- Debbie is fed up of Julie keeping a close eye on her over the bulimia.
- Annalise shows Sam a poem that she and Elliott have been working on. It was a poem for Mark.
- Brett tells Debbie to stop refusing to admit she has bulimia.
Mark is trying to make things up to Annalise by bringing her a cup of tea and massaging her shoulders. She isn't very impressed but eventually relents.
Dave is reading the paper and smiling at their antics.
Julie tells Phil that she blames herself for Debbie's bulimia. He tries to reassure her, but neither of them are sure how it started. Phil wonders if Debbie could have some counselling from the Anorexia and Bulimia Nervosa Association.
JULIE: I just hate getting strangers involved in our family problems.
PHIL: If we don't do something, we're risking Debbie's life.
A heavily- pregnant Gaby comes in for a decaf coffee. She tells Mark that she's crazing spicy food. She moans to Mark about pregnancy and how everything hurts. He finds it genuinely fascinating.
Annalise is trying to study. She and Dave talk about massages and how nice they are. He is a great proponent of aromatherapy, and agrees to help Annalise mix a scent up for Mark.
Phil and Julie are running through the options for Debbie. A public hospital would take too long - up to six weeks for an assessment - but a private clinic she's seen could help. They also help to counsel the family as well as the patient. Julie has already tentatively booked Debbie in, but it is very expensive. Phil thinks the problem will not be money, but getting Debbie to go.
Brett tells Helen that it's a relief to be staying home from the ball, rather than going with Danni or Paco. Helen gently says that he could go with Debbie, as she's going with Phil(!) Helen thinks it would boost Debbie's morale a lot.
HELEN: We can't force her to get help. She has to want it. So I thought if you paid her some attention, it might encourage her to believe in herself again.
BRETT: OK, but if I die of a broken heart...
HELEN: Broken hearts usually heall, in time.
BRETT: Are you talking from experience?
HELEN: Of broken hearts, yet. I don't know know about bulimia.
Helen looks very worried.
Mark pops home at lunch time and invites Annalise on a picnic. She shows him the scent she's made for him. Mark sniffs it and tells her he really likes it.
Hannah is eating a sandwich for lunch and asks why Debbie is at home. Apparently she left school early.
HANNAH: Won't you get in trouble?
DEBBIE: I don't care.
HANNAH:(confused) How are you going to pass?
DEBBIE: Doesn't matter.
DEBBIE: What would you know?!
HANNAH: You're the one always yelling at me to get out because you're studying.
HANNAH: You're so weird, what's wrong with you?
DEBBIE: Nothing's wrong with me.
Hannah tries to change the channel on the television and Debbie snatches the remote control.
HANNAH: Have you got cancer or something?
DEBBIE: Yeah, cancer of the personality(!)
HANNAH: What's that?
DEBBIE: Oh, it means I'm stupid, OK? I'm useless, I'm ugly and I'm fat, and people I think are my friends go running around behind my back telling lies about me!
Helen is talking to Mark about her art class syllabus. She'd like to do life drawing. Mark tells her to just look over the back fence, as Dave meditates in the nude every morning(!)
Dave comes out of the kitchen and confirms this(!) Helen asks if he'd be interested in modelling for her - she's love to sketch his face. He agrees.
Gaby comes in and tells Mark she's desperate for a massage, but Dave seems busy. Mark reluctantly offers to fill in.
PHIL: Button, I'd rather not discuss this.
HANNAH: Why not?
PHIL: Because it's not your concern.
HANNAH: But it *is*, I live here too!
PHIL: We don't need to worry, that's all.
HANNAH: I *am* worried. I can't help it if no- one explains things to me.
PHIL: Well, I guess you have a point.
HANNAH: Is she going to die?
PHIL: Oh, Hannah, no!
HANNAH: Are you telling me the truth?
PHIL: Of course I am! Debbie's not well, but she's going to get better. We're going to make sure of that.
HANNAH: What's it called this, whatever's wrong with her?
PHIL: Bulimia. She doesn't want to get fat.
HANNAH: But she's so skinny!
PHIL: Well, she doesn't think so. She's confused.
HANNAH: Can't she get un- confused?
PHIL: Yes, if we're kind to her and we don't judge her.
HANNAH: She doesn't want me to be kind.
PHIL: She does, Button.
HANNAH: Debbie's pretty strange, but she's my sister. And you should have told me what was going on.
PHIL: Yes, we should have. I'm sorry, Button.
He goes to hug her, but she pushes him off.
HANNAH: Don't call me that, I told you I don't like that silly name. I'm not a baby anymore.
PHIL:(hugging her) Things would be a lot simpler if you were!
Debbie is sitting on a wall listening to music on her Walkman when Brett comes along.
DEBBIE: Hi, Brett, bye, Brett.
BRETT: Come on, don't be like that. I'm on your side.
DEBBIE: Oh, yeah!
BRETT: You know I am!
DEBBIE: Look, you're wasting your time.
BRETT: If I thought that, I wouldn't be here.
He takes her headphones off.
DEBBIE: Oh well, we all make mistakes.
She gets up and starts to walk off.
BRETT: Well, maybe it's you that's making the mistakes.
DEBBIE: No, I'm making my debut with my father.
BRETT: Well, there is an alternative.
DEBBIE: What, burial?
BRETT: No, me.
DEBBIE: Second choice to your sister, gee.
BRETT: At least you wouldn't be dancing in the Pride of Erinsborough with your dad.
DEBBIE:(grudgingly) There is that.
BRETT: We can have a great time! Come on, Deb, it wouldn't be *that* bad.
BRETT: We're going to the ball together?
DEBBIE:(walking off) Looks like it.
BRETT: Well, um...ask me.
DEBBIE: I've already said I'll go with you.
BRETT: Yeah, but you've got to ask me!
DEBBIE:(woodenly) Will you come to the Deb Ball with me?
BRETT:(excited) Yes! At last, thank you, yes!
He runs off, whooping!
Helen is sketching a (mercifully clothed) Dave who is reclined on the sofa.
Pam comes in and looks a bit awkward at first, but Helen says it's find and shows her the sketches she's made. Pam has come to sort out what they need to take down to the farm, but Dave's a bit too busy at the moment. Helen invites her to stay and watch the art session.
Mark has arrived to massage Gaby. He's a bit nervous, but Gaby says she doesn't expect a full body massage, just her feet and calves! And maybe her neck and shoulders. Mark gets out the scent that Annalise had made up for him and rubs it on Gaby's feet.
Debbie is sitting on the sofa, frustrated, when Helen comes in. She sits down with Debbie and asks how her day was. (Lousy, like always). She reluctantly tells Helen that she got a date for the ball.
HELEN: There you are then, all's not doom and gloom.
DEBBIE: Isn't it?
HELEN: Oh, darling. I hate to see you so unhappy.
DEBBIE: Yeah, it's not much fun for me either.
HELEN: Can't any of us help you?
DEBBIE: No, I just want everybody to leave me alone.
HELEN: Oh, that's sad. You used to be such a sociable little girl, you remember? Yes, the first time I met you, you must have been about six. And half a dozen of your little friends were clustered all around you and you were laughing and bossing them about. And do you know what I thought at the time? I thought, there's a young girl who's going to sail through life with all confidence and charm.
DEBBIE: Pity you were wrong.
HELEN: Oh, darling. I know you feel that you've lost your way and I understand how frightening it must be for you. I just, I just wish there was something I could do.
DEBBIE: Me, too.
HELEN: I think I know how we could get that confident, happy girl back again.
Debbie is silent.
DEBBIE: If she'd let someone help her...someone who loves her very much. Someone like me.
Debbie starts to cry and hugs Helen.
DEBBIE: Gran, please help me! I'm so scared!
Debbie is sitting at the table while the rest of the family bustle around. Julie tells Debbie excitedly about the clinic she's found - Debbie is shocked.
DEBBIE:(to Helen) You told her?
HELEN: I'm sorry, darling, I had to, I just feel that you need to talk to someone who's wiser than I am.
PHIL: Please, Deb, let us all help you, huh?
DEBBIE: You're going to try anyway, aren't you?
PHIL: You bet.
He hugs Debbie.
DEBBIE: I don't have to go straightaway do I?
HELEN: The sooner the better, don't you think?
DEBBIE: What about the Deb Ball?
JULIE: Oh, you have to go to the Ball.
HELEN: Yes, of course!
Debbie tells Phil that he's off the hook - she's going with Brett.
Everyone looks very relieved at this turn of events.
Gaby is very relaxed after her massage. Pam asks if she enjoyed being massaged by Mark. Gaby tells her not to be silly - Mark is a taken man. He's left his oil behind though, so she goes to take it back. There's a label on it marked "Essence of Mark"
Phil, Julie, Hannah, Helen and Debbie are having dinner. Hannah asks if she can go to the Ball too. They are a bit dubious but eventually agree. Hannah is delighted.
HELEN: Isn't this lovely? All of us in harmony!
PHIL: There hasn't been nearly enough of that lately.
DEBBIE: I know I've been a big hassle. But thanks for putting up with me.
Annalise answers the door to Gaby. She gives her Mark's oil and casually tells her that Mark gives her the best massages!
When she's gone, Mark comes out of the shower. Annalise is upset that Mark has used the oil she blended specially for him. Mark says he got the bottles mixed up and Gaby was desperate for a massage. He tells her not to be jealous, but she clearly is.