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    Written by: Ysabelle Dean    Produced by: Posie Jacobs   Directed by: Gaye Arnold

A short while later, Barbara is sitting back in bed, with Fiona by her side, asking fearfully, "What if it's brain damage?" Fiona insists that she's got to stop thinking the worst. Irene comes in and announces that she's given Gordon a sedative. She adds, "He was getting quite worked-up about Patricia." Fiona asks, "Did you tell him she was dead?" Irene, though, explains that he's in no fit state to take any more shocks. Barbara cries, "What now?" Irene tells her, "I've arranged for a brain scan; doubt if it'll prove anything, though." Barbara cries, "It doesn't make sense. How can he suddenly lose ten years of his life?" Irene tells her, "I'll leave that one for the psychiatrist to figure out." She then adds gently, "Look, we don't want Gordon upset any more than he already is. It might be a good idea if you don't see him for a while." Barbara asks, "How long?" Irene murmurs, "A couple of days." Barbara sobs, "When I went into his room, I was scared about how he was going to look at me, but at least it was something I was expecting. How am I going to face being forgotten?"

Janice is fiddling with the padlock on the storeroom door in the manager's room at the mansion. May suddenly comes into the room and exclaims, "You can't go in there - that's private. It's been my personal storeroom for years." Janice says tautly, "I suppose you wouldn't happen to know who cut through this padlock?" May retorts, "I think it might have been me - but Mr. Hamilton should have consulted me before he changed the lock." Janice suggests, "Why don't you simply find somewhere else to store your bits and pieces?" A man suddenly walks in and demands, "I want to see the manager." Janice tells him, "I'm in charge at the moment." The man indicates a sheet of paper that he's holding, and demands, "Who's responsible for this garbage?" Janice retorts, "I am. What about it?" The man snaps, "It's an outrage, that's what. There's never been no house rules before." Janice tells him, "There's a first time for everything, Mr. Mulligan." Mulligan, screwing up the sheet of paper, growls, "No one living in this flea-pit is going to be told how to live their lives by the likes of you." Janice retorts, "Then they can leave." Mulligan demands, "Who's going to make 'em?" Janice retorts, "Ask your friends - the ones who used to live up on the first floor with you; they moved out this morning." Mulligan growls, "I'll complain to the protection people." Janice laughs, "Go ahead. You're only three weeks behind in your rent." May suddenly chips in, telling Janice nervously, "I think you're being a little hasty - Mr. Mulligan has been here for years." Janice just retorts, "Then I'm sure a change of scenery will do him the world of good!" Mulligan grabs hold of Janice's shoulder and snaps, "Nobody throws Horrie Mulligan into the street." Janice, though, turns and grabs him and throws him down onto the floor. As he lies there, Janice says tautly, "Your rent, please, Mr. Mulligan - and then I think you should leave - quietly."

At Hornsby Hospital, Irene is standing next to Gordon's bed, preparing an injection. Gordon asks her weakly, "Why won't they let me see my wife? Where is she?" Irene tells him, "She's in South America. We haven't been able to contact her." Gordon queries in surprise, "South America?" Irene replies, "Just a holiday. She was very keen to go. You were, too, but we didn't think your heart would take the rigours of the trip." Gordon accepts this and then says, "That woman with Fiona... Barbara someone... the one driving the other car." Irene asks, "What about her?" Gordon continues, "Her face was bandaged. Was she badly hurt?" Irene nods, "Yes. Yes, she has been rather badly hurt..."

A cab pulls up outside the front door at Dural and Caroline climbs out. She pays the driver and then goes and knocks on the door of the house. Inside, Wayne is talking on the 'phone, saying, "Thanks for letting me know, Irene. I'll come over straight away." He hangs up and goes and answers the door. Seeing Caroline standing there, he immediately goes to shut it again, but Caroline pleads, "Please, Wayne - I have to talk to you." Wayne mutters reluctantly, "You've got sixty seconds." Caroline cries, "Wayne, you have to believe me: Alison was driving that car, not me." Wayne just snaps, "Save it for the court case - but don't expect anyone to listen: we all know you'd love to see Alison take the rap." Caroline cries, "There was a witness." Wayne demands, "Who?" Caroline admits, "I don't know his name." She then cries, "Someone has to listen. Alison is responsible for putting Gordon in hospital." Wayne suddenly lunges for her and wraps his right hand round her neck. He snarls at her, "You don't give a damn about my father. All you care about is seeing Alison's head on the chopping block instead of yours. But it won't work: you're heading for jail, Caroline - and I hope they never let you out."

Sometime later, Wayne walks into his father's room at the hospital and says quietly, "It's me, dad: Wayne." Gordon looks at him: he can only make out a blurred face. He murmurs, "Wayne...? Wayne's just a boy." Wayne cries, "Dad, it's me." Irene suddenly walks in and suggests to Gordon that he go to sleep. Gordon murmurs, "Something's happened. Nothing makes sense." Irene insists, "It's the accident. You're confused." Gordon looks again at Wayne.

A few moments later, Wayne is standing in the corridor with Barbara and Irene, and Barbara demands, "How did he react?" Wayne tells her, "He recognised me - at least, I think he did." Irene explains, "He got upset that Wayne was ten years older than he remembered him." Barbara cries, "You're going to have to tell him what's happened." Irene, though, insists, "One step at a time." She then tells Wayne, "We're going to have to think up a good reason as to why Patricia still can't be contacted overseas. The last thing your father needs is any kind of stress." Barbara snaps, "Then you mustn't let Alison anywhere near him." Wayne murmurs, "I forgot about her. She's running the company; with dad out of action, she'll have a field day." Irene gasps, "Surely she wouldn't risk hurting the business?" Wayne, though, retorts, "I wouldn't put anything past her - she'd love to see us wiped out." Barbara cries, "There must be something we can do." Wayne sighs, "Maybe there is - but don't hold your breath. I'll get in touch with James: he still owns half the company. Maybe he can put Alison back in her box."

May has emptied the contents of the storeroom at the mansion into Fiona's room, and she's telling Fiona, "I had to put it somewhere and your room seemed like the safest place." Indicating the still-covered painting, Fiona sighs, "How on earth am I going to explain this away to Janice?" May asks, "What did you tell Mr. Palmer?" Fiona replies, "The truth." As a look of horror crosses May's face, Fiona adds quickly, "I left you out of the story, but I don't think Janice is going to take it quite as well as David did." She then suddenly spots something on the floor and she picks it up. It's a doll, and she exclaims to May, "Dear little Svetlana! You kept her all these years!" May smiles, "Of course I have - Neville gave her to me." Fiona, looking suddenly surprised, retorts, "Neville gave her to me." May snaps, "He gave you a dozen pairs of silk stockings." Janice suddenly walks in and, looking around, growls at May, "Your junk from the storeroom, I presume?" May retorts, "It is not junk." Janice notices the item covered with a sheet and, walking over to it, asks, "What's this? A painting of some kind?" May quickly says, "Yes, but it's not worth looking at." She then suddenly points to the floor and cries, "A mouse!" Janice, distracted by this, mutters, "If there's one thing I can't stand, it's mice." She turns away from the painting and adds, "I'll buy some traps next time I'm out." She then indicates the doll that Fiona is holding and asks May, "Is this yours too?" May retorts, "It certainly is." Janice just mutters, "I expect all this junk to be gone when I get back." With that, she leaves them. May comments to Fiona, "That girl hasn't got a sentimental bone in her body." Fiona, though, muses, "I think you could be wrong about that..."

Wayne is sitting with Charlie by the pool at Dural. He has the 'phone in his hand and Charlie suggests that he ring the Quilpie Hotel. Wayne retorts, "I tried that and they told me he's gone bush." Charlie muses, "Must have only just gone - Alison was just talking to him this morning." She then adds, "With Gordon out of danger, there's nothing much James could have done anyway - and the company's safe in Alison's hands." She suddenly appears to recall something and, reaching into her handbag, she takes out a sheet of paper and hands it to Wayne, explaining, "She asked me to give you this." Wayne reads the paper and then growls, "If she thinks I'm running company errands, she can think again. She can do it herself." Charlie smiles, "She can't at the moment, darling - she's in Adelaide, chasing up some business transactions, apparently." Wayne growls, "I wouldn't trust her in charge of a newspaper stand." Charlie insists, "You should give her a chance - especially as she's feeling so guilty about the accident." Wayne demands, "Why?" Charlie tells him, "She couldn't stop Caroline trying to drive home. She was so upset when I got out of the shower, poor darling." Wayne looks at her in surprise and says, "Say that again." Charlie asks blankly, "What?" Wayne retorts, "You said you were having a shower." Charlie chuckles, "People do take them from time-to-time!" Wayne points out, "You told the police you were with Alison all the time." Charlie insists, "I was - well, in the house with her, anyway. Surely it doesn't matter? We all know Alison had nothing to do with the accident." Wayne sits there, looking thoughtful.

Sometime later, Wayne walks into the Morrell town house. Caroline is busy packing belongings into cardboard boxes, and Wayne comments, "I saw the sign out the front. Why are you selling?" Caroline just retorts, "What's it to you?" Wayne admits, "I owe you an apology - I didn't exactly give you a fair hearing before." Caroline snaps, "Nor has anybody else. Why should you be different?" Wayne explains, "I believe you were telling the truth. Charlie let something slip. I'm prepared to go to the police, now, and back-up your story." Caroline hesitates and then says, "It won't do any good. It's our word against hers." Wayne points out, "You said you had a witness." Caroline, though, mutters, "I've got a snowball's hope in hell of finding him." Wayne tells her, "Alison put my father in hospital. I'll help any way I can to see she's nailed." Caroline just retorts, "I'm not going to do anything." Wayne frowns at her and she explains, "I've got nothing left to fight with - certainly no money." Wayne asks in surprise, "Where's it all gone?" Caroline tells him, "Bad investments... too much booze..." Wayne cries, "You can't just give up." Caroline, though, retorts, "I have - and if you're smart, you will, too." Wayne growls, "No way." Caroline replies, "Then be careful - and whatever you do, don't underestimate Alison Carr..."

May takes a nibble of some cream cake at the table in Fiona's room at the mansion. Fiona offers her another slice. May smiles, "I really shouldn't." Janice chips in curtly, "No, you shouldn't: you've had three pieces; you're begging for indigestion." Fiona suggests that they throw it out, then. May, however, smiles quickly, "Hand it over!" She then adds that it's time she was off, and she heads out through the door. When she's gone, Janice comments to Fiona, "You weren't doing her any favours: she's got the worst case of sweet tooth I've ever seen." Fiona muses, "I suppose you'll eat almost anything when you're really hungry..." Janice remarks, "Sounds like a case for meals-on-wheels." Fiona, though, insists, "No, she's far too proud for that. I'll have to think of some way to help without offending her."

Wayne is sitting in the manager's office, looking at the books. Janice walks in and, looking surprised, comments that she didn't know he was coming in today. Wayne indicates one of the books in front of him and demands, "Why are all of the names in this book crossed out?" Janice smiles, "They've moved. I told you I'd get rid of them." Wayne, looking exasperated, asks, "Is there anybody left?" Janice tells him, "May... Fiona..." She adds, "I thought you wanted all those horrible men out." Wayne snaps, "Not until I had tenants to take their place." Janice points out, "I told you I'd see to that - there's plenty of people at teacher's college who want rooms next semester; that's only a few months away." Wayne gasps in horror, "A few months?!" Janice tells him, "You're going to need the time to get all the repairs done." Wayne snaps, "How am I going to pay for them: with tram tickets?" Janice, looking upset, cries, "You should be thanking me, not abusing me." Wayne glares at her and snaps, "What for? You've turned the place into an even bigger millstone." Janice snaps, "If that's the way you feel, find your own tenants." With that, she storms out. As she goes, May comes in and Wayne asks her what he can do for her. She tells him, "I want to rent the junk room. Twenty dollars a week?" She holds out a bundle of notes and tells him, "A month in advance." Wayne smiles, "If it's that important to you, Mrs. Walters--" May interrupts and quickly snaps, "Miss." Wayne goes on, "Miss. Walters, you've got yourself a deal." May smiles, "Thankyou, Mr. Hamilton."

Irene and Fiona walk through a set of doors at the hospital, Irene saying as they do so, "You can't - it'll be too much for you." Fiona insists, "It'll only be a few hours a day. All I'm doing is serving coffee and sandwiches." Irene suggests, "I can give you a loan." Fiona, though, tells her, "I want to stand on my own two feet." Irene smiles, "By rights, you should still be in a wheelchair!" She then adds, "I wish you'd reconsider this job." Fiona murmurs, "Too late - I start tomorrow."

David emerges from the bedroom area at the Morrell town house, carrying a large, packed box. He tells Caroline, "You're certainly getting carried away. Could be a while before you find a buyer for the house." Caroline tells him, "I'm having an economy drive, and that means that everything that isn't essential is going." She indicates a couple of dresses that she's holding and adds, "That includes these poor little numbers." David comments, "Most women I know would rather lose an arm and a leg than get rid of their clothes." Caroline, though, sighs, "I haven't got any choice, now that I'm no longer a woman of independent means. I'm broke. Skint. Teach me to fool around with investments I don't understand, won't it?" David, looking surprised, asks, "Why didn't you tell me that yesterday?" Caroline explains, "Believe it or not, I forgot - the argument with Samantha put everything else out of my mind." David asks if Samantha knows. Caroline replies, "No. I don't know what to tell her." David suggests, "Why not the truth?" Caroline murmurs, "Because I can't." David suggests, "How about telling me what really happened?" Caroline, though, cries, "Please. Don't ask me." David sighs, "Alright." He then adds, "I'm going back to Melbourne. If you need any help, I'm just a 'phone call away." Caroline smiles, "OK." David then asks, "Is Alison involved?" Caroline looks at him sharply and he goes on, "Thought so. Busy lady, isn't she? First she set you up for causing an accident and now somehow she's arranged for you to lose your money." Caroline murmurs, "I can't fight her - not this time." David comments, "She's got something over you. It's the way she usually operates. I think it's time someone gave her a taste of her own medicine..."

A while later, David is standing in Charlie's lounge room as Charlie sits on the couch saying, "Honestly, if it was anyone else, I'd feel sorry for her. Do you know, she told the police that Alison was driving the car when the accident happened?" David nods, "Yeah." He sits down and Charlie gasps, "Don't tell me you believe her?" David retorts, "I wouldn't put anything past Alison." Charlie sighs, "I know she's done some dreadful things in her time, but there's an awful lot of good in her, too. You of all people must admit that." David mutters, "I might have once. Not any more." Charlie asks, "What are you going to do?" David says, "I'll talk to James. He was the one that gave her the muscle to throw her weight around. He can do something about it." Charlie warns, "You'll have trouble finding him - he's gone bush." David mutters, "Then there'll be a long letter waiting for him when he gets back. After what I've got to tell him, he'll want Alison out of his life so fast, she won't see him for dust..."

Spider is sitting with Donna in the grounds of the country house. He's sympathising, "It's not the end of the world, love. There are other computer courses around." Donna sighs, "There are, but that one was supposed to be really good. I only missed out by a couple of days." Spider points out, "At least Tim's being more reasonable about it now." Donna, though, mutters, "I wish he wasn't. He's making me feel so guilty. Everything was so different when I was having the baby: I was grateful to Tim for looking after me." Spider insists, "He still wants to." Donna cries, "But I've changed. I want to be able to live my own life: do that computer course... find a job... All Tim wants to do is start a family." Spider tells her, "There's nothing to stop you doing both." Donna sighs, "I don't want both. Getting married was a mistake. I'm fond of Tim, but I don't love him." She then appeals, "Spider, what am I going to do...?"

Janice is standing in Fiona's room at the mansion, looking upset. Fiona asks, "How did he find out?" Janice sobs, "The steak casserole. Dad came home early and thought it was for dinner. I made it for you. Then he started asking questions; I couldn't lie to him. I tried to tell him you'd changed, but he wouldn't listen." Fiona murmurs, "I wouldn't want to be the cause of family arguments: maybe you'd better not come and visit with me anymore." Janice, though, cries, "But I want to." She then goes on, "I don't think I can face another row tonight. Can I stay here?" Fiona nods, "As long as you don't mind sleeping on the floor." She then hands Janice a gift-wrapped present, explaining that it's to thank her for everything she's done. Janice unwraps it to find a pink teddy bear inside. She cries, "Why did you have to go wasting your money on silly, useless things?" Fiona smiles, "I know 'George' wouldn't approve - but I think you should have had it a long time ago. Better late than never." Janice sits there smiling, and Fiona comments, "You like it, don't you?" Janice beams, "Of course I do - I love it!"

That night, Tim is sitting with Donna at the kitchen table at the country house, saying, "I know you're upset about missing out on the computer course, Don, but there'll be others." Donna mutters, "There's more to it than that." Tim murmurs, "I thought there might have been - you haven't even met me touch you, lately." He then asks, "Is it the baby?" Donna admits, "I suppose that's when it started." She then declares, "Our marriage is all wrong, Tim. The only reason I married you is because of the baby." Tim, suddenly frowning, snaps, "So now you want out?" Donna insists, "We're tying each other down." Tim growls, "But I was good enough when Brett didn't want to know you, huh?" Donna cries, "I'll always be grateful." Tim snaps, "Thanks a lot, Don. I slaved my guts out for you; done everything I can to try and make you happy." Donna murmurs, "I was hoping you'd understand." She stands up and Tim asks, "Where will you go?" Donna tells him, "I've got a girlfriend living in Bendigo. I'll go and stay with her." Tim demands, "What about money?" Donna murmurs, "I'll get a job. I can do a computer course at night school." She adds sadly, "I'm sorry for hurting you, Tim." Tim cries, "Don - I do love you... Whenever you want to come back..." Donna stares at him and then walks off to her bedroom.

The next morning, Fiona opens the door of her room at the mansion to find Wayne standing there, wearing old clothes and holding some rolls of wallpaper. He tells Fiona, "I've fixed the lock on the storeroom. Janice told me there was a minor problem with the wallpaper--" He looks around at the state of Fiona's room and Fiona retorts, "It all depends on what you call 'minor'." She then adds, "I've got to go out, so I'll see what sort of progress you've made by the time I get back." She goes. Wayne looks round the room and pulls back some of the peeling wallpaper. Janice suddenly comes in, wearing her dressing gown, and mutters, "The wallpaper's a disgrace - it's time something was done about it." Wayne explains that that's why he's there. He then adds, "I apologise for snapping yesterday - losing all those tenants in one go came as a bit of a shock. I'd be very grateful if you could line up some of your friends from college." Changing the subject, Janice tells him, "I have to get dressed. How long will you be?" Wayne, tugging at the paper again, tells her, "It could be a major operation. The reason why the wallpaper's peeling is because the wall is falling apart." With that, he pulls out a brick from the wall. As he turns it over in his hand, he finds a small piece of paper stuck to it and Janice asks, "What's that?" Wayne comments, "It looks like Monopoly money." Janice exclaims, "It's a pound note! How did it come to be bricked-up in the wall?" Wayne looks inside the cavity in the wall and comments, "There's more." Janice reaches inside and remarks, "Somebody's nest-egg. Must have been there for years." Pulling some out, she then exclaims, "There's a small fortune in there. How are we going to find out who it belongs to?" Wayne tells her bluntly, "You're looking at him." Janice mutters, "You didn't put it there, did you?" Wayne retorts, "It's my wall, to all intents and purposes. I'd say that gives me every right to make a claim." With that, he grabs some of the money from Janice's hands and smiles, "It couldn't have come at a better time..."


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