Caroline is at Beryl's. As Susan escorts her into the lounge
room, Caroline - who's holding a white plastic carrier bag - tells
her, "If you had a video, I could've brought you some tapes."
Susan just sighs, "There's no video and I'm sick of knitting...
I guess it's books!" She then offers Caroline a coffee. Caroline
smiles, "Please. And something a little more substantial,
if you don't mind." Susan's face drops as Caroline continues,
"Doug and I spent the entire morning working on possible
business deals. We skipped lunch. I'm absolutely starving."
She then adds, "What's in the 'fridge?" Susan says quickly,
"It's a bit bare." Caroline opens the 'fridge door -
to find the 'fridge empty apart from a carton of milk. She takes
it out and looks at it in surprise. She then asks Susan, "Didn't
you buy any food with the money that Doug gave you?"
Susan nods nervously, "Yes..." Caroline asks, "You
mean it's all gone? The whole $100?" Susan points
out, "There was that wine we had for dinner..." Caroline
gasps, "One bottle of wine?" Susan tells her, "I
needed some other things: the chemist and so on. Money
goes nowhere." Caroline appears to accept this.
She then comments, "I'd better go down and do some shopping
for you. Can't see you starving!" With that, she heads off,
leaving Susan standing there looking worried.
Craig opens the front door at his and Debbie's flat to find Doug
in the corridor. He smiles, "How's the pizza business?"
Craig grins, "We're making a few bucks, yeah!" Doug
steps inside and looks at Andy, standing by the table. He asks
him, "You still working the CB?" Andy, however, explains,
"No, I'm out on the road, now. Debbie's taken over
the CB." He adds, "There's someone out there likes the
sound of her voice, too!" Craig laughs, "She thinks
she has an unwanted admirer. Crank caller." Andy adds,"Keeps
coming over the CB." Doug smiles at them. At that moment,
the front door opens and Debbie walks in. Seeing Doug there, she
tells him that she has something for him - and she hands over
a talking good-luck card! A metallic voice says, "Good luck
for the future. Good luck with the stars. With everything going
so smoothly, You'll soon be ahead by far!" Debbie adds warmly,
"Good luck for your new business, Doug!" Andy chips
in, "I thought it was your T-shirt talking, for a minute!"
Doug says, "So did I! Thought I was losing my marbles!"
Craig looks at the card and asks, "How do they work?"
Andy tells him, "I think it's a piece of metal tape across
some miniature playback head or something. I've heard the ones
that play Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday,
but never one that talks." Doug, looking suddenly
thoughtful, turns to Debbie and exclaims, "You are beautiful!"
He then kisses her on the forehead and adds, "This girl has
given me a fantastic idea! I'm going to be rich again! I am going
to make a fortune!"
Susan is lying back on the couch in the lounge room at Beryl's.
She puts down the book she's reading as there's a knock on the
door. Standing up, she calls, "Coming, Caroline." She
heads out to the hallway and opens the front door - to find a
tall, thickset man standing there. He tells Susan, "Stuart
sent me." Susan asks blankly, "Stuart?" The man
replies, "From the pub? Wants to know when he's going to
see his $500." Susan says nervously, "Er... soon."
The man tells her, "If he doesn't have it by the end of the
week, it'll be $600." He then hands over a piece
of paper and adds, "That's his number. Let him know when
you're ready to pay up. I wouldn't take too long about it, if
I were you. Just a friendly warning..." With that, he turns
and heads off, leaving Susan looking worried.
There's a knock on the door of Michael's room at the mansion
and Michael calls, "Come in." The door opens and Janice
steps inside. She says to Michael, "I haven't caught you
at the wrong moment, have I?" Michael replies, "I was
just about to go out and get an early dinner, actually. Night
duty." Janice, looking disappointed, comments, "I won't
see you 'til morning, then." Michael, however, tells her,
"I'll have to come back and get my briefcase and things."
Janice looks around and says, "I'll tidy up your room while
you're gone." Michael asks in surprise, "Why?"
Janice replies, "Because I want to." Michael
insists, "You don't have to." Janice explains,
"I just thought it would be the neighbourly thing to do."
She adds, "That's the trouble with the world today:
everyone's too caught up with themselves to think about the person
next to them." She goes on, "I'm sure you're
not, coming from the country. Country people are famous
for looking after their neighbour, aren't they?" Michael
muses, "I suppose they are." He then tells
Janice, "I'll see you later." With that, he heads out,
leaving Janice standing in his room. She goes to his desk and
starts picking up some socks lying there. She then spots a sheet
of paper lying on the desk and she picks that up. She
starts reading it.
Fiona is sitting at the table in her room, looking at property
notices in the newspaper, when the door bursts open and Janice
comes running in, panting, "You'll never guess what I've
just found!" Fiona just sighs, "You know, I don't think
we're going to get a two-bedroom flat under $120,000 - or nowhere's
near decent, that is. I was rather hoping you and I could
share." Janice, ignoring this, declares, "A
love poem." Fiona stares at her and demands, "What
on earth are you talking about?" Janice replies, "Listen."
She then reads from the sheet of paper in her hand: "I am
scared to say I love you. I speak in circles in case I offend.
I desire to reach out and touch, but others have hurt with dishonest
intentions. I want to show that I am sincere in my feelings and
my actions, but I suffer because of the thoughtlessness of others
who use you without consideration." She looks at Fiona -
who sits there open-mouthed!" Janice comments, "Straight
from the heart, wouldn't you say?" Fiona asks hesitantly,
"Where did you find that?" Janice, sitting
down, beams, "In Michael's room - on his desk.
I was cleaning-up." Fiona sighs, "Janice... when are
you going to learn to stop pushing? I've told you so
many times: Michael is not interested in having
a relationship with anyone; he's too busy concentrating on his
career." Janice, however, insists, "The only
reason he's not interested, aunty, is because he's been
hurt by someone, and he's scared to try again in case
it happens a second time. That's what he's saying in
the poem: 'I am scared to say I love you.' I can help
him, aunty. I can rebuild his confidence." Fiona mutters,
"Don't be so silly. Michael's got all the confidence in the
world!" Janice tells her, "Not in affairs of
the heart. That's why he's holding back with me."
Fiona, looking worried, says pointedly, "Janice... I do think
you are reading more into that poem than you are meant to."
Janice, however, retorts, "I don't. In fact, I'm
more convinced than ever that I am just the person Michael needs.
I help him with his problem and he
helps me with mine. What better recipe for happiness?"
Fiona gasps, "Happiness?! What you're suggesting
is a recipe for disaster! For goodness' sakes, girl,
have you gone out of your senses? I don't believe what I'm hearing."
Janice just shrugs, "You'd better start getting used to it
- because before too long, Michael and I are are going to be a
twosome. You mark my words." Fiona buries her head in her
hands and sighs heavily!
Caroline is standing at the kitchen sink at Beryl's, saying in
disbelief, "Talking T-shirts?!" Doug, standing
by the table, nods, "That's what I said." Caroline demands,
"How are we going to make a million dollars out of that?
How do you get T-shirts to talk?" Doug tells her,
"Technology. The miracle of the microchip. However they get
those greeting cards to talk... It'll be a hoot." Caroline
says, "Gimmick." Doug shrugs, "Hoot. Gimmick. They'll
sell like hot-cakes; I guarantee it." He goes on, "I've
got it all worked out: we'll operate from home to keep the overheads
low; import cheap T-shirts from somewhere north of the equator.
You can be the Marketing and Promotions Manager and,
hey presto, a million dollars!" Caroline stands there, staring
at him. Susan calls over from where she's putting food in the
'fridge, "I think it's great! It's a novelty,
and it probably won't last for ever, but while it does, you will
probably make a million dollars." Doug smiles, "Someone
with vision. I like the girl!" He then looks at
his fiancée and asks uncertainly, "Caroline...?"
Caroline pauses before smiling, "I'll buy one!" Doug
gives her a hug and beams, "Sweetheart, we are going to be
in the money. We'll be throwing it around like there's no tomorrow!"
Susan's face drops as Caroline muses, "We'll see about that!"
Susan chips in hesitantly, "I don't suppose there'd be a
job for me? Cleaning the office? Making the tea? Collecting
the mail?" Doug starts to say, "There won't be much
to do first-up--" Caroline interrupts, however, and says,
"I'm sure we can find you something." Susan
adds quickly, "You don't have to; I was only half-serious."
Doug, however, tells her, "I reckon we can find a job for
you if we put our heads together. We can't let you go on living
off charity, can we?" Susan smiles at him nervously.
It's evening-time. In their flat, Craig tells Debbie, "Don't
take any orders after ten. I don't want to be too late getting
home." Andy joins them from the kitchen and adds, "It
should quieten down by then, anyway." Craig then asks Debbie,
"You'll be OK?" Debbie nods, "Course I will."
Craig adds, "No more funny voices tonight?" Debbie replies,
"If there are, I'll ignore them." Craig smiles, "Good
for you!" With that, he gives her a kiss and heads out. Debbie
sits down at the table and says to the CB radio, "Do you
hear that? No funny voices - and that's an order!"
At Beryl's, Susan picks up the piece of paper that the heavy
who visited her earlier gave her. She stares at it and then goes
to the telephone and dials the number on it. When the call is
answered, she says, "Could I speak to Stuart Lane, please?"
She waits a moment. She then says, "Oh, Mr. Lane, it's Susan
Palmer. I just thought I'd let you know I've found a way to pay
back the money I owe you... I'm not exactly sure when, but I've
got a job, and as soon as my first pay-packet comes in..."
She breaks off and cries, "I don't have any ready
cash, Mr. Lane... I'm sorry - it's the best I can do. I'll let
you know when I can make the first payment." She listens
and then snaps, "It's no good making threats, Mr. Lane. Right
now, I simply haven't got the money and that's all there is to
it." She slams down the 'phone, looking upset.
At the flat, Debbie repeats the order for a pizza into the CB
radio. Craig then comes on and says, "Roger. Out." He
hangs up. Debbie stands up from the table and goes and picks up
a magazine lying nearby. As she does so, the radio crackles suddenly.
The menacing male voice then comes on and says coldly, "I'm
here today, I'm here to stay, Please don't send your friend away."
Debbie stops in her tracks and stares at the radio as the voice
repeats, "I'm here today, I'm here to stay, Please don't
send your friend away." It then adds, "Hello, Debbie."
Debbie stares at it and growls, "Go away." The voice
just says, "Debbie, are you there? I'm your friend.
Don't be scared." Debbie grabs the radio suddenly and cries
down it, "Go away. I'm not your friend and I'm not
scared." The voice just asks, "Why don't you want
to be my friend?" Debbie retorts, "Because I don't like
you." The voice says coldly, "You don't even know
me. How can you say you don't like me? Why don't we meet
so we can get to know each other a little better?" Debbie
cries, "No! If you don't go away, I'm going to call the police."
The voice ignores this and goes on, "Why don't you tell me
where you live? That way, I could come and see
you." Debbie cries, "No!" Craig's voice comes on
the radio suddenly and snaps at the menacing voice, "Listen,
just lay off. Got that?" Debbie cries in relief, "Craig,
it's me. Can you please come home?" Craig replies,
"Be there in ten minutes, Deb." Debbie cries, "Just
hurry." The menacing voice chips in again, "Debbie,
I only want to be friends. If you won't tell me where
you live, I'll have to think of some other way we can
meet. I'm here today, I'm here to stay, Please don't--" With
that, Debbie turns off the radio. She stands there, looking horrified
The door to Michael's room at the mansion opens and Michael sticks
his head out into the hallway and looks around. Finding it clear,
he steps out into the corridor and starts creeping down towards
the main front door. All-of-a-sudden, he hears Janice call, "Michael!"
He tries to make a dash for the front door, but it's too late:
Janice runs down the stairs and smiles, "I thought
I heard you leaving!" Michael remarks grimly, "You must
have excellent hearing, Janice!" Janice tells him, "I'm
on my way to the gym. Any chance of a lift?" Michael nods,
"Certainly - and thankyou for cleaning my room." He
then adds, "I couldn't find my calculator." Janice replies,
"Top drawer on the left - next to your underpants."
Michael murmurs, "Right..." He then goes on, "In
future, no offence, but I think I'd rather clean my own
room. That way, I know where things are." Janice smiles,
"It's alright - I don't mind you asking me where I've put
things. That way, you'll know for next time, won't
you!" Michael sighs, "I suppose I will."
He then adds, "Until I move, of course." Janice's face
drops. He goes on, "When the building is sold. I don't want
to leave things until the last minute. I'll probably start looking
the first chance I get. Maybe your cleaning days are numbered
after all - at least, as far as I'm concerned."
Janice, apparently trying to blink back tears, says quietly, "Of
course. I hadn't thought..."
At the flat, Craig is telling Debbie, "He can't hurt
you, Deb; that's the main thing to remember. He doesn't know where
we live, he doesn't know our telephone number... so there's no
way he can touch you." Debbie points out, "He
knows my name. How did he find that out if he doesn't
know me?" Craig reminds her, "I told you before: listening-in.
We all call each other by our first names; that's how
he found out yours." Andy chips in, "It's someone's
idea of a sick joke. I know it's not very nice, but that's all
it is." Debbie murmurs, "I just got the feeling that's
it something else; that he knows me - or he
thinks he knows me - and it's not a joke." Craig
starts to say, "For goodness'--" Debbie interrupts,
however, and snaps, "Don't tell me I'm imagining it. It's
something that I can feel and I've always been somebody who trusts
my feelings." Craig insists, "I think you're making
a mistake this time, Deb. I really do." He then
sighs and goes on, "Deb, I love you. If I thought for a second
you're in any sort of danger, I'd do something about it. But I
don't. This guy is like an obscene 'phone caller: a nuisance.
Eventually, he'll get tired of his stupid game and call the whole
thing off. You'll see." Debbie looks at him, warily.
Janice joins Glen behind the reception desk at the gym and asks,
"Been busy?" Glen nods, "Has been 'til now. It'll
probably pick up again just when I get back from dinner. Just
my luck: I feel like an early night." Janice leans on the
desk and starts staring into space. Glen asks her, "Anything
I can bring you back?" Janice, however, is miles away. Glen
prompts, "Janice?" He waves his hand in front of her
face and she turns to look at him, blankly. He asks her, "Is
there something on your mind, Janice? You seem a little bit off
the air." Janice starts to say, "I have a friend...
she wants to develop a relationship with this man she knows onto
a more serious level." Glen nods, "With you so far."
Janice continues, "At the moment, they're very good friends,
but the man in question just isn't responding fast enough. What
should this friend of mine do?" She goes on quickly,
"I might also add that there isn't much time left; the man
in question could be moving on." Glen ponders, "In that
case, I'd say it's time for direct action. Tell your, er, 'friend'
to lay her cards on the table and see what happens. Sounds as
if she's got nothing to lose." Janice retorts, "Except
her self-respect." Glen just shrugs, "Fortune favours
the bold, Janice. Remember that." With that, he
heads off, leaving Janice looking thoughtful.
It's the next morning, and Michael walks along the footpath and
up to the front path at the mansion to find Fiona watering the
plants. He comments to her with a smile, "I didn't know you
were such a keen gardener!" Fiona chuckles, "I'm not
- but if these don't get a drink soon, they'll all be dead!"
Michael heads off up towards the front door.
As Michael opens the door to his room, Janice says cheerily,
"Good morning!" Michael rolls his eyes and sighs heavily.
He then looks across at Janice, standing by his table, where breakfast
is laid out. He asks wearily, "What's all this?"
Janice declares, "Breakfast! A home-style country breakfast,
just like your mother used to make. It's what you need
after a hard night at the hospital." Michael, however, groans,
"What I need after a hard night at the hospital is sleep."
Janice just tells him, "Later. First you must eat."
She guides him over to the table, where he sits down and takes
a sip of orange juice. As he puts the glass down again, he says,
"I have to admit: that was good." He then starts
tucking into a fry-up that Janice has prepared for him. As he
does so, Janice says, "Michael..." Michael looks at
her. She tells him, "Don't interrupt; let me finish."
She then goes on, "You and I have known each other for quite
a while, now, and I think it's fair to say that, in that time,
we've grown to like each other and respect each
other. In fact, as far as my feelings are concerned,
it's more than that." She continues, "Now,
Aunt Fiona tells me that you're not interested in marriage - but
I don't believe that. I know that you had a bad experience before,
and that you're scared to try a second time, but you needn't
be. Honest. If you ask me to marry you - for example!
- I wouldn't reject you. I'd say 'yes'. Of course, what I'd be
gambling on is how you'd feeling being the father to another man's
child - but being the type of person you are, I'm sure you wouldn't
mind. You'd love it as if it were your own. Wouldn't
you?" Michael turns to stare at her. He then asks slowly,
"How do you know that I've had a bad experience falling in
love and that I'm scared to try again?" Janice explains,
"The poem. The one you left lying on the desk. I wasn't snooping;
I just saw it there when I was cleaning. Told me everything
about you." Michael sighs, "That poem, Janice,
was written to me, not by me. A female patient
in a psychiatric ward who thought she was in love with
me. I've never been hurt by anyone - and I won't be scared
to fall in love... when the right girl comes along. I'm
sorry, Janice - really. I want to be friends with you,
but that's all we can be." A look of horror crosses
Janice's face and she jumps up from the table and runs out, slamming
the door behind her. Michael sighs heavily.
Fiona is still watering the front garden when Janice comes running
out of the house, wiping tears from her eyes. She doesn't notice
the step in front of her, and as she runs onto it, she goes flying.
Fiona looks round as he niece ends up on the ground, and she cries
in horror, "Janice!"
A few moments later, Fiona yells towards the mansion, "Michael!
Quickly!" Michael comes running out. Fiona tells him in concern,
"Michael, she fell. She seemed to fall on her stomach."
Michael looks down at Janice and then says to Fiona, "Can
you call an ambulance?" Fiona nods, "Yes, of course."
She dashes off inside. On the ground, Janice opens her eyes to
find Michael looking down at her, saying soothingly, "It's
OK, Janice. Take it easy. You'll be alright." Janice just
murmurs, "Save my baby..."
Susan is sitting in the lounge room at Caroline's. Doug is standing
there, saying, "Fortunately, I've managed to convince a couple
of investors that I'm still worth a risk or two - and they've
come up with the money to back the idea." Susan
remarks, "That didn't take long." Doug tells
her, "Never does if it's a good idea, Susan. A good
product will sell itself." He goes on, "This
afternoon, I've got meetings with supplier reps, and tomorrow
morning with technical people." Caroline comments - from
where she's arranging some flowers above the fire - "It's
all go, isn't it?!" Susan asks Doug, "Have you decided
what I'll be doing yet?" Doug admits, "No."
He then asks, "What sort of job experience have you had -
apart from nursing?" Susan tells him, "Not a lot. I
was a receptionist for a doctor while I was living in the country."
Doug asks, "Doing what?" Susan replies, "Keeping
his books... sending out accounts... making appointments."
Doug asks, "Do you want to do that for us? Keep
an eye on where we're going. Keep an eye on the money." Looking
eager, Susan asks, "Petty cash?" Doug nods, "And
whatever comes in from our sales. You can be our cashier."
Susan nods quickly, "Fine." Doug asks, "No problems?"
Susan, looking relieved, smiles, "No! None that I
Craig is drying some dishes in his and Debbie's flat. Debbie
wipes down the table and asks him, "What's on today?"
Craig tells her, "I'm meeting Andy. We're going to drop another
couple of hundred flyers; drum-up some more business." He
finishes the dishes, picks up his car keys and announces, "I'd
better be off." The 'phone starts ringing suddenly and Debbie
comments in surprise, "Who's that? No one could
want pizzas at this hour of the morning!" Craig
heads out as Debbie answers the 'phone, saying, "Hello...
Speedy Pizzas." The cold, menacing voice comes on and says,
"Debbie..." Debbie, looking horrified, says nervously,
"Who's that?" The man replies, "Don't tell me you
can't recognise the voice. It's your friend, remember?"
Debbie gasps, "How did you get my 'phone number? Who told
you?" The voice just says, "I'm coming to see
you, Debbie. Don't be afraid. I'll wait until there's no one around
to interrupt us. Just you and me..." Debbie cries in horror,
"No! Just stay away - please. Just leave me alone
and stay away..."