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    Written by: Bruce Hancock   Produced by: Posie Jacobs   Directed by: Alister Smart

At the homestead, Susan is sitting in the lounge room, cutting out a photo from a baby magazine. Wayne marches in suddenly, muttering, "She's too much." Susan asks in surprise, "Who?" Wayne retorts, "Mrs. Burns." Susan looks at him sharply as he goes on, "If they gave out prizes for the biggest fruitcake in the world, she'd be a legend." Susan asks uncertainly, "What did she say?" Wayne sighs, "Wait for it: reckons my grandfather died of Huntington's disease and I stand a chance of getting it too. She's really losing her marbles, that woman." Susan says hesitantly, "Wayne--" Wayne, however, snaps, "I know she's always been a windbag, but this is getting beyond a joke." Susan tries again: "She wasn't--" Wayne interrupts again, though, and growls, "God knows how she thinks them up." Susan snaps suddenly, "Wayne. Please!" Wayne smiles, "I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't let it get to me." Susan, though, cries, "No, please listen. She was telling the truth." Wayne stares at her and then mutters, "You've got to be kidding." Susan explains, "She's seen your grandfather's medical records." Wayne snaps, "She's probably seen flying giraffes, too. Come on, Suse, she's making it up for something to gossip about." Susan shakes her head. Wayne sighs, "I can't believe you're taking it seriously. If it was true, don't you think dad would have told me years ago? Or at least when we found out you were pregnant?" Susan tells him, "He was going to; we both were." Wayne snaps, "That's ridiculous." Janice and Owen walk in suddenly and Wayne says cheerily to them, "Hi! What are you up to?" Janice replies, "Nothing much." Wayne suggests, "Why don't we nip over to the Reserve again? Might as well start working while we've got the chance." Owen nods, "Sure." Janice picks up the car keys and announces that she has to head into town for an hour. She asks Susan if she feels like joining her for the trip. Susan, though, replies nervously, "You go. I've got some bits to do around here." With that, everyone heads out, leaving Susan looking worried.

May is standing with Gordon and Fiona in her room at the mansion. She's saying, "Now, I have all the addresses; I think we'll photograph 'The Blue Heaven' first." Gordon asks her if she's sure it's still there. May smiles, "Oh yes - it's still operating. One of the girls I used to employ is now the madam." She then adds grimly, "If you ask her about Connie Hogg, she'll set the record straight." Gordon smiles, "I've never had a photographic assignment before!" Fiona comments, "I bet you've never visited twelve brothels in the one day before!" May retorts, "They weren't all brothels; some of them used to be cafés and some were dance halls!" The 'phone starts ringing suddenly in Fiona's room and Fiona heads through the gap in the bookcase to answer it. She picks up and says, "Hello, Fiona Thompson... Oh hi! What's new?" She listens and then groans, "Oh... Who told him?" At Woombai, Susan retorts, "Mrs. Burns blurted it out. I've never met such an insensitive woman." Fiona tuts, "She's got a voice like a foghorn, that woman." She then asks, "How did Wayne take it?" Susan replies, "Treated it like a joke. Said Mrs. Burns cooked-up the whole idea. I'm really worried, Fiona: he went sort of 'strange'. Wouldn't even let me explain." Fiona tells her, "You've got to sit him down again as soon as possible, darling. He's never going to cope if he's not made to face the facts. That's a lesson I had to learn myself." Susan sighs, "I suppose I'll have to get the medical records from Mrs. Burns. I wish there was some other way." Fiona tells her, "It might seem cruel, but at least he'll have to believe you." Susan sighs, "Alright. I'll call her over." She then says goodbye and hangs up, looking worried. At the mansion, Fiona heads back into May's room to speak to Gordon, but finds it empty. She sighs heavily.

A while later, Mrs. Burns is standing in the lounge room at Woombai with Susan. She hands over some papers and says, "Be careful of them, my dear: those records are very confidential." Susan, however, snaps, "Mrs. Burns, I don't think you are in any position to talk about being confidential." Mrs. Burns asks in surprise, "You're not upset because I told Wayne about his disease?" Susan snaps, "Ten points!" Mrs. Burns declares, "It was wrong not to have told him; he had a right to know." Susan glares at her and demands, "Who are you to decide what's right for my husband?" Mrs. Burns tells her, "I have known Wayne ever since he was a child; known the whole family, for that matter. It was my duty as a friend--" Susan interrupts and snaps, "Absolute rubbish. It's got nothing to do with duty; you told him because you can't stop sticking your nose in to other people's affairs. You might not realise how harmful your gossip can be, but I assure you it is - and in future I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself." Mrs. Burns listens, and then says calmly, "Insult me if you wish, Susan, but one day you'll thank me - and I'm sure Wayne will. Just because everyone else found the task too difficult, it was still a task that had to be done." With that, she walks off, leaving Susan looking upset. Before she can recover her composure, Janice walks in, carrying a box. She takes a green sweatshirt out and, holding it against herself, asks, "What do you think?" Susan just sighs, "Nice." Janice shows her a T-shirt - it has 'Get Sanctified' written across the chest. Janice smiles, "Isn't it cute?" Susan snaps, "I said they were nice." Looking surprised, Janice insists, "I was only asking." Susan says quickly, "I'm sorry - I didn't mean to snap. I guess I'm not feeling the best." Janice assures her, "I understand - being pregnant can't be all fun and games." Susan looks at her warily and then asks, "Owen and Wayne still at the Reserve?" Janice replies, "I suppose so. They'll be back soon - Wayne will have to take a break sometime: he hasn't even stopped for a cup of tea today." She adds, "It's good to see him so full of life." Susan, however, stares at her, looking upset.

Owen and Wayne are walking amongst some bush out in the grounds, and Owen is pointing out where they'd have to put a track and where the entrance gates will be. Wayne asks him when he expects the surveyor's report back. Owen replies, "He said about next week." Wayne comments, "I'll give him a call; make sure he's on time." He then asks, "How many visitors do you think we can cope with? We don't want to overload." Owen suggests, "About 200 people a day during the summer and 100 in off-season." He then goes on, "Imagine... 1000 people a week will walk through those gates one day." Wayne suddenly grabs from him the shovel he's holding and comments, "There's no point dreaming. If we get started, we can finish this by next year." Owen asks in surprise, "What are you doing?" Wayne plunges the shovel into the ground and replies, "Start on the first gatepost. It won't happen if we just wait around." Owen stares at him in surprise.

Debbie, Craig and Ruby are sitting at the kitchen table at the country house. Ruby tells Debbie, "I've been waiting years to see Craig - we've got a lot of catching-up to do. He's done very well for himself, too." Craig murmurs, "Making a living." Ruby comments, "I'll bet you've got some stashed away in a bank somewhere." Debbie stares at her furiously. Ruby then says, "Deb, do you mind if Craig and I chat together for a while?" Debbie mutters, "Go for your life. I'll tidy up." Ruby, however, says quickly, "Damn - I've just remembered I have to open the stool. Glad I don't have to move now." She then asks Craig, "Would you mind driving me back there? We could talk on the way." Debbie announces, "I'll come too." Ruby, however, says, "Actually, Deb, would you mind if it's just the two of us? Personal, you understand?" Looking wary, Debbie mutters, "Course." She then tells Craig, "Don't be too late - you're going to have to spend some time job-hunting." Craig stares at her blankly and asks, "What do you mean?" Debbie explains, "David's selling the business." Craig cries, "You're kidding!" Debbie asks, "Hasn't he told you?" Craig retorts, "No." Debbie gasps, "Sorry. I don't know much but we're going to be out of a job soon." Looking knowingly at Ruby, she then adds, "Broke again..." A look of annoyance crosses Ruby's face.

A while later, a cab pulls up at the side of a street in town. Craig tells Ruby that he'll get the bill. He pays and he and Ruby climb out. Craig then says, "I wish we had a bit longer." Ruby tells him, "We can't complain - we've seen a fair bit of each other." Craig asks, "How about we meet again tomorrow - for lunch?" Ruby, however, replies, "I won't be here. In fact, I don't know whether we can meet again at all." Craig asks in surprise, "Why not?" Ruby blusters, "I, er, er, er thought I might head off; take the stall around country towns." Craig comments, "I thought you didn't want to move." Ruby replies quickly, "I don't want to; I have to - I'm not doing too good here." Craig suggests quickly, "How about I come with you? Help out. I'd pick up your sales in no time." Ruby tells him, "It's harder than you think." Craig, though, explains, "I've sold things before. I'm just about an old hand." Ruby, however, insists, "Not the sort of stuff I sell: it's mostly junk; you've got to know the tricks." Craig asks, "How do you think you'd go selling eighty-year-old sheet music?" Ruby asks in surprise, "You sold that?" Craig laughs, "I made a killing! Honest - I could sell anything! Snow to an Eskimo? Child's play! Come on - you've got to give me a shot." Ruby smiles at him.

Debbie is sitting at the kitchen table at the country house, circling job adverts in the newspaper. The back door opens suddenly and Beryl walks in. She smiles, "Hello, Debbie. Any news on David?" Debbie replies, "There will be soon - he's with Dr. Pryor." Beryl asks, "Who's he?" Debbie explains, "The guy who bought 'Home in Style'." Beryl accepts this and then comments, "You're probably feeling at a loose end." Debbie nods, "Yep - I'm looking for jobs." Beryl asks, "Any luck?" Debbie tells her, "A couple look OK. I thought I might head down to the markets in South Melbourne - Andy's sure I'll pick up something there." Beryl asks in surprise, "Have you been talking to Andy?" Debbie says quickly, "Don't worry - he's making a big effort. He's even taken up a labouring job to help pay David back." Beryl, however, snaps, "He could never pay David back." Debbie looks away. Beryl calms down quickly and sighs, "I'm sorry, love - I didn't mean to sound angry at you." Debbie, however, assures her, "Actually, I was thinking of something else." Beryl asks, "Work?" Debbie explains, "Craig. When he disappeared, he 'phoned Jean. I found the pub where Ruby hung out so I went there looking. I drew a blank. Then I came back home and I found him here with her. She was spinning some cock-and-bull story about why she'd dumped him as a kid. Craig got sucked-in by the lot. He's only believing it because he wants to." Beryl, looking concerned, asks, "Where are they now?" Debbie replies grimly, "Back at her stall. She's out to use him, Beryl - I was talking to one of her so-called mates: she would not give two hoots if Craig was hers or not, as long as he's got some cash." Beryl sighs, "I know." Debbie comments, "At least for a while he won't have any. Hopefully she'll lose interest." Beryl stands there, looking worried.

Ruby is setting up her market stall, piling up the junk on a table. As she does so, Craig smiles, "I don't care what you give me: I'll sell it." Ruby tells him, "I get to choose the customers." Craig nods, "Whatever you want." Ruby picks up a brass pot as a businessman walks past. She hands the pot to Craig and, indicating the man, says, "See how cocky you are with him. Eight bucks apiece." Craig walks after the man and says, "Excuse me, sir. Interested in brass pots?" The man turns and replies, "No thanks." Craig tells him, "They're good value." The man retorts, "I'm sure they are." Craig asks, "Then why not buy one?" The man sighs, "I already have some. Now, if you don't mind..." He goes to walk off. Craig, however, says quickly, "Two seconds. I know it's a hassle, but two seconds: I'd like to ask you a couple of questions. Honest. Forget about the pot." He then goes on, "You're a businessman, right?" The man nods. Craig continues, "Involved in sales, maybe?" The man nods, "Indirectly." Craig goes on, "I'm new, you see - I'm just trying to get a foot in the door. How about giving me a few tips on how I should've gone about it?" The man queries, "What, about selling me the pot?" Craig nods at him. The man tells him, "You can't, because I'm not in the market. But for a newcomer that was a pretty neat try." He goes to walk off. Craig, however, says quickly, "You can't let it go unrewarded, can you? We all need encouragement." The man smiles wearily and sighs, "OK. How much?" Craig looks over at Ruby and then says, "$12." The man takes out some cash. As he hands it over, he muses, "I don't know why I'm doing this!" Craig assures him, "Your wife will love you!" The man walks off and Craig heads back over to where Ruby is standing by the stall. Holding out the cash, he tells her, "See? Easy!" Ruby comments, "Must be in the blood." Craig goes on, "So what do you reckon? Can I come to the country with you?" Ruby, however, smiles, "Oh, there's no hurry. I've got a better idea; much better..."

Beryl is sipping from a cup of tea as she sits with Debbie at the kitchen table at the country house. Debbie says to her, "I'm sure it'll work." Beryl, however, tells her, "I wish I could agree, love, but I don't think you fully understand Ruby: she's been on the streets all her life, hustling; she won't give up on Craig until she's cleaned him out." Debbie sighs heavily and then murmurs, "At least I tried." Beryl says quickly, "Don't give up hope - I could be wrong. Come to think of it, I probably don't know her any better than you do, so maybe you could be right. In the meantime, let's keep our fingers crossed." She then announces, "I'm going to get an aspirin because I have a thumping headache." She heads off to the bathroom. The back door opens suddenly and Craig walks in. Debbie asks him immediately, "Where have you been?" Craig smiles, "Helping Ruby at the stall. We sold fifty bucks' worth of pots in an hour. She's as pleased as punch! Wants me to work for her." Looking worried, Debbie says nervously, "You're not going to?" Craig, however, replies, "Of course I am. It's a chance to set her up." Debbie asks, "What do you mean?" Craig enthuses, "Financially - you know: a decent place to live... some clothes... everything. God, she deserves it." Debbie sits there and stares at him. Craig asks, "What's the matter? I thought you'd be pleased." Debbie just shrugs and tells him, "I won't get to see you much." Craig insists, "Of course you will." Debbie, however, snaps, "You'll be with her all the time, just getting ripped-off." Craig looks away, in annoyance. Debbie murmurs, "Sorry." Craig then says, "Deb, she gave me to Maisy because she knew I'd get a better life. She did it for me. I tell you: underneath all the swearing, Ruby's a decent lady." Debbie mutters, "It's hard to tell." Craig sighs, "You're not even giving her a chance. I can't work it out, Deb: normally you always think the best of people." At that moment, Beryl walks back in from the hallway and smiles, "Hello, Craig." Craig glares at her and growls, "You've been doing it, haven't you?" Beryl asks in surprise, "What?" Craig snaps, "Badmouthing Ruby. Turning Debbie against her." Debbie insists, "No, she hasn't." Craig, however, growls, "I don't want to hear it. You're meant to be friends. Thanks a lot." With that, he storms off outside. Debbie looks at Beryl and sighs heavily.

Susan is laying the living room table at Woombai. Janice joins her from the kitchen with a tray of glasses and comments, "I suppose you'll be having wine?" Susan nods, "I suppose so." Janice goes on, "Pity the glasses are so big." She puts the tray down as Susan says more brightly, "Janice, why don't you and Owen head off to the square dance after dinner?" Janice smiles, "Actually, I was thinking of it." At that moment, Owen and Wayne walk in from outside, Owen saying, "There'll have to be maps; people will get lost otherwise." Janice smiles at them, "Afternoon, gentlemen. Making progress?" Owen tells her, "Yay verily, Janice! Yay verily!" Janice smiles, "How about you take the afternoon off, then? Susan suggested you and I go to the dance." Wayne says quickly, "Why don't we all go?" Susan replies nervously, "I don't think I'm up to it." Wayne insists, "Come on, it won't hurt. It'll do you good to get out. Besides, I should help Owen butter-up the shire councillors; be a good chance to get the locals on-side, too." Owen adds, "Exactly!" Janice smiles at Susan, "Looks like you're coming!" Susan stands there, looking worried.

Fiona opens the door to her room at the mansion to let May and Gordon in. She asks, "How was it?" May beams, "Oh, Fiona, dear, you should've been with us - it felt just like yesterday. Do you know, all the old buildings are still there? Most of them have changed, of course - except Connie's, and that's still the same old fleapit!" Fiona chuckles, "I'm very glad to hear you enjoyed it all!" She then says very quietly to Gordon, "Got a moment?" May doesn't notice, but just goes on, "Even old Sasha's still in business!" Fiona says quickly, "I'll tell you what: why don't you go and make a nice cup of tea and I'll join you in a minute?" May smiles, "Alright, dear!" With that, she heads off to her room. When she's gone, Fiona tells Gordon, "Susan 'phoned: Wayne knows. Mrs. Burns told him." Gordon, looking worried, comments, "I'd better call them." He picks up the 'phone and starts dialling as Fiona adds, "Susan's really very upset." Gordon asks, "What about Wayne?" Fiona tells him that he doesn't believe it. Gordon remarks, "That's not surprising. Neither did I without evidence." Fiona explains, "Susan's gone to get evidence. Apparently old Edna Burns found something." Gordon puts the 'phone to his ear and listens. After a few seconds, he says, "No answer. I'd better fly up there; Wayne's going to need some moral support." As he heads for the door, Fiona points out, "So is Susan..."

Janice is leaning against a wall in the building where the square dance is taking place. She's fanning herself to try and cool down. Wayne joins her and starts pouring himself a drink. As he does so, he teases Janice, "Slacker! Why aren't you dancing?" Janice retorts, "I have been. A couple of the councillors got a bit too enthusiastic; kept stomping on my feet!" Susan joins them suddenly and says, "Wayne, could you take me home, please?" Wayne asks, "Not enjoying it?" Susan replies, "I don't feel very well." Janice suggests, "Maybe we should all go." Susan, however, tells her quickly, "Don't be silly - you and Owen stay. I only need to lie down." With that, she heads off towards the exit. Wayne follows her. Janice calls after her, "Take it easy, alright?"

A short time later, as they head into the lounge room at the homestead, Wayne is growling, "I don't want to hear about it." Susan snaps, "You have to." They both stop in their tracks as they find Gordon sitting on the couch, waiting for them. Wayne acknowledges, "Dad." Susan adds, "I didn't know you were coming back." Gordon smiles, "I thought you might like some company." He then adds more seriously, "I know what happened: Fiona told me." Susan sighs, "I'm glad you're here - Wayne won't listen to me." Wayne snaps, "I can't believe you're all taking Mrs. Burns seriously. It's one of her crackpot rumours, for God's sake." Gordon says calmly, "It isn't, Wayne." Wayne, going and pouring himself a drink, goes on furiously, "For the past 25 years I've been told my grandfather died of a stroke; now you expect me to believe some baloney about Huntington's disease. Where's the proof?" Susan looks at Gordon and then reaches into her handbag and removes the papers that Mrs. Burns gave her. She hands a sheet to Wayne, who stares at it. Written on the bottom is 'Cause of Death: Huntington's Chorea'. Susan tells him, "It's authentic - from Dr. Burns' medical records." Wayne then looks up and demands, "How long have you known?" Gordon admits, "A few weeks." Looking astonished, Wayne snarls, "Then why the hell didn't you tell me before?" Susan cries, "We were going to; I asked to keep it quiet for a while." Wayne snarls, "Damn it, Susan - it's my life we're talking about here." Gordon tells him, "I understand how you feel, Wayne - really: you remember I had to face the possibility of death too. Now, I'm not suggesting that it's easy, but you can cope with it." Wayne growls sarcastically, "That's real comforting." Susan adds, "There's a lot of research going on; they'll find a cure, I'm sure: it's just a matter of time." Wayne, however, snaps, "Don't treat me like a two-year-old. There's no point in saying it's all hunky dory; I know what it means." Gordon insists, "We are simply saying that there are ways in which you can deal with it." Wayne retorts, "Yeah? That's what you think, is it? I'll find my own way of dealing with it." With that, he storms out. Susan goes to run after him. Gordon, however, grabs her arm and says, "Let him be, for a while." Susan cries, "He could do anything." Gordon, however, tells her, "We can't do anything at the moment. Wait until morning; he's too angry." Susan stands there, looking upset.

The next morning, Susan, Gordon, Janice and Owen are sitting having breakfast at the living room table. Owen is saying enthusiastically, "They're all for it - the Town Clerk said he'd even propose a motion to support it at the next council meeting." Susan has her face buried in her hands. Gordon says to her quietly, "How is he?" Susan shrugs, "I don't know. He didn't come home last night."

Wayne is sitting in his car, which is parked at the side of a road near the Sydney Harbour Bridge. He's staring out at the water, looking upset. After a few seconds, he reaches into his pocket and takes out his wallet. He removes some cash and then stuffs the wallet into the car's glovebox. He then opens the car door and climbs out, leaving the window open, the car unlocked and the keys in the ignition...

In the lounge room at Woombai, Gordon is talking on the 'phone, saying, "And there wasn't a man in his late-twenties nearby?" He listens and then says, "I see... Thankyou for calling. I'll come down and pick it up. Bye." He hangs up. Susan, sitting on the couch, asks in concern, "Who was it?" Gordon tells her, "The police: they found a kid trying to steal the stereo out of Wayne's car - in Sydney." Susan sighs, "Thank heavens - I was expecting worse." She adds, "He knows the redecorating's finished: he must have gone home." Gordon, however, tells her, "That's not all: the doors were wide open and the keys still in the ignition." Susan comments, "That doesn't make sense. Why would he just abandon--?" She breaks off as a look of horror crosses her face. She then murmurs, "Gordon, you don't think...; he wouldn't, would he?" Gordon replies, "I don't know what he'd do. I just don't know." Susan sits there, looking worried.


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