Sam found the original script much better than the edited version. It was also basically a how-to manual for invoking the dead and making them do whatever you want, like killing people. The only thing he couldn't figure out was why this writer would want this out in the public. After a brief debate, they figured he was punishing the crew for butchering his script and the guy who rewrote it-Martin, was most likely the next on the list.

They went back to the set after dark and found what they expected to find; Walter Dixon letting a ghost try to kill the writer. Before he could be dragged into the fan, Dean shot the spirit with rock salt.

He looked at him gratefully. "You are one hell of a PA."

"I know." Dean helped him up off the ground.

"What are you doing?" Walter ran up the stairs.

Sam looked after him. "We could ask you the same thing. Raising these spirits from the bed, making them murder for you? That's playing with fire Walter!"

"You don't understand!" He kept climbing the stairs, obviously not wanting a face to face with them.

Kayla looked up at him. "So explain it to us."

"You put your heart and soul into something, years of hard work, and they take it and crap all over it!" He yelled. "Look, I don't have beef with you guys, please just leave. Martin has to stay."

"Sorry, we can't do that." Dean shrugged. "It's not that we like the guy, it's just the principle."

"Then I'm sorry too." He held his talisman up and started chanting in Latin. Three ghosts appeared and walked towards them. Before they could even arm themselves the ghosts disappeared and attacked them.

Kayla saw the guys going for the set house, she looked to the stairs. "I'm going after Walter."

Dean started to argue, but he quickly weighed the odds; Walter was probably less of a fight than the three ghosts. "Yell if you need anything."

She quickly scaled the stairs and chased through a door to a cement platform. "Walter!"

He stopped and turned towards her.

"This has to stop."

"Here!" He chucked the talisman.

"No don't!" She tried to grab it; she dove but couldn't get to it in time-Kayla winced as it shattered on the ground. "Why'd you have to do that?"

"Now no one can have it."

"Yeah but…" she shook her head and glanced around. "I thought you did your research on this." They both turned and saw Dean, Sam and Martin come through the door. "Now the ghosts are free…and they're gonna be major league pissed at you."

"Did he break it?" Dean asked. "Are you stupid?"

Walter jerked from the unseen attacker. Just as quickly, he was on the ground and blood started seeping through his shirt. Martin lifted his cell phone to see the ghosts attacking; no one else wanted to look.

The following day on set, Martin had taken his new knowledge of the afterlife and applied it the only way he knew; put it into the movie. Now the actors were shooting at images of ghosts in their cell phones. Oh well. At the end of the day, they did what they were supposed to do. They stopped the bad guy. Too bad he couldn't just learn his lesson instead of being murdered.