(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,
500 pounds?
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)
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!
(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!
(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.