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** DECEMBER 10TH ** |
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*** CHEETHAM ROAD PRIMARY SCHOOL - 9:50 AM *** |
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| Viv is standing in the school assembly hall in front of a large class of young students, teachers and the headmaster. | |
| WPC Martella: | You have to be very careful when talking to strangers, because they can sometimes seem really nice but underneath all that they are mean people. For example, Sophie here... |
| Viv taps a picture of a large, plump, happy-looking woman that she has put up on an easel in front of the group. | |
| WPC Martella: | Sophie looks like a nice ordinary woman, she could be anyone's mother. But really she is a mean woman who likes to keep kids locked up in her cellar and assault them every night. Sophie is currently in jail because of what she did to kids like you. |
| Viv walks to the front of the stage and concludes her talk. | |
| WPC Martella: | She came up to kids and offered them lollies so they would get into her car. So what do you say if someone offers you something like that, kids? |
| Vicky calls out. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | You say thanks and grab a handful of lollies then run off! |
| Viv sighs as laughter breaks out around the room. | |
| WPC Martella: | What do you really do? |
| Jenny raises her hand and extremely over-confidently supplies the answer. | |
| Jenny Eggins: | You say "Go away" and you get away from the person very quickly. And you find your parents. |
| Viv smiles gratefully at Jenny. | |
| WPC Martella: | Very good. Now, are there any questions? |
| Vicky sticks her hand up. Viv nods at her cautiously. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Can we go now? |
| WPC Martella: | In a minute. Any other questions? Sensible ones? |
| Jenny pokes her tongue out at Vicky snobbishly. | |
| Jenny Eggins: | What do we do if we're not with our parents? |
| WPC Martella: | You run and try to find a teacher or a police officer, like me. You can always talk with police officers and if a stranger comes up to you should come down to the police station and tell us about it, all right? |
| Viv nods again at Jenny, whose hand has shot up again. Polly rolls her eyes at Vicky in response to Jenny's eagerness. | |
| Jenny Eggins: | Miss, are there lots of bad women out there like Sophie? |
| WPC Martella: | No, most people who look nice are really nice people. It's just the few people who like to hurt and abuse children that you have to watch out for. Now is that everything? |
| Viv smiles across at Mrs Hagley as the room falls silent. | |
| Mrs Hagley: | I think so. Thank-you very much, Miss Martella. Children, will you join me in thanking the officer. |
| The teacher claps her hands. Vicky wolf whistles as the other kids clap politely. | |
| Polly Page: | I so was about just stand up and leave! Stupid school assembles. They're the worst. |
| Vicky Hagen: | Yeah but that woman was pretty cool. She didn't flinch like most people do when I get cheeky. |
| Vicky and Polly reach the door and stand outside, blinking in the sun. | |
| Polly Page: | She's a police officer, idiot. She has to deal with tougher people than you! |
| Vicky Hagen: | Hey calm down, it was just my opinion. Why have you been so snappy today? |
| Polly narrows her eyebrows as they head along the corridor. | |
| Polly Page: | What do you care? |
| Vicky Hagen: | Because you seemed all right at the start of the sleepover, but you've been a right cow ever since. Have you finally gotten your P-plates, eh? |
| Polly shoves Vicky in the arm. | |
| Polly Page: | Not that it's any of your business but yes! Happy? And I got into heaps of trouble for it. |
| Vicky frowns. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Wasn't your stepdad happy about it? |
| Polly scoffs. | |
| Polly Page: | Like you expected him to be? |
| Vicky Hagen: | I guess. But at least you're not pregnant! You'll have to be careful from now on. |
| Polly gives Vicky a very dirty look. | |
| Polly Page: | Just shut up about it all, will ya! I'm sick of always talking about that stuff. |
| Vicky Hagen: | Okay, fine. Jeez, lighten up would ya? |
| Vicky and Polly stand there in silence for a few moments when suddenly they are both alerted by a feminine voice from behind them. | |
| WPC Martella: | Polly! I thought I recognised you. |
| Viv walks over to the children and smiles down at Polly. | |
| Polly Page: | Ah, yeah. Hi. |
| Polly looks across at Vicky desperately trying to get out of the situation. | |
| WPC Martella: | How are you, Poll? |
| Vicky looks up curiously at the woman but doesn't say a word. Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | Fine. You? |
| WPC Martella: | I'm great, I have a new boyfriend. I asked your Uncle Charlie if he'd let me take you to see a movie with my little sister one day but he said you were too busy at school. How is school going by the way? |
| Polly Page: | Stinks. Same as always. |
| Viv frowns slightly. | |
| WPC Martella: | What's the matter Polly? You seem a bit down. |
| Polly raises an eyebrow, almost surprised. | |
| Polly Page: | So? |
| WPC Martella: | I don't like seeing little girls depressed, especially nice ones like you. What's the matter, love? Is it something at home? Can I help? |
| Polly Page: | Somehow, I don't think so. Not like you'd understand anyway. |
| Polly pulls Vicky away by the arm. Viv is slightly hurt. | |
| Polly Page: | Let's go, Vicks. |
| Vicky Hagen: | Umm, sure. Nice meeting you, lady! |
| Vicky and Polly walk away from Viv without looking back. Viv stands there with a hurt, confused expression on her face. | |
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*** CHEETHAM ROAD PRIMARY SCHOOL - 11:00 PM *** |
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| Ian is sitting in class looking at his maths textbook. He is seriously bored. | |
| Ian Page: | Hey Peter, do you wanna go peeking in the girls toilets again later on? |
| Ian grins at his friend sitting next to him. | |
| Peter Ashton: | Okay, but make sure they don't catch us like last time. That was embarrassing and Mrs Hagley almost found out! |
| Ian shrugs. | |
| Ian Page: | She's a girl too. They stick together, the silly cows. Anyway I put a frog in her handbag to get her back. |
| The teacher glares at the two boys. | |
| Mr Lloyd: | Those sums aren't going to do themselves, Ian and Peter. |
| Ian Page: | Yes Mr Lloyd. |
| Ian groans and goes back to his textbook. | |
| Ian Page: | Silly prat. |
| Ian whispers under his breath. Peter giggles. A young, brown-haired girl turns around in her chair, glaring at the two boys. | |
| Cass Rickman: | Do you two mind like? Some of us are trying to learn this! |
| Ian Page: | You just fancy the teacher, Cass. You should stop trying to suck up to him. |
| Ian glances over but Mr Lloyd is busy with his work and hasn't noticed them. Cass sticks her nose in the air proudly. | |
| Cass Rickman: | I don't have to suck up to anyone. I get 'A's' for everything! Unlike yourselves! So shut up and stop turning my 'A' plus into a minus! |
| Cass turns back to her work with a flick of her hair. | |
| Ian Page: | Snotty cow! Last time you were snogging her, did she taste like dung, Pete? Don't know how you can bear to put your mouth anywhere near her! |
| Peter punches Ian in the arm. | |
| Peter Ashton: | Oh, give it a rest, Page! |
| Ian Page: | You give it a rest. That Cass is such a bitch, how can you put up with her? |
| Peter Ashton: | You're just jealous! |
| Ian raises his eyebrow. | |
| Ian Page: | Of you and her? I feel sorry for the two of you, to be honest. When's the wedding? |
| Peter Ashton: | Oh very funny! We're divorced, remember? You were my witness? |
| Ian Page: | Well if you're divorced, stop sticking up for her. She's dirty and she's smelly and she sucks up to the teachers. We should put her down! |
| Peter giggles. | |
| Peter Ashton: | She'll never so much as reach your shoulder, she's already way down! |
| Cass turns around again, glaring at Peter. | |
| Cass Rickman: | I said, shut up! Prats! |
| Ian Page: | You shut up, short stuff. Met any nice knees lately? |
| Ian and Peter chuckle. | |
| Cass Rickman: | You cut that out, bully! The whole school heard about what you did to the prep girl! |
| Ian sneers. | |
| Ian Page: | She deserved it. I'll do the same to you if you don't shut up, Rickman. Like all women, you're a stupid slut and you deserve to be beaten up. |
| Cass Rickman: | You're screwed up Page! You'll never even get through the third grade! |
| Ian Page: | At least I'm not a whore, Rickman. A smelly, dirty whore who'll sleep with anyone and everyone. |
| The teacher hears Ian's raised voice. He stands up and starts to walk towards the group. | |
| Cass Rickman: | I would not, you little rat! |
| Ian Page: | You've slept with everyone in this class! Even the teacher! |
| Cass pushes her chair back and grabs Ian by the upper arm. The teacher frowns as he calls out. | |
| Mr Lloyd: | Children! Sit down! |
| Ian pokes Cass in the chest. | |
| Ian Page: | You're a slut, Rickman! |
| Cass gives Ian a furious expression, as she remains standing over him. | |
| Cass Rickman: | You're a bully! Bully, bully, bully! Plus your failing every subject and you'll get kept back this year! |
| Ian reaches into his pencil case and pulls out a pair of long, orange-handled scissors. | |
| Cass Rickman: | Oh yeah, real scared Page! Wimp! |
| Ian Page: | Say that again you tramp and I'll poke you full of holes! |
| Ian holds the scissors up menacingly. | |
| Mr Lloyd: | Ian! Put the scissors down! Now! |
| Cass sticks her tongue out at him, ruffling his hair. The teacher arrives on the scene and walks towards Ian with an angry expression on his face. | |
| Cass Rickman: | Ha-ha, teacher caught you! Baby! |
| Ian Page: | No! She's a cow and she called me a wimp! I'm going to stab her! |
| Cass Rickman: | In your dreams, Page! |
| Ian pushes past Mr Lloyd and attacks Cass with the scissors. | |
| Mr Lloyd: | Stop right there, young man. |
| The teacher grabs hold of Ian's arms. | |
| Ian Page: | Let go of me you idiot! |
| Ian struggles with Mr Lloyd for a few moments as the class watches on, open-mouthed. | |
| Mr Lloyd: | Drop the scissors Page or by God you'll be sorry! |
| Ian continues to struggle. He turns the scissors around and stabs Mr Lloyd in the arm with the sharp end. | |
| Mr Lloyd: | Shit! |
| The teacher pulls away and stares at the scissors stuck in his arm with horror. Blood starts to seep along his shirtsleeve. Cass runs over to the teacher quickly, telling one of the other girls to get the teacher next door. | |
| Cass Rickman: | Are you okay, Sir? |
| Ian Page: | I'm... I'm sorry! I meant to stab her, not you! |
| The teacher nods, though he is in obvious pain. | |
| Mr Lloyd: | Shut up Page! |
| The teacher roars at Ian. Peter looks over in undisguised shock at his mate, moving away from him quickly. Ian steps back awkwardly as the classroom erupts. | |
| Peter Ashton: | You've gone too far, Ian! They'll have you for this! |
| Mr Lloyd: | We will indeed. |
| The teacher nods grimly and grabs Ian by the scruff of the neck with his good hand. | |
| Mr Lloyd: | You're coming with me to the headmaster's office. Then you're going to be kicked out of the school for good and not before time! |
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*** DRIVING FROM CHEETHAM ROAD PRIMARY - 3:00 PM *** |
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| Polly Page: | You're an idiot Ian! You're mad! |
| Ian sits in the back seat curled up. He doesn't reply. | |
| Greg Matthews: | You've really done it this time, Ian. Expelled... |
| Greg shakes his head. He can't believe it. | |
| Anne Matthews: | Now what are we going to do with you! |
| Ian Page: | I'm sorry! It was an accident! |
| Ian is miserable and depressed. | |
| Anne Matthews: | You're too old for that now, Ian! You have no idea how angry I am with you! How could you do something like this! |
| Anne's voice rises in volume by the word. Ian cowers in the back seat. | |
| Ian Page: | It was an accident! It was all the stupid teacher's fault. |
| Polly Page: | Why were you threatening the other girl in the first place! |
| Ian Page: | Because she's a girl and she's stupid. She's a right snobby tart. |
| Greg Matthews: | Ian, put a sock in it. |
| Ian Page: | No! It's true, she's real mean. She'd eat you for breakfast, Polly. |
| Polly looks sceptical. | |
| Polly Page: | Who? |
| Ian Page: | The pathetic little short one, Cass Rickman. |
| Anne Matthews: | Ian, I just can't believe you! Why would you even think of stabbing anyone with scissors! |
| Ian shrugs his shoulders. | |
| Ian Page: | I told you, it was an accident! He ran towards me and they got in the way! |
| Anne Matthews: | But why have them out in the first place! |
| Ian Page: | I was going to stab Cass! She's the one that deserves to be stabbed, not the stupid teacher. |
| Anne loses her temper, screaming at her son. | |
| Anne Matthews: | You don't stab anybody! |
| Anne stops, taking a deep breath and calming down. | |
| Anne Matthews: | I don't know how we're going to sort you out, Ian. Now's not the time. |