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Episode #VS723


Yours Truly

Crossing Jordan Virtual Season 7

“On Ice”

Written by
mecedeme

Art by
BigCJFan and Nynaeve

 

“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
Nigel Townsend
Mahesh “Bug” Vijayaraghavensatanaryanamurthy
Lily Lebowski
Maddy

Charles LeRoy, victim hockey player
Girouard, hockey player who slashes LeRoy
Dr. Tim Williamson, Bruins’ team doctor, old friend of Jordan’s from Tufts
Ron Sherry, Bruins’ scout
Player 1, Bruins’ player
Player 2 , Bruins’ player
Suit 1, Executive in Bruins’ organization
Suit 2 , Executive in Bruins’ organization
Ryan Smyth, LeRoy’s roommate
Eileen Jardin, LeRoy’s mother

SET LIST

INTERIORS
TD BANKNORTH GARDEN
   HOCKEY ARENA
   HALL OUTSIDE BRUINS’ LOCKER ROOM
   BRUINS’ LOCKER ROOM
   EXECUTIVE OFFICE

MORGUE
   RECEPTION
   AUTOPSY ONE
   BREAK ROOM
   NIGEL’S OFFICE
   CONFERENCE ROOM
   LOBBY
   JORDAN’S OFFICE
   TRACE
   LILY’S OFFICE
   HALLWAY

PRECINCT
   INTERROGATION ROOM ONE

LEROY’S APARTMENT
   KITCHEN

MRS JARDIN’S APARTMENT
   HALLWAY
   DINING ROOM

 

EXTERIORS
TD BANKNORTH GARDEN

MRS JARDIN’S APARTMENT BUILDING

 

TEASER

Exciting Sports Arena - Captain Audio

1. EXT. TD BANKNORTH GARDEN – EVENING

The lights are all on and The Hockey Song is playing.

Face Off

CUT TO

2.INT. HOCKEY ARENA - CONTINUING

Wide shot of the Interior of the hockey arena. Bruins vs. Canadians. Camera sweeps crowd. It closes in on JORDAN and WOODY among a crazy bunch of Bruins fans on their feet, hands in the air and cheering after a goal. They sit back down.

Bruins VS Canadiens
WOODY
Who’s that guy in the face off? I thought Lindoff was on that line.


JORDAN
I can’t see – Oh, that’s New Guy! Lindoff is on the DL with a dislocated shoulder. Charlie LeRoy, he’s a goon.


She pauses to have a gulp of Sam Adams.
JORDAN (cont’d)
His goal scoring is crap, but when he’s on, the other guys do better. Look, he won the face off, he’s chasing them down the ice. (yelling) Hurry up, you idiot! What the hell…? He can’t even keep up.

We see LEROY going after the Canadian offence; he smashes his opponent into the boards. Cut back to JORDAN and WOODY making ‘that’s gotta hurt’ faces. Cut back to the ice. Slow motion, a Canadian player rushes in, stick dangerously high. Close up of back of LEROY’S neck, as stick connects. Cut back to JORDAN.


JORDAN
(hand over mouth)
Ouch!

Cut back to ice. LEROY is flat out on the ice in the corner, face down, not moving. The team doctors are trying to talk to him. Close-up of DOCTOR’S face calling LEROY’S name. Pan back and we see him taking LEROY’S pulse. A cold look comes over him. The team carefully turns LEROY over. He has the dead eye thing. The DOCTOR looks up in shock. As he starts CPR, he happens to see JORDAN pressing against the glass.


DR. TIM
Cavanaugh! Get your ass over here!

JORDAN climbs over to the box where she can get through and jumps onto the ice.


JORDAN
Tim. What the hell happened?

DR. TIM is slightly breathless as he continues CPR.


DR. TIM
Hey, Jordan. Long time since Tufts, huh? Did you see the hit?


JORDAN
Yeah, Girouard’s stick clipped the back of LeRoy’s neck.. I’ve seen worse…


DR. TIM
Huh. Bad enough.

She takes a look and is startled to discover LEROY is dead. Woody comes up behind them


WOODY
Hey, Jordan, what the hell…?

He stops cold as he recognizes the death stare. DR. TIM looks at WOODY while he continues CPR.


DR. TIM
Who’s he?

JORDAN’S trying to explore LEROY’S neck, but the helmet’s in the way.


WOODY
Uh… (gathers himself) Detective Woody Hoyt, BPD. I hate to tell ya, Doc, but I think it’s too late….

DR. TIM looks around as he still continues CPR.


DR. TIM
They don’t need to see us remove a dead man…


JORDAN
(glances around)
Oh, right. (loud whisper) With the helmet on I can’t find anything. Just keep up the fake CPR.

The gurney pulls up with ATTENDANTS.


JORDAN (cont’d)
Here comes the gurney. OK, 1,2,3!


LEROY is hoisted to the gurney; WOODY and JORDAN help. We cut to the point of view of the deceased. Camera is on the gurney, angled toward the feet. We follow the gurney through doors at the arena and suddenly we’re in the morgue. His feet turn one way, camera continues another.



3. INT. MORGUE RECEPTION - CONTINUING

Wiggle and Learn - The Wiggles

We see LILY beside the reception desk, holding MADDY, trying to get keys out of her purse at the same time. BUG is making faces at MADDY. NIGEL is looking at a file with EMY behind the desk. We hear ‘The Wiggles’ singing joyfully about dancing.

LILY
OK, at 9:30 we had Mommy and Me, at 11 we did the Sweet Swimmers class, then Gymboree at 4. Tonight we’re going to have a quiet evening with the Baby Einstein videos.


NIGEL
(looks up)
Isn’t that rather a lot for a child of her tender age?


BUG
(scoffs)
Since when did you know anything about children?


NIGEL
(scoffs right back)
I used to be one.


BUG
(ignores NIGEL)
It’s important to expose Maddy to as much enrichment as we can. Everything we involve her in has a specific purpose.

LILY looks a little cynical, but she’s still behind it.


LILY
Yeah. Purpose.


NIGEL
Babies have survived for millennia without Gymboree or Baby Einstein


BUG
Now we know better! These are her most important developmental moments.


He puts an arm around LILY, who has an impatient expression. She fishes her car keys out of her purse while speaking under her breath.


Happy Family

LILY
Important. Yeah, important and tiring.

MADDY starts to cry. LILY exhales deeply, takes the child and the car keys, throws purse over her shoulder and leaves. Before the elevator doors close she leans against the wall and closes her eyes. NIGEL looks concerned, but BUG doesn’t notice LILY’S agitation.


BUG
Oh, Lily, wait!

He rushes to the elevator, holding the door open.


BUG (cont’d)
Here’s her day timer. Can’t lose that, can we?


LILY
(expressionless)
Yeah, can’t lose that….


BUG steps backward out of the elevator, waving at MADDY but still oblivious that LILY is reaching the bottom of the barrel.


END OF TEASER

Crossing Jordan Theme

 

 

ACT ONE



4.INT. MORGUE – AUTOPSY ONE - MORNING

LEROY is on the table. JORDAN is suited up, with NIGEL assisting. They haven’t started the autopsy yet. WOODY is waiting nearby, dressed for work (badge and gun and hot jeans) with his notebook open.

WOODY
The wife is flying in from Montreal. I hear there’s also a bunch of heart-broken puck bunnies around Boston. (closes notebook) Walcott’s thinking about charging Girouard with manslaughter. (scoffs) LeRoy knew the risk, he signed the waiver.

JORDAN shakes her head.


JORDAN
(quiet, confused)
The thing is, he shouldn’t have died. Girouard hit him, but not that hard.


NIGEL
(looks down in pity)
Ah, the modern day gladiator. The pugilist, performing his brutal sport for the raving masses, voyeurs all, hungry for a show of human pain and suffering, a true picture of how far our society has fallen…


JORDAN
(interrupting)
Nigel – did you get anything from tox?

NIGEL looks a bit put out that his wonderful oration has been cut short.


NIGEL
Nothing out of the ordinary yet, but we’re running more tests. Professional athletes sometimes like to push the boundaries with a little chemical enhancement.


WOODY
So, could ‘chemical enhancement’ cause him to – die more easily from a high stick?


JORDAN
It’s possible he did something to his bone structure, or maybe the muscles. We’ll know more when we’re done tox.

She takes an appreciative look at the professional athlete’s physique.


JORDAN (cont’d)
On second thought, the muscle tone looks just fine to me.

WOODY stands up and joins her, trying not to look insulted.


WOODY
Well, if you like over-grown, muscle-bound goons. They’re worse than ‘pretty boys’.


JORDAN
Don’t worry Woods, I prefer the living.

She pats his cheek playfully and moves to LEROY’S head.


WOODY
Glad you’ve got such high standards. Let me know when you get COD for ‘muscle tone boy’!

He turns and leaves in a little huff.


NIGEL
Um, I’m not sure, but aren’t loving couples supposed to be more (beat) loving?

JORDAN gives NIGEL a look which says mind his own business, while she examines the head.


NIGEL (cont’d)
(smiles, unapologetic)
Sorry, Luv, I can’t sit on the sidelines. I worry about you two.


JORDAN
You don’t need to. I’m wearing his ring. We made it, OK?

There is a beat as she investigates his head.


JORDAN (cont’d)
This skull is shattered back here….


NIGEL
(peeking over her shoulder)
I thought you said the high stick wasn’t severe? It looks like this bloke was hit with a sledge hammer.


JORDAN
Well, preliminary cause of death is definitely blunt force trauma. His skull… exploded under his helmet.

She gives an annoyed glance down the hall after WOODY.


JORDAN (cont’d)
I’ll go tell Woody.


NIGEL
I’ll tell him. (winks) After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder.


JORDAN
No, I’ll go. I’ll have to suck up to him a bit – he’s sensitive about ‘muscle tone’ issues.


NIGEL
(fake sniff)
My little rebel is all grown up!


JORDAN
(dry smile)
Yeah. I’ll be back in a minute.

 

FADE TO BLACK.



5.INT. HALL OUTSIDE BRUINS’ LOCKER ROOM – LATE MORNING

WOODY and JORDAN are ‘discussing’ whether JORDAN should go in with WOODY.

WOODY
(pinching bridge of nose)
Jordan, do you try to make my life difficult? I mean, in the morning before you get up, do you go over a list of ways to ‘get’ Woody?


JORDAN
It isn’t game day, so there’s nobody here. Besides, I’m a doctor, remember? There’s nothing in there I haven’t seen a thousand times before.


WOODY
Jordan. I’m glad you’re comfortable with the human body, really I am…

WOODY sighs and takes her hands.


WOODY (cont’d)
… but the thought of my future wife seeing professional athletes undressed, live professional athletes, well, I want you to myself. (steps closer) Do you see?


JORDAN
(closes eyes briefly, sighs)
OK, OK. I’m – I still don’t think - (beat) what if I let you check first. Would that be good enough?


WOODY
Thank you, Jordan. That would be good.

He wraps his arms around her and kisses her.


WOODY (cont’d)
You know, I think we just compromised. Without a huge fight.


JORDAN
Just don’t tell anyone. I got a reputation to maintain.

Cut to them in the locker room together. DR. TIM is there.


JORDAN
Hey, Tim. How you holding up?


DR. TIM
(looks tired)
Sports Medicine doesn’t usually involve pronouncing death.


JORDAN
Huh! My job doesn’t involve anything but death. We ended up at opposite ends of the profession, didn’t we?


WOODY
(clears throat, interrupting)
Um, Dr. Tim, Is it?


DR. TIM
Oh, yeah, you’re Jordan’s friend – didn’t you say homicide? (sly smile) Geez Jordan, I knew you were a loose cannon, but homicide?


WOODY
You don’t know the half of it.

WOODY glances at TIM, small blush.


WOODY (cont’d)
We’re engaged.


DR. TIM
No way!

He turns to JORDAN with an amused expression.


DR. TIM (cont’d)
You? You’re getting married? (beat) I never figured you for the nuptial type.


JORDAN
I’ve grown. I even do yoga now.


DR. TIM
Yoga? Good Lord, the pigs are flying all over the place!


WOODY
I, uh, hate to interrupt this little reunion, but we’re trying to find out why a healthy hockey player dropped dead in the middle of a game.


DR. TIM
(makes the connection)
You… think it was homicide?


JORDAN
The damage was too severe. The back half of his skull shattered. We were wondering if he was using, or if someone put something in the Gatorade.


TIM
He got nothing from me. (shakes his head) Of course, these kids are under a lot of pressure... We do testing, but there are ways around it.


WOODY
Did he have any enemies?


DR. TIM
(eyebrows raised.)
You’re kidding right? He was a goon. Goons have one purpose in life, to protect the star centre.


JORDAN
You’re right, millions of people wanted his blood.


DR. TIM
Were any of them serious?

He shrugs and looks to WOODY.


DR. TIM (cont’d)
I guess that’s what keeps you in business, isn’t it Detective?


WOODY
Good point. So tell me, which one is his locker?

TIM points.


WOODY
Thanks.

WOODY walks over, starts going through the things.


WOODY (cont’d)
Uh, do you know anything about his personal life? Did he have a roommate? Girlfriends?


TIM
He had girls. I don’t think you’d call any of them a girlfriend, though.

JORDAN and WOODY glance at each other.


DR. TIM (cont’d)
He has a wife back in Montreal. When he’s in Boston, he lives in an apartment with an old buddy from his junior days.


WOODY
Got that address?


DR.TIM
Business office is upstairs. They can help you with that kind of information.

WOODY turns from the locker and gives TIM a card.


WOODY
Thanks, Doc. If you think of anything that might help, call me.


DR.TIM
Sure, anytime. Look, I gotta go. Will you be OK here on your own?


JORDAN
Thanks Tim, yeah, we’re fine.

She smiles and kisses his cheek before he leaves. WOODY’S eyebrow raises but he says nothing about it. WOODY looks around, rummaging in LEROY’S locker.


WOODY
OK, what are we looking for?

He turns back to the room. Two well-built, young hockey players come in, obviously from the shower, PLAYER 1 with towel around his waist; PLAYER 2’S towel over his shoulder.


JORDAN
Hey, guys.

She glance sideways at WOODY, who turns around, his eyes bugging out.


WOODY
Hey! do you mind?

He tries to cover JORDAN’S eyes with his hands and notebook.


PLAYER 1
(smirks at WOODY)
Sorry, but we don’t get many women in here.


PLAYER 2
Especially hot ones like your friend.

He pulls towel from shoulder and wraps around himself, but none too quickly. JORDAN turns her back.


JORDAN
(amused)
Don’t worry, I won’t peek.


WOODY
(to JORDAN)
I told you this was a bad idea!


JORDAN
(laughs)
I’ll wait for you outside.

She waves over shoulder without turning around.


JORDAN (cont’d)
Nice ‘seeing’ you!


WOODY
Jordan!


There is a close up of JORDAN, still smiling, walking out. You can see the two players over her shoulder laughing. WOODY is pinching the bridge of his nose again.

FADE TO BLACK



6. EXT. TD BANKNORTH GARDENS – EARLY AFTERNOON

CUT TO:

7. INT. TD BANKNORTH GARDEN EXECUTIVE OFFICE - CONTINUING

TWO SUITS are seated, one behind the desk, one at the side. WOODY and JORDAN are in the other two chairs.

WOODY
(settling into his chair)
Thank you, gentlemen. We won’t take too much of your time, we just have a few questions.


SUIT 1
(seated to one side)
If our cooperation can in any way facilitate your investigation, Detective, by all means, we are at your disposal.

WOODY and JORDAN share a cynical look: clearly a bureaucrat on auto-pilot.


JORDAN
(impatient)
We’re still determining cause of death. We need to know if he was taking drugs…


SUIT 1
Here at the Bruins organization, we have a strict regimen of drug testing. We absolutely believe that the use of performance enhancing drugs is a detriment to-

WOODY gets impatient and interrupts, writing in his notebook:


WOODY
‘The organization denies knowledge of drug use.’ Fine. How about enemies.

SUIT 2 sits behind the desk. He has a wry, patronizing laugh.


SUIT 2
If I were to start writing a list, it’d take all day.

He leans forward on his elbows.


SUIT 2 (cont’d)
LeRoy was a big, strong man, but his hockey skills… You may have heard the term, ‘enforcer.’


JORDAN
(impatient)
Yeah, ‘goon’. When his line’s on, the other team gets hurt and your boys score. This was only LeRoy’s second season with you, but he makes Todd Bertuzzi look like the tooth fairy.

WOODY is pleased to let her mouth off this time. THE SUITS are surprised. They had wanted to be in control of this interview.


JORDAN (cont’d)
Let’s cut the crap! Besides everyone he hurt on the ice, did anyone hate him? Was he a jackass off the ice? Did he piss people off?


SUIT 1
(takes breath)
Well… since you seem aware of the finer points of the… physicality of our game… I’d have to say that he had a certain… flair for angering people…


SUIT 2
(clearly the “man”)
The lady said cut the crap.

His face changes as he regards JORDAN.

SUIT 2 (cont’d)
If any of what I’m about to say gets out, I’ll deny it.

He sighs and there is a beat as he leans back.


SUIT 2 (cont’d)
He was a nice guy. We didn’t want anyone to know that, ‘cause his reputation as a thug was putting butts in the seats.


WOODY
So… he was going to make you money.


SUIT 2
So… we wouldn’t want him dead. Or hurt.


He grabs a notepad and pen and writes four names on it before he gives it to WOODY.

SUIT 2 (cont'd)
Here are some names for ya. He never hurt anybody; the guys he took down were only in the hospital for ‘observation’. It’s the guys that got passed over when we called him up – they’re the angry ones.


JORDAN
(to SUIT 2 only)
Do you know anything about his home life?


SUIT 2
Yeah, damn shame. His wife’s expecting.

WOODY and JORDAN share a look.


WOODY
Do you have a… a gut feeling?

He likes this guy’s straightforward manner. SUIT 2 pauses and looks out the window and then back at WOODY.


SUIT 2
You’ll find the top of that list is a young player from the triple A team, LeRoy’s roommate. The kid just didn’t make it, but him and LeRoy were drinkin’ buddies. Played together in juniors. When LeRoy got called up, this kid goes on a bender. He emailed me – let’s just say he’s a sore loser.


WOODY
Do you still have that email?


SUIT 2
Yep. I make it a habit to keep death threats.

He turns to his computer, hits a bunch of buttons, then prints a page. He hands the paper to WOODY.


JORDAN
Thanks for your help…


SUIT 2
Nah, don’t thank me. (sad smile) We’re getting a ton of publicity from this, the pencil necks are all havin’ a party. (looks at SUIT 1) Seems the longer it takes, the better for the bottom line.

He leans forward again, regretfully shaking his head, makes eye contact with WOODY.


SUIT 2 (cont’d)
Detective, find out what happened to him. If we can help, call me.

He gives them a card. WOODY stands and they shake hands.


WOODY
Thank you, sir. I’ll call when we know anything.




8. INT. MORGUE BREAK ROOM - AFTERNOON

MADDY is on a booster seat, chomping on Cheerios from a snack box. LILY’S at the table as well as BUG who’s holding a daytimer. NIGEL is watching MADDY, trying to teach her to throw the Cheerios, when BUG’S not looking. JORDAN walks in, followed closely by WOODY.

NIGEL
(looks up)
Hey. Did you see anything at the Gardens?


JORDAN
(smirks at WOODY)
Yeah, you could say that.


WOODY
(blushes, rolls eyes).
You’re killing me, Jordan.

BUG AND LILY exchange questioning glance, shrug.


JORDAN
No, there wasn’t much out of the ordinary, but this email may be useful.

She hands it to NIGEL; and pours coffee for herself and one for WOODY; looking apologetic, she offers it to him looking apologetic. WOODY reluctantly accepts the peace offering. They listen while NIGEL reads the email aloud.


NIGEL
You… (glances at MADDY) ‘expletive deleted’… idiots missed out. You ass… arse-holes don’t know good hockey from your (looks around) er… bottom. You … you suck. What the H – E – double hockey-sticks are you thinking? I skate faster than that jack… you know, I got a better average, I could kill you da… darned fools, you know that? I will… ‘expletive once again deleted … kill you!


LILY
Whoa, that’s a guy with a truckload of motive!

BUG shakes his head as he gazes at MADDY’S innocent face.


BUG
And a truckload of foul language.


WOODY
I don’t know… it just doesn’t feel right.


JORDAN
Feelings aren’t helping. (sips her coffee) Let’s look at the body again. Here’re four names to search.

She hands NIGEL the list, beckons to WOODY and bustles out. The men look at each other, not sure they’re comfortable being summoned, decide there are worse fates in the world than to be ordered about by JORDAN CAVANAUGH, and follow her.


MADDY
Maaaaaamamamama!


LILY
(trying to settle MADDY)
Not again!


BUG
Maybe she’s getting sick.


LILY
No, she’s not teething, there’s no fever… the doctor said everything’s fine.

She looks worried as she tries to hug the squirming toddler.


LILY (cont’d)
Are you sure we’re not over-doing it? She’s still so small.

BUG puts hand on LILY’S shoulder.


BUG
Don’t worry, Lily. We’ve done our research. We’re well organized, she has appropriate periods of rest, quality time with us, even time to bond with Jeffrey – it’s perfect!

LILY is still struggling with MADDY.


LILY
I’m just tired all the time, and she’s getting so fussy-


BUG
(interrupts)
It’s a transitional stage. We prepared for this, remember? We need to respond with a healthy, well organized routine, just like we’re doing!


LILY
(dubious smile)
Yeah, maybe that’s it.

BUG takes MADDY, but she isn’t settled. LILY is looking skeptical and tired.


LILY
Wow, that’s the first time you haven’t been able to calm her down!


LILY and BUG look at each other.

FADE TO BLACK AND WE STILL HEAR FUSSY TODDLER NOISES.

END OF ACT ONE


ACT TWO



9. INT. NIGEL’S OFFICE - AFTERNOON

WOODY, JORDAN and NIGEL are sitting around NIGEL’S computer. NIGEL is tapping away, performing his usual magic.

JORDAN
OK, credit cards, bank records…


NIGEL
At first blush… nothing unusual. No large withdrawals, no huge cheques, no big charges.


JORDAN
Nothing that looks like a drug purchase.


NIGEL
(shakes head)
If he was using drugs, it was the bargain basement variety.


WOODY
Or he was getting it some other way. Maybe a trainer…


NIGEL
Hard to say at this point. When tox comes back we can look into it. What about the list from the business officer… (looks at paper) Right, four possibles. The lad’s roommate – Smyth, is it? (a few taps). Right. He works at the TD Banknorth Garden. Icemaker. (beat) Can you imagine selling the naming rights of a building? (smiling) I mean, what if we did that here? Starbucks Morgue… Morgue-Mart… Oh, I know – the Target Building!

He looks at JORDAN, then WOODY, sees their flat expressions.


NIGEL (cont’d)
Uh, sorry… just a little morgue humour there…

He clears his throat.


JORDAN
(rolls her eyes)
So, Smyth gets to drive the Zamboni?


NIGEL
Yeah, apparently. He’s got a clean criminal record… nothing out of the ordinary. Of course as roommate he has the most access. Who are the other possibles… (looks at list). Wife? What motive would the wife have?


WOODY
Mr. LeRoy seemed to enjoy a little extra-curricular bonding with the local female population. Didn’t have one particular girlfriend, but he was a busy man.


JORDAN
Typical.


NIGEL
Takes two, Luv!


JORDAN
Yeah, those women don’t know yet that their personal pleasure is bought at a price. Nothing is free. Believe me.


NIGEL
Oh, this sounds like a good bed-time story, do tell!

JORDAN shoots him the look of death.


WOODY
Moving right along, would it be possible for the wife to be involved if she lives so far away?


NIGEL
(beat)
One can purchase anything for the right price, including instant widowhood. She probably wasn’t directly involved with him on the road. It would seem the Mrs. stays home. Look at these expenses, all Montreal…

There is a pause while he taps a few seconds.


WOODY
I’ll look into it. (makes notes) What about these other two?


JORDAN
They’re both minor-league hockey players, don’t even live in Boston anymore. If anyone had motive to get him out of the way, I’d say we need to look at the roommate and the wife. We also have to rule out self-medication.


WOODY
I don’t think this one’s gonna turn out to be self-inflicted.


JORDAN
Yeah, your gut feeling.


WOODY
Hey, my gut’s usually right!


NIGEL
My gut’s quite famished. Shall we? We can’t do much else ‘til tox comes back anyway.


WOODY
Dibs on the peanut butter!

 

FADE BLACK.

The Hockey Song - Stompin' Tom Connors

10. INT. CONFERENCE ROOM – LATE AFTERNOON

JORDAN and WOODY are seated across the table from the BRUINS TEAM SCOUT. He’s wearing a colourful shirt and loud tie. You know the type…

WOODY
Thank you for coming in, Mr. Sherry. We just have a few questions…


SCOUT
Hey, no problem. I’d do anything for these boys. Tough as nails, I tell ya. No pansy-asses on my team, no sir!


JORDAN
You first scouted LeRoy. What drew you to him?


SCOUT
The kid had the fire. I tell ya, six foot, 300 pound defensemen would bounce right off LeRoy. Ya know, hockey is a tough game, a man’s game. This kid was a man’s man, a real tough guy. Steel in his veins!


WOODY
Do you think he had anything else in his veins?


SCOUT
(voice raised)
Are you suggesting that one of my boys broke the rules? ‘Cause if you are, you’re probably right!

He gives a self-centred chuckle).


WOODY
So, LeRoy used performance-enhancing drugs?


SCOUT
Let me tell ya, son, we don’t ask, they don’t tell. Perfectly good system. We get the best outa the boys, they get to go to the big show. This would be your win-win situation.


JORDAN
Charles LeRoy is dead. Who won?


SCOUT
(unsettled)
Well, ma’am, I wasn’t… you didn’t…

He blinks and then he’s back to his posturing self.


SCOUT (cont’d)
That is a tragedy, a heart breaking tragedy. But I’m tellin’ ya, these kids know what they signed on for.


WOODY
Did you see any rivals, or enemies when you scouted him last year?


SCOUT
We needed a rough kid, and we got what we paid for. The bleeding hearts out there think that we should all stick flowers in our helmets and tiptoe around. No way! Fighting is what hockey is all about! (taps table) But my boys are professional – fierce rivals on the ice, share a beer after the game. That’s what’s so great about hockey! Every red-blooded kid in Canada wants to be Wayne Gretzky.


WOODY
Canada?


SHERRY
Can’t help it, born in Edmonton. So I was saying, when a kid comes along with more spunk… will the other kids get jealous? Hell yeah! That’s your normal, everyday survival of the fittest!

JORDAN can’t believe she’s losing interest in a conversation about hockey.


JORDAN
Mr. Sherry, we’re both big fans, so we don’t really give a rat’s ass about bloody ice.


SCOUT
Now, listen little lady-


JORDAN
Just answer the question – can you think of anyone who’d want LeRoy out of the way?


SCOUT
Well, now it’s hard to exactly…


JORDAN
Look, if you don’t know, just say so and quit wasting our time.

The SCOUT is now admiring JORDAN and he looks at WOODY.


SCOUT
Son, you got a little hell cat there, you know that? That’s what I’m talking about – fire in the veins! (to JORDAN) Yes, little lady, there was one guy. Tried to show off when I was scouting LeRoy, but he didn’t have the fire. Can’t remember the kid’s name, but I think LeRoy was rooming with him here in Boston.


WOODY
(relieved)
Thank you, Mr. Sherry. You’ve been… uh… helpful.

JORDAN rolls her eyes exaggeratedly and stomps out.


SCOUT
Yep, I’m tellin’ ya, one hell cat.


WOODY
You have no idea…


Organ music for the ‘Charge’ call at hockey games.



11. INT. MAIN FLOOR MORGUE LOBBY - MORNING

BUG is standing with a stroller outside the elevator doors, waiting. MADDY is in his arms, struggling to get down. BUG is trying to keep her still.

BUG
Maddy, honey, there are too many people here, you can’t get down-


MADDY
NNNNnnnnnno!


BUG
(rolls his eyes)
I’m so glad your father taught you that word.

MADDY grabs a cell phone from BUG’S shirt pocket and dumps it on the floor. It shatters.


MADDY
Oh, No! A mess!


BUG
Madeline! What were you thinking? That is my…

He crouches down, seating MADDY on the floor. She picks up a piece of the phone, tries to put it in her mouth. BUG takes it away.


BUG (cont’d)
...was my phone.

Elevator doors open as BUG starts to speak. LILY steps out, looks down at BUG. She laughs and covers her mouth.


LILY
Bug, she wasn’t thinking – she’s only one!

BUG glares at LILY.


LILY (cont’d)
She has this new game – she drops her toys a million times and someone picks them up for her… I guess she doesn’t know the difference…

She stifles her smile.


BUG
(stern, frustrated)
Oh, no, this was deliberate.

He looks to the child, sitting on the floor with two innocent fingers stuck in her mouth.


BUG (cont’d)
The proper response…

He is gathering the pieces of phone.


BUG (cont’d)
...is to ignore the negative behaviour and give plenty of attention for positive behaviour. I read several papers on the topic.


LILY
(loud sigh)
She’s just been too busy lately.

LILY is also getting frustrated..


BUG
(looks up patronizingly)
That’s not it at all! I told you, she’s in a classic transition phase and we need to respond with regular, planned stimuli that help her create order…


LILY
(angry)
You just said she dropped your phone on purpose - you call that ‘order’?


BUG
No, I call that ‘transition from infant to toddler phase’. She is creating paradigms, or schema, if you will…


LILY
(shrieks)
Shut up! Just… shut up!

BUG slowly stands and looks at LILY in shock.


LILY (cont’d)
Do you hear yourself? This is a child, Bug! She’s not one of your insects.

She stoops to pick up MADDY.


LILY (cont’d)
Look, Maddy and I are skipping… whatever the hell you have planned this afternoon and we’re going to the park. To play! No developmental milestones, or paradigms – just a few other kids and a couple of swings. And she’ll probably eat dirt!


MADDY
Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up…

LILY’S eyes close and her shoulders droop in defeat. BUG is definitely deflated now, but he’s also on auto-pilot.


BUG
Don’t worry, that’s just echololalia, it’s a form of mimicry that occurs in early speech learning stages…


LILY
You are impossible!


She grabs the stroller, puts MADDY into it and leaves very quickly.

Bottom of the  Barrel of Monkeys

END OF ACT TWO

 

ACT THREE

 


12. INT. JORDAN’S OFFICE - MORNING

JORDAN is standing beside her desk, leaning forward a bit and staring at the computer screen in her office. WOODY sneaks in and grabs her from behind She jumps up, flips him around and has his back on her desk with her hand on his throat.

WOODY
(a little scared)
Uh, Hi?


JORDAN
(releases him)
Jeez, Woody! Don’t do that!


WOODY
Yeah, ‘hell cat’. I don’t think I’d want to meet you in a dark alley – oh, wait, I have met you in a dark alley…


JORDAN
Where you got beat up by a girl if I remember.

She helps him to his feet.


WOODY
You know, Jordan, sometimes you’re very hard on a man’s ego.


JORDAN
(nods, steps toward WOODY)
I can be, you know, hard, on other things too…


WOODY
(reluctant step back)
As tempting as that sounds… (sigh) we’ve got work. Hold that thought, OK?

He kisses her forehead and releases her; she smiles.


WOODY (cont’d)
Did that tox screen come back?


JORDAN
I don’t know. (dejected look) Well, if there’s no action in here we may as well…

NIGEL pops his head in her door, he’s holding a file.


NIGEL
Jordan, Luv, I’ve never seen a tox screen this wonky before. I can just hear the controversy now. Big public health headache, if you ask me.


WOODY
Nige, what are you talking about?


NIGEL
Fluoride, my boy! Those pearly whites, all our dentists and mummies and daddies tell us to use fluoride toothpaste, drink fluoridated water… and so few of our mummies know that Fluoride is actually an excellent rat poison.


JORDAN
Yeah, water is a poison in large enough doses. It’s all about the dose. And… remind me, why are we talking about fluoride?


NIGEL
Because, Luv, our young pugilist was pickled in it. Or at least his bones were. It indicates a significant dosage administered over time. Studies have proven the weakening effect large doses of fluoride has on our bones, particularly the spine. LeRoy’s bones just couldn’t handle that blow in his weakened state.


JORDAN
So we can rule out self-medication, I think…


NIGEL
Unless there’s some weird use for fluoride we aren’t aware of, I’d say this was a homicide.


WOODY
See? Listen to your gut!

JORDAN rolls her eyes.


JORDAN
(to NIGEL)
Wouldn’t he be having symptoms? I mean, fluoride can kill you in one dose if it’s big enough.


NIGEL
I think so, the lad must have been in some discomfort. Something akin to arthritis, I should think.


WOODY
Wouldn’t a team doctor know about something like that?


JORDAN
You’d think so…




13. INT. BRUINS’ DRESSING ROOM.. .AFTERNOON

The Dressing Room is empty until JORDAN comes storming through the door. Resigned, but a bit put-out, WOODY follows her.

JORDAN
Tim? Tim! You here…


DR. TIM
Yeah…

He comes from a door beside the lockers.


DR. TIM (cont’d)
Hey, Jordan. What can I…?


JORDAN
Talk to me about the fluoride, Tim.


DR. TIM
The… what?

WOODY sighs and touches JORDAN’S back. She doesn’t look happy about it but she lets him speak.


WOODY
Doctor, what my partner here is saying is we found a lethal dose of fluoride in LeRoy’s system. As his team physician we were hoping you’d be able to help us out with this.


DR. TIM
Hey, don’t look at me! I don’t even let my kids use fluoridated water. I’m in the anti-flouride camp…


JORDAN
Which means you know how dangerous it is.


DR. TIM
Jordan! How could you… it’s been a while, but I haven’t changed that much. Besides, why would I kill one of the guys? I get paid no matter how many of them are in the dressing room.


WOODY
But don’t you get paid overtime if one of the guys requires extra work – say, like chronic arthritis?


DR. TIM
Arthritis? What… Oh, the fluoride.

He has his hands on his hips and stares right at JORDAN’S face.


DR. TIM (cont’d)
You and I both took the Hippocratic oath. You know what it’s about. It still means the same to me as it did when we started out.

Now he looks square at WOODY.


DR. TIM (cont’d)
Now if you’ll excuse me, unless you’re going to arrest me I have the business of healing to attend to.


WOODY and JORDAN share a glance.

FADE TO BLACK.

Me Like Hockey - The Arrogant Worms

14. INT. INTERROGATION ROOM ONE - AFTERNOON

WOODY is facing a strong young man with a recently healed scar on the side of his forehead. They’re seated at the same side of the table.

WOODY
Thank you for coming in, Mr. Smyth. We just have a few questions.


SMYTH
I don’t know nothing ‘bout Charlie’s accident. I wasn’t even in the Gardens that night.


WOODY
We find that often people close to an… uh… incident like this know more than they’re aware of.


SMYTH
What do you want to know? We were friends. He paid rent on time, he never stole my girlfriend. (his face hardens) Bastard got picked up by the Bruins, couldn’t play hockey worth a damn. All they wanted was his fists. (shakes head) I don’t know why he even bothered wearing gloves; he dropped ‘em so damn much.


WOODY
Very interesting. So when the ‘bastard’ got picked up and you didn’t – you were mad, right?


SMYTH
Damn straight. Since we was kids – I been the good one, he’s been the fighter. We figured we’d end up in the NHL together, ya know, he’d be my own personal goon! Then he gets in, and I get cut… It just wasn’t right.


WOODY
How angry were you, Ryan? Were you just ticked off, or were you mad enough to get drunk…


SMYTH
Yeah! I was pissed off! So, I bought a two-four of Labatts and got drunk.


WOODY
… a two-four?


SMYTH
Twenty four. What, don’t you damned Americans drink beer? I mean that American sh-


WOODY
Uh, yeah, we drink beer, Ryan. Just not by the dozen. Do you even remember what happened that night? Do you remember writing a threatening email to the Bruins organization?

SMYTH chuckles, proud of his drinking prowess.


SMYTH
Hell yeah, I remember. Well, I forgot that night but the next morning – or the day after or something like that – I saw it. I shoulda took English at school when Mom told me to – I’m good at… explaining myself.


WOODY
(tired of his attitude)
Yeah, you’re a real Shakespeare.

He stands up, puts hands on table beside Smyth and leans in.


WOODY (cont’d)
Let me explain myself now, Ryan. I think you got pissed off at your buddy. You got angry, and you got drunk, and you started to think of ways to get even. (leans closer) You were so pissed off that you started to poison your roommate! You watched him in pain, you felt good, didn’t you, Ry?


SMYTH
What the hell are you talkin’ about, Dude? I’d ‘a drifted him one across his candy-ass jaw if I wanted to hurt him.


WOODY
No, I don’t think so. I think you’re smarter than you let on. I think you planned on making him hurt, making him slow down, and if you were lucky, making him dead!


SMYTH
You’re frickin’ crazy! I ain’t been in Boston for two months, man, I been in Europe tryin’ to get a spot on their teams. I only got back two days ago. Check the airline, call the agents in Sweden – I’ll give you the name.


WOODY
You do that, Ryan.

He takes a business card from SMYTH.


WOODY (cont’d)
Sit tight, I’m sure it’ll take a few minutes to reach Sweden.


He leaves SMYTH looking a little less sure of himself.



15. INT. LEROY’S APARTMENT. – LATE AFTERNOON

WOODY and NIGEL are searching the kitchen.

WOODY
So I checked it out.

There is a pause while he stretches to a high shelf.


WOODY (cont’d)
Turns out he’s telling the truth.


NIGEL
Doesn’t mean he’s innocent. There are many ways to poison your house-mate, and you don’t necessarily need to be in the house.


WOODY
Jeez, the wife could have done this, anybody!


NIGEL
Think about it, Woodrow. If somebody who doesn’t live here wants to poison you, they have to get it into something while they’re visiting. If it’s a roommate, they have abundant opportunities – dump the stuff in the cornflakes!


WOODY
The wife sent him cookies and… whatever this is. (holds jar of Nutella) We’re going to have to test all of this crap, aren’t we?

NIGEL’S shoulders droop in anticipation of the mind-numbing work.


NIGEL
What do you mean, ‘we’?


Close up on the cookies in cellophane wrap.

FADE TO BLACK.


16. INT. TRACE - MORNING

JORDAN and WOODY are side by side.. They’re looking at the clear note board, names and lines everywhere.

JORDAN
Who would gain from this man’s death? I mean, the roommate had motive, but he wasn’t in town. Tim had access and the knowledge, but he doesn’t have motive. The wife wasn’t around enough.


WOODY
Nigel’s checking all the food in the place. The wife sent cookies, there was cereal… (beat) the field is still wide open. How about the fluoride… who’d have access to that much – dentists? Dental assistants?


JORDAN
Nah, they have bottles of the stuff, but it’s flavoured gel - diluted. I get the feeling our killer used a more pure form.


WOODY
You know where feelings come from, right?

JORDAN raises her eyebrows; shoots him a look.


WOODY (cont’d)
Your gut! Which you should always listen to! Let’s think this through, now that you’re in tune with your intuition…

He stands up and faces JORDAN.


WOODY (cont’d)
I’ll be LeRoy.


JORDAN
(whacks his shoulder)
OK, I’m the murderer. You’re a tough new hockey player, you’ve got potential. You’re bringing in buckets of money for your organization.


WOODY
I don’t need steroids or anything – I’m a fighter. I’m already huge.


JORDAN
OK, if I’m Smyth, I can’t figure out why I’d kill you slowly with poison. I’d grab a gun or a club or something…


WOODY
What if I really rub it in when I get picked…

We cut to LEROY, black and white shot, laughing at his roommate, patting him on the head. We cut back to WOODY and JORDAN, nose to nose, as she violently pushes the hand off her head.


JORDAN
Don’t ever try that again, even if we’re doing a re-enactment.

WOODY smiles. Sounds like a challenge for later.


JORDAN (cont’d)
Nah, he’s not patient enough to wait for poison. Besides, it’s usually women who use poison, not men.


WOODY
Let’s look at this the other way. You want to kill me. You’re insane with anger, but you’re cool-headed enough to make a long-term plan. Something that makes him suffer. Look at these people

He gestures to the board, with names spread around.


WOODY (cont’d)
What kind of person are you…?

The door swings open. BUG walks in alone, looking through MADDY’S day timer.


BUG
(firmly)
Lily, if you want to get her into the best schools, it starts with the best kindergartens. She needs to have a well-planned school structure, or the other kids her age will be ahead of her… Lily? Lily?

He finally notices that LILY isn’t with him.


BUG (cont’d)
Maddy?

WOODY and JORDAN give him a sad look, and he turns in a peeved way, marches back out.


WOODY
Well.


JORDAN
I never thought I’d see the day when Bug would become a crazy soccer Mom.


WOODY
Have you seen them take that kid to all her stuff?. When we have ours, we are not going to do that to them…


JORDAN
(high alert)
Ours?


WOODY
(confused)
What?


JORDAN
Children? Who said anything about children?


WOODY
What – what are you saying, Jordan… don’t you want children? I thought after Kayla…


JORDAN
That was a teenager, Woody. She could brush her own teeth and feed herself. I mean, a baby just takes your whole life, for so many years. I don’t know...


WOODY
I guess I just always assumed that children would be a part of our future…

There is a moment of silence - not really awkward- JORDAN and WOODY are just looking eye to eye, a little confused.


JORDAN
We need to deal with this one before we get married, don’t we?


WOODY
Yeah…. Look – right now isn’t good, we’ve got this case… so… later.


JORDAN
(contemplative)
Yeah – later.


WOODY
(realization)
Jordan! Who would want to kill a successful athlete?

Tense Times


JORDAN looks at WOODY; she has the aha moment.

FADE TO BLACK

END OF ACT THREE

 


ACT FOUR


17. INT. LILY’S OFFICE – LATE AFTERNOON

Close up shot of cranky MADDY’S face. She’s asleep, but she looks mad and restless. The camera pans back to see LILY asleep beside her on the couch. It pans farther back to see BUG in the doorway, holding the day timer. NIGEL walks up and stands beside BUG.

NIGEL
(lovey dovey smile)
Aren’t they the sweetest thing you’ve seen all day.


BUG
Yeah. I hate to wake them, but it’s time for Mommy and Me.


NIGEL
Why wake them? Look, they’re exhausted! Lil said they spent the day at the park, just the two of them.


BUG
(flipping open the day timer)
We have this organized – she’s had an appropriate period of rest, and now it’s time for her to-


NIGEL
Do you hear yourself? Have you heard yourself at all? We’ve been…


NIGEL turns to the sleeping pair, stops talking and gently closes the door. He steals the day timer and runs with it to Autopsy One, with BUG in hot pursuit.



18. INT. AUTOPSY ONE - CONTINUING

NIGEL
This, my friend, is an intervention – don’t thank me now…

NIGEL throws the daytimer out the window. As it falls, it explodes into hundreds of pages and flutters away.

BUG
(nearly shouting)
What - I - Why did you do that? Do you have any idea how long it’s going to take to get a new one filled…?


NIGEL
That’s rather the idea. (serious) You are driving that little girl insane! She isn’t herself, and poor Lily is dizzy! Do you honestly think that Mommy and Me is going to get that child into Harvard? What you’re going to do is get her into a mental institution before she hits puberty. Pressure – Bug – I know about pressure to perform for your parents. How many years did Dad and I ignore each other? Do you want that? Hey?

BUS is visibly trying to calm himself and be rational


BUG
You don’t understand the research we’ve done…


NIGEL
We? We? Don’t for a minute expect me to believe that Lily helped you research the latest advancements in early childhood education.

NIGEL speedily steps through to BUG’S desk and grabs a pile of thin books.


NIGEL (cont’d)
I mean, look at this! Hooked on Phonics, Baby edition! Your Baby Can Read. Smart Baby Flashcards. (beat, eye contact.) Flash cards for God’s sake! Journal of Medical Entymol- oh, well that one’s yours, but this is insane. She’s got the rest of her life to learn and be brilliant, Bug. Why not just let her cuddle with her Mummy for now?


BUG
But… if we don’t… all the other parents are doing it!

NIGEL puts a hand on BUG’S shoulder.


NIGEL
(patronizing smile)
Now, what have I told you about following the crowd, Buggles? If all the other parents jumped off a bridge, would you?


BUG
Give me a break.

BUG backs up so NIGEL’S hand falls away, but he stays near the desks. He looks through the glass to his sleeping ladies.


NIGEL
You have had that child on a schedule just like the larvae you hatched last month. Newsflash – she’s not an unpleasant squirming maggot, she’s a child! People are more than schedules and plans.


BUG
There is so much research out there, Nigel you have no idea! I thought there was a large body of literature around forensic entymology, but I was wrong! It’s impossible to keep up! And… and decisions at this stage in her development are crucial to her future.

There is a beat as he looks NIGEL in the eyes.


BUG (cont’d)
(terrified)
What if we make a mistake?


NIGEL
Well, in that case you’ll be like all the other parents on the face of the earth. And Maddy will survive, and she’ll grow up and be a beautiful woman you will both be proud of.


BUG
(fear deepens)
But… but Nigel… there will be men like you out there…


NIGEL
(smug)
Of course there will. But if anybody wants to get to our Maddy, they’ve gotta get through me, first.

He cracks his knuckles. They flop down in their desk chairs, side by side.


BUG
When does it get easier? And more importantly, when did I start taking parenting advice from Nigel Townsend?


NIGEL
When you woke up and smelled the coffee, lad.

 

BLACK


19. EXT. SHABBY LOOKING APARTMENT BUILDING – AFTERNOON

CUT T

Accelerating Sports Arena - Captain Audio

20. INT. APARTMENT BUILDING HALLWAY - CONTINUING

WOODY and JORDAN are at a door, knocking.

WOODY
Just because I’m going to let you do the talking doesn’t mean you can go all Jordan on me, got it?


JORDAN
What the hell does that-?

She stops when the door opens. We see a middle aged, tired-looking woman.


EILEEN
Yes?


JORDAN
Jordan Cavanaugh, Medical Examiner. This is Wood-

WOODY interrupts – he can say his own name!


WOODY
Detective Woody Hoyt, ma’am, Boston Police Department. We’re investigating the death of your son’s roommate and-


EILEEN
(heavy French accent)
Well, now, well I don’t know if you will get anything from me. I don’t know that much about Ryan’s friends.


JORDAN
We just have a few questions – it’ll only take a minute.

She flashes a sweet smile. Man, she’s good!


EILEEN
Bien, but only for a minute. I must go to meet my son for the supper.




21. INT. MRS JARDIN’S APARTMENT - CONTINUING

MRS JARDIN stands aside and gestures for them to come in. It is a modest apartment. JORDAN passes a picture of a young woman graduating from nursing school.

JORDAN
Is this you?


EILEEN
Bien, oui, it’s me. It’s a long time since I take that photo.

WOODY gives her a charming smile. He’s good too!


WOODY
You’re a beautiful lady.


EILEEN
Thank you. Come to sit!

They all settle down in the living room. There are plastic covers on the seat cushions.


JORDAN
Mrs. Jardin, you moved to Boston… to follow your son? Is he your only child?


EILEEN
Bien sur, I have only one boy. He’s my life, after my dear Allain die. It’s two year since Ryan comes here to play the hockey. I have friends in Montreal, but Ryan is my boy, from my body, you know?


WOODY
(sly glance at JORDAN)
Of course. So, do you go to his apartment a lot?


EILEEN
But, yes, he needs his Mama to make sure he eats right. He’s a strong boy. If he’s going to play with those big boys he needs to eat right.


JORDAN
So, you bring food for him?


WOODY
Do you cook…?


EILEEN
What Mama doesn’t cook for her baby, unh? He’s my baby, he’s got no… girl, just a room mate who cheats him out of his place avec les Bruins! Of course, I want that he play for Montréal, but Charles, he got called to the Bruins so to the Bruins they go.


JORDAN
They were friends when they were boys?


EILEEN
Oh, yes, best friends! They were unbeatable on the ice. Charles, he make things happen and my Ryan, he get the goals. All the way up, through juniors they go together.


WOODY
Until the Bruins drafted Charlie…


EILEEN
(bitter)
Yes! They take Charles, they leave my Ryan. I say to him the Bruins they’re no good for you, you come home and play for les Canadiens, oui? But my boy he get a job driving Zamboni at the rink.


JORDAN
That’s so unfair!


 

WOODY
(catches JORDAN’S lead)
How could Charles leave your son like that? If Ryan were my boy, I’d do something about it!
EILEEN
Bien, oui! I take care of it. I drive my boy to the rink, stand in the cold, freeze myself for years. His father die in a car accident, driving to the rink. I spend all my money getting my boy to hockey school in Ontario. I get him everything he need – and Charles is the one. (beat) Yes, I take care of it.


JORDAN
Mrs. Jardin, it was fluoride that killed Charles LeRoy. His bones were so brittle that a normal hit in that last game shattered his skull. Would you know anything about that?

There is a quiet pause as EILEEN looks at the floor. Her shoulders droop a bit more.


EILEEN
Venez avec moi.

EILEEN stands and heads to her tiny kitchen. She digs into a big bin under the counter, and brings out a large brown jar with white pills in it, hands it to JORDAN.)


EILEEN (cont’d)
You know anyway, so I give it to you. I put it in the Corn Flake; my Ryan, he hate the Corn Flake. But Charles, him, he have it every morning. I know he will get – how you say – arthrite… his bones they hurt. I thought he just stop to play and remember his old friend Ryan… I don’t want him to be hurt.

WOODY takes the woman’s arm, but his eyes are sad.


WOODY
Mrs. Jardin, you have the right to remain silent…


Close up of EILEEN JARDIN’S face. She’s sad, her eyes are blank. We close in to the black of one pupil, and fade within that blackness to a home video of two little boys playing hockey in a backyard rink. They’re laughing and having fun, when they start to wrestle the invisible woman behind the camera laughs. The two both look up and smile.

FADE TO BLACK.



22. INT. JORDAN’S OFFICE – EARLY EVENING

LILY is asleep on couch and MADDY is asleep in portable playpen on the other side of the room. BUG and JORDAN are standing at the door.

BUG
Thanks so much, Jordan. Maddy shouldn’t give you any trouble.


JORDAN
It’s no trouble, Bug, really! The two of you deserve a night out. Maddy and I – we’ll be – fine.

BUG sits down on couch and gently awakens LILY.


BUG
Lil! It’s time to go!


LILY
(tired yawny voice)
Oh, Bug! Jordan! I guess I fell asleep again. Twice in one day.

JORDAN is still supportive, but a bit reluctant, too.


JORDAN
Go! You two go do… whatever it is parents do. Don’t worry.


LILY
Thank you so much Jordan!


LILY stands up and hugs JORDAN. All three move to the hall where LILY starts to hand JORDAN a diaper bag.



23. INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUING

LILY In here’s a can of formula and a sterile bottle. She’s used to room temperature, so just dump it in the bottle if she gets fussy. The diapers and stuff are already over there beside the playpen, there’s a change of clothes because – you know, you haven’t seen poop until you’ve seen it on the back of a child’s head – she really should sleep-

BUG
(interrupts LILY)
Lily, let’s go. Jordan has an M.D. in Medicine. I think she can figure out a baby for a few hours.


LILY
(smiles)
You’re right!

She hugs JORDAN again and whispers to her:


LILY (cont’d)
Toys in front pocket, teething ring already in the freezer in the break room, make sure she has her pacifier to fall asleep…

BUG gently grabs LILY’S arm and tugs her out.


BUG
Thanks again! See you at midnight or so, alright? (to LILY) Come on. Maddy will be fine!


JORDAN
(waves weakly)
Don’t worry!
Brown Girl in a Ring - The Wiggles

The moment the elevator doors close, MADDY wakes up. She is screaming. JORDAN picks her up, in a great mood. She’s sure she can do this! Cut to JORDAN changing a diaper. MADDY screaming. Cut to JORDAN trying to give a screaming MADDY a bottle. Cut to MADDY throwing a toy across the room. Cut to JORDAN trying to hold MADDY, looking very frustrated. The elevator dings, and JORDAN looks over with a hopeful look – face falls when it’s WOODY. JORDAN’S voice is flat, but loud over the angry child.

Fussy

JORDAN
Oh, it’s you.


WOODY
Glad to see you too. (looks at MADDY) What’s her problem?


JORDAN
I don’t know! I changed her, I fed her, I tried to play with her, I sang to her, I’m holding her, I’m running out of ideas!

She is trying to smile; it doesn’t really work.


WOODY
Let me try!

WOODY takes Maddy - she cries louder. He raises his voice over the din as JORDAN tries to sneak off to the break room.


WOODY (cont’d)
Whoa, where are you going?


JORDAN
(hands over ears)
To tie my own fallopian tubes!

A few more scenes of JORDAN and WOODY trying to calm MADDY. Finally, they’re sitting on the couch with MADDY lying down between them, facing them, half on JORDAN and half on WOODY. She’s quiet. We get a close up of a happy baby face.


WOODY
See! I told you it was just gas.

He tickles MADDY’S tummy.


JORDAN
Woody, gas makes the Camino run. This child had enough methane in her system to blow up the whole building.


WOODY
You have to admit, Jordan, she’s pretty cute when she’s not screaming.


MADDY holds her hands up to Jordan. JORDAN takes MADDY in her arms. Close-up of baby smiling. We see JORDAN holding MADDY, WOODY squashed up close to JORDAN. JORDAN is smiling at the baby, WOODY is smiling at JORDAN.

FADE TO BLACK AT THE SOUND OF A BABY’S LAUGHTER.

 

 

Next time on Crossing Jordan:

"Howard's End"



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