Wayne asks the boy, "What's your name?" Tick tells
him, "Richard Brinkley - but my nickname's 'Tick'."
Wayne stares at him and then says, "Sorry, mate - someone's
playing a joke on you. I don't have a son." He goes
to close the door again. Tick holds his hand out to stop it again,
though, and says, "It's true. Moya told
me." Wayne gasps in surprise, "Moya?"
Tick tells him, "My mum. She always talks about you - especially
when she's drunk. Please don't send me home. Mum will belt
me - especially if she found out I came here." Wayne
murmurs, "You'd better come in." Tick steps inside and
asks, "Can I stay? Please?" Wayne smiles at him, but
says, "You can't stay." Tick asks, "Don't you believe
me?" Wayne muses, "Richard Brinkley..." Tick nods,
"Yeah." Wayne says, "And your mum's name's 'Moya'?"
Tick nods, "Yeah." Wayne asks, "When were you born?"
Tick replies, "15th June 1977." Wayne pauses and then
says, "OK. Come over and sit in the study. I've got to make
a 'phone call." Tick cries, "I mean it about
home: I can't go back." Wayne assures him, "Don't you
worry. No matter what happens, no one's going to hurt you again."
A short time later, Wayne dials a number on the 'phone in the
lounge room. Meanwhile, Tick emerges from the study and runs across
the hallway. He goes and listens at the lounge room door as Wayne
says on the 'phone, "John. Wayne Hamilton... Yeah... I want
you to contact the Registrar General's Department. I want a copy
of a birth certificate... Richard Brinkley... K-L-E-Y." He
listens and adds, "Date of birth... name of the father...
all that." He listens again and then snaps, "I don't
care what day it is. Pull strings; that's what you're
paid for." He hangs up. A smile on his face, Tick runs back
across to the study and sits down at the desk. Wayne walks in
and Tick comments to him, "Great computer!" Wayne smiles,
"Why don't I set you up with a computer game? I have to go
out for a couple of hours." Tick asks, "Where?"
Wayne tells him, "I want to see your mum. I want you to give
me the address." He adds quickly, "It's not that I don't
believe you; I just want to be sure." With that,
he feeds a disc into the computer and adds, "There's a book
over there: it explains everything." Tick comments, "They're
easy enough." Wayne starts up the game. Tick hands over a
piece of paper with Moya's address on it. Wayne then tells him,
"There's a 'fridge full of food if you're hungry." With
that, he heads out. As soon as he's gone, Tick picks up the 'phone
on the desk and dials a number. When it's answered, he says, "Hello?
Moya, it's Tick McCarthy - at the Hamiltons'. I told Wayne he's
my father... No, she doesn't know. I did it myself. Wayne's coming
over to your place." He listens and then gasps, "You
can't - they'll put me in a home." He listens again
and then warns, "Alright - but if you tell the truth, you're
going to miss out on that money..."
Charlie serves a tray of tea things in the lounge room at her
house and calls for Alison and Tick. Alison comes in and mutters,
"I can't find him." Charlie comments, "He's
probably off exploring somewhere; you know what ten-year-olds
are like!" She then goes on, "Actually, I'm glad
we're alone: I was hoping for some advice." Alison asks,
"What about?" Charlie sighs, "You wouldn't believe
the trouble I'm having with Janice. The poor girl means
well, but she's treating all the customers like juvenile delinquents.
She's becoming very bad for business." Alison just retorts,
"I wouldn't worry: you're not going to have a business
much longer - not unless you get rid of Wayne as a partner."
Charlie mutters, "You're not going to start all of that
again, are you?" Alison points out, "It's not just me,
Charlie; Caroline's been saying the same thing." Charlie
tells her, "Caroline is saying Wayne made me sign a paper
absolving him of all financial responsibility." Alison asks,
"And did you?" Charlie sighs, "Of course
I didn't. Don't you think I'd know if I did?" Alison
tells her curtly, "He might have slipped it in amongst the
partnership papers. You could have signed it without realising."
Charlie mutters, "Nonsense. If this paper exists, why didn't
Caroline find it?" Alison points out, "You
know what Wayne's like: he probably sleeps with it under his pillow!"
Charlie retorts, "I also know what Gordon is like.
Wayne wouldn't dare try anything dishonest with me; Gordon
would crucify him." Alison comments, "He mightn't
find out. None of us might - unless I can get into Wayne's
Tick is sitting playing Pacman on the computer in the
study at Dural. The game comes to an end and Tick stands up. He
wanders over to the cabinet by the window and picks up another
floppy disc. He puts it in the machine. 'Hamilton Industries'
flashes up on the screen. Tick types on some keys, but then gets
an error message: 'Access Denied. Procedure Terminated.'
Wayne is standing in the hallway at the mansion. Janice approaches
him and he smiles, "Just the person I wanted to see. Can
we talk somewhere in private?" Janice indicates Fiona's room
and replies, "We can go in here. Aunt Fiona's out."
They step into the room. Wayne then tells Janice, "I came
to ask your advice." Janice smiles, "What about?"
Wayne tells her hesitantly, "You see, about ten years ago,
I had, um... a friendship with a girl called Moya. It was all
above-board at first, but then it went further. I guess we were
too young. To cut a long story short, she got pregnant."
A look of shock crosses Janice's face and she sits down. Wayne
goes on, "I was prepared to accept my responsibilities: marry
Moya... have a family... The problem was she didn't want any part
of it - including the child. There was no way I could let her
get rid of it." Janice demands, "Did she?" Wayne
assures her, "Luckily I convinced her not to. Wouldn't have
been able to live with myself otherwise." Janice
comments sourly, "So, you've got a child." Wayne nods,
"A boy. Richard Brinkley." Janice murmurs, "I had
no idea." Wayne tells her quickly, "No one
does. See, when he was born, Moya cut me off completely; just
disappeared, taking Richard with her." Janice asks,
"Why?" Wayne shrugs, "You tell me. I spent
months trying to track them down. It was no good. I never
saw them again - 'til this afternoon. A boy turned up at the house,
out of the blue; said he was Richard Brinkley." Janice asks,
"Have you rung the Registry Office?" Wayne replies,
"They're checking the records now." He continues,
"From what he says, his mother hits the bottle pretty hard
and belts into him." Janice murmurs, "Poor child. There's
nothing wrong with a bit of discipline now and again, but you
can go too far." Wayne nods, "Yeah." He then asks,
"Do you think I've got any chance of getting custody?"
Janice tells him, "I don't know. The mother usually
gets custody, and if she's been looking after him for the last
ten years..." A beeping sound fills the room suddenly. Wayne
removes a pager from his pocket and looks at the display on the
screen. It says 'JOHN'. He tells Janice, "Could be news:
it's my solicitor." He walks over to the 'phone and starts
dialling a number. When the call is answered, he says, "Yeah,
it's Wayne." He listens and then smiles, "Yeah. Thanks."
He hangs up, turns to Janice and tells her, "They found the
birth certificate. He is my son. Moya might have all
the legal rights, but if she's the type of person I remember,
she might also be willing to sell them - if the price
A while later, Wayne pulls up in his car outside Moya's house.
He climbs out and starts walking up the path. Moya is doing some
more weeding and Wayne calls over to her, "Moya." Moya
turns and looks at him. He then says, "Must be surprised
to see me." Moya stands up and snaps, "You've
got a nerve." Wayne says meekly, "I know it doesn't
mean much after so long, but I am sorry about what happened."
Moya just snaps, "You're sorry? How do you think
it feels being a single mother for ten years?" Wayne
tells her, "Richard turned up - this afternoon. It's obvious
you haven't been handling the pressure too well. Told me you've
been drinking... and you've been hitting him." Moya growls,
"The ungrateful little--" Wayne interrupts and says
quickly, "It's alright: I'm not accusing you. I came to help.
Why don't I look after Richard from now on?" Moya
snarls, "You've got to be joking." Wayne points
out, "It would be a lot easier - for you... for him..."
Moya snaps, "I wouldn't let you have Tick in a million years
- and no court would, either." Wayne stares at her.
Alison opens the door to the study at Dural and marches inside
- to find Tick sitting at the desk. Looking taken aback, she demands,
"What are you doing here?" Tick tells her,
"I saw some bloke drive off from here so I thought I'd take
a look around." Alison mutters, "I have been looking
for you everywhere. How did you get in?" Tick replies,
"Through the window." Alison warns him, "You can't
go climbing into other people's houses any time you feel
like it." Tick just shrugs, "Why not? Wasn't locked."
He then says, "Seen the computer? It's a beauty!"
Alison, however, just orders, "Go back to Charlie's and wait
for me." Tick asks her, "How long are you going to stay
here?" Alison sighs, "Just a few minutes. I won't be
long. Now, go on." Tick walks out of the study. Alison immediately
goes to the safe, unlocks it, takes out a disc, puts it in the
computer and starts muttering at it, "Come on." After
a few seconds, she snaps, "Damn." The 'Access Denied.
Procedure Terminated' message is flashing on the screen. Tick
steps back into the room suddenly and says, "Let me
do it." Alison growls, "I thought I told you to go back
to Charlie's." Tick insists, "It'll be faster if you
let me show you." Alison tells him curtly, "I am quite
capable of working a personal computer, thankyou. Now, go home."
Tick turns and walks out. Alison types something else into the
computer, looking frustrated.
Standing in her garden with Wayne, Moya Brinkley snaps, "I'm
not arguing any more. Tick stays with me." Wayne
warns, "That's not very smart, Moya. I could make life unpleasant,
if I wanted to." Moya mutters, "You can't threaten
me." Wayne, however, tells her, "I have money,
Moya. You give me Richard and you could do very well
for yourself." Moya asks, "If I don't accept?"
Wayne says menacingly, "There are other ways to
convince you..." Moya turns away, a smile crossing her face.
She then murmurs, "Seems I don't have any choice, then..."
Janice sits down with Fiona at Fiona's dining table, saying,
"I don't know what's wrong with me, Aunt Fiona:
I seem to spend half my time snapping at people these
days. You... that young boy, Tick... the people at the gym. Some
of them are complaining, I know: Charlie told me." Fiona
suggests, "Maybe you should just change the way you deal
with people. Maybe you're just a bit too quick to judge; if people
feel you disapprove of them, they're going to react badly."
Janice just says, "I'm thinking of going bush, Aunt Fiona.
I visited my parents after lunch: my father showed me an advertisement
for a job in north-western New South Wales." Fiona asks in
surprise, "Doing what?" Janice tells her, "As
a governess on a property." Fiona says quickly, "Janice,
that's not for you." Janice, however, "Why not?
I'd be minding three children; living with them. I could really
get involved." Fiona asks carefully, "You sure you're
not running away from a problem?" Janice demands,
"What problem?" Fiona says hesitantly, "I
think you feel you'll never have a family of your own, and looking
after children... it's a substitute, isn't it?"
Janice glares at her and snaps, "Don't be ridiculous. I've
never heard such rot." With that, she stands up and marches
out. Fiona sits at the table, looking worried.
Out in the hallway, Janice goes and leans against the stairpost,
looking worried. Wayne bounces in through the front door suddenly
and smiles, "Hi! I saw Moya. She agreed to give me custody.
It took me a while, but when I explained the sort of life I could
give him, she came round; realised it was all for the best."
Janice tells him warmly, "I'm glad." Wayne goes on eagerly,
"I've got heaps to do. I've got to buy him new clothes, to
start with. Do you want to come with me?" Janice
says warily, "I don't know. What's going to be open?"
Wayne insists, "We'll find somewhere. Please. I
need the help. It's my first time, remember? Besides, the practice
will do you good: you'll be shopping for your own kids
one day." Janice looks down at the ground, sadly.
Alison is still muttering at the computer in the study at Dural.
Tick is pacing around and he sighs, "Let me do it."
Alison warns, "Tick..." Tick tells her, "Press
<Control> and the letter 'Y' at the same time." Alison
mutters, "I know what I'm doing, thankyou." Tick walks
over and types <Ctrl> 'Y'. A message appears on the screen:
'Access. Select file.' Tick smiles, "Piece of cake. Want
me to take over?" Alison stands up reluctantly and lets him
sit down. She then tells him, "I'm after a file on a gymnasium."
Fiona opens the door to her room at the mansion to find Charlie
standing there. She lets her in, smiling, "Hello, Charlie.
You out on an afternoon drive, are you?" Charlie replies
hesitantly, "Yes... I was just passing by and just thought
I'd drop in." She stands there nervously. Fiona asks, "How's
Ginny?" Charlie smiles, "Fine. Her designs are coming
along very nicely - and she's smartened up her own appearance,
too, I'm pleased to say. Well, of course, she had to,
didn't she, dealing with all those bigwigs in the fashion industry."
She laughs nervously. Fiona murmurs, "I suppose so."
There's an awkward silence. Fiona then says warily, "Charlie,
was there anything in particular you wanted to talk about?"
Charlie replies hesitantly, "It's very delicate, darling.
It's about the gym - and Janice: I'll have to let her go."
A look of concern crosses Fiona's face.
Out in the hallway, Wayne and Janice walk in from outside, Wayne
enthusing, "He'll love them - especially the red
shirt. I might whip back right away; I can't wait to see his reaction.
Thanks for your help." With that, he walks off. Janice heads
off to her room, just as Fiona and Charlie emerge from Fiona's
room, Fiona saying, "Just let me see what I can do first,
Charlie, that's all I'm asking." Charlie tells her, "I
can't give you too long, darling. As far as I can see,
Janice is simply the wrong person to be working at the gym."
Janice stops in her tracks on the stairs as Fiona murmurs, "Yes,
I understand she's making things difficult for you." Janice
steps back downstairs quietly as Charlie gasps, "Difficult?
I'm meant to be operating an exclusive gymnasium! The
staff need to be chic... glamorous... Unfortunately, Janice has
all the glamour of a drill sergeant." Fiona nods quickly,
"Like I said, leave it with me a while. Maybe I
can get the message across to her tactfully that she's just got
to change." Charlie warns, "It's going to take more
than mascara and lipstick." Fiona, showing her out, says,
"I realise that." Charlie shrugs, "I suppose I
can let you try - but I don't think there's much hope."
She heads off. Fiona steps outside with her. Janice, looking horrified,
heads into Fiona's room and closes the door behind her. She looks
around, glumly, and then walks over to a mirror on the side table.
She picks it up and looks in it as Fiona comes back. She says
to her aunt sadly, "'All the glamour of a drill sergeant...'"
Looking shocked, Fiona murmurs, "Darling..." Janice
tells her, "I was standing on the stairs, Aunt Fiona."
Looking worried, Fiona says quickly, "You don't want to take
any notice of everything Charlie says. There are
those amongst us who were never meant to wear leotards and leg
warmers; I'm certainly one of them." Janice, however,
murmurs, "It's not just that, Aunt Fiona. I'm hopeless with
people, too - especially the ones who are close
to me." Tears well-up in her eyes and she cries, "People
don't like being with me. They only talk to be polite;
all the time, they just can't wait to get away. I hate
myself. I'm boring and I'm ugly." With that, she runs out
and off upstairs. As she does so, she passes a young man coming
the other way. He looks at Janice and then asks Fiona, who's run
after her, "What's going on?" Fiona looks at him and
sighs, "I just really wouldn't know where to begin."
She pauses and then appears to think of something, going on, "Maybe
I would. Tony, didn't you say you were going to the university
revue this week?" Tony nods, "Yeah." Fiona asks,
"How would you like to take Janice?" Tony stares at
her and chuckles, "Get serious!" Fiona asks, "Why
not?" Tony tells her, "All my friends
will be there. She'll stick out like a...; well, she just wouldn't
fit in." Fiona says seriously, "Tony, Janice has had
a couple of really hard knocks lately; in fact, she's had a very
rough time. She might not be Miss. Australia, but she's a lovely
girl who badly needs someone to pay her a little bit of attention.
I know you like her." Tony insists quickly, "Not
as a girlfriend I don't." Fiona persists, "Couldn't
you just ask her as a friend? They do still exist, don't
they? Please? For her sake?"
It's evening-time. Alison and Tick are still sitting in the study
at Dural, Tick typing away at the computer. Alison suggests, "One
more attempt at the password. What do you say? What is it...?
What would Wayne choose for a password?" Tick asks, "Has
Wayne got a pet dog or something?" Alison muses, "The
only thing Wayne's got is a warped sense of humour! It
would have something to do with Charlie..." She pauses in
thought and then says, "Charlie's got a dog. Try
'Isabella'." As Tick types the letters into the computer,
he asks, "Does Wayne own all these companies on these files?"
Alison nods, "Yes." Tick goes on, "I knew
he must have been a rich man when I heard you talking to Moya."
Alison frowns suspiciously, "Talking to Moya about what?"
Tick replies, "Me pretending to be Wayne's son." Looking
shocked, Alison tells him, quickly, "Forget you ever heard
that. We weren't really going to do it." Tick finishes
typing in the password and a page of data appears on the computer
screen, headed 'Gymnasium Scam Data File'. Tick tells Alison,
"I'm glad I did hear. Wayne wouldn't have believed
me, otherwise." Alison gasps in horror, "What did you
tell him?" Tick replies, "That I was his son."
Alison cries, "You shouldn't have. He's a very dangerous
man. You can't go messing with him." Tick cries, "I'm
not going back into another home. I'm not going back." With
that, he runs off. Alison stands there, looking frustrated. Tick
runs out of the study and straight into Wayne's arms, as he arrives
home. Tick cries to him, "Don't let her take me away."
Wayne laughs, "Let who take you away? What are you
talking about?!" Alison marches out of the study. Wayne demands
immediately, "What's going on?" Tick tells him, "She's
trying to take me away. She wants to put me in a home." Wayne
glares at Alison and suggests curtly, "You'd better start
talking, Alison." Alison tells him calmly, "It's all
a fraud. Tick is not your son. I found him this afternoon
at the boarding house. Tick's a street kid, dumped by his mother
and living off his wits. And just for the record, Moya is not
his real mum." Tick cries, "She's lying. Moya is
my mum." Alison goes on, "Tick overheard a plan I had
to pass him off as your long lost son. It's something I'm not
particularly proud of so I stopped the idea before it got off
the ground. Not that the idea was all bad: it would have
made you look quite a fool - which is all you deserve,
considering you tried to convince everyone Caroline was insane."
Wayne stares at her and then mutters, "The last-minute guilt
is the part I find hardest to believe." Alison shrugs,
"Think what you like. I decided I wasn't being fair to Tick,
that's all." Wayne comments tersely, "Never knew you
were such a bleeding heart." Alison replies, "You live
and learn. Still, the fact is, you don't have a son - thus, no
male heir to the crooked crown." Tick pipes up, "I'm
telling the truth. Cross my heart. You are my dad."
Wayne tells him gently, "I know." He then turns to Alison
and says, "I checked out the birth certificate and my name's
right there on the bottom as the father." Alison sighs, "Tick,
tell him." Tick cries, "Tell him what?"
Alison replies, "That Moya isn't your real mother."
Tick cries, "But she is." Wayne growls, "Lay
off the kid, will you? I know what you're doing: you're
trying to prevent me from enjoying my own son because of Caroline.
Well it won't work: Caroline is around the twist and
she got that way all by herself. There's no way you're taking
it out on me and Richard." Turning to Tick, he assures him,
"We're staying right here - together." He then smiles
nastily at Alison...