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Episode #VS704


Homecoming

Crossing Jordan Virtual Season 7

“Yours Truly”

“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

Calvin Hoyt
Renee Walcott
Madeline (Maddie) Lebowski
Emmy
Uncle Mike
Deputy Kenny Johanssen
Sheriff Bill Weaver
Steve Coggins
Ed Dayton
Family Member
USPS Guy
Cop
Buxom bleach-blonde bimbette
Chatty Cathy
Weird Dude
Normal Nellie
Goth Girl
Airport Attendant
Annie Sweeney
Bartender (Jimmy Williams)
Bar Owner (Roy)
Amber Lynn/Mary Alice Mackenzie
Kewaunee District Attorney

SET LIST

INTERIORS
THE MORGUE
     HALLWAY
    TRACE
    LOBBY
    KATE’S OFFICE
    JORDAN’S OFFICE
    AUTOPSY ONE

JORDAN’S APARTMENT
KEWAUNEE SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT AND COUNTY JAIL
    WAITING AREA
    VISITATION AREA
    INTERROGATION ROOM
    INTERVIEW ROOM
WOODY’S HOTEL ROOM IN KEWAUNEE.
WOODY’S APARTMENT
MILWAUKEE AIRPORT
    FRONT DESK
    ARRIVAL GATE
    BAGGAGE CLAIM
COURTHOUSE
    HALLWAY
NORMA’S DINER
DELILAH’S DEN
    BAR
KEWAUNEE D.A.’S OFFICE

EXTERIORS
MORGUE
    PARKING LOT
KEWAUNEE COUNTY JAIL
    PARKING LOT

TEASER

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.

JORDAN
I swear it is.

WOODY gives her a look of complete disbelief.

WOODY
No way.

JORDAN
You can Google it, but you’ll see that I’m right.

WOODY
You mean you’re telling me that somebody, somewhere along the way decided to call the skin on the elbow a wenis.

JORDAN
(nodding)
You’ve got it.

WOODY
On purpose?

JORDAN
Yep. As in rhymes with the “p” word and is spelled almost identically.

WOODY
(shaking head disbelievingly)
Knowing that it would be used in polite company…and that people would giggle…

JORDAN
(hiding a smile)
Only if you’re in junior high school…

WOODY
You can’t tell me that you didn’t have a hard time keeping a straight face when you found out.

JORDAN
Woody, I’m a doctor. Wenis, penis….they’re all body parts. And at least fifty percent of the population has both.

WOODY
(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 wenis.”

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

JORDAN
Okay…I did. But only when they tried to talk about good wenis hygiene….

WOODY
Yeah… I bet…

phone callsWOODY’s 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

JORDAN
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

JORDAN
You okay?

WOODY
(sounding disgusted)
I’m fine.

JORDAN
(still curious)
Wasn’t that important? I mean it was a phone call and you are on duty…

WOODY
(sighing)
It wasn’t important.

JORDAN
(curiosity coming out of her ears by now)
But it was on your police phone and not your personal cell…

WOODY
Trust me…

His phone rings again and WOODY does the same flip it open and shut it action.

WOODY (cont’d)
… it’s not.

JORDAN
Woody….

WOODY
(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

GARRET
What’s a wenis?

WOODY
Jordan said the skin on your elbow was called a wenis.

GARRET
She said that?

WOODY nods

GARRET
(thoughtfully rubbing his chin)
Come to think of it, it is. I haven’t heard that term in a long time, though.

WOODY
(curious)
Then what’s it called now?

GARRET and JORDAN together
Skin

WOODY
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

WOODY (cont’d)
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

WOODY (cont’d)
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.

JORDAN
Why break a perfectly good tradition? It’s as good as my elevator trick…

Crossing Jordan Theme
CAMERA PANS OUT and the Crossing Jordan theme comes on


END OF TEASER

 

 

ACT 1

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.

WOODY
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."

JORDAN
Are you still on that? Face it. You got punked.

WOODY
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?

JORDAN
No, I'm good, thanks. You want Italian or blue cheese on your salad?

WOODY

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…"


JORDAN
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.

JORDAN
Why do you keep doing that?

WOODY
Doing what?

JORDAN
Not answering your phone.

WOODY
It's nothing. Nobody.

JORDAN
Come on! That's your work phone.

WOODY
It's not important.

JORDAN
They've called like six times. Somebody apparently thinks it's important.

WOODY
(sighs with exasperation)
It's Cal.

JORDAN
And you're not taking his calls because…

WOODY
Because…we haven't really…talked. Not since he was in Boston that time.

JORDAN
Woody, that was two years ago! You haven't talked to him since then?

WOODY
Yeah, well, when was the last time you talked to your dad?

JORDAN
My dad hasn't tried to call me six times in the last twenty-four hours. Something's up. You should talk to him.

WOODY
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.

JORDAN
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.

WOODY
He nearly got you killed, Jordan. I'm not sure I can ever forgive him for that.

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.

JORDAN
(through kisses)
You should get that.

WOODY
(through kisses)
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.

WOODY
It's not Cal…

WOODY
(answering the phone)
Uncle Mike? What's wrong?

WOODY's shoulders fall, his eyes drop shut, he rubs his temples.

WOODY (cont’d)
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.

JORDAN
What is it? What's wrong?

WOODY
It's Calvin. He's in jail. He's been arrested for murder.

JORDAN
Oh my God…but that's…Cal?...It's gotta be a mistake…

WOODY
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

 

NIGEL
Morning, love…

JORDAN
(totally absorbed in her work)
Morning yourself. Did you bring them?

She looks up expectantly

NIGEL
Would I be here without them?

JORDAN
Not without taking the risk of having your arm slowly amputated with a rusty scalpel.

NIGEL swallows hard and places a white bakery bag down in front of her

NIGEL
Here we are. Coffee and raspberry doughnuts.

JORDAN
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


NIGEL
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

NIGEL
So how is this Williams case panning out?

JORDAN
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

NIGEL
(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.

JORDAN
(rolling eyes)
You mean like that woman in North Carolina that poisoned three husbands with arsenic-laced food before she was caught?

NIGEL
(teasing)
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

NIGEL
So speaking of your significant other disappearing, where’s Woodrow?

JORDAN
Woody?

NIGEL
There’s another Boston detective named Woodrow?

JORDAN
(sighing)
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

NIGEL
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

NIGEL (cont’d)
Which brings me back to my original question….where’s Woodrow?

JORDAN closing her eyes and refusing to bite the bait

JORDAN
I haven’t seen him in the last several days….

NIGEL’s curiosity is at the full level, fingers steeple together and eyebrows are raised

NIGEL
Oh, reeeeeaaaaaaalllllllllyyyyyyyy? Trouble in Paradise, love?

JORDAN
(still not biting)
No.

NIGEL
(gently insistent)
You haven’t fought?

JORDAN shakes her head

NIGEL
You’re sure? You haven’t gotten scared and given Woody the old heave-ho have you, now?

JORDAN
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.

NIGEL
(raising eyebrows in alarm now)
Out of town? Without you? I thought you said that paradise was perfect?

JORDAN is finally patiently explaining

JORDAN
He’s gone home…

NIGEL is puzzled for a moment and then it clicks

NIGEL
(unbelievingly)
Wisconsin? Woody has gone home to Wisconsin?

JORDAN
Is that so hard to believe?

NIGEL
No …

He blows out a breath

NIGEL
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

JORDAN
He didn’t have a choice this time, Nige…

NIGEL
(now alarmed)
Why? What’s wrong? Is someone sick?

JORDAN
No…No one’s sick. But something is wrong…Cal…. Remember Cal?

NIGEL
(face darkening)
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

JORDAN
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.

KENNY
Deputy Hoyt? Is that you?

WOODY frowns, then a look of recognition spreads over his face.

WOODY
Kenny? Little Kenny Johanssen?

KENNY pumps WOODY's hand eagerly

KENNY
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.

WOODY
…what?

KENNY
I joined the sheriff's department! How 'bout that?!

WOODY
Yeah, I can see that, Kenny.

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.

KENNY (cont’d)
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.

KENNY (cont’d)
Aw, jeez, I'm sorry. I wasn't even thinking.

WOODY
It's okay, Kenny. (trying to escape) I'm looking for Bill Weaver. Is he around?

KENNY
(still mortified)
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.

WOODY
It's okay…really…

KENNY
I mean, it's terrible what…

SHERIFF
(voice over)
All right, Kenny. That'll do. I'm sure Detective Hoyt appreciates the warm welcome.

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 his hand.

WOODY
Sheriff Weaver, is it, now?

SHERIFF
Yeah, they finally kicked me upstairs.

WOODY
The town's in good hands, then.

SHERIFF
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.

SHERIFF (cont’d)
It's good to have you home again, son. I'm just sorry it has to be under these circumstances.

WOODY nods and gives a wan smile, but his face falls. Beat.

WOODY
How does it look?

SHERIFF
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.

WOODY
So…?

SHERIFF
I think your little brother is in a world of trouble.

WOODY's face falls, and he nods in understanding.

WOODY
I'd like to see him.

 

5. INT. SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT – VISITATION AREA – DAY

jail

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

WOODY
Cal…

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.

CAL
Thanks, Woody. When you wouldn't take my calls, I thought maybe you weren't coming.

WOODY
I almost didn't. Uncle Mike had to beg me.

CAL's face falls at the realization.

CAL
(Sadly)
Well. Thanks. I mean it.

WOODY
Why'd you do it, Cal?

CAL
I didn't do it! I swear!

WOODY
You know how many times I've heard that from you in my life? It stops having any meaning after awhile.

CAL
I know I've messed up before, but I'm telling the truth. You gotta believe me, Woods!

WOODY
(sighs with exasperation)
What happened?

CAL, after a beat, knowing how it'll go down

CAL
…I can't remember.

WOODY
Unbelievable! This is un…I don't even…

WOODY stands.

CAL
Woody…

WOODY
(to deputy)
You can take him back. We're done here.

CAL stands too, as WOODY turns his back and tries to exit the visitation area.

CAL
You've got to believe me, Woody.

WOODY
So, what was it? You were high? Drunk? Both?

CAL
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.

CAL (cont’d)
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.

WOODY
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.

WOODY
I do understand. But if you could…I don’t know … as a matter of professional courtesy?

There are more muffled sounds.

WOODY
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 evening.

He hangs up and checks laptop, clicks into email and downloads the report. As he glances it over, his face falls.

WOODY
Damn…

He runs his hand through his hair as he reads the report again.

WOODY
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.

WOODY
Ms. Walcott? This is Woody Hoyt…

RENÉE
Detective Hoyt?

WOODY
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

LAYWER
Detective Hoyt?

Woody turns, startled by the man’s appearance.

WOODY
Yes?

LAWYER
I’m Steve Coggins, attorney at law. I got a phone call from an old friend last night…

WOODY
Renée Walcott?

LAWYER
One and the same.

He sets his briefcase on a cheap, plastic table and opens it, pulling out a sheaf of papers.

LAWYER
She e-mailed me the police report that you had forwarded to her. After reading it, I understand your concern for your brother.

LAWYER
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.

WOODY
And it doesn’t help that Cal claims he doesn’t remember a thing…

LAWYER
(after a beat)
Has he had selective amnesia before?

WOODY
Once or twice. Usually when he was drinking too much.

LAWYER
Do you know if he was drinking that night? And if so, what did he blow on the breathalyzer?

WOODY
(shaking head)
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.

LAWYER
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.

LAWYER
I’m really sorry Detective Hoyt. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances.

WOODY
(shakes extended hand)
Thanks, MR. Coggins. MS. Walcott said you were one of the best. I appreciate your time and effort.

LAWYER
No problem.

He pats WOODY on the back as he leaves.

LAWYER
Just don’t lose faith. Not yet. Not until we see what evidence we’ve got.

WOODY follows behind the LAWYER, but before he gets to the exit, he’s stopped.

SHERIFF
(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.

WOODY
Sheriff Weaver, is there something wrong?

He is panicking just a little, thinking Cal may have done something else.

SHERIFF
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.

WOODY
Thanks….thanks Sheriff…

He bolts out of the door.

 

END OF ACT ONE

 

 

I Miss You - Simple Plan

 


ACT TWO

Domestic8. 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.

JORDAN
Hey….

WOODY
(sounding tired)
Hey yourself. Miss me?

JORDAN
(teasing)
A little….

WOODY
Just a little?

JORDAN
Okay… maybe more than a little…

JORDAN
(waits a beat and asks seriously)
So how’s it going, Woody?

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….

JORDAN
What’s going on?

WOODY
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…..

JORDAN
Oh, man….Woods….it sounds….it sounds….

She pauses to search for a better word.

WOODY
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.

JORDAN
What?

WOODY
Cal claims he doesn’t remember a thing…

JORDAN
(slowly and thoughtfully)
Do you believe him?

WOODY
(hesitantly)
I don’t know…

JORDAN
Cal was at a club…had he been drinking any?

WOODY
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…

JORDAN
So what are you thinking?

WOODY
It makes no sense, forensically thinking, that a clean and sober man would have a bout of amnesia for six hours…

JORDAN
No, it doesn’t.

She pauses to let Woody think it through.

JORDAN (cont’d)
Not without a reason.

WOODY
Like severe emotional trauma?

JORDAN
Or drugs…

WOODY
But his tox report came back clean.

JORDAN
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…

WOODY
Other things?

JORDAN
Rohypnol, Ketamine… Versed

WOODY
Date rape drugs?

JORDAN
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.

WOODY
So you have to run a special screen…

JORDAN
That’s right….

WOODY
One they have probably never heard of here?

JORDAN
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.

Tired

WOODY
Jordan….

JORDAN
(teasing)
Need a favor, Farm Boy?

WOODY
Would you…?

JORDAN
Would I come to Kewaunee and bring my toys with me?

WOODY
Please?

10. INT. WOODY’S APARTMENT - CONTINUING

JORDAN is smiling even though he can’t see it


JORDAN
Me and my toys will be out on the next flight.

WOODY
Thank you.

WOODY (cont’d)
(pauses)
Where are you? Still at work?

JORDAN
No. I’m at your apartment … got the mail in, watered the plants…Getting my lacy underwear out of your bathroom.

WOODY
(groaning at the thought)
Jordan…you don’t have any lacy underwear in my bathroom.

JORDAN
I don’t?

WOODY
No, you don’t…

JORDAN
(thoughtfully and slowly)
Must have been the other guy’s house….

WOODY is outraged, even though he knows she’s teasing.

WOODY
Jordan!

JORDAN
(laughing)
Just kidding… want to know what kind of underwear I’ve got on now?

WOODY
(still dying on the other end)
Jordan!

JORDAN
Or if I’m wearing underwear?

WOODY
I am hanging up now. Call me when you know what flight you’re on. I’ll pick you up.

JORDAN
Woody….

WOODY
No more underwear jokes, please. I don’t think my libido can stand it…

JORDAN
I was just going to tell you I love you…

11. WOODY’S HOTEL ROOM – CONTINUING

WOODY is now smiling on the other end.

WOODY
I love you, too.

 


12. EXT. MORGUE PARKING LOT – DAY

KATE is getting out of her car. She's talking on her cell phone.

KATE
You haven't even gotten called to the stand yet?

13. INT. COURTHOUSE HALLWAY - CONTINUING

GARRET is standing in the hallway of a courthouse.

GARRET
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

KATE
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.


EMMY
Medical Examiner's, can you hold please?.... Medical Examiner's can you hold please?

FAMILY MEMBER
I've been here for two hours! Can someone tell me when I can pick up my father's remains?

USPS GUY
Look, I really need someone to sign for this!

COP
We gotta get that autopsy report PRONTO!

EMMY
(seeing Kate)
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.

NIGEL
There you are!

KATE
What the hell happened? Did half the population of Boston die overnight?

NIGEL
We're short-staffed…running a bit behind.

KATE
A bit? Garret's out, but that shouldn't…

NIGEL
Lily called in sick.

KATE
And so Bug is…

NIGEL
Taking a personal day to stay home with Lily and the baby.

KATE
Still, that leaves Jordan.

NIGEL makes a face.

KATE
What?

NIGEL
She left a message this morning…she's taking a few days leave.

KATE
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 Cavanaugh.

NIGEL
Have a heart. It's a bit of an emergency. She's gone to Kewaunee…

KATE
Kewaunee?

NIGEL
Kewaunee, Wisconsin. Small town that produced our own Woodrow Hoyt. His brother's been charged with murder.

KATE
(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.

NIGEL
Help. As in…?

KATE
(impatient)
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.

Bimbo

BBB
(airhead)
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 a minute.

Chatty Cathy


CHATTY CATHY
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 that…


20. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING

There is a WEIRD DUDE with hair greased down, thick glasses, cheesy little moustache.

Weird Dude


WEIRD DUDE
(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.

Normal Nellie

NORMAL NELLIE
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 lipstick.

Goth Girl


GOTH GIRL
(completely deadpan)
I'm a real people person.

23. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING

BBB
So, what do you do here, anyway? Are they, like, real dead people?

24. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING

CHATTY CATHY
I'm a talker. Talk talk talk talk talk. That's me. All day long.


25. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING

NORMAL NELLIE
…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.

WEIRD DUDE
Ah. Formaldehyde.

27. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING

GOTH GIRL
Death. Life. It's all the same.


28. INT. MORGUE KATE'S OFFICE – CONTINUING

CHATTY CATHY
…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

NORMAL NELLIE
…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

WEIRD DUDE
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.

NIGEL
Any luck?

KATE
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.

WOODY
Excuse me? Ma’am?

The ATTENDANT is smiling big, trying to flirt a little with him but Woods is having none of it.

ATTENDANT
How may I help you?

WOODY
(obviously fighting nervousness)
Flight 843 out of Boston. Can you tell me why it’s been delayed? And how much longer it will be?

ATTENDENT
(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.

ATTENDANT
But it should be here soon.

WOODY
Thanks.

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 of JORDAN.

34. INT. MILWAUKEE AIRPORT ARRIVAL GATE - CONTINUING


WOODY
Hey! Jordan! Over here….

JORDAN is fighting her way through the crowd to him, hugging him hard when they finally meet up.

JORDAN
Hey yourself.


She kisses him briefly, but finds them lingering over it longer than she expected.

Kiss

JORDAN
How’re you doing?

WOODY
Better now. Much better.

He brushes her hair behind her ear.

WOODY (cont’d)
How are you?

JORDAN
(her face says everything)
I’ve been better…

WOODY
How was it? The flight?

JORDAN
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…

WOODY
(looking very concerned)
Oh, I am so sorry, babe…

JORDAN looks up at him, some lingering fright still in her eyes.

JORDAN
And you weren’t there to hold my hand…

WOODY
(contrite)
I’ll make it up to you.

JORDAN
Promise?

WOODY
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.

JORDAN
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.

WOODY
(astonished)
You found out where I was staying?

JORDAN
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.

WOODY
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.

JORDAN
(laughing)
“The family?” You make it sound the mafia, Woods.

WOODY
You don’t know my family.

There is somewhat of an awkward pause as they take in the room.

WOODY
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

JORDAN
It’s fine, Woody.

WOODY
You’re sure?

JORDAN smiles and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

JORDAN
I’m sure.

She puts the bags down and goes over to the boxes and begins sorting.

JORDAN (cont’d)
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.

WOODY
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.

JORDAN
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.

WOODY
(gives a lopsided grin)
He’s still a bone head about some things.

JORDAN
(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.

WOODY
(sighing)
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.

JORDAN
So let’s you and me blow this joint and grab some lunch?

WOODY
(now smiling a little)
What are you in the mood for?

JORDAN
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.


WOODY
The "Spamlette!" Three egg omelette with cheese, onions, mushrooms, peppers, and Spam. Norma's is famous for them.

JORDAN
I can feel my arteries hardening already.

I can feel my arteries hardening already.

JORDAN (cont’d)
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.

WOODY
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. WOODY rises.

WOODY
Annie…

ANNIE
Woody, Ohmigosh!

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.

WOODY
You look…great.

ANNIE
Thanks. You're…you look great, too. Different.

WOODY
It's the haircut. Ummm, Annie, this is my…girlfriend. Jordan Cavanaugh. Jordan, this is Annie…

JORDAN
Hi…

ANNIE and JORDAN shake hands.

ANNIE
Hi, Annie Sweeney.

ANNIE (cont’d)
(to WOODY)
Mike Sweeney and I got married. Been about five years now.

WOODY
…no kidding?

ANNIE
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 maternity leave.

WOODY
Oh, hey…Congratulations.

ANNIE
Yeah, number three! Mike, Jr., Madison, and baby Makenna.

JORDAN
Wow. How alliterative.

ANNIE
Well, I gotta get back to work. Nice meeting you, Jordan.

JORDAN
You, too. Good luck with the baby.

ANNIE
Thanks. It was really good to see you, Woody. Maybe we can all catch up while you're in town.

WOODY
Yeah, sure.

ANNIE
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.

WOODY
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.

JORDAN
Girlfriend?

WOODY
What was I supposed to call you? There's no word in the English language to describe our relationship.

JORDAN
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 lights up.

Visitation

CAL
Jordan! What are you doing here? Woody didn’t tell me you were coming.

JORDAN
(trying to make light)
Somebody had to come bust you outta here. Orange is so not your color.

WOODY
Jordan’s going to run some tests. Find out what you were drugged with.

CAL
(to WOODY)
So, you believe me?

WOODY
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.

CAL
(to JORDAN)
So, are you having sex with my brother yet?

WOODY
Hey! That’s…none of your business, Calvin. Don’t think ‘cause you’re in here, I won’t call you out.

CAL
So, that’s a no.

JORDAN smiles, enjoying watching WOODY squirm.

WOODY
That’s…personal. Jordan’s here in a professional capacity. But we’re…together. And not like brother and sister, okay?

CAL
It’s about time. Hey, Jordan, have you heard that weird thing he does with his jaw when he gets really tired yet?

JORDAN
What, the popping thing? It’s freaky!

CAL
Yeah, I know! And he’s got this weird scar right here that looks like…

WOODY
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.

JORDAN
If I can find out what you were drugged with, it might lead us to who did it.

CAL
You think it’ll work?

WOODY and JORDAN trade concerned looks. The silence says it all, and CAL is crestfallen.

WOODY
We’re gonna get you out of here. All right?

CAL
Yeah. Sure.

CAL smiles weakly. WOODY reaches out and puts his hand on top of CAL’s.

CAL
Thanks, bro.

They have a nice brotherly moment, and JORDAN smiles.


END OF ACT TWO


ACT THREE

39. INT. MORGUE - MORNING

KATE on phone with GARRET. All hell is still breaking loose at the morgue.


KATE
What do you mean, you still haven’t testified?

40. INT. COURTHOUSE HALLWAY - CONTINUING

GARRET
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.

KATE
Four o’clock?!

GARRET
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 call.

KATE
No..(testily) No problem at all…

GARRET
Come on, Kate. It’s just me that’s gone. How hard can this be?

KATE
Not exactly…

42. INT. COURTHOUSE - CONTINUING

GARRET switches the phone to his other ear and stiffens.


GARRET
Not exactly?

43. INT. MORGUE - CONTINUING

KATE closes eyes and speaks slowly

KATE
Lily’s sick…

GARRET
That shouldn’t be too much of a problem.

KATE
BUG’s out taking care of Lily and Maddie…

GARRET
Promise Jordan overtime. She likes working long hours.

KATE
Jordan’s AWOL.

GARRET
(disbelieving)
AWOL?

KATE
AWOL. Absent without leave….

GARRET
Where?

KATE
(exasperated)
Some place called Kewaunee, Wisconsin…

GARRET
With Woody?

KATE
With Woody.

GARRET
(giving a disbelieving snort)
Why the hell is Woody back in Kewaunee? I thought he had kissed that place good bye years ago.

KATE
Something about his brother being arrested.

GARRET
Cal? Oh Jesus, that can’t be good.

KATE
Good or bad, she’s not here.

44. INT. COURTHOUSE - CONTINUING

GARRET
(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.

GARRET (cont’d)
I gotta go… Bye.

45. INT. MORGUE - CONTINUING

KATE looks at the telephone in her hand.

KATE
Gee, thanks. I would have never thought of those solutions all by myself…

She shakes head and starts calling for NIGEL.

KATE
Nigel!

NIGEL pops his head out of Autopsy One.

NIGEL
Yes, luv?

KATE
(harried and frustrated)
Don’t call me luv!

NIGEL
Yes, lu… Kate.

KATE
Have you talked to Bug?

NIGEL swallows hard and looks nervous.

NIGEL
Yes…

KATE
(impatiently)
And?

NIGEL
Lily’s still running a fever and throwing up. Now Maddie’s running one, too.

KATE
Wonderful.

She is exasperated and puts her hands on her hips.

KATE
So we know he’s not coming in anytime soon. What about Jordan?

NIGEL
Jordan?

KATE
Yes, Jordan. You know…about so tall, long brown hair, (voice rising) Doesn’t know that the rules apply to her, too?

NIGEL
I haven’t talked to Jordan…

KATE
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 dials

NIGEL
Jordan?

There is a muffled sound.

NIGEL (cont’d)
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.

KATE
(hands still on hips)
Well?

NIGEL nervously folds phone and puts it in his pocket.

NIGEL
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.

KATE
(cutting him off)
When did she say she’d be back?

NIGEL
(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.


OWNER
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.

WOODY
What was Cal drinking that night?

BARTENDER
Same thing he always drinks. Grapefruit juice.

WOODY
So, you've never seen him drink alcohol in here?

OWNER
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?

BARTENDER
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.

WOODY
What about Dayton? Was he a regular?

OWNER
(groaning)
Yeah, he thought he was a real Tony Soprano. Nothing but a small-time hood. Cons, gambling.

WOODY
Can you think of anyone who might have an axe to grind with him?

OWNER
Who didn't? He didn't exactly know how to win friends and influence people.

WOODY
Did you see my brother talking to him that night?

BARTENDER
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.

WOODY
One of the girls…can you tell me which one?

BARTENDER
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.

GIRL
Woody?

WOODY
…Mary Alice MacKenzie…


FADE


47. INT. DELILAH’S DEN BAR - CONTINUING

WOODY and MARY ALICE are sitting at the bar.

MARY ALICE
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.

WOODY
What about Ed Dayton?

MARY ALICE
(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 out.

WOODY nods, absorbing her answers. Suddenly she blurts out:

MARY ALICE
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.

WOODY
I'm not really sure what…

MARY ALICE
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.

WOODY
You're right. It was forever ago.

His phone rings. He sees it is JORDAN and answers eagerly.

WOODY (cont’d)
Talk to me, Jordan…

JORDAN
Just ran the tox screen. Nada. Clean as a whistle…

WOODY
We're screwed.

JORDAN
Not necessarily. We need to call the lawyer and get him to file another discovery motion.

WOODY
Why? What for?

JORDAN
Hair samples. I'll explain later.

WOODY
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.

WOODY
Listen, it was…uh…nice to see you again, Mary Alice.

MARY ALICE
(wistfully)
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.

WOODY
Now tell me again why you’re doing this?

JORDAN
I need hair samples…

WOODY
For….

As JORDAN extracts several hair samples with tweezers, CAL yelps.

CAL
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.

WOODY
What did I tell you about Jordan?

CAL
Ouch!

Again, she’s pulled a little too hard with the tweezers.

CAL (cont’d)
Any other girl from Boston but her…

WOODY
And don’t you forget it.

JORDAN
(hiding a smirk)
Hang on…I’ll be through in a minute.

She plucks another hair sample.

JORDAN (cont’d)
There. That should do it.

She drops hair samples in three vials.

JORDAN (cont’d)
Now, we’ll run the test for Versed…

WOODY
But I thought it disappeared too quickly from…?

JORDAN
(sealing the vials)
From the blood stream, yes. From hair and nails…no.

COGGINS
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.

COGGINS
(to Jordan)
So when will you have the test results?

JORDAN
Not long. Maybe a few hours.

DA
And you’ll make sure my office gets a copy?

JORDAN nods again and the LAWYERS and the SHERIFF file out.

JORDAN
What was Cal drinking the night of the murder?

WOODY
Grapefruit juice.

JORDAN
(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 really acidic.

WOODY
Like grapefruit juice.

JORDAN
(still smiling)
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.

WOODY
You’ll never guess who I saw today at Delilah’s Den

JORDAN
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.

WOODY
Amber Lynn

JORDAN’S forehead wrinkles as she tries to remember if WOODY has ever mentioned anyone with that name. Nothing pops.

JORDAN
Amber Lynn?

WOODY
Formerly known as Mary Alice MacKenzie

JORDAN
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?

WOODY
One and the same. Amber Lynn is her stage name…

JORDAN
Her stage name?

Her face changes to amazement.

JORDAN
So Mary Alice is a …a…. stripper?

WOODY
A stripper my little brother seems to have a soft spot for...

JORDAN
So Cal still has a thing for his stolen prom date?

WOODY
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.

JORDAN
Well, that’s not good…

WOODY
No, it’s not. (musing) Mary Alice MacKenzie….is now Amber Lynn…

JORDAN
And takes her clothes off for the paying masses

She continues to work on the hair samples.

JORDAN
Makes you kinda wish you’d been able to keep that prom date, huh Farm Boy?

WOODY
(blushing)
No…no. I was just thinking how time changes people so much.

JORDAN
All of us change with time, Woods. Some of us more than others. (gives him a smile)

WOODY
I’ve got to get him out of here, Jor.

JORDAN
Well, with a little luck this test will bust him right out of the Kewaunee County Jail…

WOODY
I’m not talking about that…I’m talking about out of here here…out of Kewaunee.

JORDAN gives him an inquiring look.

WOODY (cont’d)
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.

JORDAN
(softly)
And this is the voice of experience?

WOODY
(nodding)
Oh yeah.

JORDAN
(still softly)
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 grins.

JORDAN
I think you need to tell Cal to pack his bags.

END OF ACT THREE

 

 

ACT FOUR

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.


EMMY
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.

KATE
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 lunch.


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 through.

Here I Come to Save the Day!

NIGEL
(in wonderment)
He's back…


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

COGGINS
(shaking his head with disappointment)
I'm sorry…

WOODY
You're kidding me, right?

COGGINS
He's not dropping the charges. Not yet, anyway.

JORDAN
Cal was drugged! What the hell does this guy want?

WOODY
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.

JORDAN
I got his smoking gun…

COGGINS
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 at him.

WOODY
Come on. Think, Cal, think! Who would have wanted to frame you?

CAL
I told you, I don't know!

JORDAN
Did you see anybody putting anything in your drink? Anything suspicious at all?

CAL
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.

Delilah's Den

WOODY
Until Dayton came over.

CAL
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 to me.

WOODY
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!

CAL
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.

JORDAN
Mary Alice. She works in a doctor's office?

CAL
Yeah…

JORDAN
What kind?

CAL
Why? Is it important?

JORDAN
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.

MARY ALICE
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.

SHERIFF
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.

EMMY
Good night. See you tomorrow.

NIGEL
'Night, Emmy.

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.

BUG
Well, that's the last of it. We're officially caught up.

NIGEL
(in amazement)
How did you do it, Bug? It would have taken us two weeks to clear that backlog, and you did it in eight hours.

BUG
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 the park.

NIGEL
(smiling)
Come on, Buggles. I'll buy you a drink.

NIGEL and BUG head for the elevator. KATE hangs back a little.

NIGEL
You coming, Kate?

KATE
Please. The whole after-work-happy-hour-ritual? Not my thing.

NIGEL
Come on. Just one won't hurt.

She's secretly pleased to be asked. But groans

KATE
All right. But make it a double.

She steps in the elevator and it shuts on the three of them looking tired but relieved.

 

END OF ACT FOUR

 

 

Brotherly Love - Keith Whitley & Earl Thomas Conley

ACT FIVE

 

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.

CAL
I never want to see orange again….

JORDAN
I told you, man, it’s so not your color.

CAL
I don’t even want to have a pumpkin at Halloween.

WOODY leans against the wall, hands in pockets, watching and listening to the exchange.

WOODY
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.

CAL
I owe you one, bro.

WOODY
(nodding towards JORDAN)
You owe her, too.

CAL
(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.

JORDAN
(returning smile)
Consider it a family favor.

CAL
Family?

He raises eyebrows and gives JORDAN and WOODY a look.

CAL (cont’d)
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

WOODY
Let’s just say we’re working on it.

CAL
To hear you tell it, you’ve been working on “it” for six years.

WOODY
Seven’s the number of perfection…

CAL
So the nuns told us.

WOODY
Speaking of perfection…

He stops CAL in the parking lot and puts both hands on his shoulders

WOODY (cont’d)
We need to talk.

CAL tenses, expecting another “big brother” lecture.

CAL
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…

WOODY
(interrupting)
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.

CAL
(somewhat astonished)
Leave? Here? Leave home?

WOODY
(nodding)
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.

CAL
And this is coming from someone who knows…

WOODY nods.

CAL (cont’d)
(exhaling a deep breath)
Okay…I’ll give it serious consideration. Milwaukee’s a big town…

WOODY
So’s Chicago…

CAL
So’s Boston…

WOODY glances to the car where JORDAN SITS and then gives CAL a look.

WOODY
She’s off-limits, man…

CAL
I know.

He gives WOODY a sly grin.

CAL (cont’d)
But I’d like to get to know my future sister-in-law a little better…

WOODY
I never said…

CAL
You didn’t have to. The way you two look at each other says it all.

Brotherly Love



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.


GARRET
It’s good to be back…

JORDAN
How’d Virginia go?

GARRET shakes his head and chuckles.

GARRET
It went. How’d Kewaunee go?

JORDAN turns to WOODY, indicating he should answer. WOODY pauses for a moment to reflect on everything.

WOODY
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.

GARRET
So … here we are. Back at go.

JORDAN
Yep.

She begins to walk toward her office, WOODY trailing behind.

JORDAN
Looks like they survived fine without us.

GARRET
(calling after her)
Yeah, I just don’t think I’d ask for another emergency leave anytime soon…

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.

WOODY
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.

JORDAN
What?

WOODY
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

JORDAN
Sure there will be…births, funerals… graduations…

WOODY
(shaking head)
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 often.

JORDAN playfully nudges him in the ribs.

JORDAN
There’s always Annie…and Mary Alice MacKenzie

WOODY
(snorting)
Right.

He puts his arm around her.

WOODY
I’m glad I didn’t hook up with either one.

JORDAN
Really?

WOODY
Thomas Wolfe was right…

JORDAN
You can’t go home again?

WOODY
Nope. Not really. Not unless you accept the fact that home changes and people change.

JORDAN
And they accept that you change, too?

WOODY
(nodding)
Yep.

JORDAN
(pausing)
So where’s home for you now, Woods?

WOODY
(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…

JORDAN
(leaning in)
Really? What’s that?

WOODY
That home was right behind me…in Boston.

 

THEY KISS AND FADE TO BLACK.

 

Next time on Crossing Jordan:

"Yours Truly"

 



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