The guests at the wedding reception giving three cheers to John and Mrs. Worthington.
Harold is riding on his exercise bike as Madge prepares dinner in the kitchen. He's telling her warily that hypnotism is the devil's tool; he doesn't like the idea of Beverly messing around with his brain - you never know what you might find there. Madge muses:
MADGE: I wouldn't worry, Harold - she'll probably find nothing at all!
HAROLD (exclaims): Madge!
Madge tells him that Beverly's coming over to help him with his snoring, not to unlock the secrets of his psyche. Harold stops cycling and, looking thoughtful, asks Madge if she remembers Marjorie Bennett - he took her out a few times when they were going to school; she was a little on the heavy- boned side. Madge nods that she remembers. Harold goes on that he took her to see a hypnotist at a carnival and she was one of the ones who volunteered to go up on stage - and they had her thinking she was a chicken! Madge tells him that he can *trust* Beverly: she's a good friend and she did wonders for Gail. Harold sighs:
HAROLD: I know, I know... but is this the *only* solution?
Madge grins that there are *others*... but she's sure that hypnotism is relatively painless - as long as he doesn't get chicken! There's suddenly a knock on the front door and Madge opens it to Beverly. Madge smiles at her that Harold is all ready to go - he can't wait! Beverly, however, says:
BEVERLY: *Harold*? Madge, I don't think you quite understand: Harold's snoring is a *physical* problem, not a *mental* one. The idea is to hypnotise *you* so you start getting some sleep.
MADGE (exclaims): *Me*...?
Harold bursts out laughing and starts making clucking noises! Madge clips him round the head!
John and Mrs. Worthington are sitting on the couch in the lounge room as Jane sorts through the wedding presents and tells her nan that they've got three toasters! Mrs. Worthington smiles that they've done very well. John tells her:
JOHN: I know *I've* done well!
Jane then comments that the girls are expecting her at about 7:30, so she'd better go and pack a bag. John tells her that it was most kind of her and Joe to let them have the place to themselves on their wedding night. Mrs. Worthington, however, says to Jane:
MRS. WORTHINGTON: It was kind of *you*, dear. [Grimly] As for *Joe*, it's the absolute *least* he can do after that awful speech, hanging out the dirty Mangel linen in front of the whole world. It's a good thing that I'm a Worthington now - nothing could happen to put me in a bad mood today.
At that moment, the doorbell rings and Joe answers it. He finds Des on the step and invites him in. Mrs. Worthington says to John:
MRS. WORTHINGTON: Oh, it's nothing important - only Mr. Clarke.
DES (walking in, muses): Thanks...!
He then hands Joe some keys and tells him that they're in case he has to let himself in: Mike's going to see a band at the club and *he's* got a bank function on. Joe asks him if he'll be very long, as he thought they might knock the top off a couple of coldies and watch the golf. Des says hesitantly:
DES: Golf...? Um, yeah, that sounds... that sounds real good, mate! I'll let you know!
With that, he heads out. Jane comes in and tells John and Mrs. Worthington that she and Joe won't disturb them any longer; they'll see them in the morning. She and Joe head out, leaving John to comment to Mrs. Worthington that it's been quite a day. Mrs. Worthington smiles:
MRS. WORTHINGTON: It certainly has. Now we can relax - alone at last.
With that, she picks up one of the cards given by the wedding guests and looks at it. John sits there in silence. After a few moments, he says:
JOHN: We've got quite a big day tomorrow, too. Perhaps we should get an early night?
MRS. WORTHINGTON (nods): Perhaps.
JOHN: I *could* carry you across the threshold of the bedroom, I suppose!
MRS. WORTHINGTON (awkwardly): I... suppose you *could*. Yes.
There's more silence. Mrs. Worthington smiles eventually, takes John's hand and leads him to the bedroom as she says:
MRS. WORTHINGTON: Oh, this is silly. Come on. You don't need to carry me - I'm quite fit to walk. In fact, I'm quite fit for *anything*!
JOHN: Ooo... let's walk a little faster, then!
Katie and Todd are sitting on the floor, Todd playing a hand- held computer game. Katie asks Gail and Paul - who are sitting on the couch - to tell them more about Mrs. Mangel's wedding. Paul, however, shrugs that there's not much more *to* tell. Gail asks Katie if she's going to see Mrs. Mangel off when she goes to England tomorrow. Katie says she will and adds that she'll miss her a bit. Paul asks why, and Katie says:
KATIE: Well, I know she's supposed to be an old grouch and everything, but she's really nice to Bouncer - *he* loves her.
GAIL (grins): So does her new husband, I gather!
TODD (mutters): He must be mental, I reckon!
PAUL: Oh, Mrs. Mangel's all right - she just hasn't got much to be thankful for, that's all. You see, old people can get bitter if they've had a hard life.
GAIL: Yeah, they can - but in her case, I think marrying Mr. Worthington will make a huge difference - and the overseas trip...: who knows, she might even *enjoy* herself for once!
There's suddenly a knock on the front door and Katie runs to open it. The visitor is Jim, and Katie gives him a huge hug! He then steps inside and Gail asks him if he enjoyed the wedding. Jim nods that he and Beverly managed to sort out all their differences - so Todd and Katie will be pleased to know that they can come home! Katie immediately runs upstairs to start packing her stuff. Todd remains where he is, and Jim asks him if he's got some things to pack too. Todd shrugs:
TODD: I suppose so. But do I really *have* to, Uncle Jim? I'd really rather stay *here*, if that's OK.
Jim looks at Paul and Gail in surprise.
Madge is half- sitting, half- lying on the couch, with her eyes closed. Beverly is sitting next to her, saying softly:
BEVERLYL: I'm going to count to three - and when I say the number three, you're going to wake up relaxed and feeling fine. One... you're starting to stir slightly now... feeling fine. Two... you can feel the natural muscle tone returning to your body. Three... eyes open, wide awake and take a deep breath.
Madge does as she's told and Beverly asks her how she feels. Madge replies that she's fine - but she then asks Beverly if she's sure it's going to work. Beverly says:
BEVERLY: I'm *fairly* sure. Why?
MADGE: Well, I mean, my eyes were closed all the time, but I was wide awake - I heard everything you said.
Beverly tells her that, hopefully, she won't be disturbed by Harold's snoring anymore; instead, she should find it soothing and be able to sleep more deeply. She adds that Madge might find some self- hypnosis techniques useful, too; she could show her how to use them, if she likes. Madge, however, grins:
MADGE: Could you show me how to make Harold act like a chicken?!
Jim is standing asking Todd why he doesn't want to come home. Todd stands up and says:
TODD: Look, no offence, Uncle Jim, but *mum and dad* were always promising us that things would get better, too.
JIM: Yeah, well, Beverly and I are different. Anyway, what makes you think things are going to be better *here*? Married couples are *always* fighting.
TODD: Look, Paul and Gail just seem to *understand* about me more.
JIM: Like what?
TODD: They just seem to understand about kids more - that's all; like playing the video games and stuff.
JIM (coolly): You haven't been going back to that parlour again, have you?
Paul interjects to explain how he took Todd down there, thinking that if Todd could *beat* the machine, he'd probably get the whole thing out of his system. Todd beams at Jim that it was unreal: he was playing real hot! Jim snaps:
JIM: I don't care, Todd - you were strictly forbidden to go anywhere near that parlour again. [To Paul and Gail] And *you* both knew that.
Paul explains that he went *with* Todd. Gail adds that they were going to speak to him and Beverly, but they had their hands full. Jim retorts that that doesn't make any difference: no wonder Todd doesn't want to come home - they've been letting him get away with murder. He then grabs the handheld game Todd was playing and goes on angrily:
JIM: As for getting rid of this obsession with video games, what do you call *this*? A pork chop? The boy's eyes lit up like flashbulbs when he was talking about that parlour. You haven't cured him, you just *encouraged* him. Go and pack your things, Todd - NOW.
Todd runs off upstairs. Jim looks at Paul and Gail in annoyance.
The next morning, Joe is sitting at the table, enjoying a big cooked breakfast, when Des emerges from his room and groans:
Mike, who's sitting at the kitchen counter, hands him a cup of tea and remarks that it's actually nearly lunchtime! Des mumbles that he stayed up until 3:30 this morning, talking and drinking with Joe, and then he finally got to bed and Jamie turned on his dawn performance. Joe tells him that a good feed will fix him up! Des, however, sits down at the table with him, looking sick at the idea! He instead suggests to Joe that he go over the road, as his mum will be expecting him. Joe nods that he'll come back later and clean up! With that, he grabs his bag and heads out. Des turns to Mike and says quietly:
DES: Put the chain on the door, will you?!
As Joe heads out, Jessie comes in, carrying a pile of books. She tells Mike that she hopes it's not a hassle, but her mum's coming to pick her up at about 2:30, and she asks if they'll have quadratic equations sussed out by then. Mike nods that they should do; they'll get stuck into it - although he's got to take a break shortly 'cos all the neighbours are getting together next door to see off the old duck from over the road, as she's going to England.
Jane is sitting on the couch, with Bouncer at her feet, when Mrs. Worthington walks in with her handbag. Jane asks her if she's sure she hasn't forgotten anything. Mrs. Worthington replies:
MRS. WORTHINGTON: Sure as one ever *can* be, I suppose. I only wish I could've packed you as well.
John emerges from the bedroom area, lugging a suitcase. Joe follows him, holding another case, saying to John that he hopes he hasn't left his PJs under his mum's pillow! John smiles:
JOHN: I never unpacked them, as a matter of fact, Joe!
Mrs. Worthington turns away in slight embarrassment! John and Joe go to take the cases outside, but Mrs. Worthington asks Joe to leave his for a minute, as she wants to talk to him and Jane before they go over to the Robinsons'. Joe heads into the lounge room and sits down next to Jane on the couch. Mrs. Worthington stands in front of them both and says:
MRS. WORTHINGTON: Now, I'm not sure when I'll be back, yet - but this household is to maintain its high standard at all costs.
JOE (nods): Yes, mum.
MRS. WORTHINGTON: You can make whatever arrangements you like with Henry Ramsay about the garden, but the grass is to be kept short and the roses sprayed and mulched - oh, and the gnomes might need a little wash from time to time; and be gentle with Cedric - the poor little thing... well, he hasn't been quite the same since that dreadful scavenger hunt!
JOE (counting off on his fingers): Right - the house, the roses, the grass, gnomes, Cedric... Anything else?!
MRS. WORTHINGTON: Yes: I want you to promise to look after each other. After all, Jane, you're virtually still a baby, and... and Joe, you desperately need someone to keep you out of mischief. Do I have your word?
JANE: You have *mine*, nan.
JOE: Yeah, I promise, mum.
MRS. WORTHINGTON: Good - and I want an assurance from you both that you'll take great care of Bouncer.
JANE (smiles): Don't worry, we'll look after Bouncer.
JOE: Yeah, me and him are going to be great mates - aren't we, mutt!
Bouncer barks at him!
Sometime later, the neighbours and Reverend Sampson have gathered in the street and give John and Mrs. Worthington a round of applause as they emerge from No. 26. Mrs. Worthington is holding her wedding bouquet, and she says to the female neighbours:
MRS. WORTHINGTON: Ready, ladies?!
She turns to face the car and then throws the bouquet over her shoulder. It's caught by Madge! When Mrs. Worthington turns round, she frowns:
MRS. WORTHINGTON: *You* can't have that - you're already *married*. Why don't you keep your hands to yourself?
MADGE: It was an *accident*.
MRS. WORTHINGTON: I don't care. Give it back to me this instant.
Madge hands Mrs. Worthington the bouquet, muttering as she does so:
MADGE: There. Bon voyage, you silly old biddy.
She goes to walk away - but Mrs. Worthington taps her on the shoulder and smiles:
MRS. WORTHINGTON: By the way - I'm going to *miss* our little arguments. Aren't you?
MADGE (mutters): Oh, for heaven's sake...
She then gives Mrs. Worthington a hug! The neighbours let out a ripple of laughter and applause! Mrs. Worthington tries throwing the bouquet again - and this time it's caught by Katie! Mrs. Worthington smiles that *that's* better! John joins her and tells her that it's time to go. Mrs. Worthington steps forward to Reverend Sampson, who wishes her a safe journey. Harold asks her if she's ready. She asks for one moment. She walks over to where Joe is standing looking upset. He turns to her and kisses her. He then pulls her into a hug, saying sadly:
JOE: Don't leave it another twelve years before I see you again.
MRS. WORTHINGTON: I won't. I *won't*. And Joe... be good.
Joe gives his mother another kiss. Jane then steps forward and gives her nan a hug. Tears in her eyes, she sobs:
JANE: Nan... I love you...
MRS. WORTHINGTON: And I love you too, dear.
Mrs. Worthington starts crying. John gives her a comforting pat on the back. Mrs. Worthington then turns to Bouncer and hugs him goodbye before going and climbing into the car. John sits beside her and winds down the window. Mrs. Worthington calls out:
MRS. WORTHINGTON: Goodbye... goodbye...
Joe and Jane watch sadly as the other neighbours throw rice at the car as it heads off down Ramsay Street and the erstwhile Mrs. Mangel leaves Erinsborough.
A short time later, Mike has resumed his tutoring with Jessie, but they're interrupted by Des asking Mike if there are any mashed veggies left, as Jamie's a bit hungry. Mike nods that they're in the bottom of the 'fridge. He turns back to Jessie - but a car horn sounds suddenly outside and Jessie quickly starts gathering up her things and says she'd better get moving. Mike tells her that there's no rush: he can go out and tell her mum that she'll be out in a second. Des suggests she ask her mum in for a coffee, but Jessie replies that it's all right: she's pretty busy and probably won't have time to stay. With that, she heads to the door. Mike goes to open it for her - and he and Jessie find a woman standing on the step. She says to Mike:
MRS. ROSS: Mr. Young, is it?
Mike nods that that's right, and he tells Mrs. Ross that he's pleased to meet her. Mrs. Ross then says to him:
MRS. ROSS: I can't thank you enough for coaching Jessie like this. Her father's not too fussed, but I'm forever at her to try and get her marks up. I'm sure she's bright enough - it's just a little lack of self- discipline, I think.
MIKE: Well, whatever it is, she's certainly improving.
Jessie thanks Mike and she and Mrs. Ross head out. When they've gone, Des remarks to Mike that Mrs. Ross seems pretty nice. Mike nods:
MIKE: Yeah. She never talks about her mum that much.
DES: You don't talk about *your* mum, either.
MIKE: No, I suppose not.
With that, Mike returns to the table and discovers that Jessie has left one of her books. He comments that he'll take it over later, on the bike.
Joe is sitting on the couch, a beer in his hand and the races on the radio! The coffee table has various drinks and plates on it and there's a newspaper on the floor. Jane comes in and groans at Joe that her nan's only been gone a couple of hours and look at the state of the room. Joe, however, is more concerned about the race results. Bouncer goes and bites into a pie on the coffee table. Joe mutters at him:
JOE: Oh, I was *eating* that, you mongrel!
Jane tells Joe to clean the mess up. Joe retorts that he *will*. Bouncer leaps up onto the couch. Joe orders him to get off, but Bouncer just barks at him. Joe sighs:
JOE: I've laid *bricks* with more credit than this dog! Bouncer, you're a dodo! [To Jane] I reckon we should just give him away.
Jane tells Joe that the house is as much Bouncer's as it is his. Joe demands:
JOE: What am I supposed to do? He won't have a *bar* of me. What am I supposed to do?
JANE: I don't know; sort it out between the two of you - and get this mess cleaned up! When it comes to house- guests, I'd rather have Bouncer *any* day!
She leaves the room. Joe finally gets to listen to the racing results - only for a look of disappointment to cross his face when he hears them!
Outside the Ross house
Mike pulls up on his motorbike outside the Ross house. He climbs off, removes his helmet and heads up the path. Jessie's voice can be heard from inside, crying:
JESSIE: I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, OK? ... OK... Just keep *away* from me, will you?
As Mike reaches the front door, he hears a whack, as of someone being hit, and Jessie crying:
JESSIE: Ow... Just *stop*, will you? Leave me alone.
She then comes running towards the door and throws her arms round Mike when she finds him standing there. As Mike hugs her gently, he asks what the hell is going on. Jessie cries:
JESSIE: I'm in trouble for leaving my textbook at your house and not being able to do my homework.
MIKE: Look, it's OK. You're safe now. Your father won't be hitting you anymore.
He goes to head inside, but Jessie cries:
JESSIE: Mike, you don't understand...
At that moment, Mrs. Ross appears, snapping:
MRS. ROSS: Jessie, you get yourself back in here this minute.
She stops in her tracks as she finds Mike standing there. He stares at her in shock.