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Episode #VS706
Crossing Jordan Virtual Season 7
“Strange Bedfellows”
Written by
Mecedeme
Art by
Emma (In-Episode Art) and Nynaeve (Episode Banner)
“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
Ivers
Det. Matt Seely
Renée Walcott
Dr. McDonald
George (reporter)
Unknown Male Reporter
Marilynn (reporter)
Evidence Locker Attendant
Uniformed officer
Jeremy Cross (computer tech)
Det. Santana
TV Interviewer
Television Announcer Guy
Other Television Announcer guy
SET LIST
INTERIORS
THE MORGUE
GARRET'S OFFICE
KATE’S OFFICE
HALLWAY BY AUTOPSY
BUG AND NIGEL’S DESKS
TRACE
RECEPTION AREA
BREAK ROOM
TYPICAL DINER
SURVEILLANCE TRUCK
SWANKY RESTAURANT
PRECINCT
BREAK ROOM
HALLWAY
WOODY’S OFFICE
SEELY’S DESK
EVIDENCE LOCKER ENTRANCE
EVIDENCE LOCKER AISLE
BPD TECH DEPARTMENT
BREAK ROOM
EMPTY ROOM
EXTERIORS
JUSTICE BUILDING
STAIRS
TYPICAL DINER
SIDEWALK
SWANKY RESTAURANT
SIDEWALK
TEASER
1. EXT. JUSTICE BUILDING – MORNING
Music as we fly over Boston is the theme from Rocky. As the
music reaches a climax, we slowly zoom onto the steps of the Judicial building.
RENEE is at a bank of microphones, surrounded by a crowd. Behind her is a campaign
team with the obligatory posters, buttons.
| RENEE |
| And so, in closing, I urge the electorate to consider the solid record
of this experienced, dedicated, successful District Attorney. There’s
no reason to vote for anyone else. |
She gives a well-practiced smile for the cameras. After a flurry of clicks,
she continues.
| RENEE (cont’d) |
| I’ll now accept a few questions from the press. (beat) Yes, George? |
| GEORGE |
| Ms. Walcott, everyone expects this election to be a landslide in your
favor. What do you have to say to those who do not support you? |
| RENEE |
| Your paper recently wrote an excellent editorial dealing with this very
issue. |
She smiles at GEORGE, waits for a few more camera clicks.
| RENEE |
| I’m not in this position to hold power or pursue some private agenda.
I’m here for one purpose and one purpose only – to make Boston
a place where all our children may grow up in safety. Regardless of political
affiliation, that is something we all want. Yes, Marilynn… |
| UNKNOWN MALE REPORTER |
| Ms. Walcott, what do you have to say to allegations you deliberately interfered
with the testimony of a trial witness two years ago? |
RENEE gives a quick, angry glance at the rude reporter, then pointedly looks
at MARILYNN.
| MARILYNN |
| Thank you, Ms. Walcott. My listeners want to hear your take on the way
the riots… |
| UNKNOWN MALE REPORTER |
| Ms. Walcott! I have very serious questions… |
| RENEE |
| Excuse me, it’s Marilynn’s turn. |
She turns to MARILYNN, clearly getting short on patience.
| RENEE |
| Well, first of all, the unrest this city faced… |
UNKNOWN MALE REPORTER
(louder, forceful tone) |
| D. A. Walcott! What is your response to these allegations? |
RENEE is angry, finally turning to the annoying reporter.
| RENEE (cont’d) |
| I have heard of no such allegations. If your – (clears her throat)
– ‘newspaper’ has any evidence, I can assure you that
it will be investigated by an independent committee set up… |
| UNKNOWN MALE REPORTER |
| Ms. Walcott, we have information which indicates that you manipulated
a witness in the trial of Greg Livingston, convicted of murdering Charles
Brunn. |
RENEE is eyeballing her security guys as they push through the crowd, indicating
subtly to hurry up.
| RENEE |
| Well, Mr…. I’m sorry, what did you say your name is? |
| UNKNOWN REPORTER |
| I didn’t. We handed this evidence over to the Boston Police Department
this morning. They’ll be contacting you. |
| RENEE |
| I cannot comment on a case without the pertinent information. I assure
you… |
She looks around at the other reporters.
| RENEE |
| …that when we have a chance to look into this, I will answer whatever
feeble charges have been trumped up against me. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. |
RENEE turns around and retreats up the steps of the Judicial building, with
a flurry of desperate questions being shouted behind her.
2. EXT. BPD PRECINCT – THE SAME MORNING
Wide shot of the exterior of the Precinct
3. INT. BPD PRECINCT HALLWAY - CONTINUING
The camera focuses on the swinging doors. We see a pair of high heeled boots
come stomping in. We hear the music “These Boots are Made For Walkin’”
as the boots march down the hall. Pan back and we see JORDAN belongs to the
boots. She’s walking with determination down the hall.
4. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE - CONTINUING
Cut to JORDAN’S hand at the door to WOODY’s office. She knocks
once and pushes the door open. WOODY is lazing around playing darts.
WOODY
(Sexy smile, dimples and all) |
| Hey! You’re the best thing I’ve seen all day. |
He stands up, walks over and takes her in his arms. He closes the door behind
her with one hand.
JORDAN gives off a cold vibe, eyes half closed, hands on hips
| JORDAN |
| It’s still morning. |
She pauses, her voice tense.
He freezes as his head was dipping down for a kiss.
WOODY
(nervous look) |
| Yeah? |
| JORDAN |
| Do you know who I just got off the phone with? |
He’s still got his arms around her waist, but he pulls back a bit. He’s
looking a wee bit guilty.
JORDAN
(takes his hands) |
| Woody, what the hell is going on? I thought we agreed that I need to be
involved, that it’s who I am and we can’t change who I am. |
| WOODY |
| Uh, maybe you agreed to that, but I’m still trying to keep you alive.
|
He pauses, gives her a curious look.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| Um… involved in what, exactly? |
| JORDAN |
| I just spoke with Ivers. |
He drops his hands and turns away, grimacing.
| JORDAN |
| When were you going to tell me I’d been requested for an undercover
sting operation? Or were you just going to make up some lame excuse and
never tell me? |
He turns, his head down guiltily, but he still looks determined to play this the
way he wants.
| WOODY |
| Nothing was settled yet, I… wanted to confirm the details, check
out the whole thing before they finalized the arrangements… |
JORDAN
(peeved) |
| That’s a load of crap and you know it! You were just trying to keep
me out of everything again. And this time, there’s no danger, no guns,
no Albanian mob – it’s just some doctor! |
WOODY stands up a little taller and takes a breath.
| WOODY |
| Look. In London, you could have gotten yourself killed. You can’t
deny that! |
He heads her off as she tries to interrupt.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| No! Listen to me for once. |
Gesturing with his hands to illustrate his points
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| I want a relationship with you, Jordan. A relationship means you call
if you’re going to be late. It means you try to be considerate about
your partner’s concerns, you don’t just brush them off. (frustrated
sigh) I thought we reached an understanding on this. |
JORDAN
(getting angrier) |
| What I understood was we were both going to try to give a little. You
can’t expect me to do all the giving on this one. I need to see a
little effort on your part! |
WOODY
(really ticked off) |
| Effort! Jordan, I didn’t hang up on Ivers when he called! That was
effort. I’m standing here talking to you. That’s taking effort! |
JORDAN
(quiet but strong voice) |
| Well, if it’s so hard to talk to me maybe we just need to stop talking! |
He takes a step toward her, his hands are on his hips, he towers over her. She
is looking up at him but not intimidated, hands still on her hips as well.
There’s a knock at the door.
IVERS
(Sticks his head in) |
| Oh, hi! |
He pauses as he reads the tension.
| IVERS (cont’d) |
| Did… uh… did I come at a bad time? |
WOODY and JORDAN look at him, then back at each other.
END OF TEASER
CUT TO OPENING CREDITS
ACT 1
5. INT. MORGUE GARRET’S OFFICE – MID MORNING
GARRET is doing paperwork at his desk. He looks up as RENEE knocks on the door.
| GARRET |
| Hey. I sort of figured you’d show up here. |
| GARRET |
| Everyone in the city heard. |
He pauses as he looks at her.
| GARRET |
| So, what do they have? |
| RENEE |
| Well, it seems they found a document which shows I influenced a witness
to commit perjury in the Greg Livingston trial. Celia DeJong saw the accused
leave the victim’s house, at the time of the murder, with blood spatter
all over his clothes. It was broad daylight; she was in a car across the
street. Slam dunk. But now this document they found in my files supposedly
proves I knew about her change of heart before the trial began. On top of
it all, no one can find the woman. |
| GARRET |
| So, a tabloid produced a piece of paper. |
He gives her a skeptical expression.
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| Nobody’s taking them seriously, right? |
She turns her back for a moment. She has a deer-in-the-headlights look. She turns
again and reluctantly seats herself across the desk from GARRET. She speaks quietly.
This is obviously difficult for her.
| RENEE |
| The ‘document’ was found in my file cabinet, and a copy was
on the C Drive of my computer. The date on the file indicates it’s
been there two years. I don’t need to tell you that if this isn’t
dealt with quickly, my career is over. (worried pause) The next DA may not
be as friendly as I am. |
| GARRET |
| You don’t need to worry; if it’s planted evidence it’ll
be exposed. |
| RENEE |
| ‘If!’ You don’t believe me, do you? |
| GARRET |
| Renée, I have seen you – conveniently ignore information... |
RENEE sits down, angry-helpless look
| RENEE |
| Oh, my God. You think I did this. |
| GARRET |
| I didn’t say that. I’m just saying that false evidence will
be exposed, sooner or later. |
| RENEE |
| That is a wonderful observation, except for the fact that the election
is in two days. If I’m not exonerated in the next 48 hours, it won’t
matter. |
GARRET sits down beside her
| GARRET |
| Well, at least get a second scientific opinion on that document. Nigel’s
available right now… |
| RENEE |
| God, no! Anyone but Nigel! |
| GARRET |
| He is the best, like it or not. |
| RENEE |
| He hates me, like it or not. I did have him… |
| GARRET |
| Arrested? (half smile) I wouldn’t say ‘hate’, but you
do have a point, you may want someone more - impartial. I can’t do
it myself because of our – whatever the hell it was… |
RENEE
(exasperated) |
| Relationship, Garret. It was a relationship. |
| GARRET |
| Yeah, whatever you call it, I can’t get involved. Bug could do it
but he’s preoccupied with Lily and the baby. You know, your best bet
would be Dr. Switzer. |
RENEE is trying to hide how nervous she is
| RENEE |
| How good is she, really? |
| GARRET |
| I almost hate to admit it, but she is very good, and getting better. |
| RENEE |
| This place grows on you; like a disease. |
| GARRET |
| Thanks for the compliment. You know, you might try being nice, considering… |
RENEE is honestly contrite. We can tell it’s difficult for her. She sighs.
| RENEE |
| Is Dr. Switzer in her office? |
GARRET half smiles again, starts to stand.
RENEE
(puts hand on his arm) |
| Just a minute… |
He sits back down
RENEE
(introspective sigh) |
| Garret. |
| RENEE |
| This… is hard for me. There’ve been so many issues in the
past few years. (sad little laugh) I spent hundreds of hours cleaning up
the mess from the riots. Then there’s Jordan’s little flight
from justice, Lu going off the deep end. Your… arrest… before
the Meyers trial wasn’t a picnic either. It’s been a bumpy ride,
Garret. Public opinion being what it is, this could be the end, even if
I am exonerated. And I’m not ready for it to be the end. |
It is quiet for a moment, he looks at her. They each look at their own hands
| GARRET |
| I’m not worried. Think about what you have going for you; you’re
a single mother, you’re one hell of a DA, you fought off a serial
killer single handedly. On top of all that, you’re a politician, with
all the baggage that comes with it. You handle all that, and you’re
still the hottest lawyer I know. Renée, look at me. |
She does, a little reluctantly
| GARRET (cont’d) |
| What I’m trying to say is I’ve got confidence in you, as a
prosecutor, as a DA, and as a friend. You can take the heat. |
A little smile touches her face
| RENEE |
| I wish I was that confident. I don’t lose very often, but I might
be facing the loss of my career. That’s new territory for me. |
| GARRET |
| That’s what friends are for. We’ll be confident when you aren’t.
(holds out his hand, palm up) The Sox beat the curse, twice. You can beat
this, Renée. |
RENEE looks down at his open hand, gingerly places her hand in it. GARRET closes
his hand around hers and they just sit there quietly.
6. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE – SAME TIME
Close up of WOODY’S face resting on his hands He’s tiredly looking
back and forth as IVERS and JORDAN list the reasons she should be able to do
this undercover operation.
| JORDAN |
| It’s not like there won’t be backup. |
| IVERS |
| I assure you, Detective, there’s no danger. Didn’t you get
the file I sent over? |
WOODY guiltily opens top drawer and pulls out a file.
| WOODY |
| Uh, yeah, but I still had some questions. |
He pointedly looks at JORDAN
WOODY
(sighs) |
| This doctor… McDonald. Has he got a rap sheet? |
| IVERS |
| No, he’s clean. Which is why he flew under the radar for so long. |
| JORDAN |
| Hey! I’m the one who hasn’t seen the file. |
She reaches for it rather forcefully and pulls it away from WOODY. He raises both
hands in the air in an effort to control his anger.
WOODY
(sarcasm dripping off his words) |
| Be my guest! |
He’s increasingly uncomfortable with the situation.
| IVERS |
| This is obviously not a good time. I’ll come back… |
WOODY and JORDAN
(both in a testy tone) |
| No! |
JORDAN
(little glare at Woody) |
| No. Just . . . |
He puts down the file. WOODY runs his hand over his face and turns a little in
his chair in frustration.
| WOODY |
| Why don’t you summarize it for me? |
IVERS
(glancing between them) |
| We’ve heard rumors that McDonald has been illegally selling prescriptions.
If our information is correct, he sells scripts to wealthy ‘patients’
but he doesn’t perform a medical exam. He also writes them for people
on Medicaid who turn around and sell the stuff on the black market for a
huge profit. He’s been smart. Spread around the prescriptions, keeping
the amounts low enough to avoid most of the red flags. |
He glances at them both as he reaches for the file and opens it.
Points to a picture that looks suspiciously like a certain television show creator/producer.
| IVERS |
| He has a good practice, but it’s not enough to explain his lifestyle. |
Shows pictures of yachts, houses, cars, and many gorgeous women.
| JORDAN |
| So, is one of these Mrs. McDonald? |
| IVERS |
| Nope. She doesn’t get out much; we’re pretty sure she’s
just arm candy for official functions. |
| JORDAN |
| What drugs are we talking about? |
| IVERS |
| We believe Oxycodone is his big ticket item. We also believe he’s
responsible for two separate overdoses. When you don’t examine your
patients or check medical histories, bad things happen. |
WOODY
(eye roll at Jordan) |
| She’s dying to ask you about the sting. There’s no way I’m
going to allow that unless I’m satisfied with the planning. |
JORDAN’s temper is heating up a little again
| JORDAN |
| Wha- what makes you think you have the right to – to? |
IVERS interrupts WOODY’s angry ad lib retort
| IVERS |
| OK, obviously something is going on here. If I was wrong about you being
the people for this job, please just tell me where I can find someone else… |
Silence.
His comment has its intended effect
| IVERS (cont’d) |
| All right then. Jordan, all you need to do is be yourself. This guy is
really into prestige and beautiful women. I thought of you because you’re
a doctor, you’re well known in the medical community, and you’re…
(pauses to appreciate her) well, you’re very attractive. |
WOODY is still distrusting. He clears his throat
| WOODY |
| There are cops trained to do this sort of thing. |
| IVERS |
| We’ve tried two agents already, but he won’t trust just anyone.
I was hoping an attractive, well known colleague might be able to get through
his defenses. |
WOODY, with a hint of pride, looks at the pictures.
| WOODY |
| Well, Jordan’s definitely hotter than any of these girls. |
JORDAN (con’t)
(to Ivers) |
| I guess what I… (glances at Woody) what we want to know is how are
you going to make sure I’m never alone with him. |
| IVERS |
| We have experience with this in the Special Prosecutor’s office.
We plan on getting assistance from Detective Hoyt here… |
WOODY
(firmly) |
| Let’s get one thing straight: if this happens, I am in charge of
the whole thing. |
JORDAN rolls her eyes
| IVERS |
| I appreciate the offer, Detective, but… |
| WOODY |
| You want her, you get me. In charge. |
| WOODY |
| Take it or leave it! |
WOODY’s looking back and forth between them with a serious expression. Close
up of JORDAN’s face. She is thinking, clearly struggling with it. Suddenly
she takes a cleansing breath.
JORDAN
(still ticked, but with resolve) |
| Fine, then. If I let you be there, you give me the space to do it. |
He pinches bridge of his nose, sighs.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| OK. Thank you, Jordan. |
IVERS gives an assessing glance toward each of them.
IVERS
(resigned tone, to Woody) |
| Fine. You can lead the team. |
WOODY shakes hands with IVERS.
IVERS stands to leave but pauses, glances pointedly at each one of them
| IVERS |
| I’ll call you this afternoon with the details. Detective. Jordan. |
He nods to each one, gaze lingering a bit longer on JORDAN. The door closes behind
him. WOODY and JORDAN sit in silence for a moment.
WOODY
(quietly) |
| I always thought Ivers was hot for you. |
JORDAN, coming out of her own thoughts, starts.
| JORDAN |
| What, Ivers? Don’t be ridiculous. |
He stands up, walks around desk. He perches himself on the edge in front of her.
| WOODY |
| I’m warning you, anything hinky on this sting, and I shoot. To kill. |
JORDAN
(dry laughter) |
| An overweight, middle aged doctor? What could he… |
| WOODY |
| Not him. (beat) Ivers. |
JORDAN
(tired smirk) |
| Jealous? |
| WOODY |
| Hell, yeah. Kind of weird how I can be jealous and totally pissed off
at you at the same time. |
JORDAN shakes her head. She stands and steps into his hug.
We see a close up of each of their tired faces.
7. INT. MORGUE HALLWAY – EARLY AFTERNOON
RENEE is following KATE into KATE’s office.
DET. SEELY comes running down the hall
| SEELY |
| Ms. Walcott! Macy said you were here. I’ve got the files. |
| RENEE |
| You’d better come in, Seely. |
8. INT. KATE’S OFFICE - CONTINUING
KATE closes the door behind the others and motions for them to take a seat.
| KATE |
| I’m not sure I understand what you want from me. |
She sits behind her desk
| RENEE |
| Dr. Switzer, all I want is the truth to be made public, and as quickly
as possible. Time is important. Seely worked the original case, he has his
file. |
| KATE |
| I understand that you’re up for re-election and you’ve hit
some rough water. If you expect me to concoct some cock and bull story about
false evidence, or smear some reporter, or anything for that matter… |
| SEELY |
| That’s why I’m here. I was lead investigator on the Brunn
case, and I am sure as hell not going to let anything screw up that conviction.
I want to get this taken care of. |
RENEE
(glares down her nose at Seely) |
| Look, if I were guilty, would I be here? Or would I be in front of the
cameras trying to spin this thing? |
KATE looks at her, trying to decide if RENEE is legitimate
| KATE |
| Nooo, I don’t think you’d be here. You realize that if I examine
the evidence for your case it’ll happen publicly and I won’t
pull punches. |
| RENEE |
| I wouldn’t expect you to pull punches, because they won’t
be at me. Someone out there wants to get rid of me, and they’ve chosen
a very effective m.o. Not only would I be unemployed, I’d be discredited.
Every one of my convictions would be called into question. This isn’t
a small matter, Doctor. You happen to be the most impartial person on staff
right now. |
| KATE |
| Well, it doesn’t look like I have a choice in the matter, does it?
I’ll conduct a thorough review of all the existing evidence, then
I’ll examine the evidence your accusers have collected. |
| SEELY |
| When you get something, call me. |
| KATE |
| Just don’t expect me to join in a whitewash. |
| RENEE |
| There’s nothing to cover-up. Just find out the truth. Please. |
She looks uncomfortable to be placing her fate in someone else’s hands
| KATE |
| I’ll start by pulling the morgue file. Detective, get me a copy
of your file. I’ll need the document that was ‘found’
as well. We should also check the evidence in the locker. |
| SEELY |
| One step ahead of you, Doc. (beat) Here’s the copy and this is the
document. I know what they found, but they said I shouldn’t tell you
yet. (wags head at Renée) She hasn’t handled it, so chain of
custody isn’t being messed up. Look, Doc, please don’t screw
this up; both of our butts are on the line. |
| RENEE |
| A familiar location for your butt, Detective. |
| KATE |
| You’d just better be damn sure you’re not involved in this,
or you’ll fry. Now, I need my office to get my work done, please. |
| RENEE |
| Thank you, Doctor Switzer. |
| KATE |
| Thank me after I’m done. |
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
9. INT. TYPICAL DINER – THE NEXT DAY, LUNCHTIME
JORDAN is seated at a table. WOODY is on the other side of the diner, looking
very casual but it’s obvious to us he’s not letting anything happen
without his noticing. IVERS is standing beside JORDAN’s table, looking
the other way and talking to her.
| JORDAN |
| You know, I hope you’re a better attorney than undercover agent. |
She smiles to cover the fact that she’s talking.
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| If you want this to work, get lost, now! |
| IVERS |
| I’m going, just be careful. He’s smart. |
JORDAN
(smile broadens) |
| So am I. |
IVERS sneaks a peek at JORDAN. She’s still ignoring him, but his face shows
appreciation for our girl, especially her little tank top. He walks to the counter
a few yards away.
IVERS
(to the waitress) |
| Miss, can I have a coffee, please? |
JORDAN rolls her eyes at WOODY, who is trying to cover his impatience with IVERS.
We see a short, somewhat overweight man come in, glance around and come over
to stand beside JORDAN.
| MCDONALD |
| Would you be Dr. Cavanaugh? |
| JORDAN |
| I would. And you’re Dr. McDonald? |
| MCDONALD |
| That I am. If I’d known what a lovely lady you were, I’d have
canceled that meeting this morning. |
JORDAN
(smiles) |
| Have a seat, please. Thanks for meeting me here. |
MCDONALD
(sitting down) |
| I’m always pleased to help a… colleague. |
His eyes are wandering over her. JORDAN gives him a flirtatious smile and half
of a wink.
| JORDAN |
| I’m glad. (lowers voice) A very good friend of mine told me where
she got her prescription. I was wondering if I could get one from the same
place. |
| MCDONALD |
| You are a medical doctor, are you not, my dear? |
He takes her hand, openly flirting.
| MCDONALD (cont’d) |
| Are you a surgeon? You’ve got lovely, strong hands. They look like
they’d be skilled with many – instruments… |
| JORDAN |
| Actually, I’m a Medical Examiner. (beat) People ask questions when
a doctor writes too many prescriptions for herself, especially if her patients
are all dead. It would cause less… concern among… my colleagues
if my prescriptions were signed by a physician of your caliber and reputation. |
She gives a little smile.
MCDONALD
(false modesty) |
| Oh, I’m just a simple GP! But, you have me at a disadvantage. May
I ask the name of the friend who gave you this referral? |
| JORDAN |
| Liz Nowlan. She said you met her in this diner, every month, before she… |
The DOCTOR nods – IVERS had this name from their investigation. JORDAN looks
sad.
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| I was devastated when she died last month – breast cancer is a terrible
way to go. She said she’d been a – special patient of yours
for some time. I was just wondering if you had room for another patient? |
| MCDONALD |
| Well, all my patients are special. |
He ‘casually’ touches JORDAN’s forearm
| MCDONALD |
| What exactly do you need, my dear? |
| JORDAN |
| Well, Doctor McDonald… |
| MCDONALD |
| Please, call me Richard. We are, after all, colleagues, and we aren’t
in a formal setting. |
JORDAN
(flash of the flirtatious smile again) |
| Alright, Richard, but only if you call me Jordan. (beat) I was in an accident
a few years ago and screwed up my knee. |
| MCDONALD |
| Oh, how horrible. What good fortune these gorgeous hands weren’t
marred at all… |
He is pawing her hands again. We see the distaste on JORDAN’s face when
he isn’t looking. A cut to WOODY shows he’s not amused either. She
gets back into character and pulls out a sexy smile.
| JORDAN |
| The problem is, I can’t do my work standing all day when I’m
in so much pain. The Oxycontin prescription… |
| MCDONALD |
| Ah, yes, a very common problem. Your orthopedist wouldn’t continue
the prescription, for fear of an addiction, right? (condescending smile)
Well, let me explain how I… |
His face gets serious as he notices IVERS, he snatches his hand back. JORDAN follows
his eyes. Her look of surprise is not acted – she can’t believe he’s
still in view
She pauses and then turns back to MCDONALD. She lowers her voice.
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| He’s been investigating the morgue for almost a year now. Look,
can we meet again sometime when he’s not around? |
MCDONALD
(obviously suspicious) |
| My case load is full at the moment; I’m sure you can find adequate
care in another office. |
He stands up to leave, but still makes eye contact with JORDAN.
| JORDAN |
| Wait. This idiot has been harassing me for too long. |
JORDAN (cont’d)
(loud and sharp) |
| Ivers! What the hell are you doing? I’m tired of you stalking me.
I told you, I don’t do the money at the morgue. There’s no way
I’m the one you’re looking for! |
IVERS
(confused) |
| Miss - Cavanaugh… |
JORDAN drifts a great right hook to IVERS’ face. He staggers off his stool
and catches himself just in time to avoid landing on the floor.
| JORDAN |
| Go ahead and file charges. I’d love to tell the police about your
constant harassment. And it’s DOCTOR Cavanaugh. |
She turns and leaves in a huff.
There is a quick shot of WOODY trying not to laugh at IVERS, but following
JORDAN with his eyes.
10. EXT. SIDEWALK OUTSIDE DINER – CONTINUING
MCDONALD meets JORDAN on the sidewalk, hands her a business card.
| MCDONALD |
| My dear, let’s get together again, so we can finish our discussion.
Perhaps someplace a little more upscale? Easier to keep the riff-raff out.
Of course, I have a stringent screening process. Can we meet tonight after
I research your history? |
JORDAN
(Flashes a hot smile) |
| Here’s my orthopedist’s number . . . |
She hands him a card.
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| . . . and feel free to ask around. I’m pretty well known in the
pathology community. Thank you, Doctor. I mean, Richard. |
MCDONALD
(takes Jordan’s hand, kisses it) |
| Call me this afternoon then, my dear? You can use my personal number. |
She nods, making sure her finger runs over his cheek before she pulls it slowly
back.
| MCDONALD |
| Good-bye, Jordan. Until next time…. |
11. INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE AUTOPSY – SAME TIME
KATE walking beside NIGEL.
| NIGEL |
| I don’t see why this is so difficult for you. It’s pretty
simple to review files and check out a few pieces of evidence. |
| KATE |
| Look, I know about Walcott and Macy. I won’t curry favor here or
at the DA’s office, no matter who the woman slept with. Besides, we
have too much to do around here as it is, and I’m being used to get
Walcott re-elected. |
| NIGEL |
| Well, at least you’re not freezing and starving on the side of a
mountain with nobody getting the work done. |
KATE
(dry smirk) |
| Thanks. Nothing like a near-death experience to give you perspective. |
| NIGEL |
| Actually, Luv, a near-death experience occurs when the patient undergoes
the actual death process – he or she is, in fact, clinically deceased,
yet upon said patient’s revival, there appears… |
KATE interrupts, a condescending tone of voice
| KATE (cont’d) |
| I know what a near-death experience is. (wry tone) Apparently you don’t
understand figures of speech. |
| NIGEL |
| Huh! The way you talk, it’s impossible to tell if it’s a figure
of speech or not. |
She stops walking, turns to face him.
| KATE |
| What about the way I talk? |
| NIGEL |
| You have to admit, you lean toward the sarcastic. The niceties of the
language seem to elude you. |
| KATE |
| I have no trouble making myself understood. |
NIGEL
(touch of a smile) |
| I don’t always think so – you communicate your wishes well,
but you’re always holding something back. There’s a veil there
you won’t let us see behind. |
| KATE |
| A veil. You’re kidding, right? (pause) Veil… Are you fishing
for information on my marital status again? |
| NIGEL |
| Not at all. It’s just when I think I have you figured out…
well, let’s just say that you have the dead-pan look perfected. |
KATE
(smiles) |
| I do, don’t I? You have no idea what I’m thinking right now,
do you? |
NIGEL is noticing the tension has gone up a notch.
He takes a half step towards her.
KATE takes a deliberate step closer to NIGEL, puts her hand on his chest.
She turns and leaves NIGEL frozen and surprised, with a lost look.
| NIGEL |
| What? Kate! Wait, what were you thinking? |
He follows after her
12. INT. BUG AND NIGEL’S DESKS – EARLY AFTERNOON, SAME DAY
BUG and NIGEL are seated at their desks
| NIGEL |
| …and then she left, and wouldn’t tell me what she was thinking. |
| BUG |
| Why would you want to know Kate Switzer’s thoughts? It probably
had something to do with a kidney recipe... |
| NIGEL |
| No, I tell you Buggles, there was a definite tension in the air. |
SEELY
(enters) |
| Ooh, tension, I’m all about tension. |
| BUG |
| Seely, you’re an idiot. Think about it, Nige. Walcott may lose her
job. She’s breathing down Kate’s neck. That’s tension. |
| SEELY |
| I’m not an idiot. And Walcott’s just a pushy bitch with power. |
| NIGEL |
| Yeah, power over us! What’s the big deal, anyway? All you need to
do is prove the ink in question isn’t two years old and hey, presto,
she’s exonerated. |
SEELY
(thoughtful) |
| Pretty easy framing job, as long as you have the witness on your side. |
| NIGEL |
| Yeah, that and access to her office. |
| BUG |
| Has Kate thought of dating the ink? I mean, I’d hate to be the one
to suggest to Kate that she’d missed something… wait, no, I
wouldn’t hate doing that at all. |
NIGEL
(looking pleased at the prospect) |
| Where is she? I’d love to be the one to point out the solution to
HER case! |
NIGEL rises and leaves
| BUG |
| Wait! It was my idea! |
BUG follows NIGEL
SEELY
(to empty room) |
| Right, then. I’ll just… go. |
SEELY leaves
13. INT. BPD EVIDENCE LOCKER, ENTRANCE - AFTERNOON
SEELY is signing himself in.
14. INT. BPD EVIDENCE LOCKER, AISLE - CONTINUING
He walks down the rows of shelves, finds the row he wants. At the end of the
aisle, he sees someone with an open box.
SEELY
(friendly, making conversation) |
| Hey. What’re you looking for? |
STRANGER drops box, he flees
He draws gun, takes off after the guy. As SEELY turns the corner, he sees a broken
window, high above the floor, with a ladder disappearing through it.
15. INT. BPD EVIDENCE LOCKER, ENTRANCE - CONTINUING
CUT to the door into the locker. SEELY bursts through.
| SEELY |
| How the hell did someone get in that locker? |
ATTENDANT
(looks confused) |
| Uh, what? You just signed in… |
| SEELY |
| I just chased some guy out through the window! |
| ATTENDANT |
| But… the alarm system is state of the art! |
| SEELY |
| Yeah, well, apparently the art isn’t in a very good state. I need
a forensics team here, pronto. |
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
16. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE - AFTERNOON
WOODY is on the phone, seated behind his desk. JORDAN is sitting on the edge
of his desk, facing him.
| WOODY |
| Yes… yes, I understand. Thank you for the information… |
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| Well, Ivers has a glass jaw. |
JORDAN
(defensively) |
| Hey, what else was I supposed to do? The idiot sat right in front of our
suspect. I just hope the whole thing isn’t blown. |
He is sounding proud, but a little jealous.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| McDonald couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Or his hands… |
| JORDAN |
| Thanks, but the tank top had a lot to do with that. Now, will you admit
this sting was a good idea? If Ivers hadn’t screwed it up, we’d
already have McDonald. |
| WOODY |
| No, Jordan, I don’t want to go there again. |
JORDAN
(unbelieving laugh) |
| You can’t possibly still think there’s any danger. |
| WOODY |
| There’s always danger when you’re dealing with lowlife scum
like McDonald. You have no idea if he had a weapon, or an undercover bodyguard.
You aren’t a trained police officer, Jordan, like it or not! |
| JORDAN |
| I know I’m not a cop, but I’m good at this. How many murderers
are off the street because of me? |
| WOODY |
| No! I do not want to argue. You go home and change for your dinner with
the doctor; I’ll get the surveillance team ready. |
He looks at her, thinking. He takes a deep breath and stands up. He places his
hands on her hips.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| You do have a certain … gift for catching bad guys, even if it drives
me crazy. |
We see a hint of the dimples.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| Sometimes I wish it was me you were hunting down… |
JORDAN pauses as she calms down, then we see a touch of a cocky smile as she raises
her hands to his shoulders.
| JORDAN |
| That can be arranged… |
Kiss. Fade to black.
17. EXT. SWANKY RESTAURANT – EVENING
JORDAN is in a slinky red dress and stiletto heels, waiting outside a swanky
restaurant. She’s talking to ‘herself’
JORDAN
(softly) |
| Can you hear me now? (pause and smile) Good. Hey, did I ever tell you
the one about… |
18. INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN – SAME TIME
CUT TO WOODY in surveillance van across street with a couple of uniforms
| WOODY |
| Jordan, remember there are three of us who can hear you and it’s
all being recorded. Please don’t embarrass yourself… or me… |
| JORDAN |
| Why, Woodrow, what makes you think I’d say anything embarrassing? |
| WOODY |
| Just remember we’re tracking a killer and stay serious. Please. |
19. EXT. SWANKY RESTAURANT – CONTINUING
| JORDAN |
| OK, here comes my man. |
She flashes a sexy smile.
20. INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN – CONTINUING
21. EXT. SWANKY RESTAURANT – CONTINUING
MCDONALD takes JORDAN’s hand, appreciatively checks her out.
| MCDONALD |
| Jordan, my dear! You are ravishing this evening. |
He kisses the palm of her hand.
| JORDAN |
| Oh! (a little breathless) I’m glad you like it. It’s my favorite
dress. |
22. INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN – CONTINUING
| WOODY |
| You mean it’s my favorite dress. |
The uniforms look at him with knowing smirks.
JORDAN
(she takes his arm) |
| Shall we? |
23. INT. SWANKY RESTAURANT - CONTINUING
They’re seated at a very secluded, dark table
| MCDONALD |
| I took the liberty of ordering. I hope you don’t mind such an old-fashioned
notion… |
JORDAN
(acts relieved) |
| Thank you! I make so many decisions all day; it’s nice to let a
strong man take the reins. |
24. INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN - CONTINUING
WOODY is looking amazed at her acting ability.
25. INT. SWANKY RESTAURANT – LATER, DURING THE MEAL
| MCDONALD |
| So, are you going to make me ask if you have a boyfriend? |
JORDAN
(sultry smile) |
| I believe I just did. |
| JORDAN |
| There’s no one in my life right now. (looking a little sad) I’m
a mistress to my work. |
| MCDONALD |
| What a shame! A woman like you deserves to be… |
Significant look into her eyes, fingers stroke her forearm.
| MCDONALD (cont’d) |
| . . . well taken care of. |
| JORDAN |
| Speaking of taking care… |
She takes his fingers in her own, stroking them.
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| … have you been able to find room on your patient list? |
| MCDONALD |
| Well, it would seem I have more space than I thought. You were telling
me about your medicinal needs before we were so rudely interrupted at lunch. |
JORDAN
(lowers voice) |
| I was involved in a skiing accident a few years ago. The Oxycontin did
the job at first, but then I needed to increase the dosage. My doctor didn’t
understand the pain I was in. We had a falling out, so I… |
MCDONALD
(patronizing smile) |
| Prescribed for yourself. The art of pain management is so misunderstood.
It’s a delicate balance, especially in one so fragile as yourself. |
26. INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN - CONTINUING
CUT TO WOODY looking worried.
| WOODY |
| When we move in, get her away from him – fast. |
UNIFORM ONE
(confused) |
| Dr. Cavanaugh isn’t in danger, is she? |
| WOODY |
| Not Jordan; McDonald’s in danger. She’s definitely going to
try to kill him. |
27. INT. SWANKY RESTAURANT – CONTINUING
CUT back to table
She flashes him a sexy smile.
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| … what can I do to earn your trust? |
| MCDONALD |
| Hmmm. Well, why don’t we start with this? |
Takes out a prescription pad, scribbles on it, hands a sheet to JORDAN.
| MCDONALD (cont’d) |
| Will that be adequate for a week? |
JORDAN
(looks at script) |
| Oh, that’s fine. (feigns concern) What do I owe you? |
| MCDONALD |
| The arrangements I make with each… client, vary depending upon circumstances. |
He lets his fingers run up her forearm.
| MCDONALD |
| The morgue can’t pay well, but I could be convinced to give a sizable
discount to a beautiful, friendly colleague such as yourself. |
| JORDAN |
| No, the morgue doesn’t pay well. |
She appreciatively looks at his suit and runs her fingers over the fabric.
| JORDAN |
| I couldn’t help but notice – this suit is Armani, right? |
MCDONALD
(proudly) |
| You have a good eye. And you’d like to know how you can afford my…
services? |
She demurely lowers her eyes.
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| . . . yes, that and… I was wondering how you got started. Selling
prescriptions, I mean. |
MCDONALD
(condescending laugh) |
| I told you pain management is a delicate balance. So many doctors, the
FDA; they’re all afraid of a small percentage of bad outcomes. I simply
accept those losses as part of business. Would you be able to deal with
that, my dear? |
| JORDAN |
| I don’t know. Have you had any deaths? |
| MCDONALD |
| Some. It’s hard to tell how many people who use illegally procured
Oxycodone don’t report their medical history. |
He leans forward, his fingers playing with the spaghetti strap of her dress.
| MCDONALD (cont’d) |
| I provide a service to people who have money. Some will die. |
He flashes a slick smile.
| MCDONALD (cont’d) |
| It’s harsh, but let me assure you, (lowers his voice) I have three
boats, a summer house in the Keys, four cars, only the best of everything.
That makes the death of a few addicts… palatable. |
Acting is getting harder for JORDAN now, but she’s good.
| JORDAN |
| I see death every day at the morgue. The world won’t miss a few
losers. |
MCDONALD
(nods approvingly) |
| You know, you could be useful. Let’s explore a personal relationship
tonight. |
He leans in and kisses her full on the lips.
| MCDONALD (cont’d) |
| Consider it payment for the prescription. Then tomorrow morning we could
discuss a more permanent business relationship. |
JORDAN places her hand over his on her arm, speaks in seductive voice.
| JORDAN |
| I like the sound of this. Is there somewhere we could go to… finalize
our transaction? |
MCDONALD
(eyes suddenly eager) |
| I have an apartment near here. |
He throws money on the table, offers JORDAN his arm.
28. EXT. SWANKY RESTAURANT – CONTINUING
CUT TO outside the restaurant as they come through the door.
MCDONALD
(arm around Jordan’s waist) |
| I don’t understand how someone as beautiful as you would be single. |
| JORDAN |
| The accident stole so much from my life, and with work and all, I haven’t
even been with a man since then… |
MCDONALD
(eyes a little larger) |
| Where the hell is the car? |
WOODY appears behind DR. MCDONALD, two uniforms on either side of JORDAN.
| WOODY |
| Richard McDonald, you are under arrest for criminal sale of a prescription
for a controlled substance. You have the right… |
WOODY’s cuffing him, the uniforms are trying to step between MCDONALD and
JORDAN.
JORDAN
(coldly) |
| How’s this for payment… |
WOODY
(warning tone) |
| Jordan… |
JORDAN neatly steps around the officers and lands her spiked heel into MCDONALD’s
foot and a karate chop against the sensitive spot on the neck.
JORDAN
(builds steam as she rants) |
| You make me sick. We swore an oath, Richard, remember? Hippocrates? Cause
no harm! You’re poisoning people and all you care about is your expensive
toys. Well, your fancy car cost human lives. I hope it was worth it! |
She lowers voice as she speaks right in his face.
| JORDAN (cont’d) |
| It’ll be great to watch the licensing board revoke your license,
scumbag, and I will be there. And I can order my own food, in three languages!
AND don’t call me ‘dear’! |
| WOODY |
| OK, he gets the point. Could you, um, let me read his rights now? |
He makes eye contact with the uniformed officers, wordlessly urging them to help
calm JORDAN down.
| WOODY (cont’d) |
| And someone should call Ivers. |
MCDONALD looks like a train hit him.
She flips open her cell, turns around while one officer takes her arm to ‘escort’
her.
29. INT. MORGUE TRACE – EARLY EVENING
Bug and Nigel in the hall, walking toward Trace.
| NIGEL |
| I’d just like to know why it’s called a World Series when
98% of the world isn’t involved… Look, there she is! |
KATE is in trace, examining the incriminating paper. NIGEL walks in, BUG close
on his heels. Both look like they’re a cat about to dine on mouse.
| NIGEL |
| Kate! We’ve been looking for you everywhere! Where were you? |
| KATE |
| Performing a strange ritual known as ‘lunch hour’. You people
may not have to eat, but some of us do. (glance to Nigel) Carefully avoiding
yellow dye number five and excessive refined sugar. I was waiting on the
results from this test, anyway. |
| NIGEL |
| So, have you got the evidence to prove our dear Walcott innocent? |
| KATE |
| Since when did you care what happens to Walcott? |
| NIGEL |
| What? Me? I am always concerned about the welfare of our formidable DA. |
| KATE |
| I have everything under control. I got the so-called new evidence and
I’m processing it now. |
| NIGEL |
| What did the BPD crime lab get? |
| KATE |
| Apparently, they believe this paper is authentic. It was found in Ms.
Walcott’s case files. |
| BUG |
| But how many people have handled that document since it was found? |
| KATE |
| A few, but they’ve all used gloves. So far, all I have are Walcott’s
prints. |
BUG
(shocked) |
| No one else? |
KATE
(looks at him blankly) |
| Not yet. |
| NIGEL |
| Do you suppose she really interfered with this witness? I mean, she’s
Walcott but you’d never think she’d stoop this low… |
RENEE
(walks in behind him) |
| Stoop how low? |
NIGEL
(eyes just a little larger) |
| Ms. Walcott. How pleasant to see you. |
He flashes a somewhat fake smile.
| RENEE |
| Not buying it, Townsend. Dr. Switzer, what can you tell me? |
| KATE |
| Well, this page is very damning evidence. The text indicates your witness
had changed her mind but you coerced her to keep her mouth shut. It’s
a record of a meeting you had with Celia DeJong, two days before she gave
her testimony at trial. She wants to recant her original statement, says
it wasn’t the accused after all. On the bottom it says, “Situation
handled – DeJong persuaded to stick with original story”. It
also has your fingerprints. |
RENEE
(worried facial expression) |
| Impossible. |
| KATE |
| I assure you, it’s not only possible; it’s the truth. |
| RENEE |
| But… you can’t make this public. It’s false evidence! |
| KATE |
| I told you I don’t pull punches. |
| RENEE |
| So how did my prints get on something I’ve never touched? |
| NIGEL |
| Well, Bug and I were going to ask Kate here if she had checked for the
age of the ink and the paper. Those finger prints, however, seem to be the
final nail in the coffin… |
He cringes, looking at RENEE as if she’ll explode like that Hero guy
| KATE |
| Ms Walcott, I’m going to have to ask you to leave at this point.
You shouldn’t be here while we’re examining evidence in a case
in which you are a main suspect. |
RENEE sees the irony in being asked to leave.
RENEE (cont’d)
(Small laugh) |
| You’re kidding. |
RENEE (cont’d)
(looks at Kate) |
| You’re not. |
SEELY bursts in with evidence box.
| SEELY |
| OK, I got some interesting stuff here. |
| NIGEL |
| Where have you been, stealing candy from small children? |
SEELY
(makes a snarky face at Nigel) |
| I went to the evidence locker to get this box for Dr. Switzer. There was
some guy fooling around with it. He got away through a window. (beat) The
alarm system is crap. |
| RENEE |
| So anyone who wants has access to the evidence locker? |
She is perturbed, but also worried.
| SEELY |
| Well, the guys are working on that now. They think it’s an insider
job; the computer system was screwed with. Anyway, the guy didn’t
get anything. Didn’t leave prints, either. I got a glance at him,
but it was pretty quick. |
| BUG |
| Why would someone want that box? The evidence is here, that piece of paper. |
| SEELY |
| If someone is framing Ms. Walcott, and they know this paper is being re-examined,
they may want some insurance. Maybe the guy was hoping there’s something
else he can tamper with. |
| BUG |
| You’re so brilliant, I imagine you’ve figured out who this
guy is. |
| SEELY |
| We’re working on it. I’m going to interview the witness who
changed her mind. She gave an interview to the radio an hour ago. We couldn’t
find her, but the radio could. Convenient. We’ll see how well she
does at my interview. Meanwhile, Doc, can you do that thingy Nigel said,
you know with the ink? |
He gestures with his fingers as if it’s some magic.
KATE wears her usual flat facial expression, with a hint of superiority.
| KATE |
| I did, in fact, find that this was written in the past two weeks. I analyzed
the volatile components of the ink, using the Aginsky method. |
She looks pointedly at BUG and NIGEL.
| KATE (cont’d) |
| I do have some experience in this area, you know. |
| BUG |
| So, we have an insider who planted the document in her files and presumably
on her C drive. But what about the fingerprints? |
NIGEL
(to Ms. Walcott) |
| Would you ever be stupid enough to keep a document like that, let alone
leave prints? |
RENEE
(narrow eyes) |
| Never. |
| SEELY |
| Hey, on CSI the other night some guy faked a print with oil and cow blood! |
| BUG |
| Oh, please. TV shows aren’t real. You know that! |
| NIGEL |
| How would our criminal get Ms. Walcott’s print on the paper? |
| KATE |
| I don’t know how they got there, but until we have some definitive
answers, Ms. Walcott you really need to leave. |
RENEE starts to leave slowly, looking stunned.
RENEE turns around, holding the door.
| NIGEL (cont’d) |
| Do you load your own printer paper? |
| RENEE |
| I… my secretary usually takes care of it but sometimes… |
It dawns on her.
| NIGEL |
| Does it not make sense that in order to get a print on a piece of paper,
one merely needs to frequent the target person’s printer? Sooner or
later, they’d get a page with the prints. |
| BUG |
| With microscopic analysis, we could tell if the ink was on top of the
letter or not – the laser in the printer would destroy the oils left
in that print. |
He whips the paper away from KATE, who looks exasperated that the case has been
hijacked. NIGEL places it under a microscope
| NIGEL (cont’d) |
| Yeah, yeah. Here. |
He taps a computer key, and the image from the microscope appears on a large screen.
He walks over and points at the spot the print and the letter meet.
| NIGEL (cont’d) |
| See here? If the print had been made after the letters, the oils from
the finger would continue over top of the black ink. As it is, you can see
the printer has partially destroyed the print, just here and here. Assuming
this distortion is identical for all the other letters, we have more evidence
for the falsification of this document. |
| SEELY |
| If it was a computer techie, he’d have access to your office, your
computer, your printer… Have you had any computer work done recently? |
| RENEE |
| I… maybe. My secretary takes care of that. I’ve been using
my personal laptop on the campaign. |
| SEELY |
| I’ll go talk to that witness, and take a look for any computer techs
who have a motive to frame the DA. |
SEELY pauses, turns to her
| RENEE (cont’d) |
| Thank you. |
He gives a cocky smirk, nods, and leaves.
| RENEE |
| And, Dr. Swi… Kate. |
RENEE (cont’d)
(offers her hand) |
| Thank you. |
KATE
(shakes the offered hand) |
| If you’d done this, I’d have nailed you to the wall. |
| RENEE |
| And I expect nothing less. I respect that. |
The two shake hands, NIGEL and BUG both look frightened that these two have established
even a modicum of rapport.
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
30. INT. BPD TECH DEPARTMENT, HALLWAY - EVENING
SEELY is walking down the hall.
31. INT. BPD TECH DEPARTMENT, BREAK ROOM - CONTINUING
He enters a break room, with various staff sitting around.
| SEELY |
| Is there a Jeremiah Cross here? |
| CROSS |
| Yeah, that’s me. Can I help you? |
| SEELY |
| I sure hope so, could you come with me? |
He is starting to look nervous.
| SEELY |
| I just have a few questions to ask you, that’s all. |
| CROSS |
| Sure, I’m on break anyway. |
32. INT. BPD TECH DEPARTMENT, EMPTY ROOM - CONTINUING
CROSS is quiet. He follows SEELY to a desk in another room, they sit.
SEELY
(casually leans back) |
| So, Jerry, I can call you Jerry, can’t I? |
SEELY (cont’d)
(doesn’t wait for response) |
| Jerry, I was just having a chat with one Celia DeJong. It seems that she
has been coerced into changing her testimony. |
| CROSS |
| Yeah, I heard Walcott did somethin’ to get that guy put away. |
He purses lips, shakes head a little.
| SEELY (cont’d) |
| . . . Jerry, that’s what she started to say, but then I showed her
the ink on that damning little note of Walcott’s was written two weeks
ago. Funny thing when a paper that’s supposed to be two years old
has ink that’s two weeks old. |
| CROSS |
| So… why do you need to talk to me…? |
He is getting more nervous.
| SEELY |
| Well, Jer, let me tell ya, once Celia saw that, she cracked. She told
me all about her new boyfriend, this computer techie who was part of some
nut-job group trying to discredit the DA so they could make their Grand-Supreme-Nut-Job
the new DA. |
CROSS is breathing quickly, very agitated by now.
| CROSS (cont’d) |
| She’s just a stupid girl, how can you believe what she says? |
| SEELY |
| Jerry, Jerry, Jerry. |
Cocky attitude, he knows he’s got this one in the bag.
| SEELY (cont’d) |
| When she told me her boyfriend’s name, I did a quick check. I found
out this boyfriend works here. Go figure! A computer tech, who can get into
the DA’s office, take paper, get access to her files and her C Drive…
Someone with connections to that bunch of nut-jobs… looks a lot like
the guy I saw in the evidence locker this afternoon. Guess you joined them
after your security check to work here, hey Jer? |
| SEELY |
| You’re gonna need one. Let’s go. |
They both stand, SEELY gets out his cuffs and begins the Miranda rights, but CROSS
suddenly takes off running.
| SEELY |
| Hey! FREEZE! Someone stop him! |
SEELY runs after him.
33. INT. BPD PRECINCT HALLWAY - CONTINUING
CROSS is running down the hall, when a door opens and WOODY leads out DOCTOR
MCDONALD. CROSS is looking over his shoulder, and runs right into MCDONALD.
They both fall.
| SEELY |
| Stop him! Hoyt – don’t let him get up! |
JORDAN puts her foot on MCDONALD’s neck.
| JORDAN |
| It’s OK, Woody, I’ve got this one. |
WOODY subdues CROSS, waits for a panting SEELY to catch up. A few other officers
are there, to get MCDONALD from JORDAN and hand WOODY some handcuffs.
| WOODY |
| Hey, Seely, you lose something? |
| SEELY |
| Nah, I never had it. Thanks. Now, Mr. Cross, sit down in here. And no
more running, this is a police station, you’d have to be way smarter
than you are to get out of here. |
| WOODY |
| With Seely? Who knows? |
34. INT. BPD PRECINCT HALLWAY – A FEW MOMENTS LATER
IVERS, JORDAN and WOODY are standing around talking. IVERS jaw is wired shut,
but he can speak well enough to be understood. SEELY walks up.
| SEELY |
| Hey, thanks Hoyt. That was pretty good timing! Good thing your perp’s
a lard-ball; he made a great wall! |
| WOODY |
| Anytime I can help a fellow detective… |
SEELY nods with a smile and heads into the interrogation room.
| IVERS |
| I listened to the audio, Jordan, and you’re brilliant! If you ever
get tired of slicing up dead people, I’m sure we could find a job
for you at the special prosecutor’s office. |
| WOODY |
| Uh, by the look of your jaw, I don’t think that’s a good idea… |
JORDAN deliberately puts her arm around WOODY’s waist.
| JORDAN |
| I knew who was at the other end of the microphone, so it was easy. And
maybe you should stick to prosecuting bureaucrats – you’re not
so great in the undercover department. |
IVERS
(smirk) |
| I think you may be right. Well, we all have our |
