Charlie opens her front door to find Beryl standing on the step.
Beryl says quickly, "Hello, Charlie. I'm sorry for barging
in, but something's happened. Have you got a minute?"
Charlie nods, "Of course, darling. Come through." They
head into the lounge room and Charlie asks in concern, "What
on earth's the matter?" Beryl explains, "It's Susan:
she's disappeared from the hospital." Looking shocked, Charlie
asks, "When?" Beryl replies, "This morning.
I was hoping that you might know where she's gone." Charlie,
however, shrugs, "No. I'm sorry. I didn't know 'til now that
she'd even gone off." Beryl suggests, "Perhaps Alison
might know something?" Charlie muses, "Possibly. You
can ask her when she comes back; she's just popped out for a minute."
Beryl, sitting down slowly on the couch, sighs, "I just can't
understand it." Charlie sits down next to her and says hesitantly,
"I know it's a dreadful thought, but you don't think she's
been kidnapped?" Beryl, however, assures her, "No,
no. She left a note; she said there was something she had to do.
I just hope it's not something rash." Charlie tells
her, "Don't worry, darling; Susan's far too sensible."
Beryl retorts, "Not the way she's been acting lately."
The front door bangs suddenly and Charlie says, "That's Alison
now." Alison heads into the room and, looking at Charlie's
guest, mutters, "Hello, Beryl." Charlie stands up and
tells her, "Darling, something awful's happened:
Susan's disappeared from the hospital. Apparently, she just left
a note and took off." Alison replies, "I know. Michael
called." Beryl stands up and asks, "Do you know where
she's gone?" Alison, however, shrugs, "I'm
afraid not. My guess is as good as yours." She begins to
pour herself a glass of scotch. Charlie turns back to Beryl and
suggests, "Perhaps you should ask Wayne? He might
know where she is." Beryl explains, "I've just been
over there; he doesn't seem to be home." Looking puzzled,
Charlie comments, "That's funny: I'm sure he's there.
Why don't you try again?" Beryl nods, "Alright. I will."
With that, she says a curt, "Goodbye, Alison," and heads
out. Alison stands there, looking thoughtful. A hint of a smile
then crosses her face...
A short time later, Beryl heads round the back of the Dural mansion,
calling, "Wayne..." She stops in her tracks as she spots
Wayne lying on the ground by the pool. She dashes over to him,
bends down and checks his neck for a pulse. She stares at the
blood that's seeped onto his shirt from where he was shot in the
chest. She then picks up the portable 'phone that's on the table
next to the sunlounger, dials a number and, when the call is answered,
says quickly, "Could you send an ambulance to 126 Montgomery
Drive, Dural? It's urgent: someone's been shot." She listens
and then says, "Beryl Hamilton. I'll wait until you get here.
Please hurry." She stares back down at Wayne again. A look
of concern crosses her face.
Sometime later, Beryl is sitting in a corridor at Park Ridge
Hospital. She stands up as Gordon strides along the corridor towards
her and asks, "How is he?" Beryl tells him, "There's
been nothing new since I called. They're still operating."
Fiona joins the two of them as well as Gordon asks, "Who
on earth did it?" Beryl shrugs, "I have no
idea." Gordon asks, "Didn't you see anybody leave?"
Beryl replies, "No one. I waited until the ambulance arrived...
the police... then I came here." Gordon asks, "What
did the police have to say?" Beryl tells him, "Nothing
much. They'll want a statement, but they said they'll catch up
with me. They were taking photos, searching for clues... the usual
sort of thing the police do." Fiona chips in, "If you'd
both like to wait at my place until you get any news, you're more
than welcome." Gordon, however, murmurs, "No, thanks
all the same. I'll be staying until we find out how he is."
Charlie is standing with a man in her lounge room, putting some
old clothes into a black plastic bag that he's holding. She smiles,
"It's so sad saying goodbye to old clothes, isn't it?!"
The man, however, tells her, "Not when you know someone's
going to get some use out of them!" There's suddenly a knock
on the front door and the man comments, "Busy afternoon!"
Charlie beams, "Yes! I can't imagine who it is!" She
heads out to the hallway and opens the door - to find Andy standing
there. Charlie glares at him and snaps, "I thought you
were still in Melbourne." Andy smiles, "You
can't keep me away that easy. I'm back to stay." Charlie
mutters dismissively, "Aren't we lucky..." The man with
the plastic sack heads out, saying, "Thanks again, madam."
Andy steps into the house and Charlie closes the door. Andy then
tells her, "I'm not going to carry on like I did last time
I was up." Charlie growls, "I should hope not."
They walk into the lounge room and Andy goes on, "In fact,
I was wondering if there was a job going down at the gym. It would
give me a chance to show you how serious I really am."
Charlie, however, retorts, "As far as I know, it's
another scheme of Wayne's to plant you as some sort of 'private
detective'." Andy cries, "Come on, Charlie, I'm fair
dinkum." Charlie, however, says, "You must admit, darling:
after what happened before, it is rather strange you
suddenly turning up, asking for work, unless you were paid to."
Andy tells her earnestly, "I have got nothing to do
with Wayne anymore - honestly. I wish I'd never laid eyes
on the turkey." Charlie asks suddenly, "Have you seen
him since you've been back?" Andy pauses only briefly before
replying, "You kidding? I'm steering right clear of him.
Makes life a lot easier." Charlie hesitates and then says,
"I'll think about it." Andy presses, "You mean
you'll give me the job?" Charlie tells him, "We'll see.
I'm not promising."
Fiona, Gordon and Beryl are all sitting in the corridor at Park
Ridge Hospital. Michael walks towards them; he's wearing operating
gowns. Everyone stands up and Gordon asks, "Have you seen
him?" Michael replies, "I assisted with the operation.
The bullet punctured one of his lungs - but he was also very lucky:
a few more inches, it would have entered his heart." Gordon
asks, "Is he going to be OK?" Michael, however, tells
him, "We can't say for sure. We'll continue to monitor him
and keep our fingers crossed." He adds, "There's no
point you staying: he won't be out of recovery for hours,
yet." Gordon murmurs, "I'd prefer to stay..."
Beryl, however, tells him,"He's right, Gordon. Besides, you
need your rest; we both do." Michael insists, "I'll
call you the minute we know anything. Go on." Gordon looks
at Beryl and the two of them then head off down the corridor."
Fiona pats Michael's arm and then follows them. Michael stands
in the corridor and sighs heavily.
Andy is pacing the corridor at the mansion when the front door
opens and Fiona, Beryl and Gordon come in. Fiona looks at him
distastefully. Andy says quickly, "Hi. I'll save you asking:
Melbourne didn't work out; I'm back here to stay." Fiona
mutters grimly, "Why didn't you try Darwin?"
Andy sighs, "Give me a break. I need somewhere to stay. I'd
like to rent a room. Do you have any spare rooms?"
Fiona retorts, "Yes, there are some, but I don't
feel obliged to show them to you." Andy insists,
"I know how you feel, Fiona: I did a lot of rotten things
to a lot of people, and I'm sorry. All I'm asking for is a room."
Fiona hesitates before murmuring, "Alright, I'll show you
what we have." She turns to Beryl and Gordon and adds, "I'll
be back in a moment." She and Andy then head off down the
corridor. Beryl looks at Gordon and asks, "Could we have
a word? It is important." The two of them head into
Fiona's room and Gordon closes the door behind them. He then asks
Beryl, "What's the matter? Are you OK?" Beryl, however,
tells him, "No, I'm not. I'm terrified. I think Susan might
be the one who shot Wayne. I know it sounds ridiculous, but you
know how she's been since she lost the baby: she's a different
person." Gordon insists, "Susan isn't capable of shooting
anybody." Beryl, though, retorts, "We have
to face facts, Gordon: Susan disappears, and later, when I go
and see Wayne, I find he's been shot." Gordon tells
her, "You're jumping to conclusions." Going and sitting
down, Beryl murmurs, "Maybe I am... but what if I'm not?
What if she did--?" She breaks off before sighing,
"What am I thinking? What sort of a mother am I, assuming
something like that?" Gordon sits down next to her and says
gently, "You've had a shock. We all have."
Beryl looks at him and cries, "Where is she, Gordon?
What's happened to her?"
Sometime later, Fiona emerges from her kitchen with a plate of
biscuits. She puts them down on the table in her room as one of
two detectives asks Beryl - who's still sitting next to Gordon
- "Can you describe everything that happened from the moment
you arrived?" Beryl tells him, "I knocked on the door
a few times. No one answered. So I walked down the side of the
house, calling his name... then I saw him, lying down by the pool."
The detective asks, "No sign of anybody else?" Beryl
murmurs, "No." The detective asks, "What did you
do next?" Fiona hands her a cup of tea as she replies, "I
checked his pulse, then I went to the pool 'phone and called an
ambulance." The detective, "That was it?" Beryl
tells him, "I walked back to the front of the house and waited
for help." The detective comments, "OK. Pretty straight
forward." Beryl then asks him, "Did you find any leads?"
The detective replies, "Nothing." He continues, "I
know it's unpleasant, but I'd like you to give me the names of
anyone you think might have reason to dislike Wayne."
Beryl looks at Gordon. He tells the detective hesitantly, "He
did have difficulties with a few people we know - mostly
over business - but nothing that would give cause to attempted
murder." The detective says, "I'd still like
the names, if you don't mind." Gordon nods, "Yes, well,
um... Alison Carr - she lives next door to him; Caroline Morrell
in Melbourne; and Andy Green, I suppose - he just moved into the
boarding house here today." The detective asks, "What
was his previous address?" Gordon shrugs, "Melbourne
somewhere. I don't know where. He just came back to Sydney yesterday."
The detective asks, "Is Mr. Green here now? I'd
like a word with him." Fiona says quickly, "No. No,
he's not. He's over at Charlie Bartlett's gymnasium." The
detective asks, "Does he work there?" Fiona
replies, "Not yet - but he is hoping to." She stands
there, looking worried...
Charlie is standing behind the reception desk at the gym. Andy
is standing on the other side, saying, "Why won't you give
me a chance?" Charlie retorts, "To be quite frank, darling,
I don't think you have a feel for the sort of clientele I cater
for." Andy sighs, "Come on, Charlie, you haven't even
tried me. I mean, I've worked out at gyms; in fact, I
got on quite well with the clientele then." Charlie
mutters, "Working out is not the same as working,
darling." Andy grabs her hand suddenly and says, "OK
- I'll prove it." Charlie asks in surprise, "What are
you doing?" Andy replies, "What I do best! Come on!"
With that, he pulls her into the main room. He then says, "Watch."
He walks over to where a female customer is lifting some weights
on a bench. He takes hold of the bar she's lifting and says, "Need
a hand? Down we go... and up 1-2-3..." The woman places the
bar back in its resting position and smiles, "I didn't think
I was going to make it!" Andy insists, "You were great.
Just remember to breathe properly: out on the compression and
in when you relax." The woman nods, "I'll bear it in
mind." She then adds, "Tell me: is this just friendly
advice or are you a new instructor?" Andy looks round at
Charlie. She sighs wearily. He then turns back to the woman and
tells her, "A new instructor - but you're getting this for
free; I'm off-duty." The woman comments, "You must really
like this place; not many people stay at work after hours."
Andy smiles, "You keep fit... meet real nice people... in
fact, it's hard to drag yourself away sometimes!"
With that, he turns back to Charlie and asks, "Have I got
a job?" Charlie pauses before replying, "One condition:
my clients spend their time in the gym, and not in your boudoir!"
Gordon and Beryl are sitting on the couch in Fiona's room at
the mansion. Beryl murmurs, "I'm so glad they're gone: I
felt like a criminal just answering questions." Gordon comments,
"I don't exactly feel like an angel."
Beryl, however, points out, "You had no choice:
they asked for names." Gordon stands up and says, "It's
only Caroline that I'm worried about: I mean, she couldn't
possibly have been involved: she was in Melbourne.
He's going to ring her now and give her the third degree, and
I can imagine what she feels about me - and I don't blame
her." Beryl suggests, "If it makes you feel any better,
why don't you ring and explain before Detective Morris contacts
her?" Gordon, going and sitting down at the desk, muses,
"Yes, I think I will. At least that will soften the blow."
He starts dialling a number on the 'phone as Beryl walks over
to him and says, "Don't be too hard on yourself. He only
asked for those who had problems with Wayne, not who shot him."
Gordon's call is answered and Gordon says, "Doug... Gordon
Hamilton... Oh, fine, fine. And yourself?" He listens and
then goes on, "Actually, I've got some bad news: Wayne has
been shot... No, we don't know yet. Anyway, to cut a long story
short, the detectives were here a while ago and they wanted a
list of names of anybody who'd disagreed with Wayne over the last
few months. I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I had to mention Caroline."
He listens to Doug's response before insisting, "He wasn't
asking for suspects, you understand; that's why I called: I don't
want Caroline to get a fright if the detectives ring her."
He listens again and then says, "I'm glad you feel that way...
Oh, I see. Is she?... Well, thanks anyway." He hangs up.
He then looks at Beryl and tells her, "Doug understood. Anyway,
Caroline's gone away for a few days - a promotional tour."
Beryl suggests, "You could get in touch with her through
her publisher." Gordon nods, "Yes, yes, that's an idea."
Andy sits down next to Charlie in the reception area at the gym
and gasps, "I had no idea." Charlie asks, "Is he
alright?" Detective Morris is standing in front of the two
of them and replies, "He's still critical." Turning
back to Andy, he adds, "What I'm concerned with
is why you returned to Sydney." Andy shrugs, "Melbourne
didn't work out; you know." Morris remarks, "It seems
a coincidence you arrived yesterday morning." Andy exclaims,
"Hey, you don't think I had anything--" Morris interrupts
and asks, "Have you seen Wayne since you got back?"
Andy retorts, "Yes, but only to ask him for a job."
Charlie glares at him and snaps, "You said you hadn't
seen him." Andy snaps back, "Because I was afraid if
I told you, you wouldn't've given me a job either."
Morris demands, "When did you see him?" Andy, however,
retorts, "Why are you giving me such a hard time?
Alison's the one you should be talking to; she
took the gun." Charlie's mouth falls open. Detective
Morris asks, "Whose gun?" Andy retorts, "Wayne's
gun." Morris asks, "How do you know?" Andy mutters,
"He told me." Morris queries, "Alison Carr?"
Charlie looks at him.
On the 'phone at the mansion, Gordon says, "I see. Thankyou.
I'm sorry to have bothered you. Bye." He hangs up. Beryl
asks immediately, "Can they get a message to her?" Gordon,
however, tells her, "Caroline's not on a promotional
tour. It would seem that Doug has been misled; she must have lied
to him." Looking surprised, Beryl asks, "Why?"
Gordon shakes his head. He then suggests, "I'd better ring
the police." Looking suddenly concerned, Beryl says quickly,
"Just a minute. Maybe we're being overly suspicious."
Gordon points out, "She's not on tour and she's not at home..."
Beryl, however, retorts, "She's a friend. We should
wait until we find out a bit more." Standing up, Gordon sighs,
"Alright. Let's leave it for a while - although I can't see
her lying to him without a very good reason..."
Alison is standing with Charlie, Detective Morris and another
detective in the lounge room at Charlie's. She snaps at Morris,
"Yes, I do have Wayne's gun. I took it from him
for his own protection." Morris asks, "May I see it,
please?" Alison retorts, "You can't honestly believe
I shot him?" Detective tells her curtly, "Miss.
Carr, we're still searching for the weapon that was used against
Wayne Hamilton. What we need to know is whether the gun you have
is the gun we want." Alison sighs, "It's upstairs
in my dressing gown." She goes to head out of the room. Charlie
follows her and, looking suddenly awkward, says, "You don't
mean the cream gown?" Alison nods, "Yes. Why?"
Charlie tells her meekly, "I gave it to the Red Cross people."
Alison glares at her and mutters, "I don't believe it."
Charlie cries, "I'm awfully sorry, but I didn't know there
was anything in the pockets." Morris says to Alison, "You
don't have the gun?" Alison retorts, "I did
have the gun. Looks like I don't have it now. Give me
time - a couple of days. I'll find the gun." Morris
says coolly, "I hope you do - for your
sake. We might start looking for it ourselves."
Alison stares at him and snaps, "Listen, don't point the
finger at me. Why don't you question Beryl?
She's the one that went off her head when Susan lost
the baby; even swore he had to be stopped." Morris
looks at her blankly and asks, "What baby?"
Alison explains, "Susan was pregnant. She lost the
baby after an argument with Wayne." Morris looks at his colleague
and says, "We'll talk to Mrs. Hamilton again."
It's evening-time, and Detective Morris and his colleague are
back in Fiona's room at the mansion. Morris says curtly, "According
to Miss. Carr, you were heard to say Wayne had to be stopped.
Is there any reason why you didn't tell us about that? Or Susan's
baby, when we spoke earlier?" Beryl, sitting next to Gordon
on the couch, murmurs, "I didn't think it was important."
Morris snaps at her, "Mrs. Hamilton - please - let me
decide what's important. Perhaps you'd better go over that story
again, and this time, don't leave anything out." Beryl stands
up as she cries, "I don't know what else to tell
you. I arrived, I found Wayne out the back, I checked his condition
and then called an ambulance. What I said before."
Morris asks, "You left the scene exactly as you found it?"
Beryl retorts testily, "Yes." Gordon stands up suddenly
and says, "Detective Morris, I think you should know that
Caroline Morrell hasn't been seen for two days." Morris asks,
"You know where she is?" Gordon replies, "She told
her fiancé she was going on a promotional tour for a book
she's just had published. I rang the publisher and they don't
know a thing about it." Morris murmurs, "I see."
The 'phone starts ringing suddenly, and Gordon answers it. He
listens and then says, "Thankyou. I'll be round straight
away." He hangs up. Turning to Beryl, he says, "That
was Michael: Wayne's regaining consciousness." Morris chips
in, "Good. Maybe he'll be able to tell us who shot
him; clear this up once and for all..." Beryl stands there,
A short time later, Gordon is walking down the hospital corridor
with Michael, who is saying, "He started coming round about
half an hour ago. It's still touch-and-go." Beryl and the
two detectives follow. Gordon asks Michael, "Is he out of
danger?" Michael tells him, "We don't know. At least
he isn't worse." He then adds, "Remember: only a couple
of minutes; he's extremely weak." Gordon looks at him and
then heads into Wayne's room. Detective Morris asks Michael, "What
about questions?" Michael tells him, "None just yet,
I'm afraid." Morris says, "I'd like to speak to him
as soon as possible." Michael assures him, "I'll let
you know as soon as he's ready."
Gordon closes the door to Wayne's room and walks slowly over
to his son. Wayne is lying in a bed, tubes surrounding him and
a heart monitor beeping as it measures Wayne's pulse. Gordon puts
his hand tenderly on Wayne's.
Andy is packing some clothes into a bag in the reception area
at the gym when Janice walks in and smiles, "Hello! You just
finishing-up for the night?" Andy nods, "Yeah. Heading
back to the mansion." Janice asks in surprise, "What
are you doing back there?" Andy explains, "Fiona
gave me a room." Janice remarks, "She didn't mention
anything to me." Changing the subject, Andy says,
"Hey, did you hear Wayne's been shot? In the chest, apparently.
Bam! Shot! Can you believe it?" Janice nods, "I know.
Aunt Fiona told me." Andy goes on, "I nearly freaked.
They thought I might have done it for a minute, but I
managed to put them onto Alison, thank goodness." Janice
mutters, "That was big of you." Andy retorts,
"It's more her style, anyway. He then looks at Janice blankly
and asks, "When did Fiona tell you?" Janice
replies, "Half an hour ago. She was waiting for me to get
home before she went to the hospital. I don't know many details
- except after you put them onto Alison, Alison tried to put them
onto Beryl; and then, when they got back to the mansion, I gather
Gordon tried to put them onto Caroline." Andy queries, "Caroline?"
Janice nods, "Mmm. Personally, I don't see why it couldn't
have been a burglar who Wayne caught in the act." Looking
thoughtful, Andy says, "Caroline shot Wayne before,
you know." Looking surprised, Janice retorts, "When?"
Andy tells her, "Round about two years ago. She thought he
was someone else, but he wasn't - he was him - and she shot him.
In the chest, too... And she sent him all those death threats.
That led to Alison shooting him, except they were just blanks,
remember?" He goes on, "A lot of people hate
Wayne, Janice, and you know why? Because at one time or another,
he's had it in for everyone. He wrecked all my disco
equipment and burnt out my van." Janice says warily, "You
didn't shoot him, though?" Andy retorts, "Of course
not. I almost drowned him: me and Colin got him in Charlie's
pool, but I wouldn't shoot him; but Caroline
might - you know what she thinks of him; and Beryl -
Beryl's never liked him. Hey, yeah, it could have been
Beryl: she hates him for what he did to try and get Susan
to marry him." Janice sighs, "Grow up, Andy. Next you'll
be saying it was Charlie." Andy insists, "It
could have been Charlie, too. I mean, Wayne tried to take her
down for millions when he got her to buy the gym. I should
tell the police that." Janice mutters, "Oh, really."
Andy stares at her and growls, "You don't think it would
be me?" Janice points out curtly, "You tried
to blackmail him with that silly Maria-woman tape." Andy
retorts, "That's just blackmailing. Blackmailing's nothing!
You can see the difference, can't you? We're talking about murder.
That's not my style; that's more like Caroline... or Alison...
or Beryl, maybe." Janice just muses, "If you ask me,
you're not a well man, Andy. You're not well at all...!"
Alison pours herself a glass of scotch in the lounge room at
Charlie's and slams the decanter back down on the drinks cabinet.
She sighs heavily. Charlie walks in and trills, "Don't worry,
darling. Everything will sort itself out; it always does."
Alison, however, snaps, "How can you say that, Charlie? We
have spent the entire afternoon rummaging through moth-eaten clothes
bins looking for a gun, and come up with nothing." Charlie
suggests, "The gun's not really important, is it? I mean,
the police know you're not the sort of person to go around shooting
someone." Alison, however, retorts, "The police know
I have a record, I had a gun, and now I can't produce it."
Charlie shrugs, "The afternoon wasn't a total loss:
I got that dress back; the one I didn't mean to throw away."
Alison snaps suddenly "For goodness' sake, Charlie, can't
you concentrate on what's important, for once in your life? I
have to find that gun. I've had enough trouble with the
police; I don't want any more."
Gordon is staring down at the unconscious Wayne in his hospital
bed. He tells his son gently, "You're going to be OK."
He then heads back out to the corridor, where Beryl asks, "How
is he?" Gordon replies, "Not good." He then asks,
"Where are the police?" Beryl explains, "They've
gone. Michael said he'd tell them when Wayne was ready to be interviewed."
She asks Gordon, "How are you? How are you coping?"
Gordon murmurs, "I'm praying he'll pull through, like I'd
pray for anybody else in that situation - but it doesn't
change anything. I hate to say it - especially now -
but I never feel any love for him; not after all the
trouble he's caused." He then suggests, "Let's go back
to Fiona's." Beryl nods, "Yes - but I have to stop off
on the way: something I've got to do..."
Alison is sitting reading a magazine on the couch in the lounge
room at Charlie's. She hears Charlie at the front door, saying,
"It's all been so ghastly for you, darling. I just
wish there was something I could do." She escorts
a stony-faced Beryl in. Gordon follows them. Beryl tells Charlie,
"That's very kind of you, Charlie, but I'm not here for sympathy;
I'm here to tell Alison exactly what I think of her performance
this afternoon." Alison stares at her and snaps, "I
beg your pardon?" Beryl growls, "How dare you
suggest to the police that I was the one that shot Wayne? As if
I didn't have enough trouble with Susan's disappearance. You would
have to be one of the most disgusting human beings--" Alison
stands up and retorts, "I didn't tell the police anything
that wasn't true. You said exactly what I told them."
Gordon suggests to Beryl, "Darling, I think we should leave."
Beryl ignores him, though. Turning back to Alison, she snaps,
"I'm not denying what I said. Susan lost her baby
because of Wayne. Any mother would be angry." Alison
muses, "Angry enough to stop him herself?" Beryl starts
to protest, "Don't be ridic--" Alison ignores her and
goes on, "Or perhaps to cover for someone who did
- like Susan?" Beryl glares at her and warns coldly,
"If I was you, I would stop spreading rumours and I would
start looking for that supposedly-missing gun. For my
money, you're the one the police should be thinking of