A while later, the Judge is saying in courtroom 2, "Members
of the jury, have you reached a verdict?" The foreman replies,
"We have, Your Honour." Gordon looks down grimly at
the floor as the Judge continues, "How do you find the accused:
guilty or not guilty?" The foreman declares, "Guilty."
Beryl just stands there, her face not showing any emotion. Wayne
looks at her. Fiona puts her hand on Gordon's shoulder, comfortingly.
Susan cries out suddenly, in a distraught tone, "No! No!
It's wrong. She didn't do it! Can't they see it's wrong? Mum!
Please! Tell them the truth! Mum! Tell them!" Fiona
puts her hands round Susan and suggests calmly, "Let's go
outside." She helps Susan up and out into the corridor. Susan
is in floods of tears, and Fiona sympathises, "Come on...
There's a good girl." Wayne emerges from the courtroom suddenly
and says in a quiet voice, "Susie..." Susan just turns
and glares at him. She snarls, "Get away! It's you
who should be in there. You're the one who should be
on trial. Everything you've done and you're free; you can just
walk out of here. It's insane. Of all the people in that
room, you're the one that should be locked up. You're
the one who lies. You're the one who kills. I hate
you." She lunges suddenly at Wayne and starts trying
to hit him. Fiona grabs her. Michael runs over suddenly, to help.
Fiona says quickly, "Susie, come on, darling. Just forget
about it; ignore him." She then turns to Wayne and suggests
curtly, "You'd better go." Wayne walks off. Susan tries
to lunge for him again as he passes her. She then falls into Michael's
arms. Fiona asks him, "Would you see her home? Just settle
her down a bit." Michael leads Susan away. Fiona returns
to the door of the courtroom, through which Gordon is just emerging,
looking dumbstruck. Fiona tells her, "Michael has just taken
her home." She then asks gently, "Has anything been
set?" Gordon murmurs in shock, "Fifteen years. Non-parole
period, eleven." Looking astonished, Fiona mouths, "Oh
dear God." Beryl is led out of the courtroom at that moment,
escorted by two guards. She looks at Gordon and then says to the
guards, "May I speak with my husband?" The guards let
her go. Gordon puts his arms around her and murmurs, "Why?"
Beryl just replies quietly, "I had to." Gordon repeats
in surprise, "Why?" Beryl tells him, "I
didn't have any choice." She then adds, "You will look
after Robert for me, won't you?" Gordon nods, "Yes,
of course I will." Beryl goes on, "Tell him... just
tell him I didn't have any choice. Tell him I love him... he's
got to grow up knowing I love him." Gordon assures her, "He
will." Beryl then tells Gordon and Fiona softly, "I
love both of you, too." With that, the guards say
curtly, "OK, let's go." As they lead Beryl off, Gordon
calls, "I haven't given up." Beryl just retorts, "You
have to." Gordon stares at her in shock.
Michael is escorting Susan into Fiona's room at the mansion.
He asks, "Would you like some tea? Water? Sometime to eat?"
Susan, however, still in tears, sobs, "I couldn't eat. Why
did she do it? Why?" Michael helps her
onto the couch and tells her, "You've got to try and relax.
Deep breaths." He then hands her a couple of tablets and
says, "Take these." Susan asks, "What are they?"
Michael explains, "Sedatives. They're not too strong. You've
got a knot in your tummy, haven't you, and you can't stop shaking?
These'll help you settle down." Susan takes the tablets and
gradually begins to calm down. Michael soothes, "You feel
better already, don't you?" Susan sighs heavily.
Wayne is sitting on the couch in the lounge room at Dural when
the front door bangs. He calls, "That you, Andy?" Andy
calls back, "Yeah." He walks into the room and asks,
"Heard the sentence?" Wayne shakes his head. Andy tells
him, "Fifteen years." A look of shock crosses Wayne's
face. Andy goes on, "I think I'll move out this afternoon.
No hard feelings, but there's no point in staying on, is there?
Anyway, I reckon it's about time I started looking after myself."
Wayne just sits there and nods his head slowly. Andy sighs, "You
are a hard man to please. You've been gunning for her for months,
then, when you finally see her put away, you look depressed.
I thought you'd be on cloud nine." Wayne just asks, "Why
do you reckon she said she was guilty? Do you believe
her?" Andy pauses before replying, "It's crazy to say
you're guilty if you're not - isn't it?" Wayne presses,
"Even though you were convinced she couldn't have done it?"
Andy shrugs, "I suppose she wasn't herself at the time. All
the stress... depression... It does do funny things to people."
He then asks, "Why do you think she said she was
guilty?" Wayne, staring into space, murmurs, "I have
a fair idea." Andy asks, "Care to tell me?" Wayne,
however, replies, "No, not yet. Figure it out for yourself.
Anyway, thanks for your help. I'll see you when I see you."
With that, Andy heads back out to the hallway. Wayne sits back
on the couch, left all alone.
Susan is lying back on the couch in Fiona's room at the mansion,
looking dozy. Michael is crouching next to her. Fiona - who's
standing with Gordon - asks, "How is she?" Michael tells
her, "Fine. She's sedated at the moment." He then stands
up and asks, "Was it close - the outcome?" Fiona looks
away. Gordon tells Michael, "She confessed." Michael
gasps, "To doing it? Why?" Gordon
sighs, "That is the $64 question." Fiona adds, "She
won't tell us." Michael comments, "So she did do it
after all..." Gordon, however, snaps, "Don't be stupid.
Of course she didn't." He turns away. Fiona says
to Michael, "For some reason, she said she had - but that
is unbelievable; I mean, Beryl wouldn't shoot anybody." Michael
asks, "Can you lodge an appeal?" Gordon tells him, "I'm
going to try. I'm seeing her attorney this afternoon."
Fiona points out, "That's not going to do any good unless
Beryl un-confesses." Gordon retorts, "I realise
that. I'm seeing her this afternoon as well. She has
to tell me what's going on. I don't know what she's covering up,
but nothing is worth fifteen years in prison."
Beryl is wandering along the verandah outside the main building
of Bendala Detention Centre. Two other prisoners walk up to her,
suddenly, and one taunts, "Hello, Beryl. Fancy seeing you
back here again." Another prisoner joins them. Beryl glances
around. The first prisoner adds curtly, "If you're looking
for Daphne, she's in her cell. She's been finding it tough to
keep the same 'control' Pam used to. In fact, she hasn't been
too successful at all, really: girls like me have been
having a field-day; you know: settling old scores... squaring
debts..." She then continues nastily, "I've been chatting
to some of the screws here, and the word is, Beryl, you pleaded
guilty today. Now, some think you are and that you had
to get it out of your system. Others think you're not and that
you're protecting someone. Either way, it was pretty stupid."
Beryl stares at her and then asks, "What have I ever done
to hurt you?" The prisoner retorts, "Acted
like we're criminals and you're not. We're in here together,
sweet-lips, and it's no convent - which you'll soon find out..."
Debbie is standing with Craig in the lounge room at Beryl's.
She has the 'phone to her ear. Looking shocked, she murmurs, "That's
terrible... I don't know what else I can say.
Is there anything that we can do?" From Fiona's room at the
mansion, Gordon replies, "No. No, thankyou - although, come
to think of it, if you could stay in the house; caretake for a
few weeks, until I work out what I'm doing..." Debbie assures
him, "Yeah, yeah, sure, no worries." She then listens
before nodding, "I will - and please, give our love to Beryl,
OK?... Bye." With that, she hangs up. She turns to Craig
and sighs, "What do you say?" They head into
the kitchen, where Craig sits down at the table. He comments quietly,
"She's been like a second mum to me." Debbie puts her
hand on his shoulder as he then explodes, "Can't they see
it's not the sort of thing she'd do? It makes you want
to--" He breaks off, lost for words. He then mutters, "What
the hell. I'm sorry." Debbie suggests, "Maybe we could
send her something? Some perfume or soap or something.
I don't know how much use it would be... but at least she'd know
that we're thinking of her."
A while later, Debbie and Craig are walking along a busy street
in Melbourne. Debbie says to Craig suddenly, "Hey, do you
still need textbooks?" Craig nods, "One or two."
Debbie indicates a shop they're passing and says, "Why don't
you try in here?" Before they can move, though,
they hear a sudden yell of, "Debbie!" They look round
to see Michelle running across the road towards them. She joins
them and smiles, "Hi! How are you both?" Debbie smiles,
"Fine! Fine!" Craig adds with a slight tone of embarrassment,
"Hi, Michelle." Michelle just looks at him. She then
says, "Looking for books, are you?" Debbie nods, "Yeah.
Craig hasn't got all his, yet." Michelle looks at Craig and
asks, "Which ones are you missing?" Craig tells her,
"Maths." Michelle says quickly, "You can have a
loan of mine, if you like. I'll use them by
day and you can take them by night. It'll save you money."
Craig smiles, "No, it's alright." Michelle insists,
"I don't mind." Craig checks, "You sure?
I don't want to be a bludger; you paid for them. It doesn't seem
fair, somehow." Michelle assures him, "We'll work something
out." Looking at Craig, Debbie chips in quickly, "You
could help her with her homework." Craig stares at her, looking
horrified. Debbie carries on, "Michelle's got the books,
you've got the flair for maths, so you share the books and you
both get through. How does that sound?" Michelle smiles,
"Sounds great to me!" Debbie checks, "Craig?"
Craig, sounding less than convinced, murmurs, "Yeah. Great."
He then suggests to Debbie, "We'd better get a move on -
busy day and all that." Michelle takes the hint and says,
"I'll see you later. Bye." She walks off, leaving Craig
to mutter to Debbie, "Thanks a lot." Debbie sighs, "She's
a nice girl." Craig retorts, "Boring."
Debbie comments, "Alright, maybe she's a little shy and hard
to get to know, but at least she's honest. I want to
be friends; you're going to be one too. Got it?"
Craig sighs, "Loud and clear."
Susan is stirring on the couch in Fiona's room at the mansion
as Fiona comments to Michael, "Hit her hard, didn't it?"
The two of them are sitting at the table. Michael replies, "There'd
be something wrong if she wasn't upset." Fiona,
however, explains, "There's more to it than that, though:
her first husband was also accused of murder; did you
know that? Must have been five years ago, now. Susan saw him every
week for... three years, I suppose. Then Bill asked for a divorce.
He died in prison last year." Michael asks, "Accident?"
Fiona nods, "'Officially'. So prison means much more to Susie
than the average person. It was all part of a living
nightmare for her for those long three years. She knows what it's
like in there; what it's all about; how it changes people. And
now her own mother has to face up to it and there's absolutely
nothing she can do." Susan, lying on the couch, now with
her eyes open, listens as Fiona carries on, "She's much closer
to it than you and I, Michael. That's why she's so distraught."
Gordon is standing with Beryl on the verandah outside the main
building at the Bendala Detention Centre. He's telling her, "The
jury, of course, had no choice, but I, for one, didn't believe
you for a moment, and neither did Fiona or anybody else
who's ever known you." A guard is standing a short distance
away. Beryl looks at her. Gordon, however, says, "It's alright,
she's not listening." He then goes on urgently, "Beryl,
I have to know. I'm seeing the barrister this afternoon; we can
hardly lodge an appeal unless we know what is happening."
Beryl snaps at him, "I told you not to go ahead with that."
Gordon, however, retorts, "I love you. I'm married
to you. You can't expect me to take this lying down." Beryl
insists, "You have to." Gordon pleads, "Why?
Just tell me why." Beryl snaps, "If you want a divorce,
I'll understand." Gordon retorts, "I don't want a divorce;
I want you. Now, I don't know what the hell all this
is about, but I think I have a right to know. Don't you?"
Beryl just mutters, "I can't." Gordon asks, "Why
not? Don't you trust me? Are you covering for somebody?"
Beryl doesn't respond. Gordon cries, "Please, tell me that.
Who is it?" Beryl still doesn't answer. Gordon appeals, "Is
it all worth fifteen years of your life? Not seeing Robert growing
up... not seeing your family, your friends, your home..."
Beryl looks at him and cries, "Stop it! Please."
Gordon just says, "Have you thought what all this is about?
Have you thought about me? Is it all worth it? What the
hell do I have to say to get through to you? Beryl, this is driving
me mad. Give me a clue; some hint. Tell me something;
I've got to know." Beryl just puts her arms round him and
murmurs, "One day I'll be able to tell you, but if you can't
wait for that day - if you can't wait for me...; I do
love you, Gordon. Just, please, look after Robert for
me; that's all I ask." Gordon growls quietly, "If you
love me, why not?" Beryl hisses, "I just can't."
Gordon pleads, "Please, Beryl, please.
One last time." Beryl turns away, though, and refuses to
A while later, Gordon, Fiona and Robert are sitting in a café,
drinking afternoon tea. Fiona sighs, "Where do we go from
here?" Gordon just shrugs, "I don't know. Any
suggestions?" Fiona comments, "She has to be covering
for someone." Gordon nods, "I think so. I know
that she's innocent and that is about it. Oh, I feel so useless.
She says keep an eye on Robert; she's the one he needs."
Fiona looks at the boy and remarks, "He misses her, doesn't
he?" She then asks, "Does he understand what's going
on?" Gordon, however, admits, "Nobody's really told
him." Fiona offers, "I will, if you like."
Gordon, however, murmurs, "No, I'll do it. No time
like the present." Fiona stands up and says, "I'll leave
you to it." She walks off. Gordon looks across at Robert,
sitting opposite him at the table, and says softly, "Hey,
young fella... I've got something to tell you." Robert looks
at him. Gordon goes on, "You know we've all been saying mummy's
coming home soon? Well, it looks as though we were wrong: she
isn't. It's not that she doesn't want to, but that she can't
- for some reason; but she said to tell you that she's thinking
of you and she wants you to be a good boy and she wants you to
be happy. I'll be here and Fiona will be here
and... mummy will be home as soon as she can. But it won't be
for a while; in fact, it mightn't be for quite a while.
But you won't let me down, will you?" Robert sits there,
staring at him.
It's evening time. Craig throws a folder and some books down
onto the living room table at Beryl's. Debbie emerges from the
kitchen and asks, "Tough night?" Craig sighs, "It
wasn't too bad. It's this teacher we have, though: he's
alright, I suppose; he knows his maths, I'll give him that."
Debbie asks in surprise, "What's the problem?" Craig
explains, "He's just weird. You ask him a question
and he looks at you like you should be on a 'Wanted' poster or
something!" He then carries on, "I went to Michelle's
after dropping the book, but she wasn't home." Debbie nods,
"I know. She's on her way here." Craig, looking
annoyed, asks in surprise, "Now? What, to pick up
the book?" Debbie replies, "That's what she said."
At that moment, there's a knock on the front door. Debbie warns,
"Look like you're interested when she talks to you this time."
With that, she heads out to answer the door, leaving Craig to
chuckle to himself, "Interested? Right!" Out by the
door, Debbie smiles, "Hi, Michelle, come in." As Michelle
steps inside, Debbie continues, "Craig was just telling me
about his maths teacher. Have you got the same one?" Michelle
shrugs, "I don't know. I don't think so." Debbie adds,
"Bit weird. Doesn't like questions." Michelle remarks,
"Doesn't sound like Miss. Parker." Debbie comments,
"'Miss'? No, it definitely isn't the same one!" The
two of them head into the lounge room, where Michelle smiles at
Craig, "Hello, Craig." Craig just asks, "Isn't
the same what?" Debbie explains, "Maths teacher
- as Michelle." Craig murmurs, "Oh. No." There's
an awkward silence. Michelle then looks at Craig and pipes up,
"Did you understand how integration helped with problem-solving?"
Craig nods, "I think so." Looking embarrassed,
Michelle asks, "Could you explain it to me? I didn't
follow a word of it." Craig, however, says quickly,
"I'm just a bit tired at the moment. How about tomorrow afternoon
sometime?" Michelle smiles, "Sure!" Craig adds
quickly, "I'm not trying to wriggle out of the deal or anything."
Michelle insists, "No, it's OK. Tomorrow's fine - really."
Debbie looks at her friend and says, "You're still going
to stay for supper, aren't you? I'm just trying a recipe out of
the book you gave us." With that, she leads Michelle into
the kitchen. As she closes the doors behind her, she gives Craig
a look of disgust. In the kitchen, Michelle comments,
"Craig doesn't like me, does he?"
Debbie smiles, "Of course he does!" Michelle,
however, retorts, "I can tell he doesn't. I don't
blame him; I know I never say the right things."
The two of them sit down and Debbie insists, "Don't be dumb."
Michelle, however, tells her, "I don't; I know
I don't - not around boys. I try to act smooth and elegant
and look what happens: my hands start to sweat and my brain races
two minutes ahead of my mouth and out comes all this nervous gibberish!"
Debbie insists, "It doesn't sound like gibberish."
Michelle murmurs glumly, "It doesn't sound too natural,
though, does it?" Debbie assures her, "Yes,
it does. I think you're being a bit hard on yourself." Michelle,
however, retorts, "Am I? Remember when we used to share a
room at the hostel? You had boys calling for you every night.
They didn't come to see me, did they?"
Debbie insists, "They came to see both of us."
Michelle retorts, "They'd talk to me, but they were
chasing you. Can't think why, though: take away
your easy-going, fun-loving nature, your beautiful hair and great
looks, and you're really just like me, aren't you?"
Debbie looks at her. Michelle cries, "It's true,
isn't it?" Debbie soothes, "Hey, cheer up. There is
nothing wrong with you - or your looks. It's just your
confidence, that's all. If you splurged on a really good outfit
and bought some nice make-up, you'd be surprised what a difference
it would make. Guys notice when you take a bit of an
effort." Michelle murmurs glumly, "Sure." Debbie
insists, "You try it. You'll see."
The next morning, the door to Fiona's room at the mansion opens
and Susan pokes her head out into the hallway. Finding it empty,
she dashes out through the front door.
A short time later, Susan is walking along a footpath when someone
hidden in some bushes at the side of the path steps out and taps
her on the shoulder. Susan jumps, looking startled. She then turns
to find Wayne standing behind her. She growls, "You following
me now, are you?" Wayne explains, "I wanted a chance
to talk to you alone." Susan carries on walking. Wayne follows
her and asks, "Don't you want to hear what I have to say?
I think you might be interested." Susan keeps on ignoring
him. Wayne then says, "I know you did it." Susan stops
in her tracks. She then turns to face him and demands, "What
on earth are you talking about?" Wayne taunts, "You
know." Susan snaps, "Stop playing cat-and-mouse, Wayne.
Just tell me." Wayne muses, "It's rare to see
gestures of true affection, don't you think? I mean, I thought
a really genuine sacrifice was a thing of the past - but it's
good to see that the human spirit can still prevail." Susan
snarls, "Get to the point, Wayne. You might like
the sound of your voice, but I certainly don't."
Wayne looks at her and says, "Beryl's covering for
you, isn't she? You shot me and she knows
it." Susan just stands there and retorts dismissively, "It's
a wonder you haven't been certified, Wayne. Given the
dangerous way your brain works, I seriously think you could be
deranged. Or maybe it's the onset of Huntington's disease; that's
not out of the question, you know?" Wayne growls, "Methinks
the lady protests too much." Susan snaps, "If someone
accused you of attempted murder, what would you
do? Pat them on the shoulder? Act your age for once." With
that, she storms off. Wayne raises his eyebrows.
A while later, Susan is bending down by Glen's grave. She starts
sobbing, "What have I done?" She then suddenly picks
up a plant pot that's resting next to the grave and pulls a pistol
out from beneath it. She brushes off the dirt that's begun to
cling to it. She then looks at the grave and murmurs, "I
should be in jail." She stands up and clutches the gun to
chest. All of a sudden, she appears to have second thoughts. She
bends down again quickly, and hides the gun back beneath the plant
pot. She then looks up to the sky and, looking anguished, cries,
"Oh God, help me. Help me..."