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
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
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,
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,
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.