04x01 - Gone Tomorrow 1

[bunniefuu]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

A first encounter
with a dead body

provokes different
reactions in each of us:

fear, nausea, fascination.

With experience
you learn detachment,

you may even become hardened.

But to be a good pathologist,
you have to go beyond that,

because when all the
measurements are made

and the samples have been taken,

and the test results are in,

one simple truth holds the key:

that this was once a human being

who lived and breathed
and loved, like you and I.

[OPERATIC MUSIC]

[FOOTSTEPS]

[PEOPLE MURMURING]

Okay, gents, the wait is over.

Any time now. I gotta go.

[CLICKING]

[PEOPLE MURMURING]

[CLICKING]

[BLEEPING]

[PEOPLE MURMURING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[WHISTLING]

[PEOPLE MURMURING]

[MUMBLING]

[MUMBLING]

[HELICOPTER BUZZING]

McCallan, Daytripper


Erica Platform, endurance
two hours ten minutes.



Daytripper 15, McCallan.

Clear for takeoff.

[HELICOPTER BUZZING]

[BUS ENGINE ROARING]

[PEOPLE MURMURING]

[CAR HONKING]

[KEYS CLINKING]

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello, Sam Ryan.

Professor Ryan.

My name is Peterson,
Leslie Peterson.

I used to be a DI at the
Suffolk Force, m*rder Squad.

Sorry, I...

You acted for the defense
in a case of mine last year.

You took our expert
to the cleaner's.

I've just been
appointed crime officer

for the Lincolnshire district,

and I have started
at the deep end.

Unfortunate expression.

But two hours ago a helicopter
on its way to a gas rink

ditched in the North Sea.

14 passengers, two crew.

Air-sea Rescue are
looking out for survivors,

but it doesn't look good.

And I've instigated the
local contingency plan,

which means I need
a good pathologist.

[CAR HONKS]

There's a air taxi
standing by Northholt.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Right.

Well, I'll be right there.

Thank you, professor.

[CAR HONKING]

Mr. Peterson?

Tony Newsome, Air
Accidents Investigation branch.

The colleague, Malcolm Kittrick.

Thank you for
making it so quickly.

Any developments?

Rescue chopper is on
its second sweep now.

Nothing so far regards to
passengers or wreckage.

You have had an
aircraft accident?

Their last contact was
a May-Day at 16:07.

And since then nothing.

Any chance we can hear
the Air Traffic Control tapes?

Yes, they've been secured.

Good.

We'll need an office. We'll
be keep keeping statements.

It's in hand.

It's a pathologist.

Coming up.

Professor Ryan from
London University.

He'll be a lot of
use with no bodies.

I think you'll find he's a she.

Excellent.

Mine's milk with two sugars.

[HEAVY RAIN POURING]

[CAR HONKING]

For God's sake, Kevin!

Sorry, Mr. Thorn.

[CAR ENGINE ROARING]

This is the operation
room, gentlemen.

Sorry, Mr. Tilson,

operations are suspended
until further notice.

Is this a direct line?

Yes. No, dial nine.

Excuse me, if you wouldn't mind?

Sorry, it's just so awful.

Yes, thank you.

We'll be taking statements
from everyone later.

Margaret...

Go put the kettle on, right?

Uh, if you, gentlemen,
need me, I'll be in my office.

Eh, just a moment.

- Chris!
- Thank God!

What the hell is going on?

We heard nothing yet.

They're throwing
everything they got tight.

I bloody hope so.

How many on board?

- 16.
- Oh, God!

And you are?

Jim Thorn, president
of Thorn Air.

These gentlemen
are from the AAIB.

We'll be grateful if you and
Mr. Tilson will stick around.

Of course.

We shall need to speak
to you and all the personnel

that were on duty today,
including engineering.

If you will let us have a list?

We'll go to get it right
away. Come on, Chris.

Right.

Come on.

Now, will you?

Who was flying?

Matt Davies and Alan Monroe.

Matt?

Does Liz know?

Mm-hm.

I'll call her.

You go to the rest.

Margaret, you give him a hand.

I'm sorry, I can't.

I just can't!

Margaret, they'll be all right.

They've got life
floaters, dry suits...

They'll be fine.

No, they won't.

You know it!

Tell the canteen
they'd better stay open.

Right.

Should I offer them overtime?

God almighty, Chris!

LIZ: Here you go.

Oh, coffee!

Oh, right.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Thanks.

SELLER: Here you are, Liz.

Oh, someone is in trouble.

SELLER: Oh, yes.

[SIRENS WAILING]

LIZ: Joanne?

Mrs. Davies.

They're going to the airfield?

You've got your car?

Come on!

I won't be long, okay?

All right?

Do you think Martin is on board?

- Mike.
- Sorry, Mike.

Well, he was starting his shift.

Was it Mr. Davies' flight?

He was on standby.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Mr. Peterson?

Professor Ryan.

I'm glad you made it.

So am I.

Any news?

Not yet.

In these conditions, no
news is bad news, I'm afraid.

This way.

[PHONE RINGING]

Mr. Tilson, the general manager.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Mr. Thorn, the chief executive.

Who are you?

Sam Ryan.

Professor Ryan, our pathologist.

I'm sorry, but aren't
you a bit premature?

I hope so, with any luck
I won't be needed at all.

Jim, what's happening?

Liz, we were
trying to reach you.

Where is Matt?

Come into my office.

Rescue Center picked up a brief
signal, putting their position in this area

about 17 miles off the coast.

Deep water?



But the sea floor in that
area is all shifting sand.

The chances are it
swallowed the wreckage.

And everyone on board.

Unless they've got out alive.

And haven't drowned
or frozen to death.

So far all we have
to go on is this.

[STATIC]

PILOT: Daytripper


MAN: Daytripper 15 McCallan,

What is your position?

PILOT: Position,


[STATIC]

MAN: Daytripper 15
McCallan, repeat...

CO-PILOT: May-day, May-day.

[STATIC]

Two different voices.

The pilot gave Pan-pan,
the co-pilot gave May-day.

Why?

Well, presumably
the pilot was busy.

Things can get hectic when
your aircraft is going down.

There was 20 seconds between
the Pan-pan and the May-day.

Rate of acceleration due to gravity
is 32 feet per second per second.

Say they were
flying at 1,500 feet,

that's about 10 seconds
for a vertical drop.

Now, the Pan-pan call
wouldn't apply to a vertical drop,

but the May-day would.

My guess is some kind
of mechanical failure

which didn't immediately
disable the helicopter.

They managed to descend to 500
feet under some measure of control

and then lost it.

That's a lot of presuming.

Unless you have a better theory.

I try not to speculate
without evidence.

My problem is that I have


grounded in the North Sea alone.

I need answers as
quickly as possible.

I'd like to submit a draft
report within 24 hours,

but without an airframe,

the victims' bodies are the
only evidence we're likely to find,

which means it's
all down to you.

Except I don't have any bodies.

You will.

SAM: Who's going to be
looking after the families?

The local police.

I asked them to try
and get the details,

including photographs
of the missing ones.

SAM: I think we should
partition off a separate area

- for the next of kin.
- Um hmm.

And they can use that door.

Dissection tables and equipment.

We requested the emergency
kits stored at the M6.

They should be
here in three hours.

SAM: Health teams?

I started dragging
people out of bed.

Old habits die hard.

We need to find a cold
store for the bodies.

In this weather.

Can you stack those
against the firewall, please?

Your boss said
they'll be fine here.

No, people will trip over
them there, against the firewall.

And so, you know,
lads, in here...

She's the boss.

All right?

Weather at the time of takeoff.

Synoptic forecast: TAF, and the actual
from the current field at 1,800 local.

Wind: 045, 30 knots,

eight to 500, continuous
heavy rain, plus eight, plus six,



TILSON: Yes, the
weather was pretty hairy,

but it wouldn't have been
a problem for our crew.

They made flights in worse.

I'm not saying they were
flying illegally, Mr. Tilson.

I just wanna be able to rule
out the weather as a factor.

So the captain was
happy to take off?

He raised no objections.

If Matt had a problem,
he wouldn't have flown.

He's the captain,
it's his decision.

They left 40 minutes
behind schedule.

Captain Davies was
late arriving at the airfield.

I don't know why.

He suffered a lot
of delays recently.

Was another late takeoff
gonna jeopardize the contract?

We have excellent
relations with the rigs.

They understand the
constraints we operate on.

So the contract was safe?

Unless some cowboy operation
would have come along and undercut us.

Matt Davies, good pilot was he?



I couldn't tell him
what to do if I tried.

We all trust each other's
professional judgment.

That's how we work.

Yes, but I just
want to see his log.

And a full maintenance and
service history of this helicopter,

plus all the parts
verification documents.

And I shall be taking
statements from you,

Mr. Tilson here and
your engineer, Mr...

TILSON: Connel?
- Yeah.

If you think it will be useful.

And I should start on it now, if I
were you, while you're still fresh,

in case it's
needed in the court.

I'll go and find Keith Connel.

- Your fire extinguisher is out to date.
- What?

[SIRENS WAILING]

TILSON: They're
coming to talk to you.

Just be careful what
you say. You'll need this.

[MUMBLING]

You wanted this
all in paperwork.

There it is.

- It is a bit bloody late though, isn't it?
- Just put it in the files.

The AAIB closed
the sogging files!

Keith, sorry, I've just
heard about the crash.

Oh, I've got some work to do.

I can't talk now.

What about Jonathan?

Was he on board?

Come on.

[MURMURING]

Mr. Tilson?

I understand there's
an office I can use.

Yes, of course.

It's not just business
with Jim, it's personal.

Without him, this place
would have fallen long ago,

taking the town with it.

Have you worked here long?

He gave me my first
job when I left school.

Everything! And if I could
take his place out there, I would.

You know I would.

Yeah, right, easy to say now.

- Liz, love...
- Look, don't you Liz love me!

He was your oldest friend, Jim.

Christmas, New
year, he used to say,

"You don't mind,
love, having Jim over?"

And holidays was
you and me and him.

Wasn't just me and him.

Every hour that God
sent he flew for you!

- Liz!
- No!

Something had
to give, didn't it?

He tried to tell you time and
again but you wouldn't listen.

And now it's too late.

You've lost him.

You've lost all those men.

And everybody is gonna
know who's responsible!

They found a body.

A fishing boat picked
it up 20 minutes ago.

They're on their
way to the harbor.

I ought to get down there then.

Well, should I take you?

SAM: No, you have
enough to do here.

- Mr. Thorn?
- Yes, I'll give you a lift.

A fishing boat has found a body.

Do they know who?

They're bringing him in now.

They found a body.

Who is it?

They don't know yet.

But if it is him...

If Jonathan is dead...

What about us?

He's your husband...

You're married to him.

What about us?

[PEOPLE MURMURING]

They all had dry suits.

Dry suits, life
jackets, splash hood,

personal locator
beacon, flashlight, whistle,

curly bloody toy.

That's not gonna be
enough, though, is it?

He's been out
there for five hours.

He was gonna give
up the rigs as well.

I mean, I know it's dangerous,

and he's gone for weeks
on end, but it's good money.

Then I fell pregnant again and
so we said we'll wait til I was due,

to be a proper family again.

We never had kids.

What if we don't get the chance?

[PEOPLE MURMURING]

It's Alan, the co-pilot.

POLICE OFFICER: Hey, you, lads,

got the harnesses down there?

JIM: Did you see
any sign of anything?

Did you see anyone
else out there?

Quiet, please!

- I found a pulse. JIM: What?

SAM: Get an ambulance,
quick, it's very faint!

Get some blankets
to keep him warm!

Mrs. Monroe?

He's alive!

He's still alive.

[RAIN HUMMING]

[CAR HORN HONKING]

For God's sake,
get out of the way!

JIM: Move it!

[CAR HORN HONKING]

Get out of the way!

JIM: Naughty journalists!

Everything we've achieved,

and as soon as something goes
wrong, it's like a plague of rats.

Death and destruction
sell newspapers, I suppose.

How do you put up with it?

The morbid curiosity?

No, the whole thing.

You mean what's a nice girl
like me doing in a job like this?

I wasn't trying to chat you up.

I'm away for something to eat.

[CAR ENGINE RUNNING]

PETERSEN: Professor Ryan. Sam.

The photographs of the
passengers and the crew.

SAM: Oh, thanks.

Oh, and the hospital
rang about the co-pilot.

How is he?

He's okay, but he's in a comma.

At least he's still alive.

Fancy some company?

ANN-MARIE:: No, not really.

Oh, come on.

Trust the man, not the machine.

That's what they say, isn't it?

Those fly boys.

So who's fault
is we're all here?

Shut up, Anne-Marie.

I don't need the
sudden lady of the manor

sitting there telling us that
everything is gonna be okay.

She's not.

Her husband is
out there as well.

Why the hell did he have
to take mine with him?

Sorry about that.

She's a cow.

No, she's not.

It's only what
you're all thinking.

My husband is the pilot.

Must be his fault!

It's not, really, it isn't.

[SIGHS]

[BIRDS CALLING]

[SIREN WAILING]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

How many?

Just one.

Dead or alive?

Okay.

[SIREN WAILING]

Everyone's here.

SAM: Good morning.
ALL: Good morning.

SAM: Thank you all for
coming on such short notice.

You all know we may
be here for several days.

What you may not appreciate is
the sheer size of the task we face.

Loss of life on this
scale can shake,

even the most experienced.

Many people are counting on us.

Not just the official inquiry,

but relatives and loved
ones waiting for news.

So, for their sake, we have
to be absolutely methodical,

absolutely certain
of our findings.

I don't want any speculation,

any theories passing
these four walls.

Ultimately, all we can offer these
men and their families is the truth.

[HELICOPTER HUMMING]

Okay, let's be ready.

I wanna see him.

Listen, it won't help!

No, no, no, no, no.

LIZ: Leave it, Jim.

She's all right.

Mr. Connel?

We're still waiting
for you statement.

Yeah, I know.

Well, are you free now?

I'm just gonna see if my
mate's body is on that chopper.

If that's all right with you.

PETERSEN: Right
through, gentlemen. Thanks.

Come on! Come on!

Come on, one, two and three!

Paul, can you get me
the report sheet, please?

The chart Paul, come on.

SAM: Body 01.

Oh, I'll need a paper link.

I'll need photographs,
front and back, please.

- One of the air crew, yeah?
- Yeah, it looks like it.

We'll have to check
his clothing and jewelry.

Body 01 is male.

In his forties, well nourished.

Get the suit off him.

Check his pockets, then...

Jewelry is a plain gold
wedding ring and wristwatch.

Can you bag this, please?

ASSISTANT: Yeah.

Okay.

Watch is stopped at 16:07.

And bears the inscription
of "3rd August 92.

"To my darling Matt.

"Love, Liz."

Can you angle the
light, please, Paul?

[HELICOPTER HUMMING]

The right side of the
body is fragmented.

There's extensive damage

to the right side of the head.

Pieces of plastic,

possibly from interior trim of
the cockpit instrument panel.

Are embedded

in the right side
of the forehead.

[CLINKING]

Damage to the skull.

There are small dry
flakey patches of skin

inside the left armpit.

Indicate he suffered
from eczema.

It's difficult to determine the
condition of the skin on the right

due to trauma on that side.

The light, please, Paul.

What is it?

I don't know, take a look.

An injection?

Or a blood test of some sort?

- Can we find his medical records,
please? ASSISTANT: Yeah, I'll get them.

SAM: I'd like a
photograph of this.

What sort of restraint
was he meant to use?

A full harness.

You mean he wasn't?

After a major impact like
that you'd expect to find

severe bruising where the
harness meets the body.

I saw it on Monroe,
but there's none here.

Why would he have taken his
harness off before he hit the water?

Was he trying to bail out?

Let's wait and see.

[KNOCKING]

Mr. Connel?

Hello?

[BUZZING]

You look a shambles, Chris.

Here, clean
yourself up a little bit.

Jim, I'm sorry.

The body...

They think it's Matt.

Your engineer,
Mr. Connel, is he around?

Have you tried the
maintenance hangar?

It's not my job to play
hide-and-seek with your employees.

Cooperation isn't
optional, Mr. Thorn.

Keith Connel's best friend
was in that helicopter.

Yes, and he was so distraught

that he wiped the maintenance
schedule from the board.

Fine.

Well I'm going through the
documentation by myself.

I've seen Malcolm rebuild a 747 from
wreckage spread over two square miles.

If there is an
irregularity, he'll find it.

Why did he wipe the board?

I don't know.

Negligible fluid in the lungs

indicating he was unconscious
on entering the water.

Can we have a
photograph this, please?

[CAMERA CLICKING]

SAM: Light, please, Paul.

[HELICOPTER HUMMING]

[GROANING]

This man d*ed of a heart att*ck.

Heart att*ck?

It obviously occurred
before impact.

It explains why he
took off his harness.

Took it off?

When someone has a coronary,

they feel a crushing
pain in their chest.

Removing the harness would
have been an instinctive reaction.

These are fragments of plastic

we found on the
right side of his face.

It looks like... interior trim.

His head struck the cockpit
so fiercely, it shattered his skull.

I found a small subdural
hemorrhage but...

Excuse me...

Nothing like what you'd expect
if his heart had still be b*ating.

So, by the time they hit the
water he was already dead.

Nice work, professor, thank you.

I don't think the heart att*ck
was the cause of the crash.

What?

We already know he
sent the first distress call,

so they were already in trouble
before the co-pilot called the May-day.

But it can't be ruled out

the fact is, this pilot
had a heart att*ck.

- Yes, but...
- Tell the CAA.

Take the pressure off
them for the moment.

Why did he have a heart att*ck?

He was only 45.

Had regular medical checkups.

That heart's in a poor condition
in an otherwise a healthy man.

Could have been an inherited
condition or could just be stress.

If someone is under
constant pressure,

working late
nights, mixed shifts,

he might well end up
with a heart like that.

I've seen the pilot's rosters.

He schedule wasn't unreasonable.

That's if they stuck to them.

[BIRDS CALLING]

So they saved Alan's life?

Will he be all right?

I hope so.

He hasn't regained
consciousness.

Don't the police
usually do this?

It was very quick.

He d*ed of a heart att*ck.

Heart att*ck?

Now they're gonna
say it was his fault!

You can't be to blame
for a heart att*ck.

He had his check-up last week.

His heart was fine.

A1 condition.

I've lived with
this for 23 years,

knowing that he'd leave for work one
day and that'd be the last time we'd speak.

[SOBBING] I should never
have let him go last night.

Why?

Because he was too tired to fly.

He knew he shouldn't be
flying when he was exhausted,

but he had to for Jim.

Anything for Jim!

Would it show up
in the logbooks?

Depends who writes the log.

I want to see him.
Can I see him?

I'm so sorry.

His body is in the next room.

He's under a sheet.

You can stay with him
for as long as you like.

His face is partly covered
where it's been injured.

I'm sorry we hadn't
had time to repair it.

Would you like me
to come in with you?

[CRYING]

PETERSEN: Professor Ryan.

Davies postponed
his last medical.

And in three weeks

he would have been
grounded automatically.

Now, if he had told her
otherwise, then he was lying.

If he knew something
was wrong, it's his

fault, which makes it
very neat to Thorn Air.

Very neat for everyone.

Except for Liz Davies.

I keep thinking I'll see him

striding across the apron
with that stupid grin on his face.

Did he ever
complained of overwork?

You couldn't keep him on the
ground if you nailed his feet on the floor.

I said he should slow down
before he b*rned himself out.

He wouldn't have it.

It's not the way Liz sees it.

Don't get me wrong.

I love Liz, but she's
a bit highly strung.

Just living with her
is bloody hard work.

Matt wouldn't be the first man to
use his job as an excuse to get away.

[PHONE RINGING]

Was there something
wrong with him?

Why do you ask?

He told me he postponed
his medical for a fortnight.

Made some excuse.

If he knew something was
up, why didn't he tell me?

I don't know.

CONNEL: You
shouldn't be in here.

I couldn't stand it over there.

They were all staring at me,

they're judging me.

How can they judge you?

They don't know
anything, do they?

You know what
this place is like.

What have you been saying?

Nothing!

Keith?

- Do you still...
- Anne-Marie.

- I can't stop...
- Please!

I don't wanna lose you as well.

We don't know that he's dead.

Just tell me you
didn't do anything.

Do?

What do you mean do anything?

To the helicopter,
you didn't do anything?

Do anything?

[BANGING]

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You always said you'd
do anything for us.

I would.

You know I would.

I would.

I'm sorry.

[MOANING]

I'm sorry, I just wanted to
take a look at Daytripper 7.

- Be my guest.
- Thank you.

[OPERATIC MUSIC]