Susan is sitting in the lounge room at Dural, watching a cartoon
on TV. The front door bangs suddenly and Wayne walks into the
room, slowly. He puts down his briefcase. Susan doesn't look at
him. Wayne then comments lightly, "Interesting programme?"
Susan just shrugs, "Something to watch." Wayne muses,
"Mmm..." He then sits down next to Susan and puts his
arm around her, saying as he does so, "I had an interesting
afternoon myself." Susan mutters, "That's nice."
Wayne comments, "You could sound a little more enthusiastic
- in view of the trouble I went to on your account." Susan
looks at him finally and demands suspiciously, "What
trouble?" Wayne reaches into his trouser pocket and removes
a set of keys. He then smiles as he places them in Susan's hand.
She stares at them and asks, "What's this?" Wayne grins,
"What do they look like? They're your car keys!" Susan
starts to say nervously, "But... How did you...?" Wayne
just smiles, "I have connections, my darling; I thought you
knew that by now. Didn't take long to track down the
guy who stole your car." Susan starts to say, "But..."
Wayne interrupts and replies, "But what?" Susan doesn't
answer. Wayne then goes on, "Funny thing: he says he didn't
steal it. He said you sold it to him."
Susan says quickly, "That's ridiculous. Why would I?"
Wayne chuckles, "The same question popped into my
mind." He then reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out
a sheet of paper. He shows it to Susan as the smile on his face
disappears and he tells her coolly, "Copy of the Transfer
of Registration - with your signature on it." He stands up
suddenly, switches off the TV and growls, "Stop playing dumb,
Susan. We both know what's going on." Susan asks, "Do
we?" Wayne retorts, "Some little scheme to run off again.
That's why you needed the money." Susan cries, "No!"
Wayne, however, tells her, "I'm not completely stupid, Susan.
You've got everything you want here; why else
would you need it?" Susan mutters bitterly, "That's
a laugh. But I've agreed to stay with you and I will.
I wouldn't be running out on you; it'd be mum, and I
won't do that." Wayne demands, "Then why did you need
the money?" Susan snaps, "I didn't; I just
didn't need the car." A sarcastic smile crosses
Wayne's face and he says, "I see! You love sitting around
and watching cartoons so much you're never going to leave the
house again?" Susan sighs, "Will you stop?"
Wayne, however, grabs her arm, suddenly, and yanks her to her
feet. He then stares into her eyes and snarls furiously, "Why
did you need the money?" Susan cries, "It's none of
your business." Wayne just snarls, "Everything
about you is my business. Everything. Sooner or later,
I am going to find out, so you might as well tell me." Susan
hesitates before replying, "I owed some people."
Wayne demands, "What people?" Susan snaps,
"No one you know." Wayne repeats angrily, "What
people?" Susan snaps, "It's none of your business
- and it's got nothing to do with our deal." Wayne yells,
"I just spent over ten grand to get your car back. If that
doesn't make it my business, I don't know what does.
Have you been gambling again?" Susan looks down at the floor
and sighs, "Trust you to think of that." Wayne
just snarls, "Have you?" He then puts his hand
under Susan's chin and yanks her head up, snapping as he does
so, "Look at me." Susan stares at him. Wayne then snarls,
"Susan, you stupid... Didn't you learn the first time?"
Susan just cries, "What else am I supposed to do?
You cut me off from my family, my friends, everything worthwhile
in my life. If I have to be with you, I need something
to keep me sane." With that, she runs off out of the house.
Wayne stands there, looking angry.
Beryl is walking along the verandah outside the Bendala Detention
Centre. Gordon is approaching her, holding Robert, but he puts
the boy down and he starts running towards his mother. Beryl picks
him up and coos excitedly, "Hello, darling, mummy's missed
you so much." She walks towards Gordon, going on at Robert,
"You and Gordon have to look after each other while mummy's
away." Gordon then tells Beryl, "I brought some things
for you; I left them in Reception. Enough to keep the others off
your back for a while." Beryl says sincerely, "Thankyou.
It's good to see you." As a prison warder watches, Beryl
puts Robert down on the ground and challenges him to a race. As
the two of them run along the verandah, Gordon watches fondly.
A look of sadness then crosses his face, though.
Susan is walking slowly down the driveway outside Dural. She
stops and sits on the wall of the bridge over the stream. Wayne
walks towards her, suddenly, and tells her, "I'm going to
open an account for you - with an SP bookie." He sits down
next to her, adding as he does so, "That way, you can gamble
to your heart's content - within reason, of course. There will
be a weekly limit on the account, but as long as you stay inside
it you can throw your money away however and whenever you like."
Susan looks at him suspiciously and asks, "Why?" Wayne
shrugs, "I can't stop you from gambling - and if I don't
give you some leeway, I'll be forever counting the silverware.
This seems the most reasonable solution." Susan chuckles
warily before telling Wayne, "No it's not. You're not interested
in keeping me happy; only under the thumb - and this is just another
way to do it." Wayne nods, "That's right - but you don't
have to accept the offer. I can hardly force you into
using it if you don't want to - but the money will be there."
Susan stands up. She looks at Wayne and then walks off again,
back to the house.
Gordon is standing in Fiona's room at the mansion, tucking some
papers into his briefcase. The door to the room opens and Fiona
walks in. She smiles at Gordon, "Hi there. How did the visit
go?" Gordon replies mutedly, "Alright. I gave Beryl
your love." Fiona looks at him and remarks, "You seem
to be very worried about something." Gordon explains, "It's
young Robert: he was very upset when we had to come home. Took
me forever to get him to go to bed, and God knows how long he'll
stay there - which has made me late for an appointment: I've got
one with a management consultancy; it could lead to a job."
Fiona smiles, "You go; I'll look after the child.
Good luck." As Gordon heads out, he murmurs, "Thankyou.
I think I'll need it."
Sometime later, a businessman is sitting behind a desk, looking
at Gordon's résumé. As he puts it down on his desk,
he comments to Gordon, who's sitting opposite him, "I didn't
realise you were that Gordon Hamilton. You're no longer
associated with Hamilton Industries?" Gordon just muses,
"If I were, I don't supposed I'd be here!"
The man remarks, "I wasn't aware the company had changed
hands." Gordon, however, explains, "It's still a family
company; I'm just no longer involved." The man asks, "Why
would that be?" Gordon replies quickly, "Personal reasons."
Looking concerned, the man then asks, "Do you often
have family crises, Mr. Hamilton?" Gordon says blankly, "I'm
sorry?" The man reminds him, "You said you were late
because of a small family crisis; I wondered if that often happens."
Gordon assures him, "Certainly not. I have a small child
in my care at the moment. He's a lovely little boy, normally very
well behaved, but this afternoon he had a bit of an upset."
The man presses, "Surely, when you make an appointment, you
should allow for that sort of thing? As it happens, I've a rather
full schedule today and now it's been disrupted because one person's
arrived late." Gordon retorts, "I did say I was sorry.
If you're worried about it, I assure you that I'm normally extremely
reliable - but there's an exception to every rule. In my case,
today happens to be it." The man looks at him. He then goes
on, "This child you mentioned: is he permanently in your
care?" Gordon nods, "Yes, he's my stepson; I recently
remarried." The man asks, "And his mother? Normally
at home to care for him?" Gordon hesitates before retorting,
"I don't see the point of all these personal questions."
The man explains coolly, "We take the view that executive
performance in the workplace is very much influenced by an individual's
personal situation." Gordon replies quietly, "Yes,
well, my wife's away at the moment and I'm looking after young
Robert." The man asks, "Do you have domestic staff to
help you?" Gordon replies, "No I don't, but I have a
very good friend who's willing to look after him while I'm working.
I don't see that my family responsibilities are going to prove
a problem." The man just murmurs, "Let's hope not, eh...?"
The door to Fiona's room at the mansion opens and Alison walks
in, calling, "Fiona? You there?" A moment later, Fiona
emerges from one of the bedrooms and tells Alison, "I was
just checking on Robert. Visiting with Beryl this afternoon really
upset him most terribly." Ignoring this, Alison says, "I
just came for the accounts. Are they ready?" Fiona hands
her an envelope and replies, "I haven't had time to check
them over, but I'm sure they're all in order." Alison assures
her, "I'll let you know if they're not." She then adds,
"By the way: how did you go when you went to see Susan yesterday?"
Fiona sighs, "I'm not too sure, really. She was very pleased
to see us at first - we chatted away and she played with Robert
- but she didn't want to talk about Wayne and I didn't press her;
I thought if I could gain her confidence there could be another
time." Alison muses, "Maybe..." Fiona adds quickly,
"Excepting I don't think there's going to be another
time." Alison asks in surprise, "Why not?" Fiona
explains, "Wayne came home while I was there, and her whole
attitude changed. I don't know what he has on her, but
it's quite obvious that his word is law." Alison shrugs,
"Well, it was worth a try." Fiona says quickly, "Why
don't you try again?" Alison, however, retorts,
"Oh no, I've done my dash there. I was told to stay out of
it. Besides, I've got more important things on my mind
at the moment..."
Nick is standing by the bookcase in his office, looking at a
book. A buzzer sounds suddenly on the intercom. He walks over
to it and presses a button. His receptionist then tells him, "Doctor,
Miss. Carr's here to see you." Looking momentarily taken
aback, Nick says, "Ask her to come in." Alison steps
into the room and smiles, "Hello." Nick gives her a
kiss and comments, "Unexpected pleasure." Alison indicates
a necklace that she's wearing, and she smiles, "I wanted
to thank you personally. I think it's absolutely beautiful."
Nick smarms, "On you, what wouldn't?!"
Alison, however, tells him, "It's not just the pendant; it's
the way you gave it to me." Nick queries in surprise,
"Oh?" Alison explains, "The way you left it at
the house with Pamela: it shows that you've accepted her and that
you trust her. That means a lot to me." Nick comments, "Let's
face it: I was a bit of a pig to her at first. I don't know why
I was so hung-up on her being in prison." Alison points out,
"I told you you'd like her once you made the effort!"
Nick then says uncertainly, "There is one thing:
I love seeing you any time, you know that - but it could be a
bit of a problem you dropping in without 'phoning first."
Alison, going and sitting down in front of Nick's desk, tells
him, "I spoke to the receptionist; she said you didn't have
a patient." Nick, however, says quickly, "It's not as
simple as that. It's a dicey area. Let's say my next appointment
turns up and I'm involved talking to you - so I keep him waiting
five minutes; but he's a paranoid schizophrenic and it's taken
me six months to get his confidence and now I keep him waiting
because I'm talking to a girlfriend; he could see that as showing
that I don't really care about him." He goes and sits down
behind his desk. Alison stares at him and asks, "Are you
serious?" Nick nods, "Yes. When I'm working,
my patients need to feel that they're the only ones that matter
- and when you're here... well, I'm not that good an
actor." Alison muses, "I'd never thought of it that
way." Nick presses, "But you do understand?" Alison
assures him, "Yes. Yes, of course..."
Charlie is sitting in the lounge room at her house, feeding Isabella
chocolates! The front door bangs suddenly and Alison walks in.
Charlie looks at her and exclaims, "There you are,
darling! You should have been at Fiona's this afternoon: Andrew's
doing simply the most astonishing things to Janice!" Alison
just goes and pours herself a drink, muttering as she does so,
"I don't think I want to hear, Charlie. I've got something
on my mind: I've just come back from Nick's office." Charlie
sighs, "You haven't had another argument?" Alison explains,
"No, no, it's nothing that concrete. It's... oh, probably
nothing at all." She goes and stares out through the window,
A short time later, Charlie is wiping Isabella's mouth with a
cloth, sighing, "Mummy really shouldn't let you make such
a little piglet of yourself. All that chocolate; if you're not
careful, you'll end up with pimples!" Alison wanders
in from the hallway and sits down on the edge of the couch. She
then says, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take it out on you."
Charlie comments, "I'm not absolutely certain what it is
you're taking out!" Alison tells her, "Neither
am I; that's the problem. Maybe I'm starting
to care too much about Nick... " Charlie gasps, "You're
not thinking of breaking it off?" Alison, however, says,
"I can't. I need him too much. I'm just
worried about whether he needs me." Charlie
assures her, "Of course he does, darling; how often
has he taken you out this week?" Alison moves across to sit
on the other couch as she replies, "Oh, I don't know. A lot.
We're having dinner again tonight." Charlie tells
her, "There you are, darling. If he didn't care for you,
he wouldn't keep coming to see you, would he?"
Alison muses, "I suppose not." Charlie then adds, "To
take your mind off it, you know what you're going to do? You're
going to come to the mansion with me and see the new Janice."
Alison starts to protest, "No, Charlie, I--" Charlie
interrupts, however, and tells her, "No arguments!"
Janice - still wearing her new clothes - sits down in an armchair
in Fiona's room at the mansion, snapping as she does so, "No!
I won't do it." Fiona and Andy are standing in front of her
and Andy tells her, "Janice, you're being unreasonable."
Janice, however, snaps, "I'm making a complete spectacle
of myself just to satisfy you two. Look at me."
Fiona retorts, "You look lovely. Everybody said
so." Janice mutters, "I should be standing next to an
organ-grinder with a cup in my hand. But I've kept my part of
the bargain; if it makes you two happy to see me like this, here
I am." Andy, however, tells her, "You're not finished
yet." Janice snaps back, "I am. Clothes are
one thing; you're not getting my hair as well." Andy sits
down next to her and sighs, "I see. Everything I have done...
all the changes I have made in my life, mean nothing,
huh?" Janice insists, "Andy, they mean a lot."
Andy retorts, "So much you won't even have a simple haircut."
Fiona chips in, "Janice, dear, why don't you go down to the
hairdresser with Andy? Have a talk to her; let her show you some
styles. You never know: you might see something you really like."
Janice insists, "I know I won't." Andy appeals, "Just
go and talk to them." Fiona adds, "What harm could it
do?" Janice looks at her and says weakly, "Oh, Aunt
Fiona..." Andy tells her, "It's the least you
could do after everything I've done for you."
A while later, Janice and Andy are standing outside a hair salon.
Janice, however, is snapping at Andy, "I'm not getting my
hair cut in a place like that!" Andy retorts, "Like
what? A lot of very respectable ladies have their hair
cut here - honestly." At that moment, a teenage girl emerges
from the salon, her hair piled on top of her head, semi-punk style."
Janice gasps at Andy, "Good heavens. If that's what they
do here, forget it!" Andy, however, tells her quickly, "Hang
on, slow down. That's, um, that's not a customer; that's the boss's
daughter. Yeah! Just go in there and talk to them. Janice, you
know I would never let them cut your hair like that." Janice
hesitates before sighing, "Oh, alright. Let's get this over
with." With that, she heads into the salon. A smile crosses
Sometime later, Fiona sits down with Charlie and Alison in her
room at the mansion. They hear voices, suddenly, out in the hallway:
Andy is saying, "Where are you going?" Janice retorts,
"Upstairs. I'm washing it straight out." Andy tells
her, "It'll go all streaky and look stupid." Janice
just snaps back, "It can't look any more stupid than this."
A smile crosses Alison's face as she hears Andy say to Janice,
"Come and show Fiona first." The door to the room flies
open, suddenly, and Andy comes in. He beams, "Hi!" Alison
looks at him and comments, "Janice seems to be having second
thoughts!" Andy, however, tells her, "No, it looks fantastic.
She just needs a bit of time to get used to it, that's all."
He then adds, "Presenting the all-new, all-exciting, ravishing,
gorgeous, Miss. Janice Reid. Ta-da!" Janice remains standing
outside! Andy cries, "Come on, Janice!" Janice snaps
back, "No! It looks awful." Fiona calls back, "I'm
sure it doesn't. Come on in and show me." After a few seconds,
Janice walks into the room, slowly. Her hair is piled up on her
head, in a big bouffant style. There are streaks of bright red
dye dotted around in it!" Looks of shock cross Alison's,
Charlie's and Fiona's faces." Janice growls, "You see?
I look an absolute freak." Fiona starts to bluster,
"Well, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's... it's very, er..."
Janice interrupts and snaps, "I look like a jellyfish!"
Charlie, however, stands up and smiles, "Don't be silly,
darling! I know it's hard work, but we girls can't just sit around
and wait for Mr. Right to turn up; we have to work to
attract his attention." Janice mutters, "Any sensible
man who saw me like this would run a mile. They've made
me into a laughing stock." With that, she marches out of
the room. When she's gone, Andy asks the women, "What do
you think, huh?" Charlie muses, "It's certainly not
the work of Raphael!" Andy replies, "No, it wasn't -
but now that I've got the gear and all the hair and all that,
all that is left is the walk." Alison asks in surprise,
"The walk?" Andy nods, "Yeah, the walk:
that prissy little duck-waddle of hers. Don't worry - I'll get
it straightened out very soon - and when I do, she'll thank me,
Susan is sitting on the couch in the lounge room at Dural. Wayne
walks in and hands her some sheets of paper, saying, "Latest
form guide - hot off the press. Just picked it up from the newsagent's."
He sits down next to his wife as she demands coolly, "Why?"
Wayne smiles, "I thought you might like to christen your
new account. It's all organised: a grand goes in each week, and
if you lose it you have to wait a week before you can place any
more bets." Susan says, "And if I win?" Wayne replies,
"You have that much more to play with. I'm afraid it stays
in the account, though: you can't convert it to cash without my
signature." Susan mutters, "Naturally." Wayne comments,
"I thought you might be grateful. Now you can indulge
your little gambling bug to your heart's content. Isn't that what
you wanted?" Susan mutters glumly, "If you say so."
It's evening-time. The radio is on on the bar at Dural. Susan
is sitting by the bar, listening to the racing commentary, a glass
of scotch in her hand. Wayne is sitting over on the couch, watching
her. A look of annoyance crosses Susan's face suddenly, and she
switches the radio off angrily. Wayne asks in surprise, "What
did you do that for?" Susan retorts, "It was
getting on my nerves." Wayne points out, "You had $400
on it and the horse looked like winning." Susan
just mutters, "What does it matter?" Wayne sighs, "Sometimes
I don't understand you." Susan snaps, "You've taken
all the pleasure out of it - and don't pretend you didn't mean
to." Wayne says lightly, "I'm sure I don't have the
slightest idea what you're talking about - darling."
Susan rolls her eyes furiously.
Fiona is sitting alone in her room at the mansion when the door
opens and Gordon walks in. He says wearily, "Hello. I hope
the young fellow's settled down." Fiona smiles, "Oh
yes, he was a bit restless to start off with, but he soon settled
down." She then asks, "Any luck with the interview?"
Gordon, sitting down, sighs, "It didn't go well. I arrived
late, I was flustered and I made the mistake of telling them about
Robert." Fiona asks, "Why would that matter?"
Gordon replies, "It shouldn't, but it does. And that's not
the only thing: they seem to think that I'm too old - and the
way I feel at the moment, they're probably right."
Fiona looks at him and sighs, "Oh, for goodness' sake, Gordon,
I'm sure there's many a position for a man with your
experience." Gordon just murmurs, "Maybe." He then
carries on in a tired voice, "Fiona, I have to face up to
it: the pressure's starting to get to me; I don't know how long
I can keep this up." Fiona cajoles quickly, "Come on...
you're not to think like that. You've just had a hard day. You
have got to think positive; if not for Beryl and Robert, then
for yourself." Gordon murmurs, "I know. Don't
worry: I'm not about to cave-in yet."
Andy is walking along the hallway outside. Janice comes downstairs.
Her hair is back to how it was before. Andy looks at her in surprise
and asks, "What did you do?" Janice retorts,
"I've brushed it out - as much as I could." Andy insists,
"But it looked really good." Janice snaps,
"I didn't think so. No one liked it, Andy. Fiona
nearly choked... Alison could hardly stop herself laughing...
even Charlie thought it was too much." Andy points
out, "They liked it; they even said so."
Janice snaps, "They were only being polite. I don't know
why you're trying to make me into someone I'm not. It's crazy."
Andy insists, "I'm only trying to help." Janice
murmurs, "Yes, well, I appreciate the thought, but no thankyou."
She then indicates the suit Andy is wearing and asks, "Where
are you off to?" Andy explains, "I thought
I'd go out to a club for a while; have a bit of a dance."
Janice warns quickly, "Don't you get into any trouble; I
know what those clubs are like." Andy, however, retorts,
"How? You've never been to one! See you
later!" With that, he heads out. Janice stands with her arms
crossed in the hallway.
Nick and Alison are at a restaurant. Nick is telling Alison a
story about his psychiatric work, as she sips her coffee. As she
puts her cup down, he says, "More coffee?" Alison, however,
replies, "No." A strange look crosses her face suddenly
and Nick asks, "What's wrong? You look as though you just
realised that you forget to turn the gas off!" Alison, however,
explains, "No, it's just... I had the strangest feeling."
Nick smiles, "It's not surprising, considering what you've
had to eat!" Alison, however, tells him, "No, no, it's
not that. Oh... I guess it's nothing." Nick accepts this.
He then says, "I'm going to have some more coffee.
How about you?" Alison murmurs, "Yes." She then
starts frowning. Nick asks gently, "What?" Alison tells
him, "It's the same thing again - like someone just walked
over my grave." Nick suggests, "Give it a moment; it'll
pass." Alison, beginning to look shivery, says in horror,
"No, it's getting worse. It's like a sense of invasion...
Something's wrong." Nick tells her quickly, "Just relax.
It's possibly just an anxiety attack." Alison, however, snaps,
"I don't have anxiety attacks. I don't know what
this is but I've never felt anything like it before. Nick, I'm