King Gulch Confidential (New)

EXT., HALLWAY/OUTSIDE SMALL BUILDING, DAY

Detective Andrew Tassel, young, new on job, squares his shoulders before entering outer room of the Morgue. Gives himself a little pep-talk.

ANDREW

Okay, Drew, you can do this. Yes, it’s your first murder, yes, you’re new on the job.

Sign on the wall instructs him to put on “sterile suit” hanging on wall and gloves. Also tells him to leave all phones and electronic devices in basket on counter. He does this while continuing the pep talk.

ANDREW (CONT’D)

But this is a frickin’ one horse town. And you have a degree, a degree in Criminology. Use your head. You probably know more forensics than this podunk doctor. Let’s just get this over quickly.

He opens the door and enters main room of Morgue.

INT., MORGUE, DAY

Body of KATHERINE FEATHER on slab, we see her bare feet and head. The rest of the body is draped. Medical Examiner ISAIAH CRANE examines the feet as Andrew enters. CRANE is a tall, thin, slightly morose man, given to folding his hands in front of his chest while speaking. His speech is cryptic, punctuated by the occasional inappropriate smile.

ANDREW

Hi. You are . . .?

CRANE

Isaiah Crane, M.D., J.D., Ph.D.

(turning)

Your M.E. You can call me Dr. Crane.

ANDREW

Hello. Hi. I’m Andrew Tassel. Detective Andrew Tassel.

CRANE

Welcome to King Gulch. How can I help you?

Andrew glances at the body as CRANE continues to examine lower extremities. He retches slightly.

CRANE (CONT’D)

What? Did you say something?

ANDREW

No, nothing. So, Dr. Crane can you give me any information about Ms. Feather’s death?

CRANE

Yes. . .

ANDREW

(impatient)

Well . . . Your report?

CRANE

. . . isn’t complete yet.

ANDREW

What? What am I doing here? You called me, said I should come over.

CRANE

I thought we should meet.

ANDREW

Really? Like I don’t have enough to do? Okay, as long as I’m here, how about a preview?

CRANE

I don’t do previews . . . But I’ll humor you since you’re new. Death occurred at approximately 11pm. Cause of death was asphyxia. But the blood work isn’t complete. The discoloration and edema of the feet and ankles I can’t figure out yet.

ANDREW

Great. How can give me a time of death when you don’t even know what she died of? You’re wasting MY time.

CRANE

I’m wasting your time? Listen, sonny, I’m not only the ME in this county, I’m the only doctor, too. You were the one who wanted me to get this autopsy done. I’d rather be delivering a baby somewhere.

ANDREW

Hey! Out here there have to be more deaths than births.

CRANE

Natural deaths, but not . . . Murder!

NOISE

She had lived there for ages.  When she first arrived, the walls of her apartment were thick.  In order to hear what was happening next door she had to strain her ears, even though her hearing was quite good.  Over the years, the vibrations, the rise and fall of decibels, the expanding and contracting frequencies, must have eroded wood and plaster.  How else to explain?  She was nearly deaf but clearly perceived the voices, movements, even the thoughts of her neighbors.  They might as well be in the same room as she.  They might as well be in her head.

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Weather Report

In the morning the sky will be clear.  Soon clouds will form.  Through the afternoon a storm will rage, dark and tempestuous.  Occasional, ironic patches of blue sky may appear.   Finally, sunset will be brilliant, a gathering calm before the Green Ray.

After nightfall, you will see Forever.

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