The laboring task of digging up a body didn't help much, the producer of the movie was found dead the following morning on set. It was labeled a freak accident; he was chopped up by a huge fan, blood and guts everywhere-gross. The death was the same as one of the others they'd researched on the studio's history. It would seem to be another ghost, but the problem was that the man who was killed back then had been cremated. No body to dig up. The director came in and quickly shut down production for a few days to cooperate with police.

Kayla stared at the crowd as they dispersed. "Now what?"

"I don't know." Sam responded. "Let's go back to the trailer, check the tapes again."

They went back and sat around the TV. After about the sixth hour of dailies, everyone was bored out of their minds and pretty much hated the movie.

"Maybe the sprits are trying to stop the making of the movie because it sucks, because, well, it kind of does." Sam noted.

Kayla nodded. "At this point, I'd believe it."

The next scene came on and showed Tera reading from a book, trying her hand at Latin.

"She sure butchered that incantation didn't she?"

Sam looked at her. "What do you mean?"

"Well that's what it is, right? It sounds like one of the incantations in your research books."

He rewound the tape and played it back, now listening carefully to the words she was speaking. "It's an invocation, an um, it's a summoning ritual actually. What's that doing in a Hollywood movie?"

"Maybe we should talk to the writer. I never saw him leave." Dean suggested.

"Yeah, find out why he's trying to bring the spirits out to play."

Kayla stood and stretched, damn they'd been watching TV awhile. "I'll talk to him, I think I'm his type."

"You're too smart to be his type."

"I'll dumb it down." She left the trailer and jogged back into the studio, thankful for something to do.

It didn't take long to find the writer. He was in his new office, a woman was already scraping the name of the producer off the door. She stopped in the doorway and smiled a little as he looked at her.

He paused his conversation in his cell phone. "I…let me call you back." The phone snapped shut and he cocked his head. "Things are shut down for the day…is there something I can help you with?"

"No, I just," she smiled sheepishly. "You're the writer, right? I read the script."

You could almost see his ego inflate. "Yeah? What'd you think?"

"It was really great."

"It was totally rockin' right?" He was grinning ear to ear now and she tried not to roll her eyes.

"Yeah and I mean, like, really detailed. There was just one thing that I didn't really get. The whole, Latin reading stuff…"

This seemed to make him even more excited, if that was possible. "Sweetheart, I am totally with you on that. That crap was from the original writer, Walter Dixon."

"Well he's kind of crazy then, I mean, how would spirits hear chanting from hell anyway?"

"Exactly! Man, you should have seen the script before I fixed it. I had to do so much work, just to keep it readable!"

"You did a great job."

"Thanks." He paused and she saw him shift, he was going for the kill. "Haven't I seen you around here?"

"I'm a PA."

"Ah no, sweetheart, you can do better than that." He smirked. "You're really into the whole movie thing huh?"

"Yeah, definitely."

"Tell you what." He handed her a script. "This is the original script. Why don't you read it over, for comparison. Then we can talk about it…say…over dinner?"

She smiled, like she had suddenly gotten what she wanted. "That'd be awesome."

He smirked. He probably thought he was one slick pup. "Great. Meet you here tonight…seven?"

"Sure. I'm um…I'm Kayla by the way." Since you asked me out without knowing my name.

"See you tonight Kayla."

She brought the script back to the trailer and tossed it onto the table. "The invocation was written by the original screenplay writer, Walter Dixon. This was his original script, happy reading…"

"Yeah Sam get on that." Dean turned the tape off and turned on actual television.