In Melbourne, Beryl opens her front door to find Craig standing
on the step. She smiles, "Hello, stranger!" Craig beams
back, "Hi! Still got a room for me for a couple of nights?"
Beryl smiles, "I think we can manage!" Craig steps inside
and Beryl asks, "You looking forward to your trip to America?"
Craig replies, "I'm looking forward to seeing Deb."
Beryl comments, "I'll bet you are!" The two of them
head into the lounge room - which is covered in un-ironed clothes
- and Craig says, "That courier run that Gordon lined up
for me; that's still on, isn't it?" Beryl nods, "As
far as I know." Craig murmurs, "Good." He then
looks around and exclaims in surprise, "How many people are
living here?!" Beryl, however, chuckles, "Don't
worry: you don't have to share your room with the teeming millions!"
Craig asks, "You taking in ironing?" Beryl replies,
"Yes - to pay for my flying lessons." Craig asks, "How
are they going?" Beryl smiles triumphantly, "I flew
solo today!" Craig exclaims, "Good on ya! What does
Gordon think?" Beryl replies, "He's as proud as punch
- when he has time to be." Craig comments, "He's
busy?" Beryl nods, "Flat out - and a few business problems."
Craig presses, "Yeah?" Beryl assures him, "Nothing
too serious; just business worries." She then nods her head
towards the mantle and says, "Have a look over there. Some
letters have just arrived from Debbie." Craig dashes over
to pick them up.
Doug is standing outside a shop, watching as a signwriter paints
something on the window. He makes a comment to the signwriter,
who nods at him. Doug stands there, looking thoughtful.
Craig is sitting on the couch in the lounge room at Beryl's.
Beryl is standing doing some ironing. There's suddenly a knock
on the front door and Beryl heads out to answer it. She opens
the door to find a middle-aged man standing there. She says to
him, "Yes, can I help you?" The man clears his throat
before then asking hesitantly, "Is, er, Craig Maxwell in?
I believe he lives here." Beryl nods, "You're lucky:
he's just arrived home. Come in." The man steps inside. Beryl
adds, "Go on through." The man heads into the lounge
room. Beryl calls, "Craig... someone to see you, love."
Craig stands up from the couch - and finds himself standing face-to-face
with Peter Elliot." He stares at him. Elliot stares back.
Beryl, sensing some tension, says, "Er... I'm Beryl Palmer.
Mr...?" Elliot tells her, "Elliot. Peter Elliot."
He then asks, "Are you Ruby's sister or something?"
Craig, however, says quickly, "Beryl's no relation."
Elliot mutters, "Hell of a resemblance, I'd say." Craig
murmurs, "Mum's dead." Elliot nods, "I
read about it." Beryl then murmurs thoughtfully, "Peter
Elliot. You're Craig's--" Craig interrupts her and replies,
"Father." He then asks Elliot, "How did you find
me?" Elliot reaches into his jacket pocket and removes a
sheet of paper. He says tersely, "This. And don't
pretend you didn't write it. What do you want? I suppose, more
to the point, how much do you want?" Craig stares
at him blankly and asks, "What for?" Elliot retorts
coldly, "To stay out of my life. What else?" Craig stands
there, looking astonished.
A short time later, Craig is standing reading the letter. He
then tells Elliot, "I didn't write it." Elliot
snaps, "Well who did?" Craig insists, "It's not
even my handwriting. I think a friend of mine wrote it - a guy
called Andy." He hands the letter to Beryl, adding, "It
looks like his handwriting." Elliot demands, "So what's
your friend after?" Craig retorts, "Not blackmail."
Elliot starts to protest, "I didn't say--" Craig interrupts,
though, and retorts, "That's what you thought, isn't
it?" Elliot growls, "You can't blame me, that
turning up out of the blue." Craig mutters, "Nice meeting
you, too, dad." Elliot just snaps, "I don't
even know you, boy. I worry about my family;
my wife and kids. I'm not worried about you."
Craig, however, yells, "Sure you are. You're worried about
what I might do to screw things up for you." Beryl starts
to say, "I'll have you know, Mr. Elliot, Craig has made a
big sacrifice--" Craig interrupts her, though, and murmurs,
"Just leave it to me, huh?" He then turns back to Elliot
and adds coolly, "I guess you'd rather keep this private."
Elliot nods, "Of course." Craig suggests curtly, "Let's
go for a walk, then." He picks up his jacket and takes the
letter back from Beryl, growling as he does so, "I'll kill
Andy." Looking at his father, he then says coldly, "I
don't want a thing from you. Not a thing." With that, he
heads out. Elliot looks at Beryl and then follows him.
A while later, Craig and Elliot are walking along a footpath,
Craig saying, "I got to know PJ so I could get a good look
at you - but when I saw you, I didn't--" Elliot
interrupts and says, "You saw me?" Craig explains,
"Outside your house one morning. You walked straight past
me. Why shouldn't you? You didn't know me from Adam.
Anyway, I decided not to say anything. What good would it have
done? You've got your life, I've got mine." Elliot
nods, "Yeah." Craig goes on tersely, "Andy had
no right to interfere." Elliot asks, "Why did
he, if he wasn't--" Craig interrupts and retorts, "What:
if he wasn't after something?" He then goes on,
"There's a thing called friendship. I reckon he
thought he was doing the right thing." He stops walking and
asks Elliot, "How does it affect you?" Elliot looks
at him blankly and asks, "What do you mean?" Craig replies,
"I'm your kid. How does it affect you to see me
for the first time?" Elliot just looks down at the ground.
Craig sighs, "You didn't care much about mum anyway, did
you?" Elliot shakes his head. Craig adds, "So why should
you care about me?" Elliot shrugs, "I guess
I was curious - just to see how you'd turned out."
Craig comments, "Not enough to stop you getting scared, though."
He adds quickly, "Don't worry: I'm not going to screw-up
your cosy little life." Elliot retorts, "You can't blame
me." Craig assures him, "I don't." With
that, he goes to walk off, commenting as he does so, "Nothing
else to say, then, is there?" Elliot calls
after him, "Is that it? I mean, is that really it?"
Craig looks back at him and retorts, "You can't have it both
ways." He then adds, "You know, I'm glad this
happened." Elliot asks in surprise, "Why?" Craig
explains, "When I didn't speak to you, I guess I'd made up
in my own mind how I wanted you to be - you know: like
a hero or something. At least now I know you're no hero. I always
thought I needed a father - but I don't; I've got me."
With that, he turns and walks away.
Beryl is standing in her lounge room, doing some more ironing.
Caroline is standing next to her. Beryl is saying, "Poor
kid - it's going to be tough on him whatever he decides."
Caroline exclaims, "You mean that his father actually thought
he was out to blackmail him?" Beryl nods, "That's
what he implied." Caroline growls, "Men!"
Beryl, however, tells her, "You can't be too hard
on him; I think he's just an ordinary fellow running scared."
Caroline insists, "But Craig's his son." Beryl
retorts, "A son he could very much do without."
She then calms down again and says, "Anyway, what brings
you over here?" Caroline picks up a newspaper from the couch
and hands it to Beryl, pointing out a page and saying, "That:
a message from Doug to me." Beryl looks at it. She then asks,
"You going?" Caroline shrugs, "I don't know."
She then says more certainly, "No. What's the point?"
Beryl asks, "What if he means it? What if he has
turned over a new leaf?" Caroline just retorts in a disbelieving
tone, "I'm sure he has. And I'm sure that when I
get there he'd have arranged something cute to get my defences
down, and I'm sure it will - and then what do
I say? 'Excuse me, Doug, but our child has Down's Syndrome'? No,
he'll never handle it." Beryl points out, "He deserves
a chance to." Caroline just sighs, "I know
him." Beryl asks, "What if you get the doctor to explain
things to him? For that matter, you haven't talked to the doctor
yourself yet." Caroline retorts, "I saw the
card. I know the result. No, it's best to leave it as it is. What
Doug doesn't know won't hurt him."
Wayne is standing with Fiona in her room at the mansion. He's
looking at some copies of floorplans lying on the table. Fiona
is saying to him, "You've been trying to convince us you're
a new man, so why don't you put your money where your mouth is?"
Wayne asks, "Sure it'll only cost me what you have here?"
Fiona nods, "I guarantee it. Maybe even less if
we get government funding." Wayne looks at her and remarks,
"You certainly have it all worked out!" Fiona muses,
"I knew who I was selling it to - and you've always been
bigger on figures than philanthropy." A broad grin crosses
Wayne's face as he looks back down at the plans! Fiona adds, "It
might even soften Gordon's attitude towards you. You
never know..." Wayne looks up again and remarks, "You're
a crafty old devil, aren't you!" He then says, "We have
a deal." Fiona exclaims triumphantly, "Oh, wonderful!"
She goes to throw her arms around Wayne - but then pulls back
quickly, looking slightly embarrassed! There's suddenly a knock
on the door and Michael comes in, saying, "Only me. Good
news!" Fiona, however, tells him, "Wait, wait. Mine
first! Wayne has just agreed to my Halfway House idea!" Michael
stares at Wayne and exclaims, "Good on you, mate!" He
shakes Wayne's hand. Fiona smiles, "Isn't that wonderful!
Now, OK, yours." Michael says, "Remember that
ship's doctor job I applied for? I got it!" Fiona
exclaims excitedly, "Oh terrific! You're going to have a
fantastic time!" Michael smiles, "Beats slogging
it out at the hospital!" He then adds, "I've
got to go down and see them at the cruise line office and then
I'm off to the gym. Better get going. See you later!" With
that, he heads out again. When he's gone, Wayne remarks to Fiona,
"Looks like it's all coming together for everyone,
doesn't it?" Fiona beams, "It certainly does."
Wayne adds quietly, "Everyone except Alison..."
Fiona muses grimly, "And you're still enough of your old
self to revel in that fact - right?" Wayne just
smiles, "You'd better believe it!"
Alison is standing in a public callbox, dialling a number. When
the call is answered, she says, "Greg? It's Alison. Listen,
I have to talk." She listens. She then says, "Greg?
Greg..." There's silence at the other end, though.
Alison hangs up, looking disappointed. She picks up her purse
from the shelf under the 'phone, opens it and takes out a handful
of coins. She places some in the 'phone and dials another number.
When the call is answered this time, she says in a urgent tone,
"Gordon, it's Alison. Listen, I have to talk to someone."
She listens to the response before then snapping, "Don't
you get all high and mighty on me. We're in this together...
Yes, I know it's my debt, but I need help, Gordon."
She listens again. Her face drops further as she asks, "Who's
been talking to you?" She listens before crying, "I
didn't do anything to Charlie; I was set up.
Gordon. Gordon?" There's silence again at the other end.
Alison hangs up and puts her hand to her head, looking worried
Fiona is sitting at the table in her room at the mansion, saying,
"I want to get Janice mixed up in the project as much as
possible. The poor kid's feeling very low right now." Wayne,
who's sitting opposite her, eating lunch, remarks, "Nothing
a man wouldn't fix." Fiona mutters, "Thanks
for the sympathy. There are more things in life than sex."
Wayne stares at her and chuckles, "Come on, Fiona, I'm not
that superficial! I know Janice; I know
she's after something deeper than a quick fling; and I know it's
what's messing her around. That's what I meant when I said she
needs a man." Fiona murmurs, "OK. I'm sorry I snapped."
Wayne comments, "You're worried about her."
Fiona sighs, "She deserves someone. I know she's
got her funny little ways, but she's got so much to give..."
Wayne suggests, "All she needs is the right man, right?"
Fiona nods sadly, "That's right - and they don't grow on
trees." There's a knock on the door as Fiona adds, "If
they did, I'd have her out there in the orchard, picking
fruit!" She then stands up and goes and opens the door. A
look of astonishment crosses her face as she sees who's standing
there. She exclaims, "Dear God, what are you doing
A while later, Janice walks into the mansion through the front
door, a glum expression on her face. She goes to head into Fiona's
room, but then pauses outside, apparently having second thoughts.
She turns and starts heading towards the stairs - where she finds
someone sitting waiting for her, holding a bunch of flowers. It's
Neville! He says nervously, "Hello, Janice." Janice
stands there, open-mouthed.
A short time later, Janice is sitting next to Neville on the
stairs. He comments, "I thought you would've been expecting
me." Janice tells him, "There was no letter." Neville
remarks, "I sent one two weeks ago. No wonder Fiona
was stunned when I turned up!" Janice then comments, "So
you're going to manage your family's property." Neville nods
as he replies, "I've wanted to come back to Australia ever
since I left." Janice asks, "What does your
wife think of that?" Neville's face drops. He murmurs,
"Of course - you wouldn't know; that was in the letter too.
Celia died in a car accident six months ago." Janice looks
down and says, "I'm sorry." Neville goes on, "I'm
fine now; at the time--" Janice interrupts
and says, "Yes... You must have loved her very much."
Neville replies, "I cared for her. It wasn't a match
made in heaven. It was what both our parents wanted - and I suppose
we were too weak to resist. We weren't unhappy; we just
weren't happy." Janice says, "I thought, when
I saw the wedding photo..." Neville suggests, "That
I'd found the girl of my dreams? No. If she'd lived, we'd've had
a good marriage - but we'd never have really been in love.
I've only ever loved one person in my life. I didn't
realise it 'til I was back home how much I loved you; how much
I missed you. I still love you, Janice; that's
why I'm here. I want to marry you." Janice
stares at him.
Fiona is standing with her ear to the door of her room, trying
to listen to Janice and Neville's conversation! Wayne is sitting
at the desk, and he calls across impatiently, "Can we get
on with it?" Fiona, however, waves him away and
says excitedly, "I think he's just asked her!" Wayne
sighs, "I have another meeting to get to and we still have
some points to settle." Fiona retorts, "It can wait.
She's crying!" Wayne stands up and mutters, "I'll
come back later this afternoon." Fiona tuts, "You're
such a romantic!" Wayne points out, "As if she's going
to say 'no'." Fiona retorts, "She might just get a bee
in her bonnet about being second choice. You never can tell
with Janice." Wayne puts his hand on the doorhandle and says,
"Let me know how it turns out." Fiona, however, tells
him, quickly, "You are not going out there." Wayne exclaims,
"I have a meeting to get to!" Fiona orders,
"Go out the back way. Things are at a very critical point
at the moment, and I'm not allowing any interruptions." Wayne
rolls his eyes and heads off towards the kitchen. Fiona calls
after him in exasperation, "Thanks to you, I've
probably missed it all." The door opens suddenly
and Fiona makes a quick pretence of looking for something on the
floor! Janice and Neville walk in. Janice beams, "Aunt Fiona..."
Fiona looks up at her. Janice and Neville then say in unison,
"Yes!" Fiona throws her arms around both of them, saying
ecstatically, "Oh, my darlings! That's wonderful!" Wayne
stands over by the bookcase, a smile on his face.
Beryl is folding up some ironing in her lounge room when the
front door bangs and Craig walks in. He looks upset. Beryl comments,
"Bad, huh? Would it help to talk about it?"
Craig just retorts, "No, it wouldn't." With that, he
heads off to his room. Beryl stands there, looking worried.
In the lounge room at her house, Caroline places a cassette tape
into a recorder and presses 'Play'. The recording that starts
playing is the one Caroline made when she gave Doug tips on how
to speak the lingo in America. She stands there and listens to
it wistfully. After a few seconds, she turns the machine off.
She then goes to the 'phone index, looks up a number and dials.
When the call is answered, she says, "Speedy Couriers?...
Yes, I have an urgent delivery; has to be there by two o'clock...
Fine. The address is 47 Marion Street, Melbourne... Yes, it'll
be ready in twenty minutes. Thankyou." With that, she hangs
up. She then turns back to the tape player, puts in a new cassette
and starts recording. She picks up the machine and places it close
to her mouth. She then starts saying, "Dear Doug. I guess
this is taking the coward's way out..."
Sometime later, Doug is sitting in his car, listening to the
tape. Caroline goes on, "...but it's easier that
way. I'm not apologising for it. I saw your ad, but I won't be
turning up. Even if we could work out all the other problems -
which I guess we could; we love each other enough - there's
one thing you don't know about: tests have shown that
the baby's going to be shown with Down's Syndrome. It's going
to be hard enough for me to deal with something like
that - and I know you well enough to know that you couldn't. We're
apart now. It's better we stay that way. But I hope you'll never
doubt one thing: I've never loved anyone, ever, as much
as I love you. Goodbye, my love. This is a hard decision. Don't
make it any harder for me. Please." Doug sits in
the driver's seat of his car, tears welling-up in his eyes.
The front door of the mansion bursts open and Alison marches
in. She goes and knocks on Michael's door. There's no response.
All-of-a-sudden, she hears the door of Fiona's room open and Wayne
saying, "I'll see you over at Charlie's, Fiona. Congratulations
again, you two." He closes the door - and spots Alison standing
there. He makes his way towards her and says coldly, "Well,
well, well. Here to drum up support?" Alison retorts, "Michael
will believe me." Wayne, however, tells her, "I doubt
it. Even if he does, it doesn't matter: he's got a job
on a cruise ship; he's leaving in a week - so even if you did
talk him around, he wouldn't be here for you anyway. You have
nothing... you have no one... just what you
deserve." Alison glares at him. She then lashes out and slaps
him around the face. Wayne just grins nastily, "You look
terrible. Grooming is so important to a woman
down on her luck." Alison hisses, "I'm going to make
you sorry you were ever born." Wayne just smiles,
"That's very Fifties B-movie. Ciao!" With that, he heads
back out. Alison stands there, looking shellshocked.
Some time later, a drunk Alison is back in her dingy motel room,
filling a glass with scotch. As she goes to put it to her lips,
she slurs, "I'll kill him. I'll kill him..."
She then downs the scotch and sighs heavily. After a few seconds,
she slurs, "Money... I need money... It takes money
to kill someone... pay someone..." With
that, her heads slumps onto her chest. A few seconds later, though,
she raises her head again and murmurs, "Necklace... pawn
the necklace..." She staggers over to the chest of drawers,
opens it and takes out a jewellery case. She looks at a diamond
necklace inside. She then closes the case again, picks up her
handbag and staggers out.
A short time later, Alison is dialling a number in the public
callbox. When the call is answered, she says, "Is Danny there?...
My name's Alison, Danny. I was talking to someone once who said
you can arrange 'accidents', so to speak - for the right price."
She listens before adding, "I know we shouldn't talk about
it over the 'phone, so where can we meet?... I want something
done today, so as soon as possible... Yes, that'd be fine. I'll
meet you there." She then adds quickly, "Before you
go: I want something that won't go wrong. I want this person's
car wired to explode when they turn the ignition key. Can you
manage that?" She listens again before snapping, "I
just want to know whether you can or you can't... Yes. Good. I'll
meet you there in half an hour."
Wayne opens the front door at Charlie's. Fiona is standing on
the step and she smiles, "Hi there! I'm here to help."
As she steps inside, she adds, "Where's Charlie?" Wayne
tells her, "Out the back." Fiona asks, "Is she
nervous?" Wayne, however, laughs, "No way! Who's more
centre-stage than a bride at a wedding? She's revelling
in it!" The two of them head into the lounge room and Fiona
asks, "What can I do?" Wayne suggests, "Call the
caterer - check to make sure everything's fine his end.
The number's by the 'phone. I'm just organising the guys
putting up the marquee." Fiona comments, "I wondered
who that was out the front." Looking puzzled, Wayne queries,
"Out the front?" Fiona tells him, "Big guy in a
red shirt." Wayne replies, "Not one of them."
Fiona goes on, "He was just going out the gate as I was coming
in." Wayne shrugs, "No idea. He might've had the wrong
house." He then heads towards the french windows and adds,
"I'll be out here if you need me." He heads outside.
Fiona goes to the 'phone.
Alison is standing part way down the drive outside, handing money
to a large man in a red T-shirt. He starts counting it. Alison,
however, snaps, "For God's sake, it's all there. Now clear
off." The man starts lumbering down the driveway.
Inside, Fiona is saying on the 'phone, "Just make sure they
get here on time... Yes, I know you will. OK. Bye!" She hangs
up as Wayne walks back in through the french windows. She smiles,
"No worries with the caterers. The wedding cake's under control.
That was the florist - they've had a bit of a hitch with the flowers,
but they're going to fly them in specially." Wayne nods at
her and says, "I'm just picking up the champagne." Fiona
tells him quickly, "I'll have a lift with you: Charlie's
out of coffee and I promised to get some down the shop."
Wayne nods, "OK."
Alison is hiding in some bushes outside. She watches as Wayne
emerges from Charlie's, accompanied by Fiona. Looking worried,
she whispers to herself agitatedly, "Not you too. Just him..."
As Fiona goes to climb into Wayne's car, she says suddenly, "Oh!
Talk about lazy! It's five minutes' walk down the road!"
Wayne insists, "I don't mind dropping you."
Fiona, however, tells him, "The walk'll do me good."
With that, she closes the passenger side door and starts walking
off. Wayne calls after her, "I forgot to ask: how are the
lovebirds?" Fiona smiles, "Very lovebirdy!" Alison
watches as she then heads down the drive. A delicious grin crosses
her face. Wayne walks round to the driver's side of the car, opens
the door and climbs in. He pulls the door shut and puts on his
seatbelt. He places his key in the ignition. He then puts on his
sunglasses before reaching out to start the car. From her hiding
place in the bushes, Alison smiles gleefully, "Bye bye..."