It's evening-time. Craig is sitting with Debbie on the couch
in their flat, his arms wrapped round her tightly. He murmurs,
"If anything would have happened to you, I don't know what
I'd have done." Debbie sobs, "It's so awful... that
poor man." Craig tells her gently, "Don't fight it...
let it all go..." Debbie bursts into tears.
Gordon is sitting at the dining table at Beryl's, a partially-completed
jigsaw in front of him. Beryl is standing next to him and Gordon
comments to her, "You can't kid me it's not tearing you apart
inside." Beryl retorts, "Of course it is, but
I'm fighting it 'cos there's nothing I can do."
Nodding her head towards the bedroom, she adds, "I just they'd
all stay as innocent as that little boy in there."
Gordon stands up and says, "I'll check on dinner." As
he does so, he accidentally knocks out of Beryl's hand the bag
she's holding. It falls to the floor and My Sister My Love
falls out. Gordon picks it up and, looking at the title, remarks,
"That's a bit lurid, isn't it?" Beryl smiles quickly,
"It's just some trashy late-night reading material."
She quickly changes the subject and says, "I'm starving!"
Gordon tells her, "One roast dinner coming up. You sit down,
put your feet up and finish your book. I'm doing all
the work tonight." With that, he heads off to the kitchen.
Beryl stands in the lounge room, clutching the book.
Charlie is sitting on the couch in the lounge room at her house,
reading My Sister My Love. Looking suddenly concerned,
she calls, "Alison, darling, could you come here
a minute?" Alison walks in from the hallway and asks, "What's
the problem?" She sits down as Charlie tells her, "Listen
to this." She then reads from the book, "'He
had run away from the crime - the murder of his employer - thinking
he was running to a new life; but instead, he found his past:
a mother who had abandoned him and a twin sister he never knew
he had. And in a moment of shocking realisation, he knew that
he loved her. Despite the fact that he knew, now, she was his
sister, he still loved her. Worse, he wanted her.'"
With that, she slams the book shut. She then looks at Alison and
adds, "Would you believe, the author's name is Angela Johns?"
Alison stares at her. Charlie goes on, "I started reading
it and I couldn't believe my eyes: it's the whole story
of John and Angela." Alison grabs the book from her and gasps,
"It must be a coincidence." She opens it as Charlie
retorts, "Too much of a coincidence, if you ask
me - especially with the name of the author. Listen to
this. She takes the book back again, opens it and reads, "'Pamela
opened the door, wearing the smile of a cat surveying its prey.
So this was the stablehand with whom Angelica was so taken. Handsome,
admittedly, but no doubt a low-class opportunist with his eyes
on her money. The bitch in Pamela rose to the surface - not a
long journey - and her eyes narrowed. "Come in,
Jack." She stood aside to let him enter, noticing the satisfaction
that he brought a bottle of cheap wine. Pamela thrilled with anticipation
at the prospect of showing up this young man in front of her husband,
gardener and Angelica.'" Charlie closes the book again and
gasps at Alison, "Is that your first meeting with John or
is that your first meeting with John?" Alison grabs the book
again and says agitatedly, "Surely neither of the twins
would have written it?" Charlie points out, "It's obviously
been written by someone who knows the whole story inside out."
Alison suggests, "Let's go through it from cover to cover.
Maybe there's a clue in here to who it was." Charlie sighs,
"I'm warning you, darling: it's not very flattering about
you." Alison mutters, "Surprise, surprise."
She then adds, "Nobody wants all this raked up again. Whoever
it was did write this is going to be very sorry they
ever put pen to paper..."
Next door, Wayne hands a glass of port to Susan, who's sitting
on the couch in the lounge room. He sits down next to her and
says gently, "I know we've hurt each other, and I know Glen's
death is hard for you to handle, but I feel as if we've been given
a second chance - if we work at it. What do you say?" Susan
points out bluntly, "I'm back." Wayne comments,
"That's no answer." Susan tells him, "I wouldn't
have come back if I didn't want things to work." Wayne muses,
"No. Well, you're here, that's the main thing." He then
raises his glass and proposes, "To us. To our future."
They both sip their drinks. Wayne then leans in towards Susan
to kiss her. Susan, however, pulls her head away quickly. Wayne
asks in surprise, "What?" Susan snarls, "Do you
really think I'd let you kiss me? I just wanted to see
how far you'd go; how much of a hypocrite you
could be." Wayne asks in surprise, "What are you talking
about?" Susan snaps, "That whole farce on television
- the distraught husband wanting his wife back - when all you
wanted was the money; Glen's money." Wayne insists,
"That's not true." Susan, however, stands up and snaps,
"Of course it is. Time to stop the game-playing.
Let's be honest why we're both here. You want the money; you want
to use it to get Hamilton Industries back on its feet again; well,
you can have it - the use of it, anyway." Wayne
stares at her. Susan goes on tersely, "Don't look so surprised;
after all, if you're successful, Gordon will benefit and so will
mum." Wayne asks, "What about me?" Susan
spits, "You disgust me." Wayne demands, "Why
are you here, then? Why are you prepared to help me?" Susan
retorts, "Because I can make you jump through hoops, that's
why. I'm here to make you suffer, Wayne - because you'll
do anything to get the use of my money." Wayne glares
at her. He jumps up from the couch and snarls, "You..."
Susan says quickly, "I'll be Mrs. Wayne Hamilton. We'll convince
the world we're madly in love - but I'll be the one in
control." Wayne gasps, "You really expect me to let
you do that?" Susan retorts, "Of course - because
you'll do anything to get your hands on my money." She then
adds, "You can do the dishes, darling. I'm going to bed."
As she turns to head out, she calls back, "By the way: don't
get any ideas about ripping me off. There is no way I'd let you
do to me what you did to Charlie." Wayne snarls, "You
don't know anything about business. You wouldn't have
any idea if I was ripping you off or not." Susan
retorts, "Maybe I won't - but Alison will. She's
my business manager. You just won't be dancing to my
tune; you'll be dancing to hers, as well. Sleep tight,
'darling'." With that, she heads off to bed, leaving Wayne
Debbie is talking on the 'phone in her and Craig's flat, saying
with a smile, "I really am fine, mum... upset but fine. I
can't wait to see you. Craig will pick you up from the airport...
Yeah, it'll be good for you to see him after hearing about him
for so long!" She listens and then nods, "Alright, then.
Goodnight. Can you give dad a big hug for me?... Bye." She
hangs up and goes and sits down. Craig emerges from the bedroom
and asks Debbie, "What's wrong: can't you sleep?" Debbie
sighs, "Every time I close my eyes, I just see Frank; his
last moments." Craig asks, "Who was on the 'phone?"
Debbie tells him, "Mum. I called her. She is coming
down tomorrow." Craig comments, "It'll be good for you
to see her, after what's happened." Debbie nods warily, "Yeah...
It does bring up one problem, though." Craig asks, "What's
that?" Debbie explains, "She knows about you,
but she doesn't know that we're living together."
Craig asks, "Does it worry you, her finding out?"
Debbie nods and replies, "I don't think she's going to be
very happy about it." Craig suggests, "Maybe she shouldn't
come down, then? More hassle's the last thing you need."
Debbie, however, sighs, "No... I want to see her." Craig
asks, "What if she kicks up a stink?" Debbie tells him,
"I don't think she's going to be very happy about it, but
I don't think it'll be that bad."
The next morning, Craig is driving along a road, Debbie's mother
in the passenger seat next to him. She tells Craig warmly, "I've
heard so much about you. Debbie's letters are always full of 'Craig
this' and 'Craig that'!" She goes on, "Graham and I
- that's Debbie's dad - we're so pleased she's found some nice
friends in the city. You and Mrs. Palmer and Doug and Caroline
- and there's a boy called Andy; is that right?" Craig nods,
"Yeah." Mrs. Halliday continues, "I've only heard
about you all, but I feel as if I know you: Debbie's
letters are so descriptive!" Craig chuckles, "You should
have seen her when I left: she was rushing around, tidying
everything up! Said she didn't want her mother thinking she lived
like a slob!" Mrs. Halliday smiles, "I can't imagine
that: one thing I did teach her was to keep
her room tidy!" Craig laughs, "It's not her
stuff she has to worry about; it's all my rubbish."
Mrs. Halliday looks at him in surprise and says, "You and
Debbie share the flat?" Looking annoyed at putting
his foot in it, Craig nods, "Yeah. Deb wanted to tell you
herself." Mrs. Halliday asks, "Do you just
share... or are you living together?" Craig
hesitates before suggesting, "Maybe we should wait until
we get back? You can talk to Debbie about it yourself."
A while later, Debbie is standing in the flat, looking downcast,
as Mrs. Halliday says curtly, "It's your life, and you're
certainly old enough to make your own decisions, but I can't say
I'm not disappointed in you." Debbie sighs, "Craig and
I love each other, mum." Mrs. Halliday retorts,
"I'm sure you do - or at least you think
you do." She turns to look at Craig, who insists, "We
do, Mrs. Halliday." Mrs. Halliday nods, "Alright,
I'll accept that. But you're both so young." Debbie
points out, "You and dad were married at our age."
Mrs. Halliday retorts, "Exactly: we were married,
not living together. I thought we brought you up differently."
Debbie sighs, "Don't make me feel ashamed of this, mum. It's
not something I just jumped into; I thought about this a lot."
Mrs. Halliday tells her, "That's not much consolation when
you still ended up making a big mistake." Craig tells her,
"We don't think it is." Mrs. Halliday
retorts, "I'm sure you don't, Craig..." Debbie
says quickly, "Craig, why don't you just let mum and I talk
about this? Half an hour's all we need, OK?" Mrs. Halliday
tells Craig, "I'm not against you as such, Craig
- you seem a nice young man. It's the situation that
worries me." Looking annoyed, Craig turns and heads out.
When he's gone,. Mrs. Halliday puts her arms round Debbie and
says, "I came down here to comfort you, and here I am being
a dragon! I love you too much not to say it: please don't ruin
your life like this; he won't respect you for it in the long-run."
Debbie stands there, looking worried.
At Beryl's, Gordon is sitting in an armchair in the lounge room,
looking at the newspaper, when Beryl walks in warily from the
kitchen and says hesitantly, "Er... I've been thinking: let's
forget about all the wedding plans and get married today."
Gordon looks at her in surprise and smiles "You mad, impetuous
fool!" Beryl insists, "I'm serious. Why bother
with all the expense and fuss that a big do would entail? It's
our day; let's make it us and a couple of witnesses."
Gordon asks, "What about Fiona - and Susan? The Sydney people
couldn't come; they'd be disappointed." Beryl muses, "I
know... but maybe I just feel like being crazy for a
change!" Gordon just says, "You'd regret it in the long
run, if I said yes. It's a whim!" The 'phone starts ringing
suddenly. Gordon stands up and goes to answer it. He listens and
then says, "Yes, Alison, what can I do for you?" From
the lounge room at Charlie's, Alison tells him, "I've just
burnt the midnight oil reading a book that will have you hopping
mad - unless, of course, you know something about it.
I don't suppose there's any way you'd be behind it?"
In Albert Park, Gordon replies, "I don't know what on earth
you're talking about. What book?" Beryl looks at
him. Gordon then murmurs, "My Sister My Love. Curiously
enough, there's a copy in the house. I can't imagine
why I wasn't told about it." A look of concern crosses Beryl's
A short time later, Gordon is sitting reading from My Sister
My Love: "'She loved him as she'd never loved another
man, as she would never love again. He was the only man who had
ever touched her; the only one she wanted to touch her.
The great love of her life and no one could replace him. She vowed
to herself that she wouldn't stand back and let Pamela take--"
He breaks off and looks at Beryl. He then asks in surprise, "Is
this what worried you? Why you didn't tell me
about the book?" Beryl nods at him. Gordon comments, "Surely
you know me well enough to know I wouldn't feel threatened
by what you had with David?" Beryl murmurs, "I thought
you would be." Gordon sighs, "Now I understand
what all that 'let's get married straight away' business was about:
you felt threatened by my reaction if I read it." Beryl tells
him, "I don't want to lose you." Gordon smiles,
"As though you would." He stands up and gives Beryl
a hug, adding, "You should have trusted me."
Beryl murmurs, "Sometimes you don't think rationally
when emotions are involved." Gordon tells her, "David
was the great love of your life - as I loved
Nancy. You shouldn't feel threatened by that.
You and I have developed. It's unique; it's our own relationship
and no memories of what went before can hurt that." Beryl
looks up at him and muses, "Looks like I have created a problem
when there didn't need to be one." Changing the
subject, Gordon comments, "The mail should be here my now.
I'm expecting a cheque." As he goes to head out of the room,
he calls back, "You don't know who wrote the book,
do you?" Beryl says quickly, "No, I just found it at
a newsagents." Gordon smiles, "Whoever it was certainly
raised a hornet's nest!" With that, he heads off outside.
As soon as he's gone, Beryl walks over to the 'phone and dials
a number. When the call is answered, she says sharply, "It's
Beryl. What you were concerned about has happened: everybody
knows about the book."
Charlie is sitting on the couch in her lounge room, reading My
Sister My Love. Alison appears in the doorway and tells her,
"I'm just going across the road. I want to front Wayne
with this." She holds out a copy of the book, adding, "It
could well have been him who wrote it." Charlie,
however, tells her, "I can't imagine that, darling.
This character 'Warren' is obviously meant to be him and the book's
so vile about him!" Alison shrugs, "That could
just be a smokescreen to put us off the track. Anyway, if he didn't
write it, it'll be fun to see his face when he gets a look at
it!" Charlie then tells her, "I'm furious with the way
I'm shown here. Listen: 'Zsa Zsa, the dizzy neighbour,
twitted into the room. She brought an air of superficiality to
every conversation; a mood of facile stupidity to every gathering.'"
She breaks off and cries, "Really, darling, it's beyond a
joke." Alison nods, "I must admit: it's pretty rough
stuff." Charlie goes on, "Fancy calling me Zsa Zsa!"
Alison asks, "Is that what worries you?!" Charlie
retorts, "Of course, darling: it makes me sound
like French poodle!" Alison asks in surprise, "What
about the rest?" Charlie just shrugs, "People
have been saying those sorts of things for years. Why
should that upset me?!"
A short time later, Wayne is standing with Alison in the hallway
at Dural, riffling through a copy of My Sister My Love.
He mutters at Alison, "Of course I didn't write
it. Why?" Alison tells him, "Read it and you'll see
why. We're all in there: the whole sordid little bunch of us.
It's the full story of what happened with John and Angela."
Wayne mutters, "Why should that worry me?"
Alison tells him, "It's not too kind about you.
You're Warren. Not nice." Wayne shrugs, "So? Someone's
based a book on us. I'm more worried about what you and
Susan are up to." Alison tells him, "We're
not up to anything. We're just protecting our money."
Wayne growls, "You're both out to make me squirm."
Alison smiles, "Sounds fun!" The study door opens suddenly
and Susan appears in the doorway. She looks at Alison and says,
"I thought I heard your voice. I've got those financial
things for you to look at." As Alison heads towards the study,
she tells Susan, "Wayne's just being a bit paranoid about
our little arrangement. I've left him with some interesting reading.
Should leave him occupied while we're talking..."
The bug pulls up outside Craig and Debbie's flat. Andy is driving
and Craig is in the front passenger seat. Andy tells him, "I'll
pick you up in around about half an hour." He adds, "Listen:
hang in there - Deb's mum will be gone in a few days."
Craig mutters, "So might Deb, the way things are
going. She was really rocked that her mum wouldn't stay the night
at the flat." Andy comments, "Sounds like she's coming
on pretty heavy. Do you really reckon Deb will move out?"
Craig replies, "It's on the cards. Her mum's making her feel
ashamed." Andy asks, "She actually preferred to move
into a hotel rather than stay with you two?" Craig nods,
"Yep." Andy remarks, "Sounds like emotional blackmail
to me. I would do some fast talking, if I were you; make sure
she doesn't get through to Deb." With that, Craig climbs
out of the car, adding as he does so, "Don't worry: I'm going
to." Andy wishes him, "Good luck," and drives off.
A short time later, Craig heads into the flat to find a packed
suitcase by the front door. He then looks at Debbie, who's standing
sheepishly across the room. She murmurs, "I talked to mum
again this morning. I'm sorry, Craig. I'm moving out."
A few moments later, Craig tells Debbie sharply, "You're
too confused to be making such a big decision. After
what happened yesterday, with Frank--" Debbie interrupts
and retorts, "It's got nothing to do with that."
Craig sighs, "Not consciously, but maybe without
realising it. First, you're told what you're doing is wrong; then
you go through all those terrible things that happened; and then
your mum comes down and says the same thing. It's got
to confuse you." Debbie just replies, "I called Mrs.
Palmer and she says that I can move in with her."
Craig retorts, "It's not the same and you know it."
Debbie growls, "Don't make this any more difficult for me
than it is, Craig." Craig, however, demands, "What
do you expect me to do? Say how great I think it is and
help you to pack? You act as though you're ashamed of
loving me. How do you think that makes me feel?"
Debbie just shakes her head and says, "I'm sorry."
Alison emerges from the study at Dural, telling Susan as she
does so, "I'll get back to you with those figures tonight.
I'll just see Wayne before I go." Wayne emerges from the
lounge room and says, "See me about what?" He's holding
the book. Alison smiles, "Aren't you predictable! You been
hanging around here eavesdropping, have you?" Wayne, however,
retorts, "I've been reading this book, if you must know."
He indicates the copy of My Sister My Love, adding as
he does so, "Whoever wrote it deserves to be sued from here
to kingdom come." Alison comments, "I can think of much
better ways of getting back at them. Suing takes far
too long. No, I'm going to make sure that whoever did
write that book is very sorry very soon." Wayne tells her,
"Whatever you do, count me in." Alison muses, "How
nice to be in agreement for once!" She then changes the subject
as she hands Wayne a file and says, "I'd like you to look
at these and make a list of the worthless and worthwhile clients;
then get on to the worthwhile clients and organise a meeting.
We have to restore confidence in the company." Wayne mutters,
"Whatever you say." Alison says curtly, "I know
you'll be looking to siphon off some of the money the first chance
you get. I wouldn't, if I were you: I'll be watching
you like a hawk." She adds cheekily, "It's going to
be nice working together again, isn't it?!"
With that, she heads out, leaving Wayne looking annoyed.
Charlie is standing in her lounge room, next door, talking on
the 'phone, laughing, "What an adventurous little soul she
is... And Janice too?!" She smiles. She then goes on, "I'd
appreciate it if you could leave them a message for me: just tell
Fiona to ring Charlie as soon as she gets back." Alison walks
in as Charlie adds, "I've got the most fabulous gossip for
her! Toodle-pip!" She hangs up and looks at Alison. She then
explains, "That was that lovely boy, Dan, at the mansion.
I rang to tell Fiona about the book, but she's out of town, though.
She's gone bushwalking with Janice and that gorgeous young doctor!"
She then sits down and asks, "How were things next door?"
Alison tells her, "We're not talking Happy Families. Susan's
got Wayne right where she wants him." Charlie asks, "Does
he have any idea who wrote My Sister My Love?" Alison
replies, "Not a clue." Charlie comments, "It has
to be someone who knows the story back to front." A thoughtful
look crosses Alison's face. She then gasps suddenly, "Of
course! Who's the one person who knows the full story
from both sides?" Charlie asks in surprise, "Who?"
Alison goes on, "Who just happens to be out of town the week
the book hits the stands? Who's not around to cop any flak that
might start flying?" Charlie presses, "Who,
darling? Who?" Alison declares, "Fiona,
of course." Charlie comments in surprise, "I can't imagine
it would be her, darling." Alison, however, retorts,
"Don't let her 'everyone's favourite aunty' act fool you.
She knew the full story, she had the time to write it, and she
had contacts in the publishing industry - from when she published
Barney's diaries, remember? It all adds up. I'll bet my life it's
her." Charlie asks, "What if it is her?"
Alison retorts airily, "Oh, I know it is. I'm going
to make her sorry she ever wrote it." She then asks, "What's
the most important thing in the world to her?" Charlie shrugs,
"I don't know." Alison tells her, "The mansion.
Her home. It would shatter her if she lost it."
Charlie asks, "How could that possibly happen?"
Alison explains, "I own it now. I can do anything
I want with it. By the time Fiona comes back from her little nature
jaunt, the mansion's going to be well on the way to being a pile
of rubble..." Charlie looks at her in concern.
Debbie emerges from the bedroom at her and Craig's flat, and
looks at Craig, who's sitting glumly on the couch. She then goes
to the 'phone. Craig asks her, "Who are you calling?"
Debbie replies, "A cab." Craig tells her, "I'll
drive you." Debbie, though, murmurs, "I'd rather you
didn't." Craig cries, "This is all wrong; it
shouldn't be happening." Debbie, however, retorts, "No...
it shouldn't have happened in the first place. See, I
wasn't sure about it then, but I am now. My mum and dad
have brought me up not to live with a guy before I'm married,
and that's the way I want it. OK, you might call me square, but
that's the way I think it should be." Craig suggests, "Let's
not call a cab yet; let's sit down and talk about it." Debbie,
however, shakes her head and insists, "I won't change my
mind." Craig sighs, "I almost lost you yesterday and
I don't want to lose you now." Debbie exclaims,
"You're not losing me; we're just--" Craig
interrupts and cries, "I love you and I want to live
with you." Debbie sighs heavily and says, "I'm sorry.
I've made up my mind." She starts dialling a number on the
'phone. Craig leaps up from the couch and puts his hand on the
receiver to cut off the call. He tells Debbie earnestly, "You
don't have to call a cab. You don't have to leave. Marry me."
Debbie looks at him in surprise. She mouths, "What?!"
Craig smiles, "Marry me! If you're my wife, then
it's fine for us to live together! I want you to marry
me, Deb. What do you say?" Debbie stares at him, open-mouthed!