02x10 - Ursa Minor

[bunniefuu]

[theme music playing]

NARRATOR:
Man lives in the sunlit world

of what he believes
to be reality.

But... there is,

unseen by most, an underworld.

A place that is just as real

but not as brightly lit.

A dark side.

[groaning softly]

Oh...

I'm going to go
wake Daddy now.

Why don't you finish
cutting those coupons

and we can go
shopping later, okay?

Can I bring Teddy to the store?

Sure.
If he's a good bear.

Can I buy him honey?

We'll see.

Teddy wants it.

[groaning]

Time to get up.

[groaning]

Oh, honey,
you're a wreck.

Don't worry. A child's
not supposed to open this.

[moaning]

Here.

Wash them down.

[sighs]

[sniffs]

What's today?

It's Saturday, you dope.

Ah!

Susie! I forgot
to get her a present.

What are you talking about?

She loved your present.

She does? It's a hit?

You don't remember it?

Uh, it'll come back to me.

Richard!

Wait! Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

[groaning]

Is it expensive and foolish?

Try soft and furry.

Like you, when
you're good.

On those rare occasions.

Don't tell me.
Don't tell...

[gasping]

It's a puppy.
It's not house-broken?

It-It-It'll grow up
with a huge appetite?

[crashing]

Oh, no.

It's probably a Great Dane.

Susie, what happened?

Did the flowers
fall down?

Sweetheart, you can tell me.
I'm not going to get mad.

It's your birthday.

Did you bump into the vase?

No. Teddy did it.
He pushed them.

Not me.

Teddy.
Hey, is that...

Remember now?

Honey, Teddy is
a good little bear,

and he couldn't knock over
any flowers.

Only a big girl
like Susie could do that.

No arguments today.

How about a birthday kiss?

Ooh!

[smooching loudly]

That's more like it.

Thank you for Teddy, Daddy.

Then the little baby bear looked
in his bed and said,

"Someone's been sleeping in my
bed and she's still there."

[growling]

[giggling]

The bears were mad.

You're funny, Daddy.

Well, at least
someone appreciates me.

"Goldilocks was so scared,
she jumped out the window.

The end."

The end?
The end.

The end?
Yeah.

[growling]
[giggling]

[smooching]

Good night, angel.

Time for you to go to sleep.

What happened to Goldilocks?

Did the bears eat her?

No. The bears
were silly old things,

and they let
Goldilocks get away.

Good night, sweetheart.

Kiss Teddy, too.

Teddy?

[demonic growling]

Susie?

Look at this.

Susie!

What in the world
were you thinking of?

Why did you do that?

I didn't do anything.

Don't you lie to
me, young lady.

Teddy did it. He was playing.

Stop that. I have
just about had it.

Hey, hey, hey. Relax.
I'll clean it up.

[clicking tongue]

[clock chiming]

Richard?

Are you up?

Richard.

Huh?

You went to sleep with
a cigarette burning.

You were drinking
and you passed out!

Oh, sweetheart,
it wasn't me.

Teddy did it.
[laughing]

It's not funny.

Wake up.

I don't like it
when you get smashed.

And I don't like
all this Teddy stuff.

Well, it's a phase.

It's like pimples.
[laughs]

Well, I am sick of it.

Susie thinks she can blame

everything that happens
on Teddy.

Well, what do you want me
to do about it?

She is hiding behind a fantasy.

We have to show her what's real.

I'm 31 years old,

and I don't have the faintest
idea of what's real.

Now, whatever you do,
don't put your finger in there.

[growls]

[Susie giggling]

Tell me about him, Daddy.

Well, this old guy
probably weighed, what,



Lived in the woods.

He ate, uh, roots and berries
and creepy crawly stuff.

[giggling]

Spent his whole life searching
for food and fighting.

Most of the time, he was alone.

Except when he had cubs.

Is he real, Daddy?

Yep. Real Teddy.

You hit him.
Right.

If he's real,
why doesn't he eat us up?

Because he's a rug.

[grunting]

And rugs don't eat people.

Come on, sweetheart.

It's time for you
to go to bed.

And I want you to think
about what Daddy said, okay?

Teddy's more real
than any rug.

[door opens, then closes]

Why not just say it?

Things could be rosier,
don't you think?

I mean, she spills her
food, tracks in mud,

puts those paw prints
all over the wall.

This morning, I
was late for class

because I couldn't
find my keys.

Well, she hid them.

And every time, it
is the same story.

"Teddy did it."

Well, when you get
your master's,

maybe we can get a maid.

When I get my master's,
we can pay some bills.

This shop of yours
sure isn't going to help any.

[slamming beer can down]

Back to that, huh?

Be realistic, Richard.

I don't like
what's happening here!

This polite poverty!

You getting drunk every night!

Susie lying to me!

[exclaiming]
Richard!

What did you do?

Nothing. I didn't do anything.

Teddy did it.

[door creaking]

[demonic growling]

Richard, wake up.

What?

I smell smoke.

Wake up!

Come on.

Ow!

My leg.

Stay there.

Susie?

Susie!

Do you know what this is?

Porridge?

What is it doing here?

Why did you make it?

How did it spill?

Teddy did it.

He was hungry.

You're studying at
the university?

Yes.

Social worker.

I get my masters in June.

Why?

I was wondering what
your discipline was.

Well, I can't make head nor tail
of this old teddy.

He could be
an antique.

Your husband sells antiques,
does he not?

He has a secondhand shop.

Perhaps he found it
in some old chest.

He... he can't remember.

Professor Stillman,
I was told

that you are an authority
on magic.

Magic and myth.

All the ways people have
of explaining things

they don't understand.

Take bears--
they have strong magic.

They were once a kind
of a god.

The Indians pray to them.

Constellations were
named after them.

Ursa Minor, Ursa Major,
Little Bear, Big Bear.

Ursa Major is the darkest
emblem of death.

The Big Dipper scooping up

the water of life
and spilling it again.

Ah, yes, Big Bear has
the blackest magic.

This little toy?

Oh, he's a long way
from Ursa Major.

We've cut the bear down to size.

Think of that powerful, brave,
intelligent creature

reduced by civilization
to Smokey, Pooh

and little Teddy.

Perhaps now at last, the magic
of Ursa Major

is fighting back.

How?

By destroying your complacency.

Annihilating your sense
of safety,

poisoning your life with fear.

That's how
magic works.

In my house, with my daughter?

It's just a speculation.

It's not rational.

I agree.

It's a long way
from social work.

So...

if you think
some toy is harming you,

get rid of it.

Follow your instincts

and give your child a doll.

Something pink
and cute

and synthetic...

and utterly without magic.

You're really upset
about this, aren't you?

I'm fine.

Let's see it.

She'll love it.

DOLL:
Mama.
No lead paint.

Nonallergenic.

The thing is healthier
than I am.

You've got a fever.

It's my leg-- it's infected.

I'm taking you
to the clinic tomorrow.

Get rid of this.

We'll tell her the doll's
Goldilocks.

Your big plan
might not work out.

See, you forgot about Teddy.

Don't.
Mama.

I'm not going to spend
another night

with that thing in this house.

[crash]

SUSIE:
Mommy!
No!

Mommy!

Come quick!

Mommy! Mommy!

Oh, baby.

It's okay.

It's okay, Mommy's here.

What happened?

I don't know.

Tell me.

Why did you do this?

Teddy did it. He got mad.

He threw everything.

I got scared.

It's okay.

Nothing's going
to hurt you.

Mommy won't let
anything hurt you.

[crying]

[door creaking]

I took Daddy to
the clinic today.

He's going to stay there
until his leg is all better.

It may be a few days,

but then he is
coming back home.

But when is Teddy
coming back home?

Not for a while.

Teddy went back to the forest

so he could be with
Mama and Papa Bear.

You can write him
if you like.

And he did leave
you Goldilocks.

Isn't she pretty?

Mama.
She's not the
same as Teddy.

[demonic growling]

[demonic growling]
SUSIE:
Mommy!

Mommy! Mommy, come quick!

Mommy! Mommy!

Look!

What happened?

Teddy did it.

He couldn't have.

Mama.

Susie...

you stay right there.

Don't move.

[gasps]

[demonic growling]
Mommy, please come quick!
Mommy!

No!

Mommy!

Mommy!

[screams]

[screaming]

No!

Mommy, please don't!

[bear growling]

[grunting]

[demonic growling]
Mommy!

[bear growling loudly]

[demonic growling]

Mommy, Mommy, it saw me
and I was scared!

[rattling]

[paws shuffling, growling]

What's going to happen,
Mommy?!

I want Daddy!

[paws shuffling]

No!

[bear roaring]

No!

No!
[vicious growling]

[loud squealing]

[screaming]

[bear roaring]

NARRATOR:
The dark side is always there.

Waiting for us to enter.

Waiting to enter us.

Until next time,

try to enjoy the daylight.