♫ Worlds away from anyone
♫ They were burning themselves out in the sun
♫ Worlds away from anyone
♫ They were burning themselves out in the sun
♫ There was just enough to get them far away
♫ Ooh
♫ Ooh ooh ooh
- [Lockie] 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.
(mellow guitar music)
(Mel scoffs)
- Just a bunch of old letters.
Some treasure.
- Whoa, there could be a clue in here
that could lead us to the treasure.
- You've been watching too much kid's TV.
♫ I know you'll be just fine
- 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?
- [Lockie Voiceover] 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.
(slow piano music)
And I've been trying to forget her ever since.
So why is Vicki back to haunt me now.
- What about Vicki?
- Oh, what've you got there?
- A, uh, 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.
- (scoffs) No, I said tricky.
Tricky, don't know what to do with all these letters.
- Wartime correspondence.
'66, Vietnam.
(sniffs) Cataclysmic times.
- They, uh, must've been washed off the boat
that was delivering them.
- Good theory.
Faded address.
Well, you might wanna get these back to, uh, 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.
- [Lockie Voiceover] 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.
Oh!
I'm okay.
Okay.
- Ah, 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.
- [Lockie] Mum, too, was being visited
by a ghost from the past: self-doubt.
- [Egg] 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?
♫ Come on
♫ I'm back to where I came from
- [Lockie] With Sasha's three Ps in mind
Mum was ready to take the radio station to the people.
- Persona, presentation, profile.
(metal crashing)
- [Lockie] Other words that being with P: puncture.
And also pileup.
♫ Ready to go
♫ Come on!
- Oh!
- [Lockie] 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.
(suspenseful music)
Ah, see?
You and Marjorie share the same
favourite smelly cheese: 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.
(tender music)
(gasps) This can't be happening!
- I should never have let you go.
You're my one and only.
- [Lockie] Change the channel, quick.
- Welcome back to VTV, where it's nonstop Vicki Streeton,
all day, every day.
- Oh.
- 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.
- [Lockie Voiceover] 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, uh--
- 11.
Legs 11.
That's how many interested buyers
I could find for you, Mrs. Nolan.
(Sarge clears throat)
(Sarge sniffs)
- If you don't mind.
(quirky music)
Thank you, uh, thank you ladies and gent (clears throat).
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.
(ladies murmuring)
Oh, maybe we could, uh, jog your memory.
Lockie.
Lockie, maybe you could read, uh, read one of the letters.
Well, I'll leave it with you.
Thank you.
- (clears throat) 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.
- [Mr. Streeton] Looks like you've seen a ghost, Leonard.
- [Lockie Voiceover] 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.
- (sighs) Vicki, hi.
Sorry about that, I just (inhales)
wanted to catch Sarge before he, um (clears throat)...
So, well, what are you, what are you doing here?
- The one and only advantage of a private school,
its long holidays.
- But I, uh, 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.
- [Lockie Voiceover] 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.
- [Lockie Voiceover] 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,
oh, 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.
(chuckles) I mean take our car, Freda, for example.
- [Vicki] 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.
- (chuckles) No, don't waste your money on a brand new car.
No, save it, hm.
- That's unbelievable.
- [Joy] 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
(switch clicks)
53 minutes of nonstop smile music.
♫ This is a happy song
♫ Makes us smile
♫ Feel good inside
- [Phillip] 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.
♫ This is a happy song
♫ We're glad that
- 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.
- Oh.
- 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.
(dramatic music)
- Hello, welcome back to (fades under voiceover).
- [Lockie] 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.
- [Mel] 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, uh, hang onto this then?
- [Lockie Voiceover] No, dumb idea, abort, abort!
What if Vicki's here?
Or worse, with Josh?
- You ready?
- Yeah. (clears throat)
- And coming up soon
something special called multitasking,
a show especially for all you girls out there.
(rock music)
- 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.
- Oh, so you're the Vicki.
Heard lots about you.
- [Mum On Radio] It's been three long months
since we parted and I miss you more and more.
- Oh, this is just Mel.
- [Mum On Radio] Oh, 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.
- Oh, 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.
- [Lockie Voiceover] As it turned out
after Len was killed Sheena decided
she didn't want painful memories
sticking in her brain forever.
(tender music)
She'd hoped throwing them into the sea
would help her let go.
♫ How we be
♫ Is how we be
♫ You should try
♫ Try it on
♫ What will be
- 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.
♫ Try it on
♫ What will be
♫ Is what will be
- Drinks to celebrate a successful girl research.
♫ Just let it roll
♫ Like a rolling stone
- 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.
♫ She's home sweet home
- Oh.
- I guess that, that means that...
- I'm not Marjorie after all.
♫ She's home
♫ She's home sweet home
- 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.
(upbeat music)
♫ You saved me
♫ Like you somehow owed me
♫ Passion now
- [Lockie Voiceover] As for Vicki and me
♫ Flowing in my veins
- [Lockie Voiceover] Some people are worth
keeping in your treasure chest of memories forever.
♫ Breathless days can sit alone in silence
♫ You brought me sun and took away the rain
♫ Honestly it's not a phase
♫ You pick me up
(upbeat rock music)
♫ Ooh
♫ Ooh ooh ooh
♫ Boy is breaking
♫ Underneath the weight of strain
♫ Oh ho ho
♫ Worlds away from anyone
♫ They were burning themselves out in the sun
♫ Worlds away from anyone
♫ They were burning themselves out in the sun
♫ There was just enough to get them far away
♫ Ooh