A few minutes later, Wayne emerges from the main exercise room
and walks into the reception area. Alison marches after him and
mutters, "Alright. What happened?" Wayne just echoes
lightly, "Happened?" Alison retorts, "This sudden
burst of energy." Wayne repeats, "Energy?" Alison
growls, "Don't play dumb, Wayne; the wind might
change!" She then goes on curtly, "Last time I saw you,
you'd all but given up on yourself. Now you're running around
like the cat who ate the cream." Wayne opens the box file
of members' cards. Going through it, he muses, "You know,
I can't seem to find any membership of yours. You do have
a membership, don't you?" Alison retorts, "Charlie's
friends don't pay." Wayne just says tersely, "But I'm
a partner - and my half doesn't give away freebies.
What are we going to do about that?" Alison shrugs
in disinterest, "I haven't the faintest idea." Wayne
says, "I'll give you a choice: you can either give me half
the price of a course... or use half the gym's facilities. I can't
be fairer than that." Alison mutters, "My, we are
the tough little businessman today, aren't we. Why the sudden
change?" A broad grin crosses Wayne's face as he tells her,
"Tick put on a morning tea for one of his little friends
today - only she wasn't so little; quite attractive, too, actually.
She's just come up from Melbourne. What's her name: Sally? No...
Sarah. Sarah Hudson." Alison looks at him sharply as he continues,
"It's a sad story, too. She came up looking for her mother,
but she was nowhere to be found..." Looking worried, Alison
demands, "Did you tell her?" Wayne asks 'innocently',
"Tell her what?" Alison growls, "That Pamela stayed
with me." Wayne assures her, "I wouldn't do
that - not yet, anyway." Alison snaps, "Why
wait?" Wayne retorts, "Because you obviously have a
reason for keeping it from her - and us 'tough' little businessmen
like to know all the facts, so we can make the best deal."
Alison warns quickly, "If you're trying to blackmail me,
forget it: I wouldn't give you the satisfaction." Wayne just
smiles, "Why don't I let you think about that? If
it's that important, you'll come round." Alison growls, "Don't
keep the meter running." With that, she storms out. Wayne
stands there, looking pleased with himself!
Sarah is sitting on the couch in the lounge room at Charlie's
when Alison arrives home. She says coolly, "Hello, Sarah."
Sarah says in reply, "Hi! Have you seen Greg around anywhere?"
Alison retorts, "No, I haven't." She goes to the drinks
cabinet. Sarah looks at her and asks, "You OK?" Alison
pours herself a mineral water as she replies, "I've just
been down to the gym, where I bumped into Wayne Hamilton. He said
you'd had morning tea with him and Tick." Sarah smiles, "Tick's
got a crush on me - which is a bit of a problem! I'll try and
let him down gently, because I know what puppy love feels like;
the same thing happened to me when I was his age."
Alison starts to say, "Look, Sarah--" Sarah, however,
ignores her and goes on, "I wish you'd been there!
Wayne thought I was Tick's age, so you can imagine his face when
I walked in! Tick had the table set up for a kid's birthday
party: fairy cakes--" Alison interrupts suddenly and snaps,
"Look, I don't want you to have anything to do with
Wayne Hamilton." Sarah asks in surprise, "Why not?"
Alison, going and sitting down next to her, retorts, "I just
don't. He's no good. He makes trouble for everyone he comes into
contact with." Sarah comments, "He seemed very nice
to me." Alison just tells her, "You're not
to go over there anymore. If he calls, hang up; if he comes over
here, slam the door in his face." Sarah says blankly, "I
don't understand." Alison, standing up again, says coolly,
"Just take my word for it: he's bad news." Sarah demands,
"Why should I stop seeing him when you're not giving me any
reasons? You're beginning to sound like Phyllis: 'do
as you're told and don't ask questions'. I thought it was going
to be different with you." Alison pleads, "Sarah,
look--" Sarah, however, stands up and interrupts, "Call
me when you're going to stop treating me like a child." With
that, she marches out through the french windows. Alison stands
there and sighs heavily.
Tick is sitting in the hallway at Dural, clearing away his marbles,
when the front door opens and Wayne comes in, holding a large
covered wicker basket. Tick asks excitedly, "What's that?"
Wayne, putting the basket down on the floor, smiles, "I don't
know! Looks like a present to me!" Tick exclaims, "Who's
it for?!" Wayne opens the basket to reveal a puppy inside.
He says to the dog, "Who do you belong to?" He then
puts his ear to the dog's mouth and says, "Tick?!"
Tick exclaims excitedly, "Wow! Thanks a lot!" Wayne
hands him the dog and asks, "What you going to call him?"
Tick shrugs, "I don't know." He then says suddenly,
"Sparky! I had a cat called Sparky once!" He
then asks eagerly, "Can I go and show him to Sarah?"
Wayne, however, replies hesitantly, "Er... you've already
seen Sarah today; you don't want to make a pest of yourself,
do you?" Tick insists, "I'm not a pest; she
likes me." Wayne just says hesitantly, "Let's
have a talk, huh?" They head into the lounge room and sit
down on the couch. As they do so, Wayne tells Tick, "I just
want to talk about Sarah." Tick asks in surprise, "Why?"
Wayne replies, "You know what love is, don't you?"
Tick nods, "Course. It's when you like someone a lot."
Wayne agrees, "Right..." He then continues, "But
there's a bit more to it: you like the person... differently
to your other friends; you want to spend all your time with them,
you have a lot in common... That's why people in love get married
- or live together." Tick asks, "Like you and Susan?"
Wayne nods, "Yeah - like me and Susan." Tick then declares,
"I want to marry Sarah." Wayne says awkwardly,
"Mate, a lot of boys your age meet girls like Sarah and think
they like them in that different way. I know Sarah likes you,
but you have to remember that she's a lot older than
you are." Tick cries, "Not much - and she does like
me." Wayne says quickly, "I know - but I think you like
her a lot more than she likes you." Tick asks, "How
do you know? Did she say something?" Wayne tells him, "No
- but--" Tick stands up suddenly and cries, "You don't
know what you're talking about." With that, he stuffs Sparky
into Wayne's arms and runs out. Wayne looks at the dog and murmurs,
"I didn't handle that too well, did I, Sparky?"
Sarah is sitting by the pool at Charlie's, her feet up on the
patio table. She's looking at a magazine when she spots Tick approaching.
He walks over to her and says, "Wayne says you don't like
me as much as I like you. Is that right?" Sarah tells him
sincerely, "I like you very much, Tick, but..." She
breaks off. She then continues, "You see, I'm a lot older
than you are." Tick stares at her and cries, "You've
been talking to him. He's been saying the same things as you;
making fun of me." Sarah insists quickly, "That's not
true. Let me explain." Tick, however, turns and runs off,
yelling, "I don't want to hear." Sarah sits there, looking
A short time later, Tick is sitting with Sparky on the couch
at Dural, stroking him as he says sadly, "They're making
fun of me, Sparky. I don't think Wayne loves me anymore."
He then picks the dog up and carries him out of the room.
A few moments later, Tick is outside. He runs round into the
covered parking area - where Susan's old car is parked - and crouches
down in the corner. Still holding Sparky, he says softly, "You
be quiet if Wayne comes - we don't want him to know where we are
until he's sorry."
Alison is pouring herself a drink in the lounge room at Charlie's
when Sarah walks in through the french windows. Alison says to
her, "Can we talk?" Sarah, however, sighs, "Not
now - I have to see Tick." Alison growls, "I told you
I don't want you going anywhere near the Hamilton house."
Sarah retorts, "I have to. Tick came over. I tried
talking to him about this crush he has on me and botched the whole
thing up. He thinks Wayne and I are in some sort of conspiracy
against him." Alison pleads, "At least please hear me
out before you go. You want to know why I put my foot down about
Wayne? I'll tell you." Sarah looks at her as she carries
on, "I used to be his stepmother. I was married to his father
for a very long time." Sarah stares at her in surprise and
asks, "Why didn't you tell me that before?" The two
of them sit down as Alison explains, "It's not something
I care to talk or think about. Wayne and I never clicked: he had
a sick, possessive love for his father. He resented anyone he
saw as a threat to that - like me. Over the years, his
resentment turned to hatred. Even though his father and I were
divorced a few years ago, he never really forgave me for taking
dear old dad away from him." Sarah murmurs, "He didn't
seem that bad to me." Alison explains quickly, "Oh,
that's the thing about Wayne: he can be Prince Charming when we
wants to be - but only as a means to an end. He wanted to get
you on-side so you'd trust him - then he intended to lie his head
off about me." Sarah asks, "Why would he do that?"
Alison just replies, "I'll tell you later. There's something
else you need to know first - about your mother." She pauses
before then saying, "She stayed in this house when she was
released from prison." Sarah exclaims, "You told me
you hadn't seen her!" Alison insists, "Only
to protect you. She didn't want anything to do with you
and Greg. She met a man called Nick that she fell head over heels
in love with. She didn't want you both around to get in the way.
I talked to her - I tried to make her understand that you
might need to see her - but she wouldn't listen; she
didn't care. Then I went down to Melbourne; I thought I could
see how you and Greg were getting on and I could bring you back
to Sydney; she might change her mind." Sarah asks meekly,
"Why didn't you tell us that then?" Alison
replies, "In case it didn't work out. I didn't want to raise
your hopes up. As it turned out, I was right: she found
out I'd been in Melbourne and took off with lover-boy." Sarah,
looking upset, asks, "Why are you telling me now?" Alison
replies, "Because Wayne had other ideas: he hated
me so much he was going to paint Pamela as the Good Fairy and
me as the Wicked Witch - but I swear to you it was nothing like
that: Pamela was a cold-hearted bitch who cared about no one but
herself. Sorry you had to find out." Sarah, looking shocked,
murmurs, "Don't be. I'm glad I know. If that's the way mum
felt, it's best Greg and I never saw her." Alison pauses
before then saying, "So... now you know about Wayne."
Sarah replies, "I won't go near him - I promise."
Wayne is standing in the hallway at Dural, calling for Tick.
There's no response, though. After a few seconds, he spots a sheet
of paper on the telephone table. He picks it up.
A short time later, Janice is sitting next to Fiona on the couch
in Fiona's room at the mansion, reading from a sheet of paper:
"'You and Sarah made fun of me and I don't want to live with
you anymore. I took Sparky. Don't look for us. Tick.'" Wayne,
who's standing next to Michael, says, "I came straight over
- he's always come here before - but there's no sign of him in
the caravan." Michael says, "I'm sure he'll be alright.
At least he left a note this time." Wayne demands,
"What does that prove?" Michael explains, "That's
he's hurt - and he wants you to know it. He'll come home as soon
as he feels a bit better." Janice asks Wayne, "Have
you called the Carters?" Wayne, however, replies, "No.
No point in worrying them just yet." He then asks, "Will
you help me look for him?" Janice nods, "Yes, of course."
Michael says, "Sure." Wayne then looks at Fiona, who's
sitting on the couch, looking glum. She murmurs distractedly,
"Oh... yes, I'll help." Janice tells Wayne, "Aunt
Fiona's got a lot on her mind at the moment, with the mansion
going and all." Fiona, however, sighs, "No, that's alright,
Janice. You go with Wayne and look around the house. Michael and
I will give the boarding house a good going over." Janice
says, "If we don't find him before nightfall, we should call
the police." Wayne, however, says sharply, "I don't
want the police involved." Janice asks in surprise, "Why
not?" Wayne retorts, "Because they might not let me
see him again. They might think I don't know how to look after
him. I don't want to risk it." Michael exclaims, "Surely
Tick's welfare comes first?" Wayne retorts, "Let's just
see if we can find him ourselves, alright?"
Tick is standing in the lounge room at Dural, stuffing his pockets
with sweets from a bowl on the coffee table, when he hears the
front door open and Janice saying, "I feel a systematic approach
is in order, so we'll comb the house first and then we'll search
the grounds. He's probably very close by." Tick runs across
to the kitchen door as he hears Wayne retort, "He'll get
a damn good hiding when I see him." Janice growls, "He'll
get no such thing. Tick needs to know how much you love
him, not how angry you are." Wayne sighs, "You're right."
Janice then asks, "You got any ideas on where he might be?"
Wayne shakes his head as he suggests, "Might as well start
upstairs." Janice tells him, "Lead the way."
Tick runs back outside, into the parking area, where Sparky is
waiting for him. He tells the dog, "Wayne's back - but he's
still not sorry. Janice is making him look for us - so we'd better
hide. I'll find a spot." He looks around and then runs over
to Susan's car and opens the passenger-side front door. He looks
in, but then says, "No, he'll find us here." He reaches
down and flicks a lever. The car's boot springs open. Tick goes
and picks up Sparky's bowl and a packet of biscuits and tosses
them into the boot. He then places Sparky into the boot, saying
as he does so, "We'll hide in there until we know he's sorry."
He climbs into the boot himself and pulls the lid down on top
It's evening-time. In Melbourne, the front door opens at Caroline's
and Caroline steps inside. She hears the hum of some machinery
and she mutters to herself, "What on earth is going on?"
She heads into the lounge room - where a table has been set up
in the middle of the room and a computer and printer placed on
top of it, together with several packets of paper. The printer
is churning out sheets of printing. Doug turns to her and smiles,
"I've been waiting for you! What do you think of 'Fletcher's
Printing Business'?" Caroline gasps, "Printing
business?" Doug beams, "Yeah! Isn't it great?!"
Caroline glares at him and he asks in surprise, "You not
happy?" Caroline cries, "What are you trying to do?
Age me? Of all the crazy schemes that I've had to put up with,
this one wins first prize. We've only just got rid of all those
stupid cartons and now the room is full of printing equipment."
Doug insists, "Only until I rent some space to set it up
on a more permanent basis - and think of how much money
we're going to save by printing our own flyers." Caroline,
a suspicious look on her face, asks, "Where did you get the
money for it in the first place?" Doug says quickly, "Does
it matter?" Caroline presses coolly, "Doug..."
Doug mumbles, "I borrowed it - against sales of your new
book." Caroline, looking shocked, gasps, "You did what?"
Doug says quickly, "Your first book was such a big
winner that the bank trusts you enough to write another
big seller and... isn't that great?!" Caroline walks suddenly
round behind the table and pulls out the plug for the printer.
It comes to an abrupt halt. Caroline then glares at Doug and snaps,
"No, it is not. How can you be sure that it is going to be
a success?" Doug just smiles, "Did Shakespeare's second
play bomb? Of course it didn't! - and your book won't, either.
The world's on the edge of its seat, waiting for it. They'll lap
it up - and I'm proud of you." He goes to give Caroline
a hug. Caroline, however, snaps, "May I remind you that you
were dead against my book in the first place? I was hurting innocent
people, remember? Now you can't wait for the second one to be
released so you can lay your hands on all that money; plus I'm
getting a little bit fed up of you spending my money before I've
even earned it. Hard as this may seem for you to believe,
I like to feel secure." Doug nods furiously, "I
believe it and I understand it, but I just don't agree
with it. Why don't you just try and live on the edge for a while?
Walk the tightrope!" Caroline, however, growls, "I'd
much rather get a good night's sleep - alone. I'll see
you in the morning when, hopefully, all this 'junk' has gone."
With that, she marches out of the room.
Sparky is whimpering in the boot of Susan's car. Tick says to
him softly, "What's the matter, Sparky? Are you a scaredy-cat?
I wonder: would you like to go and live with Wayne or do you want
to go and live with the Carters?" He then cries, "Why
hasn't he come to find us yet...?"
Inside, in the lounge room, Wayne is pressing some keys on the
keyboard of the computer, distractedly. Janice walks in and hands
him a plate of sandwiches. Wayne, however, retorts, "I can't
eat until I find him." He walks over to the window and sighs,
"He's out there somewhere. Is he hungry? Cold?" Janice
comments, "I'm sure that's one thing you won't have
to worry about. Tick was a street kid for a long time. I deal
with them every day; if they know anything, it's how
to look after themselves." Wayne points out, "He's still
just a kid." Janice says suddenly, "I know one
place we haven't thought of looking: Charlie's."
Wayne, however, reminds her, "You read the note. He's angry
at Sarah, too; he wouldn't go anywhere near her."
Janice murmurs, "I suppose you're right." She then suggests,
"Maybe, now, we call the police." Wayne, however, snaps,
"No." He sits down as Janice asks, "Don't you think
you're being rather selfish?" Wayne cries, "He's all
I've got. Dad... Susan... they're both gone." Janice
points out, "You've got Michael and me; we're your friends."
Wayne tells her, "It's not the same." He pauses before
then going on, "Caroline came over last week; shoved
a bottle of pills in my hand. She'd heard about my suicide attempt
and wanted to help me finish it off. You don't know how close
I came to doing it. Tick was the only one who could talk
me out of it, and do you know why? Because he cares. He got through
to me." Janice starts to tell him, "The Bible says it's
a in--" Wayne interrupts her, though, and snaps, "Janice,
I can live without the sermon. I need the kid. I need
The next morning, Caroline walks into the kitchen at her house
to find a sheet of paper stuck to the back of one of the chairs
by the table. She picks it up and reads loud, "'This message
was printed by someone who loves you.'" She spots another
sheet of paper stuck to the wall and reads, "'Someone who
wants to build a happy and secure future for us.'" There's
another sheet on the cabinet, which says, "'Someone who's
sure you could use the word processor on your next book.'"
A note of irritation creeps into her voice as she reads the fine
note. She then marches into the lounge room. Doug is lying on
the couch, under some sheets. The computer is still set up in
the middle of the room. Caroline pulls back the sheets on the
couch, rouses Doug and snaps, "If you think you can get around
me by being cute, you are wrong." She thrusts the sheets
of paper at him. Doug insists, "I wasn't being cute; I meant
every word." Caroline just growls, "If you really
love me, you'll get rid of all that stuff. And I'll thank you
not to wallpaper my kitchen with your printouts." With that,
she marches out again, leaving Doug looking puzzled!
Sparky is panting in the boot of Susan's car.
Janice is talking on the 'phone in the hallway at Dural, saying
in a concerned tone, "We still haven't heard from him, Fiona...
No, Wayne still refuses to call them. I mentioned it to him last
night and he nearly bit my head off." At that moment, the
front door opens and Wayne comes in. Janice tells Fiona, "I'll
let you know as soon as there's any news. Bye." She hangs
up. She then looks at Wayne and asks, "No sign of him?"
Wayne shakes his head. Janice then suggests, "Why don't you
try Charlie's? I know you don't think he'll be there, but it's
better to be sure. You've tried everywhere else."
Wayne just murmurs, "Yeah, I'll give it a shot." He
turns and heads back out.
A few minutes later, Alison opens the front door at Charlie's.
Finding Wayne standing on the step, she goes to close it again,
muttering, "You're not welcome." Wayne pushes it open,
though, and growls, "I'm not after you." Alison
shrugs, "If it's Sarah you want, you're wasting
your time." Wayne just asks, "Have you see Tick?"
Alison retorts, "Should I have?" Wayne mutters, "He's
disappeared." Alison smiles, "The kid's finally woken
up to you!" Wayne growls, "Just tell me if you know
where he is." Alison suggests nastily, "Have you tried
looking around Glen's grave?" Wayne glares at her and snaps,
"What are you getting at?" Alison smiles, "It's
a hive of activity today. Haven't you heard?" Wayne asks,
"About what?" Alison tells him, "Oh, Beryl got
in touch with Glen's father. Apparently she thought it would be
a nice idea if Glen's gravestone was altered." Wayne glares
at her and demands, "How?" Alison tells him lightly,
"We all know how Glen and Susan were the modern star-crossed
lovers. Apparently, Beryl got it into her head that Glen's gravestone
should commemorate that love. So they're adding something
like 'Also to the memory of Susan, separated in life, together
in death'. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? They're doing
it today." Wayne turns and runs out. Alison calls
after him gleefully, "If I see Tick, I'll let you know!"
Janice is sitting in the lounge room at Dural when the front
door bangs and Wayne marches in. She asks, "What happened?"
Wayne just snaps, "You seen my car keys?" He goes to
the bar and starts rummaging around as Janice replies, "No
I haven't. Why?" Wayne tells her, "I'm going to the
cemetery. They're putting something about Susan on Glen Young's
gravestone and I've got to stop them." Janice exclaims, "You
can't go racing off there now. What about Tick?"
Wayne retorts, "You stay here in case he turns up."
Janice cries, "But you should be here if he comes back."
Wayne snaps, "I can't be in two places at once, can I?"
Janice points out, "You can't do anything about Glen's gravestone.
If his parents have decided to have it altered, that's it;
it's nothing to do with you. And don't forget - Tick's
testing you: if he comes back and you're not here, he'll think
you don't care." Wayne just retorts, "Then
he shouldn't have run off in the first place." He heads out
into the hallway. Janice spots a set of keys on the table and
asks, "Are these what you're looking for?" Wayne looks
at them and replies, "No, they're Susan's spares, but they'll
do." With that, he grabs them and heads out. Janice follows
Outside, Wayne marches towards the parking area. Janice follows
him, crying, "Stop it, Wayne, you're making a mistake."
Wayne just growls, "That's your opinion." Janice
insists, "It's not going to do you any good." Wayne
turns to her and snaps, "Susan was my wife, not
Glen's. They've got no right to--" Janice interrupts him
and points out, "She's gone now. Why don't you just
concentrate on trying to find Tick?" In the boot of Susan's
car, Tick listens as Wayne snaps at Janice, "Because right
now Susan's memory seems a bit more important. Anyway,
you were the one who said Tick was smart enough to look after
himself. I've got to stop them from putting Susan's name on Glen's
headstone." He climbs into the car. Janice looks in through
the window and warns, "You'll only make a fool of yourself
again; do you want that? Susan's dead. You've got to
forget about her. You've still got all her clothes and
make-up in the house. You can't go on pretending that she's still
here. And what about the car? Why don't you get rid of it? Sell
it or something? You're only making things harder on
yourself. Come on." Wayne hesitates and then climbs out of
the car. He and Janice start to head back to the house, Janice
saying as they do so, "We'll go over what we know again;
see if we can come up with any more ideas on Tick." Tick
remains lying in the boot.
As Wayne and Janice head into the house, Janice says, "Why
don't I put the kettle on? I've still got an hour before I start
my shift at work." Wayne, however, murmurs, "I don't
want tea." He then asks, "Will you go upstairs and start
packing Susan's things? I'm going to burn them." Looking
surprised, Janice remarks, "That's a bit extreme,
don't you think? What about we give them to charity?" Wayne
mutters, "Whatever you want; just get them out of the house."
Wayne heads into the lounge room and goes to the bar as Janice
says, "At least this way someone gets use out of
them; can't have good clothes going to waste." Wayne takes
out the Yellow Pages from the bar drawer. Janice asks, "What
are you looking for?" Wayne replies, "Telephone number."
Janice asks, "Whose?" Wayne reminds her, "You told
me to get rid of the car, too, remember?" Janice says, "If
you want to sell it, there's a very good used-car salesman who's
just past the boarding house." Wayne, however, retorts coldly,
"I'm not going to sell it; I'm going to get rid
of it. There's a difference..."