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Episode #VS717


Crossing Jordan Virtual Season 7

“In Your Philosophy”

Written by
Nynaeve

Art by
Nynaeve and 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
Eddie Winslow
Matt Seely
Det. Rich Davidson
Sophie Bergstrom
Dr. Torres
Sophie’s companion

 

SET LIST

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


MIAMI HOSPITAL
   I.C.U.
   HALLWAY
   CAFETERIA

DAVIDSON’S OFFICE

MAX’S HOUSE
   LIVING ROOM
   KITCHEN
   GUEST ROOM

CAFE

MAX’S CAR


EXTERIORS
HOSPITAL COURTYARD
HOSPITAL PARKING LOT
SIDEWALK
FRONT OF CAFÉ

TEASER


Times Like These - The Foo Fighters

1. INT. JORDAN’S OFFICE – MOMENTS AFTER FINAL SCENE IN EPISODE #VS716Hellebore

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.

EDDIE
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.

GARRET
(trying to remain patient)
Look, Detective Winslow, I know this is hard to believe-

EDDIE
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-

GARRET
It’s a crime when that someone is her half-brother!

EDDIE
And that’s another thing. This half-brother? James Horton? He’s dead.

NIGEL
I think we can say the rumors of his death were greatly exaggerated.

EDDIE rolls his eyes.

EDDIE
The department dragged the river.

GARRET
And didn’t find a body.

EDDIE
Do you know the odds of someone surviving the jump he made?

GARRET
I’m aware of them, yes.

NIGEL
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.

GARRET
He must have had a plan.

EDDIE
Fine. Say this Horton guy somehow survived that fall and didn’t get caught… he’d have to be stupid to come back here.

GARRET
(grim)
Not stupid, Detective. (beat) Obsessed.

EDDIE
(new tack)
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.

NIGEL
Won’t take but a minute and I’ll prove it.

He exits.

EDDIE rubs a hand along his forehead, thinking. He looks at GARRET.

EDDIE
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.

GARRET
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?

EDDIE
I guess not.

GARRET
He’s finishing what he started with Captain Malden four years ago.

EDDIE
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 read.

GARRET
(muttering)
No wonder Jordan chews through that leash so often.

EDDIE
‘Scuse me?

GARRET
Nothing. (beat) Before you rode with Max, he and Malden were partners. Malden and Emily Cavanaugh had a little thing going.

EDDIE
(beginning to get it)
Which led to this Horton guy?

GARRET
(nods)
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.

Whatever happened to Baby James?


EDDIE whistles.

GARRET (cont’d)
You’ve probably heard about the phantom print from Emily Cavanaugh’s murder.

EDDIE
Anyone spends five minutes around Jordan when she’s on that subject hears about it.

GARRET
(another nod)
She matched the print a few years back.

EDDIE
Whoa… Horton.

GARRET
Yep. That opened a Pandora’s Box of family secrets.

EDDIE
So, Horton was there on the day. (beat) Wow. Did he do it?

GARRET
(shrug)
If Jordan could prove that… (beat) Actually, from the little I got from her everything, Horton seemed convinced he’d missed out on some idyllic life.

EDDIE
Bitter?

GARRET
(grim)
Vengeful.

EDDIE
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.

GARRET
(nods)
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.

EDDIE
(serious, but cocky)
Then I’ll have to be that much better.

EDDIE exits.

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.

LILY
What’re you gonna tell her?

GARRET
To watch her back?

LILY
Garret!

GARRET
(heavy sigh)
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!

LILY
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.


GARRET
(frustrated)
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.

GARRET
(muttered)
Shit.

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.

DR. TORRES
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.?

JORDAN nods.

DR. TORRES (cont’d)
(calm, level)
You must know that with the injuries your father sustained, this event was not entirely unexpected.

JORDAN
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.

DR. TORRES
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.

JORDAN
Can I see him?

DR. TORRES
A few minutes. He is still unconscious.

JORDAN tries for the Brave Little Toaster attitude and manages it well enough not to cry.

JORDAN
Less chance we’ll get into an argument that way.

DR. TORRES gives her a knowing smile.

DR. TORRES
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.

JORDAN
Thank you.

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.

JORDAN
Garret. (beat) It’ll wait.


END OF TEASER

 
Crossing Jordan Theme
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ACT ONE


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.

EDDIE
So – um – when was it you found the – uh – the evidence?

LILY
Oh… I don’t… around nine-thirty or ten maybe?

EDDIE
What made you go into Jordan’s office?

LILY
Nothing. I mean… well, I noticed her office door was open.

EDDIE
There’s a cleaning crew, right?

LILY nods.

EDDIE (cont’d)
You didn’t think maybe the cleaning crew left the door that way. By accident.

LILY
Well… no. They’re really good about that. Besides I think one of them would have said something… that picture and all.

EDDIE
(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?

LILY
Yeah, of course.

EDDIE
Well, good. Shouldn’t take too long to look over the footage then, see if this Horton guy is on there.

LILY
Um… Detective Winslow?

EDDIE
Yeah?

LILY
We always let them know if someone is away. Saves time.

EDDIE looks a little puzzled.

LILY (cont’d)
They don’t have to clean an office that no one’s been in.

EDDIE
Are you telling me no one’s been in Jordan’s office since she left?

LILY
Well… we can check with the cleaning company, but… I doubt it.

EDDIE
(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 them.

WOODY
(lowly)
How is he?

JORDAN
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.

JORDAN (cont’d)
I can’t lose him, Woody. There’s things – things I need to tell him.

WOODY
You heard the doctor. You’ll have that chance.

JORDAN nods and swipes at a few tears.

JORDAN
(head jerk toward DAVIDSON)
You called him?

WOODY
Seemed like a good idea.

JORDAN
(heartfelt)
Thanks.


They step apart and return to DAVIDSON. His face is appropriately somber.

Detective Davidson

DAVIDSON
I’m sorry to hear about your father’s condition.

JORDAN nods her gratitude.

DAVIDSON (cont’d)
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.

DAVIDSON (cont’d)
I just got here.

JORDAN
(nodding)
Okay. Yeah.

She sits down and folds her hands in her lap, clasping them together, holding them so tightly the knuckles turn white.

JORDAN (cont’d)
My dad was seeing someone.

DAVIDSON
You don’t sound thrilled.

JORDAN
(rueful)
She’s – uh – she’s younger than he is. A lot younger.

DAVIDSON
May December romances happen.

JORDAN
Yeah… but… there’s something about her. My dad said – this morning, before all of… he said she’s at his place most nights.

DAVIDSON
But not the night of the attack?

JORDAN shakes her head.

DAVIDSON (cont’d)
Alibi?

JORDAN
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.

DAVIDSON
You don’t believe her?

JORDAN
I don’t believe in coincidences like that, Detective.

DAVIDSON
Anything else? Do you know how she and your dad met?

JORDAN
Getting coffee. Dad said it was crowded in the shop and she asked if he minded sharing his table.

DAVIDSON
Sounds reasonable. (long beat) But you’re not buying it.

JORDAN
I know it sounds… paranoid, but she was alone with him this morning.

DAVIDSON
She was here?

JORDAN
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.

DAVIDSON
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.

JORDAN
You’ll check her out?

DAVIDSON
(nodding)
Give me her name.

JORDAN
Sophie. Sophie Bergstrom.

WOODY
Will you let us know what you find out?

DAVIDSON hesitates.

DAVIDSON
On one condition.

JORDAN looks at him suspiciously.

DAVIDSON (cont’d)
What aren’t you telling me, Dr. Cavanaugh?

JORDAN
(defensive)
I told you everything I know about her. Ask Woody!

DAVIDSON
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. (beat) Why?

JORDAN doesn’t answer.

DAVIDSON (cont’d)
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.

JORDAN
(reluctant)
Yeah. There were a few… a few tough cases. (clears her throat) But most of the people involved in those are dead.

DAVIDSON
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.

JORDAN
(tiredly)
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.


OFFICER ROONEY
Dr. Cavanaugh?

JORDAN
(refocusing)
Yeah.

ROONEY
I’m Officer Rooney. Detective Davidson sent me over.

JORDAN
Do you have some i.d.?

He nods and shows her his badge and, for good measure, his driver’s license.

ROONEY
Detective Davidson said you’re free to call him if you want to verify it.

JORDAN nods and does so. Her conversation is hushed, but must be satisfactory, because she turns back to ROONEY and nods.

JORDAN
Thanks.

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.

WOODY
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 really close.

Tiredly, JORDAN nods. WOODY takes her hand as they exit in the opposite direction of ROONEY.

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.

WOODY
What?

JORDAN
She’s in there.

WOODY
She?

JORDAN
(rolling eyes)
Sophie.

WOODY
(baffled)
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 good.

JORDAN
(ignoring his humor, such as it is)
She’s with someone.

WOODY
Don’t get me wrong here, Jordan, but why shouldn’t she be?

JORDAN
It’s a man.

WOODY
(still trying to lighten things)
You mean she has a friend of the opposite sex? That never happens.

JORDAN
(glaring)
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.

WOODY
I don’t think they’re holding hands, Jordan.

JORDAN
Are you nuts? Did you-

WOODY
I think he’s holding on to her.

JORDAN
What’d you mean?

WOODY
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.

Unwilling Partner?

 

END OF ACT ONE

 

 


ACT TWO


8. EXT. SIDEWALK - CONTINUING

JORDAN and WOODY look at each other.

JORDAN
I wanna know what the hell is going on.

She starts toward the door. WOODY reaches out and pulls her back.

WOODY
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.

JORDAN
What’re you doing?

WOODY
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.

WOODY (cont’d)
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.

WOODY (cont’d)
Come on. (arm around her waist) That “Clucky Duck” sandwich sounds interesting. So does the “Hammed if you do, Hammed if you don’t.”

JORDAN
(arched eyebrow)
You’re kidding.

WOODY gives her a gently smirk and ushers her toward the door.

WOODY
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.

WOODY
What’s Dr. Macy want?

JORDAN
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.

GARRET
How’s Max?

11.EXT. CAFÉ - CONTINUING

JORDAN
(brushes a hand through her hair)
Um… not so great. He had… an… event this morning.

12. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE - CONTINUING

GARRET
Jordan?

13. EXT. CAFÉ - CONTINUING

JORDAN
It was – It was probably related to the head injury – subacute subdural hematoma. You know….

14. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING

GARRET
Doctors give you a prognosis?

15. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING

JORDAN
“Expecting a full recovery.” (beat) Typical.

16. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING

GARRET
(low chuckle)
You know, sometimes these head doctors are right.

17. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING

JORDAN smiles in spite of herself.

JORDAN
So, what d’ya need?

18. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING

All trace of his previous humor is gone. He gets serious.

GARRET
I’m not – not quite sure how to tell you this.

19.EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING

JORDAN
(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

GARRET
Sam and Doris Horton were murdered three nights ago.

21.EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING

JORDAN
(hesitating)
James’ – his parents?

WOODY stops mid-bite to look at her.

22. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING

GARRET
Jordan, there’s more. (beat) Nigel found a print at the scene. (another beat) It’s James’.

23.EXT. CAFÉ- CONTINUING

JORDAN
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

GARRET
(sigh)
Apparently he’s not.

25. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING

JORDAN
(slowly)
He did it. (beat) He attacked my dad.

26. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING

GARRET
Jordan. (no response) Jordan! He didn’t. (beat) He couldn’t have.

27. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING

JORDAN
(within hailing distance of hysterical)
Sure he could. He’s a sick son of a bitch.

28. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING

GARRET
(gently)
No, he couldn’t have. (beat) They were murdered the same night Max was attacked.

29. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING

JORDAN doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Finally, she nods.

JORDAN
Yeah. Okay. But, Garret-

30. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING

GARRET
(deep breath)
That’s not all though.

31. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING

JORDAN’S only response is a choked laugh.

32. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING

GARRET
He broke into your office. He left a flower-

33. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING

JORDAN
Well, isn’t that thoughtful of him.

34. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING

GARRET
It was the same kind he used to poison his parents. He – uh – he also left a picture.

35. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING

JORDAN
Wow. Show and Tell. Sorry I missed it.

36. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – CONTINUING

GARRET
Jordan… the picture was of your dad. After the attack. (beat) We think he has an accomplice.

37. EXT. CAFÉ – CONTINUING

JORDAN
(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.

WOODY
What about James?

JORDAN
(tears in her eyes)
I guess there’s a reason you guys didn’t find his body.

WOODY
He’s alive?

JORDAN
And killing.

 

END OF ACT TWO

 


ACT THREE


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.

WOODY
Thanks.

He closes his cell phone. JORDAN waits for him to tell her about his conversation.

WOODY (cont’d)
Davidson’s gonna make sure that no one gets in to see your dad.

JORDAN
(darkly)
Yeah, right until James puts on scrubs and tells the guard he’s an orderly.

WOODY
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 shift.

JORDAN
(unconvinced)
Great.

WOODY
(taking her hand)
I said we’d be in his office in an hour. (beat) What’re you gonna tell him?

JORDAN
Which parts don’t make me sound crazy? (bitter chuckle) Don’t answer that.

WOODY
(after a long beat)
Just tell him the truth.

JORDAN
(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.

JORDAN (cont’d)
He killed the Hortons the same night my dad was attacked. (beat) He has an accomplice.

WOODY
Yeah.

JORDAN
It was him. With Sophie. Today.

WOODY
I know.

JORDAN
She’s his accomplice.

WOODY glances down at her. He knows that beneath the sunglasses she is staring into nothingness.

WOODY
Jordan-

JORDAN
Don’t tell me it’s a coincidence, Woody.

He shakes his head.

WOODY
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 short.

JORDAN
She could have used something like a – a golf club. Longer reach.

WOODY
It was a baseball bat. We know that. Besides… Besides she did seem genuinely shocked to find out he’d been attacked.

JORDAN
Maybe she deserves an Oscar.

WOODY
(sigh)
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-

JORDAN
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.

NIGEL
Okay, people. What do we know?

KATE
That we’re not BPD?

NIGEL
(mild glare)
Well, yes. But given the fact that Detective Winslow doesn’t seem terribly inclined to look at the big picture….

GARRET
He’s doing the best he can.

NIGEL
Which is why he needs our help. (looks around) So… what do we know?

LILY
Sam and Doris Horton were murdered the same night Max was attacked.

NIGEL writes this.

BUG
We found a glass at the scene with James’ fingerprint on it.

KATE
(playing along)
A glass which contained a blossom of the flower used to poison the Hortons. Black hellebore.

GARRET
And sometime between that night and this morning, Horton was here. He broke into Jordan’s office and left another hellebore blossom.

LILY
(shudder)
And that lovely picture.

NIGEL points at her with excitement, the sort generated by putting puzzle pieces together.

NIGEL
Right! And the picture tells us that Horton has an accomplice. Because he couldn’t be here killing his adoptive parents and in Miami, attacking Max.

GARRET
(pensive)
You know… I’d’ve thought Horton would work alone.

NIGEL gives another “Aha!” look.

NIGEL
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.

GARRET
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.

DAVIDSON
I gotta say, Dr. Cavanaugh, if you didn’t have Hoyt here to back up what you’re telling me-

JORDAN
I know. (beat) Believe me.

DAVIDSON
(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.

JORDAN
After that?

DAVIDSON
(frowning)
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.

WOODY
You check with the store on that?

DAVIDSON
(nodding)
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.

JORDAN
And the buying trip she said was on?

DAVIDSON
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.

JORDAN
She looks clean. She was with my brother today.

DAVIDSON
(sympathetic)
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.

DAVIDSON (cont’d)
If you find out anything….

WOODY
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.

JORDAN
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.

Daddy / Daughter

JORDAN (cont’d)
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.

JORDAN (cont’d)
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 promise.

She sits quietly for a few minutes, tears rolling slowly down her face.

JORDAN (cont’d)
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.

JORDAN (cont’d)
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.

JAMES
Hey, Sis.

JORDAN
(cold and distant)
James.

JAMES
Gee, no “Good to see you?” I’m heartbroken.

JORDAN
I doubt that.

JAMES chuckles that evil little chuckle of his and seats himself across from her. He shrugs.

JAMES
Can’t blame your brother for trying, can you?

She doesn’t reply.

JAMES (cont’d)
Oh, right. You blame me for lots of other things instead.

JORDAN
(almost astonished)
No. No, I don’t.

JAMES
(sardonic)
Sure, you do.

JORDAN
(shakes her head)
You’re the one who likes to blame people.

JAMES
(shrugs)
Can you (chuckle) blame me?

JORDAN snorts in disgust.

JAMES
(suddenly angry)
He’s a dead man.

"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

 

 

ACT FOUR

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.

JORDAN
(quietly)
You checked every door and window?

WOODY
(nodding)
Everything’s locked up tight as a drum. (beat) It was a dream.

JORDAN
(trying to shake off her fears)
If only Stiles were here to tell me what it all means.

WOODY
(helping)
He’d say you’re scared of your brother. And with damn good reason.

JORDAN
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 know.

WOODY
I gotta say, Jordan, I don’t picture him sitting down for a friendly chat with Howie.

JORDAN
(sad smile)
Yeah. Me either.

There is a comfortable silence as they drink their tea. JORDAN looks down at her cup.

JORDAN (cont’d)
What is this?

WOODY
Ummm… something your dad had. The box said it had calming and soothing properties. I thought it couldn’t hurt.

JORDAN arches an eyebrow.

JORDAN
Probably take about five gallons to get me back to sleep.

WOODY
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.

JORDAN
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.

JORDAN (cont’d)
You be my dad. I’ll be-

WOODY
No! Jordan, no. That’s just too… creepy.

JORDAN
It might help us figure out what happened here.

They have a stare off. WOODY loses.

WOODY
Fine. But if you have another nightmare….

JORDAN
I’ll drink more of that calming tea. (beat) My dad told you he was standing up.

WOODY
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.

JORDAN
So I’m the attacker. I have a bat.

WOODY
And a good swing. Max said one blow laid him flat out.

JORDAN
I swing and hit him. He falls…?

WOODY
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.

JORDAN
Enough. (glances up) Dad’s proof we Cavanaughs have thick skulls.

She is looking around, her eyes searching for something in particular. She frowns.

WOODY
What is it?

JORDAN
It’s what isn’t.

WOODY
Huh?

JORDAN
Cast off.

WOODY
Again – huh?

JORDAN
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.

WOODY
Oh. Umm… there was. I – I cleaned it last night.

JORDAN just nods, thinking for a moment.

JORDAN
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 aren’t any.

WOODY gets even more uncomfortable.

WOODY
I couldn’t quite get all the blood out. I moved the furniture around some.

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.

JORDAN
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.

JORDAN (cont’d)
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.

WOODY
Are you saying there was no blood after the first blow?

JORDAN
(nodding)
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.

WOODY
(shaking his head)
No. No, he just said he got hit from behind. You think the attacker missed the first time?

JORDAN
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 would happen?

WOODY
(shrugs)
I’d turn around, defend myself.

JORDAN
Why?

WOODY gives a “duh” look.

JORDAN (cont’d)
No, why would you be able to defend yourself?

WOODY
I’m bigger than you.

JORDAN smiles.

JORDAN
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.

WOODY
And once I’m down, it doesn’t matter that I’m bigger.

JORDAN
(nods in agreement)
I don’t care if her alibi checks out, Sophie still could have done this.

WOODY’S expression is skeptical, but he keeps quiet.

JORDAN (cont’d)
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.”

DAVIDSON
You think you have something?

He hands her a folder.

JORDAN
(distracted)
My dad said he was hit from behind.

DAVIDSON nods.

JORDAN (cont’d)
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.

DAVIDSON
Nice to know our crime lab is on the ball.

JORDAN looks up.

DAVIDSON can’t help a small smile.

DAVIDSON (cont’d)
That’s the conclusion they came to. In fact, I think you’ll even find an estimate of the attacker’s height.

JORDAN
(reads and then pales)
Six-three?

WOODY and DAVIDSON exchange a very quick, covert look over her head.

JORDAN (cont’d)
That can’t be right.

DAVIDSON
(gently)
Dr. Cavanaugh, there’s just no evidence to tie Ms. Bergstrom to this at all.

JORDAN
(frustrated)
Then it’s James. It has to be.

DAVIDSON
(still gently)
Didn’t you tell me-?

JORDAN
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.

WOODY
Wait a minute. They found his fingerprints at the Horton murder scene, right?

JORDAN
(nodding glumly)
And he can’t be in two places at once.

WOODY
No. He can’t. But maybe his fingerprints could.

DAVIDSON
Come on, the whole transposing someone’s fingerprint thing is… unlikely.

JORDAN
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!

WOODY
We had it backward. James was in Miami. His accomplice was in Boston.

JORDAN
And it wouldn’t take much for Sophie to poison a couple of old people.

DAVIDSON
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.

JORDAN
(eyes wide)
What did you say?

DAVIDSON
Sorry?

JORDAN
Philadelphia?

DAVIDSON
Yeah. Philadelphia. Why?

 

 

END OF ACT FOUR

 

 

ACT FIVE

 

47. INT. MAX’S CAR – FOLLOWING SCENE IN DAVIDSON’S OFFICE

WOODY is driving. JORDAN is staring out the windshield, tense, angry and disbelieving.

JORDAN
It never occurred to him? How is that possible? Boston and Philadelphia are an hour apart by plane!

WOODY
Jordan-

JORDAN
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 expression.

JORDAN (cont’d)
Nige? Hey. I – uh… what?

48. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING

NIGEL
I asked how your dad was.

49. INT. MAX’S CAR – CONTINUING

JORDAN
No change. We’re on our way back to the hospital now.

50. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING

NIGEL
He’s going to come to, luv. He’s too stubborn not to.

51. INT. MAX’S CAR – CONTINUING

JORDAN
I hope you’re right, Nige.

52. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING

NIGEL
Did Dr. M call you, by any chance?

53. INT. MAX’S CAR - CONTINUING

JORDAN
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

NIGEL
The wily accomplice?

55. INT. MAX’S CAR – CONTINUING

JORDAN
And who better to find out what she’s hiding than the wily Nigel Townsend?

56. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING

NIGEL
(grinning)
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.

JORDAN
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

NIGEL
(surprised pause)
Then you agree James didn’t kill them?

59. INT. MAX’S CAR – CONTINUING

JORDAN
No, we think James attacked my dad.

60. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING

NIGEL
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

JORDAN
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 though.

62. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING

NIGEL
Such as?

63. INT. MAX’S CAR – CONTINUING

JORDAN
The show was in Philadelphia.

Through the phone we can hear NIGEL whistle.

JORDAN (cont’d)
Yeah.

64. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING

NIGEL
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

JORDAN
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

NIGEL
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

JORDAN
Hinky?

68. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING

NIGEL
(pulling up a test result on his computer)
Yeah, and not in a Kateusedtobeagoth sort of way.

69. INT. MAX’S CAR – CONTINUING

JORDAN
(making a confused face at the phone)
What?

70. INT. NIGEL’S LAB – CONTINUING

NIGEL
(“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

JORDAN
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.

JORDAN (cont’d)
Jordan Cavanaugh.

She listens, a smile spreading over her face, then hangs up.

JORDAN (cont’d)
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 anything.

SOPHIE
I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t know. I never thought he’d – he’d hurt… I. Didn’t. Know.

WOODY
You’re talking about James Horton.

SOPHIE nods convulsively and goes on without being asked any questions.

SOPHIE
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.

JORDAN
(some challenging sarcasm)
And you both had tragic childhoods.

SOPHIE nods again.

SOPHIE
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.

JORDAN
Not the way he told you.

SOPHIE
(strangled sob)
How could – How could I have believed him?

WOODY
(angry, but with a modicum of understanding)
You wanted to.

SOPHIE
(sniffling)
I knew… I mean, part of me knew… after I started seeing Max.

JORDAN
James told you to meet my dad, didn’t he?

SOPHIE
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.

WOODY
I have to ask: did you kill the Hortons?

SOPHIE nods, slowly and miserably this time.

SOPHIE
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.

JORDAN
You left the glass with the fingerprint.

SOPHIE nods again.

SOPHIE
I also went to the Morgue.

JORDAN
We know.

SOPHIE covers her face.

SOPHIE
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.

JORDAN snorts.

SOPHIE (cont’d)
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. Today.

WOODY
Do you know where he is now?

SOPHIE shakes her head.

WOODY (cont’d)
Is he using the name James Horton?

SOPHIE
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.

JORDAN
Hear that? (strained smile) They’re on their way. You won’t even have those expensive ambulance charges.

SOPHIE
(grimace)
I’m sorry. For everything.

JORDAN
Hey, you and Dad can share the I.C.U.

SOPHIE
(shaking her head slowly)
It’s… not… going to… happen. (another grimace) Want – you – to know… I… did… care… Max.

I Really 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.

JORDAN
I know.

SOPHIE gasps and her eyes close.

WOODY comes back. JORDAN looks up at him. He shakes his head.

SOPHIE
(eyes flying wide open)
Jordan!

JORDAN
I’m right here.

SOPHIE
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.

WOODY
(low)
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.

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.

FADE TO BLACK

 

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"Murder Most Foul"



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