Debbie cries down the 'phone, "I don't know who you are,
or what you want from me, but I don't want anything to do
with you. Right?" With that, she slams down the
handset and stands there, panting heavily. She murmurs to herself,
"Don't panic..." She then starts hunting around for
her keys. She finds them and runs to the front door. As she goes
to open it, someone knocks on it from outside. She jumps back
in horror, her hands clamped to her mouth. She then reaches over
to the nearby shelf and picks up a vase before starting to approach
the door slowly. A male voice calls from outside suddenly, "Debbie,
are you there?" Debbie recognises the voice and cries, "Frank?"
She goes and opens the door to find her neighbour standing there,
a newspaper under his arm. She cries in relief, "Frank, thank
goodness it's you!" She lets him in and closes the
door behind him, quickly. Frank asks in surprise, "Who were
you expecting? The boogeyman?!" Debbie
just cries, "Don't let them get me." Frank assures her,
"No one's going to get you." Debbie cries hysterically,
"He keeps calling me on the CB and he's saying things--"
Frank interrupts and asks, "Who?" Debbie cries,
"I don't know. There's this man and he..." Frank soothes,
"Calm down." He then asks, "The same man?"
Debbie pants, "Yes... that's why I was freaking when you
came in the door. He's ringing me on the 'phone, now:
he knows where I live and..." Frank asks, "Are you in
the book?" Debbie tells him, "No, no, we've just been
connected." Frank insists, "Then you're perfectly alright."
With that, he pulls out a chair for her at the kitchen table and
she sits down. He does likewise, going on, "It's one thing
to get your telephone number, but your address is a different
matter; they don't give out that kind of information." Debbie
murmurs, "I wish Craig was here. I thought
he'd be there, but he's bound to have gone by now." Frank
asks, "Where?" Debbie shrugs, "I don't know. He's
delivering pamphlets with Andy." Frank says, "I'll tell
you what: I was just in my room doing the crossword and needed
a pen. Had to borrow one from you and... what say I stay here
with you until you calm down, hmm?" Debbie sighs in embarrassment,
"This is so stupid..." Frank, however, rubs
her arm with his hand and tells her, "You're certainly in
no condition to be in on your own. You can help me do the crossword."
Debbie smiles at him and says gratefully, "Alright. Thanks."
Frank tells her, "My pleasure."
Susan arrives back at Beryl's and walks into the lounge room
- to find Stuart Lane sitting waiting for her. He says coldly,
"Hello, Susan." Susan stares at him in shock and demands,
"How did you get in?" Lane tells her, "You left
the window open. Very careless, don't you think? Someone might
get in and hurt you." Susan asks, "What do
you want?" Lane retorts, "My money." Susan protests,
"You said you'd give me time to pay." Lane tells her,
"You can have 'til this afternoon." Susan gasps, "How
am I going to find $500 in a few hours?" Lane just shrugs,
"That's your problem." Susan snaps, "It's
impossible. I can't do it." Lane, however, warns, "Listen,
sweetheart, I'm not mucking about. I need that money and I need
it now." He stands up and starts approaching her.
Susan says quickly, "I'm sure I can get an advance on my
salary. Please - I just need a few more days." Lane, however,
retorts, "I'm sorry, lady. This afternoon, alright? I'll
be back." With that, he heads out, leaving Susan looking
Janice is sitting up in a hospital bed at Park Ridge Hospital.
Fiona is sitting at her bedside. Janice tells her aunt, "I'm
sorry I've put everyone to so much trouble. I was so silly. I
don't know what got into me; I should've looked where I was going."
Fiona just suggests gently, "Why don't you put it all behind
you?" The door to the room opens suddenly and Michael walks
in, smiling, "How's our star patient today?" Janice
mutters, "Feeling like an idiot." Michael,
however, insists, "I don't think so. I'm sorry." Janice
asks quietly, "Do you think I could've hurt the baby?"
Michael sits down on the edge of her bed and says, "That's
what I wanted to talk to you about." Janice asks
in horror, "What's wrong? Something terrible's happened!"
Fiona soothes, "Calm down." Janice just cries at Michael,
"You're keeping it from me, aren't you?
The baby's dead." Michael, however, tells her, "There
is no baby." Janice stares at him and sobs, "I've
lost it." Michael, however, explains, "There
was nothing to lose. Janice, you're not pregnant."
Janice asks in surprise, "What are you talking about? Of
course I'm pregnant." Michael just shrugs, "I'm
sorry." Janice insists, "I must be. I did the
test myself. It was positive." Michael
tells her, "Those mail-order kits aren't always accurate."
Janice demands, "What about all my symptoms? My morning sickness
and..." Michael explains, "It's what we call a 'phantom
pregnancy'. It happens sometimes - especially when a
woman is very anxious to have a child." Janice snaps, "That
certainly wasn't my case, I can assure you."
Michael tells her, "All I'm saying is that the body can do
strange things when it wants to." Janice cries, "It's
so stupid. I was upset because I thought I was
pregnant and now I'm upset because I'm not." Michael
tells her gently, "Have a good cry. You'll feel much better.
I'll look in later." With that, he stands up and leaves the
room. Left alone with Fiona, Janice snaps, "Alright. Say
it." Fiona asks softly, "Say what?" Janice
retorts, "'I told you so.'" Fiona just sighs, "Janice,
darling, after all you've been through, why on earth would I say
that?" Janice tells her matter-of-factly, "I
deserve to be pregnant." Fiona mutters, "In
heaven's name, what are you talking about?" Janice retorts,
"God meant that child to be a living reminder of the sins
of the flesh." Fiona sighs, "Darling, you're talking
about a baby as though it was some kind of curse."
Janice tells her, "If I'd been an unmarried mother, that's
what it would be. Now I'll have to be punished
some other way." Fiona sits there and looks up to
the ceiling, murmuring to herself, "I do give up!"
Wayne is sitting on the couch in the lounge room at Dural, snapping
down the 'phone, "I don't know. You're
the enquiry agent. Start by finding out where she went
for the two weeks before our money went missing." He stands
up and walks over to the bar, going on angrily, "Just start
moving on it. Stop wasting time." With that, he slams down
the 'phone and hangs up. He then picks up the decanter of scotch
from the bar and pours himself a glass. Ginny walks in from the
hallway and comments, "Starting a bit early, aren't we?"
Wayne snaps, "What I drink is my business."
Ginny murmurs, "Only making conversation. No need to jump
down my throat." Wayne tells her quickly and more calmly,
"Sorry. I'm a bit on edge." Ginny asks, "What's
biting you, anyway?" Wayne growls, "Alison."
Ginny comments, "Getting up your nose again, is she?"
Wayne mutters, "The woman's a maniac. Susan... Richard...
all of my money... She's taken everything from me."
Ginny asks, "What do you mean about Susan?"
Wayne starts to snap, "If it hadn't been for Alison--"
He then breaks off and sighs, "Let's just say she helped
wreck my marriage." Ginny murmurs, "I'm sorry."
Wayne just says, "It's water under the bridge now. I'm sorry
I snapped your head off. It's just that I'm feeling a bit alone
at the moment." Ginny points out, "You've got me."
Wayne smiles, "I know. I appreciate it, too. You don't know
what it means to have someone to talk to - and trust."
Ginny smiles at him, knowingly...
There's loud music playing in Craig and Debbie's flat. Craig,
Debbie and Andy are all sitting at the table when the front door
opens and Frank sticks his head around. Debbie smiles at him,
"Come in, Frank." He steps inside. He then hands Debbie
a whistle and tells her, "I brought you this. Next time that
idiot rings, give him a blast with that." Debbie smiles,
"Thankyou. I will." Craig stands up and says to Frank,
"Deb told me that you stayed with her this morning.
Thankyou." Frank assures him, "My pleasure. I enjoyed
the visit." With that, he heads off again. Debbie sits back
down and tells Craig, "You see? I've got nothing
to worry about: Frank's right next door." Craig mutters,
"I still don't like it." Debbie smiles, "I'll get
a watchdog!" Craig grins, "We'll be out on our ears!"
Debbie indicates the whistle and comments, "Then this is
the next best thing. Please - go and do the round with Andy."
Craig asks, "You sure?" Debbie insists, "Of course
I'm sure. The next time that creep rings, he's going to get a
Doug is sitting on the couch in the lounge room at Caroline's,
counting some money. Caroline is standing at the front door with
Susan, commenting in surprise, "I didn't expect you back
today." Susan explains, "Just something I wanted to
see Doug about." Caroline lets her in and Susan heads into
the lounge room - where she stares at the money in Doug's hands.
He finishes counting and declares, "$975. Not bad for one
morning's advance sales!" Susan sits down and remarks, "Sounds
like you're on the way!" Doug tells her, "Not one knock-back.
They all said it was the best idea since sliced bread!" Susan
pauses and then says hesitantly, "Could I talk to you for
a minute - about my job?" Doug, however, stands up and replies,
"Talk to my partner, will you? I've got to dash." With
that, he grabs his briefcase and heads out. Susan looks at Caroline
and says nervously, "I was wondering whether I could have
some money in advance - on my salary, I mean." Caroline smiles,
"Sure! When did you want it?" Susan tells her bluntly,
"Now." Caroline reaches into her handbag, takes
out her purse, removes some notes and says, "$50. Will that
tide you over?" Susan takes it, but looks worried. Caroline
asks, "Something wrong?" Susan says quickly, "No,
no, that's fine, thanks." She stares down at the pile of
Doug's money on the coffee table...
Debbie is sitting at the kitchen table in her and Craig's flat
when the front door opens and Craig comes in. Debbie smiles at
him, "Hi! Where's Andy?" Craig replies, "In the
van. I thought I'd pop up and see how you're doing." Debbie
tells him, "I'm fine." Craig asks, "No more funny
calls?" Debbie replies, "No, not one. I think I scared
him off." She then indicates a covered basket that Craig
is carrying and asks, "What's in there?" Craig
tells her, "A surprise. Shut your eyes." Debbie does
so. Craig places the basket on the table and then removes the
item in there. It's a wind-up cuddly dog! He sets it going and
it starts crawling along the floor, making metallic barking noises!
Debbie beams at Craig, "I love it! I love
it! Where did you get this?!" She picks it up as
Craig explains, "One of our customers owns a toy shop."
Debbie turns the toy off and then declares, "I'm going to
call it Aloysius." Craig asks in astonishment, "Why?!"
Debbie explains, "I've got an Uncle Aloysius and
they've got the same nose!" With that, Craig picks up his
keys again and, with a smile on his face, goes to head back out.
Debbie calls after him, "I love you."
Susan is sitting in a chair in the lounge room at Caroline's,
looking agitated. Apparently not noticing, Caroline is saying
keenly, "It's wonderful to see Doug looking so enthusiastic
again." Susan just murmurs, "Yes." Caroline adds
angrily, "That rotten agent took him for such a ride.
When I think of him skipping off with Doug's money..." Susan
asks in surprise, "What agent?" Caroline replies,
"The one I told you about." Susan murmurs distractedly,
"Sorry - I'd forgotten." Caroline goes on, "Doug
was fit to be tied. I've never seen him so angry."
Susan says suddenly, "Caroline..." Caroline, however,
just continues, "He's a battler. I'll say that for
him." She then offers Susan a cup of coffee. She accepts.
Caroline stands up and heads off to the kitchen. When she's gone,
Susan looks down again at the money on the coffee table. She stands
up, checks the coast is clear and then picks up the bundle of
money. She puts a couple of notes back down again. Looking guilty,
she then calls to Caroline quickly, "On second thoughts,
I'll skip the coffee, Caroline. I'd better be getting
home." Caroline, however, comes back into the room with two
mugs and insists, "Rubbish! You've got time for one
cup, then I can drive you back." Susan tells her impatiently,
"Please. I can catch a cab." She picks up her cardigan
and uses it to cover up the money she's holding. As she does so,
she accidentally knocks against the mugs that Caroline is holding,
and the coffee spills over the cardigan. Caroline gasps, "I'm
sorry, Susan. Give it to me - I'll sponge it
before the stain sets." Susan starts to protest nervously,
"No, no, it's alright." Caroline, however, pulls the
cardigan out of her hand - and the money falls onto the floor.
Caroline looks at Susan suspiciously. She then looks down and
notices the reduced pile of money on the coffee table. Susan murmurs
in horror, "God, I'm so ashamed..." Caroline demands,
"How could you, when you know how hard
Doug has been working?" Susan insists, "I'm sorry."
Caroline snaps, "How did you expect to get away
with it?" Susan murmurs, "I don't know. I just
wasn't thinking." Caroline says in a suddenly softer tone,
"Would you like to sit down and tell me what all this is
about?" Susan retorts, "I can't." Caroline,
however, warns, "Either that, or I tell Doug." Susan
stares at her and then sits down, saying as she does so, "I'm
broke." Caroline comments in surprise, "Again?"
Susan explains, "I lost it... I gambled it. There was this
man at the pub. He talked me into a silly shell-game. I know it
was stupid. It's just one of those things, I guess. Then today,
he came over to the house, wanting his money." She adds,
"Caroline, I'm scared." Caroline stares at
her, but then says soothingly, "Don't worry - I won't let
anyone hurt you." She sits down with Susan and rubs her arms,
comfortingly. Susan, however, cries, "You didn't see
him. He's going to do something terrible - I know
it." Caroline asks, "How much do you owe?" Susan
admits, "Five hundred." Caroline, looking shocked, muses,
"Some shell-game." Susan insists, "It
just happened. I don't know what came over me."
Caroline asks, "When is this 'person' coming over to collect
his pound of flesh?" Susan tells her, "This afternoon."
Caroline nods at her and then says, "Alright. I'll lend you
the money. Just this once. But I want you to promise me something."
Susan says quickly, "Anything." Caroline tells her,
"That you will never gamble again." Susan replies, "I
promise." Caroline warns, "I mean it, Susan:
if you blow it this time, you're on your own." Susan
insists, "I won't." Caroline accepts this and
says, "We'll got to the bank after lunch." Susan sits
there, still looking worried.
Michael is wheeling Janice - who's sitting in a wheelchair -
along a corridor at the Park Ridge hospital. They pass a woman
walking along, carrying a baby, and Michael smiles at her, "Hi
there. I looked in on your friend; she's doing fine." He
then indicates the baby and asks, "Is it yours?" The
woman nods, "Yes." Michael asks, "Boy or girl?"
The woman replies, "It's a girl. Her name's Stella."
Janice stares at the baby and asks, "Could I have
a nurse?" The woman smiles, "Of course!" She hands
Stella over and Janice cradles the small child her in her arms,
staring at her lovingly. She asks the woman, "Is she a good
baby?" The woman replies, "She's wonderful!" Janice
comments, "She must be a lot of work." The woman tells
her, "Sometimes - but I don't mind: she's worth
it." Janice hands Stella back to her mother, saying as she
does so, "Thanks, Mrs..." The woman, however, tells
her, "It's, um, Miss. Simpson." Janice nods
uncertainly, "Thanks anyway."
Susan is standing outside a building in a street in Melbourne.
Caroline walks over to her, smiling, "Sorry I took so long
- there were a lot of people in the bank." Susan just asks,
"Did you get it?" Caroline hands over a wad of notes.
Susan takes them in relief and says, "Thanks, Caroline. You
don't know what this means to me." Caroline asks,
"Would you like me to come back home with you?" Susan,
however, insists, "No, I'll be alright." Caroline asks
in concern, "What if he turns nasty?" Susan assures
her, "He won't - not now that I've got the money." Caroline
murmurs, "If you're sure..." With that, she adds, "I'll
see you later," and she walks off. Susan starts walking in
the opposite direction. As she does so, she passes a TAB and stops
outside, looking worried. She then watches as a man walks out
through the door, counting his winnings. He looks at Susan and
smiles, "My lucky day! Sometimes you're hot!"
Susan stands there and looks at the money in her hand - and then
Ginny is whispering down the 'phone in the hallway at Dural,
"No, I haven't... I'm trying, aren't I? Just quit
bugging me, Alison." With that, she hangs up sharply. She
then sighs and heads into the lounge room, where Wayne is sitting
looking at a file of papers. She smiles, "Hi!" Wayne
looks at her and replies, "Hi, there." Ginny asks, "You
want to go for a walk or something?" Wayne, however, tells
her, "Too much work to do." Ginny pushes, "Anything
important?" Wayne replies, "Nothing for you
to worry your sweet little head about." Ginny asks, "Still
trying to get back at Alison?" Wayne tells her, "Sure.
She'll keep. Why?" Ginny says quickly, "Just wondering.
Thought you might have something in mind." Wayne just says
lightly, "Yeah... I've got one or two things." Ginny
asks, "Like what?" Wayne, however, just smiles, "Why
don't you go and watch telly or something?" Ginny, however,
says quickly, "Oh... I think I'll have a game of cards."
Stuart Lane is standing outside the front door at Beryl's when
Susan arrives back there. She stares at him and comments, "I
didn't expect you this early." Lane just demands,
"The money." Susan sighs, "I did have
it. Something happened." She unlocks and opens the
door, adding as she does so, "I need just a few more hours."
Lane snaps, "Not good enough, girlie." Susan
heads inside and Lane follows her. He marches into the lounge
room, where Susan cries, "I'll pay it back. I promise."
Lane retorts, "That's what you said this morning."
Susan insists, "Just a few more hours." Lane, however,
grabs her arms and says coldly, "You've had all the time
you're getting." Susan asks in horror, "What
are you going to do?" Lane snaps, "I'm going to show
you that Stuart Lane doesn't get messed around by anybody
- including you." He starts shaking her. She cries,
"No! Please, don't!" The front door bangs suddenly and
Doug storms in. He yells at Lane, "Take your hands off her."
Lane lets go of Susan and looks at Doug, who demands, "What's
going on?" Lane retorts, "A private business transaction.
None of your business." Doug looks at Susan and says tersely,
"Is this ape threatening you? 'Cos if he is, I'll
call the police." He starts to walk to the 'phone. Susan,
however, cries, "No! Please - don't do that." Doug suggests,
"Then I think one of you had better come up with an explanation
- and make it good." Lane tells him, "The lady
owes me some money. I came around to collect." Doug asks,
"How much money?" Lane tells him, "Five
hundred." Doug looks at Susan and asks in surprise, "How
did you run up a bill like that?" Susan cries, "I
can't explain, now. I just owe it, that's all."
Doug reaches into his jacket pocket, takes out his wallet and
sighs, "Lucky for you a couple of customers came good
this morning." He takes out $500, hands it to Lane and snaps,
"Now get." Lane mutters, "I wouldn't've touched
her." He heads out. When he's gone, Susan murmurs to Doug,
"I don't know how to thank you." Doug tells her, "There
is one way: just don't let it happen again." Susan
insists, "I'll pay it back - I promise." Doug says,
"What I'd like to know is how the hell did you get
into this mess in the first place?" Susan shrugs,
"I owed some money... and then when Caroline lent
it to me, I lost it at the TAB." Doug groans, "When
are you going to get it through that head of yours that betting's
a mug's game?" Susan cries, "I'm sorry."
Doug tells her, "I'm really trying to help you, Susie."
He then goes on, "I tell you: I'm dead against this pretending-you're-dead
rubbish. I'm only going along with it to keep Caroline happy.
She's the one in there batting for you - and
you go and pay her back by throwing away her money." Susan
insists, "It won't happen again." Doug asks, "Is
that a promise?" Susan nods earnestly, "Yes." Doug
comments, "I guess I'm going to have to start trusting you
sooner or later. Just lay off the gambling, OK?" Susan tells
him, "I promise." She then asks, "Why'd you come
around?" Doug explains, "I was going to get you to bank
that five hundred." Susan looks away, guiltily.
Debbie is playing with the toy dog on the couch at the flat.
As she turns it off, she smiles, "You wouldn't let
anybody hurt me, would you?" The 'phone starts ringing
suddenly. Debbie stares at it, looking nervous. She then stands
up and approaches it, murmuring to herself, "Please let it
be somebody else." She picks up and says, "Hello?"
There's no response. Debbie sighs, "Hello. Who's there?"
The cold, menacing voice comes on and starts taunting, "I'm
here today, I'm here to stay, Please don't send your friend away."
Debbie looks around her and picks up the whistle. She gives it
a shrill blast down the telephone. The voice, though, just says,
"That wasn't very nice, Debbie. I just want us to be friends."
Debbie yells, "Could you just go away and leave me alone?"
She then slams down the 'phone and stands there, looking upset.
Ginny is sitting on the floor in the lounge room at Dural, playing
cards on the coffee table. Wayne is sitting on the couch. He closes
a file of papers and announces, "I've got to go out for a
while... Maybe we can go for that walk when we get back?"
Ginny smiles, "Any time." Wayne stands up, puts on his
jacket and says, "See you later." He then heads out
into the hallway and opens the door. As soon as Ginny hears it
close, she stands up and walks over to the bar, where Wayne has
left a pile of papers. She starts going through them. She doesn't
realise that Wayne is still standing in the hallway... She picks
up the telephone on the bar and dials a number. When the call
is answered, she says, "Alison? It's Ginny." She isn't
aware of Wayne peering through the gap in the open lounge room
doors. Ginny tells Alison, "It's alright: he's just gone
out. I think I've got something. There's a letter from
someone called G. Miller, Enquiring Agent. It says he's following
through instructions to follow the movements of Miss. Alison Carr
during the last three weeks." Wayne stands in the hallway,
looking annoyed. On the 'phone, Ginny says curtly, "Yeah,
that's all it says." She listens and then snaps, "I'm
doing my best, aren't I? If you don't like it, you can
get someone else." With that, she slams down the
'phone. Wayne steps into the lounge room and stares at her...