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Magic Bullet Transcript
Transcript Information
season	1
number	4
airdate	June 20, 2011
writer	Daniel Sinclair
director	Toby Wilkins
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STILES: [voiceover] Previously on Teen Wolf...

[In Scott's dream, Scott and Allison are making out in one of the high school's buses late at night when he suddenly starts to transform and pull away, causing Allison to frown and whisper to him]

ALLISON: What's wrong?

SCOTT: [growling] Get away. ("Pack Mentality")

[In Scott's dream, he turns away from Allison, his eyes glowing bright gold and his teeth extending into fangs as he breathes deeply and tries to control himself]

[In real life, the next day, Scott goes to the Hale House ruins to speak with Derek, who is watching from the broken window upstairs]

SCOTT: DEREK! I need your help.

DEREK: You want to know if you'll hurt her. ("Pack Mentality")

[At school, earlier that day, Scott loses it when he thinks he actually killed Allison as he did in his dream. He screams in anger as he punches Jackson's locker so hard that he dents in the door, preventing it from opening or closing properly]

SCOTT: AHHHHHHHHH! ("Pack Mentality")

[Back at the Hale House, Derek continues to talk to Scott]

DEREK: But that's not gonna come for free.

[At the double date between Scott and Allison and Jackson and Lydia, Scott and Jackson are at the bowling alley's arcade, where Jackson is talking to Scott with a sneering expression]

JACKSON: Don't think for a second I've given up on finding out what your little secret is. I think, whatever it is you're hiding? You don't want her finding out about it. ("Pack Mentality")

[Jackson jerks his head over to where Allison and Lydia are sitting in the common area in front of the bowling lanes, putting their shoes back on and talking]

[During their game of bowling, Scott, who was so nervous that he kept messing up his shots, is getting a pep talk from Allison]

ALLISON: Think about me... ("Pack Mentality")

[Allison loops her arm through Scott's and whispers into his ear]

ALLISON: ...Naked. ("Pack Mentality")

[After the date, Allison and Scott make out on Allison's doorstep after he walks her home]

[Back at the bowling alley, Scott bowls a perfect shot with Allison's encouragement]

[Back at the Argent House after the date, Allison looks at Scott with a serious expression]

ALLISON: I'm not big on group dates. Next time...? Just the two of us. ("Pack Mentality")

[Late that night, Scott has confronted Derek at the Hale House ruins after learning that the bus driver, Garrison Myers, who was attacked on the bus, has died of his wounds. The two begin to argue after a brutal physical fight in which they both fully transformed into their Werewolf forms]

SCOTT: You ruined my life!

DEREK: I'm not the one that bit you. ("Pack Mentality")

[Scott flashes back to the night of the attack on the bus, where he sees that the Werewolf who attacked Garrison Myers (who Scott was actually trying to save) was much more monstrous looking than Derek and was actually the same Werewolf who bit and turned Scott the night he and Stiles went out to look for the body]

SCOTT: ...There's another.

DEREK: It's called an Alpha. He's the one that bit you. You're part of his pack. ("Pack Mentality")

ON THE ROAD / BEACON HILLS INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT

[It's just past midnight. An SUV is seen driving down a more industrial area of town seemingly on the outskirts of Beacon Hills. It is being driven by a woman named Kate, who has light brown/dark blonde hair and who is listening to the radio as she drives through the city]

RADIO ANNOUNCER: [on the radio] In other news, local authorities remain perplexed by the animal attacks plaguing Beacon Hills...

[Kate scoffs and chuckles under her breath, clearly amused by the ignorance of the town's officials, before reaching out to turn the station to music instead of talk radio. As she drives, she looks into the rearview mirror and touches up her lip gloss, only half paying attention to the road. Behind her car, a dark figure leaps from just outside the frame to the other side of the frame and growls under its breath, making it clear it's the newly-revealed Alpha chasing after her]

[Oblivious, Kate continues on down the road in her SUV, patting her fingers against the steering wheel in time with the music. She then starts bobbing her head to the music as well, turning to look to the right and missing the sight of the Werewolf with glowing red eyes running alongside her on the right, which can be seen through the driver's side window. However, when Kate's line of sight returns to the road itself, the Alpha melts back into the shadows so it cannot be seen]

[Despite missing the sight of the Werewolf, it's clear that her senses are on high alert, and she visually scans the streets on which she is driving as she continues on down the road, her head swiveling back and forth to get a wider look at her surroundings. After a moment, she turns around to look behind her, but sees no cars or other people in her vicinity]

[She turns around the other way one last time to be certain, returning to face forward just in time to see she's about to run a stop sign. A truck turning onto the perpendicular street squeals its tires as the driver hits the brakes and honks loudly, and Kate comes to a screeching halt in her own vehicle as well. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes as she recovers from the shock before finally opening them and muttering under her breath as she lightly thumps the back of her head against the headrest of her seat]

KATE: Nice driving, Kate. Nice.

[She takes one last breath and is about to start driving again when she hears something land on the roof of her SUV and looks up at the ceiling toward the source of the noise. Having just put the car in park, she's about to reach back with her right hand from the gear shift to the backseat when suddenly, the Alpha breaks the glass in the driver's door window and grabs her by the left arm, attempting to yank her outside. Kate immediately fights back and starts trying to break free of its grip as she screams]

KATE: No! No! No!

[She pulls away from the door so she can once again reach into the backseat and grab her shotgun, which she cocks with one hand before shooting up through the ceiling of the car, seemingly grazing the Alpha, whose body was braced on it while hanging over to yank her out of the car]

[This causes the Werewolf to let go, allowing her to release her seatbelt and somersault out of the car from the passenger door, landing in a roll on the ground outside of it. Kneeling outside of the SUV, she aims her gun at the roof of the car, but upon seeing that the Werewolf has since moved, she looks around to try to find out where it's lurking. She stands to her feet and immediately starts taunting the Alpha to lure it closer]

KATE: Come on!

[When this doesn't yield any action on the Werewolf's part, she fires off a warning shot before repeating herself in a louder yell]

KATE: COME ON!

[Kate cocks the gun again, allowing the empty shell to fall to the ground with a clinking noise as her eyes dart around, trying to find where the Alpha is hiding. She smiles a little, making it clear that she's getting a lot of enjoyment out of the hunt and the chase]

TITLE CARD

MCCALL HOUSE

[Scott is once again asleep in bed in just his boxers and a tank top, covered up with his comforter, when he's suddenly awakened by the sound of a shotgun being fired nearby. He looks around in confusion for a moment, but when he doesn't hear anything else, he lays his head back down and tries to go back to sleep]

[Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of a wolf howling can be heard, which causes Scott to sit up in bed and fling his legs to the side. He grabs his jeans, which are still laying on the floor from where he had shed them the previous night, and gets up to go]

BEACON HILLS INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT

[Kate, guessing that the immediate danger has passed for now, drops her shotgun so that it's only in one arm as she makes her way to the trunk of her SUV. She opens the gate to reveal a professional-looking sniper rifle in a case in the back, which she grabs in one hand while using the other to open a hidden door on the floor of the trunk, revealing a compartment which holds several handguns, grenades, flashlights, and a box full of ammunition]

[She opens the box of ammo with her left hand, which contains several closed black plastic boxes on the left, and rows of loose rifle bullets on the right, separated by size. She grabs a wooden box from the middle of the compartment which has a purple flower stamped into it, opening it to reveal a row of ten brass bullets]

ARGENT HOUSE

[Argent is on his way out the front door, a full and heavy-looking duffle bag in hand, when Allison, looking sleepy in her pajamas and messy bun on top of her head, walks to the balcony overlooking the foyer with a confused expression]

ALLISON: What's going on?

[Argent stops and turns to look at Allison with a fake smile that doesn't quite meet his eyes]

ARGENT: Your aunt Kate just texted. I'm heading out to pick her up.

[Allison crosses her arms over her chest, clearly cold, before frowning in concern]

ALLISON: But it's two o'clock in the morning. Is everything okay?

[Argent replies in a calm tone of voice, but it's obvious that he's lying]

ARGENT: Yeah, yeah. She's just having a little car trouble.

ALLISON: Not serious, is it?

[Argent smiles fakely again and gestures toward Allison's bedroom]

ARGENT: No, just a flat tire. Go-go back to bed, sweetheart.

[Allison, oblivious to the fact that he just lied to her, does as she's told and goes back to her room, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes on her way. Argent watches her for a moment, clearly feeling guilty about lying to her, before he turns to leave]

BEACON HILLS INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT

[Derek, also up and about at this late hour, has joined the hunt going on in town. He's just stumbled upon a small puddle of blood on the ground and dips his fingers into it, rubbing the red liquid between his index and middle fingers and his thumb as he tries to discern to whom it belongs]

[He pauses to focus his senses on anything that could possibly help him track the Alpha and ultimately hears a noise above him. Looking up toward the source of the noise, Derek is shocked to see the Alpha on the roof of a nearby building, but when the Alpha sees him looking, he rushes away out of sight before climbing up the side of the upper stories of the building, growling under its breath. Derek leaps up onto the upper sidewalk and runs quickly in the direction of the Alpha]

[Back on the street, Kate has just closed the gate to the trunk of her SUV and is walking back around the car with her sniper rifle in hand, closing the passenger door as she passes it to jog toward the sound of the Alpha climbing up the side of the building, a flashlight in her free hand lighting the way]

[Meanwhile, Derek is continuing to run down the length of a row of warehouses, leaping and hurdling over boxes and generators before making it to some scaffolding on the side of another building. He leaps up onto it and uses it to grab onto the gutter by the roof before hoisting himself on the roof itself. He runs alongside it as he tries to catch up with the Alpha]

[He leaps onto the corner of the roof of the building next door and gets in a tripod stance as he visually tracks the Alpha, leaping across a roof several buildings away. Derek then gets to his feet and sets off into a run to get a head start to leap across a gap between two buildings when Kate, who has been visually tracking him as well with her rifle sights, takes aim and shoots. Derek is hit mid-jump, and the shock of getting shot causes him to lose the momentum he needs to make it across the next roof. He falls, rolling down the side of the roof and landing hard on the cement ground between the buildings]

DEREK: [groaning] UGHHHHH!

[Kate smirks in satisfaction at having taken one of the Werewolves down. She grabs her flashlight, which she had set on the side of a nearby shed while she was tracking Derek, and turns just in time to see Argent arriving in front of her in his own SUV, illuminating her face with his headlights. She turns off her flashlight and walks toward Argent's vehicle, her expression impassive]

[Back on the ground several yards away, Derek is still recovering from his fall and gunshot wound and tries to catch his breath]

DEREK: Ughh... Oh...

[Derek grunts as he painfully pushes himself into a seated position, though the pain in his left arm causes him to fall back with a wince]

DEREK: Ahh!

[Argent has just gotten out of the SUV as Kate approaches him, and it's clear by the look on his face that he's not at all pleased by what he's just walked into as he grabs her roughly by the arm and pulls her toward his car]

ARGENT: [sternly] Get in.

[Kate scoffs in mock offense before retorting in a sarcastic tone of voice]

KATE: Not even, "Hello?" "Nice to see you?"

[Argent looks around for a moment to make sure no one is watching them before turning back to look at her with a stern, impatient expression]

ARGENT: All I've got at the moment is, "Please put the assault rifle away before someone notices."

[Kate rolls her eyes, not taking any of this seriously]

KATE: That's the brother I love.

[The camera pans over to a shed several yards behind where the two are talking, and a very curious Scott peers his head around the corner as he eavesdrops on their conversation. Kate's tone of voice becomes more serious as she tries to defend her actions]

KATE: Chris, there were two of 'em.

ARGENT: The Alpha?

KATE: I don't know, but one of them tried to kill me--

[Argent, once again voicing his displeasure with her actions, cuts her off, knowing exactly what Kate has just shot the Werewolf with (though not knowing for sure who exactly was shot) without even having to ask her. Scott cocks his head in confusion as he tries to put together what it is they're talking about, not having all of the pieces of the night's events yet]

ARGENT: One of them is gonna lead us to the other. He can't do that if he's dead.

[Kate once again scoffs, only this time she's actually slightly offended]

KATE: Well, I can't help kill either of them if one of them kills me first.

[Argent, knowing that she's right, sighs before asking his next question]

ARGENT: How long will it take?

[Kate shrugs nonchalantly, not really caring either way]

KATE: Give him forty-eight hours...

[Scott, not knowing that it was Derek specifically who got shot, raises his eyebrows when he realizes that whoever she shot could potentially die, and quickly]

KATE: ...If that.

[Kate walks past Argent to get into his SUV, and Argent sighs before walking over to get back into the driver's seat. Scott, still confused, processes the new information he just overheard]

[Derek, still laying on the ground, pulls himself back with his right arm until he's right in front of the wall of the nearby shed, allowing him to lean against it as he cradles his injured left arm against his chest. Once he's in a stable position, he pulls up the sleeve to his injured arm and is shocked to find that, not only is the bullet wound through his inner forearm—barely an inch below the crook of his elbow-- not healing, but it's smoking with a mysterious purple-blue vapor. Derek winces once again and tries to figure out how he can possibly treat this wound, looking understandably panicked as he does so]

ARGENT HOUSE

[It's now morning, and the sun is out as Kate, standing beside the bed in the guest room, unpacks her bags. Suddenly, a squeal is heard as Allison, still in her pajamas, rushes into the room, leading Kate to gasp in surprise as the two hug each other. Kate ends up squealing as well before pulling back to get a good look at Allison and gasping again incredulously]

KATE: I don't see you for a year, and you turn into a frickin' runway model???

[Allison groans bashfully and rolls her eyes before turning away from Kate briefly]

ALLISON: Oh!

KATE: Look at you!

[Kate groans sarcastically as she continues to tease Allison, who sits down at the head of the bed and props her elbows on her knees]

KATE: Oh, I hate you!

[Allison groans herself, this time arguing against Kate's words]

ALLISON: I haven't even showered yet...

[Kate gives Allison a look that says she needs to stop that line of thinking right this second]

KATE: Sweetie, you're a knockout. In fact, I hope you have the boys knocking each other's teeth out for your attention.

[Allison blushes shyly as Kate continues to unpack her bags, stacking her folded clothing on the foot of the bed]

ALLISON: I kind of have one...

[Kate lowers her voice to a conspiratorial whisper]

KATE: You kind of have one? You should kind of have a million.

[The women both start to laugh, and Allison reaches for a bag laying in front of her that Kate hasn't gotten to yet]

ALLISON: Need some help unpacking?

[Kate, realizing Allison is about to discover something she shoulder, grabs her by the wrist to stop her, her tone of voice sharp]

KATE: No, not that one.

[Allison frowns and jerks backwards, not understanding her aunt's weird mood swing, and Kate, realizing she just drew more attention to the contents of the bag, tries to backpedal with an awkward, apologetic smile]

KATE: Oh. See? You turn out beautiful, and I end up with this kung-fu death-grip. Sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean to be so rough.

[Allison tries to shrug this off, but it's clear by her demeanor that she's still a little wary of her aunt now]

ALLISON: No worries.

[Kate moves the bag to the floor to avoid any future near-misses, and after a moment of awkward silence, Allison changes the subject]

ALLISON: Hey, is everything okay with your car?

[Kate, in the bathroom attached to the guest room, calls to Allison in the main room in an unsure voice, telling a lie that isn't fooling anyone and making it obvious that she has no idea what Argent told her to excuse his departure early this morning]

KATE: Oh, yeah. I just needed a jump-start, that's all.

[Allison frowns in confusion, since her dad had told her Kate had a flat tire, and mutters under her breath]

ALLISON: A jump-start...?

BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL (CLASSROOM)

[Scott and Stiles are in class, with Scott seated in front of Stiles. Scott is watching curiously as the teacher starts passing out graded tests, but Stiles is more distracted by the updates to the Werewolf situation that Scott has just given him. He thinks for a moment before finally tapping Scott on the shoulder and beginning his questions]

STILES: If Derek isn't the Alpha... if he's not the one who bit you... then who did?

[Scott bites his lip for a long moment before he answers in a quiet voice, shaking his head and shrugging]

SCOTT: I don't know.

[Stiles sighs and sits back in his seat for the briefest moment before thinking of another question and leaning forward, gently smacking Scott in the back with the back of his right hand]

STILES: Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?

[Scott thinks again for a long moment before whispering his reply quietly]

SCOTT: I don't know.

[Not satisfied by these answers, Stiles sits back in his seat, gnawing on his lower lip as he thinks. He finally sighs and leans forward one last time to ask another question]

STILES: Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?

[Scott, not knowing any of the answers to Stiles' questions and feeling helpless about the entire situation, finally loses his temper a little and replies in a loud tone of voice]

SCOTT: I don't know!

[The other students turn around to look at Scott, and Scott tries to play it off by looking out the window as Stiles sits back in his seat. Scott mutters defensively under his breath as he taps his pencil against the desk]

SCOTT: Jeez...

[Stiles is handed back his test and is satisfied by the "A" grade he received. However, Scott sighs loudly when he's handed his, which has a D- written on it, along with a message that says "Not like you! See me after class." Stiles leans forward to look at it and mutters sarcastically over Scott's shoulder]

STILES: Dude, you need to study more!

[Scott slams his test down on his desk and shoots Stiles a look, causing Stiles to scoff defensively]

STILES: That was a joke. Scott, it's one test! You're gonna make it up. Do you want help studying?

[Scott sighs and looks straight at his desk]

SCOTT: No, I'm studying with Allison after school today.

[Stiles, knowing exactly what this means, smiles suggestively and pats him on the back with a proud expression]

STILES: That's my boy!

SCOTT: [pointedly] We're just studying.

STILES: [scoffing] Uh, no, you're not.

[Scott frowns in confusion]

SCOTT: No, I'm not?

[Stiles scoffs in exasperation, as though it's obvious as to what he's referring—Scott and Allison hooking up—before replying]

STILES: Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you! If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God, I'll have you de-balled.

[Scott sighs and nods his head, clearly too exhausted to argue with him]

SCOTT: Okay. Just... stop with the questions, man.

STILES: [nodding] Done. No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha, or Derek...

[Stiles trails off, his eyes going unfocused as he remembers his last interaction with the latter]

STILES: Especially Derek... who still scares me...

BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL (HALLWAY)

[The camera is aimed at the ground, where a pair of legs clad in black jeans and black leather sneakers are staggering sluggishly down the hallway. As the camera pans up, it's revealed that the legs belong to Derek, who is looking pale and sweaty in his black leather jacket, clearly feeling the effects of the poisoned bullet he was shot with the previous evening. A student shoulder-checks him as he passes him in the hallway, and he grimaces in pain but continues to make his way]

[Derek stops when he catches a somewhat familiar scent and lifts his head to identify the source. It's Jackson, who Derek is already somewhat familiar with after having watched him on the lacrosse field after the game in Second Chance at First Line, when Jackson found Scott's lacrosse glove]

[Jackson is standing at his locker when approaches him, looking tired and weak]

DEREK: Where's Scott McCall?

[Jackson, who has just grabbed his materials for class, closes his locker door and looks at Derek suspiciously]''

JACKSON: Why should I tell you?

[Derek stares Jackson in the eyes, emphasizing the dark circles that have appeared under them as a result of the poison]

DEREK: Because I asked you politely, and I only do that once.

[Jackson remains unimpressed, but, seeing an opportunity to learn more about what is going on with Scott, he decides to humor him]

JACKSON: Hmm. Okay, tough guy. You know, how about I help you find him? ...If you tell me what you're selling him?

[Derek stares at him blankly, not knowing what he's talking about, and Jackson gets closer into Derek's face]

JACKSON: What is it? Is it, uh, dianabol? Hmm? HGH?

[Derek frowns impatiently when he realizes what Jackson is implying]

DEREK: Steroids?

[Derek turns to walk away, but now Jackson is the one who is impatient for answers, and grabs Derek by the arm to stop him as he scoffs before retorting in a sarcastic tone of voice]

JACKSON: No, Girl Scout cookies. What the hell do you think I'm talking about?

[Jackson finally takes in Derek's appearance-- pale skin, sweaty brow, dark undereye circles, and such weakness that Derek is struggling to remain standing-- and smirks]

JACKSON: Oh, and, uh, by the way, whatever it is you're out selling, I'd probably stop sampling the merchandise-- you look wrecked.

[Derek looks down, and the camera pans to his left hand, where blood is dripping in thick rivulets down his arm and over his fingers before landing in droplets on the ground below it. He clenches his blood-covered hand into a fist before looking back up at Jackson. Realizing that he's running out of time and that this conversation is getting him nowhere, he huffs an annoyed laugh and decides to find another way]

DEREK: I'll find him myself.

[Derek walks past Jackson and heads further down the hallway, but Jackson, not willing to lose his chance to find out what Scott's secret is, turns to stop him]

JACKSON: [eagerly] No, we're not done here--

[Jackson grabs Derek on the left shoulder to try to turn him around, only for Derek to spin out of his grip, grab Jackson by his own left arm, and pin him face-first into the locker, his bloody hand holding him down by the back of the neck. Jackson groans when he makes contact with the metal door]

JACKSON: UGH!

[When the camera angle changes, it is obvious that Derek's claws, also covered in his blood, have extended, and they're currently making a vertical row of puncture wounds into the back of Jackson's neck. Derek suddenly realizes what he's just done and removes his hand, revealing the deep cuts he left in his wake before walking away quickly before anyone notices what just happened, leaving a wincing Jackson at his locker]

[Derek flings himself into a corner to catch his breath, having wasted a lot of his limited energy on the tussle with Jackson, and focuses his hearing to try to get any hint as to where Scott is or could be]

[First, Derek hears the sound of a teacher writing on the chalkboard, which then is overshadowed by the sound of rock music coming from the headphones of a student who is passing him. Then, it moves to the sound of a student in the middle of a phone call in one of the adjacent hallways]

STUDENT: [on the phone] I'm finished with lacrosse practice at five o'clock. I'll be over after that.

[The flurry of sounds continues as though Derek's hearing sense is literally traveling around the school: the clicking noise of a student turning their combination lock to their locker, another student texting on a Blackberry, and other environmental noises before Derek finally overhears a conversation Allison and Lydia are having in the nearby staircase]

LYDIA: Scott's coming over? Tonight?

ALLISON: We're just studying together.

[The camera pans back to Derek, who is listening to their conversation intently]

LYDIA: "Just studying" never ends with just studying.

[The camera pans back to Allison and Lydia, the latter of whom shrugs suggestively]

LYDIA: It's like getting into a hot tub-- somebody eventually cops a feel.

[Allison, now feeling insecure, looks at her anxiously]

ALLISON: Well, so what are you saying?

LYDIA: I'm just saying, you know, make sure he covers up...

[Allison looks down in confusion, and Lydia huffs a laugh at her lack of experience]

LYDIA: Hello, Snow White! I'm talking about a condom!

[She slaps Allison playfully on the arm as she walks up the steps, and Allison follows after her eagerly to get more information, her voice incredulous]

ALLISON: Are you kidding? After one date?

LYDIA: [shrugging] Don't be a total prude. Give him a little taste.

[She pats Allison on the arm once again, but Allison is still unsure]

ALLISON: Well, I-I mean... how much is "a little taste?"

[The camera pans back to Derek, who seems shocked to learn that Allison really does care for Scott, as he continues to listen in, their voices echoing through his ears]

LYDIA: [groaning] Oh, God! you really like him, don't you?

ALLISON: Well...

[Derek hears Allison sigh]

ALLISON: He's just different. When I first moved here, I had a plan-- no boyfriends 'til college. I just move too much.

[The camera pans back to Allison and Lydia, who are now hovering in the staircase]

ALLISON: But... then, I met him, and... he was different. I-I don't know. I can't explain it.

[Lydia looks unmoved by Allison's emotional confession and shrugs]

LYDIA: I can. It's your brain flooding with phenylethylamine.

[Allison wrinkles her nose in confusion and laughs]

ALLISON: What?

[Lydia sighs in defeat]

LYDIA: I'll tell you what to do.

[The camera pans back to Derek, who continues to listen to them talk]

LYDIA: When's he coming over?

ALLISON: Right after school.

LYDIA: Hmm...

[Suddenly, the bell for class rings right over Derek's head, startling him and hurting his sensitive ears so much that he is forced to crouch down and cover his ears. Once the bell stops, Derek realizes that he has to catch Scott before he gets to Allison's house and sets off to track him down]

BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL (PARKING LOT)

[Stiles has just pushed through the front doors to the school with a large crowd of students and heads to where he parked his Jeep in the lot. He gets into his vehicle, taking off his backpack and throwing it in the backseat before he pulls out of his spot and gets ready to head home for the day. Suddenly, Derek appears right in front of him, weakly holding up his uninjured arm to get Stiles' attention, and Stiles barely hits the brakes in time to avoid hitting him, causing him to groan in surprise]

STILES: Oh, my God!

[Derek sways on his feet, his arm still raised]

[Back near the school, Scott is in the process of unlocking the chain attaching his bike to the bike rack when he hears a ton of honking from other cars in the lot. He looks over and is horrified to see Derek still swaying in front of Stiles' stopped Jeep, causing a long line of cars to build up behind him in their own attempts to get home. Scott groans and mutters under his breath as well]

SCOTT: Oh, no, no, no! No, not here!

[He runs toward Stiles' Jeep just as Derek's legs give out from under him and cause him to collapse onto the pavement in front of Stiles' stalled car. Stiles throws up his arms in exasperation]

STILES: You've gotta be kidding me. This guy's everywhere!

[Horns continue to honk loudly, and Stiles turns around and notices the long line of cars that is now bottlenecked behind his stopped car. To make matters worse, other students who are milling around outside of the school are starting to watch the scene unfold in front of them as well. Scott finally makes it to Stiles' car and throws up his own arms as he speaks to Stiles through his open window]

SCOTT: What the hell?

[Instead of waiting for his answer, Scott rushes over to where Derek has collapsed and kneels down next to him, and Stiles gets out of his car to follow after him]

SCOTT: What are you doing here?

DEREK: I was shot.

STILES: He's not looking so good, dude...

[Scott frowns in confusion]

SCOTT: Why aren't you healing?

[Derek groans in pain, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment]

DEREK: I can't. It was-it was a different kind of bullet.

[Stiles suddenly gets excited at this news]

STILES: What, a silver bullet?

[Derek is able to fight through the pain long enough to shoot Stiles an irritated, bitchy expression]

DEREK: No, you idiot--

[Scott suddenly puts together what he's seeing in front of him with what he overheard Kate talking about the previous night and realizes what's going on]

SCOTT: Wait, wait-- that's what she meant when she said you had forty-eight hours...

[Derek's eyes widen in alarm]

DEREK: What? Who-who said forty-eight hours?

SCOTT: The one who shot you.

[Suddenly, Derek is hit with a powerful wave of pain that causes his eyes to flash bright blue, and he grimaces in agony. When he opens his eyes again, they're continuing to flash back and forth between his Werewolf blue eyes and his human green eyes. Scott looks horrified, his eyes darting around to make sure no one is watching before he mutters at Derek forcefully]

SCOTT: What are you doing? Stop that!

[Derek shakes his head as his voice takes on an impatient tone. Behind them, cars are starting to honk even more urgently at how long this is taking]

DEREK: I'm trying to tell you-- I can't.

[Scott puts his hands on Derek's shoulders and looks him intently in the eyes]

SCOTT: Derek, get up!

[After the break, the line of cars, which include a very irritable Jackson and Lydia, are honking their horns impatiently, and even Allison, who is behind them, is frowning at the hold-up before getting out of her car to see what is going on. Jackson follows suit, so Scott, seeing this, pulls Derek to his feet, calling out to Stiles for assistance]

SCOTT: Help me get him in your car.

[They get Derek in the passenger seat, and once Scott shuts the door, Derek turns toward him]

DEREK: I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used.

[Scott scoffs incredulously]

SCOTT: How the hell am I supposed to do that?

DEREK: 'Cause she's an Argent. She's with them.

[Scott gives Derek a look]

SCOTT: Why should I help you?

[Derek, genuinely looking scared at his chances of survival, tries to reason with him in a weak voice]

DEREK: Because you need me.

[Scott looks over and sees a confused Allison walking toward them and decides to wrap up this scene as quickly as possible]

SCOTT: [sighing] Fine. I'll try.

[Scott turns to look at Stiles, who has just climbed into the driver's seat and who's expression makes it clear that he's feeling very put-out at the moment]

SCOTT: Hey, get him out of here.

[Stiles shoots Scott a death-glare]

STILES: I hate you for this so much.

[Stiles puts the car into drive and sets off just as Allison comes up, frowning in confusion and concern]

ALLISON: Hey, what was he doing here?

SCOTT: Stiles was just, um, giving him a ride.

[Allison seems even more confused, and Scott, not wanting to give details due to the amount of lying it would entail, tries to shrug it off]

SCOTT: Uh, long story.

ALLISON: But I thought you said you weren't friends with him...

SCOTT: [anxiously] No, not really.

[Scott deftly changes the subject in hopes of distracting her from what has just happened]

SCOTT: Um, we're still studying together, right? So, I'll meet you back at your place?

ALLISON: Yeah.

[Scott smiles and leans forward to give her a kiss on the cheek]

SCOTT: Okay, bye.

[Scott rushes off to grab his bike before Allison has even gotten her goodbye out of her mouth]

ALLISON: See you later...

[Still standing in the parking lot, Jackson, looking even more suspicious than usual, watches Scott as he heads toward his bike at rapid speed, eager to get to Allison's. He's in the middle of grabbing his helmet when he senses Jackson's gaze and turns back to Jackson, their eyes meeting for a long moment. Finally, Jackson breaks the stare and goes back to his car, sliding into the front seat of the Porsche]

RESIDENTIAL NEIGHBORHOOD / ARGENT HOUSE

ALLISON: [confused] How did you...? You got here at the same time I did.

SCOTT: [anxiously] Oh, yeah, I-I-I just took a shortcut. Really short shortcut.

ALLISON: What's going on with you today? You're acting all kinds of bizarre.

SCOTT: I'm just... stressing about classes. I'm not doing as good this year.

ALLISON: [amused] Not doing as well.

SCOTT: See? Exactly.

ALLISON: Maybe we should start with English?

ALLISON: Don't worry! Nobody's gonna be home for hours. Come on!

SCOTT: Okay.

ALLISON: I'm still unpacking...

SCOTT: Uh... haven't you been here for, like, over a month?

ALLISON: [smiling] I'm taking my time.

SCOTT: [nervously] Hey, um... so, uh, I figure that we... start with, um, history...

ALLISON: [frowning] What's wrong?

SCOTT: [stammering] Nothing. I just, I-I don't wanna make you feel like you have to do something you don't wanna do...

ALLISON: [flirtatiously] I'm not doing anything I don't wanna do.

ALLISON: Are you?

SCOTT: You're seriously asking me that question?

ALLISON: ...Are you gonna answer that?

SCOTT: Um, uh... it's probably just Stiles... It'll go to voicemail... Eventually.

SCOTT: [alarmed] Wait! Um-uh- yeah, I should answer it now.

ON THE ROAD

STILES: Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there.

DEREK: Almost where?

STILES: Your house.

DEREK: [alarmed] What? No, you can't take me there.

STILES: [scoffing] I can't take you to your own house?

DEREK: Not when I can't protect myself!

STILES: [sighing] All right. What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?

DEREK: Not yet. I have a last resort.

STILES: What do you mean? What last resort?

STILES: [gagging] Oh, my God. What is that?

STILES: [groaning] Oh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out.

DEREK: [growling] Start the car. Now.

STILES: I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think, if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little Werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.

DEREK: [growling] Start the car... or I'm gonna rip your throat out... with my teeth.

ARGENT HOUSE

SCOTT: It's off. Sorry about that.

SCOTT: Who's this?

ALLISON: That's my dad's sister Kate. Except, she's more like my sister. She got here last night.

SCOTT: [nervously] Uh, last night?

ALLISON: Yup. She had some car trouble, I guess...

SCOTT: She looks familiar.

ALLISON: Mmm. She actually used to live in Beacon Hills. Maybe you saw her once.

SCOTT: Did you take these?

ALLISON: Back when I thought I was a photographer...

SCOTT: They're good!

ALLISON: No, they're not. I stopped when I realized I was terrible at it. Framing's off, bad lighting... Believe me-- not good.

ALLISON: That's when I thought I was good at painting. Uh, terrible, too.

ALLISON: That's when I tried poetry-- "terrible" doesn't even come close to describing that.

SCOTT: [curiously] What are you good at?

ALLISON: I'm gonna show you if you promise not to laugh.

ALLISON: So, I was nationally-ranked as a kid, and my dad really wanted me to go on, but... I don't know, I just didn't really like it.

ALLISON: Promise you won't laugh?

SCOTT: I promise.

SCOTT: [alarmed] What the hell is that?

ALLISON: It's a compound bow... and I'm pretty sure it requires an arrow to be harmful.

SCOTT: [nervously] So, that's what you're good at? Archery?

ALLISON: You said you wouldn't laugh!

SCOTT: [nervously] Trust me, I'm not laughing...

ALLISON: [awkwardly] So, I guess I should explain... We're not some sort of separatist gun-nut family. My dad sells firearms to law enforcement.

SCOTT: [anxiously] Oh, that's good. So, um, are you planning on joining the family business?

ALLISON: [flirtatiously] I don't know. You tell me-- would I look hot with a gun?

SCOTT: [chuckling anxiously] Hotter without.

KATE: Hey, Chris! Get your ass out of the fifties and come help with the groceries!

ARGENT: Be right there.

ARGENT: ...Kids, you mind helping?

ALLISON: [awkwardly] Sure!

SCOTT: [nervously] No problem.

ARGENT: [fakely] Great. Thank you.

SCOTT: So, do you still wanna study?

ARGENT: [pointedly] I think she'll concentrate better on her own.

SCOTT: [awkwardly] Guess I'll see you later, then?

ARGENT: [firmly] At school.

SCOTT: Right...

ARGENT: Uh, uh-- you, on your bike.

ARGENT: You, inside.

KATE: Oh, come on, Chris! Really? They were making out in the garage, not shooting amateur porn!

KATE: You, with the adorable brown eyes-- you're staying for dinner.

ARGENT: [defeatedly] Do you eat meat?

SCOTT: You don't mind?

ARGENT: Actually, no. Gives us a chance to get to know each other.

ARGENT HOUSE

VICTORIA: Would you like something to drink besides water, Scott?

SCOTT: [nervously] Oh, no. I'm good. Thanks.

ARGENT: We can get you some beer?

SCOTT: [nervously] N-no, thanks.

ARGENT: Shot of tequila?

ALLISON: [groaning] Dad, really?

ARGENT: You don't drink, Scott?

SCOTT: I'm not old enough to...

VICTORIA: That doesn't seem to stop many teenagers.

SCOTT: No, but it should.

KATE: [chuckling] Good answer. Total lie, but well played, Scott. You may yet survive the night.

ARGENT: ...You ever smoke pot?

KATE: [sighing] Okay, changing the channel to something a little less conservative. So, Scott, uh, Allison tells us you're on the lacrosse team. I'm sorry, I don't know anything about that. How do you play?

SCOTT: Um, well, you know hockey? It's a lot like that, only, um, played on grass instead of ice.

ARGENT: Hockey on grass is called field hockey.

SCOTT: [awkwardly] Oh. Yeah.

ALLISON: So, it's a lot like field hockey, except the sticks have nets.

SCOTT: [relieved] Exactly.

KATE: And can you slap-check like in hockey?

SCOTT: Um, yeah. But it's only the, uh, gloves and the sticks.

KATE: [smirking] Sounds violent. I like it.

ALLISON: Scott's amazing, too. Dad came with me to the first game.

ALLISON: Wasn't he good?

ARGENT: [irritably] He was fine.

ALLISON: He scored the last shot-- the winning shot.

ARGENT: True, but he didn't score at all until the last few minutes.

ALLISON: His last shot ripped a hole through the goalie's net. It was incredible.

ARGENT: Well, I think the goalie was probably playing with a defective stick, so...

SCOTT: [nervously] You know, on second thought, um... I think I'll take that shot of tequila.

ARGENT: ...You were kidding, right?

SCOTT: [awkwardly] Yeah.

ON THE ROAD

STILES: [on the phone] What am I supposed to do with him?

SCOTT: [on the phone] Take him somewhere. Anywhere.

STILES: [on the phone] And, by the way, he's starting to smell.

SCOTT: [on the phone] Like-like what?

STILES: [on the phone] Like death.

SCOTT: [on the phone] Okay. Take him to the animal clinic.

STILES: [on the phone] What about your boss?

SCOTT: [on the phone] He's gone by now. There's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster.

STILES: You're not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you.

DEREK: [on the phone] Did you find it?

SCOTT: [on the phone] How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million! This house is like the frickin' Walmart of guns!

DEREK: [on the phone] Look, if you don't find it, then I'm dead, all right?

SCOTT: [on the phone] I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing...

DEREK: [on the phone] Then think about this-- the Alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time, either you kill with him, or you get killed. So, if you wanna stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet.

ARGENT HOUSE

KATE: [patronizingly] You look like a lost little puppy.

SCOTT: [lying] Just looking for the bathroom...

KATE: [amused] Bathroom? Does that look like a bathroom?

SCOTT: [sheepishly] No...

KATE: [nodding] No.

KATE: Use the guest bedroom.

SCOTT: Okay. Thanks.

BEACON HILLS ANIMAL CLINIC

STILES: Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?

DEREK: It's a rare form of wolfsbane.

DEREK: He has to bring me the bullet.

STILES: Why?

DEREK: [weakly] 'Cause I'm gonna die without it.

ARGENT HOUSE

SCOTT: Hey, um, I should get going...

SCOTT: Um, thanks for dinner.

KATE: Oh, no, no, no, no, no! You have to stay for dessert. I wanna know more about you. Sit down.

SCOTT: [nervously] Okay...

VICTORIA: Allison was just telling us that you work for a veterinarian.

ALLISON: I told them how you put the cast on the dog I hit.

SCOTT: Yeah...

ARGENT: What does your boss think of the animal attacks? Any theories?

SCOTT: [lying] Everyone was just saying it's a mountain lion.

KATE: [scoffing] It'd have to be a pretty large mountain lion...

VICTORIA: What do you think, Scott?

SCOTT: [anxiously] I don't know... We usually get cats and dogs at the vet. Nothing that vicious.

ARGENT: Never had to deal with a rabid dog?

ARGENT: Oh, I grew up with a lot of dogs. I saw one get rabies from a bat. It was transferred through the bite. You know, people think that a rabid dog suddenly goes mad. It's a lot more gradual. First stage is subtle changes in behavior-- they're restless, morose. It's the second stage that people know-- the furious phase. That's when they attack. And we're talking any moving object.

ARGENT: Did you know that a caged rabid dog will break its own teeth trying to chew through the bars? It'll even rear back and snap its own spine. Can you imagine the amount of force it would take to do that? It's a complete character reversal. This harmless animal... turned into a perfectly vicious killer. And it all started with that one bite.

ALLISON: [obliviously] But it died, didn't it?

VICTORIA: Yes, because your grandfather shot it.

ALLISON: Because he wanted to put it out of its misery?

ARGENT: Because it was too dangerous. Something that out of control is better off dead.

BEACON HILLS ANIMAL CLINIC

STILES: [gagging] Okay, you know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of...

DEREK: [panting] When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me.

STILES: [exasperatedly] "Positivity" just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?

DEREK: If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time-- last resort.

STILES: Which is...?

DEREK: You're gonna cut off my arm.

ARGENT HOUSE

ALLISON: I'm so incredibly sorry...

SCOTT: For what?

ALLISON: For that being the worst, most horribly awkward dinner ever in the history of horribly awkward dinners.

SCOTT: No, uh... it wasn't the worst. There was this one dinner where my parents told me they were getting a divorce. This comes in at a close second.

SCOTT: ...Your dad's watching.

ALLISON: [whispering] Good.

KATE: Wait a second, guys--

ALLISON: What is it?

KATE: Uh, I have to ask Scott something...

SCOTT: [surprised] Me?

KATE: Yeah, you.

SCOTT: [nervously] Okay...

KATE: Uh... what'd you take from my bag?

SCOTT: [alarmed] What?

KATE: My bag. What'd you take from it?

KATE: Do you need me to repeat the question? Maybe enunciate more clearly?

ARGENT: What are you talking about?

KATE: My bag was open in the guest room, and when I left it, it was shut. And Scott comes in to use the bathroom, he leaves, my bag's open...

ALLISON: He didn't take--

KATE: Something was taken from my bag. Now, look-- I hate to be the accuser here, Scott, because I really do love those adorable brown eyes... but I don't know if you're a klepto, if you're curious, or-or if you're just stupid. But answer the question-- what did you take?

SCOTT: [anxiously] Nothing. I swear.

KATE: You don't mind proving it, do you?

ALLISON: [appalled] Are you serious?

KATE: How about you show us what's in your pockets?

ALLISON: Dad?

KATE: Come on, Scott. Prove me wrong.

ALLISON: [angrily] Uh, I'll prove you wrong. Uh, it wasn't Scott going through your bags-- It was me.

KATE: [skeptically] You?

ALLISON: [confidently] Mmhmm. Me.

BEACON HILLS ANIMAL CLINIC

STILES: [groaning] Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?

DEREK: It'll heal... If it works...

STILES: Ugh. Look, I don't know if I can do this.

DEREK: [impatiently] Why not?

STILES: [exasperatedly] Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!

DEREK: [incredulously] You faint at the sight of blood?

STILES: No, but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!

DEREK: All right, fine. How about this-- either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head.

STILES: [scoffing] Okay, you know what? I'm so not buying your threats any--

STILES: [gasping] Oh, my God! Okay. All right. Bought. Sold. Totally. I'll do it. I'll do it.

STILES: What?

STILES: What are you doing?

STILES: [gagging] Holy God, what the hell is that?

DEREK: [groaning] It's my body... trying to heal itself...

STILES: Well, it's not doing a very good job of it.

DEREK: [urgently] Now. You gotta do it now.

STILES: [panicking] Look, honestly, I don't think I can--

DEREK: [impatiently] Just do it!

STILES: [panicking] Oh, my God. Okay, okay...

STILES: Oh, my God.... All right, here we go...

SCOTT: STILES!

STILES: Scott?

SCOTT: What the hell are you doing?

STILES: [relieved] Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares!

DEREK: [eagerly] Did you get it?

STILES: What are you gonna do with it?

DEREK: [weakly] I'm gonna...

DEREK: [weakly] I'm gonna...

SCOTT: No! No, no, no, no...

STILES: Derek! Derek, come on, wake up!

STILES: Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?

SCOTT: [anxiously] I don't know! I can't reach it!

STILES: He's not waking up...

SCOTT: Come on...

STILES: I think he's dying... I think he's dead!

SCOTT: Just hold on! Come on...

SCOTT: Oh! I got it! I got it!

STILES: [muttering] Please don't kill me for this.

STILES: Ugh! Ow! God!

DEREK: Give me--

SCOTT: Up!

STILES: Ow! God!

STILES: That. Was. Awesome!!! Yes!!!

SCOTT: Are you okay?

DEREK: [sarcastically] Well, except for the agonizing pain...

STILES: I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health...

SCOTT: Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone. You got that? And, if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything--

DEREK: [appalled] You're gonna trust them? You think they can help you?

SCOTT: [scoffing] Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are.

DEREK: [angrily] I can show you exactly how nice they are.

SCOTT: What do you mean?

BEACON HILLS LONG-TERM RESIDENTIAL HOME

SCOTT: What are we doing here?

SCOTT: Who is he?

DEREK: My uncle-- Peter Hale.

SCOTT: Is he... like you? A Werewolf?

DEREK: He was. Now, he's barely even human. Six years ago, my sister and I were at school, and our house caught fire. Eleven people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor.

SCOTT: So... what makes you so sure that they set the fire?

DEREK: [angrily] 'Cause they're the only ones that knew about us!

SCOTT: [awkwardly] Well, then... they had a reason...

DEREK: Like what? You tell me what justifies this. They say they'll only kill an adult, and only with absolute proof, but there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that fire. This is what they do. And it's what Allison will do.

NURSE JENNIFER: What are you doing? How did you get in here?

DEREK: We were just leaving.

ARGENT HOUSE

ALLISON: [on the phone] Hey. Um, I just thought maybe I'd catch you before you went to sleep, but, uh... I wanted to say sorry again for tonight. So, call me.

KATE: The one that attacked me was big-- it had width and power. But, the one I shot was lean and fast.

ARGENT: Well, that would be Derek Hale.

KATE: Are we sure?

ARGENT: [shrugging] Mostly.

KATE: Well, how do we know it's just two of 'em?

ARGENT: We don't yet. But, if Derek's still alive, he will lead us to the Alpha.

KATE: [smirking] Take the pack leader, and take the pack.

ARGENT: And we do it according to the Code.

KATE: [sighing] You and the Code.

ARGENT: It's there for a reason, Kate.

KATE: [fakely] Of course... I always play by the rules.

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