*** ONE HOUR LATER***

Sgt Ackland:

CID have the location under surveillance. How's everything going in here?

PC Quinnan:

Everything�s ready, sarge, Poll's taking a minute to think in the locker room.

WPC Hagen:

She's not there, Dave. I just came from the lockers. I thought she was in here.

PC Quinnan:

What? You must have missed her.

Sgt Ackland:

She told us that's where she was going.

WPC Hagen:

I checked the showers and everything. Nothing.

Dave looks at June, who meets him eye to eye.

PC Quinnan:

You don't think?

Sgt Ackland:

Inform CID!

WPC Hagen:

What? What's going on?

PC Quinnan:

She's gone there herself, early! I should have known, she's not going to rely on anyone else.

WPC Hagen:

Why would she do that?

PC Quinnan:

Because she's a mother.

*** ALLEY OFF NELFIELD STREET ***

Polly walks down Nelfield Street and turns down the alley, memories of the last time she was here flooded back. She doesn't notice that Peter stepped out from behind her until he whispers: "I knew you'd listen."

*** ALLEY OFF NELFIELD STREET - 5 MINUTES LATER ***

WDC Rawton:

Anything!?

They began covering ground as soon as CID informed them of Polly's absence.

PC Quinnan:

Now he's got them both, he'll pay if anything happens to them.

WDC Rawton:

Damn!

*** AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - 30 MINUTES LATER ***

Polly awakens to find herself on the floor of a dark and dirty warehouse, her head pounding. She recognises the sounds of her daughter's cries. Unable to move, she lies there helplessly, until she hears the sound of footsteps sliding across the dusty floor.

Are we awake yet?

Polly struggles against the ties again.

Oh, I forgot, let me just get this gag off.

WPC Quinnan:

Let me go to her, please.

Go to who, dear?

WPC Quinnan:

My baby!

Oh, is that what that noise is.?

WPC Quinnan:

Look, just untie me, please!

I think not. However, to show I'm a nice person I'll let you see your daughter.

Polly nods suspiciously. Peter walks slowly out of the room and comes back with the screaming child. Polly is relieved to see that Sam's not been hurt.

See, she's perfectly fine. Won't stop crying though, I wonder why?

Polly sighs.

WPC Quinnan:

Probably because its been five hours since her last feed. Can you at least untie my hands?

Oh, she's hungry?

WPC Quinnan:

I'm sure of it, now if you could at least untie my hands, I'm sure I could get her to settle down!

WPC Quinnan:

Is it at all possible to give me a few minutes alone with her, to calm her down?

You'd like a little privacy, would you?

He reaches down and strokes Poll's face. Polly shudders as he touches her.

I'm not a bad person, Polly.

WPC Quinnan:

Then why do this ?

You'll find out.

He walks towards the door then looks back.

You have five minutes.

Polly doesn�t manage to feed her child, but at least calms her down. Peter returns five minutes later.

You're a natural mother.

I'll take her now!

You need a bit of rest too my dear, you look a little tired.

WPC Quinnan:

What is the point of all this? What do you hope to achieve?

All in good time.

*** SUN HILL CID ***

DC Skase:

So what have we got on this guy Robertson?

WDC Rawton:

He�s Jacob Davidson�s half brother.

DI Deakin:

Jeez! And now he�s got both of them.

DC Skase:

He was determined, guv. Deb�s the proof of that. He must have followed her. And why take the baby first, why not just Poll?

WDC Rawton:

It could be a form of emotional torture, and why wait this long?

DI Deakin:

Davidson�s been dead six months.

Liz's mouth opens.

WDC Rawton:

What date was it?

Deakin checks the computer.

DI Deakin:

Six months today.

*** THE WAREHOUSE ***

WPC Quinnan:

What's all this about? Why did you want us here ?

Polly tries to remain in control of the situation.

Peter Robertson:

Hungry, love?

Polly looks at him confused.

Peter Robertson:

Are you hungry?

WPC Quinnan:

No, why did you take us?

Peter Robertson:

That's not important now.

Polly sighs.

Peter Robertson:

I just want to make sure you're nice and comfortable.

WPC Quinnan:

What makes you think I would be?

Peter Robertson:

No need to be rude.

WPC Quinnan:

You shot my best friend and abducted my baby, and you don't expect me to be rude!

Peter Robertson:

She was in the way. I don't like people stopping me from achieving my goals.

Polly sighs again.

Peter Robertson:

You sound upset.

Peter Robertson:

What's up, love? You have a headache or something?

WPC Quinnan:

Why take us both?

Peter Robertson:

Insistent little thing, ain't ya!

WPC Quinnan:

Why can't you tell me?

Peter Robertson:

Why do you want to know?

WPC Quinnan:

Because I do!

Peter Robertson:

No need to be impatient, we have plenty of time to discuss such trivialities.

WPC Quinnan:

Can't you bring Sam back in here?

Peter Robertson:

Oh, she's perfectly fine, such a cute little thing.

Polly looks confused, not understanding what the point is.

Peter Robertson:

Why did you call her Samantha?

Polly sighs.

WPC Quinnan:

After my sister-in-law.

How lovely.

WPC Quinnan:

What's the point of all this ?

Point? You make it sound as though i have an ulterior motive.

WPC Quinnan:

You're telling me you don't?

Whether or not I do is beside the point.

Polly shakes her head in frustration.

You're scared of me?

WPC Quinnan:

I don't understand you.

Do any of us understand anyone else?

WPC Quinnan:

Why are you playing these games ?

Games?

Polly tries to untie her wrists.

My dear, if I wanted to play games, I'd bring in Monopoly!

WPC Quinnan:

Haven't you proved your point ?

Not by a long shot.

I've not even begun to make my point.

Polly bites her bottom lip and backs away from him.

Now, now. You have no reason to be scared, yet.But don't worry, when I'm done it'll be all over.

Polly swallows, trying to focus on the situation, and ignore his threats She goes to speak, but can't find the right words.

Speechless?

Polly looks away from him and to the floor.

You weren't so speechless with Jacob.

Polly blinks at looks back at him, her eyes betraying her fear.

In fact, you were quite vocal, I believe.

Polly looks at him confused.

WPC Quinnan:

What the hell are you talking about?!

Jacob Davidson. Don't tell me you don't know him!

WPC Quinnan:

You still haven't answered my question!

Listen to me now, you don't ask the questions!

Polly looks at him loathingly.

As far as I can see, you're still tied up rather nicely.

Polly tries again to free her wrists, but it is pointless.

WPC Quinnan:

This is ridiculous!

It is, isn't it. Then again, it was ridiculous when you killed my brother. You just didn't think of others, did you? It was all about you.

WPC Quinnan:

How many times do I have to tell you! I DIDN'T KILL HIM!

Polly pauses.

WPC Quinnan:

Your brother?

Yes, he is my brother. WAS MY BROTHER, I mean. And you're gonna pay for his death.

Bitch. You'll pay. You'll beg me to end your life just to escape the things I have planned for you and your child.

Polly pulls herself into a secure ball, trying not to show her fear.

You can't run, you can't hide I'll always be in your mind. When you eat, I'll be there. When you sleep, I'll be there. When you die, I'll be there.

WPC Quinnan:

You think I'm afraid of you, don't you ?

You are afraid. I can see it in your eyes. You've got the brave face, the tough attitude, but you can't hide what's in your eyes.

WPC Quinnan:

I'm not afraid of you.

Yes, you are and you know it. You're more afraid than Sam.

WPC Quinnan:

You need help!

YOU MURDERED MY ONLY BROTHER!!

WPC Quinnan:

Why can't you believe that I didn't?

You'd say anything to save yourself!

WPC Quinnan:

Look, I didn't shoot him. How could I have? I was on duty, I found him!

You may not have pulled the trigger, my dear. But you were responsible!

WPC Quinnan:

How?

You told them who he was. You told them where he could be found. WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE!!

WPC Quinnan:

I didn't - I swear to you! The man who shot him, he stalked him for days!

Polly waits while Peter considers this.

Tell me, how did he know who he was?

Polly thinks back.

WPC Quinnan:

Awaiting trial other cases were reopened. When his daughter's case came up, he wanted revenge.

But if you hadn't have opened your mouth and told them where he was, he would still be alive.

WPC Quinnan:

I didn't know where he was. His mate did. It was he that gave us his location.

You're trying to place blame on someone else.

WPC Quinnan:

I'm not! It was in the papers and all! This man committed suicide after it.

You should never believe things you read.

WPC Quinnan:

What do I have to say to convince you?!

Convince me?

WPC Quinnan:

Convince you that I'm telling the truth!

I want you to stop lying. You're trying to save youself, it's only making your situation worse, Polly. Yours and Sam's. Remember you have someone else to think about here. It's not just your life, it's the life of a young baby.

WPC Quinnan:

So you want me to lie?

You are lying!

WPC Quinnan:

I'm telling you Deb and I found his dead body dumped behind a house! I DIDN'T KILL HIM!!

Stop it! STOP IT NOW!

WPC Quinnan:

Alright!

I won't listen your lies any more.

Be very careful, Polly. I hold your life in my left hand and Sam's life in my right. And just as easily I can close either hand, and you'll be without a daughter, or she'll be without a mother.

Polly stares up at him furiously.

And good old Dave will be single again. Free to date without being tied down to you and a baby.

Polly tries to speak.

Oh, I'm sorry, did you want to say something?

No screaming now!

WPC Quinnan:

You don't know what you're talking about! You're a sick man and you need help!

No, my dear, I'm not sick. And you're the one that needs help!

See how much easier it is when we get along?

WPC Quinnan:

You don't frighten me!

Oh, I do. You just won't admit it.

WPC Quinnan:

Nothing you do can hurt me!

You're afraid you'll cry, you're so scared you'll break down and beg for your life.Begging won't help, it's already been decided. You'll pay for my brother's death.

Polly looks confused.

You'll hurt the way he hurt. You see, I know everything. I know how he took you. Did things to you, humiliated you. Took away your dignity. He told everyone.

He was so proud of himself. Why did you have to take that away from him? All he wanted was a little fun!

Polly looks across the room, so Peter grabs her face and turns it to him.

Don't look away from me. I want to see your shame, your shame at destroying a man's life.

WPC Quinnan:

Don't touch me!

Polly struggles to pull away from him.

I told you not to give the orders!

WPC Quinnan:

He deserved it! He destroyed so many others!

So you thought you would destroy him? An eye for an eye, is that it?

Polly shrugs.

Payback? Who are you to decide a person's fate?

WPC Quinnan:

He did it to himself.

But you passed the judgement, judge, jury and executioner all rolled into one little blonde woman.

WPC Quinnan:

You're convinced I'm at fault, aren't you?

You are. You might not have been there when he died, but you started it.

WPC Quinnan:

How?

If you'd only kept your pretty little mouth shut.

WPC Quinnan:

So it doesn't matter that he destroyed 14 other lives, as well as traumatizing a six year old?

What he did was his business.

WPC Quinnan:

I'm supposed to keep my mouth shut about it!

You had no right to interfere.

Polly laughs in disbelief.

I think you enjoyed it.

Polly looks confused again.

I think you liked it when he took you, when he touched you, when his fingers ran along your skin. Somewhere deep inside, you enjoyed it.

Polly lets her eyes fall closed.

The feeling of powerlessness. No control, nothing you could do.You were at his mercy and you loved it. You were begging for it.

WPC Quinnan:

Stop! Stop it!!

And when he was finished, he threw you away like the garbage you are. So you decided to pay him back, little bitch.

Do you want it now? Do you crave that feeling of helplessness? Do you want me to give it to you?

Polly swallows deeply, before Peter slams a fist into her face.

I won't let you destroy me like you did him.

Polly cries desperately, blood trickling from her left nostril.

I won't let you play your little feminine mind games. You think this is bad?

Polly looks up at him.

You think it's all I can do to you? Wait my dear, wait. Tomorrow you'll wish it was today again. The punishment will fit the crime.

WPC Quinnan:

You don't scare me. You're not like him, you're better than that.

Yes, I am better. He gave in to you. I refuse to do that, you won't win this time.

WPC Quinnan:

How did I win last time?

Your little games. They won't work on me.

WPC Quinnan:

You're a wimp - you're pathetic!

And you're soon to be dead.