Foreign Exchange (2004) s01e25 Episode Script

1
(upbeat music)
(bright guitar music)
- Hey, that's good, Tara.
You really captured the feel of the place.
Spooky.
- Are you pretending to know
something about art, Brett?
- I know what I like,
Tara, and I like that.
- I'm capturing the spirit of renewal.
Life, death, and life again.
- Amazing.
That's exactly how I
would've described it.
- Don't you have a job to do?
- Brett, I need some fresh turpentine.
Would you, please?
- Service with a smile.
- You are such a doormat.
- She likes me.
- In your dreams.
Come on.
I have something to show you.
(bouncy music)
Look at this.
- Yeah, I'm looking.
- Well, they're all
O'Keeffes, eight generations.
- So?
- So, the last one, Declan
O'Keeffe, died in 1887.
- Hannah, is there a point to all this?
- Well, don't you think it's
a shame that Aonghus O'Keeffe,
the actual school founder,
isn't buried on the family plot?
- I don't suppose it bothers him.
- You know, they don't really
know what happened to him.
It would be kinda nice
to solve the mystery once and for all.
Especially since it is the
school's hundredth anniversary.
- [Tara] Brett!
- Coming, Tara!
- Oh.
Doormat.
(bright guitar music)
- [Meredith] Hey, give
that back, it's private!
- Wise beyond her years,
Merrily could see immediately
that her step brother Blake
was attracted to Anna,
the exotic newcomer from The Emerald Isle.
(laughs)
What's this?
Sounds like Brett.
- It's just a story.
- Her own brother Dwayne
could be a bit thick.
Is that me?
Are you calling me thick?
- You're violating my private property.
Jackie!
- Answer me, or your masterpiece gets it.
- No!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What's going on here?
- He stole my novel.
- Yeah, well, she called me stupid.
- I did not.
Thick is not stupid.
- So it is me!
- Stop it, both of you.
- Wayne, give her book back.
Meredith, apologize.
Meredith!
- Sorry.
- Now, where's Brett?
He hasn't done his chores again.
- Probably off somewhere
with the exotic newcomer.
- What?
- I think he went to visit Hannah.
- Well, when he comes home,
tell him I want to see him.
(upbeat music)
- I've got a theory.
- Hmm?
- Well, it's about Aonghus.
- Hey, Tara, let me help you with that.
- It's okay.
I can manage.
- No, no, no, I insist.
- Brett, you ruined it!
- It's okay, I'll get it for you.
- A whole afternoon's work ruined!
- No worries, I can, um, fix it for you.
Won't take long.
- Brett Miller, you are the most awkward,
incompetent, clumsy!
- He's a neanderthal,
can barely put one foot
in front of the other.
- I wouldn't be so quick to judge.
There's something special
about young Brett.
- Special?
He's especially stupid
if that's what you mean.
- Do you really know that much about him?
- What do you mean?
- Well, do you know much
about his background?
The kind of family he's
from, for instance?
- Are you saying that
he's rich or something?
- But there aren't any rich
people in Australia, are there?
- There are some very wealthy
families in Australia.
Hugely wealthy.
- Actually, I've heard
there are farms in Australia
that are half the size of Ireland.
- That's incredible.
- And families that earn a million a day
in mining royalties.
- A million?
A day?
- Oh, yeah, there's mountains of iron ore
and huge amounts of gold.
- What do you know about Brett's family?
Are they ultra-rich?
- I've no idea.
The point is, you don't know either,
do you?
Now, if you'll excuse
me, I've got work to do.
- I wouldn't believe it.
Brett, rich?
That's rich.
(giggles)
- Problem, Hannah?
- Oh, um, I'm just trying to
find out more about O'Keeffe's.
- Oh, it's nice to see
someone taking interest
in the school's centenary celebration.
- Yeah, well, we know that
Aonghus O'Keeffe was the founder,
but there's hardly anything about him.
- Tell me what you do know.
- Well, he was born in 1866.
He lived here at O'Keeffe's,
and then he disappeared in 1904.
- Try asking Seamus.
He knows more about
this place than anyone.
His family's lived in Gardener's
Cottage for generations.
- Whenever Aonghus went off
on one of his expeditions,
he'd always bring something
back to my grandfather.
Oh, they were the best of friends.
- Expeditions?
Where to?
- Oh, Egypt, South America,
India, places like that.
- He certainly did a lot of traveling.
- Well, when he came home to
settle, he went a bit strange.
- Strange?
How?
- He became something of a hermit.
Aonghus would lock himself
up in that laboratory of his,
and my grandfather
wouldn't see him for weeks.
- He had a laboratory.
Where?
Does it still exist?
- Ah, no, no, they cleared
the cellars out long ago.
Nothing left now.
- [Hannah] They say he disappeared.
- That's right, just after
he opened the school.
Here one day, gone the next,
never to be seen again.
- I know where he disappeared to.
- Where?
- Australia.
That's why he's not in the family plot.
He's over there.
- How do you figure that?
- Well, didn't you hear what Seamus said?
Aonghus spent most of his
time down in the cellar.
- He had a laboratory down there.
- Exactly, so maybe he invented the portal
and then secretly kept
traveling back and forth
to Australia.
And if he did die in Australia,
there must be someway to find his grave.
- Well, it shouldn't be too hard
because there was only one
cemetery in Perth at the time.
(bright guitar music)
- [Tara] Brett?
Hello?
Brett, are you here?
(bright music)
- I don't get it.
If Aonghus did build the portal,
why is he outside in our basement?
- I don't know.
I mean, which came first,
the house or the portal?
When was the house built?
- No idea, it's been in
mum's family forever.
Hang on, I've dropped my wallet.
Go ahead, I'll be there in five.
- Brett Miller, you are so pathetic!
- What?
- That is just a flimsy excuse
to go and grovel in front of Tara.
Again!
- No, really.
I think I've left it in the shed.
Besides, I don't grovel.
She's been showing interest in me lately.
- Dreamer.
You're about as interesting
to her as an acne attack.
(portal sounds)
- Tara, what are you doing this weekend?
Would you like to come horse riding?
- Uh, no thank you, Martin.
I'm keeping my options open.
- For what?
- For other possibilities
that might arise.
- This isn't about Brett, is it?
- It might be.
- Give us a break, Tara!
If Brett's from a rich family,
then I'm the king of England!
- Then how do you explain this?
I admit, I was fooled by his
casual attitude at first,
but that's what Australians are like.
(upbeat music)
- Well, I'll prove to you that
Brett Miller is an impostor!
- Hi!
- Hello, have you seen Brett?
He's missed his dinner again.
- Oh he forgot his wallet, so
he just went back to get it.
- Back where?
- My place.
He was helping me paint.
- Phew!
Getting him to do anything
around here is like pulling teeth.
- [Meredith] He just
wants to impress Hannah.
Teenagers who can't
express their real feelings
do things like that.
- I should get you to talk him
into doing some work on this place.
- Why?
It's in pretty good shape
for its age, isn't it?
How old is it?
- I'm not sure.
About a hundred, I think.
- Huh.
It's just that Brett was
saying that it's been
in your family for ages.
- Yup, uh, my father inherited
it from my grandfather,
but I'm a bit cloudy on
the details before that.
- Don't you have a family tree?
- No, never got 'round to drawing one up.
- I drew one up last year,
but I need to add to it now that
you and Brett are my family.
Hey, I could do one for you if you want.
- And I could help!
If you like.
- [Jackie] Oh great!
I've got some family photos and documents
if you want to see them.
(upbeat music)
- Hi, Brett.
I've been looking everywhere for you.
- For me?
- I wanted to thank you
for fixing my painting.
(upbeat guitar music)
- How's it going?
- Okay!
- Do you know who this is?
- That is my grandmother holding
my dad when he was a baby.
- She goes there.
Do you know her name?
- Maggie, I think.
Margaret.
- And your grandfather's?
- Peter.
Now he was born the year
Queen Victoria died.
Remember my dad telling me that.
- 1901.
Great!
- But if the house is 100 years old,
he wasn't the original owner.
- I'm not sure how the house
got into the family before that.
But, come on!
Time to wrap it up.
It's past your bedtime, Meredith.
- Oh, I better get going as well.
- And, Hannah, can you
tell Brett to come home?
- Isn't he back yet?
- (sighs)
- I better be going.
- Do you have to?
- Parting is such sweet sorrow.
- Yeah, well,
duty calls.
- Well, will you see me tomorrow?
- Well, yeah,
yeah for sure.
- Then goodnight, my sweet prince.
May flights of angels
bring thee to thy rest.
- Sorry?
- Don't you know Shakespeare?
- Ah, yeah, yeah.
Didn't he,
didn't he win the Hawaii
Pipeline Classic last year?
Just gagging.
(laughing)
- Au revior, then!
(lyrical orchestra music)
- (Hannah) Brett!
- Hannah?
- There's a phone call
for you, from Australia?
Someone called Jackie.
She doesn't sound too happy.
- Alright.
(sighs)
See you tomorrow, Tara.
(bright music)
- You ruined it!
- Ruined what?
I thought you couldn't stand Brett.
- There's no point in being jealous.
- Jealous?
- I know your little secret.
His so called friendship
with you is just a cover.
- A cover for what?
- I know Brett's the heir to a fortune!
- What?!
- Don't play innocent.
That's why he was attracted
to me from the beginning.
He could see we were soulmates.
- You and Brett?
Soulmates?
- I know it's hard for you
to even begin to understand.
But you'll just have to accept it, Hannah.
(bright guitar music)
(portal sounds)
- [Brett] Tara.
Oh, Tara.
(water splashes)
Oh!
What was that for?!
- I can't believe the lies you've told.
- What lies?
What are you talking about?
- You told Tara you're from
some fabulously wealthy family!
- I did not!
- Well that's what she thinks!
- Really?
- And that's why, suddenly,
she's interested in you.
She thinks you're stinking rich!
- Wow!
Neat!
- No, it's not!
'Cause when she finds out
that you actually aren't rich?
She's gonna drop you like a hot rock.
I'll see ya.
- Where are you going?
- To the cemetery!
- Hang on, I'll come too!
- Don't bother.
You just stay here and
keep dreaming of Tara.
(sad music)
(portal sounds)
- Aonghus O'Keefe.
You sure that's not A-N-G-U-S?
- No, it's the other spelling.
- Sorry, there's no record
of that name at all.
- So certain he'd be buried here.
- Well don't give up, dear.
There are other ways to track him down.
Newspapers, property
records, marriage records.
- Yeah, thanks.
How's it coming along?
- I'm stuck.
Jackie's grandfather, Peter Miller,
married Margaret in 1928.
But I can't find any mention of
what her name was before she got married.
- Haven't come across any
mention of the name O'Keefe,
have you?
- No, why?
- Oh, nothing.
Just wondering.
What about anything to do with the house?
- I haven't found anything.
Hey, let's go see if Jackie can tell us!
- My grandmother's maiden name.
Sorry.
- But I need it to get to the
next branch of my family tree.
- There's some more old
photos of her over there.
(guitar music)
- It's up here, Hannah!
- Appeared in the West
Australian, June 23, 1928.
- And that's the year they got married!
- Mr. Peter Miller and his
wife, Margaret (nee Duncan),
are pictured.
- That's it!
Her surname was Duncan!
- In front of Bell Claire
House, built by her father in
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
I just
- Wow!
That means it's over a hundred years old!
- When you finish with those dishes,
I want you to scour that
oven 'til it shines.
- Mum, I was helping someone.
- I don't care.
Maybe this will teach you to
come home when you're told.
Oh, hi, Hannah.
How'd you go?
- Well, your grandmother's
maiden name is Duncan,
and Meredith's trying to trace
your great grandparents now.
- Wow sounds like you're making progress.
- Yup.
- Oh, I'm sure you'll find them.
- We're really on to something here.
This place was built by Mr. Duncan-
- Listen, you've gotta help
me get back to Ireland.
- Brett, this is important
stuff we've found and
you're not even listening
to what I'm saying.
- Please, I'll do anything.
- My dad says it's okay, Brett.
He doesn't need you to help
with the painting anymore.
Au revoir.
- Mum, before I clean the
oven really, really well,
would you let me do
the rest of this later?
- How much later?
- A little bit later.
- All right, but I want to be able to see
my reflection in that oven or else.
- Yes!
(upbeat music)
- What were you doing in there?
- Looking for you!
I was hoping you could tell
me more about Aonghus O'Keefe.
- And why are you so interested?
- I'd like to try and solve the mystery
for the school centenary.
- This job can wait.
Come along.
- If you were to inherit a lot of money,
what would you do with it?
- If I inherit anything.
- Right.
If.
- I don't know.
I'd set up a foundation to help the poor.
- That's so generous!
- I told you he was an impostor!
- Hey!
Where'd you get that?
- This isn't some wealthy family's home!
It's a restaurant.
I looked it up on the internet!
- What?
- Is there a problem?
- This isn't your summer residence?
- No.
- But then your family aren't rich?
- Not really.
- But you told me you were rich!
- No, I didn't.
When did I say that?
- Why did you lie to me?!
- I didn't!
- Brett Miller!
You are nothing but a bag of pawn scum!
Come on, Martin.
- Hang on,
is that the only reason you
wanted to hang out with me?
You thought I was rich?
- I never wanna see you again!
(sighs)
- I've never shown anyone this before.
It belonged to my grandfather.
- They were, um,
they were great friends.
- That's right.
And these are some of the
gifts Aonghus brought him back
from his travels.
But it's this one that's special.
Belonged to Aonghus himself.
Makes me think he disappeared
because he was a man in love.
There's an inscription.
- "To Aonghus, with all my love,
Claire Duncan."
Bell Clair!
- What?
- Oh, it just means
"beautiful Claire" in French.
- So it does, now!
She was, too.
Open it up.
(instrumental music)
- It's my mum!
- No it's not.
But I think I have solved the mystery.
Come on.
- What mystery?
- Aonghus.
- Oh, you're still on about that?
I've got a broken heart here!
- Well get over it!
Now are you coming or not?
(upbeat music)
Should be over this way.
Come on.
Claire Duncan!
1875 to 1927.
This is your great great grandmother!
- Wow!
- And here, Anoghus Duncan.
1866 to 1904.
- The same year Aonghus
O'Keefe disappeared!
- And it's spelt the Irish way.
- So Aonghus Duncan is Aonghus O'Keefe.
- He took his wife's
name when they married.
- Why would he do that?
- Well because he didn't want
anyone to know who he was.
- Or how he got here.
- That's why he built
her that beautiful house
on top of the portal.
- Look!
The linked swans!
The same as above the portal!
- Do you know what this means?
This means that you're the
rightful heir to O'Keefe's estate!
- You're joking.
Does this mean I'm rich after all?
Hey, wait 'til I tell Tara!
But I can't tell anyone.
- Nope.
Otherwise it's goodbye, portal.
- I could close the school down.
I could have the whole place to myself.
I could portal back and
forth whenever I wanted.
- Yeah, but you wouldn't do that.
Would you?
- Nah, probably wouldn't.
- 'Cause if you did,
I'd have to tell everyone
about the portal, then.
Wouldn't I?
- Would you really do that?
- Brett, we made a pact!
We promised to keep this secret and
nothing can jeopardize that.
- Yeah.
It still felt good to be
rich, if only for a minute.
Pity no one will ever know.
- I'll know.
And I might even curtsy and
call you "your lordship"
when you come to the school.
- Would you?
- Yeah right!
What do you think?
(laughs)
(upbeat music)