Cry_Wolf Page #4

[Creaking]

What?

Someone's here.

So?

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.

(Owen)

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?

[Whispering]

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.

[Laughs]

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 $20

he didn't even go to State.

How about dinner?

As long

as it's not over $20.

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.

[Dialing]

(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.

(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.

Well"..."

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?

No.

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?

Why?

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,

man?

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.

O-Dog...

what do you think

a murder victim looks like?

Owen!

Tom.

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.

Look...

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 wasrt 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.

Good.

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.

Exactly.

No.

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?

No.

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?

What?

I like you.

But you think you're smarter

than you are.

[I've Seen Those Eyes

by Aeon Spoke playing]

[Inaudible]

[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.

Sorry.

Not a fan of the PDA.

Funny.

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.

[clattering]

Can I help you?

Yeah.

[Stuttering]

No. I work here.

Not all the time.

[Sighs]

I guess I better

watch my back.

Randall?

[Grunts]

[Gasping]

[Dog barking]

[Grunting]

[dialing cell phone]

Boo!

[Toy squeaking]

Someone just attacked me.

You sure

it wasrt 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]

Officer!

[Car alarm beeping]

Officer!

Get on the ground!

Drop the weapon!

Drop it!

(woman)

It's not real!

[Panting]

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]

[Sighs]

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.

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