Everyone ready to do a little hunting? ;)

Valerie: Um, I'll just watch all of you.

Lauren: Sure! ;)

Daphne: This ought to be fun. ;)

(We open in the woods. All four women have baskets that are filled with various nuts and berries.)

Valerie: You know, this is fun. (She pops a purple berry in her mouth) And tasty, too. I'm glad the Lieutenant was nice enough to tell us what berries we could eat and which ones to stay away from.

Emma: Considering how many I've eaten, I'm surprised the basket's full.

Lauren: I'll second that. *Munches on a few blackberries.*

Emma: This is a lot more fun than buying them from a supermarket. (Gathers some oranges from a tree)

Daphne: I can't get over how many different fruits and berries there are on this island!

Valerie: It's amazing how well-preserved everything is. No hunters, no tourists. Just the Lieutenant and the animals.

Emma: I'm wondering if this is some kind of natural forest or preserve.

Valerie: Part of a national park or something?

Emma: Or a wildlife reservation.

Lauren: *Shrugs* We'll have to remember to ask the Coast Guard.

Valerie: Provided the boys can fix the radio so we can get in touch with them. If they can't get the radio going soon, I'm going to suggest Peter and I go back and see if we can find them.

Lauren: *Sighs* Mick still insists he can get it working, and now Mike's joined in. They're both clearly not feeling well. I can't help but think they're just doing it to avoid the inevitable.

Emma: (Pops more berries in her basket) What, inevitably ending up in the hospital, which is where their rears would be if we weren't here?

Lauren: Frankly, yes.

Emma: I don't care WHAT they say. The moment we step foot on shore, all six of us are going to the nearest hospital to be checked out. Micky's ribs are really hurting, Mike's still out of it, and we've all been exposed to sun and cold ocean water and battered in a major storm!

Lauren: I will go very willingly.

Daphne: *nods* Me, too.

Emma: (She hefts her basket) Whew, this thing is soo full! I think we have enough in the "fruit and nut" category for dinner. (Grins) Now, how about we get some fish?

Daphne: Sure! I love fishing!

Valerie: Um, I've never fished before, and I'm not so sure it's something I could do while I have Junior.

Emma: (Shrugs) Since we don't have equipment, we'll have to do this the easy way.

(She leads them to a small stream.)

Emma: I asked the Lieutenant if it was ok to lean into these streams. He says sure, nothing's ever tried to do anything worse than slightly nip at his fingers. According to him, all the man-eating fish live in South America.

Valerie: That's good to know.

Lauren: Definitely.

Emma: (She sets her basket down by the river) Lauren and Valerie, why don't you guys keep an eye on our food and make sure none of the monkeys - or the music-playing Monkees - or any other animals try to steal our dinner?

Valerie: Sounds fair.

Lauren: *nods* Thank you.

("Tear The Top Off My Head" begins as the four women stop by a small stream. Emma points down. The camera follows where she points, revealing silvery fish swimming beneath the surface of the water. She hands her basket to Lauren. She drops to her knees, leans over, and tries to grab a fish. She almost gets one before it slides out of her hand.)

(Emma reaches for another fish. This one jumps right over her hands! The next fish goes under her hand. )

(Valerie hears a squawking behind her. She sees a monkey reach for a banana in her basket and slaps his little hand! He wails. She shakes her finger at him.)

*Lauren snitches a few blueberries from the basket.*

(Emma waves to Daphne and points at the water. There's a whole school of trout!)

(Emma lunges for a big rainbow fish, but he slips out of her hand.)

*Daphne grins and reaches for the school. She comes up with a fish in each hand.*

(Emma makes a face. She reaches for another fish...and falls in with a huge splash! She's wet when she finally looks up, but she does have a fish.)

(Valerie giggles and claps for Emma.)

Valerie: (As the music ends) Very nice, ladies.

Emma: We're going to need a few more of these. (She stands and takes her shoes off) Great, now I'm freezing!

Daphne: *Comes up with another fish* I got another one!

Emma: (Reaches for a fish) Come here, you! (She finally gets him) God, these little suckers are slippery!

Valerie: Careful, Em. Don't fall in again. We don't need anyone getting sick.

Emma: I won't fall in again. (She manages to catch another fish)

*Daphne reaches in and catches another.*

Emma: (She manages to grab one more fish) I think we just need one more, and one for the Lieutenant.

*Daphne reaches, searching a moment before coming up with the last fish.*

Valerie: You two are such good fisherwomen.

Emma: Thank you! (Grins) This was almost as fun as catching crabs in the swamps around Wildwood.

Valerie: (Shudders as she looks around) I think we should be getting back to the camp soon. If the guys can't radio the Coast Guard before dark, we'll just have to settle in for the night and try again in the morning.

Emma: I sure hope they can. If they call off the search...

Valerie: Peter and I will go after them before that happens.

Daphne: That's good to hear.

Emma: (Stands with the last of her fish) We could probably get the Lieutenant or one of the boys to clean the fish when we arrive. I'll squeeze some of the berries into juice, so we have something other than water to drink, and clean and hull the rest.

Lauren: Then lets head back, ladies.

(As the girls walk back with their fish and berries, the camera follows them to the huts. They head for the food storage hut, but the camera makes it's way over to the smaller hut where the radio is. Micky is bent over the radio again, while Mike hands him a bunch of wires.)

Mike: Are you SURE you're ok, Mick?

Micky: *Grunts as he digs with a screwdriver* M'fine.

Mike: That basic training really wore you out.

Micky: *Connects a wire* Was already worn out.

Mike: Micky, why don't you go rest? I'll finish up here.

Micky: No, I want to work on this. *More quietly* I need to work on this.

Mike: Mick, really. Lauren's gonna tell you to rest when she gets back anyway.

Micky: *Turns a weary look to Mike* Then let her tell me when she gets back! Until then, I'm working on this! *Winces and rubs at his ribs as he turns back to the radio. There's a crackle in the speaker.*

Mike: Micky...is there anything I can do to help?

Micky: *Sighs, holding the screwdriver handle-first out to Mike* Tight the wire attached to the speaker, then the opposite end of the wire to the ground. It's already attached, just not tightened. Should get the speaker working enough to hear low static.

Mike: Right. (He does so) I sure hope this works.

*Sure enough, there's a low static noise coming from the speaker. Micky gives a small grin.*

Mike: Good work, Mick! I'm hearin' somethin!

Micky: The microphone is working, too. Just have to get the frequency right. *Reaches for a pair of pliers, just out of reach and stretches too far. He cries out and thumps a fist on the table, cringing* Dammit!

Mike: Here, Mick. (He hands him the pliers)

*Micky nods, groaning, and uses the pliers to adjust the frequency.*

Mike: Mick, maybe we ought to at least add more gauze...

Micky: I'm fine.

Mike: I think you need more paddin', Mick.

Micky: *Gives Mike a look* Wha...

Mike: Come on! (Gently pushes him out of the hut. Cut to the main hut. Mike pushes Micky over to the first aid kit.)

Micky: *wincing* Mike, what're you doing?!

Mike: Paddin' ya. (He pulls Micky's shirt off) Hmm. Pete did a good job helpin' ya earlier, but some of this got banged or pulled real good durin' that basic trainin' stuff.

Micky: *yelps* Mike!

(Mike pulls the gauze and tape off Micky's chest as gently as he possibly can.)

Mike: Oh come on, Mick. I used to share a room with 'ya. It ain't like this is somethin' I haven't seen before.

Micky: *glares, wincing* You...are so...dead.

(Neither Mike nor Micky see Emma, Lauren, Valerie, and Daphne arrive at the hut while Mike wraps more gauze around Micky's chest.)

Micky: *Gasps, wincing* Dammit, Mike, leave me alone!

Mike: (Tapes Micky's ribs) Mick, I'm doin' this for your own good. Your ribs look like skinny eggplants right now.

Micky: *Very loud* It HURTS! *Gasps, ribs complaining about the outburst*

Mike: Considering the shade of purple I see on your ribs, I ain't surprised. I'm not a doctor, Mick. I'm doin' what I can.

Micky: If you'd left well enough alone... *He tries to push Mike away, but has no force behind his movements.*

Mike: Mick, hold still! I'm almost done! (He finally finishes with the tape and hands Micky his shirt) Here. See? No harm done.

Micky: *Eyes are watery* You sonofa... *Cuts off, looking beyond Mike; his eyes widen*

Mike: Wha... (He turns around...and sees all four ladies grinning) Uh...hi, girls.

Lauren: That was truly a thing of beauty.

Emma: Why Baby, I didn't know you had any interest in becoming a doctor.

Mike: Uh, no. Just, uh, helpin' Mick.

Valerie: So we and half the island heard.

Micky: *Hastily pulls his shirt on, wincing* Not that I WANTED the help.

Daphne: We heard that, too.

*Micky mutters something not-so-nice.*

Emma: Micky, why don't you help me make dinner? I think you can do that without hurting your wrist. Mike, help Lauren and Valerie shell nuts. Daphne will slice and hull the berries and fruit.

*Micky gets up and brushes past Mike. He stands next to Emma, arms folded, holding his newly-taped ribs.*

Emma: If you can take the time between pouting fits, guys.

Mike: Yeah, yeah, I'm goin'. Come on. (He grabs the basket from Emma, holding his head on the way)

Lauren: I'm not even gonna ask about that. You're both hurting and not thinking straight.

Emma: As soon as we finish dinner, you're going to tell Lauren, Daphne, Davy, and I how to operate this radio...because you're not up to it.

Micky: *Sighs, his anger finally dropping* Alright.

Emma: I know you're disappointed Mick, but you and Mike seem to have gotten the worst out of this trip.

Micky: *nods* I just wanted to get that radio working, that's all. Then we HAD to do that damn obstacle course, and Mike just HAD to help with the radio. I got fed up. I'm hurting like hell. Every breath feels like a quick stab into my ribs. God, I hope none are broken.

Emma: That's why we're going to help as best we can. (Sighs) And make sure Mike is elsewhere. He has his own problems right now.

Lauren: *Goes to Micky* That's right, Mick. Just take it easy. No more outbursts, okay?

*Micky nods, frowning a bit.*

Emma: (Sighs) You have to remember Mick, we're all kind of disappointed. This trip hasn't worked out the way any of us hoped we would. We're all bruised, battered, dirty, and we miss our kids.

Micky: *Head dips; his voice is a little shaky* Yeah, I know.

Lauren: *Rubs his shoulder* We should all be used to this by now. Things almost always seem to find a way of going wrong.

Emma: Well, (sighs again) we're just going to have to make the best of things now. Micky, would you be able to gut these fish for us?

*Micky nods, sniffling a little. He takes the basket of fish and settles at the table, setting about the work.*