From Darkness Page #3

LOLA:

Two girls...

JOHN:

...the remains of. Identification

won’t be easy. The builders who

found them didn't know whether to

call the cops or the museum.

LOLA:

How long?

JOHN:

The initial estimate’s 15 years.

LOLA looks around her at the half built luxury condos and

wasteland.

FROM DARKNESS EPISODE ONE

LOLA:

It’s going to be a sensitive case.

We need to be smart.

JOHN:

You’ve given me Boyce.

He half nods to young DS BOYCE stood freezing his nuts off by

the car.

JOHN (CONT’D)

Oxbridge educated, so sensitive he

faints at the sight of blood. Just

a shame that at the time of these

murders he was still breast fed.

LOLA looks at JOHN unimpressed.

JOHN:

There’ll be a full report on your

desk in the morning.

BEAT. And with that he goes to return to his car. LOLA

watches him for a second then... Then as she heads towards

the crime scene tent...

LOLA:

You know I do get it.

BEAT. JOHN looks at her.

LOLA (CONT'D)

A less experienced woman given the

job you've had your heart set on

for years, and then a black woman!

Not that you're racist or sexist.

No! You just feel discriminated

against - positively.

LOLA stops by the crime scene tent and looks at him.

LOLA (CONT’D)

Right now, all that experience

just says one thing: you were

here fifteen years ago... You

screwed up big!

And with that she heads in. ON JOHN: it’s the first time

we’ve seen any vulnerability in him. There’s truth in what

she’s said, truth that hurts. He glances around the wasteland

for a second then marches over to BOYCE and the car, texting

as he walks [A MESSAGE TO THE STATION TO TRACE AN ADDRESS/

CONTACT DETAILS - OF AN EX-CONSTABLE, CLAIRE CHURCH], all

pent up male aggression and frustration.

FROM DARKNESS EPISODE ONE

JOHN:

Find out what was here before, who

had access to it, the details of

everyone who lived and worked

within sight radius of the crime

scene 1995-2005.

BOYCE:

Got it.

JOHN:

Got it Boss.

BEAT. BOYCE looks towards LOLA’s departing car.

BOYCE:

Seems a bit...

JOHN:

She is... Two weeks into the job, a

double murder case to deal with, no

clue.

JOHN sends his text... looks up at BOYCE then out to the

wasteland, almost sighs.

JOHN:

The truth is colour, sex, it's

irrelevant to me. I always expected

to be working for a woman... Just

not that one.

BEAT. JOHN’s phone buzzes, he looks down at it. And starts to

head towards the car.

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