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Episode #VS705


Yours Truly

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
Woody Hoyt
Garret Macy
Nigel Townsend
Kate Switzer
Mahesh “Bug” Vijayaraghavensatanaryanamurthy
Lily Lebowski

Matt Seely
Sidney Wilkes
Bartender
Simon
Donald Pegg
C.I.D. Inspector
A London bobby
Landlord
William Dupree

SET LIST

INTERIORS
THE MORGUE
   GARRET’S OFFICE
   CONFERENCE ROOM
   HALLWAY
   BREAK ROOM
   AUTOPSY ONE
   TRACE
   PASSENGER ELEVATOR
   FREIGHT ELEVATOR

JORDAN’S APARTMENT

AIRPLANE CABIN

CROWN AND ANCHOR PUB

SAUCY JACK PUB

WOODY and NIGEL’S HOTEL ROOM

LONDON POLICE STATION

EXTERIORS
BOSTON SKYLINE

LONDON SKYLINE

CROWN & ANCHOR PUB

SAUCY JACK PUB

CHRIST CHURCH SPITALFIELDS

VARIOUS WHITECHAPEL STREETS

AN EAST END STREET

LONDON HOTEL

LOGAN AIRPORT

MORGUE BUILDING

TEASER

Halloween Theme - John Carpenter

1.EXT. BOSTON SKY – NIGHT

Close-up on the moon, almost full. Its light gives the sky a strange blue cast, and wispy clouds drift across. We hear the familiar theme tune of the movie "Halloween." In the background are the faint sounds of screaming and moaning. The camera pulls away from the moon, down and in through the window into:

2. INT. JORDAN'S APARTMENT – NIGHT

We see JORDAN and WOODY sitting on the sofa watching "Halloween." Their faces are lit up by the glow of the TV set. JORDAN is leaning forward, clearly enjoying this, and eating from a big bowl of popcorn. WOODY is seated next to her. He has drawn himself into the corner of the sofa and is, probably unaware of it, clutching a throw pillow against himself.

JORDAN
Here it comes. This is the best part…

There is a beat, while they wait for it, and then:

WOODY
AAAAAAGGGGGGGH! No, she didn't!

JORDAN
Told ya.

WOODY
Oh, I so did not need to see that. Can a coat hanger really do that much damage?

JORDAN
(a bit gleefully)
Under the right circumstances, yeah. The eyeball is 90% liquid. If you puncture the vitreous matter just the right way, the whole eye will…

WOODY
Okay, okay! That was a "yes" or "no" question.

The scary "Halloween" music cuts abruptly to a cheerful jingle for kids' breakfast cereal. JORDAN grabs the remote and puts it on mute. She looks over at WOODY, who still has a look of shock on his face.

JORDAN
I can't believe you've never seen "Halloween."

WOODY
Horror movies give me nightmares. That and clowns.

She smiles at him enticingly and leans in towards him.

JORDAN
Gee, that's too bad, because I've got this wild "Bozo the Clown" fantasy…

WOODY
Oh, yeah?

He smiles back, raises an eyebrow and leans over for a kiss. Beat.

WOODY (cont’d)
I like this. This is nice.

JORDAN
(teasing)
The movie or the clown thing?

WOODY
This! Just hanging out with you on a Friday night. We've been running around like crazy lately. The crash, Agent Shiny Shoes, our first date…

They cringe a little at the memory.

JORDAN
…Kewaunee and back. Yeah, I feel like I haven't had time to breathe.

WOODY
I just want to stay put for awhile. Get in some "alone time."

JORDAN
Absolutely…


They snuggle up together, nuzzling each other, wondering just what "alone time" might hold when we hear the sharp intrusion of WOODY'S cell phone.

Alone Time

They groan as WOODY takes the phone off his clip. He looks at it and frowns.

JORDAN (cont’d)
Who is it?

WOODY
(puzzled)
Washington…

WOODY answers phone.

WOODY (cont'd)
This is Hoyt…

His posture suddenly changes. He sits up straight, and his eyes widen.

WOODY (cont'd)
Yes, sir…Yes, sir…Absolutely. Tomorrow?...No, of course not, sir. I understand…As a matter of fact, she's here with me. We're…going over some paperwork…Yes, sir. I'll tell her. Goodbye, sir.

He hangs up the phone and exhales heavily. She looks at him expectantly, and he gives her a sheepish half-smile.

JORDAN
(ominously)
What?

 

3. INT. AIRPLANE – NIGHT

WOODY and JORDAN are seated side by side, looking not entirely thrilled to be there. Across the aisle is NIGEL, looking quite a bit more excited than they are. Standing in the aisle handing out a report to each of them is KATE, whose excitement level is somewhere between the two.

KATE
Two of the terrorists on the Venezia spent time in London over the last year, and the British government needs our cooperation in determining whether there are any links to suspected cells in the UK. We have a meeting with representatives from the Home Office on Monday morning, and they'll want a briefing on everything we've got. Forensics, autopsy, crime scene. You name it.

JORDAN
We couldn't have done this by fax?

KATE
I'm not any happier about this than you are, Jordan, but looks like we drew the short straws. Forty-eight hours. We'll be in and out.

KATE takes a seat next to NIGEL.

NIGEL
How can you not be happy about going to London? Soho, Carnaby Street, Piccadilly Circus…

KATE takes a sleep mask out of her bag and pulls it down over her eyes.

KATE
Do you have any idea how hard it was to get Binky into a kennel at such short notice?


Suddenly, KATE frantically pulls her sleep mask off. She rummages in her pocket and pulls out a bottle. Xanax. It's full. She smiles with relief, tucking the pills back into her pocket and pulling the sleep mask back down.

CUT TO:

WOODY
Maybe this won't be so bad. It might be kind of romantic. London – the city of lights.

JORDAN
That's Paris.

WOODY
Work with me, here, Jordan. I'm just saying…we should make the best of it.

JORDAN
(mulling it over a bit)
No reason why we can't get some "alone time" in London, right? Yeah, this could be good.

They smile to themselves, not entirely convincingly, as the plane speeds down the runway. All four grip their armrests.

Crossing Jordan Theme

END OF TEASER

 

 

ACT 1


4 . EXT. LONDON SKYLINE – NIGHT

We see nighttime shots of various London landmarks. Big Ben, the London Eye, Tower Bridge, Piccadilly Circus.

London  Piccadilly Circus

Werewolves of London - Warren Zevon

CUT TO:

5. EXT. CROWN AND ANCHOR PUB – NIGHT

CUT TO:

6. INT. CROWN AND ANCHOR PUB – NIGHT

NIGEL, KATE, WOODY and JORDAN are sitting in a typical English Victorian style pub. Flocked wallpaper, wood paneling, old brass fixtures. KATE, WOODY, and JORDAN are looking, with great distaste, at their menus. NIGEL is decidedly more enthusiastic.

JORDAN
"Bangers and mash." Do I even want to know?

WOODY
Blood pudding?

KATE
Is there anything on this menu not made from sheep's entrails?

NIGEL
(helpfully)
Shepherd's pie.

WOODY
(snickering)
Let me guess…it's made from shepherd's entrails.

NIGEL
Come on, Woody. Where's your spirit of gastronomic adventure?

WOODY
I'm sorry, but I just don't think I want to put anything in my mouth called "spotted dick."

NIGEL
(nostalgically)
Mmmm. What I wouldn't give for some of my mum's spotted dick right now.

KATE
Okay, glossing right over that comment…

NIGEL
It's a custard pudding with raisins! And thank you very much for making one of my fondest childhood memories sound pervy.

KATE
Because it wouldn't have been the name or anything.

JORDAN
I think I'll just stick with fish and chips. At least I'll be relatively sure of what I'm eating.

KATE and NIGEL mumble in agreement and fold their menus. NIGEL rubs his hands together gleefully.

NIGEL
So, what are the plans? Our first night in London…"All Hallow's Eve"... I know a great little club in Soho. Or, better yet – I heard about a midnight walk that leaves from a pub in the East End called "The Saucy Jack." Perfect for the season! An expert guide leads you through the darkened, deserted streets of Whitechapel to all the sites where Jack the Ripper slaughtered his victims!

JORDAN
And there goes my appetite.

NIGEL
So who's game?

KATE
Don't look at me. After dinner, I'm going next door to the hotel. All I want to be guided to is my bed.

NIGEL
Woody? Jordan?

WOODY and JORDAN trade uncomfortable looks.

JORDAN
Well…after dinner, we'd kind of planned to get tickets for the London Eye. See the city at night…

WOODY
Yeah, they have a package deal where you can get private gondola and a bottle of champagne.

WOODY and JORDAN share a surreptitious smile.

NIGEL
Perfect! The ride only takes half an hour. We can do that and still be in the East End by midnight!

WOODY
Well, Nigel, we, uh, were kind of looking for…

He's going to say "alone time," but not wanting to hurt NIGEL's feelings, JORDAN interrupts.

JORDAN
We were kind of looking for an early night. You know…it's been a long day, jetlag.

WOODY
(getting it)
Yeah. And we've got that meeting tomorrow at the Home Office. We should probably just turn in.

NIGEL
(hurt)
Oh. Right. Well nevermind. Just a thought.

JORDAN
Maybe tomorrow night.

NIGEL
No, forget it. It was a stupid idea, anyway.

There's a brief silence while NIGEL sulks.

JORDAN
You all right, Nige?

NIGEL
Well, it's just…this is my home. I know it like the back of my hand. Woody – I seem to recall you dragging me to my first Bruins game. And you, Jordan, forcing me to drink green beer at that St. Patrick's Day Parade one year. This is my home.

Beat.

KATE
Oh, what the hell. I've already been up for 24 hours. What's a few more?

NIGEL
Brilliant! How about you two?

WOODY
(reluctantly)
Sure. Why not?

JORDAN
(without much enthusiasm)
"Saucy Jack" here we come.



7. EXT. SAUCY JACK PUB – NIGHT

Establishing shot of "The Saucy Jack," what looks to be a perfectly pleasant English pub.

The Saucy Jack

8. INT. SAUCY JACK PUB – NIGHT

Inside? Not so pleasant. The walls have been painted a crimson red and have also been decorated with "Jack the Ripper" memorabilia: newspaper clippings, letters, photos, and (more gruesomely) all manner of potential Victorian era murder weapons: a barber's razor, leather knife, butcher knife, axe, etc. There's a mannequin of a Victorian era prostitute and one of a Victorian gent in top hat and opera cap. There are a few tourists milling around, getting their pictures taken with the dummies. KATE is sitting somewhat uncomfortably at the bar. NIGEL is seen buying a couple of Jack the Ripper books and souvenirs. JORDAN and WOODY are taking in a display of souvenirs with great amusement. There are t-shirts and sweatshirts with the pub's logo. At the end, there is a baby onesie and baby bib with "The Saucy Jack" on it – and a picture of a knife dripping blood.

JORDAN
Just the thing to bring home for Madeline…

They eyeroll and cross to the bar.

NIGEL
(to the gang)
Now…East Enders don't always take to outsiders, and the accent can be a bit impenetrable to unaccustomed ears. They also speak a local patois – a sort of rhyming slang. Better let me do the talking.

KATE
(ignoring NIGEL, to BARTENDER)
Excuse me!

CUT TO:

BARTENDER, a burly Cockney, who is leaning over the bar reading the sporting news.


BARTENDER
(back to KATE and the gang)
Blimey. Looks like the septic tanks want some kitchen sinks.

KATE
Yeah, whatever. Can we get some drinks?

BARTENDER
(teasing the American)
Oi, bit of a Lionel Richie, aren't you? You're a right Richard the Third, though. Nice pair of Bristol Cities, too. So, what can I get for you, me rubber glove?

WOODY
(whispering)
Was that English?

KATE
Two Forsyte Sagas, a Richard Gere, and a red Calvin Klein, thanks. And if you don't take your eyes off my Bristol Cities, I'll knee you in the Niagara Falls so hard you'll be singing soprano for the rest of your life.

BARTENDER
(with a certain amount of admiration)
Two lagers, a German beer, and a red wine coming right up.

The others look at KATE, dumfounded.

KATE
(to the others)
What? I spent a semester abroad when I was in college.

JORDAN
(to the BARTENDER)
Quite a place you got.

BARTENDER
Tourists seem to like it. Especially now, around Halloween. See any other pub in Whitechapel open this late on a Sunday night? A hundred years on, and people are still talking about some geezer who did nothing but kill a bunch of brass flutes.

NIGEL
Actually, that's what we're here for. The Jack the Ripper walk.

BARTENDER
Which one? There's two comes through here. Donald Pegg and some other bloke.

NIGEL, a flash of recognition, holding up a book he's just bought

NIGEL
"In the Ripper's Shadow" by Donald Pegg!

BARTENDER
Yeah, used to be at Scotland Yard or something. The other bloke, Simon. An actor, so he says. Out of work actor, more like. Bit of an elephant's trunk, if you know what I mean.

BARTENTER mimes throwing back drinks.

BARTENDER (cont’d)
Don't waste your money on him.

BARTENDER hands them their drinks and heads off to the back room. Lurking in the background, we see SIMON, who is dressed in a Sherlock Holmes-style deerstalker hat and cape. He approaches them. He speaks in kind of an exaggerated upper-class, stagey British accent, with lots of rolled "r's."

SIMON
I understand you're interested in a guided Jack the Ripper walk?

NIGEL
Are you Donald Pegg?

SIMON
(not committing one way or another)
I am…the world's foremost Jack the Ripper authority.

He takes a little theatrical bow.

NIGEL
We'd like to take the tour. If you have room for four…

SIMON looks around the pub. We see that the pub is now empty except for them.

SIMON
I think I can fit in the four of you. That's £6 each, please.

The gang rummage for their money. SIMON quickly grabs it from them and stuffs it in his pockets.

SIMON (cont’d)
Shall we? Step quickly, please. We have much ground to cover.

He tries to usher them out the door as fast as he can, and we see the reason for his haste. The door to the pub opens, and a stream of tourists enter. They all are chatting happily about the great tour they've just been on. They are followed by DONALD PEGG. He is tall, handsome, 50ish, dressed in a tweed jacket. He looks like a college professor. Think Giles from Buffy. They face each other off and there is clearly no love lost between these two.

DONALD
Off again, I see, Simon.

SIMON
(muttering)
Good evening, Donald.

Puzzled, NIGEL gets a sudden "AHA!" look and turns over to the back of his new Ripper book, where there is a picture of the real DONALD.

NIGEL
(to SIMON)
You said you were Donald!

SIMON
I didn't say I was Donald. I just didn't say I wasn't Donald.

DONALD
Simon, really. Cheating the tourists reflects poorly on all of us in this business.

SIMON
(to the gang)
You've already paid. I'm not giving you your money back.

DONALD
(to the gang)
I assure you most of us in this rather peculiar business are completely reputable. Here's my card. If you're interested in a real tour of the crime scenes, and not just scary voices and silly hats, please call me. I'd be happy to arrange for a private tour.


He holds the card up and offers it to JORDAN with a smile. She takes it, and returns the smile as she and the others leave the pub.

 

9. INT. MORGUE – BREAK ROOM – NIGHT

BUG
Where is everybody?

GARRET
What are you talking about? They flew to London…

BUG
No, I mean the dead bodies. It’s Halloween, we never have a quiet Halloween. It’s even a full moon. Where are all the crazies?

SIDNEY
Huh! He's 3000 miles away right now.

He gives a self-satisfied smile

GARRET
(chuckles)
It is going to be nice not hearing which planet is in retrograde. No conspiracy theories, no extra-terrestrial pirates, no chief ME wannabes. Woody gets to put up with them all tonight. (stretches) Nothing but a full moon, a bunch of trick-or-treaters and a few drunks.

CUT TO:

10. INT. MORGUE – FREIGHT ELEVATOR – NIGHT

Freight elevator, opens, two orderlies and DET. SEELY bring out a gurney.

SIDNEY
(walks over to them)
I got this one.

SEELY
Meet Norm DuPree. Landlord found him in his apartment. Guess he didn’t see the old guy for few days, and went to check on him. Found him still sitting in an easy chair. No signs of foul play. He’s all yours, I got a nephew I’m stuck with tonight. If anything interesting comes up, call. Soon. Please!

SIDNEY
(dry tone)
Have a good one!

SEELY
Yeah, right. Snot nosed little spoiled brat… (stalks away to the elevator)

SIDNEY wheels the man into trace

GARRET
(follows SIDNEY)
What do we have?

SIDNEY
Don’t worry about this one, Dr. Macy, it’s probably an aneurysm or a coronary event.

SEELY
(returning from reception area)
Hey, guys! I just put the landlord in the conference room, I met him coming up. He doesn’t have much to say (ambiguous smirk), but you might want to see him anyway. I gotta get going, my sister’ll kill me…

GARRET
Sidney, you do the initial observations and I’ll go talk to this guy. If we both work together we can get this one done fast, maybe skip the autopsy depending on his blood work.

SIDNEY
Thanks. You know, he looks tired. I mean, death doesn’t exactly give you the best skin tone, but he just looks worn out.

GARRET
(looks over at the body with mild interest)
Well, get what you can. I’ll see what the landlord has to say.

GARRET leaves

11. INT. MORGUE – CONFERENCE ROOM – NIGHT

Cut to GARRET in the conference room with the LANDLORD.


GARRET
What time did you find him?

LANDLORD
It was 5:30, I was just gonna get to supper and the wife reminded me that she hadn’t seen Mr. DuPree for a few days. Seein’, as it’s Halloween, she said it would be a good idea to go up before supper and check on him, just in case he wanted to join the building Trick or Treat team, at the front door. We take turns, givin’ out the treats so the kids aren’t runnin’ all over the building. It was the wife’s idea, she was up late one Halloween chasin’ kids out of the building when she says, “I have an idea,” she says…

GARRET
(finally interrupts)
Uh…yeah. Just – when did you last see Mr. DuPree… alive?

LANDLORD
Oh, yeah, he’s always been a night owl, so three nights ago I was doin’ my last rounds and I noticed the lights still on under his door. The wife likes to make sure all the tenants are safe and sound, you know, she’s a good little woman, so I knocked to make sure everything was alright. He was a nice fellah, we would sometimes chat, so I figured, just to keep the wife happy, I’d knock and see if he was alright.

GARRET is now resting his head on his hand, trying to maintain attention

LANDLORD
Well, so I knocked, and he opened the door, and he looked sick. Kind of white, but he had really dark circles under his eyes. So I said to him, I said, “Norman! What on earth are you doing up at 3am?” You know, I like to make sure the tenants are alright, what with the wife worryin’ about them all so much, so he says back to me, he says “Well, thank you, but I’m just watchin’ a little late night TV.” He says he can’t sleep, ‘hasn’t slept for a terrible long time’, he says, and I says to him he’s got to try the warm milk the wife puts up every night for me. It’s what keeps me sleepin’ regular, I can tell ya!

GARRET
(quickly, to get a word in)
Uh, thanks… thanks for the information.

GARRET (cont’d)
(weary smile)
If we uh, need anything else, we’ll - we’ll be in touch. (Stands)

LANDLORD
I gotta be gettin’ home, the wife, she worries when I’m away from the building, especially on a Halloween night. She’ll be sittin’ down on the stoop right now, with the other tenants that’ve joined her Halloween Trick or Treating, they’ll all be wonderin’ where I got to. I’ll be gettin’ along now, won’t keep you any more, you remember I’m always more than willing to help out the authorities, you know, the wife, she likes me to keep on friendly terms with…

GARRET
Please! Uh - If you’ll excuse me, I… I have a – meeting…

With an even more weary smile, turns to leave

LANDLORD
Why, of course! Don’t let me keep you, sir. I’ll be getting back to the building, the wife, she’ll be wondering. I hate to frighten her…

I Put a Spell on You - Creedence Clearwater Revival
He keeps talking while GARRET slips through the swinging doors

GARRET takes a dozen or so steps when a distraught man catches up to him, almost running him down.

WILLIAM DUPREE
Oh, I'm sorry! I am in the right place?

GARRET
That depends on what you want.

WILLIAM
I need to see my Uncle Norman. Uh, that’s Norm DuPree. They said he was here, but I don’t know where to go.

GARRET
And you are…?

WILLIAM
Oh, yeah, uh, I - I’m William, his nephew. William DuPree.

GARRET
(switches to his ‘sympathy’ face)
Mr. DuPree, could you please come in here?

Takes him into his office, closes the door, uses his sympathetic tone of voice

GARRET (cont’d)
Have a seat. Yes, Mr. DuPree, your uncle is here.

WILLIAM buries his head in his hands

GARRET (cont’d)
I am very sorry for your loss. He was found a few hours ago in his apartment. We’re investigating the cause of death, but…

WILLIAM
(looking frightened, but oddly triumphant)
Oh, that won’t be necessary. I know exactly what killed him.

GARRET
(suspicious)
What…

WILLIAM
(very matter-of-fact)
It was the DuPree Witch’s curse. It’s been killing us for five hundred years, and it was Uncle Norman’s turn. Now, it’s coming after me! Do you know what it’s like to be running from a Witch’s curse for five hundred years?

GARRET’s eyes roll and close a little as he turns his back to WILLIAM for a second on his way to sit down behind his desk

GARRET
No, I don’t.

He gives half a tired smirk

GARRET (cont’d)
Why don’t you tell me?

Christ Chruch Spitalfields


12. EXT. CHRIST CHURCH SPITALFIELDS – NIGHT

The moon is full, and the sky glows an eerie blue, over the steeple of Christ Church Spitalfields. The clock on the steeple shows that it is midnight.

CUT TO:

13. EXT. WHITECHAPEL STREETS – NIGHTKATE, NIGEL, JORDAN, and WOODY are following SIMON through the streets. We can hear his voice, strident and theatrical. Camera tracks in. We can see their bored faces. NIGEL is particularly disappointed.

 

SIMON
It was here in this area. Nay! On this very spot! In these mean, cobbled streets of Whitechapel, where Jack the Ripper claimed his first victim on August 31st, 1888! Mary Ann Nichols, the poor unfortunate, was found in the early morning with her throat slit from side to side by a savage left-handed killer. She was—

JORDAN
How do you figure that?

SIMON
Pardon?

JORDAN (cont’d)
I'm sorry, how do you figure that the killer was left-handed?

SIMON
Well… her throat was cut…

He has dropped his voice to a conversational pitch. He stops himself and resumes his theatrical tones.

SIMON
Her throat was severed from right-to-left, clear down to her vertebrae! She was –

JORDAN
I don't get it.

SIMON
(temper rising)
What is it that you don't get, madam?

JORDAN (cont’d)
How do you get that he was left-handed from the fact that her throat was cut from right to left?

SIMON (cont’d)
He would have cut her from behind so as to avoid being splattered with the dying woman's blood.

He demonstrates, mimes holding a woman from behind and cutting her throat from right to left with his left hand.

SIMON (cont’d)
Therefore, he must have been left-handed. As I was saying, she was—

KATE
Well, not necessarily.

CUT TO:

a shot of the boys, who are slightly embarrassed.


SIMON
I beg your pardon?

KATE
He could have strangled his victims first, laid them on the ground, and then cut their throats with his right hand from right to left.

SIMON
But the blood…

JORDAN
If the victims were already dead, there wouldn't have been much blood.

KATE
So, you really can't conclude on the basis of the cut alone whether the killer was left-handed or right-handed. We'd need to know actual cause of death…

JORDAN
…angle of entry…

KATE
…the killer's position relative to the victim's body…

SIMON is completely red in the face. When he speaks, he has lost his posh theatrical accent and speaks in a thick working class accent.

SIMON
Look, if you think you're so smart, then you can bloody well do the tour yourself! What do you need me for? I'm off!

He storms off and rounds the corner.

NIGEL
Now you've done it, you two…

 

Gang

KATE
He's not leaving with my £6.00! Hey! Hey, I want my money back!

They take off around the corner, but SIMON is nowhere in sight.

JORDAN
Great…

They look up and down the darkened street, with absolutely no idea where they are.

WOODY
Anybody happen to remember the way back to the pub?

Church Steeple
14. EXT. ANOTHER PART OF WHITECHAPEL – NIGHT

 

WOODY, NIGEL, KATE and JORDAN are stumbling down a narrow street. It is quite dark, and the narrow, jumbled streets are deserted. The come to an intersection and stop.


KATE
Well?

JORDAN
I think we've already been down this street.

KATE
I can't see a thing.

WOODY pulls a keychain out of his pocket. It has a small penlight on it.

WOODY
What's the Boy Scout motto? "Be prepared"!

He switches it on. Not terribly bright. The penlight, that is, not WOODY.

KATE
That's helpful.

WOODY
(ignoring her, to NIGEL)
Which way?

NIGEL
I don't know.

KATE
I thought you were a native. Knew these streets "like the back of your hand."

NIGEL
It's a big city!

JORDAN points to a sign on the street corner with an arrow pointing to the tube station. The path will lead them down what looks like a very narrow and dark alley.

JORDAN
Look, the tube station is that way. I say we forget about the pub and just call it a night.

KATE
I want my £6.00.

NIGEL
Oh, ruddy hell, I'll give you £6.00!

WOODY
Don't make me turn this minivan around, you two.

They start heading down the alley.

JORDAN
We have been this way before. During the walk. It's the site of one of the Ripper murders. The body was found down there.

JORDAN points to the end of the alley. WOODY shines his little penlight. There is something there, a mass, lying on the ground.

WOODY
Jordan…is that what I think it is?

JORDAN
That's a body…

KATE
Probably just a drunk.

WOODY
A trick-or-treater?

NIGEL
Or a re-enactment? Part of the walk?

They all look at each other. Instinct and experience tell them that isn't what it is at all. They hurry down the alley toward the body. They kneel down beside it, and WOODY shines his penlight onto the victim's face. It is a woman, here eyes staring up unseeingly, her throat cut from side to side…

 

END OF ACT ONE

 

 


ACT TWO

15. EXT. WHITECHAPEL MURDER SCENE – NIGHT

At the murder scene. JORDAN, KATE, NIGEL, AND WOODY are inside the police tape, watching four men take pictures and prepare a body bag. One of the detectives walks over and addresses the four of them.


INSPECTOR
(crisp, ‘Queen’s English’ accent)
Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. Would you be so kind as to step behind the tape? This is a crime scene, you know, and we must keep civilians away from crime scenes, I’m sure you understand.

He gives her a condescending smile, but JORDAN doesn't budge.

JORDAN
Excuse me, we found this body, so someone ‘behind the tape’ is supposed to talk to us. Besides, we’re not civilians, we are a detective, two medical examiners and a professional criminalist!

NIGEL steps forward with a friendly hand extended

NIGEL
Nigel Townsend, mate, formerly of London, now I work with these yanks in Boston…

INSPECTOR looks down his nose a wee bit, takes NIGEL's hand and shakes it weakly.

INSPECTOR
I am very sorry, but one must follow protocol, mustn’t one? It’s jolly good that you’ve got American friends, ‘mate’. . .

He speaks it like it’s a word that tastes bad

INSPECTOR (cont’d)
. . . but you do understand we have a rather important job. It wouldn’t do to have foreigners meddling with these affairs, now would it? Why don’t you return to your comfortable lodgings? We’ve taken your initial statements, and we have your names and numbers. If we find we’re needing anything else, we will ring you up. (condescending smile) Good day.

He’s holding up the police tape for them

KATE
Who do you think you…

WOODY puts a hand on JORDAN's arm, but she ignores it.

JORDAN
What the hell? We found this body! We were on a Jack the Ripper walk when we discovered her. Female, between 20 and 30, throat cut from side to side in a copycat version of Jack the Ripper. The cut is so deep the murder weapon probably nicked the vertebrae. The amount of blood indicates that she probably bled out right here. Was she a prostitute? That would follow the Ripper pattern.

INSPECTOR
Yes, miss, this unfortunate girl was well known to local constabulary.

He’s more firm, but still has a maddeningly polite tone

INSPECTOR (cont’d)
I do hope you enjoy your stay on this side of ‘the pond’. Good day.

KATE
Come on, Jordan, these people are clearly not interested…

JORDAN
It’s Doctor. Dr. Cavanaugh. And if that is your responding medical examiner, you may want to keep me around.

She watches the ME with disgust as he zips the body bag. He’s just not thorough enough for JORDAN’s practiced eye. She finally climbs under the tape, where the others have been waiting

INSPECTOR
Doctor. I say, you must realize this is England, and not America. Our “coroner” is quite well trained and experienced. We’ve no need of Americans ‘saving the day’, thank you. We have sufficient law enforcement here – indeed, we have had since quite before your country was even founded. I think we are capable of handling our own murders. Thank you for your interest. Good day!

He turns and walks away

NIGEL
Don’t waste your breath, Luv, Inspector ‘High and Mighty’ has ‘important work’. Probably needs to make sure all his detectives have nice clean pocket handkerchiefs to keep up proper appearances…

WOODY
(Looks at JORDAN)
I know that look. You need to remember that we aren’t even in our own country. It’s not our case. Let’s go.

JORDAN
But look, they’re not examining her at all, they’ve just scooped her up and thrown her into a bag! How do they expect to get a conviction with that kind of investigation!

NIGEL
(lowers voice)
I’ve a friend over at Scotland Yard. I should be able to get some information.

JORDAN
I can already tell how this one’s going to turn out, and it won’t be good.

JORDAN spins around in a huff to stalk away.

KATE
(smirks)
Uh, Jordan? It’s the other way.


WOODY rolls his eyes, puts his arm around her shoulder as they leave, JORDAN clearly ticked off and looking over her shoulder. Last shot is INSPECTOR High and Mighty looking at them like a bad smell.

16. INT. MORGUE – AUTOPSY – NIGHT

GARRET’s office. GARRET behind his desk, hasn’t moved an inch but looks incredulous at what he’s hearing. WILLIAM DUPREE is on the edge of his chair, eagerly explaining the ‘curse’.

WILLIAM
It was the early 16th Century, around 1532 although some think it was a little more like 1543, when a witch cursed my ancestor, Germain de Prierre. He was a landowner, really well off. Unfortunately for my poor family, old Germain was greedy. Legend has it that the De Prierres were always kind, benevolent masters, but Germain was different. The peasants on his land, he never let them rest!

He pauses to look pathetically sympathetic

GARRET even more incredulous, the poor acting really getting to him


WILLIAM
When he forced the poor souls to work on the Sabbath, one of the women finally lost it. Turns out, she was a witch, and she cursed Germain de Prierre, and all his heirs after him.

dramatic pause…

GARRET smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes, takes hand out from under chin, folds hands on desk, and sits, quasi-patiently

WILLIAM
The hag spoke sleeplessness onto my family, said we’d know no rest. Now, the heir of Germain de Prierre is lucky if he makes it to forty years old. He dies of insomnia, after twelve months with absolutely no sleep and extreme exhaustion. It’s happened to almost every heir of Germain, even some of the others in the family. They changed the family name in 1834, hoped the curse would disappear, I guess. But you can’t just change a name and escape something like that. I’m next. That’s why I never married, you know, I couldn’t put a woman through that. (romantic sigh)

GARRET’s in the same position but his body is a little closer to the desk now. His hand reaches for his old mug in the drawer where he used to keep his whisky. It rests on the handle a moment and then he very deliberately draws it back when he remembers he’s a recovering alcoholic…

WILLIAM
Or kids! I’m the last DuPree, so I decided I’d end the curse. Only way I knew how to do it was to be the last one. It was a difficult decision, but it’s a burden I have chosen to rid the world of this wretched curse!

GARRET
(a little patronizing)
Well. Mr. Dupree. I, uh, that’s an interesting, history. It’s just not… we don’t… well, as a medical examiner, I’ve never listed that as cause of death.

He offers a comforting, if a little patronizing, smile

WILLIAM
I know. It isn’t a rational explanation, I almost didn’t believe it myself until I watched my father die. He just sank further and further into himself until his body couldn’t stay awake for one more second.

GARRET
I’m not trying to belittle your family or your beliefs …

WILLIAM
That’s when his little brother, Uncle Norman became the heir. Now me.

GARRET, in a careful tone of voice, obviously doesn’t believe a word but trying to be polite

GARRET (cont’d)
I need you to remain calm and wait until the autopsy gives us the scientific cause of death in your Uncle’s case.

WILLIAM
I wish it were that simple.

He gives a look of melodramatic woe

WILLIAM (cont’d)
We all have healthy hearts, lower than average blood pressure, we’re not weak. Besides the insomnia, we’re very strong people.

GARRET
Mr. DuPree, go home. Get some rest. I promise I’ll call you.

WILLIAM
You will call me right away?

Shakes GARRET’s hand before he leaves

GARRET
As soon as I know anything.

Last shot is GARRET looking tired of this lunacy, almost wishing NIGEL were back to handle this guy

17. EXT. LONDON – DAY to EVENING

There are several shots of London government buildings in Whitehall, 10 Downing St., House of Parliament, to indicate the gang's meeting with the Home Office and the passage of a day.

CUT TO:

18. EXT. LONDON HOTEL – NIGHT

The gang's hotel in London.

19. INT. WOODY & NIGEL'S HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

WOODY and JORDAN enter carrying plastic bags of take-out food. They put the bags down on the desk and JORDAN starts to unload.


JORDAN
One lamb rogan josh, one mild vegetarian curry, and one chicken vindaloo. Watch the vindaloo. It's insanely hot.

WOODY
Thanks…

JORDAN hands WOODY a Styrofoam takeout container, and he sits on his bed. She sits on the deskchair.

JORDAN
God, I thought that meeting would never end. Eight hours with the English aristocracy. I've never been in a room with so many weak chins.

WOODY
Amazing what five centuries of inbreeding can do to a gene pool.

JORDAN
Bureaucrats and bad takeout. This wasn't quite what I had in mind when I said I wanted to travel more.

WOODY
(with boyish enthusiasm)
It would be nice to wake up in my own bed for once…but it is cool when customs needs to look to find a clean page on my passport.

JORDAN
So, what are you up for tonight, Mr. World Traveler? We could do the Eye.

WOODY
Mmm. Nah. Nigel is going out with some old friends, so we have the room to ourselves. Eat a little curry, watch the BBC…

He smiles enticingly. We hear KEYS in the door, and NIGEL enters.

JORDAN
Hey, Nige. You hungry?

NIGEL
No, can't stop. Last night in London, so I'm meeting up with some of the lads. I just came to drop off…this.

He pulls a manila folder from behind his back.

WOODY
What is it?

NIGEL
My mate at Scotland Yard came through. Photocopies of the file from the murder last night.

JORDAN eagerly rushes over and opens the file.

JORDAN
What's the word?

NIGEL
No one is coming right out and saying it, but…M.O., victim, location. It all points to a copycat. They're keeping it hush-hush for now. Don't want panic in the East End, do we?

JORDAN
(to WOODY)
Do you think you could make some calls, flash your badge…

WOODY
No. Jordan…no.

JORDAN
Oh, come on, Woody! This is huge! We've got a chance here to bag this guy!

WOODY
You heard what Inspector Tea and Crumpets said. I'd like to go home tomorrow without having caused an international incident. Besides which…I don't like the idea of you running around the East End chasing Jack the Ripper version 2.0!

JORDAN
Okay, okay, okay. Fine!

JORDAN and WOODY trade hostile looks. NIGEL suddenly feels uncomfortable.

NIGEL
I should…go. Don't wait up. 'Night.

NIGEL exits. JORDAN and WOODY regard each other in an uneasy standoff.

WOODY
Jordan. Please.

JORDAN
I'm not going to do anything stupid. Scout's honor.

She holds up her hand in an attempt at a Scout's honor salute – but it ends up looking more like the Vulcan salute. WOODY gives a bit of an eyeroll and fixes her fingers.

WOODY
Okay…I'm just going to wash up before we eat.

WOODY crosses to the bathroom. After he goes, JORDAN notices the Ripper book on NIGEL's nightstand. She flips it over to the picture of DONALD. She thinks for a moment then reaches for her purse and pulls out DONALD's card and her cell. She dials the number and speaks in low tones so WOODY won't hear.

JORDAN
Hi. Is this Donald Pegg?...This is Jordan Cavanaugh. We met last night at the Saucy Jack and you gave me your card…Yes, that's me…Well, the rumors are true. There was a murder. Listen, I was wondering if we could meet. I'd like to ask you some questions about the Ripper murders, if you wouldn't mind…Now?...Sure why not? I can be there in about half an hour…Great. I'll see you there.

JORDAN hangs up the phone, looking a bit guilty. WOODY exits the bathroom. JORDAN sits silently for a moment while she makes a decision. And then:

JORDAN
Hey, you know…my stomach still hasn't recovered from this morning's full English breakfast. I think I'm just going to run down to the corner, buy some Pepto, and hit the hay.

WOODY
Tell you what. You go get into your p.j.'s. I'll run to the drugstore and come up and tuck you in.

JORDAN
No, that's okay. Really. You eat.

WOODY
You sure?

JORDAN
Yeah. The fresh air might help. I'm just going to head to my room when I get back so…

WOODY walks JORDAN to the door.

WOODY
All right. Good night, Jordan.

JORDAN
'Night.

She gives him a quick kiss and heads out. He closes the door, with a frown and a slightly suspicious look.


END OF ACT TWO


ACT THREE

20. EXT. THE SAUCY JACK – NIGHT

Establishing shot.

21. INT. THE SAUCY JACK PUB – NIGHT

The camera pans down the wall. We see close-ups of some of the photos, pictures of the women. It's not pretty.


DONALD
(voice over)
They called it the "Autumn of Terror."

Camera cuts to JORDAN, who is looking at the wall. DONALD is standing behind her.

DONALD (cont’d)
From August to November 1888, he killed five women, maybe more, and terrorized a city. Some consider him the first modern serial killer.

JORDAN
And after all this time, they still don't know who he was.

DONALD
You're a…medical examiner, I believe is the correct term in the States. I was a profiler with Scotland Yard for 25 years. We both know all too well that even with every modern advance, crimes still go unsolved, killers still go free. Imagine what it must have been like in 1888. No fingerprints, no DNA. The Metropolitan Police never had a chance.

JORDAN
But there were suspects at the time, right?

DONALD
Oh, of course. Some of them more credible than others. There was even a theory that the killer was Queen Victoria's grandson, a ridiculous notion that has unfortunately been perpetuated in pop culture to this day. The problem is, and has always been, that the evidence is contradictory enough that even we so-called "experts" can't agree what it all means.

JORDAN
How so?

DONALD
Eyewitness reports. Forensics. None of it matches. Look here.

He points to two framed copies of letters on the wall. One is written in very neat hand-writing, the other is barely legible.

DONALD (cont’d)
Two letters, said to have been written by the Ripper and sent to the press. This one – witty, charming, educated. He even signs it, "Yours Truly, Jack the Ripper." This one – angry, illegible, rife with misspellings. Some say the killer exhibited a degree of anatomical knowledge. Some disagree. Some say Jack would have been a gentleman. Handsome, charismatic. Imagine someone like your Ted Bundy. Others insist he would have been a semi-literate raving lunatic. Was he left-handed or right-handed? Was he a sexual sadist or was he impotent? The evidence is confounding at times.

JORDAN
The copycat killer. Why do you think he's doing it?

DONALD
Perhaps he identifies with Jack or shares the same pathological hatred of women. Perhaps he is seeking the same notoriety. No one can say. There is only one thing for certain. On the night of September 30th, Jack killed a woman – slit her throat – but it is believed he was almost caught in the act and had to flee before he could cut her any further. Less than a half hour later he had killed again. This time he was not interrupted. It was his most gruesome murder yet. Jack, killers like Jack, this new killer – they don't just stop themselves. They will kill again and again. Until they are stopped.

JORDAN looks at all the mementos on the wall, and an involuntary shudder runs down her spine.

DONALD (cont’d)
Be careful, Dr. Cavanaugh. I know curiosity must get the better of you at times. It can't be easy for a woman in your field. You feel you have to prove you're that much better than your male colleagues. But I don't think you have any idea how dangerous this man can be.


DONALD gives her a look of warning, and JORDAN smiles wanly.

 

22. INT. MORGUE – AUTOPSY – NIGHT

GARRET is finishing suturing Uncle Norman. SIDNEY is hanging around, assisting.

Autopsy


SIDNEY
So, is it just me or did this case suddenly get more interesting?

GARRET
I would’ve sworn I’d find an aneurysm, or clogged arteries… something. I can’t find any reason for this man to be dead.

He leans on the table, worried expression.

SIDNEY
You do know that Bug’s the one who jinxed the whole night. He’s in trace with a vampire right now! (we can see him poking around a body in a huge vampire cape through the windows) He’s the one who said it was quiet around here. That’s just opening yourself up to bizarre stuff like this guy.

GARRET
You know, Sidney, not believing in a curse kind of means I don’t believe in jinxes either…

SIDNEY
What? You don’t think it’s weird that this guy shows up seconds after Bug said we were having a slow night? We angered the forces of equilibrium in the universe, and they needed to set things aright by landing a supernatural death on our doorstep. We shouldn’t have said that stuff about Nigel! He’s our balance – our yin to the world’s yang.

GARRET
Nigel got to you, didn’t he? Another one down…

SIDNEY
But if you think about it logically, there’s always a balance that is achieved, no matter what the circumstances are. Nigel’s away, so we needed to balance out our wacko quota. Voila! Mr. DuPree of the Curse!

GARRET
There is no way I am going to believe that a curse caused this man’s death. It just isn’t possible! We’ve missed something…

He rubs the back of his neck

SIDNEY
I’m telling you, you can’t mess around with cosmic equilibrium. It’s an imperative – the laws of Physics are widely held to be true, why not something we can’t see? Why not a curse? I mean, I believe in gravity, just because I can’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t there, right?

GARRET
I don’t believe I’m having this conversation with you, of all people! I thought you were the level-headed one! The one who’d do a great job without rocking the boat. Now you’re spouting Nigel’s drivel about cosmic quota and yang to the yin. What did I do to deserve you people?

SIDNEY
It’s the curse, Dr. Macy. There is a curse and this man died from it. His nephew doesn’t have a chance unless he can bring the great forces back into alignment.

GARRET
OK, I’ll be in my office going over these results.

SIDNEY
Yin Yang, Dr. Macy!

24. EXT. EAST END STREET – NIGHT

JORDAN, walking down the street. It is deserted. She is walking normally, lost in thought, when she hears a noise behind her. She stops and looks around. There is nothing there. She shrugs and walks on, a little quicker this time.

There it is again. Footsteps? She stops and turns around. This time, there is a shadow, a movement. She heads forward and sees the illuminated sign of the Underground station ahead of her. If she can make it there –

She hurries on, as the footsteps get louder, closer. She's not going to make it to the station. She ducks into an alley and presses herself into a dark corner. The footsteps stop, she jumps out with an elbow and a fist to the stalker's face. The stalker reels, and JORDAN stands with fists ready for action, until we see that the "stalker" is, in fact, the snooty INSPECTOR, who holds his bloody nose and shoots her an angry look while JORDAN swallows hard and smiles sheepishly.

 

END OF ACT THREE

 

 

ACT FOUR

25. INT. POLICE STATION – NIGHT

A London police station, not unlike an American police station, but perhaps run with a snappy British efficiency. A room crammed with desks, officers, files. JORDAN sits at a desk. She's not happy to be there. She is looking quite put out. From her POV, we see INSPECTOR talking to another officer across the room. His nose has been taped up. They're both frowning, looking in her direction. She's being talked about, and she doesn't like it.

INSPECTOR crosses to the desk and begins to fill out some paperwork. He isn't too happy, either.


JORDAN
Well, the bleeding seems to have stopped, and it’s not broken, but you’re lucky.

INSPECTOR shoots her a hard look.

INSPECTOR
And you're lucky you haven't been charged with assault.

JORDAN
Why were you following me, anyway?

INSPECTOR
Well, I am the inspector assigned to the case you so fortuitously discovered yesterday evening. The murder occurred in Whitechapel. This being Whitechapel, and I being the inspector, one would assume my presence would not be a surprise.

JORDAN
I wasn't doing anything wrong. I was in a public area…

INSPECTOR
Once again, my good Doctor, I inspect places and people. You, being unrecognizable in the gloom, attracted my attention and I merely wished to determine your identity and purpose for being there, of all places, at this time of night, of all times. It was for your own safety.

INSPECTOR walks away for a moment. JORDAN looks up. WOODY has entered. We see him stop and look at her. If he weren't so angry, he'd laugh. He crosses to her.

WOODY
So, now I’ve sprung your sorry ass out of jail on two continents. What am I supposed to do, Jordan? You tell me your stomach is upset, next thing I know I get a call that you’re here. I thought we were working on something…

JORDAN
(waving hands as she 'explains')
Look, Woody, I was just walking around, minding my own business, (laugh enters her tone) when somebody starts to follow me, so I had to defend myself.

She looks at him hopefully

JORDAN (cont’d)
I sure as hell didn’t know it was Inspector Clouseau! It’s not as if I was endangering anyone or doing anything illegal, I mean…

INSPECTOR approaches.

INSPECTOR
(to WOODY)
Ah, jolly good, I see you’re here to collect our attractive but vocal guest. If you could be so good as to ensure her safety back to…

JORDAN
Excuse me! I am right here, and I am an adult. In case you didn’t notice, Inspector, I did get the drop on you. What kind of cop would let a civilian woman take him out like that? I was in a public place, minding my own business…

WOODY
(anger has won out over laughter)
Jordan! I know perfectly well what your business was. And you lied to me. Come on, I’m sure the Inspector has work he needs to do.

INSPECTOR
Indeed. We’ve just heard about another, unfortunate incident in Whitechapel. I am expected to attend shortly. Doctor Cavanaugh, I would request you keep to your original itinerary on your visit. We are capable, and doing everything which may be reasonably expected. If you could see your way fit to allow us to do our job unhindered.

JORDAN opens her mouth to speak, but closes it again, she looks upset but we’re not sure with what

INSPECTOR
Very well, my good man, I will leave her in your capable care. Once again I bid you both good day.

He leaves, passing closely by WOODY – speaks under his breath to WOODY only.

INSPECTOR (cont’d)
Good luck, old chap.

JORDAN
(to Woody)
I was just asking a few questions, I was walking back, I didn’t pay attention to where I was going, all right? It’s not as if I stormed the police station. That guy had no right to follow me!

Looks at WOODY

JORDAN (con’t)
I know you’re probably upset, but these girls deserve a voice.

WOODY
They have a voice. These are professionals, and they’re doing a great job.

Looking intently at her, waves his head toward the door.

WOODY (cont’d)
C’mon.

He turns to leave

JORDAN looks at WOODY for a second, then silently follows.

 

26. INT. MORGUE – GARRET'S OFFICE – NIGHT

GARRET behind desk, WILLIAM seated in front


GARRET
Mr. DuPree, I’m… at a loss. We performed a full autopsy, but we still haven’t found a cause of death.

WILLIAM
I told you, it’s the DuPree curse! We have descriptions of these deaths all the way back to 16th Century France. They stop sleeping, they suffer for a year or so, they die.

GARRET
Look, Mr. Dupree, I know this is real to you. In your position, I’d probably believe the same thing. But I’m a scientist. My job is to find the scientific explanation behind all the – the – unexplained phenomena I come across. There is a scientific cause of death, a – a ‘smoking gun’. And we’ll find it. Now, are you sure you’ve told us everything?

WILLIAM
Dr. Macy, there is no smoking gun…

Half laughs, looks at GARRET with sympathy, he clearly doesn’t ‘understand’

GARRET
Humor me.

GARRET delivers his patent half smile

WILLIAM
(looks at GARRET for a moment)
Alright. I’ve already told you pretty much all we know. My dad and Uncle Norman both suddenly stopped sleeping. They weren’t depressed or sick. One day they were fine, the next they were sweating like crazy and they stopped sleeping. Simple as that…

GARRET
Wait… sweating? You never said anything about sweating before.

WILLIAM
What, is that important?

GARRET
It could be. There weren’t any other symptoms?

WILLIAM
No, just crazy sweating before they stopped sleeping.

GARRET rubs face with hand, talking to himself

GARRET
What if…

He stands suddenly

GARRET
Wait here. I have an idea, but I’ve got to check something… It’ll only take five minutes.


He leaves, WILLIAM looks a little lost

 

27. INT. WOODY & NIGEL'S HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

The room is empty. We hear a key in the lock, the door opens, lights go on. WOODY enters first. He's not happy. He sits on his bed and begins to kick off his shoes, unbuttons his shirt. JORDAN follows him. She stands uncomfortably in the center of the room, trying to think of ways to jolly him out of his bad mood.


JORDAN
So, I guess now would be a bad time to ask if you wanted to do the London Eye thing.

WOODY
(tersely)
I'm tired, Jordan. I'm going to bed.

Beat. She'll try a different tack.

JORDAN
You've got to admit. It's a little funny. You should've seen that guy's face when I popped him one. I guess you could say I gave him a stiff upper bloody lip.

JORDAN waits for a reaction that doesn't come.

JORDAN (cont’d)
C'mon, it was a joke! Stiff upper…?

WOODY ignores her.

JORDAN (cont’d)
You're going to have to talk to me eventually.

WOODY
(erupting)
What do you want me to say, Jordan? You told me you weren't going to get involved, and you did. On top of that, you lied about it! I had no idea where you were. You could have gotten yourself killed!

JORDAN
But I didn't!

WOODY
You think this is a big joke? I'm supposed to smile and laugh? Oh, Jordan's just being Jordan. Doing whatever the hell she feels like doing. Again.

JORDAN
Hey, you knew who I was going into this relationship! You've known me for almost six years, and all of a sudden you think you can change me? Why now?

WOODY
Because before was different, and you know it. Before, I never felt like I had the right to tell you what to do!

JORDAN
(flabbergasted)
Wh—What? You never had the right to tell me what to do!?

WOODY
That's not how I meant it!

JORDAN
I hope not. Because that kind of paternalistic b.s. makes me wonder if you have the first clue who I am.

WOODY
Jordan, please…


WOODY reaches out for her. He's still mad, but he's trying. She pulls her arm away and storms angrily out of the room.

 

28. INT. MORGUE – GARRET'S OFFICE – NIGHT

WILLIAM sitting on the couch now, his fingers steepled in front of his face which has a thoughtful look. He looks up as GARRET returns and sits on the couch.


GARRET
Mr. DuPree.

Sympathetic look

GARRET (cont’d)
I found the smoking gun.

WILLIAM
What… what do you mean?

Looks confused, and upset

GARRET
What your family has is a rare disease called ‘Fatal Familial Insomnia’. It’s a neuromuscular prion disease, related to bovine spongiform encephalitis – mad cow disease. It damages the nerves and muscles, and – it runs in families. It causes the symptoms you’ve described.

WILLIAM
How…?

Looks devastated

GARRET
I checked the brain tissue. It was all right there in the microscope.

WILLIAM
But… it’s always a killer, right?

GARRET
(sensitive voice)
Most of the time, yes, but there is optimistic research being done in Great Britain. Last I heard there is an experimental treatment that’s showing promise treating symptoms, keeping people alive.

WILLIAM
But… there’s no curse?

GARRET
Nope. (warm smile) Just a disease. Something you can fight.

WILLIAM
Do… do I have to tell anyone?

GARRET gives a confused look. Brief pause as he digests this question

GARRET
Uh, what… what do you mean?

WILLIAM
Dr. Macy, we used to be a moneyed family.

WILLIAM (cont’d)
(leans back on the couch)
Over… Over the years it was – spent – well what would you do… if… So, we lost our land and our fortune. We changed our name, which was hard to do. This curse was all we had left. It was… comforting knowing how you were going to die. My friends really admire my decision not to have a family, they think I’m responsible. My girlfriend worships me… What’s left? Nothing… just some mad cow disease.

GARRET still can’t believe this guy’s serious

GARRET
It’s not… not the same – just… related…

WILLIAM
So what? We went from a wealthy family with a curse to a bunch of broke drunks with mad cow disease. What’ll my girlfriend say? She thinks I’m so noble for not marrying…

He stands up, GARRET stands as well

WILLIAM
Um, I left instructions for the funeral home to get Uncle Norman. Do I have to sign anything?

Looking increasingly despondent

GARRET
Just… Talk to the lady at the front desk, she’ll set you up.

WILLIAM
Yes, of course. Uh… I think – thank you, I guess.

GARRET trying to keep from looking totally disgusted at WILLIAM’s pride in such a stupid thing. As WILLIAM is leaving, he says:

GARRET
Uh, Mr. Dupree. William – you know, it’s really all about perception. Some families consider heart disease or cancer a curse. You don’t really know how your particular family got stuck with this genetic time bomb…

WILLIAM
(suddenly brightens up)
Yes… Yes! There is a curse!

Walks back over to GARRET, takes his hand and vigorously shakes it

WILLIAM (cont’d)
Of course, why didn’t I see that! Our witch cursed us with a terrible, rare, nero-muscleotur… uh, new-row…

GARRET
(flat vocal expression)
Neuromuscular prion disease. Fatal Familial Insomnia.

WILLIAM
Uh, can you write that down? My girlfriend will want to know… but I don’t have to tell her that there’s hope, do I?

GARRET swiftly scribbles on a pad of paper and tears it off, handing it to WILLIAM.

GARRET
No, I suppose you don’t.

WILLIAM
Thank you, thank you so much Dr. Macy!

Shakes his hand again, leaves dancing down the hallway

GARRET watches with his mouth open a little, shaking his head

GARRET
Oh. My. God. And I didn’t want Nigel to be here for Halloween…


Rolls his eyes

FADE TO BLACK


29. EXT. CROWN & ANCHOR – NIGHT

Crown & Anchor

Establishing shot.

30. INT. CROWN & ANCHOR – NIGHT

JORDAN walks into the pub, still seething. From her POV, we can see KATE sitting at the bar. KATE sees her and nods in her direction. JORDAN crosses and sits next to KATE at the bar without a word. KATE nods at the bartender and signals him to give JORDAN a beer. Bartender pours her a pint, and JORDAN pulls out her wallet.

KATE
I got it.

JORDAN
…Thanks.

JORDAN sips silently at her beer as KATE regards her out of the corner of her eye.

KATE
You wanna talk about it?

JORDAN
Not really, no.

JORDAN takes a big swallow. KATE shrugs. No skin off her nose. There's a silence while JORDAN drinks in moody silence. Then:

JORDAN (cont’d)
(bursting forth)
Where does he get off? What, he thinks he owns me?

KATE
I'm assuming the antecedent of "he" is Woody.

JORDAN
How is it that you can know someone for years, and then you get into a relationship and bang – they think they can rewrite who you are?

KATE
Hey, I'm the last person you want to come to for relationship advice, but it seems to me promising your boyfriend something, then breaking that promise and lying about it? Pretty good justification for the boyfriend getting his knickers in a knot.

JORDAN
It's 2007, not 1888. I'm a grown woman. Who does he thinks he is telling me what I can and can't do?

KATE
Did he tell you or did he ask you?

JORDAN squirms a bit.

KATE (cont’d)
Look. I don't know Woody all that well. He seems relatively normal, and I guess he's cute in an "Opie" kind of way, even if the bad puns would have me heading for the hills inside a week. I don't know what makes him tick – it could be he gets off on all that macho crap. Maybe he feels like he's got to play alpha male. Or maybe

Her voice softens. JORDAN turns to her.

KATE
Maybe he just thinks you've both lost too many people you care about lately.

KATE gives her a bit of a rueful smile. JORDAN contemplates what she's said. Then her cell phone rings. She takes it off the clip, but she doesn't recognize the number.

JORDAN
Hello? Hel-…is someone there? Hello? Donald? I can barely hear you…The Saucy Jack? All right…Hello? Hello?

She frowns and flips the phone shut.

KATE
What was that about?

JORDAN
I'm not sure. Bad connection. It must have been Donald Pegg. He wants to meet at The Saucy Jack.

KATE
And you're going?

JORDAN
Yeah. Just for a few minutes. It'll be fine.

KATE can't betray a look of disapproval.

KATE
…Good luck.

JORDAN grabs her bag and heads out of the bar, while KATE shakes her head and watches her go.

31. EXT. SAUCY JACK PUB – NIGHT

It is dark, and the bar's lights appear to be out. It's looking pretty closed. JORDAN approaches from down the street and slows as she arrives in front of the pub. She looks around. Why is it so dark? She pulls at the door, half expecting them to be locked, but it opens. Her face registers some surprise and she steps inside…

32. INT. SAUCY JACK PUB – NIGHT

JORDAN heads inside. The pub is dark.


JORDAN
Hello? Anybody here?

There is no response. She creeps forward. She has a feeling something isn't right, but JORDAN being JORDAN, she ignores it.

JORDAN
Donald? Anybody?

Her face registers a look of shock. The camera pans quickly, and from her P.O.V., we see the BARTENDER lying on the ground. He is either unconscious or dead. Either way, he's not moving, and he appears to be bleeding from a headwound. JORDAN hurries to him and tends to him, checking his pulse, etc. There is a noise: sound of FOOTSTEPS. JORDAN looks up, and SIMON has entered.

JORDAN
Simon…Call an ambulance, police. This guy's alive, but barely…

JORDAN starts to do chest compressions, etc.,

SIMON
(sarcastic)
Oh, but I'm sure you'll save him. The smart lady doctor. So much smarter than everyone else.

JORDAN
Look. If this is about the other night, now is not the time. Call 911 or whatever the hell the number is here!

SIMON
I think this will go so much better if the police don't get involved, wouldn't you agree?

JORDAN wheels around in sudden comprehension. SIMON is standing behind her, and he is withdrawing a large, sharp knife from his coat.

SIMON (cont’d)
You're not quite right for the part. But I suppose you'll have to do.

He raises the knife and takes a step in towards her. Suddenly there is the sound of the DOOR being opened behind him. It is DONALD. He enters, takes in the scene in horror. SIMON has become distracted enough that he has lost focus. DONALD steps forward and is able to unsteady him. They struggle with the knife. DONALD gets control of the knife, SIMON stumbles forward and is stabbed. He withdraws his hand – blood. He collapses on the floor. DONALD and JORDAN watch in shock for a moment. JORDAN picks herself up off the floor.

DONALD
(to JORDAN)
Are you all right?

JORDAN
(in shock)
Fine..him…why?

DONALD
A failed actor tired of living in obscurity wants to emulate his hero. Who knows?

JORDAN
I wouldn't have believed it…

DONALD lets out a peculiar laugh.

DONALD
My dear Dr. Cavanaugh. You weren't supposed to believe it. That was the beauty of it.

JORDAN is pulled out of her shock. She looks to DONALD, who has a twisted smile on his face. Behind him, SIMON stands up with a laugh. He holds up the knife, and presses the blade against the palm of his hand. The blade retracts inside the handle; it is a prop stage knife.
JORDAN
You're sick…

DONALD
For years we researched the elusive Ripper, Simon and I. Walked the streets he prowled. Drank at the same pubs where he drank, trying to unravel the ultimate mystery: who was he? And then we arrived at the same independent conclusion.

SIMON
Jack wasn't a "he"…

DONALD
Jack was a "they." There were two of them, working together. That's why the evidence was so confounding. That's why he seemed to be two very different people. He was.

JORDAN
(to DONALD)
But you…why?

DONALD
(as he pulls his own blade from his pocket)
I worked at Scotland Yard for 25 years profiling criminals. I've devoted the last decade of my life trying to live and breathe Jack the Ripper. They told me on my first day at Scotland Yard, that to catch a killer, sometimes one must become the killer. (twisted grin) I didn't know they meant it quite so literally.

JORDAN
Why me?

DONALD (cont’d)
I'm sure Jack's victims must have asked themselves the same thing before he slit their throats.

JORDAN backs away, stalling, trying to buy time.

JORDAN
You're pathetic. Between the two of you, you couldn't even come up with an original crime?

DONALD
Ah, yes, but one hundred years on, no one – until us – worked out who did it. It is the perfect crime.

JORDAN
Kill me, and you kill the one person who understands your brilliant criminal minds. Kill me, and you go on living in obscurity. Is that what you want?

DONALD
I don't think you could possibly imagine what I want…


DONALD lunges for her. She has backed herself against the bar. She grips it and throws her legs up, knocking DONALD off his balance. The knife flies out of his hand and clatters to the floor. SIMON and DONALD scramble for it. She looks around for something, anything, to fend him off, then she sees it…an antique-looking barber's razor on the memorabilia wall. It is tacked to the wall loosely with brads. She rips it off the wall and brandishes it at them. Maybe she can fend them off long enough make an escape or until help comes…

Fighting Back

JORDAN
Don't even try it or you'll find out how much "anatomical knowledge" I have.

They both come at her. SIMON nearly reaches her. She lashes out at him, slashing him across the back of the hands and arms as he reaches out to pull the razor away from her. He screams in pain and recoils and stumbles away. DONALD comes in for her. She backs behind the bar, kicking a stool into his path. He almost trips but pushes it away as she hoists herself onto the bar. There are glasses hanging above the bar. She pulls them down with one hand and launches them at DONALD's face. He raises his hands in defense. She loses her balance – her arms windmill, but she falls onto the bar, the wind knocked out of her. DONALD grins. There doesn't seem to be a way out. He raises the knife up. And then:

INSPECTOR
(voice over)
Drop the knife! Now!

CUT TO:

The INSPECTOR stands in the doorway with his gun trained on DONALD.

DONALD hesitates. He's caught. But he won't go down easily. He raises the knife up farther, ready to plunge it into JORDAN's prone body. JORDAN reacts. There is a bottle on the bar. She grabs it and sends it crashing against DONALD's head. He collapses on the floor. SIMON whimpers in pain, and JORDAN and the INSPECTOR exchange looks.

 

END OF ACT FOUR

 

 

ACT FIVE

 

33. INT. THE SAUCY JACK – NIGHT

The police have arrived. There are crime scene and medical personnel milling around, taking pictures, gathering evidence. Yellow police tape has been strung across the front of the door. The INSPECTOR is speaking to a BOBBY. JORDAN sits apart from it all, somewhat in shock, at the bar. Someone has wrapped her in a blanket.

The front door opens, and WOODY stumbles in, terrified. His eyes are fearful until he sees JORDAN, and then he ducks under the tape.


BOBBY
Excuse me, sir, you can't…

INSPECTOR
No. It's all right.

WOODY nods a thanks, hurries over to JORDAN, and wraps his arms around her.

WOODY
(frantic)
Jordan, are you okay? Are you hurt?

JORDAN
(numbly)
I'm fine, I…how did you know?

 

Are You Okay?

WOODY
(in a rush)
Kate told me you got a call at the pub…I was scared…called the Inspector…thought he could get here before I could. I was terrified when I saw those two guides in the squad car outside. You sure you're okay?

JORDAN
Yeah…I'm fine.

WOODY
Thank God…

She has begun to tear up a little. He kisses her long and hard.

JORDAN
Woody…I'm sorry. About what happened. This is all new to me. Loving someone. I've only had to think of myself before, never had to worry what I did could affect anyone else. Be patient with me, okay? I'm on a pretty steep learning curve here.

She smiles a little through tears.

WOODY
We need to be honest with each other. No more lies. But I don't want you to change who you are. You wouldn't be the woman I fell in love with the minute I saw her at that bank robbery all those years ago.

She is crying a little more now, maybe for different reasons. She smiles. He takes her face in his hands. He has teared up a little, too.

WOODY (cont’d)
I can't lose you.

He takes her hand. They start to head out of the bar.
INSPECTOR
Dr. Cavanaugh!

WOODY and JORDAN freeze in their tracks and look at the INSPECTOR, fearing the worst. He nods at them crisply, and is that the barest trace of a smile?

INSPECTOR
…Well done.

They smile. WOODY slips his arm around her, and they exit.

 

FADE TO:

34. EXT. LOGAN AIRPORT – DAY

A British Airways jet lands. Bright, sunny weather.

 

35. EXT. MORGUE BLDG -- DAY

CUT TO:

36. INT. MORGUE -- DAYWOODY, JORDAN, NIGEL, and KATE are walking down the hallway toward the elevator with their rollaboards.


JORDAN
I just want to pick up my car and get home and sleep in my own bed.

WOODY
Think we can sneak out before anyone sees us?

Too late. LILY and SIDNEY are in the lobby signing for a package.

LILY
You guys! How was your trip?

JORDAN
It was…uneventful. How were things here?

SIDNEY
…Uneventful.

LILY
Well, we want a full report.

JORDAN
Just came to pick up the car keys.

GARRET enters.

GARRET
Welcome back. I'm surprised to see you. I thought you might take a few extra days in London to take in the sights.

WOODY
Well, you know. There's no place like home.

GARRET
Good. Go and get some sleep. We'll see you tomorrow.

KATE, JORDAN, AND WOODY have turned to the elevator.

NIGEL
Well, as long as I have you all gathered here…I have an announcement to make. (grandly) I have solved the Jack the Ripper case.

They all trade eyerolls and looks of incredulity.

KATE
Okay, so you've managed to do what the top minds of the last hundred-odd years haven't been able to do.

NIGEL
While you lot were snoring your way across the Atlantic, I was assembling this…

He unravels a long stretch of papers fastened together.

KATE
And that is?

NIGEL
A timeline. Correlating the murders and other significant dates in the investigation with the whereabouts of all the primary suspects. And after thorough research, I have concluded that Jack the Ripper was…Queen Victoria's grandson, Prince Albert Victor, the Duke of Clarence. Crazed by the syphilis that rotted his brain, he took his twisted revenge on the prostitutes that had given him the disease! It's all right there…

KATE picks up the timeline and gives it a cursory glance.

KATE
First of all, there was no evidence that he was syphilitic, and second of all…on the dates of two of the murders, he wasn't in London. He wasn't even in England. Look (indicating on timeline) he was hundreds of miles away at his grandmother's estate in Scotland.

NIGEL frowns and frantically begins to rifle through his papers.

NIGEL
But…there must be a mistake…

KATE
(holding up the timeline, mockingly)
"It's all right there…"

NIGEL
I had it all worked out…it had to be…

NIGEL and KATE begin to bicker. GARRET, SIDNEY and LILY look on in amusement.

SIDNEY
Let's have Woody and Jordan settle this. (looks around) Where'd they go?

I Put a Spell On You - Queen Latifah
We see that during the preceding, WOODY and JORDAN have sneaked away and are jumping on the elevator. LILY starts to run after them.

LILY
Hey, you guys…


But WOODY and JORDAN are too lost in their own world to hear. As the elevator doors slide shut, they are locked in an embrace, off to get some "alone time" at last. LILY turns away and walks back toward the group with a smile that says it all. Ain't love grand?


FADE TO BLACK

 

Next time on Crossing Jordan:

"Stange Bedfellows"
Strange Bedfellows



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