ACT III
FADE IN:
EXT. THE McCRAY HOUSE – DAY
McCORMICK (V.O.)





I let you go off on your own and look what
INT. THE MCRAY KITCHEN – DAY
Hardcastle and McCormick are sitting at the kitchen table in mid-conversation. McCormick looks irritated.
HARDCASTLE








(an air of innocent indignation)





All I did was take the scenic route.
McCORMICK





And you admit the whole thing is a stretch –





if something did happen to her grandmother,





that would mean the sheriff and the doc were in





on it, at least; maybe more.
HARDCASTLE





Not necessarily. We’ve really only have





Springer’s word for nearly everything.
McCORMICK





You think the Doc did it? What for?
HARDCASTLE





Nah, I’m just saying he might be making some





wrong assumptions. If Erma had some help getting





to death’s door, it could have been from anyone.





A poisoning, just something to make her dizzy –





a fall down the stairs like that, what could be





‘Course it might be the doc. He was the one who





sent Kitty off to the loony bin. That could’ve





just been an excuse to get her out of the way.
McCRAY (V.O.)
ANGLE – TOWARD THE BACK DOOR OF THE KITCHEN
McCRAY is standing in the doorway. She’s clutching her handkerchief in her right hand, neither blood nor cut is showing. She glances at McCormick and ventures a questioning smile.
HARDCASTLE





This is a friend of mine, Mark McCormick.
McCORMICK





Who was the guy giving you the hard time this
Hardcastle looks startled, then shoots a glance at McCray. She’s misplaced her smile as she edges into the kitchen but doesn’t take a seat.
McCRAY





That’s Lester. Lester Kooms.





He’s always been kinda mean. He’s just like that.
HARDCASTLE
McCORMICK








(to Hardcastle, without taking his





Didn’t have a chance to find out how far he’d go.
McCRAY





That was him last night, I’m pretty sure. Stupid
HARDCASTLE





Pranks? Do you think he might’ve done something





to hurt your grandmother? A prank that went





wrong? Would she have covered for him? Doc





Springer said it all started with a fall down the stairs.
McCRAY





That’s what he says; him and the sheriff.





And grams didn’t like bullies. She didn’t





like Lester. If he’d hurt he, she wouldn’t








(a long beat, and then to Hardcastle)
HARDCASTLE








(shakes his head hastily)





We’re a little light on facts right now. I





can’t prove anything one way or another.
McCRAY





You believe me – that something’s wrong.
She moves past them, toward a cabinet. She reaches up, opens it with her left hand, and takes a milk-glass vase down. She closes the cabinet door with the side of her right fist.
HARDCASTLE





We’ll need another room for tonight.
McCRAY








(there’s a near-smile now as she turns to








the sink and puts the vase under the faucet)





No problem. I’ve got plenty of rooms. Hmm, top





of the stairs, second door on the right, the one next








(as she lets the water run, she’s suddenly





I suppose one of them might’ve paid Lester.








(turns the faucet off, cocks her head over





Not that he wouldn’t do it for free – be a bully, I








(she picks up the half-full vase and carries it








carefully to the back door, then cast another





I never thought of him as a killer.
HARDCASTLE
It’s futile. She’s already through the doorway and gone. Hardcastle heaves a sigh and glances back at McCormick, who’s giving him an amused look.
HARDCASTLE
McCORMICK





A desperate man, I think. Was the judges’





convention going to be that boring?
HARDCASTLE





I can’t help it if the darn radiator gave up the ghost
McCORMICK





Yeah, but most people would just have a cup of





coffee in the local diner and catch up on the back





issues of Newsweek. You have to go all Justice League.
HARDCASTLE





I got as far as the cup of coffee.





What happened this morning with that guy,
McCORMICK





She was walking down the road. He must’ve
HARDCASTLE
McCORMICK





Objection, you’re leading the witness.
HARDCASTLE
McCORMICK





He’d pulled up next to her, crowding her. I have





no idea what he was saying. I was driving by, I





pulled over and asked for directions.
HARDCASTLE
McCORMICK





Anyway, he climbed back in his van, turned





around, and took off back toward town.








(pauses and thinks for a moment, then





It was a paneled van. Late 70s, Chevy G-series,





dark green with the name of a funeral parlor on
HARDCASTLE








(looks suddenly a lot more interested)
McCORMICK








(has to think, finally nods)
HARDCASTLE





Larcom, the sheriff, said they all pitched in for





Erma McCray’s funeral, and Bill Lovell did it for cost.
McCORMICK





That’s, ah . . . nice. Must’ve liked her.
HARDCASTLE





Or they were in a hurry to get her in the ground.
McCormick gives him a wry look.
HARDCASTLE





I think I’ll go see the undertaker, maybe ask him





about his hired help. Wanna come?
McCORMICK





Nah, I’m the guy who drove all night to get here.





First room on the right upstairs?
HARDCASTLE
McCORMICK





You go on and have a good time. There’s





no stopping you anyway, once you get your
HARDCASTLE





I’m just going to have a friendly chat with him.
McCORMICK








(smiles as he rises from the table)





Anyway, Lester deserves whatever happens to him.
McCormick is on his feet and not smiling as his walks past the table toward the hallway. Hardcastle remains seated, his expression equally uncheerful, despite what McCormick said about how much he enjoys stirring the pot. Hold on this and,
CUT TO:
EXT. THE FUNERAL HOME – DAY
The van is not in sight.
LOVELL (V.O.)





Lester’s always been a handful, but I’m sure
INT. THE FRONT OFFICE - DAY
BILL LOVELL is sitting behind his desk, his hands templed in front of him on the old-fashioned green desk blotter. HARDCASTLE is sitting across from him in an armchair designed to make a client feel at home, though it doesn’t seem to be working in this instance.
HARDCASTLE





Has he always been hostile toward the McCrays?
LOVELL





‘Hostile’? Good Lord, I wouldn’t call it that.





Anyway, he didn’t have anything against Erma,





not that I know of, and Erma wasn’t one to





keep quiet about a problem.
HARDCASTLE
LOVELL








(mouth set a little tighter)





You’ve heard what she’s been saying about





us – about the folks here. Most of us have tried





to be understanding. She’s had a rough time.





But it might be a few people don’t like being
HARDCASTLE
Lovell says nothing.
HARDCASTLE





Don’t suppose you know where he is.
LOVELL








(glances toward the hallway then back








at Hardcastle, shaking his head again)





He was here earlier, but I sent him down to the





cemetery. We’ve got the mowing contract with





the township. He’s probably still there.
HARDCASTLE





You might want to tell him something, for me:





he ought to keep his distance from Ms. McCray.
LOVELL





He won’t bother her anymore, I’ll see to it.
Hardcastle grunts and steps toward the door. Lovell is on his feet, looking glad to be showing him out.
EXT. THE FUNERAL HOME – DAY
The door is open and Hardcastle has stepped through and is walking away, hands in pockets. He casts one last look back at the place, then ducks his chin and continues off.
ANGLE –
Closer in on Lovell, still standing in the doorway, staring at Hardcastle with a grim expression. Hold on that and then,
CUT TO:
EXT. THE CEMETARY – DAY
KITTY McCRAY approaches her grandmother’s grave, carrying the milk-glass vase. She stoops and places it next to the one she borrowed then starts to reach for the flowers she left. She halts in mid-movement, looking puzzled.
ANGLE – CLOSE UP
The borrowed vase is exactly where she left it, but we see the handle of a familiar pair of scissors protruding from it, along with the stems.
ANGLE – PULL BACK
McCray jerks back a little, and reflexively slaps her pocket, which is empty. Then, looking puzzled, she starts to pull the scissors out. As the blades clear the vase we see that the water dripping from them is tinged blood-red. McCray gasps in horror and lets go of them with a jerk. They fall back into the vase. The vase is knocked off-balance, the ghastly fluid splashing as it falls. McCray jumps up and back, then stares down in horror at the vase and its scattered contents.
Simultaneously with the cut we hear a scream. SMASH CUT:
CLOSE UP – McCORMICK’S FACE
He’s horizontal, his eyes jerk open, but it’s only a second later that we hear what is apparently some continued pounding on a door.
LARCOM (V.O.)
McCormick frowns.
ANGLE – PULL BACK
He’s in bed, under a quilt. The room is similar to the one Hardcastle is staying in. As we hear another bout of pounding, McCormick blinks, throws off the covers, and starts to sit up.
McCORMICK
LARCOM (V.O.)
McCORMICK








(on his feet, pulling on his jeans)
EXT. THE McCRAY FRONT PORCH – DAY
LARCOM is at the door, hands on hips, head cocked as though he’s listening. Just as he reaches to pound again, the door opens from within. It’s McCormick, in jeans and a T-shirt, definitely awake now, but looking as if the nap wasn’t nearly long enough.
LARCOM
McCORMICK





The guy who’s staying in the second room on





the right. Can I help you, sheriff?
LARCOM








(looks past McCormick, as if he








might brush by him and enter)





I’m lookin’ for that lawyer fella, Hardcastle. He here?
McCORMICK








(glances over his shoulder, then back at








Larcom, while still fully occupying the








doorway on general Fourth Amendment principles)
LARCOM





There’s been a murder. A kid named Kooms.
McCormick is now fully awake, staring even, but there’s no chance to ask anymore questions before we hear,
HARDCASTLE (V.O.)
ANGLE – PULL BACK
Hardcastle is striding up the walk from the street.
HARDCASTLE





You saved me a trip. I wanted to –
There’s the slightest shake of McCormick’s head. Larcom doesn’t catch it but Hardcastle definitely does. He closes his mouth abruptly on what he intended to say and forces a polite smile of inquiry.
HARDCASTLE
LARCOM





Kitty McCray may have stuck that scissors into





him, but I’d say you’re responsible, Judge.
McCORMICK
Larcom shoots McCormick a look.
HARDCASTLE
LARCOM





Found him in the tall grass at the edge of the





cemetery. Musta gone there to do the mowing;





he works for Bill Lovell, the funeral director.





Stab wounds to the chest—looks like five or six





of them, but it probably only took one. The





weapon was a scissors, and we found her and it





right there, by Erma’s grave.





Helluva thing. Nothing like that ever happened here





before. You show up and now look.
HARDCASTLE
LARCOM
HARDCASTLE
LARCOM





I got Doc Springer taking a look at her. A cut





on her hand, looks like, that’s all.
HARDCASTLE
LARCOM





Those scissors are hers. She’s admitting that.
HARDCASTLE





You questioned her already?
LARCOM





she said she wanted you there.
HARDCASTLE








(still worried, but smiling slightly)





You mean she asked for her lawyer.





I think you better pull the train back in the





station, Sheriff. The railroad stops right here.
Hold on that for a moment and then,
CUT TO:
EXT. THE SHERIFF’S HEADQUARTER’S - DAY
There are more than the usual number of vehicles out front, including a van from the California State Police and a hearse. The sheriff’s Jeep, followed closely by McCormick driving the Coyote, pull into parking spaces in the lot alongside the building.
INT. THE OUTER ROOM – SHERIFF’S HEADQUARTER’S – DAY
A couple of nameless deputies are trying to keep things sorted out. The crowd includes BILL LOVELL, MAGGIE, an evidence tech and support crew from the state police, ditto from the county medical examiner, and a reporter from the local paper. There are multiple conversations going on and we hear snatches.
LOVELL





No, he didn’t have any next of kin, far as I know –
MAGGIE





I just want to know when I can see her, that’s all.
EVIDENCE TECH








(to one of the other investigators)





Yeah, got the preliminaries. Just sign here and
The outer door opens. LARCOM steps in, with Hardcastle and McCormick behind him. Larcom is immediately besieged.
REPORTER





Do you have a statement for us yet, Sheriff?
LARCOM








(to the reporter, aggravated)





‘Course I don’t, Rudy. You know better. You





already know everything I’m gonna tell you. It’s





Lester Kooms, he’s dead, and we’re still trying





to figure out what happened.








(he waves the reporter away and turns to Lovell)





What’re you doing here, Bill?
LOVELL





I want to know what happened.





And when will they release him . . . the body.
LARCOM








(reaching out to pat him on the arm)





Won’t know any of that for a while. Why





don’t you just head back to your place. I’ll let
Lovell drops his chin a bit, then nods as Larcom moves past him. Lovell casts another hostile look at Hardcastle as he follows behind the sheriff. The camera holds on Larcom, Hardcastle, and McCormick as they wend through the hangers-on toward the door to the back.
CUT TO:
INT. THE BACK HALLWAY – DAY
The door opens and the three men enter. It’s quieter back here. The door to Larcom’s office is open and work clutters the desk just as he apparently left it when he received the first call about the murder. At the far end of the hall is another door. This one is closed and marked “Lock-Up – Authorized Personnel Only”. It opens and DOC SPRINGER emerges, carrying an old-style leather doctor’s bag. He looks up. His expression is unhappy.
LARCOM
SPRINGER








(glancing warily at Hardcastle but





Physically? Just a cut, on her right hand.
LARCOM
SPRINGER





Something sharp. How the hell should I





know, Jed? I’m a family practitioner.





She says she cut it on a piece of glass this morning.
LARCOM
Springer opens his mouth to answer.
HARDCASTLE
Springer stares at him.
LARCOM








(heaves a sigh, then, to Springer,)
SPRINGER





Got her in a gown right now. Maggie said





she’ll bring something for her later.
LARCOM





There were blood splatters on her clothes.





They’re going to the state lab.
Hardcastle nods. Larcom gestures with one hand down the hall. Hardcastle strides past him. McCormick starts to follow. Larcom holds his arm out, blocking the way.
LARCOM
McCormick hesitates, then starts to shake his head.
HARDCASTLE
He makes a beckoning gesture to McCormick with one hand. Larcom frowns momentarily, but relents. McCormick smiles tightly and edges past him to join Hardcastle. Larcom lets out another sigh, follows them both to the door and opens it.
LARCOM








(to someone on the inside)





Let ‘em in and give ‘em some privacy.
As Hardcastle and McCormick pass through, Larcom glances back at Springer. Both men look unhappy.
CUT TO:
INT. A HOLDING CELL – DAY
It’s not the classic barred cell of small-town jail lore. This is a utilitarian room with a cot bolted to wall and floor. KITTY McCRAY is sitting dolefully on the edge of it, wearing a capacious blue cotton doctor’s examining gown that looks oversized on her. We hear the rattle as the door is unlocked. McCray looks up.
ANGLE – THE DOOR
We see the face of a deputy at the small window in the door, then it swings open. Hardcastle steps in. McCormick, not far behind him, takes a quick look at the surroundings, frowns, and turns to the deputy.
McCORMICK





Can we have a chair in here?
The deputy looks doubtful but steps away and returns a moment later with one.
McCORMICK





Don’t forget to close the door on your way out.
The deputy is unsmiling as he departs, but the door is properly closed. McCormick hands the chair over to Hardcastle before stepping back and taking a position against the wall Hardcastle sets the chair down directly in front of McCray and sits, gazing at her intently.
HARDCASTLE
McCRAY
She sounds earnest and quite sane. Hardcastle continues his very intent stare.
McCRAY





I used the scissors this morning in the garden.





I stuck them in my pocket. They must’ve





fallen out when I bent over to put the flowers





in the vase. That was the first time I was there.
HARDCASTLE
Hold on McCray’s expression – somber, but with a hint of hope, then,
CUT TO:
INT. SHERIFF LARCOM’S OFFICE – DAY
He’s at his desk, the telephone receiver to his ear, and is in apparent mid-conversation. He has a notepad on the desk in front of him and a pen in his hand.
LARCOM





No, I think he’s right here. It makes





a whole lot of sense – more than the





other version, that’s for damn sure.





And I thank you for putting a rush on it, on





a Saturday and all. You’ve got a helluva





team up there – you and the M.E., you





tell him I said that, willya?





Uh-huh. Send it all up here; I’ll be waiting





for it. You take care now.
He hangs up and sits for a moment, looking down at the note pad with a considering expression and a thin smile. Then he stands.
LARCOM








(using a voice meant to be heard in
A deputy pops his head in at the door.
LARCOM








(looks increasingly satisfied)





We got a little job to do.
CUT TO:
INT. McCRAY’S CELL – DAY
McCray is still sitting on the edge of the cot, but leaning forward, a little more animated, in mid-conversation, with Hardcastle and McCormick where we left them, listening.
McCRAY





It was in the vase – the one I borrowed this





morning when I found the other one broken.





That was when I cut my hand –








(holds her finger out, it’s been bandaged)





Earlier – the first time I was at the cemetery.
Hardcastle frowns, glances at McCormick who shrugs and then shakes his head slightly. Neither one of them noticed her injury earlier in the kitchen.
McCRAY








(considering her own finger with








a sigh, then lets her hand fall into her lap)





I went back to swap out the vases, a new one





As if it mattered to anybody.
HARDCASTLE





And when you saw the scissors – ?
McCRAY





I reached for them – reflex. I don’t know





what I thought – not that somebody’d been murdered.





And . . . and I saw the blood, and I screamed.
Hardcastle sits back, exhaling heavily. There’s a beat and then he looks over at McCormick again, who gives another small shrug.
McCORMICK





All circumstantial, but the scissors – damn.
Hardcastle opens his mouth to weigh in but is interrupted by the sound of the door opening again.
HARDCASTLE
The door opens further. SHERIFF LARCOM and DEPUTY MILLER enter, resulting in not much room left. It’s not immediately obvious, but Miller moves to flank McCormick.
HARDCASTLE





We haven’t even had ten minutes.
LARCOM





Something’s come up. Just got a call from








(beat, then to McCormick)
McCormick’s fleeting look of puzzlement is quickly replaced by grim understanding. He fishes his wallet out of his back pocket, pulls his driver’s license out and offers it. Larcom takes it, glances down at it, and nods once sharply to Miller, who produces a set of cuffs.
HARDCASTLE
Miller steps in to apply the cuffs.
LARCOM





Mr. McCormick, the van Lester Kooms was





last seen driving was found abandoned on a





back-road near the cemetery. The steering wheel





and shift had been wiped, but those boys the





State sent over, they’re real thorough. They





lifted a set of prints from the driver’s side door,





and another set off a map they found under the seat.








(he casts a look at Hardcastle)





You know your ‘clerk’ here is a two-time felon?
HARDCASTLE





I oughta, I sentenced him the second time.
McCORMICK








(irritated – to Hardcastle)





I don’t think that’s exactly helping.





Cuffs? I’m already in the cell, for Pete’s sake.
HARDCASTLE





All you’ve got is a couple sets of prints on





the van – I think you’re a long way from
LARCOM





Person of interest – at least until the rest





of the evidence is processed.








(to McCormick, consulting a








card he’s pulled from his pocket)





You have the right to remain silent . . .
He continues to drone out the rest of the Miranda while Miller snaps the cuffs shut.
LARCOM





Anything you say or do can and will be held





against you in a court of law. You have the





right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot





afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.





Do you understand these rights as they have been
As Larcom utters the last words of the Miranda –
CUT TO BLACK
McCORMICK (V.O.)





Yeah, yeah, I understand.





I shoulda seen this coming.
END OF ACT III