Wolfblood (2012) s01e09 Episode Script

- When did these pets go missing? - Last few days.
Think it's your beast on the prowl, do you? The beast is back.
And I know where I can find it.
Look, I know how important this is to you.
You have no idea! Everyone thinks I'm the town weirdo! I'm just fed up with lying.
I can't even tell my friends who I really am.
It's not about you it's about all of us.
My friends will understand that.
This is about you feeling guilty.
It's about me living truthfully for once.
- It wasn't me.
- Then who was it? I don't think Maddy ought to be go out with a cold like this.
Right, open! Like an allergic reaction? It's got to be cool having a family you can be yourself around.
- You like it? - We call it the den.
It's got everything a wolf desires.
It's about responsibility.
Don't you ever just want to run free? Isn't that what being a Wolfblood is about? This is perfect.
You've scared the beast off now! - You ready for the practice run? - No.
- It's not as bad as you think.
- Do you have to lock me in? Well Yeah! If you can't cope as a human, you're never going to cope as a wolf.
I hate it! It's not that bad.
- I'll get claustrophobia.
- I thought that, but I didn't.
I won't be able to breathe.
All Wolfbloods do this.
Once you do it once I'll be tame.
Is that what you think I am? Tame? Aw, no! Look into my eyes.
You will enjoy this! You WILL enjoy this! What if I don't? Then stay away tomorrow night.
We can't force you.
- I guess so.
- It's your choice.
Lone wolf or pack? Mr Vaughan's dad's not well.
They've gone to stay with him for a couple of days.
Doss at mine.
Mum's on split shifts.
We'll have a laugh.
Sorry, it's already been arranged between his social worker and my parents.
Since when did a social worker tell Rhydian what he can and can't do? Yeah, well, I mean, they're expecting me now.
Maybe another time.
Sorry, mate.
OK.
See you tomorrow.
Did you buy all that? - All what? - Duh.
Ugh.
Don't start, Tom.
Shan, don't take this the wrong way, but you're not really an expert on the whole boy-girl - flirting thing, are you? - And you are? He was all over her at yours after we saw that beast.
All I'm saying is, either her parents won't be there or THEY won't.
At least for four or five hours anyway.
Just drop it, Tom.
There's nothing going on between Maddy and Rhydian! Living near humans is always a risk.
That's why we keep our heads down.
- And live out here.
- It's all about responsibility.
Being a Wolfblood affects everything.
We're not saying live like a hermit.
No, no, no.
It's about seeming normal.
OK, he gets it.
Stop nagging.
I mean that's great, but your family's owned this place for centuries.
I don't think I couldn't afford a country mansion on my weekly allowance.
Well, you've got a talent! Wolfbloods generally do.
An artist too *can live and work wherever they like.
As long as they have a dungeon in the cellar.
It's not a dungeon.
It's a precaution.
Think of it as a rite of passage.
Like an initiation into our pack.
Because deep down, that's what you really want, to be in a pack.
All Wolfbloods do.
It's greater than the instinct to be free.
And there's no freedom without responsibility.
Not in the human world anyway.
Look, the full moon's not till tomorrow.
If you don't want to sleep down here tonight Maddy! Mam! It's his choice.
It's OK.
I need to learn.
I won't let you down.
We never thought you would.
Can you smell something? No.
Do the army come up here to train or something? I don't think so.
- Rhydian! - Just having a look.
Sinclair? Why would anyone hide Sinclair gear in the woods? Cos it's nicked.
Or fake.
It looks pretty real to me.
How would you know? You can't afford Sinclair.
Like you've got a wardrobe full.
I have now.
Rhydian, we can't just help ourselves.
Why not? Because we're supposed to be keeping our heads down? - Being responsible? - So, what, we call the police? "Yes, Officer, we were running "four miles to school, as you do on the day of a full moon.
" Taking from thieves isn't really stealing, is it? Exactly.
In fact, we're just punishing them for doing it in the first place.
And you can't get more responsible than that.
- We've got a present for you.
- Sinclair! You'll be the best-dressed girl in school.
Where did you get these? Ask no questions, hear no lies.
Told you they're up to something.
I meanI just We know what you mean.
Do we? Tom still thinks we're you know.
- Still? - No! No, no.
Er? Yeah I'm sorry and I was wrong.
OK? - Apology accepted.
- In that case, ta! Thank you very much.
- Go on then, Shan.
- Sorry, Mads, but all these designer labels, they're made in sweatshops.
Well, yeah, but I'm sure this isn't.
I'd rather wear ethically produced stuff and support smaller companies.
You know, it's better for the planet.
I'm sorry, it was really nice of you.
No, no, you're right.
Wouldn't want to spoil Shannon style! - Sinclair? - Where did you losers get that? How could YOU afford it? Well, it was a pressie for Shannon, but it turns out it's not really her thing.
- ALL: - I want it! Whoa! I'll give you 20 quid.
- ã23.
- 24.
50.
I'll give you 35 if you wait until the end of the week.
- 30, cash.
- Sold to the woman in the blue! I was going to the hairdresser's after school.
But this is way cooler than a haircut.
- Have you got more? - No! That was the last one.
If you do get any more, we'll pay what she paid.
OK.
Come on, leek boy.
We all know you stole that Sinclair stuff.
Sorry, Jimi, none left.
Can't help you.
Me? I don't buy stolen goods.
What am I, poor? Nah, I thought you could help out these two dorks.
Hey! I mean, have you seen the way they dress? Market stall knock-offs, jumpers knitted by Liam's gran.
You can't give back a present from your nan! Football team's got a tournament next month.
Professional players are giving master classes, there's a dinner on the last night, I have to sit next to these losers.
Now, if you could kit them out Maybe I could lay my hands on a few things.
That would be brilliant.
Yeah, great.
But we couldn't pay what Kara paid.
Yeah.
Mates' rates, right? Lads.
I'm sorry, but I've got overheads to cover.
I mean this is a business.
I can't just hand out discounts to anyone that asks.
See! That's how a real businessman behaves.
Watch and learn.
But we can't afford it! That's the problem with you two.
You lack initiative.
And if you are going to dress like dorks, stand further away from me.
And a hoodie.
Right, remember, colour and size are not guaranteed.
You can't do this.
Course I can.
I'll just nip out at lunchtime and fill my bag.
Unless you get caught by a teacher or the thieves coming back for their stuff! Do you remember what your dad said? Wolfbloods have limited options.
You're all right, with your big old house and your money.
We aren't as rich as you think.
I'm a Wolfblood in the care system.
I have to think about my future.
And if my first step is making money out of teenage fashion victims, that is fine by me.
Fine, but when it all goes wrong, don't expect me to sort out your mess.
- If someone catches us - Stop whining and keep watch.
What if Tom finds out? It's stolen goods, stupid.
What's he going to do, call the police? Rhydian's coming! What are you two looking so guilty about? - Nothing.
- Don't know what you're on about.
Where's he getting all this stuff from? He's going to get into real trouble.
I'll talk to him.
Sorry, guys, it's all gone.
Sorry.
Look, you've had your fun.
Just quit while you're ahead.
I offered you a cut.
You said no.
This isn't about the money.
Have you forgotten what day it is today? You can't afford to take these risks.
You were happy to take stuff this morning.
Yeah, because I was over-excited and stupid.
But now I've got control of myself, which is what you need to do.
Because when this all blows up in your face, we're not going to be around to help.
I don't need your help! Right, I've got one last girl's T-shirt.
Anybody? Highest bidder! Any more than 60? Right.
Before we get started, we've had a call from the police.
They have reason to believe that someone is selling stolen property on school premises.
Specifically, Sinclair designer clothing.
Does anyone in this class know anything about that? And for once we have complete and utter silence.
All right, come on.
Open your textbooks, page 47.
I'm so glad I had more sense than to get involved in this.
What? The police what? But we haven't done anything.
I'll decide that.
Follow me.
I just want to know where you got these items from.
- Why, sir? Do you want some? - What? They'd never go with your eyes.
I got them by mail order.
So you have a receipt or some paperwork? Doubt it.
Mum made me tidy my room.
I threw out all the packaging.
I bet you don't have receipts for what you're wearing today, sir.
But that doesn't mean it's stolen.
Does Oxfam even do receipts? I'm not being funny, sir, but do you have proof there ARE stolen goods in school? The police, they believe Year 11s love starting rumours and watching the teachers run round in circles.
Do you remember when they said there was an escaped pony on the playgrounds, sir? Trina, that actually happened.
It kicked Jimi, remember? Oh, yeah! Sometimes I love school.
Please, just stick to the subject! I'm not sure there is a subject, sir.
There's no proof there is any stolen goods in school.
You can't prove we didn't buy those legitimately, and as much as I hate to remind you, we're missing French.
Go! Now! If you're flogging more stuff, forget it.
I've come to say thanks - for not dobbing me in.
- Whatever.
Exactly how grateful are you? Cos I've still got that hairdresser's appointment booked and Katrina's saving for new shoes.
- You want your money back? - And we keep the T-shirts.
- No way.
- I thought you were grateful? I thought you were a gentleman.
I thought you wanted to make sure that no-one ever accidentally said anything, especially to Jeffries.
Pleasure doing business with you.
- Happy now? - Not really.
But if it makes you see how much of a risk you took.
Well, I won't be taking any more.
Better think about that again, cos we could still tell Jeffries what's been going on.
Two against one.
He'd believe us.
What do you want? These.
One each, for free.
What if I can't get them? Then I suppose you're going to prison.
We'll tell Jeffries Rhydian had nothing to do with it.
You can't prove anything.
All we have to do is name everyone Rhydian sold to.
Someone will crack.
If I get you each one of these each, it's over, right? - You can't trust these two.
- Oi! What other choice do I have? Meet me in Bernie's at 4:30.
See! Now you're thinking like a businessman.
And don't be late.
Rhydian, you can't.
Not tonight.
I've got hours until moonrise.
Just cover for me with your parents.
Look, I'm going to get these, I'll meet Sam and Liam, and I'll be back at yours for dinner.
I'm just supposed to trust you to be there? I'll be there, I promise.
It's just a couple of hoodies.
What could go wrong? Police! Stop where you are! Stop him! Grab him! And these jeans would go lovely with it.
Bernie? All right? Evening, girls.
I see you like Sinclair.
Who wants to know? Detective Inspector Bolton.
Where did you get the T-shirts? Manchester.
Newcastle Mail order.
So you didn't buy them off someone in the street or at school? - There.
We're done.
- Dunno what you mean.
- You've got the wrong people.
- I don't even know who you are! Think this will be enough for the night? Well, given the lack of meat in Rhydian's diet, probably not.
I'll get it.
If it's Rhydian, tell him to hurry up.
Hello? Maddy, it's me.
- Hi, Tom.
What's up? - It's Rhydian.
What's going on? Rhydian's been arrested.
- Charge? - Handling stolen property.
Name? You do know we can keep you locked up until you tell us, don't you? Fine.
Unbelievable stupidity! - Tell HIM, not me! - You took things as well.
We'll deal with that in a minute.
Right now We need to get Rhydian out of here and we don't have long to do it! Hi.
We're here to pick up Rhydian Morris.
- Young lad, is he? - Yeah, that's right.
He wouldn't give his name.
Good thing you turned up, we'd have had to keep him all night.
The lad's parents are here.
Oh, we're not his parents.
He means Rhydian's in foster care.
We're his foster family.
That's right.
Mr and Mrs Vaughan.
Right, well just take a seat.
Detective Bolton will be with you as soon as he's ready.
Which might be some time.
Right, now Mr Vaughan's here, we can get on with this.
Oh.
HiMr Vaughan.
Sorry.
You will be, young man.
Interview with Rhydian Morris, commencing 18:20 on Tuesday 9th May.
Present, DI Bolton.
(Don't worry, it'll be OK.
) You know we can never draw attention to ourselves.
Fine, we shouldn't have done it.
I know.
But if it was left to you, we'd never do anything.
We'd go nowhere, do nothing, get boring jobs and live boring lives.
We are trying to keep you safe.
There's more to life than being safe! Let's see if you're still saying that at moonrise.
We've got less than an hour.
Any of these men, perhaps? I didn't see anyone there.
I thought the stuff was abandoned.
Look, Inspector.
Rhydian found what he thought was lost property.
Lost property?! He made a stupid decision which I think he now deeply regrets.
Oh, yeah, absolutely.
He clearly wasn't involved in the actual robbery, and I can assure you he will be punished for what he's done.
- So if we could just - It's not that simple, Mr Vaughan.
Rhydian helped himself to something that wasn't his.
We have surveillance photographs.
But surely you can't But you can't.
He's just a kid! Mr Vaughan.
You and I need to have a word in private.
Sergeant Ashford? Mr.
Morris is ready to go back to his cell.
We're not going to charge Rhydian with anything.
Really! Wonderful! Let's sign the paperwork - and I'll get him out of your hair.
- Not so fast, sir.
Lads with a bad attitude, they need to learn to respect authority.
Of course.
I'll make sure he learns his lesson.
The law says we can hold him for another ten hours without charge.
I find when a lad spends a night in the cells, he comes out in no hurry to break the law again.
It's tough love, Mr Vaughan.
Sometimes a child needs to be shocked into changing their behaviour.
That's all right for you.
It's me that has to do the paperwork.
Yeah, it's bad news, I'm afraid.
They're keeping him overnight! They can't.
They can't! Hang on, Dan.
If you run now, you can make it to the moor.
And leave you? Rhydian's going to be in that cell when the moon rises.
At least you can get away.
That's it! You can get Rhydian out of there, Dad, if you tell them what'll happen if you don't.
- What? - You need to tell them I suggest you take your family home, -and come back for this one in the morning.
I'll show you out.
Very well, but there's something you need to know.
Rhydian suffers from a psychological condition known as clinical lycanthropy.
He thinks he's a werewolf? Exactly.
It's a recognised psychological condition.
Every full moon, he gets distressed, even uncontrollable.
I'm not talking bad behaviour, I mean serious physical symptoms.
Right, right, OK! If you don't believe me, you can talk to his psychiatrist.
ARGH! Grr! Grr! Panic attacks, animal behaviour.
- Growling.
- Grr! Snarling.
Scratching the door trying to get out.
- I really don't - Rhydian is in your custody.
Now that you understand the full context of his behaviour, if he comes to any harm in that room, it's your fault.
Inspector Bolton! Please, release him into my care before he does any real harm.
Winding himself up with the moon rising? What if he loses control for real? He'll do that anyway if we don't get him out.
Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up! That's it! I want him out of my cells right now.
Hang on.
You aren't going to charge him, so let's get him out before he hurts himself and we end up with an official investigation.
What the? All right, take him home! My pleasure.
Come on.
- Take the road through the woods.
- But it's longer! We're not going to make it home anyway! But we can't I mean, not out in the open.
You don't have any choice! Unless you can drive a car with your paws, get us into the woods now! - We should do that again next month.
- Not a chance.
- They loved it out there, you could tell.
- I don't think It won't make any .
.
difference.
So what happened? - Nothing.
- Nothing? - They let me go.
- No charge? No charge.
No drama.
No nothing.
We just went home.
But thanks for showing concern.
Nice to know you care so much! How did he get away with that? Someone's there.
Someone's spying on us! - The same scent.
- Wild Wolfblood.
Have you seen her too, have you? Her? The homeless woman who's sleeping rough.
Who are you? What do you want? - I'm your mother.
- I don't have a - I am, I'm your mother.
- No! I can't.
Stop it! There are senses you've never even used, things you can do that you've never even imagined.
- You can't just run away.
- It wouldn't be the first time.