Susan groans as she lies on the ground. Alison runs over to her,
bends down and says, "Susan? Susan, can you hear me?"
Susan murmurs, "Alison?" Alison nods, "I'm here.
Don't move." Wayne climbs out of his car, runs over and cries,
"I didn't mean it." Alison spits, "You drove straight
at her." Wayne insists, "It wasn't deliberate;
it was like someone else was driving the car." Alison
tells him, "Go and get an ambulance." Wayne asks, "Is
she hurt?" Alison snaps, "Of course she's hurt.
Go and get an ambulance." Wayne runs off back to the house.
On the ground, Susan murmurs, "I can't feel much..."
Alison soothes, "It's alright - the ambulance will be here
in a few minutes. Just take it easy and it'll be alright, OK?"
Susan nods slowly.
A while later, Susan is sitting up in a bed in a room at Park
Ridge Hospital. Michael is standing at her bedside, looking at
her chart. He comments, "I have to say: you're a lucky girl.
A few scratches and bruises seems to be the worst of it."
Susan, however, mutters, "That's your idea of 'lucky'?
Being married to someone who tries to run you down?" Michael
asks, "You sure it was intentional?" Susan asserts,
"It was intentional." Michael comments, "It's hard
to believe he'd do it." Susan tells him curtly, "The
thing that surprises me is he had the courage.
He went to water straight after, of course." Michael just
suggests, "The main thing is you're not badly hurt."
Susan asks, "The baby's going to be alright?" Michael
nods, "Yes, I think so." Susan gasps, "You think
so?" Michael tells her, "The baby's OK - but the two
of you did get quite a bump. You have to take it easy; don't let
yourself get upset." Susan cries, "My husband just tried
to kill me." Michael retorts, "You have to
try not to think about it. It really is important you stay as
calm as possible." Susan sighs, "OK. For the sake of
the baby. I'll try my best." Michael then picks up a tablet
from the bedside cabinet and says, "This'll help." Susan
asks warily, "What is it?" Michael tells her, "A
sedative - one that is safe for pregnant women." He hands
over the pill, together with a glass of water. Susan swallows
the pill. Michael then says, "The police will want to talk
to you. I can hold them off if you don't feel up to it, but it's
probably best to get it over." Susan sits there and then
nods her head. Michael adds, "I'll let the others know you're
Alison is pacing the corridor outside, while Wayne stands against
the wall, looking down at the ground. Michael emerges from Susan's
room and Alison asks, "How is she?" Michael replies,
"OK. The baby could be a different matter."
Wayne demands, "What do you mean?" Michael tells him,
"I mean she has to be very careful. She wasn't hurt, but
she has been very badly shaken up. Any more stress and
she could lose the baby."
A short time later, a police officer joins Alison, Wayne and
Michael and says, "Looking for Dr. Benson." Michael
replies, "That's me." The police officer goes on, "You
called about a car accident." Michael nods at him.
A few minutes later, the police officer and a colleague are standing
with Susan in her room. The officer asks Susan, "You feel
up to a statement? Just to clear up exactly what happened?"
Susan replies, "Yes - I'd like to do that." Alison and
Wayne are also standing in the room and Susan looks at her husband,
pointedly. The officer says to her, "Your full name?"
Susan replies, "Susan Jean Hamilton." The officer asks,
"Address?" Susan tells him, "126 Montgomery Drive,
Dural." The officer writes it down. He then says, "Can
you tell us in your own words what happened?" Susan replies,
"Well... I feel really stupid. It was just a dumb accident.
It was completely my own fault. I'm only lucky my husband has
good reflexes - or I could have been badly hurt." Wayne and
Alison both stare at her in surprise.
A few moments later, the police officer asks, "How exactly
did the accident happen?" Alison chips in angrily, "It
wasn't an accident. Susan, tell him!" Susan, however,
insists, "I'm not sure what you mean. You don't
think I ran in front of the car on purpose?" Alison
sighs agitatedly, "Come on, Susan..." The police officer
asks her, "You know something about this, Miss?"
Alison retorts,"Yes, I was there. He deliberately
ran her down. He was trying to kill her." The officer
looks at Wayne and asks, "Is that right?" Susan
says quickly, "Of course not. Alison, I really don't think
the police officers appreciate your sense of humour." She
adds, "Alison wasn't there." The officer asks,
"How did you come to be in front of the car in the first
place?" Susan tells him, "I was chasing the cat."
Alison gasps, "What?!" The officer queries
in surprise, "You were chasing your cat?" Susan
replies, "Not mine; I don't know whose cat it was.
It was in our garden and it had a bird in its mouth. I was trying
to save it - the bird, I mean. I ran across the driveway without
looking. As I said, if Wayne hadn't braked so quickly, I probably
wouldn't be here now. I owe him more than I can tell
you..." Wayne stares at her. The officer says, "I suggest
you be more careful in future." He then looks at Alison and
asks, "Did you want to make a statement, Miss?"
Alison, however, retorts, "Me? I wasn't even there.
I was at home - feeding the emu!" The officer mutters, "Mrs.
Hamilton's right: your sense of humour doesn't
do a lot for me." He then turns to Wayne and adds, "I'll
be needing your statement, sir. Why don't we go outside;
let your wife rest?" Wayne murmurs, "Right." With
that, the two officers and Wayne head out to the corridor. Alison
closes the door behind them. She then turns back to Susan and
demands angrily, "What on earth was that all about?"
Susan insists, "I know what I'm doing." Alison snaps,
"So do I. You have just thrown away a once-in-a-lifetime
chance to put Wayne behind bars." Susan explains, "That's
because I don't want him behind bars." Alison cries,
"Oh, Susan, don't you know by now? You simply can't afford
to be soft-hearted where Wayne's concerned." Susan, however,
retorts, "Who's being soft-hearted? Believe me, I'll make
him suffer a lot more than he ever would in jail - and
I'll be there to enjoy every single minute of it..." Alison
stares at her in horror.
Debbie and Craig are sitting on the floor in the lounge room
at Beryl's, eating lunch at the coffee table. Robert is sitting
nearby on a toy horse, watching them. Craig says glumly to Debbie,
"I must have walked ten miles today - all for nothing."
Debbie, however, tells him, "Don't be so negative; how do
you know you won't get one of those jobs?" Craig replies,
"You can tell: the way they say they'll let you
know. Anyway, just got to keep on trying." Debbie suggests,
"There's no point killing yourself. Why don't you take the
afternoon off and spend it here with us?" Craig
smiles, "There's nothing more I'd love - but I've got to
keep on. Somewhere out there, there's a great job waiting; one
that will give us a decent future; maybe even make your mother
happy!" Debbie muses, "Don't expect miracles!"
She then comments, "If you could just get the pizza run going
again. What about hiring a van?" Craig, however,
sighs, "What with? It's costing me every cent to
fix this bloke's car up. I even had to give up the flat."
Debbie exclaims in surprise, "What? Where are you going to
live?" Craig replies, "Doug's letting me stay
for a while - just until I get back on my feet. He's been really
beaut." Debbie smiles, "You can pay him back when you're
rich and famous!" Craig tells her, "I know you mean
that for a joke, but one day, I will be. Matter of fact,
I've got a job interview this afternoon - and it could lead to
something really big. I've got a feeling I'll get it, too."
Debbie asks, "What sort of job?" Craig, standing up,
replies, "I'll tell you when I get back - but I bet you I
get it. In fact, you can ring your mother right now and say 'Craig
Maxwell is on his way to the top!'"
A short time later, Craig walks over to a man who's standing
by a sign saying 'Car Wash'. He says, "I hear you've got
a job going..."
Beryl is standing with Alison in the corridor at Park Ridge Hospital,
muttering, "I can't even take a few days off for a honeymoon
without something happening." Alison, however, retorts, "Don't
take it out on me; go and talk to Wayne."
Beryl assures her, "I intend to, don't worry - but you're
every bit as much to blame as he is." Alison demands,
"How on earth do you work that out?" Beryl
retorts, "You're the one encouraging Susan to get involved
with this pointless revenge." Alison, looking annoyed, snaps,
"Let's get one thing straight: she came to me,
not the other way round. This has got nothing to do with me."
Beryl goes to walk off, muttering, "Excuse me." Alison
says quickly, "Are you going to see Susan?" Beryl nods,
"Yes." Alison tells her, "You can't." Beryl
asks, "Who's going to stop me?" Alison replies, "I
couldn't care less - but it's doctor's orders: no more
visitors at the moment." Beryl just shrugs, "We'll see
about that." She walks off.
Susan is lying on her side in bed in her room. The door opens
and Wayne walks in, holding a packed bag. He closes the door behind
him. Susan looks at him and snaps, "What are you
doing here?" Wayne replies, "I brought you some clothes."
He then demands, "Why did you lie to the police?" Susan
retorts, "Why should you care? It got you off the
hook." Wayne snaps, "Yes - and the one thing I know
for sure is it wasn't for my benefit. I want to know your reasons."
Susan cries, "Wayne, I'm tired. I don't want to
talk about it." Wayne just retorts, "Well I do
want to talk about it." Susan, sitting up, snaps, "Alright.
Alright, I'll tell you. It's because I want to destroy you - bit-by-bit
in the most hurtful way possible. When I've finished, you'll wish
I had let you go to jail." Wayne snarls, "Is
that right?" Beryl is out in the corridor and overhears as
Wayne raises his voice and goes on, "And you think I'm just
going to sit here and take whatever you dish out?" Susan
yells back, "You bet you are. You haven't any choice."
She then continues, "You know the funniest thing? If you
had actually managed to kill me, you would've got everything."
Wayne snaps, "What?" Susan tells him curtly, "I
haven't changed my will yet. How about that? You had your chance
and you just threw it away." The door to the room opens suddenly
and Beryl bursts in. She snaps at Wayne, "What are you
doing in here?" Wayne retorts, "I'm having a private
discussion with my wife." Beryl reminds him, "The doctor
said no visitors." Wayne demands, "Then what about you?"
Beryl snaps, "I was on my way to see Michael when I heard
all the yelling. Now, you get out before I call an orderly."
Wayne walks over to her and snarls, "I don't care what
you do. I am sick to death of you and your family trying to ride
all over me. Who the hell do you think you are, anyway?"
Beryl points out curtly, "I am Susan's mother."
Wayne retorts, "And I am Susan's husband
- whether you like it or not." Beryl growls, "You're
not fit to be. You're not even fit to be alive."
From her hospital bed, Susan cries out, "Stop it, please.
Stop it, both of you." She begins to climb out of bed as
Wayne snarls at Beryl, "You make things worse than they already
are, and so help me, I'll--" Beryl interrupts and snaps,
"You'll what?" Wayne threatens, "I'll
put a stop to you once and for all, damn you." Susan walks
over to them and cries, "Wayne! Please!" She suddenly
clutches her belly and cries out in pain. Beryl gasps, "Susie!"
Susan collapses onto the floor. Beryl yells at Wayne, "Call
a doctor." She then bends down with her daughter and puts
her arms round her.
A while later, Wayne is standing in the corridor. Alison and
Beryl are seated opposite him, but they stand up as Michael approaches
them. Beryl asks him, "Is she alright?" Michael replies,
"She's lost the baby." Alison asks, "How's she
taking that?" Michael tells her, "She's in her room,
recovering." Beryl glares at Wayne and says coldly, "You've
killed her baby... and you still won't be satisfied,
will you? Not until you've destroyed everything that's
good in her." Wayne retorts, "It was my baby
too." Beryl snaps, "Somebody should put a stop before
you hurt anyone else." Wayne demands, "How
is it all my fault? If you hadn't come into
that room and started that argument--" Michael interrupts
suddenly and pleads, "Come on, this isn't helping anyone."
Wayne, however, looks at him and snaps, "What would you
know about it? You couldn't even save my baby."
He storms off. Alison heads off in the opposite direction. Left
alone with Beryl, Michael asks, "Would you like me to get
you something?" Beryl, however, replies quietly, "No.
I would like to see Susan, if that's alright." Michael
nods, "I was going to suggest it. It'll help if she has someone
with her; the full shock hasn't hit her, yet." Beryl murmurs,
"She was looking forward so much to having that baby. Wayne's
got a lot to answer for..."
Andy is standing with Debbie in the lounge room at Beryl's. He
places a wad of notes in her hand. Debbie asks in surprise, "What's
this?" Andy explains, "It's just a start, but
I want to pay back Craig what I owe him. It was my fault
that the bug wasn't insured." Debbie smiles, "That's
good of you, Andy, thanks, but I thought you were broke
too." Andy replies, "I was, but I had a bit of luck.
Go on, take it." He clasps Debbie's hand closed around the
money. As he does so, he notices the ring on her finger and comments,
"Hey!" Debbie tells him, "Engagement ring."
Andy smiles, "That's great! Congratulations!"
He gives her a hug. There's suddenly a knock at the front door.
Debbie remarks, "That'll be him now. I don't know where he's
been!" She runs out to open the door. Craig is indeed standing
on the step and he says, "Told you!" Debbie gasps, "You
got the job! That's fantastic!" She throws her arms round
him. Craig goes on, "That's where I've been all arvo: learning
the ropes and meeting people." Debbie exclaims, "Great!
What is it?" Craig hesitates before saying, "It's...
it's... in a really classy part of town... big office blocks everywhere
you look. Just the sort of place I've always wanted to work."
Debbie exclaims, "You got an office job?!" Craig warns,
"Well... it's going to take a little while to work my way
up." Debbie, however, beams, "That doesn't matter! It's
a good start. I'm so proud." She gives him another warm hug.
The two of them then head inside and into the lounge room. Craig
stops in his tracks as he spots Andy standing there. He demands
coldly, "What's he doing here?" Debbie explains,
"He brought some money to help us pay back the debt."
Andy adds, "I reckoned it was the least I could
do, seeing as it was my fault." Craig mutters, "You're
not wrong." Andy puts on his jacket and says, "I'll
leave you guys to it. I probably won't see you for a while: I'm
heading up to Sydney." Debbie, looking surprised, murmurs,
"Oh..." Craig doesn't respond. Andy continues, "Like
I said, I'll send you some more money down when I get a chance.
And all the best wishes for the wedding, hey?" With that,
he heads out. When he's gone, Debbie sighs at Craig, "You
were a bit hard on him, weren't you? I think he really
wants to make it up." Craig just shrugs, "We'll see."
Susan is sitting up in her hospital bed. Beryl is sitting with
her, clasping her daughter's hands and saying gently, "You've
had a terrible shock, love - but you're young; there'll be plenty
of other chances." Susan cries quietly, "I never want
to go through this again." Beryl insists, "You'll
feel differently in time - once Wayne is out of your life and
all of this is behind you. You'll meet someone else and start
a proper family." Susan cries, "Oh mum... I'm so sorry
I've been so much trouble." She falls into Beryl's arms.
Beryl soothes, "Don't be silly. I just wish there was something
I could do to make it easier for you." Susan sobs,
"You're here, and that means a lot to me; it really does."
Alison is standing in the hallway at Dural. Wayne is standing
with her, slurring, "If there's one person I don't want to
see today, it's you. Go away." Alison, however,
muses, "And let you face this terrible emotional crisis alone?
What kind of heartless person do you think I am?"
She heads into the lounge room. Wayne follows her and snaps, "What
do you want?" Alison smiles, "I thought I may
be able to help, that's all - maybe I could line up some
driving lessons, so next time you can make a proper job
of it." Wayne lunges towards her, grabs her shoulders and
goes to push her onto the couch, snarling as he does so, "Bitch!"
Alison, however, side-steps him and it's him who lands on the
couch. Alison muses, "Susan would never forgive me if I let
you hurt yourself while she wasn't here to enjoy it!" Wayne
stands up again and slurs, "Will you just get out before
I throw you out?" Alison taunts, "You really
think you're up to it?" Wayne walks suddenly over
to the bar, reaches into the drawer and takes out the pistol he
stashed in there. He then points it at Alison and snaps, "I
could blow you away right now, if I wanted to, and the
whole world would thank me." Alison asks lightly, "You
think so?" Wayne snaps, "Why wouldn't they?
What's happened is your fault. You turned Susan against
me; made her provoke me." Alison, however, sighs, "Even
you can't believe that. Everything that's happened to
her is your doing - and you haven't even begun
to pay for it." Wayne snarls, "You're the one
who's going to pay for it." He aims the gun at her again.
He finds himself unable to pull the trigger, though, causing Alison
to mutter, "My God, you're pathetic." She walks over
and grabs the weapon from him. She looks at it and remarks, "You're
too drunk even to take the safety catch off." She puts the
gun in her handbag as she adds, "The only person who needs
protecting around here is you." Wayne glares at
her and cries, "Will you just go away? Get out and leave
me alone." Alison starts heading towards the front door,
saying as she does so, "That's how you'll always
be, Wayne, until your dying day: alone." With that, she heads
out. Wayne leans on the bar, burying his head in his hands.
It's the next morning. There's a knock on the door of Susan's
hospital room and Beryl walks in, holding a bunch of flowers.
She smiles gently at her daughter, "Good morning, darling.
You feeling better?" Susan nods, "A little bit."
Beryl hands her the flowers. She then says, "I passed Michael
on the way in: he seems to think they'll keep you in a day or
two longer for observation." Susan cries, "That's silly.
I feel well enough now; there's no reason why I can't
go home." Beryl tells her, "I think they know best.
Besides, a day or two's rest I think is a good idea." Susan
hesitates before then asking, "Have you seen Wayne?"
Beryl retorts, "No - and it's probably just as well because
I wouldn't be held responsible for my actions if I did."
Susan murmurs, "The worst part is not knowing where he is;
what's he's planning. I'd much rather face him and have it out
with him once and for all." Beryl comments, "He wouldn't
dare come here, but if he does, I'll be here with
you - and I'll make short work of him, don't you worry."
Susan insists, "He's not that bad - really." She then
says, "Listen, will you do me a favour? If I'm going to spend
a couple more nights here, I need some extra things: fresh make-up,
change of nightclothes..." Beryl tells her, "I'll buy
them; I don't want to go near the house." Susan nods, "That'll
be fine." With that, Beryl stands up and says, "I won't
be long." She heads back out, leaving Susan sitting up in
her bed, looking worried.
Craig is walking down a street in Melbourne with Debbie, his
arm around her. He has a suit on. As they walk along, he tells
her, "Not much further to go. There's no need to come all
the way." Debbie, however, giggles, "Craig, I didn't
just come to keep your company; I want to see where you
work." Craig insists, "It's nothing special
- honest." Debbie points out, "You said it
was." Craig starts to bluster, "Well... yeah...
you know... I sort of... I probably exaggerated." Debbie
smiles, "That's alright. I want to see it anyway." They
stop walking. Craig indicates a building just down the road, sighs
heavily and says, "This is it." Looking impressed,
Debbie exclaims, "Wow! You work here?" Craig
replies, "Fantastic place, eh?" Debbie asks, "So
where's your office?" Craig tells her quickly, "I
don't know yet; it's my first day. I'd better get a move on or
I'll be late." Debbie smiles, "There's no need to be
so nervous: you'll knock 'em dead." She then suggests, "I'd
better go back and get Robert from Muriel. Good luck." With
that, she gives him a kiss and turns and walks off. Craig starts
heading towards the building he indicated. After a few seconds,
though, he stops and turns and looks at Debbie. He sighs heavily.
A while later, Craig slips a chamois leather onto the bonnet
of a car and starts wiping it down...
Beryl walks into Susan's room at the hospital, holding some carrier
bags and saying, "Did I say 'beat the'--" She breaks
off as she finds the room empty. She puts the bags down on the
bed and then spots a sheet of paper lying on the blanket. She
picks it up. It's a medical record sheet - on which Susan has
scrawled 'Sorry Mum, Something I have to do. Susan'. Beryl stands
there, looking worried.
There's a knock on the front door at Dural. Wayne emerges from
the lounge room, snapping as he does so, "Can't I have a
minute's peace in my own house?" He opens the door to find
Andy standing there. Wayne demands, "What do you
want?" Andy retorts, "You owe me - and I want
a job at your gym." Wayne growls, "You're joking.
You think I'd hire someone like you?" Andy says
curtly, "If you won't help me out, Charlie
will." Wayne just snaps, "Get lost." Andy warns,
"You can't stop me." Wayne, however, retorts, "You
think so? You have got a lot to learn, boy. I keep files,
remember? All I have to do is pull a couple of choice bits out
of yours and show them to Charlie. How much time do you think
she'll have for you then?" In reply, Andy snaps,
"And what happens if something happens to you before
you get to your precious little files, huh?" Wayne
growls, "Is that a threat?" Andy retorts, "Call
it what you like." Wayne snarls, "Should have been here
last night: you could have borrowed my gun - except Alison's
taken it, so you'll just have to get your own."
Andy mutters, "Maybe I will. See you around."
With that, he opens the front door and heads out. Wayne calls
after him, "You come back in ten years - then maybe you can
play with the grown-ups." He shuts the door and
mutters to himself, "Drink."
Beryl runs down the corridor at the hospital. She spots Michael
emerging from a nearby room and dashes over to him. She tells
him breathlessly, "I've been looking for you. Susan's gone.
She left this." She hands Michael the note. Michael
reads it. He then comments, "There's probably no real need
to worry - she's well enough; I'd have let her home tomorrow,
anyway." Beryl cries, "Yes, but she's in a terrible
state emotionally because of what Wayne put her through.
She's likely to do anything." Michael asks, "Would
she have gone to the house? Maybe she wants to have it out with
him?" Beryl nods, "It's possible, but I hope not. I
have to find her." Michael says, "I'd come
with you, but I don't think I can get away from here."
Beryl assures him, "That's alright - but whatever happens,
I am getting her away from Wayne: that man has
hurt her enough." She marches off.
A cab heads up the driveway at Dural and pulls up outside the
house. Beryl pays the driver and climbs out. The cab starts reversing
back down the drive. Beryl walks up to the front door of the house
and knocks on it. She waits for a response, but none is forthcoming.
She knocks again. There's still no answer.
Alison is talking on the 'phone in the lounge room at Charlie's,
saying, "No, Michael, I haven't seen her... No, she hasn't
come here. Is she alright? I mean, is she getting over everything?"
She listens before saying, "If I do see her, or
if I hear anything, I'll let you know." With that, she hangs
up. She then picks up her handbag and checks inside it. Calling,
"Charlie - just going out to the shop for a minute,"
she turns and heads out.
Wayne is staggering along by the pool at the back of Dural. He
makes his way over to a sunlounger by the edge of the pool and
climbs onto it. He picks up a glass of scotch from a table next
to him and takes a sip from it. He hears the sudden squeak of
the back gate opening and he puts down the glass and staggers
back to his feet. He looks at the person who came through the
gate, standing in front of him; the amount of drink he has consumed
means their outline is blurry. He snaps at them, "What the
hell do you want here?" Through the boozy haze,
Wayne watches as the person raises a gun towards him. He mutters,
"Not even you'd be that stupid. Put it away before--"
A shot rings out suddenly, though, and Wayne drops to the ground...