Sometime later, Alison approaches Greg and Sarah, who are standing
outside a building signposted 'University Union'. She smiles,
"Hi! I hope you've both recovered from yesterday." Sarah
remarks, "Quite a day, wasn't it?" Greg adds, "I
think you should visit a bit more; I love watching
Phyllis squirm!" Alison, however, tells him, "I'm not
going to be able to visit for a while; I'm heading back
to Sydney soon." Greg asks, "Why?" Alison
explains, "Business. I came down here to tie something up
and it's almost done." Sounding disappointed, Greg comments,
"I thought you'd be staying for a while." Alison
tells him, "I'd love to; it would be nice to see more of
you two. Still, I haven't gone yet; why don't you both
come over and have dinner with me tonight?" Greg smiles,
"Sounds great!" Alison adds, "Get your homework
done early - I don't want you getting into any trouble!"
With that, she leaves them. As she walks off, Sarah says to her
brother, "I'm not sure that it's such a good idea, Greg.
Phyllis'll hit the roof if she finds out." Greg
retorts, "I hope she does." Sarah sighs, "We
shouldn't provoke her - it'll only make things worse." Greg
just retorts, "Sarah, Phyllis has been walking over us for
years; you know that. We've got to stand up
for ourselves a bit more." Sarah, however, cries, "We've
also got to live together. I can't take any more arguments;
it's driving me crazy." Greg asks calmly, "Does
that mean you're not coming tonight?" Sarah just shrugs,
"I'm not sure." Greg says, "I don't understand
why you don't like Alison." Sarah, however, insists,
"I do; I like her a lot - and I want to
find out everything she knows about our real mother. It's just..."
Greg growls, "Phyllis." Sarah nods, weakly. Greg mutters,
"Why the hell should we worry about Phyllis? She doesn't
give a damn how we feel; as long as we're well-dressed
and smile in front of her friends, she's happy." Sarah retorts,
"I don't like it either, but she'll freak if we
keep seeing Alison, and the arguments will just get worse."
Greg just retorts, "Let them. What we do is our
business - not Phyllis's, not anybody's. If you want
to come to dinner tonight, you should. For the first
time in your life, do something you want to do."
Gordon and Beryl are standing outside the front door at Beryl's.
As Gordon unlocks the door, Beryl looks around and comments, "I
wasn't sure I'd ever be standing here again." As Gordon opens
the door, he smiles, "Welcome home!" The two of them
head inside - to find the lounge room in a mess! Gordon muses,
"Oh dear... I don't think Craig and Debbie expected you home
so soon." Beryl exclaims, "I can't believe
Debbie would allow it to get so filthy in the first place.
Heaven knows what the kitchen looks like." She heads
out there to find that it's also a mess. Gordon tells
her, "They have been flat-out - Craig studying,
Debbie working. I'm sure it was just a lack of time." Beryl
mutters, "That's no excuse to leave the place looking so
filthy. I don't know where to start." Gordon offers,
"I'll give you a hand." Beryl, however, tells him, "No,
don't be silly. You go and see Doug." Gordon asks her if
she's sure. Beryl insists, "It's alright - I don't mind.
Besides, I'll know I'm really home with a mop in one hand and
a dishcloth in the other!" Gordon smiles, "Alright -
I'll see you soon." With that, he gives Beryl a kiss and
heads out. Beryl takes off her cardigan.
Doug is talking on the 'phone in the lounge room at Caroline's,
saying, "Fine so far - although Gordon hasn't been out to
the airfield yet. I'm a bit worried I've made it all sound a little
flashy; he might get a bit of a fright when he sees it... Let's
hope you're right." He then asks, "How are things going
up in Sydney?" Caroline, who's sitting at the desk in Fiona's
room at the mansion, sighs, "Exhausting. Would you believe
I've done 25 radio and TV interviews for the book in the last
couple of days? I don't know how I'm going to keep this smile
pasted on my face!" She listens to Doug and then says, "I'm
glad it's finishing soon... Day after tomorrow, I think; why -
is there something wrong?" Doug says quickly, "No! It's
just that I didn't expect you home so soon, that's all... Of course
I'm glad; just, you don't have to rush, that's all."
There's suddenly a knock on the door. In Sydney, Caroline comments,
"You sound as though you're deliberately trying to keep me
away... Good, I can't wait to see you too, either. Bye, my darling."
She hangs up. In Melbourne, Doug does likewise and then goes to
answer the door - to find Gordon standing on the step. As he lets
him in, Doug remarks, "You're early! I thought you
and Beryl would still be settling in." Gordon, however, replies,
"She seems to have everything organised in that department
- which is great: gives me a chance to have a look at the set-up
I've heard so much about. You all set?" Doug says in concern,
"I hope I haven't made our little operation sound like some
sort of international carrier; we're not all that flash."
Gordon insists, "It doesn't matter." Doug adds, "And
we're not, probably, as big as I described it, either - but it'll
grow." Gordon assures him, "It's alright: I'm not going
to back out!" Doug says quickly, "I wasn't worried about
that." Gordon replies, "Good. Let's get out of here!"
A while later, Gordon and Doug are standing with Bill Sanders
in the office at Sanders Air Charter. Doug introduces Gordon and
Bill to each other. As they shake hands, Bill tells Gordon, "I've
heard a lot about you." Gordon smiles, "Whatever Doug
said, believe half of it!" He and Doug head over to a table
and sit down as Bill goes and puts on a kettle. Gordon asks, "Where
do we start?" Doug suggests, "How about a few basic
job definitions?" He then says, "The way I see it, Bill
takes charge of the flying side: dealing with students... maintenance
of aircraft... that sort of thing. Gordon takes charge of management:
running books... tax... cost-cutting... financial projections;
anything to do with money. My job is to drum up new business
and make sure we keep expanding." Gordon nods, "That's
fine by me." From the kitchen area, Bill says, "We'll
all be doing what we're good at - and I can't say I'd miss the
paperwork!" Debbie walks in suddenly. She stops in her tracks
as she exclaims, "Gordon! What are you doing here?
When did you get back?" Gordon tells her, "This morning."
Debbie starts to say, "But Craig and I--" She breaks
off as she groans, "Oh no..."
Beryl has finished setting her house to rights. She plumps-up
the cushions on the couch and then picks up a basket of washing
from the armchair. Hidden underneath it is a book, which she places
on the bookshelf. As she does so, she looks at a photo album lying
there, and she picks it up. She opens it and looks at the photos
inside: Kevin and Lynn on their wedding day... Beryl holding baby
Davey... A look of longing appears in her eyes.
A while later, the front door bangs at Beryl's and Craig walks
in, holding a box of groceries. Beryl stands up from the couch
- where she's still looking at the photo album - as Craig stares
at her in shock and says, "Beryl! You're not supposed to
be here yet." Beryl muses, "So I gathered."
Craig tells her, "I only stopped in to stock up the house
before you got back; I'm on my lunchbreak. We didn't want you
coming home to an empty cupboard - or a dirty house..." He
looks around. Beryl comments, "I came back to both
- but you don't have to worry about the cleaning: I've done
it." Craig murmurs, "Sorry. We were going to have it
spick and span. Anyway, I haven't even said hello yet. It's good
to see you!" He gives Beryl a hug and she smiles, "It's
good to see you, too - but I must say: I'm disappointed.
Not only did I come back to the house looking a wreck, I found
yours and Debbie's clothing in the same bedroom." Craig nods
uncomfortably, "That's right." Beryl tells him, "Well,
I think you should move back into separate rooms. I'm not really
happy with you sleeping together." Craig says warily, "I
don't want to sound rude, Beryl, but what Debbie and I do is our
business." Beryl says curtly, "While you're under this
roof, Craig, it's very much my business. You seem
to forget you're guests here, and I want you back into
separate rooms." Craig stares at her and points out, "We're
not kids, Beryl - and we are engaged to be married. If
you don't want us sleeping together under your roof, then maybe
we'd better find another one." Beryl just shrugs,
"If that's what you think."
The front door opens at Caroline's and Alison walks in, loaded
down with bags. The 'phone is ringing. Alison dumps the bags and
then goes and answers the 'phone, saying, "Hello?... Gordon!
Where are you ringing from?... No, I just got it. Why, is anything
wrong?... I see." From the offices at Sanders Air Charter,
Gordon tells her, "I could tighten up a lot of areas; even
so, it's not the golden goose we thought. My suggestion is that
you don't do anything until we meet with Bill's accountant; have
a look at the figures. How does tomorrow sound?" Alison,
however, tells him, "I can't - I'm going back to Sydney
tomorrow; I've got some urgent business. Don't worry - I'm sure
you and Doug will make a go of it..." She adds, "Listen,
Gordon, thanks for being honest with me - I really do appreciate
that. Goodbye." She hangs up. At the airfield, Gordon hangs
up and comments to Bill and Doug, "It looks like you're in
luck - or rather we're in luck." Doug exclaims,
"You mean the deal's still on?!" Gordon nods, "Yes
- she thinks that we can pull it off, no matter what
shape the business is in." Doug and Bill look at each other
Michael is sitting with Fiona in her room at the mansion. Caroline
is standing behind them. As she pours some tea, Fiona asks Caroline,
"What sort of questions do these interviewers ask?"
Caroline replies, "Oh, mostly about my childhood family;
something relevant to the book." Fiona hands her a cup of
tea. Caroline takes it and says, "I'm not complaining - if
it hadn't been for this promotional tour, I wouldn't have been
able to come up to Sydney to see you all." Michael
asks, "Did you get a chance to visit everybody?"
Caroline replies, "Almost - except Wayne: he wasn't even
on the list." Michael comments absentmindedly, "He's
in no condition for visitors - not after trying to kill himself."
Fiona and Caroline both look at him in shock. Caroline murmurs,
"What?" Michael says hesitantly, "Apparently he's
blaming himself for Susan's death. We found him unconscious two
days ago up on the cliff where Susan died." Fiona asks, "Why
was he unconscious?" Michael explains, "Sleeping pills.
Fortunately, we got him in time to have his stomach pumped."
Fiona sighs, "I knew he was devastated by Susan's
death, but I didn't--" Michael interrupts and tells her,
"You can't tell what people are feeling, no matter
how well you know them." Caroline asks disinterestedly,
"Is he still in hospital?" Michael replies, "No.
He discharged himself this morning; I couldn't stop him."
Caroline asks, "Where did he go?" Michael shrugs, "Home,
There's a sharp knock on the front door at Dural. Wayne emerges
from the lounge room, walking slowly and looking tired, and opens
the door. Caroline immediately steps inside. She's holding a bunch
of flowers. She says to Wayne, sounding 'concerned', "I'm
sorry. I hope you don't mind me dropping in, but when I heard
what you've been through, I couldn't bear the thought of you being
on your own. I thought these might brighten the place up a bit."
She indicates the flowers, adding, "They're Susan's favourites.
I'll put them in some water." She heads into the lounge room.
Wayne follows her and demands, "What do you want?" Caroline
insists, "Nothing. I came because I was worried. It must
be awful for you. Susan was very close to all
of us, Wayne." Wayne murmurs in a tiny voice, "Please
don't..." He sits down as Caroline carries on, "We'll
miss her - very much. If it's any consolation to you, I know exactly
what you were going through when you were trying to commit suicide.
I don't know if you remember, but I was on the verge myself
recently - in your nursing home. As a matter of fact, I've brought
you a little memento of those days." She reaches
into her handbag and removes a small bottle, telling Wayne, "Sleeping
pills. I gather you finished all yours..." She then
says coolly, "It must be frightful for you, Wayne,
living the rest of your life without Susan." She puts the
tablets down on the coffee table and adds, "I'll leave these
here. " She head back over towards the front door before
looking round at Wayne again and saying, "Just think: if
they hadn't found you, it would all be over by now. No
more pain. What you were trying to do was the best thing;
by far the best possible solution." With that, she heads
out. Wayne looks at the bottle of sleeping pills. He then picks
A short time later, Caroline walks into Fiona's room at the mansion
and smiles, "Back again!" Fiona, who's doing some ironing,
tells her, "You must let me tag along to one of
these interviews; I haven't heard one yet." Caroline,
however, says, "I wasn't at an interview. I went
to see Wayne." Fiona looks at her, sharply. Caroline
goes on, "The temptation was too much. I couldn't resist
rubbing salt into his wounds. And oh! did it hurt: just before
I left, he was almost about to swallow a second bottle of sleeping
pills." Fiona says warily, "Don't you think maybe that
was a little excessive?" Caroline, however, retorts, "After
everything that Wayne put me through? Nothing short of
murder would balance the scales." Fiona sighs, "Caroline,
Wayne is at rock bottom; no one deserves more than that."
Caroline just growls, "Wayne deserves a lot
more. I'll never forget how I felt when he set me up that night
in that gym, watching me like some sort of a sadist, making me
relive that time in prison..." Fiona murmurs gently, "That
must have been horrible." Caroline tells her, "Wayne
loved it - almost as much as he loved locking me up in
that nursing home like some sort of an animal. I came closer to
a much worse death than Wayne did, believe me. His only
regret was that I didn't come close enough." Fiona
pauses before saying softly, "I understand how you feel,
Caroline, I really do, but there's no point in getting off at
Wayne now; it will just go on and on and on, both of
you getting hurt. Believe me: no one wins those sort of games."
Caroline, however, just tells her, "At the moment, I think
I've got a very good chance of winning; an excellent
chance, in fact." Fiona stands there, looking worried.
Gordon is sitting at Debbie's desk in the offices at Sanders
Air Charter. Debbie is standing behind him. He's saying to a young
man standing in front of him, "You're the only driver that
delivers petrol here, aren't you?" The man retorts, "Yeah.
Any problem?" Gordon introduces himself, adding, "As
of today, I'll be managing Sanders Air Charter." The man
smiles, "Pleased to meet you. Bernie Cook." Gordon indicates
to him to sit down. He then says to Cook, "This morning I
was going through the books and I noticed a rather large fuel
account - it seems that Bill is being charged for twice the petrol
that he actually uses." Cook asks, "Why's he
doing that?" Gordon points out, "You
send him the invoices." Cook retorts, "I only
charge him for what he uses." Gordon, however, says coolly,
"Really? I'd say that he's paying for somebody else's
fuel as well." Cook mutters, "Bull. I'd be
the first to know if that was going on." Gordon
muses, "I'm sure you would..." Cook stares
at him and demands, "Are you saying I'm doing the dirty on
him?" Gordon retorts, "Bill can prove that he hasn't
been receiving the petrol that you reckon he's been getting; that's
all I'm saying - but I believe that you're rather friendly with
some of the other pilots; I'd say that somebody's been getting
the odd free tank." Cook stands up and snaps, "You ought
to be careful who you point the finger at, mate. Somebody
might break it." He goes to walk out. Gordon calls
after him, "I'd be perfectly happy to go to the police if
you'd prefer that. On the other hand, if you tell me their name...
as long as the company is reimbursed, we can forget the whole
thing." Cook glares at him as he adds, "It's up to you:
a little egg on the face or the risk of a criminal record and
some time in jail..." Cook walks back over reluctantly and
sits down again. He then admits, "I've been giving some to
one of the other blokes. It started off as just a couple of gallons.
I guess it got out of hand." Gordon asks, "His name?"
Cook cries, "You don't need that, do you? Couldn't I just
get the money from him and pay you back?" Gordon retorts,
"No. I don't want this to happen again. Having his name is
like a security deposit." Cook sighs before admitting, "Dave
Whitton." Gordon looks at Debbie, who writes it down. He
then turns back to Cook and says, "Thankyou. I'm sure that
we can work together profitably and honestly; however, if anything
like this happens again, I will hand you straight over to the
police." Cook nods at him. He then stands up and walks out.
When he's gone. Debbie smiles, "That was telling him!"
Gordon just comments, "I hope he took it seriously."
Debbie then says, "Bill is lucky to have you; it
would've taken him ages to get around to sorting that
out, even if he knew he was losing money hand-over-fist."
Gordon asks casually, "Does he spend all his time
on the 'planes?" Debbie nods, "Every minute - he's either
fixing them or flying them. He's very good, but he really doesn't
have a clue about how to run a business." Gordon shakes his
head and murmurs, "No..."
Sometime later, Alison, Gordon, Doug and Bill Sanders walk through
the front door at Caroline's, Doug saying to Gordon as they do
so, "You've got something up your sleeve; I can smell
it!" The four of them head into the lounge room and sit down
as Gordon explains, "I wanted to discuss Bill's trip to America."
Bill comments, "We covered most of it at lunch;
I reckon it'll go off without a hitch." Gordon, however,
tells him, "To be honest, Bill, I have reservations. I'm
sure you can cope with the selection of a 'plane and the technical
aspects of the trip, but I don't know that you have much time
for the paperwork." Doug comments, "You mean
the contracts and all that?" Gordon nods, "Mmm."
Looking at Bill again, he goes on, "With due respects, I
think you need a hand." Bill replies, "You're probably
right: I'm not too good with the old accounts." Doug suggests,
"Why doesn't Alison go?" Alison, however, tells
him, "No, no, I have business in Sydney." Gordon, however,
tells Doug, "It doesn't matter." Doug looks at him and
asks, "You got someone else in mind?" Gordon nods, "I
think you might be surprised. I thought young Debbie
would do an excellent job." Everyone looks at him. Gordon
points out, "You've seen her operate - she's very efficient;
and she gets on well with Bill. The accounts are meticulously
organised and she's got a good business head to boot. I think
she'd be perfect." Bill remarks, "I've got to admit:
she's been a Godsend in the office." Doug adds, "You're
right: she would be good." Gordon smiles, "I'm
glad we all agree. I'll see what she says tonight."
It's evening-time. The front door bangs at Beryl's and Debbie
walks in - to find the place neat and tidy. A look of guilt crosses
her face. Beryl emerges from the kitchen and says stiffly, "Hello,
Debbie." Debbie grins, "Beryl! Gee, it's good to see
you!" Beryl murmurs, "It's good to be back." Debbie
then gives her a warm hug before then saying, "Gordon told
me you got home early. I'm so sorry about the mess; it wasn't
like this the whole time, honestly." Beryl just retorts,
"That didn't bother me much - not as much as the
fact that you and Craig have been sleeping together."
Debbie looks down at the floor before murmuring, "I didn't
think that would bother you; I mean, we are
adults." Beryl retorts, "Adults or not, you're not married,
are you?" Gordon emerges from the kitchen as Beryl adds,
"I know that seems old-fashioned, but it is my house
and that's the way things are." Gordon smiles, "Hello,
Debbie." He then says to Beryl, "Can you have a look
at the dinner? That recipe doesn't make any sense to me whatsoever,
I'm afraid." Beryl nods, "Yes, alright." She heads
off to the kitchen. When she's gone, Gordon tells Debbie gently,
"Don't worry about it. She's just keyed-up about being home;
it'll be OK." Debbie comments warily, "I hope so. I
wasn't really expecting to come home and be told all that."
Gordon pauses before then saying, "You know that Bill is
heading to America soon... well, how would you like to make a
second booking for yourself?" Debbie stares at him in surprise.
She asks, "Go with him?" Gordon nods, "He
needs someone to keep him organised, and we decided you'd be best."
Debbie gasps, "America?!" Gordon smiles, "I take
it that means yes!" Debbie exclaims, "Yes! Of course!"
Her face then falls, though, and she murmurs, "No. Wait a
minute. I can't." Gordon asks, "Why not?"
Debbie explains, "Craig." Gordon points out, "You'd
still be on a salary; he wouldn't be without support; and it wouldn't
be forever." Debbie, however, sighs, "No, that isn't
it. We've had a little bit of trouble lately - there was another
girl; she was a friend of mine. She tried to win him over; she
almost did." Gordon suggests, "Maybe the trip
is just what you need? A short break from each other."
Debbie, however, tells him, "No. That's what the problem
was last time: I was away at work so much that Craig
never got to see me. I'm really flattered you asked me,
Gordon, but I'll have to say no. Craig's got a lot on at school
and we need time together at the moment." Gordon nods at
her, looking disappointed.
Sarah and Greg are sitting in the lounge room at Caroline's.
Alison hands them both drinks and asks, "How was uni?"
Sarah replies, "Not bad." Alison comments, "You're
doing Arts, aren't you?" Sarah nods, "I'm doing to do
BET next year." Alison asks, "Teaching?" Sarah
replies, "Should be great; I'm looking forward to it."
Greg, however, mutters suddenly, "Rubbish. The only reason
Sarah's studying to be a teacher is because of Phyllis.
She really wants to be a hairdresser; Phyllis
won't let her - it's not 'respectable' enough." Alison asks,
"What about you?" Greg retorts, "Same
problem. Thanks to Phyllis I'm doing Law. It bores the pants
off me. There's no way I'm going to finish, let alone practice."
Alison pauses before saying, "I want you to think about something
after I leave. The offer might seem a bit rushed, but how would
you feel about coming up to Sydney?" Greg asks, "For
a holiday?" Alison smiles, "To live - with
me." Sarah and Greg stare at her in surprise.