Trolled Creeped Out

The Curious...

..they say he collects strange tales.

And if you ever hear his whistle,

you know something creepy is about to unfold.

No-one knows where he's from.

Or where he's going to.

People say, "He."

Truth is...

..you can't tell if The Curious is a boy or a girl.

Or even human.

If you had the chance to do something anonymously,

and no-one would ever find out, just how far would you push it?

CHOIR SINGS PANIS ANGELICUS

Very accomplished, Samuel.

It's as if Panis Angelicus was written just for our choir.

Wouldn't you agree, Mr Fitzgerald?

I don't think he pictured one of them pregnant with an alien.

Yeah, I saw you.

Brilliant.

They need an outlet, am I right?

An outlet?

Mum...

..my allowance didn't come through...

..again.

Can I have some money? Some of the choir are going out for pizza...

I have nothing on me, Samuel.

CRYING

Oh! I don't need that vile online troll.

NoFace, the scourge of the school.

NoFace?

That's what he calls himself.

Too chicken to give his real name.

Takes distinct pleasure in humiliating kids online.

And he's not even funny with it.

How do you know it's a boy?

It's someone at the school?

Samuel, you haven't been a target, have you?

Not yet.

But if I am, I'll have a few things to say to them.

I think whoever it is is a coward.

Remember what we talked about, OK?

Well, they may abandon us to our fate till the end of the term,

but...

..at least they leave us treats.

What'd you get?

The usual.

Hey, Sam.

Do you want mine? I still haven't worked my way through the last lot.

Your hair looks different today, Naini.

A boy who notices. Thank you, Sam.

I noticed.

SHE GIGGLES

I noticed.

And I noticed you're confident like,

"Oh, don't make eye contact with me."

Right, who's coming to Zuko's?

Sammy? You coming for pizza?

Er, nah.

I'll skip it.

It's OK, Sam.

Fitzy'll bring you back a slice, won't you, Fitz?

And you'll never know if I licked it.

Here, watch this, yeah.

THEY LAUGH

CHURCH BELL CHIMES

OWL HOOTS

ROCK MUSIC PLAYS

Anyone seen Naini's new hair?

And she likes to think she's not part of the herd.

Found out today, Fitzy took a bet to get Naini Ramone to go out with him.

It's all a big joke.

He likes to pretend he's everyone's best mate.

But while he's smiling to your face, he's laughing behind your back.

Apparently, he's way insecure.

The funny ones are always off crying alone in the toilets

when you're not looking.

GOAT BLEATS

That's not very nice.

Do it again and pay the price.

See you later, Billygoat.

BELLS CHIME

Hey, how was Zuko's?

In true Fitzy style,

he put the pizza slice under my pillow with a note from

a pizza fairy.

You OK?

Whatever. At least I look like the front end of this llama.

You can guarantee whoever did this looks like the backend.

Actually, I'm more upset about this.

No, that can't be true.

You don't know about a bet?

It's Fitzy, Naini.

He wouldn't do that. Ask him.

Don't know what to believe, Sam.

Hey, Naini.

Would you want to hang with me at lunch tomorrow?

Like, just you and me.

We can talk it through, if you like.

-That'd be nice.

-What'd be nice?

Er, I've got to go. I have to get to class.

What's with her?

INTERCOM: Sam Sanford, you're wanted in the headmaster's office.

Sam Sanford to the headmaster's office.

What have you done now, mate?

Sit here.

I can pay.

I just need more time.

Mrs Sanford, not to be indelicate,

but that is what you said the last time.

Can you afford to send your son to this school or not?

If not, sadly, Sam will have to leave us.

I'm working as hard as I can.

It's not just the fees.

There's the winter uniform, and summer uniform, and cricket whites,

and rugby boots and sailing gear and the endless cassocks, and...

Mother!

Why can't he apply for this?

A Riseborough Scholarship.

That would pay for everything, wouldn't it?

That is open to treble soloists, Mrs Sanford. Sam is a baritone.

I can do it!

Sir...

..let me sing solo.

And I WILL prove it to you.

If he does, does he get to stay?

If, Mrs Sanford, if.

See you at the performance.

We are not leaving this school.

What are you doing?

Scared me, dude.

I was listening to music.

Couldn't sleep.

All right, well, don't stay up too late,

we've got rehearsal first thing.

GOAT BLEATS

I warned you not to do that.

Do it again and pay the price.

Do it again and pay the price.

Do it again and pay the...

GOAT BLEATS

GOAT BLEATS

TOILET FLUSHES

Tell me you haven't been standing there the whole time.

BELL CHIMES

What?

What is this?

# One, two, three, four

# One, two, three, four

# One, two, three, four

# One, two... #

Stop, stop!

There are times when this choir moves me to tears.

Today is not one of them.

There are tears, but...

..they're the kind you get when you step on a plug.

-Sorry. Sorry I'm late, overslept.

-Ah, Mr Sanford!

For those here who don't know,

Mr Sanford is on the verge of leaving us.

That is unless he can win the coveted Riseborough Scholarship by

performing the Mount Everest of treble solos,

Art Thou Troubled from Handel's Rodelinda at this evening's recital.

Apparently, he also thinks he can do it without rehearsal.

Young man!

Would you care to give us a little sample of the solo you intend to

perform this evening?

And maybe acquire a little practice for once.

# Music

# Source of all gladness

# Heals thy sadness

# At her shrine

# Music

# Music

# Ever divine. #

BELL RINGS

You, er...

..won't be LATE for this recital tonight, will you?

No, sir, I won't.

HE SNIFFS

Ugh!

DOOR CREAKS OPEN

-You're proving elusive, Sammy boy.

-Sorry.

Got a bit on my mind at the moment.

So I hear.

Leaving?

And what, you couldn't share it with your best mate?

I'm getting the scholarship.

It's not worth talking about.

Found out why Naini's gone quiet.

Someone's been spreading rumours about me.

What?

Who?

Well, one guess, that idiot, NoFace.

Let me have a word with Naini.

-Set her straight.

-No!

I'll do it. And I'll prove it's the work of that ugly, useless coward

who must be the biggest loser if he gets his kicks like this.

Good for you, man.

HE SIGHS

Turns out Naini herself spread the rumours about Fitzy.

Overheard her telling someone that Fitzy weirds her out,

and she did it as an excuse to get rid of him!

STOMACH RUMBLES

Ugh!

What is this?

BELL RINGS

I know it sounds weird, but I love frozen peas.

I'll sit in front of the telly with a cup of them,

and eat them like crisps.

Does that make me a freak?

Definitely not a freak.

SHE CHUCKLES

Do you have anything like that?

Er...

..I chew ice.

I knew it. You're a freak, too.

You know, sometimes I feel like you're a bit...

..I don't know...

..closed off.

Like, there's a whole lot more going on underneath.

What you see is what you get.

I thought I'd give Fitzy a chance to defend himself.

I mean, it's not fair if it's just dumb rumours, right?

You...

..spoke to him?

He's flipped at me, Sam.

Said that I'd been horrible to him, and that he didn't want to have

anything to do with me.

I'm really sorry, Naini.

You think you know someone, right?

HIS STOMACH RUMBLES

Are you OK?

Erm, yeah.

Feeling a bit...

..off. Allergies.

It's my allergies, Naini.

I'm really sorry.

Sam?

Sam!

What is happening?!

Is this what the message meant?

Curse?

"Moondweller beware...

"..your actions have consequences.

"From this moment forth, thou innermost troll...

"..shall become thine outermost."

GOAT BLEATS

Is that the sound of a penny dropping?

How do I undo the curse?

Trolls must hide.

Stay hidden until sunset.

By sunrise, you will return to normal.

All you have to do is stay out of sight.

I can't do that.

Oh, that's right.

You have that important choir recital.

But I believe in second chances.

If you take to the stage this evening and announce to everyone

you are online troll NoFace, I will take back the curse.

You will return to normal.

I can't do that.

Everyone will hate me.

I'll lose all my friends.

Everything!

You have until the sun sets to stay hidden, or admit your deeds.

Otherwise, you will remain a troll forever.

Sam? You in there? Why is the door locked?

Erm, I kind of need to be alone right now, Fitz.

Not myself.

Aw, nerves getting the better of you, buddy?

Hey, there's some fresh pants in the drawer if you need them!

Not helping!

Hey, Sammy boy, you'll ace it.

I know you will.

I'm sick, Fitzy.

I don't think I can do it.

You sound all right.

Sound all right...?

Ah, Mr Sanford.

Yes, sir?

What's with the hood?

Stage fright, sir.

Crippling.

I can't go on without it.

You've never had stage fright before.

I've...never done a solo before.

And you're really frightened?

Terrified, sir.

Very well, just this once.

Hurry up now, you don't want to miss your solo.

# Music will calm thee

# Art thou weary?

# Rest shall be thine

# Rest shall be thine

# Music

# Source of all gladness

# Heals thy sadness

# At her shrine

# Music

# Music

HE CROAKS

Sam?

-You OK?

-Yeah, OK.

I've got it. I've got it.

Give me a moment.

SAM GROWLS

Boy, remove your hood.

Well?

What are you waiting for?

ALL GASP

Admit your deeds.

I will take back the curse.

You will return to normal.

Admit your deeds.

Admit your deeds!

I can't.

CROWD MURMURS

Glad to see the back of him.

I heard his mum took him away for some sort of treatment.

Yeah, and I heard it was a prank and he got expelled.

Well, I'm just glad they found his laptop,

-or else we might never have spoken again.

-Yeah,

and I'm glad you're ugly on the outside and not on the inside.

Hey!

Definitely prefer it that way around.

SHE CHUCKLES

Words that takes seconds to type can wound for ever...

..but anonymity goes both ways...

..and you'll never know who's going to be your billy goat.