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SCOTT: [voiceover] Previously on Teen Wolf...
JACKSON: So, do you have the key, or not?
LYDIA: Not. ("Venomous")
ERICA: [pleadingly] Please, Allison, stop!
PETER: I'm gonna tell you how to stop Jackson.
PETER: There is one young lady with whom Jackson shared a real bond-- one person who can save him.
MELISSA: Somebody is hurt! Somebody is down on the field!
LYDIA: Jackson! Jackson!
ISAAC: He did it to himself?
STILINSKI: Where's Stiles? Where the hell is my son??? ("Battlefield")

BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL Edit

PARAMEDIC: Thanks for your help, but we can take it from here.
MELISSA: You know, I'm gonna have to give a statement. Why don't I ride with you?
PARAMEDIC: [awkwardly] Um, I think that would be a little...
MELISSA: Perfect! Great.
PARAMEDIC: [sarcastically] Great.

ARGENT HOUSE Edit

STILES: Ow, ow!
STILES: Ow! Ow!

BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL Edit

STILINSKI: I've got to meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson. I've got an APB out on Stiles. His Jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means...
STILINSKI: [defeated] The hell, I don't know what that means.
STILINSKI: Um, look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if either one of you see him--
ISAAC: [gently] We'll call you.
SCOTT: Look, he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something. We'll find him.
STILINSKI: Yeah... I'll see you, okay?


COACH: McCall... We need you on the team, okay? You know I can't put you on the field next season if you don't get your grades up.
SCOTT: [sheepishly] Yeah, I know, Coach...
COACH: All right. I mean, I-I know I yell a lot, but it's not like I hate you guys.
COACH: [shrugging] Well, I kind of hate Greenberg, but, you know... that's different. It's Greenberg!
COACH: I'm just saying, we-- I-- need you on the team. Get your grades back up.
SCOTT: [nodding] I will.
COACH: I know.



SCOTT: Is that everyone?
ISAAC: I think so...
ISAAC: You're gonna find him by scent?
SCOTT: Yeah. We both are.
ISAAC: [frowning] But how come you get his shirt, and I get a shoe?



DEREK: We need to talk.
PETER: All of us.
SCOTT: [gasping] Holy sh--!

TITLE CARD & OPENING CREDITS

ARGENT HOUSE Edit

STILES: Shhh!
STILES: [yelping] Ow!
GERARD: They were trying to warn you... It's electrified.
STILES: What are you doing with them?
GERARD: At the moment? Just keeping them comfortable. There's no point in torturing them. They won't give Derek up-- the instinct to protect their Alpha is too strong.
STILES: [anxiously] Okay, so, what are you doing with me? Because Scott can find me, all right? He knows my scent. It's pungent, you know? It's more like a stench. He could find me even if I was buried at the bottom of a sewer, covered in fecal matter and urine...
GERARD: [amused] You have a knack for creating a vivid picture, Mr. Stilinski. Let me paint one of my own-- Scott McCall finds his best friend bloodied and beaten to a pulp. How does that sound?
STILES: I think I might prefer more of a still life, or landscape, you know?
STILES: [scoffing] What-what are you, ninety? Look, I can probably kick your ass up and down this room--
STILES: Okay, wait!
STILES: Wait, wait! Okay, wait! Wait!

BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL Edit

SCOTT: [incredulously] What the hell is this???
DEREK: [patronizingly] You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the Sheriff's station...
SCOTT: [appalled] Okay, hold on! He-he threatened to kill my mom! And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?
PETER: I'm gonna go with Scott on this one. Have you seen his mom? She's gorgeous!
DEREK & SCOTT: [simultaneously] Shut up!
ISAAC: [quietly] ...Who is he?
SCOTT: That's Peter, Derek's uncle. A little while back, he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire, and Derek slashed his throat.
PETER: Hi.
ISAAC: ...That's good to know.
SCOTT: How is he alive?
DEREK: Look, the short version is he knows how to stop Jackson... and maybe how to save him.
ISAAC: [sarcastically] Well, that's very helpful... except Jackson's dead.
DEREK: What?
SCOTT: Yeah, Jackson's dead. It just happened on the field.
ISAAC: Okay, why is no one taking this as good news?
PETER: Because if Jackson is dead, it didn't just happen-- Gerard wanted it to happen.
DEREK: But why?
PETER: Well, that's exactly what we need to figure out.
PETER: And something tells me the window of opportunity is closing. Quickly.

ARGENT HOUSE Edit

ARGENT: I saw the lights flicker...
GERARD: Probably just one of our guests getting comfortable downstairs.
GERARD: Get some sleep if you can. I have a feeling the next twenty-four hours are going to be eventful.
ARGENT: You gonna tell me what happened at the game?
GERARD: [smugly] Didn't you hear? We won!
ARGENT: I meant Jackson.
GERARD: [smirking] So did I.
ALLISON: You need something?
ARGENT: I want you to step aside and let us handle this.
ALLISON: [incredulously] You're kidding, right?
ARGENT: One of your friends is dead--
ALLISON: [interjecting] Because of Derek. How do you think Jackson became that thing in the first place?
ALLISON: Kate. Mom. Jackson.
ARGENT: What about Scott? What if he dies, too?
ALLISON: [scoffing] Since when do you care about Scott?
ARGENT: I care about you.
ALLISON: [sarcastically] Really, Dad? If you're going to start quoting from the list of "The Top Five Things A Parent Should Say To A Child Every Day," why don't you start with, "I'm proud of you?" Because I am doing exactly what you wanted.
ARGENT: No, Allison-- you're doing exactly what he wants. We all are.
ALLISON: [impatiently] I'm tired. I just really want to pass out, okay?
ARGENT: Fine.
ALLISON: By the way, don't forget you owe me a new bow.
ARGENT: ...And a new crossbow.

BEACON HILLS MEMORIAL HOSPITAL Edit

MELISSA: [muttering] Oh, God... are we gonna do this?
MELISSA: [muttering] Yeah, we're gonna do this.
MELISSA: Okay...

STILINSKI HOUSE Edit

STILINSKI: [on the phone] Yeah, I'm not finding any clues here. Listen, if he-if he shows up at the hospital--
STILINSKI: [on the phone] Okay, thanks.
STILINSKI: [murmuring] Oh, come on, Stiles... Where the hell are you?
STILES: [weakly] Right here.
STILES: It's okay, Dad. It's okay.
STILINSKI: [furiously] Who did it?
STILES: [lying] It's okay-- it was just a couple kids from the other team. You know, they were really pissed about losing, and I was-I was mouthing off, you know? The next thing I know--
STILINSKI: [interrupting] Who was it?
STILES: [sighing] Dad, I don't know. I didn't even see them, really.
STILINSKI: I want descriptions.
STILES: Look, Dad, come on. It's not even that bad!
STILINSKI: [furiously] I-I'm calling that school. I'm calling then, and I'll personally go down there, and I'm gonna pistol-whip these little bastards!
STILES: Dad! I just... I said I was okay.
STILINSKI: God...

HALE HOUSE Edit

SCOTT: Oh. Oh, they found Stiles!
DEREK: I told you, I looked everywhere.
PETER: [smirking] You didn't look here.
DEREK: [frowning] What is that, a book?
PETER: [scoffing] No, it's a laptop. What century are you living in?
PETER: A few days after I got out of the coma, I transferred everything that we had. Fortunately, the Argents aren't the only ones who keep records.
SCOTT: [on the phone] Hey, Mom. I can't talk right now--
MELISSA: [on the phone] Oh, yeah? Well, I'm so freaked out that I can barely talk, either.
SCOTT: [on the phone] What's wrong?
MELISSA: [on the phone] Something... Definitely something... I don't know what, but I think you're gonna want to see this for yourself.

STILINSKI HOUSE Edit

STILES: [groaning] Dad, I said I'm fine...
LYDIA: [bashfully] Hi.
STILES: [shocked] Hi.
LYDIA: Your father let me in...
STILES: He did?
STILES: Yeah, of course he did...
LYDIA: What happened to your...?
STILES: Oh, uh... Yeah, no, it's nothing. Don't worry about it. I'm fine.
STILES: Do you want to come in? How are you doing?
LYDIA: [tearfully] They won't let me see him. I'm supposed to give him something. He kept asking for it back...

BEACON HILLS MEMORIAL HOSPITAL Edit

SCOTT: What's happening to him?
MELISSA: I thought you were gonna tell me! Is it bad?
ISAAC: It doesn't look good...
ISAAC: Whoa!
SCOTT: Whoa!
SCOTT: [panicking] Uh, Mom, could you zip it up, please?
MELISSA: [exasperatedly] Okay. Okay, okay.
MELISSA: Okay, here we go...
SCOTT: Mom, zip!
MELISSA: [anxiously] Okay, okay, okay, okay...
SCOTT: Zip! Zip, Mom! Zip! Zip!

ARGENT HOUSE Edit

ARGENT: [grimly] You know, my family's done this for a long time. Long enough to learn things... like how a certain level of electric current can keep you from transforming. At another level, you can't heal. A few amps higher, and no heightened strength... That kind of scientific accuracy? It makes you wonder where the line between the natural and the supernatural really exists.
ARGENT: It's when lines like that blur... you sometimes find yourself surprised by which side you end up on.

STILINSKI HOUSE Edit

STILES: Hey, sorry, I didn't have any tissues, so...
LYDIA: [chuckling weakly] That's fine.
LYDIA: [sighing] God, I am such a mess...
LYDIA: God... you have seventeen missed messages from Scott.
STILES: [sighing] I know.
LYDIA: You're ignoring him?
STILES: No. No, not really...
LYDIA: ...Why do you have women's jewelry?
STILES: [awkwardly] Oh, uh... nothing. It's just some stuff I bought, you know, for your birthday...
LYDIA: [surprised] For me?
STILES: Yeah. I just-I kind of didn't know what to get you, so I just bought you, like, a bunch of stuff. Like, a lot of stuff...
STILES: You know, I was gonna return anything that I didn't give you.
LYDIA: [incredulously] A flat-screen TV?
STILES: [sheepishly] Yeah, that I'm definitely returning.
LYDIA: You're gonna want to read this.

HALE HOUSE Edit

DEREK: They say he's in some kind of transparent casing made from the venom coming out of his claws...
PETER: That sounds sufficiently terrifying.
DEREK: [grimly] They also say he's starting to move.
PETER: Okay, look-- I think I found something.
PETER: Looks like what we've seen from Jackson is just the Kanima's Beta shape...
DEREK: Well, meaning what? It can turn into something bigger?
PETER: [horrified] Bigger and badder.
DEREK: [exasperatedly] He's turning into that? That has wings!!!
PETER: [speechlessly] I can see that.
DEREK: [on the phone] Scott, bring him to us.
SCOTT: [on the phone] I'm not sure if we have time for that...
PETER: Look! Somebody actually made an animation of it. Maybe it's less frightening if we--
ALPHA KANIMA: [on video] RAWRRR!
PETER: [shocked] Nope. Not at all. We should probably meet them halfway.
DEREK: [on the phone] Scott, get him out of there now. Go now!

ARGENT HOUSE Edit

GERARD: Wake up, sweetheart. It's starting!

BEACON HILLS MEMORIAL HOSPITAL Edit

SCOTT: Hold on, hold on--
SCOTT: Okay, go. Go, go, go, go, go!

HALE HOUSE Edit

PETER: Derek, we need Lydia.
DEREK: [impatiently] There's no time for--
PETER: [interrupting] That's the problem-- we're rushing. We're moving too fast. And, while everyone knows that a moving target is harder to hit, here we are, racing right into Gerard's crosshairs.
DEREK: [firmly] If I get the chance to kill Jackson...
DEREK: I'm taking it.

BEACON HILLS MEMORIAL HOSPITAL Edit

SCOTT: [hesitantly] You're alone.
ARGENT: More than you know.
SCOTT: What do you want?
ARGENT: We don't have much in common, Scott... But, at the moment, we have a common enemy.
SCOTT: That's why I'm trying to get him out of here--
ARGENT: [interrupting] I didn't mean Jackson.

STILINSKI HOUSE Edit

STILES: How much do you know about this stuff?
LYDIA: Pieces...?
LYDIA: [sighing] Half of it's like a dream.
STILES: [exasperatedly] Yeah? Well, guess what? The other half is like a freaking nightmare!
LYDIA: I don't care. I can help him.
STILES: See, that's the problem-- you don't care about getting hurt. But you know how I'll feel? I'll be devastated! And if you die, I will literally go out of my freakin' mind! You see, death doesn't happen to you, Lydia-- it happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how they're gonna live the rest of their lives now, without you in it? Huh?
STILES: And look at my face, huh? Come on, you think this was meant to hurt me?
STILES: [sheepishly] Um... I'm so sorry...
LYDIA: [determined] It's okay. I'll find him myself.
STILES: Hey, Lydia! Wait!

BEACON HILLS MEMORIAL HOSPITAL Edit

ARGENT: Gerard has twisted his way into Allison's head, the same way he did with Kate... And I'm losing her. And I know you're losing her, too.
SCOTT: [nodding] You're right. So, can you trust me to fix this?
SCOTT: ...Then, can you let us go?
ARGENT: No.
ARGENT: ...My car is faster.

STILINSKI HOUSE Edit

STILINSKI: She left, huh?
STILES: [sighing] Yeah.
STILINSKI: So... is there, uh... anything there?
STILES: No. No, she's in love with someone else.
STILINSKI: [nodding] Ah.
STILINSKI: [gently] Listen-- I know that getting beaten up, and with what happened to Jackson, has got you pretty shaken. But, be happy about one thing: the game. You were amazing.
STILES: Thanks, Dad.
STILINSKI: No, I mean it. Look, it was pretty much over... and then you got the ball, and you started running. You scored, and the tide just turned. And you scored again and again. You weren't just MVP of the game-- you were a hero.
STILES: [modestly] No, I'm not a hero, Dad.
STILINSKI: [smiling] You were last night.
STILES: [muttering] I'm not a hero.

WAREHOUSE DISTRICT Edit

ISAAC: I think he stopped moving...
ARGENT: Where's Derek?



PETER: [muttering] Someone certainly enjoys making an entrance...



ARGENT: I'm here for Jackson-- not you.
DEREK: Somehow, I don't find that very comforting.
DEREK: Get him inside.


SCOTT: Where are they?
DEREK: Who?
SCOTT: Peter and Lydia!
SCOTT: Whoa! Hold on a second-- you said you knew how to save him.
DEREK: We're past that.
SCOTT: What about--
DEREK: [interrupting] Think about it, Scott! Gerard controls him now. He's turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog, and he set all of this in motion so that Jackson could get even bigger and more powerful.
ARGENT: [defensively] No. No, he wouldn't do that. If Jackson's a dog, he's turning rabid, and my father wouldn't let a rabid dog live.
GERARD: Of course not...
GERARD: Anything that dangerous, that out of control... is better off dead.
GERARD: [smugly] Well done to the last, Scott. Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn't realize that you were also bringing Derek to me.
SCOTT: [shocked] Allison?
SCOTT: No, Allison!
GERARD: Not yet, sweetheart.
ALLISON: What are you doing?
SCOTT: He's doing what he came here to do...
GERARD: Then you know.
ALLISON: What's he talking about?
GERARD: It was the night outside the hospital, wasn't it? When I threatened your mother. I knew I saw something in your eyes. You could just smell it, couldn't you?
ISAAC: [panting] He's dying...
GERARD: I am. I have been for a while now, Unfortunately, science doesn't have a curse for cancer yet... But the supernatural does.
ARGENT: You monster.
GERARD: Not yet.
ALLISON: What are you doing?
ARGENT: [appalled] You'll kill her, too?
GERARD: When it comes to survival...? I'd kill my own son!
GERARD: Scott.
DEREK: [pleadingly] Scott, don't. You know that he's gonna kill me right after. He'll be an Alpha.
GERARD: [shrugging] That's true... But I think he already knows that, don't you, Scott?
GERARD: He knows that the ultimate prize is Allison. Do this small task for me, and they can be together.
GERARD: You are the only piece that doesn't fit, Derek. And, in case you haven't learned yet, there is just no competing with young love.
DEREK: Scott, don't! Don't!
SCOTT: I'm sorry. But I have to.



PETER: [muttering] What the...?



GERARD: What? What is this? What did you do?
SCOTT: Everyone said Gerard always had a plan...
SCOTT: I had a plan, too.
GERARD: No... No...

FLASHBACK—BEACON COUNTY SHERIFF'S STATION, SEVERAL NIGHTS AGO

SCOTT: You dropped this.

END FLASHBACK

GERARD: [furiously] Mountain ash!
DEREK: Why didn't you tell me?
SCOTT: Because you might be an Alpha... but you're not mine.
GERARD: Kill them! Kill them all!
STILES: ...Did I get him?
STILES: [yelping] Whoa!
LYDIA: Jackson!
LYDIA: Jackson.
STILES: Lydia--
SCOTT: Wait.

FLASHBACK—WHITTEMORE HOUSE, SOME TIME AGO

JACKSON: Here. It's to the front door.
LYDIA: A key to your house? Already?
JACKSON: [shrugging] Well, it's not a wedding ring...
LYDIA: So, you're just making me a more accessible late-night booty call?
JACKSON: [smirking] Late night... late afternoon... late morning...

END FLASHBACK

JACKSON: [weakly] Do you... Do you still...?
LYDIA: [tearfully] I do. I do still love you. I do-I do still love you. I do. I do. I do still love you. I do.
ALLISON: ...Where's Gerard?
ARGENT: He can't be far.
STILES: [sheepishly] Scratched my Jeep.

ARGENT HOUSE Edit

ALLISON: I'm sorry.
SCOTT: You don't have to say you're sorry.
ALLISON: [nodding] I do. I have to-- for what I said, for everything. Especially for what I have to do now.
SCOTT: It's okay.
ALLISON: [tearfully] No, it's not.
SCOTT: It is.
ALLISON: Scott, I'm trying to break up with you.
SCOTT: I know. And it's okay.
ALLISON: [incredulously] How is that okay?
SCOTT: Because I can wait.
ALLISON: I can't make you wait for me. I'm not going to do that.
SCOTT: You don't have to... Because I know we're gonna be together.
ALLISON: There's no such thing as fate.
SCOTT: There's no such thing as Werewolves.

BEACON HILLS PRESERVE Edit

BOYD: No, wait!
ERICA: [anxiously] What? Are you okay?
BOYD: [panting] Yeah... I just need to... catch my breath...

WAREHOUSE DISTRICT Edit

MARIN: You're not planning on getting your hands dirty, are you?
DEATON: I do what I have to.
MARIN: [smiling] Good. I never liked you being retired, anyway.
DEATON: [smirking] Whoever said I was retired?

HALE HOUSE Edit

PETER: [sighing] You haven't told him everything yet, have you?
ISAAC: What do you mean?
PETER: Why do you think Derek was in such a hurry to build his pack? So eager to strengthen his power and his number? When there's a new Alpha, people take notice.
ISAAC: People like who?
ISAAC: What is this? What does this mean?
DEREK: It's their symbol... and it means they're coming.
ISAAC: Who?
DEREK: Alphas.
ISAAC: [frowning] More than one?
DEREK: A pack of them.
PETER: An Alpha Pack. And they're not coming...
PETER: They're already here.

BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL Edit

STILES: So, you really think she's gonna come back to you?
SCOTT: Yeah, I know she is. What about you and Lydia?
STILES: Ahh. Well, the ten-year plan for making Lydia fall in love with me may have to stretch to fifteen, but the plan is definitely still in motion.
SCOTT: Why don't you just ask her out?
STILES: [scoffing] Yeah, okay-- why don't you just get into the goal and help me make team captain like you promised, there, big guy!
SCOTT: [thoughtfully] Hey, you know what I just realized?
SCOTT: I'm right back where I started.
STILES: What do you mean?
SCOTT: I mean, no lacrosse. No popularity. No girlfriend. Nothing.
STILES: [offended] Dude, you still got me!
SCOTT: [smiling] I had you before.
STILES: Yeah, and you still got me, okay? It's a life fulfilled.
SCOTT: [amused] Very.
STILES: Now, remember-- no wolf powers.
SCOTT: Got it.
STILES: No, I meant it! No super-fast reflexes, no super-eyesight, no hearing-- none of that crap, okay?
SCOTT: [sighing] Okay. Come on!
STILES: You promise?
SCOTT: [exasperatedly] Would you just take the shot already?
STILES: [appalled] I said NO WOLF POWERS!

END CREDITS

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