( HIBBING 911 )

HIBBING, MINNESOTA

DARK ALLEYWAY
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A Young kid spray paints a smiley face tag on a wall. He hears a noise behind him - looks around, and continues painting. A figure appears behind him and attacks him. It proceeds to beat the kid to death. Characteristic blood spatter covers the smiley face tag. When the stencil falls off the wall, it leaves a smiley face in blood.

SUPERNATURAL

LODGE
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Jody is entering a lodge with a sign for the Sheriff's retreat. She does not look pleased to be there. "You can get through this." She addresses a young girl who appears homeless. "How old are you?"

"19."

Jody hands her some money. "Get yourself some lunch." She says.

Inside, Donna Hanscum greets people at the entrance. "Thanks a lot for coming. Yup. Thanks. Here ya go. Have fun!" She exclaims. Donna speaks to Jody. "Hi! Hiya. Yah, welcome. Come on. Sheriff... Sheriff Jody Mills, Sioux Falls. Okay. I'm Sheriff Donna Hanscum. I work out of Stillwater, but I grew up here, so you have any questions—you know, best burgers, cheapest gas, just ask." But she doesn't get a response. "What's wrong? Left your smile back in Sioux Falls?"

"I left a kid back in Sioux Falls. Plus a pile of work. But when the mayor insists you go—" Jody starts.

Donna interrupts. "You gotta go, yeah. Yah, yah yah, I hear yah. Here. Have a sucker." She says.

"No, thank you." Jody says. After a pause, Donna continues to hold out the sucker. "O-okay."

Doug, Donna's ex-husband, walks inside. "Donna." He says.

"Doug."

"Well, aren't you looking good, huh?"

"I lost 6 pounds." She says.

"Hey! You're a quarter of the way there!" Doug says and Jody gives him a look. "Hey, you, uh—you think you could toss me a couple extra meal vouchers? I mean, since you won't be using them?" Donna looks sad as she hands him the meal vouchers. "Oh. You are true blue as ever, Donna, huh?" He takes some suckers as he leaves

"Doug and I used to be married." Donna says to Jody.

"Got it."

"Have fun, yah."

BUNKER
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Elena and Dean sit at the main table, which is covered with old books. Dean rests his head on one of the open books. Elena looks at him, smiling, and Dean cracks an eye open. "Are you watching me sleep?" He asks.

      "No. I'm watching you drool all over these textbooks, and considering that we need to read them..."

       "I don't drool." Dean lifts his head up, looks at the book, and wipes his chin. "Hmm. Ohh. What time is it?"

       "Time for us to get a new reference library. We've been looking all night." Elena says. "I swear I haven't found anything that even remotely resembles the Mark of Cain."

      "Well, we haven't looked hard enough. Let's get to it." Dean says as Elena stares at him. "Find anything yet?"

      "Nope."

      "Still staring." Dean says.

      "It's just...everything that you've been put through, and seeing you still have the strength...it's inspiring." She says as Dean smiles at her a little.

      Sam enters the library carrying his laptop. "Hey. We good?" He asks.

      "Aces." Dean pauses. "Yeah, I love the smell of parchment in the morning."

       "I mean, how much lore is even left? We've got nothing on the Mark?" Sam asks.

      "Right? You'd think these eggheads, with all the crap they amassed over the years, would have actually collected something important." Dean picks up a collection of papers and reads the title. "Uh, here. 'He-wolf/She-Wolf: A Study in Werewolf Transgenderism'. 600 pages, volume 1. But, uh, not something important, like—I don't know—maybe the oldest symbol known to man. That's not worth our time. It's not weird enough."

CONFERENCE ROOM
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      Sheriff Len Cuse is standing at a podium, addressing the room full of sheriffs. He appears very uncomfortable. "Uh, good morning. Uh, excuse me. If I could get you all seated, please. Uh, good morning." He says.

      "Morning. Morning." The audience responds.

      "I'm, uh, Sheriff Len Cuse, uh, Hibbing P.D. I'd like to say first off, uh, what an honor it is to have you all here in Hibbing this year. It, uh—" His cell phone rings with the sound of a police siren, which he hurries to turn off. "Sorry. Sorry. Uh... Uh, sorry, folks, sorry 'bout that. Uh... What was I, uh—Oh Right. Right. Um, s-seeing as how this is, uh, m-my first time hosting one of these things—"

      "Obviously." Someone says.

      "I thought I'd like to try something new—" Len pauses to clear his throat. "...partners. Uh, f-find—find an officer from 50 miles outside of where you hail from and be a team this weekend. Go on, uh, a-and make a friend."

      Jody is on her cell phone at the back of the conference room. "Alex, I know you'll be okay. You are totally capable of not throwing a kegger while I'm gone—totally, totally capable." She pauses to listen to Alex's response. "My faith in you astounds me too. I'll call you later." Jody turns around, examines the group, and turns to go, running straight into Donna. "Oh."

      "Hiya!" Donna exclaims.

      "Hi.

      "Looks like you didn't get a partner.

      "Looks like." Jody says lamely.

      "Well, you got one now.

LODGE LOBBY
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      Donna, Jody, and Sheriff Kevin examine the events board for the retreat and discuss the previous night's grisly findings. "Hey, Kevin." Donna says.

      "Hey, Donna."

      "Hokay, what do we got? 'Cops vs. Winter: The snow must go on'. " Donna laughs. "'Establishing a K-9 unit'. Okay. Ooh! 'Preparing for a riot—why not try it?'" She laughs again. "Why not? I don't know."

      "Hey, Donna." Kevin says.

      "Yeah?"

      "Hear about the body?" He asks.

       "What body?"

       "Yeah, what body?" Jody asks, then begins introducing herself to Kevin. "Sheriff Jody Mills."

        "Trashmen found it behind the hardware store this morning—eaten."

       Donna gasps. "Eaten how?" She asks.

       "Like nothing left but the peach pit, you know?" He says.

       "Any idea what did it?" Jody asks.

        "Uh, Coroner's saying animals out of the woods—bobcats and whatnot. No wonder Sheriff Cuse was so out of sorts back there. Got this whole mess to deal with." Kevin says.

       "Attacks like this common for the area?" Asks Jody.

        "Heck no! When I lived here, we kept our critters in check." Donna turns back to Kevin. "Did it leave any tracks—you know, any hairs?"

      "Not even a claw mark on the body."

      "I'll be right back." Jody says.

      "Okay. Yah. Save ya a seat, Jodes."

BUNKER LIBRARY
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      The scene alternates during the phone call between Sam, Elena, and Dean in the bunker and Jody outside the lodge at the retreat, respective to who's talking. The scene ends with the brothers in the bunker. Sam's cell phone rings. "No way, heh!" He answers. "Jody! How's it going?"

      "Oh, you know. Having the time of my life at a sheriff's retreat in Hibbing."

      "Wow. Sounds like a blast." Sam says as Dean waves at the phone. "Uh, Dean and Elena say hi."

      "You found them? Thanks for telling me!"

      "Yeah. Uh, right. Sorry about that." Sam says.

      "How's Dean doing?"

      "Good, good. Yeah, you know. Uh, you know, hold on a sec, I'm gonna put you on speaker." Sam does so and the beep of phone goes to speaker phone function.

      "Hey, Jody. How's Alex holding up?" Dean asks.

       "Awesome. Already head of the cheerleading squad." Jody says.

      "Wow! Really?"

       "No. Sam, she smokes grass under the bleachers. But at least she's not luring men to their deaths." Jody says.

      "Right." Sam says.

      "Listen, this may not be your kind of thing, but a body was found here this morning, and something had gone to chow town on it." She says.

      "Uh, was the throat ripped out?" Sam asks.

       "Worse. I'm hearing that all the flesh had been eaten down to the bones." Jody says. "Any ideas?"

      "Well, it's not a vampire." Dean says.

      "Yeah, I-I don't know, Jody. I-I got nothing." Sam says.

      "Jody, um...We could head that way. Wouldn't be any trouble at all."

      "Nah, it's okay. I can handle it." She says. "I promise I'll call if it gets to be something I can't."

      "All right. Well, uh, enjoy the retreat." Sam says.

      "Screw you, Winchester."

      "Talk soon." Sam hangs up the phone with a chuckle.

      "I'ma swallow a bag of knives if I got to keep looking at this stuff. Let's—" Dean starts.

      Elena cuts Dean off. "Jody said she was on top of it, Dean." She says.

      "Uh-huh." Dean ponders the books around him and throws them the dreaded Puppy-Dog Eyes.

      "All right. Let's take a drive." Sam says.

CORONER'S OFFICE
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      Jody introduces herself to the coroner, Dr. Shelly Pierson. "Hey. I'm Sheriff Jody mills. I want to take a look at the body they brought in this morning." She says.

      "Sure. Soon as you become a member of the Hibbing police department." Says Shelly.

      "Look, I'm just trying to help here."

      "And I'm just trying to not lose my job." Shelly says as Donna enters. "Hey, stranger."

      "Hiya, Shelly. How are the kids?" Donna asks.

      "Ah! Little jerks. Love them to death. Need something?"

      "Oh, I just came to check out the vic." She says.

      "Oh, where's Len at?" Shelly asks.

      "Oh, he's tied up with the retreat." Says Donna. "Big surprise, right? But I figure what's the sense in having a hotel full of sheriffs if yah can't help out?"

       "Someone's got to get you a halo or something." Shelly says.

      "Oh."

      "But, um..." Shelly indicates Jody with a glance and nod of her head. "What's her deal?"

      "Oh, Sheriff Mills? Might say she left her mannersback in Sioux Falls." Donna says.

      "Ah."

       "But she's with me." She says.

       "Oh.

      "So, what do you say? Curtains up?"

       Shelly moves to a blanket covered body. "Hold on to your breakfasts. This one's grisly." She reveals the mangled bones to the ladies.

       "Ufta." Donna says as Jody whistles. "Ate the whole kit and caboodle. That's for darn sure. Ya got a measuring tape?" She snaps on some examining gloves.

      "Yeah."

       "Can I see his personal effects?" Jody holds up victim's pants. "That string bean wore these? Where's the belt?"

      "He wasn't wearing any."

     "These stayed up without a belt?" Jody asks.

       "Or...wild animals stole it."

      "Jodio. Check this out. Yah know, I've been huntin' since I could hold a mini rifle." Donna says. "Seen darn near every bite in the book, but I couldn't tell ya what did the bitin' here."

      "I was afraid of that." Jody says.

        "Meanin'?" Donna asks.

        "Nothing. Got me stumped, too.

HOUSE
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      A man is taking the trash out, with his wife nagging him from inside. "Don't you go smoking, Howie." She says.

      "Uh, just watch your 'Top Model'." He retorts.

      Howie proceeds to get his hidden pack of smokes out of the dryer vent, hears a sound from the dumpster, and investigates. He subsequently gets yanked into the dumpster and eaten. Screams and squishy tearing sounds emanate from inside the dumpster

LODGE BAR
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       Jody and Donna flank Len at the bar. "Hiya, Len. How's that seltzer treatin' ya?" Donna asks.

      "Oh." Len says. "Something I can help you with?"

      "That animal attack last night sounded real bad, huh?" Donna asks.

      "Yeah, sure was."

       "What kind of animal you thinkin' did it, now?" She asks.

       "Oh, uh, I don't know. We got animal control on it." Len says.

       "And that's it?" Jody asks, introducing herself to Len. "Jody Mills, Sioux Falls."

       "Sheriff Cuse." Brice, another Officer says. "We have, uh...an issue with the...raffle."

       "Right. Excuse me. I should go see to this. Uh...Enjoy your night, sheriffs." Len and Brice leave.

      "He's got about as much idea as we do—squat." Donna says. "You know, maybe he's right. Just let animal control take the lead."

      A woman dances with Doug as Donna glances their way. "Whoo! Push the cart!" The Woman exclaims.

       "I used to put the cans in his cart." Donna says sadly.

        "Are you really missing much?" Jody asks as Donna turns to leave. "Wait..." She says. "Honestly, Donna, I just met the guy, but...Doug seems like kind of a dick."

       "But he was my dick." Donna pauses to watch Doug dancing. "I'm gonna go hit the can—you know...where it's less gross."

       "Yeah! Whoo!"

       Jody leaves the bar to find Len and Brice talking near the lobby. "Let's keep this to oursel—" Len starts.

       "Everything okay?" Jody asks.

      "Yeah, it's all good." Len says.

      "All good with the raffle." Brice says.

       "Can we get real, please?"

       "All right, um, you want real?" Len asks. "Um...Somebody else turned up dead."

       "Looks like another animal attack." Says Brice.

       "Please, don't spread that. We—we don't want to spoil everyone's good time." Len says.

      "Or get too many cooks in the kitchen?" Jody says.

        "Exactly. Now, uh, Deputy Graham and I got to go make a few calls, uh, so...try and have a good time, all right?" Len asks as Jody leaves.