Sometime later, Andy pulls up in his car outside the mansion.
He climbs out and heads up towards the building.
Inside, May is slamming down the hallway 'phone, snapping, "Engaged.
How very inconsiderate." Andy looks at her and she goes on
that she could be murdered, for all the police care.
Andy asks what's happened. May cries, "Someone's stolen my
diamond haircomb. I shall go and report it personally; perhaps
then they'll actually do something about it." Andy
asks if Fiona is around. May, though, retorts, "Of course
not. Is she ever here when she's needed?" Andy tells
her, "I've got some important news I want to tell Glen. You
wouldn't know where he is?" May snaps, "I do not. You'll
have to ask Fiona." Andy asks, "Where's she?"
May just retorts, "How should I know? But when she
does come back, you can tell her that I am at the police
station." With that, she heads out.
Fiona is standing on a road near the beach, holding the diamond
haircomb. A man is standing with her and he comments, "It's
smaller than I expected. Princess is a big girl - I need something
that's going to stand out in the photos." Fiona insists,
"I'm sure this will. And look how it sparkles. If
I didn't know any better I'd say they were real diamonds!"
Glen suddenly runs up to them and Fiona smiles, "Hey! How
are you?" Glen explains, "I'm just out for a bit of
a jog." He adds, "You're the last person I
expected to see." Fiona indicates the man standing with her
and tells him, "Bert, here, is hiring some of our costume
jewellery." Bert explains to Glen, "Our two star attractions:
Princess Python takes on the Masked Marauder. Of course, that's
just for the cameras; Princess would win in thirty seconds if
it was a serious bout." Glen stands there looking blank.
Fiona clarifies, "Championship wrestlers! Bert is their manager."
Bert looks around and muses, "I'd like to know what's keeping
them." He wanders off. Fiona turns to Glen and asks, "Shouldn't
you be keeping yourself out of sight more?" Glen explains,
"I needed some fresh air." He then goes on, "I
bumped into a girlfriend of mine who works in Manila." Fiona
asks eagerly, "Is she going to help you?" Glen, though,
admits, "I couldn't meet her going price. I guess that's
what being in love does to you..." Fiona, realising
what he's implying, laughs, "Got you!" Glen continues,
"I've been trying to work out some way I could go myself.
Unfortunately, I'm broke." Fiona, looking thoughtful,
points out that Alison has money. Glen comments, "We
couldn't ask her to foot the bill." Fiona, though,
retorts, "Why not?"
David is sitting looking at a sheet of paper in the lounge room
at the country house. Caroline and Doug come in and, looking at
the expression on David's face, Caroline asks, "Bad news?"
David sighs, "Yeah - Susan wants my blessing for this stupid
wedding. What do I tell her?" Doug murmurs, "Wish her
good luck - that can't hurt." David, though, growls,
"Good luck would be Wayne breaking his neck on the way to
church. I'd like to go up there and shake some sense into her
and punch Wayne's head in." Doug points out, "Even
if they go ahead with it, she'll wake up to him soon enough. She
can get a divorce - it's not exactly a big deal these days."
David, however, tells him, "You don't know Susan.
She takes her vows very seriously. When she's committed, she'd
stick with him no matter how miserable he makes her.
That's why I hate sitting here - I wish there was something
I could do. Anything, just to stop her from
going through with it."
Debbie and Craig are outside the back door. Debbie is trying
to feed Rupert, but he refuses the carrot she's holding out to
him. David suddenly emerges from the house and Debbie asks him
if he could have a look at the rabbit. David asks what
the problem is. Debbie explains that he doesn't seem to be eating,
but he's not sick or anything. David suggests, "Maybe he
just doesn't like being in a cage. He's already had one
go at heading off." Debbie smiles, "I'd say the best
thing is to leave him alone, then; give him a chance to get used
to it." David, however, suggests, "Why don't you let
him go? If someone put you in a cage, with the best intentions
in the world, and gave you love and everything you wanted except
freedom, would you still be happy?" Debbie replies
uncertainly, "Maybe." David goes on, "Well, if
you feel that way, keep him. But if you don't, take him out to
the bush and let him go." With that, he walks off. Craig
looks at Debbie and tells her, "It wasn't just the rabbit
he was talking about." Debbie stares a him, a puzzled expression
on her face, and he clarifies, "Susan." Debbie murmurs,
"Oh yeah." She then looks at Rupert in his cage. After
a few seconds, she sighs heavily, "Well, I guess it's your
life, little fella." She lifts up the cage and says to Craig,
"You want to come for a walk?" As they head off to set
Rupert free, Craig muses, "I wish it was that simple for
Fiona arrives back at the mansion to find Andy standing in the
corridor. He tells Fiona immediately, "I've got to talk to
Glen." Fiona, unlocking the door to her room, asks, "What's
your problem?" Andy tells her, "I've come up with an
idea." Fiona asks, "What?" Andy, however, replies,
"It would save a lot of time if I could just talk to Glen
about it." Fiona assures him, "You'd be surprised how
quickly I can pass on messages. What is it?" Andy explains,
"Yesterday, I had to collect one of those bad debts Wayne
took on; ended up repossessing a bloke's ute; it would have put
him out of business for sure." Fiona mutters, "What
a charming way to make a living." Andy insists, "I don't
like doing it, but that's what I've got to do if you
and Alison want me to remain working for Wayne."
He continues, "Anyway, I thought we could use the debt-collecting
to show Susan what he's really like. Say if I had to kick an old
lady out of her house... Glen could get a journo and a photographer
there. A sob story in the newspapers with Wayne as the villain.
I reckon that'd work." Fiona muses, "Yeah.
Alright, I'll pass it on to Glen. You let me know when you set
up something." Andy, looking annoyed, asks, "Do you
realise how much I'm risking for you? - I mean, conning
Wayne. And you still don't trust me?" Fiona murmurs, "I
haven't said that." Andy, though, retorts, "You're
making pretty damn sure I don't find out where Glen is."
Fiona tells him impatiently, "The fact is, Andy, when you
lose people's trust you have to earn it again - and I'm sorry,
but that takes time." Andy mutters angrily, "Thanks
a lot." He then storms out.
As Andy emerges from Fiona's room, May walks in through the front
door and snaps at him, "Lost. Gone forever. I'll never see
my beautiful diamonds again." Andy asks, "Why?"
May cries agitatedly, "The police say if it was taken by
a professional thief it'll be broken in bits and sold
by now." Andy asks, "What about insurance?" May
yells, "You don't insure something that's irreplaceable.
Anyway, the premiums cost the earth." Fiona suddenly emerges
from her room and sighs, "Could we keep all this down to
a dull roar?" May, though, mutters, "Isn't that typical?
My most treasured possession is stolen and all she can
do is complain about the noise." Fiona asks, "What
possession?" May explains, "My haircomb. It's unique.
It's priceless. If I ever find who took it..." Fiona laughs,
"Nobody took it, May. You left it up in the reception
room this morning and I've hired it out." May gasps in horror,
"You what?" Fiona replies, "Well, it was
only costume jewellery." May glares at her and snaps, "Those
were genuine diamonds, you stupid woman. They're worth a fortune."
Looking shocked, Fiona insists, "It's perfectly safe, May."
May, however, snaps, "Get it back." Fiona sighs, "Alright,
alright." She then guides May into her room, telling her
as she does so, "I'll fix it." When they've gone, Andy
heads over to the payphone in the corridor, inserts a coin and
and dials a number. When it's answered, he says, "Yeah, Wayne,
it's me. There's no way she'll tell me where Glen is... She said
she'd pass it on." He listens and then says, "Yeah,
it could mean that - but if it doesn't... well who's
the go-between?" Further down the corridor, Fiona and May
re-emerge from Fiona's room, Fiona saying to May, "Now, you
know exactly what to do: just take that note over and give it
to him." May storms out. Andy stares at her and then tells
Wayne quickly on the 'phone, "Listen, I might have found
out who it is." With that, he hangs up and follows May out.
Fiona heads back into her room. The 'phone starts ringing and
she goes and answers it. Frances Mason comes on. She introduces
herself and explains, "I was wanting to get a message to
Glen. He gave me your number over lunch today." Fiona queries,
"Frances who?" Frances replies, "Mason.
I work at the embassy in Manila." She listens and then smiles,
"That's right... Yes, I know, it was petty of me." Fiona
asks, "So you're going to help him now?" Frances tells
her, "I already have - that's why I'm calling. I
got on to my boss over there and asked him to do some checking.
He tells me Maria's not even in the Philippines now -
she bought a house in Bali last week. I've got the address but
I'm afraid that's all I can do." Fiona smiles, "Thankyou,
Frances. Thankyou very much. You've just saved Glen a trip to
the wrong place."
Bert is sitting against a toilet block near the beach when Glen
runs up to him. He asks him how it's going. Bert tells him, "Fine.
Princess finally showed - she's in the shed getting changed. No
sign of the Marauder, though; I might have known she'd
try some smart stunt like this." Glen looks around and spots
May approaching. He tells Bert, "Here comes May - Fiona's
partner." Bert mutters, "Oh hell - I only hired the
damn comb for an hour. She's going to want extra for
the thing." Glen then spots Andy following May and he murmurs,
"Oh no." He moves to stand in a position where Bert
is shielding him. May walks up to Bert and Glen and tells Bert
curtly, "I want my diamond haircomb back." Bert sighs,
"Yeah, look, we're having a few hassles. I've got to hire
it for another hour." May, however, retorts, "I want
it now. Mrs. Thompson has written a letter of explanation."
She hands over the note and adds, "It's my private property
and should never have been hired out." Bert looks at the
note but then tells May, "Lady, you've got to understand:
it's important to me; I've got costs incurred here."
A young, well-built women suddenly emerges from the toilet block.
Bert tells her, "Princey, we've got a bit of a hitch here:
the lady wants her haircomb back." Princess Python, taking
a step towards a cowering May, growls, "She wants what?"
From a hiding place behind a nearby car, Andy watches, but his
view is obscured as two men carry a windsail across in front of
him. By the toilet block, Princess Python is saying in a pleading
voice, "It's one of the prettiest things I've ever seen."
Glen tells May, "I think you can trust them, May. Of course,
if you take the comb back you'll have to refund the hire fee."
May laughs weakly and then says, "Well... I suppose it'll
be alright - but only for a little while." Princess Python
smiles, "Thanks, lady - I'll guard it with me life."
Glen then runs off. The two men put the windsail down, but all
Andy can see is May, Bert and Princess Python.
Debbie is sitting at the kitchen table at the country house,
looking at the newspaper. She's studying the racing pages and
talks about a couple of horses - Rosie's Choice and Bold
Enzyme - saying she'd have a bet on if she wasn't so broke.
Craig mutters, "Personal friends of yours, are they?"
Debbie tells him, "I did help train them."
Craig looks at her in surprise and comments that he didn't know
she was into horses. Debbie explains, "There was a stable
down from our farm. I used to help out there every weekend."
David and Doug come in from the hallway and Caroline, who's also
in the kitchen, smiles at them, "Guess who we just found
out is an expert on the gee-gees!" Debbie laughs, "I'm
not an expert, exactly." Caroline suggests that
they could have a little flutter. Doug asks Debbie what she recommends.
Debbie tells him, "Well, in the last, I'd say either Rosie's
Choice or Bold Enzyme." She then announces
that she'd better get back to work, and she heads outside. Craig
goes with her. The 'phone suddenly starts ringing and Caroline
answers it. After a few seconds, she tells David that it's Fiona
for him. He goes and picks up and asks, "How's tricks?"
Caroline goes and sits down at the table with Doug. He's picked
up the newspaper and he muses, "Rosie's Choice or
Bold Enzyme? Debbie must know something no one else
knows - have a look at the odds!" He shows Caroline the newspaper.
Caroline, however, says she's going to try a few dollars. On the
'phone, David exclaims, "That's great! How did you talk her
into it?" He listens and then says, "As long as he's
going. Tell him 'good luck'. OK, I'll see you later, Bye!"
He hangs up and then tells Caroline and Doug, "Alison's lending
some money to Glen to see Maria. Fiona's taking him out this afternoon
to get his passport and everything." Doug comments, "That's
a good omen. How about having a bet with us to celebrate?"
David, though, smiles, "Oh no, I've done my money on that
before, mate." Caroline pleads, "Just a few
dollars - to show that we've got confidence in Debbie...?"
David laughs, then reaches into his pocket and says, "I'll
see what I've got here!" He takes out a note and hands it
over. Doug asks him what his choice is. David, though, tells him,
"I'll let you. I've got to go into town to pick
some stuff up." With that, he heads out. Doug asks Caroline,
"Which one would you like?" Caroline tells
him, "I'll have $5 on each one - for a place!" Doug
smiles, then says, "I'm going to have Rosie's
Choice. David can have Bold Enzyme." With that,
he stands up and heads out.
Craig and Debbie are working just outside the back door and Craig
asks Debbie how come she never talked about horses before. She
shrugs, "It never seemed to come up, I guess." She then
adds wistfully, "I do miss them, though - or I miss Pepé,
at least. She was my mare back home. She was just about my best
friend for years." A drunken-sounding male voice
suddenly becomes apparent in the background and Craig comments
to Debbie, "It's Mr. Stark from down the road." Stark
lurches into view. He looks at Debbie and slurs, "Who are
you? Where's Harriet?" He then almost collapses. Craig catches
him, though, and Stark slurs, "It's young Craig! What can
I do for you?" Craig explains, "You're in the
wrong house!" Stark slurs, "I can't be - can
I?!" Craig and Debbie just grab an arm each and Craig tells
him, "We'll help you home."
Andy is talking on the 'phone in the corridor at the mansion,
saying, "It was a wild goose chase, mate: she was after a
bit of jewellery. I hung around in case it was a cover of some
sort, but no sign of Glen." Fiona suddenly emerges from her
room and Andy says down the 'phone quickly, "Yes, she does
live here. Can I take a message?" Fiona heads off and Andy
then tells Wayne, "Fiona's on her way out... Yes, she might.
I'd better get after her." He hangs up and follows Fiona
out through the front door.
Doug is sitting at the kitchen table at the country house, a
pile of money in front of him. Debbie comes in through the back
door and Caroline smiles, "Hero of the hour!" Debbie
looks surprised and asks, "Me?!" Doug explains, "Rosie's
Choice came in at 20/1. Thanks to your tip I made myself
a grand!" Debbie just stares at him and gasps, "You
bet $50 on my say-so?" Doug smiles, "'Fortune favours
the brave', I always say." Debbie asks, "What about
Bold Enzyme?" Caroline tells her, "Fourth.
I'm afraid that was the end of David's ten." Craig shrugs,
"Oh." He then goes on, "We just made some money
ourselves: Mr. Stark had a barney with his wife and got
so upset that he went and got himself blown!" Debbie adds,
"He wandered in here in no shape to drive, so we thought
we'd better take him home. His wife thought that he'd run off
or something; she was so pleased to see him she made us take $5
for the trouble!" Doug sits there and listens, a thoughtful
expression on his face.
Fiona is walking along a street. Andy is following her at a distance.
Fiona suddenly stumbles and she bends down by a car to adjust
the strap of her shoe. As she does so, she sees Andy's reflection
in the car's wing mirror. He's looking at a nearby house, pretending
not to be there. Standing up slowly, Fiona heads on her way. After
a few seconds, Andy looks round to see where she is - but finds
the footpath ahead empty. He runs off down the road, looking for
Fiona, but there's no sign. After a few seconds, Fiona steps out
from where she was hiding and shakes her head sadly.
In the kitchen at the country house, Doug is telling David, "I'm
serious, mate: with the law coming down so much on drink-driving
these days there's money in chauffeuring drunks home." David,
though, retorts, "I couldn't afford the uniform,
let alone the limo to go with it." Doug, however,
tells him, "All you need is a driver to run them home in
their own car - and a back-up driver and a small company car to
pick up and deliver your main driver. I reckon you could set it
up for a couple of grand." Caroline remarks, "Sounds
like a good idea." Doug smiles at her, "As a matter
of fact, I was thinking of you as the chauffeur."
He adds with a wink, "You'd look great in the uniform!"
Caroline, however, points out grimly, "The last time you
suggested that, I ended up as a rabbit!" Craig chips in,
"I wouldn't mind being a back-up driver; I'm getting
bored with the supermarket, anyway." Debbie adds, "I'd
help out any way I can." David, though, interjects quickly,
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Even if I could lease the market
garden - and I'd have to take Debbie's feelings into account there
- I still wouldn't be able to raise more than a thousand."
Doug suggests, "Add that to the thousand you won on the race
today and you're in business." David looks at him blankly
and asks, "Huh?" Doug tells him, "Your horse came
in, Dave. 100/1." David gasps, "You're kidding!"
Debbie starts to say, "Yeah, but I--" Craig interrupts
her quickly, though, and says, "Yeah, left the rest for dead!
Wish I knew where to find luck like that!" Doug,
still looking at David, goes on enthusiastically, "So, if
you like the idea, you've got the money to do it."
David smiles, "How about that?!" He then asks Debbie
what she thinks. She tells him, "I'd say: go for
it!" David then muses, "It'll have to wait for a bit,
though - I've got to go away on a trip for a few days." Doug
tells him, "Draw up the papers before you go and Craig can
get things moving." Craig nods enthusiastically, "You
bet!" Doug then suggests to Caroline that they'd better shake
a leg. Caroline picks up a suitcase and Debbie wishes her seriously,
"Good luck." Craig adds, "All the best, eh?"
David tells her, "It'll be alright." Caroline and Doug
head out. David looks at Craig and mouths again, "100/1?!"
It's nighttime, and May opens the door to the reception room
at the mansion. She escorts Caroline and Doug in, telling them,
"The room is a bit bare, I'm afraid, but at least it's spacious."
She then indicates across the room and adds, "The beds are
behind those folding doors when you need them. I'll get you some
clean sheets." She heads off. Doug and Caroline look around
the room. Caroline smiles at Doug weakly. He smiles back at her.
They then hug each other and Caroline says, "I love you,
Doug." Doug replies gently, "I've been trying to tell
you that for ages. You just wouldn't listen." Caroline
tells him softly, "What you did for David today was beautiful."
Doug replies in embarrassment, "Drop it, OK? What are mates
for?" Caroline stares into his eyes and says, "If
I go to prison, I'm going to miss you. I'm going to miss you so
much. I wish I could know if, before all this starts, if there
was something permanent I could look forward to when it's over."
Doug, however, tells her, "I love you, too - more than ever
I expected to love anybody - but you know the way I feel
about marriage. I'll give you anything in the world... but I just
can't give you that."
Andy walks in through the front door of the mansion to find his
belongings piled up in the hallway. Fiona comes downstairs and
Andy demands of her, "What are you doing?" Fiona glares
at him and snaps, "You'll have to do a lot better than that
if you want to keep tabs on me, young man." Andy asks 'innocently',
"What do you mean?" Fiona retorts, "You know perfectly
well. Quite frankly, Andy, I would not have believed it of you,
but as far as I am concerned, you've had your last chance. Now,
when you go running back to Wayne, you can give him a message
from me: Glen is so close to proving that Wayne concocted the
whole story about Maria's baby that it just doesn't matter. Now,
you take your things and you go." With that, she heads off
back to her room, leaving Andy standing in the corridor, looking