In the lounge room at Dural, Gordon says to Charlie and Irene
curtly, "Well? I'm waiting." Irene sighs and then tells
him, "Patricia was last seen in a region where there'd been
a political uprising. The authorities lost contact with her and
she hasn't been seen since." Looking taken aback, Gordon
asks if they've searched. Irene tells him, "There were guerillas
everywhere; it was too dangerous to go in." Gordon asks,
"So nothing's been done to find her?" Charlie chips
in hesitantly, "Fiona did go over there and..." She
breaks off and Irene completes, "Government officials told
her Patricia... might have been killed." A look of shock
crosses Gordon's face. He then murmurs, "Thankyou for telling
me." Irene asks if there's anything she and Charlie can do.
Gordon just says quietly, "No thankyou." He then asks
Charlie if Alison's home. Charlie nods that she is. Gordon says
he'd like to talk to her. Charlie stands up to go and call her.
Glen and Alison are locked in a passionate embrace in the lounge
room at Charlie's when the 'phone starts ringing. Alison breaks
away and goes to answer it. She listens and then tells Charlie
that she'll be right over. She hangs up. Glen asks her what's
up and she explains that she has to go over to the Hamiltons'
as Gordon seems very upset about something. Glen jokes, "Stood
up for an older man!" Alison smiles at him weakly and heads
A short time later, Alison is sitting with Gordon in the lounge
room at Dural as he says, "I should have been told earlier.
I could've coped." Alison insists, "They were only trying
to protect you." Gordon pauses and then says, "You
knew all along, didn't you?" Alison replies,
"I wasn't completely sure." Gordon, though, goes on,
"You tried to tell me once - at the hospital." Alison
replies, "Only because I thought it was unfair to keep it
from you. I thought better of it." Gordon then says, "Patricia
is dead, isn't she?" Alison hesitates before
nodding slowly, "Yes. Patricia is dead. But it's going to
be alright - I'm going to take care of you." Gordon
sits there, looking downcast.
Glen and Charlie are playing cards in the lounge room at Charlie's.
Charlie sighs that she wonders how Gordon is; she wishes Alison
would ring or something. At that moment, the front door bangs
and Alison comes in. Charlie asks if Gordon's alright. Alison
replies that she thinks so: Wayne came home and they managed to
get Gordon into bed; she would have stayed the night but Wayne
didn't want her around. Charlie checks, "He knows what we've
told Gordon?" Alison nods, "Yes." She then looks
at Glen and tells him that he should have gone home hours ago.
Charlie smiles, "He's been wonderful. I've been so worried;
he said he'd keep me company until you came back." Alison
grins at Glen, "That was very kind of you...!"
Glen assures her, "No trouble at all!" He then announces
that he'd better hit the road, and he heads to the front door.
Alison goes and sits down and Charlie smiles, "Wasn't it
nice of him to keep me company? He's so sweet." She then
notices the glum look on Alison's face and asks what the matter
is. Alison tells her, "Gordon wanted to be absolutely sure
Patricia was dead. I had to say she was. I didn't realise
how much he loved me." Charlie assures her, "I
do admire you. In your own selfish way, you're looking after Gordon."
Alison just muses, "Don't worry: when he gets better, I've
promised myself a real treat."
The next morning, Glen is standing in Charlie's lounge room with
Alison and he kisses her on the neck. Alison, though, quickly
tells him, "Don't! Charlie will be here in a minute."
Glen asks in surprise, "So?" Alison explains, "I'd
rather we didn't become public knowledge for a while. I'm playing
mum to Gordon at the moment; I could do without the complications."
Glen tells her, "It won't be easy!" Charlie joins them
at that moment and tells Alison that she's picked some flowers
for Gordon. She asks if she should take them over to him. Alison,
though, suggests, "It might be an idea to wait until I see
how he is." Charlie accepts this. She then sighs that she
wishes they could think of a hobby to keep Gordon's mind off his
problems. Glen asks what he did before. Charlie tells him, "Golf,
mainly. It's out of the question now." She adds, "Of
course, he might take an interest in art now Wayne's bought the
Norman Lindsay." Alison asks in surprise, "The Norman
Lindsay what?" Charlie smiles, "Painting, darling."
Alison gasps, "Wayne couldn't afford a postcard
at the moment!" Charlie, however, insists, "We saw it
there the other day. We heard he got it for a song from one of
the old ladies at the mansion." Alison mutters in disbelief,
"Come on..." Glen chips in, "It wouldn't surprise
me. I was only there for a day and I saw a lot
of things that could have been antique when the dust was swept
off." Charlie tells Alison, "I'm sure the painting's
genuine." Alison asks her tersely, "Since when have
you been an authority on art?" Charlie retorts,
"Tom Chaplin took me to lots of exhibitions." Alison
mutters, "That makes you an expert, does it?" Charlie
glares at her and growls, "I know a Norman Lindsay when I
see one." Alison murmurs, "All I can say is it's typical
of Wayne to take advantage of someone who obviously didn't know
what the painting was worth." Charlie tells her, "I'm
not quite sure he knows what it's worth. It would be
pride of place in most homes, but he just left
it lying around."
Susan is preparing breakfast in the kitchen at the country house,
singing to herself cheerfully as she does so. David suddenly appears
in the door to the hallway and tells her, "It's good to see
you smile again!" Susan beams, "I'm going out with Ted!"
David muses, "I thought it might have been something
like that!" Susan goes on, "He's got a place in the
mountains. We're going away for the weekend." Suddenly looking
worried, David asks, "By yourselves?" Susan
nods, "Yes." David asks her if she thinks that's a good
idea. Susan insists, "He's a nice guy." David comments,
"You've only been out with him a couple of times. Bit early
to be spending weekends away together, isn't it?" Susan asks
in annoyance, "Is there a specific number of times--"
David interrupts her, though, and retorts, "No, but you want
to be careful. You don't want him thinking you're cheap."
Susan glares at him and snaps furiously, "I beg your pardon.
Look who's talking. You were having it off with someone
while you were still married to mum." David protests,
"That was different." Susan growls, "I see. It's
alright for a married man to have an affair but it's wrong for
a woman. Typical." With that, she snaps, "I'm going
home," and she storms off to pack.
Craig is still lying asleep on the couch at Beryl's. The front
door suddenly bangs and Susan marches in. Seeing Craig lying there,
she cries, "Oh my God. Who are you? What do you want?"
Craig comes-to and murmurs, "It's OK: I know Mrs. Palmer."
Susan bends down next to him and asks him what he's doing there.
Craig murmurs, "I came to see Mrs. Palmer..." With that,
he lapses back into unconsciousness.
A short time later, Susan is wiping Craig's forehead with some
cotton wool. He comes-to again and she tells him gently that it's
OK. Craig asks distantly, "You're Susan?" Susan nods,
"Yes." Craig says to her, "Your mother told me
about you. I met her in Sydney." Susan asks, "Who are
you?" Craig replies, "Craig Maxwell."
Susan then asks him, "Why did you end up here?" Craig,
though, just murmurs, "Thanks for helping me." Susan
smiles, "I get a lot of practice: I'm a nurse!" She
then asks him if his parents know where he is."
Craig, though, tells her, "I don't live at home." He
then asks, "Where's Mrs. Palmer?" Susan explains, "She
stopped off with a couple of friends on the way down. She'll be
here in a couple of days - but I suppose it's OK if you stay here
until then." Craig murmurs, "That'll be good. Thanks."
David is preparing a flask of coffee for himself in the kitchen
at his country house. He then goes over to the 'phone and starts
dialling a number. He appears to have second thoughts, though,
and he hangs up again. He goes and picks up his flask and lunchbox
and heads out.
Susan is talking on the 'phone at Beryl's, saying, "OK,
thanks." She then hangs up and tells Craig - who's sitting
in the kitchen, eating - "Caroline says she's going to fix
up an interview for you with the personnel department at the shopping
mall." Craig exclaims, "Great! When I get a job, I'll
be able to rent a flat... buy another bike..." Susan asks
him, "How do your parents feel about all this self-sufficiency?"
Craig just shrugs. Susan persists, "You said you didn't live
at home." Craig retorts, "I just had to leave, OK?"
He then goes on, "It's funny how some things happen: it's
only because I lost my stuff that I came straight here; I was
going to find a place and a job first." Susan suggests,
"Maybe it's better that you didn't." There's suddenly
a knock on the front door and Susan goes to answer it. She finds
David standing there and he says a guilty, "G'day."
Susan just stands there and so David asks if he can come in. Susan
lets him past. They head into the lounge room. Craig stands up
and Susan introduces him and David to each other. She explains
to her father, "Craig met mum in Sydney: he's come down for
a visit." David then asks Susan if he can have a talk to
her for a minute. The two of them head into the kitchen, where
David tells his daughter, "I didn't mean to come down heavy
this morning." Susan sighs, "It's about time you realised
I'm not a little girl anymore." Craig, sitting at the living
room table, listens as David tells Susan, "I guess all dads
feel that way about their daughters." Susan retorts, "Well
I think you went a bit far." David acknowledges, "You're
right: I did." He adds, "I'm not trying to run your
life; I just feel a bit responsible for you, that's all."
Susan smiles weakly, "It's nice to know that you care."
They then hug tightly and Susan sighs, "I'm glad we've sorted
that out." At the living room table, Craig smiles to himself.
David tells Susan, "Have a good weekend - you deserve
a bit of fun after what you've been through."
Irene is standing with Fiona in Fiona's room at the mansion.
Fiona is opening some mail and she finds a letter inside. She
reads it and then exclaims, "Land tax... property tax...
bank rates... solicitors' fees... agent's commission and mortgage
payouts. And we're left with two hundred dollars?" Irene
adds, "And thirty-four cents!" Fiona laughs bitterly
and comments, "And we thought the boarding house was a good
investment!" Irene insists, "It's serious."
Fiona, though, tells her, "You've got to laugh!" Irene
then throws her arms around Fiona and cries, "Oh God, I'm
going to miss you." Fiona assures her, "I'm going to
miss you, too." Irene then asks Fiona more seriously, "What
are you going to do?" Fiona tells her, "The same as
I've always done: start over again." Irene asks
her if she'll be alright. Fiona replies, "Don't worry about
me: I've got my job... a roof over my head... my health
- thanks to you...; what else could I want?" She then asks
Irene if she hasn't got time to stay for a cup of coffee. Irene,
though, tells her, "No thanks, love - I've got to go. A few
things I want to discuss about the new practice." Fiona smiles,
"You know, I never thought I'd ever see you burying yourself
in the outer suburbs." Irene grins, "They made me an
offer I couldn't refuse!" Fiona smiles, "I'll see you
out." They head out to the hallway, where Wayne is just coming
in through the front door. Fiona smiles, "There
you are!" Wayne immediately asks suspiciously, "What's
wrong now?" Fiona, though, assures him, "Nothing
at all - I just want to congratulate you on what you did with
the damp patch in my room." Wayne smiles, "All part
of the service!" He heads off to the manager's office. When
he's gone, Irene muses to Fiona, "I'm amazed: you and Wayne
- no arguing." Fiona tells her, "Well... I've changed
my mind about him, lately. I know he'll never be canonised, but
he does have his moments. I'm trying to turn them into hours!"
Irene points out, "He has been very good to Gordon."
Fiona nods, "Exactly - and that goes for a lot, in my book."
She then tells Irene more seriously, "Very good luck with
your practice." Irene smiles, "Thanks," and the
two women hug. Irene adds, "Keep in touch, eh?" Fiona
assures her, "I will." With that, Irene heads off.
Wayne is fixing a wooden chair in the manager's office when there's
a knock on the door and Fiona walks in. She hands him a cheque
for her rent which he just grabs and stuffs in a pocket of his
overalls. Fiona comments, "I bet you'll be glad when the
new manager starts?" Wayne just mutters, "Got to find
one, first." Fiona goes on, "May tells me you're letting
her use the storeroom rent-free as part-payment on the painting
she sold you." Wayne nods, "That's right." Fiona
laughs, "Really, Wayne, I don't know why you're wasting your
money on that old bit of rubbish!" Wayne, though, laughs
as well and points out, "Ah, now, Fiona - really!
You know why I bought that painting: it's an original
Norman Lindsay!" Fiona asks in surprise, "You think
that's a Norman Lindsay?" Wayne tells her, "I'm
having it valued this afternoon: it should be worth a small fortune."
Fiona retorts, "'Small' is indeed the operative word. I'm
sorry to have to tell you, Wayne, but what you've got is a genuine
Lex Lindsay." Wayne stares at her and demands, "Who?"
Fiona explains, "The guy who painted me back in the forties
was Lex Lindsay, not Norman." Wayne asks dubiously,
"Brother?" Fiona replies, "Uh uh." Wayne tries,
"Cousin?" Fiona shakes her head. Wayne persists, "Nephew?"
Fiona tells him, "Sorry: no relation whatsoever. He was an
alcoholic minor artist who used the Lindsay name hoping he could
make himself a few bob - and I'm afraid that's all that
painting is worth." Wayne insists, "You're having me
on." Fiona points out, "I ought to know. I am
the girl he painted, aren't I?"
Sometime later, Wayne is standing in the lounge room at Charlie's.
Charlie joins him and tells him that Alison will be down in a
moment. Wayne mutters, "You think having called me over to
sign things, she'd at least have them ready when I got
here." Charlie, ignoring this, says excitedly, "Do you
know the painting you bought Gordon is a genuine Lindsay?"
Wayne mutters, "There are a lot of Lindsays in the
world." Charlie suggests, "You really should have it
valued." Wayne growls, "I am." At that
moment, Alison comes in and Charlie leaves them to it. Alison
hands Wayne some papers, explaining that they're contract agreements.
Wayne grabs them from her, along with a pen, and signs the sheets
of paper. He then hands everything back to her. Alison asks him
in surprise what the rush is. Wayne tells her, "I have to
drive up to the chemist and get a prescription filled for dad.
Then I have to take a painting into some restorers in town."
Alison smiles, "Is this the famous Lindsay everyone's been
talking about?" Wayne growls, "It's no more a Lindsay
than I am. It's just a piece of junk. Still, it looks
OK - I might as well get it cleaned up and give it to dad as a
present." Alison muses, "Yes... it's the thought that
counts, isn't it?" Wayne just nods, "Yes. See you."
With that, he heads out. As soon as he's gone, Alison quickly
dashes over to the 'phone and dials a number. When it's answered,
she says, "Hello, Fred. It's Alison Carr. Are you doing anything
at the moment?" She listens and then says, "Good. I
want you to buy a painting for me - before the owner finds out
what it's really worth..."
A while later, Wayne is driving along the driveway towards Dural.
As he heads towards the house, he catches a glimpse of Alison
standing with a man at the junction of the road that leads to
Charlie's. The man is Fred, who says to Alison, "He doesn't
know it's a Lindsay?" Alison replies, "No. When he knows
you want to buy it, he'll probably try and put the price up to
make a quick buck, so remember to do the deal before he has time
to think." Fred replies, "Alright - I'd better go and
do it." Alison adds, "Remember: the less I have to pay,
the more I'll make when I sell it. OK?" Fred nods, "OK,"
and he walks off.
Wayne has the painting of Fiona lying on the bar at Dural. He's
wrapped it in brown paper, which he's taping together. There's
suddenly a knock on the door and he goes and opens it. He finds
a man standing there, who says, "Mr. Hamilton?" Wayne
nods that he is. The man goes on, "I'm Fred Sykes: I left
a message for you to call me this morning." Wayne, looking
surprised, tells him, "I'm sorry - I didn't get it."
Fred continues, "Not to worry. I heard you recently acquired
an inner-city property." A suspicious smile appearing suddenly
on his face, Wayne asks, "And who would have told you that?"
Fred replies, "Oh... a client - I'm a second-hand broker.
My client wondered if you had anything you wanted to get rid of."
Wayne asks him what sort of things he had in mind. Fred tells
him, "I'm interested in furniture, mainly, but if you've
got any bric-a-brac, vases, statuettes, paintings... that sort
of thing." Wayne, looking thoughtful, muses, "I think
there's some vases down there." Fred asks quickly,
"Not paintings?" Wayne retorts, "Only one - it's
inside." Fred asks if he could have a look. Wayne nods, "If
you like," and he lets Fred in. They head into the lounge
room and Wayne pulls the painting out of its brown paper wrapping.
He shows it to Fred who says immediately, "How much do you
want for it?" Wayne asks incredulously, "Are you serious?"
Fred nods, "Very. How about $500? Cash. On the spot."
Wayne asks him suspiciously, "Who's your client?" Fred
replies that that's confidential, he's afraid. Wayne asks, "Is
it a lady?" Fred tells him, "Yes. Yes, it is
a lady." He then repeats, "So: $500?" Wayne points
out, "I haven't said it's for sale yet. It's a present for
my father - he goes in for this sort of thing." Fred quickly
offers, "A thousand... two thousand...?" Wayne
looks at the painting and asks Fred in surprise, "Do you
really think it's worth that much?" Fred tells him,
"No, not personally. I mean, as a work of art, in itself
of course not - but my client did describe this painting to me:
she particularly wanted it; sentimental reasons, I suppose."
He goes on, "What say I write out a cheque for two thousand?
I'm sure you could buy your father a comparable work for that."
Wayne muses, "He really did like this one. I'd really rather
not sell - honestly." Fred tells him quickly, "$5000,
take it or leave it. I can't go any higher." Wayne smiles,
"Can you make the cheque payable to cash?" Fred nods,
"Certainly, Mr. Hamilton." Wayne hands the painting
over, a broad grin on his face.
A short time later, Fred is next door, and as Alison admires
the painting, she muses, "Beautiful." Fred tells her,
"You were right: he did push the price up."
Alison comments, "$5000... I expect I'll get several times
that when I sell." Fred asks her if she isn't going to get
it valued first. Alison nods, "As soon as I can."
Fiona is sitting with May in her room at the mansion. As she
pours some tea, she asks May, "Wouldn't you like to see the
mansion as it was in our day, May?" May replies,
"Yes, but think of the money it'll take - and the rent would
go up." There's suddenly a knock on the door and Fiona calls,
"Come in." Wayne walks in, dressed in a smart suit,
and he smiles, "Come on, ladies: get your glad rags on -
we're going out to dinner tonight. And grab Janice - she's coming
too." Fiona asks in surprise, "What?" Wayne explains,
"I've just made a packet and I want to celebrate!" Fiona
smiles, "Oh well... if you're paying..." Wayne, though,
grins, "Oh no. Tonight's on Alison Carr!"