All language subtitles for Wolfblood s01e09 A Quiet Night In.eng

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- When did these pets go missing?
- Last few days.

Think it's your beast
on the prowl, do you?

The beast is back. And
I know where I can find it.

Look, I know how important
this is to you.

You have no idea! Everyone
thinks I'm the town weirdo!

I'm just fed up with lying.
I can't even...

tell my friends who
I really am.

It's not about you
it's about all of us.

My friends will understand that.

This is about you feeling guilty.

It's about me living
truthfully for once.

- It wasn't me.
- Then who was it?

I don't think Maddy ought to be
go out with a cold like this.

Right, open!

Like an allergic reaction?

It's got to be cool having a family
you can be yourself around.

- You like it?
- We call it the den.

It's got everything
a wolf desires.

It's about responsibility.

Don't you ever just
want to run free?

Isn't that what being
a Wolfblood is about?

This is perfect.

You've scared the beast off now!

- You ready for the practice run?
- No.

- It's not as bad as you think.
- Do you have to lock me in?

Well... Yeah!

If you can't cope as a human, you're
never going to cope as a wolf.

I hate it!

It's not that bad.

- I'll get claustrophobia.
- I thought that, but I didn't.

I won't be able to breathe.

All Wolfbloods do this.
Once you do it once...

I'll be tame.

Is that what you think I am?
Tame?

Aw, no!

Look into my eyes.

You will enjoy this!

You WILL enjoy this!

What if I don't?

Then stay away tomorrow night.
We can't force you.

- I guess so.
- It's your choice. Lone wolf or...

pack?

Mr Vaughan's dad's not well.

They've gone to stay with him
for a couple of days.

Doss at mine. Mum's on
split shifts. 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 and can't do?

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

Maybe another time.
Sorry, mate.

OK.

See you tomorrow.

Did you buy all that?

- All what?
- Duh.

Ugh. Don't start, Tom.

Shan, don't take this
the wrong way,

but you're not really an
expert on the whole boy-girl...

- flirting thing, are you?
- And you are?

He was all over her at yours
after we saw that beast.

All 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's nothing going on
between Maddy and Rhydian!

Living near humans
is always a risk.

That's why we keep
our heads down.

- And live out here.
- It's all about responsibility.

Being a Wolfblood
affects everything.

We're not saying
live like a hermit.

No, no, no.
It's about seeming normal.

OK, he gets it. Stop nagging.

I mean that's great, but ...

your family's owned this
place for centuries.

I don't think
I couldn't afford a ...

country mansion on
my weekly allowance.

Well, you've got a talent!

Wolfbloods generally do.

An artist too *can live and
work wherever they like.

As long as they have a
dungeon in the cellar.

It's not a dungeon.

It's a precaution. Think of
it as a rite of passage.

Like an initiation
into our pack.

Because deep down, that's what
you really want, to be in 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!

Mam! It's his choice.

It's OK. I need to learn.

I won't let you down.

We never thought you would.

Can you smell something?

No.

Do 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?

Cos 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?

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're just
punishing them

for doing it in the first place.

And you can't get more
responsible than that.

- We've got a present for you.
- Sinclair!

You'll be the best-dressed
girl in school.

Where did you get these?

Ask no questions, hear no lies.

Told you they're up to something.

I mean...I just...

We know what you mean.

Do we?

Tom still thinks we're...
you know.

- Still?
- No! No, no.

Er?

Yeah...

I'm sorry and I was wrong. OK?

- Apology accepted.
- In that case, ta!

Thank you very much.

- Go on then, Shan.
- Sorry, Mads,

but all these designer labels,

they're made in sweatshops.

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

I'd rather wear ethically
produced stuff

and support smaller companies.

You know, it's better
for the planet.

I'm sorry,
it was really nice of you.

No, no, you're right.

Wouldn't want to spoil
Shannon style!

- Sinclair?
- Where did you losers get that?

How could YOU afford it?

Well, it was a pressie
for Shannon, but...

it turns out it's not
really her thing.

- ALL:
- I want it!

Whoa!

I'll give you 20 quid.

- �23.
- 24.50.

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

- 30, cash.
- Sold to the woman in the blue!

I was going to the
hairdresser's after school.

But this is way cooler
than a haircut.

- Have you got more?
- No!

That was the last one.

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

OK.

Come on, leek boy. We all know
you stole that Sinclair stuff.

Sorry, Jimi, none left.
Can't help you.

Me? I don't buy stolen goods.
What am I, poor?

Nah, I thought you could
help out these two dorks.

Hey!

I mean, have you seen
the way they dress?

Market stall knock-offs,
jumpers knitted by Liam's gran.

You can't give back a
present from your nan!

Football team's got a
tournament next month.

Professional players are
giving master classes,

there's a dinner
on the last night,

I have to sit next
to these 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 couldn'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, colour and
size are not guaranteed.

You can't do this.

Course I can.

I'll just nip out at
lunchtime and 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.

We aren't as rich as you think.

I'm a Wolfblood in the care system.

I have to think about my
future. And 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?

It's stolen goods, stupid. What's
he going to do, call the police?

Rhydian's coming!

What are you two looking
so guilty about?

- Nothing.
- Don't know what you're on about.

Where's he getting all
this stuff from?

He's going to get
into real trouble.

I'll talk to him.

Sorry, guys, it'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
over-excited 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!

Right, I've got one last
girl's T-shirt.

Anybody? Highest bidder!
20? 30? 30 anybody? 30?

40? 50? 60...

Any more than 60?

Right. Before we get started,

we've had a call from the police.

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 want to know where you
got these items from.

- Why, sir? Do you want some?
- What?

They'd never go with your eyes.

I got them by mail order.

So you have a receipt
or some paperwork?

Doubt it.

Mum made me tidy my room.
I threw out all the packaging.

I bet you don't have receipts for
what you're wearing today, sir.

But that doesn't mean it's stolen.

Does 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...

Year 11s love starting rumours

and watching the teachers
run round in circles.

Do you remember when they said
there was an escaped pony

on the playgrounds, 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!

If you're flogging
more stuff, forget it.

I've come to say thanks

- for not dobbing me in.
- Whatever.

Exactly how grateful are you?

Cos 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.
- I thought you were grateful?

I thought you were a gentleman.

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

accidentally said anything,
especially to Jeffries.

Pleasure doing business
with you.

- Happy now?
- Not really.

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

Well, I won't be taking any more.

Better think about that again,

cos we could 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 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 each, it's over, right?

- You can't trust these two.
- Oi!

What other choice do I have?

Meet me in Bernie's at 4:30.

See! Now you're thinking
like a businessman.

And don't be late.

Rhydian, you can't. Not tonight.

I've got hours until moonrise.

Just cover for me with
your parents.

Look, I'm going to get these,
I'll meet Sam and Liam,

and I'll be back at
yours for dinner.

I'm just supposed to trust
you to be there?

I'll be there, I promise.

It's just a couple of hoodies.
What could go wrong?

Police! Stop where you are!

Stop him!

Grab him!

And these jeans would
go lovely with it.

Bernie?

All right?

Evening, girls.
I see you like Sinclair.

Who wants to know?

Detective Inspector Bolton.

Where did you get the T-shirts?

...Manchester....
Newcastle... Mail order.

So you didn't buy them off
someone in the street or...

at school?

- There. We're done.
- Dunno what you mean.

- You've got the wrong people.
- I don't even know who you are!

Think this will be enough
for the night?

Well, given the lack of meat in
Rhydian's diet, probably not.

I'll get it.

If it'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.

Unbelievable stupidity!

- Tell HIM, not me!
- You took things as well.

We'll deal with that in
a minute. Right now...

We need to get Rhydian out of here
and we don't have long to do it!

Hi. We're here to pick up
Rhydian Morris.

- Young lad, is he?
- Yeah, that's right.

He wouldn't give his name.

Good thing you turned up, we'd
have had to keep him all night.

The lad's parents are here.

Oh, we're not his parents.

He means Rhydian's
in foster care.

We're his foster family.

That's right.
Mr and Mrs Vaughan.

Right, well... just take a seat.

Detective Bolton will be with
you as soon as he's ready.

Which might be some time.

Right, now Mr Vaughan's here,
we can get on with this.

Oh. Hi...Mr Vaughan.

Sorry.

You will be, young man.

Interview with Rhydian Morris,
commencing 18:20

on Tuesday 9th May.

Present, DI 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 to 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 safe!

Let's see if you're still
saying that at moonrise.

We've got less than an hour.

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?!

He made a stupid decision which
I think he now deeply regrets.

Oh, yeah, absolutely.

He clearly wasn't involved
in the actual robbery,

and I can assure you

he will be punished for
what he's done.

- So if we could just...
- It's not that simple, Mr Vaughan.

Rhydian helped himself to
something that wasn't his.

We have surveillance photographs.

But surely you can't...

But you can't. He's just a kid!

Mr Vaughan.

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 ...

- and I'll get him out of your hair.
- 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.

The law says we can hold him for
another ten hours without charge.

I find when a lad spends
a night in the cells,

he comes out in no hurry
to break the law again.

It's tough love, Mr Vaughan.

Sometimes a child needs
to be shocked

into changing their behaviour.

That'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 moor.

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'll
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'll show you out.

Very well, but there's
something you need to know.

Rhydian suffers from a psychological
condition known as...

clinical lycanthropy.

He thinks he's a werewolf?

Exactly. It's a recognised
psychological condition.

Every full moon, he gets
distressed, even uncontrollable.

I'm not talking bad behaviour, I
mean serious physical symptoms.

Right, right, OK!

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

ARGH!

Grr! Grr!

Panic attacks, animal behaviour.

- Growling.
- Grr!

Snarling. Scratching the door
trying to get out.

- I really don't...
- Rhydian is in your custody.

Now that you understand the
full context of his behaviour,

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 with
the moon rising?

What if he loses control for real?

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

Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!

That's it! I want him out
of my cells right now.

Hang on.

You aren't going to charge him,
so let's get him out

before he hurts himself and we end
up with an official investigation.

What the...?

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.

You 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.

- They loved it out there, you could tell.
- I don't think It won't make any...

..difference.

So what happened?

- Nothing.
- Nothing?

- They let me go.
- No charge?

No charge. No drama. No nothing.

We just went home.

But thanks for showing concern.

Nice to know you care so much!

How did he get away with that?

Someone's there.
Someone's spying on us!

- The same scent.
- Wild Wolfblood.

Have you seen her too, have you?

Her?

The homeless woman
who's sleeping rough.

Who are you?
What do you want?

- I'm your mother.
- I don't have a...

- I am, I'm your mother.
- No!

I can't.

Stop it!

There are senses you've
never even used,

things you can do that
you've never even imagined.

- You can't just run away.
- It wouldn't be the first time.

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