All language subtitles for Rock Island Mysteries s01e08 Hurricane Jonah

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 just look

outside the window?

Because honey's filling in at work this
week and I promised we'd watch.

Oh, it's... He's sweating.

Clear skies for Rock Island today. A
beautiful sunny day for the relaunch of

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 top -notch 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
mass challenge and the gherkin eating

festival and... And we need to meet
Misha and Lila.

We're talking to Misha, right? Cricket
all -rounder and friend of Highland

Misha, 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,
okay?

I'll see you at the game.

Bye, Nan. Bye, love.

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

Visualization.

I visualize myself crushing my opponents
until they beg for mercy, then crushing

them further, leaving them weeping in
the dust.

I think I'll edit that last bit out.

What?

Is that rain for me?

Oh, no.

See you next time.

Bye.

Come on, let's go take down those
mainlanders.

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

Sunny and sunny. 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.

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 aside.

Bit of help, Ellis?

No way!

You know, honey, 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

Don't you think it's strange that the
last time I had this...

Well, the last time there was a
hurricane, there was a cricket match.

There was something in Uncle Charlie's
journal about hurricane with a

personality. Guys, we don't have time.
You need to get inside before I

prioritize 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.

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

I wish.

It's erratic. Moving in one direction
and then another.

Like it keeps changing its mind.

Okay, let's sit tight and hope the
journal's okay.

I'm sure it'll be fine. Maybe a little
damp by now. And in New Zealand!

But, 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 port

save 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.

In training, vids can't compete with the
personal drama of the island's leading

influencers 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 iron somewhere, if you want
it. This will pass, Ellis.

My friends, I need to tell you all
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

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.

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

little tablet.

My phone! It's alive!

Please let the journal be okay, too.

We've got to go.

It's not too far away.

Any idea on how long the eye will last?
It could be ten 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.

Ten minutes?

I can do that. Me too.

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

Or it could just be ours.

It's probably me. And I plan to stay
here safe in the comfort of my own

Smell you later, Ella.

All righty -a -bitches. Ella's time.
Just me and Mum. Any thoughts?

The eye of the storm is eerie. Better
than the nose of the storm. Would not

to be hit by a hurricane booger.

This is no time for jokes.

But when it is, don't 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 a shelter from the storm.

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.

Accept 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.

There's no electricity.

Relax.

It's just a statue.

Just FYI, weird statues in deserted
houses are not relaxing.

Oh, this guy looks like... Absolutely no
one. I

think the signal is coming from below

us. In the basement, maybe? The
basement?

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

Okay. We'll be back in a minute.

It's not watching you.

It's just a statue.

to Misha's sports tips.

What are the tips for hurricane life
number seven? How to keep fit. All you

is a clear space.

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 Mr and Lila.

Maybe they can find something at the
milkshack library.

You're not going to believe this.

My bag!

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 me.

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.

If they happen to us, we have to get out
of here.

No complaints from me.

It won't open.

The pressure differential.

In normal speed? 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 sounds a little
straightforward for Rock Island. Uncle

once said that if the house behaved
strangely, it's because the owner had

unfinished business when he died.

Got the DL. I'm 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?

Yeah, 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 ball, and your

main job is bringing drinks onto the
ground.

That was 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

he stormed off down to the beach.

Then a hurricane hit the island.

Jonah was laughing, yelling at the
hurricane to go away.

And was never seen again.

They called off the mask 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 wait at the fridge as a prize.

Now you're talking.

Wait here.

Shut up.

Okay. 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.

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

a person's energy.

You 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 missed out playing, got angry.

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

In the basement, he did toss the bath
away.

More like threw the matter.

Maybe we do that then.

Do what exactly?

We have to get rid of all this.

Why do 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.

And 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.

Misha gets crazed when she can't
compete.

Jonah clearly loves the game.

Maybe he wasn't trying to throw his cup
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.

We want to play with you. This is so
humiliating. I'm just glad no one's here

see me.

Lila and I are watching.

And you look ridiculous, FYI.

Nori and Ella Corbett, I'll team with
you, Jonah.

Do you want a bowl?

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

This never happens when we play soccer.

Misha, give us the rules.

It's indoors, so you play with a tennis
ball. No tape, no LBW on the first ball,

tippity -run, one hand, one bounce, and
hitting the wall on the floor is six and

out.

I understood 10 % of that.

Who wants the ball first?

It's just the wind.

And the game's underway!

Nori hits it, the ball's picked up.

And that's...

We are ready for the last ball of the
game. Taylor and Jonah are one run

Ellis grouch to bat.

Let's do this, Jonah!

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 Macy when she wins
something.

Maybe turn us 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 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

happened because some 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 practice.

We've got a big game coming up, people.

the series.