05x01 - Creatures of the Night

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(CROW CAWING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAWING)

(THUNDER CRACKING)

Orderly: All right, you've had long enough. Let's go.

I'm not buying the catatonic act.

So don't think that I'm going to drop my guard.

I know you can hear me.

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

I said look at me!

Lydia.

(BUZZING)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Is she all right?

Orderly: She's fine. It's all part of the act.

She's just a dedicated performer.

Up the dosage to three mils.

She wants catatonic? Give it to her.

(DOOR RATTLING)

Sorry about her, Lydia.

She doesn't have the gentlest bedside manner.

But I can be gentle.

I promise to be gentle.

Are you all right, Lydia?

Oh.

Sorry about that. I...

Couldn't find a vein.

I'll have to...

Try again.

Hmm.

(SIGHS)

I'll...

I'll just have to find a bigger vein.

(SCREAMING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GATE BUZZES)

(BUZZES)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(CRACKLING)

(SHOUTING)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

Aiden: Sorry, Lydia.

But your treatment's not done.

Not yet.

(CRACKLING) (GROANS)

(SCREAMING)

Lydia: Please, I have to tell them!

They're going to die.

(THUNDER CRACKING)

My friends.

They're all going to die.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Stiles: All right, so I found some cool two bedrooms in the Mission District, but they're pretty expensive.

A couple in Haight and Ashbury.

Also expensive.

Scott: What about Berkeley?

Don't a lot of students live around there?

Stiles: Yeah, yeah, we could try Nob Hill.

But, the Jeep would probably burn through a lot of clutches.

Scott: You're bringing the Jeep?

Stiles: You know the plan, okay.

No one gets left behind. That's the plan.

Lydia's not gonna have a problem getting into Stanford.

Kira's thinking USF.

Malia's, uh, gonna, you know, she'll figure something out, okay.

The plan's perfect.

Scott: Or we could also wait until we actually get into college and then figure out where to live.

Stiles: I have a vision, dude. Okay?

And it is a beautiful vision.

Don't ruin the vision.

Okay, we can check out the East Bay.

Haven't looked at Oakland yet, you know.

Scott: You're all right? You're starting to feel it?

No.

Scott: Just thinking.

Stiles: About what?

Scott: Senior year.

Stiles: Senior year, come on, that's, that's...

That's nothing. That's going to be easy.

Scott; It's more like something Deaton told me once.

You ever hear of regression to the mean?

Stiles: No, I don't think so.

Scott: It was his way of saying that life can't ever be all bad or all good.

You know, eventually things have to come back to the middle.

So, think about the last few months.

Things have been good, right?

But not amazing.

Stiles: Yeah, but no one's tried to k*ll us in six months either.

Scott: Right. We've been pretty much in the middle for a while.

Which means, at some point, the scale has to tip one way or the other.

Things are gonna get really good again...

Stiles; Or really bad.

(THUNDER CRACKING)

Think it's been long enough?

Liam: Yes!

Hey. Trying to have an adult conversation over here.

Liam: All right, you're two years older than me.

And I'm fine.

Just let me go.

(CHAINS RATTLING)

Scott: It's not that we don't trust you.

Stiles: It's that I don't trust you.

Scott: But after that last full moon...

Liam: It was one slip up.

Stiles: Slip up? A dozen calls to the Sheriff's Department about a "monstrous dog-boy" running around the streets of Beacon Hills naked."

That's a slip up?

Scott: Why were you naked?

Liam: It was really hot out that night, okay.

Let me go.

Scott: You sure you're okay?

Liam: It won't happen again.

Scott: You're in complete and total control?

Liam: Yeah. Complete and total.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

(PHONES RINGING)

Parish; Yes, ma'am, we're having trouble with the power as well.

It's most likely related to the storm.

Stilinski: Parrish!

Check the backup generator and make sure it's fueled.

And Parrish...

Answer the phone.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Parrish: Six months.

Six months of directing traffic, doing courthouse security, serving subpoenas, and today I finished a total organizational overhaul of evidence lock-up.

Now I'm stuck behind the front desk while there's downed power-lines, a jackknifed tractor-trailer and reports of g*nshots downtown.

I don't know what I did to lose your trust, but you need every available deputy out there.

Stillinski: Okay, got something for you.

Parish: A noise complaint?

Stillinski: Yeah.

Somebody would make a noise.

Somebody else complained about it.

Check it out.

(WIND HOWLING)

(HINGES CREAKING)

Parish: Hello?

This is the Beacon County Sheriff's Department.

(THUD)

Hello?

Hello!

(THUDDING)

(LOUD THUD)

Hey! Hey, can you hear me?

(THUDDING)

Okay, okay, I'm going to get you out of there.

I'm coming right back. Just hang on.

I'm here, I'm here! Back up if you can.

(GROANING)

(GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROWLS)

Not a werewolf, but you're something.

(GROANS)

Now, you're no ordinary creature, Deputy.

But then, neither am I.

Not tonight.

I'll let you live if you answer one question.

Where is Scott McCall?

Parish: Never heard of him.

(GROWLS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Liam: Is it a party?

Stiles; It's not a party.

Liam; Then what's at midnight?

Stiles: Your bedtime.

Liam: Why aren't the girls going?

Stiles: They're meeting us there, okay?

And just stop asking questions, all right?

It's a senior thing.

You'll know when you're a senior.

Liam: You guys having trouble with your phones?

(ENGINE SPLUTTERING)

Oh. What the hell?

Liam: You out of gas?

Stiles: No, it's electrical.

Probably the alternator again.

Scott; Whoa, that's a lot of duct tape.

Kidding. We'll fix it.

(SIGHS) I know, it's just the last night of summer, you know, so I wanted to make sure everyone was there tonight.

We'll make it.

You got any tools? Yeah.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Liam: Guys...

Guys!

Stiles: Yeah, give us a second, please.

Scott; Liam, stay in the car, okay?

That was close.

Stiles: Very close.

(ENGINE STARTING)

Liam: Can we go now?

All right, here we go.

Everybody get a good grip.

Remember, lift with your legs.

That's where your power is.

One, two, three.

(STRAINING)

(CREAKING)

Malia: Strong legs.

Dad, is your phone working?

Mr Tate: No, I think the storm took the cell towers out.

Oh.

It's going to be okay.

You'll find out when you find out.

Do you need a ride to the school?

(HORN HONKING)

Malia:,Got one.

Stiles; Sorry we're late.

Hey.

Mmm.

Liam: I'm sorry too.

Mr Tate: You boys do remember I own a g*n, right?

Stiles: Vividly.

Malia: What?

Stiles: Did you find out yet?

Liam: Find out what?

Malia;,They're gonna email me.

Liam: Is this about summer school?

Malia: You told him?

Stiles: Uh...

Liam: Oh, no, all they said was you had to go to summer school 'cause the principal said your test scores weren't good enough and you might have to repeat junior year.

(SIGHS)

Stiles; We should've left him chained to the tree.

Melissa: Scott, I'm home but I have to rush out again.

The hospital has called everybody back in.

So, dinner's in the fridge!

There's nothing in the fridge!

So, I'm gonna leave you money to order in!

I don't have any money!

Get something and I'll pay you back!

You're not even here, are you?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Of course you're not here.

Everybody's at the high school.

(ROOF CLANGING)

Kira.

Get back inside the car, please.

Theo: I'm not getting anything either.

Kira: We haven't moved in 15 minutes.

I'm going to be late.

What is this thing you're going to anyway?

Kira: It's called Senior Scribe and I'm not supposed to tell you about it.

Ken; (SCOFFS) Don't look at me.

I... I don't know anything either.

Sounds like they're supposed to write something or...

It sounds like vandalism.

Kira: It's not vandalism.

At least, I don't think it is.

That's it. I'm going.

Noshiko ;What?

Ken: You're going to walk?

Kira:Yep.

(THUNDER CRACKLES)

(SIGHS) In a few minutes.

Liam: My dad's helping out in surgery.

He's not gonna be done for hours.

So I'm either hanging out here or I could still go with you guys...

Scott: Show me your hands.

Liam: Okay, so I'm still having trouble.

Scott: No. You're still learning.

What do you do to stay focused on not changing?

Liam; But it's not working.

Scott; It's working enough.

Listen, Derek told me that you were one of the strongest that he'd ever seen at your age.

Now, coming from him that means a lot.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Maybe means that things are gonna be harder for you for a while but it also means something else, doesn't it?

Liam: That I'm really strong?

Scott: Hell, yeah.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Still can't reach Kira.

Stiles: Okay, you reminded her about tonight though, right?

Scott: I think so.

She only texted me once this week.

Stiles: Once? How'd you guys leave things when she left for New York?

Scott: Well, they were good.

Yeah, I just said, you know, "Don't worry about anything, "just go and have fun." No.

Stiles: You told her to go have fun?

Scott: Why? What's wrong with that?

Stiles: Nothing. Nothing's wrong with it.

Just, I don't know. That can be interpreted a lot of different ways.

Scott: Like what?

Stiles: Well, like, "Don't worry, we're not exclusive. Go have fun with other guys."

Scott; No. No way.

Stiles: Malia, if you were going away and I told you "Don't worry, go have fun."

What would you think I was talking about?

Malia: Fun like bowling? Or sex with other guys?

Scott: Okay, yeah. Now I'm worried.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Man: 25-year-old male, unrestrained driver involved in...

Hey, Mom, where's all this coming from?

A jackknifed tractor-trailer on 115, caused a major pile up.

Okay, okay, there's only one way back into Beacon Hills from the airport.

115.

Kira's never gonna make it.

Scott: I can get her.

You guys head to the school. Lydia's probably already there.

We'll meet you by midnight.

How are you gonna get to her in the middle of a traffic jam?

Scott: We'll make it. Trust me.

Hey, keep it moving, bud.

Come on. Hey. You guys are making a mistake.

All right.

Come on.

Oh!

Donovan: What the hell are you trying to do? Break my arm?

Keep struggling and I'll be aiming for a compound fracture.

Stilliniski: Donovan, you forgot what the judge said, didn't you?

"Next time is jail time."

Stilinski... What? Hold up. Come on.

What's he in for?

Cop: B and E.

And he was carrying a loaded .38.

Donovan: Okay, it wasn't mine.

Sheriff, come on. It wasn't mine.

Stillinski: Book him.

Donovan: Oh, you're dead.

Hey, look at me! You're dead!

You're dead! You're going to do this to me?

You son of a bitch, you're dead!

Look at me!

Stillinski: Can anyone tell me, why the hell Parrish isn't back yet?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(CLATTERING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(RUMBLING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(BEEPING)

(GROANING)

Dispatch.

Officer... (GROANS)

Officer down.

(RADIO STATIC)

Lydia: Jordan.

I'm here.

I'm right here.

Stay with me.

Stilinski: Parrish?

Parrish?

Melissa: Okay, okay, easy, easy.

You said you were gonna keep him on desk duty.

Stillinski: Yeah, it was just a minor noise complaint.

Melissa; He's not on fire, is he?

Stillinski: Not that I know of.

Melissa: You know, maybe it's part of his healing process?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(PANTING)

It's okay. It's okay.

Right, Deputy?

Parish: Scott.

We need to find Scott.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Ken: You know there's a legend for a storm like this.

Kira; Dad, please don't turn a three-hour traffic jam into an educational experience.

Noshiko: He's talking about The Wild Hunt.

About the Ghost Riders.

Imagine a night like this, Kira.

In storm clouds just like these, phantom hunters would appear.

Riding black horses with blood-red eyes.

And wolves and hounds at their side, baying and snarling.

Kira: What were they hunting?

Noshiko: Souls.

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE ROARING)

Ken; Noshiko?

Kira: Do you hear that?

Both: Kira!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(CARS HONKING)

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

Scott: Did you have fun in New York?

Kira: Not really.

Scott: Good.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Parish: His claws were different.

Twice the size of Scott's.

More like talons.

Melissa: If that's the worst part, that doesn't sound too bad.

Parish: It's worse. They did something to me.

I don't know how to describe it other than it felt as if the life was being drawn out of me through them.

Through the claws.

Melissa: And now he's looking for Scott?

Parish; Which got me thinking about what this guy can do.

The rule is you have to k*ll an Alpha to steal their power, right?

Melissa: I'll bet it's different for Scott.

Stillinski; You can't steal a True Alpha's power.

Parish: I think this guy can.

(KIRA LAUGHING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Kira: We're not late, are we?

Scott: No, they're on their way.

Kira: What are you smiling at?

Scott: You.

(GROWLS)

(GROWLS)

Malia: Nothing from Scott or Kira.

Stiles: And nothing from Lydia either.

Malia: And I still don't know if I passed.

I don't want to do this unless I'm actually a senior.

Stiles: Yeah.

Huh.

Malia: What's wrong with you?

You smell terrible.

Stiles: Yeah, it's called anxiety.

Should be a familiar scent for you by now, since it's pretty much a constant state for me.

Malia: Why's this thing so important to you?

Stiles: It's not.

It's not. It's uh...

I don't know. Maybe it is.

I asked my dad the other day about his high school friends.

Guess how many he still talks to?

None.

Not a single one.

You know, these were his best friends and he just says he lost touch with them, you know.

So I started thinking about things, like I always do.

Malia: Obsessively.

Stiles: Yeah. And so I'm thinking, what if...

What if Scott's my best friend now you know, but he's not my best friend for life?

Malia: Well, doesn't that just happen sometimes?

Stiles: Yeah, but only because we let it happen.

You know, that's what I'm saying.

How come when we graduate we're just expected to go our separate ways?

If I've already found the best people in my life, why aren't I not trying to stay with them, you know?

Malia; Well, I thought that was the plan. The dream.

The vision. And don't mock the vision.

I... I like the vision.

Especially if I'm part of it.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

So that's why you wanted everyone here tonight.

Because you don't want to lose all your friends after senior year.

Stiles: And I hope they don't want to lose me either.

Mal?

Someone's coming. Someone fast.

(GROANS)

Oh, my God.

(PANTING)

Liam: Scott's in trouble.

(GRUNTS)

(GROWLS)

True Alpha?

Where's your power, Scott?

Scott; Who are you?

A devoted fan.

Show me the man who took down Deucalion and broke the Argents.

I came for that Alpha.

Come on!

(GROWLS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(YELLS)

(SNARLING)

And I didn't come just to claim your status.

(GROWLS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(SNARLING)

(GASPING)

(SNARLING)

(GROANING)

(BONE CRACKING)

(GROANS)

Scott; I don't know who you are or what you thought you were going to do, but I'll give you a choice.

You can stay and I'll break something else.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Or you can run.

Stiles: I'd run.

Theo; You don't remember me, do you?

I guess I look a little different since the fourth grade.

Scott: Theo?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Malia: You know him?

Theo: They used to.

Trust me, I never thought I'd see you guys again.

Couple of months ago, I heard of an Alpha in Beacon Hills.

When I found out his name was Scott McCall, just couldn't believe it.

Not just an Alpha, but a True Alpha.

Scott:,What do you want?

Theo: I came back to Beacon Hills.

Back home with my family.

Because I want to be a part of your pack.

Stiles: We haven't seen this kid in years.

You don't find that highly suspicious?

Scott: I'm kind of more concerned about the guy who just tried to k*ll me.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

Malia:,I'm in.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

I passed.

I'm officially a senior.

Lydia: Thank God.

Where have you guys been?

The whole senior class is here.

Are we doing this or not?

Kira: This isn't vandalism, is it?

Lydia: Not technically.

Stiles: She would have been with us.

Kira: (MOUTHING) Yeah.

Lydia: She still is.

(GROANING)

Give me another chance.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

A little more power.

I could do it with a little more.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(HISSING)

(DEMONIC RUMBLING)

No! No! Wait, wait, wait!

The surgeon (IN DISTORTED VOICE) Your condition worsens.

I'm okay. I'm okay, just...

Just give me another chance.

The surgeon: You were supposed to remove the obstacles.

Our time is limited.

Whatever you're here to do, I can help.

The surgeon: No second chances.

I can help you.

The surgeon; No second chances.

The pathologist: No second chances.

The geneticist: No second chances.

The surgeon: No second chances.

No! (SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

(CROWS CAWING)

Aiden: No one saw him again, did they?

Lydia: No.

Aiden; But that was the start of it, wasn't it?

The beginning of senior year.

What happened after that, Lydia?

Lydia: Oh, you're not Aiden.

You're not real.

Dr Valack; Tell me, Lydia.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Tell me what happened to them.

What happened to your friends?

Lydia; I... I don't remember.

(GROWLING)

Dr Valack: It started just after you began senior year. What happened?

Lydia: I don't remember.

Dr Valack: What happened to Kira?

Tell me about Parrish.

And Malia.

What happened when the Desert Wolf finally found her.

I know you remember what happened to Stiles?

Lydia; I can't remember.

Dr Valack; That's all right, Lydia.

There are other ways to get to the details.

This special device is designed for trepanation.

The medical art of drilling into the human skull.

Let me you show you how it works.

(WHIRRING)