The Coroner Page #4
Season #1 Episode #2- Year:
- 2015
- 45 min
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CLINT:
(GUTTED) Can’t I just call them?
JANE:
No. They’ll evade. There are a half-dozen across the whole county.
CLINT:
That’s…miles.
JANE:
You can go surfing tomorrow.
CLINT:
The swell will be over tomorrow.
JANE:
You’re on my time, Clint, not yours. Keep me posted on what you find.
[JANE UNLOCKS HER CAR, DAVEY FOLLOWS]
JANE (CONT’D):
And Clint? Beware Greeks bearing gifts.
[OUT ON CLINT, PERPLEXED]
CUT TO:
EP2/SC15. INT. MORTUARY. DAY 1. 11:59
JANE, DAVEY
NSE LAB ASSISTANT
[DAVEY OPENS THE MORGUE BODY CABINET AND
PULLS A BODY OUT ON A TRAY. IT’S IN A BODY
BAG]
JANE:
(READING REPORT) Decomposition consistent with immersion at sea.
Extensive PM predation by sea creatures rendering ID impossible at this
stage. Excellent.
DAVEY:
How old was he?
JANE:
Says by the pink teeth thirties or forties.
DAVEY:
Tick. Time of death?
JANE:
Anything up to a fortnight ago.
[OUT OF OUR SIGHT, DAVEY LOOKS IN THE BODY
BAG AND GRIMACES]
DAVEY:
Tick again. Hello. What’s it got on the teeth?
JANE:
Teeth…(FLIPPING THE PAGE)…he’s missing his cuspid on the upper
right -
DAVEY:
And who tends to lose their teeth?
JANE:
Sugar addicts.
DAVEY:
More Sugar Ray Leonards…boxers. Tick, tick, tick. And he’s a big lad
too…
JANE:
Once a body’s been exposed like this you can’t tell how muscly they were.
Especially when they’re this inflated by…(READS) death gasses. Hold on –
DAVEY:
What?
JANE:
Cause of death…
DAVEY:
Drowning.
JANE:
Cause of Death:
Blunt trauma to basal skull and upper cervical vertebrae.Traumatic basal subarachnoid haemorrhage as a consequence.
[JANE FEELS THE WIND TAKEN OUT OF HER SAILS
DAVEY:
Burton steals money, gets chased down by heavies who whack him in the
back of a head with a baseball bat and chuck him into the sea. Shuffled off.
JANE:
Still haven’t got DNA.
DAVEY:
You’re grasping at straws.
[JANE CAN’T HELP BUT FEEL HE’S RIGHT]
DAVEY:
That all?
JANE:
Just the personal effects – the watch he was wearing.
[JANE HOLDS UP THE EVIDENCE BAG CONTAINING
A GOLD ROLEX]
JANE (CONT’D):
Pretty fancy for a security guard.
DAVEY:
Not if it’s a fake. They’ve misspelled Rolex.
[HE TOSSES THE WATCH AT HER AND THEN
FREEZES, AS IF HE CAN HEAR SOMETHING…]
DAVEY:
What’s that? What’s that sound? That…sizzling? (SNIFFS) And
that…smell…sounds and smells like a steak…
[JANE HEADS OUT LETTING DAVEY ENJOY HIS
JOKE ALONE]
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EP2/SC16. INT. MORTUARY. CORRIDOR. DAY 1. 12:07
DAVEY, JANE
[DAVEY AND JANE WALK TOWARD THE EXIT]
DAVEY:
Reckon Mick can rustle up a b.arnaise sauce? Peppercorns give me
heartburn.
JANE:
It’s not necessarily murder. Could be a bad gybe. If you turn a boat the
wrong way the boom rips right across it could easily clatter you at head-
height.
DAVEY:
Our bet’s not on whether it’s a murder or not, it’s on whether that’s Kevin
Burton in there benchpressing his coffin.
JANE:
I’m not buying you steak til we get confirmation on the DNA.
DAVEY:
Then let’s pay his Mrs a visit.
[THEY PUSH THROUGH THE EXIT DOORS]
CUT TO:
EP2/SC17. EXT. GRAVELLE’S UNDERTAKERS. DAY 1. 12:08
CLINT:
[CLINT PULLS UP IN FLORENCE (CAMPERVAN). HIS
SURFBOARD IS STRAPPED TO THE ROOF, HE’S GOT
THE WINDOWS DOWN AND IS PLAYING “FLAKE” BY
JACK JOHNSON A LITTLE TOO LOUDLY. FROM HIS
REARVIEW MIRROR, FLUFFY DICE HANG AND IN
HIS WINDSCREEN IS A STICKER FOR HIS BELOVED
PLYMOUTH ARGYLE FC]
CUT TO:
EP2/SC18. INT. GRAVELLE’S UNDERTAKERS. DAY 1. 12:09
CLINT, GRAVELLE
[A BELL TINKLES AS CLINT ENTERS. CAREFULLY
FRAMED PHOTOS LINE THE WALLS SHOWING THE
DIFFERENT TYPES OF FUNERALS ON SALE, ALL
TWEE AND GAUCHE]
GRAVELLE:
Can I help?
CLINT:
(TURNING) You do sea-burials?
GRAVELLE:
Indeed.
CLINT:
Don’t suppose I could have a list of the ones you’ve done in the last month?
GRAVELLE:
Which rag are you from? Which newspaper?
CLINT:
I’m not.
GRAVELLE:
It’s not us, ok?
CLINT:
I’m from the coroner’s office.
GRAVELLE:
(SUDDENLY WARMING) Why didn’t you say, sweetie!? You don’t look
much like a coroner.
CLINT:
How are they meant to look?
GRAVELLE:
Somehow more…wizened and sinewed.
CLINT:
So can I have the records, please?
GRAVELLE:
Perhaps you’d like a drink? Cup of tea or a fruity juice?
CLINT:
No thanks.
GRAVELLE:
A slice of cake? We’ve a gateaux freshly baked; death by chocolate…
CLINT:
Just the records for whatever sea-burials you’ve done in the last month.
GRAVELLE:
Hold the fort.
[GRAVELLE HEADS OFF INTO THE BACK OFFICE TO
RUMMAGE THROUGH A CABINET]
GRAVELLE (CONT’D):
I hope you’ll forgive my tone – we’ve had hell from the press all day.
[CLINT PEERS AT THE PICTURES ON THE WALLS.
GRAVELLE RETURNS]
GRAVELLE (CONT’D):
There are two. Here they are. The last one we did was this morning.
Margaret Crighton; lovely lady.
CLINT:
Thanks.
GRAVELLE:
You will take care of them, won’t you sweetie? And you’ll send my very
warmest to Jane? In fact, why don’t you give her the cake?
CLINT:
I –
GRAVELLE:
Really, I insist.
CLINT:
Ok. Thanks for the files.
GRAVELLE:
Anytime, come again.
[CLINT TAKES THE CAKE BOX AND THE FILES AND
HEADS OUT, SLIGHTLY PERPLEXED]
CUT TO:
EP2/SC19. EXT. DORA’S HOUSE. DAY 1. 12:13
DAVEY, JANE, DORA
NSE HEAVY:
[DAVEY AND JANE WALK UP THE DRIVEWAY AND
RING THE BELL. AS THEY WAIT, THEY SPOT A
BLACK RANGE ROVER WITH A HEAVY AT THE
WHEEL WATCHING THE HOUSE. AS SOON AS HE’S
SEEN HE DRIVES AWAY. DORA APPEARS]
DAVEY:
Can we come in?
[THEY HEAD INSIDE]
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EP2/SC20. INT. DORA’S HOUSE. HALLWAY. DAY 1. 12:14
DAVEY, DORA, JANE
[DORA KEEPS THEIR CONVERSATION IN HER
HALLWAY]
DORA:
You’ve found a body, I’ve seen it on the news –
JANE:
We have found a body but we don’t know who it is.
DORA:
It’s him, right?
DAVEY:
We don’t know.
DORA:
Going half crazy here – phone’s ringing off the hook.
DAVEY:
If you’d like I can organise for a liaison officer to be with you?
DORA:
No, no I’d rather be on my own.
JANE:
We’d like to do a DNA check, would that be alright?
DORA:
What do you need?
JANE:
Best thing is if we could contact his mother.
DORA:
She died 2005.
JANE:
Then who’s his next of kin?
DORA:
Me, I guess.
JANE:
You don’t share DNA with him. Perhaps we could take something of his?
Toothbrushes are best.
DORA:
He took it with him sailing.
DAVEY:
Or if he has a glass he uses, perhaps by his bedside?
DORA:
He hasn’t.
DAVEY:
Could you check?
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