Angie glad that Toadie and Mick had a good time together at the footy.
Cheryl dubious about what entertainment Toadie's going to provide at Chez Chez.
Hannah catching Angie and Mick kissing in Ramsay Street.
Toadie is setting up on- stage. Billy, Karl and Susan are sitting at a table, waiting, and Karl calls across to Toadie that he thought this was supposed to be the musical event of the century! Toadie assures him that it will be! Karl muses:
KARL: Be sure to let me know when I'm supposed to feel entertained, won't you!
Cheryl tells Toadie and Jo tersely that Karl's right: a restless crowd is bad for business. Toadie suggests to Jo that they get on with it. He then removes all the black blankets to reveal a karaoke machine, a giant screen and speakers! Karl groans that karaoke is cheap and tacky. Cheryl asks Jo in irritation why she didn't tell her what she had in mind: she's had karaoke machines in before and nobody's interested. Karl goes to leave, but Billy stops him and Toadie suggests that he'll start singing and see how they go. Music starts playing and Toadie starts wailing! Cheryl grimaces, but Susan sits at the Kennedys' table, grinning and apparently enjoying herself!
Angie is looking at a photo of Big Kev, wistfully. The ‘phone suddenly starts ringing and she answers it quickly, hoping it's Kev. It isn't, though: it's Stonie. She asks him how he is and how Tassie is. She listens and nods that it's beautiful. She then tells him that she's got a few things she's got to sort out right now; how about she calls him back later? She tells him to give her love to Catherine and she hangs up.
Toadie finishes singing and the crowd in the pub gives him a round of applause! Toadie then drags Billy up to the stage – and Billy grabs Susan to join him! Toadie sits down next to Karl to watch. Susan and Billy launch into another tuneless piece of singing!
Outside No. 32/Ramsay Street
Angie is heading out of the house and down into the street when she spots Mick coming towards her. She comments in surprise that she thought he went home. He replies that he started to, but he couldn't get her out of his head. Angie says sadly:
ANGIE: As a matter of fact, I was on my way to see *you*.
ANGIE: I just have to tell you to your face: we've gotta stop seeing each other.
MICK (disappointed): Oh, Ange... I know you really like me; I mean, that was no ordinary kiss.
ANGIE: That doesn't make it right. I'm a married woman. I have three children.
MICK: So what? I mean, two people meet, they... and if everything *feels* right...
ANGIE: But it doesn't feel right to *me*.
MICK: It *will* – you've just got to give it a chance.
Mick then tells Angie that he's got an old miner's cottage that he's going to this weekend; he'd like her to come with him. Angie gasps:
ANGIE: A dirty weekend after everything I've just said?
Mick assures her quickly that she's better than that. He adds that there's no obligation and there'll be no strings attached. Angie, however, says she doesn't know. Mick asks her to think about it.
The next morning, Karl and Susan are having breakfast as Karl tells Susan that he's been toying with some figures and wonders how she'd feel about indulging in a touch of negative gearing, buying an investment property. Susan shrugs that that could be fun. With that, Karl grabs her hand and pulls her out of the house!
A short time later, Karl and Susan are standing outside No. 22, staring at the ‘For Sale' board! Philip wanders over and asks if they're prospective purchasers! Susan smiles that he's just the person they should be talking to. Karl asks him what his opinion is of negative gearing. Philip replies that it's a tax saving – and you have to be confident of your cashflow. Susan asks him if he recommends real estate as an investment. Philip nods that if you're in it for the long- haul, yes. Karl says he'll give Erinsborough Real Estate to suss out No. 22. He heads off back to No. 28 to make the call, leaving Susan to tell Philip:
SUSAN: He's just being nosey, you know!
Angie opens the front door to find Hannah standing on the step. She asks her in surprise what she's doing there so early. The two of them head into the lounge room, where Hannah stands looking awkward, not meeting Angie's eye. Angie says she'll go and get Toadie. She heads off, leaving Hannah to look at the photo of Big Kev. Toadie comes back in with his mum and grins:
TOADIE: Hannah...! Come to congratulate me on last night's effort?
HANNAH (flatly): No.
TOADIE: What – didn't you hear about it?
TOADIE (surprised at Hannah's disinterest): Right. So what's up?
Angie says she'll make herself scarce. When she's gone, Hannah tells Toadie that she just needs to talk, that's all. She then asks who that guy was who Toadie went to the footy with the other day. Toadie explains that he's a mate; someone Stonie hired to get rid of the possums in their roof. He then asks why all the questions? Hannah tries to tell him not to worry about it, but Toadie presses her and she says reluctantly:
HANNAH: I saw him and your mum kissing in the street last night.
TOADIE (uncertainly): You sure?
HANNAH (nods): Yeah...
The front door of No. 22 opens and Karl, Susan and Philip head inside with a real estate agent, who hands Karl the floor plan. He adds that Steve George is the agent handling the property. He heads outside to wait for them. Susan says she wonders what the asking price is. Karl says he doesn't think it's worth as much as *their* place, but Susan teases him:
SUSAN: We only paid too much for *our* place because you got into that stupid bidding war with Colin Taylor!
Karl heads through to look at the kitchen, leaving Susan to ask Philip how the new book's coming along. Philip tells her that the new editor seems to like it. Susan and Karl get the details from him about how she's a young, attractive and female...!
Toadie and Susan are sitting on the kerb, Toadie saying darkly:
TOADIE: So it wasn't like a *friendly* kiss – like they were mates or something?
Hannah shakes her head.
Toadie throws a stone into the road in frustration, snapping as he does so:
TOADIE: What a lowlife.
He shakes his head, sighing angrily:
TOADIE: Poor dad. I mean, he slaves his butt off just so mum can go and get it off with the possum man.
HANNAH: I think you should go to the coffee shop and talk it over with your mum.
TOADIE (snaps): Or maybe I should just go and punch Mick in the head.
HANNAH (cries): Toadie, that isn't going to solve *anything*.
TOADIE: No, but it's gonna make me *feel* better.
Hannah points out that he doesn't know things are really over between his mum and dad. Toadie just retorts that there's one way to find out. He heads off down the road.
Cheryl is playing with the karaoke equipment when Karl comes in and smiles:
KARL: Oh yes – encore!
He then tells her that he's come about No. 22 – he and Susan had a look at it this morning. Cheryl grins:
CHERYL: Oh Karl, I always *suspected* you envied me and my house!
KARL (chuckles): I'm not sure that ‘envy' is the right word! It has a certain fascination. What did the ad say? ‘Impeccably decorated Tuscan- style villa'?
Cheryl's face drops and she asks Karl coolly if there was a purpose to his inspection or was he just being the usual nosey parker? Karl tells her that he's got some cash put aside for a rainy day and he and Susan decided that with a little bit of work, the house could be quite a good investment. He puts down a piece of paper on the bar. Cheryl looks at the price he's offering and says:
CHERYL: Ha! Am I supposed to be laughing now?
Mick is loading up his ute as Toadie and Hannah approach. Mick spots Toadie and smiles:
MICK: Toadie, mate!
TOADIE (snaps): I'm *not* your mate.
MICK (surprised): Sorry?
TOADIE: Possums aren't *all* you trap, *are* they?
MICK: What are you on about?
TOADIE: Oh, don't play dumb with me. I know what's going on between you and my mum. All that footy- blokey stuff: it's all just to get onside with me, isn't it? Make everyone think that you're someone that we can trust. Yeah, well, too bad, mate—
MICK: Just wait a sec—
TOADIE (snarls): You are a lowlife. Go through the kid to get to their mum.
Mick insists that that isn't true – and he really enjoyed going to the footy with Toadie. Toadie retorts angrily:
TOADIE: Yeah, well, *I didn't* – not now I know you're pashing with my mum in the *street*.
MICK: Come on, you make it sound *crass*. I really like your mum. She doesn't deserve to be left on her own so much.
TOADIE: Hey – don't have a go at my dad, either – you don't *know* him.
MICK: No – but I know your mum gets lonely. So do I.
He then tells Toadie that he's asked Angie away this weekend. Toadie gasps in horror that this is *sick*; no wonder the coffee shop's shut: she's probably at home packing her bags already. Mick says:
MICK: So she *is* coming?
TOADIE: No – not if *I've* got anything to do with it. I don't know *what* she sees in you. You are disgusting.
He storms off.
A while later, Toadie is sitting on the couch with Angie as she sobs that she guesses she needed to know that someone else could find her attractive. She tells him that she and his dad need to sort things out; fall in love again. Toadie asks her if she's told Mick yet, but she says she hasn't. Toadie asks her how long she's going to go away for. She replies that she'll be back before Stonie gets back from Tassie. She then assures him:
ANGIE: Everything's going to be all right, pet – I promise.
Cheryl serves a customer as Jo joins her and says Cheryl wanted to see her? Cheryl tells her that she's had to rearrange the staff rosters: Angie's going away and so Debbie's going to run the coffee shop until she gets back – and so she thought it was time Jo could do some hours behind the bar, wiping down the tables, emptying the slops, listening to the regulars whinge about their wives... Jo says uncertainly:
JO: I don't know...
CHERYL (patronisingly): Oh, of course you don't – but you'll learn.
It's evening- time and Angie opens the front door to Mick and thanks him for coming over. Mick smiles:
MICK: Why wouldn't I? We're going away together!
Angie, however, tells him that she's not going away with him; she's sorry. Mick comments in surprise that she closed the shop and packed her things... Angie nods that she's going away – but not with *him*; she's going up to Port Keats to be with her husband. Mick exclaims in astonishment that she could have told him on the ‘phone. Angie, however, tells him that he didn't deserve that; he's a good man and she just wanted to thank him face- to- face. Mick snaps:
MICK: What for? Making a fool of myself?
Billy is panting as he tries to do press- ups on the lounge room floor, and Karl – sitting on the couch with Susan – asks him if he doesn't think he's overdoing this body sculpting thing a touch. Billy assures her that he isn't – and he does an 80th press- up! There's suddenly a knock on the front door and Karl opens it to find Cheryl on the step. He invites her in and says he presumes she's there to accept his offer. Cheryl, however, tells him that the agent thought Karl was *joking*! Karl points out that it's a fair price – and it's a buyer's market. Cheryl says she knows that – but she's in the market to *sell* her house, not give it away, and Steve thinks she can expect much more. She adds:
CHERYL: I just thought I'd let you know that No. 22 won't be passing into the Kennedy dynasty – well, not at that price, and not if *I* can help it...!
With that, she gets up and leaves. When she's gone, Karl mutters that the woman's bluffing. There's suddenly another knock on the front door and Karl opens it to Toadie, who walks in with a couple of packed bags. Karl stares at him and asks what's going on. Toadie tells Susan that he thought he'd come round early because his mum's leaving in the morning. Karl frowns:
TOADIE (to Susan): You haven't had time to tell the Doc?
SUSAN (to Karl, sheepishly): Angie was in a bind. What could I say?
KARL: How about ‘no'? It's a very small word – try it with me: ‘NO'!
Toadie goes to get himself a drink, leaving Karl to glare at Susan!
The next morning, Helen is sitting in the kitchen at No. 26, looking unwell. Hannah suggests to her that she should go back to bed. Philip joins them and asks Helen if she's still feeling crook. Hannah tells him that Helen didn't get any sleep *again* last night. Philip offers her a cuppa, but Helen tells him and Hannah to be on their way; she *will* stagger back to bed. Hannah asks Philip if she can stay and look after her, but Philip reminds her that she's off to the orthodontist. Helen insists that she doesn't need a nurse; she just needs a little more sleep. With that, Philip and Hannah head out. Holly starts whining suddenly in the corner of the kitchen, nudging her empty food bowl. Helen looks at her and murmurs:
HELEN: Oh – did they forget to feed you?
She stands up to get some dog food – but suddenly collapses onto the floor, where she lies apparently unconscious...