02x12 - Masterplan

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A somewhat awkward teen is att*cked by a werewolf and inherits the curse itself, as well as the enemies that come with it.
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02x12 - Masterplan

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2x12 Master Plan

EMT: 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?

EMT: Um, I think that would be a little -

Melissa: Perfect, great.

EMT: Great.

Stiles: Ow, ow. Ow. Ow.

Sheriff: I 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 - the hell, I don't know what that means. Um - look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if either one of you see him -

Isaac: We'll call you.

Scott: Look, he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something. We'll find him.

Sheriff: 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: 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. Well, I kind of hate Greenberg, but, you know, that's different. It's Greenberg. I'm just saying we - I need you on the team. Get your grades back up.

Scott: I will.

Coach: I know.

Scott: Is that everyone?

Isaac: I think so. You're gonna find him by scent?

Scott: Yeah, we both are.

Isaac: But how come you get his shirt and I get a shoe?

Derek: We need to talk.

Peter: All of us.

Scott: Holy sh -

Stiles: Shh. 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's too strong.

Stiles: 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: 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? What - what are you, 90? Look, I can probably kick your ass up and down this room.

Stiles: Okay. Wait, wait, wait. Okay, wait, wait.

Scott: What the hell is this?

Derek: You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the sheriff's station.

Scott: Okay, hold on. He - he threatened to k*ll 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: Shut up.

Isaac: Who is he?

Scott: That's Peter, Derek's Uncle. Little while back, he tried to k*ll 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: 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. And something tells me the window of opportunity is closing. Quickly.

Chris: I saw the lights flicker.

Gerard: Probably just one of our guests getting comfortable downstairs. Get some sleep if you can. I have a feeling the next 24 hours are going to be eventful.

Chris: You gonna tell me what happened at the game?

Gerard: Didn't you hear? We won.

Chris: I meant Jackson.

Gerard: So did I.

Allison: You need something?

Chris: I want you to step aside and let us handle this.

Allison: You're kidding, right?

Chris: One of your friends is dead.

Allison: Because of Derek. How do you think Jackson became that thing in the first place? Kate, mom, Jackson.

Chris: What about Scott? What if he dies too?

Allison: Since when did you care about Scott?

Chris: I care about you.

Allison: 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.

Chris: No, Allison. You're doing exactly what he wants. We all are.

Allison: I'm tired. I just really want to pass out, okay?

Chris: Fine.

Allison: By the way, don't forget you owe me a new bow.

Chris: And a new crossbow.

Melissa: Oh, God, are we gonna do this? Yeah, we're gonna do this, okay.

Sheriff: Yeah, I'm not finding any clues here. Listen, if he - if he shows up at the hospital - okay, thanks. Oh, come on, Stiles. Where the hell are you?

Stiles: Right here. It's okay. Dad, it's okay.

Sheriff: Who did it?

Stiles: 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 -

Sheriff: Who was it?

Stiles: Dad, I don't know. I didn't even see them really.

Sheriff: I want descriptions.

Stiles: Look, dad, come on. It's not even that bad.

Sheriff: I - I'm calling that school. I'm calling them and I'll personally go down there, and I'm gonna p*stol - whip these little bastards!

Stiles: Dad! I just - I said I was okay.

Sheriff: God.

Scott: Oh. Oh, they found Stiles.

Derek: I told you, I looked everywhere.

Peter: You didn't look here.

Derek: What is that, a book?

Peter: No. It's a laptop. What century are you living in? A few days after I got out of the coma, I transferred everything that we had. Fortunately, the Argents aren't the only ones that keep records.

Scott: Hey, mom, I can't talk right now.

Melissa: Oh, yeah? Well, I'm so freaked out that I can barely talk either.

Scott: What's wrong?

Melissa: Something - Definitely something. I don't know what, but I think you're gonna want to see this for yourself.

Stiles: Dad, I said I'm fine.

Lydia: Hi.

Stiles: Hi.

Lydia: Your father let me in.

Stiles: He did? 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. Do you want to come in? How are you doing?

Lydia: They won't let me see him. I'm supposed to give him something. He kept asking for it back.

Scott: What's happening to him?

Melissa: I thought that you were gonna tell me. Is it bad?

Scott: It doesn't look good.

Isaac: Whoa.

Scott: Whoa. Um, mom, could you zip it up, please?

Melissa: Okay. Okay, okay. Okay, here we go.

Scott: Mom, zip.

Melissa: Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Scott: Zip! Zip, mom, zip! Zip!

Chris: 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. It's when lines like that blur - You sometimes find yourself surprised by which side you end up on.

Stiles: Hey, sorry, I didn't have any tissues, so, uh -

Lydia: That's fine. God, I'm such a mess. God. You have 17 missed messages from Scott.

Stiles: I know.

Lydia: You're ignoring him?

Stiles: No. No, not really.

Lydia: Why do you have women's jewelry?

Stiles: Oh. Uh, nothing, it's just some stuff I bought, you know, for your birthday.

Lydia: 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. You know, I was gonna return anything that I didn't give you.

Lydia: A flat screen TV?

Stiles: Yeah, that I'm definitely returning.

Lydia: You're gonna want to read this.

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: They also say he's starting to move.

Peter: Okay, look, I think I found something. 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: Bigger and badder.

Derek: He's turning into that? That has wings.

Peter: I can see that.

Derek: Scott, bring him to us.

Scott: 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 - Nope, not at all. We should probably meet them halfway.

Derek: Scott, get him out of there now - go now.

Gerard: Wake up, sweetheart. It's starting.

Scott: Hold on, hold on. Okay, go. Go, go, go, go, go.

Peter: Derek, we need Lydia.

Derek: There's no time for -

Peter: That's the problem. We're rushing. We're moving too fast. And while everybody knows that a moving target is harder to hit, here we are, racing right into Gerard's crosshairs.

Derek: If I get the chance to k*ll Jackson, I'm taking it.
Scott: You're alone.

Chris: More than you know.

Scott: What do you want?

Chris: 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.

Chris: I didn't mean Jackson.

Stiles: How much do you know about this stuff?

Lydia: Pieces. Half of it's like a dream.

Stiles: 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 - 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? And look at my face, huh? Come on, you actually think this was meant to hurt me? Um - I'm so sorry.

Lydia: It's okay. I'll find him myself.

Stiles: Hey, Lydia, wait.

Chris: 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'relosing her too.

Scott: You're right. So can you trust me to fix this? Then can you let us go?

Chris: No. My car is faster.

Sheriff: She left, huh?

Stiles: Yeah.

Sheriff: So is there, uh - Anything there?

Stiles: No. No, she's in love with someone else.

Sheriff: Ah. Listen - I know that getting beaten up, and with what happened to Jackson, has gotten you pretty shaken. But be happy about one thing. The game. You were amazing.

Stiles: Thanks, dad.

Sheriff: 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: No, I'm not a hero, dad.

Sheriff: You were last night.

Stiles: I'm not a hero.

Isaac: I think he stopped moving.

Chris: Where's Derek?

Peter: Someone certainly enjoys making an entrance.

Chris: I'm here for Jackson. Not you.

Derek: Somehow, I don't find that very comforting. Get him inside.

Scott: Where are they?

Derek: Who?

Scott: Peter and Lydia. Whoa, hold on a second. You said you knew how to save him.

Derek: We're past that.

Scott: What about -

Derek: 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: 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. Anything that dangerous, that out of control - Is better off dead.

Gerard: 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: 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: 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: You'll k*ll her too?

Gerard: When it comes to survival, I'd k*ll my own son! Scott.

Derek: Scott, don't. You know that he's gonna k*ll me right after. He'll be an Alpha.

Gerard: That's true. But I think he already knows that, don't you, Scott? He knows that the ultimate prize is Allison. Do this small task for me, and they can be together. 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: What the -

Gerard: What? What is this? What did you do?

Scott: Everyone said Gerard always had a plan. I had a plan too.

Gerard: No. No.

Scott: You dropped this.

Gerard: Mountain ash!

Derek: Why didn't you tell me?

Scott: Because you might be an Alpha, but you're not mine.

Gerard: k*ll them! k*ll them all!

Stiles: Did I get him? Whoa!

Lydia: Jackson! Jackson.

Stiles: Lydia:

Scott: Wait.

Jackson: Here. It's to the front door.

Lydia: A key to your house? Already?

Jackson: Well, it's not a wedding ring.

Lydia: So you're just making me a more accessible late - night Booty call.

Jackson: Late night - Late afternoon. Late morning.

Jackson: Do you - do you still -

Lydia: 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: Scratched my jeep.

Allison: I'm sorry.

Scott: You don't have to say you're sorry.

Allison: I do. I have to for what I did and what I said. For everything. Especially for what I have to do now.

Scott: It's okay.

Allison: 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: 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.

Boyd: No, wait!

Erica: What? Are you okay?

Boyd: Yeah, I just need to - Catch my breath.

Ms. Morrell: You're not planning on getting your hands dirty, are you?

Deaton: I do what I have to.

Ms. Morrell: Good. I never liked you being retired anyway.

Deaton: Whoever said I was retired?

Peter: 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? What is this? What does this mean?

Derek: It's their symbol. And it means they're coming.

Isaac: Who?

Derek: Alphas.

Isaac: More than one?

Derek: A pack of them.

Peter: An Alpha pack. And they're not coming. They're already here.

Stiles: So you really think she's gonna come back to you?

Scott: Yeah, I know she is. What about you and Lydia?

Stiles: Ah. Well, the 10 - year plan for making Lydia fall in love with me may have to stretch to 15, but the plan is definitely still in motion.

Scott: Why don't you just ask her out?

Stiles: Yeah, okay. Why don't you just get into the goal and help me make team captain like you promised there, big guy.

Scott: Hey, you know what I just realized? I'm right back where I started.

Stiles: What do you mean?

Scott: I mean no lacrosse, no popularity, no girlfriend. Nothing.

Stiles: Dude, you still got me.

Scott: I had you before.

Stiles: Yeah, and you still got me. Okay? It's a life fulfilled.

Scott: Very.

Stiles: Now remember, no wolf powers.

Scott: Got it.

Stiles: No, I mean it. No super fast reflexes, no super eyesight, no hearing - none of that crap, okay?

Scott: Okay. Come on.

Stiles: You promise?

Scott: Would you just take the sh*t already?

Stiles: I said no wolf powers!
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