Alison is sitting on the couch in the lounge room at Charlie's,
looking at the newspaper article that Charlie dug out about Pamela.
Charlie comments to her, "Uncanny resemblance, isn't it?"
Alison just stares at the article and nods slowly. After a few
seconds, she asks sharply, "How old is this?" Charlie
replies, "Oh, nine... ten years. Something like that. According
to Fiona, who got it straight from Beryl, she's the absolute spitting
image of you - or at least, the 'pre-Santos' edition, that is!"
She then sighs, "That was easily the most interesting
news of the week. The gym's still doing well... oh, and Isabella
started sneezing on Tuesday night! I thought she was getting a
cold, but the vet assures me she isn't." She then adds more
uncertainly, "And we think someone stole some of your files,
too." Alison looks at her sharply and demands, "When?"
Charlie replies, "Yesterday. Fiona thinks that it was Andrew,
just because he was the only other person here, but I can't believe
that--" She breaks off as Alison stands up. She asks, "Where
are you going?" Alison retorts, "The boarding house."
Charlie says quickly, "You won't find him there. He's moved:
he's staying next door, with Wayne." Alison snaps, "He's
back in cahoots with Wayne?" Charlie muses, "I
don't know if 'cahoots' is the right word. I think he's helping
him convalesce." Alison remarks, "Sounds like cahoots
A short time later, in the lounge room next door, Wayne says
curtly to Alison, "If you think Andy took them,
why don't you ask him about it?" Alison retorts,
"I did. He was at the front gate, waiting for a
taxi. He told me he'd given them to you." Wayne
just shrugs. Alison growls, "I want them back." Wayne
tells her, "They were just business files, Alison.
I was entitled to them." Alison points out, "You
don't run the business; I do - and I need those files."
Wayne, going to the bar and pouring himself a glass of scotch,
remarks, "Surely you keep copies?" Alison snaps,
"Of course I keep copies." Wayne shrugs, "Then
you don't need them." Alison orders, "Give them to me."
Wayne glares at her and retorts, "Make me." He then
warns, "Don't get too cocky, Alison; you're not boss of the
barnyard yet. You pull your head in or you might just
A sheet of paper with the number '2' drawn on it is taped to
the cupboard door in Pamela's cell. Beryl is staring at it. She
then turns to Pamela, who's sitting on the bed, and says, "I'll
be sorry to see you go - not that I'd like to see you spend any
more time in here than you have to, but it's certainly made things
easier for me." Pamela smiles, "All part of
the service." Beryl then asks, "How are you getting
on with the book?" Pamela admits, "I haven't really
started it yet." Beryl says, "You'll have to let me
know what you think when you've finished it." Pamela nods,
"I will." Beryl goes on, "Where are you going to
stay when you get out of here?" Pamela shrugs, "I don't
know. Spend the first couple of nights in a motel, I suppose."
Beryl asks, "Don't you have any friends or relatives?"
Pamela replies, "Not in Sydney." Beryl then tells her,
"If you're looking for a cheap bedsit, I know of a boarding
house. The friend of mine's a manager there; she'd have no objections.
She's coming in tomorrow: I'll ask her about it." Pamela
muses, "Great. Thanks."
It's late at night. Wayne is yawning as he sits in the lounge
room at Dural, watching TV. He eventually picks up the remote
control and turns the TV off. He then goes round and turns off
the lamps in the room, leaving the place in darkness, before heading
out into the hallway - where someone dressed all in black grabs
him suddenly from behind and puts their hand over his mouth. Wayne
starts trying to yell, "Help! Help!" The sound is muffled,
A few seconds later, Wayne is struggling with his attacker when
the front door opens and Andy runs in, saying in concern, "Wayne?"
The attacker runs off as Andy switches on the lights. He then
turns to Wayne and asks, "What happened?" Wayne clambers
up from where he was brought to the floor and pants, "I got
jumped." Andy helps him up and asks, "You OK?"
Wayne pants, "Yeah." He then goes on, "You still
waiting for a taxi, were you?" Andy nods, "Yeah."
Wayne tells him, "Cancel it." Andy says blankly, "Eh?"
Wayne retorts, "I was obviously wrong earlier: it looks like
I do need someone around." Andy gasps, "You
must think I'm an idiot!" Wayne offers, "$200
a night." Andy snaps, "I'm not someone you can just
push around as it suits you." Wayne presses, "$300."
Andy then asks, "Cash in advance?" Wayne growls, "You
can have it in gold bullion, if you like. I just need someone
here. At least stay the night." Andy pauses before nodding,
"Alright." The two of them head into the lounge room
and Wayne switches the main lights on. Andy suggests, "A
cup of tea?" Wayne nods, "That would be nice."
Andy heads off to the kitchen to make it. In the lounge room,
Wayne staggers over to the 'phone on the bar, picks it up and
dials a number. The 'phone starts ringing in the lounge room at
Caroline's. Caroline answers it, saying, "Hello?" She
listens before growling, "What do you want?"
At Dural, Wayne snarls, "I don't scare that easily, Caroline..."
He listens before snapping, "I'm talking about tonight's
little stunt: sending someone around to rough me up."
Caroline retorts, "I didn't send anyone anywhere.
Do you honestly think I'd gamble with a jail term to try and scare
you? For heaven's sake, Wayne, I don't know what's going on, but
I had nothing to do with it." There's silence at the other
end. Caroline prompts, "Wayne?" At Dural, Wayne stands
by the bar, looking uncertain. He eventually mutters, "Alright,
I'll speak to you later." He hangs up.
It's the middle of the night. Andy is lying asleep on one of
the couches in the lounge room at Dural. Wayne is lying asleep
on the other. The lights are on. Wayne is having another nightmare
about being shot. As the person with the gun comes into view,
he sees clearly who it is: Alison. As the shot rings out, he wakes
up and sits bolt upright. Andy wakes up as well and asks wearily,
"You OK?" Wayne nods, "A bad dream." Andy
mutters, "As long as that's all it was." He
pulls the covers back over him.
It's the next morning. In the lounge room at Charlie's, Charlie
is saying curtly to Alison, "Are you absolutely sure
it was Andy?" Alison retorts, "He told me;
he volunteered the information." Charlie gasps,
"The lying little thief. You wait 'til I get my hands on
him. He's probably been dipping into the till at the gym, too."
Alison nods, "More than likely." Changing the subject,
she then asks, "Where did you put that clipping from last
night?" Charlie replies, "In the drawer." Alison
stands up and heads over to the drinks cabinet. As she does so,
Charlie asks, "Did you get the files back?" Alison sighs,
"No. Wayne was rather stubborn about it." She removes
the newspaper article about Pamela from the drinks cabinet drawer
and stares at it.
Andy is tying up the laces of his trainers in the lounge room
at Dural when Wayne walks in, still wearing his pyjamas and dressing
gown. Andy tells him brightly, "I'm just popping off to the
gym. I'll be back sometime this arvo." Wayne, however, retorts,
"Don't bother, Andy." Andy says in surprise, "Pardon?"
Wayne retorts, "I said don't bother - coming back."
Andy stares at him and mutters, "Not again. What
is this? Have you gone schizo or something?" Wayne
snaps, "Just trying to figure out who attacked me last night,
that's all." Andy snaps, "It wasn't me; I saved
you, remember?" Wayne retorts, "I know. Convenient,
wasn't it? You on-hand, the door unlocked, Saint George to the
rescue..." Andy demands, "What are you getting at?"
Wayne says coldly, "You set it up." Andy gasps, "Me?
Don't be ridiculous." Wayne snaps, "You were on a good
wicket and you lost it. You set the whole thing up to get back
on it again." Andy exclaims, "I was waiting
for a taxi. Alison left the door unlocked."
Wayne just snaps, "'Three hundred dollars,' he says. 'Cash
in advance.' Get lost, mate." Andy glares at him and growls,
"You're mad. Fair enough - but next time someone's laying
into you, Wayne, don't expect help from this bunny."
With that, he grabs his gym bag and storms out. Wayne stands by
the bar, grim-faced.
A while later, Andy walks into the reception area at the gym.
Charlie is standing behind the desk and she growls, "There
you are, young man." Andy asks in surprise, "What's
the matter? I'm not late, am I?" Charlie retorts, "I
have been told that you confessed to stealing Alison's files."
Andy, looking suddenly wrong-footed, murmurs, "Oh, that.
Erm..." Charlie presses on, "I suppose you've been stealing
from here, too, have you?" Andy assures her quickly, "No!"
Charlie says disbelievingly, "A likely story!" Andy
insists, "It was a one-off thing, Charlie. Wayne had me trapped."
Charlie, however, retorts, "It's too late for excuses, Andrew.
You are fired." Andy gasps, "What?" Charlie
repeats, "You're fired. I can't be expected to employ someone
I know is a criminal." Andy starts to bluster quickly, "No,
no, wait. Look, the only reason I stole it was because Wayne threatened
to fire me if I didn't." Charlie asks in surprise,
"What do you mean? From here?" Andy nods, "Yeah.
He had me cornered; what choice did I have?" Charlie says
in surprise, "Wayne can't fire you from here." Andy
retorts, "He said he could. How was I supposed
to know?" Charlie exclaims angrily, "What a hide! Just
who does he think he is? Consider yourself reinstated. This is
as much my gym as his. I have as much as say
as he does." She then adds coldly, "Sometimes,
one can't help thinking whoever shot that man deserves a medal."
With that, she marches off into the main room. When she's gone,
Andy picks up the 'phone on the reception desk and dials a number.
When the call is answered, he says, "Yeah. Police. I'd like
to talk to one of the detectives. I have some information regarding
Beryl is sitting on the bed in her cell, looking at a magazine,
when Pamela walks in and throws the copy of My Sister My Love
down in front of her. She tells Beryl, "I got stuck into
that last night, after you left, and I couldn't put it down. Is
it really all true?" Beryl nods, "Uh huh." Pamela
comments, "Amazing! Amazing she's not in here! How
could anyone have kids and then just dump them? And she
did it twice; that was the worst bit."
Beryl replies, "I could never understand that either, but
I suppose we're different people." Pamela tells her, "We're
human; I think that's the difference.
I'm surprised no one has put her down." Beryl muses,
"A few have tried, but she's still very much alive
and well and living in Sydney. I wouldn't go out of my way to
meet her, though." Pamela assures her, "I don't plan
to!" Beryl then adds, "On the other hand, if you did,
I've love to be there! I can just imagine how far her jaw would
drop when she saw you..."
A taxi pulls up outside the front gate of the detention centre
and Alison climbs out...
Inside, in Beryl's cell, Pamela smiles, "Can't stand here
gossiping all day. Thanks again for the loan." Beryl replies,
"That's alright." Pamela adds, "I'll pop in later
and say goodbye." She goes to head out to the corridor. As
she does so, a prison officer walks towards her and demands, "What
are you doing here?" Pamela puts up her hands and
says quickly, "Just leaving." She walks out. The officer
then tells Beryl, "You've got a visitor." Looking surprised,
Beryl replies, "Already? Who?" The officer just retorts
sarcastically, "If you get a move on, you might find out."
Two detectives are sitting in the lounge room at Dural, with
Wayne. One of them says, "To put it bluntly, Mr. Hamilton,
why did you want someone to stay here with you when you had already
identified Beryl Hamilton and knew she was under arrest?"
Wayne muses, "You've been talking to Mr. Green, I take it."
The detective nods, "He contacted us." Wayne mutters,
"That figures." The detective goes on, "Getting
back to the question: why did you ask him to be a bodyguard?"
Wayne puts on an expression of surprise, though, and says, "He
thought I wanted a bodyguard?! That explains
it: I just wanted someone to stay here, to help me around the
house. I'm still not feeling the best, you know; a bullet in the
chest does slow you down a bit." The detective asks, "Why
didn't you try and get a qualified nurse?" Wayne assures
him, "I will now. Andy turned me down. Can you believe
that? Some friend, eh? Still, I suppose if he thought I wanted
a bodyguard... who wants to be shot at? Apart from the police,
of course." The detectives stare at him! Wayne clarifies
quickly, "I mean... who's willing to risk themselves in the
firing line, for the public good." The detective looks at
him before reaching into his pocket, removing a notebook and saying,
"We've also had a report from the Victorian Police.
Your father brought Caroline Fletcher to them. He was convinced
she the one who shot you. Any comment?" Wayne, looking
wrong-footed, blusters, "Well... what do you think? He wouldn't
think his wife would do it, would he?"
The detective nods, "There is that, of course." Wayne
then presses, "If you think I've lied to you, why don't you
just come out and say it?" The detective explains, "We're
not saying you've necessarily lied to us; however, we
are beginning to wonder if perhaps your memory is less
reliable than you think." Wayne stares at him. He
then says, "I can tell you this, gentlemen: last
week, I wondered the same thing - and I've got proof that it isn't.
Like to hear it from the horse's mouth?"
Beryl is walking along the verandah of the detention centre with
an officer. As they round a corner, Alison walks up to them and
says brightly, "Hello, Beryl." Beryl glares at her and
demands, "What are you doing here?" Alison
tells her, "I just came to see how you were getting along.
I imagine the change of environment must be quite a shock."
Beryl mutters, "I'm managing." Alison smiles, "Good.
I'm pleased to hear it." She then asks lightly, "Have
you met any of the other girls?" Beryl retorts,
"Yes. What about them?" Alison says, "Nice, are
they?" Beryl nods, "Some." Alison then asks, "Have
you met Pamela Hudson yet? I remember following her case a few
years ago. It was rather fascinating: in the photo, she looked
a bit like I did." Beryl mutters, "She still
does." Alison asks, "Have you spoken to her
yet?" Beryl shakes her head and sighs, "You're not really
interested in me, are you?" Alison insists,
"Of course I am." Beryl, however, retorts, "Oh
come on, don't you think I know by now when you're lying?"
Alison sighs, "Alright. I'm interested in both of
you." Beryl shrugs, "That's too bad. Pam gets out of
here tomorrow, and the last thing she needs is you trailing
after her." With that, she looks at the prison officer and
walks off. Alison stands there, looking frustrated.
Nick Benson is standing with Wayne and the detectives in the
lounge room at Dural. Wayne introduces the detectives to Nick,
explaining that Nick is his doctor. The first detective tells
Nick, "I'm pleased you could spare us some time. We're enquiring
into Mr. Hamilton's assertion that his stepmother was guilty of
the attempt on his life." Nick comments, "I didn't know
anyone doubted it." The detective replies, "There
are a few puzzling aspects, shall we say. Nothing conclusive,
but enough to make us wonder if perhaps he made a mistake."
Wayne turns to Nick and explains, "I told them I asked to
see you because at one stage I doubted it myself."
Looking back at the detectives, he adds, "That's why we decided
on hypnotherapy: to try and settle the matter."
The detective asks, "And did you?" Nick says, "Settle
it? Yes, we did." The detective goes on, "Tell me about
it." Nick, however, replies, "There isn't much else
to say. Wayne's memory of who shot him was becoming indistinct
- which is common enough in times of trauma." He goes and
sits down. The detectives do likewise. The first detective remarks,
"This was a couple of days later, wasn't it?" Nick nods,
"Yes." The detective carries on, "So he'd clearly
remembered and then started forgetting. Isn't that unusual?"
Nick replies, "It is unusual, but not unheard of." Wayne
chips in, "'Subconscious repression'; isn't that what you
called it?" He sits down as Nick tells the detectives, "'Subconscious
repression' is when a particular memory is so unpalatable that
the mind responds by forgetting it." The detective comments,
"So you're saying his subconscious found it so hard to cope
with his stepmother trying to kill him that it started to forget
she was responsible?" Nick nods, "In short." The
detective presses on, "But under hypnotherapy he definitely
remembered it was his stepmother?" Nick replies, "Yes."
The detective then says, "Alright. Thanks very much, doctor."
Wayne asks him, "Is that it?" The detective nods, "For
the moment. We'll see ourselves out." He and his colleague
stand up and leave. When they've gone, Wayne asks Nick, "Time
for a drink?" Nick smiles, "Why not?" As he goes
to the bar, Wayne remarks, "Nosey lot, aren't they? I didn't
think they'd stop asking questions!" Nick, however, tells
him, "You're lucky they did." Wayne looks at
him sharply. Nick goes on, "They assumed you'd told me that
you remembered it was Beryl while you were still under hypnosis.
In fact, it was later, wasn't it?" Wayne
just replies, "Was it?" He then muses, "I guess
it was. Still, I don't see the big deal about that."
Nick looks him in the eye and asks, "Was the face
you remembered Beryl's?" Wayne stares back at him and replies,
"Yes. It was." Nick nods at him in acceptance.
Alison is standing in the reception area at the gym, ranting
to Charlie, who's standing behind the desk, "I wasn't expecting
the warmest reception, but I did think I'd find out something."
Charlie comments, "Never mind." She then adds, "I
can understand your curiosity about Pamela, but, well,
if Beryl's lips are sealed, that's that, isn't it?"
Alison gives her a look. Charlie then suggests, "Unless I
go and see her, of course." Alison sighs, "Charlie,
she's not an idiot. If, two hours after I've been there,
my best friend goes around asking the same questions... it is
a bit obvious, don't you think?" Charlie nods her
head. She then looks at Alison and asks, "What's going on,
Alison? You're more than just simply curious to find out what
she's like, aren't you?" Alison retorts, "No."
Charlie warns, "Don't lie. You are." Alison
sighs curtly, "Alright, alright, there is more to
it than curiosity. That's all I'm saying." Charlie pleads,
"Come on, darling..." Alison, however, retorts, "There's
no point in arguing. Until I find out more, I'm not saying anything
Wayne is standing behind the bar at Dural, holding a decanter
in his hands. Nick is standing on the other side of the bar. Wayne
stares at the decanter and remarks, "English hand-cut crystal.
Great, isn't it? It was my grandfather's." He then reaches
to the shelf behind him, picks up another decanter and says, "So
was this. Sterling silver, circa 1850. Can you believe--?"
He breaks off suddenly as he winces with pain. He puts his hand
to his chest. Nick asks in concern, "What's up?" Wayne
tells him, "It's OK. It sometimes happens; I just bump a
rib or something." Nick muses, "Or drink one too many
scotches!" Wayne smiles at him weakly before saying, "Mike
gave me some painkillers. You stay there; I'll get them."
With that, he heads off upstairs. Nick takes a sip from a glass
Caroline is standing in the lounge room at her house. She puts
her hand on the telephone, but then removes it again. She stands
there, looking thoughtful. After a few seconds, she appears to
regain her resolve and she picks up the 'phone and dials a number.
The 'phone starts ringing at Dural. Nick calls out to Wayne, "Would
you like me to get it?" Wayne calls back, "Yes.
Thanks." Nick picks up the 'phone on the bar." In Melbourne,
Caroline says, "Wayne?... Oh, is Wayne there?" Nick
replies, "He's not at the moment, but he won't be a minute,
if you'd like to wait." Caroline says uncertainly, "No,
that's alright. Could you just tell him that I didn't do anything
and I've got nothing to be frightened of?" With that, she
hangs up. At Dural, Nick says, "Hello? Who's calling?"
There's no response, though, and he hangs up. Wayne comes back
in with his pills and asks, "Who was it?" Nick shrugs,
"She didn't say. All she said was 'she didn't do it and she
isn't scared'." Wayne stares at him and asks, "Do what?"
Nick replies, "She didn't say - but it was an STD call, if
it was any use." Wayne remarks quickly, "Must have been
business. She'll call back if it's important." Nick murmurs
warily, "Yes, I suppose so..."
A short time later, Wayne is walking Nick out to his car. As
they head down the driveway outside, Wayne says, "Thanks
for coming over. You know what cops are like: you've got to keep
them happy." Nick climbs into his car. As he does so, Wayne
comments, "We did send them away happy, didn't we?"
Nick turns to him and replies, "Yes, I guess they seemed
pretty satisfied." Wayne declares, "Good." Nick
then goes on, "Wayne, for a doctor-patient relationship to
work, it's important they're both straight up-and-down with each
other. There's nothing you're holding back from me, is there?"
Wayne assures him, "Of course not. Why would I?
I've got nothing to hide." Nick smiles, "Sorry. It's
just my clinical mind at work. That's the trouble with us psychiatrists:
we never take anything at face value. There are plenty of times
when we should." Wayne tells him, "This is one of them."
Nick nods, "I believe you." With that, he starts his
car and drives off. Wayne stands in the driveway, watching him
go, looking pleased with himself...
A few minutes later, Nick is talking on a 'phone in his car as
he drives along. He's saying, "It's just a hunch... Yes,
I know that... It's just that I--; hey, Michael, will you pipe-down
a minute? Look, I don't have any proof, but there's a lot of circumstantial
evidence pointing towards Wayne bending the truth for some reason...
I don't know why; that's why I'm calling. All I can say is I have
no intention of letting my professional skills be manipulated
by some mate of yours, just to keep his stepmother in jail..."
He listens before responding, "I'm not asking you to break
any ethics; all I need is some information about his background,
that's all... Tomorrow? Tomorrow's fine. Thankyou." With
that, he hangs up.
It's evening-time. Beryl and Pamela are standing in Pamela's
cell at the detention centre, along with a couple of other women.
Pamela comments to Beryl, "Nice of the screws to let us have
a little party, wasn't it?!" Beryl smiles, "Very generous!"
Pamela goes on, "You know, I often wondered if I would be
just the tiniest bit sorry to leave this place." Beryl grins,
"But you're not!" Pamela replies, "I can't wait
to get out!" Beryl then says seriously, "Thanks for
all your help. When I first came here, I thought it was going
to be open season on Beryl." Pamela insists, "You'll
be right. Daph will be taking over, remember, so relax, let your
hair down; it's a party!" Beryl smiles at her. She then says,
"Oh, I saw Fiona: she'll be waiting for you outside the gates
tomorrow morning. You feeling ready to face the world?" Pamela
smiles, "I'm ready; it's the world I'm
worried about!" Beryl queries, "Oh?" Pamela tells
her, "I'm heading straight for the top, Beryl! Won't be long,
I'll have that house... limo in the garage... yacht on the harbour..."
Beryl declares, "Now that sounds like Patricia!"
Pamela nods but then says, "It's all going to be legal, too;
I'm not stealing another cent. I'm going to make
it. If people are nice to me, I'll be nice to
them." Beryl asks, "What if they're not?"
Pamela shrugs, "I'll just have to be nasty..." Beryl
goes to say something - but before she can do so, one of the other
women walks over to them and says to Pamela, "Enough yakking!
Time to blow out the candle!" She indicates a small cake
on the table in the room. Pamela nods, "I've got to make
a wish!" The woman cajoles, "Hurry up! I'm starving!"
Pamela walks over to the table, pauses, blows out the candle and
then says, "OK! Done!" Everyone bursts into a chorus
of 'For she's a jolly good fellow!' As one of the other women
proposes three cheers, Pamela stands there looking delighted at
being on the verge of freedom.