01x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

Smell that fresh country air.

How long do we have to stay here?

This is all your fault!

Hey Dad, look what I found.

It's a videotape.

It's how we used to watch movies

before streaming and downloads.

Hello?

We're the Kellys.

I'm the caretaker.

I was just wondering if you had any

old VHS players in the holiday park.

There is one in the shed.

A warning:

That is not just a mountain.

In the olden days, it was known

as a fairy fort,

home to the mischievous

fairies of yore.

Did you eat all of our

treats last night?

It wasn't me.

Why does no-one in this family

ever believe me?

Are Pookas real?

What?

It's from the video I found.

It's hard to explain, but

maybe I could show you?

(Theme music gets louder)

(Music fades out)

Holy cabbage. (TV sound in

background) What?

Last time I watched his video,

I swear the Pooka was in it,

but now he's gone!

How is that possible?

I'm not following.

I can't believe it.

But there's only one possible

explanation:

The Pooka escaped from this video

into the real world and

ate all our treats.

You know, you can always tell

me if there's something up.

I know. I am.

Something IS up!

The Pooka is real, and

it's on the loose.

Kevin,

your Ma

your Ma thinks you've been acting up

because we haven't been

spending enough time together.

What? No, this has nothing

to do with that.

Will you just watch the video?

That's what I said to her.

But you know what she's like with

all this touchy-feely stuff?

Well, glad we had this chat, Kevin.

You know, I've just been a bit

tired the last few days.

That's all.

Probably not enough vitamin C

Or D

E???

Dad, I don't think you're

listening to me.

Look,

there's no such thing as the Pooka.

This is just a silly kid

show from the eighties.

Are you not a bit old for this?

It's real. The Pooka is real!

I'm gonna prove it to you.

(Creepy music)

(Katie sighs heavily)

(Music gets louder)

(Rustling and footsteps)

(Music stopped suddenly)

(She laughs to herself)

Relax, Katie.

There's

no such thing as ghosts.

Don't. You. Touch. That!

This cake is not for us.

It's for dinner with Robbie

and Priya tomorrow night.

Are you all listening?

Yeah.

You may be the chef in the house,

but this is off limits.

Here.

Now, no picking at my cake.

Ok?

Remember to hide the rest of them.

Hey, Mum, can I ask you something?

What?

I have a plan, to prove

the Pooka is real

and make you all feel like rubbish

for not believing me.

But to do it,

I need my phone.

I said no.

But how else am I supposed to prove

my innocence? No means no.

You look like a serial k*ller.

Is it a crime to want

healthy-looking pores?

(Quiet suspenseful music starts)

(Distant owl call)

(The music gets more intense)

(Small rattle,

and a gentle plop sound)

(Intense music)

(The drums sound like a heartbeat)

(Music begins to sound hypnotic)

(He yawns loudly)

(Kevin jolts awake with a gasp)

(The swing squeaks)

(Scary music)

(The swing still squeaks.)

(Mysterious music builds)

(Sudden noise!

Kevin gasps.)

(Kevin's footsteps, running away.)

(Music ends)

What's up with you?

(Whispers) I saw it last night.

Saw what?

The Pooka!

It escaped from the video I watched

and now it's real.

You can drop the act, Kevin.

Mum and Dad aren't here.

Why do you hate me so much?

You used to be fun.

You never play with me anymore,

you just stare at your

stupid phone instead.

Yeah, well,

you used to not be such

a lying little weirdo.

(Spoon drops into the bowl)

(Chair scrapes the floor)

(Door slam)

(Relaxed music starts)

(Twigs snapping)

Mr Kelly from cabin three.

How are we today?

By any chance -

have you seen a mobile phone round?

No, sorry love.

Rest assured, if it shows up,

I'll keep it for you.

Thanks.

Can I ask you a question?

Have you seen anything

strange lately?

Oh,

you've seen him too.

That little fella, He's uncanny.

Yeah. Wow. I thought maybe I was the

only person who could see him.

I was afraid to say anything in case

they thought I'd lost my marbles and

threw me in the loony bin - again.

But how, how has this happened?

How did he get here?

Well, he got the coach from Kerry.

Sorry, who're you talking about?

The little man staying in cabin 8.

He wears shoes with no socks and his

arms are covered in tattoos.

Gives me the willies, he does!

That not who you're talking about?

Who are you talking about, then?

Promise you won't think I'm crazy?

(Gentle music starts)

So I got a fright and dropped

my phone and ran.

And that's why I'm looking

for it now.

I know it sounds crazy.

I have something to show you.

Come on.

(Music)

The mountain where the shed is

built is no normal mountain.

It's actually a fairy mound

said to be a magical portal

to the land of Faerie.

Local legends talk of how

mischievous fairies could escape

from the land of Faerie and into our

world by passing through mirrors.

(The book slams shut)

What if your Pooka is actually a

fairy

who escaped from his world into ours

through the television screen?

(She pours a fizzy drink)

This is all the refreshment

I have, I'm afraid.

Thanks! Mum never lets me have

red lemonade.

Our little secret.

So you believe me?

More than that.

I'm going to help you.

Together, we'll hunt down that

unnatural creature

and send him back to where he came

from.

What do you say?

Come on, Tom.

We should be there at five

and you're not even dressed.

I am dressed!

That's not even funny.

Go and put on a shirt and slacks.

Slacks?!

Hey, tell me how good I look.

You look great, Mum.

Oh no! Chocolate cake!

Why did it have to be chocolate cake?

What are you muttering about?

Mum! Chocolate cake is the Pooka's

favourite food.

He'll be drawn to it like

a bee to honey.

Doesn't the bee make the honey?

Why is he drawn to something

he makes?

That's not important.

I think you should leave

the cake here.

Now, that's funny!

I'm serious!

Now, you're in charge and I don't

want to hear from either of yiz,

unless the cabin is on fire.

Understood?

Understood.

And under no circumstances are you

to let Kevin out of your sight.

But, Mum!

OK, OK, get it. Mum!

Is that alright?

No mention that you got fired

from your job, Ok? Wha'?

And did I mention you're an

architect, not a chef?

Eh, I'm a what, I'm an architect?

Let's go. I've got a new job, kids!

What do you mean I'm an architect?

Can't build a Lego house, never mind

a real house!

I don't know about anything

about architecting!

(The door closes)

Sit!

and shut it.

(An eerie bird call)

This is so good.

I've never even heard of

cauliflower churros.

It's super delicious.

I'll give you the recipe.

So Tom, Mary mentioned

you're an architect.

Yeah, yeah -

Oh, I love architecting, me!

I tell you, I'd architect, all day

if I had the chance. (They laugh)

But you're not working at the moment?

No

I was up until Tom is just

taking some time

to work on his own passion projects.

So important to make time

for what matters to you. Yeah.

So what is your passion, Tom?

Oh, see

The one problem

I have with, um, modern architecture

is that there's

it's just not, there's not enough

wheels.

Wheels?

Yeah.

I'm telling you, the Pooka

is gonna go after Mum's chocolate

cake.

We need to stop him.

You sound totally nuts.

Why does no one ever listen to me?

Because you sound totally nuts.

Fine. I give up. You win.

I'm going to my room to

read for the night.

(Door slams)

(Tinny music from Katie's earbuds)

(The bedroom door squeaks open)

(Dramatic music)

(Suitcase slides across the floor)

(It slides again)

(Bump)

(Pots and pans clatter to the floor)

(Tinny music from Katie's earbuds)

(Kevin's stealthy footsteps)

(Muffled chat from inside)

(Dramatic music)

(Chatter continues)

(Music continues)

(Creaks)

(Chat with glasses clinking)

(Sound effect of Pooka's arm

stretching)

(Patio door slides open)

(Kevin gasps)

(He falls to the floor,

dropping the cake)

Kevin.

I'm so sorry, Priya.

This is my soon-to-be very-punished

son!

I could give you an explanation, but

I know you won't like it, so I won't.

(Door slams)

One night! Just one night where I

could relax and enjoy myself and not

have to run around after you all.

That's all I wanted!

(Whispered) I hope you're happy.

You were supposed to

be babysitting him.

I gave you strict instructions.

But Mum -

you know what he's like

He's a ninja! I turned my back for

two seconds and he was gone.

You didn't even care I was going.

(Whispered) Shut up, loser!

Mum, I was trying to help, honestly.

Kevin, that's enough, alright?

You weren't much better!

Not enough wheels on your house?

What was all that about?

I was improvising. You're the one

who said that I was an architect.

Oh, now you have a problem with

telling lies, when it matters to me?

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, come on, Tom.

You've been lying to yourself for

the last month

that everything is fine.

Well, I've had enough.

I can't take this anymore.

My whole life is nothing

but stress and work.

And you wouldn't even

give me one night.

Can I just say one thing?

If the next words out of your

mouth include the word Pooka,

I will not be liable for my actions.

Never mind.

I'm sick of the sight of ya.

I don't want to hear another word

out of the Kelly family

until I've calmed down.

Is that clear?

Right.

(She stomps away)

Actually.

I'm taking this!

(She stomps off again,

slamming the door.)

That was my bar.

(Gentle music and birdsong)

Don't give up, Mister Kelly.

I'm sure you'll get it eventually.

It doesn't matter.

I'm only doing hurling so

the other boys will like me.

What's the matter?

I tried to stop the Pooka last night,

but I ended up ruining

my Mum's night out.

Everyone hates me.

Oh, I'm sure that's not true.

No one likes me.

I don't fit in.

Don't say that.

You were trying to stop

an evil creature -

you're a good boy.

Don't let anyone say otherwise.

I hit a boy in school.

Got suspended.

But I told everyone that

he started it.

Why did you hit him?

I dunno. He called me stupid.

Well, obviously that's not

the right thing to do.

But you were standing up for

yourself.

Sometimes to do good,

you have to be a bit bad.

Everyone thinks I'm stupid -

even my own Mum.

Oh, don't mind them.

Sure, my family thinks

I'm as daft as a brush too.

If I did better in school, I think

maybe Mum and Dad wouldn't

argue all the time,

and Dad wouldn't be so sad.

Kevin, listen to me.

You can't blame yourself for

your parents' problems.

It doesn't work that way.

Now, how are we going to

catch this Pooka?

I don't think we'll ever find him.

Oh, nonsense.

I have an idea.

Come with me.

There's only one way into this shed.

My plan is - you hide behind the

door

while I keep watch from the cabin.

We lure the Pooka inside, I signal

to you to shut the doors

and (she claps her hands)

Bingo: trapped Pooka!

How do we signal to each other?

So

Cool! You have to press on the

button there to talk,

and then when you're finished, you

say "over", so I know it's my turn.

Hello? Can you hear me?

Over.

No, you've to hold the button

down while you're talking

Like this? Hellooo?

(Walkie talkie feedback)

Yes, but now you have to let

it go, or I can't hear you.

But I thought I had to hold it down

to talk. Yes, you're right, dear,

but then you have to let it

go so you can listen.

(More feedback)

You shouldn't put it in your

pocket or it'll press the

talk button and I can't call you.

You should switch it off first.

Everyone's right

I am stupid.

Listen to me.

You are not stupid.

You and me, we just think different.

We know there's more to life than

what you read in the books.

There are things we catch at the

corner of our eyes

or hear whispering

in the woods at night

things like the Pooka.

So why don't you go practise

and tonight we'll put our

plan into action.

And when we catch him, they'll

all see, won't they?

(Walkie talkie noise)

(Gentle music and water sounds)

Hey!

it's only me.

I popped out to the shops earlier

and I made you some French toast.

I'm not hungry.

Thought you might say that,

so we also made your favourite.

It's 11 o'clock in the morning.

Aren't you on the holidays?

(She sighs)

I didn't say I wouldn't have it.

I'm still angry.

Of course.

Am I supposed to eat

it with my hands?

One fork coming up.

Hah!

(He whispers) No.

(He exhales loudly)

Hello?

This is Kevin. Over

(Strange music)

(Footsteps)

Emergency.

I-- it's the Pooka. He's here now.

Hello?

(The walkie talkie falls.)

(Dramatic music continues)

"You dropped this."

Oh. Eh

Thanks?

"How do you leave an eejit

in suspense?"

What? I? I don't understand.

"I'll tell you tomorrow."

Oh, it's a joke.

Hey, is that my Dad's watch?

He was looking for that.

What-- what are you?

"I'm the Pooka."

Hey, I know that.

But like, where are you from?

"Pookaville."

OK, but that's not a real place.

Is it? That's just made up.

Oh!

You don't know, do you?

You're not real.

"You're not real."

No, I am real.

You're not real.

See, I watched this video about you

in an old shed that was built

on a magic fairy hill.

And because of that, you

got out of the video.

"You smell like cheese."

Do you understand what I'm saying?

You're not real!

"You're a fibber."

No, it's true.

If I had the video, I could show

you where you escaped from.

"I don't want to play

with you anymore."

No, wait.

Come back.

I can prove it's true.

Uh, hi.

I'm sorry for fighting last night and

for calling you a human Oompa Loompa.

Did I actually call you that or did

I just think it? Never mind.

Anyways, I'm sorry,

but I need a favour.

Can you bring me to the shed?

Mum would k*ll me if

I went on my own.

So I'll stop making fun

of your videos and

Ok!

Wait, really?

I was editing my videos from

yesterday and I found this.

That's it, isn't it?

That's the Pooka!

Yeah, I told you I wasn't lying!

You don't need to be afraid.

He doesn't mean any harm, I think.

Afraid? I'm not afraid.

I'm delighted.

This could be a whole new

online brand for me.

Katie Kelly:

Makeup tutorials

and monster hunting.

This isn't all about you and

your stupid Instagram.

I could start my own

YouTube channel.

This is serious.

The Pooka escaped from the video

I played and now

he won't believe me unless

I show him the Pooka tape

Or a podcast.

I could start my own podcast!

I told your Ma we'd play a board

game later

to make up for last night, Ok?

Sure.

What are you guys doing?

Nothing. Nothing.

OK

What secrets does this dusty old

shed hold?

A mystical portal

to another dimension?

A haunted house of vengeful spirits?

Katie Kelly is here to investigate.

Katie!

What?

Katie, come here.

What's wrong with you?

Is that us?

What the hell?

(End credit music)