Pamela's horse keeps on going, gathering speed. Alison watches
in horror. Pam, looking scared, tries again to slow down her mount,
but it refuses to stop. Alison, meanwhile, gradually catches up
with her on her horse and she's eventually able to grab
Pamela's horse's reins. She manages to bring the creature to a
halt. Pamela looks at Alison and says a reluctant, "Thanks."
Alison comments, "It's lucky you didn't fall."
She smiles at Pamela, weakly.
Nick is standing in a visitor's room at the Bendala Detention
Centre. The door to the room opens and Beryl walks in, accompanied
by a prison guard. Nick shakes Beryl's hand and introduces himself.
He then adds, "I suppose you're wondering who I am."
Beryl nods, "A little." Nick explains, "Gordon
asked me to come and see you - I'm a psychiatrist." Beryl
gives him a look. Nick adds quickly, "Don't be alarmed -
he doesn't think that anything is wrong; he thinks that I can
help you." Beryl asks in surprise, "How?"
Nick replies, "By using hypnotherapy. Do you know much about
it?" Beryl admits, "No, not really." Nick tells
her, "Basically, it works on the theory that we take in much
more than the mind consciously registers. Under hypnosis, we can
often recall things we've previously forgotten. Now, Gordon believes
- and so do I - that you could remember something that could help
prove your innocence." Beryl shrugs, "If it'll do that,
I'll go along with it." Nick declares, "Good."
He then adds, "I have to say from the start that success
rates aren't one hundred per cent, but they are pretty
high." He sits down at a table with Beryl and asks, "Have
you been hypnotised before?" Beryl replies, "No
- and I must admit I've always been rather sceptical of it. I
have also heard that people that feel that way... well, they're
difficult to put under." Nick agrees, "They can
be - but if the doctor-patient relationship is working, we shouldn't
have too much trouble. Are you willing to give it a go?"
Beryl nods eagerly, "Anything to get out of this
place. When do we start?" Nick tells her, "As soon as
you can organise it with the Superintendent. It's part of the
red tape around here: the prisoner has to request it." Beryl
smiles, "I'll get onto it straight away."
Pamela is sitting on the couch in the lounge room at the Woombai
homestead. Alison hands her a drink and comments, "This
should calm you down a bit." Pamela takes a sip. As Alison
pours herself a drink, she remarks, "A scare like
that really shakes you up, doesn't it?" Pamela mutters, "It
was my own fault, really." Alison comments, "You
obviously know how to handle a horse, though." Pamela shrugs,
"Usually." There's silence. Alison then says, "Look,
I want to apologise for the way I behaved when we first met. There
are no excuses; it was simply unacceptable. I was wondering if
we might just sweep all that under the carpet and start again
from scratch." Pamela sits there, staring at her. Alison
carries on, "I know what you think of me; I just want a chance
to show I'm not as black as I'm painted." Pamela hesitates
briefly before shrugging, "Yeah, well, maybe I've just seen
another side of you. I owe you one." Alison insists
quickly, "I don't think of it like that." Pamela,
however, retorts, "I do. Something I learnt inside:
always pay your debts. OK - back to square one." Alison smiles
It's evening-time. Janice walks into the homestead from outside
and goes and places some small logs in the fireplace in the lounge
room. She comments as she does so, "Even in the warm weather,
it gets cold up here at night." Pamela is lying back on the
couch, reading a magazine, and Janice asks her, "How are
you feeling now?" Pamela smiles, "Much better. The whisky
did the trick!" Janice murmurs, "Yes? Well, it's not
what I would have given to calm the nerves, but if it
worked, that's the most important thing." She adds, "Some
of those horses get very frisky at times; it's just your bad luck
you scored the wrong one." Pamela replies, "The stablehand
said he's been giving trouble all week; something to
do with the mare in the back paddock. Anyway, I'm just glad Alison
was there to help; could have been very nasty otherwise."
Janice stands up from the fireplace and smiles, "Yes. Well,
I might go and see about organising dinner." She heads off
to the kitchen as Alison comes in from the hallway. Alison comments
to the reclining Pamela, "Having a bit of a nap?" Pamela,
however, replies, "Not really; Janice has just been setting
the fire." Alison goes and pours herself a drink before suggesting,
"Why don't we eat out tonight?" Pamela indicates
the kitchen and says, "I think she's doing something about
a meal now." Alison, however, asks, "Do you
really feel like grilled chops and three veg, 'cos that's what
you'll be getting; she's a very plain cook, so I'm told. I
rather fancy something a little more spicy; what about
you?" Pamela shrugs, "I wouldn't say no. I've
been eating grilled chops and three veg for the last ten years!"
Alison smiles, "There's a very good Indian restaurant the
other side of town. The food is fantastic." At that moment,
Janice emerges from the kitchen and says, "I couldn't find
any chops, so we'll have to make do with sausages." Pamela,
however, tells her, "Alison was just suggesting that we eat
out." Her face dropping, Janice comments, "Oh.
I'll have to put everything back in the freezer then." She
then asks, "Where are we going?" Alison tells her, "The
Rajah's Turban." Janice exclaims, "That Indian
place? The last time I went there, I was up all night.
I vowed I'd never go back." Alison tells her, "We feel
like something a little more exotic." Janice mutters, "I
thought a night at home would be nice." Alison retorts,
"I'd hardly call that 'exotic'." Pamela chips in, "I
must admit: I feel like going out." Janice smiles, "Of
course - I'm being selfish. You go and get stuck into the curry
and I'll enjoy my sausages!"
Wayne is sitting in the lounge room at Dural with his bodyguard.
He's looking at the newspaper as the bodyguard watches TV. Wayne
comments, "I see there's been another scare on Wall Street.
You follow the money market, do you?" The bodyguard,
still staring at the TV, just mutters, "No." Wayne sighs
and then suggests, "How about a drink?" The bodyguard
replies, "Just something soft for me." As Wayne walks
over to the bar, he asks, "Never touch the hard stuff?"
The bodyguard tells him, "No good for you." Wayne mutters,
"That's right - I forgot: you're a health freak." He
bends down behind the bar and then sighs, "Looks like we're
out of OJ. I'll just nip down the shops and get some." He
picks up his car keys. The bodyguard leaps up from his seat and
says, "I'll come with you." Wayne tells him, "I'm
only going down the corner." The bodyguard retorts, "You
can never be too careful." Wayne insists, "I'll only
be gone ten minutes." The bodyguard, however, points
out curtly, "You hired me as a bodyguard; let me do my job.
I'll go first." With that, he heads out to the hallway, leaving
Wayne looking bemused.
Charlie is standing in Fiona's room at the mansion. As Fiona
closes the door, she remarks, "Two visits in the one day;
I'm really popular!" Charlie smiles, "I was looking
for Michael." Fiona tells her, "He's at work,
I'm afraid. Is there anything I can do?" Charlie
explains, "I was hoping he could tell me something about
that gorgeous new hunk Wayne's got staying with him."
Looking puzzled, Fiona asks, "Why should Michael
know?" Charlie points out, "He and Wayne are pretty
good friends." She then adds with a smile, "I caught
a glimpse of him this morning and I couldn't take my eyes off
him! I'm going to call in there on my way home; get Wayne to introduce
us!" Fiona comments warmly, "Gym instructor material,
huh?" Charlie beams, "And the rest!" Fiona chuckles
before changing the subject and saying, "Actually, I was
trying to get in touch with you earlier on. I was looking
for Alison; have you any idea where she is?" Looking suddenly
nervous, Charlie shrugs quickly, "'Fraid not." Fiona
comments, "Never mind. I'll try and get in touch with her
later." Charlie says quickly, "She still won't be there."
A look of annoyance crosses her face as she realises she's almost
given the game away. Fiona asks her, "Why?" Charlie
replies, "I think I remember her saying something about staying
over somewhere." Fiona stares at her and says sharply, "Charlie...
you're fibbing." Charlie insists, "I am not." Fiona,
however, retorts, "Yes you are! You certainly know an awful
lot more than you're letting on." There's suddenly a knock
on the door to the room. The door then opens and Andy steps inside.
Charlie smiles at him quickly, "Andrew!" She then turns
back to Fiona, says, "If I see Alison, I'll tell her you
wanted to see her," and dashes out! Fiona looks at Andy and
sighs wearily, "What do you want?" Andy tells
her, "I came to apologise." Fiona mutters, "I'm
not interested." Andy pleads, "Will you at least give
me a hearing?" Fiona, however, retorts, "Why should
I? You've said some very hurtful things." Andy murmurs, "I
know - and I'm sorry. I know I've done some rotten things - and
hurt a lot of people; but I just want you to know I'm telling
the truth when I say I want to put that part of my life behind
me. I am trying to turn over a new leaf; I really am
- but I need another chance. I know you gave me that before, and
I blew it, but this time I promise I won't. I'm finished with
Wayne and I'm not having any more to do with him. I know it's
better if I just keep well, well away from him." Fiona points
out, "A lot of people have tried to tell you that,
Andy, but you just wouldn't listen." Andy shrugs, "I
know: people my age... you can't tell us anything. I
had to find out for myself. I also haven't got anywhere to live.
I was wondering if you'd let me have a room." Fiona retorts
coldly, "There are no vacancies." Andy asks, "How
about the broom cupboard?" Fiona tells him, "There's
hardly room in there for the broom!" Andy insists,
"I bet you haven't been able to let it." Fiona shrugs,
"No... I just keep it there for emergencies." Andy presses,
"That is what I am talking about. Please, Fiona?"
Fiona hesitates for several seconds. She then sighs, "Oh,
alright, you can move in in the morning." Andy smiles gratefully,
Pamela and Alison have arrived back at the Woombai homestead
after their meal. As they head into the lounge room, Pamela is
laughing, "I'll never forget that look on the waiter's face!"
Alison asks, "Do you feel like a nightcap?" Pamela shrugs,
"Why not?" She sits down as Alison goes to the drinks
cabinet. She comments, "It was good food." Alison nods,
"It's one of the best restaurants in the area." She
pauses before then asking, "You given any more thoughts about
what you're going to do?" Pamela replies, "I'll
eventually get back into business, I hope - once I get myself
together." Alison asks, "What, start something yourself?"
Pamela, however, tells her quickly, "Oh, no, no, I'm not
ready for anything like that. I'll try and get in with
a company that's got lots of potential, so I can make a lot of
money." Alison hands her her drink and then raises her own
glass, commenting, "Best of British." Pamela insists,
"I've got a good head for business; I should be able to make
a go of it." Alison, sitting down, says, "I
might be able to help: I've got a lot of contacts and I know my
way around the corridors of power. I might be able to set something
up for you." Pamela looks at her and says sincerely, "Thanks.
I'd really appreciate that. Look, I'm sorry we got off to such
a bad start; it was as much my fault as it was yours." Alison
insists, "Water under the bridge." She then goes on,
"So, what are we going to do tomorrow? Feel game enough to
get back on a horse again?" Pamela nods, "I think so."
Alison suggests, "We could go to the Lookout: there's a fantastic
view from there; we could take a picnic lunch." Pamela smiles,
"Sounds great!" Alison tells her, "I'm glad we've
finally broken the ice." She then holds out her glass and
proposes, "To friends." Pamela chinks the glass with
her own and repeats, "Friends."
There's a knock on the front door at Dural. The bodyguard heads
out from the lounge room to open the door. Charlie is standing
out on the step, dressed in a slinky red dress! The bodyguard
stares at her and asks, "Can I help you?" Charlie steps
inside and, running her finger up his shirt, smiles, "You
certainly can, darling! I've come to see Wayne." The bodyguard
just retorts coldly, "Sorry - you didn't say who you were."
Charlie beams, "Charlie Bartlett: Wayne's next door neighbour."
With that, the bodyguard pushes her back out through the door
and shuts it. He then turns to the study and calls, "Wayne.
There's somebody here called Charlie Bartlett. You know her?"
Wayne calls back, "She's OK." The bodyguard turns back
to the door, opens it and tells Charlie, "It's alright: you
can come in." Charlie, however, snaps furiously, "I'm
not sure I want to, now, thankyou." She then turns
and marches off. The bodyguard closes the front door as Wayne
emerges from the study. The bodyguard shrugs at him, "Sorry."
Wayne, however, smiles, "It doesn't matter - it's good to
see you doing your job properly." He then adds, "Come
into the study and I'll explain you what I want you to do tomorrow."
It's the next morning. Nick is standing in Fiona's room at the
mansion. Fiona is telling him, "Gordon's not here,
I'm afraid - he's taken young Robert for a walk, I think."
Nick says, "Could you tell him that the prison authorities
have given us the go-ahead?" Fiona, looking blank, repeats,
"The go-ahead. Right." Nick adds, "He can give
me a call, if he likes." Fiona just says, "The go-ahead
for what?" Nick explains, "Hypnosis."
Fiona asks in surprise, "For Beryl?" Nick nods,
"Yes. Why - what's wrong?" Fiona says, "You think
Beryl might have had some memory loss too?" Nick tells her,
"She could have forgotten something; you never know. Sometimes,
the smallest detail can be vital in proving someone innocent."
Fiona says sincerely, "And she is innocent, isn't
she?" Nick replies, "I think so - for what
it's worth. A good prosecutor could shoot holes in that opinion,
though." Fiona asks, "Why do you think that Wayne is
doing it? Do you know? Is it just sheer vindictiveness?"
Nick just shrugs at her. Fiona insists, "He is mad,
isn't he?" Nick, however, tells her, "Oh no; I wouldn't
exactly say he's mad." Fiona asks, "What would
you say?" Nick retorts, "Ethically, I shouldn't say
anything." Fiona shrugs, "Don't say it ethically;
just say it quietly!" Nick tells her, "There are some
people, Fiona - and I'm not saying that Wayne is one of them -
but some people never develop emotionally, and confronted with
an emotional conflict, they respond as would a four-year-old when
told it can't have another jelly bean. There's nothing cold or
premeditated about it - even though sometimes you think there
is; it's just an impulse: if your security is threatened,
his instinctive response is to inflict suffering. It is, if you
like, an adult tantrum - silent, granted, without the tears and
the screams, but nevertheless an emotional tantrum." He goes
on, "Generally, it can be traced back to when he was a four-year-old
- not to one single cathartic moment of rejection, or anything;
I mean, that's a Freudian myth; well, it can happen, but really;
usually, it's an abnormality with the whole upbringing - and abnormalities
are pretty common, believe me: there's a lot of strange people
out there, Fiona." Fiona just stands there and remarks, "Wayne
is one of the strangest." Nick smiles, "I didn't say
Sometime later, Nick is sitting with Beryl in the visitor's room
at the Bendala Detention Centre. A guard is standing by the door.
Nick is telling Beryl, "The important thing is to feel relaxed."
Beryl murmurs, "That's very difficult; it would be a lot
easier if it was just the two of us." Nick just says, "I'm
afraid that's not possible." Beryl goes on, "I can't
help feeling tense." Nick, however, assures her, "That's
OK - we'll sit and talk some more." Beryl explains, "I
think what my problem is... I don't really believe in
it." Nick tells her, "A lot of people think
as you do - but honestly, it does work; and who knows? Locked
away in your subconscious could be the clue as to the identity
of the gunman. Hypnotherapy is the only way we're going to get
it out." Beryl smiles weakly as she says, "I'll give
it a try." Nick assures her, "That's all you have to
Caroline arrives back at her house in Melbourne and heads into
the lounge room - to find Wayne sitting on the couch. He smiles
gleefully, "Surprise!" Caroline glares at him and snaps,
"What are you doing here? Get out!" Wayne stands up
and retorts, "I'm not going anywhere." Caroline
demands, "How did you get in here?" Wayne looks towards
the kitchen and calls, "Could you come in here for a minute,
please, Vince?" Vince - the bodyguard - steps into the room.
Caroline looks at his burly figure as Wayne smiles, "He can
get in anywhere!" Caroline glares at him and growls,
"I could have you up for breaking-and-entering. What do you
want?" Wayne replies, "I want to talk some more about
our money deal - and get you to call off Susan's investment in
the Talking T-Shirt gimmick." Caroline asks, "What if
I don't?" Wayne just shrugs, "That wouldn't be wise."
Caroline snaps furiously, "I am just about getting fed up
with you and your threats, Wayne." Wayne ignores
her, going on, "This time, you're going to do as you're told.
If that proves difficult, I'm sure Vince could show you how easy
The 'phone is ringing in the lounge room at Charlie's. Charlie
answers it and says, "Hello?" Caroline comes on and
says, "I've got to speak to Susan. Is she there?" She
listens before asking, "Would she have gone across to the
Hamiltons'?" Charlie retorts coldly, "I doubt it. And
don't ask me to go over and look for her there; I am never going
to set foot inside that place again. Wayne has gone and
got himself a bodyguard - who has to be the rudest man I have
ever met." Charlie asks, "Could you take a message for
me, then?" She doesn't notice as Doug walks into the room,
behind her. She goes on, "Tell her that I'm sorry, but she
won't be able to invest in Doug's business after all." Doug
stares at her in surprise as she adds, "There's a problem
with the shares and the amount of paid-up capital: it's oversubscribed,
and as she was the last one in, she'll have to be the one that
misses out... Thanks, Charlie. Bye." She hangs up. Doug says
suddenly from behind her, "What are you trying to do
to me?" A look of horror crosses Caroline's face. She turns
to face Doug and exclaims, "I didn't hear you come in."
Doug tells her curtly, "I need Susan's money, Caroline."
Caroline just retorts, "You'll have to look elsewhere for
it, because you can't have it." Doug asks in surprise why
not. Caroline replies, "Because Wayne says so."
At the Detention Centre, Nick is telling Beryl, "I want
you to think back to the day of the shooting... when you were
at the Hamilton house." Beryl is sitting at the table with
her eyes closed. Nick says, "Tell me everything that happened
from the moment you arrived." Beryl starts to think back.
As she replays the events of the day of the shooting, she murmurs,
"I arrived by taxi... I went to the front door." Nick
asks gently, "What happened?" Beryl tells him, "I
knocked, but there was no answer." Nick says, "Alright.
Go on... but this time try and concentrate on anything that was
out of the ordinary that might have caught your eye." Beryl
murmurs, "I started walking towards Charlie's... there's
nothing out of the ordinary." Nick prompts, "Keep trying."
Beryl recalls, "I'm still walking towards Charlie's... there
is something." As she recalls what happened, Beryl
spots a hand by the side of a wall at Dural. One of the fingers
has a ring on it. Nick asks her, "What is it?" Beryl
murmurs, "I don't know... a hand... a ring. The ring caught
the sun." Nick says, "Describe it." Beryl tells
him, "A man's ring... oval... chunky, with clouds
on it." Nick then says, "Alright. Now, open your eyes.
Three... two... one..." Beryl opens her eyes to find Nick
sketching on a piece of paper. He then shows her a picture of
a ring and asks, "Anything like this?" Beryl
stares at his sketch and exclaims, "Yes!" Nick asks,
"Have you seen it before?" Beryl murmurs, "I think
so. Yes." Nick asks, "Where?" Beryl, however,
sighs, "I don't know. I can't remember." Nick presses,
"Someone close? A friend?" Beryl nods, "Possibly."
Nick pushes, "Someone you know?" Beryl murmurs, "I
think so." Nick smiles, "We're halfway there. We have
the ring; now all we have to find is who was wearing it."
Janice is clearing away her breakfast things from the living
room table at Woombai. Pamela walks in and sits down. She's whistling
to herself and Janice comments, "You seem on top of the world
this morning." Pamela explains, "I had a good sleep.
It was the first time I haven't kept waking up all night. Must
be the country air!" Janice then asks, "How was the
curry last night?" Pamela beams, "Fine! It was a good
night all round. Alison and I even managed to clean the slate.
She's taking me out to look at the property today; we're riding
out to the Lookout." Janice asks warily, "Do you think
that's a good idea?" Pamela shrugs, "Why not?"
Janice replies quietly, "Let me give you a friendly warning:
don't get too involved with Alison; she can be very dangerous
if crossed." Pamela comments, "She seems alright to
me." Janice asks, "Have you managed to read
My Sister My Love?" Pamela nods, "Yeah, Beryl
lent me a copy." Janice explains, "She's the one referred
to as 'Pamela' in the book." Pamela stares at her, a look
of shock on her face. She gasps, "She's Pamela?"
Janice nods, "Yes - so I'd be careful if I were you."
With that, she heads off to the kitchen, leaving Pamela looking
Alison is sitting on a deckchair outside when Pamela comes marching
out of the homestead and demands, "How long did you think
you could get away with it?" Alison asks in surprise, "What?"
Pamela snaps, "Alison... Patricia... Pamela... whatever your
name is." Alison comments, "I'm sorry - I don't know
what you're talking about." Pamela yells, "The book."
Alison muses, "Oh that." Pamela goes on furiously, "You
really played me for a sucker, didn't you, all that sweetness
and light - and you're the biggest bitch of all time."
Alison growls, "The book's nothing but lies." Pamela
retorts, "Not according to Beryl." Alison retorts,
"Yes, well, Beryl would say that, wouldn't she?
You'd be a fool to take any notice of her."
Pamela demands, "Why?" Alison retorts, "The woman's
mad, that's why. Anyway, you know what authors are like:
they take real-life situations and embellish them beyond belief.
Half the book's rubbish, the other half isn't much better."
Pamela just says coldly, "From what I've heard of your track
record, I'd say you're the one that's lying." She
goes to walk off, but then hesitates and goes on, "Let me
tell you something: I don't make the same mistake twice. You've
conned me once - but you won't do it again." She storms off.
Fiona is holding the sketch that Nick drew of the ring Beryl
saw under hypnosis. Nick is standing in her room at the mansion,
saying to her, "Gordon and I thought that, under hypnosis,
she might be able to remember something to prove her innocence."
Fiona comments, "And this is what you've come up with? Beryl
thinks she remembers someone wearing a ring similar to this?"
Nick nods, "Uh huh - but she only saw the person's hand.
Beryl thinks she's seen the ring before, but doesn't know where.
I thought maybe you had some idea." Looking thoughtful,
Fiona remarks, "You know, I've seen it before somewhere too.
I don't know where; don't ask me; I've got no idea." Nick
tells her, "Eyes peeled. We're looking for someone who wears
a ring similar to this one." Fiona exclaims, "You mean
I've got to rat on my friends?" Nick nods, "Yes - so
you can keep an innocent person from going to jail." Fiona
sighs, "There's no argument when you put it like that, is
there?" The door to the room opens suddenly and Andy walks
in, holding his bags. He puts them down on the table and says,
"G'day. Is it alright if I leave my bags here for a tick?
I just want to pop down to the bank and draw out some money."
With that, he heads out again. When he's gone, Nick asks Fiona,
"Did you look at his hand?" Fiona admits, "No -
why, was he wearing a ring?" Nick, however, smiles, "No!
I took particular note he wasn't wearing any ring."
Fiona comments, "That's good - although I must admit: Andy
has got as much motivation for shooting Wayne as anybody else
- the boy hates him." Nick remarks, "But he
doesn't wear expensive, chunky jewellery?" Fiona smiles,
"Oh no! He couldn't afford it, for one thing." Her face
becomes suddenly more serious, though, and she murmurs, "Then...
on the other hand..." Nick asks, "What?" Fiona
explains, "There are certain women who've been showering
Andy with expensive gifts lately." Nick asks, "Do you
think it's worth searching his luggage?" Fiona gasps, "Good
heavens, no. Not without his permission." Nick, however,
walks over to one of Andy's cases and says, "We're looking
for a murderer, remember?" He then indicates the strap on
the case and asks, "Do you have a knife to break this?"
Fiona stands there, looking worried.
There's a hammering on the front door at Dural. No one answers
it. The hammering is repeated. Wayne calls, "Vince... there's
someone at the door." Vince doesn't materialise. Wayne emerges
from the lounge room and opens the door himself - and Doug barges
in. Wayne calls for Vince again. Doug, however, snaps, "Save
your breath. He's not around to help you anymore - I made him
an offer too good to refuse." He then says coldly, "You
made a mistake when you picked on Caroline, mate. See,
I can play just as dirty as you. Now, if you don't lay off her
and free Beryl from jail, I've got a couple of guys who are going
to be very rough on you. You've got 24 hours. If you haven't started
pulling a few strings by then, you could very well end up dog's
meat." With that, he turns and marches off, leaving Wayne
standing looking worried.