Debbie murmurs uncertainly, "You're not serious..."
Craig smiles, "I love you!" Debbie murmurs,
"I know, but... Craig, be realistic." Craig
nods eagerly, "I am! I want to marry you and I want
to live with you!" Debbie, looking astonished, mouths,
"I don't believe this is happening." Craig asks, "What's
so crazy about it?" Debbie replies, "Everything!"
She pauses for several seconds before saying, "I love you
- I truly do - but your timing is terrible. I can't make a decision
like that right now; I can't even think straight."
With that, she turns and picks up her suitcase. Craig asks, "Does
that mean you're saying 'no' or 'maybe'?" Debbie looks at
him and replies, "I'll think about it." She then puts
her case down again and goes and puts her hands on Craig's arms.
She tells him, "I'm moving out of the flat; I'm not walking
out on you. Just give me a a bit of breathing space, OK?"
She turns and picks up her case again. She then heads out. Craig
stands there, looking disappointed.
Michael and Fiona have stopped trekking through the bush and
are looking at Janice, who's several yards behind them. She puts
something into her mouth. She joins Michael and Fiona and Michael
asks her, "What are you eating?" Janice replies, "Some
berries. Try one." Fiona, however, tells her, "No, thankyou,
dear. We have some food with us." She then comments
to her niece, "I thought you dropped the idea of
being a hardy outback explorer." Janice insists, "They
won't make you feel sick." Fiona laughs, "I'm not taking
your word for that." Janice retorts, "You don't
have to: Owen was the one who told me they were
edible." Fiona laughs, "I'm definitely not taking his
word for that!" Michael chips in to ask, "Who was Owen?"
Janice tells him, "A myopic jellyfish - but he knew a lot
about bushcraft." She then goes on, "I've been munching
quite happily on these for over an hour, now, so why don't you
two rise above your fear of the Lord's natural sustenance and
join me?" Fiona hesitates and then reaches for a berry from
Janice's hand. She bites into it - and then spits it out! She
mutters, "Natural it might be, but it certainly is not one
of the good Lord's more successful recipes!"
It's evening-time. Beryl is standing at the counter in her kitchen,
peeling potatoes. Debbie is standing with her, and she says warily,
"Beryl... did it feel good when you made the decision
to marry Gordon? I mean, could you tell that you were doing the
right thing?" Beryl nods, "Yes, I could." Debbie
asks, "What about when you decided to marry David? Was that
any different? How do you know if it's going to last?" Beryl
stares at her. Debbie says quickly, "I'm sorry - I didn't
mean to get so personal." Beryl smiles, "That's alright,
love." She then goes on, "No, it wasn't any different:
I was just as certain with David as I am with Gordon - so I suppose
no one knows in the long run. I have no idea where I'll
be in the Year 2000, who I'll be with, and why, but I'll be making
every effort to be here with Gordon." A smile crosses Debbie's
face and she remarks, "The Year 2000... I'll be 32! I don't
know if I want to be married then, let alone now!"
Beryl looks at her and she explains, "Craig asked me today."
Beryl realises, "So that's why you moved out: to think things
over." Debbie, however, tells her, "No! That's why he
asked me: because I was moving out." Beryl
mouths, "Oh. Things aren't going well?" Debbie smiles,
"No! It was great! Living with a guy before you're married
wasn't exactly the way I was brought up, but I love Craig;
it just seemed right - 'til Frank started on about it
being morally wrong; then my mum came down. I just began
to feel a bit guilty about it, that's all. Half of me thinks I
ought to stick to my guns - and then there's this other half that
thinks 'yeah, I am doing something wrong'. I don't know
which half I want to listen to; then the whole problem would just
be solved if I said 'yes' and married him - but I don't know...
it's such a big step." Beryl asks, "What does your mum
think about you and Craig getting married?" Debbie admits,
"I haven't told her yet." Beryl comments, "There's
plenty of food here. Why don't you ask her over?" Debbie
smiles, "Yeah. Thanks - I will!"
Janice, Michael and Fiona are playing poker in their tent in
the bush. Michael declares his hand: three sevens. He then looks
at Fiona. She has her hand on her forehead, and is looking out
of it. Michael asks in concern, "Are you feeling OK?"
Fiona murmurs, "Yeah, I'm fine." She then admits, "As
a matter of fact, no, I've got a bit of a tummy ache. I think
those berries weren't quite as people-proof as you thought."
Michael remarks, "Strange - I'm OK. Janice?"
Janice nods, "I'm fine." Fiona suggests, "Maybe
they detect heathens and attack appropriately!" Janice mutters,
"I wouldn't joke about it, Aunt Fiona." Michael hands
Fiona a couple of tablets and says, "Take these - they should
settle things down." Fiona puts them in her mouth, but still
Mrs. Halliday is sitting with Debbie and Beryl at the dining
table at Beryl's. She's telling Debbie tersely, "Your father
was 24. He had a bit of money behind him, a steady job--"
Debbie interrupts and cries, "And Craig hasn't?"
Mrs. Halliday tells her, "If you two married now, it would
be a struggle for sure. It's better to wait." Debbie snaps,
"If you don't like him, mum, why don't you come straight
out and say it?" Looking uncomfortable, Beryl stands up and
says, "Will you excuse me?" She heads off to the kitchen.
Debbie goes on at her mother, "You don't like him,
do you?" In reply, Mrs. Halliday asks, "Do
you want to marry Craig? Without a doubt in your mind,
can you sit there and tell me you really want to marry him?"
Debbie retorts, "I want to be with him, I can say
that. What are you saying? I can't marry him...
I can't share a flat with him... What's left?" Mrs.
Halliday tells her, "I'm not saying you can't; I'm
saying I'd be unhappy if you did. No one's stopping you
going out with each other." Debbie mutters, "Terrific.
We can sneak a kiss in the back row of the movies and then he
can drop me home. We've done all that. Don't you understand
what I'm trying to say? We're in love." Mrs. Halliday
asks, "Then why did you move out of the flat?" Debbie
yells, "Why do you think I moved out of the flat?"
Mrs. Halliday answers, "Because deep-down you knew it wasn't
right. I don't think you're anywhere near as much in
love as you think you are." Debbie snaps, "You
don't know how I feel; you don't have a clue."
Mrs. Halliday protests, "I raised you." Debbie
repeats, "You don't know how I feel. You come in
here and all you do is criticise me. How could you possibly know
how I feel?" Mrs. Halliday stares at her. She then says calmly,
"I'd better go." She turns to the kitchen and calls,
"Thankyou for the tea, Mrs. Palmer." As she goes to
head out, she says to Debbie, "I said I'd be unhappy and
I would - but I'm always here if you need me." Debbie just
nods her head. Beryl emerges from the kitchen and tells Mrs. Halliday,
"I'll see you out." As her mother leaves, Debbie sighs
It's the next morning. Janice and Michael are setting up a fire
outside the tent. Fiona pokes her head out from the tent suddenly
and Janice smiles sarcastically, "Good morning!" Fiona
just looks around and asks weakly, "Is it?" Michael
asks, "Still off-colour?" Fiona nods, "Yes, I am,
a little. I don't think it could be the berries; I think maybe
it's the water." Michael asks, "Feel like brekkie?"
Fiona replies, "Yes, I do. I wouldn't mind a bite."
By the fire, Janice stands up and says, "I think we need
smaller twigs." She heads off to search for some. Fiona stands
by the tent, looking anguished.
Beryl heads from the hallway into the lounge room at her house,
followed by Craig. She calls, "Debbie, you've got a visitor."
Debbie emerges from the kitchen and says quietly to Craig, "Hi."
Beryl heads into the kitchen, closing the doors behind her. Debbie
asks Craig, "How are you?" Craig replies, "OK.
You?" Debbie nods, "Fine." Craig explains, "I'm
just on my way back from the shops. I bought you something."
He reaches into his trouser pocket and takes out a small jewellery
case. He hands it to Debbie. She opens it to reveal a ring. Craig
tells her sincerely, "You mean the world to me,
Deb." Debbie sighs, "Oh, Craig..." Craig explains,
"It's an engagement ring. I know it hasn't got any diamonds,
but the trouble is they cost a bit! That's real gold, though."
Debbie smiles weakly. Craig asks, "Why don't you put it on?"
Debbie, however, shakes her head. Craig asks, "Why not?"
Debbie tells him softly, "I can't. Sorry. I was talking to
mum last night and she got me thinking. Let's be honest: we've
hardly got a cent between us - not that money's everything
- but if we're going to be really serious about marriage and a
home, we're going to need a lot more than we've got now
or will make delivering pizzas. It's not that I'm knocking
the pizza deliveries - they're fun and that's all we need at the
moment; so let's just keep having fun for a few years and then
see what happens. Alright?" Craig stands there looking annoyed.
A while later, Craig is standing in Mrs. Halliday's hotel room.
Mrs. Halliday is telling him, "That wasn't what she was saying
last night." Craig mutters, "Well she's saying
it now." Mrs. Halliday declares, "Good!"
Craig, however, retorts, "No it isn't. And I know what you're
thinking: I'm not rich - true; I don't have a nine-to-five job
- true--" Mrs. Halliday chips in, "And you're unqualified."
Craig admits, "True again - but it does not--" Mrs.
Halliday interrupts and says curtly, "Let me finish. I've
got nothing against you, Craig. I haven't. You're
obviously a decent lad - but that's not the point. It'll probably
come as no surprise to hear me say I want the best for my Debbie
- and to be honest, at this moment in your life, I don't think
you can give it." Craig insists, "I love
her." Mrs. Halliday nods, "I believe that."
Craig goes on, "I'll get what education it takes - and I'll
work while I'm getting it. I'll do whatever it needs to make sure
she's happy. That's how much I love her and how much I want to
marry her." Mrs. Halliday, however, sighs, "Craig, telling
me what you're prepared to do and the realities of what life would
be like for you and Debbie if you tried to do it are
vastly different. You can say 'I'll struggle' in two seconds;
anyone can. But that struggle can take five - maybe ten
- years, and slowly, it kills; it kills love." She
then asks, "How much did you earn yesterday?" Craig
replies in surprise, "What?" Mrs. Halliday spells out,
"How much money did you actually earn yesterday?" Craig
mutters, "That's not fair. It's a business. You have good
days and you have some bad days." Mrs. Halliday just repeats,
"How much?" Craig doesn't respond. Mrs. Halliday tells
him, "That's what your wife's going to ask every night -
and if you're too embarrassed to answer her, I don't want that
wife to be Debbie." Craig stands there, looking guilty.
Michael is trekking through the bush with Janice, who's saying,
"They weren't dry enough - that was the problem with the
first lot." Michael sighs wearily, "Yes, Janice!"
Janice goes on, "Tinder has to be bone-dry before it will
catch alight properly." Fiona is trailing the two of them
by several feet. As she walks along slowly, she leans out suddenly
and grabs onto a tree to keep her balance. She calls in a tired
voice, "Excuse me..." Michael and Janice turn to look
at her. They walk over to her and Michael says, "It's getting
worse?" Fiona murmurs, "Yeah." Michael and Janice
help her off with her backpack and they then help her to lie down
on the ground. Janice suggests, "How about some water?"
Michael asks Fiona, "Where does it hurt? Still your tummy?"
Janice suggests to her aunt, "Something to eat, maybe?"
Michael, looking annoyed, growls, "Janice!" Janice retorts,
"Sometimes it helps." Michael starts feeling
Fiona's stomach. She yells out suddenly in pain, and Michael asks,
"That hurts?" Fiona murmurs, "Yeah." Michael
asks, "Sharp pain?" Fiona groans, "Yeah."
Janice asks, "What is it? Not a hernia?" Michael replies,
"No, it's not a hernia. It's appendicitis." Fiona murmurs,
"How bad?" Michael tells her, "Acute. We'll have
to get you back to Sydney." Fiona whispers, "Michael,
I couldn't walk another step..." Michael assures
her, "That's alright: I wouldn't let you take one."
Looking at Janice as he says it, he explains, "We're going
to carry you."
Andy is sitting in Craig's flat with his feet up on the kitchen
table. He's looking at a magazine. Craig walks over to him suddenly,
grabs the magazine and announces, "We are going to have our
biggest day ever!" Andy stares at him blankly and
says, "What?" Craig retorts, "'Financial security'
she says; that's what they're all talking about. They're all convinced
that I can't make money, so it's up to me to show them I damn
well can. Let's aim for two hundred: we won't stop until
I can call on Deb's mum, throw $200 down on the table and say,
'That's what I earned today'!" He goes on, "You hit
the CB, I'm on the road!" With that, he heads out. Andy sits
back down, picks up his magazine and puts his feet back up on
Michael is walking through the bush, looking tired. Janice is
standing a few feet behind him. They're carrying Fiona horizontally
between them. Michael calls back to Fiona, "The sharp pain:
is it almost constant?" Fiona nods, "Yeah." Michael
then asks Janice, "How long do you think it'll take to get
her to hospital?" Janice replies, "Carrying her? About
eight to ten hours; maybe longer - it depends on the going."
Michael tells her, "That's what I think. Lets stop
and set up." They put Fiona down on the ground. Janice asks,
"Set up what?" Michael replies, "The tent."
He hands it to Janice. He then bends down to Fiona and tells her,
"Your appendix could burst at any moment - but I've got my
equipment with me, and anaesthetic; it'll be safer to operate."
Fiona murmurs, "Out here? In the bush?" Michael says,
"There's not much choice. Just try and relax." Fiona
laughs weakly, "'Relax', he says!" Michael tells her,
"Easy to say, I know." He then stands up and heads across
to where Janice is beginning to set up the tent. He tells her,
"I'm going to need some help with this, Janice." Janice
asks, "What do you mean: after the operation?" Michael
replies, "And during. The anaesthetic I've got is only local.
Fiona won't feel a thing, but she will be conscious -
the whole time."
Craig is sitting in the bug, which is parked at the side of a
road, when the CB radio crackles into life and Andy's voice comes
on, saying, "Laurel calling Hardy, Laurel calling Hardy,
come in Stan!" Craig picks up the car CB radio and tells
Andy, "You're Stan, I'm Ollie. I still
think that Romeo and Juliet's better!" In the flat, Andy
retorts, "Tough! I'm not calling myself Juliet!" Craig
laughs before asking, "What have you got?" Andy tells
him, "It's a fair way out: regular special, no anchovies."
Craig asks, "Where?" Andy replies, "You'll have
to pick it up from Gino's. If I call now, it'll be ready in round
about twenty. Can you make it? If you can't, I should cancel it."
Craig pauses and then says, "I'll get there. I'll pick the
address up from Gino's. Hardy out." He hangs up the radio
and starts the car. As he moves off down the road, a boy playing
with a football kicks the ball suddenly and it hits the car windscreen.
It causes enough of a distraction for Craig to lose concentration
momentarily. He puts his foot on the brake to slow down - but
the bug goes swerving into the side of another car. The boy looks
at what's happened, picks up the ball and runs off quickly. Craig
yells after him, "Hey! Kid! Get back here." He's gone,
though. Craig climbs out of the bug to inspect the damage. The
car he hit has a big dent in its side. He mutters to himself,
"I don't believe this."
A while later, at the flat, Andy gasps, "Five hundred
bucks?" Craig tells him, "That's just for the other
bloke's car. There's a few hundred bucks' damage done to the bug,
too - and the CB's busted, which will cost another hundred
bucks or so." Andy mutters, "Hell." He adds, "That
explains why I haven't been able to raise you for the
last half an hour." Craig comments, "I'm just glad we
got that insurance paid up in time." Looking suddenly
nervous, Andy murmurs, "Yeah..." Craig goes on, "Where
is the policy? We might as well fill out a claim form."
Andy, however, says quickly, "Hang on a minute - let's think
first: that'll mean losing our no-claim bonus." Craig smiles,
"I don't think we have much choice. I haven't
got a spare thousand bucks to spend on repairs; have you?"
Andy admits hesitantly, "No... no, not at the moment."
Craig remarks, "Then I'd say we have to wave goodbye to our
no-claim bonus. Where's the policy?" Andy looks at him nervously
and murmurs, "The policy... um..." Craig nods, "Yes,
where is it?" Andy murmurs, "Um... Craig... you're not
going to like this." Craig glares at him and growls, "You
haven't lost it?" Andy replies, "No, it's not
lost..." Craig demands, "Then just tell me
where it is." Andy says quickly, "What were our chances
of having an accident this week? A thousand to one? A million
to one?" Craig warns coldly, "If you don't think I'd
flatten you, you're wrong. Now, where is the insurance
policy?" Andy tells him, "We don't have one."
Craig gasps, "We don't have one? Why not?"
Andy explains, "The premium was $300, right, and I was walking
through the town and there was this discount on this compact disc
player--" Craig interrupts and snaps, "You didn't?!
How could you be such an idiot?" Andy insists, "I
was going to pay it back next week out of my own pocket."
Craig growls, "I've been working myself to the ground
to get this business going." Andy tells him, "I'm sorry."
Craig just snaps, "Shut up. I don't want to hear it. I don't
want to hear one thing you've got to say. Where am I going to
get a thousand bucks from eh? Where? So much for my biggest day
ever. I can just imagine what Deb's mum's going to say."
Andy murmurs, "I know." Craig snaps at him, "Nick
off, Andy. Just get the hell out of here." Andy turns and
heads off, leaving Craig looking frustrated.
The tent is set up in the bush. From inside, Michael's voice
can be heard saying, "Knife?" There's a pause. He then
says, "Hold this, Janice." Janice retorts, "I can't."
Michael insists, "It's alright: just hold it there."
Janice, however, cries, "I can't." She emerges
from the tent, looking upset. Inside, Michael growls, "Damn."
Fiona murmurs suddenly, "Hey... what do you want me to hold?"
Michael looks at her in surprise. He then takes her right hand
and manoeuvres it to where he needs it. He says, "Can you
manage that? Just for a minute?" Fiona murmurs distantly,
"Yeah." Michael looks at her in admiration.
Craig is at Beryl's. As they head from the hallway into the lounge
room, Beryl asks, "How are you going to get the money?"
Craig shrugs, "I don't know. Haven't got the faintest idea."
He then asks, "Where's Deb?" Beryl replies, "In
the kitchen. Not in the best of moods, though." Craig mutters,
"Neither am I." He heads into the kitchen to
find Debbie sitting at the kitchen table. He leans down to kiss
her, but she pulls away and stands up. Craig asks, "What's
up?" Debbie retorts, "You went and saw mum
this morning, didn't you?" Craig nods, "Yes."
Debbie gasps, "What do you take me for? You thought
that if you could talk my mother into believing I should marry
you, then hey presto I would?" Craig insists, "I
didn't." Debbie snaps, "It may come as news
to you, Craig, but I don't always do what my mum wants
me to do." Craig points out, "You have been lately."
Debbie suggests curtly, "Maybe she's been right,
lately. You've never given me much credit for independence; there's
always this 'oh, I know what's best'. Trouble is, you're so scared
of facing the world alone, you'd rather propose than lose
me." Craig cries, "Of course I don't want to
lose you; I love you - but I don't give a damn about
the rest of the world and I'm certainly not frightened
of it." Debbie comments, "If you're so secure, what
are you doing here? I told you I needed a bit of breathing
space and you've come round twice in one day. What sort of breathing
space is that?" Craig looks at her and sighs, "What
are we fighting for?" Debbie retorts, "We are fighting
because you don't think I've got a mind of my own. I told you
I needed a week - one week, that's all. If you love me,
at least start showing a bit of faith."
Janice crawls back into the tent and asks Michael quietly, "How's
it going?" Michael tells her, "It's all over."
Fiona is lying on the floor of the tent, asleep. Janice comments
to Michael, "I wasn't much of a help, was I?" Michael
replies, "It's done; that's the main thing." Janice
tells him, "We're lucky you were here." Michael mutters,
"I suppose you could say that. On the other hand,
if I hadn't suggested a bush walk, she'd be safely in hospital."
Janice points out, "But she's alright." Michael, however,
says, "The truth is, Janice, Fiona isn't out of danger by
a long shot. Oh, the operation was fine - no complications - and
if I'd used the right anaesthetic and a fully-sterilised theatre,
she'd be right as rain. Unfortunately, the chance of infection
out here is fairly close to one hundred percent - and that could
be fatal." He goes on, "It would be crazy for me
to leave her - so you've got six hours - eight at the outside
- to get to a 'phone and call a chopper." Janice stares at
him, tears beginning to well-up in her eyes. She then turns and
crawls out of the tent. Michael looks down at the barely-conscious