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Episode #VS701


Hold That Thought

Crossing Jordan Virtual Season 7

“Hold That Thought”

“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

Suit #1
Suit #2
Laurel, Garret's nurse
Guard #1
Guard #2
Special Agent Shiny Shoes
Pamela Green, coffee-bearer
Julie, file clerk
M. Dav, morgue diener

SET LIST

INTERIORS
THE MORGUE
          JORDAN’S OFFICE
          CONFERENCE ROOM
          GARRET’S OFFICE
          TRACE
          HALLWAY
THE HOSPITAL
          GARRET’S ROOM
DEPARTMENT OF HOMELAND SECURITY (D.H.S)
          LOBBY
          HALLWAY
          TEMPORARY OFFICE

EXTERIORS
          SIDEWALK NEAR D.H.S
          OUTSIDE CELL HIDEOUT

TEASER

 

Born Free

1. INT. JORDAN’S OFFICE – MORNING (7:15 A.M)


Instrumental version of “Born Free” plays in the background.
Camera comes up on the African Savannah. In the distance we see an elephant. Closer up is a lioness lying stately, watching over three cubs that play in the late afternoon sun.Camera pulls back and angle swivels until we see a close-up on Jordan’s face, still scabbed over from the crash. A light smile plays on her face. The camera pulls back further to reveal Woody’s face, next to hers. He glances over at Jordan.

Jordan and Woody

WOODY
You were serious about this?

JORDAN
(distracted)

Un huh.

WOODY
Wow. I kind of thought… You know.

JORDAN
I wouldn’t go through with it?

WOODY
(sheepish)
Well, I mean… yeah.

JORDAN
Nope. I meant it.


WOODY raises one eyebrow, says nothing, but tenses.

JORDAN (cont’d)
(smiling more, eyes twinkling)
ALL of it, Woody.

WOODY
(relaxing, smiling)
Well, then… (points toward something in front of them)
How about this one? Looks like we’d – uh – you’d have fun.

Camera pulls back further and we see Jordan‘s computer; she is at an on-line travel website, checking out available safari packages.

JORDAN
(nods, gives Woody sidelong glance)
Two weeks. They guarantee sightings of lions, hippos and-

 

KATE
(enters Jordan’s office without knocking)
Don’t book your tickets just yet.

JORDAN and WOODY
(look up at her in confusion)

KATE (cont’d)
I just got off the phone with the Governor’s office. Homeland Security is on the way up to talk to us about what happened on the Venezia.

 

JORDAN
We already talked to the feds.

 

KATE
Apparently, there’s a sister cell out there and they’re probably in Boston by now.

 

Crossing Jordan Theme

HARD CUT to opening sequence. Familiar “Crossing Jordan” theme music plays, along with images of Jordan, Macy, Lily, Bug, Nigel, Kate and Woody.

 

ACT 1


2. INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - MORNING (7:42 A.M.)

Boxes of doughnuts, empty Styrofoam cups and take out boxes litter the table. We pan over the mess until we reach Jordan sitting at the end seat, arms folded defensively.
Beside her two men in suits sit, obviously they are government officials of some sort. They are in a standoff.
SUIT #1 seems to be choosing his next move carefully. Finally…

SUIT #1
Dr. Cavanaugh….

SUIT #1 hesitates and glances at his partner who is looking more annoyed by the minute.

SUIT #1 (cont’d)
We at the Department of Homeland Security are VERY conscious of the emotional stress you and the other survivors of the crash are under but—

JORDAN cuts him off.

JORDAN
(Curtly)
You forgot the FAMILIES of those 5 people who died on the plane and the crew members aboard that ship.

 

SUIT #2’s face displays his lack of patience with JORDAN’S stalling. The people on the plane and ship are nothing compared to the numbers they could be looking at with the next possible disaster.
Her lack of cooperation becomes too much and finally he speaks.

SUIT #2
We need to know EVERYTHING you know about those men on the ship.

 


3. INT. CONFERENCE ROOM – 8:27 A.M.

Camera cuts to WOODY now at the end of the table where Jordan was, sitting in much the same position though professional courtesy has compelled him to answer what he can.

WOODY
(sighs and tiredly rubs his neck, speaks calmly)
18 of the 20 people on board dead. All without a clear COD, one survivor died quickly upon arrival to the hospital, the other lived long enough to repeat the same phrase over and over…

 

SUIT #1
(Reading from a file)
We have to stop them. Did you have any idea what that meant at the time?

 

 

4. INT. CONFERENCE ROOM – 9:43 A.M.

Camera turns to NIGEL now sitting in the hot seat. His arm is in a sling held to his chest. He looks tired.

NIGEL
Initially I’d thought maybe radiation…(his face belies his ACTUAL gut feelings of pirates or aliens)…or poison. Some kind of attack by…a group of…individuals collectively engaging in acts of…robbery and…other illegal activity…

(The SUITS look at each other unimpressed)

SUIT #1
Pirates, Dr. Townsend?

 

NIGEL (Irately)
Did I SAY Pirates?

 

SUIT #2
And when was it that you first believed this may have been some kind of terror plot?

 

 

5. INT. GARRET’S HOSPITAL ROOM – 12:22 P.M.

GARRET is in the hot seat but this time it is a bed in BUMC and SUIT #1 and SUIT #2 each sit in a plastic chair on either side of the bed.

GARRET looks much better than the last time we saw him. He’s recovering well. His nurse, LAUREL, checks his i.v., while giving the two SUITS a warning look. She exits.

Garret being interviewed

GARRET
(Quietly, slight strain in his voice is telling of the pain he is still in)
Detective Hoyt noticed the snow around the feet of a crew member was melted and Dr. Cavanaugh discovered Ammonium Nitrate on the man’s boots and—

SUIT #2 cuts off GARRET. This guy is a real prick.

SUIT #2
--Could have been fertilizer for all she knew.

GARRET can tell the man has clearly spoken with JORDAN already. A long glance over the man’s body language and the tightening of his jaw as he says ‘she’ tells GARRET that JORDAN was less than forthcoming with her information.

GARRET
(Less cooperative now)
He had diesel fuel on his hands. We gathered trace inside the plane, The thirteen crew members found locked in the bunk room displayed obvious signs of starvation and imprisonment.

GARRET is on a roll now so he pauses to check his temper.

GARRET (cont’d)
The other five bodies we believed to be the terrorists who took over the ship and the two crew members found on the manifest who were NOT locked up we believed to be the inside men who allowed the terrorists access onto the ship. They had plans of the Charlestown bridge in some of the belongings we found on the ship.

 

SUIT #1
So you believe they intended to bomb the Charlestown Bridge in Boston?

 

 

6. INT. CONFERENCE ROOM – 2:08 P.M.

KATE is being questioned. She rolls her eyes at SUIT #1 and smirks.

KATE
(Deadpan)
No, I thought maybe they were planning a surprise birthday party for one of their fellow terrorists…The big present must have been the nerve gas, probably why they swallowed it because you know, the element of surprise is a big hit with these low life scum-sucking bastards.

SUITS #1 and #2 look at each other; this investigation is REALLY not going well

 


7. INT. CONFERENCE ROOM – 4:37 P.M.

We see JORDAN sitting still, quiet. Her thoughts are far away. Her eyes fall on the pictures of the two navigators who sacrificed their lives to thwart the terror plan on the table in front of her.

JORDAN
(more cooperative now that she is discussing the final moments aboard that ship)
They were the real heroes…not many people would have been willing to sacrifice themselves but those two crewmen….they did it, probably without even considering another option…

JORDAN laughs humorlessly.

JORDAN (cont’d)
…and here we thought they were working WITH the terrorists.

 

SUIT #1
(nods in gentle understanding)
They were heroes. The city of Boston is in their debt. And they will be in yours and your friends when we catch these sons of bitches involved in this new terror cell Dr. Cavanaugh…Thank you for your time.

SUIT #2 is already up and headed for the door when SUIT #1 stands to leave.

JORDAN looks up startled and stands as well.

JORDAN
That’s it? Our involvement is over in this case? Those people are out there RIGHT now, we should be collecting evidence, following up with witnesses—

 

SUIT #2
(cuts her off)

And WE plan to do just that Dr. Cavanaugh…this is a matter of Homeland Security.

There is no room for argument as he and SUIT #1 leave the room and JORDAN stands there fuming. She reaches into her pocket for her cell phone.

 

JORDAN
(To herself)
Well, this is MY homeland you arrogant little sh…


8. INT. CONFERENCE ROOM – THE MORNING FOLLOWING INTERVIEWS

Seated around the table are BUG, LILY, JORDAN, WOODY, and NIGEL, with KATE at the head of the table. She has a neat stack of files in front of her.

KATE
As Acting Chief Medical Examiner, I want to thank you for being here…

She looks at JORDAN.

KATE (cont’d)
…on time. I’m aware that I’m…

She pauses and stares at the table, searching for the right words; her expression suggests she’s a little more hurt than she’d like to admit.

KATE (cont’d)
…not popular here. I fully expect everyone to bury their personal feelings and behave like mature professionals.

She looks at NIGEL this time.

JORDAN
(patronizing smirk)
Don’t worry; we’ll listen to you just as well as we listened to Garret.

 

KATE
(flat, sarcastic voice)
Gee, thanks.

There is another brief pause, the almost-hurt look is gone and KATE seems relieved.

KATE (cont’d)
On to the morning’s business: Detective Hoyt, thank you for being here. DHS has asked that we keep out of the way of the terrorism investigation-

 

JORDAN
Of course they did, since when did ANY federal agency respect the intelligence of local authorities? They think we’re all in forensics kindergarten!

 

KATE
For some reason -

KATE looks at JORDAN.

KATE (cont’d)
-they think we may be inclined to get involved. They asked me to ensure this doesn’t happen.

She gives another glance at JORDAN and NIGEL.

KATE (cont’d)

So, I have your assignments for today, along with the request that you, in fact, stay out of….

 

BUG
(downcast eyes but voice firm with resolve)
I’m not talking to them, so don’t worry about me. If they want anything, they can subpoena my notes. I’m just not…. (emotional pause) I’m just not.

 

LILY
I don’t think anyone should talk to those…people. (puts hands over BUG’S) This case, it just isn’t a good thing. This is international terrorism, we’re talking about, not some -

LILY pauses, her free hand flutters around as she looks at JORDAN.

LILY (cont’d)
- jealous spouse!

 

WOODY
Just follow protocol, people; it’s not difficult. No matter how we feel emotionally about the case, it makes sense to let the terrorist experts take out the terrorist cell, right? (Looks to JORDAN hopefully)

 

NIGEL
Yeah, but what happens when the suits screw up?

 

WOODY
Nige, you’re not an American citizen. Don’t you think, I mean, wouldn’t it make sense for you especially to kind of lay low on this one?

 

NIGEL
I don’t mean for us to become anti-terrorist shock-troops. I’m saying that it’s a dangerous situation, and whatever we do – not that we’re going to do anything, per se – but if any of us were to do anything, it would need to be done with plenty of forethought. Jumping into an investigation which involves evil of this magnitude, well, it’s just unwise. (looks at JORDAN)

 

JORDAN
(looks ticked off)
Okay, why is every one looking at me?

 

BUG
Well, there’s Malden’s murder….

 

NIGEL
Um, the Digger case….

 

WOODY
How about the Albanian thing?

 

LILY
Your mother’s murder….

 

JORDAN
Okay, I get it. But I’ve seen too many federal investigations. They think they can just waltz in here and take over a case; start from scratch when we have first hand knowledge. How much sense does that make?

 

NIGEL
(a little more light hearted, with a small smirk)
Jordan, you’re asking how much sense the government makes. You realize that’s a question with no answer, right, Luv?

 

JORDAN
Exactly my point. We have to make sure they don’t screw this up. It’s too important; people’s lives are at stake. We all live here; our lives are at stake!

 

BUG
(more animated, worried now for JORDAN)
Jordan, stay out of it. You’ll just get yourself into trouble.

 

WOODY
Bug’s right, Jordan. Stay out of it, please? We catch murderers, not international terrorists.

 

KATE
(loud, firm voice)
Excuse me people, but we are at work. In a workplace, people take assignments from their boss and complete them in a timely manner. There is no need for extra-curricular activity. This morgue is assigned with the task of determining time, cause and manner of death. Since there are no dead bodies in this case, our presence is not required. Am I understood?

She looks around. BUG and JORDAN don’t make eye contact; everyone else at least pretends to agree.

KATE (cont’d)
Good. And Jordan, you work for the state of Massachussetts, not the DHS. Remember that.

 

JORDAN stands up, picks up her file and leaves with no expression on her face.

ALL, EXCEPT KATE, exchange significant looks.

NIGEL
(same smirk as for the government comment)
Uh, Kate? You may not have noticed this before but Jordan doesn’t usually do well with taking orders…

KATE exhales, closes her eyes.


9. EXT. SIDEWALK NEAR D.H.S. – LATE AFTERNOON

Camera pans to busy street. JORDAN is walking down the sidewalk, dressed to kill, cell phone pressed to her ear, coffee in the other hand.

JORDAN
Nigel, I understand what you’re trying to say. Really I do…

NIGEL says that obviously that no, she really doesn’t understand, but all we hear is muffled phone talk.

JORDAN
Come on, you know I respect you and your feelings – and your feelings for her.

JORDAN rolls eyes for any passer-by who might notice. We hear more muffled replies.

JORDAN (cont’d)
No, no. You’re wrong. I do respect Kate. She’s a hell of an ME. But Nige, you know and I know…and Woody knows….and Garret knows…and Bug knows…and Lily knows … that most of the time the Feds don’t know their ass from a hole in the ground…and in this case a really big hole. The kind a bomb makes. Kate… obviously she’s not going to push to make sure the Feds do this right. Alright…you know what I think? I think she wants to dump this whole thing in their lap. That way she’ll be able to believe she’s completely innocent when they screw it up.

JORDAN pauses as she takes the last sip of her coffee and tosses the cup in a trashcan.

JORDAN (cont’d)
And you know the Feds will screw it up….

We hear more muffled response.

JORDAN
(getting louder)
I don’t care what Kate said…No…I’m not disobeying orders…exactly. I’d just like to get a look at the file and see… what DHS knows and isn’t telling us…I’m not getting involved….not really.

She stops outside a nondescript building, squints in the bright sunshine to read the lettering on the door before pushing the doors open to go inside.

 

10. INT – D.H.S. LOBBY – CONTINUING

JORDAN (cont’d)
I swear I’m just going to ask a few questions. (gets louder) Then stall for God’s sake. Tell her I had to go see my doctor at lunch. (really loudly). Kate doesn’t know what she’s doing… Just tell her I’ll be back as soon as I can. Yeah. That’s right. Lie. You can blame me or thank me later. Look, I’m here. I gotta go.

She flips the phone shut and scans the room, walking over to the front desk where two men are standing. She approaches the sappiest looking male of the two.

JORDAN (cont’d)
(smiling sweetly)
Hi. I’m Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh, with the medical examiner’s office. I need to speak to the man in charge.

She rolls eyes toward the sappiest looking male.

JORDAN (cont’d)
And that would obviously be you, right?

 

GUARD #1
Dr….Cavanaugh?

 

JORDAN
Just Jordan will be fine.

She holds out a hand for him to shake.

JORDAN
And you would be?

 

GUARD #1
(still holding her hand)
The man who gets to take you to dinner?

JORDAN and GUARD #1 both chuckle while GUARD #2 has his turn to roll his eyes.

JORDAN
(charming “Miss Congeniality”)
Oh. Um. We’ll see.

 

GUARD #1
Chester. My name’s Chester.

 

JORDAN
Well… Chester…You see it’s like this…I need a favor.

 

GUARD #1
A favor? From Homeland Security or from me?

 

JORDAN
(more giggles)
More like from Homeland Security…You see, I was involved in that airplane crash a few days ago…the one where bomb making residue was found and the plans to blow up that bridge…

GUARD #2 is looking more concerned and moves closer to where GUARD #1 and JORDAN are talking.

GUARD #1
Involved with the plane crash? And just how were you involved in the plane crash, Dr. Cav- Jordan?

 

JORDAN
(still smiling, playing GUARD #1 like a violin)
I was in it.


GUARD #2 definitely has perked up his ears and has moved to run interference between JORDAN and GUARD #1.

GUARD #2
So you’re that Dr. Cavanaugh.

 

JORDAN
(turning her attention to GUARD #2)
I’m sorry….this is sort of a private conversation…

GUARD #2 crosses his arms and moves between GUARD #1 and JORDAN, making JORDAN deal directly with him now.

GUARD #2
There is no such thing as a private conversation in Homeland Security, Dr. Cavanaugh. How can I help you?

 

JORDAN
(steps back slightly and sizes up this guy)
My statement…I gave a statement to DHS earlier this week…and I forgot to include some information about one of the victims – the bomber, actually. I wanted to take a look at my statement and make sure that everything is in it, if possible.

JORDAN inches toward office doors.

GUARD #2
I’m afraid not, Dr. Cavanaugh (moves to prevent her from getting to the doors) Your statement has been filed and it’s highly irregular to let someone change their signed statement….

JORDAN continues to move towards office doors that clearly say “No Admittance.” Charm is now out the window.

JORDAN
(louder voice)
But…you have to understand. I was still in shock…the crash…the cold nights on that mountain…wondering if we’d get out alive…Dr. Macy being injured….It only stands to reason that I would forget something…..

 

GUARD #2
(tries hard to keep up without causing a scene and is failing miserably)
Dr. Cavanaugh, I will be glad to take down additional information, but there’s no way I can let you see your statement. I can, however, take your number and have the agent in charge give you a call.

 

JORDAN
(stridently)
Please…just let me back into one of your private offices. I’ll look over my statement, you can take down the additional information and I’ll be out of here before you know it….

 

GUARD #2
There’s no way. (nods to doors) Those doors are marked “No Admittance” for a reason.

JORDAN is losing all pretense of diplomacy and patience.

JORDAN
(still getting louder)
Why? Could it be that you folks in Homeland Security are trying to hide something in that crash file? Is that why I can’t see my statement? I was there…I did trace on the bodies. It seems that you might want me to make sure my statement is accurate and complete. Instead you and Mr.…Mr.….Wimpy here-

She gestures at GUARD #1.

JORDAN (cont’d)
-don’t seem to want my complete and full cooperation when I’m here to give it. How do you think your superiors would handle that information? Better yet, how do you think the media would handle that information? What kind of department is this? Oh….that’s right….this is a federal department.
The Ipcress File - John Barry

She doesn’t notice the doors behind her opening quietly.

GUARD #2
(trying, failing to calm her down)
Dr. Cavanaugh –

 

JORDAN
(still on a roll)
Who’s in charge here? Who do I need to talk to? Who is the prick that is heading this up…?

DREW HALEY eases completely out of the “No Admittance” doors and stands behind JORDAN.

HALEY
That prick would be me.

JORDAN’S head snaps around and she and HALEY exchange meaningful, long looks; his is amused; hers is uncomfortable.

 

END OF ACT ONE

 

 


ACT TWO


11.INT. D.H.S. HALLWAY – CONTINUING

We see JORDAN and HALEY walking toward an office.

HALEY
I really wasn’t all that surprised to see your name on the witness list. Anyone who gets herself buried alive would manage to get herself in the middle of a plane crash on a remote mountain.

He pauses at a door and looks at her.

HALEY (cont’d)
I just have one question.

 

JORDAN
(nervous)
What?

 

HALEY
What took you so long? I thought you’d be here yesterday….


HALEY smirks down at her as he opens a door and lets her enter in front of him.


12. INT. D.H.S. TEMPORARY OFFICE – CONTINUING

JORDAN pauses just inside the door and turns around as HALEY continues.

HALEY
(sighs)
Is there any point in telling you I shouldn’t let you see the material on this investigation?

JORDAN shoots him a look which says, “you’re kidding, right?”

HALEY (cont’d)
Yeah, I kinda figured.

 

JORDAN
You need me, Haley. I was there, I saw everything, Garret and I figured out what it all meant…

JORDAN looks at him, still nervous that he’ll try to kick her out. HALEY gives her an appraising look and then rolls his eyes.

HALEY
Okay, okay. You’d just go off on your own, anyway.

 

 

13. INT. D.H.S. TEMPORARY OFFICE – AROUND 6 P.M.

We see JORDAN and HALEY sitting at the table. There’s a third chair, empty. They’re seated very close together. There are no windows in the room and aside from the table and three chairs there’s no furniture. Two paper coffee cups are on the table, as well as a scattering of files. They’ve probably been at this for a while. The door opens and PAMELA GREEN enters, bringing them fresh coffee. They murmur their thanks and smile at her, grateful for the added caffeine fuel. HALEY even winks at her.

JORDAN
(annoyed, slapping a file for emphasis)
What do you mean? You don’t need permission to question her, it’s obviously -

 

HALEY
(joking tone)
Hey! If you’re not going to do this the right way, I can still have you removed from the building.

 

JORDAN
What? You wanted an opinion from a medical examiner – you got one. Besides, I have super powers. To fight them only makes you weaker.

 

HALEY
But you’re not considering this photo… (points to a file) It’s important!

 

JORDAN
Look at this one…

She reaches in front of him to get another file, just as a file clerk, JULIE, enters carrying another stack of files. JORDAN grimaces.

JORDAN (cont’d)
There's more?

 

HALEY
(wry)
They told us we were going paperless. (beat) They lied.

JORDAN nods in understanding. HALEY thanks JULIE, who exits.

HALEY (cont’d)
You were saying...?

 

JORDAN (cont’d)
This one- this test result is dicked up. Who did the initial trace? It sure wasn’t us.

 

Before HALEY can answer, the door opens. GUARD #2 ushers in WOODY, who stops in his tracks and tries to hide a concerned look when he sees how close JORDAN and HALEY are.

Three's a crowd

WOODY
Jordan! When Kate told you to stay away from this case, I was crazy enough to really hope you’d listen for once. She’s going to kill you, you know that, right?

 

HALEY
(to Jordan)
Kate? Isn’t Macy your boss?


JORDAN
Kate Switzer is the interim CME while Garret recovers from the crash.

 

HALEY
(amused smirk)
And she thinks she can put you on a leash?

 

JORDAN
(charming smile)
Yeah, well Garret tried that and I chewed through it. The one before that got kicked in the nuts.

JORDAN reads the file absentmindedly

JORDAN (cont’d)
(flirty)
They all learn.

 

WOODY
(bright sarcastic smile)
So, Jordan, are you going to introduce me to your ‘friend’, or would you have to kill me?

HALEY answers before JORDAN even registers she’s being spoken to.

HALEY
Special Agent Haley, FBI Profiling. And you’re my BPD liaison…?

 

WOODY
Detective Woody Hoyt, Homicide. And yes, I am the ‘lucky’ one who pulled this assignment.

HALEY offers a handshake which WOODY ignores.

HALEY
(silent question in his tone)
And you know Jordan.

 

JORDAN
(looks up briefly)
Uh, yeah. Woody and I work together…

 

WOODY
We work together. A lot.


WOODY sits in the third chair beside JORDAN without being asked.

HALEY narrows his eyes, clearly thinking Woods is the country bumpkin type.

HALEY
(superior attitude)
I worked with her too, a few years ago. (beat) So, how did you ‘pull this assignment’? This is a complex investigation…

 

WOODY
(slightly bragging tone)
Well, besides my experience in homicide, I was on that boat, I was on that plane, I kept everyone alive up there, and I got the radio signal out. My Captain thought you could use someone who understands the case.

HALEY’S face suggests he’s not really impressed.

HALEY
Really.

 

WOODY
Besides, when I heard Jordan was AWOL, it wasn’t hard to get Nigel to tell me where she was.

JORDAN is still buried in the files.

JORDAN
(mumbling)
Who organized these files?

HALEY looks at Jordan with a hint of a smile.

HALEY
Yeah, she’s the most… persistent ME I’ve ever worked with.

JORDAN looks up slowly, becoming aware they’re talking about her.

JORDAN
(suspicious)
What? What about me?

 

WOODY
(patronizingly)
‘Agent Haley’ –

 

HALEY
Special Agent –

 

WOODY
(ignoring HALEY)
-here was just telling me you haven’t changed much.

 

HALEY
No, I didn’t say that. She has changed, a lot… I see, less frantic energy, more control. The emotion is still there, still strong, but… she’s using it, now.

HALEY looks directly at Jordan.

HALEY (cont’d)
(smiling)
And I still think they’re blue.

JORDAN blushes, a little, then smiles and shakes her head.

JORDAN
Would you please stop profiling me? Besides, what makes you think I’d be wearing any now?

 

WOODY
(looking obviously jealous).
What case did you two work on, anyway? It must have been big if he can do that profile voodoo on you…

WOODY waves his fingers in a “spooky way.”

HALEY
(looking into her eyes)
It was pretty intense. (looks to Woody) And profiling is NOT voodoo. (looks to Jordan) An inexact science, but definitely not voodoo.


WOODY clears his throat, puts his arm on the back of Jordan’s chair. JORDAN closes the file, rolling her eyes at the alpha male posturing, and smiles like they’re a couple of little boys fighting over a cookie.

WOODY
Well, I’d have to say, crashing on a frozen mountain without food or shelter was ‘pretty intense.’

 

JORDAN
(flat, sarcastic tone)

Should I go ‘powder my nose’ so you two can swap war stories? Oh, and while I’m out, I’ll just solve this case, okay?

 

WOODY
(Looking at Haley)
You have war stories?

 

HALEY
(Meeting the look with his own glare)
You don’t?

 

JORDAN
(rolls her eyes again)
Right, I’m out of here. You’ve got five minutes, have at ‘er.

 

HALEY
No, no, I have to go check in with Washington. You two stay here, I’ll be right back.

HALEY exits, continuing to glare at WOODY.

WOODY
(eyes wide)
So… what’s ‘blue’?

JORDAN is trying to be nonchalant and puts the files aside, focusing on WOODY, her face and body language reassuring.

JORDAN
It’s an old joke. Ya had to be there.

 

WOODY
(also trying to be nonchalant)
… had to be there. Right.


WOODY absent mindedly picks up a file.

WOODY (cont’d)
You and your ‘friend’, Agent… Agent Shiny Shoes… you know each other well, eh?

 

JORDAN
Yeah, you could say that. We only worked one case, but…

 

WOODY
(impatient)
… but? But what?

 

JORDAN
Like Haley said, it was intense.

 

WOODY
Intense – intense… Work with me here, Jordan. That can mean a lot of things.

JORDAN takes his hand and looks him straight in the eye.

JORDAN
Look. We are here to save Boston from terrorists. Let’s just get this case solved, alright?

 

WOODY
(clearly running short on patience)
Fine.

WOODY takes his hand back, looks at a paper, eyes narrow a little.

WOODY (cont’d)
(mutters)
The sooner the better.

 

JORDAN
(threatening tone, she’s run out of patience too)
Woody!

HALEY re-enters and pauses, looking at the tense body language of JORDAN and WOODY.

HALEY
(sarcastic tone)
Well, isn’t this going to be fun.

 

WOODY flashes one of his bright ‘I’m not going to like this’ smiles.

ALL sit silently, taking files and flipping through them.

 

 

14. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – SAME AFTERNOON
SUIT #1 and SUIT #2 are sitting in front of the desk opposite KATE.
KATE is reading a file tapping her pen on the desk in a steady, LOUD staccato. SUIT #1 looks like he’s ready to throttle her.
SUIT #1 clears his throat. KATE stops drumming her pen and slowly looks up at him

KATE
Excuse me, I’m trying to concentrate.

 

SUIT #1
Dr Switzer, all we need is your signature. You’re the last one. Then we’re done here.

 

KATE
Do you just sign every piece of paper someone shoves under your nose?

 

SUIT #1
It’s just the transcript of your statement.

 

KATE
Who typed this up?

 

SUIT #2
I did.

 

KATE
Let me tell you how comforting it is to know that the government trusts the security of the free world to agents who apparently skipped seventh grade English. Or are you just the exception to the rule?

 

SUIT #2
Huh?

 

KATE
Here on page three (points to paper) On finding the door unlocked, it was opened to check for additional bodies. The words dangling participial mean more than some old sophomoric joke.

KATE clicks open the pen and scribbles out the line.

KATE (cont’d)
(writes while speaking)
Since the door ….was unlocked,… the authorities opened it to check …for more bodies….

 

SUIT #1
(humoring her)
Dr. Switzer, this is just a paperwork drill. You know how bureaucratic the Powers That Be are. All that anybody worries about is your signature….

SUIT #1 leans over the desk and flips the papers to the final page.

SUIT #1 (cont’d)
…right here…on the last page. Just your signa….

 

KATE
(cuts him off)
I know where to sign. I’m not finished reading it yet. Just give me the rest of it and I’ll finish up as quickly as I can.

 

SUIT #2
(jumpy)
The rest of it?

 

KATE
There has to be a missing page. I don’t see anything about the chemical signature of the nerve gas.

 

SUIT #1
(Straightens tie)
I assure you the report is complete.

 

KATE
No, no…we ran tests that showed a variant in the methylphosphonothiolate used in the formulation of the VX agent.

(SUIT #2 shifts in his seat an looks at SUIT #1, who is still looking at KATE.

SUIT #2
Yes, well, that was deemed moot.

 

KATE
(mirthless)
Moot? I could also wake up tomorrow morning to discover an asteroid the size of Bulgaria crashed into Massachusetts making this whole paperwork drill - not the mention Boston - moot.

 

SUIT #1
Your point?

 

KATE
Nothing I said in my statement is moot. I want it put back.

 

SUIT #1
(clucks)
That’s impossible.

 

KATE
What do you mean?

 

SUIT #1
I’m afraid all I can tell you is that it’s a matter of national security.

 

KATE
(incredulously)
Let me get this right. Terrorists hijack a freighter in the middle of North Atlantic to facilitate a large scale attack and your office welcomes the press corps to the debrief. Yet, the fact that they were killed by a nerve gas that any twelve year old kid with a computer could tell you is made with traceable materials… and that is a matter of national security?

 

SUIT #1
We appreciate all the work you and your people have done, especially in the wake of the plane crash, but…

 

KATE
(holds her hand up)
You people been shoveling policy and platitudes since we got off that mountain. No matter how you spin it, it still smells like a heaping pile of----

 

SUIT #1
(cuts her off)
You’re making far too much out of this.

 

KATE
I don’t know about you, but I take my job seriously and, unless this report reflects my testimony, I’m not signing it.

 

SUIT #1
We can get a court order, but I don’t think you’d like the ramifications.

 

KATE
Do what you have to do.

KATE stands, handing them the paper.

KATE (cont’d)
If you don’t mind we’re a little behind schedule here. So, unless you want to continue this discussion over a body in Autopsy, I believe we’re finished here.

SUIT #1 and SUIT #2 stand. SUIT #2 puts unsigned paperwork in his briefcase.

SUIT #1
Very well. We’ll be in touch.

 



 
15. INT. TRACE – MOMENTS LATER

NIGEL is sitting at his desk. He is holding his sling and arm close to his chest. It‘s obvious his injuries are hurting. He pulls a prescription bottle out of the top drawer of his desk.

NIGEL struggles to open the prescription bottle with one hand. After repeat attempts he begins to try to pry it with the edge of his desk. He becomes more frustrated and begins to pound the bottle against the edge in earnest.

NIGEL
Oh, bloody hell.

 

KATE enters and strides directly to a box of bagged evidence. She digs through the bags, swearing under her breath. What she is looking for is missing.

KATE
Where’s Bug?

NIGEL is still desperately looking for a way to open his prescription bottle

NIGEL
Whaa?

KATE grabs the bottle out of NIGEL’S hand, opens it, and hands it back.

KATE
Bug.

 

NIGEL
(tiredly)
I assume he went home. Which I’m planning on doing as soon as my cab arrives.

 

KATE
Cancel it. We need to get the bodies back up here.

 

NIGEL
(jaundiced eye)
Bodies? At last count there are 107 down in the crypt. You’ll have to be more specific.

 

KATE
The group from the Venezia.

 

NIGEL
(shaking his head)
CSU’s already been over them. Everybody from J Edger to the goons from DHS…have been over them. Unless you are planning on calling in Sylvia Brown, I don’t think we’ll be able to get anything more out of them.

 

KATE
We’re not looking for anything new. We’re just finding what we already did.

 

NIGEL
I maybe working in an Oxycodone fog but wouldn’t that be moot?

 
KATE gives him the evil eye.

KATE
The collection bags have already been confiscated and if we don’t work fast the bodies will be. DHS is trying to bury evidence.

 

NIGEL
(perks up)
What? Why?

 

KATE
I don’t know, but as long as I’m in charge they’re not going to get away with it.

NIGEL pulls out cell and walks to the door.

NIGEL
I’ll see if I can track Bug down.

 

KATE
Make it quick or we may just be calling him to see if he can bail us out of jail.

 

END OF ACT TWO

 

 

ACT THREE

16. INT. BPD 19th PRECINCT – DURING THE HUSTLE OF THE WORK DAY

The camera pans down the hallway of the precinct. We follow to an open door with Detective Woodrow Hoyt stenciled onto it and see WOODY sitting with his feet up on his desk, watching JORDAN and HALEY discussing the case in the bullpen across from his open door. WOODY is trying to look occupied with the file propped up on his knee but he is straining to hear any part of what they might be discussing over the phones ringing and other detectives talking around JORDAN and HALEY.

WOODY’S interrupted when his phone rings and he picks it up, casting one last irritated look towards JORDAN and HALEY before he finally reaches for it.

WOODY
(passively)
Hoyt.

 

17. INT. MORGUE TRACE – CONTINUING

We see NIGEL looking around the morgue and ducking his head before he speaks in to the phone.

NIGEL
(hushed)
Hey…! Hey…Woodrow….

 

NIGEL looks around again before continuing as he settles back into his chair a little more comfortably, realizing no one is in his immediate area.

NIGEL (cont’d)
I…well, we need your help with something and you need to keep this discussion on the DL, comprendé?

 

18. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE – CONTINUING

WOODY rolls his eyes and sighs; it’s the sigh of a long suffering man.

WOODY
Nigel… I’m SOOOO not in the mood for one of your…

 

WOODY waves a hand around and it eventually settles on his forehead and scrubs down his face.

WOODY (cont’d)
… crackpot…conspiracy…hush hush…special ops bull sh—

 

19. MORGUE TRACE – CONTINUING

NIGEL
(interrupts)
Woody!


NIGEL ducks again when he realizes his voice has risen almost to the point of drawing attention to himself.

NIGEL (cont’d)
(hissed in a sharp whisper)
Would you just… listen for one bloody second?

 

20. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE – CONTINUING

WOODY keeps his eyes on JORDAN and HALEY. There is a long pause as he watches HALEY lean in to tell JORDAN something, to which she chuckles softly.

WOODY
I’m listening.

While NIGEL begins to explain, WOODY watches the banter between JORDAN and HALEY closely.

NIGEL (voiceover)
(in typical cryptic Nigel fashion)
Well….seems our ‘friends’ at homeland security decided to conveniently leave details out of our acting Chief’s official report.


Over the line, NIGEL waits a beat to see if WOODY will take the bait.

WOODY realizes he has to just play along with NIGEL’S game of stringing him along.

WOODY
(sarcastically)
Bated breath Nigel…that’s what I’m waiting with.

 

NIGEL (voiceover)
\Well, according to Kate, they’re burying the specifics of the tox screen which CLEARLY identifies a variant in the methylphosphonothiolate used in the formulation of the VX age—

 

WOODY
(interrupts NIGEL now)
…Okay…I didn’t understand ANY of that but if you’re trying to tell me that the department of homeland security is saying they’re OKAY with details being left out of an official report… (sits up and loosens his collar) …then we’re going to need to find out why they’re suddenly having a change of heart after grilling our asses for the last few days.



21. INT. MORGUE TRACE – CONTINUING

NIGEL nods and looks around the room again before he answers.

NIGEL
…Which is exactly what we’re doing…now what we need from you mate is to keep this… investigation off Agent Haley’s radar. You know how those government boys club types are…

NIGEL puts up a hand defensively.

NIGEL (cont’d)
And… I KNOW this ‘secret squirrel,’ cloak and dagger type business isn’t usually your cup of tea but—

 

22. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE – CONTINUING

WOODY is still watching JORDAN and HALEY.

WOODY
No, no…I won’t say anything to him.

He catches JORDAN’S eye as she and HALEY start over to his office door.

WOODY (cont’d)
Thanks for calling…and uh –

He tries to smile at Jordan as he clears his throat.

WOODY (cont’d)
-keep me updated on that.

 

WOODY hangs up and looks between JORDAN and HALEY.

JORDAN crosses her arms casually and looks at the phone and then Woody.

JORDAN
Was that uh…about the case?

WOODY looks puzzled until JORDAN looks at the phone again and back to him.

WOODY
Uh… oh… oh… that?

He points towards the phone.

WOODY (cont’d)
No, no… different case… the caseload juggling act, ya know, Haley?

WOODY smirks at “Agent Shiny Shoes” and fixes his collar as he leans back in his chair trying to seem casual.

JORDAN knows that he’s not being truthful but lets it go. For now.

JORDAN
Okay, well, we’re going to go follow up some of these leads… (hesitates)… you comin’?

WOODY looks at HALEY who obviously could care less if WOODY wants to come along or not.

WOODY
(fake brightness)
Nah.

He waves a hand at them.

WOODY (cont’d)
you two…crazy kids go ahead. I’ve got some stuff to do here, but…

He calls after them as they head towards the door.

WOODY (cont’d)
…let me know if you stumble upon anything interesting…


WOODY watches the door for a long moment after they’re gone before he sits forward in his chair finally with a quick glance around the room before he goes back to the file he’d been holding.


 

23. INT. AUTOPSY ONE – LATE AFTERNOON

The camera comes up on one of the terrorists from the Venezia and then pulls back to show KATE staring down at the body, her face set and stony. She shakes her head slowly and sighs. We continue to pull back and see BUG standing over another body. His expression is similar to KATE’S. NIGEL is pacing between them.

KATE
(glaring at NIGEL)
Replacing the floor in here probably isn’t in the budget.

 

NIGEL
(looks up)
What?

 

KATE
(gestures vaguely to the path of his pacing)
You’re not helping.


NIGEL stops for a moment, her meaning dawning on him. He makes a face at her.

NIGEL
I’m thinking.

 

KATE
About what? Where to get your shoes resoled?

 

NIGEL
This was your idea, you know. You can’t even really tell us what we’re looking for.

 

KATE
And that matters… why?

NIGEL gives her a disbelieving look.

KATE (cont’d)
Oh, come on. If I were Jordan, you wouldn't be wearing a hole in the floor, you'd be jumping thru hoops-

 

NIGEL
Jumping through…? What the hell does that mean?

 

KATE
You know damn well-

 

NIGEL
(before KATE is quite through)
You think I’m some sort of-

 

BUG
Both of you – quit it!

KATE and NIGEL stop and look at BUG.

BUG (cont’d)
As amusing as it might be to watch you two… bicker, we have more important matters at hand. (gestures to the bodies) If Kate is right, DHS will be here before long and we’ll lose any chance we have to figure this thing out. So… So… get back to work!

KATE and NIGEL are clearly taken aback by BUG’S speech. They both look down for a moment, chastened, neither wanting to speak up first. NIGEL starts to pace again and then, with a guilty look, stops. KATE sighs.

The door opens. All three jump a little. It is a morgue diener, whose name tag reads “M. DAV,” asking if they need any other bodies before her shift ends.

KATE
(sharp)
You'd know if we wanted any other bodies.

 

NIGEL
Hey, hey! (turns to M. DAV) Sorry, she's a little...

M. DAV nods silently and exits.

NIGEL (cont'd)
(to Kate)
Em is about one of the only people you haven’t run off yet. You might consider being nice to her.

 

KATE
I'll send her an E-card. (beat) Can we get back to the terrorists?

NIGEL exhales slowly and then nods. He looks at his computer screen again, his face puzzled.

NIGEL
Why would DHS want to - to hide the nerve gas signature?

 

BUG
We must be missing something. Some connection….

 

KATE
(eyes lighting a bit)
… to the second terror cell. Something DHS doesn’t want getting out.

 

NIGEL
They don’t trust us?

 

BUG
(morose)
Trust is not what they’re good at. Believe me.

There is a moment of awkward silence.

NIGEL
But what if they miss it… whatever it is? What if the nerve gas signature doesn’t lead them to the second cell?

 

KATE
Which is why we’re going to make sure we don’t miss anything. (beat) God, when did I become Jordan Cavanaugh?

BUG and NIGEL exchange amused looks. They know the futility of resisting JORDAN.

KATE (cont’d)
(looks at “the boys”)
What?

 

NIGEL and BUG
Nothing… nothing at all!

 

KATE
Just get back to work. (rolls eyes)

All three begin to re-examine the bodies. NIGEL lifts up the hands of one of the terrorists.

KATE (cont’d)
CSU did the trace… what?

NIGEL is peering intently at the man’s fingers.

BUG
Nigel?

 

NIGEL
(smiling slightly)
I think they may have overlooked something. (looks up and gestures) Come take a look.

BUG and KATE join him. NIGEL takes an empty evidence vial and a scraper. He scrapes something from beneath the fingernails of the body.

BUG
(peering intently too)
It looks like… powder. But – there’s a smell.

 

KATE
It’s… tropical. (looks up) Sort of.

 

NIGEL
(lip curling)
I think it’s… gone over. Spoiled.

NIGEL scrapes more of the substance from beneath another fingernail. He rubs the sample between his fingers.

NIGEL (cont’d)
An oil of some sort. Definitely.

 

KATE
Get it under the mass spec. See if you can find out what type of oil.

NIGEL gives her a look that is part glare, part hurt, as if he needs to be told how to analyze trace! Meanwhile, BUG pulls a portable monitor close to his cadaver and hooks it up to a camera-equipped scope.

KATE (cont’d)
The way this case is going, it’s probably nothing more than marine oil. Still-

BUG is peering into the mouth of “his” terrorist body with the camera-equipped scope.

BUG
I don’t think so.


He looks up and motions KATE over.

BUG (cont’d)
Here. Look at his molars.

Examining bodies

KATE looks at the monitor. She looks more closely and then gives BUG an appreciative look.

BUG (cont’d)
Hold this, please. (hands the scope to KATE) I’ll get a sample.


BUG scrapes a substance from the cadaver’s teeth. It appears to be very similar to what NIGEL found under the fingernails. BUG and KATE look at each other for a moment.

KATE
Something they were eating.

 

BUG
With their fingers.

 

KATE
A snack maybe?

 

BUG
It would make sense. They would want something they could carry with them, not have to stop whatever they were doing.

 

KATE
(wryly)
Too bad they couldn’t have shared. Up there.

NIGEL looks up briefly and then down again. He frowns in concentration, but also in a bit of denial. He then moves with his sample to the microscope. The other two aren’t paying him much attention. He opens his mouth to say something and then reconsiders. The atmosphere is uncomfortable – too many hard memories.

BUG
(eyes carefully back on cadaver)
This is all very interesting, but what if they were eating Quaker granola bars?

 

NIGEL
(from the microscope)
Ah, but dear Buggles, I don’t believe they were!

 

BUG and KATE swivel to look at him. NIGEL is grinning broadly.

 

 


24. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE – MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

WOODY is sitting with his feet up on his desk, leaned back in his chair. He has a file folder open on his chest. His mouth is hanging open, his eyes are shut and there might be a little drool. His breath is snuffling in and out softly. It’s really pretty endearing.

The camera swings around slowly, coming to rest on JORDAN, who is leaning against the doorframe. Her face is haggard, but there is a slight smile there and her eyes sparkle despite the late hour with just a bit of mischief. She reaches up and raps strongly on the door frame next to her.

WOODY jumps in his chair and the file folder tumbles to the floor. He looks around, his expression as wild as his hairdo. At first, he has trouble focusing, but then he sees it is JORDAN and he relaxes a little. We can also see he is chagrined that apparently she’s still going and he was caught napping.

JORDAN
(pointing in the direction of the downed file)
A real page-turner, huh?

 

WOODY
Page… wha-?

 

JORDAN
That file.

 

WOODY
(looks around him)
File? (looks down) Oh! Yeah. Um… no. Nothing… useful. (rueful grin) At least not in the first two paragraphs.

JORDAN nods.

WOODY (cont’d)
You – uh – You and Haley… must have gotten lucky.

 

JORDAN arches an eyebrow as WOODY blushes.

WOODY
(scrubs a hand through his hair and down his face)
I mean – uh – You two… never mind.

 

JORDAN
(smiling)
Don’t worry, Farm Boy. The luckiest we got was finding a twenty-four hour Starbucks. (raises a hand a gives a jittery shake) Nothing like a triple shot of espresso to keep a girl awake.

 

WOODY
I can think of a few other things.

JORDAN arches that eyebrow again, but she is also definitely smiling.

WOODY (cont’d)
So… where’s Agent Shiny Shoes now? Did his perfectly pressed suit get wrinkled?


HALEY materializes next to JORDAN. He is scowling at WOODY. It’s probably as much for WOODY’S comment as for the fact that JORDAN clearly has a thing for the detective.

HALEY
Actually it was my tie.

 

WOODY
Aw…that’s too bad. You probably need to go get another one, huh?

 

HALEY
Oh, I think I’ll survive.

HALEY enters the office and saunters toward one wall. He studies several framed items: WOODY’S college diploma, several commendations he’s received, an old newspaper article that has a picture of JORDAN and him at a crime scene. HALEY casts a glance back at WOODY. His face is hard and set, but he’s coming to a grudging respect for the detective.

HALEY (cont’d)
Impressive.

 

WOODY
Yeah, we’re not all incompetent around here.

 

HALEY
I’m sure you’re not. (shoots a look at JORDAN) I don’t think Jordan would work with just anyone.

WOODY is taken aback at this almost-compliment. HALEY takes a seat and studies WOODY a bit. WOODY meets his gaze. JORDAN sits in the other chair across from WOODY. She still says nothing.

HALEY (cont’d)
(patronizing and sarcastic)
Do you mind if we go over what happened again?

 

WOODY
Now?

 

HALEY
I don’t know how much time we have-

WOODY’S phone begins ringing. HALEY sighs and closes his mouth as WOODY reaches for the receiver.

WOODY
This’s Hoyt.

There is excited talk from the phone, but the words are muffled.

WOODY (cont’d)
Nigel. Slow down! You’re not-

There is more talk, still muffled, but WOODY is now listening intently.

JORDAN and HALEY exchange looks. JORDAN reaches for her own cell phone, checking to see if she has missed any calls. When HALEY raises his eyebrows in question, she shrugs.

WOODY reaches for a pad of paper and a pen. He begins taking notes, nodding and making monosyllabic noises of agreement. JORDAN leans close to the desk and reads what she can, upside down. She looks at WOODY with a lot of questions in her eyes.

WOODY (cont’d)
Thanks, Nige. Amazing work. (pause) Yeah. She’s here. (another pause) Yeah. (another pause) Don’t worry. It’ll be – be fine. (one more pause) We’re on it.

WOODY hangs up.

JORDAN gives him a look that says, “Spill!”

WOODY
Nigel figured out where the second terror cell is.

 

HALEY
Nigel? The British guy at the Morgue? We confiscated… How the hell-?

 

WOODY
(smirking)
Well, it turns out Kate Switzer isn’t too fond of being kept in the dark.

 

JORDAN
Woody, what’s going on?

 

WOODY
Ever heard of Emping crackers?


END OF ACT THREE

 

 


ACT FOUR


25. INT. WOODY'S CAR – NIGHT

WOODY and JORDAN are racing to the scene. There is obvious tension between them.

JORDAN
Haley put in the call to ATF and FBI. Assault team should be in place by now.


JORDAN looks over at WOODY, who is silent and glowering.

JORDAN (cont’d)
Are you going to stop giving me the silent treatment and tell me what Emping crackers are, or do I have to do my Kreskin act?

 

WOODY
(coolly)
An Indonesian cracker. Nigel and Bug found traces on the bodies of the dead terrorists in the morgue. Local importer recognized their pictures, gave us an address from his customer database.

 

JORDAN
So…Kate re-opened the case?

 

WOODY
Apparently, she's got more in common with you than any of us realized. Your buddy Haley and his boys from DHS shouldn't have given her the runaround about her statement.

 

JORDAN
My buddy? What is this, some alpha male thing?

 

WOODY
What? No! I'm just not real thrilled about you running around Boston playing Agent Scully with…Faux Mulder.

 

JORDAN
(with exasperation)
We're not…we're just…trying to close this case. I know Haley. We work well together.

WOODY shoots her a look. She's not helping. WOODY pulls the car over. We can see the reflection of police car lights. WOODY and JORDAN exit the car.

 

26. EXT. TERRORIST CELL HIDEOUT – NIGHT

There are police cars, government cars, and personnel in various jackets: FBI, ATF, BPD, SWAT. Some are carrying rifles. We see Haley's car has pulled up next to their car. HALEY exits, looking very in charge.

JORDAN
(to HALEY)
Any sign yet?

 

HALEY
No. Let's hope this pans out. We're putting an awful lot of stock in cracker crumbs here.

HALEY strides off as WOODY glares.

 

 

27. EXT. TERRORIST CELL HIDEOUT – ABOUT AN HOUR LATER

The house is surrounded. HALEY is seen conferring with someone in an FBI windbreaker. He's wearing a communication wire/earpiece. He crosses to where WOODY and JORDAN are hunkered down. His face looks grim.

WOODY
What's the word?

 

HALEY
We set up a communication line, but they're not talking. Not even a request for food and water. (shaking his head) These are people willing to die for their cause. They're not going to negotiate.

 

WOODY
We're wasting time with this. We need to go in.

 

HALEY
Can't do that, and you know it, Detective. There's protocol to follow.

 

WOODY
Yeah, we've got to sit here twiddling our thumbs, thanks to the way your boys screwed up Waco.

 

HALEY
You wanna sweat this out in the back of an FBI squad car? I can make it happen anytime, Hoyt. How do you think that would play with your boys at the BPD?

 

JORDAN
Can this wait ‘til later? I’ll even bring the measuring tape.

WOODY and HALEY glare at each other for a moment before turning away from each other and back to the hideout. HALEY has some binoculars. He looks through them at the cell and then hands them to JORDAN. She looks through, too.

HALEY
Nothing. No movement.

 

JORDAN
What's going on in there…
The Ride of the Rohirrim - Howard Shore


The three watch the house. Then, we see WOODY’S eyes narrow. He's looking at something in the darkness. We see from his POV the house where the terrorists are hiding. There's movement at the side of the house. WOODY stands, unseen by HALEY and JORDAN, and moves stealthily away.

JORDAN
Hey, Woody, can you see…

JORDAN turns around to where she thinks WOODY is crouched behind her. He's not there. She whips her head back around and hisses in a whisper.

JORDAN (cont’d)
Woody? Woody?!

Her eyes grow big as she begins to realize that he has charged toward the house. She stands and takes a step toward the house to get a better view. We see HALEY’S face. There is a puzzled look. He raises his hand to his earpiece, pushing it in to hear better. He frowns. Then we can hear it: the faint sound of voices, speaking together. As if in prayer. Then something else. Another faint noise. HALEY recognizes it. His eyes grow wide in comprehension. He jumps up from his crouching position.

HALEY
Jordan, get down!!!

He throws his arms around her and forces her to the ground just as the house blows up. They stay on the ground for a moment. We hear a jumble of voices calling for backup, fire and ambulance, etc. JORDAN scrambles to her feet, a look of horror on her face.

Fear

JORDAN
Woody….

She tries to charge toward the house, but HALEY grabs her arm to hold her back. She can only stand and watch in terror as the house, torn apart by the terrorists' explosive, is engulfed in flames.


END OF ACT FOUR

 

ACT FIVE

28. EXT. TERRORIST CELL HIDEOUT – CONTINUING

The organization we saw earlier at the scene during negotiations has given way to pandemonium. Engines wail from approaching fire trucks, medics search the area for wounded, walkie talkies blare the muffled voices of police and federal agents as the camera angles down on JORDAN writhing, trying to get away from HALEY as she yells WOODY’S name.

JORDAN
(Fighting to get out of HALEY’S grip)
WOODY! WOODY! (beat) Let me GO, Haley, (Panicky) God…WOODY!

 

HALEY
(Sternly but sympathetically)
Jordan! Jordan you can’t go near that place, God knows how many explosives they have rigged! They could still be going off damn it!

 

JORDAN
(Ignoring Haley)
WOODY!? WOODY!? DAMMIT, ANSWER ME!

She is still struggling against him until she gasps suddenly as she sees a tall figure stumbling alongside the house dragging a struggling man with him. As recognition sets in, she darts from HALEY’S grip

JORDAN (cont’d)
WOODY?!

 

WOODY
(slightly out of breath)
I’m alright…

He tries to force the man in jeans and a white t-shirt with blood trickling from a head wound to stand. He also gives JORDAN a pointed look letting her know he’s really okay before nodding towards the terrorist he’s arresting.

Arresting

WOODY
I saw him making a run for it just before the explosion.

 

HALEY
(now standing behind JORDAN)
That was a really stupid move Hoyt.

HALEY’S voice is annoyed but with a hint of respect, too.

WOODY nods dismissively as he digs in the pocket of the suspect.

WOODY
Well, stupid or not, I think I know why our boys in there weren’t asking for food just yet…

WOODY smirks and holds up a wrapper. The frame pushes in on the crumpled label on it clearly: Emping Crackers

HALEY and JORDAN share a look of disbelief and HALEY shakes his head.

HALEY
Cracker crumbs huh?

He says it with a barely noticeable smile towards WOODY.

WOODY
(returns the almost-smile)
Yeah, cracker crumbs.

He adds a nod.

A look is shared between all three, and WOODY gives JORDAN a meaningful smile. Around them, fire trucks arrive and police personnel mill.

 

 

29. INT. RECEPTION DESK AREA – ALMOST MIDNIGHT

JORDAN is talking to HALEY.

JORDAN
C’mon, tell me, why wasn’t that terrorist as committed as the others?

 

HALEY
Hey, you caught the bad guy; the rest is strictly classified.

 

JORDAN
(wry smirk)
I can’t believe you still don’t trust me.

 

HALEY
(looks into her eyes)
You have to be the one doing the trusting now. Boston is safe. That guy will never again see the light of day. You and Hoyt saved countless lives… Trust that.

 

JORDAN
(smiles appraisingly)
I guess I’ll have to. You’re the only G-man I ever met that I didn’t want to take my scalpel to.

 

HALEY
Gee, thanks. (beat) I never made that social call, did I? (Sincere) I’m sorry about that. My life is… complicated.

 

JORDAN
(smiles, makes the ‘whatever’ shrug)
Hey, I’m the queen of complications.

 

HALEY
(chastising look)
No kidding. Last year; in Washington… you should’ve called…

 

JORDAN
(surprised)
You know about that?

 

HALEY
Medical examiner from Boston, fugitive from justice? I heard ‘she’ was really hot and she’d been spotted in DC. I thought ‘she’ might be you, so I made a few calls...

 

JORDAN
Too bad you couldn’t have helped.

 

HALEY
Who says I didn’t help?

 

JORDAN
(surprised)
What?

 

HALEY
It wasn’t a big deal. (looks down) I’m glad you’re still – still you. (looks into her eyes) The world needs a Jordan Cavanaugh.

JORDAN accepts the compliment, smiles and hugs him.

WOODY steps out of the elevator, sees them and does a double-take.

WOODY
(Sarcasm, bright “get-lost” smile.)
Well, well, well…, Special Agent Sh… Haley, if you leave now, you can avoid traffic. Shame you’re leaving, drive carefully!

HALEY steps away from JORDAN, dry voice, and looks WOODY in the eye.

HALEY
At least I didn’t have to dig her out of a grave this time.

WOODY’S eyes bug out just a little, he looks to JORDAN.

JORDAN
(shrugs)
What? I told you I worked with him.

 

HALEY
Almost got yourself killed.

WOODY puts a possessive arm over her shoulders, shaking his head in amazement.

WOODY
That’s my Jordan.

 

HALEY
(continues dry tone)
‘Your Jordan.’

 

WOODY
(Alpha-male smile)
I’ve killed people for her. I’ve had my ass chewed off more times than I can count, damn near lost my job for her. On top of that, I’ve been doing real police work, not sitting in an office doing voodoo psycho-babble.

HALEY pulls himself to his full height, looks WOODY in the eye and inhales deeply.

HALEY
You have a tragic story in your past, but you don’t want people to know about your childhood. You can’t help yourself from trying to ‘save’ the underdog, especially when it’s a pretty girl. You follow the rules to the letter, but Jordan has lured you to the dark side over the years. You’d have to be good at your job to work with Jordan, and –

His eyes narrow just a little.

HALEY (cont’d)
-you’re deeply in love with her.

 

WOODY
…lucky guess…

He looks away, embarrassed.

JORDAN looks amused, one eyebrow arched, and gives WOODY a soft look.

HALEY
I’m glad.

WOODY looks dubious.

HALEY (cont’d)
At least you’ll never be bored, Hoyt.

 

JORDAN
Hey, I can do boring!

Both men roll their eyes.

JORDAN (cont’d)
I can!

 

HALEY
(smiling)
I gotta go. (to JORDAN) If he gives you any trouble, I know a few places no one’ll ever find the body. (Kisses her on the cheek)

 

JORDAN
Tempting, but keeping him alive has advantages. (smirks, returns kiss on his cheek)

HALEY shakes WOODY’s hand, sincerely and steps into elevator.

HALEY
Keep an eye on her, Hoyt… Keep both eyes on her.

WOODY puts an arm around JORDAN’s shoulder, pulls her close and places a firm kiss on her hair.

WOODY
I’m not going anywhere…

The elevator doors close.

JORDAN
Me neither…

She circles her arms around WOODY’s waist.

 


30. INT. BREAK ROOM – CONTINUOUS with HALEY/JORDAN/WOODY (29)

The hallways are quiet. NIGEL and KATE are standing by the coffee urn. Both are holding cups.

KATE
(authoritatively)
You’re not looking at the big picture here. Since the crash we’re working short-handed as it is.

 

NIGEL
You’ve been around long enough to realize Jordan tends to march to her own drummer.

KATE looks at her coffee cup and notices it’s empty.

KATE
I don’t have to like it. Especially while Macy is gone and I‘m in charge.

NIGEL stops her before she can refill her coffee cup. He takes it and puts it in the sink.

NIGEL
Stop worrying.

 

KATE
Who says I’m worried?

 

NIGEL
(ignoring her)
I can tell you from experience, Jordan always finds a way to land on her feet.

NIGEL opens the refrigerator, grabs a bottle of water, and presses it in her hand. KATE still looks stressed.

NIGEL (cont’d)
Relax, it’s over.

 

KATE
She and Hoyt live through a plane crash only to turn around and almost get blown up. How can someone be so lucky?

 

NIGEL
It must be the Irish blood.

 

KATE
One of these days she’s going to run out of luck.

 

NIGEL
(smirk)
That’s why we’re here, love.

KATE rolls her eyes and opens her water bottle.

KATE
(clucks)
Yes, well…I didn’t come to Boston to be Jordan Cavanaugh’s guardian angel.

NIGEL takes a sip from his cup.

NIGEL
(quizzically)
Why did you come here, Kate?

 

KATE
(distinctly)
It’s a job (beat) and we‘re discussing Jordan not me.

 

NIGEL
The phone rings everyday with someone asking when you’re coming back to New York.

 

KATE
(haughty)
My presence here isn’t the subject at hand. Jordan and her…

 

NIGEL
(interrupting)
I think you like being here. (pause) With us. (smile) And after the way you dealt with the boys from DC, I think you enjoy living a little dangerously yourself.

 

KATE
(flustered)
I told you, it’s just a job.

 

NIGEL
Don’t worry, darling. Your secret is safe with me.

 

JORDAN enters. She looks extremely tired and more than a little preoccupied. She’s surprised to see KATE and NIGEL. JORDAN tries to back out the way she came in.

KATE sets her water down on the counter and takes a step toward JORDAN.

KATE
(To JORDAN)
We need to talk.

Resigned, JORDAN goes to the refrigerator and grabs two bottles of water. NIGEL takes a drink of his tea.

JORDAN
(looks at NIGEL)
The four most ominous words in the English language….Next to Guess what, I’m late.

NIGEL chokes on his drink. JORDAN slaps his back.

JORDAN (cont’d)
(quips)
False alarm, pumpkin.

 

KATE
I’m serious.

 

JORDAN
(to KATE)
I’m sure you are…and I’ll be more than willing to listen…tomorrow morning. You have to admit it’s been a….long week.

 

KATE
I point blank told you to stay out of this. You not only disregarded a direct order, but you put your ass and everyone else’s on the line.

 

JORDAN
Welcome to the family.

NIGEL smiles as if to say he was just trying to tell KATE the same thing.

KATE
(to NIGEL)
You stay out of this.

JORDAN takes a deep, long drag out of one of the water bottles before she speaks.

JORDAN
I admit I still had some doubts about you Kate…that was until I heard how you handled the suits from Homeland. (grins) I couldn’t have done it any better myself. You better watch out. They may be calling you the loose canon before long.

 

NIGEL
(teasing)
While you were off playing ‘Super Secret Agent,’ our dear Dr. Switzer was amazing. As soon as she figured out there was a cover up, she picked up her toys...well, our toys... and well, not went home exactly, but...bloody hell, she was breathtaking. Simply, breathtaking.

JORDAN chuckles.

KATE
(to NIGEL)
Evidence was missing, I just happened to point that fact out….Concisely and professionally.

 

NIGEL
After you threatened to gut them through their…

 

KATE
(cutting him off abruptly)
The one with the comb over called me….Honey. Do I look like I enjoy being called Honey?

 

NIGEL
Whatever you say, darling.

The argument continues. JORDAN watches for a few seconds before her grin falters. She looks at the second bottle of water in her hand for a second before she slips out.

 


31. INT. HALLWAY – CONTINUING

The End of My Pirate Days - Mary Chapin Carpenter

MUSIC: (softly) “The End of My Pirate Days” by Mary Chapin Carpenter (Stones in the Road)

JORDAN walks slowly down the hallway toward her office. We can see light from her office spilling into the hallway. We have several shots of JORDAN as she gets closer. They are spliced together a bit unevenly so we focus in on her in jumps. She opens her door and we see WOODY sitting at her desk with her laptop computer open in front of him. She enters.

INT. JORDAN’S OFFICE – CONTINUING

WOODY looks up and smiles at her. JORDAN walks around her desk. The camera pans so that we see he has gone back to the safari site they found in the teaser. The screen cursor is pointed to “BUY TICKETS” and his hand is poised above the keyboard, ready to tap the mouse and seal the deal.

Buy Tickets


JORDAN takes hold of Woody’s hand before he can finish the ticket sale and puts the extra bottle of water in it.

They exchange a knowing look.

WOODY
Buried alive, huh?

She nods.

WOODY
(a bit stunned)
You never… mentioned it.

 

JORDAN
(going for nonchalant, getting uncomfortable)
I don’t like talking about it.

 

WOODY
You? Strange. (smiles)

JORDAN’S eyes go to the website again. When she speaks, she is looking at the computer.

JORDAN
He’s pretty good at his job, you know.

 

WOODY
What? With that whole “tragic-childhood-save-the-pretty-girl” thing? Lucky guess.

JORDAN grins and slowly shakes her head.

WOODY (cont’d)
He didn’t happen to – uh –profile anything about a safari, did he?

 

JORDAN
(chuckle)
Not yet.

 

WOODY
(a little slow on the uptake)
He said… oh. (beat – serious expression now) Can I ask why not?

 

JORDAN
Because we need time, Woody.

 

WOODY
(groans)
Time, Jordan? Time? I sorta thought… I mean, out there…. (waves hand vaguely)

 

JORDAN
That I want to be with you? Be a couple? See if we kill each other in a week – or don’t?

WOODY nods.

JORDAN (cont’d)
I do. And it’s something I want to get right.

WOODY looks at her for a moment, studying her face especially.

WOODY
(nodding, getting her point)
So…up on the mountain? You really meant it?

 

JORDAN
(smiling)
You wanna hear it again? That I love you?

 

WOODY
(dimples beginning to show)
I wouldn’t complain.

 

JORDAN
(dramatic pause, makes him worry a little – she’s enjoying this)
I love you, Woody. (big grin) Better?

WOODY nods and kisses her, several long, slow kisses like on the mountain as he wraps his arms around her and holds her.

WOODY
You know I love you, too, right?

 

JORDAN
(her head is resting on his chest; she is smiling broadly)
I thought maybe you did.

Normal Couple

JORDAN and WOODY stand for a few moments, relaxed.

WOODY
So, we’re gonna take this slowly?

 

JORDAN
(looking up)
Yeah. Do normal things. Normal… couple things.

 

WOODY
(mock disbelief)
Normal? Really? Normal?

JORDAN nods.

WOODY (cont’d)
You mean, like, date?

 

JORDAN
Yeah. I guess I do.

 

WOODY
(disappointed – but only a little)
So… no safari?

 

JORDAN
(runs a hand along his face)
No safari.

She leans up to kiss him.

JORDAN (cont’d)
Not yet.

 

FADE TO BLACK

 

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