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Episode #VS710


Yours Truly

Crossing Jordan Virtual Season 7

“Charmer”

“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
Kate Switzer
Mahesh "Bug" Vijayaraghavensatanaryanamurthy
Nigel Townsend

Uniformed Officer
Mrs. Meade
Rev. Early Midkiff
Mark (Reporter)
Agent Preston
Young Man
Midkiff's Thug
Agent Peretti
Lawyer

SET LIST


INTERIORS
THE MORGUE
   CONFERENCE ROOM
   BREAK ROOM
   TRACE
   JORDAN'S OFFICE
   STORAGE CLOSET
   HALLWAY
BOSTON POLICE DEPT – HOMICIDE
   WOODY'S OFFICE
   HALLWAY
   INTERROGATION ROOM
MIDKIFF'S BUNKER
   ROOM
   SANCTUARY
HOSPITAL
   WOODY'S ROOM
   HALLWAY

EXTERIORS
WOODED AREA CRIME SCENE
OUTSIDE MIDKIFF'S BUNKER
BOSTON POLICE DEPT. FRONT ENTRANCE

Tube Snake Boogie - ZZ Top

TEASER

1. EXT. WOODED AREA CRIME SCENE – MORNING

The area is cordoned off by crime scene tape. There are cops and other crime scene personnel milling around, taking pictures, etc. JORDAN and NIGEL are getting out of the SUV. They get some gear out of the back, etc. before walking under the police tape.

At the scene

JORDAN
(to NIGEL)
Got any big plans for the weekend?

NIGEL
The Orpheum is running a French New Wave film festival. Tonight is "The 400 Blows."

JORDAN
Hey, I love that one? Mind if I come with?

WOODY
What about Woodrow?

JORDAN
He's working late. And besides, he's not really big on movies with subtitles. (beat) Unless they have flying ninjas.

NIGEL
(smiling)
Maybe he'd prefer next Saturday's Spielberg tribute. All three Indiana Jones movies back-to-back.

JORDAN
Six hours of Harrison Ford and his bullwhip? I like. But the first one is definitely the best.

NIGEL
Absolutely! It's got all the best lines. "Give me the whip, I'll throw you the idol…"

JORDAN
(in character)
"There is no time to argue, senor! You throw me the idol, and I'll give you the whip!"

JORDAN comes face-to-face with OFFICER and looks mildly embarrassed having been caught goofing off.

JORDAN (CONT'D)
Uh, hi…M.E.'s office. What've you got for us?

OFFICER
Caucasian male. Driver's license says he's Robert Meade, age 22. Local kid. Guy out running with his dog found him early this morning.

JORDAN
Got a preliminary cause of death?

OFFICER
Well…that's just it. It's sort of…unusual…

JORDAN
I'm a Medical Examiner. I've pretty much seen it all.

OFFICER
(ominously)
All right…brace yourselves.


OFFICER steps aside and indicates the body. JORDAN and NIGEL kneel down. We see the body. It is covered with an unimaginable number – hundreds maybe – of snakebites. JORDAN and NIGEL exchange glances equal measures of horror and fascination.

Why did it have to be snakes?

NIGEL
(under his breath)
"Snakes…why did it have to be snakes?"


END OF TEASER

CUT TO OPENING CREDITS

Crossing Jordan Theme

 

 

 

ACT 1

2. INT. MORGUE CONFERENCE ROOM – MORNING

JORDAN is sitting in the conference room at the table with the deceased man’s mother. She’s leaning slightly forward, in a manner to urge the woman to talk and to carefully listen to the sobbing mother’s words.

Grieving Mother

JORDAN
So when is the last time you saw your son, Mrs. Meade?

MOTHER
I’m…I’m not sure.

She blows her nose on a Kleenex.

MOTHER (cont’d)
That sounds…horrible. (beat) But Robert…he is….he was twenty-two.

JORDAN
You didn’t talk everyday….

The MOTHER nods.

JORDAN continues carefully, not wanting to say anything to make the woman clam up.


JORDAN (cont’d)
So…your relationship with your son was…good?

MOTHER
(nods)
It was … under the circumstances …


JORDAN gives the mother a look that says continue – you know the one….

MOTHER (cont’d)
Robert and his brother Kevin…didn’t always run with the best crowd…

JORDAN
So … you think the people Robert hung out with may have been responsible for this?

MOTHER
Yes…no…I don’t know.

The Kleenex goes to her eyes.

MOTHER (cont’d)
Like I said, both my boys … didn’t always hang out with the honor roll kids at school.

JORDAN nods, encouraging the mother to continue.

MOTHER (cont’d)
They seemed to like the edgier crowds…the kids that got into trouble.

JORDAN
So they … had problems?

MOTHER
(nods)
Their dad – he ran off years ago… and I worked two jobs to make ends meet …It started out with little things, but it wasn’t long before both my boys were using drugs.

JORDAN
I’m so sorry…

The MOTHER regains come focus, despite her grief.

MOTHER
I found out about it when a police officer came to the diner where I work and told me they had arrested Robert for possession with the intent to sell.

She pauses and swallows hard.


MOTHER (cont’d)
And it went downhill from there…

JORDAN nods in understanding.

JORDAN
Robert was selling drugs…?

MOTHER
No. No…Robert had cleaned up his act…..

JORDAN
So maybe a higher up in the drug food chain?

MOTHER
(shaking head)
No. See, after his arrest, I placed Robert in Higher Promises…

JORDAN
Higher Promises?

MOTHER
(nodding)
Higher Promises. It’s a drug rehab program run by the Rev. Early Midkiff….

She rolls her eyes, assuming JORDAN knows who she’s talking about.

JORDAN
Midkiff…? Midkiff….? (realization hits her) The guy with that mega church on the south side? Soup kitchen… homeless shelters…

MOTHER
(nodding again)
See after Robbie started getting into trouble, he was ordered into rehab. And Midkiff had this program….

JORDAN
Higher Promises?

MOTHER
(nodding again)
Robbie was doing so well, so eager, that Kevin went voluntarily. I felt blessed. Here they were, ready to change their lives.

JORDAN
So did it take?

MOTHER
(not understanding)
Take?

JORDAN
Did your sons get off drugs?

The MOTHER looks a little distant and slowly shreds the Kleenex.

MOTHER
Yeah. Yeah. I was so proud of them…of the men they were becoming…

JORDAN
But…?

She urges the MOTHER to continue.

MOTHER
But…the last few times me and Robbie talked…he was… different.

She catches JORDAN’s look

MOTHER (cont’d)
Oh, he was still off drugs…but he said that Rev. Midkiff’s ways of doing things weren’t all what they seemed and he was a little worried ....

JORDAN
What was he worried about?

The MOTHER sits back and looks at JORDAN with an exhausted face.

MOTHER
The kids…Midkiff didn’t want them to have any contact with their families. Robbie was having to sneak around and call me; he’d be in big trouble if anyone found out. He asked me if I could find out anything else on Rev. Midkiff.

JORDAN
And did you?

MOTHER
(quietly)
He had been kicked out of Utah and Arizona for fraud, tax-evasion, and kidnapping. Some parents who had kids in his programs…felt he was running a cult…

JORDAN
That’s a strong allegation…

MOTHER
(pulls a face)
Parents didn’t think so. Some of the kids died of dehydration.

She motions vaguely with one hand.

MOTHER (cont’d)
Midkiff took them on some vision-quest …thing… and didn’t take care of them.

JORDAN
And you think Robbie died because of something he found out?

The MOTHER shuts her eyes for a beat before opening them.

MOTHER
“In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues. They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not harm them.” Mark, chapter 16, verses 17 and 18.

JORDAN gives her a confused look.

MOTHER (cont’d)
“Behold I give unto you the power to tread on serpents and scorpions and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing by any means shall hurt you.” The Gospel of Luke, chapter 10, verse 19.

JORDAN
I’m sorry…I’m not following….

The MOTHER leans forward over the table.

MOTHER
Rev. Midkiff said that if your faith is strong enough, you’ll be able to overcome anything…alcohol…drugs….cigarettes…

She pauses and gives JORDAN a dead on look.

MOTHER (cont’d)
…even snakebites.

JORDAN
(aghast)
So you’re saying that Midkiff put your son in with snakes to test his faith?

MOTHER
(shaking head)
No. I’m saying Midkiff put my son in with the snakes to make him an example…so everyone else will shut up.

3. INT. AUTOPSY – LATE MORNING

BUG and NIGEL are there, looking at the body of ROBERT, paying particular attention to the snake bites. JORDAN enters autopsy and joins them at the exam table holding the body.

JORDAN observes BUG and NIGEL for a moment before speaking.

JORDAN
Hi guys…so…what do we have? Anything new that isn’t so…obvious?

She points to snake bites on ROBERT’S body.

BUG
(shaking head)
It looks pretty cut and dried. A novice hiker, alone, stumbles into a bed of snakes.

JORDAN
Uh-huh.


She keeps her conversation with the MOTHER to herself for now, but examines the bites with gloved hands. From somewhere in the lab, a machine beeps. NIGEL goes over to the piece of equipment and reads the printout.

Then again, maybe not...

NIGEL
Or maybe not.

BUG
Whaaa..?

NIGEL brings the printout over to the exam table for bug and JORDAN to look at.

NIGEL
This isn’t a novice hiker stumbling into just any pit of just any venomous reptiles….

JORDAN
What are you saying, Nige?

NIGEL
The venom in these snake bites tells us that these particular Squamata are not native to Boston. To Massachusetts for that matter. Even to New England…

BUG
Are you sure?

NIGEL
Buggles, Buggles, Buggles…why do you persist in questioning me? Look…these snakes are the C. adamanteus…

BUG
(thinks for a minute)
Eastern Diamondback Rattlesnake?

NIGEL
(nodding)
And eastern North Carolina is as far north as they get…

JORDAN struggles to keep a straight face.

JORDAN
So how’d they get in Massachusetts? They take a plane?

BUG groans over her reference to the movie Snakes on a Plane.

BUG
Come on, we’re professionals here, people.

For once, NIGEL does not bite on a pun, but looks thoughtful.

NIGEL
I don’t know how they got here, I just know that Robert here stumbled into a pit of them and died as a result of their venom.

JORDAN
(thoughtful look)
Are we sure about that?

NIGEL
I just said…oh… if he didn’t stumble then…

JORDAN raises an eyebrow.

NIGEL (cont’d)
(incredulous)
Pushed into a pit of snakes? There are easier ways to kill someone than that…given the fact you’d have to get the snakes from eastern North Carolina to Massachusetts without alerting any suspicions.

BUG
(somewhat snarky)
Well that definitely leaves air travel out. Even Homeland Security would have picked up on that one…

NIGEL
And why kill anyone with snakes, for Christ’s sake?

JORDAN snaps off her gloves and unties her autopsy apron.

JORDAN
Because…Robert had to be killed by snakes.

BUG and NIGEL both give her a “Do what?” look.

JORDAN (cont’d)
Because Robert had to die by snakes.


JORDAN leaves the autopsy room.

4. INT. MORGUE – JORDAN’S OFFICE

5. INT. BOSTON POLICE DEPT – WOODY’S OFFICE

SPLIT SCREEN – ONE SIDE SHOWING JORDAN IN HER OFFICE ON THE PHONE AND THE OTHER SIDE SHOWING WOODY IN HIS OFFICE ON THE PHONE

WOODY
So let me get this straight…you want me to call in the Rev. Early Midkiff for questioning on a recovering drug addict’s death?

JORDAN
Not death. Murder.

WOODY pinches the bridge of his nose with the hand that isn’t holding telephone and prays for patience under his breath.

WOODY
You can’t be sure of that, Jordan.

JORDAN
Bug and Nigel are working trace. They’ll prove that Robert was pushed into a pit of snakes…

WOODY continues pinching the bridge of his nose.

WOODY
(sarcastically)
And you know for a fact that Midkiff pushed him?

JORDAN
Well…no. But if Midkiff didn’t do it, he knows who did.

WOODY stops pinching the bridge of his nose. Instead he sits up straight in his chair.

JORDAN speaks slowly and a little forcefully.

JORDAN
I’m asking you to bring the Rev. Early Midkiff in for questioning….

WOODY
Jordan. Do you know exactly who Midkiff is?

JORDAN is still not letting on about what Robert’s mother told her.

JORDAN
I know he runs some drug treatment centers and Robert had been under his care.

WOODY
(exasperated)
Midkiff not only runs drug rehab treatment centers, he has one of the largest ministries in the United States. He’s met with the last three Presidents and has received more commendations and letters of recognition than the entire Boston PD combined-

JORDAN
(interrupting)
And your point is?

WOODY
(voice rising slightly)
I can’t bring him in for questioning without a really good reason, Jordan, or the chief will have my balls on a platter.

JORDAN pauses for a moment to gather her thoughts.

JORDAN
Robert was under Midkiff’s treatment, right?

WOODY
Right…

JORDAN
(sweetly)
Then tell the Rev. Midkiff you just need to talk to him about what kind of kid Robbie was. Was he a klutzy kid? Did he often go out wandering around by himself?

WOODY
(disbelieving)
Lie to a reverend?

JORDAN
(still sweetly)
Paul hears confessions three times a week at St. Inez….

WOODY is exasperated but he gives up, knowing he’s not going to win.

WOODY
I’ll see you in line at the confessional.

 


6. INT. PRECINCT INTERROGATION ROOM - AFTERNOON

The two-way window is in the shot. JORDAN stands behind the window, so she can see MIDKIFF, but MIDKIFF can’t see her. MIDKIFF is already seated at the table in the middle of the room. WOODY enters right, with a file folder under his arm.

WOODY
Rev. Midkiff. (shakes the minister’s hand). Thanks for agreeing to come by the precinct. I know you have a very busy schedule…

MIDKIFF oozes fake charm and affability.

MIDKIFF
No problem, Detective Hoyt. As soon as I got word about poor Robert, I was anxious to know how I could help…both you and Robbie’s family.

WOODY has that kind of rushed and out-of-breath sound he has in his voice when he interrogates someone. You know the tone, the one that makes everyone think he doesn’t quite have his act together. It throws everyone off balance, thinking he really is a green detective.

WOODY
Thank you. I just have a few questions….

MIDKIFF sits back and looks very self assured.

MIDKIFF
Feel free to ask me anything, Detective Hoyt.

WOODY
Woody is fine…just call me Woody.

MIDKIFF
All right, Woody…

WOODY
So, Reverend, you run Higher Promises?

MIDKIFF
I founded the organization.

WOODY
Could you tell me a little bit about it?

MIDKIFF
I started the organization about …let’s see…ten … no twelve years ago. It was meant to be an alternative treatment center for drug addicts…

WOODY
Alternative?

MIDKIFF
People that come to us have tried the typical drug treatment centers and it didn’t work for them. So we try other ways… to help them beat the demon of drug addiction.

WOODY
(disarmingly earnest)
Other ways? Such as?

MIDKIFF
Faith. Prayer. Trust.

WOODY
(greener than grass)
Oh, you mean trust in a higher power…like in Alcoholics Anonymous?

MIDKIFF
(disbelievingly)
Not a higher power…the higher power. God Himself.

WOODY (cont’d)
Oh. Okay. So you held prayer and counseling sessions with these addicts to help the recovery.

MIDKIFF
We turn them over to God to let Him do their recovery….

WOODY
(going in for more information)
Did God tell you to let these kids wander around in the Massachusetts woods by themselves as part of their recovery?

MIDKIFF
(nearly offended)
I beg your pardon?

WOODY
Robert was found in the Massachusetts’ foothills. He was alone….

MIDKIFF
We sanction physical exercise as a method of dealing with the drug withdrawals….

WOODY
Robert had been bitten by snakes.

MIDKIFF
Snakes?


WOODY leans just a bit into MIDKIFF’S personal space.

WOODY
Snakes. More specifically, the Eastern Diamondback Rattlesnake.

MIDKIFF
(a bit ruffled now)
I’m sorry… I don’t know anything about any rattlesnakes…

WOODY goes back to his charming self to throw MIDKIFF off again.

WOODY
I didn’t think you did, Reverend. (beat) What I did want to ask you was if you knew if Robert was kind of … well…a klutz? Fall over his own feet?

MIDKIFF
Most boys go through that stage, you know….

WOODY
I mean…for a person to fall into a pit of snakes…

MIDKIFF
(regaining his composure)
Snakes?

WOODY
You said physical exercise was sometimes encouraged as part of Higher Promises’ program?

MIDKIFF
Sometimes…but you really need to talk to Robert’s personal counselor. Higher Promises has as many as 500 kids at a time in our programs. I can’t remember everything…

WOODY nods and assumes his “aw shucks” demeanor again.

WOODY
I can understand that, Rev. Midkiff.

WOODY stands to indicate the interview is over, extending his hand for MIDKIFF to shake.

WOODY (cont’d)
I just want to thank you for taking time to come by and answer our questions. I want to go on the record as telling you that your organization makes my job a lot easier… by getting these delinquent kids off the street and putting them back on the straight and narrow.

MIDKIFF
(shaking WOODY’S hand)
You’re more than welcome, Detective.

WOODY goes to the door of the interrogation room and opens it for MIDKIFF, but not before flashing JORDAN a “this is one cool customer look.”

WOODY
I’ll walk you out, Reverend.


WOODY and MIDKIFF begin to walk out of the precinct, JORDAN quietly coming out of her room and following at a discreet distance. All is going well until they reach the door leading outside the police building, when a REPORTER rushes MIDKIFF.

7. EXT. BOSTON POLICE DEPT, FRONT ENTRANCE - CONTINUING


REPORTER
Rev. Midkiff…I’m with the Boston Clarion…could I ask you a few questions?

MIDKIFF
I’m sorry…

He tries to physically push past the reporter to get to his limo.

MIDKIFF (cont’d)
I don’t talk to the press. That’s handled by my PR department.

REPORTER
Reverend, is it true that your program has been kicked out of Utah and Arizona for mishandling funds and abuse?

MIDKIFF’S limo driver and evidently a bodyguard gets out of the car to assist him.

MIDKIFF
I’m sorry, I don’t talk to reporters.

He is pushed into car and the door slams. The driver-cum-bodyguard gets in and he’s driven quickly away.

REPORTER
Damn…

JORDAN
(to REPORTER)
Mark?

REPORTER
Jordan! Long time, no see.

The REPORTER hugs her, much to WOODY’S discomfort.

REPORTER (cont’d)
How have you been? I’ve wondered a lot about you since JD….

JORDAN
(looks down for a moment)
I’ve been fine, Mark. Thanks…But…

The tenor of her voice changes from distant to urgent.

JORDAN (cont’d)
Do you know this Midkiff guy?

REPORTER
Not really. Not personally anyway. But The Clarion has been doing some digging on him for a while now.

JORDAN
Why?

WOODY sidles up closer to the two of them.

REPORTER
It’s almost like his track record is too good.

WOODY
So you’re out to ruin a perfectly good man?

REPORTER
(to JORDAN)
Who is this guy?

JORDAN
A friend of mine.

She deliberately avoids the fact that WOODY is a detective, afraid that it will make the REPORTER clam up.

JORDAN (cont’d)
So you think Midkiff’s record’s too clean?

REPORTER
No one’s that good. So when Midkiff’s PR department started issuing all these press releases that claimed Higher Promises had a nearly perfect record with addicts, we wanted to prove them right or wrong. We started doing a little research and we found his program had been kicked out of Utah and Arizona for misappropriation of funds and abuse of its residents.

JORDAN
(nodding)
Uh-huh…anything else?

REPORTER
I’ve got some pretty credible sources that tell me he’s got a harem of women that includes quite a few teenage girls.

JORDAN
Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.

REPORTER still on a roll, obviously trying to impress her.

REPORTER (cont’d)
Midkiff does have a legit headquarters, but my sources also tell me that he’s stockpiling weapons somewhere that he intends to use on the heretics that question his need to rid the world of blasphemers. I’m just about ready to blow the lid off of this guy…I think I know where the bunker is.

JORDAN
(warm smile)
You want to tell me who these sources are?

REPORTER
Who me? Give up sources? No way, Sweetheart.

JORDAN
Then how ’bout telling me where that bunker is?

REPORTER winks and eyes WOODY up and down

REPORTER (cont’d)
I’ll leave that for you and… detective-boy… here to figure out. It’s Hoyt, right?

His cell phone rings.

REPORTER (cont’d)
Gotta run, Jor. Great seeing you.

He rapidly walks towards his car.

WOODY
Mark?

WOODY raises his eyebrows.

JORDAN
(patiently)
He and Pollack worked together.

WOODY
And that’s supposed to make me feel better?

JORDAN
It should.

WOODY
Why?

JORDAN
Mark just backed up everything Robert’s mother told me. Midkiff is a control freak...he uses unorthodox methods and Higher Promises had been kicked out of two states. She said Robert knew…

WOODY
And you think that’s why Robert got killed?

JORDAN
I don’t know. But at least we have someplace to start.

 


8. INT. MORGUE, BREAK ROOM – THE NEXT MORNING

JORDAN is pouring herself a cup of coffee in the break room. The TV is on, the sound is low, and we can just make out it is some kind of morning news/talk show. WOODY comes down the hallway and sees her there, with her back to the door. He enters.

WOODY
(putting a hand on her waist)
Hey…

She jumps, nearly spilling her coffee.

JORDAN
Jeez!

WOODY
Y’okay? Maybe you should cut back on the caffeine a little.

JORDAN
It’s not that. I...(embarrassed) I thought you were…a snake.

WOODY
(grinning)
I’m not a snake, but I could introduce you to my python later.

JORDAN
(eyeroll)
Are you in junior high?

WOODY
Pretty much. So, this snake case has you pretty rattled, huh? Rattled. Little snake humor there.

JORDAN
Yeah, I was gonna slide right past that one, Farm Boy. But talking about snakes. Can you believe that guy? Midkiff’s such a reptile I could make a handbag and a couple pair of shoes out of him.

WOODY has noticed something on the TV. He grabs the remote and starts to turn the sound up

WOODY
Speak of the devil…

JORDAN
…And the devil appears.

REPORTER
(voice over)
…says the charges of abuse are unfounded. Surrounded by supporters Rev. Midkiff made a statement this morning from outside his respected “Higher Promises” Center in downtown Boston.

CUT TO TV BROADCAST:

MIDKIFF is standing outside the “Higher Promises” building. He is standing with supporters, who carry signs saying things like, “We Support Rev. Midkiff” etc.


MIDKIFF
These accusations are deeply troubling. Deeply troubling. I’m a holy man. I have brought hope and healing to this city, and I have been unfairly targeted by the Boston Police Department because of my religious beliefs. But people of faith everywhere have become targets in these Godless times.

WOODY switches the TV off in disgust.

JORDAN
Holy man my ass. And I’m Mother Teresa.

9. INT. MORGUE, HALLWAY - CONTINUING

NIGEL is seen in the hallway outside the break room. He looks stirred up about something. He catches sight of WOODY and JORDAN and sticks his head in the door.

10. INT. MORGUE, BREAK ROOM – CONTINUING


NIGEL
There you are. We got the tox screen back on Robert Meade. You need to see this.

11. INT. MORGUE – TRACE – CONTINUING

WOODY, JORDAN, and NIGEL are gathered around a computer screen displaying the tox screen. It is a graph with various peaks and valleys. JORDAN and NIGEL are looking at it knowingly.

results


JORDAN
I’ll be damned…

WOODY
What is it?

NIGEL
Robert Meade had traces of heroin in his system when he died.

WOODY
So much for Higher Promises. Think that’s why Midkiff got rid of him? Because he fell off the wagon?

JORDAN
No. That’s not street smack. That’s pharmaceutical grade heroin.

WOODY
Where’s this kid getting pharmaceutical grade heroin?

NIGEL
And look what else. Perphenazine and prochlorperazine.

JORDAN
Man, what’s going on in that place?

WOODY
Okay, dumb cop here, remember?

JORDAN
(to WOODY)
Sedatives. Majors ones. Midkiff isn’t getting these kids off drugs, he’s just getting them hooked on other stuff. Guess you stop asking questions when you’re strung out on Compazine.

WOODY
If we can prove Midkiff is the source, he’s ours.

JORDAN
Let’s hope Mark can dig up some dirt on this guy.

We’re aware that in the background BUG has entered pushing a gurney.

BUG
The reporter? (beat) It looks like he did.

Everyone turns and looks at BUG in surprise and they cross to the gurney. JORDAN pulls down the sheet. It is Mark. His face and arms are covered with snake bites.

JORDAN
Oh, my God…

NIGEL
Snake bites…hundreds of them…

WOODY
Why’s there blood around his mouth?

BUG
Looks like someone didn’t want him talking.

NIGEL, WOODY, and JORDAN looked at him, puzzled.

BUG (cont’d)
It’s his tongue. It’s been…cut out.

They all exchange horrified looks.

 

END OF ACT ONE

 

 


ACT TWO


12. INT. PRECINCT HALLWAY – MID-MORNING

WOODY is leading MIDKIFF down the hallway. MIDKIFF follows with a high-priced LAWYER (who looks the part) and a PR guy. WOODY is obviously pissed off.

WOODY
You know this will go a whole lot easier on you if you’d just confess now…

LAWYER
Don’t say anything…

WOODY
That you murdered two people.

MIDKIFF
(trying not to show he’s pissed)
I haven’t murdered anybody. The reason the lawyer is here is because the PR people said he should come…

WOODY
That’s what they all say.

He heaves MIDKIFF into an interrogation room and nearly slams him into a chair.

WOODY (cont’d)
Now we can do this hard way or my way.

He stands on the opposite side of table, facing MIDKIFF, and leans his hands on the table.

WOODY (cont’d)
You want to come clean on this whole “Higher Promises” issue …

MIDKIFF regains his composure while the LAWYER looks pissed.

MIDKIFF
I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Detective Hoyt.

WOODY
I’m talking about Robert Meade…

MIDKIFF
(bored)
We’ve been over this before, Detective.

WOODY
We have. But that was before pharmaceutical grade heroine, perphenazine, prochlorperazine and Compazine were found in his system.


WOODY gets down in MIDKIFF’S face.

Interrogation

WOODY (cont’d)
I guess it’s easy to control someone when you’re feeding their addiction and then sedating them out of their mind, is it, Reverend?

MIDKIFF
I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you’re insinuating that I gave Robert those drugs, you’re mistaken, Mister Hoyt.

WOODY
I’m not insinuating anything. I’m telling you what we found in the boy’s system and that we know you supplied it.

MIDKIFF
(in WOODY’S face)
You have proof?

WOODY changes to a bait and switch tactic.

WOODY
Not to mention what you did to that reporter.

MIDKIFF
What reporter?

WOODY
(sarcastic)
What reporter? The reporter that tried to question you the last time we called you down here for a friendly little chat. Remember that one?

MIDKIFF
I don’t recall him…there are so many that want interviews…

WOODY
Then maybe this will refresh your memory.

WOODY takes the file folder that is on the table and pulls out Mark’s autopsy photos. He spreads them out on the table.

WOODY (cont’d)

I can see where you might not recognize him without all the snake bites.

MIDKIFF
(pretending to recoil)
Snake bites?

WOODY
Snake bites. And no tongue.

He points to the blood around Mark’s mouth.

WOODY (cont’d)
Trying to send a message? Reporters shouldn’t question you? Your followers better not leave Higher Promises?

MIDKIFF
Everyone is free to come and go as they please.

WOODY
But if they leave, they get thrown to the snakes, right?

MIDKIFF
(muttering)
In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues. They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not harm them.

WOODY
(taken aback a little)
Beg your pardon, Reverend?

MIDKIFF
(soft, but menacing)
You heard me. Believers… will speak with new tongues. True believers will be able to walk amid pits of snakes and not be harmed…

WOODY
So you’re saying Robert? These were tests of his faith?

MIDKIFF
(oily smile)
If Robert was a true believer, I’m sure he wouldn’t have died.

WOODY
In my church, such acts are considered testing God. And that is wrong.

MIDKIFF
Then maybe you’re in the wrong church.

WOODY
(shaking head)
So questioning Higher Promises made Mark a blasphemer? And that gave you the right to cut his tongue out?

MIDKIFF
I’m just a holy man, Detective Hoyt, going about the Lord’s work. How the Lord chooses to take care of those that work against Him, is His business, not mine.

WOODY
But you’re more than willing to help the good Lord shut the mouths of the so-called blasphemers.

MIDKIFF
Do you have any proof of that?

WOODY pauses and then speaks.

WOODY
(quietly and menacingly)
We don’t yet. (beat) But we will.

MIDKIFF
So then I take it you have nothing to hold me on.

He stands and heads toward the door.

MIDKIFF
You have a good day, Detective Hoyt.

He gives WOODY the oily smile again.

MIDKIFF (cont’d)
And may God bless.

WOODY props his arms up on the edge of the table, glaring at the closed door. His cell phone goes off and absent-mindedly he reaches for it.

WOODY
Hoyt.

JORDAN
Woody? You still got Midkiff?

WOODY shakes his head even though he knows she can’t see it.

WOODY
No. I had to let him walk. We have no proof that he actually had anything to do with either murder…just coincidence and hunch. And the DA won’t let me make an arrest on those.

JORDAN
But Renée will let you make an arrest on this. Guess what we found in trace?

WOODY rubs a hand down his tired face.

WOODY
What?

JORDAN
Mark’s shoes were covered in ammonium nitrate.

WOODY’S head snaps up and he’s instantly focused.

WOODY
Ammonium nitrate…as in bomb-making ammonium nitrate…?

JORDAN
That’s the kind.

WOODY’S eyes grow wide with understanding.

WOODY
So Mark did find the bunker… and Midkiff has weapons and is making bombs…

JORDAN
I don’t know if he’s stockpiling weapons, or making the bombs, but at least we know he has bomb-making materials. Serious bomb-making materials.

WOODY
Which is against the law…

JORDAN
Yeah. Last time I checked, Homeland Security gets pretty pissed about anyone having ammonium nitrate…

WOODY gets off of the table and heads for the door.

WOODY
I’m going to talk to Renée… see if a judge owes her any favors and maybe we can get a search warrant at least.

13. INT. JORDAN’S OFFICE – EVENING

She’s sitting at her desk, pretending to do paperwork. She’s obviously tired and keeps checking her watch. NIGEL leans in the door of her office

NIGEL
Still here, love?

JORDAN motions to the stack of paperwork on her desk.

JORDAN
The job’s never over until the paperwork is done…

NIGEL pushes away from the door jamb to go lean on her desk.

NIGEL
I’ve known you to stay late because of autopsies, trace, or just waiting around to get answers on a case. And now occasionally to jump Woodrow’s bones. But never to do paperwork. (crosses arms) It must be a riveting case.

JORDAN
It is….it is…

NIGEL pulls the file away from her.

NIGEL
Sixty-eight year-old man dies of thrombosis. Riveting. Positively riveting…

JORDAN
(defensively)
Someone has to speak for the dead…

NIGEL
And the insurance companies…who are the ones that ordered this cut-and-dried autopsy.

He plops the paperwork back down on her desk.

NIGEL (cont’d)
So why are you really here three hours after quitting time? You can tell Uncle Nige…

JORDAN
(softly)
I’m waiting for Woody…

NIGEL
Woody’s working this late?

JORDAN
No. After we found the ammonium nitrate on Mark’s shoes, Woody went to search Midkiff.

NIGEL
I thought he’d already been brought in for questioning.

JORDAN
He had…but Woody had to let Midkiff walk because all the PD had was circumstantial evidence.

NIGEL’S eyebrows draw together and his face registers some concern.

NIGEL
Woodrow should have been back now…

JORDAN
I know….

She gives an impatient look.

NIGEL
(more assuredly)
I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about. You know Woodrow. He’s gonna nail a case like this down tight because he doesn’t want a snake like Midkiff walking on a technicality.

JORDAN
(rubbing her eyes)
I know. I know he’ll be thorough. It’s just…he should have been back by now.

NIGEL
Maybe Midkiff wasn’t at his headquarters?

JORDAN
(shaking head)
I don’t know. I haven’t heard of any APBs put out, and Woody hasn’t called. That’s what has me worried.

NIGEL
(quiet for a moment)
Midkiff is quite a charismatic character. He has lots of followers. Maybe they’re hiding him.

JORDAN nods.

NIGEL (cont’d)
It seems that even the most boring cult leaders are somewhat charismatic…have the quality about them that makes you want to trust them.

JORDAN
(teasing)
You sound like the voice of experience there, Nige.

NIGEL
These people flood the halls and haunts of the lonely …out-of-state college students…older people with no one around…young, impressionable seamen torn away from their family for the first time…

JORDAN
Like you were?

NIGEL
(nods)
But I never went beyond politely listening to them. But I can see that for anyone who doesn’t have an anchor in their life, a cult like Midkiff’s could have a powerful pull.

JORDAN
Maybe. But I like to think that I’m stronger than that. That I’m all I need…

NIGEL gives her a pointed look

NIGEL
Are you?

JORDAN looks away for a minute, at a photo on her desk.

JORDAN
No. I’m not all I need…and right now I really need Woody to call me.

NIGEL
(giving her a soft look)
I’m sure Woody’s fine, love.

GARRET enters JORDAN’S office, interrupting the conversation.

GARRET
Or not.

JORDAN
(confused)
What?

GARRET is holding a picture of WOODY tied to a chair, obviously beaten, his shirt ripped.

GARRET
This just came in to my office and the precinct.

 

END OF ACT TWO

 


ACT THREE


14. INT. MORGUE – CONFERENCE ROOM – THE NEXT DAY

NIGEL, BUG, KATE, GARRET and some other morgue supernumeraries have been gathered into the conference room. Some are standing, others sitting at the table. JORDAN is seated at the table, looking quite distressed but trying not to. There are some FBI/ATF agents standing around the edges of the room. One FBI agent, AGENT PRESTON, is leading the briefing. He has passed out handouts and is running a PowerPoint presentation. There is a photo of MIDKIFF being projected.

AGENT PRESTON
The Reverend Early Midkiff . Subject of a federal indictment in Utah and Arizona and under investigation here in Boston. Physical abuse, fraud, misappropriation of funds. You name it. We also believe he’s got himself a harem of underage girls. We’re on high alert here. If our intelligence is right, this guy’s got enough ordnance to blow up Boston three times over. We need everything you can give us. Get me the autopsies on the reporter and the Meade boy ASAP. Go over them a hundred times and then go over them again. We need hair, DNA, fiber samples…anything that can pinpoint where this bunker is. Nothing slips by. Nothing.

GARRET
My team is thorough and professional, Agent Preston. We don’t let things slip by.

AGENT PRESTON
(patronizing)
I’m sure, Dr. Macy, but I don’t think you know what we’re dealing with here.

PRESTON produces a big stack of papers bound together and tosses them on the table.

AGENT PRESTON (cont’d)
Copies of this document were delivered in the last hour to several local media outlets, City Hall, and the area FBI field office.

KATE
What is it?

AGENT PRESTON
Midkiff’s been busy. It’s the good reverend’s manifesto. He intends to “cleanse the world of sinners and blasphemers.” It also contains his list of demands.

GARRET
Demands?

AGENT PRESTON
Call off the investigations or he’ll make good on his threats.

JORDAN’S ears perk up and there is fear in her voice.

JORDAN
Threats? What threats?

AGENT PRESTON
The manifesto was accompanied by this.

PRESTON hits a key on the laptop. A grainy video begins. We see WOODY, blindfolded, gagged and tied to a chair. We hear MIDKIFF’S voice, but we don’t see him.

MIDKIFF
(off camera)
"Then all men of his city shall stone him to death; so you shall remove the evil from your midst, and all Israel will hear of it and tremble with fear."


We see an arm come into shot, holding a gun. The gun is pressed against WOODY’S temple, the hammer pulled back…and then the screen goes blank. A tight shot of JORDAN’S face. Tears have sprung to her eyes.

Hostage

JORDAN
(whispering)
Oh, my God…

KATE is sitting next to her and places a hand on top of JORDAN’S.

AGENT PRESTON
(smug)
Shall I play it again?

GARRET
That’s enough, Agent Preston.

AGENT PRESTON folds up his laptop with a shrug. The agents begin to disperse. Much consternation and ado.

AGENT PRESTON
Find this guy. Yesterday’s not soon enough. Special Agent Matthews will be your point man here at the morgue…

JORDAN
Excuse me…

AGENT PRESTON
(ignoring her)
…Agent Peretti from ATF will be working with BPD, and I will be…

JORDAN
(anger rising)
Excuse me…excuse me…HEY!

AGENT PRESTON
(more condescension)
I’m sorry…and you are?

JORDAN
Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh. I’m sitting here listening to you talk about FBI intelligence, which, if you ask me is a contradiction in terms, and about everything we need to do, but the one thing I haven’t heard you talk about is what you’re going to do to find and rescue the man in that video.

AGENT PRESTON
Dr. Cavanaugh, you remember the Venezia. I shouldn’t have to remind you what we’re dealing with here. Our first priority is to find the bunker before Midkiff decides it’s Armageddon time. For all we know, that cop is already dead.

GARRET

That cop is a friend of ours, agent. So you’ll forgive us if we make that our first priority.


AGENT PRESTON and the suits begin to file out. The gang stands and looks at JORDAN with sympathy.

NIGEL
He’s alive. Don’t think of him any other way.

KATE
(quietly)
We’ll find him, Jordan.

JORDAN
(stiff upper lip)
You heard the man. We’ve got work to do.

15. INT. BUNKER – ROOM – DAY

The scene begins in total blackness. Then, light. From our POV we see a hand pulling something away from the camera lens and then an empty, dank room. We realize we are seeing the room from WOODY’S POV. The cut to WOODY, as the blindfold and gag have been removed from his eyes and mouth. He’s very much alive, but bruised, bloodied, and battered. He is still tied to the chair, and one eye is swollen shut. He is huffing and breathless from being gagged. He looks around the room and gets his bearings. We see then the other figure in the room. It is a YOUNG MAN, around 20 years old. He is holding a rifle and looking at WOODY. He is nervous, jittery, but trying to project an air of power and strength.


WOODY
Where am I? What is this place?

The YOUNG MAN says nothing. WOODY tries to size him up.

WOODY (cont’d)
My name is Woody Hoyt. I’m a Detective with the Boston Police Department. If you just untie me and let me go, I can get you into protection. Midkiff can’t touch you.


The YOUNG MAN is clearly taking this in, but he remains silent and jittery. He’s all nervous gestures. Pulling at his ear, bouncing from foot to foot.

kid

WOODY (cont’d)
(gently)
How old are you? Nineteen? Twenty? This is not going to end well for you.

YOUNG MAN
Look, just shut up! Shut your mouth! You want me to put the gag back on?

WOODY
(gently)
Okay!! It’s okay! I just wanna talk. That okay? Just talk.

The YOUNG MAN shrugs noncommittally. After a beat WOODY proceeds carefully, trying to humanize himself.

WOODY
I’m Woody. I’m a cop. I’m from Wisconsin. Little place called Kewaunee. You from around here?

YOUNG MAN
(after a beat)
Yeah. Southie.

WOODY
Southie. Baseball or hockey?

YOUNG MAN
(warily)
Hockey.

WOODY
Good man. Go Bruins, right? Best Bruin of all time…Phil Esposito or Bobby Orr?

YOUNG MAN
(still a bit withdrawn)
Phil Esposito, of course.

WOODY is good-natured, trying to draw him out

WOODY (cont’d)
What? No way, man! Bobby Orr! The man won eight straight Norris trophies!

YOUNG MAN
(warming up)
Yeah, but Esposito’s records stood for years. Only Gretzky can touch him.

WOODY
Fair enough. All right, fantasy NHL lineup. Any team, any era. I put Terry Sawchuk in goal.

YOUNG MAN
Gotta be Patrick Roy.

WOODY
(joshing, good-natured)
Patrick Roy? Patrick Roy? Come on, kid!

The mood suddenly shifts. The YOUNG MAN’S face falls. WOODY notices and clams up.

YOUNG MAN
I’m not a kid.

WOODY
I’m sorry, I was just-

YOUNG MAN
I’m not a kid, all right?

WOODY
It’s cool, it’s okay. I didn’t mean anything by it.

YOUNG MAN
(wildly)
I’m not a kid, I’m a man! You’ll see what I can do, all right? I can prove my faith! I can do this! I can do it!


The YOUNG MAN lifts the rifle and holds it perilously close to WOODY’S head.

I'm not a kid

WOODY
Okay! Okay! I get it! You’re a man! You’re in charge here. You got all the power. We’re just talking here, okay? Just talking.

The YOUNG MAN hesitates a moment, then lowers the rifle. WOODY is shaking, but he takes a slow, deep breath. Things are worse then he realized. He speaks after a beat.

WOODY
I told you my name. I’m Woody. Woody Hoyt. Looks like we might be here for awhile. I don’t want to call you "kid," so, how about telling me your name?

The YOUNG MAN eyes him with suspicion.

WOODY (cont’d)
Just your name. It’s okay.

YOUNG MAN
(after a beat)
Kevin. Kevin Meade.



16. INT. MORGUE – AUTOPSY – DAY

The bodies of REPORTER and ROBERT MEADE have been laid out. JORDAN is finishing up the autopsy of REPORTER. Others are running tests, examining MEADE again, etc. GARRET is running the show.


GARRET
I don’t have to tell you how important this is, people. Woody’s out there, and we have to find him. Nigel, I need you to run tox again, fiber, chem panel. Anything you can think of. Kate, you and Bug go over Robbie Meade’s autopsy report again.

KATE
(gently but firmly)
We’ve been over it six times already.

GARRET
Maybe the seventh time will be the charm.

KATE
Garret…there’s nothing there.

GARRET
This is Woody, Dr. Switzer. Maybe that means nothing to you, but you’ve been here long enough to realize we don’t give up on one of our own.

KATE blinks in shock at the rebuke and looks away, her feelings a bit hurt.

GARRET (cont’d)
I’m…sorry.

KATE
(softly)
I’ll go over the results again.

GARRET
(to JORDAN, quietly)
We got this, Jordan. You don’t have to be here.

JORDAN
(quietly, firmly)
Yeah. I do.

GARRET
We will find him. He’s going to be okay.

 

He's going to be okay

JORDAN
(trying to convince herself)
He’s a cop. He’s had…resistance training. He’ll be fine.

BUG
I think I got something…

The gang looks over with great interest. He’s got a fiber of some kind he’s holding up with a pair of tweezers.

BUG (cont’d)
A fiber.

NIGEL
I’ve got it....

BUG drops the fiber into NIGEL’S test tube. He squirts some liquid into it and hurries over to some piece of machinery.

JORDAN
(hopefully)
It’s a carpet fiber…

GARRET
Looks like it.

BUG
We should be able to identify the fiber type or the chemical treatment. If it’s rare enough, we can pinpoint a location.

JORDAN
And get Woody the hell out of there.

KATE
Let’s hope Midkiff has expensive tastes in carpeting.

JORDAN
Come on…

They wait for a moment, then the machine pings.

JORDAN (cont’d)
What? What is it?

NIGEL scans the results and frowns.

NIGEL
It’s carpet fiber. Both the fiber and the stain-resistant coating are found on approximately 85% of the commercial carpeting in the greater Boston area.

They are all disappointed. Shoulders sag.

NIGEL (cont’d)
Back to square one.

GARRET
All right, we got lucky with the fiber, but there’s got to be something else. Keep looking, people.

They all start to go back to work, except JORDAN. She watches the others at work, then slowly backs out of the room while no one sees. NIGEL is preparing another blood sample. He turns around and bumps into BUG, sending the slide to the floor.

NIGEL
Now look what you’ve done!

BUG
Me? You weren’t watching where you were going!

NIGEL
I’ve got to start the whole test over!

BUG
If you hadn’t been…

GARRET
HEY! Knock it off, both of you!

GARRET gives them a stern look. Chastized, NIGEL and BUG look away in shame.

GARRET (cont’d)
Think about Jordan…

GARRET turns to where he thinks JORDAN is standing, but she’s not there.

GARRET (cont’d)
Jordan? Jordan!


He frowns and hurries out of the room.

 

17. INT. BUNKER – ROOM - CONTINUING

Things are quiet. KEVIN is eyeing WOODY with suspicion, and WOODY is thinking, trying to find a way inside this kid.


WOODY
Hey. You got a girlfriend?

KEVIN says nothing.

WOODY (cont’d)
It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. I didn’t have a girlfriend when I was your age, either. I got one now, though. Her name’s Jordan. If you untie my hands, I’ll show you a picture of her.

KEVIN doesn’t react.

WOODY
Didn’t think so. (beat) She’s beautiful, though. I took one look at her, and it was all over.

KEVIN still isn’t talking, but he is clearly listening with interest, even if he is pretending not to.

WOODY (cont’d)
Know how long I chased her? Almost six years. That’s patience. (beat) She’s all I’m thinking about in here, Kevin. Getting out and spending the rest of my life with her. Hearing her tell me she loves me again. That’s the best thing in the world. Hearing the girl you love saying she loves you back. (with meaning) Everybody should have that once in their life. Nobody should die without hearing that.

KEVIN frowns and shoots WOODY a look.

WOODY (cont’d)
This Midkiff guy…is he worth it, Kevin? ‘Cause you’re a smart kid. You know how these things go down. Jonestown. Waco. You think it’s an accident he’s under investigation in three states?

KEVIN
“Blessed are they who are persecuted for righteousness sake, for the kingdom of heaven shall be theirs.”

WOODY
You’re Robbie Meade’s brother, right? Robbie knew what was up. He was trying to get the two of you out of here. He was looking out for you, and he died for it.

KEVIN
Robbie died because his faith wasn’t strong enough!

WOODY
No. Robbie died because he knew the truth. Do you know what drugs Midkiff has been giving you?

KEVIN
Those aren’t drugs, they’re to help with the side effects of detox!

WOODY
They’re tranquilizers, Kevin! He’s trying to keep you nice and quiet!

KEVIN
No! NO! You’re lying!

WOODY
No. I’m not, And neither was Robbie.

KEVIN
Robbie was a sinner! A blasphemer! He deserved to die! We will cleanse the world of all sinners and blasphemers!

KEVIN lifts the rifle again and presses the butt into WOODY’S forehead.

KEVIN (cont’d)
You all deserve to die!

WOODY
It’s okay, Kevin! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I just want to talk to you! We’re just talking! Put the gun down! Put the gun down…I just want to talk…

The door to the room opens. Light from outside spills in. MIDKIFF appears in the doorway.

MIDKIFF
If you want to talk to someone, detective, you can talk to me.


No Place That Far - Sara Evans
18. INT MORGUE HALLWAYS AND OFFICES - DAY

GARRET is frantically looking for JORDAN. He runs down the halls, checking the autopsy rooms and offices, but she’s nowhere to be found. Finally he notices a storage closet with the door slightly ajar. He quietly pushes it open and finds her sitting in a corner, her knees pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped around them, her head on top of her knees.

Hide out.

19. INT. MORGUE STORAGE CLOSET - CONTINUING


GARRET
Hey… I’ve been looking for you.

JORDAN only sniffles.

GARRET goes to sit beside her on the floor.


GARRET (cont’d)
You scared me.

JORDAN’S face is still buried in her arms.

JORDAN (cont’d)
Sorry.

GARRET waits a beat and sighs.

GARRET (cont’d)
You okay?

JORDAN
I can’t do this, Garret.

GARRET
(misunderstanding)
No one’s asking you to, Jor. Bug and Nigel can run trace and Kate can help…

JORDAN finally raises her head and looks at him. It’s obvious she’s been crying, but she’s struggling to get herself under control at this time.

JORDAN
No…that’s not what I mean. I mean I can’t do this….

She spreads hands out in front of her, palms up.

JORDAN (cont’d)
I can’t love a cop.

GARRET needs another beat to realize what she’s talking about.

GARRET
Seems like it’s a little late to realize that…

JORDAN
I mean, I love him, Garret. I do. For once in my life, I’m ready to say the hell with the emotional walls, put aside everything and allow myself to love the man who has loved me for six years…and this happens…and there’s no guarantee that something like this won’t happen again…

GARRET
(interrupting)
And there’s no guarantee any of us will wake up tomorrow morning, either, Jordan.

JORDAN
But Woody’s a cop, for Christ’s sake. The likelihood of him being hurt…or killed…(voice breaks) is more than the rest of us.

GARRET
Jordan, Woody’s a trained professional…

JORDAN
(wiping eyes)
Who has a bad habit of not calling for back up. Do you want to take bets that he just took the bench warrant and waltzed right into Midkiff’s headquarters without any other officers (voice raises slightly), because I bet that’s what happened. He had to play the hero and not wait for the cavalry…(voice catches again)

GARRET
Jordan…come on. (slight chuckle) Woody’s not near as bad as he used to be. And besides, Woody’s had resistance and survival training. You said so yourself.

JORDAN
(voice wavering)
I just need to know that he’s okay.

GARRET
This is Woody we’re talking about here. He’s going to move hell and heaven to get back to you.

JORDAN
I need to know, Gar. (Softly) I have to know he’s alright.

GARRET sighs and rubs the back of his head.

GARRET
We’ve been through similar situations before. And you and I both know that right now Woody is their bargaining chip. If Midkiff kills him, the good reverend knows the Boston PD wouldn’t hesitate to rain down fire and brimstone on him and his little group.

JORDAN sighs, then nods and leans her head on GARRET’S shoulder.

JORDAN
I know…I’m just worried.

GARRET puts arm around her.

GARRET
I know. I know you are.

JORDAN
I want him back home. Safe and sound.

GARRET
So you can beat him for not waiting on back up?

JORDAN
(slight laugh)
Yeah.

GARRET
(pauses for a moment)
Well, it seems to me like there’s one of two things you can do now, Jor.

JORDAN still has her head on Garret’s shoulder and her eyes closed.

JORDAN
What’s that?

GARRET
You can either stay in here…in this storage closet…and admire all the cleaning supplies, or you can get up and go back with me into Trace and try to find something that will lead us to him.

A worried look crosses JORDAN’S face when she remembers Waco and Jonestown.

JORDAN
Because we all know how well the Feds work with cults…

GARRET
(nods)
And I know what Woody would do if you were in his position.

JORDAN gets to her feet and holds out her hand to GARRET to help him up.

JORDAN
He sure as hell wouldn’t be sitting in a supply closet.

GARRET
Nope.

He lets her pull him to his feet.

GARRET (cont’d)
He’d be choking the life out of Midkiff any way he could.

JORDAN smiles and opens the door to the closet.

JORDAN (cont’d)
Then let’s go find something to make a noose for the good reverend.

 


20. INT. BUNKER – ROOM - CONTINUING

We are where we left off. MIDKIFF, followed by his THUG, enters the room slowly, in charge, and walks a circle around WOODY. He pulls out a knife and walks behind WOODY’S back. WOODY’S shoulders tense, fearing the worst. MIDKIFF lowers the knife and cuts the ropes off WOODY’S hands. WOODY exhales visibly in relief and rubs his wrists.

MIDKIFF
Are you a man of faith, Detective?

WOODY
(hesitantly)
I go to mass every week.

MIDKIFF
That’s not what I asked. I asked you if you were a man of faith. The Bible tells us faith is the substance of things hoped for but not seen. You’re a Papist. You’ve never seen the…transubstantiation, but you have faith that the bread and wine becomes the body and blood of Christ.

WOODY
…Yes.

MIDKIFF
These people…Kevin…my flock…they have faith. They believe. They believe they can throw off Satan’s bonds with my help. They believe they can walk the paths of righteousness through me. Why do men seek to rob them of that?

WOODY
(carefully)
This isn’t about faith. This is about the weapons you’re stockpiling.

MIDKIFF
“And the Lord said to Moses, ‘Treat the Midianites as your enemies and kill them because they treated you as enemies.’” I am a new Moses, and I am leading my people to the new promised land.

WOODY
I don’t remember anything about Moses getting his people hooked on Compazine.

MIDKIFF backhands WOODY. He’s wearing a big ring, and when WOODY overcomes the momentary shock, he presses his hand up to his lip, which is trickling a thin line of blood.

MIDKIFF
My wrath is slow to rise, detective, but I suggest that you not test me.

There is a beat. Then WOODY trying to get MIDKIFF talking.

WOODY (cont’d)
What do you want? Why are you holding me?

MIDKIFF
We want to be left alone. To worship as we see fit. We want the investigations called off.

WOODY
You murdered Robbie Meade and the reporter. They’ll never call off the investigations.

A slow, twisted grin spreads across MIDKIFF’S face. The horrifying realization has hit WOODY.

WOODY (cont’d)
Jesus…you knew that. You never had any intention of letting me go, did you? This is just part of your twisted plan. You’re sick.

MIDKIFF
All the great prophets have been maligned.

WOODY
Great prophets? Is that what you think you are? Faith is supposed to give people hope, not turn them into strung-out zombies…afraid to talk to their own families.

MIDKIFF
“For I have come to turn a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a man’s enemies will be the members of his own household.” The Gospel According to Matthew.

WOODY
Twelve years of Catholic school, and I never heard those words twisted like that, you sick son of a bitch.

MIDKIFF is a bit rattled but maintains control. He signals to his THUG and KEVIN

MIDKIFF
Take him.

THUG pulls WOODY out of the chair, holding his arms behind his back. KEVIN hesitates.

MIDKIFF
(to KEVIN)
Take him!

KEVIN aims his gun at WOODY and the THUG starts to drag WOODY from the room.

WOODY
(fear in his voice)
What are you doing?


MIDKIFF says nothing but follows them from the room.

21. INT. BUNKER – CHAPEL - CONTINUING

Chapel of Snakes

THUG enters pushing WOODY, followed by KEVIN, who is still holding a gun on WOODY. MIDKIFF follows behind, still looking cool as a cucumber. The room is a plain white room. At one end is an altar and a simple cross. There are folding chairs set up facing the altar. There is some kind of door on the floor of the altar. They all cross to the door. MIDKIFF signals to the THUG to open the door. KEVIN still has the gun trained on WOODY. THUG opens the door. We see the look of horror on WOODY’S face, and then from his POV, we see it…a pit filled with hundreds of snakes…writhing, twisting, striking.

Snakes

WOODY
Jesus…

MIDKIFF
That’s right, detective, you’re a man of faith. Invoke the Lord’s name. You’ll need him.

The THUG grabs WOODY and pushes him closer to the pit.

MIDKIFF (cont’d)
You said that in your church, you consider this a test of God. In my church, we don’t consider this testing God. We’re testing you. Tell me…is your faith strong enough?

The THUG pushes WOODY to the ground, his face mere inches from the pit. And:

BLACKOUT

 

END OF ACT THREE

 

 

ACT FOUR

JORDAN
Have you found anything?

NIGEL
(looking morose)
The blood sample…carpet sample…nothing...

JORDAN
(snapping to control mode)
Do we still have Robert Meade’s body?

KATE
We’ve been over it a dozen times…

JORDAN
(impatiently)
Then go over it thirteen times. And Nigel? Anyway you can hack into the FBI computer and run that video feed of Woody? Maybe we can see something…anything on that video. Agent Preston only let us watch it for a minute…

NIGEL
(catching JORDAN’S drift)
Good as done.

NIGEL turns to computer and begins to hack.

ROBERT MEADE’S body comes in. GARRET and KATE begin to go over it again while JORDAN turns her attention to the REPORTER, going over his tox screens, autopsy results, and re-examining his body. It’s quiet for a while, as nothing is showing up to help them identify where woody might be.


NIGEL
(excited)
Take a look at that…


He projects the scene of WOODY onto a larger screen from the computer and adjusts it to where there’s a sliver of a window above WOODY’S head.

Look at that...

NIGEL (cont’d)
See that?

GARRET
See what?

NIGEL goes over to screen and points to part of a tower that can be seen.

NIGEL
That.

BUG
What’s that?

NIGEL
It’s a cell phone tower.

KATE
(exasperated and sarcastic)
Big deal. It’s a cell phone tower. There’s thousands of those things in Massachusetts.

NIGEL
(ignoring her sarcasm)
Not this particular type of cell phone tower. It’s a VoIP tower.

JORDAN
A VoIP tower? What’s significant about that?

GARRET
It’s the same phone system we have here…it’s a commercial phone system used only in our state.

NIGEL
(nodding)
Which means, since it’s not one of the bigger phone systems, there are a limited number of towers…

ORDAN
(realization dawning in her eyes)
We’ve just narrowed the search. Let’s see if the FBI can pick up pings off of Woody’s phone or Midkiff’s phone from these towers…

BUG
And if we could match the location to any buildings in the areas that may be using this commercial grade of carpet…

JORDAN has determination written all over her face as she picks up the phone.

JORDAN (cont’d)
And then I’m going to go get Woody…

23. INT. MORGUE - TRACE - DAY

JORDAN, GARRET, NIGEL, KATE and BUG are there along with AGENT PERETTI. They’ve obviously told him about the VoIP tower because he’s on the phone with his team who have figured out where the pings were coming from and have pinpointed a location.


PERETTI
Good work, folks. My team has narrowed down the location and we’re assembling now. The FBI would like to thank you for your hard work and dedication to this case.

JORDAN
What about Woo…Detective Hoyt?

PERETTI
I assure you everything possible will be done to extract Detective Hoyt safely, Doctor Cavanaugh.

JORDAN
Not good enough.

PERETTI
(playing dense)
I’m sorry?

JORDAN
(voice rising slightly)
I said, it’s not good enough. I want to be there with you when you go to ‘safely extract Detective Hoyt’.

PERETTI manages to be smooth even though he’s taken aback.

PERETTI (cont’d)
I’m afraid that’s not possible, Dr. Cavanaugh. You’re not with the FBI.

JORDAN’S voice grows louder. She’s exasperated beyond words and all she wants is WOODY back – it’s written all over her face.

JORDAN
But I’m with this case…and I’m with him.

She points to WOODY’S picture still on the screen.

PERETTI is still smug as he heads towards the exit.

PERETTI (cont’d)
I’m sorry. I can’t allow it…

JORDAN follows him, still talking loudly, in that forceful, “Jordan” way.

JORDAN
We found the tower. What makes you think I don’t have ways of finding out where you’re going and following you anyway.

GARRET steps between JORDAN and PERETTI, trying to be the voice of reason, stopping the argument and trying to prevent PERETTI from leaving.

GARRET
She’s right, you know. We did find out about the tower. And the carpet fiber. We deserve a piece of this, too.

PERETTI
(typical FBI)
But it’s not allowed….

GARRET chuckles and points to JORDAN.

GARRET
And you actually think that’s going to stop her?

PERETTI takes a moment, looking at the determination on JORDAN’S face. He repeats himself, only this time not as emphatically.

PERETTI
But it’s not allowed…

GARRET
She will follow you.

PERETTI looks down for a minute before looking back at JORDAN and GARRET.

PERETTI
You’ll have to ride in the car and stay in the car until we finish the raid. The minute you get out, you’re on your own. We can’t be responsible for rogue medical examiners.

GARRET
I’ll go with her. I promise I’ll keep her on a leash.

PERETTI exits.

GARRET stops JORDAN before she can follow the agent. He speaks under his breath to JORDAN.

GARRET (cont’d)
And we all know what happened the last time I tried to keep you on a leash…

 


24. EXT. MIDKIFF’S HEADQUARTERS - CONTINUING

FBI cars are everywhere, with agents in sniper positions, as well as behind the cars with guns pointed at the building. PRESTON is on a bullhorn as JORDAN and GARRET show up in a car with PERETTI.

Raiding the compound


PERETTI
You two stay in the car.

JORDAN
But…

PERETTI
(more forcefully)
Stay. In. The. Car. (looks to GARRET) She’s your responsibility.

GARRET nods; PERETTI exits the car; JORDAN goes for the door handle as soon PERETTI’S back is turned and he’s a safe distance from the car.

GARRET
Where’re you going?

JORDAN
Where do you think I’m going?

GARRET
You’ve already done it haven’t you?

JORDAN gives him a puzzled look.

GARRET (cont’d)
Chewed through your leash.

JORDAN smiles, gets out of the car and sneaks her way to the front.

PERETTI
(hissing at her)
What the hell are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay in the car!

JORDAN
In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t follow orders very well.

PERETTI
(giving her a look)
Really? I would have never thought-

JORDAN
(cutting him off)
So what’s going on? Where’s Midkiff? Have you heard anything about Detective Hoyt?

PERETTI
Preston’s trying to get an answer out of him…


The camera pans to PRESTON on the bullhorn.

Bullhorn

PRESTON
Midkiff! Come out now…and no one will get hurt…

There is silence from inside the building.

PRESTON (cont’d)
Midkiff? Did you hear me?

There is only silence.

PRESTON (cont’d)
(still on bullhorn)
Rev. Midkiff…

MIDKIFF’S voice comes from inside the building.

MIDKIFF (cont’d)
Stand down! Tell your men to stand down…or the cop gets it…

PRESTON
We can’t do that Rev. Midkiff…

MIDKIFF
I mean it! Stand down, drop all charges or the policeman dies….

JORDAN
(frantic)
Tell them to stand down! Tell them to…

PERETTI
It’s not my call, Dr. Cavanaugh…

JORDAN is growing more frantic by the moment.

JORDAN
(to PERETTI)
Negotiate…why aren’t they trying to negotiate?

PERETTI
The FBI doesn’t negotiate with kidnappers…

JORDAN (cont’d)
These…kidnappers … happen to have my…one of Boston’s finest inside, holding him hostage.


Suddenly, gun shots ring out from inside. The FBI returns fire.

Shots fired.

JORDAN’S face goes white and she tries to run in, but PERETTI manages to hold her back by throwing her to the ground and literally lying on top of her until the firing stops. When that happens she shoves him off and runs for the building, going inside with the FBI agents before PERETTI can stop her.

PERETTI
Dr. Cavanaugh….. Wait…

He realizes it’s too late to stop her.

PERETTI (cont’d)
It’s not safe yet…

JORDAN makes it inside, frantically looking for WOODY, but can’t find him. She sees MIDKIFF’S bullet riddled body, as well as some of his other thugs. KEVIN MEADE is wounded, but not fatally. The agents are working with him.

JORDAN finally spots him in an adjacent room, curled up in a corner, bloody, beaten, but alive. She runs over to him, cradles his head in her lap, feeling for a pulse in his neck at the same time.

Don't leave me


JORDAN
Woody… Woody?

WOODY groans.

The camera pulls away and we see JORDAN kiss his forehead and whisper something in his ear.

END OF ACT FOUR

 

 

ACT FIVE

 


Only You - Joshua Radin
25. INT. ROOM – DAY

Scene opens with a tight shot on JORDAN’S mid-chest up. Her eyes are red, she’s lost in thought with worry creases on her forehead. And then a voice.

WOODY
(off, raspy)
Hey…

Hospital

JORDAN’S face lights up. The camera pulls back to reveal we are in a hospital room. WOODY is in bed, hooked up to an IV. His face is battered and bruised. His eyes are black and swollen. JORDAN rises from her chair next to his bed and crosses to his bed.

JORDAN
(smiling through tears)
Hey yourself. You’re awake…

WOODY
How long was I out?

JORDAN
A few hours.

WOODY
(still a bit woozy)
Man, you’re a sight for sore eyes.

JORDAN
This from a guy who knows a thing or two about sore eyes.

JORDAN reaches out and gently touches his bruised face and fiddles with a bandage on his face.

WOODY
I need you. Don’t leave me.

JORDAN
…What was that?

WOODY
That’s what you said. In the bunker.

JORDAN
(smiling)
Yeah…

WOODY
You said that to me before. When I got shot.

A look of sadness momentarily passes over JORDAN’S face at the memory of WOODY’S shooting and the aftermath.

JORDAN
(smiling ruefully)
Yeah. Well. Hopefully it played a little better his time.

WOODY
I’m sorry, Jordan. For all that. I keep kicking myself…

JORDAN
It’s okay. Just rest. We don’t have to talk about this now.

WOODY
No, I want to…They give us training…how to survive…they tell us to focus on something, the one thing worth living for, the one thing we need to stay alive for. All I could think of was you. Seeing you again. And then I knew I was gonna make it.

JORDAN
Well, I’m glad you were so sure. I guess you missed the other thing I whispered. The part about waking up so I could kick your ass for not calling for backup. Man, I am so not ready to go grey.

WOODY
Are you kidding me? You’re going to be one of those fabulous grey-haired dames who rides a Harley and takes up kick-boxing when you’re 70.

JORDAN
Think you can keep up with me?

WOODY
Gonna try.

JORDAN
Just do me a favor. Call for back-up next time.

WOODY
I love you, you know that?

JORDAN
Yeah. I do. I love you, too.

26. INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY – NIGHT

JORDAN exits the hospital room. GARRET is sitting on the chairs outside WOODY’S door. He is holding two Styrofoam cups of coffee and hands JORDAN one. She sits next to him.


JORDAN
Thanks…

GARRET
How is he?

JORDAN
Good. Considering. They’re keeping him overnight for observation. But he’s gonna be okay.

GARRET
He was lucky.

JORDAN
Yeah. This time.

JORDAN’S face clouds over and she’s lost in thought for a moment.

GARRET
You need a lift home?

JORDAN
No…thanks, Garret. I…think I’ll stay here tonight. With Woody.

GARRET
So…I guess you’re in this for the duration, then.

JORDAN
(smiling)
Yeah. I guess I am. I spent my whole life being scared. Running every time I got close to someone. I can’t do that anymore. The thing is, I don’t want to do that anymore. For the first time in my life. And I’m not scared. I’m…terrified.

GARRET gives her a knowing smile. JORDAN raises an eyebrow.

JORDAN
What?

GARRET
(chuckling)
Our little girl is growing up.

JORDAN
(smiling, but teary-eyed)
Yeah, well don’t blow my cover. I got a rep to protect.

GARRET
Your secret’s safe with me.

JORDAN smiles at him and leans her head against his shoulder. GARRET slips a fatherly arm around her and they sip at their coffee. The camera pans up slightly, and we see above their heads through the window into WOODY’S room. We see WOODY sleeping quietly.

FADE TO END CREDITS


 

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"Long Way Down"



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