The Coroner Page #3
Season #2 Episode #2- Year:
- 2015
- 45 min
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JANE, PHIL
NSE SAMSON (DOG)
[A PHOTO OF (YOUNGER) RON AND PHIL IN FRONT
OF (SMARTER) GREYVALE (ON A SHELF AMID
OTHER MEMENTOES).
EYEING THEM, JANE REMAINS AWARE OF FIERCE-
LOOKING SAMSON SITTING BESIDE THE TABLE
WHERE PHIL SCOFFS HIS FRIED LUNCH, GROUCHY]
JANE:
So you're Ron Tate's son?
PHIL:
Phil. Greyvale closed yonks back.
JANE:
Yes...
PHIL:
Investment for some yuppy Londoners now. I'm just caretaking...
JANE:
But you were living here then, when it was a children's home?
PHIL:
Working.
JANE:
As what, if you don't mind me asking?
PHIL:
Whatever my Dad needed. Handyman mostly.
[JANE EYES HIM]
JANE:
You must have been a young man yourself then?
[PHIL BARELY NODS]
JANE:
(CASUAL) And there were teenage girls living here?
[PHIL EYES HER, PEEVED]
PHIL:
Yeah, not that kind of handy. And I don't remember none of them girls
being pregnant.
[JANE SMILES, BACKING OFF]
JANE:
And where's your Dad now?
PHIL:
Nursing home. Not well.
JANE:
Oh, I'm sorry. Which nursing home?
PHIL:
(STOPS EATING. EYES HER) You deaf? I said he's ill.
JANE:
It's possible your Dad might remember something you can't...
[PHIL BANGS DOWNS CUTLERY, ANNOYED]
PHIL:
My Dad worked himself into the ground looking after them kids, so you're
not to go bothering him..!
[NERVOUS OF PHIL AND SAMSON NOW, JANE
HOLDS HER GROUND]
JANE:
I'm sorry, but I have to go where my investigation takes me.
[BUT PHIL DOESN'T STAND DOWN EITHER]
JANE:
Well, what about records, or notes... would your Dad have kept anything
from Greyvale?
[PHIL STEWS, SEEING JANE RESOLVED, STANDS.
JANE FLINCHES]
PHIL:
Suppose there might be some old photos in the shed.
[HE HEADS OUT. JANE MAKES TO FOLLOW]
PHIL:
(RE SAMSON) No, you watch my dinner, or he'll have it.
[PHIL EXITS. JANE TAKES A RELIEVED BREATH,
MOMENTARILY TEMPTED BY PHIL'S CHIPS - UNTIL
THE TINIEST GROWL FROM SAMSON]
CUT TO:
EP2/SC17. INT. BLACK DOG. DAY 1. 14.25
JANE, DAVEY, JUDITH, BETH, MICK
NSE PATRONS:
[A FADED 1970’S GROUP PHOTO - OUTSIDE
GREYVALE, AROUND 12 CHILDREN UNDER 10,
SOME OLDER BOYS - BUT ONLY 3 GIRLS AGED
AROUND 15, 2 OF THEM MATEY, THE 3RD TALLER,
PLAINER AND UNHAPPY, APART FROM THEM,
RUNNING A HAND THROUGH HER HAIR.
JANE SCOFFS CHIPS OVER MULTIPLE OPEN CASE
FILES AS SHE STUDIES THE PHOTO (A COUPLE
MORE UNDERNEATH)]
JANE:
Mum?
[BUT FRAZZLED JUDITH IS BUSILY SERVING
DRINKS (AT THE TAIL END OF THE LUNCH RUSH,
MICK SLUMPED IN A QUIET CORNER)]
MICK:
(PITIFUL) Babe... I really need a chest rub. I got that congestion...
JUDITH:
You’re not the only one.
[COLLECTING GLASSES, BETH CLOCKS THE PHOTO
OVER JANE’S SHOULDER, TICKLED]
BETH:
The state of that gear. What do they look like?!
[STRUCK, JUDITH PEERS AT THE PHOTO AS SHE
POURS]
JUDITH:
Loons.
BETH:
No kidding.
JANE:
Yeah, mum..?
JUDITH:
(TO BETH) The pants, silly! I had a pair in crushed velvet...
[CRINGING, BETH MOVES OFF]
JUDITH:
(WISTFUL) My glory days. Out gallivanting, not a care in the world back
then...
MICK (OOV):
Babe?
[HASSLED, JUDITH IS ABOUT TO DELIVER DRINKS]
JANE:
(TO JUDITH) Mum, you were 15 in 1976, weren't you?
[DAVEY ARRIVES, NICKING A CHIP, PEERING AT
THE PHOTO]
JANE:
D'you know these three girls?
[JANE SHOWS JUDITH THE PHOTO]
DAVEY:
Got your text. This Greyvale?
JANE:
(AFFIRMING) They're the only ones the right age at the right time.
JUDITH:
(INDICATING) Think these two were in my year at school. Karen Shaw.
And Sarah... Millar? Dunno about the other. Lucy? Maybe the year above.
JANE:
D'you remember anything about them?
JUDITH:
Had me own crowd. (MOVING OFF, TINIEST HINT OF RUE) Anyway,
got a bit busy for the next eighteen years didn’t I?
JANE:
Would some of your old crowd know the third girl?
JUDITH:
Ooh, haven't seem ‘em in years.
[SHE DELIVERS PINTS, TAKING MONEY, MORE
CUSTOMERS WAITING]
JUDITH:
Ask the other two. Think they still live local.
MICK (OOV):
Babe, I think I got a temperature!
JUDITH:
(PUT-UPON) Well, you know where to stick the thermometer!
[AMUSED, JANE CLOCKS DAVEY ALREADY
JANE:
Oi, wait for me!
[JANE GIVES CHASE JUGGLING CASE FILES]
CUT TO:
EP2/SC18. EXT. BEACH. DAY 1. 14.55
JANE, DAVEY, KAREN
NSE FOSTER KIDS, BEACH-GOERS
[SMALL KIDS PLAYING ON THE BEACH. HASSLED,
KAREN STANDS WITH JANE AND DAVEY]
KAREN:
You know a bit of warning would have been nice. (RE KIDS) This is
supposed to be a fun day out, and seeing your foster mum hunted down by
the Old Bill... [isn't fun.]
DAVEY:
(OVER) No one's hunting anyone. I just asked your neighbours where you
were.
KAREN:
Well they shouldn't have said. There's child-protection issues...
JANE:
(PEACEMAKING) Which bring us back to the matter at hand?
[KAREN IS ABASHED AS JANE SHOWS THE
PHOTOGRAPH]
JANE:
Can you put names to these other two girls? (POINTING) Sarah Millar?
KAREN:
(EYEING HER KIDS) No, I dunno.
DAVEY:
You two look thick as thieves to me.
KAREN:
I don't remember. It's a long time ago. (MOVING OFF, RE KIDS) So if
that's it..?
DAVEY:
How about a DNA sample, then?
[KAREN BAULKS]
DAVEY:
To rule you out of our enquiries?
KAREN:
I think I'd remember if I'd been pregnant.
JANE:
Sorry, but this is about a baby. A technician, two seconds and we won't
bother you again?
[ABASHED, KAREN SHRUGS AGREEMENT, MOVING
OFF. DAVEY TURNS TO GO, JANE JOINING HIM]
DAVEY:
(SOTTO, SOUR) Yeah, thanks for your cooperation.
JANE:
She has got her hands full.
DAVEY:
Yeah. But some people foster for the money, don't they?
JANE:
Maybe she's just trying to give them the good home she never had.
(POINTED) Or maybe she can't have one of her own?
DAVEY:
Or maybe she did, and something happened to it?
[HOISTING A SMALL CHILD, KAREN WATCHES
THEM GO, TROUBLED]
CUT TO:
EP2/SC19. INT. SARAH'S BUNGALOW. HALL. DAY 1. 15.40
JANE, DAVEY, LEE, SARAH
[SARAH IS VERGING ON MELTDOWN AS LEE TRIES
TO GET HER TO TAKE THE PILL]
SARAH:
We have to do something!
LEE:
(CALMING) There's nothing we can do. Come on, just take this, and it'll
all be okay...
SARAH:
No it won't! How is it ever going to be okay again?!
LEE:
They don't know. There's nothing to connect us...
[THE DOORBELL GOES. THROWN, LEE STEERS
SARAH INTO THE LIVING ROOM, SHUSHING HER,
COMPOSING HIMSELF BEFORE OPENING THE DOOR
LEE:
Hello?
DAVEY:
Afternoon. (SHOWING WARRANT CARD) DS Higgins, and this is Jane
Kennedy, Coroner for Lighthaven. We're looking for a Sarah Millar?
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