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| Suzi comes over to the bedside, looking from Norika's comatose form to the three people standing around her. | |
| Suzi Croft: | I'm afraid there's nothing we can do. It's just a matter of time. |
| Bryzgarlin raises his tear-streaked face. | |
| Lt. Bryzgarlin: | Can you help her? |
| Suzi shakes her head sadly. | |
| Suzi Croft: | I wish I could, I've tried everything. Her immune system is just too weak to fight anymore. |
| Bryzgarlin returns his head to his hands. | |
| June Ackland: | What happened, Suzi? |
| Suzi Croft: | A virus. It started as dysentery, but symptoms progressed and I've given her everything I can think of. She's just too weak. |
| June nods her head sadly. | |
| June Ackland: | Is there any chance that she will recover? |
| Suzi checks Norika's temperature, wiping the perspiration from her forehead. | |
| Suzi Croft: | It'd be a miracle June. She's just been slipping away these past few days, she lost consciousness yesterday morning. |
| June Ackland: | So there's no hope? |
| June chokes back a sob. Suzi sighs. | |
| Suzi Croft: | I wish there was, but she doesn't wanna fight anymore. |
| Suzi monitors Norika's weakening pulse. June slowly takes Norika's hand and clenches it tightly, resigned to the fact that she is about to lose a dear friend. Cathy kneels by the beside, taking the cloth from Suzi and gently stroking Norika's forehead. | |
| Cathy Marshall: | At least she won't suffer anymore. |
| Bryzgarlin ignores Cathy's comment and tenderly brushes the hair away from Norika's face. He leans over and kisses her once on her forehead then returns to his seat. | |
| Suzi Croft: | June, is there anyone else who should be here? Who Nori would want here? |
| June shakes her head. | |
| June Ackland: | Norika wasn't really into big-noting things. Cathy and I were her closest friends at Sun Hill and Leo here. I think this is the way that she would want it. |
| Suzi nods sorrowfully. | |
| Cathy Marshall: | June's right. This is how it should be. |
| Suzi keeps her fingers on Norika's fading pulse. | |
| Suzi Croft: | It won't be long now. |
| June closes her eyes and waits. | |
| Cathy Marshall: | It'll all be over Nori, you'll be away from this place. You'll be safe and happy. |
| Bryzgarlin can't bear the wait. He stands up and heads for the door without uttering a word. Suzi fights back tears as Norika's pulse ceases, and carefully places the woman's arm across her chest. | |
| Suzi Croft: | She's gone. |
| June opens her eyes. They are wet with tears. | |
| June Ackland: | Sleep well Norika. I hope you wake up in a happier place than this. |
| Cathy stands up slowly, clinging to June's arm. | |
| Cathy Marshall: | Let's go June. We've got lights out soon. |
| June nods and the two women slowly make their way out of the room, leaving Suzi standing above Norika's body. | |
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| Polly is pacing across the open yard, when she notices the Lieutenant coming from the opposite direction. Bryzgarlin is wandering around the complex with an empty look on his face. Polly looks around cautiously, before quickly slipping the letter from her pocket and approaching the Lieutenant. | |
| Polly Page: | Can you pass this on? |
| Bryzgarlin stares blankly at Polly. | |
| Lt. Bryzgarlin: | What? |
| Polly is in an unusually bubbly mood, handing him the letter with smile. | |
| Polly Page: | The letter. You'll pass it on? |
| Bryzgarlin shakes his head in disbelief. | |
| Lt. Bryzgarlin: | Letter? |
| Polly nods. | |
| Polly Page: | To the male officers. In the other camp. You said you would. |
| Bryzgarlin stares at Polly through wet eyes. | |
| Lt. Bryzgarlin: | How... How can you think of this... at a time like this? |
| Polly looks very surprised. | |
| Polly Page: | What's going on? What's the big deal? |
| Bryzgarlin backs away from Polly in disgust. | |
| Lt. Bryzgarlin: | You are sick! Norika said that you were nice girl but you are sick! |
| Bryzgarlin angrily shoves the letter into his pocket and storms off towards the Barracks, the sorrowful look on his face replaced by one of anger. Polly drops her jaw in shock, watching him leave, before continuing on towards her dorm. | |
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| Krylyova is carefully leafing through papers on his desk with a snarl of discontent on his face. Bryzgarlin enters the tent, drawing the Captain's attention with a small grunt. Krylyova looks up. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | What is it? |
| Bryzgarlin chooses his words very carefully, still fuming. | |
| Lt. Bryzgarlin: | It had come to my attention that we have deception occurring within the camp. I recently confiscated this letter from prisoner 4114, Page. |
| Bryzgarlin passes the still sealed letter to the Captain. Krylyova looks at the letter with little interest. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Who was she writing to? And how was she hoping to get it out? By carrier pigeon? |
| Lt. Bryzgarlin: | I do not know, sir. I left the letter as I found it. Unopened. |
| Krylyova raises his dark, furry eyebrows. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | How did this come into your hands, Lieutenant? |
| Lt. Bryzgarlin: | I saw her carrying it as she was returning to her dorm. About five minutes ago. |
| Krylyova snorts, picks up the letter and begins to read it. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | "Dear Dave..." |
| Krylyova pauses. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Dave? Who is this Dave? |
| Lt. Bryzgarlin: | I do not know, sir. |
| Krylyova skims through the letter, stopping after a few lines. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | "I love you Dave, I just hope you can forgive me for what that beast did to me..." |
| Krylyova is reading the letter out aloud, oblivious of the Lieutenant's presence. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | He was a lover! |
| Krylyova continues to skim through the letter. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | "I know the baby is the beast's child. I hate it, I hate it. It is a parasite inside me..." |
| Krylyova frowns and reads through to the end of the letter. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Hah! |
| Krylyova folds up the letter and salutes the Lieutenant. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Thank you Lieutenant. Dismissed! |
| Bryzgarlin looks away, suddenly feeling guilty. | |
| Lt. Bryzgarlin: | Sir. |
| Bryzgarlin turns and leaves the tent. Krylyova carefully places the letter on his desk. He is obviously not happy. | |
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| Polly is lying sprawled across her bunk, grabbing a quick nap before the others arrive. The guard knocks heavily on the door. Polly is stirred, sitting up quickly as the guard enters. | |
| Russian Guard: | Woman must come. Now. |
| Polly looks confused. | |
| Polly Page: | What? |
| The guard grabs Polly's shoulder and drags her up. Polly puts up some resistance but she is helpless. The guard has a grip like iron. | |
| Russian Guard: | Move! |
| Polly picks up her pace awkwardly, walking ahead of him. | |
| Polly Page: | Where are we going? |
| The guard doesn't answer, dragging Polly towards the Captain's tent. | |
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| Krylyova looks up as the protesting woman is manhandled into the tent, falling into an heap in front of his desk. He remains seated and the guards are standing at the doorway. Krylyova stands and paces around his desk several times, tapping the letter in his hand. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Up. |
| Polly stands up carefully with an angry look on her face. | |
| Polly Page: | Why have I been brought here? Come to admire your handiwork? |
| Krylyova smirks, ignoring her. He carefully unfolds the letter, holding it momentarily in Polly's face, before letting it drop to the ground. Polly looks both shocked and horrified. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | I'm afraid you have been found out. You are aware of the rules. |
| Polly slowly picks up the letter and stares the Captain defiantly in the face. Krylyova looks slightly amused. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Nothing to say for yourself? |
| Polly Page: | I wasn't aware that it was illegal to write. |
| Polly folds her arms. Krylyova looks surprised. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | You are lying. You knew. You chose to disobey! |
| Polly shakes her head. | |
| Polly Page: | I simply wrote an imaginary letter to my boyfriend back home. What is the big deal about that? |
| Krylyova takes a cigar from his desk drawer, lighting it slowly. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | It is against regulations to write, no matter what. |
| Polly chooses her word carefully. | |
| Polly Page: | So are you breaking regulations by writing all those silly reports that you're dropping cigar ash on right now? |
| Krylyova smiles intriguingly. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | You are extremely bold, considering the consequences you are to face. If I were you I'd be trying to help yourself, not further enrage me. |
| Polly looks at the Captain with contempt. | |
| Polly Page: | I would sooner die than co-operate with you, you beast! |
| Krylyova shakes his head. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | That is most unfortunate. |
| The guard walks up behind Polly and twists her arm up behind her back with his iron grip. Polly squeals in agony. | |
| Polly Page: | I'm not telling you anyfink! |
| The guard pulls harder on Polly's arm. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Who is this 'Dave'? |
| Polly shakes her head and refuses to answer. Krylyova looks up at the guard with a brief nod. The guard grins and pulls out his whip. Krylyova raises an eyebrow, repeating his question. The guard cracks his whip sharply across Polly's back, it's thin edge cutting through the light cloth of her gown. Polly screams and falls to the ground. | |
| Polly Page: | Stop! Stop it! |
| Captain Krylyova: | Who is Dave! |
| Polly adamantly refuses to say anything. Krylyova speaks a few Russian words at the two guards in the room, as he returns behind his desk. The guard grabs a handful of Polly's blonde hair and pulls her face forward until she is sprawled out on the ground. Polly moans softly as her stomach is squashed against the ground. The guard's companion holds Polly still while the other guard steps back, takes aim and plants a heavy kick in the very centre of Polly's stomach. Polly gasps in pain. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | Well 4114? |
| The guard continues to kick Polly repeatedly in the stomach. She shakes her head as tears run down her cheeks. Krylyova strides across to the prisoner, taking her chin in his hand. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | You are only making this worse for yourself. |
| Polly Page: | Never. |
| Krylyova stands and orders the guards to recommence the assault. The guard and his companion keep kicking Polly eagerly, enjoying the sport. Bryzgarlin hears the commotion and pops his head unnoticed, through the tent flap. Already feeling guilty for his previous actions, he it reminded that this woman was a friend of Norika's and the she would not want this to be happening. He takes off quickly for the Commander's tent. Polly begins to scream as the booted feet bite into the soft flesh of her stomach. | |
| Polly Page: | No! No! Stop! |
| Krylyova orders the guards to stop. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | You feeling anymore co-operative? |
| Polly is gasping from agony, blood and tears slowly cutting a path through the dirt on her cheeks. | |
| Polly Page: | Dave is my boyfriend. Dave Quinnan. He's being held in a prison camp near here and we had a system worked out with one of the prison guards where we could send letters to them and vice versa. |
| Krylyova nods, writing down the details proudly. Polly looks at the Captain sadly, knowing that she has just betrayed the man she loves. Krylyova smiles. | |
| Captain Krylyova: | That took some work. You must learn not to be so disobedient. |
| Krylyova speaks again to the guards, this time turning and taking a seat behind his desk. Polly looks confused. | |
| Polly Page: | But... But I told you... |
| Polly shields her head in her hands as the guards close in again. The guard twists Polly's hair backwards and punches her several times in the face and back. Bure steps into the tent briskly, the younger officer on his heels. | |
| Commander Bure: | What is going on here! |
| Krylyova confers with the Commander for several moments, explaining the situation. The guards stop their attack at the sound of the Commander's voice. Polly is lying on the floor in a puddle of blood, crying. Krylyova crosses the room, towering over the defenceless women, spitting down at her. Polly is too far gone to care, her body wreaked by contractions and in mortal agony. | |
| Polly Page: | Help, help me. |
| Polly crawls a few metres towards the door then collapses. Bure turns to the Lieutenant behind him. | |
| Commander Bure: | Take her back to her sleeping quarters! |
| Bryzgarlin steps into the room, pulling Polly from the ground, his face remaining expressionless. The guard and the Lieutenant help to drag the traumatised woman towards the dorms. | |
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