Lockie Leonard (2007–2010): Season 2, Episode 20 - Buried Treasure - full transcript
A ghost from Lockie's past comes back to haunt him.
- Okay, here's the thing.
We all have a memory, that
big hard drive in our brain
where we store all our files,
and we're always being taught
to remember stuff, right.
Facts, figures, names, places.
But how come we're never
taught how to forget?
How to erase the complicated stuff,
the ghosts that come back to haunt us.
Take the day Mel taught me snorkelling
and we dug up some buried
treasure from the past.
- Just a bunch of old letters.
Some treasure.
- There could be a clue in here
that could lead us to the treasure.
- You've been watching too much kid's TV.
- Dear Sheena.
War is crazy.
I dream of the day it
ends and we meet again.
- Dear Sheena.
Dear Sheena.
They're all for the same person,
and all written by the same guy, Len.
Wow.
He was keen.
- You're in my memory
always, waiting to appear.
Whenever I close my eyes
I'm back there with you.
- Puke.
You got any juice?
- I
can see you by your house
at number 57.
Under the big, old tree
where we first met.
Your smile so radiant.
Vicki Streeton!
What's she doing in my head?
I've been trying not to think
a single thought about Vicki for months,
ever since I met her new friend, Josh,
all perfect in a
private-school prefect way.
That day was the last time I'd seen Vicki.
- Goodbye, Lockie.
- Bye, Vickie.
And I've been trying to
forget her ever since.
So why is Vicki back to haunt me now.
- What about Vicki?
- What've you got there?
- A, treasure chest.
- Old letters we found in the ocean.
So what were you saying about Vicki?
- I didn't say Vicki.
- You just said Vicki.
- No, I said tricky.
Tricky, don't know what to
do with all these letters.
- Wartime correspondence.
'66, Vietnam.
Cataclysmic times.
- They, must've
been washed off the boat
that was delivering them.
- Good theory.
Faded address.
Well, you might wanna get
these back to, Sheena.
- Me, personally?
- Well, how would you feel if
someone close to your heart
suddenly disappeared from your life?
- Well, it was ages ago.
She's probably over it by now.
- The heart never forgets, Lockie.
- While
Sarge had me wrestling
with my conscience, Mum was wrestling
with everyone else's
shifts at the radio station
after they'd all called in sick.
- There just aren't
enough minutes in the hour
to learn all there is about
composting with worms.
Here's some nice, calming music.
I'm okay.
Okay.
Okay.
- Wally Norman just phoned.
- Let me guess.
He's got a sore throat
and he can't do the show.
- Tonsils like a razor blade, he said.
Odd how everyone's come
down sick at the same time.
- They're not sick-sick, Egg.
They just don't want to be
associated with a failure.
I mean, look.
Event the worms are trying to get out.
- Mum, too, was being visited
Self-doubt.
- You know what we need?
- What?
- Expert advice.
- We'll be working on
the three imperative Ps.
Persona, presentation, and profile.
Mrs. L.
Stay with us.
As a last resort, if the
audience won't come to you,
we'll take you to your audience.
This is a caravan, right?
- With Sasha's three Ps in mind
Mum was ready to take the
radio station to the people.
- Persona, presentation, profile.
- Other words that
being with P: puncture.
And also pileup.
- For some
unexplained reason we Leonards
had a habit of breaking down
outside Streeton's car yard.
- Serendipity, Joy.
This is a perfect spot
for an outside broadcast.
Prime position.
Lots of passers-by.
Plenty of friendly people.
- This may come as a surprise to you,
but the data I've collected
points to one conclusion only.
First, you knew all about
Marjorie's telescope
and her motorbike.
- They are classic models.
- But there's more.
See?
You and Marjorie share the same
Roquefort.
- Well, yes, us and 65
million other French people.
- And, you share an uncanny likeness to
Marjorie herself.
- We do have the same moles, I guess.
- But my major breakthrough
came when I realised that
if you reassemble the letters
of your name, Joe Ramir,
you get...
- Marjorie.
- Which caused me to think
about the notion of reassembly,
which brought me to the conclusion
that you are in fact
the reassembly of
Marjorie's old molecules.
- How can that be?
- Well, Marjorie called it
comin' back to the stars, right?
Well, she musta been around the universe
at least twice by now.
- We both know that light
and time bend in space.
- Exactly, which means
that Marjorie's molecules
must've returned to Angelus
and rearranged themselves back into you.
- All right.
I'm Marjorie.
- Welcome back.
- Thanks, Phil, it's good to be back.
But wait one millisecond.
If Marjorie, a girl, was
rearranged into me, a boy,
then one day it will be your turn
for molecular rearrangement,
too, which means you--
- I could return as a girl.
- I don't know anything
about being a girl.
How can I function.
How can I work?
- Don't worry, Phil.
We'll carry out some
research, get you prepared.
- Research, right.
Let's do it.
- Listen to this.
I daren't to have to
wait a few more months.
Just got word.
We are heading to a
place called Long Thanh.
Looks like the last words Len wrote.
- 55 Hinckley Street.
Sheena's must be next door.
Perhaps not any more.
Shame.
So, can we go surfing?
- Wait.
Len wrote about a big, old
tree where they first met.
Definitely the right place.
This can't be happening!
- I should never have let you go.
You're my one and only.
- Change the channel, quick.
- Welcome back to VTV, where
it's nonstop Vicki Streeton,
all day, every day.
- You all right?
- I'm fine, totally fine.
- M-kay, well you're acting totally weird.
Perhaps you need a surf
to set you straight?
- I'm fine, but you go.
You can use my board if you like.
Maybe there's someone around here
that knows where Sheena's gone.
- Well, I'm going surfing.
- The thing
is, I had to find Sheena.
Maybe then I could get
Vicki out of my head.
- I'm going to need a
much bigger allowance.
Have you seen all this stuff
that girls need to buy?
Cleanser, toner, exfoliating
cream, moisturiser,
foundation, eyeshadow,
eyeliner, lip gloss.
- And look at all this crockery.
C cup, D cup, B cup.
Girls must drink a lot of tea.
- We're going to need some
real-life cases to do this one.
- And record them.
- I've asked around,
but no one's ever heard
of anyone called Sheena.
- There's no one in the computer
going by that name either.
- I don't know what else we can do
apart from hang onto the
letters in case Sheena turns up.
- But I've got to get rid of them.
They're messing with my head.
- There's one place that be worth trying
where large groups of senior citizens
are known to congregate each week.
- Two ducks on the water, 22.
Same age as your classic
sedan, Mrs. Nolan, 22.
- That's a good little
turnout here, Mr. Streeton.
Now, just a minor interruption--
- 11.
Legs 11.
That's how many interested buyers
I could find for you, Mrs. Nolan.
- If you don't mind.
Thank you, thank you ladies
and gent.
Some lost letters have come
into my Lockie's possession
and we're trying to find
the intended recipient.
So I'm just wondering if
there is a Sheila in the--
- Sheena.
Sheena.
- A Sheena in the hall this afternoon.
Maybe we could, jog your memory.
Lockie.
Lockie, maybe you could read,
read one of the letters.
Well, I'll leave it with you.
Thank you.
- My dear Sheena.
It's been three long
months since we parted
and I miss you more and more each day.
She's here.
- Who's here?
- Vicki.
- I thought you were lookin' for Sheena.
- I am.
- Lockie, it's me.
- Looks like
you've seen a ghost, Leonard.
- It
was right about this point
that I realised Vicki's ghost was real.
So I decided to say a civilised hello.
Unfortunately my legs
had a different idea.
- Lockie, wait.
- Vicki, hi.
Sorry about that, I just
wanted to catch Sarge before
he, um...
So, well, what are you,
what are you doing here?
- The one and only advantage
of a private school,
its long holidays.
- But I, thought
you liked your school.
- It's not all bad, I suppose.
- Don't ask about Josh.
Don't ask about Josh.
So, how's Josh going?
Aargh!
- He's good actually.
He'll be here soon, in Angelus.
You know, for a visit.
- Okay,
but visiting as what?
A friend, or more than a friend?
- So I thought maybe we could
catch up while I'm here.
You know, all three of us.
Yeah, Josh was definitely
more than a friend.
- Come on, Kitten.
No bargains to be had here.
This lot are all too healthy.
- Bye, Lockie.
- Sure, I'd love to catch up.
- And welcome to the dental
hour with Joybells Leonard
filling in for Wally Norman.
Not that you want fillings,
no way, not on your teeth.
Nope, teeth are, teeth are like cars.
Yes, teeth are just like cars.
If you take good care of them,
you'll have them forever.
I mean take our
car, Freda, for example.
- Hi, Egg.
- Hey, Vicki.
- How's it going?
- Good, yourself?
- Yeah, good.
You heard from Lockie?
- Um, not lately.
He's been spending a lot
of time with Mel, surfing.
I've been pretty busy with the radio.
- So how's it goin'?
- The best.
- No, don't waste
your money on a brand new car.
No, save it.
- That's unbelievable.
- You just spend your cash
on something much more important
like a washing machine
- I am a very patient man
but I want this ruckus out of here.
- Dad?
- I'm sorry, Kitten, but they're
scaring away my customers.
- Um.
- I want you gone by the morning
or I'll be lodging an official complaint
on the grounds of noise pollution.
- So the dental hour,
whiter than white and
brighter than bright.
And now
53 minutes of nonstop smile music.
- So, what's
it like to be a girl.
- Looking good, that's the key.
Then you'll have a much better chance
of finding a rich husband
to look after you.
And tennis, a girl should
be very good at tennis.
- Confidence and independence.
Never rely on anyone
else to get the job done.
Know what you want and go get it.
I never leave home without a
five-step plan up my sleeve.
- Girls need thick skin.
Especially when it comes to boys.
One minute they like you,
and the next they can't talk to you.
Not to worry.
Just move on.
- So much contradictory data.
How can being a girl
involve so many things?
- Well, the real difference
between boys and girls
is that girls have the
ability to multitask.
True.
We're always being asked to do
many things at the same time.
For example, although I have
three gorgeous children,
I also have to cook, and wash, and clean,
and 578 other things, and all the while
be sensitive to everybody's
individual needs.
- Inspiring, Mum.
Very, very uplifting.
- And very, very informative.
- Exactly what we need on the radio,
the real you, Mrs. L.
- He's right.
You're a brilliant girl.
You can talk to all the
other girls out there.
- Hello, welcome back to.
- Almost
straightaway Mum's new show
proved to be a hit.
Other moms all across
Angelus started tuning in.
And thanks to Phillip's
newfound multitasking skills,
Mum could devote more
time at the radio station.
- You gave up surfing for bingo.
When'd you get so old?
- Been tryin' to find Sheena.
When I find her, the first
thing I'll do is surf, promise.
It's just, these letters,
doing weird things to my head.
- M-kay.
I'll help you find Sheena,
if it'll make you act less weird.
- Thanks, but, I've pretty much done
everything that can be done.
- No you haven't.
- I haven't.
- Your mom runs a local radio station.
You're tryin' to find someone in town.
It's kinda obvious, really.
- There's no way I'm going on the radio.
- Fine.
Should I, hang onto this then?
- No,
dumb idea, abort, abort!
What if Vicki's here?
Or worse, with Josh?
- You ready?
- Yeah.
- And coming up soon
something special called multitasking,
a show especially for
all you girls out there.
- Do you know what?
I think I might get Mum to
read out the letters instead.
- What?
You're chickening out?
- No, but why hang around
here, when we can be surfing?
Come on.
And while Mum read Len's letters,
I managed to totally avoid Vicki.
For all of two seconds.
Vicki, hi.
- Hi.
- What a surprise.
Again.
- So you're the Vicki.
Heard lots about you.
- It's
been three long months
since we parted and I
miss you more and more.
- This is just Mel.
- We
have a caller already.
- Well, just Mel is just leaving.
It was nice to meet you.
You're shorter than I thought.
- Shouldn't you go after her?
- We've got a Sheena.
- My real name's Esme,
but Len called me Sheena.
It was his special name
for me, just between us.
- I don't get it.
You were at the bingo.
Why didn't you come forward then?
- I was doing the same thing
I've been doing for the past 40 years,
trying to kid myself that I was over Len,
that he was long buried in the past.
Turns out he's not.
- I'm sorry we read the
letters before you did.
- I've already read them.
Many times over.
- But I thought they fell off the boat.
- No, no, they were delivered all right.
Every day I'd wait for the postman
and I'd rarely be disappointed.
Then on 16th of August, 1966,
Len wrote threatening to take me
dancing on the beach
when he returned home.
It was the last letter I ever received.
- As it turned out
after Len was killed Sheena decided
she didn't want painful memories
sticking in her brain forever.
She'd hoped throwing them into the sea
would help her let go.
- Thank you for finding Len's letters.
Time tells us when to let
go of the ones we've lost
but that doesn't mean that we ever
need to forget them forever, does it?
- The heart never forgets, right?
- Thanks, Lockie.
Bye.
- Bye.
- Drinks to celebrate a
successful girl research.
- I'd love to, but I can't
drink raspberry cordial.
- This is a special occasion.
And Marjorie, you, love raspberry cordial.
- I can't drink it.
I react to the colouring.
It makes me toodle out.
- I guess that, that means that...
- I'm not Marjorie after all.
- Wanna go for a snorkel?
- Just Mel might give it a miss.
- What about a fruit smoothie?
- Just not that thirsty.
So just gonna stay home.
- Something wrong?
I had a bit of making up to do with Mel.
But at least I knew how to
make someone else happy.
- As for Vicki and me
- Some people are worth
keeping in your treasure
chest of memories forever.
We all have a memory, that
big hard drive in our brain
where we store all our files,
and we're always being taught
to remember stuff, right.
Facts, figures, names, places.
But how come we're never
taught how to forget?
How to erase the complicated stuff,
the ghosts that come back to haunt us.
Take the day Mel taught me snorkelling
and we dug up some buried
treasure from the past.
- Just a bunch of old letters.
Some treasure.
- There could be a clue in here
that could lead us to the treasure.
- You've been watching too much kid's TV.
- Dear Sheena.
War is crazy.
I dream of the day it
ends and we meet again.
- Dear Sheena.
Dear Sheena.
They're all for the same person,
and all written by the same guy, Len.
Wow.
He was keen.
- You're in my memory
always, waiting to appear.
Whenever I close my eyes
I'm back there with you.
- Puke.
You got any juice?
- I
can see you by your house
at number 57.
Under the big, old tree
where we first met.
Your smile so radiant.
Vicki Streeton!
What's she doing in my head?
I've been trying not to think
a single thought about Vicki for months,
ever since I met her new friend, Josh,
all perfect in a
private-school prefect way.
That day was the last time I'd seen Vicki.
- Goodbye, Lockie.
- Bye, Vickie.
And I've been trying to
forget her ever since.
So why is Vicki back to haunt me now.
- What about Vicki?
- What've you got there?
- A, treasure chest.
- Old letters we found in the ocean.
So what were you saying about Vicki?
- I didn't say Vicki.
- You just said Vicki.
- No, I said tricky.
Tricky, don't know what to
do with all these letters.
- Wartime correspondence.
'66, Vietnam.
Cataclysmic times.
- They, must've
been washed off the boat
that was delivering them.
- Good theory.
Faded address.
Well, you might wanna get
these back to, Sheena.
- Me, personally?
- Well, how would you feel if
someone close to your heart
suddenly disappeared from your life?
- Well, it was ages ago.
She's probably over it by now.
- The heart never forgets, Lockie.
- While
Sarge had me wrestling
with my conscience, Mum was wrestling
with everyone else's
shifts at the radio station
after they'd all called in sick.
- There just aren't
enough minutes in the hour
to learn all there is about
composting with worms.
Here's some nice, calming music.
I'm okay.
Okay.
Okay.
- Wally Norman just phoned.
- Let me guess.
He's got a sore throat
and he can't do the show.
- Tonsils like a razor blade, he said.
Odd how everyone's come
down sick at the same time.
- They're not sick-sick, Egg.
They just don't want to be
associated with a failure.
I mean, look.
Event the worms are trying to get out.
- Mum, too, was being visited
Self-doubt.
- You know what we need?
- What?
- Expert advice.
- We'll be working on
the three imperative Ps.
Persona, presentation, and profile.
Mrs. L.
Stay with us.
As a last resort, if the
audience won't come to you,
we'll take you to your audience.
This is a caravan, right?
- With Sasha's three Ps in mind
Mum was ready to take the
radio station to the people.
- Persona, presentation, profile.
- Other words that
being with P: puncture.
And also pileup.
- For some
unexplained reason we Leonards
had a habit of breaking down
outside Streeton's car yard.
- Serendipity, Joy.
This is a perfect spot
for an outside broadcast.
Prime position.
Lots of passers-by.
Plenty of friendly people.
- This may come as a surprise to you,
but the data I've collected
points to one conclusion only.
First, you knew all about
Marjorie's telescope
and her motorbike.
- They are classic models.
- But there's more.
See?
You and Marjorie share the same
Roquefort.
- Well, yes, us and 65
million other French people.
- And, you share an uncanny likeness to
Marjorie herself.
- We do have the same moles, I guess.
- But my major breakthrough
came when I realised that
if you reassemble the letters
of your name, Joe Ramir,
you get...
- Marjorie.
- Which caused me to think
about the notion of reassembly,
which brought me to the conclusion
that you are in fact
the reassembly of
Marjorie's old molecules.
- How can that be?
- Well, Marjorie called it
comin' back to the stars, right?
Well, she musta been around the universe
at least twice by now.
- We both know that light
and time bend in space.
- Exactly, which means
that Marjorie's molecules
must've returned to Angelus
and rearranged themselves back into you.
- All right.
I'm Marjorie.
- Welcome back.
- Thanks, Phil, it's good to be back.
But wait one millisecond.
If Marjorie, a girl, was
rearranged into me, a boy,
then one day it will be your turn
for molecular rearrangement,
too, which means you--
- I could return as a girl.
- I don't know anything
about being a girl.
How can I function.
How can I work?
- Don't worry, Phil.
We'll carry out some
research, get you prepared.
- Research, right.
Let's do it.
- Listen to this.
I daren't to have to
wait a few more months.
Just got word.
We are heading to a
place called Long Thanh.
Looks like the last words Len wrote.
- 55 Hinckley Street.
Sheena's must be next door.
Perhaps not any more.
Shame.
So, can we go surfing?
- Wait.
Len wrote about a big, old
tree where they first met.
Definitely the right place.
This can't be happening!
- I should never have let you go.
You're my one and only.
- Change the channel, quick.
- Welcome back to VTV, where
it's nonstop Vicki Streeton,
all day, every day.
- You all right?
- I'm fine, totally fine.
- M-kay, well you're acting totally weird.
Perhaps you need a surf
to set you straight?
- I'm fine, but you go.
You can use my board if you like.
Maybe there's someone around here
that knows where Sheena's gone.
- Well, I'm going surfing.
- The thing
is, I had to find Sheena.
Maybe then I could get
Vicki out of my head.
- I'm going to need a
much bigger allowance.
Have you seen all this stuff
that girls need to buy?
Cleanser, toner, exfoliating
cream, moisturiser,
foundation, eyeshadow,
eyeliner, lip gloss.
- And look at all this crockery.
C cup, D cup, B cup.
Girls must drink a lot of tea.
- We're going to need some
real-life cases to do this one.
- And record them.
- I've asked around,
but no one's ever heard
of anyone called Sheena.
- There's no one in the computer
going by that name either.
- I don't know what else we can do
apart from hang onto the
letters in case Sheena turns up.
- But I've got to get rid of them.
They're messing with my head.
- There's one place that be worth trying
where large groups of senior citizens
are known to congregate each week.
- Two ducks on the water, 22.
Same age as your classic
sedan, Mrs. Nolan, 22.
- That's a good little
turnout here, Mr. Streeton.
Now, just a minor interruption--
- 11.
Legs 11.
That's how many interested buyers
I could find for you, Mrs. Nolan.
- If you don't mind.
Thank you, thank you ladies
and gent.
Some lost letters have come
into my Lockie's possession
and we're trying to find
the intended recipient.
So I'm just wondering if
there is a Sheila in the--
- Sheena.
Sheena.
- A Sheena in the hall this afternoon.
Maybe we could, jog your memory.
Lockie.
Lockie, maybe you could read,
read one of the letters.
Well, I'll leave it with you.
Thank you.
- My dear Sheena.
It's been three long
months since we parted
and I miss you more and more each day.
She's here.
- Who's here?
- Vicki.
- I thought you were lookin' for Sheena.
- I am.
- Lockie, it's me.
- Looks like
you've seen a ghost, Leonard.
- It
was right about this point
that I realised Vicki's ghost was real.
So I decided to say a civilised hello.
Unfortunately my legs
had a different idea.
- Lockie, wait.
- Vicki, hi.
Sorry about that, I just
wanted to catch Sarge before
he, um...
So, well, what are you,
what are you doing here?
- The one and only advantage
of a private school,
its long holidays.
- But I, thought
you liked your school.
- It's not all bad, I suppose.
- Don't ask about Josh.
Don't ask about Josh.
So, how's Josh going?
Aargh!
- He's good actually.
He'll be here soon, in Angelus.
You know, for a visit.
- Okay,
but visiting as what?
A friend, or more than a friend?
- So I thought maybe we could
catch up while I'm here.
You know, all three of us.
Yeah, Josh was definitely
more than a friend.
- Come on, Kitten.
No bargains to be had here.
This lot are all too healthy.
- Bye, Lockie.
- Sure, I'd love to catch up.
- And welcome to the dental
hour with Joybells Leonard
filling in for Wally Norman.
Not that you want fillings,
no way, not on your teeth.
Nope, teeth are, teeth are like cars.
Yes, teeth are just like cars.
If you take good care of them,
you'll have them forever.
I mean take our
car, Freda, for example.
- Hi, Egg.
- Hey, Vicki.
- How's it going?
- Good, yourself?
- Yeah, good.
You heard from Lockie?
- Um, not lately.
He's been spending a lot
of time with Mel, surfing.
I've been pretty busy with the radio.
- So how's it goin'?
- The best.
- No, don't waste
your money on a brand new car.
No, save it.
- That's unbelievable.
- You just spend your cash
on something much more important
like a washing machine
- I am a very patient man
but I want this ruckus out of here.
- Dad?
- I'm sorry, Kitten, but they're
scaring away my customers.
- Um.
- I want you gone by the morning
or I'll be lodging an official complaint
on the grounds of noise pollution.
- So the dental hour,
whiter than white and
brighter than bright.
And now
53 minutes of nonstop smile music.
- So, what's
it like to be a girl.
- Looking good, that's the key.
Then you'll have a much better chance
of finding a rich husband
to look after you.
And tennis, a girl should
be very good at tennis.
- Confidence and independence.
Never rely on anyone
else to get the job done.
Know what you want and go get it.
I never leave home without a
five-step plan up my sleeve.
- Girls need thick skin.
Especially when it comes to boys.
One minute they like you,
and the next they can't talk to you.
Not to worry.
Just move on.
- So much contradictory data.
How can being a girl
involve so many things?
- Well, the real difference
between boys and girls
is that girls have the
ability to multitask.
True.
We're always being asked to do
many things at the same time.
For example, although I have
three gorgeous children,
I also have to cook, and wash, and clean,
and 578 other things, and all the while
be sensitive to everybody's
individual needs.
- Inspiring, Mum.
Very, very uplifting.
- And very, very informative.
- Exactly what we need on the radio,
the real you, Mrs. L.
- He's right.
You're a brilliant girl.
You can talk to all the
other girls out there.
- Hello, welcome back to.
- Almost
straightaway Mum's new show
proved to be a hit.
Other moms all across
Angelus started tuning in.
And thanks to Phillip's
newfound multitasking skills,
Mum could devote more
time at the radio station.
- You gave up surfing for bingo.
When'd you get so old?
- Been tryin' to find Sheena.
When I find her, the first
thing I'll do is surf, promise.
It's just, these letters,
doing weird things to my head.
- M-kay.
I'll help you find Sheena,
if it'll make you act less weird.
- Thanks, but, I've pretty much done
everything that can be done.
- No you haven't.
- I haven't.
- Your mom runs a local radio station.
You're tryin' to find someone in town.
It's kinda obvious, really.
- There's no way I'm going on the radio.
- Fine.
Should I, hang onto this then?
- No,
dumb idea, abort, abort!
What if Vicki's here?
Or worse, with Josh?
- You ready?
- Yeah.
- And coming up soon
something special called multitasking,
a show especially for
all you girls out there.
- Do you know what?
I think I might get Mum to
read out the letters instead.
- What?
You're chickening out?
- No, but why hang around
here, when we can be surfing?
Come on.
And while Mum read Len's letters,
I managed to totally avoid Vicki.
For all of two seconds.
Vicki, hi.
- Hi.
- What a surprise.
Again.
- So you're the Vicki.
Heard lots about you.
- It's
been three long months
since we parted and I
miss you more and more.
- This is just Mel.
- We
have a caller already.
- Well, just Mel is just leaving.
It was nice to meet you.
You're shorter than I thought.
- Shouldn't you go after her?
- We've got a Sheena.
- My real name's Esme,
but Len called me Sheena.
It was his special name
for me, just between us.
- I don't get it.
You were at the bingo.
Why didn't you come forward then?
- I was doing the same thing
I've been doing for the past 40 years,
trying to kid myself that I was over Len,
that he was long buried in the past.
Turns out he's not.
- I'm sorry we read the
letters before you did.
- I've already read them.
Many times over.
- But I thought they fell off the boat.
- No, no, they were delivered all right.
Every day I'd wait for the postman
and I'd rarely be disappointed.
Then on 16th of August, 1966,
Len wrote threatening to take me
dancing on the beach
when he returned home.
It was the last letter I ever received.
- As it turned out
after Len was killed Sheena decided
she didn't want painful memories
sticking in her brain forever.
She'd hoped throwing them into the sea
would help her let go.
- Thank you for finding Len's letters.
Time tells us when to let
go of the ones we've lost
but that doesn't mean that we ever
need to forget them forever, does it?
- The heart never forgets, right?
- Thanks, Lockie.
Bye.
- Bye.
- Drinks to celebrate a
successful girl research.
- I'd love to, but I can't
drink raspberry cordial.
- This is a special occasion.
And Marjorie, you, love raspberry cordial.
- I can't drink it.
I react to the colouring.
It makes me toodle out.
- I guess that, that means that...
- I'm not Marjorie after all.
- Wanna go for a snorkel?
- Just Mel might give it a miss.
- What about a fruit smoothie?
- Just not that thirsty.
So just gonna stay home.
- Something wrong?
I had a bit of making up to do with Mel.
But at least I knew how to
make someone else happy.
- As for Vicki and me
- Some people are worth
keeping in your treasure
chest of memories forever.