PLAYING DEAD PART ONE SCENE ONE

SINCE I'M LEAVING FOR ITALY IN THE MORNING AND I HAVE FINISHED SCENE ONE I THOUGHT I'D DROP IT HERE FOR ANYONE INTERESTED. WILL MOVE IT TO LIVE JOURNAL WHEN I GET BACK. I MISSED A LOT WHEN I WATCHED IT. THE WAY BOBBY WORKS THE ROOM AND THE PEOPLE IN IT. HIS MIND JUMPING FROM ONE IDEA TO THE NEXT WITH NO CONNECTION. TELLING TECHS TO DO SOMETHING THEY DO ANYWAY JUST BECAUSE HE'S THINKING OUT LOUD. WOULDN'T MIND BEING DET. FARLEY WITH ALL THE GRABBING AND PULLING AND PUSHING HE DID DURING THE SCENE TO HER. HANDS ON. NICE BACK SHOTS AND FEET.

SAME OLD DISCLOSURE. JUST SKIP TO THE GOOD STUFF BELOW


NOTE: While I have seen SVU, the CSI series, NCIS, and other Television shows scripted & capped, I've only seen one or the other done for LO:CI, so I thought I would try it. I only do this for the joy of it and am receiving no compensation for anything, Mr. Wolf & your legal representatives. I know they all belong to you. And because the action is so fast you can miss so much so it helps seeing it written out.

Disclaimer: LO:CI, the story PLAYING DEAD episode 124, pictures, dialog and action all belong to Dick Wolf. The teleplay is credited to . No copyright infringement intended. Not for sale, no profits being made by myself. My personal use of the episode shared with other avid fans. I have had no access with anyone associated directly or indirectly with LO:CI, not even the cleaning crew, or to the script or any pages from it. Live in Tennessee and no time to travel to NYC to Watergate it.

I do not script everything. If it didn't pertain to Bobby, Alex, Ross or Rodgers directly or indirectly it was omitted. There are other sites like NocostScripts.com that may have the full thing if you need it without caps. I got my copy from Amazon.com. My caps are from that. A note that some caps are not as clear as other sites that concentrate only on caps because I follow the motion with the characters words. Also, I write the dialog the way they speak it, no pause in their speech no pause in the scripting short pause three dots, long pause six dots.

**I'd like to make another note...All cappers struggle with Logos. Those taken directly from TV have those irritating USA HD in the lower right along with any messages to the left. Amazon has a gray box with two silver rectangles in the upper Right. Since I use Amazon, I try to stop short of it or go below when possible to delete it. But there are times that it's right in the middle of Bobby's head so you may see it at times...sorry.

There will be shots of Bobby's back, because that's my weakness and perhaps obsession. For friend's obsessions there are hand shots, tongue, eyelashes, and feet.

CAPS PRECEDE DIALOG.PLAYING DEAD


CRIME SET UP & COMMITTED.

LOCI LOCI LOCI LOCI LOCI LOCI LOCI LOCI LOCI LOCI LOCI LOCI LOCI

SCENE ONE CRIME SCENE

Det. Agnes Farley, "When I heard who she was, I figured Major Case should be on this."


Alex, "It's a tough week for councilman Hayes-Fitzgerald...bribery scandal and his daughter's the victim of a shootout."



Det. Farley, "Yeah, I'm told she's actually his step-daughter."


Bobby, "And he is?"



Det. Farley, "Richard Siebert, twenty-five, unemployed...uh..."





Det. Farley, "Live-in boyfriend."


Alex, "Not the nice guy you'd bring home to meet the folks."


Bobby, "Is this her place......his?"



Det. Farley, "Her parents pay the rent."





Alex, "Did she talk to anybody before they took her to Belle Vue?"



Det. Farley, "Uh...when I got here, she was already in the ambulance."


Bobby, "You should take that computer in for a complete download."


"Looks like there's interest in her step-dad's problems."






Bobby, "From the notes on these magazines looks like she enjoyed them."






Dr. Liz Rodgers, "I just spoke with the E.R."





Liz, "A bullet was removed from the girl's left shoulder..."






"...It was the same bullet that went through him so it's pretty deformed...to be okay."


Bobby, "Deadbolt is not broken but the jam's splintered."


Bobby, "Detective?"


"You're him..."






Bobby, "So, he comes to the door he unlocks the bolt the killer hears that..."


"And he kicks the door in..."


Bobby, "You jump back."


"...grabs the lamp throws it."


Alex, "And Stacy's on the couch..."


"...she jumps up."


Bobby, "He turns to protect her..."






Bobby, "The killer fires again the bullet passes through him hits her..."


"...he hits the ground..."


"...and bleeds out."


"Why was he moved?"
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Liz, "The mother found Stacy pinned under him."


Alex, "Under his dead body? For how long?"


Liz, "From the lividity three or four hours. Maybe she saved herself by playing dead?"


Bobby, "Or the killer only wanted him."

VINCENT MISSED BLOGS AND ME

Well, I've worked and worked getting ready for my Italy trip so I've been behind on my blog watching (have not been lurking). Made some time to doodle a few drabbles (don't consider them fan fic since they're so short and no case file, for LIVE JOURNAL. If you are interested there's a link over there on the left.

In other news, when Vincent came to the Film Festival here, it was held at the Green Hills Theater (The ritzy/artsy part of Nashville, new money rich but not to be confused with Belle Meade--the OLD MONEY SECTION of Nashville) just a mile from Vanderbilt Medical Center, where I was working...oh, the agony...every single night.

So, I hit all the media sources. TV...WKRN NBC's network had footage which is all over the web. Every other station were too caught up in the excitement that was William Shatner. PLEEZZZ give me a frigging break. Him all over the news and entertainment sections.

Hit up my pal at the Nashville Tennessean Newspaper and found just one head shot of Vincent. You'll find it at the bottom. Even the Green Hills theatrical paper only mentioned him in print and from what I hear Shatner just sailed in like some arrogant king while Vincent worked the Red Carpet and crowd.


As for the new season, yes I've downloaded the first two episodes but haven't started working on the caps and scripts (Italy pending). But there is too much of guest stars and not enough Vincent or Kate to suit me.

Missed you all. Two days off then four more twelve hour night shifts then Italy. At least my sister has a satellite system computer so I can check out your blogs from there and maybe send you a snapshot or two.

EGG CHALLENGE THURSDAY100PLUS

I know I know I was going away but my drabble muse got tuned up. please still read the following one and someone answer my question. Thanks


TITLE: EGG CHALLENGE (Criminal Intent 100)
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: GOREN/LOGAN
WORD COUNT: 300
RATING: M (language)




Bobby sat across the booth from Logan. Both having emptied nearly two pitchers of beer.

Bobby took a sip, “Aw, hell Mike, what the fuck are you gonna do in Key West?”

“Sheriff.”

“In fuckin’ Florida, who do you know in Florida?”

“You can come visit me.”

“I hate the the fuckin’ beach. You’re gonna be bored outta your mind.”

“Nah, I sold my apartment got my retirement checks rolling it all into U.S. Treasury Bonds. I get free livin’ space and an expense account, a nice car and seven deputies out over the Keys. Five-ten years I’ll retire...HEY!" his palm slammed onto the table, "When you're ready to retire or just had enough of the damn politics, sell your apartment, gather your retirement and come on down. We’ll open a bar together.”

Bobby blinked at him, “Mike, you got New York bred into you just like me. How ya gonna leave it behind.”

'Fuckin' freeze my balls off in the winter and fry a goddam egg on the sidewalk in the summer.”

“In Key West we’ll have tropical breezes...”

“Fuckin’ hurricanes...’

Deep sea fishin’...”

“Fuckin’ sharks...”

“Sunny weather...”

“Fuckin' sun burn, sun poison...”

“Damn it to hell, Bobby.”

“Mosquitoes...”

“Women in bikinis”

“Alligators...”

“Women in little bitty bikinis.”

“Sand...”

“Hot women in little bitty bikinis.”

“Mold...”

“Horny hot women in little bitty bikinis.”

Before Bobby could think of another negative, “There we’ll be, two big studly retired New York cops, serving drinks by day, satisfying the horny hot women minus the bikinis at night.”

“So,” he gave him the classic Logan look, “had a better offer?”

“Aw Mike.”

They struggled out of the booth and lurched into the street. Mike put his arm around Bobby's shoulders, “So, see you on your next vacation.”

“Aw Mike.”

“Just think, Logan and Goren...together again.”

Vincent igored

I am just so frustrated. I check the major entertainment papers (ie. VARIETY etc.) and the major newspapers (New York, Chicago, LA, Miami, etc) expecting something. AND ALL I FIND ARE REFERENCES TO Jeff Goldblum the new LEAD episode starting next week.

I realize Vincent's episode was a good old fashioned early type version of the show but hell the man was in it and he was gorgeous and his acting wonderful. They took their spot in Cable for the night and for the week Wrestling SpongeBob Hannah Montana and In Plain Sight listed before them and that doesn't include DVR taped and watched a different day.

Goldblum was on Letterman last night and I was curious as to what he said but our local station froze in the middle of the Top Ten and didn't return until the middle of Craig. Someone tell me what was said.

I'm sorry but I'm tired of hearing Jeff called the new lead of the series with a side mention that Vincent will be starring every other week opposite him. I was looking for accolades & pictures and just found aggravation. Am going to stop searching. You put Vincent in their search engines and get Jeff or a reference to 70 lbs. for Pyle in FMJ. Like he's never done anything else in all these years. Makes me want to scream.

I am going away for a few days to the land of LO:CI and Bobby and cap and script the first episode of the season and get stirred up in other ways.

The only pictures Variety deigned to exhibit:

NO SPOILERS

JUST WATCHED SEASON EIGHT'S FIRST NEW EPISODE GOREN/EAMES. MY HUSBAND SAID AT THE END..GOOD SOLID CASE FILE.

I said HUH. Oh yeah. Now I WILL HAVE TO STAY UP AND WATCH IT AGAIN (POOR ME) BECAUSE THE FIRST TIME I NEVER GOT PAST BOBBY.

UNTIL TOMORROW WHEN I CAN HAVE THE EPISODE FROM AMAZON TO BEGIN SCRIPTING AND CAPPING.

I'M HAPPY. BOBBY LOOKS HEALTHY AND GORGEOUS. THE MAN HAS A SET OF SHOULDERS AND ACRES OF BACK. SIGH

VINCENT D'ONOFRIO--LITTLE NEW YORK

Once again Vincent's independent film is being taken over by an European Distributor, apparently French since that's what the subtitles are. They have more Vincent in the previews than Hawke. Suits me.

Thanks to OUR FRENCH FRIENDS FOR RELEASING THEIR TWO PREVIEWS SO COULD CAP.






























YOU CAN CATCH ONE OF THE PREVIEWS AS VIDEO ON LOZZYCAP'S SITE.

HAPPY EASTER

HAPPY EASTER TO EVERYONE WHO CELEBRATES IT





AND HAPPY SUNDAY TO EVERYONE ELSE

THURSDAY 100PLUS COMPLIANT CHALLENGE II

Title: COMPLAINTS-Sexual Harassment http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif
Fandom: Criminal Intent
Characters: The Squadroom
Word Count: 657
Rating: M+ (Language and sexual situations)

COMPLAINT CHALLENGE

O’Malley’s was a cop bar two blocks from 1PP. It was now six p.m. and the largest table in the place was surrounded by the elite detectives of that department along with it’s Captain and his lady friend Liz Rodgers, the Manhattan coroner.

Moist napkins, half empty glasses and three pitchers of beer--light, dark and lite littered the table. Logan leaned his chair back on two legs, “Who the hell complained, anyhow?”

All eyes turned to Captain Danny Ross, “Don’t look at me, I would’ve just talked to him. I’ve got to go to the damn Sexual Harassment Seminar just like the rest of you.”

“Bet it was that prissy new ADA went to the Chief of D’s.” Murmurs of agreement followed that pronouncement.

“Well,” Carolyn piped in, “Officer Black DID have a copy of Playboy.”

Bobby sat forward, “Jesus Caro, the kids’ twenty-two and still wet behind the ears. It‘s not like he was showin‘ it to anyone”

“Yeah,” piped in one of the older detectives, “stuck guarding that holding cell all day and most the time it’s empty. That‘s probably the closest the kid’s come to a prime set of breas .."ts and and pubic hair in the shape of a exclamation point.the detective trailed off at the set look on the three women at the table.

Ross dropped his head to his chest, "Jesus."

Lix slammed her glass down,"Ar you Really that stupid?"

“Yeah, lock up...not a job much more boring than that,” Bobby changed to topic, and poured dark beer with a perfect white foamy head then filled Alex’s with lite.

She glared at the glass then at each man at the table in turn, “Well, how would you like it if WE brought a porno magazine to work with hung naked male models. Passed it around. Looked at the centerfold then looked at you, then at the centerfold with the ten-inch cock then at you. Wouldn't you feel degraded, find it demeaning?” She finished pointing a finger at Bobby expecting him to fall in line.

He rubbed a couple of long fingers across his lips, glanced around the table, and looked her straight in the eyes, “Maybe these guys,"“he rotated a finger without moving his hand encompassing the table, “but not personally. Me, I’d just see it as a another career opportunity.”

The men all sniggered. Alex turned bright red, “GODDAMN you, Bobby.” She shoved her chair back and stormed off to the restroom with Carolyn and Liz close behind.

“Guess I’ll be going home tonight,” Danny sighed. He knew that particular look on his woman’s face.

“Don’t envy you riding with Alex the rest of the week,” Logan offering Bobby his condolences.

“Jesus, Bobby...you're taking your life in your hands. Alex is just MEAN and scary when she gets like that,” offered another.

“She asked for it. Set me up. Expected me to roll over like a good doggy.”

Logan groused, “Fucking sexual harassment. You can‘t even say ‘Hey your hair looks nice‘ without someone twisting it into ‘How 'bout a blow job'.”

Ross waved to the waitress for another round of pitchers, “Goren, just don’t come crying to me when she flays your hide.”

“She’ll get over it. She always does. Hell, she knows we‘re right. Anyway the women don‘t even have to go to it.”

“Yeah and Carolyn harasses me all the time.”

“Different kind of harassment, Logan.”

“She’ll get over it...” Bobby mumbled with a little less confidence.

“Forever the optimist, Goren.”

Logan seeing the three still if possible even more furious faces returning from across the room nudged Bobby and pointed, “Maybe Ross’ll let YOU guard the holding cell the rest of the week.”

“Don’t hold our breath, Goren. One of those tigers is mine and I’m the one gonna get mauled tonight.

drabble thursday100plus complaint challenge

Title: COMPLAINTS
Fandom: Criminal Intent
Characters: The Squadroom
Word Count: 1650
Rating: M+ (Language and sexual situations)
Summary: ROSS IS HAVING A VERY BAD DAY
Disclaimer: Not mine, we're only going out to play, have them back in time for dinner.
COMPLAINT CHALLENGE


Danny pulled Liz’s apartment door shut and keyed the dead bolts locked. She continued her rant about his detectives all the way to Police Plaza. As they entered the elevator she placed her hands on her hips and mentally stamped her foot, “Daniel Ross are you EVEN LISTENING TO ME,” her voice rising two octaves.

Sighing, “Yes, Liz. Yes.”

She pulled him off on her floor and gave him a quick smack on the lips. “I can’t cut any faster with them standing over me like Goren or calling me every fifteen minutes like Logan.”

“I promise, Liz. I’ll speak with them all.”

With a ‘Humph’ she left him.

The elevator stopped on the Lobby floor and the Chief of D’s got on and as soon as he saw Ross started in on him about the budget. Danny restrained himself from slapping the eleventh floor button and said a prayer when the doors opened and he exited and the chief continued on his voice still droning on his reproach.

Officer Black caught him at the corner and began his grievance, “Sir, its been two weeks and still the schedule hasn’t been changed you said you’d rearrange it last week.

Ross stopped and pulled out his PDA, with a couple of clicks he sighed again, “I’ll have it done by end of day.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Danny made it five steps before shouting from the conference room to his right drew him up short. Jefferies and his new partner turned as he, the boss, entered. Both started in griping about the incompetence of one and ineptitude of the other. Ross spent twenty of his precious minutes calming the usually placid Jefferies down and reminding the new guy he was still on probation and Jefferies was lead Detective.

He made it to the breakroom pouring fresh coffee into his own cup while listening to the Vendor filling the machines bellyache about the abuse his machines were taking from Ross’ people. That he was going to take the damn things out and they could go to the cafeteria for drinks. Or he was going to bolt them to the floor. Ross escaped after promising to tell his people not to kick and rock the machines...again.

He made it into his office without further incident. An hour later Falacci stormed into his office slamming the door. Glaring at Ross as she plopped down into the chair across from him.

Swearing to himself he stood and leaned against his desk in front of her, best a position of power when Detective Nola Falacci was on a rampage.

“Why,” she began shrilly, “does the word processing girl type up all of the male detectives reports before the women’s. Is she ballin’ them all, she just hate women…or are you telling’ her to?

“Watch it Falacci. I’m sure Caria doesn’t show any favoritism.

“HAH! Logan and I turn in our reports at the same time. Mine come back two days after his. E-V-E-R-Y TIME. This is ridiculous, Captain.”

Again Ross tried to soothe and finally had to pull rank hard to calm her down. Pushing her out into the bull pen he promised to follow up and get back to her.

Falacci stomped to their desks grabbed Logan’s arm, “Lunch.”

Mike looked into the captain’s face shrugged unhappily and followed.

Finally, Ross thought, and made it to the vending room and escaped back to his office through the mostly empty squad room.

Peace, at last.” He popped the top on the can and unwrapped his sandwich. The elevator pinged and raised voices reached him.

Alex’s raised voice echoed through the near-empty squad, “God damn it, Bobby. When I need you to back me up...Look, the Captain’s in...Come on.” He heard the soothing murmur of Bobby’s voice trying to calm her and lead her away from the him, and failing miserably. Trying to stop an Alex at full steam was like trying to stop a tsunami.

Damn, one fuckin’ bite.Ross washed down the bite held a pausing finger up to Alex’s red face and answered the phone. Five minutes later he hung up the phone and looked at Goren hovering in the doorway and Alex tapping her foot in a chair across from him.

“Come in and sit down. Shut the door first. That was the commissioner...”

Eames pounced to her feet, “There you go,” she turned and poked Bobby in the chest, “I told you so, I told you...fuckin’ politics.” She was up and pacing like a small jungle cat. ”And I guess YOU,” pointing at Ross, “ are going to kiss their asses again,” She was rounding his desk to confront him. Ross automatically covered his chest protectively with his palm in anticipation of a quick finger jab.

Both men’s mouth dropped. Ross blinked Goren, yeah he could see him charging at him...but Eames. Eames?

Bobby never moved so fast up out of the chair literally wrapping an arm around Eames' mid section--her spitting mad and lifting her off her feet and had her through the Captain’s door and on his way to the conference room.

“Sorry, Cap...we’ll be back in a few minutes.” He took kicks to his shins, pinches to his hands, an elbow to his flank and a head butt before he dropped her into a chair scooting to shut the door as Alex screamed in rage, as she quivered in fury. That all the bereaved family were stinking drunk had set her off.

Ross stood stunned wondering if he’d imagined the whole thing. He stumbled back into his chair and winced at the sound of a scream and breaking glass as a mug hit the wall in the conference room. For a moment he thought about going to rescue Goren but as an afterthought wondered who would rescue him.

By the time the squad room filled Ross had finished his sandwich, Eames had slunk, yes that was the only word that could describe the pitiful look on her tear swollen face as she eased back before him. Still she groused about how the Chief wanted the case solved but everyone was tying their hands in the investigation. Ross promised to go to bat for them with the Brass. But his hinting at diplomacy had Eames steamed up again, stomped out enraged again.

Ross tried to work on his paperwork but took one call after the other protesting the manner in which Goren & Eames were handling the McGovern case or criticizing their methods.

At two o’clock Caria brought him another stack of papers to sign and he confronted her about Falacci’s complaint.

“Yeah, I do type the guys first.”

“May I ask why?”

“I can type five of the guys reports before one of theirs.”

The guys use as few words as possible, sticking to facts. They don’t stop to dot I’s and cross T’s…they know I can take care of that, so the processing goes a lot faster. The female detectives it’s like they think like a thesaurus thinking of the longest word they can. And another thing, they can't just say ‘He walked across the street.’ its ‘The witness dressed in frayed jeans a flannel shirt with the top button opened white socks and black shoes with laces strolled across the rock strewn highway with two 8 cm deep potholes as he ambulated up to me and began to orate in a slow drawl. ’

“Captain, why do you need all that extra crap for a witness statement, who care what the witness was wearing or whether or not the street has potholes. They are horrible”

“Worse than Goren?” he asked out of curiosity.

“He uses big words but he spells them out carefully and sometimes gives me the definition to some so I can chose another word.

Ross listened to her bitch another ten minutes before he led her to his door promising to speak to them about it.

Son of a bitch, was this day never ending. His phone rang again.

Dr. Rodgers stepped out of the elevator her hands filled with files and just as she stepped behind the pole in back of Eames desk the slamming of Ross’ phone brought the squadroom to silence.

He stood ran his hand over his face then through his hair. He had no control over the carping of his ex-wife about the boys, but damn it to hell he did over his own department. Enough was enough.

Ross paused in his doorway, glared out at his domain, “Listen up, people,” he bellowed. Does my office look like Macy’s. If you're under that misconception-- this damn complaint department is fucking closed.” With that he slammed the door rattling his blinds.

Silence reigned until Liz Rodgers walked around Eames’ and Goren’s desks. Bobby reached out and touched her hand causing her to pause, “I wouldn’t.”

She patted his hand, “It’s okay. I think I may have lit the tinder on this flame, let’s see if I can put it out.”

Ross looked up when Liz opened the door prepared to flay the skin off someone. “Liz, now is not good.”

Silently she shut the door, locked it then closed the blinds. His eyebrows rose as she removed her lab coat followed by her clothes.

“Liz?” the croaking sound from lack of blood that had rushed from his head to his groin. She bent over him, "Think of me as a fire extinguisher, Danny" sealing her mouth to his as her finger got busy with buttons and zippers.

Thirty minutes later Liz walked past Bobby smiling, “Not a scratch.”

Bobby looked at Ross’ office then after Rodgers, bent forward and whispered to Eames. “Someone just got laid.”

“What? In his office? You’re crazy.”

“And you claim to be a Detective. Did you note the rosy blush on her cheeks, the red lips, the sparkle in her eye and a woman only swings her hips like that when she’s had really satisfying sex.”

“Alex looked back toward the elevators and Dr. Rodgers, then at Ross at his desk signing papers and whistling. She turned back to her partner.

“What are you doing looking at Dr. Rodger’s ass?”