Craig asks innocently, "What are you talking about?"
Beryl snaps, "My son. You took him. Now what have you done
with him?" Craig retorts, "I haven't done anything
with him. May was tired so I offered to take him out. Anyway,
I didn't think you'd care much; you're never with
him." Beryl snarls, "That's a lie. Anyway it's none
of your business. Now where is he and what have you done with
him?" Craig points over to a few yards away and explains
that he just took the boy out of his stroller to play. Beryl runs
over to her son and lifts him up, comforting, "Mummy was
so worried about you."
A short time later, Beryl and Craig walk back into the mansion,
Craig enthusing that he and Robert had a nice time. He tells Beryl
eagerly that he likes kids. Fiona suddenly emerges from
her room and Beryl asks her for a word. Craig quickly says, "Beryl
and I had a bit of a misunderstanding down at the park. She had
this crazy idea--" Beryl interrupts him, though, and snaps
at Fiona, "Now, if you don't mind." The two
women head into Fiona's room where Beryl declares, "I am
positive he is trying to scare me." Fiona, looking
surprised, comments that Craig is a lovely boy. Beryl
retorts, "He's also weird. I'm positive he's testing
me to see how much I care about Robert." Fiona asks her if
she isn't over-reacting - having had the boy taken from her once--
Beryl interrupts and snaps, "Twice, Fiona. He was
taken from me twice." Fiona tells her, "I just
mean you'd be more cautious than most people." Beryl muses,
"Maybe - but there's something about that young man that
bothers me, and the less I have to do with him, the better I'll
Craig walks into the manager's office, where Wayne is examining
some pots of paint. Wayne asks him if Beryl caught up with him,
and Craig replies that they were at the park. He then asks Wayne
if he's going to do some painting. Wayne retorts sarcastically,
"The boy's bright." Craig asks him which colour he's
using on Beryl's room. Wayne holds up a tin of paint
and shows him. Craig quickly offers, "I'll do Beryl's
room, if you like. For nothing." Wayne asks suspiciously,
"What's all this interest in Beryl?" Craig
just shrugs, "I like her, that's all."
David and Caroline are sitting at the kitchen table at the country
house as Tim prepares some tea. Caroline is complaining about
being smeared with ice-cream and attacked by angry mothers! Tim
sits down with them and asks Caroline if she doesn't like
her job much. Caroline retorts, "I hate it."
Tim suggests that she find something else. Caroline, though, sighs,
"I'm not qualified for anything." She then
declares, "I think I'll marry a millionaire instead!"
David points out, "They're not the sort of things that come
out of a packet of corn flakes!" Caroline, though, tells
him, "Don't worry: I've picked one out already. I'll introduce
you to him." David grins, "Oh yeah? When?" Caroline
replies, "Within a week."
The next morning, Caroline and David are walking along in the
shopping mall, Caroline saying, "He owns it - all
of it." David asks what he's like. Caroline shrugs, "I
don't know. I haven't met him yet." David protests,
"I thought you said--" Caroline interrupts and says,
"I know his name: it's Doug Fletcher." David asks, "What
are you going to do: look him up in the 'phone book?!" Caroline,
though, smiles, "I'm not going to tell you all my
secrets - but I can bet you anything you like I'll be able to
introduce you within a week." David points out, "You
haven't got anything to bet." He then suggests that
he shout her a cup of coffee before she starts work.
A short time later, David and Caroline are sitting in a coffee
shop and as David puts down his cup, he comments to Caroline,
"Just think: when you're married to all this, you'll be able
to spill as many ice creams over as many obnoxious kids as you
like!" Caroline, though, tells him, "When I'm married
to all this, I'm going to keep well clear." A man
suddenly walks over to them and starts clearing away their things.
Looking at Caroline, he asks, "Aren't you the resident bunny?"
Caroline nods, "Yes." The man suggests, "It's time
you're at work, isn't it?" Caroline retorts, "Possibly."
The man tells her tersely, "Then hop to it. You're not paid
to sit around." Caroline mutters indignantly, "I'll
start work when I feel like it." The man retorts,
"Suit yourself - but you'll be in trouble if you don't."
Caroline glares at him and snaps, "Who the hell do you think
you are? I should report you." The man just replies tersely,
"Chuck your dummy in the dirt all you like - it won't get
you far." With that, he walks off, leaving Caroline looking
angry. A smile suddenly appears on her face, though, and she says,
"I'm going to go to the top about that man. I'm not going
to rest until I've seen the owner of the whole complex!"
David sighs good-naturedly, "A bloke doesn't stand a hope
with you, does he?! You're a devious woman, Caroline!"
He then announces that he's going, and he heads off.
A few minutes later, Caroline approaches a woman heading down
a set of stairs in the middle of the mall and asks her if she's
Mr. Fletcher's secretary. The woman replies that that's right.
Caroline goes on, "I wonder if I could see Mr. Fletcher."
The secretary suggests, "Maybe I could help you?"
Caroline, though, insists, "No, I'd like to see Mr. Fletcher.
It's a complaint about one of his employees." The secretary
tells her, "I can handle that for you." Caroline
persists, "It is important. I would like to talk to him personally."
The secretary, however, replies, "I'm sorry, but if I
can't help you, I can only suggest that you write to him."
Caroline asks, "Will he get the letter?" The
secretary tells her, "After I've read it. I vet
all his mail." A suave-looking man suddenly walks
past them and heads upstairs. The secretary tells him that she'll
be with him in a minute, adding at the end, "Sir." She
then asks Caroline if there was anything else. Caroline sighs,
"Not at the moment." She walks off.
Wayne is stirring a tin of paint in the manager's office at the
mansion when Craig walks in and announces that he's run out. Wayne
points to some more tins on the floor. He then adds that he hopes
Craig isn't getting in Beryl's way. Craig, though, explains
that she's not there; she's at the hospital and won't be home
for hours yet. Wayne looks at him suspiciously and asks, "Why
are you so keen to look after Beryl - really?"
Craig retorts, "I told you: I like her." Wayne
asks, "What sort of 'like'? You can't fancy
her; she's old enough to be your mother." Craig
quickly nods, "Yeah - she is, isn't she?" With
that, he walks out. He heads out into the corridor to find Beryl
coming towards him. He comments that he thought she'd be at the
hospital. Beryl explains that she's working a split shift today.
Craig tells her that he's painting her room for her. He adds that
he hopes she likes the colour. Beryl tells him that she'll leave
him to it. She goes to walk off, but Craig quickly says to her,
"You said you'd be going back to Melbourne soon." Beryl
nods, "Yes - later." Craig tells her, "I don't
think you should go for a while yet. Fiona's not looking her best
and she might need you." Beryl, though, retorts, "I
think she's getting better every day." At that moment, the
door to May's room opens and Fiona emerges and joins them. Beryl
tells her that she and Craig were just talking about how well
she's looking. Fiona beams, "Oh yes, I'm feeling so much
better." Beryl tells her, "You can make me a cup of
tea, then!" Fiona offers Craig a cup, too. Beryl, though,
quickly says, "No, no, he's got some painting to finish."
Craig nods that he'd better get back to it. Beryl and Fiona go
to walk off. Craig calls to Fiona to ask if she's got a sec. Fiona
lingers, asking Beryl to put the kettle on for her. She then asks
Craig if he's got some trouble. Craig tells her, "It's just
I've got a bit of a problem I'd like to talk to you about sometime
- when you've got a minute." Fiona asks, "Can you give
me any clues?" Craig replies, "Er... it's this friend
of mine, see, and he's got to tell somebody something that might
come as a bit of a shock and he's not sure how to go about it
- whether to come straight out and tell her or get around to it
gradually." Fiona comments, "You're not giving me much
to go on. If you want to talk about it some more, why don't you
pop in and see me?" Craig thanks her and she walks off.
A few seconds later, Fiona joins Beryl in Fiona's room and Beryl
asks what Craig wanted. Fiona tells her, "Just some advice.
He was talking about 'a friend', but I'm pretty sure he was talking
about himself. Probably girlfriend trouble!" Beryl remarks,
"If he does have a girlfriend, I feel very sorry
for her." Fiona sighs, "I don't know what you've got
against him. He's always polite and he's very eager to please."
Beryl retorts, "And he's always there; I keep tripping
over him. It's got to the stage where I'm too scared to leave
my room because I know he'll be hovering." Fiona laughs,
"He's just a lonely teenager. Probably what he needs is a
friend." Beryl mutters, "He can find them somewhere
else. I don't mean to sound hard, but he gives me the
creeps; he's too intense." Fiona grins, "You know all
teenagers are intense - it's part of their growing-up!"
Craig walks into the manager's room calling to Wayne that he
needs another roller. A chuckle suddenly emanates from the storeroom
and Wayne emerges from it, holding a portrait of a young-looking
Fiona with just a feather boa covering her modesty! It's the painting
May was trying to hide. Craig comments to Wayne that he's a lot
happier than he was five minutes ago and he asks what happened.
Wayne laughs, "I just found out why tenants I had too much
respect for like to keep the storeroom locked. You like it?"
Craig murmurs that it's OK, he guesses. Wayne laughs, "It's
priceless. Don't you know who this is?"
Craig murmurs, "No." Wayne grins, "It's our very
own Fiona Thompson - pride of the fleet!"
A few minutes later, Craig is holding the portrait and staring
at it as Wayne muses, "I could always sneak into her bedsit
and stick it up over her bed. I could put it in the hallway so
everyone who comes in can see it. What do you reckon?" Craig
just says, "I reckon this might be a Lindsay. It looks like
his signature. He was big on nudes and it's his style, too."
Wayne, suddenly looking thoughtful, murmurs, "You could be
right: that's Lindsay alright." Craig comments, "I wonder
what made Fiona pose for him?" Wayne, though, shrugs, "Who
cares? This is worth a fortune." Craig points out,
"It won't do you much good - it's not yours
to sell, is it?" Wayne, however, grabs the portrait back
from him and retorts, "Don't you believe it, brother: possession
is nine tenths of the law."
Sometime later, Wayne is hammering on the door to May's room.
There's no answer, though. The front door suddenly bangs shut
and May comes in. Wayne quickly tells her that he was just looking
for her. May retorts that if it's about the rent money, she still
doesn't have it." Wayne, however, just suggests that she
come into his office for a moment. They head in there and Wayne
offers her a sherry. May accepts, "Just a small one."
As he pours it, Wayne tells May, "I happened to be in the
storeroom earlier." May snaps, "That's private property.
You can't go in there." Wayne, though, retorts, "It
was private property. You can't pay for it anymore, remember?"
May growls, "You still shouldn't go in there without asking."
Wayne tells her, "Sorry - I needed it to store some paint
in." He then comments that she has some interesting bits
and pieces - not that he was snooping. He goes on, "I did
see a painting, however." May, looking slightly
nervous, queries, "Oh? What painting?" Wayne - who has
covered it up with a sheet again - unveils it to reveal Fiona
in her near-naked glory. May murmurs, "Oh, yes. It's very
pretty." Wayne tells her, "I was very taken by it. I
thought we could help each other out." May asks carefully,
"In what way?" Wayne tells her that he's in a position
to give her the storeroom rent-free - if she gives him the picture."
May murmurs hesitantly, "I don't know if I should. I've had
it a long time and it's of great sentimental value." Sitting
down next to her, Wayne says 'sincerely', "I can understand
that. I wanted to give it to my father - he's seriously ill in
hospital. I know he'd love it." May murmurs, "I really
shouldn't sell it..." Wayne goes on, "I can only offer
you $100 for it." May adds, "And the storeroom rent-free?"
Wayne assures her, "I never go back on my word." May
smiles and then says, "Since it's in such a good cause..."
Wayne grins at her, looking relieved.
Caroline joins David in a café at the shopping mall and
apologises for being late. David asks her what's in the bag she's
holding. She tells him, "A beautiful, sexy and very expensive
dress. Doug Fletcher walked past me this morning and didn't give
me a second glance." David points out, "He doesn't know
you." Caroline grins, "He's going to notice me this
afternoon!" David then asks her where she got the money.
Caroline explains that she persuaded the woman in the shop to
give it to her on approval; she said her boyfriend had to look
at it before she'd buy it. She then asks David if he'd order her
a cappuccino. David turns to a waiter hovering nearby and does
so. He then turns back to Caroline and asks what the pot of dye
she's holding is for. Caroline explains that she's got to dye
her shoes to match her dress. David grins and Caroline asks him
indignantly if he's laughing at her. David assures her, "No
- I'm just impressed by your research." Caroline muses, "Desperate
times need desperate measures. Once I've finished my coffee...
Doug Fletcher, watch out."
A while later, Caroline walks up the set of stairs down which
the secretary walked that morning. She's dressed in pink and she
heads through a glass door to where two men are talking: one is
the man she saw walk upstairs that morning and the other is the
coffee shop owner with whom she had the altercation. She looks
at the man she saw walk upstairs and says, "Excuse me, Mr.
Fletcher, I'm very glad to meet you - but please, whatever this
'person' is telling you," - she indicates the man from the
coffee shop - "don't believe him. He's entirely at fault.
He was very rude to me." The man from the coffee shop looks
at the other man and says to him, "It's OK, Fred. I'll
handle this. We'll get onto the Easter display in the morning,
OK?" Fred replies, "Right, Mr. Fletcher." He walks
off, leaving Caroline to stare at the man from the coffee shop
and ask suddenly nervously, "You're Mr. Fletcher?"
She then murmurs, "I'm sorry - I didn't realise who you were."
Fletcher comments, "Obviously." Caroline then
asks indignantly, "What were you trying to prove by pretending
to be a waiter?" Fletcher, though, retorts, "I didn't
get to where I am today by sitting in an office. If you want to
find out how a place is running, you get down and get your hands
dirty. See what works and what doesn't." Caroline mutters,
"You can't blame me for not knowing who you were." Fletcher
comments, "You would have treated me differently if you'd
known I was the boss?" Caroline retorts, "Of course
- I'd have known you had the right to tell me what time to go
to work." Fletcher remarks, "You would have been a lot
more charming too, I suppose?" Caroline asks him what he
means. Fletcher retorts, "I mean I can pick a gold-digger
a mile away. Now, if you don't mind, I've got work to do."
With that, he goes to storm off. Caroline snaps after him, "I
am not a gold-digger." Fletcher turns back to her
and asks, "Then why the change of clothes? You've even painted
your shoes. You don't go to that much trouble to make a complaint.
I didn't come down in the last shower, lady." Caroline growls,
"Neither did I - and I can spot a yobbo a mile away
and you're definitely in that club. I wouldn't have anything to
do with you if you were the last man on earth. You're rude, offensive
and scruffy." Fletcher raises his eyebrows and asks, "Anything
else?" Caroline retorts, "Yes. If you're thinking of
giving me the sack, forget it. I resign. I'm too good for this
rotten job and this rotten shopping complex. It's as unattractive
as its owner." With that, she storms off.
A while later, Caroline has changed back into her ordinary clothes.
She walks over to join David back at the table in the café
and finds Doug Fletcher sitting with him. She asks him curtly,
"What are you doing here?" Fletcher tells her,
"I was waiting for you." Caroline mutters,
"To apologise, I hope?" Fletcher, though, replies, "No,
as a matter of fact." He then asks, "The frock you borrowed:
in the bag, is it?" Caroline looks away sheepishly as Fletcher
adds, "There's not much goes on in my complex I don't know
about." Caroline asks David if they can go. David, though,
tells her that she thinks Doug's got something to say.
Caroline growls, "As far as I'm concerned, he's
said enough already." Fletcher, ignoring this, tells
her, "I think you're much too good for that bunny costume,
Caroline. I think you do, too. So I've come up with something
that might be more to both our liking." Caroline,
sitting down, smiles weakly, "Thanks for going to the trouble."
Fletcher assures her, "No trouble." He continues, "Just
that personal touch I was telling you about earlier. Interested?"
Caroline retorts, "I couldn't say 'til you told me more about
it." Fletcher says, "We can do that tomorrow. You just
front up at my office at 10:30am. I'll give you the details then."
Caroline mutters, "I'll think about it." Fletcher tells
her, "Do that," and he gets up and walks off. When he's
gone, David comments to Caroline, "I've heard you resigned."
Caroline mutters, "No secrets between you and Doug, are
there?" David muses, "Decent sort of bloke." Caroline
just tells him, "I'll kill if you say anything about my marriage
plans!" David grins, "Scout's honour." He then
adds, "You were right about one thing, though: I did
get to meet him within the week!"
Beryl is looking through some books on the shelves of the bookcase
in Fiona's room at the mansion and asks Fiona if she's got something
silly and romantic. Fiona laughs, "Stacks!" Beryl explains
that she wants something to take her mind off cockroaches and
peeling paint! The bookcase suddenly spins round and Beryl steps
out of the way, in surprise. May appears in the gap and Fiona
smiles at her, "Come on in!" She then asks her what
she wants. May explains, "I came to pay the $10 I owe."
She's holding a roll of notes in her hand and Fiona asks her suspiciously,
"Where did you get all that money?" May quickly hides
it behind her back and mutters, "Nowhere." Fiona, however,
repeats the question. May admits, "From Wayne." Fiona
comments, "But he usually takes money; he doesn't
give it. What did you do for it?" May stutters
hesitantly, "I didn't think you'd mind..." Fiona asks
sharply, "Mind what?" May tells her, "I
sold him a painting - the one of you with the feather boa."
Fiona gasps, "You've got to be joking." May insists,
"He didn't know it was you." Fiona, though,
sighs, "You want a bet? How much did he give you
for it?" May replies mutedly, "$100." Beryl laughs,
"I think he knew!" Fiona sighs, "I hate to think
what he's going to do with it." She then goes on, "May,
last week you were worried stiff that anybody would even see
the painting. Now you go and sell it to Wayne. Why?"
May cries, "I needed the money." She then asks, "Are
you very angry?" Fiona, though, assures her wearily, "No,
I'm not angry." May suggests that she's better go, and she
heads back through the bookcase. When she's gone, Fiona growls
to Beryl, "That stupid old--; I could strangle her.
Why didn't she have more sense? And what on earth is Wayne going
to do with it? Something nasty, you can bet your bottom
dollar." Beryl asks, "What harm can he do with a painting?"
Fiona, though, laughs bitterly, "You never know with Wayne
- he's got a twisted mind." She then declares, "I am
going to get that back." Beryl asks, "How? You can't
afford to buy it." Fiona shrugs, "I know - I'll have
to think of some other way. But you'd better believe
me: I can be just as twisted as Wayne when I put my mind to it."
A while later, Beryl and Fiona emerge from Fiona's room, Beryl
pushing Robert. As Fiona closes the door behind them, Beryl realises
that she's forgotten her handbag. Fiona, though, points out that
they won't be buying anything. They head down the hallway towards
the front door. Craig suddenly comes downstairs and watches them
leave. When they've gone, he breaks into Fiona's room and dashes
over to the table, where Beryl's handbag is lying. He opens it
and takes out her purse. He then starts writing down some details
from one of the items inside. The door to the room suddenly bursts
open, though, and Beryl appears. Looking astonished, she snaps,
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Craig replies
quickly, "I wasn't stealing anything; I just wanted
to know where you lived in Melbourne." Beryl gasps, "I
don't believe you. Ever since we met, you've been following
me around. Now, I don't know what it is that fascinates you about
me, but I'm sick to death of it - and you." Craig
insists, "I just want to get to know you." Beryl demands,
"Why?" Craig tells her, "Because... you're
my mother." Beryl stares at him, open-mouthed.