Possum (2018) Script

Mother, Father, what's afoot?

Only Possum, black as soot.

Mother, Father, where to tread?

Far from Possum and his head.

Here's a bag, now what's inside?

Does he seek or does he hide?

Can you spy him, deep within?

Little Possum, black as sin.


Did you hear about it? I know where that happened.

Where?

He doesn't know. All right.

Where, then? Fallmarsh Woods.

Liar. They ain't even said who it was.

Besides, it was the old army barracks. Whereabouts?

Fallmarsh Woods, the police said.

Liar.

Well, my uncle told me, and his neighbour's a policeman.

Bollocks is he.

He knows all about you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop! Why you hittin' me? Stop.

Stop, both of you. Stop. Fallmarsh, next stop.

What were you drawing?


Maurice?


Bag is open, growing wider.

What's inside, man or spider?

Little boy, don't lose your way.

Possum wants to come and play.


Going in?

No.

Mind of its own?

The legs are impressive.

What exactly is it? It's a puppet.

You show that to children?

I'm destroying it.

Even the head?

I heard about your performance.

An old teaching colleague of mine wrote to me.

A scandal, by all accounts.

They'll take me back, once that's gone.

Now you won't get something from the jar.

May I have a demonstration?

I wanna see how the legs work.

Before you kill it.

Can't kill it, it's a puppet.

Burn it, will you?

This place is disgusting, Maurice.

King of the castle.

Remember, a demonstration.


Look at Possum, there he lies.

Children, meet his lifeless eyes.

See his nasty legs and tongue.

When he wakens, watch him run.

Philip!


Come in.

I want to borrow the tools.

Please?


Hungry? No.

Roast fox.

Funny.

Dismantling it, are you?

In my own time, yeah. Pity.

Puppetry's the one thing you were good at.

Staying, are you?

For a while. My house.

Remember this one?

Well made.

My father taught me, you know.

Runs in the family. You're not my father, Maurice.

Bring 'em back.


Police are investigating the disappearance of a 14-year-old boy near Fullmarsh, in Norfolk.

Officers are searching local woodlands and waste ground in an effort to find the teenager, who was last seen on his way home from Marshwood Secondary School in the area of Full...


Is that you, pervert?

Come on.


Can I ask what you're doing?

Nothing.

Why are you waiting there?

Used to be my school.

Move on, will you?

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.


Philip!


Wait awhile, my little child, for what is playing dead.

Possum, with his black balloons, will eat you up in bed.


Waking up, is it?

Wants to get out.


Something from the jar?

What's in them?

Same as always.

No, then.

All grown up now.


Tell me again about the fox.

Why?

Why not?

No.

Tell me.

We were on the marshes, me and the other boys.

I'd built a den there.

Out by the bridges there.

I wanted to show 'em.

When we got there, we found a fox.

Thought it had swallowed something, 'cause it was pantin'.

Whole body was shakin' like it was dyin'.

They started to kick it.

All of 'em. Yeah.

Kicked it around like it was a ball...

Then stuck things in it, till it was dead.

Then what?

Wanted me to pick it up.

Made me.

They grabbed my head, pushed my face inside where it was rotten.

I started to cry.

They laughed.

Ran off and left me.

And then after a while...

the fox... opened its eyes and stared at me.

Stood up and walked away.

There.

Sly bugger.

Playin' with ya.

Yours, I believe.

Like this house, Maurice.

They're demolishing the old barracks.

About bloody time.

Black as sin, it is.


Going in?


Maurice?


"Possum. How he came into the world. 1978."

"By Philip Connell."

"After the fire. Possum."

"Was it he who blackened the very sun above our town?"

"Possum. Does his stare not seem like the face of waking death?"

"Behold how he came into the world."

"Mother, Father, what's afoot? Only Possum, black as soot."

"Mother, Father, where to tread?"

"Far from Possum and his head."

"Wait awhile, my little child, for what is playing dead."

"Possum, with his black balloons, will eat you up in bed."

"Look at Possum, there he lies."

"Children, meet his lifeless eyes."

"See his nasty legs and tongue. When he wakens, watch him run."

"Here's a bag, now what's inside?"

"Does he seek, or does he hide?"

"Can you spy him, deep within?"

"Little Possum, black as sin."

"Bag is open, growing wider."

"What's inside it, man or spider?"

"Little boy, don't lose your way."

"Possum wants to come and play."

Where'd you get that? Fell. From there.

Liar.


Didn't know you could draw as well.

Private.

Is it dead yet?

Mind your own business.

Perhaps it's still playin'.

You won't see me again, Maurice. Won't I?

Train line's down.

Home for the holidays, you are.

But I'd watch where you're treadin', lad.

People are talkin'. Talkin' about what?

Don't you read the papers?

Why didn't you burn, Maurice, eh?

Hmm?

Why wasn't it you?


Maurice?

Maurice?


Happy valley, painted black, all the children in a sack.

Wave goodbye to sun and moon.

Say hello to black balloon.


Happened before, I recall.

Your time. After the fire.

Your school, wasn't it?

I taught you there once, remember?

I remember. That business with the fox...

A colleague asked me in to teach them all a lesson.

Remember their faces.

We showed 'em, didn't we?

Petrified, they were.


Stuffed 'em inside a bag, didn't he?

Wore a mask so they couldn't see him.

There, there, lad.

I had no idea.

I'm sorry. Here.

I had no idea.


Maurice?


Police are widening their search for missing teenager Michael Browning who disappeared on his way home from school on Tuesday afternoon.

Officers are investigating reports of a man acting suspiciously near woodlands and waste ground, close to a former military barracks in the area of Fullmarsh.

The suspect, who was wearing a beige raincoat, was seen several times with a boy matching Michael's description.

Police are warning members of the public not to approach the man, and urge anyone with information to contact the police on this number...


What are you lookin' for?

I wanna talk to you.

Come.

Someone come 'ere for you.

Who?

Law, I reckon.

What did they want? None of my business.

Said you were out.

Did you find him?

Who? Who you're lookin' for.

No. He'll turn up. They always do.

We burnt it.

You and me, we burnt it, the puppet.

You look confused, lad.

You don't look well.

Your face.

Maybe you best lie low for a while.

I'm goin' away.

Where you goin'?

My business.

You'll have this place to yourself.

Don't bring trouble home.

Bloody kids.


Wait there, please.

Can I see him then, please, miss? Will I... Will I see him, Mr Grant?

He's my form teacher.

He knows all about it. He knows what's happened.

Said he'd come with me.

Come where? Police station, miss.

Wait there, please.


OK, will you call them? And I'll keep him here.


The parcel opened, out it sprang, the black long-legged Possum man.

Children, run! He'll eat and smother any child without a mother.

Maurice!

Maurice!

Maurice!

No, no, no!

No!


Come to see Mummy and Daddy? No, no, no.

No. Dirty boy.

No. No. Playing with the dead.

No.

No. No, no, no. Poor boy.

Poor orphan boy.

Mummy and Daddy all burned away? No.

There, there. Uncle's here, lad. Uncle Maurice with his fingers.

No.

No!

No... No, no, no.

Do you like my fingers, boy? No.

Have you missed them?

Please... Please, Uncle Maurice, don't. Please, don't.

Do you want my fingers, you dirty, filthy boy?

No!

Open up, then!

Open up, I said!

Filthy boy.

Leave home, would ya?

Leave your poor, wicked uncle all alone?

No, please. Poor Philip.

Poor, broken Philip.

All grown up.

No! No.

Home for a hidin'. No.

Turn over. No, Maurice. No.

Trousers down. No. No!

You knew it was me, didn't you, boy? Out by the barracks.

You knew it was me... Didn't ya?

Yes. It's where I worked.

Worked everywhere, I have.

But you said nothing. Silly boy.

Now they're huntin' you.

Now you'll get what's comin'.

Six of the best, then. No!

If you cry, I'll start again.

If you cry, I'll start again.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Oh, a man now, are ya?

A man now, are ya, boy?

You can't fight me.

Can you feel that, boy?