Graham Pinders asking Philip if he can get Ruth to sign some forms so that he can apply for a lump-sum payout.
Philip warning Ruth that if Pinders dupes the system and Ruth's personal connection with him is discovered, it might look pretty incriminating for her.
Loud music is playing on the stereo. Toadie is sitting behind the drum kit set up in the lounge room, pounding out the beat to which Joel is also lifting weights to build up his biceps. Joel is panting heavily! As he reaches the 16th repetition, he puts the weights down and tells Toadie it's his turn. Sarah suddenly storms in, however, and, turning off the stereo, yells that they're giving her a headache!
TOADIE: We've nearly finished!
SARAH (angrily): I can't *bear* this anymore. I'm going to take Bob for a walk after I've had a shower.
TOADIE: Hey, I have got a great idea: why don't you come and be my guest again on the show this arvo?
SARAH (glaring): Are you completely *insane*?!
TOADIE: Why? They loved you!
SARAH: It was terrible!
TOADIE: Fifteen calls, baby; fifteen calls!
Sarah just retorts that she's going to be in the bathroom for the next half hour and anyone who disturbs her is dead! She marches out again. When she's gone, Joel remarks to Toadie that every one of those calls was from girls complaining. Toadie just shrugs that any publicity is good publicity: it's hard to get a big audience for community radio.
JOEL (nods): Actually, that's pretty much what *Sally* had to say. Matter of fact, she said *I* could come along sometime; maybe even do a segment.
TOADIE: What on?
Toadie sits there, looking thoughtful. He then says:
TOADIE: Yeah. Yeah, OK. Come along – see if it's your kind of bag.
Ruth is sitting on the couch, looking at a book, when Philip joins her and suggests they go to the lake for a picnic. Ruth, however, sighs that she said she'd go round and see Graham Pinders: he's in trouble.
PHILIP: So you think he's for real?
RUTH: I don't know. To be honest, it's got me totally confused – I just don't know how he can still be in so much pain after all this time.
RUTH (reluctantly): Maybe he *is* faking it.
Ruth then goes on that she's been looking through some books and there are some tests she can do to see if he's faking it – but her job is to heal people, not play detective. She adds that Pinders isn't going to be gaining anything from faking it: he's only on a fraction of his wage, and it's not that *big* a wage. Philip asks where he works. Ruth replies that he's a storeman at Booker and Seger.
Madge serves Joel with a coffee. He's sitting at a table with Toadie, and Madge tells him that she could do with a bit of personal advice.
MADGE: It's about this personal training thing that you're doing now. As you know, Harold and I have been undergoing a great deal of strain, lately. Well, Harold insisted that we should be doing something to take our minds off it. Now it's all right for *him*: he goes down to the allotment and he combats his stress *that* way. He wants me to join him, but I don't know... I‘ve got the feeling I'd like to do something a little different: maybe a little bit of light physical exercise. I don't know; that's what I wanted to talk to you about.
Joel tells her that *any* form of exercise would be good, and he asks what she likes doing.
MADGE: I used to play a bit of team sport when I was younger, but I doubt whether I'd be up to *that* anymore! How would you feel about training me?
JOEL: Sure, I'd be happy to. When do you want to start?
Madge suggests that he come over to No. 24 this afternoon and they can talk then. With that, she heads back to the counter. Joel smiles at Toadie that this personal training thing is going to take off! He then asks if he told Toadie that Sally was impressed that he did personal training. Toadie, however, replies:
TOADIE: Mate, don't get *too* excited: she's pretty enthusiastic about *everybody*; she's that kind of chick. And she also tells everybody that they should be on radio. *Everybody*!
With that, he heads out, leaving Joel looking slightly crestfallen!
Uni FM studio
Toadie is in the middle of his show, but the ‘phone isn't ringing, despite his staring hard at it! He sighs at Joel that this is the part of his job that he finds really boring. Joel muses:
JOEL: No, no, that's cool. So, um, what time does Sally get here?
TOADIE (chuckles): Did you come here to see the station or to see *her*?!
JOEL (sighs): Is it that obvious?!
TOADIE: Mate, I can read you like a book!
Joel then asks Toadie if he knows if Sally's going out with anybody at the moment.
TOADIE: Nope – but you'd better stand in line!
JOEL: So when does she arrive?
TOADIE: Oh, she's not working today. [With a mischievous grin] Oh, *sorry* mate, did I forget to tell you that?!
The song that's playing comes to an end and Toadie goes back on air. He plugs the ‘phone lines, telling people that he's just waiting on their calls this beautiful sunny afternoon – that everybody must be outside on!
Philip is talking on the ‘phone. He hangs up and then tells Ruth:
PHILIP: Well *that* was an interesting ‘phone call.
PHILIP: I thought I'd do a bit of detective work of my own – so I rang one of my clients: she tends to know what's going on in the world of business and high finance.
PHILIP: About ten weeks ago, Booker and Seger were bought out by another company.
PHILIP: Rumour has it that they're about to do a fairly ruthless downsizing, so a lot of jobs will go. Maybe Graham Pinders suspects that he'll be one for the chop; at least, that would explain why he's suddenly interested in a lump sum injury payout.
Looking puzzled, Ruth says he'd still get a lump sum payment if he was made redundant, wouldn't he? Philip tells her that that would depend on his length of service: if he's relatively new to the company, he'll get next to nothing. He suggests to Ruth that she ask Pinders how long he's been there.
Sarah is out walking Bob. As she passes a silver car parked at the side of the road, the driver starts the engine and starts driving along at the same speed as Sarah is walking. After a few seconds, though, it speeds up and heads off down the road. Sarah looks at it, slightly puzzled.
Philip sits down with Madge at the kitchen table and tells her that there are some decisions that need to be made about the flying machine competition: they need a closing date for entries, and he thinks a three-month preparation time. Madge, however, admits that she hasn't really thought about it. Philip suggests that if she and Harold decide on a date, *he* can start organising publicity. Madge thanks him. She then adds:
MADGE: At least I might be able to find some enthusiasm now that this stupid feud with Lou is over and done with.
PHILIP: Your competition can be your contribution to world peace and harmony!
Philip then says that he's been thinking about publicity: the whole idea is pretty quirky, so if they play their cards right, they may be able to get some television coverage. Madge asks if they couldn't just rely on word of mouth and an article in the local paper? Philip says he thinks Harold wants to make it a *big* thing. Madge, however, retorts:
MADGE: All *Harold* cares about is that *Lou* doesn't win it.
PHILIP (sighs): I suspected as much.
MADGE: The point I'm making is that the less of a circus we make of it, the more chance there is of a *local* person winning.
PHILIP: So you don't mind if Lou wins?
MADGE: Oh I'd *mind*! – but if he does it honestly, there's nothing we can do about it, is there? Anyway, he may *not* win. *My* money's on *Paul*.
PHILIP (shrugs): OK, local publicity only, if that's what you think's right.
Graham Pinders is lying on his front and Ruth is massaging his back. As she does so, she remarks that she's surprised he's not fully recovered by now. She asks if it isn't feeling any better at *all*.
PINDERS: It changes day by day. Not my idea of a joke – I can tell you *that* for nothing.
RUTH (sympathetically): I know.
PINDERS: Yeah, getting out of bed: I feel like an old man. It's *ridiculous* at my age.
Pinders then goes on:
PINDERS: I was talking to a bloke down the road. He reckons that these injuries can cripple you for *years*.
RUTH: Not *this* sort of injury – unless I'm missing something. You should be on the *mend* by now.
PINDERS: I've always been an active sort. It's frustrating not knowing from day to day if you can function properly.
RUTH: You couldn't go back to work? I mean, they couldn't put you on light duties or something?
PINDERS: There's no such thing as light duties for a storeman. I'd feel a right bludger being there, not pulling my weight, you know what I mean? It's not just at work, either: it's a bit of a blow to the pride when your little girl asks you for a piggy back and you have to say you can't; you can't even kick the footy around with Craig.
RUTH (gently): I know.
PINDERS: And my wife's getting sick of the sight of me: hanging around the house all day, getting under her feet. I can't even help with the housework. She's putting up with a *lot*. It makes you wonder what use I am to *anyone*.
RUTH (carefully): Is that why you want to go for a lump-sum payout for the accident?
PINDERS: Seems to me if I'm not going to get any better, it's the only option.
RUTH (insists): You *are* going to get better.
PINDERS (retorts): I don't see any improvement. I've got responsibilities; family to look after: my wife... the kids...: the most precious things in the world to me. I've got to make sure *they're* all right, so what *else* can I do?
Ruth continues to massage Pinders' back, but stands there looking thoughtful.
The silver car is parked in the street again as Sarah returns from walking Bob. She looks at it nervously and then starts running towards No. 30, where Toadie and Joel are standing by the driveway. She pants at them:
SARAH: That car: it was following me.
At that moment, the car roars off down the road. Toadie points out to Sarah that it's not following her *anymore*.
SARAH (insists): It *was*, I'm *sure*.
Joel assures her that she's home; she's safe.
Graham Pinders is still lying on his front as Ruth tells him that there's not much more she can do for him right now: she wants him to stick to the same exercises she's given him already, and get plenty of rest. Pinders sighs:
PINDERS: Rest? I've had *enough* rest. What I *really* gotta do is get this lump-sum compensation sorted out so I can do something sensible with that money.
RUTH: I'm sorry, but *I* think you're jumping the gun.
PINDERS: You're the expert, but come on, Ruth, there's no sign I'm going to recover from this.
RUTH: OK, well let me check a couple of things.
Ruth then asks Pinders to tell her if there's any pain, and if so, at what level. She then places her hands about an inch above the top of Pinders' back. She's clearly not touching him, but he winces:
RUTH: That hurts?
RUTH: Where, exactly?
Pinders moves his hand round to indicate the top of his leg. He adds that right down the back of his leg hurts too.
RUTH: You're positive about that?
RUTH: Right. Thanks. I just wanted to double-check it.
Sarah and Toadie walk into the bar, Toadie telling Sarah that the car was probably just turning around or looking for an address. As they sit down, Sarah retorts that it was the same car, parked in the same place as when she left with Bob – and she's almost certain it passed her while she was walking him.
TOADIE: Are you sure you're not just imagining it? I know you can see people being followed by cars in just about every movie, but that sort of thing just doesn't happen too much in real life.
Sarah says suddenly:
SARAH: Don't look now, but there's a man over there staring at me.
Toadie asks who it is. Sarah replies nervously that she doesn't know. She tells Toadie to turn round slowly: it's the man with the red scarf, staring straight at them. Toadie turns round, but then tells Sarah that he can't see *anyone* with a red scarf. Sarah looks again, but the man isn't there. She insists:
SARAH: There was a man stood there staring at me.
TOADIE (laughs): How many gins have you had today?!
SARAH (snaps): Don't be such a smart aleck. He *was*.
TOADIE (shrugs): Well there ain't anybody there *now*.
Joel has turned up to talk to Madge about her exercise programme. She tells him that she needs energy and something to take her mind off her worries – and she's not going to go to the gym because she's not the shorts-and-crop-top type!
JOEL: You said you played team sport?
MADGE (nods): I've played just about everything in my time: netball... tennis... Even played touch footie once!
JOEL: There's no reason why you can't do that again. The secret is to build up slowly to your desired level of fitness. What we'll do is we'll do a fitness test and then we'll map out a plan to get you from where you are now to where you want to go.
MADGE: Well you don't have to do a test because I can tell you right now: I'm definitely not fit!
JOEL (smiles): Well there are degrees of unfitness. You never know, you might be fitter than you think!
Joel then asks:
JOEL: Do you smoke?
MADGE: No. I did when I was younger. Anyway, Harold couldn't abide smoking.
Joel suggests to her that she get changed and they'll do the assessment. Madge asks what's involved.
JOEL: Well, I'll take your heart-rate after various intervals of exercise; then I'll do a pinch test.
Madge remarks that that sounds painful. Joel, however, holds up a pair of plastic callipers and says:
JOEL: Not a bit. I'll simply pinch some fleshy parts of your stomach and ascertain your body fat ratio.
MADGE (looking horrified): Well you can take my heart-rate – I don't mind *that* – but as for the pinch test: forget it, sunshine!
Ruth arrives home and tells Philip:
RUTH: He's absolutely convinced he's not getting any better.
PHILIP: And is he?
RUTH: Hard to say: it's his word against mine.
Philip asks her if she tried the tests she suggested. Ruth replies that she did, and he's complaining of pain in areas where he shouldn't have any. She adds that she thinks he's been exaggerating his condition – and she found out how long he's been at Booker and Seger: only eight months.
PHILIP: So no redundancy package to speak of if he loses his job?
RUTH (sighs): He's a nice, ordinary bloke. You know, I hate to think that he's trying to dupe me.
PHILIP: It sounds like he is, though.
RUTH: If only I could be sure one hundred per cent sure one way or another.
Philip asks her what she's going to do. Ruth asks if anyone knows him well – such as Susan. Philip comments that to her he's probably just another parent. He then suggests that *Harold* might know him: Craig was involved in the scouts – although that was a while back. Ruth muses:
RUTH: Sounds like I need to find out a bit more about Mr. Graham Pinders...
Sarah is tidying up in the lounge room. She suddenly hears a knock on the front door and she goes to answer it. There's no one there, though. She calls out:
There's no response from anyone. Sarah quickly heads back inside and closes the door. She then leans against it, looking scared.
Madge is running on the spot, looking out of breath. After a few seconds, Joel tells her she can stop now. Madge sighs heavily in relief! As Joel checks her pulse, she muses:
MADGE: So this is what being a personal trainer is all about, eh? It's like being a lion tamer, only you use that stopwatch instead of a whip, right?
She then asks how she did.
JOEL (smiles): I think you'll be pleasantly surprised! You've done better than Lou did, that's for sure!
MADGE (exclaims): *Lou* took a fitness test?!
JOEL: Yeah, sure. He came and saw me a couple of weeks ago. He had the initial assessment, but never followed it up.
MADGE (looking intrigued): Is that right...? Maybe it's time he *did*...
JOEL (looking horrified): Oh no. No, no. Please no! Let's not turn this into another competition between you and Lou, with me caught in the middle!
Madge just smiles gleefully:
MADGE: Oh Joel, would *I* do that to *you*...?!
It's evening-time. Sarah is sitting on the couch, watching TV, when there's suddenly a knock at the front door. A look of concern crosses her face. She turns off the TV and then walks quietly to the door. She looks out through the peephole and then calls:
SARAH: Who is it?
TOADIE: It's just me.
SARAH: How do I know it's really you?
TOADIE (sounding astonished): What do you mean ‘really me'? Of *course* it's me! I forgot my key.
SARAH: What kind of thing only happens in Hollywood?
TOADIE (sounding bemused): What are you talking about? Will you let me in?
SARAH (firmly): Not until I'm sure it's you. What kind of thing only happens in Hollywood?
TOADIE: What are you going on about?
SARAH (snaps): Just answer me.
TOADIE (mutters): People being followed by cars. Is that what you mean?
Sarah and opens the door. As Toadie walks in, she says:
SARAH: Just answer me one thing: did you come round earlier and knock on the door?
TOADIE: No. Why?
SARAH: Because *somebody* did – and when I answered it, there was no-one there. There's something really weird going on. I don't like it.
Toadie points out that it could have been kids; or maybe it was Joel.
SARAH (tersely): Well if it *was* him, I'm going to flatten him.
Madge is telling Ruth that Harold won't be back for a while, as he's at band practice. She asks if there's anything *she* can do.
RUTH: I wanted to ask Harold about a guy he knew in scouts. Graham Pinders: do you know him?
MADGE: Yeah, course I do.
RUTH: How well?
MADGE: Well, not as well as Harold does, obviously. I mean, they were in the scouts for quite a while together.
RUTH: So what's he like?
MADGE: Graham? He's a real battler. I mean, he's never had it easy, but he's always been one to put his shoulder to the wheel, you know?
RUTH: So he's basically honest?
MADGE: Honest? Oh, absolutely! I mean, Ruth, if you're thinking of somebody who's robbed a bank, it's definitely not him!
Madge then asks why all the questions: can't he pay his physio bill or something? Ruth, however, replies that she's sorry, but she really can't say. She thanks Madge and heads back out.
As Joel arrives home, Sarah drags him into the lounge room, saying urgently:
SARAH: Joel this is really important: you didn't come round earlier, knock on the door and then run away. You promise?
JOEL: Cross my heart.
The two of them sit down with Toadie. Joel then smiles:
JOEL: I've got it: we're assuming that it was somebody knocking to be let *in*, right? Maybe it was Bob knocking to be let *out*?!
SARAH (growls): Joel, do me a favour and don't try to help!
TOADIE: Maybe it was Sally looking for lover-boy here and then remembered what he looked like and ran off! Or maybe it was the man in the red scarf who haunts the pub?!
Looking furious, Sarah lashes out and gives Toadie a clout, snapping:
Ruth sits down with Philip at the kitchen table and tells him that Graham Pinders is honest as the day is long, according to Madge – and now she has a really difficult professional decision to make.
RUTH: I can't support his claim that he's been permanently disabled by the accident unless I'm convinced he's telling the truth.
PHILIP: Why don't you just refer him to another physio?
RUTH: It's tempting...
PHILIP: So do it!
RUTH (sighs): I don't know that it would help. At this stage, there would be a whole lot of questions asked, and the only answer I could give would be that I'm not sure what the truth is. And then there's the kids: imagine how they'd react if they found out I'd accused Pinhead's dad of fraud... I *can't* dob him in; I just *can't*: it goes against the grain too much.
PHILIP (gently): You don't want to get yourself into trouble, though.
RUTH: No. I won't lie. I'll sign the form saying he's unfit to work; I'll continue to treat him; and I'll keep my eyes and ears open.
A pair of feet is creeping along outside No. 30. The person climbs up the front fence and listens at the open window of the house as Sarah says:
SARAH: Ok, guys, I know I've been acting a bit strange, so let's just assume that I'm mad.
The person peers in surreptitiously through the window as Joel tells Sarah:
JOEL: It's only natural for you to be jumpy, all right? I mean, you had your bag snatched and your house was robbed.
SARAH: Exactly – so I think we should pay more attention to security.
JOEL: Fine by me. What's for dinner? I'm starving!
Joel and Toadie go to head to the kitchen. Looking horrified, Sarah cries:
SARAH: I can't believe you guys are so flip about it all. Here *I* am, worried about a prowler.
Toadie just puts his hands on Sarah's arms and insists:
TOADIE: Sarah, stop worrying, OK? We are here for you.
With that, he and Joel head to the kitchen. The person outside continues to peer in secretly through the open window...