In the lounge room at Dural, Wayne tells Jill that
he feels lousy, but Jill assures him that it's not his fault;
he did the right thing. Wayne responds that it doesn't look like
that from the way she's been looking at him for the last half
hour. Jill replies that she knew it wouldn't be easy - she's just
glad she didn' t have to see how hurt he was. She suddenly
starts getting upset and cries, "Oh hell..." Beth suggests
that he and Jill should be left alone. Jill tries to say she'll
be alright, but Beth says, "No." Brian tells his wife
that he'll see her back in the flat. Jill thanks him for today.
Wayne tells her that he hopes she really means it when she says
she's not upset with him for getting rid of John. He and Brian
leave the room, and Jill cries to Beth that it's such a mess...
Out in the entrance hall, Wayne remarks to Brian
that it's just as well it wasn't the real thing, as this
wouldn't be much of a honeymoon night! Brian immediately snaps
he doesn't think it's anything to joke about. He storms
In the lounge room, Jill is crying, and she says
she's being stupid. Beth hands her a tissue and tries to joke
that mascara streaks suit her! Jill half laughs. She then says
she supposes she's only got herself to blame: when she first came
to Sydney, she had other choices - she didn't have to
be a pro; she thought it really smart at first - men actually
paying to be with her; but how glamorous did that make her?
- all it made her was a fool, too stupid to wake up to
herself until it was too late. Beth reminds Jill, "You
got out." Jill looks at her, and tells her that
it was only because Fiona knocked some sense into her;
if it hadn't been for Fiona, she'd still be out there with the
rest of the no-hopers. Beth snaps at Jill to stop it.
She continues that, in the short time she's known Jill, she's
seen a thoughtful, loving, very decent kid, and she doesn't like
to see her putting herself down. She adds that, alright, Jill
went haywire for a year - she did things a lot of people would
call immoral - but here she is now, over it; that's the main thing.
She takes Jill's head and tells her to thank her lucky stars she
did get out. Jill smiles through her tears.
Wayne is standing in the hall, listening through
the closed doors as Beth asks Jill if she wants her to come with
her. He quickly walks off so they don't see him as they emerge.
The lounge room doors open as Jill says she feels like being alone;
she goes out the front door and closes it. Beth starts to head
for the stairs, but Wayne emerges from the study and asks if Jill
is OK. Beth tells him that she's gone for a walk. She then tells
him that she doesn't know whether to trust him anymore.
Wayne asks what she's talking about, and Beth replies that he
said nobody would get hurt. She then adds that she feels like
forgetting the whole thing. Wayne sharply says he doesn't think
they should discuss it there, in the hall. The two of
them go into the lounge room, and Wayne closes the doors behinds
them. Beth sits down by the bar, and Wayne joins her as he tells
her that it's only a job; he thought her kind was able to switch
off while working. Beth, looking annoyed, snaps that
if Wayne makes one more crack about 'her kind', she really will
walk out. Wayne quickly says he's sorry. He then tells Beth that
he only said Jill wouldn't get hurt from her turning up; splitting
with John was on the cards way before then. He adds that,
if Beth asks him, it helps Jill having her there.
Beth indignantly says that, if she was halfway decent, she'd tell
Jill to go after John - the poor kids love each
other. Wayne says he could make Jill a lot happier than
John ever could. Beth, though, tells him not to kid himself
- what Jill feels for John is hell of a lot more than she'll ever
feel for him. Wayne looks annoyed as she adds, "At
best, you'll be a poor second." He snaps that she's getting
a bit too involved for her own good - he can do it a lot easier
with her, but he can manage without her, now;
she's at least got Jill trusting him. He asks what it's
going to be: a few more cushy weeks with a bonus at the end, or
straight back to the massage parlour? He gets up and starts to
walk off, leaving Beth looking thoughtful. Just before he leaves
the room, he adds that he knows what he'd choose; he
reckons she'll choose the same. Beth looks annoyed.
At the dinner table at Toorak, Patricia tells John
that she doesn't understand it - the few times she
saw Jill, she seemed fine about him; if she was falling
in love with someone else, she did a very good job of
hiding it. John tells his mother that he remembers the
letter she wrote from Woombai, in which she said Jill headed off
a few days after she arrived - she must have felt lousy
being around her and lying about it. Patricia replies that it
didn't seem like that. She then adds that nine weeks
is an incredibly short time to know somebody before marrying them.
John sourly says, "Shows how much she loved me."
He takes a swig from a can of lager as Patricia says it's not
fair. John then says he's going for a run. Patricia remarks that
it's a bit late, but John tells her that he has to do something
- it beats throwing his head against a wall. Patricia tells him
that he should have at least talked to Jill. John bitterly
asks, "What's the point?"
Fiona and Rosie are playing cards at Woombai, and
Fiona asks Rosie how Angela is. Rosie happily replies that she
was aleeping like a baby. She adds that it's so lovely to see
her remembering something. Fiona slyly says, "Especially
you, uh?" Rosie grins and says, "Yes!"
She then asks Fiona if she's going to let them know in Melbourne
where Angela is. Fiona reluctantly says she supposes she should,
but she thought she'd give Angela a day or two to settle in -
she doesn't want Rob rushing up there, upsetting her. Rosie sourly
says, "Or Patricia." Fiona replies, "Exactly."
She continues that, if she was to tell the Palmers, it could get
back to Patricia through Johnny; she'll call them in a couple
of days; she's got enough on her plate at the moment.
The 'phone suddenly starts ringing, and Fiona gets up to answer
it. After the STD pips have sounded, Jill comes on, sounding upset.
Fiona tenderly asks what she can do. Jill cries, "Oh, Fiona,
I've messed everything up so much." Fiona asks what
the problem is, and Jill tells her about John turning up straight
after wedding. She explains about Wayne getting rid of him, but
then adds that she loves him so much. Fiona asks her
why she didn't see John, but Jill asks what was the point?
- the damage had already been done... Wayne got rid of him...
Fiona, listening in disbelief, cries, "Oh, you stupid
girl." Shocked, Jill asks Fiona not to be angry with
her - she needed to talk; Beth tries to understand, but she can't
- she's never even met him. Fiona tells Jill that she
knew how she felt - she got away specifically so she
wouldn't have to get mixed up in the whole stupid mess; it's very
unfair of Jill to ring her and expect her to... she doesn't know...
she doesn't even know what Jill wants. Jill cries that
she wants to talk, that's all. Fiona, in a display of
emotion, cries, "Well too damn bad. I wanted to talk before
the wedding, and what did I get? 'Keep out of it, Fiona.' 'It's
none of your business, Fiona.' I was made to feel like an interfering
old biddy, so don't go turning on a sixpence because things have
gone wrong, and expect me to be 'good old Fiona' again, because
I don't feel like 'good old Fiona.' I feel hurt, and
I feel very angry, and quite frankly, you made the mess,
now you sort it out yourself." She slams the 'phone
receiver down. In Sydney, Jill looks at her receiver
in disbelief. At Woombai, Fiona sobs that it takes her a lot to
get there, but when she does... Rosie quietly remarks that Jill
is like a daughter to Fiona. Fiona nods and sobs that
that's what makes it hurt so much. Rosie suggests that Fiona should
call Jill back, but Fiona says no - she'd probably say things
ten times worse.
Jill is lying on the couch in the lounge room at
Dural, crying, tossing and turning, still wearing her wedding
In Melbourne, John arrives back from his run. Patricia
is busy poring over some papers, but she looks up to remark that
he must have set quite a pace to work up a sweat like that. John
asks Patricia what she's doing, and she explains that she's going
over the accountant's figures - not that she's up to
it, exactly, with her maths! John asks her if she wants
a hand, but Patricia tells him that he's got enough on
his plate. John says he was trying to sort it all out on his run:
Jill's not worth worrying about. Patricia tells him that
he doesn't mean that, but John retorts that yes, he does.
Changing the subject, he asks Patricia where she stands. She replies,
"Well, once I've realised all my assets - the furniture,
house, everything - I'm still in debt. They're banging on the
door for payment. These shares were my security... now they're
worthless." John asks her about her personal account,
but she tells him that it's empty: she used her own money to buy
the shares - she was too damn proud to see the writing on the
wall and sell some off; she kept thinking that should wouldn't
have to sell at a loss - she could sort the company out... now
it a 100% loss... John suggests that he could sell his car if
she likes. Patricia, looking touched, says it was a present.
John asks if the money from it would clear the last of her debts.
Patricia says it might. John says he'll sell it, then.
Patricia starts to say that she hates to think... but John interrupts
and says, "I've made up my mind." Patricia takes his
hand. John then asks her if she has enough for day-to-day living;
enough to get by... Patricia, though, says she hasn't: the furniture
goes tomorrow, the house goes God-knows-when... John asks where
that leaves her. Patricia replies, "With about $80 to my
name." John sighs.
At Dural, Brian puts his suit jacket over Jill,
who has fallen asleep on the couch. As he looks at her, he appears
to be upset.
The next morning, John arrives at the Healy house
early, and he tells Peter that he wanted a private talk before
the funeral. Peter tells John that he's glad he came, and he asks
him how he's going. John says he's OK. Jennifer joins them, and
John tells her that, although he doesn't know her that well, he's
sorry. Jennifer asks John how he feels about Martin.
Before John can answer, Peter chips in that Jennifer thinks he's
being rotten because he hasn't cried. John asks if he can sit
down - he gave himself a blister last night, running. He takes
a seat and then says Patricia told him what Martin did to them
both; about Jen's Dad... He doesn't want to go into it, but Martin
did a good job of mucking something up for him, as well.
But even knowing all that, it's lousy thinking about what happened
to him. Peter asks John if he cried. John replies that, last night,
he was sitting alone after Patricia had gone to bed; he'd had
a rough day and he thought about the whole sick mess: Martin,
David in prison, Beryl - she's just holding together
- Patricia and his problems; he doesn't know whether
to laugh or cry - it's like some bad joke; it did help to let
it out, though. Peter says he wishes he could, and John
suggests that maybe he will this morning, at the funeral. Peter,
though, says that's the last place: he won't cry for
Martin in front of other people - he wants them to know what he
thinks of him.
When John arrives back home, Patricia is taping
up boxes containing her remaining belongings. She asks how the
kids are, and John replies that they're as well as can be expected.
Looking at what Patricia's been doing, he then says she should
have let him help, but Patricia replies that it's humiliating
enough as it is, without having company. John
tries to joke that Toorak is a rambling old joint, anyway - something
modern would suit her a lot more. Patricia, though, says that
with the money she has left, she's not going to be able
to pick and choose. John tells her that he can send her part of
his pay each week, if that would help. Patricia replies that she
was wondering about the job, actually: she thinks he
should throw it in. Looking surprised, John asks why. Patricia
tells him that he only joined because of Martin - and he's still
got part of his ten week option period left. John says he's liking
it. Patricia continues that, at the moment, maybe, but
they've got too many problems - they're going to need him a lot
more, now: they've still got Angela to sort out; he's going to
end up resenting the job if it gets in the way of helping
them. John looks down at the ground and asks why should
it? He points out that what they need most is money,
so what's the point in chucking in his job? He then adds
that he can't help Angela until they know where she is.
Patricia sarcastically snaps that he's in the perfect position
to find out: what's he going to do?: organise aerial sweeps of
the country? John snaps at his mother to stop it: today
is the last day they should be talking about the house,
furniture, everything; no wonder she's in a lousy mood. He suggests
that he go out until everything's done, and then adds that he
doesn't want to fight; once today is out of the way, they can
sit down and talk about it, but not now. Patricia goes out. John
starts to look round the house.
When Patricia goes outside, the postman is walking
up the drive. A removal van is parked by the front door. The postman
gives Patricia a letter, which is addressed to 'Mrs. Patricia
Hamilton, 42 Belfield Road, Toorak 3142'. She turns it over. The
return address is 'Martin Healy, 29 Grosvenor Drive, Doncaster'.
Patricia looks up, thoughtfully.
A short time later, Patricia is back in the lounge
room. She listens as the removal men talk, and as John then offers
to give them a hand - an offer they accept. When she's alone,
Patricia opens the letter. It reads:
"My dear Patricia. Despite everything you've
done to me, knowing what I am about to do, I can't stop thinking
about you; I love you so much. I suppose, in a way, I can't blame
you for hating me - what I did to you all those years ago obviously
took on a much greater importance in your mind, than
it did in mine. I honestly never meant to hurt you. Perhaps
my problem through life has been that I've never really thought
about how others saw; put myself in their place. If I had, I'm
sure I'd never have left Barry to die the way I did. I didn't
leave this letter with the one to the kids because I wanted only
you to read it. No doubt the police and others were dragged
into the whole mess. I didn't want strangers reading this. I hope
you'll have a happy life, and that you'll forgive me for what
I've done. If there's any way you can help the kids get over my
death, please forget your feelings for me, and do so. I worry
about leaving them to fend for themselves. Goodbye, and I love
Having read the letter, Patricia looks thoughtful.
She puts the note back into the envelope and then goes to the
'phone and dials a number. It rings and is answered by the police.
Patricia suddenly hangs up, though, apparently having changed
her mind about the course of action to take.
At Jill's apartment in Melbourne, Patricia puts
the letter down on the table in front of Margaret and says, "There's
your proof." Margaret replies that it doesn't prove anything:
if Martin had taken his own life, the police would have been able
to tell. Patricia sharply retorts, "Not if somebody
interfered and tried to make it look like murder."
Margaret tells her sister not to talk nonsense, but Patricia ignores
this and starts theorising about what if Margaret had found Martin
and hid the letter he mentioned - the one for his children. Margaret
says David's fingerprints were on the gun. Patricia just
says, "David..." She then sits down and tells Margaret
that she's not a fool - her sister was trying to set her up
- David happened to walk in at the wrong time, and now he's in
jail. Margaret tells Patricia that she's only guessing, and nobody
would believe her for a minute. Patricia nastily says,
"Unless they happen to read that letter..." She adds
that if she can work it out, it's not going to take the
police very long - or the prosecution. She continues
that she had a little chat with her solicitor - asked him a few
hypothetical questions about 'tampering with the evidence'. Margaret
says, "And?" Patricia replies that they don't hang
you, but you could get six months inside for public mischief...
She suddenly smiles nastily and says, "You were better off
in the bookshop." Margaret asks her why she's so
concerned with David all of a sudden. Patricia says she's
not. Margaret asks her what she wants, and Patricia replies
that she might be willing to get rid of Martin's embarrassing
letter if Margaret tells her where Paul's taken Angela - and if
she agrees to take a nice long trip and not come back. Margaret
incredulously says, "You're won't use this to clear David?"
Patricia retorts that she doesn't owe him a thing. Looking
at the expression on Margaret's face, she continues that she can
see her sister needs time to think; she's got to get
to Martin's funeral. She adds that she'll leave the letter
with Margaret; it might speed up her decision. As she heads to
the door, she turns back and says, "Oh, it doesn't matter
what you do with it - I've got the original safely tucked
away." She smiles, nastily. Margaret looks annoyed.