Susan laughs happily as Wayne puts her down. He then asks in
surprise, "Why didn't you tell me?!" Susan
replies, "One bundle of nerves around the house is enough!"
Wayne sighs, "I should have guessed: it's not like you to
be out of sorts." Susan, though, assures him, "You've
seen the last of that old grouch. I couldn't be happier now -
I want this baby so much." She cuddles up to him - but Wayne
then says suddenly, "What if it's twins?!" Susan points
out, "If dad can do it...!" Wayne goes on,
"Why stop at two? We could have triplets! One for
you, one for me and one for granddad! This is going to make his
day!" He steps towards the 'phone, but Susan says, sounding
suddenly nervous again, "Can't we keep the news to ourselves
for a while?" Wayne, however, asks, "What for?! I want
the whole world to know!" He starts dialling on
the 'phone as Susan stands next to him, looking worried.
Charlie and Gordon are just arriving back at Woombai with a pile
of shopping bags. The 'phone is ringing, but it stops just as
Gordon goes to pick it up. Charlie tells him, "It was probably
Owen. He called earlier: said he was sending a surprise over for
the Nature Reserve." Gordon muses, "I don't think I
want to be surprised by Owen!" Charlie
picks up Isabella and starts fussing over her. She then tells
Gordon that Isabella has had the sulks ever since Don Juan was
sent packing. Gordon queries, "Don Juan?!" Charlie clarifies,
"Diefer! He's the type that could get a girl into a lot of
trouble." Gordon asks her why she doesn't let Isabella get
it out of her system with a blue-blooded Don Juan. Charlie
considers it and then smiles, "If I do, you'll have pick
of the litter!" Gordon, however, smiles dubiously, "Er...
I don't think that Maltese are exactly my sort of dogs!"
Charlie, though, enthuses, "But darling, they're wonderful
with the kiddywinks, and now Susan's... married... she and Wayne
will want to start a family." Gordon, however, just says
quietly, "We'll see. I think I might go for a walk."
With that, he heads out, leaving Charlie looking surprised. She
looks at Isabella and comments to her, "He's as bad as you
are, lately. Do you think he could be lovesick too?!"
Fiona is doing some paperwork in her room at the mansion with
Caroline wanders in with a young man. She's saying to him, "I
don't run the place, Danny; I'm a model." Danny
smarms, "I should have guessed!" Caroline then introduces
Fiona to him and explains that she's the manager. Danny introduces
himself as Danny Marks. He has a noticeable American accent, and
Fiona asks him what he's doing so far from home. Danny explains,
"My dad's company transferred him over here and when he went
home I stayed on to finish my law course." Fiona comments,
"That's a tough subject." Danny smiles, "I do alright!
I'm always in the top three. I figure I ought to be raking
in the money when I graduate!" Fiona comments, "And
in the meantime you need a nice, cheap room?!" Danny smiles,
"Right on!" With that, Fiona leads him out to show him
the room. As soon as she's left on her own, Caroline grabs the
key to the storeroom and goes and unlocks it. She heads in there
and removes one of Glen's bags. She unzips it and starts going
through it - just as Fiona comes back in, saying, "I've a
mind like a sieve: these curtains were for Danny's--" She
breaks off as she spots Caroline's behaviour, and she asks curtly,
"What are you doing with Glen's bag?" Caroline removes
a crash helmet from the bag and replies quickly, "Glen said
I could borrow this." Fiona asks suspiciously, "Why?
Is the plaster falling off your ceiling?" Caroline replies,
"I told my model agency that I could ride a motorbike."
Fiona sighs, "Oh Lord..." Caroline goes on, "I
could have some more modelling jobs if I could ride a bike...
which is why I need this, OK?" Fiona tells her, "I still
don't think you should go through Glen's things when he's not
here. Just make sure the bag is locked safely away in the storeroom
again when you've finished." Caroline nods, "I will."
With that, Fiona heads back out. Caroline returns to going through
the bag. After a few seconds, she comes across a packet of photos.
She removes one, which shows Glen holding up a fishing rod and
a boot that he's caught! Caroline smiles at it in delight...
Glen and Alison pull up in Glen's car outside a cabin. As the
two of them climb out, Glen sighs, "'We have to keep a low
profile', she says - so we go straight to one of the biggest tourist
attractions in the area!" They remove some bags of shopping
from the car. As they do so, Alison checks, "Are you sure
you didn't tell anyone about this place?" Glen insists, "Not
a soul. You're safe here, OK?" Alison still looks worried.
A short time later, Alison and Glen head inside the cabin. As
Alison looks round at the smart decor, she comments, "If
this is your idea of roughing it, I'm all for it! Who owns
this place?" Glen explains, "My family - we used to
spend all our holidays here when I was a kid." Alison wanders
over to a cabinet and tries opening it. It's locked, though, and
so she asks, "What's in there: the family jewels?!"
Glen, though, laughs, "Ammunition - they --" he indicates
three rifles hanging on the wall "-- wouldn't be much good
without it. They're my father's: he likes blood sports."
Alison then picks up a framed photo of a woman and man standing
together and, indicating the man, asks, "Is this him?"
Glen nods, "Yes." The 'phone suddenly rings once and
then stops. Alison jumps in concern. Glen, though, tells her quickly,
"Relax: it's a party line. If it was meant for us it would
keep on ringing, but as we haven't given anybody the number we
won't be getting any calls." Alison muses, "No wrong
numbers either, I hope - I don't think my nerves could stand
it." Glen smiles, "I've got just the cure for bad nerves:
some hard work." With that, he goes and picks up bundle of
bedding and, thrusting it at Alison, says, "There: you can
hang that out to air. And you can clean the stove before you start
cooking dinner, too." Alison muses, "I think I'd rather
stay neurotic! I'm not about to become Miss. Mop, thankyou."
With that, she hits Glen with a pillow! Glen hits her back with
another pillow and they start having a fight!
Charlie is sitting on the couch at the Woombai homestead, knitting
baby clothes, when Gordon walks in. She hides the knitting quickly.
Gordon is holding a Maltese dog, and Charlie looks at it and chastises,
"Who's a naughty girl, then? Where are your pink ribbons?"
Gordon, however, explains, "It isn't Isabella; it's a stray.
It followed me home." He hands it to Charlie and suggests,
"Maybe there's a 'phone number on the tag?" Charlie
has a look, but then says, "No, just a name: Koko. K-O-K-O.
The owner's a rotten speller: it should be C-O-C-O as in Coco
Chanel." She then starts fussing over Koko, smiling,
"She'll be a wonderful playmate for Isabella: keep her out
of mischief!" Gordon points out, "Until we find the
owner." Charlie nods, "Yes." She then calls for
Isabella, adding, "Mummy's got a surprise for you."
A car horn sounds suddenly outside and Gordon remarks that it
sounds like they have visitors. Charlie, putting Koko down on
the couch, comments, "I wonder if it's Owen's surprise!"
The two of them head outside.
As Gordon and Charlie emerge from the homestead, Gordon says,
"I'll put an ad in the local shop window - we'll find the
owner eventually." Charlie replies, "Oh well, I hope
that--" She breaks off suddenly and lets out a squeal as
she spots a camel standing on the ground a few yards away from
them! Gordon sighs, "Good grief..." Charlie, though,
enthuses, "Camel rides! What a brilliant idea!" She
then suggests, "Let's take it for a trial run!" Gordon
stares at her in horror!
Caroline is sitting in the reception room at the mansion, looking
at a photo of Glen's father holding a fishing rod. Janice walks
in suddenly and, glancing at the photo, asks, "Friend of
yours?" Caroline jumps in surprise and then gasps, "You
scared the living daylights out of me!" Janice suggests,
"You must have a guilty conscience!" She then looks
at the photo and comments, "It looks as though your friend's
a keen trout fisherman." Caroline asks in surprise, "How
can you tell?" Janice explains, "By the fly." Caroline
comments that she's quite an authority. Janice explains, "I
picked it up at one of Owen's lectures: he's a walking encyclopaedia,
that man." Caroline muses, "I should pick his brains,
then: find out where the best fishing is." Janice
asks, "You thinking of trying your luck, are you?" Caroline
nods, "If I can find the right spot." Janice tells her,
"You should ring the Fisheries Information Service: they'll
be able to suggest hundreds of good spots." Looking
disappointed, Caroline sighs, "Hundreds..." Fiona walks
in suddenly and says, "Caroline, your agent's on the 'phone
downstairs: I think they've got another job for you." Caroline
smiles, "Good!" and she walks off. When she's gone,
Janice tells Fiona, "I think she's set her sights on a sugar-daddy
who likes fishing." Fiona, however, retorts, " Don't
be ridiculous: she wouldn't give you tuppence for any
man at the moment, wealthy or otherwise." Janice tells her
curtly, "That's all you know: I saw her looking
at his photo." Fiona suggests, "Maybe it is a friend
- or someone who can give her a job." She goes to walk out,
but then notices that Bones' camp bed is still set up across the
room. She sighs that she told him to get rid of it. Janice, though,
explains that she said she'd do it. As the two women
go to start packing it away, Janice growls, "Caroline should
be ashamed of herself, pandering to some old fogey just
to keep him on-side." Fiona asks, "You think that's
wrong, huh?" Janice retorts, "Any right-minded person
would." Fiona goes on, "And you wouldn't
sink that low?" Janice retorts, "Certainly not."
Fiona comments, "So, you have been waiting on Bones hand-and-foot
purely out of the goodness of your heart with no thought at all
to getting him on-side because he could be useful to Owen?"
Janice, looking annoyed, snaps, "That's different: I wasn't
after anything for myself." Fiona retorts, "I
still think it's the pot calling the kettle black." Janice,
however, insists, "There's nothing wrong with doing a bit
of PR for a worthy cause. It's just like missionary work."
Fiona bursts out laughing suddenly and says, "You're getting
to sound more and more like me: you can talk your way
out of anything!" Janice smiles warmly, "I've
got a good teacher!"
At Woombai, the camel is being loaded back into a trailer. Charlie
is standing with Gordon, telling him, "I think you're a terrible
spoilsport." Gordon, however, retorts, "Camels are anti-social,
Charlie: they smell, they bite and they're not called 'the ships
of the desert' for nothing." The 'phone starts ringing inside
suddenly and Gordon heads off to get it. As he goes, Charlie calls
after him, "I still think it's a cute idea!"
A few moments later, Gordon sits down inside and picks up the
'phone. Susan - standing in the lounge room at Dural - comes on
and sighs, "Thank heavens. I was afraid you might
still be out." She then goes on, "I know I should have
called before now, but a lot's happened since we've talked. I've
found out I'm pregnant, Gordon." Gordon pauses and then murmurs,
"Oh God..." Susan continues, "I wanted to warn
you before Wayne got on to you; make sure you didn't say
anything." Gordon assures her, "I told you: I'd let
you break the news." Susan, however, cries, "How
can I tell him now?" Gordon points out, "It's
his life, Susan. He has a right to know."
Susan sighs, "He's so happy. I haven't got the heart
to spoil it for him - and you wouldn't, either, if you could see
him." Gordon insists, "I know it won't be easy - especially
now - but it has to be done." Susan cries, "Why? What
good would it do? There's no treatment he can have, and why let
him spend the next few years wondering whether or not he's got
an incurable disease?" Gordon tells her, "You've got
a point, but hard decisions must be made; I mean, he may not want
to bring a child into the world when he knows the disease
is hereditary." Susan retorts, "Nothing he can say would
ever stop me having my baby." Gordon, however, replies, "I
know it's a terrible choice to make, but you must give it a lot
of thought before you make a final decision." Susan retorts,
"I have - and I've decided it's worth taking the risk. We
both know that Huntington's chorea doesn't strike people until
they're in their thirties - and by then they'll probably have
found a cure." Gordon asks, "And if they haven't?"
Susan insists, "You can do a lot of living in thirty years.
There's no point in arguing about it, Gordon - I've made up my
mind; so please, don't spoil it for us. Promise me you won't say
anything to Wayne." At that moment, Wayne walks into the
lounge room and Susan says quickly down the 'phone, "He's
just come in, Gordon - I'll put him on." She hands over the
'phone to Wayne and says nervously, "I've told him you've
got good news to tell him." Wayne takes the 'phone and tells
his father, "It's not good news; it's great
news! Susan's going to have a baby!" Gordon just
says mutedly, "That's wonderful. Congratulations." Wayne
smiles, "I knew you'd be pleased..." He listens
and then says, "Yes, we've got a lot of celebrating
to do!" Susan looks at him in concern.
Sometime later, Wayne emerges from May's room at the mansion.
Caroline is walking along the corridor, holding a newspaper, and
Wayne tells her, "You timed it right: the champers is flowing;
it's on me. Susie's going to have a baby!" Caroline smiles,
"Congratulations!" Wayne replies, "Thanks. I knew
you'd be pleased." Caroline tells him grimly, "I'd be
even more pleased if this death threat wasn't hanging
over your head." Wayne, however, tells her, "They're
about to make an arrest any time, so stop being a party-pooper."
Caroline insists, "I just want you to be around when your
baby's born, and if Alison has her way..." Wayne
retorts, "I don't think she's behind those threats. I reckon
she's running scared." Caroline shrugs, "Maybe. Maybe
not. But if I were you I'd be trying to find out where
she was; keep her under surveillance, just in case." Wayne,
however, tells her, "I'll be too busy keeping Susie
under surveillance; I don't want her to over-do things. Stop worrying
and have a drink: everything's under control." With that,
he heads out, leaving Caroline looking thoughtful. After a few
seconds, she heads upstairs.
A short time later, Caroline is sitting in the reception room,
wearing a pair of thin gloves. She stuffs a sheet of paper into
an envelope, removes the gloves and then starts clearing away
a pile of newspapers and magazines on the coffee table in front
of her. Danny walks in suddenly and smiles, "Hello again!"
Caroline asks, "All settled in?" Danny nods, "I
was just on my way out to get a few groceries." Caroline
says quickly, "While you're out, I wonder if you'd mind dropping
this in a cab for me." She hands him the envelope. Danny
asks where it's going. Caroline hands him another, smaller envelope
and replies, "The address - and the money - are in here."
Danny smiles, "I'm on my way." He goes to head out,
but then stops and says, "Listen, if you're not doing anything
for dinner tonight..." Caroline, however, tells him, "I've
got a very early start in the morning, Danny." Danny smiles,
"I'll keep asking!" With that, he heads out, leaving
Caroline rolling her eyes!
Out in the corridor, Danny passes Janice and May. Janice is saying,
"If it's a boy, Wayne should call him George, after St. George!"
They head into the lounge room, where a tipsy-sounding Janice
says to Caroline, "We've been looking for you:
Wayne's having a baby!" Caroline muses humorously,
"I guess there's a first time for everything!" Janice
suddenly notices another photo of Glen's father on the coffee
table: he's standing by a map on a signpost. She comments, "That's
that fishy chap again - getting his bearings." May looks
at the photo and mutters, "Huh! I don't think much of that
map: can't read the writing without a magnifying glass."
Caroline, looking suddenly thoughtful, murmurs, "Of course...
I wonder if I could borrow yours?" May smiles, "Of course,
dear. I'll go and get it for you." She heads off. Janice
continues to stare at the photo and comments, "Looks like
a nice spot. Where was it taken?" Caroline tells her, "That's
what I'm just about to find out..."
Susan is hard at work washing the wall behind the bar in the
lounge room at Dural when Wayne walks in and demands lightheartedly,
"What do you think you're doing?" Susan tells
him, "Cleaning down the walls. Renovating." Wayne tells
her, "Leave it to the professionals!" He helps her down
from the ladder just as there's a knock on the front door. Wayne
comments, "I bet dad's sent you flowers." Susan goes
to the door, opens it, says, "Thankyou," closes it and
returns to the lounge room, holding an envelope. Wayne asks, "Was
I right?" Susan opens the envelope, takes out a sheet of
paper inside and reads it. A look of horror crosses her face as
she murmurs, "It's another death threat. He knows about the
baby, Wayne." Wayne takes the paper and reads the words that
have been made up from newspaper and magazine headlines: 'You'll
never live to see your child'.
Caroline is sipping from a glass of champagne in the reception
room at the mansion when Wayne walks in and thrusts the sheet
of paper at her. He growls, "This was just delivered."
Caroline looks at the sheet of paper and murmurs, "How awful.
Did you see who left it?" Wayne retorts, "Susie said
it came by cab, but she can't remember which company." He
goes on, "The whole place is like a fortress: I've
locked all the windows... the doors... Seeing that note really
wiped her out. Something like that could make her lose the baby."
Caroline tells him, "I'll bet that's just what Alison wants."
Wayne growls, "If I could get my hands on Alison now, I'd
kill her." Danny walks in suddenly. Caroline turns
to him and says quickly, "I'm sorry - this is private."
Danny smiles, "No problem - I'll catch up to you later."
He leaves the room again. When he's gone, Wayne asks Caroline,
"Who's that?" Caroline explains, "Just
a tenant: he's moved into Glen's room." Wayne sighs, "I
wish I knew where Glen had taken her." Caroline
looks at him and then looks down at the coffee table, 'guiltily'.
Wayne realises, "You know something, don't
you?" He follows Caroline's eyes to the table and spots the
photo of Glen's father standing by the map. He demands, "Is
this where they've gone?" Caroline nods, "Yes."
Wayne demands, "Why didn't you tell me?" Caroline
replies, "I've only just worked out where it is myself."
Wayne tells her, "I'm listening." Caroline retorts,
"I'll tell you when you've calmed down, OK?" Wayne,
however, growls, "I'll find out myself." With
that, he picks up the magnifying glass and starts using it to
figure out where Glen and Alison are. Caroline watches him, a
faint smile on her face. Wayne then growls, "Blake's Ridge."
He puts the photo and magnifying glass down and goes to head out.
Caroline warns quickly, "Please - don't do anything foolish."
Wayne just retorts, "Alison's the one who started
this." He then marches off, leaving Caroline looking pleased
Glen and Alison are out walking in the grounds at Blake's Ridge.
They pass some trees and Glen says, "I built myself a treehouse
up there. Used to sit and watch my brother trying to invent the
perfect rabbit trap!" As they pass another tree, Alison notices
a heart shape cut into it, together with the characters 'G.Y.
+ S.N.'. Glen explains with a smile, "Her name was Sally
Nelson: she was an eight-year-old's idea of perfection: her dad
owned the local cake shop!" Alison laughs, "Shame on
you!" Glen shrugs, "It didn't last: the day I OD'd on
cream cakes I decided she really wasn't my type!" Alison
smiles, "And they say women are fickle!" Glen,
however, murmurs, "Don't knock it: it sure makes life a hell
of a lot simpler if you can just love 'em and leave 'em."
With that, he walks on ahead, leaving Alison looking surprised.
It's nighttime, and Glen is sitting in the cabin with a cup of
tea, stirring it absentmindedly. Alison is sitting across from
him and she suggests, "It might help if you let it all hang
out." Glen, however, sighs, "Nothing will help
- I'll never get over Susan." Alison tells him,
"You're going to have to try." Glen insists,
"I have - and at times I think I'm even succeeding;
then something as silly as a childhood romance makes me think
of her and want her. How do I fall out of love?"
Alison murmurs, "You can't. You have to hope that one day
you'll wake up and it'll all be over." Glen asks, "How
do you cope?" Alison looks at him in surprise and
he explains, "You gave yourself away when Wayne was trying
to ruin David." Alison asks, "How?" Glen
explains, "Susan meant everything to me
but she was just a nice kid to you; you wouldn't have gone to
such lengths to try to stop the marriage if David wasn't important
to you." Alison muses, "I should have known
you weren't just a pretty face!" Glen offers, "I'll
shut up if you want me to." Alison, though, insists, "No,
no, it helps to talk to someone who understands. I just wish there
was something I could say to help." Glen tells her,
"I'll be alright in the morning." He then announces,
"I might just go for a walk." The 'phone rings suddenly,
just the once, and Glen adds quickly, "Unless you'd rather
I stuck around..." Alison, however, sighs, "No, no,
whoever tried to kill me is probably concentrating on Wayne now
that I've dropped out of sight." Glen muses, "If there's
any justice in the world..." He then sighs, "Sick,
isn't it, wishing that on someone just 'cos you want their wife?"
With that, he walks off, leaving Alison to mouth to herself, "Just
all too human..." She then puts down her cup of tea and sits
back. The 'phone suddenly starts ringing again - but this time
it carries on ringing. Alison stands up quickly and runs
to the door, calling, "Glen!" He's gone, though. The
'phone carries on ringing and Alison goes and stands by it, nervously.
After a few seconds, she picks it up. At the mansion, a gloved
hand switches on a tape player, the speaker of which is next to
the handset of the public 'phone. A distorted male voice starts
playing from the tape, saying, "Having a good holiday, Alison?"
At the shack, Alison cries, "Who are you? How did you know
I was here?" The tape just goes on, "Nice place you've
got there... with the round table and chairs, wall cabinet, family
photos, wooden floors... that lovely blue chair and the rifles
on the wall..." Alison cries down the 'phone in horror, "Why
are you doing this to me? What have I ever done to you?"
The voice on the tape just keeps going: "Too bad you won't
be around to enjoy it for long..." Alison yells
down the 'phone, "Answer me, damn you!" At
the mansion, the gloved hand turns off the tape player and lets
the 'phone handset dangle down onto the floor. At the shack, Alison
mouths, "God..." as she stands there looking terrified.