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    Written by: Bevan Lee   Produced by: Posie Jacobs   Directed by: Alister Smart

It's evening-time. Craig is sitting with Debbie on the couch in their flat, his arms wrapped round her tightly. He murmurs, "If anything would have happened to you, I don't know what I'd have done." Debbie sobs, "It's so awful... that poor man." Craig tells her gently, "Don't fight it... let it all go..." Debbie bursts into tears.

Gordon is sitting at the dining table at Beryl's, a partially-completed jigsaw in front of him. Beryl is standing next to him and Gordon comments to her, "You can't kid me it's not tearing you apart inside." Beryl retorts, "Of course it is, but I'm fighting it 'cos there's nothing I can do." Nodding her head towards the bedroom, she adds, "I just they'd all stay as innocent as that little boy in there." Gordon stands up and says, "I'll check on dinner." As he does so, he accidentally knocks out of Beryl's hand the bag she's holding. It falls to the floor and My Sister My Love falls out. Gordon picks it up and, looking at the title, remarks, "That's a bit lurid, isn't it?" Beryl smiles quickly, "It's just some trashy late-night reading material." She quickly changes the subject and says, "I'm starving!" Gordon tells her, "One roast dinner coming up. You sit down, put your feet up and finish your book. I'm doing all the work tonight." With that, he heads off to the kitchen. Beryl stands in the lounge room, clutching the book.

Charlie is sitting on the couch in the lounge room at her house, reading My Sister My Love. Looking suddenly concerned, she calls, "Alison, darling, could you come here a minute?" Alison walks in from the hallway and asks, "What's the problem?" She sits down as Charlie tells her, "Listen to this." She then reads from the book, "'He had run away from the crime - the murder of his employer - thinking he was running to a new life; but instead, he found his past: a mother who had abandoned him and a twin sister he never knew he had. And in a moment of shocking realisation, he knew that he loved her. Despite the fact that he knew, now, she was his sister, he still loved her. Worse, he wanted her.'" With that, she slams the book shut. She then looks at Alison and adds, "Would you believe, the author's name is Angela Johns?" Alison stares at her. Charlie goes on, "I started reading it and I couldn't believe my eyes: it's the whole story of John and Angela." Alison grabs the book from her and gasps, "It must be a coincidence." She opens it as Charlie retorts, "Too much of a coincidence, if you ask me - especially with the name of the author. Listen to this. She takes the book back again, opens it and reads, "'Pamela opened the door, wearing the smile of a cat surveying its prey. So this was the stablehand with whom Angelica was so taken. Handsome, admittedly, but no doubt a low-class opportunist with his eyes on her money. The bitch in Pamela rose to the surface - not a long journey - and her eyes narrowed. "Come in, Jack." She stood aside to let him enter, noticing the satisfaction that he brought a bottle of cheap wine. Pamela thrilled with anticipation at the prospect of showing up this young man in front of her husband, gardener and Angelica.'" Charlie closes the book again and gasps at Alison, "Is that your first meeting with John or is that your first meeting with John?" Alison grabs the book again and says agitatedly, "Surely neither of the twins would have written it?" Charlie points out, "It's obviously been written by someone who knows the whole story inside out." Alison suggests, "Let's go through it from cover to cover. Maybe there's a clue in here to who it was." Charlie sighs, "I'm warning you, darling: it's not very flattering about you." Alison mutters, "Surprise, surprise." She then adds, "Nobody wants all this raked up again. Whoever it was did write this is going to be very sorry they ever put pen to paper..."

Next door, Wayne hands a glass of port to Susan, who's sitting on the couch in the lounge room. He sits down next to her and says gently, "I know we've hurt each other, and I know Glen's death is hard for you to handle, but I feel as if we've been given a second chance - if we work at it. What do you say?" Susan points out bluntly, "I'm back." Wayne comments, "That's no answer." Susan tells him, "I wouldn't have come back if I didn't want things to work." Wayne muses, "No. Well, you're here, that's the main thing." He then raises his glass and proposes, "To us. To our future." They both sip their drinks. Wayne then leans in towards Susan to kiss her. Susan, however, pulls her head away quickly. Wayne asks in surprise, "What?" Susan snarls, "Do you really think I'd let you kiss me? I just wanted to see how far you'd go; how much of a hypocrite you could be." Wayne asks in surprise, "What are you talking about?" Susan snaps, "That whole farce on television - the distraught husband wanting his wife back - when all you wanted was the money; Glen's money." Wayne insists, "That's not true." Susan, however, stands up and snaps, "Of course it is. Time to stop the game-playing. Let's be honest why we're both here. You want the money; you want to use it to get Hamilton Industries back on its feet again; well, you can have it - the use of it, anyway." Wayne stares at her. Susan goes on tersely, "Don't look so surprised; after all, if you're successful, Gordon will benefit and so will mum." Wayne asks, "What about me?" Susan spits, "You disgust me." Wayne demands, "Why are you here, then? Why are you prepared to help me?" Susan retorts, "Because I can make you jump through hoops, that's why. I'm here to make you suffer, Wayne - because you'll do anything to get the use of my money." Wayne glares at her. He jumps up from the couch and snarls, "You..." Susan says quickly, "I'll be Mrs. Wayne Hamilton. We'll convince the world we're madly in love - but I'll be the one in control." Wayne gasps, "You really expect me to let you do that?" Susan retorts, "Of course - because you'll do anything to get your hands on my money." She then adds, "You can do the dishes, darling. I'm going to bed." As she turns to head out, she calls back, "By the way: don't get any ideas about ripping me off. There is no way I'd let you do to me what you did to Charlie." Wayne snarls, "You don't know anything about business. You wouldn't have any idea if I was ripping you off or not." Susan retorts, "Maybe I won't - but Alison will. She's my business manager. You just won't be dancing to my tune; you'll be dancing to hers, as well. Sleep tight, 'darling'." With that, she heads off to bed, leaving Wayne looking furious.

Debbie is talking on the 'phone in her and Craig's flat, saying with a smile, "I really am fine, mum... upset but fine. I can't wait to see you. Craig will pick you up from the airport... Yeah, it'll be good for you to see him after hearing about him for so long!" She listens and then nods, "Alright, then. Goodnight. Can you give dad a big hug for me?... Bye." She hangs up and goes and sits down. Craig emerges from the bedroom and asks Debbie, "What's wrong: can't you sleep?" Debbie sighs, "Every time I close my eyes, I just see Frank; his last moments." Craig asks, "Who was on the 'phone?" Debbie tells him, "Mum. I called her. She is coming down tomorrow." Craig comments, "It'll be good for you to see her, after what's happened." Debbie nods warily, "Yeah... It does bring up one problem, though." Craig asks, "What's that?" Debbie explains, "She knows about you, but she doesn't know that we're living together." Craig asks, "Does it worry you, her finding out?" Debbie nods and replies, "I don't think she's going to be very happy about it." Craig suggests, "Maybe she shouldn't come down, then? More hassle's the last thing you need." Debbie, however, sighs, "No... I want to see her." Craig asks, "What if she kicks up a stink?" Debbie tells him, "I don't think she's going to be very happy about it, but I don't think it'll be that bad."

The next morning, Craig is driving along a road, Debbie's mother in the passenger seat next to him. She tells Craig warmly, "I've heard so much about you. Debbie's letters are always full of 'Craig this' and 'Craig that'!" She goes on, "Graham and I - that's Debbie's dad - we're so pleased she's found some nice friends in the city. You and Mrs. Palmer and Doug and Caroline - and there's a boy called Andy; is that right?" Craig nods, "Yeah." Mrs. Halliday continues, "I've only heard about you all, but I feel as if I know you: Debbie's letters are so descriptive!" Craig chuckles, "You should have seen her when I left: she was rushing around, tidying everything up! Said she didn't want her mother thinking she lived like a slob!" Mrs. Halliday smiles, "I can't imagine that: one thing I did teach her was to keep her room tidy!" Craig laughs, "It's not her stuff she has to worry about; it's all my rubbish." Mrs. Halliday looks at him in surprise and says, "You and Debbie share the flat?" Looking annoyed at putting his foot in it, Craig nods, "Yeah. Deb wanted to tell you herself." Mrs. Halliday asks, "Do you just share... or are you living together?" Craig hesitates before suggesting, "Maybe we should wait until we get back? You can talk to Debbie about it yourself."

A while later, Debbie is standing in the flat, looking downcast, as Mrs. Halliday says curtly, "It's your life, and you're certainly old enough to make your own decisions, but I can't say I'm not disappointed in you." Debbie sighs, "Craig and I love each other, mum." Mrs. Halliday retorts, "I'm sure you do - or at least you think you do." She turns to look at Craig, who insists, "We do, Mrs. Halliday." Mrs. Halliday nods, "Alright, I'll accept that. But you're both so young." Debbie points out, "You and dad were married at our age." Mrs. Halliday retorts, "Exactly: we were married, not living together. I thought we brought you up differently." Debbie sighs, "Don't make me feel ashamed of this, mum. It's not something I just jumped into; I thought about this a lot." Mrs. Halliday tells her, "That's not much consolation when you still ended up making a big mistake." Craig tells her, "We don't think it is." Mrs. Halliday retorts, "I'm sure you don't, Craig..." Debbie says quickly, "Craig, why don't you just let mum and I talk about this? Half an hour's all we need, OK?" Mrs. Halliday tells Craig, "I'm not against you as such, Craig - you seem a nice young man. It's the situation that worries me." Looking annoyed, Craig turns and heads out. When he's gone,. Mrs. Halliday puts her arms round Debbie and says, "I came down here to comfort you, and here I am being a dragon! I love you too much not to say it: please don't ruin your life like this; he won't respect you for it in the long-run." Debbie stands there, looking worried.

At Beryl's, Gordon is sitting in an armchair in the lounge room, looking at the newspaper, when Beryl walks in warily from the kitchen and says hesitantly, "Er... I've been thinking: let's forget about all the wedding plans and get married today." Gordon looks at her in surprise and smiles "You mad, impetuous fool!" Beryl insists, "I'm serious. Why bother with all the expense and fuss that a big do would entail? It's our day; let's make it us and a couple of witnesses." Gordon asks, "What about Fiona - and Susan? The Sydney people couldn't come; they'd be disappointed." Beryl muses, "I know... but maybe I just feel like being crazy for a change!" Gordon just says, "You'd regret it in the long run, if I said yes. It's a whim!" The 'phone starts ringing suddenly. Gordon stands up and goes to answer it. He listens and then says, "Yes, Alison, what can I do for you?" From the lounge room at Charlie's, Alison tells him, "I've just burnt the midnight oil reading a book that will have you hopping mad - unless, of course, you know something about it. I don't suppose there's any way you'd be behind it?" In Albert Park, Gordon replies, "I don't know what on earth you're talking about. What book?" Beryl looks at him. Gordon then murmurs, "My Sister My Love. Curiously enough, there's a copy in the house. I can't imagine why I wasn't told about it." A look of concern crosses Beryl's face.

A short time later, Gordon is sitting reading from My Sister My Love: "'She loved him as she'd never loved another man, as she would never love again. He was the only man who had ever touched her; the only one she wanted to touch her. The great love of her life and no one could replace him. She vowed to herself that she wouldn't stand back and let Pamela take--" He breaks off and looks at Beryl. He then asks in surprise, "Is this what worried you? Why you didn't tell me about the book?" Beryl nods at him. Gordon comments, "Surely you know me well enough to know I wouldn't feel threatened by what you had with David?" Beryl murmurs, "I thought you would be." Gordon sighs, "Now I understand what all that 'let's get married straight away' business was about: you felt threatened by my reaction if I read it." Beryl tells him, "I don't want to lose you." Gordon smiles, "As though you would." He stands up and gives Beryl a hug, adding, "You should have trusted me." Beryl murmurs, "Sometimes you don't think rationally when emotions are involved." Gordon tells her, "David was the great love of your life - as I loved Nancy. You shouldn't feel threatened by that. You and I have developed. It's unique; it's our own relationship and no memories of what went before can hurt that." Beryl looks up at him and muses, "Looks like I have created a problem when there didn't need to be one." Changing the subject, Gordon comments, "The mail should be here my now. I'm expecting a cheque." As he goes to head out of the room, he calls back, "You don't know who wrote the book, do you?" Beryl says quickly, "No, I just found it at a newsagents." Gordon smiles, "Whoever it was certainly raised a hornet's nest!" With that, he heads off outside. As soon as he's gone, Beryl walks over to the 'phone and dials a number. When the call is answered, she says sharply, "It's Beryl. What you were concerned about has happened: everybody knows about the book."

Charlie is sitting on the couch in her lounge room, reading My Sister My Love. Alison appears in the doorway and tells her, "I'm just going across the road. I want to front Wayne with this." She holds out a copy of the book, adding, "It could well have been him who wrote it." Charlie, however, tells her, "I can't imagine that, darling. This character 'Warren' is obviously meant to be him and the book's so vile about him!" Alison shrugs, "That could just be a smokescreen to put us off the track. Anyway, if he didn't write it, it'll be fun to see his face when he gets a look at it!" Charlie then tells her, "I'm furious with the way I'm shown here. Listen: 'Zsa Zsa, the dizzy neighbour, twitted into the room. She brought an air of superficiality to every conversation; a mood of facile stupidity to every gathering.'" She breaks off and cries, "Really, darling, it's beyond a joke." Alison nods, "I must admit: it's pretty rough stuff." Charlie goes on, "Fancy calling me Zsa Zsa!" Alison asks, "Is that what worries you?!" Charlie retorts, "Of course, darling: it makes me sound like French poodle!" Alison asks in surprise, "What about the rest?" Charlie just shrugs, "People have been saying those sorts of things for years. Why should that upset me?!"

A short time later, Wayne is standing with Alison in the hallway at Dural, riffling through a copy of My Sister My Love. He mutters at Alison, "Of course I didn't write it. Why?" Alison tells him, "Read it and you'll see why. We're all in there: the whole sordid little bunch of us. It's the full story of what happened with John and Angela." Wayne mutters, "Why should that worry me?" Alison tells him, "It's not too kind about you. You're Warren. Not nice." Wayne shrugs, "So? Someone's based a book on us. I'm more worried about what you and Susan are up to." Alison tells him, "We're not up to anything. We're just protecting our money." Wayne growls, "You're both out to make me squirm." Alison smiles, "Sounds fun!" The study door opens suddenly and Susan appears in the doorway. She looks at Alison and says, "I thought I heard your voice. I've got those financial things for you to look at." As Alison heads towards the study, she tells Susan, "Wayne's just being a bit paranoid about our little arrangement. I've left him with some interesting reading. Should leave him occupied while we're talking..."

The bug pulls up outside Craig and Debbie's flat. Andy is driving and Craig is in the front passenger seat. Andy tells him, "I'll pick you up in around about half an hour." He adds, "Listen: hang in there - Deb's mum will be gone in a few days." Craig mutters, "So might Deb, the way things are going. She was really rocked that her mum wouldn't stay the night at the flat." Andy comments, "Sounds like she's coming on pretty heavy. Do you really reckon Deb will move out?" Craig replies, "It's on the cards. Her mum's making her feel ashamed." Andy asks, "She actually preferred to move into a hotel rather than stay with you two?" Craig nods, "Yep." Andy remarks, "Sounds like emotional blackmail to me. I would do some fast talking, if I were you; make sure she doesn't get through to Deb." With that, Craig climbs out of the car, adding as he does so, "Don't worry: I'm going to." Andy wishes him, "Good luck," and drives off.

A short time later, Craig heads into the flat to find a packed suitcase by the front door. He then looks at Debbie, who's standing sheepishly across the room. She murmurs, "I talked to mum again this morning. I'm sorry, Craig. I'm moving out."

A few moments later, Craig tells Debbie sharply, "You're too confused to be making such a big decision. After what happened yesterday, with Frank--" Debbie interrupts and retorts, "It's got nothing to do with that." Craig sighs, "Not consciously, but maybe without realising it. First, you're told what you're doing is wrong; then you go through all those terrible things that happened; and then your mum comes down and says the same thing. It's got to confuse you." Debbie just replies, "I called Mrs. Palmer and she says that I can move in with her." Craig retorts, "It's not the same and you know it." Debbie growls, "Don't make this any more difficult for me than it is, Craig." Craig, however, demands, "What do you expect me to do? Say how great I think it is and help you to pack? You act as though you're ashamed of loving me. How do you think that makes me feel?" Debbie just shakes her head and says, "I'm sorry."

Alison emerges from the study at Dural, telling Susan as she does so, "I'll get back to you with those figures tonight. I'll just see Wayne before I go." Wayne emerges from the lounge room and says, "See me about what?" He's holding the book. Alison smiles, "Aren't you predictable! You been hanging around here eavesdropping, have you?" Wayne, however, retorts, "I've been reading this book, if you must know." He indicates the copy of My Sister My Love, adding as he does so, "Whoever wrote it deserves to be sued from here to kingdom come." Alison comments, "I can think of much better ways of getting back at them. Suing takes far too long. No, I'm going to make sure that whoever did write that book is very sorry very soon." Wayne tells her, "Whatever you do, count me in." Alison muses, "How nice to be in agreement for once!" She then changes the subject as she hands Wayne a file and says, "I'd like you to look at these and make a list of the worthless and worthwhile clients; then get on to the worthwhile clients and organise a meeting. We have to restore confidence in the company." Wayne mutters, "Whatever you say." Alison says curtly, "I know you'll be looking to siphon off some of the money the first chance you get. I wouldn't, if I were you: I'll be watching you like a hawk." She adds cheekily, "It's going to be nice working together again, isn't it?!" With that, she heads out, leaving Wayne looking annoyed.

Charlie is standing in her lounge room, next door, talking on the 'phone, laughing, "What an adventurous little soul she is... And Janice too?!" She smiles. She then goes on, "I'd appreciate it if you could leave them a message for me: just tell Fiona to ring Charlie as soon as she gets back." Alison walks in as Charlie adds, "I've got the most fabulous gossip for her! Toodle-pip!" She hangs up and looks at Alison. She then explains, "That was that lovely boy, Dan, at the mansion. I rang to tell Fiona about the book, but she's out of town, though. She's gone bushwalking with Janice and that gorgeous young doctor!" She then sits down and asks, "How were things next door?" Alison tells her, "We're not talking Happy Families. Susan's got Wayne right where she wants him." Charlie asks, "Does he have any idea who wrote My Sister My Love?" Alison replies, "Not a clue." Charlie comments, "It has to be someone who knows the story back to front." A thoughtful look crosses Alison's face. She then gasps suddenly, "Of course! Who's the one person who knows the full story from both sides?" Charlie asks in surprise, "Who?" Alison goes on, "Who just happens to be out of town the week the book hits the stands? Who's not around to cop any flak that might start flying?" Charlie presses, "Who, darling? Who?" Alison declares, "Fiona, of course." Charlie comments in surprise, "I can't imagine it would be her, darling." Alison, however, retorts, "Don't let her 'everyone's favourite aunty' act fool you. She knew the full story, she had the time to write it, and she had contacts in the publishing industry - from when she published Barney's diaries, remember? It all adds up. I'll bet my life it's her." Charlie asks, "What if it is her?" Alison retorts airily, "Oh, I know it is. I'm going to make her sorry she ever wrote it." She then asks, "What's the most important thing in the world to her?" Charlie shrugs, "I don't know." Alison tells her, "The mansion. Her home. It would shatter her if she lost it." Charlie asks, "How could that possibly happen?" Alison explains, "I own it now. I can do anything I want with it. By the time Fiona comes back from her little nature jaunt, the mansion's going to be well on the way to being a pile of rubble..." Charlie looks at her in concern.

Debbie emerges from the bedroom at her and Craig's flat, and looks at Craig, who's sitting glumly on the couch. She then goes to the 'phone. Craig asks her, "Who are you calling?" Debbie replies, "A cab." Craig tells her, "I'll drive you." Debbie, though, murmurs, "I'd rather you didn't." Craig cries, "This is all wrong; it shouldn't be happening." Debbie, however, retorts, "No... it shouldn't have happened in the first place. See, I wasn't sure about it then, but I am now. My mum and dad have brought me up not to live with a guy before I'm married, and that's the way I want it. OK, you might call me square, but that's the way I think it should be." Craig suggests, "Let's not call a cab yet; let's sit down and talk about it." Debbie, however, shakes her head and insists, "I won't change my mind." Craig sighs, "I almost lost you yesterday and I don't want to lose you now." Debbie exclaims, "You're not losing me; we're just--" Craig interrupts and cries, "I love you and I want to live with you." Debbie sighs heavily and says, "I'm sorry. I've made up my mind." She starts dialling a number on the 'phone. Craig leaps up from the couch and puts his hand on the receiver to cut off the call. He tells Debbie earnestly, "You don't have to call a cab. You don't have to leave. Marry me." Debbie looks at him in surprise. She mouths, "What?!" Craig smiles, "Marry me! If you're my wife, then it's fine for us to live together! I want you to marry me, Deb. What do you say?" Debbie stares at him, open-mouthed!


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