Featuring:

Amy Lemons as...

JENNY DAVIS 

Frank Grillo as...

GRANT CARTER 

and

Sung Hi Lee as...

MALLE ROBERTS 

   


(GREY TOWER: A large banner hangs outside the club door reading Private Party. Inside, the 
club is packed with people and loud music is playing. Donovan is watching the party below
from the balcony next to his office. Elliott walks up to him, holding a glass of wine)

ELLIOTT: I've got to hand it to you, Donovan...this is one hell of a bash. I honestly
didn't think that this many people would care about the new ownership at YorkGirl Magazine.
But you've got quite a turn-out.
DONOVAN: Yeah. I'm hoping maybe this will help raise enough money to make up for some
of that $2 million you stole from me.
ELLIOTT: Stole? Honestly, are you that delusional? That money has always been mine, Donovan.
I just decided to not to let you have it.
DONOVAN: After you promised to invest in my club. 
ELLIOTT: Well, I hardly consider that theft.
DONOVAN: Either way, you still screwed me over, Elliott. That's enough to make me hold a 
grudge.
ELLIOTT: Look, it's not as though I was trying to mess up your expansion plans for
the club. I really wanted to lend you that money. I just have some slightly more important
uses for it right now.
DONOVAN: Frankly, I don't care about your money and I don't care about you. Now, if
you'll excuse me.
(Donovan walks in to his office and sits at his desk and pours himself a drink. 
Elliott walks back downstairs where he passes a young woman)
ELLIOTT: Hey Jenny. 
JENNY: Elliott. (she keeps walking) 
(He walks up to the bar, where Seneca and Trey are seated)
ELLIOTT: Well, how is the happy couple of Brooklyn Court? 
SENECA: Elliott, buzz off! We're busy here and we don't have time for this.
TREY: No, Elliott, feel free to stay. As far as I'm concerned, our conversation
is over, Seneca. I'll be out of the house first thing tomorrow. (He walks off and 
Elliott takes his barstool. Trey walks by Jenny. She smiles at him)
ELLIOTT: Trouble in paradise?
SENECA: Not that it's any of your business but I filed for divorce today. 
ELLIOTT: That's too bad. Well, if you need a little comfort, you know where I live.
SENECA: Dream on, Elliott.
(She stands to walk off. Suddenly, shots are fired from the balcony. Everyone
screams and begins running. Jenny is shot and she falls. There's more gunfire 
and Seneca is shot. She screams and falls to the ground. The figure on the 
balcony runs off)
ELLIOTT: Someone call 911!
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Brooklyn Court

Episode #1, Season #1

TREY ANDERSON
ELLIOTT BRIDGES
JUDD CHANDLER
LOGAN CURTIS
EVELYN DAVIS
DONOVAN GREY
ALICIA HART
RILEY HART
JESSICA MURPHY
TERESA SUMNER
MADISON TURNER
&
SENECA WARD


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(GREY TOWER:A group of people are gathered outside. An ambulance is parked by the 
door. Seneca and Jenny are rolled out on stretchers. Trey watches Seneca get lifted 
in to the ambulance.  Elliott runs out beside them and tries to jump in to the 
ambulance. A man stops him)

ELLIOTT: Move it, dammit! I'm a doctor! (the man lets Elliott climb aboard and the 
ambulance drives off)

(A police officer walks up to Donovan and Madison, who are standing by 
the door)

GRANT: Donovan Grey..?
DONOVAN: Yeah. That's me.
GRANT: I'm Detective Grant Carter. I need to ask you a few questions. You're the 
owner of this club, right?
DONOVAN: Yeah.
GRANT: You mind telling me just what the hell happened here tonight?
DONOVAN: I don't really know. I was in my office and I heard shots...
MADISON: There was a man up on the balcony inside. I saw him walk up to the 
rail and then he pulled out a gun and just started firing...
GRANT: Excuse me, ma'am. Who are you?
MADISON: Madison Turner. I'm a neighbor of Donovan's. I was here at the party 
tonight.  
GRANT: Did you know the man with the gun?
MADISON: How am I supposed to know? I didn't even see the bastard. He had on a 
ski mask.
GRANT: If you didn't see a face, then how do you know it was a man?
MADISON: Trust me, officer. If anyone around here knows what a man's body 
looks like, it's me. I've seen plenty of male bodies in my day.
GRANT: I'm sorry, ma'am, but I don't really think that's strong enough evidence 
to support anything.
MADISON: Fine. You know, you so-called detectives are a real pain in the ass. 
You want everyone's help but you never want to listen to the facts! 
GRANT: Ma'am, if you'd like to give me a statement, please just do so, so that 
I may talk to some other people who have more useful information to give me.
MADISON: Go to hell. That's the only statement you're getting from me! 
(She walks off)
GRANT: I hope all your friends and neighbors aren't as big a nuisance as 
that one, Mr. Grey. Otherwise, I might have to come to the assumption that 
you're trying to cover something up.
DONOVAN: Trust me, Detective. I had nothing to do with the shooting 
here tonight.
GRANT: I hope not...for your sake.




(Alicia and Riley are standing in the parking lot)

RILEY: Are you sure you're alright, Alicia?
ALICIA: Yeah. Just a little shaken up, that's all. I can't believe Seneca 
and Jenny were shot.
RILEY: Yeah, I saw Evelyn leave in the police car to go to the hospital. She was 
already a wreck. I hope they're both alright.
ALICIA: Have you seen Trey around? I notice he didn't go with Seneca.
RILEY: He was over by the door earlier. I didn't see him leave. He probably took 
his car and followed the ambulance.
ALICIA: No, he can't be gone. His car is still parked over there. I want to find 
him and see if he's okay.
RILEY: Alicia, I don't think that's such a good idea.
ALICIA: Riley, he's our friend. His wife was just shot. I think consoling 
him is the least I can do.
RILEY: Look, I'm sure he's okay. He and Seneca aren't exactly best of friends 
lately.
ALICIA: What do you mean? What's going on with them?
RILEY: He didn't want me to say anything to anyone but if I can't trust my 
own wife, who can I trust?
ALICIA: Right. Now, tell me what's going on, Riley.
RILEY: Trey is having an affair. 
ALICIA: What? You're kidding. With who?
RILEY: I feel like some dumb junior high kid gossiping like 
this, Alicia.
ALICIA: Riley...just tell me. Who is Trey sleeping with?
RILEY: Fine, but you can't tell a soul.
ALICIA: Of course I won't.
RILEY: He's been with Jenny.
ALICIA: Jenny Davis?! Evelyn's daughter?!
RILEY: She's the one. Look, let's just forget about it and go home. It's 
freezing out here and besides, I'm sure the party's over now.
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(BROOKLYN COURT: Judd pulls into his driveway. He, Jessica and Teresa step out of the car)

TERESA: Wow! Talk about ending the party with a bang!
JESSICA: God, Teresa, this isn't exactly a good time for witty puns. This is 
no laughing matter. Two people could be dead right now. You should just 
be glad you weren't hurt. We got out of there lucky.
TERESA: Okay, Jess, you can calm down now. It was a joke. Ha ha...you know? 
You can cut the melodramatics.
JESSICA: I'm sorry. I'm just worried. Seneca has been really good to me and 
I don't like seeing her get hurt. I hope she's alright.
(Judd puts his arm around her shoulder)
JUDD: I'm sure she's alright, Jess. Why don't we go on in and I'll build 
a fire.
JESSICA: Okay. Teresa, are you coming?
TERESA: No, I have an early photo shoot tomorrow. Whether or not Evelyn's 
daughter is dead, she won't let us take a day off. Good night. 
(She starts walking home)
(Judd and Jessica start walking into their house)
JESSICA: That girl is so heartless. I don't know how people like her live with 
themselves.
JUDD: Teresa's harmless. She's not as uncaring as she seems.
JESSICA: Judd...I've lived here all of two months and I already have seen her 
manipulate and use so many people. She doesn't care about anything but getting 
ahead in the world and she'll stop at nothing to make it to the top.
JUDD: She's ambitious. There's nothing wrong with that.
JESSICA: That's true. But there is a difference between being ambitious 
and being ruthless.
(She walks inside)
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(LUTHER-THOMAS HOSPITAL: Elliott comes out of the emergency room and shuts 
the door behind him. Evelyn, who is seated in a chair in the hall, stands and 
rushes to him)

EVELYN: Elliott, how is she?! How's my baby girl?!
ELLIOTT: I'm not sure. I was in the room with Seneca. Jenny is in with Dr. Rogers 
right now. I'll let you know when I find out something.
EVELYN: She has to be alright.
ELLIOTT: I'm sure she is, Evelyn. Just keep praying and she'll be fine.
EVELYN: How's Seneca? I mean, is she..?
ELLIOTT: She's alive. Luckily, she was only hit in the shoulder. The wound 
should heal fairly quickly, I'm sure. She's definitely gonna be okay.
EVELYN: That's good. I mean, her and I have had our differences, but she doesn't 
deserve this. No one does.
ELLIOTT: You're right.
(She sits back down)
EVELYN: How did this happen? I mean, why would someone do something like 
this?
ELLIOTT: Your guess is as good as mine, Evelyn. I think it's sick. 
MALLE: No, Dr. Bridges, what's sick is your twisted version of bedside manner.
(He turns and sees a young woman behind him)
EVELYN: Who the hell is this and what's she talking about?
ELLIOTT: Nobody and nothing.
MALLE: Don't lie to the woman, doctor. I mean, there's no reason to, because 
soon the whole city is going to know what a pervert you are!
ELLIOTT: Excuse us, Evelyn.
(He grabs Malle's arm and pulls her in to a supply room)
MALLE: Get your hands off me, you creep! 
ELLIOTT: What the hell do you think you're doing, Malle?
MALLE: You are already in enough trouble, doc, and forcing me in to this room 
with you is only going to worsen matters. Now, move out of my way and let
me the hell out.
ELLIOTT: Malle, I thought we agreed to settle this issue out of court. What 
are you doing?
MALLE: Let's just say I considered your offer and I don't think two million 
dollars is going to be enough to make up for the immense trauma I've 
suffered.
ELLIOTT: Look, if you think you're getting any more money out of me, you're 
crazy. 
MALLE: I want $5 million, Dr. Bridges. Otherwise, you're gonna be in a 
world of hurt.
ELLIOTT: I refuse to be blackmailed by you. I'll see your ass in court. 
(Walks out)
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(BROOKLYN COURT: Trey is unpacking boxes in the living room of his new house. 
The door is open. Alicia knocks on the open door as she walks in)

ALICIA: Trey...
TREY: Alicia, hey. (He walks to her) What are you doing here?
ALICIA: Confirming the rumor. I heard you moved over here. It's a nice place.
TREY: Yeah. It'll do, I guess.
ALICIA: So, um, I hate to be nosy but do you wanna talk about why you 
and Seneca are seperating.
TREY: Not really. (He turns to walk off)
ALICIA: Trey, come on. (He turns back to her) You know, I am your friend. 
If something's wrong, you can talk to me about it.
TREY: Riley told you, didn't he? I mean, that's why you're here...to see 
if it's true? 
ALICIA: I don't know what you're talking about.
TREY: Alicia, come on. I'm not stupid. I honestly assumed he'd tell you. 
I mean, you two are husband and wife. You guys do have that honest type of 
marriage that Seneca and I never quite achieved.
ALICIA: Fine. Riley did tell me about the affair, but don't worry...your secret 
is safe with me. I'm not like Teresa or Madison or Elliott...I'm not gonna 
blackmail you or anything. I just want you to know that if you do ever need 
to talk, I'll listen with an open mind.
TREY: Thank you. That really means a lot to me.
ALICIA: So, how is she?
TREY: Seneca or Jenny?
ALICIA: Either.
TREY: Elliott called last night and told me that Seneca pulled through pretty 
easily but that Jenny was still in intensive care. He really doesn't know much else.
ALICIA: I'm sure she'll be alright. God, this must be twice as hard on you with 
both of the women you love...
TREY: I don't love either of them, Alicia. Not anymore.
ALICIA: You're just angry. 
TREY: You don't know what you're talking about. As far as I'm concerned, Seneca 
is getting her just desserts for all the manipulation she's been exerting lately. 
ALICIA: Trey, don't say that. I know you don't mean it.
TREY: I mean every word of it. Now, I have a lot to do. Thanks for coming by.
(She stands silent for a moment, then turns and walks out)
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(POLICE STATION: Donovan is seated at a table in a conference room. Grant is 
standing near the door)

GRANT: So, let me get this straight, Mr. Grey. You were in this club, packed with 
people and yet no one saw you and you don't have any kind of alibi for where you 
were at the time of the shooting.
DONOVAN: I told you...I was in my office! I had just had a small conversation with 
Dr. Elliott Bridges and he walked down to the bar. I went in to my office and 
poured myself a drink. I started going through some papers.
GRANT: I don't know. Seems like a pretty thin story to me.
DONOVAN: Well, it's the truth.
GRANT: Well, isn't it true, Mr. Grey, that you were not real fond of Seneca Ward? 
As a matter of fact, a few people have been quoted as saying you 'despise her'.
DONOVAN: I'm one of many, many people who don't like Seneca, okay? She isn't the 
most likable person in New York. I admit, I am a little bitter towards her 
because she recently offered to invest some of her money in to my club, then 
backed out and decided to use the money for her magazine. 
GRANT: Well, think about it. Doesn't that give you a strong motive?
DONOVAN: No. Like I told you before, a few people have backed out on their 
investment plans. She's not the only one. Besides, detective, I have no reason 
to want Jenny Davis dead. She's a friend of mine. Why would I try to kill her?
GRANT: That's what I've been trying to figure out. I think I've got it. I think 
Ms. Davis was an accidental victim in all this. Wrong place at the wrong time. 
Or maybe those bullets were meant for Dr. Bridges. You did say earlier that, 
like Ms. Ward, he cancelled plans to invest in your club. You also claim that 
he went to the bar after the little chat he had with you. Isn't that where Seneca 
and Jenny were when the shooting took place...at the bar? People saw Dr. Bridges 
and Ms. Ward conversing when the gunman opened fire. Maybe you're just a bad shot.
DONOVAN: If I wanted Elliott and Seneca dead, I could have found a less public way
to go about it. I mean, they both live right near me. I wouldn't have opened fire 
on them in my own club.
GRANT: I don't know, but if you are behind this, Mr. Grey...I will find out about 
it and I will take you down.
DONOVAN: Am I free to go now?
GRANT: Yeah. But don't try anything stupid, like leaving town. I'm 
watching you.
(Donovan stands and walks out)
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(LUTHER-THOMAS HOSPITAL: Elliott walks in to a waiting room where Evelyn is 
standing, staring out the window. He walks up and puts his hand on her shoulder)

EVELYN: Elliott...
ELLIOTT: Why don't we have a seat, Evelyn? I need to talk to you.
(They sit)
EVELYN: Is this about Jenny? She's alright, isn't she?
ELLIOTT: I'm afraid I have some terrible news. Jenny didn't make it.
EVELYN: (She starts crying) What?! She's...she can't be dead! She can't..!
ELLIOTT: I'm so sorry, Evelyn. We did everything we could do to save her.
EVELYN: No! My Jenny...Please, bring her back to me!
ELLIOTT: You don't know how bad I wish I could, but I can't.
EVELYN: Why is this happening? What have I done to deserve this?!
ELLIOTT: This is not your fault. Do you hear me? It was just her time. I want 
you to know that you have a lot of friends that care about you...
EVELYN: (Stands up) That is crap!! You know it!! No one cares about me! 
No one!
ELLIOTT: (Stands) That's not true, Evelyn. 
(A nurse walks in)
NURSE: Doctor, there's a lady out here asking for you.
ELLIOTT: I'll be right there, nurse. (She walks out) Evelyn, I have to go. 
Everything's gonna be alright. I'll stop by your place later.
(He walks out. She lays her head on the window and cries)
(In the hall, he walks up to Madison, who is standing by the door to Seneca's room)
MADISON: There you are. Where the hell have you been?
ELLIOTT: I was in the waiting room, consoling Evelyn. Jenny died this morning.
MADISON: Oh, no. That's too bad. She was a really nice little girl. 
Wonderful model. She was so beautiful.
ELLIOTT: Well, you're full of compliments. Maybe you should speak at her funeral.
MADISON: Okay, I admit I didn't really care too much about the little floozie
when she was alive, but I'm still sad that she's dead. I guess that means 
her affair with Trey is dead, as well. Which is great news for me. Since he's 
getting divorced from Seneca, maybe now I'll have my chance to get him in the sack.
ELLIOTT: Look, Madison, I hope you didn't call me out here to share your sexual 
fantasies with me. Frankly, if I'm not involved in one of them, then I don't
want to hear them.
MADISON: Keep dreaming, doc. I'm here to see Seneca. She's conscious, isn't she?
ELLIOTT: Yeah. Why would you wanna see her though? I hope you don't plan on 
sharing with her, your hopes of getting her husband in bed with you.
MADISON: Soon to be ex-husband and no. I just wanted to kiss a little ass. I'm 
probably the only person from the magazine who's gonna stop by and see the
cranky bitch... This one little visit just might do wonders for my career. 
See, the position of fashion editor at YorkGirl is currently vacant and 
Seneca's looking to fill it. I'm in the running, along with a few others
from the magazine. Hopefully this will secure the position for me.
ELLIOTT: I should have known you had something to gain from this. 
MADISON: Look, I really don't want any kind of goodie-two-shoes lecture from 
you, Elliott. You aren't exactly a saintly man yourself.
ELLIOTT: Why don't you just go on in and pretend to care about your boss. I 
have some patients to see. (He walks off)
(She walks in the room. Seneca, who is lying in bed, looks over at her)
MADISON: Hey you! (She smiles, walks to her & hugs her) 
SENECA: Madison, I'm kinda surprised to see you here.
MADISON: I'm offended by 
that. I consider us friends, Seneca. I wanted to see how you're doing.
SENECA: I feel fine. I'm actually ready to get back to work.
MADISON: And your divorce, I'm sure.
SENECA: How do you know about that?
MADISON: Well, word spreads like wildfire through Brooklyn Court. You 
should know that.
SENECA: Yeah. So, tell me, was I the only one injured at the party?
MADISON: Injured, yes. Shot, no.
SENECA: What? Who else?
MADISON: Jenny Davis was also shot. Elliott just gave me the horrible news 
of her death.
SENECA: Well, it's a shame it was Jenny and not her mother.
MADISON: Yeah, well, I want you to know that I'm helping keep things 
running smoothly at the magazine while you're out so there's no need to worry.
SENECA: Thank you. I don't trust Trey running the company. That's why as 
soon as I'm back in business, my first move is going to be to demote him 
from Co-Editor.
MADISON: How can you do that? Shouldn't that decision be left to the owner. 
I mean, I know you can do what you please with the rest of us, but I 
thought Trey was untouchable. I mean, he is your equal.
SENECA: Not anymore. Madison, you're not only looking at the editor of YorkGirl 
magazine...you're looking at the new owner.
MADISON: New owner? You mean...?
SENECA: The money I was going to invest in Donovan's club, I used to buy the 
magazine. I never had a chance to give my speech at the party.
MADISON: Well, let me be the first to congratulate you.
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(YORKGIRL MAGAZINE: Judd is working on a set. Riley and Alicia walk in to the
studio. Riley is carrying his camera. Alicia is carrying camera equipment. 
They stop and look at the set)

RILEY: Oh no.
ALICIA: What's wrong, Riley?
RILEY: I told Judd that I wanted the bay window on the right side of the set. 
Dammit! That's gonna ruin everything.
ALICIA: I don't understand, Riley. What's the big deal? You aren't just going 
to be photographing the window. The models are gonna be what the people see 
when they look at the ad.
RILEY: If that were true, Alicia, we'd just put Teresa in the dress and 
photograph her in front of a white background. Look, you don't know the first 
thing about photography, so why don't you just let me handle this, okay? Hold 
this. (He hands her the camera then walks up to Judd)
JUDD: Riley, we're putting the finishing touches on it. It'll be done in five 
minutes.
RILEY: Not as far as I'm concerned.
JUDD: What's the problem?
RILEY: What's the problem?! The problem is that you and your group of incompetents
 screwed up everything!
JUDD: How'd we do that?
RILEY: By not following my specific instructions, as usual. We're gonna have to 
reschedule the shoot.
(Teresa walks up in an evening gown)
TERESA: So guys, what do you think of the lovely gown? I think Jessica 
designed a fabulous dress. 
RILEY: I think you better take it off and go home! We're not gonna do the 
shoot today.
(He storms off)
TERESA: What the hell was that all about?
JUDD: I don't know. He just started ranting about me screwing up the set.
TERESA: Hm. I thought it looked okay. But he's the photographer, I guess he 
knows what looks good and what doesn't.
JUDD: Yeah, whatever. (He walks off and walks up to Alicia)
ALICIA: I'm really sorry about that, Judd. I, uh, I don't know what got in
to him.
JUDD: Come on, Alicia, he's never satisfied. You, of all people, should 
know that.
ALICIA: He's just under a lot of pressure, that's all. With Seneca hospitalized, 
he's wanting to do an extra special job on this shoot. He wants everything 
to go perfect so that she'll be happy with his work and maybe promote him to 
head photographer.
JUDD: I still think he's overdoing it a little.
ALICIA: Well, I better go. He's probably waiting in the car.
(She turns to walk out. He whispers in her ear)
JUDD: I want to see you tonight.
ALICIA: We'll see. (She walks out)

(Teresa notices Jessica watching them)

TERESA: It looks like you've got a little competition, Jess.
JESSICA: Huh? Oh, don't be absurd, Teresa. I am not interested in Judd. And 
even if I were, Alicia is married to Riley.
TERESA: That's never stopped anyone. (Smiles and walks off)
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(BROOKLYN COURT: Donovan drives in to the court. He sees a For Sale sign hanging 
in Jenny's yard. He pulls in to his driveway, across the court and gets out of 
his car. Evelyn walks out of her house and to her car. He walks across his 
lawn to her driveway)

DONOVAN: Hi.
EVELYN: Oh, hello Donovan. 
DONOVAN: So, I, uh, I noticed the sign in Jenny's yard. For sale, huh?
EVELYN: Yeah, well, she no longer has any use for the house. She's dead.
DONOVAN: I'm really sorry to hear that. This whole thing is such a big 
tragedy.
EVELYN: You can say that again.
DONOVAN: It's really none of my business, but don't you think it's a little
soon to put the house on the market? I mean, surely you couldn't have already
got all of her stuff out.
EVELYN: I called some movers and they moved it. I just decided to give all 
of her things to charity. I don't need them.
DONOVAN: You can't make the pain go away by trying to erase her like this. You 
may be able to get rid of her possesions, but it isn't gonna get her out 
of your head, Evelyn.
EVELYN: We'll see. (She starts to get in her car)
DONOVAN: Wait a second. Before you go, there's something I want to 
talk to you about.
EVELYN: Make it quick. I'm really in a hurry.
DONOVAN: The police...well, Detective Carter to be exact. He thinks I had 
something to do with the shootings.
EVELYN: What?
DONOVAN: He thinks I did it. I want you to know that it wasn't me, okay? 
I didn't kill your daughter.
EVELYN: I hope not, because if you did...I'll kill you.
(She gets in her car and drives off)
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(BROOKLYN COURT: Riley knocks Trey's door. Trey opens it)

TREY: Look, if your wife sent you to talk to me, I'm okay.  Thanks. 
(He starts to shut the door)
RILEY: No, Alicia didn't say anything. Why, did she talk to you?
TREY: Yeah. I know you told her about my affair with Jenny.
RILEY: I'm sorry. I know you asked me not to say anything, Trey, but she 
won't repeat it to anyone. 
TREY: Not that it matters now. I mean, Seneca and I are on the verge of 
divorce and Jenny's dead.
RILEY: Yeah. I heard. I'm really sorry. This has got to be really tough for 
you.
TREY: I'll make it. Why don't you come in?
(Riley walks in and shuts the door)
RILEY: Thanks.
TREY: So, do you want a drink or anything?
RILEY: Nah. I really can't stay very long. I told Alicia I'd be right back. 
So, why weren't you at work today?
(Trey sits on the couch and motions for Riley to sit in the chair. Riley sits)
TREY: I'm taking a few personal days.
RILEY: Well, things are all but running smoothly with both you and Seneca out 
of the office.
TREY: Why? Did something go wrong at the shoot today?
RILEY: Not something...everything. Judd Chandler completly screwed up on 
the set. 
TREY: Well, that really doesn't surprise me. In fact, if it weren't for Seneca,
he wouldn't ever work for YorkGirl magazine again. I don't know how he's managed
to convince her that he's an artist, but he's far from it.
RILEY: Come on, Trey, let's be honest. It's not Judd's work that you don't 
like, it's just him. You still think that he and Seneca were having an 
affair, don't you?
TREY: I always will. No matter what either of them says. Judd is a sneaky 
little bastard and I know he's been sneaking around with someone. It's got 
to be Seneca. They're both being too secretive. That's why I started 
seeing Jenny. I decided to hit the ball back in to Seneca's court.
RILEY: So, you didn't love her...Jenny, I mean.
TREY: No. I was using her. Sad but true.
RILEY: You know, it's none of my business, but is moving across the street 
from Seneca really such a good idea?
TREY: To be honest, I'm not worried about it and you shouldn't be either.
RILEY: Well, are you gonna bother showing up tomorrow? I've 
rescheduled the shoot for two.
TREY: I'll try to stop in.
RILEY: Okay. Well, I gotta go. (Stands and walks out)
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(BROOKLYN COURT: Teresa walks in to Elliott's house. She walks to the kitchen, 
then to the hall)

TERESA: Elliott?! You home?!
(He comes out of the bathroom in a towel)
ELLIOTT: Hey beautiful. (Walks to her)
TERESA: Looks like I'm a tad bit late to join you in the shower.
ELLIOTT: Yeah, but look at the bright side, at least you don't have to do much
work getting my clothes off now.
TERESA: What are you talking about? I never do.
ELLIOTT: So, are you here to test that theory.
TERESA: I heard about you having to go to court, Elliott.
ELLIOTT: What?
TERESA: Yeah. Word is that you've been having a little fun with your 
unconscious patients.
ELLIOTT: That's not true.
TERESA: Of course it is, doctor. No use in trying to fool me. I know what a 
sex-fiend you are and I realize I haven't been giving you much lately. It's 
understandable that you'd go elsewhere. Honestly, I didn't think you were 
this hard-up, though.
ELLIOTT: Malle Roberts is a liar and a crook who only wants to steal my money.
TERESA: Elliott, come on. This is me you're talking to. You don't have to 
defend yourself or anything. I mean, it's not like we're having a relationship 
here. We just sleep together.
ELLIOTT: Just because I'm not committed to you, or anyone for that matter, 
doesn't mean I'm going to molest my unconscious patients, Teresa.
TERESA: Well, just to make sure, I'm going to go ahead and give you a 
little of what you need.
(She pulls his towel off, then kisses him. He pulls off her shirt and they 
lie down in the hall floor)
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(BROOKLYN COURT: Riley walks in to his house. Alicia comes down the stairs and 
meets him in the living room)

ALICIA: Hey, where were you? 
RILEY: I went over to see Trey. He told me that you had already stopped by 
and talked to him.
ALICIA: I'm really, sorry, Riley. I wasn't trying to stir up trouble or anything. 
He's not mad at you, is he?
RILEY: No. He has more important things on his mind now. I'm lucky Trey is such
a good friend of mine or else you could have gotten me fired.
ALICIA: I'm sorry. It won't happen again.
RILEY: I hope not.
(The phone rings. Alicia answers it)
ALICIA: Hello? How are you? Yeah, he's right here. Hold on. (She hands the
phone to Riley) It's for you. It's Seneca.
RILEY: Seneca, hi. How are you feeling?
(Seneca is lying in her hospital bed, staring out the window)
SENECA: Much better. In fact, I'll be out tomorrow.
RILEY: That's wonderful news.
SENECA: I'm just calling to find out how today's photo shoot went?
RILEY: Not too good. Judd didn't get finished with the set, so we had to
reschedule for tomorrow. Trey is going to come by and make sure things are in 
order. Hopefully, Judd won't put us behind anymore.
SENECA: Judd's a professional. I'm sure he has good reasons for what happened. 
I'll come by tomorrow. Trey is going to be a little busy.
RILEY: Oh, okay. 
SENECA: I'll see you tomorrow then.
RILEY: Alright. (Hangs up and sets the phone down on the shelf)
ALICIA: Riley, you know, I think you're being a little too hard on Judd. 
You're acting as though he ruined the whole day because he misplaced a 
silly window.
RILEY: You'll never understand the true meaning of art, Alicia. Everything 
has to be perfect and flow together or it's not gonna work!
ALICIA: Why are you being so rude to me lately?
RILEY: I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm just a little on edge. I'm really pushing to get 
that promotion at the magazine. Just bear with me, please.
(The phone rings again)
ALICIA: I'll get it. 
RILEY:  I'm gonna go shower.
ALICIA: Okay. (Answers the phone) Hello?
JUDD: Look out your window.
(She looks out the front window and sees Judd across the court. He is standing 
in his yard, holding a dozen roses)
ALICIA: Are those..?
JUDD: They're roses. They're for you. 
ALICIA: Judd, that's so sweet. 
JUDD: Jessica's working late. Why don't you come over?
ALICIA: I can't.
JUDD: Why not?
ALICIA: Judd, I'm married. Despite how I feel about you, that doesn't change how 
I feel about Riley. He's my husband and I do love him.
JUDD: Are you saying you don't love me?
ALICIA: I do. I'm just so confused. I don't know what to do or what to feel.
JUDD: Well, you're the only one I love, Alicia. When are you going to give me 
the chance to prove that to you?
ALICIA: I know you love me, Judd, but I can't make love to you. I'm sorry. 
I can't do that to Riley.
JUDD: I understand. I just don't think I can wait much longer. I'm going 
crazy living without you.
ALICIA: Maybe someday we'll be together...but we can't now. 
JUDD: Okay. I'll let you go. Sweet dreams.
ALICIA: Good night. (They both hang up. She watches him drop the flowers in 
his garbage can and walk inside)
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(YORKGIRL MAGAZINE: Trey is standing in his office with Judd)

JUDD: I just don't know what I did wrong. Riley made a scene but he never told 
me what the problem was so how was I supposed to fix it? 
TREY: Did you bother asking what the problem was?
JUDD: He stormed off too quickly!
TREY: Don't make excuses for your incompetence, Judd. 
JUDD: Look, Trey, everyone else thinks the set looks beautiful. There shouldn't 
be a problem shooting today.
TREY: I think that decision should be left up to me. Riley's professional opinion
is very important to me. If he says the set is worthless, then it is.
JUDD: I think you guys are being a little too overly dramatic.
TREY: This conversation is over, Judd. And as of now, so is your employment 
here at YorkGirl.
SENECA: I don't think so.
(Both men look to the door where the see Seneca. Her arm is in a cast)
JUDD: Seneca, hi. How are you?
SENECA: I'm fine. Just as I'm sure your set is.
TREY: Why don't you butt out, Seneca. This is between Judd and I!
SENECA: No, actually, you have no say in this matter.
TREY: What the hell are you talking about?
SENECA: Judd, will you excuse us? You can go ahead and start working on 
the set for next month's cover shoot. The information is at your office.
JUDD: Okay. Thanks. (He walks out)
TREY: Fresh out of the hospital and already raising hell?
SENECA: This should have been done before my little visit to Luther-Thomas 
Hospital. 
TREY: What are you babbling about, Seneca?
SENECA: You are no longer co-editor of this magazine. You've been demoted to a 
measly fashion writer.
TREY: Says who?
SENECA: Says the owner of YorkGirl Magazine.
TREY: Well, give me the name of the new owner and I'll give him a call 
right now.
SENECA: You're looking at the new owner.
TREY: What?
SENECA: I bought YorkGirl. It's mine.
TREY: I don't belive this.
SENECA: Believe it, Trey. I was tired of carrying dead weight like you around. 
It made it really hard to climb that corporate ladder while holding on to your hand. 
So, now not only are you not my partner in marriage, but your not my partner here, 
either.
TREY: You power-hungry, manipulative bitch.
SENECA: Ah. Now, Trey, you better watch what you say. Otherwise, I won't even 
give you the luxury of writing for our fashion department.
TREY: Go to hell. (Walks out)
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(BROOKLYN COURT: Madison walks in to her kitchen and pours a cup of coffee. She 
opens her blinds and sees a van next door at Jenny's old house. She sets the 
coffee down and walks out to the van. A man is unloading boxes on to 
the curb)

MADISON: Hi.
(The man turns to her)
LOGAN: Oh, hey.
MADISON: Are you moving in here?
LOGAN: Sure am. You live around here?
MADISON: Right next door. I'm Madison Turner.
LOGAN: Logan Curtis. Nice to meet you, Madison. (He shakes her hand)
MADISON: Logan...that's a really nice name.
LOGAN: Thanks.
MADISON: So, Logan, are you new to town or just to the neighborhood?
LOGAN: No. I've never been to New York before. I'm from a fairly small town in 
Wisconsin, so this city is pretty bizzare to me.
MADISON: I bet. So, what brings you here?
LOGAN: Oh, I'm here to start up a practice. 
MADISON: What kind of practice is that?
LOGAN: I'm a psychiatrist.
MADISON: A psychiatrist? Well, you've come to the right place, doctor. 
You're just what we need around here. You're going to be a very rich man if you
stay here long. Just about every person in this neighborhood is in need 
of psychiatric help.
LOGAN: I don't know whether to be glad or scared.
MADISON: Maybe a little of both. Any kind of problem that exists, we've got 
here in Brooklyn Court. 
LOGAN: Really? Why do you say that?
MADISON: Well, are you sure you're ready for this? It's pretty confusing. 
LOGAN: Sure.
MADISON: Well, Trey Anderson lives in the house next door. His ex-wife, Seneca 
Ward lives right across the street from him. They're divorcing. She bought the 
magazine they were co-editing and demoted him just today. She just got released
from the hospital this morning. She was shot in the neighborhood club, The 
Grey Tower, along with Jenny Davis. She used to live in the house your moving 
in to but she died a few days ago. Her mother, Evelyn Davis, a really bitter 
old woman, lives over there. Next door to her is Donovan Grey, the owner 
of the Grey Tower. He's the prime suspect in the shoot-out. Next to him is 
Judd Chandler and Jessica Murphy. They're only friends but we wonder if 
Jessica wants more from him. She's a designer and has her own business, Jess 
Gowns. He's a set designer who works for Seneca. Trey suspects they're sleeping 
together, but I think he's got an eye for Alicia Hart. She's married though, 
to this busybody photographer for YorkGirl magazine, Riley Hart and they fight
a lot. She wants to be a model but he insists she be his photo assistant. They 
live over on the other side of Evelyn. Teresa Sumner lives right across the court
from here. She's a young model who works at Evelyn's modeling agency, New World 
Modeling. She's a little crazy party girl who isn't too well-liked around her.
LOGAN: Why's that?
MADISON: Pardon my french, but she's a real bitch.
LOGAN: Oh.
MADISON: The other tenant here in the court is Elliott Bridges. He 
lives on the other side of me. He's a doctor. Right now,
he has his hands full with a court case. Some girl accused him of taking 
advantage of her while she was unconscious. Pretty sick, huh?
LOGAN: Yeah. Really sick.
MADISON: Of course he swears he didn't do it, but who knows?
LOGAN: Okay, that's quite a lot to take in the first day.
MADISON: I warned you.
LOGAN: It seems like quite a lot of drama for one little neighborhood.
MADISON: And that's the abridged version.
(They smile)
LOGAN: Well, you've told me about every one but you.
MADISON: Not much to tell. 
I'm a writer in the fashion department at YorkGirl magazine and I'm very 
single.
LOGAN: So, Madison, do you pride yourself on being the neighborhood gossip?
MADISON: Everyone knows everyone else's business around here. It's the 
way it's always been.
LOGAN: I guess it's to be expected with 10 houses all so close together.
MADISON: Yeah. So, anyway, you're fresh from the Midwest, huh? You know, 
the people in this city are completely out of control. They're gonna 
eat a country boy like you alive. Personally, I wouldn't mind getting 
the first helping.
LOGAN: Look, I think you might have some preconceived notions about people 
in this city. We're not all here for a chance to have sex with a different 
partner every night. I'm just speaking for myself, but I think sex is for 
two people who are committed and in love. It's something special.
MADISON: Obviously, this is coming from a man who hasn't gotten laid in 
a very long time.
(She puts her hand on his chest)
LOGAN: I have to get unpacked. Excuse me. (He pulls her hand off, picks up 
the boxes and walks inside. She smiles and walks back home)
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(BROOKLYN COURT: There are no lights on in any of the houses, except Teresa's. 
Alicia sneaks outside and rushes over to Judd's house. Teresa is sitting 
at her bedroom window smoking a cigarette. She watches Alicia go the 
sliding glass door at the back of Judd's house. Alicia looks inside and 
sees Judd sitting at his desk, in only boxers, writing. She knocks and 
he looks up, startled. He walks to the door and opens it)

JUDD: Alicia, what the hell are you doing? It's the middle of the night.
ALICIA: I know. It's the only time I could get away.
JUDD: You could have used the front door. 
ALICIA: I didn't want anyone to see me.
JUDD: What's going on?
ALICIA: I have to be with you. You're all I could think about all day. 
Can I come in?
JUDD: Yeah, of curse.. 
(Teresa watches her walk in. She stands and shuts her blinds)
TERESA: Very interesting. 
JUDD: I really don't understand what's going on.
ALICIA: I want to make love to you, Judd. I love you.
JUDD: I love you, too.
(They kiss. He unbuttons her shirt and they lie down on the bed)


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the end.

BY: SHANE GRIDER 
1998



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