Fiona is walking along the corridor at Hornsby Hospital. Wayne
suddenly bursts through a set of doors in front of her and says,
"Before you get stuck into me, the plumber's coming tomorrow
and I've arranged for the wallpaper to be replaced." Fiona
mutters, "So you keep telling me..." Wayne then asks,
"Been visiting dad?" Fiona, though, explains, "No,
I work here. I've got a part-time job in the hospital
canteen." She adds, "Tell your father I'll be in to
see him when I've finished, will you?" Wayne nods, "Will
do." Fiona walks off and Wayne heads in to Gordon's room.
He smiles at his father, "Morning." Gordon looks round
at him and Wayne tells him, "I've got some good news: one
of my investments turned up a real winner. How about you: are
you sleeping well?" Gordon sighs, "I had a terrible
dream last night, about the accident." Wayne asks what happened.
Gordon murmurs, "I can't remember. Something I saw before
I fell unconscious..." He then asks, "Any word from
Patricia?" Wayne says quickly, "No, not yet - but I've
sent a cable, so stop worrying." Gordon cries, "God,
I miss her..." He adds, "As soon as I'm out of here
and Patricia's back, everything can get back to normal, can't
it?" Wayne murmurs, "Sure can." With that, he adds
that he'll come in again tomorrow and he goes.
Fiona is standing next to Barbara's bed as Barbara asks curtly,
"Is Wayne going to let you choose your wallpaper?!"
Fiona laughs, "We haven't got that far!" Irene suddenly
walks in and Fiona says she'll leave them to it - she's late to
start making sandwiches. Irene tells her, "I still don't
like the idea of your working, Fiona." Fiona, though, insists
that she's fine, and she walks off. Irene then asks Barbara if
she's feeling any better. Barbara just shrugs. Irene goes on,
"I thought you might like me to whip around the house - make
sure everything's set for the big return." Barbara mutters,
"Why bother? Wayne's there." Irene points out,
"The 'fridge is probably empty. We can't have you belting
round buying groceries." Barbara, reaching across to her
handbag, mutters, "I'll give you the front door keys."
Irene comments, "You must be looking forward to
going home." Barbara, however, retorts, "It won't be
much of a home with Gordon still thinking he's married to Patricia,
will it?" Irene insists, "He'll get his memory
back. It's just a matter of time." Barbara snaps, "How
much time, though, Irene?" Irene admits, "I
Alison arrives back at Charlie's to find Charlie sitting on the
couch, painting her toenails. Alison smiles, "What a trip!
It was around thirty degrees the whole time!" Charlie just
carries on with her nails, not responding. Alison goes on, "I
might just make a coffee and smarten up a bit before I see Gordon.
I'm sure he could do without whinging visitors." Charlie
tells her curtly, "It won't make any difference: he wouldn't
know who you are anyway." Alison asks sharply, "What?"
Charlie explains tautly, "He's had a memory lapse. Still
think he's married to Patricia." Alison stares at her. Charlie
then snaps, "You've got a hell of a nerve, Alison."
Alison asks in surprise, "Sorry?" Charlie growls, "I
had a visit from David. Seems you've been treating me like quite
an idiot." Alison asks her innocently what she's talking
about. Charlie retorts, "Telling me you were sitting in here
when the accident happened." Alison insists, "You know
I was." Charlie, however, snaps, "I was in the shower.
How could I possibly know what you were doing?" Alison looks
away. Charlie challenges, "You were driving the
car, weren't you, just like Caroline said? How could
you do that? Gordon's in hospital, a mental wreck, and
all you could think about was saving your own skin. I
believed your story because I believed my friends were decent
people. You're not. You're despicable. I want you out
of my house - now."
A few moments later, Alison protests, "I know blaming Caroline
was wrong, and I don't expect you to forgive me, but you've got
to understand: once I'd done it, I couldn't go back." Charlie
points out, "There's nothing to stop you owning up now."
Alison retorts, "I can't. It would make things worse - not
just for me; for everybody." Charlie gasps,
"How do you suppose Caroline feels? She's going
to lose her licence... get an enormous fine... quite apart from
the humiliation." Alison snaps, "I'll pay her
fine. I'll do everything I can. It wasn't all my fault
- she was hopelessly drunk. If she hadn't been pulling on the
steering wheel, none of this would have happened." She then
goes on more quietly, "You know what would happen if I
confessed: I'd be arrested and fingerprinted. The police would
find out I'm Patricia." She continues, "I honestly regret
laying the blame on Caroline, but the alternative was to spend
the rest of my life in jail for a murder I didn't commit. Charlie,
please, you've got to back my story." Charlie
hesitates and then says, "Alright. But as far as I'm
concerned, it's only for old times' sake, nothing more. I still
want you out of my house." With that, she storms out of the
room, leaving Alison looking relieved.
Wayne is talking on the 'phone in the hallway at Dural, holding
the pound notes in his hand and asking, "Do you still accept
them?" At the other end, a man tells him, "Yes - they're
legal tender. We get people in here all the time with them - mostly
little old ladies who don't trust banks." He listens and
then adds, "Yes... yes, bring them in. We'll give you $2
for each pound - though, off the record, you should go to a dealer:
better rates." Wayne smiles, "Thanks. I will."
With that, he hangs up, looking pleased with himself. He dashes
off upstairs just as the front door opens and Irene walks in holding
a bunch of flowers. She notices a black sack sitting on the floor
by the 'phone and groans, "Oh, Wayne... do you have
to leave your garbage in the hall?" With that she grabs the
sack and drags it outside...
Janice is talking on the 'phone in the hallway at the mansion,
smiling, "Yes, dad... yes, of course I will. Alright. Bye
bye." She hangs up. May joins her and comments, "It's
nice to hear a young person speaking respectfully to their elders.
That must be Fiona's influence." Janice smiles,
"Hello, May. Do you want to see me?" May murmurs, "Yes
- I was going to ask if I could borrow a slice of bread to make
some toast." Janice insists, "I can give you the whole
loaf." May, however, assures her, "That won't be necessary.
I can buy some when my pension cheque arrives." They head
into Fiona's room and Janice goes to the 'fridge. May suddenly
spots the hole in the wall, where Wayne removed the brick. She
cries in shock, "Where is it?" Janice asks, "What?
The pound notes?" May gasps, "You had no right to take
them: that's my life savings." Janice tells her, "I
didn't realise they belonged to you - but don't worry: no one's
going to take something that's yours." May demands, "Who
has them?" Janice insists, "It's alright. Calm down.
Wayne Hamilton has them."
Irene is arranging the flowers in the hallway at Dural. Wayne
- who has changed from his old clothes into a smart suit - creeps
up behind her and asks, "Am I interrupting a burglary?!"
Irene jumps in shock! She then explains, "I thought I'd whip
round the house before Barbara gets home. Just as well I did,
too." Wayne asks indignantly, "You're not suggesting
it was anything less than spotless?" Irene retorts, "You'd
probably call it 'lived in'!" She then asks him where he's
off to and he tells her, "A business meeting. I had a windfall.
Made enough to play Alison at her own game." Irene suggests,
"Why don't you use some of it to get a housekeeper?"
Wayne, however, insists, "We'll manage." Irene laughs,
"You've got to be kidding: you can't even take your own garbage
out." Wayne suddenly looks down and notices the black sack
isn't there. He demands in horror, "Where is it?" Irene
explains, "I gave it to the garbos, of course. I only just
caught them--" Wayne interrupts her and snaps furiously,
"I don't believe it..."
A short time later, Wayne is talking on the 'phone, saying, "When
do they usually get there? OK. Thanks." He hangs up and snaps
at Irene, "They're on their way to the tip." Irene asks
in surprise, "What's wrong? It's only a bag of rubbish."
Wayne retorts, "And if I don't get it back, you'll
be cactus." With that, he storms off.
A while later, Wayne pulls up in his car at the tip. He turns
off the engine and climbs out. A look of horror crosses his face
as he stares at the piles and piles of garbage heaped up in front
of him. There's a scavenger climbing over some of it. Wayne removes
his jacket and starts walking towards it, rolling up his sleeves
as he does so. He approaches a black sack but then throws it down
again, looking annoyed.
At the corridor at the mansion, May is holding the telephone
in her hand as Janice stands next to her, a telephone directory
in her hands, and says, "It's hopeless, May: there are hundreds
of 'Hamiltons' in the book." May retorts, "We'll try
every one if we have to. Now what's the next number?"
Janice sighs, "Try 412 19--" She breaks off as Fiona
comes in through the front door. Looking surprised, Janice comments
to her, "I wasn't expecting you home so soon." Fiona
explains, "I finished early. They're better off without me
anyway. When I started buttering the bread with yoghurt, I knew
it was time to come home..." They head into Fiona's room,
where Janice comments, "You're not looking well, Aunty Fiona."
Fiona retorts, "Aunt Fiona. How many times have
I got to tell you?" They sit down and Fiona then asks, "Did
you get in touch with your father?" Janice replies, "I'm
going over there tonight." They suddenly hear May out in
the hallway crying, "Oh I give up. It's useless."
Fiona asks Janice what that's all about. Janice explains
that May is trying to contact Wayne. Fiona asks in surprise why
on earth she'd want to do that. Janice tells her, "He
found her savings. She's in a complete flap." Fiona laughs,
"What savings? May hasn't got a cent to her name!"
Janice replies seriously, "Maybe not cents, but
she's got hundreds of old pound notes." She then indicates
the hole in the wall and goes on, "She had them hidden up
there, behind the wallpaper." Fiona, looking surprised, snaps,
"Why, that old scrooge - and here's me worrying about her
being down on her luck. Going out and getting a job so I can--
Ooo, you wait 'til I see her!"
Wayne is still tearing open bags at the tip. The scavenger is
doing the same thing. They're gradually approaching each other.
Wayne suddenly spots a number of old pound notes lying next to
a black bag. He rips open the bag and starts laughing in delight.
The scavenger suddenly runs over and snaps, "No you don't
mate: you're working my territory." With that, he
grabs the bag and runs off.
Gordon is lying asleep in his hospital bed when the door to his
room opens and Alison walks in. She says softly, "Hello,
Gordon." Gordon rouses and stares at her. He then murmurs,
"I'm sorry. I don't know you." Alison tells him, "Alison
Carr. I've just come to tell you the business is fine; you don't
have to worry about a thing." Gordon looks at her
blankly and then asks, "You're involved with Ramberg?"
Alison explains, "There have been quite a few changes since
Ramberg. The company's called 'Hamilton Industries' now."
Gordon continues to stare at her and she goes on, "When you
had the accident, you suffered a memory loss." Gordon asks
in surprise, "Why hasn't anyone told me?" Alison replies,
"I don't know - but we're partners now." Gordon asks,
"Has anything else happened in my life that I should
know about?" Alison tells him quickly, "No. Nothing
important." Gordon asks, "How long has it been? How
much have I forgotten?" Alison replies, "I don't know
exactly. Before the accident, you gave me your Power of Attorney."
Gordon asks in surprise, "Why?" Alison tells
him, "Everyone felt you needed a rest from the pressure of
business." She adds, "You might recognise your signature."
She takes a sheet of paper out of her handbag and hands it to
him. He stares at it. Alison adds, "I feel like such a stranger.
If only Patricia were here..." Gordon asks quickly,
"You know her?" Alison smiles, "Oh yes,
for ages - both of you. I'm virtually one of the family."
Gordon sighs, "It's so frustrating, not being able to remember."
Alison assures him, "You will soon enough." She then
asks, "Remember the day you and Patricia bought Angela a
horse?" Gordon smiles, "Oh yes - a beautiful black filly."
Alison adds, "She was thrilled." She then reaches into
her handbag again and tells him, "I've got something else
that might help you remember." She hands him a photo: it's
of Patricia standing outside the front door at Dural. Gordon looks
at it, but Alison tells him, "The other side." He turns
it over. On the back is written 'To my dearest friend Alison -
Much love, Patricia'. Gordon murmurs, "If only she was here..."
Alison nods, "Yes..."
At the tip, Wayne is chasing the scavenger crying, "It belongs
to me. Honestly. I didn't mean to throw it out."
The scavenger snaps back, "Tough." Wayne insists, "It's
just an old heap of play money. It wouldn't buy you a packet of
peanuts." The scavenger retorts, "It's got to be worth
something - otherwise you wouldn't be jumping around
like a kid on a pogo stick." He then asks, "What are
you going to do if I don't give it back to you? Bash
me up?" Wayne tells him, "I'll give you ten bucks."
The scavenger mutters, "Couldn't get drunk on that."
Wayne hands over the rest of the cash in his wallet says, "I'll
give you the whole thirty." The scavenger grabs it, snaps,
"Sucker," and thrusts the bag back at Wayne. Wayne stands
there, grinning broadly in relief.
At Charlie's, Alison is standing by the drinks cabinet, staring
at the wall in the lounge room when Charlie walks in and says
curtly, "I hope you found somewhere else to stay. Don't think
I'm going to change my mind." Alison doesn't respond and
so Charlie snaps, "You could at least do me the courtesy
of looking at me." Alison turns round and Charlie
notices that she has tears streaming down her face. Charlie sighs,
"Don't be so pathetic. Don't expect me to feel sorry for
you just because you--" Alison suddenly interrupts and says
quietly, "James has been killed." Charlie gasps in shock,
Irene is talking on the 'phone on the bar at Dural, telling the
person at the other end that Wayne isn't there at the moment.
The front door suddenly opens, though, and Wayne bursts in, laughing,
"I got it!" He joins Irene, who tells him that
there's somebody on the 'phone for him. He takes the 'phone and
says, "Wayne Hamilton." A female voice at the other
end says curtly, "This is May Walters. I believe you have
something of mine." She listens and then retorts, "You
know perfectly well what I'm talking about: the money you found.
It's mine. You must give it back." Wayne, though,
snaps, "I'm afraid it doesn't work like that, Miss. Walters.
The money's mine - and the trouble I've been
through this morning, I'm keeping it." With that,
he hangs up.
Fiona is sitting staring into space in her room at the mansion
when May walks in and tells her tersely, "Fiona, I need Wayne
Hamilton's address. Do you have it?" Fiona, though, retorts,
"I'm surprised you have the nerve to ask me for anything.
You're a stingy old fraud, May Walters. Pretending you didn't
have a penny in the world... Me going out making sandwiches
to support us both." May points out, "I never asked
you to make sandwiches. I never asked you for any help.
You took all that on yourself." Fiona retorts, "Because
I felt I owed you a favour." May asks in surprise,
"What favour?" Fiona explains, "Way, way,
way back, when Stupid Lucy almost had me arrested." May asks
blankly, "What?" Fiona sighs, "Stupid
Lucy putting the black market whiskey in my room and you talking
the police into not charging me." May suddenly laughs, "That's
right! Come to think of it, I owe you one, too."
Fiona stares at her and May explains, "If it hadn't have
been for the whiskey, I wouldn't have realised how much money
you can make on the black market." Fiona asks her in surprise
what she's talking about. May tells her, "That's where I
got my savings: sly grog and nylons. I had a very nice little
operation going by the end of the War." They both burst out
laughing and Fiona grins, "You sly old fox. Is that
how? I can understand why you had to hide it!" May mutters,
"Now I have to work out a way to get it back. Wayne's
decided that as he found the money, it belongs to him."
Fiona, looking suddenly thoughtful, murmurs, "There might
just be a way that we could pull Wayne unstuck..."
Wayne is sitting in the lounge room at Dural, working, when Irene
comes in and tells him, "I'd just love to know what's in
that bag. You've been acting as if you won the Lotto
or something." Wayne grins, "Close!" There's suddenly
a knock on the front door and Irene goes to get it. She finds
Alison standing there, looking upset, and she quickly asks her,
"Are you OK?" Alison just walks in and explains quietly,
"I've got some bad news." They head into the lounge
room. Wayne stands up. Irene asks Alison what's wrong. She replies,
"I thought you should both know: James is dead."
Irene and Wayne glance at each other in shock. Irene murmurs,
"I'm sorry." She asks how it happened. Alison shrugs,
"I don't know. Some accident or something." Irene asks
if there's anything she can do. Alison replies, "No thanks.
I'm going to Quilpie tomorrow, to make some arrangements."
She then asks, "Should Gordon be told?" Irene
replies, "I don't think so - not just yet." She adds
gently, "I am sorry." With that, she goes.
Wayne tells Alison that he'll get her a drink. Alison sighs, "Why
did it have to happen - especially now?" Wayne muses,
"Must be rough." Alison replies, "Not just for
me. Poor Gordon." Wayne looks at her sharply
and growls, "Don't you talk about 'poor Gordon'. I don't
care how you're feeling: it was you who put
dad in hospital in the first place." Alison asks
him, "What are you talking about?" Wayne retorts, "I'm
talking about the accident. Caroline wasn't driving the
car; you were." Alison insists, "No I wasn't."
Wayne, though, snarls, "Don't lie. Everything about you stinks,
do you know that? Grovelling to dad to get his Power of Attorney...
crawling all over James to get control of his part of the company...
And you expect people to feel sorry for you. Well that's
all finished. I've got the one thing that can stop you: money.
And you can't go to James for help, either, because he's dead,
remember?" Alison growls, "If you think all James meant
to me was money, you're wrong." Wayne mutters,
"Yeah? Well it doesn't really matter. Once dad gives
me back his Power of Attorney - which he will when he finds out
you nearly killed him - you'll be legless." Alison, though,
retorts snidely, "Always one step behind, Wayne. Another
thing the solicitor told me when he called: James left me everything."
Wayne stares at her, furiously.