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Episode #VS728


Old Habits Die Hard

Crossing Jordan Virtual Season 7

“Old Habits Die Hard”

Written by
NCCJFAN

Art by
HarborRunner

 

“Crossing Jordan Virtual Season 7” is a fan-based effort not intended to infringe on the rights of Tailwind Productions, NBC/Universal or any of the other copyright holders of “Crossing Jordan.” No money was made from the writing or posting of any content.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE


Jordan Cavanaugh
Detective Woodrow “Woody” Hoyt
Garret Macy
Nigel Townsend
Kate Switzer
Mahesh “Bug” Vijayaraghavensatanaryanamurthy
Lily Lebowski

Renée Walcott
Detective Annie Capra
Detective Matt Seely
Detective Eddie Winslow
Receptionist
Zach Franklin
Cody Baker
Vance Markis
Leader One
Leader Two
Wedding Invitation Sender
Nancy Craven
Priest
Large Woman
Man

 

SET LIST

INTERIORS
MORGUE
   JORDAN’S OFFICE
   TRACE

JORDAN’S APARTMENT

MERCY GENERAL HOSPITAL
   ER
   HALLWAY
   HALLWAY OUTSIDE ROOM 115

RENTAL CAR

BPD 19th PRECINCT
   WAITING AREA
   INTERROGATION ROOM ONE
   INTERROGATION ROOM TWO
   INTERROGATION ROOM THREE
   HALLWAY

RENEE WALCOTT’S OFFICE

RESTAURANT

 

EXTERIORS
OUTSIDE JORDAN’S APARTMENT

DC SIDEWALK

OUTDOOR WEDDING SETTING
   WEDDING AREA
   RECEPTION AREA

OUTSIDE COURTHOUSE

 

TEASER


Chapel of Love - The Dixie Cups

1. JORDAN’S OFFICE - MORNING

JORDAN is sitting at her desk, going through her mail.

JORDAN
(under her breath)
Bill, bill, bill… sales paper… medical examiner convention information… bill… bill… whoa!


She gives one particular envelope a careful going over, turning it around in her hand. WOODY pops into her office with a cup of Starbucks.

Invitation

WOODY
Whoa, what?

He hands her the cup. She looks up and, with a smile, takes the coffee.

JORDAN
Good morning.

Despite his curiosity, WOODY smiles back widely at her.

WOODY
Morning… what’s ‘whoa’ about?


JORDAN
(shrugging)
Just the mail routine… it’s all this regular stuff… and then this...

She taps the envelope on the desk, looking as if it might bite her.

JORDAN (cont’d)
thing.


WOODY
Thing?


JORDAN
This invitation-looking thingie.


WOODY
Who’d send an invitation to the morgue?


JORDAN
Someone who doesn’t have my home address?


WOODY
Or knows you spend more time here than at home?


JORDAN
(pointed look)
I’m getting better.


WOODY
(grinning)
Not by much.

He nods towards the envelope, still unopened in JORDAN’S hand.

WOODY (cont’d)
Who’s it from?

JORDAN is still looking at the envelope as if it might bite her.

JORDAN
I don’t know.


WOODY
(a bit impatiently)
Then open it.

JORDAN carefully opens the envelope. It’s one of those two-part ones. The inner envelope reads Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh and Escort.

JORDAN
It’s a wedding invitation.

WOODY’S curiosity is really getting to him. He bends down to look at the invitation.

WOODY
Who’s getting married?

JORDAN jerks the invitation away and holds it to her chest.

JORDAN
You’ll never guess… not in a million years.

WOODY is still leaning towards her, trying to get a look.


WOODY
An old roommate?

JORDAN presses her lips together and shakes her head no.


WOODY (cont’d)
(leans closer)
A former colleague?

JORDAN shakes her head no once again and is trying to suppress laughter.

WOODY (cont’d)
(tentatively, still close)
Slokum?


JORDAN
(incredulous)
Slokum would send us a wedding invitation?

WOODY bites his lip and shakes his head.

WOODY
No.


JORDAN
Come on… you’ll never guess… not in a million years….


WOODY
Probably not… but…

He is now close enough to goose her in the side and as she jerks away, he grabs the invitation.

WOODY (cont’d)
… I can read really well.

He glances the invitation over and is obviously startled.

WOODY (cont’d)
Well… I’ll be damned.



END OF TEASER

Crossing Jordan Theme

 

ACT ONE

 


2. INT. JORDAN’S APARTMENT - EVENING

It is the same evening after getting the wedding invitation. WOODY’S sitting at her bar and JORDAN’S cleaning up after dinner.

WOODY
I can’t believe he couldn’t even get the morgue’s address right! It went three other places before it came to your office.

He picks up the invitation that’s sitting on the counter and looks at it again.

WOODY (cont’d)
Crap! Do you realize that means the wedding is this weekend?


JORDAN
(smiling)
Yes… and we are still soooooo going. I have to meet the woman that caught him.


WOODY
(grinning evilly)
Who said it was a woman?


JORDAN
Babe, the wedding is not in Massachusetts.

WOODY is still thoughtfully looking at the invitation.

WOODY
We should rent a car.


JORDAN
(slightly defiant)
The ‘Camino can make it…


WOODY
(gives her a look)
Jordan. That car? It’s been sunk in a lake….


JORDAN
(chin up defiantly)
It’s a classic… solid… dependable… and I just had new tires put on it.

WOODY sighs the sigh of a long-suffering man.

WOODY
It won’t make it to D.C…. it’ll croak on the side of the road.


JORDAN
It’ll do fine. Your Chevelle wouldn’t make it to the city limits.

WOODY holds up his hands, admitting defeat.

WOODY
We’re not talking about my car, which I admit wouldn’t make it to the city limits. The Chev is made to ride around town in.


JORDAN
(smug)
So if it breaks down, I can come get you in my ‘Camino.


WOODY
All I’m sayin’ is that maybe we should think about renting a car. The drive to D.C. is gonna take a while and we might as well be comfortable. That El Camino drives like a tank and smells like a wet dog.


JORDAN
(a little huffy)
Does not.


WOODY
(gives her another look)
Jordan…


JORDAN
(backing off)
Okay, okay… We should think about renting a car to drive to the wedding. (pauses) But DC should be nice this time of year… the Japanese cherry trees should be in bloom about now…


WOODY
(a little cynically)
And the tourists will be out in full force.


JORDAN
Woody…

She strokes one finger down the side of his face as she looks him in the eyes.

JORDAN (cont’d)
… it’ll be nice. You know… just the two of us… the open road…


WOODY
Traffic and speed traps….


JORDAN
(laughs softly)
You’re a fellow officer… all you gotta do is flash the badge.

WOODY ignores her, still giving the impression he really doesn’t want to go.

WOODY
Over-priced hotels and uncomfortable clothes….

JORDAN comes around the side of the bar to wrap her arms around his waist.

JORDAN
Come on… be a sport… Me… you… a hotel with room service and we only have to be in the uncomfortable clothes for a few hours… (lowers voice suggestively) then we can come back to the hotel and get out of those uncomfortable clothes and get more… (kisses the line of his jaw) comfortable.


WOODY
(wrapping his arms around her)
That sounds like a plan. (tilts head to let her continue kissing down his neck) Keep that up and we won’t be leavin’ your apartment any time soon…

She pulls back to look him in the eyes.


JORDAN
And that would be a bad thing?


WOODY
(raises eyebrows)
Not necessarily… but Drew Haley might get pissed if we miss his wedding.




3. INT. MERCY GENERAL E.R. - NIGHT

The place is a zoo. People are being brought in from ambulances on stretchers, and injured people are in the waiting room. At the desk, phones are ringing off the hook. Nurses, doctors, and orderlies are everywhere. The side doors open and BUG and KATE come in, both carrying their kits.

BUG shifts his kit from hand to hand, looking around, maybe just a bit nervous.

BUG
Are you sure we’re in the right place? I mean, usually we’re directed to the basement.

KATE sighs just a bit, looking tired.

KATE
Yeah. The call said to meet the officers at the emergency room… I don’t understand it either.


BUG
And the hospital usually delivers to us.

KATE steps up to the desk and shows the receptionists her M.E. badge.

KATE
Dr. Kate Switzer, M.E.’s office. Detective Capra asked that we meet her here.

The RECEPTIONIST looks just as tired as DR. SWITZER and a whole lot more ragged out as she checks the notes on her desk.

RECEPTIONIST
Switzer, Switzer… yeah. They’re waiting for you down the hall. Room 115.



4. INT. MERCY GENERAL E.R. HALLWAY - CONTINUING

KATE turns to walk down the hall, motioning for BUG to follow.

5. INT. MERCY GENERAL E.R. OUTSIDE ROOM 115 – CONTINUING

KATE and BUG meet CAPRA and two UNIFORMED OFFICERS outside the room.

KATE
(nodding)
Detective Capra.


CAPRA
Dr. Switzer… Bug…


BUG nods in acknowledgement.

Unusual circumstances

KATE
Well, this is unusual. Usually we’re making our calls in the dark, dank basement of this joint…


CAPRA
I know, but these are special circumstances….


BUG is nervous again at the mention of special circumstances.

BUG
How?


CAPRA
We have a rape victim…

KATE’S brow wrinkles in confusion.

KATE
But don’t your guys handle that sort of thing?

CAPRA lowers her voice just a little, pulling KATE and BUG over to the side.

CAPRA
Like I said, this is-


BUG
Special?

CAPRA looks between KATE and BUG.

CAPRA
Yeah. Very special. A uniform got a call a couple of hours ago.

She nods to an OFFICER standing outside Room 115.

CAPRA (cont’d)
A female victim called and said she had been raped. The officer responded, called a bus, and got her to Mercy.


KATE
(sighing wearily)
Let me guess… she’s a councilman’s wife, a senator’s girlfriend… Someone that needs “special” treatment.


CAPRA
(shaking head)
No... (pause) Actually she’s an exotic dancer.

KATE pauses for a moment herself, just a bit taken aback.

KATE
A stripper?


CAPRA
Yeah, if you want to call it that. She dances at private parties and such.


BUG
And so… why are we here?


CAPRA
We need you to do a live autopsy.


KATE
(incredulous)
A live autopsy on a rape case?


CAPRA
(nodding)
The victim claims to have been raped while dancing at a private party for a group of male university students.


BUG
(still somewhat confused)
So the school wants it hushed?


CAPRA
The university…? Sure. But more so the mayor’s office.


KATE
And just what school is involved?


CAPRA
(lowering her voice)
Harvard.


KATE
(eyes widen)
Oh, shit… and the students?


CAPRA
The lacrosse team… the all-white lacrosse team… and our victim is African-American


All three exchange looks, remembering the riots that took place over a year earlier.



6. EXT. JORDAN’S APARTMENT – FOLLOWING MORNING

Life In the Fast Lane - The Eagles

WOODY and JORDAN are outside her apartment, loading their baggage and things into their compact rental car.

WOODY
(incredulous, slightly irritated)
Three suitcases? You need three suitcases for one weekend?

JORDAN looks back at him with one eyebrow raised.

JORDAN
It’s a wedding.

WOODY is huffing and puffing as he puts her bags in the trunk.


WOODY
So?


JORDAN
(patiently)
It’s. A. Wedding. I can’t just take a couple of pair of jeans and a few shirts and mix and match. I need a dress. I need hose. I need shoes and jewelry…


WOODY
Three bags worth?

JORDAN rescues one of the bags out of his impatient hands.

JORDAN
It’s not three bags. It’s two bags and a garment bag. And the garment bag needs to go in back seat so it can hang up and my dress won’t get so wrinkled.


She opens the back car door and hangs the garment bag on the hanger hook.

WOODY is still wrestling with getting her bags and his bags in the trunk of their compact car.

WOODY
We should have rented a sedan.


JORDAN
And what? Look like a middle-aged married couple?

WOODY finally succeeds in getting the bags situated and is now slamming the trunk.

WOODY
Comfort. One of the reasons for getting a rental car was comfort, Jordan. Not how we look.


JORDAN
(wagging eyebrows)
But it’s a convertible!

WOODY opens his car door and gets in.



7. INT. RENTAL CAR - CONTINUING

WOODY
And we all know what happened the last time you rented a convertible.


JORDAN
(getting in on her side)
That was a classic car, Woodrow. A 1955 Cadillac convertible…

WOODY is buckling his own seatbelt and starting the car.

WOODY
… That had no oil pressure and left us stranded in the desert.


JORDAN
(pausing, remembering)
I seem to remember that as being kind of… romantic.

WOODY nearly glares, sliding the seat forwards and backwards, trying to get more leg room. His frustration level is now over the top from the lack of space and having to deal with the luggage.

WOODY
I’m sorry… was that before or after the alien-hunter and the bug-spray nap?


JORDAN
(kind of hurt)
That was our first kiss.


WOODY
(pausing, cooling off)
You’re right. (turns to look at her) Sorry.


JORDAN
(trying to perk up a little)
I printed out the driving directions.


She hands him computer print outs.

WOODY takes the papers from her and mulls over them for a few minutes.

WOODY
This won’t work.

Now JORDAN is fed up with his attitude.

JORDAN
Whad’ya mean this won’t work?


WOODY
Highway 15 out of New York? We’re bound to be able to pick up 95 before that.

JORDAN is losing all patience with the man.

JORDAN
Woody. We don’t have the time to get lost… the wedding is the day after tomorrow.

WOODY starts the car and pulls out into the early morning rush hour traffic.


WOODY
All I’m sayin’ is that there’s bound to be a quicker way than this… seven hours and forty-seven minutes is ridiculous.


The camera pulls back so we see the rear of the car as they drive away. With all the hand gesturing, we know that they’re still arguing.

 

END OF ACT ONE

 

ACT TWO


8. INT. BPD 19th PRECINCT WAITING AREA- MORNING

The place is hopping. There are African-American community leaders in a waiting area, obviously upset.

9.INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE INTERROGATION ROOMS – CONTINUING

In the interrogation rooms there are three young, Caucasian men – one man in each room. CAPRA is in one of the rooms with one guy, WINSLOW is in another, and SEELY is in the last room. WALCOTT is behind the mirrored window, watching the interrogations.

10. INT. INTERROGATION ONE – CONTINUING

CAPRA is sitting across from one of the university students, looking at her file.

CAPRA
Zach, right? It says here your name is Zach Franklin?


ZACH
(nodding nervously)
Yes, ma’am.


CAPRA
(still looking through file)
Says you’re at Harvard on an academic scholarship…

ZACH nods.

CAPRA closes the file and leans closer to ZACH.

CAPRA (cont’d)
Okay, Zach. Tell me what happened.


ZACH
(swallowing nervously)
I’ve already told the officers -


CAPRA
I know. But tell me.


ZACH
We pitched some money together… bought some beer… (runs hand through hair) We thought it’d be fun, you know? Hire a stripper… have her dance.


CAPRA
And was it?


ZACH
No! When she got there, she smelled like she had bathed in Jack…


CAPRA
So you all were angry that she showed up drunk and didn’t dance to your expectations?


ZACH
No! She came in… did her thing… and left.

CAPRA leans in closer still, trying for the kill.

CAPRA
Did her thing?


ZACH
She. Danced. We paid her. She left. End of story. No one laid a finger on her.


CAPRA
And you were there the entire time?


ZACH
(hesitantly)
Ah… no… not the entire time…

CAPRA raises one eyebrow, signaling for ZACH to continue.


ZACH (cont’d)
I left… right after she danced.


CAPRA
And followed her to the bathroom…


ZACH
No! I left! I took a cab, stopped by the ATM machine on the corner to get some cash -


CAPRA
Cash? Why did you need cash? Were you and this stripper hooking up later?


ZACH
No! No way. I was hungry… and wanted some Chinese…


CAPRA
You left a party with a stripper early… because you wanted Chinese?


ZACH
Yes! I swear.

He rummages around in his pants pocket, produces a receipt for his food and lays it on the table.

ZACH (cont’d)
See?

CAPRA glances at the receipt and notes the time stamp on it.

CAPRA
So if we pull the surveillance tapes at that ATM machine, we’re going to get a frame of your face with a time stamp on it that backs up your statement?


ZACH nods nervously.

CUT TO:

11. INTERROGATION TWO - CONTINUING

EDDIE WINSLOW is speaking with another student/person of interest. EDDIE appears to be doing a “relaxed” interrogation.

WINSLOW
(looking at CODY’S file)
Says here that your father is a city councilman.

CODY BAKER is more hostile than ZACH was.

CODY BAKER
So? What does that have to do with anything?


WINSLOW
So… maybe everything. Maybe you’re telling us one thing, when another thing really happened.


CODY
You’ve got it all wrong, Detective.

A slow smile spreads across WINSLOW’S face.


WINSLOW
Maybe not. Maybe you’re trying to protect your family… maybe you’re trying to protect your father’s reputation. We all know how fickle politics can be.


CODY
I told you, the chick was too wasted to do anything! Nobody touched her.


WINSLOW
That’s not what she said. She’s sayin’ that the three of you locked yourselves and her in the bathroom and forced her to have sex with you.


CODY
(angrily defiant)
That. Didn’t. Happen.

WINSLOW leans forward to try to rattle this guy.

WINSLOW
So you’re saying nobody… nobody stopped this woman from leaving after she finished her… dance?


CODY
(nodding vigorously)
That’s right. She came. She danced. Vance paid her and she left. Just like that.

WINSLOW waits a beat, trying to trip this guy up.

WINSLOW
And then you followed her to the bathroom…


CODY
(exasperated)
I’m tellin’ you. Nobody followed her to the bathroom. She didn’t go to the bathroom when she finished dancing. She asked to use it before… she… danced. She had to change into her… costume. (a little more earnestly) But honestly, detective, no one followed her in there. She went in by herself, came out by herself, danced, we paid her, she left.


WINSLOW
(another beat)
So what did you do after she was finished?


CODY
I hung out a while… then I went back to my apartment.


WINSLOW
Anyone vouch for this?


CODY
My girlfriend. Ask her. I was home before one.

CUT TO:

12. INT. INTERROGATION THREE - CONTINUING

SEELY is with VANCE MAKRIS, the third student. SEELY is standing, propped up against the wall, arms folded across his chest, listening to VANCE’S story.

SEELY
Come on. You can’t tell me you guys hired a stripper just to see her dance. You could have saved yourself a couple of Benjamins and just watched “Dancing with the Stars”.

VANCE is tired and frustrated, but trying to be rational about this whole situation.


VANCE
That sounds like a really good idea now.


SEELY
(more forcefully)
Tell me the truth… you guys were looking for some action.


VANCE
No, sir. We just wanted to have some fun.

SEELY pauses and then continues more quietly, but forcefully.

SEELY
So you raped her.


VANCE
No. Nobody touched her. She was too drunk. She could barely stand up.


SEELY
So you’re tellin’ me that a room full of testosterone driven guys… who are just about to complete an undefeated lacrosse season… watched a stripper take off her clothes, and nobody got a rise out of it and wanted to do something about it?


VANCE
(shaking head)
No… as a matter of fact, a lot of the guys didn’t even hang around to watch her.


SEELY
(disbelieving)
Come on… she’s not an ugly woman

SEELY raises his eyebrows, clearly wondering if this guy is trying to hide something.

You can't handle the truth...

VANCE looks the detective clearly in the eyes.

VANCE
She was so drunk she could barely put one foot in front of the other, much less dance. She tripped over her own feet… lost a shoe… you could smell the alcohol on her when she came through the door….

Exasperated, he runs his hand through his hair again before he tries to pin SEELY with a glare.

VANCE (cont’d)
Look. My old man’s a lawyer. Do you really think I’d be sitting here without council if I had anything to hide?

SEELY says nothing but glances to the mirrored window that RENEE is behind. He tilts his head towards the exit door, indicating he’ll meet her in the hallway.

13. INT. BPD HALLWAY - CONTINUING

RENEE So all three boys have the same story. She came, she danced, they paid her and she left. No one touched her. SEELY jerks his thumb back towards the interrogation room door.

SEELY
All three of the suspects indicate our vic may have been drinking.


RENEE
(nodding)
I wonder if any of the other players were close enough to notice.


SEELY
But she picked those three out of a photo line up.


RENEE
Not exactly….

She stops as someone in the waiting area calls her name. All chaos has broken loose as those in the African-American community are loudly demanding answers.


RENEE (cont’d)
Hang on… I’ll be back with you in a minute. Let me go put out this fire before things get ugly… again.

SEELY watches her walk down the hallway to the waiting area, holding her hands up, trying to get everyone to quiet down and listen.


14. INT. WALCOTT’S OFFICE - AFTERNOON

KATE is there along with CAPRA, who’s the lead detective. Everyone’s face is tense. RENEE is pacing, her arms folded across her chest. She does that for a few minutes until she finally turns to face CAPRA.

RENEE
What’ve we got so far?


CAPRA
They all have the same story. It sounds like a broken record: she came, danced, collected her money, and left.


RENEE
You mean rehearsed?


CAPRA
(nodding)
Yeah… although several others of the lacrosse team mentioned she wasn’t the steadiest thing on her feet. Another two mentioned they thought they could smell booze on her when she came in, but they weren’t really sure because there was a keg or two at the party-


KATE
(butting in)
Blood came back positive for alcohol. The lady had BLA of .10.


RENEE
(nodding in agreement)
So she was more than drunk.


CAPRA
Definitely unsteady on her feet. The boys said she lost a shoe in the middle of her … performance and it didn’t make a difference. She was as klutzy before she lost it as afterwards.


RENEE
That bad?


CAPRA
A couple of the guys told Vance that if they were him, they wouldn’t pay her. She was that bad.


RENEE
The shoe. It was dusted for prints?


CAPRA
And none of them matched our three boy scouts.

RENEE rubs her temples. A major headache is coming, and she can feel it already.

RENEE
Well, our three accused have already lawyered up. What about any of the other lacrosse players?


CAPRA
I’ve got a warrant before a judge right now… seeing if we can have the rest of the team finger printed.


RENEE
(turning to KATE)
What about the rape kit?


KATE
There were male pubic hairs and semen present. We’re running DNA now. Minor scratches here and there, but none defensive or out of the ordinary. But if you’re askin’ me if it was rape, I’d say no. The sex appears to have been consensual.

RENEE runs a hand down her face in frustration.

RENEE
So, our vic had sex… but it wasn’t rape.


KATE
If asked to testify, I’d say the rape kit came back negative.


RENEE
Great. Have either of you listened to the news lately?


KATE
I really try not to.

RENEE pick up a remote off her desk and flips on the TV in her office, scanning the local channels. On each one there is some kind of community leader, both black and white, demanding quick justice for the victim, and asking that the accused, white, wealthy defendants be handed the same way any poor, black defendants would be.

RENEE
(quietly)
See what we’re up against?

CAPRA and KATE both nod, remembering the riots the year before.

RENEE (cont’d)
So if you’re telling me that there was no rape… and it looks like at least one of the accused has an airtight alibi, and that our vic was legally drunk when she showed up to dance….


CAPRA
Her case just went right out the window.


RENEE
(deep sigh)
I don’t like the way this is going.

KATE’S cell phone rings and she checks the ID. Seeing that it’s BUG, she flips it open and listens for a minute, a concerned look crossing her face.

KATE
You’re sure? No. I’ll tell her. (flips phone shut) It just got uglier. (beat) According to Bug, there were two semen donors.


CAPRA
Oh, shit….

RENEE looks like she’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

RENEE
And do we know who the donors are?


KATE
(shaking head)
They don’t show up in any of the data bases.


RENEE
Dear God….


KATE
But Nigel did find something when he processed the bathroom… An acrylic nail in the trash can.


CAPRA
Our vic’s?


KATE
Well, the nail polish matches hers. Nige is running it now… seeing if there’s any trace of DNA. If any of the boys did scuffle with her hard enough to make that nail pop off, some of their DNA could be on it.

RENEE shakes her head; she knows this whole thing is going from bad to worse.

RENEE
And who knows how a jury would interpret that DNA? One of those boys lives at the house and the other two are frequent visitors. Their DNA could have easily been transferred from anything in that trash can to her nail. Any defense attorney worth his salt would be all over that one in a heartbeat.

KATE has a tight expression on her face as she realizes just how hard RENEE is wrestling with this issue.

KATE
And just whose side are you on?


RENEE
It’s not about sides… it’s about the truth.

RENEE sighs and looks out the window as she sees the protesters already gathering around her building’s stair and entrance, demanding justice, holding picket signs and chanting.

RENEE (cont’d)
And this time, the truth may show a side of us that no one likes to admit.



15. EXT. D.C. SIDEWALK - AFTERNOON

Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood - Mr. Rogers

WOODY is holding tourist pamphlets in his hands and shuffling through them as he and Jordan are walking down the sidewalk in DC, eating ice cream.

Seeing the sights

WOODY
Okay… so we’ve done the Smithsonian.


JORDAN
Most of the Smithsonian


WOODY
Yeah… who’d dream that America would need to keep all that… stuff. I mean some of it, yeah. It’s important… but Mr. Roger’s old sweaters?

JORDAN is defensive – they’ve been fighting the whole trip.


JORDAN
Mr. Roger’s sweaters are important.


WOODY
One sweater, yeah… but all five of those damn cardigans?


JORDAN
(still defensive)
His mother made them. Wouldn’t you keep those cardigans if your mother made them? Besides… they’re Americana.

WOODY sighs the sigh of a defeated man – again.

WOODY
Whatever….

He pulls out one more tourist trap pamphlet.

WOODY (cont’d)
We’ve seen the monuments… the museums… what about this?

JORDAN takes the brochure out of his hand, views it, and turns to him with a ‘You’ve got to be kidding me’ look on her face – you know the one.

JORDAN
No.


WOODY
Aw, come on, Jor-


JORDAN
I said, “No.”


WOODY
It looks really interesting….


JORDAN
What part of “no” do you not understand?


WOODY
(begging)
Please?


JORDAN
The FBI building? You’re kidding me, right? We don’t have security clearance, and they wouldn’t give it to me if they had to.


WOODY
We can at least try… besides, the restaurant Drew wanted to meet us at for lunch is right across from the FBI building…


JORDAN
I am not feeding any fantasies you may have about becoming a G-man. We’re here to see a G-man get married… not have you enroll in Quantico and enlist in J. Edgar Hoover’s guerrilla army. (checks watch) Besides, it’s almost time.


They walk along in silence for a moment, crossing the street to get to the restaurant.


16. INT. RESTAURANT - CONTINUING

JORDAN and WOODY go inside and give their names. They’re led to a table in the back. HALEY’S not there yet, so they sit down to wait.

WOODY appears slightly uneasy. He’s never really liked HALEY and still thinks somewhere in there, the profiler has a thing for JORDAN and she for him. He re-arranges his flatware nervously.

WOODY
So who do you think Haley’s tying the knot with?


JORDAN
(much more at ease)
I don’t know. Drew wouldn’t give me any details over the phone.


WOODY
Probably because he thinks your phone is tapped. Wonder if the future Mrs. Haley is as government-issued as his tighty-whiteys are?


DREW
(from behind them)
I wouldn’t think so.

He shakes hands with WOODY, hugs JORDAN and sits down.

JORDAN
You’ll have to excuse him… he gets cranky on long car trips.


DREW
I’d expect nothing less.


WOODY
(almost under his breath – almost)
I’m sure you don’t.

They chit-chat for a moment or two as they place their drink and meal orders.

JORDAN
Married… Mr. FBI-Profiler getting married.


DREW
It was bound to happen sooner or later.


WOODY
Who’s the lucky woman?

DREW unfolds his napkin and places it in his lap.


DREW
Nancy. Her name is Nancy Craven.


JORDAN
I guess we’ll meet her tomorrow?


DREW
Yeah.

He pauses as the waitress sets down their drink orders.


DREW (cont’d)
She would have loved to come with me today, but she’s got a list as long as my arm of things she has to get done before the wedding.


WOODY
I’m sure… so how did you two meet? Profile her, too?


He winces as JORDAN casually kicks him under the table.

DREW has long since caught the tension between the two.

DREW
Um, no. As a matter of fact, Nancy is a school teacher.


WOODY
And you were show and tell?

He winces at another kick.

JORDAN
He gets really cranky on car trips...


DREW
(eyeing WOODY closely)
… and cracks jokes when he feels threatened. It’s one of his defense mechanisms.


WOODY
(indignant)
Hey!


DREW
(to JORDAN)
My only question is why do you deal with it?


END OF ACT TWO

ACT THREE

Social Unrest - Static Thought

17. TRACE – LATER AFTERNOON

BUG, KATE and RENEE are in trace. RENEE looks worried out of her mind. BUG and KATE are being very factual, but behind the scientific façade, you can tell they’re worried, too.

RENEE
None of the three suspects’ DNA match?


BUG
None.


RENEE
How many times have you run the tests?


KATE
Twice.


RENEE
(tense)
Run them again.

KATE’S voice is patient and measured, but has the same underlying tension as RENEE’S does.

KATE
Look, Counselor, we can run these damn tests from here ‘til eternity and the results are going to be the same; these three boys’ DNAs do not match either of the two male DNA traces found on the victim. We can’t make them match.


BUG
No DNA, no evidence they touched her. (beat) Everyone may have to face the facts that they’re telling the truth.

RENEE is back to pacing; she runs a hand across her forehead.

RENEE
Do you know what we’re facing here? Do you have any idea what’s going on out there?


She motions towards the window.

Unrest

RENEE (cont’d)
What’s being said?

Her voice lowers with worry.

RENEE (cont’d)
How high emotions are running?


KATE
(eyes sympathetic)
I know. But we can’t - and aren’t - going to manufacture evidence… or hide the test results.

RENEE speaks wearily - the weight of the possibility of more riots and racial unrest are heavy on her.

RENEE
I’m not asking you to… I’m just want to know… what are the possibilities that the tests could be wrong?


BUG
Not a snowball’s chance-


KATE
(interrupting)
We can always run them again… it’ll take a few hours to get the results back,


RENEE
(nodding)
Do that. Meanwhile, I’m going to contact LabCorp out of North Carolina. Get them to run some independent tests to back up yours.

BUG is obviously displeased and not liking the way things are going; he remembers what it’s like to be wrongly accused.

BUG
Or prove ours wrong?


RENEE
(shakes head)
The more evidence I have when I go public with the results… the better the chance that we won’t have riots.


KATE
That is if you can appeal to the voice of reason….

NIGEL comes through the door then, with a box of evidence bags, all the same size.

NIGEL
And that voice just may have gotten a little louder.

Everyone looks at him like he’s crazy.

NIGEL (cont’d)
Seems the word has gotten out that the uniforms didn’t do a proper picture ID with the victim - they just showed her a team photo of the lacrosse players and she picked our three suspects out of that.

He raises his eyebrows at RENEE.

NIGEL (cont’d)
Since the guys said they had nothing to hide, the team’s attorney suggested they submit their DNA samples.

He looks at KATE and BUG.

NIGEL (cont’d)
So, we have our work cut out for us…


KATE
(counting the bags)
We have fifty DNA samples to process? Because of improper police protocol, our lab now has to test fifty DNA samples.

She pauses and then continues with anger in her voice towards RENEE.

KATE (cont’d)
Does anyone in your office have any idea how badly this is gonna slow our trace lab down?


RENEE
I know… and I’m sorry. (beat) Fifty samples, done twice. (sighs) And I know you guys are good… but please… make sure all the i’s are dotted and the t’s are crossed?

KATE nods but her words are a warning to RENEE.

KATE
It’ll take a while.

RENEE turns to exit.

RENEE
I know… meanwhile, get another set of samples ready to send LabCorp. I’ll call them and let them know we’re air expressing them to PTI this afternoon.


NIGEL, KATE, and BUG all nod wearily and begin to get to work.



18. EXT. OUTDOOR WEDDING – NEXT AFTERNOON

WOODY and JORDAN are sitting in the groom’s side. WOODY is in a suit and JORDAN is dressed to the nines. WOODY’S still obviously very skeptical about HALEY’S ability to have “true wedded bliss” and JORDAN is very much in pre-bride mode – not quite a bridezilla, but getting there – taking in the music, bridesmaids’ dresses, flowers, etc. We hear the ceremony going on in the background as the camera is fixed on WOODY and JORDAN.

PRIEST
Dearly beloved….


JORDAN
(whispering to WOODY)
Isn’t this beautiful?


WOODY
(whispering back)
Yeah, sure… if you like dodging bees… and birds


He looks up at a flock of birds, wondering if they’re going to unload on the crowd.

The PRIEST goes on in the background.

PRIEST
Do you, Drew Haley….


JORDAN
Shh... this is the good part!

WOODY glances at her like she’s crazy; this is obviously a side of JORDAN he hasn’t seen.

WOODY
The vows?


JORDAN
(nods)
Yeah.

She gets a sort of dreamy look in her eyes.

JORDAN (cont’d)
You know… in sickness and in health… forsaking all others…


WOODY
… ‘til death you do part. (beat) Wonder what kind of rock ol’ Haley sprung for?

LARGE WOMAN in large hat in front of WOODY and JORDAN turns around and gives them a “SHHHHHHH” and a mean look. The couple is silent for a moment. But just for a moment.

JORDAN
(sniffs)
I’m sure Drew found a wonderful set of rings… besides, it’s not the size of the diamond, it’s the love behind it.


WOODY
(under his breath)
I bet.


JORDAN
What?


WOODY
I said, “I’ll be sure to remember that.”

They both are quiet for the next few moments as the PRIEST finishes with the vows and the rings are exchanged. A bee decides that WOODY’S his next target and begins buzzing his ears. WOODY tries to discreetly shoo the insect away.

JORDAN
What’s wrong with you?


WOODY
Bee.


JORDAN
Shh… they’re getting ready to pray.


PRIEST
Let us pray…

WOODY and JORDAN automatically cross themselves and bow their heads. As Woody bows his, he’s still dealing with the bee as discreetly as possible. The PRIEST drones on for a moment, and WOODY’S movements become more frantic as the bee is now diving for his nose. Prayers are finally over and HALEY kisses his bride. JORDAN sighs in satisfaction.

JORDAN
That was simply lovely.


WOODY
(still backhanding the bee)
Lovely… yeah… Wonderful

JORDAN is annoyed at his bee-shooing efforts.

JORDAN
Can’t you be still… you know, if you don’t bother him, he won’t bother you.


WOODY
So says the woman who isn’t allergic to bee stings.

JORDAN takes his arm as they begin to walk out of the ceremony.

JORDAN
You know… an outdoor wedding might be nice.

WOODY gives her the “Are you crazy?” look again.

WOODY
You’re kidding, right?


JORDAN
No… we could have it on the beach-


WOODY
The beach is cold in Boston until the Fourth of July… and then it’s only warm for fifteen minutes. We’d get dive-bombed by sea gulls and… bees.

JORDAN is in total wedding/bride mode.

JORDAN
We could have it at sunset… with candles…

WOODY firmly leads her away from the ceremony toward the reception area, praying that there’s enough booze there to get her out of this mind frame.

WOODY
I don’t know, Jor… I’m kind of a traditionalist… I was hoping for a church wedding… at St. Inez… full mass and everything…

JORDAN gives him that look again — yeah, you remember the one.

JORDAN
But I’m not a traditionalist. You know that

WOODY realizes that they could be just that far away from another fight.

WOODY
We could do some non-traditional things, too.


JORDAN
Some?

He is not in a rush to make things right.

WOODY
I mean… we can do whatever …


JORDAN
But an outdoor wedding is… out.


WOODY
All I’m sayin’ is that when you have an outdoor wedding, you’re leaving a lot of chances out there to happen… you’re at the mercy of Mother Nature’s elements…


JORDAN
(indignant)
So we have to get married inside a church?


WOODY
(small voice)
I’d like to…


JORDAN
(narrows eyes)
And it has to be your way…


WOODY
Yes. I mean no… I mean… (sweating now) I mean… didn’t you say something about after the wedding we could go back to the hotel and get out of these uncomfortable clothes and get more… comfortable?

He raises his eyebrows suggestively.

JORDAN simply gives him ‘the look’ before kicking him in the leg again.

WOODY
Hey! Next time try the right leg. The left one’s already bruised.


JORDAN
(glaring at him)
Next time I will!


She turns and stalks over to the reception area, leaving WOODY to try to catch up. Meanwhile the bee makes a reappearance and we watch as our boy alternately limps and swats his way over to the reception.


19. INT. RENEE’S OFFICE – SAME TIME AS WEDDING SCENE

It’s full of community leaders, white and African-American, but primarily African-American. They are crowding her, nearly pushing her back against her desk. She’s trying to calm their concerns and fears, but it’s an attempt in futility. They’re angry… very angry.

RENEE holds up her hands, trying to get everyone to calm down a little.

Tempers flaring

RENEE
Please… everyone… please. If you’ll just give us time-


LEADER ONE
Time? We’ve given you forty-eight hours… and nothing! No charges, no indictments… nothing! The three suspects haven’t been charged yet.


LEADER TWO
What’re we supposed to do? Let you have time enough to get these white boys out of town?


LEADER ONE
… so you can’t charge three wealthy white boys with raping a young, poor, black woman?

There are lots of voices chiming in now. Everyone is talking at once. RENEE holds up her hands again and raises her voice to try to restore order.

RENEE
Let me assure you, that’s not what’s happening-


LEADER ONE
Then what exactly is happening? ‘Cause from our point of view, nothing is happening!


RENEE
We’re running tests right now… DNA tests… from the victim and from every lacrosse player on Harvard’s team. But these tests take time.


LEADER TWO
(eyes narrow)
How much time?


RENEE
There were fifty samples. We’re running each one twice… and we’ve sent samples to an independent, out-of-state lab.


LEADER TWO
So we’re still talkin’ weeks here, aren’t we?


RENEE
Days… more like days… a week at the outside.

There is more grumbling.

LEADER ONE
But if this had been a white girl –

RENEE cuts him off before he finishes and continues vehemently.

RENEE
This is standard procedure, regardless of race, gender, religious or sexual orientation. It’s not taking any longer, and we’re not cutting any corners. Trust me.


LEADER TWO
Why should we?

RENEE pauses and then lowers her voice, but there’s meaning behind each word.

RENEE
Because I’m after the truth just as much as everyone else here in this room is. If it turns out that one of these boys… or all of these boys… harmed the victim, let me assure you, they will pay to the fullest extent of the law. I will prosecute them just as I would anyone – black or white.

There is another pause as her words sink into the crowd and a few nod. Then she continues just as strongly.

RENEE (cont’d)
Let me also reassure you and everyone else out there, that if the evidence doesn’t point to these young men… if they are innocent… they will be let go.


LEADER TWO
In other words-

RENEE cuts him off in order to keep control.

RENEE
In other words, the truth will win out, either way. (beat) And I expect our city leaders… all our city leaders… to respect the truth. I’m not going to hide evidence… or manufacture evidence to make a few people happy. That’s not going to happen… not on my watch.


LEADER TWO
But-

RENEE cuts him off again!

RENEE
And anyone who tries to stand in the way of that truth… to prevent me or the police from finding out what really happened… will also be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Understood? Any additional questions?

The leaders nod and grumble. CAPRA comes to the door of RENEE’S office as the community leaders begin to gradually file out. The detective waits until they are out in the hall before she speaks to RENEE.

CAPRA
Dr. Switzer just called with their test results.

RENEE crosses her arms and takes a deep breath.

RENEE
And?


CAPRA
The two male DNA samples on the victim don’t match any of the lacrosse players’ samples.


RENEE
(another deep breath)
So… it looks like our victim…

She pauses as she considers the ramifications of these findings.

CAPRA
… is lying.


RENEE
(nodding)
LabCorp’s results should be in this afternoon… if their results back up the morgue’s results…

She pauses and gives CAPRA a meaningful look.

CAPRA
We question the victim again… harder, this time.


RENEE
(slowly but deliberately)
Do what you have to.


CAPRA
(nods and pauses)
This could get ugly again, Counselor.


RENEE
(resigned)
Sometimes the truth isn’t pretty, Detective.

 

END OF ACT THREE

 

ACT FOUR

 

20. EXT. OUTDOOR WEDDING RECEPTION – CONTINUING

We see the guests clustered in small groups. JORDAN and WOODY are drinking champagne. HALEY and his new bride make their way over to them. HALEY leans over to kiss JORDAN on the cheek.

HALEY
Thanks for coming.


JORDAN
I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. The big, bad FBI profiler now all married.


HALEY
(to WOODY and JORDAN)
This is my wife, Nancy.

All of them exchange pleasantries.

JORDAN
(To NANCY)
Thank you so much for inviting us. It was a lovely wedding.


NANCY
Thanks for coming. I understand you worked a case with Drew a few years ago.


WOODY
(nodding)
More Jordan than me.

JORDAN and HALEY exchange looks. JORDAN gets rid of what could be an awkward silence.

JORDAN
So… tell me. Just how does a teacher end up with a profiler?

HALEY gives his wife a meaningful, long look in her eyes before turning back to JORDAN and playing profiler again.

HALEY
How’d you end up with Woody?

JORDAN opens and closes her mouth a few times, not knowing exactly how to answer.

JORDAN
We… we… we… (swallows) We worked together… and…


HALEY
(raises eyebrows)
And eventually found that you couldn’t live without each other?

JORDAN, dumb-struck, just nods.

HALEY (cont’d)
And that he balances you out… he’s the yin to your yang, so to speak?


JORDAN
Y… ye… yeah.

HALEY gives his wife a loving look.

HALEY
And that’s what I found with Nancy.

He glances between WOODY and JORDAN.

HALEY (cont’d)
Good luck you two. And we expect to get a wedding invitation.


He and NANCY turn to walk over to other guests.

WOODY blows out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

WOODY
Well. That was different.


JORDAN
(nodding numbly)
Yeah. But she seems very nice. He’s a lucky guy.


WOODY
That he is. And I guess she’s lucky to have found somebody.

JORDAN pauses and looks down at her shoes.

JORDAN
My feet are killing me. Can we go now?


WOODY
Yes… damn it!

The bee is back and he swats at it all the way to the car while still limping.



21. INT. PRECINCT WAITING ROOM - AFTERNOON

Total chaos reigns. Community leaders are still there, demanding answers. The three suspects’ lawyers are there, demanding answers, too. RENEE is present, trying to calm everyone down, as tempers and racial tension are now at a boiling point. EDDIE WINSLOW is observing everything, as all officers are now on high alert. EDDIE speaks to RENEE.

EDDIE
Want me to call in all the off-duty officers?

RENEE now looks tired beyond words and stressed to the max.

RENEE
Things aren’t looking any better than they were twenty-four hours ago. All the tests - the morgue’s and LabCorp’s - came back negative for any of the lacrosse players’ DNA.


EDDIE
(nods)
So I heard… it could get pretty bad.


RENEE
It might. (pause) The guys’ lawyers want the charges dismissed now. If I do that, that might put them at risk.


EDDIE
And if you don’t, and they are innocent, the lawyers can come after you for not dismissing the charges when you knew they didn’t do it.


RENEE
(laughs ruefully)
Damned if you do and damned if you don’t.


EDDIE
Rock and hard place….

Both look over into the waiting area where the group of community leaders is angrily demanding justice and to the group of lawyers and the young men’s families demanding that they be removed as suspects. Neither of them notices a tall, slim man who gets off the elevator and makes this way over to them. The MAN pauses at EDDIE’S side.

MAN
Excuse me, sir? Are you Detective Winslow? (off EDDIE’S nod) The policemen downstairs… said you’d be here and that I’d need to talk to you .


EDDIE
About what?

The MAN looks around, taking in the chaos before he quietly continues.

MAN
That girl… who said she was raped…


RENEE
The woman in the lacrosse case?


MAN
Yeah. That one. (pauses) See… I think… I have some information you may be needin’.

RENEE pulls the MAN out of earshot from the other people. EDDIE follows.

RENEE
What do you know?


MAN
I’m a long distance truck driver, see? And the last time I was in this area was Friday morning…


EDDIE
The day of the alleged rape?


MAN
(nodding)
That’s right. I stopped at this rest stop… and this … girl… was there…


RENEE
And you think this… girl… might be the same one that’s involved with this rape case?


MAN
Could be. (pause) It didn’t take a genius to realize what this girl was sellin’ at the truck stop… I asked her how much… she gave me a price… we went back to my truck. She did what she told me she would do, I paid her, she left. We had sex, but it wasn’t any rape.


EDDIE
What makes you think that this is the same woman?


MAN
(slightly ashamed)
She… she was real … nice… you know? So afterwards, I gave her a little more money than we originally agreed on… and I asked her why a nice girl like her was doing this hustle… she told me that she had bills to pay like everyone else, but that this wasn’t her only gig… that she was a dancer, too.


EDDIE
And this makes you think it’s the same woman? There’s gotta be hundreds of women -


MAN
(interrupting)
She told me she had a gig that night with some fancy ball team from Harvard…

RENEE still looks stressed as she runs a hand down her face.

RENEE
That’s all very interesting… but why’d you wait so long to come forward. Mr…?


MAN
Mr. Langley… Dan Langley… Like I said, I’m a long distance truck driver… I didn’t hear anything else about her until I rolled back into Boston today… and then it’s all over the news and she’s claiming rape. Then I hear that the DNA evidence don’t match any of those boys… I don’t want anybody going to jail for something they didn’t do…


EDDIE
But you’re willing to be charged with solicitation?

The MAN bows his head. He didn’t think about that. He blows out a deep breath.

MAN
I guess if it comes to it.

He pauses and thinks for a minute.

MAN (cont’d)
But I’ll willingly give you a DNA sample… see if it don’t match what you got from her… that’s bound to count for something.

RENEE nods and smiles for the first time in days.

RENEE
It does… and if it matches, I’ll make sure the charges are dropped. (turns to EDDIE) Take him over to Bug and Dr. Switzer… quietly, please. Don’t cause any scenes. Tell them to run the tests ASAP and get back with me. Meanwhile, I’m going to tell them…

She motions to groups in the waiting area.

RENEE (cont’d)
… that I’ll be holding a press conference late this afternoon with my decision.


MAN
(somewhat hopefully)
So, my wife doesn’t have to know about any of this?

EDDIE nods as he leads the MAN out to the elevators and to the morgue.

EDDIE
Oh, she’ll know, Mr. Langley… she’ll find out. Trust me. Your name may not be mentioned anywhere in the press, but women? They have a way of finding out the truth.

RENEE speaks to EDDIE’S back and under her breath.

RENEE
Yes, we do… we really, really do…




22. EXT. COURTHOUSE – LATE AFTERNOON

There’s a press conference set up on the steps. RENEE is at a podium flanked by dozens of microphones. KATE and BUG are off to the side, along with GARRET. A large crowd has gathered. The African-American community leaders are to RENEE’S right and VANCE, ZACH, and CODY along with their lawyers, are to her left.

RENEE
Two weeks ago, an alleged incident took place in our city that could have sparked off the same riots and destruction that swept through Boston a year ago… The allegations were very critical ones and I want you to know that I, along with my staff, and the Boston Police Department, did take the initial accusations of the alleged victim very seriously.

There is a long pause.

RENEE (cont’d)
DNA tests were run… twice by our own trace labs and once by an independent lab in another state that did a blind study on the samples. All three of the results were the same. The DNA from the three accused did not match any of the DNA of the alleged victim.

She takes a deep breath and pauses again.

RENEE (cont’d)
As a result, these cases are over, and no more criminal proceedings will occur concerning the three young men up here. It is our hope that these students can continue with their studies at Harvard and their lives will not be interrupted by this again…

Shouts erupt from the crowd gathered, many racially slurred. RENEE holds up her hands, urging them to calm down.

RENEE (cont’d)
Consultations were made with the Massachusetts Department of Justice and it is their opinion that these three men are innocent of all charges, based on the multiple verifications of evidence, witness reports, and inaccuracies of the victim’s statements.

There is another pause as RENEE reaches deep within herself to finish her press conference.

RENEE (cont’d)
It is my personal hope and prayer that our city and its residents can move beyond this… beyond the issue of skin color and look at each other as simply people… people who can be flawed and make mistakes… and forgive one another and move forward to make Boston a wonderful place to live, work, and raise a family. I am proud to say that this time, our city remained a safe place to work and play… that no property or businesses were destroyed. I think a great deal of credit should go to our community leaders and the citizens of Boston, whose common sense prevailed….


She goes on for a minute or two and then begins to take questions. After about a half an hour, it’s over. BUG and KATE walk down the steps and back to the morgue. The podium is moved off and the reporters and crowd slowly fade away. Only GARRET remains.

GARRET gently takes her arm.

GARRET
You did good.

RENEE looks totally exhausted and shakes her head.

RENEE
Thanks… I don’t know if doing good is going to help me keep my job.


GARRET
(shrugs)
Well… you just ran for re-election. I think it’s safe for a while…

RENEE leans against one of the handrails on the steps.

RENEE
Yeah, I suppose so… (closes eyes briefly) at least for the next four years.

GARRET takes both of her hands in his.

GARRET
Plenty of time for somebody else to screw up and people will forget all about today…


RENEE
(glumly realistic)
I dunno… prejudice just never seems to fade away. No matter how sophisticated we get as a society, old habits just die hard.


GARRET
And sometimes they don’t die at all. (smiles grimly) So you know you’ll take political heat from this.


RENEE
(nodding)
I know. But I can sleep a whole lot better at night knowing that the truth won out rather than thinking that I manipulated evidence in order to make a certain segment of society happy.


GARRET
Not everyone needs to be happy all the time…


RENEE
But the truth? Everyone deserves the truth…
Lights - Journey

23. EXT. COURTHOUSE STEPS - SUNSET

The sun is setting. GARRET and RENEE are still talking. The convertible pulls up; WOODY and JORDAN get out and begin to walk up to where GARRET and RENEE are.

WOODY
I’m glad we finally settled that.


JORDAN
(sheepishly)
Me, too… okay… no outdoor wedding… you convinced me. The last thing I want to happen is for you to get stung by a bee and swell up like a balloon on our honeymoon…


WOODY
(shuddering at the picture)
Hives, Jordan. I get hives and itch all night-


JORDAN
-And then you swell up like a balloon.


WOODY
(exasperated)
I do not swell up like a balloon-

JORDAN stops him and wraps her arms around his waist.

JORDAN
I know… I was just yanking your chain… but still… (kisses him lightly) … I want you healthy, whole, and in a non-itchy state on our honeymoon.


WOODY
Agreed. So it’s an indoor wedding.

JORDAN nods and gives him a sly grin.

JORDAN
Yeah. I want other parts of you to be able to swell.


WOODY
(blushing furiously)
Jordan!

JORDAN is still smiling, proud of her desired response.

JORDAN
Don’t you?


WOODY
(deep breath)
Yes… yes, I do.

He leaves his arm around her waist as they begin to walk towards GARRET and RENEE.

WOODY (cont’d)
So it’s agreed… a semi-traditional ceremony, in any indoor place of your choosing.


JORDAN
That will be performed by a priest… for your sanity.

WOODY stops and kisses the tip of her nose before they continue on.

WOODY
Sounds perfect.

JORDAN looks sheepish again for a minute.

JORDAN
About what happened in DC… I’m sorry I started acting like a Bridezilla.

WOODY only nods and leads her up to where GARRET and RENEE are.

WOODY
‘Sokay. You tend to… act out of character when you leave the Boston city limits anyway… should’ve expected it.

JORDAN thumps him on the arm as they reach RENEE and GARRET.

JORDAN
Hey!


GARRET
How was the wedding?


WOODY
It was… a wedding.


JORDAN
Gave us a few ideas about our own.


WOODY
Like not having it outside.


JORDAN
And what we both expected… and didn’t want.

GARRET smiles knowingly and steals a look at RENEE.

GARRET
So it was an exercise in tolerance?


JORDAN
I guess so.


She gets the drift that his last statement meant more than just hers and WOODY’S wedding plans. She looks between GARRET and RENEE.

Same Old, Same Old

JORDAN (cont’d)
So what happened while we were gone?


RENEE
(cryptically)
Exercises in tolerance.

WOODY and JORDAN exchange “clueless” looks.

WOODY
Anything I should know about?

GARRET pats WOODY on the back as they begin to walk down the steps.

GARRET
No… nothing right now. I’m sure Detectives Capra and Winslow will be happy to fill you in tomorrow.

WOODY nods, but still knows there’s a vibe going on he needs to know about.

WOODY
Are you sure I don’t need to know anything now?

RENEE stops and takes in the sunset and the seeming peace that is now surrounding Boston.

RENEE
I’m sure detective. It’s been the same ol’, same ol’ while you were gone… truth, justice… and old habits that just won’t die.

 

END

Author’s Note: Old Habits Die Hard is based on the Duke University Lacrosse Team case that rocked North Carolina last summer. Unless you lived in the state, it might be hard to imagine the racial unrest that this case brought to North Carolina. In many sections of the state, racial tensions were a veritable powder keg, just waiting for any spark to set them off.

I did graduate work at Duke University and have always been proud of my alma mater. This particular incident had me shaking my head at the university, the state, and Mike Nifong. For the first time in my life, I was ashamed to admit where I came from.

Mike Nifong wouldn't give me the time of day. Others involved with the case freely talked to me, one with the iron-clad request that I not use his name. He, however, is very interested in how this little epi plays out.

Thankfully for North Carolina, tempers cooled and common sense prevailed. The NC Attorney General pronounced all three of the defendants innocent - not just not guilty, but innocent -- meaning they did not have a thing to do with the alleged crime. Due to his incompetence, Mike Nifong, (a prosecutor for North Carolina) was disbarred. Now he, the state, and Duke University are facing numerous lawsuits.

We all like to believe that we are racially unbiased -- that we are truly color-blind. I'm no different. But sometimes all it takes is one case... one headline... and we're ripped out of our comfort zones and forced to look ourselves in the mirror and ask, “Do old habits really die?”

 

Next time on Crossing Jordan:

"How Does Your Garden Grow?"


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