In the lounge room at David's country house, Charlie is asking,
"What if he runs away? What will I do then? I couldn't
stand it." Spider is with her and he suggests that
Tom can't mean all that much to her. Charlie, though,
explains that he could eventually: they just looked at
each other and she knew. There's suddenly a knock at
the front door. Charlie cries, "Oh no, he's here."
Spider tells her to get her wig on, quick. Charlie looks at him
in surprise, and he clarifies, "If you don't want to lose
him, you've got to give him time to get to know you." Charlie
cries that she can't; she's made up her mind. Spider,
though, guides her towards the hallway and she sighs that she'll
be out as soon as she's ready. Spider slicks back his hair, preparing
to answer the door.
At Charlie's, Wayne muses to Leigh nastily, "Well, Lazarus
Palmer, it's real afternoon paper stuff isn't it? 'Baby stealer,
20, fakes own death'." Leigh murmurs that she didn't plan
it. Wayne retorts that it's going to be hard to prove. Leigh mutters
that she supposes he'll have a great time telling everyone.
Wayne, sitting down, smiles, "If I decide to..."
Leigh stands up and asks, "What's stopping you?" Wayne
looks at her and replies, "Let's just say I'm an opportunist.
I want to hear the full story. If you're up here, Alison
must have something to do with it. Maybe we can make some arrangement
- unless you want me to call the police now...?"
Leigh growls reluctantly, "No. I'll tell you."
In the lounge room at David's, Spider is relating the poem 'The
Man from Snowy River' to Tom. He comes to an end and Tom exclaims
that it was wonderful! Spider laughs that he used to be featured
in all the concerts up in Darwin during the war! Charlie suddenly
comes in, wearing her blonde wig and glasses, and Tom stands up
and smiles, "Hello. Spider said I caught you in the shower."
Charlie replies nervously that she felt like a freshen-up. She
sits down and Tom tells her that she missed a fabulous rendition
of 'The Man from Snowy River'! Charlie just sits there, looking
subdued. Tom then tells her that he knows why she's not working:
one of the waiters told him. Charlie continues to sit there in
silence. Tom assures her, "If you'd rather not talk about
it..." Charlie sighs and says quietly, "It was my son's
girlfriend. She was a lovely girl. Hardly a saint, but..."
She breaks off. After a moment's hesitation, Tom tells her that,
if she'd like to take her mind off things for a couple of hours,
how about coming to an open-air concert? Charlie exclaims in surprise,
"Now?!" Tom explains, "You've got about
an hour to get there... the three Bs are on the programme."
Charlie stares at him blankly and asks, "When did they
reform?" Tom stares back at her, equally blankly, and asks,
"What?" Charlie asks, "After the other one died,
was it?" Tom, still looking bemused, tells her, "They're
all dead!" Charlie, looking shocked, exclaims, "Ringo
too?" Tom looks at her and then bursts into laughter, saying,
"The Beatles?! Very clever. One to you!" Turning
to Spider, he adds, "I don't know how she keeps a straight
face; I never can!" Spider, though, tells him, "I
haven't got a clue what you're talking about. What three Bs are
you on about?" Tom explains, "The real Bs:
Bach, Brahms and..." He looks at Charlie and she suggests,
"Beethoven?" Tom smiles at her and hums the opening
notes of one of Beethoven's symphonies. Spider comments that he's
heard that tune before. Charlie quickly tells him, "You
should have. I've played it often enough."
Spider looks at her in surprise! Tom then suggests that they'd
better shake a leg, and Charlie stands up.
Alison is sitting by the swimming pool at Dural. James climbs
out of the pool and joins her, commenting that there's nothing
like a quick dip to clear the cobwebs. Alison, though, just snaps,
"Well?" James retorts, "'Well' what?" Alison
points out, "You asked me over here to discuss the shares,
remember? The fine print? So far, you've offered me a drink, talked
endlessly about the good old days and dragged me out here to watch
you swim up and down the pool. The shares haven't even scored
a mention." James smiles, "I had to establish the mood...
put you at ease. No point in rushing things." Alison snaps,
"What exactly did you want to talk to me about?" James
replies, "The shares. Thought we could come to terms."
Alison demands, "What sort of terms?" James
replies, "Mutually beneficial terms." Alison glares
at him and snaps, "If that's the best you can do, I'm leaving."
She starts walking off. James calls after her to ask if they can't
just talk. Alison stops, turns and looks at him and retorts, "If
you had anything vaguely relevant to say, I might. But seeing
as you don't, the deadline remains twelve noon tomorrow. Goodbye."
With that, she stomps off. James calls after her to hang on, but
it's no use.
Wayne is still sitting in the lounge room at Charlie's as Leigh
paces the floor and says, "It was just instinct, I suppose.
I just knew I didn't want to go to jail." Wayne comments
that she didn't plan it, then? Leigh pleads, "Don't call
the cops - please..." Wayne muses, "I don't
want to, of course. But being a law-abiding citizen..." Leigh
glares at him and snaps, "Oh come off it, Wayne. Don't give
me that. If you've got it in for me, just come out and say so."
Wayne points out, "If I dump you in it, Alison goes too:
aiding and abetting. She's the one I want to bring down
a peg or to." The front door suddenly bangs shut and Alison
walks in. Wayne stands up and, smiling nastily, says brightly,
"Alison, do come in. We were just talking about
you." Leigh quickly assures her, "He hasn't
called the police." Alison snaps at her, "Why on earth
did you let him in?" Leigh, though, retorts that she didn't.
Wayne explains to Alison, "I was bringing back the key I've
had since Charlie let me stay here. Seems I picked a good time,
too. James has been convincing me how unpleasant life might become
after you get control of the company. I was just deciding whether
it was worth seeing Leigh behind bars to see you there
as well." Alison growls, "Is it?" Wayne
admits, "No. Maybe not - as long as when you do
buy the shares, you do as I say..."
A few moments later, Alison snaps, "What are you going to
tell James? I presume he'll wonder why you suddenly don't mind
my being in control..." Wayne replies, "I'll simply
say I tried to talk you out of buying the shares, but no go."
He adds, "It won't stop him, of course." Alison asks,
"From what?" Wayne explains, "He's trying to balance
the ledger: find something on you. I was on
the verge of giving him a hand. No need to now, is there?"
Alison glares at him and then asks, "What if he does
find something?" Wayne asks, "Such as?" Alison
tells him pointedly, "I can't serve two masters, Wayne. If
I were you, I'd get him to stop looking. Need I say more?"
Wayne muses, "Point taken. I'll see what I can do."
He then hands over the house key and smiles that he'll knock next
time. With that, he goes. Leigh immediately says to Alison, "I've
got to get out of here. If I disappear, Wayne's got no proof that
he saw me. I can't trust him to keep his mouth shut." Alison
points out that, if she disappears, Wayne is bound to go to the
police. Leigh, though, cries, "And I won't be here. Just
tell them he's lying; you've never seen me." Alison retorts,
"I don't want the police nosing around. If Wayne said he
saw you, there's bound to be some sort of investigation."
Leigh comments, "I thought you wanted help."
Alison retorts, "I don't want people asking questions about
me. The police, James or anyone."
Wayne arrives back at Dural and James immediately joins him in
the hallway and asks him what he found out. Wayne tells him, "Nothing."
James asks, "Are you sure she didn't see you?" Wayne
retorts, "Of course I am. I waltzed in, searched through
her stuff, came home again. Didn't see a soul. I'm sorry: she's
clean." James snarls that she can't be. At that
moment, the study door opens and Gordon and Barbara emerge. James
immediately demands of his brother, "Gordon, what do you
know about Alison Carr?" Gordon replies that he doesn't know
her all that well; she only turned up a couple of months ago.
James growls, "You must have some sort of opinion of her.
If I sell her my shares, is she going to take advantage of Wayne
and Caroline?" Gordon admits, "Probably." James
asks, "Why?" Gordon explains, "Because basically,
she's like Patricia. They even look alike. I suppose
she made notes in Rio." With that, he heads off to the lounge
room. Wayne raises his eyebrows and follows him.
Rod is sitting with Beryl in Beryl's lounge room. They're both
looking at newspapers. As they do so, Rod asks Beryl when Leigh's
mum left, and she replies that it was a couple of hours ago; she
didn't see the point in hanging around any longer. There's silence
for a few moments before Rod tries again, saying he knows it's
a bad time, but he thinks they ought to start talking about them.
Beryl, though, mutters, "Later, alright?" Rod asks her
if she's changed her mind. Beryl retorts that she hasn't, but
she just can't think straight. Rod sighs heavily. Beryl explains
more calmly that it's just that things are so uncertain. Rod muses
that he'll give it a rest for a couple of days, until she's ready
to talk. There's suddenly a knock at the front door and Beryl
goes to answer it. She finds Spider standing there, and, as she
escorts him into the lounge room, he explains that he was down
at the farm, watching Adam weed the garden like it was a jungle,
and he came up with a wonderful idea. Beryl and Rod look at him
in surprise as he suggests, "What about a memorial service?"
Tom is singing Beethoven's Ode to Joy as he and Charlie
arrive back at the country house. Charlie tries to join in, but
she eventually muses that she never was much of a singer! She
then adds that it was a lovely concert, and she thanks him for
taking her. Tom smiles that he was glad she could come. Charlie
suddenly notices a note sitting on the kitchen table, and she
picks it up and reads, "Gone to Beryl's for dinner. Maybe
see you tomorrow." She puts the note down again and comments
that Spider certainly gets around! Tom, staring into her eyes,
suggests, "Perhaps he thought we might want to be alone together...?"
He then goes on, "I'll tell you what: why don't we go to
dinner, you and me? We'll hop in the car with a bottle of red
and some fine conversation... pick out a little BYO place..."
Charlie smiles, "You've won me. I'll just go and change."
Tom looks at her in surprise and asks, "What for?" Charlie
tells him, "A girl likes to impress!" Tom, though, insists,
"I like you the way you are, Charlotte. Don't try to be someone
you're not." Charlie, suddenly looking nervous, murmurs,
"I'll do my best..."
In the lounge room at Beryl's, Spider is saying, "I remember
when a mate of mine was lost at sea during the war. We had one
then." The 'phone suddenly starts ringing and Beryl
gets up and answers it. STD pips sound and Heather then comes
on and says, "Hello, Beryl." Beryl exclaims in surprise,
"Heather!" Looking upset, Heather tells her sadly, "It
was Mike's funeral today. I just got home." A look of shock
crosses Beryl's face as Heather adds, "He died on Friday
afternoon." Beryl says, "I'm terribly sorry." Heather
tells her, "I'll bring Jamie down tomorrow." Looking
surprised, Beryl asks her if she'd like to leave it for a while.
Heather, though, insists, "No. I'll see you about lunchtime,
alright?" Beryl murmurs, "Fine." They then both
hang up. Looking at the expression on Beryl's face, Spider asks
if it was bad news. Looking upset, Beryl explains, "Mike
O'Brien died." Turning to Rod, she adds, "Mike and Heather
were our neighbours for a while." Spider asks about Robert.
Beryl replies, "She's bringing him down tomorrow." Looking
puzzled, Rod asks who Robert is. Spider tells him, "Beryl's
baby." A smile of disbelief crosses Rod's face until he realises
Spider's serious. Turning to Beryl, he exclaims, "Baby?!"
A few moments later, Beryl is saying, "I'm sorry, Rod. I
should have told you earlier. Robert's about one year old. He's
spent the last seven or eight months with Mike and Heather."
Rod asks why that is. Spider, though, tells him not to ask why,
as he could be there all night! Rod insists that he'd like to
know sometime. Beryl tells him that she'll make a cuppa
and start filling him in. She then heads off to the kitchen. When
she's gone, Spider asks Rod if it's going to make any difference.
Rod muses, "No... It was a bit of a shock, you know, to find
out I might have to start raising a kid again, though. Hadn't
exactly banked on it, you know?"
Barbara opens the front door at Dural to find Fiona and Irene
standing on the step. She invites them in and Fiona asks if Gordon's
home. Barbara indicates the lounge room and tells her to go in.
Fiona murmurs, "Thankyou," and heads in there. Alone
with Barbara, Irene says to her that she hopes she doesn't mind
them barging in like this, but Fiona hasn't been too good: she's
blaming herself for the Colonel's suicide and she was
hoping Barbara and Gordon might be able to cheer her up. Barbara
assures her that they'll do their best. In the lounge room, Gordon
tells Fiona that it's good to see her. He asks her how she's bearing
up, and she replies that she's not too bad. They head over to
the dining table, where James is sitting with Wayne. Wayne offers
her some fruitcake, but she declines. Gordon tells her, "We
were going to play Trivial Pursuit. Now there are six
of us, there are three teams of two." Barbara says she'll
get a cloth to put on the table. Gordon goes with her to get it.
Irene looks at James and he comments that they've got to stop
meeting like this! He blows his nose, and smiles that he thinks
he's coming down with something: he might have to make an appointment.
Irene retorts, "It's called a cold. Put a jumper on!"
Changing the subject, she asks how things were this morning. James
asks, "With Caroline?" Irene comments, "Don't tell
me there were others?" James replies, "No,
no... well, it didn't go too well, as a matter of fact."
Irene muses that you can't win them all. The 'phone suddenly starts
ringing and Gordon answers it. After a moment, he tells James
that it's for him; it's Alison. James heads out to take it in
the hallway. Wayne watches him go, suspiciously. Out in the hallway,
James picks up and says, "Hello?" Alison tells him,
"I've changed my mind. I want the shares now."
James snaps, "Hang on - it's Sunday." Alison
retorts, "I'm aware of that. You've got three hours to track
down your broker, get the papers signed and bring them over."
James growls that he could be anywhere. Alison tells
him, "I don't care where he is. Three hours, alright,
or I go to the police." With that, she hangs up. At Dural,
Wayne joins James and asks him what the story is. James growls,
"She must have seen you." Wayne retorts, "I
told you a dozen times: I didn't see anyone." Barbara
joins them and asks them if they're playing. Wayne nods, "Yeah."
Barbara tells them not to be long, and she heads back inside.
Wayne snaps at James, "She didn't see me. I know
she didn't." James wipes his nose with his handkerchief and
snaps, "Something has got to her." At the table
in the lounge room, Gordon is saying to Fiona, "We can't
blame ourselves if the truth hurts occasionally. It's still the
truth; people have a right to know." Fiona says quietly that
she's told herself that a hundred times. Gordon insists,
"You've done nothing wrong." Fiona, though, retorts,
"Then why is one man dead who would otherwise have been alive?"
Irene tells her, "Because he couldn't cope. You didn't pull
the trigger, Fiona." Wayne and James suddenly come back in,
Wayne snapping as they do so, "James..." James, though,
retorts, "I have to ask, alright. Now, pipe down." He
walks over to the table and then says to those gathered there,
"Listen, I'm sorry to interrupt, folks, but for business
reasons, I gotta know everything there is to know about this Alison
Carr." Gordon points out, "I've told you all I
know." Barbara adds, "So have I." James
snaps, "She arrived a couple of months ago. Somebody's got
to know something more than that. Where's she come from?
What's she done?" Barbara suggests that Charlie
might know. James asks, "Charlie? Why Charlie?" Barbara
explains, "Because she's had most to do with her - and she
and Alison were both friends of Patricia." James stares at
her and asks, "What's happened to this Patricia? Where did
she go to?" Fiona chips in and shrugs, "Supposedly,
she's with David, in South America. But it might not be her. Maybe
he never did find her." Looking puzzled, James asks if she
was hard to track down. Fiona tells him, "At first, we didn't
know that she has a different face." James asks, "Come
again?" Fiona explains, "After we'd been there for a
while, we found out she'd had some sort of off-the-record plastic
surgery in some clinic in Rio de Janeiro." James, realisation
suddenly dawning, asks, "The Santos clinic?"
Fiona asks, "How did you know?" James stands
there, looking triumphant.
A few moments later, James is heading upstairs. Wayne is following
him and asking him where he's off to. James retorts, "To
get a jumper. Do I need a note?" Wayne demands, "What's
going on? You looked as if you won Lotto, a minute ago."
James turns and faces him and explains tersely, "A few things
just started to fall into place, that's all." Wayne asks,
"About Alison?" James retorts, "How did you guess?"
Wayne asks, "Has it changed anything?" James tells him,
"If you're referring to the shares, I don't know; that's
up to her. We've got three hours to win a game of Trivial
Pursuit and then I'm going to go over and have a little chat
with her. Handle the first few questions for me, boyo." With
that, he heads off upstairs, leaving Wayne looking annoyed.
Leigh is sitting with Alison in Charlie's lounge room, musing,
"There's a reason why James has to sell to you,
isn't there, otherwise he would have said 'go jump'.
What have you got on him?" Alison asks impatiently if they
can't talk about something else. Leigh, though, adds, "Must
be good..." She goes on, "Why the rush? That's
what I don't understand." Alison just mutters, "I
want the shares." Leigh points out, "You would have
got them tomorrow; you didn't have to have them today.
Anyway, he's about to turn up on the doorstep. What am I
supposed to do?" Alison snaps impatiently, "Let me tell
you about bedrooms: they're very good for this sort of thing.
You go in, close the door, stay quiet, no one knows you're here."
Leigh comments that it's still a risk. Alison snaps, "I'll
take it." Leigh persists, "Why?"
Alison, though, retorts, "I don't have to answer to you."
She then sighs and goes on, "You heard Wayne: Biggles is
trying to get something on me. That's why I can't waste time."
Leigh comments that changing the deadline is hardly going to make
James stop looking. Alison, though, tells her, "If
he finds anything - which, in case you haven't guessed, there's
a chance he might - it'll be a sort of stalemate, won't
it? What I'm ensuring is that if there's going to be such a stalemate,
it's one where I have the shares, not him."
Leigh muses that it sounds a messy way of doing things. Alison
snaps, "If you've got any better ideas, do tell me."
Leigh pauses and then says, "We need Patricia. She'd
know how to fix him." Alison, though, turns away and murmurs,
"Even Patricia would have trouble handling James
It's late when Fiona and Irene arrive back at Fiona's flat at
the boarding house, talking about their game of Trivial Pursuit.
Irene offers Fiona some coffee, and she accepts, adding that everything
is where it usually is! She then goes to the 'phone, saying she
might just call Barbara and thank her for the game. She dials,
the 'phone at the other end rings and Barbara answers. Fiona says
it's her, and Barbara smiles that that was quick! Fiona explains,
"I just wanted to say thankyou very much for the afternoon."
Barbara tells her, "You know you're more than welcome any
time." Fiona smiles, "Thankyou." Barbara then says,
"I'm sorry to cut you short, but dinner calls. I'll talk
to you later, OK?" Fiona nods, "OK," and hangs
up. Irene emerges from the kitchen and tells her, "Kettle's
on!" Fiona is just standing by the 'phone, staring into the
distance. Irene tells her, "Strike up..." Fiona just
turns away and says sadly, "It's just no good, Irene."
Irene tells her, "You're going to have to snap out of it.
Gerrard Bainbridge was mad. You are not responsible."
Fiona, though, sighs, "It's not just that. I'll tell Mary
she can go back to Gordon and Barbara's tomorrow. She'll be glad
to hear that; she's very fond of them." Irene points out,
"She's very fond of you, too." Fiona sighs,
"Seeing someone die like that, right there in front of you,
makes you stop; ask yourself things that you wouldn't usually
- like... what is my life about?" She goes on sadly, "Looking
back over the years, it seems the only time my life has had any
purpose is when somebody else is in need: Jill... Fee... Hung...
Mary..." Irene assures her, "Hey... the world would
be a pretty sad place if the world didn't have people whose main
concern was helping others." Fiona sighs sadly, "I'm
so lost, Irene. I don't know what I want anymore - or
what I'm doing..."
James has turned up at Charlie's, and as Alison escorts him into
the lounge room, she comments disinterestedly that she hopes she
hasn't dragged him away from one of Barbara's Sunday roasts. She
then demands, "Where's the share certificate?" James
reaches into his trouser pocket, takes out a piece of paper and
hands it to her. She stares at it and then demands, "What's
this?" James retorts, "Your cheque." Alison mutters
that she can see that. James tells her, "I decided
not to sell. I thought you'd want it back." Alison growls.
"You're not serious?" James, though, retorts, "I'm
dead serious. Spit on your grave and hope to die."
Alison snaps, "I haven't been bluffing." James assures
her, "I never thought you were." Alison mutters,
"Alright, I'll call the police now." With that,
she goes to the 'phone. As she does so, though, James says curtly,
"Really? I didn't think that you'd want them here - Patricia."
Alison stands there, her back to James so that he can't see the
look of shock on her face.