A while later, Susan is sitting alone with Wayne in the lounge
room as he says, "I can still hardly believe all this."
Susan murmurs, "I know." Wayne, however, tells her,
"No - you don't know. No one could unless
they'd been through it: to have someone you love so much come
back from the dead..." Susan stands up and says, "I
didn't do it to hurt you, Wayne; it's just the way things
were between us, I thought you would have been glad to see the
end of me." Wayne gasps, "How could you even
think that? I know things came off the rails a bit, but...
I love you. Surely you must have known what losing you
would do to me." Susan looks at him and replies,
"I was confused. I needed time to think." Wayne
says sincerely, "As long as you've got whatever it was out
of your system. I'm glad you're back." Susan tells him, "I
was going to come back anyway - but when I saw you last night
on the telly, I could see the pain I'd caused you. I couldn't
put you through any more." Wayne comments, "I must admit:
I didn't expect you to turn up with a TV crew."
Susan explains, "I wanted you to see I meant it;
that I was really coming back. Somehow, with the camera, it was
more of a commitment." Wayne nods at her. He then steps towards
her and says, "You gave me a hell of a shock at the funeral;
you know that?" Susan murmurs, "I said I was confused.
I've been blaming you for things that, really, were my
fault. All I want to do now is put it all behind us; make a new
start. Can we? Did you mean what you said last night?" Wayne
tells her gently, "I meant it."
Beryl is sitting on the couch in the lounge room at her house,
reading My Sister My Love. The 'phone starts ringing
and she gets up to answer it. She then cries, "Susie. Is
that you?" In the hallway at Dural, Susan replies, "Yes,
it is. Mum, I'm sorry." She listens and then says, "I'm
fine - honestly. Are you?" Beryl tells her, "I
am now, love." She then appeals, "Oh, Susie,
why?" She listens again before asking, "Where
are you now?" Looking astonished, she then gasps, "Why?
Wasn't that the reason for all of this? To get away
from him?" Susan sighs, "It's not that simple. I'll
try and explain when I see you." She listens and then cries,
"No, mum, don't come up. Please. God knows I want
to see you, but I've put you through enough." Beryl,
however, just says, "I'll be there in a few hours; the first
'plane I can get." With that, she hangs up. She then picks
up My Sister My Love and hides it in her bag on the dining
room table before heading out.
Charlie puts a suitcase down in the lounge room at her house
and sighs to Alison, "This is the worst part about
coming home: the unpacking." Alison is already unpacking
a bag in the room. She removes a copy of My Sister My Love
from her bag and asks in surprise, "Is this mine?"
Charlie smiles, "No, darling, it's mine. I bought
it just before we left, but I was already packed, so I whipped
it in with your things." Alison flicks through the
book and comments, "You don't think it's time you outgrew
these schoolgirl romances?" Charlie grabs the book and cries,
"It's not, darling! It's a turbulent tale of adult
human emotions, full of profound and controversial insights. At
least, that's what it says on the dustjacket!" There's suddenly
a hammering on the front door. Charlie goes to get it. Alison
remains in the lounge room - and suddenly hears a piercing yell.
She dashes out to the hallway to find Charlie lying unconscious
on the floor and Susan bending over her. Alison stares at Susan
and gasps, "My God!"
Andy, Craig and Doug are sitting at the table in Craig and Debbie's
flat. Craig looks at Doug and snaps, "How long are we just
going to sit here? She's been missing two days and the police
haven't done anything." Doug points out, "They're
doing what they can. Like they said, they can't start a full-scale
search without some sort of evidence." Andy asks, "What
evidence do they need? The girl is missing;
anything could have happened." There's suddenly
a gentle knocking at the front door. Craig leaps up to answer
it - to find Frank standing on the step. Looking disappointed,
Craig sighs, "Frank. What's the matter?" Frank tells
him, "Nothing, nothing. I just want to know if I could borrow
a couple of teabags; I've run-out again." As Craig gets the
teabags, he asks, "How's your daughter enjoying her stay?"
Frank replies, "She's fine. She'd like to get out of the
flat more often, but I like to keep her inside; you know how things
are these days." Craig murmurs, "Yeah - I guess."
With that, he hands Frank the teabags and Frank heads out again.
When he's gone, Andy comments to Craig, "Daughter,
eh? Good-looker?!" Craig, however, warns, "Don't get
excited - I got the feeling the other day she wasn't much more
than ten!" He then sits down again and suggests to Doug,
"Maybe we should call the cops; see if they've heard anything."
Doug, however, insists, "There's no point, mate: the minute
they've got something, they'll call us."
Next door, Frank unties a gag from around Debbie's mouth. She's
sitting at the kitchen table and she cries, "Frank, please,
you've got to get let me go. I can't take any
more of this. Please - it just isn't fair. I've never
done anything to you." Frank mutters, "You
broke my heart when you went away, Amy; don't you think that's
something?" Debbie cries, "I'm not Amy, I'm Debbie."
Frank snaps, "You're lying. You're turning into a liar, just
like your mother. That's why I've got to keep you away from her.
You just sit there and I shall make us some tea." He heads
over to the kitchen area. Debbie stands up and says, "I won't
tell the police. If you let me go right now, I won't tell anyone."
Frank, however, retorts, "Don't you talk to me about the
police: keeping a man from his own child..." Debbie
sighs, "I don't know anything about that. I'm not
your daughter." Frank says, "I almost wish that
were true: no daughter of mine would cheapen herself
by living in sin with that boy next door. That's your mother
in you, and that's why I've got to save you." Debbie shouts
suddenly, "For heaven's sakes, listen: I am not
your daughter. My name is Debbie Halliday. I never saw you
before I moved in here." Frank glares at her and snaps, "Don't
raise your voice to me. If you have no respect for yourself,
at least have some for other people." He then goes on more
calmly, "You think I'm mad; well I'm not. I know that you're
not a child anymore; bringing you fairy floss... making you say
your prayers... that was just to help you remember." Debbie
asks, "Remember what?" Frank replies, "How
you used to be my little girl - before she took
you away." Debbie says, "I'm sorry that happened to
you - I know that you must have loved her - but that has got nothing
to do with me. Keeping me here isn't going to
help you." Frank mutters, "I'll keep you away from him."
He glances at the wall to Craig and Debbie's flat. Debbie repeats,
"I am not your daughter." Frank, however, snaps,
"Heaven help me. I am not a violent man, but if you say that
again, I shall whip the hide off you. Just 'cos your mother
trampled all over me, don't think you can. The reason
you're here is to learn." Debbie mouths, "Learn
what?" Frank retorts, "Something your mother
never taught you: the difference between right and wrong. How
long it takes and how much it hurts is up to you - but
the first thing you have to face up to is who you are and how
much of your mother's wickedness is in you. Do you understand?"
Debbie just stares at him. Frank yells, "I asked you a question,
Amy: do you understand?" Debbie replies quickly,
"Yes, yes." Frank growls, "Good." Debbie stares
at him, fearfully.
Susan is sitting in the lounge room at Charlie's. Alison comments,
"You even went to Glen's funeral." Susan explains, "I
knew everyone would be there. It was my chance of saying goodbye
without anyone knowing." Alison remarks, "Obviously
you changed your mind about disappearing." Susan explains,
"That's what I want to talk to you about: I've got
money coming to me from Glen's will - a lot - and I know exactly
what I'm going to use it for." Alison remarks, "To help
your mother and Gordon." Susan, however, tells her, "That'll
have to wait. First, I'm repaying Wayne for all he's done. I'm
going to use the money to destroy him." A look of
surprise crosses Alison's face and she asks, "You hate him
that much?" Susan growls, "You can't imagine
it. The one real chance at happiness I've ever had and he took
it from me. He pushed me down and made me into a piece of property.
Well, from now on, it's the other way around." Charlie looks
across from where she's lying on the other couch, an icepack on
her head, and murmurs, "I'm not quite sure I understand,
darling." Susan asserts, "It's simple: I'll let him
have the money to build the company back up - but all the time,
I'll be the one in control. I'll see to it that he can't
even buy a newspaper unless he comes to me for the money."
Looking puzzled, Alison asks, "Why risk it all? Why tie yourself
to a man you hate? You really can afford to start a new life.
You can find someone you can be happy with." Susan
stands up and sighs, "Glen's gone. There won't be
anyone else - so why put myself through the pain, trying? The
only satisfaction in life now will be seeing Wayne suffer."
Alison muses, "I can't say I have any sympathy for
Wayne, but it seems very self-destructive from your point
of view." Susan retorts, "The company is as good an
investment as I'll find once it's moving again. I'll probably
make a lot of money out of it - and if I do, I can use it to help
Gordon and mum. The thing is, I'm not smart enough to take Wayne
at his own game. I need a person to advise me on the business
side." Charlie says from the couch, "I'll do anything
I can to help, darling." Susan, however, looks at Alison
and says, "It's you I want. Can we work together?"
Looking worried, Alison stands up and says hesitantly, "Look,
Susan, I really don't think it's a good idea." Susan cries,
"Yes you do; you're just worried it's going to backfire on
me. The way to see it doesn't is to help me. If you don't,
I'll just get someone else - but we both know that you're
the ideal person." Alison muses, "I must admit, I'd
hate not to be there when Wayne does get what's coming
to him..." Susan smiles weakly, "Then you'll do it?"
Alison nods, "With pleasure!"
Debbie is still standing by the kitchen table in Frank's flat
as Frank says, "Don't you remember how wonderful it was?
We used to go for picnics in the park, and you used to wave to
all the people as they went past in the train. Then, one day,
I couldn't take it any longer - the thought of you going back
to that house - so we went away together; just the two
of us. Don't you remember?" Debbie shakes her head at him,
sadly. Frank goes on, "You loved it because now we were on
the train and you used to wave to all the people as we
went past. We rode for days - and then we got off."
He pauses. Debbie asks gently, "What?" Frank cries,
"They had no right." Debbie probes, "Who? What
happened?" Frank retorts, "They were waiting for us
at the station. They said I couldn't see my little girl ever,
ever again. I tried to explain; I pleaded with them;
I said how much I loved you - but they wouldn't listen. Then she
took you away. I couldn't write to you; I didn't know where you
were; I didn't know what to do. I was so lonely; I missed
you so much I wanted to die. But I didn't. I knew that
one day I would find you and save you from them - and thank heaven
I have..." He begins to break down in tears at the
table. Debbie strokes his arm and he sits there, sobbing. She
The front door opens at Dural and Susan steps inside. Wayne emerges
from the study and tells her, "I was just coming to see if
I could find you. Your mother's here." Susan asks, "Is
she angry?" Wayne replies, "A bit scratchy - but that's
normal when I'm around." Susan murmurs, "Best get it
over..." She goes to head into the lounge room. Wayne opens
the door for her. In the lounge room, Beryl turns to
look at her daughter. Susan says gently, "Hello, mum."
Beryl stares at her, lovingly. She then asks Wayne, "Would
you mind leaving us, please?" Wayne turns and heads out of
the room. Susan then runs into Beryl's arms. Beryl cries, "I
thought I'd lost you." Susan tells her, "I
know. I'm sorry - I know you must be angry." Beryl just cries,
"Angry? Oh, love, I suppose I should be,
but it's just such a miracle you're alive." Susan
says, "I know I should've told you; Caroline and Doug wanted
me to, but I was terrified Wayne would find out. I know
you wouldn't have told him, but... I can't explain it; I just
wasn't being rational." Beryl murmurs happily, "It's
alright. I think I understand. But there is one thing
that doesn't seem to make any sense - and that's why you're here;
why you came back to him." They pull apart and Susan
asks uncertainly, "Where else would I go?"
Beryl tells her, "You could come home with me."
Susan, however, murmurs, "No. I owe Wayne too much to just
walk away." Beryl stares at her in shock and gasps, "If
you mean getting even, that's the kind of thing that made Wayne
the way he is. You don't want to end up like that."
Susan just nods coldly, "If that's what it takes." Beryl
cries, "Do you realise what you're saying? Can't you see
how much he's changed you already? You come back with me before
it's too late." Susan just shrugs, "It already is."
Beryl whispers, "Susie... I have been through too much. I
can't take anymore. If you insist on staying here, don't look
for me to pick up the pieces when things go wrong. You're going
to have to make a choice between Wayne and me." Susan gasps
in shock, "Mum! Please!" Beryl, however, just says,
"I don't think there's any sense in talking anymore, until
you've made your choice." Susan sighs heavily. She looks
Debbie finishes a meal in Frank's flat and says, "That was
great." Frank tells her, "I'm sorry there's no dessert."
Debbie insists, "That's OK - I'm full." She then adds,
"There is one thing I'd like, though." Frank
asks, "What's that?" Debbie tells him, "Some
fresh air. Any chance we could go for a walk? We could go to the
park, like we used to, and watch the trains." Frank, however,
says quickly, "No, no, I don't think so, no. You're still
under your mother's influence, and until I'm sure that that's
gone...; anyway, how do I know you won't go back to that boyfriend
of yours?" Debbie tells him, "I give you my word."
Frank stares at her. He then says, "If there's any trouble,
we'll come straight back and I'll be very angry." Debbie
nods, "I know." Frank looks at the dinner plates and
says, "We'll clear these things and we'll go."
Andy is standing just inside the front door of Craig and Debbie's
flat, commenting, "There's something funny going
on. I was just talking to one of the other tenants--" Craig
interrupts and mutters, "Tell us later. I've got enough to
worry about without some gossip from the rest of the building."
Andy insists, "I reckon this might have something to do
with it." He goes on, "I mentioned to this bloke about
Frank's daughter and he said she can't be staying with
him; he's known Frank for years and said that there is a restraining
order stopping him from seeing the kid." Doug chips
in, "Maybe he gets lonely? Likes to pretend?"
Craig remarks, "He's got to have someone up there;
look at all the extra teabags he's been borrowing - and that fairy
floss I saw him with." Doug chuckles, "He's nuts
about the stuff; too embarrassed to admit it so he pretends it's
for his kid!" Craig, however, retorts, "It can't be
that; he told me he doesn't eat sugar." Andy goes
on, "I got thinking: I don't really know the guy,
but don't you reckon he's been acting a bit strange;
kind of twitchy?" Craig gasps, "You think he
knows something?" Doug comments, "Probably
shouldn't jump to conclusions - but he is somebody Debbie
knows... she'd let him in without being suspicious..."
Andy remarks, "It's a wild shot." Craig, leaping up
from his chair, suggests, "Let's find out."
Next door, Frank picks up a clip of bullets and loads it into
his pistol as Debbie stands and watches. She comments, "Still
don't trust me?" Frank replies, "I think I
do - but there's still the police and your mother: if they
see you, they'll want to take you back, and I won't let them do
that." There's suddenly a knock on the front door and Craig
calls, "Frank?" Debbie calls back, "Craig!"
Frank grabs her. Debbie says quickly, "I just want to tell
him I'm alright." Frank growls, "That's a lie.
You want to go back to him, to live with him."
Craig calls again, "Debbie!" Debbie looks at Frank and
cries, "Listen to me: I'm not Amy. I love Craig
but I care about you, too." Frank snaps, "Don't
lie. You're just like your mother: you care about nobody else
but yourself and never have and never will."
At the door, Craig yells, "Open the door or I'll break it
down." Debbie yells back, "No, Craig, he's got a gun!"
Out on the landing, Craig hisses at Andy, "Get the police
- quick." Andy dashes back to Craig and Debbie's flat."
Craig then says to Doug, "What are we doing to do? If we
try breaking in he's going to hurt her." Doug suggests,
"Let's keep a lid on things until the cops get here, eh?
Maybe we can sort it out without anyone getting hurt." Craig
looks at him warily.
A short time later, two police cars pull up outside the block
of flats. A number of police officers head into the building as
a photographer takes snaps. Craig is standing with Andy by the
front door. He cries to a police officer standing there, "I
won't get in the way. She's my girlfriend; I can help."
The officer just tells him, "I'm sorry, son. We'll get your
girl back for you. There are men inside there now who are trained
negotiators. Let them do their job - alright?" Andy grabs
Craig's arm and pulls him down the path. Craig sighs, "If
I only knew what was happening..." They join Doug,
who tells Craig, "The best thing you can do for her is just
keep out of the way." Andy points out, "At least we
know she's not hurt." Craig, however, retorts, "For
how long? The nut has got a gun; he can use it any time."
Doug reminds him, "He's had her up there for two days now;
if he was going to do anything to her, he'd have done
it by now. Just have to wait and hope for the best." Craig
glares at him.
Two police marksmen, holding rifles, are standing on the landing
outside Frank's flat. One of them calls through the closed door,
"We'd like to hear what your problem is, Frank. Why don't
you let the girl out, then we can talk about it?" Inside,
Frank is holding his pistol close to his chest. He cries at Debbie,
"I knew they'd come for you, just like they did
before." Debbie appeals, "Frank, please--"
Frank interrupts and snaps, "How did they find you? You must
have got a message to them. A proper fool you took me
for, wasn't it? All that 'I love you, dad; I want to
stay with you, dad.' Your mother's daughter through-and-through,
that's what you are. The world would be a better place
without you." Debbie cries, "No, honest, I
swear, I don't know how they found me." One of the marksmen
calls again, "Frank..." Frank yells at him, "Go
away. Just go away and leave alone. I'll kill her before
I let you take her." He then corrects quickly, "No...
Go away. Shut up; just shut up and let me think." Debbie
cries, "Frank, you're only making things--" Frank glares
at her and yells, "You shut up, too. Is this what
you wanted? You and your sick excuse of a mother. I wish I'd never
met her. I wish you'd never been born."
He then walks over and grabs the photo of his ex-wife and his
daughter. He holds it out to Debbie and yells, "Look at her.
Take a look. I should've got rid of you both years ago."
Debbie cries through tears that are welling in her eyes, "Frank,
please calm down." Frank just yells, "Shut up. I told
you to shut up. You are staying with me and that is that. Shut
your lying mouth or I will shut it for you."
Outside, Craig is talking to the police officers by the front
door again. Looking defeated, he turns and heads back down the
path. Andy and Doug are standing by a small wall and Doug comments,
"No joy, by the look of it." Andy murmurs, "I guess
not." He walks over to where Craig is leaning on a wheelie
bin and asks, "Any news, mate?" Craig cries, "I
can't hack this much longer. I just want to know what's
happening." Andy tells him, "If it's any help,
I know what you're going through: you know how I feel about Deb,
and if I couldn't split you two up, some nutcase up there
with a couple of bags of fairy floss isn't going to."
Craig looks at him and says, "Andy... I appreciate you sticking
around." Andy tells him, "No sweat. I was hoping when
this is all over, maybe we could become better friends."
Craig nods, "That would be good. When this is over, I'll
tell you one thing: if she comes through this, I'm never
going to let anything take her away from me again."
Inside, in Frank's flat, Frank is still holding out the photo
and ordering Debbie, "Look at her. Take a good look."
Debbie cries, "Alright. I don't know what you want me to
say. I don't know what you want." Frank
yells, "I want you back the way you were before;
before she poisoned you. Such a sweet little girl. Now
look at you; I'd hardly know you were the same person." Debbie
cries, "Because I'm not. Please--"
Frank interrupts and snaps, "You're not even sorry.
I wanted to take you back; I've have tried to make you into a
decent person - and look at the way you repay me: you lie and
then you get your boyfriend to call the police." Debbie insists,
"I did not do that." A marksman calls suddenly,
"Everything alright in there, Frank?" Frank yells at
the door, "I told you to go away." Debbie yells, "Do
as he says. He won't hurt me if you do." There's
silence from outside. Frank, however, murmurs suddenly, "No...
they're not going to go away. They want the satisfaction of giving
you back to her and making me stand and watch. Oh no..."
Still clutching the photo, he puts his arm round Debbie and cries,
"Not again. I let them do it once. If I can't share
my life with you, then..." He starts to lift the pistol,
pointing it towards Debbie's chest. Debbie gasps in horror, "No!
Outside, the police officers, Craig, Andy and Doug hear a shot
being fired inside. It's followed quickly by another one. Looking
horrified, Craig, Andy and Doug start to race up the path, but
are restrained by the policemen. Craig cries, "That was shots
up there." Several policemen run up the path behind him and
go streaming into the flat. Andy grabs Craig to restrain him.
Inside, the two marksmen kick open the door to Frank's flat and
burst inside, holding out their rifles in front of them. They
then relax their arms and look at each other, sadly...
Outside, Craig is struggling with Andy and yelling, "Let
me go. I want to see her." A police officer emerges from
the flats and says to him, "Come on now, son, take it easy."
Craig demands, "Tell me what's happened." At that moment,
Debbie appears in the main doorway, looking shaky. Two police
officers help her down the steps. Craig stares at her and then
runs and puts his arms round her. The photographer takes a shot
of them. Doug asks the police officer, "What happened?"
The officer tells him, "Porter's dead. Shot himself.
Almost took the girl with him, apparently." In Craig's
arms, Debbie murmurs, "He had the gun hard up against my
head. I could see the trigger. He started to pull it... then at
the last minute he couldn't... then he shot the photo... then
he... then he..." She breaks down in tears as Craig soothes
gently, "It's all over. I promise I'll never let anything
like that happen to you again." Debbie cries, "He didn't
mean to hurt me; he was just... he was just lonely."
She starts panting heavily as shock begins to overwhelm her.