Craig joins Beryl just outside the kitchen door at the country
house and asks where Debbie is. Beryl retorts that she has no
idea: she wandered off somewhere; she's worried about the nonsense
between him and Andy. Craig mutters, "She shouldn't have
just left you to it." Beryl tells him, "I agree. Still,
I don't think you're in a position to talk about responsible
behaviour. When is this nonsense between you and Andy going to
end?" Craig, though, replies, "It's OK - we've sorted
things out." He then asks if Debbie said where she was going.
Beryl tells him, "She mumbled something about ducks and then
eating the biggest banana split in the world and then she was
gone." Craig smiles, "She's crazy, eh?!" He then
muses, "Ducks... did she say old ducks?" Beryl
replies, "She could've." Craig murmurs, "Yeah,
I reckon that's it." He walks off.
At the Cherry Wood Retirement Home, there's an elderly man doing
some exercises in the back garden. Craig walks over to him and
reminds him that he brought the music round the other day. The
man smiles, "So you did!" Craig then asks, "Do
you remember the girl who came with me?" The man
grins, "Do I?! We don't get as many as pretty as
that around here!" Craig asks if she's there. The
man, though, asks, "Do you think I'd be out here doing this
if she was?!" Craig thanks him and goes to walk
off. The man, however, calls over to him, "I nearly forgot:
we all got round the piano last night for a singalong - you know:
a bit of the 'Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!' Guess what? The ruddy thing's
out of tune! Come and see." Craig protests that he doesn't
know anything about pianos. The man, however, laughs, "Course
you do! You sell music, don't you?!" With that, he heads
off towards the building. Craig sighs heavily and follows him.
Debbie is sitting by the side of a lake, feeding some ducks and
looking thoughtful. She glances across at a young couple who are
walking nearby, their arms round each other. She looks worried.
Bjorn emerges through the back door of the mansion and looks
across to where an attractive female tenant is lying on the grass,
reading. He murmurs to God, "You have a cruel sense of humour!"
Another man walks across to him and comments, "She's a bit
of alright, isn't she?" Bjorn smiles, "She is like a
feast to a starving man!" The other man walks off and Bjorn
heads across to the young woman. He smiles at her and says, "Hi!
My name is Bjorn; I'm visiting Fiona." The woman replies,
"Hi! My name is Cheryl." Janice suddenly emerges through
the back door, carrying a basket of washing. Seeing what's going
on, she walks over to Bjorn and Cheryl. Bjorn is just telling
Cheryl that he works on a cruise ship. Janice approaches them
and, clearing her throat loudly, then says, "I mean to ask,
Bjorn: any word from your wife lately? I'm just wondering how
the children are going." Cheryl muses, "I think I'm
being given a hint..." Janice goes on, "Good family
men are such an inspiration; don't you think so, Cheryl?"
With that, she walks off.
A few minutes later, Janice walks into Fiona's room and tells
Fiona, "Your gigolo friend's tempting the boarders."
Fiona muses, "Well... the last time I checked, 'Thou shalt
not talk' did not make the top ten!" Janice glares at her
and the embroidery she's working on and mutters, "I should
have known you wouldn't worry, making things like that."
Fiona smiles, "I'm getting into blow-up dolls next!"
Janice snaps, "I hung around and made him so uncomfortable
he went inside." Fiona comments, "He'll probably thank
you: he's trying to be faithful - not that it'll be easy for him."
Janice asks in surprise, "You're not pulling my leg?"
Fiona insists, "No, no, no, truly. He just told me."
Janice smiles, "I'm sure his wife will be pleased."
Fiona, though, explains, "Not to his wife; to Alison
Carr." Janice glares at her and snaps, "The man's
a pervert - and you only encourage him." Fiona sighs
heavily, "Bjorn is a sweetie." Janice, though,
growls, "He's a risk to the family unit; that's
what he is." Fiona suggests, "There's only one thing
for it, Janice: you are going to have to save him!" Janice
snaps, "Many a true word is spoken in jest, Aunt Fiona. Someone
obviously has to and it may as well be me." With
that, she heads off outside, leaving Fiona to call after her in
Sometime later, Fiona is standing outside with Bjorn as he fiddles
with an open window. Fiona smiles, "What's this? The last
resort of the board?!" Bjorn explains, "It's a choice
between here or the back garden. There lies temptation."
Fiona chuckles, "You're beginning to sound like Janice!"
Bjorn asks, "Did she tell you about Cheryl?" Fiona nods,
"Uh huh. She thinks she ruined it for you." Bjorn replies,
"She did. I didn't know whether to thank her or
choke her!" Fiona warns him, "She's decided to take
you on as her next project. She is out to reform you!" Bjorn
laughs, "Me?!" Fiona tells him, "That
was my reaction, too, but unless you're prepared for
some high-powered salesmanship talk, you'd better make yourself
scarce!" Bjorn takes the advice and walks off as Janice emerges
through the mansion's front door and asks Fiona, "Did I hear
Bjorn out here?" Fiona looks round 'innocently' and replies,
"You must be imagining things." Janice asks suspiciously,
"You haven't warned him, have you?" Fiona smiles,
"Darling, he's a big boy; he can look after himself."
Janice persists, "Maybe a talk with Cheryl wouldn't hurt,
either - lying around the back garden like that. It's just putting
temptation in men's way." Fiona warns her, "Don't you
go pestering the tenants - we can't afford to lose any more, the
way things are." Janice retorts, "Some of them we could
well do without." Fiona asserts, "We need all we've
got - plus more." Janice asks, "Why? What's wrong?"
Fiona asks, "Will you promise you won't breathe a word of
this to May?" Janice nods, "I promise." Fiona explains,
"Wayne is threatening to make this whole place upmarket unless
it starts showing a profit - and if that be the case, it would
be 'goodbye May' - plus quite a few others. The others would manage
but May wouldn't; this whole place is her life." Janice gasps,
"He actually said he'd throw her out?" Fiona replies,
"As good as - May couldn't possibly afford to pay the sort
of rents he'd be charging." Janice suggests, "Perhaps
if I had a word with him?" Fiona, though, tells her, "You
can't. He's gone overseas. The best thing you can do is behave
yourself: May first, Cheryl and her eternal salvation second."
Janice mutters, "You don't have to make a joke of it."
Fiona, though, insists, "Believe me: I am not joking."
Janice murmurs, "I'll bite my tongue as much as I can."
Fiona tells her, "Go one better: put a gag on it!" Janice,
however, retorts, "I'll speak up if I have to; if it gets
too bad. I won't compromise my principles - not even for May."
With that, she heads back inside, leaving Fiona sighing heavily.
Craig approaches Debbie by the side of the river and comments,
"Talk about hard to track down. I've been looking everywhere
for you." He sits down next to her, but she mutters, "Go
away, Craig." Craig sighs, "Look, I know I've been a
jerk, but don't be angry." Debbie, however, snaps, "You
had your chance, but you had to do it your way, didn't
you? Why didn't you listen to me? I told you you were
being stupid. You think I'm dumb, don't you?"
Craig insists, "No I don't." Debbie mutters, "You
wouldn't have ignored me otherwise." Craig tells her, "It
wasn't like that. Some things you've just got to work
out by yourself, that's all. I'm sorry. There's not much more
I can say, is there?" He stands up, but loses his
footing on a slippery rock and goes flying back into the water!
Debbie calls, "Serves you right!" Craig asks for a hand,
and Debbie stands up and reaches out to him. Craig then tells
her, "You know what? You shouldn't have laughed." With
that, he pulls her into the water with him! They start splashing
around, Debbie laughing, "I'll kill you!" After
a few seconds, Craig looks at her seriously and asks, "Forgiven?"
She nods at him.
Sometime later, Craig and Debbie arrive back outside the country
house and Craig apologises to Beryl for taking so long. Beryl
looks at the state of them and asks in surprise, "What happened?"
Debbie laughs, "We sort of had an accident!" She then
apologises for leaving. Craig adds that they've worked it all
out now. They head inside and Beryl tells them, "By the way:
Andy packed up and left." Looking surprised, Craig asks what
he said. Beryl replies, "Not much. He told me about Doug.
Has he really lost everything?" Craig nods, "Yeah, poor
bloke." Beryl murmurs, "I hope that doesn't mean David's
going to lose the truck..." The 'phone suddenly starts ringing
and Craig goes to answer it. While he's talking, Beryl tells Debbie,
"I've decided to go home tomorrow." Debbie asks how
come. Beryl explains, "Things could get a bit tense if David's
going to lose the truck and I think he'd be better off by himself."
On the 'phone Craig says, "You're kidding!" He then
ends the call by saying, "Thanks a lot, Doug. See you later."
Turning to Debbie and Beryl, he says, "Guess what: that was
Doug. He suggested me as a trainee manager to the guy who runs
the supermarket - because of how I managed to flog all that music
off. As soon as a vacancy comes up, they're going to take me on.
Great, eh?!" Beryl smiles, "Congratulations!" Craig
goes on enthusiastically, "You know, once you get a job like
that, you can really do well; work your way up... What do you
reckon, Deb?" Debbie, looking less than enthusiastic, smiles,
"Yeah, that's really good..." Craig then heads off to
have a shower, leaving Beryl to ask Debbie what's wrong. Debbie
explains, "I'm just worried that if he gets a job like that
he'll start walking over people to do well." Beryl assures
her, "I don't think you've got much worries there."
Debbie continues, "I'm just happy we're not arguing anymore.
I don't want him to start carrying on like he did with Andy."
Beryl tells her, "A lot of Craig's problems at the moment
are because of his mother. Soon, he'll get to the point where
he can talk about her. I'm sure when he does all your worries
will be over." Debbie smiles weakly, "Men, hey?!"
It's night time, and Fiona is writing out a cheque for Barry
the boiler engineer, who's standing in her room at the mansion.
There's suddenly a knock on the door and Cheryl walks in. She
says to Fiona, "Hi. Where's that new deli you said had opened,
Mrs. Thompson?" Fiona gives her directions as Barry stares
at her. She then walks out again, leaving Barry still looking
at her admiringly. Fiona eventually smiles, "Nice girl!"
Barry comes back to earth and nods, "Yeah, she is!"
He adds that he'll pop in tomorrow and check the boiler is still
working. Fiona grins, "Cheryl is a nice girl, right?!
Pop in tonight; make out like you've got to see me about something
and then spend your time talking to her." Barry sighs, "I
don't reckon she'd be interested." Fiona just laughs, "Faint
hearts never won a fair lady!" Barry stares at her and asks
blankly, "What?!" Fiona winks, "Give it a go, matey!"
Barry thanks her as Janice appears in the doorway. Fiona assures
him, "You won't be sorry - Cheryl is one of my nicest girls."
He heads out. Janice immediately demands of Fiona, "What
was that about Cheryl?" Fiona, though, retorts, "None
of your business. I hope you haven't been pestering her."
Janice insists, "I don't pester people. I protect
their welfare." Fiona, however, tells her, "You pester
them." Out in the corridor, Bjorn comes in through the front
door as Janice tells Fiona curtly, "Trying to help people
see the error of their ways isn't pestering." Bjorn tries
to creep along the corridor silently, but he doesn't get very
far before Janice emerges from Fiona's room and snaps at him,
"There you are. I've been looking for you all afternoon."
Bjorn smiles nervously, "Really, Janice? What for?"
Janice tells him, "We need to have a little talk."
The next morning, Beryl is sitting in the kitchen at the country
house with the resident from the nursing home that Craig spoke
to about the piano. Craig and Debbie suddenly walk in and Craig
smiles, "G'day, Mr. Whitelaw. What are you doing
here?" Mr. Whitelaw explains, "I just dropped by to
say 'thankyou'." Beryl comments to Craig, "You're a
dark horse, aren't you?!" Mr. Whitelaw hands him a gift and
tells him, "We've bought you a little present." Debbie
asks what's going on. Craig, though, shrugs, "It's nothing,
honest." Beryl, however, says she thinks it's a lovely
gesture. Debbie pleads, "Will someone tell me what he did?!"
Mr. Whitelaw explains, "He came round looking for you yesterday
and we told him the piano had had a bomb, so guess what: he bought
us a new one!" Craig murmurs, "Only a second-hand one."
Whitelaw smiles, "It plays like a dream. It was delivered
this morning." Looking surprised, Debbie asks Craig how he
could afford it. He explains, "It was the money I made from
selling the music. Doug didn't want it and it was money I normally
wouldn't've had anyway, so... it seemed to make up for being a
jerk." Debbie smiles, "That's fantastic!" Mr. Whitelaw
tells him to open his present. As Craig unwraps it, Whitelaw adds,
"You're a fine young man, son. Your mum would be proud of
you." Suddenly looking upset, Craig murmurs, "Um...
excuse me." He dashes out. Mr. Whitelaw asks in surprise
what he said. Beryl stands up and ask Debbie to explain to him.
She heads outside after Craig.
Craig is sitting on a bench outside, and as Beryl sits down next
to him, he comments, "Pretty dumb, huh?" Beryl, though,
tells him, "You're storing everything up. Whenever anyone
talks to you about your mother it's going to feel like a kick
in the stomach. If you can't talk about it, it'll only get worse."
Craig looks at her and says sadly, "I wanted her to be like
you - but she wasn't. She was a... well, she wasn't what
I wanted, anyway. I felt... ashamed that Deb saw her.
I was ashamed of my own mother. I couldn't even bring myself to
talk to her. I'm just scared that I'm going
to be like her, too. I mean, the way I was with Andy - that's
why I bought the piano. I just don't want to be like
that." Beryl soothes, "You're nothing like
her." Craig, tears beginning to well in his eyes, says weakly,
"I was ashamed of her, Mrs. Palmer. I was ashamed
of my own mother." Beryl puts her arms round him
and soothes, "There's nothing wrong with crying. You'll feel
better. Believe me."
Fiona is talking on the 'phone in her room at the mansion, saying,
"That's all the cable said?... Oh... Uh huh... Well, thanks
very much, Susan... I would've thought she'd have come rushing
home." She listens and then repeats, "What sort of a
woman is she?" She then answers, "Well, Barbara's
a very strong woman - and very proud, although I think
it's a bit more than pride that's keeping her away. Anyway,
the letter will be here soon. It will explain everything."
She adds, "Oh yes, you can count on me: I'll stall Gordon...
Yeah, well thanks very much for calling, Susan." With that,
she hangs up. There's suddenly a knock on her door and she calls,
"Come on in." It's Barry and Fiona smiles at him as
she asks, "How did it all go?" He tells her, "Ace!"
He hands her a small bunch of flowers and adds, "Thanks.
I've got an invitation to a slap-up cooked breakfast; reckon we'll
go out tonight, too." Fiona beams, "Good for
you! I should start charging commission!"
Sometime later, Gordon is lying in his hospital bed, holding
the bunch of flowers and commenting to Fiona, who's sitting down
next to him, "So, I get the rewards of your matchmaking,
eh?!" Fiona smiles, "You've got a lot more time to appreciate
them than I have!" Gordon muses, "In other words, you're
too mean to buy any on the way here!" Changing the subject,
he then asks, "Any news of Barbara?" Fiona says quickly,
"No. Not a word, not a word. She's travelling. You know -
your cable's probably following her around everywhere she goes,
missing her here, missing her there; you know what it's like.
Anyway, I'm sure it'll only take a couple more days." Gordon,
looking disappointed, sighs heavily.
In the hallway at the mansion, Bjorn is walking downstairs, carrying
his suitcases. Fiona arrives back and asks him in surprise why
he has his cases with him. He tells her, "I never thought
anyone could drive me out of a place. I hadn't met Janice
then. I had a three-hours lecture last night and another at 7:30
this morning. Apart from being rude, there is no way to shut her
up." Fiona suggests, "Then be rude!" She
invites him in to her room to talk about it and they head in there.
Cheryl and Barry come downstairs. Cheryl is wearing a very skimpy
top and shorts and Barry is saying to her, "I'll pick you
up round about 7pm, then, OK? What do you want to see?" Cheryl
replies, "What about I'm Anyone's - it's kind of
a romance; you don't mind, do you?" Barry smiles, "Sounds
fine." He then goes on, "Talk about a fantastic breakfast
- I'm full as a goog!" Cheryl grins, "I'm glad I was
able to please you!" Barry assures her, "You sure did
that! Best I've ever had!" Cheryl tells him, "Come
back tomorrow for another one." Janice appears in the corridor
as Barry replies, "You're on! And 7:00 tonight, OK?"
Cheryl nods, "Sure." She then asks, "You positive
it doesn't worry you?" Barry asks, "What?" Cheryl
replies, "I'm Anyone's." A look of horror crosses
Janice's face. Barry smiles, "Course not. Fiona told me you
were one of her best girls. I reckon you're the
best." He then kisses her. Janice turns and walks off, her
hand over her mouth in horror.
In Fiona's room, Fiona is telling Bjorn, "You just have
to be utterly direct: tell her to keep quiet and go away."
Bjorn sighs, "Easier said than done." The door suddenly
flies open and Janice bursts in. She glares at Fiona and snaps,
"I thought you were a changed woman. I thought you'd at least
gained a little decency with age. It's all happening again,
isn't it?" Fiona sighs, "I don't know what
on earth you're talking about." Indicating Bjorn, Janice
retorts, "I thought I was protecting Cheryl from him;
more the other way round, from what I've just heard." Fiona
yells, "Janice, for goodness' sakes, will you shut up and
go away? I'm really not in the mood." Janice, though, yells
back, "That's too bad." Bjorn chips in, "Time for
me to go. I'll be in touch." He adds curtly, "Goodbye,
Janice," and walks out. Fiona glares at Janice and snaps,
"Now look what you've done: one tenant down and
God knows how many more. If May gets the boot, I hope you feel
wonderful." Janice ignores this and just growls, "You're
not getting away with it." Fiona asks in exasperation, "With
what?" Janice retorts, "I heard Cheryl and
Barry. Your 'best girl'. How many more of the girls have
you got working for you?" Fiona, shaking her head, sighs,
"Oh Janice, really, I don't have the faintest idea what you're
talking about." Janice, though, snaps, "Don't try bluffing.
I know you're trying to turn this place into a bordello.
There's no use denying it."