Wayne and Pamela are still standing by the cliff-edge. Wayne
is staring down at the foaming sea. Pamela says to him gently,
"Wayne, there's no point in staying here any longer."
Wayne, still looking down at the water, just murmurs, "The
police think I killed her." Pamela insists, "Of
course they don't." Wayne, however, murmurs, "All
those questions..." Pamela points out, "They always
ask questions; that's their job. It doesn't mean that
they think that you're guilty. They've got her note;
they will confirm that it's her handwriting." Wayne mutters,
"It doesn't matter what they think; I did
kill her. As good as." Pamela retorts, "That is rubbish
and you know it. You didn't hold a gun to her head and push her
over the cliff; she killed herself because she was too weak to
cope with life." Wayne snaps through tears, "No.
She couldn't cope with me; the things I did... I was
going to give her her freedom... she'd be alive today
if I had; but I changed my mind." Pamela tells him, "Talking
like that isn't going to bring her back - so you've got two choices:
either you go over there with her; or you get on with your life."
Wayne cries, "I loved her. Everything I did was
for that reason." He then murmurs again, sadly, "I loved
Alison walks into the lounge room at Charlie's, followed by Fiona.
Alison is saying to her, "I wish you'd let me give you a
lift home; it's no great trouble." Fiona, however, assures
her, "There's no need. If I could just use your 'phone, I'll
call a cab." A smile crosses Alison's face as she then says,
"Didn't you just love the way Wayne carried on? I bet Susan
wishes she'd been there to see it!" Fiona, however, muses,
"I doubt that very much. She's not vindictive, like
you." She then adds, "You know, I imagine that's the
only reason you went through with all of this: a chance
to get back at Wayne." Alison, however, replies, "No,
no, that was more a fringe benefit. You don't have the monopoly
on good deeds, Fiona." Fiona, looking suddenly thoughtful,
says, "I wonder if I should maybe call the prison and make
an appointment to see Beryl." Alison asks sharply, "What
for?" Fiona replies, "To tell her what's happened, of
course." Alison exclaims, "What are you talking about?
Susan doesn't want us telling anyone." Fiona retorts,
"I doubt very much that she would include her mother
in that." Alison, however, snaps, "Of course
it does. There are four people who know the truth - Susan, Caroline,
you and I - and that's the way it has to stay." Fiona stares
at her and growls, "Have you got any idea what this is going
to do to Beryl? She's already been through it once, worrying
and thinking that Susan was dead, and on top of everything else
that's happened, you think that--" Alison interrupts and
insists, "It won't be long; we'll tell her as soon as she
gets out of prison." Fiona snaps, "And how long is that
going to be?" Alison retorts, "No time at all. The police
have the gun, and as soon as they confirm that it was the one
used to shoot Wayne and that Beryl's fingerprints aren't on it,
she'll be free." Fiona says curtly, "I still think Beryl
should be told - and now." Alison retorts, "We
can't risk it, for Susan's sake. What if one of the warders overhears
you telling her or she lets it slip to one of the other women?
The police will know Susan's alive and they'll have every chance
to track her down. Do you think Beryl will thank you for that?"
Fiona stands there, looking worried.
Gordon is standing in the grounds at the Bendala Detention Centre,
a serious look on his face. Beryl emerges from the building and,
walking towards him, smiles, "Hello, Gordon. I didn't think
they'd let me see you again so soon." Gordon replies quietly,
"I had to get special permission: I have some bad news for
you." He then adds quickly, "I have some good
news for you, too; maybe I should tell you that first; make things
a little easier?" Beryl nods at him. Gordon then goes on,
"The police found the gun with Susan's fingerprints on it.
I imagine you'll be released as soon as they finish running tests."
Beryl murmurs in shock, "Then they'll know she did it. They
haven't arrested her, have they?" Gordon just murmurs,
"Beryl, I'm terribly sorry but Susan's dead. She
killed herself." Beryl stares at him and then smiles, "No!
She was here just a couple of hours ago!" Gordon starts to
tell her, "I wish I could say that it wasn't true, but--"
Beryl interrupts and retorts, "No, she was here."
Gordon insists, "It just got too much for her: the strain...
everything that she's been through..." Beryl, looking suddenly
thoughtful, murmurs, "She wanted to talk to me, but I turned
my back on her." Gordon says gently, "I'm sure she'd
understand. I really am terribly sorry. As though you haven't
been through enough..." As tears well-up in Beryl's
eyes, Gordon tells her, "I'll try and arrange for a nurse
to give you something." Beryl, however, insists, "No,
I'm alright." She then says, "It wouldn't have happened
if she'd listened to me. I told her not to go back to
him." Gordon murmurs, "I know. I'm sure she didn't want
to." Beryl, staring into space, mutters, "She didn't
have to go back, but she did. I did all I could;
it's what she wanted. If anyone says it was my fault, they'll
just have to think again." Gordon looks at her in concern.
Caroline emerges from the main room at the gym and places a holdall
on the reception desk. Doug walks in from outside, suddenly, and
smiles, "Hi!" Caroline looks at him and smiles back,
"Hello! Fiona said you were up. I was just going
to ring the mansion and leave a message." Doug walks over
and kisses her, explaining as he does so, "I called you at
the hotel, but they said you were down here. How are
you?" Caroline murmurs, "OK." Doug goes on, "I
just found out about Susan. Must've been a hell of a shock for
you." Caroline nods at him and replies, "It was."
She then changes the subject quickly and asks, "Have you
talked to Gordon?" Doug nods, "Yeah. That was before
he knew about Susan. Poor devil: he's the one that's
going to have to break it to Beryl." Caroline murmurs,
"Right." She then continues more brightly, "Fiona
said you'd joined up with some air charter firm and you want Gordon
to manage it." Doug smiles, "Yeah! Great opportunity;
came right out of the blue! Gordon's being a bit cautious at the
moment, but he'll come through." Caroline remarks, "She
must've got her wires crossed because she said something about
you buying a jet." Doug raises his eyebrows and
says 'innocently', "Did she?!" Caroline adds, "I
was talking to a pilot on the way up and he mentioned they're
worth millions!" Doug nods quickly, "That's
right. We're still thinking about it." Caroline stares at
him and gasps, "Where you going to get that kind of money?"
Doug just replies nervously, "We've got a possible backer."
He then suggests, "How about we go to dinner? We haven't
seen much of each other for the last few days." Caroline,
however, retorts, "Quite frankly, I'm not even sure I'm talking
to you after you pulled out of our trip up here." Doug just
smiles, "It doesn't matter if we don't talk. As long as you
don't go throwing the restaurant's crockery around!"
It's dark outside as Debbie sits in the office at Sanders Air
Charter, talking on the 'phone, making a tentative booking for
a customer. Bill is standing nearby, writing on a file. Debbie
hangs up. She sighs as she looks at her watch and asks, "Are
you going to be much longer?" Bill looks at her and replies,
"Half the night, at this rate. Why?" Debbie explains,
"I'd better 'phone Craig and tell him I'll be late, then."
Bill, however, says, "There's no need for you to stay; you
should've finished-up ages ago." Debbie murmurs,
"I wasn't sure if you still needed me." Bill
just smiles, "You don't need to wait around for permission.
I just got you back; I don't want to lose you again by
pushing too hard!" Debbie grins, "OK!" As she stands
up, she goes on, "Tomorrow's Saturday: do you still want
me to come in?" Bill replies, "It's up to you. You don't
have to punch a time-clock; just work whatever hours you want
to." Debbie nods, "OK. I'll come in for a bit and I'll
see how busy it is. Night!" She goes to head out. As she
does so, Bill calls, "I'll tell you what: why don't you bring
Craig? I'll take you both up for a spin." Debbie exclaims,
"In the 'plane?!" Bill replies sarcastically,
"Unless you'd rather try jumping out of a tree and flapping
your arms!" Debbie grins, "That'd be great! Craig'd
love it!" Bill smiles, "Right! See you both
The next morning, Debbie is driving her and Craig across to the
car park at the airfield. She brings the car to a halt and turns
off the engine. She and Craig climb out and Craig looks around
and beams, "This is great! Can't wait to get airborne!"
Debbie tells him, "I'm just glad you finally got
here. You'll see why I love to work here so much." Craig
looks over at the building containing the office and remarks,
"It doesn't look very big." Debbie admits,
"No, it is a bit cramped - but we get by."
They start walking towards the building, Debbie saying as they
do so, "You should have seen the office when I first started:
what a mess! I cleaned everything up, though; got everything organised."
Craig, giving her a kiss, grins, "Regular little whizzkid,
A short time later, Debbie and Craig head into the office to
find papers strewn everywhere. Craig comments, "I see what
you mean: must have taken ages to get it as neat as this!"
Looking annoyed, Debbie mutters, "I don't believe
this." She marches over to the small camp-bed, where Bill
is just stirring. She glares at him and demands, "What has
happened here? It looks like a 747 has just passed through!"
Bill explains, "I was looking for the fuel accounts. Had
a hell of a job finding them." Debbie says tersely, "In
the filing cabinet - under 'F' for 'Fuel'?" Bill nods, "Yes,
I found them - eventually!" He adds, "Don't worry: I'll
straighten it all up again. Any chance of some coffee?" Debbie
retorts, "No! After I've tidied all this up."
She gets to work!
Gordon is sitting with Fiona at the table in her room at the
mansion. There's suddenly a knock on the open door to the room
and Doug steps inside. He says to Gordon sympathetically, "Sorry
to hear about Susan, mate." Gordon murmurs, "Thankyou."
Doug then tells Fiona, "I caught up with Caroline yesterday.
I'm going to be moving into a hotel with her; chance for us to
be together for a few days, so I won't be needing the room here
anymore. Is that alright?" Fiona nods, "Yeah. Course.
That's OK." Doug sits down at the table as he then goes on,
"Caroline told me about the gun being found. Heard any more
news from the police yet?" Gordon murmurs, "No."
Doug tells him, "It's just a formality now. Beryl will be
out before you know it." Gordon murmurs, "We all hope
so." Doug then says to Gordon, "I've been thinking:
you said you didn't want the job because it was down in Melbourne
- but I imagine, when Beryl's out, you'll both be moving back
there." Gordon shrugs, "I really haven't given it much
thought." Doug points out, "Her home's down
there - and assuming you do, there won't be anything standing
in your way of taking the job." Gordon just says, "It's
too early to talk about it; we really don't know what
we're doing yet." Doug insists, "You will in the next
day or so. I can certainly wait that long." Gordon,
however, tells him, "Even if we do go back down
there, I don't think I'll take the job." Doug asks in surprise,
"Why not?" Gordon explains, "It's an area
I know nothing about. I don't think I'd be the right person for
it." Doug insists, "Of course you would! We've
got the flying expertise with Bill; what we need is administrative
ability." Gordon, however, tells him, "No, I really
wouldn't feel confident." He then stands up and adds, "I
should be going. I'm going over to see Wayne." Looking at
Fiona, he asks, "Should I pass on your condolences?"
Fiona growls, "If you must." Gordon murmurs, "Yes,
well, I'll see you later." With that, he heads out. When
he's gone, Doug remarks to Fiona in concern, "Heck of a mess."
Fiona nods, "Yeah, Gordon's taking all this very hard."
Doug comments, "I don't know what his problem is about taking
the job, though; you think he would've jumped at it.
Got any idea what his real reason is for turning it down?"
Fiona shrugs, "I imagine it's what he says: he just
doesn't feel as though he can handle it. Gordon's been through
a lot, lately, and his self-confidence has really taken one heck
of a hammering." Doug muses, "He's had a couple of bad
breaks... but he's still one of the most competent businessmen
I know." Fiona nods, "I agree! But it's Gordon
you've got to convince of that, not me." Doug sits
there and sighs heavily.
Gordon has arrived at Dural. He's standing in the hallway with
Pamela, who's saying, "I'm glad you've come. I stayed
because I didn't want him to be on his own." The two of them
head into the lounge room. Wayne is standing staring out of the
window. Pamela says to him gently, "Wayne, it's your father."
Gordon tells Wayne, "I thought I'd better look in; see that
you were alright." Wayne, not looking round, says distantly,
"She was going to have our baby. She had everything to live
for." Gordon just murmurs, "Yes, well... she
couldn't have thought so." There's silence. Wayne turns to
his father and growls, "I suppose you're like the rest
of them: blaming me for it." Gordon, however, insists,
"I didn't come to blame anybody; I just wanted to
say I'm sorry that it happened." Wayne retorts, "And
you think I'm not?" Gordon replies, "I imagine
that you are. It's just a pity that you didn't consider the consequences
of what you were doing 'til it was too late." Wayne says
coolly, "So you do blame me." Gordon tells
him, "I hope you get over it, and I hope you learn
something by it. That's all I wanted to say." Turning towards
the hallway, he adds, "I probably shouldn't have come."
Wayne, however, says suddenly, "Dad... I didn't mean to hurt
her. I loved her." Gordon just says dismissively,
"Yes, alright." Wayne cries, "I did. Do
you think I would've taken her back otherwise, after
the way she cheated on me with Glen?" Gordon just retorts,
"I don't know any more what you would do or what you would
not do - but obviously you forced her to come
back here when she desperately wanted to be free of you."
Wayne yells, "I didn't force her into anything.
She came back because she wanted to." Gordon, however,
snaps, "That is a lie and you know it. What disgusts
me is that her memory must carry the stigma of suicide
because you aren't man enough to admit that you drove
her to it." With that, he storms out, slamming the front
door behind him. Looking concerned, Pamela goes and puts her hand
on Wayne's arm, saying gently, "He didn't mean that; he's
upset." Wayne, however, cries, "He meant it - and he's
right: the decent thing for me to do would be to go back
to that headland and throw myself after her - except
I don't have the courage." Pamela soothes, "Come on,
don't be silly; just--" Wayne interrupts, though, and yells,
"Just leave me alone. I just want to be alone." Pamela
stands there, looking concerned.
Debbie is sitting tidying up some papers at her desk at the office
at Sanders Air Charter. Across the office, Craig is saying to
Bill, "It's good of you to invite me along; I love
flying!" Bill smiles, "No trouble." He then looks
across at Debbie and says, "Leave them, Deb; I told you I'll
clear that up later." Debbie, however, retorts, "I want
things where I can find them..." The 'phone starts
ringing suddenly and Debbie answers it. After a few seconds, she
holds out the 'phone to Bill and tells him, "It's Doug."
Bill takes the 'phone and says to Doug, "G'day, mate, how's
it going?... What sort of hitch?... Yeah, well talk him round;
there's a lot riding on this." Doug, sitting in Fiona's room
at the mansion, sighs, "I know. I just don't want
to seem too eager or he'll start to suspect something.
We just need to be a bit patient. Gordon's a top businessman,
but the way his luck's been running lately I doubt he'll get a
better offer. Just leave him to me." Bill nods,
"Let me know what happens. I'll talk to you later."
With that, he hangs up. He then turns to Craig and says, "Come
on - I'll show you around." All-of-a-sudden, Debbie hears
a whining sound. She looks down and spots a small dog in a cage
on the floor. She then looks at Bill and exclaims, "Hey!
Where did he come from?" Bill explains, "Some
bloke dropped him off a couple of hours ago. He's got to go up
with that lot to Bendigo." Debbie comments, "He wants
some water. You two go ahead; I'll catch up." Bill and Craig
head out, leaving Debbie to fuss over the dog!
A short time later, outside, Bill points out to Craig, "That's
our main hangar over there. Behind us is the aero-club."
Craig asks, "Which is your 'plane?" Bill indicates
an aircraft nearby and replies, "That's it over there."
Craig, starting to head towards it, asks, "Ready to go?"
Bill, however, admits, "Not quite: it won't start."
Craig laughs, "You're not expecting me to push,
are you?!" Bill, however, tells him, "I was hoping you
might be able to help me put the battery back; I've had it out
on charge overnight." He adds, "I might put a new set
of spark plugs in it while I'm here. You don't mind getting your
hands dirty, do you?" Looking put-out, Craig murmurs, "No..."
In the office, Debbie opens the door of the cage that the dog
has been placed in, but it ignores the water she's put down for
it. She then picks up a biscuit and the dog takes it. It keeps
whining, though, and Debbie sighs, "You want to get out,
don't you? Look, I know it's awful crowded in there, but I can't
let you out; I'd be in all sorts of trouble if I did... Stop looking
at me like that! Honest - if I let you out now, it'll be more
than my job's worth."
The front door opens at Charlie's and Pamela heads inside. Alison
comes round the corner of the hallway and demands, "What
are you doing here?" Pamela retorts, "Don't
worry: I've just come to pick up the rest of my things."
Alison growls, "Yes, you do that - and don't forget to leave
the key when you go; you're going to have to find some other
way to do your spying." Pamela smiles, "Oh, I will -
but that's not really what's bothering you, is it? It's the fact
that I took Nick away from you and didn't really have
to try." Alison just retorts, "Smile while
you can. You might have been number one in jail, but you've still
got a lot to learn about the real world. I'll make damn
sure you do." Pamela suggests tersely, "Better
make your move quickly, then, because you've got less time than
you think: Wayne and I have plans for you."
Alison taunts, "You don't really think Wayne's going
to be any use to you after what's happened?" Pamela, however,
insists, "Oh, he'll get over Susan soon enough - then he's
only got one interest left: putting you out of business - and
I'll be right there helping." Alison remarks coolly, "You're
not very smart, are you? Most rats have the brains to leave
a sinking ship." Pamela just shrugs, "We'll see."
She then heads off to her room. Alison stands in the hallway,
looking thoughtful. After a few seconds, she picks up her keys
from the hallway table and heads out.
Wayne is sitting hunched-up on the couch in the lounge room at
Dural, staring into space. There's suddenly a knock on the front
door. The door then opens and Alison walks in. Marching into the
lounge room, she appears to have a change of heart about her method
of attack, as she then says softly, "Wayne, I'm probably
the last person you want to see right now, but I just wanted to
say I'm sorry." She sits down next to him as she goes on,
"You mustn't blame yourself for what happened; it was nothing
to do with you." Wayne growls, "What do you
know about it?" Alison tells him, "Susan confided in
me - not that she was going to do this, but I knew she
was desperately unhappy about something. From what I
could tell, she somehow seemed to blame herself for Beryl
being in jail - but she couldn't stand the pain any longer and
there was no way out for her... so you see, it certainly wasn't
your fault." Wayne, however, tears welling in his
eyes again, murmurs, "You're wrong. It's was all
because of what I did." Alison tells him, "I just said
it was because of Beryl. It wasn't your fault
she was in jail. No, if you ask me, Susan was lucky to
have you looking after her. If it hadn't been for your kindness
to her, all of this would've happened a lot sooner." Wayne,
looking even more upset, buries his head in his hands as the tears
start to flow. A malicious grin crosses Alison's face...
Pamela emerges from her room at Charlie's and heads for the
front door. As she does so, she calls, "Keys on the hall
table." She puts them down and then goes to the door. She
Next door, Wayne is still sobbing as Alison tells him, "Wayne,
you know you loved Susan; everyone knew it.
For heaven's sake, why would anyone in their right mind want to
drive a beautiful person like Susan to suicide? It doesn't make
sense." She doesn't hear the front door open as
Pamela arrives back there. She stands and listens in the hallway
as Alison goes on at Wayne, "So you see, no one's blaming
you. Susan's happiness was the most important thing in
your life. Now, if she'd shared her trouble... if you'd
realised just how terribly unhappy she was, you'd've
done everything in your power to help her." Wayne
lets out a sudden wail and cries, "No... I didn't mean..."
He staggers to his feet and picks up a glass from the coffee table
in front of him. He throws it at the wall as he cries, "It
was my fault... it was my fault..." He
picks up another glass and throws it at the wall. He then clutches
his hands to his stomach and collapses to his knees, still sobbing,
"I drove her to kill herself. I didn't mean it..."
He ends up lying on the floor, sobbing heavily. Alison then looks
at Pamela and smiles, "And this is the person who's going
to help you put me out of business?" Pamela just glares at
A while later, Alison is standing in the reception area of the
gym when Nick walks in. Alison muses sourly, "Well, well,
well: Casanova." Nick just nods, "Alison." Alison
then says, "Can I see your membership card, please?"
Nick asks in surprise, "Why?" Alison tells him, "Charlie's
new policy. People have been trying to sneak in without using
their cards." Nick growls, "You know I'm a
member." Alison just shrugs, "I'm sorry. I've been asked
to look after the place. I'm going to do my job thoroughly."
Nick mutters, "Of course, it wouldn't have anything to do
with the fact that I'll have to unpack my gym bag to take all
my stuff out?" Alison just replies airily, "Would I
do that to you? You'll just have to keep your card at the top
of your bag from now on." As Nick starts unpacking his bag
up, he remarks, "You do the scorned-woman number so very
badly." Alison just says innocently, "Me? Woman
scorned?" Nick mutters, "What a wonderful look of wide-eyed
innocence." Alison, however, tells him, "There's nothing
very innocent about me. Then again, you should know
that!" Nick retorts, "Certain on that account."
Alison asks, "You don't approve?" Nick, however, assures
her, "Oh, I approve thoroughly!" Alison muses, "You're
a fool, you know?" Nick shrugs, "Tell me about it."
He then finds his membership card in his bag and, handing it to
Alison, says, "I'm legal - as if you didn't know." Alison
insists, "Just doing my job." She then goes on, "Yes:
you're a fool. We had something nice there; could only
have got better. All you saw was the tip of
the iceberg." Nick remarks, "That's a Freudian slip."
Alison retorts, "I wasn't aware there was anything particularly
icy about me. From what I can remember, I found it distinctly
hot." Nick nods, "In some ways, sure,
but on the battlefield we're talking sub-Arctic-frost time."
Alison points out, "You're the one who walked out
into the snow." Nick smiles, "This is beginning
to sound like a weather report!" He then carries on, "We
both did our fair share of laying both ends against the
middle: you, me and Pamela. I'm sorry it worked out like it did,
but I hope we can be adult about it." Alison declares, "I'll
be adult any time you like. Enjoy your workout."
With that, Nick finishes re-packing his bag and heads off into
the main room. Alison stands by the reception desk, a grin on