The Coroner Page #5

DORA:

I washed it up…I’m a clean freak.

[JANE RUNS HER FINGER OVER THE TOP OF A

SURFACE. IT IS DUSTY]

DAVEY:

Alright, well if you have any items you could bring in that would help us

identify him –

DORA:

I’ll do my best.

JANE:

Was he missing any teeth?

DORA:

Don’t think so.

JANE:

You’re sure?

DORA:

Yeah.

DAVEY:

And did he wear a watch?

DORA:

Yeah he did. A Rolex. I got it for him.

JANE:

Where d’you get the money for something like that?

DORA:

It was a fake. Not that he knew.

DAVEY:

(TO JANE) Shall we (go)?

JANE:

Sorry, one last thing. What colour were his eyes?

[BEAT. DORA IS FLOORED]

DORA:

I don’t know.

[BEAT]

JANE:

Thanks Dora, we’ll be in touch.

CUT TO:

EP2/SC21. EXT/INT. DORA’S HOUSE / DAVEY’S CAR. DAY 1.

12:
16

DAVEY, JANE

[DAVEY AND JANE ARE BACK IN HIS CAR]

JANE:

Fishy.

DAVEY:

She knew about the watch.

JANE:

But how can she not know whether the man she lives with’s missing any

teeth? I think I’d notice if you looked like Goofy.

DAVEY:

Goofy wasn’t missing teeth he just had a big gap.

[DAVEY TURNS THE ENGINE ON AND THEY DRIVE

AWAY]

DAVEY:

Maybe there was a struggle on the boat and his tooth’s knocked out. Or his

tooth’s knocked out in a gybe or whatever you called it.

JANE:

And what about the colour of his eyes?

DAVEY:

What about them?

JANE:

She would know.

DAVEY:

Maybe she was colourblind.

JANE:

Women can’t be colourblind, Davey.

DAVEY:

That’s a porkie, isn’t it?

JANE:

Ok, but everyone knows the colour of their partner’s eyes.

[SILENCE]

JANE (CONT’D):

Davey tell me you know the colour of Annette’s eyes.

DAVEY:

Course.

JANE:

What colour are they?

[BEAT]

DAVEY:

I don’t know.

JANE:

Never admit that to her. Ever.

DAVEY:

(BEFORE THINKING, WITHOUT NEEDING TO LOOK AT HER) I

know the colour of your eyes.

JANE:

(SILENTLY DELIGHTED) Yeah, never admit that to her, either.

[THE AWKWARDNESS IS SPARED BY DAVEY’S

MOBILE RINGING. JANE ANSWERS IT]

JANE (CONT’D):

(SHE ANSWERS) Inspector Observant’s phone. (BEAT) He’s driving, it’s

Jane. (BEAT) Ok. Got it. Thanks.

[SHE HANGS UP]

JANE (CONT’D):

They’ve found a boat.

CUT TO:

EP2/SC22. EXT. CLIFFS. DAY 1. 12:35

DAVEY, JANE

NSE POLICE OFFICERS, NSE HEAVY

[JANE AND DAVEY DESCEND THE HILLSIDE.

JANE PAUSES, WARY OF THE HEIGHT OF THE

CLIFFS.

ON THE CLIFFTOP ROAD, JANE SPOTS THE SAME

RANGE ROVER WATCHING THEM]

JANE:

(OF THE RANGE ROVER) Seen we’ve got a shadow?

DAVEY:

He’ll be one of Campbell’s. Boat’s over here.

[REVEAL THE POINT WHERE A BOAT’S BEEN

WRECKED. DAVEY HEADS DOWN TOWARDS IT.

JANE, WOBBLY, FOLLOWS HIM]

CUT TO:

EP2/SC23. EXT. CLIFFS. SEA EDGE. DAY 1. 12:37

DAVEY, JANE

NSE POLICE OFFICERS, NSE HEAVY

[DAVEY GIVES JANE A HAND AS SHE CLAMBERS

ONTO THE ROCKS. THE WATER IS QUITE FIERCE]

JANE:

How did it get here?

DAVEY:

It fell from the sky.

JANE:

We’re twelve miles from where the body was found – how come the boat’s

here and the body’s there?

DAVEY:

Maybe the boat sailed on without him?

[THE NSE POLICEMAN PLUCKS A PIECE OF WOOD

OUT OF THE WATER AND HOLDS IT UP SO DAVEY

CAN READ IT]

DAVEY:

Hispaniola.

JANE:

(DEFLATED) I’ll have Mick heat a pan.

[SHE HEADS BACK UP THE HILL]

CUT TO:

EP2/SC24. EXT. PRINCE’S UNDERTAKERS. DAY 1. 12:43

CLINT:

[CLINT ROLLS UP BLARING “CALIFORNICATION”.

HE GETS OUT AND SEES THE TATTY VENEER OF

PRINCE’S UNDERTAKERS]

CUT TO:

EP2/SC25. EXT/INT. COUNTRY ROADS / DAVEY’S CAR. DAY 1.

12:
47

JANE, DAVEY

[DAVEY AND JANE DRIVE BACK TOWARDS

LIGHTHAVEN IN SILENCE. DAVEY STARES AT HER]

DAVEY:

Oh come on Calamity, don’t look so glum.

JANE:

I’m not.

DAVEY:

There’s still a body. And it’s a murder, that’s much more exciting than

someone falling overboard.

JANE:

If you’d stolen seventy-five grand would you really jump into a boat and

sail away? And in a storm? You just wouldn’t.

DAVEY:

Maybe he wanted to keep a low profile, not a lot of CCTV at sea.

JANE:

Just sticks in my throat.

DAVEY:

Not as much as the steak will. You just hate losing.

JANE:

Take a left here, can you? I’m gonna work from home.

DAVEY:

You don’t have to buy me steak, it’s fine.

JANE:

We made a deal so I’ll stick to it. But you can do me a favour and put me

out of my misery by getting that DNA match. Must be in by now.

[THEY DRIVE ON]

CUT TO:

EP2/SC26. INT. PRINCE’S UNDERTAKERS. DAY 1. 12:49

CLINT, PRINCE

[THE INSIDE OF NOLAN PRINCE’S ESTABLISHMENT

IS SHABBY, THE BLINDS ARE MALADJUSTED, AND

THERE’S A MUSTY WHIFF IN THE AIR. PRINCE

COMES THROUGH FROM HIS BACK OFFICE]

PRINCE:

Can I help you, son?

CLINT:

I’m from the Coroner’s Office in Lighthaven. I understand you do Sea-

Burials.

PRINCE:

We do.

CLINT:

Any in the last month?

[A TELEPHONE IN A BACK ROOM RINGS]

PRINCE:

Would you excuse me for just the one moment?

[PRINCE SLINKS INTO THE BACK OFFICE. CLINT

SNOOPS AROUND.

FROM THE BACK OFFICE, CLINT OVERHEARS

SNIPPETS OF CONVERSATION]

PRINCE (OOV):

Canine….yes, it’s gone…certain…

[CLINT TURNS HIS ATTENTION BACK TO THE

ROOM. IT’S TATTY AND DISORGANISED.

PRINCE RETURNS]

PRINCE:

Where were we?

CLINT:

Dog person?

PRINCE:

(BEAT) Oh, yes. Dog’s gone missing.

CLINT:

Sorry about that.

PRINCE:

We’ve done sea-burials in the past, yes.

CLINT:

Can I see the files?

PRINCE:

You can. (HEADING BACK INTO THE OFFICE) Two in the last month,

two ladies, in fact…I’ll just…

CLINT:

Ladies?

PRINCE:

Yes. Why?

CLINT:

It doesn’t matter.

PRINCE:

Really, it’s no trouble.

CLINT:

No, that’s cool. Thanks though.

[CLINT HEADS FOR THE DOOR. PRINCE JOGS OVER

AND HOLDS THE DOOR OPEN]

CLINT:

Hope your dog comes back.

CUT TO:

EP2/SC27. EXT. PRINCE’S UNDERTAKERS. DAY 1. 13:01

CLINT, PRINCE

[AS CLINT HEADS TOWARD HIS VAN, PRINCE

FOLLOWS]

PRINCE:

Plymouth Argyle fan.

CLINT:

Yeah.

PRINCE:

I’m a Pilgrim too, for my sins. Are you a season ticket holder?

CLINT:

Just go when I can.

[CLINT GETS INTO HIS VAN. PRINCE WALKS OVER]

PRINCE:

If you’d like freebies to any matches my friend’s got a box he never uses.

I’m sure he’d be happy for you to have it free when he’s not.

CLINT:

Serious?

PRINCE:

If that appeals, this is my number.

[PRINCE REACHES INTO HIS POCKET AND

WITHDRAWS A BUNCH OF RECEIPTS. HE WRITES

HIS NUMBER ON ONE AND HANDS IT TO CLINT]

PRINCE:

Be sure to send my best to Jane? (WINKS) And make sure she sends work

in return.

[UNSURE WHAT THIS MEANS CLINT DRIVES OFF]

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