In Sydney, Wayne is standing on the rear deck of a ferry as it
sails across the harbour. He's staring down at the water, looking
Fiona and Gordon are walking along a street nearby. As they do
so, Fiona asks Gordon, "Susan doesn't mind staying at Woombai?"
Gordon explains, "She realises somebody should be there in
case he shows up." They approach Wayne's car and Gordon murmurs,
"There it is." He takes out a set of keys from his pocket
and unlocks the door. Fiona asks what they're looking for. Gordon
replies, "Any clue as to where he is; something that will
give us a lead." With that, he climbs into the car and starts
looking around. He reaches into the glovebox and takes out Wayne's
wallet. He climbs back out of the car and opens the wallet.
Fiona asks him what's in it. Looking concerned, Gordon tells her,
"Everything: credit cards... money..." He then sighs,
"Why? Why would he leave his wallet? He never goes
anywhere without it."
Wayne is still staring down at the water from the back of the
ferry. A young boy suddenly runs up nearby. As he approaches the
rail, he accidentally drops a toy that he's holding over the edge
into the water. The boy's mother joins him and the boy cries to
her, "The stupid ferry made me lose my jungle game. It's
not fair, mum. Buy me another one?" The woman sighs, "Another
time, maybe." Wayne turns and watches them. The boy snaps,
"It wasn't my fault." His mother retorts, "I
know, but just at the moment, I can't afford one."
The boy snaps, "Thanks a lot." Wayne calls across suddenly,
"How much are they?" The woman turns to look at him
in surprise and says, "Pardon?" Wayne repeats, "How
much?" The woman insists, "It's alright - really."
The boy, however, says quickly, "Twenty bucks." Wayne
goes to reach into his pocket, but then realises his wallet isn't
there. Looking apologetic, he tells the boy glumly, "I can't
help. I haven't got my wallet; I've only got a couple of dollars
on me." The boy stares at him and then says, "Where
are you going to?" Wayne replies hesitantly, "I'm just...
going across and back, that's all." He adds, "It's just
a toy, right? It's something you have one minute and not the next...
it's like everything... So don't worry about it. It's
really not worth worrying about. Honest." The woman looks
at him dubiously and them mouths, "Thankyou." She leads
her son away as Wayne repeats quietly to himself, "It's really
not worth it... it's just not worth it..." He turns back
and stares down at the water.
Ginny is pacing the floor in the lounge room at Charlie's. Charlie
is sitting on the couch, holding Isabella. Ginny snaps at her,
"You'd think she'd at least call, wouldn't
you?" Charlie, however, sighs, "I'm sure Alison knows
what she's doing." Ginny growls, "Big comfort that
is. This could be my career we're talking about."
Charlie mutters, "You're not the only one with problems,
you know?" Ginny retorts, "Oh, I know that: compared
with the possibility of Isabella being pregnant, my life pales
into insignificance. My job... my chance at making the grade...:
trivial; meaningless." Charlie glares at her and then snaps,
"Oh, do shut up. I'm not in the mood to put up with you this
afternoon. Go outside and stand in a gutter or something."
Ginny stares at her and then growls, "Alright. Fine. I'll
get out of your way. I don't mind playing second fiddle to a dog.
See if I care." With that, she picks up her bag
and marches out.
A short time later, Ginny heads into the mansion. As she does
so, May emerges from her room and storms over to her, calling,
"Ginny, have you read this?" She holds out
a newspaper and goes on, "It's an extract of Connie Hogg's
book. It's a tissue of the most outrageous lies from beginning
to end. Just listen to this." She then reads out, "'I
was in great demand in those days. The Americans used to say my
natural class and sophistication were rare to find in Aussie sheilas.'"
She breaks off and gasps, "Natural class? She was
the roughest girl in the area! You just wait 'til my
memoirs are published: they'll tell the real story."
With that, she walks off, leaving Ginny looking puzzled!
Fiona is sitting at the desk in her room, talking on the 'phone
and saying, "I'm sure it's not as serious as it looks, dear:
he probably just wants to be on his own for a while."
The door opens and Ginny steps inside as Fiona listens to the
caller and then says, "I know, Susan, it really is extremely
worrying - but all we can do is wait: I'm sure he'll resurface
when he's ready... when he's had time to think..." She listens
again and then says, "Yes, indeed, I will. OK. Bye."
She hangs up and then turns to Ginny and mutters, "Didn't
anyone ever teach you to knock?" Ginny just comments gleefully,
"Wayne's run out on Susan, has he?" Fiona retorts, "No,
he hasn't. Now, can I help you with anything or did you just barge
in for a chat?" Ginny, ignoring this, smiles, "He has!
Come on, I can tell. What's happening?" Fiona growls, "He
has not run out on Susan." Ginny, however, insists,
"I knew they wouldn't last. As far as I
could see, they never stood a chance." Fiona snaps
suddenly, "Put a sock in it, Ginny. You don't what you're
talking about." Ginny demands, "Then what are you and
Susan so worried about?" Fiona sighs, "Let's just say
that something came up and Wayne reacted rather badly to it -
but it's got nothing whatsoever to do with his marriage."
Ginny remarks, "So you're just hanging around waiting for
him to resurface?" Fiona nods, "Exactly. You satisfied?"
Ginny just shrugs. Fiona then comments that she hasn't said what
she's doing there yet. Ginny tells her, "I'm bored.
All dressed up and nowhere to go." Fiona suggests, "Why
don't you go out and do some designing?" Ginny, however,
mutters, "What's the point? I don't know if they'll ever
get made. I have to wait and see if Alison gets me off
the hook, first." Fiona chuckles, "Experience has taught
me that when Alison says she's going to do something,
she does it, so there's no good sitting around waiting
for her. She'll get you off the hook; you just get out there and
get on with your designing." Ginny stands there, looking
thoughtful, and then gasps, "You're absolutely right! I know
where I can get some new ideas from!" With that, she dashes
A while later, Ginny is walking along by the entrance to the
pier from which the ferry sails. She walks down the pier and onto
the ferry, and she sits down on a bench. She then takes out a
pad and starts writing. Elsewhere on the boat, Wayne is staring
into the distance, the Opera House behind him. He's still looking
Charlie is escorting Gordon into her lounge room, saying as she
does so, "I'm glad you popped over - I just don't know what
I'm going to do. It's awful." Gordon looks
at her in surprise and comments, "Fiona told you?"
Charlie, however, explains, "No, darling. The vet rang. Isabella's
pregnant." Gordon smiles weakly and looks away.
Looking disappointed, Charlie sighs, "I know it may not be
a big deal to anyone else, but it does concern me."
Gordon assures her, "I know it does." Charlie then comments
to him that he's looking very glum. Gordon explains, "Wayne's
disappeared. They found his car this morning: door open... keys
in the ignition... wallet in the glovebox..." Charlie gasps,
"He's been kidnapped?" Gordon assures her,
"No, nothing like that." Charlie comments, "But
something's happened that I know nothing about, hasn't it?"
Gordon nods at her, slowly.
Wayne is walking along the deck of the ferry when he suddenly
stops in his tracks: Ginny is sitting on the bench in front of
him. She looks at him and smiles gleefully, "Fancy meeting
you here. I was only talking about you half an hour ago."
Wayne goes to walk off, muttering, "Really?" Ginny calls
after him, "I don't know what the story is, but I do know
people are worried about you. Susan would love to know
where you are. So would Fiona." Wayne mutters, "Tell
them." Ginny smiles, "I will - unless you feel
like persuading me not to..." Wayne comments sourly,
"Subtle, aren't you?" He then adds, "If
you feel like telling them, Ginny, tell them. If you
don't... don't. Doesn't matter. I don't care what you
do." Looking astonished, Ginny remarks, "I don't believe
you. For some reason you don't want people to know where you are
- and I do know that has to be worth something."
Wayne just chuckles at her. Ginny demands, "What's so funny?"
Wayne retorts, "What do you want out of life? Seriously.
What: fame? Money? Luxury? Happiness?" Ginny replies, "Yeah,
pretty much. Don't you?" Wayne tells her, "Used
to - but it seems a bit ridiculous now. So I live in a small mansion...
so I like the good things in life... so I work six days a week
to get the money to buy the good things in life... So
what? What the hell's the point of it all? I've lived like a jerk.
The whole thing's been a stupid waste of damn time." Ginny
comments, "You can't mean that." Wayne snaps,
"Can't I? I'm sorry if I ever took you down, Ginny. If I
had any money I'd gladly give it to you. But I really don't care
if you tell Susan or Fiona. As soon as this thing docks, I'm taking
off, so it won't matter what you tell them; they still
won't be able to find me." Ginny asks, "What's the story?"
Wayne, however, just turns away and walks off along the deck.
Ginny sits there, looking puzzled.
Caroline is sitting with Glen in his parents' cabin. She asks
him impatiently, "How much longer are we staying
here?" Glen doesn't answer. Caroline goes on, "We won't
be able to make any more pies if we do stay; we've run
out of ingredients." Glen comments, "I guess we'll have
to do without pies, then." Caroline points out, "Or
go back to town and stock up." Glen, however, shakes his
head and says, "Uh-huh." Caroline then demands, "When
are we going back, Glen?" Glen tells her, "When
you're ready." Caroline retorts, "I am ready."
Glen, however, replies, "No you're not." Caroline glares
at him and snaps, "Why not? What do I have to say? Will you
give me some clue? Please?" Glen just sits there.
Caroline then says more calmly, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to lose my temper." She stands up and walks over to some
photos on a nearby cabinet. She picks one up and comments that
Glen was dux of his school. Glen shrugs, "I just did my homework."
Caroline insists, "You're clever. I don't doubt it. I don't
know why you doubt it." Glen retorts, "I don't
think school counts for much. I've told you why."
Caroline tells him, "I've been thinking... how does a dux
end up a gardener and an odd-job man?" Glen shrugs, "I
like gardening." Caroline mutters, "That's a cop-out.
You could've done anything." Glen retorts, "I
did, for a while." Caroline comments, "I know
- and you got sacked for fighting. But what then? You cracked,
and you were so scared of failing again that you decided to choose
something that you didn't even have to try at. You
need help more than I do." Glen demands, "When
was the last time you saw me planning a double murder?"
Caroline goes on, "You can't even see you've got a problem,
can you? You've got me locked up here because I fail
to handle things, when you're one of the biggest failures
I've ever met. Where's your ambition? Where's your drive to get
out there and achieve something? You obviously had it once."
Glen retorts, "My parents did; I didn't.
I haven't failed; I chose not to compete." Caroline
pushes, "And you hate yourself for it." Glen
snaps, "You don't know what you're talking about." Caroline
goes on curtly, "You're pretending that you're not smart
enough because it's the only way that you can justify leading
a life that deep-down you don't really like - but the cold, hard
facts are that you were dux of the school of fifteen hundred boys
and you are smart." Glen growls, "If you're
trying to compare your situation to mine, forget it; my hang-ups
are nothing. You damn well near killed a man.
You flipped, lady. You didn't just crack; you shattered into a
zillion pieces." Caroline retorts, "At least I'm trying
to glue myself together; what about you?" Glen snaps,
"I'm gluing you. For heaven's sake, any complex
I might have is small potatoes--" Caroline interrupts
and growls, "It is not small to me, Glen. I resent
being told that I'm not ready yet by someone who's just as unstable."
Glen glares at her and retorts, "Go to hell." With that,
he storms out. Caroline stands there and then starts clearing
away some tea things on the coffee table. She takes them to the
kitchen area, still looking annoyed. After a few seconds, she
appears to think of something.
Outside, Glen is sitting by a stream, staring into the running
water, when Caroline approaches him gently, puts her hands on
his shoulders and says, "I'm sorry. Thankyou for caring."
Glen stands up and looks at her. He takes her hands as she adds,
"We're as bad as each other, aren't we?" Glen looks
down at their intertwined hands and asks, "How does it feel?"
Caroline admits, "Awkward - but nice." She then adds
softly, "You've done all you can. I think I am ready."
Glen suggests, "I'd better get the moke fixed, eh?"
With that, he heads off, leaving Caroline standing with a smile
on her face.
The 'phone rings at Charlie's. Gordon answers it, listens and
then says, "Speaking." He listens again and then nods,
"I see... No, I understand... Yes, as soon as possible. Say,
about forty minutes. Fine. Thankyou for calling." With that,
he hangs up. He then turns to Charlie and murmurs, "There's
a body at the morgue. No ID. They think it might be Wayne..."
It's nighttime, and at Seabreeze Towers, the door to room 37
opens. Wayne walks in, still looking upset, and switches on the
light. He walks around slowly and then goes and picks up a framed
photo which is resting on a cabinet. The photo is of Angela. Wayne
stares at it and then tosses it back onto the cabinet. He opens
one of the cabinet's drawers and takes out a file of other photos.
He lifts out one of his father and stares at it before shoving
it back into the drawer. He turns to head to the front door again
- and finds Ginny standing there. She smiles, "G'day!"
A moment later, Ginny comments curtly, "You're not very
good at this 'hiding from the world' bizzo, are you?
I followed you from Manly to here and you didn't see me once.
What's happened? I'm really curious." Wayne just stares at
her. Ginny goes on, "You've just about had it all. Come on
- I'm interested. I won't laugh or anything; I'd just like--"
Wayne interrupts suddenly and yells, "Shut up. How the hell
did you get here anyway?" Ginny retorts, "I told
you: I followed you." Wayne says more calmly, "Yeah,
well, thanks." He then mutters, "I was hoping to sleep
in a bed tonight, but if you don't mind I'll just find myself
a nice comfortable bench somewhere." He goes to
walk out. Ginny, however, grabs his arm and says quickly, "Wait!
Sleep in a bed. I'm not going to let on where you are." Wayne
demands, "Then why bother to follow me?" Ginny retorts,
"Look at you. Someone's got to do something.
I thought maybe I could help somehow. It's my humane
streak: comes out once a year!" Wayne snarls, "You?
Help me? What would you know about anything?"
Ginny retorts indignantly, "Try me. I might be young, but
at least I've been around." Wayne growls more calmly, "That's
true - more than I have. What have I done? Stuck
in my castle, counting dollars. Where does that get you?"
Ginny comments, "You were saying that on the ferry, too:
'I lived like a jerk'. Wish I was that big a jerk. Give
me those dollars; I'll count them for you. I'll
even spend them. Where does that get you? It gets you
everywhere, you nut." Wayne murmurs, "No it
doesn't." Ginny, however, snaps, "Please, spare me the
'money doesn't buy you happiness' lecture; I couldn't stand
it." Wayne growls, "I'm not saying that. If
you want to have a crack at being a millionaire, great - but don't
stop having fun while you do it. Don't limit yourself. Stay wild."
Ginny pauses and then suggests, "Let's find a party! Let's
find a wild party and be wild together! I'll pack a decade's worth
into one night for you, yeah?!" A broad grin crosses Wayne's
face and he laughs, "Yeah! Woo-hoo!"
The front door opens at Charlie's and Charlie and Gordon walk
in. Charlie tells Gordon, "You didn't have to see me home,
darling - honestly." Gordon, however, murmurs, "I can't
shake the habit. I'm just old-fashioned, I suppose." Charlie
smiles at him, "Cheer up... he wasn't in the morgue and he
wasn't in any of the hospitals. I would've thought that was good
news." Gordon, however, sighs, "No news is necessarily
good news, Charlie." He then thanks her for coming with him
tonight. Charlie insists, "The least I could do.
Now, you go home and get a good night's sleep, OK?" Gordon
salutes, "Yes, ma'am!" With that, he heads off, leaving
Charlie looking thoughtful.
The next morning, Wayne is driving himself and Ginny around crazily
in an open-top jeep on a stretch of land by some water. They're
both laughing wildly! As Wayne brings the vehicle to a halt and
he and Ginny climb out, he laughs, "When does your friend
want this back?!" Ginny just giggles, "I don't know.
He's not my friend - I just met him tonight!" She then tries
to drag Wayne down to the water. Wayne, though, pulls away and,
running back to the jeep, shouts, "Come on, let's have a
party! Let's have another party. Come on, I'm ready for
it!" As he stops yelling, he murmurs suddenly, "Listen.
It's so quiet..." An upset look begins to appear in his eyes
again. He then says softly, "I'm dying, Ginny." Ginny
stares at him in shock.