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Episode #10 The Call of the Wild

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The BELL RINGS as MISS GRAHAM and the kids get back from the

football field. RHYDIAN protests to TOM:

RHYDIAN:

You’ve got everyone thinking I’ll

win the game single-handed!

TOM:

No one’s expecting that. Well,

maybe they are. But you can’t be

any worse than Liam

LIAM:

I heard that!

RHYDIAN:

Oh yeah, it’s great for you and

your team - you’ve got what you

want… But what’s in this for me?

TOM fumbles to explain his philosophy of football - and life.

TOM:

On the field, all the stuff you’re

not good at, the people you don’t

get on with, fade away. You’re

part of something bigger. You’re

part of the team.

RHYDIAN:

(gentle sarcasm)

Yeah, that really sounds like me.

The 3KS catch up with them:

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KAY:

You were brilliant!

KARA:

We’re going to create a special

cheer, just for you!

KATRINA:

Yeah, Rhy-di-an.

KAY:

We’ll call you!

Giggling, excited, they hurry on into school.

TOM:

Okay, there are some downsides…

They’re at the school entrance. JIMI is waiting. He looks

down at RHYDIAN’s cheap trainers.

JIMI:

You’ll need some boots.

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11a INT. SCHOOL. LOCKER AREA. 12.35, DAY 2 11a

JIMI, RHYDIAN

JIMI:

Dad buys me a new pair every six

months.

JIMI opens his locker. RHYDIAN’s suspicions finally get the

better of him.

RHYDIAN:

You don’t even like me. Why are

you so keen for me to play?

JIMI:

I’m captain, I do what’s right for

the team. If putting you in goal

wins the game, that’s what I do.

Even if you are a weirdo.

RHYDIAN:

Thanks. I think.

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JIMI:

Try these - they should fit.

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An uneasy truce, at least.

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12 EXT. STONEYBRIDGE WOODS - 17:00, DAY 2 12

RHYDIAN, CERI

RHYDIAN walks home through the woods, rucksack on his back,

boots in them. Everything’s right with the world.

But things are catching his attention. A RUSTLE among the

leaves; the SNAP of a breaking branch;

He slows down, moving more softly, trying not to rustle the

dead leaves or snap any twigs.

He turns on his WOLF-HEARING. He hears movement. Parallel to

him, keeping pace, but hidden in the trees.

There’s someone here.

RHYDIAN stops, half-closing his eyes: letting his Wolfblood

senses take over. We sense things the way he does

EVERY SOUND MAGNIFIED - the distant STREAM like a waterfall,

we can even hear the hum of that INSECT over there

A SNAPPING TWIG.

And out of nowhere, SOMEONE’s standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM!

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