Alison laughs at Fiona, "You! In a place like that?
Who do you think you're kidding?!" Fiona just murmurs, "I'm
glad you find it amusing." Alison tells her, "I find
it pathetic! Not the idea of an old people's home; the
fact that you're trying to pull pathos on me." Fiona
says weakly, "I'm not trying to pull anything on anyone;
I just can't think of any other way, it's as simple as that."
Alison tells her, "I'm sure if you applied your mind to it
you'd come up with something." Fiona shrugs, "I'm sure
I would, but I just haven't got enough energy, that's all."
Alison looks at her and retorts, "That's your problem.
You know, the one thing you had going for you was your courage.
If you've lost that, you're not even worth arguing with."
With that, she heads out, leaving Fiona sitting there, looking
Craig and Gordon are eating breakfast in the kitchen at Beryl's
as Beryl paces the floor and asks, "How do you think I'd
go as a carpenter?" She sits down as Gordon muses, "If
you're as good as me, you wouldn't!" Craig asks,
"Why don't you do a typing course to start? That could always
come in useful." Beryl, however, tells him, "I don't
want a boring office job." Gordon points out, "Not all
office jobs are boring." Beryl retorts, "I know that,
but I want something different." Gordon then says,
"I know what you would be good at: kindergarten
teaching." Craig adds, "Yeah! You love kids... and they
love you. What better qualification could you have?" Beryl,
however, retorts, "I have had quite enough looking after
children, thankyou!" Gordon suggests, "You could try
working in some sort of store. You like people; you get on well
with them." Beryl, however, insists, "I want some adventure;
something completely different." Craig tells her, "You
should take up white-water rafting or become a ski instructor!"
Beryl just retorts, "I am being serious." Gordon, looking
at her leaflets, muses, "Surely you can't be serious about
some of these? Mechanical engineering... bricklaying..."
Beryl chuckles, "A lot of women do that sort of
work now. I'm not saying it's for me; I just picked up a bunch
of things to look at." Gordon remarks, "It's certainly
diverse!" He then suggests that it's time he was going. He
and Craig stand up and Beryl begins clearing the table. Gordon
gives Beryl a kiss, picks up his jacket and says, "Bye."
He then looks at Craig and asks, "You coming?" Beryl
asks Craig in surprise, "Aren't you going to Tec?" Craig
explains, "Free day. I'm going to the airfield with Gordon."
Beryl calls after them, "Nobody tells me anything!"
Sometime later, Gordon is sitting behind the desk in the office
at Sanders Air Charter, talking on the 'phone, saying, "That's
great, Bill. Sounds as though everything's really going well...
Just don't spend more than we can afford, eh?!... Fine... Yes,
I'm sure he would." He then looks across at Craig and asks,
"Feel like thirty seconds with Debbie?" He holds out
the 'phone and Craig grabs it. He says eagerly, "Hello?...
Hi, how's it going?... Yeah? Sounds great! Missing me, though,
aren't you?... Of course!... Oh, it's not too bad. One of the
tutors is a bit of a drag... Yeah, I bet you would." His
voice then becomes sadder as he goes on, "The nights are
worst for me, too... I wish I could afford it
- but you'll be back before too long. Don't let those Yanks impress
you too much!... Of course I'm jealous!... No, I've got
the day off; Gordon asked me to come in here for a while. Listen,
I'd better get going... Me too... Yeah, I'll write as soon as
I get home. It's good to hear your voice, though... OK... Bye."
With that, he hangs up. Gordon asks him, "Worth the trip
out?" Craig smiles, "You bet!" Gordon goes on,
"You really miss her, don't you?" Craig nods, "Like
you wouldn't believe." Gordon, however, retorts, "Oh
yes I would. When Beryl was in jail, I felt as though my right
arm had been cut off." He then adds, "It's nice to see
two young people so committed to each other." Craig, sitting
down on the edge of Gordon's desk, sighs, "It's not just
that. Debbie means... I don't know... she's more than
that. She's a good friend too, you know? It's hard to explain...
It's not just that we're in love; she's a sister and
she's a cousin and she's basically--" Gordon interrupts and
suggests, "Family?" Craig smiles, "I know it sounds
crazy, but yeah, in a way. I guess she makes up for not having
anyone else around." Gordon remarks, "It must
be very lonely for you, sometimes, without a family." Craig
nods, "Mainly when Debbie's not around."
Alison is standing with Michael in the hallway at the mansion,
saying tersely, "There really isn't time for subtlety,
Michael." Michael, however, retorts, "There are ways
and 'ways' of telling people they don't have a roof over their
heads." Alison mutters, "I didn't realise you were so
sensitive." Michael, however, insists, "It's not me
I'm worried about - but if you've just told the other tenants
the way you've told me, you're going to have a lot of
upset people on your hands." Alison listens but then retorts,
"I'm not going to have anyone on my hands. I've
invested a lot of money in that air-charter service and it's stretched
me to the limit. I simply cannot afford to hold onto this place."
Michael sighs, "OK, I'll accept you need the money, but surely
a little more notice could've been given." Alison,
however, retorts, "No, I've got a buyer who wants the place.
She's coming over for a second look this morning and I'm not going
to put her off. She and her husband want to restore the place
and live in it." Michael asks, "Can't you explain to
them?" Alison, however, tells him, "I'm not going to
say anything that could jeopardise the sale." Michael glares
at her and says, "What I'm most concerned about
is Fiona. I know you two don't get on, but I would've
thought you could show just a bit of compassion."
Alison sighs, "She's a lot tougher than you think, and I
have known her a lot longer than you." Janice comes downstairs
at that moment and chips in, "She may have been tough once,
but she's taking the whole thing a lot harder than you realise."
Alison mutters, "You'd know, of course." Janice,
indicating a tray she's holding, says, "That's why I've made
her a lovely breakfast; thought it might cheer her up a bit. Good
Lord knows she needs it when she has to face being tossed
into the street." Alison just growls, "For heaven's
sakes, spare me any more violins." With that, she
marches off down the hallway and heads out through the front door.
Michael remarks to Janice, "Guilt complex, I think - not
that she'd admit it." Janice retorts, "I don't think
she feels guilty at all. Poor Fiona's gone down lower
than I've ever seen her." Michael suggests, "Why don't
we get our heads together with Andy?"
A few minutes later, Janice puts Fiona's tray of breakfast things
down in Michael's room. Andy has joined them and Janice says,
"Now that we've got our heads together, what do we do?"
Michael, sitting down at the table, tells her, "The first
thing, I think, is to look at the options we have." Janice
asks, "What options do we have? We have to get out
- including Fiona." Michael tells her, "For a start,
tenants have rights, so we seek legal advice on where Fiona stands.
I seem to remember she fought for this place against having it
pulled down." Janice nods, "That's right - and then
she had to fight again when Alison was going to sell it. That's
why I think Fiona's thrown in the towel this time: she
just doesn't think she can win a third round." Michael
muses, "Right... but it could be to our advantage: the people
who supported her before will more than likely weigh in on her
side again." Andy - who's getting stuck into Fiona's
toast! - suggests, "Hey! We could start a campaign. Get one
of the local newspapers involved; even the TV station. It's the
sort of stuff those current affair programmes eat up!" Michael
smiles at Janice, "And you can't tell me Fiona wouldn't play
it to the hilt if she had a TV camera on her." Janice sighs,
"The way she is, I don't think she'd have to put on a performance;
she'd break anybody's heart." She then stands up
to get a piece of paper on which to write ideas down. As she does
so, she looks at Andy and then gasps, "Andy! How dare
you! Here we are, trying to come up with serious ideas and all
you can do is feed your face. That was for Fiona."
Andy just shrugs, "It would've been cold by the
time she got it." He then tells the others, "We're going
about this the wrong way." Janice protests, "It's a
good idea." Andy retorts, "I've got a better one - and
one that'll work faster, too." Janice asks, "What?"
Andy just smiles, "You'll see!"
A short time later, Andy is spraying water on one of the walls
in the hallway! He puts down his sprayer quickly as the front
door opens and Mrs. Brennan walks in. He looks at her and remarks,
"Not looking for a room, I hope." Janice is standing
by the front door as Mrs. Brennan replies, "No, no, I'm interested
in buying the house." Andy chuckles immediately, "I'm
surprised they're still selling the place!" He takes
a step forward and Janice dashes in and picks up the sprayer from
behind him! Mrs. Brennan says to Andy, "It's been on the
market for a while?" Andy nods, "Ages. People
have shown interest, but it's all fallen through." Mrs. Brennan
asks, "Any particular reason?" Andy replies, "Well
it does need a spot of attention." Mrs. Brennan remarks in
surprise, "I felt this is a fairly solid old house."
Andy tells her, "On the surface, maybe, but you should try
living here for a while. I mean, the plumbing's really
shot: if you have the water on in one part of the house, you can't
get any more than a trickle anywhere else." Mrs.
Brennan muses, "I suppose the pipes are hardly likely to
be copper..." Andy goes on, "The boiler's always
given us trouble. You know it blew-up once?" Mrs. Brennan
tells him, "Oh, I'd be prepared to replace that. We intend
renovating completely." Andy smiles, "Good!" He
then adds, "The damp's going to cost you a fortune,
though, isn't it?" Mrs. Brennan looks at him in surprise
and says, "The damp? You mean the walls?"
Andy tells her, "They tried putting some stuff on it to cover
it up; that's why you'll find most of the rooms are freshly painted."
Mrs. Brennan comments, "That's an old trick."
Andy nods, "You would be surprised what's underneath these
walls. The thing that gets the tenants, though, is the story about
the ghost. I mean, I don't personally believe in it,
but I guess anything's possible - particularly in a place this
old." Mrs. Brennan tells him, "I don't believe in ghosts
either - but as you say, anything's possible." She then says,
"I might have a further think before I make a decision."
Andy smiles, "I would too. I'd hate to see anyone buying
a pig in a poke." Mrs. Brennan says, "Thankyou for being
so helpful." Andy assures her, "My pleasure." With
that, Mrs. Brennan heads out. Janice joins Andy and admonishes,
"That was an absolutely dreadful thing to do."
Andy laughs, "I couldn't agree more." Janice smiles,
"I hope it works!"
A police car has pulled up outside Charlie's and Greg is climbing
out of the passenger-side door. Alison emerges from the house
and asks, "What's going on?" A police officer climbs
out and says, "Miss. Carr?" Alison nods, "Yes.
What's the problem?" The officer tells her, "A spot
of painting." Alison asks in surprise, "What
painting?" The officer retorts, "Graffiti. Luckily it
was on the walls of an old warehouse in the process of being demolished,
so I don't see any cause in taking the matter any further. Mr.
Hudson assures me that he's at a responsible age. I just wanted
to make sure." Alison sighs, "He is..."
The officer looks at Greg and says, "Don't do it again."
He then heads back to his car, climbs in and drives off. When
he's gone, Alison snaps at Greg, "What on earth did you think
you were doing? You're old enough to know better."
Greg just shrugs, "Is there an age limit?" Alison retorts,
"You know what I mean. I nearly had a heart attack
when the police car arrived. What on earth possessed you?"
Greg shrugs, "I had a few drinks and I was bored." Alison
mutters, "Oh yes, the usual excuse of youth. Why don't you
do something useful for a change?" Greg mutters,
"Please, not another lecture. Phyllis's quotes could fill
an encyclopaedia!" Alison growls, "I'm sorry, but you
deserve it." Greg holds out his right hand and asks, "You
going to give me a smack?!" Alison looks at him and then
sighs, "Oh get out!" She then asks, "What did you
write on the stupid wall, anyway?" Greg replies, "'Beam
me up, Scotty. There's no intelligent life down here.'" Alison
It's evening-time. Craig and Gordon are sitting at the kitchen
table at Beryl's as Beryl puts on some rubber gloves. Gordon comments,
"We really must get a dishwasher." Beryl muses, "That's
something I haven't really thought about." Craig stands up
and announces, "I'm off to my room to cram a bit. Thanks
for dinner." Gordon says to him, "Thanks for your help
today." Craig insists, "It was nothing." With that,
he leaves the room. When he's gone, Gordon remarks to Beryl, "He's
a very pleasant young man. I tried to get him to talk today, but
he clammed-up when I mentioned his family. It seems rather sad
that he places so much store in Debbie. There's nothing wrong
with the way he feels about her, but I just get the feeling that
he hasn't got anybody else." Beryl explains, "His
background wasn't all the best; it's a wonder he's come
through as well as he has." Gordon nods, "He
mentioned that you knew something about it." Beryl
tells him, "His mother dumped him early in life; a friend
of hers looked after him. I gather she wasn't too bad, but then
she died. The woman that took him in turned out to be a real monster,
so Craig left; then he found his real mother and she
was a disappointment to him. You don't have to know all the details,
but she ended up being murdered. It's taken him quite some time
to get over it." Gordon asks, "He had no one to turn
to but Debbie?" Beryl replies, "Not really. I did my
best to help, but I wasn't a substitute for a family. Debbie's
the only one that really got through to him." Gordon remarks,
"It seems odd that he hasn't made any other friends."
Beryl agrees, "Yes, it does. It's not as though he hasn't
got a pleasant personality." Gordon, looking suddenly thoughtful,
murmurs, "No. Far from it..." Beryl asks, "What
are you thinking?" Gordon, however, just tells her, "It's
not clear in my mind, yet."
Michael is sitting with Fiona in her room at the mansion. She's
showing him a brochure and saying, "This place looks
nice - and it seems like everyone has their own garden."
Michael points out, "But it's so crammed-up against the others."
Fiona just shrugs, "There's nothing wrong with people around
you - and it says here that they have a permanent nurse on hand."
Michael sighs, "Planning on becoming an invalid, are you?"
Fiona replies, "No - but it's most reassuring." Janice
comes in from the hallway as Fiona goes on, "There's no sense
in denying it: I am just as capable as the next person
of getting sick. Remember my appendix?" Janice glances at
the brochure and says, "That sort of place isn't for you,
Aunt Fiona." Fiona, however, retorts, "I think I'm
the best judge of that." Janice looks at Michael and nods
towards the hallway. He takes the hint and says quickly to Fiona,
"I'll be back in a minute, Fiona; I just remembered something."
He stands up and heads out into the hallway. Fiona barely notices.
Out in the hallway, Janice demands sharply, "What happened?
I thought Andy had talked that woman out of buying."
Michael shrugs, "I don't know. I thought the sale was off
too; it doesn't seem to have changed Fiona's mind about leaving."
Janice growls, "She makes me so mad. Once she's got a bee
in her bonnet, there's no stopping her." Alison walks in
through the main front door suddenly, and Janice mutters, "Here's
trouble." Alison turns to her and snaps, "You bet your
life there's trouble." Michael asks, "What's
the matter?" Alison rants, "I had just sold this dump
of a place and the buyer's gone cold on me. I bet I know
who's responsible." She goes to head into Fiona's room. Janice,
however, says quickly, "It had nothing to do with Fiona;
it was my fault." Alison looks at her and muses,
"Oh it was, was it? Yes... I should've known."
She then snaps, "You're wasting your time. I'm still selling
the place - only this time it'll be by auction."
With that, she marches out again. Janice looks at Michael and
cries, "That woman is insufferable."
A while later, Greg is sitting in the lounge room at Charlie's
as Alison relates, "And Andy told her there was a ghost in
the house. The stupid woman bought it." She takes
a sip from a glass of scotch as she adds bitterly, "Between
Andy, the do-gooder Janice and Michael, the doctor with the smile
of an angel, I've got a real battle on my hands. They
haven't got a chance of winning, though." Greg points out,
"They seem to have you hopping." Alison tells him, "They're
annoying me, more than anything - like a bunch of mosquitos."
She then comments, "I wonder where Sarah is. I hope Andy
hasn't taken her back to the mansion - the less involved she becomes
with those people the better." Greg smiles, "They
sound interesting!" Alison, however, mutters, "I
can think of a better word for them." She then announces,
"I have to go out again - try and get this agent off his
backside." Greg exclaims, "At night?"
Alison just retorts, "He gets his commission."
Fiona has poured out five glasses of champagne. They're all sitting
in front of her, on her coffee table. She picks up the first one
and, already sounding merry, says out loud, "Right... now...
here's to it, old girl. Here's to what? What are we going to toast
this time?" She raises her glass and slurs, "I
know! Here's to all the boys who bought me a present!" She
takes a large sip and then exclaims, "Wow! You're going to
need a couple dozen more bottles if you're going to do that."
She then stands up and slurs, "I've got a better idea! Here's
to my dear old house in Manly, God bless its little heart!"
She takes another large gulp before then slurring, "And here's
to Bunty and Thel." She bursts out laughing, "You couple
of old reprobates, you!" She then goes on, "And here's
to Jill. And Terry... and little Fee... and Johnny..." Her
face drops suddenly and she then murmurs, "Hold it... things
are getting a bit morbid around here." She sits down again.
There's suddenly a knock on the door and she calls, "Come
on in, it's open!" The door opens and Greg comes in. He says
to Fiona hesitantly, "Hi, there. I'm Greg." Fiona smiles,
"Hi Greg! Uni student by the look of it. Sorry - no rooms.
Well, there are rooms, but they're not to let; well,
they are to let, but I can't let them because the house
is being sold, so..." Greg tells her, "I'm not looking
for a room." Fiona exclaims, "Why not? Everybody's
looking for a room! I'm going to be looking for a room...
soon!" She bursts out laughing, "That almost rhymes,
doesn't it?!" She then stares at him and asks, "Who
are you?" Greg explains, "Greg Hudson. I was wondering
if my sister was here." Fiona looks at him and asks
in surprise, "Did you say 'Hudson'?" Greg nods, "Yeah.
Why?" Fiona shrugs drunkenly, "Why indeed? It's a perfectly
nice name!" She then asks, "Are you any relation to
Pamela Hudson?" Greg stares at her and says, "You
know Pamela Hudson?" Fiona replies, "I knew
her. I knew her. Are you her son?" Greg nods, "Yeah."
Fiona muses, "Ahhh. Well, you're too late, 'cos she's left
here. She left and went over to stay with Alison. You know Alison
Carr? But she's gone from there, too. Poof! Gone!" Greg stands
there, a look of fury on his face.
A short time later, the front door slams at Charlie's and Greg
storms in, yelling, "Alison... Alison..." He heads into
the lounge room, but it's empty. He then goes to the cabinet by
the wall and looks in it. He apparently doesn't find what he wants,
though. He starts rifling through the magazines on the coffee
table and he fiddles with the TV and video. All-of-a-sudden, an
alarm goes off. Greg ignores it, and moves to rifling through
the drawers in the drinks cabinet. The alarm on the video keeps
Fiona is pouring herself yet another glass of champagne. The
door to her room opens suddenly and Janice walks in. She mutters,
"What a charming sight." Fiona smiles, "You think
so?" Janice sits down and growls, "Aunt Fiona, you should
be thoroughly ashamed of yourself." Fiona just beams, "Yes,
I'm ashamed. Thoroughly. I don't think I can finish that bottle!"
Janice snaps, "It doesn't matter what your excuse is. There's
no reason to behave like this." Fiona, however, slurs, "Who
needs an excuse? I didn't need an excuse when I was young and
I drank gallons of the stuff!" Janice mutters, "I don't
think we need to delve into your past, at the moment." Fiona
slurs, "Why not? It's got an awful lot more going for it
than my future has!" Janice insists, "There's
nothing to say your future isn't going to be good as your past."
Fiona retorts drunkenly, "You reckon? What am I going to
have, huh?" She slams her hand down on the brochure on the
coffee table and goes on, "Not one of those places,
that's for sure." Janice comments, "I thought
you were keen on the idea this afternoon." Fiona
slurs, "Oh yeah! Keen as mustard! But then I realised how
much they were going to cost and how much I had to spend, and
I could probably afford to buy the loo in the room..." She
bursts into a fit of giggles! Janice pleads sadly, "Aunt
Fiona, don't do this to yourself." Fiona, however, slurs,
"Please, Janice, don't feel sorry for me. It'll only make
me cry, and I don't want to cry because that's giving in too much."
Tears start to well in her eyes, though, as she goes on, "You
know, there's one thing champagne does for me: it makes me feel
good even when I'm feeling rotten and, oh boy oh boy, do I feel
rotten." She then picks up a glass and holds it out to Janice.
Janice, however, points out, "You know what alcohol
does to me." Fiona smiles, "Yep! So have a glass!"
Janice insists, "I really don't think I should." Fiona
just slurs, "That's what's wrong with you, my girl:
you think too much. Where's the Reid blood? Surely there
has to be some of my blood coursing through your veins?"
Janice stares at her and then smiles, "There is. Alright!"
She sits down and takes a glass, saying, "Just a small one."
Fiona smiles at her, happily. As Janice takes a sip, Fiona beams,
"That's my girl!"
The front door opens at Charlie's and Alison heads inside - to
find Greg being escorted out of the lounge room by a police officer.
She snaps, "What the hell's going on?" The officer tells
her, "A neighbour reported an alarm going off. Caught him
in the act." Greg sighs, "I've been trying to tell him
I live here." Alison clarifies, "Yes, that's
right, constable. I'm Alison Carr; I live here too." The
officer mutters, "I see." He then snaps at Greg, "You
should've turned the alarm off, young fella." Looking at
Alison, he adds, "And you should be grateful you've got observant
neighbours, madam." With that, he heads off. When he's gone,
Alison looks at Greg and asks in surprise, "What happened?"
Greg just retorts icily, "Why didn't you tell me my mother
was here?" Alison's face drops.