Craig and Debbie are standing outside a bookshop in Melbourne,
looking at a pile of academic texts that are on sale on a table
by the window. Craig sighs, "If all my books cost
this much, I'll be up for a small fortune." Debbie looks
round at the door to the shop. A young, bespectacled woman is
just emerging and Debbie exclaims, "Hey! There's Michelle!"
Craig asks in surprise, "Michelle who?" Debbie just
runs over to Michelle and says to her eagerly, "Michelle!
I tried to 'phone you at the hostel; they said you'd left."
Michelle, who's clutching a pile of books, explains, "I'm
living in a flat now. Mum and dad are paying - they want me to
do the HSC." Debbie tells her, "That's what Craig's
doing!" Craig chips in, "That's me - the guy
she's ignoring!" Michelle tells him, "I'm Michelle White."
She holds out her hand. Craig ignores it, though, and tells Debbie,
"I'm just going to have a look." He heads into the bookshop.
Debbie then tells Michelle, "We must stay in touch. I'll
give you my address." As she takes out a piece of paper from
her bag, she adds, "It's at a friend's house - we're staying
there 'til we can afford to get married." Michelle gasps
excitedly, "You didn't tell me you were engaged! Congratulations!"
She gives Debbie a hug. Debbie then asks, "You like my ring?"
She shows her engagement ring to Michelle, who exclaims, "It's
gorgeous!" She then hands over the piece of paper with her
address on it and adds, "I'll see you soon, OK?" She
heads off into the bookshop. Michelle stands there and sighs heavily.
In the bookshop, Debbie mutters at Craig, "You could've made
a bit more of an effort." Craig retorts, "She's your
friend." Debbie snaps, "And she's got a huge inferiority
complex." Craig asks, "Why?" Debbie explains, "When
she was in her teens she used to have braces on her teeth. The
kids at school used to tease her rotten. The class wit called
her 'Mousetrap'." She then adds, "If you ever let on
to Michelle that you know that..." Craig looks at her and
shrugs, "Michelle who?" Debbie tuts at him!
Caroline is sitting at the table in the lounge room at her house,
staring at the typewriter set up in front of her. She stands up
and starts pacing the floor. Doug comes in suddenly and asks,
"How's it going?" Caroline retorts, "It's not.
I just can't seem to get it started." Doug suggests, "Just
write down the first thing that comes into your head." Caroline
mutters, "The only thing I can think of is 'The quick brown
fox jumps over the lazy dog'!" Doug muses, "I can't
see that selling a million. Caroline, however, sitting
down on the couch, sighs, "It has - in 'How to Type'
manuals." She then groans, "It's no good, Doug - I just
can't do it." She stands up again. Doug exclaims, "Garbage!
You've written one bestseller, you can do it again."
Caroline points out, "I didn't have to think up the story
the first time - and it had great characters: you hated Pamela,
but nevertheless you felt sorry for her. That's why they want
a sequel: the readers want to know what happens to her after she
loses her kids." Doug tells her, "Then that's your story:
dream up something that could've happened - only stay
away from the truth." Caroline shrugs, "Alright. Let's
see: how about she goes to start a new life--" Doug, however,
picks up a pad from the couch and says, "Don't tell me;
just get it down, OK?" Caroline smiles at him.
Pamela wanders into the lounge room at Charlie's and says, "I'm
ready." Charlie, who's sitting on the couch with Isabella,
looks at her outfit and says, "I thought you were going to
get changed. You can't go to Chez Jules like that; it's
trés, trés chic. I wouldn't want you to feel out
of place." Pamela mutters, "Very considerate of you."
Charlie presses, "Go on, darling: put on one of those little
numbers that Alison bought you this morning - but don't take too
long: we don't want to be here when Nick arrives!" Pamela,
sitting down on the couch, sighs, "I really don't feel like
getting changed, Charlie. Mind if we take a raincheck?" Charlie
tells her, "Alison's the one who'll mind: two's
company--" Pamela interrupts and says with a wave of her
hand, "Oh, Alison's not serious about Nick; not really. She
won't mind if I stay." Charlie cries, "Don't be a spoilsport."
Pamela just retorts curtly, "I'm staying home, OK?"
Charlie demands, "Why are you being so stubborn? Unless you
fancy Nick yourself..." Pamela growls, "I'm
not after a man, Charlie." Charlie points out, "Ten
years is a long time without one." Pamela retorts, "You
should know." Charlie gasps in shock. Pamela stands up and
says, "Sorry - didn't mean that." Charlie just glares
at her and growls, "Didn't you?" She then goes to head
out of the room. Alison comes in at that moment and Charlie tells
her, "Pamela has decided to stay home and play gooseberry."
She leaves the room. Pamela tells Alison quickly, "I don't
believe the way that woman's mind works: she's already
got you and Nick married!" Alison muses, "Charlie
always was a romantic!" Pamela comments, "Bit
of a snob, too, if you ask me - I got the feeling that she wasn't
too keen on introducing me to her friends. That's why I dipped
out of lunch. You don't mind if I stay, do you?" Alison smiles,
"Of course not. I'll set another place." She heads off
to fetch more cutlery, leaving Pamela standing in the lounge room
looking pleased with herself...
A while later, Charlie has turned up at the mansion. She heads
into Fiona's room, where Janice is sitting at the desk, writing.
Janice tells her, "Fiona's out - she's taken Robert
to playschool." Charlie sighs, "Oh dear. I just wanted
her advice." Janice asks, "On what?" Charlie replies,
"It's a very delicate matter." Janice assures her, "Confidentiality
is the first thing you learn when you become a welfare worker."
Charlie remarks, "It would be more use if they taught you
how to recognise a troublemaker." Janice replies,
"You have to have instinct for that." Charlie
declares, "My instinct tells me Pamela is trouble."
Janice retorts, "Then your instinct's wrong. Pamela
is as genuine as they come. If it wasn't for her, Beryl would
still be copping it." Charlie asks, "Copping what?"
Janice explains, "The other prisoners were belting her up.
Pamela had to pay the warder to protect her." Charlie gasps,
"She didn't!" Janice goes on, "Shocking, isn't
it? The warder should be sacked - but then he wouldn't
be around to protect Beryl, would he?" Looking thoughtful,
Charlie says, "Tell me, darling: where did Pamela get the
money to pay this warder?" Janice replies, "I
heard her tell Fiona that she'd sold something."
Charlie protests, "But Pamela doesn't have anything valuable
to--" She then breaks off as something occurs to her. She
murmurs, "Unless... Oh, she wouldn't..." Janice says,
"Wouldn't what?" Charlie explains, "Alison lent
her a very valuable bracelet. She said she lost
it, but it sounds to me as if she was lying.
I bet she sold it to raise the protection money." Janice
warns curtly, "That is a very serious accusation to make
without any proof." Charlie shrugs, "She was in jail
for stealing from her employers; why wouldn't she steal from Alison?"
Janice retorts, "Because she's a reformed character."
Charlie just murmurs, "Maybe..."
Pamela is standing in the lounge room at Charlie's, looking in
the mirror. She's wearing one of her new dresses. She asks Alison,
who's standing behind her, "How do I look? Not too much make-up?"
Alison replies, "No, no... it's just that I used to have
a dress like that before I went to South America. It's like looking
at a mirror image; it spooked me for a moment."
Pamela turns to her and asks, "Do you ever regret
having plastic surgery?" Alison nods, "At first I did;
I felt like I was always looking at a stranger. Eventually, I
stopped thinking about it." Pamela comments, "Until
now." There's suddenly a knock on the front door. Alison
smiles, "At least Nick won't have any trouble figuring out
which twin he's dating." Pamela mutters coldly, "No..."
Alison heads out to the hallway and opens the door. She smiles
at Nick, "Hello. I hope you like spicy food." Nick grins,
"I'm ready for a bit of spice in anything!"
Alison tells him, "I'm afraid you're going to have to settle
for satay prawns - it's Pamela's favourite dish." Nick comments,
"I was hoping it would just be the two of us."
Alison tells him quietly, "Later." Nick smiles, "Is
that a promise?!" Alison heads into the lounge room. Nick
closes the front door and follows her. He then tells her, "I
was going to bring some flowers, but then I had a better
idea." He hands over another giftwrapped present. Alison
smiles, "You're spoiling me." Nick tells her, "It's
been my one mission in life to find a beautiful blonde that I
can spoil." Alison opens the gift to reveal a pair of earrings.
She gasps, "They're lovely!" Pamela walks in at that
moment and says, "Hello, Nick. Nice to see you again."
Nick replies, "Same here. I'm glad you could join us for
lunch." Pamela then indicates the gift and asks, "More
presents?" Alison nods, "Earrings to go with the bracelet."
Nick asks, "Are you going to show me how it all hangs together?"
Alison, however, tells him quickly, "I'd love to, but Charlie's
got the bracelet; she's been breaking her neck to borrow it ever
since she laid her eyes on it." Nick smiles, "The lady
has taste." He smiles at Alison and then at Pamela. Pamela
smiles back at him.
Michael is lying in bed in his room at the mansion. Charlie is
sitting on the edge of the bed, saying, "It was a gorgeous
bracelet - chunky gold with diamonds around a medallion--"
Michael interrupts and says wearily, "If Pamela sold
it, Fiona didn't mention it to me. Do you mind if I get
back to sleep now?" Charlie smiles, "Of course not,
darling - I'm sorry I woke you up." As she stands up and
heads out of the room, she calls back, "Don't mention it
to Nick, will you? Alison doesn't want him to know it's gone."
Looking suddenly surprised, Michael calls, "What's Nick
got to do with it?" Charlie pokes her head back in and says,
"He gave it to her, silly! Wasn't that generous
of him?!" Michael murmurs in annoyance, "Nothing's too
good for his women, but when it comes to his family...
One of these days, he'll get his."
Pamela is sitting on the couch in the lounge room at Charlie's.
Nick is standing with Alison by the drinks cabinet as she dishes
up some canapés. She says, "Tell me, Nick: what made
you become a psychiatrist?" Nick smiles, "It was either
that or be a stand-up comic!" He then goes on more seriously,
"It's always interested me what makes people tick."
Pamela stands up from the couch and pours her drink into the plant
pot by the french windows. Neither Nick nor Alison notice; Nick
just carries on, "Exploring the subconscious is exciting
- it's like heading into uncharted water: you can never predict
what a person will do next." Pamela walks over to the two
of them with her empty glass and says in a slurred voice, "Anyone
for a refill?" Nick says quickly, "No thanks."
He then murmurs to Alison, "I think Pamela's had enough."
Alison replies, "I think I might just organise some coffee."
She then picks up a bottle of red wine and refills Pamela's glass.
Pamela turns to Nick and slurs, "Do anything for
me, she would: bought me a whole new wardrobe... even let me wear
that bracelet you gave her." Alison turns to look
at her, sharply. Pamela goes on drunkenly, "Yes, she's the
best sister anyone could have." Looking back at Alison, she
slurs, "I'm sorry I lost your bracelet." Nick
walks back over to Alison and asks quietly, "Why didn't you
tell me? Did you think I'd hold my breath 'til I'm blue
in the face?!" Alison nods, "Yes. Something like that."
Nick smiles, "You've got a lot to learn about me." He
then goes on, "So, school's in tomorrow night, my place."
Alison replies, "I'll try and be a good pupil!" With
that, she heads off to the kitchen. Pamela goes to follow her,
slurring, "I must get some air." Nick, however, grabs
her arms and says, "I think you should sit down." He
helps Pamela onto the couch, where she slurs, "You think
I'm past it, don't you?" Nick, sitting
down next to her, assures her, "Just a bit merry, that's
all." Pamela slurs, "It's really hard not to go over
the top when you've gone without for so long." Nick insists,
"I understand." Pamela, moving closer to him, tells
him, "I knew you would. First time I saw you, I
knew we'd click." Nick replies quickly, "I felt the
same about Alison." Pamela's face drops. She stands
up and snaps, "I'm going to my room." Alison is just
coming back in with a tray and she points out, "You haven't
had your coffee." Pamela growls, "I don't want to stay
where I'm not wanted." Nick looks at Alison and explains,
"She tried to chat me up. I just told her I wasn't interested."
Pamela cries, "That's a lie! He just doesn't like rubbing
shoulders with ex-cons and he wasted no time in telling
me, either." Alison demands of Nick, "Is that true?"
Nick stands up and retorts sharply, "That's not quite
what I said." Alison says to him curtly, "Nick, I think
you should leave." Nick protests, "I'm telling you the
truth." Alison snaps, "Please, just go."
Nick sighs, "OK - if that's what you want." He heads
out. Pamela looks at Alison. Alison stands there, looking annoyed.
A while later, Pamela is sitting on the couch as Alison stands
staring out through the french windows. Pamela comments suddenly,
"It's not working, is it, us living together? I should move
out." Alison tells her reassuringly, "Nothing that happened
was your fault." Pamela, however, points out, "If I
hadn't been here, you wouldn't have lost Nick." Alison insists,
"I don't care about Nick." Pamela, however,
says, "Who do you think you're kidding?" Alison sighs,
"Am I that transparent?" Pamela tells her, "You
know what they say about twins: when one gets hurt, the other
bleeds." Alison explains, "That's why I couldn't bear
it if you left." She goes and sits down before continuing,
"I need someone in my life I can feel close to -
so more talk about leaving. Alright?" Pamela smiles at her
and nods, "OK."
Craig is walking with Michelle down the front path at Beryl's.
He tells her, "Sorry Deb wasn't here. You can walk into Hayden
Street with me, if you like - I'm going to meet her at two."
Michelle, however, replies, "It's alright - just give her
the engagement present." They reach the front gate and Craig
opens it. As she walks out onto the footpath, Michelle brushes
her hair against the big bush by the gate. She starts running
her fingers through her hair quickly, explaining, "Spiders."
Craig asks, "You scared of them?" Michelle
nods, "I hate them. Spiders and mice - I can't stand
either of them." Craig laughs, "You can always
set a mousetrap!" Michelle stops in her tracks and stares
at him. Craig stands there, laughing. He giggles, "Mice...
mousetrap... all you need is cheese!" Michelle,
going and climbing into her open-topped car, mutters, "People
used to think that was funny at school, too." Craig
insists quickly, "I'm not having a go at you." Michelle
growls, "Just say hello to Debbie for me." With that,
she starts her car's engine and roars off.
A short time later, Debbie unwraps the gift from Michelle. She
smiles, "Look, she's given us a cookbook!" She and Craig
are walking along a street. Craig smiles, "Does this mean
we get a break from hamburgers!" Debbie warns quickly, "You
could get a thick ear, if you're not careful!" She starts
looking through the book and then says, "Wow! We have to
try some of these - and we must ask Michelle round to
dinner, OK?" Craig says warily, "I don't think she'll
come." Debbie looks at him and he adds, "It's all your
fault: you shouldn't have told me her nickname." Debbie sighs,
"You didn't let onto her that you knew?" Craig
just shrugs. Debbie snaps, "Why is it that you have got such
a big mouth?" Craig insists, "I said I was sorry; what
else can I do?" Debbie tells him, "She'll never
pass her HSC without some coaching..." Craig mutters, "Forget
it." Debbie, however, goes on eagerly, "If you coached
her, she'll lend you her books, and that'll save you heaps of
money." Craig stops walking. He then sighs, "Talk about
the devil and the deep blue sea!"
Caroline is sitting at the typewriter in her lounge room, looking
pleased with herself. Doug walks in and announces, "I've
got to get going - I'm seeing Bob Baxter, to clinch the deal."
He gives Caroline a kiss. Caroline says quickly, "Can I try
out my story on you, first?" Doug nods, "Go for it."
Caroline tells him, "It's what happens when Pamela starts
her new life: she meets this young boy who tells her that his
mother gave him away to a friend just after he was born; and then
it goes on to be the boy's story of his search for his real mother."
Doug says, "Great. There won't be a dry eye on the house."
He goes to head out. Caroline stands up and adds quickly, "The
twist is that his mother has got a double, and they're like chalk
and cheese - his real mum is below-stairs, but the other double
is everything that a mother should be." Doug, his
face dropping, tells her, "I'm sorry to have to stop you,
but er--" Caroline interrupts and sighs, "I know: you've
got to go." Doug, however, says, "No - that
has to go, too. Darling, that's Craig's story."
A look of horror crosses Caroline's face and she gasps, "I
don't believe it! How stupid could I be?" Doug insists, "You're
trying too hard. Just give it away for a while."
Caroline snaps, "My publisher has put an advance into our
account today; he's going to want to see something for
his money soon." Doug assures her, "You'll get it done.
Just relax; have some fun." Caroline, however, retorts, "Fat
chance. I've got a book-signing session this afternoon at the
Chapell Street shop again." Doug suggests, "Why don't
I meet you there and we'll go for a drink? Maybe catch a movie."
Caroline, however, tells him, "No movies - I'd probably pinch
Pamela picks up a copy of My Sister My Love from the
drinks cabinet in the lounge room at Charlie's. She remarks to
Alison, "I wouldn't have thought you'd have bought a copy
of this." Alison explains, "It's Charlie's.
I keep it on show to let the world know it doesn't bother me."
Pamela tells her, "Good for you!" The two of them sit
down, Pamela still clutching the book. Alison then remarks, "It's
funny, isn't it, how your life turns out? When I was growing up,
all I wanted was to marry a man like my father and have exactly
the kind of life my parents had." Pamela remarks, "I
thought they were poor." Alison nods, "Yes - as church
mice. But I didn't realise it. I had birthday parties...
pretty dresses... My mother used to stay up 'til all hours of
the night, sewing. I took it all for granted." Pamela mutters,
"You wouldn't catch my mother doing that."
Alison asks, "Why did she give you such a hard time?"
Pamela hesitates before replying, "Dad was the one
that wanted a kid, not her - and for once, he stuck to his guns;
but then she never lost an opportunity to get back at
the pair of us." She's flicking through My Sister My
Love, and she suddenly comes across a photograph of a woman
that's stuck between two of the pages. She asks in surprise, "Is
this my real mother?" Alison looks across at the
photo and replies, "No, it's a rich aunt. She used to play
Lady Bountiful from time-to-time: she gave mum and dad a movie
camera just after we were born. It was their most prized possession;
it used to be trotted out on every important occasion. I've still
got the film in the garage; if you'd like to have a look at it--"
Pamela interrupts quickly and says, "No. Home moves bore
me." Alison shrugs, "I don't blame you. I suppose you
had to be there to enjoy a trip down memory lane." With that,
she adds, "I'll try not to be too long at the meeting,"
and she heads out. Pamela calls after her, "Take your time
- I'll enjoy myself." She turns back to the photo of the
A short time later, a projector is set up in the lounge room.
Pamela is fitting a roll of film. Charlie walks in, calling, "Come
to mummy, Isabella. Where are you, darling?" She picks up
her dog before turning to Pamela and saying curtly, "I've
got a bone to pick with you: did you sell Nick's
bracelet?" Pamela turns and gives her a cold look. Charlie
comments darkly, "I knew I was right." Pamela
stands up and says tersely, "You're wrong. I told you: I
lost it." Charlie retorts, "I don't believe you."
Pamela warns, "Don't call me a liar, Charlie." Charlie
asks, "You want me to prove it?" Pamela retorts, "You've
got Buckley's" Charlie just muses, "We'll see."
Pamela says, "I'm warning you, Charlie: stop stirring."
Charlie snaps, "You can't intimidate me." Pamela shrugs,
"Then consider it a friendly warning: if you value
your friendship with Alison, back off." Charlie says through
gritted teeth, "If it ever came to a choice, darling, you'd
be the one to go." Pamela challenges, "Want to put money
on that?" Charlie just retorts, "I don't bet with thieves."
With that, she turns and walks out.
Caroline walks out of the lounge room at her house and heads
into the kitchen, snapping as she does so, "Why shouldn't
I be angry? It was my money." Doug retorts, "Whatever
happened to 'ours'? I thought marriage was all about
sharing." Caroline growls, "That means sharing decisions,
too." Doug points out, "You told me you were all for
the deal." Caroline snaps, "That's before I knew it
was going to wipe us out financially." Doug insists, "Only
for the time being. We'll be back in the money when the next progress
payments come in on the sequel." Caroline cries, "What
if I can't come up with a sequel? What if they want their
advance back?" Doug pauses before replying, "Then I'll
rob a bank, OK?!" Caroline, looking upset, cries, "You
just will not take this seriously, will you?" Doug insists,
"We'll be alright. Stop giving me a hard time. Tell me that
you still love me." After a few seconds, Caroline's face
creases into a smile. She asks, "Why is it I just can't stay
angry with you for long?!" Doug tells her, "Some of
us are just born loveable!" They start kissing passionately!
Doug then pulls away and heads for the front door. Caroline asks
in surprise, "Where are you going?" Doug replies, "I'm
going down the bottle shop to get some bubbly - and I'll make
sure it's French, too. I told you we'd celebrate; I'm
a man of my word." He heads out. Caroline calls after him
in exasperation, "You're going to end up by making us completely
bankrupt if you're not careful." The front door
bangs shut. Caroline stands there, a thoughtful look crossing
her face suddenly. She heads over to the telephone and dials a
number. When the call is answered, she says, "Hello. Jack?
It's Caroline. I'm sorry to get you at home, but I thought I'd
let you know that I'm going back to my original concept: the two
families linked by the twins... Yes, I thought you'd
be pleased; I wouldn't want to have to give that advance back,
would I?... Alright. Bye." She hangs up. She then murmurs
to herself, "And if Doug doesn't like it... well, I'm just
going to have to worry about that tomorrow."
Pamela has set up a screen in the lounge room at Charlie's. She's
sitting watching the film that she found in the garage. It shows
a man and a woman each holding a baby. They go to head into a
house, but pause on the step and wave to the camera. They then
head into the house and close the door. Pamela sits on the couch,
looking upset. The film cuts to a shot of a birthday cake. The
man and the woman appear again, but this time with just one child,
aged about a year old. They're fussing over her. Tears well-up
in Pamela 's eyes. The film moves on again. The child is now aged
about two. The man and the women continue to fuss over her. Pamela
sits there, staring at the screen. She watches as the woman helps
the child take its first steps and toddle over to her father.
Pamela breaks down suddenly...