The next morning, Wayne is sitting at the dining table, eating
breakfast. Susan walks slowly down the hallway stairs, wearing
a nightshirt. She hesitates as she crosses the hallway and reaches
the lounge room doors. Wayne looks across at her and smiles, "Morning!
I'll make your breakfast now you're here." Susan remains
standing by the doors. Wayne prompts, "Come on!" Susan
stares at him before walking reluctantly over to the dining table.
Wayne pulls out a chair for her and says, "There you go."
Susan sits down and Wayne places a napkin on her lap. He then
picks up a glass and adds, "Orange juice to start, OK? There's
a ton of toast, but I'll make some fresh, if you like." Susan
just looks at him. Wayne then asks, "How many eggs would
you like?" Susan doesn't reply. Wayne sighs, "You can
count, can't you? How many? Two?" Susan just nods her head.
Wayne warns curtly, "You're going to have to practice smiling,
Susan; we don't want people to think we're unhappy... I'll get
your eggs." He turns to the kitchen door. He then looks back
at Susan and asks, "Two slices of bacon?" Susan doesn't
answer. Wayne repeats more curtly, "I said: two
slices?" Susan nods her head at him. Wayne mutters, "Thankyou."
With that, he heads into the kitchen. Susan sits at the table,
looking tired and worried.
Pamela is standing with Charlie in the lounge room at Charlie's.
She has a pink outfit on and she asks Charlie, "Do I look
alright?" Charlie smiles, "Darling, Tyler's going to
be 90% won on sight - but we have to do better than that;
you are going for a job after all, so there
are a few very important things you need to know." Pamela
queries, "You mean about his business?" Charlie,
however, smiles, "Of course not, darling! About Tyler Robbins
himself. For example, he doesn't like women who push
too much and... he hates beer." Pamela looks at her blankly
and asks, "What's that got to do with me getting a job?"
Charlie explains, "In case you bring it up in conversation."
Pamela frowns, "Over morning tea?!" Charlie hesitates
before musing, "Well... it does seem unlikely." Pamela
then says, "Tell me about the man: how he thinks; what makes
him tick." Charlie just stands there, though, thinking and
looking at Pamela. After a few seconds, Pamela demands, "What
are you staring at? What's wrong?" Charlie indicates a necklace
around Pamela's neck and tells her, "It's this,
darling; it doesn't seem right. Take it off." She
then reaches into a jewellery box, take out another necklace and
beams, "Yes, I think this is more 'morning tea'!" She
puts the necklace around Pamela's neck. As she does so, Pamela
mutters, "I feel like I'm applying to be a model."
Charlie just smiles, "Oh, darling, with Tyler you almost
are. The women who represent him must look absolutely
perfect. He's no fool: he knows what's going to sell." Pamela
comments, "But am I going to sell? I'm terrified
I'm going to make a fool of myself." Charlie just beams,
"Darling, that's why I've arranged it this way: over a perfectly
social cup of coffee, he gets a chance to see if you're suitable
to sell real estate without going through one of those ghastly
formal interviews. He gets a chance to see the real you;
the you that appears to clients." Pamela mutters,
"I don't know about the 'real' me..." Charlie, however,
muses, "Oh, I don't know, darling. I have a feeling I've
unearthed the real you, whether you like to admit it or not!"
Alison walks in suddenly, wearing her nightdress. She yawns and
then comments to Pamela, "It looks like job interview time."
Pamela just asks Charlie, "Isn't it time we got going?"
Charlie, however, insists, "Oh, darling, there's no rush."
Pamela, however, says quickly, "I don't want to risk being
late; it's too important. Come on." With that, she grabs
Charlie's hand and leads her out. Alison calls after her sister,
"Good luck!" Charlie and Pamela head out, leaving Alison
standing in the lounge room. She picks up the necklace that Pamela
discarded. She has a thoughtful look on her face.
A short time later, Charlie and Pamela are walking along a street
outside a parade of shops. Charlie is telling Pamela, "The
main thing to remember is he's a salesman, so he's used to all
the old tricks. Show him you know how to sell yourself and you
can't go wrong." She stops walking suddenly as she spots
a man climbing out of a cab nearby. She smiles at Pamela, "There
is your target." Pamela looks at the man and remarks, "He
doesn't look too difficult!" Charlie smiles, "You'll
eat him for morning tea!"
Michael is lying asleep on the couch in Fiona's room at the mansion.
There are empty bottles of alcohol on the table nearby. Fiona
walks over to him and says loudly, "OK, come on, wakey wakey!
Move the bones!" Michael comes-to and groans, "It can't
be morning yet." He manages to sit up. As he does so, Fiona
starts tidying away the used bottles and comments, "You're
not going to have any hair of the dog, I hope." Michael assures
her, "No, I'm not that bad." He then goes on,
"I know it's sometimes the easy way out, but last night was
just what I needed: I got a few things out of my system."
Fiona declares, "That is why I suggested it; anything rather
than another fishing trip with Wayne!" She then
picks up an envelope and adds, "By the way: mail call."
She hands the envelope to Michael. He looks at it and comments,
"It's from mum and dad." He opens the envelope, takes
out the letter inside and reads it. He then tells Fiona, "Good
news: dad's got a job - with a local construction company. They're
using him to help them cut the costs. He's got the experience,
you see." Fiona smiles, "They must be feeling very pleased
with themselves." Michael nods, "They are - and they
don't need me to help them with the bills anymore." Fiona
beams, "Wowee! Your bank balance is going to start looking
healthy again." Michael, staring into space, murmurs,
"Even more importantly, it means I'm really free
to do what I want." There's suddenly a knock on the door
to the room and Janice comes in. She looks at Michael and says,
"I'm on my way to the library and wondered if you wanted
any books exchanged." She then notices all the bottles strewn
around and the blanket on the couch, and she demands, "What's
been going on here? Did you sleep on the couch last night?"
Michael nods, "Mmm, after a card party." Janice gasps,
"The place smells awful - and you've been drinking."
She then turns to Fiona and goes on angrily, "I bet I know
who was behind it. It's just not right, Aunt Fiona: you're encouraging
people to live a life of degradation." Fiona rolls her eyes
before saying curtly, "Janice, a small party is hardly going
to put Michael onto skid row." Janice turns to Michael and
growls, "You should be ashamed of yourself. A doctor's
supposed to be someone people can look up to; someone
who sets an example to the community." Michael, however,
shrugs, "I'm not going to be a doctor for much longer."
Janice mutters, "If you keep carrying on the way you did
last night, you won't be." She then does a double
take, as realisation sets in, and she demands, "What do you
mean you won't be a doctor for much longer?" Michael tells
her, "I'm packing it in." Fiona raises her eyebrows.
Janice snaps at Michael, "That's ridiculous - and it's irresponsible.
You think of all those years of study - and all those people who
are going to suffer by you just brushing them aside. I've never
heard of anything so ludicrous." Fiona warns her quietly,
"Janice... later... I really do need some books changed."
Janice turns to her and snaps, "This is more important than
a few stupid books." Fiona repeats coldly, "Janice...
later." Janice growls, "You don't know when
to stop influencing other people's lives, Aunt Fiona." She
then turns back to Michael and snaps, "I simply don't believe
it." With that, she storms out of the room. When she's gone,
Fiona looks at Michael and sighs, "Oh dear. I'm afraid you're
really in for a torrid time." Michael shrugs, "She means
well." Fiona nods, "Oh yes. The only trouble is she's
trying to find somebody to inflict her social welfare training
on, and I've got a horrible feeling you're it..."
There's a knock on the front door at Charlie's. Alison - now
fully-dressed - goes and opens it. Wayne walks in past her and
smiles, "Good morning! I've come to collect Susan's things."
He strides into the lounge room as Alison snaps, "Do you
mind?" She closes the door and follows him. She then demands,
"What did you say?" Wayne retorts lightly, "You
heard. She's moving back in with me." Alison crosses her
arms and mutters, "Pigs might fly." Wayne insists, "I'm
serious." Alison growls, "I'll believe it when she
tells me." Wayne suggests, "If you want to get it from
the girl's mouth, why don't you call over and ask her?" Alison
retorts, "I might do just that." Wayne then goes on,
"I've got some more news for you, too: you're no
longer her manager." Alison stares at him and asks, "Since
when?" Wayne tells her, "Since she signed over her power
of attorney to me." Alison smiles in disbelief,
"Have you been taking something?" Wayne asks
in reply, "Don't you believe me?" He then takes some
sheets of paper out of his jacket pocket and adds, "You can
read it yourself, if you like." He hands over the papers
and Alison looks at them. She then gasps in horror, "It's
a trick. She wouldn't hand over her money to you."
Wayne grabs the papers back and smiles, "Which is exactly
what she has done." Alison starts to say, "Yes,
but that means--" She breaks off. Wayne beams, "It means
I've won - and you're out in the cold, sweetheart.
But if you'd like to check it out with Susan, go right ahead.
I'm sure she'd be delighted to give you the good news."
Alison stares at him.
Sometime later, standing with Susan in the lounge room at Dural,
Alison yells, "What the hell is happening?" Susan snaps,
"I've already told you: I've decided to give it
another go." Alison mutters, "Rubbish." Susan goes
on, "Emotion's a funny thing, Alison; I thought you, of all
people, would understand." Alison points out curtly, "That
man caused you to lose your baby - and you really want to live
with him again?" Susan snaps, "I don't think everything
that's happened is entirely his fault." Alison retorts, "Of
course it's his fault." Susan growls, "You
know how I feel about marriage: it's very important to
me. I happen to think it's morally right that I do my best to
try again; at least give it another go." Alison presses angrily,
"But to give your power of attorney as well; to let him take
control of your money..." Susan snaps, "Marriage means
you trust your partner." Alison snaps back, "Exactly.
And are you seriously telling me you trust Wayne?"
She then goes on more calmly, "Susan, listen to me: I know
we've had our moments, but I've always liked you and I care about
you. Don't you see what you're doing to yourself?" Susan
just sighs, "I can't say any more, Alison. I've decided to
try again and I just have to live with it." Alison growls,
"Oh yes, and I must say you look over-the-moon about it."
Susan cries, "How do you think I feel with you coming
over here to harass me?" Alison snaps, "I am simply
trying to make you see sense." Susan retorts, "Well,
if that's what you think you're doing, you're wasting your breath.
And quite frankly, if that's the way you're going to carry on,
I'd rather you not come over here at all." Alison
gasps, "You really mean that, don't you?" Susan
retorts, "I'm afraid so." Alison raises her eyebrows
Gordon is sitting on the edge of the desk in Fiona's room at
the mansion, talking on the 'phone. He's saying, "I realise
it's not the correct way to do things, Nick, but would you mind
coming over for a chat?" From behind the desk in his office,
Nick replies, "A professional chat, you mean?"
Gordon nods, "Yes. I know I should come to your rooms, but
there's something I want to talk about and I can't get away at
the moment - I'm babysitting Robert: he's come down with a chill
and Fiona's going out shopping." Nick says, "Alright.
I have to call to the hospital to see a few patients, so I'll
make it straight after that." Gordon says, "Thankyou.
I do appreciate it. Bye." He hangs up. Fiona walks in as
he does so and asks, "Anything important?" Gordon, however,
tells her quickly, "No, not at all. It was just a friend."
He then asks, "You still going shopping?" Fiona smiles,
"Sure am! And I'm just in the mood!" Gordon tells her,
"Enjoy yourself." Fiona assures him, "I will!"
With that, she heads out - to find Janice standing in the corridor,
about to knock on the door of Michael's room. She says quickly,
"Uh uh uh. Don't you dare." She walks over to Janice
as she retorts, "Is there a law against knocking on someone's
door?" Fiona nods, "There is when it's you knocking,
it's Michael's door and he's on the other side! Janice insists,
"I just want to have a word with him and get those stupid
ideas out of his head." Fiona, however, sighs, "No,
no, no, Janice, you are not to interfere." Janice
insists, "It my duty as a friend." Fiona, however, explains,
"There are some things in this life that we have to do for
ourselves, and this is Michael's. Now, just leave him
be." Janice cries, "But to throw in the towel like that..."
Fiona tells her, "He hasn't thrown in the towel.
He is just on leave of absence, and I am firmly convinced that
when he comes back he will have changed his mind." Janice
suggests, "In that case, it gives me a chance to help him,
then." Fiona, however, tells her sternly, "No, Janice
- and that's the end of it." Andy walks downstairs suddenly
and says, "Morning, ladies." Fiona smiles back, "Morning."
Andy heads out through the front door. Fiona watches him go. She
then tells Janice, "If you really want to save somebody,
why pick on Michael? There are other people,
you know - like... Andy?" Janice queries in surprise, "Andy?"
Fiona says quickly, "You and I both know that he's got a
long way to go before he gets back on the straight and narrow,
so why don't you give him a helping hand? I mean, Michael's
problems are nothing compared to Andy's."
Looking suddenly thoughtful, Janice murmurs, "That's true.
If you care to look at priorities, Andy should come first."
She then turns and runs off down the corridor, yelling, "Andy!"
Fiona stands there, looking pleased with herself!
A short time later, Andy is standing in the main room at the
gym, lifting some light weights. A young woman is standing opposite
him, doing the same thing. Andy tells her, "Just keep up
with me and you'll be right." The woman smiles flirtatiously,
"Keeping up with you won't be easy." Andy grins,
"No, but it'll be fun!" Janice walks over to them suddenly
and demands, "Andy, do you have a moment?"Andy points
out, "I'm a bit busy right now, Janice." Janice insists
curtly, "This shouldn't take too long." Andy puts the
weights down on the ground and tells the young woman, "This
shouldn't take too long." He then asks Janice, "What
do you want?" Janice pulls him to one side and asks, "What
do you want's more to the point?" Andy retorts in
surprise, "What?" Janice nods, "Yes. What.
What do you want from life?" Andy stares at her and asks,
"Have you been drinking?!" Janice just sighs, "You
see, that's the way your mind works: it always goes for the seamy
side." Andy mutters, "Excuse me, but I have got better
things to do." Janice retorts, "You call what you're
doing 'better'?" Andy growls, "I am instructing a client."
Janice mutters, "And a great deal more." Andy
sighs, "Go away, Janice." He goes to head back over
to the young woman. Janice grabs his arm, though, and warns, "Don't
make me use force, Andy." Andy stares at her. He then growls,
"Say what you want to say, then please, disappear."
Janice tells him in a hushed tone, "I simply want to get
through to you that being a gigolo's bad for you. Forget
the women, sad though they might be; it's you I'm concerned
about. Your looks aren't going to last forever; what are you going
to do then? Remember The Picture of Dorian Gray?"
Andy stares at her and retorts, "I have not got the faintest
idea what you're talking about." Janice explains, "Dorian
Gray was a man who sold his soul to the devil so that he could
remain young and handsome; but then came a time when it all just
fell away; he had nothing left. Don't sell your soul
to the devil, Andy." Andy says through gritted teeth, "All
I'm trying to sell is an exercise programme to that lady."
He indicates the young woman. Janice, however, retorts, "You
couldn't care less about selling a course; you just want
to sell yourself. That's what you're doing; do you realise
that? You're selling yourself." Andy just snaps
at her, "I have had enough of this. Excuse me."
With that, he turns and head back over to the young woman. A broad
smile crosses Janice's face and she mouths to herself, "Stage
one complete. I'm getting to you, my boy..."
Nick has arrived at the mansion. As Gordon lets him into Fiona's
room, he says, "I suppose you have some idea what this is
all about." Nick, however, tells him, "None." Gordon
explains, "It's Susan: I want to help her, but obviously
I have no experience in matters of this kind." Nick sits
down on the couch and asks, "What do you seeing as being
wrong with Susan?" Gordon sits down in an armchair
and replies, "I couldn't put it into medical terms, but she's
suffering the most enormous guilt." Nick queries, "About
her mother?" Gordon nods, "Yes. I think somehow
she believes she should be punished instead." Nick asks,
"What, be in jail instead of her mother?" Gordon replies,
"That and a general feeling of everything being her fault."
Nick asks, "Is there any reason for her to think
like that? I mean is anything her fault?" Gordon
tells him quickly, "No. If anything, she's a victim.
I was wondering: is there anything I can do? Do you have any advice?"
Nick says, "The first thing that I should like to
do is talk to Susan, if you can arrange it." Gordon, however,
sighs, "No way in the world; she'd never be in that. As far
as she's concerned, she's as rational as you and I. I
was wondering: if I gave her some sort of a jolt... try and shock
her back into reality." Nick, however, tells him, "I
certainly can't advise that, Gordon; I'd tread very carefully."
Gordon insists, "I've got to do something; she's
Beryl's daughter; I feel responsible - particularly with
Beryl locked away." Nick comments, "The situation's
getting you down a bit, isn't it?" Gordon sighs,
"Naturally. I mean, Beryl's in jail for something that she
didn't do. I know that and she knows that...
It's all so wrong." Nick asks, "Are you, perhaps,
feeling a bit guilty yourself?" Gordon replies,
"Naturally I keep thinking that maybe there was something
I could have done to make a difference." Nick offers, "Gordon,
if you need to talk to me - professionally - then you
give me a call." Gordon, however, insists, "No, I'm
managing to cope - for the moment, anyway." Nick tells him,
"Alright. The offers still stands. And, if it makes any difference,
we'll make it off the record, just like today, so there'll be
no charge." Gordon murmurs, "That's very kind of you."
Nick insists, "I mean that: you call me." Gordon assures
him, "If I need to talk, I'll call."
Alison is sitting on the couch in the lounge room at Charlie's,
looking at a magazine, when Charlie sweeps in, followed by Pamela,
who declares, "I knew I could do it!" Alison
looks up and asks, "You got the job?" Pamela nods, "Tyler
was a pushover!" Charlie adds, "He was too. One look
at our girl and he was won!" Alison asks, "What exactly
is the job?" Pamela tells her, "Selling real
estate - and with the commission he pays, I'd say it won't be
long before I'm in the money. See, I've already had some experience;
it won't take me long to catch up on the market. I'd say, with
any luck, I'll very shortly be showing a very healthy return for
Mr. Tyler Robbins and myself!" She then says, "I must
get out of these clothes." As she goes to head out of the
room, she looks back at Alison and asks, "Aren't you going
to congratulate me?" Alison replies quickly, "Yes, yes.
Congratulations." With that, Pamela leaves the room. Charlie
then looks at Alison and asks in surprise, "What's wrong
with you? Aren't you pleased for her?"
She sits down as Alison replies, "Of course I am.
I'm also worried." Charlie asks in surprise, "What
is there to be worried about?" Alison retorts, "She
is going to be handling large sums of money, in one form or another.
I'm surprised your friend even considered her, given
her record." Charlie, however, smiles, "Oh, she was
very clever about it. There wasn't any mention of it. She told
Tyler she was recently divorced and wanted to get back into the
workforce as an interest." Alison stands up and snaps, "Charlie,
you're forgetting one very important fact: Pamela has already
ripped off her previous boss for thousands of dollars by forging
his signature on cheques - and it took them three years to find
her out. She's a very clever woman; what's to stop her doing the
same thing again?" Looking suddenly shocked, Charlie
murmurs, "Oh dear... it never occurred to me..." She
then declares more certainly, "Still, the poor woman should
be given a chance. I think you're being a little unfair. She's
paid for what she did and she just wants a new start.
Personally, I think you should look at your own attitude."
Alison asks in surprise, "What's that supposed to
mean?" Charlie retorts, "Sounds like sour grapes to
me. You don't like the idea of Pamela not having to rely on you."
A dismissive look crosses Alison's face. She then says tersely,
"I don't think that's what I'm doing." Charlie retorts,
"Don't you? Think about it." Alison hesitates before
saying, "Well... I suppose there's a grain of truth in it
- but it's only natural." Charlie declares, "As long
as you don't let it cloud the real issue - and that is
to give Pamela a chance to make something of herself."
Alison stands there, looking thoughtful.
Susan is sitting with Gordon in Fiona's room at the mansion.
Fiona emerges from the kitchen and tells Susan, "I'm sorry
I can't stay and have a chat, darling, but I've promised to go
and see an old buddy, and I just can't let her down." Susan
murmurs, "That's fine - really." Fiona comments in concern,
"You're not looking on top of it. You make sure you look
after yourself." Susan insists, "I'll be right."
Fiona then turns to Gordon and says, "I don't think you're
going to have much trouble with Robert: I gave him another dose
of medicine before I put him down in his cot." With that,
she heads out. As soon as she's alone with Gordon, Susan remarks,
"You obviously haven't told Fiona about me going back to
Wayne." Gordon retorts, "No." Susan asks, "Why?"
Gordon tells her, "You can't expect other people to do your
dirty work for you." Susan asks in surprise, "What do
you mean 'dirty work'?" Gordon snaps, "Explaining to
your friends and, moreover, to your mother why you made such an
extraordinary decision." Susan grimaces in concern. Gordon
goes on curtly, "From the look on your face, I can tell you
know I'm right. I don't believe your reasons and I doubt
anybody else is going to believe you." Susan sits
there, looking upset.
Alison is exercising in the lounge room at Charlie's. Loud music
is playing. She jumps, suddenly, as Nick appears at the french
windows. She looks at him and then turns off the music, gasping
as she does so, "Frighten me next time!" Nick
shrugs, "I'm sorry, but the decibels beat me at the front
door." Alison smiles, "Ten for persistence." Nick
assures her, "I'm persistent, alright." Alison smiles,
"That's what I admire about you." Nick then tells her,
"I used to work out a lot myself, once." Alison
asks, "What stopped you?" Nick replies, "I lost
the urge. I find you need something to inspire you to
work out properly." Alison muses, "Inspiration takes
all forms..." Nick remarks, "You were obviously inspired
just now..." Alison pauses before suggesting, "I
think it's time I had a shower..." Nick smiles, "Don't
make it a cold one." Alison replies flirtatiously, "I
like my water at body temperature. See you in a few minutes..."
With that, she walks off, leaving Nick with a smile on his face!
Susan is standing on the verandah at the Bendala Detention Centre.
Beryl walks over to her and smiles, "Hello, love. You're
looking a bit tired." Susan explains, "I'm having trouble
sleeping at the moment." Beryl tells her, "You'll have
to stop worrying about me; I'm fine. I've even started
to make a few friends; some of them aren't as bad as you might
think. I'm even getting involved in some of the activities; decided
I was going to think positive." She starts walking along
the verandah. Susan tells her, "Me too: that's how I've
been thinking lately; trying to find the good in all
of this." Beryl smiles, "I'm glad. That's what I hoped
for; makes all of this worthwhile." Susan says nervously,
"I even had a heart-to-heart chat with Wayne before he took
the stand at the trial. I realised then that he regretted what
he'd done to me and to our marriage." Beryl grunts, "Sure
he did." Susan insists, "It's true. The fact
that he didn't incriminate you was proof enough for me that he
meant what he said. So, after a lot of thought, I've decided that
we should try again." Beryl stops in her tracks. A look of
shock crosses her face as she looks at Susan and gasps, "Are
you serious?" Susan cries, "Mum, listen..." Beryl,
however, retorts angrily, "No. You listen to me,
young lady. I put myself in here to give you a chance to make
something better of your life; to start again
- and now you're telling me you've gone back to Wayne?
The man who made you lose your baby? The man who's caused us all
more harm than any other human being?" Susan stares at her
and cries, "Please, you don't understand." Beryl hisses,
"Understand? I could never understand that.
I don't care how much thought you put into making that
decision; you'd better think again." Susan cries,
"I can't." Beryl snaps, "Then get out
of here - and don't come back until you've changed your mind."
Susan mouths, "Mum..." Beryl just snarls, "Did
you hear me? I sacrificed my son and my husband and for what?
For what? For that stinking excuse for a man. Well I
can't take that, Susan. I just can't take that." With that,
she turns and walks away. Susan stands there, looking scared and