Janice is marching down the hallway inside. Fiona emerges from
her room and asks, "What was all that noise?" Janice
snaps, "Firecrackers - let off, no doubt, by that juvenile
delinquent we had in here ten minutes ago. He is a menace.
Firecrackers are illegal. He should be reported to the
police." Fiona sighs, "The people who sold
them to him should be the ones who are reported." Janice
retorts, "True - but that doesn't excuse the little monster
from doing something he was distinctly told not to. Maybe
a slap around the tail would improve his memory." At that
moment, the front door is flung open and Alison and Glen walk
in. Glen has Tick on his shoulders, and he smiles, "Let's
cheer for the conquering hero, eh? Hip hip hooray!" He then
puts Tick down and says to Fiona and Janice, "Allow me to
introduce you to the country's latest hero: Tick McCarthy."
Fiona asks in surprise, "What's he done?" Glen explains,
"He stopped me ending up having a face like minced beef."
Alison adds, "Two bullies cornered Glen in the backyard,
determined to do him over." Tick chips in, "I fixed
them. I threw Chinese crackers at them!" Janice glares at
him and growls, "It was you. I knew I was
right." Fiona sighs, "Janice..." She then asks
Alison and Glen, "Bullies? Who sent them?" Alison tells
her, "Glen thinks it was Wayne." Glen mutters,
"Who else would it have been?" He turns and
heads for the door. Alison says quickly, "Forget it."
Glen, however, retorts, "I'm sorry, but I can't."
With that, he storms out. Alison sighs heavily.
A short time later, Fiona is serving up a bowl of ice cream to
Tick in her room. As she does so, Alison asks her, "What's
the latest on Susan?" Fiona replies, "She's fine. Beryl
called from the hospital." Alison asks, "Is she going
back to Wayne?" Fiona tells her, "She wants to - unfortunately.
The poor girl is just riddled with guilt." Tick chips in
suddenly, "Who's Wayne?" Fiona replies, "He's a
nasty man, darling." Alison goes on, "Susan mightn't
be so keen on setting up shop if I could just get the goods on
Wayne with that gym business." Fiona says, "You know,
what puzzles me is why Charlie would go into partnership with
him in the first place." Alison sighs, "Charlie's
going to be more than puzzled when she finally realises
Wayne's out to rip her off. The thing is, I'm positive
that all the proof I need is on that computer disc." Fiona
asks, "Can't you... print it out, or whatever it is you do
with computers?" Alison sighs, "It's not that easy,
I'm afraid. For one, Wayne's watching me like a hawk, so I can't
get near the study; and two, I don't know the access code to the
file." Fiona smiles, "It's all too technical for me!"
Tick asks suddenly, "Has Wayne got a computer?" Alison
nods, "Yes." Tick goes on, "We had computers at
my last school. They're fun!" Fiona smiles at him
and suggests he goes and washes his hands. He heads out. Alison
muses to Fiona, "I wish Glen hadn't gone running off like
that. You know how dangerous Wayne is when he's cornered. Right
at the moment, Glen should be staying as far away from him as
possible." Fiona sighs, "You know men: they
just won't be told!"
There's a sharp knocking on the front door at Dural. The lounge
room doors open and Wayne emerges. He goes and opens the front
door - and Glen immediately gives him a shove, snapping, "I
want to talk to you, buddy." Wayne growls, "I
don't remember inviting you in." Glen retorts, "Then
throw me out." Wayne snaps, "I will."
Glen snarls, "With whose help? Your big, tough mates? I don't
see them. Where are they?" Wayne mutters, "What
mates?" Glen snaps, "The ones you sent over to the boarding
house to do me over." Wayne growls, "You're crazy.
Will you just get out before I have to call the cops?" Glen,
however, grabs the lapels of his shirt and snaps, "No cops.
No hired help. Just you and me." Wayne mutters, "You
want a fight, do you?" Glen growls, "You got
it in one." Wayne says, "Can I ask why?"
Glen snaps, "Because I'm going to knock your stupid head
off. You've got away with too much, Wayne: taking people down...
doing the dirty on them... having people bashed up. Now it's time
to pay - and believe me, mate, I'm going to tear you
A few moments later, the lounge room doors burst open and Glen
punches Wayne into the room. Wayne falls to the floor. He kicks
out with his feet and manages to push Glen back. He leaps up,
but Glen lands another punch on him. They both fall to the floor
and start struggling. As Wayne recovers again, Glen pulls him
up onto the couch and whacks him around the face.
Out in the hallway, Gordon and Charlie walk in from outside,
Gordon saying, "It's going to be late by the time we reach
Woombai." They head into the lounge room as Gordon adds,
"By the time I've been to the office and you've sorted out
your problems with Janice at the gym--" He breaks off as
Charlie screams, "Oh dear!" Glen is still leaning over
Wayne on the couch, holding him by the lapels of his shirt. Gordon
snaps at him, "What the hell's going on? Move away."
Glen, standing up reluctantly, snarls, "He deserved
it." Gordon demands, "What's this all about?" Glen
yells, "It's about your yellow-bellied son not having the
guts to face up to a fight. He sent two heavies around--"
Wayne interrupts and snaps, "That's a lie."
Glen just goes on, "Because Susan decided to leave him and
come and live with me. You see, that's the way your son
operates, Mr. Hamilton: he can't get what he wants, he resorts
to violence." Gordon snaps, "What do you think you're
practising: non-violence?" Glen retorts, "Hitting
back." Gordon growls, "Not in my house."
Glen snaps, "It doesn't matter where. You see, people can
take so much and then they break. All Wayne's cheats, all his
smears, all his lies... well, I finally broke, and you
know what? I'm glad. I'm just sorry you didn't give me
time to finish the job. You've got a weak excuse for
a son, Mr. Hamilton. He sure as hell isn't someone to be proud
of." With that, he storms out. Gordon turns to his son -
who's dabbing a bloody nose with his handkerchief - and asks,
"What do you know about these heavies?" Wayne mutters,
"Nothing." Gordon insists, "I want the truth,
Wayne." Wayne snaps, "I'm telling you the truth.
Glen wants Susan. He'll do anything he can do to get her. Making
me look bad is just part of it." Gordon stares at
him. Wayne growls, "Don't you believe me? Look,
my wife wants to leave me, I could be dying of a disease that
hardly anybody has heard of and I've got business problems up
to here." He indicates his head. He then goes on,
"Do you really think I've got the time or inclination to
organise a couple of heavies to belt-up Glen? There wasn't a mark
on him. He was obviously making the story up." Gordon
continues to stare at him. He then says, "Alright. I believe
you. We won't say another word about it. Come on - let's get this
nose of yours seen to." With that, he leads Wayne off, leaving
Charlie standing in the lounge room, looking thoughtful.
At Beryl's, Debbie walks into the kitchen with Andy. He's holding
a bunch of flowers and Debbie comments, "They're beautiful.
They must have cost you a fortune." Andy replies,
"Anything to cheer up Caroline. How is she?" Debbie
tells him, "Right now, she's asleep." She then asks,
"How's life at the horse stud?" Andy replies, "Fair
to middling." He adds, "Do you mind if I stay for lunch?"
Debbie smiles, "No." There's suddenly a knock at the
front door and Debbie goes to get it. She finds Craig standing
on the step and she smiles, "Hello!" Craig is holding
some flowers as well, and he explains, "They're for Caroline!"
Debbie invites him in and the two of them head into the kitchen.
Looking annoyed to see Craig there, Andy mutters, "G'day."
Debbie says, "Craig, you busy for lunch?" Craig replies,
"No." Debbie asks, "Do you want to join us?"
Andy mutters, "I've only set a table for two."
Debbie laughs, "There's plenty more plates!" Craig grins
at her, "Thanks, Deb - I'd love to stay!" A
look of annoyance crosses Andy's face.
Glen is sitting on the couch in the lounge room at Charlie's.
Ginny hands him a drink. As he takes it, he comments, "Alison
must still be at the boarding house. I thought she might have
been here." Not responding to this, Ginny just asks,
"You like my new clothes?" She's wearing a bold purple
outfit, and Glen nods, "It's different to what you usually
wear." Ginny explains, "I'm changing my image."
Looking miles away, Glen murmurs, "She was just about to
leave him, you know? Had her bag packed; the lot. Then
she goes and falls down the stairs." Ginny comments, "She's
lucky she didn't hurt the baby." Glen, however, replies grimly,
"She sees it as a warning - the kind of thing she can expect
if she leaves Wayne." Ginny asks, "Is she going back
to him?" Glen shrugs, "I don't know. I'm certainly
out of the running. It's just so damn frustrating: all
I want is to be with her and I can't." Ginny tells
him, "If it's any consolation, I know what you're going through:
all I want is to be with Craig, and he's back
chasing Debbie. Hurts, doesn't it, seeing the person you love
with someone else." Glen murmurs, "Sure does."
Ginny declares suddenly, "You and I should go out and spend
the night raging; try and forget about our worries."
Glen looks at her and smiles, "Mightn't be a bad idea at
Alison and Fiona are sitting at the table in Fiona's room at
the mansion as Tick tells them about the time he tricked a teacher
with a plastic snake at school. Fiona bursts out laughing as Janice
walks in and mutters, "Everyone seems to have having a good
time." Alison explains, "Tick's just been telling us
about his schoolboy adventures." Janice, however, growls,
"Schoolboy lies, more likely. Look what I
found." She takes out Tick's football from behind her back.
Tick cries, "That's mine." Janice throws it
to him and retorts, "I know." Turning to F,
she continues curtly, "I found it in that old caravan out
the back - along with some of Tick's clothes and food cartons
and drink containers. Tick doesn't go to school or live
down the street; he's a runaway. He's been living in the caravan."
Tick cries, "I'm not a runaway." Janice snaps,
"So that collection of bits and pieces in the caravan doesn't
belong to you?" Tick murmurs, "Some of it." Fiona
looks at him in concern and asks, "Have you been
living in the caravan?" Tick replies, "Only last night."
Janice demands, "What about the night before that?"
Tick tells her, "I stayed with my mum." Alison asks,
"Won't your mother be wondering where you are?" Tick
insists, "She knows I can take care of myself. I often
stay away at nights - you know: camp out?" Fiona tells him,
"I think it's probably best if you go home tonight, don't
you think?" Tick insists, "I've got money." Fiona
says, "I'm sure you have, but I still think it would be a
good idea." Alison says quickly, "I'll take
him. Come on, Tick." She stands up and leads him out of the
room. Janice sits down with Fiona and comments sourly, "He's
probably been wagging school, too." Fiona chuckles,
"We've all done that!" Janice retorts, "I
didn't." Fiona rolls her eyes and muses, "No... I'm
sure you didn't, Janice...!"
Out in the hallway, Alison is looking through the telephone directory
for entries under 'McCarthy'. She asks Tick, "What street
do you live in?" Tick tells her, "Wye Street."
Alison asks, "What number?" Tick shrugs, "I don't
know. A hundred and two." Alison looks through the directory
for 102. Tick goes on, "You won't know how to find it."
Alison puts down the directory and sighs, "You're lying
to me, Tick." Tick insists, "I'm not."
Alison takes his hand and leads him over to the stairs. They sit
down and Alison says, "I'm not going to dob you in; I just
want to know the truth. You have run away from home,
haven't you?" Tick doesn't respond. Alison then
tells him, "I'll do a deal with you: if you're honest
with me, I'll be honest with you -
and I promise I'll do everything I can to help. How about that?
Is it a deal?" Tick just says, "Mum's all oogly for
the boyfriend. I don't know where she is." Alison
asks, "What about your father?" Tick shrugs, "Never
had one." Alison asks, "Friends? Relatives?"
Tick shakes his head. Alison asks, "You live all on your
own?" Tick nods at her. Alison asks, "How do you manage
to survive? Do you steal things?" Tick
replies, "If I haven't got any money." Alison smiles,
"That's logical!" She then says, "Come on - let's
go back to my place." Tick asks in surprise, "Why?!"
Alison points out, "You can't stay in the caravan
anymore. Besides, I've got something I want to talk to
A while later, Tick and Alison have a Monopoly set open
on the coffee table in Charlie's lounge room. Tick is looking
around and he comments, "It's a big house. Do you own it?"
Alison smiles, "No, a friend does. I'm staying with her."
Tick asks, "Do you own the other big house next door?"
Alison replies, "No. That belongs to the Hamiltons."
Tick asks, "Wayne?" Alison nods in surprise, "That's
right!" She then goes on seriously, "Tick, I can't believe
your mother would just walk out on you without saying
anything." Tick tells her, "She left me a note like
the last time she left." Alison asks, "What
sort of note?" Tick replies, "For the police
- so they could put me in a home." Alison muses, "I
see... and you didn't want to go into a home?" Tick
retorts, "No way. I hate it." Alison comments,
"The homes they put kids in these days are pretty good, aren't
they? I don't think there's anything to be frightened of. What
about school? Won't your teacher be wondering where you are?"
Tick replies, "I don't have a teacher. Me and my
mum were always moving around. I haven't been to school for...
since last holidays." He then asks, "You going to call
the cops?" Alison asks, "What would you do if I did?"
Tick shrugs, "I don't know. Find another caravan?" Alison
smiles, "I don't think we'll call the police. I'm sure we
can come up with a much better option than that..."
A woman is doing some weeding in the front garden of a house
when Alison walks up the path to her and says, "Hello, Moya."
The woman turns and looks at her, blankly. Alison goes on, "Remember
me? Patricia Hamilton. I know - I've changed." The woman
stands up and gasps, "Patricia Hamilton? That's right...
I read something in the papers. What is it you call yourself now?"
Alison replies, "Alison Carr." She then asks, "How
have you been keeping, Moya?" Moya tells her bluntly, "Alright."
Alison asks, "How's your son?" Moya shrugs, "I
wouldn't know. I haven't seen him for years." Alison
asks, "You don't keep in touch?" Moya replies hesitantly,
"The people who took him away at birth think of him as their
own. I'd only get in the way." She then goes on, "Does
Wayne ever ask after him?" Alison smiles, "The
indiscretion of a 17-year-old boy with the office girl... No,
Wayne never asks about him. It's something he's chosen to forget."
Moya mutters, "You rich types are all the same: nothing matters
to you, does it?" Alison points out, "You didn't
do too badly out of it, Moya. I always made sure you had enough
money to cover expenses." Moya retorts, "To keep my
mouth shut." Alison remarks, "I don't recall you complaining
at the time." Moya growls, "'Anything to protect
the family name, no matter how much it cost.' That right?"
Alison nods, "Yes. That's right." She then indicates
the house behind them and asks, "Do you own this house?"
Moya retorts, "I'm paying it off." Alison says, "How
would you like to earn a little bit extra? You could discharge
the mortgage and have enough money left over to enjoy a trip to
Europe." Moya looks at her suspiciously...
Andy, Debbie and Craig finish clearing up after lunch. Andy laughs,
"I reckon I'll suggest to Beryl that she get a dishwasher!"
Debbie hands him some leftovers wrapped in newspaper and says,
"Do you mind taking these outside to the rubbish?" Andy
mutters, "Now?" Craig taunts, "You're
not scared of getting your hands dirty, are you, Andy? I though
you'd be used to it after washing out horse stalls!"
Andy heads out. Craig tells him, "Don't hurry back."
When he's alone with Debbie, he tells her, "I was hoping
we'd get a chance to be on our own." Debbie smiles, "I'd
never have guessed!" Craig continues, "Now we're friends
again, and we agree we like each other, would you wear my friendship
ring again?" Debbie looks at him dubiously before asking
sourly, "Ginny give it back, did she?" Craig asks in
surprise, "What are you talking about?" Debbie asks,
"Didn't you give it to Ginny?" Craig replies, "No."
Debbie tells him, "The photo with you in the papers... she
was wearing it there." Craig insists, "It certainly
wasn't this one. It's been burning a hole in my pocket
ever since you gave it back to me. It would mean a lot to me if
you would wear it again." He holds it out to her.
She takes it - just as Andy comes in again and smiles, "I'm
back! Job's done!" Craig looks at him in annoyance. Debbie,
looking suddenly wary, says to Craig, "I'll have to think
about it. I'll let you know."
Tick is playing with the remote control for Charlie's TV in her
lounge room. Out in the hallway, the front door opens and Alison
and Moya step inside. Moya goes to walk into the lounge room,
but Alison says quickly, "Before you go in, here's some money.
It should cover food and clothes for the next couple of weeks.
If you want any more, just call me." She hands over some
cash and Moya nods, "I will." They head into the lounge
room and Alison smiles at Tick, "Tick, this is Moya."
Moya smiles, "Hello, Tick." Alison adds, "Moya's
going to be looking after you for the next couple of weeks."
Tick looks at Moya and asks, "Are you from Welfare?"
Moya replies warmly, "No." Alison explains to Tick,
"I wanted you to meet Moya because tomorrow you'll be going
to stay with her. She owns a very nice house; I'm sure you'll
like it there." Tick turns to Moya and asks, "Will I
have my own bedroom?" Moya nods, "Yeah, you can have
your own bedroom." She then adds quickly, "I won't take
up much of your time. I just thought we should meet; say hello."
With that, she heads back out to the hallway, adding, "Bye,
Tick." Alison follows her out. In the hallway, Moya takes
a small pad from her bag and, writing something on it, says, "Here's
my number in case you ever need me." She hands it over. She
then asks, "How long am I expected to play den-mother?"
Alison tells her, "Until you find out enough about his background
to convince everyone you're his real mother - then we dump the
prodigal son on Wayne's doorstep." Moya points out, "All
this depends on Tick playing his part too." Alison
smiles, "He will. I'll tell him my idea tonight. The poor
child's missed out on so much in his life, a shot at the good
time's probably all the encouragement he'll need."
Moya stares at her and remarks, "You must really hate
Wayne." Alison assures her, "Oh, I do."
Moya mutters, "To use a ten-year-old child... it's nice to
see you haven't changed." With that, she heads out, leaving
Alison standing looking thoughtful.
Gordon opens the front door at Dural to let Charlie in. He asks
her, "How are things at the gym?" Charlie replies, "I
think I've smoothed some ruffled feathers, but there's
a long way to go." They head into the lounge room as Gordon
asks, "She's not proving too popular as a manger?" Charlie
sighs, "It's her manner, Gordon. She's changed,
and I'm not sure what's behind it." Gordon tells her, "You'll
have time to find out. Woombai's off, I'm afraid: some business
problems to sort out." They sit down and Charlie sighs, "Oh
well. No rest for the wicked." Wayne walks in suddenly from
the hallway and Charlie smiles, "Hello, Wayne. How's the
nose? Has it stopped bleeding?" Wayne mutters, "Several
hours ago, Charlie." He sits down as Charlie then asks, "Have
you been to see Susan today?" Wayne growls, "No."
Charlie sighs, "You should. It's time for re-building
bridges, Wayne, not sitting at home feeling sorry for yourself.
Now you've got a lovely baby girl on the way--" Wayne interrupts
and snaps, "Don't remind me." Gordon says to Charlie
quickly, "Could I see you for a minute?" He heads out
of the lounge room and into the hallway. Charlie follows him.
Gordon closes the lounge room doors behind them and then says,
"Look, this is not exactly the right time to talk to him
either about Susan or the baby. And he's still upset
about that incident with Glen this morning." Charlie nods,
"Who could blame him?" Gordon suggests, "Why
don't you pop back tomorrow, eh?" With that, he opens the
front door to let Charlie out. When she's gone, he heads back
into the lounge room. Wayne is standing behind the bar, pouring
himself a drink. Gordon tells him, "I know you're upset over
Susan." Wayne growls, "Damn right I am."
Gordon goes on, "But Charlie's right: sitting around
feeling sorry for yourself isn't going to get you anywhere. If
Susan's willing to give your marriage a second go, you'd be a
fool not to accept it. I'm going over to see her now; can I tell
her to expect you?" Wayne hesitates and then says, "It's
not just Susan." Gordon asks in surprise, "What else?"
Wayne tells him, "I don't want a baby girl."
Gordon comments, "That is a ridiculous attitude."
Wayne retorts, "A son can follow in the family business."
Gordon points out, "So can a daughter." Wayne mutters,
"It's not the same." Gordon retorts, "Of course
it is. There's absolutely no difference." Wayne cries, "It
means the family name stops with me." Gordon suggests,
"Adopt a son, if it's that important to you."
Wayne murmurs, "It wouldn't be the same. I'd know he wasn't
mine. It should have been a boy, dad. I wanted a boy."
Tick is sitting with Alison on the couch in the lounge room at
Charlie's. He smiles, "I like her." Alison
asks, "Moya?" Tick nods, "Yeah." Alison smiles,
"That's good." Tick, looking at a piece of paper in
his hand, goes on, "Willoughby. Is that where she lives?"
Alison nods, "Uh huh." Tick tells her, "I reckon
you're better, though." Alison smiles sincerely, "Thankyou."
Tick then says, "One of my mum's boyfriends used to give
me money to go to my friend's place. I thought it was because
he liked me - but that was when I was a kid. Now I now he just
wanted to get me out of the house so he could... you know... he
wanted to kiss mum and that sort of stuff. You're only
looking after me because you like me, aren't
you?" A look of guilt crosses Alison's face momentarily.
The front door bangs suddenly and Charlie walks in. Alison comments
in surprise, "I thought you were going to Woombai with Gordon."
Charlie, staring at Tick, murmurs, "Cancelled until further
notice." Alison introduces Tick and Charlie to each other.
She then suggests to Tick, "Why don't you go outside and
play for a while? Have a look around." Tick runs out to the
hallway. He lingers by the door, though, and listens as Charlie
lectures, "It is a well-known fact that you hate children,
Alison Carr, so pray tell what is that child doing in my house?"
Alison sighs, "Don't carry on, Charlie, I feel bad enough
as it is. I was about to do the lowest thing I have ever
contemplated in my life." Charlie murmurs, "I don't
even want to think about it." Alison tells her,
"Remember when Wayne had that illegitimate child about ten
years ago?" Charlie gasps, "That's not him?!"
Alison replies, "No, that's not him, that's Tick. I was about
to pass him off as Wayne's son. It would've worked; they're the
same age - almost. Richard was born on the 15th, Tick was born
on the 11th. With Tick working for me, I could've had Wayne exactly
where I wanted him: Wayne's desperate for a son... I could have
been pulling all the strings." Charlie shakes her head and
tuts, "An innocent little boy?" Alison nods, "I
know. I'm ashamed I took the idea so far." Tick
continues to listen in the hallway as Charlie asks, "What's
going to happen to him now? He can't stay here."
Alison shrugs, "I don't know. He's not going to like the
idea of going back into a home, but what else is there?
I certainly can't put him back on the streets." With that,
Tick stops listening and runs off.
Wayne emerges from the lounge room at Dural and goes and opens
the front door. He finds Tick standing there. He looks down at
the boy and snaps, "What do you want, kid?"
Tick tells him, "I'm looking for my dad." Wayne mutters,
"Then you've come to the wrong house. Try next door."
He goes to close the door again. Tick, however, puts his hand
out to stop it and asks quickly, "Is your name Wayne Hamilton?"
Wayne retorts, "What if it is?" Tick tells
him, "Then you're my dad." Wayne stares at him in surprise.