Script – Season two =================== Episode 4 --------- *(music)* :Father: There was a third member of our family. Your sister. Mera. You must search for her. :Neri: Mera. --------- :Zoe: There must be some way we can find Neri’s sister. :Brett: Maybe we could put an ad in the paper under missing persons. :Vanessa: Yeah. “Wanted – girl who fell to earth in space pod.” Great. :Brett: Well, I don’t know. :Jason: Holidays coming up. At least we can get to the mainland. :Froggy: Yeah, check out the locals. :Zoe: Talk to people. :Brett: Somebody must have found that pod. :Vanessa: And HELEN could help us do a records search. :Froggy: If we can get her to access them. :Vanessa: You can if anyone can. So what are you waiting for? --------- :Froggy: Come on, HELEN. :Mick: Hey, buddy! How’s it going? :Froggy: Busy. :Mick: You must get pretty hungry doing all that brain work. :Froggy: Thanks. :Mick: Maybe you could do me a favour, too. :Froggy: Like what? :Mick: You and that computer – I heard you can make it do just about anything you want. :Froggy: Her, Mick. Her name’s HELEN. :Mick: Yeah. What if someone wanted to see their school report? :Froggy: They’re coming out today anyway. :Mick: Yeah, I know. I just want to see it. :Froggy: Well – I can give it a try. Michael Byrne. Wow, you really messed up this term. :Mick: Bad, huh? :Froggy: Real bad, look at that. :Mick: Yeah, I’ll take your word for it. What if someone wanted to – fix a report like that. :Froggy: No way. :Mick: No way. Too bad, ’cause – my mom’d get really mad. And you know what’d happen then? :Froggy: No. :Mick: No? I’d get really mad. :Froggy: Sorry, Mick. :Mick: Remind me never to do you a favour, Froggy. --------- :Brett: Mum, Neri’s sister has to be out there somewhere, doesn’t she? :Dianne: I’m not sure, sweetie. I hope so. I am still just trying to convince myself this is all actually happening. :Winston: The incredible is never easy to believe, Dianne. But we did see it with our own eyes. :Sam: You guys ready? :Dianne: Yep, won’t be a minute. :Winston: I shan’t be joining you today. I’m taking some sonar equipment on one of the shark cats to run some tests. :Sam: So, it’s just you and me then. :Dianne: Yep, I can stand it if you can. :Sam: Let’s go then. Sooner the better. Who knows, we might even find something on the way. :Dianne: I’m sorry? :Sam: Ah. I’ve got a little deal going with one of the mining companies. If I find any good mineral deposits, I’m on a percentage commission. :Dianne: And – does commander Byrne know this? :Sam: No. I’m certainly not on ORCA for the pittance she pays me. And I’m certainly not here for the social life. This way I can get the extra cash I need for my own new boat. And when that happens, you won’t see me for dust. :Dianne: And you expect me to cooperate? :Sam: Well, it’s not going to kill you, is it? It’s all in the line of your work. :Dianne: What sort of things do you expect to find? :Sam: Oh, I don’t know. But I’m due for a bit of luck. This going? :Dianne: Yep. :Sam: What’s that thing? :Brett: Nothing. :Sam: Why are you hiding it behind your back? :Dianne: Come on, captain, if you want to earn that new boat by the end of the century. --------- :Rocky: The guy’s got a uranium super-charger on his rocket. Only he doesn’t realize that the bad guy’s got a plutonium super-charger. Or was it the other way around? :Jason: Rocky – :Rocky: Yeah? :Jason: I don’t want to know. :Rocky: What’s eating you? :Jason: I’ve got to get out and about. :Rocky: What for? :Jason: I’ve just got to get off ORCA sometimes. You know what I mean? But it’s getting hard since the commander cancelled our boat access. :Rocky: Well, what about the old zodiac? The one round the back of the pontoon. :Jason: That old thing? That was decommissioned ages ago. :Rocky: I could fix it. :Jason: Yeah. :Rocky: No, dead set. My dad taught me to strip all kinds of motors. And hey, we could get off ORCA as much as we wanted. :Brett: Hi, Rocky. :Rocky: Hi. :Jason: What’s up? Rocky, why don’t you go and have a look at that new boat now. I’ll be up in a minute. :Rocky: Alright. :Brett: You’ve got to get rid of this thing. Everyone’s asking questions. :Jason: Okay. --------- :Rocky: It’s pretty beat up but there’s not too much wrong with it. Gonna give me a hand? :Jason: Sure. But first I want to take one of those wave runners out. A final fling. We don’t need them any more do we? :Rocky: Nope. This’ll get us anywhere we want to go. *(music)* --------- :Jason: This is yours. You’d better put it somewhere where no one can find it. Neri – about Mera. It was a long time ago. Anything could have happened to that pod. A storm – :Neri: I know you will find her. :Jason: We’ll do everything we can. *(music)* --------- *(Beeping)* :Jason: Any luck? :Brett: No. :Froggy: HELEN’s tried the navy and the coast guard. Nothing. :Vanessa: It doesn’t look good, Jason. :Jason: Let’s just keep trying. :Vanessa: What next then? :Brett: The newspapers. :Jason: Yeah. If she was found there would have been reports. Froggy? :Froggy: Not bad. Access newspaper records, HELEN, for previous subject reference. :HELEN: Yes, Froggy. :Vanessa: What are we going to do if this doesn’t work? :Jason: Search me. --------- :Brett: Mum’s going to hate me. No, first she’s going to kill me. Then she’s going to hate me. :Kimberley: Sometimes bad school reports aren’t as bad as you expect. :Brett: Yeah, well, mine are always worse. :Vanessa: I’m not worried. I studied. :Mick: Oh, listen to the genius. :Vanessa: You think you’ve got problems. Froggy saw his results on HELEN. They’re so low, you’d need a sonar to find them. :Brett: Yeah? :Vanessa: Can’t wait to see what commander Byrne says about her sweet little boy then. She’ll probably feed him to the sharks. :Kimberley: You know, it couldn’t happen to a nicer guy. --------- :Joanne: Has anyone seen my brother? :Vanessa: Rocky was with Jason. Maybe they’re in the lab or something. :Joanne: Thanks. Fingers crossed for this afternoon. :Brett: Oh, I think I feel sick. --------- :Joanne: Oh, sorry. I was looking for my brother. :Winston: I don’t think that’s me. :Joanne: No, I didn’t mean to interrupt. :Winston: Oh, no, no. Oh, please! Please! I need an extra hand. Could you hold this? :Joanne: Sure. :Winston: There. You are most kind. Perhaps one day evolution will catch up and provide an extra hand for more complex tasks. :Joanne: More arms. More legs. Where would it stop? :Winston: Suction pads for our fingers? :Joanne: Like an octopus with a fashion problem. :Winston: You have a twisted sense of humour. :Joanne: Thanks. :Winston: You’re also an excellent assistant. :Joanne: Thanks. So, what are we working on? :Winston: A portable side scan sonar unit. Very powerful. For our geological survey of the ocean floor. :Joanne: What do you have to do next? :Winston: Hook it up to a boat and see if it works. :Joanne: Can I go with you? :Winston: I thought you wanted to find your brother. :Joanne: No hurry. If I wouldn’t be getting in your way I – :Winston: You’re hired. Perhaps you could expand your theory on octopus fashions while we go out there *(laughing)* --------- :Forsyth: Ah, Dr. Hellegren. I have something for you. Enhance and synthesize the image. :Hellegren: This creature looks human. :Forsyth: Not only that, from the bone structure, we can safely say – it’s female. :Hellegren: It is the girl. The girl from the sea. --------- :Joanne: Are you all right? :Winston: Yes. But I’ll let you into a little secret. I’m not very good on boats. :Joanne: Really? :Winston: I’m a land creature. The swiftestazelle on the beach has no legs at all on the ocean. :Joanne: Well, it doesn’t matter. You’re so good at everything else. :Winston: Thank you. Now, we’ll just give this a test run and see if it works. It’s all right, Joanne. It’s just a whale. Beautiful, isn’t he. :Joanne: Yes. He’s not coming up. :Winston: Oh, they can stay down for a long time. We’ll let the towed array out now. :Joanne: I’ll give you a hand. :Winston: Thank you I’ll check the monitor. :Joanne: Aaah! :Winston: Joanne! Joanne! Joanne! Joanne! Joanne? Hey, Joanne! I can’t see you. I can’t see you. Joanne. Ah, Neri. Thank goodness. She’ll be all right. Thank you. :Joanne: What happened? :Winston: You hit your head. You’ll be okay. :Joanne: I was in the water. You saved me. :Winston: Oh, no. I, I – well, you see – --------- :Brett: Yes! I don’t believe it! I’m having this framed. :Mick: That good, huh? Give me a look. Ohhh. :Brett: My report! :Mick: Gee, sorry. :Byrne: Michael! I’ve just read your report. And I must say I got a shock. :Vanessa: This is gonna be heaven. :Byrne: It is extremely bad. :Mick: I’m sorry, mum. I tried. :Byrne: Yes. Well – I know you can do a lot better than this. But obviously, settling in here has been a lot harder on you than I thought. :Mick: Yeah. Really hard. :Byrne: After all, making new friends takes a lot of time and energy. And that’s important, too. So we’ll just forget about it, shall we? And I’m sure you’ll make up for it next time. --------- :Jason: Don’t worry. Guys like Mick, sooner or later, get what they deserve. :Brett: I wish it was sooner. :Sam: Thanks. :Dianne: Yeah, thank you, captain. :Jason: That bad, huh? :Dianne: Worse. Phillips is an obstinate, pig-headed – I only had to say to him “go to port” for him to immediately go to starboard! :Jason: Well, Rocky’s fixed up that old zodiac. Means we can get away without any hassles. :Dianne: Jason, I don’t want to hear about it, all right? I don’t want to hear another word about boats for the rest of the day! --------- :Froggy: Come on. Yes! Got it! --------- :Winston: Of course, I couldn’t tell her it was Neri who saved her. So, unfortunately, I’ve become Joanne’s hero. Totally under false pretences. :Dianne: Winston – have you run through these scans you did yesterday? :Winston: No, not yet. :Dianne: Look at this. How the image suddenly enhances. :Winston: Wait. That must have been the exact time that Neri arrived. She would have been directly – and look how it reduces back again. :Dianne: Are you saying that Neri’s presence enhances the readings? How? :Winston: I don’t know. Perhaps something in her physical make up magnifies the effect of our equipment. But there’s the proof. :Dianne: Winston, you see what this means? If we can get this kind of detail and depth, we could reduce the survey time by half. :Winston: You mean – get Neri to help us? :Dianne: Yes! Why not? :Winston: Why not indeed. Who’s going to ask her? --------- :Vanessa: A baby. A baby girl! :Froggy: HELEN matched the newspaper article. The right time. The right place. :Brett: What does it say? :Vanessa: Not much. Somebody found a baby floating in the ocean. :Jason: Is there a name? :Vanessa: Johnny Mack. A fisherman from cape tribulation. Hey, that’s just up the coast. :Brett: School’s finished. We can go there tomorrow. :Vanessa: But can we find him? :Jason: We’ve got to find him. This is it! This is our lead to Mera. --------- :Hellegren: There is no doubt about it. She is the thing communicating with the whale. :Forsyth: But the distances involved – :Hellegren: I know. It cannot be verbal. Perhaps some kind of mental telepathy. :Forsyth: That would be extraordinary, doctor. :Hellegren: Everything about this girl is extraordinary, Mr. Forsyth. That is why, wherever she is, I want her. *(music)* --------- :Fisherman: You kids going to say something or are you going to stand there all day? :Jason: We were looking for Johnny Mack. :Fisherman: What would you say to him if you found him? :Jason: We heard he might know something about a baby girl. She was found floating out on the coast a long time ago. :Fisherman: Why would you want to know about that? Even if it was true. :Brett: It’s important. We promised a friend we’d find out. :Fisherman: Well, that’s different then. Friends have a right to know. Now that you mention it, I did hear Johnny Mack tell a story once. He was out fishing. He used to go out fishing every day just before sun-up. But this day – everything was still. No fish were biting. Like there’d been some big ruckus. He just couldn’t figure it out. And then, out of nowhere, this – thing bumps into his boat. And you know what Johnny Mack found inside? :Jason: A baby? :Fisherman: As beautiful as a frangipani bud. All by herself. *(music)* :Fisherman: That was years ago. She was a white girl. The authorities came and took foster family. :Jason: You never saw her again. :Fisherman: Johnny Mack never saw her again. That’s all I can tell you. :Jason: Thanks. We’d better get going. :Fisherman: Like I said. Friends have a right to know. That little girl. She was a bit different. :Jason: If she met Johnny Mack, she’d want to say thanks for all the help. :Fisherman: If I see Johnny, I’ll be happy to pass on the message. --------- :Jason: Neri! She made it, Neri. She survived the landing. :Neri: Where is she? :Brett: The authorities took her. :Jason: Well, at least we know she’s somewhere. :Vanessa: And we can start looking for her properly. :Neri: Yes. Now we will look for her. We’ll find her. And then we will bring my little sister home!