( THE MENTALISTS )

HOUSE
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       A Medium, a Man and a Woman hold hands around a Ouija board. "Yes. A spirit has gathered around us. Are you with us, spirit?" The Medium asks. The Man rolls his eyes. The curtains move and the Woman smiles.

       "I feel something. I have goose bumps. Uncle Danny?" The Woman asks.

       "We're going to make contact now. Rest your hands on the planchette." The Medium and the Woman place their fingers on the planchette in the middle of the Ouija board. "Let the spirit guide our hands." The Medium closes her eyes and tilts her head upwards. "O spirit, are you the one we seek? Are you... Uncle Danny?" The planchette moves towards "Yes" on the Ouija board.

       "I'm not doing that." Says the Woman.

        "Yeah. She's pushing it." The Man says.

       The Medium takes her hands away from the Ouija board and the Woman follows suit. "It's okay to be skeptical. Danny, if you're with us, knock twice for yes." There are two knocks.

       The Woman smiles happily. "Danny? Can you ask him, is he happy?" She asks. The Medium closes her eyes and tilts her head upwards again. There are two knocks.

       "He is. He's happy."

        "Is Sadie with him?" The Woman asks.

         "Now you're being ridiculous, Cynthia. Who cares about Sadie?"

        The Medium raises her hands to her eyes. "Ah, yes. I see... A family pet." She says.

      "That's her. Sadie was a Schnauzer." Cynthia says.

      "She's with Danny, chasing tennis balls in the afterlife."

       "Sadie loved tennis balls."

       "There were important papers. No one can find them. They weren't in the safe. Can you just ask him..." The Man starts.

       "Of course. I'll need you to place your hands with me on the planchette." The Medium says as she and The Man reach out for the planchette, but as The Man does so the lights flicker and electricity crackles. "Maybe—maybe Danny didn't like the question."

       "Tell him to quit fooling around. He knows darn well that's my money." The Man says and the fire in the fireplace roars, then dies out.

       "Can't you two stop squabbling?" Cynthia asks. "For Pete's sake, he's dead. Tell him we're sorry. Maybe if we're nice, he'll—" The planchette starts to move. "Oh, my God. Danny?" The planchette darts across the board to "No". When the Medium and Woman exhale, their breath is visible. The Medium stands up. "What's going on?"

       The planchette rises into the air, turns, and stabs the Medium in the throat. Blood splatters the Man. He and Cynthia gasp and scream as the she falls dead on the floor.

SUPERNATURAL

STREET
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       Dean and Elena are walking along a street carrying a bag from Fat Mack's Bar-B-Q Rib Shack. Dean checks his cell phone, which says NO MESSAGES. "He'll call sooner or later." Elena says and smiles at him.

       Dean stops next to a blue and gray Dodge Challenger, looks around, then uses a hook to break in.

       Elena looks in disgust at a pile of garbage on the passenger seat. "Geez. Have some pride." She says.

       Dean sweeps the garbage onto the floor for her and hot-wires the car as Elena gets in. "Yeah." He says.

       "Ooh! That make me hungry. You're listening to..."

       Dean pulls down fluffy dice that were hanging from the rear-vision mirror.

       "... the morning chaos with me, Bananas Foster."

       "The hell I am, ass-hat." Dean moves to change the channel, but then pauses.

       "And now for the news of the weird—two very odd murders, to be exact. Mediums are dying in Lily Dale, the most psychic town in America. So if you want to know your future..."

       Dean reverses out of the parking spot and drives off.

       "...stick to that 900 line, 'cause is it me, or should those guys have seen it coming?"

LILY DALE, NEW YORK

MEDIUM'S HOUSE
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       Dean and Elena show their badges to a police officer. Dean looks around the room where the séance was held. He discovers a tape recorder under the table and plays the recording, which is of rustling noises. He moves a lever on the floor and there are mumbled voices. He presses a switch on a chair and the curtains move.

       "O spirits of the further... am I going to win the Powerball?" Dean presses a large lever under the table and there is a knock. "I'm gonna be rich!"

STREET
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       Shop signs advertise psychic, palm and tarot readings. Dean walks along the street. He stops at a poster for the Annual Lily Dale Psychic Festival featuring Imelda Graven (Crystal Ball), Grandma Goldy (Talking Board) and Nikolai Lishin (Kinetic Mind). He and Elena enter the Good Graces Cafe.

       A blackboard at the back says "Special of the Day: You!" and "Soup of the Day: A State of Bliss". "Hello! First time at Good Graces?" A Waitress asks.

      "Yes." Elena says.

       "Well, we're 100% locally sourced, biodynamic, and you get a free affirmation with every order."

       "Think we'll source a taco joint." Dean says.

       "All right." The Waiter says and Dean turns to leave, but hears Sam's voice.

      "Just coffee, black, extra shot." Sam is sitting at a table, reading a case file.

       "You always wear a suit to get your palm read?" Dean asks and Sam doesn't reply or smile. "Yeah. Not surprised you caught this one. It's on every morning zoo in America. You mind?" Sam moves his hands noncommittally. Dean takes a seat across the table. Sam moves his case file to his lap.

        "So, I, uh, I went to the scene. Wires, speakers, enough E.M.F. to make your hair stand up. Don't even think about getting a reading. Oh, and, uh, if this hadn't have been two psychics that bit it... I would have just chalked this up as being, uh, dumb and accidental. And I know, I know. This whole town's supposedly calling ghosts. But that takes some serious spellwork and some serious mojo. The only books this lady had were Oprah crap. When was the last time you actually saw a real psychic? Huh? Pamela? Missouri? Anyway, this..." Dean gestures towards Sam. "is good. And, uh, how you been?"

       "And what can I get for you?" Asks the Waiter.

       "Do you want anything Elena?" Dean asks as she shakes her head. "Uh, pancakes, side of pig. Coffee, black."

        "Fantastic. You are a virile manifestation of the divine." The Waiter smiles broadly and leaves.

        "What the hell did he say to me?" Dean asks. Sam scoffs, shakes his head and looks away. "Oh, it's funny? Yeah, no. Go ahead. Laugh it up, Sam. Hilarious."

       "Dean..." Sam starts.

      "Oh, he speaks."

       "Look..." Says Sam.

       "Sam. Look, we're both here. All right, the chance of either one of us leaving while people are still dying out there—" Dean makes a "zero" sign with his hand and clicks his tongue. "You might as well bite the bullet and work with me on this one."

       "I don't know if I can." Sam says.

       "I'm not asking you to open up a can of worms, okay, I'm not even asking you where the hell you've been for the past week and a half."

        "Good." Sam says.

        "I'm just saying, let's try and stop the killings. That's it." Dean says.

       "Okay."

        "Okay? Good." Dean says. A Woman stops at their table and stares at Sam and Dean. "Can I help you?"

        "You're the brothers from the—" She starts.

        "Oh, no, no, no, no. The Winchester guys on the news a couple weeks back? No—they get that a lot." Elena says

       "Yeah, no. Those depraved killers got put down like the dogs that they were." Dean says. "Us on the other hand, we're completely harmless."

        The Woman laughs. "Oh, yeah! I'm sorry. Silly me. And I can see by your energies, you're completely gentle." She says.

       A Man walks up and puts his arm around the Woman. "Excuse my friend. She's excitable. Sweetheart, look at them, hmm? They're FBI." He says

       "Oh!" The Wan exclaims.

        "I'm Russian. We can spot the law. You must be here about the tragedies."

        "Oh, we're just beside ourselves about what happened." Says the Woman.

        "Yeah. And so close to festival season, huh?" Dean asks.

         "Yeah—no—"

         "Of course we are worried. We have no idea what's going on, huh?" The Man takes out a business card and hands it to Sam. "Nikolai. Let me know if I can help you. I'm highly intuitive."

        "Nikolai Lishin, spoon bender?" Asks Sam.

        "Mm. World famous." Nikolai picks up Sam's spoon. "Come to my demonstration at the festival, huh?" He makes a hand motion over the spoon and grunts. "I teach you to harness the power of your mind." He puts down the spoon. "Come, let's leave them be."!Nikolai and the Woman walk to their table.

        "So glad we decided to vacation here, huh? Right?" Dean asks

        Sam puts his case file back on the table. "All right. Here we go. First death... second death." He slides the file over to Dean and Elena. It is open at a photograph.

       "What am I looking at?" Asks Dean.

       "Well, see this? Now, this is Imelda Graven, death number one. She was brained by her own crystal ball."

        "Bummer, and ironic." Dean turns over a page. The next photograph is of the Medium who was stabbed by the planchette. Dean looks back at the first photograph. "Same necklace?"

      "Yeah. See, Imelda gave it to Goldy in her will."

       "Okay, so, cursed object, maybe?" Elena asks.

       "Worth looking into. Goldy's next of kin lives in town, also a psychic." Sam says.

       "Oh, good. I haven't had my fill." Dean says.

       Sam pours sugar into his coffee. The spoon in his other hand bends. "He broke my spoon." He says.

HOUSE
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       Dean, Elena and Sam walk towards the front door. The door opens and two women come out. "Melanie Golden? Hi. Uh...Got a minute?" Elena asks. They all  hold up FBI badges.

       "You want me to stay?" Melanie's friend asks her.

       "No, that's okay." Melanie says.

       "Okay."

        Melanie embraces her friend. "Thanks for stopping by, hon." She says.

       "Of course." Her Friend leaves.

      "A friend. She just heard about my grandmother... which is, I guess, why you guys are here, so come on in." Melanie says. "Sorry. I just got back."

       "You were out of town?" Dean asks.

       "Yeah, I work the circuit—hotels, conventions, you know."

       "Oh. Wait. No offense, but... you don't seem all that psychic." Dean says.

       "Why do you say that?" Melanie asks.

       "Well, I mean, just, you know, where's all the... crystals and pyramids?" Dean asks and Elena elbows him in the ribs. "Ow...!"
 
        "I'm off the clock. Also not psychic." Melanie says and they all give her a look. "What? It's an honest living."

       "Interesting definition of 'honest'." Dean says.

       "Well, I honestly read people. It's just less whoo-whoo, more body language. Like you two—long-time partners, but, um... a lot of tension." Melanie gestures to Sam. "You're pissed." She gestures to Elena. "You're very happy in your life right now." She gestures to Dean. "And you're stressed. It's not brain surgery. It's kind of why my grandma and me didn't get along. I mean, she'd go full smoke-machine, but she still actually believed in all that stuff, so..."

      "You don't?" Dean asks.

       "You do?" Asks Melanie.

       "I've got an open mind. You'd be surprised."

        "Hmm." Melanie says.

        "I'm sorry to have to ask, b-but there's a necklace of your grandmother's." Sam says.

        "Don't have it. Everything went straight to the emporium. She had a deal with the owner." Melanie says.

       "The emporium?"

EMPORIUM
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        Dean, Elena and Sam walk up to the counter. The Man behind the counter puts down his coffee. "Mmm. Mmm. You're looking... for something." He asks.

       "You're good." Dean says.

       "You Jimmy Tomorrow?" Sam asks.

       "Mm-hmm."

       "We're looking for a necklace." Sam says.

       "Oh. Romantic." Jimmy says.

        "It would have come in with Grandma Goldy's effects." Sam puts a photo of Imelda Goldy on the counter and points to the necklace she is wearing.

       "Oh. Yes, yes. Now, you do know that this is the Orb of Thessaly." Jimmy says.

       "We did not know." Dean says.

        Jimmy picks up a large metal box and puts it on the counter. "Very powerful, very rare." He says.

       "Let me guess. Very expensive." Elena says.

        "Worth every penny." Jimmy takes out the necklace.

        "Well, in that case..." Dean says as he, Elena and Sam hold up their FBI badges. "...we'll be taking the state's-evidence discount."

       "What's going on?" Jimmy asks.

        "A murder investigation that we'd like to personally thank you for not obstructing." Sam reaches out to take the necklace.

       Jimmy grabs Sam's wrist. "You know, I give private energetic readings." He says.

       "No, thanks." Sam says.

       "A loss weighs on you. You're angry. It's complicated. Come see me, Agent." Jimmy holds out his business card to Sam.

       It reads: Jimmy Tomorrow Private Readings NO FUTURE TOO GRIM 809 1/2 Main Street Lily Dale, N.Y. U.S.A. 14752 Sam takes the card with an annoyed look.

       "Thanks, Jimmy. We'll see you." Dean says as he, Elena and Dean walk away.

       Jimmy calls after them. "The bureau's gonna reimburse me for the necklace, right?" He asks.

       "Oh, we'll send you a check." Dean says.

       "Right."

        Outside the Emporium, Sam is examining the necklace. "Went a little "Mentalist" on you there, didn't he?" Dean asks and Sam glances at him but doesn't answer. "All right. Next question. What's an Orb of Thessaly?"

       "I know one thing—it's made in Taiwan." Sam tosses the necklace to Dean.

       "Oh, a fake, around here. Imagine that." Dean says. "'Course, that means that whatever's killing mediums is still out there." Dean, Elena and Sam get into the Dodge.

NIKOLAI LISHIN'S HOUSE
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       Nikolai sits on the couch with a beer and empties a bag of silverware onto the coffee table. He holds out his fingers and waves them, then picks up a fork, rubs it and forcibly bends it with his hands. It unbends.

       He looks surprised and concerned. The lights flicker, electricity crackles, voices murmur and there are clattering noises. Nikolai looks down at the coffee table in alarm: all of the silverware is standing straight up. He stands up and takes a few steps away from the table.

        When he exhales, his breath is visible. He is lifted off the ground by an invisible force and hovers above the coffee table, before dropping down onto it. He is impaled by the silverware.