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*** POLLY'S BEDROOM - 8:10 AM *** |
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| Polly is sitting in her bedroom with her little jewellery box out. She is wearing her little jade bracelet and writing in her diary. The entry reads: | |
| Polly Page: | "Dear Diary. The only thing left to look forward to is the big reconstruction. Charlie said that he would make sure that I got a part in it and he rang Greg yesterday to tell him that I'm going to be an accident victim in the car that gets smashed up. Maybe something will go wrong and I will be killed for real when the accident happens? That would be nice..." |
| Polly slams her diary shut and quickly slips the bracelet off her wrist as she hears footsteps on the stairs outside. She pushes both the diary and the bracelet under her pillow and looks anxiously towards the door. Anne slips her head quickly into the room, noticing her daughter's guilty expression. | |
| Anne Matthews: | Polly? Come on, sweetie, you'll be late. And you still haven't done your hair yet! |
| Polly Page: | Hello Mum. |
| Polly idly runs her fingers through her hair. | |
| Polly Page: | I'm sorry. I've been busy.. |
| Polly trails off. Anne paces across the room, picking up Polly's hairbrush, gesturing for her to come over to her. | |
| Anne Matthews: | Now you know you've really been looking forward to today. |
| Polly Page: | I know, but I'm not a little girl Mum. I can brush my own hair. |
| Anne looks slightly hurt. Polly walks over to Anne and reluctantly sits down in front of her. | |
| Anne Matthews: | I know, I just wanted to help. |
| Anne slows runs the brush through Polly's medium length blonde hair. Polly leans her head back and allows Anne to slowly brush it. | |
| Anne Matthews: | Ponytail or plait? |
| Polly Page: | Ponytail. I get to be an accident victim today, Mum, so I don't want my hair getting in the way. |
| Anne nods, pulling her hair back. | |
| Anne Matthews: | Okay, angel. You just make sure your don't get hurt. If you weren't so keen for this, I'd be trying to talk you out of it. |
| Polly Page: | I'll be okay Mum. It's all been really carefully planned so that no one gets hurt. |
| Polly winces as the hairbrush catches in a knot of her hair. | |
| Polly Page: | Ouch! That hurtth! |
| Anne Matthews: | Sorry. I just had to get the knot out. |
| Anne finishes tying the dark green ribbon in Polly's hair. | |
| Anne Matthews: | Done. |
| Polly smiles up at her mother. | |
| Polly Page: | What are you doing today, Mum? |
| Anne chuckles lightly. | |
| Anne Matthews: | Well once I get you two off to school, sleep I guess. I'm leaving again tomorrow night. |
| Polly Page: | Where are you going? You won't be away for long will you? |
| Anne Matthews: | Just until the weekend. We're just doing a France and Germany run. |
| Polly looks at her mother hopefully. | |
| Polly Page: | One day will you take me with you to all those neat overseas places? |
| Anne Matthews: | Sure, once you've finished school. We'll all go on a big trip. |
| Polly pouts. | |
| Polly Page: | Do I weally have to wait that long? |
| Anne Matthews: | Yes, angel, you do. We have to save up enough money so that we can go somewhere really far away. Like Australia. Spend a few months there and really enjoy it. |
| Polly Page: | That would be nice. I'd love to hop around with the kangaroos. |
| Anne giggles, smiling down at her daughter. | |
| Anne Matthews: | You don't get to be with them sweetie! They're in zoos. |
| Polly nods gravely. | |
| Polly Page: | I see. Mummy, can I ask you a question? |
| Anne frowns down at the serious expression on Polly's face. | |
| Anne Matthews: | Sure. |
| Polly Page: | What's a period? |
| Polly turns her head upwards and looks her mother in the eyes. Anne draws a deep breath, feeling extremely overwhelmed. Sitting down next to Polly on the bed, she folds her hands in her lap thoughtfully. | |
| Anne Matthews: | I knew this moment'd come eventually, I guess. Polly, where did you hear about periods? |
| Polly Page: | Vicky told me. She said that she had them and I'm wondering whether I'm going to get them too. |
| Anne Matthews: | Well, it's kinda tricky to explain, Polly. You get your periods when you start to get older, like you and Vicky are now. It doesn't always have to happen at the same age, but you'll know when it does, because you get a lot of blood on your knickers. It's pretty scary at first, but it's perfectly normal and it goes away after a few days. But once your start getting periods, you get them every month for the rest of your life. |
| Polly looks puzzled. | |
| Polly Page: | Why? What's the point? |
| Anne Matthews: | Well, it's all a bit tricky. But it means that you develop into a woman and that you, in theory, could have a baby. |
| Polly Page: | But why do you have to bleed into your knickers to have a baby? That's the bit that I don't get. |
| Anne sighs awkwardly. | |
| Anne Matthews: | It's really complicated, but it's to do with your body. It gets ready for you to have a baby, but then when you don't, all the special stuff for the baby has to leave your body. That's how it does. |
| Polly Page: | So now that Vicky has her period, does that mean that she'll be having a baby? |
| Anne Matthews: | No, Polly. Vicky's too young to have a baby. It just means that she could have a baby. |
| Polly Page: | How would she have it? Is there something that you have to do? |
| Anne Matthews: | Well, yes Polly, you have to have sex to get pregnant. It's a very complicated combination of the two. Anyway, hurry up and go eat your breakfast, or we'll be late. |
| Polly hangs her head slightly. | |
| Polly Page: | Yes Mum. So if Vicky had sex then she could get pregnant? |
| Anne Matthews: | Well, yeah, but you don't have to worry about any of that for a good ten years or so. Now hurry up, sweetie! |
| Polly nods sadly, gets up off her bed and walks downstairs as her mother remains in the room, shaking her head. | |
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*** INSIDE AMBULANCE - 1:30 PM *** |
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| Viv and Polly are travelling in the back of the ambulance as it drives away from the school. Viv looks down at the small girl on the stretcher with amusement as Polly wipes the fake blood from her eyes. | |
| WPC Martella: | You were really good back there, especially as it was all unrehearsed. You're Polly, aren't you? |
| Polly Page: | Yup, that's right. That was heaps of fun! |
| Polly continues wiping the dried 'blood' from her face. | |
| WPC Martella: | So how did you come to be involved in all this? It's part of the job for me but how did a little girl like you get caught up in it? |
| Viv reaches across and hands Polly a tissue. Polly looks slightly hesitant to answer, shrugging as she takes the tissue. Viv sighs, looking down at the small girl. | |
| WPC Martella: | I guess you're a bit worn out from the excitement of it all. Can't say I blame you. Which part of the reconstruction did you like the most? |
| Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | I dunno. All the police lights and sirens were really cool. All the noisy equipment was a but scary though. |
| WPC Martella: | Were you a bit frightened when the firemen cut the roof off the car? I know I would have been. |
| Polly nods with a small smile. | |
| Polly Page: | It was okay though. |
| Viv smiles. | |
| WPC Martella: | What do you want to be when you grow up, Polly? |
| Polly Page: | I dunno, I really like the whole police thing. That'd be fun to do. |
| Viv raises her eyebrow. | |
| WPC Martella: | You'd like to be a WPC? You serious? |
| Polly nods her head eagerly. | |
| Polly Page: | Yeah, maybe. I dunno. |
| WPC Martella: | Do you know much about the police, Polly? |
| Polly Page: | No, not really. The uniform's pretty cool though. |
| Viv smiles and brushes the dust off her jacket. | |
| WPC Martella: | It is nice, isn't it? What do you like about it? |
| Polly Page: | It just looks really smart and all. The buttons are all shiny and I 'specially like the hat. |
| Viv takes off her hat and passes it to Polly. | |
| WPC Martella: | It's a bit big for you! But I think it suits you. |
| Polly giggles as the hat slips down onto her nose. | |
| Polly Page: | Mine fits heaps better. |
| Viv is briefly confused. | |
| WPC Martella: | You have a police hat? |
| Polly places the hat back onto Viv's head | |
| Polly Page: | Yup and a uniform too. It's really cool coz it fits me perfectly. |
| WPC Martella: | Where did you get that from? Did you Daddy buy it for you? |
| Polly Page: | Nope, from Carl. He's a friend of Greg's. |
| Viv grins. | |
| WPC Martella: | I used to have an uncle like that, always buying us prezzies on the slightest excuse. You're a lucky girl. |
| Viv brushes the hair away from Polly's forehead. | |
| WPC Martella: | Are you enjoying school, Polly? |
| Polly scrunches up her nose. | |
| Polly Page: | It's okay, except Mrs Anderthon hates me. |
| Viv looks puzzled. | |
| WPC Martella: | Why does she hate you? You seem like a lovely little girl. |
| Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | I fell asleep in a maths class and then didn't get the right answer, so she made me do detention. But she still hates me. |
| Viv shakes her head. | |
| WPC Martella: | I remember teachers like that. I used to hate them too. Do you have any really good friends at school? |
| Polly Page: | Yeah, Vicky. She gets back at Mrs Anderthon for me, so it's okay. |
| WPC Martella: | She stands up to the teacher? She sounds like quite a girl. |
| Viv is amused. | |
| Polly Page: | She yells right back at some of 'em. I'd never be able to do that! |
| Viv nods her head slowly. | |
| WPC Martella: | Good to hear. Do you have any brothers of sisters? |
| Polly Page: | Yeah, a little brother. He's a pain. |
| WPC Martella: | I have a little sister but she's quite nice. It can be horrible living with boys, can't it? |
| Polly nods her head thoughtfully, stuffing the tissues back into her blazer pocket. | |
| WPC Martella: | I'm glad that I don't have a little brother. Does he ever play tricks on you? |
| Polly Page: | Nah, not really. He just gets away with stuff and I always get blamed for it. |
| WPC Martella: | Such as? |
| Polly Page: | Just little stuff. Like this morning, he spilt his cereal all over the kitchen floor and I had to clean it up. |
| Viv nods gravely. | |
| WPC Martella: | He sounds like a bit of a character. Does he go to your school too? |
| Polly Page: | Yeah, he's three years below me though. Thank god. |
| Viv grins. | |
| WPC Martella: | That's nice to know. What do your parents say about him? |
| Polly Page: | They like him. 'Specially Gweg. |
| WPC Martella: | Is Greg your Dad? |
| Polly shakes her head. | |
| Polly Page: | Stepdad. |
| WPC Martella: | So your Mum remarried? That must have been tough. |
| Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | It'd be okay if Mum didn't have to work so much. |
| WPC Martella: | Where does she work? |
| Polly Page: | She works for British Airways. She's an air hothtess. |
| WPC Martella: | So she's away from home a lot? I guess you'd have to look after your little brother a great deal too. |
| Polly Page: | Yeah, that's a real pain. I try to ignore him most of the time. Seems to work. |
| Viv sighs. | |
| WPC Martella: | You're very grown up for your age, Polly. Do you ever go out there and have fun? |
| Polly Page: | Not really. Sometimes I hang out with Vicks when I can. But nothing much. I wanna have a sleepover with her, so I can show her my new puppy. |
| Viv puts her hand to her mouth. | |
| WPC Martella: | You have a puppy? I love puppies! What's her name? |
| Polly Page: | Bella. She's a golden Labrador and she's so cute! |
| WPC Martella: | I used to have a chocolate brown Labrador, but she lives with my sister now. Labradors are great, you're so lucky to have one. Did Greg buy that for you? |
| Polly Page: | Yeah. A few months ago. |
| WPC Martella: | Do you have any other pets? |
| Polly shakes her head. | |
| Polly Page: | Just Bella. Ian has pet roaches though. |
| Viv screws up her face. | |
| WPC Martella: | Cockroaches as pets? Sounds like a typical little boy. |
| Polly Page: | Yeah. One day when he really pisses me off, I'll get Bella to eat them. I think they're hidden under his bed. |
| WPC Martella: | Good idea. Little brothers are pests, almost as much as roaches. |
| Polly nods with a giggle. | |
| Polly Page: | But today was really fun. |
| WPC Martella: | I'm glad you had a good time. The reconstruction must be nearly over by now so we should be heading back soon. |
| Polly nods, remaining quietly on the stretcher. | |
| WPC Martella: | Mr Brownlow should be pleased. The day seems to have been a great success. |
| Polly looks up automatically at the name, quickly lowering her head again. | |
| WPC Martella: | You're his niece aren't you? |
| Polly looks slightly confused but nods anyway. | |
| WPC Martella: | You're lucky to have an Uncle like him, letting you be involved in things like the reconstruction! |
| Polly Page: | Yeah, I asked him if he knew about it and he said he did. So he asked me if I wanted to be in it. |
| WPC Martella: | I never saw Mr Brownlow as the generous sort but this has really changed my opinion of him. |
| Polly shakes her head with a smile. | |
| Polly Page: | Uh-uh, he's heaps nice! He gets me presents all the time! |
| WPC Martella: | That's nice. I'll definitely think twice before moaning about the bore at the top again. |
| Polly looks away from Viv, glancing around curiously at the equipment inside the ambulance. | |