It's evening-time. Alison is pouring drinks in the lounge room
at Charlie's. She's wearing a dressing gown and her hair is tousled.
She has a smile on her face. Nick wanders into the room, suddenly,
doing up his shirt. Alison turns to him and, indicating the drinks,
says, "I was going to bring these in." Nick, however,
tells her softly, "I really have to get going." Alison
muses, "You're the fun-and-run type, are you?!" Nick
leans in and kisses her neck, murmuring as he does so, "No
I'm not." Alison looks at the drinks and asks, "Got
time for this?" Nick smiles, "Almost tempted to make
time for a lot more..." Alison asks, "But?"
Nick tells her, "Duty calls." Alison smiles, "How
is it that lust always runs a poor second to duty where professionals
are concerned?" Nick suggests, "I guess we just have
our priorities all wrong!" He then puts on his jacket and
adds, "I'll make up for it next time. I'm assuming there
will be a next time." Alison asks, "Do you
want there to be?" Nick replies, "What do you
think?" Alison shrugs, "The way you're rushing off,
I think you want to forget the whole thing!" Nick assures
her, "That's just you being paranoid. Of course
I want a next time - and the next... and the next..." Alison
smiles, "Don't count your chickens!" Nick asks, "How
about dinner tomorrow night?" Alison tells him, "Pick
me up here at 7:30." Nick says, "Better make it 8; I'm
going to give Charlie's gym a try." He then adds, "Better
go." He turns to head out. Alison looks round and says, "Hey!
What happened to the big romantic exit?" Nick smiles, "I
believe in the old showbiz adage 'leave them wanting more'. Tomorrow
night..." With that, he heads out. Alison stands by the drinks
cabinet, a smile on her face.
The next morning, the public 'phone is ringing in the hallway
at the mansion. Janice runs downstairs to answer it. She picks
up and says, "Hello. Mansion." She listens and then
retorts curtly, "No, Andy's not here; I saw him
going out earlier... I will certainly not leave any messages.
If Andy wishes to run his gigolo service from this telephone,
he can get someone else to be his secretary... You heard:
gigolo service. I can tell from your voice that you're
a woman of more mature years than Andy, and probably married,
too. Have you no shame, madam?" She listens to the response
before snapping, "There's no point getting abusive. Externalisation
of guilt: that's what we call it in Psych class. Now, I suggest
that you show a little dignity and leave Andy be. He doesn't need
women like you pestering him." She hangs up as Fiona emerges
from her room and walks over to her, a look of shock on her face.
She yells at her niece, "What are you? A one-woman morality
crusade?" Janice retorts, "It's not a matter of morals;
it's a matter of social duty. Besides, you were the one who told
me Andy needed help." Fiona growls, "There are subtler
ways of going about it. There is a vast difference between doing
social work and shoving your morals down somebody else's throat."
Janice mutters, "I know that. I'm not stupid." She turns
and marches off back upstairs.
Three female prisoners are standing together in the grounds and
the Bendala Detention Centre. They look across at Beryl and one
of them comments nastily, "Looks like Mrs. High-and-Mighty's
got a few worries. I reckon I'll give her a few more,
eh?" The other women smile evilly. The first prisoner then
walks over to Beryl, who's sitting on a bench on the verandah,
her head buried in her hands. The prisoner bends down to her and
snarls, "Not too happy, Bezza?" Beryl looks up at her
and mutters, "Go away." The prisoner tuts, "That's
not very nice. A mate shows a bit of concern and what's she get
for her trouble? 'Go away'. Anyone would think you're better
than us." Beryl looks at her and retorts, "Anyone's
better than you, Ruth. You're a petty, vicious little
nothing, and if you don't go away I'll make you very sorry you
came over here." Ruth grins sarcastically, "I'm really
scared, Bezza!" She then goes on curtly, "Pam's
not here to help you, now - and the protection money she paid
for you can't last forever. So I wouldn't get too clever, if I
was you." She grabs Beryl's wrist and yanks her to her feet.
Beryl growls, "Let go of me." Ruth taunts, "Make
me." Beryl lashes out suddenly and punches Ruth on the jaw.
Ruth reels back as Beryl snarls, "You want a fight? Well
come on, then, I'll give you one. You'll probably beat
me, but you'll come out not looking too good either. You treat
me like dirt and I'll do exactly the same to you."
Ruth glares at her and starts to threaten, "You've just bought
yourself--" Beryl interrupts and snaps, "I don't care.
You hurt me and I'll hurt you back. I'm learning, Ruth, and I'm
telling you now: you stay away from me or you'll bite off more
than you can chew."
Pamela is standing with Fiona in Fiona's room at the mansion.
She's saying nervously, "I feel like a kid heading off for
her first day at school. I don't know whether to be scared or
delighted or what!" Fiona chuckles, "Of course
you're nervous, but it's only because you've been out of the workforce
for years. It's a new start." Pamela tells her, "I'm
terrified I'll blow it." Fiona, however, insists, "Come
on, you'll be fine." Pamela nods, "Fingers crossed."
She then adds, "I must go - I've got to show this young couple
a house just near here." The 'phone starts ringing suddenly
and Pamela tells Fiona, "You get that; I'll see myself out."
Pamela heads out and Fiona picks up the 'phone. She listens and
then smiles, "Oh, hi, Beryl!" She waves to Pamela -
who's standing by the door - to hold on. She then goes on, "What
a pleasant surprise. How are you?" She listens before replying,
"I'm sorry, dear, he's not here. Is there anything I
can do to help you?" She listens again before saying gently,
"Are you alright? You don't sound so good." Beryl, who's
standing in a corridor at the prison, talking on a public 'phone,
sighs, "It's awful in here, Fiona. I don't know
how much more I can stand. I even just attacked another
prisoner. One minute I was sitting there, the next thing I hit
her. I know they'll come after me, but something just snapped.
What am I turning into, Fiona?" At the mansion, Fiona says
uncertainly, "Er, look, Pamela's here, darling. Would it
help any to talk to her?" Beryl, however, replies,
"No, no, it's no good dragging her back into it
all the time. She's starting a new life; she doesn't want me reminding
her of this place. And it's not only the attack; it's Susan.
When Gordon comes back, can you please say I can do with a visit?"
She listens, but then insists, "No, I really don't want to
talk to her. Bye." With that, she hangs up. Fiona does likewise
at the mansion. Looking surprised, Pamela asks, "Why wouldn't
she talk to me?" Fiona shrugs, "She said she didn't
want to drag you into her troubles." Looking concerned, Pamela
asks, "What's happened?" Fiona tells her, "I'd
say that your bribing that warder is beginning to wear off. She's
getting it rough from the other women again - and she's starting
to lash back." Pamela rolls her eyes and sighs, "They'll
make mincemeat out of her." Fiona nods, "That's
what I'm worried about." She then suggests, "Maybe
you could go and visit her, later on?" Pamela, however, retorts,
"Forget later. Now." Fiona asks quickly,
"What about your job?" Pamela says curtly, "One
of the things you learn inside is that your mates come first."
Fiona points out, "You've got people waiting to see a house."
Pamela shrugs, "Let them wait." With that, she turns
and heads out. Fiona sighs heavily.
A short time later, Beryl and Pamela are walking along a corridor
at the prison. A guard is following them. Beryl says to Pamela,
"Thanks for coming." Pamela smiles, "I wanted to
see how you were getting on." She then glances round at the
guard before saying in a hushed tone, "I found out why Ruth
feels safe to come-on heavy again: the warder I took care of...
he's running scared; he's under investigation." Beryl murmurs,
"Oh. Well, I appreciate what you did. I'll just have to learn
to fight my own battles." Pamela, however, warns
her, "No, Beryl, don't fight. There are two ways to survive
in this place: go with the flow or go for the throat. Me? I'm
the kind of person who can fight and come out on top. You
can't. You fight, all you're going to do is get yourself
in more trouble." Beryl insists, "I can't just sit back
and let Ruth trample all over me." Pamela, however, says,
"Ruth's a moron. The minute some other mug turns up who's
more fun to ride, she'll forget all about you. You want to get
back to Robert as soon as you can, right? Well, the way to do
that is lay low, play it cool and have the warders thinking you're
a model prisoner. Stay out of any brawls." Beryl admits,
"You're probably right. If it wasn't for Robert - and Gordon
- I'd just give up." Pamela tells her, "Don't forget
about your friends: they're all missing you
out there. Mind you, none of them can understand why you decided
to plead guilty, but I guess you had your reasons." Beryl
murmurs, "I'd rather not talk about that." Pamela assures
her, "That's not why I came." She then adds, "Just
remember: stay out of trouble and your time here will be a lot
more bearable. Take it from someone who went the other
way." Beryl smiles, "I'll certainly try."
A while later, Charlie is standing with Pamela in the reception
area at the gym, crying, "You've blown it. A wonderful
job and you just toss it down the drain. Surely seeing Beryl could've
waited? Tyler must have been livid." Pamela
just looks at her and smiles, "Tyler was rapt!"
Charlie, looking astonished, gasps, "Why?" Pamela explains,
"Because I made a sale." Charlie asks in surprise, "How?"
Pamela tells her, "I called the young couple and told them
that the house they were going to see really wasn't the right
one for them and that we were arranging for them to see something
much more suitable - so that we had to put off the appointment
for a couple of hours. Gave me time to see Beryl. They loved what
I eventually did show them and they're buying. $200,000; the other
was £130,000. Big difference in commission for the agency."
Charlie smiles, "And for you!" Pamela declares, "Exactly!"
Debbie is standing in the lounge room at Beryl's, the 'phone
to her ear. She sighs heavily and asks, "Can't you just see
me?" She listens to the response before sighing, "OK.
I understand." She hangs up as Craig walks in from the kitchen
and says, "I'm going to pick up my exam results. Want to
come?" Debbie tells him wearily, "I'd like to, but I've
got to keep trying here." She's holding the newspaper,
and she sighs, "There must be something that's not
already taken." Craig asks, "What's wrong with that
one?" Debbie retorts, "They've had so many applicants
they've just stopped taking names. I mean, I could be perfect
for the job, but they won't even give me an interview." Craig
assures her, "Something will turn up." Debbie turns
back to the 'phone, leaving Craig standing and teasing, "'Good
luck, Craig.' 'Oh, right, thanks, Deb.' 'You'll get all As, no
worries; you're a genius.' 'Yeah, I know, but even we geniuses
aren't too sure now and then!'" Debbie turns to him and smiles,
"Shut up! Sorry, I should have said something. Good luck!"
Craig gives her a kiss and then goes to head out. When he's gone,
Debbie picks up the 'phone again and starts dialling a number.
When the call is answered, she says, "Hello, my name's Debbie
Halliday. I'm ringing about the job; I guess it's already taken...
It's not? Great!"
A 'plane comes into land on a runway at a small airfield. Debbie
is sitting in an office in a building nearby, telling a man in
his thirties, who's sitting at a desk opposite her, "You
can call me egotistical, if you like, but I'm exactly the person
you need." The man muses, "I reckon the five other girls
I interviewed today would have thought the same thing. Why do
you reckon you're the one?" Debbie smiles, "Confidence,
I suppose. Or desperation! I'm not sure which!" The man mutters,
"You're not one of these women's-libbers, are you? The last
one I had wouldn't do this, she wouldn't do that... Some bull
about imposing the traditional female role on her. All I did was
ask her to make me a ruddy sandwich." Debbie looks at him
and asks, "Why couldn't you make your own sandwich?"
The man retorts immediately, "There you go: that's what she
said. You are one of those bra-burning sheilas, then!"
Debbie grins, but assures him, "No, no, I was just wondering,
that's all." The man stands up as he tells her, "I was
ruddy flat-tack, that's why. She was sitting there doing her nails,
so I didn't think it was too much to ask. She was a lazy cow;
I'm better off without her." He then looks around
at the state of the office as he adds, "Mind you, the place
has got a bit disorganised since she left. Tell you what: I have
to go out; have a go at putting it back into shape. Do a fair
enough job and I'll give you a go." Debbie stares at him
and gasps, "You mean it?" The man tells her, "I
wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. She's all yours, girlie."
With that, he heads out. Debbie looks round at the mess in the
room and mouths to herself, "Well, it's a job. At
least, it could be..."
Craig arrives back at Beryl's to find the place deserted. He
calls for Debbie, but there's no answer. He sits down on the couch
and unfolds a sheet of green paper. He stares at it and sighs
Debbie is busy scrubbing the office at the airfield with a cloth
when the door opens and the man who interviewed her steps inside.
He looks around and remarks, "Cleaning around like there's
no tomorrow. That's what I like to see: a woman who knows her
place." Debbie spins round to stare at him, a frown on her
face. The man grins, "Almost got you!" He then tells
Debbie, "Like your style, girlie: you did a good job."
Debbie asks, "Does this mean I'm employed?" The man
goes to a nearby filing cabinet and opens a drawer. He then tells
Debbie, "You are if you can tell me what you did in here.
If I'm thinking straight, schedules should be filed away under
'S', right?" Debbie, however, replies, "Er, no. Under
'T'." The man asks in surprise, "When did schedules
become tedules?!" Debbie chuckles, "When they became
timetables. You might call them schedules, but they were
written as 'Timetables' on the top; that's what I went by."
She walks over to the cabinet and takes out a file. The man takes
it as he says, "First rule in this office: never believe
anything you read. Schedules... 'S'. Got a bit to learn, haven't
you?!" Debbie nods, "Looks like it. At least I've got
a job!" She smiles at the man in relief.
It's evening-time. Fiona, Janice and Nick are all exercising
in the main room at the gym. Charlie walks over to Nick suddenly
and smiles, "There you are, darling. Getting fit
for tonight?!" Nick shrugs, "I can't imagine what you're
talking about, Charlie!" Charlie slaps his shoulder lightly
and smiles, "Cheeky! A little bird told me you were having
a dinner-a-deux, c'est soir!" She then adds, "If
Alison ever loses interest, you know where to find me!" Across
the room, Janice, who's working out with some light weights, looks
down at her body and complains to Fiona, "I have been doing
these for months now, and nothing." Fiona
just tells her, "Some are born great, some achieve greatness--"
Charlie joins them and asks, "What are we talking about?"
Fiona tells her, "Janice's boobs!" Janice, looking shocked,
admonishes, "Aunty!" Charlie, however, tells her, "Oh,
it's just between us girls, darling. Don't be coy. And Fiona's
right." Janice demands, "What do you mean?"
Charlie tells her, "Look at Caroline: born great. Look at
me: greatness achieved. And we all know who has the greatness
thrust upon them!" Janice asks blankly, "Who?"
Charlie beams, "Any man you can catch, darling!" With
that, she adds, "Ciao, darlings. I'm off home."
She heads out as Andy walks in. He marches over to Janice and
snaps, "I should kill you." Janice retorts,
"I don't know what you're talking about." Andy growls,
"I just had a call from Mrs. Klein, cancelling our date."
Janice growls, "Don't blame me if your older and
married lady friend got an attack of conscience." Andy snaps,
"She just decided she did not want the hassle or the abuse.
I'm warning you, Janice: butt out." Janice warns him coldly,
"Some people need saving from themselves." Andy snaps,
"You'll need saving, if you're not careful."
With that, he marches back out. Fiona rolls her eyes!
Alison is lying on the couch in semi-darkness at Charlie's. Charlie
sweeps in and trills, "C'est moi, darling!"
She then looks at Alison lying there and asks in concern, "What's
wrong? Are you alright?" Alison replies, "Yes, I'm fine.
Why?" Charlie explains, "You were lying down. I thought
you might not be feeling well." Alison, however, tells her,
"I'm just thinking." Charlie beams, "No need to
ask what about. How romantic!" Alison is holding a single
red rose and she tells Charlie, "He brought this over this
afternoon. He's the first man in ages who's made me feel
anything." Charlie comments in surprise, "I thought
we were talking a little dalliance here. It's not serious,
is it?" Alison replies, "I didn't think so,
but it's all I've thought about all day." Charlie sits down
on the edge of the couch that Alison's lying on and says gently,
"If he does turn out to be Mr. Right, I couldn't
be happier for you. You've gone too long without that someone
special." Alison murmurs, "I know it's early days yet,
but I feel so good with him. I don't want it to be just
a fling; I want more than that." Charlie sighs distantly,
"Don't we all. Oh, one's a fine number, but there
are times when two beats it hands-down." Alison tells her,
"I think this is one of them..."
Nick is about to head out of the gym when he bumps into Pamela
coming in. He smiles quickly, "Whoops!" Pam laughs,
"Sorry! I'm so anxious to start my workout, I'm bulldozing
the clients in the process!" Nick tells her, "Enjoy
it! I've done my quota of suffering for the night!"
Pamela smiles, "It can't have been that bad, surely,
not for an impressive physical specimen like yourself." Nick
laughs, "Flattery will get you everywhere. See you around!"
He goes to head out. Pamela, however, tells him quickly, "I
had my first day at work today; pulled off a coup. Feel like helping
me celebrate?" Nick stands there, looking slightly uncomfortable.
Pamela adds quickly, "This is the era of the liberated woman:
we're allowed to make the suggestions!" Nick says
quickly, "Sorry - I didn't mean to look... well, how I looked."
He then adds, "Thanks for the offer, but I'm already booked-up
for tonight. Some other time?" Pamela nods, "I'll hold
you to that." With that, Nick heads out. Pamela's eyes follow
him. Fiona emerges from the main room as he goes. Pamela looks
across at her and smiles, "What I wouldn't have done to have
had something like that tucked away in my cell when I
was inside!" Fiona asks, "Interested?" Pamela replies,
"That's putting it mildly!" Fiona comments, "I
thought he was seeing Alison." Pamela replies dismissively,
"No, there's nothing serious there." Fiona tells her,
"I understood from Charlie that there was."
Pamela shrugs, "Not unless Alison's keeping secrets. No,
I think I've got a clear field..."
It's late evening when Debbie arrives back at Beryl's. She walks
into the lounge room, where Michelle and Craig are sitting at
the dining table, working. She smiles, "Hi! Am I bushed!"
Craig asks coolly, "Where have you been? I was worried."
Debbie replies, "Would you believe it? I've got a job! I'm
a secretary at an airfield. I rang to let you know, but I couldn't
get an answer." Craig retorts, "I've been here all afternoon,
except for a few visits to the shops." Debbie comments, "Must
have missed you then." Craig mutters, "Must
have..." He then asks coldly, "Are you going to be this
late all the time?" Debbie yawns as she replies,
"Yeah, there'll be a few late nights involved - and it's
such a hike without a car." She then turns and heads out
to the kitchen. As she does so, she calls back, "Hey! Remember
our bet: I got the job first, so you study full-time - and no
arguments!" She heads into the kitchen. When she's gone,
Michelle asks Craig, "Are you going to tell her about your
exam results?" Craig mutters, "Why bother?" Michelle
points out, "You passed." Craig retorts, "Just."
Michelle insists, "You still passed." Craig
growls, "She couldn't even be bothered asking."
Michelle tells him, "She's just excited about her job; she'll
remember." Craig just turns back to the books in front of
them. As he goes to open one of them, a sheet of paper falls out.
He looks at it: it has a pencil sketch of Michelle on it, with
the words 'Woof! Woof!' written underneath. Craig stares at it
and then asks, "You been getting more of these?"
Michelle grabs the sheet of paper and screws it up as she retorts,
"It doesn't matter." Craig, however, insists, "Sure
it does. I'll see if I can find out who's doing it." Michelle
tells him, "You've got better things to do with
your time." Craig says curtly, "I'm going to do
it, alright?" Michelle smiles gratefully, "Alright.
Thanks." Craig turns back to the text book. Michelle gives
him a look...
Fiona is tidying-up her room at the mansion. She rolls her eyes
as she hears Andy and Janice arguing in the hallway. Andy is yelling,
"I'm telling you, Janice, I'm not going to change for you
or anyone." Janice snaps, "I don't know how
you can live with yourself, playing up with these pathetic
women with mid-life crises." Andy growls, "Just because
you have done a few weeks of a psychology course, you think you're
turning into Sigmund Freud. I'm sick and tired of you trying to
convert me." Fiona throws her hands up in despair, suddenly,
and she heads for her door and out into the hallway. She snaps
at Janice and Andy, "Hold it, hold it, hold it. Can you two
bring it back?" Andy glares at Janice and snaps at Fiona,
"Will you get this girl off my back? She's driving me crazy."
Fiona, however, says to him, "I'll tell you what: now, you
think Janice is a prude; that she can't give you any advice because
she's too stitched-up to see it, right?" Andy nods, "Spot-on."
Janice admonishes, "Aunty!" Fiona turns to her niece
and continues, "And you think that Andy has lived
too much; that he's ruining his life with his loose-living."
Janice retorts, "Totally." Andy mutters, "I've
had enough of this." He goes to walk off. Fiona, however,
says quickly, "Hold it, hold it. I'll do you both a deal."
She looks at Andy and goes on, "You try and get
on the straight and narrow for a week." She turns to Janice
and adds, "And you try and unwind a bit." Andy
starts to protest, "But that's--" Fiona interrupts him
and snaps, "Just try and see each other's perspective for
a few days and then we'll talk about it again." Andy protests,
"It's stupid." Janice adds heatedly, "What's it
going to do?" Fiona snaps, "It's a challenge - and if
you were any sort of a social worker, you'd jump at the
chance." Looking back at Andy, she adds, "It's the only
way you're going to get her off your back." She then says,
"OK, troops, do we have a deal?" Andy mutters, "OK,
deal." Janice mutters reluctantly, "Deal."
Nick and Alison are sitting on the couch in the lounge room at
Charlie's. Nick is wearing a white tuxedo and Alison is wearing
a shimmering dark purple dress. The lights have been turned down
and romantic music is playing. Candles have been lit on the coffee
table. Alison looks into Nick's eyes and comments, "It was
very tactful of Charlie to suddenly discover she had an appointment!"
Nick smiles, "I thought so." He then clinks
the glass of champagne that he's holding against Alison's glass
and proposes, "To what I know will be a wonderful evening."
They both sip from their glasses. Nick then takes Alison's glass
and places it gently on the coffee table. He looks into her eyes.
Neither of them hears the front door open. Pamela walks into the
room, suddenly, to find Nick nuzzling Alison's neck. She stares
at them, furiously, and then marches back out to the front door.
She opens it - but then hesitates and looks back round to the
lounge room. She has a stony look on her face as she mutters quietly,
"Enjoy it while you can, sis..."