Cry Wolf Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Cry Wolf Script





[Woman screams]



[Woman panting]



[Insects chirruping]



[Woman continues panting]



[Woman gasps]



[Woman whimpering]



[Leaves rustling]






[Cell phone ringing]



[Gun clicking]



[Woman whimpers]



[Gun firing]



(announcer on radio) In related

news, local woman Becky Roberts...



has been missing now

for more than    hours...



[birds chirping]



Is anyone there?









Where is everyone?

In the assembly.



So why aren't you?

Why aren't you?



I'm a transfer, I just got here. I know.



Is it that obvious?

It's a small school.



Word travels fast.



So what's the assembly for?

Major drama.



Some townie was screwing the

wrong guy and she's gone missing.



So the police are here to

teach us about personal safety.



Like, don't talk

to strangers.



I'm Owen.






That's unique.



Blame my mom,

she's a Dickens scholar.



And your dad? Let's just

say he's not a scholar.



So where'd you come from?




I meant what was your

last school? Bradford.



Before that, Collegiate.

Webster before that.



So what'd you do?



I was dating this girl who

happened to be the dean's daughter.



Miss Allen.

Miss McNally.



Since you seem to have skipped

the assembly, perhaps detention...



I'm sorry, Miss McNally, is it? Uh-huh.



I'm Owen Matthews

and this is my fault.



It's my first day

and I asked Miss Allen here...



if she could show me

the way to my dorm.



Not that I would ever set foot

in the boys' dorm.



No, just to the dorm's

front entrance.



Fine, but as soon as you finish

showing Mr. Matthews around...



[door opening] Make sure you

contact your RA and he'll help you...




I'll do just that.




Thank you for your help.



I guess

you're stuck with me.



# [Tougher Than It Is

by Cake playing] #



[Phone ringing]



(secretary on intercom) Mr.

Matthews, your son is on line  .



Send him to voicemail,




(Charles on voicemail) You've

reached Charles Matthews...



I'm away from my desk

right now.



Please leave a message and I

will return as soon as possible.






Hey, Dad, just wanted to let

you know that I'm all settled in.



The bus worked out fine...



though it would have been nice

to have seen you before I left.



I got a great

work-study shift...



as a teaching assistant

in the Physics Department.



And I signed up for classes.



Mostly hard sciences,

per your request.



And I just met my roommate,




I just beat off.




Great guy.



Well, I guess that's it, so...



you know, give me a call

if you have some time.






I hope

you washed that hand.



[Whispering] We're

sneaking out. Good for you.



Do you want to come?

Why would I want to do that?



Dodger asked me to bring you.




Where are we going?



(Tom) The old chapel,

Westlake tradition.



To do what? Bible study?

To play a game.



[Students chattering]




What up!



Party's here.

Over here in the locker room.




No, I'm glad they're here.




What's going on, man?



I thought you were missing,

like that townie.



(Randall) Tom, who's your new boyfriend?



You'll have to excuse

Randall here.



He doesn't know the difference

between a roommate and a cellmate.



[All giggling]



Everybody, this is Owen.

Owen, this is everybody.



[Girl laughing]



Jungle Fever,

you guys want to join us?




What's wrong, Graham?



Bad mood 'cause

you blew the physics test?



I don't know, Lewis.



Bad mood because Mercedes

blew the lacrosse team?



Blow this.



I hate to be the bitch here,

but are we going to play or what?



Come on, Regina,

you love to be the bitch.



All right,

everyone put your money in.



Is someone gonna tell me

how to play?



It's a lying game.



The object:

Avoid suspicion.



Manipulate your friends.

Eliminate your enemies.



Have a seat.



I'm going to secretly pick one

person in the group to be a liar.



The wolf.



And everyone else

is a sheep.



If you can find the wolf...



and convince the rest of

the group to vote him out...



then the money is yours.



The wolf survives,

the cash is theirs.



So how do we find the wolf?

Figure out who's lying.



Who's Dodger looking at?

I'm thinking Texas T!






Dude, you will never borrow

my car again.



Then as much as I'm sure I'm

going to miss the PT ragtop...



I thought that I heard

Tom move when Dodger...



was walking around

to mark the wolf.



All right, Randall,

that an official accusation?



And if it is?



Then you can only send home

the accused or the accuser...



but you can't win

if you don't play.



So let's vote.

That's right.



And the defense?

No, I'm not the wolf.



No, I swear to God

I'm not the wolf.



I swear on the Gold Star State

I'm not the wolf.



Come on,

are you gonna listen to me...



or are you gonna listen

to this chump here...



whose buddy list reads

like a sex-offenders registry?



What? (Tom) Come on!



Show of hands,

who thinks Tom's the wolf?






(Regina) You guys, come on. No.



And Randall, our accuser? (Tom) Yes!




All right.



Come on, we need one more

for the majority, guys.



One more for the majority.



O-Dog, help a brother out.



Listen, just 'cause

you're Tom's new bunk-buddy...



doesn't mean

you got to be his bitch.



You don't really think

the angry homophobe thing...



is fooling anyone, do you?



[Boys laughing]



(Dodger) Come on, Randall,

you know the rules.



Show the group

if you've got the mark.



Tell me I'm rich.



[Boy hooting]



No mark.



I guess

Randall's not the wolf.



Watch your back,

pretty boy.



Dude, you know

how gay you sound?



[All laughing]



Blow me, Tom.



Have a nice walk. (Mercedes) Bye.




Nighty-night, sheep boy.




You guys all suck!



Poor baby.



The wolf has survived.

Who wants to start round two?



Dodger felt up

the new guy.



She did ask me

to bring him here.



What a whore. Let's vote.



Hey, I believe

I'm allowed a defense.



Whenever someone lies,

they normally have a tell.



Like my new friend,

Graham, over here.



That's the most retarded thing

I've ever heard.



[All laughing]



And there it is.



Haven't you guys realized

he can't open his mouth...



without taking a swig?




It's empty.



[Bottle rattling]



Graham, you can't convince us

if you can't convince yourself.



You would've noticed it if you

didn't know each other so well.



Are we voting or what?



One vote for Owen.

And the accuser?



The new guy gets to stay

and I have to go?



I cannot wait

to go to college.



Bare it and share it,




Have fun

with your new recruit.



He's just pissed 'cause he's

fat. I can still hear you!



[All laughing]



So was he the wolf? (Dodger)

Money's still on the floor.



Who wants to start

round three?



All right, this is it.

It's one vote for Owen.



Who's it going to be, Lewis?




Say good night, Mercedes.



Congratulations, baby.



Tonight, you could've

gotten laid. But instead...






You got fucked.



Not bad

for your first day.



Yeah, I guess it's one way

to pay for college.



You think

you're that good?



No, it's just bored rich kids

make it so easy.



They're like

bickering siblings.



They turn on each other

for no good reason.



Graham's tell, come on.



You're awfully quick to

judge. No, it's just that...



Those bored rich kids

are my friends.



[Birds chirping]



[Insects chirruping]







... over   ...



Is this journalism class?



Are you Owen Matthews?

Yeah, I'm sorry, I was...



Sleeping in.

No, my alarm clock...



Relax, Owen.



If being late

is the worst thing...



that happens to you in the

first week, you got off lucky.



Take a seat.

As I was saying...



does a reporter

just go for the story?



Or can we, as the media,

cover a tragedy like this...



with both sensitivity

and respect?



Morning, Randall.




What does that mean?



That means, if I may...



that if you upon some nasty pictures

of the victim on the Internet...



don't forward them

to the whole school.



A resounding no to sensitivity

and respect from Mr. Hodge.




Feet down.



You just now discovering

the Internet, Owen? Match. Com?







Mr. Matthews...



you're making it very hard for

me to pretend that I can't tell...



you're not paying attention.



I'm going to need these articles

by this Friday, at the latest.



Now if any of you

are having a hard time...



thinking of something

to write about other than...



the most recent development

in this local tragedy...



I'd be willing

to meet with you privately.



And they only just found

that girl this morning...



because her body was dragged

through the woods by a wolf.



Yeah. Listen, the guy

blew her head off...



then let the wildlife

just go to town.



Why does it have to be

a guy?



Please. Serial killers are always men.



Just the ones

that get caught, baby.



Serial means

more than one, jackass.



You're not taking your SAT book to

my lake house this weekend, are you?



Right, Owen, my dad...

The senator.



The senile drunk, is sending

a limo to take us all...



to the lake house

on Friday.



Nobody ever stays here

on the weekends.



You in?

Yeah, sure.



I'm not going to be able

to make it, I got plans.



What? By plans you mean herpes, right?



Actually, by plans,

I mean I'm going...



to State tomorrow

to see the sweet Jenny Ryder.



It's Wednesday.

I know.



And I'm declaring my own "Randall

Gets Laid" Holiday Weekend.



And I'm going to punch

Miss Ryder's v card...






(Tom) Nice. Thank you.



Can I borrow your car?



Yeah, man.



Yeah, just, you know, leave

the keys on the tire and...



don't get any blood

on the back seat.



I wouldn't dream of it.



Actually, I would like this

to be special, you know.



Like, in the middle of the

woods, up against a tree.



You're a pig.

You're a dyke.



Die a violent death.






Yeah well,

if that's your technique...



I weep for Jenny Ryder.

I bet you do.



So are we going to play

the game before the weekend?



Not sure I want to.



Well, what else are we going

to do around here, study?



Owen had a decent point

last night.



About us knowing each other

too well.



It's so incestuous.



So you just want to stop?

Because of the new guy.



Thank you.

Not necessarily.



Well then, what?



We'll play

with the whole school.



They're the sheep,

and we're the wolves.



I don't think they'll all fit

in the chapel.




Let me ask you a question.



What's the best way

to play the game?



Lie your ass off.

Defend your honor.



Accuse your neighbor.






Nobody knows

who killed that girl.



So why don't we make an accusation?

So what are you suggesting?



Let's convince them

the murderer is on campus.



And he's just getting




All right.



But how do we do that?



[Tom tittering]



You guys

have no imagination.



It's like

you're playing checkers.



And I'm playing chess.



I had fun last night,

thanks for the invite.



Who said I invited you?

I thought Tom said.



Relax, I'm kidding.



I wanted to apologize, too.



I didn't mean to piss on you guys

with that bit about the tells.



Sure, you were just trying

to impress me.



What makes you say that?



Well, I just...

Relax, I'm kidding.



So, I had an idea on how to

convince the rest of the school...



there's a murderer on campus.



I'm listening.



What if this isn't a random

murder, but a serial killer.



You already lost me.



Let's just say someone

forwarded us an e-mail.



About not one, but a series of

murders that happened before.



Go on.



And the first victim died in

identical fashion to our townie.



So it's happening again.



Why else would the police

be investigating Westlake?



They're not.

Telling the student body.



It would be our duty

to warn them.



Meet me in the library.



We're going to create

a killer.




He needs a name.



The Wolf?

That works.



Okay. What else does every

good mass murderer have?



Something that he wears.



Something that covers his

face but anyone can buy.




What? Is he robbing a bank?



My old roommate,

he used to go hunting.



He had one of those

neon ski masks.



Orange doesn't exactly

inspire fear.



Come on, it's the new black.




There are plenty of

deer hunters around here.



Give him a camo jacket, too.



What's his weapon

of choice?



Well, the girl was shot.



Yeah, but a knife

would be scarier.



Don't get me wrong, I

love the phallic imagery...



but serial killers

rarely change their M.O.



But don't you see?

This is his pattern.



Remember this is not the

first time our boy has struck.



Of course, he goes

from campus to campus.



Following the exact

same plan.



The first death is always a townie.

Which is just a warning shot.



Before he attacks

the school.



And the massacre begins.

On the full moon.



That's this weekend, right?

It's Halloween.



It's so obvious.

It's perfect.



So who were

the original victims?



So the first person killed

was obviously the town slut...



shot in the face

while lost in the woods.



Okay. Who's next?



What if the Wolf waited for his

prey in the back seat of a car?



(Randall) What if you

were any more cliché?



Like you can do better.



Dark hair, brown eyes.



Killed while

looking in the mirror.



A victim of

her own narcissism.



That means conceited.

Anyone else?



Self-mutilating de-virginizer,

eviscerated in the chapel.



No, it should be special

for him.



Lock up the misogynist pig

and let him bleed to death.



Right after castrating him.



Very slowly.



Can the Wolf do

microscopic surgery?



[Randall laughing







Laugh it up, drama boy.

You're next.



Prima donna wannabe actor trying

to play the big balcony scene...



gets his intestines

ripped out.






Who else? Let's not

forget the campus queen.



Her sharp wit was dulled

when she choked...



on her own severed tongue.






You people

are deeply unwell.



Four years in the same place

with the same people.



What do you expect?




Last but not least.



The good guy that fell

for the bad girl.



Died of a broken heart.



I didn't know you were

such a romantic, Randall.



I'm not.

But I do love the irony.



We'll get this out tonight,

leaving plenty of time...



for the rumors to spread.




Lights out.



If I get caught

in the boys' dorm again...



Yeah, that hasn't happened

since we hooked up, huh?



By hooking up,

you mean jerking off...



to my yearbook photo, right?



Dude, don't you want

to use an anonymous account?



Why? I'm just forwarding it along.

With sensitivity and respect.



Owen, Tom,

I said lights out!



Hey, did you guys hear

what I said? Go to bed.






[Door slamming]



Do you think anyone

will believe it?



I'm telling you, I read

the e-mail. It's happening.



Just like it did

at that other school.



The first girl, she

was shot in the face.



I forwarded it... (boy) To my brother.



He sent it to everyone

he knows.



He told me to get off-campus this

weekend if I didn't wanna get gutted.



He said the second girl...



[students chattering]



[Cell phones ringing]



(Rich) Owen, just the man I want to see.



You got a minute?




What's in the box?

Antique chess set.



Got to love eBay. Just now

discovering the Internet?




So I read your e-mail.



Someone forwarded that to you?

Sure did.



Someone also sent it

to the victim's mother.



Who forwarded it

to her attorney.



He called the Headmaster's

office this morning.



She assumes it originated

off-campus. Don't worry.



I'm not inclined

to inform her otherwise.



Why would I worry?



I glanced at your records

this afternoon.



I see your father pulled some

strings to get you in here.



Dear old dad.



I also saw that your status

here is probationary.



So you end up

in the Headmaster's office...



you might as well

pack your bags.



Bringing the bitch out early.



Just keeping you

on the defensive.



Speak for yourself.






The arrogance of youth.



Don't you mean

the confidence?




I meant the ignorance.



You know, it was just for fun.



Yeah, I do.



But you've got to know

it had some real consequences.



No offense, Mr. Walker.



This is high school.

Nothing's for real.



[Phone ringing]






[Cell phone ringing]

To buy as many properties...



Sorry. Just a second.



Sorry. Just my son.

Go ahead.



(Charles on voicemail) Hello,

this is Charles Matthews.



I'm away from my phone

right now...



but if you leave

your name and number...



[computer bleeps] I will

get back to you. Thank you.






[Computer bleeps]



[Computer bleeps]



What up, O-Dog! Sorry.



When I bend it like Beckham,

I usually lock the door.



I got your message.




(Owen) Text messaging come in handy?



Dude, I didn't send this.

Yeah, right.



If it was me,

why would I deny it?



Dude, it's Dodger.



Doesn't really seem

like her style.



You kidding? It was her idea to

change the game in the first place.



She's just taking it a step

further by coming after you.



Watch and learn.



She usually does laps

after field hockey.



I bet she's on the computer

in the swim team office.



Dude, Dodger's been waiting

for a guy who'll bite back.



If you get laid after this,

you got me to thank, all right.



[Computer bleeps]



Relax, man.



Whoever it is

knows your screen name.



It's got to be someone

on campus.






Who's there?



Aim for the shallow end. We

want to scare her, not kill her.




Yeah, okay.






One, two...



[water splashing]






Did you hit her? (Tom) What?



I think she's faking it.

Isn't she?



She's not coming up.



Owen Matthews,

you're my hero.



You bitch.



Twice in one day, not bad.



What's that supposed to mean?

"Be careful what you wish for"?



Talk sense, boys,

you're losing me.



Someone sent Owen some IM's

claiming to be the Wolf.



Said they were going

to pick our bones clean.



That's a little

over the top.



Yeah, and pretending

to drown isn't?



Look, I was with Regina all

afternoon, studying AP Chem.



You can ask her.



No, I believe you.



Someone's just trying

to scare you.



I'm late for the team run,

I got to go.



Okay, so if you were with

Regina and Randall's at State...



that leaves Mercedes

and Lewis. And Graham.



You did make him look

like a chump the other night.



You think he's trying

to get me back?



And get back in the game.



The sum total

would be about   .



Very funny, Graham.

I'm glad you think so.



Do I look like I'm laughing?

Well, I had to do something.



Sure, I understand.



You had to send me threatening IM's

pretending to be a serial killer.



I have no idea what you could

possibly be talking about.



You didn't just IM as the Wolf

about an hour ago?



No, I've been here

since sixth period.



[In British accent]

Owen, you can't convince me...



if you can't

convince yourself.



[All chuckling]



What were you just talking about,

then, the thing you had to do?



I filed a noise complaint.

For what?



Are you kidding? Your room

is directly above us...



it sounds like you're having

WWF tryouts up there.



[Door opening]



Jesus, Tom.



What happened?



Did you do this?

Of course not.



Somebody else must've... Why

didn't they touch your stuff?



Tom, I didn't touch

your stuff. Then who did?



[Computer bleeps]



That's Randall's.

I know.



That's disgusting.



Do you think

something happened to Randall?



Like what?

Like he died a violent death?



It's Regina.



She has a recipe for fake

blood she got off the Internet.



It's just corn syrup.



[Phone ringing]



It used to be sweeter.



Hey, Re-genius,

I can't believe...



you got Randall to let

you borrow his tongue stud.



You know you're going to

buy me a new computer, right?



What is it?



Hey, what's up?




I told Tom...



I've been on an AP Bio

field trip all afternoon.



I thought you were in AP Chem.

No. I took AP Chem junior year.



Who told you that?



Why are you doing this?



Not here.



Look, I was in town.

Yeah? Doing what?



I was visiting my mom.

What was she doing in town?



She lives here, all right.

This is my home.



Go ahead, laugh all you want.

The Dickens scholar.



Sixth grade English teacher.



I'm not even going to tell you

what my dad does.



So how can you afford...




You think people would

really care? I'm a town.



Around here,

town means trash.






You don't have to rub it in.




It's not that.



It's just...



You know, I wish my dad

taught school, lived in town.



I mean, the guy sent me here just

so he wouldn't have to deal with me.



I'm sorry

I flipped out earlier.



After what happened

at my last school and...



Yeah, you told me.



The vengeful dean

and his darling daughter.



What I didn't tell you was that

I was charged with possession.



She got busted, was freaked

about her dad's job.



So I took the fall.



I'm not surprised.

Why is that?



You may not have a tell,

Mr. Matthews.



But you do have a weakness.




You're a good guy.

Makes you predictable.



Yeah, if it gets me

kicked out of Westlake...



I might as well sign up

for community college.



Then why did you play the game

to begin with?



The sneaking out.

The hoax e-mail.



At the pool.



You saved me.



You were faking.



I'm not now.









Someone's here.






They're wearing

an orange ski mask.



You're kidding.



If the light's gone off,

it means he's gone, right?



Or standing very still.




Who do you think it is?



It has to be someone we know,

he's wearing a ski mask. Indoors.



[Book thudding]



(Owen) How in the hell

did he get over there?




He's coming this way.



Okay, don't move.



The light will go off

and then we can jump him.



Try German Philosophy.

No one will bother you there.



So I don't get it.



Okay, not to get

all fortune cookie on you...



but the most obvious answer

is usually the right one.



[Crickets chirping]



My gut, when I got the IM,

was that it was the real guy.






Why not?



No, I said the most obvious,

not the most ridiculous.



I don't know, I mean, someone

murdered that girl in the woods.



Maybe he read our e-mail.



Maybe he didn't get the joke.

Maybe he's pissed.



Maybe it's Randall?

It was his tongue ring, right?



It's hard to believe he'd give up

bragging rights to Jenny Ryder...



just to play killer

in the stacks.



Like he could ever

actually seal the deal.



I bet you $  

he didn't even go to State.



How about dinner?



As long

as it's not over $  .



Damn, I left my book bag

in the stacks.



I'll be right back.



You know what, I've got

something I should go do.



I'll see you tomorrow.



Sorry. Not a fan of the PDA.



It was a black Jansport backpack.

I left it on the lower level.



I'm sorry, I didn't see it.



If one of the staff had picked it

up they would've turned it in by now.



Did you see

any other students?



Maybe they picked it up.






[Phone ringing]



(male operator)

Student information.



Hi, can you give me

Jenny Ryder's phone number?



I believe

she's in the freshman class.



I'll connect you.



[Phone ringing]



(Jenny) Hello? Hi, Jenny.



Can I speak to Randall?

Who is this?



I'm a friend of his

from school.



I just wanted to tell him...

Tell him yourself.



He's not here.




Do you know

how I can reach him, or...



I told you, he's not here.

He never showed up.



Did he say where he...

No. He didn't say anything.



He stood me up

for my own formal.



Half my sorority doesn't think

he even exists.



He didn't call?




There has to be something

really wrong with the guy...



to just not show up like that.



I couldn't agree more.



Hey, Mercedes!



You know

where I can find Dodger?




I have something of hers.



Well, she's

on the floor below me.



I'm sure I'll see her

before lights out.



Actually, I was kind of hoping

to give it to her myself.



I bet you were.



I saw her heading toward

the faculty building.



I think Mr. Walker is going

over her article with her.



Thank you.



[Door closing]



[Door creaking]



[Door slams]



Obi-Wan, what's up,




Hey, you seen my

shoulder pads around here?



By the way...



librarian dropped

your bag off.



Said someone turned it in,

or something like that.






what do you think

a murder victim looks like?







What do you want?



Chill, buddy. I'm just

trying to figure out...



what I'm going to be

for the Halloween dance.



You figured out what you're

doing for a costume yet?



Yeah, I'm not sure I'm going.

I've got to work that night anyway.



What? Dude, we could both

be murder victims.



I mean, Regina is a pro

with effects makeup.



And that's the night the Wolf

is supposed to strike.



[Tom snickers]



Come on, O-Dog, don't make me

chase you to this thing.






I need to focus on this

article. It's due tomorrow.



What? Really?



On the Friday

of Halloween?



What heartless bastard

assigned that?



Nice job, ladies.



All right.



Thank you.



Owen, you have

your assignment?



Sure do.

Can I have it, please?



I e-mailed it to you.



And the rest of the school.

Very funny.



All right, let's get down

to business.



Pop quiz. Everybody take out

a pen and a piece of paper.



[Girl shrieks]



(Rich) Owen? (Owen) No, wait!



Put the knife back

on the ground.



This isn't mine.

You don't understand.



Someone is trying to play

a joke on me here.



Put it down, Owen! Now!



Can I explain? Please?



Save it for the Headmaster.

Someone trashed my room, too.



Did you report it?

I think it was Randall.



He wasn't even in class

this morning.



That's what I'm trying

to tell you.



I think he's trying to make me

think the e-mail's coming true.



Look, Owen, it's over.



You brought a weapon to my

class. My hands are tied.



By the morning you'll be onto

your next missed opportunity.



I know.




No. I know about you...



and Dodger.



I don't know

what you're talking about.



You're really going to

make me say it?



She's a student.







She's a student.

In my class.



Anything you may have heard about

our relationship is strictly...



What? Strictly what?



I saw you two last night.



You have proof?




But I won't need it.



If word gets out

about you and a student...



the administration will

invent a reason to fire you.



You know what, Owen?






I like you.



But you think you're smarter

than you are.



# [I've Seen Those Eyes

by Aeon Spoke playing] #






[Students chattering]



Hey! There you are.



I've been looking

all over for you.



You okay?



Good, 'cause if you're lucky,

later on...



I'll let you go

over the river...



and through the woods.




Not a fan of the PDA.






You gonna come

to the dance?



The Wolf is supposed

to strike tonight.



That's not funny.

Besides, I have to work.



Come on.



We're all going to

Tom's lake house right after.



I'm not going.



Why not? Because I'm

not playing anymore.



And I'm through

with your friends.



Look, I'm really sorry about

what happened in Rich's class.



Randall sucks.



Good news is, I was right.



You owe me dinner.



I don't owe you anything.



# [music playing] #



# [music playing] #






Can I help you?





No. I work here.



Not all the time.






I guess I better

watch my back.












[Dog barking]






# [music playing] #



[Dialing cell phone]



[Phone ringing]






[Toy squeaking]

Someone just attacked me.



You sure

it wasn't Tom?



He said he was going

to give you a scare...



for skipping out

on the dance.



Yeah, he tried

to chase me here.



Hey, if you talk to him,

let him know Randall's back.



You saw Randall?



No, but Tom's car

is in the parking lot.



Keys just sitting on the tire

and everything.



[Keys jangling]



[Car alarm beeps]



See if you can find your car

tomorrow, T-Dog.



[Engine starting]



[Car horn blaring]



[Car alarm wailing]






[Car alarm beeping]






Get on the ground!



Drop the weapon!



Drop it! (woman) It's not real!






I was just joking.



I'm sorry.



[Birds chirping]



[Knocking on door]



What's going on?



That's what we're trying

to figure out.



What was that?

Punch line.



[Birds chirping]



Dead man walking.



[Clears throat]






I'm going to keep you all here

for the remainder of the weekend...



while I determine the best

course of action to take.



I'm at a loss to explain

how or why this happened.



We thought that...

Please, Mr. Matthews.



Mercedes has already told us

all we need to know.



I doubt if you are any better able

to explain how a juvenile prank...



led to the police almost

shooting two of my students.



No, ma'am.

Let me be clear, Mr. Matthews.



Given your history...



you are in far more serious

trouble than your friends.



I don't care

who your father knows.



I'm inclined

to send you packing now.



Mr. Walker, however,

has spoken up in your defense.



He seems to feel that...






Trick or treat.




Please, Mommy has to work.



Come on.



Yesterday wasn't Halloween.



It was just

the Halloween dance.



Today's the   st.



The full moon's tonight.



I'll be sure to set

my tide charts accordingly.



What's your point?



I think our original hoax...



the mass e-mail...



was read by the person

who murdered that girl.



Owen, please.




I got another IM today.



I think

something's going to happen.



Are you sure it's not just

another one of your friends?



[Computer bleeps]



[Cell phone bleeps]



[Computer bleeps]



[Crickets chirping]




Where's Mercedes?



She just spent the whole day

talking to the cops.



No way is she sneaking out.



Whenever you do see her,

make sure you thank her...



for getting us all stuck

on campus, all right?



I mean, what the hell was

she doing in my car, anyway?



Trying to convince you

the killer could be a girl.



Yeah, well, all I'm convinced

is that Randall's a dead man...



for letting her

touch my ride.



I mean, where the hell is he,




Merce gave him a ride

to the bus station...



so we could keep

your car around.



Randall never went

to State.



I think something

happened to him.



The IM said, "Be careful

what you wish for. "



Good job, Scoob.



You figure that one all out

by yourself...



or did you get some help

from Shaggy?



I don't think

this is a joke.






You're the only one,

then, man.



Mercedes pulled the stunt

with Tom's car, right?



She hid in the back, I put

the fake blood in the front.






So who was following

me and Dodger in the library?






I was really trying

to scare Dodger.



You're always

the shepherd.



I figured it was time

you felt like a sheep.



She took my bag.



Yeah, I saw you left it there,

bumped it to Tom...



and figured he would

give it to you.



You put a knife in my bag?



Only because

you trashed my stuff.



Why would I trash our room?

You didn't trash our room, man.



You trashed my side.

It was all my stuff.



Look. Mercedes had

an earring...



that looked

like Randall's tongue stud.



She figured it'd be

a good setup for the car.



You smashed my laptop?



I got a little carried away.



I was in character.




Dude! If I would have known what

you and the Vocab Ho were up to...



I would have

gone after you guys...



instead of Owen

in the dining hall.



Jesus, why do you make it so

easy for us to hate you sometimes?



Same reason your girlfriend

makes it so easy.



Who sent the IM's

from the Wolf?



It's not us, man, it's got

to be Randall, all right.



If Randall was behind this,

don't you think...



he would have shown up by now

to gloat?



Are you sure

he got on that bus?



I told you, I wasn't with him.

Merce took him to the bus station.



Then call her.






Jesus, for what I paid

for this thing...



you'd think I get better

than one bar of service.



Wait a second.



How do we know

Owen's telling us the truth?



Excuse me?



I mean...



he could be making

this whole thing up.



To get back at us

for the other stuff.



Why would I do that?



I'm the one

they're about to expel.









This is it.



This is the new game.



Owen knows

he's going to take the fall.



Brought us all here

to confess.



Surprise, surprise.

You all fell for it.



Victims of your own lies.



Is that what you're going to

tell Mr. Walker?



I saw you two.



In his office.



Is that why you've been

such a prick?



You're the one

who's screwing a teacher.



I was.



It's over.



After the library...



I went to Rich's office

to end it.



But I saw you...



you kissed him back.



What else could I do?



He tried a lot more

before I pushed him off.



Then he told me I was too

mature for guys my own age.



He did what?



I guess he was right.



I don't believe it.



I do.



You should really get

some sleep, baby.



I'm all congested

from crying.



I think I'm going to take a

shower. The steam might help.




Did your RA take off?



The whole dorm's empty

except for the incarcerated.



You okay?



Yeah, just...



still a little spooked.



So what are you guys

talking about?



We're just trying to figure

out who the wanna-be-Wolf is.



Well, who is it?

They think it's Randall.



I told them you dropped

him off at the bus station.



I didn't.



Not really.



I left him in town.

He said had some time to kill.



It was, like, an hour

till the next bus.



He probably just needed

to go buy condoms.



You taking your clothes off?






Tell me about it.



I'm in my underwear.






Which ones?



I'm wearing your favorites.



Take a picture.



Are you kidding?



Come on,

it's like Phone Sex  . .






What's taking so long?

Relax, I just sent it.






Merce, someone's there.



What are you

talking about?






You okay?



[Mercedes laughing]



Tom just scared

the crap out of me.



Still pissed about your car,




What's going on, man?

We heard you shout.



Merce, Tom's here.



In the chapel.



[Mercedes screaming]



Merce was attacked!

She was getting in the shower!



Call for help!



[Laughing] Dude, it

was just another joke.



He probably wasn't

even on the phone with her.



It was the guy

that shot the girl.



Are you listening

to yourself?



The first murder happened

in a bathroom, remember?



We wrote it.

The victims are us!






(man) Campus Security.

How can I help you?



I think someone's being attacked.

Please send the police right away.



Look, we're tired

of the practical jokes.



If you put a member of the

staff on, I'll be happy...



But there's no one here!

Once I speak to your RA...



Wait, where are you going?

I'm going back to my dorm.



Look, maybe Owen's right,

maybe we should just take off.



No, we're not taking off!



Tom, she's right,

we have to get out of here!



You're not going anywhere.

You keep out of this.



All she's trying to do

is make a bad situation worse.



Said the self-centered loudmouth

to no one in particular.



Do you ever shut up?









What's on your face?






It's on my sweatshirt.







Oh, my God!







[Sobbing] We have to get out of

here! We have to get out of here!






What about Dodger?



What about her, man?



I'm going to find her.



Will you wait for me?



[Both gasping]



You have    minutes.

All right?



At  :   we are out of here.

With or without you.



[Man coughing]









Are you okay?



Merce, she's gone.



I surprised him.



I think I hurt him, but...

Hold on, I'll be right there!



No! Get help!



Tom and Regina are waiting,

we have to get...



[Lewis screams]









[Woman screams]









[Breathing heavily]



[Car door shuts]



[Tires screeching]



Tom, stop!






[Crickets chirping]



Mr. Walker.



[Glass shattering]




Mr. Walker!












[Dodger crying] Owen? Dodger?



What are you doing

in Rich's office?



I'm trying to get help.

Where are you?



I just found Mercedes.



She's dead.



What do we do?



Tom and Regina

already left.



We have to find a way

off-campus. Where's Rich?



I don't know.



I think he keeps

a set of car keys there.



Look in his desk.




I'll meet you

in your room.



No, I'm on my way

to you.



Be careful.



I will.



Owen, I'm sorry.



Me, too.



Just get here, okay.

I can see you in the window.



I can't see you.



I'm right here.









[Dodger screaming]






[Dodger screaming]






Oh, my God.






Keys. Keys. Keys.



[Gun firing]



[Doorknob rattling]



[Breathing heavily]



I have a gun.



I've called the police.

They're on their way.




Owen, is that you?



Mr. Walker?



Look, I'm coming in.



Don't do anything.






Where'd you get that?



Your desk.






It's yours.



Why don't you give it to me?

Not a chance.



Relax, Owen.



No one's going to hurt you.






Where did you get those?



I found them in the stairwell. Oh, God.



You did this, didn't you?



Look, I don't know

what you're talking about.



Dodger called me...



That's why

you stood up for me...



with the Headmaster.

You wanted me here for this!



Why don't you give me

the gun, son?




You killed them!



Mercedes! Randall! Lewis!






I don't know what's

going on. Yes, you do.



No, listen to me.

Don't lie to me.



Your friends are probably just

screwing with you. Give me the gun.



Is this the gun that killed

that girl in the woods?






Were you screwing her, too?



Dodger tell you that?



She didn't have to.






[Gun firing]












[Door opening]



Oh, my God!






Are you okay? We...






It was...



I don't know what to say.



It was just for fun,

we had...



We had been playing this game,

and we decided that...



[quavering] We decided

to work together tonight.



We were trying to scare

Owen and Mercedes...



because they got everyone

in trouble before.



[Stuttering] Listen, we didn't think

that anything was going to happen.



How could you let Graham

do that to me?



Baby, I didn't even know about

it till I left the chapel.






Dodger wasn't supposed

to hit me that hard.



Why did you hide

when Mr. Walker showed up?



Why didn't you

say something?




No, thanks, Dad.



[Car engine starts]



[Police siren wailing]



My attorney tells me

the news is good.



They're going to drop

the charges. Self-defense.



It'll be a few years

probation, if that.






how's that possible?



They ran ballistics on the handgun.

It turned out to be the weapon...



the police were looking for in

the shooting of that local girl.






It appears you shot

a wanted murderer.



How do they know

it was him?



It seems he was involved

with the victim at some point.



They checked

his credit card bill...



and found out that he'd purchased

two airline tickets last month.



One in his name,

the other in the girl's.



Do they know

why he killed her?



My attorney says they're

calling it a crime of passion.



No one ever really knows

the truth with these things.



[Knocking on door]



Sorry to interrupt,

Mr. Matthews...



but one of your son's friends

is here to see him.



Go ahead, Owen.



It's going to be okay, son.

I promise.



[Telephone ringing]



Right over there.



[People chattering]







I'm so sorry.



For everything.



I didn't mean to hurt you.



You have to believe me.

It's okay.



I wish I could make

it up to you. I know.



If I had known Rich

was involved with that girl...



I wouldn't have played

this stupid joke.



What did you say?



If I had known Rich

was screwing that girl...



I wouldn't have talked

the others into this.



You're right.



You're absolutely right.



I don't understand.



You wouldn't play some game...



if you knew

Rich was cheating on you.



That's what I just said.



You would get him back.



Owen, I'm confused.

I don't...



No, you're not.



That's what

you want me to believe.



Just like...



you wanted me to believe

that you were off-campus...



when the first IM went out.



I don't know

what you're talking about.



Yes, you do.



In the chapel.



You said you had ended it

with Rich.



I don't think

that's what happened.



I think you were still

in love with him.



I think you knew that girl.



This is my home.



And you knew she was

still sleeping with Rich.



Some townie was screwing

the wrong guy.



Dodger tell you that?



You murdered her.



Well, the girl was shot.



Then you planted the gun.



I've got something

I should go do.



And told me where to find it.




Look in his desk.



I was your guy.



Someone's just trying

to scare you.



From the moment we met...



It's a small school.



Word spreads fast.


            planned it.



It was her idea to change

the game in the first place.



We're going to create

a killer.



The whole thing.



It's like you're playing




And I'm playing chess.



Makes you predictable.



You knew I'd shoot him.



[Gun firing]






Owen, that's crazy.






I thought it was the object

of the game.



Avoid suspicion.



Manipulate your friends.

Eliminate your enemies.



Honestly, Owen,

even if that were true...



who would believe you?





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