Madge suggesting to Daphne that she should do charity work.
Madge finding Danny's wallet stuffed with money.
Helen asking Mr. Rawlings to find Douglas Blake for her.
Danny joins Madge in the kitchen. He's dressed in his suit and Madge asks him if he's going anywhere special. Danny shrugs that he's just going out.
MADGE (tersely): Not wandering the streets, I hope...
MADGE: Well... mixing with the wrong crowd... being led astray... it can happen, you know.
Danny sighs and asks Madge if she's leading up to something.
MADGE: Well, Danny: as a matter of fact I'm worried about you. I'm worried that you don't have a strong woman in your life; someone who could guide and help you.
DANNY (thoughtfully): I could *do* with a woman like that. Don't know if she's available, though.
MADGE (smiles): Believe me, Danny, she *is*. And willing to stand by you if ever you should need her advice.
DANNY (looking surprised): *Marcie* told you that?
MADGE (blankly): Who?
DANNY: Marcie. The woman you're talking about.
MADGE: I was talking about *myself*.
DANNY (looking surprised): Why?
MADGE: Well to be brutally frank, Danny, I think you could use my advice in certain areas – such as money.
DANNY (eagerly!): Do you know where I can get some?
MADGE: Oh Danny! Haven't you learned yet that money is the root of all evil?
DANNY: I don't know about that, Aunty Madge, but if you do know where I could get some, that would be great. I'm desperate for the stuff!
With that, Danny heads out!
Daphne is putting away the ingredients after making breakfast when Zoe emerges from her bedroom, sits down at the counter and digs into the food that Daphne has cooked for herself! As she does so, Daphne asks her if she's still job-hunting.
ZOE: Oh yeah, of course I am – even though it's so depressing: trudging round to the same places, saying the same things, smiling the same smiles, getting the same knockbacks...
DAPHNE: You'll just have to become more determined, won't you! After all, you can't stay *here* forever!
Zoe says quickly that she knows – but it's so hard when she hasn't even got enough money for bus fares: walking from job to job is so difficult...
ZOE: Even if I only had, say, ten dollars or so, that would be enough for fares. But I don't have it.
DAPHNE (sighs): No, you wouldn't have, would you...
ZOE: I don't suppose you've got any idea where I could get it from...?
DAPHNE: Me, as usual?
Zoe runs round to the other side of the counter and gives Daphne a hug, exclaiming that she's terrific! Daphne then asks Zoe if she promises to use the money for finding a job.
ZOE: Of course I do!
DAPHNE: All right – but on one condition: no more money from me ever again.
ZOE: I promise!
Max and Shane are sitting at the kitchen table, Max with the newspaper held up in front of him. Madge joins them and puts a shopping list in front of Shane, telling him that it's all written down for him. Shane mutters that she'll have to give him the money, because he's broke ‘til payday. Madge hands over some cash and Shane heads out. Madge then goes and sits down at the table with Max, who still has his head buried in the newspaper. She muses:
MADGE: Money, money, money. A terrible source of worry, isn't it?
Max doesn't respond. Madge prompts;
MADGE: *Isn't it*, Max?
MAX (mutters): If I answer, will you leave us alone?
MADGE: There's no need to be so aggressive – especially as I'm only speaking out of concern for Danny.
MAX (sighs): What *about* him?
MADGE: Well I'm not sure yet – but last night, as I was cleaning up after him, his wallet inadvertently fell open.
MAX (lowering the newspaper): Just like that, eh?
MADGE: Oh please, Max, I wasn't prying; but I couldn't help noticing that it contained a rather large amount of money. $180 to be exact.
MAX: So he's been saving.
MADGE: Oh that's nonsense and you know it. Only the other night he was complaining that he didn't have any money.
MAX: What are you saying, Madge? He *stole* it or something?
MADGE: Of course not – although, the company he's been keeping lately, God knows what he could be led to do.
MAX: Don't be ridiculous.
MADGE: That Marcie? Girls like *that*? You've only got to hear him talk about her to realise what an unhealthy hold she's got over him.
MAX (shrugs): So he's got a thing about her. He'll grow out of it.
MADGE: Really, Max, I don't understand you. Your dereliction of duty as a parent is appalling.
MAX (snaps): What do you want me to do? Spy on him?
MADGE: If necessary. You read in the papers all the time about young people desperate for money engaging in illegal activities.
MAX (growls): Not *my* kids.
MADGE: How can you be so sure?
MAX: Easy: because unlike *your* children, my kids come to me when they're in trouble.
MADGE: That was unkind.
MAX: I don't care – and listen: get it through that thick skull of yours: there's no way I'm spying on Danny.
With that, Max returns to reading the newspaper. Madge storms off to her room and slams the door. A thoughtful look suddenly crosses Max's face
Balcony of No. 24
Danny is sitting out on the balcony. Max joins him and sits down next to him. He then tells his son that he's got to talk to him. Danny asks wearily what he's done.
MAX: Oh nothing, nothing; it's just... well, your Aunty Madge reckons she was cleaning up after you and she found a whole lot of money in your wallet: $180.
DANNY (retorts): She's got no right to go snooping in my wallet.
MAX: Oh, I couldn't agree with you more – but, well, it never stopped Madge, but, and it probably never will. I'd just like to know where you got the money, that's all.
DANNY: I'm allowed to have money, aren't I?
MAX: Oh yeah, sure, sure; but, well, let's face it: after you've paid your board, there's no way you'd have that much left out of your wages.
Max asks Danny to admit where he got the money. Danny tells him:
DANNY: Bloke at work: bets on the horses. He knew I needed the money, he gave me a tip, it won.
To Danny's surprise, Max smiles:
MAX: Good on ya! Of course, I'd rather you didn't gamble, but still, it's your life. What horse did you back?
Danny pauses a moment and then tells his father:
DANNY: ‘King Chicken'!
Zoe emerges from a shop, holding a bundle of lottery scratchcards.
A short time later, Zoe walks into the Coffee Shop, sits down at a table and starts scratching the card with a coin. Daphne walks over to her and, looking horrified, snaps:
DAPHNE: How many did you buy?
ZOE: Only two.
DAPHNE: And the rest.
ZOE: Only two. Honestly.
Daphne glares at Zoe, who eventually caves and admits:
ZOE: OK, I bought nine.
DAPHNE (angrily): You spent the whole $10 on lottery tickets? I thought you said you were going to use it for bus fares.
ZOE: Well I was, but I needed more money, Daph; and I wanted to buy a proper bridesmaid's dress so I wouldn't look bad at your wedding.
DAPHNE (snaps): Oh don't give me that garbage. I'm fed up with you. You're not getting another cent out of me again. I've been conned by you for the *last time*.
Daphne storms over to the counter. Zoe follows her and murmurs:
ZOE: OK. I'll leave – and I won't bother you again.
Daphne, however, gives in and tells her more calmly not to go. Zoe goes and sits down at the counter and starts scratching the rest of the cards. She suddenly stops and stares at one. She hands it to Daphne and exclaims nervously:
ZOE: Oh Daph: check that and tell me I haven't made a mistake!
Daphne stares at the card and then screams:
DAPHNE: Zoe! You've won a thousand dollars!
Daphne runs round to the other side of the counter and she and Zoe hug in delight!
Jim is sitting working on his new jack at the kitchen table when Madge knocks on the back door and comes in. She tells Jim that she doesn't want to interrupt; she actually wanted to have a chat with Helen. Jim asks if *he'll* do, and he offers Madge a cup of tea. She tells him she'll get it herself. As she does so, Jim asks her what the problem is.
MADGE: Oh... nothing and everything. Children, mainly.
JIM: Missing yours?
MADGE: Yes, I am.
JIM: Yeah, I know what you mean. I miss Scott. It's all very well him doing a trip round Australia, but it doesn't stop me missing him.
MADGE: I'm sure you do - unlike *some* parents, who don't seem to *care*.
Madge sits down at the table with Jim and comments that she thinks Danny misses his mother dreadfully.
MADGE: With her off doing goodness knows what, he's... I don't know: he seems to be getting himself into mischief.
She then sighs that she's going on about *her* problems when she's sure Jim has got plenty of his *own*. Jim, however, smiles:
JIM: As a matter of fact, it looks like my problems might be over. You realise I designed this jack? [He indicates the device on the table]
MADGE: No, I didn't.
JIM: Well I did! And I gave the marketing rights to my partner, Ross – and from what he says, the reaction from the manufacturers has been very good, so with a little bit of luck, my financial problems could be over sooner than I thought.
Madge remarks that he should be out celebrating! Jim, however, muses that it's a bit early for that.
MADGE: Listen, I've got an idea: if we went out and had lunch together, that would let you off the hook as far as celebrations went.
JIM: Well, it would be a very pleasant start, anyway.
Sometime later, Madge walks into the Coffee Shop with Jim. Daphne is standing behind the counter and she calls over that she won't be long. By the door, Madge comments to Jim in surprise:
MADGE: *Daphne* runs this place?
JIM: Yeah, yeah, she's been running it for a while, now; doing a good job too, from the sound of it.
The two of them sit down at a table and Daphne walks over to take their order. She asks if they're visiting or eating. Jim explains that it's a small celebration for him selling the jack he was working on. Daphne smiles that that's definitely worth celebrating! She then goes on:
DAPHNE: Now, if you don't mind me recommending, I've got a really lovely chicken and avocado salad.
JIM: That sounds great. Madge?
MADGE (flatly): Oh, I suppose that would do.
DAPHNE: And for dessert, I have the most delicious chocolate cake you've ever tasted. Not too sweet – because I don't think you need sweetening! – but delicious all the same!
MADGE (coolly): I'll think about that.
With that, Daphne heads back to the counter, leaving Jim to comment to Madge:
JIM: Nice girl, isn't she?
MADGE: I suppose she's quite pleasant – for her background...
Shane opens the front door to find Zoe standing on the step. He demands:
SHANE: What do *you* want?
ZOE: Look, I know you don't like me, but before I say what I'm going to say, I want you to know that underneath I'm really a very nice person. I just get carried away sometimes.
SHANE (snaps): Get to the point, Zoe.
ZOE: Right. I *did* take your wallet at the airport – but I only took it because I was desperate for money and you looked like you were very rich; and I'm very, very sorry.
SHANE (gasps): *Sorry*? I had three hundred bucks in that wallet, not to mention my driver's licence and my bank card and all that sort of stuff – and I'm *not* very rich: that's all the money I *have*.
ZOE: Well that's terrible; I didn't know that – and I'm going to make it up to you. Here.
Zoe holds out a rolled-up bundle of cash. Shane takes it and mutters:
SHANE: I suppose you think this makes it all right, do you?
ZOE: Well it makes it a *bit* better, doesn't it? I mean, it proves I never meant to keep the money and it also proves I can keep a promise: I'm returning it in less than seven days.
Shane just tuts.
ZOE: Look, I could've just left the money in the letterbox and never admitted it; but you already thought I was a thief and I didn't want you to think I was a coward as well. You *don't* think that, do you?
SHANE (drily): Oh, I suppose not.
ZOE: Wonderful! Does that mean we can be friends now?
SHANE (curtly): I don't think I'm ready for *that*, yet.
ZOE: Very well. For the time being, I'll just settle for not being enemies.
With that, Zoe gives Shane a kiss and heads off! Shane closes the door, looking thoughtful.
A while later, Zoe dashes into the Coffee Shop, holding a box. She tells Daphne that she's got her bridesmaid's dress – and she also hands over $110 to cover the rent she owes and the $10 she borrowed. She then goes and sits down at a table and empties out the contents of her handbag – to reveal a lot more lottery tickets. Daphne stares at them and asks incredulously how many she's got.
ZOE: Oh, just a few... [Pause] Several hundred. Will you give me a hand?!
Daphne sits down and the two of them start scratching!
Balcony of No. 24
Danny is standing on the balcony, dressed in his suit. Shane joins him and asks what's with the gear.
DANNY: I've got my computer course this afternoon. Marcie's going to be there: I don't want her to see me looking scummy.
SHANE: Pretty keen on her, aren't you?
DANNY: It's *more* than that, Shane.
SHANE: Good on you! I'm happy for you, Danny; I hope it lasts.
DANNY (flatly): Thanks.
SHANE: *You* don't sound too happy about it, though.
DANNY: It's not Marcie; it's something that I've *done*.
DANNY: Madge has been looking through my wallet. She found the money I earned from the chicken impersonations. She thought I'd stolen it. She told dad; when he asked me about it, I lied to him: told him I won it on the horses.
SHANE (sighs): I thought you weren't going to lie to him anymore, Danny.
DANNY: So did I – but if I tell him, I'll also have to tell him about the job with Clive; and you know what he's like: he'll hit the roof. What am I gonna do, Shane?
SHANE: Well... you can always give up women, Danny! After all, you wouldn't be *in* this mess if it wasn't for Marcia.
DANNY (insists): I wouldn't give up Marcia if my *life* depended on it.
SHANE: It just *might* if the old man finds out about your chicken job!
DANNY: I don't care. She says I'm the man she wants; I'll dress up as a *pumpkin* to get her!
Madge is talking on the ‘phone, looking slightly upset as she asks:
MADGE: But did he say *why* he wouldn't see me?
She listens and then sighs:
MADGE: Yes, I see. Thank you. Goodbye.
She hangs up as Shane and Danny come in. She asks Danny curtly if he shouldn't be at his computer course. Danny replies that he doesn't have to be there for another ten minutes yet. Madge then points out a wallet on the coffee table and asks Shane if it's his. Shane nods that it is. He picks up the wallet, looks inside and assures Madge that everything is there.
MADGE: I don't wish to pry, Shane, but where did you get all that money?
SHANE (glancing at Danny slyly): Here and there: you know how it is.
MADGE (curtly): No, I *don't* know.
SHANE: Well, it's sort of difficult to account for, aunty, but hustling around's how I got most of it.
MADGE (aghast): Shane! How could you talk like that?
SHANE: Oh relax, aunty, I'm only pulling your leg! Friend of mine owed me some money and paid me back today, that's all.
MADGE (coolly): The trouble is, I never know whether to believe you or *not*.
Danny starts sniggering. Madge glares at him and snaps that lack of trust is a dreadful thing. She then adds:
MADGE: You know, your mother, for all her faults, would be very upset if she knew how you were behaving. I just hope you come to your senses before it's too late.
With that, she marches off. Shane turns to Danny and murmurs that she's really upset. Danny just shrugs:
DANNY: I don't care. Serves her right for snooping on us.
There's a pile of discarded lottery tickets on the floor next to the table Zoe and Daphne are sitting at. Daphne scratches a card and then exclaims sarcastically:
DAPHNE: Oh great: another two dollars. Let's add them up, shall we...
She tots up what they've won and mutters sarcastically:
DAPHNE: Twenty dollars. We're doing well, aren't we? Oh never mind, it's only money. What does it matter you've only got twenty dollars left out of the four hundred you spent on tickets? You can always use that to spend on even *more* tickets, can't you?
ZOE (murmurs): Killjoy.
DAPHNE: How many times do you have to be told, Zoe? It doesn't matter *what* anyone says to you; you do the same stupid things over and over again.
ZOE: Yeah, I know, I know; you're right: I'm stupid and I'm no good and you don't deserve to be lumbered with me. I only came here because I wanted to go to your wedding – and because you were my best friend; and it's obvious you don't want me around. I hope you and Des will be very happy; you deserve to be. I wish I had someone who loves me as much as he loves you. Bye, Daph.
With that, Zoe stands up to go. Daphne, however, sighs:
DAPHNE: Zoe, I can't let you leave; you're my best friend!
DAPHNE: Course you are, you silly goose!
The ‘phone rings and Max answers it just before Madge can get to it. He listens and then says tersely:
MAX: What do you mean, ‘how much do I charge for a gorilla'?
He listens again and then rages:
MAX: No, I won't. No, you listen to *me*, pal: you ring me again, I'll *do* ya!
With that, he slams down the ‘phone. Madge suggests quickly that it was some sort of wrong number. Max, however, mutters:
MAX: I bet it wasn't. I bet it was that Clive Gibbons getting one of his mates to ring up and annoy me.
MADGE (quickly): Oh, I shouldn't think so. Why on earth would he do *that*?
MAX (growls): Only one way to find out. This time, he's not getting away with it.
Max storms over to the front door. Madge, however, calls quickly:
MADGE: No, Max, I wouldn't do that.
MAX (retorts): Why not? He's had it coming for some time.
MADGE: Max, that ‘phone call was for *me*: I've been working for Clive – taking calls for his animalgrams.
Max turns slowly to face Madge. He glares at her and says coolly:
MAX: You what? On *my ‘phone*?
MADGE: Yes, as it happens: they're the only ones here.
MAX (aghast): I don't know how you *could*, Madge. Work for that moron?
MADGE: Oh, quite easy, as it happens; I rather enjoy it.
MAX: Well it's got to *stop*; is that clear?
MADGE: It will stop when I feel like it – and that doesn't happen to be *now*.
MAX (yells): You'll do what I tell ya.
MADGE (coolly): Don't you threaten *me*, Max: I'll do what I like in this house. After all, I *own* it.
Max stares at his sister, a furious expression on his face!