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HALLWAY OUTSIDE SHERRY AUSTEN’S APARTMENT
SHERRY AUSTEN’S APARTMENT
Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
1. EXT. BOSTON SKYLINE - MORNING
Bohemian Rhapsody – Is this real life? Is this reality- plays as the shot
flies over the city.
2. INT. MORGUE HALLWAY - MONDAY MORNING
A child is rolled through the morgue, from the Crypt to Autopsy. Everyone who
passes sadly glances at the draped little body. The body is brought to Autopsy
3. INT. AUTOPSY ONE – CONTINUING
JORDAN is standing, waiting. She takes the clipboard from the gurney and shakes
JORDAN (to herself)
Great way to start the week.
She checks the file in her hand, puts it down and starts to remove the drape
over child’s face.
We see several scenes of JORDAN examining the child. She looks confused as
4. INT. MORGUE HALLWAY – CONTINUING
NIGEL is in the hallway, talking to KATE. His back is to JORDAN, and his hand
is on KATE’S arm in an intimate gesture.
JORDAN sticks head out of the doors and calls NIGEL.
Nige, will you take a look at this kid?
NIGEL looks quickly at JORDAN.
He recovers, pulling his hand back quickly from KATE, as he turns around and walks toward JORDAN.
5. INT. AUTOPSY ONE - CONTINUING
They walk into Autopsy and stand on either side of the body, JASON. His Y incision
is still open.
I just completed the autopsy on this guy. I can’t find anything wrong.
NIGEL (sad, but quirky)
You mean aside from being dead?
JORDAN gives a flat look, full of non-amusement.
I’m going to go over everything again, and I need you to be another set of eyes.
My eyes are ever at your disposal. (still sad looking) Poor little bloke. Should be throwing rocks at pretty girls and here he is in the morgue.
Throwing rocks. At pretty girls. Well, there’s a fetish I haven’t heard of before.
She walks over to JASON.
Of course not, you’ve never been an eight year old lad, now, have you?
JORDAN casts NIGEL a gimme a break look.
No, course you haven’t… (louder) We… we all go through it. And it isn’t a fetish! It’s the last vestiges of a very healthy fear and lack of understanding of the female animal.
This time JORDAN gives NIGEL a you want I should shoot you here? look.
Animal? You do realize who you’re talking to, right?
Clearly the ‘lack of understanding’ is getting the best of him, but he forges ahead.
No, really! Mind you, it wouldn’t have been long before our boy here discovered there are much more interesting things to do than throw rocks…
He moves to a safer topic with a subtle throat-clearing.
Is this his tox report?
He picks up a folder from a counter.
She watches NIGEL open the folder.
Snips and snails and puppy dog tails. And nothing else. Curiouser and curiouser.
There is no reason for this child to be dead.
NIGEL and JORDAN look at each other in confusion.
FADE TO BLACK
6. EXT. PRECINCT BUILDING – MONDAY MORNING
7. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE - CONTINUING
There’s a tired-looking woman sitting at WOODY’S desk, leaning
forward, with a desperate look on her face.
Detective, please help – there’s no way my father could have killed my mother.
Look, I understand how hard it is, really, I do. Do you have any new evidence?
No. I just lived in that house for fourteen years. Kids are perceptive.
I know what traumatized teenagers go thr-
Back then, I’d already figured out the only reason they fought was so they could make up again. That’s love, Detective.
There is a long pause as she gathers her emotions; this is difficult to discuss.
I mean, there wasn’t any insurance, no affair… The detective was wrong!
Who was the detective?
The WOMAN is bitter, but she’s tired after years of fighting this.
WOODY (does a double take)
As in, Captain Charles B. Roth? My boss?
The WOMAN looks hopeless; she just nods.
So, you expect me to re-open a case my boss closed eight years ago. With no new evidence.
She is sad, as she stands, ready to leave.
I’m not even mad about it anymore. Mistakes happen. I just wish there was someone…
She turns to leave.
WOODY is quiet as he looks at his latest “damsel in distress.”
What was your father’s name again?
END OF TEASER
Crossing Jordan Theme
8. INT. MORGUE CONFERENCE ROOM - MID-AFTERNOON
LILY, JORDAN, and JASON’S mother, SHERRY AUSTEN, are seated.
What do you mean? (frantic, angry) How can you sit there… (beat) …and say, there’s nothing wrong? He’s…
She can’t say it yet and dissolves into a flood of tears.
LILY extends hand out to hold SHERRY’S.
No, that’s not what we mean. We just don’t know what was wrong, yet. I know how hard this is, if something happened to my daughter….
SHERRY still has tears flowing down her cheeks.
Your daughter is still alive.
LILY pauses with a sad, empathetic smile.
You – you’re right.
She squeezes SHERRY’S hand.
Mrs. Austen, I need to ask you some questions.
SHERRY nods tearfully.
Has Jason been sick lately?
No… not lately.
Are you sure? Any little thing, an ear infection, a cold…
Of course I’m sure. I’m his mother.
I know this isn’t easy, but sometimes small things…
I know my own son, Doctor!
Of course, I’m sorry I have to do this, but we all need to find out what happened.
SHERRY nods, her eyes closed for a moment.
No, he’s really been doing well. He’s never been as healthy as he is – I mean, as he was… lately.
So, he’s had health issues before?
We’ve been in the hospital more times than I can count. (frustrated, hurting) And the doctors always said the same thing – they didn’t know – but when the symptoms stopped-
SHERRY (ignores JORDAN)
-they sent him home. Every damn time! I can’t believe you people still
don’t know what’s wrong!
JORDAN is maintaining her calm. It isn’t easy, but she’s trying hard.
You said something about symptoms?
He would throw up, be thirsty. Awfully tired. Prone to infections.
JORDAN and LILY share a concerned look.
They wanted to do a tonsillectomy but I wouldn’t let them.
Why not? It can make a big difference. Simple procedure for a kid; why wouldn’t you try everyth-
SHERRY (ignores JORDAN again)
A few times, he would even have these seizures. I… was so scared.
LILY (glance at JORDAN)
It would help…
She puts a paper on the table.
… if you could sign a release form.
SHERRY (another shaky breath)
Fine, whatever. Just – Jason’s my only child. His father was killed in Iraq a long time ago, so now it’s just the two of us. I mean, it was…
She closes her eyes for a moment.
All this started when Frank died. Jason was only eight months old. And now I’ve lost them both.
There is a beat. SHERRY takes a deep breath and then signs the paper. There is another quiet pause.
Just – do what you can. Please.
Mrs. Austen, Dr. Cavanaugh is the best. If anyone can find out what happened, it will be her.
SHERRY breaks eye contact again, looking down at her folded hands.
FADE TO BLACK
9. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE - AFTERNOON
WOODY’S seated at his desk, an open box of evidence in front of him. He’s flipping
through the file. He reaches over for his phone and dials.
Hey, Emy. Can you get Dr.Cavanaugh for me?
10. INT. MORGUE RECEPTION - CONTINUING
EMY is on the phone.
I’m sorry, Detective, she just stepped out. Said something about coffee and sugar… can I take a message?
11. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
No, thanks, Emy. Who’s available? (beat) Yeah, Bug will be fine. Thanks.
(pause) Hey, Bug. I’m looking at this case from a few years back. I have
a couple of questions… you got a minute?
12. INT. BUG’S OFFICE - CONTINUING
BUG’S eyes are huge, behind magnification lenses hanging from a harness on his head. He’s staring at a dead pupa he’s holding with tweezers.
It just so happens I am between cases at the moment.
13. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE - CONTINUING
Well, if a woman’s body came in, gun shot to the head, ligature marks
around the wrists but no sign of binding material… would you do a rape kit?
14. INT. BUG’S OFFICE - CONTINUING
BUG speaks absent mindedly; he’s clearly more interested in the pupa.
Yeah. Well, no… it depends…
15. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE - CONTINUING
Gee, thanks, Bug, that helps.
16. INT. BUG’S OFFICE - CONTINUING
(blinking a little)
Uh… no, really, it depends on the context. Was she shot in public, was
she found in a private place?
17. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE - CONTINUING
How about in her living room? Face down on her couch, found by her husband
almost immediately after time of death.
18. INT. BUG’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
Proving spousal rape is a difficult one.
There is a pause as he drops the one pupa and picks up another.
But yeah, I’d do a rape kit in those circumstances.
19. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
What about this other ME, I never met her. Grace… Yaaaa, kaaa, mooo…
20. BUG’S OFFICE - CONTINUING
Dr. Grace Yakamura.
She left right before you got here… I think.
He starts examining another pupa, makes a face as he realizes it’s a pencil eraser and shoots an impatient glance at NIGEL’S empty desk over his shoulder.
So, was she… you know, was she any good?
BUG flips the magnifiers up to the top of his head.
Well… you could say that. She was Garret’s boss. He replaced her when she got called up to the big leagues in Washington.
21. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
This case I’m looking at – I can’t believe a rape kit wasn’t done, but
I can’t find it mentioned anywhere… are you sure she wasn’t a little sloppy?
22. INT. BUG’S OFFICE - CONTINUING
(chokes a little laugh)
Grace Yakamura? She was so uptight she’d make Kate look like a… a flower
child. No way she’d miss something like a rape kit.
23. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
Then why isn’t it mentioned in the detective’s report… hey, Bug, can you
help me find your files on this one?
24. INT. BUG’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
Yeah, sure… See you.
He hangs up.
The final shot is a wiggling pupa gently held in tweezers, with Bug’s huge
magnified eyes behind it.
25. EXT. MORGUE BUILDING - LATER AFTERNOON
26. INT. JORDAN’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
NIGEL and JORDAN are in her office, side by side on her couch. There are a
pile of files on the table, they’re flipping through them all.
There are enough doctor visits here for ten kids.
JORDAN (checking her legal pad)
With the ones you have… he’s got sixty-eight different contacts. Only a handful are for regular checkups. Look at this.
She flips through the files.
Seizure. Uncontrollable vomiting. Another one, vomiting, lethargy, thirst. This one says… contusions on the face, Mom reported he fell during a seizure and hit his face on the coffee table….
She trails off, looking suspicious.
Something’s wrong here.
NIGEL smells another conspiracy theory coming from his girl.
The lad’s dead. That definitely falls under the category of ‘wrong’.
I meant his history. How come no one noticed all this before?
He’s a kid. Kid’s hurt themselves. They get sick. (pause) And sometimes people don’t find out why, the little blighters just get better on their own.
Yeah, but Jason didn’t get better, did he? There’s more going on here…
NIGEL gives her a here-we-go-again look.
You should have seen her! We’ve seen hundreds of grieving people. This woman… I don’t know… She got defensive when I asked about medical history.
NIGEL sighs. Yep, here we go again.
Nige, she didn’t allow them to do a tonsillectomy. Can you believe that… it’s like she… wanted her kid to be sick…
There is a pregnant pause. The wheels are turning in JORDAN’S head; NIGEL’S getting ready for the onslaught.
NIGEL (meaningful look)
Let’s be careful, Luv. The lad’s dead so time doesn’t matter. We have to cross the I’s and dot the T’s. Or, dot the I’s… You know.
We have to call homicide. Who’s up today?
NIGEL (resigned to his fate)
He notices JORDAN making a face of distaste and makes a commiserating face.
What should I tell him?
We’ve got a dead kid with sixty-eight separate doctor visits, many of them suspicious. We’re not sure yet, but he needs to get over here.
NIGEL pulls out his cell phone, hits a speed dial.
Yeah, Detective on call, please.
27. INT. JORDAN’S OFFICE - A LITTLE LATER
There is a close-up on the files all over the table. As we pan back, SEELY has pulled up a chair opposite JORDAN and NIGEL on the couch. They each have an open file they’re reading.
Look at all this… Why the hell didn’t anyone catch this?
All these files… they’ve never been in one place before.
He closes the file, puts it on the table with the other stuff.
Lily called the doctor Mrs. Austen mentioned. They remembered the boy. Said he was a frequent flyer, but never saw anything suspicious.
This may not even be everything, Lily’s still looking.
Who’s the son-of-a-bitch that’s been doing this?
The father died in Iraq when the lad was an infant. There doesn’t seem to be any family, just the mother.
An abusive mother – sometimes I hate my job.
The only thing is – I can’t figure out the cause of all this. His tox screen is clean, I can’t find any injuries that would cause seizures –
How ‘bout ethylene glycol poisoning? Check his kidneys for crystals.
NIGEL and JORDAN both look at him as if he’s grown a second head.
JORDAN (to NIGEL)
Did… did he just suggest a scientific line of inquiry… Seely?
I believe he did…
Hey! I’m not a complete idiot. I had a case where the guy died and nobody could figure out how. (beat) When we found anti-freeze in the main suspect’s office, Peter checked the guy’s kidneys... case was a slam dunk after that.
Wow, not bad... it wouldn’t show up in our normal tox screen.
He turns to look at NIGEL, eyebrows raised.
Nige? Can you…?
He leaves with a determined, but sad look on his face.
We gotta organize all this crap. (deep sigh) This sucks.
Yeah, paperwork and I have a very on again, off again relationship. Usually off.
Don’t you guys have… people… for this?
Yeah, we call them ‘Detectives.’
She stands up.
Hey, if you know how to find ethylene glycol in a dead eight year old, I’ll get the paperwork for this one. Otherwise, I’ll be with Nigel and we’ll let you know what we find.
She leaves. With a sigh, SEELY starts stacking the files.
28. INT. BUG’S OFFICE - LATE AFTERNOON
BUG is still staring at pupae, some living some not. WOODY bends over his shoulder, with a disgusted look.
Ew! It’s still alive!
He looks at his tweezers sadly.
Damn it! You made me squish it!
He looks over his shoulder.
Don’t do that! I can’t afford to lose any of these!
WOODY (eyes widen)
Bug… did you say… squish?
Oh, uh… Maddy… (pulls it together) Don’t do that!
WOODY (taking a step back)
Whatever, man. How about that file I asked for.
BUG (magnified eyes look at WOODY)
What file? (beat) Oh, the Yakamura case. Are you re-opening it? Jordan would love that.
I don’t know yet, and what does Jordan have to do with it?
BUG closes the boxes with the squirming pupae and removes his head gear.
Let’s just say they weren’t exactly kindred spirits. (turns in his chair) What’s the name of the deceased?
29. INT. MORGUE FILE ROOM – CONTINUING
BUG and WOODY are standing beside filing cabinets.
Here it is. Burns, Danielle. Medical Examiner Dr. Grace Yakamura. Detective… Charles Roth? As in, Captain Roth?
BUG (eyes narrowing)
OK… did Jordan put you up to this?
The only time anyone gets involved with big-wigs like this is when Jordan’s chasing down another conspiracy theory.
No, it’s not like a Jordan case – this woman came to visit me, the vic’s daughter, and…
I knew Jordan was contagious the first moment I first met her. Anyway, here’s the file.
He takes the file, starts reading, then stops and looks at BUG.
It is like a Jordan case, isn’t it?
When it hits the fan, just remember I had nothing to do with it.
He slams the cabinet closed.
30. INT. SEELY’S DESK - EVENING
SEELY’S got piles of files on his desk, and he’s smashing away at his computer. JORDAN is walking over with a file.
Hey, Seely, we got it, man. Poor kid had crystals in his kidneys and bladder. That’s the anti-freeze. He was poisoned. No question.
Looking at all this crap I think it’s been going on for a long time. Hey, I saw a TV show once where the mother was poisoning the kid to get attention. Some… house syndrome-thing.
Munchausen-by-Proxy. Oh, my God.
Still standing, she looks at the piles of paper around SEELY’S desk. She grabs a nearby chair and sits.
Hard to prove. How are these organized?
By… weirdness. These ones …
He indicates a small pile.
… are routine checkups, measurements, vaccinations, stuff like that. These ones are ear aches and sore throats. I don’t think Mom could cause those.
He puts his hand on the biggest pile.
These ones – these are the ones with symptoms of ethylene glycol poisoning.
OK, how the hell do you know the symptoms of ethylene glycol poisoning?
I told you I’m not an idiot! I know how to Google. (mutters) And not just to see how many times my name comes up, either.
JORDAN (eye roll and sigh)
Fine, let’s go through these and make sure we’re got our I’s crossed.
It’s… a Nigel thing. Let’s just get to work, OK?
Yeah… let’s do that.
There are several scenes cut together of the two of them going through the files carefully, making notes as they go. At one point we see WOODY drop by carrying the file he got from BUG. He gives JORDAN a kiss on the cheek, SEELY gags himself with a finger and JORDAN whaps him over the head with a file.
31. INT.WOODY’S OFFICE - LATER EVENING
SEELY and JORDAN are in WOODY’S office. SEELY is snoring on the couch. JORDAN closes the last file as WOODY comes in with coffee for them both.
Here ya go, Boston’s finest swill… Hey, Seely! Detective!
He kicks the couch, waking up a grumpy SEELY.
Get your ass off the couch! You’ve got a sick woman to put behind bars.
JORDAN (extremely angry)
I have everything here.
She flips the pages in her yellow legal pad.
Jason has been to the doctor fifty-four times with symptoms that could be directly or indirectly caused by anti-freeze. It’s sweet, odorless… easy to slip into a kid’s Kool-Aid.
SEELY rubs his tired looking face with one hand.
Damn. Mom’s the only one who could do all this. I was kind of hoping for some evil neighbour with a hate-on for kids…
Look, you guys, I gotta go destroy my career. (looking at JORDAN) Oddly enough, it has nothing to do with you this time.
He bends over to kiss her.
You can use my office, but don’t mess anything up, got it?
We’re done here. We can go get the mother from hell.
She slams a file down and stands up quickly. She has that ‘damn the torpedoes’
look in her eye as she puts on her coat.
SEELY addresses WOODY, pointing thumb at JORDAN.
I don’t suppose you ever figured out how to make her sit and stay?
Nah. You’d better let her ride along, she’s easier to keep track of that way.
JORDAN (narrows her eyes)
She leaves. SEELY is left frozen for a second, then he scrambles to grab some
files, his coffee, and catch up with her.
WOODY watches them go and sighs. He’s reluctant to re-open that case, but he
knows he has to. He closes the door and leaves, too.
32. EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING, RESIDENTIAL AREA OF BOSTON - NIGHT
33. INT. APARTMENT HALLWAY OUTSIDE APARTMENT DOOR – CONTINUING
SEELY and JORDAN are jockeying for position. SEELY is trying to stay ahead
of JORDAN. Three uniformed officers follow behind them.
Jeez, Cavanaugh! You never know what’s behind the door, she could be armed! Now just stay behind me and don’t get hurt. (to himself) Hoyt would kill me.
Look, if I see any anti-freeze being loaded into a Glock semi-automatic, I’ll duck behind your bullet-proof vest, OK?
They both knock at the same time; SEELY glares at JORDAN.
After a moment, SHERRY opens the door, looking even worse than before. Messy
hair, dark circles under the eyes, pasty skin, rumpled clothes. Her eyes have
no life spark at all.
SHERRY (flat tone)
Yeah? You, you’re the ME.
JORDAN and SEELY both start to speak; JORDAN is louder though.
Ma’am, I’m Det-
You know what? You had me!
I actually believed your… grieving mother story…
SEELY (threatening look at JORDAN)
JORDAN (ignores SEELY)
I actually thought you really didn’t know what happened…
SEELY covers his eyes with his hand.
I even felt pity for you!
SHERRY doesn’t react much, just a little confusion and fear.
What… who are you talking…?
SEELY gives JORDAN his best Shut up! Stare.
Ma’am, I’m Detective Matt Seely, we just have a few questions-
JORDAN (interrupts again)
Don’t try to pull the ‘confusion act’ again-
SEELY (tries again)
Hey! I was-
Save it, lady! We know what happened – what kind of animal hurts her own child?
But… but I tried…
Why the hell didn’t you just get a boyfriend, beat on him? Go out and pick up guys in bars, bury them around the country – anything is better than a witch that murders her own child!
She crowds SHERRY so much the woman backs into her apartment. JORDAN shoves the
door aside and half-shoves SHERRY
34. INT. SHERRY’S APARTMENT – CONTINUING
SHERRY lands on the couch, a few yards into the apartment.
SHERRY (shaky, weak)
I could never hurt Jason.
SEELY is pleased to get a word in edgewise while JORDAN is seething, looking around the apartment while the uniformed officers start a search.
Mrs. Austen, we have a warrant to search your apartment and vehicle. Where is your car?
He offers her the warrant.
SHERRY is still foggy, tears slowly forming in her eyes. She ignores the paper
in SEELY’S hand.
What… my car?
We have reason to believe that your son was poisoned. In fact, we have proof that there was anti-freeze in his system. You were the only adult in his life. So, where’s the car?
JORDAN (looks at a uniform.)
You – check the kitchen. (beat) … look near the Kool-Aid…
The uniform looks uncomfortable and makes eye contact with SEELY, who resignedly
nods. The uniform heads to the kitchen, followed by JORDAN.
SHERRY (looks to Seely)
Parking garage, space 234. (beat) Anti-freeze? How on earth… who would put… wait. (beat) You think I poisoned my son.
He voice has little emotion; her face, a mask of sadness.
JORDAN comes back from the kitchen.
No, I know you poisoned your son, at least fifty-four
times! Where’s the anti-freeze?
She stops. The icy silence is almost worse. SHERRY’S face has paled even more.
I… don’t think… I have any…
You were all he had, he needed to be safe and protected and loved, and you hurt him over and over again!
JORDAN looks like she may lunge for the woman, her fists are tight, when SEELY not so subtly grabs her by the arm.
Ok, that’s it, Cavanaugh. We’re taking this to the station. With lots of cops around.
JORDAN angrily shakes loose from SEELY. Her voice drops low and menacing, she speaks to SHERRY around SEELY, who has placed himself between them.
I’m going to prepare the evidence so well a jury of monkeys will convict you! Your ass is mine!
She turns and leaves in a huff.
SEELY looks at the slammed door in a daze. He turns to the lost-looking woman
on the couch.
Uh, you, uh, have the right to remain silent…
35. INT. BUG’S OFFICE - NIGHT
BUG is in his seat, reading a copy of Today’s Parent Magazine.
EMY walks up behind him.
Hey, Dr. Vijay!
Whaa… Oh, yes, Emy?
You were looking for the rest of that Danielle Burns file, right?
How did you know…?
Detective Hoyt called for you, but you were at dinner. He asked me if I could find paperwork or samples from a rape kit.
Huh? I gave everything to him already.
Well, actually Dr. Yakamura did complete a rape kit. You only got the file she sent to the BPD. She always kept two files, but she didn’t tell anybody except the filing clerk .(beat) Back then, that was me.
Where did she hide all this stuff?
Oh, there are places in the archive, if you know how to look. Anyway, here’s the file. All the samples from the rape kit were kept.
Can you track them down?
She turns to leave.
Thanks, Emy. You’re the best.
EMY (smiles sweetly)
BUG opens the file and begins reading.
We cut to him finishing the file and grabbing his phone. He gets voicemail.
This is Detective Woodrow Hoyt. Please leave a clear message and I will
return your call at the earliest moment. Thank you, and have a good day.
Hey, Woody, it’s Bug. I just found something.
FADE TO BLACK
36. INT. IRISH PUB - LATE NIGHT.
There is a close-up of a cell phone, sitting on a table.
The camera pulls back and we see WOODY and JORDAN, seated at a
table in the Irish pub. JORDAN is eating more off WOODY’S plate than her own.
Geez, when am I ever gonna learn…?
WOODY (whaps her fingers playfully)
Yeah, next time order the same thing I do ‘cause you always end up eating mine anyway.
That’s not what I mean.
WOODY (a little confused)
What do you mean?
JORDAN (eye roll)
Come on, you heard Seely; ‘a classic Jordan move, goin’ off on that lady’. He’s right. I didn’t need to freak out – we had her.
So why did you freak out?
JORDAN takes a slow drink from her beer glass, stares at it for a while after she puts it down.
I don’t know. That little boy, he trusted his mother. She should have protected him, she should have been there helping him grow up….
WOODY puts down his fork and looks at her closely.
Of course this has nothing to do with your mother.
JORDAN (answers too quickly)
Of course not! Totally different situation-
Yeah, you’re right – a kid loses a parent to a violent death and the other parent is left to raise the kid alone. Totally different.
He gives her a you know better look.
JORDAN returns his gaze thoughtfully.
I thought I was getting better. I mean, I haven’t canned a guy for years, right?
Wow. That’s a high standard you’ve set for yourself…
WOODY (takes her hands)
I love you.
Good. ‘Cause if you didn’t-
She’s interrupted by the phone ringing.
JORDAN looks at the display and opens the phone.
JORDAN just listens, her eyes closing in that ‘Oh no’ way.
JORDAN (raises hand)
Yeah, I’ll see you there.
She snaps her phone closed and looks at WOODY.
Sherry Austen was just found dead – looks like she hung herself. Her body’s already on the way to the morgue.
WOODY is trying not to look to over-protective of JORDAN
C’mon, I’ll drive. I’ve got to check in with Bug anyway.
FADE TO BLACK
37. EXT. MORGUE BUILDING - NIGHT
38. INT. BUG’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
WOODY is sitting beside BUG at his desk, looking at the file.
Nope. This rape kit wasn’t processed because nobody asked Dr. Yakamura to process it.
But… This case is 1998. DNA could have proven…
The husband’s in jail, right?
Pretty solid circumstantial evidence. Not a slam dunk, but he was convicted.
Does the BPD file mention the rape kit?
Sort of. Believe it or not, the detective said nothing came back from the medical examiner.
So, they were both waiting for the other to do something. Neither of them cared enough…
Oh, they cared alright, they cared about their careers. Look at them now. Chief of police and a swanky position in the federal government.
If the killer was caught and convicted, why do we need to rock the boat?
The daughter is sure of his innocence.
His ‘gut’ is telling him to look into it.
So are all the other cons’ daughters.
Bug. (beat) Is that rape kit too old to get a DNA profile?
No, it was well preserved. She may have been apathetic about victims, but Grace’s science was very precise.
Run it. I’ve got samples from John Burns. Just… don’t tell anyone about it yet, OK?
How much trouble could this cause?
BUG (shakes head)
I can’t believe we’re doing this. This is probably her husband’s DNA. You know that, right?
So you won’t do it?
I didn’t say that. (beat) I’ll call you.
The camera pans back from WOODY and BUG, through the glass and into the autopsy room. We see WOODY glance over to see JORDAN, as he and BUG go their separate ways.
39. INT. AUTOPSY ONE – CONTINUING
JORDAN is looking at SHERRY on the autopsy table, a distressed NIGEL in the background.
You know what bugs me, Nige? I don’t think I care that this woman is dead.
NIGEL gives her a sympathetic smile. He puts an arm around her.
Problem is, Luv, you care too much.
This woman deliberately harmed her son. How could you give birth to a child, and then do that? (turns to NIGEL) I mean, she felt Jason moving inside her.
She shakes her head.
Should you be the one doing this autopsy? ‘Cause I can get Sydney in here.
No! No, I have to do this.
She makes eye contact with NIGEL.
If you’re sure…?
JORDAN the professional is on the job now.
Then let’s get to it, shall we?
We cut to JORDAN examining the neck and jaw.
Hyoid… intact. Ligature marks consistent with hanging…
She moves to the arms and fingers.
No signs of struggle or self-defense. Nothing obvious under the fingernails.
She continues to examine the rest of the body.
Everything indicates asphyxiation due to hanging.
We see a shot of JORDAN performing the Y incision, NIGEL hovering nearby.
We cut to NIGEL tapping at a computer, JORDAN suturing the incision.
So, suicide then?
What about the note? Any trace?
Nothing besides her own fingerprints. Just a sec.
He taps a computer a bit, then the note comes up on the big screen. He reads out loud as JORDAN finishes closing.
‘My life is not a life anymore. Frank is gone, Jason is gone, and
I’m gone too.’
She quickly removes the glove and goes to the side counter. She begins to tend
to a needle stick.
NIGEL (immediately beside her)
Here, let me.
He takes over with the squeeze bottle of disinfectant.
I have to remember to stay quiet when you people have sharp implements in your hands. Sorry!
My own fault. I guess I’m… mad at myself for losing it.
If you’ve ever had just cause, Luv, this would be the most…
JORDAN watches NIGEL continue working on her finger-wound.
You’re right, but… she took the easy way out, and I’m the one that shoved her over the edge.
She sighs as NIGEL finishes.
He gives her a look; she responds in rote fashion – they’ve been over this ground before.
And I promise I’ll get the antibiotics.
That’s my girl!
He looks back to the body.
Yeah, this is a suicide. I saw her eyes. They were dead when I first talked to her about Jason. Now the rest of her is dead too.
She glances back at the body.
He stands and puts an arm around JORDAN’S shoulder.
Let’s go home. The paperwork can wait.
JORDAN (sad eyes)
FADE TO BLACK
40. EXT. MORGUE BUILDING - EARLY MORNING
41. INT. MORGUE ELEVATOR DOORS - CONTINUING
The elevator doors open, and GARRET steps out. We follow him, bidding good morning
to people he passes. EMY hands him a small stack of messages. He opens his office
door and walks to his desk. As he places his notes on the desk, he sees JORDAN
asleep on his couch. He looks a little troubled, but still cracks his half-smirk
and walks over. He touches her shoulder, leaning over.
There is no response; he tries louder.
She stirs a little.
JORDAN (sleepy voice)
Go away or die.
Not today. Get your ass off my couch.
JORDAN struggles to sitting position, she looks awful.
Yeah, yeah. I’m awake.
She runs hands through her hair as she yawns.
GARRET walks back to his desk to check the messages.
Why aren’t you at home? Where the hell’s Woody?
He pulled graveyard shift. Something about a cold case. I just didn’t feel like going home.
Something wrong with your own couch?
What’s with the third degree? I just didn’t feel like going home! No big deal.
She stands up and storms to the door.
Nothin’ to worry about, OK?
GARRET (squinty, confused look)
Nothin’ to worry about…
FADE TO BLACK
42. EXT. PRECINCT - EARLY MORNING
43. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE – CONTINUING He’s asleep on his couch, snoring. He startles
awake when his phone rings. He searches for it for a moment, finds it and reads
a text message. His face falls a little.
44. INT. PRECINCT HALL OUTSIDE CHIEF’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
WOODY knocks on the CHIEF’S door reluctantly. He’s called to enter. The CHIEF
is seated at his desk, writing, glancing up at WOODY.
Good morning, Sir.
‘Morning, Hoyt. What can I do for you?
Uh, Chief, do you remember a case about ten years ago – a woman was killed, her husband was convicted for her murder.
CHIEF (pauses, sarcastically)
Yeah, that’s a real unique case there, Hoyt. I remember it like it was yesterday.
The name was Danielle Burns. Husband was John. He was convicted on circumstantial evidence. Dr. Yakamura was the ME on the case…
I still don’t follow you.
Well, sir, it seems there was a rape kit completed, but it wasn’t processed. Dr. Yakamura was waiting for… you to tell her to process it. It seems you assumed she’d tell you if anything suspicious would warrant running it, so it didn’t get done at all.
OK, if the circumstantial evidence was enough, why are we having this conversation?
His political radar is up and running.
WOODY takes a deep breath, quite certain that his career is once again going
to take a hit. He hopes the hit won’t be terminal.
Chief – The Burns’ daughter visited me. I thought I’d just read the file, show her the evidence, calm her down, you know?
WOODY is surprised he wasn’t called out on that ‘little’ lie.
Well… Dr. Vijay and I found the rape kit. We thought it would be more evidence to show the daughter and help her deal. You know, get her to stop her crusade to exonerate her father…
CHIEF (full attention now)
So? What were the results?
WOODY is amazed he’s gotten this far without yet another chunk of his ass being chewed off.
Well… sir, the results… fingernail scrapings, vaginal swab, hair samples… none of it is her husband’s DNA.
So… Burns came home, found his wife engaged in rough sexual activity with another man, one thing led to another…
Yes, Sir, I thought of that, too, sir… but – there was an eyelash in the wound track. DNA wasn’t Mr. or Mrs. Burns. (beat) Several blue wool fibers were found – husband ’s allergic to wool.
There is another lengthy pause as the CHIEF processes this, and WOODY gathers
himself to cast the final blow.
And, sir… that DNA – from the eyelash – it matches Harold Dawson…
The serial killer.
Yes, sir. He’s on death row in Texas right now… and he always used a blue wool scarf…
There is silence for a moment. The CHIEF finally puts the pen down very deliberately, his eyes staring right through his desk into space.
Sir, in no way did I want to call into question your…
CHIEF (calm, but intense)
You’re calling my professionalism into question. You’re exposing a mistake I made – and I’m your boss. You’re either brave or stupid. (another uncomfortable pause) What are you doing with this information?
Well… Sir… I came to you…
Nobody else knows about this?
WOODY is even more worried now – is he going to be forced into a cover-up?
Just me and Dr. Vijay.
Hoyt, here’s what we’re going to do…
FADE TO BLACK
45. INT. BREAK ROOM – MORNING
BUG and NIGEL are at the table, LILY is reading a folded newspaper. GARRET comes
What the hell’s wrong with Jordan?
Haven’t I heard that before...?
LILY whaps him with her paper.
Why? What’s our darling done this time?
She slept here last night – on my couch.
He fills his coffee cup and turns around.
Anything happen I should know about?
Why, that little liar! When I left she was in her office putting things in her bag to go. If I’d known she was camping out I’d have hauled her ass out of here.
BUG (chuckle, half a smile)
If you ever decide to try that, let me know – I want front row tickets!
LILY whaps him again with her ‘don’t be such an idiot’ look.
GARRET (leaning on the counter)
What was her last case yesterday?
Sherry Austen. Clear suicide. Jordan was upset, though…
Seely said Jordan really lost it with that woman when they picked her up.
Our ‘Caped Crusader’ has no patience for excuses like Munchausen by Proxy.
Oh, my God, now Jordan thinks she caused that poor lady to kill herself. Where is she?
She puts down her paper; BUG picks it up. He apparently doesn’t think anything unusual is happening with JORDAN.
I think she’s in the shower.
LILY gets up and heads off to find her. GARRET looks thoughtful.
Nige, what did the kid’s tox show?
Ethylene Glycol. They found the anti-freeze in the mother’s car, she’s the only one who had access to the boy all those years…
Get that file. Bring it to my office.
He walks out, followed by puzzled looks from NIGEL and BUG.
FADE TO BLACK
46. INT.LADIES SHOWER ROOM – CONTINUING
JORDAN is combing her hair in front of a mirror. LILY is leaning against the
next sink looking at her.
You can’t go through life trying to fix everything that goes wrong.
I’ve been doing it for years. Why stop now?
Jordan… (sighs in frustration) … depression is a disease, so’s Munchausen-by-Proxy. Mrs. Austen’s been on the road to suicide for a long time.
So I come along and give her a lift to the end of the road. (beat) The worst part is that Jason won’t get the justice he deserves. (shakes her head, leans on sink)
LILY stands beside her and squeezes her shoulders.
Let’s go out and get a coffee. You need time to get your head together.
JORDAN smiles reluctantly at her friend, then decides to listen to LILY for once.
Yeah, you know… that would be good.
47. EXT. BOSTON SCENES – CONTINUING
FADE TO BLACK
48. INT. GARRET’S OFFICE – A FEW MOMENTS AFTER PREVIOUS SCENE
GARRET’S at his desk, tapping at his computer. NIGEL comes in with a file.
Here you go. Like I said, tox wasn’t unusual aside from the ethylene glycol. Of course, it breaks down so bloody quickly. We had to run another battery of tests…
GARRET silently takes the file, flips through. NIGEL looks a bit uncomfortable
waiting for his boss to say something.
Umm, Jordan did the examination twice, I watched every move the second time. There wasn’t anything…
There is more than one source of Ethylene Glycol.
Uh…. Anti-freeze from a source other than… anti-freeze?
GARRET spins the computer around so NIGEL can see the screen.
Methylmalonic acidemia. Dehydration, seizures, vomiting, lethargy, infections… is this sounding familiar?
Methylmalonic acid – mistaken for ethylene glycol. Sweet Nancy…
Read about it a few years back. The mother was convicted of murdering her child with anti-freeze. In prison she had a baby. It was taken away, but it started to show the same symptoms as the dead sibling. Turns out they both had methylmalonic acidemia. Mother was released.
How do we find out…
He points to the screen.
NIGEL (muttering to himself)
… ammonia, blood gases, electrolytes…
Don’t tell Jordan what you’re doing until we get results.
NIGEL (very serious face)
GARRET turns the computer back to himself.
FADE TO BLACK
49. INT. HALLWAY - AFTERNOON
LILY and JORDAN are walking down the hall toward JORDAN’S office. We follow
them. They’re laughing.
LILY (through her laughter)
So, there’s Bug, completely shocked holding this diaper, with a little smiley face peeking out of the mess – she’d swallowed the stupid thing!
JORDAN (amused, feigning shock)
Weren’t you worried?
Nah. Bug’s nephew’s only lost the Lego head, nothing else. It was the cutest diaper she’s ever given us!
They stop by JORDAN’S office.
JORDAN (turning to Lily)
Thank you so much! I… uh… I guess I should listen to you more often.
LILY (big smile)
See you later, OK?
JORDAN walks into her office.
50. INT. JORDAN’S OFFICE – CONTINUING
GARRET is sitting there on her couch.
JORDAN (happy voice)
Hey, Garret, did you know that Lego heads could go right through a baby’s digestive system… (notices he’s very serious) uh… what?
C’m’ere, Jordan. (pats the couch.)
Damn. I’m not going to like this, am I?
No, you’re not.
(waits for JORDAN to sit beside him)
Is it Woody? He’s supposed to be sleeping off his night shift…
No, it’s not Woody.
There is a beat. GARRET looks down and then at JORDAN.
Ever heard of methylmalonic acidemia?
Uhh… problems breaking down some proteins and fats?
That’s the one. You know the cause?
It’s what killed Jason Austen. He wasn’t poisoned.
He hands her a paper.
That’s impossible! We double checked… (looks at the paper) Oh, God…
GARRET (avoids eye contact)
I already called Seely. Told him it’s so rare they don’t even have stats on number of cases.
So – Sherry Austen wasn’t lying… Oh, God…
She closes her eyes as she drops the paper.
It’s not your fault, Jordan. You made the right call with the information you had.
How… who caught it…?
I remembered reading about a case… got Nigel to do a few tests that wouldn’t show up in the standard screens…
JORDAN stands up and takes her bag off her desk.
I… I’ll be back later…
She leaves her office to head for the elevators.
51. INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUING
GARRET stands in the hall watching her go. NIGEL comes up behind him.
Letting her go alone? Is that wise?
FADE TO BLACK
52. EXT. PRECINCT STEPS - FULL DAYTIME
The CHIEF is at a bank of microphones. He raises his hand for quiet.
Thank you for coming today. Ladies and gentlemen, when I was hired to replace Chief Malden, I publically committed myself to honesty, hard work, and integrity. Today, I am publically re-affirming that commitment. Detective Woodrow Hoyt has a statement to make.
He turns with a gesture to WOODY, who was standing behind him and to the left.
WOODY steps up to the mike, looking uncomfortable and nervous.
Uh, thank you Chief Roth. (clears throat). Information came to my attention that led me to look into a case from 1998. In the murder of one Danielle Burns, her husband, John, was convicted and sentenced to 25 years to life. He has been in jail for nearly ten years.
WOODY pauses, adjusts his tie and glances back at his CHIEF.
Newly discovered DNA evidence has excluded John Burns as a possible suspect. As we speak, Mr. Burns is being discharged from the state institution.
A firestorm of questions comes from the reporters.
CHIEF (steps back to the mike)
Just… please, just wait a moment, we’ll answer questions… (waits for near quiet) Thank you. What Detective Hoyt didn’t say was… this was my case. In the interest of transparent accountability, I have called for an independent inquiry into the misunderstandings which caused Mr. Burns to be falsely convicted.
He pauses to take a breath as the wild questioning starts again. He raises his voice to be heard over the din.
The DNA evidence does indeed indicate another suspect in the case; this man is already in police custody, in Texas, on another charge. It is an ongoing case and we can make no further comment. Above all, I wish to commend Detective Hoyt for having the personal integrity. to come forward with this. He and Dr. Vijay of the County Medical Examiner’s office have both proven to be professional, and responsible members of the public service community of Boston. The Burns family, the citizens of this city, and I owe them a debt.
53. INT. IRISH PUB – LATER IN THE DAY
This is the same place JORDAN had dinner with WOODY the night before. She’s
alone at a table in the corner, an empty hi-ball glass in front of her. The
waitress comes along and trades the empty for a full one.
We cut to the doorway. WOODY is standing there, on the cell phone.
Yeah, Garret. I got her. (pause) OK. Bye.
He closes the phone and walks to her table.
JORDAN doesn’t even look up from her drink.
Tell Garret I’m fine. I need to be alone.
WOODY (gentle voice)
Why, yes, Jordan, I’d love to sit down.
He sits and removes his jacket.
She makes eye contact, looking rough.
It means by yourself. As in, go away.
I’m not going to take that personally…
He raises his hand to summon the waitress.
… and I’m not going to leave you alone. You don’t have to talk or anything, but I’m not leaving.
Fine. If you’re not leaving, I am!
She starts to stand up, but WOODY gently grabs her forearm.
Jordan, this ring means we don’t do things alone anymore. If you’re going to sit here and drink… whatever it is, until you’re blind – fine! But when you’re done, I’ll take you home. No talking necessary.
JORDAN (sits down again)
You’ll really stay quiet?
WOODY (holds up three fingers)
He’s still serious.
JORDAN (shakes her head)
He makes a zipping motion over his lips. Several shots follow. First, we see
WOODY get a cup of coffee; JORDAN gets another drink.
Next, WOODY has shifted position, he’s playing a game on his cell phone; JORDAN
has another drink. WOODY’S eyes follow the glass landing on the table, but he
doesn’t say anything.
In the next shot, WOODY’S getting another coffee along with a burger. JORDAN’S
still staring into her glass, until the waitress replaces it again. WOODY can’t
take it any longer, grabs the glass before JORDAN gets it, takes a sip.
You promised, no talking!
This is soda water!
Yeah, so? I’m upset, not suicidal. And if you don’t shut up, I’m leaving…
WOODY holds his hands up, pretends to zip his lips again.
WOODY and JORDAN are still at the pub. WOODY is looking goofy, his head tilted
back, mouth open, fast asleep.
JORDAN looks at WOODY. Her expression softens. She dips her fingers in her
glass and sprinkles his face with water. He’s shocked awake by the cool drops
Whaaa… I’m awake… not talking…. real quiet…
WOODY (rubs his face)
Uh… what’s OK?
WOODY (confused look)
I’m poison. Wherever I go people get hurt – I don’t know why .
WOODY (takes her hands)
You’re not the poison, Jordan. Take my case for example. The cops, the ME - all they cared about was their own career. The detective didn’t bother to tell the ME to process the rape kit, so she didn’t. Friend of yours, Grace Yakamura.
JORDAN rolls her eyes, not surprised.
To them, people weren’t human beings, they were just case numbers. An innocent man was in jail for eight years, a murderer/rapist was allowed to go do it again. That’s the poison.
So how is my temper any different from that? People still got hurt!
She sighs and looks at her ring.
What the hell makes me think I have the right to a normal life?
The whole… depression thing…
You should have seen her… curled up in the bathroom… blood… glass…
WOODYstays silently supportive; he knows we’re not talking about SHERRY AUSTEN anymore.
We have no idea what’ll happen. I mean, what if I… what if I go totally insane? I mean, real, clinical insanity…
But what if it doesn’t happen? Then you’ve wasted all
that time wondering.
But is that fair – if we did decide to have kids? Look what I did to that poor woman. (beat) I ignored everything she said… I was impatient, insensitive… What would happen to a little kid…?
Look at how patient you were with Kayla.
Yeah, fat lot of good it did for her. She argued and whined and…
… and she was a teenager, I’m pretty sure that’s normal… besides, look at a few weeks ago, babysitting Maddy. You were patient then, the kid didn’t stop screaming for two hours straight.
JORDAN (hint of a smirk)
Yeah, great. I can handle it until they start to talk.
There is a beat before she makes eye contact with WOODY.
Maybe I’m just one of those people who doesn’t get to have a ‘normal’ life. Maybe I’ve been doing it my own way for too long… I mean, how many lives have I screwed up in that time...
How many murderers are behind bars? How many families got justice? You’ve been doing this for… what, fifteen years? In all those cases, how many times have you made a mistake? Two, three maybe?
One mistake is too many, Woody. You feel the same way, I know you do.
So you aren’t perfect. Look, you’re batting 990 and you have a problem with that? You do know that this woman probably suffered from depression for years, right? (takes her hands) You didn’t kill her. (looks into her eyes) Really.
Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
JORDAN stares back into his eyes sadly. She knows it in her head but she’s
still frustrated with herself and feeling guilty.
Camera pans back, we fly over Boston at sunset as the last bit of Bohemian
Rhapsody plays… Nothing really matters…