Gordon murmurs, "Of course, you don't have to give me a
reason or anything, but I was sure - I had hoped - that
you might say 'yes'. Oh dear. I'm sorry. I think I'm making a
fool of myself." Beryl, however, assures him, "No, you're
not. If things were different..." She stands up and goes
on, "For a start, it's this house: I couldn't live
here after everything that's happened." Gordon asks, "Is
it worse than living alone in your own home? There must
be just as many memories of Susan there. More."
Beryl nods, "Yes - but a lot happier than here,
though. And it's not just that. It's Wayne: I could never
live under the same roof as him." Gordon asks, "Apart
from that, you'll think about it?" Beryl looks at him in
surprise as she points out, "I've just been through all of
this with David and I--" Gordon interrupts her and says,
"You're right: I shouldn't be pressuring you. But maybe we
can think about it again sometime, eh?" Beryl tells
him, "The thing is, in a lot of ways, I really would like
to." Gordon asks in surprise, "Do you mean
that? And Wayne is the only problem?" Beryl points
out curtly, "It's a very big 'only', Gordon."
Gordon pauses and then says, "Beryl, if you marry me, Wayne
will not be part of our lives. I give you my word. What do you
say?" Beryl gasps, "You'd really send him away?"
Gordon nods, "If you say 'yes', yes, as soon as he comes
in." Beryl stares at him and then smiles, "Yes!"
Gordon asks, "You will? You'll marry me?" Beryl grins,
"I'd love to!" With that, Gordon steps towards
her and puts his arms round her. As he does so, he sighs in relief,
"I thought I'd blown it!" He then tells her,
"I think we need each other, Beryl. I'm sure we'll
be very happy." Beryl looks up at him and smiles happily,
"I'm sure we will."
Michael is looking through the mail on the table in the hallway
at the mansion. Ginny joins him and smiles, "Hi!" Michael
comments, "You look a bit better than when I saw
you last!" Ginny nods, "I won't be going on any more
boats for a while, I can tell you that!" She then
asks, "How about you? Settling in?" Michael replies,
"Yeah. Nice place. Good atmosphere. I reckon I'll like it."
Glen runs downstairs suddenly and joins them. As he does so, Michael
announces, "I'm off to hospital. New boy on the job and all
that. Can't afford to turn up late!" With that, he heads
out. When he's gone, Ginny comments to Glen, "Seems like
a nice guy." Glen nods, "Yeah - he's only been here
for two days and he's getting mail already! It's enough to make
a person feel neglected!" Ginny puts her arms round
him and smiles, "We wouldn't want that! How about
we go up to your room?!" Glen muses, "It's a long way
up those stairs..." Ginny suggests, "Then let's stay
here!" With that, they start kissing passionately!
Janice walks down the stairs suddenly and stops in her tracks.
She snaps at Ginny and Glen, "Look at you two, behaving like
animals." Staring at Glen, she adds, "And you especially.
Haven't you got any sense of decency?" Glen smiles,
"Come on, Janice, normal people do like to kiss
occasionally." Janice gasps, "I thought you'd be upset
- but since you're not, surely you can control yourself for a
few days at least, if only out of respect for Susan."
With that, she storms off to Fiona's room. Glen follows her quickly
and says, "What are you talking about? What's happened?"
Janice stares at him and murmurs, "Oh dear. You don't know.
I'm sorry." Glen pleads, "Janice, tell me what's happened."
Wayne is cleaning the swimming pool at the back of Dural when
Glen and Ginny storm over to him, Glen snarling, "Hamilton,
if there's one thing I'm going to wish for the rest of my life,
I had've let the sharks get you when they had they had the chance."
Wayne just glares at him and snaps, "Get out of here. I'm
not in the mood for you. In case you haven't heard, Susan's dead."
Glen retorts, "I know - I was just talking to Beryl, and
she made it pretty clear whose fault it was." Wayne gasps,
"Mine, I suppose. And what about you? If
you'd just accepted it when she married me, instead of hanging
around upsetting her and confusing her--" Glen grabs Wayne's
shirt suddenly and shouts, "That's a load of bull and you
know it. It was your fault." Ginny yells
quickly, "Do you think this is what Susan would
want? It was bad enough when she was alive, you two fighting
all the time. How do you think she'd feel seeing you now?"
Wayne pulls away from Glen and snaps, "Get off my property.
Now. Otherwise I'll have you thrown off."
Glen stands there for several seconds, glaring at Wayne. Ginny
says to him, "It won't bring her back, Glen. Let's go."
Glen nods, "You're right, Ginny. He's just a vicious, uncaring
mongrel who'd make any decent person sick. There's nothing
I can do about that, so why bother?" Turning to Wayne, he
goes on angrily, "I just hope you've got some idea of what
you've lost - and I hope it's hurting." With that,
he marches off. Ginny follows him. Wayne watches them go.
Inside, sitting in the lounge room, Gordon asks Beryl, "How
soon would you like it to be? Would you prefer a long engagement
or not?" Beryl asks, "What would you prefer?"
Gordon smiles, "I don't care either way; I'm just thrilled
you said 'yes'! Although, to be honest, the sooner the better."
Beryl tells him, "I think I feel that way, too -
but let's just take a couple of days to think about it before
making proper plans." Gordon nods, "Of course."
Wayne storms in suddenly and goes to pour himself a drink at the
bar. Gordon looks over and remarks, "Bit early for that,
isn't it?" Wayne just mutters, "So?" Gordon stands
up and tells his son, "I have some news for you: Beryl and
I are getting married." A look of shock crosses Wayne's face
and he gasps, "You're joking!" Gordon retorts, "Not
in the least." Wayne growls, "Then you need your head
read." Gordon says coldly, "I'm sure you didn't mean
that the way it sounded, but nevertheless, I think it deserves
an apology." Beryl, however, chips in tersely, "It's
alright, Gordon: Wayne and I understand each other." Wayne
growls, "Sure. The only thing I don't understand
is what dad could possibly see in you." Gordon walks
over to him son and snaps, "I'll see you outside. Now."
Wayne marches out to the hallway. Out in the hallway,
Wayne snaps, "Come on, dad, you can't be serious."
Gordon, however, warns, "The day that you ever speak to Beryl
like that again is the day that you stop being my son. Is that
understood?" Wayne protests, "I can't believe you're
being--" Gordon interrupts, though, and shouts angrily, "Is
that understood?" Wayne stares at him.
Glen is busy working out on one of the machines at the gym, as
Ginny watches. Charlie wanders in suddenly and murmurs to her,
"Hello, darling." Ginny remarks, "Charlie, you
look miserable." Charlie explains, "I've just come to
look at the books, to see how bad things actually are." Glen
carries on pumping iron. Charlie asks Ginny, "Does he have
to do that?" Ginny explains, "He's only just found out
about Susan." Charlie comments, "Must have hit him awfully
bad." Ginny says, " I just wish there was something
I could do." Charlie suggests, "Just let him
get over it in his own time." At that moment, Glen finishes
his exercising and walks over to them. Charlie tells him gently,
"I'm sorry, Glen." Glen murmurs, "Yeah, I know,
Charlie." He then asks, "So, what's the story with the
gym? Are we staying open or not?" Charlie replies,
"I haven't had the courage to look, yet, but I shouldn't
think so." Glen tells her, "I still say the place has
enormous earning potential." Charlie, however, smiles, "We
won't earn anything if they close us down - and that's
what they do when one goes broke." Glen points out,
"If we had the cash, we could trade our way out
of our difficulties." Charlie tells him, "If
I had the money. Banks are funny, Glen: if they think you've been
ripped-off through your own stupidity, they tend not to lend you
any more!" Looking suddenly thoughtful, Glen says, "Maybe
I can arrange something. Stay here; let me make a call."
A man in his fifties or sixties is sitting behind a desk in an
office. He has the 'phone to his ear and he says, "Glen,
how are you? It's been ages!" He listens and adds,
"It sure has. How's your family?" From the 'phone on
the gym's reception desk, Glen tells the man, "I don't know.
I don't get to see much of them these days." He then says,
"Frank, my trust accounts: have you been keeping an eye on
my money for me?... Good, because I want to make a withdrawal."
In the main exercise room, Charlie is lifting some light weights
up and down as she says to Ginny, "I appreciate Glen's concern,
but I don't see what he can do. No one's going to throw
good money after bad." Ginny, however, suggests, "You
never know: he might come up with something." Glen
walks back in and says, "I have. Father
to the rescue." Charlie asks in surprise, "Whose
father?" Glen replies, "Mine. I just gave him
a call at the office and asked him if he'd like to invest in a
health club chain that's going places. He said 'yes'!"
Ginny gasps, "Just like that?" Glen nods, "Yeah!"
Charlie exclaims happily, "I don't believe it!"
Glen tells her, "The fact that I'm his son had something
to do with it - but it's all a go, really. I can go round and
pick up his cheque now!"
Wayne is sitting on Tick's bed at the hospital. Tick is sitting
up and he exclaims, "Tomorrow?" Wayne smiles,
"That's what the doctor said!" Tick grins, "That's
great!" Wayne then tells him, "I've got a few
things for you, too." He takes some clothes out of a plastic
bag and hands Tick a T-shirt. Tick clambers out of bed and puts
it on. He exclaims, "It's beaut!" Wayne smiles,
"I've got something else for you, too." Tick
asks eagerly, "What is it?" Wayne, however, tells him,
"It's a surprise. It'll be waiting for you when you get home."
The door to the room opens suddenly and Michael walks in. Seeing
Tick standing on the floor, he says sharply, "Hey! You're
not supposed to be out of bed." Tick insists, "I don't
feel sick anymore. Can't I go home now?" Michael
retorts, "No. And if you don't get back into bed, you won't
be going home tomorrow, either." Wayne picks Tick
up quickly and lays him back in bed. He then turns to Michael
and says, "Fair go, doc. Don't be such a wet blanket. After
what the kid's been through..." Michael, however, tells him,
"I'm the doctor here, and I'm telling you: Richard
is nowhere near well enough to be racing around out of bed."
Wayne murmurs, "Fair enough." He then turns to Tick
and shrugs, "I suppose we'd better do what the doctor says."
Tick replies enthusiastically, "Alright. Can't wait 'til
I get home tomorrow, though!" Wayne smiles, "Me neither,
There's a selection of gym wear strewn around the lounge room
at Charlie's. Ginny is looking through some of it as Charlie says
to Glen, "I'm still not sure why you want to use me
in our campaign, darling." Glen explains, "It's personalised
advertising. It appeals to people on a more-direct level. If you
want the gym to succeed, that's where you've got to hit them."
Ginny asks in surprise, "How come you know so much about
it?" Glen explains, "It's the kind of thing I used to
be involved in - before I dropped out." Charlie comments,
"I just hope you know what I'm doing!"
Glen smiles, "Trust me. Let's just pick you some clothes
and get back over there." There's a knock on the front door
suddenly and Gordon calls, "Anyone home?" Charlie calls
back, "Come in." Gordon walks in - accompanied by Beryl.
Gordon tells Charlie, "I'm sorry about the way I sounded
off about the waiver." Charlie murmurs, "Over and forgotten
about, darling." Gordon says, "Thankyou." He then
goes on, "Something else you might all be interested
in: Beryl and I have decided to get engaged." A look of shock
crosses Charlie's face. She murmurs, however - not meeting Gordon's
eyes - "How wonderful. Congratulations." Glen adds,
"That's great news." Gordon smiles, "We
think so." He goes on, "We're not going to make a big
thing about it, because of Susan, but we'll make an announcement
after everything's settled down." With that, he and Beryl
head off again. When they've gone, Ginny remarks, "That
came out of the blue." Glen suggests, "Maybe it's like
they say: tragedy brings people closer together." Charlie
stands there looking upset. Glen comments, "Let's get these
clothes and move, eh?" Charlie, however, tears welling in
her eyes, sobs, "I can't, darling. Sorry, not now."
With that, she dashes out of the room. Glen calls in concern,
"Charlie..." Ginny tells him quickly, "Charlie's
always had a thing or two for Gordon. She's just had a shock.
Give her an hour or two and she'll get it together." Glen
points out, "We don't have an hour or two; the photographer's
booked in twenty minutes." Ginny smiles, "Looks
like Plan B!" Glen asks in surprise, "What
Plan B?" Ginny replies, "As in 'beefcake'. You'd better
get over there and start flexing for the camera or we won't have
any campaign at all." Glen stands there looking
A while later, Glen is sitting on a bench at the gym, holding
a weight his hands. The photographer takes a photo and then says,
"That'll have to do; I've got another booking in ten minutes."
Glen, however, asks quickly, "Can we have a quick shot on
the sit-up machine? It'll only take a minute." The photographer
sighs, "Thirty seconds. Let's go." Glen moves over to
the machine and gets into position. The photographer takes a couple
of shots. She then says, "OK, I'll send you the proofs as
soon as they're ready." Glen says to her, "I don't suppose
we could, er...; no, it's a silly idea." The photographer
asks, "What?" Glen tells her, "I was going to suggest
that maybe I could offer you a free fitness course for a discount
on the shots - but I guess you don't really need it,
being in such fantastic shape already!" The photographer
smiles at him and says curtly, "Listen, I have to run. I'll
see you another time." With that, she packs up her stuff
and heads off. When she's gone, Ginny exclaims, "Huh! Discount?"
Glen tells her, "I'm in the business of making money, Ginny
- and by the time I'm finished, Hamilton will be kicking
himself for ever letting go of this place. We are going
to rake in the profits like you wouldn't believe!"
Gordon and Beryl are sitting in Fiona's room at the mansion,
telling Fiona and Janice, "To be honest, we thought we'd
keep it low-key for the moment. You'll understand that Beryl isn't
exactly feeling like a lot of celebration." Fiona just smiles,
"However, a small glass of champagne between friends was
definitely called for!" She then looks at her niece and adds,
"Are you sure you won't have anything, Janice?"
Janice replies, "No, not for me, thankyou." Fiona shrugs,
"OK, suit yourself." She then asks Gordon and Beryl,
"Have you decided on a date yet?" Gordon, however, tells
her, "No, we'll work out the details later. Personally, I
still don't believe it! Two things amaze me
here: firstly, that I plucked up the courage to ask;
and secondly that Beryl said 'yes'!" Beryl smiles, "Not
half as amazed as I was!" Fiona asks, "What,
that you said 'yes'?!" Beryl chuckles, "No,
that he asked me!" Fiona beams, "That is the
best surprise announcement that I have heard in a long, long time."
Gordon suggests, "We'd better go, and let you finish preparing
your lunch." Fiona asks, "Why don't you stay and have
some with us?" Gordon, however, replies, "No,
thankyou. We thought we'd have a picnic in the grounds at home."
Fiona smiles, "That'll be nice." Everyone then stands
up and Fiona goes on, "You will keep me posted about
your plans, won't you?" Beryl assures her, "You'll be
the first to know." With that, she and Gordon head off. Janice
just stands there, looking sullen. Fiona remarks to her, "You
were very quiet." Janice murmurs, "I know." Fiona
says, "Would you like to tell me what's bothering you?"
She guides her niece over to the couch and they sit down. Janice
then sighs, "I don't know. I suppose it was just seeing Gordon
and Beryl. I keep wondering when it's going to happen to me."
Fiona insists, "You're young. Of course
it will happen." Janice, however, tells her, "Even if
I found someone, it wouldn't be a proper wedding:
the church and the music and me all in white... it would be a
lie." Fiona mutters, "Don't be so silly."
Janice, however, insists, "It would be. All my life
I've dreamed of having a nice wedding, and instead it's one awful
day of getting drunk and ending up with a total stranger. It's
disgusting. It's ridiculous." Fiona sighs,
"Janice, Janice, you're taking it all too seriously. It's
over. You've learned something from it. Now,
stop brooding and get on with your life." Janice
asks curtly, "How do you know it's over?" Fiona
stares at her and says, "You're surely not planning to do
it again?" Janice snaps, "Of course
not. But how do you know there won't be consequences? I could
be... you know: I could have a baby." Fiona stares
at her in surprise as she retorts out, "And World War III
could start after lunch! If you're all that worried about
it, there's one very simple way to put your mind at ease: go and
see a doctor." Janice protests, "I couldn't!
He'd see I'm not married. I'd be too ashamed." Fiona
asks, "You'd rather go on being a nervous wreck?" Janice
snaps, "It's alright, Aunt Fiona. I can deal with it by myself."
Fiona sighs, "Alright, alright, whatever you say, love. But
for goodness' sakes, don't worry about it too much..."
Glen is talking on the 'phone on the reception desk at the gym,
saying, "How about we do lunch sometime? Throw a few ideas
around?... Sure, that's fine. I appreciate it." With that,
he hangs up. He then says to Ginny, who's standing next to him,
"That's our advertising problem solved!" Ginny asks
suspiciously, "If they're so good, how can we afford
them? Television commercials--" Glen interrupts and explains,
"All in who you know. Spencer's an old mate of mine."
Ginny muses, "Another one?" Glen grins, "Everybody's
friend, that's me!" Charlie totters in suddenly and trills,
"Hello, darlings!" She's holding a carrier bag and a
pile of gift-wrapped boxes and Glen asks in horror, "What's
all that?" Charlie replies, "I decided there
was no sense sitting around moping, so I went for a shopping spree!"
Glen asks warily, "How much did you spend?" Charlie
shrugs, "Heaven knows, darling!" Ginny points
out, "You're supposed to be broke." Charlie,
however, tells her, "I didn't pay cash, silly!"
Glen snaps, "Charlie, we are living on borrowed money. We
are supposed to be economising. All that lot goes back."
Charlie gasps, "No! Wait 'til you see this gorgeous new outfit
I bought--" Glen interrupts, though, and retorts, "I'm
not interested, Charlie. Either all that goes back or Ginny and
I walk - and you can wear the new outfit to bankruptcy court."
A look of shock crosses Charlie's face.
Gordon and Beryl are sitting on a blanket in the grounds at Dural,
a picnic spread out in front of them. Beryl asks her fiancé,
"You're not having second thoughts?" Gordon asks, "About
the engagement?" Beryl nods, "What it's going
to mean to you and Wayne." Gordon assures her, "No.
Ever since he was born I've been bending over backwards, doing
the best I can. It's time I thought of my own happiness."
Beryl smiles, "More than time, I'd say." Gordon
muses thoughtfully, "Not much of my life's been
my own. When I got that flat a few months ago, I was trying to..."
He breaks off and chuckles to himself. Beryl asks, "What?"
Gordon tells her, "I hate those fashionable expressions
like 'finding yourself' and 'searching for an identity'. That's
what I was doing." Beryl asks, "Did you find
it?" Gordon replies, "In a way. Certainly a lot more
than sitting around the house like an appendage of Wayne or Susan."
Beryl tells him, "I know what you mean. For a while, there
was only Robert and I; other people coming and going, but no one
really cared." She then declares suddenly, "That's
one thing we haven't even talked about: Robert. How do
you feel about taking on another youngster at this stage of your
life?" Gordon replies, "I'm looking forward to it. Let's
face it, I didn't make much of a job with Wayne - but
I will not make the same mistakes with Robert. I just
hope he doesn't have problems accepting me as a father."
Beryl assures him, "I don't think you'll have to worry about
that. I'm sure he'll come to love you every bit as much
as I do." Gordon smiles at her, warmly, and raises
his glass of wine to her.
Wayne is walking along the hospital corridor, carrying some boxes.
He bumps into Michael suddenly and grins, "He was so excited
when I told him I had a surprise at home, I thought 'what the
heck! I might as well give it to him now'. Do you want
to stick around and see the look on his face? The kid's a nut
for computers!" He goes to head into Tick's room. Michael
stops him, however, and says, "Wait a minute." Wayne
looks at him in surprise. Michael goes on, "I'm sorry. I've
got bad news. I've been trying to 'phone you. Richard
had a relapse." Wayne gasps, "He's alright, though?"
Michael tells him, "He's in a coma. It's touch and go whether
he'll pull through."
A few moments later, Wayne comments in horror, "I don't
believe it. You saw him when I was here before: the kid couldn't
stop running around." Michael replies carefully, "That's
probably what brought on the relapse." Wayne murmurs in horror,
"He mustn't die. I lost Susan. I couldn't bear to
lose Richard too." Michael insists, "You won't, if we
can help it." Wayne asks earnestly, "Is there anything
I can do?" Michael explains, "That's why I've been trying
to call you. The boy needs a transfusion, but he's a rare blood
type. We don't have any in stock and we haven't found a matching
donor. Since you're his father, chances are you're the same type."
Wayne says quickly, "What are we waiting for? Let's do
It's evening-time. Beryl walks into the lounge room at Dural
and Gordon asks, "Get him off to bed alright?" Beryl
smiles, "Yes, finally! It was a bit difficult, though: he
was having so much fun playing with you - and you
were worried that he wouldn't accept you!" Gordon
comments, "We seem to be getting off to a good start."
He then tells Beryl, "I've got something for you."
Looking surprised, Beryl remarks, "Something nice, I hope!"
Gordon nods, "I think so. While you were picking
up Robert from the play centre, I did some shopping." He
removes a small jewellery case from his jacket pocket and opens
it to reveal a ring. Beryl gasps, "Gordon, it's beautiful."
Gordon tells her, "I saw it in the shop window and I thought
you'd like it. But do you know what clinched it?" Beryl asks,
"What?" Gordon replies, "It has a story. The jeweller
told me that it was the engagement ring of a couple who married
later in life, after unhappy relationships with other people -
and they stayed happily married for the rest of their life. It
has an inscription that says 'Love and loyalty forever' - and
that's how I feel about us. I hope you like it."
Beryl smiles at him warmly. She then removes from her finger the
wedding ring from her marriage to David, takes the engagement
ring from Gordon and puts it on her finger. She grins at Gordon
and gives him a warm hug.
It's the next morning. Wayne is pacing the corridor at the hospital
when Michael walks past him. Wayne grabs him and asks, "Any
news?" Michael replies, "He's only just hanging on.
He needs a transfusion urgently." Wayne snaps, "Damn.
Why did his stupid mother pick now to stay out all night?"
Michael suggests, "Maybe she's home by now?"
Wayne, however, retorts, "No, I've got a man waiting at the
house; he'll bring her over when she gets home." He then
demands, "Are you sure my blood's the wrong type?"
Michael nods his head and replies, "I wish I could say I'm
not. The mother's our only hope now." Fiona appears suddenly
from around the corner and smiles, "Hi! I brought a little
something along to cheer up the patient. How is he?" Neither
Wayne or Michael responds. Fiona asks uncertainly, "What's
the matter?" Wayne tells her, "Richard's in a coma.
Here's a rare blood group. Mine doesn't match." Michael adds,
"We're trying to find his mother, but time's running out."
Looking worried, Fiona cries, "Oh my God." She then
tells Wayne, "You're wasting time. Moya Brinkley isn't his
mother." Wayne glares at her and snaps, "Don't start
that. Not now." Fiona, however, retorts,
"Do you think I'd lie about something like that with a boy's
life at stake? She isn't his mother." Wayne
snarls, "She is. He is my son." Fiona
yells back, "He isn't. And his only chance is for
you to accept that and try and track down his real mother.
Wayne, you've got to believe me." Wayne glares at