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Episode #VS712
Crossing Jordan Virtual Season 7
“Long Way Down”
Written by
Bourbon and Nynaeve1723
Art by
BigCJFan
“Crossing Jordan Virtual Season 7” is a
fan-based effort not intended to infringe on the rights of Tailwind Productions,
NBC/Universal or any of the other copyright holders of “Crossing Jordan.”
No money was made from the writing or posting of any content.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
Jordan Cavanaugh
Woody Hoyt
Garret Macy
Nigel Townsend
Kate Switzer
Mahesh “Bug” Vijayaraghavensatanaryanamurthy
Lily Lebowski
Lois Carver
Matt Seeley
Uniformed Cop
Officer Steve Verdi
Derek “D-Con” Conrad
Lawyer
Little Girl
Jazzercizing Granny
Maid
Mrs. Poodle
Mr. Poodle
Meg Carley
David Antonelli
SET LIST
INTERIORS
THE MORGUE
AUTOPSY ONE
TRACE
JORDAN’S OFFICE
BREAK ROOM
WOODY’S APARTMENT
BEDROOM
BATHROOM
PRECINCT
HALLWAY
INTERROGATION ROOM
LORNA CARLEY’S APARTMENT BUILDING
LORNA’S APARTMENT
ELEVATOR
LOBBY
HIGHRISE APARTMENT BUILDING
VARIOUS APARTMENT DOORWAYS
POODLE APARTMENT
EXTERIORS
ALLEY
HIGHRISE APARTMENT BUILDING
ROOFTOP
MORGUE
ROOFTOP
CEMETERY
GRAVESIDE
A SEPARATE AREA
TEASER
1. INT. MORGUE, AUTOPSY ONE - EVENING
We begin with an extreme close-up of GARRET. His face reveals a mixture of
revulsion and curiosity. We pull back slowly to see that he is in scrubs, in
autopsy. We can’t really see the body on the table in front of him, but
what we can see is bloody and battered. As we continue to pull back we see one
arm has fallen limply over the side of the table. GARRET silently moves it back
into place and based on the way he handles the body we understand the arm was
broken in numerous places. Obviously the cadaver didn’t leave a good-looking
corpse. We continue to pull back and the camera reveals LOIS CARTER standing
to GARRET’S left. Her face shows the same mixture of revulsion as we saw
on GARRET’S, but with less curiosity.
| LOIS |
| I don’t suppose determining cause of death will be much trouble. |
GARRET
(shoots her a look) |
| Probably took longer to scrape him off the pavement than I’ll need
for the autopsy. |
| LOIS |
| I gotta tell you, Doc, I’m glad it’s you and not… anyone
else. |
GARRET raises an eyebrow.
| LOIS (cont’d) |
| Don’t get me wrong. Your people are about as thorough as they come…. |
GARRET
(smiling) |
| A little too thorough? |
| LOIS |
| Let’s say more like a little too prone to… theories. |
| GARRET |
| That are usually right. |
| LOIS |
| If it’s all the same to you, Doc, I don’t think any…
theories are called for here. |
Before GARRET can respond, KATE and NIGEL enter. NIGEL is nattering on about some
arcane subject. KATE looks like she could use an aspirin – or possibly the
whole bottle. They come to a halt when they see GARRET and LOIS.
| NIGEL |
| Oh. Dr. M… we – uh – heard there was… you’re
not on call, are you? |
GARRET
(another one of his tired smiles) |
| No, Nigel. I’m not. |
| KATE |
| Then you shouldn’t – |
He shrugs off their dubious looks and is aware that LOIS is hoping he’ll
be able to get rid of NIGEL at least.
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| Really. I’ve got this one. |
| KATE |
| Look, I’m the one on call. |
She approaches the body and looks at it and then at GARRET. Her eyes are wide
and she goes a shade or two paler than normal. She opens and closes her mouth
a few times before she can make words come out.
| KATE (cont’d) |
| But… if you’re… sure? |
Nigel’s clearly intrigued – what would put KATE off? – and saunters
over to take his own look. He does a double take and slowly mouths the phrase
Sweet Nancy!
| NIGEL |
| Right, then. I – uh – that is… yeah. Well… as
long as you’ve got it. |
He glances at KATE, somewhat desperately.
| KATE |
| Since you’re sure… uh… yeah. Binky does need some –
er – quality time. |
NIGEL and KATE exit in a rush. NIGEL almost forgets to let her through the door
first until she glares at him. And quite possibly steps on his foot, if the grimace,
wince and subsequent minor limp are any indication.
| LOIS |
| That’s a first around here. |
| GARRET |
| You’d be surprised. |
LOIS
(snorts) |
| With Jordan Cavanaugh on staff? (beat) Where is Jordan? |
| GARRET |
| Jordan is… surprising us all. |
\2. INT. WOODY’S APARTMENT, BEDROOM – EVENING
We hear the sound of keys in the door. The door opens, closes. WOODY is heard
talking animatedly and a bit nervously.
WOODY
(v/o) |
| This is the living room. Well, okay, you knew that. In here’s the
bedroom. Knew that, too. |
WOODY and JORDAN enter the bedroom. She is carrying a box and has a duffle bag
over one shoulder. WOODY opens the bedroom closet. All of his clothes have been
pushed to one side, the other half is empty. WOODY chatters on while JORDAN watches
him with amusement. He speaks in a nervous rush.
| WOODY |
| Bedroom. Closet…you can hang stuff. Over here… |
He crosses to the dresser.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| I cleared these two drawers for you. You should be able to fit a bunch
of stuff in there. Okay, in here we got the bathroom… |
He crosses into the bathroom and JORDAN follows. He opens the medicine cabinet.
The bottom two shelves are empty.
| WOODY |
| Bottom two can be yours. You can keep your toothbrush and your… |
WOODY, slightly embarrassed, waves his hands around, searching for a word.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| …womanly things. |
He exits back into the bedroom.
| WOODY |
| Bed…this side is yours…of course…bedside table is all
yours. And…I guess that’s about it! |
JORDAN smiles at him with amused affection.
| JORDAN |
| Woody, I’m not moving in, it’s just some things for when I
spend the night. |
He gives her a look that is equal parts leer and boyish blush.
WOODY
(grinning) |
| I know. I just want you to be comfortable. Mi casa es su casa
and all that. (softly, sincerely) I’m really glad you’re here. |
He reaches out for her and pulls her into his arms.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| You don’t really want to go out tonight, do you? We could stay in,
order some take-out, open some champagne. Make a celebration of it. |
| JORDAN |
| Mmm. You read my mind. |
WOODY smiles and they share a kiss. After they break, he starts to exit into the
other room.
| WOODY |
| I’ll get the phone book. |
He exits, and we hear his voice as JORDAN begins to unpack.
WOODY
(V/O) |
| Oh, hey…I cleared out a section of the refrigerator for your weird
organic stuff so we don’t get them mixed up, okay? What are you in
the mood for? Chinese or Italian? Or how about Greek? We haven’t had
Greek in a while. I don’t know how souvlaki works with champagne.
Hey, Jordan? Is Greek okay?...Jordan? |
During the speech, JORDAN has taken a few personal items – travel clock,
paperback, journal, iPod, etc., from the box she was carrying. She crosses to
the bedside table on her side of the bed and opens the drawer. She freezes. Her
face registers surprise, then sadness. She reaches in and pulls something out.
It is a photograph. WOODY re-enters, and she looks up at him, her eyes dark. He
crosses quickly to her and takes the photo. From his POV we see it is a photograph
of WOODY and LU, taken on some spring day outing. In the photo, they are laughing
and hugging. A happy couple. His face drops.
He stares at the photo but says nothing.
WOODY
(quietly) |
| It’s all right. It’s just a picture. |
He holds the picture for a moment, and then smiles reassuringly at Jordan. She
smiles back and crosses to put some things in the dresser. His face drops again
as his eyes fall back to the picture. The silence is broken as WOODY’S cell
phone rings. WOODY answers
His face darkens. A look of sadness spreads across his face.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| Where? ... All right…I’ll notify the M.E. I’m on my
way. |
He folds the phone and pauses a minute, the picture in one hand, saying nothing.
| WOODY |
| Shooting…female officer down…she didn’t make it. |
JORDAN’S face falls and they look at each other in silent understanding.
END OF TEASER
CUT TO OPENING CREDITS
ACT 1
3. EXT. ALLEY – NIGHT
An alley between two buildings. We see from a longshot. There are squad cars
with lights flashing. Crime scene personnel milling around. We see MATT SEELY.
JORDAN is kneeling beside the body doing some preliminary stuff. Everything
is moving, except for WOODY, noticeable for his stillness.

We move in and see that amid the activity, he is staring down at a body on
the ground. We see from his POV, the dead body is LORNA CARLEY, 30, a pretty
blonde, haircut into a shoulder-length bob. She is wearing a navy blue pantsuit
and a white blouse. The blouse is covered with her blood. The suit jacket is
opened, and we can see her police badge clipped to her belt. We cut back up
to WOODY, who looks down at her with sadness.
SEELY
(rattling off facts) |
| Officer Lorna Carley. BPD Homicide Division. Lives in the apartment building
next door. GSW to the chest. Pronounced at the scene. Assailant unknown.
Neighbors heard a single gunshot at approximately 9PM. Hoyt? Hey, Hoyt,
you listening? |
WOODY
(numbly) |
| I don’t recognize her. |
| SEELY |
| Just transferred into homicide. Got a promotion for some big gangland
arrest she made. Get this. Today was her first day on the job. Man, I bet
right about now she’s wishing it was still 1974, and she was stuck
in the typing pool with all the other female cops. Otherwise known as "the
good old days." |
SEELY snickers.
| SEELY |
| Too bad. We haven’t had a blonde hottie in homicide for awhile. |
WOODY snaps. He turns and grabs SEELY by the collar of his coat and shoves him
against the wall.
| WOODY |
| She’s a cop! You show her some respect! |
| SEELY |
| Jeez! All right, all right! |
WOODY’S face is dark, and SEELY looks a little scared. Woody holds him there,
and we’re not sure what he might do. JORDAN tries to pull him off.
| JORDAN |
| Woody! What are you doing? Let him go! Come on! Woody! |
After a tense moment, WOODY releases SEELY and walks a few feet away.
| SEELY |
| Jeez, Hoyt. I was hoping you might be a little more pleasant now that
you’re finally getting some. |
| JORDAN |
| Explains a lot about your personality, Seely. |
SEELY makes a “Ha ha, very funny” face. JORDAN crosses to WOODY.
| JORDAN |
| What the hell was that about? |
| WOODY |
| You heard what he said. |
| JORDAN |
| Seely’s a pig. Not exactly news. (beat) Look… |
She glances over at the body, choosing her words carefully.
| JORDAN |
| I know this brings back memories, but you can’t let it get to you… |
| WOODY |
| Don’t. Don’t tell me how to do my job, Jordan. This is just
a case. Like any other. You do your job and let me do mine. |
He stalks off and starts to confer with one of the uniformed cops. JORDAN watches
him in confusion. They are both hurting. Her attention turns as two morgue flunkeys
start to load OFFICER CARLEY’S body into a bag.
JORDAN
(snapping) |
| Hey! Easy! (softening) Just…be careful with her, okay? |
The flunkeys lift the body onto a gurney. She turns back to WOODY, but he will
not look at her. She shrugs sadly and turns to head out of the alley with the
gurney. As she goes, we see behind her that WOODY is watching her leave.
4. INT. MORGUE, AUTOPSY – NIGHT
We see GARRET, in scrubs. He has ear piece and mini microphone on his head
and is dictating his autopsy findings. He holds scalpel aloft and stares down
at the body.
| GARRET |
| Beginning the “Y” incision at…. |
He stops, cocks head to the left
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| Making a midline incision…. |
He stops again, cocks head to the right this time
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| Oh, hell. (puts down scalpel) What’s the point? |
BUG enters.
| BUG |
| Oh. Dr. Macy. I didn’t know… is this the jumper? |
| GARRET |
| Yeah. (looks up) I told Kate I’d handle it. |
BUG approaches the body and gives it a quick appraisal. His eyes narrow at first.
He peers a little bit closer and then almost jumps a step back. Calm unflappable
BUG is definitely “flapped.” Dumbfounded, he looks at GARRET, then
again at the body and then once more at GARRET. If we didn’t know what a
trooper BUG is, we might even believe that he’s a little “green around
the gills.”
| GARRET |
| But, you know, if you’d like, I could – |
| BUG |
| Oh, gee, thanks, but… um… Lily! And the baby. |
GARRET raises an eyebrow.
| BUG |
| We’re – uh – that is – Maddy needs – she
really needs some shoes. |
| GARRET |
| I thought Lily wasn’t going to do any of that until Maddy was walking. |
BUG
(chuckles nervously) |
| You know how women are. |
| BUG |
| About… the… shoes. Starts young. Maybe genetic. (backing away)
Probably a fascinating study in there somewhere. (looks down to his belt)
There she is now! Calling to ask what’s keeping me. |
GARRET
(hint of a grin) |
| I don’t hear anything. |
| BUG |
| Vibrate. Great option, huh? |
| GARRET |
| You’re not wearing your cell phone. |
BUG looks down again then back up with a sheepish look and then he dashes out
the door.
GARRET (cont’d)
(looking back at the corpse) |
| Looks like it’s just you and me again. |
He gives another study of the body and then a grimace.
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| his isn’t exactly textbook, but then again…. |
He lets his gaze travel around the autopsy suite and sighs
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| When was the last time anyone around here bothered with a textbook? |
The camera pulls back and we see the source of GARRET’S dilemma: this man
sustained so much body trauma in the fall that there isn’t really anywhere
to make an incision – nor any need. With a grimace, GARRET slides his hands
into the man’s chest cavity and spreads the ribs. He begins to manipulate
the man’s internal body structure as part of the autopsy.
GARRET (cont’d)
(returning to his dictation now) |
| Gross manual examination indicates breaks in the first through twelfth
ribs on the left side and… breaks in the first through fourteenth
ribs on the right. |
He removes his hands and palpates the clavicle
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| Clavicle appears broken in at least four places. Will confirm with x-ray. |
We watch him extract the lungs and place them in the weighing pan. He gives their
weight.
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| Lungs appear normal in size with healthy tissue except for the three puncture
wounds, likely sustained when he hit the pavement. Almost no blood in the
lungs suggests he died almost instantly. |
GARRET removes the lungs from the pan and sets them aside should further analysis
be required. He repeats the previous procedure with the heart. As he lays it in
the pan we hear a clearly audible clink. GARRET looks at the chains supporting
the pan in annoyance, assuming one of them has twisted slightly. This means he
will have to re-weigh the lungs in case the kink affected the measurement.
GARRET (cont’d)
(muttering) |
| Great. At least it wasn’t the large intestine. |
He lifts the heart from the pan and holds it in one hand while making sure the
pan is hanging correctly with the other – he starts his dictation again.
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| Heart weighs- |
GARRET breaks off as we hear the clink again.
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| Goddammit! Next time I think I’m tired of paperwork…. |
He gives the weighing pan and its support chains the evil eye.
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| What the…? |
We see the weighing pan and the chains. They are in perfect order.
GARRET picks up the heart again and turns it over. He closes his eyes briefly.
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| I don’t believe this. |
We push in slowly on the heart in his hand until we can see it – the glint
of metal.
5. INT. MORGUE, AUTOPSY – NIGHT
GARRET is still in autopsy. He’s looking tired. His eyes are red rimmed
and he’s got good stubble going. He glances at the clock and we see why
– it’s almost dawn. LOIS CARVER enters and GARRET looks up. She
shakes her head at him.
| LOIS |
| Gee, Doc. I thought this one was pretty obvious. You need the overtime
that bad? |
| GARRET |
| Take a look at this. |
GARRET puts up an x-ray. Of a heart. On the x-ray the bullet is large-as-life.
| LOIS |
| Okay, so you got a shooting vic in. Where’s my guy? |
| GARRET |
| Take another look, Detective. At the name on the x-ray. |
LOIS reads the name on the x-ray and then turns to stare at the body. She looks
back to GARRET, who just nods. They go stand on either side of the body, same
positions as the teaser. After a moment, LOIS looks up.
| LOIS |
| So, our guy was shot and the force of the impact …er… pushed
him over the ledge. |
| GARRET |
| Based on how and where he landed, this guy jumped. |
| LOIS |
| Wait a minute… are you saying he jumped and took a bullet
to the heart? |
| GARRET |
| That’s what the evidence is saying. |
| LOIS (cont’d) |
| What’re the odds? |
LOIS groans and rolls her eyes.
| LOIS |
| What is it with this place? Every time I think I have an easy one…
(shakes her head) It’s like you sit around thinking up ways to make
my job harder. |
6. INT. WOODY’S APARTMENT, BATHROOM – NIGHT
WOODY is taking a shower. He is standing motionless under the stream, letting
the water pour over him. His face is dark.
7. INT. WOODY’S APARTMENT, BEDROOM – NIGHT
WOODY enters from the bathroom, a towel around his waist.
CUT TO:
JORDAN is reclining in bed, two champagne stems in her hand. She’s wearing
one of his “Boston PD” t-shirts and not much else. We see an open
bottle of champagne chilling on the nightstand. She is smiling, looking hopeful.
Back to WOODY, who smiles gently. The tension at the crime scene seems to be
forgotten.
| JORDAN |
| I know it’s late, but there’s no reason we still can’t
do a little celebrating, right? Even without the souvlaki. |
He crosses to the bed and crawls in next to her.
JORDAN
(playing innocent, indicating his shirt) |
| Can you believe I brought all those clothes over, and I forgot something
to sleep in? |
WOODY
(with a leer) |
| That’s government property. I could have you arrested, you know. |
| JORDAN |
| I don’t plan on wearing it that long. |
They clink glasses, sip and put their glasses on the nightstand. There’s
a nice little moment gazing into each other’s eyes; he tucks a strand of
hair behind her ear. Then they go in for a long kiss. His towel hits the floor;
the t-shirt gets pulled over her head. He lowers her onto her back. Things grow
more heated and intense. He’s kissing her neck and shoulders, and then…he
stops. JORDAN is kind of lost in the moment, but quickly notices.
| JORDAN |
| Woody? What’s wrong? |
He says nothing but rolls over onto his side and away from her.
JORDAN
(sitting up) |
| You okay? |
| WOODY |
| Yeah…It’s late…I guess I’m more tired than I thought
I was. Good night, Jordan. |
She looks at him with concern, and then lies down, curling up next to him.
8. INT. WOODY’S APARTMENT, BEDROOM – NIGHT
JORDAN jerks awake. It is dark. The apartment is perfectly still. She blinks,
tries to get her bearings. She rolls over, and we see that WOODY’S side
of the bed is empty. She looks over at the clock: 3:23 AM. She looks around.
Everything is dark and quiet. WOODY is gone. She sits up, pulls her knees to
her chest, a troubled look on her face.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
9. INT. MORGUE, BREAKROOM – EARLY MORNING
We see a coffee cup from the top – a black pool of liquid with a slight
film on it. Slowly the cup is lifted by a hand we cannot see. We watch the cup
travel to lips and watch the mouth drink some of the coffee. Slowly the mug
makes its way back down to the table. We begin to pull back and see it’s
GARRET, too engrossed in a report to notice his coffee has gone cold and scummy.
The clock behind him shows more time has passed since his last scene. He’s
not in scrubs, but his clothes are rumpled, his eyes red and bleary and his
facial stubble passed five o’clock shadow quite a while ago. He looks
up as the door to the break room opens. It’s LOIS CARVER.
LOIS gives him an expectant look.
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| Just nothing about this case. |
LOIS
(sighs) |
| Give me something here. |
GARRET
(raises an eyebrow) |
| Like a theory? |
LOIS rolls her eyes at him.
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| I’d love to. I can’t. Nothing about this case makes sense. |
LOIS gives him another disbelieving look.
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| C’mon. Let me show you something. |
10. INT. MORGUE, TRACE - CONTINUING
We cut to GARRET and LOIS in Trace. GARRET is trying to explain why the facts
aren’t adding up. NIGEL enters, listening to GARRET’S explanation.
NIGEL walks over to the light box and looks at the x-ray.
| NIGEL |
| Sweet Nancy! Who shot this bloke? |
| GARRET |
| If we knew that…. Why? Do you have a (look to LOIS) theory? |
| NIGEL |
| Not as such, no. It’s just that I’ve never seen an angle of
entry like this one. |
| GARRET |
| I figure the shooter was lying on the rooftop. |
LOIS
(knowing she’s going to regret this) |
| You have another idea? |
NIGEL
(looks at GARRET and LOIS) |
| It’s just – this shot… it’s… |
He grins in spite of himself.
| NIGEL (cont’d) |
| . . . amazing. |
| GARRET |
| I’m glad you’re impressed, Nigel. |
| NIGEL |
| No… see, the thing is… this guy was standing, right? |
He waits for GARRET’S nod
| NIGEL (cont’d) |
| Well then…this is the sort of shot a marksman would envy.
You’d get that sort of shot lying down maybe one time in a…
million. |
| LOIS |
| So our shooter is a sniper with the luck o’ the Irish? |
NIGEL
(another shrug) |
| Actually with this trajectory, I think your shooter’s a Chihuahua. |
GARRET and LOIS both roll their eyes.
| LOIS |
| Gee, thanks. I’ll keep that in mind when I make an arrest. |
NIGEL
(eyes twinkling) |
| I dunno… not sure his little paws’ll stay in the cuffs. |
GARRET gives him a withering look.
NIGEL
(sheepish) |
| Well, I should just… that test I was…. Right. |
NIGEL scurries from the room, leaving GARRET and LOIS to look contemplatively
at the x-ray. LOIS finally turns away.
| LOIS |
| I’d better head back to the scene. |
| GARRET |
| I’ll meet you there. |
11. INT. LORNA CARLEY’S APARTMENT – DAY
There are CSU personnel and uniformed cops milling around LORNA’S apartment,
dusting for fingerprints, collecting evidence, etc. WOODY is standing among
the activity. He looks grim, unshaven, bleary-eyed.
He looks over to the end-table next to LORNA’S sofa. There are several
family photos. There is one of her, smiling, happy. He picks it up and looks
at it with sadness.
A UNIFORMED COP enters from another room.
| UNIFORMED COP |
| It’s clean, sir. Nothing significant. |
WOODY nods sadly.
12. INT. LORNA’S APARTMENT BUILDING, ELEVATOR - DAY
WOODY is riding down the elevator in LORNA’S apartment building. He closes
his eyes slowly. And we see:
13. EXT. ALLEY – DAY
It is the alley where OFFICER CARLEY was shot. The scene from the previous night
replays itself. We see LORNA CARLEY’S body on the ground. Then the camera
cuts to WOODY standing in the alley over her body. Then the camera cuts back
down to the body. Only this time, it is Lu Simmons, in the same position, looking
as she did the night she died.
CUT TO:
14. INT. LORNA’S APARTMENT BUILDING, ELEVATOR – DAY WOODY’S
eyes snap open, just as the elevator doors begin to part, and he steps out into
the lobby of the building.
15. INT. LORNA’S APARTMENT BUILDING, LOBBY - CONTINUING
There are some uniformed cops in the lobby. Crime scene tape is up, and we
can just see the glare of flashing squad car lights outside. WOODY nearly collides
with OFFICER STEVE VERDI, 35ish, tall, nice-looking. He looks in much the same
condition as WOODY. Haggard. He has a file folder in his hand.
| STEVE |
| I’m Steve Verdi…I’m…I was Officer Carley’s
partner. |
| STEVE |
| You need to see this. I know who killed her. |
WOODY raises an eyebrow. STEVE hands him a file folder. He opens it. We see a
mugshot of a particularly nasty gang banger, DEREK CONRAD.
| STEVE |
| Derek "D-Con" Conrad. Runs a crew of gangbangers up in Roxbury.
Drugs, prostitution, extortion, you name it. Stirred up a lot of trouble
during the riots last year. |
WOODY’S head snaps up at the mention of the riots. STEVE continues speaking,
but we see it in WOODY’S eyes: he has gone somewhere else, and it is not
a pleasant place.
STEVE (cont’d)
(with bitter sarcasm) |
| He and a couple of his homeboys robbed a Korean grocery store
and beat the owner within an inch of his life. Who knows what else they
got up to that night? |
He stops when he notices that WOODY’S not there.
| STEVE (cont’d) |
| Detective? |
WOODY
(snapping to) |
| I’m…sorry. Go ahead. |
| STEVE |
| Son of bitch is made of Teflon. Couldn’t pin anything on him until
Lorna – Officer Carley – cracked it open. But he’s got
some slick lawyer on retainer. Got him out on bail. At the hearing…he
threatened her. Told her to watch her back. He did it. It was him. |
WOODY picks up the picture of D-CON. His jaw tightens. He looks over at STEVE
and nods.
16. EXT. HIGHRISE APARTMENT BUILDING ROOFTOP - DAY
GARRET and LOIS arrive at the rooftop. It is flat and covered in gravel. Two
sides are clear to the edges, the other two sides have a collection of vents
and ductwork before you get to the edges – good hiding or ambush places.
| GARRET |
| Wanna tell me again what we’re looking for? |
| LOIS |
| Anything that puts another person up here with our jumper. (beat) Shell
casings, clear footprints, that sort of thing would be nice. (shrug) I’ll
settle for signs of a scuffle, maybe a few blood drops here and there. |
They stand in the doorway for a moment, studying the scene before doing anything
that might contaminate it no matter how much care they take.
| GARRET |
| So… our guy comes out this door and… (looks around) why here? |
| LOIS |
| Whaddya mean ‘why here?’ |
| GARRET |
| Why this building? Did he live here? |
LOIS
(checks her notes) |
| No. Mr. Antonelli lived in Camby, actually. |
| GARRET |
| Long way to come to end it all. |
| LOIS |
| So he… came to see someone he knew. |
| GARRET |
| And what…? Decided it looked like a nice day to take a header off
a twenty-six story building? |
| LOIS |
| Maybe he and the someone had an argument… Antonelli walked out…
came up here to cool down. |
| GARRET |
| The operative word being down. (makes a face) But… why?
Why not just leave? |
| LOIS |
| Maybe he wanted to finish… whatever it was. So he comes up here
to cool down and his… friend or whatever follows him. (beat) Maybe
he owes the guy money. |
| GARRET |
| Pitching Antonelli off the roof isn’t the best way to collect. |
| LOIS |
| No, but threatening him with a gun might encourage him to pay up. |
| GARRET |
| Okay. Let’s play this out. I’m Antonelli. |
| LOIS |
| And I’m the shooter. |
| GARRET |
| We had a fight. I came up here to get away. |
| GARRET |
| I see the gun. I back away from you. Toward the edge of the roof. |
| LOIS |
| I keep coming toward you. |
| GARRET |
| I beg you to stop, promise you whatever it is I owe you. |
| LOIS |
| That’s not good enough. I shoot. You go flying over the- |
| GARRET |
| No. Like I said, this guy jumped. The impact of the shot did not fling
him over the edge. Let’s start over. |
They go back to the game.
| LOIS |
| I follow you up here. We argue some more. I take out my gun. |
| GARRET |
| And I reach toward it. I’m going to grab it away from you. |
| LOIS |
| That’s not gonna be easy. There’s a struggle- |
| GARRET |
| No, that doesn’t work either. |
He sweeps his hand in a gesture that encompasses the roof.
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| Look at this. There’s no sign of a fight or anything up here. |
| LOIS |
| Okay, so it’s not much of a fight. I push you back, right to the
edge. |
GARRET is trying to imagine that, the victim grappling with the killer.
| GARRET |
| You trip, go sprawling… I think maybe there’s a way out now.
I start to move along the edge, watching you. |
| LOIS |
| I’m not thinking about whatever you owe me now. I’m angry.
I fire. |
| GARRET |
| The bullet gets me in the heart. The impact spins me around and….
(sighs) |
| GARRET |
| The trajectory would be wrong. On the bullet. Nigel said- |
| LOIS |
| No offense, Doc, but I think that was another of his wild speculations.
Come on, what about height, weight, all those factors? |
GARRET
(shakes his head) |
| Nigel may have some unusual ideas, but he’s usually right about
this stuff. |
| LOIS |
| So what now? You’re Antonelli and I’m a Chihuahua with an
anger management issue? |
GARRET gives her a funny look.
| LOIS (cont’d) |
| Look, Doc, the answer has to be up here. |
GARRET
(smiling slowly) |
| I don’t think so. (beat) I think it’s down there. |
17. INT. MORGUE, TRACE – DAY
JORDAN is in trace. All is still. LORNA’S body is on a gurney covered
by a drape. Jordan is looking down at her face. The stillness is broken as JORDAN’S
cell phone rings. She answers.
18. INT. PRECINCT, HALLWAY – DAY
WOODY is on the other end of the phone, walking down the precinct hallway.
| WOODY |
| I got the bastard, Jordan, and I’m bringing him down. |
19. INT. MORGUE, TRACE – CONTINUING
Jordan blinks in incomprehension.
JORDAN
(a bit thrown) |
| Wha – Woody? What are you talking about? |
WOODY
(talking a mile a minute) |
| Derek Conrad, a/k/a "D-Con." All around altar boy and Eagle
Scout. Arrested last week for the attempted murder of a Korean grocery store
owner. The investigating officer? You guessed it. Lorna Carley. |
| JORDAN |
| So, you think this guy killed Lorna? |
| WOODY |
| Had a little chat with Steve Verdi, Officer Carley’s partner, this
morning. A roomful of witnesses heard D-Con tell her that she’d better
“watch her back.” That sound like a threat to you? |
| JORDAN |
| We’ll run ballistics and see what comes up. |
| WOODY |
| I’m telling you, Jordan, it’s him. Derek Conrad. He’s
got the proverbial rap sheet as long as my arm. And I’m gonna nail
his cop-killing ass to the wall. |
| JORDAN |
| You’re probably right. This guy sounds… |
| WOODY |
| Probably? It’s him, Jordan. |
| JORDAN |
| Woody, she’s still in trace. We don’t even know for sure what
killed her. |
| WOODY |
| I’m not an expert or anything, but I’d think the gaping hole
in her chest makes that pretty obvious. |
20. INT. PRECINCT, HALLWAY – CONTINUING
| WOODY |
| Look, I can’t talk. I’ve got the scumbag in Interrogation
1. Just tell me what I need to know, and let me get this guy. |
He flips his phone shut sharply and pauses. We’re outside Interrogation
room 1. We can see from the window in the door that there is someone sitting at
the table inside the room. It is DEREK “D-CON” CONRAD. WOODY pushes
the door open.
21. INT. PRECINCT, INTERROGATION ROOM – DAY
Inside the room are WOODY and SEELY. SEELY is standing, arms folded across
his chest. WOODY is seated at the table. Across from him are DEREK “D-CON”
CONRAD and his slimy but elegantly attired LAWYER. WOODY slams down crime scene
photos of LORNA. D-CON is unmoved.

| WOODY |
| Officer Lorna Carley. But you already knew that. |
D-CON picks up one of the photos, looks at it, then flings it back onto the table
with disinterest.
D-CON
(with a smirk) |
| Yeah, we’ve met. |
| WOODY |
| Shot to death in the alley next to her apartment building last night.
But you already knew that, too. |
D-CON
(still smirking) |
| Damn. That’s too bad. |
| WOODY |
| What, you think this is funny? You think this is a joke? You’re
lucky they don’t have the death penalty here anymore, ’cause
that’s what they do to cop killers. But hey, I hear they’re
thinking of bringing it back. Maybe just in time to pump your ass full of
potassium chloride. |
| D-CON |
| I didn’t have nothin’ to do with it. |
| WOODY |
| You threatened her. Told her to “watch her back.” |
| WOODY |
| ’Cause you’re such a friendly guy. |
| LAWYER |
| My client will gladly answer questions as to his whereabouts last night,
but if the badgering continues, this interview is over. |
SEELY
(trying to smooth things over) |
| And we appreciate your cooperation, Mr. Conrad. Could you tell us where
you were last night? |
| D-CON |
| I was at my daughter’s dance recital. |
| WOODY |
| Well, aren’t you Father of the Year? Does she know Daddy kills cops? |
| LAWYER |
| May I remind you again that we’re here as a courtesy, Det. Hoyt? |
WOODY
(ignoring him, to D-CON) |
| People like you make me sick. You’re nothing but a bottom-feeder,
you know that? That night was hell on earth, and you took advantage of it. |
D-CON
(confused) |
| What?! What night? |
CUT TO:
SEELY, frowning, and wondering the same thing.
| WOODY |
| She never had a chance. We couldn’t even get her to the hospital
on time. You and your crew made sure of that. Turning over cars. Starting
fires. Blocking the streets. You’re not protesters, you’re common
street thugs. You’re nothing but a fucking parasite. |
| D-CON |
| What the hell you talkin’ about? Blocking the streets. You crazy? |
| WOODY |
| Did you think about how long it would take for her to die with a bullet
in the gut like that? Did you even care? |
CUT TO:
SEELY, who cuts a look to WOODY. He knows full well that LORNA was shot in
the chest, not the gut. He opens his mouth to say something, but WOODY is on
a tear.
| WOODY |
| She was just doing her job. Trying to keep the streets safe from scumbags
and predators like you until you blew her away. She was doing her job and
you left her there to die in some filthy alley, you bottom-feeding son-of-a-bitch… |
LAWYER rises and snaps his briefcase shut.
| LAWYER |
| We’re through here. I’m advising my client not to cooperate
any further with this investigation without a warrant. |
D-CON rises with a smirk, and he and the LAWYER head out.
| D-CON |
| Bitch shouldn’ta been sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. |
WOODY
(erupting) |
| I got you, you son-of-a-bitch! I got you! You hear me? You better watch
your back, you bastard! I got you! |
SEELY has stepped in to restrain WOODY. D-CON and his LAWYER go out quickly, but
not before D-CON gives one final smirk. After they’re gone, WOODY pulls
himself out of SEELY’S grasp and stands huffing with anger. SEELY waits
a beat.
| SEELY |
| You need to meditate. Get a chai or something. When we’re doing
good cop/bad cop, and I’m the good cop…? |
SEELY shakes his head, and WOODY glowers. Beat.
SEELY (cont’d)
(quietly) |
| This is isn’t the riots, and Lorna isn’t her. |
WOODY kicks over a chair in frustration and stalks out.
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
22. INT. MORGUE, AUTOPSY – DAY
JORDAN has finished her autopsy. She is finishing the sutures. She pauses for
a moment, a curious look on her face. NIGEL is in the background, preparing
some slides, etc. He notices and casts a concerned eye to her.
NIGEL
(gently) |
| I’m almost done here, Jordan. You want me to close? |
| JORDAN |
| No…thanks, Nigel. I’ll do it. |
NIGEL crosses to the body as JORDAN sutures.
| NIGEL |
| The likeness…it’s startling. |
She has finished now, steps away from the body and snaps off her rubber gloves
and finishes her dictation.
JORDAN (cont’d)
(in a cool, detached voice) |
| Y-incision sutured. Autopsy completed at…2:35 PM. Attested by Jordan
Cavanaugh, M.D., Assistant Medical Examiner, Commonwealth of Massachusetts. |
JORDAN steps away and looks at the body.
| NIGEL |
| How’s Woody taking it? |
| NIGEL |
| This must be hard for him. |
| JORDAN |
| As opposed to the real picnic it’s been for me? (beat) Sorry, Nige… |
NIGEL gives her a weak smile of understanding
| NIGEL |
| Lu…she died in your arms, didn’t she? |
JORDAN
(nods) |
| I felt like we were just getting to a place where we could be friends,
you know? It seems like there was all this…tension with her and me
and Woody. They had some bizarre idea that I was upset about the two of
them being together. |
NIGEL gives her a look.
| JORDAN |
| Hey, it was none of my business. He was free as a bird. There was nothing
between Woody and me. |
NIGEL
(gently) |
| Come on now, love. You don’t really believe that, do you? |
Suddenly, WOODY bursts through the door.
| WOODY |
| Tell me you got something. Anything. Ballistics, fingerprints, DNA… |
| JORDAN |
| COD? Almost instantaneous. Bullet ruptured her aorta. Nigel’s running
a tox screen, blood culture, chem panel. We should have ballistics soon. |
| WOODY |
| This guy did it. I know it. And he’s mine. You got to help me nail
him, Jordan. |
JORDAN
(choosing her words carefully) |
| I’ll…help you find whoever killed her. |
| WOODY |
| You know damn well who killed her and why. Derek Conrad. It was revenge.
A drive-by shooting. Plain and simple. |
JORDAN
(firmly) |
| It wasn’t a drive-by. |
| WOODY |
| The hell it wasn’t. |
| JORDAN |
| Woody, she was shot from within 15 feet, and she was found thirty feet
inside the alley. It wasn’t a drive-by. |
| WOODY |
| I don’t know…maybe he got out of the car. Maybe the scumbag
wanted to see the look on her face when he pulled the trigger. |
| JORDAN |
| Come on, Woody. You’re a cop. You know that’s not the way
these things go down. |
| WOODY |
| So, now you’re telling me how to do my job? |
| JORDAN |
| Somebody’s got to! |
| WOODY |
| What the hell is that supposed to mean? |
| JORDAN |
| I talked to Matt Seely… |
| WOODY |
| Jesus Christ! Are you checking on me? You don’t know when to leave
it alone, do you? |
JORDAN
(overlapping) |
| You’re not thinking straight, and you can’t even see it! |
WOODY
(overlapping) |
| I’m doing my job! |
| NIGEL |
| Enough! Stop it! Both of you! |
WOODY and JORDAN stop and look at him, stunned. NIGEL is a bit stunned at himself,
too. He swallows hard and continues.
| NIGEL (cont’d) |
| There’s a dead police woman, and you two are bickering like a couple
of children! |
| JORDAN |
| We’re just having a professional disagreement. |
| NIGEL |
| There was nothing professional about it. Look. I don’t know what’s
going on between you two, but fix it. Now. |
JORDAN and WOODY glare at each other. There’s a standoff. Finally, JORDAN
whips off her scrubs, dumps them in the bin, and storms out. WOODY looks at
NIGEL, and then strolls out of autopsy, clearly having no intention of chasing
JORDAN. Not yet, anyway.
23. INT. HIGHRISE APARTMENT BUILDING, FIRST APARTMENT - DAY
We see a door, opened just as much as the security chain will allow. The space
is empty. We pan down to a child standing in the doorway, peering up at GARRET
and LOIS CARVER.

| LOIS |
| Hi. Is your mother home? |
The LITTLE GIRL nods shyly.
| LOIS |
| Could you tell her I need to talk to her? |
LITTLE GIRL
(bellows) |
| Mommmm-eeeeeee! There’s an old lady and a guy with a shiny head
here! |
GARRET and LOIS exchange looks.
24.
INT. HIGHRISE APARTMENT BUILDING, SECOND APARTMENT - CONTINUING
We see another door. This time it is open, showing us the smiling face of an
older woman – about ninety, if she’s a day - her hair done in a
tidy bun. She is wearing exercise wear. LOIS shows her badge and begins the
introductions again.
JAZZERCIZING GRANNY
(speaks very rapidly) |
| Oh, dear, this is about that poor man, isn’t it? |
She pauses as she pokes her head out to look the corridor up and down. Then she
lowers her voice.
| JAZZERCIZING GRANNY (cont’d) |
| He knew about the Cubans. |
GARRET and LOIS both roll their eyes.
| JAZZERCIZING GRANNY (cont’d) |
| They killed JFK. |
The scene slides to another apartment door, then another, then another. Each transition
is faster until the doors are something of a blur.
25. INT. HIGHRISE APARTMENT BUILDING, THIRD APARTMENT - CONTINUING
GARRET
(tired and cranky) |
| Remind me again why you didn’t call for some uniforms to do this. |
GARRET raises his hand to knock on yet another door. It is quickly opened by a
woman in her mid-thirties. LOIS checks her roster of apartment residents.
| LOIS |
| Are you Ms. Tapping? |
| LOIS |
| Do you know when she’ll be back? |
| MAID |
| I’m sorry, no. I’m just the – the housecleaner. |
GARRET looks over her shoulder. We follow his gaze and see a welter of dirty cups,
balled up napkins and other detritus.
| GARRET |
| Looks like she keeps you busy. |
| MAID |
| Oh, usually I only come once a week. She had a party last night. I offered
to switch days so she wouldn’t have to pay extra but…. |
| GARRET |
| You were here yesterday? |
The MAID nods.
LOIS shows the woman the photo of the vic.
| LOIS |
| Have you ever seen this man in the building? |
The MAID takes the photo and studies it.
| MAID |
| I think so. Hey… this isn’t the guy that… oh, God, it
is, isn’t it? He’s the one that jumped off the roof! |
| GARRET |
| I’m afraid so. (beat) Did you see him yesterday? |
MAID
(very pale now) |
| Yes. After the argument. |
LOIS gestures for her to continue.
| MAID |
| Downstairs. I don’t know their names. |
GARRET
(gently) |
| Do you know which apartment downstairs? |
| MAID |
| Right below this one. |
26. EXT. MORGUE, ROOFTOP – SUNSET
JORDAN is on the rooftop, shivering a bit in the late December afternoon. She
has her arms wrapped around herself; she’s lost in thought. There’s
a noise from behind her. It is WOODY, who crosses to her. They are silent for
a moment.

WOODY
(a bit brusquely) |
| I’m sorry. I get crazy when good cops get killed. |
| JORDAN |
| We’ve lost cops before. You’ve never gotten this crazy before.
You’re too emotional… |
| WOODY |
| And maybe you’re not emotional enough. |
| JORDAN |
| Hey, I was there. I watched her die. But I’m trying…I’m
trying to be professional about this. |
| WOODY |
| You think I’m not being professional? What…you think I’m
not over her? |
| WOODY |
| I was never in love with her. I never would have started seeing
her, but you were the one who couldn’t commit. You
were the one who couldn’t be honest. Not me. |
| JORDAN |
| What was I supposed to do? Come back from Littleton and tell the world,
“What a weekend. We got snowed in, solved a murder, and, oh yeah…I
slept with Woody”? |
| WOODY |
| I didn’t want you to tell the world, I wanted you to tell one person.
One. You couldn’t even do that. The poor bastard had to figure
it out for himself. |
| JORDAN |
| Yeah? Well, at least he didn’t find out by walking in on us. |
| WOODY |
| That’s what this is all about, isn’t it? You never got over
being upset about finding me and Lu together in my office that day. |
| JORDAN |
| No, I wasn’t half as upset as you apparently needed me
to be. |
WOODY
(more intense) |
| What does that mean? You know, you’re the one making a
big deal of this, Jordan, not me. This is just a case. All right? It’s
just a case! |
JORDAN blinks, startled at his sudden burst of anger.
JORDAN
(calmly) |
| It’s not just a case, Woody. |
They stand back, breathing heavy, both hurt by the accusations. The rooftop door
swings open. It is NIGEL. He clears his throat.
| NIGEL |
| If you two have had quite enough, I have something I think you should
see. |
27. INT. MORGUE, AUTOPSY - CONTINUING
NIGEL is retrieving a lab printout. WOODY and JORDAN stand on opposite sides
of the room, licking their wounds. NIGEL crosses and hands JORDAN the printout.
She looks at it, and surprise registers. She looks up at NIGEL, and they share
a meaningful look.
| JORDAN |
| She had elevated hCG levels. |
| WOODY |
| What does that mean? |
| JORDAN |
| She was about five weeks pregnant. |
Surprised looks all around.
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
28. INT. MORGUE, AUTOPSY - CONTINUING
NIGEL, WOODY, and JORDAN are in the same positions as the last time we saw
them.
| WOODY |
| So she was pregnant. This doesn’t change anything. |
| JORDAN |
| The leading cause of death for pregnant women in this country is homicide,
and more often than not, they’re killed by their partners. We need
to find out who she was seeing. |
| WOODY |
| This is nothing but a false lead. I’m telling you. It was Derek
Conrad. |
| NIGEL |
| I…wouldn’t be too sure. We’ve just got ballistics back,
too. The weapon of choice with the local gangs is a .22 calibre. Lorna was
killed by a 9 mm. That’s not necessarily significant in and of itself.
But…there’s something about the chambering of the bullet. Very
unusual striation. It was made by a German manufacturer specifically for
the Walther PPK 9 mil. Very rare ordnance. Favored by collectors, suburbanites,
military types. But it’s never been used in a gangland killing in
the Greater Boston area. |
WOODY looks over at JORDAN, expecting an “I told you so” look. Instead,
she is looking at him sympathetically. He drops his gaze to the floor.
| NIGEL |
| Don’t do this. Not again. You two have been through too much for
this not to work. |
WOODY and JORDAN look at the floor like scolded children.
| NIGEL |
| Well…I…have things… |
He crosses to the door to the hallway and almost runs into KATE. He gives her
a “You don’t want to go in there” look and hurries off. KATE
raises her eyebrows and pokes her head in the door.
| KATE |
| Jordan, there’s someone in your office I think you should see. It’s
Meg Carley. She says she knows who killed her sister. |
KATE exits.
| JORDAN |
| We need to find the truth. They both deserve that. |
WOODY nods, and the two of them head out to her office.
29.
INT. HIGHRISE APARTMENT BUILDING, POODLE APARTMENT - CONTINUING
We are at another door. This time a woman in her early sixties opens the door;
her arm is in a sling and she has a bruise on one cheek, plus a swollen lip.
LOIS flashes her badge yet again. The woman immediately stiffens. For a moment,
it seems like she might close the door, but then her shoulder sag and she opens
it, inviting LOIS and GARRET in. We can see a workman in the background, setting
a new window. LOIS begins to introduce herself and GARRET but is interrupted.
| MRS. POODLE |
| You’re here because of David, aren’t you? |
| MRS. POODLE |
| My son. David Antonelli. I suppose his gambling caught up with him. |
Another look passes between GARRET and LOIS.
| MRS. POODLE |
| Yes. His gamb- You’re not here because of… |
A look of horrified realization passes over her face.
| MRS. POODLE (cont’d) |
| No…nonononono. I thought… he’d gone home… after…
not up…. |
She takes a deep breath and struggles to regain her composure.
MRS. POODLE
(through silent tears) |
| You’d better come in. |
She stands aside and lets LOIS and GARRET pass. The camera pans the room and
we see a framed picture of the vic, in happier times, hanging on the wall.
30. INT. MORGUE, JORDAN’S OFFICE - EVENING
JORDAN and MEG CARLEY are seated in her office on the sofa. WOODY is perched
on the edge of the desk. MEG is red-nosed and tearful.
| MEG |
| I went by her apartment this morning after we got the news…I just
wanted to be there, with her things. Like she was still alive. But they
wouldn’t let me in. |
WOODY
(explaining gently) |
| CSU had to dust for fingerprints, gather any evidence that might be relevant
in your sister’s murder. |
MEG
(nodding in understanding) |
| It’s okay. I guess I knew that. They finally let me in this afternoon
to get a few things…something for her to wear. For…her funeral.
That’s when I noticed it. |
| MEG |
| She had pictures, family pictures, on the table. One was missing. A picture
of her with her boyfriend. It was her favorite, and I knew the only way
Lorna would have moved it was if they had fought, ended it. |
| WOODY |
| What was the boyfriend’s name? |
| MEG |
| I don’t know. He was…married. Lorna was in love…or thought
she was. She kept telling me that he was going to leave his wife. I told
her they never leave their wives. |
JORDAN
(gently) |
| Meg…did Lorna tell you she was pregnant? |
MEG looks at them with wide eyes.
| JORDAN |
| A few weeks. She probably just found out. |
MEG begins to cry.
| MEG |
| That’s why…oh, God, I should have known. I went to her apartment
the morning she was killed. She seemed so happy. Said her life was about
to change and everything was going to work out. I thought she meant the
new job, but now I know… |
| WOODY |
| Can you describe him at all? The boyfriend? |
| MEG |
| I never met him. She never even told me his name, always referred to him
as "Mister Green." From the photo, he looked tall, early thirties
maybe, dark hair, blue eyes. |
WOODY and JORDAN trade disappointed looks.
| WOODY |
| You just described me. |
| JORDAN |
| And a quarter of the male population of Boston. |
| WOODY |
| It’s not your fault. Can you of anything, anything, that
might help us find this guy? |
| MEG |
| I wish I could give you something else. God, I wish. She’d never
tell me much about him. She knew I didn’t approve. Here I thought
the worst he would do was break her heart. |
MEG begins to really cry now. JORDAN slips a comforting arm around her shoulder
while WOODY looks on.
31. INT. MORGUE, BREAKROOM - EVENING
We are in the break room at the morgue. GARRET is washing out a coffee mug.
He then picks up the coffee pot and realizes the coffee in it is at least a
day old. He starts a new pot. NIGEL, KATE and BUG walk in.
| BUG |
| Oh, come on, you have to admit that was a strange case. |
| NIGEL |
| No stranger, mate, than that one Jordan and I had- |
| KATE |
| You two’ve never seen anything. In New York- |
| GARRET |
| I can top all of you. |
The three of them are startled. They see GARRET leaning against the corner, watching
them, an enigmatic look on his face.
| NIGEL |
| I don’t know, Dr. M. |
GARRET
(chuckling) |
| Trust me. The jumper? Even you, Nigel, couldn’t have figured out
that one. |
GARRET nods.
| KATE |
| So? Did he kill himself or was he murdered. |
NIGEL
(under his breath) |
| Murder, murder. |
The others look at him.
NIGEL (cont’d)
(looking shamefaced –sort of) |
| What? I’ve got a fiver in the pool. |
NIGEL ignores their shocked faces.
NIGEL (cont’d)
(to GARRET) |
| Well? Don’t keep us in suspense, Dr. M. |
The coffee is ready. GARRET pours himself a cup and begins to tell them. We see
the events and hear GARRET as a voice over.
GARRET
(v/o) |
| Antonelli was in a lot of trouble- |
NIGEL
(hissing) |
| I knew it! |
| GARRET |
| He owed some dangerous people a lot of money. He knew his mother would
give him what he owed. (beat) Well, he thought she would. |
CUT TO:
32. INT. HIGHRISE APARTMENT BUILDING, POODLE APARTMENT
The break room scene dissolves into the interior of the POODLE apartment.
| ANTONELLI |
| Aw, Ma. Come on. If I don’t get this dough, there’s some guys
that are gonna come after me. |
MRS. POODLE has tears in her eyes, but her voice is resolute voice
| MRS. POODLE (cont’d) |
| David, I told you the last time… your stepfather and I wouldn’t
help you again. Not like this. |
ANTONELLI grumbles something we can’t really catch, but it probably isn’t
nice.
| MRS. POODLE (cont’d) |
| Don’t talk like that. |
| ANTONELLI |
| If Dad were still alive- |
MRS. POODLE
(sharply) |
| Well, he isn’t. (beat) And he’d say the same thing. |
She reaches out to touch his arm.
| MRS. POODLE |
| You have a problem. |
| ANTONELLI |
| Damn right, I do, Ma. He’s sittin’ in there on his fat ass
telling me I can’t have the money my own father earned. |
| MRS. POODLE |
| That’s enough, David! I already told you- |
ANTONELLI grabs her and shakes her. She shrieks. He shoves her, as his stepfather,
MR. POODLE, comes in. MRS. POODLE goes sprawling.
MR. POODLE
(roaring) |
| Get out! Now! (he points for emphasis) You good-for-nothing, lazy- |
| ANTONELLI |
| Look who’s talking! |
MR. POODLE
(helping his wife up) |
| You heard me. Get out before I do something I’ll regret. |
MR. POODLE advances toward ANTONELLI. MRS. POODLE tries to get between them. ANTONELLI
backhands her, bruising her cheek and splitting her lip. ANTONELLI looks in horror.
| ANTONELLI (cont’d) |
| Oh… God… Ma. I – I never meant… oh… God….. |
ANTONELLI turns and sprints toward the door. MRS. POODLE is crying softly while
wetting a rag to staunch her bleeding lip. MR. POODLE exits. We hear a drawer
open, hear it slam shut and MR. POODLE returns, holding a gun. MRS. POODLE grabs
MR. POODLE’S hand and shakes her head.
We dissolve back to the break room.
33. INT. MORGUE, BREAKROOM – CONTINUING
NIGEL
(triumphant) |
| Aha! His stepfather shot him and then dumped him… oh… no,
that wouldn’t fit with the bullet’s trajectory. |
GARRET smirks.
We lighten to white and then fade back to normal colors.
34.
EXT. HIGHRISE APARTMENT BUILDING, ROOFTOP - CONTINUING
As we fade back we see ANTONELLI from behind. He is standing on the ledge of
the roof of the apartment building.
ANTONELLI is muttering, but we can’t make out the words. The camera pans
around and we push in on him slowly until we are close in on his face. His mouth
is moving; he is still muttering.
| ANTONELLI |
HailMaryFullofgraceTheLordiswiththeeBlessedartthou
amongwomenandblessedisthefruitofthywombJesusHoly
MaryMotherofGodprayforussinnersnowandatthehourofourdeath
|
His words hang in the air as he jumps forward.
As he falls we descend back to the break room.
35. INT. MORGUE, BREAKROOM – CONTINUING
BUG
(snorts) |
| There goes your ‘fiver,’ Nigel. Suicide. |
KATE
(eyebrows raised) |
| And what? He’d been walking around with a bullet lodged in his heart? |
Another smirk from GARRET.
36. INT. HIGHRISE APARTMENT BUILDING, POODLE APARTMENT - CONTINUING
We pull back with dizzying speed and push back in quickly as well. We arrive
in the POODLE apartment. MR. and MRS. POODLE are arguing. MR. POODLE is still
holding the gun. He is waving it around and yelling.
| MR. POODLE |
| He’s out of his mind, Brenda! |
MRS. POODLE
(clutching the washcloth) |
| He didn’t mean it! He’d never hurt me- |
| MR. POODLE |
| He just did! It’s the final straw. Until he gets some help- |
| MRS. POODLE |
| Please, Christopher. Please. He said some – some men will hurt him. |
MR. POODLE
(calming a bit) |
| Then the boy’s going to have a ways to fall isn’t he? |
Something outside startles MRS. POODLE. She shrieks. MR. POODLE is startled. His
fingers clench reflexively around the gun’s trigger and it goes off. The
bullet goes through the window.
We follow the bullet’s path as it breaks through the glass and penetrates
ANTONELLI’S chest, lodging in his heart. Hard cut to black
37. INT. MORGUE, BREAKROOM – CONTINUING
We come back to the break room. NIGEL, KATE and BUG are all staring, mouths
open, at GARRET. GARRET lifts his coffee mug, almost in a toast, and shrugs.
NIGEL
(in awe) |
| So… it wasn’t a Chihuahua…. |
GARRET
(can’t resist) |
| Nope. A Poodle. |
| KATE |
| And you all say I’m insensitive. |
END OF ACT FOUR
ACT FIVE
38. INT. MORGUE, JORDAN’S OFFICE – NIGHT
WOODY and JORDAN are pacing her office. Brainstorming, playing “the game.”
| JORDAN |
| She must have told him about the baby. |
| WOODY |
| He wasn’t as thrilled as she hoped he’d be. |
| JORDAN |
| She ended things. Moved the picture, tore it up maybe. They fought. |
WOODY
(grimly) |
| And he shot her. |
He waits a beat.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| Two problems. She didn’t just throw the picture in the trashcan.
It was gone. We didn’t find it during the search. Where is it? |
| JORDAN |
| And she wasn’t shot in the apartment. She was shot outside. How
do they get from her apartment to the alley? |
There’s a silence while they think a moment.
| JORDAN |
| It was over. Completely finished. She takes the picture, says she doesn’t
even want it in the apartment, she’s throwing it in the dumpster in
the alley. |
| WOODY |
| He follows her down; they take the argument with them. He shoots her there.
(with hope) I can get a search on the dumpster. Maybe we’ll get some
prints from the picture. |
| JORDAN |
| No. It doesn’t work. She was shot at 9PM. But her shift at the precinct
ended at 5PM. She was still in her work clothes, hadn’t even made
it home yet. Where was she for four hours? |
| WOODY |
| It was her first day on the job. He takes her to dinner. To celebrate. |
| JORDAN |
| Yeah…stomach contents showed she’d eaten within two hours
of her death. They’re at dinner. She tells him the news. She’s
pregnant. |
| WOODY |
| It doesn’t go well. He’s not going to leave his wife. He drives
her home; they’re in the alley... |
| JORDAN |
| The argument starts up again. She threatens to tell his wife and… |
Things are starting to roll now. They’re putting it together, talking with
excitement.