Daphne raging at Zoe for buying another $400 worth of lottery tickets.
Madge admitting to Max that she's been taking calls for Clive's animalgrams – and pointing out to Max that he can't stop her, because she owns the house.
Zoe telling Daphne that she'll leave – but Daphne telling Zoe that she can stay.
The next morning, Zoe is making breakfast when Des emerges from his bedroom. Looking surprised, he spots flowers on the table and he asks Zoe what's going on.
ZOE (brightly): Breakfast, of course!
DES (sounding puzzled): Who else is coming?
ZOE: No one; just you and Daphne. It's your last day of being single and I'm going to spoil you rotten!
Des, sitting down at the table, comments that he doesn't know what to say! Daphne emerges from her bedroom and Zoe starts humming the bridal march! She tells Daphne to sit down next to Des and gaze into his eyes!
DES (to Daphne): Go on: gaze into my eyes and tell me what the hell's going on!
DAPHNE (whispers): Zoe's trying to impress us.
DES: I can see that, but *why*?
DAPHNE: I think she wants us to let her stay on until after tomorrow.
DES (raising his voice): No, she can't!
DES (more quietly): No, she can't.
DAPHNE: Well we can't very well throw her out onto the street either, can we?
DES: Well *you* go and tell her.
From over by the counter, Zoe says:
ZOE: Tell me *what*?
Des and Daphne both turn to look at her and she realises:
ZOE: You want me to go, don't you...
DAPHNE: It's not that we don't like you...
DES: We *do*. I mean, if we were going to share with anyone, we—
DAPHNE: It's just... we want to be alone.
ZOE: I understand; really, I do!
ZOE: Honestly! I mean, I know I'd feel the same if I were in your shoes. There's no need to feel bad.
DES (quietly, to Daphne): Then why *do* I?
ZOE: I'll sort out something while you're away on your honeymoon.
DAPHNE (firmly): No, Zoe.
ZOE (sounding surprised): What?
DAPHNE: I can't go away leaving it like this. I want it sorted out *before* the wedding.
Zoe suddenly throws down the breakfast things she's working with and says:
ZOE: I've just had a great idea!
ZOE: Be back in a minute!
With that, Zoe rushes out!
Driveway of No. 22
Clive is standing by his car, wearing a chicken outfit! Zoe walks over and grabs his tail, smiling:
ZOE: Hi there, Chicken Little!
CLIVE (turning to look at her): Hello.
ZOE: I'm Zoe, from Des's place.
Clive apologises to her for being a bit vague, explaining that he's been out all night, working. Zoe asks him:
ZOE: Hey, have you ever thought of renting out a room at your place?
CLIVE (bluntly): No.
ZOE (eagerly): Why not? I'm sure there are thousands of people – delightful... charming... intelligent... and clean people, like me! – who'd be only too happy to live there.
CLIVE: Thanks for the offer, but my house-sharing days are over.
With that, Clive heads to the house leaving Zoe standing there looking disappointed. She reaches into the car, takes out the giant chicken head and puts it on!
Des and Daphne are eating breakfast, and Des comments that it seems like ages since they've been alone together; getting engaged seemed to be one sure way of getting swamped!
DAPHNE: Well after tomorrow, that's all going to change.
DES: It'd better.
DAPHNE: Just the two of us... until we hear the patter of tiny feet, of course!
DES (looking surprised): *Babies*?
DAPHNE (nods): Mmm. Why – don't you like them?
DES: It's just that we've never talked about it; them; whatever.
DAPHNE: I just assumed.
DES: Well, yeah, I guess I did too.
DAPHNE: Well if you don't want to have them...
DAPHNE: I mean, we don't have to.
DES: I do, I do!
DAPHNE: Are you sure?
DES: I can't wait.
There's silence. Des then asks:
DES: How many were you thinking of having?
DES: Why three?
DAPHNE: Not one, not two, so I guess that leaves three. Unless, of course, you want to have *more*.
DES (quickly): No, no, three sounds fine! In fact, it sounds *better* than fine; it sounds perfect.
The two of them start kissing passionately – but are interrupted by a knock on the door and Eileen bustling in! She smiles:
EILEEN: So glad to have caught you alone. I want to know where you'll be staying tonight.
EILEEN: Well yes. Desmond won't be *here*.
DES (blankly): Where *will* I be?
EILEEN: Don't be silly, dear.
DES: I'm *not* being silly. Where will I be?
EILEEN: Well, anywhere; I don't care; as long as you're not here to see Daphne before the wedding.
DES: This is *my house*!
EILEEN (warns): Terribly, terribly bad luck!
DAPHNE: Eileen, I don't mind: I'm not very superstitious.
EILEEN: Well there's no point in tempting fate – again.
Eileen then tells Des that he can stay at *her* place. Des, however, declines hurriedly, adding that he'll sort something out. At that moment, Zoe comes back in and tells Des that he can sleep in *her* room! Everyone stares at her and she clarifies:
ZOE: I've done a deal with Clive Gibbons: I'm moving into *his* place for the time being.
Des and Daphne look at each other!
Paul is walking along Ramsay Street after a swim. Clive is in his driveway and he tries to make smalltalk with Paul about swimming, but Paul is clearly disinterested. Clive then says:
CLIVE: There's something I want to ask you.
PAUL (mutters): What?
CLIVE: What do you think about Zoe – the bird in Des's place?
CLIVE: Just interested.
PAUL (coolly): Why don't you talk to her and find out for yourself?
Paul goes to walk off.
CLIVE: Hang on a minute.
PAUL (snaps): Look, I haven't got time to stand around gossiping; I've got *better* things to do.
CLIVE: Just want to know what you thought of her, that's all. I wasn't after the dirt.
PAUL (tersely): Like *hell* you weren't.
CLIVE: I thought neighbours were supposed to be *friendly*.
PAUL (coldly): All right – let me offer some friendly advice: if you stop poking your nose into other people's business, maybe you'd get a bit more time for a swim, and we'd all be better off anyway.
With that, Paul walks off, leaving Clive standing in the street. He murmurs:
CLIVE: You ever thought of doing a gorilla telegram? You're a natural!
The ‘phone rings in the Coffee Shop and Mike answers it. Des comes on and asks for Daphne. Mike hands over the ‘phone and Des tells Daphne that he's glad Mike is with her, as it means she can meet him in the park in ten minutes. He adds that he has something he has to discuss with her. Daphne tells him that she'll see him there. She then asks Mike to hold the fort and she heads out.
Des is standing by the swings when Daphne walks over to him and asks what's wrong.
DES (warmly): I love you.
The two of them kiss and Daphne says uncertainly:
DAPHNE: You're not backing out?
DES: No. Are *you*?
DAPHNE: No. I'm so scared; you sounded so *serious*.
DES: It's Zoe.
DAPHNE (sighs): Oh Des!
DES: I've been thinking about her all morning. I feel so awful about kicking her out.
DAPHNE: So do I – honestly!
DES: Yeah, I know!
Daphne goes and sits on a swing and Des asks her if they can't do something to make Zoe feel better – such as offering her a job in the Coffee Shop. Daphne points out that she's got *Mike*.
DES: Can't you use Zoe too?
DAPHNE: I can't even afford *Mike*.
Des pauses before then saying:
DES: Hang on: what about when we go on our honeymoon? Why don't you offer her a week's work?
DAPHNE: Oh, I don't know, Des...
DES: It can't do any harm.
DAPHNE (sounding bemused): You don't know Zoe!
Daphne then sighs that *she's* worried about Mike and *he's* worried about Zoe and Eileen and Paul; they're so worried about everyone else, what about *them*? Des looks at his watch and says:
DES: Well... we've still got 5½ minutes – so during that time, no one else exists in the world except us – right?
DAPHNE (smiles): Right.
DES: So let's enjoy it...
With that, the two of them lean towards each other and start kissing passionately...
A short time later, Daphne arrives back at the Coffee Shop to find it closed and the door locked. She opens up and dashes inside to the counter, where she checks the till. To her relief, the money is still there.
A while later, Mike comes in through the door, looking sheepish. Daphne snaps angrily:
DAPHNE: Where the hell did *you* get to?
MIKE: Sorry – I had an urgent ‘phone call.
DAPHNE: So did *I*; I didn't just *walk out*.
MIKE (meekly): I know.
DAPHNE: Mike, I can't afford to turn customers away like that.
MIKE: You said you'd be back; I didn't think it'd matter.
DAPHNE (sharply): You *know* it did.
Zoe joins them at the counter, muttering about the fuss a customer is making about a cappuccino. Mike says to Daphne:
MIKE: Anyway, I just came back to say I was sorry. Thank you for giving me the chance.
Zoe looks at Mike and notices the large bruise on the left-hand side of his face. She asks what happened, but he retorts that it was nothing. He goes to walk out, but Daphne calls after him:
DAPHNE: Mike... whatever's wrong, let's just forget about it and start again.
MIKE (looking relieved): You mean it?
MIKE: You won't regret it.
DAPHNE: Yeah, well, I'd better not.
Paul walks up to a large building and stares at it. Jim is standing by an open door in the building and he spots Paul and walks over to him, asking him what he's doing there.
PAUL (shrugs): Just passing; you know how it is.
JIM: Yeah, well, it's been *years* since you've been ‘just passing'.
PAUL: I guess so.
Jim then asks Paul what he can do for him.
PAUL: Ah, nothing.
JIM: You sure?
PAUL: Yeah. Well, Des wants to know if he can stay the night; Eileen doesn't want him to see Daphne: wedding tradition, you know?
JIM: Of course – but you didn't have to ask *me* that; you know he can stay.
Paul announces that he'd better head off. Jim suggests that, as Paul is there, he should come and have a look around.
PAUL: I don't want to interrupt...
JIM (gently): You couldn't do that.
PAUL: No, I'd better go.
JIM: Son, I know it's a bit difficult to talk about business at home, but there's always a job here if you want one.
PAUL (sighs): Dad, I'm not interested. Look, I'd like to say ‘yes' to keep you happy, but I'm not – so let's just leave it at that, eh?
With that, Paul walks off, leaving Jim standing looking thoughtful.
The shop is closed for the day. Mike is sweeping the floor and Zoe has her feet up on a table! Daphne smiles:
DAPHNE: Come on you two: you don't have to stick around here.
MIKE: I don't mind – I *like* it here.
ZOE: And *I* can't make it to the door – I'm exhausted!
Mike tells Zoe that the first week's always the worst! Daphne tells Mike that he can give the sweeping a rest and finish it in the morning. As Mike puts down the broom, he wishes Daphne luck for tomorrow.
DAPHNE: Do you think we *need* it?!
MIKE: I don't know!
DAPHNE: Well thanks anyway. Good luck to you too.
MIKE: What do you mean?
DAPHNE: With whatever's wrong.
MIKE: It's just a family thing.
DAPHNE: Doesn't make it any easier, does it?
MIKE: I'll get over it.
With that, the three of them head out, turning off the lights as they do so. A few seconds later, however, the door opens again and Mike heads back inside, closing the door behind him. He sits down at a table, in the darkness...
Des and Daphne are sitting on the couch, kissing passionately. Eileen is busy tidying up, and she gives them a look! Clive and Paul are sitting at the dining table and Paul looks at his watch and sighs:
PAUL: Come on, Des!
Clive tells Paul that he's sorry the two of them got off on the wrong foot. Looking disinterested, Paul shrugs:
PAUL: That's the way it goes. Can't *all* be friends, can we?
CLIVE: Maybe not, but we can do something about it.
PAUL: Meaning what?
CLIVE: Meaning let's call a truce – in honour of the happy couple.
Clive holds out his hand and Paul shakes it. Zoe emerges from her bedroom as Des and Daphne stand up and Daphne smiles at Des that she guesses he'll see him tomorrow. Des gives her one final kiss – and he gives Eileen a kiss as well – and then follows Clive and Paul out.
Des, Jim and Paul are sitting in the lounge room when Clive comes in with some champagne and glasses. He beams at Des:
CLIVE: What are you drinking?
CLIVE (incredulously): *Tea*? Tip it down the sink! Tonight we have to *celebrate*!
Clive pours the drinks and Des proposes:
DES: Here's to me, eh?!
JIM: Here's to you!
Des takes a sip and turns up his nose in distaste!
Eileen is tidying things away behind the kitchen counter. Daphne asks her if she wants a lift home; Eileen, however, replies that Daphne needs her sleep – and Ramsay Street is quite safe. She then adds:
EILEEN: I've had a long talk with Zoe and I think you are a wonderful, wonderful girl!
She throws her arms around Daphne and hugs her tightly! Daphne looks over at Zoe in astonishment as Eileen goes on:
EILEEN: And I think you are going to make my Desmond very, very happy!
DAPHNE: (looking stunned!) Well thanks, Eileen!
Eileen lets go and adds:
EILEEN: I know you don't want to talk about it, so I'll just say goodnight!
With that, Eileen heads out, leaving Daphne to ask Zoe in astonishment what she's been saying! The two of them go and sit on the couch and Daphne then says more seriously:
DAPHNE: Zoe... Do you think I'll make my Desmond very, very happy?
ZOE: Oh, I'm sure you will!
DAPHNE: And what if I don't?
ZOE: Then you've got an awful lot of explaining to do!
Clive is telling Des, Jim and Paul about one of his exploits in his chicken suit which ended with the bride getting cold feet and not turning up, leaving the poor guy at the altar.
CLIVE: You think *I* felt like a turkey. How must *he* have felt?!
There's silence. Des stands up and mutters that he's going to get some fresh air. Clive offers to come with him. Des, however, snaps:
DES: No, you just stay right there.
When Des has gone, Clive asks in astonishment what he did. Jim explains:
JIM: Des has been, er, stood up a couple of times before.
PAUL (angrily): A *couple* of times? *Four* times – and he doesn't need *you* [he stabs a finger at Clive] to rub it in.
Clive sits there, looking surprised.
Daphne and Zoe are sitting on the couch, now dressed in their nightclothes. Daphne says sincerely:
DAPHNE: I love him. I really do love him.
ZOE (gently): I know that. And he loves you too. What more could anyone want?
The front door opens and Des heads inside to find Jim sitting watching TV. Des comments to Jim weakly that he didn't wait up for him, did he?
JIM: I just wanted to make sure you weren't feeling too nervous.
JIM: So are you?
DES: You've got no idea. That Clive... I almost *clobbered* him.
JIM: He wasn't to know.
Des sighs as he sits down on the couch opposite Jim and says:
DES: Yeah, but it made me think – and you know how dangerous *that* is! Maybe Daphne and I are rushing into this? I mean, I love her – and she seems to love *me*, but—
JIM: There's no doubt about *that*.
DES: Yeah, but all this talk about bad luck... and seeing how bitter Paul is... Maybe it's better if we waited?
JIM: *Paul* would've been better off if he'd waited. Anne – my wife – and I, *we* waited; I feel it was the biggest mistake we ever *made*.
DES: Can't win, can you?
JIM: No... So why don't you grab the ‘phone and give her a call?
DES: You reckon?
JIM: I reckon it'll help.
Des stands up and goes to the ‘phone. As he does so, Jim adds:
JIM: Just for the record, Des, *I* think you're doing the right thing.
The ‘phone rings. The house is in darkness but Daphne gets up to answer the call.
DES: Hi. Did I get you out of bed?
DAPHNE: Doesn't matter. [Pause] Des, what's wrong?
DES: Look, I just wanted to tell you that I love you.
DAPHNE (smiles): Do you?
DES: Yes. Can I come over?
DAPHNE: No, Des! I'd love you to, but it's after twelve. You know what you said: ‘if we're going to get married, we've got to do it properly. Mustn't leave anything to chance'.
DES: Look, I'd better let you get back to bed. Goodnight.
As Des goes to hang up, Daphne says quickly:
DAPHNE: I love you too.
At No. 26, Des smiles happily.