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( THE SLICE GIRLS )

HOUSE
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A Man carrying a cup of coffee walks over to the sofa, sits down, hits a button on a laptop on the coffee table and picks up a piece of paper. A door opens and an Intruder, visible only from the legs downwards and wearing black boots with rubber soles, steps through the doorway. The Man looks behind him.

"Barb, that you?" The Man goes back to his work.

The Intruder, who is holding a knife and is still visible only from the legs downwards, approaches. The Man turns off music that was playing and gets up to close an open window. He sits back down on the sofa and continues to work.

Something grabs him from behind and he goes flying with a yell into a framed picture on the wall. The glass shatters and he falls to the ground. The Intruder swings the knife at the Man, he screams and blood splatters over his face. The Intruder continues to use the knife on the Man as he screams, then rips open the Man's shirt and cuts him repeatedly.

The Intruder's face is indistinct. We see that a large design has been carved into the Man's chest. The camera pans out and we see that the Man is dead and that his hands and feet have been cut off.

SUPERNATURAL

ROAD
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A car is being driven down the road. Dean is asleep in the passenger seat and Sam is driving. Sam sighs as he also looks in the back to see Elena asleep. Dean wakes. "Morning." Sam says.

"Hey." Dean takes a flask out of his jacket, shakes it and unscrews the lid.

"Is that Bobby's?" Sam asks and Dean takes a drink. "I didn't know you kept that."

"Yeah, mine sprung a leak." Dean says.

"You know, most people would just carry a – a photo or something for a memento."

"Shut up, man. I'm – I'm – I'm honoring the guy, all right? This is, uh, grief therapy, kind of like you and your wild-goose chase." Dean says.

"Wild-goose chase?" Sam asks.

"Yeah."

"Four guys murdered in two weeks, hands and feet cut off." Says Sam.

"Yeah, well, some guy with a foot fetish run amuck." Dean says.

"Grown men thrown so hard they went through walls. Did you – did you even read the article?" Sam pushes a newspaper at Dean.

"No, I was napping." Dean says.

"Well, anyway, what else you got going on? Dick Roman's a dead end for now, you might as well—" Sam starts.

"Stay busy."

"Exactly." Sam says.

"Yeah."

POLICE MORGUE
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A Forensics Officer wheels the Man from the beginning of the episode out of a locker. Dean, Elena and Sam are wearing their FBI suits. They and the Forensics Officer lean over the body. "The latest, but probably not the last. You guys always work this late?" The Forensics Officer asks.

"Ugh, hours suck. But, uh, great benefits package." Dean says.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. 10% co-pay on all drugs." Says Dean.