Foreign Exchange (2004) s01e17 Episode Script

1
(upbeat music)
(mellow music)
- Tara, uh, hi.
You look great.
- I know.
- Uh, did you have a nice weekend at home?
- Lovely.
- Let me help you with that.
- No, Martin.
Bye.
Hannah, I've got some fantastic news.
- You're moving rooms.
- Ha ha, Hannah.
No, we've got a new roommate.
- Since when?
- Say hello to Pookie!
(dog whining)
- You're joking.
- Oh, isn't she just the cutest?
I couldn't bear to leave her at home
while Mum and Dad were away.
So I brought here here.
Isn't she just the most
gorgeous baby you've ever seen?
- Miss Murphy is gonna go ballistic
if she finds out there's
a dog in the school.
- But she won't find out,
because Pookie is tiny.
And just perfect, aren't you, Pookie?
Say hello to Hannah.
(sneezing)
Now look what you've
done, you've upset Pookie!
- Upset her?
Tara, I'm allergic to dog hair.
(sneezing)
- That is just so typical of you, Hannah.
I should've known you'd
think of something.
Are you really allergic?
- Yes, really.
(sneezing)
Tara, I can't live in
the same room as a dog.
- Then you'll just have to move.
- Me?
And what's Miss Murphy gonna say when
she sees me sleeping in the corridors?
- Why do you have to make
everything so complicated, Hannah?
- You're the one that
brought a dog to the school!
- All right, all right.
For every problem, there's a solution.
What's the answer to this one?
I know, it's the perfect place for her.
- Where?
- The old boiler room, down in the cellar.
- What?
- Yeah, it's warm, and it's quiet.
Oh, Pookie, I'm gonna make you the coziest
little home any doggy's ever had.
- That's a terrible idea!
- Why?
- Well, because it's,
it's stuffy, and dark.
She'll get lonely, Tara,
it's really not a good idea.
- It's a brilliant idea.
I don't know why I didn't
think of it earlier.
Do I, Pookie?
- I have to make a phone call.
- You'd better not snitch on us.
(upbeat music)
(phone ringing)
- Hello, Miller residence.
- Brett, we've got an emergency.
- Hannah?
- [Craig] Who's that?
- Oh, just some git who
doesn't care what time it is.
- It's Tara, she's brought
a dog to the school.
- Dog?
- Just hang up on 'em,
Brett, don't humor 'em.
- Well, it's.
Going to get in the way.
- What is?
- The way in and out.
- What are you on about?
- Just hang up on 'em, mate!
The more you humor 'em, the
more they'll keep calling back.
- I don't understand what you're saying.
Hello?
- Brett?
- Hannah.
Do you want me to come over?
- Brett!
(dial tone beeping)
(suspenseful music)
- This must be a real emergency, Hannah.
- Brett, what are you doing here?
- Tara!
Um, more to the point,
what are you doing here?
- Um, Pookie is Tara's dog.
- Say hello to Brett, Pookie.
- Tara, um, smuggled
Pookie into the school.
- Well, that's, that's really brave, Tara.
- Oh, Pookie, Brett
isn't gonna tell on us.
Are you, Brett?
- No, of course not.
- And she's gonna keep him
down here, in the cellar.
- Great.
Oh, great.
- Yeah.
So we have to help her out, don't we?
- Yeah, right.
In fact, I'll even look after her for you.
- Really?
You'll look after her properly?
- Of course, me and
Pookie will be best mates,
won't we, Pookie?
- Well, um, we better get back,
we're not meant to be down here.
- I am so grateful for this, Brett.
I'll always remember it.
- You can count on me, Tara.
Always.
- Come on, Tara.
- This was the emergency, right?
- Yes.
- Just me and you, Pook.
(groaning)
- Do you think Pookie will
be all right with Brett?
- I can't think of anyone
better to look after her.
(whining)
- Look out, mate.
You're gonna keep it quiet
down here, aren't you?
- Is someone down here?
Hello?
- Time for some holiday, Pookie.
- Hello?
Oh, it's you, Brett.
I just heard a dog barking.
What are you doing down here?
- I'm, um, checking for
air leaks in the pipes.
It's an old Australian plumbing technique.
(barking)
- I think you might need
a bit of a rest, son.
Go on home, I'll take care of this.
- Yeah, right.
Okay.
- You're still here, Brett.
- Yeah, well, um.
I'll see you later, then.
(tapping)
(barking)
- Brett!
Hey, your door's not locked.
(barking)
(energetic music)
- You've got to get her back.
- I can't, Seamus is down there.
- Seamus?
- I'm just gonna tuck
Pookie in for the night.
- No!
- She's, uh, asleep already.
- And Miss Langdon's doing her rounds.
You don't want to get caught.
- Otherwise it'll be goodbye Pookie.
- Um, tell you what.
Brett will.
- I'll give her a big hug
and a kiss goodnight from ya.
- Oh, all right.
Thanks, Brett.
- Find her!
- Jackie!
Jackie, Brett had a dog in his room
and now I can't find it.
- Oh, no, get out of there, you!
(glass breaking)
Come on!
- When did Brett get a dog, anyway?
You said we couldn't have a dog.
- Well, now you can see why,
and so will Brett when I collar him.
(suspenseful music)
- Pookie!
Here, Pookie!
(whistling)
Pookie, here!
Pookie!
Hey, has anyone seen a.
- A little dog with a big attitude?
As a matter of fact, yes.
- Where'd it come from?
- Oh, it's Hannah's friend's dog.
I was supposed to dog-sit her for a while.
- Brett, you should have asked
before you brought a dog into the house.
- I'm sorry.
Where'd she go?
- You can go and find her as soon as
you finish cleaning up this mess.
(energetic music)
- Barry, I'll be late for morning tea.
And don't eat all the fruitcake.
- Here, Pookie!
Pookie, here, Pookie!
Here, Pookie!
Here, Pookie!
Here!
Wayne, Wayne, have you seen a dog?
She's about this big, but
she thinks she's this big.
- A mongrel terrier?
- You've seen her?
- It's not yours, is it?
- No, no, I'm looking after her.
- Yeah, well, then you owe me.
Look what it did.
- Okay, look, I'll fix you up later,
but where'd she go?
- For a swim, by the looks of it.
(laughing)
- Pookie!
(laughing)
Bruce, Bruce, has anyone
reported a stray dog?
It's a tiny, cute little thing.
- A Jack Russell terrier?
- Yeah.
Yeah, that's the one.
(barking)
- With a bark like that?
(whining)
- That's her!
Oh, that's fantastic.
Gee, Bruce, you really saved my bacon.
- You can pick her up from the pound.
- What?
- It's an offense to have animals
on the beach without a leash.
- Look, I'll take her now, all right?
She'll never come back
to this beach, I promise.
- You know where to find her.
Barry, I'm on my way in.
Put the kettle on, man.
(whining)
(suspenseful music)
- Tara.
What time is it?
- 20 past two.
- What are you doing?
- I have been worrying
about Pookie all night.
I'm going down to make
sure she's all right.
- No, you can't!
- I have to.
- But, but.
- You don't know what it's like, Hannah.
Having a dog is a responsibility.
To care for, to love.
- Look, I know how you feel about Pookie.
- My mind's made up, Hannah.
I'm going down to the cellar.
- Pookie's not in the cellar!
- What?
- Um.
Brett took her out.
- Why?
- Because, well, because
Seamus was down there working.
He would have discovered her.
Brett had to do something.
- Well, where is she now, then?
- Um, I'm not sure.
Possibly the stables,
but I can't be certain.
Brett wouldn't tell me exactly.
- Poor Pookie, all alone in
some dark, dingy outhouse.
I really should find her.
- Listen.
You're all upset, you can't
go out wandering about.
Go back to bed, I'll make
us some hot chocolate.
- Oh, thank you, Hannah.
You and Brett have been
so kind about Pookie.
- Don't even think about it.
Be back in a minute.
- Um, make sure you put in two
spoons of sugar, won't you?
- I told her you've hidden
Pookie in the stables,
but she's getting frantic.
You really have to find her.
- [Brett] Keep Tara calm.
It's okay, I found her.
- You have?
That's brilliant.
- [Brett] Not exactly, she's in the pound.
- The pound?
Well, what is she doing, look, never mind.
Just get her here by morning.
(barking)
- So, it's not your dog, you've
got no proof of ownership,
and you expect me to hand it over to you.
- But her owner will be worried sick.
I mean, she worships the little thing,
and she doesn't know I
took her to the beach.
- Oh, perhaps you should think twice
before you steal someone's dog.
- I didn't steal her.
I was looking after her, and,
please, can I have her back?
- Look, if the owner
really wants the dog back,
she can come down here herself
with the registration papers.
- Right.
Easy, thanks heaps.
- The dog pound?
Oh, the poor little thing.
- Oh, she's not in any danger or anything.
- I'm really, really sorry
about letting Pookie loose.
I didn't know she was in your room,
and she just got away so quick.
- It's okay, Meredith.
It's not your fault, I should've made sure
the door was locked.
- How can we get her out?
- It's gonna be tough
without the rego papers.
- Hmm.
We used to have a dog when I was a kid.
- You still are a kid.
- When I was five.
Got photos somewhere.
- You haven't got the
registration papers, have you?
Okay, okay, we've established
that it's my fault,
but we need to get her out of the pound.
- Well, I can't go now, I've got classes.
But you know, Tara will
want to see that dog soon.
- Yeah, but we need to buy some time.
- A miracle, that's what we need.
Pity Pookie doesn't have a double.
- That's not as dumb as it sounds.
(suspenseful music)
- Brett said Pookie would be here!
Where is she?
- Maybe he just took her
out for some exercise.
Oh, look, isn't that them?
Brett!
- Oh, look at my precious little girl.
(barking)
(barking)
- Well, come on, we don't
want anyone to see us here.
(bell ringing)
- We've gotta hurry, the
pound will be closing soon.
- This isn't gonna work, Brett.
- Yes it will.
Meredith's getting the
registration papers now.
- And what about the guy at the pound?
- Well, he knows I'm not the owner,
but he doesn't know that you're not.
- Well, he will when dear little Pookie
tries to bite the hand off my wrist.
She hates me.
- Not if she thinks you're Tara.
- Dad never throws anything away.
- Lucky for us.
- But you should get your friend
to register Pookie, you know.
It's responsible pet ownership.
- I'll tell her, Meredith.
- I haven't seen you wearing
a dress like that before.
Are you doing a makeover?
- No, just felt like a change.
- Come on, show me.
I like your normal look,
it suits you much better.
- Well, it's nothing too serious.
- Good.
- I'm not sure we're
gonna get away with this.
- 1999, it says.
- I know it's not current,
but it still is proof of ownership.
- Crossbreed, it says.
- That's right.
- Cross between a Labrador
and a Spaniel, it says.
- I know she's small for her size.
- Ah, I'll have to
check the files on this.
Come back tomorrow.
- No, but Pookie's never
been on her own before.
Please, just let me have her back.
- Absolutely not, rules are rules.
(sobbing)
- Why can't we have our
doggie back, Hannah, why?
- Well, you heard the nice man, Meredith.
Rules are rules.
- But I'll never see Pookie again.
- You will, you will.
If she survives the night.
(sobbing)
- Okay, okay.
You obviously care for the dog.
That's the most important
thing, I suppose.
Come on.
- Oh, thank you, thank
you, such a nice man.
Isn't he a nice man, Hannah?
- All right, little lady,
don't push your luck.
- I told Dad that drama
classes were useful.
- You know, there was another kid in here
looking for the same dog.
He was a bit weird, too.
- My stepbrother.
- That explains it.
(sneezing)
- Oh, excuse me.
Must be coming down with a cold.
- She's just down here.
Nervy little thing.
Could do with a couple of months
on a sheep farm, if you ask me.
To tell you the truth, I'll
be glad to be rid of her.
She was upsetting all the others.
- Oh, here, Pookie.
Mommy's got some treats for you.
(sneezing)
Excuse me.
(sneezing)
- I never thought I'd be so happy
to see this little stinker again.
Oh, man, she really is a stinker.
- She's got fleas, too.
I have to go and wash Tara's dress.
You better get her cleaned up.
(sneezing)
- Hey, Hannah!
Thanks.
(sighing)
(phone ringing)
- Eilish Murphy.
How nice to hear from you, Mrs. Keegan.
I see.
And you think it best if I told Tara?
Hannah.
Yes.
That's very sad.
Yes.
Thank you, Mrs. Keegan.
I'll let Tara know immediately.
Go and find Tara, and ask her
to come and see me, please.
- Yes, Miss Murphy.
- Perhaps you should come too, Hannah.
Tara might need some support.
- Yes, Miss.
(sighing)
(barking)
- Pookie, Pookie, come back
here, you little mongrel!
Pookie, come here, Pookie!
Pookie, come here!
Come here, Pookie!
Pookie!
- Bad news is never easy, Tara.
I'm afraid I have some for you.
You own a dog named Pookie, is that right?
- Yes, Miss.
(sneezing)
- Your mother phoned a little while ago.
It seems that Pookie has gone missing.
- [Brett] Pookie, Pookie, come here!
- Now, they've been searching,
but there's no sign of her.
I'm sorry.
- Oh dear.
(barking)
Pookie!
- Come here, you mutt!
- This is Pookie?
- Yes.
Yuck, where have you been?
- Well, she um, must have
followed her from home.
This is incredible.
I've seen things like this on TV.
- She must really love you, Tara.
- She does.
And I love her.
Or I will, after she's had a bath.
- Hmmm.
All's well that ends well, then, eh, Tara?
I'll phone your mother
with the amazing news,
and she can arrange to have the dog
picked up and taken home.
- I don't know who I hate more.
You for treating poor Pookie so badly,
or myself for trusting
you in the first place.
- Yeah, sorry, Tara.
- She's gonna need a full
makeover before she goes home.
- Not to mention the psychological damage
she'll probably suffer
for the rest of her life.
- Oh, by the way, she's um, got fleas.
(screaming)
- Brett Miller!
I hope you rot in hell!
(Pookie whining)
- I've got fleas.
(whirring)
(energetic music)
(upbeat music)