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It is our good friends Forensic Officer ALEC-ALEC and Forensic Officer ZOFIA POLITSI. There is the dead and operated on MR G. ZOFIA takes MR G’s heart out of a waste-paper basket.
ALEC-ALEC: Awesome idea! Let’s go to the cafeteria!
ZOFIA: Well, things were pretty exciting there for a minute or two. I think we deserve some pizza pie.
ZOFIA and ALEC-ALEC unsign the report. ALEC-ALEC begins unwriting the report.
ALEC-ALEC: And I’ll just get your signature here…
ZOFIA: I’ll dictate to you. Subject: Mr G. Age – 17. Cause of death – heart attack.
ALEC-ALEC: So what shall I put as the cause of death?
ZOFIA: Then you can start writing the report. Look at this. You see this discolouration along the left aorta.
ALEC-ALEC: I’ve finished cleaning up.
ZOFIA puts MR G’s heart back into his chest. ALEC-ALEC wipes blood onto the floor.
ZOFIA: I can’t be sure until I’ve seen it. Making incision.
ALEC-ALEC: So you think it was his heart that gave way?
ZOFIA: I’ve dealt with bigger problems than this. Hand me that scalpel. Right, now you clean the blood off the floor. I’m going to examine his organs.
ALEC-ALEC: Zofia, you are a genius.
ALEC-ALEC and ZOFIA take off their coats. ZOFIA puts them in a corner. They look worried.
ZOFIA: Let me think let me think… Got it!
ALEC-ALEC: He surely is. We’re fucked.
ZOFIA: He’s dead.
MR G comes back to life and begins struggling. ALEC-ALEC and ZOFIA beat him savagely. The blood is sucked back into MR G’s body (somehow). MR G gets to his feet.
ZOFIA: I kill you!
MR G: She’s my daughter now!
ZOFIA: That girl… was my daughter!
MR G: You have no idea who you’re messing with. So what if I killed that girl? There’s plenty of other girls in the world!
ZOFIA: Oh, now I’m getting irritated. Back in the chair.
MR G sits down.
MR G: Damn your questions! You can’t hold me here!
ALEC-ALEC: Forget your lawyer, we’ve got a couple more questions-
MR G: I want to speak with my lawyer!
ZOFIA: You’re a bright fucking spark, you are. You can consider yourself accused.
MR G: Are you… are you accusing me?
ZOFIA: What Detective Alec-Alec and I have been wondering is: how did your knife get to be in this compromising position?
MR G: So that’s where I left it!
ALEC-ALEC: We found it lodged in the throat of this murdered girl.
ZOFIA: It has your name engraved on the handle.
MR G: What could possibly make you think that this is my knife?
ALEC-ALEC: Yes, we’ve recovered this knife from a crime scene. We think it may belong to you.
MR G: I got a phone call at work saying that some of my property has been found…
MR G sits down.
ZOFIA: I’m Detective Zofia, this is Detectiev Alec-Alec. Please, have a seat.
MR G: Not at all, I just want to be of help.
ZOFIA: Thanks very much for coming in to speak with us here at the morgue.
MR G: That’s right, sure is.
ALEC-ALEC: Mr G?
MR G shakes both their hands, nods, leaves.
there come a knock at the door.