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Detective Woodrow “Woody” Hoyt
Mahesh “Bug” Vijayaraghavensatanaryanamurthy
Det. Rich Davidson
HOSPITAL PARKING LOT
FRONT OF CAFÉ
Times Like These - The Foo Fighters
1. INT. JORDAN’S OFFICE – MOMENTS AFTER FINAL SCENE IN EPISODE
The scene starts as a bright, pale white. Rhythmically, the quality of this
light intensifies and then decreases as we push back slowly. The image begins
to clarify into the petal of a black hellebore blossom. As we continue to push
back, more petals fill the scene and then blurred background details behind
the blossom. We determine the rhythmic flashes of light are, in fact, flashes
from a camera as NIGEL moves around the office, taking pictures of the hellebore
blossom in its glass on Jordan’s desk from every possible angle. As the
angle continues to widen, it encompasses GARRET and EDDIE WINSLOW, standing
just inside the office door. Behind them, gazing on nervously, is LILY.
Sorry to burst your bubble, Doc, but this doesn’t look much like
a crime scene. (glance at NIGEL) If Jordan were in town, I could see it.
(trying to remain patient)
Look, Detective Winslow, I know this is hard to believe-
Think about it from my perspective, okay? You’re telling me someone
leaves a flower in Jordan’s office and that’s a crime. Now,
Jordan’s not the most sentimental girl but-
It’s a crime when that someone is her half-brother!
And that’s another thing. This half-brother? James Horton? He’s
I think we can say the rumors of his death were greatly exaggerated.
EDDIE rolls his eyes.
The department dragged the river.
And didn’t find a body.
Do you know the odds of someone surviving the jump he made?
I’m aware of them, yes.
Let’s hope Mr. Horton doesn’t decide to play Powerball this
week. The rest of us won’t stand a chance.
GARRET and EDDIE both glare at NIGEL, who shrugs, giving them a “Tell me
I’m wrong” look.
He must have had a plan.
Fine. Say this Horton guy somehow survived that fall and didn’t
get caught… he’d have to be stupid to come back here.
Not stupid, Detective. (beat) Obsessed.
You don’t even know it’s Horton.
NIGEL has finished his picture taking and is bagging the glass and flower. He
walks between EDDIE and GARRET, holding up the evidence bag with the glass.
Won’t take but a minute and I’ll prove it.
EDDIE rubs a hand along his forehead, thinking. He looks at GARRET.
All right, for the moment, let’s say the guy’s alive and running
around Boston conveniently leaving his fingerprints where we’re bound
to find them. This (gestures to Jordan’s desk) isn’t a crime.
He killed Sam and Alice Horton. Poisoned them with a flower like that.
(beat) Then he leaves the same thing in Jordan’s office along with
a picture of her beaten father. You don’t think the message is clear?
I guess not.
He’s finishing what he started with Captain Malden four years ago.
Wait a minute. Captain Malden? He is dead. How’d you get
him in the mix?
GARRET looks exhausted already. He gives EDDIE a look that we can’t quite
No wonder Jordan chews through that leash so often.
Nothing. (beat) Before you rode with Max, he and Malden were partners.
Malden and Emily Cavanaugh had a little thing going.
(beginning to get it)
Which led to this Horton guy?
Max gave James to the Hortons after Emily tried to drown him. All this
was a good five or so years before Jordan came along.
You’ve probably heard about the phantom print from Emily Cavanaugh’s
Anyone spends five minutes around Jordan when she’s on that subject
hears about it.
She matched the print a few years back.
Yep. That opened a Pandora’s Box of family secrets.
So, Horton was there on the day. (beat) Wow. Did he do it?
If Jordan could prove that… (beat) Actually, from the little I got
from her everything, Horton seemed convinced he’d missed out on some
And now we have the Hortons dead, Max in a hospital and this… flower
and picture in Jordan’s office. (shrugs) I’ll go after him for
the double murder and see what else turns up.
Detective Winslow? (off EDDIE’S nod) Don’t underestimate this
guy. It took him snatching Jordan as a hostage before any of us even believed
he existed. He’s that good.
(serious, but cocky)
Then I’ll have to be that much better.
GARRET looks around JORDAN’S office. He shakes his head slowly. LILY,
who has lingered through the whole exchange with EDDIE, steps into the doorway.
GARRET looks over at her.
What’re you gonna tell her?
To watch her back?
I don’t know yet.
LILY nods in empathy and looks around the office again. The evidence has been
bagged, but it’s almost as if they – and we – can still feel
its presence. It’s creepy after all!
On second thought… tell her to watch her back.
GARRET smiles and gives a harsh chuckle as LILY exits. GARRET turns as well and
exits in the opposite direction, toward his office.
2. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
GARRET is now seated at his desk, phone in hand. He takes a deep breath and
dials JORDAN’S number. He waits for a moment and then he rolls his eyes.
Voice mail. (beat as he waits to begin his message) Jordan, it’s
Garret. We were all… wondering – um (puts head in one hand)
– how things’re going with Max? (beat) And – uh –
there’s something else… I – uh – I need to talk
to you about a – a case. (beat) Give me a call when you get this.
He hangs up and takes another deep breath.
3. INT. ICU WAITING ROOM – SOMETIME AFTER MAX WAS RUSHED TO ICU (#CJVS16)
The scene opens with the time honored montage to indicate the passage of time.
JORDAN and WOODY are seated next to each other, holding hands. This moment slides,
somewhat fuzzily, into JORDAN pacing and WOODY bringing her coffee. In turn,
this slides into JORDAN standing by the window, staring out and WOODY watching
her. The shot has cycled back to their both being seated, hands clasped tightly,
when Dr. TORRES comes out. The scene instantly becomes sharply focused, the
passage of time, crisp.
DR. TORRES approaches JORDAN, who is on her feet instantly. The doctor is holding
a chart, but shakes her hand with his free one.
I understand you’re Mr. Cavanaugh’s daughter.
He flips to another page of the chart and consults some information.
DR. TORRES (cont’d)
You’re an M.E.?
DR. TORRES (cont’d)
You must know that with the injuries your father sustained, this event
was not entirely unexpected.
He was fine when we left him this morning. This happened when he was alone
with the young woman he’s been… seeing.
DR. TORRES is uncertain how to reply to JORDAN’S semi-accusations.
We’ve stabilized your father. I assure you we’ll run every
relevant test, but I believe this is related to his injuries.
JORDAN wants to say something, we can see it in her eyes and posture, but she
reins it in and nods instead.
Can I see him?
A few minutes. He is still unconscious.
JORDAN tries for the Brave Little Toaster attitude and manages it well enough
not to cry.
Less chance we’ll get into an argument that way.
DR. TORRES gives her a knowing smile.
One of the nurses will take you back. (beat) Dr. Cavanaugh… you
and I both know this is a serious situation, but I expect your father to
make a full recovery.
DR. TORRES goes back through the doors to the ICU. While waiting for the nurse
to come escort her, JORDAN’S cell rings. She realizes in all her anxiety,
she forgot to turn it off as she should have. She checks the number and sees that
it’s Garret. Rather than answer it, she turns it off, knowing it will go
to voice mail.
Garret. (beat) It’ll wait.
END OF TEASER
Crossing Jordan Theme
4. INT. CONFERENCE ROOM – MORNING
EDDIE is seated at one end of the conference table. LILY is across from him.
The room is a bit big for the two of them, but they can be undisturbed here
while he interviews her about finding the flower in JORDAN’S office.
So – um – when was it you found the – uh – the
Oh… I don’t… around nine-thirty or ten maybe?
What made you go into Jordan’s office?
Nothing. I mean… well, I noticed her office door was open.
There’s a cleaning crew, right?
You didn’t think maybe the cleaning crew left the door that way.
Well… no. They’re really good about that. Besides I think
one of them would have said something… that picture and all.
(mulling that over)
Makes sense. (beat) So sometime between when the cleaning crew was here
and nine-thirty or ten. This place has security cameras, right?
Yeah, of course.
Well, good. Shouldn’t take too long to look over the footage then,
see if this Horton guy is on there.
Um… Detective Winslow?
We always let them know if someone is away. Saves time.
EDDIE looks a little puzzled.
They don’t have to clean an office that no one’s been in.
Are you telling me no one’s been in Jordan’s office since
Well… we can check with the cleaning company, but… I doubt
(eyes narrow, sigh)
I guess I’ll be looking at a couple days worth of video
footage in that case.
5. ICU WAITING ROOM – AROUND LUNCH TIME
JORDAN exits the door to ICU and finds WOODY and DETECTIVE DAVIDSON sitting
in the chairs. Both men stand. WOODY meets JORDAN half way as she walks toward
How is he?
Unconscious. Hooked up to every monitor there is. (long beat) You always
know… you know it can happen, but…
WOODY nods and gives her a hug.
I can’t lose him, Woody. There’s things – things I need
to tell him.
You heard the doctor. You’ll have that chance.
JORDAN nods and swipes at a few tears.
(head jerk toward DAVIDSON)
You called him?
Seemed like a good idea.
They step apart and return to DAVIDSON. His face is appropriately somber.
I’m sorry to hear about your father’s condition.
JORDAN nods her gratitude.
Detective Hoyt told me you had some ideas about what’s going on.
Care to enlighten me?
JORDAN looks askance at WOODY. DAVIDSON replies for him.
I just got here.
She sits down and folds her hands in her lap, clasping them together, holding
them so tightly the knuckles turn white.
My dad was seeing someone.
You don’t sound thrilled.
She’s – uh – she’s younger than he is. A lot younger.
May December romances happen.
Yeah… but… there’s something about her. My dad said
– this morning, before all of… he said she’s at his place
But not the night of the attack?
JORDAN shakes her head.
She works for Nieman-Marcus. She’s a buyer. Dad confirmed that.
She told him she was going on a buying trip and that’s where she said
she’d been when we caught her sneaking into Dad’s in the middle
of the night.
You don’t believe her?
I don’t believe in coincidences like that, Detective.
Anything else? Do you know how she and your dad met?
Getting coffee. Dad said it was crowded in the shop and she asked if he
minded sharing his table.
Sounds reasonable. (long beat) But you’re not buying it.
I know it sounds… paranoid, but she was alone with him this morning.
She was here?
She got here around ten. Dad wanted to talk to her. Alone. (beat) It’s
just – just a feeling.
DAVIDSON looks at her hard for a moment and then nods.
You’re a cop’s daughter, a medical examiner and seem to be
involved with a cop. I think I’d be willing to trust your ‘feeling’
on this. At least to a point.
You’ll check her out?
Give me her name.
Sophie. Sophie Bergstrom.
Will you let us know what you find out?
On one condition.
JORDAN looks at him suspiciously.
What aren’t you telling me, Dr. Cavanaugh?
I told you everything I know about her. Ask Woody!
I’m not talking about Sophie Bergstrom. I’m going to check
her out because there’s a couple coincidences in there that I’m
not comfortable with. (beat) But you jumped to some pretty drastic conclusions.
Frankly, most people would think she was after your dad’s money, maybe
trying to con him, whatever. You’re thinking assault, attempted murder.
JORDAN doesn’t answer.
Look, I know your dad was a cop for forty years. Was he involved in any
high profile cases? Anything where someone might want revenge? This was
personal. And whatever I find out about Ms. Bergstrom, unless she’s
a lady body builder, I doubt she could have taken your dad down and done
what… what was done.
Yeah. There were a few… a few tough cases. (clears her throat) But
most of the people involved in those are dead.
And maybe one of them had relatives or associates who still want payback.
(beat, pleads) Names, Doctor. If you give me a few names, I’ll have
somewhere to start. Right now? I’m flying blind. No real forensic
evidence, no statement from the victim, nothing.
JORDAN and WOODY exchange looks. After a long moment, JORDAN nods at DAVIDSON.
Blackie Conroy. Carl Jeffers. Tom Malden. Pete O’Malley. Kevin Cahill.
(beat as she thinks) Um… some guy… toward the end of his career…
Kring. “El Jefe” Kring.
SLOW FADE TO BLACK.
6. INT. ICU WAITING ROOM – AFTER LUNCH HOUR
JORDAN is sitting in the chairs again, staring blankly into space, looking
pale and drawn, with dark shadows under her eyes. WOODY is flipping through
a magazine. DAVIDSON has left. WOODY glances over at her. His eyes are concerned,
but he’s doing his best to keep his expression neutral. He clears his
throat as OFFICER ROONEY enters.
I’m Officer Rooney. Detective Davidson sent me over.
Do you have some i.d.?
He nods and shows her his badge and, for good measure, his driver’s license.
Detective Davidson said you’re free to call him if you want to verify
JORDAN nods and does so. Her conversation is hushed, but must be satisfactory,
because she turns back to ROONEY and nods.
With a tight smile, ROONEY approaches the ICU doors and pushes the button for
admittance. He exits through the doors. JORDAN and WOODY watch him go. JORDAN
slumps a little, some of the tension alleviated. She closes her eyes and sways
on her feet a little. WOODY sees this and is worried.
We should – uh – we should go for a walk, grab a bite. You
haven’t eaten all day. I heard the nurses talking about a place that’s
Tiredly, JORDAN nods. WOODY takes her hand as they exit in the opposite direction
7. EXT. SIDEWALK – CONTINUING
JORDAN and WOODY are standing at a corner, waiting for the traffic light to
change so they can cross the street. We can see the place recommended by the
nursing staff – it’s one of those upscale sandwich places that serve
girlie coffee and have a few tables outside as well. The light changes and WOODY
and JORDAN cross the street. As they approach the café, WOODY stops to
read the menu posted in the window. JORDAN is looking through the window when
her expression changes. She pulls WOODY away from the glass. WOODY looks at
her, wondering what’s gotten into her this time.
She’s in there.
So? She’s probably doing exactly what we’re gonna do –
have some lunch. (trying to lighten the mood) Maybe she can tell us what’s
(ignoring his humor, such as it is)
She’s with someone.
Don’t get me wrong here, Jordan, but why shouldn’t she be?
It’s a man.
(still trying to lighten things)
You mean she has a friend of the opposite sex? That never happens.
They’re holding hands.
This stops WOODY’S somewhat cavalier attitude. He moves back toward the
glass, looking again at the menu – pretending to, really – while
he studies SOPHIE and her companion. After a moment, he slides back out of sight.
I don’t think they’re holding hands, Jordan.
Are you nuts? Did you-
I think he’s holding on to her.
What’d you mean?
I don’t think she wants to be there.
JORDAN repeats WOODY’S maneuver and pretends to be checking out the menu.
We follow her eye line until we can see SOPHIE’S face, which is tight
and pale. Her eyes glitter with fear.
END OF ACT ONE
8. EXT. SIDEWALK - CONTINUING
JORDAN and WOODY look at each other.
I wanna know what the hell is going on.
She starts toward the door. WOODY reaches out and pulls her back.
You’re not -
He is cut off by the sound of a bell jingling as the café’s door
opens. WOODY pushes JORDAN against the wall, putting his hand closest to the door
up by her head. He leans in and kisses her. SOPHIE and her companion, who is modeling
the latest in ugly plaid fashions, facial hair and ball caps, exit the café
and go in the opposite direction; the man seems to have hold of SOPHIE’S
elbow, directing her. Peering from the corner of his eye, WOODY waits until they
are halfway down the block before stepping back. JORDAN is bristling.
What’re you doing?
Jordan, stop and think a minute, will you? (beat) She knows you don’t
trust her. If she thinks we’re… following her or checking up
on her, we’ll never find out anything.
JORDAN glares at him sullenly.
We’ll tell Davidson about the guy. Maybe he can turn something up.
(beat) In the meantime, we know something about Sophie that she doesn’t
know we know. We can use that.
JORDAN gives him a reluctant nod.
Come on. (arm around her waist) That “Clucky Duck” sandwich
sounds interesting. So does the “Hammed if you do, Hammed if you don’t.”
WOODY gives her a gently smirk and ushers her toward the door.
See for yourself.
9. EXT. CAFÉ – HALF AN HOUR LATER
WOODY and JORDAN are sitting at one of the café’s outdoor tables.
They have half eaten sandwiches in front of them. JORDAN is looking better.
At the table next to her, a young woman’s cell phone trills. JORDAN jumps
a little, reminded by the sound, of GARRET’S voicemail. She reaches into
her purse and pulls out her cell phone, turning it on. As she continues to eat
her sandwich, she listens to the message.
What’s Dr. Macy want?
He – uh – didn’t really say. (shrugs) Said to call him
back. (she hits speed dial and then waits) Hey, Garret.
10. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
GARRET is doing paper work and puts his pen down abruptly. His expression shifts
from bored to concerned.
11.EXT. CAFÉ - CONTINUING
(brushes a hand through her hair)
Um… not so great. He had… an… event this morning.
12. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE - CONTINUING
13. EXT. CAFÉ - CONTINUING
It was – It was probably related to the head injury – subacute
subdural hematoma. You know….
14. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
Doctors give you a prognosis?
15. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING
“Expecting a full recovery.” (beat) Typical.
16. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
You know, sometimes these head doctors are right.
17. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING
JORDAN smiles in spite of herself.
So, what d’ya need?
18. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
All trace of his previous humor is gone. He gets serious.
I’m not – not quite sure how to tell you this.
19.EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING
(smiling a bit)
One word at a time, man. One word at a time.
Wish You Were Here - Catherine Wheel
20. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
Sam and Doris Horton were murdered three nights ago.
21.EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING
James’ – his parents?
WOODY stops mid-bite to look at her.
22. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
Jordan, there’s more. (beat) Nigel found a print at the scene. (another
beat) It’s James’.
23.EXT. CAFÉ- CONTINUING
Garret, that’s impossible. James is dead.
WOODY puts his sandwich down. The half of the conversation he can hear now has
his complete attention.
24. INT. OFFICE – CONTINUING
Apparently he’s not.
25. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING
He did it. (beat) He attacked my dad.
26. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
Jordan. (no response) Jordan! He didn’t. (beat) He couldn’t
27. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING
(within hailing distance of hysterical)
Sure he could. He’s a sick son of a bitch.
28. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
No, he couldn’t have. (beat) They were murdered the same night Max
29. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING
JORDAN doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Finally, she nods.
Yeah. Okay. But, Garret-
30. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
That’s not all though.
31. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING
JORDAN’S only response is a choked laugh.
32. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
He broke into your office. He left a flower-
33. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING
Well, isn’t that thoughtful of him.
34. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
It was the same kind he used to poison his parents. He – uh –
he also left a picture.
35. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING
Wow. Show and Tell. Sorry I missed it.
36. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
Jordan… the picture was of your dad. After the attack.
(beat) We think he has an accomplice.
37. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING
(recovering a bit)
And I bet I know who. (beat) Thanks, Garret.
She closes her phone and looks at WOODY who heard enough of the conversation to
be pretty worried.
What about James?
(tears in her eyes)
I guess there’s a reason you guys didn’t find his body.
END OF ACT TWO
38. EXT. HOSPITAL COURTYARD – A FEW MINUTES LATER
JORDAN and WOODY are in a garden that serves as the hospital’s courtyard.
They are seated next to a fountain; WOODY is on his cell. From their place,
they have full view of all the doors that give on to the courtyard and despite
the fact that they are both in sunglasses, small head movements let us know
they are both watching those doors carefully. There are only a few other people
– patients out getting some sun and their families mostly – in the
courtyard. Being next to the fountain has another advantage: its noise muffles
anything they plan to discuss.
He closes his cell phone. JORDAN waits for him to tell her about his conversation.
Davidson’s gonna make sure that no one gets in to see your dad.
Yeah, right until James puts on scrubs and tells the guard he’s
Jordan, you heard me tell him what James is like. (beat) The hospital
has a visual directory of every employee. Davidson’s having it uploaded
to Rooney’s PDA right now. Rooney’ll pass that on to the next
(taking her hand)
I said we’d be in his office in an hour. (beat) What’re you
gonna tell him?
Which parts don’t make me sound crazy? (bitter chuckle) Don’t
(after a long beat)
Just tell him the truth.
(another bitter chuckle)
Oh, God, Woody! What is the truth – exactly?
She leans against him and he slides his hand up her arm, holding her to his side.
Eyes still roaming the courtyard, he kisses the top of her head.
He killed the Hortons the same night my dad was attacked. (beat) He has
It was him. With Sophie. Today.
She’s his accomplice.
WOODY glances down at her. He knows that beneath the sunglasses she is staring
Don’t tell me it’s a coincidence, Woody.
He shakes his head.
No, no, you’re right. But Sophie couldn’t have attacked your
dad. Max told me he was standing up when he was hit. She’s just too
She could have used something like a – a golf club. Longer reach.
It was a baseball bat. We know that. Besides… Besides she did seem
genuinely shocked to find out he’d been attacked.
Maybe she deserves an Oscar.
Jordan, James probably used her to get close to your dad, find out his
habits, that sort of thing. Then when he knew she’d be out of town-
If she was out of town. (stands up) Let’s go see if Davidson
found out anything.
WOODY glances down, grimacing. Miami may be a lot warmer than Boston in January,
but he knows he’s on thin ice with JORDAN. With a long exhalation, he follows
her across the courtyard.
39 . INT. NIGEL’S LAB – AFTER LUNCH
NIGEL, BUG, GARRET, LILY and KATE are in the lab. NIGEL is standing at the
infamous white board; the others sit perched on tables, desks, whatever. NIGEL
is writing James’ name on the board. It is reminiscent of the 5th season
“Las Vegas” crossover white board scene.
Okay, people. What do we know?
That we’re not BPD?
Well, yes. But given the fact that Detective Winslow doesn’t seem
terribly inclined to look at the big picture….
He’s doing the best he can.
Which is why he needs our help. (looks around) So… what
do we know?
Sam and Doris Horton were murdered the same night Max was attacked.
NIGEL writes this.
We found a glass at the scene with James’ fingerprint on it.
A glass which contained a blossom of the flower used to poison the Hortons.
And sometime between that night and this morning, Horton was here. He
broke into Jordan’s office and left another hellebore blossom.
And that lovely picture.
NIGEL points at her with excitement, the sort generated by putting puzzle pieces
Right! And the picture tells us that Horton has an accomplice. Because
he couldn’t be here killing his adoptive parents and in Miami,
You know… I’d’ve thought Horton would work alone.
NIGEL gives another “Aha!” look.
I thought so, too. So I took the liberty of calling a Fibbie friend of
mine here who does a little profiling. He said – lots of
disclaimers, of course – but he said if it were him, he’d be
looking for a woman. Someone with a similar background who’d be willing
to go along with his plans. He also said he thought it likely James would
abandon her – or worse – once he didn’t need her anymore.
There is a moment as everyone ponders this.
I should probably call Jordan again.
40. INT. DAVIDSON’S OFFICE – AROUND 3:30 P.M.
DAVIDSON sits behind his desk and JORDAN and WOODY sit across from him. In
front of DAVIDSON is a notepad, filled with notes. We realize JORDAN and WOODY
have been there for a while.
I gotta say, Dr. Cavanaugh, if you didn’t have Hoyt here to back
up what you’re telling me-
I know. (beat) Believe me.
(leans forward a bit)
All right. Well, let me tell you what I found out about Ms. Bergstrom.
(flips back in his notepad several pages) She’s originally from Boston,
actually. Moved to Miami when she was fourteen. (looks up) Her parents died
in a car crash. She lived with an aunt and uncle until she was eighteen.
I talked with the aunt and uncle. They were kind of evasive, but, basically,
she disappeared for almost six years. Just walked out of the house one day.
Six years later, knocked on the front door. (beat) Stayed with them for
a couple weeks while she found a place. She already had the job with Nieman-Marcus.
Transferred here from California.
You check with the store on that?
She checks out there, too. She’s been with them a little over ten
years now, worked her way up. Her boss practically raved about her.
And the buying trip she said was on?
She was. Her boss gave me the details and I called the airlines myself.
She made both her outbound and inbound flights as scheduled. (apologetic
shrug) She’s clean.
She looks clean. She was with my brother today.
The man you couldn’t get a good look at? Dr. Cavanaugh, like I said,
I agree with you – there are too many coincidences here. But, right
now, I don’t have a single legal reason to bring her in.
JORDAN exhales noisily, but nods.
If you find out anything….
We’ll let you know.
All three stand, exchange handshakes and WOODY and JORDAN exit.
A Place Called Home - Kim Richey
41. INT. I.C.U. – NIGHT
MAX is lying in an ICU bed. He is hooked up to a variety of monitors. JORDAN
sits in a chair next to him. She has one of her hands on top of his, careful
of the wires and tubes. Her eyes shine with tears.
You know, if you wanted to see me, you could’ve just asked.
Tears spill over and she wipes them away with her free hand.
I’m sorry, Dad. Sorry for all the things I’ve said and done
over the years, for all the things that’ve kept us apart. I wish I
could’ve let go of – of Mom’s murder.
She lightly squeezes his fingers.
I’m not saying I have. (shrug) I probably never will, but –
but I won’t ask you ever again if you just wake up. (more tears) I
She sits quietly for a few minutes, tears rolling slowly down her face.
Look, they’re gonna kick me outta here in a few minutes, but I wanted
you to know – to know that I love you. You told me once that the truth
was you loved me, always had and always would. Well… me, too.
She stands up and unnecessarily smoothes his hair before giving him a gentle kiss
on the forehead.
Wake up. Please. Just wake up, Daddy.
42. INT. MAX’S GUEST ROOM – AROUND 4 A.M.
WOODY is lying on his side of the bed, resting on his side, one arm thrown
over JORDAN’S waist. JORDAN is asleep, but restless.
HARD CUT TO:
The Darkening of the Light - Concrete Blonde
43. MAX’S KITCHEN – CONTINUING
The light has an ethereal quality, almost lavender. JORDAN is seated at the
table, drinking tea. A door opens behind her but she does not turn around.
(cold and distant)
Gee, no “Good to see you?” I’m heartbroken.
I doubt that.
JAMES chuckles that evil little chuckle of his and seats himself across from her.
Can’t blame your brother for trying, can you?
She doesn’t reply.
Oh, right. You blame me for lots of other things instead.
No. No, I don’t.
Sure, you do.
(shakes her head)
You’re the one who likes to blame people.
Can you (chuckle) blame me?
JORDAN snorts in disgust.
He’s a dead man.
HARD CUT TO:
44. INT. MAX’S GUEST ROOM – CONTINUING
JORDAN sits bolt upright, breathing heavily.
END OF ACT THREE
No Sleep Tonight - The Faders
45. INT. MAX’S KITCHEN – MOMENTS FOLLOWING PREVIOUS SCENE
JORDAN is sitting at the kitchen table. WOODY is by the stove, finishing brewing
a pot of tea, which he brings to the table. The scene has a sweet hint of companionable
domesticity to it undershot with the grim, confusing situation in JORDAN’S
dream. WOODY puts a mug in front of JORDAN and she takes a grateful sip. WOODY
sits down across from her.
You checked every door and window?
Everything’s locked up tight as a drum. (beat) It was a dream.
(trying to shake off her fears)
If only Stiles were here to tell me what it all means.
He’d say you’re scared of your brother. And with damn good
You know… up there… in that building… I wanted to help
him. I used to think (shakes head) I don’t know, maybe I wished
there was a moment when he wanted my help. (Beat) Now… I…don’t
I gotta say, Jordan, I don’t picture him sitting down for a friendly
chat with Howie.
Yeah. Me either.
There is a comfortable silence as they drink their tea. JORDAN looks down at her
What is this?
Ummm… something your dad had. The box said it had calming and soothing
properties. I thought it couldn’t hurt.
JORDAN arches an eyebrow.
Probably take about five gallons to get me back to sleep.
Late night infomercials it is.
He stands up, takes her mug and sets them both in the sink. As he turns around,
she stands up, too, her eyes narrowed, focused.
I have a better idea.
WOODY looks at her, halfway hopeful that she wants to head back to bed, but her
tone’s telling him that’s not likely. She looks at him.
You be my dad. I’ll be-
No! Jordan, no. That’s just too… creepy.
It might help us figure out what happened here.
They have a stare off. WOODY loses.
Fine. But if you have another nightmare….
I’ll drink more of that calming tea. (beat) My dad told you he was
Yeah. He thought he heard a noise and went to check it out. Turned out
to be nothing. (their gazes lock) Okay, it was probably the attacker slipping
in the house. Anyway, he was walking back to his chair when he was hit.
So I’m the attacker. I have a bat.
And a good swing. Max said one blow laid him flat out.
I swing and hit him. He falls…?
Forward. One reason he couldn’t describe the attacker. (beat) He
– uh – he wasn’t sure how many blows there were.
JORDAN is nodding, very intent.
Enough. (glances up) Dad’s proof we Cavanaughs have thick skulls.
She is looking around, her eyes searching for something in particular. She frowns.
What is it?
It’s what isn’t.
Again – huh?
Turn around again, by the chair. I hit you in the head with the bat; head
wounds bleed. There’s blood on the bat. When I go to take another
swing, there’s going to be cast off.
Oh. Umm… there was. I – I cleaned it last night.
JORDAN just nods, thinking for a moment.
All right, you go down. I have to move, at least a couple steps to hit
you again. There should be blood drops in that case. On the carpet. There
WOODY gets even more uncomfortable.
I couldn’t quite get all the blood out. I moved the furniture around
JORDAN nods and gestures, rapidly, that they need to move the furniture back.
She pales at the light pink stain where the head wound bled the most. Still, she’s
a professional on a mission, so she kneels, examining the area around the stain,
moving outward slowly. Satisfied she’d been thorough, she stands up.
There aren’t any gravitational blood drops, no cast off
at the height I’d expect to find it on the walls.
She glances up. We can see faint traces of blood splattered on the ceiling.
Once Dad was down, the attacker stood over him and – and hit him.
Over and over. You can see a bit….
She points to the wall that would have been in front of MAX and to the ceiling.
Are you saying there was no blood after the first blow?
And the evidence is saying it, too. (beat) Did my dad say he’d been
hit in the head?
WOODY thinks about that, scrubbing a hand through his hair.
(shaking his head)
No. No, he just said he got hit from behind. You think the attacker missed
the first time?
I don’t think he was aiming for Dad’s head. Not the first
time. Woody, if I tried to clock you one and missed, even a little, what
I’d turn around, defend myself.
WOODY gives a “duh” look.
No, why would you be able to defend yourself?
I’m bigger than you.
Right. So… if I’m smart, I’m gonna aim for the base
of your neck. Easier target for me and if I put enough force behind it,
you’ll go down easily. Face forward.
And once I’m down, it doesn’t matter that I’m bigger.
(nods in agreement)
I don’t care if her alibi checks out, Sophie still could have done
WOODY’S expression is skeptical, but he keeps quiet.
I wonder what time Davidson gets to work. I want to know what his crime
lab made of those spatters.
46. INT. DAVIDSON’S OFFICE – 7:30 A.M.
DAVIDSON has just arrived. He’s hanging his suit coat up, listening as
JORDAN requests the crime lab’s findings about the trace evidence in MAX’S
house. He has that expression that says, “I knew I should have had that
triple shot latte this morning.”
You think you have something?
He hands her a folder.
My dad said he was hit from behind.
Woody and I … we spent some time thinking about it. I don’t
think the first blow hit him on the head. I think whoever attacked him hit
him here (she shows him), driving him to the ground.
Nice to know our crime lab is on the ball.
JORDAN looks up.
DAVIDSON can’t help a small smile.
That’s the conclusion they came to. In fact, I think you’ll
even find an estimate of the attacker’s height.
(reads and then pales)
WOODY and DAVIDSON exchange a very quick, covert look over her head.
That can’t be right.
Dr. Cavanaugh, there’s just no evidence to tie Ms. Bergstrom to
this at all.
Then it’s James. It has to be.
Didn’t you tell me-?
That he killed his adoptive parents the same night. Yeah.
WOODY has taken the crime lab report and has been flipping through it. He scans
some of the fingerprint evidence. His look is one of concentration, as though
the answer he needs is there, but he can’t tease it out of his brain. Suddenly,
his expression changes.
Wait a minute. They found his fingerprints at the Horton murder scene,
And he can’t be in two places at once.
No. He can’t. But maybe his fingerprints could.
Come on, the whole transposing someone’s fingerprint thing is…
Actually, it’s not as hard as it might seem.
She and WOODY look at each other. That old CAVANAUGH-HOYT crime solving magic
is in the air!
We had it backward. James was in Miami. His accomplice was in
And it wouldn’t take much for Sophie to poison a couple of old people.
You’re forgetting something. (off their looks) Her alibi. It’s
solid. She went where she said she was going. The airline confirmed it –
Flight 438 Miami to Philadelphia four days before the attack; Flight 437
Philadelphia to Miami returning the night after the attack.
What did you say?
Yeah. Philadelphia. Why?
END OF ACT FOUR
47. INT. MAX’S CAR – FOLLOWING SCENE IN DAVIDSON’S OFFICE
WOODY is driving. JORDAN is staring out the windshield, tense, angry and disbelieving.
It never occurred to him? How is that possible? Boston and Philadelphia
are an hour apart by plane!
I wonder what else Davidson missed.
She takes out her cell phone and dials. As she waits for her call to be answered,
WOODY sneaks a glance at her. Her face is set in that familiar, focused, driven
Nige? Hey. I – uh… what?
48. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING
I asked how your dad was.
49. INT. MAX’S CAR – CONTINUING
No change. We’re on our way back to the hospital now.
50. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING
He’s going to come to, luv. He’s too stubborn not to.
51. INT. MAX’S CAR – CONTINUING
I hope you’re right, Nige.
52. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING
Did Dr. M call you, by any chance?
53. INT. MAX’S CAR - CONTINUING
About your friend’s profile? Yeah. (beat) That’s why I’m
calling. I need you to check someone out.
54. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING
The wily accomplice?
55. INT. MAX’S CAR – CONTINUING
And who better to find out what she’s hiding than the wily Nigel
56. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING
Flattery will get you recent bank statements, cell phone records and the
name of her dog groomer.
57. INT. MAX’S CAR – CONTINUING
JORDAN shakes her head slightly. She can’t help but be a bit amused.
All useful information – I guess – but what I need is to find
out if she was in Boston when the Hortons were killed.
58. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING
Then you agree James didn’t kill them?
59. INT. MAX’S CAR – CONTINUING
No, we think James attacked my dad.
60. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING
That’s a twist. (beat) What’s her name? (pause while she tells
him) What am I looking for exactly?
61. INT. MAX’S CAR – CONTINUING
She said she was at a fashion buyers’ show. The detective down here
checked it out. She came up clean. (beat) There’s a little problem
62. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING
63. INT. MAX’S CAR – CONTINUING
The show was in Philadelphia.
Through the phone we can hear NIGEL whistle.
64. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING
Right, so I’ll check planes, trains and automobiles. See if your
Sophie Bergstrom had the means to show up in Boston.
65. INT. MAX’S CAR – CONTINUING
Thanks, Nige. (beat) One more thing? (another beat) Can you check to see
if the fingerprints you found could’ve been faked?
66. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING
Funny you should ask that. (beat) When I ran that decay rate test I’ve
been playing with, I came across something a little hinky.
67. INT. MAX’S CAR – CONTINUING
68. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING
(pulling up a test result on his computer)
Yeah, and not in a Kateusedtobeagoth sort of way.
69. INT. MAX’S CAR – CONTINUING
(making a confused face at the phone)
70. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING
(“did I say that aloud?” expression)
What? Oh… uh… nothing. No. No… um… I found traces
of Cyanoacrylat. The main ingredient in Super Glue.
71. INT. MAX’S CAR – CONTINUING
And one of the first things you need to fake a print. (beat) Nige, you
are the man. This is great. Thanks.
She closes her cell phone and turns to tell WOODY what she’s learned when
her phone trills. She gives him a little shrug and answers it.
She listens, a smile spreading over her face, then hangs up.
That was Dad’s nurse. (beaming at WOODY) He’s awake.
72. EXT. HOSPITAL PARKING LOT – CONTINUING
JORDAN and WOODY get out of the car and begin to walk across the lot. From
behind a minivan, steps SOPHIE. JORDAN and WOODY have to stop or run into her.
JORDAN’S expression says she has to think about that choice for a moment.
Something on SOPHIE’S face stops WOODY though, who puts a hand on JORDAN’S
arm. SOPHIE’S eyes are huge with fear and she’s chalk pale. She
begins speaking – babbling really – before either of them can say
I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t know. I never thought he’d
– he’d hurt… I. Didn’t. Know.
You’re talking about James Horton.
SOPHIE nods convulsively and goes on without being asked any questions.
I – um – I met him. A couple years ago. The whole –
um – Boston thing. We grew up a couple blocks away from each other.
(looks down) Well, that’s what he told me.
(some challenging sarcasm)
And you both had tragic childhoods.
SOPHIE nods again.
When I told him about – about my family stuff… he said his
real mom loved him better than anyone else and his dad couldn’t stand
it, so he gave James to some other couple. He said they beat him and locked
him a closet and…. (beat) It’s not true, is it?
JORDAN shakes her head.
Not the way he told you.
How could – How could I have believed him?
(angry, but with a modicum of understanding)
You wanted to.
I knew… I mean, part of me knew… after I started seeing Max.
James told you to meet my dad, didn’t he?
Yeah. I – I didn’t mind. I’ve always (shrug) liked older
guys and Max is – he’s… I don’t know. Solid. Loyal.
Someone I could trust. (shakes head) I should’ve known.
I have to ask: did you kill the Hortons?
SOPHIE nods, slowly and miserably this time.
He said it would be quick, that they wouldn’t suffer like he had.
I guess I still believed him – what he said about them. (shudder)
I – um – I went there and told them I knew their son. They were
so happy – beside themselves really - to hear anything about him.
(shakes her head) I made them some tea and put the poison in it. (beat)
It wasn’t – quick or painless. I had to stay there, clean up
once – once it was over.
You left the glass with the fingerprint.
SOPHIE nods again.
I also went to the Morgue.
SOPHIE covers her face.
When he faxed me that picture… I – I thought James did it…
you know, made it up, on a computer. To… scare you. He always said
you got the perfect life.
When you said Max was… here… I – I wanted it to be a
coincidence. (head down) But it wasn’t. He – James told me that.
Do you know where he is now?
SOPHIE shakes her head.
Is he using the name James Horton?
No. (swallows) No. He’s going by-
A shot rings out. Her eyes go wide and she exhales in a puff. Her gaze drops down
to her chest, where blood is already soaking her shirt. WOODY and JORDAN both
close the few steps toward her and WOODY grabs her, lowering her to the ground.
He’s pulling out his cell phone and calling for help even as he scans the
area. His eyes catch a glint of light coming from an SUV parked behind them. He
makes hand motions to JORDAN to indicate that he’s going to go after the
shooter. JORDAN mouths “Be careful.” WOODY nods and, as he begins
to move quietly away, pulls out his gun. JORDAN is left with SOPHIE. In the distance,
we can already hear E.R. personnel shouting to one another as they swarm out from
the hospital building.
JORDAN is looking down at SOPHIE and applying pressure to the wound.
Hear that? (strained smile) They’re on their way. You won’t
even have those expensive ambulance charges.
I’m sorry. For everything.
Hey, you and Dad can share the I.C.U.
(shaking her head slowly)
It’s… not… going to… happen. (another grimace)
Want – you – to know… I… did… care…
JORDAN’S eyes close briefly as she struggles with her emotions. She must
choose between believing the young woman and her own doubts. Knowing what’s
coming, she makes a sympathetic choice.
SOPHIE gasps and her eyes close.
WOODY comes back. JORDAN looks up at him. He shakes his head.
(eyes flying wide open)
I’m right here.
Be… careful. He – hates… all of… you.
Her chest rises and falls once more and then her eyes stare sightlessly at the
sky overhead. JORDAN hangs her head and WOODY crouches next to them. The E.R.
staff arrives and a doctor kneels next to the body. He looks at SOPHIE and then
at WOODY and JORDAN. Both shake their heads.
The next few moments are taken up with the E.R. personnel putting SOPHIE’S
body onto a gurney and we see the arrival of cop cars, including DAVIDSON’S
unmarked vehicle. WOODY takes a moment to pull JORDAN to one side.
I found something.
Only Love Remains - Griffin House
He shields her body as he hands her a piece of paper. She opens it and groans
softly. It is a half sheet of torn lined paper. It contains only four words:
See you soon, Sis.
73. INT. I.C.U – AN HOUR OR SO LATER
There is no dialogue, only the music plays, but we see JORDAN sitting next
to her father’s bed. She is holding one of his hands and they are talking.
Based on his expression, she hasn’t told him about SOPHIE or JAMES yet,
but must be keeping the conversation light. We know she’ll tell him later,
but right now the important thing is that her father is alive and she’s
there for him.