EXT. THE ENGLISH CHANNEL. DAY 1. 07:05

GRAVELLE:

NSE UNDERTAKERS ASSISTANTS, NSE FUNERALGOERS

[TWO MILES OFFSHORE, A MOTORBOAT BOBS IN

WAVES. ON THE BACK IS A RAISED COFFIN

DRAPED IN A UNION JACK. AROUND IT STANDS

GRIEVING NSE FUNERALGOERS LISTENING TO

JOSEPH GRAVELLE (59), A CLIPPED MAN SURE

THAT UNDERTAKING NEED NOT BE

UNFASHIONABLE. FROM THE BOAT’S TINNY

SPEAKERS ELGAR’S “NIMROD” PLAYS AS

GRAVELLE READS A FEW LINES OF TENNYSON]

GRAVELLE:

…“But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home.”

[AN NSE FUNERALGOER WIPES HER EYE]

GRAVELLE:

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we now commit Margaret Crighton to the deep.

[TWO NSE UNDERTAKERS ASSISTANTS RAISE THE

FLAG-COVERED COFFIN SO THAT IT SLIDES INTO

THE SEA. THE UNION JACK REMAINS ABOARD. ONE

OF THE NSE FUNERALGOERS TAKES A WREATH OF

WHITE ROSES AND THROWS IT INTO THE SEA

AFTER THE SWIFTLY SINKING COFFIN]

GRAVELLE:

May she rest in peace.

[OUT ON FLOWERS FLOATING]

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EP2/SC3. EXT. GREYROCK POINT. DAY 1. 07:13

CLINT:

DOG:

[A SURFER PULLS HARD AGAINST THE WATER TO

CATCH A WAVE. HE SURFS IT BEAUTIFULLY

BEFORE SITTING BACK DOWN ON HIS BOARD.

JUST AS HE’S ABOUT TO KICK BACK INTO THE

DEEP, SOMETHING ON LAND CATCHES HIS EYE. ON

THE BEACH, A DOG IS SNIFFING AROUND A DEAD

BODY]

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EP2/SC4. EXT. GREYROCK POINT. BEACH. DAY 1. 07:15

CLINT:

DOG:

[THE SURFER RUNS THROUGH THE WASH, BOARD

UNDER ARM. THIS IS CLINT. THE SIGHT THAT

GREETS HIM MAKES HIM WRETCH; A NAKED DEAD

BODY, BLOATED BY DECOMPOSITION GASSES.

EVEN THE DOG IS REPULSED]

CLINT:

(TO DOG) Gross.

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TITLES:

EP2/SC5. INT. JUDITH’S HOUSE. KITCHEN. DAY 1. 07:44

JANE, BETH, JUDITH

[JANE’S ON THE PHONE TO CLINT WHILST BETH

AND JUDITH SIT AT THE KITCHEN TABLE. JUDITH’S

ENGROSSED IN A LINGERIE MAGAZINE AND BETH’S

SIMULTANEOUSLY SCROLLING THROUGH HER

PHONE, COMMENTING ON JUDITH’S CHOICES AND

EARWIGGING HER MOTHER’S CHAT]

JANE (ON PHONE):

And is Davey there yet? I’ll be over in fifteen can you hold tight?

[SHE POURS COFFEE]

JANE (ON PHONE) (CONT’D):

Then put a jumper on. Look just hold tight, Clint, or hang ten or whatever

you do.

[SHE HANGS UP AND SCRAMBLES TO COOL THE

COFFEE IN THE FEW SECONDS SHE HAS LEFT]

BETH:

They’ve found another one? That’s, what, two in as many weeks?

JANE:

Three.

BETH:

Where’s this one?

JANE:

Greyrock Point. Clint was out surfing and stumbled on it.

JUDITH:

Clint can stumble on me anytime he fancies.

[JANE MEETS HER MOTHER’S EUPHEMISM WITH

SILENCE. BETH POINTS TO AN ITEM IN THE

CATALOGUE]

BETH:

Is that lace or –

JUDITH:

Satin. Comes in red or silver.

BETH:

I’d go silver.

JANE:

Not sure this is entirely appropriate for breakfast time.

JUDITH:

Should be by dinner. This lot do same day delivery and it’s a big night for

Mick.

JANE:

What’s special about tonight?

JUDITH:

He’s refreshed the menu at the Black Dog. He’s got new steaks, says he

even caught a few lobsters himself. You should come? Big night for him

downstairs so I thought we’d…celebrate upstairs.

JANE:

If I’m done in time I will.

BETH:

(SHOWING JUDITH HER PHONE) Here, this is the tattoo I’m getting.

JANE:

(GIVING JUDITH A LOOK) If I approve.

[JUDITH TAKES BETH’S PHONE AND ADJUSTS HER

BIFOCALS]

BETH (CONT’D):

It’s a barcode tattoo. When you scan it it pings and the display reads my

name.

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