The Coroner

I'll get us somewhere better soon.

I know it's a bit skanky.

I quite like the idea of living in a caravan.

It's romantic.

It's mine. Might as well use it.

Should check the rest of the house. Ready? Yeah.

Stay in your room! Stay in your room!

Dad... Dad! Hey, leave her alone! No! No!

Get off me! You're hurting me! Leave us alone!

I'm calling the police - breaking and entering,

theft, abduction.

You can't stop us.

I'll get you sent away. Three years. Four.

You think a girl like Sophie's going to wait for someone like you?

Of course she will. She loves me.

Get off me!

She's a child! Leave me alone!

Get off!

Right. One minute till I call the police

and then I'll call the ambulance.

They'll scrape up what's left!

Dad, leave him alone!

Leave him alone!

ELECTRONIC DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

DOG BARKS

PHONE RINGS

Damn!

Hello?

Clint. What is it? What's happened?

Where?

Gora Point? OK, I'll see you there.

Perfect(!)

Beth? Beth? Clint's called.

Beth, I've got...

Mum?

Won't be a minute. Mum? Where are you?

I couldn't sleep. Fancied a walk.

I'll be back in a bit. THEY CHANT "DRINK, DRINK!"

Home. Now.

Lighten up! I haven't done anything.

I'll be back later.

That wasn't a request.

All right! God, it's not like anyone died!

Actually, they did. He was the same age as you.

Go home. What? Who's died?

I'm so busted. I don't know how she does it every time.

It's like she's psychic.

Who's died?

What? Oh, she didn't say. Some boy.

Never have kids.

Calamity!

Sorry. Right, we're just waiting on your say-so to move this body.

Steve Kernan, 16 years old - he's a local lad.

I knew him, actually.

Dog walker found him an hour ago.

You can move him now.

Sorry, I... Clint!

I'm more...living focused, you know, like friends and relatives.

Eurgh!

It's like having a massive whitey.

My boy! Oh, my God...

Mrs Kernan... I'm sorry, Steve. I'm so sorry...

Come with me. We'll let you see him as soon as you can.

May Kernan, Steve's mum. The dog walker called her.

They work together, apparently. Listen, you don't have to be here...

I want to be. See it first hand.

Do we know what happened?

Well, it looks like he killed himself.

Texted his mum last night at eight. "Sorry, can't take any more.

"Goodbye." Jumped at two minutes past four.

That's a bit specific.

His watch broke when he landed.

Right...

Where are you going?

To the top. Thought you wanted to see it first hand?

Oh...

SHE GASPS FOR BREATH

You took your time.

Ohhh...

Just look at that!

Beautiful, innit? Mm, yeah. Gorgeous(!)

Funny thing is we didn't find his mobile phone on him.

Oh! Hey, hey, all right?

Yeah. Just lost my footing.

What is that?

You've got a visitor.

I've got court.

She wouldn't give her name...so...

Five minutes. You put the kettle on.

Thank you.

Please, come in.

Hi. Jane Kennedy. Please take a seat.

How can I help?

I don't know who to talk to, I...

It's all right, take your time.

The boy. Last night... The boy who...

Steven Kernan?

The paper said he killed himself.

Please...

..you have to find out what happened to him...and who...

Who what?

Have you talked to the police?

No, no, I can't. I want to talk to you.

You're the coroner.

He didn't kill himself.

You have to help him.

Of course I will.

Sorry, I didn't ask your name.

First name's fine.

Get off! You don't have to drag me here.

Really sorry. I'll just be one minute. Hang on.

I can't do this. I'm sorry. I...

Look at the state of her!

Two more teas?

She's had enough to drink already. Haven't touched a drop.

Well, I'll get a breathalyser off Davey and you can prove it.

No need, I can smell the cider from here. What's the big deal?

You're 15! You sneaked out all night. You lied about it.

It's 11.30 in the morning and you're drunk!

You said you wanted me to make more friends.

I was with Stace. It was a beach party.

I couldn't let her go on her own.

You're grounded. What?

But I said where I was. I didn't do anything.

What, apart from lying and drinking? Good for you(!)

You're going into work with your gran.

I've got 20 barrels arriving, Mick's at the dogs.

You're on toilets.

She's a baby.

She wouldn't even get on a bus without me two years ago.

Do you want me to talk to her?

Give her a bit of a warning?

I think getting the police involved's a bit heavy-handed.

Come on, I'm a friend of the family.

I care about you.

All of you. And I can...

You know, you could just tell Annette you don't like this.

And hurt her feelings? No wonder all your relationships ended.

Thought you wanted to give me the PM results?

Oh, yeah, well, we got the initial results.

Steve's stomach stank of booze, but there was none at the scene.

Time of death between two and four-thirty

so that fits with the watch.

What do you know about him?

He was trouble.

Picked him up since he was 12 - shoplifting, fighting,

burglary, you name it.

Nearly got sent away twice.

Do you think it was suicide?

Well, he's not going to jump from the top of a tower for fun, is he?

You saw the text to his mum.

And if he was going there to mess about, he'd have booze on him.

That girl didn't think he killed himself.

That girl, the one who didn't give you her name.

She asked me to investigate.

I am. You don't need to get involved. I'll handle it.

Going to see his parents now.

Wouldn't want you fainting again, not like this morning.

I didn't faint. It was low blood sugar.

Ah, right, well, better have these then.

Oh!

Never did have a head for heights, did you?

Remember Kingsbridge, that big wheel?

No, no, no, that was food poisoning.

Catch you later, Calamity. Food poisoning - ha!

I just want to talk to you about Steve.

Right. Care now, do you?

You were always accusing him of stuff.

Brought him home in a cop car enough times.

Only when he broke the law. Not always.

You blamed him for everything.

May, I'm sorry about Steve, love, really, I am,

but you've got to let me in. I have to talk to you.

We'll talk to someone who isn't prejudiced.

Like who?

Do you think he was depressed?

He was never happy. Not here.

Too many arguments.

I should've been there for him...

Can't blame yourself, May.

All families argue.

Steve'd argue with a postbox, stubborn bugger.

He was out of control.

We tried our best, but...

You can't watch your kid 24/7.

Did he have a girlfriend?

Steve always kept himself to himself.

Hadn't seen him in days, had we?

Got in late, left early.

Reckon most nights, he never even came back.

We'll find out what happened to Steve, I promise.

Do you mind if I see his room, look through his things?

I'll take you up. You won't find much.

The bins want emptying.

Hi!

I'm hanging. Mum went mental.

Gran's got me on bog duty. They're disgusting.

Carry on after I left?

What is it?

That boy who died...