Looking shocked, Alison sighs, "I don't believe it."
Charlie stands up from the couch and asks curtly, "How much
more proof do you need? Pamela's been doing very well
out of 'sisterly love', hasn't she?" At that moment, Pamela
walks into the room and says flatly, "Hello, Charlie. Didn't
hear you come in." Charlie muses, "Really?" She
then takes the bracelet from Alison's hand and gloats, "Look
what turned up." Pamela stares at it. She then smiles quickly
and exclaims, "Great! Now I don't feel so bad about losing
it. Where did you find it?" Charlie retorts nastily, "This
clever little bracelet found its way into a second-hand shop -
and surprise, surprise, sitting right alongside it was a transistor
radio, exactly like the one Alison gave you. Now wasn't
that a coincidence?" Pamela stands there, stony-faced. After
a few seconds, she sighs, "OK. I sold it." Alison, looking
shocked, cries, "Why? If you wanted the money, I'd--"
Pamela interrupts and retorts, "Oh, sure. Wailing around
like a poor relation, waiting for handouts." Alison asks,
"Why did you lie to me?" Pamela tells her, "I had
to. If you'd known why I wanted the money, you'd have hit the
roof." Charlie hisses quickly, "She's making it up."
Alison, however, ignores her and asks Pamela, "If I'd known
what?" Pamela explains, "I needed the money
to buy Beryl some peace and quiet. She was being heavied. I had
to pay the warder to keep the girls off her." Alison gasps
in astonishment, "With my money?" Pamela says,
"I know it was stupid. I knew how you felt about Beryl, but...
I guess I should have trusted you enough to explain what I was
doing. I just didn't want to hurt my own sister like
that. You understand what I'm saying, don't you?" Alison
hesitates before nodding warmly, "Yes, of course." Looking
aghast, Charlie cries, "You're being a fool, Alison.
She's tricked you once and now you're letting her trick you again."
Alison, however, snaps, "I'll be the judge of that,
thankyou." Looking furious, Charlie throws the bracelet down
on the couch and storms out of the room. When she's gone, Pamela
says gently to Alison, "Sorry if I'm causing trouble between
you--" Alison, however, interrupts and assures her, "She'll
get over it." Pamela suggests quietly, "Maybe I should
look for my own place?" Alison, though, retorts,
"Don't even think about it. We're family and we stay together."
Pamela looks at her.
Susan is sitting at the desk in Fiona's room at the mansion,
staring into space, as Gordon says, "I've been over it and
over it and I can't come up with an answer that makes any sense.
Why would she confess to something that she didn't do?"
Fiona shrugs, "It beats me. What do you
think, Susie?" Susan comes back to earth and looks across
at Fiona and Gordon sitting on the couch. She murmurs, "Sorry?"
Fiona points out, "You know your mother better than anyone
else. Have you got any idea why she said she shot Wayne?"
Susan murmurs, "No." Gordon cries, "It's so out
of character. Beryl is so honest. I've never
known her to lie." Fiona comments, "The reasons must
be pretty strong, otherwise why would she want to give up her
whole life? - not to mention her husband and child." Gordon
looks at Susan suddenly and asks, "You free this afternoon?"
Susan replies sharply, "Why?" Gordon explains, "To
see your mother. I've arranged a visit." Looking uncomfortable,
Susan murmurs, "I don't feel up to it." Gordon, however,
presses, "Susan, Beryl is in jail for something that she
didn't do; she needs all the support her family can give
her. You two have always been so close; maybe she'll tell you
something that she won't tell me." Susan sits there,
Later that day, Beryl emerges from the main building onto the
outside verandah at the Bendala Detention Centre. Susan is standing
waiting for her. They hug and Susan then says urgently, "Mum,
we've got to talk." They start walking along, Beryl replying
as they do so, "Yes. I was thinking of all of you last night,
at dinner. We had cottage pie. Remember I used to make that?"
Ignoring this, Susan cries suddenly, "Why did you change
the plan?" Beryl stares at her and retorts, "Because
I'm guilty. You know what Nick says: your mind can play
tricks on you. I must have shot Wayne and then blocked it out
of my memory." Susan cries, "That's nonsense and you
know it is." Beryl snaps, "I don't want to
discuss it any more." Susan, however, retorts, "Mum,
let's stop playing games. You know and I know... I'm
the one that shot Wayne." Beryl looks round quickly at a
warder standing nearby. Susan then asks her, "How long have
you known?" Beryl replies, "For certain? Ever since
I saw Glen's ring on that chain around your neck." Susan
puts her hand to her neck in shock. She then tells her mother,
"There's no way I'm going to let you stay in here and take
the blame for something I did." Beryl looks at the warder
again and warns Susan, "Shhh, she might hear you." Susan
retorts, "I don't care if she does. I'm going to
give myself up." Beryl hisses, "You mustn't." Susan,
however, snaps, "What kind of daughter do you think I am?
What about Gordon and Robert?" Beryl tells her, "Gordon's
strong. He can cope." Susan says curtly, "Then think
about Robert." Beryl retorts, "I am thinking
about Robert. It was because of his safekeeping that I pushed
you into a marriage that was wrong from the start. I had to choose
between my children. I allowed myself to be blackmailed. Now I'm
paying for it." Looking shocked, Susan cries, "That's
crazy talk." Beryl just tells her, "If you
give yourself up, Susan, I couldn't live with it on my conscience."
Susan cries, "What about my conscience?" Beryl
looks at her and says quietly and earnestly, "Susie, you
know I love you, don't you? You've had enough unhappiness:
first Bill... and then Wayne... and losing your baby. You don't
deserve any more. You have your whole life ahead of you. I want
you to have a chance to be happy." Susan stands
there, looking upset.
Craig is sitting on the couch in the lounge room at Beryl's,
writing on a sheet of paper. Debbie is sitting on the chair opposite
him, laughing, "You should have seen his face! I'm cleaning
out the back car seat and suddenly I find this bikini bottom--"
Craig interrupts and snaps, "Debbie, I've got to study. I'd
like to forget about work, if you don't mind." There's
silence. Debbie asks eventually, "What's the matter?"
Craig retorts, "Nothing. I'm just working my guts out all
day and I'm studying all night, that's all." Debbie suggests,
"Maybe you should take a break?" Craig, however, mutters,
"Don't make a big deal of it. I'm just tired, OK?"
There's suddenly a knock at the front door. Debbie leaps up and
says, "I'll get it." She heads out to the door. A few
seconds later, Craig grimaces as he hears Debbie say warmly, "Michelle!
Hi! Come in!" Debbie and Michelle walk into the room and
Michelle smiles, "Hello, Craig." Craig doesn't look
at her as he mutters, "Hi." Michelle says to him, "Maths
coaching, remember?" Craig murmurs, "I do now."
Michelle starts to say, "If it's any bother, I can--"
Craig, however, interrupts and sighs, "It's OK. Let's get
on with it." Debbie tells Michelle, "I'll make you some
coffee." She heads off to the kitchen. Michelle sits down
opposite Craig and he asks, "What don't you understand?"
Michelle tells him, "Everything." Craig comments, "We
could be here all night!" Michelle murmurs glumly, "I
know. I guess I'm just stupid." Craig hesitates before sitting
up and saying, "There's no use telling me that you don't
understand everything. You've got to give me some idea
of the kinds of things you don't understand. If you can't do that
then you're wasting my time." Michelle cries, "I'm trying;
it's just that, when I look at a problem, my brain turns to cotton
wool." Craig turns his head away and mutters something inaudible
under his breath. Michelle, however, catches it and, looking horrified,
stands up. Debbie emerges from the kitchen and asks brightly,
"Black or white, Michelle?" Michelle, however, retorts,
"Don't bother. I'm leaving. See you, Deb." She storms
out. When she's gone, Debbie glares at Craig and demands, "What
did you say?" Craig retorts, "Nothing... Alright, I
was rude to her." Debbie sighs, "Why?"
Craig snaps, "Because I'm sick of her always hanging around."
Debbie points out curtly, "Craig, you offered to help her
if she'd lend you her books." Craig, however, retorts, "I
didn't offer. You talked me into it." Debbie mutters, "So
now it's my fault?" Craig stands up and snaps, "I'm
not saying that. All I'm saying is--" He breaks
off before completing, "I'm beginning to think this idea
of going back to school sucks." Debbie growls, "If that's
the way you feel, do what you want, because I don't care."
With that, she storms back to the kitchen."
The next morning, Pamela is sitting on the couch in the lounge
room at Charlie's, looking through a photo album. Charlie is fussing
over Isabella on the other couch, sighing, "Poor little darling.
She's quivering. She's all upset." Alison, sitting next to
her, mutters, "What are you rattling on about, Charlie?"
Charlie pouts, "Isabella. She's a sensitive little
baby. She knows when the vibes aren't right." Alison asks,
"What vibes?" Charlie retorts pointedly, "When
someone doesn't like her." Pamela looks across and
growls, "Is that a crack at me?" Charlie shrugs,
"If the cap fits..." Alison sighs, "Will you two
stop fighting and try and get on with each other?" Pamela
retorts, "I'm trying, but Charlie seems determined
to score points." Charlie glares at her and snaps, "And
you're determined to break up my friendship with Alison."
Alison says quickly, "Pamela, do you mind?" Taking the
hint, Pamela stands up and leaves the room. When she's gone, Alison
says, "Charlie, you're being childish." Charlie retorts,
"You just can't see any fault with Miss. Goody Two
Shoes." Alison smiles, "I think I know why you're behaving
like this: it's because you're jealous." Charlie, however,
retorts, "You said that this morning. You were wrong
then and you're wrong now." Alison insists, "I don't
think so. I understand: we've been friends a long time; you wouldn't
be human if you didn't feel threatened." Charlie
retorts, "I do not feel threatened. I just don't
like her." Alison asks suddenly, "Do you remember
when your children came back?" Looking surprised,
Charlie asks, "What's that got to do with it?"
Alison points out, "That didn't affect our friendship
in any way. It's the same thing: I love Pamela as a sister, but
it doesn't affect our friendship; it doesn't affect my
loyalty to you." Charlie hesitates before sighing,
"Oh, alright. I can't promise anything, but if she isn't
nasty to me, then I won't be nasty to her." Alison declares,
"Good. That makes me feel a lot better." Charlie stands
up and says, "Now that that's settled, I'll take Isabella
out to the garden. She needs some time by herself." She heads
out through the french windows, leaving Alison rolling her eyes!
In her room at the mansion, Fiona has just put Robert down in
his bedroom and she's saying to Gordon, "I finally got him
to sleep." Gordon replies, "When he wakes up, I'll take
him for a walk." Fiona, looking concerned, remarks, "You
look tired. Why don't you let me take him for a walk?"
Gordon muses, "One thing about all this: he certainly won't
suffer from neglect!" Fiona smiles, "I enjoy having
him around - it takes me back to when Johnny was a baby..."
The door to the room opens suddenly and Susan walks in."
Fiona smiles, "Hi there. How's your mother?" Susan,
looking uncomfortable, replies, "Good." She then adds
bluntly, "I've got to talk to you both." Gordon asks,
"What is it?" Susan pauses before announcing, "I'm
the one who shot Wayne." Gordon, looking shocked, demands,
"Is that the truth?" Susan nods, "Yes." Gordon
snaps, "And you let your mother go to jail?"
Susan cries, "I'm not proud of it, Gordon."
Fiona realises, "Beryl knew that; that's why she
confessed: to keep you out of jail." Susan tells
them, "I'm going to give myself up." Gordon retorts,
"Has it occurred to you that the police might not believe
you? They might think you're saying it just to clear your mother;
it has been done before." Susan insists, "They've got
to believe me." Gordon points out curtly, "It is only
your word. It won't stand up in court; there's no evidence."
Susan, however, tells him, "Yes there is. I've still got
the gun; my fingerprints are all over it." Gordon asks, "Where
is it?" Susan replies, "I'll show you - after I've called
the police." With that, she goes to the 'phone and starts
A while later, Susan, Gordon and Fiona are standing at Glen's
grave, with two detectives, one of whom asks Susan, "How
far down is it? We might need a court order." Susan, however,
tells him, "It's not deep. I dug a hole and put the turf
over the gun." With that, she bends down and lifts up the
plant pot next to the grave. She starts brushing away the earth
underneath - but finds nothing. She starts scrabbling around more
earnestly, a look of shock crossing her face as she does so. After
a few seconds, she looks up at the others and cries in horror,
Back in Fiona's room at the mansion, Susan cries, "I don't
understand. The gun was there; I know it was.
Why doesn't anyone believe me?" Fiona and Gordon stand there,
staring at her. Susan cries, "You think I'm mad,
don't you?" Gordon points out, "We all make
mistakes." Susan, however, retorts, "It wasn't
a mistake. I hid the gun." She then goes on, "Remember
when Wayne was shot at outside the courthouse?" Gordon nods,
"What about it?" Susan tells him, "That was Clive
Greer. I hired him." She goes to the 'phone and
starts dialling as she continues agitatedly, "If I can get
him to meet me... tape record what he says..." She finishes
dialling. The call is answered and she says, "Hello. Clive?
It's Susan Hamilton. I've got another job for you." At the
other end of the 'phone, a young, dark-haired man, asks, "What
kind of job?" He listens before saying curtly, "I
don't know what you're talking about." Looking shocked, Susan
cries, "Please. I'll pay well... I have
to see you... When are you leaving town? Hello? Clive?"
He's hung up, though. Susan starts panting heavily as she hangs
up at her end. Fiona says calmly, "Susan, dear, why don't
you come and lie down?" Susan just stares at her and Gordon
and cries, "You both think I'm crazy, don't you,
just like those detectives." Gordon insists, "No we
don't - but I think it might be a good idea if you saw a doctor."
Susan just stands there and cries, "I did shoot
him. I did. Why don't you believe me?" She collapses
onto the couch, in tears, repeating over and over again, "Why
don't you believe me?" Fiona walks over to her and helps
her up. She then leads her off to the bedroom, still sobbing.
Alison is standing in the lounge room at Charlie's when Charlie
appears at the french windows and asks in concern, "Have
you seen Isabella? Did she come in here?" Alison just shrugs,
"No, I don't think so." Charlie goes on, "I've
looked everywhere and I can't find her." Alison assures her,
"She'll be back." Charlie, however, cries, "Yes,
but when? She could be out all night."
Alison insists, "It's not going to kill her." Charlie
jumps back in shock and gasps, "Don't mention that word!"
Alison remarks, "You are in a state, aren't
you!" Charlie says, "I think someone might have
run off with her." Alison chuckles, "For heaven's sake,
Charlie, who's going to run off with a dog?!" Charlie
cries, "She's so adorable; anyone would
love to have her." Alison asks, "Was she wearing a collar?"
Charlie nods, "Yes." Alison points out, "Then if
she wandered off, someone's going to find her and call you, so
stop worrying." Charlie stands there and sighs heavily.
Pamela is walking along a footpath, holding Isabella. She stops
by some bushes and puts Isabella on the ground, growling as she
does so, "There, you rotten little floor mop. Try getting
home from there." With that, she walks off again.
A few seconds later, she pauses and looks back at the little dog,
who's whining pitifully. Renewing her resolve again, though, Pamela
It's evening-time. Debbie and Craig are sitting in silence in
the lounge room at Beryl's. After a few seconds, Craig sighs,
"I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have been rude to Michelle."
Debbie just ignores him. Craig pleads, "Don't just sit there;
say something - even if it's just to tell me that I'm
a dope." Debbie looks at him and snaps, "You're a dope."
Craig insists quickly, "It's not all my fault: the
girl's as thick as two bricks." There's silence again. Craig
says eventually, "Alright, I'll apologise." Debbie asks,
"When?" Craig replies, "Tomorrow." Debbie
murmurs, "Thankyou." Craig muses, "The things I
do!" Debbie glares at him again and snaps, "Look, you
might think she's dumb, but she's a nice girl." Craig insists,
"I know. I'll see her after Tech." Debbie, however,
tells him, "You don't have to wait that long: she always
takes a shortcut in the mornings through the park." Craig
smiles, "You've got it all worked out, haven't you?!"
Debbie picks up a cushion and throws it at him, laughing, "Just
The next morning, Craig is standing in a covered walkway in the
park. Michelle comes up behind him and goes to walk straight past.
Craig tries to grab her arm, but she carries on walking. Craig
follows her and says quickly, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.
I had a dog day: first I had a hassle with the boss, and there's
exams coming up. It's nothing personal; it's just everything started
getting on top of me." Michelle growls at him, "Rack
off. I know you don't want to help me." Craig insists,
"You're wrong. I'd like to - honest. How
about this afternoon?" Michelle mutters, "No."
Craig pleads, "You've got to give me another chance."
He tries to grab her arm again, but the jolt causes her to drop
the books she's carrying. She bends down to pick them up. Craig
does likewise - and they bump heads. Craig helps Michelle pick
up the books - but as he does so, he comes across a sheet of paper
on which someone has drawn Michelle's face with the ears, nose
and whiskers of a mouse. He stares at it. Michelle snatches it
quickly and snaps, "Give me that." Craig asks, "Where
did you get that?" Michelle just retorts, "None of your
business." She starts walking again. Craig follows her, going
on, "What kind of a lame-brain would do something like that?"
Michelle shrugs, "I don't know." Craig insists, "You
must have some idea." Michelle, however, just retorts,
"Obviously there's a lot of other people who think I'm as
stupid as you do." Craig sighs, "That's not
fair. I said I was sorry." Michelle mutters, "Alright,
you said it. Now, goodbye." Craig, however, tells her, "Not
until we sort this out. Give me a look at the picture again."
Michelle pulls the picture out from her bag and hands it to Craig.
He looks at it and then smiles, "Portrait of the artist.
Obviously the work of someone who fancies himself. A budding Picasso."
A smile crosses Michelle's face. Craig goes on, "These scrawly
lines? No confidence. Huge inferiority complex. That's why he
has to boost his ego picking on other people. He probably goes
around kicking dogs." Michelle smiles, "You're crazy!"
Craig grins, "That's an improvement! For a while there, I
was just a bad smell!" Michelle tells him sincerely, "I'm
sorry - it's just that, at the moment, I don't feel very good
about myself." Craig indicates the drawing and asks, "Because
of this?" Michelle nods her head. Craig then tells her, "There's
only one answer to bullies: laugh at them." Michelle murmurs,
"I suppose you're right." Craig nods, "Course I
am." He then adds, "Walk you to class?" Michelle
smiles gratefully, "Thankyou." Craig takes her bag and
they walk off.
Charlie, Alison and Pamela are sitting in the lounge room at
Charlie's, having lunch. Charlie, however, puts down her plate
and sighs, "It's no good: I can't eat anything. I just know
something terrible's happened to Isabella." Pamela mutters,
"She probably just got tired of you fussing over her and
shot through." Charlie stands up and growls, "That's
the kind of remark I'd expect from you. She
could be lying in a gutter somewhere... hurt... no one to look
after her... Or she could be in one of those places where they
do horrible experiments. She could be poisoned... dying in agony..."
She cries, "Oh, I know people think that animals don't have
feelings, but they do; they suffer, just like us."
Pamela sits there, looking guilty. After a few seconds, she stands
up and says, "Would you excuse me for a minute?" She
leaves the room. Alison glares at Charlie and mutters, "Now
look what you've done." Charlie sighs, "You always take
her side." Alison stands up and snaps, "Your
constant sniping at Pamela is beginning to get to me.
If you don't make an effort to get on with her, there's only one
solution." Charlie murmurs, "What's that?"
Alison retorts, "We both leave and get a place of our own."
With that, she marches out of the room.
Pamela is out looking for Isabella. She checks in a rubbish bin,
but it's empty. She calls, "Isabella... come to mummy."
She looks in an old cardboard box and under a car, but still nothing.
She peers over a fence, but Isabella is nowhere to be found.
Fiona is laying the dinner table in her room at the mansion when
Gordon walks in from the corridor and asks in concern, "How
is she?" Fiona murmurs, "Alright - I think." Gordon
then asks, "Do you believe what she said?" Fiona, however,
sighs, "I don't know what to think. I would
believe it if it wasn't for that business at the cemetery."
Gordon suggests, "Maybe some kids found the gun?"
Fiona replies, "Or it wasn't there in the first place."
Neither of them notices Susan emerge from her room. She stops
in her tracks and listens as Gordon asks Fiona, "Do you think
she's making it all up?" Fiona shrugs, "I don't know.
She's been under a lot of strain lately, losing the baby and now
all this. It wouldn't be surprising if she's cracking." Susan
walks over to them suddenly and snaps, "So you do
think I'm going mad?" Both Fiona and Gordon turn to look
at her in surprise. Susan goes on angrily, "I'll prove it
to you. I'll prove I did it." With that, she storms
out of the room and out to the mansion's front door - but just
as she goes to open it, it's pushed open from the outside and
Wayne steps in. Susan, taking a few steps back, warns, "Don't
come near me." Wayne snarls at her, "I want to talk
to you." Susan snaps, "I've got nothing to say."
Wayne just shrugs nastily, "Well I've got plenty."
Susan lunges at him suddenly and clomps him round the head with
her handbag. Wayne reels back in surprise. As he recovers his
balance, Susan yells, "You stay away from me or I'll get
the gun and I'll finish what I should've the first time."
With that, she runs out.
A short time later, Susan is back at Glen's grave, scrabbling
around, looking for the gun. She becomes aware suddenly of someone
walking up behind her. It's Wayne. He's holding a clear plastic
bag, in which he has a gun. Susan turns to look at him and he
taunts, "Looking for this?" Susan stands up and cries,
"You took it." Wayne nods, "Complete with
a nice set of fingerprints. Yours, I'll bet." Susan
goes to grab the bag, snapping, "Give it to me." Wayne
pulls it away, though, and smiles nastily, "The only evidence
that'll clear your mum and get her out of jail. Now, shall we
have that little talk...?"