Previously on Teen Wolf...
Jennifer: Aah! What do you want? Are you gonna kill me?
Derek: I was gonna see if you were okay.
Scott: This isn't the talk we were gonna have, is it?
Braeden: I know you're afraid of him.
Deucalion: Someone once taught me a very smart way to eliminate threat... get someone else to do it for you.
Braeden: Derek.
Isaac: They killed the girl that saved me. I'm gonna kill 'em too.
Coach: Back to your seat.
Isaac: Stop thinking about it, man.
Boyd: Like, you're not thinking about it too?
Isaac: Well, stop thinking about it.
Boyd: I can't.
Isaac: Well, there's nothing you can do about it either.
Isaac: You sure about that?
Danny: Everything okay?
Ethan: Yeah. Why?
Danny: You checked your phone three times in the last five minutes.
Ethan: Waiting for a message.
Danny: Anything important?
Ethan: No. Nothing.
Stiles: Yo, Scotty. Hey, yo, Scotty? Still with me?
Scott: Yeah, sorry. Uh, what's the word?
Stiles: "Anachronism."
Scott: Something that exists out of its normal time.
Stiles: Nice. Okay, next word... "incongruous."
Scott: Um, can you use it in a sentence?
Stiles: Yes. Yes, I can. It's completely incongruous that we're sitting on a bus right now, on our way to some stupid cross-country meet after what just happened... incongruous.
Scott: Out of place, ridiculous, absurd.
Stiles: Perfect. Okay, next word. Um, Darach. Darach, it's a noun. We have to talk about it sometime, okay? And we're gonna be stuck in this thing for, like, five hours, so why not? Next word... "Intransigent."
Scott: Stubborn, obstinate.
Stiles: Oh, buddy, you okay? We shouldn't have come. I knew it. We shouldn't have come.
Scott: We had to. There's safety in numbers.
Stiles: Yeah, well, there's also death in numbers, okay? It's called a massacre... or bloodbath, carnage, slaughter, butchery, wow, that's... all right, Scott, I'm telling coach that...
Scott: No. No, no, no. I'm all right.
Stiles: Well, you don't look all right Would you just let me see it?
Scott: I'm okay.
Stiles: Just let me see it, okay?
Scott: Okay.
Stiles: Oh, dude...
Scott: I know it's bad, but it's because they're from an Alpha. It'll take longer to heal.
Stiles: How come Boyd and Isaac are fine then?
Scott: I can't believe he's dead. I can't believe Derek's dead.
Allison: Am I getting too close? I'm getting way too close, aren't I?
Lydia: That depends. Are you just following the bus, or are you planning on mounting it at some point?
Allison: Yeah, I should back off.
Lydia: Well, that also depends. Oh, do you mean the bus or the ex-boyfriend you're currently stalking?
Allison: Well, after it happened, I'm not letting him out of my sight.
Lydia: Hm.
Allison: And by the way, this all started when he came knocking at my door.
Lydia: For what?
Scott: I found it outside of the school, right where Isaac got Boyd and Cora to turn back.
Allison: How do you know it's not from the archery team?
Scott: We don't have an archery team.
Allison: Oh.
Scott: And even if we did, they probably wouldn't be using military grade armor-piercing titanium arrowheads. I looked it up.
Allison: Maybe it's one of my father's.
Scott: I thought you guys had some kind of agreement where you both stay out of all this.
Allison: Is that why you came here? To tell me to stay out of this?
Scott: No.
Allison: Okay. Well, I can take care of myself.
Scott: I know. But these guys, Allison, if you didn't notice, they're pretty terrifying. Plus, they have some serious advantages, like superhuman strength.
Allison: You're pretty strong, and I can handle you.
Scott: Me?
Allison: You don't think I'd have a chance against you?
Scott: I didn't say that.
Allison: Maybe you didn't notice, but I'm pretty good with a bow and arrow.
Scott: Okay, well, what if you didn't have it? I still have super strength.
Allison: I have skills and training.
Scott: I have claws.
Allison: I'm smarter.
Scott: Well, I'm faster.
Allison: Prove it....... Okay, I get it. You can let go now.
Scott: I'm sorry, I...
Allison: Don't... don't apologize. You're right.
Scott: I was just trying...
Allison: I got it. You made your point.
Scott: Allison, the twins were just messing with us. I've seen the others. I'm not telling you this because I don't think you couldn't easily kick my ass if you wanted to. I'm telling this because they scare the hell out of me. And they should scare you too.
Deucalion: Going down?
Scott: I know where they are.
Derek: Same building as the Argents, we know.
Boyd: Cora and I followed the twins.
Scott: Then they want you to know.
Peter: Or, more likely, they don't care.
Scott: What is this?
Peter: Isn't it obvious? The schemers are scheming, coming up with a coup de main, better known as a pre-emptive strike.
Scott: You're going after them?
Derek: Tomorrow. And you're gonna help us.
Coach: Two of you, back in your seats. Jared, again, car sick? Every ti... how do you even get on the bus? Look at me. No, don't look at me. Look at the horizon. Keep your eyes... keep your eyes on the horizon. McCall, not you too.
Scott: No, coach, I'm good.
Stiles: Hey, Scott, you're bleeding again. And don't tell me that it's just taking longer to heal, okay? Because I'm pretty sure that still bleeding means not healing, like, at all.
Scott: He's listening.
Stiles: Is he gonna do something?
Scott: Not in front of this many people.
Stiles: Okay, well, what about the two ticking time bombs sitting right near him?
Scott: No, they won't. Not here.
Stiles: Okay, well, what if they do? Are you gonna stop 'em?
Scott: If I have to.
Derek: They're one floor above them in the penthouse, right above Allison.
Scott: So kill them first, that's the plan?
Boyd: They won't even see it coming.
Scott: Why is the default plan always murder? Just once, can someone try to come up with something that doesn't involve killing everyone?
Peter: You never get tired of being so blandly moral, do you? Not that I disagree with him.
Cora: I do. Why do we need this kid?
Derek: This kid helped save your life. And you know we can't just sit back and wait for them to make the first move.
Scott: You can't beat a pack of alphas.
Cora: That's why we're going after Deucalion, just him.
Boyd: Cut off the head of the snake and the body dies.
Peter: Only this isn't a snake, it's a hydra. And like Scott says, they're all alphas.
Derek: Deucalion's still the leader.
Peter: Let's hope so. Because you know what happened when Hercules cut off one of the heads of the hydra?
Scott: Two more grew back in its place.
Peter: Somebody's been doing their summer reading.
Lydia: So is that whole "not let them out of your sight" thing literal or more like a general rule?
Allison: Why?
Lydia: You're running on fumes.
Allison: Ugh.
Lydia: Yeah. And I'm pretty sure that bus holds a lot more gas than this Toyota.
Allison: What if we stop?
Lydia: Is it really that big of a deal? I mean, so we lose them. We know where they're headed.
Allison: You didn't see what happened.
Lydia: I know who started it.
Allison: Is that what Aiden told you?
Lydia: Aiden?
Lydia: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second. Is that why you invited me on this whole little road trip thing? Oh, my gosh. You're keeping an eye on them and me.
Allison: So there's nothing going on between you two?
Lydia: I'm appalled by the insinuation.
Allison: Nothing?
Lydia: Nothing.
Lydia: What do you think you're doing?
Aiden: What do you mean?
Stiles: I mean your hands.
Aiden: They're on your waist.
Lydia: I know. What am I, a nun? Put them somewhere useful.
Aiden: Is that better?
Lydia: Moderately. What?
Isaac: There's a jackknifed tractor a few Miles ahead. Could miss the meet. Boyd? Boyd? What... what...
Stiles: Scott? Where are you going?
Scott: Boyd. He's gonna do something.
Stiles: Okay, what? How do you know?
Scott: Look at his hands.
Deucalion: Come on, Scott, put those away. I'd have to be blind, deaf, and quadriplegic for you to be an actual threat. Or maybe you should take a chance. Your heartbeat's steady. You might be afraid of me, but you're controlling it. Maybe you'd actually rise to the occasion, become an Alpha by killing one.
Scott: I'm not like you. I don't have to kill people.
Deucalion: Hm. Not yet. But situations come about, situations where you realize the only way to protect one person is to kill another.
Scott: You wanna threaten me? Is that why you're here?
Deucalion: No. I live here.
Scott: What?
Deucalion: I live here. It's a great building. And the neighbors are surprisingly friendly.
Scott: What do you want?
Deucalion: I want to see what you're made of.Could someone hit the button for penthouse?
Peter: It's just me, your Uncle, Uncle Peter.
Cora: Uncle Peter who killed sister Laura.
Peter: Mm, not my finest hour, no. But I'm hardly the only dysfunctional family member. Did Derek mention that he killed me too. Slashed my throat, ear to ear.
Cora: So that means I should trust you?
Peter: Actually, I'm wondering if I can trust you.
Cora: You've known me for 17 years.
Peter: I knew you for 11, leaving the last 6 unaccounted for. And I'm not particularly fond of things unaccounted.
Cora: What are you doing here?
Peter: Same as you... wondering where the bodies went. Wondering if they were carried out, or maybe if one of them managed to find enough strength to push himself up off the floor and walk out, leaving the two of us standing here to answer the all-important question.
Cora: Which one?
Scott: I don't know what else to do. Do I keep trying to get them to listen to me? Do I tell Derek that he's gonna get them all killed? How do you save someone who doesn't wanna be saved? How do I stop them?
Deaton: Don't stop them. Lead them.
Boyd: Let go.
Scott: You got a plan. Tell me your brilliant plan, and I'll let go. What are you gonna do? Kill him, right here? And then what? What are you gonna do after that?
Boyd: I don't care.
Scott: I do.
Isaac: Whoa, whoa, you're still hurt.
Scott: I'm fine. Give me a chance to figure something out, something that doesn't have to end with someone else dying.
Boyd: Okay.
Stiles: Crisis averted?
Scott: Mm-hmm.
Stiles: Okay, good. 'Cause we got another problem. Ethan keeps checking his phone, like, every five minutes. It's like he's waiting for something, you know, like, a message or a signal of some kind. I don't know, something evil though, I can tell. I have a very perceptive eye for evil, but you know that.
Scott: I don't like him sitting with Danny.
Stiles: Yeah, neither do I. I'm gonna see what he's waiting for.
Scott: What are you doing?
Stiles: I'm gonna ask.
Ethan: Something wrong?
Danny: Actually, I was... Wondering the same thing about you.
Stiles: Well, that wasn't very subtle.
Scott: Ennis?
Stiles: Okay, so does that mean, uh...
Scott: He's not dead.
Stiles: Not yet.
Deaton: It's open.
Ms Morrell: We could use a little help.
Deaton: Try the hospital.
Ms Morrell : Open the gate, Alan.
Deaton: No.
Kali: Help us. Or maybe I just kill her.
Deaton: Not here, you won't. I suggest you leave. Don't make me insist.
Ms Morrell: Alan, if he dies, they'll go after the others. And don't think their little protege Scott won't find his way into the middle of it. They'll kill him. You know they will. Alan, please.
Coach: Jared, I'm warning you. I'm an empathetic vomiter. You throw up, I'm gonna throw up right back on you. And it will be profoundly disgusting.
Jared: Please don't talk about throwing up. It's not good.
Coach: I might throw up on you just to make a point, Jared.
Jared: It's not good. It's not good.
Coach: Now the rest of you, don't think we're gonna miss this meet because of a slight traffic jam, a minor tornado warning, Jared. We're gonna make this thing. Nothing is gonna stop us! Stilinski, put your hand down.
Stiles: You know, there's, like, a food exit about a half a mile up. I don't know if we stop and then maybe...
Coach: We're not gonna stop.
Stiles: Okay, but if we stop...
Coach: Stilinski! Shut it! Seriously! It's a little bus! Stop asking me questions!
Stiles: I hate him. Did you call Deaton?
Scott: I keep getting his voice mail.
Stiles: That's it. I'm calling Lydia and Allison.
Scott: How are they gonna help, back in Beacon Hills?
Stiles: They're not. They've been following us for hours.
Scott: Pathetic.
Lydia: Hey, Stiles. Yeah, we're just about to walk into a movie, uh, you know, the popcorn and...
Stiles: I know you guys are right behind us. Put me on speaker.
Lydia: Okay.
Stiles: Okay, look, Scott's still hurt.
Allison: What do you mean still? He's not healing?
Stiles: No, he's not healing. I think he's actually getting worse. The blood's turning, like, a black color.
Lydia: W... What's wrong with him? What's wrong with him? I don't... do I have a PhD in lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that?
Allison: We need to get him off the bus.
Lydia: And take him where, a hospital?
Allison: If he's dying, yeah. Stiles, there's a rest area about a mile up. Tell the coach to pull over.
Stiles: Yeah, I've been trying.
Allison: Well, reason with him.
Stiles: Reason? Have you met this guy?
Allison: Just try something.
Stiles: Coach, it's five minutes for a bathroom break, okay? We've been on this thing for, like, three hours... It's 60 miles to the next rest stop... Being cooped up for hours is not good... You know, our bladders aren't exactly... Coach, this is... Can you... Please... Let me talk! I'm... Every time...
Coach: Get back to your seat, Stilinski!
Stiles: Okay!
Coach: Jared, keep your eyes on the horizon.
Stiles: Hey, Jared. How you doing?
Coach: Jared, you suck! Hey, somebody grab some towels or a mop or a new bus.
Stiles: Oh, my God.
Allison: Why didn't you tell us?
Scott: Sorry.
Allison: Okay. Just give us a second, okay? This shouldn't be happening. I've seen him heal from worse than this.
Stiles: Okay, what do we do then? Do we just call an ambulance?
Allison: What if it's too late? What if they can't help?
Stiles: We gotta do something.
Lydia: You know, it could be psychological.
Stiles: What do you mean, like, psychosomatic?
Lydia: Somatoformic.
Stiles: Som...
Lydia: A physical illness from a psychogenic cause. Yes, it's all in his head.
Stiles: All in his head? Because of Derek. He's not letting himself heal 'cause Derek died.
Allison: So what do we do?
Lydia: Stitch him up. I'm serious. Maybe all he needs to do is just believe it's healing.
Deaton: Someone please turn the sign on the front door to "closed." This could take a while.
Allison: He's gonna need another shirt. Where's his bag?
Stiles: Um, I'm gonna get it. I hate needles anyway, so... uh, do you know what you're doing?
Allison: Yeah, my father taught me.
Stiles: I mean, how fast are you gonna... I mean, the bus, like, the bus could leave. Well, you just make sure it doesn't leave.
Lydia: I can help.
Allison: Come on. Okay. Okay, stay with me. Stay with me, okay? Stay with me.
Scott: I'm tired.
Allison: Scott, just look at me, okay? Just keep looking at me. Come on. Come on. Come on.
Ms Argent: Unbelievable. One simple little task? You can't thread a needle?
Allison: I'm trying.
Ms Argent: Well, you want my sympathy? Because you're just a 17-year-old little girl and this is all too much for you to handle. Well, get over it. Thread the needle.
Allison: My hands won't stop shaking.
Ms Argent: Breathe. Allison, breathe. Try it again.
Allison: Aah!
Ms Argent: Okay. How do we approach a situation like this? Allison!
Allison: Clinically.
Ms Argent: And?
Allison: And unemotional... and unemotionally.
Ms Argent: Then stop crying, and do it.
Allison: Stay with me, stay with me.
Coach: Let's go. Back on the bus!
Allison: Okay. Scott. Scott? Scott? Scott? Scott. Scott? Scott!
Scott: It's my fault.
Allison: Scott, look at me. It's okay.
Scott: Did you do that?
Allison: Yeah.
Scott: Nice.
Stiles: Can you stand? Okay. Put this on.
Scott: Whoa.
Isaac: Where are you going?
Scott: Uh, I was gonna go get some food to eat.
Isaac: Oh, cool. I'll come with you.
Scott: Nah, dude, it's okay. I can eat alone.
Isaac: What are you getting?
Scott: Uh, Mexican.
Isaac: Dude, I love Mexican...
Scott: Isaac. I can eat alone, it's okay.
Isaac: You're not going alone. Come on.
Scott: We're just gonna talk to him, try to reason with him. That's it, all right? What?
Isaac: Nothing. It's just that, uh, I'm actually kind of hungry now.
Scott: So am I.
Lydia: Is he okay? Are you okay?
Scott: Yeah. Stiles. Where's Stiles?
Lydia: Trying to stall coach. We still don't have gas.
Allison: I'm not leaving him.
Lydia: Then we have to leave the car.
Allison: Sounds good.
Lydia: What? That wasn't an actual suggestion. Allison, wait. Ah. Screw it.
Deucalion: You didn't come alone.
Scott: Yeah. This is Isaac.
Deucalion: I'm not talking about Isaac.
Scott: You knew I would do this? Derek, don't. You can't do this so no one gets hurt. If someone else dies...
Derek: Him. Just him.
Deucalion: Just me? Now, how's a blind man find his way into a place like this all on his own?
Scott: Stiles, what's happening?
Stiles: They went after him. I told 'em what was happening with you and they just went after him.
Scott: Who, Boyd?
Coach: Isaac, Isaac, Isaac! Back off! Stop.
Scott: Isaac!
Cora: An animal clinic?
Peter: It's not as ordinary as it looks. The building's half made out of Mountain ash. I'm not actually sure how to get in.
Cora: Well, maybe we could do what normal people do and knock on the door.
Peter: They're here.
Cora: Who?
Peter: All of them.
Deucalion: How's our patient?
Deaton: Out cold.
Deucalion: And the prognosis?
Deaton: Surprisingly optimistic. He's gonna make it.
Deucalion: Hm. I think you might've overestimated his odds.
Cora: But how do we know who's in there? Is it Derek or Ennis or both?
Peter: Well, we know one thing... that wasn't for Derek.
Aah!
Aah! Uhh!
Deucalion: Kill him. The others can go. You're beaten. Do it, Derek. Take the first step.
Kali: Are we serious with this kid? Look at him. He's an Alpha? To what? A couple of useless teenagers?
Deucalion: Some have more promise than others.
Kali: Let him rise to the occasion then. What'll it be, Derek? Pack or family?
Deucalion: Aah! Aah! Your eyes... cover your eyes!
Allison: Someone needs to help them.
Chris: Not us. I'm getting the consulting business back up and running, and you need to graduate. That's a normal life. And it's what we agreed to.
Allison: So we just ignore it?
Chris: We stay out of it.
Allison: There's a pack of alphas trying to kill my friends. How do I stay out of that?
Chris: There's a saying for these kinds of situations, the kind you have to navigate carefully. It's called, "threading the needle." It's finding a safe path between two opposing forces.
Allison: Sounds like saving your own ass.
Chris: They're not your family.
Allison: With all the family that I've lost, I could use a few friends.
Chris: Allison.
Hyah! Ah!
Stiles: All right. Let's go over this one more time. So it's the sacrifices, right? Everything has to do with them and someone who thinks he's, like, a dark druid of some kind.
Lydia: Or actually is a dark druid.
Stiles: A Darach.
Lydia: You know... Some ancient cultures sacrificed people in preparation for battle.
Stiles: So we got Alpha werewolves against a dark druid.
Lydia: Yeah.
Allison: You know, if he's really dead, it's not your fault.
Scott: Maybe. But remember that whole thing that we talked about where I wasn't accusing you of being there, and if you were there you shouldn't be? Thanks for not listening.
Allison: Heh.
Scott: What?
Allison: I was just looking at your eyes.
Deaton: I don't think you really know what you've gotten yourself into here.
Ms Morrell: It's a little late to be playing big brother, don't you think?
