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| Polly places the breakfast tray roughly in Cathy's lap. | |
| Polly Page: | Breakfast. |
| Cathy looks up in surprise. | |
| Cathy Marshall: | Morning Poll. |
| Polly turns, briskly heading to the next patient. Cathy looks confused and slightly hurt. Suzi glares at Polly and hands her a packet of syringes. | |
| Suzi Croft: | Try to be polite Polly. There's no need to take out your frustrations on everybody else you know! |
| Polly disregards Suzi's comment with a frown. | |
| Polly Page: | Get off me back, will ya. |
| Suzi grits her teeth. | |
| Suzi Croft: | I'm still in charge in here so you'll bloody well treat me with the respect that I deserve! |
| Polly sighs, and continuous her duties without another word. Suzi follows Polly carrying a few small bottles of pills. | |
| Suzi Croft: | Why are you being such a sourpuss today? |
| Polly Page: | What do you care? |
| Suzi rolls her eyes. | |
| Suzi Croft: | I don't, but I have to work with you today and I'd prefer things to be civil between us. |
| Polly shrugs miserably. | |
| Polly Page: | Look, I'm doing what I have to, ain't I? So just leave out the lectures! |
| Suzi places the bottles of pills down on a shelf and turns to face Polly. | |
| Suzi Croft: | Have you got PMS or something? |
| Polly rolls her eyes, turning back to her work. Suzi begins to get irritated. | |
| Suzi Croft: | Look for God's sake will you reply to me? We need to work together, that means we need to talk to each other. I don't know what's going on in your personal life and to be honest I don't care, but you're letting it affect your work and I'm not going to stand for that! |
| Polly sighs. | |
| Polly Page: | It won't affect my work. Happy? |
| Suzi puts her hands on her hips and a cold look comes over her features. | |
| Suzi Croft: | Fine. Now get on with your work Miss Page. |
| Polly turns and without comment paces over to the next cot. | |
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| Polly is lying curled up on her bed, the letter clutched between her trembling fingers. Bryzgarlin knocks softly, before entering the dorm. Polly is crying to herself softly but looks up as the man enters the room. | |
| Polly Page: | What are you doing in here? |
| Lt. Bryzgarlin: | I came to talk to you. You received the letter? |
| Polly nods silently and quickly shoves the tear-stained letter under her pillow. Bryzgarlin looks confused. | |
| Lt. Bryzgarlin: | You are upset? |
| Polly clenches her teeth and speaks with a sob in her voice. | |
| Polly Page: | No, everything is fine. It's always nice to hear from my pen-pal Tone. |
| Bryzgarlin paces slowly around the room, noticing the sleeping baby in the corner. | |
| Lt. Bryzgarlin: | She is lovely baby. |
| Polly sighs. | |
| Polly Page: | She looks like her bastard of a father. |
| Bryzgarlin is surprised by her harsh tone, trying to make meaning of the words. | |
| Lt. Bryzgarlin: | You are right to be angry with me. |
| Polly looks towards him suspiciously. | |
| Polly Page: | Are you trying to apologise for what you did? Try to make it seem better after the event? |
| Bryzgarlin nods slowly. | |
| Lt. Bryzgarlin: | It was not right, what I did. I was angry about Norika. |
| Polly stares at the Lieutenant with a frosty glare. | |
| Polly Page: | You mean, giving the letter to the Captain? You gave it to that animal because you felt a bit delicate? |
| Bryzgarlin blinks, hesitating. | |
| Lt. Bryzgarlin: | I thought it was your fault. That she died. I was wrong. |
| Polly smirks humourlessly. | |
| Polly Page: | So it's your fault that I was kicked half to death? Your fault that I ended up giving birth a month early in this rat-hole of a place? Your fault that Wild Cat found out about Dave and... and... |
| Polly begins to cry, unable to finish her sentence through the sobs that rack her body. | |
| Bryzgarlin steps towards her, placing a hand softly on her shoulder. Polly lashes out and pushes the Lieutenant backwards. | |
| Polly Page: | Get your hands off me you beast! You're no better than that brute you take orders from. No, you're worse. At least he doesn't pretend to be nice! |
| Bryzgarlin looks crushed, and turns towards the door. | |
| Lt. Bryzgarlin: | I did not mean to make you more upset. I only wanted to see if you received letter. I will go. You may give me any more letter, and I will pass it on. |
| Polly retreats further and speaks in a low, deep voice. | |
| Polly Page: | Get out of me room. Get out. Just go away and leave me alone! |
| Polly throws herself down on her bunk and clutches the crumpled letter under her pillow. She breaks out into fresh tears as her hand touches the crinkled paper. Bryzgarlin silently makes his way from the dorm. | |
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| Vicky is gently rocking Hope's cradle and making police siren noises to keep Hope entertained. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Neeeeee-naaaaaaw Neeeeee-naaaaaaw! |
| Vicky manoeuvres a block of wood around the child's face and continues to make Area Car sounds. Polly flicks pebbles around in the dirt. | |
| Polly Page: | Do you have to do that? |
| Vicky looks across, puzzled by Polly's words. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | I'm just playing with the baby! She'll make a great Area Car driver one day when she's a plonk like us. |
| Polly scoffs. | |
| Polly Page: | Yeah right, she ain't gonna be a plonk. Not that any of us are for that matter. |
| Vicky shrugs. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | We're all plonks at heart, Poll. Give it time and we'll be back in England pounding the beat. And stopping off at corner shops. I can taste the ice-cream already! |
| Vicky licks her lips and continues to move the block around in front of Hope's eager little eyes. | |
| Polly Page: | As if we're really gonna see England again, anyway. |
| Vicky looks up, surprised by Polly's defeatist tone. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | What's the matter Poll? You've been walking around with a face as long as a plods underwear for the better part of a week! |
| Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | Well look around will ya! Not exactly in a fantastic location are we! |
| Vicky sighs. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Fine, forget it then. I just thought there might be something on your mind but since you obviously don't want to talk about it, I'll let you go back to sulking! |
| Vicky turns her back on Polly. Polly pauses, collecting her thoughts. | |
| Polly Page: | Vicky, I, it's just, it's complicated. |
| Vicky frowns. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | How is it complicated? It all seems pretty straightforward to me. |
| Polly Page: | It's just, well, I do want to talk about it, I just, well, I don't know how to put it. |
| Polly lowers her head with a long, drawn out sigh. Vicky rolls her eyes and glares at Polly. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | For God's sake just spit it out! Do you have to always draw things out? |
| Polly begins to get to her feet. | |
| Polly Page: | Fine then, forget about it. |
| Vicky reaches out and grabs Polly's shoulder before she can get up. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Just tell me about it, Polly. I don't mind listening. |
| Polly sits back down. | |
| Polly Page: | Well, the other day, I, I received a letter. From one of the PC's at my old nick. Tony. |
| Polly speaks slowly, trying to steady her voice. Vicky looks concerned and leans in closer to Polly. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | What did he say? |
| Polly Page: | Well, we knew for ages that, that they are all in a camp. Like us. |
| Vicky leans back. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | It figures, one camp for the girls, another for the boys. You don't know how much I wish they were co-ed. |
| Vicky smiles. Polly scoffs. | |
| Polly Page: | You would. |
| Vicky Hagen: | So what was contained in the letter? A bit of juicy gossip about the guys? |
| Polly bites her lower lip, concealing her tear-filled eyes with words of anger. | |
| Polly Page: | I was right, you've got no chance of understanding! |
| Vicky stands up and looks contemptuously down at Polly. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Probably not. I don't know why I wasted my time trying to help you. |
| Vicky begins to walk away from Polly without looking back. Polly looks up miserably. | |
| Polly Page: | Vicky, wait! |
| Vicky stops but does not turn around. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | What is it? |
| Polly bursts into tears, burying her face in her hands, sobbing. | |
| Polly Page: | They killed him.... |
| Vicky swivels around and looks at Polly, puzzled by her words. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Killed who? Your boyfriend? |
| Polly continues sobbing, her words barely coherent. | |
| Polly Page: | It, it was all my fault. They found out about the letters we wrote. They, they killed him.. and it was all my fault! |
| Vicky walks towards Polly and engulfs her in a surprised hug. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Don't be silly Poll, just tell me the story from the beginning. |
| Polly cries desperately on Vicky's shoulder. | |
| Polly Page: | But, but it was my fault. I told the Captain who he was.. I had to... I killed him! |
| Vicky pats Polly on the back uncomfortably. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | I'm sure you're exaggerating. Have you told any of the other women? |
| Polly Page: | They all knew about the letters. We were all writing them. Then the Lieutenant took one that I wrote to Dave to the Captain. He had his guards beat me up until I told him! I wouldn't, I mean, I didn't want to tell him. If it hadn't been for her, I wouldn't have. |
| Polly trails off, looking resentfully down at the sleeping child. Vicky looks confused. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | You can't blame the baby, Polly. She's an innocent in this! |
| Polly Page: | So was Dave! It wasn't his fault that I told. I shouldn't have told! It's all that thing's fault! Now you see? You see why I don�t want it in my life! It's her fault that Dave's dead! |
| Vicky releases Polly and steps backwards, a disgusted look on her face. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | The baby is blameless, Poll! It's not her fault you grassed your boyfriend up. I think it's pretty shabby that you're trying to pin the blame on her when it lies fairly and squarely at your own doorstep! |
| Polly looks up blankly. | |
| Polly Page: | Well then we should both be dead. Not Dave. |
| Vicky backs further away from Polly and looks between her and the infant child. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Don't be stupid, Polly. You're alive and he's dead and you've got a baby you have to care for! What do you think he would think if he could see you now? |
| Polly looks up sharply. | |
| Polly Page: | What does it matter? I'll never see him again, will I! Never! |
| Vicky shrugs. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Well you'll just have to learn to live with that. |
| Vicky turns away again and leaves the area. Polly is left standing forlornly in the middle of the compound with a blank look on her face. | |
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| June and Polly are walking towards their sleeping quarters after a long session in the showers. | |
| June Ackland: | You're quiet this morning Poll. |
| June looks over at her companion, an expression of worry on her face. Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | What do you care? |
| June gives Polly a puppy-dog look. | |
| June Ackland: | Vicky told me... about Dave. You should have said. |
| June's eyes are wet with tears. | |
| Polly Page: | What would have been the point. Nothing anyone coulda done about it. It was my fault anyway. |
| June Ackland: | Don't think like that. They would have found out who he was anyway, they didn't need you to tell them that. Did the letter mention how he died? |
| June and Polly walk inside their dorm and sit down on their respective beds. Polly shakes her head miserably. | |
| Polly Page: | Tony just said he was shot. |
| June looks down at her pillow and makes a feeble attempt to make her bed. | |
| June Ackland: | Well at least he died with a bit of dignity then. At least he didn't suffer. |
| June looks up and gives Polly a small, sad smile. | |
| June Ackland: | How are you coping? |
| Polly is slightly irritated by June's prying. | |
| Polly Page: | How am I coping? Spare me your compassion June! |
| June is about to reply when Viv walks into the dorm. She looks between the two women, realising she has come in at the wrong time. | |
| Viv Martella: | June, sorry to interrupt. Can I have a word with you for a moment? Outside? |
| June looks up, annoyed by Viv's interruption. | |
| June Ackland: | Is it important? |
| Viv Martella: | It'll only take a minute. |
| Viv gestures to the doorway. June stands up with a sigh and leaves the room. | |
| June Ackland: | You really pick your moments! |
| Viv Martella: | Look, I'm sorry about that, Vicky just caught up with me. Is it true? |
| June Ackland: | About Dave being shot? |
| June nods her head slowly in response as a loud wail is heard from inside the dorm. | |
| Viv Martella: | That sure would explain a hell of a lot around here. |
| June Ackland: | I know. The baby's started up again and all. |
| Viv Martella: | I can't take much more of this, June. |
| June winces and puts her hands over her ears to drown out the noise. | |
| June Ackland: | I know. I haven't had a decent night's sleep for weeks! |
| Viv Martella: | I mean, I feel sorry for her, especially now, but she could at least try to help. I don't know what more we could've done for her. We've talked, listened, supported, everything we were meant to, but she's just not getting over this. |
| June shrugs. | |
| June Ackland: | We've even stood in as surrogate mothers for her baby but has she ever thanked us? I know that times are tough right now but she could at least show some willingness to help. |
| June sighs as the wailing from inside grows louder. | |
| Viv Martella: | Exactly. When is she just going to grow up! |
| June Ackland: | I think it's too late Viv. She's never going to accept responsibility for the baby no matter what. I guess we'll just have to stand in for her. It's Hope I feel sorry for. Imagine going through life knowing that you were rejected as a baby by your own mother. |
| June looks downcast as the screams from inside the dorm continue. | |
| Viv Martella: | What life, eh? Imagine being a child of rape born in a POW camp. |
| Viv sighs. | |
| June Ackland: | This is depressing, innit? I just wish that Hope would shut up sometimes! |
| June's face breaks out into a wide grin as the cries from inside the dorm stop suddenly. | |
| June Ackland: | Hooray for Polly! It looks like our young mother is finally taking her duties seriously. |
| Viv grins. | |
| Viv Martella: | Well, it just goes to show ya, doesn't it! Anyway, I'll let you get back to it. |
| Viv smiles before heading back over to the mess hall. June chuckles and goes back inside the dorm. | |
| June Ackland: | Well my ears certainly appreciate the rest, Polly! What did you do to quieten her down? |
| Polly is standing over the baby, pressing a pillow firmly down on the child's upper body and head, tears screaming from her cheeks. | |
| Polly Page: | Just stop.. stop it! |
| June frowns at Polly's words and walks over towards the cot. | |
| June Ackland: | Polly? What are you doing to the baby? |
| June looks concerned as she reaches the cradle as notices what Polly is doing. Polly continues crying, unaware of June's presence. | |
| Polly Page: | Stop, stop crying! |
| June is shocked by the sight of Polly trying to smother her baby. | |
| June Ackland: | Polly, what the hell do you think you're doing! |
| June pulls Polly backwards away from the cot and shoves her roughly aside. June takes the pillow and flings it across the room, revealing Hope's tear-streaked face. June picks up the baby and checks her pulse and breathing. She smiles with relief as the baby lets out a loud yell. June turns towards Polly furiously. Polly watches, her face expressionless as June attends to the child. | |
| June Ackland: | You were trying to kill her! You wanted to murder your own baby, Polly! Wasn't one attempt enough? |
| Polly looks away from June, her reply soft and unfeeling. | |
| Polly Page: | I just wanted her to be quiet. |
| June Ackland: | Permanently, eh? Well look here you selfish little cow, it's not Hope's fault that Dave was killed! Your baby is innocent, if you're trying to blame someone for Dave's death then the only contenders are the bastards running this war! How could you even consider doing such an evil thing? |
| June pats Hope's back gently as Hope cries lustily into her shoulder. Polly blinks several times, before turning and making her way from the dorm. June stares after Polly, horrified by her total lack of compassion. | |
| June Ackland: | Don't worry sweetie, you're safe now. |
| June kisses Hope on the forehead and bounces her a few times until she stops crying. | |
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| Vicky and some of the other women have gathered under a tree in the compound to discuss Polly's situation at a group meeting. Viv, June, Vicky and Liz are in attendance. | |
| Viv Martella: | Okay, it's gone too far ladies. We have to decide what we're going to do about that selfish brat that used to be Polly Page. |
| Vicky nods. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | She's changed completely. I always thought that she was pretty pathetic but going by her recent form she doesn't care about anyone but herself. I'm sick to death of her, to be honest. |
| June steps forward. | |
| June Ackland: | Well, by now you will have heard the latest incident and I for one am not prepared to tolerate it any longer. So, we have called you all together to discuss possible solutions. We are in agreement that she is not to be left alone with the child, are we not? |
| Viv nods. | |
| Viv Martella: | I'd sooner leave a kid with Wild Cat than with her at the moment! |
| Suzi walks past the small group of women, making her way towards the clinic. Liz approaches Suzi, raising her voice slightly. | |
| Liz Rawton: | Suzi, are we able to have a brief word with you? |
| Suzi shrugs and takes a seat with the other women. | |
| Suzi Croft: | I don't see why not, so long as you don't keep me for too long. We're absolutely swamped with patients just now! |
| Suzi looks around the group of serious-looking faces. | |
| Suzi Croft: | What are we talking about? |
| Viv�s face is grim. | |
| Viv Martella: | Polly. |
| Suzi nods, understanding the sour looks on the other women's faces. | |
| Suzi Croft: | What's she done now? |
| Liz Rawton: | You mean you haven't heard? She tried to kill the baby! |
| Suzi chokes and stares at Liz. | |
| Suzi Croft: | She did what? |
| June sighs, before retelling the story. | |
| June Ackland: | Last week, I was out talking to Viv, Polly was in our dorm with Hope. We heard the child start crying and then she just stopped. Amazed that Polly had actually lifted a finger to help, I headed back into the room and found Polly smothering the baby with a pillow! |
| Viv cuts in. | |
| Viv Martella: | This has gone too far. We need to keep her away from the child. Any ideas? |
| Vicky shrugs. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | She is the baby's mother. I mean, we're not really in a position to do anything are we? |
| June Ackland: | Well I for one am not standing back and risking that baby's safety! I mean, I think Polly needs our help but Hope needs it more. |
| Suzi nods her head. | |
| Suzi Croft: | So we try to keep the two of them apart? Maybe move Hope to a different dorm? |
| Vicky looks worried. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Don't look at me! I ain't being the wet nurse to that kid. I leave that sort of soppy stuff to the likes of June! |
| June looks mildly offended. | |
| June Ackland: | Yeah, I mean, she ain't gonna like it, but I think it's for the best. The question is, which dorm? Who here's willing to be woken up three or four times a night by a screaming baby? |
| Viv winces. | |
| Viv Martella: | A howling baby, more like. She could shout for England! |
| Suzi frowns. | |
| June Ackland: | Yeah, you've a point there. Any takers? |
| Suzi Croft: | Well I would volunteer but I spend most of my time working late in the clinic and I wouldn't be able to care for her during the day. |
| Suzi looks at Liz. | |
| Suzi Croft: | What about you, Liz? You have a dorm all to yourself don't you? |
| Liz looks nervous. | |
| Liz Rawton: | I'm not exactly the mothering type, though. |
| Viv looks annoyed. | |
| Viv Martella: | You'd rather see the baby end up dead? |
| Liz objects, strengthening her tone of voice. | |
| Liz Rawton: | I didn't say that, I just meant that there's bound to be someone more suitable. |
| Viv raises her voice. | |
| Viv Martella: | Like who? The Commander? Stop being so bloody selfish, we all have to pull together on this one! Put the baby's interests ahead of our own. |
| Liz nods slowly. | |
| Liz Rawton: | Well fine, I guess. But that's me taken care of, you guys came sort out the day arrangements amongst yourselves. |
| Vicky rolls her eyes. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Leave me out of it, yeah? I'm sick of this. I just want Polly out of the way so she can't harm her daughter. |
| Suzi narrows her eyes. | |
| Suzi Croft: | Who's going to break the news to Polly that we're not letting her get near Hope ever again? |
| June sighs. | |
| June Ackland: | Viv and I will take care of that. Not that it'll bother her too much. She never cared for her in the first place. |
| Suzi smiles sadly. | |
| Suzi Croft: | Well you'd better come with me to the clinic and tell her now. |
| Suzi, June and Viv stand up and begin to walk across the compound. Viv pauses as they near the clinic. | |
| Viv Martella: | What's that sound? |
| Viv shakes her head as a loud buzzing noise can be heard throughout the camp. Several other women emerge from their tents and look around to try to discover the source of the noise. June gasps, clutching Viv's hand. | |
| June Ackland: | What the hell was that! |
| Suzi looks upwards. | |
| Suzi Croft: | It's coming from the sky! Look, I can see planes! |
| Suzi waves her finger in the air at the distant aircraft. Liz looks up towards the moving objects, squinting to get a better view. | |
| Liz Rawton: | They're, they're English planes! They're English! |
| Vicky's face breaks into a wide grin. June waves her arms frantically, as the women begin yelling. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | At last, those bloody men are doing something right! |
| Viv manages a small smile at the sight of the bombers. Suzi and the other women keep cheering as the planes swoop overhead. | |
| Suzi Croft: | We must be winning the war! |
| Polly comes running out of the clinic towards Suzi. | |
| Polly Page: | What's going on? They're all seriously worked up in there! |
| Vicky wraps her arms around Polly and kisses her face. Polly pulls away. | |
| Polly Page: | What's going on? |
| Vicky Hagen: | We've won! We're winning the war Polly! |
| Polly looks around at the women hugging and cheering. | |
| Polly Page: | What's all the noise? |
| Vicky dances around as the planes above the camp turn around and come back for a second run. June looks momentarily confused. | |
| June Ackland: | What are they doing? |
| Vicky Hagen: | It's the good old RAF! Here to show us that we're not forgotten. |
| Vicky trails off. Viv puts her hand to her eyes and stares at the distant planes. | |
| Viv Martella: | They're dropping something! Hell, they're dropping bombs! |
| June Ackland: | Everyone get down! |
| June pushes Viv to the ground, sheltering her head with her arms. Suzi gasps. Viv wipes the dust out of her eyes as an enormous explosion rocks the camp. Vicky s face turns pale. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | What the hell are those pillocks doing? |
| Vicky winces as a large bomb hits the barracks and wood and shrapnel fly everywhere. Suzi crawls under a piece of metal sheeting as Russian guards come out and begin to fire their rifles at the planes. Viv shudders as a large explosion shakes the earth. | |
| Viv Martella: | How can we tell those idiots to stop? |
| Liz looks up, noticing the bricks and iron sheets that have been strewn across the compound. Viv covers her ears as a final deafening explosion blows their sleeping quarters to the ground. Polly looks up, pushing Vicky off of her as she drags herself to her feet, her face white with shock. | |
| Polly Page: | My baby! |
| Viv blinks several times and also gets to her feet. Polly blindly tears across the littered yard, towards the remnants of the sleeping quarters. | |
| Viv Martella: | Don't be stupid Polly! Those guards are shooting at everything that moves! |
| Viv struggles towards Polly but trips over, her legs unbalanced from shock. Vicky coughs loudly from the smoke that has infiltrated the area and looks in horror at her bleeding arm. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Well it looks like she got her wish. Her baby's dead! |
| Vicky laughs maniacally. Polly awkwardly stumbles across iron sheets of roofing, to the previous location of their dorm. Viv slaps Vicky's face to help her come to her senses. June crouches besides Viv, looking on in confusion. | |
| June Ackland: | I don't understand it one bit. |
| Viv Martella: | What's she trying to do? There's no way the baby could have survived a direct hit like that! |
| Viv brushes the dust off her gown and looks around the compound. | |
| Viv Martella: | Where's Liz? |
| Suzi clambers out from under her metal sheet and also gets to her feet. | |
| Suzi Croft: | I think I saw her running towards her dorm. Maybe she's inside? |
| Suzi looks worried as she surveys the smoking remnants of Liz's dorm. June clambers to her feet, still shaking. | |
| June Ackland: | Where, where is she? |
| Viv gasps as she catches sight of Liz's body sprawled out on the ground. | |
| Viv Martella: | Oh my God. |
| June runs towards Viv. | |
| June Ackland: | What? Viv, what? |
| Viv rushes over to Liz's body and leans over her, trying to find a pulse. | |
| Viv Martella: | She was hit in the stomach at point blank range. I'm afraid it's too late June. |
| Viv's face remains grimly determined as she forces herself to spit out her words. June's face is a mixture of misery and detachment. | |
| June Ackland: | And she made it this far and all. |
| Viv gently closes Liz's eyes. Polly is continuing to pull sheets of metal and other materials from the rubble, searching desperately for the child. Viv shakes her head sadly. | |
| Viv Martella: | Bloody airmen. Couldn't they tell that this was a POW camp for Christ's sake? |
| June looks across at Polly's frantic form. | |
| June Ackland: | Viv, I, she's looking for the baby. I don't understand. |
| Vicky staggers towards the remnants of their sleeping quarters and comes up behind Polly. | |
| Viv Martella: | I think she's finally accepted Hope. Five minutes too late. |
| June Ackland: | Shut up Viv. |
| Viv's voice is tinged with bitter irony. June makes her way slowly towards Vicky and Polly, Viv trailing behind. Vicky puts her arm around Polly's waist to steady herself. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Forget it Polly, come away from there. The baby's dead. |
| Polly looks up upon hearing Vicky's voice, tears running down her face. | |
| Polly Page: | No, no, she's not. She can't be. |
| Vicky sighs. Polly continues searching, cutting her hands on the sharp metals. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Well then where is she? Come away from there. |
| Vicky beckons for Suzi to come over. Polly doesn't looks up at Vicky, ignoring her words, hearing a faint whimpering. Vicky rolls her eyes and steps away from the rubble, not hearing the noise. | |
| Polly Page: | She's here, I know it. She's alive. |
| Vicky stops and turns back, aware of the muffled noises. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Hell, you might just be right! I heard a faint cry. |
| Vicky joins Polly in her frantic search through the rubble. Viv, Suzi and June do likewise. Polly pulls a final sheet of metal away, the child's screaming being heard loudly by all the women nearby. Polly delicately pushes a few bricks away, before carefully lifting the unharmed child from her cot, brushing dust from her tiny face, hugging her tightly. | |
| Polly Page: | She's okay, she's okay! |
| Vicky gasps. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | It's a bloody miracle! How badly injured is she? |
| Polly is in hysterics with relief. | |
| Polly Page: | She's fine! Not a scratch on her! |
| Vicky grins and hugs Suzi tightly. June jogs to Polly's side, beaming down at the crying child. | |
| June Ackland: | I have to say, this is the first time I'm glad to hear that noise! |
| Viv folds her arms and smiles broadly. | |
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