In related news, local woman Becky Roberts...
has been missing now for more than 24 hours...
Is anyone there?
Hi.
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.
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...
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.
Mr. Matthews, your son is on line 1.
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 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.
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?
The old chapel, Westlake tradition.
To do what? Bible study? To play a game.
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.
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.
Everybody, this is Owen. Owen, this is everybody.
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!
What?
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? Come on!
Show of hands, who thinks Tom's the wolf?
No!
You guys, come on. No.
And Randall, our accuser? 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?
Come on, Randall, you know the rules.
Show the group if you've got the mark.
Tell me I'm rich.
No mark.
I guess Randall's not the wolf.
Watch your back, pretty boy.
Dude, you know how gay you sound?
Blow me, Tom.
Have a nice walk. 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.
And there it is.
Haven't you guys realized he can't open his mouth...
without taking a swig?
So? It's empty.
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, 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 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.
...over 38...
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. Laura?
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...
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.
Exactly.
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 started.
All right.
But how do we do that?
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.
Pantyhose? 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. Okay.
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?
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?
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.
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... 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...
Owen, just the man I want to see.
You got a minute? Sure.
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?
Actually, 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.
To buy as many properties...
Sorry. Just a second.
Sorry. Just my son. Go ahead.
Hello, this is Charles Matthews.
I'm away from my phone right now...
but if you leave your name and number...
I will get back to you. Thank you.
What up, O-Dog! Sorry.
When I bend it like Beckham, I usually lock the door.
I got your message. What?
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.
Relax, man.
Whoever it is knows your screen name.
It's got to be someone on campus.
Hello?
Who's there?
Aim for the shallow end. We want to scare her, not kill her.
Yeah, okay.
One, two...
Did you hit her? 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 51.
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.
Owen, you can't convince me...
if you can't convince yourself.
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.
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?
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.
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... Scholarship.
You think people would really care? I'm a town.
Around here, town means trash.
You don't have to rub it in. What?
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. Yeah?
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.
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.
Who do you think it is?
It has to be someone we know, he's wearing a ski mask. Indoors.
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.
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 $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.