Des walking into No. 22 to tell Daphne how he feels about her, only to find her in an embrace with Shane.
Daphne pulls away from Shane and stands up and glares at Des. He just stands there and growls at Shane:
DES: You don't waste any time, do you, mate?
Daphne demands of Des:
DAPHNE: Did you come here to see me or Shane? If you've got something to say, say it to me for a change.
Des, however, retorts pointedly:
DES: I don't think this is the time and I don't think it's really *relevant*.
He turns to leave, but Daphne snaps:
DAPHNE: That's right: make up your own mind. Don't bother discussing anything with the person it might actually concern.
Shane suggests that he'd better go. Daphne, however, tells him to stay where he is. She adds:
DAPHNE: Des hasn't got any claims on my time and besides, I want you to hear what I've got to say.
Both men stand and listen as Daphne tells Des:
DAPHNE: I thought you'd have realised by now that when I say something, I mean it. There's no point in pursuing things, Des.
DES (looking wounded): But I *love* you...
DAPHNE: And *I loved you*, but you decided that didn't mean anything.
DES (insists): That's not true.
DAPHNE: Then why didn't you phone me after the church fiasco? No, you call your *mother* first.
DES: I *tried* to call you--
DAPHNE: There's no relationship without trust. It's got to be mutual.
DES (glaring at Shane): Yeah, well, *that's* for sure.
DAPHNE (coolly): This hasn't got anything to do with Shane.
DES: You really loved me, you would've given me a second chance but I was right: you're just like all the rest: I try to explain but you just don't understand.
DAPHNE (retorts): Oh yes I do: you've never grown up, that's *your* problem. It's over, Des; there's no other way to say it.
Des stands there looking heartbroken.
Max and Danny are sitting at the kitchen table and Max asks Madge, who's preparing food in the kitchen, how much longer tea's going to be. Madge reminds him that she's preparing something special for him. She puts a plate down in front of him, but Max stares at the food on it and exclaims:
MAX: What's *this* muck?!
Madge explains that it's steamed fish with sesame sauce, pureed spinach and carrots julienne. Max splutters that it's really come to something when a bloke can't even sit down to a good feed of steak and chips! Madge sighs at him that he may decide that he *likes* it. Max goes to pour tomato sauce all over the food, but Madge grabs the bottle and tells him:
MADGE: Oh no, no more commercial products for *you*: too much salt and sugar.
Danny tells Max to eat up, adding that preventative medicine is better than a bypass operation. Max, however, just snaps:
MAX: That con-artist next door's behind all this, eh?
MADGE (sighs): He has no reason to lie, Max.
MAX: Yeah, got kicked out of Med School, I reckon yeah... for being a quack. A chook quack!
Danny suggests to Max that he think of it like a stockmarket: investing in his future. Max, though, tells Danny that *he* can eat it. With that, he heads for the front door, saying he's going to get some decent tucker: a hamburger with the lot!
Des is sitting on the couch, staring at a bunch of flowers that he bought for Daphne, when Zoe comes in. She sees the glum expression on his face but, giving Des a smile, beams:
ZOE: Ah, beautiful, my favourites. How did you know?
She takes the flowers from Des, saying she'll put them in water, but he grabs them back and snaps that they're not for *her*. He then throws them down angrily onto the floor and yells:
DES: What's the use?
Zoe tells him to take a deep breath. Des, though, retorts that he's sick of being used. He tells Zoe:
DES: You and your rotten advice. I wouldn't be *in* this mess, only cos of you.
ZOE (realises): You've been to see Daphne.
DES (bitterly): Yeah. Too right. *Shane* was there.
ZOE: Well that's not *my* fault, is it? There'll be another time. You give in too easily.
DES (angrily): Oh look, don't you start, for--
ZOE: I'm only trying to help.
DES: Yeah, OK, but *don't*, all right?
ZOE: Do you want to tell me what happened?
DES (snaps): Isn't it obvious? She doesn't want me back not now, not ever.
Max is lying back on the couch, reading in the medical book about the function of the heart. He checks his pulse and a relieved smile crosses his face. He then stands up, but appears slightly unsteady on his feet. He picks up a small mirror that's lying nearby and checks his eyes. He then declares to himself:
He lies back down on the couch, puts his left hand on his forehead and starts taking deep breaths. Danny and Madge join him and Madge offers him breakfast. Max declines, though, saying he's not very hungry. Madge mutters that it's all that junk food he ate last night. Max, however, murmurs that he can't remember: he's too dizzy. Shane emerges from his bedroom and asks his father if he's crook again. Madge suggests to Max that he take the day off work, but he snaps that he can't afford it. Shane says *he* can take over. With that, Max stands up and snaps furiously:
MAX: I'm not dead *yet*.
He then appears faint and sits back down. Madge tells him to bend his head down to his knees. Max, however, says curtly:
MAX: Stop acting as if I've got one foot in the grave, or I *will* blow a gasket.
Shane insists that he needs a job, and so Max sighs at him that maybe he *can* give him a hand but *he's* got to keep moving because the body degenerates. Madge tells her brother that she'll pack him a special lunch. Danny adds that he thinks they should call Clive again. Max, however, roars:
MAX: What, *that* mongrel? You trying to *kill* me?!
He then clasps his hand to his chest and takes some more deep breaths. Shane, Danny and Madge stare at him in concern. He tells them coolly:
MAX: All I need is peace and quiet, right?
Paul is about to climb into his car in the driveway of No. 26 when Rosemary drives up, parks in the street and gets out. Paul walks over to her and Rosemary tells him that she's glad she caught him. She asks:
ROSEMARY: Have you decided on a secretary yet?
PAUL: No, not yet. I've got some more interviews at nine. I just thought I'd get into the office and go over the applications before they start beating at the door.
ROSEMARY: Hm. Well, actually, you know, there's a person right for the job under our very noses: Zoe Davis.
Paul glances across at No. 28, but doesn't look convinced. Rosemary goes on:
ROSEMARY: Why not? She's attractive, she's intelligent...
PAUL: Intelligence is a matter of definition, I think. I want somebody to *solve* problems, not *create* them.
ROSEMARY: Well *I* think you're selling her a bit short. She's got charm, and that'll work wonders with difficult clients. Seriously, Paul, I'd like you to consider her for the job.
PAUL: Yeah, well, thanks all the same, but I think I'll make my *own* decisions.
ROSEMARY: *I* think she's got all the appropriate qualifications.
PAUL (demands): Are you saying this is fait accompli, because if it is, I think you should reconsid--
ROSEMARY: Paul, take a tip from an old hand: I've done all this before, remember?
PAUL: And *I'm* the one who has to *work* with her, remember?
ROSEMARY: That's why you should pick the best person for the job, not the one you *like* the best.
PAUL: I intend to.
PAUL: Now look, wait a minute I know what you're going to say: that I take directions from the top and there's no argument; but unless you let me use my own initiative, then I think you've picked the wrong man for the job.
ROSEMARY: OK, OK, calm down. The man that I want to run my operation here must be *able* to make his own decisions. Now I know he can. I'll leave it up to you!
Des is ironing a shirt when Zoe emerges from her bedroom, wearing office attire, and smiles at Des:
ZOE: Well, what do you think? Would you hire me?
DES (muses): I'd be practicing my shorthand and typing, if I was you!
Zoe retorts that her speed's OK and the interview's just a formality. Des, however, tells her that she and Paul might have a special *business* relationship, but *this* is a whole big deal. Zoe points out that Jim and Rosemary are on her side. She turns to head out. Des, looking surprised, asks what the hurry is: she's got hours yet. Zoe tells him:
ZOE: I've got to start shopping for my new executive wardrobe. I won't have time when I start!
Before she goes, Des tells Zoe that he's sorry for yelling at her before: he just lost control.
A building site
Max and Shane sit down for lunch. Max opens the box of sandwiches Madge has made him, to find them full of lettuce. He mutters that you can't feed a working man *that*! Shane sits there and sighs heavily. Max asks him if he's all right. Shane murmurs:
SHANE: I guess it won't stay a secret for *too* long. Daphne and I are seeing each other again.
MAX (mutedly): Yeah?! Oh! How about that, eh?
Looking concerned at his father's lack of enthusiasm, Shane asks him if he's feeling off again. Max, however, replies that he just wants to get the job finished. He adds:
MAX: So pull your finger out or I'll have to dock ya!
SHANE: You do that and I'll tell Aunty Madge about the esky.
Max stares at Shane, who tells him:
SHANE: I saw you stash it in the back of the van this morning!
MAX (mutters): Yeah, well, a man's got to have a *few* pleasures left!
SHANE: Well not *those* especially if you want to be around to see your grandchildren.
Max picks up a bit of lettuce and mutters:
MAX: Flamin' rabbit food. If I have to live on this, I'll start growing ears!
Office of the Rosemary Daniels Corporation
Paul is sitting at his desk when there's a knock on the office door. He calls to the person to come in. Zoe enters and, standing in front of the desk, smiles:
ZOE: Mr. Robinson, I presume?
Paul just says officiously:
PAUL: Zoe. Take a seat.
Zoe puts some a file of papers on the desk and says:
ZOE: Thought I'd better make it official: my credentials, sir!
Paul, however, retorts that he's not really interested in paperwork, just results. He then hands Zoe a pad and tells her:
PAUL: Take this down for me.
He starts dictating a letter, which Zoe notes in shorthand. Paul breaks off after a few seconds, looking surprised that Zoe is keeping up. He then continues and Zoe does likewise. When he's finished the dictation, he tells Zoe to type it up for him, and he indicates the typewriter. Looking put out at the way things are going, Zoe asks flatly:
ZOE: How many copies?
PAUL: Just one for the exercise.
With that, Zoe sits down at the typewriter, loads a sheet of paper into it and starts typing. The phone rings suddenly and, after a brief glance at Paul, Zoe answers it and says:
ZOE: Mr. Robinson's office... Yes, I'll just see if he's in. Who may I say is calling?
Zoe listens and then tells Paul that it's Rosemary Daniels. She transfers the call to Paul. When he and Rosemary have finished their conversation, Paul looks across at Zoe, who has ceased typing and is staring at the sheet of paper. He asks pointedly:
PAUL: Need some help?
Zoe, however, takes the sheet of paper out of the typewriter and, handing it to Paul, says:
ZOE: I didn't know your office layout so I made up my own. Hope you like it.
Paul stares at the letter, which is typed perfectly. He admits:
PAUL: Not bad.
ZOE (smiles): Thank you! Well, do I get a filing test or do I start livening-up the place? You could do with some PR consciousness around here!
Paul, however, tells her tersely:
PAUL: No thanks. I've got another applicant coming. I'll give you a ring when I've made a decision.
With that, he hands Zoe back her file of credentials. Zoe takes it, looking disappointed.
Rosemary is sitting with Danny at a table, asking him about Max's health. When Danny tells her how stubborn he's being, Rosemary insists that it's just a stage; he'll go and see a doctor eventually. Danny sighs:
DANNY: You know what? I never realised... now that... I never realised how much he really *means* to me. It's like he's my *real* father.
ROSEMARY (sincerely): He *is* your father, Danny in the important sense, anyway: he cares for you... he brought you up...
DANNY: Are you glad you met your mum?
ROSEMARY: Yes, but I'm also glad it's over. You know, I went through torture imagining what *might* happen.
DANNY: Going to see her again?
ROSEMARY: Maybe. It's strange: meeting her wasn't at all like I thought it would be.
DANNY: How *was* it?
ROSEMARY: Well... if I hadn't met my real mother, then I might never have appreciated just how very special Mrs. Daniels is.
DANNY: I'd like to know who *my* real father was. I've been thinking about getting in contact with mum.
ROSEMARY: Yes. It's important to complete things, Danny, but it's also quite a risk: I mean, you can get hurt.
The door to the shop opens suddenly and Des comes in. He tells Danny that he ought to get back to the bank. Daphne, who's standing behind the counter, calls to Des to ask him if he's got a minute. He tells her, however, that he can't stay. Rosemary and Danny head out and Daphne says to Des quickly that she thinks they should talk: she won't keep him long. Des gives in and the two of them head to the kitchen, where Daphne says:
DAPHNE: Des, I want you to know that I'm very upset about the way things have turned out. I never wanted to hurt you.
DES (shrugs): The feeling's mutual. What's done is done, eh?
DAPHNE: You hate me...
DES (mouths): No.
DES: He's a mate.
Des then sighs:
DES: I guess I expect too much, that's my problem.
With that, he turns to walk out. Daphne cries quickly:
DAPHNE: I never *wanted* this, Des. It's *killing* me.
Des just murmurs:
DES: It's none of my business, is it?
He heads off, leaving Daphne looking upset.
Madge is sitting in an armchair, reading, when Shane and Max come in. She remarks that they're home early. Max tells her that it's amazing what you can do with a little help from your family! He goes to the fridge to get some beers, but stares in horror at the cans of diet ale he finds in there and demands of Madge:
MAX: Where's me beer?
MADGE (retorts): That's *it* for you from now on!
Shane tells Madge that he and Daphne have started seeing each other again. Madge smiles that she seems a nice enough girl and you've got to take happiness while it's there. Shane laughs that that's exactly what *Clive* was telling him when he was trying to sell him one of his schemes! Max, sitting down, mutters:
MAX: *That* moron? Getting too big for his boots, that one: thinks he's a real bigshot. Paul Robinson will run *rings* around him, you mark my words.
MADGE (muses): Yes, he certainly seems to be very confident these days.
SHANE (coolly): Yeah. He's not the same guy *I* used to know, *that's* for sure...
Office of the Rosemary Daniels Corporation
Paul is sitting working at his desk when the door to the office opens and Rosemary comes in. She hands him some papers and tells him that they need to be lodged today. Paul takes the papers and starts looking through them as Rosemary suggests:
ROSEMARY: Why don't you get your secretary to do it? Who *is* the lucky person, by the way?
PAUL: I haven't decided yet.
ROSEMARY: But I thought you finished interviewing this morning?
PAUL: I want to make sure I get the right girl.
ROSEMARY: That shouldn't be *that* difficult I mean, if you make a mistake, replace her.
PAUL (tersely): Rosemary, I'm not in the habit of making mistakes. Now surely it would be more efficient to spend a couple of extra hours now, than to waste an entire morning going through interviews again not to mention the waste of time training another person.
Rosemary then asks how Zoe went, adding quickly that she's not pressuring! Paul retorts:
PAUL: What you call pressure, I call a shove. Push me too hard and I'm just going to dig my heels in.
ROSEMARY (muses): Ever notice how stubborn people cut off their noses to spite their faces?
PAUL (realising what Rosemary is implying, smiles): Zoe went OK!
ROSEMARY: Good. I'll leave you now. I might be pushy, but I can take a hint!
Shane is helping Daphne wash up some dishes. He comments that she looks whacked. Daphne tells him that it's been one of those days, and she explains about Des coming in earlier. She goes on:
DAPHNE: I tried to explain to him that I was upset about things that were said last night.
DAPHNE: I love him like I love a lot of *other* people but as far as being the special person in my life, it's not Des.
SHANE: You sure?
Shane gives Daphne a kiss. He then says:
SHANE: I've learned a lot about myself in the past few weeks, Daphne not the least being how much you mean to me.
DAPHNE: I did wonder, when Beth Travers came onto the scene!
SHANE: Talk about the mistakes *you've* made! No, it was all my fault; it won't happen again. I know what I want out of life relationships in particular.
Shane then puts down the tea-towel he's holding and turns Daphne to face him. Staring into her eyes, he tells her:
SHANE: I'm not interested in anybody else, Daphne. My days of playing the field or whatever are over. I don't even look at pretty girls walking down the street anymore!
Daphne smiles at him. The two of them then start kissing. After a few seconds, Daphne pulls away and laughs:
DAPHNE: I've got a *shop* to run here!
SHANE: I know, I know but business isn't the *only pleasure in life!
With that, the two of them start kissing again and Shane uses one hand to pull across the cover over the hatch through to the main shop!
Office of the Rosemary Daniels Corporation
Zoe is standing outside the office door. She knocks and then walks in. Paul, looking surprised, says:
PAUL: What do you want?
ZOE: I want a job.
ZOE: Look, Paul, I know you think I'm just a scatterbrain with a pretty face, but I can *do* this job; I *know* I can.
PAUL: I said I'll give you a call when I've made a decision, and I *will*.
ZOE: Yeah, but Rosemary said you haven't found anyone--
PAUL (curtly): That was your *first* mistake: going over my head.
The door to the office opens suddenly and a woman comes in. Paul says to her:
PAUL: Sue, this is Zoe Davis. Zoe, this is my new secretary, Sue Wright.
Zoe stares at Sue and mutters Hi'. As Zoe stares at him, Paul adds:
PAUL: Zoe won't keep us long she was just going, weren't you, Zoe? Sue, could you type this up for me? I'm going to need this pretty quickly.