Original subtitles

[twinkling music]

[twinkling music]

(birds chirping)

- That book has got to be in here somewhere!

- Yeah, but it's like the piles are growing!

The books are multiplying!

I hate to be the one to say it,

but I think your great uncle might've been a hoarder, Ruby.

- Keep looking! - Ugh!

I gotta get home. Finish tomorrow?

- No way! Ben said Tom's book

has everything I want to know about the well.

I wanna read it now!

We only have one pile left to look through.

- Yeah, but that one's a super-hoarder pile.

That's, like, nine normal human piles.

- Which just means so much more to discover?

- Remember: you've got a first impression

to make at school tomorrow.

Small town. Nowhere to hide!

Later.

- Mm. See ya.

(sighing)

(door opening and closing)

What are you?

(mysterious music)

How did I miss this?

(Donnel): That day in 1851,

Boatswain Fulham thought me a fool to carry such a load.

"Don't they have rocks in the new country?" he joked.

But if he'd known what I do about these stones

and their magic,

how they bring life wherever they go,

he would have stayed here in Emerald

just to witness it.

- Hey. What're those?

- Donnel O'Reilly's old records. I just found them.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

- The Donnel? First O'Reilly to come over?

- Yep.

- Wow!

I barely knew anything about him.

I mean, your grandad grew up here,

but he left as fast as he could to join the air force.

- Why do you think that was? - Probably a Tom thing.

He was not the easiest guy to get along with.

- Maybe some people fit in here and some don't.

- Dibs when you're done. - Mm-hmm.

- Don't stay up too late. School night.

- Mm-hmm.

Ah! Oh no!

No, no, no, no, no.

I'm late!

Dad, have you seen my books?

Dad!

- Morning. - Morning.

Oh! I need some water.

- No! Ruby, don't use the! - Ah!

- Tap.

(water spewing)

Water pump's busted.

Here.

I found out the hard way, too.

- It's okay! I can get changed and still make it on time.

I just have to skip breakfa--ahh! Oh!

- Oh.

- Oh!

Hi there, little guy!

(gasps)

Aw! How cute are you?

- No! Not cute! It's a pest.

- Mm.

Doesn't he remind you of somebody?

You know from our "before" life?

(mouse squeaking)

- Yeah.

- Hi, Clayton. - Hi, Clayton.

- Bye, Clayton. - Bye, Clayton.

- I gotta go!

(gentle music)

(birds singing)

(brakes squealing)

(enchanted music)

- Oh, I really don't have time!

(mystical music)

(whooshing)

(tense music)

(man): I wish I knew where to start.

(enchanted music)

(sighing)

- You are vintage,

my sludge-spewing friend.

This is going to be fun.

Yeah! You're right, Pete.

This is actually not a lot of fun.

Um, if you have that part in stock, I...

Six weeks?

Because you don't keep imports in stock. Okay.

Uh, I will call you back. Thank you.

- Need a hand?

- Prefer a miracle, if you've got one.

- Sorry! Um... Hi, guys! I was...

Ugh! - What happened to you?

Oh, come here. - Oversleeping happened, thanks.

And then I stayed up half the night reading

a bunch of old papers. But it just turned out

to be the record of my ancestor's journey here.

- Still not what you're looking for.

- No. Oh! But...

I do have some late-breaking well-related news.

(both): Another wish!

(enchanted music)

- This could do the work.

(birds chirping)

- Oh, you really know your way around this place, huh?

- Yeah. I helped Old Tom a lot.

Maybe, uh...

maybe you could use some help around this place?

- Does it look like I need help?

- Oh, I could, uh, start next week.

- See you then. - Ah! Awesome.

(sighing)

(car starting)

- Thank you.

- Is that him? The nephew? - Daniel.

You can see the family resemblance.

- Yeah! It's like lookin' at Old Tom, time-machine style!

So I hear it's him, his girl and...?

- I think it's just the two of them. Divorced, maybe?

- If he's anything like Old Tom: that guy was a trifecta

of cranky, crusty and crab-by!

Hello. - Hi.

Hi, Ava. How are you? - Hi, good.

Daniel, this is Lucy LaFontaine.

She owns the flower shop next door.

- Good to meet you. Ah, we're at the O'Reilly place.

Did you know Tom? - Yeah.

Tom ran over my dog, so...

Kidding!

He threatened a lot but never actually,

honk, honk, pew!

Do you like dogs, Daniel?

- Very, very much. - Are you sure?

Or are you a lying liar like Old Tom?

- So, Daniel, what do you need?

- Uh, I have, uh, an old V&K

service pump that kinda went... (mimicks explosion)

- How'd that happen? - Uh, I guess I was crazy enough

to turn the tap on. - You mean the old well's

producing again? - Not a chance. That thing

dried up years ago. You mean your rainwater tank.

- Uh, right! Yeah. Yeah.

Um, yeah, you know more about my place than I do.

- You know, those old V&Ks are like tanks.

You probably don't need to replace the whole pump,

just a new filter. - Yeah. Okay. Great!

Um, makes sense. I should get a filter, then.

- What size? - Um...

That's, uh, that's-that's a good question.

I... I don't know, offhand.

I'm going to, uh, double check.

I'll be right back. - Okay.

- He'll be back when he, "uh," Googles it.

(chuckling)

- So, there was a bunch of stuff with a kid,

but the voice was an older guy.

- That's cool! Any clue on when it happened?

- Yeah, that'd help us narrow down who...

And we lost her.

- That's the shirt the kid had,

except it had a different shamrock,

it was different lettering and the colour was different?

- So, not like this shirt at all.

- Still, it said Emerald Junior Track and Field Champs.

- Eighteen possible years here. (school bell ringing)

It's okay. It's a start.

- Ruby? Come on! Class.

(mysterious music)

- Gum.

Hats off! - You got this, Ruby.

Really? Put that finger back where it belongs.

Ruby O'Reilly? - Uh-huh.

- Hi, Ruby. Welcome. - Thanks.

- Remember: students are like dogs. They can smell fear.

Just don't show any and you'll be fine. Okay?

Class! Settle, please.

This is Ruby. She's new,

and she's going to tell us about herself.

- Uh, um...

Um...

my family just moved here.

- And what do your parents do?

- Uh... my dad's in between stuff at the moment,

but now we have the orchard,

so I guess he's gonna be an apple guy.

(chuckling)

- And your mom?

- Uh...

my mom she, um...

she was, uh, an author. Kids' books.

- And now?

- And now she's, uh...

She's not.

(students whispering indistinctly)

- Okay, then! Welcome, Ruby.

Your next assignment: personal hero.

A five-minute presentation on someone you admire.

Due Monday.

- Okay...

Second time is the charm.

- There he is! You know what you need now?

- Yeah. Pretty sure.

- Inlet, outlet? - Three-quarter inch. Female.

- Iron? - Let's go brass.

- Brass it is.

- Ten gauge or twelve gauge?

- Uh, that's a... that's a tough one. Um...

Trying to remember now. I...

Uh...

- Take your time.

Twelve.

- You sure? - Yeah. Twelve.

- Hm. - Thanks.

- No problem. - Great!

Nice to meet you.

(bell on door ringing)

- The shamrock's the school logo,

so the version you saw has to be in here somewhere.

I got 'em all the way back to the '70s.

- Mmm... Uh, that's it!

1982! - That was easy.

- Based on what I saw of him, he looked around 12 in 1982.

- Um...

that's a lot of feathered hair.

- Maybe check the events section? Clubs?

- Track and field.

They won that year. Is he there?

- Hard to say. I didn't see his face.

- Any other clues?

- Books! There were books in my vision.

- Uh... here's a read-a-thon fundraiser.

- Wait. Wait him. He's wearing the shirt!

- It says Foster "Book-Man" Brody.

- Mr. Brody! The librarian!

Story time at the library was so fun.

Mr. Brody made the books seem so real,

practically lived at the library until it got shut down.

- Really? - It was so sad.

I guess people stopped supporting it

and everyone just started caring more about themselves.

(brakes squealing)

- So he packed up and cocooned at his house.

Frozen in time since his wife... you know.

- We haven't seen him since. - Until now.

Hey, Mr. Brody!

- Oh, Sam Price! - Yeah.

- Look at ya! You're a weed, lad.

And... Mina.

- This is Ruby, just moved here.

- Ah! A Ruby in Emerald.

How lucky! Um, what can I do for ya?

- Um, hi, Mr. Brody.

Sam and Mina said you might be able to help me.

I found some stuff from my great-great-great...

great-grandad, Donnel O'Reilly.

- Oh! The original O'Reilly.

He came here around 1850, didn't he?

- Ah, 1851.

Uh, Sam said you might have an old map from around then?

It'd be really cool to see it.

- One old map?

(birds chirping)

I can do better than that.

Now, this one shows when they put in Little Main Street.

The rest of the town grew up around it.

- What is this here? Is it a treasure map?

- Ooh! Good eye.

Yeah. Found that years ago.

I spent a long time trying to figure it out.

- Where'd you get it from?

- Well, I have a theory.

See that? "A. R."?

I believe it means Abbott Radcliff.

Legend.

Scoundrel.

Adventurer.

Prankster.

(chuckling) - I love him already.

- 1880s.

Led a life of adventure

and he left a trail, bad debt.

He settled here thinking no one would find him.

Radcliff, uh, was a lover of literature,

close personal friend of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, even.

- That's the Sherlock Holmes guy!

- He spent the last of his fortune

to build our library.

They say he died penniless.

Or... did he?

- You think he left a treasure.

- So the story goes.

- And no one's found it? - No.

He did not make it easy.

This map is as mysterious as he was.

(enchanted resonating music)

- It should be easy. The map's just

of Little Main Street and it says "X marks the spot."

- Yes. Exactly.

- But there's no X. - Again, exactly.

And I have been over and over this map

and nothing.

- Well, maybe we can help.

- Well, can't do any worse than I did!

If only I knew where to start.

(mystical music)

This is a fool's errand, kids.

I mean, I-I've been through this a dozen times.

- Well, that's why we need you here!

To tell us what not to do.

Uh, this must be the "olde fount"

in front of the library. We start here!

- Yeah. That's what I thought. Repeatedly.

- Great! Let's hit it then. There.

- Where do you think we're going with all this, Sam?

Back in time? - Hey!

Mr. Brody gave me this stuff from the lost and found

forever ago.

It's cool! Okay?

- Those scratched-up old things.

Yeah, I remember those.

I used to think those had something to do with this.

It's just another blind alley.

- Well, maybe it'll be different this time.

Okay. "Hello, treasure hunt detective

of clear mind and fresh perspective.

Ye bold and bravest start their quest

with 30 paces to the west."

We got this!

(all): One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten,

11, 12, 13, 14, 15,

16, 17, 18, 19, 20.

(water trickling)

- Ah!

Oh!

(sighing)

(birds chirping)

(clattering)

(sighing)

(soft music)

(woman): A little brown mouse had a pang in his tum.

He really liked cheese, but where to get some?

He went to a house and then gasped, what is that?

Grey hair and sharp teeth,

there sat a cat.

- Better luck next time, Clayton.

- We don't got this.

- There was not an X on the street anywhere.

- I don't get it. It seemed so simple.

Is there anything left we didn't try?

- Sorry, kids. I got your hopes up.

- You're not done already, are you?

- Well, it's been fun.

Now you carry on if you like.

And, uh, good luck with it.

- Thanks for the drink. - Thanks.

Why would Radcliff leave a map that leads to nowhere?

Where's that X?

- We're missing something.

(soft music)

Hey, Dad. Why the face and what's with this?

- Big fight with the water pump. It won.

- So this is still...?

- Yeah. Don't worry. I'm recharging for round two.

- Why don't you ask for some help at the shop?

- Because Old Tom's not-so-delightful reputation

precedes me.

Not making a lot of friends here so far.

(phone chiming)

Sounds like you are, though.

- Sam and Mina are awesome!

Just like my dad.

One big difference between you and Tom...

- He's dead?

- Two differences:

people like you!

Once they get to know you.

And I know you best.

And I actually love you, so...

- Go figure. - I know, right?

(enchanted resonating music)

(upbeat mysterious music)

(all panting)

- Ruby! Are you gonna tell us where we're going?

- Um...

- What are we doing? - Just a hunch.

Wait till we get to the top!

- X marks the spot.

- As seen from above. "Fresh perspective."

(chuckling)

- It was here the whole time, but I-I never saw it

because it was full of water.

- So, if X marks the spot, then where's the treasure?

- It's gotta be in there. Sam, give me the crowbar.

(grunting)

Oh! Heavy.

(all): Whoa.

- It's the treasure. - Wow!

- Unbelievable. - Look.

(scoffing)

I can't believe it!

- I'm starting to get why Old Tom was so cranky!

(clears throat)

- I didn't hear an answer so, uh...

Sorry to sneak up on you, but I should never

have sold you the twelve gauge. Wrong era.

It's giving you trouble, isn't it?

- Eh. Not anymore.

- You know my dream about bobbing for money?

- That's so gross. Do you know how dirty money is?

- I don't care! It's a fortune

in some kind of crazy Irish cash.

I mean, it's probably worth, like--

- A few bucks on eBay. - What?

- Yeah. Apparently, it's worthless.

Except maybe to a collector, but even then...

- You're kidding.

- No, that doesn't make any sense!

- Actually, it does.

I saw it in my great-great...

great-grandad's letters. Happened to him, too.

- Huh? No! But it's--

- Donnel said that when the English took over Ireland,

they made it worthless.

That's one of the reasons why he moved here.

- Well...

Thank you all for trying.

- No! - Wait! Don't go!

- No, no. It's... I'm okay.

- Wait! What about the money, then?

- It's yours. Keep it as a souvenir.

- So, did we at least solve the wish?

- Yeah. No.

Uh... I don't know.

- Love what you've done with the place.

(chuckles) - Yeah.

Spider webs are big this year. (laughing)

- I mean the house.

It's already much nicer than when Old Tom lived here.

- Yeah, well, I'm not Old Tom.

- Okay.

You get it primed up and I'll test the pressure.

- Okay.

(birds chirping)

- We've got water!

This is cute.

Who's the artist in the family?

- Uh, it's, uh... my wife.

- Your... ex?

- Uh, no, no. I'm not divorced.

She, uh...

she passed away.

- Listen, Not Old Tom. That's my new name for you.

I started over once, too.

Different situation,

but I know you don't need small town gossip

deciding who you are for you.

So, won't happen again...

Not Old Tom.

(chuckling)

(phone vibrating, chiming)

- Hey! Uh, it's me. Uh, and something...

- Isn't right. I know! It's been bothering me, too.

- Okay, here's what I don't get. The money got devalued

in the 1850s, right? When Donnel got here.

- Yeah. - Okay,

but if Abbott Radcliff got here in the 1880s,

that's 30 years later.

So, he would've known that the money is worthless

and so would anybody who found it.

- So why would he need to hide it?

That is weird!

- It's just like the map:

X marks the spot, but no X.

Maybe Radcliff is having another laugh

on a way to another clue.

So that would mean that the money is just another clue!

- Check the chest again.

And maybe look for, uh, I don't know numbers,

or symbols, or maybe...

I don't know, something engraved?

- How 'bout a hidden compartment?

- What? No way!

What's in it? What's in it?

- A key! - Whoa. What?

That's so treasure hunt-y!

- There's this weird... thing on the end of it.

An X.

- That must mean something!

- Yeah.

Means X marks the spot.

We're gonna find it.

- Oh, man! That's so awesome! That's so cool!

What is it?

- No idea.

- I think I might know where to find out, though.

This store has been here, like, 150 years.

This is from way before we got it.

This is a logbook of every key that's been cut here.

Let's see... Let's go to the section

for June 1890.

- "Robert J. Henderson, North Barn, Eagle double-sided.

Henry P. Jacobs, Cabinet, Skeleton."

- Let's see. No way! X!

823.8.

Carl B. D. Baffotti?

- That's it! A custom key in the shape of an X.

August 1889. That's totally when Radcliff was here!

- But who's Carl B. D. Baffotti?

- That name sounds made up.

- Maybe it's code. Um, try reading it backwards.

- Ittoffab D. B. Lrac?

Yeah, that sounds like a whole lot of nothing.

- That's the right idea! It's an anagram.

- Yeah, when you mix up letters to make new words.

Yeah, let me help. Uh, spray some here.

- Yeah.

- Okay, here we go. Um...

Bob...

Bob cat fa... flirt.

No, um... Barb Calf Dot... Fit.

Ah! Oh Crab Tad Fob Lift.

Um... - Abbott Radcliff.

- Abbott...

Yeah. I was... I was gonna say that next.

- 823.8.

- Maybe it has to do with the eighth hour

of the 23rd day of the eighth month?

Like, I-I think, like, an encrypted date, or...

- Actually, I'm thinking it's more straightforward than that.

- Really? - What?

- 823.8 that's a Dewey Decimal System number.

Ah, you wouldn't know, you're too young,

but these numbers put library books into categories.

- That number's connected to books?

- Yep. There's a whole section of 'em.

We gotta go to the library and have a look.

One of them is bound to be a clue,

or a message, or something.

- Yeah, but the library's boarded up. You can't go in.

- No. You can't go in.

At least, not until now.

Let's go find us a treasure.

Here we are.

(door closing)

- Wow. I haven't been in here since I was, like, seven.

- Same here.

- Gorgeous as ever.

- Uh, the code?

- Easy!

823.8:

Classic... adventure.

(exhales)

- Could be any of these.

- Huh. The Robert Louis Stevenson Treasury.

The Explorers Club.

This one's stuck. - Ah, I'm not surprised.

No one's touched these in years.

Let's do this in order.

We'll go through the oldest stuff first.

Nothing in Dickens.

- Or Melville.

- Or Verne. - Or Stevenson.

Weird. All the books slide out except this one. What give--?

(keys jangling)

- What's-- - Shh!

(keys jangling)

(door rattling)

(gasping)

(footsteps approaching)

- Really?

Foster.

Come on, man. What are you doing in here?

(sighing)

Poor Mr. B.

- You'll be saying poor Ruby tomorrow

if you don't get your project done! Now focus!

- This is so frustrating!

Every time we get close to finishing the wish, bam!

Another road block! - Did I mention you should get

your project done?

Why not do something on those papers you found?

- Yeah, I could. But...

- Focus! Do your project.

Say it with me: project. - No.

- Say it! Pro-ject.

- Project.

- Ruby.

- I gotta go! - Okay, do your project, bye!

- Bye.

- Rough day?

I think I might have something for that.

(Ruby chuckling)

Remember the mouse we saw in the kitchen?

You read this one lately?

- The one where he gets the cheese.

Read it to me?

- Yeah. Come on. Scooch in.

Okay.

"There was a little grey mouse who had a pang in his tum"

- Just the last part...

with Clayton and the cat, like Mom used to.

- Right.

Okay.

(sighing)

(soft music)

"He went to a house and then gasped, what is that?

Grey hair and sharp teeth,

there sat a cat!

I'll never get past a cat larder guarder!

Or so the mouse thought, until he thought harder."

And then you would always say...?

- Go, Clayton! You can do it!

(chuckling)

- "He got an idea, a good one to try.

Clayton sang out a sweet lullaby.

The cat became drowsy. It started to snore.

The mouse saw his chance and ran through the door.

(sniffling)

He scooped up some cheese bits, some firm and some runny.

And filled up the gap in his little mouse tummy.

This mouse has advice...

Always think twice."

- "To Ruby and Dan.

Because they know they can."

- Your mom always knew how to make us feel better, huh?

Good night. - Good night.

(soft music)

Mice who think twice.

(sighing)

- Hi! (laughing)

Hi! What is this?

- Yes.

Just enough time.

- I can't, Ruby. I'm done.

- But I think I have it figured out this time!

- Yeah. So do the police.

I have keys, but it's public property

and if I trespass again...

(wing chimes jingling)

- "It's...

it's never too late to be whoever you want to be.

There's no time limit."

- F. Scott Fitzgerald.

- My mom used to read about him to me.

(birds chirping)

"I... I hope you see things that startle you.

I hope you feel things you've never felt before."

- I'll get my coat.

We tried this already. You couldn't get the book out.

- Because it's not supposed to come out.

What did the map say again?

- X marks the spot.

- Look.

- Whoa.

(mysterious music)

Original manuscripts.

- "To a great mind, nothing is little."

That's Sherlock Holmes.

- Original Arthur Conan Doyle.

In the master's own hand.

Now, this is treasure.

- What's in there?

(scoffing) - It's from Radcliff.

"Salutations, lovers of maps and mystery.

I leave you this treasure discovered,

original Sherlock Holmes manuscripts,

hand-written by my old chum, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Yours to honour, revere and preserve

for time immemorial."

- That sounds like the job for a librarian.

Good thing we have one handy.

Oh, man. I am so late.

- ... from the incomparable Eat It to his magnum opus,

Another One Rides the Bus, no hero compares to the one,

the only. Alfred Matthew "Weird Al" Yankovic.

(clapping, students snickering)

- Thanks, Sam. That was very... you.

- Ruby. That was your one free tardy. You're up.

- Um...

So, uh, this is about someone in my family,

someone who did amazing things.

Um...

(whispering): Personal hero is my mom.

(students whispering indistinctly)

(soft music)

My mom died last year.

M-my mom was an amazing person.

She wrote about how beautiful life is.

About everything.

Stories that make you notice things

you just stopped noticing.

Like how beautiful the rain can be.

- It's March!

- That's what she always said stories were:

ways to help us remember what we have, and...

to help us make sense of things that don't always make sense.

Like how flowers can be such a happy thing.

Except when they're not.

My mom is gone.

(sniffling) But she still helps me

and my dad live.

And that's why she's my...

My personal hero.

- Here are some documents for you to sign, Foster.

That one's just a waiver of finders' entitlements.

Says what you found officially belongs to the town.

- Of course.

- This contract says that in consideration

of your public service, that you are...

...the librarian again.

In aeternum.

For good, okay?

- Yep. Thank you.

- Mr. Brody, this is awesome. - Yeah.

- I, um...

feel so good to be home again.

I don't know how to thank you kids.

Oh, actually...

maybe... maybe I do have a way.

Just, uh...

stay tuned, okay?

- Another mystery?

- Oh, hi, Mr. O'Reilly.

- Hi. I hear you all have something to do with this?

- Uh... maybe. (laughing)

I'll see ya later. - Yeah. See you.

- See ya.

- Look at him, Dad. We helped him today.

Just like Mom always did for us.

- You learned from the best.

- Yeah.

(Ruby): It's funny, isn't it?

Treasure has a way of hiding in plain sight:

a rare manuscript, your dream job.

Or even... a little mouse.

And all you have to do to see them

is to open your eyes in a new way.

Subtitling: difuze