text: EXT.  INTERROGATION ROOM\n          \n          Pull back from a shadow, the outline of the interrogator's\n          silhouette against sharp light coming into frame.\n          \n                              EVEY (V.O.)\n                    I read her letter.  Hid it.  Slept. \n                    Woke.  They questioned me.  And I\n                    read her letter again.\n          \n          Rossiter is buckling Evey's thin arms and legs into a chair. \n          Her now frail frame can barely hold up the frayed brown\n          slipover.\n          \n                              EVEY (V.O.)\n                    Over and over...\n          \n          On the table in front of her, there is a large wash basin of\n          water.  Rossiter dunks her head into it.\n          \n                              EVEY (V.O.)\n                    Her name was Valerie.\n          \n          INT.  CLASSROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK\n          \n          A teacher reads from her lesson plan in front of rows and\n          rows of uniformed pubescences in this all girl private\n          school.  Her voice drones on and on like Muzak.\n          \n                              VALERIE (V.O.)\n                    I was born in a rainy burg in\n                    Nottingham in 1975.  I passed my\n                    eleven plus and went to girl's\n                    grammar.\n          \n          A blonde tomboy sneaks a smile to her curly haired friend\n          next to her.\n          \n                              VALERIE (V.O.)\n                    I met my first girlfriend at\n                    school.  Her name was Sara.  Her\n                    wrists.  Her wrists were beautiful.\n          \n          Her hand slides across the desk, fingers tickling the young\n          flesh of Sara's wrist.\n          \n          The teacher's voice slows, dropping octaves, becoming --\n          \n          INT.  BIOLOGY LAB - DAY - FLASHBACK\n          \n          A man's voice.\n          \n                              VALERIE (V.O.)\n                    I sat in biology class staring at\n                    the pickled rabbit fetus while Mr.\n                    Herd said it was an adolescent\n                    phase that people outgrew.\n          \n          Valerie looks at Sara across the room, her head down in\n          shame.\n          \n                              VALERIE (V.O.)\n                    Sara did.  I didn't.\n          \n          INT.  LIVING ROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK\n          \n          Two teenage girls stand in front of a middle aged couple. \n          They are holding hands.\n          \n                              VALERIE (V.O.)\n                    In 1994, I stopped pretending and\n                    took a girl called Christine home\n                    to meet my parents.\n          \n          The greying woman repeats the sign of the cross over and\n          over, sobbing into a handkerchief.  Her husband's face is\n          contorted in disgust.\n          \n                              VALERIE (V.O.)\n                    A week later I moved to London to\n                    go to college and study drama.  My\n                    mother said I broke her heart.\n          \n          EXT.  PARK - DAY - FLASHBACK\n          \n          Two young women cuddle on a park bench under a London summer\n          sky, feeding the pigeons.\n          \n                              VALERIE (V.O.)\n                    But it was my integrity that was\n                    important.  Is that so selfish?  It\n                    sells for so little but it's all we\n                    have left in this place...\n          \n          The black haired girl nibbles on the blonde's ear.\n          \n                              VALERIE (V.O.)\n                    It is the very last inch of us...\n          \n          INT.  INTERROGATION ROOM\n          \n     