A short time later, Susan is treating Wayne's wound in the kitchen
as she gasps, "I don't believe it - it's just not
like him." Wayne tells her, "I thought I'd
make one last effort; try to get him to come round, somehow. He
went berserk." Susan asks warily if he tried to hit her father
first. Wayne insists, "No." Susan cries, "Dad doesn't
fight unless he's antagonised." Wayne 'assures' her, "I
was trying to get him on-side; not turn him against me even more."
Susan murmurs, "I'm sorry." She then adds, "You're
going to be bruised for a couple of days. "Wayne murmurs,
"I'll survive." Susan mutters, "Dad'll be lucky
if he does." Wayne suggests, "Maybe you should
just leave it?-It'll only make things worse." Susan, though,
retorts, "Huh! We're going to have it out with him whether
he likes it or not. He's got a hell of a lot to answer for."
With that, she goes to the sink to get some clean water. As she
turns her back to him, she doesn't notice the nasty grin that
crosses Wayne's face...
Fiona is adding up some figures on a sheet of paper in her room
at the mansion when the 'phone rings. She answers it, and Glen
comes on. She tells him that she was hoping he'd call.
She goes on, "I rang the Immigration Department and your
passport is ready. I thought I'd go in and pick it up this afternoon."
Talking from a public 'phonebox, Glen warns her, "Be careful
- Wayne's bound to have someone watching. I don't want you getting
yourself into any strife." Fiona assures him that she won't
let her guard down. She then asks him how he planned to pick
up his passport. Glen tells her, "I'll call you back
when I've arranged something. I've got an idea in mind. Wayne
may think he's smart but I'm one jump ahead of him." Fiona
sighs, "Don't you try and be too clever." She then adds
that she'll talk to him later on and she hangs up.
David walks from outside into the kitchen at the country house.
Susan is alone, doing some drying-up. David puts a box down on
the table and smiles at her, "I hope you still like sponge
cake - I've got one here covered in cream and strawberries!"
He then notices the expression on her face and asks, "What's
wrong?" Wayne suddenly appears in the hall doorway, standing
sideways and leaning against the frame. David snaps at Susan,
"What's he still doing here? I told him to clear
off." Susan retorts, "I know. We'll be leaving shortly."
David asks incredulously, "You're not going with
him?" Susan snaps, "I'm certainly not staying in the
same house with someone who goes around bashing people."
David asks in surprise, "What are you talking about?"
Susan retorts, "You - getting stuck into Wayne."
David laughs bitterly, "That's what he's done, is it? Come
running back to you because I gave him a tap on the snout?"
Susan indicates Wayne and growls, "You call that a tap?"
She goes and pulls Wayne into the room so that David can see the
full extent of his injuries. David doesn't even glance at him,
though, protesting instead, "I hardly touched him.
He took the first swing." Susan cries, "Look
at his face." David turns away and mutters, "I don't
want to look at him." Susan repeats forcefully,
"Look at him." David turns and looks at Wayne's
injuries. Susan goes on furiously, "A tap on the
snout? I'd hate to see what he'd look like if you really
got stuck into him. You disgust me." With that,
she picks up her jacket and she and Wayne head outside. David
follows them out to the courtyard, protesting,"I hardly laid
a finger on him. I don't know how that happened, but it had nothing
to do with me, OK?" Susan turns to Wayne and says
gently, "Please - wait in the car for a minute; I won't be
long." Wayne walks off. Susan then turns back to David and
cries, "I don't believe you, dad. You've got a bad temper
- I've seen it - and when you go off the deep end you're
capable of anything." David sighs, "OK, fair
enough - but you answer me one thing: have I ever lied
to you?" Susan looks down guiltily and David points out,
"No, I haven't, have I? So why should I start now? I didn't
get stuck into Wayne; it must have been someone else. If it had
been me, I would tell you. I wouldn't lie to you." Susan
cries, "You would do anything to break us up, though;
I mean, you were quite prepared to use emotional blackmail on
me just to get what you wanted." David snaps, "Because
Wayne's no good for you. I can't see why you can't see
that. You know what he's like." Susan retorts, "Yes,
I do - and I love him enough to marry him." David
sighs angrily, "Listen, girly, you don't know what you're
letting yourself in for." Susan snaps, "I think I do."
She goes to walk off. David calls, "Susan." Susan turns
back to him but says, "There's a difference, you know, between
loving and respecting someone. I love you, dad - I always will
- but after today... I'll never be able to respect you again -
and that makes me feel very sad." With that, she walks off.
David stands there looking worried.
A short time later, Beryl is talking on the 'phone on the bar
at Dural, saying, "You think Wayne deliberately had himself
bashed-up so you could get the blame for it? The man's mad."
David, in the kitchen at the country house, mutters, "You
don't have to tell me that." He then curses, "Dammit
- we almost got rid of him and now Susan reckons the marriage
is back on." Beryl points out, "They haven't tied the
knot yet, so don't let's give up hope. She's called it off once
before, so I think deep-down she's not really committed."
David mutters, "Let's keep our fingers crossed, I suppose."
He then asks, "You staying up in Sydney?" He listens
to the response before saying, "Yeah, I suppose it's best
to stay there and keep an eye on things." He adds, "Make
sure Wayne doesn't cause any problems for Glen - he still may
have a chance to pull the plug out on the mongrel." Beryl
nods, "There's every chance he will - he's leaving for Bali
tomorrow to try and find proof of whatever Wayne may have been
up to when he was over there." David tells her, "Wish
him luck. I wish there was something positive I could
do." He listens and then says, "Like what?" Beryl
tells him, "You just work out a way to protect yourself -
Wayne's threatened to wreck your trucking business." David,
however, growls, "Wayne has had all the wins he's getting
out of me. That I can promise you..."
Fiona is walking along a footpath. She glances at a young man
sitting leaning against a tree at the side of the road and then
Craig is looking at the cake that David placed on the kitchen
table at the country house. David joins him from the hallway and
Craig asks, "Someone's birthday?" David, sitting down,
mutters, "No, I, um... it's for you and Deb - you've been
doing such a good job lately. It's a way of saying thanks."
Craig smiles, "No worries." He sits down as David asks,
"Where is Deb?" Craig tells him, "In the
bedroom, getting changed. There's something she wants to show
you." David just murmurs, "I can't hang around too long
- I've got a lot to do this arvo. Now that Caroline's not going
to drive for me, I've got to find someone else."
At that moment, Debbie appears in the hall doorway, wearing her
new chauffeur's uniform. She smiles, "Ta-da! You've found
her!" David frowns in confusion. Debbie explains, "I've
just been out and got my Class C licence - and I've already spent
the money on a uniform, so you can't say 'no', can
you?!" Craig adds, "I reckon she'd be really good."
David looks at Debbie and asks, "Are you serious about this?"
Debbie nods, "Well yeah! That's why I went ahead
and bought the uniform." David, standing up, grins, "You're
on! As long as you can stick it out, you've got yourself a permanent
job!" Debbie smiles, "Thanks! That's great!" Craig
suggests, "What say we celebrate? Cut the cake." David,
though, tells them, "You two get stuck into it. I've
got to slip into town to see the accountant about this market
garden - get the lease sorted out. Then I've got to make arrangements
about selling the truck." He heads out. When he's gone, Debbie
sits down at the table and comments to Craig in surprise, "Why
does he want to sell the truck?" Craig shrugs, "Search
me - it's the first I knew of it."
There's a knock on the door of Fiona's room at the mansion and
Janice walks in. Fiona is arranging some flowers, and she tells
Janice, "I'm absolutely snowed-under here. I wonder if you
could do me a favour: I promised to go by the hairdresser and
pick up May's wig. Could you do it for me?" Janice,
though, says bluntly, "I'm sorry. I can't." Fiona insists,
"It'll only take you a minute or two." Janice, though,
explains, "I'm expecting Owen." Fiona says, "If
he comes by while you're out, I'll tell him where you are."
Janice, however, mutters, "I'd rather not, if you don't mind."
Fiona, looking surprised, retorts curtly, "I'm sorry I asked.
I didn't realise how much Owen was running your life. I only thought
you had a mind of your own." Janice retorts indignantly,
"I do." Fiona laughs, "It sure shows."
May walks up behind Janice as she growls at her aunt, "I
told Owen I would be here when he arrived. Now, if you can't tell
the difference between common courtesy and being under somebody's
thumb, you can't be all that bright." May gasps in surprise,
"Janice! That's not a very nice thing to say. What's going
on?" Janice turns to her and says, "Nothing. Owen's
due shortly, but I'm just popping out to get your wig, so if you
see him can you tell him where I am?" May nods, "Of
course, dear." Janice thanks her and heads out. May then
looks at Fiona and queries, "Nothing?" Fiona
muses, "Just a storm in a teacup." May crosses her arms
and sighs, "I don't take kindly to being fobbed-off, and
that's exactly what you're doing. Now, what's going on?"
Fiona hesitates and then explains, "You and I have forced
Janice into a corner - or, more to the point, we've forced her
into the clutches of Owen Brooke. Deep down, she doesn't like
him - but she is persistent in her pretence that she does, a)
because I interfered and told her to drop him; and b) because
she realises that if she gives him the heave-ho now, you're going
to miss out on your invitation to the ball, and she cares enough
not to want to put your evening at risk. Janice feels trapped,
and that's what all the tension's about." May asks, "Why
on earth didn't you say something before?" Fiona
sighs, "I'm already in the girl's bad books; I didn't want
to make it any worse by poking my nose in any further. Besides
which, I want to see you go to the ball, too, Cinderella!"
May smiles warmly, "Thankyou, dear." She then adds,
"There's really nothing to worry about, though: when I put
my mind to it, I can have my cake and eat it, too." Fiona,
looking confused, comments, "You've lost me." May tells
her, "I'll still go to the ball, but I'll also put a spanner
in the works for Mr. Brooke." She goes to walk off, but Fiona
says quickly, "Hold it, May. If Janice smells a rat, she's
going to dig her heels in even further." May just smiles,
"We'll just have to make quite sure that she doesn't
smell a rat, won't we?!" She adds, "Just remember
who you're talking to, my girl: the smartest parlour operator
ever to come out of World War II! Now, I used my brains then and
I'll use them again to trip-up 'his nibs'!" Fiona laughs,
"Darling, I don't know what I would do without you - sometimes!"
Maggie is talking on the 'phone in Gordon's room at Seabreeze
Towers, saying, "Thanks for your help. I'll think about it
and let you know." Gordon suddenly comes in through the front
door and Maggie hangs up and tells him quickly that the money
for the 'phone's on the table. Gordon, though, smiles, "I
think I can afford one call!" Maggie goes on, "I was
talking to an insurance salesman about some life insurance. They
say I have to have a medical examination." Gordon nods, "That's
the usual procedure - but don't worry about it; I'm sure you'll
come through with flying colours." Maggie mutters, "I'm
glad you think so. I told them I'd think about it."
Gordon comments, "You're not scared of going to a doctor,
are you?" Maggie retorts, "Of course not." Gordon
indicates the 'phone and tells her, "Go ahead. Make an appointment."
Maggie, however, snaps, "Stop pushing. I'll do it when I'm
good and ready." She heads into the kitchen area. Changing
the subject, Gordon indicates a long cardboard tube that he's
holding and he smiles, "I bet you can't guess what I've got
here." Maggie just retorts sarcastically, "I wasn't
born with x-ray vision." Gordon tells her, "It's a present
- for Cassie. It's a kite." Maggie, looking horrified, demands,
"What did that cost?" Gordon just replies,
"That's my business." Maggie mutters, "It
must have set you back quite a bit. That's silly, spending
that much money on a nine-year-old girl." Gordon insists,
"I can afford it." Maggie, though, retorts, "I
don't care whether you can afford it or not; she's not
having it. Cassie and I have never looked for handouts from anyone
and we're not about to start now." Gordon sighs,
"Maggie, this is not a handout, it's a present for your daughter."
Maggie snaps, "Call it what you like; she's not having it
- that's all there is to it." Gordon mutters, "For God's
sake, stop being so pig-headed. This so-called pride of yours
is insulting to me and it's totally unfair to Cassie.
She'll love the kite and there's no reason on Earth why
she shouldn't have it." Maggie retorts, "Yes there is:
her mother says 'no'. That is the end of the matter. Keep your
present; Cassie doesn't need it." With that, she storms out,
leaving Gordon looking puzzled.
Beryl and Robert are sitting with Fiona in her room at the mansion.
As Beryl prepares some baby food, Fiona comments to her wearily,
"In a world of change, it's good to see that some things
don't. Wayne will never be any different. He's evil.
It's as simple as that." Beryl tells her, "I agree,
but recognising the problem doesn't necessarily solve
it. Susie is set to marry him. I told David Glen would come up
with something to make him pull his head in, but it's me
I'm trying to convince." Fiona smiles, "Glen will come
through - we just have to give him all the help we can; make sure
he gets the dirt on Wayne in time to stop the wedding." Beryl
sighs, "I hope he does." She then adds, "I
don't know what I'm going to do when I see Wayne - when
he comes back with Susan. It's going to take all my strength not
to slap him down and tell him what I really think."
She then hands Fiona the bowl of Robert's food and Fiona starts
feeding it to the toddler. As she does so, she goes on, "He
had me trailed this afternoon - Wayne. I had gone out to go and
pick up Glen's passport... took me a while to twig... I mean,
who would suspect this young teenager, wearing one of those radio
things and carrying a skateboard?" Beryl comments, "You
lost him before you got to the passport office?" Fiona laughs,
"Oh yes. Once bitten..." Beryl sighs, "I feel so
useless. I wish I could do something instead of just
sitting here talking about it." Fiona asks, "Would you
mind if May babysat Robert for a couple of hours?" Beryl
asks in surprise, "What for?" Fiona explains, "You
could do something to help me. I think maybe it would stop you
from feeling so useless..."
May is in her room next door. There's suddenly a knock on the
door and she answers it to find Owen standing there. She tells
him curtly, "If you're looking for Janice, she's out - but
she won't be long." Owen, though, replies, "It's you
I've come to see, actually." May invites him in and adds,
"This is just a social call, is it?" Owen replies, "More
or less. Any friend of Janice's..." May concludes, "You'd
like to be a friend of yours..." Owen nods, "Exactly.
The trouble is, we don't know each other very well and I'd like
to change that." May sits down at the table and
smiles, "Janice would be pleased if you and I are going to
be friends. It would probably bring you two closer together."
Owen mutters, "We're close now." May says quickly,
"I know, I know - it's quite obvious Janice is the girl for
you; I can tell when I see you together. It's just that, sometimes,
I get the feeling--" She breaks off. Owen asks, "What?"
May murmurs, "It doesn't matter." Owen, however, insists,
"Tell me - please." May sighs and goes on,
"Sometimes, I get the feeling that... well, I could be wrong,
but... do you ever feel that there's a reserve with Janice;
that she's unsure?" Owen nods eagerly, "Yes. Yes, I
do. You know, sometimes I feel that she is as keen on me as I
am on her. But then she backs off and..." He adds quickly,
"But that hardly ever happens... very rare." May muses,
"Just now and again." Owen replies, "Yes."
May then offers, "Would you like me to help you?" Owen
sits down and asks, "How?" May tells him, "Janice
and I are very close. I know how she thinks, and I could advise
you how best you could help her overcome any doubts she may have
about your relationship." Owen asks enthusiastically, "Would
you?" May smiles, "It would be my very great pleasure,
Owen, believe me! Besides, I owe you a favour - the invitation
to your mother's ball: it was very thoughtful of you." At
that moment, there's a knock on the door and Janice walks in,
carrying a hat box. Owen stands up for her and Janice hands the
box to May. She then tells Owen sincerely, "I'm sorry I wasn't
here when you arrived." Owen, however, assures her, "That's
quite alright. It gave Miss. Walters and I a chance to have a
little chat. We've decided to become friends - and I think we've
made a very good start. Don't you, Mrs. Walters?"
He looks at May and she beams, "We certainly have!"
Janice smiles, "That's wonderful - I want you to
be friends." Owen suggests to May, "I think you and
I could drink to that, Mrs. Walters." May grins, "I'm
sure of it!"
A short time later, May walks into Fiona's room. Beryl is still
sitting with Fiona. May is carrying her hatbox, and she declares,
"I've fixed it, Fiona. I've solved your problem!" Fiona
asks warily, "What have you fixed?" May explains,
"Janice and Owen: I told him I'd advise him how best to court
Janice, but with the advice I have in mind, he's going
to be lucky if she ends up talking to him, let alone
marrying him!" Fiona asks, "How did you get
Owen to take your advice?" May replies, "The man's a
fool - he's just so--" She breaks off as she flips open the
lid of the hatbox and stares at her wig in horror. She lifts it
out; it's been covered in several different bright colours of
hair spray!" May stares at it and gasps, "What have
they done? It's ruined. It's absolutely ruined.
I can't wear that to the ball; I'll look like the wild
woman from Borneo!" The 'phone starts ringing and Fiona goes
to answer it. May carries on crying to Beryl, "It'll just
never be the same again." On the 'phone, Fiona asks the caller
to hold on a moment. She then turns to May and asks for some shush.
Returning to the 'phone, she asks, "Hello? Who is it?"
From a 'phonebox, the reply comes, "It's me: Glen. I've worked
out how I'm going to pick up the passport." Fiona listens
and then says, "OK, then. Bye bye." She turns to Beryl
and announces, "We're on our way!"
Sometime later, Fiona and Beryl are wandering slowly along a
footpath, Fiona telling Beryl as they do so, "We've got plenty
of time. There's no need to hurry." She suddenly becomes
aware of a young man walking slowly on the other side of the road.
He's carrying a skateboard. She murmurs to Beryl, "We're
being followed. Don't look - just keep walking. On the other side
of the road... it's the same kid who trailed me before."
She then adds, "I hope this works..."
A while later, Fiona and Beryl are standing next to a bench at
the side of the road. They're both carrying several bags of shopping,
and Fiona says loudly, "My arms are falling off!" She
and Beryl sit down. The teenager skates past behind them as Beryl
offers Fiona a banana. Fiona declines, but then takes out a newspaper,
commenting as she does so that she never knows why she buys an
afternoon paper as there's never anything in it! The teenager
sits down at the side of the road a few feet away from them. He's
wearing dark glasses and has headphones on.
Gordon takes a cake out of the oven in his room at Seabreeze
Towers and looks at it triumphantly. There's suddenly a knock
on the door and he opens it to find Maggie and Cassie standing
there. He invites them in. Maggie tells him, "We won't keep
you long." She then goes on, "I was wrong: what I said
earlier... you were right - sometimes I do let pride
get in the way. I'm sorry." Gordon assures her, "It's
over and forgotten." He then bends down to Cassie and asks,
"Did mummy let-on that I bought you a present?" Cassie
shakes her head vigorously. Gordon tells her, "I did. I hope
you like it. It's over there." Cassie runs over to where
the cardboard tube is and starts opening it. Gordon then tells
Maggie that he tried out her recipe for teacake. He invites her
and Cassie to hang around while it cools. Maggie thanks him. Over
on the couch, Cassie looks at her present and exclaims, "It's
a kite! Thankyou! It's just what I wanted!" Gordon smiles,
"As long as it makes you happy, Cassie, that's the main thing."
Cassie assures him eagerly, "It does! It does!"
The teenager on the skateboard is skating along slowly on the
opposite side of the road to where Fiona and Beryl are sitting.
Fiona is still looking at her newspaper. Beryl asks her quietly,
"What's he doing now?" Fiona murmurs, "He's
probably bored. Or maybe he's going home. Or maybe he's going
to watch us from the other side of the road. Or maybe he's finished
his shift and someone else is going to take over from hereon in."
She adds, "Anyway, come on, let's go." The two of them
stand up and Beryl goes and drops her banana skin into a nearby
waste bin, smiling, "Do the right thing!" Fiona suggests
to her, "We could probably get a taxi down at the intersection.
How about we take a cab back to the mansion?" Beryl smiles,
"Why not? Who cares if we can't afford it?!" Fiona then
drops her newspaper into the waste bin and the two of them walk
off. A few seconds later, a motorcycle pulls up next to the bin,
the rider's hand reaches for the newspaper, picks it out of the
bin and the motorcyclist rides off.
A short time later, the motorcyclist pulls to a halt at the side
of the road. He unwraps the newspaper to reveal a passport in
the middle. The passport contains a photo of Glen.
Wayne is looking at the mail piled up on the hall table at Dural.
Susan comes downstairs and tells him, "Everyone seems to
be out." Wayne muses, "Oh well. Gives us a chance to
be on our own." Susan joins him and asks, "How's the
face?" Wayne replies, "Sore." Susan suggests, "Why
don't you take a couple of days off work? Give the swelling a
chance to go down?" Wayne agrees, "Not a bad idea."
As he goes through the mail, he comes across a letter and he smiles,
"I was hoping this had turned up." He opens
it, adding as he does so, "Who says you can't hurry-up
the public service?!" He shows Susan the letter and explains,
"Our marriage licence." Susan, looking surprised, comments,
"You organised that early." Wayne tells her,
"I just wanted to make sure we had it. I had a nightmare:
it was the day of the wedding and no one would give us a licence."
Susan smiles, "That's silly!" They head into
the lounge room as Wayne goes on, "There are plenty of people
who don't want us to get married: your father... your
mum, if she was honest enough to admit it... half the guests at
the church are going to be hoping you leave me standing at the
alter. The wedding is going to be a shambles; I can see it sticking
out a mile." Susan asks warily, "What are you trying
to do? Give a girl a bad case of the jitters?" Wayne replies
quickly, "That's exactly what I don't want. If people
can't handle us getting married, that's their problem,
not ours. Why should we have to put up with their flak?
We don't deserve it." He then suggests, "Let's elope;
go off and get married by ourselves. What do you say?" A
look of surprise crosses Susan's face...