Gordon walks into a restaurant. The maître d' is
standing by the door and Gordon tells him, "Gordon Hamilton."
The maître d' indicates a table where a businessman
is sitting. Gordon walks over to him and smiles, "Ron!"
Ronald Lawler stands up and shakes Gordon's hand, telling him,
"Good to see you." Gordon nods, "You too."
Lawler then remarks, "I think you've lost a bit of weight
since the last time I saw you!" Gordon sits down and Lawler
goes on, "Business must be good. I read the other day where
Hamilton Industries bought into another company." Gordon,
however, tells him, "I wouldn't know anything about that.
I resigned from the Board; Wayne's running the company
now." Looking surprised, Lawler remarks, "You've still
got a financial interest?" Gordon, however, explains,
"No, I've given in the lot. For various reasons I decided
to make a clean break - which was fine for a while - the rest
did me a world of good - but I find I'm getting a bit bored sitting
at home, twiddling my thumbs - which is where you come
in: I was wondering if you might have something going in your
company. You always said you wanted me on the Board." Lawler,
raising his eyebrows, nods, "That's true - and you always
turned me down." Gordon explains, "That's why I'm here:
I'm not ready to go out to pasture yet; there's a few years left
in me." Lawler comments, "That's good to hear."
He then suggests, "Why don't we order something and talk
about it over the meal?"
Janice emerges from the main room at the gym. Andy is standing
in the reception area and Janice tells him, "I'm just going
to get lunch." Andy warns quickly, "Listen, you'd better
watch out for your purse; I just had my wallet knocked-off."
Looking shocked, Janice asks, "Where from? That takeaway
place?" Andy nods, "Mmm. I was waiting to be served,
and when it came to paying, I went for me wallet and found it
had gone. I'm broke until payday now." Janice declares immediately,
"Retribution. That's God's way of letting you know he's not
happy that you took 'gifts' from your lady friends." Andy
mutters, "Knock it off, Janice." Janice just asks, "Would
you like me to shout you lunch?" Andy, however,
retorts, "No thankyou; I'd rather choke."
At the restaurant, Gordon folds up his napkin and declares, "That
was an excellent meal!" He then says to Ron Lawler, "So,
do you think you might have something for me?" Lawler, however,
admits, "I don't know, Gordon. I'd love to have
you on the Board, but we've got a full complement at the moment.
I could always have a word with my personnel manager..."
Gordon tells him, "It doesn't matter what it is,
really; just something to keep the old brain cells moving."
Lawler says, "I'll see what I can do." He then picks
up the bill and adds, "I'll fix that." Standing up,
he tells Gordon, "I'll get back to you when I can."
Gordon shakes his hand and says, "I look forward to hearing
from you." With that, Lawler heads out. Gordon goes to follow
him. As he does so, he doesn't notice Nick sitting at one of the
tables he passes. Nick spots him, though, and he calls,
"Gordon! Aren't you even going to say hello?" Gordon
turns to him and replies apologetically, "Sorry, Nick, I
didn't see you there. You were just leaving?" Nick nods,
"Yes." Gordon tells him, "I was lost in a little
world of my own." Nick admits, "So was I. Got my nose
stuck into this book and couldn't put it down." He indicates
his copy of My Sister My Love. Gordon remarks in surprise,
"I didn't think you'd be the type to read rubbish
like that." Nick admits, "I don't
normally, but when it's based on people you know... The character
based on Alison fascinates me. Is she really as black as she's
painted?" Gordon gives him a look.
Alison is talking on the 'phone in the lounge room at Charlie's,
saying, "Yes, is Dr. Benson there? It's Alison Carr."
She listens to the response before sighing, "It seems to
be a very long one. Is he really out to lunch
or is he just avoiding me?" She listens again before saying,
"Could you tell him to call me when he gets back? Thankyou."
She hangs up. Charlie, who's sitting on one of the couches, asks,
"No luck?" Alison murmurs, "I don't know whether
to believe her or not." Charlie suggests, "You'll
just have to wait 'til he calls." Alison retorts, "If
he calls. When he's finished reading the book, he probably won't
even want to know me. Damn Wayne for showing
it to him." Charlie points out, "There's no point worrying
about it, darling; there's nothing you can do." As Alison
goes to sit down next to Charlie, she brushes against Pamela's
handbag, which is resting on the coffee table. It falls onto the
floor and Alison goes to pick it up. Pamela, who's sitting on
the other couch, stands up to help her. As Alison picks up the
bag, a chequebook falls out. Alison looks at it and asks Pamela,
"What's this?" Pamela retorts, "It's a chequebook."
Alison asks, "With open cheques?" Pamela nods, "Yeah."
Alison remarks suspiciously, "A company chequebook with open
cheques. You're not thinking of embezzling some money from the
agency, are you?" Looking appalled, Charlie gasps,
"Alison!" Alison, however, retorts, "Charlie, real
estate agencies do not hand out open cheques to their agents."
Pamela says curtly, "They didn't 'hand it out'. They're very
happy with my work and they trusted me enough to go to the bank
and pick up a new one. There's nothing underhand about it."
Alison asks, "Are you sure?" Pamela retorts, "It's
the truth; I can prove it." She reaches
into her handbag and takes out a sheet of paper, which she hands
to Alison. She tells her, "Signed authorisation from the
company accountant. Satisfied?" Alison looks at the sheet
of paper and mutters, "Yes. I'm sorry. It's just that you
and I are very much alike, and you know what they say about twins.
If there's a shortcut to the top, you might be tempted."
Pamela growls, "Thankyou for the vote of confidence."
Alison just retorts, "I'm warning you: if you are
thinking of getting up to something, I'll be the first to know
about it." Pamela just says coldly, "Well I'm not
- so you and your psychic link can rest easy. You don't know what
I think, and I doubt if you ever will..."
Michael emerges from his room at the mansion, holding a pile
of textbooks. As he goes to head for the front door, Fiona emerges
from her room and smiles, "You having a bit of a
clean-up?" Michael nods, "Those medical books I was
getting rid of." Fiona asks, "What are you going to
do with them?" Michael tells her, "Sell them to the
second-hand bookshop at the uni." Fiona says quickly, "I
can save you a trip - I know someone who wants a good set of books;
probably do a deal for you." Michael exclaims, "Great
if you could!" Fiona tells him, "Just leave
them in the flat and I'll get to it as soon as I possibly can."
Michael heads off into Fiona's room just as Gordon walks into
the mansion through the front door. Fiona smiles at him, "How
was lunch?" Gordon, heading for her room, replies, "Come
inside and I'll tell you."
Andy is helping train a young man in the main room at the gym.
The man is lifting weights with his legs and Andy is saying, "Just
a bit longer and then you can take a break." The man grimaces,
"I don't know if I can do much more; I shouldn't
have had such a big lunch." Andy mutters, "You're lucky
you had some; I missed out and I'm starving."
The man comments, "I can smell barbecue chicken out there."
Andy remarks, "You know what? So can I. I think I might go
outside and see if I can con some. Remember: concentrate on those
legs." With that, he heads out to the reception area - where
he finds Charlie feeding barbecued chicken to Isabella! He gasps
in astonishment, "What are you doing feeding it chicken?"
Charlie corrects sternly, "'Her', not 'it'." Andy mutters,
"Her, then." Charlie explains, "She's
not feeling in a very good mood so I bought her one of her favourites;
I thought it might cheer her up, but she's not eating it."
Andy exclaims, "Do you know you spoil this thing rotten?"
Charlie insists, "Why not? She's worth it."
Andy says, "It's a waste, that's all." Charlie
just shrugs, "That's your opinion." She then
adds, "Could you take over here? I'll go and buy some chocolate
truffles; we'll see if that cheers her up!" With
that, Charlie heads out. Andy picks up a chicken wing and bites
into it, saying to Isabella, "Cheers!"
Gordon is sitting with Fiona in her room at the mansion, telling
her, "I should be on my feet financially in no time; I'll
have that loan paid off before I know where I am." Fiona
beams delightedly, "The meeting must have been a success
then." Gordon says, "Let's just say that I'm confident
that he'll come up with something." The 'phone starts ringing
suddenly and Fiona stands up to answer it. She listens and then
smiles, "Hello, Beryl, darling. How are you?... Yes, indeed,
he's right here. I'll put him on." She hands Gordon the 'phone
and he says, "Hello, Beryl." From the public 'phone
in the corridor at the Bendala Detention Centre, Beryl says uncertainly,
"Hello, Gordon. Er... I was wondering: could you do me a
favour? Could you bring me in some toiletries: perfume... talcum
powder... lipstick... and some chocolates?" She listens to
Gordon's response before explaining, "Let's just say it's
a peace offering to the natives." At the mansion, Gordon
remarks, "I don't understand." He listens before exclaiming,
"That's outrageous. You shouldn't have to buy
your safety; tell one of the warders what's going on." Beryl,
however, retorts, "That would only make things worse,
believe me. The rules are very different in here, Gordon. Would
you just do as I ask? Please?" She listens and then smiles
in relief, "Thankyou." Changing the subject, she asks,
"How's Robert?" Gordon tells her, "He's fine. He
still has days when he frets for you, but generally speaking he's
getting used to not having you around." A slight look of
disappointment crosses Beryl's face. She then says, "If he's
too much trouble for you and Fiona, you could send him down to
Macedon, to be with mum and dad... Well, it's something to think
about, anyway." She then tells Gordon, "I'll have to
go, Gordon - my time's run out. Give my love to everyone."
At the mansion, Gordon says mutedly, "Bye." He hangs
up before turning to Fiona and saying, "She wants me to bring
in a parcel of toiletries: the price she's paying for her protection."
Sitting down, he murmurs in concern, "Some of those things
can be terribly expensive. Everything's beginning to mount up.
I just hope I get that job." Fiona sighs, "I do wish
I could help, but I've just committed myself to buying Michael's
books in the hope that he'll change his mind and go back to medicine."
Gordon murmurs, "I'll manage somehow." Fiona then tells
him, "You're very welcome to go through my bathroom: there's
lots of things there that I've been given as presents over the
years. I've never used them; it'll help fill up the parcel."
Gordon says gratefully, "Thankyou." He still looks worried,
There's a sharp knock on the front door at Charlie's. Alison
emerges from the lounge room to answer it. She finds Nick standing
on the step. He comments, "I hear you've been trying to contact
me." He steps inside as Alison replies, "Yes, I tried
calling a few times. Your receptionist said you were out to lunch."
In the lounge room, Pamela sips from a drink and listens as Nick
replies, "I don't normally take that long, but today
I became engrossed in this book and I just had to keep reading
it." Alison says, "So? What do you think?" Nick
tells her, "It's fascinating - the way you're portrayed,
I mean: how your mind works... what you'll do to get your own
way... You're one hell of a woman." Alison asks, "Do
you really believe everything you read?" Nick just tells
her, "How much is fact and how much is fiction, I'm not yet
sure - but I'm going to enjoy finding out; in fact, I'm quite
looking forward to my journey of discovery..." In the lounge
room, a look of annoyance crosses Pamela's face.
A short time later, in the lounge room, Nick is telling Alison
and Pamela, "The thing that got me about the book
was the way it went into the psychic link between the twins."
Alison asks, "Why?" Nick explains, "That was the
subject I did my thesis on. I got caught up in it then
and I still find it fascinating." Alison muses,
"I suppose it is, rather." She then asks, "Do
you have time for a cup of tea?" Nick nods, "Providing
it's quick - I can hear my patients calling!" Alison stands
up and heads out of the room. When she's gone, Pamela looks at
Nick and asks, "Did you know Alison and I were twins?"
Nick, looking astonished, replies, "No!" Pamela goes
on, "I believe in all that 'psychic link' business, too;
I think we share something like that." Looking impressed,
Nick tells her, "I'd like to get together and talk about
it some time." Pamela smiles, "Fine by me -
all you have to do is say when..."
It's evening-time. Janice is standing in the hallway at the mansion.
She looks at her watch, impatiently. The front door opens suddenly
and Andy walks in. Janice demands immediately, "Have you
just come back from the gym?" Andy nods, "Yeah."
Janice snaps, "You're late." Andy sighs wearily,
"I had to put some extra time in with one of my so-called
ladies; she wasn't too keen to take 'no' for an answer."
Janice asks, "But she did?" Andy nods, "Eventually."
Janice smiles, "I'm pleased. You're making very good progress,
Andy. The first day's always the hardest - it's like giving up
smoking, I suppose - but before you know it, you'll be a new person."
Andy mutters, "Something to look forward to." Janice
beams, "I can't wait to tell Aunt Fiona how you're going."
With that, she heads off into Fiona's room. Andy goes and knocks
on Michael's door. Michael answers it, wearing a suit. Andy says
to him, "I was wondering if you'd like some company for a
meal." Michael, however, replies, "Sorry, mate - I'm
just on my way to Charlie's: I'm meeting someone who might be
giving me a job running a health farm." With that, he heads
off down the corridor, leaving Andy standing looking deflated.
A short time later, Charlie opens her front door and says to
Michael brightly, "Come in, darling." Michael tells
her, "Sorry I'm late." Charlie, however, assures him,
"Not to worry - Sandy's just arrived, herself. Pamela's keeping
her occupied and I'm pouring the drinks." Michael asks, "Just
the four of us, is there?" Charlie explains, "Alison
had to go out to a business meeting. She's coming back later,
but she's going out to dinner with Nick." She then lowers
her voice and carries on, "Just a little quiet word before
we go in: don't say too much to Sandy about the job; the main
thing tonight is for you and Sandy to get to know each
other." Michael replies, "OK. Does she know why I'm
here?" Charlie nods, "Oh yes! Pamela told her
you want a job, but just don't push it - although I'm sure she's
going to be very pleased with you! Come on in!" Pamela is
sitting in the lounge room with Sandy. They look up as the door
opens and Charlie beams, "Here we are!" Sandy comments,
"The man in question!" Pamela tells Sandy, "I'd
like you to meet Michael Benson." She then adds for Michael's
benefit, "Sandy Hirst." Sandy shakes Michael's hand
and says, "Pleased to meet you." Charlie offers Michael
a drink. He asks for something light. He then adds, "Do you
mind if I use your bathroom for a moment?" Charlie smiles,
"Of course not, darling." Michael heads out of the room,
leaving Sandy to comment, "He seems a very nice
young man!" Pamela tells her, "I thought you'd
be impressed." Sandy assures her, "I am. I've
got a feeling things are going to work out very well..."
Pamela and Charlie glance at each other.
Andy is talking on the 'phone in the hallway at the mansion,
saying curtly, "Come on, Joe, how many pizzas have I bought
off you? I almost kept you in business on my own. Surely
I'm good for at least one credit?... 'Til payday."
He listens and then snaps, "Thanks for nothing." He
slams down the 'phone just as Janice emerges from Fiona's room
and smiles, "Andy! I was just coming to look for
you." Andy sighs, "What is it now?" Janice tells
him, "I meant what I said about being pleased with your progress
today - so much so that I'm going to reward you. Come into Fiona's:
she wants to be there for the presentation." Andy asks, "What's
the reward?" Janice, however, tells him, "It's a surprise."
A few moments later, Janice is showing Andy a piece of framed
needlework, on which has been stitched a flower and the words
'Suffer Little Children...' Janice is telling Andy, "This
is of great sentimental value to me. I made it at Sunday school,
when I was eight, but I'd like you to have it because I think
it's very appropriate." Andy, staring at the needlework derisively,
starts to say, "Listen, Janice, if it really means that much
to you--" Janice interrupts and insists, "I want
you to have it." Fiona, who's dishing up some dinner at the
table, says, "Accept it in the spirit in which it's given
Andy." Andy takes the needlework and murmurs, "Thankyou."
Fiona goes on, "Janice tells me that you've come through
with flying colours. Keep up the good work!" Andy murmurs,
"Yeah." He then remarks, "The food smells great,
it really does." Fiona asks, "You hungry?" Andy
says quickly, "I'm starving. I had my wallet pinched
today before I could buy any lunch and I haven't eaten since breakfast
- apart from a little bit of a chicken leg." Fiona, however,
cries, "I'm so sorry - I've only made enough for
Janice and I and I don't think it's going to stretch any further;
but I'll tell you what: you're more than welcome to make a sandwich,
if that's what you'd like." Andy mutters sarcastically, "Thankyou,
Fiona, you're such a lifesaver." He goes to head off to the
kitchen. Fiona calls after him, "Andy, the bread's stale.
Sorry!" Andy mutters, "It's food." Fiona
looks at Janice and they both burst out laughing!
Pamela is sitting next to Sandy on one of the couches in the
lounge room at Charlie's. Michael is sitting on the other couch.
Charlie walks in from the hallway and announces, "I've just
checked dinner and we'll be eating in 15 minutes. Anyone want
a top-up?" Michael says, "I'm alright, thanks."
Sandy says, "I won't say no." As Charlie refills
her glass, Michael remarks, "I thought you'd be anti-alcohol."
Sandy, however, tells him, "Darling, I run a health
farm; I'm not a disciple." Michael comments, "I
just thought you'd be out to set an example." Sandy just
shrugs, "It's a business. Makes me a lot of money. At the
moment, health farms are the in place to go." Michael looks
at her and asks warily, "What do you see my role
as?" Sandy replies, "A doctor, of course. You
could be a very valuable asset. Once word got round that you were
on our staff, the farm would have instant credibility." Michael
asks, "Does that mean it doesn't now?" Sandy
corrects, "I should have said it would add more
credibility." Michael presses, "And with me on board,
you could charge more." Sandy nods, "Probably."
Michael pauses before saying, "I might be old-fashioned,
but I always thought with people's health the patient came first
and the money second. You seem to have the emphasis the
other way round." Charlie looks at Pamela in concern. Sandy
tells Michael, "Not totally, but no one likes to run a business
at a loss." Michael replies, "True, but you
don't seem to have much regard for your clients. I couldn't
work for you." Sandy points out sharply, "I haven't
even offered you the job." Michael just shrugs,
"I wouldn't take it if you did." Sandy stands
up and, looking at Charlie, says coolly, "Thanks for the
drinks. If you don't mind, I won't stay for the meal." She
then adds, "Sorry things didn't work out, Pamela; we'll talk
later." Charlie murmurs, "I'll see you to your car."
The two of them head out. Michael looks at Pamela and mouths,
"Sorry." Pamela insists, "It's not your
fault. It was worth a try." The 'phone starts ringing suddenly
and Pamela goes to answer it. She listens and then says, "Hi.
Could you you just hang on a minute?" She turns to Michael
and mouths, "Would you mind? It's private." Michael
stands up and leaves the room. Pamela then returns to the 'phone
and says, "She's gone out for dinner; won't be back until
late." The caller is Nick, who's sitting behind his desk
at his office. Looking disappointed, he tells Pamela, "I'd
booked a table for two at my favourite restaurant." Pamela
says quickly, "No need to cancel, is there? Waste
a good evening?" Nick declares, "Alright. I'll pick
you up in half an hour." He listens before saying,
"No, if that's what you want, I can just as easily meet you
there. Bye." At Charlie's, Pamela hangs up, looking pleased
A while later, Pamela is being shown to a table at the same restaurant
that Nick and Gordon ate in earlier. Pamela takes a seat opposite
Nick. As she sits down, Nick says, "Tell me: was Alison's
dinner engagement pre-planned or a spur-of-the-moment thing?"
Pamela shrugs, "Spur-of-the-moment, I think." Nick raises
his eyebrows and remarks, "You only think? I thought
you'd know - considering you've both got this psychic
link." Pamela smiles, "I've just sat down and you're
onto this thing already!" Nick points out, "I
told you: the subject fascinates me." Pamela
says, "Before we get into a clinical discussion, can we order?"
Nick comments, "You'd like me to order for both
of us, right?" Pamela smiles, "You're the expert. Surprise
Charlie walks into her lounge room holding two plates of Black
Forest cake. She hands one to Michael, who's still sitting on
the couch, and sighs, "I'm going to pay for this
indulgence in the morning, when I step on the scales!" She
sits down on the other couch and adds, "Seeing as how the
dinner party was reduced from four to two, there's plenty more
outside, if you want it!" She then goes on, "It's a
pity Sandy didn't stay; I've always found her rather
nice." Michael muses, "Maybe, but she's obviously
more interested in big bucks than she is in people's health. Surely
you can see that?" Charlie comments, "Yes,
well... I suppose the fees she charges are hardly peanuts, but,
still, I'm sorry it didn't work out for you and her." Michael
shrugs, "We just weren't meant to get into bed together."
Charlie gives him a look. He adds quickly, "Metaphorically
speaking!" Charlie smiles, "I'm glad you clarified that!"
She then asks, "What are you going to do now? Go back to
the hospital?" Michael, however, tells her, "No way.
I'm not worried, though: something will turn up."
The front door bangs suddenly and Alison walks in. Charlie smiles,
"Hello, darling." Alison says to her, "Did Nick
call about dinner?" Charlie, however, tells her, "Afraid
not." Alison heads over to the 'phone and says, "I'll
try him again." As she starts dialling, she asks, "Where's
Pamela?" Charlie replies, "She went out to work; something
about contracts being exchanged." Alison finishes dialling
on the 'phone and waits for the call to be answered. After a few
seconds, though, she comments, "No one's there. That's odd."
Charlie asks in surprise, "Why?" Alison just tells her,
"Something's wrong, Charlie. I don't know what, but I've
got a feeling things aren't right..."
At the restaurant, a waiter removes Nick and Pamela's plates.
As he walks away, Pamela smiles at Nick, "I don't believe
this is really happening!" Nick asks, "What?" Pamela
replies, "You and me having dinner together - alone. I knew
you were interested, but you backed-off for some reason."
Nick leans towards her and says, "Confession time: when we
had that argument at Charlie's and you accused me of holding the
fact that you'd been in jail against you, I denied it; the truth
is I lied. I know it's stupid, considering I'm a psychiatrist,
but I can't help it: it all goes back to when I was young: something
happened that could have landed me in jail and I've been funny
about jails ever since." Pamela smiles at him and remarks,
"A lot of people are funny about prisons."
Nick nods, "I know, but it's something I really have to get
over - and I couldn't think of a nicer person to help me do it."
He then adds, "That's enough about me. Let's get down to
the nitty gritty." Pamela beams, "I'm surprised you
managed to control yourself this long." Nick assures
her, "It hasn't been easy!" He then goes on more seriously,
"Now tell me: can you think of a particular instance when
you knew what Alison was thinking or feeling?" Pamela pauses
before replying, "Last night: you and Alison were together.
It was somewhere surrounded by water... like in a bath or a jacuzzi
or something." Nick exclaims, "That's amazing!"
Pamela smiles triumphantly, "I knew it!" Nick
looks at her and says, "I must tell Alison." Pamela,
however, replies quickly, "I don't think that's such a good
idea: she's not as comfortable talking about it as I
am; she doesn't feel the link as strongly as I do." Nick
suggests, "Then I'll just have to concentrate on you.
We'll have to spend a lot more time with each other." Pamela
replies, "No argument from me - but Alison gets
a bit jealous; she wouldn't like it if she knew we were spending
a lot of time together - especially having dinner tonight."
Nick assures her, "I'll be very discreet; she won't know
anything about it. It'll just be between you and me." Pamela
smiles at him, broadly.
Sometime later, Pamela arrives back at Charlie's to find Alison
staring out into the dark through the french windows. Pamela beams,
"Hi!" Alison turns to her and remarks, "You look
like you've been enjoying yourself." Pamela smiles, "I
had almost forgotten what it was like! Been a long time since
I've let my hair down." She sits down on the couch as Alison
asks, "Who was the lucky man?" Pamela shrugs, "Just
some guy from work. You wouldn't believe how those real-estate
guys play up when they've made a sale: we must have sampled every
cocktail on the menu - including something called a 'Brainbuster'!"
She then asks, "So. What about you? Thought you were having
dinner with Nick tonight." Alison retorts, "So
did I. Apparently, he's lost interest. He didn't turn
up; didn't even call." She marches over to the drinks cabinet.
Pamela stands up and says, "I wouldn't worry about it; probably
got caught up with a patient and forgot." Alison mutters,
"That's almost as bad." Pamela assures her, "He'll
be around with a bunch of flowers the minute he remembers. You
wait." She then announces, I'm going to bed. Get the aspirins
ready; I think I'm going to need them!" With that,
she heads out of the room, leaving Alison standing with a drink
in her hand, looking thoughtful.