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Episode #VS706


Strange Bedfellows

Crossing Jordan Virtual Season 7

“Strange Bedfellows”

“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

Ivers
Det. Matt Seely
Renée Walcott
Dr. McDonald
George (reporter)
Unknown Male Reporter
Marilynn (reporter)
Evidence Locker Attendant
Uniformed officer
Jeremy Cross (computer tech)
Det. Santana
TV Interviewer
Television Announcer Guy
Other Television Announcer guy

SET LIST

INTERIORS
THE MORGUE
   GARRET'S OFFICE
   KATE’S OFFICE
   HALLWAY BY AUTOPSY
   BUG AND NIGEL’S DESKS
   TRACE
   RECEPTION AREA
   BREAK ROOM

TYPICAL DINER

SURVEILLANCE TRUCK

SWANKY RESTAURANT


PRECINCT
   BREAK ROOM
   HALLWAY
   WOODY’S OFFICE
   SEELY’S DESK
   EVIDENCE LOCKER ENTRANCE
   EVIDENCE LOCKER AISLE

BPD TECH DEPARTMENT
   BREAK ROOM
   EMPTY ROOM

 

EXTERIORS
JUSTICE BUILDING
   STAIRS

TYPICAL DINER
   SIDEWALK

SWANKY RESTAURANT
   SIDEWALK

Rocky Theme - Starlight Orchestra

TEASER

1. EXT. JUSTICE BUILDING – MORNING

Music as we fly over Boston is the theme from Rocky. As the music reaches a climax, we slowly zoom onto the steps of the Judicial building. RENEE is at a bank of microphones, surrounded by a crowd. Behind her is a campaign team with the obligatory posters, buttons.

Vote for Walcott

RENEE
And so, in closing, I urge the electorate to consider the solid record of this experienced, dedicated, successful District Attorney. There’s no reason to vote for anyone else.

 

Press conference


She gives a well-practiced smile for the cameras. After a flurry of clicks, she continues.

RENEE (cont’d)
I’ll now accept a few questions from the press. (beat) Yes, George?

GEORGE
Ms. Walcott, everyone expects this election to be a landslide in your favor. What do you have to say to those who do not support you?

RENEE
Your paper recently wrote an excellent editorial dealing with this very issue.

She smiles at GEORGE, waits for a few more camera clicks.

RENEE
I’m not in this position to hold power or pursue some private agenda. I’m here for one purpose and one purpose only – to make Boston a place where all our children may grow up in safety. Regardless of political affiliation, that is something we all want. Yes, Marilynn…

UNKNOWN MALE REPORTER
Ms. Walcott, what do you have to say to allegations you deliberately interfered with the testimony of a trial witness two years ago?


RENEE gives a quick, angry glance at the rude reporter, then pointedly looks at MARILYNN.

Walcott Interview

MARILYNN
Thank you, Ms. Walcott. My listeners want to hear your take on the way the riots…

UNKNOWN MALE REPORTER
Ms. Walcott! I have very serious questions…

RENEE
Excuse me, it’s Marilynn’s turn.

She turns to MARILYNN, clearly getting short on patience.

RENEE
Well, first of all, the unrest this city faced…

UNKNOWN MALE REPORTER
(louder, forceful tone)
D. A. Walcott! What is your response to these allegations?

RENEE is angry, finally turning to the annoying reporter.

RENEE (cont’d)
I have heard of no such allegations. If your – (clears her throat) – ‘newspaper’ has any evidence, I can assure you that it will be investigated by an independent committee set up…

UNKNOWN MALE REPORTER
Ms. Walcott, we have information which indicates that you manipulated a witness in the trial of Greg Livingston, convicted of murdering Charles Brunn.

RENEE is eyeballing her security guys as they push through the crowd, indicating subtly to hurry up.

RENEE
Well, Mr…. I’m sorry, what did you say your name is?

UNKNOWN REPORTER
I didn’t. We handed this evidence over to the Boston Police Department this morning. They’ll be contacting you.

RENEE
I cannot comment on a case without the pertinent information. I assure you…

She looks around at the other reporters.

RENEE
…that when we have a chance to look into this, I will answer whatever feeble charges have been trumped up against me. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.


RENEE turns around and retreats up the steps of the Judicial building, with a flurry of desperate questions being shouted behind her.

 

2. EXT. BPD PRECINCT – THE SAME MORNING

These Boots Were Made for Walking - Justine Blazer

Wide shot of the exterior of the Precinct

3. INT. BPD PRECINCT HALLWAY - CONTINUING

The camera focuses on the swinging doors. We see a pair of high heeled boots come stomping in. We hear the music “These Boots are Made For Walkin’” as the boots march down the hall. Pan back and we see JORDAN belongs to the boots. She’s walking with determination down the hall.

4. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE - CONTINUING

Cut to JORDAN’S hand at the door to WOODY’s office. She knocks once and pushes the door open. WOODY is lazing around playing darts.

WOODY
(Sexy smile, dimples and all)
Hey! You’re the best thing I’ve seen all day.

He stands up, walks over and takes her in his arms. He closes the door behind her with one hand.

JORDAN gives off a cold vibe, eyes half closed, hands on hips

JORDAN
It’s still morning.

She pauses, her voice tense.

JORDAN (cont’d)
Woody.

He freezes as his head was dipping down for a kiss.

WOODY
(nervous look)
Yeah?

JORDAN
Do you know who I just got off the phone with?

He’s still got his arms around her waist, but he pulls back a bit. He’s looking a wee bit guilty.

WOODY
Do I want to know?

JORDAN
(takes his hands)
Woody, what the hell is going on? I thought we agreed that I need to be involved, that it’s who I am and we can’t change who I am.

WOODY
Uh, maybe you agreed to that, but I’m still trying to keep you alive.

He pauses, gives her a curious look.

WOODY (cont’d)
Um… involved in what, exactly?

JORDAN
I just spoke with Ivers.

WOODY
Oh.

He drops his hands and turns away, grimacing.

JORDAN
When were you going to tell me I’d been requested for an undercover sting operation? Or were you just going to make up some lame excuse and never tell me?

He turns, his head down guiltily, but he still looks determined to play this the way he wants.

WOODY
Nothing was settled yet, I… wanted to confirm the details, check out the whole thing before they finalized the arrangements…

JORDAN
(peeved)
That’s a load of crap and you know it! You were just trying to keep me out of everything again. And this time, there’s no danger, no guns, no Albanian mob – it’s just some doctor!

WOODY stands up a little taller and takes a breath.

WOODY
Look. In London, you could have gotten yourself killed. You can’t deny that!

He heads her off as she tries to interrupt.

WOODY (cont’d)
No! Listen to me for once.

Gesturing with his hands to illustrate his points

WOODY (cont’d)
I want a relationship with you, Jordan. A relationship means you call if you’re going to be late. It means you try to be considerate about your partner’s concerns, you don’t just brush them off. (frustrated sigh) I thought we reached an understanding on this.

JORDAN
(getting angrier)
What I understood was we were both going to try to give a little. You can’t expect me to do all the giving on this one. I need to see a little effort on your part!

WOODY
(really ticked off)
Effort! Jordan, I didn’t hang up on Ivers when he called! That was effort. I’m standing here talking to you. That’s taking effort!

JORDAN
(quiet but strong voice)
Well, if it’s so hard to talk to me maybe we just need to stop talking!

WOODY
Fine with me!

He takes a step toward her, his hands are on his hips, he towers over her. She is looking up at him but not intimidated, hands still on her hips as well.

JORDAN
Fine!

There’s a knock at the door.

IVERS
(Sticks his head in)
Oh, hi!

He pauses as he reads the tension.

IVERS (cont’d)
Did… uh… did I come at a bad time?

WOODY and JORDAN look at him, then back at each other.

WOODY and JORDAN
No!

 

END OF TEASER


CUT TO OPENING CREDITS
Crossing Jordan Theme

 

 

ACT 1

5. INT. MORGUE GARRET’S OFFICE – MID MORNING

GARRET is doing paperwork at his desk. He looks up as RENEE knocks on the door.

GARRET
Hey. I sort of figured you’d show up here.

RENEE
Then you heard.

GARRET
Everyone in the city heard.

He pauses as he looks at her.

GARRET
So, what do they have?

RENEE
Well, it seems they found a document which shows I influenced a witness to commit perjury in the Greg Livingston trial. Celia DeJong saw the accused leave the victim’s house, at the time of the murder, with blood spatter all over his clothes. It was broad daylight; she was in a car across the street. Slam dunk. But now this document they found in my files supposedly proves I knew about her change of heart before the trial began. On top of it all, no one can find the woman.

GARRET
So, a tabloid produced a piece of paper.

He gives her a skeptical expression.

GARRET (cont’d)
Nobody’s taking them seriously, right?

RENEE
I wish...

She turns her back for a moment. She has a deer-in-the-headlights look. She turns again and reluctantly seats herself across the desk from GARRET. She speaks quietly. This is obviously difficult for her.

RENEE
The ‘document’ was found in my file cabinet, and a copy was on the C Drive of my computer. The date on the file indicates it’s been there two years. I don’t need to tell you that if this isn’t dealt with quickly, my career is over. (worried pause) The next DA may not be as friendly as I am.

GARRET
You don’t need to worry; if it’s planted evidence it’ll be exposed.

RENEE
‘If!’ You don’t believe me, do you?

GARRET
Renée, I have seen you – conveniently ignore information...

RENEE sits down, angry-helpless look

RENEE
Oh, my God. You think I did this.

GARRET
I didn’t say that. I’m just saying that false evidence will be exposed, sooner or later.

RENEE
That is a wonderful observation, except for the fact that the election is in two days. If I’m not exonerated in the next 48 hours, it won’t matter.

GARRET sits down beside her

GARRET
Well, at least get a second scientific opinion on that document. Nigel’s available right now…

RENEE
God, no! Anyone but Nigel!

GARRET
He is the best, like it or not.

RENEE
He hates me, like it or not. I did have him…

GARRET
Arrested? (half smile) I wouldn’t say ‘hate’, but you do have a point, you may want someone more - impartial. I can’t do it myself because of our – whatever the hell it was…

RENEE
(exasperated)
Relationship, Garret. It was a relationship.

GARRET
Yeah, whatever you call it, I can’t get involved. Bug could do it but he’s preoccupied with Lily and the baby. You know, your best bet would be Dr. Switzer.

RENEE is trying to hide how nervous she is

RENEE
How good is she, really?

GARRET
I almost hate to admit it, but she is very good, and getting better.

RENEE
This place grows on you; like a disease.

GARRET
Thanks for the compliment. You know, you might try being nice, considering…

RENEE is honestly contrite. We can tell it’s difficult for her. She sighs.

RENEE
Is Dr. Switzer in her office?

GARRET half smiles again, starts to stand.

GARRET
I’ll go get her.

RENEE
(puts hand on his arm)
Just a minute…

GARRET
Yeah?

He sits back down

RENEE
(introspective sigh)
Garret.

GARRET
What?

RENEE
This… is hard for me. There’ve been so many issues in the past few years. (sad little laugh) I spent hundreds of hours cleaning up the mess from the riots. Then there’s Jordan’s little flight from justice, Lu going off the deep end. Your… arrest… before the Meyers trial wasn’t a picnic either. It’s been a bumpy ride, Garret. Public opinion being what it is, this could be the end, even if I am exonerated. And I’m not ready for it to be the end.

It is quiet for a moment, he looks at her. They each look at their own hands

GARRET
I’m not worried. Think about what you have going for you; you’re a single mother, you’re one hell of a DA, you fought off a serial killer single handedly. On top of all that, you’re a politician, with all the baggage that comes with it. You handle all that, and you’re still the hottest lawyer I know. Renée, look at me.

She does, a little reluctantly

GARRET (cont’d)
What I’m trying to say is I’ve got confidence in you, as a prosecutor, as a DA, and as a friend. You can take the heat.

A little smile touches her face

RENEE
I wish I was that confident. I don’t lose very often, but I might be facing the loss of my career. That’s new territory for me.

GARRET
That’s what friends are for. We’ll be confident when you aren’t. (holds out his hand, palm up) The Sox beat the curse, twice. You can beat this, Renée.

RENEE looks down at his open hand, gingerly places her hand in it. GARRET closes his hand around hers and they just sit there quietly.

 

6. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE – SAME TIME

Close up of WOODY’S face resting on his hands He’s tiredly looking back and forth as IVERS and JORDAN list the reasons she should be able to do this undercover operation.


JORDAN
It’s not like there won’t be backup.

IVERS
I assure you, Detective, there’s no danger. Didn’t you get the file I sent over?

WOODY guiltily opens top drawer and pulls out a file.

WOODY
Uh, yeah, but I still had some questions.

He pointedly looks at JORDAN

IVERS
Well…?

WOODY
(sighs)
This doctor… McDonald. Has he got a rap sheet?

IVERS
No, he’s clean. Which is why he flew under the radar for so long.

JORDAN
Hey! I’m the one who hasn’t seen the file.

She reaches for it rather forcefully and pulls it away from WOODY. He raises both hands in the air in an effort to control his anger.

WOODY
(sarcasm dripping off his words)
Be my guest!

He’s increasingly uncomfortable with the situation.

IVERS
This is obviously not a good time. I’ll come back…

WOODY and JORDAN
(both in a testy tone)
No!

JORDAN
(little glare at Woody)
No. Just . . .

He puts down the file. WOODY runs his hand over his face and turns a little in his chair in frustration.

WOODY
Why don’t you summarize it for me?

IVERS
(glancing between them)
We’ve heard rumors that McDonald has been illegally selling prescriptions. If our information is correct, he sells scripts to wealthy ‘patients’ but he doesn’t perform a medical exam. He also writes them for people on Medicaid who turn around and sell the stuff on the black market for a huge profit. He’s been smart. Spread around the prescriptions, keeping the amounts low enough to avoid most of the red flags.

He glances at them both as he reaches for the file and opens it.

IVERS (cont’d)
Here.

Points to a picture that looks suspiciously like a certain television show creator/producer.

IVERS
He has a good practice, but it’s not enough to explain his lifestyle.

Shows pictures of yachts, houses, cars, and many gorgeous women.

JORDAN
So, is one of these Mrs. McDonald?

IVERS
Nope. She doesn’t get out much; we’re pretty sure she’s just arm candy for official functions.

JORDAN
What drugs are we talking about?

IVERS
We believe Oxycodone is his big ticket item. We also believe he’s responsible for two separate overdoses. When you don’t examine your patients or check medical histories, bad things happen.

WOODY
(eye roll at Jordan)
She’s dying to ask you about the sting. There’s no way I’m going to allow that unless I’m satisfied with the planning.

JORDAN’s temper is heating up a little again

JORDAN
Wha- what makes you think you have the right to – to?

IVERS interrupts WOODY’s angry ad lib retort

IVERS
OK, obviously something is going on here. If I was wrong about you being the people for this job, please just tell me where I can find someone else…

Silence.

His comment has its intended effect

IVERS (cont’d)
All right then. Jordan, all you need to do is be yourself. This guy is really into prestige and beautiful women. I thought of you because you’re a doctor, you’re well known in the medical community, and you’re… (pauses to appreciate her) well, you’re very attractive.

WOODY is still distrusting. He clears his throat

WOODY
There are cops trained to do this sort of thing.

IVERS
We’ve tried two agents already, but he won’t trust just anyone. I was hoping an attractive, well known colleague might be able to get through his defenses.

WOODY, with a hint of pride, looks at the pictures.

WOODY
Well, Jordan’s definitely hotter than any of these girls.

JORDAN
(wryly)
Nice try.

JORDAN (con’t)
(to Ivers)
I guess what I… (glances at Woody) what we want to know is how are you going to make sure I’m never alone with him.

IVERS
We have experience with this in the Special Prosecutor’s office. We plan on getting assistance from Detective Hoyt here…

WOODY
(firmly)
Let’s get one thing straight: if this happens, I am in charge of the whole thing.

JORDAN rolls her eyes

IVERS
I appreciate the offer, Detective, but…

WOODY
You want her, you get me. In charge.

JORDAN
Woody!

WOODY
Take it or leave it!

WOODY’s looking back and forth between them with a serious expression. Close up of JORDAN’s face. She is thinking, clearly struggling with it. Suddenly she takes a cleansing breath.

JORDAN
(still ticked, but with resolve)
Fine, then. If I let you be there, you give me the space to do it.

WOODY
If you… Let?

He pinches bridge of his nose, sighs.

WOODY (cont’d)
OK. Thank you, Jordan.

IVERS gives an assessing glance toward each of them.

IVERS
(resigned tone, to Woody)
Fine. You can lead the team.

WOODY shakes hands with IVERS.

IVERS stands to leave but pauses, glances pointedly at each one of them

IVERS
I’ll call you this afternoon with the details. Detective. Jordan.

He nods to each one, gaze lingering a bit longer on JORDAN. The door closes behind him. WOODY and JORDAN sit in silence for a moment.

WOODY
(quietly)
I always thought Ivers was hot for you.

JORDAN, coming out of her own thoughts, starts.

JORDAN
What, Ivers? Don’t be ridiculous.

He stands up, walks around desk. He perches himself on the edge in front of her.

WOODY
I’m warning you, anything hinky on this sting, and I shoot. To kill.

JORDAN
(dry laughter)
An overweight, middle aged doctor? What could he…

WOODY
Not him. (beat) Ivers.

JORDAN
(tired smirk)
Jealous?

WOODY
Hell, yeah. Kind of weird how I can be jealous and totally pissed off at you at the same time.

JORDAN shakes her head. She stands and steps into his hug.

We see a close up of each of their tired faces.

 

7. INT. MORGUE HALLWAY – EARLY AFTERNOON

RENEE is following KATE into KATE’s office.

DET. SEELY comes running down the hall


SEELY
Ms. Walcott! Macy said you were here. I’ve got the files.

RENEE
You’d better come in, Seely.

8. INT. KATE’S OFFICE - CONTINUING

KATE closes the door behind the others and motions for them to take a seat.

KATE
I’m not sure I understand what you want from me.

She sits behind her desk

RENEE
Dr. Switzer, all I want is the truth to be made public, and as quickly as possible. Time is important. Seely worked the original case, he has his file.

KATE
I understand that you’re up for re-election and you’ve hit some rough water. If you expect me to concoct some cock and bull story about false evidence, or smear some reporter, or anything for that matter…

SEELY
That’s why I’m here. I was lead investigator on the Brunn case, and I am sure as hell not going to let anything screw up that conviction. I want to get this taken care of.

RENEE
(glares down her nose at Seely)
Look, if I were guilty, would I be here? Or would I be in front of the cameras trying to spin this thing?

KATE looks at her, trying to decide if RENEE is legitimate

KATE
Nooo, I don’t think you’d be here. You realize that if I examine the evidence for your case it’ll happen publicly and I won’t pull punches.

RENEE
I wouldn’t expect you to pull punches, because they won’t be at me. Someone out there wants to get rid of me, and they’ve chosen a very effective m.o. Not only would I be unemployed, I’d be discredited. Every one of my convictions would be called into question. This isn’t a small matter, Doctor. You happen to be the most impartial person on staff right now.

KATE
Well, it doesn’t look like I have a choice in the matter, does it? I’ll conduct a thorough review of all the existing evidence, then I’ll examine the evidence your accusers have collected.

SEELY
When you get something, call me.

KATE
Just don’t expect me to join in a whitewash.

RENEE
There’s nothing to cover-up. Just find out the truth. Please.

She looks uncomfortable to be placing her fate in someone else’s hands

KATE
I’ll start by pulling the morgue file. Detective, get me a copy of your file. I’ll need the document that was ‘found’ as well. We should also check the evidence in the locker.

SEELY
One step ahead of you, Doc. (beat) Here’s the copy and this is the document. I know what they found, but they said I shouldn’t tell you yet. (wags head at Renée) She hasn’t handled it, so chain of custody isn’t being messed up. Look, Doc, please don’t screw this up; both of our butts are on the line.

RENEE
A familiar location for your butt, Detective.

KATE
You’d just better be damn sure you’re not involved in this, or you’ll fry. Now, I need my office to get my work done, please.

RENEE
Thank you, Doctor Switzer.

KATE
Thank me after I’m done.

 

END OF ACT ONE

 

 


ACT TWO

9. INT. TYPICAL DINER – THE NEXT DAY, LUNCHTIME

JORDAN is seated at a table. WOODY is on the other side of the diner, looking very casual but it’s obvious to us he’s not letting anything happen without his noticing. IVERS is standing beside JORDAN’s table, looking the other way and talking to her.

JORDAN
You know, I hope you’re a better attorney than undercover agent.

She smiles to cover the fact that she’s talking.

JORDAN (cont’d)
If you want this to work, get lost, now!

IVERS
I’m going, just be careful. He’s smart.

JORDAN
(smile broadens)
So am I.

IVERS sneaks a peek at JORDAN. She’s still ignoring him, but his face shows appreciation for our girl, especially her little tank top. He walks to the counter a few yards away.

IVERS
(to the waitress)
Miss, can I have a coffee, please?

JORDAN rolls her eyes at WOODY, who is trying to cover his impatience with IVERS.

We see a short, somewhat overweight man come in, glance around and come over to stand beside JORDAN.

MCDONALD
Would you be Dr. Cavanaugh?

JORDAN
I would. And you’re Dr. McDonald?

MCDONALD
That I am. If I’d known what a lovely lady you were, I’d have canceled that meeting this morning.

JORDAN
(smiles)
Have a seat, please. Thanks for meeting me here.

MCDONALD
(sitting down)
I’m always pleased to help a… colleague.

His eyes are wandering over her. JORDAN gives him a flirtatious smile and half of a wink.

JORDAN
I’m glad. (lowers voice) A very good friend of mine told me where she got her prescription. I was wondering if I could get one from the same place.

MCDONALD
You are a medical doctor, are you not, my dear?

He takes her hand, openly flirting.

MCDONALD (cont’d)
Are you a surgeon? You’ve got lovely, strong hands. They look like they’d be skilled with many – instruments…

JORDAN
Actually, I’m a Medical Examiner. (beat) People ask questions when a doctor writes too many prescriptions for herself, especially if her patients are all dead. It would cause less… concern among… my colleagues if my prescriptions were signed by a physician of your caliber and reputation.

She gives a little smile.

MCDONALD
(false modesty)
Oh, I’m just a simple GP! But, you have me at a disadvantage. May I ask the name of the friend who gave you this referral?

JORDAN
Liz Nowlan. She said you met her in this diner, every month, before she…

The DOCTOR nods – IVERS had this name from their investigation. JORDAN looks sad.

JORDAN (cont’d)
I was devastated when she died last month – breast cancer is a terrible way to go. She said she’d been a – special patient of yours for some time. I was just wondering if you had room for another patient?

MCDONALD
Well, all my patients are special.

He ‘casually’ touches JORDAN’s forearm

MCDONALD
What exactly do you need, my dear?

JORDAN
Well, Doctor McDonald…

MCDONALD
Please, call me Richard. We are, after all, colleagues, and we aren’t in a formal setting.

JORDAN
(flash of the flirtatious smile again)
Alright, Richard, but only if you call me Jordan. (beat) I was in an accident a few years ago and screwed up my knee.

MCDONALD
Oh, how horrible. What good fortune these gorgeous hands weren’t marred at all…

He is pawing her hands again. We see the distaste on JORDAN’s face when he isn’t looking. A cut to WOODY shows he’s not amused either. She gets back into character and pulls out a sexy smile.

JORDAN
The problem is, I can’t do my work standing all day when I’m in so much pain. The Oxycontin prescription…

MCDONALD
Ah, yes, a very common problem. Your orthopedist wouldn’t continue the prescription, for fear of an addiction, right? (condescending smile) Well, let me explain how I…

His face gets serious as he notices IVERS, he snatches his hand back. JORDAN follows his eyes. Her look of surprise is not acted – she can’t believe he’s still in view

JORDAN
Damn.

She pauses and then turns back to MCDONALD. She lowers her voice.

JORDAN (cont’d)
He’s been investigating the morgue for almost a year now. Look, can we meet again sometime when he’s not around?

MCDONALD
(obviously suspicious)
My case load is full at the moment; I’m sure you can find adequate care in another office.

He stands up to leave, but still makes eye contact with JORDAN.

JORDAN
Wait. This idiot has been harassing me for too long.

JORDAN (cont’d)
(loud and sharp)
Ivers! What the hell are you doing? I’m tired of you stalking me. I told you, I don’t do the money at the morgue. There’s no way I’m the one you’re looking for!

IVERS
(confused)
Miss - Cavanaugh…


JORDAN drifts a great right hook to IVERS’ face. He staggers off his stool and catches himself just in time to avoid landing on the floor.

Jordan fights dirty

IVERS
What the hell…!

JORDAN
Go ahead and file charges. I’d love to tell the police about your constant harassment. And it’s DOCTOR Cavanaugh.

She turns and leaves in a huff.

There is a quick shot of WOODY trying not to laugh at IVERS, but following JORDAN with his eyes.

10. EXT. SIDEWALK OUTSIDE DINER – CONTINUING

MCDONALD meets JORDAN on the sidewalk, hands her a business card.

MCDONALD
My dear, let’s get together again, so we can finish our discussion. Perhaps someplace a little more upscale? Easier to keep the riff-raff out. Of course, I have a stringent screening process. Can we meet tonight after I research your history?

JORDAN
(Flashes a hot smile)
Here’s my orthopedist’s number . . .

She hands him a card.

JORDAN (cont’d)
. . . and feel free to ask around. I’m pretty well known in the pathology community. Thank you, Doctor. I mean, Richard.

MCDONALD
(takes Jordan’s hand, kisses it)
Call me this afternoon then, my dear? You can use my personal number.

She nods, making sure her finger runs over his cheek before she pulls it slowly back.

MCDONALD
Good-bye, Jordan. Until next time….

JORDAN
I can’t wait…

 


11. INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE AUTOPSY – SAME TIME

KATE walking beside NIGEL.


NIGEL
I don’t see why this is so difficult for you. It’s pretty simple to review files and check out a few pieces of evidence.

KATE
Look, I know about Walcott and Macy. I won’t curry favor here or at the DA’s office, no matter who the woman slept with. Besides, we have too much to do around here as it is, and I’m being used to get Walcott re-elected.

NIGEL
Well, at least you’re not freezing and starving on the side of a mountain with nobody getting the work done.

KATE
(dry smirk)
Thanks. Nothing like a near-death experience to give you perspective.

NIGEL
Actually, Luv, a near-death experience occurs when the patient undergoes the actual death process – he or she is, in fact, clinically deceased, yet upon said patient’s revival, there appears…

KATE interrupts, a condescending tone of voice

KATE (cont’d)
I know what a near-death experience is. (wry tone) Apparently you don’t understand figures of speech.

NIGEL
Huh! The way you talk, it’s impossible to tell if it’s a figure of speech or not.


She stops walking, turns to face him.

Kate and Nigel

KATE
What about the way I talk?

NIGEL
You have to admit, you lean toward the sarcastic. The niceties of the language seem to elude you.

KATE
I have no trouble making myself understood.

NIGEL
(touch of a smile)
I don’t always think so – you communicate your wishes well, but you’re always holding something back. There’s a veil there you won’t let us see behind.

KATE
A veil. You’re kidding, right? (pause) Veil… Are you fishing for information on my marital status again?

NIGEL
Not at all. It’s just when I think I have you figured out… well, let’s just say that you have the dead-pan look perfected.

KATE
(smiles)
I do, don’t I? You have no idea what I’m thinking right now, do you?

NIGEL is noticing the tension has gone up a notch.

NIGEL
No, no idea.

He takes a half step towards her.

KATE takes a deliberate step closer to NIGEL, puts her hand on his chest.


KATE
Good.

She turns and leaves NIGEL frozen and surprised, with a lost look.

NIGEL
What? Kate! Wait, what were you thinking?

He follows after her

NIGEL (cont’d)
Kate?

 

12. INT. BUG AND NIGEL’S DESKS – EARLY AFTERNOON, SAME DAY

BUG and NIGEL are seated at their desks

NIGEL
…and then she left, and wouldn’t tell me what she was thinking.

BUG
Why would you want to know Kate Switzer’s thoughts? It probably had something to do with a kidney recipe...

NIGEL
No, I tell you Buggles, there was a definite tension in the air.

SEELY
(enters)
Ooh, tension, I’m all about tension.

 

The guys at work

BUG
Seely, you’re an idiot. Think about it, Nige. Walcott may lose her job. She’s breathing down Kate’s neck. That’s tension.

SEELY
I’m not an idiot. And Walcott’s just a pushy bitch with power.

NIGEL
Yeah, power over us! What’s the big deal, anyway? All you need to do is prove the ink in question isn’t two years old and hey, presto, she’s exonerated.

SEELY
(thoughtful)
Pretty easy framing job, as long as you have the witness on your side.

NIGEL
Yeah, that and access to her office.

BUG
Has Kate thought of dating the ink? I mean, I’d hate to be the one to suggest to Kate that she’d missed something… wait, no, I wouldn’t hate doing that at all.

NIGEL
(looking pleased at the prospect)
Where is she? I’d love to be the one to point out the solution to HER case!

NIGEL rises and leaves

BUG
Wait! It was my idea!

BUG follows NIGEL

SEELY
(to empty room)
Right, then. I’ll just… go.


SEELY leaves

 


13. INT. BPD EVIDENCE LOCKER, ENTRANCE - AFTERNOON

SEELY is signing himself in.

14. INT. BPD EVIDENCE LOCKER, AISLE - CONTINUING

He walks down the rows of shelves, finds the row he wants. At the end of the aisle, he sees someone with an open box.


SEELY
(friendly, making conversation)
Hey. What’re you looking for?


STRANGER drops box, he flees

Fleeing

SEELY
HEY YOU! Stop!

He draws gun, takes off after the guy. As SEELY turns the corner, he sees a broken window, high above the floor, with a ladder disappearing through it.

15. INT. BPD EVIDENCE LOCKER, ENTRANCE - CONTINUING

CUT to the door into the locker. SEELY bursts through.


SEELY
How the hell did someone get in that locker?

ATTENDANT
(looks confused)
Uh, what? You just signed in…

SEELY
I just chased some guy out through the window!

ATTENDANT
But… the alarm system is state of the art!

SEELY
Yeah, well, apparently the art isn’t in a very good state. I need a forensics team here, pronto.

 


END OF ACT TWO


ACT THREE

 

16. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE - AFTERNOON

WOODY is on the phone, seated behind his desk. JORDAN is sitting on the edge of his desk, facing him.

WOODY
Yes… yes, I understand. Thank you for the information…

WOODY (cont’d)
Well, Ivers has a glass jaw.

JORDAN
(defensively)
Hey, what else was I supposed to do? The idiot sat right in front of our suspect. I just hope the whole thing isn’t blown.

WOODY
Are you kidding?

He is sounding proud, but a little jealous.

WOODY (cont’d)
McDonald couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Or his hands…

JORDAN
Thanks, but the tank top had a lot to do with that. Now, will you admit this sting was a good idea? If Ivers hadn’t screwed it up, we’d already have McDonald.

WOODY
No, Jordan, I don’t want to go there again.

JORDAN
(unbelieving laugh)
You can’t possibly still think there’s any danger.

WOODY
There’s always danger when you’re dealing with lowlife scum like McDonald. You have no idea if he had a weapon, or an undercover bodyguard. You aren’t a trained police officer, Jordan, like it or not!

JORDAN
I know I’m not a cop, but I’m good at this. How many murderers are off the street because of me?

WOODY
No! I do not want to argue. You go home and change for your dinner with the doctor; I’ll get the surveillance team ready.

He looks at her, thinking. He takes a deep breath and stands up. He places his hands on her hips.

WOODY (cont’d)
You do have a certain … gift for catching bad guys, even if it drives me crazy.

We see a hint of the dimples.

WOODY (cont’d)
Sometimes I wish it was me you were hunting down…

JORDAN pauses as she calms down, then we see a touch of a cocky smile as she raises her hands to his shoulders.

JORDAN
That can be arranged…


Kiss. Fade to black.

 

17. EXT. SWANKY RESTAURANT – EVENING

JORDAN is in a slinky red dress and stiletto heels, waiting outside a swanky restaurant. She’s talking to ‘herself’

Lady in Waiting

JORDAN
(softly)
Can you hear me now? (pause and smile) Good. Hey, did I ever tell you the one about…


18. INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN – SAME TIME

CUT TO WOODY in surveillance van across street with a couple of uniforms


WOODY
Jordan, remember there are three of us who can hear you and it’s all being recorded. Please don’t embarrass yourself… or me…

JORDAN
Why, Woodrow, what makes you think I’d say anything embarrassing?

WOODY
Just remember we’re tracking a killer and stay serious. Please.

19. EXT. SWANKY RESTAURANT – CONTINUING

JORDAN
OK, here comes my man.


She flashes a sexy smile.

20. INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN – CONTINUING

WOODY
(flatly)
Your man.

21. EXT. SWANKY RESTAURANT – CONTINUING

MCDONALD takes JORDAN’s hand, appreciatively checks her out.

MCDONALD
Jordan, my dear! You are ravishing this evening.

He kisses the palm of her hand.

JORDAN
Oh! (a little breathless) I’m glad you like it. It’s my favorite dress.

22. INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN – CONTINUING

WOODY
You mean it’s my favorite dress.

The uniforms look at him with knowing smirks.

JORDAN
(she takes his arm)
Shall we?

23. INT. SWANKY RESTAURANT - CONTINUING

They’re seated at a very secluded, dark table

MCDONALD
I took the liberty of ordering. I hope you don’t mind such an old-fashioned notion…

JORDAN
(acts relieved)
Thank you! I make so many decisions all day; it’s nice to let a strong man take the reins.

24. INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN - CONTINUING

WOODY is looking amazed at her acting ability.

WOODY
Wow, she is good.

25. INT. SWANKY RESTAURANT – LATER, DURING THE MEAL

MCDONALD
So, are you going to make me ask if you have a boyfriend?

JORDAN
(sultry smile)
I believe I just did.

MCDONALD
Well?

JORDAN
There’s no one in my life right now. (looking a little sad) I’m a mistress to my work.

MCDONALD
What a shame! A woman like you deserves to be…

Significant look into her eyes, fingers stroke her forearm.

MCDONALD (cont’d)
. . . well taken care of.

JORDAN
Speaking of taking care…

She takes his fingers in her own, stroking them.

JORDAN (cont’d)
… have you been able to find room on your patient list?

MCDONALD
Well, it would seem I have more space than I thought. You were telling me about your medicinal needs before we were so rudely interrupted at lunch.

JORDAN
(lowers voice)
I was involved in a skiing accident a few years ago. The Oxycontin did the job at first, but then I needed to increase the dosage. My doctor didn’t understand the pain I was in. We had a falling out, so I…

MCDONALD
(patronizing smile)
Prescribed for yourself. The art of pain management is so misunderstood. It’s a delicate balance, especially in one so fragile as yourself.

26. INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN - CONTINUING

CUT TO WOODY looking worried.

WOODY
When we move in, get her away from him – fast.

UNIFORM ONE
(confused)
Dr. Cavanaugh isn’t in danger, is she?

WOODY
Not Jordan; McDonald’s in danger. She’s definitely going to try to kill him.

27. INT. SWANKY RESTAURANT – CONTINUING

CUT back to table

JORDAN
So, Richard…

She flashes him a sexy smile.

JORDAN (cont’d)
… what can I do to earn your trust?

MCDONALD
Hmmm. Well, why don’t we start with this?

Takes out a prescription pad, scribbles on it, hands a sheet to JORDAN.

MCDONALD (cont’d)
Will that be adequate for a week?

JORDAN
(looks at script)
Oh, that’s fine. (feigns concern) What do I owe you?

MCDONALD
The arrangements I make with each… client, vary depending upon circumstances.

He lets his fingers run up her forearm.

MCDONALD
The morgue can’t pay well, but I could be convinced to give a sizable discount to a beautiful, friendly colleague such as yourself.

JORDAN
No, the morgue doesn’t pay well.

She appreciatively looks at his suit and runs her fingers over the fabric.

JORDAN
I couldn’t help but notice – this suit is Armani, right?

MCDONALD
(proudly)
You have a good eye. And you’d like to know how you can afford my… services?

JORDAN
Well . . .

She demurely lowers her eyes.

JORDAN (cont’d)
. . . yes, that and… I was wondering how you got started. Selling prescriptions, I mean.

MCDONALD
(condescending laugh)
I told you pain management is a delicate balance. So many doctors, the FDA; they’re all afraid of a small percentage of bad outcomes. I simply accept those losses as part of business. Would you be able to deal with that, my dear?

JORDAN
I don’t know. Have you had any deaths?

MCDONALD
Some. It’s hard to tell how many people who use illegally procured Oxycodone don’t report their medical history.

He leans forward, his fingers playing with the spaghetti strap of her dress.

MCDONALD (cont’d)
I provide a service to people who have money. Some will die.

He flashes a slick smile.

MCDONALD (cont’d)
It’s harsh, but let me assure you, (lowers his voice) I have three boats, a summer house in the Keys, four cars, only the best of everything. That makes the death of a few addicts… palatable.

Acting is getting harder for JORDAN now, but she’s good.

JORDAN
I see death every day at the morgue. The world won’t miss a few losers.

MCDONALD
(nods approvingly)
You know, you could be useful. Let’s explore a personal relationship tonight.

He leans in and kisses her full on the lips.

MCDONALD (cont’d)
Consider it payment for the prescription. Then tomorrow morning we could discuss a more permanent business relationship.

JORDAN places her hand over his on her arm, speaks in seductive voice.

JORDAN
I like the sound of this. Is there somewhere we could go to… finalize our transaction?

MCDONALD
(eyes suddenly eager)
I have an apartment near here.

He throws money on the table, offers JORDAN his arm.

28. EXT. SWANKY RESTAURANT – CONTINUING

CUT TO outside the restaurant as they come through the door.

MCDONALD
(arm around Jordan’s waist)
I don’t understand how someone as beautiful as you would be single.

JORDAN
The accident stole so much from my life, and with work and all, I haven’t even been with a man since then…

MCDONALD
(eyes a little larger)
Where the hell is the car?

WOODY appears behind DR. MCDONALD, two uniforms on either side of JORDAN.

WOODY
Richard McDonald, you are under arrest for criminal sale of a prescription for a controlled substance. You have the right…

WOODY’s cuffing him, the uniforms are trying to step between MCDONALD and JORDAN.

JORDAN
(coldly)
How’s this for payment…

WOODY
(warning tone)
Jordan…

JORDAN neatly steps around the officers and lands her spiked heel into MCDONALD’s foot and a karate chop against the sensitive spot on the neck.

MCDONALD
Oomph!

JORDAN
(builds steam as she rants)
You make me sick. We swore an oath, Richard, remember? Hippocrates? Cause no harm! You’re poisoning people and all you care about is your expensive toys. Well, your fancy car cost human lives. I hope it was worth it!

She lowers voice as she speaks right in his face.

JORDAN (cont’d)
It’ll be great to watch the licensing board revoke your license, scumbag, and I will be there. And I can order my own food, in three languages! AND don’t call me ‘dear’!

WOODY
OK, he gets the point. Could you, um, let me read his rights now?

He makes eye contact with the uniformed officers, wordlessly urging them to help calm JORDAN down.

WOODY (cont’d)
And someone should call Ivers.

MCDONALD looks like a train hit him.

MCDONALD (cont’d)
Ivers!

JORDAN
Gotcha.


She flips open her cell, turns around while one officer takes her arm to ‘escort’ her.

Why Can't We Be Friends - Smash Mouth

29. INT. MORGUE TRACE – EARLY EVENING

Bug and Nigel in the hall, walking toward Trace.

NIGEL
I’d just like to know why it’s called a World Series when 98% of the world isn’t involved… Look, there she is!

KATE is in trace, examining the incriminating paper. NIGEL walks in, BUG close on his heels. Both look like they’re a cat about to dine on mouse.

NIGEL
Kate! We’ve been looking for you everywhere! Where were you?

KATE
Performing a strange ritual known as ‘lunch hour’. You people may not have to eat, but some of us do. (glance to Nigel) Carefully avoiding yellow dye number five and excessive refined sugar. I was waiting on the results from this test, anyway.

NIGEL
So, have you got the evidence to prove our dear Walcott innocent?

KATE
Since when did you care what happens to Walcott?

NIGEL
What? Me? I am always concerned about the welfare of our formidable DA.

KATE
I have everything under control. I got the so-called new evidence and I’m processing it now.

NIGEL
What did the BPD crime lab get?

KATE
Apparently, they believe this paper is authentic. It was found in Ms. Walcott’s case files.

BUG
But how many people have handled that document since it was found?

KATE
A few, but they’ve all used gloves. So far, all I have are Walcott’s prints.

BUG
(shocked)
No one else?

KATE
(looks at him blankly)
Not yet.

NIGEL
Do you suppose she really interfered with this witness? I mean, she’s Walcott but you’d never think she’d stoop this low…

RENEE
(walks in behind him)
Stoop how low?

NIGEL
(eyes just a little larger)
Ms. Walcott. How pleasant to see you.

He flashes a somewhat fake smile.

RENEE
Not buying it, Townsend. Dr. Switzer, what can you tell me?

KATE
Well, this page is very damning evidence. The text indicates your witness had changed her mind but you coerced her to keep her mouth shut. It’s a record of a meeting you had with Celia DeJong, two days before she gave her testimony at trial. She wants to recant her original statement, says it wasn’t the accused after all. On the bottom it says, “Situation handled – DeJong persuaded to stick with original story”. It also has your fingerprints.

RENEE
(worried facial expression)
Impossible.

KATE
I assure you, it’s not only possible; it’s the truth.

RENEE
But… you can’t make this public. It’s false evidence!

KATE
I told you I don’t pull punches.

RENEE
So how did my prints get on something I’ve never touched?

NIGEL
Well, Bug and I were going to ask Kate here if she had checked for the age of the ink and the paper. Those finger prints, however, seem to be the final nail in the coffin…

He cringes, looking at RENEE as if she’ll explode like that Hero guy

KATE
Ms Walcott, I’m going to have to ask you to leave at this point. You shouldn’t be here while we’re examining evidence in a case in which you are a main suspect.

RENEE sees the irony in being asked to leave.

RENEE (cont’d)
(Small laugh)
You’re kidding.

RENEE (cont’d)
(looks at Kate)
You’re not.

SEELY bursts in with evidence box.

SEELY
OK, I got some interesting stuff here.

NIGEL
Where have you been, stealing candy from small children?

SEELY
(makes a snarky face at Nigel)
I went to the evidence locker to get this box for Dr. Switzer. There was some guy fooling around with it. He got away through a window. (beat) The alarm system is crap.

RENEE
So anyone who wants has access to the evidence locker?

She is perturbed, but also worried.

SEELY
Well, the guys are working on that now. They think it’s an insider job; the computer system was screwed with. Anyway, the guy didn’t get anything. Didn’t leave prints, either. I got a glance at him, but it was pretty quick.

BUG
Why would someone want that box? The evidence is here, that piece of paper.

SEELY
If someone is framing Ms. Walcott, and they know this paper is being re-examined, they may want some insurance. Maybe the guy was hoping there’s something else he can tamper with.

BUG
You’re so brilliant, I imagine you’ve figured out who this guy is.

SEELY
We’re working on it. I’m going to interview the witness who changed her mind. She gave an interview to the radio an hour ago. We couldn’t find her, but the radio could. Convenient. We’ll see how well she does at my interview. Meanwhile, Doc, can you do that thingy Nigel said, you know with the ink?

He gestures with his fingers as if it’s some magic.

KATE wears her usual flat facial expression, with a hint of superiority.

KATE
I did, in fact, find that this was written in the past two weeks. I analyzed the volatile components of the ink, using the Aginsky method.

She looks pointedly at BUG and NIGEL.

KATE (cont’d)
I do have some experience in this area, you know.

BUG
So, we have an insider who planted the document in her files and presumably on her C drive. But what about the fingerprints?

NIGEL
(to Ms. Walcott)
Would you ever be stupid enough to keep a document like that, let alone leave prints?

RENEE
(narrow eyes)
Never.

SEELY
Hey, on CSI the other night some guy faked a print with oil and cow blood!

BUG
Oh, please. TV shows aren’t real. You know that!

NIGEL
How would our criminal get Ms. Walcott’s print on the paper?

KATE
I don’t know how they got there, but until we have some definitive answers, Ms. Walcott you really need to leave.

RENEE starts to leave slowly, looking stunned.

NIGEL
Wait!

RENEE turns around, holding the door.

NIGEL (cont’d)
Do you load your own printer paper?

RENEE
I… my secretary usually takes care of it but sometimes…

It dawns on her.

NIGEL
Does it not make sense that in order to get a print on a piece of paper, one merely needs to frequent the target person’s printer? Sooner or later, they’d get a page with the prints.

BUG
With microscopic analysis, we could tell if the ink was on top of the letter or not – the laser in the printer would destroy the oils left in that print.

NIGEL
Here, Luv.

He whips the paper away from KATE, who looks exasperated that the case has been hijacked. NIGEL places it under a microscope

NIGEL (cont’d)
Yeah, yeah. Here.

He taps a computer key, and the image from the microscope appears on a large screen. He walks over and points at the spot the print and the letter meet.

NIGEL (cont’d)
See here? If the print had been made after the letters, the oils from the finger would continue over top of the black ink. As it is, you can see the printer has partially destroyed the print, just here and here. Assuming this distortion is identical for all the other letters, we have more evidence for the falsification of this document.

SEELY
If it was a computer techie, he’d have access to your office, your computer, your printer… Have you had any computer work done recently?

RENEE
I… maybe. My secretary takes care of that. I’ve been using my personal laptop on the campaign.

SEELY
I’ll go talk to that witness, and take a look for any computer techs who have a motive to frame the DA.

RENEE
Detective!

SEELY pauses, turns to her

RENEE (cont’d)
Thank you.

He gives a cocky smirk, nods, and leaves.

RENEE
And, Dr. Swi… Kate.

RENEE (cont’d)
(offers her hand)
Thank you.

KATE
(shakes the offered hand)
If you’d done this, I’d have nailed you to the wall.

RENEE
And I expect nothing less. I respect that.

The two shake hands, NIGEL and BUG both look frightened that these two have established even a modicum of rapport.

 

END OF ACT THREE

 

 

ACT FOUR

30. INT. BPD TECH DEPARTMENT, HALLWAY - EVENING

SEELY is walking down the hall.

31. INT. BPD TECH DEPARTMENT, BREAK ROOM - CONTINUING

He enters a break room, with various staff sitting around.


SEELY
Is there a Jeremiah Cross here?

CROSS
Yeah, that’s me. Can I help you?

SEELY
I sure hope so, could you come with me?

CROSS
What do you want?

He is starting to look nervous.

SEELY
I just have a few questions to ask you, that’s all.

CROSS
Sure, I’m on break anyway.

32. INT. BPD TECH DEPARTMENT, EMPTY ROOM - CONTINUING

CROSS is quiet. He follows SEELY to a desk in another room, they sit.

SEELY
(casually leans back)
So, Jerry, I can call you Jerry, can’t I?

SEELY (cont’d)
(doesn’t wait for response)
Jerry, I was just having a chat with one Celia DeJong. It seems that she has been coerced into changing her testimony.

CROSS
Yeah, I heard Walcott did somethin’ to get that guy put away.

SEELY
Well . . .

He purses lips, shakes head a little.

SEELY (cont’d)
. . . Jerry, that’s what she started to say, but then I showed her the ink on that damning little note of Walcott’s was written two weeks ago. Funny thing when a paper that’s supposed to be two years old has ink that’s two weeks old.

CROSS
So… why do you need to talk to me…?

He is getting more nervous.

SEELY
Well, Jer, let me tell ya, once Celia saw that, she cracked. She told me all about her new boyfriend, this computer techie who was part of some nut-job group trying to discredit the DA so they could make their Grand-Supreme-Nut-Job the new DA.

CROSS is breathing quickly, very agitated by now.

CROSS (cont’d)
She’s just a stupid girl, how can you believe what she says?

SEELY
Jerry, Jerry, Jerry.

Cocky attitude, he knows he’s got this one in the bag.

SEELY (cont’d)
When she told me her boyfriend’s name, I did a quick check. I found out this boyfriend works here. Go figure! A computer tech, who can get into the DA’s office, take paper, get access to her files and her C Drive… Someone with connections to that bunch of nut-jobs… looks a lot like the guy I saw in the evidence locker this afternoon. Guess you joined them after your security check to work here, hey Jer?

CROSS
I want a lawyer.

SEELY
You’re gonna need one. Let’s go.

They both stand, SEELY gets out his cuffs and begins the Miranda rights, but CROSS suddenly takes off running.

SEELY
Hey! FREEZE! Someone stop him!

SEELY runs after him.

33. INT. BPD PRECINCT HALLWAY - CONTINUING

CROSS is running down the hall, when a door opens and WOODY leads out DOCTOR MCDONALD. CROSS is looking over his shoulder, and runs right into MCDONALD. They both fall.

WOODY
What the…

SEELY
Stop him! Hoyt – don’t let him get up!

JORDAN puts her foot on MCDONALD’s neck.

JORDAN
It’s OK, Woody, I’ve got this one.

WOODY subdues CROSS, waits for a panting SEELY to catch up. A few other officers are there, to get MCDONALD from JORDAN and hand WOODY some handcuffs.

WOODY
Hey, Seely, you lose something?

SEELY
Nah, I never had it. Thanks. Now, Mr. Cross, sit down in here. And no more running, this is a police station, you’d have to be way smarter than you are to get out of here.

JORDAN
What was that?

WOODY
With Seely? Who knows?

34. INT. BPD PRECINCT HALLWAY – A FEW MOMENTS LATER

IVERS, JORDAN and WOODY are standing around talking. IVERS jaw is wired shut, but he can speak well enough to be understood. SEELY walks up.

SEELY
Hey, thanks Hoyt. That was pretty good timing! Good thing your perp’s a lard-ball; he made a great wall!

WOODY
Anytime I can help a fellow detective…

SEELY nods with a smile and heads into the interrogation room.

IVERS
I listened to the audio, Jordan, and you’re brilliant! If you ever get tired of slicing up dead people, I’m sure we could find a job for you at the special prosecutor’s office.

WOODY
Uh, by the look of your jaw, I don’t think that’s a good idea…

JORDAN deliberately puts her arm around WOODY’s waist.

JORDAN
I knew who was at the other end of the microphone, so it was easy. And maybe you should stick to prosecuting bureaucrats – you’re not so great in the undercover department.

IVERS
(smirk)
I think you may be right. Well, we all have our own gifts. Thank you, Jordan. And you too, Detective.

They shake hands.

JORDAN
Bye.

As IVERS walks away, he holds up his hand in farewell.

WOODY pulls JORDAN in, kisses her hair.

 

35. EXT. CITY OF BOSTON - NIGHT

The camera flies over the buildings of Boston.

36. INT. WOODY’S OFFICE – CONTINUING

Fade in to JORDAN and WOODY leaning on his desk, side by side. They look tired.


JORDAN
I thought we dealt with all this crap in London.

WOODY
Me too. You know what, though? I don’t think this is the kind of thing you can just get rid of.

JORDAN
I have a feeling we’re probably going to have a few more… heated discussions…

WOODY
Fights, Jordan. We’re going to fight. That’s not necessarily a bad thing – I mean as long as we fight fair, and make up afterwards…

He smirks at her.

JORDAN
I think I like the sound of that…

WOODY bumps her sideways with his elbow.

WOODY
Hey, we practiced the fight part, ya wanna practice the make up part?


JORDAN gives a full smile, leans over and kisses him. They’re in the identical position WOODY was with Lu that time we all hate to remember.

kiss

SANTANA pushes open door which wasn’t closed all the way, pauses to raise an eyebrow.

SANTANA
Not your girlfriend. Right. Why don’t you two get a room or somethin’?

37. INT. MORGUE RECEPTION AREA - NIGHT

A TV crew is interviewing KATE. The others are standing around watching.

Kate interview

INTERVIEWER
Doctor, could you explain your findings regarding the document you examined?

KATE
The document in question indicated that a key witness changed her mind, but Ms. Walcott had persuaded her to commit perjury. However, the ink on the document proved to be only two weeks old, indicating a forgery.

INTERVIEWER
Is it possible for us to see the document?

KATE
(facetious grimace)
No!

KATE (cont’d)
(quiet muttering)
Stupid reporters.

INTERVIEWER
…right. Well, thank you for your time.

Turns to camera and continues her ‘news speak’.

KATE
(Turns to Nigel)
That’s one part of the job I don’t like.

NIGEL
But you do it so well. Anyway, better you than me, Luv.

KATE
You’re probably right on that one.

She pauses and places her hand on his shoulder as she passes him, leaning in a bit to whisper into his ear.

KATE
And don’t call me Luv. People will get the wrong idea.

NIGEL smiles a bit and watches her go.

Cut back to the announcer, speaking to camera.

INTERVIEWER
So, the evidence which just yesterday appeared to jeopardize the re-election campaign…

38. INT. MORGUE BREAK ROOM – THE NEXT EVENING

Pan back, and we’ve shifted to the TV in the break room the next evening, with BUG, NIGEL, GARRET watching the election returns.

INTERVIEWER (cont’d)
…of DA Renée Walcott has been proven to be a hoax, allegedly master-minded…

TV cuts to the ‘election desk.’

TELEVISION ANNOUNCER-GUY
We interrupt this interview, taped yesterday, to bring you tonight’s latest returns.

He puts his hand to his ear-piece.

TELEVISION ANNOUNCER-GUY (cont’d)
Yes, my people are telling me that indeed, incumbent DA Renée Walcott will be re-elected by a sizable majority.

OTHER TELEVISION ANNOUNCER-GUY
That’s right, Ed, we’ve entered the results from 43% of the polling stations, along with the exit polls, and the lead is significant enough that our computers are predicting a strong majority win for Walcott.

TELEVISION ANNOUNCER-GUY
This has been one interesting race, Dan.

OTHER TELEVISION ANNOUNCER-GUY
You’re not kidding, Ed. Ms. Walcott was well ahead in the polls when two days ago, disaster struck. A document surfaced which allegedly proved Ms. Walcott suborned perjury two years ago.


The TV shows an unflattering picture of RENEE

OTHER TELEVISION ANNOUNCER-GUY (cont’d)
Fortunately for our DA, there is an expert at the county morgue, a Dr. Caroline Swite-zer, (head shot of Kate), an expert in forensic anthropology. She re-examined the evidence, and proved it was a forgery.

TELEVISION ANNOUNCER-GUY
That must have been a blow for Ms. Walcott’s opposition.

OTHER TELEVISION ANNOUNCER-GUY
A deadly blow, Ed. It didn’t take long for the BPD to determine that this computer technician . . .

CUT TO picture of CROSS at BPD, SEELY leading him, we can see JORDAN hanging around in the background.

OTHER TELEVISION ANNOUNCER-GUY (cont’d)
…is allegedly a member of the extremist left-wing organization, Northern Brothers of Chaos. Police are reportedly investigating an alleged connection between this man and one of Walcott’s opponents, but refused comment this afternoon.

CUT back to the TV guy.

OTHER TELEVISION ANNOUNCER-GUY (cont’d)
Fortunately for Walcott, and the democratic process, the scheme failed. Once again, here is yesterday’s interview that broke the story.

 

CUT TO KATE’s interview again

 

39. INT. MORGUE BREAK ROOM – CONTINUING

KATE comes in, sees herself, rolls her eyes and turns off television.

KATE
Did she win?

NIGEL impersonates TV guy, placing a hand around her shoulder.

NIGEL
That’s right Ed, this brilliant local scientist, who works in the morgue, of all places, saved Boston from a gross miscarriage of justice, we can all sleep more peacefully and let our doggies out at night in the knowledge that Caroline Swite - zer is on guard, protecting our rights, freedoms, and by God, the American way!

KATE
Just tell me if she won.

She turns to face NIGEL with her deadpan stare.

NIGEL
(still smirking)
Yeah, she won.

BUG
So, (pause), are we happy about that?

GARRET
(sighs)
At least we know what we’re dealing with. Someone new could really shake up this office. I think we’ve been shaken enough in the past few years.

KATE
Well, you know what they say, keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer.

NIGEL
So, is Walcott a friend or an enemy?

KATE
Who’s talking about Walcott?

KATE turns and leaves.

NIGEL is frozen again, processing this one.

NIGEL
Kate, Kate! What are you bloody thinking now?

He goes after her.

 

FADE TO BLACK

 

 

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