Original subtitles

- Hey, book nerd! - Hey!

We've got a match to get to.

Sorry, Nori. Time got away from me.

Before the cricket match, let's check the weather report.

Why not look outside the window?

Because Sunny's filling in at work and I promised we'd watch.

- Oh, uh, it's um... -He's sweating!

..uh, clear skies for Rock Island today.

Um, a beautiful sunny day for the relaunch

of the historical Island versus Mainlanders cricket match.

The first time it's been held in 50 years.

More after the break.

Why hasn't the match been held for 50 years?

I'm not sure. I know the last time they tried to have one,

it was called off because of a hurricane.

Well, I for one can't wait to see

some topnotch serving and volleying.

You're thinking of tennis.

That's right. Cricket's all about hitting a home run.

Nope, that's baseball.

Got it.

You know what? This could become

one of my favourite events on the Island calendar.

Except maybe the Science Fair, and the Maths Challenge,

and the Gherkin Eating Festival, and...

AND...we need to meet Meesha and Lila.

We're talking to Meesha Rai!

Cricket all-rounder and friend of Island Life!

Meesha, what does today's match mean to you?

Everything. I've been training for this my whole life.

Well, that's the last customer gone,

so I'll leave you girls to it.

When you're done, make sure you lock up, OK?

- I'll see you at the game. - Bye, Nan.

- Bye, love. - See ya.

Tell us how you prepared for this all-ages game.

Visualisation.

I visualise myself crushing my opponents

until they beg for mercy, then crushing them further,

leaving them weeping in the dust.

Heh...

I...I think I'll edit that last bit out.

- What...? - Heh...

Is that rain coming?

Oh, no!

♪ It's a curious situation

♪ A strong case of speculation how

♪ It takes more than intuition

♪ To work the situation out

♪ It's right before your eyes Can you feel it?

♪ It's right between the lines Try to reveal it

♪ So look until you find All of the pieces

♪ Put them together

♪ Now you see it

♪ Rock Island Mysteries.

Come on! Let's go take down those Mainlanders...

I thought Sunny said it was going to be fine and sunny.

'Sunny' and 'sunny'. It's gold!

The sky shouldn't be doing that.

We have a sudden, severe weather warning for the island.

A low-pressure system has formed out of nowhere

and is travelling with high gusts of wind.

Um, I've now just got word

that today's cricket match has been cancelled.

Stay inside, everyone.

Especially Taylor and Lila, if you're watching.

- It can't be cancelled! - Dad mentioned me!

Now he just has to name-drop my channel

for some cross-promotion!

This is the biggest storm I've seen

in my whole weather reporting career

that, admittedly, only started today.

-Please stay inside. - Bit of help, Ellis!

No way! You heard Sunny. We have to stay inside!

Storms are cold and violent.

And rain makes my hair frizzy!

This is one wild storm.

That's because it's more than a storm. Look!

Everyone must seek refuge inside.

This storm has just grown into a Category 5 hurricane.

A hurricane?!

I repeat, this is a hurricane warning for all of the island.

Don't you think it's strange that the last time

they had this cricket match there was a hurricane?

Or the last time there was a hurricane, there was a match.

There was something in Uncle Charlie's journal

about a hurricane with a personality.

Guys, we don't have time.

You need to get inside before I prioritise my own safety

and lock you out!

- My backpack! - Taylor!

I'll get you a new backpack!

It's not the backpack, it's what's inside!

Uncle Charlie's journal!

Uncle Charlie trusted me with that.

I'm sorry, but it just wasn't safe.

He's right.

Hurricanes are like my intestines -

wild and unpredictable.

Urgh!

Ellis, can you see where the hurricane's heading?

I wish. It's erratic.

Moving in one direction, then another.

Like it keeps changing its mind.

OK, let's sit tight and hope the journal's OK.

I-I'm sure it'll be fine.

It may be a little damp by now and in New Zealand...

..but fine.

Yes, Dad, we'll stay inside.

I've been in contact with Taylor, and she's safe.

If the hurricane tears through the building,

I don't think a furniture fort will safe us.

It's so I can keep training.

Here, you can get some good shots of me.

Sorry, but Dad said he'd mention my channel,

so my numbers are going to spike!

And training vids can't compete with the personal drama of

the island's leading influencer stuck in a tropical cyclone.

Did you just say 'compete'?

Hurricanes normally give you a few days' notice.

Time to build shelters, store food, draft wills.

I've got an orange somewhere, if you want it.

This will pass, Ellis.

My friends, I need to tell you both something.

I wouldn't have become the person I am without you.

You don't need to do this now.

But maybe now is all we have and...there's so much unsaid.

- I think the storm's... - I just love you all so much!

..stopped.

Awkward!

We love you too, but it's time to go find the journal.

Maybe hold that thought.

This calm is only temporary. I repeat, temporary.

The eye of the storm is travelling across the island.

Do not think that this storm has passed.

You must stay inside.

And be sure to click on This Island Life

to hear the world debut of Lila Gray's new song,

A Tribute to the Storm.

Good old Lila. In every crisis, an opportunity.

I have to go.

It won't be long until we're back in the heart of the storm.

Eye of the storm, heart of the storm...

Next you'll be telling me the storm has a butt.

It may not have a butt, but it makes plenty of wind.

And who knows where that wind put your backpack?

Well, if the storm had ears,

maybe you could call and ask it.

That's it. You're a genius!

That's what I've been saying! But...which part was genius?

My phone's in the backpack with the journal.

I can track its location using Ellis's tablet.

My phone! It's alive!

Please let the journal be OK, too. We've gotta go.

That's not too far away.

Any idea on how long the eye will last?

It could be 10 minutes or an hour,

depending on the speed of the hurricane.

But this hurricane isn't playing by the rules.

It's a rebel, like me.

10 minutes? I can do that.

Me too.

This place is getting a kind of claustrophobic, lived-in smell.

Or it could just be Ellis.

It's probably me.

And I plan to stay here, safe,

in the comfort of my own aromas.

Smell you later, Ellis.

Alrighty, a bit of Ellis time. Just me and my many thoughts.

♪ I...

♪ I am in the eye of the storm

♪ But can I look into its heart?

♪ Rock Island What mysteries you have... ♪

The eye of the storm is eerie.

Better than the nose of the storm.

Would not want to be hit by a hurricane booger.

This is no time for jokes!

But when it is, I'll be stealing that one.

Looks like it's just up ahead.

The storm is coming back even earlier than I thought!

If this map is right,

the backpack and journal are inside that house.

Someone must have found it and taken it inside.

Not in there. No way!

We need to shelter from the storm.

Hello! Anyone there?

I don't think anyone's lived here for a long time.

You're really not selling this place to me as a shelter.

Nothing can make me go inside.

Except that!

Hey, you changed your mind again.

I figured it would be safer

inside this isolated, dark house that's full of cobwebs.

And now it's making creepy noises too. Yay!

There's no electricity.

Relax. It's just a statue.

Just FYI,

weird statues in deserted houses are not relaxing!

Ooh! This guy looks like...

..absolutely no-one famous.

I think the signal's coming from below us.

- In the basement, maybe. - The basement?

Nothing good happens in the basement. I'm staying here.

OK, we'll be back in a minute.

It's not watching you. It's just a statue.

Seriously?

Hi! Uh, welcome to, uh, Meesha's Sports...Tips.

Lila tips for hurricane life, number seven.

How to keep fit. All you need is a clear space.

Hmph!

OK...

Safe to say this house was not owned by a cleaner.

Cricket bats?

Participation ribbons. No trophies.

Poor guy.

Jonah Healy.

Wait, that's the same person as the statue.

No trophies, but he had a statue made of himself?

Sounds like someone wanted to be

better at a sport than he was.

I can't find out anything about him online.

We should text Meesha and Lila.

Maybe they can find something at the Milk Shack library.

You're not going to believe this!

My bag!

The journal.

But...who put it there?

As long as I don't look away, you'll keep being a statue.

Not funny, Nori!

Let's get out of here.

Nori's just playing a joke on you.

Total prankster. It's funny!

They just fell off the rack!

They wouldn't have fallen off by themselves.

And no-one else is down here.

But...what if they did?

What if the same thing happened to my backpack?

That would mean...

This house is haunted!

This house is the worst.

These were rolled with dangerous intent!

Same thing happened to us. We have to get out of here.

No complaints from me!

It won't open.

- The pressure differential. - In normal speak.

The wind is trying to suck the door through the door frame.

Meaning we're trapped in here.

- Ellis, what do we do? - The only thing we can do.

What are we looking for, exactly?

A way to expel the evil poltergeist. No offence, sir.

There's no such thing as a haunted house.

A haunted house does sound a little...

..straightforward for Rock Island.

Uncle Charlie once said that if a house behaves strangely,

it's because the owner had unfinished business

when they died.

Hey, Lila. What did you find out?

I got the DL on Jonah Healy.

I found it first.

He was on the Island cricket team

when they played the Mainland - eight times.

The same game that was meant to be played today?

Yes, but, as I alone discovered,

each time, he was the 12th man.

They didn't want him on the team.

You're not allowed to bat or bowl, and your main job

is bringing drinks onto the ground.

Sounds fun!

Not if you love playing. I go crazy when I can't play.

In 1972,

Jonah was so upset about getting 12th man

for the eighth year running, he stormed off down to the beach.

Then a hurricane hit the island.

Jonah was last seen yelling at the hurricane to go away...

..and was never seen again.

They called off the match out of respect.

Over the years they tried to revive it two more times

but, get this, both games were cancelled

because of hurricanes.

Thanks. You're the best.

- Better than Lila, right? - Seriously?

It was a tie. I gotta go.

Let's raid the fridge as a prize.

Now you're talking! Race you there.

Ooh! Meesha!

OK, I have a theory.

That puts you 50 steps ahead of me.

This house isn't haunted, and Jonah isn't a ghost.

That's what I've been saying all along.

Jonah is more like the hurricane.

Exactly! W... What? No!

That's even worse! Why can't he go back to being a ghost?

It says here that on Rock Island, a storm can sometimes

be the manifestation of a person's energy.

We know he was angry when he was missing out.

The storm stopped today's cricket match

and other matches.

The storm led us here

and gave us all these signs about cricket.

He's trying to tell us something.

He has unfinished business.

We have to figure out

what was Jonah's unfinished business, and do it for him.

Maybe he wanted to give up cricket.

He'd missed out playing. Got angry.

Maybe he wants us to get rid of all of it.

In the basement, he did toss the bats away.

- More like threw them at us. - Maybe we do that, then.

Do what, exactly?

We have to get rid of all this.

Why did we need to bring this thing?

So Jonah can see what we're doing.

We're being attacked by cricket balls!

And now the door's locked.

I think I was wrong. Very wrong!

- I think we just made him mad! - Screaming helps. Trust me.

Let's go over it again.

Jonah never got to play cricket and then got caught in a storm.

And now he's messing with us.

With cricket ball hail.

Meesha gets crazed when she can't compete.

Jonah clearly loves the game.

Maybe he wasn't trying to throw his stuff away.

Maybe he wants us to use it so he has a chance to play?

Let me get this straight.

You want to play cricket, down here, with a storm?

Have you got a better idea?

I really wish I didn't have to say this, but...

..no.

Agh!

OK, Jonah, if you can hear me, we want to play with you.

This is so humiliating.

I'm just glad no-one's here to see it.

Ah, Lila and I are watching.

And you look ridiculous, FYI.

Nori and Ellis will bat.

I'll team with you, Jonah. Do you want to bowl?

- I think that's a yes. - I think that's the storm.

This never happens when we play soccer.

Meesha, give us the rules.

It's indoors, so you play with a tennis ball.

No tape, no LBW on the first ball,

tippety-run, 'one hand, one bounce',

and hitting the wall on the full is six and out.

I understood 10% of that.

Who wants to bowl first?

It's just the wind.

And the game's underway!

Nori hits it, but the ball's picked up!

And that's...

..a runout?

Well done, Jonah!

We are ready for the last ball of the game.

Taylor and Jonah are one run ahead.

Ellis Grouch to bat.

Ellis, lose the wicket,

make Jonah happy and we can all go home.

Don't worry, I was born to lose.

Let's do this, Jonah!

And Taylor comes in to bowl ...

Now? You win something now?

The rules are clear.

Despite Jonah's catch,

hitting the wall scores six points,

which means...

..Taylor and Jonah lose.

I won.

I never win at sports.

I won a game of sport. I won!

He's worse than Meesha when she wins something.

Hmm...

Maybe tone it down a little.

You just beat a very cranky hurricane.

I'm sorry if that made you mad, Jonah.

I can lose again if you give me another chance.

The storm's stopped.

Does that mean his business is done?

Only one way to find out.

Later, Jonah!

The hurricane vanished as quickly as it arrived.

The cricket match will be rescheduled to next week.

Thanks to work for letting me fill in.

I might be back again one day.

It's hard to believe

there was a hurricane just a little while ago.

And it happened because a guy missed out on playing cricket.

When it's your passion, that energy has to go somewhere.

Speaking of which,

I think Jonah would want his bat to go to someone

who understood his passion.

So let's practise! We've got a big game coming up, people!

♪ Rock Island Mysteries.