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( OUT WITH THE OLD )

DANCE STUDIO
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Dancers are preparing to leave after practice, putting their ballet shoes into bags and putting on scarves and jackets. "No Irina again. Guess she's too famous for us." Dancer 1 says.

"No, she just... 'vants to be alone'." Dancer 2 says. The dancers giggle. The door opens and another dancer enters.

"Irina. A little late for practice, no?"

"Never too late. Practice makes perfect... if you have the talent." Irons says as the other dancers leave.

Irina takes off her street clothes, under which she's wearing a leotard, and puts on her ballet shoes. She stretches, does some exercises at the barre, turns on music and begins to dance. Tchaikovsky's "Swan's Theme" plays

Suddenly she begins to spin faster, then loses her balance and grabs the barre. She is still en pointe and is breathing heavily. She screams as she is flung backwards and begins to spin again. In the hallway, a janitor is mopping the floor. Irina spins faster and faster. She screams as blood splatters the walls.

The janitor comes in to investigate and finds Irina dead with bloody stumps instead of feet. The janitor crosses himself. Irina's ballet shoes are arranged on the floor in pristine condition.

SUPERNATURAL

WALKWAY ALONG RIVER
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Dean is on the phone to Frank. The scene alternates between Dean standing on the walkway and Frank in his trailer. "So, Dick's funding an archaeological dig? Well, unless Dick's actually digging himself, I'm not sure I know what to do with that, Frank. Or the factory in Saudi Arabia, or the fishery in Jakarta. None of this is helping, Frank." Dean says.

"Explain how Western to Southeast Asia is too wide a net. You know, I could be in Tromso right now. Zero Leviathan activity in Tromso." Frank says.

"Where the hell is Tromso?" Asks Dean.

"Norway, you moron. By the way, they opened another Biggerson in Butte." Frank says.

"Yeah, well, we're not in Montana."

"Oh, you know where Butte is. That's encouraging. So, where are you?" Asks Frank.

"We're in Oregon." Dean says.

"No. I got nothing in Oregon."

"Wisconsin, Frank." Says Dean.

"What about it?" Frank asks.

"The coordinates – Bobby's coordinates."

"Bobby... Oh! Right. Yeah, no. I got nothing. I got no activity." Says Frank.

"Well, work on it."

"Hey. When did you become the boss of me? You don't like what I'm doing, you can stick it right up your Montana." Frank says.

"All right, all right, all right. Take it easy, Frank." Dean says.

"Oh, and another thing—" Frank hangs up.

"Frank? Hello? Fr—" Dean starts and Sam and Elena walk up, Sam carrying a coffee and a newspaper. "He's a crazy son of a bitch."

"Frank?" Asks Sam.