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Episode #VS712
Crossing Jordan Virtual Season 7
“Boys Will Be Boys”
Written by
Madambeth and jmkw
Art by
Harbor Runner
“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
Woody Hoyt
Jordan Cavanaugh
Nigel Townsend
Garret Macy
Kate Switzer
Delinda Deline
DannyMcCoy
Roz Framus
Matt Seely
Mark McGrath
King Midas
Bartender
Dirty Bertie
Man
Woman
Santana
Kimberly Cooper
Treyson, young rapper
Brandon Malone
SET LIST
INTERIORS
JORDAN’S APARTMENT
KING MIDAS’S NIGHT CLUB
BAR
BALCONY
OFFICE
MEN’S RESTROOM
MORGUE
FREIGHT ELEVATOR
AUTOPSY ONE
TRACE
GARRET’S OFFICE
PRECINCT
HALLWAY
CONFERENCE ROOM
BULL PEN
INTERROGATION ROOM
WOODY’S OFFICE
DENTAL OFFICE
JOE O’MALIA’S DINER
APARTMENT
EXTERIORS
EXTERIORS
LAS VEGAS-THE STRIP
BOSTON-JORDAN’S APARTMENT BUILDING
KING MIDAS’S DANCE CLUB-RED CARPET
ROXBURY-HOUSING PROJECT
TEASER
1. EXT. LAS VEGAS STRIP - NIGHT
We open with stock Las Vegas footage showing its party atmosphere.
The sound of jet aircraft flying overhead follows and takes us in a quick cut
to:
2. EXT. JORDAN’S APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
There is contrasting dead silence and the dark exterior of Jordan’s apartment
building.
DELINDA
(voice over) |
| Midas doesn’t just throw a New Year’s party. He makes them
an event you can only see this side of his infamous after-Grammy parties.
|
3. INTERIOR JORDAN’S APARTMENT - CONTINUING
DELINDA DELINE and DANNY McCOY are sitting cozily, comfortably on JORDAN’S
sofa despite the fact they are dressed in costume Pimp and Ho. DELINDA looks
radiant with her pregnant belly and high-end lingerie set. DANNY looks comfortable
enough in his pimp outfit; were it not for the over-the-top details, he looks
like he could be in a Details fashion spread. They are looking straight out
into the room.
DANNY
(speaking out into the room) |
| If you don’t mind the paparazzi and screaming fans, it’s not
bad. When Delinda heard about the party at his new Boston club it was a
no brainer. |
WOODY
(off camera) |
| You just had to come. |
DELINDA
(snaps her fingers) |
| I just realized who he reminds me of. (to DANNY) Remember that guy in
Starsky and Hutch? |
Cut to WOODY who is sitting at the kitchen island trying to look like he’s
as equally as comfortable as DANNY while dressed in an over the top 1970’s
pimp costume that came straight out of a costume shop, but not quite pulling
it off.
WOODY
(shifts uncomfortably) |
| Great. I’m going to walk my first red carpet looking like Huggy
Bear. |
WOODY straightens the oversized collar of his shirt, still trying to like he’s
comfortable.
| WOODY(cont’d) |
| Ah, thanks for the costumes by the way. |
DELINDA stands up and walks over to WOODY to straighten his jacket lapels.
| DELINDA |
| It was nothing. This is street wear in Vegas. |
DELINDA links her arm with WOODY’S.
| DELINDA |
| You’ll have a good time. I promise. |
| WOODY |
| So how do you know King Midas? I mean he’s a music icon. |
DELINDA
(wave of the hand) |
| We used to live together. |
DELINDA nonchalantly fixes the drape of material over her belly.
| DELINDA |
| It was during my groupie phase. |
WOODY
(to DANNY) |
| And you’re okay with this? |
| DANNY |
| Why wouldn‘t I be? (glances back) What’s taking Jordan so
long? |
There is the sound of a whip being cracked coming from the bedroom followed by
JORDAN’S chuckle.
| WOODY |
| What the hell was that? |
The door to the alcove opens and JORDAN walks out. She is dressed in a black
latex dominatrix costume complete with cat of nine tails. She cracks the whip
again.
JORDAN looks up.
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| Sorry. I had some trouble with the corset. |
JORDAN adjusts the top in vain.
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| It still doesn’t feel right. |
DELINDA approaches.
| DELINDA |
| Here, let me check. (pause and then a nod) The laces are all twisted.
Stand still and I’ll get them straightened out. |
While DELINDA fixes JORDAN’S costume, DANNY and WOODY watch with barely
disguised interest.
WOODY frowns in DANNY‘S direction.
WOODY
(grabs his keys) |
| Parking’s probably going to be a bear, even with police issue tags.
We’d probably should get going. |
DELINDA
(over JORDAN’S shoulder) |
| Midas’s sending a limo. It should be waiting downstairs by now. |
| DANNY |
| It’s better than riding in the back of your police car. |
| WOODY |
| I cleaned it out and everything. |
DELINDA grabs DANNY by a gold chain around his neck and dances him to the door.
| DELINDA |
| I bet it doesn’t have a bottle of Cristal on ice. Let’s go. |
JORDAN slides next to WOODY.
| JORDAN |
| Relax. This is going to be fun. (whispers in his ear) And Delinda said
I could keep the chaps. |
WOODY
(looks at the whip in JORDAN’S hand) |
| Just watch where you point that thing. |
JORDAN flashes an enigmatic smile.
They all exit.
END OF TEASER
ACT 1
4 . INT. MORGUE FREIGHT ELEVATOR - NIGHT
ROZ FRAMUS and MATT SEELY enter via the elevator followed by NIGEL, who is
rolling a gurney with body bag on it.
MATT
(to ROZ) |
| You’re a hypocrite. |
ROZ
(to MATT) |
| I don’t have a problem with manufactured self-improvement. In fact,
I thank God for the discovery of Botox every time I look in the mirror. |
ROZ pulls a compact out of her bag and checks her face. NIGEL represses a chuckle
that ROZ notices, causing her to snap the compact shut. With a snap.
ROZ (cont’d)
(addressing them both) |
| There’s a line between a little enhancement and looking like a damn
freak show. |
| MATT |
| Says the woman dressed head to toe in pink suede. |
NIGEL shrugs like he doesn’t see anything wrong with her outfit.
| MATT(cont’d) |
| Which was probably originally modeled on the cat walk by a six foot four
model who weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet. |
MATT waves his hand up and down to point at ROZ’S outfit.
| MATT |
| You can’t discriminate against a woman’s choice just because
it doesn’t fit in your ideal of…attractiveness. |
| NIGEL |
| He’s right, you know. |
| ROZ |
| I don’t even know why I even bother. When it comes to boobs, that
Y-chromosome turns men into virtual babies at an all-you-can-eat. |
GARRET enters.
NIGEL
(to GARRET) |
| Gail Archie. She didn’t show up for work last night. A coworker
stopped by her apartment this morning and found her dead in her bed. |
| GARRET |
| Any signs of foul play? |
GARRET
(to ROZ) |
| You disagree? |
ROZ opened the body bag and we see a female with cartoonish overly large breasts.
Each are the size of a basketball.
| ROZ |
| I’d say there’s definitely something out of proportion here. |
5. EXT. KING MIDAS’ CLUB, THE RED CARPET – A COUPLE HOURS BEFORE MIDNIGHT
The Extra! television show news feed comes on, along with the Extra!
Extra! jingle. The Extra! logo is at the lower left corner of the screen.
Cars are pulling up, costumed people are mugging for the cameras and onlookers.
MARK McGRATH
(voice over) |
| Chowder never looked so hot. Beantown got a taste of Sin City when
hip-hop mogul, King Midas, was in town to ring in the New Year at his newest
nightclub with one of his trademark Pimp and Ho throw downs. |
KING MIDAS exits a limo in full pimp wear, flanked by an armful of gorgeous
women.
MARK McGRATH (cont’d)
(voice over) |
| King Midas, known for his flashy style and outspoken personality,
has been taking a break from producing multi-platinum CDs to turn his golden
touch on a chain of nightclubs to showcase upcoming talent. The newest jewel
in his crown is here in Boston. The place to be tonight is not freezing
your butt off in Times Square but showing it off here at King Midas’s
New Year’s Eve bash… |
There is a close up shot of DANNY and DELINDA posing for the paparazzi.
6. INT. NIGHTCLUB – STILL BEFORE MIDNIGHT
Music is loud, lights are flashing. People are crowded toward the dance floor
dancing, drinking or just watching. DANNY and DELINDA are on the dance floor,
dancing slowly and close even though the music is fast.
JORDAN and WOODY are at the bar. JORDAN is standing, enjoying the music and
sights.
MIDAS is standing at a balcony looking down on the crowd. He looks down at
JORDAN and lifts his pimp cup to her. JORDAN raises her own martini glass. Another
person walks up to MIDAS and the eye contact is broken.
| WOODY |
| He’s not like I thought he’d be. |
| WOODY |
| He spent ten minutes telling us about his new bass boat. |
| JORDAN |
| So, he likes to fish. He says it keeps him grounded. |
| WOODY |
| It’s just… so ordinary. |
| JORDAN |
| Celebrities can be real people too. |
The BARTENDER approaches.
BARTENDER
(matter-of-factly) |
| The guy at the end of the bar wants to buy you a drink… if you’ll
agree to use your whip on him. |
They all look down to the end of the bar. DIRTY BERTIE (from Crime and Punishment)
is sitting there. He gives JORDAN a shy smile and raised hand wave. JORDAN returns
it with a five fingered one of her own.
| JORDAN |
| Talk about an oxymoron. |
| WOODY |
| Is that who I think it is? How the hell did he get in here? |
| JORDAN |
| I can only assume… persistence. |
JORDAN looks at her half-empty martini glass.
| JORDAN |
| You know, I could use… |
WOODY
(interrupts) |
| She’s fine. |
BARTENDER shrugs and walks away.
| JORDAN |
| Don’t tell me you’re jealous of little Dirty Bertie? |
WOODY
(laughs) |
| Of Bert, no. He’s probably been buying women drinks all-night looking
for someone to play with. (sips his drink) At ten bucks a pop, I’m
just thinking of his bank account. |
JORDAN
(grins) |
| His bank account. Right. |
| WOODY |
| Okay, I kind of feel for the guy. He’s so… |
| JORDAN |
| Pathetically endearing? |
WOODY nods in agreement. The MUSIC ends. DELINDA and DANNY start walking over.
DELINDA
(looks around the room) |
| I need to find the ladies room. |
| JORDAN |
| I think it’s upstairs. I’ll go with you. |
JORDAN points to the end of the bar.
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| This way. |
DELINDA nods. JORDAN leads the way. She stops beside DIRTY BERTIE and snaps him
with her whip. JORDAN then leaves over him and whispers something in his ear.
JORDAN and DELINDA walks away. DIRTY BERTIE downs his drink with a quiver.
DANNY
(surprised laughter) |
| What was that? |
WOODY
(proud smile) |
| That’s my girl… She always did have a soft spot. |
| DANNY |
| Soft spot? She just smacked the crap out that guy and looked like she
enjoyed doing it. |
| WOODY |
| Of course she liked it… and she probably just made ‘ol Bert’s
year. |
7. INT. CLUB BALCONY
At the balcony, MIDAS is no longer there. JORDAN and DELINDA walk along the
rail. DELINDA blows the boys a kiss and JORDAN waves
We do a hard cut to JORDAN’S and DELINDA’S point of view, looking
down at the boys from the balcony.
| DELINDA |
| Do you know the guy you just assaulted or are you just getting into character? |
They leave the rail looking for the restrooms.
| JORDAN |
| I met him once. (smiles) A few years ago he asked if he could spank me.
I was just returning the favor. |
| JORDAN |
| He never got the chance. I was casting my line for something a little
more dangerous at the time and had to throw him back. |
DELINDA
(all ears) |
| Interesting… Please tell me that bigger fish was hot… like
your detective, hot. |
JORDAN
(wicked grin) |
| Oh, Woody was there… to watch. |
They turn down a short hallway with two restroom doors on each side and an office
door at the end. There is an amorous couple in the hallway obviously looking for
a place to be alone. They are knocking on the office door. JORDAN and DELINDA
exit into the ladies’ room without a second glance.
8. INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUING
WOMAN
(whispering) |
| Do you think it’s empty? |
MAN
(kissing the back of the WOMAN’S neck) |
| There’s only one way to find out. |
The MAN turns the door knob and smiles when he discovers it’s unlocked.
He opens the door and pulls the WOMAN in.
9 . INT. MIDAS’ OFFICE – CONTINUING
The WOMAN trips. She looks down and screams. The MAN flips on the light. MIDAS
is on the floor. There is a gash on his head and his bloody pimp cup is laying
next to him.
JORDAN and DELINDA rush in.
JORDAN
(to DELINDA) |
| Call 911! |
JORDAN checks for a pulse.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
10. INT. HALLWAY 19th PRECINCT – MORNING
The camera stops at a conference room door and enters.
11. INT. PRECINCT CONFERENCE ROOM - MORNING
JORDAN is seated at a corner of the table. DELINDA is near her at one end of
the long table while DANNY sits beside DELINDA with a hand over her own. He
may be with her now, but she was once romantically linked to MIDAS and he recognizes
this. WOODY leans with both hands on the table between them, looking over the
case file.
WOODY glances between JORDAN and the file.
| WOODY |
| So what you’re saying is, the pimp cup isn’t what killed him?
|
JORDAN shakes her head and lays out the autopsy report.
| JORDAN |
| No, not by a long shot… the gash in his head might have needed a
few stitches but I’m thinking the blow to the head was meant to incapacitate
him. What killed him was this… |
She points to a word in the report; DANNY, WOODY, and DELINDA all look surprised.
JORDAN
(nods) |
| It’s a smooth, lustrous velvety fabric… and he was smothered
with it. |
Confused stares from the other three.
| JORDAN(cont’d) |
| I found traces in his mouth, eyelashes, but most importantly in that wound
on his head which tells us- |
| DANNY |
| -That whatever it was that smothered him was pressed to his face
after he was clocked. |
JORDAN
(nodding) |
| Exactly. |
She and DANNY share a smile which WOODY doesn’t appreciate.
WOODY
(rolling his eyes, sighs) |
| That’s all well and good, Jordan, but it wasn’t at the scene.
Whoever smothered him with this..Duv..e…whatever, took it with them
after they killed King Midas. |
DANNY
(matter-of-factly) |
| Right, so if we find the fabric, we find the killer. |
WOODY
(irritated) |
| Hot damn! Look at the man from Vegas with all the answers here will ya? |
WOODY smirks as he moves to stand right over DANNY, looking down at him.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| So, I have to ask, Danny, do your murder suspects there in Vegas often
just… show up, murder weapon in hand and give you their signed confession?
|
DANNY
(calmly) |
| Just trying to be helpful… butterbean. |
DANNY smirks back up at WOODY.
JORDAN puts her hands up between the boys to separate them.
| JORDAN |
| Okay, easy boys, wouldn’t want anyone to die of sarcasm overdose
here. Delinda, you used to date this guy. Can you think of anyone who would
want him dead? |
All eyes are on DELINDA who folds her arms over her chest and shifts uncomfortably.
| DELINDA |
| You mean besides any number of business rivals? (sighs and shrugs)
There’s a few Vegas underworld slime balls that would like a piece
of him, I’m sure. |
WOODY sighs and rubs the back of his head as he closes the file in front of him
and reaches for another.
| WOODY |
| Well, I’ve got the guest list from last night… we’ll
start there. |
WOODY waves the list and starts for the door.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| But who knows with these things? People not on the list always seem to
make it in. |
DANNY
(rising) |
| See? Now we’re thinking on the same wavelength. I was just
going to ask where the guest list was. We should start with people who knew
Midas personally first and- |
WOODY cuts him off, stopping in the doorway abruptly and turning with a hand on
DANNY’S chest.
He smiles with all of the phony politeness he can muster.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| What exactly makes you think you should be involved with this case? |
DANNY rolls his eyes.
| WOODY (cont’) |
| This isn’t Vegas, McCoy. You’re just a tourist here. |
WOODY slaps DANNY hard on the shoulder.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| Why don’t you just hang here with the girls? Leave the real police
work to me. |
JORDAN raises a hand and offers him a similarly fake smile.
| JORDAN |
| ‘Scuse me… Detective? (beat) ‘Why don’t
you just hang here with the girls?’ |
DELINDA raises an eyebrow and sits back in her chair with a challenging grin.
WOODY looks clueless and DANNY shakes his head.
| DANNY |
| Oooo hooo hooo. You’re sleepin’ a-lone tonight, my friend.
|
WOODY throws him a less than savory look and looks back to the girls, trying to
figure out what he said.
| JORDAN |
| And what makes you think the ‘girls’ can’t solve this
case just as fast as the boys? |
WOODY opens and closes his mouth several times, looks to DANNY who raises a hand
as if to say ‘you’re on your own, dude’ and then throws JORDAN
a thousand watt smile.
| WOODY |
| I… I didn’t say that. Did I say that? |
DANNY again refuses to be made a part of it.
DELINDA stands up and joins Jordan so that the girls are nearly standing nose
to nose with their male counterparts.
| DELINDA |
| Maybe a friendly wager is in order. |
JORDAN raises a hand and taps WOODY’S cheek once, hard.
JORDAN
(smirks) |
| Oh, I think that would be an excellent idea. |
DANNY looks like he is wondering how he got into this.
| DANNY |
| Take it easy, girls. Now about this wager… |
He trails looks at WOODY out of the corner of his eye.
| DANNY (cont’d) |
| … what do we get if we win? |
JORDAN and DELINDA look at each other and shrug.
JORDAN waves her hand matter-of-factly. She doesn’t expect to lose anyway.
| JORDAN |
| Use your imagination. |
WOODY nods. This will be a piece of cake.
JORDAN and DELINDA share a look.
| DELINDA |
| We’ll let you know |
The note of finality in her words makes the boys squirm a little.
Camera cuts to four hands reaching out to shake on it. It’s a deal.
12. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE - AFTERNOON
The camera pans over Garret’s desk where we see Garret on the phone.
He turns in his chair and looks out the window.
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| Seely, listen. |
He turns back to the desk and leans back, pinching the bridge of his nose a moment.
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| This is a morgue, not the side show at Barnum and Bailey’s. |
GARRET hangs up the phone, resumes pinching his nose and closes his eyes. We see
JORDAN leaning in the doorway.
JORDAN
(smirks) |
| Seely trying to get his buddies tickets to see the lady with the giant
ta ta’s? |
| GARRET |
| Instead of trying to solve this woman’s case, everyone is running
around like a bunch of horny teens at a peep show. |
JORDAN
(grinning) |
| Having fond memories of your misspent youth, Gar? |
GARRET
(deep suffering sigh) |
| Not you, too. What happened to respect for the dead… all that stuff. |
JORDAN points a thumb towards the crypt.
| JORDAN |
| Are you kidding me man? In case of a water landing just one
of those puppies could be used as a flotation device. What I can’t
believe is that you aren’t more opinionated about this case. |
JORDAN sits down on the edge of his desk and folds her arms.
GARRET
(patented tight smiles) |
| It’s my job to be neutral. |
JORDAN raises one eyebrow but says nothing.
GARRET
(finally cracks) |
| You forget I once lived in the same house with a wife and a daughter?
I know which topics are safe and which are not. And in my… experience,
breasts, unless on a chicken, are off limits. |
JORDAN pats him on the shoulder.
| JORDAN |
| And that’s why you’re the head honcho around here. |
She sees NIGEL passing by the door and hops to her feet.
JORDAN shouts over her shoulder as she takes off in pursuit of NIGEL.
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| Hey, keep me updated on the Hooters employee of the year. |
13. INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUING
| NIGEL |
| Jordan, I don’t have time to play ‘judge the jugs’ right
now. The DA’s been bugging the life out of me for a DNA result since
last week and I… |
NIGEL begins to pick up his pace. JORDAN links her arm around his to stop him.
JORDAN
(singsong) |
| Guess who’s back in town? |
NIGEL starts to replay the part about the DA breathing down his neck. JORDAN puts
a hand over his mouth and nods.
NIGEL pushes JORDAN’S hand away.
| NIGEL |
| Delinda? Delinda is here? Right now? |
| JORDAN |
| Well, she was at the police station last I saw her but I did tell her
that you’d just love it if she stopped by for a visit. How much do
you love me? |
NIGEL shakes his head and looks off nostalgically.
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
14. INT. POLICE BULL PEN – EARLY AFTERNOON
DANNY stands next to the coffee pot. There is a plate of leftover Christmas
cookies at his elbow. The cookies are picked over, leaving only crumbs and broken
pieces. DANNY looks worn out. He pours himself a cup of coffee. Instead of drinking
it, he looks at it like it’s toxic waste.
WOODY enters.
| WOODY |
| I have my guys going through the witness list. |
WOODY grabs his own coffee cup and fills it. DANNY watches in amazement as WOODY
adds his creamer and sugar.
| WOODY |
| To explain it in security guard terms, I have a group of officers interviewing
everybody that was at the club last night. |
| DANNY |
| Gee, as a hotel president, I thought that was the detective’s
job. |
| WOODY |
| There were 400 people there last night. We need an edge. Jordan doesn’t
like to lose. Neither do I. |
| DANNY |
| Wouldn’t that be cheating? |
| WOODY |
| There is no cheating in good, effective police legwork. So far, they’ve
narrowed down the list to a few that had both motive and a shaky alibi. |
| DANNY |
| Knowing King Midas, that would leave half the people in the room. |
| WOODY |
| I said effective police legwork. |
WOODY hands DANNY a sheet of paper.
| DANNY |
| There are only, what? six names on this list… including mine? |
WOODY
(frowns) |
| Oversight. |
He takes paper out of DANNY’S hand, scribbles out DANNY’S name and
puts in DELINDA’S
| DANNY |
| You’ve got to be kidding. |
| WOODY |
| The ex who discovers the body… |
| DANNY |
| She was only out sight for five minutes and Jordan was with her the entire
time! |
| WOODY |
| You have to admit hormones do strange things to women… especially
pregnant women. |
DANNY grabs the pen out of WOODY’S hand and scribbles out DELINDA’S
name.
| DANNY |
| I’m beginning to think you got your badge from a cereal box. |
WOODY
(sips his coffee) |
| Fine. She was low on my suspect list anyway. |
| DANNY |
| That’s comforting. (pause) How can you drink that stuff? My stomach
hurts just thinking about it. |
WOODY
(smirks) |
| The iron stomach came in the same box as the badge. |
SANTANA enters carrying a fax.
| SANTANA |
| I just got off the phone with Midas’ lawyer. |
DANNY looks at SANTANA likes he’s seen a ghost. SANTANA gives him a weird
look and addresses WOODY.
| SANTANA (cont’d) |
| We can rule out money as a motive. |
| WOODY |
| The King’s touch wasn’t so golden? |
| SANTANA |
| On the contrary, Midas Records is one of the few labels that is still
making a fortune and so far all of his clubs are cash cows. (beat) His total
worth put your dead music man in the same stratosphere as Oprah. |
| WOODY |
| Sounds like motive enough for me. |
| SANTANA |
| If you’re Al Gore maybe. |
| SANTANA |
| For a guy in the prime of life he was into making sure his will was up
to date. The last one was filed less than a month ago. |
She hands WOODY the fax.
| SANTANA (cont’d) |
| Everything… right down to his Rolex has been willed to the Fish
and Wildlife Preservation Society and a few other green activists. |
WOODY
(To DANNY) |
| D’you know about this? |
| DANNY |
| No… but the man liked his catfish. |
WOODY looks confused. DANNY stares at SANTANA again.
| SANTANA |
| According to the lawyer, the folks at Fish and Wildlife had no idea they
were in line for a windfall. Something about the Midas image and all that.
(irritated to DANNY) Do I know you? |
DANNY
(Embarrassed) |
| No. No, you just remind me of …someone I work with. That’s
all. |
SANTANA
(looking down her nose at DANNY) |
| Yeah, well, I catch you checking to see if my butt looks like “someone
you work with” I’m going to arrest you for harassment. |
DANNY clears his throat and grins.
SANTANA (cont’d)
(to WOODY) |
| Okay. I made your phone calls, Hoyt. You’re covering for me for
this Saturday night, right? |
SANTANA leaves.
| DANNY |
| You bribed her to do your leg work? |
| WOODY |
| To win a bet with Jordan where the prize is my choice… I’ll
do just about anything. |
15. INT. TRACE - EARLY AFTERNOON
NIGEL and DELINDA are sitting at a computer. NIGEL is working enthusiastically
and DELINDA is beaming. They’re talking with lots of animation.
JORDAN is running tests a few feet away. Enter GARRET. He looks at DELINDA
like he’s not surprised to her in his lab.
| GARRET |
| Pretty soon we’re going to have to issue her an employee badge. |
| JORDAN |
| I wouldn’t say that too loud. I think Nigel has already decided
on trying to keep Delinda here and raising Danny’s baby as his own.
|
| GARRET |
| Anything new on the case? |
JORDAN nods to DELINDA, who has taken NIGEL’S hand and placed it on her
belly to feel the baby kick.
| JORDAN |
| They’ve been going over the surveillance tapes from the club to
see if anything sticks out. |
GARRET
(grins) |
| It looks like either an elbow or foot from what I can tell from here.
Don’t work her too hard, Jor. She’s sleuthing for two. |
JORDAN looks at DELINDA with a faraway look on her face.
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| Did I say something…? |
JORDAN
(self-conscious grin) |
| No. It’s just I always thought Danny and Delinda would be the last
two people on the planet to start a family. (pause) Outside of ... |
| GARRET |
| I’m sure when the time is right you’ll have one of your own. |
JORDAN
(snorts) |
| What’s this change of heart? It wasn’t that long ago you questioned
my lack of parenting skills. |
| GARRET |
| I just questioned your motives taking in Kayla after her father’s
murder. This is different. (stops and grins) You can’t tell me the
subject has never come up. |
| JORDAN |
| Not if I can help it. Up to this point, I’ve been able to avoid
that particular conversation. |
| GARRET |
| I’m sure you’ve thought about it. |
| JORDAN |
| Kids? Yeah, every time another birthday passes. |
| GARRET |
| It’s not too late. You’re still young enough to have an entire
infield if you want it. |
JORDAN
(snorts) |
| An infield! No, thanks. |
JORDAN looks at DELINDA again with a mixture of jealousy and embarrassment.
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| I’ll leave the stretch marks to Delinda. |
| GARRET |
| You really shouldn’t shut the door on the idea. |
| JORDAN |
| The talk would never be something simple as “the clock’s ticking,
babe.” |
JORDAN holds up her left hand.
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| There’d be too many strings attached. |
JORDAN drops her hand and tries to look like she trying to concentrate on her
work
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| He’s the kind of guy who’d want the ring first. |
| JORDAN |
| A kid might not turn out too bad with him as a father… but can you
really see me as a dutiful little wife? I wouldn’t wish that on my
worst enemy. |
JORDAN is interrupted by NIGEL.
NIGEL
(grinning) |
| Jordan, I think we may have found something. |
JORDAN and GARRET go over to the NIGEL and DELINDA. NIGEL types on the keyboard
and points to the big monitor on the wall.
| DELINDA |
| Nigel suggested we go over the security footage to double check the invitation
list. |
The monitor shows a fast forwarded parade of people being checked though a security
check point just off the red carpet and entrance. They see WOODY, JORDAN, DANNY,
and DELINDA on film.
| NIGEL |
| I must say you looked smashing, my dear. |
DELINDA rocks back and forth on her seat with a smug smile. JORDAN rolls her eyes.
| JORDAN |
| You said you found something. |
She clicks a few buttons, stopping the film.
On the screen is a scantily dressed young woman. She looks like she’s talking
to someone just off the screen. JORDAN steps forward to look at the screen more
closely.
| JORDAN |
| Am I supposed to recognize her? |
| DELINDA |
| Kimberly Cooper. She’s a Patriot’s cheerleader. One of five
that were on the list last night. |
She frowns and looks at a paper on a clipboard.
| DELINDA (cont’d) |
| All five are on Woody’s list of people to talk to. |
JORDAN
(rolls her lips) |
| Figures. Who is she talking to? |
NIGEL clicks a computer button.
| NIGEL |
| That, my love, is the sixty-four thousand dollar question… |
The security film advances and we see a dark cloaked male come into screen. The
woman is talking to him and they both turn to walk inside. There is brief moment
when the man looks at the camera. NIGEL freezes the frame.
DELINDA
(jumps) |
| I know that costume! |
DELINDA waddles over to another computer. She pulls up a costume website and pulls
up the costume the man is wearing. They all read the page. DELINDA is bouncy.
| JORDAN |
| What is it made of? |
NIGEL
(smiles) |
| 100% Duvetyn |
16. INT. DENTAL OFFICE - MID AFTERNOON
The sounds of drills, suction equipment, and occasional moan drown out JORDAN
and DELINDA talking to the receptionist. She points them back to the last chair.
The cheerleader from the party is there, dressed in multicolored scrubs. She’s
cleaning a patient’s teeth.
JORDAN flashes her i.d quickly, so she looks official but the hygienist doesn’t
get a close look.
KIMBERLY
(looks up) |
| I already talked to a detective this morning. (to PATIENT) Rinse please. |
JORDAN
(smiles) |
| Just a couple follow-up questions. |
| KIMBERLY |
| Make it quick. (going back to work on PATIENT) I’m already behind
schedule. |
| JORDAN |
| Did you go to the party alone last night? |
| KIMBERLY |
| No… I was there with a few of the other girls. As franchise employees,
we have to do so many of these public appearances. (to PATIENT) Open wider
please. (to JORDAN) My boss is great about my second job… but these
things were all starting to interfere with my day job. |
From another chair, the dentist, a middle aged man, looks up and frowns under
his medical mask. KIMBERLY scrambles to complete her cleaning.
DELINDA pulls out a still of the girl and the mystery guy.
| DELINDA |
| Could you tell us who this is? |
KIMBERLY
(glances at the photo) |
| Him? What was his name? I think it started with a B or a G. I can’t
remember. |
| JORDAN |
| You looked awfully chummy for not knowing him. |
JORDAN points to the picture. Kimberly has her arm around the guy’s shoulders.
KIMBERLY
(rolls her eyes) |
| He was one of those contest winner jerks. On a whole these guys are nice… |
| JORDAN |
| But this one wasn’t? |
| KIMBERLY |
| Maybe. He was just weird… you know… Not perverted or anything,
it’s just… these appearances are glorified photo-ps (beat) and
what guy doesn’t want his picture taken with a few cheerleaders to
brag to his friends about. (pause) Once we got inside the club, this guy
took off. Our PR person never did track him down… try talking to her. |
17. INT. PRECINCT HALLWAY - MID AFTERNOON
WOODY, DANNY and ROZ FRAMUS are walking down a crowded hallway.
ROZ
(sarcastic) |
| Am I sure? The guy confessed. He said he tried to give Midas a demo tape.
Midas told him to send it to his corporate office. They argued and then
he killed him. |
| ROZ |
| I just handed you your murderer and this is the thanks I get? |
| ROZ |
| I just brought him in, Crockett. You and Tubbs can take it from here.
Break time is over I need to go make sure Seely isn’t cruising porno
sites instead of researching polypropylene implants. |
DANNY laughs out loud and pantomimes a huge chest. ROZ is not amused.
ROZ
(hisses) |
| You men are all alike. |
| WOODY |
| Anything new on the case? |
| ROZ |
| Nothing. Her apartment is clean. Her online peepshow has a list of perverts
a mile long registered as members, but I say she just accidentally smothered
herself to death. |
| ROZ |
| Her web name was Maxi Melons. |
ROZ gives him the evil eye. WOODY goes silent.
| DANNY |
| Death by boobs? Sounds like something that would only happen in Vegas. |
| ROZ |
| We’ll see. Garret has the autopsy scheduled for later this afternoon. |
ROZ continues down the hallway. WOODY opens the door to the Interrogation Room.
They step inside.
18. INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - CONTINUING
Angry looking TREYSON is sitting in a chair.
TREYSON
(without looking up) |
| I killed the S.O.B. |
WOODY smiles at DANNY. They give each other a mental high five.
19. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE – EARLY EVENING
JORDAN and DELINDA let themselves in. JORDAN smiles at finding the office empty.
| JORDAN |
| Well, they’re not here. |
| DELINDA |
| We need to tell them what we found. That was the deal… we look
into it and tell Woody so he can do the… (waves her hand) police
thing. |
| JORDAN |
| Yeah, yeah…I know the rules… Cop, coroner, cop coroner,
I swear I can hear it in my sleep. |
Unable to help herself, JORDAN begins to nose around on WOODY’S desk top.
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| But it wouldn’t hurt to see what they’ve got so far… |
WOODY pushes open the door. JORDAN steps away from the desk.
| WOODY |
| You won’t find anything there. It’s over anyway. We got him. |
| JORDAN |
| Brandon Malone. Our mystery red carpet guy. |
DANNY
(snaps his fingers) |
| Malone? Malone, Malone. Wasn’t he the kid from the bathroom? |
| WOODY |
| He was cleared last night. He won some contest. He’s just a kid
that found himself in front of an open bar. He was in the bathroom throwing
up during the murder. |
| WOODY |
| We got the guy who did it down the hall. He confessed to hitting Midas
with the cup… |
| DANNY |
| Midas wouldn’t listen to his music and he didn’t want to take
no for an answer. |
| JORDAN |
| What evidence do you have? |
| WOODY |
| We have a confession. That’s good enough. |
| JORDAN |
| Get me the murder weapon and I’ll buy it. |
| WOODY |
| Give it up, Jordan. Why would a drunk kid, like Malone, kill the guy hosting
the party of a lifetime? |
| JORDAN |
| Maybe he blamed Midas for getting him sick… I don’t know.
I just know that Malone was covered from head to toe in Duvetyn last night. |
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
20. EXT. NIGHT CLUB—NIGHT
Police tape has taken the place of the velvet ropes leading to the door. There
is a RESTRICTED POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS sign on the door but that’s never
stopped JORDAN before.
We see a hand come up as she pushes the door open and DELINDA waddles in behind
her.
DELINDA looks nervously behind her as she shuts the heavy door.
| DELINDA |
| Should we really be in here without Woody? |
JORDAN flicks on her flashlight.
| JORDAN |
| We - uh… we have an agreement of sorts… |
She looks back at DELINDA who doesn’t look so convinced; JORDAN shrugs.
She pauses to shine the light around the empty club.
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| But in my defense, I’m rarely capable of following rules. |
DELINDA follows JORDAN across the main dance floor and continues to look around
as if she expects to be caught at any moment.
| DELINDA |
| I, on the other hand, happen to find the rules comforting. |
She pauses as JORDAN waves a hand for her to follow back to the bathroom area.
| DELINDA (cont’d) |
| They’re usually put in place to keep us safe. |
She jumps and screams when she catches her own reflection in the mirror behind
the bar across the room.
JORDAN grabs her own chest and turns to look at DELINDA with a ‘chill
out’ raise of her eyebrows.
DELINDA (cont’d)
(shakily) |
| Like now. This place is not safe… I mean what if the killer
comes back here to try and destroy evidence or… or something. |
| JORDAN |
| We’re going to be in and out… five minutes tops. There’s
nothing to worry about… (under her breath ) I hope… |
JORDAN looks around and smiles as DELINDA starts looking over her shoulder double
time as they approach the men’s room door.
She makes a face as JORDAN pushes the men’s room door open and they both
enter.
DELINDA looks around like she’s afraid to touch anything.
| DELINDA (cont’d) |
| The men’s room? |
JORDAN looks excited as she waves a hand around the dirty room.
| JORDAN |
| The men’s bathroom is a forensics wet dream… no pun intended. |
JORDAN snaps on some gloves and pulls a collection kit out of the bag she’s
carrying across her chest.
JORDAN puts on goggles and holds up a blue light with a smile.
JORDAN
(brightly) |
| Bad aim, they don’t wash their hands… guys leave more evidence
of destruction in their wake in here than Godzilla did through Tokyo. |
| DELINDA |
| I don’t think I want to see this. (Her color is draining a little
and she touches her mouth with her fingertips as if she’s resisting
throwing up.) |
JORDAN hands DELINDA goggles and a little jar of Vicks to sniff to ease her nausea.
| JORDAN |
| Better put these on. This place is gonna light up like the Christmas Tree
at Rockefeller Center. |
JORDAN grins and flicks on the light.
DELINDA puts on the goggles and glances around as she holds the jar of Vicks
to her nose.
| DELINDA |
| Oh, that is just disgusting… |
She squints her eyes and then peeks one open.
| DELINDA (cont’d) |
| Oh God, is that puke? (points near a stall) If that’s puke, I’m
gonna puke… I can’t see puke right now! |
She panics as she starts for the door.
JORDAN smiles as she moves to the stall.
| JORDAN |
| Well then, you better get moving… because according to the witness
reports, this is DNA that may put ... someone in this bathroom … right
before … or after the murder. |
She holds up a collection tube triumphantly. DELINDA bolts out of the room, making
gagging noises.
21. INT. 19th PRECINCT INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT
WOODY walks around a table where the young man who has confessed to MIDAS’
murder is sitting rigidly, trying to look tough. DANNY leans against one edge
of the table, arms crossed and rubbing the bridge of his nose with his pointer
finger and thumb. They all look like they’ve been there a while.
| WOODY (sighs, irritated) |
| Now, let me get this straight, Treyson… |
WOODY stops to pick up a file with the young man’s signed confession.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| You killed Midas by hitting him on the head with his pimp cup. |
He pauses and looks the gangly kid over.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| But I’ve gotta say, you must be packin’ some SERIOUS power
in those string beans you’ve got hanging from your shoulders to have
been able to kill him with one clock on the head…. |
WOODY reaches out to pinch the kid’s arm lightly through the sleeve of his
hoodie. TREYSON pulls it back angrily.
TREYSON puts on his best gangsta voice.
| TREYSON |
| I did kill him, a’ight! I said I done it and I did it,
fool! |
DANNY stands from his perch against the table.
DANNY puts his hands up defensively and looks at WOODY. They share a chuckle at
the kid’s expense, trying to get him angry enough to tell the truth.
| DANNY (cont’d) |
| We’re just trying to get the story straight here… |
DANNY pauses, then quickly delves right back into the events at the club per the
kid’s confession… plus a little extra information to try to trip him
up.
| DANNY (cont’d) |
| So you hit him with the cup, grabbed your pretty black Duvetyn scarf,
smothered him and then left… |
DANNY shrugs in a ‘no problem’ way and looks to WOODY who is fighting
a smile. TREYSON is suddenly uncomfortable because he’s shown surprise at
the ‘new’ information.
| TREYSON |
| That… that’s right man, I… I str… I hit him, smothered
him and then… I… I… |
His tough guy façade begins to fade.
WOODY sighs and sits down beside TREYSON at the table, now sympathetic.
WOODY
(softly) |
| You didn’t kill anyone, Treyson. Why would you want people to think
you did it? |
Looking between DANNY and WOODY, TREYSON shifts uncomfortably in his seat for
a few moments before he answers.
TREYSON
(quietly) |
| Snoop, Diddy, 2Pac, DMX… all the top dawgs, they all had their mug
shots out there… I seen ‘em online… |
WOODY looks unbelievingly at DANNY then back to TREYSON as he leans in closer
to the young man.
| WOODY |
| Are you telling me you did this to further your career in the music industry? |
We can already see the disappointment in WOODY’S eyes as he realizes he
doesn’t have his man.
TREYSON shifts again and finally shrugs.
DANNY shakes his head.
DANNY
(to WOODY) |
| The future leaders of our country, man. And you try to tell me Las Vegas
is full of dumbasses… |
He scratches the back of his head and crosses to the window, disgusted.
| TREYSON |
| I ain’t a dumbass, yo! |
TREYSON stands and thumps his fists on the table. WOODY groans and puts his hands
on the kid’s shoulders and pushes him back into his chair.
| WOODY |
| Okay, okay, T-Bone… |
WOODY moves to the door with DANNY right behind him.
TREYSON
(nervously) |
| Wait…s - so what’re you gonna do with me? |
DANNY smiles at WOODY who smirks back and nods.
| DANNY |
| Oh, we’re not going to do anything, Treyson... |
WOODY
(nodding) |
| We’re going to leave your fate up to your mother… (looks at
his watch) …who should be here in about 15 minutes. |
TREYSON
(looks sick) |
| Ya’ll called Moms? |
He visibly gulps and looks panicked.
| TREYSON (cont’d) |
| Aw snap, she’s gonna kill me! |
WOODY and DANNY leave, shutting the door behind them.
DANNY
(smiles) |
| Somehow I think he’s going to wish he DID kill Midas by the time
his ‘Moms’ gets done with him. |
WOODY sighs as they start down the hallway.
| WOODY |
| In the meantime, we still need to find the real murderer… |
They push through the swinging frosted doors at the end of the hall.
22. INT. TRACE EVIDENCE - MORNING
The camera focuses on NIGEL’S face. He is smiling dreamily
The camera pulls back from NIGEL to reveal JORDAN and DELINDA standing in the
room in front of him. Both are talking but NIGEL only hears Stevie singing as
he watches DELINDA’S lips move.
The Music stops suddenly and NIGEL shakes his head when JORDAN repeats his
name three times before finally clapping her hands in front of his face.
NIGEL
(irately to JORDAN) |
| What?... What?... Bloody Hell, what? |
JORDAN rolls her eyes and points at the computer.
| JORDAN |
| The puke we brought in? You were running tests on it all morning... |
NIGEL’S face clearly says ‘so what?
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| We aren’t just here for you to… |
She looks at the back of DELINDA’S head and raises her eyebrows
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| This is Trace evidence. |
NIGEL frowns and turns to the computer where he begins typing.
| NIGEL |
| Right, well… it’s still processing. I ran some tests earlier
to tell me what was in it… |
He smiles at JORDAN, then more widely at DELINDA.
| NIGEL (cont’d) |
| …and from what I gather that must have been SOME party, vodka, rum,
triple sec. |
He clucks and shakes his head.
| NIGEL (cont’d) |
| Some blokes never learn, mixing drinks always leads to praying to the
porcelain god… |
NIGEL shares a laugh with DELINDA as JORDAN shakes her head and folds her arms.
DELINDA smiles and rubs her distended belly.
| DELINDA |
| Well, I wouldn’t know about mixing drinks right now. |
NIGEL
(sweetly) |
| Of course not, an intelligent, responsible gal like you…you’d
never even dream of putting your sweet little bundle in harm’s
way… |
NIGEL reaches out to rub her belly with a smile and DELINDA laughs when the baby
kicks. They both begin excitedly searching for another kick as KATE enters the
room.
KATE
(irritated) |
| I didn’t get the memo that the Lamaze class had been moved to Trace. |
NIGEL pulls his hand back and looks embarrassed.
| NIGEL |
| Um, right, test results… besides the alcohol I also found a chemical
called Sodium Xylene Sulfonate- |
NIGEL starts to answer but DELINDA is already nodding.
| DELINDA |
| It’s a chemical found commonly in industrial deodorizers and air
fresheners. It’s used by restaurants, bars, night clubs... in bathrooms.
So nothing unusual there really. The deodorizer is sprayed on the floor…
someone pukes on the floor… it mixes with the deodorizer and…
voila. |
She shrugs.
KATE looks impressed.
| KATE |
| What Nigel, with his… distraction, has failed to point out… |
She rolls her eyes towards him.
NIGEL gets defensive as he sees what KATE is looking at on the computer screen.
| NIGEL |
| I was just getting to that- |
| KATE |
| … is that the person who vomited in the men’s bathroom was,
in fact, a woman. |
JORDAN raises her eyebrows and DELINDA shrugs.
NIGEL
(shaking his head) |
| What… kind of club did this Vegas chap open exactly, Delinda? |
DELINDA
(smiles and shrugs) |
| Nothing too out of the ordinary for him. When I was living with Midas
he was really into whips and black leather, bondage… |
She looks off, remembering fondly.
NIGEL tries to stand and almost falls off his chair.
JORDAN
(unfazed, to KATE) |
| Female, huh? |
23. INT. JOE O’MALIA’S DINER- LUNCH TIME
WOODY and DANNY sit in a booth. WOODY is watching in amazement as DANNY chows
down on a big greasy burger and a pile of cheese fries.
WOODY
(disgusted) |
| Dude, just because you’re becoming a father doesn’t mean you
need to… to let yourself go like this... |
He waves a hand over the table.
DANNY shakes his head as he chews and swallows.
| DANNY |
| Are you kidding? (wipes his mouth) Since Delinda’s been pregnant
she never lets me eat junk like this. |
WOODY
(smirking) |
| So she just… just tells you what to do and… and you
do it then huh? |
He nods slowly then pretends to cough.
He coughs again.
DANNY looks around the diner before he leans over towards WOODY.
DANNY
(laughing softly) |
| Okay, yeah… sure… ‘cause I’m sure Jordan’s
never told you what to do. |
WOODY sits back and folds his arms with a smile.
| WOODY |
| Ha, ha. For your information, Jordan does not tell me what to
do… |
He opens and closes his mouth a few times before he continues.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| She just… uh… she just ignores me when I tell her
what to do. |
He frowns as he realizes what he’s said is actually worse than JORDAN telling
him what to do.
DANNY smiles and starts on his fries, sliding them to the middle of the table
to share.
| DANNY |
| What’s up with you two? Is it serious? |
WOODY eats a few fries before he answers.
| WOODY |
| I don’t know, man. If… uh… if it were up to me, there’d
be a ring on her finger sooner rather than later… |
DANNY stuffs more fries in his mouth.
WOODY sighs and sits back in the booth.
| WOODY |
| It’s complicated… There’s a lot of… of trust issues
with Jordan. (beat, nods) Tread lightly. |
He leans over and grabs another fry.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| That’s my plan right now. |
| DANNY (sipping his soda) |
| It’s a good plan… Jordan’s a pretty tough nut to crack. |
WOODY cocks his head to the side.
| WOODY |
| Are you calling my girlfriend a nut? |
DANNY raises his eyebrows in an ‘oops’ kind of way.
DANNY
(shrugs) |
| All women are nuts. |
WOODY shrugs as well. He can’t disagree.
| WOODY |
| So what about you and Delinda? I mean, obviously it’s serious. |
He mimes a pregnant belly.
DANNY flicks a crumb off the table.
| DANNY |
| Same. Treading lightly… I mean, we don’t really… we
don’t talk much about what happens after the baby is born. |
WOODY takes another fry and raises his eyebrows.
| WOODY |
| Don’t you think you maybe should… start… talking...? |
He thinks of how big DELINDA is.
DANNY looks a little flustered and another fry goes to his mouth.
| DANNY |
| I guess you’re right. (pause.) We’ve had our wild days…
now there’s going to be a baby… |
WOODY
(dejectedly) |
| Speaking of wilder days, you know we’re going to lose this bet over
who killed Delinda’s… golden touch, rapper-ex right? |
DANNY
(shrugs) |
| Maybe we should take another look at their suspect. |
| WOODY (scoffs) |
| The guy’s a pantywaist. Besides, we’re the ones with investigative
backgrounds here, not them and… |
He looks at DANNY, who is wincing. They have no choice but to look at the guy.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| All right. (pause) Fine, we’ll take a look at him. |
WOODY starts to raise his hand for the check. DANNY reaches out to push WOODY’S
hand down.
DANNY
(smiling) |
| After… one… more basket of fries. |
WOODY laughs as the waitress brings another basket.
DANNY tosses a fry at him which WOODY deflects with a laugh.
END OF ACT FOUR
ACT FIVE
24. INT. AUTOPSY ONE - AFTERNOON
GARRET is standing over the body of Gail Archie, tying off a suture on her
Y-incision.
| GARRET |
| That concludes the autopsy of Gail Archie. Doctor Garret Macy, Medical
Examiner, presiding. |
GARRET clicks off the recorder with his foot and covers the body with a sheet.
We turn to see MATT and ROZ standing at the far end of the room.
ROZ
(to MATT) |
| Baffles the mind… doesn’t it. |
| ROZ |
| How the heck he can sew around those things without popping one? |
MATT looks away from the scene before him and at ROZ, incredulously.
ROZ
(cont’d with a shrug) |
| Polypropylene implants were too good to be true when they were invented.
An implant that uses your own body’s fluids to continuously engorge
the tissues (cups her hands out from her own breasts farther and farther)
until one day … KAPPOW! |
| MATT |
| Her boobs didn’t kill her. |
| ROZ |
| You heard Garret. Those knockers clocked in at twelve K… each.
That’s fifty two pounds of absurdity she hauled around every day. |
GARRET
(calling out to ROZ and MATT) |
| Her breasts didn’t kill her. |
MATT smirks broadly.
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| They just may have contributed. She died from a lack of oxygen
to her organs. |
MATT’S face falls and ROZ smirks.
ROZ
(approaching the table) |
| So, she smothered under the weight of those things. |
| GARRET |
| No. Given the excess weight she carried, I only found the sort of constriction
injuries I thought I’d normally find. |
GARRET pulls his gloves off and steps away from the body.
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| The tissue, in the back of Ms. Archie’s throat, is quite loose.
The uvula and surrounding area were slightly engorged- |
ROZ
(interrupting) |
| -like the boobs |
| GARRET |
| Actually, loosened from the muscle, irritated... leaving a larger than
expected space to her larynx. |
| MATT |
| What would cause something like that? |
| GARRET |
| There are a number of things. Family history, irritants like excessive
smoking, alcohol… |
MATT
(interrupting) |
| Someone shoving something down her throat… |
ROZ
(to MATT) |
| …who disappeared out of a locked door, leaving no other signs. She
was an adult entertainer not a magician. |
| GARRET |
| She’s right. Suffocation, due to….say…a gag,
pushed too far into the victim’s mouth, would not only leave a trace
of the instrument used, but injuries. |
| GARRET |
| No. In fact, her medical records say she complained of snoring. Her doctor
wrote it off as … lifestyle. |
GARRET begins to look uncomfortable.
GARRET
(cont’d) |
| Once the labs come back we’ll know if the laxness in the tissues
were form of cutis laxa… a heredity disorder that causes
excess dermas growth… or something as simple as… as… |
ROZ
(amused) |
| Are you saying Barbie here died because she had a deep throat? |
GARRET
(clears his throat) |
| Since she was in bed… alone… and we assume sleeping at the
time of death… I’m signing this off as asphyxiation as result
of sleep apnea. Her throat closed around itself when her muscles relaxed
in sleep. |
| GARRET |
| They didn’t help her breathing… but they didn’t cause
her throat to close up. |
| ROZ |
| You do realize this police report is going to sound like the plot of a
soft-core porn novel? |
| GARRET |
| I’m sure you two will muddle through. |
| ROZ |
| Aww... Gar, I’ll make sure to send you a thank-you note as soon
as I can. |
25. EXT. ROXBURY HOUSING PROJECT - AFTERNOON
JORDAN and DELINDA pull up to the building in the El Camino. Jordan puts the
vehicle in park. The music stops as she turns off the engine. They both look
out of the windshield at the building’s depressing façade.
| JORDAN |
| You don’t have to do this. |
| DELINDA |
| I’m not going to sit in the spa at the hotel while you have all
the fun. |
| JORDAN |
| The Oakhills Housing Project is not exactly the Montecito. Most of the
people here are just trying to get by… but there are a few… |
DELINDA
(looks around) |
| I put up with all kinds in Vegas every day. But do you think we should
call somebody… (looks excited, like this all a game ) to let them
know we’re closing in on our suspect? |
| JORDAN |
| Not yet, Pepper Anderson. As far as we know Malone is just a cross-dresser
who can’t hold her liquor. I just want to know what else she didn’t
tell the police. |
| DELINDA |
| Shouldn’t you have your badge on or something? Or maybe I can wear
it! |
| JORDAN |
| A badge in this neighborhood stirs up more resistance than an unwed mother
at one of my Grandmother’s Republican fundraisers… no offense… |
DELINDA rubs her belly with a warm smile, not at all insulted.
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| We’re just here to talk. Nothing more. Trust me. We need to find
out if he’s our guy… girl… now. We may never get another
chance. |
JORDAN takes a deep breath and reaches over to pen the glove compartment. She
pulls out a gun and tucks it in her waistband at the small of her back. DELINDA’S
mouth opens in question.
| JORDAN |
| Maybe you should stay here and keep an eye the car. I just had new tires
put on it. |
DELINDA
(opens the car door) |
| You can’t go in there alone. |
DELINDA shoulders her handbag and holds it tightly to her belly.
| DELINDA |
| My father used to kill people for a living. He didn’t let me go
on my first date until I could down a man with a single blow. |
JORDAN
(grins) |
| I bet you were a fun date. |
