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 in disbelief.

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 upset.