Crossing Jordan Virtual Season 7
“Father Knows Best”
Madambeth and NCCJFAN
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“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.
Detective Woodrow “Woody” Hoyt
Uniformed Police Officer
Young Woody Hoyt
Young Cal Hoyt
Dr. Carl Weatherly
Dr. Mario Garcia
FLASHBACK- 1970’s LIVINGROOM
DR. GARCIA’S OFFICE AND HALLWAY
DR. CARL WEATHERLY’S OFFICE
1. INT. SMALL APARTMENT MAIN ROOM - NIGHT
Cramped, cluttered, and messy. The shot is taken from a child’s point of view.
We hear adult voices, but the camera never gets above the waist level of the
adults. Two little boys are on the couch, looking worried. The smaller of the
two is hugging a teddy bear and keeps looking towards the older brother. Both
of them keep twisting around, looking at their mom and dad, who are arguing
as they pace around the living room. Their father keeps following the mother,
forcefully trying to convince her of something. The parents are yelling at each
other, and the TV is blaring in the background, although we can’t make out what’s
on the screen.
|That’s it, we’re leaving. I’ve had enough – more than enough!|
|You’re not going anywhere.|
|I’ve had it. You tell us what to do, how to dress, when to get up, when to go to bed… |
She begins to hustle the boys off the couch. The boys say nothing, but keep looking nervously from one parent to the other as they huddle close to their mother’s sides.
|You’re my family. You’re my wife. And those are my
|We don’t belong to you.
DAD is still flustered but lowers his voice a notch and runs a hand through his hair.
|Look, let’s… let’s just go out for a while. Go for a drive. Both of us calm down. And then maybe we can rationally talk our way through this.|
|No! (beat) You’ve said that before, but we’ve always managed to work things out.|
|Not this time. It’s over. I’m not living this way anymore – with you trying to tell us what to do all the time. We’re people, not pets. |
|Just STOP! STOP! |
There is a pause as he calms himself.
|Just… let’s get out of here for a while. Take a long drive. Maybe stop and get some ice cream with the boys. (wheedling) Have some time away from… |
He gestures to the cluttered surroundings.
|… this place. Maybe look for a bigger, better place. Come on, honey. Please?|
We see tears on the OLDER CHILD’S cheeks. He swallows hard as he says the next part with a hopeful note in his voice.
DAD looks MOM directly in the eyes – is it taunting or intimidation?
MOM is still huffing, but realizing she’s now lost this battle. We see her shoulders slump.
|Ice cream. (deep breath) Okay. But this doesn’t change anything.|
DAD opens the door for them with a sick kind of smile on his face.
|Fine. (beat) We’ll take my car.|
The family leaves the apartment. As the door closes on the apartment, the camera
pans back to the living room where the TV is still on. The old black and white
show, Father Knows Best, comes on with its theme song blaring.
2. INT. MORGUE HALLWAY – MORNING
GARRET is rapidly walking down the hall with EMY following close at his heels.
She’s trying to stop him and tell him something, but GARRET is on a tear. He’s
all authority at this point.
|Did the shipment we need come in yesterday?|
|No, Dr. Macy. I called the supply house, and they promised it will be in today.|
|What about the generator? Did the state finally decide to replace it for us?|
|No word yet, Dr. Macy. |
She hands him a stack of pink “While You Were Out” message slips.
|Here’re your messages.|
GARRET begins rifling through the stack of paper and sighs. From somewhere in
the background we hear an infant begin to wail.
|Great. The crypt didn’t pass inspection and needs to be re-wired. Another budget crisis. |
He walks swiftly down the hall again.
|Anyone seen Jordan? I swear if she’s still in bed playing footsy with Woody, I’m going to…|
Voice trails off as
HARD CUT TO:
3. INT. DAD’S SUV – NIGHT
The FAMILY is in the SUV. DAD is worked up again and is driving too fast as
he cuts in front of other drivers. The KIDS are in the back seat, quietly whimpering.
MOM’S bracing herself in the front seat as the vehicle swerves.
|You’re my family. And you’re not leaving me. D’you hear me? You’re.
Not. Leaving. Me.
MOM braces herself again as the SUV swerves dangerously close to another car. We hear a horn blare in response.
DAD is gripping the steering wheel.
|You’re mine. All of you… do you hear me?|
MOM is looking back at the KIDS, who are wide-eyed and scared to death
|Be careful! You’re scaring the boys!|
Soft crying is heard coming from back seat.
|You’re scaring them and you’re scaring me. Take us back home!|
|You listen here. You’re my wife and those are my kids, and if I can’t have you… |
He swerves off the road onto a grassy area.
|… no one can. |
DAD reaches under the seat and you hear a soft click as that scene fades to black and we pick it back up at the MORGUE.
4. INT. MORGUE HALLWAY – CONTINUING FROM PREVIOUS
|Fire Dr. Cavanaugh?|
GARRET pauses and scrubs hand down his face
|At least write her up. Where is she?|
|She’s in trace with Nigel.|
GARRET is back to swiftly walking down the hallway.
|Good. At least one thing is going right this morning.|
We still hear an infant wailing.
|Has Lily brought Madeline to work with her again? We’re a morgue;
not a daycare!
EMY is following close on his heels, trying to explain.
(still on a tear)
|I’ve half a mind to tell Lily to stay home until she’s worked out her daycare issues. |
We can tell at this point that the crying has got on GARRET’S last nerve and he’s about to snap.
|Can someone stop that crying?
He and EMY are now at the door of his office and he pauses at the door. EMY finally has the time to get in her shot at him.
|That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, Dr. Macy. That’s not Maddie that’s crying – |
|Then who the hell…?|
He pushes the door open to find ABBY in his office, her back to the door. GARRET freezes in his tracks.
EMY responds as ABBY turns around to face her father. We see that she’s holding an infant in her arms, trying to shush it.
FADE TO BLACK
END OF TEASER
5. EXT. GRASSY EMBANKMENT ROADSIDE - 7:43 A.M.
The camera follows a pair of shiny, black loafers as they walk through the gravel
on the side of a major road. The camera pans up the pant legs, along the side
of an overcoat, up a shoulder until we see WOODY HOYT’S determined stare as
he makes his way towards something. There are lots of people in uniforms milling
around, red and blue lights glint off the fine film of sweat on his cheeks,
but there is absolutely no sound. No wind, no orders being called, no engines
running. Just silence, as WOODY makes his way toward an embankment off the road
where we see the charred remains of an SUV.
6. EXT. ROADSIDE – NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
Suddenly, in place of the SUV we see a truck, at night, the hood squashed in
and some smoke lightly coming out of it. We hear the first sound we’ve heard
in the whole scene so far: the light crying of a couple of small children saying,
Just as quickly as the flash appeared, it is gone.
7. EXT GRASSY EMBANKMENT ROADSIDE – CONTINUING (PRESENT)
WOODY rubs his eyes, takes a deep breath and continues walking towards the SUV.
He nods to a UNIFORMED OFFICER and puts on a pair of latex gloves.
|What’ve we got?|
|You didn’t get a description on the call?|
|Yeah, just wanted to hear it from someone actually on scene, not from dispatch. (beat) How bad?|
|‘Bout as bad as these things get. |
He tosses WOODY a mask.
|UNIFORMED OFFICER (cont’d)|
|Might want this. They’re still simmerin’ pretty good, sir. |
He holds the mask to his nose and slowly makes his way further down the embankment to the driver’s side of the car where JORDAN has her head partway in the car.
|Hey, Doc, how’s he look?|
JORDAN pulls her head back out of the driver’s window and tries to smile.
|I’d say… medium-well to well done. |
(nods curtly again)
|Good. (beat) Bastard. |
JORDAN places some collection kits in her bag and moves to stand next to WOODY.
|I’m sensing from your lack of sympathy for the guy, that Nigel caught you at the van (nods towards the road) and told you he’s pretty sure he found a bomb under the driver’s seat and dear old Dad’s hand was wrapped around a detonator? |
|Wanna run a time of death by me?|
JORDAN is noticing his brusqueness. She frowns a moment, trying to figure out what’s up but then responds.
WOODY looks up quickly and raises his eyebrows, surprised.
|That’s... oddly specific. |
JORDAN raises a hand in which she is holding an ordinary, analog wrist watch. It is charred and part of the cover is cracked but we can still read the time. 8:36.
|It was attached to what Nigel thinks is what’s left of the bomb. He thinks Dad was going for the accidental car explosion angle, something made him blow his stack and he had to go with plan B.|
She gestures towards passenger side.
WOODY follows JORDAN around to the other side of the car and leans down to
look at the charred remains of the mother from the opening scene. We only see
bits of clumped, black hair burned into what’s left of her cheek and neck.
WOODY covers his mouth with the mask but says nothing for a moment.
|What makes him think it was in the heat of the moment? Are we even sure this is the father? Someone might have kidnapped these… them.|
He gestures toward the car.
JORDAN hands him a license next. Again, it is charred, but a small part of
the picture and pieces of the address remain.
|Car’s registered to a Lyle Grissom, 42. Lives about three miles from here. |
She looks at the woman’s remains.
|Wife, Cindy, 38. |
JORDAN stops and moves to the back door.
She leans down and looks in. WOODY remains planted by the passenger door and JORDAN continues talking.
|Two boys: Mark was seven; Jason, four and a half. Nobody’s wearing a seatbelt; the little guy should still be in a car seat and look at this…|
She trails off as she leans into the back window and WOODY reluctantly moves to her other side and leans down, not looking in just yet.
|I found traces of a thermal fabric embedded in the older one’s hip. I could sort of make out the Superman logo. Looks like a pajama set. |
WOODY finally leans down and looks into the back seat. Two charred little skeletons
are slouched over shoulder to shoulder.
WOODY swallows hard twice and closes his eyes.
8. EXT. ROADSIDE – CONTINUING FLASHBACK
There is another flash of a truck, nighttime, crying, and a shrieked, “Daddy!”
|Woody? You okay?|
9. EXT. GRASSY EMBANKMENT ROADSIDE – CONTINUING (PRESENT)
WOODY’S eyes spring open and he begins to cough. He moves quickly away from the car, over to the tree line along the road and begins to retch. JORDAN stands in shock, unaware of what has just happened. She looks troubled as she watches him still bending over, one hand braced on a tree for support.
10. INT. MORGUE GARRET’S OFFICE - MORNING
GARRET is pacing the room. ABBY is sitting at his desk, the now quiet baby cooing
softly in her arms. It is a blonde little boy who cannot be more than 6 weeks
old. He has a soft dusting of downy hair on his head. As GARRET paces, he keeps
looking out of the corner of his eye at ABBY and the baby. ABBY looks nervous.
Finally, GARRET speaks.
|How on earth did this happen, Abby?
|Well, there was this guy I was seeing-|
(raises a hand)
|Okay, let me rephrase. I know how it happened, what I want to
know is how could you be so stupid, Abigail. You’re twenty-three years old.
What do you know about taking care of a baby?
He’s on a roll.
|Has he been to the doctor? They need vaccinations, well-child check ups—|
|Hepatitis B, MMR, Polio… he’s got everything he’s supposed to so far, Dad.|
GARRET stops suddenly and looks impressed.
|Well…. well, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re still too young to handle this… I mean… why didn’t you tell me about this… at… at Christmas we talked… |
ABBY rolls her eyes but smiles, too.
|I didn’t want you to freak out, but obviously I didn’t have to worry about that. (pause.) Hey, Dad, I know this is a big deal and all and obviously a shock to you, but I’m doing okay….|
She looks down at the baby.
|We’re doing okay.
GARRET watches her with the baby for a long moment and then sighs. He walks
over and crouches down slowly to peer at the baby’s face. The baby frowns, tries
to focus on the face in front of him and settles for yawning.
|So… does my grandson have a name?|
ABBY smiles and nods.
She kisses his tiny hand.
|It’s Matthew. Matthew Garret. |
GARRET raises his eyebrows and looks at ABBY.
|Is that supposed to make me less angry about the situation? |
(rolls her eyes)
|No, it was because I wanted my son to be named after his grandfather.|
She pauses and stands slowly from the chair, gently passing the baby over to GARRET.
|Can we continue this talk in a minute? The kid did a job on my bladder during pregnancy and I have to pee, like, every half hour now. |
GARRET looks flustered to be suddenly holding the tiny baby but he nods to ABBY,
who heads out the door. She stops and looks back to watch him with the baby
a moment without his knowing.
GARRET looks around the room, unsure of what to do for a moment until the baby
starts to fuss.
|Oh, shh, shh. You’re alright, come here and let me take a look at you.|
He walks carefully over to his couch, sits down and settles MATTHEW into the
crook of his arm.
ABBY is still watching from the hall. She smiles and rolls her eyes slightly
when GARRET subtly begins counting MATTHEW’S finger and then not so subtly yanks
one of the baby’s socks off and starts on the toes.
ABBY smiles and continues down the hall towards the bathrooms as GARRET puts
the boy’s socks back on.
|Well…, you certainly look like your mom, little man. |
MATTHEW’S eyes widen briefly and he stretches his arms and legs and yawns.
|I wonder if HER mom knows about you yet. (beat) You thought my reaction was bad? Wait till you meet your grandma… she’s going to hate being called that. |
MATTHEW coos and snuggles into GARRET’S arms more. The camera pulls back out
of the room as GARRET rocks the baby from side to side, and grandfather and
grandson begin to bond.
11. INT. TRACE - 12:04 P.M.
JORDAN is standing between two tables. The bodies of the two little boys from
the car that morning are on them. WOODY stands by the door, his arms folded
over his chest and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.
JORDAN keeps casting her eyes at him as she speaks into the microphone attached
to her head, giving details about the condition of the bodies at time of trace
evidence. She explains about the lack of a car seat or booster seat in the car,
indicating that the family may have left in a hurry; or they just weren’t so
concerned with safety. She removes and bags a small piece of the pajamas she
had described to WOODY at the scene that morning and turns the headset off when
she sees WOODY begin to squirm.
|You know, you don’t need to stay here for this, if you have some leads to follow up on this case…|
She turns back to the bodies and lowers her voice.
|… or any other case.
|I stayed while you did trace on the parents’ bodies, why wouldn’t I stay for the kids’?|
JORDAN slowly turns her head and gives him an ‘are you kidding me?’ look, but she concedes.
|Oh… kay…, whatever. |
She turns the headset back on and continues to report her findings. As she is
speaking, WOODY begins to have the flashbacks again.
12. INT. TRUCK – NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
We are following the truck from the first flashback as it drives down a
dark road, swerving slightly. We are in the backseat, looking from a child’s
point of view at the back of a man’s head in the driver’s seat. The man lifts
a brown bottle, obviously a beer, to his lips and takes a long swig before the
truck swerves a little.
The camera changes view so that we are looking in the back seat at two
boys about two and four years old. They are both crying; the older of the two
holds the smaller one close. We hear JORDAN’s voiceover, as she is continuing
|The body of the older child displays the most damage. The majority of the damage is to the back of the head, shoulders, arms, buttocks and legs consistent with turning his back to the flames.|
In the flashback, we see the older child, dressed only in flannel pajamas,
rubbing the little one’s back. He is obviously whispering soothing words to the
smaller child, trying to calm his crying, even as the older boy cries himself.
The older child has light brown hair, the younger, a sandy blonde. The little
guy is wearing a button-up sleeper with Superman logos on it, just like the boy
in the car explosion.
13. INT. TRACE – CONTINUING (PRESENT)
JORDAN is trying to get WOODY’S attention.
|Woody…? Woody… Woody! |
WOODY finally snaps out of his trance and opens his eyes to see JORDAN looking at him with a worried expression.
|Yes, Jordan, I told you, I’m fine just - just go on, do your job. |
JORDAN wouldn’t normally accept him or anyone talking to her like this, but she can tell he’s upset. She nods, but we know this discussion isn’t over. She starts to turn back to the bodies, but begins talking again.
|Well, why don’t you just go grab a soda from the break room or someth—|
She stops, turns quickly to look where WOODY had been standing and only sees
the door to Trace swinging and WOODY is gone.
She sighs, unsure of how to help him or find out what is going on, and just
stares at the door a long moment, shaking her head.
14. INT. PEDIATRICIAN’S OFFICE - AFTERNOON
There’s wall-to-wall moms and children of all ages. Some of the kids are crying,
some are running around playing. Some mothers are engaged in the activities
and others are reading magazines while casually glancing at their kids every
now and then. As the camera pans out, we see GARRET and ABBY sitting in the
corner of the waiting area. ABBY is holding MATTHEW and GARRET just looks darned
uncomfortable. He’s out of his element here – he hasn’t been in a pediatrician’s
office since ABBY was fifteen.
|You know we really don’t have to do this, Dad.|
GARRET glances over at MATTHEW.
|I won’t rest easy until we do.|
|I told you that I’ve taken care of things. I’ve gotten all the immunizations he needs – see? |
She holds out a card issued by the health department.
|This shows he’s had all his shots.|
|When was his last well-baby checkup?|
|Two weeks ago.|
|At the health department?|
ABBY nods and GARRET sighs and runs a gentle hand over the downy fuzz on MATT’S head.
|Dr. Weatherly is an old friend. We went to med school together…|
|So you’re saying he’s better than the health department?|
GARRET closes his eyes, trying not to lose the battle and his grandson.
|No. What I’m saying is that I trust Carl. He’s been a pediatrician for years. |
ABBY puts MATT on her shoulder as he begins to fuss more.
|What about my old pediatrician, Dr. Jacobson?|
|He retired two years ago.|
NURSE comes to the door and calls for GARRET and ABBY.
15. INT. PEDIATRICIAN’S OFFICE HALLWAY – CONTINUING
GARRET and ABBY follow the NURSE back into a small exam room. They enter.
16. INT. PEDIATRICIAN’S EXAM ROOM – CONTINUING
DR. WEATHERLY soon joins GARRET, ABBY and the baby.
DR. WEATHERLY extends his hand to GARRET.
|Garret… good to see you again.|
GARRET shakes DR. WEATHERLY’S hand.
|Hey, Carl. Great to see you. You remember Abby?|
(turns towards ABBY)
|My God. She’s grown.|
|Grown with one of her own.|
|Ah… yes. And that’s why you’re here.|
|Matt’s been seen at the health department, but I … we … wanted you to check him out.|
ABBY gives WEATHERLY a look that clearly says, ‘help me out, here…’
as she hands him the baby and the child’s immunization record.
WEATHERLY places MATT on the examination table and undoes the diaper. For a
minute there’s nothing but the coo of the baby as the pediatrician looks MATT
over and checks the immunization record.
|Everything seems to be in order, Garret. The little tyke is up-to-date on all his shots and seems to be perfectly healthy. |
He fastens the diaper back and hands the baby off to ABBY.
|Good work, Mom. |
He gives ABBY a wink.
|No problem. That’s what I’m here for. |
He shakes GARRET’S hand again.
|You folks don’t be strangers, huh?|
|I’m sure we won’t be.|
DR. WEATHERLY exits and GARRET watches ABBY for a minute.
|No, I think I’ve got it. (beat) You know, I didn’t come back to Boston to fight with you over Matt… or to ask you for anything… I came back because I wanted my son to know his grandpa… something I never had a chance to do.|
GARRET gives a deep sigh and he runs his hand down his face as he realizes how close he came to blowing it.
|I’m sorry. I guess… I guess I still think you’re sixteen.|
|Well, I’m not. I’m twenty-three.|
|I know, I know. (beat) Do you two have a place to stay?|
|Not really. I haven’t told Mom about Matt yet… I was hoping we could crash at your place for a night or two?|
GARRET chuckles and puts an arm around his daughter while holding a finger out to MATT for him to grasp.
|Why don’t you two plan on staying with me for a while? I’ve got plenty of room. |
ABBY gives her dad a genuine and grateful smile.
|Thanks. I was hoping you’d say that.|
|On one condition, though. I get to be in the room when you tell Maggie she’s a grandmother.|
END OF ACT ONE
17.INT. SMALL APARTMENT MAIN ROOM AFTERNOON
WOODY and JORDAN are there along with some uniforms. They all are wearing latex
gloves, combing the apartment for some kind of clue as to why all of this happened.
WOODY is hanging back a little – he appears to be looking for evidence, but
not really. We see that fine sheen of perspiration on his face again, beading
more now on his upper lip, like he’s almost afraid of what he’s going to find.
JORDAN is rifling through the clutter, looking at every scrap
of paper – trying to find anything that would tell them why this had to happen.
|You found anything yet?|
WOODY’S mind is obviously miles away.
JORDAN is getting a little fed up from his behavior earlier at the morgue and
his attitude now.
|Have. You. Found. Anything?|
JORDAN motions over to a toy box against one of the walls.
|Why don’t you look in there?|
|You think we’re going to find anything in a toy box that tells us why
Dad detonated a bomb?
(Aggravation is now reflected on her face and in her voice.)
|No, but we may find out something that tells us what was going on in this home.|
WOODY hesitates a moment before walking over to the toy box. He squats down
in front of it and then gingerly, almost reverently, begins sorting the toys.
He pulls out a Superman figure and looks at it for a long moment before closing
18. INT. LIVING ROOM – AFTERNOON (FLASHBACK)
TWO YOUNG BOYS are playing in the living room of a home. The oldest has a Superman
figure that he’s pretending to fly across the room and landing it on the younger
brother’s back. A fake wrestling match ensues and we hear the boys giggle. Then
a harsh, loud voice yells from the background:
|I told you boys to calm down. Can’t a man have a minute’s peace in this house?|
19. INT. SMALL APARTMENT MAIN ROOM – CONTINUING (PRESENT)
We see JORDAN kneeling beside WOODY, gently removing the Superman figure from
JORDAN places one hand on the side of his face and turns it towards hers.
|Hey, Woods. You okay?|
(a little worried)
|Are you all right? (tight grin) You kinda left me there for a moment.|
(shaking it off)
|Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. (shrugs) It’s just cases with kids…|
JORDAN nods agreement with some relief on her face. So maybe it’s just the case getting to him.
|I know, I know. Gets to you every time.|
|Especially when it never should have happened to begin with.|
WOODY stands, and JORDAN remains squatting on the floor for a moment, not quite
sure what to do with his mood swings. Finally, she stands and faces him, holding
out one of those blue appointment cards like you get at the doctor.
|For what it’s worth, I found this.|
WOODY takes the card from her and looks it over.
|Dr. Mario Garcia? Boston Family Counseling?|
|Looks like the Grissoms had an appointment with Dr. Garcia last Monday afternoon. |
20. INT. DR. GARCIA’S OFFICE – Later that same afternoon
DR. GARCIA is seated at his desk. WOODY and JORDAN are seated in front of him in two chairs.
|Haven’t you ever heard of doctor/patient privilege, Detective Hoyt?|
WOODY is annoyed. It’s obvious he and JORDAN have been through several rounds with the doctor by this time.
|May I remind you the entire family is dead, Dr. Garcia?
|Doctor/patient privilege continues past the grave.|
|Don’t hand me that load of crap-|
JORDAN butts in and tries to at least bridge a gap between the men, so she and WOODY can get the information they came for.
|Doctor, surely you realize the seriousness of this situation?|
GARCIA runs a hand down his face. He’s clearly conflicted, but not ready to give it up yet.
|I do… I do. But I only saw them once. (beat) Come back with a warrant and I’ll-|
(now pissed and shouting)
|This is a load of bullshit, you know that? |
He stands and heads for the door.
|A complete load of BS. An entire family is dead and you want a freaking
He storms out and slams the door behind him.
21. INT. GARCIA’S OFFICE HALLWAY – CONTINUING
WOODY stops and take a deep breath as he leans against the wall and shuts his
22. INT. TRUCK – NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
There are images of TWO YOUNG BOYS being bounced around in a truck seat, banging
up against the doors. One of the young boy’s head slams up against the glass
of the car door window.
23. INT. GARCIA’S OFFICE HALLWAY – CONTINUING (PRESENT)
WOODY opens his eyes and continues to storm down the hallway.
24. INT. DR. GARCIA’S OFFICE – CONTINUING FROM WOODY’S EXIT
JORDAN and DR. GARCIA are looking at the door. JORDAN’S mouth is slightly open
in surprise. She turns to face DR. GARCIA before standing to leave herself.
|Um… you’ll have to excuse him… cases that involve kids… well… they really get to him….|
25. INT. GARRET’S APARTMENT LIVING ROOM – THAT SAME AFTERNOON
We see ABBY and MATT in the living room, along with a few pieces of luggage. There is also a port-a-crib that GARRET’S trying hard to set up. MATT is in his car seat and ABBY is giving GARRET an amused look.
She sets MATT’S car seat on the couch.
|Let me help you with that.|
GARRET struggles with the “put the tab A into slot B” instructions.
The side then collapses.
|Then again, maybe I don’t.|
ABBY picks the pieces and begins to put the contraption together again.
|All it takes is practice.|
|Seems like those things were easier to put together when you were a baby.|
ABBY shrugs as she completes the task.
|I dunno. There. All done.|
|I figure we can keep the port-a-crib in here until bedtime when we can move it into your room. I’ll see what I can do about rustling up a real crib tomorrow. I’m sure Lily or Renée can help me in that area.|
|Lily and DA Walcott?!|
GARRET realizes ABBY doesn’t know what’s gone on in the morgue for a while.
|Well… yeah. It’s a long story and I’ll tell you everything later, but Lily and Renée both have babies.|
|Wow. I mean Lily, yeah. I can picture her all eat up with motherhood, but Renée? The Ice Queen?|
GARRET chuckles under his breath.
|Yeah. She and her ex… well, it’s like I said before, one thing led to a mother.|
ABBY laughs with him as she now turns to take MATT out of his car seat. She checks his diaper and he’s wet. She takes a changing pad, baby wipes, and a diaper out of her bag and begins to clean her son up, laying him on the couch.
|A changing table.|
|A changing table. You’re going to need a changing table – somewhere to clean him up and store diapers and stuff.|
|We had one with you. And it converted into a dresser after we were through with it. |
He looks around at the few pieces of luggage that ABBY has brought with her.
|What else do you need?|
ABBY has a thoughtful look on her face as she fastens MATT’S sleeper back up.
|A stroller would be nice. It doesn’t have to be anything big or fancy… just something I can put him in to take him out in nice weather, or shopping so I don’t have to hold him the whole time.|
|I’ll take you shopping. There’s one of those big everything-you-need-for-a-baby stores not too far from here.|
|We can let Matt get in a nap and then maybe we can go?|
GARRET nods and sits beside them on the couch.
|Have you called your mother yet?|
|I called her office. Her secretary said she was out of the country on vacation. In Europe somewhere. She’ll be back in two weeks.|
|After the initial shock, you know she’s going to spoil that little guy to death?|
ABBY gives her dad another big, genuine smile.
26. INT. WOODY’S BPD CAR – EARLY EVENING
He’s driving and JORDAN is in the passenger seat. She looks fed-up with his attitude and actions. WOODY looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here.
|Do you want to explain to me what happened back there?|
WOODY is gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white.
JORDAN turns to him and gives him one of those I-can’t-believe-you-just-went-there
|Back there. At Dr. Garcia’s office. You remember? The one you stormed out of and slammed the door.|
|It was nothing, Jordan.|
|Bullshitting the doctor/patient privilege is not nothing, Woods.|
All is quiet for a moment as we watch WOODY grip the steering wheel tighter and
try to compose himself to answer.
|Well, it was. Bullshit. An entire family is dead and he wants us to pussyfoot around, waiting on a damn warrant.|
|He does have a point.|
WOODY turns to look at her quickly with a disbelieving look on his face.
|Whose side are you on, anyway?|
|Dr. Garcia is right. The entire family is dead. It’s not like the father is going to kill again. I think Dr. Garcia just wants everything done on the up and up -|
|So he can cover his own ass.|
JORDAN loses all patience now.
|Woody. Listen to yourself. Dr. Garcia only saw them one time. You can’t blame him for Lyle’s untreated neurosis. And even if you could, that’s not going to bring those boys back. (composes herself) We need to do this by the book.|
WOODY shakes his head, not believing what he’s hearing.
|Jordan Cavanaugh. Wanting to do things by the book? |
|If the Grissoms had been seeing any other counselors and they didn’t follow proper procedure, then we have to have a case that’ll stand up in court. And that means following the rules.|
(still being a prick)
|Meanwhile, there are two charred, little bodies back at the morgue with no one to claim them.|
|We’re doing the best we can, Woods. We all are.|
WOODY realizes he may have blown it with her. He runs a hand through his hair
and then down his face.
|I said “I’m sorry.” (beat) It’s just cases with kids…|
He grips the steering wheel again as the images of two young boys being tossed
around in truck seat run though his mind.
|I know… I know. Those cases get to all of us. (beat) Look, it’s after five now. Why don’t we go back to my apartment, order in some Chinese, you know, just chill for a while. We can even get one of those movies you like to watch.|
|You mean “Dumb and Dumber”?|
|Yeah. That’d be the one. No plot whatsoever and lots of bathroom humor and farting.|
WOODY grins back. He’s now kind of back to normal.
|There’s a plot there…|
|Well, it escapes me. Once you get me past the van with shag carpeting
on the outside, I don’t get it.
END OF ACT TWO
27. INT. WOODY’S APARTMENT-BEDROOM - 11:05 P.M.
The camera travels up the end of the bed. WOODY is on his side but changes positions
to his belly, then his other side. He’s obviously not sleeping well. JORDAN,
on the other hand, is sleeping soundly beside him, looking dead to the world
with her arms wrapped around her pillow comfortably.
The camera pans from the side of JORDAN’S head to WOODY’S face. We can see
sweat on his brow and his eyes are moving back and forth rapidly under the lids.
28. INT. LIVING ROOM – EVENING (FLASHBACK)
MUSIC “CAT STEVENS- FATHER AND SON”
It is typical 1970’s living room. A MAN and WOMAN in their early- to mid-twenties
are present. We are looking from a downward view, through the railing of a flight
of stairs. The MAN is wearing a sheriff’s jacket, wool lining around the collar,
gold star on the front. He is pacing back and forth in front of a couch where
the young WOMAN is sitting. She keeps bringing a tissue to her eyes and nose.
She’s obviously crying quietly. The man runs a hand through his hair and turns
so that we can see his face through the railing of the steps. He looks strikingly
like WOODY’S brother, CALVIN, but we know this can’t be. This scene is taking
place in the past. These are WOODY and CALVIN’S parents. Finally, we can make
out what is being said.
|No, Jack, I won’t… I can’t do that to the baby. |
She touches her belly and we now notice she’s got a slight bump there, indicating
she is a few months along in a pregnancy.
Her husband stops suddenly and drops down so that he is crouching down beside
her. He speaks softly but with conviction.
|JACK HOYT |
|Candace… Candace listen to me… (sighs raggedly) We can have more
children, baby; we have Woody.
Suddenly, the camera turns so that we are looking at the staircase at the large
blue eyes through which we now see we have been watching the scene. Having heard
his name mentioned, the little boy has perked up and grips the railing tighter
as he leans closer to hear.
|We know we can probably have more children. |
His voice falters a moment and he looks at the floor to poise himself.
|But - (beat) but I’ve only got one you |
This strikes a chord with CANDACE. She reaches out to stroke his cheek gently.
|Could you give up Woody? (beat) Knowing him… loving him now, could you have told me to just give him up because… because I’m sick?|
|That’s not fair. Woody’s - Woody’s three-years-old. |
He waves a hand toward the stairs.
|We’ve gotten to know him, and I don’t mean to sound uncaring, but we don’t know this - this baby yet, but me and - me and Woody…|
He pauses and reaches for her hands.
|We know you. (forcefully) We love you.
He looks up into her eyes from where he is crouched pleadingly, but his wife’s eyes are steady.
|I’ll start the treatments as soon as the baby is born. (beat) I swear, Jack. |
|That’s not fair, Can, I should have a say! (beat) This is my family too!|
29. INT. WOODY’S APARTMENT – CONTINUING (PRESENT)
WOODY is sitting upright in bed, breathing heavily. JORDAN sits up quickly beside
him and reaches out to rub his back.
30.INT. WOODY’S BEDROOM - A LITTLE LATER
We see JORDAN walking through the doorway in her pajamas, carrying a bottle
of water in one hand. She looks concerned as she walks over to the bed and hands
the bottle of water to WOODY who is sitting up against the headboard. He still
JORDAN watches as he downs half the bottle before leaning back and closing
his eyes with a sigh. Finally, JORDAN speaks.
|So… you wanna tell me what that was all about?|
WOODY doesn’t open his eyes but grunts. JORDAN is willing to wait him out. She
goes to the other side of the bed and climbs in, lying on her side with her
head propped up on a palm.
WOODY waits a few moments before turning over onto his stomach and wrapping
his arms around his pillow. He stares at the headboard for a long few moments
before he speaks.
|You know… he tried to make her get the cancer treatments while she was pregnant with Cal…|
He trails off, and JORDAN looks lost for a moment but then nods as realization sets in. She knows only to be there for him and offer what comfort she can.
|She found out she was pregnant the day after my third birthday. (beat) Happy Birthday, Woody, we’re replacing you with a newer model.|
He chuckles and shakes his head. That isn’t how he feels now, but, at three, that’s how it seemed to him.
|She was already into her second trimester when they found the cancer. It started out with nausea and vomiting. (sighs) They just figured it was morning sickness. But she started to lose some weight going into her 4th month. (beat) You know what her biggest concern was?|
JORDAN notices his slight smile and smiles softly back, shaking her head gently.
|She wanted to know if with the breast cancer she’d still be able to breastfeed the baby. |
JORDAN smiles softly and leans over to kiss his cheek softly.
|You had a very, very brave Mom, Woody. |
|Yeah, she was. (beat) I know that now, but I guess at the time… and especially when I was older and my dad told me she wouldn’t get the treatments because of Cal… I was… I was just so mad at her, ya know? |
|Yeah, I have some experience in the parent unfairly taken in my childhood
(smiles and looks at her)
|I know it sounds kinda morbid… but I’m glad we have that in common. (beat) I don’t know that anyone else I could ever be with could identify with my past as much as you can. (beat, sighs) But I bet your dad dealt with it a lot better than my old man. |
WOODY shakes his head and stares at the wall again. JORDAN can tell he’s lost in a memory.
|Well, your dad was what? In his mid-twenties when your mom died. (beat) He was practically a kid himself and suddenly he had two to raise on his own. |
She shakes her head, not even able to imagine the pressure and responsibility WOODY’S father suddenly was faced with in being both mother and father to two small boys.
|Yep, he was like a kid, sometimes he even took his ‘bottle’ at the same time as Cal. |
|We all have our vices, Wood. We all make mistakes. (beat) He could have done a lot worse than just drink his problems away. (beat) I mean, he never was abusive to you was he?|
WOODY shakes his head slowly. A quick flash of the truck on the side of the road and he squeezes his eyes shut tight.
|Not on purpose anyway. |
JORDAN watches him a moment and scoots over a little closer, rubbing his back over his t-shirt lightly.
|You wanna talk about it? |
WOODY opens his eyes and looks over at her. The love he sees in her eyes draws
his lips to hers. He reaches out and strokes her cheek with the back of his hand
and kisses her deeper.
JORDAN is no dummy. She knows what he wants right now and, just as he is seeking
her comfort, she is willing to give it to him. She knows whatever it is he wants
to tell her, he will when he’s ready.
She nods and moves closer to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as
WOODY rolls her to her back and climbs on top of her under the covers. They
FADE TO BLACK
31. INT GARRET’S APARTMENT - SAME NIGHT, 11:30 P.M.
GARRET is walking around the living room area, rocking a crying MATTHEW in his
arms. He paces back and forth, jostling the baby to try and settle him.
GARRET is obviously becoming a little frustrated. He goes to a bedroom door
and settles the baby into one arm and knocks with the hand of the other.
MATTHEW gets louder, so does GARRET.
The door opens slowly and an exhausted ABBY peeks out.
|Wha-? I was sleeping.|
GARRET rolls his eyes at her. ABBY steps into the hall as GARRET puts a screaming MATTHEW in her arms. ABBY looks annoyed and coos quietly, trying to settle MATTHEW as she follows GARRET out into the living area.
|Exactly! While I was rocking your screaming infant. (frustrated)
This isn’t like high school, Abby. This isn’t like that time you brought
a lost puppy home and I had to stay up all night nursing it back to health.
ABBY plops down on the couch and offers MATTHEW a knuckle to chew on which he accepts happily. She nods and gets up.
|Alright, alright… just, could you heat a bottle up for him before you go back to bed, I’ve got him now… I just… I just needed to sleep a little while.|
GARRET scoffs as he walks into the kitchen and begins fixing a bottle for the baby.
|Ha! (snorts) Between bottles, diapers… closet monsters… belly aches and…
and bad dreams, the next five or so years of your life are going
to be lacking in sleep, Abby.
He brings the warmed bottle into the living room, tests it on his wrist and
hands it to her.
ABBY thanks him and offers MATT the bottle which he immediately starts to suck
down. She smiles at him as he opens his eyes and coos as he looks up at her
|I think he’ll be worth it though… don’t you? |
She looks up at GARRET who smiles softly and sits down beside them, stroking his grandson’s head.
|Well, I can tell you his mother certainly was. |
They share a warm smile and ABBY leans into his side. GARRET kisses her head, then MATTHEW’S and leans back against the sofa back a moment thinking. He looks back down at them and when he sees ABBY’S eyes are drifting shut again, he jostles her.
(startles and groans)
|Oh, Daaaa-aad, I’m so tired.|
GARRET chuckles at her dramatics and, keeping an arm around her, starts rubbing her shoulder to keep her awake.
|Good. (smiles) Then you’re doing this parenting thing right. |
ABBY whines but then chuckles and settles back into his side as MATTHEW continues to drink quietly.
32. INT. WOODY’S APARTMENT - LATER THAT NIGHT
WOODY and JORDAN are lying in bed, covers pulled up over their now-bare bodies and tucked under arms. JORDAN lies snuggled into WOODY’S side. He is stroking her back lovingly as he stares up at the ceiling. They’ve obviously been lying there quietly for a while when suddenly, WOODY breaks the silence. He’s ready to talk.
|It was about… eight months after she died. |
He pauses a moment as JORDAN shifts her position a little to let him know she is awake and listening.
|I don’t remember too much of it. Just…just flashes here and there. (beat) I think Cal woke up first. (sigh) He wasn’t much more than a year old. Maybe thirteen, fourteen months and he just… he just started screaming for her. ‘Mama, mama’ over and over. (beat) The more he said it the more upset I got. I tried covering my ears but he was just too loud and so… I guess I just started calling for her too…|
There is a hint of guilt in his voice, as if he somehow has found a way to use this fact to blame himself for what happened next in the story.
|Dad was drinking. Most nights, he’d feed us, bathe us, put us to bed and crack open a few beers. (beat) He wasn’t… he didn’t plan on going out anywhere else that night so I guess he had a few more than normal and he just… lost it….|
JORDAN wraps her arms around his torso, holding him a little tighter as he continues.
|He threw open the door to our room and stumbled in, picked Cal up and told him to stop. (beat) She wasn’t coming home… he couldn’t have her… she was just gone and he should stop crying for her… I didn’t realize he was crying himself until he pulled me out of my bed and into the hall. |
JORDAN shakes her head.
|I’m so sorry, Woody. (beat) Then what happened?|
WOODY closes his eyes. He’s back in the flashback, his father carries CAL under
one arm, pulls him in his bare feet with the other, out onto the driveway and
puts them both in the back of his truck. They are still crying for their mother.
|I don’t… I don’t know why I couldn’t stop crying for her… but I couldn’t. We couldn’t. So he took us outside, put us in the truck and just kept saying ‘alright… if you want her we’ll go to her… we’ll go… I’ll take you to your Mama.’ I didn’t know what was wrong with him but I was terrified by how helpless he looked.|
WOODY stops a moment and reaches a hand up to quickly wipe his own eyes. JORDAN rubs his neck gently.
|My father… helpless. (shakes his head) He was a deputy then… I thought he was the bravest, strongest guy I’d ever met and… and to see him cry I didn’t know what the Hell was going on. (beat) We never made it to the cemetery. He swerved off the road into an embankment, hit a tree and smashed up the front of the truck. (beat) Of course the way that town was, they swept it under the rug. (beat) Poor, widowed deputy makes a bad call and gets behind the wheel with his boys in the car. (shrugs) I guess they figured almost getting us all killed in drunk driving accident was punishment enough for him. (beat) They should have taken us away from him. |
JORDAN lifts her head suddenly and looks at him.
|You don’t mean that.|
WOODY sighs and shakes his head.
|At least until he cleaned up his act. We should have gone and stayed with
family... he needed time to get over her death, to grieve for her without
worrying about getting two little kids fed and clothed. (beat) He only drank
occasionally after that, and when he knew we weren’t around. (beat) He finally
stopped completely when Cal and his buddies showed up smashed at a little
league game when they were twelve. (shakes head) He knew right
where they got the liquor. Funny, he didn’t want Cal or me to end up an
alcoholic like him. I guess Cal’s a good example of how badly I screwed
that up after the old man died.
JORDAN shakes her head and lifts it to look in his eyes.
|You didn’t screw anything up, Wood. (beat) Cal made his choices; we all make hard choices sometimes but hopefully, they are always our own and we can own up to them when we know they were the wrong ones. |
WOODY nods and wraps his arms around her more tightly.
|Thanks for listening to me. |
JORDAN smiles against his chest softly and nods.
|No problem. (holds hand out) That’s what part of the deal with the ring is. Thanks for sharing that with me. |
She kisses his cheek gently.
WOODY nods slowly and looks down at her.
|Good night, Jordan. |
END OF ACT THREE
33. INT. GARRET’S APARTMENT - LATER THAT NIGHT
ABBY and GARRET have just gotten little MATT to sleep. ABBY is tucking a blanket
over the baby, whose crib is still in the middle of the living room. She picks
up the bottle, carries it into the kitchen, and GARRET follows her. It’s obvious,
that despite the tender father/daughter moment earlier, he’s still agitated
over the situation.
|Whew. He’s finally asleep.|
|Don’t get too used to it. He’ll wake up in a few hours and… (points to bottle) …want a refill.|
|How well I know.|
GARRET is silent for a moment, watching his daughter rinse out the bottle and preparing another one to set in the refrigerator, waiting for MATT to wake up again.
|So what are you going to do now, Abby?|
ABBY is still tired and not following his chain of thought.
GARRET expounds patiently, but nearly biting each word off for emphasis.
|So. What. Are. You. Going. To. Do. Now?|
|I don’t know about you, but I’m going back to bed and see if I can’t at least get a couple of hours sleep before he wakes up again.|
(a bit impatient)
|No, that’s not what I mean. (beat) I mean, you have this baby. And where’s
the father in all this? What are you going to do? Do you have some kind
of general… plan? Or are you flying by the seat of your pants?
ABBY crosses arms over her chest and leans her back against the kitchen counter. For once, we see the truly adult ABIGAIL MACY. She’s weighing her words. She doesn’t want to tear into her father, but she’s obviously a little angry. Her voice instinctively lowers, so as not to wake MATT.
|Matt’s father. Brandon. He left when I was about seven months pregnant. |
She uncrosses arms and turns to look out the kitchen window. We see the light from the streetlights play across her worried face.
|When I first told him I was pregnant, he was cool with it. With everything. We were living together in an apartment. I was working as a waitress. He was working at one of those big box computer stores. Everything was going great. I thought ‘Wow… I finally got my act together. I have a job. Brandon’s a steady guy. We’re going to have a baby, be a family’. Then I went in for my second sonogram…|
GARRET is listening carefully, but hears the hurt in his daughter’s voice. He’s in pain for her.
ABBY covers her face with her hands.
|He freaked. Totally freaked out. By the time I got back in from work that
night, he had packed his stuff up and left. No note, no nothing. He wouldn’t
answer my calls. (pauses to regain control and removes hands from face)
I guess that second sonogram hit home. Matt wasn’t this tiny, little blobby-looking
thing. He was a baby. And Brandon couldn’t deal. So he packed up
|What did you do then?|
ABBY turns back around to lean against the counter and face her dad.
|Kept working. I had a baby coming, and I wasn’t sure how you and Mom would
take it. I’ve been such a screw-up most of my life… and this just
made that situation worse.
|Abby, we would have – |
|I know you would have. But this time it was different. I’m an adult now. |
She sniffs, very close to tears.
|So I put back as much money as I could, saving it, you know? My landlord agreed to go easy on the rent after Matt was born. So for a few months I did okay.|
|Yeah. I wanted to go back to work, but as weird as it sounds, I couldn’t afford to. Do you know how much daycare costs for infants?|
GARRET shakes his head – he’s kind of clueless. MAGGIE had stayed home with ABBY.
|No, but I can imagine it’s bad.|
|It would have taken most of my paycheck and some of my tip money. I didn’t know what to do….|
|Yeah. I don’t plan on living with you forever, Dad. Just until I can get my feet under me again. I want to get a job and then maybe pick up a class or two at the community college. |
|Something in accounting, maybe. I’ve always been pretty good with numbers.
(deep breath) I want to make something of myself. Be a good mom. Be able
to take care of my kid. Like you and Mom did.
GARRET is a bit taken back at the realization that his daughter has really grown
|So that’s the plan?|
|For right now. (sighs). I called Mr. Spellman while I was still in Cambridge. He said he could use me at his deli again.|
|Mr. Spellman? The guy you worked for in high school?|
|Yeah. He was glad to hear from me. Said he needed some ‘good, dependable help’. It’s not far from here and not too far from the college. (beat) Think maybe Lily would tell me where she has her baby in daycare?|
GARRET is smiling as he pulls his daughter in for a hug.
He pulls back to look at ABBY’S tired face.
|Now let’s both go grab some sleep. If past experience is any indicator, we’ve got about two good hours before Matt wants to hit the bottle again.|
34. INT. TRACE – EARLY MORNING
There’s stuff from the GRISSOM’S SUV and evidence from the house spread out. JORDAN and WOODY are there, going over the last of the reports. JORDAN looks tired, but WOODY looks like his soul’s been sucked out of him. This case has hit home in more ways than one.
|Nigel was right. From everything that he and forensics have been able to piece together, Lyle detonated the bomb. It wasn’t accidental|
|Why would he deliberately destroy his own family?
|Control. (sigh) He wanted total control. Over them…|
She gestures to some of the BOYS’ toys.
|… and his wife. |
|Obviously. The bomb was under Cindy’s seat. Lyle knew that in the end, she’d try to leave and take the boys with her. He couldn’t live with that.|
|So if he couldn’t have them, then no one could.|
All is quiet for a moment or two as WOODY and JORDAN look over all the evidence – toys, CINDY’S purse, the remains of the seat CINDY was in, and a the few pieces of the bomb that are left.
|It was all about control… not love.|
|I don’t think love fit anywhere in the equation. |
He pulls out his notebook and flips through it.
|According to Cindy’s family, she tried to leave several times before, claiming that Lyle was mentally and emotionally abusive to her and the boys.|
|He’d tell her that there was no way in hell a court would award her custody… she didn’t work, she had no income. She couldn’t take care of herself, much less them.|
|And she didn’t know that didn’t matter.|
|From what we’ve been able to get from the neighbors, the family kind of kept to themselves. Cindy was friendly enough, but Lyle always discouraged her from talking to them or taking part in neighborhood activities. The younger boy was too young for school. Cindy homeschooled the other one. Lyle did his best to keep them pretty isolated.|
|So they just had each other… and him.|
|Yeah. Cindy’s father told me that Lyle even discouraged visits to her family. Said they were trying to ‘poison her mind against him’. (sigh) Now look where that got her and her boys. Dead.|
They both are silent for a moment before JORDAN breaks it in an effort to get WOODY out of his reverie.
|No one held a gun to her head to get her to stay, Woods.|
|He might as well have. It may not have been a gun, but he sure as hell had them convinced there was no way out. (quieter) And in the end, there wasn’t. |
A flash of pain crosses WOODY’S face and JORDAN notices it. She realizes where
this is going for him and that, once again, it’s hitting too close to home for
JORDAN gently places her hand on his cheek.
|Cindy’s not your mom.|
WOODY looks older than his years at the moment.
|I know. But there was no way out for her, either.|
|You can’t stay mad at her forever.|
|Cindy knew what was going on. Dr. Garcia and her parents told
her, tried to help her get out, and she wouldn’t… she wouldn’t.
It’s bad enough that she died, but those boys? I don’t know who’s guiltier,
her or Lyle.
|It’s true. She didn’t protect her kids.|
|She couldn’t have known about the bomb, or she would have never gotten in that SUV. She did the best she could. Just like your mom did.|
There is a long, silent moment and then WOODY closes his eyes against his tears.
|She could have started the treatments earlier.|
|And risk Cal’s life? I don’t think so. Your mother wasn’t that kind of woman.|
WOODY opens his eyes and the tears are still there.
|I know… I know… but after all these years, I still miss her.|
JORDAN wraps her arms around him.
|And you always will. It’s just time to let it go. |
35. INT. GARRET’S APARTMENT – A FEW DAYS LATER
The living room area is now neat and clean, as MATT has a “regular”
crib that’s in ABBY’S room. GARRET is holding MATT, talking baby-talk to his
grandson, when ABBY walks in from her bedroom, dressed and ready for work.
|You’re going to spoil him.|
|That’s my right. I’m a grandfather. I can spoil the hell out of him…|
He turns the baby over to ABBY.
… and give him back.
ABBY takes MATT and smiles at her dad.
|It’s my right.|
ABBY rolls her eyes and grabs the diaper bag off the couch.
|Thanks for giving us a ride in, Dad.|
GARRET takes his keys off the coffee table.
|No problem. Mr. Spellman’s deli is on the way to the morgue, anyway. (beat) You really like working there?|
|Yeah, I do. They’re nice people. It’s not my career goal in life, but it’ll do just fine for a while.|
|When do you start classes?|
|I register next month. Then classes start in July.|
ABBY nods as she heads for the door.
|English 111 and basic accounting.|
GARRET holds the door open for her.
|Just kidding, just kidding.|
36. EXT. SIDEWALK OUTSIDE GARRET’S APARTMENT – CONTINUING
GARRET, ABBY and MATT are getting in to GARRET’S car.
37. INT. GARRET’S CAR - CONTINUING
GARRET helps ABBY get MATT fastened in his car seat in the back before they both get in the front seat and head towards MATT’S daycare. GARRET keeps looking in the rearview mirror at his grandson who is happily cooing and kicking. A warm feeling spreads over him and you can see it on GARRET’S face. His daughter is home. She’s still clean, she’s working, and planning for the future. His grandson is growing and thriving. He says nothing for the few minutes it takes to drive to the daycare center.
|You know, Abby, you and Matt are welcome to stay with me.|
ABBY is a little leery. This is the biggest smile she’s seen on her dad’s face since middle school.
|I promise, Dad, it’ll only be until I can save a little money. Get back on my feet – |
|No, I mean it. (turns to her) I know it won’t be forever. I don’t expect that. You’ll want a place to call your own. But until then, I just want you to know… to know…I’m proud of you, Abigail. And I want to help you anyway that I can.|
ABBY is startled at this sudden change in her father and tears up a little.
She squeezes her father’s hand hard.
|That - that means a lot.|
GARRET is now smiling through his own tears.
He glances back at MATT as he pulls up in front of the daycare.
|Now I guess you need to get him inside.|
ABBY is laughing through her tears.
|Yeah. No being late to work|
38. EXT. SIDEWALK NEAR DAYCARE - CONTINUING
The camera pans out and we watch ABBY carefully lift MATT’S car seat out and take him inside. GARRET is watching everything from the rearview mirror. We see him smile widely again, finally at peace with everything (and everybody) in his life.
39. INT. JORDAN’S OFFICE – SAME MORNING
WOODY’S there. They are wrapping up the last few details of the Grissom case so that the morgue can release the bodies of the parents and the two boys. WOODY looks slightly better and you can see nothing but sympathy in JORDAN’S eyes for him. He’s standing in the doorway looking through his notebook. She’s leaning against her desk, facing him with her arms crossed.
|I called Dr. Garcia. Told him the investigation was over. That I didn’t think there was anyway anyone could have guessed what Lyle had in mind.|
|No one except Lyle himself.|
|Yeah. Dr. Garcia did sound relieved.|
|It helped him dodge any lawsuit.|
|Or censure by an ethics board. |
He closes his notebook, looks at her with a weary face and waits a beat.
|So I guess it’s over.|
She pulls away from the desk to go stand in front of him, her fingers playing with his tie.
|Did it end like you wanted it to, Farm Boy?|
WOODY looks down into her eyes with obvious love and deep affection.
|You always want someone to blame in these situations. Someone to nail to the wall and take responsibility. The fact is… |
He gives a deep sigh and runs his fingers through his hair.
|… sometimes the person that is to blame isn’t there. And sometimes, there’s just no one to blame.|
JORDAN nods and looks back him with the same emotions.
|Sometimes, that’s just the way it is. (kisses him softly) Are you okay now?|
|Yes. No. (shrugs) I don’t know. Part of my life I blamed Cal. Part of my life I blamed Mom. I don’t blame Dad for trying to talk her into getting treatments early, but I don’t blame her for wanting Cal, either. But I guess… I guess most of all, I’ve blamed myself. I should have done more. For her and for Cal. And most of all, for Dad. He left me in charge after he died… and in some way, I’ve always blamed myself for… everything.|
|You know it’s not your fault. You’re not to blame. You were just four years-old. And Cal made his own choices. Just like your dad. |
WOODY turns slightly from her and lightly hits the wooden doorframe with his fist.
|I know. The rational part of me knows. It’s just sometimes that four year-old kid rises to the surface.|
(kissing him again)
|That’s okay. He’s a cutie.|
WOODY turns back to look at her and grins.
|Thanks. I’ll remember that. (straightens his tie) Guess I’d better get back and finish this report. |
He gets ready to walk down the hall after kissing her on the forehead.
(watching him go)
|Call me if you need anything.|
40. INT. HALLWAY – CONTINUING
WOODY has his back to her as he continues walking; he raises one hand in good-bye.
JORDAN watches him walk down the hall to the elevators, still taking in his slumped shoulders. This case has lowered the last barrier between them and now she realizes that WOODY’S control issues have nothing to do with a “knight in shining armor” complex. It has everything to do with the fact that he was still trying to be the perfect son. Knowing he’s still hurting and needing some kind of closure, she goes back into her office and picks up the phone.
|Emy… do you happen to know what funeral home is handling the Grissom boys’ funeral?|
END OF ACT FOUR
41. INT. MORGUE HALLWAY-7:49 P.M.
GARRET is turning off the lights to his office and locking the door for the
night when NIGEL appears from the trace evidence room into the hallway beside
|Doctor M. (surprised) Thought you’d gone home for the night. (pause and smile.) How’s the Father Knows Best gig going with Abby and that cute little tyke of hers? |
GARRET smiles as he and NIGEL walk towards the elevator together. He thinks for a few steps and then nods as he pushes the button for the elevator.
|It’s going…well. (beat) It’s going really well, Nige. |
They step on the car together and NIGEL looks pleased. He’s a sucker for a happy ending.
|Well that’s great. She’s really grown up, huh? |
GARRET smiles and looks at NIGEL as he presses the first floor button.
|Yeah. (beat) Me too. |
NIGEL looks over, a little puzzled, and the doors close in front of them.
42. INT. GARRET’S APARTMENT- 8:33 P.M.
GARRET walks into the apartment quietly and hears soft crying from ABBY’S room.
He puts his things down and quietly goes to her door and peeks in. ABBY is sitting
in a rocking chair by her bedroom window rocking MATT in her arms.
She is singing to him softly as he settles down and stares up at her, watching
her face closely as she sings.
GARRET can’t help but lean against the doorframe and watch them.
(not looking up)
|Are you gonna come in or just stand there?|
She smiles and looks over towards the door finally and GARRET is smiling.
|How’d you know I was there? |
ABBY smiles and rolls her eyes as she stands and carries MATT over to him, passing him off gently to her father.
|You used to do that when I was little. Stand in my doorway and watch me sleep. |
GARRET nods and kissed MATT’S head gently as he carries him over to the crib and places him in gently.
|Why didn’t you ever say anything if you knew I was there? |
ABBY shrugs and leans against the rail of the crib beside him, watching MATT sleep.
|I dunno. It was like a secret little thing. (beat) I thought you knew I was awake and you were just playing along.|
GARRET chuckles softly and nods.
|What would you say if I told you I did know you were awake and
I WAS just playing along?
ABBY smiles and leans her head on his shoulder.
|I’d say… that I hope I can have a secret deal like that with Matt one day. |
GARRET wraps an arm around her again and kisses her head.
The camera pulls back through the door slowly, leaving the little family together.
43. EXT. ALL SAINTS CEMETERY- TWO DAYS LATER, MORNING
MUSIC “STEVE EARLE- THE BOY WHO NEVER CRIED”
JORDAN and WOODY are standing amongst other mourners at the graves of the
They listen to the priest but it is clear they are both far away in thought.
WOODY is looking at the little white caskets of the boys. JORDAN sees where
he is looking and reaches a hand over to silently hold his. He turns his head
and smiles his appreciation at her.
44. EXT. ALL SAINTS CEMETERY- AS THE FUNERAL ENDS
People are beginning to leave before the caskets are lowered into the graves.
Only WOODY and JORDAN remain along with the cemetery workers. WOODY has been
holding JORDAN’S hand for the duration of the service. Now he lets go, looks
at her and steps forward. JORDAN nods and steps back as he walks up to the smallest
of the caskets and gently places a Superman action figure on the top. His hand
remains on the lid for a long moment and his eyes close.
When he steps back he looks over to see JORDAN still standing off to the side
of the gravesite.
WOODY walks over to her, takes her hand again and nods.
|Come on. (beat) Let’s go. |
JORDAN leans into his side as they head back towards the car.
45. INT. WOODY’S APARTMENT-LATER THAT NIGHT
The camera is on an old picture of WOODY’S family. His mother and father sitting
on a porch swing with young WOODY and CAL on their laps. Everyone is smiling
even though it is obvious from her frail body and the scarf around her head
that WOODY’S mother is sick. Despite that, they are all together and smiling.
It was probably one of the last moments of its kind for the four of them.
The camera pans to the bottom of WOODY’S couch. We see his feet
and JORDAN’S together and the camera follows up their bodies to show them snuggled
together on the couch. They are dressed for bed and look relaxed despite the
week they’ve had.
Both are looking at the picture of WOODY’S family on the coffee
WOODY is stroking JORDAN’S hair. He pulls back and looks down
|Whatcha thinkin’ about? |
JORDAN sighs and shakes her head, still looking at the picture.
|Mothers. Fathers. (beat) How brave they have the capacity to be in the face of adversity. (beat) My mom, your mom, Lily… Jesus, now Abby. (shakes her head) How brave our dads were to step up and take the responsibility for raising us when they basically had no idea what the hell they were doing but still somehow managed to turn out reasonably stable citizens for kids. |
WOODY smiles at this and holds her closer.
|I think… that parenting in general is pretty much a game of trial and error, no matter the circumstance. (beat) You’re right… nobody is the perfect parent. (beat) You just… do the best you can, love your kids, provide for them, treat them right and pray every night that they can raise a kid of their own some day. (beat) Children should be cherished, not controlled. And never, ever taken for granted. |
JORDAN smiles knowingly and looks up at him again.
|Nice segue, Woods. |
WOODY looks at her innocently.
JORDAN shakes her head, rolls her eyes and lies back down against his side.
|Doesn’t the idea of being responsible for another human life… terrify you? (beat) Even a little bit? |
WOODY smiles. He’s been busted. He shrugs and kisses her head.
|Sure, having a kid is definitely going to be scary, challenging, tiring,
and damn expensive… but uh…
He shrugs again and looks over at the picture of his parents. Of his mother who
loved her babies so much that she was willing to die so that one of them could
|… it also could be kinda… wonderful. (beat) Don’t you think? |
JORDAN is silent as she follows his gaze again to the picture of WOODY’S family.
Can she really picture herself as a mother? She never pictured herself marrying
someone either but she had WOODY’S ring on her finger, didn’t she?
The camera closes in on JORDAN’S face as a Mona Lisa smile slowly creeps to
|Yeah. (beat) Maybe it could be.|
FADE TO BLACK
This episode of Crossing Jordan Virtual Season Seven
is lovingly dedicated to the memory of Ilene Beattie,
Madambeth’s grandmother, who passed away April 3, 2008.
It is also affectionately dedicated to Beth,
who has so generously given of her time and her talents to this project.
The VS7 artists, staff, and writers.
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