Buried Treasure Lockie Leonard

# 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 that far away

# Ooh... #

OK, 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 took me snorkeling, and we dug up some buried treasure

from the past.

Just a bunch of old letters!

-Some treasure!

-Whoa.

There could be a clue in here that'll lead us TO the treasure.

You've been watching too much kids' 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 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, Vicky.

'..and I've been trying to forget her ever since.'

So why is Vicki back to haunt me now?

What about Vicki?

-Oh, what have you got there?

-A, er...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 to know what do with all these letters.

Wartime correspondence.

'66 Vietnam.

Cataclysmic times.

They, must have been washed off the boat that was delivering them.

Faded address.

You might want to get those back to, er...Sheena.

Me? Personally?

How would you feel if someone close to you disappeared from your life?

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'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. Argh!

OK. OK.

OK.

-CLEARS THROAT

-Wally Norman just phoned.

Let me guess. He's got a sort 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.

Look, even the worms are trying to get out!

Mum, too, was being visited by a ghost from the past -

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.

BANG

Other words that begin with P? Puncture.

And also, pileup.

SHE GASPS

We Leonards had a habit of breaking down outside Streeton's Car Yard.

Serendipity, Joy.

This is the 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.

First, you knew all about Marjorie's telescope

and her motorbike.

They are classic models...

But, there's more.

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?

-Marjorie called her column Back To The Stars, right?

She must have been around the universe at least twice by now.

And we both know that light and time bend in space.

Exactly.

Which means that Marjorie's molecules must have 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.

"Our dance will have to wait a few more months. Just got word -

"we're heading to a place called Long Tan."

Looks like the last words Len wrote.

55 Hinkley 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 non-stop Vicki Streeton, all day, every day.

You all right?

-I'm fine. Totally fine.

-OK!

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 girls need to buy?

Cleanser, toner, exfoliating cream, moisturiser, foundation,

eye shadow, eye-liner, 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 heard of anyone called Sheena.

There's no-one in the computer

I don't know what else to do, apart from keep the letters

in case she turns up.

I've got to get rid of them - they're messing with my head.

Once place is worth trying - where large groups of senior citizens

congregate each week.

Two ducks on the water - 22!

Same age as your classic Sedan, Mrs Nolan - 22.

It's a good little turn out, Mr Streeton.

-Just one interruption...

-11.

Legs 11. That's how many interested buyers I could find, Mrs Nolan.

SARGE CLEARS HIS THROAT

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.

-I'm wondering if there is a Sheila...

-Sheena. Sheena.

A Sheena in the hall this afternoon.

CHATTERING

Maybe we could jog your memory. Lockie.

Lockie, maybe you could read one of the letters.

I'll leave it with him.

Thank you.

LOCKIE CLEARS HIS 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 looking 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, er...

So, what are you... What are you doing here?

One and only advantage of a private school - longer 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?

'ARRRRGH!'

He's good, actually. He'll be here soon, in Angelus.

You know, for a visit.

'OK. But visiting as what? A friend, or more than a friend?'

So I thought maybe we could catch up while I'm here - all three of us.

'Yeah. Josh was definitely more than a friend.'

Come on, Kitten. No bargains here. This lot are all too healthy.

Bye, Lockie.

Sure, I'd...love to catch up.

And welcome to the Dental Hour with Joy Leonard,

filling in for Wally Norman.

Not that you WANT fillings, no way, not on your teeth!

No... Teeth are...

Teeth are like cars.

Yes. Teeth are just like cars.

If you take good care of them, you'll have them forever.

Take our car, Freda, for example...

-Hey, Vicki.

-How's it going?

-Good, yourself?

-Yeah, good.

You heard from Lockie?

Not lately. He's spending a lot of time with Mel, surfing.

I've been pretty busy with the radio.

-So how's it going?

-The best.

-JOY:

-No, don't waste your money on a brand new car. Save it.

Spend your cash on something much more important...

-like a washing ma...

-I am a patient man but I want this out of here!

-Dad?

-Sorry, Kitten, but they're scaring away my customers.

-Er...

I want you gone by the morning or I'll lodge 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 non-stop smile music.

# This is a happy song

# It makes us smile And feel good inside

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 do the job.

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.

Some much contradictory data.

How can being a girl involve so many things?

Well...

the real difference between boys and girls...

is 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, thank you.

-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 straight away, Mum's new show proved to be a hit.

Other mums, all across Angelus, started tuning in.

And thanks to Phillip's new-found multitasking skills,

Mum could devote more time at the radio station.

You gave up surfing for bingo.

When'd you get so old?

Been trying to find Sheena.

When I find her, the first thing I'll do is surf, promise.

It's just...these letters. they're doing weird things to my head.

OK. 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 mum runs a local radio station.

You're trying to find someone in town. It's kind of obvious, really.

There's no way I'm going on the radio.

Fine.

Should I hang on to this, then?

'No. Dumb idea. Abort! Abort! What if Vicki's here?

'Or worse, with Josh?'

-All right?

-Yeah.

And coming up soon,

something special called Multitasking.

A show for all you girls out there.

MUSIC PLAYS

You know what, I think I might get Mum to read out the letters.

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.

-JOY:

-Someone very special looking for someone very special.

-Ah.

So you're THE Vicki. I've heard lots about you.

-JOY:

-"It's been three months since we parted. I miss you..."

Oh, this is just Mel.

-JOY:

-Oh, we have a caller already.

Well, just Mel is just leaving. It was nice to met 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 done 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.

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 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 the ones we've lost, but...

..that doesn't mean we ever need to forget them forever, does it?

The heart never forgets, right?

Thanks, Lockie. Bye.

Bye.

A drink to celebrate a successful girl research.

I'd love to, but I can't drink raspberry cordial.

This is a special ocassion.

And Marjorie - you - love raspberry cordial.

I can't drink it. I react to the colouring.

It makes me too loud.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, I guess that... that means that...

I'm not Marjorie after all.

Want to go for a snorkel?

Just Mel might give it a miss.

What about a fruit smoothie?

JUST...not that thirsty.

So JUST going to 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.'

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