( INTERROGATION )

BALTIMORE, MARYLAND

POLICE STATION
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      Background chatter as a man is led down a dim police-station hallway in cuffs. Pan into the bustling office, where Peter Sheridan is on his cell phone, a mug of coffee in hand.

      "Under what name? Oh, yeah, that's my favorite so far. Possible ID's in three states that we know of." He pulls a paper from the fax machine and stares at it. "I gotta call you back."

MOTEL ROOM
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      A SWAT team approaches a motel room from the outside.

POLICE STATION
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      Sheridan enters an interrogation room; the prisoner is not visible. He sits down. "Well, first I thought you were just stepping up your game. Credit card fraud, breaking and entering, and this one...puzzled me. Grave desecration. But still these are a long way from murder. Then we get a fax from St. Louis. Where you're suspected of torturing and murdering a young woman. However, no one could prove anything, of course, because supposedly you died there." He says.

MOTEL ROOM
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      The SWAT team breaks open a 2nd-floor door with a battering ram. Inside, Sam and Elena stop, holding their hands up.

POLICE STATION
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      "But I gotta tell you something. You look pretty healthy to me." Sheridan says to an unknown person.

MOTEL ROOM
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      Diana Ballard advances on Sam and Elena, her gun forward.

POLICE STATION
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      "So now we know Karen Giles wasn't the first person you murdered." Says Sheridan.

MOTEL ROOM
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      "Going somewhere?" Ballard asks Sam and Elena.

POLICE STATION
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      "But I guarantee you she's the last." He stands and walks out; we pan across to reveal that the prisoner is Dean.

      The policewoman from earlier enters another interrogation room, where Sam is pacing by the window. She places a coffee cup on the table. "Thought you might be thirsty." Ballard says.

      "Okay, so you're the good cop. Where's the bad cop?" Sam asks.

      "Oh, he's with your brother. He'll also be questioning Elena." Ballard says.

      "Okay. And you're holding us why?" Sam asks.

      "Well, he's being held on suspicion of murder. And you, we'll see." Ballard says.

      Sam leans forward, shocked. "Murder?!" He asks.

      "You sound genuinely surprised. Or are you that good of an actor?" She asks.

      "Who was he supposed to have murdered?!" Sam asks.

      "We'll get around to that."

      "Well, you can't just hold us here without formal charges!" Sam yells.

      "Well actually, we can, for forty eight hours, but you being a pre-law student, would know that. I know all about you, Sam." Ballard reads from a file. "You're twenty three years old, no job, no home address. Your mother died when you were a baby, your father's whereabouts are unknown. And then there's the case of your brother Dean. Whose demise was, well, just a little bit exaggerated. Feel free to jump in whenever you like."

      Sam leans against the wall, folding his arms. "Shy? No problem. I'll keep going. Your family moved around a lot when you were a kid. Despite that, you were a straight-A student. Got into Stanford with a full ride. Then about a year ago there was a fire in your apartment. One fatality. Jessica Moore, your girlfriend. After she died, you fell off the grid. Left behind everything." Ballard continues.

      "I needed some time off. To deal. So I'm taking a road trip with my brother and Elena." Sam says.

      "How's that going for you?" Ballard asks.

      "Great. I mean...we saw the second largest ball of twine in the continental US. Awesome." Sam pulls a chair up to the table and straddles it.

     "We ran Dean's fingerprints through AFIS." Ballard says.

      "Okay."

      "Got over a dozen possible hits." She says.

      "Possible hits. Which makes them worthless." Sam points out.

      "But it makes you wonder. What are we gonna find when we run your prints?" Ballard asks.

      "Yeah, well." Sam pounds his fist on the table sarcastically. "You be sure to let me know, all right." He points at the cup. "May I?"

     "Please." She offers.

      "Great." He sniffs the cup and sips it as she leans over him, intently.

      "Sam, you seem like a good kid. It's not your fault Dean's your brother. We can't pick our family." Ballard says. "Right now Detectives in St. Louis are exhuming a corpse. They're trying to figure out how your brother faked his own death. After torturing all those young women. Dean's a bad guy. His life is over. Yours doesn't have to be."

      Sam looks at her, incredulous. "You want me to turn against my own   brother?" He asks.

      "No. We already caught him cold. Red-handed at the Karen Giles murder scene. We just need you to fill in some missing pieces." She offers.

      "Why would I do that?" Sam asks.

      "Because I can talk to the DA. Make a deal for you. You can get on with your life. Dean's as good as gone."

      Sam thinks for a moment, looking distraught, then begins speaking quietly. "My dad and Tony Giles were old friends. They were in the service together. We've known him since we were kids, you know? So we came as soon as we heard about his death."

FLASHBACK

CAFÉ
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      Dean and Elena are sitting at a cafe table and Dean reads a newspaper. The headline reads Man's Throat Slit Without A Trace. Sam approaches with three cups of coffee and sets one down. As he sits, Dean hands over the paper. "There you go." Sam says.

      "Anthony Giles." Dean says.

      "Who's Anthony Giles?" Elena asks.

      "He's a Baltimore Lawyer. Working late in his office, check it out." Dean says.

      Sam begins reading. "Uh...throat was slit, room was clean. Huh. No DNA, no prints." He says.

      "Keep reading, it gets better." Dean says.

      Elena takes her cup of coffee and begins drinking it. "Security cameras failed to capture footage of the assailant." Sam says.

      "So I'm thinking either somebody tampered with the tapes..." Dean starts.

      "Or it's an invisible killer." Elena finishes.

      "My favorite kind. What do you think, Scully? Drew? You wanna check it out?" Sam asks.

      Elena furrows her eyebrows. "Drew?" She asks.

      "You know, Nancy Drew?" Dean says and she shakes her head.

      "I'm not Scully, you're Scully." Sam says.

      "No, I'm Mulder. You're a red-headed woman." Dean says.

POLICE STATION
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      Sam is continuing his story. "Woulda been kinda hard for Dean to kill Tony, considering we weren't in town at the time." He says.

      "So tell me what happened next." Ballard asks.

      "Okay, uh, that's when we went to see Karen. She was barely holding it together. We just wanted to be there for her. You know?" Sam says.

FLASHBACK

GILES' HOUSE
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      Karen, a young woman with dark hair and dark-framed glasses, is sitting in her home, on the verge of tears. She's looking at some forms that Sam, Elena and Dean, dressed as insurance company employees, have given her. "Insurance. I totally forgot about the insurance." Karen says.

      "We're very sorry to bother you right now, but the company is required to conduct its own investigation. You understand." Sam says.

      "Sure."

      "Okay. Um. If you could just tell us anything you remember about the night your husband died." Elena says.

      "Uh, Tony and I were just supposed to have dinner. He called and said he was having computer troubles and that, that he had to work late. That was it." Karen recalls.

      "Do you have any idea who could have done this to him?" Sam asks.

      "No. No, it's like I told the police, I, I have no idea."

      "Did Tony mention anything, you know, unusual to you? In the days before his death?" Dean asks.

      "Unusual..." Karen starts.

      "Yeah, like strange?"

      Karen shakes her head. "Strange?" She asks.

      "You know, Karen, weird? Weird noises, uh, visions, anything like that?" Dean asks.

      Sam clears his throat and gives Dean a look. Karen turns to Sam, who turns on his concerned-face again, then shoots Dean another look as she glances down. "He had a nightmare the day before he died." Karen says.

      "What kind of a nightmare?" Elena asks.

      "Uh, he said that he woke up in the middle of the night and there was a woman standing at the foot of the bed, he blinked and she was gone, I mean, it was just a nightmare." Karen says.

      "Did he say what she looked like?" Dean asks.

      "What the hell difference does it make what she looked like?" She asks.

      "Uh, it's just, our, our company's very thorough." Elena jumps in.

      "He said she was pale, and she had dark red eyes." Karen says.

POLICE STATION
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      "So I gave Karen a hug, told her to call me if she needed anything...and that was it. End of story." Sam says.

      "Sam, I am trying to help you here. But you have got to be honest with me. Now we have an eyewitness. Someone who saw two men and a girl fitting your 'gangs' description breaking into Giles' office." Ballard says.

      "Okay, look, Karen called us later, said that there was some stuff that she wanted from Tony's office, but the police weren't letting her in. I, like, a picture of the two of them in Paris, and some other stuff. Look, it was wrong to enter a crime scene, but she gave us the key!" Sam says.

FLASHBACK

GILES' OFFICE
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      Sam picks the lock on Giles office and they all enter, ducking under the police tape. Sam shines his flashlight on a pool of blood on the floor. "Hey. Anthony Giles' body was found right about here." He says.

      "'Throat slit so deep part of his spinal cord was visible.'" Elena reads.

      Dean whistles. "What do you think? Vengeful spirit? Underlining vengeful?" He asks Sam and Elena.

      "Yeah, maybe." Sam says.

      "I mean he did see that woman at the foot of his bed." Elena says.

      Dean picks up a sheet of paper lying on the desk. "Take a look at this." He says.

      Sam takes the paper. It contains small-font printing of the word "danashulps" repeated over and over to fill the page. "Dana Shulps. A name?" Sam suggests.

      Dean finds another paper. "I dunno, but it's everywhere." He begins grinning. "Well, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."

      Sam shines his flashlight down on the glass table in front of him, pausing. He breathes on the glass, revealing the Same letters - "DANASHULPS" — impressed in the surface.

      "Wow. I'd say we've officially crossed over into weird." Elena says.

      "Maybe Giles knew her." Dean suggests.

      "Or maybe it's the name of our pale red-eyed mystery girl." Sam says.

      "Well. Let's see what we can see."

      Later, they are frustrated and have found nothing after searching through all accessible paper and computer files in the office. Sam is at the desktop computer. "There's not a single mention of a Dana Shulps anywhere. There's not a D. Shulps. Or any other kind of friggin' Shulps." Dean says frustratedly.

      "Great." Elena sighs.

      "What have you got?" Dean asks Sam.

      "Nothing. No Dana Shulps has ever lived or died in Baltimore in the last fifty years at least." Sam says.

      "So what now?" Elena asks.

      "Well, I think I'm pretty close to cracking Giles' password. Maybe there's something in his personal files, you know?" Sam says.

      "By close you mean..." Dean starts.

      "Thirty minutes, maybe?"

      Dean glances at his watch. "Awesome. So I guess I just get to, uh, hang out. Awesome."

      Sam types, concentrating. Dean sits down, annoyed, and starts making clicking and mouth-fart noises. "Dude, seriously." Sam says.

      "All right, I'm gonna go talk to Karen again, see if she knows anything about this Dana Shulps, huh?" Dean asks.

      "Great."

      "Keep going, Sparky."