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** NOVEMBER 29TH ** |
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*** MATTHEWS RESIDENCE - 7:10 PM *** |
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| Ian and Polly are seated in front of the TV. | |
| Ian Page: | Yuck, do we have to watch this? It's full of kissing! |
| Polly Page: | Oh grow up will you, it's better then that stuff with the guns. It's only Neighbours for pity's sake. |
| Ian Page: | I hate Neighbours! I want that cool police show with the car chases! |
| Ian prods Polly. | |
| Ian Page: | I want the remote! |
| Polly Page: | No! Get lost. |
| Polly pushes Ian away. He pushes Polly back. | |
| Ian Page: | Gimme the remote! I hate this soppy stuff! I want that police show, not yucky pictures of people kissing! |
| Polly elbows him in the ribs, somewhat annoyed. | |
| Polly Page: | Piss off, will ya! It'll be over in a sec. I just wanna see what happens. |
| Ian Page: | You know what happens! They get married and have lots of gross little babies! Yuck! |
| Ian and Polly fight over the remote control. | |
| Polly Page: | No, that's not this girl! Now bugger off! |
| Polly pinches him on the arm, hard. | |
| Ian Page: | You pinched me, you girl! Ow, that hurt! |
| Ian punches Polly in the stomach as the phone rings out in the kitchen. Greg goes to answer it. | |
| Polly Page: | You rat! |
| Polly grabs Ian by the upper arms, digging her nails in as she throws him backwards onto the beanbag. | |
| Polly Page: | Now just shut up and let me watch this! |
| Ian leaps to his feet and wraps his arms around Polly's knees. | |
| Ian Page: | No! I don't want to see your stupid girly shows! |
| Polly Page: | Let go or I'll get Bella to eat all your roaches! |
| Ian trips Polly up and she falls to the floor. Polly squeals and Bella pads over towards the children, defensively. Ian overpowers his sister and pins her to the ground. Bella walks over to Ian and sniffs him but he pats her on the head and she walks out of the room. Polly watches her dog depart helplessly as she lies on the floor. | |
| Ian Page: | Now I got the remote! Woohoo! I can put it on that cool police show! |
| Ian points the remote at the TV and changes channels. Loud, garish music blares out of the television. Polly huffs, throwing herself onto the sofa, carelessly throwing magazines at her brother. | |
| Polly Page: | Dead roaches, dead roaches, Bella's getting roaches for tea! |
| Polly smirks at Ian, in a sing-song voice. Ian grabs at Polly and the two children wrestle with each other for a little while. | |
| Ian Page: | Get your filthy dog away from my roaches! They'll eat Bell-face for breakfast and chew on you for tea! |
| Greg walks into the room with a strange expression on his face. He sees the two children fighting with each other and he clears his throat loudly. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Polly! |
| Polly punches Ian in the chest before pulling herself to her feet and looking across at her stepdad. | |
| Polly Page: | What? |
| Greg Matthews: | Get off your brother. I want to speak with you. |
| Greg glares at the small girl. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Now. |
| Polly sticks her tongue out at Ian, following Greg into the kitchen. | |
| Polly Page: | What? |
| Greg carefully closes the kitchen door then turns to face Polly. | |
| Greg Matthews: | That was the doctor on the phone. |
| Polly lowers her head, with a shrug. | |
| Polly Page: | So? |
| Greg Matthews: | He's been doing some tests on that blood you gave him yesterday. He just got the results back and he rang to tell me. |
| Greg hesitates. Polly narrows her eyes, looking down at the ground. | |
| Polly Page: | What's wrong? |
| Greg Matthews: | You've been very careless. He tested it and he found... a complication. You're a liability now Polly. |
| Polly looks somewhat confused and concerned. | |
| Polly Page: | Whatcha mean? |
| Greg Matthews: | The last time you slept with someone you caught a horrible disease. You're useless now, I can't use you anymore. I'm going to have to dump you, you stupid cow! |
| Greg gives Polly a cold glare. Polly looks terrified. | |
| Polly Page: | But what happens now? Can't the doctor fix it? |
| Greg nods his head slowly. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Perhaps. But why should I bother with a whore like you? You're not worth the effort or the expense! |
| Greg takes a step towards Polly. | |
| Greg Matthews: | You're a hell of a lot more trouble than you're worth, Polly Page! |
| Polly looks up at him defensively. | |
| Polly Page: | But you have to let me see the doctor. Otherwise I'll have to tell Mum! |
| Greg's face turns a dark shade of red. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Oh you will, will you? |
| Greg reaches across to the kitchen bench and picks up a small saucepan. | |
| Greg Matthews: | You'd tell her about this would you? You'd break your promise? |
| Greg walks towards Polly with the saucepan raised. Polly cringes slightly, taking a step backwards. | |
| Polly Page: | Only if you won't take me to the doctor. Anyway, I don't see why I shouldn't tell her, I'm sick of all this crap. The only one I like is Charlie anyway. |
| Greg reaches out with his right arm and pulls Polly towards him. The saucepan hangs loosely by his side. | |
| Greg Matthews: | You are infected now, Polly. If you tell your mother she won't want you to be cured. Do you understand me? You could easily die. |
| Polly looks pleadingly up at him, her voice softening. | |
| Polly Page: | What can I do? |
| Greg Matthews: | You could have a special operation to remove the disease. You would be better afterwards. But give me one good reason why I should pay for such an expensive operation for such a little slut. |
| Polly Page: | Well, you, you have to! Otherwise everyone will find out! |
| Greg Matthews: | Good point, Polly. Unless, of course, I decide to dump you in the Thames so that nobody ever finds you. |
| Greg pulls Polly towards him quickly. Polly looks up at him, petrified, trying to pull from his grasp. | |
| Polly Page: | Let, let me go... |
| Greg and Polly struggle for a few moments as Greg loses his temper. | |
| Greg Matthews: | You stupid slut! Why didn't you tell me you'd started your periods? Will you stop that? Stop that! |
| Greg lashes out with the saucepan and catches Polly a glancing blow to the right hand side of her head. Polly clasps her hand over her eye with an agonised cry. She sobs lightly, dropping to the floor. Greg steps back and the saucepan drops from his hand and clatters on the floor. He looks down shocked at Polly as blood streams from above her eye. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Now look what you've made me do! |
| Polly looks up at him fearfully, too shocked to resist. | |
| Polly Page: | You.. hit me. |
| Greg Matthews: | So I did. |
| Greg looks slightly ashamed of himself. | |
| Polly Page: | I hate you! Leave me alone! |
| Polly drags herself into a corner, still crying. Greg watches her as she moves across the room. | |
| Greg Matthews: | I'm sorry Polly, I didn't mean to hurt you... I was just a bit mad at you for not telling me that you'd started your periods. Now you've caught a horrible disease because of it! I'm concerned for you, that's why I hit you! |
| Polly slowly takes in his words, looking up confused. | |
| Polly Page: | Whatcha mean? I'm telling you, I never started 'em. I woulda told ya, coz Vicky said I had to tell you! |
| Greg's face assumes an odd expression. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Well surely you would have known if you'd started? Did you ever wake up with blood down there? |
| Polly shakes her head. | |
| Polly Page: | There hasn't been! Nuffink! |
| Greg shakes his head. | |
| Greg Matthews: | There must have been! You can't get this type of disease unless your periods have started! |
| Polly presses a handkerchief against her bleeding eye, still very confused. | |
| Polly Page: | What type of disease? |
| Greg replies gruffly. | |
| Greg Matthews: | That's not important. I will have to take you back to the doctor to get it fixed up. Do you want to be fixed up? |
| Polly nods slowly, remaining quiet. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Well then you will have to come with me to see the doctor again. Straight away. Without complaining. |
| Polly nods fearfully. | |
| Polly Page: | Okay. |
| Greg Matthews: | Good. Get your things and clean up your face, you look a mess. I'll put Ian to bed and meet you downstairs in a few minutes. |
| Polly looks slightly apprehensive. | |
| Polly Page: | Tonight? |
| Greg Matthews: | Now. |
| Greg glares at Polly and walks out of the kitchen, leaving the small girl there alone. | |
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*** DOCTOR'S OFFICE - 8:30 PM *** |
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| Larry admits the adult and child into the clinic, showing them through again to his office. Polly looks up fearfully at the doctor. | |
| Polly Page: | What are you going to do? |
| Doctor Grant: | Well you just go and wait back over there, okay? |
| Polly nods slowly then walks across and plonks herself on the bed. Greg turns to the doctor. | |
| Greg Matthews: | That's a good question actually. What are you going to do? |
| Doctor Grant: | Standard termination. D and C. Don't worry, I've only done this a few thousand times before. You've got the money? |
| Greg nods carefully. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Three hundred. Cash. Will there be any permanent damage to her? |
| Larry shakes his head confidently. | |
| Doctor Grant: | No, it's very routine. But she'll need to take few days off school, no squabbles with siblings and no punters at least for three weeks to a month. |
| Greg gasps. | |
| Greg Matthews: | A month? I can't have her out of business for that long! |
| Doctor Grant: | You can. Unless you want permanent damage or haemorrhaging. |
| Greg thinks carefully. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Very well. Just do your job and do it well. |
| Larry nods sharply, crossing the room to the little girl. | |
| Doctor Grant: | You alright there Polly? |
| Polly nods, frightened by the man. | |
| Polly Page: | What are you gonna do? |
| Doctor Grant: | Well, did Greg tell you about the special procedure I have to do? To make you all better? |
| Polly shakes her head. | |
| Doctor Grant: | In order to fix you all up, I have to perform a little operation, okay? It's nothing to be scared of and it'll only hurt a little bit. But you have to be really brave and stay perfectly still, otherwise you could get hurt. Okay? |
| Polly Page: | But what will you actually do? |
| Polly's voice assumes a whining quality. | |
| Doctor Grant: | I need you to put your legs back up here like you did yesterday. Then I'll give you a special injection, which will make you go to sleep. It'll take a bit longer though and you'll probably feel a bit sore afterwards. |
| Polly nods slowly. | |
| Polly Page: | Will I be okay then? |
| Doctor Grant: | You'll be fine sweetie but the main thing is that you must stay really still even if it hurts. That's really important. |
| Polly Page: | Okay. |
| Polly bites her lower lip. | |
| Polly Page: | This isn't gonna hurt too much is it? |
| Larry shrugs. | |
| Doctor Grant: | It depends but I can't promise that it won't. |
| Polly takes a deep breath then lies back, resigned and puts her feet in the stirrups again. She spreads her legs wide and winces slightly at the feel of the cold air against her skin and against the fabric of her soft, cotton knickers. Larry continues to busy himself unpacking equipment, only turning slightly. | |
| Doctor Grant: | I'll need you to take off your skirt and underwear too. |
| Polly reluctantly does as the doctor asks, sliding her lower garments over her feet. | |
| Polly Page: | Is that everyfink? |
| Doctor Grant: | That's fine. |
| Polly looks nervously at the doctor, awaiting his next move. | |
| Polly Page: | What are you gonna do now? |
| Larry pulls his stool to the foot of the table, dragging a small trolley of instruments next to it. He takes the small syringe and tightens the tornique around the girl's right arm. Polly flinches slightly. | |
| Doctor Grant: | It'll be okay, you won't feel a thing. |
| Larry taps lightly on her inner arm, trying to find a vein. | |
| Polly Page: | But what are you gonna do? |
| Polly bites down on her lower lip. | |
| Doctor Grant: | I told you before. I have to perform a special operation. So I have to put you to sleep first. Now hold still. |
| Larry slides the needle into Polly's soft flesh, administering the anaesthetic. Polly reluctantly keeps her arm steady, though she winces as the needle goes in. | |
| Polly Page: | Pwease don't hurt me. Pwease. |
| Polly looks at the doctor with her baby blue eyes. | |
| Doctor Grant: | Shush, it's okay. It'll all be over soon. |
| Polly slowly slips into unconsciousness as she clenches the doctor's hand. After a few moments her hands fall limply to her sides. | |
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*** MATTHEWS RESIDENCE - 11:00 PM *** |
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| Greg is unlocking the front door as he escorts the weary Polly inside. | |
| Greg Matthews: | How do you feel now? |
| Polly shrugs, as he leads her to her bedroom. | |
| Polly Page: | Tired. And my stomach hurts heaps bad. |
| Greg Matthews: | Well that's understandable. You're not in any pain are you? |
| Greg pulls back the covers on Polly's bed. | |
| Polly Page: | Not really. Just a tummy ache. Am I all better now? |
| Greg nods his head slowly. | |
| Greg Matthews: | The doctor said that you would make a full recovery. Just be careful for the next few days. And do not tell any one, understand? |
| Polly nods in reply, slipping into bed, her eyes falling closed. Greg sighs and gently pulls the covers up over the sleeping girl. | |
| Greg Matthews: | Silly girl. What am I gonna do with you? |
| Greg shakes his head and walks towards the door, switching the lights off. | |