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Episode #VS716


There Are More Things

Crossing Jordan Virtual Season 7

“There Are More Things (Than Are Dreamt Of)”

Written by
Nynaeve

Art by
Harbor Runner


“Crossing Jordan Virtual Season 7” is a fan-based effort not intended to infringe on the rights of Tailwind Productions, NBC/Universal or any of the other copyright holders of “Crossing Jordan.” No money was made from the writing or posting of any content.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE


Jordan Cavanaugh
Detective Woodrow “Woody” Hoyt
Garret Macy
Nigel Townsend
Kate Switzer
Mahesh “Bug” Vijayaraghavensatanaryanamurthy
Lily Lebowski

Max Cavanaugh
Matt Seely
Eddie Winslow
Det. Rich Davidson
Sophie Bergstrom
Dr. Torres
Nurses

 

SET LIST

INTERIORS
MORGUE
   HALLWAY
   JORDAN’S OFFICE
   TRACE
   AUTOSPY ONE
   NIGEL’S LAB

JORDAN’S APARTMENT
   BEDROOM

MIAMI HOSPITAL
   MAX’S ROOM
   HALLWAY
   CAFETERIA

MAX’S HOUSE
   LIVING ROOM
   KITCHEN

VICTIM’S HOME
   MASTER BEDROOM


EXTERIORS
MAX’S HOUSE

TEASER

Another Mystery - Dar Williams

1. INT. JORDAN’S BEDROOM – EVENING

The scene does a slow fade intro. WOODY is sitting in JORDAN’S bed, reading something. Next to him is a pad of paper. His gaze is very intent, but occasionally flicks toward the kitchen from where we hear sounds of cupboards opening and dishing clanking. He jots something down, almost furtively, before glancing toward the kitchen again. Safe, he returns to his reading. He murmurs to himself.

WOODY
Now that would be cool!

He doesn’t notice that the sounds from the kitchen have stopped and Jordan has moved toward the bed.

JORDAN
What would be cool?

WOODY looks up, the very definition of “a guilty thing surprised.” He attempts to look innocent, but fails miserably.

WOODY
Huh? What?

JORDAN
(“gotcha” smile)
You said, “That would be cool!”

WOODY
I did? (hopeful beat) Oh… uh… yeah. It’s… uh… nothing.

JORDAN
Right.

WOODY
Really! It’s nothing.

He starts to put away his reading material while also trying to move over to sit on his pad of notepaper. The boy would be terrible at undercover work. JORDAN is still smiling at him, comfortable in her own skin, with where her life is at the moment. She pounces. Despite his best efforts to stop her, she gets a hold of his reading material. She gapes at him and stiffens for a moment.

JORDAN
Woody!

WOODY
Jordan… I can explain. I just-

JORDAN
I thought it was a joke.

WOODY
It was! (mumbles) I guess.

She glares at him.

WOODY (cont’d)
I thought when… if… I mean if…. (long beat) But it’s not what you want.

JORDAN
(softly)
I didn’t say that. (beat) It’s just… (shrug) timing.

Their eyes meet and hold for a long moment.

WOODY
(rueful)
Timing. Yeah.

He gives up with a sigh. She rolls off him, ruffling the pad of paper he’d tried to hide. She picks it up and scans his writing. She flips back several pages, finding them all filled with notes. She looks at him.

JORDAN
Florists? Caterers? Bands? Woody, there’s a guest list here!

WOODY snatches the notepad away.

WOODY
There is? How’d that get there?

She glares at him again before turning away. WOODY drops the notepad and his reading material on the floor. He takes a deep breath and rolls onto his side to face her back. He traces a line down her shoulder with one finger. Her back muscles loosen a fraction. He leans in and kisses the back of her neck.

JORDAN
(half hearted)
Don’t.

WOODY
Don’t what? (beat) Love you? Need you? Hope to – Hope to spend the rest of… a long time with you?

JORDAN
Woody-

WOODY
You might as well tell me not to breathe.

He kisses her again, the time on the shoulder. One hand supports his head as he studies her. His other hand is unseen, but the muscles of his biceps and shoulder bunch and flex a bit. JORDAN’S eyes flutter shut, then open and she moans softly.

JORDAN
Not fair.

She rolls to face him, smiling again, but not as mischievously as before. They kiss, long and slow. WOODY pulls back first and leans in.

WOODY
(whisper)
All’s fair in love, remember?

JORDAN
And war.

WOODY
Does that make this make-up sex?

She answers him with another passionate kiss and the camera pans off the couple, over the edge of the bed and to the floor. There is a slow push in on WOODY’S reading material: Today’s Bride magazine. The cover bride bears a striking resemblance to JORDAN.

CROSS FADE TO:

2. INT. MAX’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

The shot is a close-up of JORDAN. There is a slow pull out to reveal that it is a photo. MAX glances over at the photo from his recliner. His eyes cloud with old worries and then, after a moment, he gives the barest of smiles. He reaches for a tumbler on the table next to him and takes a sip of the Scotch it contains. There is a sound, startling MAX out of his chair. He gets up and checks the front door, shaking his head when it’s clear there’s nothing amiss outside. He is making his way back to his chair when we see a streak of something hurtling toward his back. The weapon – a Louisville Slugger – connects with the back of MAX’S neck. He goes down, knocking over the table where JORDAN’S picture stood. The shot tightens on the shattered frame which is soon dappled with blood spatter and we can hear the gruesome sound of the bat connecting with flesh. The shot widens once more at a slow and measured pace. Dim light reflects off some of the bloody glass shards. It goes silent, a moment passing before we can hear a door slam. The shot remains focused on the photograph while we hear MAX struggling to breathe and then a clunking noise and a discordant jingling noise, as a telephone makes when dropped. Numbers are pushed slowly and then there is ringing. We can hear a voice in the background.


911 OPERATOR
(voiceover)
9-1-1. What’s the emergency?

The only reply is a deep, masculine groan.

911 OPERATOR (cont’d)
(voiceover)
Sir? Sir, can you tell me what’s wrong?

MAX
(voiceover, weak)
Jahdon.


The shot widens all the way out to reveal MAX on the floor, the baseball bat near him, blood pooling from a wound we can’t see. He scrabbles for the picture and then his eyes close.

Jahdon

END OF TEASER

 
Crossing Jordan Theme
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ACT ONE


3. TRACE – LATE MORNING

JORDAN and NIGEL are talking. NIGEL keeps looking around, his eyes anxious. They are both ignoring the body that NIGEL should be examining.

NIGEL
I’m sorry, luv. I’ve tried all the relevant databases here or in D.C.

JORDAN
Then widen the search.

NIGEL starts to protest.

JORDAN
Sorry. (beat) It’s just… He has to be out there somewhere.

NIGEL
I did warn you-

JORDAN
I know, I know. (eyes lock) Keep trying. Please?

Before he can respond, the door opens. WOODY enters, glancing at the body and then at JORDAN. She and NIGEL exchange guilty looks, but WOODY doesn’t seem to notice, allowing them both to recover.

NIGEL
I thought this was Seely’s body.

JORDAN
I wish.

WOODY takes a deep breath.

WOODY
Jordan, I… need to talk to you.

He gives NIGEL a pointed look.

WOODY (cont’d)
Privately.

NIGEL and JORDAN share a look tinged with guilt. How much of their conversation did WOODY hear?

WOODY
(emphatically)
Now.

There is another glance between NIGEL and JORDAN before NIGEL grins a bit anxiously, trying to play this off.

NIGEL
(trying to be sly)
Oh, ho ho, I get it. A bit of afternoon delight? (beat)

He waggles his eyebrows.

WOODY
(horrified)
Ewww! (beat) No!

NIGEL
Why not?

WOODY
Well, for one thing, there’s a corpse on the table there. For another, this place isn’t big on privacy.

JORDAN relaxes a little as the distraction seems to be successful. She gets into the act.

JORDAN
Especially since he bugged my office with streaming video and audio.

NIGEL looks aghast.

JORDAN (cont’d)
And thinks I don’t know about it.

She and NIGEL trade another look. Their previous furtiveness is gone. They realize they are in the clear. Of course, NIGEL also knows he’s been found out on the other matter.

NIGEL
(under his breath)
Kate!

NIGEL rushes from the room. WOODY turns to watch him go and then looks back to JORDAN.

WOODY
He didn’t… really? Did he? (beat) Don’t answer that.

JORDAN
(grin)
What’d’ ya’ need?

WOODY’S expression becomes serious again. She’s brought him back to why he came. He looks at the floor.

JORDAN (cont’d)
Woody? What’s wrong?

WOODY
I… uh… I got a call. Um… about – about twenty minutes ago.

JORDAN
Is it Cal?

WOODY shakes his head.

JORDAN (cont’d)
Your aunt or uncle? (no answer) Jeez, Woods. Come on.

WOODY
(barely meets her eyes)
It’s Max.

4. INT. AUTOPSY ONE – LATE AFTERNOON

KATE is doing the autopsy on the body seen earlier. NIGEL enters.

NIGEL
Silicate.

KATE
(not looking up)
Excuse me?

NIGEL
Silicate. Specifically Silicon Dioxide.

KATE
And you’re telling me this because…?

NIGEL
I thought you’d want to know.

KATE
You thought wrong.

NIGEL
But it might be related to the cause of death!

KATE
Thank you, Nigel. Given that I found what appears to be seawater in Mrs. Lewis’ lungs, it probably is related to cause of death. (looks up) What this has to do with me remains a mystery.

NIGEL
Jor-

He catches the look on KATE’S face.

NIGEL (cont’d)
Yeah, well then….

He looks around, awkward.

NIGEL (cont’d)
Stomach contents?

KATE
(pointing)
Over there.

SEELY enters and scowls when he sees the open condition of the body.

SEELY
I thought Jordan was doing the autopsy.

KATE
Jordan is having her weekly crises. The rest of us – as usual – are covering for her.

SEELY ponders this and responds in SEELY fashion.

SEELY
So… when will you have the results?

KATE
(heavy on the scorn)
don’t know, Detective. This is my fourth autopsy today and I can tell you this: the other three went much more quickly. (glances at NIGEL and SEELY) Probably because no one came in to ask me when those autopsies would be done or tell me about silicate.

NIGEL and SEELY exchange looks. NIGEL makes a motion toward the door. He and SEELY exit.

KATE watches them and sighs when the door shuts.

5. INT. HALLWAY – CONTINUING

SEELY
Wow! Is she in a particularly bad mood or does she just hate me?

NIGEL
Yes. (beat) I believe Binky suffered a defeat at the paws of his arch rival last weekend.

SEELY
You know, that made sense. If you know this place.

NIGEL
Binky. Her dog. He’s a-

SEELY
I don’t care. Really, Nigel. I’m okay with it not making sense.

NIGEL
Suit yourself.

There is a brief silence.

SEELY
So… does Jordan’s sudden absence have anything to do with that call Hoyt got?

NIGEL
Yeah.

SEELY
His brother again?

NIGEL
No. Her father.

SEELY
(whistles)
The legendary Max Cavanaugh! (beat) He must be getting up there. All that corned beef and cabbage finally catch up with the old fart?

NIGEL is stunned all over again at just how crass SEELY can be.

NIGEL
(acerbic)
Attempted murder.

6. INT. BREAK ROOM – CONTINUING

GARRET is getting a bottle of water from the fridge. LILY and BUG are getting ready to go home.

GARRET
Hey, Bug, thanks for coming in tomorrow.

BUG
I have a colony of Mealworm Beetles I need to check on anyway.

LILY
Does anyone know what happened?

GARRET
Only what Woody found out. (beat) Jordan said she’d call when she knows more.

BUG
It really was attempted murder?

GARRET
That’s what the detective who called Woody said. I guess he wouldn’t say much more on the phone though.

LILY
Poor Jordan. This has got to be her worst nightmare. (beat, off their looks) Well, one of them.

GARRET
Probably not high on Max’s list either.

7. INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – EVENING

MAX is lying in a raised bed. He’s pale and the IV pole at his bedside has several bags on it. He is clearly in some pain, but has a tight smile anyway. JORDAN is sitting next to him. WOODY stands across from the uneasy father-daughter tableau.

Hospital

JORDAN
(joking but emotional)
So, what, Dad? Didn’t think your only daughter was a good enough emergency contact?

MAX
I just figured Hoyt would stick around Bahston.

JORDAN rolls her eyes a bit.

WOODY
(smiling)
I’m working on that, Sir.

JORDAN ignores WOODY.

JORDAN
Daaa-aaaad.

MAX
Aww, Jahdon. It’s nothing. A bump on the head.

JORDAN
A subacute subdural hematoma is not a bump on the head! Someone tried to kill you.

MAX
Well, they didn’t do a very good job of it, did they?

A suited man enters. MAX sees the man and looks away, his face unreadable. The man steps forward.

DETECTIVE DAVIDSON
Remembered anything else, Mr. Cavanaugh?

JORDAN
(bristling)
Visiting hours are over.

DAVIDSON fishes into his coat and pulls out his badge. He flashes his shield at JORDAN.

DAVIDSON
Detective Rich Davidson, Miami-Dade P.D. And you are?

JORDAN
Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh.

DAVIDSON
(eyebrows arch)
Mr. Cavanaugh’s daughter?

JORDAN
Yeah.

DAVIDSON’S attitude changes visibly.

DAVIDSON
Maybe you can help me out. Your father doesn’t seem-

MAX
She doesn’t live here, Davidson. She doesn’t know anything.

DAVIDSON
You worked homicide, Max. You know how it is with family – sometimes they don’t know what they know.

MAX glares at him, but DAVIDSON doesn’t back down.

DAVIDSON
(to JORDAN)
Mind if I ask you a few questions?

JORDAN glances at MAX. He’s hiding something; it’s like old times and not in a good way. We know her well enough to know that JORDAN plans to see how many of her questions she can get DAVIDSON to answer.

JORDAN
Sure.

DAVIDSON gestures to the door and JORDAN, with another look at MAX, follows him. MAX looks away, pretending to be unaffected, but his eyes are anxious. He turns his attention and frustration to WOODY.

8. INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY – CONTINUING

JORDAN and DETECTIVE DAVIDSON enter the hallway. In an effort to put her at ease, DAVIDSON leans against a wall. His demeanor is affable, but his eyes appraise JORDAN thoroughly. She is busy making up her mind about him as well. DAVIDSON smiles and glances away. She wins the visual standoff. Maybe.

DAVIDSON
Your dad’s a tough one. (beat) Stubborn.

JORDAN
It runs in the family.

DAVIDSON tries another smile, this one broader.

DAVIDSON
You don’t say? (no reaction) All right, Miss Cavanaugh-

JORDAN
Doctor. Cavanaugh.

DAVIDSON
(feigns confusion)
Oh, yeah, right. Sorry. (sheepish smile) You’re a… medical examiner?

JORDAN nods warily.

DAVIDSON (cont’d)
(sigh)
So you know the sort of information that can help an investigation.

She nods again.

DAVIDSON (cont’d)
Can you think of anyone who would want to hurt your father?

JORDAN
My dad was a cop in Boston for forty years.

DAVIDSON
(getting frustrated)
My uncle was a MDPD cop that long and no one’s following him around!

JORDAN
What?

DAVIDSON
Sorry. (beat) I didn’t-

JORDAN
Someone’s following my dad? Do you have any leads?

DAVIDSON
No. But I’m pretty sure your father knows who it is. (beat) That’s why I need your help.

I Need Your Help


9. INT. MAX’S HOSPITAL ROOM – CONTINUING

MAX is glaring at WOODY.

MAX
Why did you let her come down here?

WOODY
Let her? Sir, I know you’ve been gone a couple years, but you do remember-

MAX
All right, all right. (beat) Did you have to tell her?

WOODY
With all due respect, I’m not in the habit of lying to her.

MAX
Not telling her isn’t the same as-

WOODY
Yes, Sir, it is. (hard look at MAX) To her, it is.

MAX
(tired)
When did you get to be an expert on my daughter?

WOODY
(chuckle)
No one is an expert on Jordan! I’m just the guy who loves her and wants to make a life with her.

MAX is taken aback momentarily. He shakes his head and snorts.

MAX
How’s that going?

WOODY
Like I said, I’m working on it.

MAX
Well, if it matters, you have my blessing.

WOODY
Thank you, Sir. It does matter. (pause) So, what happened last night?

MAX
Woody-

WOODY
This was a touching little scene, Max, but it’s obvious you know more than you’re telling Davidson.

MAX sighs and closes his eyes, cornered.

 

END OF ACT ONE

 

 


ACT TWO


10. INT. TRACE – NEXT MORNING

GARRET is gowned and gloved, standing next to the body of a man in his mid-seventies. He is appraising the body, taking in details. He has a thoughtful frown on his face.

BUG enters. Seeing GARRET, he looks perplexed.

BUG
I thought Kate-

GARRET
Dr. Switzer’s a little…

BUG
Bitchy?

GARRET
(grins)
I was going to say busy, but… yeah. That, too.

NIGEL
Nigel thinks it’s because that dog of hers lost some contest.

GARRET
(nodding)
Could have something to do with Jordan.

BUG
(sly, for him)
I didn’t think Jordan went in for fancy canine contests.

GARRET
(chuckling)
Somehow I don’t think Kate was cut out to work with someone of Jordan’s… temperament.

BUG
(still bantering)
Ohhhh. You mean her insistence on playing homicide detective, tilting at windmills, bullying government and racking up the frequent flier miles when it suits her?

GARRET is a bit amazed at this speech of BUG’S. He catches the twinkle in the younger man’s eyes though and smiles.

GARRET
And yet all of you – us – go along with her.

There is a moment as they ponder this.

BUG
So, you’re filling in for Kate.

GARRET gestures to the second body in Trace.

GARRET
You got it. His-and-hers autopsies.

BUG
(suspicious)
Who’s the ‘hers’ here?

GARRET doesn’t reply, but gives BUG a look.

BUG waits a moment longer and then sighs. He gets the chart for the second body and begins scanning it as he approaches her. She is also in her mid-seventies. He rereads a section of the chart, looks at the body again and then his brows knit down.

BUG
Death certificate lists heart failure. Not all that unexpected for a woman her age.

GARRET
(looks up)
No, not really.

BUG
So… why are we…?

GARRET
Because this (gestures to his corpse) is her husband, who also appears to have died of heart failure. At the same time.

BUG
(eyes wide)
Could be like that case Jordan had. That couple who were always fighting? Turned out to be accidental.

GARRET
Yeah. I remember. (beat) But unless these two fought lying down, in bed with the covers pulled up, this wasn’t an accident.

BUG
Any indications at the scene?

GARRET shakes his head.

GARRET
Eddie Winslow’s the detective on this one. The place was clean as a whistle.

BUG
Weirrrrd.

GARRET
Which is why you’re heading to Autopsy Two with the Missus while the Mister and I are off to One.

11. INT. AUTOPSY ONE – APPROXIMATELY ONE HOUR LATER

GARRET is frowning at the open body on the table. He glances up as the door swishes open. KATE looks in and sighs, apparently frustrated.

KATE
Have you seen Nigel?

GARRET
Isn’t he running tests for the Lewis autopsy?

KATE
(rolls her eyes)
We can only hope. (beat) That’s why I’m looking for him. Detective Seely, as usual, is breathing down my neck for this report.

GARRET
(knowing chuckle)
Ignore Detective Seely, Doctor Switzer. Everyone else here does.

KATE
That would be much easier if the man used a breath mint from time to time.

GARRET tries not to smile, but can’t help it. He knows SEELY isn’t as bad as all that, but the detective does seem to have a habit of rubbing people the wrong way. KATE is about to leave when GARRET’s expression changes.

GARRET
Mind taking a look at something?

KATE arches one eyebrow.

KATE
I thought this one was heart failure.

GARRET
Well… the situation was… suspicious. (shakes head) But this….

KATE grabs a pair of gloves and puts them on as she crosses toward the autopsy table. GARRET steps back a little, letting her make her own examination. He watches her closely though. From his perspective we see her start to frown, her eyes narrowing a bit. She looks up.

KATE
Were there any pre-existing conditions in the medical history?

GARRET shakes his head.

GARRET
Remarkably, the only thing our friend here suffered from was mild arthritis.

KATE
If he took aspirin for it, that might account for the inflammation of the stomach.

GARRET raises one eyebrow.

KATE (cont’d)
Okay, about half a bottle’s worth.

GARRET
Not to mention this.

He stands at the body’s head and opens the lips, revealing blisters and inflammation on the gums and inside of the mouth.

KATE’S eyes widen.

KATE
You think… what? Suicide?

GARRET
Why? The man was seventy-eight with the health of someone twenty years younger. Hell, I’ve got more wrong with me.

KATE
But the wife came in at the same time, right?

GARRET nods.

KATE (cont’d)
Maybe she wasn’t in such good health.

GARRET
She dies. He can’t live without her?

KATE shrugs.

GARRET (cont’d)
I don’t know. Whatever caused this, it had to be painful. Why not pills or a carbon monoxide?

Before KATE can answer, the door opens again. This time, BUG enters. He takes in the scene and pauses. He gestures vaguely toward KATE.

BUG
I thought…?

GARRET
Dr. Switzer was looking for Nigel. I asked for her opinion.

BUG nods.

BUG
He’s in Two.

KATE gives what might be considered a low growl.

KATE
What’s he doing there? He knows I need those tests on Mrs. Lewis.

BUG
I asked him take a look at the ‘Missus.’

GARRET
Bug?

BUG
There’s no way she died of heart failure.

Grazed Knees - Snow Patrol
12. INT. VICTIM’S HOME BEDROOM – EARLY AFTERNOON

DETECTIVE EDDIE WINSLOW stands in the doorway. NIGEL is crouched next to a nightstand flanking the double bed.

EDDIE
You don’t think Macy’s being a little… paranoid?

NIGEL
(without looking up)
Whatever caused the damage to those bodies, it wasn’t heart failure, Detective.

EDDIE
They were old. Maybe they were tired of waiting to have their tickets punched.

NIGEL does glance up now. His look is reproachful.

EDDIE
(slightly shamed)
Sorry. It’s just… well, come on. I talked with their lawyer this morning. They had enough to get by on, but nothing else. One kid. Estranged. They hadn’t even heard from him in years.

NIGEL is only half listening. His search of one nightstand has come up empty, so he moves around the bed to the other one. He pulls open a drawer and begins to move things around. EDDIE’s speech fades into a drone in NIGEL’S ears as he picks up a framed photo of an adolescent boy. His jaw drops.

NIGEL
Oh, shit.

EDDIE stops abruptly.

EDDIE
What?

NIGEL
Christ. Oh… Christ.

EDDIE
Townsend? What is it?


NIGEL still doesn’t answer. His hands are trembling as he slams the drawer shut. His gaze travels to the top of the nightstand and he sees, as if for the first time, a clear drinking glass. It is half filled with water and a single flower blossom sits in the water. NIGEL leans in and studies the glass. Clear as day, there is a single, greasy fingerprint.

Fingerprint

13. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – EARLY EVENING

GARRET is perched on the edge of a table. NIGEL is sitting in front of his computer. Off to one side is the infamous white board. BUG and LILY are also in the room, near the door, both looking uncertain and uncomfortable. KATE is there, looking uncertain as to exactly why she is bothering.

GARRET
What are you saying, Nige?

NIGEL
This print is James Horton’s.

LILY
Jordan’s half brother?

GARRET
(ignoring that)
James Horton died almost four years ago.

NIGEL
(shaking his head)
No, Dr. M. James Horton jumped in the Charles almost four years ago.

BUG
His body was never recovered.

GARRET looks back at BUG, giving him an “Et tu, Brute?” look.

GARRET
This is… ridiculous. (beat) Even for you, Nigel.

NIGEL
Ridiculous or not, the evidence doesn’t lie. This print belongs to James Horton, Jordan’s half brother. The estranged son of Sam and Doris Horton.

BUG
(glumly)
Our “his and her” bodies.

KATE
Okay, let me get this straight: Jordan has a half brother everyone thought was dead-

NIGEL
Actually, everyone thought Jordan made him up until he killed Captain Malden and kidnapped her.

GARRET
He was certifiable.

KATE
Clearly.

 

Why Do I Even Bother?

LILY
Nigel, are you absolutely certain about that print?

NIGEL
Wish to God I weren’t, luv, but yeah… I’m certain.

GARRET
It just doesn’t make sense! Why… why take the chance? Horton… got away with… everything.

BUG
You said it, Doctor Macy. (off GARRET’S look) He was certifiable.

GARRET
He was also smart enough to have everyone believing he didn’t exist. Then he goes and leaves an obvious print at the scene? (beat) Come on, people, why?

KATE
(snort)
That’s easy.

NIGEL
He’s still certifiable.

KATE
That, too. (beat) He wanted Jordan to know he’s back.

 

END OF ACT TWO

 


ACT THREE

14. INT. MAX’S KITCHEN – LATE EVENING

JORDAN and WOODY are standing in Max’s kitchen. JORDAN slumps against a counter, a glass of Scotch in one hand. She’s pale and there are dark circles under her eyes. WOODY also has a small Scotch. He is on edge, his expression anxious. She is gazing down into her drink and doesn’t notice him cross to her. Without a word, he takes her into his arms; she lets herself rest against him, her arms tight around his neck. Her Scotch almost slops over the edge onto his neck. She squeezes her eyes shut but can’t fight back the tears. WOODY sets his drink down on the counter behind her and holds her more tightly, one hand rubbing her back.

Comfort

WOODY
(softly)
He’s going to be okay, Jordan.

She nods rapidly, still trying to fight the trickle of tears.

JORDAN
(choked)
Yeah. (another rapid nod) Yeah.

She wipes at her eyes and pulls back a little. WOODY cranes his head to look into her eyes. He smiles and thumbs away a few more tears.

JORDAN (cont’d)
As long as whoever’s been following him doesn’t come back.

There’s really nothing WOODY can say to that. He takes a heavy breath instead.

WOODY
Why don’t you let me clean up in there?

He jerks his head toward the living room. From the doorway, we can see that it’s still a mess.

JORDAN
(shaking her head)
‘S okay. I can do it.

WOODY
(smiling)
I know you can….

Their gazes lock for several long beats. She gives in, relief written across her face.

JORDAN
Thanks.

WOODY
Go… take a bath or something. I’ll take care of in there, grab some sheets and hit the couch.

JORDAN arches an eyebrow.

JORDAN
The couch?

WOODY
(faint blush)
Yeah… I mean… it’s – it’s your dad’s house.

JORDAN rolls her eyes. If nothing else, he’s chased away her tears.

JORDAN
You think he thinks… what? We’re waiting? (beat, then eye roll) Still.

WOODY shifts from foot to foot.

WOODY
I just… I wouldn’t feel right.

Now she glares at him a bit, but her expression tells us there is something charmingly old-fashioned and respectful that gets her. She ends by grinning.

JORDAN
Think you could at least tuck me in?

WOODY
(dimples showing)
That I could do.

15. INT. MAX’S LIVING ROOM – MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

WOODY is asleep on the couch, one arm over his head, the other hanging off the side of the couch. His legs are bent up. He’s snoring lowly. He snorts and half wakes himself up. He blinks, glances around and seems to recall, with a deep sigh, where he is. He moves one arm so it covers his eyes and is already falling back asleep when we hear a scraping. WOODY is awake instantly. There’s enough light coming in from the streetlight that we can see his gun lying on the coffee table. He picks it up.

The deadbolt on the door tumbles over. It sounds almost like a gunshot in the dark, especially to someone on high alert. Slowly, the door opens. WOODY is on his feet, moving quietly, gun at his side, but the tension in his body says he’s ready to aim the second it becomes necessary.

A woman – about thirty – tiptoes in, carrying shoes in one hand and looking over her shoulder as she shuts the door as quietly as possible. WOODY uses her inattention to creep closer to her. He brings up the gun and aims.


WOODY
(deadly quiet)
Don’t move.

The woman turns her head, sees the gun and begins to scream.


16. INT. MAX’S LIVING ROOM – CONTINUING

The woman, SOPHIE BERGSTROM, is sitting on the couch. JORDAN sits next to her. WOODY enters from the kitchen, carrying a glass of water. He hands it to SOPHIE. He looks a little guilty, but we notice his gun is tucked into the back of his sweat pants’ waistband. Just in case? SOPHIE drinks about half the glass of water and then sits forward, glass held in both hands, elbows on knees. JORDAN and WOODY exchange a glance and then look back at her.

JORDAN
(neutral tone)
Who are you?

SOPHIE
(still hunched over)
Sophie. Bergstrom. You’re… Jordan.

JORDAN
(cutting to the chase)
Why were you sneaking into my dad’s house in the middle of the night?

SOPHIE
I wasn’t sneaking! (sets glass on coffee table) I have a key.

WOODY gives her a tight, fake smile and holds the key up between the thumb and forefinger of one hand.

SOPHIE (cont’d)
Had.

WOODY
So why did you have key to Max’s house?

SOPHIE
(lips licks nervously)
I… um… you know.

WOODY
(brightly sarcastic)
You feed the goldfish when Max is away?

SOPHIE looks up, her eyes angry now, frustrated.

SOPHIE
(almost bitterly)
Max doesn’t have goldfish.

JORDAN
No. No fish. No cats. Not even any plants. (beat) You still haven’t told us why you’re here.

SOPHIE
(a touch of defiance)
Maybe it’s none of your business.

JORDAN
(mild threat in her voice)
My dad is in the hospital and some woman I’ve never met or heard of comes into his house in the middle of the night… what?

SOPHIE has gone pale.

SOPHIE
Max… in the hospital?

JORDAN
(a little softer)
Someone attacked him last night.

SOPHIE
(gasp)
Is he okay?

WOODY
He will be. (another glance at JORDAN) Now… care to tell us what you’re doing here?

SOPHIE picks up the water glass and downs the rest of the liquid. Then she takes a steadying breath.

SOPHIE
We… date.

JORDAN’S eyebrows arch.

JORDAN
You’re my dad’s girlfriend?

SOPHIE nods.

WOODY
(under his breath)
Go, Max.

JORDAN shoots him a deathly glare – apparently he didn’t speak quietly enough! JORDAN stands up and crosses to the front door.

JORDAN
Do you live here?

SOPHIE
I have my own place.

JORDAN
That doesn’t answer my question.

SOPHIE
I… stay here. Sometimes. Oh, God…

She puts her face in her hands.

SOPHIE (cont’d)
Maybe if I’d been here last night!

WOODY looks over at JORDAN; she tilts her head minutely, giving him permission to ask the question.

WOODY
Where were you last night?

SOPHIE
A buying trip. I work for Nieman-Marcus.

She clasps her hands and rocks back and forth once or twice before the implication of his question hits her.

SOPHIE (cont’d)
You’ve got to be kidding me! You can’t think-! Max knows me better than that.

JORDAN
(uncompromising)
We don’t.

 

 

END OF ACT THREE

 

 

ACT FOUR


17. INT. MAX’S LIVING ROOM – CONTINUING

SOPHIE stands up, her face cold, her posture rigid. When she speaks, she spits out her words.

SOPHIE
I don’t need this. I’m leaving.

She gives WOODY an expectant look. WOODY matches her gaze.

WOODY
What?

SOPHIE
My key.

JORDAN
(before WOODY can reply)
I don’t think so.

SOPHIE’S eyes widen in surprise and anger. She puts her hands on her hips.

SOPHIE
(shrill)
I can’t believe this. (beat) Am I even allowed to know what hospital Max is at?

There is a long, tense silence. WOODY lets JORDAN take the lead on this one.

JORDAN
Dade Memorial. (beat) Visiting hours are 10 a.m. to 9 p.m.

SOPHIE
I’ll be there at ten.

She strides toward the door; JORDAN moves enough so the younger woman can exit. SOPHIE doesn’t bother to close the door behind her, leaving it up to JORDAN to close it with a firm thud and deliberate twist of the deadbolt.

18. EXT. MAX’S FRONT DOOR – CONTINUING

SOPHIE smiles to herself; the expression borders on mischievous.

Sophie

SOPHIE
(low, to herself)
Daddy’s little girl. Think you’re all grown up? (casts a look backward) We’ll see.

19. INT. MAX’S LIVING ROOM – CONTINUING

Facing the door, JORDAN has one hand still on the deadbolt. She peers through the peephole, her jaw set, her shoulders squared. After a moment she turns away and leans back on the door, her head resting on it, eyes on the ceiling. She is shaking.

JORDAN
Geez.

WOODY
That was… awkward.

JORDAN
That’s one word for it.

She shakes her head, as if to clear it. After a deep sigh, she goes to the couch. WOODY joins her and she leans into him, her head on his shoulder.

JORDAN (cont’d)
Do you really think… my dad…? I mean…. (wry smile) You know what I mean.

WOODY
Jordan, he retired; he didn’t join a monastery.

JORDAN
He couldn’t have found a nice widow who likes Canasta, carries a wallet full or pictures of her grandchildren and volunteers for Meals on Wheels?

WOODY
(chuckle)
The way I heard it, you didn’t like the widow he found that fit that description.

JORDAN
(scowling)
She wouldn’t let Dad be who he is.

WOODY
(kisses her head)
Maybe Sophie does.

JORDAN pulls away.

JORDAN
This from the guy who pulled a gun on her?

WOODY puts up a hand to defend himself.

WOODY
I didn’t she was my new best friend. But… maybe… maybe you should talk to Max before you….

JORDAN
Before I what?

WOODY
(as gently as he can)
Before you make up your mind about her.

JORDAN leans back against the couch. She closes her eyes. There is a long beat of silence.

JORDAN
She’s younger than I am!

WOODY
Not as pretty though.

JORDAN smiles in spite of herself. Eyes still closed, she gropes for WOODY’S hand. She finds it and their fingers entwine.

WOODY (cont’d)
You should try to get some more sleep.

She cracks open one eye.

JORDAN
On one condition.

WOODY
Jordan….

JORDAN opens both eyes and looks over at him. She smiles and gives his hand a squeeze.

JORDAN
Hey, my dad’s shacking up. Why can’t we?

WOODY
I don’t know….

JORDAN
(still teasing)
Come on, Farm Boy. I promise I won’t try to seduce you.

He gives her that “cut the bullshit” look.

JORDAN (cont’d)
(somber now)
Please? I don’t think I can be alone right now.

WOODY
She really rattled you, huh?

JORDAN
Everything about this situation rattles me.

CROSS FADE TO:


20. INT. MAX’S HOSPITAL ROOM – MORNING (BEFORE 10 A.M.)

JORDAN is standing by the window, her back to the bed. MAX has a breakfast tray pushed to one side. He looks like he might have a headache. He looks over to WOODY, who’s standing by the door. WOODY takes a step back. He’s so not getting in the middle of this one.

JORDAN
(trying not sound accusing, not succeeding too well)

Why didn’t you tell me about her?

MAX
Gee, Jahdon, I can’t think why not. You always take these things so well.

JORDAN turns. She is struggling to learn more without getting angry.

JORDAN
She was sneaking into your house at two a.m.! I’m supposed to take that “well?”

MAX sighs and rubs his forehead.

MAX
(exasperated)
Jahdon! She has a key.

WOODY suddenly finds the floor very interesting. MAX notices the younger man looking down and he looks between WOODY and JORDAN.

MAX (cont’d)
You didn’t. Aw, come on now.

JORDAN
We didn’t know if she was telling the truth. (turns) If you’d told us about her….

MAX
I would’ve. (off her look) Today.

JORDAN shakes her head.

JORDAN
I don’t trust her.

MAX
Don’t take this wrong, but you don’t trust anyone, unless you have a full FBI profile on them. (beat) And even then!

WOODY
(a little pleased)
You didn’t trust me?

MAX
You, she trusted.

WOODY’S face falls.

WOODY
(to JORDAN)
Why?

JORDAN
(absently)
Your tie.

WOODY
My tie?

JORDAN
Anyone with taste that terrible can’t be evil. (to MAX) All right, Dad. Tell us about Sophie.

MAX
(suspicious)
So you can check her out?

JORDAN
(feigns shocks)
Of course not.

MAX
So Nigel can check her out?

JORDAN
Dad.

There is a standoff for a moment. MAX drops his gaze first, shaking his head in concession.

MAX
You wanna take notes, Woody?

MAX’S shot hits the mark. JORDAN and WOODY both flinch.

JORDAN
(muttered, harsh)
Welcome to the Cavanaugh family.

In this air of thick tension, MAX begins to tell them about SOPHIE.

MAX
I met her about six months ago….

The sound of his voice diminishes as the scene goes gray and then black.

FADE TO:

21. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – MORNING

NIGEL is hunched over his computer, muttering darkly to himself.


NIGEL
Come on, come on, come on.

KATE is standing in the doorway.

KATE
And I thought I was then only one who ended up talking to myself around here.

NIGEL emits a little squeak of surprise.

NIGEL
Sweet Nancy! Don’t do that, woman.

KATE
(sauntering in)
Woman?

NIGEL colors and looks down, trying to hide a goofy grin.

NIGEL
You won’t let me call you “luv.”

KATE
True. (beat) What’s wrong with Dr. Switzer?

NIGEL
You’ve been here a year and a half! (shrugs) Besides, the only people I talk like that to I don’t like very much.

KATE is taken somewhat aback. She seems hesitant to reply. NIGEL rushes on, blushing more now.

NIGEL (cont’d)
I’ve got those results you needed. On the Lewis autopsy.

KATE
Thank you. That will make – Wait a minute. When did you get here?

NIGEL
‘Bout seven.

KATE arches an eyebrow. It’s a small gesture but on NIGEL it has the same effect as any of Torquemada’s nefarious devices.

NIGEL (cont’d)
(mumbles)
Yesterday.

KATE
You were here all night?

NIGEL gives her the hapless “What can I say?” look.

KATE (cont’d)
Why?

NIGEL
It’s… It’s just… Well, you see-

KATE
The Horton case.

He nods in glum agreement.

KATE (cont’d)
Hot coals, a bed of nails or shards of glass?

NIGEL
Huh?

KATE
Which one would you endure for her?

NIGEL
It’s not like that!

KATE
Isn’t it?

NIGEL
No! (beat) She – Look, you didn’t meet Jordan under the best of circumstances.

KATE
I’ll say.

NIGEL
Jordan… gives a hundred percent of herself… to everything. Even when she shouldn’t.

KATE
And you find that… admirable?

NIGEL
I know she’s stubborn and difficult and demanding. Selfish. (beat) She’s also committed to helping people find what she never could.

KATE
Justice.

NIGEL
(nodding)
After all she’s been through… well, it’s amazing she’s willing to give anything of herself.

KATE nods slowly. Her face is still, her eyes gaze into the space above NIGEL’S head.

KATE
She’s lucky. (smiles at him) To have this… group.

NIGEL
(gentle smile)
Family.

It’s KATE’S turn to look confused.

NIGEL (cont’d)
We’re a family here. (beat) And there’s always room for one more.

For a moment, they look at each other. NIGEL’S computer makes a noise, drawing his attention away. There is a sense of relief and disappointment.

NIGEL
Bloody Hell.

KATE
What’s wrong?

NIGEL
I’ve run every test I can think of on the Hortons. I can’t figure out this toxin.

KATE starts to nod, when something on the infamous white board catches her eye. She walks across and points to a picture.

KATE
What’s this?

NIGEL
Photo of the fingerprint on the glass.

KATE
No. (touches then photo) This.

NIGEL stands up and goes over. He peers at the spot where she’s pointing.

NIGEL
Oh, I dunno exactly. There was some flower in the water.

KATE
Do you have a picture of it?

NIGEL
What? The flower?

KATE
No. The water. (beat) Yes. (smile) The flower.

NIGEL
Um, sure, yeah. Just a sec…

He picks up the Horton file and leafs through the photos.

NIGEL (cont’d)
…Yeah. Here it is.

Flower


KATE takes it and looks at it.

KATE
Want me to name your poison?

END OF ACT FOUR

 

 

ACT FIVE

 


22. INT. NIGEL’S LAB - CONTINUING

KATE is smiling as NIGEL reads a website. She reaches out a hand, as if she might put it on his shoulder (as before the rescue helicopters arrived on the mountain). Without warning, NIGEL turns around, grinning broadly. KATE snatches her hand away and the smile fades, replaced by one of mild triumph. There is a sparkle of something else in her eyes though.

NIGEL
You’re brilliant! Bloody brilliant!

KATE
(smirking, in good humor)
Finally! Someone around here gets it.

NIGEL
(in wonderment)
Black Hellebore.

KATE
(matter-of-fact)
Also known as the Christmas Rose. Found in New England. Every part, poisonous.

NIGEL
(reading from the screen again)
The poison has a blistering effect on the mucous membranes of the mouth, causes severe diarrhea, vomiting and death from cardiac arrest. (looks up) Sounds like the autopsy findings.

NIGEL looks at KATE again; his smile is huge, infectious.

NIGEL (cont’d)
By the way, how’d you know what it was?

KATE
What?

NIGEL jerks his head toward the screen.

KATE (cont’d)
(a bit furtive)
Oh… that. Um… I went through a – a phase.

NIGEL
(intrigued)
Botany?

KATE
(faint blush)
Uh… yeah. Sure.

NIGEL
(animated, testing)
So what’s your favorite blossom? I’d say mine is a tulipa brachysepala.

KATE
(hesitates)
Yeah… yeah. Those are great.

NIGEL grins.

NIGEL
Nice try, luh-… Kate. (bigger grin) Come on, what was this phase?

KATE
(sigh)
Is there any chance you’ll drop it if I ask you to?

NIGEL thinks it over – or pretends to – before shaking his head gleefully.

KATE (cont’d)
(resigned)
Oh, God… I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this. (beat) If you tell anyone….

NIGEL holds up a hand and draws one finger across his lips. KATE snorts. She knows the likelihood of NIGEL’S lips staying zipped unless someone installed an actual zipper!

KATE (cont’d)
(speaking in a rush)
Ithoughthteywere’cool’duringmyGothphase.

NIGEL has to take a moment to puzzle that out. Once he does, his eyes go wide and his jaw drops. He emits a squeak of what might be laughter, although he’s not that stupid.

NIGEL
I’m sorry… did you say Goth? As in… black clothing, heavy on the eyeliner and changing one’s name to Belladonna or something of the sort?

KATE
No one finds out. You understand? If I hear one word of this outside this room… I will prove that a forensics expert can commit the perfect murder.

NIGEL gulps, but then smiles.

NIGEL
No one. I swear. (grin) On one condition.

KATE growls.

NIGEL (cont’d)
(wicked grin)
I know this delightful club….

KATE rolls her eyes, but, at the same time, looks somewhat pleased that he has – it would seem – asked her out. The moment doesn’t last long as she recalls her poise.

KATE
Why hellebore?

NIGEL
Huh?

KATE walks away, pacing the lab as she talks.

KATE
Why… Why this? (gestures to picture on website) There are easier ways to kill people.

NIGEL
Yes, but this way, we were bound to suspect something and investigate. (beat) We’d find the fingerprint, learn that it was his and be impressed with his clever message telling us he was back.

KATE
He’s never heard of e-mail?

NIGEL
(smile)
Oh, where’s the fun in that?

KATE makes a “you’re kidding” face.

KATE
Strange idea of fun.

NIGEL
Yeah, well, Jordan’s charming sibling is a strange one.

He stands up.

NIGEL (cont’d)
I’m going to let Dr. M know what we found. (smiles at her) What you found.

Breathe In, Breathe Out - Mat Kearney
KATE rolls her eyes, but it is good natured. NIGEL pauses in the doorway and looks back at her.

NIGEL (cont’d)
Starting to find your place, aren’t you?

KATE
What?

NIGEL
In our little… group.

KATE
Family.

NIGEL nods and exits. KATE turns back to the white board, her eyes narrowing as she studies the photos taped there again. Abruptly, she shakes her head and briskly walks out.

23. INT. HOSPITAL CAFETERIA – MORNING

WOODY and JORDAN are at a table, sipping coffee. Actually, WOODY is sipping coffee; JORDAN is staring at hers. Her face is unreadable.

JORDAN
I don’t care what he said. I don’t like leaving her up there with him.

WOODY
Jordan… you heard… how they met, what she’s like….

JORDAN
(shakes head)
I just – I don’t… there’s something about her.

WOODY
(teasing grin)
Good fashion sense?

JORDAN rolls her eyes at him.

WOODY (cont’d)
Would it help if that detective – Davidson? – checked her out?

JORDAN rubs her temples.

JORDAN
I – Yeah….

WOODY
He’ll want to talk to her anyway. She might have information that would help him.

JORDAN snorts lightly.

JORDAN
I bet.

WOODY is about to reply when a page over the hospital PA system interrupts. They both look up, listening.

P.A. SYSTEM
Dr. Torres! Dr. Torres to Room thirty-three-eighty-two. Stat!

JORDAN’S jaw drops.

JORDAN
That’s-

WOODY has already pushed back his chair and is moving around to help JORDAN out of hers.

WOODY
Let’s go!

24. INT. MAX’S HOSPITAL ROOM – CONTINUING

JORDAN and WOODY are in the hospital room, toward the door. JORDAN is pale, her eyes filled with unshed tears as MAX’s doctor and several nurses are working on him. There is a portable crash cart in the room. WOODY’S eyes dart between the action going on with MAX and JORDAN. He has his hands on her shoulders, rubbing gently, without even realizing it. The medical personnel work frantically and finally are rewarded with a heartbeat and respiration.

DR. TORRES
(to NURSES)
Let’s get him to ICU.

JORDAN
(as TORRES goes by)
Doctor-?

DR. TORRES
One of the nurses will show you to the ICU waiting area. I’ll talk to you as soon as I can.

JORDAN nods. The tears spill over and trickle down her face. WOODY’S hold on her shoulders intensifies. She reaches up one hand and squeezes his.

SOPHIE, who has been in a corner of the room, tries to sidle past JORDAN. Quick as a cat, JORDAN reaches out and grabs the younger woman’s arm.

JORDAN
What did you do to him?

SOPHIE shakes her head, panicked.

SOPHIE
Nuh – Nuh- Nothing! I swear. (sob) We were talking and then….

JORDAN gives SOPHIE a hard, penetrating look. JORDAN literally gets in the other woman’s face.

JORDAN
I don’t believe you.

SOPHIE
I swear-

JORDAN
I will find out what you did. (long beat) And you will pay for it.

SOPHIE stares at JORDAN as long as she can, but ends up lowering her gaze first. She wrenches herself free and flees the room. JORDAN looks up at WOODY. His look is nearly as stricken as JORDAN’S.

WOODY
(softly)
Come on.

JORDAN
(shaking with rage)
She-

WOODY
(still soft, but firm)
Later. I promise.

JORDAN bites her lip as a shaky cry escapes her. She nods helplessly and lets WOODY guide her out of the room.

25. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING FROM NIGEL’s PREVIOUS SCENE

GARRET sits at his desk, doing paperwork. He looks up when there is a knock.

GARRET
Yeah.

NIGEL opens the door and pokes his head in.

NIGEL
We know what the toxin is.

GARRET
The one that killed the Hortons?

NIGEL nods and smiles a bit.

NIGEL
You know that glass from the scene?

GARRET
(nodding)
With Horton’s fingerprint.

NIGEL
Well, it turns out that wasn’t the only clue. Kate noticed, in one of the pictures, a flower in the glass.

GARRET
And I presume Dr. Switzer recognized the flower.

NIGEL
That she did! It’s called Black Hellebore.

He steps into the office.

NIGEL (cont’d)
Now what I think is that James Horton wanted us to notice something amiss in the autopsies-

GARRET
And that he planted the glass with the fingerprint and the flower so we’d know who and how.

NIGEL deflates a little, but managed a nod.

GARRET (cont’d)
He probably thought Jordan would either catch the case or she’d find out about it working here.

NIGEL
He didn’t know she’d be with Max. (beat) Speaking of which, should we tell her?

GARRET sighs and pushes his glasses up on his head.

GARRET
Not yet. I’m gonna talk to Winslow. Let’s see if we can’t beat Horton at his own game.

Behind NIGEL, there is a flurry of activity. LILY has come to screeching halt. Her eyes are wide and her hair is flying. She looks from NIGEL to GARRET.

LILY
Garret! Nigel. Come quick!

GARRET stands up as NIGEL turns to LILY and puts his hands on her arms, trying to steady her.

GARRET
What is it, Lily?

LILY
(breathless)
Jordan’s. Office.

NIGEL and GARRET exchange perplexed looks.

LILY
I was. Walking by. Door was… (convulsive swallow) open. I looked in.

NIGEL
Lily?

LILY
(calming slightly)
You have to see.

All three exit the office, GARRET and NIGEL trotting ahead of LILY.

26. INT. HALLWAY – CONTINUING

GARRET, NIGEL and LILY pass BUG. He looks after them.

BUG
What’s going on?

No one answers him

BUG
What’s… oh, never mind.

He quickly follows.


27. INT. JORDAN’S OFFICE DOORWAY – CONTINUING

The four reach Jordan’s office door, now standing wide open, and find KATE standing in front of it. She looks at them, her face grim.

NIGEL takes a deep, shocked breath.

The camera cuts from their faces to Jordan’s desk. Exactly in its center is a drinking glass. A greasy fingerprint is visible even from where NIGEL et al are standing. In the glass is a single Black Hellebore blossom.

NIGEL takes a step into the room. GARRET reaches out to hold him back.

GARRET
Nigel…

NIGEL
(hushed)
I won’t touch anything. (looks back) There’s something else on her desk.

GARRET puts down his arm and lets NIGEL proceed. He moves slowly, ultra-conscious of the need to keep from contaminating the office. He reaches her desk and looks down. He closes his eyes for a moment.

GARRET
Nigel?

NIGEL looks over his shoulder.

NIGEL reaches for a tissue from the desk and tweezes one corner of the photo between layers of tissue. He holds it up delicately.

NIGEL
I think we should call Jordan now.


We see a picture of MAX, lying on his living room floor, his head bloody, his eyes closed. Across the top is scrawled in red Sharpie ink “How’s Dad?

How's Dad?

TO BE CONTINUNED…

 

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