Craig waits. When the 'phone at the other end is picked up again,
he then says, "Oh yeah... is that Peter Elliot?... Look,
I've got a problem with the kitchen sink; I was hoping you could
come round and fix it... It's blocked - there's a lot of sand
in it and gunk down it... It's a long story!" He then continues,
"I know it's late, but do you reckon you could come round
tonight?... It's just a nuisance the way it is... OK, great. I'll
see you when you get here." He listens and then laughs, "Yeah,
you wouldn't get too far without that, would you?! It's
Albert Park." He listens again before saying in an agitated
tone, "Yeah, I know it's out of your area, but you came really
highly recommended. I'll pay for your travelling time... Yeah,
OK. The address is 222 Canterbury Road, Albert Park." Looking
relieved, he then says, "OK. Good. I'll see you when you
get here. Bye." He hangs up and sighs heavily. He then heads
across to the front window and peers outside.
Doug arrives back at Caroline's. He heads into the lounge room
- and Caroline storms in behind him, snapping furiously, "You
want to run up debts, Doug Fletcher, you be sure that you're here
to handle the debt-collector when he comes knocking."
Doug stares at her blankly and says, "What?" Caroline
goes on angrily, "I have never been so humiliated in all
my life. He treated me like some sort of criminal.
He barged in here and threatened to take legal action if I didn't
hand over the printer." Doug holds up a hand and says quickly,
"Hey, hey, hey! Hold on. What are you talking about?"
Caroline retorts coolly, "Whoever made you the loan on the
payment for the printer wants to call the debt in. They want their
payment." Doug, looking astonished, exclaims, "I only
just took the loan out." Caroline suggests angrily,
"Obviously they now consider you a bad risk, because they
sent their man and I'm telling you: he means business." Doug
asks, "Are you sure it's the loan on the printer
that they called in?" Caroline starts to snap, "I told
you--" She then breaks off and asks warily, "How many
others are there?" Doug, looking sheepish, ignores
this and says instead, "It doesn't make sense; why
would they be calling in their loan so soon?" Caroline presses,
"How many, Doug?" Doug mumbles, "A few."
Caroline growls, "How many of that 'few' didn't you tell
me about?" Doug sighs, "Don't worry about it."
Caroline, however, demands, "How many, Doug?"
Doug retorts, "It's none of your--" Caroline interrupts
and yells, "If you say it's none of my business, I'll hit
you." Doug retorts, "I was going to say it's
none of your concern - which means don't you worry about
it. Just leave it up to me, will you?" Caroline, however,
points out tersely, "I've already left things up to you and
where are we? With a debt collector breathing down our backs.
I want to know, Doug: how much do you owe?" Doug insists
quickly, "Not much." Caroline demands, "How
much?" Doug hesitates before murmuring, "About... fifty
The 'phone rings at Dural. Wayne answers it in the hallway. He
listens and then smiles, "Doug! What a surprise! What can
I do for you?" At the other end, Doug replies, "You
know how you were saying you'd like to do something to help Gordon...
Well something's come up. I think you can." At Dural, Wayne
says 'innocently', "Really? What is it?" He listens
before saying, "OK - if you don't want to discuss it over
the 'phone... No, I'm tied-up this evening. What about tomorrow?...
How about lunch?" He listens before continuing, "Your
place? What about Caroline?" Doug retorts, "I'll make
sure she's out." He listens before then snapping, "Yeah,
I am a bit annoyed with her. How did you know?"
Wayne tells him, "Just the way you said you'd make sure that
she's out, that's all." Doug explains, "She's being
a pain in the neck about something." Wayne asks, "What
if she finds out we're doing business together?" Doug assures
him, "I'll just make sure she doesn't. I've got
enough trouble on my hands as it is." With that,
he hangs up. At Dural, Wayne hangs up as well and stands there,
looking pleased with himself...
Beryl is peeling some potatoes on her kitchen bench. Craig comes
in with a newspaper and sits down at the table. He looks agitated.
Noticing his attitude, Beryl tells him, "It's alright - I'm
managing, even if the sink is blocked." Craig looks
at her blankly and says, "What?" Beryl replies, "Stop
worrying about the sink being blocked; I'm managing."
Craig cries, "He said he was on his way two hours
ago." Beryl suggests, "He's probably been delayed. He
will be here - and it's not a matter of life or death." At
that moment, there's a knock on the front door. Beryl adds, "That'll
be him now." Craig doesn't move. Beryl sighs, "Aren't
you going to answer it?" Looking suddenly worried, Craig
stands up slowly and heads out through the lounge room to the
hallway. He pauses by the front door and murmurs to himself, "Here
we go, dad..." He then opens the door. A young man is standing
there and he says, "Hi. Peter Elliot. I'm the plumber."
Craig stares at him.
A short time later, Craig and Peter Elliot are standing in the
kitchen with Beryl. Peter says to Beryl, "Sorry I was late
- I'm messing up your dinner." Beryl, however, assures him,
"It's nothing that won't keep. I'm just pleased to see the
sink getting fixed!" Peter reaches down under the sink. As
he gets to work, Craig comments, "You seem pretty young to
have your own business." Peter replies, "It's not."
Craig points out, "But you said you were Peter Elliot."
Peter explains, "Peter Elliot Junior. Most people
call me PJ. Peter Elliot - as in Peter Elliot Plumbing - is my
dad." Craig muses, "Right!" Elliot then starts
examining the pipes under the sink and asks, "What have you
been doing down here: gardening?!"
A while later, Peter calls out to Beryl, "She's right, Mrs.
Hamilton." Water is flowing down the sink normally again
and Peter looks at Craig and adds, "Didn't take long, eh?"
Beryl joins them and Peter asks, "Mind if I use the bathroom
to wash up?" Beryl points out where it is. She then asks,
"Can I get you anything? Coffee?" Peter, however, smiles,
"No, she'll be right. I'd better head straight home - mum'll
probably have tea waiting!" With that, he leaves the room.
When he's gone, Beryl remarks to Craig, "He's a nice young
man. Isn't it good to see a father and son working together? David
tried it once with John, but it never worked out." Craig
asks, "How?" Beryl explains, "They argued
too much! And look at Gordon and Wayne: that never really worked
either. I think a father and son have to be really close for it
to be possible." Craig comments, "Sort of the same type?"
Beryl nods, "Yeah. Peter's probably a chip off the old block."
Craig looks at Peter's jacket suddenly: it's lying on the kitchen
table and a wallet is sticking out from the inside pocket. Beryl
returns to peeling her potatoes and doesn't notice as Craig reaches
out for the wallet, grabs it and then places it in the back pocket
of his jeans... Peter Elliot comes back in at that moment and
says to Beryl, "I dirtied you towel up a bit, Mrs. Hamilton.
Sorry." Craig says to him, "How much do I owe you?"
Peter, however, assures him, "Don't worry now - we'll bill
you." Craig nods, "OK." With that, he escorts Peter
out to the front door. As he does so, Peter says, "I reckon
I might grab a swim at South Milton beach before I head home."
Craig comments, "I thought your mum had dinner ready."
Peter, however, chuckles, "That's just an excuse: if I drank
all the cuppas I had offered to me on the job, I'd spend half
my life on the loo!" Craig opens the door and smiles, "You've
got it all worked out, haven't you!" Peter then says, "Good
meeting you - I might see you around sometime." With that,
he heads off. Craig closes the door and then pulls Peter's wallet
out of his pocket. He opens it and looks inside. There's a photo
in there of a happy family: the two Peter Elliots, Peter's mum
and his sister. Craig then puts the wallet back in his pocket
and stands there looking thoughtful.
The next morning, Craig approaches the Elliot house. PJ is loading
some equipment into his van. Craig stares at him and then calls,
"Peter!" Peter looks at him and says, "G'day. What
brings you out here?" Craig holds out the wallet
and tells him, "We found this out on the kitchen table. It
must have dropped out of your coat." Peter takes it and comments,
"I didn't even know I'd lost it! Thanks, mate."
He then asks, "How'd you get out here?" Craig explains,
"Tram." Peter asks in surprise, "You come all the
way out here by tram?" Craig nods, "Yeah."
Peter tells him, "You should've called - I'd've
picked it up." Craig tells him, "There won't be anybody
there today, and I thought you'd need it." Peter nods, "Certainly
will. Thanks." He then asks, "Where you headed to?"
Craig replies, "Work." Peter asks, "Where's that?"
Craig tells him, "Way out. Tram'll get me there, though."
Peter, however, insists, "No way. I'm driving you."
Craig exclaims, "It's too far." Peter, though,
assures him, "It's the least I can do after you
brought me this." He indicates his wallet. Craig points out,
"It's miles." Peter shrugs, "So is Albert Park
from here. Come on, hop in." Looking round at the house,
Craig says quickly, "I'm really thirsty; how about we get
a drink?" Peter tells him, "We'll get one on the way."
He climbs into the van and starts the engine, leaving Craig staring
at the house and mouthing, "Erm... yeah." With a look
of resignation on his face, he then climbs into the van and Peter
starts reversing down the driveway.
A while later, the van pulls up at the airfield and Peter and
Craig climb out. Peter looks around and remarks, "This looks
like an interesting place to work! You fly?" Craig tells
him, "No - I'm going to learn, though." He then adds,
"We should go out for a joyride one day." Peter sighs,
"Couldn't afford it, mate." Craig, however, assures
him, "On the house. I'll call you." Peter exclaims,
"Great!" Craig then says quickly, "Actually, we
could go up tonight, if you like." Peter nods eagerly,
"You're on!" He then adds quickly, though, "Oh,
sorry. I forgot. Don't know how I could, mind."
Craig asks, "You got something on?" Peter smiles, "Just
a little thing called my 21st birthday party!" Craig exclaims,
"It's your birthday?! Hey, happy birthday!" He shakes
Peter's hand before suggesting, "How about tomorrow, then?"
Peter nods, "Give us a call in the morning." As he goes
to climb back into his van, Craig says quickly, "Maybe, um...
your dad sounds like a good bloke; maybe he'd like to come too?"
Peter replies, "You never know. I'll ask him." With
that, he climbs back into his van, starts the engine and drives
off. As he does so, a look of shock crosses Craig's face. He mouths
to himself, "21? I'm nineteen..."
Doug and Wayne are sitting at the dining table in the lounge
room at Caroline's. Doug is telling Wayne, "Of course, I'm
fine financially, but Gordon was a bit shaken when Alison failed
to come through with the money; he had a few creditors snapping
at his heels." Wayne presses, "You're OK?"
Doug insists quickly, "Of course. A good businessman never
puts all his eggs in one basket." He adds, "Gordon did,
though, you see, with the airfield. What I was thinking was: if
you sunk your money in - made up Alison's shortfall - then his
creditors would know that Gordon was a secure investment. You
know?" Wayne just nods, "Yes. I do." Doug says,
"Well?" Wayne tells him, "I'll have the papers
drawn up." Doug smiles, "It's a deal!" Wayne holds
out his hand and Doug shakes it, going on as he does so, "You
won't regret it. The airfield's a real money-spinner." Wayne
muses, "I hope so." Doug then raises a glass of wine
and proposes, "To the airfield?" Wayne lifts his own
glass and, clinking it against Doug's, says, "To friendship..."
Caroline is sitting in Beryl's lounge room, sighing to Beryl,
"He's as mad at me as I am at him. He virtually
bundled me out of the house this morning." Beryl comments,
"You can hardly blame him after he spent the night on the
sofa!" Caroline mutters, "There was no way I was going
to sleep with him." Beryl tells her, "That's
alright - but just don't blame him for your mood today."
Caroline stares at her and exclaims in annoyance, "You think
he's in the right!" Beryl, however, insists, "I'm
not taking sides, Caroline, but you know what he's like and you
knew what he was like when you said those things about 'for richer,
for poorer, for better, for worse', remember?" Caroline sighs,
"It's getting worse, though." Beryl tells her,
"Well, I think if you're going to stay with him, you'll have
to put up with it. I doubt he'll change." Caroline sighs,
"So do I. That's the trouble." Beryl presses
in concern, "You're not really thinking of leaving
him, are you?" Caroline muses, "I suppose not. I did
last night, though - but I woke up at about three o'clock this
morning and decided it was probably because I was angry."
Beryl looks at her and asks, "Are you alright?" Caroline
asks, "Why?" Beryl tells her, "You just look a
little pale, and sometimes when you're feeling ill things get
on top of you more than others." Caroline admits, "I
have been feeling a bit seedy the last few days." Beryl comments,
"Usually you can handle a lot more than a debt-collector."
Caroline murmurs, "I know. Maybe you're right!" Beryl
then says seriously, "If you are worried about Doug
frittering away your savings, there are practical things
you can do." Caroline responds, "Such as?" Beryl
tells her, "Cancel your joint account; keep your money separate.
That way, if anything does happen, at least you're
covered." Caroline murmurs, "He'd take that as a reflection
against him." Beryl, however, points out, "Better
that than you being left with nothing." Caroline
comments, "I suppose that's one way of guaranteeing
that the creditors won't get their hands on my money." Beryl
declares, "Exactly - and I'm sure if you explained it to
him properly he'll understand. And one more piece of
advice: no more nights on the sofa - they don't solve anything.
You go home, make yourself beautiful and cook him a nice romantic
dinner." Caroline muses, "And then drop him the news
about the joint bank account..." Beryl nods, "Exactly."
Caroline smiles, "There's a touch of Alison Carr in you!"
With that, she stands up and adds, "Thanks for listening
- it's good to have a shoulder." The two of them head towards
the front door. As they do so, Caroline goes on, "I suppose
Craig has been bashing your ear too." Beryl admits, "Well
he is missing Debbie, but he keeps most of it to himself."
Caroline, however, explains, "No, no, I meant about his father."
Beryl looks at her blankly and says, "His father?"
Looking worried about having put per foot in it, Caroline murmurs,
"Didn't he say anything?" Beryl replies, "No.
What about his father?" Looking uncomfortable, Caroline
says, "Maybe he should tell you." Beryl shrugs,
"He doesn't even know who his father is." Caroline
replies uncomfortably, "He does now - somebody by
the name of Peter Elliot." Beryl stares at her and mouths,
"Peter Elliot?" Caroline nods at her and remarks, "You've
heard the name." Beryl retorts, "Yes, but not in connection
with Craig's father. Unless..." A thoughtful look
crosses her face and she then murmurs, "I wonder what he's
It's evening-time. Craig is sitting with Beryl and Gordon in
the lounge room at Beryl's, saying to Beryl, "I'm sorry I
lied to you, but I thought if you knew you mightn't be able to
carry it off." Gordon chips in, "Now let me get this
straight: you rang Peter Elliot Plumbing hoping your father would
come round and do the job, right?" Craig nods, "Yeah.
His son came instead." Gordon comments, "Your brother."
Craig corrects, "Half-brother." Gordon asks, "How
did you feel?" Craig tells him, "It was weird. I wanted
to say something but I couldn't." Gordon continues,
"You stole his wallet to make sure you had a reason to go
back to their home?" Craig nods, "Yeah." Beryl
asks, "Why didn't you see your father then?"
Craig explains, "Peter offered me a ride to work and I couldn't
get out of it. I even pretended I was thirsty so he'd invite me
inside..." Beryl asks, "He didn't?" Craig replies,
"No." Beryl suggests, "Maybe it was for the best.
You can't go barging into people's lives without knowing whether
it's the right thing to do." Craig muses, "For yourself
as well as them." Beryl then says gently, "Remember
how hard it was for you to adjust to finding your mother?"
Craig, however, insists, "This bloke's different. He sounds
great!" Beryl comments, "He's a good husband
and father." Craig nods, "Right." Gordon
suggests warily, "All the more reason why he may not want
you to come crawling out of the woodwork." Beryl,
looking at Craig, adds, "We're not trying to be negative,
love; we're just trying to point out that there are some
drawbacks." Craig insists, "Believe me - I know."
Gordon tells him, "I'm sure you'll do the right thing."
Craig then reveals, "There is a big problem."
Beryl asks, "What?" Craig explains, "When I was
talking to Peter today, he mentioned that he's just turned 21.
I'm 19. That means that our dad was playing around with Ruby when
he was married. I turn up and they're all going to know
- which may cause big problems with his wife." He goes on
earnestly, "I know what I want to do and I know
how I want it to turn out: I want to walk in there and he'll be
really rapt and I'll become part of the family... with Deb...
they'll love her as much as I do and everything will
be fantastic. The other side of the coin is that I barge in there
and screw-up my dad's life - and I reckon he'd hate me for it..."
There's romantic music playing in the lounge room at Caroline's.
Caroline is lighting some candles on the dining table, which has
been set for two.
Doug is standing in the office at Sanders Air Charter. He's holding
a file and snapping, "What the hell is this?" Wayne
is standing opposite him. He just replies, "I told you I'd
draw up the deal." Doug, however, snaps, "It's not a
deal, it's a takeover." Wayne shrugs, "No
one's forcing it onto you." Doug growls, "I
thought you said you wanted to help your father." Wayne just
says coolly, "You don't think I believed all that bull this
afternoon do you? I know you're the one in trouble -
and that's designed to get you out of it."
He indicates the file. Doug snaps, "You call handing over
my share of the business and then getting Bill to hand over his
getting me out of trouble?" Wayne just retorts, "I'm
offering you a very good price - plus allowing you to stay on
and work for me." Doug growls, "It's only so Gordon
won't find out we've sold out." Wayne just ignores this.
He says, "So?" Doug spits, "No deal." Wayne
shrugs, "Fine. Go under. See if I care." Doug
insists, "I'll manage." Wayne, however, retorts coldly,
"No you won't. I'll make sure you don't. Who do
you think was behind that loan being called in? Who do you think's
got a hotline to all your creditors? Whose index finger is just
itching to call them and let them know you've turned down my offer?
Your credit rating will be so low it'll be subterranean."
Doug glares at him and growls, "You really would do it, wouldn't
you?" Wayne nods, "Sure. You have a choice: sign that
or go bankrupt - and from what I hear, you'd not only
be losing your own money, you'll be losing Caroline's
too. How long do you reckon you'll hang onto her if that
happens, hmm? But if you want to take the risk..." He reaches
out to take back the file. Doug holds onto it, however. He says
warily, "You guarantee no one will find out we've done the
deal?" Wayne assures him, "Just you and me. I'll
pull the strings, but for all intents and purposes you'll be in
charge. Ms. Alison Carr won't know what the hell hit her..."
He then asks, "Well?" Doug leans on a nearby cabinet
and signs the contract, reluctantly.
The candles on the dining table at Caroline's are almost burnt
right down. The television is on and Channel 7 is closing down
for the night. Caroline is lying asleep on the couch. The front
door opens suddenly and Doug comes in. He heads into the lounge
room and sees Caroline lying there. He turns off the TV. As he
does so, Caroline stirs. She opens her eyes and glares at Doug,
who slurs, "I'm a bit late, huh?" Caroline snarls, "You're
drunk." Doug muses in a slurred voice, "I had
a few things to drink about, so I drank a bit! I'm not drunk."
Caroline stands up and snaps sarcastically, "Thankyou for
your call." Doug sighs, "Let's not argue -
not tonight, huh?" Caroline growls, "No. No arguing.
You're not worth the effort." She goes to march
out of the room. As she does so, Doug says, "I've got to
go to America. I've got to go and see Bill." Caroline turns
back to face him and snaps, "You can go to kingdom come,
for all I care." Doug sighs, "Look, I tried
to do the right thing by you, Caroline. Don't be like that."
Caroline snaps angrily, "You wouldn't know the right thing
if you fell over it - which, in your present state, you
probably would." With that, she storms out. Doug
yells after her, "You're not the only one with troubles,
you know? Maybe I will go to the States and stay there
and be done with it." Caroline yells back from out of the
room, "Why don't you do that?" Doug stands
there, looking furious. He then marches out to the hallway and
through the front door. A few seconds later, Caroline runs down
the hallway, opens the door and calls in concern, "Doug?"
There's no response. Caroline closes the door again and then heads
into the lounge room. She sits down on the couch, looking upset.
It's the next morning. Craig is walking slowly along the street
outside the Elliot house. He crouches down behind a brown car
and watches as the Elliots' front door opens and both Peter Elliots
emerge. They talk to each other briefly and the younger Peter
then heads back inside. Peter Elliot senior heads down towards
the road. He turns and starts walking along the footpath. Craig
goes to run and catch him up - but he then apparently has second
thoughts and comes to a standstill. He stares desperately at his
departing father's back.