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-Oh Mr. Vaughns dad's not well, so they've gone to stay

with him for a couple of days.

-Oh, doesn't mind.

Mom's on a split shift.

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 or can't do?

-Yeah, well, I mean they're expecting me now.

Maybe another time.

Sorry Mate.

See you tomorrow?

-Did you buy all that?

-What?

-Duh.

-Oh, don't start, Tom.

-Shannon, don't take this the wrong way, but you're not

really an expert on the whole boy-girl

flirting thing, are you?

-Oh, and you are?

-Well, he was all over her after we saw that beast.

What 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 is nothing going on with Maddy and Rhydian.

THEME SONG: A promise that I keep, I'll never share, I'll

never speak.

To my grave the secret goes.

The beating heart, the beating heart.

Where mystic creatures wandered far.

Through these veins a wolfblood flows.

Through these veins a wolfblood flows.

-Living near humans is always a risk.

-That's why we keep our heads down?

-We'll live out here.

-It's all about responsibility.

-Being a wolfblood affects everything.

-Well, that sounded like a hermit.

-No, no, no, no.

It's all about seeming normal.

-OK, we get it.

Stop nagging.

-I mean, that's great, but your family's owned this place

for centuries.

I don't think I could afford a country mansion on my weekly

allowance.

-Well, you've got a talent.

Yeah, wolfbloods generally do.

-Yeah, an artist or an illustrator can live and work

wherever they like.

-As long as there's a dungeon in the cellar.

-It's not a dungeon.

-It's a precaution.

Think of it as a rite of passage.

-Yeah, like an initiation into our pack, because deep down

that's what you really want, being 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!

-Mum, it's his choice.

-It's OK.

I need to learn.

I won't let you down.

-Well, we never thought you would.

-Can you smell something?

-No.

Did 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?

-Because 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?

-Uh, 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 just punishing them for doing it in the first

place.

-You can't get more responsible than that.

-We've got a present for you.

-Sinclair.

You're going to be the best dressed girl in school.

-Where did you get these?

-Ask no questions, hear no lies.

-I told you they're up to something.

I mean, I just--

-We know what you mean.

-Do we?

-Tom still thinks we have, you know.

-Still.

-No, no, no.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, and I was wrong.

OK?

-Apology accepted.

-In that case, ta, thank you very much.

-Go on then, Shannon.

-No, I'm sorry Mads, but all these designer labels.

They're just sweat shops.

-Well, yeah, but I'm sure this isn't.

-I'd rather wear ethically produced stuff and support

smaller companies, you know, and it's better planet.

I'm sorry.

It was really nice of you.

-No, no, you're right.

I wouldn't want to spoil Shannon's style.

-Sinclair.

-Where did you losers get that?

-How could you afford it?

-Well, it was a prezzy for Shannon, but it turns out it's

not really her thing.

-[IN UNISON] I want it.

-Whoa.

-I'll give you 20 quid.

23 pounds.

-24.50.

-I'll give you 35 if you wait till the end of the week.

-30 cash.

-Sold to the woman in the blue.

-I was going to the hairdresser's after school.

And this is way cooler than a haircut.

-Have

you got -No.

That, that was the last one.

-If you do get any more, we'll pay what she paid.

-OK.

-Come on, old boy, we all know you stole that Sinclair stuff.

-Sorry, Jimmy, none left.

Can't help you.

-Me?

I don't buy stolen goods.

What am I, poor?

-No.

-I thought you could help these two dorks.

-Hey.

I mean, have you seen the way they dress?

Market store knockoffs, jumpers knit by Liam's gran.

-You can't give back a present from your nan.

-Football team's got a tournament next month,

professional players giving master classes.

There's a dinner on the last night.

I have to sit next to these two 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 can'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 color and size are not guaranteed.

-You can't do this.

-Of course I can.

I'm just finding what time to 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.

-I'm not as rich as you think.

-I'm a wolfblood in the care system.

I have to think about my future.

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?

-Stolen goods, stupid.

What's he going to do, call the police?

-Rhydian's coming.

-What are you two looking so guilty about?

Don't know what you're talking about.

-Nothing.

[camera clicking]

Where's he getting this stuff from?

-He's going to get into real trouble.

I'll talk to him.

-That'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 overexcited 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.

All right, I've got one last girl's t-shirt.

Anybody?

The highest bidder.

[interposing voices]

-20.

Uh, 30, anybody?

30?

40, maybe.

40.

50.

So it's at 50.

60.

I got 60.

Anyone got 60?

-Right.

Before we get started, we've had a call from the police.

And 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 wanted to know where you got these items from?

-Why, sir?

Do you want some?

-What?

-They'll never go with your eyes.

By mail order.

-So you have a receipt or some paperwork?

-Doubt it.

My mummy tidied my room.

I throwed all the package in.

-I bet you don't have receipts for what you're

wearing today, sir.

It doesn't mean it's stolen.

-Do 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--

-You would love starting rumors, and having the

teachers run around in circles.

You remember when they said there's an escaped pony on the

playground, 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.

-You flog on my story forget it.

-I've come to say thanks for not turning me in.

-Whatever.

-Exactly how grateful are you, because 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.

-Thought you were grateful.

-I thought you were a gentleman.

-I thought you wanted to make sure that no one accidentally

said anything.

Especially to Jeffries.

Pleasure doing business with you.

-Happy now?

-Not really.

But if it makes you realize how much of a risk you took.

-Yeah, well, I won't be taking anymore.

-Better think about that again, because we can 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,

-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, it's over, right?

-You can't trust these two.

Oy.

-What other choice do I have?

Meet me at Bernie's at 4:30.

-See, now you're thinking like a businessman.

-And don't be late.

-Rhydian, you can't, not tonight.

-We've got hours until moonrise.

Just come with me to your parents.

Look, I'm going to get these.

I'll meet Sam and Liam.

And then I'll be back at yours before dinner.

-And I'm just supposed to trust that you'll there.

-I'll be there.

I promise.

It's just a couple of hoodies.

What could go wrong?

-Police!

Stop where you are.

-Grab him.

-And these jeans will go lovely with it.

-Bernie?

-Hi.

-Evening girls.

I see you like Sinclair.

-Who wants to know?

-Detective Inspector Bolton.

Where did you get the t-shirts?

[interposing voices]

-So you didn't buy them from somebody in the

street or at school?

-There, we're done.

-I don't know what you mean.

You've got the wrong people.

-I don't even know who you are.

-So will this be enough for the night?

-Well, given the lack of meat in Rhydian's

diet, probably not.

I'll get it.

-If that'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.

-It's unbelievable stupidity.

-Tell him, not me.

-You took things as well.

-We'll deal with that in a minute.

Right now we've got to get him out of here, and we don't have

long to do it.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-We're here to pick up Rhydian Morris.

-Young lad, is he?

That's right.

He wouldn't give us his name.

It's a good thing you turned up.

We've had to keep him all night.

The lad's parents are here.

-No, we're not his parents.

-He means Rhydian's in foster care.

We're his foster family.

-That's right.

Mr. and Mrs. Vaughn.

-Right, well, just take a seat.

Detective Bolton will be with you just as soon as he's

ready, which might be some time.

-All right.

We've got Mr. Vaughn here.

We can get on with this.

Oh, hi Mr. Vaughn.

I'm sorry.

-You will be young man.

-Interview with Rhydian Morris commencing 18:20 on Tuesday,

the 9th of May.

present D. I. 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 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 man safe.

-Well, let's just see if you're still

saying that at moonrise.

We've got less than an hour.

-Here.

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.

And he made a stupid decision, which I think

he now deeply regrets.

-Yeah.

Absolutely.

-He clearly wasn't involved in the actual robbery.

And I assure you, he will be punished for what he's done.

So if we could just say--

-It's not that simple Mr. Vaughn.

Rhydian helped himself to something that wasn't his.

We have surveillance photographs.

-Surely, you can't--

But you can't.

He's just a kid.

-Mr. Vaughn, 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.

I'll get him off your hands.

-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.

-No, the law says we can hold him for another 10 hours

without charge.

And I find when a lad spends a night in a cell, he comes out

in no hurry to break the law again.

It's tough love, Mr. Vaughn.

And sometimes a child needs to be shocked into

changing their behavior.

It'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 mall.

-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 will 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 assure you.

-Very well, but there's something

that you need to know.

Rhydian from a psychological condition known as clinical

lycanthropy.

-He thinks he's a werewolf.

-Exactly.

It's a recognized psychological condition.

Every full moon he gets distressed even

uncontrollable, and I'm not talking about behavior.

I mean, serious physical symptoms.

-All right, all right.

If you don't believe me, you can talk to his psychiatrist.

-[aaahhh]

[grrrr]

-Panic attacks.

Animal behavior.

Growling.

-[grrrr]

-Snarling.

Scratching at the door trying to get out.

-[grrrr]

-I really don't--

-Rhydian is in your custody.

And now that you understand the full context of his

behavior, 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 when the moon's rising.

What if he loses control for real?

-He'll do that even if we don't get him out.

-[howling]

-Hurry up.

Hurry up.

Hurry up.

[growling]

-That's it.

I want him out of my cell right now.

-Hang on.

-We're not going to charge him, so let's get him out

before he hurts himself, and we end up with an official

investigation.

-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.

-But we 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.

-But they loved the idea, you can tell.

-I don't think it would make any difference.

-So what happened?

-Nothing.

-Nothing?

-They let me go.

-No charge?

-No charge, no drama, no nothing.

We just went home.

Thanks for showing your concern.

It's nice to know you care so much.

-How did he get away with that?

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