Susan is walking with Beryl in the grounds of the jail where
Beryl is being held. They're followed by a female guard. Susan
comments, "The place isn't that bad." Beryl
murmurs, "No, it could be worse." Susan goes on, "At
least you're allowed out in the open during visiting hours."
Beryl sighs, "I suppose after all those years you visited
Bill, the last thing you wanted to see was the inside of a jail."
Susan, however, insists, "You won't be stuck in here for
long, mum. We both know you're innocent." Beryl tells her,
"I need to keep hearing that, Susie. Sometimes, I lie awake
at night, thinking it's all going to go wrong for me; they won't
let me out." Susan cries, "You don't want to think
like that." Beryl tells her, "I try not to, but believe
me: this place makes you think the worst." They stop walking.
Susan then tells Beryl, "I brought that photo you asked for."
She takes a photo of Gordon holding Robert out of her handbag
and hands it over. Beryl stares at it and then whispers, "Thankyou,
love." Susan tells her, "It won't be long, mum - honestly.
We'll have you out of here before you know where you
are." Beryl murmurs, "I hope so, Susie. I hope so."
Alison is standing by the french window's in the lounge room
at Charlie's. Charlie is sitting on the couch. Susan is pacing
the floor, saying, "We both pretended that it wasn't
too bad, really, and that she was bound to get out soon
- but it wasn't; it was awful. And what if she doesn't
get out soon? What if it does go wrong for her? I have
enough trouble just coping with the place visiting; God
knows how mum's handling it, locked in there 24 hours
a day." Alison says, "Susan, there's no pretending your
mother and I are the best of friends - but there's one thing I've
always admired in Beryl: that's her ability to hang in there.
She's got more resilience than most women I know. She'll
survive." Charlie adds, "Your mother's probably handling
it better than you are." Susan replies, "She
is. That doesn't make it right, though."
She sits down on the couch, next to Charlie. Alison suggests suddenly,
"Why don't you go away for a while? Take a rest." Susan,
however, gasps, "You're kidding! I couldn't leave mum."
Alison tells her, "You'll be doing yourself a favour.
I don't know whether you realise it or not, but you're on the
verge of cracking." Susan insists, "I'm not
going away." Alison tells her, "I'm sure your mother
would understand." Susan retorts, "You think so? I
don't. I put her in there, you know? Because
I wouldn't hand over my money to Wayne, my mother's in jail."
Alison says quickly, "There's some company business coming
up in Melbourne. Someone has to take care of it; why not you?"
Susan retorts, "Why not you?" Alison explains,
"I'm going to be away myself next week." Susan
looks at her. She then murmurs, "I suppose someone
has to go." Alison declares, "Exactly - and it's not
as if you're not going to be able to keep in touch with people
up here." Susan nods uncertainly, "Yes... alright,
Beryl has stuck the photo of Gordon and Robert to the wall of
her cell. She stands there, staring at it, sadly. She then sits
down at the table next to her bed and starts writing a letter.
A rasping female voice behind her says suddenly, "Who you
writing to?" Beryl spins round to find two tough-looking
women standing in the doorway. She tells them, "My husband."
The woman who spoke says, "Doesn't he come to see you?"
Beryl replies, "Yes." The two women step inside the
cell and the first one asks, "Then why are you writing
to him?" Beryl retorts, "Because I want to."
The woman mutters, "Must be mad." She walks over to
Beryl, takes some chewing gum out of her mouth and places it on
the table. She then picks up Beryl's hairbrush from the table
and starts brushing her hair. Beryl snaps, "Do you mind?"
The woman retorts, "Why? What did you do?!" Beryl says,
"Would you mind putting my things down and leaving, please?"
The woman smiles, "Sorry - just want to see what you've got
worth nicking, first." She goes to walk off, still holding
the brush. As she does so, she spots the photo on the wall. She
pulls it off and comments, "This the old man, is it?"
Beryl nods, "And son, yes." She holds out her hand and
appeals, "Please?" The woman, though, pulls it away
and warns, "Uh-uh. Don't be so rude." Beryl lunges out
with her hand to grab it, snapping as she does so, "Give
it to me." The second woman grabs her arm, though. Beryl
then warns the first woman, "If you don't give it back, I'll
call the warder." The first woman grins, "No kidding!"
She then rips the photo in two, top-to-bottom, before taunting,
"Call the warder." The second woman lets go
of Beryl's arm. She then bends down and picks up the two pieces
of the photo. Beryl goes to take them from her - but the second
woman lets them drop to the floor again. Beryl bends down to reach
for them. As she does so, the first woman threatens, "Tell
you what, though: you'll be dead by morning if you do.
Think we'd better teach you a lesson, sweetheart - just
to make sure that you don't get in the habit of calling the warder
every time we come collecting." With that, she grabs Beryl's
hair and yanks her head back. She then kicks Beryl in the stomach.
Beryl reels back, coughing. The first woman taunts, "Come
on, darling. Where's your spirit? We haven't even started
yet." Another female voice yells suddenly, "Leave her."
The first woman looks round at the newcomer, who adds, "Don't
lay another hand on her." The first woman demands, "Says
who?" The newcomer retorts, "Pam. Good enough?"
The first woman lets Beryl go, and she drops to the floor. She
then snaps, "One of these days, somebody's going to do
Pam." The newcomer retorts, "Won't be you,
though, will it, gorgeous?" The two prisoners walk
off. The third woman walks over to Beryl and asks, "You OK?"
Beryl gasps, "Yes." The newcomer tells her, "Name's
Daphne." Beryl pants, "Beryl Hamilton." Daphne
nods, "I know." She picks up the pieces of the photo
and hands them to Beryl. Beryl murmurs, "Thanks for..."
Daphne, however, shrugs, "Nothing to do with me.
Pam you want to thank. You have to wait 'til tomorrow;
she's doing a stint in solitary at the moment. She heard about
you, but; sent out word you had to be looked-after." Beryl
murmurs, "I'm glad she did." She then asks,
"Who is this Pam?" Daphne just replies, "The
girls round here call her The Boss." With that, she walks
off, leaving Beryl looking pained.
It's evening-time. Alison and Susan are sitting on the couch
at Charlie's, some papers laid out on the coffee table in front
of them. Alison finishes adding up some figures on a calculator
before remarking, "They should balance but they
don't." Susan suggests, "Maybe we made a mistake
with the addition?" Alison tells her, "I've been over
it twice." Susan asks, "What about the bank
statements?" Alison, however, assures her, "No, they're
right." She then goes on, "Somehow or other, the
princely sum of $10,000 has gone missing from the company accounts.
I'd say someone's been fiddling the till." Susan
shrugs, "I don't know who." Alison replies,
"Nor do I." Picking up the chequebook, she
then remarks, "Three amounts: five thousand, three thousand
and two thousand. Here's one for five thousand. Cash. Did you
write this?" Susan replies quickly, "I can't remember;
I write so many." Alison presses, "A cash
cheque?" Susan retorts, "There were a
lot of bills to pay, Alison." Continuing to go through the
chequebook, Alison comments, "Here's another one. $2000.
Cash. More bills?" She then sighs, "Susan, you haven't
started gambling again, have you?" Susan cries,
"No. No, I haven't - honestly." She looks down guiltily,
Nick Benson walks into Wayne's room at Park Ridge Hospital and
smiles, "Good evening. Ready to try again?" Wayne, who's
looking at the newspaper, replies, "Hypnosis? No." Nick
remarks, "I thought you were rather keen on the
idea." Wayne tells him, "I was - and it worked:
I remember, now, who fired the gun." Nick points out, "This
afternoon, you said you weren't sure." Wayne replies,
"I know. I am now, though. It was Beryl. I was right
the first time. So, I guess that's it." Nick shrugs, "Fair
enough. I'll go and make out the bill." He turns to head
out. As he does so, Wayne comments, "You must be proud of
your brother." Nick turns back to him and asks,
"Why?" Wayne says, "Clever young doctor making
his mark on the world." Nick remarks, "I've never really
thought much about it." Wayne muses, "That's
strange." Nick asks, "Why?" Wayne tells him, "I
was speaking to Michael yesterday. He had much the same thing
to say about you. Bit of tension there?" Nick retorts,
"On a professional level, Michael and I have enormous respect
for each other. Anything else is none of your business."
With that, he walks out. Wayne sits in his bed, looking intrigued.
Susan is standing by the french windows in the lounge room at
Charlie's, saying to Alison, "I was going fine;
I hadn't gambled for weeks. Then everything started to
go wrong again. I broke; I couldn't help myself."
Alison warns her, "If the company auditors had found the
discrepancies before I did--" Susan interrupts and
sighs, "I know. We would have been in big trouble. I'd
have been in big trouble." Alison exclaims in annoyance,
"Everything you've planned; everything you've worked for
- it would all be a total waste if you just gambled your
money away." Susan cries, "Don't you think I want
to stop?" Alison retorts, "Yes I do. The question is:
can you?" Susan insists, "If I work hard at
it - and I will. That's a promise." Alison warns her, "If
you lose your financial independence, you're giving Wayne the
upper hand." Susan says, "I realise that. Couldn't think
of a better reason to give it up, could I?" Alison tells
her, "Just keep it in mind." Susan insists, "I
will. I'll give it up. You'll see." Alison looks at her,
Doug and Caroline are sitting on the couch in the lounge room
at Beryl's. Debbie and Craig are sitting together on the armchair
and Debbie is smiling, "Craig and I would love to
be witnesses!" Caroline smiles, "Thanks!" Craig
then asks uncertainly, "How do you feel about getting married
in a Registry Office?" Caroline tells him sincerely, "It's
right for us. That's all that matters." Debbie smiles,
"I couldn't be happier for you both. It's wonderful!"
Doug then says, "We're on our way out to dinner." The
'phone starts ringing as Doug and Caroline stand up and Doug says,
"We'll be on our way. We'll see you tomorrow." He and
Caroline head off. Debbie picks up the 'phone. Craig goes to see
Doug and Caroline out. By the front door, Doug asks him, "How's
the job going?" Craig replies hesitantly, "Er... good.
Getting there!" Doug accepts this and smiles, "See ya,
mate." He and Caroline then head out. On the 'phone in the
lounge room, Debbie is saying, "Yeah... That is fantastic!
Yes! Great!... When do I start?... Fine. No problems! Alright,
I'll see you then!" Craig walks back into the room as she
adds, "OK. Bye!" and hangs up. She then turns to Craig
and says excitedly, "Guess what!" Craig guesses, "You've
got yourself a job?!" Debbie laughs, "How did you guess?!"
Craig then asks, "Where? Doing what?" Debbie explains,
"It's across the road from you - at the carwash."
Craig stares at her and mouths, "The carwash..." Debbie
nods, "I'll be doing the opposite shift to some guy they've
just put on there." Craig grins nervously!
Beryl has stuck the two halves of her photo of Gordon and Robert
back on the wall of her cell. She strokes it, lovingly, as she
sits on her bed. She then buries her head in her hands, looking
upset. Daphne appears in the doorway, suddenly, and remarks, "Didn't
see you at dinner." Beryl murmurs, "I wasn't hungry."
Daphne tells her, "It affects most new girls that
way. Puts them off their food." She walks in with a plate
and puts it down on the table, adding as she does so, "I
brought you some in case you were hungry during the night."
She then remarks, "Not handling it too good, are
you? Being inside. Missing your family?" Beryl murmurs, "Yes
- especially my little boy." Daphne asks, "What's his
name?" Beryl replies, "Robert." Daphne asks, "How
old is he?" Beryl tells her, "Two." Daphne murmurs,
"Yeah. I've got a kid of my own. I know what it's
like: we miss them like hell." Beryl asks hesitantly, "Were
you scared when you..." Daphne completes, "First
started doing time?" She then nods, "Yeah - at first.
Then you learn to know the ropes. You scared?" Beryl
whispers, "After this morning, yes, I am." Daphne, however,
insists, "You're worrying about nothing. I told you: Pam
will look after you." Beryl asks in surprise, "Why
will she look after me?" Daphne replies, "Because she
thinks you're innocent." Beryl asks in surprise, "Why
does she think that?" Daphne just shrugs, "Search
me. You'll have to ask Pam that, won't you?"
Beryl murmurs, "Yes, I will."
It's the next morning. Debbie is working at the kitchen sink
at Beryl's. Craig is putting some plates back on the shelf as
Debbie sighs, "You were lucky getting the afternoon off.
I'm in strife." Craig asks in surprise,
"Why?" Debbie explains, "I start work today, don't
I? I've also got to get to the wedding. The two overlap."
Craig asks, "What are you going to do?" Debbie sighs,
"I don't know. I think I'll run down to the carwash - see
if it's OK for the guy on the shift before mine to work an extra
hour, maybe." Craig murmurs nervously, "Uh huh."
Debbie asks, "What do you think he'd say? I'd pay him, of
course." Craig just shrugs warily, "I wouldn't know,
Deb. I wouldn't have a clue what he's going to say..."
A while later, Debbie is dressed in old clothes as she approaches
Elsewhere in town, Craig runs into a public callbox, puts a coin
in the slot and starts dialling a number.
Debbie is standing with the carwash owner, saying, "I know
that I am asking a lot, being the new girl and everything, but
they're really good friends and I would like to be their
witness and we're only talking about an hour." Before the
man can answer, the telephone rings. He picks it up.
In the public callbox, Craig says quickly, "Jim, it's Craig.
Look, mate, I'm not feeling the best today. Upset stomach. Must
have been something I ate. I don't think I'll be able to come
into work today." He listens before insisting, "It's
the truth - honest. I feel sick as a dog, mate...
Yeah. OK. I'll see you tomorrow." With that, he hangs up.
At the carwash, Jim hang up and tells Debbie, "You're in
luck: that was Craig ringing in to say he's sick - or so he says.
You can do his shift and then you can get on to your
wedding." Debbie smiles in relief, "That's great! Thanks
a lot!" She then says, "Craig. That's his name?"
Jim nods, "Yep." Debbie laughs, "My boyfriend's
name's Craig." Jim, looking disinterested, mutters, "Big
deal. Come on - I'll show you the job." He walks off. Debbie
pulls a face at him behind his back!
Wayne is climbing back into the bed in his room at Park Ridge
Hospital. Susan is standing with him, saying coldly, "I'm
going away for a while." Wayne asks, "Where?" Susan
retorts, "To Melbourne - on business." Wayne asks, "Why
you telling me?" Susan snaps, "If mum's not
out of jail by the time I get back, it's all-out war." Wayne
looks at her and growls, "I offered you a deal.
Dear Beryl could be out of jail right now." Susan
retorts, "I know - but she gave into your blackmail once,
over Robert; she was determined never to do it again." Wayne
mutters, "It was her decision." Susan snaps, "That's
right - and now you can make one: tell the police it
wasn't mum who shot you - or live with the consequences."
With that, she turns towards the door. She then turns back to
Wayne and says coldly, "If it does come to war,
I've got the money and the people to make sure you come
in a very poor second. I'd remember that, if I were you."
With that, she walks out.
Out in the corridor, Susan takes a piece of paper out of her
handbag and goes to a public 'phone nearby. She picks up the handset
and dials a number. When the call is answered, she says, "Stan...
Susan Hamilton. How's my credit?" She listens before replying,
"That's OK - I'll send you a cheque. There's a horse in race
three at Flemington: 'Sister Starlight'. A thousand dollars to
Caroline is dressed in a frilly white outfit. She's sitting with
Debbie in the reception are of the Registry Office, picking at
a small bouquet of flowers that she's holding. Debbie asks, "Nervous?"
Caroline replies, "No." Debbie laughs, "You should
be! It's traditional!" Caroline, however, shrugs,
"First time around, maybe - but not today. Besides, Doug
and I have been through so many false starts, I still don't believe
we're finally getting married!" At that moment,
Doug walks in with Craig and says to Caroline, "You'd better
believe it!" Caroline smiles, "I will when I sign the
book!" Debbie walks over to Craig and gives him a kiss. He
comments, "You made it OK?" Debbie nods, "The other
guy 'phoned in sick, so I got to do his shift. His name's
'Craig'." Craig asks 'blankly', "Who?" Debbie explains,
"The guy I'll be working with. Coincidence, hey?" Craig
muses, "You wouldn't read about it!" The marriage registrar
appears suddenly in the doorway and calls, "Mr. Fletcher?
Mrs. Morrell?" He looks at Debbie and Craig. Doug calls over
quickly, "That's us!" He and Caroline stand
up. The registrar asks, "Are we ready?" Doug nods eagerly,
Wayne is tossing and turning in his hospital bed as he has a
nightmare. He's dreaming of the blurry image of the person who
shot him. He murmurs in his sleep, "Don't shoot... No, don't
shoot!" He starts panting.
Caroline and Doug are standing in front of the marriage registrar
in the main room at the Registry Office. Debbie and Craig are
standing behind them. The registrar says, "We come together
in the presence of friends to join together Doug and Caroline
in marriage." Debbie and Craig smile at each other. The registrar
continues, "Marriage is a union where a man and woman are
called to give themselves in body, mind and spirit, and to respond
that from that union will grow a deepening knowledge of their
love and respect for each other. In the joys and sorrows of life,
in prosperity and adversity, they share their companionship, faithfulness
Still asleep in his hospital bed, Wayne pants, "No... no..."
He thinks back to the blurred image - and it suddenly all becomes
clear. He stares at the person pulling the gun's trigger. It's
Caroline." Wayne wakes up and sits up in bed, panting heavily.
In Melbourne, the marriage registrar is saying, "Doug and
Caroline have now witnessed their mutual consent before their
friends, and they have pledged their solemn word to each other,
and they have confirmed it with the giving and receiving of a
ring and the holding of hands. I therefore declare them husband
and wife." Broad grins cross Debbie and Craig's faces and
they start applauding! Doug looks at Caroline and asks, "Do
I get to kiss the bride?" Caroline beams, "You'd better!"
Doug pushes back her veil and starts kissing his new wife passionately.
Confetti thrown by Craig and Debbie rains down upon them!
Susan is sitting listening to a horserace on the radio in Beryl's
lounge room at the mansion. The horse is won by 'Felicity'; 'Sister
Starlight' comes second. Susan turns off the radio, looking horrified.
She then stands up, dashes over to the telephone and dials a number.
When it's answered, she says cheerfully, "Ron... Susan Hamilton...
Yes, it has been a long time. Er... my account still
open?... Good. Um, race four, 'Idle Gossip'." She listens
to the bookie before admitting, "No... no, maybe it's not
such a sure thing after all. Cancel that, will you, Ron? I've
changed my mind." She stands there and looks at the 'phone.
Alison is sitting with her feet up on the coffee table in the
lounge room at Charlie's. Charlie walks in from the hallway. Alison
sighs and asks, "What are we going to do tonight,
Charlie?" Charlie, indicating some fabric on the drinks cabinet,
suggests, "Some petit point?" Alison gasps, "You
must be joking! I heard the other day that petit point brings
on hardening of the arteries!" Charlie hands her a drink.
Alison takes it and sighs, "Where have all the real
men gone? Why aren't they knocking on our door like they
used to?" Charlie tells her, "I don't think there are
any of them left." Alison insists, "There must
be." Charlie shrugs, "There's a lot of competition
out there these days." Alison mutters, "It can't be
too bad. If the likes of Beryl and Caroline can snare
a husband, why can't we? I need a big, wonderful romance;
someone to sweep me off my feet and make me feel wanted. Where
is my white knight? When's he going to cross my path?"
Doug pops the cork out of a bottle of champagne in the lounge
room at Caroline's. He, Caroline, Debbie and Craig burst out laughing.
Doug pours Caroline a glass. As she takes it, she smiles, "You'll
get me drunk; this is our third bottle!" Craig then
comments, "You're not going away for the honeymoon?"
Doug explains, "I want to get the T-shirt business off the
ground first - then maybe we can have another go at Mexico City."
Turning to Caroline, he adds, "What do you say?" Caroline,
however, tells him, "I don't think so. Somehow, whenever
people mention Mexico City, I always think of cheap divorces!
No, I want somewhere romantic. An island." The 'phone starts
ringing suddenly. Caroline stands up and heads out to answer it
in the hall. She picks up the 'phone and says, "Hello?"
Wayne comes on and snarls, "You think no one knows, don't
you? You really thought you were going to get away with it."
Caroline says in surprise, "Wayne? What are you talking about?"
Wayne retorts, "You know what I'm talking about.
See, I remember: you're the one who shot
me. But don't think you're going to get away with it; I'm coming
down there, Caroline. You and I are going to have this out."
In Melbourne, Caroline hangs up the 'phone and takes a gulp of
her champagne. Doug calls out, "Who was it?" He joins
Caroline as she replies quickly, "No one. Just a burial plot
salesman, would you believe, trying to sell me my final resting
place!" Doug smiles, "Well you won't be needing that
for a while, will you?" Caroline murmurs, "I
certainly hope not..."
Beryl is standing staring up at the small window in one of the
walls of her cell. Daphne appears in the doorway suddenly and
announces, "Pam's out of solitary. She's on her way to see
you. I'm the advance party." With that, she turns and heads
out again. Beryl turns back to the wall and bends down to the
table. She hears footsteps, suddenly, as someone else approaches.
The person walking towards Beryl's cell stops just inside the
doorway. Beryl turns to face her. A look of shock then crosses
her face as she sees who's standing there, and she gasps, "I
don't believe it!"