It's the next morning, and Doug is buttering a piece of toast
in the kitchen at Caroline's when he hears the front door bang.
He calls, "Is that you, Craig?" Caroline, however, calls
back, "It's me." Doug heads out to the hallway
to join her. Caroline then murmurs, "I flew off the handle,
didn't I?" Doug just replies, "If that's a question,
I reckon you know the answer." Caroline asks meekly, "Will
'sorry' do?" Doug smiles, "A bloke can't ask for much
more than that. Reckon I helped things along a bit, too, the way
I carried on, so... I'm sorry, as well." Caroline
says, "I was so worried you wouldn't accept my apology."
Doug puts his arms round her and smiles, "I'm just a forgiving
sort of guy!" With that, he heads back into the kitchen.
Caroline walks into the lounge room. A few seconds later, Doug
calls, "I missed you!" Caroline called back, "I
missed you." Doug calls, "How was the publicity
tour? What did you do? Sit in bookshops and sign copies for shocked
little old ladies who thought it was disgusting, but couldn't
help reading it?!" Caroline, looking suddenly uncomfortable,
murmurs, "How did you guess?" Doug goes on, "Seriously,
what did you do?" Caroline says quickly, "Oh, the odd
chatshow... this and that. That sort of thing. Anything exciting
happen here?" Doug calls from the kitchen, "Up
in Sydney it did. Someone shot Wayne Hamilton."
There's silence. Caroline walks into the kitchen after a few seconds
and asks, "Will he live?" Doug says, "They
don't know." He then comments, "You don't look very
surprised." Caroline shrugs, "He's been asking for it
for ages. I can only hope that the person who did it will get
away with it." Doug remarks, "That wasn't very
nice." Caroline retorts, "After what he did to me,
I can't feel any differently." Doug sighs, "I can't
say I blame you, in one way. Still, it's good that you weren't
up in Sydney: with your attitude and the fact that he's suing
you, you would've been a prime suspect." Caroline murmurs
knowingly, "I suppose I would..."
Susan is walking along a street, looking thoughtful as she glances
around her. She stops by a newspaper stand and stares at the full-page
headline on a newspaper: 'Murder Attempt in Dural. Man Fights
for Life'. A photo of a smiling Wayne accompanies it.
In Fiona's room at the mansion, Beryl stands up from where she's
sitting with Gordon and Fiona and cries, "I know
I was stupid to go out there, but I wanted to get it out of my
system. I'm sure Alison's the one who shot Wayne; she
had every reason to." Gordon, standing up as well, comments,
"I hate to say this about my own son, but who didn't?
He alienated so many people, the list of suspects reads like a
telephone book." Fiona chuckles, "Alison... Caroline...
Susan..." Beryl snaps sharply, "Susan would never
do anything like that." Gordon soothes, "Fiona didn't
say she did - and if you remember, you were worried about
her yourself." Beryl sighs, "Yes, I know. I'm
sorry, Fiona, I suppose it's my way of coping with being their
main suspect." Gordon, however, mutters, "Rubbish. There's
no more likelihood of you being arrested than I.
And stop worrying about what Alison said: it doesn't make a scrap
of difference." There's suddenly a knock on the door. It
opens and Susan comes in, saying meekly, "It's only me."
Beryl cries in relief, "Oh, Susan, I've been worried sick.
Are you alright?" She gives her daughter a hug as she replies,
"I'm fine." Beryl pleads, "Please, never ever run
off like that again." They sit down as Susan explains, "I
couldn't take it in the hospital anymore." Gordon asks her,
"Where have you been? Where did you spend the night?"
Susan replies, "In a hotel. I went to Glen's grave; stayed
there for ages. When it got dark, I was feeling weak, so I booked
into a hotel down the road. I couldn't walk any further. I lay
on the bed and the next thing I knew it was morning." Fiona
chips in suddenly, "Can anyone verify that?"
Everyone turns to look at her. Fiona points out, "It's a
problem we have to face." She then says, "Susie, darling,
something has come up about Wayne." Susan retorts sharply,
"I saw the paper - and no, I haven't got an alibi."
Beryl insists, "There's no question of anyone suspecting
you, love, but it would help if you could find someone
to vouch for your whereabouts yesterday afternoon. Did anyone
see you at the cemetery?" Susan replies, "Not that I
know of. I was pretty out of it." Beryl insists, "You
should be back in hospital." Susan assures her, "I'll
be alright." Beryl, however, tells her, "Still, we'll
get Michael in to have a look at you." Susan nods, "OK."
She then looks at Gordon and comments, "The paper said that
Wayne's critical. Is that right?" Gordon,
however, replies, "It now looks as though he could be out
of the woods." Susan murmurs, "If he is, I hope whoever
did it gets to him and finishes the job. He deserves
Sometime later, Susan is sitting in an armchair in the reception
room, dozing. Beryl puts a cup of tea down on the table next to
her and Susan stirs. Beryl tells her, "Michael's here. He'll
see you whenever you're ready." She then adds, "You
looked so peaceful; I wish I could make it like that for you all
the time." She goes on sincerely, "I love you,
Susie." Susan murmurs, "I love you, too." Beryl
continues, "I hate seeing you unhappy." Susan
tells her, "I don't like it either, mum.
I shocked you with what I said in there, didn't I?" Beryl
nods, "It certainly wasn't my little girl talking."
Susan sighs, "I'm not your little girl; not any
more. I'm your neurotic, crazy, mixed-up daughter - and I am unhappy,
mum. Very." Beryl murmurs, "That does
sound like my little girl." She then declares, "When
Wayne recovers, I want you to leave that house; just
walk away from it - or you'll destroy each other."
Susan stares at her and says, "I can't. I have to make him
pay for what he did to Glen - and to the baby." She then
stands up and adds, "I don't want to keep Michael waiting."
With that, she heads out of the room, leaving Beryl looking worried.
Doug is sorting out T-shirts in the lounge room at Caroline's
when the 'phone starts ringing. He goes and answers it. He listens
and then smiles, "Just the man I was thinking about - I was
packing more T-shirts, partner! The orders are pouring
in!" At the desk in Fiona's room at the mansion, Gordon murmurs,
"Good." He then adds quickly, "I'm sorry - I didn't
want to sound unenthusiastic." He listens and says, "No,
not at the moment. Plenty of suspects, but nobody that I would
consider capable of killing somebody." He then asks, "Is
Caroline there?" Doug, however, replies, "Just
missed her, mate; she's gone over to see Debbie. 'Phone her over
there, if you like." He listens before smiling, "She
just got back about an hour ago. I'm glad to have her home, I
can tell you: we had a blue before she left; sweet as pie now,
though." Gordon asks, "How is she? Is she alright?"
Doug replies, "Why shouldn't she be?... You're not
thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?"
He listens and then retorts, "Caroline couldn't have shot
Wayne even if she wanted to: she was on the publicity
tour." Gordon, however, tells him, "Something strange
is going on, Doug; that's what I wanted to speak to Caroline about.
I rang the publishers: there was no promotional tour.
She lied to you - and that looks pretty suspicious to me..."
The door opens at Beryl's and Debbie smiles at Caroline, "You're
back! Quick! Come and help me look!" She pulls Caroline into
the house and into the lounge room. Caroline asks, "What
for?!" Debbie laughs, "My house-key! I put it down somewhere
special so I wouldn't lose it, and now I can't remember where!
I'm in a rush, too!" Caroline asks, "Why?" Debbie
explains, "I'm going to surprise Craig for lunch. Did Doug
tell you about his new job?" Caroline nods, "Yes, he
did." Debbie goes on, "It's great. Lots of chance for
advancement. I wrote to mum; she'll be rapt." Caroline smiles,
"So? When's the wedding?!" Debbie, however, tells her,
"Oh, we're not going to rush into it." She suddenly
spots her keys in the fruit bowl on the table. Caroline asks in
surprise, "What on earth did you put them there
for?" Debbie giggles, "So I wouldn't lose them!
It made sense at the time!" Caroline gives her a hug, suddenly,
and Debbie asks in surprise, "What's this for?!"
Caroline tells her, "Stay happy, sweetie; it's so good to
see." Debbie asks in concern, "Are you alright?"
Caroline nods, "Yes... It's just there's a lot of hurt going
on. Being around you kids is like a tonic; that's why I came round,
I guess." Debbie accepts this. She then says, "I've
got to rush. Could you give me a lift? We can talk on the way."
Caroline replies, "Sure! I want to know all about Craig's
job." As they head out, Debbie enthuses, "It's fantastic.
Best thing is it's proved mum wrong; she said he didn't have any
Craig is washing down a car at the garage where he's working.
He doesn't notice as Caroline pulls up in her car across the forecourt.
Debbie climbs out and says, "Thanks, Caroline, I can walk
from here; his office is just down there." She points down
the road. Craig hears her voice and quickly runs over to hide
behind a nearby wall. He listens as Caroline invites him and Debbie
over to dinner. He then dashes over to where another guy is washing
a car, says to him quickly, "Do me a favour: I've got to
take an early lunch; something urgent's come up," and runs
off down the road. Debbie starts walking along the street. A few
seconds later, Craig emerges through a side door at the garage,
dressed in his suit. He starts running along a back road and spots
Debbie standing at the bottom of some steps. He pauses to get
his breath back and then starts walking down the steps nonchalantly,
calling to Debbie as he does so, "Hey! What are you
doing here?" Debbie smiles, "I wanted to surprise you
for lunch! Where do you want to go?" Craig says quickly,
"How does sandwiches in the park sound?" Debbie nods,
"Fine by me." She then remarks, "You're
sweating." Craig tells her, "The air-conditioning's
gone on the blink. It's as hot as hell in there..."
Gordon is pacing the floor of Fiona's room at the mansion. Fiona
is sitting at the desk, reading My Sister My Love, but
she tells Gordon tersely, "I've read the same sentence ten
times - and it wasn't that interesting in the first place!"
Gordon looks at her and murmurs, "I'm sorry." He sits
down and sighs, "I just wish I could get on to Caroline;
confront her with what she's been up to." Fiona suggests,
"I think it's best to leave that to Doug, now."
She then declares, "You know, the best thing I can say about
Caroline's prose style is that it makes Jackie Collins read like
Dickens!" Gordon, however, stands up again and snaps, "I
don't give a damn about her prose style; I just want
to know: was she in Sydney last night?" There's suddenly
a knock on the door and Fiona calls, "Come on in." The
door opens and Alison walks in. Fiona mutters at her, "If
you're here in your capacity as landlord, fine, but if you want
to know anything about the shooting, forget it." Alison retorts,
"I should have known you'd take Beryl's side. It's
Gordon I want to speak to." She looks at Gordon
and goes on, "All I want you to do is come down to the police
station and give them a description of the gun you used to keep
around the house. I know I took it from Wayne, and now they're
trying to use that to make a case against me." Gordon
says coldly, "I've never kept a gun in the house."
Alison insists, "You must've. Where did Wayne get
it otherwise?" Fiona suggests curtly, "He probably bought
it. You do try to complicate things, Alison." Alison
growls, "In other words, you're not prepared to help me."
Gordon tells her, "I am not going to perjure myself for your
sake. I don't know anything about a gun, and if you want
to think that I'm lying, you go ahead." Alison pauses before
saying coldly, "Don't kid yourself your precious Beryl doesn't
have it in her. I saw the way she threatened Wayne; that
was a woman who could very easily kill." With that, she turns
and heads out. Gordon stares after her.
Doug is sitting in the lounge room at Caroline's, looking at
a magazine, when the front door opens and Caroline calls, "Only
me! It's great being around Debbie; the kid's so positive, it
cheered me up no end." She joins Doug in the lounge room
and looks at the expression on his face. She smiles, "What's
wrong with you, sourpuss?" Doug stands up and Caroline
goes to kiss him. He pulls away, though. Caroline asks in surprise,
"What is it?" Doug retorts, "I know there was no
publicity tour - so where have you been for the last few days?"
A short time later, Doug is pacing the lounge room floor as Caroline
sits in an armchair and says, "After our argument over the
book, I wanted to lash out; I wanted to go off on my own and think
- so I made up the publicity tour on the spur of the moment. Once
I'd done that, I had to stick with it. So, I left and booked into
a hotel and stayed there for a few days." Doug asks, "Where
was this hotel? Here or in Sydney?" Caroline glares
at him and snaps, "Do you honestly think that I--" Doug
interrupts and retorts, "It doesn't matter what I
think; it's what the police can make of it." Caroline
says coolly, "It was in Melbourne. I'm not lying; I can prove
it." Doug, sitting down on the couch, mutters, "It was
still a pretty juvenile thing to do." Caroline snaps, "I
was hurt after the way you attacked the book. I'm proud
of it, Doug." Doug retorts, "It's a pretty destructive
thing to be proud of." Caroline retorts, "It is something
that I have done all on my own and it looks as though it's going
to be a success. Quite frankly, I don't care whose nose
it puts out of joint." Doug, standing up again, mutters,
"Why do you have to keep playing silly games? Why can't you
just be honest with me?" Caroline, however, cries, "That's
rich, coming from you, after everything that happened
when Billie was here." Doug sighs, "OK. Why
can't we be honest with each other? Let's try from now on, OK?"
Caroline murmurs, "Alright."
Angel's motorbike pulls up outside the mansion. Janice is sitting
pillion, and as the bike comes to a halt, she exclaims to Angel,
"It's such a stimulating experience! No wonder you and your
biker friends get hooked on it!" Angel turns to her and replies,
"It's more than just a ride; it's a way of life!"
Janice then says, "I don't mean to be critical, but I've
never understood why you all look so scruffy!" Angel
shrugs, "Maybe we don't dress what you call 'neat', but there's
good and bad everywhere; it's what's on the inside; you
know that." Janice smiles, "Yeah." She
then goes on, "Thankyou for a lovely morning. Will I see
you soon?" Angel nods, "I reckon." He climbs off
his bike before continuing, "You're not my type, Janice,
but I reckon you're a nice lady." Janice smiles, "I
think that was a compliment!" Angel assures her, "It
was! I'll see you tomorrow!" Janice tells him, "I look
forward to it." Angel then steps forward to kiss her. Janice,
however, grabs him quickly and flips him over onto the ground.
Angel lies there, looking astonished. Janice says in horror, "I'm
sorry. Martial arts. Reflex action." Angel clambers to his
feet and insists, "It's just a 'goodbye' kiss!" He gets
back onto his bike, adding, "Next time, I'll give you a few
minutes' warning, eh?!" With that, he rides off.
Detective Morris is inside, in Fiona's room, with a colleague.
Beryl and Susan are sitting on the couch. Morris comments to Susan,
"You say you went to visit a friend's grave. Seems rather
a morbid thing to do, so soon after losing a baby."
Susan, however, retorts, "I don't think so. It was
comforting." Morris asks, "In what way?"
Susan explains, "I was very close to Glen. It helped
me being there." Morris sits down and remarks, "Surely
after what you've been through, it would be better to be with
your husband?" Beryl chips in curtly, "I don't
see how that has anything to do with this investigation."
Morris points out, "Someone attempted to murder your daughter's
husband at a time when she went running away from hospital. I'm
trying to establish Susan's frame of mind at that time, so if
you don't mind..." He turns back to Susan and repeats, "After
losing your baby, one might expect you to be with your husband
rather than a friend." Susan cries, "I was upset; I
didn't know who I wanted to be with. But I wasn't upset
enough to shoot someone." Morris asks, "How
would you describe your marriage, Susan?" Susan
asks warily, "What do you mean?" Morris prompts, "Is
it happy? Miserable? Do you love your husband? Do you
like him? Tolerate him? Hate him? It's a simple question."
Beryl chips in quickly, "They were very happy. You only have
to check out a tape of Susan and Wayne when they were on television;
you'll see just how happy they were to see each other again. I'd
call that hard evidence - good enough to be shown in court."
Looking at Susan, she adds, "Right, love?" Susan nods,
"Right." She looks at Detective Morris. Morris just
sits there, looking suspicious...
Caroline is sitting at the table in her lounge room, typing away
at a typewriter. Doug walks over to her and gives her a kiss.
Caroline giggles. She then says, "The publisher's been nagging
me to start on the sequel - so I thought I'd take Wayne's shooting
and do my own version. The culprit's always the most
unlikeliest, so I thought I'd make it someone like Charlie!"
Doug warns, "You'll be stepping on a few toes again..."
Caroline just shrugs, "Authors always take their inspiration
from life." She then asks, "Where did you get
to?" Sitting down at the table, Doug replies, "I went
down to the hotel where you were staying; talking to the staff.
They definitely remember you being there, so you've got no worries:
you're in the clear." A stony look comes across Caroline's
face. Doug asks, "What's wrong?" Caroline spits, "You
didn't trust me enough to believe my story." Doug insists
quickly, "No! I just want to make--" Caroline stands
up and says coldly, "Loving is believing, Doug. You take
Gordon and Beryl: he'd never have done what you just
did." Doug tells her, "You can't blame me;
you've been up to some pretty weird things in the last...; not
that I mean--" Caroline interrupts and snaps, "I know
exactly what you mean. Thankyou for your vote of confidence.
If that's all you feel about me..." She then removes her
engagement ring and places it on the table before storming out
of the room. Doug sighs heavily.
It's evening-time. Debbie emerges from the kitchen at Beryl's
to find Craig standing in the lounge room. She smiles, "Hi!
I didn't expect to see you 'til later!" Craig explains,
"I went to Doug's, but he and Caroline had had an argument,
so I cleared out." Debbie sighs, "Not another
one. What's this one about?" Craig shrugs, "Not
sure. Something about Doug not trusting her." They sit down,
Debbie laughing as they do so, "Sometimes they act more like
kids than we do. Still, I don't have to worry about that
with you, do I? I know I can trust you a hundred
per cent." Craig murmurs nervously, "Yeah, sure..."
Debbie then announces, "I've been thinking." Craig asks,
"What about?" Debbie replies, "You and me - and
how you spend most of your time around here - and how it's not
really working out with you living with Doug and Caroline... and
I've also made a few 'phone calls." Craig asks, "Who
to?" Debbie tells him, "Beryl - and she says it's alright
- that is, if you want to - for you to, um... well, move in with
us." Craig, looking surprised, remarks, "I thought you
wanted some time away from me." Debbie replies,
"I did - and I needed time to think." Craig
comments slyly, "If I did move in, it wouldn't be
just to keep you company; just another person in the house..."
Debbie tells him, "I want us to go back to what we had, Craig.
I love you." Craig smiles, "I love you, too."
They kiss passionately. When they pull apart, Craig comments,
"You certainly know how to surprise a guy, don't you?!"
Debbie tells him, "I've got another one, too!"
Craig asks, "What's that?" Debbie explains,
"After I left you today, I thought about how much I enjoyed
having lunch with you, then I thought about how unfair it is that
you're working and I'm not, so I've decided to look for a job
in the same area. We can have lunch together every day! I can
meet you outside your office; might even meet a few of the people
you work with. Good idea, hey?" Craig smiles warily, "It's
Alison is sitting in the lounge room at Charlie's, watching TV
and wiping tears away from her eyes. She gets up and switches
off the TV - just as there's a knock at the front door. She mutters,
"Dammit." She gets up and heads out to open the door
- to find Detective Morris standing there. She tells him, "Come
in." Morris says, "Thankyou. I won't keep you a moment
- I've got some good news for you: we've found your gun."
Alison corrects, "You mean Wayne's gun." Morris
says in compromise, "The one that your friend gave away with
your dressing gown." He then continues, "We ran some
tests, and from the markings from the bullet that we took from
Wayne Hamilton, we know that it couldn't have come from the gun
you had in your possession." Alison points out, "I'd
already told you that." Morris replies, "It's
something that we had to make sure of." Alison goes on, "So
I take it I'm in the clear?" Morris nods, "Yes."
Alison continues, "And you've narrowed your list of suspects?"
Morris nods, "Uh-huh." Alison muses, "I must say,
this is one set of finals where I'm glad I'm not
Beryl emerges from the kitchen at Fiona's. There's a knock on
the main door, and Fiona calls from the kitchen, "Would somebody
get that, please? I'm up to my elbows in flour." Beryl calls
to her, "I'll do the honours." She passes Gordon,
who's laying the table, and opens the door - to find Detective
Morris standing there with his colleague. Beryl says to him sharply,
"If you're here to talk to Susan, she's lying down; she's
still not well and she shouldn't be disturbed." Morris, however,
retorts, "It's you we're here to see, Mrs. Hamilton."
Beryl steps aside and lets the detectives in, saying curtly as
she does so, "I've told you everything I can."
Morris says, "We've cleared one of our major suspects in
the shooting - and a witness has just come forward to prove that
you were lying about your whereabouts yesterday. We'd like you
to accompany us to the station for further questioning."
Fiona emerges from the kitchen, a look of shock on her face. Beryl
stares at Detective Morris and asks, "Why? Am I
being arrested?" Gordon chips in, "You're not
charging my wife over Wayne?" Morris turns to look
at him and says, "Attempted murder is a serious crime, Mr.
Hamilton. It would be in your wife's interests to help us with