Clive asking Madge to take calls and arrange bookings for him. Madge smiling that Max would hate it!
Madge being told at HM Prison Pentridge that the person she's been visiting doesn't want to see her again.
Paul and Shane shaking hands and making up.
Des is bustling around, but settles himself down in front of the telly as Daphne comes in, sighing that her feet hurt. She adds that at least she has tomorrow night off. She sits down next to Des and gives him a kiss adding:
DAPHNE: I've rostered young Mike on. Gee, he's a nice kid. Bit quiet, maybe, but...
Des doesn't respond, and Daphne asks what's wrong.
DES (flatly): I went into Head Office today.
DAPHNE (sounding disappointed): Oh, and you couldn't get the week off for the honeymoon?
DAPHNE: Is it the job?
DES (quietly): Yep.
DAPHNE: You haven't been—
A look of horror crosses Daphne's face and she exclaims:
DAPHNE: Oh no, how *could* they? Your work's always been terrific; they've *said* so. Des, you can't just give up. Look, I know it's a shock, but you've got to stand up for your rights; I've always found that's the only way. You've got to *fight* these kind of people. It makes me so MAD!
A smile crosses Des's face as Daphne rants:
DAPHNE: It's that rotten Madge Mitchell, isn't it, down at the bank, sleazing away through the back door, badmouthing me... Oo, those kind of people blow me out. Why doesn't she crawl back under the rock she came from?
DES (interrupting quickly): Daph... Daph, I was only gagging you. We've got a promotion!
DAPHNE (staring at him): *Who's* got a promotion?
DES: We—; *I* have. I'm the manager of the Ramsay Street branch of Pacific Bank!
DAPHNE (glaring at Des): Big deal!
With that, Daphne storms off to her room and slams the door! Des sits there, looking bemused!
The next morning, Madge is tidying up the mess on the kitchen table from the night before. She picks up the newspaper that Shane was reading and then goes to the ‘phone. She goes to dial a number, but then stops and stares at the ‘phone, tears welling-up in her eyes. As she begins to sob, the front door opens and Clive bursts in, smiling:
CLIVE: Bookings, bookings! Any bookings?!
He then spots that Madge is upset and he asks what's wrong. Madge insists that she's just a bit tired. Clive, however, tells her to sit down. They sit at the table and Madge sniffs that it's just a family problem; nothing she should concern him with. Clive muses that he knows all about family problems. He goes to make some tea as Madge says:
MADGE: You have difficulties with your family too?
CLIVE: I've done one or two hard rounds – but *I'm* not the one with tears in my eyes. You miss your kids?
MADGE: Yes, of course I do.
CLIVE: But that's not all, is it?
Madge, ignoring this, tells Clive that he has two bookings. Clive smiles:
CLIVE: Two bookings, eh? Well, new business is good business. Thanks, Madge – you're a trouper!
Helen has set up her easel and is starting to paint when the ‘phone rings. She sighs and puts down her palette. She picks up the ‘phone.
HELEN: Hello – Helen Daniels speaking.
A female voice comes on and says:
VOICE: Hello, Aunty Helen, it's Nikki.
The girl is standing talking on a pay ‘phone in a school. She's wearing uniform.
HELEN (beams): Nikki, how are you?
NIKKI: I'm fine thanks, Aunty Helen. How are *you*?
HELEN: Very well. How's the family?
NIKKI: I haven't heard from mum recently, but she'd be OK; if she wasn't, she'd have written.
HELEN: When are you coming over? We haven't seen you since the wedding.
NIKKI: Well I *have* got this afternoon off...
HELEN: It'll be lovely to see you; I look forward to it.
NIKKI: OK – see you this afternoon, Aunty Helen.
With that, Helen hangs up the ‘phone and returns to her painting. She's interrupted again, though, by a knock on the door. Sighing heavily, she answers it and finds Clive standing on the step. He beams:
CLIVE: Clive Gibbons – and you must be Mrs. Daniels. I've heard you're a fine artist!
HELEN (rolling her eyes!): Indeed?
CLIVE: Ah, you've heard Max Ramsay talk about me! Now, I don't know what I've done, but I'm sure that if ever there's a problem, you'll come straight to me. In the meantime, could we discuss a small matter?
Helen invites Clive in. He spots a photo of Lucy and comments that there's no guessing which side of the family *her* good looks come from! He goes on:
CLIVE: And of course, you'll want the best for her when her birthday party comes up! Now, I can provide clowns with wonderful routines to delight—
HELEN (interrupting): In a year or two, perhaps.
Clive then tries to offer babysitting services, but Helen again declines! Clive muses:
CLIVE: People in the street are very nice – Mrs. Mitchell next door, particularly.
HELEN: Yes, Madge is nice to *everyone*.
CLIVE: I wish there was more I could do – I think she's a bit lonely.
HELEN: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that – I might give her a call later.
Clive then tells Helen that it's been a pleasure. Helen sees him to the door commenting that, next time he pops in, perhaps they'll see the real person and not just the act? Clive just smiles:
CLIVE: It's been a pleasure, Mrs. Daniels!
As Daphne emerges from her bedroom, Des offers her some toast. She just slams the door and sits down at the table. Des sighs that he apologised *last night*. He joins Daphne at the table and says:
DES: Come on, Daph...
Daphne doesn't respond. Des goes on:
DES: I've got something important to tell you; something very, very important ... Not only am I manager of the new branch, but Head Office gave me a week off for the honeymoon.
Daphne looks up at him. He asks:
DES: Forgive me?
DAPHNE (coolly): Is that the truth?
DES: Would I lie?
DAPHNE (smiles): You're forgiven!
Des says softly:
DES: I love you.
The two of them start kissing passionately.
Helen and Madge are sitting at the kitchen table, chatting, when Daphne comes in through the back door. Helen asks the two other women if they know each other. Madge recalls that Daphne lives with Des at No. 28. She then goes on:
MADGE: Tell me: is it true you used to be a stripper?
Daphne, sitting down, replies curtly:
DAPHNE: Used to be, yes.
She then announces that Des has got his promotion, and is going to be the manager of the new Ramsay Street branch. Helen smiles that that's wonderful! Madge chips in:
MADGE: Ramsay Street was named after my family, you know?
DAPHNE: Yes, so Max keeps telling us!
MADGE: It must be an exciting prospect, becoming a bank manager's wife. A little nerve-wracking too, I would imagine.
HELEN: Oh, Daphne can cope!
MADGE: Yes, but people do tend to gossip. You know, I think it's best to take the initiative. Charity work always sets a fine example.
DAPHNE (sharply): How do you mean?
HELEN (warns): Madge, I--
DAPHNE (tersely): She means I should be embarrassed about being a stripper.
MADGE (pointedly): *Your* words, dear, not *mine* – and charity work would suggest a change of heart.
DAPHNE (snaps): Well I've done nothing in my life to be ashamed of.
MADGE: I'm only trying to help. I mean, if clients start transferring their accounts things could become very unpleasant.
DAPHNE (coolly): I really don't think it's any of your *business*.
HELEN (quickly): Daphne already does charity work: she's unofficial counsellor to half the kids at the coffee shop!
MADGE (to Daphne): Oh, so you're a qualified youth counsellor as well?
DAPHNE (snaps): I don't need a diploma for common sense. [Pointedly] I can't vouch for other people, though...
MADGE (looking put-out): Excuse me – I think I'd better go. Some other time, perhaps, Helen?
With that, Madge walks out. When she's gone, Daphne sighs:
DAPHNE: I really blew that, didn't I?
Helen assures her that Madge was in the wrong. She then opens up a pad on the table in front of her as she adds bitterly:
HELEN: Ignorance is a terrible thing...
Daphne looks at the pad and exclaims:
DAPHNE: That's Douglas Blake!
HELEN (grimly): The man I was going to marry. When I think how he embezzled all that money Jim borrowed...
DAPHNE: Well why did you draw *this*?
HELEN: I have my reasons...
Clive walks in to the coffee shop, where Mike is working. He looks at Mike's face, which has a bruise on the left-hand side, and asks what happened. Mike just retorts:
From the kitchen hatch, Daphne calls:
DAPHNE: Huh! *Some* football!
MIKE (retorts): Look, it's *my* business, OK?
DAPHNE (shrugs): Fair enough.
With that, Mike heads off back to school. Clive walks over to the kitchen hatch and shows Daphne a card advert for his Animalgrams. He asks if he can put it up on her noticeboard. He adds that she can have a gorillagram at her wedding, but she declines! She then tells Clive:
DAPHNE: The noticeboard's for customers. You haven't ordered!
CLIVE: You're a little hustler, aren't we!
DAPHNE: We try to hold our own!
Mike is sitting on his own on a bench, looking down at the ground, despondently. Another kid walks up to him and asks Mike if he's wagging school as well.
MIKE (mutters): Buzz off.
KID: Watch it, Young: you'll give too much lip one day. It's no wonder you haven't got a single friend in the whole school.
With that, the kid walks off, leaving Mike looking dejected.
Helen and Nikki emerge from the bedroom area, talking about how wonderful the wedding dresses are. Daphne arrives home and Nikki immediately asks her which dress she's going to wear. Daphne smiles that she hasn't decided yet! Des, who's sitting on the couch, is trying to ignore all the wedding talk! The front door opens and Danny comes in. Helen reminds him that he's met Nikki, hasn't he? Danny and Nikki say Hi. Danny picks up his schoolbag, saying he *thought* he'd left it there. He adds that he's just been mowing the lawn. Nikki says to him:
NIKKI: You work at the Pacific Bank, don't you?
NIKKI: I think it's wonderful Mr. Clarke's been promoted to manager.
DANNY (shrugs): Yeah, it's OK.
NIKKI: You don't get too excited, do you?!
With that, Helen suggests hurriedly that she and Nikki had better get going, as Nikki has to get back to school. Daphne goes to hang the dresses up again, leaving Danny to ask Des if there's any news on *his* promotion yet.
DES: You're really cracking your neck over this one, mate!
DANNY: You know how it is, Des: Marcie's a popular girl. Everyone at the bank's after her; I've got to make every post a winner.
DES: Yeah, well, I don't think it's a good idea to get your career mixed up with your personal life. It's bad news.
DANNY: Yeah, I know that.
Des then says seriously:
DES: Head Office looked at your application very carefully, but... someone else had longer service.
DANNY (sighs): I didn't get it?
DES: Not this time, I'm afraid.
DANNY: Who *did*?
DES: Sorry, mate. Actually, it was, um, Marcie.
Danny has returned home. Madge exclaims:
MADGE: *Marcie*?! Oh, what's got *into* Des Clarke, promoting a junior girl above a Ramsay?
DANNY (points out): It was Head Office.
Madge shrugs that it just goes to prove that nothing was intended to happen between him and Marcie. Danny, however, retorts that that is ridiculous. Madge asks him if he's going to go on chasing her. Danny mutters that he hasn't decided.
MADGE: She's a senior, now; she can't be interested in *you*.
The ‘phone starts ringing and Danny answers it. Clive comes on and asks Danny if he can work tonight, as someone's dropped out. Danny, however, says quickly that he doesn't think so. Clive insists that it would be one last chook job; a special favour. Danny just sighs:
DANNY: Can't you get somebody *else* to do it?
Clive gives in and says he'll do it himself. Danny hangs up and Madge asks who it was. Danny just replies that it was a friend. Looking exasperated, Madge says:
MADGE: Oh really, Danny, you shouldn't be having secrets from your family. *We're* the people you should be *confiding* in.
DANNY: Well maybe not: I need someone who understands about Marcie.
MADGE: Such as who?
DANNY: Such as... Daphne.
MADGE (spits): *That* woman...
DANNY: Daphne's all right. She's been around.
MADGE (coldly): I'm well aware that she's slightly more than shop-soiled. She's the last person on *earth* a young boy should be talking to.
DANNY (retorts): I've *always* talked to Daphne – ever since she came here.
MADGE: Yes, and you've been in trouble the whole time.
DANNY: Well, Aunty Madge, that's who I'm going to talk to.
With that, Danny walks out, leaving Madge shaking her head in despair.
Mike is behind the counter, doing some schoolwork while there are no customers to serve. Helen and Nikki come in and sit down at a table, Helen telling Nikki as they do so that if she ever wants to stay overnight, she's more than welcome. Mike walks over to them and Helen remarks that he must be Mike. She adds that Daphne's told her about him. She then introduces herself and Nikki and the two of them place their order. As Mike goes to walk away, Nikki says:
NIKKI: Were you studying?
NIKKI: I *love* History. Ancient or Modern?
MIKE: Modern – well, the start of it: the French Revolution.
NIKKI: Modern History's my favourite. What happened to your face?
MIKE: Er, football.
NIKKI (mutters): Football is for *louts*.
HELEN (warns quietly): Nikki...
MIKE: Gee, thanks!
NIKKI: I didn't mean *you*! What position do you play?
MIKE: Er, full-back. I'll get your order.
With that, Mike heads to the kitchen, leaving Nikki to comment to Helen that he seems like a really nice guy - not like *Danny*: he was *so rude*. Changing the subject, Helen asks how school is.
NIKKI: I love it! Girls are friendly, teachers are good and studying's no hassle.
HELEN: What about your mum? How are things at home?
NIKKI: They seem to be all right. We haven't been in touch lately.
HELEN: Why not?
NIKKI: Well, it's mostly *my* fault, I suppose – I haven't written as often as I should. I don't know... Mum and I... we don't have much to say these days.
Helen looks at her sympathetically.
Des is sitting on the couch, looking at the newspaper. Daphne grabs it from him and tells him that she's got to read the social pages. Looking surprised, Des asks:
DES: What's all this interest in the social pages?
DAPHNE: Well, I'm about to become a bank manager's wife!
DES: Don't be stupid!
DAPHNE: You never know: I might make a mistake; commit a faux-pas; strip at a banker's convention and cause a scandal!
DES: A *riot*, more likely!
He then assures her:
DES: Being a bank manager's wife won't make a scrap of difference.
Daphne hesitates before going on:
DAPHNE: I wasn't going to say anything, but *she* might say something: I had words with Madge Mitchell today.
DES (sharply): Did she have a go at you about being a stripper?
DAPHNE: Oh, it was *both* of us; I was a bit touchy.
DES: What did she say?
DAPHNE: She said I should take up charity work to prove that I was OK. Well *I* said it was none of her business.
DES (looking annoyed): Right – I'm gonna nip this right in the bud.
DES (snaps): That chipped old battleaxe can go to hell.
With that, Des picks up his shoes and marches out. Danny comes in as he does so.
Madge is pottering around the kitchen, but almost trips over Danny's schoolbag, which he's placed on the floor. She picks it up and it falls opens. She looks inside and takes out Danny's wallet. She opens it and counts the money in there. A look of surprise crosses her face. Des comes marching in, suddenly – his shoes under his arms! – and snaps:
DES: I want a word with you.
MADGE: Are you speaking to *me*?
DES (sarcastically): No, I'm talking to the little blue gnome in the corner!
MADGE (coolly): I think you had better *leave*...
DES (retorts): I just want to say one thing: what Daphne did in the past - which I know about – is Daphne's business and mine and nobody else's.
MADGE: *And* the bank's, I would imagine.
DES: I'll tell you one thing and I'll tell you for sure: if ever there's a choice between Daphne and the bank, I'll *quit*.
With that, Des turns and storms back out.
Danny is telling Daphne that he can't figure Marcie out; how does he impress her? Daphne replies that he should be himself.
DANNY (shrugs): Who *am* I?
DAPHNE: Oh, Danny, it'll work out!
DANNY (mutters): Forget it. I'll save up and I'll take her away; *that'll* sort things out.
Helen is sitting in a small office opposite a man seated at a desk, explaining that her family thinks she's come to see an art dealer, to sell some more of her paintings.
HELEN: I was told that this agency was the best.
She then reaches into her bag and goes on:
HELEN: This is the man I want you to find, should it take long.
MAN: We do a lot of that kind of work.
HELEN: Then find him for me, Mr. Rawlings – by whatever means you think necessary.
With that, Helen hands over a sheet of paper. It has a sketch on it and she tells Rawlings:
HELEN: Douglas Blake.