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Detective Woodrow “Woody” Hoyt
Mahesh “Bug” Vijayaraghavensatanaryanamurthy
Madeline (Maddie) Lebowski
Deputy Kenny Johanssen
Sheriff Bill Weaver
Buxom bleach-blonde bimbette
Bartender (Jimmy Williams)
Bar Owner (Roy)
Amber Lynn/Mary Alice Mackenzie
Kewaunee District Attorney
KEWAUNEE SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT AND COUNTY JAIL
WOODY’S HOTEL ROOM IN KEWAUNEE.
KEWAUNEE D.A.’S OFFICE
KEWAUNEE COUNTY JAIL
1. INT. MORGUE - HALLWAY
Interior shot from the waist up. JORDAN and WOODY walking down the hall of
the morgue, JORDAN holding files that she’s sort of looking at and WOODY
close by her side. There’s good natured teasing and ribbing going on,
both of them looking pleased to be together, as demonstrated by the big smiles
on both of their faces.
I swear it is.
WOODY gives her a look of complete disbelief.
You can Google it, but you’ll see that I’m right.
You mean you’re telling me that somebody, somewhere along the way
decided to call the skin on the elbow a wenis.
You’ve got it.
Yep. As in rhymes with the “p” word and is spelled almost
(shaking head disbelievingly)
Knowing that it would be used in polite company…and that people
(hiding a smile)
Only if you’re in junior high school…
You can’t tell me that you didn’t have a hard time keeping
a straight face when you found out.
Woody, I’m a doctor. Wenis, penis….they’re all body
parts. And at least fifty percent of the population has both.
(turning her to face him)
Come on, Jor. Admit it. You laughed when some college medical professor
pointed to the skin on somebody’s elbow and said “This is a
WOODY bends his own arm and points to his own elbow and says “this is
a wenis” in a mocking authoritative voice
JORDAN bites her lip to keep from laughing and is unsuccessful
Okay…I did. But only when they tried to talk about good wenis hygiene….
Yeah… I bet…
cell phone rings. He unclips it from his belt, flips it open, stares at the
number, and flips it closed, a disgusted look on his face.
JORDAN instantly thinks the disgusted look is over the fact that the skin on
the elbow is called a wenis
You can ask Garret. I’m not lying. It’s a wenis. You have
two and I have two…
She looks at him curiously as he doesn’t take the call
Wasn’t that important? I mean it was a phone call and you are
It wasn’t important.
(curiosity coming out of her ears by now)
But it was on your police phone and not your personal cell…
His phone rings again and WOODY does the same flip it open and shut it action.
… it’s not.
(changing the subject back)
A wenis…the thing is actually called a wenis…
GARRET comes out of his office and meets them in the hallway
What’s a wenis?
Jordan said the skin on your elbow was called a wenis.
She said that?
(thoughtfully rubbing his chin)
Come to think of it, it is. I haven’t heard that term in a long
Then what’s it called now?
GARRET and JORDAN together
Know what? You two are funny. Too funny. You should have your own show…
His cell phone rings again he does the same open and flip it shut thing again
A comedy. A sitcom. About a morgue….
His words are trailing off as he continues down the hall without JORDAN, making
his way to the elevator, jabbing the button
Yeah…a sitcom…I See Dead People…What’s My Homicide…
Elevator doors open and he gets in and the doors slide shut
GARRET (to JORDAN)
You know you really need to stop that wenis thing.
Why break a perfectly good tradition? It’s as good as my elevator
Crossing Jordan Theme
CAMERA PANS OUT and the Crossing Jordan theme comes on
END OF TEASER
2. INT. JORDAN'S APARTMENT – NIGHT
WOODY is seated at the table looking at his laptop. JORDAN can be seen in the
kitchen getting things ready for dinner.
Jordan, listen to this…"Wenis Rodeo: A game in which one tries
to maintain a hold upon another's wenis while moving the arm spastically."
Are you still on that? Face it. You got punked.
You wouldn't believe some of the stuff you find when you google "wenis."
Crazy. Hey, you sure you don't need some help in there?
No, I'm good, thanks. You want Italian or blue cheese on your salad?
Italian. Blue cheese smells like feet. Get this. Wenis poetry:
"There once was a man from Venus
Who discovered a rash on his wenis.
It got worse and worse
So he went to the nurse
And said, 'At least it's not on my…"
Okay, okay! Hallmark eat your heart out.
JORDAN comes in from kitchen area with food and sets it on table. WOODY folds
up the laptop and helps. His cell phone rings. JORDAN sits and watches with interest
as he sighs, pulls it off the clip, looks at the caller ID, and then puts it back
on his clip.
Why do you keep doing that?
Not answering your phone.
It's nothing. Nobody.
Come on! That's your work phone.
It's not important.
They've called like six times. Somebody apparently thinks it's
(sighs with exasperation)
And you're not taking his calls because…
Because…we haven't really…talked. Not since he was
in Boston that time.
Woody, that was two years ago! You haven't talked to him since then?
Yeah, well, when was the last time you talked to your dad?
My dad hasn't tried to call me six times in the last twenty-four hours.
Something's up. You should talk to him.
It's always the same thing. He needs money. He needs big brother to bail
his ass out of trouble. I'm not doing this. Not after last time.
Come on, Woody. It wasn't that long ago you and I were barely speaking.
Now here we are. We're talking. We're working on it. I've seen your wenis.
Take his call.
He nearly got you killed, Jordan. I'm not sure I can ever forgive him
She smiles at him warmly. He takes her hand and pulls her into his lap. They share
a kiss. Several of them. Until WOODY'S cell phone rings – again.
You should get that.
I'm pretty sure he'll call back.
JORDAN leans forward as the clinch intensifies. Her hands run down his back,
down to his belt…where she pulls his cell phone off the clip and flips
it open. She gives him "the look." You know the one. WOODY sighs and
takes the phone. He looks at the caller ID.
It's not Cal…
(answering the phone)
Uncle Mike? What's wrong?
WOODY's shoulders fall, his eyes drop shut, he rubs his temples.
When?...Okay. I'll be there…I'll be there…As soon
as I can.
He folds the phone and sits with his elbows on his knees. JORDAN has risen from
his lap and returned to her seat, where she watches with concern.
What is it? What's wrong?
It's Calvin. He's in jail. He's been arrested for murder.
Oh my God…but that's…Cal?...It's gotta be a mistake…
Obviously you have more faith in him than I do.
WOODY rises from his chair and walks out of frame. JORDAN watches him with worried
creases on her forehead.
3. INT. TRACE - MORNING
JORDAN is in trace working and NIGEL comes through the door
(totally absorbed in her work)
Morning yourself. Did you bring them?
She looks up expectantly
Would I be here without them?
Not without taking the risk of having your arm slowly amputated with a
NIGEL swallows hard and places a white bakery bag down in front of her
Here we are. Coffee and raspberry doughnuts.
You are a saint….
She dives in the bag and retrieves a doughnut and her coffee
NIGEL is getting his tea and a doughnut out of the bag
I will remind you of that…
He sips his tea and munches on a doughnut all the while watching JORDAN carefully
as she does the same
So how is this Williams case panning out?
About what we thought. Husband kills wife…then tries to cover it
up as an unknown attacker…
She looks through reports and hands some off to him
(Takes reports and begins reading them)
You know? You’d think after millenniums of time, spouses would get
more creative about the ways they off each other.
You mean like that woman in North Carolina that poisoned three husbands
with arsenic-laced food before she was caught?
That or… slowly amputating their body parts with a rusty scalpel.
He continues to look through reports while surreptitiously casting her glances
over the top of the paper
So speaking of your significant other disappearing, where’s Woodrow?
There’s another Boston detective named Woodrow?
Since when did I become his keeper?
NIGEL is giving up pretending not to be looking at her and gives her a blatant
gaze over the top of the reports
Oh, let’s see…since you two have been blushing and giggling
like high school sweethearts in the halls of both the morgue and the Boston
PD… since it’s wildly rumored that you two are seeing each other
outside of working hours… since that kiss at the crash sight.
NIGEL spins around on the stool he is sitting on and slides over to her
Which brings me back to my original question….where’s Woodrow?
JORDAN closing her eyes and refusing to bite the bait
I haven’t seen him in the last several days….
NIGEL’s curiosity is at the full level, fingers steeple together and eyebrows
Oh, reeeeeaaaaaaalllllllllyyyyyyyy? Trouble in Paradise, love?
(still not biting)
You haven’t fought?
JORDAN shakes her head
You’re sure? You haven’t gotten scared and given Woody the
old heave-ho have you, now?
No…no…of course not. We’re working through things…we’re
pretty serious about the process… No…Woody’s just taken
a few days off and gone out of town.
(raising eyebrows in alarm now)
Out of town? Without you? I thought you said that paradise was perfect?
JORDAN is finally patiently explaining
He’s gone home…
NIGEL is puzzled for a moment and then it clicks
Wisconsin? Woody has gone home to Wisconsin?
Is that so hard to believe?
He blows out a breath
It’s just that I’ve known Woodrow for the entire seven years
he’s been in Boston and he’s only gone home once to visit the
relatives…I assumed all Kewaunee bonds had been broken and he was
content hanging onto your apron strings.
JORDAN is biting her lip and wondering exactly how much to say
He didn’t have a choice this time, Nige…
Why? What’s wrong? Is someone sick?
No…No one’s sick. But something is wrong…Cal….
It’s not like I could forget someone who was responsible for nearly
getting my best friend killed.
JORDAN is swallowing hard to keep her voice level
He’s been arrested… Cal’s been charged with murder,
and Woody’s uncle asked him to come home.
4. INT. KEWAUNEE SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT – DAY
WOODY enters the building. It is a small, relatively low-tech looking room.
There are some deputies milling around, seated at desks, etc. The walls are
lined with maps, wanted posters, etc. WOODY scans the room. It's the first time
he's been back since moved to Boston. His face registers a mix of nostalgia
and anxiety. We see DEPUTY KENNY JOHANSSEN seated at one of the desks, dressed
in a sheriff's deputy uniform. Mid-20s, clean-cut, eager. We get the sense that
this is what WOODY might have been like back in Kewaunee. KENNY gives WOODY
a look. He rises from the desk.
Deputy Hoyt? Is that you?
WOODY frowns, then a look of recognition spreads over his face.
Kenny? Little Kenny Johanssen?
KENNY pumps WOODY's hand eagerly
Or not so little anymore. Just got out of junior college. Guess what?
WOODY says nothing, thinking it is rhetorical. KENNY waits eagerly for a response.
I joined the sheriff's department! How 'bout that?!
Yeah, I can see that, Kenny.
Wow. Deputy Hoyt. Back in Kewaunee. Aw, jeez, I'm sorry. Detective Hoyt.
Big city slicker now.
Beat of silence. WOODY's already run out of things to say.
Say, do you think maybe you could put in a good word for me back in Boston?
I'm kind of looking for a change. Some action. Little dull around here.
This murder's the first excitement we've had in months!
WOODY's face falls. KENNY looks mortified.
Aw, jeez, I'm sorry. I wasn't even thinking.
It's okay, Kenny. (trying to escape) I'm looking for Bill Weaver. Is he
Yeah, he should be here. I s'pose you want to talk to him about your brother.
Aw, jeez, sorry. I sure put my foot in it again.
I mean, it's terrible what…
All right, Kenny. That'll do. I'm sure Detective Hoyt appreciates the
The camera cuts to SHERIFF WEAVER, 50's, sturdy, gruff and honest Midwesterner.
KENNY stumbles off. SHERIFF and WOODY share an eye-roll and a smile. WOODY offers
Sheriff Weaver, is it, now?
Yeah, they finally kicked me upstairs.
The town's in good hands, then.
Well, I just hope I can be half the man your dad was. Us old-timers thought
the world of him.
WOODY nods a thanks, his eyes cast momentarily down.
It's good to have you home again, son. I'm just sorry it has to be under
WOODY nods and gives a wan smile, but his face falls. Beat.
How does it look?
You want the honest truth? Not good. Victim is Ed Dayton. Local punk.
Small time. Drugs, gambling. Shot in the alley behind "Delilah's Den,"
a local nightclub/strip joint. Cal admits to knowing the vic, and his fingerprints
were found on the murder weapon. Not to mention a club full of witnesses
put him at the scene.
WOODY ponders it for a minute. He's afraid to ask the question.
I think your little brother is in a world of trouble.
WOODY's face falls, and he nods in understanding.
I'd like to see him.
5. INT. SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT – VISITATION AREA – DAY
WOODY is pacing a bit nervously in the visitation area of the jail. We hear
some cell gates open and close. WOODY turns and looks nervously down the hall.
We see CAL in an orange jumpsuit marked County D.O.C. He's being led by a deputy.
The deputy leads CAL into the visitation area. He looks haggard and anxious.
He looks at WOODY expectantly. The two brothers stand in an awkward face-off,
shuffling, not sure what to say or do. Finally, WOODY offers his hand, and CAL
shakes it sadly
CAL says nothing but gestures eagerly for WOODY to sit at the table in the visitation
area. They sit opposite each other. Their body language says it all.
Thanks, Woody. When you wouldn't take my calls, I thought maybe you weren't
I almost didn't. Uncle Mike had to beg me.
CAL's face falls at the realization.
Well. Thanks. I mean it.
Why'd you do it, Cal?
I didn't do it! I swear!
You know how many times I've heard that from you in my life? It stops
having any meaning after awhile.
I know I've messed up before, but I'm telling the truth. You gotta believe
(sighs with exasperation)
CAL, after a beat, knowing how it'll go down
…I can't remember.
Unbelievable! This is un…I don't even…
You can take him back. We're done here.
CAL stands too, as WOODY turns his back and tries to exit the visitation area.
You've got to believe me, Woody.
So, what was it? You were high? Drunk? Both?
No. I been clear for a year now. I swear to God. I'm in AA, NA, GA you
name it. But I swear – I don't know what happened. I can't remember
any of it, and that's the God's honest truth. Please, Woody, you gotta believe
me. You're my brother. You're all I got left.
WOODY turns back to CAL. He is beginning to soften.
You gotta help me. Please.
WOODY nods, perhaps a bit reluctantly. He turns and leaves the visitation area
as CAL watches him go.
6. INT. A CHEAP HOTEL ROOM IN KEWAUNEE.
WOODY is on the cell phone, talking to Sheriff Weaver and pacing.
I do appreciate everything you’ve done for Cal, Sheriff Weaver …
I do. I was just wondering… is there any way I could get a copy of
the official report – on the incident?
There are muffled sounds from phone.
I do understand. But if you could…I don’t know … as
a matter of professional courtesy?
There are more muffled sounds.
Thanks. If you could e-mail that to HoytW@Mass.Boston\PD? No… I
won’t tell anyone…Thanks again, Sheriff… You have a good
He hangs up and checks laptop, clicks into email and downloads the report. As
he glances it over, his face falls.
He runs his hand through his hair as he reads the report again.
Damn it, Cal…you really did it right this time….
He peels off his tie and loosens the first two buttons on his shirt and then punches
in a number on his cell phone.
Ms. Walcott? This is Woody Hoyt…
Yes. I need some advice… and a favor.
7. INT. COUNTY JAIL - THE NEXT DAY.
WOODY’S in the visitation area again, but CAL’S not there. WOODY’S
pacing and soon a man enters, dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase
Woody turns, startled by the man’s appearance.
I’m Steve Coggins, attorney at law. I got a phone call from an old
friend last night…
One and the same.
He sets his briefcase on a cheap, plastic table and opens it, pulling out a sheaf
She e-mailed me the police report that you had forwarded to her. After
reading it, I understand your concern for your brother.
I’ve talked to the arresting officer as well as the other officers
on the scene. I hate to call any case an ‘open and shut’ event,
but this has all the characteristics of one. Your brother was there. Witnesses
– a dozen or more saw him – at Delilah’s Den. His prints
on the weapon. I’m sorry, Detective Hoyt.
And it doesn’t help that Cal claims he doesn’t remember a
(after a beat)
Has he had selective amnesia before?
Once or twice. Usually when he was drinking too much.
Do you know if he was drinking that night? And if so, what did he blow
on the breathalyzer?
Cal claims he wasn’t drinking…that he hasn’t touched
a drop in nearly a year. That he’s a sober member of AA and NA …
But I haven’t seen the tox report yet.
The LAWYER puts papers back in briefcase and shuts it.
I’ll tell the DA to send me a copy when they get it. If it shows
any alcohol levels, maybe we can plead the case down to self defense.
He holds out his hand for WOODY to shake.
I’m really sorry Detective Hoyt. I wish we were meeting under better
(shakes extended hand)
Thanks, MR. Coggins. MS. Walcott said you were one of the best. I appreciate
your time and effort.
He pats WOODY on the back as he leaves.
Just don’t lose faith. Not yet. Not until we see what evidence we’ve
WOODY follows behind the LAWYER, but before he gets to the exit, he’s stopped.
(coming out of his office)
Woody…. Woody, hang on a minute.
WOODY turns back around to face the SHERIFF, who is hustling over to him as fast
as his portly body will carry him.
Sheriff Weaver, is there something wrong?
He is panicking just a little, thinking Cal may have done something else.
No, no, son. There’s nothing wrong. I just thought you may want
to have a look at this. It just came over the fax.
He hands Woody a piece of paper.
WOODY is looking over the paper, his eyes widening.
He bolts out of the door.
END OF ACT ONE
I Miss You - Simple Plan
INT. WOODY’S APARTMENT - CONTINUING
JORDAN is there, watering the plants, feeding the goldfish, etc. Her phone
rings. She checks the caller id and flips it open.
Hey yourself. Miss me?
Just a little?
Okay… maybe more than a little…
(waits a beat and asks seriously)
So how’s it going, Woody?
Wisconsin is still cold and Kewaunee is still a Podunk town. And it looks
like my little brother is in a world of trouble….
What’s going on?
He’s accused of killing a guy named Ed Dayton. The word is that
this Dayton is no prince. He’s a small time, local hustler. Got a
rap sheet as long as my arm, but it’s mainly minor stuff. Some B &
E, vandalism, public drunkenness, fighting, gambling, some drug use and
sales. Cal supposedly shot him behind a lovely local establishment called
Delilah’s Den. It’s a nightclub/strip joint combo…Cal
knows this guy and his fingerprints are all over the murder weapon…and
a dozen witnesses can put him at the scene at the time…..
Oh, man….Woods….it sounds….it sounds….
She pauses to search for a better word.
I know. It sounds bad. The worst it could sound…there’s just
this one thing….
JORDAN sits down on the arm of his couch.
Cal claims he doesn’t remember a thing…
(slowly and thoughtfully)
Do you believe him?
I don’t know…
Cal was at a club…had he been drinking any?
No. His tox report came back clean as a whistle. He told me had hadn’t
had a drop of alcohol in a year…that he’s a member of AA and
NA…I didn’t believe him at first, given his history, but yeah,
now I do (beat, then he speaks slowly) He was clean and sober, Jor. But
he can’t remember anything…
So what are you thinking?
It makes no sense, forensically thinking, that a clean and sober man would
have a bout of amnesia for six hours…
No, it doesn’t.
She pauses to let Woody think it through.
Not without a reason.
Like severe emotional trauma?
But his tox report came back clean.
That doesn’t mean much. I bet it was the standard tox screen that
we run. It checks for blood alcohol levels and regular street drugs. It
doesn’t catch other things…
Rohypnol, Ketamine… Versed
Date rape drugs?
Yeah…remember….voice of experience here… two times.
Think about what those drugs do….they are memory inhibitors. One shot
of them and your whole world disappears for about six to eight hours. And
a standard tox screen won’t pick them up because they disappear from
the blood stream so quickly.
So you have to run a special screen…
One they have probably never heard of here?
That or they don’t have the equipment for and it’ll take them
six months to get it back from the Milwaukee lab…
9. INT. WOODY’S HOTEL ROOM – CONTINUING
WOODY rubs a tired hand down his equally tired face.
Need a favor, Farm Boy?
Would I come to Kewaunee and bring my toys with me?
10. INT. WOODY’S APARTMENT - CONTINUING
JORDAN is smiling even though he can’t see it
Me and my toys will be out on the next flight.
Where are you? Still at work?
No. I’m at your apartment … got the mail in, watered the plants…Getting
my lacy underwear out of your bathroom.
(groaning at the thought)
Jordan…you don’t have any lacy underwear in my bathroom.
No, you don’t…
(thoughtfully and slowly)
Must have been the other guy’s house….
WOODY is outraged, even though he knows she’s teasing.
Just kidding… want to know what kind of underwear I’ve got
(still dying on the other end)
Or if I’m wearing underwear?
I am hanging up now. Call me when you know what flight you’re on.
I’ll pick you up.
No more underwear jokes, please. I don’t think my libido can stand
I was just going to tell you I love you…
11. WOODY’S HOTEL ROOM – CONTINUING
WOODY is now smiling on the other end.
I love you, too.
12. EXT. MORGUE PARKING LOT – DAY
KATE is getting out of her car. She's talking on her cell phone.
You haven't even gotten called to the stand yet?
13. INT. COURTHOUSE HALLWAY - CONTINUING
GARRET is standing in the hallway of a courthouse.
The defense's forensic accountant has a bad case of verbal diarrhea. Looks
like I won't testify until tomorrow morning at the earliest.
14. EXT. MORGUE PARKING LOT - CONTINUING
KATE is still standing in the Morgue parking lot
We've been a man down before. Shouldn't be a problem.
15. INT. MORGUE LOBBY – CONTINUING
The elevator doors slide open. We see KATE'S face, looking confident, and then
her mouth falls open, and her eyes widen. From her POV, we see the morgue lobby.
Total chaos reigns. EMMY is behind the desk. The phone is ringing off the hook.
The lobby is packed with family members, cops, delivery people, etc. No one
looks very happy, and EMMY is going crazy. KATE pushes her way through the lobby.
We hear snippets of people talking, trying to get someone's attention.
Medical Examiner's, can you hold please?.... Medical Examiner's can you
I've been here for two hours! Can someone tell me when I can pick up my
Look, I really need someone to sign for this!
We gotta get that autopsy report PRONTO!
DR. Switzer? DR. Switzer?! I have your messages! (she hands KATE a huge
stack of messages) And these are your autopsies scheduled for today. (She
hands KATE another stack of papers.) Medical Examiner’s, can you hold
please, Medical Examiner’s, can you hold please?...
16. INT. MORGUE HALLWAY - CONTINUING
KATE stumbles down the hallway, a bit in a state of shock. She sees NIGEL coming
down the hall towards her. He is frantic and wild-eyed.
There you are!
What the hell happened? Did half the population of Boston die overnight?
We're short-staffed…running a bit behind.
A bit? Garret's out, but that shouldn't…
Lily called in sick.
And so Bug is…
Taking a personal day to stay home with Lily and the baby.
Still, that leaves Jordan.
NIGEL makes a face.
She left a message this morning…she's taking a few days leave.
You're kidding me, right? I had to fill out form HR 57 dash…whatever
in triplicate to take half a day to get my teeth cleaned, and she gets to
skip out on a whim? Yet again, the rules seem to apply to everyone but Jordan
Have a heart. It's a bit of an emergency. She's gone to Kewaunee…
Kewaunee, Wisconsin. Small town that produced our own Woodrow Hoyt. His
brother's been charged with murder.
(with a snort)
If I were stuck in Kewaunee, Wisconsin, I'd probably kill someone, too.
There must be a temp agency we use in situations like this, right? Have
them send some help over.
Help. As in…?
Administrative help. Someone to cover phones, set up file folders until
we can clear some of this backlog. How hard could that possibly be?
17. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – DAY
There is a dizzying array of stunningly bad candidates for the job, speaking
as if they are being interviewed by Kate.
18. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING
We see a BUXOM BLEACH-BLONDE BIMBETTE.
I've never been inside a morg-yoo before.
19. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING
Now we have a CHATTY CATHY with lots of teeth and big hair. Talking a mile
Wow. Working in a morgue. That's crazy. So, you can like, go to a party
and meet someone and they can ask you what you do for a living and you can
say, "I see dead people." Ohmigod, that's hilarious. I gotta use
20. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING
There is a WEIRD DUDE with hair greased down, thick glasses, cheesy little
(grinning a bit too creepily)
No. I don't have a problem with dead people.
21. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING
Next up is a seemingly NORMAL NELLIE in nice professional attire.
As you can see, I'm an experienced office manager, and my references are
impeccable. The only drawback is…I don't like dead people. Or being
around dead people in general.
22. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING
Now there’s a morose looking GOTH GIRL. Black hair, black eyeliner, dark
I'm a real people person.
23. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING
So, what do you do here, anyway? Are they, like, real dead people?
24. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING
I'm a talker. Talk talk talk talk talk. That's me. All day long.
25. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING
…And I don't like being around people who work with dead people.
26. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING
The WEIRD DUDE is drawing in a long breath through his nose.
27. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING
Death. Life. It's all the same.
28. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING
…but my Uncle Phil had this thing on his neck and they didn't know
what it was but it was huuuuge and one day he just keeled over and died
just like that just plopped face down right in the middle of Aunt Marge's
sweet potato casserole. So my poor Aunt Marge, she just…
29. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING
…And I really just don't like being in the same building with dead
people, come to think of it. (winning smile) But other than that…!
30. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING
So…would I get to sit in on the autopsies?
31. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING
KATE is sitting at her desk, looking frazzled and frustrated.
32. INT. MORGUE HALLWAY – CONTINUING
KATE is heading down the hallway, looking none-too-happy. NIGEL comes out of
one of the rooms and catches up with her.
Luck? Let's see. We had the most annoying woman in America, several long-lost
members of the Addams family, and a woman who apparently stumbled into the
"morg-yoo" on the way to her Hooters interview. Call Bug. Call
Jordan Beg. Wheedle. Cajole. I don't care what you have to do. But get at
least one of them back here. Now!
KATE strides off, leaving NIGEL looking frazzled.
33. INT. MILWAUKEE AIRPORT FRONT DESK - DAY
WOODY is there, scanning the arrival and departure boards, a worried look crossing
his face. JORDAN’S flight is late. He paces, then sits. Then paces some
more. He goes to the front desk to speak the attendant there.
Excuse me? Ma’am?
The ATTENDANT is smiling big, trying to flirt a little with him but Woods is having
none of it.
How may I help you?
(obviously fighting nervousness)
Flight 843 out of Boston. Can you tell me why it’s been delayed?
And how much longer it will be?
(checking computer screen)
Let’s see….Flight 843 out of Boston … with a stop over
in Chicago… It’s running about thirty minutes behind …
but I don’t know why.
She looks up at WOODY with another smile.
But it should be here soon.
He resumes pacing until he hears the announcement over the pa that flight 843
has arrived. A look of relief spreads over his face. Then he hightails it over
to where the passengers are disembarking, craning his neck until he catches sight
JORDAN is fighting her way through the crowd to him, hugging him hard when they
finally meet up.
She kisses him briefly, but finds them lingering over it longer than she expected.
How’re you doing?
Better now. Much better.
He brushes her hair behind her ear.
How are you?
(her face says everything)
I’ve been better…
How was it? The flight?
Well, it would have been nice if the first time I’ve flown since
the crash didn’t have twenty minutes of the turbulence from hell…
(looking very concerned)
Oh, I am so sorry, babe…
JORDAN looks up at him, some lingering fright still in her eyes.
And you weren’t there to hold my hand…
I’ll make it up to you.
Promise. (looks around) Let’s get your bags and get out of here.
35. MILWAUKEE AIRPORT BAGGAGE CLAIM - CONTINUING
They make their way over to the baggage claim. JORDAN points out her bags and
she and WOODY get them.
Most of my “toys” should be arriving by FedEx this afternoon
at your hotel. I figured getting them cleared through airport security would
be a hassle.
You found out where I was staying?
Nigel found out where you were staying. Give that man a computer and an
internet search engine and he can find out where God’s staying…
36. WOODY’S HOTEL ROOM – EARLY AFTERNOON
The boxes have arrived and have been brought up. WOODY and JORDAN are just
getting in. He opens the door to the room. There are two double beds.
Here we are. It’s not much, but you gotta remember, this is Kewaunee.
(beat) I thought this might be less awkward than staying at Uncle Mike’s
with the family staring over our shoulders the whole time.
“The family?” You make it sound the mafia, Woods.
You don’t know my family.
There is somewhat of an awkward pause as they take in the room.
There’s um…two beds….and I thought…but if you
want your own room, I completely understand.
JORDAN knows he’s thinking of Littleton and its ugly aftermath
It’s fine, Woody.
JORDAN smiles and gives him a kiss on the cheek.
She puts the bags down and goes over to the boxes and begins sorting.
These need to go to the Sheriff’s department. Were we able to get
a room there to work?
WOODY nods and sits down on his bed.
I still can’t believe this is happening, you know? It’s kinda
like a bad dream and none of it makes a helluva lot of sense.
JORDAN sits beside him and takes his hand.
I know. Been there myself, a time or two. What you do know is that Cal
didn’t betray your trust. He wasn’t drinking…he wasn’t
doing drugs. He probably shouldn’t have been at Delilah’s Den,
but at least he was clean.
(gives a lopsided grin)
He’s still a bone head about some things.
(nodding in agreement)
Oh, I don’t know. Are the strippers good looking? (grins) Let’s
see if we can at least get him out of this mess that’s not is fault.
We can deal with the other bone head issues later.
Yeah. (glances at watch) I’ve set up a meeting with Steve Coggins,
Cal’s lawyer at two-thirty. He knows Walcott. I wanted you to look
over everything he’s got and tell me your opinion.
JORDAN stands and holds out hand for him to take.
So let’s you and me blow this joint and grab some lunch?
(now smiling a little)
What are you in the mood for?
As long as I don’t have to fly anywhere, I really don’t care.
37. INT. NORMA'S DINER - DAY
WOODY and JORDAN are seated in a banquette at one of those all-day-breakfast
type diners. Hasn't been remodeled in quite some time, and the locals like it
just fine that way. A waitress slides a plate of gooey mess in front of JORDAN.
The "Spamlette!" Three egg omelette with cheese, onions, mushrooms,
peppers, and Spam. Norma's is famous for them.
I can feel my arteries hardening already.
I can feel my arteries hardening already.
You know, I always pictured Kewaunee being kind of stuck in the fifties.
But it looks like you made it all the way to the early seventies.
Yeah, I'm kind of digging the "early Brady Bunch" vibe.
Something on the other side of the diner catches WOODY's eye, and a surprised
look registers on his face. JORDAN looks at him, and then to where he is looking.
From their POV, we see a young woman, 30. She is attractive enough, but not doing
much with what she was given. Tired-looking. She's wearing a starchy waitress
uniform, sensible shoes and has a nametag that reads: "ANNIE." She looks
up and sees WOODY and crosses to their banquette. JORDAN watches with interest.
They share a slightly awkward hug. JORDAN has perked up at the mention of ANNIE's
name. She knows this is WOODY's ex-fiancée.
Thanks. You're…you look great, too. Different.
It's the haircut. Ummm, Annie, this is my…girlfriend. Jordan Cavanaugh.
Jordan, this is Annie…
ANNIE and JORDAN shake hands.
Hi, Annie Sweeney.
Mike Sweeney and I got married. Been about five years now.
Yeah! You should go over and say hi. He's running his dad's Chevy dealership
now. And I'm helping Norma out for a couple of months until I go out on
Yeah, number three! Mike, Jr., Madison, and baby Makenna.
Wow. How alliterative.
Well, I gotta get back to work. Nice meeting you, Jordan.
You, too. Good luck with the baby.
Thanks. It was really good to see you, Woody. Maybe we can all catch up
while you're in town.
Call us. We're at my mom's for awhile. It's the same number from when
we (she bites her tongue)…Anyway, we're in the book.
Good to see you, Annie.
ANNIE turns and heads over to another table to take an order. JORDAN watches WOODY's
reaction. He's watching her, not with regret, but with other emotions - kind of
a wistful nostalgia tinged with relief. JORDAN breaks the moment with some teasing.
What was I supposed to call you? There's no word in the English language
to describe our relationship.
I don't know. Girlfriend. It's growing on me. Maybe you'll ask me to the
sock hop and let me wear your letter sweater, too.
They share a smile.
38. INT. KEWAUNEE JAIL VISITING AREA – AFTER LUNCH
WOODY and JORDAN are in the visiting area waiting for CAL. We see CAL coming
down the hallway and being led in. He is surprised to see JORDAN, and his face
Jordan! What are you doing here? Woody didn’t tell me you were coming.
(trying to make light)
Somebody had to come bust you outta here. Orange is so not your
Jordan’s going to run some tests. Find out what you were drugged
So, you believe me?
Yeah. I believe you.
CAL smiles gratefully. They all sit down. CAL is silent for a moment, his eyes
going back and forth between WOODY and JORDAN, trying to figure something out.
So, are you having sex with my brother yet?
Hey! That’s…none of your business, Calvin. Don’t think
‘cause you’re in here, I won’t call you out.
So, that’s a no.
JORDAN smiles, enjoying watching WOODY squirm.
That’s…personal. Jordan’s here in a professional capacity.
But we’re…together. And not like brother and sister,
It’s about time. Hey, Jordan, have you heard that weird thing he
does with his jaw when he gets really tired yet?
What, the popping thing? It’s freaky!
Yeah, I know! And he’s got this weird scar right here that
Okay, okay. You can compare notes later. We’ve got work to do here.
Your lawyer filed a motion to get access to the remaining blood sample they
took after you were arrested. The DA isn’t opposing the motion, so
we should have it by the end of the day.
If I can find out what you were drugged with, it might lead us to who
You think it’ll work?
WOODY and JORDAN trade concerned looks. The silence says it all, and CAL is crestfallen.
We’re gonna get you out of here. All right?
CAL smiles weakly. WOODY reaches out and puts his hand on top of CAL’s.
They have a nice brotherly moment, and JORDAN smiles.
END OF ACT TWO
39. INT. MORGUE - MORNING
KATE on phone with GARRET. All hell is still breaking loose at the morgue.
What do you mean, you still haven’t testified?
40. INT. COURTHOUSE HALLWAY - CONTINUING
The case of verbal diarrhea I was telling you about? Well it seems that
forensic accountant relapsed. I hope (crosses fingers) to be out of here
today on the four o’clock flight.
Is that a problem?
41. INT. MORGUE - CONTINUING
KATE looks around at the reigning chaos…EMMY is still putting everyone
on hold, people are still shouting demands, and there is a waiting room still
full of people. She swallows hard and turns her attention back to GARRET’S
No..(testily) No problem at all…
Come on, Kate. It’s just me that’s gone. How hard can this
42. INT. COURTHOUSE - CONTINUING
GARRET switches the phone to his other ear and stiffens.
43. INT. MORGUE - CONTINUING
KATE closes eyes and speaks slowly
That shouldn’t be too much of a problem.
BUG’s out taking care of Lily and Maddie…
Promise Jordan overtime. She likes working long hours.
AWOL. Absent without leave….
Some place called Kewaunee, Wisconsin…
(giving a disbelieving snort)
Why the hell is Woody back in Kewaunee? I thought he had kissed that place
good bye years ago.
Something about his brother being arrested.
Cal? Oh Jesus, that can’t be good.
Good or bad, she’s not here.
44. INT. COURTHOUSE - CONTINUING
(hearing his name being called)
Look, Kate. I gotta go. They’re calling me now. Meanwhile call that
temp agency we use and see if they can’t at least get someone in who
can answer the phone. Then call the morgue at Cambridge -- they owe us a
favor, even if they don’t do as good work as we do…
He hears his name called again.
I gotta go… Bye.
45. INT. MORGUE - CONTINUING
KATE looks at the telephone in her hand.
Gee, thanks. I would have never thought of those solutions all by myself…
She shakes head and starts calling for NIGEL.
NIGEL pops his head out of Autopsy One.
(harried and frustrated)
Don’t call me luv!
Yes, lu… Kate.
Have you talked to Bug?
NIGEL swallows hard and looks nervous.
Lily’s still running a fever and throwing up. Now Maddie’s
running one, too.
She is exasperated and puts her hands on her hips.
So we know he’s not coming in anytime soon. What about Jordan?
Yes, Jordan. You know…about so tall, long brown hair, (voice rising)
Doesn’t know that the rules apply to her, too?
I haven’t talked to Jordan…
Well don’t you think it would be a good idea if you phoned her to
see when she plans on gracing us with her presence?
NIGEL is now really nervous, obviously torn between his friendship with JORDAN
and his new feelings toward KATE. Reluctantly he pulls out his cell phone and
There is a muffled sound.
Jordan? Look….I hate to ask you this, but do you have any idea when
you’ll be back? Yeah…I know….But it’s just that
Lily and Maddie are ill and Bug has taken some time off to be with them…
and Garret still hasn’t gotten back from testifying at the trial in
Virginia….Yes, yes… I see. I’ll tell her. We’ll
see you soon.
(hands still on hips)
NIGEL nervously folds phone and puts it in his pocket.
Well, you….you….see….the case with Cal is a little more
complicated than she thought. They had to subpoena the blood drawn from
Cal the night of the murders and Jordan needs to run another tox screen.
(cutting him off)
When did she say she’d be back?
(doubly nervous now)
She’s really not sure….
46. INT. DELILAH'S DEN – DAY
WOODY is inside the nightclub during daylight hours. It's empty of customers.
The BARTENDER (JIMMY) is behind the bar, drying glasses, setting things up for
that night, etc. The OWNER (ROY) is sitting at the bar drinking something.
Cal? Yeah, he's been coming here a couple nights a week since I opened
the place last year. I heard a lot of rumors about the stuff he used to
get into before he cleaned up, but I never saw it. Good kid.
What was Cal drinking that night?
Same thing he always drinks. Grapefruit juice.
So, you've never seen him drink alcohol in here?
No. Not exactly a big spender, but he pays his tab and minds his own business.
Like I said, he's a good kid. I don't think he's coming in here for the
beverages, if you catch my meaning. (to BARTENDER) Right, Jimmy?
Cal kinda has a soft spot for the girls. Looks out for them. Walks 'em
to their car after the show. Keeps the drunks from hitting on 'em.
What about Dayton? Was he a regular?
Yeah, he thought he was a real Tony Soprano. Nothing but a small-time
hood. Cons, gambling.
Can you think of anyone who might have an axe to grind with him?
Who didn't? He didn't exactly know how to win friends and influence people.
Did you see my brother talking to him that night?
I didn't want to say this before to the Sheriff. I like Cal. But…I
saw them sitting at the end of the bar together. They were arguing. I couldn't
hear all of what they were saying, but it was about one of the girls. Cal
told him to stay away from her, or Ed would have to answer to him.
We can see movement behind Woody. Someone – a female figure – has
entered the nightclub.
One of the girls…can you tell me which one?
Yeah, that's her over there. Amber Lynn.
Woody turns around to see the girl head in his direction. His mouth falls open,
as does hers.
…Mary Alice MacKenzie…
47. INT. DELILAH’S DEN BAR - CONTINUING
WOODY and MARY ALICE are sitting at the bar.
Cal and I hadn't seen each other since…well, since we were all in
high school. We met up again after I started working here. He was a real
gentleman. Kept an eye out for all us girls, but I always got the feeling
I was sorta special.
What about Ed Dayton?
(rolls her eyes)
Uuugh. He was in here every night drooling all over me. At first I was
kind of flattered. The tips were great. Then he just started creeping me
WOODY nods, absorbing her answers. Suddenly she blurts out:
That night. I know it was forever ago, but I'm sorry. Me and Cal? I don't
know why we did it. I can still see you standing there in your tux holding
that corsage with that look on your face.
I'm not really sure what…
I made some mistakes, but I'm trying, Woody. I got a kid, and I'm working
two jobs just to get by. I'm not a bad person.
You're right. It was forever ago.
His phone rings. He sees it is JORDAN and answers eagerly.
Talk to me, Jordan…
Just ran the tox screen. Nada. Clean as a whistle…
Not necessarily. We need to call the lawyer and get him to file another
Why? What for?
Hair samples. I'll explain later.
Rog. You call the lawyer and tell him what you need, and I'll meet you
back at the hotel.
WOODY flips the phone shut and rises from the bar.
Listen, it was…uh…nice to see you again, Mary Alice.
Yeah, you too, Woody. (sadly) And if it's any consolation, for a two drink
minimum, you can see what you missed out on that night.
WOODY returns her sad smile and heads out of the bar.
48. INT. COUNTY JAIL INTERROGATION ROOM - AFTERNOON
CAL is seated in the interrogation room, JORDAN is behind him in rubber gloves
and holding tweezers. WOODY is beside her. Both the DA and STEVE COGGINS are
present, as well as the SHERIFF.
Now tell me again why you’re doing this?
I need hair samples…
As JORDAN extracts several hair samples with tweezers, CAL yelps.
Ouch! You know Jordan, I’ve always had this fantasy about me and
you and latex…but somehow gloves never fit into the picture.
WOODY slaps him on the arm in warning.
What did I tell you about Jordan?
Again, she’s pulled a little too hard with the tweezers.
Any other girl from Boston but her…
And don’t you forget it.
(hiding a smirk)
Hang on…I’ll be through in a minute.
She plucks another hair sample.
There. That should do it.
She drops hair samples in three vials.
Now, we’ll run the test for Versed…
But I thought it disappeared too quickly from…?
(sealing the vials)
From the blood stream, yes. From hair and nails…no.
So if Cal was drugged, it will show up in the hair samples?
JORDAN nods and pats CAL on the back before they lead him back to his cell. He
pauses at the door and raises handcuffed hands to WOODY and JORDAN in good bye.
WOODY swallows hard and his eyes follow his brother out the door.
COGGINS also heads for the door, the DA behind him.
So when will you have the test results?
Not long. Maybe a few hours.
And you’ll make sure my office gets a copy?
JORDAN nods again and the LAWYERS and the SHERIFF file out.
What was Cal drinking the night of the murder?
(smiling like a cat with a canary)
Good…because if Cal was drugged…if it was Versed… grapefruit
juice ups the Versed’s ante. The drug reacts more strongly with something
Like grapefruit juice.
Like grapefruit juice.
49. INT. COUNTY JAIL – CONTINUING
JORDAN takes the vials leaves the interrogation room to go to the room where
her equipment is set up, followed by WOODY. she begins the procedure with him
leaning against the wall watching.
You’ll never guess who I saw today at Delilah’s Den
Given this is Kewaunee … and you seem to be related to half the
town and know the other half as friends….gee, I have no idea.
JORDAN’S forehead wrinkles as she tries to remember if WOODY has ever mentioned
anyone with that name. Nothing pops.
Formerly known as Mary Alice MacKenzie
Formerly known as Mary Alice MacKenzie? (now astonished) The girl that
stood you up for prom and ran off with Cal? That Mary Alice MacKenzie?
One and the same. Amber Lynn is her stage name…
Her stage name?
Her face changes to amazement.
So Mary Alice is a …a…. stripper?
A stripper my little brother seems to have a soft spot for...
So Cal still has a thing for his stolen prom date?
Evidently. Mary Alice…Amber…said that this Ed Dayton guy used
to drool all over her. Cal kept him at bay. The owner said that normally
Cal kept to himself. Minded his own business…until the night of the
murders. Then he and Ed got into an argument at the end of the bar.
Well, that’s not good…
No, it’s not. (musing) Mary Alice MacKenzie….is now Amber
And takes her clothes off for the paying masses
She continues to work on the hair samples.
Makes you kinda wish you’d been able to keep that prom date, huh
No…no. I was just thinking how time changes people so much.
All of us change with time, Woods. Some of us more than others. (gives
him a smile)
I’ve got to get him out of here, Jor.
Well, with a little luck this test will bust him right out of the Kewaunee
I’m not talking about that…I’m talking about out of
here here…out of Kewaunee.
JORDAN gives him an inquiring look.
As long as Cal stays here, he’s still the poor, little, orphaned
Hoyt brother. That’s how everyone is going to see him. And Cal’s
more than that. He’s clean. He’s sober. He’s holding a
steady job. He could be so much more than he is here.
And this is the voice of experience?
Well, if he turns out to be half the man his brother is…
The machine dings, indicating the tests are done. JORDAN examines the screen and
I think you need to tell Cal to pack his bags.
END OF ACT THREE
50. INT. MORGUE LOBBY – DAY
There is still chaos in the lobby. People waiting, salesmen and delivery people
demanding to be seen, etc. NIGEL is trying to calm people, assure them someone
will get to them…eventually. KATE walks through, looking very frazzled.
Everyone looks very hot and sweaty. EMMY is on the phone, and she has a desk
fan set up on her desk.
Yes. No, that's not…(spots KATE) DR. Switzer, it's the HVAC company.
They say they won't be able to fix the air conditioning until next week.
Give me that. (into phone) Hello, this is DR. Kate Switzer, acting chief
medical examiner. Is the air conditioner working where you are?...Good.
Well, we've got no a/c in the middle of Indian Summer. No a/c + heatwave
+ dead bodies. You do the math. So, how 'bout we bring some of the bodies
down to where you are and store them there? We can set up an autopsy table
in the break room between the mini-fridge and the Cheetos machine…You
apparently think I'm kidding….Yeah, that's what I thought. Yeah. Before
Slams down the phone. There is more yelling. NIGEL and KATE look like they're
about to crack when the elevator doors part. BUG stands there, exuding a zen-like
calm. Everything seems slightly slowed down. It is a little bit miraculous.
The yelling quiets, people stop and stare as he parts the crowd and calmly walks
BUG smiles at them beatifically and heads calmly down the hall toward autopsy.
KATE and NIGEL look baffled and follow him to get back to work.
51. INT. KEWAUNEE DA'S OFFICE – DAY
WOODY and JORDAN are pacing in the hallway outside the D.A.'s office. The door
opens, and STEVE COGGINS steps out, briefcase in hand. WOODY and JORDAN look
at him expectantly
(shaking his head with disappointment)
You're kidding me, right?
He's not dropping the charges. Not yet, anyway.
Cal was drugged! What the hell does this guy want?
There's no proof Cal didn't slip himself the Versed after the murder to
make it look like he was drugged. We need a smoking gun.
I got his smoking gun…
You've got to find out who put the drugs in his drink. The D.A.'s not
going to let Cal walk until we can prove who really killed Ed Dayton. I'm
going back to my office to draft a Motion to Dismiss right now, but you
two gotta get me a name to fill in.
COGGINS nods a quick goodbye and hurries off. WOODY and JORDAN look at each
other with worry.
52. INT. JAIL VISITING AREA – DAY
CAL is sitting in the visiting area looking very worried and tired. WOODY is
standing above him. JORDAN is standing a bit at a distance. We get the sense
that there is tension between the brothers, and WOODY has been firing questions
Come on. Think, Cal, think! Who would have wanted to frame you?
I told you, I don't know!
Did you see anybody putting anything in your drink? Anything suspicious
No! I told you! I went there like usual after work. Had something to drink,
watched the show. I never even got up off the barstool.
Until Dayton came over.
He made some comments about Mary Alice. We got into a fight, but I never
laid a hand on him. I told him to leave her alone or he'd have to answer
You just gave the jury everything they'd need to put you away for life,
Calvin. Jesus, what the hell were you doing there, anyway? Why are you hanging
around with these people? You're a recovering addict!
I got news for you, bro. No one's inviting me to play mixed doubles at
the country club. "These people" are my friends. Mary Alice…she's
a single mom. Works all day as a receptionist in a doctor's office and then
dances at the club until 2AM.
Mary Alice. She works in a doctor's office?
Why? Is it important?
Could be. Versed is used in dental extractions. Cal…Mary Alice didn't
work in a dentist's office, did she?
Cut to CAL. He looks back and forth at WOODY and JORDAN, sadness and shock.
53. INT. SHERIFF'S DEPT INTERVIEW ROOM – DAY
SHERIFF WEAVER, D.A., and COGGINS are in the interview room. MARY ALICE is
sitting at the table with her LAWYER. She's dressed in medical office type scrubs.
She's crying. WOODY and JORDAN are watching from behind the two-way mirror.
Jimmy and I…Cal didn't know about us. No one did. Roy had a rule
that employees couldn't date. Jimmy owed Ed a lot of money. He'd been gambling,
taking money out of the till. Roy was getting suspicious, and Ed was calling
in the debt. Jimmy asked me to get the Versed from work. Said he had some
kind of plan that would get him off the hook with the gambling money. I
swear to you, if I'd known he was going to kill Dayton and set up Cal, I
never would have done it! I swear! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…
54. INT. DELILAH'S DEN – NIGHT
Things are in full swing. The club is loud and packed with lowlifes. SHERIFF
WEAVER, WOODY and JORDAN cut through the crowd. We see BARTENDER behind the
bar. He looks nervous as they approach.
Jimmy Williams, you're under arrest for the murder of Ed Dayton.
SHERIFF slaps cuffs on him, and he's lead away while being read his rights.
WOODY and JORDAN share a sad but satisfied look.
55. INT. MORGUE LOBBY – NIGHT
KATE and NIGEL stand in the lobby, gazing in amazement. It is empty. Peaceful.
EMMY is rising from her desk. It is tidy. The phone is not ringing. She is exhausted,
but she smiles.
Good night. See you tomorrow.
KATE mumbles a goodbye as EMMY hurries to the elevator and exits, leaving the
lobby utterly still. BUG enters with a stack of neat file folders. He places them
on the desk.
Well, that's the last of it. We're officially caught up.
How did you do it, Bug? It would have taken us two weeks to clear that
backlog, and you did it in eight hours.
I've been taking care of Lily and Maddie for the past two days. After
48 hours of dirty diapers and sick buckets, this is your basic Sunday in
Come on, Buggles. I'll buy you a drink.
NIGEL and BUG head for the elevator. KATE hangs back a little.
You coming, Kate?
Please. The whole after-work-happy-hour-ritual? Not my thing.
Come on. Just one won't hurt.
She's secretly pleased to be asked. But groans
All right. But make it a double.
She steps in the elevator and it shuts on the three of them looking tired but
END OF ACT FOUR
Brotherly Love - Keith Whitley & Earl Thomas Conley
56. INT. KEWAUNEE JAIL, WAITING AREA.
JORDAN and WOODY are waiting on CAL to be released. He comes through the door,
dressed in street clothes.
I never want to see orange again….
I told you, man, it’s so not your color.
I don’t even want to have a pumpkin at Halloween.
WOODY leans against the wall, hands in pockets, watching and listening to the
You look good for a man that’s been in the Kewaunee County pokey
for a little over week.
CAL glances down briefly before looking WOODY in the eyes.
I owe you one, bro.
(nodding towards JORDAN)
You owe her, too.
(smiling at JORDAN)
I know…I know. If it weren’t for you two, I’d still
be in that cell waiting to go on trial for something I didn’t do.
Consider it a family favor.
He raises eyebrows and gives JORDAN and WOODY a look.
Something you two aren’t telling me?
WOODY watches JORDAN as she begins to precede them out the door. He pats CAL on
the back as they follow behind.
57. EXT. PARKING LOT OF THE JAIL - CONTINUING
Let’s just say we’re working on it.
To hear you tell it, you’ve been working on “it” for
Seven’s the number of perfection…
So the nuns told us.
Speaking of perfection…
He stops CAL in the parking lot and puts both hands on his shoulders
We need to talk.
CAL tenses, expecting another “big brother” lecture.
I told you, Woody…I’m clean. I don’t do drugs,
I don’t drink, I don’t gamble. I told you I was going to change
and I have…honest. You can ask…
I know. I know you have changed. And believe it or not, that’s
what I’m telling you…you need to leave Kewaunee, Cal.
Leave? Here? Leave home?
You need to, Cal. You’ve done a 180 with your life. But as long
as you stay here, the only person people in Kewaunee are going to see is
the old Cal. Cal, the poor, youngest, orphaned Hoyt brother. If you stay
here, Kewaunee’s just going to limit your options.
CAL looks around at the bleak Kewaunee landscape and then back at WOODY.
And this is coming from someone who knows…
(exhaling a deep breath)
Okay…I’ll give it serious consideration. Milwaukee’s
a big town…
WOODY glances to the car where JORDAN SITS and then gives CAL a look.
She’s off-limits, man…
He gives WOODY a sly grin.
But I’d like to get to know my future sister-in-law a little better…
I never said…
You didn’t have to. The way you two look at each other says it all.
58. INT. MORGUE HALLWAY - DAY
WOODY and JORDAN have just gotten off one elevator and are standing at the
reception desk, where JORDAN is getting her messages from EMMY. GARRET gets
off the other elevator and joins them.
It’s good to be back…
How’d Virginia go?
GARRET shakes his head and chuckles.
It went. How’d Kewaunee go?
JORDAN turns to WOODY, indicating he should answer. WOODY pauses for a moment
to reflect on everything.
Good. Kewaunee…for all its intents and purposes went good.
GARRET raises questioning eyebrows at JORDAN, who shakes her head. GARRET gives
a tiny nod, knowing she’ll fill him in later.
So … here we are. Back at go.
She begins to walk toward her office, WOODY trailing behind.
Looks like they survived fine without us.
(calling after her)
Yeah, I just don’t think I’d ask for another emergency leave
59. INT. MORGUE – JORDAN’S OFFICE
WOODY and JORDAN enter her office and she shuts the door and begins to leaf
through her stack of messages. WOODY props himself against the side of her desk,
obviously a million miles away.
I don’t think there’s ever going to be a reason for me or
Cal to go back to Kewaunee.
JORDAN caught off-guard by that statement, looks at him in surprise.
I said, I don’t think there’s ever going to be a reason for
me or Cal to go back to Kewaunee…
JORDAN puts down her messages and props herself beside him
Sure there will be…births, funerals… graduations…
I don’t think so. Look at me. I was gone seven years. Been back
twice. My parents are dead. I never hear from anyone else unless they’re
in trouble. If any of my heart was still there, I would have been back more
JORDAN playfully nudges him in the ribs.
There’s always Annie…and Mary Alice MacKenzie
He puts his arm around her.
I’m glad I didn’t hook up with either one.
Thomas Wolfe was right…
You can’t go home again?
Nope. Not really. Not unless you accept the fact that home changes and
And they accept that you change, too?
So where’s home for you now, Woods?
(turning and pulling her to him)
A very wise woman told me something one time, a long time ago, in a far
away place called California…