The Coroner Page #6

[LEE MOVES TO THE DOORWAY, LISTENING]

PHIL:

I don't know what your game is. But you stay away from my Dad... or I'll

have you.

[A BEAT. LEE FLINCHES AT A BANG ON THE DOOR.

FOOTSTEPS HEADING AWAY (THE GROWLS

SUBSIDING). LEE TURNS AS KAREN (REVEALED)

EMERGES FROM THE KITCHEN, BOTH SHAKEN]

KAREN:

You should go. Tonight.

[BUT LEE HESITATES]

KAREN:

There's nothing more you can do...

[LEE PROCESSES THAT, TORN]

CUT TO:

EP2/SC33. EXT. BLACK DOG. NIGHT 1. 23.35

MICK, JUDITH (OOV)

NSE JUDITH'S SCHOOL MATES (OOV)

[(A SMALL LIGHT ON INSIDE AS) MICK EMERGES,

FEELING ROUGH, DUMPING A BINBAG (HIS LAST

JOB OF THE NIGHT) WITH A HUGE SIGH, RELIEVED -

UNTIL THE MAIN PUB LIGHTS GO ON INSIDE AND

THE PUB STEREO COMES ON (THUMPING DISCO

"THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT" TO RAUCOUS FEMALE

CHEERS]

JUDITH (OOV):

Whey! Lock-in!

[MICK SIGHS, DEFLATED]

CUT TO:

EP2/SC34. EXT. SARAH'S BUNGALOW. DAY 2. 08.50

JANE, LEE

[ENERGISED, JANE IS LURKING IN HER CAR, ON HER

MOBILE - FRUSTRATED AS SHE GETS VOICEMAIL]

JANE:

Davey, where are you? (RE-STATING) Mum’s mates ID'd the third girl,

and I need to hit Sarah with it. She's obviously the weak link, but I can't

split them apart on my own...

[JANE SPOTS IN HER WING-MIRROR:

LEE HURRIEDLY GETTING INTO HIS (RENTED) CAR.

JANE DUCKS DOWN AS LEE'S CAR PASSES,

GALVANISED]

JANE:

Just... call me back.

CUT TO:

EP2/SC35. EXT. GREYVALE. DAY 2. 08.45

PHIL:

[EMERGING FROM THE HOUSE TOWARD HIS VAN,

PHIL GLANCES AROUND]

PHIL:

Samson! (BEAT) Sammy?

[PHIL SLOWS - NO SIGN]

PHIL:

Here, boy!

[SCANNING FOR SAMSON, PHIL SPOTS THE SHED

DOOR AJAR, PERTURBED]

CUT TO:

EP2/SC36. EXT. SARAH'S BUNGALOW. GARDEN. DAY 2. 08.51

JANE, SARAH

[STILL GROGGY, SARAH IS FILLING BIRD-FEEDERS]

SARAH:

(TO BIRDS) Come on. It's alright...

[BUT SHE HESITATES AS SEVERAL BIRDS

ABRUPTLY TAKE FLIGHT]

JANE (OOV):

It was Lisa, wasn't it?

[SARAH SPILLS SEED IN ALARM AS JANE

APPROACHES (FROM THE SIDE ENTRANCE) WITH

THE GREYVALE PHOTO]

JANE:

The third girl.

[THROWN, SARAH LOOKS FOR LEE, BUT

REMEMBERS HE'S GONE]

JANE:

(PRESSING ADVANTAGE) Do you remember her now?

SARAH:

(FUDDLED) No... maybe a bit. No one really knew her...

JANE:

A bit? She was your sister.

[SARAH HESITATES, NO IDEA WHAT TO SAY]

JANE:

That's what I've heard, from your old schoolmates.

[SARAH FLOUNDERS, LOST AS JANE ZEROES IN]

JANE:

So where is she, Sarah? Where's Lisa? What happened to her?

SARAH:

(TORTURED) I don't... [know.] I can't... [say.]

[SARAH FLEES TOWARD THE HOUSE]

JANE:

Why won't you say? Is it Lee..?

SARAH:

(DISTRESSED) No..!

JANE:

... keeping you quiet?

SARAH:

No! Lisa's... gone.

JANE:

Gone where?

SARAH:

She's dead..!

[DISINTEGRATING, SARAH FLEES INTO THE HOUSE,

CLOSING THE DOOR ON JANE. STUNNED, JANE

EYES HER THROUGH THE GLASS]

JANE:

Dead how? Where?

[BUT SARAH LOCKS THE DOOR, BACKING OUT OF

SIGHT.

WHEELS TURNING, JANE HEADS OFF]

CUT TO:

EP2/SC37. INT. BLACK DOG. DAY 2. 08.52

MICK, JUDITH, BETH

[(A QUIET CORNER) A BARE FEMALE FOOT (RED

TOENAILS) STICKS OUT FROM UNDER A TABLE.

STILL UNDER THE WEATHER, LIPSTICK-MARKED

EMPTIES IN HAND, MICK PEERS DOWN AT:

JUDITH, FLAT-OUT, IN LAST NIGHT’S CRUMPLED

FINERY AND SMUDGED MAKE-UP, FAINTLY

SNORING. FLASH!

MICK BLINKS AS BETH DELIGHTEDLY SNAPS PICS

WITH HER PHONE]

BETH:

Busted! My responsible adult..!

[EYEING JUDITH, MICK SIGHS, TUTTING]

CUT TO:

EP2/SC38. INT. GREYVALE. SHED. DAY 2. 08.53

PHIL, DAVEY

NSE PC'S

[UNSETTLED, PHIL SCANS JUNK, FINALLY

SPOTTING THE DUST OUTLINE SHOWING A BOX ON

A BENCH HAS BEEN MOVED. PEERING INSIDE, HE

TURNS UP AN UNFAMILIAR OLD TIN, TROUBLED -

THROWN AS:

DAVEY ENTERS (PC'S BEHIND HIM)]

DAVEY:

Morning. Having a clearout? Only we've had a tip-off that you might be

hiding evidence.

[PHIL FREEZES, PANICKED]

CUT TO:

EP2/SC39. EXT. COTTAGE. DAY 2. 09.52

JANE:

[IN THE DARK DOORWAY, JANE IS FRUSTRATED AS

HER MOBILE BLEATS NO RECEPTION. SHE TURNS,

PONDERING, SCRUTINISING THE GARDENS, THE

DIPS AND BUMPS]

JANE:

(SOTTO) Where are you, Lisa?

[SHE EYES THE SCRAP OF BLUE RIBBON STILL

FLUTTERING ON THE FENCE. DEATHLY SILENCE,

APART FROM THE WIND WHISPERING THROUGH

THE TREES AND BROKEN COTTAGE BEHIND HER,

LIKE AN EXHALATION.

CHILLED, JANE IS MAKING TO INVESTIGATE THE

BUMP WHEN SHE IS STARTLED BY A TWIG

SNAPPING BEHIND THE COTTAGE]

JANE:

Hello?

[MOVING TOO QUICKLY, JANE STUMBLES ON THE

RUBBLE (WHERE DAVEY CAUGHT HER

PREVIOUSLY), FALLING FLAT. LEVERING HERSELF

UP SHE SPOTS SOMETHING AMID THE GRASS

AGAINST THE WALL, HALF-UNDER RUBBLE (WHICH

SHE DISTURBED), PAUSING.

HEARING A CAR ACCELERATING AWAY, JANE

TAKES THE OBJECT, EYEING IT:

A SMALL POSY OF (2-WEEK OLD) WITHERED

WILDFLOWERS:
DAISIES, DANDELIONS AND

BUTTERCUPS, TIED WITH BLUE RIBBON]

CUT TO:

EP2/SC40. INT. POLICE STATION. INTERVIEW /

OBSERVATION ROOM. DAY 2. 10.34

DAVEY, JANE, PHIL

NSE PC:

[INTERVIEW ROOM:
BRANDISHING AN EVIDENCE

PHOTO, DAVEY IS GOING HEAD TO HEAD WITH

FEARFUL, CONFUSED PHIL]

PHIL:

(IN) No, no...

DAVEY:

(RE PHOTO) You were caught,

bang to rights...

[OBSERVATION ROOM: JANE ENTERS, TAKING IN:

DAVEY SLAPPING THE PHOTO ON THE TABLE: A

LOCK OF BABY HAIR IN AN OLD TIN]

PHIL:

(IN) I've never seen that before!

(IN) I've never seen it!

(IN) I don't know!

DAVEY:

(OVER) with this lock of hair in

your garage.

(OVER) Preliminary examination of

which suggests it matches the hair of

that baby. And I'll bet the DNA

proves it.

Then how did it get in your garage?

[A PC ENTERS FOR DAVEY]

DAVEY:

(TO RECORDER) Interview suspended at 10.34 hours.

[STOPPING THE RECORDER, HE STANDS]

DAVEY:

(TO PHIL) You have a think, eh? But you'll wanna come up with

something better than "I've been framed."

[EXITING THE INTERVIEW ROOM (LEAVING PHIL

DESPAIRING), HE JOINS JANE IN THE OBSERVATION

ROOM]

DAVEY:

Sorry I stood you up. It's all been going on here.

JANE:

So I gather. (RE PHIL) A tip-off?

DAVEY:

Yeah, anonymous, but at least the information line finally paid off. And,

wait for it, the DNA finally came back with a match: Sarah's the mum.

[JANE IS BLOWN AWAY]

JANE:

Or Lisa. The mitochondrial DNA would be the same between sisters.

DAVEY:

(STRUCK) Yeah, I suppose.

JANE:

(RE PHIL) But you're sure he's involved, too?

DAVEY:

The lock of hair's at the lab, now. Course he's denying everything...

(PERPLEXED) reckons someone drugged his dog, Lee Millar hassled his

Dad...

[JANE HESITATES, TROUBLED BY THAT]

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