Alison cries, "You're crazy!" Roger, though, retorts,
"Why don't we let the police decide that, hmm, Patricia?"
He goes on, "Did I ever tell you I was a religious man, Patricia?
I am: I read the bible quite often. And you know what passage
springs to mind? Exodus, Chapter 2, Verse 24: 'An eye for
an eye and a tooth for a tooth.' You made me suffer when
you killed Luke, more than I've ever suffered in my life. Now
it's your turn." Alison stares at him and asks,
"That's how you justify murder, is it? Selected bible readings?"
Roger, though, retorts, "Who said anything about murder?
You're going to jail, Patricia - eventually." Walking
over to the bar, holding the glass carefully, he adds, "We
might just play a few games first, that's all. If you agree to
play, you'll enjoy that much extra freedom." Alison snaps,
"I have no intention of going to jail. You intended killing
me before; why change your mind now?" Roger sighs,
"Alright. If you agree to play, you'll enjoy that much extra
life." He then continues, "Now, Mary's an attractive
young lass - your daughter. Now, I think if you put your mind
to it, you could convince her that I'm a decent sort of chap;
the sort she shouldn't be afraid to get to know a little better..."
Alison glares and him and spits, "She's not my daughter."
Roger suggests, "It should make it easy for you, then: you
won't have to sell your family out to save your neck." Alison
goes to lunge for him, snapping, "You filthy, rotten--"
Roger, though, quickly moves the glass out of the way and smiles
nastily, "Uh huh. Mustn't break the glass. You tell Mary
to come and see me. It'll help you to live that much longer."
Andy has arrived at Woombai, and as Gordon shows him into the
lounge room, Andy thanks him for giving him the OK to come up.
Barbara joins them from the kitchen and, looking surprised to
see Andy, smiles that they weren't expecting him until dinner
time. She gives him a hug. Andy then tells her, "Roland said
to say goodbye." Barbara murmurs that, yes, he rang from
the airport. She adds that, if she'd been in Sydney, she'd have
seen him off. She goes on, "He wanted so much to settle down;
after all he's been through, I'm not surprised. Still, he's looking
forward to seeing Wendy and staying with Simon. I just hope everything
works out for him, that's all." Andy, changing the subject,
asks her and Gordon how they're enjoying life back on the farm.
Gordon laughs that Barbara keeps talking about organising a fox-hunt!
Barbara adds, "And I would, except I feel very sorry for
the fox!" With that, she heads back to the kitchen to get
another cup. When she's gone, Andy asks Gordon how the tourist
development is, and Gordon replies that they have more bookings
than ever. He adds, "To be honest with you, Andy, it's such
a relief to have everything going smoothly; no strife for a change."
That night, Caroline is at the Morrell apartment with Roger,
saying to him curtly, "I trust you're leaving in the morning."
Roger retorts, "I've arranged another apartment." He
then asks Caroline if she's not being a little bit foolish: they're
in business together and they had a good thing going; why let
other people spoil it? Caroline glares at him and tells him, "One
of my 'problems', Roger, is being attracted to strong men. Sad
comment, isn't it, when I see it as a problem? Still, it's true.
You want to know why? Because they always end up treating me like
dirt. But not anymore. Hopefully, this time, I've learnt my lesson.
It's finished. You can't use me anymore." Roger insists,
"I wasn't using you." Caroline, though, retorts,
"Of course you were. All that flattery. All you wanted was
me on-side with the company so you could make me jump whichever
way you wanted." Roger sighs and says, "You can't blame
me for trying." He then goes on, "I just hope you didn't
actually believe all that flattery. Attractive as you
may seem to be to other people, you're just a bit over-the-hill
as far as my tastes go, Caroline. A wee bit too old."
Caroline glares at him and then mutters, "Just make sure
you're gone in the morning." With that, she storms out.
Charlie has arrived back in Sydney, and as she sits down on one
of her couches, she says to Alison, "You're not going on
the run again, are you?" Alison, though, retorts
that she's certainly not staying around until Roger Carlyle decides
to finish her off. Charlie points out that it didn't do any good
last time... Alison, though, asks what choice
she's got. She then goes on that there's one thing she's got to
do before she leaves: get rid of that damn glass; it's the only
piece of evidence that she's still alive. She curses, "How
could I have been so stupid?" Charlie murmurs that
everyone makes mistakes. She then suggests that maybe Mary
could help; she doesn't want to put the girl in any danger, but
the situation's desperate and Roger's obviously keen, and if they
warned her... Alison, though, snaps, "Absolutely
out of the question. No way." She adds, "I'm not involving
Mary; I've put the girl through enough already." Charlie
points out, "Darling, it's your life we're talking
about." She then breaks off as something occurs to her and
asks, "What do you mean, you've put her through enough already?"
Alison stares at her and then admits, "She is my
daughter - despite repeated denials." A look of shock crosses
Charlie's face as Alison goes on, "I didn't want to admit
it to anyone - even you. Now, because of my stupidity, her life's
A few moments later, Alison is pouring herself a drink and explaining
to Charlie, "Not long after I moved to Woombai with Gordon,
I fell pregnant to him. It was the last thing I wanted - I already
had my hands full with Angela, and the thought of looking after
two babies didn't exactly enthral me; I wasn't too big on maternal
instincts in those days. Anyway, there was more to it than that:
I wanted to live in the city, and I knew if I told Gordon about
the baby, he would have been even more reluctant to make the move.
'A city's no place to raise children', as far as he was concerned.
So, I decided not to tell him." Charlie remarks that that
couldn't have been easy. Alison tells her, "It was
for the first six months: I was one of those lucky people - I
didn't show. After that, Margaret helped: she pretended she was
sick and I had to go and look after her. Anyway, when my time
came, I booked myself into an out-of-the-way private hospital.
Mary was born there." She continues, "I became
friendly with one of the tea ladies working there. Huh! A tea
lady! Her name was Vi Reynolds." Charlie realises, "Mary
Reynolds..." Alison murmurs, "It seems to fall into
place, doesn't it?" She then goes on, "Anyway, Vi and
hubby - Herb, if I remember correctly - had a small farm not far
from there; a place called Brolga. They didn't have any children
of their own and I spun them some story about Mary not being my
husband's child. So, they decided to raise her as their own and
everyone's happy. Charlie gasps, "You've known all this time?"
Alison replies, "Yes and no. It's where it starts to get
complicated. About four years later, Vi wrote me a letter: 'Your
daughter has been killed in a bush fire.'" Looking shocked,
Charlie asks why she'd say that. Alison shrugs, "To
keep me at arm's length, I suppose. Obviously, Vi and Herb had
become far more attached to Mary than I thought they would."
Charlie comments that no wonder Alison got such a shock when Mary
turned up. Alison admits, "It was a bit of a surprise
- plus, she was all gung-ho to find Patricia; I had to try and
throw her off the scent. I was terrified she'd blow my cover."
Charlie sighs, "I wish you'd told me this before." Alison,
though, explains, "It seemed the fewer people who knew about
it, the better." Charlie asks, "But not anymore?"
Alison sighs, "My hand's been forced. There's nothing I can
do about it. Anyway, she is my daughter, and no one's
going to hurt her - least of all Roger Carlyle." She appeals,
"Charlie, you've got to help me - for Mary's sake as well
as mine." Charlie says she doesn't see what she
can do. Alison tells her, "I have to get that glass. To do
that, I need a key to get into the apartment." Charlie asks
her who'd have one of those. Alison tells her, "Caroline.
You're going to have to steal it from her." A look
of shock crosses Charlie's face.
A while later, Charlie is standing on the step outside Caroline's
new town house. Caroline opens the door and, looking surprised
to find Charlie there, exclaims that she didn't know she was back
in Sydney. Charlie explains that she flew up this afternoon. The
two women head inside and Charlie adds that she's there to do
a bit of fence-mending, actually: it wasn't all sweetness and
light last time they met. Caroline comments that there's no point
in holding grudges. Charlie suddenly spots Caroline's bag lying
on the couch, and Caroline asks her what's wrong. Charlie quickly
says, "Nothing. I was just looking at your handbag. We must
shop in the same boutiques; I've got one exactly the same."
Changing the subject, she comments that it's a lovely house. Caroline
thanks her. She then invites Charlie to sit down and asks her
if she's eaten. Charlie replies that she's afraid so. Caroline
tells her, Don't worry - I have, too." She then goes on that
she hasn't been home long, actually: she had a bit of a run-in
with Roger Carlyle, so she thought she'd treat herself to a meal
out. She offers Charlie a coffee, and Charlie smiles that she'd
love one. Caroline heads over to the kitchen area and Charlie
calls to her to ask where Samantha is. Caroline replies that she's
out with Chris Bainbridge. While Caroline has her back turned,
Charlie gently reaches into her bag and takes out a bunch of keys.
Caroline tells her that Samantha seems very interested
in Chris. Charlie muses, "Good..."
Alison is sitting at Charlie's, looking impatient. She suddenly
hears the door open and she dashes out into the hallway to ask
her if she got the key. Charlie takes a whole bunch out of her
bag and explains that she didn't know which one it was, so she
took the lot. Alison grabs the keys from her and says she's going
out; she's just called the apartment and there's no answer, so
Roger must be out. She asks to borrow Charlie's car, and Charlie
hands over the keys for that as well. Charlie then asks her if
she'd like her to come with her. Alison, though, tells her, "You're
a good friend, Charlie, but you've done your bit." She heads
A short time later, there's a knock on the front door of the
Morrell apartment. The place is in darkness. A key turns in the
lock, the door opens and Alison walks in. She turns on a torch
and, as she looks around, she spots something lying on the floor.
It's Roger's body.
A moment later, Alison turns and switches on the lights. She
then goes over to Roger's body and stares at it. She bends down
next to him and checks his neck for a pulse. There's nothing.
She then lifts up his head and finds some specks of blood on the
floor. Turning to look at the bar, she stands up, runs over to
it, picks up a cloth and wipes her fingerprints off the glass
that's lying there. She then looks at Roger's body again, before
heading to the door and switching off the lights. As she opens
the door, a young couple walk along the corridor, past her. She
quickly ducks back inside the apartment, waiting until they've
gone. Once the coast is clear, she wipes her fingers off the door
handle and uses a cloth to pull the door shut.
At Woombai, Barbara is clearing away some empty plates from the
dinner table and she asks Gordon if Alan said the builders are
finishing tomorrow. Gordon nods that there's some tidying-up to
do and then the painters can move in. Barbara asks how the money
situation is. Gordon admits, "Tight. We certainly put all
our eggs in one basket this time." A thumping above their
heads stops, and Barbara comments that Andy must have stopped
laying the rat traps. She then tells Gordon, "I called Mary
while you were over at the guest house." Gordon asks if she
and Wayne are managing alright. Barbara replies that they seem
to be: Wayne is helping Mary with her English lessons. Andy comes
in, carrying a small trunk, and he puts it down on the floor,
explaining, "Found it in the ceiling. Perfect nesting spot
for the local rodents." Barbara looks at it in surprise and
exclaims that it's certainly not hers. Gordon adds that
he didn't even know it was there. Andy smiles, "That's
a pity. I was sort of hoping it was full of money: proceeds from
the great Woombai bank robbery!" He opens it and Gordon reaches
in and takes out a bundle of papers. Glancing over them, he comments,
"They're mostly papers of my father's. They go back years."
Barbara tells him to burn them, as she's not going to have the
house cluttered up with rubbish. Gordon, though, insists, "Never!
They'll come in handy if I ever decide to write the family history."
Barbara tells him curtly, "You will burn them, Gordon."
Gordon, giving in, sighs, "Right-oh - but first thing in
the morning, I'll go through them. Make sure there's nothing important
Alison is pouring herself a drink at Charlie's as Charlie asks
her, "Did you call the police?" Alison, though, retorts,
"You're kidding! What do you think I am: mad?" She goes
on that the last thing she needs is the police investigating Alison
Carr; what if they wanted to check her fingerprints? - as soon
as they knew she was in the apartment, she'd be back to square
one. Charlie comments in shock, "You're not even upset,
are you?" Alison asks her what she's talking about.
Charlie tells her, "That Roger's dead. I mean, it's all rather
convenient for you, isn't it?" Alison exclaims, "Charlie!"
Charlie, though, goes on, "He was the one person apart from
me that knew you were Patricia." Alison insists, "I
didn't kill him." C, though, continues, "It's history
repeating itself. The same as the night Luke died: you were the
last person to see him alive, too." Alison snaps,
"Charlie, stop it. You're supposed to be my friend
- and I couldn't kill anyone." Calming down, Charlie
asks Alison what she's going to do. Alison asks her if she believes
she didn't kill Roger, and Charlie nods, "Yes." Alison
says a curt, "Thankyou." She then tells Charlie that
she'll have to take Caroline's keys back before she realises they're
missing. Charlie exclaims, "Me? But I thought I'd
done my bit." Alison points out, "There's no
reason for me to casually drop by." Charlie murmurs
that it's not going to be easy. Alison, though, tells her, "It
has to be done. They're going to find Roger's body before long,
and we can't afford to be linked to his murder."
The next morning, Charlie is crawling around on the floor at
Caroline's town house as Caroline asks her, "You sure you
lost it here?" Charlie replies, "Well, darling,
I can't find it anywhere at home and I've literally turned
the place upside down." Caroline asks how big it is. Charlie
replies that it's one of those small earrings, but after
all, it is a diamond. Caroline comments that
she'd hardly think it could have found its way under the couch.
Charlie smiles, "No... but your keys have."
She stands up with them in her hand, and Caroline asks in surprise
how on earth they got there. She adds that it's just
as well Charlie found them, as she's just on her way to the apartment;
she's showing the agent through this morning. Charlie, suddenly
looking concerned, asks, "By yourself?" Caroline
assures her, "I think I can manage!" Charlie, though,
says, "I'll come with you - for moral support." Looking
bemused, Caroline asks why on earth she'd need moral support.
Charlie quickly blusters, "Well, the place did belong to
Amanda, and now that strangers are moving in..." Caroline,
though, murmurs, "It's alright, Charlie. I've taught myself
how to cope, and it has been a while."
Charlie shrugs, "Oh well, I'll still come. You never know:
the real estate man might be quite handsome!"
At Woombai, Gordon is sitting at the living room table, looking
at his father's old papers. Barbara calls from the kitchen to
ask if there are any more dishes out there, but he calls back
that there aren't. Barbara then joins him and asks where Andy
has gone. Gordon replies that he went in search of Alan to see
if he could help with anything. Looking at the pile of papers
in front of Gordon, Barbara suggests, "You'd be better off
burning all that lot." Gordon sighs, "Barbara,
where is your sense of history? There could be something quite
interesting here." Barbara starts riffling through another
set of papers as Gordon reminds her that she keeps all Roland's
old letters; she's a sentimentalist at heart...! Barbara asks
carefully, "You don't mind?" Gordon assures
her, "Of course not." He then asks her how Roland is
enjoying Hong Kong, and she replies that he and Wendy are having
a great time; Wendy is very pleased to have her father back. Gordon
smiles, "Good." Barbara then tells him, "Sentimentalist
or not, I'm not going to have you scratching my table!" She
tells him to put the chest on the floor while she finds a box
to put the rubbish in. She heads off to the kitchen again as Gordon
sighs, "Right oh, right oh!"
As Caroline and Charlie walk along the corridor, approaching
the Morrell apartment, Caroline asks, "What about your earring?"
Charlie asks blankly, "What earring?" and Caroline
reminds her, "The one you were on your hands and knees searching
for at my place!" As she puts her key in the lock,
Charlie, looking worried, says, "It'll turn up. Maybe I dropped
it in the car." Caroline opens the door and the two of them
head inside. The place is empty. Charlie looks around in surprise.
Caroline exclaims that she's glad they're early; it gives her
a chance to straighten it up before the agent arrives. Charlie
comments to her that she said she had a run-in last night, with
Roger; she said she had an argument with him. Caroline explains,
"I threw him out of the apartment. The man's a pig."
Charlie asks what he said when she threw him out. Caroline, though,
retorts, "There's nothing he could say. I wanted
him out and that's it. Good riddance, as far as I'm concerned."
She heads off to the kitchen, leaving Charlie looking baffled.
A while later, Alison sits down in Charlie's lounge room and
asks Charlie, "So what are you saying? He just got up and
walked away?" Charlie retorts that he must have;
he certainly wasn't there this morning. Alison exclaims
that the man was dead. Charlie, though, suggests that
maybe he was just unconscious; after Alison left, he could have
come-to and moved into another apartment. She goes on, "Darling,
all his clothes were gone. All his personal effects, shaving gear,
the lot." Alison suggests, "The murderer
could have taken them." Charlie points out, "So could
Roger, when he regained consciousness." Alison suddenly exclaims,
"There was a blood stain. I saw it, Charlie. There was a
blood stain." Charlie, looking puzzled, asks, "Was
there? Well I didn't see it. Neither did Caroline; I'm
sure she would have mentioned it if she had." Alison sighs
and tuts, "I don't know what to think. Something
very strange is going on..."
At Woombai, Barbara lifts some papers out of the trunk and throws
them in her rubbish box. She then lifts out another paper and
stares at it before asking Gordon, "Why on earth would your
father want to keep dockets for bails of hay delivered over twenty
years ago?!" Gordon suggests humorously, "To help us
remember the good old days, when hand-feeding didn't put you in
the bankruptcy court!" Barbara muses, "I doubt it,"
and she throws it away. Andy suddenly comes in and asks who wants
to play doctor. Barbara asks him what he's done, and he explains
that he cut himself on a barbed-wire fence; if one of them could
put a bandage on it... Barbara says she'll do it. She then notices
that her hands are filthy, though, and she asks Gordon if he'd
mind. He stands up and smiles that he'll play Florence Nightingale!
Barbara gets back to looking through the old papers. She throws
some more in a box. She then reaches back into the trunk and takes
out an envelope. She reaches inside and slips the contents out.
She starts reading the sheet of paper it contains.
At Charlie's, Charlie puts a tray down on the table and tells
Alison that she's made her some coffee. Alison, though, mutters,
"No thankyou." Charlie tells her that it might calm
her nerves. Alison, though, snaps, "I don't need
to calm my nerves. I need to know who killed Roger." Charlie
asks in exasperation, "Why?" and Alison replies,
"Because I do." She goes on, "I can't
be the only one happy to see him dead; he had plenty
of other enemies." She then adds, "I will
have a coffee." Charlie starts pouring it as Alison asks,
"What about Caroline?" Charlie, though, says she doubts
she'd kill him. Alison asks, "Why not? She had a
motive: she thought he was fooling around." Charlie recalls,
"I know she was going to throw him out of the apartment..."
Alison muses, "Really? She must have taken
it badly." Charlie comments, "Sorry, you've lost me."
Alison explains, "You remember the set-up Wayne and I arranged?
She walked in on it. Roger told me himself." Charlie looks
thoughtful but then suggests, "Oh, but to actually murder
someone..." Alison retorts, "Crime of passion. She was
in love with him; she could have been angry enough to
kill him." Charlie comments that she can't imagine
Caroline would kill him. Alison, though, points out,
"For heaven's sake, you thought I could. I'm supposed
to be your best friend." Charlie snaps, "Don't
tell me what to think. I'll make up my own mind."
Alison sighs, "Fair enough - but don't forget, she is
capable of doing it. From what I've heard, she didn't
blink an eye when she put a bullet through Wayne. What
do they say? 'It's always easier the second time round...'"
She then declares, "She's your murderer, Charlie,
not me. Caroline Morrell."
At Woombai, Andy hangs up the 'phone and Gordon asks him if he's
made an appointment. Andy replies, "Yes, first thing after
lunch." He joins Gordon and Barbara at the living room table,
just as the 'phone rings. Gordon gets up and goes to answer it.
As Andy takes a biscuit to have with his cup of tea, he asks Barbara
if she's alright. She nods, "Yes. Why shouldn't I be?"
Andy explains that it's just that she's been a bit quiet for the
last hour or so. Barbara murmurs that she just doesn't have much
to say. Gordon hangs up the 'phone and explains that an irate
guest is complaining about his bill. He heads out, saying as he
does so that he might as well take the box of papers out to be
burnt. Barbara, though, quickly stands up and says, "No,
no, darling, leave them, leave them. I've still got a few more
papers to sort through. You can have them when I've finished."
Gordon accepts this and heads out. As soon as he's gone, Barbara
says to Andy, "Get some matches." Andy asks, "For
what?" Barbara snaps, "Just get them." She picks
up the envelope that she was holding earlier and takes out the
sheet of paper that's inside. Looking at it, she tells Andy, "This
should be burnt - because if Gordon ever reads it..."