( ELENA'S A STAR )

      The actors are filming once again, where they had left off the previous day. Tara's character, "Wendy", enters the abandoned house. "Wendy?" Mitch calls.

      "Oh, Mitch! God, you're alive!" Wendy exclaims.

      "You can't get rid of me that easy." Mitch says.

      "Rumble, rumble, rumble!" McG yells in the background.

      "Salt. Okay, we need salt. I read in that book that it keeps ghosts away." Wendy says.

      Mitch turns to the rest of the actors. "Kendra, Logan, you guys check the back." Off-camera, Marty begins whispering to the producer, JAY.

      "Jay, the poor bastard killed himself. Like, for real. Shouldn't we shut it down or something?" Marty asks.

      "We had a moment of silence for him at breakfast. He was just a studio guy." Jay says.

      McG turns around. "Shh!"

      "I love you." Wendy says to Mitch.

      "I know." He shines his flashlight directly in her face. He immediately breaks character. "Sorry."

      Tara also breaks character. "Can we cut or something?" She asks.

      "Uh... yeah, cut. Cut!" McG yells. Dean appears wearing a headset and eating a taqueria. "That's a cut!" Dean resumes eating his taquito.

      McG approaches Tara. "Hey, what's up?" He asks her.

      "I'm sorry. I'm just a little upset." She says.

      "Well, with everything that's been going on around here, who can blame you?" McG asks.

      Tara looks a little displeased. "I just can't wrap my head around the dialogue, you know? Salt? Doesn't that sound silly? I mean, why would a ghost be afraid of salt?" She asks as Dean smirks.

      "Okay, um... Marty?" McG calls.

      "Yo." Marty says when he finally gets there.

      "What do you think?"

      "Not married to salt, what do you want? We still sticking with condiments?" Marty asks.

      "It just sounds different, not better. What else would a ghost be scared of?" McG asks.

      Walter stands next to Dean. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me." He says.

      "What would a ghost be scared of? Maybe shotguns." Marty offers to Walter.

      "Okay, that makes even less sense than salt." McG says.

      "These people are idiots." Walter leaves.

      Sam approaches Dean. "Walter's a little testy for a P.A., huh?" Dean asks.

      "How's it going in here?" Sam asks.

      "It is going really good, man. Tara's really stepped up her performance. I think it's probably from all the sense memory stuff she's drawing on." Dean says.

      "Sense memory?"

      "Yeah."

      "Dean, you know when I ask how it's going in here, I'm talking about the case, right?" Sam asks. "We don't really work here. You know, I thought you hated being a P.A."

      Dean shrugs. "I don't know. It's not so bad. I kind of feel like part of the team, you know?" He holds out his plate. "Taquito? They're wonderful."

      "No. Umm.. Listen, I conned my way into the morgue." Sam says.

      "And?"

      "News reports were right: Brad's a doornail, no question." Sam says.

      Dean leans into his headset. "Copy that." He says, then turns to Sam. "I'm sorry, what?"

      "Copy that?" Sam asks.

      "What did you say?"

      "The news reports were right. Brad's a doornail-" Sam starts.

      Dean leans into his headset once more. "They are aware." He says.

      "Who's aware?" Sam asks.

      "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" Dean says to Sam.

      "Uh.. The newspaper's right: Brad's a doornail, no question about it." Sam says.

      "I guess it's a good thing we didn't skip town."

      "Yeah."

      "Oh, come here. I want you to hear something." Dean leans into his headset. "Copy that. On my way."

      He leads Sam over to the sound guy, Dave. "Hey, Dave. Can you play him that thing you were playing me earlier?" Dean asks.

      "Sure." Dave hands a pair of headphones to Sam.

      "Thanks." Sam listens to the audio of one of the scenes in the movie. Midway through the dialogue, the sound becomes staticky and distorted. Sam exchanges a look with Dean.

Elena approaches the boys in the outfit she wore in the commercial.
She resembles a biker chick with her dark makeup and braided pompadour. Sam and Dean both look up, Dean whistles. "What's with the getup?" Dean asks.

"The commercial had me as a biker chick on a motorcycle." She says. "What's up?"

"Was just listening to the audio for the movie." Dean says.

"EVP." Sam says.

"From the night of Brad's stage dive. All of a sudden, I'm getting electromagnetic readings up the wazoo. For some reason, it's a legit haunting now." Dean says.

"Well, who's the ghost, Dean? What's it want?" Elena asks.

"I don't know. I think we should take a look at Brad's death scene."

Outside in the lot, Dean leads Sam and Elena to one of the trailers. Once inside, Dean pops a DVD into the television. "Hey, where'd you get this DVD?" Sam asks.

"They're called dailies. I got it from Cindy. She's kind of got this on-and-off thing going with Drew. He dubbed me an extra copy." Dean says. They watch the footage of the scene, complete with Brad's surprise entrance. "All right, here's where the guy fell through the roof."

"Right." Sam says.

"All right, here we go." Dean says.

Mitch speaks from the tape. "They must have super-hearing."

Suddenly, Brad falls through the ceiling of the set, hanging by a noose. "Hey, wait, go back, go back."
Sam says and Dean rewinds the tape. "Right after. Right aft- yeah right. Wait. There." Dean pauses the frame.

On the screen, we see a completely different set and standing in the far corner of the set, is the ghostly white woman who led Brad to his death.

"It's like Three Men and a Baby all over again." Dean says and Elena looks at him, confused. "Selleck, Danson, and Guttenberg. And... I don't know who played the baby."

"What's your point?" Sam asks.

"There's a scene in the movie where people say that the camera caught a ghost on film." Dean says. "Apparently, in the background of one of the scenes, there was this boy that nobody remembers from set. Spirit photography."

Sam looks at the woman. "I've seen her before."

STAGE 9
BEHIND THE MOVIE SET

Dean, headset in place, is sitting with Sam and Elena at a table. Sam hands him a print-out of an article. "Here. Check this out." Sam says.

"Yeah, go for Ozzy." Dean says into his headset. "No, I don't have a 20 on Tara, I think she's 10-100. Okay, copy that." He turns to Sam. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"Elise Drummond-starlet back in the thirties. Had an affair with a studio exec. He uses her up, fires her, leaves her destitute, so Elise hangs herself from Stage 9's rafters, right into a scene they're shooting." Sam says.

"Just like our man, Brad. So, what, she's got it in for the studio brass?" Dean asks.

"Possibly. I mean, it's a motive. And Brad's death matches hers exactly." Sam says.

"We're digging tonight, aren't we?" Elena asks.

STAGE 9 MOVIE SET
[ ☾]

The crew is cleaning up for the day. "That's a wrap, people! 6:00 AM call for crew tomorrow!" A set director yells.

"Great work, everybody! McG, you're a genius." Jay shakes McG's hand. "You're kicking ass and taking names."

"Night, Jay."

HOLLYWOOD FOREVER CEMETERY
[ ☾]

Sam, Elena and Dean are walking through, shovels in hand. "Which way?" Sam asks.

Elena reads a map. "Uh... over here." She says.

"Hey." Dean says.

"Yeah?" Sam asks.

Dean gestures to a memorial for Humpty Dumpty. "This map is totally worth the five bucks! Hey, we've gotta go check out Johnny Ramone's grave when we're done here." He say.

"You wanna dig him up, too?" Sam asks.

"Bite your tongue, heathen!" Dean yells, passing another memorial. "Oh, that's cool."

"You know, Dean, what I don't get is why now? I mean, after seventy-five years, Elise Drummond suddenly goes homicidal, you know? Why this movie?" Elena asks.

"Well, maybe she's mad they're making a scary ghost flick." Dean suggests.

"Come on, is it really that scary?" Sam asks.

"Here we go." They reach Elise's headstone.

"Yep. All right." Sam says.

"Yahtzee." They start digging.

STAGE 9 MOVIE SET
[ ☾]

Jay is all alone on the dark set, talking on his cell phone. "I know. No, I friggin' hate McG's dailies. I can't control the guy. I'm telling you, next one, I'm directing myself. What, you? No, Bob. You, I love. You're a genius! You're kicking ass and taking names. Yeah, okay. Yeah. Talk to you later, babe." He hangs up. "What a dick."

The lights suddenly go out on the set. "Oh, great. Hey, guys! Producer walking here, hello!"

HOLLYWOOD FOREVER CEMETERY
[ ☾]

The boys have finished digging and open the coffin to see Elise's corpse. They pour salt over the bones and burn them.

STAGE 9 MOVIE SET
[ ☾]

While JAY tries to get around the forest scenery in the dark, he sees a man walk by. "Hey! Hey, pal! Can you show me to the exit? I can't see a damn thing here." The man, turned away from Jay, doesn't move. "Hey! Hey, putz! I'm talking to you! Somebody could get hurt here."

Suddenly, the man turns around. His face has been slashed, and a section of his skull has been split open. He has blood running down his mouth. Jay screams and falls to the ground. "What the hell?"

Suddenly, the fans on set turn on by themselves. The ghost flickers and vanishes. Jay tries to crawl away, but the fan drags him backwards. He gets sucked into the fan and torn apart, blood spraying everywhere.

The next morning, Sam, Elena and Dean watch as the police examine the crimescene where Jay was killed. Elena has gotten out of the biker chick wear and into her normal clothes. "Run-in with a giant fan. Same thing happened to an electrician back in '66, a guy named Billy Beard." Sam says.

"What the hell, dude?" Dean asks.

"I don't know. Doesn't seem like Elise this time, either. It's not her M.O." Sam says.

"No, we already torched her. So, what, are we dealing with another ghost?" Dean asks.

"Maybe." Elena says.

"Yeah, but these things don't usually tag-team." Dean says.