Lou recoiling in pain at Little Tommy Tucker's.
Little Tommy Tucker's
Drew walks in and starts to say that he's got the van outside. He suddenly notices Lou's panting and expressions of pain, and he quickly helps him to a seat and asks him what happened.
LOU (still panting): I don't know... I just sort of went all woozy there for a minute.
DREW (firmly): Lou, I am taking you to see Karl.
LOU (dismissively): I don't have to go to a doctor.
DREW: Will you at least go home and lay down for a while?
LOU: Look, I'll take the rest of the day off, huh? Yeah, I'll do that. You just relax.
Joel is lifting some weights in the lounge room when there's a knock on the front door. He goes and opens it to find Sally from Uni FM on the step. She looks impressed as she notices Joel's muscles! She walks in, looking for Toadie. Joel explains that he's still at uni.
SALLY: And you must be...?
JOEL: Joel. I flat with Toadie. And you are?
SALLY: Right! Toadie *said* he was living with an iron man!
Joel explains that he's not an iron man; he does triathlons - and he works at Across the Line Sports and he's also a personal trainer.
SALLY (smiles): Maybe I can give you some business? I need to get fit; do you think you could you design a programme for me?
JOEL: Sure, I'd be glad to.
Sally then notices the weights on the floor and asks if she's interrupted a session.
JOEL: Only slightly.
SALLY: You just go on ahead and I'll sit and watch--; I mean wait! You carry on and I'll wait!
Joel explains that he was actually about to have a shower. Sally smiles as he adds that she should feel free to make herself a tea or coffee. He then says:
JOEL: Just one thing: don't you think it would be good to tell me who you actually are?!
SALLY: Sorry. I'm Sally Upton: I work at the radio station with Toadie. I've got to talk over some programming with him. He knew I was coming.
JOEL: Right... Sally. It was nice to meet you!
Paul walks in to find Drew at the counter, and he asks him if he's got five minutes. They head to a table as Paul orders a caramel milkshake from Cassandra. Drew asks Paul what the story is.
PAUL: It's about the Jack Ramsay bequest: he has left $7,000 for anyone who can fly across the Erinsfield river. I've got the plans all figures out; I just need someone to help me - you know - build it.
Paul unrolls a large sheet of paper and Drew says in astonishment:
DREW: An *aeroplane*?
PAUL: It's a glider, actually: it's not allowed to have an engine.
Drew says he's sorry: he doesn't know the first thing about aerodynamics. Paul, however, points out that he knows about mechanics and he has all the tools. He adds that they can split the winnings fifty-fifty.
DREW: And you reckon this thing will fly?
PAUL: It's worth a try, isn't it?
DREW: OK - let's give it a birl!
Paul asks him to keep it a secret, as he's already had *one* mate try to rip him off.
Sally is pouring herself a coffee when Joel rejoins her. The 'phone rings and Joel goes to answer it. He listens and tells the caller - Toadie - that Sally has been there for quite some time. He then hands the 'phone to Sally. She talks to Toadie while Joel heads back into the lounge room to finish pouring the coffee. Joel looks shocked as he overhears Sally say:
SALLY: No, he's not too bad. He keeps trying to seduce me, though; you could've *warned* me!
With that, she hangs up. She then tells Joel:
SALLY: He forgot about some tute he was supposed to go to - and he told me to tell *you* to keep your hands off me!
Joel stares at her! Sally says quickly:
SALLY: He didn't! I'm kidding!
She then sits down with Joel and smiles that, as a triathlete with his own business, she imagines a bit of free publicity wouldn't do him any harm... so why doesn't he come into Uni FM and do a fitness spot? She adds:
SALLY: We could do a talkback segment: you and me...
Joel gawps at her!
SALLY: What's this: your goldfish impersonation?!
JOEL: No! I've just never done anything like this before!
SALLY (flirtatiously): It'll be cool. Trust me! You know, I think this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship...!
Lance and Bill are watching the horse racing on TV. The horse Lance has picked comes in first, but Bill shrugs that he just got lucky. Lance, however, tells Bill that he's got a system.
BILL (sounding disinterested): Enlighten me.
LANCE: I pick second favourites.
BILL (laughs): *Second* favourites?
Lance smiles that it *works*! Bill, however, sighs that one race doesn't prove a *thing*.
LANCE: All right - let's give it a try, then. You're 18: you can put bets on. I reckon we use this God-given talent for the acquisition of some serious wealth. What do you say?
BILL (muses): I say you're a sad, strange little man!
The front door opens suddenly and Hannah comes in. Philip calls to her to come in the kitchen, adding that he wants to give her a treat. Hannah heads into the kitchen, where Philip is holding out a plate with a lamington on it. She takes it and pulls open the lamington to reveal the 'fortune' inside. Lance and Bill join them and Lance asks what it says. Hannah sighs heavily and reads:
HANNAH: 'The truth will out'. Signed by someone called 'Mystic Father'.
PHILIP (coolly): Do the numbers '0055' mean anything to do you?
Lance says quickly that he and Bill might leave them to it, and they walk off! Philip tells Hannah curtly:
PHILIP (curtly): Mystic Father knows *everything* - especially how much the telephone bill comes to. But he also knows who's going to *pay* for it - every last cent of it, even if she's a very old woman by the time she does...
Drew walks in to find Lou working behind the bar. He exclaims in astonishment that he thought Lou was giving himself the day off. Lou shrugs that he's on the way home - more or less. Drew sighs that he can't ignore what happened this morning at Little Tommy Tucker's. Lou just insists that he's *not* ignoring it; he's just not reading too much into it; the work isn't going to take care of itself. Lou then picks up the roll of paper that Drew put down on the counter and asks what it is. The paper contains Paul's plans.
DREW: It's just something I'm working on in my spare time.
LOU: Spare time? Ah, I see. I didn't realise I was giving you that much time *off*. I'll have to rethink your hours! You'll be using the garage, I presume?
DREW: Yeah, I was hoping to.
LOU: And my tools?
DREW: If you don't mind.
LOU: I think you'd better tell me what all this is about.
Drew, however, explains that Paul asked him not to discuss it.
LOU (quickly): Paul?
DREW: It's his project; I'm just lending a hand. I'm actually a bit hazy about the details.
Lou muses that he's intrigued.
DREW: Well don't be - it's just something to do with Madge's grandfather.
Drew then takes the plans from Lou and orders him to go home and rest.
Lance and Bill are watching another horse race. Lance is telling Bill that they should have put money on it.
In the kitchen, Hannah - looking through the telephone bill - is telling Philip:
HANNAH: It all started that time that I was grounded.
PHILIP (muses): Which one? There have been so *many*!
HANNAH: The latest one. It was pretty boring, hanging around the house all day.
PHILIP: Oh, I see - it was *my fault* for grounding you, was it?
HANNAH: No - but that was also the time I was unsure about how things with Mark were going.
PHILIP: Well why didn't you call *him* rather than this Mystic Madam whatsername?
HANNAH (sheepishly): I thought it was a dollar a call, but it was actually a dollar a *minute*.
Phil mutters that he can't believe people *listen* to the Mystic Mariah rubbish. Hannah insists that she's managed to raise *some* money to pay back. She then asks if she's grounded again.
PHILIP: And cut down on your money-earning capacity? I don't think so! No, I think we'll just separate you and the telephone as much as we can, don't you?
PHILIP: Meaning that you can consider the telephone off-limits for the next couple of days. And make sure you pay this bill ASAP.
In the lounge room, Lance lets out a cheer as the horse he'd picked comes in first!
Joel is sitting on the couch with Sally, saying with a smile:
JOEL: I'm not keeping you from anything, am I?
SALLY: Funny - I was about to ask you the same thing!
Sally then asks Joel what *else* he does. He replies that, like he said, he works at the sports store. He adds that he should be at uni in Tasmania, studying Marine Biology, but he deferred for a year.
SALLY (beams): This is *amazing*: we've got so much in common!
JOEL: Yeah? How?
SALLY: When I was a kid, I used to have a fish tank.
JOEL (looking blank!): Yeah... good!
SALLY: No, I'm really into fish and stuff - and I love sport.
JOEL: Playing it?
SALLY: No, um, watching it! We were made for each other!
Sally then smiles:
SALLY: To think: I came round to see Toadie, and here I am cuddled up on the couch next to a gorgeous guy like *you*!
Joel doesn't respond. Sally asks him with a laugh if he's embarrassed.
JOEL: I guess I'm just not used to talking to someone who says exactly what they mean all the time.
Sally tells him that he should try it some time: he should say the first thing that comes into his mind.
JOEL: You mean this very second?
JOEL: I don't know...
SALLY: Just say the first thing that comes into your mind.
JOEL: Have dinner with me tonight?
SALLY: I'll have to think about it first. [A brief pause] Why do you think I've been hanging around all day? I thought you'd never ask!
Harold opens the front door to find Lou on the step. He walks in and says:
LOU: I have two words to say to you, Harold: 'Flying Machines'.
Harold, looking annoyed, asks who told him. Lou, however, replies that he can't reveal his sources. Harold mutters that he said to Madge that anything to do with Jack Ramsay would be very difficult to keep quiet. He then asks who knows about it.
LOU (evasively): Well... some know a little and some know a lot.
HAROLD (treading carefully): But how many know about the actual bequest?
LOU (quickly): One or two.
Harold then chuckles:
HAROLD: You don't know *anything*! You're fishing for information!
LOU (snaps): Stop wasting my time, Harold. Jack Ramsay left a bequest and it's something to do with flying machines.
Harold, however, retorts that if Lou had just come straight out and asked him instead of using every devious trick in the book... Lou just chuckles:
LOU: I'm not going anywhere until you tell me all about it.
Going and sitting on the couch, he adds:
LOU: Believe you me, I've got all day!
It's evening time, and Lance is trying to talk Bill into placing a bet tomorrow. Bill sighs that it'll just be a small one. Lance asks how much they should go for: $10... $20?
BILL: I was thinking more like $5.
Lance suggests that they make it $5 each, and Bill gives in. As Lance hands over his contribution, he reminds Bill that it's 'Early Dawn' in the first. Bill heads out as Harold comes in and asks for a word with Phil. He heads across to the kitchen, where Philip asks what he can do for him.
HAROLD: I've got a proposition for you. I'm looking for a convener-cum-adjudicator for the Jack Ramsay bequest:
PHILIP (blankly): What?
HAROLD: Yeah, well, you see, it seems that old Jack left a certain amount of money for the first person who would cross the Erinsfield River in an unpowered flying machine.
PHILIP: What did he do *that* for?
HAROLD (shrugs): I don't know. Flight of fancy, I suppose?
Harold chuckles at his own joke! He then adds that Jack Ramsay allocated money for the job, so Philip would be amply rewarded. He goes on that Paul is working on a design - and Lou got wind of the bequest...
PHILIP (curtly): *I* get it: this is just another phase of the ongoing feud.
Harold, however, insists that the feud is over.
HAROLD: No, I think that this bequest - and believe me, it is a generous one - I think it should be open to the whole community. And the more people who enter it, well...
PHILIP: ...the less chance of Lou winning it?
At that moment, Ruth walks in and asks the two men what they're up to.
PHILIP: Harold's just been propositioning me!
With that, Harold heads off. Philip then tells Ruth that that Graham Pinders chap was on the 'phone again: he's still in excruciating pain and wondered if Ruth could make a house call. Looking concerned, Ruth says she might give him a ring.
Hannah and Paul are doing their homework when Paul announces that Harold and Madge have organised for him to go on a ski trip with some of their friends. He doesn't look enthused, though, and Hannah asks what's wrong.
PAUL: My dad rang, and he wants me to spend the holidays with *him*.
PAUL: Port Lincoln.
HANNAH: Well which one would you prefer to do?
PAUL: That's just it: I don't know. If I spend the holidays with my dad, then Harold and Madge will be hurt. If I go skiing, then my dad will.
Hannah insists that Harold and Madge will understand if he wants to spend some time with his dad. At that moment, Harold comes in and tells Paul that Philip has agreed to be the adjudicator. With a broad smile on his face, he adds:
HAROLD: Which means we'd better get stuck into the design, eh? I've got a feeling you and I are going to be a winning team!
PAUL (hesitantly): Yeah...
Harold, looking surprised at Paul's lack of enthusiasm, asks if there's a problem with that.
PAUL: Er, no, no. Well yeah. It's just that, well, I've agreed to work with Drew.
Harold, looking disappointed, puts on a brave face and muses:
HAROLD: Jolly good. The more the merrier, eh?
Joel is sitting at a table with Sally, deciding what to eat. Sally smiles that she can't believe what a great day this has turned out to be - thanks to him! Her mobile 'phone suddenly starts ringing and she answers it. She then tells the caller that she'll be there as soon as she can. Hanging up, she asks Joel apologetically if they can do this some other time.
JOEL: Why, what's up?
SALLY: A friend of mine's broken up with her boyfriend and she needs a shoulder to cry on. Do you mind? She's a little high-strung.
JOEL: No, no, that's fine.
SALLY (smiles): You get more and more perfect by the minute! Just one more thing...
Sally then gives Joel a kiss on the lips and walks off! As she does so, Drew and Lou wander over and Lou beams at Joel:
LOU: Hey, Romeo, where have you been hiding *her*?!
The next morning, Lou is walking with Drew through the allotments. Lolly is sitting watching them. Harold walks over in their direction and Lou smiles:
LOU: Good morning, Jelly Belly!
Looking annoyed, Harold demands to know what he's doing there.
LOU: Oh, communing with nature... seeing how the birds operate. Perhaps they can give me some inspiration on how to get my hands on that $7,000 prize money you're trying to keep secret?!
Harold glares at him furiously!
Philip opens the door to a man in his forties or fifties who asks if Ruth Wilkinson lives there. Philip replies that she does, but she's not there at the moment. He adds:
PHILIP: I'm sorry - you are...?
MAN: Graham Pinders. I'm one of her patients.
Philip explains that Ruth is at the hospital - but she's got a really busy morning. He adds that he could ask her to give him a call.
PINDERS: Maybe I should wait?
PHILIP: Sorry - I've got a lot of work to do; and besides, there's no telling what time she—
PINDERS (interrupting gruffly): I tell you, mate, I can't hang on anymore; I've been awake half the night.
PHILIP: Look, I understand—
PINDERS: No, I don't think you *do* understand. I can't handle this anymore. I'm going for a lump-sum payout. I need her to sign some more forms to get the ball rolling.
PHILIP: Well I can hand them over to her as soon as she gets in. I'm sorry - that's the best I can do.
Pinders hands the forms over, reluctantly.
Harold and Drew are busy working, and Harold asks Drew if he's going to enter anything in the Erinsborough Fair. Drew replies that he might enter one of his pumpkins: give Harold a run for his money! Lou walks over to them with Lolly, chuckling:
LOU: Look at it, Lolly: grown men making such a fuss over a couple of pumpkins!
Lou goes on that the fair's *rigged*: Hilary Grant and her snooty sister clean up every year.
HAROLD (indignantly): It is *not* rigged. You can't rig something like that.
LOU: Oh no? What's first prize, then? I might consider entering something myself!
Harold bursts out laughing:
HAROLD: You don't know anything *about* gardening.
LOU: I can learn. Drew tells me it's very relaxing.
DREW: Lou, competing's not relaxing.
LOU: I'm just trying to find something to interest myself - and this is proving to be very interesting indeed...!
Lance and Bill are watching the racing on TV. 'Early Dawn' comes in first and Lance exclaims:
LANCE: I'm a genius! I've got the knack!
BILL: How much did we win?
LANCE: At four-to-one, twenty bucks each! If you'd let me put $20 on like I wanted to...
BILL (sighs): Yeah, yeah, yeah, OK.
Lance then says there's another horse he's got his eye on. He goes to the newspaper as Bill says:
BILL: You want to throw away all the money we've just won, do you?
LANCE: No, I want to make *more*. Don't say you don't want to put your money on another sure thing?
BILL: Right. I'll take Anne to a movie or something!
LANCE: If you stick with me, you could triple your money; quadruple it; or you could even—
BILL: Or you could even lose the lot. Exactly. I agree.
LANCE (sighs): You're hopeless. No sense of adventure, that's *your* problem.
Ruth is looking at the papers left by Graham Pinders and commenting to Philip that she knows she hasn't exactly been working miracles, but it does seem a bit early to be going for a lump-sum payout. Philip asks her if she thinks Pinders is genuine. Ruth admits:
RUTH: The thought did occur to me too ... I felt guilty even thinking about it. The problem is, a prolapsed disc is one of the hardest back injuries to prove.
PHILIP: What about x-rays?
RUTH: Doesn't show up. CT scan or an MRI might do it, but not every time.
Philip suggests to Ruth that she could do some detective work...
RUTH (aghast): What - *spy* on him? He's the father of one of Lance's best friends.
PHILIP: Yeah, but if you sign the form and he dupes the system--
RUTH: We don't know he's going to do that.
PHILIP: Yeah, but if he does and they find out - especially as you have a personal connection with him, however slight - did you stop to think that it might look pretty incriminating for you too?
Ruth stands there, looking worried.