Glen is talking on the 'phone in the hallway at the mansion,
saying, "Good afternoon. I'd like to speak to Russell Coggins,
please." Caroline walks in through the front door as Glen
asks, "Are you sure?... I see. Is that 18 Waterford Road,
Willoughby?" Caroline walks up to him as he mutters, "It's
not. Right, I'm sorry to bother you; I was obviously given the
wrong information." He hangs up the 'phone, looking annoyed,
and then turns to Caroline and exclaims, "It was just a set-up;
one big lie from beginning to end." Caroline asks in surprise,
"What was?" Glen explains, "The reason
I was sacked from the gym." Caroline asks, "What are
you talking about?" Glen tells her, "There was this
guy working out at the gym, right? Doing his exercises, not causing
any problems... knows how to use the equipment... Suddenly he
starts screaming blue murder; reckons he's hurt himself. Wayne
turns up later in the day, grinning like a Cheshire cat, reckons
it's all my fault and the guy's suing for negligence." Caroline
asks, "Why was it your fault?" Glen mutters,
"Bad management. I should have been supervising more closely."
He goes on angrily, "I'm positive there was nothing
wrong with this guy. It was all just a put-on. I checked out his
original application and guess what? False name and false address.
Does that sound like a con job to you?" Caroline
muses, "Anything Wayne's tied up with has to be
a con job just by definition." Glen sighs, "I liked
what I was doing. I did it well. There was no reason
to sack me so Wayne went out and found one. It was just
pure spite." Caroline remarks, "He doesn't change, does
he?" She then goes on, "If you want your job back, Glen,
I'll do anything I can to help." Glen replies, "Thanks
- but I don't know what we can do. I've run up against a brick
wall trying to find the injured party." Caroline, however,
murmurs, "Maybe not... look, you stay here and look after
the mansion - I'm supposed to take care of it when Janice is not
around - and I'll go off to the gym and see what I can find out."
Glen asks, "What do you have in mind?" Caroline tells
him, "I don't know yet - but I'm sure to think of something..."
Wayne is sitting on the reception desk at the gym, wearing a
tracksuit. He has the 'phone to his ear and is saying, "If
you hear of anyone, let me know... Thanks. Be much obliged."
He hangs up as Janice walks in. She smiles, "Hello, Wayne.
Taken over Glen's job, have you?" Wayne just mutters, "Someone
has to fill in 'til I can find a replacement." Janice asks
in surprise, "What happened to Glen?" Wayne
replies, "I had to let him go." Janice, looking surprised,
asks, "Why?" Wayne, however, just picks up
the 'phone and starts dialling another number, muttering, "We'll
talk about it later." Janice growls, "We certainly will."
With that, she marches off to get changed. On the 'phone, Wayne
starts saying, "Yes. Hello. My name's Wayne Hamilton. I run
a gymnasium--" He breaks off as a female hand is placed suddenly
on the receiver and cuts him off. It's Caroline and she snaps,
"I want to talk to you." Wayne retorts, "Take
a seat and wait your turn: I was making a 'phone call." Caroline,
however, suggests "Maybe I should talk to Susan
instead." Wayne mutters, "About what?"
Caroline says, "You sacking Glen." Wayne shrugs, "Go
for you life. I've got nothing to hide." Caroline growls,
"Other than the fact that you orchestrated the entire affair
right from the beginning?" Wayne insists, "Glen has
no one to blame but himself. He simply wasn't up to the job. 'Incompetent'
is the word that springs to mind." Caroline retorts dismissively,
"Rubbish." Wayne suggests nastily, "Then you prove
Glen is sitting at the desk in Fiona's room at the mansion, talking
on the 'phone, saying, "I don't know where Craig
is, Deb. He disappeared sometime yesterday afternoon and no one's
seen him since. Sorry." Debbie is standing in the kitchen
at the country house. Andy is standing behind her, listening as
she cries, "Then where is he?" She listens
and then says, "He hasn't called me; that's why
I'm ringing you... He can't just disappear.
Are you sure you don't know? I keep getting the feeling
I'm being kept in the dark over something." She listens again
before saying, "Yeah, alright - but if he does show,
can you let me know? Thanks." She hangs up, reluctantly.
Andy asks immediately, "No go?" Debbie sighs, "He
says he hasn't got the faintest idea. I'm just fed-up with being
the last to be told everything. I think I'll talk to David: he'll
know what's going on." She goes to head out. Andy, however,
tells her, "You'll have a wait on your hands - it'll be hours
before he gets back." He then suggests, "We could try
Alison: whatever Dave knows, he probably told her."
Debbie snaps, "Of course. Why not? Tell everyone
except Debbie. She's not important." Andy
just sighs, "She's over at Albert Park." Debbie heads
out. Andy follows her.
A short time later, Debbie and Andy walk up to the front door
at Beryl's. Debbie knocks on the door and Andy peers in through
the window. Debbie knocks again. There's no answer. Debbie then
takes a key out of her bag and Andy asks her in surprise how long
she's had that. Debbie explains, "Ever since Beryl
gave me one - I used to live here, remember?" They
head inside just as the 'phone starts ringing. Andy asks warily,
"Should we answer it?" Debbie nods, "Yeah - it
could be David." She goes and picks it up and says, "Hello?"
She listens and then says, "Alison's not here at
the moment. Could I take a message?" The caller is Colin
Hopkins. He's standing in a public callbox and he replies, "Yes,
if you don't mind. Could you tell her I can't make it for lunch?
I have some interviews to do; they're only for a clerical position
but I just can't put them off, unfortunately. Could you tell her
I'll call her tonight?" At Beryl's, Debbie says, "Certainly.
And who shall I say is calling?" She listens and a look of
shock crosses her face. She then says quickly, "Thanks very
much - I'll let Alison know about that. OK. Bye." She hangs
up and, turning to Andy, says, "You'll never guess who that
was." Andy asks, "Who?" Debbie replies,
"Colin - cancelling lunch with Alison because he has to interview
people for a job; a clerical assistant. How about that, hey? What
better way to find things out about the guy than to work
for him?" Andy stares at her and growls, "You're crazy.
Forget it, Deb; it's not on." Debbie insists, "I'll
do whatever I want to do." Andy, however, retorts,
"No way - you're not going to go anywhere near that
guy. Do you understand?" Debbie just glares at him. She then
murmurs, "Maybe you're right, then. I do tend to get carried
away at times, don't I?" She adds, "It's late. I think
I should forget about waiting for Alison. In fact, I
should get back to the restaurant before I get the sack."
Andy tells her, "I'll drop you off, if you like." Debbie,
however, insists, "That's OK - I'll catch a tram. Thanks,
but, well, you know... putting up with me and all my wild ideas."
Andy comments, "Just as long as you're thinking straight
now." Debbie assures him, "I am."
Andy smiles, "Good." With that, he heads out, leaving
Debbie standing looking thoughtful...
A while later, Debbie is standing near the entrance to the depot
when she spots Colin Hopkins approaching. She dashes over to him,
smiling, "Mr. Hopkins. I was just talking to your secretary
inside: she said you'd be here shortly." Colin stares
at her and asks, "What can I do for you?" Debbie tells
him, "It's about the job: I heard you were wanting a clerical
assistant. I was wondering if I could try out for it." Colin
demands, "Why?" Debbie replies, "I need a job.
I'm very good at that sort of work, too - I've had lots of experience.
All I'm asking for is an interview; I don't expect you to give
me the job right on the spot." Colin stares at her and then
smiles, "Alright. I'll give you an interview..."
Craig and Ginny are walking along a beaten track, past a ramshackle
old barn. Ginny sighs, "Where are we?" Craig
retorts, "I haven't got a clue." Ginny asks, "Don't
you have a map?" Craig snaps, "Oh yeah, Ginny, I carry
one around with me in my hip pocket." Ginny mutters, "We
should never have accepted that last lift. I don't like
this place, Craig: it's spooky." Craig points out,
"It's just an old barn." Ginny sighs, "Are we going
to walk all night, because it's getting late and at least here
we can find a bit of shelter." Craig looks round and then
replies, "OK. Seeing we don't know the roads, we'll probably
end up getting more lost than we already are. Let's see what we
can find." With that, he heads off towards the barn. Ginny
Janice is standing with Glen in Fiona's room at the mansion,
crying, "It's just not fair. There was no need to fire you.
A place like a gymnasium would be insured against lawsuits."
Glen sighs, "That would have been too complicated. When this
Coggins character said he'd be happy with medical expenses and
my dismissal, he gave Wayne an out. Simple as that, Janice: the
lesser of two evils." Janice mutters, "It's still not
fair, whatever Wayne's reasoning." At that moment,
Caroline walks in, announcing, "I'm back!" She then
spots Janice standing there and smiles, "Hello, Janice."
Janice replies, "Hello, Caroline. Glen's just been telling
me about losing his job." Caroline nods, "Yes, it was
a bit of bad luck, wasn't it?" Janice goes on, "If I
hadn't just signed up for six months, I'd go elsewhere."
She then adds, "I'm going again this afternoon." Caroline
queries, "Twice in one day?" Janice lectures, "One
has to push oneself to the limit, Caroline - that's the only way
to achieve results." With that, she adds, "I'll see
you both later," and she heads out. When she's gone, Glen
asks Caroline, "How did you go?" They sit down as Caroline
sighs, "Not too good, I'm afraid. Rush these things like
a bull at a gate and you always come to grief." Glen mutters,
"Back to square one." Caroline asks, "Are you sure
you can't remember anything that might help us to find him? You
know: anything he said?" Glen, looking thoughtful, declares
suddenly, "He had a nickname: 'Bullet'. That's right: he
used to be a boxer. I remember him bragging about it to someone
at the gym." Caroline muses, "A boxer who goes by the
nickname of 'Bullet'. That should narrow the field down
a bit." Glen murmurs, "Yeah, it does. I'll find him,
too. There aren't too many places where people can box."
He stands up and starts flicking through the Yellow Pages on the
desk. Caroline points out, "He knows you; he's not going
to do or say anything that might show him up as a fake if he knows
you're on to him." Glen sighs, "I guess not." Caroline,
however, suggests, "What say I go to these gyms
and search for Bullet?" Glen points out, "You're always
doing the dirty work." Caroline insists, "I don't mind.
Really. You've spent a lot of time and effort helping me
out recently; just look at it as simply returning the favour.
I'll go to the gyms and find Mr. Coggins. I'll get a camera and
pose as a journalist or something, and I'll get some shots of
him that'll prove that he's no more injured than you or I..."
At the 'Multi Sport Gym', Janice finishes a set of exercises
on one of the machines and then groans to herself, "One more
set to go." Wayne is fixing an exercise bike nearby, and
he calls over, "Come on: no slacking!" He walks over
to her as she asks, "How are you going finding a new supervisor?"
Wayne tells her, "There's a bloke out the front filling in
an application form now. An employment agency sent him over."
Janice asks, "Think he'll be any good?" Wayne just shrugs,
"We'll have to wait and see. Certainly got the right build
for it. I'm a bit worried about upstairs, though: think he's got
the lights on but there's nobody home!" Janice mutters, "Don't
be cruel!" Wayne then comments, "You really
like working out here, don't you?" Janice enthuses,
"I love it! Everyone should be doing it."
Wayne goes on, "You don't have a job at the moment, do
you?" Janice, however, retorts, "Two: working
at the mansion while Aunt Fiona's away and casual teaching - when
the need arises." Wayne says, "In your teaching course,
do you have to do P.E.... sports... that sort of thing?"
Janice nods, "Naturally." Wayne goes on, "How would
you feel about a real job? Full time. How would you like
to be a fitness instructor?" Janice asks in surprise, "Glen's
old position?" Wayne nods, "Yeah." Janice retorts,
"I couldn't possibly. I'd feel as if I was taking advantage
of what I regard as his unfair dismissal. Anyway, I couldn't just
walk out of my job at the mansion." Wayne tells her, "I
realise you do a good job over there, but even you've
got to admit it's not very demanding. Seems to me you're just
wasting your talents. What you need is a job that's more challenging."
Janice comments, "Like working for you?" Wayne
asks, "Why not? Let's face it: the mansion practically runs
itself. And you're a darn good administrator - I know
that for a fact." Janice, however, tells him, "I'd
still feel guilty taking Glen's job." Wayne insists, "I
had no option other than to let him go. If I'd gone to court,
it would've cost me a fortune." Janice snaps, "Rubbish.
Your insurance would've covered you." Wayne tells
her, "If I had insurance. When I took over the place,
I assumed that it had all been paid up - but it hadn't. It's all
fixed up now, but I wasn't covered at the time. I honestly
didn't have any choice, Janice. I didn't want to fire
Glen - but it was either that or see the business go under, and
I thought I had a responsibility to all the people who had paid
good money for their classes. I didn't want to see them lose out."
Janice comments, "I didn't know it was that involved."
Wayne nods, "Well it was. That's the full story. What do
you say?" Janice asks, "When would I be starting?"
Wayne tells her, "Now. This afternoon." Janice pauses
and then smiles, "Alright!" Wayne exclaims, "Great!"
With that, he jogs off out to reception, leaving Janice with a
broad grin on her face.
Andy is dialling a number on the 'phone in the kitchen at the
country house. When it's answered, he says, "Oh, good afternoon.
Is Debbie Halliday there, please?" He listens and then asks
in surprise, "What do you mean? She works there."
He listens again and then asks, "She didn't 'phone to say
what was wrong?... No, it's OK. I just wanted to see if she wanted
to be picked up after work... No, nothing important... Bye."
With that, he hangs up. He then walks over and heads out through
the back door - to find Debbie walking around the corner onto
the courtyard. She smiles, "Hello!" Andy tells her curtly,
"I was just about to come looking for you."
Debbie, heading inside, comments, "I saved you the trip,
then, didn't I?" As Andy follows her back into the
kitchen, he asks, "Where you been?" Debbie tells him,
"At work." Andy snaps, "Bull." Debbie insists,
"I have." Andy growls, "I rang your restaurant,
Debbie. You went after that job with Hopkins, didn't
you?" Debbie nods guiltily as she replies, "Got it,
too. I start tomorrow." Andy sighs, "Debbie..."
Debbie insists, "Nothing's going to happen to me." Andy,
however, cries, "You don't know that. You are dealing
with a madman. Colin Hopkins kills people. Why
do it?" Debbie smiles weakly and says, "I know
you care about me, Andy, and I appreciate that, honestly, but
I love Craig. I guess when you love someone you do whatever
you can to get them out of trouble. So please don't worry."
Andy just tells her, "I do worry, Deb. I worry a
Ginny is sitting in the ramshackle barn. She takes off her hat
and shakes out her hair. She then takes off her earrings as Craig
joins her and asks, "Hungry? I found some oranges - a couple
of trees up the back." He sits down with her as she sighs,
"Seems like we've been on the road for ages."
Craig asks, "Sorry you came?" Ginny, however, retorts,
"I didn't say that; I just said we've been on the
move for a while. I reckon I've spent most of my life
on the run - from something or other. Think I'd be used
to it by now, wouldn't you?" Craig comments, "You
wouldn't have been on the run when you were a kid, would
you?" Ginny tells him, "My mum and dad were
- and I was dragged along with them. Moving house all
the time... landlords chasing us for back-rent... dad finding
a new job somewhere... Never settled anywhere for too
long. Got jack of it when I was about 13 and split. Never had
anything permanent, when I think about it." Craig
murmurs, "That's sad." Ginny mutters, "Not something
you brag about to your friends, is it?"
Craig then says, "What happened between us in Sydney... do
you think that was because you were trying to look for
something permanent?" Ginny snaps quickly, "No."
Craig tells her, "I'm sorry. I was just asking." Ginny
retorts, "Don't. It's none of your business." Craig
persists, "You said you loved me; if that
doesn't make it--" Ginny interrupts and snaps, "Don't
go on about it." Craig insists, "It's something we have
to figure out. Not talking isn't going to solve anything."
Ginny just cries, "I don't want to talk about it,
OK? I wish I'd never set eyes on you. I mean, you're
not that crash hot; I don't know what Debbie sees in you anyway.
Why I let you drag me half way round Australia, I'll never
know." Craig reaches suddenly into his knapsack and pulls
out a sleeping bag. Ginny demands, "What are you doing?"
Craig retorts, "I'm getting ready to bed down. It's getting
dark." Ginny picks up her own bag and goes and hangs it up
on a nail in a wooden supporting pole nearby. She goes and undoes
her own sleeping bag and lies down next to Craig.
In Sydney, Caroline is standing outside a building signposted
'Rex Morgan's Boxing Gym'. The door opens suddenly and a man walks
out. A few seconds later, another man goes to walk in, and Caroline
says quickly, "Excuse me. That's Rex Morgan's Boxing Club
in there, is it?" The man nods, "That's right. Thinking
of signing up for a few rounds, are you, lady?!" Caroline,
however, smiles, "No. My name's Carol Smith. I'm a journalist.
My editor wants me to do a piece on boxing." The man comments,
"Looks like you've come to the right place, then." Caroline
asks, "You're a boxer, are you?" The man nods,
"Yeah - Mike Westlake. They call me 'The Enforcer'."
Caroline remarks, "It seems every boxer has a nickname."
Westlake replies, "Just about." Caroline goes on, "There's
another fellow called... 'Bullet', isn't there?"
Westlake smiles, "Yeah, I know Bullet. Hasn't had a fight
for ages, though. Generally works as a sparring partner for a
few of the blokes on the way up." Caroline comments, "Maybe
I should talk to him; he might give me some good stories.
Do you know if he ever comes here, boxing, by any chance?"
Westlake nods, "Yeah, he usually comes in here a couple of
times a week. He might be here now. I'll introduce you
to him, if he is." Caroline, however, says quickly, "No.
Well, not for the moment, anyway. I'll just walk around... take
some shots... soak-in the atmosphere before I do any interviews.
I just don't want him to be disappointed in case I don't use him,
you understand?" Westlake assures her, "Won't say a
word." He then adds, "Shall we go up?" Caroline
smiles, "Why not?" With that, they head inside.
It's early evening, and at the 'Multi Sport Gym', Caroline places
several photos of an exercising Bullet Bronowski on the reception
desk and growls, "Recognise anyone, Wayne?" A look of
guilt crosses Wayne's face as Caroline goes on, "Your friend:
Bullet. Doesn't look as though he's suffering from any sort of
physical injury, does he?" Glen is standing with
her as Wayne asks, "Where did you get these?" Caroline
explains, "I took them in a boxing gym - this afternoon."
Glen chips in, "Seems he had everyone fooled, doesn't
it? Even you. Well, I mean, he must have: you
gave me the sack on the strength of his so-called injuries."
Wayne says meekly, "I can only go on what he told me."
Glen, however, snaps, "Sure." Wayne insists, "I
had no reason not to believe him." Caroline asks calmly,
"What are you going to do about it?" Wayne retorts,
"What do you want me to do about it? Threaten him
with legal action for telling lies?" Glen says curtly, "How
about giving me my job back?" Wayne mutters reluctantly,
"Sure. Come here tomorrow." Glen says, "Thankyou."
Caroline adds, "I'm pleased you're being sensible about this,
Wayne. A 'win on points', you might say!" With that, she
and Glen head out. As they do so, Janice emerges from the main
room and joins Wayne in reception. She comments, "You don't
look too happy." Wayne tells her, "I've got bad news
for you, Janice: you're back to managing the mansion." Janice
glares at him, looking annoyed.
It's the next morning, and Debbie emerges from an office at Colin
Hopkins' depot, holding a clipboard. She walks over to some boxes
- and then spots Andy standing next to a truck parked nearby.
Looking furious, she hisses, "What do you think you're
doing?" Andy, walking over to her, retorts, "Keeping
an eye on you." Debbie snaps, "Just go away."
Andy, however, retorts, "No." Debbie pleads, "Andy...
I think it's very sweet you're worrying about me but right now
you're just getting boring." Andy tells her, "I
have a feeling something's going to go wrong this morning."
Debbie gasps in disbelief, "Rubbish. Just leave,
would you?" Andy, however, retorts, "No way. I'm staying
right here." Debbie insists curtly, "I am capable
of looking after myself, thankyou very much - and if
you don't go right now, you can just forget about our friendship."
Andy stares at her as she adds, "Right now, you're just sticking
your nose in where it's not wanted, understood?" Andy mutters,
"If you get into strife, call me." Debbie snaps,
"Yes, alright. I'll call." With that, Andy walks off.
Debbie stands there, a look of fury on her face. After a few seconds,
though, it dissolves into a smile of relief at Andy's caring nature.
Ginny wakes up in the barn to find Craig rolling up his sleeping
bag. She looks at him and demands, "Why didn't you wake me?"
Craig tells her, "I've been trying to, the last
half an hour." With that he picks up his sleeping bag and
his knapsack and heads outside. Ginny stares at him and yells,
"Wait a sec, Craig. You can't leave me here in the middle
of nowhere." Craig just keeps walking." Ginny leaps
out of her sleeping bag and goes to remove her bag from the nail
it's hanging on. She finds it's stuck, though, and she tugs at
it to try and get it down, snapping, "Come on, dammit."
All of a sudden, there's a creaking noise, and the pillar begins
to give way. Craig turns at the noise and watches in horror as
a beam the pillar was supporting begins to fall and then knocks
Ginny to the floor. He dashes back into the barn, where Ginny
cries, "I'm trapped." The long, thick beam
is lying on top of her. Craig asks anxiously, "Are you hurt?"
Ginny tells him, "I don't think so; not badly. This
wood weighs a ton..." Craig starts trying to raise
it. He places his arms under the beam and says, "I'll start
lifting. You push as hard as you can, OK?" He then tries
to lift up the beam, but it's too heavy and he can't move it.
Ginny cries, "Come on! You've got to lift it, Craig."
After a few seconds, a puffed-looking Craig mutters, "I can't."
Ginny, looking horrified, cries, "Oh God..."