( THE RISE OF DICK ROMAN )

       "Billionaire Dick Roman, seen here at a recent press conference, has been on the corporate-takeover warpath in the last several months and shows no signs of relenting." A Reporter says.

       At the bottom of the screen, a large headline reading "THE RISE OF DICK" appears throughout the clip.

       "I believe in good old American values, like unlimited growth. But it's like I always say—if you want to win, then you got to be the shark. And a shark's got to eat." Dick says. "Well, that's a great question. Yes, we have made new acquisitions. I don't believe in hostile takeovers. I believe in merging... and coming out on top."

       "Whether at the helm of his America's cup-winning yacht or one of his Fortune 500 companies, Roman has never shied away from the spotlight. Roman's record-breaking series of motivational seminars, "When in Rome," have outsold every other money-making program on the market. A vocal member of the NRA and a steadfast supporter of the second amendment, Roman has started attracting some conservative political attention, as well."

       A Political Commentator starts speaking. "Roman is ruthless, but good-looking. I think he'll make a great candidate." He says.

       "Another great question. No, I am not running for political office at this time. But I do have a number-one bestseller." Dick says.

       The camera pans out and we see that the television clip was playing on Sam's laptop. Sam is now in the driver's seat and Bobby in the back. "Holy crap. What the hell is that?" Dean asks.

      "Well, they weren't lying." Elena says. "He is good looking." Sam, Dean and Bobby turn to Elena. "What? I have eyes."

        "That's one of the top 50 most powerful men in America, Elena." Sam says.

        "Says here top 35 as of last month. Now it's all making sense." Dean says. "Remember when Crowley kept going on about hating Dick? I thought he was just being general. Pfft!"

      "Well, if the Leviathan got to him, then that means they're playing on a much bigger board than we were thinking." Bobby says.

       "So what, then? I mean, we can't exactly outgun them." Sam says.

       "No, but we got the drop on them. Means we got a chance to figure out what these guys are really doing here." Bobby says.

       Dean looks at some surveillance equipment Bobby is assembling. "Whoa. Where'd you get that mother?" He asks.

      "It's on loan from Frank's big brother collection. It'll pick up vocal vibrations from window glass at half a mile." Bobby says. "It's time to find out what these ugly bastards are up to."

ROOM
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       A woman, boy and man are placidly eating Biggerson's sandwiches in front of the television. "The patient is put under general anesthesia. The eye is immobilized, then a scalpel is used to sever the optic nerve." The TV says.  Dick Roman, Dr. Gaines and a Woman appear at an observation window. "When a macular detachment occurs, ? is superimposed on..."

       The camera angle changes and we see that there is another woman in the room, who is leaning back in an armchair with her eyes closed.

       "The food additive that I've introduced into the Turducken has a near-100% rate of effectiveness." Gaines says. "Once the subject tries it, they crave more within a few hours. With the very first dose, it starts to work on their DNA, slowing their metabolism, causing weight gain, and dampening their emotional range, which makes them perfectly complacent. As you can see, they have yet to notice that grandma is no longer with us. True, if you leave out a cooked patty for more than an hour, it reverts back to a somewhat, uh, unappealing state, but I have yet to have a case of leftovers."

       "You know what I love? I mean, besides handball and a really crisp Chardonnay." Dick says. "I love progress. And I know that progress comes from collaboration, which is what makes moments like this so thrilling."

      "I am so glad to hear you say that." Gaines says.

      "Now, what can you tell me about your failures?" Asks Dick.

      "Hmm? My..."

      "The ones that went off the rails after they ate your little treats." Dick says.

      "I, um... They're, uh... They've been very instructive." Gaines says.

      "No. See, I asked for complacency. Not complacency and a 0.03% margin of hyperadrenalized cannibalism." Says Dick.

       "I will have this under control." Gaines says. The Woman holds up a newspaper.

       "'Camping high season harshed by human burrito'? Have I ever mentioned how I feel about our little forays making the papers? But, again, collaboration. Progress." Dick says. "I want to turn this little mistake into a big fat teachable moment. Will you help me with that?"

      "Well... yes. Of course."

WAREHOUSE
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       Sam and Dean are in the vehicle. Dean is holding a cell phone that is on speaker. "Our side's still dead, Bobby. Anything with you?" Dean asks.

      Bobby is outside with Elena and his surveillance equipment and binoculars. "Yeah, same here. I got—hold on. Yeah, I got movement—my side, second floor, meeting room."

SECOND FLOOR
MEETING ROOM
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       Dick Roman enters the room, followed by the Woman, Dr. Gaines and Edgar. "And I'll reschedule with the Senator for lunch Tuesday. You can deal with the archdiocese in the afternoon." The Woman says.

      "Fine." Dick says. Bobby is able to hear the conversation via his surveillance equipment. The scene shifts between the meeting room and Bobby outside.

       "Dick, please, let me explain to you what our program has to offer." Gaines says.

      "No. Let me explain why we're shutting your program down." Says Dick.

      "We're shutting it down? No, you can't—"

      "I'm shutting it down because of the one golden rule. Do you know it?" Asks Dick.

      "Yes. 'Don't make the papers'. And I promise that—" Gaines starts.

       "No, the golden rule is there's no such thing as monsters. Anything stirs their little pots to the contrary—very bad for our plans." Dick says. "So, how can I use your mistake to communicate this to all your coworkers?"

      "Listen, sir, I will do anything. I will give anything to make this right." Gaines says.

      "I know you will." Dick says. The Woman opens a briefcase and takes out a folded paper item.

      Dr. Gaines looks at Edgar, who shrugs. "You're bibbing me?" He asks Dick. Dr. Gaines sits down. The Woman unfolds the item—a bib—and ties it around Dr. Gaines' neck.

      "Do you know what you can give us, Doctor? Your example." Dick says as Dr. Gaines holds his hand up to his face with his fingers pointing towards his mouth.

      "What's happening now?" Dean asks.

       "Wait." Elena says.

       "Now, Doc. It's time." Dick says.bDr. Gaines' mouth transforms.

       "Now I have officially seen it all." Says Bobby.

       "Bobby, what is it?" Sam asks.

       "He's making the Doctor eat himself." Elena says with a disgusted look on her face.

      "What?"

      "He's—" Bobby starts. The Truck Driver appears in front of Bobby and punches him. Elena tries to fight him, but he just hits her and knocks her out.

       Dean and Sam find Bobby's broken surveillance equipment on the roof. "They got them." Dean says.

       "Dean, there are at least four Leviathans out there. We don't even know how to kill one." Sam says. A van pulls up: ACME INDUSTRIAL CLEANING.

       "Well, it'll be quite a shock when we walk in through the front door, won't it?"

SECOND FLOOR
MEETING ROOM
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       Dick is signing papers at a desk. A sign on the wall behind him reads "RICHARD ROMAN ENTERPRISES." "We'll have the jet on standby at O'Hare. Thursday morning, you close on the land acquisition in Gleason." The Woman says.

      "Fine." Says Dick.

       "And this came this afternoon." The Woman hands him a wooden box. "Sotheby's." Bobby and Elena are sitting in an armchair near the desk.

       "Outstanding! Thank you, Susan." Dick says. "Oh, and, Susan?"

       "Hmm?"

       "Uh, tuh-tuh." Dick waves his hand and Susan picks up the bib, which is stained with black goo. She leaves the room. Bobby realizes that he isn't tied and that Elena was missing. "No, you're not tied up. Why waste the effort? We both know that you're not gonna get past me. How's your head?"

      "So you got Dick Roman." Bobby says.

       "We can have whoever we want. We could have you, for example. If you were worth the effort." Dick says to Bobby.

      "Oh, you're hurting my feelings." Bobby says.

      "Well, it's a hard world, Bob. It's an us-eat-dog world." Says Dick.

       "What do you got there?"

        Dick Roman takes a gun out of the box from Sotheby's. "Winning bid at auction. Beautiful. Known for their peerless sighting. I imagine you appreciate guns." He says.

       "I'd appreciate one right about now."

       Dick loads the gun with bullets from the case. "Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo. But I mean the machine, the idea. Just one of your species' most inspired inventions. I mean it. I really think you guys have spunk. You're like a planet of just the cutest little engines that could. But... Like the late, great, actual Dick Roman used to say to the whores he'd kick out of the presidential suite... "cute don't quite hack it, sugar." He points the gun at Bobby.

       "Oh, let's just cut to the chase. I clearly ain't worth the extra time I'm getting here."

       "I'm gonna eat you, Bob. Yes. And I might even keep the girl as a pet. But I like my meals prepared." Dick says. "Besides, holding on to you could pay big dividends. I bet your friends are on their way to rescue the damsels."

       "Nah, they're too smart. They know they don't have the numbers. It'd be suicide. I've run my race. Could die worse."

WAREHOUSE
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       Edgar and the Truck Driver are walking towards two men in suits who appear to be bodyguards. The bodyguards are holding Elena forcefully. "She's a feisty one." Says one of the guards.

       "Put her in the car." Edgar says. "He wants to keep her."

       Dean and Sam enter carrying pressure sprayers. They spray the bodyguards, Edgar and the Truck Driver, all of whom start to scream and moan as their skin burns. Sam's pressure sprayer reads "POWER CLEAN."

       Dick and Bobby hear screaming. "I'd stay in the chair." He tucks the gun into his pants and leaves the room. Bobby looks at folders, plans and maps from a briefcase on Dick's desk and loads the second gun from the box from Sotheby's.

       "Okay, sons of bitches. See what you're up to now. You're coming with me." Bobby takes the folders and gun. As he gets to the door, Susan opens it and knocks him down.

       Bobby loses hold of the folders and gun, but is able to grab the gun and shoot Susan in the face. Bobby runs out of the office. Susan straightens up. There is a gob of black goo on her forehead.

WAREHOUSE
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       Dick is wiping his burning face with a handkerchief. Sam drops his empty pressure sprayer and backs into a corner. He advances on him, his face healing. "Sam... That is not how we communicate from a place of yes. That was bracing. Where'd you kids find this stuff?" He asks. Bobby shoots Dick in the back twice. "Hey! That's mine."

       Dean throws more cleaning liquid onto Dick from behind. He starts to sizzle and burn. "Go! Go!" Dean, Elena and Sam run out of the room.

       "Would you stop it with that stuff?" Dick asks. Bobby follows Dean, Elena and Sam, but a large Bodyguard blocks his way.

       Dean and Sam pull up to the warehouse in their vehicle. "Damn it, where's Bobby?" Sam asks

       Bobby grabs a hook and swings it at the bodyguard. Black goo splatter the wall.  He runs out of the warehouse towards the vehicle. "Bobby! Come on! Come on! Come on!" Sam yells. Bobby opens the sliding door of the vehicle. Dick comes out of the warehouse and draws his gun. Bobby gets into the vehicle.

       "Go! Go!" Bobby yells as Dick shoots. Bobby closes the door. He shoots twice more as Dean drives away.

       "Son of a bitch! I'm glad you got in. He almost took your freaking head off." Dean says.

        "Hey, Bobby, your hat." Sam holds out Bobby's cap. Bobby doesn't respond. Sam notices that there is a bullet hole in the hat. He and Dean look at the back seat. "Bobby? Oh, God. Bobby? Bobby?"

       "Bobby?!"