Back at the youth centre, Glen starts taking out his frustration
on the punchbag, hitting it furiously several times with his fists.
He eventually pauses and walks over to the 'phone. He starts dialling
The dinner party guests - excluding Alison and Andy - arrive
back at Dural. As they head into the lounge room, Gordon suggests
that there's no question over where they should hold the wedding:
the garden. Susan smiles that it would be perfect. Wayne sits
down with Susan and Beryl on the couch and comments to Beryl that
she must be thinking about heading back to Melbourne soon. Beryl,
though, tells him, "No, no, mum says Robert's very happy."
Wayne persists, "What about your business? You'll be losing
customers, won't you?" Beryl, however, replies, "No,
I've got someone down there helping me out." Susan chips
in, "Mum, it's not like being there yourself; it's
silly not to keep an eye on it when you've just got it
going." Beryl asks semi-humorously, "Are you trying
to get rid of me?!" Susan laughs, "Of course not - but
if you go down now you'll be able to organise things and then
spend a few days up here before the wedding." Beryl, looking
slightly put-out, muses, "That is a thought, I suppose..."
Glen is walking along a beach. He's approaching an attractive
young woman, and as he walks up to her, she smiles, "Glen,
it's so good to see you. I missed you so much." They hug
each other and Glen tells the woman earnestly, "I need
you, Frances." They hug again.
Andy is standing next to Beryl as she talks on the 'phone in
the hallway at Dural. She tells the person on the 'phone, "I'll
hold on, thankyou." She then turns to Andy and warns, "You
make sure you report anything that happens to Alison." Andy
sighs, "It would help if I knew what I was trying to get
him on." Beryl retorts, "Simple: anything that'll make
Susan realise she's marrying the wrong--" She breaks off
as the person on the 'phone comes on again. She listens, thanks
them and hangs up. As she does so, Wayne comes downstairs. He
looks at Andy suspiciously and then tells him, "Andrew, get
back to work." He heads into the study just as the front
door opens and Charlie bursts in. She smiles, "Hello, darlings!"
Beryl guides her quickly into the lounge room and Charlie tells
her seriously, "I'm so sorry, darling." Beryl
retorts, "Imagine how I feel - especially now I
have to go back to Melbourne: Wayne's pointed out I have
a business to run." Charlie, however, enthuses, "Oh,
everything's fine down there, darling - well, now I'm backing
Doug, you can go ahead at full steam." She breaks off as
a look of surprise crosses Beryl's face, and she sighs, "Oh
dear, I didn't mean you to find out like that. I know it sounds
as if we're trying to take over from you, but we're not - honestly."
Beryl, however, smiles, "Charlie, that's the best news you
could have given me." At that moment, Wayne walks in and
says, "Beryl, I've been thinking about you taking the train
and I think it's only fair your future son-in-law should buy you
a 'plane ticket." Beryl, however, smiles, "Thankyou,
Wayne, but that won't be necessary: I have to stay here - on business."
With that, she walks out of the room, leaving Wayne looking astonished
and slightly annoyed.
Frances is standing in the youth centre, looking around. She
takes in the punchbag and comments to Glen, "I knew you were
macho, but isn't this going rather far?!" Glen smiles,
"I organised it just for you!" He then asks her how
her leave's going. She tells him, "It was pretty boring up
to now; after Manila, Sydney seems rather dull." Glen asks,
"How is embassy life?" Frances replies, "Not
a great deal different from when you were there. It's
about time you came back, isn't it?" Glen muses, "Right
now I wish I could. That's why I contacted you: I need
some information. You're due to go back next week and I thought
maybe I could get you to do something for me." Frances tells
him, "That depends what you can do for me,
I suppose..." Glen ignores the flirtatious hint and continues,
"I'd go myself except I can't afford it right now."
Frances smiles knowingly, "A decision like that requires
a bit of diplomatic thinking. How about we start by you shouting
me lunch tomorrow...?"
Susan is at Charlie's, showing her her engagement ring. Charlie
smiles that it's very nice. She then tells Susan, "I think
you're very wise settling for someone like Wayne." Susan
retorts indignantly, "I didn't 'settle' for him." Charlie
replies quickly, "I didn't mean it like that - it's just
that he's not the pick of the bunch... and he'd be so much safer
than Glen." Susan demands, "What's that supposed
to mean?" Charlie tells her, "You really would have
had your hands full with Glen: he's so attractive... you'd be
constantly swatting off all the other women." Susan mutters,
"I don't think so." Charlie, however, insists,
"Of course you would... I heard a rumour only yesterday
that another friend of mine is interested in him; he'd done a
little gardening for her and now she's interested in having more
than her roses pruned!" Susan stands there, looking upset...
Gordon arrives back at his room at Seabreeze Towers. Maggie is
standing in the kitchen and he tells her that he hopes he's not
late. He suddenly notices Rags feeding from a bowl on the floor
and he smiles, "Hello, fella! Where did you come
from?!" Maggie explains, "I found him on the esplanade
when I was shopping with Cassie - she's been driving me mad about
him ever since!" Gordon comments, "Most children
like dogs." Maggie mutters, "Don't I know it. I've wanted
one for a long time, but they're not cheap." Looking suddenly
thoughtful, Gordon muses, "Look, I'll be out a lot during
the next few weeks: my son's getting married and I'll be spending
a lot of time at home." He then corrects quickly, "Er,
at his place." Maggie remarks, "Must be so
hard for young couples now, raking together a deposit on a house
when they're still paying a fortune in rent for a flat."
She goes on angrily, "Have you looked at rents lately?
It's highway robbery. I can't understand how people can make money
out of those less fortunate than themselves." Looking suddenly
uncomfortable, Gordon goes on quickly, "Yes, well, what I
was thinking was: it's going to be difficult for me to feed Rags
over the next few weeks. I was wondering if your little girl might
like the job. I'd pay for the food, of course." Maggie sighs
wistfully, "I can imagine her face if I said 'yes'. I can
also imagine her face if she found out I'd said 'no'."
Gordon tells her, "It'd help me out." Maggie gives in
and smiles, "I suppose I can afford a bit of dog food!"
Changing the subject, she then tells him, "Today I'm going
to teach you to make a stew really tasty." Gordon, though,
muses at his skills and replies, "Don't bet on it!"
It's nighttime. Charlie is standing in the doorway of the mansion,
but May is telling her, "I don't know how long Fiona will
be out." Charlie explains, "I just wanted to see how
she was feeling about Susan and Wayne." May replies, "She
hasn't said much to me." Changing the subject, she
then smiles, "Have you heard about my invitation to Mrs.
Duncan Brookes' Charity Ball?" Charlie beams, "Yes!"
May smiles that she's delighted to be going! The two of them head
into May's room, where May tells Charlie, "I'm glad
you dropped in. I was wondering if $100 would buy me a gown from
your fashion house." Charlie murmurs warily, "Well..."
May goes on, "You see, we've had such a wonderful response
to hiring the bric-a-brac from the reception room, Fiona thinks
we should have $100 saved by the time the ball comes round."
Charlie, however, sighs, "Unfortunately, darling, $100 would
only buy the lining, at a pinch." May's face drops,
but Charlie adds quickly, "That's why I had it in mind to
ask if you'd accept a gown as a gift. Then you could
use the money for accessories." May gasps, "Charlie,
that's so very kind of you. I don't know how I could possibly
thank you." She then appears to have a thought, though, and
she reaches under her bed as she says, "Next time you need
something special for a gala occasion, you can borrow this."
She shows Charlie a large haircomb. Charlie stares at it and gasps,
"They're real diamonds." The haircomb is covered in
them. She adds, "It must be worth a fortune."
May nods, "Probably." Charlie, looking puzzled, goes
on, "If it's worth that much, why didn't you sell
it when you lost all your money?" May, however, tells her
haughtily, "My dear girl, you don't sell the spoils of victory."
Charlie questions, "You mean a man?" May, though,
replies, "No, it was a woman. A little upstart named Connie.
Connie Hog. She was just a slip of a thing." Charlie asks,
"Was she a friend?" May, though, replies, "Oh no,
hardly that. She used to enjoy rubbing my nose in it."
Charlie asks curiously, "In what?" May explains,
"How much better her jewellery was than mine." Charlie
indicates the haircomb and asks, "This is one of her spoils?"
May nods, "It certainly is. You see, one day it all got too
much for me so I challenged her to a game of poker. If I lost,
she took my business lock, stock and barrel; if I won,
I took this." Charlie smiles, "Obviously you were the
better poker player." May, though, muses, "I wouldn't
go that far. I bluffed my way through on a pair of twos!"
Charlie laughs, "You old card sharp, you!" May indicates
the haircomb and continues, "So, you see, this represents
one of my greatest triumphs - and as I said: you don't sell the
It's the middle of the night. At Dural, Beryl creeps downstairs
in the dark, wearing her dressing gown. She has a torch with her.
She heads into the lounge room and turns on one of the small lamps.
She goes to a cupboard and opens one of the doors, but then suddenly
hears a noise out in the hallway and she quickly shuts the door
and turns off her torch. After a few seconds, when things are
quiet again, she heads out into the hallway and uses the torch
to look around. She goes to the cupboard under the stairs and
opens the door. All-of-a-sudden, the hall lights come on. Wayne
is standing at the bottom of the stairs. Beryl looks at him and
he growls, "Enjoying your snoop?"
A few moments later, Beryl tells Wayne, "You can work out
for yourself what I was doing, I'm sure." She goes to head
upstairs, but Wayne stops her and retorts, "I can have a
good guess: you were trying to find something to make
Susan change her mind. That's why wanted to move in here. That's
why you didn't want to go back to Melbourne. Well, I hope you've
had fun because you'll be on the train in the morning." Beryl,
however, tells him curtly, "Not necessarily so: Susan's light
was on when I came down; I might just tell her that you're sending
me packing. You can tell her why, but I'll deny it. Who do you
think she'll believe?" At that moment, there are footsteps
on the stairs and they turn to see Susan approaching them. Beryl
murmurs to Wayne, "Are you going to tell her or
am I?" Susan looks at them both and muses, "Looks
like I'm not the only one who can't sleep." Beryl
asks what the problem is. Susan explains, "I wrote to dad,
telling him the news. I've been wondering and worrying what he'll
say, ever since I posted it. I came down for a glass of milk."
Beryl listens and then says, "Love, I think Wayne has something
to tell you." She smiles at Wayne, who says to Susan quickly,
"Look, I wondered how you felt about me not wearing formal
to the wedding." Looking puzzled, Susan replies, "It
doesn't worry me. Can we talk about it later?" Wayne nods,
"Yeah, sure." Susan then heads across into the lounge
room and through to the kitchen while Beryl heads off upstairs.
Wayne stands in the hallway looking annoyed.
The next morning, Andy pulls up in the driveway outside. As he
climbs out of the car, Beryl approaches him and tells him that
Wayne caught her snooping around the house last night. She adds
that she thinks she managed to bluff him. Unnoticed by either
of them, Wayne is standing on an upstairs balcony, watching. Beryl
asks Andy if he's found out anything. Andy tells her, "No
- and it's not going to be easy. I don't want him cottoning onto
the fact that I'm working on the other side." Wayne heads
back inside as Beryl asks, "Can't you find anything out from
the papers?" Andy retorts, "There is nothing."
Beryl suggests, "I suppose all you'll have to do is keep
your eyes and ears open." Gordon and Susan suddenly approach
them and Gordon asks Beryl if she's ready for the shops. Beryl
thanks him for offering to drop her and Susan off on his way.
She then asks Gordon where he's off to. He just replies,
"A bit of this and that."
Andy heads into the house. As he does so, the 'phone rings and
he goes and answers it in the hallway. He listens and then says,
"It's me, Alison." He listens again and then
tells her, "No, not yet--" He breaks off as Wayne comes
downstairs, and says down the 'phone quickly, "Yeah, Beryl
and Susan have gone shopping. OK. Bye." Wayne looks at him
suspiciously as he hangs up. He then tells Andy, "I caught
Beryl snooping around the house last night. I hope you watched
what you said to her." Andy explains, "She was coming
in as I arrived. I couldn't ignore her." Wayne goes
to head into the study, but Andy says quickly, "I was wondering
about the bad-debt collecting: if you don't get moving pretty
soon, you'll be missing out on a lot of bread." Wayne comments
suspiciously, "Makes a change - I thought you didn't want
to know about it." Andy muses, "When you've
done it once I suppose you get used to it. I thought
we should make up a list; put them in order of importance. And
I reckon we're going to have to employ some blokes to do some
heavying." Wayne, however, retorts, "No. No heavying
- not in Sydney, anyway. Not until after the wedding. From now
until then, everything I do is going to be on the level."
Andy sighs, "If that's what you want..." Wayne replies,
"It is." Andy then says, "Listen, you
wouldn't be able to give me an advance on my salary, would you?"
Wayne just growls bluntly, "No." He walks off.
Maggie is cleaning Gordon's room at Seabreeze Towers when Gordon
comes in. He's wearing his suit and Maggie comments that he looks
pretty flash. Gordon tells her, "Dress-up clothes - family
occasions, and all that." Maggie then hands him a piece of
paper and says, "My daughter insisted on writing you a note
to thank you for letting me look after Rags." Gordon reads
it and comments that it's very sweet of her. Maggie suddenly sighs
heavily and Gordon asks her if she's alright. She tells him, "Just
a headache." Gordon suggests that she should see a doctor,
if the headaches are still bad. Maggie, however, mutters, "Pack
of quacks." Gordon tells her, "There's no reason why
anybody should miss out on medical help - and I'm sure your little
girl will be well looked after if you have to have time off."
Maggie, who's cleaning the table, just mutters, "Move yourself."
Gordon does so, but looks at her in concern.
Glen and Frances walk up to a restaurant. It's the one where
Wayne and Susan's engagement meal was held. Glen says quickly,
"Can we eat somewhere else?" Frances asks in surprise,
"Why? It's supposed to be excellent here."
Glen sighs, "I know - but it's where Susan had her engagement
lunch." Frances smiles, "You're really stuck on her,
aren't you?" Glen, though, retorts, "Look: while I'm
with you, we don't talk about Susan, OK?" Frances
asks in an exasperated tone, "Why not, for heaven's sake?"
Glen mutters, "Because it's private, that's why. I'm sorry
- but it's the way I feel." With that, he walks off. Frances
follows him, murmuring, "Who am I to argue?"
May walks into Fiona's room at the mansion to find Beryl in there,
folding up some baby clothes. She asks Beryl in surprise, "What
are you doing here?" Beryl explains, "I've
been shopping; thought I'd pop in." May holds out the diamond-encrusted
haircomb and asks, "Where's Fiona? I brought this
in to show her." Beryl replies, "She's in the reception
room; she shouldn't be long." She then tells May that the
haircomb really is lovely. May asks if Fiona is hiring out more
stuff. Beryl nods that she thinks so. May muses, "You know,
I'm not at all sure we're doing the right thing - or, rather,
hiring out to the right type of client. There was a very strange
man here earlier: he said he was managing something called 'Princess
Python'. Sounds like a pop group! He's certainly not the type
of client we need." Andy suddenly appears in the
doorway. Beryl asks May if she'd mind. She hands back the haircomb
and May leaves the the room. When she's gone, Beryl says to Andy,
"I hope she doesn't keep Fiona talking - she wanted
to hear what you had to say, too." Andy sighs, "Not
much, I'm afraid." Beryl cries, "Oh, Andy..." Andy
goes on, "He hasn't done anything. In fact, he's
pretty suspicious of me - he saw us talking this morning."
Beryl asks, "What did he say?" Andy tells her, "Not
much, I'm afraid. I have to be careful. I don't think we're going
to get much of a chance of pinning anything on him before the
wedding: he's decided to play it Mr. Squeaky-Clean - and I think
that's mainly because he's on to you." Beryl stands
there, looking annoyed.
Glen and Frances are back at the youth centre and Glen is explaining
to Frances, "I thought if you went and saw Maria and explained
all the trouble she's caused by going along with Wayne, then she
might see reason." Frances nods, "Of course." Glen
asks in surprise, "You will?" Frances tells
him, "Sure. That's not asking much." She then puts her
hands gently to his face and goes to kiss him. He moves away quickly,
though, and says, "I'd better not keep you too long."
Frances points out, "We've only just got back."
She moves towards him again and says flirtatiously, "Glen,
come on..." Glen, however, retorts, "Please,
Frances: leave it, OK? I'll call you tomorrow and give you the
details." Frances glares at him and snaps, "That's charming:
get what you want and kick me out." Glen insists, "It's
not like that." Frances goes on, though, "Here
I was thinking you an old friend who wanted a bit of a chat...
you know: catch up on what's happening." Glen insists, "I
am." Frances, though, spits, "You wouldn't
have bothered to contact me at all if you didn't have
an errand for me. That makes me feel really good, Glen;
you know - really useful." Glen retorts, "You
can talk. It doesn't take Einstein to see what you're
after." Frances snaps, "If my memory serves me correctly,
you were after it too, once." Glen tells
her curtly, "Once, maybe - but I told you at the
outset: I love Susan. Can't you take a hint?" Frances
mutters, "Alright. Hint taken. Forget about me tracking down
your little Filipino charity case, though. Get someone else
to do your footwork." With that, she storms out. Glen stands
there and sighs heavily.
Beryl is in the lounge room at Dural when Andy comes in through
the front door. He joins Beryl, who sighs, "At last. Have
you spoken to Alison yet?" Andy opens his briefcase and,
taking out a roll of notes, replies, "Yeah - she gave me
the first payment." He adds, "I didn't tell her about
Wayne deciding to play it straight until the wedding, though."
Beryl mutters, "Frightened of losing your money, are you?"
Andy hands Beryl a note and tells her, "There's the $20 I
owe you. Thanks for the loan." Wayne suddenly walks into
the room and Andy tells him, quickly, "Beryl's trying to
talk me out of going raging tonight. I said you were working me
so hard I needed a break!" Wayne just looks at him suspiciously
and comments, "I thought you said you were broke." Andy
replies quickly, "I was. A bloke owed me some money."
Susan suddenly comes in and says to Wayne, "Can we talk about
the invitation? The printer's not going to have much time."
Looking at Beryl and Andy warily, Wayne murmurs, "Yeah, sure."
He and Susan then walk off.
At the mansion, Charlie bursts into May's room and smiles at
May - who's sitting at the table - "There you are!"
She sits down and goes on, "I've been in touch with Lisa
and all you have to do is 'phone her and tell her what you'd like.
She's standing by to give you the right royal treatment. You can
specify anything!" May beams, "That's very kind of you."
She asks Charlie what would look best on her. Charlie suggests,
"How about something very bright? Shiny and slinky."
May asks in surprise, "Do you think I could carry it off?"
Charlie smiles, "A lady can carry anything off!"
May goes on, "If I did, would my diamond haircomb
be out of place?" Charlie tells her, "I shouldn't think
so. What colours are in it? - apart from the diamonds, of course."
May, looking suddenly thoughtful, murmurs, "I'm not quite
sure. There are some rubies in it, I think..." She then adds,
"Just a minute - I'd better have a look." She goes and
reaches under her bed, but a look of horror suddenly crosses her
face as she does so. She turns back to Charlie and cries, "My
God - it's gone. Someone's stolen it."
At Dural, Wayne escorts Andy into the lounge room. Andy is smiling,
"Real undercover stuff, eh?!" Wayne nods, "You
could say that." Andy goes and sits down, but Wayne
snaps at him, "Stand up." Andy, looking surprised, does
so. Wayne then tells him curtly, "Time to face the music,
son. You've been playing on both sides of the fence. Alison and
Beryl have got you on-side, haven't they?" Andy blusters,
"I don't know what you're talking about." Wayne, however,
retorts, "With Beryl in the house, it's fairly easy to see
what's going on. Alison's the bankroll, isn't she?" Andy
just turns away. Wayne nods, "Yeah." He then goes on,
"Well think about this: the minute I marry Susan,
they will drop you like a hotcake. Even if they manage to stop
the marriage, you'd still be dumped - whereas with me,
if you play your cards right, you could be set up for a long time.
You mightn't realise it, Andrew, but I make a very bad enemy -
if I decide that's the way it's going to be. So, you'd better
make up your mind: who are you working for...?"