Viv is sitting in the back of a crowded van surrounded by grimy, filthy women.

Viv Martella:

Would you get your bloody foot out of my stomach, June?

June shifts awkwardly.

June Ackland:

Sorry Viv, I'm kinda cramped here!

June sighs, looking over at her fellow colleagues.

Viv Martella:

Well there's no need to stick your great big feet into me, I smell bad enough as it is.

June is too tired to raise her voice.

June Ackland:

Don't yell at me Vivian, it's not my fault.

Viv Martella:

Well whose fault is it?

June Ackland:

How the bloody hell should I know!

Viv Martella:

It was a rhetorical question, we all know who's to blame for this.

June rearranges herself in the cramped space. Viv continues her speech.

Viv Martella:

Men, bloody men. Playing their silly war games.

Norika Datta:

Give it a rest Viv.

Norika is as tired, worn out and hungry as the other women in the van. Viv lapses into silence.

Norika Datta:

Does anyone have anything left to eat?

Polly searches through her handbag.

Polly Page:

Erm, here you go, Nori.

Polly hands her the uneaten half of a museli bar. Norika takes the bar and greedily unwraps it.

Norika Datta:

Thanks Poll, you're a mate.

Norika chews on the grimy treat.

Viv Martella:

I wish we knew where we were.

June Ackland:

We're in Russia for god sakes! Doesn't take much working out!

Viv clenches her teeth.

Viv Martella:

Oh really June? And just how did you figure that one out?

Viv is speaking sarcastically. June replies sharply, her voice very hoarse.

June Ackland:

Oh, I dunno, the guns probably hinted and then the accents kinda made it easier!

Viv Martella:

We've been cooped up like this for four days now. Will these bastards ever let us out of here?

June notices the terrified expressions on her younger colleague's faces and whispers quietly to Viv.

June Ackland:

Will you just shut up about it, we're all as scared as you are!

Viv laughs.

Viv Martella:

I'm not scared June. Scared doesn't even begin to describe how I feel right now.

The truck comes shuddering to a halt and the women are thrown forward suddenly.

Polly Page:

What the...?

June looks over at her comfortingly, as Polly grabs her hand.

Viv Martella:

Just stay calm, ladies.

The truck comes to a complete stop. A Russian guard slides open the back door.

Russian Guard:

You women out! Out now women!

Polly looks over at June, not budging. The Russian guard bangs the butt of his rifle against the van door.

Russian Guard:

Out now women or we kill one of you as example to others!

June gets to her feet slowly, feeling very stiff and sore from the confinement.

June Ackland:

Come on.

Russian Guard:

Hurry women!

Polly follows after June, not letting go of her hand. Viv and the other women begin to file out after them.

Russian Guard:

Hurry women or we kill you all!

The Russian guard discharges his rifle into the air. One woman slips behind the group, running desperately across the open field to escape.

Russian Guard:

Stop! Stop or I shoot woman!

The guard aims his rifle, as the woman continues fleeing. He fires his rifle at the moving woman. A bullet hits the woman's back and she stumbles over face down into the mud. Polly gasps, clutching closer to June, as the Sun Hill women crowd together in terror. The guard�s expression doesn't change.

Russian Guard:

Women move or will suffer same punishment!

The guard aims his rifle at June. She quickly takes off towards the other guards, as instructed. Polly follows behind her, head lowered.

Russian Guard:

All women move! Now! Or you end up dead dogs too!

The guard kicks Polly in the small of the back. Polly trips slightly, scuffing her knees in the mud, before quickly being pulled up by June and hurrying along. The guard smirks and moves along the line, barking out orders at the women. Polly catches up with June, very confused.

Polly Page:

June, what's going on? What's happening?

June hisses back:

June Ackland:

Shut up and do what you're told!

The guard comes storming back towards the two women.

Russian Guard:

Women shut up! No talking in line! Shut up women!

June Ackland:

Look, I think we've a right to know just exactly what is going on here!

The guard strikes June across the back of the head with his rifle.

Russian Guard:

Shut your face!

June staggers to her feet, getting back into line. The guard slams his fist into June's mouth, cutting her lip open in the process. She cries out, clasping her hands over her mouth, more in pure shock than in pain. Polly and a few others crowd around her, fussing. Viv hugs June.

Viv Martella:

Don't worry, just do as they tell you.

June nods slowly, and recommences the brisk pace across the field. The guard returns to the head of the line, directing the women into their sleeping quarters.

Russian Guard:

You women are in sleeping quarters six.

The guard points angrily towards June, Polly and Viv. June nods slightly, heading off in the pointed direction. The guard smiles viciously.

Russian Guard:

If women are good, guards will choose them for pleasure.

Polly turns, looking even more petrified as June pulls her along.

Viv Martella:

Yeah, well I don't intend to be 'good'.

Viv walks proudly away, her head held high. She and the others arrive at the dorms.

Viv Martella:

So this is our accommodation? I hope they have room service.

Viv slings herself onto a bunk and pulls the thin cotton sheets over her body. June places her handbag delicately on the single bed, observing the small room. Polly sits nervously on the thin mattress, looking over at Viv.

Polly Page:

How can she sleep?

June sighs.

June Ackland:

Let her be, Polly. Just get into bed and try to get some rest.

June walks over to her bunk and lies down. She gazes out of the barred window at the starry sky outside. Polly lays, head in hands, on the hard mattress.

Polly Page:

I can't sleep. June, what's happened?

June Ackland:

I wish I knew Polly. We just have to live with it and try to make the best of things with what we've got.

June sits up.

June Ackland:

What's bothering you?

Polly scoffs.

Polly Page:

You're kidding or something? I mean for starters, we've just spent the last four days going from truck to ship to truck, no explanation, nothing, and the minute we open our mouths we get kicked or belted.

Polly pauses.

Polly Page:

Are you all right?

June Ackland:

Don't you worry about me, Polly. Just get a good nights sleep and hope that things are better in the morning.

Polly Page:

Better? There we were thinking we'd be spending a week in a defence training course, and we end up here!

June smiles to herself sardonically.

June Ackland:

I know that Polly, just try to forget about it, yeah? The thing we need most now is sleep.

Polly sighs, rolls over and slips under the thin sheet.

Polly Page:

What do you think happened to the others? Tony, Sergeant Cryer? Think they're banged up like this too?

June closes her eyes and patiently answers Polly's question.

June Ackland:

I doubt it. These brutes seem to enjoy picking on women and I can't really see them using Tony Stamp for 'pleasure'.

Polly chews on her lip, remembering the guard's final words.

Polly Page:

You, you don't think they're serious, do ya? About that?

June lets out a long drawn out sigh.

June Ackland:

I've seen enough men to know how they think. The average man thinks with his trousers and nothing else, so it wouldn't surprise me in the least.

Polly buries her head deeper in her pillow.

Polly Page:

How can you be so calm about all this June?

June Ackland:

Because there's no point to getting worked up about things.

June turns over in her bed.

June Ackland:

Now go to sleep.

Polly is lost for words, so merely gazes around the shallow lit room, Viv's gentle snoring the only audible sound.

June Ackland:

Night Polly.

Polly whispers back:

Polly Page:

Night June.

Viv and the other women are peacefully napping in their bunks.

Captain Krylyova:

Wake up women! All must be up for assembly!

Krylyova bursts into the room.

Captain Krylyova:

Get up women!

Krylyova rips the bedcovers off Viv.

Viv Martella:

Do you mind? I was trying to sleep in!

Viv glares at the unwanted intruder. Bryzgarlin hits her across the back with the gun.

Lt. Bryzgarlin:

Women get up now! Go to meeting!

Viv cries out in pain and gets to her feet.

Viv Martella:

Would you stop that, you stinking bully! Treat us with a bit of respect!

June drags herself out of bed, straightening out her jumper.

June Ackland:

Viv, just go along with it.

Viv is about to snap back when she realises the futility of resisting.

Viv Martella:

Yeah, whatever. But if you think I'm going to let these pigs walk all over me...

Viv mutters to herself as she lines up in the corridor outside with the other women. Bryzgarlin paces along the row, taking his position by the Commander. Krylyova approaches the assembly from the opposite direction.

Captain Krylyova:

Attention! All prisoners are to stand to attention!

Krylyova is carrying a short cane and has a military bearing. Viv scowls at the Captain but does as he asks.

Captain Krylyova:

You will all listen to the words of our glorious leader, Commander Bure!

Krylyova snaps to attention and salutes the Commander.

Captain Krylyova:

Bow to him! Now!

June looks around at the women, no-one daring to make a move. Taking a breath, June bends over, instigating the group bow. Viv stands up tall and straight, staring defiantly at the Captain.

Captain Krylyova:

Bow, prisoner!

Krylyova strides over to Viv's side.

Captain Krylyova:

You will bow to the Commander.

Viv says nothing and merely fixes the Captain with a contemptuous glare. Polly turns her head slightly, still in a bowing position. Krylyova grabs Viv by the scruff of the neck and forces her head downwards.

Captain Krylyova:

Get down, female.

Viv resists, pushing her head upwards. Krylyova kicks Viv hard in the shins. She falls to her knees in a heap.

Captain Krylyova:

You will all bow!

Krylyova gives Viv a further kick in the stomach then returns to his position. Polly stared straight ahead, not moving an inch. Bure clears his throat and begins to speak.

Commander Bure:

Ladies of Great Britain! Your nation has declared war on us in violation of several international treaties and you have been taken as hostages to ensure the co-operation of your Government.

June sighs, with a whisper.

June Ackland:

Jesus Christ...

Krylyova glares suspiciously at June. Polly looks over at her colleague.

Polly Page:

Sshhh...

Commander Bure:

You will be held here until your Government agrees to surrender to the Soviet Republic!

Bure continues on with his speech.

Commander Bure:

You are nothing, women! You are here to learn to obey orders!

Bure is yelling at the women in his cultured voice.

Commander Bure:

If you disobey the guards, you will be punished. If you disobey them twice, you will be killed. That is the law here in Russia.

Bure speaks for a few more minutes in a similar vein then leaves the area. Krylyova does likewise with a parting smirk at Viv.

Viv and the other women are herded unceremoniously into the mess hall and left to their own devices. A large number of other women are already eating breakfast. Liz looks up at the new arrivals.

Liz Rawton:

June? Is that June Ackland?

Liz gets to her feet. June looks extremely surprised to hear her name, turning in the direction of the sound.

June Ackland:

Liz?

June rushes over to the woman.

June Ackland:

What are you doing here?

Liz Rawton:

Same as you, I'd imagine. What happened to you?

June tilts her head with a dumbfounded expression.

June Ackland:

No idea really. We were all heading off to defence training courses, that they organised in case this stupid war went ahead and the van we were all in was hijacked. Took a few days to get here, we arrived last night. How long've you been here?

Liz shrugs.

Liz Rawton:

A couple of days. How have they been treating you?

June Ackland:

By what standards?

June shows Liz her split lip.

Liz Rawton:

How did you get that?

June replies with a mock humour.

June Ackland:

I think I spoke.

Liz grimaces.

Liz Rawton:

Bad move. The best thing to remember here is to keep your mouth shut on all occasions.

June Ackland:

This place is like something out of World War II.

June looks back to the Sun Hill crowd.

June Ackland:

There's a few of us from Sun Hill here, care to join us?

Liz Rawton:

It'd be a pleasure. We can catch up on the old days.

Liz moves over and joins June, Polly and Viv at their table. She nods politely to Viv and Polly, Polly smiles back but Viv just ignores the short-haired woman.

Polly Page:

Did you get here last night too?

Liz looks tolerantly at the blonde former plonk.

Liz Rawton:

No, I've been here a couple of days. I'm Liz, what's your name?

Polly Page:

Polly. Polly Page.

Liz Rawton:

You look barely out of nappies! How did you get mixed up in all this?

Polly looks mildly offended.

Polly Page:

Same as the rest of you I imagine.

Liz turns her attention to Viv.

Liz Rawton:

And you must be WDC Martella! June's told me a lot about you.

Viv grunts in reply.

Viv Martella:

Pleased to meet you. So what is it about this place that makes the men so disgusting?

Liz gives a wry smile.

Liz Rawton:

They have a very low opinion of women here, especially women from England. We're lower than cattle apparently!

June raises an eyebrow.

June Ackland:

Charming. Well that's only slightly worse than the opinion of most of the male relief!

Liz slowly sips a cup of water.

Liz Rawton:

You have to be careful, though. Sometimes they 'choose' women, so you can't afford to be complacent. It's an acceptable form of punishment in prison camps.

Viv Martella:

When you say 'choose', I take it you�re not referring to the average dinner date thing?.

Polly slowly nibbles on her porridge, looking between the two women. Liz looks warily at Viv.

Liz Rawton:

Well they don't exactly bring you a bunch of flowers and a box of chocolates!

Liz looks down at her cold porridge and pushes the bowl away from her.

Viv Martella:

I can just about imagine. How bad are we talking here?

Liz grins humourlessly.

Liz Rawton:

As bad as you like, we've had a couple not make it.

Viv isn't amused.

Viv Martella:

Look, I've been attached to CID for the last four years as practically the sole female officer, so don't patronise me!

Liz Rawton:

I'm not patronising you, love. One of me best mates was pulled out of her cell last night and dumped this morning, half dead. I don't need some stuck up London tart telling me how to suck eggs!

Liz glares at Vivian.

Viv Martella:

Yeah okay, I get the message!

June looks anxiously between her two friends.

June Ackland:

Okay, our nerves are a bit frayed so let's just take things easy for a while, yeah?

Liz shrugs her shoulders and goes back to her porridge. June breathes a sign of relief and gives Viv a warning look.

Polly Page:

Liz, how long have you been in the job?

Liz turns to Polly with a sigh.

Liz Rawton:

Too long, love. How about you?

Polly Page:

About four months.

Polly forces down another mouthful of breakfast. Liz smiles at the young probate.

Liz Rawton:

You weren't expecting this, I'll bet.

Polly Page:

You're not kidding!

Liz Rawton:

How are you bearing up?

Polly shrugs.

Polly Page:

Well, the sea travel wasn't exactly my idea of an ideal holiday and this breakfast ain't helping matters, but it's okay I guess.

Liz laughs.

Liz Rawton:

I like you, you've got some spirit. I just hope it lasts if the guards...

Liz trails off. Polly pushes her tray away, resting her arms on the table, looking straight at Liz.

Polly Page:

If the guards what?

Liz Rawton:

If the guards took you one night. You might want to smear your face and body with mud and tangle up your hair, Polly.

Polly looks across nervously at June, remaining silent. June patiently explains the idea to Polly.

June Ackland:

The less... attractive you look Polly, the less chance there is of someone choosing you.

Liz nods in agreement with June's tactful explanation.

Liz Rawton:

We'll get to work on you later on, Polly. You may have to sacrifice your hair and rip your clothing up a bit to achieve the effect but it'll be worth it.

Polly looks sceptical.

Polly Page:

Is all this really necessary? I mean, you haven't gone through with it.

Liz's smile fades.

Liz Rawton:

It's not a joke, sweetie. You have to decide what's more important to you. Your hair or your virginity?

Polly blushes furiously.

Polly Page:

I, I'm not.. I mean..

Polly trails off awkwardly. Liz smiles grimly.

Liz Rawton:

Well you won't be after a week in here, that�s for sure.

Liz finishes her porridge and stands up.

Liz Rawton:

You'd better hurry up ladies, it's almost time for our morning run!

June Ackland:

Our what?

June looks surprised.

Liz Rawton:

Oh didn't you know? They make us sprint around the camp perimeter every day.

Polly gets to her feet, not enthused about the event.

Polly Page:

Thought I'd left all this back at Hendon.

Liz and the other women stand up and head outside.

Polly is following Liz, June just slightly behind her, and gasping.

June Ackland:

Can we.. slow down... a bit?

Liz continues to jog at a steady pace. Polly slows down next to June.

Polly Page:

Just a few more laps, June.

June Ackland:

A few more laps, will just about finish me off.

June is at the end of her tether. Polly slips an arm around her back, encouraging her on.

Polly Page:

You'll make it!

June Ackland:

Yeah, to the grave.

June and the others continue to jog. Krylyova and the Lieutenant are standing by the roadside watching the women.

Captain Krylyova:

That fat one is unfit. She will not last long.

Bryzgarlin nods slowly, with a small smile.

Lt. Bryzgarlin:

You are right.

Captain Krylyova:

I am thinking about taking her tonight, before she wastes away completely. What do you think?

Bryzgarlin scans the rest of the group, returning his gaze to the two blonde women.

Lt. Bryzgarlin:

I think is good idea.

Bryzgarlin turns to his colleague.

Captain Krylyova:

The other blonde one is nice and ripe. Maybe I will sample them both tonight?

Bryzgarlin flips open his clipboard, reading from it. Krylyova glares at his subordinate.

Lt. Bryzgarlin:

Ah yes, they both are in number six dorm.

Captain Krylyova:

Good. I will have them both and you may try that ugly black haired one.

Krylyova takes the clipboard away from the Lieutenant and makes a small mark next to Polly's and June's numbers. June and the other women run past the men, their exhaustion plain to see.

June Ackland:

I don't know how much longer I can keep this up, Polly.

Polly wipes a trickle of sweat from her neck.

Polly Page:

You'll be okay, just imagine you were chasing a blagger, with Cato yelling at ya over the PR.

June looks up in horror.

June Ackland:

Don't remind me of Cato, that vicious little guard looks exactly like him. And their personalities aren't that much different either!

Polly smiles as June increases her pace.

Polly Page:

Yeah, tell me about it!

June continues to run wearily but trips on a rock and falls forward.

Polly Page:

June!

Polly stops and bends down to pull her up. Krylyova spots the fallen woman and strides over to the incident.

Captain Krylyova:

What are you doing? Leave her! The weak will fall and die, the others must continue!

Krylyova is holding his cane menacingly. Bryzgarlin follows him over, intrigued.

Polly Page:

I was just helping her!

Captain Krylyova:

Leave her!

Krylyova slaps Polly across the face, leaving a red mark. Polly covers her cheek quickly, a small gasp escaping from her as she recommences the exercise. Bryzgarlin crosses his arms with interest. Krylyova hauls June to her feet.

Captain Krylyova:

Get up and run woman!

June looks at the Captain with hatred in her eyes.

Captain Krylyova:

Useless woman. No man would want you, shrivelled woman! Now move!

Krylyova slaps June across the backside with his cane and stands back. June gasps and keeps on running. Krylyova sneers and turns to his subordinate.

Captain Krylyova:

She is useless, I will take her off my list. The other blonde one is prettier now that I see her properly, I will definitely be tasting her tonight.

Bryzgarlin paces to the Captain's side, admiring the tall, young blonde.

Sally and assorted other women are busy showering themselves in the lukewarm water. She is soaping her body whilst making narky comments to her sidekick, Vicky.

Sally Johnson:

This place is getting more and more fun, innit Vicks?

Vicky Hagen:

Oh yeah, total party this is Sal! You get a chance to check out the new recruits?

Sally grins.

Sally Johnson:

Yeah, there was this cute blonde one that really took my fancy, but until I can get my claws into her, I'll settle for second best!

Sally rubs a soapy trail along Vicky's chest and back. Vicky giggles childishly, massaging Sally's neck and shoulders softly. Donna rolls her eyes at the scene in front of her.

Donna Harris:

Don't you two ever stop?

Sally hugs Vicky tightly and both women laugh.

Sally Johnson:

Why should we?

Vicky winks over at the young blonde.

Vicky Hagen:

What, jealous buttercup?

Donna Harris:

Hardly, sweetie pie.

Donna rolls her eyes again and returns to her showering. Polly steps nervously into the group showers, Liz behind her.

Sally Johnson:

Ladies, we have a new arrival!

Sally and Vicky make straight for the naked Polly. Polly tries to looks pleasant, although surprised by the women's boldness.

Sally Johnson:

So what's your name, newbie?

Polly Page:

Polly. Polly Page

Sally and Vicky both laugh.

Sally Johnson:

Polly! A sweet ol' English name for a sweet little English girl. Pleased to meet you, Poll doll.

Sally reaches out and grasps Polly's hands. Polly is caught off balance.

Polly Page:

Erm, hi. You two been here long?

Sally laughs a rich throaty feminine laugh. Vicky chuckles along with her.

Vicky Hagen:

She sounds like a bloody parrot!

Vicky turns away, wrapping her towel around her, still giggling. Sally turns back to Polly.

Sally Johnson:

We've been here for month, babes. Care to join us?

Sally opens her arms, unashamed of her nudity.

Polly Page:

I erm, well I've got some mates outside. But fanks.

Polly turns back to her shower, very confused. Sally shrugs and wraps a towel around her body.

Sally Johnson:

Your choice, babes.

Sally wanders out of the shower block, having lost interest in the new arrivals. Donna smiles at Polly and Liz as she washes herself.

Donna Harris:

Fancy seeing you here, Poll. You were ambushed?

Polly turns, hearing her name

Polly Page:

Donna? You ended up here too? How long for you?

Donna shrugs.

Donna Harris:

A week or two, you sort of lose track of time in this place.

Donna shakes Polly's hand and exchanges smiles with Liz.

Polly Page:

Yeah, I'll bet. There are a few of us, just arrived last night. June, Viv and Norika.

Donna whistles.

Polly Page:

Yeah.

Polly turns to Liz.

Polly Page:

And this is Liz Rawton, friend of June's. She's at Stafford Row.

Liz shakes Donna's hand.

Liz Rawton:

Pleased to meet you.

Donna Harris:

Likewise.

Donna continues washing as Polly and Liz begin to scrub. All of a sudden, a commotion breaks out across the showers.

Sally Johnson:

Who the hell has taken my soap?

Sally furiously storms back into the shower block, searching for her bar of soap.

Liz Rawton:

What's got her knickers in a twist?

Polly turns around at the noise.

Polly Page:

Oh great, Thelma and Louise are back.

Sally is alerted by the noise of laughter and moves angrily towards Polly and Liz.

Sally Johnson:

You've nicked it haven't you? Give it back, you little tramp!

Sally pushes Polly backwards and taps her chest with her index finger. Liz stands in front of Polly.

Liz Rawton:

Hands off, dyke!

Liz glares at Sally.

Polly Page:

Whatcha on about? What soap!

Vicky darts back into the showers after Sally.

Vicky Hagen:

You find it Sals?

Sally Johnson:

Yeah, I think this little tart has nicked it. And if her butch lover will only get out of my way I'll get it back!

Liz stares defiantly at the other women.

Liz Rawton:

Over my dead body.

Sally grins evilly.

Sally Johnson:

Whatever you prefer, sugar!

Sally and Liz start pushing and shoving each other as Polly and the others watch on, stunned.

Polly Page:

Oh for heaven's sake, what's the big deal about a piece of soap!

Sally shoves Liz to the ground, kicking her in the process and starts on Polly.

Sally Johnson:

That's what I'd like to know! Why did you steal it?

Sally towers over Polly.

Polly Page:

Don't look at me! What would I want with your soap!

Sally kicks Polly in the ankle. Polly stumbles, grabbing Liz's hand to balance herself.

Vicky Hagen:

You little cow! Save us all the effort and hand it over!

Sally and Vicky move menacingly towards Polly. Donna watches on, unwilling to get involved. Viv hears the commotion from outside, heading inside to investigate, pulling Sally off Polly.

Viv Martella:

Just what the hell is going on in here!

Sally Johnson:

Who are you? Get your hands off me!

Sally shoves Viv back into Vicky, as Liz gets up off the ground.

Viv Martella:

You little bitch, back off!

Liz Rawton:

Do you mind!

Viv pushes Vicky off her, punching Sally in the face. Liz trips Vicky and all hell breaks loose. A whistle sounds from outside and the pitched battle stops. Sally and Vicky grab their towels and rush out of the bathroom, realising that the guards must be approaching the area. Liz and Viv edge out of the shower block too, not sure what the whistles signify but in no hurry to find out. Krylyova arrives on the scene just as Polly and Donna are brushing themselves off.

Captain Krylyova:

What is going on here? What is this noise!

Polly gasps, reaching for a towel. Krylyova strikes her hand and the towel falls to the floor. Polly steps backwards, looking away.

Captain Krylyova:

Tell me what has happened.

Polly draws a breath, looking the guard straight in the eye.

Polly Page:

Two women, they accused me of stealing a bar of soap. One thing led to another..

Krylyova slaps Polly across the face.

Captain Krylyova:

Silence! Enough of your lies. Why were you making these noises?

Polly sobs her reply.

Polly Page:

They lashed out, it all got outa control.

Krylyova turns his head in disgust as another guard arrives. The guard mumbles something under his breath to his colleague. Krylyova laughs. Krylyova eyes Polly up shamelessly, staring upwards from her feet to her face. The guard smiles, looking from one woman to the other. Polly bends down, reaching again for her towel, feeling thoroughly intimidated.

Captain Krylyova:

I hope they are as good under the covers as they appear to be.

Russian Guard:

You have fine tastes, sir.

Krylyova licks his lips.

Captain Krylyova:

These two are fine specimens of British women. What do you think, Hanz?

Russian Guard:

Very suitable indeed sir.

Krylyova reaches out and pulls Polly's towel away from her.

Captain Krylyova:

Delicious, don't you agree?

Polly looks horrified, stepping back closer against the shower block wall. Donna stands up in defence.

Donna Harris:

Leave her alone!

Krylyova and the other guard ogle Donna's body. The guard steps closer, his eyes gazing over her soft, white body.

Russian Guard:

She is very nice too.

The guard turns back to Polly, heading over to her as the Captain stands nearby the door. Polly places a foot up against the wall, shielding her chest with her hands, her wet hair falling over her face.

Donna Harris:

I said leave her alone!

Donna moves towards the guard. The guard steps closer towards Polly, gently prying one of her hands from her chest, with a small chuckle.

Russian Guard:

You are most beautiful.

Polly releases a choked cry. Donna pushes the guard sideways, as his hands close around Polly's torso. The guard loses his footing on the wet floor, slipping backwards and smashing his head against the tiled wall. He lays motionless on the ground. Polly grabs her towel, and shaking, wraps it around herself, running towards Donna. Donna is in a state of absolute shock.

Donna Harris:

I didn't... I didn't mean.

Krylyova has a grim look on his face. He approaches Donna and seizes her by the arm.

Captain Krylyova:

Get out, woman!

Krylyova yells at Polly as he manhandles Donna out of the showers. Donna looks helplessly at Polly as she is hauled away.