Cry_Wolf (Cry Wolf) (Cry Wolf)

And in related news, local woman Becky Roberts…

has been missing now for more than 24 hours…

…missing now for more than 24 hours.

Is anyone there?

Hi.

Hi.

- Uh, 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.

Dodger.

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? - England.

I meant what was your last school.

Bradford.

And 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? - Uh, Miss McNally.

Since you seem to have skipped the assembly,

- perhaps detention would be... - 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 the dorm's front entrance.

Fine.

But as soon as you finish showing Mr. Matthews around,

- make sure you contact your RA... - I'll do just that.

Thank you for your help.

I guess you're stuck with… me.

Mr. Matthews, your son is on line one.

Uh, send him to voicemail, Cynthia.

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, Tom.

I just wiped my ass.

Great guy.

Well, I guess that's it. So, um…

You know, give me a call if you have some time.

I hope you washed that hand.

We're sneaking out.

- Good for you. - Do you wanna come?

Why would I want to do that?

Dodger asked me to bring you.

Where are we going?

The old chapel. Westlake tradition.

To do what, Bible study?

To play the game.

What up? Party's here!

I thought you went missing like that townie.

Hey, Tom, who's your new boyfriend?

You'll have to excuse Randall here.

He doesn't know the difference between a roommate and a cell mate.

Everybody, this is Owen.

Owen, this is everybody.

Hey, jungle fever, you guys wanna join us?

What's wrong, Graham? Bad mood 'cause you blew the physics test?

I don't know, Lewis. Bad mood because the only thing Mercedes blows is her hair?

Hate to be the bitch here, but are we gonna 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 gonna 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.

If 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 of Texas T.

What? Dude, you'll never borrow my car again.

As much as I'm sure I'm gonna miss the PT ragtop,

I thought I heard Tom move when Dodger was walking around to mark the wolf.

All right, Randall, that an official accusation?

And if it is?

You can only send home the accused or 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 Lone Star State, I'm not the wolf.

Come on. Are you gonna listen to me or this chump here,

whose buddy list reads like the sex offenders' registry?

What?

I wanna see a show of hands. Who thinks Tom is the wolf?

No, no, no, no, no!

- And Randall, our accuser? - Yes, yes!

All right. Come on, 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 gotta be his bitch.

You don't really think the angry homophobe thing is fooling anyone, do you?

Come on, Randall, you know the rules.

Show the group if you've got the mark.

Tell me I'm rich.

- Whoo! - No mark.

Guess Randall's not the wolf.

- Watch your back, pretty boy. - Dude, you know how gay you sound?

- Kiss my ass, Tom. - Have a nice walk.

- Bye. - Oh! 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.

And there it is.

Haven't you guys realized he can't open his mouth without taking a swig?

So?

It's empty.

Ooh.

Graham, you can't convince us if you can't convince yourself.

You'd have 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, Graham.

Have fun with your new recruit.

- He's just pissed 'cause he's fat. - I can still hear you!

- So was he the wolf? - 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 gonna be, Lewis?

Say good night, Mercedes.

Congratulations, baby.

Tonight, you could have gotten lucky, but instead,

you got screwed.

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 tell on each other for no reason.

Graham's tell. Come on.

You're awfully quick to judge.

No, it's just that...

Those bored rich kids are my friends.

…in Orson Welles's "War of the Worlds"...

- Is this, uh, 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. - Laura.

Um, what does that mean?

That means, if I may,

that if you happen 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.

Just now discovering the Internet, Owen?

Mr. Matthews, you're making it very hard for me

to pretend that I can't tell you're not paying attention.

I'm gonna need these articles by this Friday at the latest.

If any of you are having a hard time thinking of something to write

other than the most recent development in this local tragedy,

I'll be willing to meet with you privately.

They only just found that girl this morning

because her body was dragged through the woods by a wolf.

Yeah, the guy blew her head off, then let the wildlife go to town.

- Why does it have to be a guy? - Please, serial killers are always men.

- Just the ones that get caught. - "Serial" means more than one.

You're not taking your SAT book to my lake house, are ya?

Oh, right. Owen, my dad...

- The senator. - The senile drunk…