Alison storms into the mansion and knocks on the door to Fiona's
room. There's no response, so she pokes her head into the room.
She finds it empty. Looking annoyed, she sighs heavily. Michael
emerges from his room suddenly and says, "Hello!
Someone told me you were off holidaying in the country."
Alison replies curtly, "I was. I decided to cut
it short." She then asks, "Is Fiona around?" Michael
shrugs, "Probably - she never seems to be that far away!"
Alison explains, "I've got some boarding house business I
want to discuss." Michael just asks, "Why the sudden
return to the big smoke? Charlie said you'd run into Pamela up
at Woombai and were getting along famously." Alison,
however, retorts, "That's old news, I'm afraid.
Janice told Pamela I was the Wicked Witch in Caroline's book.
I'm afraid Pamela rather took it to heart. Everything was going
so well until then; now I'm about as popular as a third armpit."
Michael remarks, "You seem to place great store in becoming
friends with Pamela; a week ago, you'd never even met
the woman." Alison tells him, "Most people don't know
what it's like to have their freedom taken away from
them; I didn't until I did that community service debt
I was telling you about. It was awful. I only had to
put up with it for a couple of weeks; Pamela's been locked up
for ten years. I just want to see she has the chance
for a fresh start, that's all. I think I can help." Michael
smiles, "You never struck me as the social worker-type."
Alison mutters, "You live and you learn, don't you?"
She then says, "So, what do you suggest, doctor? How do I
repair the rift?" Michael suggests, "By not pushing
so hard? Just act naturally; be yourself. It might take a few
weeks, but if you hang in there and show some patience..."
Alison muses, "That's never been one of my strong points,
I'm afraid. Still, doesn't look like there's anything else I can
do at the moment, does there?" Michael
tells her, "Not from where I'm standing."
Gordon is standing with a guard in a visitor's room at the Bendala
Detention Centre. Beryl walks into the room and Gordon smiles,
"Hello." Beryl smiles, "Hello," back. She
goes to give Gordon a hug, but he pulls away quickly, saying,
"We're not allowed to touch, I'm afraid: it's a non-contact
visit." Beryl nods reluctantly. The two of them sit down
at the table in the middle of the room and Gordon goes on, "Everybody
sends their love; they're thinking of you." Beryl murmurs,
"I'm thinking of them too, believe me - especially Robert.
If I didn't have family and friends, I--" Gordon interrupts
and points out, "You have - so don't get too depressed
about it, eh?" Beryl murmurs, "No." She then asks
more brightly, "Any luck tracing the ring?" Gordon,
however, admits, "No - but neither Fiona, Susan nor I are
giving up on it." Beryl suggests, "It might be a good
idea to get some others to look around for it as well." Gordon,
however, explains, "We talked about that with Nick and we
all agreed that the fewer people who know, the better; we don't
want to warn whoever it is that we're onto them." Beryl sighs,
"I suppose not. As long as we do find out who owns it eventually;
that's the only hope I've got." Gordon insists,
"We'll find it, don't you worry." Beryl sits there and
rubs her bare right arm with her left hand. Gordon stares at Beryl's
left arm and asks, "What's that on your arm?"
Beryl looks down at a bruise and replies, "I must have bumped
it; I can't remember." Gordon says quietly, "If somebody's
coming-on with the rough treatment, then you make a complaint."
Beryl, looking at the guard in concern, mumbles, "Let's not
talk about it." Gordon asks in surprise, "Why not?"
Beryl retorts, "Because you don't understand about things
in here. You don't go running and making complaints every time--"
Gordon interrupts and mutters, "Every time somebody gets
rough with you?" Beryl just sighs, "Gordon,
it's hard enough coping in here as it is. Having you
visit makes it worthwhile. Please don't get talking about something
that's not important. You're here and that's all that matters."
Gordon stares at her and nods, sadly.
Sometime later, Gordon is talking on the public 'phone in the
hallway at the mansion, saying, "When I asked her what happened,
she said she didn't want to talk about it - but it's as plain
as day that somebody's been belting into her. I thought I might
put in a complaint myself." At the Woombai homestead, Pamela
frowns as she replies quickly, "No, no, whatever you do,
don't do that; that'll just get her into even more strife.
There's nothing you can do." Gordon insists, "I
can't let it continue. She is my wife; I can't just stand
by and see her hurt." Pamela pauses before saying, "Don't
worry; I'll handle it. I'll come back to Sydney and have a talk
to a couple of mates. They'll put a stop to it." She listens
before adding, "That's alright: I can come back here another
time." With that, she hangs up and stands there, looking
Craig and Debbie are hand-washing down a car together at the
carwash. Craig heads off to get them a drink, just as a car pulls
up. Debbie turns to look at the female driver and smiles, "Good
afternoon." As the woman climbs out of the car, Debbie goes
on, "Today's your lucky day." The woman asks, "Really?
Why's that?" Debbie explains, "All our female customers
get their cars washed for half-price today." The woman raises
her eyebrows and remarks, "Is that so? How interesting."
Craig is over at a soft-drinks cabinet, taking out a couple of
cans. He looks over at Debbie and the woman and a look of concern
crosses his face. The woman and Debbie are walking towards him,
the woman saying, "I don't blame you for making your protest,
Debbie, but what I don't understand is why it's necessary:
as far as I know, my husband's always had a policy of
equal pay for equal work. Debbie looks at the woman and says in
concern, "Your husband?" The woman looks over
towards a nearby office and calls, "Jack, have you got a
minute?" Debbie murmurs in concern, "Oh no, I think
I'm in trouble." The woman, however, insists, "Of course
you're not; don't be silly!" Jack emerges from the office
and asks, "What's the trouble?" The woman tells him,
"Young Debbie, here, says she doesn't get the same pay as
Craig. Is that right?" Jack, however, retorts, "No,
they both get the same." Debbie gasps, "That's not true."
Jack insists, "Of course it is." Looking at
the owner's wife, he adds, "The books are inside; you can
check them if you want, but you won't find anything wrong."
Craig growls, "I bet you won't." Jack goes
to head back into the office. As he does so, Debbie says, "Craig,
do you have last week's pay slip?" Jack says quickly, "You
don't need to worry what's on the slips - everyone gets different
deductions. It's what's written down in the books that counts."
Debbie takes out her last payslip from her bag and shows it to
the owner's wife, saying, "Here's my slip. There's
no deductions except tax. Look at the rate." Craig hands
over his payslip, adding as he does so, "Here's
mine." Debbie goes on, "I don't know what Jack's
been putting in his books, but he hasn't been paying us
the same amount on payday." The woman looks at the payslips
and then at Jack. She growls, "The rates are different.
Debbie's right." Jack glares at Craig and growls,
"You think you're clever, don't you? But I wouldn't get too
cocky: you'll be delivering pizza or washing cars for the rest
of your life, boyo, because that's all you're capable
of. Your girlfriend's not much better: she's a loser,
too, if I ever saw one." The owner's wife just says curtly,
"I think you and I had better go and have a chat in the office,
Jack." She smiles at Debbie, "I'll be back shortly.
Looks like we do owe you some money." A broad grin
crosses Debbie's face and she throws her arms round Craig as she
exclaims, "We got him! We won!" Craig doesn't look so
There's a knock on the door of Fiona's room at the mansion. Gordon
is in the room and he opens the door to find Alison standing there.
She steps inside, commenting sarcastically as she does so, "Contain
yourself - there's no need to look so thrilled to see me!"
Gordon explains, "I thought it might be Pamela." Alison
queries in surprise, "Pamela?" Gordon nods,
"Yes - I asked her to come down and help Beryl." Alison,
looking blank, says, "I must have missed something."
Gordon tells her, "Beryl's having a hard time in jail. Pamela
thinks she can... well, fix things. Anyway, what can I do for
you?" Alison replies, "I was after Fiona, actually."
Gordon retorts, "She isn't in. What's the problem? Maybe
I can help." Alison, however, tells him, "No,
no, it's alright - I was just going to talk about rents. As a
matter of fact, I was thinking of upping yours to $150 a week."
Gordon stares at her and gasps incredulously, "You're joking!"
Alison smiles, "Yes, that's right, I'm joking! I can't help
myself sometimes!" Gordon says coldly, "I'll tell Fiona
you called." Alison, however, insists, "It's alright;
I'll wait." She sits down. She then asks, "Is Pamela
coming back here?" Gordon replies, "She could
be - why?" Alison says quickly, "No reason." She
then pauses before saying, "If I asked you a serious question,
would you give me an honest answer?" Gordon retorts, "That
depends." Alison muses, "You don't like me
very much, do you?" Gordon replies sharply, "Is
that the question?" Alison mutters, "No, I just--"
She then growls, "Oh, forget it." Gordon comments, "Pamela
said you were up at Woombai. I don't know how you expect people
to believe that was a coincidence." Alison snaps,
"I wanted to get to know her better. What's wrong
with that? Is that a crime?" Gordon replies coolly, "No,
no, it isn't. It's just the way you went about it. The
trouble, Alison, has always been the way you go about
things: if there's an underhand way of achieving results, then
that's invariably the road you take. If you put your foot into
something, instead of slipping out of it gracefully you try and
prove to people that your foot should have been there in the first
place." Alison stares at him and exclaims, "Alright,
so I annoy people. I'm not perfect. But damn it, Gordon, you lived
with me for nearly twenty years. I must have some good
points, don't I?" Gordon just replies, "You wear nice
clothes." With that, he heads towards the door. He adds as
he does so, "I'm going to see how Susan is. If Pamela comes
in, tell her that I'm at Charlie's." He walks out, leaving
Alison looking annoyed.
Pamela is sitting with Beryl at the table in the visitor's room
at the Bendala Detention Centre. Beryl is commenting in surprise,
"It was all Gordon's idea?" Pamela nods, "Yeah
- he 'phoned; arranged for me to fly down straight away. You've
got a good husband there, Beryl; you're very lucky." Beryl
smiles, "I know!" She then adds, "I must admit,
I didn't expect to see you, but I'm glad you're here - things
have been a little rough lately." Pam replies quickly,
"Yeah, well, we'll see what we can do about that. I think
I've still got a bit of influence around here." She then
looks over at the guard standing by the door and says, "Dave,
can I speak to you for a minute? Alone." The guard looks
across at Beryl and tells her, "Wait outside." Beryl
heads out of the room and the guard closes the door. Pamela then
says to him, "Time to call in a favour." The guard mutters,
"Don't remember owing you any favours, Pam." Pamela,
however, retorts, "Come on. Remember the scams you've been
running in this place over the years? I hate to think of the number
of times I've saved your skin." The guard growls, "Which
you always did out of the goodness of your heart." Pam just
goes on, "Look, some of the girls are being a bit too rough
on Beryl. I want you to call them off." The guard crosses
his arms and retorts, "What's in it for me?"
Pamela sighs, "The knowledge that you're doing something
decent for mankind." The guard, however, retorts, "Sorry,
Pam - decency's not one of my strong points. If you want me to
do you a favour, I'll expect a bit more than a 'thankyou' note
in return." Pam demands, "Are you talking money?"
She then gasps, "I just got out of here. I'm flat
stick. How am I supposed to lay my hands on a couple of hundred?"
The guard just shrugs, "That's your problem, isn't
it? Or Beryl's, more to the point..." Pamela hesitates
before nodding, "I'll get it." The guard snarls, "Good.
Problem solved, then." Pamela stands there, looking worried.
A while later, Pamela heads into Fiona's room at the mansion.
Alison is standing by the public 'phone in the hallway and she
calls, "Gordon said you were back." Pamela
steps back out into the corridor and growls, "My God! I never
know where you're going to spring from next!" Alison
ignores this, going on, "He's over visiting Susan; he said
he'll see you when he gets home. In the meantime, I thought we
could have a chat." Pamela mutters, "Never give up,
do you?" Alison retorts, "No - not until you give me
a chance to set the record straight on that stupid book."
Pamela snaps, "Save it. I'm not interested. I'm not your
friend, I don't want to be your friend, I don't even
like you - and if you don't stop hanging around me like
a bad smell, I'm going to punch your head in." Alison stares
at her and retorts, "Fine. Fine, you do what you want - but
there's something you should know first. It might explain why
I've been 'hanging around like a bad smell', as you so delicately
put it." Pamela stares at Alison as she then announces, "You
happen to be my sister."
A few moments later, Pamela bursts out laughing! She chuckles,
"What have you been on?!" Alison insists, "It's
true. We're sisters. We have the same mother
and father." Pamela stares at her before retorting, "If
I'd been adopted, my folks would've told me." Alison
just shrugs, "Obviously they didn't." Pamela
snaps, "You're off your head. There's no way in the world
that we could be related." Alison insists, "It's
a shock, I know--" Pam interrupts and growls, "It's
not a shock; it's a straight-out lie." She goes
to head back into Fiona's room. Alison follows her, going on,
"No it's not. Why don't you ask your mother? Why don't we
fly to Albury and see what she has to say?" Pamela
stops in her tracks and turns to look at Alison again. She demands,
"How do you know I come from Albury?" Alison retorts,
"I've been reading up on our family history." Pamela
muses, "Either that or Fiona told you; I haven't
exactly kept it a secret. Anyway, I am not flying anywhere
with you; I don't even know why I'm standing here talking
to you." Alison suggests curtly, "Perhaps there's the
nasty possibility niggling away at the back of your mind that
I might be right." Pamela snarls, "The only
thing going through my mind is what I am going to do to you if
you don't get off my back." Alison smiles suddenly, "You're
scared!" Pamela snaps, "Of you? Get
real!" Alison challenges, "Then come with me. If what
I'm saying proves to be wrong, I promise I'll never bother you
again." Pamela snorts, "Oh, I've read all about your
promises: not worth a pinch of salt. Why should I believe you?"
Alison snaps, "Because I'm telling the truth. Do you honestly
think I'd put myself up as a prize idiot if I didn't think I could
prove what I was saying? I can - and all you have to
do is come with me to Albury." Pamela stands there, looking
worried. After several seconds, she says coolly, "Look, I
have hurt my folks badly enough, and I don't want to make it any
worse - so, if we get to Albury and I find out that you've been
lying, believe me, you will live to regret it."
Alison smiles, "I take it you'll come?" Pamela nods,
"Yeah. I'll come. By God, you better be telling the truth."
An elderly woman is sweeping up the leaves from the front lawn
of a house. A car pulls up suddenly in the road nearby and she
turns to look at the visitors. It's Pamela and Alison. They walk
up to the woman, who nods coolly, "Pamela." Pamela murmurs,
"Mamma. Last person I expected to see, I'll bet." The
woman retorts, "I had hoped you'd stay away.
You've caused enough embarrassment to this family; we
don't want any more." Pamela just sighs, "Yeah,
well, I won't be staying. Don't worry: the neighbours won't even
know I've scuffed the 'Welcome' mat." Pamela's mother then
looks at Alison and says, "Miss. Carr, isn't it?" Pamela
looks at Alison with a frown and gasps, "You two know
each other?" Pamela's mother tells her daughter, "Miss.
Carr's a social worker. She was writing a paper on how families
suffer when their children go to jail." Alison looks down
at the ground. Pamela bursts out laughing and exclaims at Alison,
"I've got to hand it to you: you're good!"
Alison looks at Pamela's mother and says, "Mrs. Morgan, there
are one or two questions we'd like to ask you." Mrs. Morgan
says sharply, "Whose idea's that? Pamela's,
I'll bet. You doing a story on her, now? How much are
you paying her? I bet there's money involved." Before
Alison can respond, Pamela says sharply, "I want to see dad
before we talk about anything." Mrs. Morgan retorts, "You
can't." Pamela snaps, "If I want to see my father, I
will; you're not going to stop me." Mrs. Morgan
just tells her coolly, "I don't have to. Your father's
dead. He died six weeks ago." A look of shock crosses
Debbie is sitting on the couch in the lounge room at Caroline's.
She counts out some cash and smiles, "$88 back-pay. Pretty
good, eh?!" Craig just murmurs distantly, "Yeah, great."
Debbie goes on enthusiastically, "Why don't we go and celebrate?
Dinner then a disco." Craig, however, murmurs, "Nah."
Debbie looks at him and sighs, "Do you want to tell me about
it? Something's bothering you." Craig tells her
reluctantly, "Jack was right: I'll be delivering
pizzas and washing cars for the rest of my life."
Debbie insists, "Of course you won't." Craig,
however, demands, "What else am I going to do? I
never finished school... you can't get a decent job nowadays unless
you have some sort of education. I'm going to end up on the scrapheap;
I can see that sticking out a mile." Debbie looks
at him in concern. She then says, "Go back to school."
Craig sighs, "I'm too old to be sitting in a room with a
bunch of 16-year-old kids, Deb." Debbie suggests, "Then
go to Tech, then; finish your secondary there: Adult
Education." Craig demands, "How do you expect me to
live while I do that?" Debbie points out, "I'll
be working." Craig gasps, "I'm not having my girlfriend
supporting me!" Debbie laughs, "Now you're
being sexist!" Craig insists, "Sexist or not, it's not
on." Debbie points out, "You can claim an allowance:
once you've been to work, they'll pay you to go back
to work, if you want." Craig asks in surprise, "Do they?"
Debbie nods, "Yeah. We'll both be bringing money
into the house." Looking thoughtful, Craig muses, "Mightn't
be a bad idea, I guess. At least I'd have something I'd be aiming
at; looking forward to." Debbie smiles, "I think it's
a great idea: my boyfriend, the student." Craig
smiles back, "My girlfriend, the breadwinner!" Debbie
grins, "We make a good team!" She then suggests again,
"Dinner and a disco?" Craig muses, "As long as
you're paying... I'm a poor, struggling student, remember?!"
Debbie beams, "Don't worry: we'll only go to places where
they take student concession!" With that, the two of them
start kissing passionately.
Pamela is standing staring at her mother's house. Mrs. Morgan
is standing nearby with Alison, saying quietly, "All I'm
asking, Miss. Carr, is that you respect the privacy of this family."
Alison insists, "I'm quite happy to do that; it's just that
this is something that has to be resolved." Mrs. Morgan,
however, murmurs, "I'm not prepared." Alison goes on,
"All I ask is that you tell her the whole story and we won't
ever bother you again." Pamela walks back over to them. Her
mother stares at her and then tells her sharply, "I'll say
this once, and then the subject is closed forever. You were born
in Melbourne. Your parents - your real parents - were
Joe and Mary Dunne. You had a twin sister, Patricia, another sister,
Margaret, and brother, Patrick. The family never had much money
and it was always a struggle to make ends meet. When the twins
came along, your mum and dad knew they'd never be able to afford,
feed and clothe four kids. One of the twins had to be adopted
out. Which one, they couldn't decide; they loved you both.
It was simply a question of economics: putting food on your plate
and a roof over your head. So they decided to toss a coin. Heads,
Patricia was adopted out, tails, you were. That's how you came
to live with us." Pamela turns and looks at Alison.
She then gasps in horror, "Toss of a coin?" and she
storms off, looking hurt. Alison follows her and says quickly,
"Pamela, I had no idea how we were separated, honestly. When
we get back to Sydney, I'll do anything I can to make it up to
you; whatever I can." Pamela, standing in front of Alison,
her back to her sister, cries, "My father's dead... my mother
can't stand the sight of me... and my real parents toss a coin
to have me adopted out. It's a bit much all in the one day, don't
you think? Just a bit much." With that, she marches back
over to the car, climbs into the driver's seat and drives off.
Alison closes her eyes, looking worried.
A short time later, Pamela is standing in a graveyard. She looks
down at a fresh gravestone, attached to which is a plaque with
an inscription etched on it: 'In Loving Memory of Alec James
Morgan. 1-8-1915 - 7-1-1987. At Peace.' Pamela bends down
by the grave, tears welling-up in her eyes.
At the Morgan house, Mrs. Morgan asks Alison, "Do you want
me to call you a taxi?" Alison, however, tells her, "No
thanks. I think I'll walk back into town - at least part
of the way." She then goes on more sharply, "You know,
I do think you could've been a little more sensitive
with her." Mrs. Morgan just retorts, "She wanted to
know. So did you. Now you do." Alison shakes her head and
sighs, "She's going to hate you for this; she really
is. Unfortunately, she's going to hate me, too."
Mrs. Morgan asks in surprise, "Why? What have you
got to do with it? It's none of your business."
Alison, however, explains, "Oh, it is, you see.
I'm the other twin: Pamela's sister." Mrs. Morgan exclaims
in surprise, "But you don't look anything like Pamela."
Alison just replies, "I did once." She then
sighs, "She's going to resent me for this. The luck of the
draw: she ends up with nothing and everything I
ever wanted was handed to me on a silver platter. Life's not fair
when you think about it. You should never let anyone tell us it
Pamela is still bending down by her father's grave. She says
quietly and sadly, "You're the only one who ever cared, dad;
the only one. Trouble is, it wasn't enough. But you did
your best." Her expression perking up suddenly, she then
goes on coldly, "Now it's my turn. I've got a brand
new sister who wants to make everything up to me. She don't know
the half of it: I'm going to take the lot..."
Alison is walking briskly along a country road when Pamela pulls
up next to her in the car. She climbs out and says, "I'm
sorry I took off like that; it just all got too much for me for
a minute." Alison smiles reassuringly, "I understand."
Pamela adds, "It's not every day you find out you've
got a twin sister." Alison points out, "At least now
you understand why I was hanging around like a bad smell."
Pamela tells her, "Sorry about that!" She then goes
on, "That clean slate you were talking about - the one I
was going to crack over your head! - do you think we could give
it another try?" Alison nods, "I'd like that."
She then suggests gently, "Come on - let's go home."
She heads over to the car, leaving Pamela standing there, a devious
expression on her face...