Beryl asks in shock, "What?" Craig insists, "I
can prove it. You left me when I was two." Beryl protests,
"I never left anyone when they were two. I haven't
got the faintest idea what you're talking about." Fiona suddenly
walks in, pushing Robert, and asks Craig in surprise what he's
doing there. Beryl snaps, "He's got some stupid idea I'm
his mother." Craig insists, "It's true."
Fiona points out, "You told Janice your mother was dead.
Maisie; that was her name, wasn't it?" Craig explains, "Maisie
was my foster mother. Beryl's my real mother."
Turning back to Beryl, he adds, "It's OK, though: you passed
the test." Beryl demands, "What test?"
Craig replies, "When I took Robert: I wasn't going to hurt
him; I just wanted to see if you cared about him, that's all."
Beryl snaps, "Of course I cared." Craig continues,
"I deliberately kept him out late and you got really worried.
A mother like that wouldn't leave a kid for no good reason, so
I'm not angry at you for fostering me." Beryl, looking perplexed,
snaps, "Don't be stupid, Craig. Taking Robert was one thing,
but to suggest I'm your mother is just plain ridiculous. You are
not my son; I have never seen you before in my life.
I don't know what put that idea into your head, but you couldn't
be more wrong. I am not your mother." Craig suddenly
reaches into the pocket of his jeans and takes out a photo, telling
Beryl, "That's how you looked about a year ago. You try and
tell me that's not you." Beryl stares at the photo: it's
of a woman almost identical to herself, only a bit more tarty-looking.
Beryl and Fiona glance at each other in shock.
Charlie is sitting out by her pool when the back gate opens and
an attractive young man walks through. Charlie stares at him as
he approaches her. He joins her and smiles, "Good morning."
Charlie smiles, "It certainly is!" The man
holds out his hand and says, "Glen Young." Charlie stands
up and beams, "Charlie Bartlett. What can I do for you?"
Glen asks her if she has anything a handyman might be able to
help with. Charlie flirts, "One or two things spring to mind...!"
She then tells him, "Why don't you toddle off and come back
in half an hour? By then, I'm sure I'll have thought of something
you can put your hands to..." With that, Glen walks off again.
Charlie immediately picks up her 'phone - which is sitting on
a table next to her chair - dials a number and, when it's answered,
says, "Barbara, it's Charlie. I've had an idea: what do you
say if we turned Gordon's study into a bedroom? Save him walking
up and down those dreadful stairs?" She listens and then
says, "It's no problem really... No, I won't be needing any
help, either. I've got all the help I need..."
Beryl and Fiona are still staring at the photo in Fiona's room
at the mansion. Beryl tells Craig that she doesn't know where
he got it, but it definitely isn't her. Fiona suggests to Craig
that he wait outside, and he heads off. When he's gone, Beryl
says to Fiona incredulously, "You don't think he's telling
the truth?" Fiona replies, "Of course not,
but there has to be some explanation. Where did he get the photo
from in the first place?" Beryl murmurs, "You tell me."
Fiona suggests, "Give me half a chance and I'll see if I
can find out." With that, she heads out to the hallway.
A few moments later, Craig is saying to Fiona, "When Maisie
died, I went to live with her sister, Jean. Trouble was, she didn't
want me. It wasn't until then that I found out that I'd been fostered.
Bit of a shock, believe me - and when I went through all mum's
bits and pieces, I found the photo. I showed it to sis and she
said 'Yeah, that's your real mum'. Apparently, Beryl was one of
mum's neighbours and when she had me, I don't know why but she
couldn't look after me, and Maisie said she would."
Fiona comments, "Which didn't altogether please sister Jean?"
Craig replies, "No, not a lot. She told me that Maisie kept
in touch with my real mum and about a year ago, she asked for
a photo. She was going to tell me the whole story but she didn't
get around to it." Fiona murmurs, "You've had a really
rough trot." Craig shrugs, "Others have it worse."
He goes on, "I was happy as a kid; there's no reason why
I shouldn't have been. I just wish that Beryl would admit
she's my real mum. Why won't she?"
Charlie is trying to pump up one of the tyres on her bike when
Glen returns and smiles, "You trying to pull it off or push
it on?!" Charlie quickly tells him, "I'm having a bit
of trouble with the chain, actually. Well - not exactly; not yet,
anyway - but I could have, and when I do - if I do -
you'll be able to fix it for me, won't you?!" Glen nods,
"If I'm still around." Charlie smiles, "You will
be, darling - especially if I have anything to do with
it... I mean, if I can find enough work for you in the meantime!
- and I have: my neighbour wants a little gardening done, and
some heavy lifting, so I thought I'd use your services."
Glen smiles, "Thankyou very much." Charlie assures him,
"My pleasure, darling...!"
That night, Beryl is packing some things into a bag in Fiona's
room at the mansion, saying to Fiona as she does so, "I feel
sorry for Craig - it must be awful for him - but he's got to realise
it's just a simple case of mistaken identity." Fiona suggests
that they take it slowly for the time being. Beryl sighs, "If
you say so." There's suddenly a knock on the door and Fiona
opens it to find Janice standing there. Beryl heads out and Fiona
lets Janice in and closes the door again. Janice asks her aunt,
"Would it be terribly inconvenient if I used your bedsit
to get changed tomorrow night - and stayed the night as well?"
Fiona smiles that she can't see any problem with that. Janice
goes on, "I'm being taken to dinner by a young gentleman.
I'm going to buy a new dress and shoes tomorrow." Fiona beams,
"Won't we look smart?" She then comments that
this escort of Janice's must be someone very special to go to
all that trouble. Janice, though, tells her, "Not really."
Fiona smiles, "Come on: the new dress, new shoes, the hair...
anyone would think you'd never been out with a man before."
Janice tells her, "I haven't." Fiona stares
at her in shock.
The next morning, Susan is walking along a street in Melbourne,
aimlessly. A car suddenly pulls up next to her and Ted Dawson
calls out from inside, "Just been round to your place. No
one home." He stops the car and climbs out, calling over
as he does so, "All the flowers and chocolates I've sent,
and not a word." Susan retorts bluntly, "Didn't you
get the message?" Dawson smiles, "Maybe my
receptionist didn't pass it on?" Susan turns to glare at
him and snaps, "OK: you need it spelt out for you. Will you
please take the hint and leave me alone? Thankyou." With
that, she walks off.
Sometime later, Susan rocks up outside the back door at the country
house. Tim is just emerging from the house and he asks her how
she is. She laughs that she's fine. She then asks if her dad's
at home. Tim, though, explains that he's in Sydney, filling in
for a truckie mate. Susan tells him, "This is obviously your
lucky day: I can stick around and cook you lunch and dinner."
Tim, though, says he'll have to give dinner a miss as he's going
out tonight." Susan suggests, "Lunch then?" Tim
nods, "Alright." He then adds that Caroline is inside,
having a late breakfast. He heads off and Susan walks inside.
She stares at the woman sitting at the table and asks, "Caroline?"
Caroline smiles, "And you're Susan." Susan tells her,
"I keep hearing a lot about you." She continues staring
and then comments awkwardly, "Tim's always said that you're
an old friend of dad's; I just expected someone..."
Caroline offers, "A bit longer in the tooth?" Susan
laughs, "Sorry!" Caroline laughs as well and offers
Susan some tea. She then asks her if she's come to spend the day
on the farm. Susan, though, sitting down, explains that, actually,
it's a chance to get out of the house. Caroline asks, "Tired
of living on your own?" Susan replies, "No, I'm used
to that. It's just that a certain party knows where I live, that's
all." Caroline asks, "Man trouble?" Susan nods,
"Yeah." Caroline murmurs, "Join the club."
Later that morning, Caroline is walking with Doug Fletcher through
the shopping mall. As they do so, he comments, "You're the
sort of person who likes to stand up for herself, aren't you?"
Caroline nods, "If I think I'm right, I do." Doug goes
on, "I'm looking for a troubleshooter: somebody who can move
around the mall and sort out any little problems that might arise.
You interested?" Caroline muses, "I could be."
She then asks, "What salary did you have in mind?" Doug
tells her, "Fifty dollars a week more than you get as the
Easter Bunny." Caroline retorts, "A hundred." Doug
counters, "Seventy-five." Caroline smiles, "Done!"
Doug then says warily, "I hope I've made the right decision..."
Caroline tells him, "If all you want is a troubleshooter,
Charlie and Glen are walking up the driveway towards Dural, Charlie
saying as they do so, "You'll like Barbara - she's
a lovely lady. She usually does the garden herself, but unfortunately
she was involved in the most awful accident a couple of weeks
ago." Glen asks if she can get around. Charlie nods, "That's
alright - but her face: it's heavily bandaged." Samantha
suddenly emerges from the house and, seeing Charlie and Glen approaching,
smiles, "Hi!" Charlie asks, "Just leaving, are
you?" Samantha, glancing at Glen, replies, "I was
- but I'm not in a hurry..." Charlie tells her, "I'm
afraid we are: we're turning Gordon's study into a bedroom."
Samantha comments, "Aunty Barb should have told
me: I'll give you a hand." Charlie, though, says quickly,
"Darling, there's no need to: Glen and I can manage. Besides,
I'd hate to hold you up..." Samantha, smiling at
Glen, points out, "I already told you: I'm not in a hurry.
And it wouldn't be any trouble. Besides, many hands make light
work!" With that, she heads back up towards the house, leaving
Charlie looking annoyed.
A while later, Charlie comes downstairs, holding a pillow. Glen
and Samantha are standing by the doorway to the study and Glen
is saying, "You don't mind people calling you 'Sam'?"
Samantha tells him, "I don't like it from everyone
but you can." Charlie joins then and asks curtly,
"Everything set up?" Samantha smiles, "Yes, all
done." Charlie retorts, "Then I think Glen and I can
manage from now on." Glen takes the pillow and says he'll
make up the bed. He heads back into the study, closing the door
behind him. He leaves Charlie standing with Samantha and Samantha
smiles at Charlie, "Where did you find him?!"
Charlie growls, "You might say he just wandered into my life."
She heads across to the lounge room. Samantha follows her and
comments, "He's got a beautiful smile." Charlie, though,
just changes the subject and asks sharply, "Have you heard
from Caroline?" Samantha retorts, "No - and I don't
particularly want to, either." Charlie sighs, "Don't
be too hard on her." Samantha snaps, "After all her
lies about the accident? Why not?" Charlie shrugs
cautiously, "She is your mother."
Samantha mutters in surprise, "I don't understand you.
She blamed Alison for the smash and she's supposed to
be your best friend. I'm surprised you're even the slightest
bit worried about mum." Charlie insists, "You
know me, darling: never one to hold grudges. I just hope Caroline's
not having too hard a time of it - wherever she is..."
Caroline is standing in the shopping mall, grinning as she watches
another unfortunate woman dressed as the Easter Bunny, promoting
'Michael's Chocolate Box'. Doug wanders up to her and comments,
"Wishing you had your old job back?" Caroline smiles,
"Hardly!" Doug then tells her, "Don't forget you're
working back tonight." Caroline, looking annoyed, mutters,
"I had a feeling you were about to say that. I can't
remember it being in our contract." Doug tells her, "It
won't be just the two of us; it's a regular meeting I hold once
a month. It gives people a chance to talk about any problems they
might have." Caroline retorts, "I had plans to have
dinner at home." Doug just suggests, "You'll
have to change them, won't you?" He walks off, leaving
Caroline looking annoyed.
Susan is polishing the silver in the kitchen at the country house
when Ted Dawson appears in the open doorway and comments, "Bit
late for spring cleaning, isn't it?" He walks in. Susan growls,
"I thought I told you to leave me alone?" Ted closes
the door and asks, "When are you going to stop running?"
Susan snaps, "I'm not running." Ted, though,
insists, "Of course you are - and you're scared what will
happen when you stand still. Why don't you admit it: you're attracted
to me?" He goes on, "I'm certainly attracted
to you - I can't stop thinking about you. And
the sensible thing to do would be to stand still for a while,"
- he puts a hand on Susan's arm to stop her polishing - "and
get to know each other." Susan turns to face him and mutters,
"You've got it all worked out, haven't you?"
Ted just asks, "When are we going to have dinner again?"
Susan hesitates. A smile then crosses her face and she suggests,
"How about tonight? Here. There'll be three of us: Tim can't
make it, but there's a friend of dad's: Caroline." Ted comments,
"Safety in numbers, eh?" Susan tells him, "That's
the deal: take it or leave it." Ted smiles, "One step
at a time is fine by me." Susan grins, "Great
- then there'll be just the three of us..."
Glen is standing in the lounge room with Samantha and Charlie
- who's plumping-up the cushions - and he suggests to Samantha
that they put a portable telly in the study. Samantha smiles that
that's a good idea, and she suggests they go and look for one.
Charlie points out curtly that Gordon may not want a
television. Samantha retorts, "He doesn't have to
watch it." Charlie walks over to where there's a
sheet covering what looks like a picture frame and pulls it off.
She stares at the painting of Fiona, underneath, and gawps at
it in surprise. Samantha remarks, "It's a touch risqué!"
Glen asks what it was doing behind the couch. Charlie points out
that it looks like someone was trying to hide it. Samantha
asks if it's by anyone famous. Charlie reads from the painting,
"Lindsay someone." She quickly adds, "Of course,
I know all about art: a friend of mine was an expert."
She stands there, looking thoughtful, and then declares, "Norman
Lindsay." Samantha asks her in surprise if she's sure. Glen
chips in that it looks like an original, adding that it must have
cost a few bob. Charlie stares at the portrait and comments, "There's
something terribly familiar about it." Glen asks,
"What?" Charlie muses, "I don't know..." She
continues to stare at it and then exclaims happily, "I
know: the feather boa. I used to have one just like it. Fancy
Craig emerges from a newsagent's in Sydney, looking at a card
in his hand. Fiona is just coming along the street and she asks
him why he isn't in school. He explains that he couldn't really
concentrate at the moment. He then shows Fiona the card and asks
if she thinks Beryl will like it. He adds that it's just to say
he wants to be friends. Fiona, looking wary, comments, "You're
really convinced that Beryl is your mother, aren't you?"
Craig insists, "She is."
A while later, Fiona is back at the mansion. Beryl is sitting
at the table in her room, pointing out, "I wanted to tell
him last night, but you said leave it for the time being."
Fiona sighs, "I know - and I was wrong. As far as Craig is
concerned, you are his mother; that's all there is to
it. Somehow you have just got to try and get through to him."
Beryl asks tersely, "What can I say that I haven't already
said?" Fiona, though, shrugs, "I don't know - but you've
just got to try. He's in Wayne's office at the moment; why don't
you go in there and talk to him?" Beryl pauses and then asks,
"May I borrow some of your old photographs?"
A short time later, a number of photos are spread out on the
table in the manager's office. Beryl stubs a finger on one and
says, "That is David." She points to another one and
says, "John and Angela: they're twins." Moving on, she
tells Craig, "Kevin and Lynn - they're living in London now
- and that's their first, Davey. And of course, you know our youngest,
Robert." Craig protests, "That still doesn't prove that--"
Beryl, though, interrupts and snaps, "Yes it does."
She then goes on more calmly, "When you were born, I was
living in Melbourne and married to David. The twins were already
seven years old. Susan had just started school and Kevin was learning
to walk. Even if I'd wanted another baby, I didn't have
time. I do understand how you must feel, not knowing
who your mother was...; thinking you'd found her... It must be
an awful let-down. But you're right about one thing:
she must have been a good person - she just didn't leave you with
anyone, she left you with someone who cared.
But I can't take credit for that, because I am not your mother.
Now, I think it's best if you don't try and keep in touch - but
I do wish you well and hope there's no hard feelings." Craig
listens but then just says, "If you're worried I'll tell
your husband, don't be." Beryl glares at him and
snaps, "There's no getting through to you, is
there? Well, I have done my best. I'm going back to Melbourne."
With that, she gathers up the photos, mutters, "Goodbye,
Craig," and walks out. When she's gone, Charlie picks up
a telephone directory and takes the piece of paper with Beryl's
address out of his pocket.
Sometime later, Beryl is packing her things in Fiona's room as
Fiona asks her what time the train leaves. Beryl replies, "Eight."
Fiona smiles that she'll be home in twelve hours. Beryl, though,
tells her, "Not quite: I'm going to stop off at Wagga and
visit some friends." She then goes on, "I know I was
sharp with Craig, but he just wouldn't listen." Fiona tells
her, "Don't worry about it - I'll keep an eye on
Craig is bending down on the footpath outside the newsagent's
where he works. He's showing his bike to a young teenage boy,
who exclaims, "$80? You've got to be kidding." Craig
tells him that he'd better make his mind up: three other kids
on the rounds are interested. The boy hesitates before saying,
"OK - but I'll have to get money out of the bank." He
then asks Craig why he's selling. Craig just replies, "I'm
leaving town." He then suggests to the boy that he get to
the bank before they close. The boy walks off. Janice suddenly
comes along and Craig asks her if she's finished teaching for
the day. Janice smiles that she's on her way to her Aunty Fiona's.
Craig asks her if she'll be seeing Wayne. Janice nods, "Yes
- actually, I'm going out to dinner with him." Craig asks,
"Could you tell him that I'm moving out?" Janice asks
in surprise, "When?" Craig tells her, "Today.
Sort of... moving on." He takes out some cash and hands it
over, explaining that it's the rent he owes. Janice remarks, "It's
very sudden." Craig just muses, "I know. Still..."
Sometime later, Craig is standing at the side of a road, trying
to hitch a lift. A blue car eventually pulls up and Craig goes
and opens the passenger-side door. The driver asks, "How
far you going?" Craig tells him, "Melbourne." The
driver replies, "Jump in - I'll take you out to the highway."
In Fiona's room at the mansion, Janice removes a dress from a
bag and, holding it up in front of herself, asks Fiona, "What
do you think?" Fiona, looking taken aback, replies, "Er...
well... er... I would've thought you'd have bought something a
little more modern." Janice protests, "This dress is
very sensible - and it's not going to go out of fashion overnight."
Fiona sighs, "I hate to be rude, but it's not even in
fashion now. This is your first real date; you should
look elegant and pretty." Janice snaps, "I refuse to
go out looking cheap. Anyway, I'm sure Wayne will like
it." Suddenly looking shocked, Fiona demands, "Wayne
who?" Janice tells her, "Hamilton. Who do you
think?" Fiona, though, growls, "You're not
going anywhere with that two-faced opportunist."
Janice insists, "He's a gentleman." Fiona, however,
snaps, "He is not - he never has and he never will
be." Janice protests, "Aunt Fiona." Fiona, though,
just yells, "Forget it, Janice - you are not going anywhere
with Wayne Hamilton and that's all there is to it."