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Detective Woodrow “Woody” Hoyt
Mahesh “Bug” Vijayaraghavensatanaryanamurthy
GIRLS’ LOCKER ROOM
HALLWAY OUTSIDE INTERROGATION ROOM
BOSTON PD BUILDING
Fever - Peggy Lee
1. INT. WOODY’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
The scene opens with a tight shot of WOODY’S face. He is moaning, his eyes half
closed. He is clearly in a great deal of discomfort. The shot widens to reveal
JORDAN sitting on the edge of his bed holding a digital thermometer. The nightstand
is littered with bottles of cold medicines and Kleenex.
WOODY (very weak)
How bad is it?
Ninety-nine point seven. It’s barely even a fever.
That can’t be right… the battery in that thing must be dying.
Maybe it is, but you’re not.
Take it again.
You know, oral temperatures don’t give the best readings. In the interest of accuracy, I could take it somewhere else…
I’m telling you, it’s bad. Malaria bad.
Contracted in the steamy jungles of downtown Boston. What is it with men and pain? It’s a good thing you don’t have to do childbirth. The human race would be extinct by now.
Don’t be mean to me. I’m a dying man.
You’re not dying.
JORDAN’S cell phone rings.
Duty calls. Gotta run. Love you.
She kisses him on the forehead and runs out with the phone. WOODY calls after her as she exits.
You’ll be sorry when I’m gone! I want you to put, “Told you I was dying” on my tombstone!
She gives a playful eyeroll and exits.
2. EXT. ALLEY – NIGHT
The scene is an alleyway that runs between two buildings. From a longshot from
the street, we can see one of the buildings is called “Babylonia: A Middle-Eastern
Bakery.” The entrance to the alley from the street has been blocked by yellow
crime scene tape. There are uniformed officers and crime scene personnel milling
around. JORDAN approaches the scene. She flashes her badge at a uniformed cop
and ducks under the tape. SANTANA is standing just inside the tape talking to
a uniformed cop. She sees JORDAN. They start walking down the alley.
Hey, Dr. Cavanaugh…
SANTANA (smiling, with a nod)
Jordan… So, congratulations. You and Hoyt… all right!
JORDAN smiles a bit self-consciously.
Hey, your thing this Friday? I’m in. Sounds like it’s gonna be huge!
JORDAN shoots her a puzzled look and opens her mouth to speak, but SANTANA goes on. She gestures to the body and JORDAN kneels down to get a better look.
Amira Hassan, 22. Stabbing. Iraqi immigrant. Her family owns the bakery next door. Boyfriend found the body when he came to pick her up after she closed up shop.
Nothing missing from the till. Mostly Middle-Eastern neighborhood… been a target for vandalism. We’re looking at some local kids who’ve been mouthing off… anti-Arab stuff. Hate crime.
Someone hated her, that’s for sure. I’m counting at least thirteen
chest wounds, maybe more. We don’t usually see this kind of frenzy, even
in a hate crime.
JORDAN looks up and sees BOYFRIEND standing off to one side and talking to a uniformed cop. He’s a nice looking young man, early 20s. Blonde, handsome. He looks stunned.
JORDAN (to SANTANA)
That the boyfriend?
SANTANA nods and JORDAN crosses to BOYFRIEND.
Hi, I’m Jordan Cavanaugh from the Medical Examiner’s Office. You found Amira’s body?
Yeah… I was supposed to pick her up after she closed the store… she didn’t answer when I went in… Jesus…
How long had you been seeing Amira?
A couple of months. God, I can’t believe she’s…
Do you have any idea who might have wanted to do this?
BOYFRIEND’S face changes, hardens. His eyes are steely.
It was an arranged marriage… her cousin from Iraq… he was older. She didn’t love him… not to mention the fact that the bastard was beating the hell out of her on a regular basis. She was taking a couple of college classes even though he wasn’t too thrilled about it. That’s where we met, and after that, she finally got up the courage to leave him… moved back in with her mother.
Can you verify your whereabouts at the time of the murder?
I came straight from class… ended at 10. That’s when I found her. You don’t think I killed her, do you?
I don’t know… you show up at the bakery to try and get her to run off with you… she tells you it’s over, she’s going back to her husband…
She never would have gone back to him! Look, it wasn’t me, I swear it.
It was her husband… Ahmed Hassan. He did this. I know he did. If
he couldn’t have her, then he didn’t want anyone to have her. Look at her…
how could he do this…
BOYFRIEND breaks up. JORDAN pats him on the arm sympathetically.
We’ll find who did this. I promise.
4. EXT. SHERIDAN SCHOOL GATES - DAY
We see the front gates of an exclusive Boston private school. Iron gates and a sign that reads “THE SHERIDAN SCHOOL – FOUNDED 1785.” Inside the gates we can see police cars and students walking around.
5. INT. GIRLS’ LOCKER ROOM - DAY
It is a girls’ locker room. Typical crime scene personnel are at the scene. BUG
enters. He’s looking around – feeling a little odd about being in a girls’ locker
room. We see MATT SEELY talking to the HEADMASTER, an impressive, stern looking
man in his late 50s. SEELY frowns when he sees BUG – he’s not too happy to see
him. BUG is having a little trouble finding his way through the rows of lockers.
SEELY excuses himself with the HEADMASTER.
Hey. Over here.
BUG turns with displeasure toward the voice.
Thrilled to see you too, Sanjaya.
This isn’t going to be a problem, is it. Us… working the case together?
No. Why would it be?
You know. Me… Lily…
BUG (after a beat)
They walk toward the body.
So… how are Lily and the baby?
BUG shoots him a suspicious look.
What… a guy can’t ask a simple question without you doubting his sincerity?
Not when the guy is you, Seely.
We’re waiting for Hoyt. He’s tag-teaming this with me – I’m lead. Body’s over here.
They walk toward the body. BUG notices a bunch of private security guards.
What’s with all the security? Fort Knox isn’t this heavily guarded.
This is one of the most exclusive boarding schools in New England. Can’t have the riff raff wandering in, can we?
ANNIE CAPRA enters at a quick pace. She crosses to where BUG and SEELY are.
Sorry I’m late.
You’re not Hoyt.
Lucky for us you use those amazing powers of deduction only for good. Hoyt called in sick.
So these are my choices? Hayseed Hoyt or the blonde half of Cagney
CAPRA (ignoring him)
Can you bring me up to speed?
SEELY indicates body. It is a young girl lying at the foot of a staircase. There’s a sign with an arrow leading up to “GIRLS’ GYM.”
Kristin McKendrick, age 16, Fifth former… that’s 11th grader… here at the Sheridan School. She was on a field hockey scholarship. Found this morning by one of the trainers. Looks like some kind of blunt force trauma. Can you give me anything?
BUG is kneeling down getting a better look.
Lividity is fixed… she died here. Time of death between nine and twelve hours.
HEADMASTER (with impatience)
Excuse me… how long will this take?
A girl has been murdered here…
Murdered? Surely it must have been an accident. She… must have fallen down the stairs.
I suppose it’s possible, but not probable. Not with this kind of blunt force trauma. And look… there’s peri-mortem bruising on the inside of her lips… torn frenulum. And here… abrasions around the wrists.
She was bound and gagged…
This doesn’t happen at schools like ours. We have the sons and daughters of senators, Mayflower descendants, sports stars here. If word of this gets out… I can’t afford to have these people withdraw their children. These parents have entrusted them to our care…
Including Kristin McKendrick’s parents.
SEELY (jumping in)
You can rely on our discretion.
HEADMASTER (relieved but still agitated)
Thank you, Skipper. I knew you’d understand. Oh… and please tell your parents it looks as if I won’t be joining them for bridge tonight at the club.
HEADMASTER turns and strides off while SEELY wrinkles his face in embarrassment. CAPRA and BUG look at SEELY in amusement.
Old friend of the family… Rotary Club…
SEELY (cont’d) (to BUG)
If you breathe one word of this at the morgue… one… I can have
you buried in traffic tickets for the rest of your natural life.
SEELY strides off, embarrassed, while BUG and CAPRA have to suppress a fit of giggles.
6. EXT. SHERIDAN SCHOOL QUAD – DAY
CAPRA and SEELY are walking across the quad. Two teenage girls pass by and look
at SEELY flirtatiously. He turns around and watches them go with an admiring eye.
What are you doing?!
Age of consent is 16 in Massachusetts.
God, you really are a pig.
Oh, now you’re gonna go all Gloria Steinem on me. I was kidding.
But damn… why didn’t 16 years old look like that when I was 16?
CAPRA (ignoring him)
Kristin was living in Bedlington Hall…
It’s up here on the right.
They pass by an impressive building marked “SEELY HALL.”
Look… Seely Hall. Any relation?
SEELY makes an “as if” sort of noise.
Publishing family. Big money. Do I look like I’m big money?
They pass Seely Hall and walk up the stairs into the building next door.
7. INT. DORMITORY – DAY
CAPRA and SEELY are in a dorm room. There are three beds. Two sides of the room
around the beds have expensive accessories, posters, expensive computers, electronic
equipment, etc. The other side of the room is very sparsely decorated. The bed
is still made… unslept in. This was KRISTIN’S side of the room. Sitting on the
other two beds are TAYLOR GRAYSON, 17, and SARAH HAMILTON, 16. SARAH seems quite
nervous. TAYLOR is more relaxed. Both girls are wearing plaid kilts, blue blazers
and white shirts, but TAYLOR is also wearing a very expensive looking cashmere
scarf around her neck.
When was the last time you saw Kristin?
Yesterday afternoon. In the locker room after practice.
You didn’t see her after that?
No… she wasn’t at dinner later.
Come on… she was your roommate. She didn’t show up at dinner or curfew. You didn’t think maybe you should tell someone?
Kristin was behind in some of her subjects. Latin… calculus. She had to keep her grades up or she’d lose her scholarship. So, sometimes she hid out in the locker room all night to study.
Kristin was new this year. How was she adjusting?
Okay, I guess. We were both new this year… we were kind of in the same boat.
How was she doing on the team?
Really well. She was a great player. She was leading goal scorer.
She wasn’t that good.
No… I meant how was she doing with her teammates… the other students.
Well… Kristin was sort of… odd.
Well… you know. Her clothes. Her hair. Like… we don’t have to wear these
uniform skirts in the winter when it’s cold. We’re allowed to wear gray
flannel pants, but nobody wears the pants. I mean, I’d rather freeze
to death. But Kristin showed up with a closet full of these hideous gray
flannel pants. People kind of… gave her a hard time. She was really just
asking for trouble.
8. EXT. SHERIDAN SCHOOL QUAD – DAY
CAPRA and SEELY are coming out of the dorm and crossing the quad back toward the
Damn. Is that what teenage girls are really like?
Catty… spiteful… obsessed with appearance. Things haven’t changed that
much since I was 17. Poor girl. Her parents probably sent her here
thinking she’d be safe… she’d have a better life…
Are you kidding me? Parents don’t send their kids to places like this thinking they’ll have a better life, they dump them here so they don’t have to deal with them. So they can winter in Palm Beach.
I doubt Kristin’s parents were like that.
SEELY shrugs indifferently. They head towards the main building.
9. INT. SHERIDAN SCHOOL MAIN BUILDING – DAY
CAPRA and SEELY enter the building. On either side of the hallway are long glass
display cases with pictures, trophies, athletic pennants, etc. CAPRA does a double
take and stops in front of one of the display cases. We see what she is looking
at: a picture of several boys in coat and tie. They are holding a trophy. Next
to the picture is the trophy and under the picture is a label: “STATE DEBATE CHAMPIONS
– 1989. TEAM CAPTAIN: MATTHEW ‘SKIPPER’ SEELY.”
It’s you! You went here!... The Seely Publishing Group? That’s
It’s not me. It’s my family.
SEELY strides off a bit annoyed. CAPRA shrugs in confusion and follows after
10. INT. TRACE – DAY
JORDAN is in trace. AMIRA’s body is on the table. JORDAN is looking down at
her with concern. KATE enters looking for something.
Oh. Hey. Your… thing on Friday… turns out I’m off that night.
Looks like I have no excuse for avoiding the festivities.
The fest… what?
JORDAN’S cell phone rings. JORDAN rolls her eyes and answers it as KATE exits.
11. EXT. BOSTON STREET – DAY
Hey, Jordan. You got anything for me on Amira Hassan?
12. INT. TRACE - CONTINUING
She’s still in trace, but I counted a total of eighteen stab wounds. And
check this out. Looks like Amira’s boyfriend was right about the husband…
JORDAN holds up an x-ray and reviews it while talking.
In the last two, three years, she’s had a broken arm, broken ribs, and a fractured jaw. Ahmed Hassan sounds like a real Prince Charming.
Prince Charming may be a wife beater but looks like he’s not a killer.
What? Why not?
13. EXT. BOSTON STREET - CONTINUING
We couldn’t find Hassan. Hadn’t shown up at work in days, no one in his building had seen him. According to INS, he exited the US and flew back to Iraq eight days ago.
JORDAN is walking down the hallway. LILY passes her.
Hey, Jordan, have you seen Bug?
I think he’s out on a call.
She starts to go.
Oh, hey, Lily… you wouldn’t happen to know what’s going on this Friday night?
What… have you heard?
Apparently I have a thing, and it’s huge.
Well… I just thought… it would nice for the girls to go out and celebrate your engagement… rent a limo… drink margaritas… go to some clubs…
“Male strippers” had better not be the next words out of your mouth.
I… guess we’ll have to rethink the entertainment portion of the evening.
JORDAN groans. EMY comes down the hallway.
Dr. Cavanaugh? Amira Hassan’s family is here to see you in the conference room.
JORDAN turns and heads for the conference room.
Oh, Dr. Cavanaugh…
Let me guess. Friday night. You’re there.
It sounds huge!
JORDAN eyerolls and keeps going. Puzzled, EMY turns to LILY, who only smiles
16. INT. CONFERENCE ROOM – DAY
We see MRS. MALIKI, 50s, Middle-Eastern descent, she is blotting her eyes. She
is with her son, IBRAHIM MALIKI, late twenties. They are both in conservative
but Western attire.
Thank you for seeing us, Dr. Cavanaugh.
We’re trying to find out who did this to your daughter, Mrs. Maliki, but if there’s anything I can do to help…
In our culture, it is the practice to bury our dead within 24 hours of death. We have already made arrangements to have Amira buried by sundown tonight.
I’m… afraid in a homicide I’m required by law to perform an autopsy.
How long would that take?
We’ll need to run some standard tests first… I’m sorry… I’ll try and expedite things, but… I won’t be able to complete an autopsy by sundown…
MRS. MALIKI nods in understanding.
I see. I don’t want to rush you. I want you to find who did this to Amira.
I will. I promise.
In our culture, you would never…
MRS. MALIKI mutters something to him in Arabic. IBRAHIM stops.
I’m sorry, Dr. Cavanaugh. We’ve been here for 15 years, and sometimes it is still hard for us to remember things are different here.
You’re from Iraq?
Yes. One day Ibrahim – he was just a boy – he came home from school, and
I asked him who he loved best of all. It was a game we played, you see,
and he would always say yemma and abba – mommy and daddy
– but this day he said he loved Uncle Saddam best of all. That is what they
taught him at school.
My parents came here and opened the bakery. They worked so hard, it killed my father.
MRS. MALIKI (gently)
They struggled so hard to build a business, to fit in. Then after
9/11 someone threw a brick through the window…
IBRAHIM (ignoring her)
On the street, someone called me a “towelhead” yesterday. That is the way we have been treated in your country.
This is our country, Ibrahim.
IBRAHIM says something to her in Arabic, and she responds sharply in Arabic. IBRAHIM clams up, but he looks angry.
I apologize, Dr. Cavanaugh. I don’t want to keep you any longer from your work.
THE MALIKIS rise and head for the door.
I’m so sorry for your loss, Mrs. Maliki.
Thank you… In our religion it is forbidden to mourn your child for more than three days. My own child… I wonder how that will be possible…
MRS. MALIKI and IBRAHIM MALIKI go, and JORDAN sadly watches them go.
When she opens the door, we see WOODY on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, watching
TV. He is staring at it very intently, obviously very absorbed. When he sees JORDAN,
he quickly turns off the TV and tries to look nonchalant.
Hey. What was that?
What were you watching?
Nothing. A nature documentary.
No you weren’t! Let me see.
JORDAN tries to grab the remote while WOODY tries to play keepaway. She finally grabs it from his hand. She switches on the TV and we hear melodramatic music and breathless voices.
Oh my God, you were watching a soap opera!
I’ve been cooped up in the apartment all day! I watched everything we had on Tivo! I even watched that show about the cheerleader with the superpowers and let me tell you, that’s an hour of my life I’ll never get back.
But a soap opera?
Come on! So? Josh has amnesia and thinks he’s an Amish farmer, and we were just about to find out whether Philip or his evil clone was killed in the avalanche.
Let me feel your forehead. You must be sick.
She sits down next to him. There’s a beat while he watches her. Her face is drawn and tired.
Yeah. Long day, tough case. (beat) What do you say we whip out the Vaporub… play a little “naughty night nurse.”
If only that did anything for me right now.
He smiles and snuggles up to her. He sneezes and she passes him a Kleenex. She switches the TV back on and their faces glow in the light of the TV.
19. INT. BOSTON PD BULLPEN – EVENING
CAPRA enters the bullpen carrying a takeout dinner salad. She looks around the
bullpen. CARVER, FRAMUS, and SANTANA are sitting around a desk having dinner.
They are laughing and talking animatedly. At another desk, two male detectives
are sharing a pizza and swapping war stories. Several other detectives are standing
at the watercooler talking about last night’s game. She looks over at SEELY’S
desk. He is sitting alone, eating a gooey meatball sub and reading the paper.
She smiles a bit sadly and crosses to his desk.
Can I join you?
Can I stop you?
She sits down a bit tentatively and opens her salad. He ignores her and continues to read the paper while jamming the sandwich into his mouth.
Is that your dinner?
Please don’t tell me you’re one of those vegetarian-PETA-animal rights nuts.
CAPRA (after a beat)
I was thinking… just to make things easier… maybe I could handle the interview with Kristin’s parents, and you could focus on the staff and student body at Sheridan.
Oh, you were? Apparently someone forgot to tell you that I’m
lead on this one.
Of course. I just thought… since you’re more familiar with the community…
SEELY throws his sandwich down in irritation.
Okay… let’s just get it over with. I’m rich… I wasn’t just born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I was born with the whole damn service for 12… what the hell am I doing working some thankless job like this… yadda yadda yadda…
That’s not what I… I’m sorry if I touched a nerve. I just... I’m second generation American… my father worked in a shoe store… this isn’t a world I know a lot about.
It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Trust me. Senior year… you know how many times I saw my parents? Twice. The first day of school and graduation. They lived fifteen minutes away.
SEELY goes back to his sandwich. CAPRA sighs. She can see she’s not getting anywhere. She stands.
Hey… what… where ya going?
CAPRA (cont’d) (wearily)
Home… it’s late. I’ll… see you tomorrow.
Her phone rings.
Capra… Yes, Dr. Vijay…
SEELY’S ears perk up. He leans forward.
Vijay? What’s he calling you for? I’m lead.
CAPRA holds up a finger to shush him.
Yes… you did? That’s great… Yes. Thanks… thanks. Good night.
She hangs up the phone with a satisfied smile.
So… they pulled fibers from Kristin’s nose and mouth… from the gag. Looks like our killer had expensive tastes.
20. INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – NIGHT
TAYLOR GRAYSON is sitting at the table wearing the same scarf we saw her in earlier.
SEELY and CAPRA enter and sit down.
That’s a nice scarf.
Thanks. It’s kind of my personal signature. It’s cashmere. You dragged me out of school to talk about my scarf?
We found some cashmere fibers on Kristin’s body. Any idea how they might have gotten there?
I don’t know. Maybe she borrowed one of my scarves without asking.
‘Cause God forbid you’d ever lend her one out of the goodness of your
I’m not just going to lend my stuff out. Do you have any idea how much real cashmere costs? No… I guess you wouldn’t.
We found the fibers in her mouth and nose. Now… why would she be wearing the scarf around her mouth and nose?
It’s winter… maybe she was cold.
We know Kristin was bound and gagged around the time of her death. We know it was with one of your scarves.
TAYLOR looks back and forth between the two detectives trying to figure out how nailed she is. She finally rolls her eyes as if it is no big deal.
Okay… we do this thing… with the new players on the team after the last practice of the season. Sort of an initiation thing. The older girls… we tie them up in the locker room… blindfold them… turn out the lights… stuff like that… you know.
If by “stuff like that” you mean beating them to death, then yeah… I’ve got kind of an idea.
I didn’t kill her! We didn’t do stuff like that… it was all just for fun! Just some ceremony before we give the new girls their varsity letters. Sarah was new this year, too… you can ask her. It was no big deal. All I know is that when the initiation was over, Kristin said she was going to take a shower in the locker room and that’s the last time I saw her.
CAPRA and SEELY trade glances. The door to the interrogation room opens. CHET GRAYSON, 40s, enters. He is a very high-powered, WASPy looking guy with a briefcase.
This interview is over. Now. Get your coat. Let’s go, Taylor.
And you are?
Chet Grayson, Mackenzie Grayson Sprague and Dietrich. I’m representing my daughter.
Your daughter is a potential witness in a…
My daughter is a minor. Why weren’t her mother and I called?
Why wasn’t I called as her attorney?
She’s 17. She can legally be tried as an adult in Massachusetts. And this is a non-custodial interrogation. She’s not entitled to an attorney.
I could have your badges. This department is just lucky I don’t slam you both with a harassment lawsuit.
You always were nothing but a loudmouth bully, Chet.
GRAYSON blinks, frowns. He slowly recognizes him.
Well… well. Skipper Seely. I’d heard you’d become a cop or something like that. I didn’t quite believe it, but I knew there had to be a reason why your parents always change the subject when your name comes up. What in the hell happened to you? You know… I’d always heard the expression, “Those who can’t do, teach.” Maybe it should be, “Those you can’t do become cops.”
SEELY’S face registers that the comment has hurt. GRAYSON smiles with satisfaction.
Come on, Taylor.
GRAYSON and TAYLOR leave with snotty smiles. SEELY stands, hands on hips, head lowered. CAPRA looks at him with sympathy.
You’re an insensitive male chauvinist pig, but you’re a good cop. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.
JORDAN is walking through the parking garage. A MAN, around 30 years old, suddenly
appears. He is dressed in jeans and a t-shirt but from his demeanor, we know
he’s no ordinary civilian. He’s military, a cop, something like that, and he
is very, very nervous. He speaks rapidly and is carrying a manila envelope.
Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh?
JORDAN is taken aback, a bit startled.
You’re handling the Amira Hassan case…
Who wants to know?
I can’t tell you that. I’m risking my neck as it is.
What’s this about?
MAN hands her a padded envelope.
You need to listen to this.
What is it?
Just listen to it. You’ll know what to do with it.
MAN starts to walk away.
Hey, wait! What are you… who… why me?
We have a mutual… acquaintance. Said you’d do the right thing.
MAN hurries away.
MAN (over his shoulder)
Just listen to it.
He’s gone. JORDAN turns with a creased forehead. She rips open the envelope and pulls out a small thing that looks like it might be a cassette tape. She looks at in confusion and keeps walking.
22. INT. MORGUE LOBBY – DAY
JORDAN steps out of the elevator, still holding the tape. NIGEL is in the lobby.
NIGEL stops and turns and waits for JORDAN to catch up with him.
You ever seen one of these?
Where did you get that?
Some guy just gave it to me in the parking garage and took off.
How very “All the President’s Men”…do you have any idea what this is?
No. The guy just said it’s about Amira Hassan and I should listen to it.
It’s high-resolution digital audio tape. Very high tech. Government use only… FBI, military, DHS.
So, not exactly the kind of thing you can pick up at Radio Shack.
I should say not…
Don’t suppose you can play one of these back…
Step into my parlor…
23. INT. NIGEL’S DESK – DAY
JORDAN is sitting down at NIGEL’S desk. He is fiddling around some gizmo with
dials. It looks sort of like a high-tech boom box.
I’m feeding the data from your cassette through here. It’s a copy of an original, and I don’t have the equipment to re-digitize it. It’ll be a bit garbled, but you should be able to make it out.
JORDAN nods and waits for the sound to start. And then we hear it: the agonizing screams of a young woman. On top of it, a man is screaming at her in Arabic. We hear the young woman’s voice, trying to fight back, sometimes in English, sometimes in Arabic. Then, the screaming stops. We hear her moan and the man’s voice whispering something to her. JORDAN’S eyes grow wide in horror. Tears spring to her eyes. She rips the headphones off and throws them on the desk. NIGEL looks at her in surprise, and JORDAN looks up him, speechless… horrified.
24. INT. RENEE’S OFFICE – DAY
JORDAN is sitting in the office with GARRET. RENEE is standing, arms crossed,
looking indignant. She’s on the warpath. TRANSLATOR is listening to the tape.
She, too, is horrified. She takes the headphones off.
I was warned, but nothing quite prepares you for that.
Could you make it out?
He says at the beginning, “You shamed the family… you must die.” She’s yelling at him, pleading with him to stop. Then he says over and over, “Are you going to behave now?”
What’s that he’s whispering at the end… when she stops screaming?
He’s telling her to die and die quickly. And then… nothing.
Are there any names? Can you make out who she’s talking to?
No. No names. But she does say once in Arabic, “I beg you to stop, brother.”
Ibrahim Maliki… it was an honor killing.
Honor? I want this guy, and I want a jury to hear every second
of that tape.
RENEE’S ASSISTANT enters. She is carrying a legal document in a blue backer.
Excuse me, Ms. Walcott? This was just messengered over. I thought you’d want to see it right away.
RENEE takes the paper. She gives it a once over.
Well, good news travels fast…
What is it?
It’s from the Justice Department. They’ve filed a motion to suppress the tape.
25. INT. BOSTON PD BULLPEN – DAY
We see SEELY sitting at his desk looking through a file. Suddenly a paper bag
hits his desk.
SEELY looks up.
Oat bran muffin. You need some serious dietary help.
He opens the bag and looks at her with some suspicion.
Why are you being nice?
I’m… an “insensitive male chauvinist pig.”
I’m just a sucker for hard luck cases, I guess.
SARAH enters the bullpen in her school uniform. She looks very frightened.
CAPRA (very surprised)
Sarah! What are you…
SEELY and CAPRA trade looks as SARAH stands there looking terrified.
26. INT. INTERROGATION ROOM – DAY
SARAH is sitting at the table. SEELY and CAPRA are sitting on either side of her.
Taylor told me what happened yesterday. She told me what she said about the initiation.
What happened, Sarah?
After practice, they blindfolded us… led us into the locker room. Then they did stupid stuff… they threw little colored pieces of paper, like from a hole puncher, and said we had to pick out all the yellow ones. Stuff like that. It didn’t bother me. I was just glad to be on the team.
So, it was like Taylor said. Just for… fun.
Well… sort of. Most of us got off easy. But Kristin? Taylor just wouldn’t
let it go… she was just so… mean. We were playing truth or dare.
It was pretty tame, but Taylor kept asking Kristin all these sex questions.
Like was she still a virgin, was she a lesbian. Then she made Kristin get
undressed in front of everybody… she was really shy... started crying. Some
girls started laughing at her. They threw stuff at her… food and stuff.
Poured ketchup on her. It was really bad. I mean… she was my roommate. I
should have stuck up for her… but… I don’t know… I was scared they might
do it to me, too.
What happened after the initiation, Sarah?
We all just left. Except for Kristin. She was in the shower room… crying, trying to wash all the food off her. The thing is… I didn’t see Kristin at dinner that night. But I didn’t see Taylor, either.
Why do you think Taylor was so mean to her?
I don’t know… do people like Taylor ever need a reason to be mean to people like Kristin?
27. INT. COURTROOM – DAY
We see a hearing courtroom. A JUDGE is listening to arguments. RENEE and a GOVT
LAWYER are standing at podiums. JORDAN and GARRET are sitting in the audience
behind RENEE. We see a couple of GOVT AGENTS sitting behind the GOVT LAWYER. One
of them is the MAN who gave JORDAN the tape. He is not looking in JORDAN’S direction.
Your Honor, Ibrahim Maliki’s home and place of business have been under audio surveillance for the past six months as part of an ongoing investigation into possible terrorist activity. It is believed that Ibrahim Maliki is in contact with an Al-Qaeda cell. On the night of Ms. Hassan’s murder, the surveillance unit was not being manned. The next morning, the tapes were retrieved and the audio tape in question was discovered. To allow this tape to be used in evidence against Mr. Maliki would bring our covert surveillance to light and jeopardize an investigation that is vital to national security.
An innocent girl has been brutally murdered by her own brother in the
name of family honor. There was nothing honorable about it, and
there is nothing honorable about letting Ibrahim Maliki go free. You have
heard the tapes, Your Honor. You’ve heard Amira Hassan’s desperate cries
for help. Those cries cannot go unanswered.
Ms. Walcott, how did this tape come into your possession?
It was apparently left in an unmarked envelope in the front seat of Dr. Cavanaugh’s car…
There’s a shot of JORDAN’S face, registering only slightly that she has lied to RENEE.
… but there have been no allegations from the Government regarding evidence tampering or break in the chain of custody. We have no reason to doubt the veracity of the tape.
JUDGE (to GOVT LAWYER)
You’ve got a pretty serious security breach somewhere, counsel.
GOVT LAWYER (tersely)
The matter is currently the subject of an internal investigation, Your Honor.
JORDAN looks over at MAN, who is staring straight ahead.
What happened to Amira Hassan is a tragedy, and quite frankly, the idea that people are killing in the name of family honor sickens me. However, I think the War on Terror is the broader concern here, so I have no choice but to grant the Government’s Motion to Suppress.
You can’t do that!
RENEE turns and gives her a hard look.
I’ve heard about your grand-standing, Dr. Cavanaugh. It’s not going to fly… not in my courtroom.
JORDAN (rising to her feet)
You talk about the war on terror… what about Amira’s terror when her own brother stabbed her eighteen times in the chest for daring to leave an abusive husband!? She begged him to stop! She begged for help!
Ms. Walcott, if you can’t admonish your witness to remain quiet, I’ll
hold you both in contempt.
If we let Ibrahim Maliki walk, we’re saying it’s okay to treat women like
that! It’s okay to treat our wives and daughters and sisters like
second-class citizens. Well, it’s not okay.
Your passion is admirable, Dr. Cavanaugh, but if you want to put Ibrahim Maliki in jail, you’re going to have to find some other way. You can’t use the tape. Court is adjourned.
JUDGE gives a rap of the gavel and exits. RENEE turns to JORDAN and gives an admonishing look.
28. INT. COURTHOUSE HALLWAY – DAY
JORDAN storms out of the courtroom looking furious. She is followed by RENEE and
What the hell was that about?
I know… can you believe that jackass?
I was talking about you Jordan! Pull that in my jurisdiction
again and I’ll have your license, so help me.
Don’t push me on this one, Garret. We’re lucky the judge didn’t throw out our entire case after that stunt of hers.
Come on! You heard that bullshit! War on Terror my ass!
Jordan, there are… cultural sensitivities here.
Cultural sensitivities?! How would you feel if someone did this
to Abby? If something is wrong, then it is wrong, whether you’re in Iraq
or Saudi Arabia or Boston.
There’s a right way and a wrong way to do this, Jordan. Don’t jeopardize this case any more than you already have. We’re going to get this guy, but we’re going to have to do it forensically.
JORDAN nods, but she’s still furious.
I want this son of a bitch. Find something. Fast.
29. EXT. BABYLONIA BAKERY – DAY
JORDAN’S car slides up next to the curb in front of the bakery. She storms out, slamming her car door behind her.
30. INT. BABYLONIA BAKERY – CONTINUING
JORDAN storms in the store. IBRAHIM is behind the counter.
Dr. Cavanaugh… do you have news on my sister’s murder?
Is your mother here?
No. She was not up to it today.
Good. I don’t want her to hear this. Tell me… did you know Ahmed Hassan was a wife-beater when you fobbed your sister off on him?
Arranged marriages are part of our culture. Amira did nothing against her will. She consented to marry Ahmed Hassan.
Did she consent to having her ribs broken?
You in the West think you have all the answers. And yet look at your society… divorce… illegitimate children… infidelity. Is that so very much better?
Maybe your divorce rate is lower because your women are afraid to leave
their husbands for fear their brothers might butcher them.
IBRAHIM’S face changes. She’s on to him.
I know what you did, you son of a bitch.
There’s a beat while IBRAHIM’S face hardens.
You killed your own sister in cold blood.
Amira was… irrational. She was seeing a man from outside the faith who was putting ideas into her head. She had become… violent. Perhaps she attacked her killer. Perhaps her killer was only acting in self-defense.
You’d better pray the jury swallows that bullshit easier than I do. ‘Cause I am gonna make it my business to see that you rot in jail for the rest of your life.
JORDAN storms out, leaving IBRAHIM looking slightly worried.
END ACT THREE
31. INT. AUTOPSY – DAY
JORDAN is working on AMIRA’S body. She is obviously very tense. NIGEL is in
the background working on something.
You got anything for me yet on the knife?
No. I’m coming up blank. Unusual… some sort of curved edge.
You know what we get with “some sort of curved edge?” We get Ibrahim Maliki walking the streets after butchering his sister.
I’m sorry, Jordan, but I’ve run the database, and I’m not finding a match.
Well, run it again!
I’ve run it twice already! It’s not a commercial kitchen knife, not a hunting knife…
JORDAN (softening a bit)
Well… keep looking.
Please tell me you have something on Maliki.
Jesus, we’re doing the best we can, all right?
Okay, Jordan, okay.
I’ve got it… the knife…
SANTANA and JORDAN cross to the computer screen NIGEL is looking at.
What are we looking at?
I ran the commercial databases, but it only contains brand names… Western and large Asian manufacturers. No match. Then I broadened the search to include smaller brands, tribal blades, ceremonial knives… that sort of thing. And I got this…
He presses a button on the screen. We see a small, decorated knife with a curved blade.
It’s a jambiya dagger… a ceremonial or decorative knife. Most often found in Yemen, but common in Arabic countries. It matches the type of wounds on Amira’s body.
Get me specifics… size… color… anything I can use for a search warrant.
Even if you find the knife with his fingerprints and Amira’s blood, it won’t prove pre-meditation…
Nigel’s right. The bastard’s gonna claim she attacked him.
We need more.
The knife’s a start… I gotta get back to the precinct and work on the warrant for Maliki’s apartment…
I’ll get you a printout…
SANTANA and NIGEL exit and nearly bump into KATE as she enters.
KATE (to JORDAN)
Hey. I thought your shift ended an hour ago.
I kinda had a few things I needed to do.
KATE watches her for a moment and can see she’s distressed. A lightbulb goes on.
This is the Hassan girl, isn’t it?
Yeah… Damn. I’ve been up for 24 hours… I can’t think straight.
KATE pauses for a moment then crosses to the counter and snaps on a pair of gloves.
What do you need?
You don’t have to…
Come on. Maybe a set of fresh eyes will see something we’ve missed before.
I’ve got it.
KATE (gently but firmly)
Let me help, Jordan.
JORDAN looks up and they share a look of solidarity. KATE looks down at the body.
What am I looking for?
I don’t know yet. Something… anything that we can use to nail Ibrahim Maliki.
KATE (giving the body a once-over)
Penetrating wound to the aorta…
Yeah… she never had a chance.
What are these superficial wounds here? On her abdomen?
I don’t know. They wouldn’t have been anywhere near fatal. Some of them barely cut the skin.
It’s a pattern… look. The cuts form sort of a rough circle around her navel. It’s like he was…
KATE shrugs, can’t figure it out.
JORDAN (getting it)
It’s like he was taunting her.
KATE looks up with a raised eyebrow.
On the tape… he says over and over again at one point, “Are you going to behave now?” That’s what he was doing… taunting, torturing her.
That’s not self-defense.
No. That’s murder. He got her to believe he would let her go. She promised she’d behave. Then he stabbed her in the heart.
What kind of sick freak…
Yeah, if only Ibrahim Maliki was a freak. There are something like 5000 honor killings a year worldwide. Women who leave abusive husbands… girls who are “too Western”… rape victims. They can all be killed for dishonoring the family. Does it have to start happening in our own backyards before we’ll do anything about it?
KATE and JORDAN look down at AMIRA’S body sadly.
32. EXT. BOSTON PD BUILDING – DAY
CAPRA is walking into the building. SEELY is coming from the opposite direction.
They meet up. He is carrying a takeout carrier for coffee and a paper bag.
Don’t tell me that’s another meatball sub. I thought I was having a good influence on you.
No… it’s a couple of oat bran muffins.
One’s probably all you’ll need, Matt, unless you want to move your desk into the bathroom.
I… got one for you, actually.
CAPRA smiles and accepts the muffin.
You know, you’re a pretty decent guy when you’re not trying so hard to be such a jackass.
Who’s trying to be a jackass?
You mean it comes naturally?
CAPRA’S phone rings.
It’s the morgue.
He called you again? Why’s he calling you?
Oh, for heaven’s sake… here. We’ll share.
She holds the phone up. SEELY resists for a minute but leans down closer so his face is pressed almost against CAPRA’S. CAPRA answers the phone, and he finds himself a bit distracted for a moment by the scent of her hair.
Yes, Dr. Vijay… do you have anything for us on the murder weapon?
33. INT. TRACE – DAY
BUG is in trace with KRISTIN’S body.
I pulled some wood splinters and bits of fiberglass from Kristin’s head wound. That didn’t tell me anything in and of itself, so I focused on the shape of the head wound. It was unusual… sort of hook shaped… almost semi-circular. When I matched that against the samples I pulled from Kristin’s scalp, I knew what we were looking for. Wood… semi-circular shape…
34. EXT. BOSTON PD – CONTINUING
A hockey stick.
35. INT. TRACE – CONTINUING
Score one for our team…
36. EXT. BOSTON PD – CONTINUING
Cut to SEELY and CAPRA looking very satisfied.
37. INT. INTERROGATION RM – DAY
CHET GRAYSON and TAYLOR GRAYSON are in the interrogation room. CAPRA and SEELY
enter. SEELY means business. He’s not going to cut her any slack. He puts down
a photograph of a hockey stick in front of TAYLOR. The questions come hard and
Is this your hockey stick?
So, it’s damaged. What happened?
I don’t remember. We play pretty hard.
We found Kristin’s hair and blood on it. Any idea how it might have gotten there?
How should I know?
You haven’t been caught out after curfew, Taylor. This is a potential murder charge. Your hockey stick was used to kill Kristin McKendrick.
She told you she doesn’t know what happened. Move on.
Your little darling is the prime suspect in a homicide, Chet. You don’t get to call the shots. (back to TAYLOR) How did Kristin’s hair and blood get on your hockey stick?
I said I don’t know. After the initiation, I left the locker
room, and she stayed behind. Why would I kill her? She was…
TAYLOR shrugs, gives a “you know” look.
A nothing. A nobody.
And you couldn’t let someone like that get one up on you, could you? You
were the queen bee. You were the team captain. You were
the best. Then along came insignificant little Kristin McKendrick.
I was supposed to get most valuable player! Not some… scholarship
That’s right. So you stayed in the locker room while Kristin was in the shower.
And you waited until she got dressed in those hideous gray flannel
pants of hers…
And then you bashed her head in with your hockey stick, didn’t you, Taylor?
Didn’t you, Taylor?!
SEELY pulls back a little. But he’s not letting the heat off… he’s just giving her some rope to hang herself.
I don’t know… maybe it was an accident. Maybe you didn’t really mean to kill her. You were angry… just wanted to put her in her place. Show her who really was boss. Was that how it was, Taylor? Was that what happened?
Come on, Taylor. Kristin was a nothing. And she took what was rightfully yours.
WHO DID THAT LITTLE BITCH THINK SHE WAS? HER DAD DROVE A CHEVY!
TAYLOR breaks down in sobs. GRAYSON looks stricken. SEELY leans back in his chair, a mixture of sadness and disgust, while CAPRA looks on.
38. EXT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE INTERROGATION RM – DAY
CAPRA and SEELY are in the hallway. A uniformed cop is leading TAYLOR out in handcuffs.
She’s still sniveling. She’s followed by her father.
GRAYSON (to SEELY)
I hope you’re proud of yourself. Look at you with your Target shoes and your Fantastic Sam’s haircut. You’re a disgrace to your family.
GRAYSON goes off with his daughter. CAPRA and SEELY just exchange looks.
39. INT. COURTROOM – DAY
JORDAN is sitting in the courtroom with GARRET. RENEE is sitting at the prosecution
table. IBRAHIM is in chains at the defense table. MRS. MALIKI is sitting behind
him, sobbing quietly.
After reviewing the evidence, I find that the prima facie case against Ibrahim Maliki has been met. The charges will stand and the defendant will be held over for trial for the murder of Amira Hassan in the 1st degree. Court is adjourned.
There is relief from the prosecution side. JORDAN bows her head in relief. GARRET
pats her on the shoulder. RENEE nods at her in admiration. JORDAN smiles and
looks over to see the MAN who gave her the tape is standing at the back of the
courtroom. They catch each other’s eye. JORDAN gives him a slight nod of gratitude.
He nods back with a small, admiring smile.
WOODY and JORDAN are lying in bed, sweaty and breathless. Also very happy.
Wow. You’re obviously feeling better.
Nothing like a little “Sexual Healing.”
Please don’t start singing.
WOODY (crooning with off-key exuberance)
“When I get that feeling…I want sexual healing… sexual… healing.”
Okay, please. Now I think I’m getting sick.
You know you love it baby… “it’s something that’s good for me!”
JORDAN sits on the edge of the bed and pulls her pants on.
Thank you, Marvin Gaye, but I’ve got to go. I’ve got to swing by my place… there’s this… bachelorette thing.
Oh, yeah. You need some twenties for the strippers?
I’m assured there will not be a g-string in sight.
JORDAN stands and crosses to the door.
Hey, Jordan. You did a good thing today. I’m really proud of you. Have I ever told you that?
All the time.
WOODY and JORDAN share a tender smile.
41. INT. BOSTON PD HALLWAY – NIGHT
SEELY is walking down the hallway. CAPRA is behind him with her coat and bag.
She walks to catch up with him.
Hey. You heading out?
She puts a hand on his forearm. They stop walking.
I… like I said. You’re a good cop. You should be proud of what we did. I… hope you don’t let what Chet Grayson said bother you.
Nah. Chet’s one of the last of a dying breed… spoiled, thinks he’s entitled just because of his last name.
Look what he has to show for it. He passed it onto his daughter, and he’s gonna have to live with that.
I think that’s part of the reason why I became a cop. To get away from that.
Poor Kristin. My parents didn’t have much money when I was a teenager. I wasn’t exactly part of the popular crowd, so I kind of identify with her in a way. Never feeling quite good enough, square peg, always on the outside looking in. You know what that’s like?
Yeah. I think I do.
SEELY (cont’d) (tentatively)
So… you wanna maybe… grab some dinner or something?
I… can’t. I’ve got… plans…
Oh. Sure. Forget it.
It’s a girl’s night out thing. Jordan Cavanaugh.
Oh, yeah. She’s finally making an honest man outta Hoyt.
There is a slight awkward pause.
Maybe some other time?
Another awkwardish pause.
Well… I should…
She gestures vaguely over her shoulder toward the door.
G’night. See ya ‘round. Skipper.
She smiles at him, and he can’t help smiling in spite of himself. She turns and heads down the hall toward the door. Before going through she looks over her shoulder at him and waves. He lifts a hand in return as she exits and the door closed shut behind her. He stands there for a moment or two longer smiling a small, wistful smile.
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42. INT. BAR – NIGHT
It is a noisy bar. All the women – JORDAN, LILY, FRAMUS, CARVER, SANTANA, EMY,
and RENEE – are at a high table. JORDAN and a couple of the others are seated
on stools. Others are standing around the table. We can see KATE in the background
ordering at the bar. We catch them mid-conversation.
So, what’s going to happen with Ibrahim Maliki?
He’s offered to plead guilty to 2nd degree murder with a bench trial – no jury.
Are you kidding me? He’ll be out in fifteen years!
RENEE (sly smile)
I didn’t say I took the plea.
They smile. There’s a ripple of relieved applause.
We’re going ahead with a 1st degree charge. I want a jury to hear what that man did to his own sister.
All right… To the District Attorney!
The District Attorney!
They all clink glasses and down their margaritas.
Hey… I heard that Sheridan School case got bumped down to juvenile court.
Yeah. Daddy’s got some pull. She’ll be out when she’s 18.
Wow. Six months for what she did to that girl.
At least she’s going to do some time. In the toughest juvenile facility
I can find. I’ve got some pull, too. The little precious is gonna
learn what “mean girls” really are.
KATE turns around with another pitcher of margaritas.
This round’s on me.
Please tell me you’ve all got designated drivers. I don’t want to see any of your names on the docket tomorrow morning.
ANNIE CAPRA enters. She is flushed and has a small smile on her face.
Hey you made it.
CAPRA (with a sly smile)
Sorry I’m late. I got held up.
Really? Do tell!
CAPRA (still a small smile)
My lips are sealed.
Somebody pour that woman a drink quick!
KATE finishes pouring the drinks.
So, who are we drinking to this round?
JORDAN shakes her head. The mood shifts.
The others nod and raise their glasses.
Amira and Kristin…
Amira and Kristin…
The women all clink glasses quietly and take a drink. They share a look of mutual
understanding. The camera pulls out leaving them there sharing warm conversation.