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| Krylyova is standing outside the Commander's tent looking impatiently towards the tent flap. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Why hasn't the stupid old grood finished yet? He takes longer and longer every night. |
| Krylyova taps his foot, annoyed. Bure escorts his newest girl to the tent flap, extremely satisfied with his gift. | |
| Commander Bure: | You have indeed been most enchanting, my dear. I do look forward to our future meetings. |
| Bure strokes her hair tenderly, turning, leaving Polly at the Captain's side. Krylyova scowls at Polly. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | So he's finished with you then? |
| Polly doesn't look up, but continues trailing beside the Captain. Krylyova glares at his captive. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Well? Did you have fun? |
| Polly ignores his comments, merely glaring at him bitterly. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Was it your first time, woman? Answer me! |
| Krylyova and Polly are heading back towards the sleeping quarters. Polly turns from his glance, remaining silent. Krylyova grabs Polly roughly and slams her against the wall of the sleeping quarters. There is the strong smell of alcohol on his breath and he spits out a few words at Polly. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Was that your first time? |
| Polly's eyes remained fixed on the pins attached to the Captain's collar. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Tell me. Were you a virgin, woman? |
| Krylyova slides his hands up Polly's legs. Krylyova grunts as he feels a wet trickle of blood against the palm of his hand. Polly stares into his cold eyes, seizing her opportunity and spitting into his face, her expression one of pure loathing and disgust. Krylyova sneers. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | The Commander may have used protection but I am a common solider and such luxuries are not afforded to us. |
| Krylyova grins. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | You're going to feel a real man inside you for once woman. |
| Polly gazes beyond his frame to the deserted compound, absent-mindedly pushing a strand of hair from her face. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | You have seen how the tame animals behave, now let me show you what a wild animal does to his prey. |
| Polly is brought back into reality by a burning pain across her face. As she stares once again into his eyes, Krylyova tears off Polly's gown in one motion. Krylyova crushes Polly's slender frame with his own and slowly pulls down his trousers. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Let's get more comfortable. |
| Krylyova pushes Polly down to the ground and removes the tattered remnants of her gown. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | I think you deserve a good beating, woman. |
| Polly lays limp under his grasp, the cold night air sending chills down her body. Krylyova starts bashing his fists into Polly's body, not really caring where his punches land so long as they inflict the maximum possible damage. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Keep quiet! |
| Krylyova grabs Polly's gown and stuffs it deep into her mouth, preventing her screams. Polly turns her head from him, each blow gradually quietening her muffled cries, until eventually she can not feel pain. Krylyova towers over his helpless victim as she slips into unconsciousness. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | You are going to enjoy this woman. |
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| Viv scrunches her pillow tightly in her hands, sitting in the middle of her bed, her feet crossed under her. June looks across, the worry in her eyes plain to see. | |
| Viv Martella: | This is complete madness, June! How can this be happening? I mean, haven't they figured out what's going on? |
| June shrugs. | |
| June Ackland: | I don't think they care, Viv. |
| June gets to her feet quickly as the door opens. Krylyova is standing in the doorway with Polly, half-unconscious in his arms. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | She was a great disappointment. But she will learn. |
| Krylyova carelessly drops Polly to the floor and leaves the room, locking the door behind him. June and Viv rush over to Polly's side. | |
| June Ackland: | Polly, what happened? |
| Polly pushes herself up on her hands awkwardly, spitting the blood out of her mouth. | |
| Polly Page: | Go away! |
| June takes Polly's hands and helps her up from the floor. | |
| June Ackland: | What did those brutes do to you? |
| Polly groans, almost crawling to her bunk. Viv grabs her arm and helps her into bed, as June places the sheets over Polly, handing her a fresh gown. Viv turns to June. | |
| Viv Martella: | Now what? |
| June lightly puts her hand to Polly's forehead. | |
| June Ackland: | Just leave her, Viv. I think she needs sleep more than anything. She'll tell us what happened when she's ready. |
| June brushes a few strands of hair from Polly's face. Polly buries her head down in her pillow, flinching from June's touch. Viv nods. | |
| Viv Martella: | Yeah, we'll leave it 'til morning. |
| June Ackland: | Sleep well, Poll. |
| Polly pulls her clean gown over her head awkwardly, her left wrist extremely sore. She lays back down in bed without a sound, and lets her eyes fall closed. | |
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| June and the other women are asleep in their bunks when they are awoken by a hard knocking on the door. Viv jumps from her bed quickly. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Wake up! |
| Krylyova's snarling voice can be heard from behind the door. He blows his whistle loudly and opens the door. Suzi enters the cabin, escorted in by the Captain. Viv heads across to the door very defensively, as June sits up in her bunk. Suzi rushes over to Polly, the concern evident in her eyes. The Captain leaves then, again locking the door. | |
| Suzi Croft: | What happened here? |
| June looks towards Suzi in surprise. | |
| June Ackland: | Who the hell are you? What are you doing here? |
| Suzi shrugs. | |
| Suzi Croft: | I'm the medical officer. The Captain woke me and told me I had a patient in here. I assume that he meant Polly? |
| Viv sighs. | |
| Viv Martella: | That's one way of putting it, I suppose. |
| Suzi Croft: | Well are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to resort to telepathy? |
| Viv Martella: | How the bloody hell should we know. She wasn't exactly in a talking mood when that bastard threw her back here last night! |
| Suzi Croft: | One of the guards raped her? Do you know which one? |
| Viv shakes her head. | |
| Viv Martella: | We don't know anything. Only it was that bastard that brought you here, dumped her last night. |
| Suzi says nothing as she gently wakes Polly up. | |
| Suzi Croft: | Come on Polly, time to get up. |
| Polly stirs slightly, with a painful moan. Suzi gently pulls the bed sheets off Polly in order to get a closer look at her bruised body. | |
| Suzi Croft: | Polly? How do you feel? |
| Polly curls up tightly, drawing her knees to her chest. | |
| Polly Page: | Leave me alone! |
| Suzi slaps Polly across the face. | |
| Suzi Croft: | Grow up! We're not going to get anywhere unless you stop acting like a spoilt brat and co-operate with me! |
| Polly opens her eyes, somewhat shocked. She drags herself into a sitting position, looking very tired and dazed. | |
| Polly Page: | Suzi? |
| Suzi carefully lifts up Polly's eyelids and checks her eyes. Suzi continues the examination, moving down to Polly's shoulders and upper body. | |
| Suzi Croft: | Well she seems okay physically apart from some bruising and a sprained wrist. Can you tell me what happened, Polly? |
| Polly looks away, shaking her head. Suzi grabs Polly by the shoulders and forces her to look into her eyes. | |
| Suzi Croft: | You can either bottle this up and keep it a secret, or you can tell me about it so I can do something to help you. I've been dragged out of bed at four-thirty in the morning because of you so don't waste my time! |
| Polly blinks, looking from Viv to June and back to Suzi. | |
| Polly Page: | Last night, two guards and the Captain took me to the Commander. |
| Suzi nods, her expression growing slightly more worried. | |
| Suzi Croft: | Did he do this to you? |
| Polly shakes her head. | |
| Polly Page: | The other one. |
| Suzi looks concerned. | |
| Suzi Croft: | The Captain? But I thought you said they took you to the Commander. |
| Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | After that. When he was walking me back. |
| Suzi looks confused. | |
| Suzi Croft: | What happened on the way back? |
| Polly Page: | He, he... |
| Suzi looks annoyed. Polly trails off, tears streaming down her face, as she buries her face in her hands. | |
| Suzi Croft: | Spit it out! |
| Viv steps forward, assertively placing a hand on Suzi's shoulder. | |
| Viv Martella: | Don't you think you could be a bit more sensitive? We've not all been hardened to this place as you have! |
| Suzi Croft: | A few weeks here tends to blunt the sensitivity. I have to know exactly what he did to her if I'm going to help her recover from her ordeal! |
| Suzi turns to Polly and softens the tone of her voice. | |
| Suzi Croft: | Just tell me what happened, Polly. |
| Polly looks down at her hands. | |
| Polly Page: | As he was walking me back, he was angry. He was just really wound up, and he pushed me up against a wall and made lots of threats. I really can't remember much, he was just hitting me all the time. I ended up on the ground and I guess I passed out. I don't remember. |
| Suzi Croft: | Did he rape you? |
| Polly Page: | I can't remember! He said he was going to, but I, I'm sorry, I just can't remember! |
| Suzi screws up her face. | |
| Suzi Croft: | What about the Commander? Did he force you to have sex with him? |
| Polly nods slowly. | |
| Polly Page: | He was okay, I mean, he didn't do any of this. |
| Suzi bites her lip. | |
| Suzi Croft: | I have to examine you, Polly. Is that okay? |
| Polly nods, still not quite back to reality. Suzi lowers her eyes and carries out an exam. After a few minutes, Polly curls back up on her bed, her back against the cold cement wall. Suzi stands up and moves away from Polly's bed in order to be out of hearing range. Viv follows her and June attends to Polly. Viv lowers her voice. | |
| Viv Martella: | Is she ok? I mean, what can we do? |
| Suzi speaks in a grave tone. | |
| Suzi Croft: | She has been raped several times and very roughly if the signs are anything to go by. There is evidence of severe vaginal trauma and bruising of the inner thighs. As far as I can tell, she was pushed to the ground, violently assaulted then raped. And the man didn't take precautions. |
| Suzi chooses her words carefully. Viv replies in a lowered, deadpan tone: | |
| Viv Martella: | Well, why should he? After all, it's not as we can head out and arrest him! |
| Suzi Croft: | I wish we could. |
| Suzi sighs. | |
| Suzi Croft: | The problem is that even though there is a reduced risk, pregnancy is still a possibility. |
| Viv Martella: | Oh fantastic. So, what do we do? It's not like there's a drug store just down the road! We can't even get out of this room! |
| Suzi remains calm. | |
| Suzi Croft: | If it was the Captain who raped her, she was lucky to get out of it alive. His last victim didn't make it. |
| Viv Martella: | So, what is she meant to be grateful! This is ridiculous! Why doesn't anyone know what's going on here? |
| Suzi just stands there looking dispassionately at Viv as she continues to rant. | |
| Viv Martella: | How can you put up with this! How can you just go around picking up the pieces? You're a policewoman! |
| Suzi Croft: | Have you quite finished? |
| Viv looks at her coldly. | |
| Viv Martella: | Yes. |
| Suzi speaks quietly and precisely. | |
| Suzi Croft: | Unless I'm very much mistaken, it was her first time last night. We've all had sex in situations we'd rather forget, but I think this is in a league of it's own. |
| Viv scoffs looking miserably from Polly to Suzi. She follows Viv's gaze and stares sympathetically at Polly too. | |
| Suzi Croft: | They always take the young, pretty ones first. It's a shame really. |
| Suzi sighs and the two women go over to help June comfort Polly. | |
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| Viv places the breakfast trays softly in front of June and Polly, slowly taking a seat next to the pair. Polly looks pale and withdrawn. June ventures a question. | |
| June Ackland: | Are you feeling okay, Polly? |
| Polly looks up dispassionately. | |
| Polly Page: | Fine. |
| Viv shrugs at June, turning back to Polly. | |
| Viv Martella: | Well, you'd best eat up. |
| Polly picks unenthusiastically at her soggy breakfast. | |
| Polly Page: | I'm not really hungry this morning. |
| Viv Martella: | I know, but you'll feel better with something in ya stomach. |
| Polly continues to play with her food, but her heart isn't in it. June and Viv exchange a worried look. Liz scuffs over to the table, taking a seat opposite the three women. | |
| Liz Rawton: | Morning... |
| Liz trails off, looking from June to Polly strangely. June looks up and gives a slight shake of her head. | |
| June Ackland: | Morning Liz. |
| Liz drops her jaw, lowering her head. Viv stutters awkwardly. | |
| Viv Martella: | So, Liz, erm, tell me, do we always get served this slop, or have the past two days just been some kind of punishment? |
| Liz Rawton: | I'm afraid it's a growing trend. |
| Liz sighs, returning to delicately rearranging the porridge on her plate. June clears her throat. | |
| June Ackland: | I think I'll get a cup of coffee. |
| June stands up and moves over to the decanter on the far side of the room. Liz excuses herself and promptly follows after June. | |
| Liz Rawton: | June, is this what it all looks like? I mean, I'm not an idiot. |
| June turns around in surprise as Liz appears behind her. | |
| June Ackland: | How do you mean? |
| Liz shrugs, pouring her coffee. | |
| Liz Rawton: | I've been here long enough to recognise that look. She was taken wasn't she? |
| June turns her eyes downwards and speaks quietly. | |
| June Ackland: | They took her last night. Well, that Captain chap did. Is that usual? |
| Liz pauses, a frown crossing her face. | |
| Liz Rawton: | No, it's not. I thought she looked too roughed up to be the Commander's doing. |
| June sips her coffee. | |
| June Ackland: | You know these guards well do you? |
| Liz Rawton: | As well as anyone I imagine. Although I personally have never had the pleasure of 'Wild Cat'. One of the advantages of being plump with short hair, I guess. Not many have. There's only been one since I've been here, and only two before that. He's more particular. |
| June puts her drink down. | |
| June Ackland: | 'Wild Cat'? Do you have names for all the guards? |
| Liz Rawton: | Yeah, most of them. Just a habit formed over time. |
| June Ackland: | Do you have one for the Commander? |
| Liz nods. | |
| Liz Rawton: | 'The Gentleman'. |
| June snorts. | |
| June Ackland: | And the Lieutenant? |
| Liz chuckles lightly. | |
| Liz Rawton: | Desperate! |
| June smiles briefly then heads back towards the table, Liz following after her. | |
| Liz Rawton: | You know, my offer still stands if you're interested? |
| Polly looks up wearily. | |
| Polly Page: | What offer? |
| Liz chooses her words tactfully. | |
| Liz Rawton: | Well, you're not going to thank me for this, but it may be the only way. After all, you can't go through this every night, now can ya! |
| Polly sighs. | |
| Polly Page: | What's the point? They'll still take me no matter how ugly you make me. |
| Liz Rawton: | Not necessarily. At least not Wild Cat anyway. He's strictly the appearance�s only type. |
| Polly replies bitterly. | |
| Polly Page: | Yeah, you can say that again. Mind you, he's not too fussy about what he does to wreck ya appearance! |
| Polly rolls up her sleeve to expose long fingernail scratches along her arm. Liz nods slowly. | |
| Liz Rawton: | Yeah, that's him all right. Hence the Wild Cat thing. Has Suzi checked you out? |
| Polly Page: | Yes, she came into my room this morning. |
| Polly rolls her sleeve back down. Krylyova strides into the breakfast tent with several guards in tow. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Women get up! Time for your morning run! |
| Krylyova claps his hands together loudly. Liz groans under her breath, rising from the table. Krylyova walks over to Polly's table and slowly gazes down at her. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Hurry up little one, we don't want you to be late, do we? |
| Polly stands up quickly and follows Liz out the door. Viv grits her teeth, noticing the Captain's attention. She too gets to her feet, an arm on Polly's shoulder. | |
| Viv Martella: | Come on. |
| Polly and Viv leave the tent under the watchful eye of the Captain. | |
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| June, Liz, Viv and Polly sneak into the tent while they're supposed to be on gardening duty. Liz gets Polly to sit on the bed, while she gets out a bowl, scissors and a jar of water. Polly looks nervous. | |
| Liz Rawton: | I know how stupid it feels going through with all this, but trust me, it'll pay off. I've put a few women including myself through what I call rat poisoning. It'll only be necessary for a week or so, until they find some fresh meat. |
| Liz passes the bowl of dirt to Viv, instructing her to pour water through it, mixing it into a paste. June looks at the paste with interest. | |
| June Ackland: | What are you planning to do with that? |
| Liz Rawton: | Well, some of it'll go on her face, the rest for arms and legs. It's primitive, but a great deterrent. |
| Polly looks at the bowl suspiciously. | |
| Polly Page: | And that's all you'll be doing? Covering me in mud? |
| Liz observes as Viv continues mixing the mud, before crossing the tent, sitting next to Polly. | |
| Liz Rawton: | Not exactly. |
| Liz sighs. | |
| Polly Page: | How do ya mean? |
| Polly looks worried. | |
| Liz Rawton: | There's no easy way to go about this. I'll cut your hair too. |
| Polly's hands move instinctively to protect her hair. | |
| Polly Page: | No way! It's not me hair he was after last night! |
| Liz places a hand on her upper arm. | |
| Liz Rawton: | I know, but please trust me on this. It'll work. And it'll grow back in no time. |
| Polly shakes her head firmly. | |
| Polly Page: | No way, my hair's the only thing left on me that that brute left untouched and I'm not sacrificing it! |
| Liz softens her voice. | |
| Liz Rawton: | It's only hair, Polly. It'll grow back. And it's not like there's anyone to impress over here, is there? |
| Polly slowly lowers her hands. | |
| Polly Page: | But it's all I have left to remind me of... of me Mum and Dad. Me Dad always used to say that I had lovely hair and if that goes then I'll have nothing left! |
| June walks over to join them. | |
| June Ackland: | Polly, you'll always have the memories. That's the one thing that they can't take! They can torture your body but they can't touch your soul. |
| Polly looks defeated. | |
| Polly Page: | But is there any other way? Please? |
| Polly looks appealingly at Liz. Liz cringes. | |
| Liz Rawton: | Well, if you can think of anything else, it's up to you. But the less attractive we make you, the better. |
| Polly sighs and shrugs, no longer caring. | |
| Polly Page: | Do your worst. |
| Liz nods as she goes back over to the desk, grabbing the scissors and a towel. She wraps the towel around Polly's shoulders, and sits back down next to her. Polly cringes. | |
| Polly Page: | Be gentle, yeah? |
| Liz nods grimly, as she slowly takes a handful of blonde hair, the scissors sliding up about an inch from Polly's scalp, cutting the hairs with one crisp movement. Polly flinches as the sharp scissors slowly cut a jagged path across her forehead. | |
| Polly Page: | Can't you cut it neatly? |
| Liz Rawton: | That'd defeat the purpose. |
| Polly nods and inclines her head downwards. Liz reaches for another handful, continuing to cut, the loose strands falling to the bed. Polly closes her eyes as all her remaining hair falls victim to the scissors. Liz finishes up, snipping the remaining loose strands, to within a inch of Polly's head. She gulps as the last lock of blonde hair is chopped from her scalp. | |
| Liz Rawton: | Done. |
| Liz turns her head to Viv. | |
| Liz Rawton: | We're ready for that. How's it looking? |
| Polly collects the final lock of hair from the bed beside her and shakes off the remaining strands of hair still clinging to her head. Liz places the bowl on the bed, dipping her fingertips into the mud. | |
| Liz Rawton: | This is usually the worst bit anyway. |
| Polly looks sceptically over at the mud on Liz�s fingers. | |
| Polly Page: | Where are you going to put it? |
| Liz Rawton: | Just on your face, arms and shins and I'll get you to put some on your stomach too. Okay? |
| Polly looks apprehensive but rolls up her gown nevertheless and watches Liz begin to apply the mud to her legs. | |
| Polly Page: | Will I have to keep applying this stuff? |
| Liz places the sloppy mixture into her hands. | |
| Liz Rawton: | There ya go. Just depends. If it wears off, then come back and we'll redo this. |
| Liz continues spreading the mud over Polly's arms and forehead. Polly groans. | |
| Polly Page: | I can't wait. |
| Polly lifts her arms and Liz applies mud to the underside. | |
| Liz Rawton: | Oh, and one more thing. It also helps if you don't shower. That way we shouldn�t have to redo this too often. |
| Polly nods tentatively. | |
| Polly Page: | But won't I start smelling from all this mud? |
| Liz nods. | |
| Liz Rawton: | That's the idea. |
| Polly looks defeated. | |
| Polly Page: | Do you want me to smear this over my stomach? |
| Polly reaches in and takes a handful of mud. Liz stands and delicately brushes it over Polly's nose and cheeks. | |
| Liz Rawton: | Yeah, if you could? |
| Polly slowly moves her muddy hands under her gown and applies the paste to her lower torso and upper thighs. When all the mud is used up, she gingerly withdraws her hands and looks up accusingly at Liz. | |
| June Ackland: | Is that enough? |
| Liz nods, handing Polly a towel. | |
| Liz Rawton: | That'll be fine. |
| Polly breathes a sigh of relief and stands up, drying off her hands. | |
| Polly Page: | Great, now can I please see just how horrible I look? |
| Liz Rawton: | Sure, we're all done here. |
| Liz heads towards the door. Polly and the other girls leave the tent. Polly emerges blinking into the sunlight. Sally and Vicky are walking past. Sally and Vicky stop and stare at the mud-splattered woman. | |
| Sally Johnson: | I know you must be desperate for sex but rolling around in the mud is a bit much! |
| Sally and Vicky burst into laughter. June gives Sally a cool look. | |
| June Ackland: | Give it a rest, yeah? |
| Sally grins maliciously at June. Vicky chuckles a very high-pitched bitchy laugh. | |
| Vicky Hagen: | And just who did ya hair, sugar? |
| Viv places an arm around Polly's shoulders, leading her away from the pair, and back to their dorm. Sally and Vicky trail along behind them, intrigued by Polly's muddied state. | |
| Sally Johnson: | Can't you wait until you get into your tent Martella? Do you have to start fondling the girl in public? |
| Viv turns, raising an eyebrow. | |
| Viv Martella: | What's the matter darling? Jealous? |
| Sally sniggers. | |
| Sally Johnson: | Hardly, you're not my type. I'm just worried about you taking up where the guards left off! |
| Viv continues leading Polly away from the girls. | |
| June Ackland: | Just leave it, yeah? Or are you too insensitive to understand what I'm saying? |
| Vicky notices the drops of blood and the smudges of muddy footprints covering the footpath along side the dorms. Raising both the pitch and volume of her voice to an almost cartoon style tone, Vicky can't resist the comment: | |
| Vicky Hagen: | Looks like someone was having fun out here last night? Was that you honey? |
| Vicky looks poignantly in Polly's direction. | |
| Sally Johnson: | Must be how she got all muddy, Vicks. Rolling around like a pig in the mud! |
| Polly looks from the footpath to the laughing women, her eyes filling with tears. Clasping a hand over her mouth, she races back towards her dorm, throwing herself on the bed, her body racked with sobs. June glares at Sally and dashes into the cabin after Polly. Viv folds her arms across her chest, turning back to the women, as June heads for their dorm after Polly. Sally gazes after June. | |
| Sally Johnson: | Blimey, these girls just can't keep their hands off each other! |
| Viv steps towards Sally, her expression fixed. | |
| Viv Martella: | Leave the little one alone. |
| Viv slaps Sally across the cheek hard, before turning and following after June. Sally raises her hand to her cheek in shock. | |
| Sally Johnson: | Oh, you'll regret that. Nice to see the Mummy looking after her little baby! |
| Sally and Vicky walk off, muttering under their breaths. | |
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| June approaches the cabin and tentatively walks over to Polly, who is slumped on her bed. | |
| June Ackland: | Polly? Just ignore them, they're about as sensitive as Frank Burnside on a good day. |
| Polly continues sobbing into her pillow, ignoring June's words. June gently touches Polly's shoulder. | |
| June Ackland: | Don't worry, you don't look that bad! You should see Viv in the morning. |
| Polly brushes June off, curling back further into the wall. | |
| Polly Page: | This just isn't fair. None of it. When's it all gonna stop? |
| June smiles softly. | |
| June Ackland: | It'll all stop one day, Polly. You just need to be strong and wait it out. |
| Polly Page: | But when? I mean, how long do police actions usually run for? A year, two, more? |
| Polly buries her head back down in her pillow. June thinks. | |
| June Ackland: | It depends, but don't think about that. You've had a rough twenty-four hours and what you need the most now is stability. |
| Polly scoffs. | |
| Polly Page: | Fat chance of that around this place! |
| June sighs and slowly strokes Polly's back. | |
| June Ackland: | Just don't give up, that's the important thing. |
| Polly Page: | I just, I mean, I don�t wanna stay here, but I don't wanna go home neither. I'm so ashamed, June. I just, I feel like I let everyone down. The job, my parents, everyone. |
| June looks confused. | |
| June Ackland: | None of this is your fault, Polly! I'm sure your Mum and Dad would be proud of how well you're taking this! |
| Polly bursts into a fresh set of tears. | |
| Polly Page: | Everything's just such a mess. I mean, we don't even know what's happening back home. For all we know, they could all be.. dead. |
| June is getting slightly irritated by Polly's self-pity. | |
| June Ackland: | Well it ain't easy for any of us, you know! Why don't you grow up and pull yourself together? I haven't got the time or the patience to listen to your blubbing anymore. Grow up girl, you're a police officer for crying out loud! |
| Polly sits up, a crushed expression on her face. | |
| Polly Page: | I was a police officer, you mean. Those things are all in the past. I used to have hair up until an hour ago too! But now look at me! |
| Polly collapses down onto her pillow again. | |
| June Ackland: | You don't look that bad, Polly. Why don't you take a look at yourself in the mirror? |
| Polly Page: | Because I already did, and I know exactly what I look like! I shoulda never gone through with it! |
| June sighs. | |
| June Ackland: | Well it's better than being dragged out of the cabin every night and being raped by the guards, innit? |
| Polly shrugs. | |
| Polly Page: | I don't care anymore. |
| June bites her lip. | |
| June Ackland: | Have you ever considered... I mean, have you thought that there might be consequences after last night? |
| Polly turns a very pale colour, raising her head slowly from the pillow, not able to look at June. | |
| Polly Page: | It's not, I mean, it's impossible. |
| June inclines her head. | |
| June Ackland: | Impossible? But Suzi said he didn't use protection. |
| Polly quickly comes up with a defence. | |
| Polly Page: | No, I mean, the timing's all wrong. It's impossible. |
| June asks another delicate question. | |
| June Ackland: | How do you know that Polly? Can you be sure? |
| Polly narrows her eyes. | |
| Polly Page: | I'm sure. |
| June Ackland: | But periods are dodgy at the best of times, Polly. How do you know for sure? |
| June is concerned. | |
| Polly Page: | I know. |
| June sighs. | |
| June Ackland: | I hope you're right, Polly. |
| June stands up and looks down pityingly at Polly's sprawled out form. | |
| June Ackland: | Are you okay here? |
| Polly drags herself up off the bed. | |
| Polly Page: | We should get back out there. Before they notice we're gone. |
| June furrows her forehead. Polly heads towards the open door, June pacing along behind her. | |
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