Argent House:
Stiles and Star: Ow, ow!
Stiles and Star: Ow! Ow!
Beacon Hills High School:
Noah: 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 and Star. Their Jeeps are still in the parking lot, so that means...
Noah: (defeated) The hell, I don't know what that means.
Noah: Um, look, if they answers their phones, if they answers their emails, if either one of you see them--
Isaac: (gently) We'll call you. Scott: Look, he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something. We'll find him. Star just probably went to find him. Noah: 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 her jacket, and I get a shoe and a scarf? Derek: We need to talk. Peter: All of us. Scott: (gasping) Holy sh--!
Argent House:
Stiles: Shhh! Star: Don't do that mischief. Stiles: Why. Star: Because it's...Stiles: (yelping) Ow! Gerard: They were trying to warn you... It's electrified. Your sister is a smart girl. Star: Actually I'm highly logical which allows me to look past extraneous detail and perceive clearly that which others overlook. Gerard: You seem like it Star.
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 us? Because Scott can find us, all right? He knows our scent. Mine 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... Star's is kinda of fruit like or candy like.
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 and girlfriend 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? Star is secretly chanting at spell. Star: For every witch, in every hour,Send me now the greatest power. To protect my baby from this evil power,Protect me and my baby, from the darkness that lurks. In every corner. 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! Star: Okay you can stop beating my brother up now please. Gerard: Oh really I can. Star: Yes. Gerard: Oh what are you going to do about it. Star: Ah Sha Lana. Gerard grabs his head in pain. And he gets up and grabs Star and starts beating her up too.
Beacon Hills High School:
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 but mainly Star, 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.
Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital:
Melissa: (muttering) Oh, God... are we gonna do this?
Melissa: (muttering) Yeah, we're gonna do this.
Melissa: Okay...
Stilinski House:
Noah: (on the phone) Yeah, I'm not finding any clues here. Listen, if they-if they show up at the hospital--Noah: (on the phone) Okay, thanks. Noah: (murmuring) Oh, come on, Stiles and Star... Where the hell are you two? Stiles and Star: (weakly) Right here. Stiles: It's okay, Dad. Star: It's okay. Daddy. Noah: (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-- and they saw Star coming to me to help me and they beat her up too.
Noah: (interrupting) Who was it? Stiles: (sighing) Dad, I don't know. I didn't even see them, really. Noah: I want descriptions. Star: Look, Dad, come on. Stiles: It's not even that bad! Noah: (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...Star: We said were okay. Noah: God...
Hale House:
Scott: Oh. Oh, they found Stiles and Star! 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:
Star: (groaning) Dad, I said I'm fine...Delilah: Hi. Star: Hi. Delilah: Your father let me in...Star: He did? Star: Yeah, of course he did...
Delilah: What happened to your...? Star: Oh, uh... Yeah, no, it's nothing. Don't worry about it. I'm fine. Star: Do you want to come in? How are you doing? Delilah: How are you Starrs?
Stilinski House:
Star: I'm good, but I do have something to tell you.
Delilah: Oh is it good or bad. Delilah: Or is it both?
Delilah: I hope that it's good. Star: It's good trust me.
Delilah: Oh ok good. Star: Yeah but when I tell you this you can't say anything to anyone okay.
Delilah: Okay I got you. Star: I'm pregnant. Delilah: What!! Star: Yeah I am. Star: I just haven't told Scott yet everytime I try to something else happens. Delilah: Oh that blows. Star: Yeah. Delilah: You're gonna want to read this.
Stilinski House:
Star: How much do you know about this stuff? Delilah: Pieces...? Delilah: (sighing) Half of it's like a dream. Star: (exasperatedly) Yeah? Well, guess what? The other half is like a freaking nightmare! Delilah: I don't care.
Star: 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, Delilah-- 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?
Star: And look at my face, huh? Come on, you think this was meant to hurt me? Star: Um... I'm so sorry...Delilah: It's okay. We'll help find him together. Star: Yeah we will.
Stilinski House:
Noah: She left, huh? Stiles: (sighing) Yeah. Noah: So... is there, uh... anything there? Stiles: No. No, she's in love with someone else. Noah: (nodding) Ah.
Noah: (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. Noah: 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. Noah: (smiling) You were last night. Stiles: (muttering) I'm not a hero.
Warehouse District:
Isaac: I think he stopped moving...Chris: Where's Derek? Peter: (muttering) Someone certainly enjoys making an entrance...
Chris: 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. Chris: (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.
Allison shot a arrow at Issac. Scott: (shocked) Allison? Allison tries to stab Issac with two knives but a purple cloud comes over and knocks the knives out of her hand. Scott: No, Allison! Issac: Star? Delilah? Derek: You came? Star: Always the tone of surprise. Star and Deliah come out of hiding and stand with them. 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 cure for cancer yet... But the supernatural does. Chris: You monster. Gerard: Not yet. Allison: What are you doing?
Chris: (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 Star. 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
Warehouse District:
Gerard: (furiously) Mountain ash! Star: (whispers to Delilah) Nothing like projectile vomiting. Delilah snickers 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. Star: Hey. Scott: So you brought my sister into it.
Star: Well it turns out she knows more than you think. Scott: Still she shouldn't be here. Star: I know and I'm sorry. Scott: It's fine. Star: If you walk away, it's for you because I know what I want. Scott, I love you. Scott walked away.
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
Warehouse District:
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? Chris: He can't be far. Stiles: (sheepishly) Scratched my Jeep.
Beacon Hills High School:
Stiles: So, you really think my sister is 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!