David carries Robert into the lounge room at Beryl's as Beryl
arrives home. He's laughing at his son, "Your mother's been
telling me Muriel's been spoiling you again!" They sit down
as Beryl mutters, "He's got as many toys in there
as he has in here. I think she buys a new one every time
she goes to the supermarket." David declares, "I
would do the same - if I could afford it." Beryl
comments more calmly, "She does go overboard a bit, but I'm
glad that she loves babysitting the little terror because it's
a godsend sometimes." David chuckles at Robert,
"Have you been a naughty boy, eh?" Beryl, however, snaps
suddenly, "Don't encourage him." David looks at her
in surprise and asks, "What's the matter, Curly?" Beryl,
however, replies quickly, "Nothing. It's not important."
Changing the subject, she then asks, "To what do I owe the
pleasure of this visit?" David tells her, "I need the
name of a good solicitor." Looking surprised, Beryl asks,
"What for?" David explains, "The insurance company
won't pay out the claim on the truck: they reckon I set the whole
thing up. I've got to take them to court to get my money."
Beryl gasps, "That could cost a fortune. There must
be some other way. Surely the police have a
report on it?" David nods, "They do, but apparently
they're not sure, either." Beryl, looking concerned,
suggests, "There's Tony Parker; we've used him before: he's
a good solicitor." David, however, muses, "We need someone
who specialises in insurance cases." Beryl tells
him mutedly, "I don't know anyone." She then says suddenly,
"Victor might: he had that case for their holiday
home last year, remember?" David nods, "That's a good
idea." Beryl declares, "Fine. Problem solved, then."
David looks at the expression on her face and sighs, "What's
the matter, Beryl? I know something's up." Beryl explains
hesitantly, "I went to see Craig's mother." David asks
in surprise, "How come you're involved?" Beryl
replies, "I didn't want to be, believe me, but when
he told me about it I just got the funny feeling she was pulling
the wool over his eyes, so I went to see her and I told her off.
Now, I don't know why but I'm upset about it." David smiles,
"We're two of a kind, Beryl: always getting mixed in someone
Craig is standing in the kitchen at the country house, writing
a note to Debbie. He places it on the table as Charlie comes in
through the back door and snaps, "Where's our little punk?
I'm going to rip her to shreds." Craig smiles, "I
presume you mean Ginny? Cool it, OK? She's not here: she's gone
back to Sydney. I dropped her at the airport about a couple of
hours ago. She'll nearly be there by now." Charlie, marching
over to the 'phone, growls, "Then she's going to have a big
surprise waiting for her." She starts dialling.
Alison is standing in the lounge room at Charlie's, holding Isabella,
when the 'phone starts ringing. She answers it and then smiles,
"Charlie, how are you?" She listens and adds, "By
the way, your new sofas have arrived. They look wonderful. They
had to be better than the last lot!" She listens
again and then says, "Ginny? No, she's not here." In
Melbourne, Charlie snaps, "As soon as she arrives, I want
you to throttle her. The scheming little punk has double-crossed
me." Ginny is just coming in through the front door at Charlie's
and she overhears Alison ask, "What do you mean 'double-crossed'
you?" Charlie explains, "She's not designing anything:
she's copying Justin Slade's collection." Alison
sighs, "Come on, Charlie... you sure?" Charlie insists,
"Darling, I've seen them - in Justin's Carlton shop
this morning." Alison tells her, "They can't
be the same, Charlie: Ginny wouldn't copy anything."
Charlie retorts, "I'm telling you: they are the
same. If they're not copied, at the very least she's selling stuff
to him as well as Lisa; that could be it, I suppose.
She's after the quick buck." She then declares, "She's
gone too far this time: outright betrayal is something I will
not tolerate. As soon as she comes in, I want you to give her
her marching orders." Alison tells her, "Don't worry,
I'll fix it." Ginny appears in the doorway at Charlie's.
Alison looks at her and then tells Charlie, "I have to go.
I'll see you later. Bye bye." She hangs up. Ginny walks over
to the drinks cabinet and starts packing some things into her
bag. Alison asks her what she's doing. Ginny snaps, "I'm
going before I'm told to get out." Alison, however, asks,
"Who said anything about getting out? You don't honestly
think I believe all that rubbish about you selling your
designs to Justin Slade? No, I think it's odds-on you've been
set up. Now all we have to do is work out a way to prove
A few moments later, Ginny asks, "What makes you so sure
I didn't do it?" Alison retorts, "Your ego
wouldn't let you copy anything - and once you'd done
all that hard work, you wouldn't let anyone else take the glory,
no matter how much cash they offered." She then
continues, "The first step is to find out who set you up.
I could make a few discreet enquiries." Ginny, however, tells
her curtly, "Thanks for the offer, but it's my problem
and I'll solve it my way." Alison comments, "Just
thought you might need some help." Ginny, however, picks
up the Yellow Pages and retorts, "I'm going to call the manufacturers."
Alison says quickly, "That's not going to do you
any good. If you don't mind me saying so, you're going about it
entirely the wrong way. You'd have a lot more luck if you forgot
the aggro and turned on a bit of charm. I've always found
it works wonders." Ginny snaps, "That's you,
not me." Alison sighs, "Fair enough."
Ginny hesitates and then says, "Um... how would you
go about turning on the charm?" Alison starts to say, "I'd
have to think about it, but I'd probably--" Ginny, however,
interrupts her and says, "No, let me. I'll figure it out."
Alison smiles at her and says, "Alright. You figure
A while later, Ginny is pacing up and down the lounge room floor
at Charlie's. Alison sighs at her, "If you're going to continue
to pace up and down could you at least do it behind this
couch - " she indicates the one she's sitting on " -
where the carpet's not so worn?" Ginny starts pacing behind
the other couch. After a few seconds, she murmurs, "Mmm..."
Alison asks her what she's come up with. Ginny, however, replies,
"Nothing: I've got something in my shoe." She then snaps,
"I know what I'd like to do: kick the world's teeth
in." Alison laughs, "Take it from one who's tried: it
doesn't work." She goes on, "I learnt a long time ago
the more you think about something, the less likely you are to
come up with an answer. Why don't you drop it for a while? It'll
all fall into place when you least expect it. Why don't you go
out and rage for the night?" Ginny smiles, "Now that's
an idea!" Alison muses, "It'll also give the carpet
time to recover!" She adds, "Go on: go and enjoy yourself."
With that, Ginny heads out, leaving Alison looking thoughtful.
Craig is cooking dinner in the kitchen at the country house when
Debbie walks in from the hallway. He asks her how she's feeling.
She insists, "I'm fine, Craig. One good sleep was all I needed,
OK?" She then asks him what he's been up to. Craig replies,
"Quite a bit, actually. Sit down and I'll tell you."
Debbie, however, suddenly spots a package by the 'phone and asks,
"What's this?" She goes and picks it up as Craig explains
that Ginny left it for her. Debbie opens it and finds a note inside.
She reads, "Dear Debbie, By the time you read this, I'll
be back in little old Sydney town. Sorry I had to rush off, but
something important came up. Hope you like the 'Get Well' present.
See you soon, Ginny." Debbie then takes out a pair of red
braces! Handing them to Craig, she laughs, "I think you'd
look better in these than I would!"
David is sitting having dinner with Beryl at her living room
table. He pours her another glass of wine, commenting as he does
so, "You were a little bit uptight there, for a while."
Beryl muses, "Yes. Makes me wonder whether I've done the
right thing." David, however, assures her, "Of course
you have. The last thing young Craig needs is to get mixed up
with a no-hoper. Hopefully, you'll scare her off." Beryl
sighs, "Hopefully." David adds, "I'll tell you
one thing: she'll get plenty from me if she comes round
to my place again." Beryl tells him, "I
don't want to see her again either. Once is enough, thankyou."
David chuckles, "Met your match, did you, love?!" He
then smiles, "You haven't changed, Beryl. I know circumstances
may have forced you to get tough once in a while, but beneath
it all you're still a softy. You know, that's what attracted me
to you in the first place." Beryl muses, "Sometimes
I think I'm just a bit too soft for my own good. Still, I'm enjoying
being out of the rat race. It's nice to be just a plain, ordinary
mum again." David tells her, "Don't hit me for saying
it, but it's what you've always done best." Beryl
laughs, "It's what I've always had the most experience
at." David then says, "I was thinking before, when I
was playing with young Robert: it's a pity there's no kids in
the street his own age that he could play with." Beryl replies,
"The same thing's been worrying me. That's why I've
enrolled him in the local play centre. He starts tomorrow."
David comments, "That's a good idea. I'll give you a lift,
if you like." Beryl smiles, "Thankyou. It'll be nice
for him to have his mum and dad there on the first day."
Sometime later, David arrives back at the country house. Debbie
and Craig are in the kitchen, and Craig looks at David and remarks,
"You seem a lot brighter than you were this morning."
David explains, "I got the name of a good solicitor from
the bloke who lives next door to Beryl. I'll get in touch with
him first thing in the morning and get the drum on how to fight
the insurance company. Right now, I'm going to watch a bit of
TV." He heads off into the lounge room. When he's gone, Debbie
asks Craig in concern, "What's all this about insurance companies?"
Craig explains, "They aren't going to pay out on David's
truck. They reckon he set it up." Debbie cries, "Oh
no..." Craig goes on, "A lot of things have
been happening today. Guess who turned up earlier? Mum."
Debbie stares at him and gasps, "Really?" Craig
nods, "Yeah. I wasn't that friendly with her, either. When
I thought about it later I felt a bit guilty. She told me where
I could find her, so I went down to see her today, but I missed
her. I'll try again tomorrow." Debbie, looking worried, sighs,
"Why, Craig?" Craig retorts, "Because
it's important to me." Debbie tells him, "You
know what she's like. You know what you've been through. I think
you're crazy." Craig snaps, "I might be, but
I can't just give her the thumbs-down without hearing her side
of the story." Debbie asks, "What difference will that
make?" Craig retorts, "I might understand a bit more."
Debbie insists, "I wish you wouldn't. It's a mistake."
Craig pauses and then says, "Alright. If you really don't
want me to, I won't see her." Debbie looks back at him and
then sighs, "No, you just can't do it for my sake.
If that's what you feel you have to do, then you'd better do it."
Craig gives her a loving hug.
The next morning, Craig and Debbie walk round the corner of a
street. There's a woman standing behind a stall ahead of them,
but it's not Ruby. Craig comments to Debbie in surprise, "She
doesn't seem to be here." He then approaches the
woman behind the stall and says, "Excuse me, I'm looking
for Ruby Hawkins. This is where she sets up her stall, isn't it?"
The woman replies, "It was, yeah." Craig queries,
"Was?" The woman tells him, "She's not coming back."
Craig retorts, "She told me if I wanted to see her this is
where she'd be." The woman just says, "I'm sorry, son."
Debbie suggests to Craig, "She's probably just decided to
move on somewhere else. You know what she's like: she's not reliable."
With that, she walks off. Craig stares at the woman again and
asks, "Are you sure she said she wouldn't be back?"
The woman tells him, "I'm positive. It was right after her
twin gave her heaps. She just packed up and shot through."
Craig, looking surprised, asks, "Did you say 'her twin'?"
The woman nods, "Yeah." From a few yards away, Debbie
calls, "Craig. Come on..." Craig walks over to her,
David is standing with Beryl in her kitchen as she finishes dressing
Robert. She asks David, "Does he look alright?" David
just smiles, "I don't know why you're being so fussy: give
him an hour at the centre and he'll be out in the sandpit with
the rest of the kids! Stop mollycoddling him." They head
into the lounge room as Beryl sighs, "Alright." David
tells her, "I know how you're feeling: we've been through
it with Kevin and Susan too. He's only going to be away for a
few hours." Beryl retorts, "Yes, but the first day's
always the hardest." She puts on her coat as David takes
Robert and smiles, "I reckon you're going to enjoy this,
cobber!" They head out.
Ginny joins Alison in the lounge room at Charlie's and asks,
"What's for breakfast?" Alison tells her, "The
usual: croissants and coffee. No grapefruit." Ginny groans,
"Isn't there any cereal?" Alison retorts, "I
think the nearest we've got's a bit of muesli." Ginny pulls
a face. Alison then asks her, "How did you go last night?
Did you come up with any answers?" Ginny says quickly, "Hundreds
- but I don't know which one's going to work best. Um... if those
sketches had been yours and you had them stolen,
where would you start?" Alison, however, just says,
"I have to go out for a while. I won't be long. If you do
decide to go out, will you please remember to lock the door?"
She stands up before adding, "In answer to your question:
if it were me I'd go straight to the top. Justin Slade owns the
label. He's the one I'd see." Ginny mutters, "The
last thing I want to do is crawl to some balding old businessman."
Alison points out curtly, "You asked for my advice."
Ginny retorts, "Yeah, well thanks." Alison heads out,
leaving Ginny looking thoughtful.
May and Fiona are sitting watching TV in Fiona's room at the
mansion. Connie Hogg is on TV, and May is gasping to Fiona, "It's
lot of lies. She was a prostitute, and not a very good
one at that." On the TV, the presenter says, "Thanks
a lot, Connie. Great memories of Sydney in the War years. Connie
Hogg's memoirs - The True Story of Lady Constance--"
May starts talking over him, growling, "The way she carries
on, you'd think butter wouldn't melt in her mouth." Fiona
reaches across suddenly and switches the TV off. May gasps, "What
did you do that for? I was watching that!"
Fiona retorts, "You are going to give yourself a heart
attack if you go on like this. Just because the woman you
hate most in the world has written a bestselling autobiography--"
May interrupts and sighs, "Yes, yes, I know I shouldn't
watch it, but I can't help myself." Alison walks
in from the hallway suddenly as Fiona tells May, "You're
not gong to watch it here." May retorts, "Then
I shall go to the recreation room." She storms off. When
she's gone, Alison muses to Fiona, "I'm glad to see I'm not
the only one with problems." Fiona laughs, "It's
just too silly to even mention. Let's just say May won't
be told." Alison comments, "I've got someone at home,
a third her age, who's exactly the same!" Fiona
asks, "Who, Ginny?" Alison nods, "Mmm." She
then adds, "Mind you, when I was her age, I think
I was a bit like that too: I wouldn't listen." Fiona gives
her a look! Alison continues, "So, I'm afraid, like me, she's
going to have to learn the hard way - the only difference being
when she falls flat on her face I'll be around
to pick up the pieces." Fiona smiles, "That's youth
for you. With May it's a little bit different - although sometimes
I think she is going through her second youth."
At that moment, May walks back in and says, "You're quite
right, Fiona: I shouldn't get upset by that jumped-up little tramp!
I shall go and read some poetry to calm myself down." With
that, she heads off to her room. Fiona looks at Alison and suggests,
"Let's get down to business." She hands her a sheet
Craig is sitting on the path outside the front door at Beryl's.
He stands up as Beryl approaches. She smiles, "Hello. What
are you doing here?" She opens the door as Craig
replies, "I've been waiting to see you." They head inside,
into the lounge room, and Beryl asks, "What's the problem?"
Craig snaps at her, "Thanks for mucking everything up."
Beryl asks in surprise, "Sorry?" Craig growls, "You
went to see mum, didn't you? Told her to keep
away from me." Beryl insists, "Only for your own good."
Craig gasps, "You were the one who told me it had
to be my decision - so why did you go and stick your
nose in?" Beryl sighs, "You're letting your emotions
cloud your reason. She did only go to see how much money
she could con out of you. She almost admitted it, so
don't think motherly love had anything--" Craig interrupts
and points out, "Almost admitted it. She didn't,
in other words. Right? It's just what you want to believe. You're
the one who's biased. You don't like it because she doesn't conform
to your idea of proper behaviour. Well, I don't go along with
that. I'm going to find her and I'm going to get to know her -
and this time, stay out of it, OK?" With that, he storms
off, leaving Beryl looking worried.
At the country house, David is talking on the 'phone in the kitchen,
saying, "I'll see you at half past four, then." He hangs
up and Debbie comments, "Wow! You were lucky to get in so
soon." David explains, "They had a cancellation."
The back door opens suddenly and Beryl walks in. She says, "I've
come to see Craig. Is he around?" David replies, "No.
Why?" Beryl explains, "He found out I'd visited Ruby.
He was waiting for me when I got back after the play centre. He
was furious when he left; I thought he would have come
back here." David tells her, "Not yet, no."
Beryl insists, "Someone's got to make him see reason.
He can't keep turning a blind eye to what Ruby's really like."
Debbie, looking puzzled, comments, "I wonder why he didn't
tell me any of this. I went with him to find Ruby, but
some stallholder just said she'd upped and left." David suggests,
"If she's buzzed-off, there's nothing much Craig can do."
Beryl points out, "He can speak to Jean: she might
know where Ruby is." David, however, tells her, "The
kid's probably off somewhere just letting off some steam. I'll
straighten him out when he gets home." Beryl warns, "He's
a very determined young man, David." David insists, "I
can be very determined too, when I have to be. Now, you just go
home and stop worrying about it." Beryl sighs, "Alright."
David then tells her, "I'm going to the solicitor's now.
Do you want a lift or are you happy with the bus?!" They
head out together, leaving Debbie looking worried.
Ginny opens the front door at Charlie's to find a suave-looking
young man standing there. Ginny is dressed in smart, sober clothes,
and she says to the man, "Hello. Are you Justin Slade?"
The man nods, "Yes." Ginny tells him, "I'm Mrs.
Bartlett's secretary. Come in - we've been expecting you."
She lets him in and they head into the lounge room. As they do
so, Slade asks, "Have you any idea why Mrs. Bartlett wants
to see me?" Ginny, however, replies, "Sorry - she confides
me with most things, but this time...; she should be
home any minute, though. Can I get you a drink while you're waiting?"
Slade smiles, "Thankyou." Ginny asks him what he'd like.
He replies, "Scotch and water. No ice." He sits down
as Ginny makes up the drink. She then hands it to him and he smiles,
"Cheers." He takes a sip from the glass and then coughs
slightly, before commenting, "You certainly mix a lethal
drink." Ginny asks, "Too strong?" Slade assures
her, "Don't worry. I'll manage." Ginny looks at him,
a smirk on her face.
Fiona is sitting at the desk in her room at the mansion, adding
up some figures, but looking frustrated. May is sitting on the
couch and calls over, "Having a few problems, are we?"
Fiona sighs, "I can't get the books to balance. They were
alright until Alison found a mistake; now I can't get them to
add up properly." There's suddenly a knock on the door. Fiona
calls, "Come on in." Charlie's voice, however, calls
back, "You'll have to open-up." May goes and opens the
door and Charlie walks in, her handbag in one hand and a package
in the other. Fiona smiles, "What a lovely surprise!"
Charlie beams, "Hello, Fiona, darling. I can't stay - I'm
on my way home from the airport. I'm just dropping off a present
from Beryl." She puts down the package. Fiona insists, "You
didn't have to do that." Charlie, however, tells her, "If
I'd left it in the house for one minute, I'd have been tempting
fate!" Fiona asks in surprise, "Why? What is it?"
Charlie replies, "Beryl's home-made jam! I have enough trouble
keeping slim as it is." With that, she walks back
to the door, explaining, "Alison's waiting in the car."
She trills, "Bye!" and heads back out.
At Charlie's, Justin Slade stands up, hands Ginny his glass and
suggests, "Maybe we should just forget about this appointment
and I'll come back when Mrs. Bartlett's here?" Ginny replies
quickly, "She said she wouldn't be long. Let me freshen up
your drink." Slade nods, "Just one more." As Ginny
pours the drink, she says casually, "I suppose you're like
us, at the moment: up to your ears, getting the new summer range
out?" Slade, however, replies, "We're almost finished.
We'll be starting to think about winter in the next few
weeks." Ginny asks, "What look's going to be the 'in
thing' next season?" Slade, though, suggests, "I think
you should be asking Mrs. Bartlett that." He then
sighs, "Look, I'd really better go. Get her to ring me at
the office to fix another time." At that moment, though,
the front door opens and Charlie's voice calls, "Isabella!"
She walks into the lounge room and, finding Ginny standing there,
snaps, "What are you doing?" Slade comments
to Charlie, "Took your time, didn't you?" Charlie ignores
him and growls at Ginny, "How dare you entertain
that man in my house - and in my clothes, too."
Ginny protests, "I can explain." Slade asks Charlie,
"Didn't you want to see me about something?" Charlie
retorts, "No." She then tells Ginny, "Don't try
and bluff your way out of it - I can see what's been going on:
you two have been working together." Ginny growls,
"We have not." Slade asks Ginny, "What's
she carrying on about?" Charlie snaps, "It's no use
arguing, Ginny. I caught you, red-handed." Alison walks in,
suddenly, a smile on her face, and Slade stares at her in surprise.
He walks over to her and says quietly, "G'day. Long time.
Maybe we can get together for a drink when things aren't quite
so heated?" Alison smiles, "I'm sure we can. Slade adds,
"It's time I left." With that, he heads off. Charlie
is still ranting at Ginny, "You may have pulled the wool
over my eyes before, but you've come to the end of the
line, Miss. Doyle, so take my clothes off, pack your bags and
go." Ginny stares at her and then marches out towards
the hallway. As she does so, Alison says suddenly to Charlie,
"If she goes, I go as well." Charlie stares
at her in surprise.