Previously on Teen Wolf...
- Who were they? - Hunters.
That's my dad.
Who's this?
That's my dad's sister, Kate.
Come on!
You're staying for dinner.
You eat meat?
- Your dad's watching. - Good.
Think about me.
Naked.
There's no way in hell you're out there kicking ass on the field like that
without some sort of chemical boost.
What the hell is going on with you, McCall?
I'm not the one that bit you.
There's another.
It's called an Alpha.
Now I'm trying to find him. But I don't think I can do it without you.
Hurry! Hurry!
What happened?
Let go of me! Let go!
Now, Hoosiers is not only the best basketball movie ever,
- it is the best sports movie ever made. - No.
- It's got Gene Hackman and Dennis Hopper. - No.
Lydia,
- I swear to God you're gonna like it. - No.
I am not watching The Notebook again.
Can somebody help me find The Notebook?
Hello?
Is anybody working here?
You gotta be kidding me.
Mmm. Did they forget my curly fries?
You're not supposed to eat fries, especially the curly ones.
Well, I'm carrying a lethal weapon.
If I want the curly fries, I will have the curly fries.
If you think getting rid of contractions in all your sentences
makes your argument any more legitimate, you are wrong.
Unit One, do you copy?
Sorry.
Unit One, copy.
Got a report of a possible 187.
A murder?
Stay here.
Paul, let's get this area locked up.
Oh, no way.
Why the hell can't I just go home? I'm fine.
I hear ya, but the EMT says you hit your head pretty hard.
They just wanna make sure you don't have a concussion.
What part of "I'm fine" are you having a problem grasping?
- Okay, I wanna go home. - And I understand that.
No, you don't understand,
which kind of blows my mind,
since it should be a pretty basic concept to grasp
for a minimum-wage rent-a-cop like you!
Okay, now, I wanna go home!
Oh, whoa, is that a dead body?
Everybody back up. Back up.
Starting to get it?
I get that he's killing people, but I don't get why.
I mean, this isn't standard practice, right?
We don't go out in the middle of the night murdering everyone, do we?
No.
We're predators.
- We don't have to be killers. - Then why is he a killer?
That's what we're gonna find out.
- You know, I have a life, too. - No, you don't.
Yes, I do!
I don't care what you say about him making me his pet or...
Part of his pack.
Whatever. I have homework to do.
I have to go to a parent/teacher conference tomorrow
because I'm failing chemistry.
You wanna do homework? Or do you wanna not die?
You have less than a week until the full moon.
You don't kill with him, he kills you.
Okay, seriously, who made up these rules?
It's a rite of passage into his pack.
You know what else is a rite of passage? Graduating from high school!
And you don't have to kill anyone to do it!
Why can't you just find him yourself?
Why can't you just sniff him out when he's a human?
Because his human scent could be entirely different.
It has to be you.
You have a connection with him, a link that you can't understand.
If I can teach you to control your abilities, you can find him.
So if I help you, you can stop him?
Not alone. We're stronger in numbers.
A pack makes the individual more powerful.
How am I supposed to help if I have no idea what I'm doing?
Because I'm gonna teach you.
Do you remember what happened that first night you were shot in the arm?
Right after you were hit?
Yeah, I changed back.
Mmm-hmm. And when you were hit by his car, same thing, right?
What's the common denominator?
No!
What is... What the hell are you doing!
It'll heal.
It's still hurt!
And that's what keeps you human.
Pain.
Maybe you will survive.
Hey.
Listen, you know I feel totally horrible about my behavior the other night, right?
Oh, totally forgotten.
No, not forgotten by me.
Come on. Call me a horrid bitch or something.
You were just being protective.
I was being a protective horrid bitch who is
giving you your birthday present early so you'll forgive her.
Oh.
Forgiven?
- Completely. I love it! - It's a family heirloom.
And you know me, I hate and loathe all sentimental crap,
but that,
well, look at the symbol in the middle of the pendant. See that?
Yeah.
You ever wanna learn a little something about your family?
Look it up.
You're gonna make me work for it.
Some mysteries are worth the effort.
Aw.
- Okay. - Bye.
Jesus.
Lydia.
Is today your birthday?
No, no, no. I mean, yes.
Please don't tell anybody.
I don't even know how Lydia found out.
- Why wouldn't you tell me? - Because I don't want people to know.
Because...
I'm 17.
You're 17?
- That's the reaction I'm trying to avoid. - Why?
I mean, I totally get it.
Uh, you had to repeat a year because of all the moving around, right?
What was that for?
For literally being the first person to ever make the correct assumption.
Everybody's always like, "What? Did you get held back?"
"Did you ride the short bus?"
Uh, "Did you have a baby?"
That's what you hear on your birthday?
Oh, yeah. All day long.
Then, what if we got out of here?
Skip class?
Yeah, the whole day.
Well, you're asking someone who's never skipped one class
to bail out the entire day, and I don't...
No, see, that's perfect.
If you get caught, then they'll go easy on you.
Well, what if you get caught?
Let's try not to think about that.
Just a friendly reminder, parent/teacher conferences are tonight.
Students below a "C" average are required to attend.
I won't name you, because the shame and self-disgust
should be more than enough punishment.
Has anyone seen Scott McCall?
Hey, Jackson.
If you need to leave early for any reason, you let me know.
Everyone, start reading chapter nine.
Mr. Stilinski.
Try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs.
It's chemistry, not a coloring book.
Hey, Danny. Can I ask you a question?
- No. - Well, I'm going to anyway.
Um, did Lydia show up in your homeroom today?
No.
- Can I ask you another question? - Answer's still no.
Does anyone know what happened to her and Jackson last night?
- He wouldn't tell me. - But he's your best friend.
- One more question. - What?
Do you find me attractive?
Uh, maybe this is a bad idea
and my dad would kill me if he found out.
Do you always follow your dad's rules?
- Not lately. - Good.
- Start the car. - Where are we going?
Uh, I don't know. Somewhere. Anywhere.
Nowhere I can be seen, right? 'Cause I could get detention.
Please start the car.
- Or suspended... - Allison, car, start, now.
I don't know where Scott is.
I'm not here for Scott. I'm here for you.
Why me? I didn't do anything.
No, but you saw something, didn't you?
No, I didn't... I didn't see anything.
What was it, hmm? An animal? A mountain lion?
I didn't see anything. I swear. I'm not lying.
Then calm down and say it again.
Say what? That I'm not lying?
Tell me that you didn't see anything. Slowly.
I didn't see anything.
I'm not lying.
One more thing.
You should really get that checked out.
What?
Finally! Have you been getting any of my texts?
Yeah, like all nine million of them.
Do you have any idea what's going on?
Lydia is totally M-l-A,
Jackson looks like he's got a time bomb inserted into his face,
another random guy's dead, and you have to do something about it.
Like what?
Something.
Okay, I'll deal with it later. Left, left, left, left, left.
Sorry, sorry.
I just totally soccer-mom'd you. I'm sorry.
That's all right.
I'll just pick up my masculinity on the way back.
- You're still not okay with this, are you? - I just feel like I need an alibi.
Well, if we get caught, I'll just say it was my fault.
You don't need to take the blame for me.
- It was my choice, too. - Oh, good!
'Cause if we get caught, I'm totally gonna blame you.
- Oh, really? - Hell yeah!
And they'd believe me.
You know, totally hot girl asks you to skip the day with her.
Like I'm gonna say no.
So throw me under the bus, just like that?
Yeah. Throw, push, shove...
And what if I decide to drag you down with me?
I'd just yell for help.
Well, what if I did this?
- I'd scream for help. - And if I did this?
I'd beg for mercy.
Mmm.
- Honey, there's a Stiles here to see you. - What the hell is a "Stiles"?
She took a little something to ease her nerves.
- You can... You can go in. - Thanks.
What are you doing here?
I was just making sure you were okay.
Hmm.
Why?
Uh...
Because I was worried about you today. How are you feeling?
I feel fantastic.
Oh!
What...
I bet you can't say,
"I saw Suzy sittin' in a shoeshine shop" 10 times fast.
I saw Shuzy...
Uh...
I shaw...
I saw...
What? Lydia, what did you see?
Something.
Something like... Like a mountain lion?
A mountain lion.
Are you sure you saw a mountain lion,
or are you just saying that because that's what the police told you?
A mountain lion.
What's this?
A mountain lion.
Okay.
- Mmm. - You're so drunk.
Oh!
You okay?
Yeah.
I think you just earned your masculinity back.
What are you doing?
I'm just texting Lydia "Thank you" for the birthday stuff.
No. If mine's off, yours is, too.
- So we're disconnecting from the world? - You can handle that for one day, right?
Just this one text, and then I will be all yours, okay?
Mmm-hmm.
Okay.
Well, I'm gonna go.
Uh, I'll let you get back to the whole post-traumatic stress thing.
Mmm. Stay.
Me? Stay? You want me to stay?
Mmm-hmm.
Yes, please.
Stay.
Please.
Jackson.
And we're done here.
You want me to get that?
It's a text.
I don't know how to...
- He wants us to wait. - So I've been reminded...
To death.
And that means we're not allowed to kill him.
But it doesn't mean we can't say "Hello."
- No one home? - Oh, he's here.
He's just not feeling particularly hospitable.
Maybe he's out burying a bone in the backyard.
Really? A dog joke?
We're going there, and that's the best you got?
If you wanna provoke him, say something like,
"Too bad your sister 'bit it' before she had her first litter."
Too bad she howled like a bitch
when we cut her in half!
Wow.
This one grew up in all the right places.
I don't know whether to
kill it or lick it.
Hey, it's me again.
Look, I found something, and I don't know what to do, okay?
So if you could turn your phone on right now, that'd be great.
Or else I'll kill you.
Do you understand me? I'm gonna kill you.
And I'm too upset to come up with a witty description
about how exactly I'm gonna kill you, but I'm just gonna do it, okay?
I'm gonna... Ugh! Goodbye.
God.
Please tell me I'm gonna hear good news at this parent/teacher thing tonight.
Depends on how you define "Good news."
I define it as you getting straight A's with no behavioral issues.
You might wanna rethink that definition.
Enough said.
Come on, Scott. Where the hell are you?
These dreams under my pillow
In the twilight of these white nights
These dreams under my pillow
In the bright lights of these white nights
Of these white nights
Oh.
900,000 volts.
You never were good with electricity, were you?
Or fire.
Which is why I'm gonna let you in on a little secret.
And, well, maybe we can help each other out.
Yes, your sister was severed into pieces and used as bait to try to catch you.
Unpleasant, and frankly,
a little too Texas Chainsaw Massacre for my taste,
but quite true.
Now, here's the part that might really kick you in your balls.
We didn't kill her.
You think I'm lying?
Wouldn't be the first time.
Sweetie...
Well,
why don't you just listen to my heart and tell me if I am.
Okay?
We...
didn't...
kill...
your sister.
Do you hear that? There's no blips or upticks.
Just the steady beat of the cold, hard truth.
Found bite marks on your sister's body, Derek.
What do you think did that? A mountain lion?
Why aren't we helping each other out?
You might as well admit what you've been guessing all along,
which is, the Alpha killed your sister.
And all you have to do is tell us who he is,
and we'll take care of it for you.
Problem solved, everybody goes home happy.
Unless, you don't know who he is either.
Wow. Guess who just became totally useless?
Hey, Scott, it's me again.
I'm just calling to make sure that everything's okay.
You were supposed to be here an hour ago. Maybe you forgot.
Well, whatever it is, just give me a call and let me know that everything's okay.
All right. Thanks.
Sheriff Stilinski.
Listen, I hate to bother you,
but I'm having a bitch of a time getting a consensus
on what this is we're dealing with.
I'm really flattered you've come to me for help,
but, like I said before, I'm no expert.
But you were pretty certain the other day about our attacker being a mountain lion.
That's right.
I wanna show you something.
We got a little lucky here, the video store didn't have any cameras,
but a security camera that was watching another parking lot
happened to grab a few frames.
Take a look at our mountain lion.
Here's another.
It's interesting.
Actually, this is the interesting one.
I see what you mean.
I've never seen a mountain lion do that.
Can't say I have either.
You've got a problem here.
My first instinct was it was a bear, but bears don't walk on two legs.
No, they drop to all fours.
Look, like I said, you really need an expert here.
Yeah, yeah, but... Could this still be a mountain lion?
I'm sorry. I've got a sick Doberman that
needs my attention.
- No other ideas? - I'm sorry.
Really, I wish I could help you, but I've got a sick...
Yeah. Dog.
I heard you.
Thanks for humoring me again.
Oh...
So being completely honest, this was...
kind of a perfect birthday.
Good.
I'd know if you were lying anyway.
Oh, really.
You have a tell.
You touch your eyebrow right here.
Huh!
Let's see if you can figure out if I'm lying now.
Uh...
I wish that my parents weren't coming home
from the teacher conferences.
So I could spend the rest of the day with you.
The rest of the day?
Well, the rest of the night.
With me?
Oh, God.
The parent/teacher conferences! I'm supposed to be there.
I'm below "C" on, like, everything.
Well, they're going on now. Right now.
Jackson's a highly motivated student.
In fact, I'd describe him as "Unusually driven."
Yeah, we were hoping he might ease up on himself a little.
He's always been real hard on himself.
It's just, you know, something we assumed was an effect of him being adopted.
I think I understand. He's never met his biological parents.
Yeah, that's right.
It's the need to please, the overachieving,
the desire to make someone proud...
Someone he's never even met.
Something certainly seems to have
recalibrated his desire for achievement several notches higher.
Not to be too blunt about it, but he seems almost obsessed.
Let me tell you, there's plenty to say about Lydia.
- Did I not predict this? - Here we go.
Total nuclear meltdown as usual.
What is it?
Is it her grades, concentration issues,
erratic behavior?
I'm not the one who told her she had to choose who she wants to live with,
as if that wouldn't warp a 16-year-old girl.
Just tell us what the problem is.
I wasn't aware that there was a problem.
Hmm.
Academically,
Lydia's one of the finest students I've ever had.
Her A.P. Classes push her GPA above a 5.0.
I'd actually like to have her I.Q. Tested.
And socially,
she displays outstanding leadership qualities.
I mean, she's a real leader.
Stiles, that's right.
I thought "Stiles" was his last name.
His last name is "Stilinski."
You named your kid "Stiles Stilinski"?
No, that's just what he likes to be called.
Oh. Well, I like to be called "Cupcake."
What is his first name?
Wow, that's a form of child abuse.
I don't... I don't even know how to pronounce that.
- It was his mother's father's name. - Wow.
You must really love your wife.
Yeah, I did.
Well, this just became incredibly awkward.
Hey, what do you say
we get to the conference part of this conference, Cupcake?
I like your thinking.
So, Stiles. Great kid.
Zero ability to focus. Super smart.
- Never takes advantage of his talents. - How do you mean?
Well, for his final question on his midterm exam,
he detailed the entire history
of the male circumcision.
Well, I mean, it does have historical significance, right?
I mean...
I teach economics.
Ah, crap!
Where the hell are you? Get to the school now.
How about we get started?
Sure.
Lately Scott's mind has been somewhere else, as has his body.
Personally, I think it may have something to do with his home situation.
Oh, well, personally, I'm not sure what you mean by "home situation."
Uh, specifically the lack of an authority figure.
Yeah, I'm the authority figure, so...
Sorry. Allow me to clarify.
I mean the lack of a male authority figure.
Oh.
Well, trust me, we're much better off without him in the picture.
Well, does Scott feel the same way?
Yes. I think so. I hope so.
But he's going through some difficult changes.
He just needs a little extra attention,
a guiding hand through this crucial stage of his development.
Allison Argent.
An incredibly sweet girl.
And quick to adjust, despite all the moving around.
We know it's hard on her, but, it's a necessary evil.
Necessary or not, I'd be prepared for some...
How do I put this?
Rebelliousness?
We appreciate the concern,
but we have a great relationship with our daughter.
Very open and honest.
I'm happy to hear that.
And let her know that I hope she's feeling better.
Oh, she wasn't in class?
Oh, she wasn't in school. I checked with the office.
Scott, you need to call me right now.
Oh, my God.
Your mom?
Yeah, I'm dead.
Allison, answering your cell phone
will make discussing the terms of your grounding much easier.
Well, call me back before your punishment reaches biblical proportions.
- Kate hasn't heard from her either. - She doesn't do this.
Excuse me, you're not Allison's parents, are you?
I'm Scott's mom, and I hate to say it, but he's not answering his phone either.
You're his mother?
Funny how you say that like it's an accusation.
Well, I wouldn't claim it as a source of pride,
since he basically kidnapped my daughter today.
How do we know skipping school wasn't your daughter's idea?
My daughter...
is right there.
Let's go.
Where exactly have you been?
Nowhere, Mom.
Nowhere, meaning not at school.
- Kind of. - It's not his fault.
- It's my birthday, and we were... - Allison.
In the car.
Allison!
Are you okay?
Move! Move!
I'm okay.
Oh, my God.