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Previously on “The Secret Life of the American Teenager” OTTAVI: Now, you've made a lot of positive changes in the past couple of months. ADRIAN: And the next positive change is that I want to get pregnant again. OTTAVI: You're trying to have a baby to save a marriage that you never really wanted in the first place. MARGARET: I just want some time alone with my husband. RICKY: But we don't have room for her. Where would she sleep? AMY: We can all stay at my parents' house. ADRIAN: I would like you to go ahead, and move out. BEN: And what if you had gotten pregnant again? I know. ADRIAN: You and I, we're not friends anymore. GRACE: Fine. AMY: Look, I know what you're here for. ADRIAN: What am I here for? AMY: And you know what, you can't have him. ADRIAN: Just check his phone. BEN: Adrian is still in love with Ricky. LEO: I feel a little relieved. BETTY: Well, would you feel relieved if we split up? NORA: Maybe I could rent Ashley's room from you. Maybe I could live here. AMY:1 Are you hiding something? RICKY: I'm not hiding anything. AMY: Which doesn't mean that you don't have messages from Adrian. RICKY: Either you trust me, or you don't. ADRIAN: Aren't you bored just talking to? Good night, Ricky. RICKY: What are you doing? JUERGENS' HOUSE/RICKY'S APARTMENT Amy is at phone with Ricky. AMY(at phone): It's been a week. A whole week. RICKY(at phone): It may be longer. I don't want to be with someone who can't trust me. I thought you trusted me. AMY(at phone): I do trust you. I do! That's why I stood up for you, I stood up for you when Karlee accused you of trying to sleep with her. RICKY(at phone): And yet, you didn't trust me enough to know that if I have messages from Adrian, they don't mean anything, they don't mean anything at all. They were meant to be a record so if you ever questioned why she called, or what she said or anything else, I'd have some evidence that I've done nothing.Did you see that I didn't reply to any of that stuff? AMY(at phone): Ricky, please? Please just let me come back to the apartment. RICKY(at phone): I'll see you at school. AMY(at phone): No, I can't take it anymore, I can't. I just can't. I don't think I can come to school. Dad's taking John to the nursery. (KNOCKING ON DOOR) RICKY(at phone): Someone's at my door. I have to go. AMY(at phone): Who is it, Adrian? RICKY(at phone): If it is Adrian, I didn't invite her over here. Tell you what, hold on, and I'll tell you. It's not Adrian. RICKY'S APARTMENT Ricky finds a former friend. ETHAN: No, it's not Adrian, it's me. RICKY: Long time. How'd you find me? ETHAN: Phone app. Find Ricky. It's new. RICKY: And why'd you want to find me? ETHAN: I think I might be getting arrested. RICKY: Arrested for what, then? You better not be doing drugs or drinking. 'Cause if you're doing that stuff, I can't help you. I won't help you. ETHAN: No, that's not the problem. RICKY: Oh, God. Sex with an underage girl? ETHAN: I'm underage. And, no, it wasn't that. RICKY: What is it? I don't have a lot of time here, and I've got problems of my own. ETHAN: I sent a picture of my girlfriend out to everyone on my phone list. RICKY: What's wrong with sending a picture of your girlfriend to everyone on your phone list? ETHAN: She was in a state of undress. RICKY: Huh? ETHAN: She didn't have any clothes on. Any. RICKY: Why would you share a picture like that? ETHAN: She's hot. And she broke up with me, and I was angry. RICKY: That was a really stupid thing to do. For her. For you. Those kind of photos get out there, you can't get them back. Any time anyone puts her name into a computer in the future, that photo you sent out could pop up when she applies to college, or for a job, or... This is serious. ETHAN: Yeah, I realize that. Her father already had it out for me. RICKY: Oh geez, Ethan. ETHAN: I know, I know. So can you help me out? You gotta be over 18 now, you could be responsible for me. And I got to get someone to be responsible for me, and... This is a nice place. RICKY: Uh-uh. I can't. I have a son. I'm sure you've heard. I had a baby with my girlfriend. They live here. ETHAN: They live here? Doesn't look like they live here. You sure? RICKY: Yeah, go in the other room, there are toys and a bed, and... It wouldn't matter, I can't be responsible for you. I don't think the authorities would even let me, and I just can't. I have to take care of Amy and John, and I'm going to college next year, and... ETHAN: Man, whatever. Don't worry about it. Just go with me to turn myself in, that's all I'm asking. RICKY: That's all, huh? I'll go with you, okay? I just have to make a phone call first. I'm gonna call my mom and see if she can do anything. Did you have breakfast? ETHAN: No, I haven't had breakfast, not for most of my life. RICKY: Been there. I'll get you something. ETHAN: Yeah. MARGARET'S APARTMENT Nora talks with Margaret. MARGARET: No, we're fine with you staying here, if that's okay with George, it's okay with us. NORA: You look strange. You look happy. MARGARET: I am happy. NORA: No, you're not a happy person. Not normally. Normally, you're very serious. Maybe you're getting sick or something. MARGARET: No, I'm not sick or something. And, yeah, sometimes I am serious, but I am a happy person. NORA: When? MARGARET: When I'm not dealing with other people's problems, when I can just relax and enjoy my husband and my home. NORA: Nah, that's not it. I'm going with sick or something. Or maybe you're getting that empty-nest syndrome women your age get. MARGARET: Women my age, huh? Well, if I got anything, it's whatever the opposite of the empty-nest syndrome is. MARGARET'S APARTMENT/RICKY'S APARTMENT Ricky calls Margaret. NORA: You gonna answer that? MARGARET: Ricky. NORA: Oh, I'm not talking to him. MARGARET: Why not? NORA: 'Cause he's not being very nice to Amy. MARGARET(at phone): Are you not being very nice to Amy? RICKY(at phone): Who told you that? MARGARET(at phone): How many times do I have to say it? RICKY(at phone): I'm being nice, and I'm going to be nicer. I'm going to talk to her when I get to school. But before I can get to school, I have one little problem. Remember that kid who lived with us for a while? MARGARET(at phone): Ethan? The one that everyone is looking for, because of that sexting incident? Is he there? RICKY(at phone): He's not here, but I could probably find him. ETHAN: I owe you. MARGARET(at phone): Ricky, don't get caught up in this mess. He is in serious trouble. Now if you know where he is, you better tell me. NORA(at phone): And get your ass over here and talk to Amy. She's been crying for days. MARGARET: What is that about? NORA: They broke up. THE SECRET LIFE OF THE AMERICAN TEENAGER – OPEN CREDITS CONDO Ben has a conversation with Adrian. BEN: So, according to the prenup, you don't own the place, but my dad says that you're out of college. Cable, utilities, all that stuff included. ADRIAN: That's not in the prenup. BEN: I know, but my dad's feeling very generous right now, and he knows that you'll be starting college in the fall, and you can keep it, and everything in it until you graduate. That's what he said. ADRIAN: Wow. Uh... Do I have to give you the ring back? BEN: No, you might want to move it to the other hand, but, uh, no. Keep the ring. So, friends? ADRIAN: Sure. Even friends with benefits, if you want. BEN: That's, uh, not an offer I had anticipated, what with Ricky and all. ADRIAN: But again, I loved you. BEN: And I loved you. So... Who knows? Maybe some day I'll take you up on that. ADRIAN: How about today? BEN: We have to go to school. Come on, why would you do that? You're in love with Ricky. ADRIAN: Because we're friends, and we're still married. We're married friends. So? One for the road? BEN: I can't. We shouldn't. Ah, why not? JUERGENS' HOUSE George wants Amy to go out. GEORGE: Amy, come on, you have to go to school. AMY: Why do I have to miss school. I can miss one day of school. I can't go to school like this. Dad, I have been to school every single day this week just to try to talk to Ricky, and he still won't talk to me, not really. He just wants more time and more time. I screwed everything up, Dad. GEORGE: You screwed everything up? He's been hiding the fact that Adrian's been calling him. He screwed everything up. AMY: No, I had no right to check his phone messages. GEORGE: No, you didn't, but everyone does it. AMY: Everyone like who? GEORGE: I don't know. Doesn't everyone? AMY: Do you? GEORGE: Do I what? AMY: Do you sneak around and do you listen to my phone messages, and Mom's and Ashley's? GEORGE: Your mom and your sister aren't even here. AMY: You're not saying... GEORGE: What? I pay the bill. AMY: Dad, I can't believe that you've been listening to my phone messages! GEORGE: No, I haven't. I don't know the password. But I mean the text messages and emails, they're right there on the phone. It hasn't happened that many times. And, hey, you don't think Ricky has ever checked your phone? Are you kidding? You think he hasn't done the exact same thing you did? Why wouldn't he? AMY: Why would he? There's nothing on my phone he'd be interested in. Besides, he's not that kind of person. GEORGE: Yes, he is. Anyone can be that kind of person under the wrong circumstances, or right... Whatever. AMY: No, not Ricky, he wouldn't do that. GEORGE: Well, yes, he would do that. He probably did do that. Ask him. AMY: No! He's already angry enough at me without making him angrier. GEORGE: I'll ask him. You go to school, I'll ask him. Why does anyone even have emails or texts you wouldn't want anyone to look at? You know what they call emails and texts in a courtroom? Evidence. Yeah. Found out the hard way. RICKY'S APARTMENT Ethan is still here. ETHAN: Sure you don't want to take a quick look just for reference? RICKY: No. I don't. How old is she? ETHAN: Sixteen. RICKY: How old are you? ETHAN: Fourteen, but I'll be 15. I'll be in high school next year, I hope. RICKY: How long was this girl your girlfriend? ETHAN: Three weeks. RICKY: Oh, geez. She sent you a picture like that when you'd only been together three weeks? ETHAN: She sent it to me the first week. You know, it's a status thing to have a picture like that. She sent it to me showing it to guys. RICKY: Did she know you were sending it to guys? ETHAN: I wasn't. broke up with me. I was offended, you know? RICKY: You need some help. ETHAN: That's what I'm here for. RICKY: Some professional help. ETHAN: As much as you get around, you're like a professional. RICKY: No, I'm not. And I've changed a lot since you saw me. When did you last see me? ETHAN: Three years? RICKY: What happened? Why'd you leave our house? Refresh my memory. ETHAN: I stole something from the house, a set of knives. Not steak knives, scalpels. They belonged to the doctor. RICKY: Oh, yeah, I remember, antiques. What were you going to do with scalpels? ETHAN: Are you kidding? They were beautiful. I got hundred bucks for them on the street. RICKY: And what did you do with the hundred bucks? ETHAN: Sneakers. They're gonna put me in jail this time. You know they are. RICKY: I don't know anything other than you have to turn yourself in. If the cops are looking for you, you have to turn yourself in. And you're still under 18, so, hopefully, they won't put you in jail. (KNOCKING ON DOOR) RICKY: Why aren't you at school? AMY: Why aren't you at school? RICKY: I have a situation I have to take care of. AMY: Oh, and what is that? ETHAN: Sorry. RICKY: Get out here. ETHAN: Hey, she's hot. HIGH SCHOOL Grace walks in front of Adrian without a word, Adrian talks to her. ADRIAN: Hey, wait up. I want to apologize, okay? I admit I did call Grant and Jack just to make you crazy. And I apologize. GRACE: Well, at least you didn't call Daniel. You didn't call Daniel? How did you even find him? ADRIAN: He's listed, geez. GRACE: You would do that? You would go after my new boyfriend? ADRIAN: Well, there wasn't much point in going after your old boyfriends, you don't really care about them. And they turned me down. GRACE: Good. But I care about you, and I care that you're just trying to hurt me. ADRIAN: You told Amy that I was trying to seduce Ben. That I was trying to trick him into getting me pregnant. GRACE: Yeah, well, you are, or you were. ADRIAN: No, I'm not. And Ben and I are just friends now. GRACE: Yeah, because now you want Ricky back. ADRIAN: And you told Amy that, too. GRACE: So what? You don't even care that Amy has tried to be your friend. You're going after Ricky anyway. I think that's horrible, Adrian, that's really horrible. They have a son. ADRIAN: Hey, hey, they broke up, he's fair game. If not me, it'll be someone else. GRACE: What are you talking about? They didn't break up. Where'd you hear that? ADRIAN: From Ricky. GRACE: So you're talking to Ricky? ADRIAN: I talked to Ricky, yes. And, Amy is no longer at the apartment. GRACE: Well, that makes me sad, really sad. It looked like everything was going to work out for them. ADRIAN: Yeah, it almost never does when two teenagers have a baby together. GRACE: But it could. It could if their friends and family supported them, maybe. And that's the right thing to do, don't you think? To support Amy and Ricky being together as opposed to trying to break them up? I mean, it's difficult enough for them, already, I'm sure, without someone intentionally trying to break them up. You don't want to do that, Adrian. You're really not that type of person, are you? ADRIAN: Maybe I am. 'Cause, well, thinking about being with him makes me happy. GRACE: Yeah, but other things, other, guys, could make you really happy if you're ready for that. Look, if I could get you a really, really hot date, would you go out then? I mean, you and Ben, you're not divorced yet, right? But do you guys have, like, a agreement about that sort of thing? ADRIAN: You're going to get me a really hot date? GRACE: Yes, Daniel has friends, you know. And a really cute one that lives upstairs. ADRIAN: Does he look like Daniel? GRACE:Yeah. ADRIAN: Then I'd definitely be interested. HIGH SCHOOL/DANIEL'S CONDO Grace calls Daniel. DANIEL(at phone): Hey, Grace. GRACE(at phone): Help. DANIEL(at phone): What kind of help did you need? GRACE(at phone): Well, first of all, I need you to always be honest with me and tell me when Adrian calls you. DANIEL(at phone): It's not something that I wanted to text you about, and I haven't seen you to tell you. GRACE(at phone): Good excuse. DANIEL(at phone): Grace, I've had finals all week. I'm a little crazy right now. If it ever happens again, which I doubt that it will because I've blocked her from my phone, I will tell you. I'll text you right away. GRACE(at phone): Really? You blocked her? DANIEL(at phone): I blocked her. GRACE(at phone): Well, you still should have told me and since you didn't maybe you owe me? DANIEL(at phone): I don't know if I owe you, but what'd you have in mind? GRACE(at phone): Okay, we need to find Adrian a date. DANIEL(at phone): Isn't she married? GRACE(at phone): No. DANIEL(at phone): Yes, she is. GRACE(at phone): Not really, no. DANIEL(at phone): What does that mean? GRACE(at phone): It means they're getting a divorce and they have an agreement. DANIEL(at phone): Okay, well, still, I don't want to play matchmaker. GRACE(at phone): We have to find Adrian a date. Otherwise, she's going to go after Ricky and she's going to get hurt, and I don't want that. I'm her friend, or I'm trying to be her friend. DANIEL(at phone): Who would I fix her up with? GRACE(at phone): That guy upstairs. DANIEL(at phone): What guy upstairs? There are 50 guys upstairs. Oh, no. No. No. No, no, no. He's a player. A girl who just lost a baby and is getting a divorce does not need a player. She really doesn't even need to be dating, does she? GRACE(at phone): Well, she can handle a player, she dated Ricky for years. DANIEL(at phone): I so don't want to be involved in this. GRACE(at phone): You're the one who told me to try to be her friend. I'm trying to be her friend. DANIEL(at phone): I'm trying not to be her friend. GRACE(at phone): Please? HIGH SCHOOL Madison talks with Lauren about graduation. MADISON: But Jesse is graduating in a couple of weeks. LAUREN: Yeah, but I'm going to graduation and all that other stuff that graduates do. MADISON: But he'll be going away to school. LAUREN: He's coming back here on the weekends, or I'll go there on the weekends. MADISON: I wish you would have told me that you still wanted to get back together with him. LAUREN: I've always wanted to get back together with him. MADISON: Yeah, but you didn't say anything. And I broke up with Jack. LAUREN: That has nothing to do with me and Jesse. MADISON: Yes, it does. I would have just hung in there for a couple of weeks until school was over and we could have done all the senior stuff together. LAUREN: Jack broke up with you. MADISON: Yes, but I accepted. I wouldn't have accepted. (Amy joins them) AMY: Accepted what? MADISON: Oh, hey, Amy, how are you? LAUREN: Hey, we looked for you when we got to school this morning. AMY: Yeah, I'm a little late, I just got here. MADISON: Are you okay? AMY: Um, no, not really. I went by Ricky's apartment to see if we could talk, but there was some kid over there, and he obviously cared more about talking to him right now. LAUREN: Whose kid? MADISON: Yeah, whose kid? Does he have another kid? AMY: No, no, no, no, no. Just some kid who lived with him when he was at his mother's house. 387His mother had other foster kids in and out while Ricky was living there, and this one just showed up. I wasn't even going to come in today but I do want to talk to him. I want to ask him something. If I can even get him to talk to me. Do you guys think that Ricky's ever looked through my phone? Ever checked my text messages or emails or anything like that? BOTH: Yes. AMY: What? MADISON: Everybody does it. And you're living together. So, unless you've had your phone in your possession every moment of every day, then I'm sure he has. AMY: Do you do that? Either of you? Have you ever looked through your boyfriend's phone without them knowing about it? LAUREN: No. But Jesse and I trust each other. MADISON: Oh, come on. LAUREN: I've looked through Jason's. You never looked through Ashley's? AMY: No. You looked through Jack's phone? MADISON: Well, yes, and it wasn't always easy, either. It was usually when he'd run into some fast food place or something and leave it in the car. AMY: You're kidding me. Did you find anything that, like, bothered you? MADISON: No, he just sends really dumb texts. AMY: Any texts to Grace? MADISON: (SCOFFS) Yeah. The dumbest texts of all. But the thing is, if you look at his texts or emails, you can't say anything. LAUREN: No. Yeah, you have to come up with some other way that you got the information that you sneaked around to get,or at least say that you got it somewherelse. LAUREN: Yeah, I'm really careful with what I say in my texts or emails, especially after that mis-mail to my dad that time. AMY: Am I the only one here who feels guilty about looking through someone's phone that's not mine? MADISON: Probably. But you are a good girl. LAUREN: Yeah. Always have been. AMY: I'm a teenage mother. LAUREN: Yeah, I bet that happens mostly to good girls. Adrian arrives, Madison and Lauren leave. ADRIAN: Oh, hi, Amy. Girls. AMY: Hey, Adrian. ADRIAN: I was looking for you. I heard about you and Ricky. I'm so sorry. AMY: I don't know what you're talking about. ADRIAN: Yeah, you do. So how long have you been out, a week now? AMY: Just for your information, Ricky has a kid who needed some help staying with him. He's not interested in you anyway, whether I'm there or not. ADRIAN: He might be. Especially when he hears I'm dating again. AMY: What? Come on. What do you mean? You're dating your husband again? You're going out with Ben again? ADRIAN: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Not Ben. Other guys. Guys that Ricky would be jealous of. Guys that are in college. Guys that Grace's boyfriend thinks I should meet. You know, so I can get out of high school, and try out a whole new playing field. Oh, uh, by the way, you listened to my phone messages? AMY: So what? You never listened to any of Ben's phone messages? Never checked any of his text messages or emails? ADRIAN: Of course not. AMY: You're lying. I think. ADRIAN: Well, we'll never know, will we? Because if I ever did do something so unscrupulous as to check Ben's phone, well, I definitely didn't get caught. RUBEN'S OFFICE Ruben has an conversation with Ethan and the girl's father. RUBEN: It's child p*rn? ETHAN: Child p*rn? You saw the picture. RUBEN: She's a minor. FATHER: She's a child. She's my child, and you sent around pictures of her, naked. ETHAN: She's 16. She knew what she was doing when she sent me that picture. FATHER: So you didn't take the picture? Who took the picture? ETHAN: She took the picture. RUBEN: So anyway, the problem is that you forwarded the photo. That's distributing child p*rn. ETHAN: Again, she is not a child. She is not, sir. And she doesn't even care that I sent it around. I mean, yeah, other guys' girlfriends have gotten upset, but they're not like her. FATHER: Are you kidding me? She's devastated. ETHAN: She's devastated you saw it and found out about it. She wanted me to... Okay, maybe not wanted, but she doesn't care if people see the photo. She considers it art. FATHER: Oh, my... ETHAN: And she's very... You know, she has a lot of... Confidence. FATHER: Okay, look, you little loser, you can't send naked pictures of my daughter around to half the school and not go to jail for it. RUBEN: Uh... Ethan, you want to step back outside? ETHAN: Certainly. Ethan goes out and finds Margaret. ETHAN: What happened to the dude? MARGARET: The dude...is in school. I sent him back to school. ETHAN: You're still telling him what to do? He's 18. MARGARET: I'm going to be telling him what to do until he's 40. Maybe longer. ETHAN: Lucky him. MARGARET: So you tired of getting in trouble yet? ETHAN: You know, I don't know what the big deal is. MARGARET: The big deal is you broke the law again. Let me ask you something. Were those new sneakers worth getting taken out of our house? ETHAN: No. Guy stole 'em from me two weeks later. MARGARET: They actually let you have your phone back? POLICEMAN: You're back up. Let's go. MARGARET: Um... BUTCHER SHOP Nora talks with Bunny. NORA: Do you ever pick up your kids' phones and check out the messages on them? BUNNY: Who's asking, you, or did one of my kids complain? NORA: No, it's me. It's just me. I just know someone that that happened to. BUNNY: Is that why those two are upset? He got nosy with her phone? NORA: No, the other way around. BUNNY: Oh, geez. Oh, let me guess. Messages from Adrian? NORA: Yeah. And Amy got caught listening to them. BUNNY: How'd she get the password? NORA: It was "John." BUNNY: They all pick stupid passwords, if left to themselves. My daughters and I have an agreement. I have full access to anything on their phones and the passwords to check the phones. And once a week I do check them. Never on the same day, never the same time. Cuts down on any of the phone crap. Have you ever seen pictures of my daughters? NORA: No. BUNNY: There's a reason for that. NORA: What's the reason? BUNNY: They're hot. And they don't need to be advertised around this joint with the two hounds I'm sorry. I forgot that one of them is your son. NORA: So, you have hot daughters, huh? BUNNY: Like that's a surprise. It's a blessing and a curse. I have got them in all-girls private schools and I'm going to keep them in an all-girls private school until they've got PhDs. NORA: That's gonna make 'em gay, you know. I'm kidding. BUNNY: Not that I would mind. I might prefer that. Cut down on the chance for some guy to do something stupid and get one of them... Again, I'm sorry. NORA: Oh, apology accepted. I know it's not the best thing that happened to Ricky and Amy and John, but it's not like nothing good came of it. Leo enters in the store. Leo: Ladies. BUNNY: Oh. Hi. LEO: Right, I haven't seen you since I fired you from the office. Sorry about that, Bunny. NORA: And what about me? LEO: You I have to talk to. NORA: Because? LEO: I guess folks are going to know. Betty and I are splitting up. BUNNY: Oh, what happened? LEO: She wants to go to college. BUNNY: Oh, you're not joking. LEO: No, I'm not. BUNNY: And that would break up two people if one of them wanted to go to college? LEO: It just didn't work out. We decided we'll be happier not married, and that's that. It's nobody's business. BUNNY: No one asked, you volunteered. I mean, just for the record. Just in case you want to use that to f*re me from here or, you know, anything. NORA: I, on the other hand, never hold a grudge. I completely and totally understand why I got fired. LEO: And why is that? NORA: Can't be trusted. Can't be trusted staying sober, can't be trusted with anything else. LEO: No? NORA: Well, yeah, but that's what I imagine you're thinking. LEO: That's not what I'm thinking. What I'm thinking is that everyone deserves a second chance, everyone. NORA: What about Bunny? LEO: No. NORA: Oh, well, actually, I think this would be my third chance, my second chance was being here. LEO: Okay, a third chance. I want you back. NORA: I don't deserve a third chance. I'll take it. HIGH SCHOOL Amy walks in the hallway and finds Ricky. RICKY: Hey. AMY: Hey, um, I want to talk to you, but I have to go to the counselor's office immediately. I don't know what she wants, but she said immediately, so I have to go. RICKY: No, you don't. I got that Joe guy to give your teacher the note.It cost me 20 bucks. AMY: Really? So I don't have to go... No. RICKY: I just got here and I felt bad that you dropped by and I had something else going on, but maybe you shouldn't have dropped by. I told you I'd talk to you when I saw you. AMY: Yet you have time to talk to Adrian. At least that's what she says. RICKY: I did talk to her, Amy. I told her what happened, and I asked her to please not call, or text, or email me again. AMY: Oh, so she texts you and emails you, too? She's not just calling and leaving you seductive messages? RICKY: You thought she'd call but not text or email? AMY: No one emails! RICKY: Whatever. She won't do any of that stuff again, not that that resolves our issues. AMY: Yes, she will, she's not going to give up. You know, she's even going to try to make you jealous by going out on a date. RICKY: I know, she texted me. If I don't respond, eventually she'll stop. AMY: And have you responded? RICKY: I can't stop her. I can only stop myself. And I don't care who she's going out with. I mean, who's she going out with? Ben? AMY: No. Someone new. Somebody that Grace's new boyfriend is fixing her up with. I saw that. RICKY: Saw what? AMY: It does bother you. RICKY: You're going to go there again after what I just said? Are you ever going to believe me when I say I'm not interested in Adrian, or are you always going to be sneaking around to see if you can catch me picking up my phone or listening in on my conversations and all that stuff. AMY: Let me ask you something, Ricky. You ever pick up my phone, check my messages, my emails, my texts? Aha! So you've done the same thing to me that I've done to you only you didn't get caught. And there's nothing on my phone that would even bother you. RICKY: See, this is what I'm talking about. We just can't trust each other. Why even try? DANIEL’S APARTMENT/GRACE’S HOUSE Grace is at phone with Daniel. DANIEL(at phone): This isn't what I wanted to be doing tonight. GRACE(at phone): Well, she's on the way over, so... DANIEL(at phone): So what? I just got finished with my last final, and I was just going to see if you want to come over and celebrate. GRACE(at phone): Sure. But the more, the merrier, right? DANIEL(at phone): Grace, come on. Tell her I couldn't get in touch with him, tell her he has a girlfriend or something. GRACE(at phone): But that would be a lie. DANIEL(at phone): Well, kind of. Come on, I promise. I'll find her a date. GRACE(at phone): No. It has to be the date I found. It has to be... What's his name? DANIEL(at phone): Dante? GRACE(at phone): Yes, Dante. DANIEL(at phone): Just come over, we'll talk about it, we'll talk to him, see if he's even interested and we can get a little alone time. GRACE(at phone): Okay. DANIEL(at phone): Okay, then. GRACE(at phone): I'll just ask Adrian to drop me off so you can drive me home. And if he happens to be at your apartment when she drops me off, then, that would be great. JUERGENS’ HOUSE George prepares diner. GEORGE: It's T-bone. He'll come over for that. You can thank me later. AMY: Wait, what? No. I don't want him to come over. GEORGE: You've been wanting him to come over all week. Nora brought home steaks from the butcher shop so you would have a reason to call him. Call him. Come on, Ames, I'm doing this for you. AMY: No, you're not. You're doing this so I won't be annoyed with you for looking at my phone. I'm not gonna call him. GEORGE: He has looked at your phone, hasn't he? You asked him? AMY: Yeah, I asked him, and no, he hasn't, so thanks for the suggestion. GEORGE: Oh, he's just not admitting it. I'm going to call him. You may not be crying now, but I know you, and there's going to be crying until we get this whole thing wrapped up, so just call him. AMY: By the way, did you tell Mom that Nora is living here or am I just supposed to be hiding that? GEORGE: Why would I tell Mom that Nora is living here? AMY: Because she owns the house. GEORGE: I have the house until you and Ashley graduate high school, and I'm done raising you. There better be something funny in that textbook, young lady. AMY: There isn't. GEORGE: Then what's so funny, that I'm raising you and Ashley? AMY: Dad, do you even know where Ashley is? GEORGE: Yes, I know where Ashley is. I talk to her every day. And we text. We text and text and text. You can check my phone. AMY: And where is she? GEORGE: She's in Florida. AMY: No, I knew that, I meant where is she tonight? GEORGE: She and her friend are starting a new job tonight. AMY: Uh-huh. What kind of job? GEORGE: Some sort of medical assistant. AMY: Yeah, what is Ashley qualified to assist with in the medical field? GEORGE: I don't know, I didn't hire her, but she's a very smart girl. AMY: Mmm-hmm. Smart enough to get out of this house. GEORGE: I thought you liked the house. You liked the house when it was you and Ricky here. What is it you don't like about it now? Oh, of course, me. I've gotten that before. HOSPITAL IN FLORIDA Ashley and Toby make a test. TOBY: Ashley, this experimental test program is for people who have depression. I'm not depressed. ASHLEY: I've been depressed before. TOBY: You're jaded, not depressed. ASHLEY: Well, they're paying $500. I could be depressed for $500. TOBY: I guess I could be, too. ASHLEY: Let's at least find out what it's about. TOBY: "This medication could cause irregular heartbeat, liver failure or could even result in death..." ASHLEY: I'm out. TOBY: Feeling better. JUERGENS’ HOUSE Nora enters in the house with John and Moose. NORA: Ta-da! We walked all around the block. I mean, the entire block. And John let me hold his hand... Well... AMY: Hey, buddy. NORA: It's been such a good day for me. I'm so happy. I've got a place to live and a new job, and you and John, and your dad, and Ricky. Can't we call Ricky? Can't we please, Amy? JOHN: Hi, Daddy. AMY: No, no! He doesn't trust me and I don't trust him, and... NORA: Everyone deserves a second chance. Or even a third. That's what Leo says. AMY: Even if I call Ricky, it doesn't mean he's going to come over here. NORA: You won't know until you try. AMY: Why don't you call him? It's your celebration. (Ricky enters) RICKY: I don't want to wait outside, I don't want to play games, okay? Hey, John, good to see you, buddy. Why don't you get Grandma to play with you and Moose outside? NORA: Okay. RICKY: I lied. I've looked at your phone before. A couple of times. Not that it was worth compromising my integrity for by looking at it or lying about it. But I guess we were both wrong not to trust each other. I just don't know how we do that if we really don't trust each other. AMY: You don't trust me? That's just an excuse for not wanting to be with me, Ricky. You know you can trust me. You know what? You can just go home, okay? You don't get a T-bone steak for this conversation. You can go home, and you can try and figure out how we can live together, and still not be perfect. Good night. RICKY: Oh, no, I'm getting a steak. I might eat it outside, but I'm getting a steak. Amy leaves, George enters. GEORGE: So? RICKY: So it went nowhere. She wants me to go home. But I'm hungry. And you invited me to eat, so I'm eating, then I'll leave. GEORGE: You know what the problem is? The problem is you're not married. RICKY: Oh, yeah? Well, maybe your problem is you're not married. GEORGE: Both parties have to want to be married to be married. My ex-wife does not want to be married. Does your girlfriend want to be married? Do you want to be married? RICKY: I just want to eat. Yes. Just not now. I know, I know. MARGARET’S APARTMENT Shakur and Margaret talk together. SHAKUR: Well... There's always going to be children who need your help, and you're always going to want to help them, so... What can I say? MARGARET: Well, you can say no. I can even say no. SHAKUR: Since when, Margaret? You're you. Should we go get him? MARGARET: Well, we can't just go and get him. Unfortunately, he has to go to court. Until then, he's gonna be in juvie. Now, Ruben's trying to work a deal. This is a serious offense, you can't send just go sending naked pictures of people around,unless you're both over 18, and then apparently it's not a legal issue. But it should be. SHAKUR: Maybe, maybe not. You text me a picture and I'll text you one. Is that a yes? DANIEL’S APARTMENT Adrian meets Dante in the Boyfriend’s Grace’s apartment. DANTE: Nice ring. ADRIAN: Oh, yeah. It was my engagement ring. DANTE: Oh, no. What, you're engaged? ADRIAN: Well, right now, I'm married. DANTE: Interesting. ADRIAN: Yeah, he just moved out. DANTE: But you're still married? ADRIAN: Yeah. Well, we're getting a divorce. DANTE: So, you... ADRIAN: Don't have children. GRACE: You guys want something to eat or... DANTE: You're still in high school, right? ADRIAN: Yeah, but I'm a year older than Grace. I'm graduating after summer schooland then I'm going to college. DANTE: So why the divorce? ADRIAN: Well, I'm kind of in love with my old boyfriend, but he and this girl had a baby they were living together, but they just split up and I think I might want to try being with him again. DANTE: Uh-huh. DANIEL: Maybe we should have given them both a list of topics. GRACE: I don't think she actually dated that much. DANTE: You know what, I like your honesty. I really do. But if you're trying to get back with your old boyfriend, what are you doing here with me? ADRIAN: Uh, I don't know. I thought it would make him jealous, and I was curious. DANTE: About? ADRIAN: About whether or not Grace actually knows any hot guys, besides that one. You know you can tell what a person thinks about you by who they try to fix you up with? DANTE: You think so? ADRIAN: Yeah, I think so. DANTE: All right, well, um, what do you think people think about you? ADRIAN: Well, they think I'm good looking, because you're good looking. Hmm? And they think I'm smart, because you're smart, and they think I'm sexy, because, uh, well, you are sexy. DANTE: You know what, your self-esteem is pretty high for someone going through a divorce so early in life. ADRIAN: Yeah, it is. That's why even though my old boyfriend and this girl have a baby together, I still think I can get him back. Not that I'm totally sure I want him back. GRACE: She'd take him away from Amy just to see? ADRIAN: We're trying to have a conversation here. So, what's your story? DANTE: Well, I've been married three times and I got nine kids. ADRIAN: Really? DANTE: No, I'm playing. I don't have nine kids. I was just trying to top your story. ADRIAN: Oh, yeah, that's difficult to do. DANTE: Yeah. Uh, no, actually, I'm a h*m* in college, my brother's a senior. We live upstairs and I got a full scholarship. The wildest thing I've ever done? I don't know, a couple of tattoos. ADRIAN: Oh, I'd like to get a tattoo. DANTE: Tonight? ADRIAN: No! No, I don't even have one picked out yet, or a place to get it. DANTE: Oh, 'cause, I an, I was going to take you to my guy. He does some really, really good work. ADRIAN: Oh, um, when I said I don't have a place, uh, I meant on me. I don't know where I'd put one. DANTE: Oh, uh, well, uh, how about we get up out of here, so I can get a better look at the canvas, huh? ADRIAN: All right. GRACE: You guys, tattoos last a lifetime! Dante and Adrian leaves. Grace and Daniel are alone. DANIEL: Nice work, Grace. GRACE: At least it'll keep her away from Ricky. Amy and Ricky got into a big fight. Amy checked his phone out and he caught her. DANIEL: Really? You can check my phone out any time you want. GRACE: No, it's okay, I trust you. DANIEL: Do you? Or do you just not want me to see your phone? GRACE: No! No, you can see my phone, if you really want to. It's okay with me. JUERGENS' HOUSE Amy and Ricky cleans up some stuff. Ricky receives a call. RICKY: It's no one. AMY: Tell no one I said hi. RICKY: It's Ethan. He's stuck in some juvie hall room with some other idiot.All right, can we just talk about this? AMY: Yeah, I've been trying to talk to you for a week now. RICKY: Yeah, I let this go on way too long because, Amy, all my life, no one has trusted me, and all my life I wasn't trustworthy. I think I've earned the right to be trusted. AMY: It would be easier for me to trust you, Ricky, if you had just said, "Hey, you want to listen to this message I just got from Adrian?" instead of not saying anything or saying you had listened to it, and then you erased it. That was a lie. RICKY: Yeah, I guess it was. And I shouldn't have talked to her at all. I should have told you when I heard from her and when I called her back to talk to her. I'm sorry. I apologize. And hello, you've lied to me before and I still trust you. AMY: That was different. RICKY: How was it different? AMY: I don't know. RICKY: Let me tell you. Because it was different. Again, no one has ever trusted me, other than you, so when I got busted, I felt humiliated, and I hated myself for letting you down and I felt unworthy, and I just couldn't say that. It was easier to be angry. I'm very comfortable angry and being the victim. It's a lifelong process to change that. Again, I'm sorry. AMY: I'm sorry, too. And thank you for telling me that, for apologizing. Can we please, please go back to the apartment now? Please? RICKY: Ethan. Just wanted to thank me. AMY: Ethan again? Oh, my God. Wait, is this the photo that he got in trouble with? RICKY: No, it's Adrian showing me where she's going to get a tattoo. Okay, sooner or later, we've got to get a sense of humor about Adrian. AMY: What's funny about her constantly, relentlessly, trying to break us up? RICKY: You left out nakedly. AMY: She's crazy, you know that? RICKY: I know that. And I'm all done with crazy. AMY: You know I can be crazy too, if that's what you want, if that's what you like. I can. If you're no done with crazy, let me be crazy for you, don't go to Adrian. RICKY: Uh, you? Crazy? AMY: Oh, yeah. I can be plenty crazy. In fact, why don't we, the two of us, go get tattoos right now? RICKY: Of what? AMY: Wedding bands. We're probably never going to have real ones so let's go get fake ones tattooed, that'll show Adrian. RICKY: You need a little more practice at being crazy. Maybe we'll start with something else. AMY: I can be crazy. RICKY: Let's go. End of the episode.

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Previously on « The Secret Life of the American Teenager » AMY: Please let me come back to the apartment. RICKY: I don't want to be with someone who can't trust me. ETHAN: It's me. RICKY: Remember that kid who lived with us for a while? MARGARET: The one that everybody is looking for? ADRIAN: One for the road? ADRIAN: Amy is no longer at the apartment. GRACE: If I could get you a really, really hot date, would you go out then? DANIEL: Who would I fix her up with? GRACE: That guy upstairs. DANIEL: No. No. No, no, no. He's a player. MADISON: But you didn't say anything. And I broke up with Jack. LAUREN: That has nothing to do with me and Jesse. MADISON: Yes, it does. I would have just hung in there for a couple more weeks. FATHER: You can't send naked pictures of my daughter around to half the school and not go to jail for it. RUBEN: It's child p*rn. LEO: Betty and I are splitting up. AMY: You ever pick up my phone, check my messages, my emails, my texts? AMY: Did you tell Mom that Nora is living here or am I just supposed to be hiding that? DANTE: If you're trying to get back with your old boyfriend, what are you doing here w with m? ADRIAN: I thought it would make him jealous. AMY: Let me be crazy for you, don't go to Adrian. RICKY: You need a little more practice at being crazy. MADISON'S HOUSE Amy talks with Madison about her relationship with Ricky. AMY: I hate that I do this to myself. I mean, just last week, all I wanted was for him to let me and John come back to the apartment. And now that I have that, I want more. I always want more or better or different than what I have. MADISON: Well, welcome to the human race. AMY: No, I'm sure that some girls would be thrilled to be living with the father of their baby, especially if the father was anything like Ricky, and so caring, and so helpful and... Hot. He's so hot! He is! He's really hot! Some nights I just look at him and I can't believe he's looking back at me the same way. MADISON: I know. I mean, you were that nerdy French horn player who thought she'd never have a boyfriend, and then you end up... I'm sorry. Uh, where were you? AMY: Um, I was at... Okay, I know that I'm a lucky girl to have Ricky in my life, but I want to be married. I want to know that Ricky is going to be there for me and for John for the rest of our lives. MADISON: Well, getting married is not going to guarantee that or anything else. AMY: I know that, but it's what I want. I feel terrible that I feel this way. I wish I didn't, and I try not to, but honestly, Madison, it doesn't make me feel too good about myself, after getting pregnant at 15, to be living with Ricky at 17. I'm not even sure it's better than living with my parents. Not that my parents are even living together. RICKY'S APARTMENT Ricky tells a story to John. RICKY: Once upon a time, there was a little boy who wasn't much older than you, and he lived with a wicked king who had a bad temper and yelled and h*t things. And the queen couldn't stop him and she was afraid of him. So she did things to make herself unconscious. Bad things. Like she did drugs and she drank too much. So, one day, some people came and took the little boy away, and he went to live at another house, and then another house and then another house. Finally, a good king and queen rescued the little boy and took him in. Unfortunately, by this time, he was a little rotten himself, and he had to learn how not to be like the wicked king and queen when he grew up. And when he was 16 years old, he met a girl at band camp and he had a baby with her. But he didn't marry her, and she wanted to get married so badly she was driving him crazy. So, finally, he decided he wanted to give her what she wanted because he loved her so much. So, he went shopping for a diamond ring. Not a big diamond ring, a tiny diamond ring, the kind of diamond ring you can buy if you save your money working at a butcher shop. A ring like this. Do you like it? Do you like it, John? JOHN: Yes. RICKY: I hope Amy likes it. You know who Amy is? Who is Amy? JOHN: Mommy. RICKY: Do you want me to give Mommy the ring? JOHN: No. RICKY: Why not? Okay, well, I'm not going to give it to her yet. I'm going to wait and give it to her the night I graduate from high school. THE SECRET LIFE OF THE AMERICAN TEENAGER – OPEN CREDITS MADISON'S HOUSE Amy starts to go. AMY: OK, I'm going to go, Ricky wanted some time to be with John tonight, And... I needed... But I've vented and now And now i'm going to get Ricky to ask me to marry him. MADISON: How are you going to do that? AMY: Okay. Well, here's what I'm thinking. I think I'll go by Soda Fountainashioned and get Ricky his that he lie the one with and the sprinkles on top. And then, while he's having his shake, I'll run a hot bath, light some candles and then call him in to take a bath with me. He thinks I can be wild. MADISON: And your idea of wild and a bath? AMY: Yeah, it's romantic! MADISON: You already gave him his only living son, you think a bath is going to top that? AMY: Goodnight, Madison. MADISON: I'm sorry, it's just... You know, if he won't marry you after all the things through together, then he's not because you give him a chocolate shake and a bath. AMY: Shut up. You don't know. Maybe I'll even wash his hair. MADISON: Oh! JESSE'S HOUSE Lauren and Jesse are kissing. LAUREN: Okay. We should stop. JESSE: Yeah, I guess we should. It's just so nice to be with you again. LAUREN: It's nice to be with you, too. But we both know you're going away to school, so, like you once pointed out to me, we shouldn't do anything because chances are we won't end up together. JESSE: Well, as long as we both realize that... LAUREN: Then what? We should just do it? No. I can't. I just want to wait and see how things go. JESSE: All right, we can wait. But I really did miss you, and you know how much I care about you. LAUREN: And you know how much I care about you, but I'm still not doing it. JESSE: What if I decide to go to the same school that Jack is going to? LAUREN: I haven't decided where I'm going to school yet, but according to my counselor, I should have lots of options. And I can't limit my options to schools that are geographically convenient to whatever school you go to. JESSE: But I think you're missing what I'm offering you here. I might be willing to change schools for you. LAUREN: No, I know what you're offering, and I don't want that responsibility. If you change schools for me, then what happens if I change my mind about us, or if you change your mind about us? Which you have before. JESSE: So maybe we should just live for today. Or tonight, anyway. LAUREN: No. JESSE: You're really good at saying "no." LAUREN: I've had a lot of practice. JESSE: Don't you want your first time to be with me? LAUREN: Yeah. I do, but that's what I want right now, tonight, but in a year, or the year after that I don't know what I'll want then, and neither do you. So, let's just wait. JESSE: Would it feel right if I said I love you? LAUREN: Are you saying you love me, or are you asking if it would feel right to have sex if you said you love me? JESSE: I love you, Lauren. LAUREN: Oh my God, really? JESSE: Really. Do you love me? LAUREN: Yeah. Hey! Stop! Okay? JESSE: But I love you. LAUREN: You know what? That was an "I want in your pants I love you." That was not a real "I love you." So I take mine back. Goodnight. JESSE: Oh, man. I so screwed up. GRACE'S HOUSE/MADISON'S HOUSE Jack calls Madison. MADISON(at phone): Jack? JACK(at phone): Yeah, it's me, Madison. Look, here's the deal. You were right. I am in love with Grace, I am totally obsessed with her. But I can't have Grace because Grace is with her current boyfriend, Daniel. And as you know, graduation is coming up and I don't want it to be like the senior dance. I don't want to ask Grace to go and have her drag Daniel along again. So I'd like you to go with me. And I hope you don't think I'm being a jerk because I'm being totally honest with you. And since you and I were girlfriend and boyfriend for years, you think you could possibly go with me, for old times' sake? As a friend? MADISON(at phone): Yeah. JACK(at phone): You would? Really? Why? MADISON(at phone): Because Lauren is gonna be there with Jesse, and Amy's gonna be there with Ricky and I want to go, too, even if it's just with you. And Grace isn't gonna be there because she's not a senior, so what do I care? JACK(at phone): Thanks, Madison. As Coach would say, you're a team player. MADISON(at phone): That's so romantic. JACK(at phone): Madison... MADISON(at phone): I know. We're just going as friends. GRACE'S HOUSE Daniel and Grace kiss, Grace receives a text. DANIEL: Your phone is buzzing. GRACE: It's Adrian. I know what this is about. I've been avoiding her all week. That idiot never called her. DANIEL: What idiot? GRACE: That idiot you fixed her up with from upstairs. DANIEL: Dante is not an idiot. And hey, I didn't fix her up. You fixed her up. I didn't want anything to do with it. GRACE: He said he would call her. Can't you just get him to call her? DANIEL: No. I can't get him to call her. If he doesn't call her, he doesn't call her. GRACE: Fine. Give me his number and I'll get him to call her. He should be ashamed of himself. DANIEL: Wait. Did they do something? GRACE: He took her upstairs to get a better look at the canvas. What do you think? DANIEL: That doesn't mean that they did anything. GRACE: You're so naive! She's so obsessed with having him calling her I'm sure he took advantage of her and now he won't even give her the courtesy of a phone call. DANIEL: Did you say took advantage or took her up on her offer? Whatever they did and whatever they do is their business. It's not our business. Gotta go. GRACE: Can you talk to him? GRACE'S HOUSE/CONDO Grace takes Adrian's call. GRACE(at phone): Hi, Adrian. ADRIAN(at phone): Grace, I've been calling you all night because he still hasn't called me.Did you ask Daniel if he knows why Dante didn't call me or not? GRACE(at phone): He hasn't seen him. ADRIAN(at phone): Can't he go and see him? He lives upstairs. GRACE(at phone): Do you really want Daniel to ask him? I mean, doesn't that sound sort of, you know, high school? This guy's in college. I think you should play hard to get. ADRIAN(at phone): Well, it's a little too late for that. GRACE(at phone): You slept with him on the first date? ADRIAN(at phone): You slept with Daniel before you even went on a date with him. And no, I didn't. We just fooled around a little. GRACE(at phone): Then why did you bring up the fact that I slept with Daniel before I ever went out with him? ADRIAN(at phone): I don't know. I just felt like it 'cause I'm very upset about this. Grace, guys don't not call me. Okay? This has never happened before. And this isn't good for my ego. GRACE(at phone): He's probably just busy. ADRIAN(at phone): With what? Finals are over. GRACE(at phone): I don't know, Adrian. ADRIAN(at phone): It's bad enough that I can't graduate with my class in two weeks because I lost my baby and I was too depressed to go to school. I don't need this. GRACE(at phone): I'm so sorry, Adrian. Does he know what you've been through? ADRIAN(at phone): Does he know that I lost a baby? No. Not exactly. I let him think that I thought I was pregnant but I wasn't. And okay, it's a little weird that I got married in high school and I'm getting a divorce before graduation, but hey, that's no reason not to call me again. GRACE(at phone): I know, Adrian, but... ADRIAN(at phone): But nothing. I need this guy. GRACE(at phone): Okay, well, if this guy doesn't work out, then we'll get you another guy. There are lots of guys around. ADRIAN(at phone): I like that one. RICKY'S APARTMENT Amy wants Ricky to proposal. RICKY: Thanks again for the chocolate shake, Amy. AMY: You're welcome. RICKY: Someone is looking for a proposal. AMY: You want to join me? RICKY: Join you in the bath? AMY: It'll be fun. I could wash your hair. RICKY: Oh, my God. She is desperate. This could be fun. Be right there. Till death do us part. AMY: Did you say something? RICKY: No. BEN'S BEDROOM Ben is with Alice and Henry. ALICE: I can't believe it's almost the end of our junior year. and then we're seniors! We're gonna be seniors in high school. And a year from now, we'll be looking at going off to college. BEN: Yeah. So where are we going? ALICE: Well... HENRY: Wherever I can get into. Which is probably not where you two can get into, unless I miraculously ace the next SAT. BEN: Yeah, it's too bad about that, huh? HENRY: I choke on standardized tests. I don't know what it is. I start trying to figure out how many questions and how much time and I divide the time by the questions, and by then I've lost time and then I divide again, and then I get panicked. HENRY: Aw, I feel so badly for you. You have to get over that. You should take another SAT course. I've run out of them. I did the one at school, the one at the community college, the one my dad paid a fortune f at that private high school. And I saw a shrink that deals with test anxiety. I don't think there's anything else I can do. BEN: Don't worry about it. We'll go where you go. ALICE: Uh, I think we have to go to whatever the best school is that we can get into. Or I have to, anyways. Henry's just going to have to conquer the SATs. Leo enters. LEO: Hi, guys. What's going on? ALICE: Hi, Mr. Boykewich. HENRY: Hello. BEN: What you got there? LEO: Oh, I just thought I'd bring up some mini pizzas for you guys. I'm doing a little test of a sausage we just sold to a nationwide pizza company. Want a taste? HENRY/ALICE: Sure. LEO: You're young people. I want your opinion about this stuff. You probably eat more pizza than anyone, right? What do you think? BEN: I think I've never had you come up and ask my friends to test out any products before. LEO: I had some time to k*ll. ALICE: Well. They're great. HENRY: Yeah. But I'd go a little thinner on the crust. LEO: I have nothing to do with the pizza part, just the sausage. But I'll tell them what you said. HENRY: Oh, no, don't do that. LEO: Want another one? BEN: We've kind of been eating junk food all night. LEO: Okay, well. Staying over? HENRY: No, we're going over to Alice's. LEO: Want me to have Mike drive you home? BEN: They're not ready to leave yet, Dad. ALICE: And I have my car. But thanks, Mr. Boykewich. LEO: Sure. All right. Well. Goodnight. Leo leaves. BEN: He's a little lonely since Betty left. ALICE: You have to find him someone new. BEN: I need to find me someone new. ALICE: Oh, you'll find someone, but it's kind of soon. You're still married. And next time you meet a girl, I think you should rely on our opinion a little more. You know, like your dad. And Henry and I understand what it takes to make a good relationship. Don't we, Hank? Leo comes back. LEO: You guys wanna take home the rest of those pizzas? ALICE: No, thank you, but maybe we should be going. LEO: Oh, don't let me rush you. HENRY: Oh, no, of course not. We have to get home anyway. Goodnight. ALICE: Night. (Alice and Haney leaves) BEN: What the heck is going on? LEO: What do you mean? BEN: Did you want them to go for some reason? LEO: No, not really. BEN: Is there something going on? LEO: Not that I know of, no. Something going on with you? BEN: This is about Camille, isn't it? LEO: Yeah. Here's the thing. When do you think it would be too soon to give her a call? BEN: It's never too soon. You're a free man, you're just waiting on papers, so call her. LEO: Should I call her? Should I just show up? Should I send her flowers first? Or maybe a nice piece of jewelry or something? BEN: Jewelry? Dad, what are you, Maurice Chevalier? Just call her, or email her or text her and tell her that you and Betty have gone your separate ways and you just want to say hello. LEO: Well, I want to do more than say hello. BEN: Well, you can do more than just say hello and not buy her jewelry. LEO: She likes jewelry. And I want her to like me. BEN: Like you? Dad, apparently she was waiting for you all those years. I think she more than likes you. LEO: Look, I went over there last time with nothing more in my hand than a job offer and I got my ass kicked. I don't want to go over there without something this time. BEN: Okay, well, just don't show up there, she might be dating someone by now. There's no one she'd like as much as you, but you have to contact her first and find out if she wants you to come over there, so send her flowers and ask her to call you. LEO: That's not how a gentleman behaves, asking a woman to call him. You think she would? BEN: I think she would. JUERGENS' HOUSE George and Nora diner. NORA: She's gonna drive all the way back to Palm Springs tonight? GEORGE: She's gonna have to. I don't wanna tell her you're here. NORA: You're going to let Anne drive herself and the baby all the way back to Palm Springs tonight? GEORGE: She does it all the time. NORA: And you don't think it would be a better idea to tell her that I'm living here, to give her the option of staying here tonight, in her own house? GEORGE: No, this is way more fun. It's our little secret. NORA: Okay, George, what if something happens on the road? Then it's gonna be my fault. GEORGE: No, it's gonna be her fault for working so late. NORA: I can't tell if you're joking or if you just have no idea what civilized people do. Even I know that that's not something someone should do. And I'm an alcoholic, drug addict, ex-con. GEORGE: Look, this is my house until the girls graduate from high school, and then Anne can do whatever she wants with the house, she can rent it to me, she can sell to me, she can live in it herself, but tonight, it's mine and I don't want to tell her that you're living here and I don't want her staying here. I can't stay in her place, so she can't stay in my house. NORA: Mmm-hmm. That's what it is. I see. Okay. Well, I better get out of here and hide in Ashley's room before she gets here. GEORGE: She said it would be another hour. Anne comes in. NORA: Well, it wasn't. Hi. ANNE: Hi. I'm George's ex-wife. I just came to get our son. I'll go get him and get out of your way. GEORGE: He just ate, so he'll probably just sleep in the car. Should be a pleasant drive for you. Ow! NORA: Hi. I'm Ricky's mom. I'm Nora. I am gay and I am living here as a temporary solution. ANNE: Ricky's mom. Hi. Anne. NORA: Anne, it's so nice to meet you. GEORGE: Were you jealous? Just for a second there? Either of you? ANNE: No. NORA: No. GEORGE: Here. I packed his stuff already. Goodnight. NORA: Okay. I think I'll just go to my room now. Okay. You guys figure out who's sleeping where, and, you know, if you need Ashley's bed, I can sleep on the couch. Nora goes away. ANNE: So she's living here? Is she paying you money to live here? GEORGE: No, she just needs a place. She's been living with Ricky's other mother. ANNE: I know that. Did she get kicked out for some reason? GEORGE: No, she did not get kicked out. ANNE: You know she's not gonna have sex with you. GEORGE: I know that. I know what a lesbian is. ANNE: Right. So you know that if she brings a date home, the two of them are not going to have sex with you. GEORGE: They might. All right, well, if you wanna stay, the other half of the bed is open. 457Sorry, Moose. ANNE: No, I don't want to stay, but I don't want to drive back to Palm Springs, either. I'm sick of driving here and back. I'm exhausted. GEORGE: Well, Amy's room is available. ANNE: Good. Then you can sleep in Amy's bed and I can sleep in my bed in my house, like I would have hoped you would have offered. GEORGE: You don't let me stay at your condo. ANNE: You are such a child! (Nora comes in) NORA: Oops. Just coming back in. I left my cell phone. And I couldn't agree more. (George leaves) NORA: I'm sorry. I'm sure you had a long day and didn't feel like being surprised. ANNE: Believe me, you're not the problem. And I've always wanted to meet you, especially now that Amy is living with Ricky. NORA: Yeah, and pushing him to marry her. ANNE: Oh, no. Is that what Ricky is saying? That she's pushing him? NORA: Well, yeah, but I don't think he minds. RICKY'S APARTMENT Ricky and Amy are on the couch. RICKY: You know what I've been thinking, Amy? AMY: No. What? RICKY: That we really should get married. AMY: Really? RICKY: Yeah. When we both graduate from college, and we have jobs and we're more settled, we should get married. AMY: Um, yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. I mean, good and kind of vague. Could you be more vague? RICKY: That wasn't vague. That was very specific. That would be five years from now. We should make a five-year plan and stick to it. Five years will go by like that. Especially if every night is like tonight. My neck is a little stiff from holding my head back when you were shampooing my hair. Would you mind giving me a massage? AMY: Um. Okay. Sure. HIGH SCHOOL Alice and Henry talks outside. HENRY: Even if I can't get into school that your'e... my parents wouldn't have the money for me to go. There are five kids in my family. I'd have to get a scholarship, and I don't think there's any chance of that. ALICE: Let's not worry about things that haven't happened. HENRY: It's just that... I'm starting to feel a little guilty about the sex. ALICE: What? HENRY: I mean, we both see the possibility of this not lasting, yet we keep having sex. Really good sex. ALICE: Well, now that you've said that, it's not going to be good sex. And I can't see the possibility of us not lasting, or I couldn't until you started talking like this. You're not sabotaging the SATs just to not get into a good college, are you? Are you trying to get away from me? HENRY: Alice, we've been together since the third grade. ALICE: And? HENRY: And if we take a break after next year and go to different colleges, then, I don't know, that might be good for us. I may even want to travel for a year or two before I go to college. ALICE: Henry, you are not breaking up with me at school, are you? HENRY: I said take a break, not break up. Take a break, and not for another year. ALICE: You coward! You don't want to be with me, so you're going to wait until we get into different colleges and then use that as an excuse? HENRY: Just forget I said anything. Alice. Alice leaves, Ben comes in. BEN: Sorry, couldn't find parking. Where's Alice going? Henry? HENRY: I think I'm gonna throw up. BEN: What's wrong? HENRY: Alice thinks I broke up with her. BEN: Why? Did you? HENRY: No. If we break up, it'll be next year, after we both graduate and go our separate ways. BEN: But just last night, we were talking about all going to college together if you can do a little better on the SATs. Oh, no. You don't want to take the SATs again, do you? HENRY: I just can't. I can't do it! You don't understand the pressure of being Filipino. BEN: Your family places a lot of importance on the SATs? HENRY: And on grades. And on college. And on marrying someone they approve of. BEN: They don't approve of Alice? HENRY: No, they do. They'd like to see us get married. And "like to see us" means you're expected to, and Ben... She's the only girl I've ever even kissed. BEN: Oh, Henry. HENRY: When I graduate, I wanna see the world. I wanna go places, experience new things with new women. BEN: What made you start thinking this way? HENRY: I think it was either when you got pregnant or married or filed for divorce. Madison, Lauren and Amy talks together in the hallway. MADISON: He called last night and I'm going to graduation with him and everything graduation-related. You know, I agreed to go as his date, as a friend who knows that he doesn't love me. He loves Grace. AMY: Why? Why would you do that? MADISON: Well, because I thought Lauren was going with Jesse, and you'd be there with Ricky and we'd all have a good time. It's just an agreement. I mean, we both agreed. LAUREN: You have absolutely zero self-esteem, you know that? MADISON: Well, look where your self-esteem got you! AMY: Madison! MADISON: And you! I don't see a ring on your finger. Chocolate shake and a bath didn't work out? Huh? LAUREN: What? AMY: I'm trying to get Ricky to marry me. And, by the way, he did say he would marry me. MADISON: When? When we get out of college and we get a job and we get settled. Then he asked me to massage his neck. LAUREN: And you did, didn't you? AMY: Yes. I did. It made him happy. LAUREN: What is he gonna do to make you happy? AMY: I am happy. That's why I wanna get married. LAUREN: Amy, you're in high school. AMY: And I'm living with him and our son. Jessie joins girls. JESSIE Excuse me, Lauren? Could we talk? (Amy and Madison leaves) JESSE: Can we talk? LAUREN: You sure you don't want to do more than talk? JESSIE: I apologize. It's not like me to be so pushy, but it's not like you to go past first base, so I thought I could, you know, go for a home run. I misread the signals. LAUREN: That's ridiculous. JESSIE: I know. I know it is, and I know I got too pushy and I blew it. But please, Lauren, it won't happen again. I promise. I can hear the word "no." I can. LAUREN: You couldn't last night. JESSIE: I really do love you. Lauren? I was just joking. Lauren! Adrian talks with Grace. ADRIAN: I don't think I'm doing that. No. Not intentionally. GRACE: Adrian, I just think it was too soon for you to go out again. It was too soon for you to even meet Dante. It should not be this big of a deal if a guy doesn't call you back after he went out with you. That just happens sometimes. It just feels bad because you're so vulnerable right now. Look, I'm sorry. I know I said I'd find out why he didn't call, but I'm not going to. I am not going to help you look desperate. That's how this looks. And you don't do desperate. You're Adrian. You should think about that. Adrian comes to see the counselor. KATELYN: Oh Adrian, come in. I'm just getting paperwork done for all the... ADRIAN: Graduates? KATELYN: Yeah. Which you will be, too. At the end of summer. ADRIAN: I have to graduate with my class. I have to. I have been rough way too much not to get to graduate with all the students I started school with. Please, please, there has to be a way. I just lost a baby. My marriage is breaking up. And the guy I went out with last week isn't returning any of my calls or text messages. KATELYN: You went out with a guy? On a date? Are you and Ben even divorced? ADRIAN: What's a divorce? We're done. It's over. I have to be at that graduation ceremony in a cap and gown. Please, please, please, appeal to whoever you have to appeal to get me on that stage. I'll go to the classes this summer. I'll finish whatever work I have to do. I just want to be with Ricky. I mean, Ricky and Jack and all of my friends. Surely, you can find some way to allow me this one happiness after all I've been through. KATELYN: I'll try. ADRIAN: Thank you. I know you can do it. Adrian goes away and falls in Ricky. ADRIAN: Oh, oops! RICKY: Yeah, like that wasn't intentional. ADRIAN: It wasn't intentional. RICKY: Fine. Two more weeks and no chance of this ever happening again. ADRIAN: Uh, yeah, there is. Don't forget. I got into the same college you got into. RICKY: I forgot. But you still have to graduate. ADRIAN: Yes, but the counselor just told me that I might get to go to the graduation with all the rest of you. I'll just have to finish my requirements this summer. RICKY: Whatever. ADRIAN: Wait! Slow down! Can't you even have a normal conversation with me? I'm not after you. I have a boyfriend. RICKY: You have a boyfriend? Does your husband know? ADRIAN: Um, my soon to be ex-husband. And it's none of his business. And he doesn't care. Do you care? RICKY: No, Adrian, I really don't. I'm really in love with Amy. ADRIAN: Well, you're not married to Amy, are you? RICKY: No. ADRIAN: And you're not engaged, are you? RICKY: No. ADRIAN: Then you're still technically available. RICKY: Not for long. DANIEL'S APARTMENT Adrian knock on the door, someone say to come on. OMAR: Come in. ADRIAN: Oh! Oops. Sorry, wrong apartment. I was looking for Daniel. OMAR: Oh. No. Right apartment. Daniel's not here. ADRIAN: Oh. I didn't know he had a roommate. A good-looking roommate. OMAR: You're half right. I am good-looking, but no, he doesn't have a roommate. I live upstairs. I was just borrowing some food. Or going to. Nothing here. ADRIAN: Oh, you live upstairs? I know someone who lives upstairs. OMAR: Who's that? ADRIAN: Oh, just some guy. Some really rude, obnoxious guy named Dante. Do you know him? OMAR: Kind of. ADRIAN: Yeah, well, we went out, and I thought we h*t it off, but apparently he was faking it. I haven't heard from him. Look, you haven't seen him around, have you? OMAR: No. He took off when he finished his last final. He's backpacking across Europe with some guys. ADRIAN: I knew it! I knew there had to be a good reason why he hadn't called me. OMAR: Well, he could have called you. I mean, it was last minute, but he could have called you. Especially since you're going through a divorce and all. Oh, yeah, he told me. You're Adrian, aren't you? ADRIAN: Yeah. And you are? OMAR: Omar. ADRIAN: His brother. OMAR:Yep. ADRIAN: Oh. Oh. MADISON'S HOUSE Jack comes to see Madison. JACK: Hey, your dad let me in. You didn't tell him we were seeing each other again? MADISON: No, because I thought about it, and I don't want to go to any graduation stuff with you. Lauren's right. The only reason I'm doing it is because I have zero self-esteem and I probably would have ended up sleeping with you, too, so I changed my mind. JACK: Wait a minute, you can't just change your mind. You're my friend. MADISON: No, not really. I mean, not that good a friend. I mean, I don't, like, mind talking to you in the hallway and stuff like that, but I don't wanna go out with you. JACK: Madison, come on, I can't go through graduation solo. MADISON: No, you can. And you should. You deserve to go solo. JACK: Don't be like that. Next year, if you don't have a boyfriend, I'll do it for you. MADISON: Next year, if I don't have a boyfriend? Ha! I'm gonna have a boyfriend. JACK: You don't have a boyfriend right now. MADISON: I will have a boyfriend by this time next year. JACK: Okay, well, I don't have a girlfriend this time this yea Okay? So please. MADISON: No. JACK: But Lauren and Jesse and Amy and Ricky are gonna be there. MADISON: Lauren broke up with Jesse. JACK: Oh, so that's it. It had nothing to do with being a friend to me. MADISON: I told you that. JACK: No, you didn't. MADISON: No, I did. JACK: Madison, after all the time we spent together, and all the things we did together, you can't just do this for me? I really need you. MADISON: No, you need to get over Grace. And once you get over Grace, if I'm still around and I haven't found that boyfriend, then, maybe, I'll think about going out with you as a friend. But not now. No. JESSE'S BEDROOM Lauren comes to see Jesse. JESSE: Can you say, "Idiot?" Say, "Idiot." I want to be reminded every day that I'm an idiot. LAUREN: Hi. JESSE: Hi. LAUREN: Sorry to surprise you like this. JESSE: No, no, nice surprise. Come in. What's going on? LAUREN: Well, first of all, you're not an idiot. Okay, maybe just a little bit. But, I thought about it, and I guess a guy can make a mistake and learn from that mistake, right? JESSE: If you're talking about me, yeah. And I will never make the mistake of pushing youto do anything you don't wanna do. Never, never again. I swear. LAUREN: All right. JESSE: Really? All right? LAUREN: Yeah. JESSE: I'm kind of afraid to say it again. LAUREN: Don't be. JESSE: I love you. LAUREN: Thanks. I love you, too. (CELL PHONE VIBRATING) JESSE: Do you wanna get that? LAUREN: No. I'm sure it's just Madison. MADISON'S BEDROOM Madison lets a message for Lauren. MADISON(at phone): Hey! It's me, Madison. The new Madison. Madison with self-esteem. I told Jack no. It wasn't easy, but I did it. And I feel really good about it. So, maybe, graduation night, you and me, we can go do something. Go look for guys together or something. Um, okay. Call me. GRACE'S BEDROOM Jack wants to Grace and Daniel come with him at ceremony. JACK: I mean, it wasn't too weird, the senior dance, right? We had fun. So, maybe you two would wanna go to graduation with me. I mean, Daniel, you didn't even get to go to your own graduation because you graduated early. Maybe you'd enjoy going? DANIEL: Are you asking me out on a date? GRACE: Jack. JACK: I can't go by myself. GRACE: Your parents are gonna be here. JACK: That has loser written all over it. DANIEL: And taking your ex-girlfriend and her boyfriend wouldn't? JACK: I'm desperate. GRACE: Then ask Madison. Maybe she'd go with you. JACK: She already said no. GRACE: Then find somebody else. There are tons of girls out there, Jack. JACK: I can't just ask someone new to something important like that. GACE: Yeah, you can. JACK: It's a night I'm gonna remember for the rest of my life. Years from now, I'm gonna look back at the pictures and say, "Who is that random girl?" DANIEL: The girl you took to graduation. JACK: Fine. Forget it. (Jack leaves) DANIEL: He's a nut. Oh, no. No. You're not feeling sorry for him, are you? GRACE: Well, it's his senior year, and I don't know... DANIEL: Okay, Grace, that's it. I can't deal with your friends and all their issues. GRACE: What? DANIEL: I'm crazy about you. I am. And if you want to have a relationship with me, it's gotta be just you and me. Not you and me and Adrian and the neighbors. Or you and me and Jack. Or you and me and your mother. It's gotta be just you and me. BEN'S BEDROOM Alice is lying in the bed, Leo joins her. LEO: Alice, are you okay? ALICE: Yeah, thanks, Mr. Boykewich. I'm just waiting on Ben to get home. If you don't mind. LEO: No. No, I don't mind. ALICE: Henry broke up with me. LEO: What? You two have been together forever. ALICE: I know. But when we go to college, he wants to go to separate colleges. LEO: That's a whole year away from now. ALICE: I know. He broke up with me a year in advance. He just ruined my senior year. Maybe even my life. LEO: Don't cry, Alice. It'll be okay. I'll find Ben for you and get him over here. ALICE: It's just that I've never dated anyone else. I'm gonna have to start all over. I don't wanna start all over. I want Henry. And Henry doesn't want me. CAMILLE'S HOUSE Camille finds flowers in front of her door with an envelop. CAMILLE: "Would you mind calling me? I would really like to talk to you. Love, Leo." RESTAURANT Henry and Ben talks together. BEN: I'll have the usual. HENRY: I'll just have some bread. Thanks. Ugh. I can't eat. I still feel sick. BEN: Did you think this through, Henry? HENRY: No. I didn't think it through. It's just been in the back of my mind for months and then all of a sudden it was out of my mouth. I was gonna wait until this time next year. BEN: You were gonna wait until next year knowing this is how you feel about Alice? HENRY: I know, I know. I feel guilty about even having sex with her these past few months. But it's not that I don't love her. It's just that... I don't think I love her enough to think about making any kind of commitment. BEN: Well, you two were friends before you ever got together, so I'm sure you'll be friends again. HENRY: My mom said, "Friends to lovers forever. Lovers to friends, never." BEN: Never heard that one. HENRY: Yeah. Me neither. But I think she might be right. Alice isn't gonna want to be my friend. But you two should be friends. BEN: Of course. HENRY: Not too close of a friend. BEN: Henry, I would never... HENRY: Yeah, you say that now, but you're vulnerable and she's vulnerable. BEN: Henry, no. It's not gonna happen. HENRY: Don't let it happen, please. BEN: You're... You're not thinking right. Henry, you're my best friend. HENRY: So is Alice. BEN: I wish you'd talked to me before this happened. Maybe I could have done something. HENRY: I don't want you to do anything. I hate that this is happening, but it had to happen. I can't just keep screwing up my SATs. JUERGENS' HOUSE Anne is still here, Nora enters. NORA: Oh, hi. ANNE: Hi. NORA: I didn't realize you'd be here. I can go do something else. ANNE: Oh, no, that's okay. I think I might be here for a few days. I have this really huge project and I can't drive back and forth or I'll never get it done. But I think once it's done, I might be taking a little vacation. NORA: Good for you. So where's our old man? ANNE: Oh, he's taking Robie and Moose for a walk. NORA: I don't how you did it. I mean, he's a little immature, for lack of a better word. ANNE: Yeah. Charming, but immature. You're right. I don't think there really is a better word. NORA: But you must love him, right? I mean, you had three children with him, so you must really love him. ANNE: I guess. But not enough to be with him every day. It might be love, but it's a really low flame. NORA: Got it. ANNE: And you? Don't you have a girlfriend? Someone who works with Ruben or something? Amy told me. NORA: Yeah. Didn't work out.Turns out I'm immature. ANNE: Well, then, you and George should make good roommates. NORA: You sure you don't mind if I stay here? ANNE: Oh, I don't mind. I don't know how Ashley will feel when she gets home. NORA: Do you have any idea when that will be? ANNE: I talk to her on the phone every night. I think she might be getting a little bored, but I also don't think she'll ever be back here. Ashley's wanted to be someplace else since she was 13 years old. So maybe she'll get her own apartment, or, best case scenario, she'll wanna go to college. She's really a smart girl. NORA: She's got a smart mother. BUTCHER SHOP Bunny and Ricky close the store. BUNNY: Hey, thanks for sticking around. Couldn't have got that delivery put away without you. RICKY: No problem. Just doing my job. BUNNY: Yeah. Where is Prince Boykewich today? RICKY: I don't know. You don't know? BUNNY: Said he had personal business. (Amy enters in the store) AMY: Hey, Ricky. Hey, Bunny. RICKY: Hey, little man. JOHN: Daddy. AMY: He had a really good day today. He was outside running around all day, so he's gonna sleep really good tonight. RICKY: Oh, great. AMY: I stopped by and picked up your favorite movie you've always wanted me to see. RICKY: Seven Samurai? AMY: Yes BUNNY: Oh, good one. Enjoy that. AMY: And I stopped by the new Chinese restaurant on the corner, and guess what? RICKY: What? AMY: They have those scallion pancakes. Yeah. The ones you liked from the Chinese place in New York. Thought that Chinese food would go really good with the movie so I ordered dinner. And I'm buying. RICKY: Wow. Thanks. But you know, samurai are Japanese, not Chinese, not that it matters. AMY: Oh. There aren't any sushi places around. RICKY: I'd rather have Chinese anyway. AMY: Okay. Well, then, I guess I'll see you upstairs. What if we all put on our pajamas right away, wouldn't that be fun? RICKY: I don't have pajamas. AMY: I know. (Amy and John go upstairs) BUNNY: So, you got her just where you want her, don't you? RICKY: What? BUNNY: What's going on? RICKY: Nothing. Life is good. BUNNY: I know you. You're up to something. RICKY: No, she's up to something. She's trying to get a proposal out of me. BUNNY: And? RICKY: And I intend to enjoy that. BUNNY: Yeah, well, don't take that too far. RICKY: I won't. I really love Amy. BUNNY: Are you gonna propose to her? RICKY: I'd tell you, but I know you don't like to discuss personal business at work. Night, Bunny. End of the episode.

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Previously on “the Secret Life of the American Teenager” AMY: I want to be married. MADISON: You may never get that, Amy. RICKY: Do you like it? JOHN: Yes, dad. RICKY: I'm gonna wait. Give it to her the night I graduate from high school. BEN: This is about Camille. LEO: When do you think it would be too soon to give her a call? BEN: Tell her that you and Betty have gone your separate ways, and... you just want to say hello. HENRY: We've been together since the third grade. ALICE: Henry, you are not breaking up with me at school, are you? ADRIAN: I have to be at that graduation ceremony in a cap and gown. ADRIAN: I know someone who lives upstairs. OMAR: Who's that? ADRIAN: Some really rude, obnoxious guy named Dante. OMAR: You're Adrian, aren't you? ADRIAN: Yeah. And you are? OMAR: Omar. ADRIAN: His brother. MADISON: I don't want to go to any graduation stuff with you. JACK: I can't go through graduation solo. JESSE: I will never make the mistake of pushing you to do anything you don't wanna do. DANIEL: If you want have a relationship with me, it's gotta be just you and me. BEN: You're my best friend. HENRY: So is Alice. ANNE:You and George make good roommates. NORA: You sure you don't mind if I stay here? BUNNY: You're up to something. RICKY: She's trying to get a proposal out of me. BUNNY: And? RICKY: And I intend to enjoy that. LAUREN'S BEDROOM Ken doesn't wants to Lauren go in the summer house of Jesse. KEN: No. I don't think that's a good idea. Not at all. LAUREN: Dad, you have to let me go, it's Jesse's graduation party. KEN: I don't have to let you go, I really don't. LAUREN: But it's his and his family's party for him and his friends. And all my friends are going. KEN: Is your brother going? LAUREN: Ugh, he's not even going to graduation! KEN: Oh. Right. LAUREN: Yeah, Mr. Smarty Pants thinks it's beneath him. KEN: Mr. Smarty Pants, huh? Jason has to be at his school Friday to register for summer school, he had no choice. Is Madison going? Her dad's gonna let her spend the night at some house on the lake fifty Miles from here? LAUREN: That depends on how this goes. And Amy's parents are letting her go. KEN: Well, I think she's already moved out of the house. And I don't see Ricky going to a party like this. LAUREN: I do. If he's not gonna marry her, it's the least he can do. KEN: I'm not going to get into all that. Jesse's parents gave him permission to use their summer house on the lake? They know he's throwing a party and they're OK with that? LAUREN: Yes. They think it's a good, safe place to have a party. KEN: Drinking near a lake is safe. LAUREN: Who said anything about drinking? KEN: Don't be so naive, Lauren. It's a graduation party with no parents around for 50 Miles, there's gonna be drinking and probably other illegal activities, and so couples having sex. I don't want you doing any of that. LAUREN: I'm not gonna do any of that stuff. Dad, don't you trust me by now? KEN: I do, I do trust you, Lauren. I trust that you won't drink, that you won't do anything illegal, and that you won't have sex in high school. LAUREN: I won't. I promise. MADISON'S HOUSE Madison talks about the summer house to her father. MADISON'S FATHER: So you want to go to the party, but you don't want to go with Jack? MADISON: Well, I kind of want to go with Jack, but I told him that I'm not doing any of the senior stuff with him. MADISON'S FATHER: And why did you tell Jack you don't want to do any of the senior stuff with him? MADISON: Because I have too much self-esteem. I said I'd go as his friend, but I really don't want to. 'Cause he doesn't love me, he loves grace. MADISON'S FATHER: But if Jack finds out that you're going to the party, and he asks you to go with him? MADISON: I'm going with friends, I'm not going with or for Jack. MADISON'S FATHER: Really? Are you sure you're not saying this just so I won't think that you're sleeping with Jack? Not that I'm saying that you can go. MADISON: Dad, everyone is going. Please, just let me go, please! MADISON'S FATHER: I just don't like the idea of a bunch of seniors out partying all night. I'm sure there'll be booze, and worse. MADSON: Well, there won't be any drinking and driving because everyone's spending the night at the house. MADISON'S FATHER: So, there will be drinking? MADISON: I'm not going to drink or do anything worse. MADISON'S FATHER: I'd just feel better about it if the lake house was a little closer. If it was somewhere I could come and pick you up if something doesn't go the way you expect it to and you want to come home. MADISON: Jack can bring me home if I want to come home. You know, we're still good enough friends. He'd do that I'm sure. MADISON'S FATHER: Well, he won't be able to do that if he's been drinking, will he? MADISON: Well, then, I can drive myself home. MADISON'S FATHER: From some place 50 Miles away from here in the middle of the night that you've never been to before? MADISON: Dad, I'm not gonna have to drive myself home. Just let me go, please. RICKY'S APARTMENT Amy tries to convince Ricky to go in the summer house. AMY: We can get a babysitter. I'm sure my dad would be happy to take John for the night. RICKY: No, I don't want to get a babysitter to go somewhere I don't want to go. I don't even like getting babysitters to go somewhere we do want to go. AMY: I wanna go. Madison and Lauren are going and a lot of other people. It would be fun to do something less adult and more high school, for a change. RICKY: Yeah, I don't really want to drive 50 Miles to be with a bunch of kids drinking and doing other stupid stuff and having sex. I'd like to do something less high school, more adult. AMY: But it's going to be your last night of high school. RICKY: Yeah. High school. Just graduation from high school. It's not that big a deal. AMY: It's a very big deal. Twelve years of school you've finished? Hello, that's quite an accomplishment. RICKY: If you feel that way about it, then you party at some lake house on your graduation night, but I don't want to, Amy. I want it to be just you and me. Here. Right here. You and me and our son. AMY: Aw, come on, it's you and me and John all the time. We should make it special, graduation night. Really special. And out in the outdoors like that, who knows what kind of crazy things could happen. RICKY: Not me. And I don't want to know. And I promise, graduation will be special with just the two of us. I promise. Promise. No. It doesn't matter what you do. You can't talk me into it. So, don't even try, all right? You've done enough for me lately. AMY: But you won't do this one little thing for me? RICKY: No. THE SECRET LIFE OF THE AMERICAN TEENAGER – OPEN CREDITS HIGH SCHOOL Grace comes around Adrian. GRACE: What are you thinking? ADRIAN: I don't know, what am I thinking? GRACE: You're gonna go after Dante's brother, Adrian? His Brother, Adrian?! It's bad enough you don't see to have any boundaries, when it comes to going after friend's boyfriend or your boyfriend's friend or whatever Ben was, but this is Dante's older brother. It's his brother, Adrian! ADRIAN: Dante should have called me. GRACE: He's backpacking across Europe with his buddies. ADRIAN: He should have told me he was going. GRACE: You just met Dante! To tell you everything. ADRIAN: Well, I don't have to him everything either. Don't forget, I'm still married. GRACE: OK, I thought you liked Dante. Do not go out with his brother, if you like Dante. He's going to Europe back, hen when he gets maybe your divorce papers will be filed, and you'll be free go Out with him for real. ADRIAN: I'm free now. He just isn't around. And I'm not gonna wait around for him. Look, I really like his brother. I really like Omar. (Ben joins the girls) BEN: Good morning. GRACE: Good morning. ADRIAN: What's going on? BEN: Well, we got invited to a party. ADRIAN: "We", who? BEN: We. You and me. I guess Lauren's boyfriend thinks we're all friends, and I think he's even inviting you, too, grace. You and whoever you want to bring. To his family's summer house, at the lake, graduation night. ADRIAN: And, um, whoever I'd like to bring? BEN: You... you're bringing your'e not even divorced yet. ADRIAN: I know. I was just asking. BEN: Hmm. Whatever Adrian, I'd love to see you interest other than Ricky. I can still drive you up there, if you want. ADRIAN: Um, that's OK. I think I'll just and her new friends, if her new friends are going. You know, it might be worth if we went together, you might meet someone up there or something. BEN: I might. ADRIAN: Mmm-hmm. (Ben leaves) ADRIAN: I hope that stupid consuler don't get up on stage with everyone else, if she doesn't, then... Graduation could be depressing. You know, maybe we can go to the lake a little sooner, have our own party. Know what I mean? GRACE: Yeah, I know but it's not our house. And I don't even know if Jannie gonna want to go. ADRIAN: Are you having a trouble with Daniel? No. Not really. It's just...He's a little bit more muter then my high-school's friends. you know, I don't know if he wants to go, he is in collage. ADRIAN: Hmm, if he thought you'll have sex with him, at the lake, he'd go. GRACE: I don't think he will want to use Jessie's parents' lake house for those purposes his own apartment. ADRIAN: I'm gonna go see the counselor. (Cellphone rings) ADRIAN(at phone): Omar. Hey yourself. Adrian leaves, Jack comes to see Grace. JACK: What's going on? You hear about Jesse's party? GRACE: Yeah, I heard. But I'm not a senior and I'm not graduating, and my boyfriend's in college, so... JACK: So are you going? GRACE: I don't know. JACK: Well, you should go, whether Daniel goes or not, you should go. It's all your old friends. Last chance to be with our senior class. GRACE: I don't think I want to go. JACK: You're making too big a deal out of it. It's one night with a bunch of old friends. GRACE: OK, I'll think about it. Ben talks with Alice. ALICE: But graduation is the last day of school. We always spend the last day of school together. You, me and Henry. BEN: Yeah. Um, I guess we won't do that this year, unless of course, you and Henry decide you want to, and then the three of us can go to the party. ALICE: The three of us? Ben, there is no three of us. We're gonna be taking turns with you. 'Re sharing custody. Didn't Henry tell you? BEN: Uh, no. ALICE: Yeah. So... I thought we'd hang out at your house, we've always hung out at your house the last day of school. BEN: Henry said he wanted to go to this party. It's up at Jesse's parents' lake house, it's the same night. ALICE: Well, that's not our agreement. BEN: I'll talk to Henry. ALICE: Good. Ricky walks in the hall and meets Adrian. ADRIAN: Don't run away. You don't have to be afraid of me. RICKY: I'm not afraid of you. ADRIAN: Well, she has someone in there. I'm just waiting around to see if I can go up on stage with the rest of you at graduation. I won't get a diploma yet, but it would be nice if I could at least feel as if I'm still part of the class, you know? I still can't believe this last year, lousy year for me. What's going on? RICKY: I don't know. Counselor asked me to stop by, I'm stopping by. ADRIAN: No, something else is going on. You and Amy are OK, right? RICKY: Yeah. ADRIAN: Are you and Amy going to that party, after graduation? RICKY: No. ADRIAN: Oh, that's too bad. I think I'm going. It'll be fun. You know, all of us together one last time. And I will be bringing someone with me, so it's not like I will be trying to put the moves on you, all right? RICKY: No one said you were. We just have other things to do that night. ADRIAN: All right, well, I'm not gonna make a big deal out of it. I'll be seeing you in the fall, you know. RICKY: Don't go to the same school as me, Adrian, there are plenty of other schools. Don't cause any more trouble for me or for Amy. Start your life somewhere else, why don't you? ADRIAN: I'll start my life wherever I want. I love you, I've always loved you, and one day I will make love to you again. I don't care what happens with you and Amy, mark my words, it will happen. Maybe not before we close out our senior years here, but it will happen. The counselor goes out of her office. KATELYN: Oh. Hi, Adrian. I wasn't expecting you. I was expecting you, come on in. I do have some good news for you, though. You may attend graduation in cap and gown, and we'll even present you with a diploma that's dated August, but not yet signed, but I know it will be. ADRIAN: Yes! Thank you so much! This means so much to me! Oh, you're the best, Ms. McGillecuty. Thank you! KATELYN: McGillecuty? (Katelyn is alone with Ricky) KATELYN: So, you have one more week until graduation, and that leaves you with one more week to write a speech. RICKY: To write a speech? I thought my classes were pretty much over. KATELYN: They are. You ended up with the highest scores, the highest average by just this much. RICKY: Oh. Yeah, OK. Well, I guess that's good. What speech? KATELYN: At graduation? You're valedictorian. RICKY: No. No, thanks. I decline. KATELYN: You can't. RICKY: I just did. KATELYN: No, really, this is big! I mean, this is something that you're gonna remember for the rest of your life. This is something that your mothers are gonna remember, and your dad, and Amy and... RICKY: No. KATELYN: You have to. RICKY: No, I don't. I respectfully decline. I don't want the honor. KATELYN: Don't make me talk to Amy. OK, sorry about that. But you should do this. RICKY: I don't do shoulds. I should have worn a condom, for example. KATELYN: Are you thinking you don't deserve this? Ricky, you deserve this. After all that you've endured, after how hard you've worked to overcome your personal circumstances, after achieving the highest academic record at a top-rated high school, you deserve this. RICKY: I can't. I really can't. Even if I wanted to do it, I can't. KATELYN: You can do anything. BOYKEWICH'S COMPANY Leo arrives in office. NORA: Hey there. How was lunch? LEO: Eh, it was lunch. Any phone calls? NORA: Let me see, let me see... Oh, yeah. Just the one. Just someone named... Huh, I can hardly read my writing here. Oh, yeah, Camille? LEO: Oh, any message? NORA: Yeah, she says she'd like to have an after work drink with you, if you have do you have time? She said I could just, uh, call her and let her know. LEO: I guess I could do that. NORA: 6:00? LEO: OK, or whatever time she can get there. NORA: The usual? LEO: Yeah, don't want to make it too important, you know. NORA: Yeah, I know. Oh, I hope she doesn't want the job back. LEO: I would never give her the job back, the job is all yours. You have been doing a really good job so far, so, just keep it up. (Phone ringing) NORA(at phone): Boykewich International. How may I help you? What's wrong, Betty? Are you crying? I'm, I'm sorry, I can't understand you. HIGH SCHOOL Jack looks at his case. Katelyn walks in the hallway. KATELYN: Hi, there. JACK: Oh. Hi. KATELYN: Finding it a little scary to leave? JACK: No, I'll be back tomorrow, we still have a week left. KATELYN: I meant, leave high school. JACK: No, you know, I'm kind of looking forward to a fresh start. It's time for me to leave here. Too many bad memories here. KATELYN: Bad memories? Jack, you're captain of the football team, you can play any sport you want to, you have got offers for scholarships to both colleges you want to go to, you've done really well here. And you're popular. And on top of that, you're a nice guy. JACK: Yeah, but I can't have the one thing I really want. Grace. KATELYN: Grace bowman? JACK: Yeah, we dated her first year here and then on and off, and...I love her, I've always loved her. KATELYN: Aw, that's... wait, I, I thought you and Madison... JACK: She's a nice girl, but grace is the one. KATELYN: Oh, well, you never know what'll happen in life. Maybe you'll go your separate ways for now, and maybe you'll come back to each other, or maybe there's some lucky girl out there that's waiting for a guy like you're going to college, that's exciting. It's gonna be fun, you're gonna do well. Focus on that. And focus on this: Um, we would like you to say the prayer at graduation ceremonies. JACK: Oh, really? KATELYN: Maybe grace could help you with writing the prayer. JACK: Yeah. Yeah, thanks, I'll do it. I'll, I'll definitely do it. KATELYN: Good. JACK: Yeah. Ben and Henry walks out. BEN: So have you and Alice been talking? Any kind of agreement between the two of you? HENRY: What? BEN: A custody agreement. HENRY: That's, that's ridiculous. You're not a child, and you're certainly not our child, you're our friend. BEN: Do you? HENRY: Yes. BEN: Henry! Oh, for God's sake, man, I can't be swapped back and forth between the two of you for the rest of our lives like I'm some child being fought over in a divorce. HENRY: It's not like that. BEN: What's it like? HENRY: She gets you Thanksgiving day, I get you Thanksgiving night. She gets Christmas and I get new year's, it's every other Monday holiday, I get you easter, she gets fourth of July. We're not fighting at all. We have a very sound agreement that we're both happy with. BEN: What about graduation? Because she wants to come over to my house the last day of school, and graduation's that night, and... And by the way, I am a grown man, and this is ridiculous! You two have put me right in the middle. So if you want to go to the party at the lake house with me, then tell Alice that's the way it's gonna be. Don't put me in the position of telling her, OK? HENRY: Hey, all right, forget it. Just, just let Alice go with you. I'm the one who caused all this pain, so let her go. BEN: I don't want to go with Alice, I want to go and have a good time and not worry about Alice. If Alice goes then I'll have to take care of her, look out for her, make sure she's having a good time... HENRY: And you wouldn't do that for me? BEN: Would I need to do that for you? HENRY: I'm going through a break-up, man, I'm lost. BEN: I'm going through a divorce. We're both lost. But you can't just lean on me, we're gonna have to lean on each other. HENRY: Just face it, Alice is stronger than both of us. BEN: Maybe she was, but I don't know anymore. HENRY: Wait. Like I stole her chi? Did she tell you I stole her chi? Because I didn't steal her chi. Life energy? BEN: Oh. BUTCHER SHOP Ricky enters in the store. BUNNY: What's up? RICKY: I don't know, I just got here. BUNNY: You got a look on your face. RICKY: No, I don't. BUNNY: Yeah, you do. RICKY: All right, I do. But you don't like to get involved with people and their personal problems, so, don't. BUNNY: You're asking her to marry you, aren't you? RICKY: What? BUNNY: That's it, isn't it? OK, just tell me that that's it and I'll stay out of it, but I won't be able to keep the smile off my face until I see the ring on her finger. RICKY: No. That's not it. That's not it at all. I'm valedictorian. BUNNY: You are? RICKY: Yeah, I am. And now I've got to give this stupid speech at graduation, and I don't want to. But I got to. So... BUNNY: So that's good, too. Congratulations. And you're asking Amy to marry you? RICKY: All right, all right, I don't know how you figured that out, but yes. But only if it all works out and the timing is right, and... BUNNY: Mmm. Congratulations. RICKY: You're the first person I've told. But you're a very important person to me, bunny. You've made a big difference in my life. You've taught me a lot. BUNNY: I know. JUERGENS' HOUSE Ricky comes to talks to George. GEORGE: She's not home yet. RICKY: Good. I wanted to get here before she gets here. GEORGE: I'm happy you're here before she gets here. We're talking about your mother, right? RICKY: Right. Is everything going OK? GEORGE: Oh, everything is going very OK. RICKY: Is Anne OK with her staying here? GEORGE: Oh, Anne is more than OK with her staying here. RICKY: What does that mean? GEORGE: That means that I think someone has a crush on someone, know what I mean? RICKY: I have no idea what you mean. GEORGE: I saw Anne looking at your mother and I saw your mother looking back at her. RICKY: Huh? GEORGE: Oh, yeah. There's a romance brewing all right. I saw it with my own eyes. RICKY: Between Amy's mother and my mother? No, no that would not be good. GEORGE: Are you kidding? That would be great. That'd mean the whole time I was cheating, I had a reason to cheat because my ex-wife is gay. That would mean that nothing was my fault, it was all her fault. If those two h*t it off, I h*t the jackpot, all guilt is resolved and I am king! RICKY: Anne is not gay, OK? She had a boyfriend, that architect, and then there was her old high school boyfriend, and... GEORGE: And none of those relationships worked out either. RICKY: That doesn't mean she's gay. GEORGE: Well, not in and of itself, but, I sense a strong possibility, very strong possibility. RICKY: No. I think my mom would have said something to me. GEORGE: Well, wait around until she gets home, and maybe you can get her to say something. RICKY: That's not what I came by for. GEORGE: What'd you come by for? (Nora comes in) NORA: Oh, hi, honeys, I'm home. GEORGE: Hi. RICKY: Hi. NORA: What's for dinner? Are you and Amy eating with us? RICKY: No, no, we're eating at home. Speaking of which, I better go. Yeah, I better go. Goodnight. Ricky leaves. NORA: What was that all about? GEORGE: I don't know. He came over here to see me about something, but never got around to telling me what. NORA: Oh, no. You didn't say anything about your stupid theory, did you? GEORGE: I couldn't help myself. NORA: OK, now he's gonna say something to Amy, and Amy's gonna say something to Anne, and Anne is gonna drive over here, and kick me out of this place, and then I'm gonna have no place to go. GEORGE: There's no reason the three of us can't live here together. NORA: Snap out of it! RICKY'S APARTMENT Amy goes home. AMY: Ricky? Huh, daddy isn't here. I wonder where daddy is. (Cell phone ringing) AMY(at phone): Hello? MADISON(at phone): That idiot invited Adrian to the party! LAUREN: He's not an idiot, he just didn't know. AMY(at phone): Oh. Well, I don't think I can talk Ricky into it anyway. MADISON(at phone): No, Amy, we have to go. We shouldn't let Adrian ruin this for us. AMY(at phone): But the three of us are kind of seeing this as our party, and it's not our party. MADISON(at phone): Uh, yes, it is! It's our last chance to be with these seniors at a party and you have to talk Ricky into coming! I mean you got him that special ice cream thing, whatever it was and, and you washed his hair. I mean, I don't think he'd marry you for that, but he should at least come to one stupid party for you for that. AMY(at phone): He doesn't have to go to the stupid party if he doesn't want to go. MADISON(at phone): Well, you want to go. AMY(at phone): I don't know if I do, Madison, not if Adrian's gonna be there. MADISON(at phone): We can't let Adrian ruin this for us. AMY(at phone): OK, well, um, look, I want to get John ready for bed before Ricky gets home. I have to run, bye. MADISON'S HOUSE LAUREN: She shouldn't let Adrian keep her from going. MADISON: Why did he invite her? LAUREN: Jesse was just being nice. You know, he wanted me to feel comfortable, and have some of my friends there. MADISON: Well, I already told my dad that your dad said yes. LAUREN: He'll say yes. He's already leaning towards yes. I made it an issue of trust. My family's really big on trust. So, I'm going to that party. MADISON: But you don't sound very excited about it. LAUREN: Yeah, I don't know. I thought about it, and I just wish Jesse asked me about the whole thing first. I don't really want to go to a big party, I'd rather just be with him. Big parties are just trouble waiting to happen. And if anyone does anything stupid at this party, then somehow I'm gonna get in trouble. MADISON: Um, hello. If anyone gets in trouble, it's gonna be Jesse, it's his party. LAUREN: Yeah. He doesn't seem too worried about it, so, I guess it'll be OK. MADISON: You guess it'll be OK? Just OK? No, it's gonna be great. I really want to go to a party. I have never been to a party. Not a real, like, unchaperoned, no parents, fifty Miles away from civilization kind of party. LAUREN: Yeah, I know. Neither have I. But I don't know why, I'm just not getting a good feeling about it now that I've made it so important to go. MADISON: Well, you're just nervous, it's gonna be fun. LAUREN: I hope so. And I hope Jesse doesn't have any plans to try anything again. He promised he wouldn't, but he won't, will he? MADISON: I think you've made your feelings about not wanting to have sex pretty clear. RICKY'S APARTMENT Ricky goes home. RICKY: I picked up dinner. Sorry, I should've left you a note. AMY: No. Here you go, buddy. That's OK, that's so nice of you. Oh, I love Chinese. It always reminds me of that weekend in New York. RICKY: We didn't talk about going to parties or socializing with friends, or any of that over that weekend in New York, did we? AMY: No. And we don't have to talk about that now because that is not a problem. If you didn't want to ever socialize with my friends or ever go out to parties, then that would be a problem, maybe. if just this one time, you don't want to go, well, it is your graduation and I'm gonna do whatever it is you want to do because that night is all about you, not me. RICKY: I tell you what, Amy, if after graduation, you still want to go to this party, then you go. I totally trust you. And if you want to have some fun with Madison and Lauren, you should go. And I'll be happy to stay home with John. AMY: But it's your graduation. We should celebrate together. RICKY: Truthfully, I just can't wait to get it over with. AMY: Oh, no. I hope I haven't ruined it for you. Wait, Ricky, you should be enjoying every single minute of it. RICKY: I, I can't. AMY: Why? Because I've been pushing you about this party? I'm so sorry, Ricky. I'm really sorry. RICKY: No, it's not that. AMY: What is it? RICKY: I'm, you know, the, uh, valedictorian. AMY: What? Ricky, congratulations! Oh, my God! That's insane! That's awesome! That's wonderful! I love you! RICKY: I love you, too. AMY: What? Is something wrong? RICKY: No, no, nothing is wrong. I just found out today, and it's a lot of pressure. And I just want you and John to be proud of me. AMY: Oh, my gosh! We're so proud of you. We were proud of you before, we're proud of you now, and I just hope you're proud of yourself. RICKY: I love you, Amy. AMY: I love you, too. Valedictorian! That's insanely good! RICKY: Have you talked to your mom lately? AMY: No. LEO’S CAR Camille joins Leo in the car. LEO: Hi. CAMILLE: Hi. It's good to see you. Where's Mike? LEO: Oh, Betty called. After we made our plans Betty called, her mom died, and I let Mike take her to the airport. I'm having her go home on the corporate jet. CAMILLE: And you didn't want to see her off? LEO: Maybe I should have, but, no, I didn't want to see her off. I was looking forward to seeing you. I was hoping I'd be seeing you wear that bracelet that I sent you. You didn't like it? CAMILLE: I loved it. I was hoping that you would help me put it on. LEO: I'd love to. CAMILLE: Thank you. LEO: Thank you for waiting. CAMILLE: Yeah, 25 years is a long time to wait. LEO: I'm not divorced yet, you know. But I think it's all gonna go just fine. CAMILLE: I hope so. LEO: I know so. (They kiss) LEO: Want to go to dinner? CAMILLE: I'd love to go to dinner. AIRPORT Betty waits someone to pick up. MAN: We'll come and get you in 10 minutes, Mrs. Boykewich. Sorry, last minute call, we just want to make sure that everything is perfect for you. BETTY: Oh, thank you. Well, just make sure the wings are perfect. That's all I'm really worried about. You know, the wings falling off. MAN: I'm sure the wings are fine. We're just making sure that the catering is in place. BETTY: Oh, good, 'cause I'm really hungry. You know, all this grieving that I have been doing has just given me a really huge appetite. MAN: We'll be right back to get you. BETTY: OK. The man leaves and another man joins her. MAN: So sorry to hear about your loss. May I sit down? BETTY: Mmm-hmm. MAN: Uh, it wasn't your husband by any chance, was it? BETTY: Oh, no. No, it wasn't my husband. My husband and I are getting a divorce. MAN: What! Who would divorce a lovely lady such as yourself? BETTY: Leo Boykewich. MAN: The sausage king? BETTY: Yeah, but actually I was the one that asked for the divorce. I'm gonna go back to college. And I'm starting a whole new life on my own. MAN: Divorce attorney. If I could be of any help whatsoever, you give me a call. And I am very sorry for your loss. BETTY: Oh, well, thank you. So, you have your own jet? MAN: Belongs to a client of mine. And you too could have a jet, sweetheart, if you want one. BETTY: Really? GRACE’S HOUSE Kathleen is at phone with someone. KATHLEEN(at phone): I'll think about it. No. I will. I will. I promise. I miss you. In fact, I miss you so much I just might do it. OK. OK. Goodnight. I love you. (She hangs up. Grace is here) GRACE: You might just do what? KATHLEEN: Oh, I just might go to Kenya to meet Jeff and stay in this resort with him for a week. Just so we can see each other, and...Honey, I don't know. I miss him. I really do. I just don't know if I would ever move there. You know, although I've never been anywhere in Africa, so, maybe I should go. GRACE: If you go, when might you be going? KATHLEEN: I might be going the week school is out. That would be the best time to go. I think. GRACE: Yeah. Mmm-hmm. That would. KATHLEEN: Did you need me for something? Did you want to ask me something? GRACE: No. I just want to get something to drink. KATHLEEN: Oh. OK. You didn't want to ask me something about some party at a lake house? GRACE: Oh, yeah, that party. And yeah, I hadn't really decided if it was something I wanted to go to yet. You know, with Daniel. He's in college and I don't know if I want to take him to a high school party. How did you even know about that? KATHLEEN: How else? GRACE: Damn Jack! (Jack comes in) JACK: Hello, ladies. KATHLEEN: Hello, Jack. GRACE: I hate it when you get to my mother with information before I do. JACK: Oh, you mean the party. Yeah, I was just telling her that if you didn't go with Daniel, that I could give you a ride and I'd keep an eye on you. GRACE: I don't need you to keep an eye on me.I don't need you to give a ride. I can get a ride with Adrian. KATHLEEN: Well, I haven't even said that you could go yet. GRACE: Can I go? May I go? KATHLEEN: Maybe, I need to think about it. And it depends on who you're going with. I might want to talk to the parents first. JACK: Goodnight. GRACE: I will get you a number. KATHLEEN: Thank you. Grace catches up Jack in the hallway. GRACE: Maybe I don't want to go to that party. JACK: Or maybe you do. I mean, if your boyfriend wants to go, or if he'll let you go alone. GRACE: He doesn't tell me what to do. I just don't want to go unless he wants to go. I don't think. JACK: All right. Well, whatever. Look, I need your help with something. GRACE: Oh, yeah. What? JACK: I'm saying the prayer for the graduating class. GRACE: Are you kidding? You're like the worst public speaker ever. Jack, you're giving the graduation prayer. I'll totally help you. JACK: Thanks Grace. GRACE: It'll be my graduation present to you. Good night. Grace leaves and Tom joins Jack. TOM: She was always a sucker for helping people. GRACE: Shh. I know that. TOM: I need a favor. JACK: What's that? TOM: I would really like to go to that party. CONDO Someone knocks on the door. OMAR: It's me. It's Omar. ADRIAN: And, uh, what made you think I'd be alone and at home? OMAR: I wasn't thinking, I was just hoping and praying. (Omar kisses Adrian) OMAR: I can't stay. I just wanted to do that. I've been thinking about doing that since the last time I saw you. Made you forget about your old boyfriend for a few seconds, didn't I? Not your husband, your old boyfriend. You know I just ruined him for you, right? 'Cause if you ever kiss him again, you're gonna be thinking about me and that kiss that we just had. ADRIAN: Whoa! Don't go. OMAR: Oh, no, no, no. You got to be sure about me. Because I'm sure about you. So when you know in your heart of hearts that you are no longer in love with that man, you let me know. BEN’S BEDROOM Alice and Henry come together. BEN: Hey, look who's here! Are you guys... ALICE: Look, Ben, we don't want to get into this at school today. HENRY: No, because it's no one's business but ours. BEN: What is no one's business but ours? OK, there is no custody agreement. You cannot have custody of me, either one of you. This is ridiculous. We've all been friends since the third grade, and you're gonna have to figure out a way to still be friends. Be friends! I want you to be friends. It's not gonna happen overnight, but it should happen before the first holiday where I'm assigned to one of you. HENRY: We've decided that we will never be friends. ALICE: And because we'll never be friends... HENRY: We shouldn't be friends with you either, either one of us. For the time being. It just makes things more painful for both of us. BEN: Oh. And why shouldn't I be in pain too? As if I haven't been in enough pain already this year? Did you two make this decision with my feelings in mind at. No, of course not. It's all about the two of you. The whole world is about the two of you. Fine. Goodbye. We'll all break up then. Bye, Ben. HENRY: So, I'm only allowed to say bye or goodbye. So, goodbye. I'll call you! ALICE: We agreed, Henry! HENRY: Bye. Henry and Alice leaves, Leo comes to see her son. LEO: Hey, good morning. Did I hear Alice? Did Alice come by? BEN: Alice and Henry. Jeez, this is one nasty break-up. LEO: Lot of break-ups are. You and I have been lucky that way. We were able to dissolve our marriages without any of that awful stuff. Of course, our exes, I can't believe I'm even saying that, "our exes." Anyway, they each had something they were excited about. Something that's gonna be better for them. So, if you could find something better for those two, maybe that would help. BEN: Uh, I was hoping Henry would go to this graduation party at Jesse's lake house. Well, his parents' lake house, he's Lauren's boyfriend. He's inviting a lot of people and I was hoping there might be someone there for each of us to get excited about. LEO: What party? BEN: Oh, it's, uh, it's on the last day of school. Graduation is that night and Jesse invited a bunch of people to drive up there and spend the night at the cabin. LEO: And what night is that? BEN: Why? LEO: You're gonna be gone all night? BEN: Yeah. Yeah, so have fun. Don't worry about me, the guy who just lost his two best friends. LEO: I'm sure you'll all be back together in no time. BEN: You're just high from your dinner with Camille last night. LEO: Maybe. GRACE’S HOUSE Adrian knocks on the door. GRACE: Hey, what are you doing here? ADRIAN: I've been up all night. GRACE: OK. Doing what? Oh, no. Omar? ADRIAN: No. No, not exactly. But Omar did come by last night. But he left two minutes later. GRACE: And? ADRIAN! And he kissed me. GRACE: Oh, I had assumed you guys had already done more than just kissed. ADRIAN: No. Why would you assume that? Never mind. He kissed me. And it was... I don't know, it was powerful and hypnotic. I can't get him out of my mind, I really can't, Grace. I have never been kissed like that by anyone before. GRACE: Not even Ricky? ADRIAN: Well, uh, you see, the thing is... GRACE: Uh-oh. ADRIAN: It's been a long time since I have kissed Ricky, a very long time. So, I really have to kiss him again. I have to. My life depends on it. So how can I do that? JUERGENS’ HOUSE Nora is at phone with someone. George joins her. NORA(at phone): I know, I know, he's an idiot. Oh, gotta go. Yeah, bye. GEORGE: So, you and the ex talking about me again? NORA: You're not the only idiot we know. GEORGE: So you were talking to Anne. NORA: No. Not necessarily. Hey, did you hear who's valedictorian at grant high school this year? GEORGE: Amy? NORA: Amy is not graduating from high school this year. GEORGE: I thought you meant in the coming year. NORA: I said, "this year." Jeez, you really are a bad communicator. GEORGE: Is that what she said? That I'm a bad communicator? I'm not a bad communicator, I just don't tell her everything. NORA: I am trying to tell you something! GEORGE: Well, then you're the bad communicator. Try harder. NORA: Ricky is valedictorian. GEORGE: Ricky who? Your Ricky? Amy's Ricky? He's that smart? NORA: Yes, he's that smart, apparently. He called me this morning to tell me. And Amy called Anne, and... GEORGE: And that's what he must have come over here to tell me last night. NORA: Why would he come all the way over here to tell you, when he called me this morning? He would have called you. GEORGE: Well, what else would he have come over here to tell me? NORA: Well, I don't know but if he came over here to tell you that, he would have just told you in front of... Oh! GEORGE: What? NORA: I bet he's gonna ask Amy to marry him. MARGARET’S APARTMENT Ricky visits Margaret. RICKY: He's got to spend the summer in juvie? The whole summer? Just for sending out a naked picture of his girlfriend? MARGARET: He's gonna have to do a whole summer of community service work. He's gonna be able to visit us from time to time on the weekends, if we get permission from his case worker, which I would imagine we can. But he's not moving here until the fall, and that's only if he behaves himself during the summer. But that's not what you're here for, to ask about that, what's going on? RICKY: Couple of things. MARGARET: A couple of things? Like what? RICKY: I'm valedictorian of my class. MARGARET: Well, isn't that something? I am so proud and I know Shakur will be, too. Top of your class. Valedictorian. Good for you, son, good for you. I couldn't be any happier than I am right in this moment. RICKY: Yeah, well, hold on to that feeling because I have something else to tell you, and I don't know how you're gonna feel about it. MARGARET: You're gonna ask Amy to marry you. Is that it? RICKY: Yeah. MARGARET: Yes! I knew it. I could feel it in my bones the last time I saw you with her. Of course, it goes against everything I always thought, but I have to tell you, I'm... I'm thrilled. I'm absolutely thrilled for both of you. RICKY: Well, she hasn't said yes yet. MARGARET: Well, what could possibly happen that she wouldn't say yes to a proposal of marriage from you? End of the episode.

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Previously on « The Secret Life of the American Teenager... » KEN: It's a graduation party with no parents around for 50 miles, there's gonna be drinking and probably other illegal activities. AMY: Graduation night. Really special. RICKY: No. GRACE: You're gonna go after Dante's brother? His brother? BEN: And then, the three of us can go to the party. ALICE: There's no three of us. We're gonna be taking turns with you. We're sharing custody. KATELYN: You're valedictorian. RICKY: No. No, thanks. I decline. BUNNY: And you're asking Amy to marry you. RICKY: All right, I don't know how you figured that out, but yes. GEORGE: There's a romance brewing all right. And I saw it with my own eyes. RICKY: Between Amy's mother and my mother? BETTY: My husband and I are getting a divorce. MAN: Divorce attorney. You give me a call. OMAR: You know I just ruined him for you, right? 'Cause if you ever kiss him again, you're gonna be thinking about me. ADRIAN: It's been a long time since I have kissed Ricky, a very long time. So, I really have to kiss him again. I have to. My life depends on it. GRACE'S HOUSE Jack and Grace prepare a speech. JACK: I'm terrible at this. GRACE: No, you're not. You lead the team in prayer before the game. You can do this. JACK: No, I don't, I don't lead the team in prayer, they haven't allowed that in years. GRACE: Then what are you guys talking about in the huddle? FLASHBACK, VESTERY Team talks. MAN: I can't believe you stole Madison from me and then you're still in love with Grace. MAN2 You're still in love with Grace? MAN3 I'm still in love with Grace and I've never been anywhere near herin the four years I've been here. MAN4 She's a junior, she's just been here three years. JACK: Do we have to talk about Grace before every game, you guys? It's part of the luck now, Pappas, we don't talk about her, then we lose. COACH: Get out there and get in the game! ALL: Go Lancers! GRACE'S HOUSE GRACE: Jack? JACK: Huh? GRACE: Focus! Why would they ask you to say the prayer at graduation, if you can't say a prayer at graduation? JACK: I don't know. Could be that counselor's first graduation, maybe she doesn't know. Maybe she's some kind of religious nut who's trying to sneak it in. I don't know. I don't know anything, including what I want to say. GRACE: Which is why I wrote something for you... (CELL PHONE RINGING) GRACE: It's Daniel. What are you doing? Are you going to help me or not? RICKY'S APARTMENT Amy reads a story to John. AMY: The end. Mommy's tired. I'm sorry. Let's go to bed, okay? JOHN: No. RICKY: No? JOHN: No. RICKY: It's time to go to bed, say goodnight to Mommy. Then Mommy, say goodnight to John. AMY: Goodnight, John. I love you. JOHN: Ring! RICKY: What? You want me to read? I'll read to you. AMY: Did he say, "read"? RICKY: I think he did, yeah. I'll read to him. JOHN: No. Ring. AMY: It sounds more like, "ring". RICKY: You're tired, you're hearing things. Goodnight. AMY: Okay, but I don't think I'm that tired. Goodnight. Oh, before I go to bed, are you going to let me read your speech? RICKY: No. AMY: Please. RICKY: No. AMY: Okay, well, I can't wait to hear it. RICKY: And I can't wait to get it over with. (Amy leaves) RICKY: What are you doing, buddy? AMY: Why would he say, "ring"? RICKY: He didn't. AMY: Okay. I just thought I heard... RICKY: You didn't. CONDO Adrian makes up for the graduate. ADRIAN: Just one last kiss, that's all I want is one last kiss. THE SECRET LIFE OF THE AMERICAN TEENAGER – OPEN CREDITS HIGH SCHOOL Amy tells the story of yesterday. AMY: Look, You have to swear. Swear that you won't as you both shall live. BOTH: Swear. AMY: John keeps saying, "ring". Ring. As in engagement ring? MADISON: He's saying, "engagement ring"? LAUREN: Are you sure? AMY: No, not "engagement ring," just "ring." MADISON: Okay. LAUREN: Yeah. Okay. AMY: I think John knows that Ricky has a ring for me. BOTH: Really? AMY: Yes, I think so. MADISON: Do you think he's going to ask you to marry him? AMY: I don't think it's a friendship ring. I don't know. Maybe it's tonight, he's acting really funny. LAUREN: He is delivering the commencement speech, maybe that's why he's acting funny. AMY: I don't think that's it. MADISON: Uh... Sorry. I have to go. Madison wants to talks to Jack. MADISON: Bye, Grant. I need to talk to Jack. GRANT: About something in front of me? We're buddies, me and Jack. MADISON: Ugh! Poor Amy thinks Ricky is going to propose to her. JACK: Is he? Lauren is still with Amy. LAUREN: Are you sure that John is saying, "ring"? AMY: Yes. I'm sure. Why would he keep ring?anything about an't LAUREN: I don't know. Lots of reasons. Maybe he saw a ring on TV. Or, he wants a ring for himself. Or, he sees that you wear rings. Or he heard your phone ring. AMY: I don't know, Lauren. There's just this... This look on Ricky's face. I think he's up to something. And then John started saying "ring" all the time, and, Lauren, maybe this is it. I mean, maybe Ricky is really Grace comes to Grant. GRACE: Hi. GRANT: Oh. Hi, Grace. How are you? GRACE: I'm fine. I just thought I would come over and say hello, I haven't heard from you in a few weeks. GRANT: Yeah, I know, I've been kind of busy. Did you want something? GRACE: No, I just... I just thought I should come over and say hello. Since you know, we're both gonna be back at med camp this summer, and I hope that we're still friends, like you said. We're still friends, right? GRANT: Of course. Which doesn't mean I'll back away from competing with you at med camp. If that's what you were hoping. Oh, by the way. Did you hear Ricky is gonna propose to Amy? Grant leaves, Jack joins Grace. JACK: What's going on? GRACE: Oh, nothing. Grant says that Ricky Amy going to propose to marry him JACK: Amy told Madison could happen. Madison told me and Grant. And I guess he you before I told you. KATELYN: Jack, we need to talk. Right now. I'm afraid I made a mistake. In my office? Jack! HIGH SCHOOL/DANIEL'S APARTMENT Grace is at phone with Daniel. GRACE(at phone): Daniel? DAIEL(at phone): Busy last night, huh? GRACE(at phone): I am so sorry. DANIEL(at phone): You stay up helping Jack? GRACE(at phone): It was... It was... DANIEL(at phone): You didn't call me back. GRACE(at phone): I know, I did...sorry. I did help Jack for a little bit, and then, by the time I just fell asleep. DANIEL(at phone): Okay, well, as long fall asleep with him. GRACE(at phone): What? No! DANIEL(at phone): It was a joke. I called you late last night to tell you I'd take you to that party if you really wanted to go. GRACE(at phone): Really? DANIEL(at phone): Really. GRACE(at phone): Can Adrian ride with us? DANIEL(at phone): Can Adrian go to an overnight party with us? GRACE(at phone): Yeah? HIGH SCHOOL Jack is in the counselor's office. KATELYN: I don't know why a prayer in public about what you might say. I don't know, I just wasn't thinking. The principal said that used to be the prayer. But I didn't hear was so excited for you. What is wrong with me? JACK: That's okay, I figured it wasn't a prayer. I mean, we're not at football games, so...It makes sense to keep it separate. This is what I was going to take a look at it. KATELYN: Oh, nice. Oh, I like this. This is good. JACK: Grace helped me with it. Ben talks with Henry. BEN: Frankly, it's been a bad year and I can't wait to get over celebrate that it's HENRY: Amen to that. BEN: But I'm happy year of high school. I would hate to leave after this one. I need to just have positive, you know? I need one good year in high school. And next year is gonna be it. HENRY: Yeah, I'd like to just the hell out of here. Another year of looking at Alice crying, I don't think I can do it. Alice talks with Jack. ALICE: Yeah. I do remember. JACK: We had a good time, didn't we? We both like to dance. ALICE: Get away from Ben! Get! Go! You were saying? JACK: Go to graduation and the party with me. It'll be fun, we'll go as friends. I'm bringing Grace's brother, if he can go, he wants to go. ALICE: I don't know if I really feel like a party. JACK: Come on, Henry's probably going to be there with Ben. ALICE: He's not supposed to go anywhere with Ben. And neither am I. It's part of our agreement. JACK: Well, someone should go with Ben. ALICE: Why's that? JACK: 'Cause I think Ricky's going to propose to Amy. I'll get back to you. Alice joins Ben and Henry. BEN: Alice, please. Before you say anything, I'm the one who engaged Henry in conversation.I picked him up for school this morning. I'm sure we can all be friends. We all need friends. ALICE: You need friends. I hear Ricky is proposing to Amy, and it could be tonight. BEN: Good for him. Honestly. I don't care. I wish her all the best. And she's going to need it if she's actually stupid enough to marry that guy. HENRY: I thought you took that off. Adrian meets Ricky. ADRIAN: Hey! RICKY: Yeah, hey. ADRIAN: So, tonight's the big night. Well, at least for everyone but me. Still, I get to put on the cap and gown and go up with the rest of you. RICKY: What are you doing? ADRIAN: What? RICKY:Why are you in my personal space? ADRIAN: Am I? RICKY: Yeah. You are. Look, I really don't want anything to do with you, okay? I don't want to be rude, but I don't want you to come anywhere near me, not now, not for the rest of my life. ADRIAN: So, should we say an official goodbye? RICKY: Bye. ADRIAN: Hey. You're going to regret that. Especially if you're planning to propose to Amy at graduation. Jack is sitting in the stairs and remembers a moment about Grace and him. Coach joins him. COACH: It's okay, Pappas, college will be even better. JACK: It just kind of snuck up on me. That this would be the last day I'd be here. I loved going to school here. I love you, Coach, and I really appreciate everything you did for me, if I haven't told you that. COACH: Good to know you feel that way. I've got some good news for you. JACK: Good news like I failed? I'm not graduating? COACH: No, idiot. That wouldn't be good news. No, I'm going to college. Just got hired as the defensive coach. See you this summer at camp. GRACE'S HOUSE Kathleen and Tom talks together. TOM: What do you mean I can't go? I can go! I am invited. KATHLEEN: Tom, you have a family to take care of. You can't just leave and go to a party. TOM: No, I can. Rachel and the kids can take care of themselves. KATHLEEN: But, Tom, you are not a senior. And this is a graduation party for seniors. And you are not a graduating senior. TOM: Neither is Grace. Jack is going to give me a ride. KATHLEEN: Well, sure, Jack could give you a ride to the party, but he's going to party when he gets to the party, he can't just hang out with you. TOM: You mean, he can't keep an eye on me? I don't need no stinkin' babysitter, I'm a grown ass man! KATHLEEN: Oh, yeah? Then why don't you go out to the guest house and take care of the family that you said you wanted so badly? No party, Tom. I'm sorry, you just can't. TOM: Why don't you go to Africa, be with your husband and quit telling me what to do? KATHLEEN: I'm going. Geez. HIGH SCHOOL Ben enters in the hallway, Adrian is here. ADRIAN: Forget something? BEN: Yeah. I forgot that I won't be in summer school, and you will and this is the last day you and I will be in the same school hallway together. I was headed to the butcher shop and I saw your car. And, I just couldn't help myself. Give it up, Adrian. Give up Ricky. Not for me, but for you. I'm asking you as your friend and your soon to be ex-husband. ADRIAN: I'm thinking about it. BEN: While you wait in the hallway, dreaming about seeing him one last time? ADRIAN: Maybe. BEN: Adrian... You and me, we've got to move on. The two of them are gonna get married. Ricky and Amy and John are a family. And one day, you'll have a family, too. And so will I. Today's a good day to move on. ADRIAN: For you, too. I know you've heard the rumor that Ricky is proposing to Amy. BEN: Yeah, I have, and well... We'll see, won't we? ADRIAN: Yeah, we will see. BEN: Come on. Bunny doesn't need me today and we should celebrate. ADRIAN: Celebrate what? I'm not really graduating. BEN: Celebrate that we got through this year, and that we've got our whole lives ahead of us. Come on. I'll take you to Poppy's tacos. ADRIAN: Okay. BEN: I'll wait for you in the parking lot. Ben leaves and Adrian remember a memory about her and Ricky. JUERGENS' HOUSE Amy and John enters in the house. GEORGE: Hey, what are you doing here? I thought I was gonna pick up John at the graduation. Doesn't he want to see his dad graduate? I know I do. I want to hear the speech. AMY: I have a dress here I want to get. I'm just stopping by to get it. Did I disturb you or something? GEORGE: No. ANNE: Oh. Amy. Hi. Hi, John. AMY: Hi. What's going on? BOTH: Nothing. AMY: Okay. ANNE: Well, I just thought I'd, you know, go to the graduation with your dad. I was invited, and I'd like to see Ricky graduate, too. AMY: Any special reason for that? ANNE: Well, he's the father of your baby and you live with him. AMY: All right. Anything else? Never mind. I just thought maybe he said something to you. GEORGE: Is something going on? AMY: I don't know. I just think that it's going to be a very special night. (Amy leaves) GEORGE: All I know is it's been a very special afternoon. ANNE: I can't believe you thought I was looking at Nora. GEORGE: Sorry. You still got it, you know that? ANNE: I know that. And just so you know, that was not a commitment. That was what it was. GEORGE: All right. Whatever you say. ANNE: What do you say? GEORGE: I say despite everything we've been through, despite all the times and ways we've hurt each other, we're still friends. I'll go check on Robbie. ANNE: Friends? HIGH SCHOOL Ricky remember a moment about he sees Amy for the first time. He repeat his speech beafore the ceremony. RICKY: Thank you for coming tonight to share this experience with the graduating class of 2011. Thank you for sharing our excitement and our fear in leaving the hallways of Grant High School. The graduation ceremony starts. Students enter in the room. The principal makes a presentation speech. PRINCIPAL: Our invocation tonight is from one of our star athletes. Captain of the football team, and also quarterback here at Grant High. A young man who excels in math and science, although he hides the academic side well. I present to you, one of the most popular men of the graduating class of 2011. Jack Pappas. Jack Pappas. TOM: Nice job, Coach. JACK: I sometimes don't hear things the first time. This used to be the point in the program where someone said a prayer. But all of you know, I'm sure, I'm not allowed to pray. This is a school event, separation of church and state and all that. But let me just say, if people hadn't prayed along the way for me, like my mom and dad, that I don't think I'd be here to welcome you tonight. So thanks, Mom and Dad. For that and everything else. So, welcome. Welcome Principal Nash, teachers, Counselor, parents, family members, friends. You have served as our greater consciousness these past four years, watching over us and constantly reminding us to do the right thing. And like me, most of my classmates didn't hear you the first time either. And like me, not the second or third or 20th time. So you've had to stick with us and tell us over and over again when we weren't doing what we were supposed to both when we needed you and when we felt as if we didn't need you. You've encouraged us, inspired us and stood by us even when you stood up against our stupidity or our genius. So we hope that tonight, as you see us reach this milestone in our lives, that we've given you at least this one proud moment. Welcome. And thank you for being here. The principal introduces Ricky. PRINCIPAL: And now I would like to present the Governor's Award for Outstanding Personal Achievement in the Face of Challenge. The winner of this award is also our valedictorian. A young man with a 4.2 average and outstanding SATs, setting a record for this, at our magnate high school. A man who claimed that he didn't even know if he wanted to go to college, yet managed to receive multiple scholarship offers. Richard Underwood, better known simply as Ricky. RICKY: Thank you for coming tonight to share this experience with. Thank you for sharing our excitement and our fear in leaving the hallways of Grant High School where we've lived for the past four years. And before I go on... I didn't know anything about that Governor's Award, and I don't know who to thank for that, but thank you. I really appreciate it. I guess everyone knows what a messed up life I've had. Even the governor. I have had a messed up life. My dad is in prison and I don't want to share the details, but he deserves to be there. He was and is a horrible person, and I am still working at forgiving him. I remember thinking on the way to my first day of kindergarten, thank God I would be out of my house for a whole eight hours. Only I got there and found out that kindergarten was just half a day. I was a very disappointed five-year-old, but still, half a day was better than nothing. School was a lifeline for me. And it's a lifeline for kids like me. And there are plenty of them. I attended so many schools before I got here, I don't even know if I remember the names of all of them. Yet I remember the names of some of the students, and I was surprised to see some of them here at Grant High School when I came here in the ninth grade. I have never even acknowledged you in the hallway, because I was hoping you'd forgotten me. And whether you forgot or you just didn't want to embarrass me, I want to thank some of you for changing my world when it was a dark place to live. Thank you, Tyler Duvernay for giving me half your lunch for most of the third grade. Thank you, Austin Shardo, for letting me live in your tree house for at least a week during the fourth grade before you told your parents. Thank you, Julia Coloso, for stealing your brother's jacket and giving it to me during one really cold winter in the fifth grade. And I want to apologize to your brother if he's here to see you graduate because I remember that your parents took away his TV for a month. I've gotten a lot of help from a lot of students, and of course, a lot of help from some really wonderful teachers. Like Miss Rainey, who taught me to read, like Mr. Salinetti, who suggested I learn to play drums to vent my anger, like Ms. Quinn, who was not the first to call social services, but the first to find someone who could really protect me. And then when I got here, the first teacher I ran into was our band director, Mr. Sedlack. Mr. Sedlack taught me early on that I might be a fairly talented drummer, but I was nothing unless I got that I was one part of a larger group. He's the guy who may have finally cracked my head open enough that some light finally started getting through to me as far as what all this education was for. It's for changing the world. For making the world a better place. And that's what teachers do, one student at a time. I am, or was, but one part of the larger group making the music in our high school band. I am but one neighbor making up my neighborhood. One citizen making up this country, one human being residing in the world and trying to change it. We are all part of something greater than ourselves. No matter how good we are, or how lousy, we are all part of humankind. And we've all experienced the good and the not so good. On the good side, I want to thank my parents for rescuing me from the world of foster care and giving me a real family and a sh*t at life. And I want to thank my birth mother for surviving my dad's abuse and for getting sober and for caring for me now, because it's never too late for a parent to care about a child. Thank you. All three of you. And I also want to thank Mr. Boykewich, who took an interest in me and in helping me. Thank you for my job and for believing in me. We all have the opportunity every day to believe in someone, to learn from someone, to love someone. Amy Juergens has taught me what I just couldn't grasp for so many years, and never got from any book or in any classroom, and that's this. I am capable of loving someone, and I am capable of being loved. And now tonight, for the first time maybe, I don't feel isolated from the rest of you, or from the rest of the world. I feel part of you, and I feel that you are all part of my life and together, we can really make a difference. Amy, would you mind coming up here? GRANT: I'm capable of this kind of romance, you know. If you like this sort of thing. GEORGE: Did you know about this? ANNE: No, I did not know about this. ALICE: I'm sharing this with the two of you whether you like it or not. MADISON: Oh, my God! LAUREN: He's going to do it. ALL: He's gonna do it! Amy joins Ricky, he proposes to Amy. RICKY: Amy Juergens, will you marry me? AMY: Yes! COUNTRY HOUSE Ben and Henry arrives to the party. HENRY: Think they'll come? BEN: They who? HENRY: Uh... Amy and Ricky? BEN: They've never been to any party before, no. HENRY: I can't believe he proposed in front of the whole class. BEN: I can. He always wins somehow. Peter and Griffin are in the party. PETER: You don't have a date? GRIFFIN: He doesn't need a date, he can hang with us. You can hang with us, Nick. NICK: Good. I'm new at this. At being gay. PETER: I thought you meant dancing. Grace and Daniel dance. Grace sees a girl. GRACE: Do you know her? DANIEL: Know who? GRACE: That girl over there. The one that's been staring at you. Who is she? She doesn't go to our school. DANIEL: No. She doesn't go to your school. She went to my school. My old high school. She's still at my old high school. GRACE: That's not your old girlfriend, is it? DANIEL: Uh... It might be. Yeah, I think it is. But I'm dancing with you right now. GRACE: Did you know she was going to be here? DANIEL: No, no, I didn't know she was going to be here. I haven't spoken to her in six months. Ben and Henry enters in the house. JESSE: Hey, guys, come on in, welcome. There's a guest room where you can throw your stuff. Get a drink and something to eat, there's plenty of food. And condoms, you know, if you get lucky. BEN: Who are all these people? JESSE: Oh, neighbors. Next house over. They were having an end of school year party so I told 'em to come on. HENRY: Who's the redhead? BEN: She's taken. HENRY: What? Ben joins the girl who he sees. BEN: Ben Boykewich. DYLAN: I am the King! BEN: That's my dad, I am the Prince. DYLAN: Really? BEN: Yeah, and you are? DYLAN: Dylan. My parents own the house next door. I was going to have a party, but then... BEN: Jesse said, "Come on over." DYLAN: Yeah. Do you want a drink? BEN: No. I quit. DYLAN: So soon? BEN: Long story. DYLAN: I'd like to hear it. BEN: Really? DYLAN: Yeah. You want to go outside? BEN: Of course. DYLAN: Do you, um... Have a girlfriend? BEN: No. Alice joins Henry. ALICE: Come on. We may not be together, but one dance won't hurt. HENRY: No, Alice. I can't. Jack joins the girl who is alone. JACK: Hey, wanna dance? RAVEN: No, I'm watching that guy over there. JACK: That guy dancing with the blonde? RAVEN: Yeah. JACK: Yeah, that's my old girlfriend. RAVEN: Really? That's my old boyfriend. I'm Raven. JACK: Jack. RAVEN: Do me a favor, cut in. JACK: My pleasure. Jack comes to Daniel and Grace and wants to dance with Grace. JACK: Daniel, let me have one dance. It can be your graduation gift to me. DANIEL: Well, just one dance isn't going to hurt. I got some business I have to take care of. (Daniel leaves) GRACE: He just wants to talk to his old girlfriend. JACK: Oh? His old girlfriend is here? GRACE: I saw you talking to her. JACK: She's hot. GRACE: No, she's not. JACK: Well, not as hot as you. GRACE: Look, there's your buddy. JACK: Oh, he came with that slut you told him not to go out with. GRACE: Yeah, but he's still in love with me. JACK: Yeah, who isn't? Jesse serves Madison and Lauren. LAUREN: Thanks. MADISON: Great party. LAUREN: What is this? JESSE: I don't know, I just grabbed two cups. LAUREN: Ugh! This one has alcohol in it. I don't drink. JESSE: Let me see. Yeah, you're right, it does have alcohol in it. LAUREN: Jesse. JESSE: Yeah, it does. LAUREN: I thought we weren't going to drink. MADISON: Uh, no, you weren't going to drink. JESSE: It's not like I'm going to get drunk or anything. Chill. It's a party. LAUREN: There are other things to do at a party besides drink. I meant, dance. (Jesse and Lauren are going to dance) Omar joins Madison. MADISON: Mmm. Hey, have a drink. OMAR: Thanks. Phew! No thanks. MADISON: Oh. Yeah, I don't drink either. OMAR: One of those cups is empty, you know. MADISON: Oh. Yeah. It is. So, how do you know Adrian? OMAR: She dated my brother. MADISON: Oh. Yeah. That's Adrian. OMAR: So, who are you here with? MADISON: Don't know yet. OMAR: Okay. Grace joins Daniel and Raven. GRACE: Hi. I'm Grace. RAVEN: Yeah. Whatever. DANIEL: You want to go? GRACE: No, I want her to go. DANIEL: I can't do anything about that, but I can do something about me and you.You want to go? GRACE: No. I don't. DANIEL: Well, I'm leaving. GRACE: You can't just leave without me. DANIEL: Then let's go, because I wanna go. GRACE: We just got here. We're spending the night. DANIEL: I'm not spending the night. I want to leave. Are you coming or not? GRACE: Daniel! DANIEL: Goodnight. Adrian catches up Omar. OMAR: Whoa! Wait up! ADRIAN: Hey, where are you going? OMAR: Looks like we're going home. ADRIAN: We just got here. OMAR: His old girlfriend is here. ADRIAN: So you're just gonna let her win, huh? DANIEL: You want a ride back or not? ADRIAN: Or not. Omar, are you going? OMAR: You want me to stay? Amy and Ricky arrives at the party. ADRIAN: Yeah, I want to stay. OMAR: That's Ricky. DANIEL: That's Ricky? (SCOFFS) OMAR: Please. That's the guy you can't get over? AMY: There she is. Do it. RICKY: Are you sure? AMY: Yeah, I'm absolutely sure. RICKY: Okay, but people are going to talk. AMY: Let them talk. From this day forward, I don't care what anyone says. Ricky approaches to Adrian. RICKY: Heard you wanted something from me. ADRIAN: Yeah, what's that? RICKY: Heard you wanted one last kiss. ADRIAN: And what are you gonna do about it? (Ricky kisses Adrian) ADRIAN: I'm free. I never thought I would be, but I'm free. I'm free of you! You were right. OMAR: You had to kiss him again? ADRIAN: I didn't have to, but... OMAR: But obviously you did. Let's go, Daniel. Goodnight. ADRIAN: Wait! What is wrong with you? OMAR: That was totally disrespectful. Disrespectful of me. And yourself. Ricky and Amy start to dance. Jack and Grace too. DYLAN: Come on. BEN: Uh... Maybe the next one. I'll be right back. (Adrian and Ben starts to dance) Next day, Lauren wakes up and seeks Jesse. She goes to the bedroom. LAUREN: Jesse? Jesse, are you in there? Jesse? JESSE: Lauren, I'm not dressed. LAUREN: Okay, look, I'm sorry about last night, but I told you I wasn't going to drink or do any of that stuff,and I told you I wouldn't sleep with you, so I don't know why you got so upset with me. Again. GIRL: Uh-oh. LAUREN: Oh, my God! MADISON: Lauren, don't get upset. LAUREN: What? MADISON: Uh... You know, sometimes when there's a party... Lauren goes to the living room and finds Amy. JESSE: Amy, get up. I need you. I'm sorry, Ricky. RICKY: What's going on? MADISON: I didn't mean to sleep with him. AMY: Oh, no. RICKY: Come on, let's go. We'll give you a ride. We weren't going to stay. MADISON: I... I couldn't help it. JESSE: She seduced me. And I... I wasn't thinking right. I had a few drinks. Jack wakes up. RAVEN: Too early, too early. (Jack kisses Raven) JACK: I'm sorry. I got to go, I'll call you. RAVEN: You don't have to. JACK: Alrighty. Jack joins Grace. GRACE: Did Madison just apologize for sleeping with her best friend's boyfriend? JACK: Is that what that was? GRACE: I want to go. I need to go, Jack. I want to go home. Now. Can you find Adrian? JACK: Yeah. Peter and Griffin wakes up. PETER: Hey, I'm out of here. GRIFFIN: Wait, where you going? PETER: What do you care? NICK: If he wants to be that way, let him go. Jack enters in the room. JACK: Hey, Adrian. Let's go. Grace wants to go home. ADRIAN:I have a ride. (Henry is with her in the bed) HENRY: No, I don't think you do, I don't think I do. I came here with Ben. Can I have a ride? JACK: No room, sorry. You coming, Adrian? ADRIAN: Mmm-hmm. Thanks, Henry. I just need a minute. HENRY: I'm a d*ad man. (Alice enters in the room) ALICE: Yeah, we'll see who Ben is friends with now. Nice going. ADRIAN: Uh-oh! Ben wakes up even through Dylan. DYLAN: Hey. Did you have a good time? BEN: Uh... Yeah. Best time I've ever had without having sex. DYLAN: I don't do that. BEN: Refreshing to hear. Jack and Grace are outside ready to go. GRACE: I saw you with that witch last night. Looks like she really put a spell on you. JACK: Jealous? GRACE: Do you think there's anything to that kissing thing? Like how Adrian kissed Ricky? Do you think she could really tell that it was over? JACK: I don't know. (Jack and Grace kiss) Amy and Ricky are outside enjoy the life. AMY: Oh, my God, what a crazy party. What a crazy graduation. RICKY: What a crazy life. End of the episode.

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Marge: Ooh! Careful, Homer! Homer: There's no time to be careful. We're late. (tires screeching) Class: ♪ O little town of Bethlehem ♪ ♪ How still we see thee lie ♪ Marge (whispering): Sorry. Excuse me. Pardon me. Sorry. Excuse me. Homer: Hey, Norman, how’s it goin’? So you got dragged down here too, huh? How you doin’, Fred? Marge: Sorry. Excuse me. Homer: Yeah. ‘Scuse me. Oh! (yelps) Homer: Pardon my galoshes. (laughs) Class: ♪ Are met in thee tonight ♪ (applause) Skinner: (laughs) Wasn't that wonderful? And now, ‘Santas of Many Lands,’ as presented by the entire second grade class. Marge: Oh! Lisa's class. Girl: Frohliche Weihnachten. That's German for ‘Merry Christmas.’ In Germany, Santa’s servant Ruprecht gives presents to good children, and whipping rods to the parents of bad ones. (applause) Boy: Merry Kurisumasu. I am Hotseiosha, a Japanese priest who acts like Santa Claus. I have eyes in the back of my head, so children better behave when I'm nearby. (audience gasps) Mr. Largo: Now presenting Lisa Simpson as Tawanga, the Santa Clause of the South Seas. Homer: Ooh, it's Lisa! That's ours. (drums beating, natives chanting) (applause) Skinner: Ah, the fourth grade will now favor us with a melody- Uh, medley of holiday ‘favorites.’ Class: ♪ Dashing through the snow ♪ ♪ In a one horse open sleigh ♪ ♪ O'er the fields we go ♪ ♪ Laughing all the way, ha ha ha ♪ ♪ Bells on bobtail ring ♪ -♪♪ (continues) Marge: Isn't Bart sweet, Homer? He sings like an angel. Bart: ♪ Oh, jingle bells, Batman smells ♪ ♪ Robin laid an egg ♪ ♪ The Batmobile broke its wheel ♪ ♪ The Joker got awa- ♪ (screams) Class: ♪ Jingle bells jingle bells ♪ ♪ Jingle all… ♪ Skinner (clears throat): The fifth grade will now favor us with a scene from Charles... Dickens' ‘A Christmas Carol.’ Homer: (groans) How many grades does this school have? Marge’s Voice: ‘Dear friends of the Simpson family. We had some sadness and some gladness this year. First, the sadness. Our little cat Snowball was unexpectedly run over and went to kitty heaven. But we bought a new little cat Snowball II. (meow) Marge’s Voice: ‘So I guess life goes on. Speaking of life going on, Grandpa is still with us, feisty as ever. Maggie is walking by herself, Lisa got straight A's, and Bart- Well, we love Bart. The magic of the season has touched us all.’ Homer: Marge, haven't you finished that stupid letter yet? Marge’s Voice: ‘Homer sends his love. Happy holidays’ Homer: Marge! Marge’s Voice: ‘The Simpsons.’ Homer: Marge, where’s the extension cord? Marge: For heaven’s sake, Homer. It’s in the utility drawer. Homer: Sorry. I'm just a big kid. And I love Christmas so much. Homer: D'oh! (grumbles) Marge: All right, children, let me have those letters. I'll send them to Santa's workshop at the North Pole. Bart: Oh please. There's only one fat guy that brings us presents, and his name ain't Santa. Marge: Uh- A pony? Oh, Lisa, you’ve asked for that for the last three years, and I keep telling you Santa can't fit a pony into his sleigh. Can’t you take a hint? Lisa: But I really want a pony, and I’ve been really really good this year. Marge: Oh, dear. Maybe Bart is a little more realistic. A tattoo? Homer: A what? Bart: Yeah! They're cool, and they last the rest of your life. Marge: You will not be getting a tattoo for Christmas. Homer: Yeah, if you want one, you'll have to pay for it out of your own allowance. Bart: All right! Marge: Homer! (phone ringing) Homer: ‘Yello.’ Patty: Marge, please. Homer: Who’s this? Patty: May I please speak to Marge? Homer: This is her sister, isn't it? Patty: Is Marge there? Homer: Who shall I say is calling? Patty: Marge, please. Homer: It's your sister. Marge: Oh! Hello. Patty: Hello, Marge, it's Patty. Selma and I couldn't be more excited about seeing our baby sister for Christmas Eve. Marge: Well, Homer and I are looking forward to your visit too. Homer: (gagging) Patty: Somehow I doubt that Homer is excited. Of all the men you could’ve married, I don't know why you picked one who’s always so rude to us. Homer: (screams) Bart: Good one, Dad. (applauds) Homer: Okay, kids, prepare to be dazzled. Marge, turn on the juice! (electricity crackling) (pop) Homer: What do you think, kids? Lisa: Nice try, Dad. Bart: (groans) Flanders: Just hold your horses, son. Hey, Simpson! Homer: What is it, Flanders? Flanders: Do you think this looks okay? Ho ho ho. Ho ho ho. Bart & Lisa: Oh, neato. Homer: It's too bright. I oughta- Flanders. What a big show-off. Marge: Kids, you wanna go Christmas shopping? Lisa: I do! Bart: All right! The mall! Marge: Go get your money. Homer: Tell us, Marge. Where have you been hiding the Christmas money? Marge: Oh, I have my secrets. Turn around. (jingling) Marge: You can look now. Homer: Ooh! Big jar this year. (horns honking, tires screeching) (train whistle) ♪♪(Christmas Muzak) Marge: Oh, Bart, that's so sweet. It's the best present a mother could get, and it makes you look so dangerous. (doorbell jingling) Bart: One ‘Mother,’ please. Tattoo Guy: Wait a minute. How old are you? Bart: Twenty-one, sir. Tattoo guy: Get in the chair. ♪♪(Christmas Muzak) Homer: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. (beeping) Smithers: Attention, all personnel, please keep working during the following announcement. And now our boss and friend Mr. Burns. Mr. Burns: Hello. I'm proud to announce that we've been able to increase safety here at the plant without increasing the cost to the consumer or affecting management pay raises. However, for you semi-skilled workers, there will be no Christmas bonuses. (all grumbling) Mr. Burns: Oh, and one more thing. Merry Christmas! (mumbling) Homer: Oh, thank God for the big jar. Marge: Where's that Bart? (Bart screams) (drill whirring) (doorbell jingling) Marge: (gasps) Bart: But, Mom, I thought you’d like it. Doctor: Yes, Mrs. Simpson, we can remove your son's tattoo. It's a simple routine involving lasers. Bart: Cool! Doctor: However, it is rather expensive, and we must insist on a cash payment up front. Marge: Cash? Doctor: Mm-hmm. Marge: Thank god for Homer's Christmas bonus. Bart: Ay, caramba! Doctor: Now, whatever you do boy, don't squirm. You don't wanna get this sucker near your eye or your groin. (g*n on TV) Bart: Ow! Quit it. Ow! Quit it. Ow! Quit it. Ow! Quit it. Homer: Hey, what's with this? Bart: Ow! Quit it. Used to be a real boss tattoo. Lisa: But Mom had to spend all the Christmas money having it surgically removed. Homer: Huh? (gasps) It's true! The jar is empty! Oh, my God! We’re ruined. Christmas is canceled. No presents for anyone! Marge: Don't worry, Homer. We'll just have to stretch your Christmas bonus even further this year. Homer: (gasps) Marge: Homer? Homer: Oh, yeah. My Christmas bonus. (chuckles) How silly of me. This’ll be the best Christmas yet. The best any family ever had. (laughs) Ho ho ho. Ho ho ho. Ho ho ho. Ho ho ho. Ho ho ho. Marge: Hmm. I get the feeling there's something you haven't told me, Homer. Homer: Huh? Oh. I love you, Marge. Marge: You tell me that all the time. Homer: Oh, good, because I do love you. I don't deserve you as much as a guy with a fat wallet and a credit card that won't set off that horrible beeping. Marge: I think it does have something to do with your Christmas bonus. I keep asking for it, but- Homer: Marge, um, let me be honest with you. Marge: Yes? Homer: Well, I would- I wanna do the Christmas shopping this year. Marge: Uh, sure, okay. Homer: Marge, Marge. Hmm. Let's see. Ooh, look! Pantyhose. Practical and alluring. A six-pack. Oh! Only 4.99. Ooh! Pads of paper. I bet Bart can think of a million things to do with these. That just leaves little Maggie. Oh, look! A little squeak toy. It says it's for dogs, but she can't read. Flanders: Ow! Oh, Simpson, it's you. Homer: Hello, Flanders. Flanders: Oh, my! What a little mess we've got here. Well, which ones are yours and which ones are mine? Homer: Well, let's see- Flanders: Oh, this one's mine. This one's mine. This one’s mine, and this- Homer: They're all yours! Todd: Hey, Mr. Simpson, you dropped your pork chop. (squeaking) Homer: Gimme that! Flanders: Well, happy holidays Simpson. Todd: Gee, Dad, this is gonna be the best Christmas ever. Flanders: (chuckles) You bet. Moe: What's the matter, Homer? Somebody leave a lump of coal in your stocking? You've been sitting there sucking on a beer all day long. Homer: So? Moe: So, it's Christmas. ♪♪(jukebox) Homer: Thanks, Moe. Barney: Drinks all around! Homer: What's with the crazy getup, Barn? Barney: I got me a part-time job working as a Santa down at the mall. Homer: Wow! Can I do that? Barney: I don’t know. They’re pretty selective. (belches) Manager: Do you like children? Homer: What do you mean? All the time? Even when they're nuts? Manager: Hmm. Homer: Uh, I certainly do. Manager: Welcome aboard, Simpson. Pending your successful completion of our training program, that is. Santas: Ho ho ho. Ho ho ho. Ho ho ho. Ho ho ho. Teacher: What is it now, Simpson? Homer: Uh, when do we get paid? Teacher: Not a dime till Christmas Eve! Now, from the top. Santas: Ho ho ho. Ho ho ho. Homer: Um, Dasher. Dancer. Teacher: Mm-hmm. Homer: Prancer. Teacher: Mm-hmm. Homer: Nixon. Comet and… Cupid. Donna Dixon? Teacher: Sit down, Simpson. Homer: And what would you like, little boy? Teacher: You're not really Santa, tubby. Homer: Why, you little egghead! Teacher: No, no, Homer! If such an emergency arises, you just tell them Santa’s very busy this time of year, and you are one of his helpers. Homer: Oh, I knew that one too! Marge: Homer, why are you seven hours late? Homer: Not a word, Marge. I'm heading straight for the tub. Marge: But, Homer, my sisters are here. Don’t you wanna say hello? Homer: (shuddering) Bart & Lisa: (groaning) Lisa: Daddy! Daddy! We’re so glad to see you! Bart: Oh, Dad, you’re finally home! Homer: What? Why? Oh, yeah. Hello, Patty. Hello, Selma. How was your trip? Selma: Fine. Homer: You both look well. Patty: Thank you. Homer: Yeah, well, Merry Christmas. Selma: It's Christmas? You wouldn't know it around here. Homer: And why is that? Patty: Well, for one thing, there's no tree. Homer: Well, I was just on my way out to get one! Lisa: Can we go too, Dad? Bart: Yeah, can we? Homer: No! ♪ Sleigh bells ring ♪ ♪ Are you listening ♪ ♪ In the lane ♪ ♪ Snow is glistening ♪ ♪ A beautiful sight ♪ ♪ We’re happy tonight ♪ ♪ Walking in a winter wonderland ♪♪ (chainsaw buzzing) Man: Hey, you! What do you think you're doin’? Homer: Uh-oh. Man: Hey! Hey! Come back here! (dogs barking, g*n) Homer: So what do you think, kids? Beauty, isn't it? Bart: Wow! Yay, Dad! Lisa: Way to go, Dad! Selma: Why is there a birdhouse in it? Homer: Uh, that's an ornament. Patty: (sniffs) Do I smell g*n powder? Boy: And then I want some Robotoids. And then I want a Goop Monster. And then I want I great big, giant- Homer: Aw, son, you don't need all that junk. I'm sure you’ve already got something much more important- a decent home and a loving father who would do anything for you. Hey, I couldn’t afford lunch. Give me a bite of that donut. (shutter clicks) Milhouse: Get a load of that quote-unquote Santa. Lewis: I can't believe those kids are falling for it. Bart: Hey, Milhouse, I dare you to sit on his lap. Milhouse: Oh, yeah? Well, I dare you to yank his beard off. Bart: Ah, touché. Girl: I hope you feel better, Santa. Homer: Oh, I will when Mrs. Claus' sisters get outta town. Thanks for listenin’, kid. Homer: (strains, gasps) Bart: Hey, Santa, what's shakin' man? Homer: What's your name Bart... ner? Uh, little partner? Bart: I'm Bart Simpson. Who the hell are you? Homer: I'm jolly Old St. Nick. Bart: Oh, yeah? We'll just see about that. Homer: D'oh! (shutter clicks) Bart: Homer! Homer: I want a word with you in Santa's workshop, little boy. Cover for me, Elfie. Bart: Don't k*ll me, Dad. I didn't know it was you. Homer: Nobody knows. It's a secret. I didn't get my bonus this year. But to keep the family from missing out on Christmas, I'd do anything. Bart: I'll say, Dad. You must really love us to sink so low. Homer: Now, let's not get mushy, son. I still have a job to do. Hey, little ones. Santa's back. Ho ho- D'oh! Damn it to- (groaning) Homer: Ah, son, one day you're gonna know the satisfaction of payday. Receiving a big fat check for a job well done. Cashier: Simpson, Homer? Here ya go. Homer: Come on, son. Let's go cash this baby and get presents for- (screams) Thirteen bucks? Hey, wait a minute. Cashier: That's right. $120 gross. Less Social Security. Homer: Yeah. Cashier: Less unemployment insurance. Homer: But. Cashier: Less Santa training- Homer: Santa training? Cashier: Less costume purchase. Homer: Wait a minute. Cashier: Less beard rental, less Christmas club. Homer: But- But- Cashier: See ya next year. Homer: Ohh! Bart: Come on, Dad. Let's go home. Homer: Thirteen bucks? You can't get anything for 13 bucks. Barney: All right! Thirteen big ones! Springfield Downs, here I come! Homer: What? Barney: You heard me. I'm goin’ to the dog track. I got a hot little puppy in the fourth race. Wanna come? Homer: Sorry, Barney. I may be a total washout as a father, but I'm not gonna take my kid to a sleazy dog track on Christmas Eve. Barney: Come on, Simpson. The dog's name is Whirlwind. Ten to one sh*t. Money in the bank. Homer: Uh-uh. Bart: Ah, come on, Dad. This can be the miracle that saves the Simpsons' Christmas. If TV has taught me anything, it's that miracles always happen to poor kids at Christmas. It happened to Tiny Tim, it happened to Charlie Brown, it happened to the Smurfs, and it’s gonna happen to us. Homer: Well, okay, let's go. Who's Tiny Tim? Bubbles (on TV): Hey, Moldy, do you think Santa will be able to find Elf County under all this snow? Moldy: I doubt it, Bubbles. We'll be sad little elves this Christmas. Lisa: Oh, no! Grampa: Oh, brother. Selma: Where's your husband? Patty: Yeah, it's getting late. Marge: Said he went caroling with Bart. Bart/Barney: ♪ We're in the money ♪ ♪ We're in the money ♪ ♪ We got a lot of what it takes to get along ♪♪ Homer: I can't believe I'm doing this. Kid: Can we open our presents now, Dad? Father: You know the tradition, son. Not till the eighth race. Homer: Hey Barney, which one is Whirlwind? Barney: Number Six. That's our lucky dog right over there. He’s won his last five races. Homer: What? That scrawny little bag of bones? Bart: Come on, Dad. They're all scrawny little bags of bones. Homer: Yeah, you're right. (sighs) I guess Whirlwind is our only hope for a Merry Christmas. Man (on P.A.): Attention racing fans, we have a late scratch in the fourth race. Number 8, Sir Galahad will be replaced by Santa's Little Helper. Once again, Sir Galahad has been replaced by Santa's Little Helper. Homer: (gasps) Bart, did you hear that? What a name! Santa's Little Helper! It's a sign! It's an omen! Bart: It's a coincidence, Dad. Homer: What are the odds on Santa's Little Helper? Man: Ninety-nine to one. Homer: Wow! Ninety-nine times thirteen equals... Merry Christmas! Bart: I got a bad feeling about this. Homer: Don't you believe in me, son? Bart: Uh- Homer: Come on, boy. Sometimes your faith is all that keeps me going. Bart: Oh, go for it, Dad. Homer: That's my boy! Everything on Santa's Little Helper. Elf: Three cheers for Brainy! Elves: Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! Lisa: Yay! Grampa: Unadulterated pap. Patty: It's almost 9:00. Selma: Where’s Homer anyway? Patty: It's so typical of the big doofus to spoil it all. Lisa: What, Aunt Patty? Patty: Oh, nothing, dear. I'm just trashing your father. Lisa: Well, I wish you wouldn't because aside from the fact that he has the same frailties as all human beings, he's the only father I have. Therefore, he is my model of manhood, and my estimation of him will govern the prospects of my adult relationships. So I hope you bear in mind that any knock at him is a knock at me, and I’m far too young to defend myself against such onslaughts. Patty: Mm-hmm. Go watch your cartoon show, dear. Homer: (kissing) Come on, Bart. Kiss the ticket for good luck, not that we need it. (laughing) ♪♪(‘Call To Post’) Announcer: Here comes Screwy the mechanical rabbit. (bell ringing) Announcer: And they're off! Around the first turn Homer: Come on, Santa’s Little Helper! Bart: Come on, dog! Go, man, go! Announcer: It's Whirlwind in the lead, and coming up on the left is Quadruped followed by Dog O w*r and Fido. Homer: Go! Come on, boy! Bart: Go, Santa’s Little Helper! Come on, get that rabbit! Announcer: Dog O w*r coming up fast on the outside. Homer: Come on, Santa’s Little Helper! Bart: Come on, dog! Go, man, go! Announcer: And with a lock on last place, it’s Santa's Little Helper. Homer: (screams) Bart: Don't worry, Dad. Maybe this is just for suspense before the miracle happens. Homer: Come on, you stupid dog! Come on, boy! Bart: Go, go! Homer: Run! Run! Bart: Run! Come on, get that rabbit! Go, go, Santa’s Little Helper! Homer: Go, go, go! Announcer: Whirlwind by a country mile, and in second, Chew My Shoe, followed by Dog O w*r. Homer: (screams) Oh, jeez! Bart: Doesn't seem possible, but I guess TV has betrayed me. Homer: I don't wanna leave till our dog finishes. Ah, forget it. Let's go. Homer: Find any winners, son? Bart: Sorry, Dad. Barney: Hey, hey, Simpson! What did I tell you? Whirlwind! (belches) Let's go, Daria. Man: b*at it! Scram! Get lost! Santa’s Little Helper: (whining) Man: You came in last for the last time! Bart: Look, Dad, it's Santa's, Little Helper. Man: And don't come back! Homer: Oh, no, you don't! No, no! Get away from me! Uh-uh! Bart: Oh, can we keep him, Dad, please? Homer: But he's a loser! He's pathetic! He's- Santa’s Little Helper: (whines) Homer: A Simpson. (snoring) Marge: Hmm. Maybe I should call the police. Patty: Oh, he'll sober up. Selma: Yeah. Come staggering home. Patty: Mm-hmm. Smelling of cheap perfume. (door closes) Marge: Homer! Grampa: What? What the- Who the- Homer: Look everybody, I have a confession to make. Selma: This should be good. Homer: I didn't get my Christmas bonus. I tried to not let it ruin Christmas for everybody, but no matter what I did- Bart: Hey, everybody, look what we got! Santa’s Little Helper: (barking) Lisa: A dog! All right, Dad! Marge: God bless him. Lisa: So love at first sight is possible. Bart: And if he runs away, he'll be easy to catch. Marge: Oh, this is the best gift of all, Homer! Homer: It is? Marge: Yes. Something to share our love and frighten prowlers. Lisa: What's his name? Homer: Number 8- I mean, Santa's Little Helper. (shutter clicks) All: ♪ Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer ♪ ♪ Had a very shiny nose ♪ ♪ And if you ever saw it ♪ ♪ You would even say it glows ♪ Bart: Like a light bulb! Homer: Bart! All: ♪ All of the other reindeer ♪ ♪ Used to laugh and call him names ♪ Lisa: Like Schnozzola! Homer: Lisa! All: ♪ They never let poor Rudolph ♪ ♪ Join in any reindeer games ♪ Bart: Like strip poker! Homer: I'm warning you two! All: ♪ Then one foggy Christmas Eve ♪ ♪ Santa came to say ♪ Marge: Take it, Homer! Homer: ♪ Uh, Rudolph, get your nose over here ♪ ♪ So you can guide my sleigh today ♪ Grampa: Oh, Homer. All: ♪ Then all the reindeer loved him ♪ ♪ And they shouted out with glee ♪ ♪ Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer ♪ ♪ You'll go down in history ♪ Bart: ♪ Like Attila the Hu- ♪♪ Homer: You little- (Bart gagging) (Homer growling) Submitted & corrected by: Derek

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Bart: Come on, Mom. Lisa: Yeah, Mom. Hurry up. Marge: All right. Mmm. How about “he”? Two points. Your turn, dear. Homer: Hmm. How could anyone make a word out of these lousy letters? Oh, wait. Here's a good one. “Do.” Lisa: “Id.” Triple word score. Homer: Hey, no abbreviations. Lisa: Not I.D., Dad. “Id.” It's a word. Bart: As in, “This game is stup-id.” Homer: Hey, shut up, boy. Lisa: Yeah, Bart. You're supposed to be developing verbal abilities for your big aptitude test tomorrow. Marge: We could look this "id" thing up in the dictionary. Homer: We got one? Marge: I think it's under the short leg of the couch. Lisa: "Id: Along with the ego and the superego, one of three components of the psyche." Homer: Get outta here. Bart: My turn. “Kwyjibo.” K-W-Y-J-I-B-O. Twenty-two points, plus triple-word-score, plus 50 points for using all my letters. Game's over. I'm outta here. Homer: Wait a minute you little cheater. You're not going anywhere until you tell me what a "kwyjibo" is. Bart: "Kwyjibo." Uh- A big, dumb, balding, North American ape with no chin. Marge: And a short temper. Homer: I'll show you a big, dumb, balding ape! Bart: Uh-oh. Kwyjibo on the loose. Girl: ♪ We come from Springfield and we sell swampland ♪♪ Principal Skinner: You there. No chewing gum on school grounds. In the trashcan with it. Martin: Principal Skinner, one of my fellow children is vandalizing school property. Principal Skinner: Oh? Where? Martin: Over there, sir. See? Milhouse: Look out, Bart! Here comes Skinner. Bart: Yikes! Principal Skinner: Hmm. ♪♪ (whistling) Principal Skinner: Whoever did this is in very deep trouble. Martin: And a sloppy speller, too. The preferred spelling of "wiener" is w-i-e-n-e-r, although "e-i" is an acceptable ethnic variant. Principal Skinner: Good point. Boys, let's see your hands. Mm-hmm. Good. Okay. Simpson? Martin: You might say you caught him red-handed. Principal Skinner: Simpson, you and I are going to have a little talk. Bart: Same time, same place? Principal Skinner: Yes. In my office after school. All: Ooh! Bart: (gulps) (bell rings) Martin: Bart, I hope you won't bear some sort of simpleminded grudge against me. I was merely tying to fend off the desecration of the school building. Bart: Eat my shorts. Martin: Pardon? Mrs. Krabappel: Now, I don't want you to worry, class. These tests will have no effect on your grades. They merely determine your future social status and financial success. If any. Martin: Mrs. Krabappel, isn't Bart supposed to face the window so he won't be tempted to look at his neighbor's paper? Mrs. Krabappel: You're right, Martin. Bart? Bart: (groans) Mrs. Krabappel: Remember to visualize the complex problems, and relax. The test will start… now! Bart: "At 7:30 a.m., an express train traveling 60 miles an hour leaves Santa Fe bound for Phoenix, 520 miles away." Mrs. Krabappel: Shh! Visualize it, Bart. Bart’s Voice: "At the same time, a local train traveling 30 miles an hour and carrying 40 passengers leaves Phoenix bound for Santa Fe. It's eight cars long and always carries the same number of passengers in each car. An hour later, a number of passengers equal to half the number of minutes past the hour get off, but three times as many plus six get on. At the second stop, half the passengers plus two get off, but twice as many get on as got on at the first stop." Oof. Train conductor: Ticket, please. Bart: I don't have a ticket. Train conductor: Come with me, boy. We've got a stowaway, sir. Bart: I'll pay. How much? Martin: Twice the fare from Tucson to Flagstaff minus two-thirds of the fare from Albuquerque to El Paso. (laughs) Principal Skinner: (laughing) Bart: Whoa! (train whistle blows) Bart: (screams) Mrs. Krabappel: Bart, there are students in this class with a chance to do well. Will you stop bothering them? Martin: He's not bothering me, Mrs. Krabappel. I'm finished. May I go outside and read under a tree? Mrs. Krabappel: Certainly, Martin. What are you looking at, Bart? Are those naughty dogs back again? You have 20 minutes, class. Bart: ♪♪ (humming) Marge: He's a good boy now, and he's getting better, and sometimes even the best sheep stray from the flock and need to be hugged extra hard. Homer: That's exactly the kind of crapola that's lousing him up. Hey, look at this. "I am a wiener." (laughs) He sure is. (intercom buzzes) Woman: Mr. and Mrs. Simpson are here. Principal Skinner: Send them in. Marge: Hello again, Principal Skinner. Homer: What have you done this time, boy? Principal Skinner: I caught your son defacing school property this morning. We estimate the damage at $75, and frankly, we think it's terribly unfair that other taxpayers should foot the bill. Homer: Yeah, it's a crummy system, but what are you gonna do? Marge: (whispering) Homer: Oh, no. He can't mean that. My wife thinks you want me to pay for it. Principal Skinner: That was the idea. Homer: Oh. Principal Skinner: By itself, something like this might not call for an extreme penalty, but this is not an isolated incident. Bart's behavior is unruly. He's frequently absent from school, then gives teachers pathetic excuse notes that are obviously childish forgeries when compared to- Well, at any rate it is my reluctant decision- (intercom buzzes) Woman: Mr. Skinner, Dr. Pryor is here to see you. He says it's urgent. Principal Skinner: Send him in. Mr. and Mrs. Simpson, this is our district psychiatrist, Dr. J. Loren Pryor. Homer: What do we need a psychiatrist for? We know our kid is nuts. Dr. Pryor: Oh, on the contrary. I have some very exciting news for all of us. This aptitude test we administered this morning has revealed that the young Bart here is what we call a "gifted child." Homer: A what? Dr. Pryor: Your son is a genius, Mr. Simpson. Marge: Bart? Homer: This lunkhead? Principal Skinner: Impossible. Dr. Pryor: No, no, we're quite certain. The child is not supposed to know his own IQ, of course, but, uh, you can see it's beyond the range of any doubt. Homer: 912! Dr. Pryor: Uh, no, you have it upside down. It's 216. Homer: Oh. Dr. Pryor: That's still amazingly high. Tell me, Bart, are you ever bored in school? Bart: Oh, you bet. Dr. Pryor: Mm-hmm. Ever feel a little frustrated? Bart: All the time, sir. Dr. Pryor: Uh-huh. Do you ever dream of leaving your class... to pursue your own intellectual development on an independent basis? Bart: Wow! It's like you're reading my mind, man. Dr. Pryor: Uh-huh. You see, when a child with Bart's intellect is forced to slow down to the pace of a normal person, he's probably going to lash out in ways like these. Principal Skinner: I think we should retest him. Dr. Pryor: We should move him to another school. Principal Skinner: Ooh. Better yet. Dr. Pryor: Bart, we'd like you to try a kind of school that doesn't rely on grades and rules and bells and buzzers. A school without walls, where you do as much or as little of the assignments as you feel you need to. Does that sound good, Bart? Bart: Sign me up, Doc. Dr. Pryor: Excellent. We're all set then. Here's all the information you need. Show up around nine-ish. Mr. and Mrs. Simpson, congratulations once again. Principal Skinner: I think we're all in a mood to celebrate. Homer: Doc, this is all too much. I mean, my son a genius? How does it happen? Dr. Pryor: Well, genius-level intelligence is usually the result of heredity and environment. Although, in some cases, it's a total mystery. Bart: Aw, come on, Mom. Marge: You look very intelligent, dear. Bart: No way! Homer: How about a tie, son? Everybody knows boy geniuses wear ties. Bart: You're stifling my creativity, Dad. Homer: Sorry, boy. Marge: Bart, this is a big day for you. Why don't you eat something a little more nutritious? Homer: Nonsense, Marge. Frosty Krusty Flakes are what got him where he is today. It could be one of these chemicals here that makes him so smart. Lisa, maybe you should try some of this. Marge: Homer! Homer: I'm just saying why not have two geniuses in the family? Sort of a spare, in case Bart's brain blows up. Lisa: I don't care what that stupid test says, Bart. You're a dimwit. Bart: Maybe so, but from now on, this dimwit is on easy street. No rush, Dad. Take the scenic route. Homer: Gotcha. (tires screech) Bart: Oh, no. Ties. Homer: Don't worry, son. You can have mine. Here. Let me show you how to put on a tie. The hook goes over the top and these things go in there. Bart: Thanks, Dad. You kissed me. Homer: There's nothing wrong with a father kissing his son… I think. Now go on, boy, and pay attention. Because if you do, one day you may achieve something that we Simpsons have dreamed about for generations. You may outsmart someone. Bart: (grunts) Ms. Melon: You must be Bart Simpson. I'm Ms. Melon, your learning coordinator. Let me say right at the start that we have one rule here: Make your own rules. If you feel sleepy, take a nap. If you get bored, feel free to take out a book and start reading. Bart: What should I read, ma'am? Ms. Melon: Anything you want, Bart. Bart: Oh! Ms. Melon: A comic book? How did this get mixed in here? We used it last week as a prop in a film we made about illiteracy. Bart, these are the students who will share your work area. This is Ethan Foley. Ethan: O Memsahib, Bart. Rabbi has memo. Bart: What? Ms. Melon: Ethan's very good with palindromes. You know, sentences spelled the same backwards and forwards. And this is Sidney Swift. Sidney: Trabing norm doog. Bart: What's your problem? Ms. Melon: Oh, don't mind Sidney. He's just speaking in backwards phonetics today. He said, ‘Good morning, Bart.’ And this is Cecile Shapiro. Cecile: Hi, Bart. Bart: Cool hamsters. What are their names? Cecile: Hamster Number One has been infected with a staphylococci virus. Hamster Number Two is the control hamster. Bart: Hi, little control hamster. Ms. Melon: I wouldn't get too attached, Bart. We're dissecting him next week. Discover your desks, people. Now let's all welcome the newest member of our collective experience, Bart Simpson. (kids saying ‘hello’ in various languages) Ms. Melon: And now we can continue our debate from yesterday. When we left off, Calvin and Tanya were arguing that free will is an illusion. Ian: (lisping) If you ask me humankind has freedom, a freedom fraught with paradoxes. Freud shows how childhood shapes our subconscious mind, but this helps us to think for ourselves. Ms. Melon: Very good, Ian. Does anyone else have an example of a paradox? Boy: Without law and order, man has no freedom. Girl: If you want peace you must prepare for w*r. Ms. Melon: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Well, it seems the smartest child in the class is also the quietest. Bart, what other paradoxes affect our lives? Bart: Well, you're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't. Ms. Melon: Well, I guess that would be a paradox too. (chuckles) Thank you, Bart. Bart: Whew! Boy 2: Tell you what, Bart. I'll trade you the weight of a bowling ball on the eighth moon of Jupiter from my lunch for the weight of a feather on the second moon of Neptune from your lunch. Bart: Well, okay. Boy 2: There you go! (kids laughing) Boy 3: I'll trade you 1,000 picoliters of my milk for 4 gills of yours. Bart: Well, all right. Boy 3: Anything you say. Boy 4: Uh, Bart, would you wager your cupcake against my-- Bart: Save your breath. Boy 4: What do you think of the new kid? Boy 5: A rather mediocre genius. Boy 6: Yes, not very bright at all. Bart: (slurping) Homer: So, how was it? Bart: Os-os. Homer: What? Bart: That's backwards for so-so. Homer: Wow. What are you reading there? Comic books? Uh, guess you don't want to overheat the old noggin, eh? Tell you what. To celebrate your first day of genius school, what do you say we go out for a round of frosty chocolate milkshakes? Bart: All righty! Marge: Bart, I feel so bad for going so many years without... Mmm, hmm-- What's that word where you encourage something to grow? Bart & Homer: (both groan ‘I don’t know’) Lisa: Nurturing. Marge: Nurturing your brilliant brain, so I got tickets to the opera tonight. Hurry up. Get dressed. It starts at 8:00. Bart: Oh, Mom. Not tonight. Homer: Come on, Bart, your mother's only tying to help, so go ahead and enjoy the show. Marge: Homer, you're going too. Homer: But I'm not a genius. Why should I suffer? ♪♪ (orchestral) Homer: Hey, Lis, keep an eye out for the guy with the peanuts. Marge: There's no guy with peanuts, dear. Homer: Jeez. No beer. No opera dogs. Marge: Shh! ♪♪ (‘March of the Toreadors’) Bart: ♪ Toreador, oh, don't spit on the floor ♪ ♪ Please use the cuspidor ♪ ♪ That's what it's for ♪ Bart & Homer: (laughing) Marge: Bart, stop fooling around. Homer, stop encouraging him. Homer: Don't stifle the boy, Marge. We're supposed to encourage him. Marge: Shush! ♪♪ (singing in French) Homer: (snoring) Bart: (whistling) Bart & Homer: (both laughing) Marge: Shh! ♪♪ (singing in French) Homer: Who's the lard butt? Lisa: He's the bullfighter. Bart: No way a bull's gonna miss a target that big, man. Bart, Homer, & Lisa: (laughing) (singing continues) Bart, Homer, & Lisa: (laughing) ♪♪ (singing in French) Homer: (making farting noises) Bart: (making farting sound) Bart, Homer, & Lisa: (laughing) Martin’s Dad: Who are those people? Homer: P.U. When is this over? Bart: It ain't over till the fat lady sings. Homer: Is that one fat enough for you, son? ♪♪ (high note) Bart, Homer, & Lisa: (laughing) Homer: Let's go get a burger. Ms. Melon: So, ‘ Y’ equals ‘R’ cubed over three. And if you determine the rate of change in this curve correctly, I think you will be pleasantly surprised. (all laughing) Ms. Melon: Don't you get it, Bart? Derivative D-Y equals three R squared, D R over three, or R squared D R, or R D R R. Har-dee-har-har. Get it? Bart: Oh, yeah. (nervous laugh) Hi, guys. Great to see ya. Milhouse: Get lost, Poindexter. Boy: Yeah, b*at it, Professor. Boy 2: Why don't you go build a rocket ship, brainiac? Bart: (groans) Marge: Well, come on, you two. Don't forget about the film festival. Bart: The what? Homer: Oh, sorry, Bart. Your mother bought us tickets to a snooty movie directed by some Swedish meatball. Bart: Oh, no. Homer: Well, I guess we don't have to do that. Bart: Um, look, Dad. I got something to tell you. Homer: Can it wait, son? It's getting kinda dark. Bart: All right, Homer. Come on, baby. Right across the plate. Let me feel the wind. Homer: (grunts) Bart: Whoa! Strike two! Two and two. Homer: Can you still see the ball, Bart? Bart: Don't worry, Home boy. You're not that fast. Homer: Oh, you don't think so, eh? Well, here comes some real heat. (grunts) Bart: Whoa! Yeah, strike three! You're outta there! Homer: So, what was it you wanted to tell me, son? Bart: Oh, nothing, Pop. Ms. Melon: I'm still trying to get you a lab partner, Bart. If we don't get any volunteers soon, I'll assign somebody. Say, what's that? It looks dangerous. Bart: Well, it's really pretty top secret, ma'am. Ms. Melon: All right, keep going. But you do know what happens when you mix acids and bases, right? Bart: 'Course I do. (expl*si*n) Bart: Sorry. (glass breaks) Dr. Pryor: Now, Bart, we want to emphasize that nobody's angry about this. We're-- We're just concerned. When a young man with a 216 IQ can't make a simple experiment work, well, it doesn't take a Bart Simpson to figure out that something's wrong. Tell me. Is the class moving too slowly for you? Bart: Lord, no. Dr. Pryor: Well, then, what can we do to make you happy? Bart: I wanna go back to my old class. Dr. Pryor: Oh, but, Bart, don't you remember the boredom, the ennui, the intellectual malaise? Bart: Yeah, well, you know, kinda, um, but I was thinking I could go undercover. Dr. Pryor: Undercover? Bart, I'm intrigued. Go on. Bart: Well, I could pretend I'm a regular dumb kid. You know, to study them and all the stuff they do with each other. You know, see what makes them tick. Dr. Pryor: I see. Like Jane Goodall and the chimps. Bart: Yeah. Dr. Pryor: Uh-huh. This is most impressive, Bart. You write up your proposal while I talk to Principal Skinner. Bart: Proposal? Dr. Pryor: You know, outline your project, what you hope to achieve, what you'll require to do it. Bart: Gotcha, man. Bart’s Voice: ‘My proposal' by Bart Simpson. I want to pretend... I am a regular dumb kid. Period. By this, I hope-- Oh, no. For this, I will-- Ohh. Require-- Ohh. Bart: Oh, man. Bart’s Voice: ‘My Confession’ by Bart Simpson. I am a regular dumb kid. Period. I cheated on my intelligence test. Period. Dr. Pryor: Ah, finished already? (chuckles) Principal Skinner will be very interested to-- Oh. You know, you misspelled ‘confession.’ Lisa: Hey, lookin' good, Bart. Marge: Bart, what happened? Bart: I had a little accident in chemistry today. Homer: Well, I bet it's nothing a little turpentine won't take off. Come on, son. Don't be discouraged, son. I bet Einstein turned himself all sorts of colors before he invented the lightbulb. Bart: Dad, I gotta tell you something. Hope you won't be too mad. Homer: What is it, son? Bart: I'm not a genius, Dad. Homer: What? Bart: I cheated on the intelligence test. I'm sorry. But l just want to say that the past few weeks have been great. Me and you have done stuff together. You've helped me out with things, and we're closer than we've ever been. I love you, Dad. And I think if something can bring us that close, it can't possibly be bad. Homer: Why, you little-- Bart: Uh-oh. (Bart screaming) Marge: What's going on out there? Lisa: I think Bart's stupid again, Mom. Marge: Oh, well. (Bart screaming) Homer: You can't stay in there forever! Bart: I can try. Homer: March your butt right out here, now! Bart: No way, man. Homer: But-- Son, if you don't come out, I can't hug you and kiss you and make you feel all better. Bart: You think I'm dumb enough to fall for that? I'm insulted. Homer: (shouting gibberish) (pounding) Corrected & submitted by Derek

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(chattering) Mrs. Krabappel: Now class, I don’t want this field trip to be a repeat of our infamous visit to the Springfield State Prison. So, I want you all to be on your best behavior, especially you, Bart Simpson. Bart: Mrs. Krabappel, I didn’t unlock that door. (tires screech) Otto: Uh, sorry, little dudes. Party hardy was tardy. Mrs. Krabappel: All right, children. Count off. Students: One, two, three. Bart: Hey, Otto. Hey, Ottoman. Otto: Hey, Bart dude. Bart: Any new tattoos, Otto? Otto: Oh, funny you should ask, man. This morning I woke up with this one. Bart: Cool. I want one. Otto: Huh. Not till you’re 14, my little friend. Mrs. Krabappel: Bart! Bart Simpson! Take your seat, Bart. Bart: Oh, please, Mrs. Krabappel, not next to Wendell. He pukes on every bus ride. No offense, Wendell. Wendell: Oh. Mrs. Krabappel: Be that as it may, it’s the only seat left, so get in there! (laughing) Wendell: Please try not to shake the seat like that. Mrs. Krabappel: Now, class, remember. Do not stick any part of your body out the window. We all know the tragic story of the young man who stuck his arm out the window and had it ripped off by a big truck coming in the other direction. Bart: And I was that boy. (laughter) Mrs. Krabappel: Uh, Bart Simpson, sit down! I’ve had just about enough of your tomfoolery. Wendell: Oh, I don’t feel so hot. (chattering) Kid: Look, there’s our school again. Mrs. Krabappel: Otto, are you sure you— Otto: It’s a shortcut, Mrs. K. Trust me. Bart: Mrs. Krabappel! Mrs. Krabappel! Mrs. Krabappel: Bart, not another word out of you, or I’ll subject you to the humiliation of making you sing in front of the class. Bart: Can I pick the song? Mrs. Krabappel: No. The song will be “John Henry Was a Steel Drivin’ Man.” Bart: Oh, no. Sherri: We’re gonna make you sing, Bart Simpson. Terri: Yeah, Bart Simpson, we’re gonna make you sing. Bart: (screams) Mrs. Krabappel: That’s it, Bart. Oh, why can’t you be more like, uh, uh— Sherri & Terri: Us, Mrs. Krabappel? Mrs. Krabappel: Yes, Sherri and Terri. They know how to behave. Bart: Da, da, da, da, da, da. Whoa! ♪ They took Bart Simpson to the graveyard ♪ ♪ And they buried him in the sand ♪ ♪ Oh, yeah, and every locomotive that comes rollin’ by ♪ Mrs. Krabappel: Bart. Bart! Bart: ♪ Says there lies a steel-drivin’ man ♪ Mrs. Krabappel: Okay, Bart. Enough! Bart: Hey, Wendell, you made it, buddy. (vomiting, children groaning) Smithers: And so, this plant harnesses the power of the atom so that we have the energy to run everything from your favorite video game to yummy cotton candy machines. (chuckles) Let’s learn more about nuclear energy, shall we? Lights. Narrator: When most people think of nuclear energy, they think of this. (children yelling) Narrator: But when we talk about nuclear energy, we really mean this. But what exactly is nuclear energy? I don’t know, but I know someone who does. Smilin’ Joe Fission. Joe Fission: Hi, there, energy eaters. I’m Smilin’ Joe Fission, your atomic tour guide… to the strange and exciting world of nuclear power. And these are rods of uranium 235. Hi, Rod. Together: Hi. Hey. Good to see ya. Joe Fission: Hey, you guys look hot. Rods: Of course we’re hot. We’re radioactive. Joe Fission: Uh-oh. Well, how ‘bout a dip in the pool? Together: Yeah! Last one in’s the rotten rod! Joe Fission: The rods make the water so hot it boils. Rods: Ow! Ouch! Ow! Joe Fission: And the steam spins turbines that generate energy. Mrs. Krabappel: Bart, sit down. Joe Fission: Uh-oh. Whoops. Looks like there’s a little leftover nuclear waste. No problem. I’ll just put it where nobody’ll find it for a million years. (sinister laugh) Joe Fission: So, now you know the whole true story of nuclear energy, our no longer misunderstood friend. So, keep on smilin’. (cheering, applauding) Smithers: Now, let’s have even more fun. And uh, over here is our thermal regulator. To your right, if you look through this window, you’ll see where our water rejoins the rest of nature’s biosphere. Sherri: Hey, Bart, our dad says your dad is incompetent. Bart: What does incompetent mean? Terri: It means he spends more time yakking and scarfing down doughnuts than doing his job. Bart: Oh, okay. I thought you were putting him down. Homer: You know, I defy anyone to tell the difference between these doughnuts and ones baked today. My boy’s suppose to be here any second on a field trip. They been through here yet? Plant Worker: Come on, Simpson. If they wanted the kids to see you sitting around on your butt and stuffin’ your face, they’d take them on a tour of your house. Homer: You’re right. I gotta get where the action is. Comin’ through! Bart: Hey, there’s my dad. Hey, Dad! Yo, Homer! Woo! Woo! I’m up here! Homer: Oh, hi, boy! (siren blaring) Sherri/Terri’s Dad: All right. Who’s responsible for this? Homer: (gulps) Sherri/Terri’s Dad: I might have known it was you, Simpson. Homer: But, sir, I— Sherri/Terri’s Dad: I don’t want to hear about it, Simpson. You’re fired! Oh, hi, girls. Sherri & Terri: Hi, Daddy. Bart: (groaning) Lisa: Here’s a good job at the fireworks factory. Homer: Those perfectionists? Forget it. Lisa: How ‘bout this? Supervising technician at the toxic waste dump. Homer: I’m no supervising technician. I’m a technical supervisor. I’ve never done anything worthwhile in my life. I’m a big, worthless nothing. Marge: There, there, Homer. You’ll find a job. You’ve caused plenty of industrial accidents, and you’ve always bounced back. Lisa: Yeah, Dad, you can do it! Bart: Yeah, go for it, Dad. Homer: You’re right! I’m young, I’m able-bodied, and I’ll take anything! Watch out, Springfield. Here I come. Bart: Don’t give up, Dad. Homer: I’m just a technical supervisor who cared too much. Moe: Moe’s Tavern. Bart: Is Mr. Freely there? Moe: Who? Bart: Freely. First initials “I. P.” Moe: Hold on. I’ll check. Uh, is I. P. Freely here? Hey, everybody! I. P. Freely! Wait a minute. Listen to me, ya lousy bum. (Bart laughing) Moe: When I get a hold of you, you’re d*ad. I swear I’m gonna slice your heart in half. (Bart & Lisa laughing) Homer: You’ll get that punk someday, Moe. Moe: Ah, I don’t know. He’s tough to catch. He keeps changing his name. Homer: Oh, I think I’ll have another— Oops. Oh, I’m a little low on funds. Do you think you can cover me just this once? Moe: No, sorry. Homer: W-Why not? I think after all these years I deserve an explanation. Moe: I don’t think you’re ever gonna get another job and be able to pay me back. Homer: Oh. Moe: Don’t worry. We’re still friends. ♪ I fall to pieces ♪ ♪ Homer: (mumbling) Marge: Are you all right, Homer? Homer: I’m fine. I’m just thinking. Marge: Well, I’ve been thinking too. You know, Homer, you’ve always been such a good provider, but when we got married, Mr. Berger promised I could come back to my old job anytime I wanted. Homer: You think you can still do that kind of work? Marge: Sure. You never forget. It’s just like riding a bicycle. (horn honks) Otto: Hey, Mama, where’s my fries already? Marge: (growling) (horn honking) Lisa: Dad, eat something. It’s got mustard on it. Bart: All he does is lie there like an unemployed whale. Lisa: I don’t know what else to do. Bart: There’s only one thing we can do: take advantage of the old guy. You gotta sign my report card, Dad. (yelling on TV) Announcer: Loaftime, the cable network for the unemployed. We’ll be back with more tips on how to win the lottery right after this. Announcer 2: Unemployed? Out of work? Sober? You sat around the house all day, but now it’s Duff time. Duff, the beer that makes the days fly by. ♪ Can’t get enough of that wonderful Duff ♪ ♪ Duff beer ♪ Homer: Beer. Now there’s a temporary solution. There must be some beer here somewhere. Ah. Maybe in here. Damn! I need money! Bart: (moaning) (snorting) Homer: Oh, no. What have I done? I smashed open my little boy’s piggy bank, and for what? A few measly cents. Not even enough to buy one beer. Wait a minute. Let me count and make sure. Not even close. Homer: (thinking) Dear family. I am an utter failure, and you’ll be better off without me. By the time you read this, I will be in my watery grave. I can only leave you with the words my father gave me: “Stand tall, have courage and never give up.” I only hope I can provide a better model… in death than I did in life. Warmest regards. Love, Homer J. Simpson. Homer: (grunting) (squeaking) Homer: (grunting continues) (sniffles) Nothing’s easy. Old woman: Oh, looks like young Simpson is going to k*ll himself. Old man: Well, maybe not. Maybe he’s just taking his boulder for a walk. (laughing) Old woman: Oh. (laughing) Bart: Mom! Mom! Wake up! Lisa: We’ve been robbed! Marge: What? Bart: Someone swiped my piggy bank! Marge: (gasps) Your father’s gone too! Lisa: Look what I found. Marge: (gasps) Homer: (grunting continues) Almost there. (horn honking) Homer: Hey, you idiot! Watch where you’re going! Well, live and learn. Marge: There he is! Bart: Don’t do it, Dad! Homer: Boy, this intersection is dangerous. Someone ought to put a stop sign here. Marge: (gasps) Oh, Homer. How could you think of k*lling yourself? We love you. Lisa: Yeah, Dad. We love you. Bart: Yeah. Homer: k*ll myself? k*lling myself is the last thing I’d ever do. Now I have a purpose, a reason to live. I don’t care who I have to face. I don’t care who I have to fight. I will not rest until this street gets a stop sign! Council man: Next on the agenda. Police Chief Wiggum will give us an update on our graffiti problem. Wiggum: Well, it’s no secret our city is under siege by a graffiti vandal known as “El Barto.” Police artists have a composite sketch of the culprit. If anyone has any information, please contact us immediately. Bart: Cool, man. Old man: Tough customer. Homer: Ooh, wouldn’t want to run into him in a dark alley. Council man: And now, new business. Homer Simpson, local resident, has something. Mr. Simpson? Marge: Don’t be nervous. We believe in you, Homer. Homer: (clears throat) Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed councilmen, boys and girls, retired people with nothing better to do. Danger comes in many, many forms, from the dinosaurs that tormented our caveman ancestors to the— Council man: Simpson, get to the point. Homer: I think we should put a stop sign at “D” Street and 12th. The other— Council man: All in favor? Councilmen: Aye. Council man: Approved. Meeting adjourned. Coffee and maple logs in the lobby. Homer: Wow. They listened to me. Lisa: All right, Dad! Bart: Way to go, Homer. Marge: You did it, Homer. Homer: If they think I’m gonna stop at that stop sign, they’re sadly mistaken. (camera shutter flashes) Marge: Oh, Homer, I am so proud of you. Homer: Proud? Proud of what? Marge: Well, everything. Your dip sign, for instance. Now people won’t be caught off guard by that little “mm-mmm” in the road. Homer: Ah, what a great family, but come on. We all know this is small potatoes. There’s a danger in this town that is bigger than all the dips put together. Lisa: What, Dad? Homer: I’m talking about that. Marge: You don’t mean you’re going to take on your old bosses. Lisa: Wow. Bart: Gee, Dad’s a hero. Homer: What’d ya say, son? Bart: Nothin’. Homer: That’s okay. I’ll just assume you said what I thought I heard you say. (cheering, yelling) Man: He also brought you the speed bump- (cheering) Man: The dip sign, the 15 miles per hour speed limit on Main Street. (booing) Man: I give you the man whose very name is synonymous with safety. Homer Simpson! Crowd: (cheering) Homer! Homer! Homer: Thank you. Unlike most of you, I am not a nut. Just a good, honest American who opposes wrongdoing… and especially carelessness wherever they occur. Mr. Burns: (groans) Look at that man. He has the crowd in the palm of his hand. Ah, I haven’t seen anything like it since Jolson. Who is he? Smithers: That’s Homer Simpson, sir. He used to work here in the plant, but we fired him for gross incompetence. Mr. Burns: Oh, so that’s his little game. Get this Simpson character up here right now. Smithers: But Mr. Burns— Mr. Burns: I said do it! Now do it! Do it! Do it! Homer: Our lives are at the hands of men no smarter than you or I, many of them, incompetent boobs. I know this because I worked alongside them, gone bowling with them, watched them pass me over for promotions time and again. And I say, this stinks! (cheering) Smithers: Hey. Hey, Simpson, Burns wants to talk to you privately. Homer: Privately? Smithers: Yes. Homer: Stay here. I’ll be right back. (cheering) Mr. Burns: Ah, Homer Simpson, at last we meet. Homer: Same here. Mr. Burns: Simpson, I want you to rejoin our power plant family. Homer: Sorry. No can do. Mr. Burns: Hear me out, Simpson! I don’t want you to come back as a technical supervisor or supervising technician or whatever the hell you used to do. I want you to be in charge of safety here at the plant. Homer: Safety? But, sir, if truth be known, I actually caused more accidents around here than any other employee. There were even a few doozies no one ever found out about. Mr. Burns: The generous offer I’m making is good for exactly… 30 seconds, Simpson. Homer: (thinking) Me, in charge of safety? This place could blow sky high. Nah. I’ll concentrate on my work now. Gee, this guy’s desk sure is big. I can’t let Marge support the family. This guy’s got the cleanest shirt I’ve ever seen. What should I— Mr. Burns: Simpson, time’s up. Homer: Mmm, what the hey. I’ll take the job. Mr. Burns: Excellent. Your first duty will be to step out on the balcony and tell that crowd this plant is safe. Homer: What? Mr. Burns: Go on, Homer. Crowd: Homer! Homer! Homer! Homer! Homer! (cheering, applauding) Marge: Yeah, Homer! Lisa: Go, Dad! Homer: Ladies and gentlemen, this plant is— Oh, sit tight. I’ll be right back. (cheering) Homer: I can’t do it, Mr. Burns. Mr. Burns: You mean, you’re willing to give up a good job and a raise just for your principles? Homer: Mmm. When you put it that way, it does sound a little farfetched, but that’s the lug you’re lookin’ at! And I vow to continue spending every free minute I have… crusading for safety! Of course, I’d have a lot less of those free minutes if you gave me the job. Mr. Burns: Mmm. You’re not as stupid as you look or sound… or our best testing indicates. You’ve got the job. Now get to work! Homer: I’ll get to work, but first I have to say good-bye to some friends. (door sliding open) (cheering) Homer: Friends, you have come to depend on me as your safety watchdog so you won’t scrape yourself or stub your toes or blow yourselves up. But you can’t depend on me all your life. You have to learn that there’s a little Homer Simpson in all of us, and I’m going to have to live without your respect and awe. The only reason I’m telling you this is… I’m going to be leaving you. (gasps) Homer: But don’t worry. I have just been appointed the new safety inspector at this very plant… with a big, fat raise! (cheering) Bart: Hey, that’s my pop up there! Dad, watch out! Homer: (screaming) Whoa, easy! Don’t drop me. Be careful. Crowd: Homer! Homer! Homer! Submitted & Corrected by Derek

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Bart: Yeah. Lisa: Yeah. Bart: Oh, yeah? Lisa: Yeah! Bart: Oh, yeah? Lisa: Yeah. Bart: Oh, yeah? Lisa: Yeah! Homer: Hey, what’s the problem here? Lisa: We were fighting over which one of us loves you more. Homer: You were? (sniffles) Aw, well, go ahead. Bart: You love him more. Lisa: No, you do. Bart: No, I don’t. Lisa: Yes, you do! Bart: No, I don’t. Homer: Look, you better get this all out of your system right now! I don’t want you embarrassing me at my boss’s picnic. Mmm. Marshmallow. (belches) Marge: Homer! Homer: I’m trying to get at least some of the unfortunate noises out of my system while I can, Marge. I don’t want to embarrass myself at the company picnic. Marge: (disgruntled groan) Homer: Are you sure that’s enough? You know how the boss loves your delicious gelatin desserts. Marge: Oh, Homer, Mr. Burns just said he liked it… once. Homer: Marge that’s the only time he’s ever spoken to me without using the word “bonehead.” Homer: There it is, kids! Stately Burns Manor. Heaven on Earth. Okay, now look, my boss is gonna be at this picnic so I want you to show your father some love and/or respect. Lisa: Tough choice. Bart: I’m thinking respect. Mr. Burns: Good to see you. Glad you could make it. Man: Oh, thank you, Mr. Burns, I’m so glad you invited us. Tom: Not me. I had to miss little league for this. Man: Quiet, Tom. Mr. Burns: Oh, please, please don’t fight. Just go out back and have a good time. f*re that man, Smithers. I don’t want him or his unpleasant family to ruin my picnic. Smithers: He’ll be gone by the tug-of-w*r, sir. Mr. Burns: Excellent. Homer: Uh, afternoon, Mr. Burns. Mr. Burns: Hi. Hello, there, uh— uh— Homer: (whispering) Simpson, Homer. Smithers: Here you go, sir. Mr. Burns: Ah! Oh, yes. Uh, oh, and this must be your lovely wife, Marge. Oh, and look at little, uh, Lisa. Why she’s growing like a weed. And this must be, uh, Brat. Bart: Bart. Homer: Don’t correct the man, Brat. Oh, boss, look what we brought, gelatin desserts. Mr. Burns: Oh, for the love of Peter. That’s all anybody brought. Some damn fool went around telling everyone I love that slimy goop. Well, toss it in the pile over there. And… make yourselves at home. Bart: Hear that, Dad? You can lie around in your underwear and scratch yourself. Homer: Now, you listen to me! Bart: Whoa! Mr. Burns: Trouble, Simpson? Homer: No. (chuckles) Just congratulating the son on a fine joke about his old man. Homer: Now remember, as far as anyone knows, we’re a nice, normal family. Lisa: Hey, Bart, last one in the fountain’s a rotten egg! Bart: Hey! Homer: D’oh! Be normal! Be normal! Marge: What an adorable little girl. Woman: (chuckles) Thank you. Why don’t we dump them in the nursery and get a glass of punch? Marge: Oh, I’m not much of a drinker. Woman: Hey, isn’t that your boy there torturing the swans? (squawking) Homer: Bart! Marge: (groans) Maybe I will take you up on that punch. Marge: Gee, do you think we should leave the kids unsupervised? Woman: You’re right. There. Homer: Bart! Lisa! (mumbles) (squawking) Homer: Where are you, kids? Oh! Bart: Whoops. Homer: Got ya! Bart: Whoa, careful, Dad. Blow a gasket, you lose your job. Smithers: Now hear this: The father/son sack race will begin in five minutes on the north lawn. Participation is mandatory. Repeat, mandatory. That is all. Homer: You remember the rules from last year? Bart: Yeah. Shut my mouth, and let your boss win. (squawking) Bart: Hey! Woman 2: I don’t know who to love more: my son, Joshua, who’s captain of the football team; or my daughter, Amber, who got the lead in the school play. Usually, I use their grades as a tiebreaker, but they both got straight A’s this term, so… what’s a mother to do? Marge: Mm-hmm. Well, I sense greatness in my family. Woman: Your family? Marge: Well, it’s a greatness that others can’t see, but it’s there. And if it’s not true greatness we have, we’re at least average. I don’t want to alarm anyone, but I think there’s a little al-key-hol in this punch. Smithers: Mr. Burns, are you ready? Mr. Burns: Yes. Smithers: Are you set? Mr. Burns: Yes. Smithers: (whispering) Go, Mr. Burns. Mr. Burns: (grunting) (all cheering) (g*n) Bart: Man, this is pathetic. I’m goin’ for it! Homer: Bart, no! Oh, oh, oh. Oh, no, wait. Oh, no. Bart, don’t. Don’t. No! (all laughing, cheering) Mr. Burns: Close one this year. (sinister laugh) Marge: ♪ Here we sit enjoying the shade ♪ Women: ♪ Hey, brother, pour on the wine ♪ Marge: ♪ Drink the drink that I have made ♪ Women: ♪ Hey, brother, pour on the wine ♪ Marge: ♪ He’s here at last my one and only ♪ ♪ Good-bye friends and don’t be lonely ♪ Women: ♪ Hey, brother, pour on the wine ♪ ♪ Homer: Marge, I need you! Marge: Hey, Homie! Did you try the punch? Homer: Snap out of it, Marge. You’ve gotta come with me. The boss is going to make a toast. Marge: Well, I’m not much of a drinker. Homer: Why you picked the perfect time to start. You… ♪ ♪ (“For He’s A Jolly Good Fellow” off-key) Mr. Burns: Musicians, cease that infernal tootling. Thank you all… uh, for coming. (applause) Homer: Marge, knock it off. Marge: (scoffs) Well, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Homer: Marge! Mr. Burns: But now it’s time to say goodbye. Please, get off my property until next year. I suggest you don’t dawdle. The hounds will be released in ten minutes. (applause) Man 2: Did you have a good time, son? Man 2’s son: Yeah, thanks, Pop. Mr. Burns: Aw, that’s the kind of family unity I like to see. Smithers! Smithers: Yes, sir? Mr. Burns: Get that man’s name. I predict big things for him down at the power plant. Homer: Quick, Bart, give me a kiss. Bart: Kiss you? But, Dad, I’m your kid. Homer: Bart, please? Five bucks for a kiss. Mr. Burns: (scoffs) I have never seen such an obvious attempt to curry my favor. Smithers: Fabulous observation, sir. Just fabulous. (Marge humming) Homer: Boy, I’m glad that’s over. Now we can go home and act normal again. Man 2: What do you mean? Homer: Aw, come on. (kissing) That cornball routine. “I love you, Daddy.” Give me a break. Man 2: I pity you. Homer: Why? Man 2’s son: After you. Man 2’s daughter: Well, thank you so much. Lisa: Me first! Bart: No, me. Lisa: No, me. Bart: No, me. Lisa: Me. Bart: Me. Lisa: Me. Bart: Me. Man 2’s wife: Honey, you look so tired. Would you like me to drive? Marge: Oh, Homie, I think I’m going to be sick. Family: ♪ There was a farmer had a dog ♪ ♪ And Bingo was his name, oh ♪ ♪ B-i-n-g-o B-i-n-g-o ♪ ♪ B-i-n-g-o and Bingo was his name, oh ♪ ♪ Marge: Homie, get in the car. Lisa: This is where you belong. Bart: Yeah, Homer. Room for one more. All: (chanting) One of us. One of us. One of us. One of us. (all laughing sinisterly) Family: ♪ B-i-n-g-o B-i-n-g-o B-i-n-g-o ♪ ♪ Homer: (sighs) (squawking) TV: The father of the family has worked all day to find this food for his children. Unable to fend for themselves, the baby bald eaglets are dependent on their mother regurgitating the food which he has found. Bart, Lisa, & Marge: Hey! Homer: Look, everybody. Yesterday was a real eye-opener. We’ve got to do better as a family. So tonight, we’re not going to shovel food in our mouths while we stare at the TV. We’re going to eat at the dining room table like a normal family. Lisa: Happy, Dad? Homer: Yes. Lisa: Good. Commence shoveling. Homer: No. We’re going to say grace first. Bart: Okay. Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub. Homer: (groaning) No! Ignore the boy, Lord. Now, can the chatter, and bow your heads. (clears throat) Dear Lord, thank you for this microwave bounty, even though we don’t deserve it. I mean, our kids are uncontrollable hellions. Pardon my French, but they act like savages. Did you see them at the picnic? Oh, of course, you did. You’re everywhere. You’re “omnivorous.” O Lord, why did you smite me with this family? Bart, Lisa, & Marge: Amen! Bart: Let’s eat. Homer: No, I’m not done yet! Marge: But Homer, how long are we supposed to sit here and listen to you bad-mouth us to the man upstairs? Homer: I’m sorry, Marge, but sometimes I think we’re the worst family in town. Marge: Maybe we should move to a larger community. Homer: Oh! Bart: Don’t have a cow, Dad. Lisa: The sad truth is, all families are like us. Homer: You think so, huh? Well, there’s only one way to find out. Follow me. Homer: Look at that, kids. No fighting. No yelling. Lisa: No belching. The dad has his shirt on. Marge: Look, napkins! Bart: These people are obviously freaks. Homer: Oh, you think so? Well, let’s see what’s behind for number two. Lisa: What are they doing? Marge: They’re having a conversation. They actually enjoy talking to each other. Homer: I wish I could hear what they’re saying. Boy: Papa, I believe I heard some rustling in the bushes. Boy’s Father: Hmm. I did too. Better get the g*n. Lisa: Where’s he going? Homer: Probably to get the old man his pipe and slippers. (g*n cocking) (all yelling) (g*n) (all screaming) (all sighing) Bart: Whoa, look at this place. What a dump! Homer: It’s worse than you think. (chuckling) I just trampled this poor sap’s flower bed. Marge: Homer, this is our house. Homer: (screams) Marge: Are you coming in, Homer? Homer: No, no. (sighs) I wanna be alone with my thought. (door closes) Man on TV: Fans are getting just a little bit anxious here. Homer: Another beer, Moe. Moe: What’s a matter, Homer? Bloodiest fight of the year. You’re sitting there like a thirsty bump on a log. Eddie. Eddie: Evening, Moe. Moe: Want some pretzels? Eddie: (chuckles) No, thanks. We’re on duty. A couple beers would be nice, though. Moe: That’ll be two bucks, boys. Just kidding. (chuckling) Lou: Good one, Moe. Listen, we’re looking for a family of Peeping Toms who’s been terrorizing the neighborhood. Quiet, boy. Let the nice people enjoy their beers. (growling) Lou: Ah, don’t worry. This dog has the scent. Eddie: Hey. What’s gotten into Bobo? Homer: I got some wieners in my pocket. Eddie: That figures. Come on, you stupid dog. (growling) Homer: You know, Moe, my mom once said something that really stuck with me. She said, “Homer, you’re a big disappointment.” And God bless her soul, she was really on to something. Barney: Don’t blame yourself, Homer. You got dealt a bad hand. You got crummy little kids that nobody can control. Homer: You can’t talk that way about my kids! Or at least two of them. Barney: Why you got two I haven’t met? Homer: Why you— Here’s five you haven’t met. Man on TV: A tremendous right. That’s just gotta hurt. Ladies and gentlemen, this fight is over! (all cheering) Man on TV: “All-Star Boxing” is brought to you by… Dr. Marvin Monroe’s Family Therapy Center. Homer: Huh? What? Wife on TV: Honey, aren’t you going to work today? Husband on TV: Oh, I don’t think so. Wife on TV: Honey, you have a problem, and it won’t get better till you admit it. Husband on TV: I admit this: You better shut your big yap. Wife on TV: Oh, you shut up. Husband on TV: No, you shut up! Wife on TV: No, you shut up! Husband on TV: Oh, shut up. Wife on TV: No, you shut up! Husband on TV: Shut up! Wife on TV: Shut up! Son on TV: Why don’t you both shut up?! Dr. Monroe: Hi, friends. I’m Dr. Marvin Monroe. Does this scene look familiar? If so, I can help. No gimmicks. No pills. No fad diets. Just family bliss, or double your money back. So call today. Man on TV: Dr. Marvin Monroe’s Family Therapy Center. 1-800-555-HUGS. Why don’t you call right now? Homer: When will I learn? The answer to life’s problems aren’t at the bottom of a bottle. (chuckling) They’re on TV! (touch tones) Scratchy: (screaming) Bart & Lisa: (laughing) Homer: All right, time for a family meeting. Lisa: Why can’t we have a meeting when you’re watching TV? Homer: Now look, you know and I know this family needs help, professional help. So I’ve made us an appointment with Dr. Marvin Monroe. Bart: The fat guy on TV? Lisa: You’re sending us to a doctor who advertises on pro wrestling? Homer: Boxing, Lisa, boxing. There’s a world of difference. Marge: Gee, Homer, are you sure this is the right thing to do? Homer: Honey, I’ve given this matter a lot of study, and of all the commercials I saw, his was the best. All it costs is $250. Marge: We don’t have that kind of money. Homer: Well, then, we’re just going to have to dig deep. Marge, go get the kids’ college fund. Lisa: Hey! Marge: Oh, Homer. Homer: Oh, come on, Marge. Why scrimp now on the off-chance that they’ll actually get in some place? Marge: Forty-eight. Forty-nine. Fifty. Eighty-eight dollars and fifty cents. Homer: That’s it? That’s the college fund we’ve been saving for all these years? Lisa: I guess I’d have needed a partial scholarship. Homer: Well, we’re not licked yet. To save this family, we’re going to have to make the supreme sacrifice. Lisa: No, Dad. Please, don’t pawn the TV. Bart: Oh, come on, Dad, anything but that. Marge: Homer, couldn’t we pawn my engagement ring instead? Homer: Now, I appreciate that honey, but we need $150 here! Pawn store cashier: Afternoon, Simpson. So what can I do for ya? Homer: Would you pay $150 for this lovely Motorola? Pawn store cashier: Is it cable-ready? Homer: Ready as she’ll ever be. Pawn store cashier: Mister, you got yourself a deal. ♪ ♪ (Muzak) Marge: All our money, the college funds, the TV. Homer, you’re driving a stake through the hearts of those who love you. Homer: Hey, no pain, no gain. Receptionist: Will you be paying by cash or check? Homer: Cash, of course. I’ve got $250 right here with me. I’m holding it right now. Here it is. Look. Check it out, 250 big ones. Bart: If you really want to impress her, show her the big, empty space where our TV used to be. Homer: Bart! Man: Come on, family. Let’s go celebrate our newfound ability to express love for each other. I’m taking you out for frosty chocolate milkshakes. Man’s kids: Yay! Lisa: (sighs) There go my young-girl dreams of Vassar. Dr. Monroe: Hello, I’m Dr. Marvin Monroe. No doubt you recognize me from TV. Lisa: We would if we had one. Homer: Lisa! Dr. Monroe: No, no, Homer, don’t stifle the youngster. Your family must feel free to express itself. That’s what these pads and jumbo markers are for. I want you to draw for me your fears, your anxieties, the roots of your unhappiness. Now, take a deep, cleansing breath. Simpsons: (inhaling, exhaling) Dr. Monroe: And begin. Homer: (humming) Dr. Monroe: Mm-hmm. Uh-huh. No surprises here. Homer? Homer: (humming continues) Dr. Monroe: Homer, what have you got for us? Homer: (humming continues) Dr. Monroe: Homer? Homer: Oops, sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. Dr. Monroe: Well, if you had been paying attention, perhaps you would have noticed that your family sees you as a rather stern authority figure, an ogre if you will. Marge: Now, Doctor, that’s not true. Lisa: Ogre is such a strong word. Bart: Right on, Doc! Another successful diagnosis. Homer: That does it! Dr. Monroe: Wow! (chuckles) Okay, you wanna k*ll each other. That’s good. That’s healthy. There’s nothing necessarily wrong with hostile conflict. All I ask is that you use my patented aggression therapy mallets. Homer: Good idea. Bart: All right. Marge: I don’t know. Dr. Monroe: Okay. Let’s take another deep, cleansing breath. Simpsons: (inhaling) (all grunting) Homer: Wait a minute. These mallet things are padded with foam rubber. What’s the point? Bart: They’d work much better without the padding, Doc. Dr. Monroe: No, no. That’s not true. Bart: (grunts) Dr. Monroe: Ah! Bart: See? Dr. Monroe: Give me that. Yes, well, that concludes this portion of our treatment. Marge: Are we cured yet? Dr. Monroe: (scoffs) Don’t be ridiculous. You will be cured, but it’s going to require somewhat more unorthodox methods. Homer: Unortho what? Dr. Monroe: Don’t worry. I’ll have plenty of time to explain while I warm up the… electric generator. Dr. Monroe: Everyone comfy? (chuckles) Good. Now, don’t touch any of those buttons in front of you for a very important reason, i.e., you are wired into the rest of your family. You have the ability to shock them, and they have the ability to shock— (electronic buzz) Homer: (screaming) Bart: Just testing. Homer: Why you— Dr. Monroe: No, Homer, not yet. Homer: Aw. Dr. Monroe: You see, this is what is known as aversion therapy. When someone hurts you emotionally, you will hurt them physically. And gradually you will learn not to hurt each other at all. And won’t that be wonderful, Homer? Homer: Oh, yes, Doctor. (buzzing) Bart: Whoa! (buzzing) Lisa: Ah! Marge: Bart, how could you shock your little sister? Bart: My finger slipped. (screams) Lisa: So did mine. (buzz) Lisa: (screams) Bart: (screams) Marge: Bart, Lisa, stop that. (buzzing) (screaming, buzzing continue) Dr. Monroe: No, no. Now, wait a minute. Wait! Wait! Folks, if I could— This is not the way to get healthy! (screaming, buzzing continue) Dr. Monroe: No! You’ve got to understand something! (yelling) ♪ ♪ (music distorts) Dr. Monroe: People, please! (buzzing) (all screaming) Smithers: Boy. Someone’s really gobbling up the juice, sir. Mr. Burns: Excellent. Excellent. Perhaps this energy conservation fad is as d*ad as the dodo. (screaming, buzzing continue) Dr. Monroe: No, no! Receptionist: Dr. Monroe, your other patients have fled the building. Dr. Monroe: Stop! Stop! You’re damaging the equipment. (electronic sizzle, hum) Bart: Hey. Nice hair, mom. Marge: Gee, I thought we were making real progress. Dr. Monroe: No, I’m sorry, you’re not! Please, you’ve just got to go. Homer: Wait a minute, Doc. Your TV commercial said, “Family bliss or double our money back.” Dr. Monroe: Oh, but that was just— All right. (whispers) Get the money. Dr. Monroe: 20, 40, 60, 80, 100. 20, 40, 60, 80, 200. 20, 40, 60, 80, 300. 20, 40, 60, 80, 400. 20, 40, 60, 80, 500. Just go, and never tell anyone you were here! Homer: Wow, 500 smackers. Marge: Homer, how wonderful, our first pleasant surprise. Lisa: It’s not the money, as much as the feeling that we earned it. Bart: You did it, Dad. Marge: Excuse me, dear. Shouldn’t we be heading down to the pawn shop to get our TV back? Homer: That piece of junk? Forget it. We’re gonna get a new TV. Twenty-one-inch screen, realistic flesh tones, and a little cart so we can wheel it into the dining room on holidays. Bart & Lisa: Yay! Marge: Oh, Homer, we love you.

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Inside, HOMER opens an oven. HOMER: Do I smell cupcakes? Ooh, do I ever! MARGE: Uh-uh, Homer. Lisa's making these for her teacher. HOMER: Ah. Say no more. He closes it and seconds later Bart opens it. BART: Yum! Don't mind if I do! HOMER: Bart! Homer drags him back into the kitchen. BART: Oh, man! LISA: Keep your greasy mitts outta there. MARGE: These are for Lisa's class. LISA: It's Mrs. Hoover's birthday. BART: You know, there are names for people like you. LISA: No, there aren't. BART: Teacher's pet, apple polisher, butt kisser-- HOMER: Bart! You're saying "butt kisser" like it's a bad thing. BART: Huh? Homer taps his jeans and Bart moves to sit on his lap. HOMER: Well, you see, boy, it never hurts to grease the wheels a little. LISA: I'm not greasing the wheels, Dad. I like my teacher. HOMER: Sure, Lis. You see how it works, Bart? A cupcake here, a good grade here. LISA: Dad, I get good grades 'cause I'm smart and I pay attention and I study hard. HOMER: Yeah right, Lisa. It's the three roads to success, Bart: work, brains, and hmm-- He lifts up a cupcake. LISA: Oh, brother. There is a loud honking outside. BART: Uh-oh, school bus! Gotta go. HOMER: Heh-heh-heh. As he is about to shove the cupcake into his mouth, Lisa reaches over and grabs it from him. HOMER: Doh! CUT TO: Bart and Lisa make their way onto the bus. OTTO listens to music. BART: Yo, Ottoman! OTTO: Yo, Bartdude! BART: Hey, can you believe it man? My sister here made a whole pile of cupcakes to butter up her teacher, and she won't give anybody else even one measly little crumb. OTTO: Huh, that's bad news, man. LISA: Here, Otto. I made an extra one for you. OTTO: Oh, thanks, little lady. LISA: You're welcome. Bart and Lisa sit together in one seat. The engine rumbles and everybody jumps around. STUDENTS: Whoa! BART: Better let me hold these, Lis. He grabs for the box of cupcakes. LISA: Forger it. She snatches it back. BART: You sniveling toad! You little egg sucker! LISA: Tell me more. BART: Back-scratcher! Foot-licker! Honor student! LISA: You'll never get one now, Mr. Name-caller. BART: All, all right. Look, I'm sorry. I got upset. In the heat of the moment, I said some things I didn't mean. LISA: You weren't thinking, were you? BART: No. LISA: I'm not a sniveling toad, am I? BART: Not really. LISA: I'm not a little egg sucker, am I? BART: Of course not. LISA: Then what am I? BART: A beautiful human being. LISA: What do you like best about me? BART: Well, I'd have to say your generous nature, your spirit of giving. LISA: Well, open your mouth and close your eyes, and you will get a big surprise. Bart does as instructed. As he does, Lisa moves quickly from her seat. She drops a cupcake and then grabs it from the floor. She pushes it into Bart's mouth. BART: Thanks, Lis. You're the best. DISSOLVE TO: The front yard of school, where students talk. Lisa talks with her friend JANEY. LISA: Look, Janey, cupcakes. As she hands over the box, a BULLY comes in and snatches it up. BULLY: Ah, give me that! LISA: Hey, give those back! The bully takes a bite out of every cupcake and throws them away. Bart runs over, his fist high in the air. BART: Hey, what's the big idea? That's my sister, man. BULLY: So what? BART: So give her back those cupcakes before I knock your block off. LISA: Don't, Bart! He's a friend of Nelson Muntz! The bully drops the box of cupcakes and stomps on it. Bart and the bully lock eyes. BART: Ooh! He leaps into the air and brings the bully down to the ground. They fight before a hand reaches and takes Bart off. The hand of NELSON MUNTZ. Bart swings blindly in all directions. BART: Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Nelson throws Bart to the ground. BART: Wha? BULLY: Nelson, you're bleeding! A small trickle of b lood comes out of Nelson's nose. NELSON: Nah, happens all the time. Somebody else's blood splatters on me. Hey, wait a minute. You're right! You made me bleed my own blood! The students gasp. BART: It was an accident, man. A terrible, ghastly mistake. Ask anybody. The wind blows. Everyone is silent. BART: Uh-oh. A cold wind. PRINCIPAL SKINNER suddenly arrives. SKINNER: Hello kids, everything above the board here? Good, play friendly, children. The bell rings. SKINNER: Uh-oh, there's your bell. Come along, now, all of you. No dawdling, now. NELSON: I'll get you after school, man. BART: But-- SKINNER: Oh, no, no, no. He'll get you after school, son. Now, hurry up. It's time for class. BART: But-- SKINNER: Scoot, young Simpson. There's learning afoot. Bart slowly walks into the school. DISSOLVE TO: A classroom. Various students have their books open. Bart sits thinking. DISSOLVE TO: Bart's dream. Bart stands, his fists in front of him on the playground. BART: Okay, Nelson, put up your dukes! A big shadow looms over Bart. BART: Aaa! He runs away and goes through a school door. Seconds later, the door is punched through by a big hand. It falls and Nelson arrives. BART: Yikes! Bart runs to a crate of knives. He picks them up by the handful and throws them into Nelson. BART: Ah ah ah! They all land in Nelson's chest. He is unaffected. He takes them all out. NELSON: Ha ha ha! Bart grabs a machine g*n and fires off into Nelson's chest. The b*ll*ts simply bounce off. NELSON: Ha ha ha! BART: Oh. His g*n out of a*mo, Bart throws it at Nelson. The giant Nelson grabs it and eats it. Bart runs up a long staircase as Nelson's increasing face comes behind him. Bart reaches the top of the staircase. d*ad end. BART: Uh, oh, stop. Nelson grabs him. NELSON: Lunchtime! Ha, ha, ha! Lunchtime! He shoves Bart down his throat. Bart screams as he falls... DISSOLVE TO: Back to classroom. MILHOUSE taps Bart on the shoulder. MILHOUSE: Lunchtime, Bart. It's lunchtime. BART: I ain't gonna get out of the fourth grade alive. DISSOLVE TO: Milhouse and Bart walk along a school hallway. MILHOUSE: You gotta tell Principal Skinner, Bart. BART: I can't squeal. It would violate the code of the schoolyard. CUT TO: Bart and Milhouse walk into the cafeteria. LISA: Hey everybody, here comes my brother, Bart the bully-k*ller! Everybody yells in cheer. STUDENT: You're our hero, Bart. BART: Look, everybody, I would just as soon not make a big deal out of this. I'm not saying I'm not a hero. I'm just saying that I fear for my safety. The students mumble as Nelson and the bully make their way through a crowd. STUDENT: Look, out. Everybody runs away from Bart. Bart is now face-to-face with Nelson. BART: Nelson, it was all a mistake. This is how it happened, man. Listen up. You may get a kick out of it. My sister was making cupcakes this morning and--- NELSON: I'll see you at the flagpole at 3:15. BULLY: And you better be prompt. OTHER BULLY: He has four other beatings scheduled this afternoon. DISSOLVE TO: Back in the classroom. Everybody works while Bart dreams away again. DISSOLVE TO: Bart's dream. He lies in a open casket, d*ad. Otto walks bye, weeping. OTTO: Good-bye, little dude. He looks so lifelife, man. SKINNER: Yes. The school nurse did a wonderful job reconstructing his little face after the fight. Otto goes away as he listens to music. SKINNER: Good-bye, son. I guess you were right. All that homework was a waste of your time. Skinner leaves and Milhouse arrives. MILHOUSE: Thanks, Bart. We got the day off from school for this. Milhouse leaves and Homer and the family arrive. HOMER: Yeah, and I got the day off from work! MARGE: Homer! She taps him on the shoulder. HOMER: Who wants a day off from work when I'm never gonna see my beloved son again? Oh, Bart! Oh, Bart! MARGE: That's better, Homer. Be brave. Bye bye, Bart. You were always my special little guy. LISA: Bart, here's the cupcake you wanted. I can't help but think if I had just given it to you in the first place, this whole horrible tragedy could have been avoided. I know you can't eat it now so I'll just place it lovingly on your forehead. Lisa cries as she walks away and Nelson comes. NELSON: Hey, look. They got food at this thing. He grabs the cupcake. NELSON: Here's one for the road, dude. He punches Bart in the stomach. DISSOLVE TO: The bell ringing. 3:15. Bart stands near a brick wall. He runs across several playgrounds before he runs right into Nelson. BART: Aah! NELSON; Put em up! Nelson punches Bart about ten times before he falls. BART: Oh! Boy, you sure taught me a lesson. Whoo. Thanks, guys. The bullies drag him away. BART: I guess now all that's left is a hearty handshake. Right, guys? They drag him to a garbage can. Nelson opens it up. NELSON: I'm gonna get you again tomorrow, Simpson. They throw him into the can. OTHER BULLY: Is 3:15 good for you? BART: Uh, not really. OTHER BULLY: Too bad. The can is rolled down a winding street. BART: Oh, no. Oh man, that guy's tough to love. FADE TO BLACK FADE IN: A sh*t of the Simpsons house. The garbage can rolls up to it. Bart crawls out, groaning. He stands up and falls before crawling to the front door. CUT TO: The living room. Marge knits and Homer reads a newspaper. BART: Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad. HOMER: Tough day at school, boy? MARGE: Bart, what happened to you? BART: Let's just say I paid the inevitable price for helping out my sister. HOMER: So you had a little scuffle, eh? Heh-heh. Hope you won. Bart walks into the bathroom and looks into the mirror. BART: I'm gonna miss you, big guy. He climbs into the bathtub and groans. HOMER: Bart, your mother has the fool idea that you're upset about something. Homer pokes his head in. Bart starts crying. BART: Dad, I need help. Please. Oh. HOMER: Now, come on, Bart. We don't want your mother to see you crying. Here, let me help you dry those tears. He picks up a drier and turns it on. Bart's face is blown back for several seconds. HOMER: So what's the problem, son? BART: I had a run-in with a bully. MARGE: A bully? Marge comes in. HOMER: Come on, Marge! I don't bug you when you're helping Lisa! MARGE: Well, Bart, I hope you're going straight to the principal about this. BART: I guess I could do that. HOMER: What? And violate the code of the schoolyard? I'd rather Bart died. MARGE: What on earth are you talking about, Homer? HOMER: The code of the schoolyard, Marge. The rules that teach a boy to be a man. Let's see. Don't tattle. Always make fun of those different from you. Never say anything unless you're sure everyone feels exactly the same way you do. What else? MARGE: Oh, Homer, that's ridiculous. Bart, instead of fighting, why don't you try a little understanding? BART: What do you mean, Mom? HOMER: Yeah, right, this oughta be good for a laugh. MARGE: Shh! This bully friend of yours, is he a little on the chunky side? BART: Yeah, he's pretty chunkified, all right. MARGE: Mm-hmm. And I'll bet he doesn't do well in his studies, either. BART: No, he's pretty dumb. He's in all the same special classes as I am. MARGE: That's why he lashes out at the world. HOMER: Oh, Marge. MARGE: So tomorrow, instead of bickering with this boy, talk to him. You'll be surprised how far a little understanding will go. HOMER: Well, thank you very much, Mrs. Maharishi Gandhi. Let's go, boy. Marge growls. CUT TO: The living room, where Homer has put up a boxing bag and drawn a face on it. HOMER: Now here's this bully of yours. Show me your stuff. Bart weakly punches the bg several times. HOMER: No, no. Not like that. Like this! He jumps onto the bag, holding onto it and ripping away with his teeth. HOMER: See that, boy? You didn't expect that, did you? And neither will he. BART: You mean I should fight dirty, Dad? HOMER: Unfortunately, son, we Simpsons sometimes have to bend the rules a little in order to hold our own. BART: Amen. HOMER: So the next time this bully thinks you're gonna throw a punch, you throw a glob of mud in his eyes! And then you sock him when he's staggering around blinded. BART: Yeah. HOMER: And there's nothing wrong with hitting someone when his back is turned. BART: Gotcha. HOMER: And if you get the chance, get him right in the family jewels. That little doozy's been a Simpson trademark for generations. He punches the lower area of the bag. BART: Thanks, Pop. Homer looks down proudly at his son. DISSOLVE TO: Around the school building. Bart runs around when he suddenly skids to a stop. BART: Whoa! NELSON: Put 'em up! Bart picks up a glob of mud and throws it into Nelson's face. BART: Ha! Ohh. He punches Nelson. Nelson slowly wipes the mud from his face. Homer appears near Bart's ear (Bart is remembering the conversation). HOMER: Remember the family jewels, son. Bart tries to punch Nelson but Nelson holds him back. Homer appears again. HOMER: (not knowing what to do) Hmm? Bart is punched several times. Homer groans with each h*t. BART (Off Screen): Oh, no boys, not the can. Please. There is a crashing sound. HOMER: Doh! DISSOLVE TO: The front of the house. Lisa eats an ice cream cone. Bart rolls up to her in the can. LISA: Bart, you can't go on like this. BART: I know. He coughs out his baseball hat. LISA: Why don't you go see Grandpa? BART: What can he do? LISA: He'll give you good advice. He's the toughest Simpson alive. BART: He is? LISA: Yeah, remember the fight he put up when we put him in the home? DISSOLVE TO: The Springfield Retirement Home. Outside, several people sit in rocking chairs. CUT TO: The main desk. Bart looks up at a lady. BART: I'm here to see Grandpa. Dozens of heads look out from doors. LADY: Half the people here are named Grandpa. BART: Well, Grandpa Simpson then. Everybody growls and closes their door. LADY: Second floor, third dank room on the left. BART: Thanks, lady. He makes his way up some steps. CUT TO: ABE SIMPSON, Homer's dad, who types busily on a typewriter. ABE: Dear Advertisers, I am disgusted with the way old people are depicted on television. We are not all vibrant, fun-loving sex maniacs. Many of us are bitter, resentful individuals who remember the good old days when entertainment was bland and inoffensive. The following is a list of words I never want to hear on television again. Number one: bra. Number two: horny. Number three: family jewels. Bart opens the door and walks in. BART: Hi, Grandpa! ABE: Ahh, Bart, what brings you here? BART: I need some advice, Grandpa. See, there's this bully at school who keeps beating me up. ABE: Well, let me tell you something, boy. If you don't stand up for yourself, bullies are gonna be picking on you for the rest of your life. An OLD MAN walks in. OLD MAN: Simpson, give me the newspaper. ABE: Why should I? OLD MAN: I wanna do the crossward puzzle. ABE: No, I want to do the crossward puzzle. OLD MAN: I said give me that puzzle. ABE: No. OLD MAN: Give me. ABE: No. OLD MAN: Give me. ABE: No. They struggle before the old man finally takes it away. ABE: well, I guess I can't help you, but I know someone who can. DISSOLVE TO: Outside Herman's Military Techniques. Outside the shop, in windows, are various w*apon. BART: Here? ABE: Yep, this is it. HERMAN opens the door when they knock. HERMAN: What's the password? ABE: Let me in, you idiot. HERMAN: Yeah, right you are. They walk in. The shop is decorated in w*apon. Bart looks around interested. ABE: So, Herman, has the large-type edition of this month's Soldier of Fortune come in yet? HERMAN: No, not yet. Can I interest you in some authentic n*zi underpants? ABE: No. Actually we came over because I want you to meet my grandson, Bart. HERMAN: Ah, hello, young American. BART: Hello, sir. Uh, Mr. Herman? HERMAN: Yeah? BART: Did you lose your arm in the w*r? He points. HERMAN: My arm? Well, let me put it this way. Next time your teacher tells you to keep your arm inside the bus window, you do it. BART: Yes, sir, I will. ABE: Bart's got a problem with a local young bully named Nelson. I thought you could help him with some kind of strategy. HERMAN: Strategy. Hmm. How many men do you have? BART: None. HERMAN: You'll need more. And you'll need to train them hard. Now, let's see. Ah, okay. He reaches below his desk and brings out a poster. He rolls it out. HERMAN: The key to Springfield has always been Elm Street. He plants a Kn*fe on a spot on the paper. HERMAN: The Greeks knew it. The Carthaginians knew it. Now you know it. First, you'll need a declaration of w*r. That way, everything you do will be nice and legal. Okay, I can use this one from the Franco-Prussian w*r. I'll just change "Otto von Bismarck" to read "Bart Simpson." He begins writing as Bart whispers to Abe. BART: Psst. Grandpa, I think this guy's a little nuts. ABE: Oh yeah? Well, General George S. Patton was a little nuts. And this guy is completely out of his mind. We can't fail! He taps Bart on the shoulder as the Patton theme mysteriously plays in the background. FADE TO BLACK FADE IN: A sh*t of the school, with the Patton theme still playing. The flag blows slowly in the wind. CUT TO: Inside the classroom, a CLASSMATE passes a note along to MILHOUSE. CLASSMATE: Psst! Pass it on! Milhouse looks at the note. It says: If you hate and fear Nelson, meet at Bart's treehouse 1500 HRS (3 PM) DISSOLVE TO: Inside the filled treehouse. Students talk amongst themselves while Herman and Abe stand in front of them. BOY: So, Mister, what are we doin' here anyway? ABE: I wonder where Bart is. HERMAN: Yeah. It's way past 1500 hours. Bart suddenly walks, fresh bruises on his face. He coughs out his baseball hat, hangs it up, and stands up on a podium. BART: OK, we all know why we're here, right? MILHOUSE: No, why? BART: To fight Nelson the bully. That guy has been tormenting all of us for years and I for one am sick of it. I can't promise you victory. I can't promise you good times. But the one thing I do know--- Everybody begins to file out of the treehouse. BART: Whoa! Whoa! All right! Okay! I promise you victory! I promise you good times! The students all come back in and cheer on Bart. DISSOLVE TO: A field of grass where Bart and the students, all dressed with an Army hat, march. Bart sings. BART: I got a "B" in arithmetic. STUDENTS: I got a "B" in arithmetic. BART: Would've got an "A" but I was sick. STUDENTS: Would've got an "A" but I was sick. CUT TO: A playground, where the students train by hanging/climbing across a set of rings. Milhouse falls and is pushed down several seconds afterward. CUT TO: Another place in the playground, where Bart's soldiers climb up some sort of structure. CUT TO: The students run an obstacle course around some garbage cans. A student falls in and his can is knocked over. CUT TO: A road, where Bart and his troop return back to their march. BART: We are rubber, you are glue... STUDENTS: We are rubber, you are glue... BART: It bounces off of us and sticks to you. STUDENTS: It bounces off of us and sticks to you. BART: Sound off! STUDENTS: One, two! BART: Sound off! STUDENTS: Three, four! CUT TO: A small pond, which Bart's team jumps over by skillfully landing on a rock and then leaping to the other side. Suddenly, it stands up and we realize it's not a rock but instead one of the soldier's helmets. CUT TO: The students go back to marching, but this time there is anger and revenge in their eyes. They stomp through mud as their reflection is cast off in Bart's sunglasses. CUT TO: Back to the playground, where everyone climbs the structure. CUT TO: A group gathering, where Bart describes a water balloon drawn on a poster board. No dialogue is heard. It suddenly pops. CUT TO: The students stand near a fence. Bart pushes a student forward. BART: Go! The student runs past a large, scary dog that growls at him. BART: Go! Other people quickly run past. CUT TO: The sidewalk, where Bart counsels one of his TROOPS. BART: What's the matter with you, soldier? TROOP: It's my nerves, sir. I just can't stand the barking anymore. BART: Your nerves? I won't have cowards in my army. He slaps the boy. Bart is suddenly slapped on the cheek as well. BART: Ow. The hand belongs to Abe Simpson. ABE: Sorry, Bart. You can push them out of a plane, you can march them off a cliff, you can send 'em off to die on some godforsaken rock, but for some reason you can't slap 'em. Now apologize to that boy right now. BART: Sorry, man. TROOP: It's cool. CUT TO: Back to marching. Standard procedure. BART: In English class I did the best... STUDENTS: In English class I did the best... BART: Because I cheated on the test. STUDENTS: Because I cheated on the test. BART: Sound off. STUDENTS: One, two! BART: I can't hear you! STUDENTS: Three, four! CUT TO: A backyard, where Bart has tied a small pillow filled with flour to a rope. The students rush at it with various w*apon, such as a toilet plunger and a pancake flipper. BART: All right, there's your enemy. Now h*t him! h*t him! Let's go, next group. Martinez! Steinberg! O'Hara! Chang! Olajuwon! Herman! Herman suddenly rushes to the bag, s*ab it with a musket. It rips and the flour quickly pours out. HERMAN: Die, die! CUT TO: Yet another march. BART: We are happy, we are merry. STUDENTS: We are happy, we are merry. BART: We got a rhyming dictionary. STUDENTS: We got a rhyming dictionary. BART: Sound off! STUDENTS: One, two! BART: One more time! STUDENTS: Three, four! By this time, it has grown noticeably dark. BART: Bring it on home now! STUDENTS + BART: One, two, three, four. One, two...three, four! CUT TO: The treehouse. Herman, Abe, Lisa, and Bart surround a model of Springfield built on a table. Around the treehouse, posters of streets and maps have been hung up. Milhouse climbs in. MILHOUSE: Nelson's at the Elm Street Video Arcade. BART: Intelligence indicates he shakes down kids for quarters at the arcade. Bart slides a salt-shaker (the model for Nelson) across the map. BART: THen he heads to Quick-E-Mart for a cherry Squishy. HERMAN: Then that's where we'll h*t him. When he leaves the Quick-E-Mart, we start the saturation b*mb. We got the water balloons? BART: Two hundred rounds, sir. Behind Bart is a BIG load of ballons. Bart raises a certain balloon. BART: Is it okay if they say "Happy Birthday" on the side? HERMAN: Doo...Well, I'd rather they say "Death From Above" but I guess we're stuck. Okay, our main force will be split into two groups. Herman moves figures around. HERMAN: One will circle around this way to cut off the enemy's retreat. The other will drive in this way, closing the trap. It's a classic pincers movement. It can't fail against a ten year old. ABE: Heh-heh-heh. A student pops up. STUDENT: Nelson's at the arcade, General. BART: Battle stations! HERMAN: I feel so alive! ABE: You know, I thought I was too old. I thought my time had passed. I thought I'd never hear the screams of pain or see the look of terror in a young man's eyes. Thank heaven for children. DISSOLVE TO: Bart hides behind a bush and watches Nelson and his g*ons turn a corner and make their way up a street. OTHER BULLY: Hey, good Squishies. BULLY: What flavor did you get? OTHER BULLY: Blue. NELSON: Hey, you two birds. You're gonna be suckin' all your meals through straws if you don't shut your traps. Bart marches out and stands firm. He stares Nelson in the eye. NELSON: Well, looky here. Little Bart Simpson. BART: Nelson, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson. NELSON: Ha. Oh, yeah. You and what army? BART: This one. Students pop up from behind windows, doors, and trees. They are armed with water balloons. BART: a*tillery, commence saturation b*mb! Everybody lobs their balloons at the bullies. They are all h*t in the face and scream. Balloons are shown passed from hand to hand. The bullies quickly run away. The students run after them throwing balloons. The bullies come to a halt when they see a new group coming in front of them. NELSON: Hey! They run away in another direction and pass by the Simpson house. Homer opens the door. HOMER: All right, you kids! Keep it down! Am I making myself--- A balloon explodes on his head. From the treehouse, Abe laughs while Herman looks through binoculars. ABE: Heh-heh-heh. Got him. HOMER: You, up in the tree. The tall gray-haired kid. Get your butt down here right now. Another balloon hits him. HOMER: Doh! He runs back into the house and closes the door. CUT TO: Nelson and the bullies are trapped, their backs to a fence with the army of students approaching. BULLY: No! Please! Don't hurt us! OTHER BULLY: Oh, we surrender! BULLY: W-W-We were only followin' orders! Everybody runs past them and smashes Nelson with the balloons. DISSOLVE TO: Nelson is tied up in a cart. Milhouse leads it past a group of cheering students. A random student kisses Lisa and suddenly, there is a photograph of them snapped. Lisa slaps him. LISA: Eww! Knock it off! The students cheer as we-- DISSOLVE TO: In front of the Simpsons household. Nelson is still in the same position. BART: I guess you learned your lesson, so now I'll untie you. NELSON: The second you untie me, I'm gonna b*at you to death, man. BART: Well, if that's gonna be your attitude, I'm not gonna untie you. NELSON: Ha, you're gonna have to sometime. BART: Uh-oh. He's right. Herman comes in. HERMAN: Don't you worry, I was ready for this little eventuality. DISSOLVE TO: Homer, Lisa, and Maggie watch TV in the living room. Nelson sits tied up on the couch near them. Nearby on a table, Herman, Abe, and Bart look over a paper. HERMAN: Armistice treaty, article four. "Nelson is never again to raise his fists in anger." Article five. "Nelson recognizes Bart's right to exist." Article six. "Although Nelson shall have no official power, he shall remain a figurehead of menace in the neighborhood." BART: Wow, sounds good to me. Okay, I'll sign. HOMER: What about you, boy? NELSON: All right, I'll sign. MARGE: Are boys through playing w*r? BART: Yeah. NELSON: Yes, Mrs. Simpson. MARGE: Good! Then here's some cupcakes. BART: Oh, boy! The entire family (plus Herman) all snatch one. HOMER: Cupcakes! They eat in good cheer... DISSOLVE TO: A library, with several shelves loaded with books. Bart sits on a table, a pile of books around him as well. He speaks to us. BART: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, contrary to what you've just seen, w*r is neither glamorous nor fun. There are no winners, only losers. There are no good wars, with the following exceptions: The American Revolution, World w*r II, and the Star Wars trilogy. If you'd like to learn more about w*r, there's lots of books in your local library --- many of them with cool, gory pictures. Well, good night, everybody. Peace, man. FADE OUT [Patton theme plays once again] A random night sh*t of the Simpsons house as credits begin. FADE OUT THE END

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FADE IN: We begin outside the Simpsons house, where HOMER hums as he waters flowers. To the left of him, BART guides a lawnmower across the yard. BART: Man! Rusty old hunk of junk! The FLANDER'S SON (ROD OR TODD) honks to Bart from the yard over. He is driving his own lawnmower as he sips a drink. FLANDER'S SON: Howdy, Bart. Hot enough for you? BART (grumbling): Shut up, Flanders. Hey, Dad, how come we can't get a decent mower like the Flanders have? HOMER: Just be happy with what you've got, son. Don't try to keep up with the Flanders. A horn honks and a large shadow looms over Homer and Bart. It is NED FLANDERS, driving a brand new trailer house / RV. NED: How do you like my new wheels, Simpson? BART: Oh, wow, man! What an RV! HOMER: Bart! I, uh, suppose it has various features. NED: Oh, it's got everything: microwave, dish washer, big screen TV, deep fryer and oh, see up there on the roof? Homer gasps. A shiny satellite dish rests on top. HOMER: A satellite dish! NED: Yes, indeedly-doodly. HOMER: But, uh, how can you afford something like this, Ned? I get your mail once in a while and you make only 27 dollars a week more than I do. NED: Oh, it's simple, Simpson. Credit! HOMER: Ooh, credit! CUT TO: A sign that says: Bob's RV Round-Up. Another sigh below that says: We'd rather make a friend...than a profit. Basically, it's a whole lot filled with loads of RV's. Homer, Bart, MARGE, LISA, and MAGGIE all walk alongside each other. HOMER: Ooh...aah! A SALESMAN looks at them from a booth. SALESMAN: Thank you, God. He greets them. SALESMAN: May I help you? MARGE: We're just browsing, thank you. HOMER: I'd like to see your finest RV. Do you have something that's better than the Land Behemoth? SALESMAN: Yes, we do. That would be the Ultimate Behemoth. HOMER: Where is it? SALESMAN: You are standing in its presence. Behold! The Simpsons realize they are standing next to it. It is gigantic. BART: Oh, wow! SALESMAN: Would you look at this thing? Man built this. It's a vehicle. BART: Does it have its own satellite dish, sir? SALESMAN: You can tell your son it has its own satellite. The VanStar One, launched last February, just for this thing, that's all. BART: Whoa, man! MARGE: I'm not sure that we can afford--- HOMER: Does it have a deep fryer?! SALESMAN: It has four of them --- one for each part of the chicken. MARGE: I don't think we can afford this, Homer. SALESMAN: Let's worry about that later. Come on. Let's take a tour. Want to? Come on. CUT TO: The Simpsons and the salesman look inside the trailer. Everything is luxurious and well-designed. BART: Ay, caramba! LISA: This is better than our house. HOMER: Wait till Flanders gets a load of this. MARGE (grumbles): Seems so expensive. Homer honks the horn. HOMER: Hey! How much is it? SALESMAN: You're a man of your convict --- you just wanted to ask that and blurted it out, didn't you? HOMER: Yeah, how much is it? SALESMAN: Well, first of all, I want you to know I like your face. HOMER: You do? SALESMAN: I really do. I'm not saying that. I mean it. You got color in there. You're not Roman, are you? HOMER: No. SALESMAN: Look like a god, sort of. Why don't we step into the credit office, Zeus? (to rest of family). Hey, your dad's gonna just go in here, work it out, and you'll drive home in this! QUICK DISSOLVE TO: The salesman and Homer sit on opposite sides of a desk and talk. SALESMAN (laughs): I'm not gonna quote you a price till I check your credit rating. And let me --- I want to make myself clear on this. This is a formality. If you're saying to me, "Bob, is this guy good for it?", I say, "Yes.". I don't check this machine, but I don't own the place, even though's my name up there. Long story, but that doesn't matter. I'm gonna have to run it through the computer. The salesman presses Enter and suddenly, a loud siren erupts. HOMER: Is that a good siren? Am I approved? SALESMAN: You ever know a siren to be good? (chuckles). No, Mr. Simpson, it's not. It's a bad siren. That's the computer in case I went blind, telling me "Sell the vehicle to this fella and you're out of business!". That's what the siren says. HOMER: Oh. SALESMAN: Seems the Ultimate Behemoth is a wee bit out of your price range. And "wee bit" is me being polite. You couldn't afford this thing if you lived to be a million. HOMER: Don't you have something that isn't out of my price range? I don't wanna go away empty handed, Bob. SALESMAN: Take it easy there. Don't ruin this feeling I'm getting for ya. Perhaps I can show you something, uh...a little more you. QUICK DISSOLVE TO: A broken down, old, and disgusting trailer. The windows are broken, there are scratches are everywhere, and the seats are teared. SALESMAN: Well, what do you think? The whole family groans. BART: You gotta be kidding me. MARGE: Used, isn't it? SALESMAN: What'd you say? HOMER: Uh, is it used? SALESMAN: Mr. Simpson, you're never gonna own a better RV. And I don't mean that in a good way. I mean literally. This is it for you, you know? It's this or a wagon. HOMER: Then, uh...how much do you want for it? SALESMAN: This is yours. The price I'm quoting you...you're not gonna hand it to someone else? Cause I'm gonna give you a price for you, not for someone else. Someone else, I'm doubling this. HOMER: I swear it, Bob. SALESMAN: This is you and me. HOMER: Yeah! SALESMAN: In other words, two months from now, I see this vehicle, your head's in that window. HOMER: On my honor. SALESMAN: 350 a month. HOMER: Oh, I don't know. Would it be all right if I conferred with my family? SALESMAN: Oh, Mr. Simpson, if you have to go talk it over with those humans out there, then there's something wrong with all of us. You look like a man who is able to make a decision or I wouldn't be wasting---see that man over there? The salesman points. HOMER: Yeah. SALESMAN: He's buying this. Did you know that? HOMER: No. SALESMAN: Called me two minutes before you came in, said "Save the little one, I'm coming now." Here he is. Now you want it or not? HOMER: All right, all right. I'll take it! SALESMAN: Best decision you ever made. You are gonna --- you are gonna --- this is gonna change your life. CUT TO: A muffler pops as Homer rides the RV to the front of Flander's house. The engine sputters a bit. Homer yells out the window. HOMER: Hey, Flanders. Look what I got. NED: (whistles): Oh, she's a beaut! Hey, congratulations, Simpson, I'm sure you'll have loads of fun. HOMER (chuckles): Jealous. Everybody ready? BART: I hate this, I don't wanna go. HOMER: That's the spirit! Ready or not, nature, here we come! The RV rolls down the road sputtering as Flanders waves goodbye. QUICK DISSOLVE TO: The Simpsons stands in the front of a long line of traffic. Cars honk at him from behind. BART: Turkey farm? LISA: No. BART: Skunks? LISA: No. BART: Slaughterhouse? LISA: No. MARGE: What are you doing back there? LISA: We're playing, "What's that odor?" Lisa sniffs. BART: Dad's feet? HOMER: Bart! LISA: You win, Bart. HOMER: Lisa! BART: Are we there yet, Dad? HOMER: I'll tell you when we get there. Go back to your smell game. Homer turns a corner and the RV travels through some trees. MARGE: Homer, I'm telling you...this is not the interstate. HOMER (scoffs): Pssh. Maps. MARGE: Shouldn't we stop somewhere and ask for directions? HOMER: Don't worry, this is an all-terrain vehicle. Homer drives over several hills and then into a big body of water. MARGE: My feet are getting wet! HOMER: Oh, come on. We're getting back to nature. LISA: Mom, I'm scared. MARGE: We all are, dear. Your father says there's nothing to worry about. Homer begins whistling as the vehicle makes it way out the water and begins crushing numerous trees in its path. HOMER: What do you think? Should we stop here? ALL: Yes!! HOMER: All righty. He slams on the brakes. The vehicle comes to a screeching halt. HOMER: Well, here we are. Suddenly, the vehicle begins leaning forward...the truck is careening off the side of a cliff. Everybody screams. HOMER: Okay, nobody move, and nobody panic. When I give the word, everyone, ever so slowly, open your door and slide out. On the count of three. One--- The doors are all opened and everybody but Homer exit. Homer climbs out himself. The RV falls off the cliff, falls for several seconds, and then explodes at the bottom. Smoke drifts up. LISA: The Simpsons have entered the forest. FADE TO BLACK: FADE IN: The Simpsons talk in a group at the top of the cliff. HOMER: Well, ha, ha, now we get a chance to be real pioneers. Yes, sir, this is a real adventure. Bart, Lisa, and Maggie shiver in fear. HOMER: Why, I bet there are people who would trade everything they have in the world for an adventure like this. BART: You mean, like we just did? Maggie shivers. HOMER: Will somebody help her? LISA: Look, Maggie. Birdies. A group of vultures fly around in the sky. MARGE: Oh, Homer, what are we going to do? HOMER: Now, don't worry, our situation isn't as bad as it seems. And you're forgetting...I'm an experienced woodsman. Now you all stay here for a minute while I go over this way and try to get my bearings. Homer walks away for several seconds, then sits down on a rock and begins crying. HOMER: What am I gonna do? I've m*rder us all. "I've m*rder us all" echoes across the entire canyon. The rest of the Simpson family looks over. HOMER: Shut up! "Shut up!" echoes across the canyon. HOMER: Doh! Same effect. Marge groans. DISSOLVE TO: Homer works on some kind of structure, placing branches over a big log. HOMER: There. Finished. LISA: You are? HOMER: Well, it's a quick job, but it's shelter. The log can't fit more than one person. MARGE: It is? HOMER: Uh-huh. We'll be back with help before you know it. (motions to Bart). You girls just stay here and relax. LISA: Remember, Dad, the handle of the Big Dipper points to the North Star. HOMER: (chuckles): That's nice, Lisa, but we're not in astronomy class. We're in the woods. Marge and Lisa groan as Bart and Homer walk off. Maggie suddenly crawls out of the log and begins crawling after them. LISA: Should Maggie be going with them, Mom? MARGE: No, I don't think they'll be gone long, and she's in good hands, Lisa. Vultures fly over the logs and then take off in the direction of Homer and Bart. BART: There aren't any dangerous animals in the forest, are there, Dad? HOMER: Well, might be a few but don't worry. If you leave them alone, they'll leave you alone. BART: It's a deal. HOMER: And remember not to act afraid. Animals can smell fear and they don't like it. Besides, there's nothing to be afraid of. BART: Right. Behind them, Maggie sucks on her pacifier. Homer gasps. HOMER: A rattler! BART: I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, I'm not--- HOMER: Run, you fool!! Homer and Bart run off screaming while Maggie waits behind them. They slow down after a couple feet and gasp for air. HOMER: Through here, boy. Back to civilization. BART: How do you know? HOMER: When you're an experienced woodsman like me, you get a feel for these things. It becomes natural, like a third sense. They walk through a bush and finds themselves falling off a cliff. Both scream like crazy until they land in a stream of water. They continue yelling as it carries them around a bend and down a waterfall. CUT TO: The camp ground, where Lisa and Marge are building a better shelter. Lisa cleans as Marge sets up squirrels for decoration. MARGE: The boys certainly are taking a long time. I hope Maggie isn't slowing them up too much. CUT TO: Maggie sits alone on a dirt path. Suddenly, a large shadow looms over her. She looks up. It's a giant grizzly bear! He growls and prepares to att*ck her when she sticks a pacifier in his mouth. He sucks on his, she sucks on hers, and soon they are rhythmically sucking together. CUT TO: Homer surfaces from the water. HOMER: Bart! Where are you, Bart? He sees a red cap and gasps. HOMER: His lucky red hat. Oh, dear God! No! Bart, Bart, Bart! Homer swims over to a piece of land and cries. HOMER: Oh, Bart! Oh, Bart, my beautiful son! Why couldn't You have taken me?? Of all the fates on heaven and earth, why did this one befall me? BART: Don't have a cow, Dad. HOMER: What the---? Homer looks over. Bart is on another piece of land opposite to him. Both of them are completely stripped naked. HOMER: You're alive! And (chuckles) buck naked. BART: I'm not the only one, Home boy. HOMER: What? He looks down. His "area" is covered by a large bush. HOMER: Ooooh! (chuckles). Jungle man. He begins screaming and tapping his chest like an ape. CUT TO: Maggie is being carried along by the big bear. He brings her to a whole crowd of bear, who growl at her. He does several motions and growls and they look weirdly at him. CUT TO: Back to Homer and Bart, now on the same side. HOMER: The first thing you learn about surviving in the woods, boy: Conceal your nakedness. BART: Yeah, man. HOMER: Okay. Slap a fern on there, boy. And now with some mud. There. Oooh...that requires a little moss. And some moss for me. All right. We're ready to h*t the town. They've made a complete covering for themselves. Pretty ingenuous, actually. BART: But, Dad, I am so hungry! Can't we eat something first? I'm starving, man. HOMER: Ahh, food, good thinking, son. This young sapling ought to do the trick. Homer starts tying a noose on the ground. BART: What are we gonna do, hang ourselves? HOMER: No! This is a trap. It's gonna catch us our dinner. Come on, boy. Shh. Just watch. The two hide behind a bush and watch as a rabbit comes into view. HOMER: Oooh. The rabbit observes a leaf in the noose and steps inside. HOMER: A-ha! Got him! The sapling and the noose fling up, sending the rabbit flying into the clouds and beyond. There is a thud far away. HOMER: Okay, okay. This time I'll just go into the bushes over there, make a lot of noise, and flush out a rabbit. And when he comes out, you step on him. BART: Right, Dad. Homer walks into a bush. There is some chittering, then Homer screams, and he walks out with rabbits, squirrels, snakes, and raccoons all hanging on to different parts of his body. HOMER: Oooh, get 'em off me! Get 'em off me! He rolls around in front of Bart, who stands there doing nothing. DISSOLVE TO: Another campground, where a family sits with their baby. MAN: Great camping trip, honey. Traveled 800 miles, haven't even seen a squirrel yet. WOMAN: Well, the ranger at the gate said we should watch out for bears. A bear hides in the bushes, starring at them. MAN: Ooh, bears. (laughs). WOMAN: Mm-hmm. MAN: Right, right. Let me show you how many bears there are around here. Uh, hello, bears! Um, come on. Have a donut! Oh, what the heck, have me! Come and get it! WOMAN: All right, all right. You made your point. MAN: (laughs) (mocking) Bears. The bear sneaks up behind them. He steals a bottle from the baby and brings it back to Lisa, who waits in the cave. She begins drinking as he also brings a baby doll. Then, a toy. And a ball. And another toy. And cubes. And a light. Soon, it is night time and the bears all crowd around Lisa and her collection of goodies. CUT TO: Simpson campground. An owl hoots as Marge and Lisa sit around a campfire. LISA: I hope Maggie and the boys are all right. MARGE: Oh, I'm sure they're just fine. After all, we built a f*re and we don't know anything about nature. Imagine what your father, an experienced woodsman, has done. LISA: Yeah, I suppose so. Good night, Mom. MARGE: Good night, dear. They both lie down to sleep. DISSOLVE TO: Homer and Bart in a similar position but without a campfire...or clothes. They are freezing. BART (teeth chattering): G-G-Good n-n-night, D-D-Dad. A wolf howls in the background. HOMER: G-G-Good n-n-night, son. Sleep tight. Their teeth chatter. DISSOLVE TO: Maggie, sleeping in the embrace of one of the bears. She wakes up and covers herself with one of his arms. FADE TO BLACK FADE IN: Morning. Bart and Homer emerge from a cluster of trees. BART (groaning): Are we there yet? HOMER: No! BART: Are we ever gonna be there? HOMER: How would I know? Quit asking pointless--- He gasps. HOMER: Bart, look! Homer spies several bees flying around a honeycomb. HOMER: Honey. Honey! We're saved. BART: Uh, Homer. Bees? Homer att*cks it, takes a slop of honey, and gobbles it up. BART: How is it? HOMER: Tangy. He spits out several bees and starts to choke. Then, he starts shouting gibberish. BART: What? Homer makes motions. BART: Oh, water? That-a-way, man. Homer runs off. CUT TO: A man filming a reindeer near a stream of muddy water. Suddenly, Homer emerges from the bushes and plunges himself into the water. The man yells. Homer advances towards him and the man runs away screaming. Homer stands still, sadly defeated. DISSOLVE TO: A TV special, titled BIGFOOT! (with a picture of Homer in mud) TV ANNOUNCER: Bigfoot. The legendary half-man, half-ape is no longer a legend. He's very, very real. What you're about to see is unedited video footage taken earlier today in the hills three miles southwest of Tenderfoot Gorge. The shaky camera shows Homer screaming (same scene). TV ANNOUNCER: Now, the naturalist who took these absolutely extraordinary pictures was most impressed with the creature's uncivilized look, its foul language and, most of all, its indescribable stench. A popular supermarket tabloid has offered a reward of $5,000 of anyone who brings in the creature alive. A standard tabloid is shown, but a modified picture of Homer. TV ANNOUNCER: Naturally, we'll have more on this story as soon as it develops. We now return you to the president's address already in progress. CUT TO: Homer, still dirty, and Bart sit on a log. FADE TO BLACK FADE IN: A group of people (a lot with cameras) gather around the entrance to the park, all mindlessly chattering. There are concession stands for such things as "Official Bigfoot Souveniers" and "Half-Man Half-Ape Burgers". There's even a photo op with a paper replica of Bigfoot. A tough-looking PARK RANGER talks with Lisa and Marge. PARK RANGER: It looks as if you girls have been getting along all right but it's a darn good thing we found you when we did. There's something horrible roaming these woods. MARGE: There is? The ranger hands her a newspaper. The headline reads "Bigfoot Still at Large" with Homer's picture. MARGE: Why, that's my husband! CUT TO: A new magazine flashing up. The headline reads "I married BIgfoot" with Homer and Marge on the cover. CUT TO: Marge, who gives a press conference to several reporters, all who shove their microphones into her face. MARGE: His name isn't Bigfoot. His name is Homer. CUT TO: An updated newspaper. Headline: "Bigfoot's Wife Pleads: "Call Him Homer!". CUT TO: Back to the conference. FEMALE REPORTER: What does it eat? MARGE: I don't understand. What's this all about? Well, I suppose pork chops are his favorite. CUT TO: Newspaper. "The Bigfoot Diet: Pork Chops Aplenty". CUT TO: Behind Marge, a group of bears arrive. MALE REPORTER: Hey, get those bears out of here. I'm trying to do an interview. ASSISTANT: No bears! We're taping! All bears off the set. The bears leave. Nobody notices Maggie riding on one of them. MALE REPORTER: Okay. Now let's get back to your, uh, husband. How would you describe your marital relations? Brutish? MARGE: Is this going to be on TV? MALE REPORTER: Coast to coast. Marge groans. CUT TO: The tired Homer and Bart, still wading through endless trees. HOMER: Just a little further. BART: Are we there yet? HOMER: Just a little further. BART: Are we there yet? HOMER: Just a little further. BART: Are we there yet? HOMER: Just a little further. Homer sniffs the air. HOMER: Food! He walks into the bear's cave and is surprised to find a bear towering over them. Soon, the entire clan surrounds them. HOMER: Nice grizzlies. They slowly back away... HOMER: N-nice grizzlies. Nice grizzlies. BART: What do we do, Dad? HOMER: Praise the grizzlies, son. BART + HOMER: Nice grizzlies. Nice grizzlies. HOMER: That's a good grizzly. The bears growl. Bart starts to whimper when the sucking of a pacifier is heard. The bears turn around and see Maggie. Slowly, the bears back away. BART + HOMER: Huh? HOMER: Maggie! Oh, my little girl. He picks her up. DISSOLVE TO: Homer and Maggie walk (well, walk and crawl) out of the cave. Homer slowly backs out, still saying "Nice grizzlies, nice grizzlies." BART: Later, grizzly dudes. Maggie looks back and sucks her pacifier. The bears stare in sadness. One has even got a pacifier in his mouth. Maggie waves and crawls away. DISSOLVE TO: Bart and Maggie and Homer walk through a field when they hear chattering. BOY: Look! It's him! It's Bigfoot! VOICE: Get in the car. Get em. Get em. All the reporters and hunters rush towards him. They throw a net over Homer and bring him to the ground. BOY: We got him! We got Bigfoot! PARK RANGER: You are darn lucky we got here in time to rescue you. BART: What the hell are you talking about, sir? Homer grumbles and escapes from the net. CATCHER: He's getting away! After him! CATCHER 2: We gotta take him alive. You got that tranquilizer g*n ready? A woman loads a g*n with a dart and fires. It lands in Homer's...um...backside. He shrieks and falls. BART: Dad! Oh, Dad! HOMER: Avenge me, son. Avenge my death. Homer begins snoring. DISSOLVE TO: A television program. Homer is kept in a glass cage. TV REPORTER: Last week's capture of Bigfoot turned into the scientific poser of the century. Homer is handed a pork chop and he slops it down. TV REPORTER: Although the creature was ultimately released, the question remains, "Who was this Homer?" Was it a man, or was it in fact the legendary missing link known as Bigfoot? HOMER: Could I have some applesauce? TV REPORTER: Specialists around the world gathered at the Springfield Primate Institute for a firsthand examination of the controversial creature. They are now ready to announce their findings. CUT TO: The conference. Marvin (from a couple episodes ago) speaks to a room full of reporters. MARVIN: Uh, ladies and gentlemen, uh, distinguished colleagues, after extensive biological and anatomical testing, I regret to announce that the evidence we have is inconclusive. This thing may or may not be human. The crowd chatters. GERMAN SCIENTIST: That's what he thinks. I say it's none other than Bigfoot himself. FRENCH SCIENTIST: Oh, no, I disagree. I think it is a man. The eyes have the glimmer of human intelligence. RANDOM SCIENTIST: Really. Glimmer in the eyes. What about the sloping ape-like forehead? Back at home, Marge and Homer watch this on their television. HOMER: Oh, the guys at work are gonna have a field day with this. MARGE: Cheer up, Homer. At least they let you go. GERMAN SCIENTIST: Gentlemen, gentlemen, fraulein, please. This much I believe we can agree upon: this specimen is either a below-average human being or a brilliant beast. HOMER (scoffs): Stupid egghead. He turns the TV off. MARGE: Oh, Homer. My brilliant beast. She kisses him on the cheek and turns off the light. FADE OUT CREDITS BEGIN THE END.

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FADE IN: HOMER and BART walk along a dark street at night. Bart carries some object in his hands. HOMER: You know, Bart, when I was your age, I pulled a few boners. But I think you'll find that people are pretty decent if you give them half-- They walk around a corner and Homer gasps. A wild crowd of people with torches and posterboards yell at Homer and Bart. BURNS: Look, there it is, the head! KRUSTY: k*ll him! Homer and Bart set off on a run and we get a clear sh*t of the head. It's the head of Jebediah Springfield. The crowd chases them around several corners before they find themselves trapped. Desperately, they run into an alley and emerge into the center of Springfield (a park). They stand under the statue of Jebediah Springfield, minus the head. HOMER: They got us cornered, boy. We'll never get away. Give me the head. BART: No, Dad. This whole thing was my fault. You run along. HOMER: Son, we're in this mess together. No matter how tempting it might be, I can't let my only boy get ripped limb from limb by a bloodthirsty mob. BART: Aw, Dad. HOMER: We'll die together, like a father and son should. REVEREND LOVEJOY: Look, now we've got 'em! BARNEY: Hey, that's Homer Simpson. PRINCIPAL SKINNER: And his kid, Bart. BURNS: Let's k*ll them! Bring them out! OTTO: Off the kid, man! Off him! The crowd chants "k*ll Bart" and "k*ll Homer". BARNEY: Let's k*ll this guy! Bart suddenly climbs up the statue and turns to face the crowd. BART: m*rder mob, I beg you to spare our lives. At least until you've heard the story of how we ended up with the head of our beloved town founder. BARNEY: How long will this story take? BART: Uh, about 23 minutes and 5 seconds. RANDOM PEOPLE: It's too long! 23:05? KRUSTY: Well, all right. Go ahead. BART: Okay. It all started Sunday morning. DISSOLVE TO (FLASHBACK): At the Simpson house, MARGE stands at the bottom of the stairs dressed for church. MARGE: Kids! We're late for church. Get your butts down here right now! LISA and MAGGIE slowly walk down while Bart slides quickly. LISA: Ready for inspection, Mom. MARGE: Very nice, Maggie. And Lisa, you look lovely. Bart, assume the position. Bart puts his hands against the wall. Marge searches his pockets and brings out a slingshot, some dice, a comic book. MARGE: Oh, Bart. Now where's your father? CUT TO: Homer stands on the couch in the living room, dressed in a blue seat. He watches the TV intensely. ANNOUNCER: Phillips has broken free. HOMER: Get 'em. Get 'em. ANNOUNCER: The 50, the 40, the 30, the 20, the 10. HOMER: Oh, no! ANNOUNCER: Touchdown! MARGE: Homer? HOMER: D'oh! ANNOUNCER: A 64 yard run! We've got an upset in the making. HOMER: No, we don't. Try being objective for once in your -ooh? MARGE: Let's go, Homer. HOMER: But you don't understand, Marge. I have 50 bucks riding on this game. MARGE: Oh, Homer, you promised me. HOMER: This isn't gambling, Marge. It's a lead-pipe cinch. Marge groans. ANNOUNCER: Here's the kickoff. Wolodarsky takes it at the five. And oh, my. He fumbles! HOMER: Oh, no! ANNOUNCER: In the endzone! Another touchdown! HOMER: D'oh! MARGE: Come on. Homer screams into his arms. CUT TO: Homer drives the car. An angry look is on his face. MARGE: Why should I feel like a traffic cop every Sunday morning? I'm just trying to get a little goodness into the family. Homer flips the dial on the radio. HOMER: Where is it? The game! Where is it? Ahh! RADIO ANNOUNCER: ...got Wolodarsky open in the end zone. He throws it. HOMER: Catch it. Catch it. RADIO ANNOUNCER: It's complete. Touchdown! HOMER: All right! He honks his horn. RADIO ANNOUNCER: Oh, Doctor, we've got a barn burner here. This could be the most remarkable comeback since Lazarus rose from the d*ad. HOMER: Laza who? The car drives up to the front of the church and stops. The whole family steps out. MARGE: Come on, everybody. We're late. Bart, I want you to promise me you'll pay attention in Sunday school. Bart. Bart? He's too busy listening to music to hear her. MARGE: Bart! BART: Whoa! Are you talking to me? MARGE: What's this? She reaches into his jacket. MARGE (gasps): A personal stereo. Were you going to listen to rock music in Sunday school? BART: Maybe. She yanks it away and Bart yells a bit in pain. MARGE: Can you believe this, Homer? Homer? Homer? She hears the horn honking. Homer is banging his head against the steering wheel. HOMER: No, no, no! We stink! We stink. RADIO ANNOUNCER: ...the 40, the 30, the 20, the 10. Touchdown! MARGE: Homer, were you planning on sitting in the car till the game was over? HOMER: Maybe. MARGE: It's because of your irreverent attitude that Bart thinks he can sneak headphones into Sunday school. Now move it! She throws the stereo into the car. RADIO ANNOUNCER: Now here's the kickoff. Wolodarsky takes it at the five. And oh my. He fumbles! Homer slowly picks up the stereo. DISSOLVE TO: Bart sits along other students (such as Milhouse) in their class. Their teacher stands in front of them. GIRL: Will my dog Pepper be there? TEACHER: I'm sorry, but the answer is no. GIRL: Why not? TEACHER: Because heaven is for people. LISA: What about my cat, Snowball? TEACHER: I'm sorry, but the answer is no. MILHOUSE: Will there be cavemen in heaven? TEACHER: Certainly not. BART: Uh, ma'am, what if you're a really good person, but you're in a really, really bad fight and your leg gets gangrene, and it has to be amputated. Will it be waiting for you in heaven? TEACHER: For the last time, Bart, yes! CUT TO: The main service. Reverend Lovejoy stands on his podium, speaking to the crowd as an organ plays. REV. LOVEJOY: Now, I'd like to begin today's sermon, which I have entitled "Gambling, the Eighth Deadly Sin". Today is Sunday, the Lord's day and yet, at this very moment, millions of Americans are not in the Lord's house. They're in their own house, worshipping a false idol -- professional football. Homer sits in the crowd, Bart's earphones in his ear. REV. LOVEJOY: Oh, Lord--- RADIO ANNOUNCER: It's a beautiful Sunday. Perfect football weather for this incredible game. And by the way, this game is being brought to you by the good people at Duff beer. A single word of Lovejoy's cannot be heard. RADIO ANNOUNCER: You can't get enough...of that wonderful Duff. Now, they're lining up for this crucial kick. One final tick of the clock remains. The crowd goes into a praying position under command of Reverend Lovejoy. RADIO ANNOUNCER: If they win, it will cap an amazing comeback. It appears as if Lovejoy is now mouthing the words of the announcer (even though he isn't). RADIO ANNOUNCER: But it's a 49 yard field goal into the wind. HOMER: Make it! Make it! Make it! Make it! RADIO ANNOUNCER: The kick is up... HOMER: Oh, please, please, please, please! RADIO ANNOUNCER: Holy Toledo, it's good! Homer stands up, raises his fists into the air, and yells. HOMER: It's good! It's good! It's good! Everybody looks at him strangely. HOMER: It's good...to see you all at church. REV. LOVEJOY: Please, be seated, Homer. MARGE: Yeah, sit down, Homer. She pulls him down. CUT TO: Back to Bart's class, where the teacher has sat down and is rubbing her head in pain. TEACHER: The ventriloquist goes to heaven, but the dummy doesn't. BART: Oh, oh, oh! Me! He raises his hand. TEACHER: Bart? BART: What about a robot with a human brain? TEACHER: I don't know! All these questions! Is a little blind faith too much to ask? A bell tolls and the children all rush away in enjoyment. TEACHER: Don't forget next week. Remember to read--- (sighs). CUT TO: The front entrance, where Lovejoy talks with people. WOMAN: That was very nice, Father. REV. LOVEJOY: I was pleased you enjoyed it. The Simpsons march up. REV. LOVEJOY: I seemed to have struck a chord with you today, Homer. HOMER: What? Oh, yeah, you were great. MARGE: Homer! She pushes him through the door. CUT TO: The family is driving back in the car. Marge is furious. MARGE: Homer, you embarrassed us in front of the whole congregation. And today's sermon was one you really should have listened to. HOMER: What was it about? MARGE: Gambling. HOMER: Oh. He didn't by any chance say that under certain circumstances it was all right, did he? MARGE: No! Look, I don't want to talk about this anymore in front of the kids. Lisa, Bart. What did you two learn in Sunday school today? LISA: The answers to deep theological questions. BART: Yeah. Among other things, apes can't get into heaven. HOMER: What? Those cute little monkeys? That's terrible. Who told you that? BART: Our teacher. HOMER: I can understand how they wouldn't let in those wild jungle apes, but what about those really smart ones who live among us, who roller-skate and smoke cigars? The car suddenly stops and Bart looks out at a movie theater. BART: Oh, cool, man. Space Mutants 4. Drop me off! Drop me off! MARGE: No way, Jose. HOMER: Marge, they're only space mutants. MARGE: Uh-uh, I know what those movies are like. k*lling innocent people eating human flesh. You'll just get a lot of bad ideas. Bart is disappointed and he sulks a bit. DISSOLVE TO: The living room, later. Homer lies on the couch when Bart walks in. BART: Hey, Dad, can I have five bucks? HOMER: I hope you're not planning to see a certain movie starring certain space mutants that a certain mother didn't want you to see (chuckles). BART: (laughs): Perish the thought. HOMER: Here you go, son. Share the wealth. That's what I always say. Bart walks up the stairs and undresses as he makes his way into his bedroom. He puts on his standard shorts and orange shirt. He picks up his skateboard, swings out his window, and skates off. BART: Da da da da da! Whoa! Whoa! Ooh, cowabunga. Bart arrives at the theater and skates by two bullies (Kearny and Jimbo). JIMBO: Hey, hot dog! BART: What? He turns his head to look and smashes into a light post. JIMBO: Nice dismount, man. The two bullies laugh. BART: Didn't hurt. KEARNY: Oh, yeah? Well, do it again. BART: Nah. Might land on my face and end up looking like you. Jimbo laughs. KEARNY: You little punk! JIMBO: Hey, man, leave the kid alone. I like him. BART: You do? JIMBO: Yeah, you're witty. So what's your name, man? BART: I'm Bart Simpson. JIMBO: This here's Kearny, and I'm Jimbo. BART: You don't need an introduction. You're the worst kid in school. JIMBO: Thanks. A door opens behind them. VOICE: Psst. Coast is clear. BART: You guys are sneakin' in? KEARNY: Yeah, only saps pay to see movies. JIMBO: Hey, Bart, come on. BART: But sneaking into a movie is practically stealing, man. KEARNY: Practically? JIMBO: It is stealing. BART: Well, okay, I just wanted to make sure we weren't deluding ourselves. Bart is yanked in. A large line stands at the main entrance. FADE OUT FADE IN: The movie. A COUPLE sits in a convertible, making out. GIRL: Wait, I think I hear something. BOY: Oh, come on, loosen up, babe. There's nobody here but you and me. Bart sits between Kearny and Jimbo, who watch in complete interest. GIRL: No. Stop it! I think I hear something...not human. Bart makes a farting noise and the entire g*ng laughs. BOY: Let's get romantic. The boy starts kissing the girl. GIRL: Well, okay. They both scream as a three-eyed mutant yanks them up from the car. Bart and Jimbo scream as, in the same fashion, the MANAGER picks them up from their seats. MANAGER: You little sneaks, you're coming with me. He throws them out of the theater. MANAGER: Next time you hoodlums try this, I'm calling your parents! KEARNY: Oh, yeah? Well, we don't wanna see your crummy movie anyway. OTHER BULLY: Yeah, we'll take our business elsewhere. JIMBO: You know, Bart, I've been kicked out of all four Space Mutant movies. BART: Wow, man. DISSOLVE TO: Bart and the boys stare through a convenience store door. They walk in. Turns out its the Quick-E Mart. APU waits at the counter. BART: Three jumbo cherry squishies and one double jumbo original flavor, sir. APU: Okay. Don't you kids take anything. I'm watching you. I've got eyes in the back of my head. Jimbo, Kearny, and the other bully stuff goodies into their pocket as Apu makes the squishies. APU: Four fifty-two. BART: Don't worry, guys. It's on me. Share the wealth, that's what I always say. Bart laughs. Silence. BART: Guys? Bart looks outside. BART: Guys? CUT TO: The parking lot. Bart eventually finds them. They're eating snacks and reading magazines. BART: Hey, guys. Where'd you get all that great stuff? OTHER BULLY: Five-finger discount, man. BART: You ripped it off? JIMBO: Yeah, thanks for covering for us, man. They snatch the squishies away. DISSOLVE TO: Bart and the boys arrive at the small park, where they spot the Jebediah Springfield statue. Jimbo, Kearny, and the other bully throw rocks at the statue. It ricochets and bounces to the ground. JIMBO: Go on, Bart. BART: But that guy founded Springfield. He built our first hospital out of logs and mud. If it weren't for him all the settlers would have died in the great blizzard of '48. BULLIES: So? Jimbo sticks out a rock. BART: So...watch me h*t him right between the eyes. He grabs the rock and throws it. It bounces off the head. A SHOP OWNER steps out of his store. SHOP OWNER: Hey, what are you doing? Show a little respect, you insolent little thugs. He heads towards them. JIMBO: Oooh, we're really scared. They walk off as he runs towards them, SHOP OWNER: Hey! Hey, you! Hey! Hey, hey you! DISSOLVE TO: The four of them lying in a field of grass, slurping Squishies. KEARNY: You know, when you look up at clouds in the sky, they start looking like stuff. OTHER BULLY: No, they don't. KEARNY: Yeah, they do. Like that one over there looks just like a cherry b*mb. It's true; perhaps a bit too true. The cloud looks EXACTLY like a cherry b*mb. OTHER BULLY: Hey, you're right. And look at that one. It looks like a guy with a switchblade stuck in his back. Same thing as the first cloud. JIMBO: Yeah, that one looks like a school bus going over a cliff in flames, with kids inside screaming. BART: That one looks just like the statue of our town founder, Jebediah Springfield. OTHER BULLY: Does not. BART: Does too. I mean, without the head of course. Sure enough, the cloud shows the explorer kneeling on his stand, minus the head. JIMBO: Oh, yeah. I wish someone really would cut his ugly old head off. BART: You do? KEARNY: Yeah, that'd be cool. OTHER BULLY: Sure would cheese everybody off. BART: But guys, come on. Don't you remember history class? Jebediah once k*lled a bear with his bare hands. OTHER BULLY: Oh, sorry. KEARNY: We forgot how much you love Jebediah Springfield. JIMBO: Yeah, he's your boyfriend. KEARNY: Yeah. BART: Come on, guys. Knock it off. JIMBO: b*at it, Simpson. Man, I thought you were cool. They laugh as Bart slowly walks away. DISSOLVE TO: Bart walks with head down in shame. He arrives at the park, where he stares up at the statue. Voices replay in his head. JIMBO: b*at it, Simpson. Man, I thought you were cool. Bart looks up at the head once more. BART: Aha! He runs off. DISSOLVE TO: Homer sits alongside Maggie, looking through a bowling magazine. HOMER: Wow! Look at these bowling balls, Maggie. Can you think of a better way for Daddy to spend his hard-won 50 bucks? Maggie sucks her pacifier. Homer turns the page and gasps. HOMER: Now I've seen everything. Black marbleized with a liquid center. He shows her the book. HOMER: The Stealth Bowler. The pins don't know what h*t them. BART: Dad, can I talk to you about something? Homer brings the magazine done, revealing Bart's face. HOMER: Sure, boy, what's on your mind? He puts Bart on his lap. BART: Well, I was wondering. How important is it to be popular? HOMER: I'm glad you asked, son. Being popular is the most important thing in the world. BART: So, like, sometimes you could do stuff you think is pretty bad so other kids will like you better? HOMER: You're not talking about k*lling anyone, are you? BART: No. HOMER: Are you? BART: No! HOMER: Then run along you little scamp. A boy without mischief is like a bowling ball without a liquid center. Bart walks out of the kitchen as we: DISSOLVE TO: Bart's bedroom. The alarm clock rings and a hand stealthily stops it. A shadow moves across the house. They peek into Homer's room. The magazine is on top of Homer, he is sleeping and drooling. The door shuts. Bart (the shadow) slides down the staircase. He is dressed in a black suit which makes him close to unrecognizable. He jumps around like a ninja. He steps on the cat, but then claps his hand over its mouth. He proceeds to open a window, throw the cat out, and climb out himself. He moves across the front yard. He's seen running through Springfield, past a traffic light, past the movie theater (now closed). He arrives and looks down to see a large shadow. It is Jebediah Springfield, looming over him. He takes out a saw from his back and climbs the statue. At the top, he begins cutting and cutting as we move back to show a lot of Springfield. There is a loud clank and the head falls against the ground. BART: What have I done? FADE TO BLACK FADE IN; A sh*t of the Simpsons house before we find Bart asleep in his bed. He yawns, opens his eyes --- and finds himself staring straight at the head! He screams. MARGE: Bart, are you all right? BART: Uh, yeah. Top of the world, ma. MARGE: Well, then come down for breakfast. CUT TO: Homer and Lisa eat at the table as Marge paces around the kitchen. Homer continues reading the book. HOMER: Ooh! Look at this one. "The Hammer of Thor: it will send your pins to Val-halla." Lisa? LISA: Valhalla is where Vikings go when they die. HOMER: Ooh, that's some ball. Bart arrives. He carries a large sack over his back. BART: Good morning, everybody. He sets the sack down and it clanks on the floor. Everybody looks over suspiciously. RADIO ANNOUNCER: We interrupt "Mambo in the Morning" to bring you this special news bulletin. The statue of Jebediah Springfield, our illustrious town founder, was brutally decapitated last night in an act of senseless vandalism. The entire family gasps. Bart looks over at the bag. RADIO ANNOUNCER: We now go to Police Chief Wiggum at City Hall. CUT TO: City Hall, where a large group of reporters gather around WIGGUM. WIGGUM: Well, we have no witnesses, no suspects, no leads. If anyone has any information, please dial "O" and ask for the police. That number again. "O". CUT TO: Back to kitchen, where the entire family has gathered. RADIO ANNOUNCER: Stay tuned to this station for further developments as they break (sobbing). BART: It's just a statue. MARGE: The statue of the trailblazing founder of our town. LISA: It's a symbol of what we can all do if we put our minds to it. HOMER: Just a statue? is the Statue of Liberty just a statue? Is the Leaning Tower of Pizza just a statue? A horn honks. BART: Uh-oh. School bus. Come on, Lis. School bus. He picks up the backpack. Lisa looks down sadly at the table. MARGE: Go on, Lisa. We've all got to be brave, just like Jebediah when he k*lled that bear. LISA: It's so awful. CUT TO: Moe's bar. MOE speaks to his daily group of customers, all of whom have bowed their heads in disappointment. MOE: Okay, come on. Come on, everybody. We gotta get on with our lives. Let's try and put this tragedy behind us. BARNEY: You're right, Moe. A beer, please, and make sure there's a head on it. Moe starts sobbing. CUT TO: The Springfield Retirement Home, where ABE SIMPSON sits on a bench along with other seniors. ABE: I said it before, and I'll say it again. "Hell in a handbasket!" I hope they find the punk who did this, and I hope they cut his head off. SENIORS: Yeah! CUT TO: Bart, who spies Jimbo, Kearny, and the other bully lying on a field of grass. Nearby, a sign says "Keep off the Grass" BART: Hi, guys. What's up? JIMBO: We were just saying we'd love to meet the guy who cut off the head of that statue. OTHER BULLY: Yeah, we wish he were here right now. BART: Oh, really? Bart zips open his bag. KEARNY: Yeah, we'd break every bone in his stupid little body. Bart zips the bag back up. JIMBO: Yeah, that's right, man. Limb by limb. ALL: Yeah! BART: What? But--but yesterday didn't you say it would be cool to cut off the head, and really cheese everybody off? KEARNY: Yeah, that was just cloud talk, man. JIMBO: Yeah. I mean, throwing rocks is one thing but I would never cut the head off of a guy who iced a bear with his bare hands. So what's in the bag, Bart? Jebediah starts speaking. Only Bart can hear him. I suppose it's part of his guilt. JEBEDIAH: My head. JIMBO: I said, what's in the bag, Bart? JEBEDIAH: Go ahead, Bart. Tell them. It's the head of Jebediah Springfield. BART: I gotta go. He runs off with the bag and finds himself at the park. A gigantic group of people stare at the incomplete statue. JEBEDIAH: Look what you've done. You wanted to be popular. Now you're the most hated boy in town. BART: You're not really talking to me. You're just my overactive imagination. JEBEDIAH: Oh, I am, am I? BART: Shut up. I wanted them to like me. Bart walks past Burns and Moe. BURNS: Hmm. That child seems rattled. MOE: Can you blame him? BURNS: No. No, I can't. Burns cries into his arms. SMITHERS taps him on the back. SMITHERS: There, there, Mr. Burns. Blow, sir. Burns blows his nose on a tissue. CUT TO: Bart, who walks into his house. Maggie and Lisa sit on the couch, watching TV. Bart starts making his way into the kitchen when--- LISA: Hey, Bart, where are you going? BART: Uh, to my room. LISA: Why don't you watch Krusty the Clown? KRUSTY (on TV): There's someone out there in Krustyland who has committed an atrocity. If you know who cut off Jebediah's head --- I don't care if it's your brother, your sister, your daddy, or your mommy --- turn them in and Krusty will send you a free slide whistle just like Sideshow Bob's. Bob whistles on the television. CUT TO: The yard, where Bart digs a hole with his shovel. The head rests on the ground, talking to him. JEBEDIAH: Wait a minute. I hope you're not planning to do what I think you're doing. BART: Sorry, man, it's either you or me. JEBEDIAH: You know, Bart, you don't have to found a town to be a hero. Sometimes a hero can be a young boy with the courage to stand up and admit he's made a mistake. BART: Yeah, well, I'm running a little short on courage right now. Bart throws him into the hole. JEBEDIAH: Aah! Anyway, think about it, will you, son? Bart looks down meaningfully at the head and groans. CUT TO: Back inside the house where Homer, Marge, Lisa, and Maggie watch TV. TV REPORTER: Jebediah Obediah Zachariah Jebediah Springfield came West in 1838. The title on the TV reads: Springfield A City Held Hostage Day One. Jebediah is shown chopping a log. A bear emerges out of the tree and Jebediah throws his axe away. TV REPORTER: Along the way he met a ferocious bear and k*lled him with his bare hands. That's "B-A-R-E" hands. Jebediah wrestles the bear to the ground. TV REPORTER: Although modern historians recently uncovered evidence that the bear, in fact, probably k*lled him. But whether bear k*lled man--- BART: Mom. Dad. Bart holds up the head in front of the family. HOMER: I knew it all along! MARGE: Why, Bart? Why? HOMER: Yeah, why? You little---. Homer stalks menacingly towards Bart. BART: Because I wanted some really bad kids to like me. Somehow I got the idea of being popular was the most important thing in the world. MARGE: Where did you get a ridiculous idea like that? Homer cringes between his teeth. HOMER: Uhh --- lay off the boy, Marge. He's a good kid. Quit giving him the third degree. MARGE: Homer, did you have something to do with this? HOMER: Well, maybe I am a little responsible. MARGE: A little? HOMER: Come on, son. Let's take the head thing back to the authorities. CUT TO: The same sequence as in the beginning of the episode. Homer and Bart walk along the dark street. HOMER: You know, Bart, when I was your age, I pulled a few boners. But I think you'll find that people are pretty decent if you give them half-- Once again, they turn the corner and they find themselves facing the bloodthirsty crowd. BURNS: Look, there it is, the head! KRUSTY: k*ll him! Homer and Bart set off on a run. BARNEY (present): All right. All right. KRUSTY (present): We know this part. BART (present): Oh, yeah, right. DISSOLVE TO: Bart and Homer around the statue the crowd still gathering around them. BART: Well, that's my story. And if you still wanna tear apart this young Sunday school student as he stands on the brink of salvation, I await your wrath. CROWD: Aw! KRUSTY: Somehow I don't feel like k*lling anymore. EDNA KRABAPPEL: Neither do I. BART: Dad. Homer hands the head to Bart. The crowd watches in excitement. Even Kearny and Jimbo are there. BART (thinking): Forgive me, sir. JEBEDIAH: No problem, Bart. Bart places the head on top. DR. MARVIN: Look! It's glorious. OTTO: It's beautiful, man. BURNS: I love you, Smithers. SMITHERS: The feeling is more than mutual, sir. The crowd cheers and applauds as Bart jumps into Homer's arms. HOMER: Whoo! DISSOLVE TO; Homer and Bart walking away from the scene. The crowd continues to stare at the statue. HOMER: Good going, son. But remember --- most lynch mobs aren't this nice. FADE OUT CREDITS BEGIN THE END.

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CHOIR / ANGELIC VOICES: The Simpsons! Pan over Springfield Power Plant and the rest of Springfield. Then, the camera works its way towards the school...and dissolves into the Simpsons house (not the regular opening). Inside, BART hums as he throws a piece of batter into the air. It falls onto the table. BART: Whoops. Bart pours some more and another piece drops. BART: Whoops. Whoops. LISA and Bart are making pancakes in the kitchen. The entire place is a complete mess. LISA: This is gonna be the best birthday breakfast Mom ever had. Bart throws a finished pancake onto a batch of about 30. BART: Hey, Lis. You think that's enough for her? LISA: Maybe one more. The microwave dings and Lisa takes out a large pancake. LISA: I hope she likes the presents we got her. BART: Well, I know she'll like mine. He holds up a large bottle. BART: Who wouldn't like a bottle of real French perfume all the way from gay Paree? Four bucks, plus tax. LISA: Well, I think she's going to like my handmade birthday card better. BART: Oh, big deal. Dry macaroni, spray paint and glue. Whoopie. Lisa holds up the card. It's extremely detailed and looks very cool. Bart whistles in amazement. CUT TO: Later, Lisa is mixing something with a beater. Bart walks over. BART: Dibs, first dibs. I get to the lick the beaters. He takes it from her and licks it. His tongue quickly gets tangled and he screams. BART: Ow! Ow! Ow! Litha, my ongue, is uck in the eaters. My ongue! DISSOLVE TO: Bart, Lisa, and Maggie open a door and sneakily look into HOMER and MARGE's bedroom. Homer snores. They both bring over the large stack of pancakes. LISA + BART: Happy Birthday!!! Homer screams. HOMER: Huh? What? LISA: Here's your birthday breakfast. MARGE: Oh. Isn't this nice? HOMER: My birthday? LISA: No. HOMER: It's my birthday? What did I get? I love birthdays. MARGE: No, Homer, it's mine. BART: You don't even know your own wife's birthday? HOMER (nervous): Well, of course I know. Sure. You really thought I forgot, didn't you? BART: Oh, right, what did you get her, Dad? LISA: Yeah, what did you get? HOMER: Uh, well, a very thoughtful gift. But it's a surprise. He stretches. HOMER: You know, it's such a beautiful morning. I think I'll take a little stroll around the block. He runs out of the room and the screeching of the car backing out of the driveway is heard. LISA: I think he forgot, Mom. MARGE: Hmm. DISSOLVE TO: Homer slides into the parking lot of the Springfield Mall. He parks in a "No Parking" zone and runs out. The mall is closed. HOMER: Oh no. Come on, come on. Open up! COP: Good morning, consumers. The Springfield Mall is now open for your spending needs. Homer runs in. He walks past the "International House of Answering Machines". HOMER: Hmm? Uh...no. Past the Jerky Hut. HOMER: Too salty. Past the Ear Piercery. HOMER: Uh...nah. Past the Carmel Corn Warehouse. HOMER: Hmm? Nah, too corny. Past Girdles N' Such Fancy Lingerie. HOMER: Too exciting. CUT TO: Marge on the phone, with Maggie on her lap. MARGE: Patty, he's out buying me something right now. PATTY and SELMA are on the other end. Selma knits. PATTY: Oh, Marge. He never gets anything you want. He always gets something for himself. SELMA: The tackle box. PATTY: Remember when he got you the tackle box? SELMA: And Connie Chung. PATTY: And when he surprised you with the Connie Chung calendar? MARGE: I'm sue he doesn't do it deliberately. CUT TO: Homer staring at a bowling bowl on sale. HOMER: Hmm. Hmm. CUT TO: Back to Marge. MARGE: Well, Homer and I had a lovely dining experience at Chez Pierre. Or the Rusty Barnacle is nice. PATTY: No, no, no. We wanna take you someplace fun -- the Singing Sirloin. MARGE (groans): The place where the waiters sing. DISSOLVE TO: Homer busts through the door, carrying a small box tied with a pinkish ribbon. MARGE: Homer? HOMER: Be right there. Homer opens a closet door, places the gift on the top shelf, and closes it. He walks into the kitchen. MARGE: Homer, we're having dinner tonight at the Singing Sirloin. HOMER: That sounds delightful. Just you and me and the balladeers. MARGE: And the kids. HOMER: Fair enough. Homer opens the refrigerator. MARGE: And my sisters. HOMER: Doh! DISSOLVE TO: A sh*t of the outside of the restaurant. Inside, a group of WAITERS sing to an old couple at a table. WAITERS: How we danced on the night we were wed... Near them, a young man and his pregnant wife are also serenaded. WAITERS: Havin' a baby, what a lovely way to say how much you love me. Next to them is another table, with a family completely dressed in black, all weeping. WAITERS: Nearer my God to thee, nearer to thee... At their table, Homer hungrily eats. A cake sits in the middle of the table. Marge opens up presents. MARGE: Oh, perfume. She sniffs it. MARGE: Whoof! Hmm...thank you, Bart. PATTY: 34 years old. SELMA: Time enough to start over with a new man. PATTY: Someone who eats with his mouth shut. HOMER: What's that, Patty? PATTY: Nothing. Finish your steak. Look at him wolf down that gristle. Mm-hmm. SELMA: It's an accident waiting to happen. PATTY: Do you know the Heimlich maneuver? SELMA: No. PATTY: Good. They both laugh. Bart and Lisa sit near each other on another side of the table. LISA: I think she likes my present better. BART: Does not. LISA: Does to. BART: Does not. LISA: Does to. BART: Does not. LISA: Then how come she's not putting on any of your perfume? BART: Yeah, Mom. How come you're not putting on any of my perfume? MARGE: Mm (clears throat). Well, I'm saving it for a special occasion. BART: What the hell are you talking about? There's gallons of it! HOMER: Bart! MARGE: But this occasion is already so special. If we made it any more special, we might end up making it less special. BART: Gotcha. Told ya she liked mine better. LISA: Oh, brother! HOMER: Hold on. Hold on now. Your mother hasn't opened my present yet. Homer waves to several waiters, who begin singing. WAITERS: Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy 34th birthday, Mrs. Homer Simpson, happy birthday to you. Homer lifts the box --- when suddenly, the bottom collapses and the ball falls out, destroying the cake. Everybody is stunned and looks at Homer in shock. HOMER: Oh, don't worry. This frosting will come right off. Beauty, isn't she? MARGE: It's hard for me to judge, since I've never bowled in my life! HOMER: Well, if you don't want it, I know someone who does. Marge angrily blows out a candle. FADE TO BLACK FADE IN: An outside sh*t of the house. Inside, Homer sits on the side of the bed and talks to Marge. HOMER: You always say we should talk. I'm talking right now, as a matter of fact. But I'm going to stop in a second so please, say something back. Marge, please? I'm gonna stop talking...now. MARGE: You bought that bowling ball for you, not for me. HOMER: What? No! MARGE: The holes were drilled for your fingers. HOMER: But I wanted to surprise you. I couldn't very well chop your hand off and bring it to the store, could I? MARGE: You never intended for me to use that ball. HOMER: Well, if that's how you feel, I'll take it back. MARGE: You can't take it back, you have your name engraved on it! HOMER: So you'd know it's from me! MARGE: Homer, I'm keeping the ball...for myself! HOMER: What? But you don't know how to bowl! Oops. MARGE: I'm keeping it, and I'm going to use it. Thank you for the present, Homer. She turns off the lights. HOMER: Well, you're...welcome. DISSOLVE TO: A sh*t of Barney's Bowlarama. Inside, Marge carries the ball. She comes up to a MANAGER behind the desk. MARGE: Excuse me. Where do I throw this? MANAGER: Over there. He points. MARGE: Thanks. MANAGER: Hey, wait, wait a minute. You're gonna need a lane. MARGE: No, thanks. I'm just here out of spite. MANAGER: Can't bowl without a lane. MARGE: Well, all right. MANAGER: Here you go. You keep score on this. He hands her a paper. MANAGER: What size shoes do you wear? MARGE: Never you mind! MANAGER: You can't wear street shoes on the lanes. You gotta wear bowling shoes. What size, please? MARGE: 13 double "A". MANAGER: (shocked) 13 double "A"? He whistles. MANAGER: This is the closest I've got. A nine and a fifteen. He hands her the shoes. MARGE: Thank you. MANAGER: Hmm-hmm. On the bench, Marge begins putting on her shoes. MARGE: A little warm and moist. Ugh. She stands up and brings the ball to the lane. MARGE: Hmm. She raises the ball up and down, then flings it. It only manages to take down one pin. MARGE: Hmm. She looks over at another player. He rolls a ball --- perfect 10. A group of women cheer him on. He walks over to a man, who hands him a wad of bills. He speaks in a French accent. MAN: So, 120 pins later, I am the better man. He looks over at Marge, suddenly, and romantic music plays. MARGE: I don't see what he's doing that's so different from what I'm doing. Hmm. She flings the ball out again. It bounces into another lane, and knocks out one pin there. MARGE: Oh. (to man). I'm -- I'm awfully sorry. MAN: Entirely my fault. It is nice to meet you, (looks at the ball) ... Homer. MARGE: Oh, no, no. Homer's my...ball's name. I'm Marge. He chuckles as she walks away. Marge writes down a score on a sheet, as the man walks over and touches her hand. MAN: Your fingers are so slender, so feminine. They're far too tapered for the ball you're using. You need something lighter. More delicate. Here, use my ball. MARGE: No, no, thank you, Mr., um, (reading the ball) ... Brunswick. MAN: Call me Jacques. MARGE: Jacques. JACQUES: Marge. MARGE: I'll just use my ball. JACQUES: As you wish. Many people have senseless attachments to heavy, clumsy things, such as this Homer of yours. MARGE: Hmm... JACQUES: May I ask you a bold question? MARGE: Sure. JACQUES: You've never bowled before. MARGE: Never. JACQUES: Never? MARGE: No. JACQUES: Then I will teach you. MARGE: Ooh, I don't wanna trouble you. JACQUES: Trouble? Not at all, I am a professional. Roll the ball for me, Marge. Let me see your form. MARGE: All right. But I'm not very good. She flings the ball, it bounces, and once again takes only one pin. MARGE: I can h*t that one pin all right, but the rest of them don't even wobble. JACQUES: I can help you, Marge, pick up the ball. Pick up Homer. Pick him up. He picks Marge up, and sets her on the other side of the lane. JACQUES: Now throw. MARGE: But-- JACQUES: Throw, damn you. She flings the ball. All pins go down in an instant. MARGE: You're a very good teacher. JACQUES: Yes, I am a very good teacher, and I can teach you everything. I can tell you what the little arrows on the floor mean. Which frame is the beer frame. I bet you don't know how to make a five-seven-ten split. Do you, Marge? MARGE: No. JACQUES: But first of all, you yell, "The eight-pin is a cop." She laughs. JACQUES: Let it out, Marge. Laugh loud. Laugh out loud. You're lose weight. MARGE: Oh, that's very funny. JACQUES: Feels good. MARGE: I didn't realize there was so much to this game. What do you charge for lessons? JACQUES: Twenty five dollars. MARGE: Twenty five dollars! JACQUES: It's a forty dollar value. MARGE: Well, all right, when do we start? JACQUES: We have already g*n. He grips her hands and they stare into each other's eyes. CUT TO: The home table, where Homer opens up a box of pepperoni pizza. HOMER: Now this is living, hey, kids? Hot pizza -- the food of kings. LISA: Don't be scared, Dad. It's not so hard takin' care of us. HOMER (laughs): Lisa, I'm not scared. I think it's a great chance to spend some time with you kids. Your mother always gets to be alone with you, and now it's my turn. They each take a slice and start eating. HOMER: Does the time always drag like this? CUT TO: The bowling alley, where Jacques and Marge are down on all fours on the lane. JACQUES: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness, feel the satiny finish. He starts wiping his hands all over it. Marge does the same. JACQUES: Caress it. Experience it. Quite smooth, isn't it, Marge? MARGE: Ooh, very smooth. JACQUES: Smooth? MARGE: Yes, very. JACQUES: Yes. MARGE: Yes. JACQUES: Yes. MARGE: Smooth. JACQUES: Smooth? MARGE: Yes. JACQUES: Yes. You could eat off of it. You hungry? MARGE: Yes. JACQUES: Four onion rings! CUT TO: The Simpsons house, where Lisa throws the last piece of crust into the box. LISA: Mmm. Delicioso! BART: My compliments to the delivery boy. HOMER: Ok, we've eaten and eaten well. Now, what else do what we have to do? Let's check the list your mom left us. Eat. Mm-hmm (checks it off). Oh, clean up. Now, don't worry, everybody. This will be a breeze if we all pitch in. Homer closes the box and hands it to Bart. Bart hands it to Lisa. Lisa hands it to Maggie. Maggie hands it to Homer. Homer hands it to Bart. Bart stuffs it into the trash. HOMER: All right! We're clean. Now, we'll...put Maggie to bed. DISSOLVE TO: Bart, Lisa, and Homer singing over Maggie's crib. ALL: Lullaby, and good night, Go to bed and sleep tight Close your eyes, start to yawn Pleasant dreams until the dawn. Homer yawns and stretches his arms. DISSOLVE TO: Homer sleeps and snores alone in his bed. Marge walks into the room. MARGE: Homer. Homer? HOMER: Huh? Oh, how was bowling? MARGE: It's a very challenging hobby. HOMER: Heh-heh. Sport, dear. It's a sport, you silly thing. Heh-heh. MARGE: Mm-hmm. But I think I'll do much better tomorrow night. Homer's eyes pop open. HOMER: You're going back? MARGE: Sure, if you don't mind taking care of the kids again. HOMER: Uh, no, I don't mind. MARGE: Good night, Homer. HOMER: Good night. FADE TO BLACK FADE IN: Jacques and Marge are at the bowling alley. He holds out a box with a brown glove in it. JACQUES: It is for you. Marge takes it out and inspects it. MARGE: Oh, Jacques. It fits. She slips it on. MARGE: You got it in my size, and it has my name on it. It's really for me. Jacques leans closer and grips her by the hand. JACQUES: Seventeen fifty. Enjoy it, my darling. He rubs her hands as we... DISSOLVE TO: Marge's hands, holding the "Homer" bowling ball. She tosses it and it knocks out almost all of the pins. The bowl rolls back and Jacques holds Marge's hands over the machine. They look into each other's eyes. Jacques zips open a bag, revealing his bowling ball. He puts on his glove. He takes Marge's shoe off and replaces it with a bowling shoe. She grips "Homer" and he grips her hands. He continues to hold her hands as she writes her score in and eats an onion ring. They continue to look romantically into each other's eyes. The final pin falls. DISSOLVE TO: Marge and Jacques in his convertible car; he has driven her home. JACQUES: Here we are. MARGE: You didn't have to drop me off. JACQUES: But I wanted to. Marge, do you know how beautiful you look in the moonlight? MARGE: Oh, Jacques, I'm a married woman. He holds her hand. JACQUES: I know. I know. My mind says "Stop", but my heart and my hips cry "Proceed!" Marge groans silently. JACQUES: Marge, darling, I want to see you tomorrow. Not at Barney's Bowlarama. Away from the thunderous folly of clattering pins. Meet me tomorrow for brunch. MARGE: What's brunch? JACQUES: You'll love it. It's not quite breakfast, it's not quite lunch, but it comes with a slice of cantaloupe at the end. You don't get completely what you would at breakfast, but you get a good meal. MARGE: I don't think so. JACQUES: Marge, darling, there are ten pins in my heart. You've knocked over eight. Won't you please pick up that spare? MARGE: Mm. Mm. All right! CUT TO: Marge walks into the dark bedroom. Homer lies awake. She gets in under the covers. HOMER: Marge? MARGE: What, Homer? A small pause, then... HOMER: Nothing. FADE TO BLACK FADE IN: An outside sh*t of the house. Inside, through the window, the school bus rolls up. It honks. BART: Uh-oh, school bus. MARGE: Here you go, kids, special lunches. Lots of good things for growing bodies and some treats just for fun. She hands them two big bags. BART: Whoa, ay, caramba! LISA: Are you going bowling again tonight, Mom? MARGE: Well, yes, I am, as a matter of fact. Here's more treats. But don't worry, your dad will take care of dinner. BART: Mmm. Wednesday, Hoagie night. Marge kisses Lisa. MARGE: Goodbye, Lisa. My darling little Lisa. Marge kisses Bart. MARGE: Goodbye, Bart. My special little guy. DISSOLVE TO: Bart and Lisa sit together on the bus. Bart eats his treats. BART: Mmm. Great lunches, eh, Lis? LISA: Oh, Bart, don't you see? This is what psychologists call overcompensation. Mom is wracked with guilt because her marriage is failing. BART: Hey, don't rock the boat, man. Whatever it is, we're making out like bandits. LISA: Bart, I read about what happens to kids who parents no longer love and cherish each other. They go through eight separate stages. Right now, I'm in stage three, fear. You're in stage two, denial. BART: No, I'm not. LISA: Yes, you are. BART: No, I'm not. LISA: Yes, you are. BART: Am not. Am not. Am not! LISA: I stand corrected. DISSOLVE TO: An outside sh*t of "Shorty's" restaurant. Inside, Jacques reads a menu. JACQUES: Mimosa? MARGE: I'm a married woman, please don't call me that. JACQUES (laughs): No, no, no, no, no. Mimosa is the name of the drink. It's orange juice and champagne. You're so wonderful that you thought it was something offensive. Oh, well, thank you. VOICE: Marge? Marge Simpson? Marge covers her head behind the menu. It's HELEN LOVEJOY, the reverend's wife. Uh-oh. HELEN: You remember me, don't you? I'm Helen Lovejoy, the gossipy wife of the minister. MARGE: Yes, hello, Helen. HELEN: Well, I had just finished eating and I was about to leave when I looked over this way and said to myself, "Isn't that Marge Simpson having brunch with a man who isn't her husband?" And I just had to come over and say hello. MARGE: We're um---. HELEN: Oh, don't squirm on my account. JACQUES: I am giving her a bowling lesson, thank you. Now, Marge, the pins on the three-seven-split would be here. He places several salt shakers in front of her. JACQUES: We'll make this little piece of food the ball. The ball's bigger, you know that. But for food, this is a good ball. HELEN: Oh, well, bye bye. See you in church on Sunday, Marge. MARGE: Good bye, Helen. JACQUES: Good bye, Helen. You have a lovely friend there. Let's hope something runs over her. Marge laughs. JACQUES: Your laughter is like music to me. But if you laugh at what I say next, I will die, for I am about to say something very serious, perhaps shocking. Marge, my darling, I want you to meet with me again. MARGE: That doesn't shock me. JACQUES: --- away from prying eyes, away from the Helens of the world, at my apartment --- the Fiesta Terrace. He leans closer. Marge gasps and faints. Everything becomes blurry --- this is Marge's dream. Everything is black and white (actually, more cartoon grayish). The only color is in Marge's pink hair (yes, pink) and her orange dress. She knocks on an apartment door, an eye looks through the keyhole, and the door opens. Jacques, and only his black suit and red bowtie are illuminated, is waiting. JACQUES: I've been waiting for you. Come in, my captivating one. A curtain rises and Marge finds herself in the living room. Some objects here and there have color. Music plays. JACQUES: May I have this dance? MARGE: Sure. They begin waltzing around the room. MARGE: Whoa! Marge is swung near a cabinet full of trophies. MARGE: You certainly have a lot of bowling trophies. JACQUES (laughs): I like you so much. They're not for bowling, Marge. You're so naive. They are for lovemaking. MARGE: Really? JACQUES: Yes. They continue dancing and the apartment transforms into a bowling lane. Pins fly all around them. Jacques spins Marge around. MARGE: Oh! They sit down at a bar. JACQUES: Champagne? A secret compartment opens with two glasses. MARGE: Please. JACQUES: There, my darling. MARGE: Thank you. They both drink the glass and toss it over their shoulders. Then, they continue dancing. JACQUES: What cosmic force brought us together, Marge? MARGE: Destiny? JACQUES: Yes. Some divine pinspotter must have placed us side by side. MARGE: Like two fragile bowling pins-- JACQUES: Standing bravely--- MARGE: Until inevitably--- JACQUES: We must topple. He places her down on a bed and moves closer when --- There is a small blur and Marge reawakens in the restaurant with a large smile on her face. JACQUES: Marge, speak to me! MARGE: Is Thursday okay? JACQUES: It's okay, indeed. DISSOLVE TO: Homer in the bedroom. Drawers are all out and clothes are thrown all over the floor. He is completely depressed. He takes off his shirt and looks at a picture of him and Marge. He sniffles. Then, he notices an open drawer and takes out Marge's bowling glove. He reads it. HOMER: For Marge? He places it backs in, closes the drawer, and sits down on the bed. Bart walks in. BART: Hey, Dad. What do you say we toss the ol' apple around, huh? Sound like fun? HOMER: Son, I don't know if I can lift my head, let alone a ball. BART: Aww, come on, Dad, get the lead out. DISSOLVE TO: The backyard, where Homer is still depressed. BART: Simpson checks the runner on first. He's cool. He's fine. Here's the windup...and here's the pitch. Bart throws it and it smashes right into Homer's forehead and bounces off. Homer falls down and Bart runs over. BART: Dad, you didn't even say "ouch". HOMER: Oh, sorry. Ouch. Bart walks over to Lisa and Maggie. BART: Lisa. Lisa. I think you're right about Dad. Something's very, very wrong here. LISA: Frightened, Bart? Welcome to stage three, fear. BART: Well, come on, we gotta do something, man. LISA: Sorry, Bart, I'd love to help you but I'm mired in stage five, self-pity. Bart runs back to Homer. BART: Look, Dad. I don't know what's going on but once you gave me some advice that might help. HOMER: I gave you advice? Get out of here. BART: Yeah, you did. You told me when something's bothering you and you're too stupid to know what to do, just keep your fool mouth shut. At least that way, you won't make things worse. HOMER: Hmm. Good advice. DISSOLVE TO: An outside sh*t of the house. Inside, Homer walks into the kitchen dressed for work. Marge makes peanut better sandwiches. Homer grabs his box and walks away. She doesn't even notice him. HOMER: Marge, may I speak to you? MARGE: Sure. HOMER: You know, I've been thinking. Everybody makes peanut butter and jelly sandwiches but usually the jelly drips out over the side and the guy's hands get all sticky. But your jelly stays right in the middle, where it's supposed to. I don't know how you do it. You just got a gift, I guess. I've always thought so. I just never mentioned it, but it's time you knew how I feel. I don't believe in keeping feelings bottled up. Good-bye, my wife. He leaves sadly and the door is heard opened and closed. MARGE: Good-bye, Homer. DISSOLVE TO: An outside sh*t of the Fiesta Terrace. Inside, Jacques combs his hair in front of a mirror. JACQUES: To the most beautiful moment in life. Better than the deed, better than the memory, the moment of anticipation. He hums as he puts on some aftershave and looks in the mirror. JACQUES: Oh, Jacques, you handsome devil. Look at you. You're really going to...strike out tonight!! DISSOLVE TO: An outside sh*t of the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant. Inside, Homer sits with LENNY and a bunch of other coworkers during lunch. LENNY: Ain't you hungry, Homer? HOMER: Starving. LENNY: Well, then why aren't you eating your sandwich? HOMER: How can I eat it? She made it. It's all I have left. He places it in a box and walks away. COWORKER: Domestic situation. CUT TO: Marge, driving in her red station wagon. She stops at a red light. To the left of her, a married couple emerges out of a church. To the right, a couple walks with a baby in a stroller. She accelerates at the green light, then looks to see a bunch of women gossiping at a table...and then a senior couple, and then two graves. She drives past the costume shop, where two skeletons hold hands. She arrives at a sign, which points left to the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant and right to the Fiesta Terrace. She swerves to the right...and then, suddenly, miraculously, she stops. She backs up...and goes left. But wait...several second later, she swerves back and looks at the sign. What will she do? We don't know, as we DISSOLVE TO; The nuclear power plant, where several people operate machinery. Marge walks in through the door and walks across. Coworkers and Burns all turn to look at her as she passes. She walks up behind Homer, who collects some kind of hazardous material. She taps him on the shoulder. HOMER: Uh, huh. Hmm? He smiles back at her. HOMER: Marge! What a lovely surprise. You're here to see me, right? MARGE: Of course! She leaps at him and hugs him. The coworkers cheer and applaud as they kiss, and Homer lifts her up into his arms. LENNY: Hey, way to go, Homer. Way to go! COWORKER: Hey, what do I tell the boss? HOMER: Tell him I'm going to the backseat of my car with the woman I love...and I won't be back for ten minutes! He walks out carrying her as we FADE OUT and CREDITS BEGIN. THE END.

{"type": "series", "show": "The Simpsons", "episode": "01x09 - Life on the Fast Lane"}

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FADE IN: We begin with an outside sh*t of the house. Inside, Marge hums as she brushes her teeth. MARGE: So how was the office birthday party? It turns out Homer is right behind her. HOMER: Oh, it was delightful. The frosting on the cake was this thick. He holds out two fingers and shows her the size. HOMER: And Eugene Fisk -- my poor sucker of an assistant -- didn't know the fruit punch was spiked and he really made an ass of himself putting the moves on the new girl in Valve Maintenance. (laughs). MARGE: Does this girl like him? HOMER: I have to warn you, Marge. I think the poor young thing has the hots for yours truly. He taps her jokingly on the shoulder and chuckles. MARGE: Homer. HOMER: Just keeping you on your toes, baby. Homer stands on a nearby scale. The arrow inside moves --- 239 pounds. HOMER: Two hundred and thirty nine pounds! Oh, I'm a blimp! Why are all the good things so tasty? From now on, exercise every morning. He starts doing weak arm exercises when Marge grabs him around his neck. MARGE: You're not a blimp, Homer. You're my big, cuddly teddy bear. They kiss. DISSOLVE TO: Bart looks at a fitness advertisement. It shows a small, scrawny guy being transformed into a tough, muscular, fit guy in a before and after picture. BART: Aw, baloney. He looks next a X-Ray TV glasses ad. BART: Yeah, right. Next up is a hyp-no Coin. BART: Oh, give me a break. He looks down at a "Genuine spy Camera" Ad. A slogan beneath it says "Just like the C.I.A. uses!!!" BART: Wow, cool, man! He cuts the ad out. He grabs a hammer and breaks his piggy bank (which already has cracks from previous beatings) to collect several coins. He slides everything into an envelope, runs out, and drops it into a mailbox. FADE OUT FADE IN: A sh*t of the house. A subhead says "Six months later". Inside, Homer gargles some kind of mouthwash in the bathroom. He stands on the scale and looks down. He spits out the mouthwash. HOMER: Oh no! Two hundred and thirty nine pounds? I'm a whale! Why was I cursed with this weakness for snack treats? He looks at himself in the mirror. HOMER: Well, from now on, exercise every morning, Homer. Once again, he starts doing weird exercises when Marge walks in from behind. MARGE: Ooh. Don't strain yourself, dear. HOMER: Good idea, Marge. He stops. HOMER: By the way, this Friday night I'm gonna be attending a little get together with the boys at work. Eugene Fisk is marrying some girl in Valve Maintenance. MARGE: Homer, is this some kind of stag party? HOMER: No, no, Marge. It's gonna be very classy. A tea-and-crumpets kind of thing. Homer begins shaving. MARGE: Hmm. Eugene Fisk. Isn't he your assistant? HOMER: No! My supervisor. MARGE: Didn't he used to be your assistant? HOMER: Hey, what is this, the Spanish Inquisition?! MARGE: Sorry, Homer. CUT TO: Bart and Lisa watching TV on the family couch. Lisa reads a book as the doorbell rings. BART: Uh-oh, it's the "fe-mailman". LISA: Female carrier, Bart. Bart opens the door. BART: Lady, where's my spy camera? BART + LADY MAILMAN: Where's my spy camera? LADY MAILMAN: Every day for the last six months--- BART: Where's my spy camera? Where is my spy camera? BART + LADY MAILMAN: Where's my spy camera? Where's my spy camera?! LADY MAILMAN: Here's your stupid spy camera! She shoves a small box into his chest. BART: Oh. Thanks, ma'am. He shuts the door on her and begins opening the box on the floor. BART: Whoa, man. Look at the size of this thing. I wonder if it really works... He stares it and takes a picture of himself. Looks fine. BART: Cause I got a lot of spying to do. He looks mischievously upstairs. CUT TO: Homer exercising in the bathroom. Bart opens the door and snaps a picture. HOMER: Bart! What are you doing? BART: Sorry, Dad. The answer to that is top secret. Bart runs out as Homer grumbles. Bart proceeds to the parent's bedroom where a sound of a razor is heard. He peeks in and takes a sh*t of Marge shaving her armpits. Ugh. MARGE: Ooh. Oh, Bart. BART: What? MARGE: Go take some wildlife pictures or something. CUT TO: A bunch of bushes from which Bart emerges. He takes a picture of a d*ad rat or another animal that has been run over and has tire tracks on it. CUT TO: Bart's room, where Bart has his shorts down and his camera behind him. Lisa walks in. LISA: Mom, Bart was taking a picture of his butt. Bart quickly fastens his shorts as Marge walks in. BART: Oh, sure. Like I'm really gonna take a picture of my butt. MARGE: Oh, stop it, you two. And put on some nice clothes. Since it's just the four of us tonight, we're having dinner at the Rusty Barnacle. LISA: Yay, fried shrimp! BART: Aw, mom, can't we just grab a burger at--? Only four of us? Who escaped? MARGE: Your father. He's having a boy's night out. DISSOLVE TO: Homer being poured a mug of beer. Lenny, Carl, and a bunch of coworkers sit nearby. Eugene's father makes a speech. EUGENE'S FATHER: Just as I was asking myself "Where did my seven year old boy get the money for a father's day present?", I opened the box. And inside was little Eugene's baseball glove. He had given me the one thing that mattered most to him in the whole world. Eugene, when I see you -- the one thing that matters most to me in the whole world -- married tomorrow, I'm going to know just how you felt that day. EUGENE: I love you, Dad. EUGENE'S FATHER: I love you, son. The two hug. Everybody continues drinking. Smoke fills the air as well. HOMER (bored): Where am I, the planet Cornball? CARL: Hey, don't worry, things are gonna pick up once the entertainment gets here. HOMER: Ooh, entertainment. OTHER PERSON: Yes, sir. Homer and Lenny clink their glasses. CUT TO: The Rusty Barnacle, where a waitress dressed like a pirate leads a couple to a table. On the other side, the Simpsons sit with their pirate waiter. WAITER: Ahoy, I spy the children's menu. BART: Ahoy, this place bites. MARGE: Bart. WAITER: So what's it gonna be, me little bucko? BART: Hmm, let's see. This evening I shall go for the squid platter. LISA: Ew. BART: With extra tentacles, please. MARGE: Oh, Bart. Excuse me, sir, the party next door seems to be a little raucous. Could you please ask them to quiet down a little bit? WAITER: Aye, aye. Bart fills out a service questionnaire. He checks "Poor" for all the categories. The waiter walks over to the loud room and walks in. Inside are Homer and the rest of his buddies. WAITER: Hey, try to keep it down, guys. Okay? HOMER: Hey, shut up. GROUP (singing): Open the door and lie on the floor said Barnacle Bill the sailor. Back at his table, Bart looks over at a sign above him that says "Cod Platter - $4.99. BART: Hmm... He re-arranges the letters so they spell "Cold Pet Rat". The waiter sets a dish down for Lisa. WAITER: Here you go. There you are. For the baby. He sets down individual plates. WAITER: And one squid platter, extra tentacles. He sets the plate down, smiling. Bart's face turns green in disgust. MARGE: Bart, quit fooling around and eat your dinner. LISA: Yeah, eat it, Bart. BART: Ugh, may I please be excused for a minute? MARGE: Okay, but don't dawdle. Your food will get cold. CUT TO: Inside the office, where Carl stands near Eugene. Both he and his father look depressed. CARL: Okay, Eugene. One last taste of bachelor freedom. Lenny turns on a boombox and middle eastern music plays. LENNY: Presenting, Princess Kashmir, queen of the mysterious East. A stripper waltzes in and starts dancing for the men. Everybody barks and cheers her on. LENNY: Now this is what I call a party. EUGENE'S FATHER: How do I tell you this, my boy? We're in hell. HOMER: Heh, heh, look at him squirm. STRIPPER: You care to dance? WORKER: She wants you, Homer! LENNY: Go for it, Homer. Lenny pushes Homer on top of the table as she giggles. The two start dancing, Homer slightly nervous at first. WORKER: Shake his buns. CUT TO: Bart walks out of the bathroom and hears the noises coming from the other room. HOMER: I'm sorry, I don't usually laugh like this. Bart peeks in and gasps. Homer doesn't see him. BART: Ay caramba. Wow, man. Bart takes out his handy dandy little camera and snaps a sh*t. HOMER: Oh, this is the most fun I've ever had in my life. FADE TO BLACK FADE IN: A sh*t of the outside of the Springfield Elementary School. Inside, in a room barely lit by red light, MARTIN (the genius) stands in front of a crowd of people. MARTIN: The meeting of the Future Photographers of America is now in session. We would like to welcome our new member, Bart Simpson. Everybody applauds. BART: Whoa, people, people. Don't applaud. Let's get to work. Bart performs several enhancing operations before he shows the picture to Martin. MARTIN: My goodness. Quite exciting. STUDENT: Extremely sensual. STUDENT 2: The subtle gray tones recall the work of Helmut Newton. MARTIN: Who's the sexy lady, Bart? BART: Beats me. But the gay dancing with her is my pop. ALL: Wow! STUDENT 3: He brings to mind the later work of Diane Arbus. MARTIN: Bart, I'd really appreciate a print of your masterwork. STUDENTS: Yeah. Me too. Come on. BART: Sorry, guys. No can do. STUDENTS: Oh. Milhouse comes in from the side. MILHOUSE: Come on, Bart. You're gonna make me a print, aren't you? BART: Will you swear not to let another living soul get a copy of this photo? MILHOUSE: Ok. BART: Cross your heart and hope to die? MILHOUSE: Yep. BART: Stick a needle in your eye? MILHOUSE: Yep. BART: Jam a dagger in your thigh? MILHOUSE: Yep. BART: Eat a horse manure pie? MILHOUSE: Yep. BART: Well, okay. CUT TO: Milhouse sits with another kid in the library. He taps him with his elbow. MILHOUSE: Psst, look what I got. KID: Whoa, I gotta have a copy of that. MILHOUSE: Sorry. KID: Aw, come on. MILHOUSE: Well, okay. The two walk over the copy machine and Milhouse puts a coin in. A copy slides out. CUT TO: The playground, where Bart hangs upside down on his feet. Another boy walks over. BOY: Hey, Bart. How come Milhouse gets a copy of your girlie picture and I don't? I thought I was your friend too. BART: Well, okay. The two run over to the copy machine and make a copy. CUT TO: Inside a classroom, the boy hands over a copy to another classmate sitting in front of him. Soon, there is a whole stack of copies being printed and a group of kids take one off of a pile. CUT TO: A father holds the picture in front of his son. FATHER: Son, why are you wasting your time with this sleazy trash? SON: Sorry, Dad. The son walks away in shame as the father laughs. FATHER: Wait till I show the guys at work this little doozy. CUT TO: The photo emerges out of a fax. A man picks it up and speaks on the phone. MAN (laughs): Mike, this is Al. Just wanted to thank you on the "informative memo" you faxed me. Whoops, here comes the boss. Gotta go. CUT TO: Reverend Lovejoy sits at his desk when his assistant walks up. ASSISTANT: Reverend Lovejoy, your wife confiscated this from one of the boys in the choir. Lovejoy looks at it and gasps. LOVEJOY: Why this sheep has strayed from my own flock. His name's--- CUT TO: Smithers and Burns in their office. Smithers holds the same photo. SMITHERS: Homer Simpson, sir. A low-level employee in sector 7-G. BURNS: Simpson, huh? A family man? SMITHERS: Wife and three kids, sir. BURNS: I'd like to see our self-styled Valentino tomorrow morning, Smithers. DISSOLVE TO: A group of women in a gym stare at the picture taped to the wall. It shows an arrow to Homer's belly and says: "Watch Out!!! Bathing Suit Season is Coming!". They all snicker as Marge walks up. MARGE: What are we laughing at? She gasps and rips the picture off the wall. CUT TO: An outside sh*t of the Kwik-E-Mart. Inside, Homer takes out a donut from a shelf. He heads over to Apu. HOMER: One glazed and one Scratch-N-Win, please. APU: You look familiar, sir. Are you on the television or something? HOMER: Sorry, buddy. You got me confused with Fred Flintstone. Homer scratches his lottery card. HOMER: Ooh, Liberty Bell! Another Liberty Bell! One more and I'm a millionaire. Come on, Liberty Bell, please, please, please, please, please, please. He scratches it and it turns out to be a grape. HOMER: Doh! That purple fruit thing. Where were you yesterday? Another customer walks into the store. CUSTOMER: Hey, hey, lookin' good. HOMER: What do you want, pal? A young boy on a skateboard calls him over. SKATEBOARD BOY: Hey, mister. Do dee do do do dee do do. HOMER: Well, a "do dee do dee do" to you too, pint size. Jeez, you got a lot of nutcases in here. APU: Oh, sir, I've seen things you can't imagine. A construction worker or plumber or something of that short yells to him as Homer leaves. CONSTRUCTION WORKER: Hey, hey, hey! HOMER: I hear ya, buddy. Whew. Full moon. DISSOLVE TO: Homer stops his car at a stoplight. Nearby, a convertible stops and three girls start laughing at him and waving. HOMER (chuckles): Hmm. Still got it. DISSOLVE TO: Homer parks the car and turns off the engine. He whistles as he makes his way to the front door. He walks in and gaps as Marge slams the picture into his face. MARGE: What is the meaning of this?!! HOMER (stammering): Meaningless, Marge. Don't even attempt to find meaning in it. There's nothing between me and Princess Kashmir. MARGE: Princess who? BART: Hey, my photo. MARGE + HOMER: Your photo?! BART: Uh-oh. HOMER: Why you little---! MARGE: Why you big---! She grasps Homer around the neck and chokes him. MARGE: Bart, go to your room. BART: I'm out of here. HOMER: Look, Marge, honey, baby, doll. I---. MARGE: Homer, I don't even want to look at you right now. HOMER: What are you saying, honey? She points out to the street. HOMER: But where will I sleep? MARGE: My suggestion is for you to sleep in the filth you created! HOMER: Would a motel be okay? She slams the door shut on him. Homer walks sadly away when the door opens behind him. HOMER: Oh, I knew you'd come to your--. A suitcase hits his face and Marge comes out. MARGE: Here, if you have any soul left, you'll need these. She hands him a box of tissues as she sheds a tear. Clothes are strewn all around them. MARGE: I know I will. She goes back into the house and shuts the door. Homer sheds several tears as we... FADE TO BLACK FADE IN: An outside sh*t of Moe's. Inside, Homer sniffles as he drinks a beer and talks with Moe. A sign above him says "Ladies Night - Unescorted Ladies Drink Free". MOE: What's the matter, Homer? Hottest ladies' night in months and you're not even checking out the action. HOMER: Oh, Moe. My wife gave me the old heave ho because of some lousy picture. MOE: What, this one? He points to a copy framed on his wall. HOMER: Doh! Barney leans over. BARNEY: So, uh, where are you staying tonight, Homer? HOMER: Motel, I guess. BARNEY: Oh no, no pal of mine is gonna stay in some dingy flophouse. CUT TO: Barney opens a door and he and Homer enter his apartment. It's a complete mess. There are clothes, wrappers, magazines, and empty beer bottles all over the floor. BARNEY: If you get hungry in the middle of the night, there's an open beer in the fridge. Homer looks out a window. HOMER: Look, Barney. See the row of tiny lights up there? The middle one is my house. Someone must have left the porch light on. BARNEY: Hey, that's rough, pal. Barney dials a telephone. BARNEY: Hello, Marge. You left your damn porch light on! HOMER: Barney! BARNEY: Homer's not made of money, you know. Homer steals the phone. MARGE: Who is this? BARNEY: Don't listen to him, Marge. He's-- MARGE: Oh, it's you. She hangs up. HOMER: Oh. BARNEY: Homer, you're overwrought. Why don't you unwind a little bit? Party down the hall. You know, this apartment complex caters to upscale young singles like me. He burps loudly. HOMER: No, Barn. I just want to crawl into bed. BARNEY: Suit yourself, Homer. Nighty-night. Barney walks out as Homer opens up his suitcase. He sighs. DISSOLVE TO; Homer lying on a coach and a table, his eyes open. Music and laughter come from next door. DISSOLVE TO: Marge and the kids eating breakfast in the kitchen. LISA: I wonder when Dad's coming home. Marge looks over at her, a slightly sad look in her eyes. DISSOLVE TO: An outside sh*t of the Nuclear Power Plant. Inside, Homer drinks a cup of coffee. Smithers comes on the announcement system. SMITHERS: Homer Simpson. Homer Simpson. Report at once to Mr. Burns' office. HOMER: Oh, no. CUT TO: Homer sitting in front of Burns in his office. BURNS: What in blue blazes do you think you're doing, Simpson? HOMER: What do you mean, sir? Burns holds up the photo. BURNS: I mean this. Homer gasps. BURNS: A plant employee carrying on liked an oversexed orangutan in heat. This is a family nuclear power plant, Simpson. Our research indicates that over 50 percent of our power is used by women. I will not have you offending my customers with your bawdy shenanigans! HOMER: It won't happen again, sir, I promise! May I get out of your sight now? BURNS: Just a second, Simpson! Smithers, would you leave the room for a minute? SMITHERS: Yes, sir. Smithers walks out. BURNS: Simpson, I am by most measures a successful man. I have wealth and power beyond the dreams of you and your clock-punching ilk. And yet, I've lead a solitary life. The fair sex remains a mystery to me. You seem to have a way with women, a certain--how shall I put it -- animal magnetisme. Help me, Simpson. Tell me your secret. HOMER: Uh, Mr. Burns, in spite of what everybody thinks, I'm no lover boy. BURNS: Simpson, I'm asking you nicely. HOMER: I don't really know, sir. BURNS: Simpson!! HOMER: Well, I wine them, I dine them, bring them flowers, write them love poetry, sir. BURNS: Of course. It's simplicity itself. I won't forget this, Simpson. Now return to your work and tell no one of what transpired here. DISSOLVE TO: An outside sh*t of the house during night. Inside, Bart and Lisa read a book and a magazine while Maggie sits nearby. Homer sticks his head in the door. HOMER: Anybody home? LISA: Hi, Daddy. BART: Welcome back, Dad. They hug him. HOMER: How's your mom? LISA: Still kind of ticked off. BART: Yeah, good luck, man. HOMER: Oh, thanks, boy. Homer peeks into the kitchen. HOMER: Hello, Marge. It's me, Homer. Are you still mad? Marge sits silently at the dining table. HOMER: You are still mad. Don't need to say it. I'm your loving husband. I can read you like a book. I'll just have some milk. Look, I'm not drinking out of the carton. Come on, Marge! Please forgive me! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! He gets down on his knees, his lips still covered with milk. MARGE: Homer, you don't even know why you're apologizing. HOMER: Yes, I do. Because I'm hungry, my clothes are smelly, and I'm tired. MARGE: I've been thinking, Homer, and you know what bothers me the most about this whole thing? You thought Bart a very bad lesson. Your boy idolizes you. HOMER: Oh, he does not. MARGE: Yes, he does, Homer. And when he sees you treating women as objects, he's going to think that it's okay. You owe your son better than that, Homer. HOMER: So what should I do, Marge? MARGE: Well, I think you should take Bart to meet this exotic belly person. I want him to see that she's a real human being with real thoughts and real feelings. I want Bart to see you apologize for the way you treated her. HOMER: Okay, your wish is my command, my little---. MARGE: Do it! DISSOLVE TO; An outside sh*t of Florence of Arabia club. Bart and Homer walk through the main door (or curtain, rather) holding hands. A MANAGER stands inside the club. MANAGER: Princess Kashmir? You must mean April Flower. She's working over at the Girlesque. BART: Oooh. Bart is about to look inside when Homer yanks him back in. CUT TO: Homer and Bart in front of the Girlesque Club. A sign says "Wet T-Shirt Nite - Mature Audiences Only". Homer and Bart walk in and they come to face with another manager. HOMER: See, I'm trying to teach my son here about treating women as objects. MANAGER 2: Oh, that's a good idea. Uh, but April's over at Foxy Boxing tonight. Bart is yanked. CUT TO: Homer talking with another manager, from the third club. MANAGER 3: Just let me say that it is an honor to have Springfield's number one swinger here with us to--- HOMER: Forget that. I'm teaching my boy a lesson. Is she here or not? Bart desperately tries to get a look but can't. MANAGER 3: Uh, try Mud City. CUT TO: An outside sh*t of Mud City. Inside, Homer speaks on the phone. HOMER: Marge! Marge! We're gonna try one more place, the Sapphire Lounge. Bart! I said look at the floor! DISSOLVE TO: Bart and Homer's car sliding up into the parking lot of the Ye Old Ramp Inn. Inside, Bart and Homer walk along several performers. PERFORMER: He really loves me--- HOMER: There she is. Hey, Princess. It's me, the guy from the snapshot. He walks over to her. She is dressed like an angel and quite embarrassed. PRINCESS: Oh. Oh, hi. STAGE MANAGER: Places, ladies, places. Can I get just a little cooperation? It's show time. HOMER: Look, I'm here because I want to apologize for treating you like an object. PRINCESS: Uh-huh. HOMER: I also want my boy to find out that you're more than just a belly. I want him to meet the women behind all the spangles and glitter and find out that she has thoughts and feelings too. PRINCESS: Oh, well, okay. But can we make it quick? BART: Nice to meet you, ma'am. HOMER: Could you tell him a little bit about yourself? PRINCESS: Well, uh, my real name is Shawna Tifton. HOMER: Uh-huh. Suddenly, the platform she's on begins rising. This is some kind of play or performance in the inn...and Homer's part of it! PRINCESS: My pet peeve is rude people. HOMER: Uh-huh. PRINCESS: And my turn-ons include silk sheets and a warm fireplace. HOMER: Thank you very much, ma'am. We'll be on our---. He turns around and slips off the edge. He hangs on with one hand. It turns out to be a cage of some sort. In front of the curtain, performing for the audience, is a singer. SINGER: I've heard them say so often They can love their wives ooh But I think that's just foolish Men must have hearts...made of stone Now my heart is made Of softer stuff Behind the curtain, Homer still hangs nervously. BART: Cool, man. PRINCESS: Get out of my cage. My boss will freak out. She begins trying to h*t his fingers with her shoes, hoping her hands will slip. HOMER: Oh, no! SINGER: A pretty girl can't look my way without... HOMER: Don't! Don't! She continues trying to tap him. HOMER: Don't! No. PRINCESS: Get out. Get out of here. Get your hands off. She hits him in the face several times and he screams. SINGER: A new romance... Oh, I could love a million girls And every girl a twin... The curtain rises behind the singer and the show begins with the females dancing. The audience cheers wildly. SINGER: Oh, I could love a Chinese girl, an Eskimo, or--- Princess finally hits Homer and he's sent falling down to the stage. He crashes to the steps and rolls down, much to the surprise of the audience and the dancers. Bart looks attentively at every h*t. SINGER (silently): Get off of my stage, fat boy. AUDIENCE MEMBER: Hey, it's the guy from the picture! Everybody begins to wave and cheer for Homer. Burns sits among them with two ladies by his side. BURNS: Homer Simpson! The singer chuckles. SINGER: Sorry, partner. I didn't recognize you at first. Ladies and gentlemen, it's an honor to have a real swinging cat with us tonight. Homer Simpson, party guy. The singer hugs Homer as the audience applauds. Bart claps silently on the sideline. SINGER: Mr. Maestro... The piano player starts to play. SINGER: Oh I could love a million girls And every girl a twin Yeah I could love a Chinese girl An Eskimo or Finn I could dig a Deutschland chick A girl with golden curls In fact I think that we could love... HOMER: About a million girls! The singer bows down to Homer and the girls start dancing around him. HOMER: Heh. Hey! Ooh. Look out. Yeah. BURNS: How does he do it, Smithers? SMITHERS: He's a love machine, sir. HOMER: Da da da, da da da da.... BART: Way to go, Dad. Homer and Bart look into each other's eyes. HOMER: Uh-oh. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Stop the music. Quite, please. I have something to say. Quiet. Marge's long hair is seen poking through the audience. BURNS: You with the hair, down in front. Marge's face is revealed. MARGE: Oh, no. He's sunk even lower. HOMER: I have something to say to all the sons out there. To all the boys, to all the men, to all of us. It's about women and how they are not mere objects with curves that make us crazy. No, they are our wives, they are our daughters, our sisters, our grandmas, our aunts, our nieces and nephews. Well, not our nephews. They are our mothers. And you know something, folks? As ridiculous as this sounds, I would rather feel the sweet breath of my beautiful wife on the back of my neck as I sleep than to stuff dollar bills into some stranger's G-string. Princess starts crying from her position in the cage. HOMER: Am I wrong? Or am I right? Everybody begins sniffling. AUDIENCE MEMBER: My wife gets the cutest little thing, right here, when she smiles. He points to a spot near his eye. Another member takes out a picture of his baby. AUD. MEMBER 2: This is my Suzie. AUD. MEMBER 3: Oh, she's so cute. Here's mine. SINGER: You know, my mom sounded a little down the other day. I'd better give her as call. MARGE: Homer! HOMER: Marge. She is in tears as they run at each other. Homer swings her around and hugs her. They kiss on the stage. BART: All right, folks. Show's over. No more to see, folks. Come on. Only sick people want to see my folks kiss. FADE OUT CREDITS BEGIN THE END

{"type": "series", "show": "The Simpsons", "episode": "01x10 - Homer's Night Out"}

foreverdreaming

FADE IN: Bart walks in through the main door, eating a candy bar and carrying his skateboard. BART: Froggie, I'm home! He makes his way up the stairs and throws off his backpack and several other objects on the floor as he goes to his room. His room is a complete mess. A green frog sits inside a glass jar on a dresser. BART: Hi, little fella. Got some nice juicy flies for you. Bart drops a single fly into the can and the frog eats it. CUT TO: Homer looks over the great mess in the hallway. HOMER: Geez, Louise. Look at this mess. I told that boy a billion times to pick up his jun---. Homer accidentally steps on Bart's skateboard and he's sent flipping and rolling down the stairs. He screams the whole way down, cursing a bit as well. KRUSTY DOLL: I like to play with you. I like to play with you. HOMER (gasps): My back. There goes my back again. KRUSTY DOLL: I like to play with you. I like to play with you. I like to play with you. I like to play with you. Santa's Little Helper, the family dog, walks in. Homer grunts as he tries to get up. HOMER: Go get help, Dog. The dog instead starts licking Homer. KRUSTY DOLL: I like to play with you. I like to play with you. DISSOLVE TO: A much later time. Homer is still on the floor in pain. The dog sleeps on his stomach. The battery of the doll is dying. KRUSTY DOLL (dying out): I like to play with you. I like to play with you. Maggie crawls over Homer's head. HOMER: Oh, Maggie. My poor back. Maggie takes out her pacifier and sticks it into Homer's mouth. KRUSTY DOLL: I like to play with you. I like to play with you. DISSOLVE TO: Even later. Maggie now sleeps on the floor near Homer's head. The doll is still alive. KRUSTY DOLL: I like to play with you. I like to p--. I like to play---. Marge and Lisa walk in and gasp. LISA: Dad! MARGE: Homer, what happened? HOMER: Oh, the boy. Bring me the boy. CUT TO: Marge stomps into Bart's room and yells at him. MARGE: Bart, if you had cleaned up your room when I asked you to, your father's trick back would still be aligned. So you'll pick up this mess right now! She leaves and slams the door. Bart begins throwing objects into his closet, muttering under his breath. BART: Clumsy Homer. Everything's always my fault. If he'd just watch where he was going. He discovers a pink box under his bed and shakes it. BART: Hello, what have we here? He opens it and gasps. BART: A cherry b*mb! I thought I blew all you guys up. CUT TO: The playground on Bart's school. Kids play marbles, ride around on swings, and jumprope. PRINCIPAL SKINNER walks around enforcing the rules. SKINNER: People, people, no rough-housing on the monkey bars. You there, tuck in your shirt. Watch it, I saw what. Skinner's mother, Agnes, walks behind him. AGNES: You certainly have done awfully well for yourself, Spanky. SKINNER (quietly): Mother, please don't call me Spanky on school grounds. Nearby, Bart holds the cherry b*mb in front of Milhouse and several other friends. MILHOUSE: Wow! A cherry b*mb! LEWIS: What are you gonna do with it, Bart? MILHOUSE: Watch out, Bart. It's Skinner! BART: Uh-oh. Bart hides the cherry b*mb and the boys form a line. ALL: Good morning, Mr. Skinner! SKINNER: Morning, boys. AGNES: Why haven't you introduced me to your students, Spanky? The kids laugh at Skinner until he gives them a mean look. AGNES: Well? SKINNER: Mother, I would like you to meet...Milhouse, Lewis, Richard, and Bart Simpson. AGNES: This is the Bart Simpson you're always talking about? SKINNER: Mm-hmm. AGNES: But he looks so sweet. BART: I am, ma'am. SKINNER: Simpson! Let's move on now, Mother, shall we? He leads her away. BART: Bye, Spanky. They all snicker and once again stop when Skinner looks back. FADE TO BLACK FADE IN The boys stand in the bathroom. MILHOUSE: So, you're gonna flush it? BART: What can I say? I've got a weakness for the classics. He flicks open a lighter. CUT TO: Outside, Skinner and Agnes walk in the hallway. AGNES: I think I need to make a stop at the little girls' room. SKINNER: Okay, Mother. This way. He opens a door for her and she goes in. CUT TO: Bart drops the flaming b*mb into a toilet and flushes it. BART: Ha ha, so long, sucker! He stands back and an expl*si*n is heard on the other side. Water begins coming out of the toilets like a geyser. CUT TO: In the hallway, Skinner hears the screaming of his mother. CUT TO: Inside, the woman's bathroom, Agnes is carried up by the stream as it washes out of the stall. Bart and his friend's laughter can be heard. CUT TO: The kids run out into the hallway, where a stern Skinner stands in front of them. SKINNER: Now hold it right there, you little--- AGNES: Spanky...? SKINNER: Mother? He walks off. CUT TO: An outside sh*t of the Simpsons house. Inside, Homer lies lazily on the couch, taking all advantage of his situation. HOMER: Oh, Marge, I still hurt. He rings a bell annoyingly. HOMER: Oh, Marge. Marge!! MARGE: Oh, Homer. How many times do I have to fluff your pillow? HOMER: Actually, I was wondering if you could make me a grilled cheese sandwich. MARGE: Well, okay. HOMER: Make sure it's squished flat and crunchy on the outside. MARGE: I know how you like 'em, Homer. HOMER: And maybe some of those little wieners that come in a can? Oh, and some fruit cocktail in heavy syrup. Marge groans as she walks away. The doorbell rings repeatedly. HOMER: Marge. Marge. Marge, get the door! Marge looks through the peephole to see the distorted and disappointed face of Principal Skinner. MARGE: Principal Skinner! She opens the door. SKINNER: Hello, Mrs. Simpson. I'm afraid there's been a very disturbing incident at school today. He lets go of Bart. BART: I'm outta here. Bart runs up the stairs and to his room. MARGE: Homer, Principal Skinner is here. HOMER: Oh, hello, Principal Skinner. I'd get up, but the boy crippled me. SKINNER: Mm-hmm. I understand completely. The disturbing incident I was referring to happened this morning when your son flushed an expl*sive device down the boy's lavatory. HOMER (laughing): Heh-heh, that ol' gag. SKINNER: Unfortunately, at the same moment, my mother was in the girls' lavatory making use of the facilities. MARGE: Oh, dear. SKINNER: Mr. and Mrs. Simpson, we have transcended incorrigible. I don't think suspension or expulsion will do the trick. I think it behooves us all to consider...deportation. MARGE: Deportation?! You mean kick Bart out of the country? HOMER: Eh, hear him out, Marge. SKINNER: Well, perhaps I was being a tad glib. Let me explain. Our elementary school participates in a foreign exchange program. Normally, a student is selected on the basis of academic excellence or intelligence, but in Bart's case, I'm prepared to make a big exception. And if you're willing to play along, he can spend the next three months studying far, far away. HOMER: Sounds great. Although, a kid can't learn much in just three months. MARGE: Homer, you didn't even ask where Bart would be going! SKINNER: Actually, he'd be staying in France, in a lovely chateau in the heart of the wine country. MARGE: But Bart doesn't speak French. SKINNER: Oh, when he's totally immersed in a foreign language, the average child can become fluent in weeks. HOMER: Yeah, but what about Bart? SKINNER: I'm sure he'll pick up enough to get by. And, uh, the whole thing won't cost you a dime, as long as you're willing to take in a student of your own. HOMER: Wait a minute, Skinner. How do we know some principal over in France isn't pulling the same scam as you are? SKINNER: For one thing, you wouldn't be getting a French boy. You would be getting an Albanian. HOMER: You mean all white with pink eyes? SKINNER: No. No, no, no. A student from Albania. It's a country on the Adriatic Sea. MARGE: Well, going to France sounds like a fantastic opportunity but I think Bart should have a say in this. CUT TO: Bart in his room, staring at his frog in the jar. BART (sighing): The life of a frog. That's the life for me. Marge walks in. MARGE: Bart, how would you like to spend the next three months living in France? BART: France? Wow! CUT TO: Skinner and Homer talk. HOMER: He makes me crazy 12 months a year. At least you get the summer off. SKINNER: Mhm-hmm. CUT TO: Bart and Marge discuss as they make their way down the stairs. BART: And I get to take a plane there, wouldn't I, Mom? MARGE: Yes, Bart. BART: Wow! And one back? SKINNER: Mm-hmm. They walk into the living room. MARGE: Well, Bart seems very enthusiastic about the idea. Homer and Skinner bounce off and give each other high-fives. HOMER + SKINNER: Yes! Whoo, baby! Way to go! Bon voyage, boy! FADE TO BLACK FADE IN: An airplane sits on a runway. Near it, the Simpsons clan say their goodbyes. Marge kisses Bart. MARGE: Goodbye, my special, my special little guy. You will write us, won't you? BART: All the time. LISA: What do you know about France? BART: I know I'm going and you're not. HOMER: I'm gonna miss you, son. And listen, while you're seeing all those great sights, always remember that you're representing your country. I guess what I'm saying is...don't mess up France the way you messed up your room. They shake their hands. HOMER: Okay, Dad. A flight attendant walks over to them. FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Is one of you going to be on the charter flight? BART: Yes, sir. FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Mm-hmm. Come along. He yanks Bart away. SIMPSON FAMILY: Goodbye, Bart. Bye. Be good. We'll miss you. They wave as Bart is thrown into the plane. He sits in the middle of several passengers. DISSOLVE TO: A new airfield. A subhead says: "Tirana, Albania". A family kisses their son goodbye (the foreign exchange student). His mother and father do the same things as Marge and Homer did, just in Albanian. The boy walks off to the plane. He salutes a nearby guard and is saluted back. He walks onboard. The plane flies off as Bart's place crosses it. DISSOLVE TO: Paris, France. Bart's plane flies past the Eiffel Tower. CUT TO: Bart, making his way between several passengers who bump into him. BART: Hey, man, watch it. Ooh! Oh! Ow! Bart sees a skinny man who holds a sign for him. He walks over. BART: Oh, hey man. It's me, Bart Simpson. FRENCHMAN: Okay, kid. Let's go. He points to an old-fashioned two seat motorcycle. BART: Hey! CUT TO: Bart and the Frenchman ride across the countryside as Bart sings. BART: Every little breeze seems to whisper Louise Birds in the trees seem to (whistle) Louise. >La la la la la la la la la... They ride across a bridge, some fields, and past several people. BART: How much longer, sir? This is where we're going, right? He reads off a wine bottle. BART: Chateau Mah-son. The picture shows an elegant mansion. DISSOLVE TO: The real Chateau Maison. A broken down little cottage. Only the sign remains the same. Another Frenchman talks to his mule in French. Subtitles are shown. FRENCHMAN 2: Ah, Maurice. Once the American boy arrives, your days of back-breaking labor will be over. Bart and his buddy arrive. BART: Eww. What a dump. He stares sadly. DISSOLVE TO: A plane flies over another airport. Homer, Marge, Lisa, and Maggie stand on a platform. LISA: You know, in Albania, the unit of currency is called the lek... HOMER: (laughing) You gotta be kiddin'. The lek. Lisa continues reading from her book. LISA: And the national flag is a two-headed eagle on a red field. HOMER: Give me the old stars and stripes. LISA: And the main export is furious political thought. HOMER: Political what? ANNOUNCER: Trans. Albanian Airlines, flight number two, Tirana to Springfield, is now arriving. The plane stops in front of them. CUT TO: Bart stands in front of the two men. As we soon come to know, their names are Cesar and Ugolin. Ugolin is skinny and Cesar is fat and wears a French cap. UGOLIN: Welcome to your new home. CESAR: Escape is impossible. My name is Cesar. This is my nephew, Ugolin. You may find life here at the chateau hard, but if you shut up and do exactly what we say, the time will pass more quickly. UGOLIN: He's right, you know. BART: Well, okay, sir. CUT TO: The airplane door opens and the Albanian boy walks off to meet the Simpsons. MARGE: Adil? ADIL: Mother? MARGE: Well, I guess for the next few months, yes, I will be your mother. ADIL: And this must be Lisa and Maggie. He shakes their hands. ADIL: And you must be my new father, Homer. He hugs Homer and kisses him twice on the cheeks. HOMER: Affectionate little Albanian, isn't he? CUT TO: Cesar opens Bart's suitcase and takes out a camera and another object. UGOLIN (in French): Cesar, look! We are rich. They inspect a pair of underwear and a Krusty the Clown T-Shirt. CESAR (in French): These won't fit us, but we can sell them. UGOLIN: And a red hat for you, Maurice. He places Bart's cap on the mule's head. BART: Hey, come on, guys. Quit being so grabby? They both growl in anger. BART: Sorry, man. Be my guest. DISSOLVE TO: An outside sh*t of Springfield Elementary School. Inside, Skinner makes a presentation on Adil. All the students gather in their seats. SKINNER: You may find his accent peculiar. Certain aspects of his culture may seem absurd, perhaps even offensive. But I urge you all to give little Adil the benefit of the doubt. In this way, and only in this way, can we hope to better understand our backward neighbors throughout the world. The students clap as Adil stands up on the podium. ADIL: Thank you, Principal Skinner. Thank you, fellow students. Although I have only been in your country a few days, I have already found Americans to be most...trusting. Although, officially, I am required to hate you, I want you to know I do not feel it in my heart. The students clap. DISSOLVE TO: Ugolin walks along a wheat field, whistling a tune. Cesar and the mule follow close behind. CESAR: Hurry up, boy. My grapes are waiting for their water. Bart tiredly carries several pails of water on a stick behind them. DISSOLVE TO: An outside sh*t of the Simpsons house in the evening. Lisa and Adil talk at the dinner table. ADIL: How can you defend a country where 5% of the people control 95% of the wealth? LISA: I'm defending a country where people can think, act, and worship any way they want. ADIL: Can not. LISA: Can too. ADIL: Can not. LISA: Can too. HOMER: Please, please, kids. Stop fighting. Maybe Lisa's right about America being a land of opportunity, and maybe Adil has a point about the machinery of capitalism being oiled with the blood of the workers. ADIL: Your father is right. We should not fight. Friends? LISA: Well, okay. MARGE: Well, now that that's settled, I'll just clear the dishes. ADIL: No, no, Mrs. Simpson. You have been oppressed enough for today. I will clear the dishes. MARGE: Oh. Okay. Adil walks off into the kitchen. HOMER: DId you see that? You know, Marge, this is the way I've always wanted it to be. We've become a fully functioning family unit. We've always blamed ourselves but I guess it's pretty clear which cylinder wasn't f*ring. MARGE: Homer! LISA: Your paper-thin commitment to your children sends shivers down my spine! May I be excused? She storms off. MARGE: Lisa! HOMER: Oh, she's just jealous. She'll get over it. And if she doesn't, we can always exchange her. He laughs as Marge looks angrily at him. MARGE: Homer! HOMER: Just kidding. DISSOLVE TO; Bart and his French buddies eat under a low light. UGOLIN (in French): Mmm. Good sausage. CESAR (in French): Yes. Pass me the wine. BART: Can I have something to go with my turnip? CESAR: Quiet! When you work like a man, we will feed you like one. UGOLIN: Now go to sleep! He points to a stack of hay. Bart walks over, but before he can, the mule plops down on it. BART: Hey, hey, come on. Move it pal. CESAR: You leave Maurice alone. The floor is good enough for you. You go to sleep there. He points and Bart trudges over to a dark corner as they eat and joke. He lies down. DISSOLVE TO: An outside sh*t of the Simpsons house. In Bart's room, Homer tucks Adil in. HOMER: Nice and cozy, Adil? ADIL: Yes. Thank you, Father. HOMER: Look, Adil, you can call me Dad. ADIL: All right, Dad. HOMER: Aw! You called me Dad. ADIL: Dad, do you think I could come visit you at the nuclear power plant? HOMER: You wanna see where I work? ADIL: Oh, yes, very much. Homer has tears in his eyes. HOMER: None of my biological kids ever wanted to see me at work. ADIL: Then I can go? HOMER: Well, I'll have to pull a few strings with the boys in security, but sure you bet. The boy smiles evilly. ADIL: Excellent. CUT TO: Cesar holds a bundle of grapes in front of Bart. CESAR: Now watch me. You grab the grape between your thumb and forefinger and gently twist it off and drop it in the bucket. Now you do it. Bart plucks one off and drops it. CESAR: Very good. Now do it a million times. It is revealed that they're in the middle of a gigantic field. CUT TO: An outside sh*t of the Springfield Power Plant. Inside, Homer shows Adil a box of donuts. HOMER: See these? American donuts. Glazed, powdered, and raspberry filled. Now how's that for freedom of choice? ADIL: Dad, do you think I might see your plutonium isolation module? HOMER: Dee....uh...maybe. Hold on a second. Homer walks over to his buddy Lenny. HOMER: Hey, Lenny. LENNY: Hmm? HOMER: Does this place have one of those plutonium isolation deals? LENNY: Yeah, over in sector 12. HOMER: Sector 12? LENNY: Third floor, by the candy machines. HOMER: Oh, that sector 12. Come along, Adil. CUT TO: Bart picks off the remaining grapes off their vines. The bucket is close to full. He takes the last one, looks around, and puts in his mouth. Udolin slaps him on the back and the grape flies out. UDOLIN: Ungrateful swine! We give you food, we give you shelter, and this is how you repay us! CUT TO: Homer and Adil walk among the nuclear materials and machines, both dressed in safety suits. Adil takes pictures with his camera. HOMER (laughing): Heh, heh, heh, you little shutterbug. They walk into a restricted area where Adil prepares to take a picture of the plutonium. Homer suddenly pops into view. HOMER: Cheese! Homer blocks every sh*t Adil takes, preventing him from getting anything. HOMER: Oh, wait a minute. Homer takes off his mask and Adil tries again to take a picture. CUT TO: Bart stands in a large wooden bowl, stomping the grapes with his feet. Cesar and Ugolin lie in the shade with Maurice the mule. BART: Stupid grapes. Bunch of creeps! I hate France! Bart continues stomping as we... DISSOLVE TO: An outside sh*t of the Simpsons house during evening. Inside, Homer and Marge lie in bed. A picture of Adil has been hung on the wall. MARGE: You sure have taken a shine to little Adil. HOMER: Well, he sure makes life a lot easier around here. You have to admit that. MARGE: Well, okay, I will...if you admit you love Bart. HOMER: Okay, okay, I love Bart. Well? MARGE: What? HOMER: Well? MARGE: Oh, Adil's a very sweet boy. HOMER: Darn tootin'. DISSOLVE TO: Bart's room, where a wire hangs out the window. It leads to the tree house, where Adil listens and transmits Morse code while looking at the photographs. He inserts a photograph and speaks into a microphone. ADIL (in Albanian): Sparrow to Nest. Sparrow to Nest. Stand by for transmission. A satellite receives the message and redirects it...it arrives to a receiver in a military base. The picture prints and a MILITARY COMMANDER picks it up. A GENERAL stands behind him. GENERAL (in Albanian): I told you the Sparrow would not fail. He laughs. The picture reveals a smiling Homer in front of the plutonium. FADE TO BLACK FADE IN: Bart sits in a small stack of hay with a candle lit by his side. He reads Marge's letter. Marge's voice can be heard, reading it as she writes. MARGE: Dear Bart, how is France? I don't know why you haven't written. I guess you're just having too much fun. BART (coughing): Oh, yeah, right. CESAR (off screen): Silence! MARGE: Everyone here in the United States is fine. We think Maggie may say her first word any day now. Lisa got an A in math, which I'm only mentioning as news. I'm not putting you down. And your father, well last night, he went to sleep talking about how much he loves you. Bart sniffles and a tear falls from his eye. BART: Oh. MARGE: Remember to dress warm and try to be as helpful as you can to your adopted parents. BART + MARGE: All my love, Mom. Bart blows out his candle. When it comes back on, Cesar and Ugolin are in the cellar. Both hold wine bottles. CESAR (in French): This will be our finest wine ever. UGOLIN (in French): But it's only been fermenting for three days. CESAR: Whenever my faith in God is shaken, I think of the miracle of anti-freeze. Too much can be poison, but the right amount gives wine the right kick. He pours it into the wine bottle and shakes it. UGOLIN: You put in too much. It may k*ll someone. CESAR: k*ll someone? Don't be ridiculous. Bart sneezes behind them. They look to see Bart outside the house. It is raining heavily. CESAR (in English): What are you doing? Get out of here! BART: Sorry. CESAR: On second thought, Bart. Bart, come here. (to Ugolin in French). Watch. I bet it won't even blind him. Bart walks in and Cesar offers him a cup of the wine. CESAR: Drink this. BART: Uh, no, thanks. CESAR: Do not worry. This is France. It is customary for children to take a little wine now and then. BART: Yeah, but it's got antifreeze in there. CESAR: Drink it. BART: Oh. Bart drinks it. Cesar moves his finger across and Bart's eyes follow it. CESAR (in French): He sees well enough. Now go buy a case of anti-freeze. UGOLIN (in French): But it is raining outside. Let's make the wine tomorrow. CESAR: We have already waited three days. UGOLIN: Then send the boy. They chuckle and Cesar looks menacingly at Bart. CESAR (in English): Oh, Bart. DISSOLVE TO: Bart rides on a bicycle. It is still raining and he doesn't have any shoes on and is dressed in a shirt and ripped shorts. A truck passes and splashes him. DISSOLVE TO; Bart stands on a sidewalk, looking at a note. He looks at it, it says "14 Rue Voltaire". It is smudged by the rain. Bart walks along the street, shivering and freezing. A man dressed in a blue suit with an umbrella walks around the corner. BART: You're a policeman, aren't you? MAN: Excusez-moi. Je ne parle pas Anglais. BART: But you gotta help me. These two guys I'm staying with, they work me day and night. They don't feed me. They make me sleep on the--- The man takes out a role of candy. BART (coughing): I --- I don't want a piece of candy. I need your---. He reluctantly swallows what the man gives him. BART: Come on, Mister, can you help me? The man speaks more French and Bart walks away. BART: Oh, forget it. I'm so stupid. Anybody could have learned this dumb language by now. Here I've listened to nothing but French for the past (in French) two months and I haven't learned a word. Wait! I'm talking French now. Incredible. Hey, mister. You gotta help me. These two guys work me night and day. They don't feed me, they make me sleep on the floor. They put anti-freeze in the wine and they gave my red hat to the donkey. The man gasps. MAN (in French): Anti-freeze in the wine? That is a very serious crime. Come along, boy. There is nothing for you to fear now. BART (in French): My savior. You will always have a place in my heart. DISSOLVE TO: Homer walks in the front door of the house. HOMER: Honey, I'm home. Marge kisses him. MARGE: Hello, Homer. What's that. Homer unrolls a sheet. HOMER: Oh, just some blueprints Adil wanted. I'm telling you, he's such a curious little dickens. I bet he could build a nuclear power plant if he wanted to. Heh he heh. A man on a bullhorn is heard outside. BULLHORN: All right, Sparrow. We know you're in there. We'll give you one minute to surrender. MARGE: Oh, my! Homer peeks through the curtain. Police cars, officers, and SWAT trucks have assembled on the street. HOMER: Ooh, trouble in the neighborhood. Let's check it out. Homer walks out to the AGENT. HOMER: I'm his neighbor, what'd he do? AGENT: Well, sir, we---we've been on the trail of a spy transmitting highly confidential information to an unfriendly nation. HOMER: Ooh! AGENT: Mm-hmm. Through the use of radio triangulation, we tracked him to exactly this point. HOMER: Wow. AGENT: That's all I can tell you. HOMER: Aw... AGENT: All right. Well, the name of his country starts with the letter "A". HOMER: Hmm...Oooh! AGENT ON BULLHORN: Time's up, Sparrow. We're coming in after you. A bunch of agents surround the Simpson house. HOMER: Oh, gee whiz. Adil would get a kick out of seeing this. AGENT: Adil? AGENT 2: The Sparrow! In the treehouse, Adil fumbles with the microphone and it tumbles out onto the roof. HOMER: Adil! Oh, there you are! AGENT: Get him!! The agents topple Homer as they rush to the treehouse. DISSOLVE TO; Bart's savior giving a speech to several reporters with cameras. Cesar and Ugolin are led out of the chateau. POLICEMAN: From now on you will be doing all your winemaking in prison. The reporters begin taking pictures of them. CESAR (in French): And all because we participated in a student exchange program. BART: Au revoir, suckers! A French version of the magazine Newsweek is shown, with Bart on the cover and the headline "Vive le bart!!". DISSOLVE TO: A policeman presenting Bart with a medal. He is kissed by a woman (presumably a queen or similar). DISSOLVE TO: The agent holding Adil in front of a plane. The Simpsons stand nearby. HOMER: So he's going to prison? AGENT: Uh...no. We've arranged an exchange for one of our own men caught in Albania. Another child is led off the plane. CHILD: So, Sparrow, we meet again. ADIL: Yes, sometimes I think I am getting too old for this game. AGENT: Okay, kids, let's hurry it up. ADIL: Goodbye, Simpsons. Thank you for your hospitality. I hope this experience will not sour you on the student exchange program. Adil is lead onto the plane. MARGE: Goodbye Adil. LISA: Have a nice trip. HOMER (sadly): Goodbye, Adil. I'll send you those civil defense plans you wanted. CUT TO: An airplane rolls out on the runway. FRENCH ANNOUNCER: Air France, flight diz neuf cent quatre-ving huit, Paris to Springfield is now arriving. Bart walks out of the open door holding all sorts of souvenirs. LISA: Look, Mom. There he is! MARGE: Oh, Bart, my baby boy. Welcome home. They hug. BART: Hey, where's the big guy? HOMER: He means me. Hey, boy. BART: Hey, Homer. LISA: He brought us gifts. His first unselfish act. CUT TO: Bart and the family in the kitchen, discussing. BART: So, basically, I met one nice French person. LISA: Bart, I have something to say that's gonna bother me if I don't say it. It's good to see you. BART: Same here. MARGE: I'd love a glass of that wine Bart brought us. Homer tries to open the bottle. HOMER: Sorry, Marge. Some wiseguy stuck a cork in the bottle. BART (in French): My father. What a buffoon. HOMER: You hear that, Marge? My boy speaks French! Homer bites off the cork and spits it out as CREDITS APPEAR and we FADE OUT. CREDITS GO.

{"type": "series", "show": "The Simpsons", "episode": "01x11 - The Crepes of Wrath"}

foreverdreaming

FADE IN: We begin with a poster of Krusty the Clown, Springfield's favorite clown. The real KRUSTY rides through the poster on his small car. He steps out to the applause of many children. KRUSTY: Hey, kids! Who do you love? KIDS: Krusty!! KRUSTY: How much do you love me? The image transforms into a TV set which Bart and Lisa and Maggie are watching. They speak in sync with the children. KIDS + BART + LISA: With all our hearts! KRUSTY: What would you do if I went off the air? KIDS + BART + LISA: We'd k*ll ourselves! Krusty the Clown laughs and then turns to face his assistant, Sideshow Bob. KRUSTY: What's that, Sideshow Bob? This is Brittany and today's her birthday? Well, happy birthday, Brittany! How do you wanna celebrate? Do you want me to sing you a birthday song? Sideshow Bob hoots his horn. KRUSTY: Or do you want me to sh**t Sideshow Bob out of a cannon? KIDS: The cannon! The cannon! BART + LISA: The cannon! The cannon! GIRL: The cannon. Krusty turns and speaks silently to Sideshow Bob. KRUSTY: Sorry, Sideshow Bob....but it's her special birthday wish! The kids cheer as Krusty laughs. BART (laughing): You're doomed, Sideshow Bob. KRUSTY: I know we haven't had much luck sh**ting you out of this cannon, but maybe that's because we haven't used enough g*n! He waves a barrel in front of the children and then pours it into the cannon as the children cheer. KRUSTY: Brittany, do the honors. He hands her a flaming stick and she lights the cannon. Krusty holds his ears as it sh**t and flies back. Sideshow Bob falls out of several seconds later, his hair wired and straight, and close to completely undressed. KRUSTY: Don't blame me. KRUSTY + KIDS: I didn't do it. They all laugh. BART: Comedy, thy name is Krusty. KRUSTY: Hey, kids, its time for Itchy and Scratchy. ITCHY AND SCRATCHY CHORUS: They fight, they bite, they bite and fight and bite. Fight, fight, fight, bite, bite, bite. The Itchy and Scratchy Show! The name of the segment is called "Burning Love". Scratchy the Cat lies peacefully in a hammock. Itchy lights an arrow on f*re and sh**t it into Scratchy's behind. He runs around and screams as Bart and Lisa laugh. Marge walks in. MARGE: Oh, my! All this senseless v*olence. I don't understand its appeal. BART: We don't expect you to, Mom. LISA: If cartoons were meant for adults, they'd put them on in prime time. CUT TO: Homer eating donuts at work (not in his office). A telephone behind him rings and he picks it up. HOMER: Yello. MARGE: Hello, Homie. I was hoping you could pick up a half-gallon of premium ice cream on your way home from work. HOMER: Ooh, premium --- wait a minute. Why? MARGE: Patty and Selma are coming over to show us slides from their trip to the Yucatan. HOMER: Doh! At the Simpsons, the doorbell rings. PATTY + SELMA: Anybody home? MARGE: Ooh, I've go to go, Homer. My sisters are here. She walks over and opens the door. Patty and Selma immediately walk in with their projectors without a proper greeting. MARGE: Ooh..eight carousels! We're in for a real treat. Bart and Lisa both groan. CUT TO: Homer walks into the Qwik-E-Mart, where he is greeted by APU, the shopkeeper. APU: Hello, steady customer. How are you this evening, sir? HOMER: How ya doing, Apu? Homer walks past Krusty...or at least, it looks like Krusty. The imposter wears a mask to cover his eyes. Homer slides open a freezer door. HOMER: Mmm...chocolate. Ooh...double chocolate. New flavor --- triple chocolate! He picks the can up. HOMER: Perhaps a little something for the trip back to the cash register. He picks up several candy bars and walks past the fake Krusty, who snickers. APU: What's the matter, sir? Never have I seen you look so unhappy while purchasing such a large quantity of ice cream. HOMER: The reason I look unhappy is that tonight I have to see a slide show starring my wife's sisters. The fake Krusty slides a poster into his back pocket and walks past Homer. HOMER: Or as I call 'em, the Gruesome Twosome. Apu laughs. As Homer turns around, he steps on the fake Krusty's foot. FAKE KRUSTY: Ow, my foot. You lousy, stupid, clumsy--- HOMER: Sorry, pal. He gasps as the fake Krusty reveals a g*n. Homer leaps into a bag of chips. FAKE KRUSTY: Hand over all your money in a paper bag. APU: Yes, yes, I know the procedure for armed robbery. I do work in a convenience store, you know. Fake Krusty takes the bag with the money and slowly backs out of the store. When he leaves--- APU: You can emerge from my chips. The opportunity to prove yourself a hero is long gone. Homer sighs in relief. CUT TO: Patty and Selma giving their slideshow performance. SELMA: This is our tour group. PATTY: Mm-hmm. SELMA: This is a Mexican delicacy called a taco platter. Mmm...delicious. PATTY: This is Selma taking a siesta. BART: Ay, carramba! CUT TO: Homer describes the scene to a policeman who draws on a pad. HOMER: And he had a big nose. No, bigger. And big red hair that came out to---yeah, yeah, like that. POLICEMAN: Well, it is a simple, charcoal rendering but, uh...is this the man? The policeman shows him the picture he has drawn of Krusty. HOMER: Yeah! Wait a minute. It's the guy from TV! My kid's hero. Cruddy, Crummy---Krusty the Clown! CUT TO: The real Krusty, in his home. He takes off his jacket and pours himself a drink. He sits down a chair. KRUSTY (relaxed): Ahh. Suddenly, the door is banged on and Krusty drops the cup. It is torn down and SWAT members tear in through the windows. Krusty screams as he held on the floor with a g*n to his head. Detective Wiggum stands above. WIGGUM: Krusty the Clown, you're under arrest for armed robbery. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say --- blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. KRUSTY: What is this, a joke? CUT TO: Homer and Wiggum stand in front of a transparent glass wall. WIGGUM: Ready, Mr. Simpson? HOMER: Yes, sir. WIGGUM: Send in the clowns! The suspects (various clowns) file into the room and stand in front. Homer begins laughing. WIGGUM: So, Simpson, which one is it? Homer looks across the whole row and laughs again. HOMER: Well, if the crime is making me laugh, they're all guilty! WIGGUM: No no! Which one is the robber? HOMER: Oh, definitely number... (laughs) WIGGUM: Simpson...Simpson!! HOMER: Four. CUT TO: Patty and Selma finishing their slide show. PATTY: And this is all the mail that awaited us upon our return. And this is Selma, dropping off our vacation film to be developed. Bart, Lisa, and Maggie are already sound asleep. Marge struggles to stay awake. PATTY: Thus concludes our Mexican odyssey. MARGE: Hmm. Very thorough. Marge turns on the lights. HOMER: I'm home, everybody! PATTY: Oh, goody gumdrops. SELMA: You missed the whole slide show, Homer. HOMER: Oh, fantastic. Marge, you're never gonna believe what happened. I was down at the Kwik-E-Mart, minding my own business when--- ooh, ooh, ooh, the news!! Homer turns on the TV. ANNOUNCER: Springfield's number one news team...with our Emmy Award winning anchorman Kent Brockman. A different ANCHORMAN appears. ANCHORMAN: Good evening, I'm Scott Christian. Kent Brockman is off tonight. Why did the clown cross the road? To rob a Kwik-E-Mart. The news story behind that enigmatic half-joke right after this commercial message.. HOMER: Wait a minute. Bart, you know that guy on your lunch box? BART: Oh, you mean Krusty the Clown? HOMER: He's sort of a hero of yours, isn't he? BART: Are you kidding? He's my idol. I've based my whole life on Krusty's teachings. HOMER: Uh, maybe you better run off to bed. SCOTT CHRISTIAN: Krusty the Clown is behind bars tonight after a daring twilight robbery of a local Kwik-E-Mart. BART: Krusty! LISA: Oh, no! SCOTT CHRISTIAN: Earlier this evening, the Springfield SWAT team apprehended the TV clown, who appears on a rival station opposite our own Emmy Award winning Hobo Hank. And just in...actual footage of the crime taken with the Kwik-E-Mart security camera. The black and white camera shows the same scene from a different angle. HOMER: The reason I look unhappy is that tonight I have to see a slide show starring my wife's sisters. Or as I call them, the Gruesome Twosome. MARGE: Oh, Homer... SELMA: So...the truth comes out. FAKE KRUSTY: Hand over all your money in a paper bag. BART: Oh, Krusty, how could you? Marge hugs Bart. MARGE: I know it looks very bad, honey. Who knows, maybe it'll turn out he was innocent all along. HOMER: Earth to Marge. Earth to Marge. I was there. The clown is G-I-L-L-T-Y. Bart sadly walks off. CUT TO: In his room, Bart stares at a large poster of Krusty near his bed. He winds up a Krusty doll. KRUSTY DOLL: You're my best friend. BART: Thanks, Krusty. Bart continues pulling the string. KRUSTY DOLL: Buy my cereal. Buy my cereal. I didn't do it! BART: Oh, I wish I could believe you. FADE TO BLACK FADE IN On the television screen, Krusty's face pops into view. Suddenly, prison bars come up and block his face. The headline appears: "Krusty Gets Busted - The Day the Laughter Died". Kent Brockman presents... KENT BROCKMAN: Good evening, again, Springfield. Krusty the Clown, the beloved idol of countless tots, now nothing more than a common, alleged criminal. His trial, which begins tomorrow, has taken center ring in a national media circus as children of all ages from eight to eighty hang on each new development like so many Romanian trapeze artists. The screen shows several magazine covers all insulting Krusty, followed by a black and white film of him on the street. KENT BROCKMAN: From his humble beginnings as a street mime in Tupelo, Mississippi, Krusty clowned his way to the top of a personal mini-empire, with dozens of endorsements including his own line of pork products. A bunch of Krusty merchandise including posters, dolls, and t-shirts are shown. KENT BROCKMAN: This may have led to one of television's best-loved bloopers---Krusty's near fatal on-the-air heart att*ck in 1986. An old clip is shown of the incident. KRUSTY: Wasn't that a great Itchy and Scratchy cartoon, kids? Well, we've got another one coming right up. But first, I've got a hankering for some pork products. Sideshow Bob slides over a grill with various meats on it. KRUSTY: Mmm. Look. Plump succulent sausage, honey-smoked bacon and glistening, sizzling --- He starts grasping his chest as the heart att*ck comes on. The kids laugh and cheer in joy. He falls to the floor. KRUSTY: I'm dying. I'm dying. KENT BROCKMAN (chuckling): But a quick triple bypass and a pacemaker later, Krusty bounced back. However, he was a changed clown. Where his show had been condemned by parents and educators alike as simpleminded TV mayhem... Sideshow Bob is shown rubbing a pie into Krusty's face. Krusty punches Sideshow Bob rather violently. KENT BROCKMAN: ...this new Krusty devoted a small portion of every show to stamping out illiteracy in today's anything for a thrill youth. KRUSTY: Give a hoot. Read a book. Another version of the robbery tape is shown, with the fake Krusty eating a burrito. KENT BROCKMAN: Krusty's arrest has sent shock waves through Springfield, packing its churches, synagogues, and mosques with disillusioned citizenry from all walks of life. REVEREND LOVEJOY speaks on his podium to a church audience. LOVEJOY: I urge every halfway decent member of our community to gather up all merchandise that bears the likeness of Krusty, that clown prince of corruption, and join me in a public burning! KENT BROCKMAN: So, is Krusty the Clown about to trade in his baggy pants for the relatively snug uniform of Springfield Penitentiary? We'll find out tomorrow...when his trial begins. The program ends with a picture of Krusty, in jail clothes looking haggard and tired. The photo becomes real. Krusty is photographed as he walks off a prisoner container truck. REPORTERS: Uh, what kind of g*n did you use? Did you use an accomplice? Will you plead insanity? Bart and Lisa stand in the large crowd of people, staring at Krusty as he is led into the courthouse. BART: Look at him. His clothes are so drab. LISA: His face is so flesh-colored and sad. BART: And his feet, they're so small. Say it ain't so, Krusty. KRUSTY'S LAWYER: My client has no comment at this time. KRUSTY: I didn't do it! The crowd laughs as Bart and Krusty locks eyes. CUT TO: Inside the courthouse, the Judge starts the trial. JUDGE: Krusty the Clown, how do you plead? KRUSTY: I plead guilty, Your Honor. The people gasp. The lawyer talks some words into Krusty's ear. KRUSTY: Oh. (laughing). I mean, not guilty. Opening night jitters, Your Honor. SLIDE TRANSITION TO: The prosecuting lawyer speaks to the court. PROSECUTING LAWYER: I would like to call to the stand...Homer J. Simpson. BART: Don't do it, Dad. Please don't do it. HOMER: Sorry, son. You'll understand one day. BART: He's innocent, I tell you, Krusty would never do something like that. Oh, come on, Dad. You got to listen to me. Bart hangs on to Homer's arm as Homer makes his way to the witness area. The security guard snatches Bart away. The jury watches the same video of the robbery. HOMER (as he steps on Krusty's foot): Sorry, pal. Then, Homer is shown jumping into the chips. The jury laughs. HOMER: Doh! PROSECUTING LAWYER: Mr. Simpson, was that you taking that cowardly dive into that display of heavily-salted snack treats? HOMER: Yes, sir. PROSECUTING LAWYER: Mh-hmm. Do you recognize the g*n in this courtroom today? HOMER: Yes, I do. PROSECUTING LAWYER: Fine. Would you point him out to us? HOMER: Okay. Homer raises his finger, when he suddenly looks into Bart's sad eyes. Bart begs him --- but Homer's finger still moves to point to Krusty. KRUSTY: Aaah! The audience gasps. BART: Oh, man. PROSECUTING LAWYER: Let the record show that the witness...eventually...pointed to Krusty the Clown. CUT TO: Marge loads all of Bart's Krusty toys into a large bag. MARGE: These toys are just adorable. She takes out a Krusty pacifier from Maggie's mouth. MARGE: Who'd have guessed they were inspired by an insane criminal genius? Marge walks out the room with the bag. CUT TO: Homer is doing the same thing in another room. Bart begs him to stop. BART: But, Dad, you're giving in to mob mentality. HOMER: No, I'm not. I'm hopping on the bandwagon. Now, come on, son. Get with the winning team. CUT TO: A large group of people gather at the park, where the Krusty toys are arranged in a gigantic pile. SALESMAN: Hey, right here! Krusty souvenirs! Buy em and burn em! Right here. LOVEJOY: Good people, I'm so happy you're all here tonight. But, please, just a few words of caution. Now, we are going to set this pile of evil ablaze but because these are children's toys, the f*re will spread quickly. So, please stand back, and try not to inhale the toxic fumes. Lovejoy lights a match and flicks it onto the pile. The f*re immediately erupts. CROWD: Ooooh. Bart stands looking at it, sadness in his eyes. CUT TO: Krusty is on the stand in his trial. The prosecuting lawyer looks at a table with evidence. PROSECUTING LAWYER: Krusty, would you please turn your attention to Exhibit B? KRUSTY: Uhh... PROSECUTING LAWYER: Tell me what you see. KRUSTY: Uh, uh --- which one do you mean? PROSECUTING LAWYER: The one with the big B on it. KRUSTY: Uh-uh-uh... PROSECUTING LAWYER: What's the matter? Can't you read? KRUSTY: No, I can't! I can't read or write! I admit it! I'm totally illiterate. Now are you happy? The crowd gasps. JUDGE: Can it be that the champion of child literacy can't even read himself? KRUSTY: Is it a crime to be illiterate? PROSECUTING LAWYER: All right, all right. See this, Krusty? This is a B. And this is Exhibit B. Betting slips! Obtained by this court indicating you have lost substantial sums of money on sports gambling. KRUSTY: Is it a crime to bet on sporting events?! PROSECUTING LAWYER: Yes, it is! KRUSTY: Oh. DISSOLVE TO: The judge bangs the gavel as the jury files back into the room. JUDGE: Foreperson, have you reached a verdict? FOREPERSON: Yes, we have, Your Honor. We find the defendant, Krusty the Clown, ...guilty. Another gasp. KRUSTY'S LAWYER: I knew it! This happens to me every time. DISSOLVE TO: Lisa and Maggie watching TV. The Krusty theme plays but it is Sideshow Bob who is now on screen. SIDESHOW BOB: My young friends, for years I have been silent, save for the crude glissandos of this primitive wind instrument. But now, destiny has thrust me into the center ring. In the coming weeks, you will notice some rather sweeping changes in our program. Please do not be alarmed. Itchy and Scratchy will still have a home here. But we will also learn about nutrition, self-esteem, etiquette, and all the lively arts. BART: What the hell are you doing, Lis? LISA: I'm watching Sideshow Bob. You know, he's a lot less patronizing than Krusty used to be. BART: You backstabber, your traitor, you ---. Lisa lightly slaps him. LISA: Snap out of it, Bart. Face the facts. All those hours we spent staring at Krusty, we were staring at a crook. Bart turns off the TV. BART: Look, Lisa. I know Krusty's innocent. Don't ask me why. It's just a feeling I have. LISA: Oh, Bart. BART: Come on, Lisa. I think I can prove Krusty's innocent, but I need your help. LISA: You do? Why? BART: Oh, come on, Lis. You know why. LISA: No, why? BART: I'll never forgive you for making me say this. You're smarter than me. Lisa chuckles. BART: So, you with me? LISA: Yeah, man. They slap each other's arms. CUT TO: Bart and Lisa make their way into the Kwik-E-Mart. Apu hides behind the counter. APU: Oh, oh. Okay, okay. Don't try anything funny. I'm armed to the teeth. Bart and Lisa look around the area of the crime scene. LISA: Bart, look, over here on the microwave! The sign says: "People with pacemakers should stay away from this thing". BART: So, I don't have a pacemaker. LISA: Come on, Bart. The tape showed that the robber heated up a burrito. BART: So? LISA: Don't you remember the get-well card we sent to Krusty? It was after his heart att*ck...when he had a pacemaker put in. BART: Aha! Lisa looks over to a rack of magazines. LISA: Wait a minute, Krusty can't read. BART: Okay, okay! So the poor guy can't read! Can't we get off his back, already? LISA: No, don't you get it, Bart? How could Krusty have been reading a magazine if he can't read? APU: Hey, hey, this is not a lending library. If you're not going to buy that thing put it down or I'll blow your heads off! LISA: Bart, I'm starting to think you're right. Krusty was framed! Did he have any enemies? BART: I don't know. But I know someone who would -- Krusty's best friend in the whole world, Sideshow Bob! CUT TO: Sideshow Bob reading a book to his television audience. SIDESHOW BOB: A volley of musketry flamed, thundered, roared! A profound silence followed, broken only by the approaching footsteps of the Third Brigade. The audience groans as he closes his book. SIDESHOW BOB: Next week, chapter 35 of the Man in the Iron Mask: "The Death of a Titan." A piano plays softly in the background. SIDESHOW BOB: Well, kids, that's our show for today. And now, in the words of Mr. Cole Porter... (singing) Everytime we say good-bye I die a little Everytime we say good-bye I wonder why a little Every time we say goodbye... Goodbye. TRANSITION TO: Sideshow Bob signing autographs as he walks down the hall. MANAGER: Great show, Sideshow. Switchboards were jammed. The kids loved it. SIDESHOW BOB: Thanks, Ed. I'm glad we've finally dispelled the myth that I'm too uptown for my tots. And yet, I can't help thinking about poor Krusty. Sideshow Bob weeps as he closes the door. He walks several feet, and his sobs turn into an evil laugh. FADE TO BLACK FADE IN: Sideshow Bob sits with several promotional people, each presenting their plans to him. PROMOTIONAL PEOPLE: We see your face on key chains. And water-action pens. And snow domes. SIDESHOW BOB: This is all very exciting but I think we'd do well to explore the more upscale market. For example, Sideshow Bob limited-edition prints, collector's plates, commemorative coins... A Security guard peeks through the door. SECURITY GUARD: Uh, some kids are here to see you, Sideshow Bob. They say it's important. PROMOTIONAL PEOPLE: Ah, well, we can sign these contracts tomorrow. SIDESHOW BOB: Certainly. I take great price in being able to sign my own name. PROMOTIONAL PEOPLE: Ha ha, that's a good one. I gotta tell my wife. They walk out of the room just as Bart and Lisa walk in. LISA: Hi, Sideshow Bob. BART: Sideshow Bob, can we ask you a few --- ? SIDESHOW BOB: Forgive me, children. As much as Sideshow Bob would love to chat, he has a show starting in moments. Here you go -- three tickets. Be my guests. BART: Uh, okay, but --- SIDESHOW BOB: Come, come. Let's run along. CUT TO: The curtains being pulled open to start the show. Sideshow Bob speaks with the audience. SIDESHOW BOB: Hello, children. Whom do you love? AUDIENCE: Sideshow Bob! Bart is the only one not cheering. LISA: Come on, Bart. Go with the flow. SIDESHOW BOB: How much do you love me? AUDIENCE: With all our hearts! BART: About a zillionth as much as I love Krusty. SIDESHOW BOB: Today's show promises to be a marvelous celebration of the human spirit. But, first, I regret to say I see a youngster who looks troubled. What's your name, young man? BART: Bart Simpson, sir. SIDESHOW BOB: Hmm. Well, perhaps we can shed some light on your problem in a new segment exploring preadolescent turmoil. I call it "Choices." BART: I don't think so, sir. SIDESHOW BOB: Bart, I'm reaching out to you. Bart reluctantly takes Bob's hands and Lisa pushes him forward. Bob and Bart sit down on a white couch. SIDESHOW BOB: So what's on your mind, Bart? I bet the other children don't accept you. BART: True, Sideshow Bob. But that doesn't bother me. You see, my sisters and I have been doing a little investigating, and it looks to us like Krusty was framed. SIDESHOW BOB: Framed? BART: Well, the videotape showed that the thief used the microwave oven at the Kwik-E-Mart. But Krusty couldn't go near the thing, not with his pacemaker. SIDESHOW BOB: Well, you know, Bart, as much as I love Krusty, he was never one to take doctor's orders too seriously. BART: Well, maybe, but get this. Krusty was illiterate, and the guy who robbed the store was reading the Springfield Review of Books. SIDESHOW BOB: Ah, well, Bart. The fact is, you don't have to be able to read to enjoy the Springfield Review of Books. Just look at these amusing caricatures of Gore Vidal and Susan Sontag. BART: Ha ha, yeah, I guess those are kind of funny. SIDESHOW BOB: Bart, children, this whole sordid affair has been a shock to all of us. But we must get on with our lives. Let's try to remember Krusty not as a hardened criminal, but as that lovable jester who honked his horn and puttered around in his little car. BART: And sh*t you out of a cannon. SIDESHOW BOB: And sh*t me out of a cannon. Yes, we will never forget that, will we? Bart, open your heart. I admit I have some mighty big shoes to fill. The voice begins repeating in Bart's head. SIDESHOW BOB'S VOICE: Big shoes to fill. Big shoes to fill. Big shoes to fill. Big shoes to fill. Big shoes to fill. Big shoes to fill. Big shoes to fill-- In his mind, Bart remember the video...how Homer steps on "Krusty's" foot. SIDESHOW BOB: In ancient Greece, there was a school of thought called stoicism. BART: Wait a minute. You did it! The audience gasps. SIDESHOW BOB: Excuse me? Bart snatches the microphone away. BART: Attention, fellow children! Krusty didn't rob that store! Sideshow Bob framed him, and I got proof! Bart picks up a large mallet and slams it painfully into Sideshow Bob's foot. SIDESHOW BOB: Ow!! My foot! You lousy, stupid, clumsy -- BART: See that? Krusty wore big floppy shoes, but he's got little feet like all good-hearted people. Bart hits Bob with the mallet on his other leg. BART: Sideshow Bob really fills his shoes with big ugly feet. He takes off the shoe, revealing Bob's "big foot". CUT TO: Police officers Eddie and Lou watch the footage on TV. LOU: Kid's right. EDDIE: How do you figure we missed that? WIGGUM: Get off your duffs, boys. Get down to that studio. CUT TO: Sideshow Bob being handcuffed and arrested, while being watched by a massive group of people. SIDESHOW BOB: Yes, I admit it. I hated him! His hackneyed shenanigans robbed me of my dignity for years. I played the buffoon while he squandered a fortune on his vulgar appetites. That's why I framed Krusty! And I would have gotten away with it too if it weren't for these meddling kids. BART: Take him away, boys! SIDESHOW BOB: Treat kids as equals! They're people too! They're smarter than you think. They were smart enough to catch me! He is tossed in a van and carted away. DISSOLVE TO: Bart leading Krusty out of the courthouse with Homer by his side. WIGGUM: Well, we made...a...terrible, terrible mistake. It won't happen again. KRUSTY: It better not, you dimwit! HOMER: Krusty, I'm man enough to admit I was wrong, and I'm sorry I fingered you in court. I sincerely hope that the horrible stories I heard about what goes on in prison are exaggerated. KRUSTY: Well, the important thing is that I regain the trust of the children. But there was one boy who trusted me all along. Bart? BART: Yes, sir? KRUSTY: Thank you. He and Bart shake hands and pose for a camera. It turns into a black and white picture which Bart is hammering to his bedroom wall. He jumps into bed, his room once again stocked only with Krusty toys. Smiling, he reaches and turns off the lights. CREDITS BEGIN THE END

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FADE IN: An outside sh*t of the Simpsons house. Inside, the whole family is gathered at the table, eating breakfast. FEMALE RADIO ANNOUNCER: And now to our own pie in the sky -- Bill Pie in the KBBL traffic copter. So come on in, Bill. BILL: Bad news, drivers. There's an overturned melon truck on the interstate. Oh, it's a mess. There's lots of rubbernecking and melon wrestling going on, so expect delays--- Homer grabs a carton of milk, revealing a box of donuts on the table. BART: Hey, donuts! Bart grabs the box. LISA: Bart, there's one left, and it's mine. They rip at the box until it rips in two. The donut flies into the air, bonks Homer on the head, and falls into his plate. HOMER: Ooh. He picks it up and eats it. BART: Aw, Homer! LISA: Aw, Dad! A horn honks outside. LISA: Uh-oh, school bus. BART: Hey, cool your jets, man. We're coming. MARGE: You forgot the special lunches I made. BART: That's okay, Mom! LISA: We got money! The two steal some cash from Marge's purse. MARGE: Now just a darn-- She is cut off as Homer looks at his watch and lets out a piercing scream. HOMER: Aaah! Homer fixes his tie, steals Marge's coffee and drinks it, and leaves the home. Marge is left alone in the kitchen with only Maggie to keep her company. BILL: This is Bill Pie, your pie in the sky, saying good-bye. RADIO: KBBL! MARGE: Well, Maggie, it's just you and me again. But Maggie has fallen asleep on the table. DJ: This is KBBL. K Babble, all talk, 24 hours a day. If you'd like to share your embarrassing problem with our listening audience, we invite you to call our therapist of the airwaves, Dr. Marvin Monroe. Our number is 555-PAIN. Don't be afraid. Call now. Marge taps her fingers on the table for several seconds before rushing to the phone. CUT TO: The radio station, where MONROE sits smoking a cigarette near a big pile of donuts. MARGE: Hello. I'd like to talk to Dr. Monroe. CALL RECEPTIONIST: First name, age, problem? MARGE: I'm Marge, 34, and my problem is my husband. He doesn't listen to me. He doesn't appreciate me. I don't know how much more of this I can--- CALL RECEPTIONIST: Hey lady, save your whining for when you're on the air, okay? CUT TO: An outside sh*t of the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant. Inside, Homer operates on a piece of equipment while listening to the radio. CUT TO: The radio station, where Monroe begins his segment. MONROE: Okay, let's see, next we have Marge. She's 34 and trapped in a loveless sham of a marriage. CUT TO: Homer, turning his attention to the radio. HOMER: Hey, turn it up. I love hearing those wackos! CUT TO: The radio station and alternating to the Simpsons house. MONROE: Tell me about your husband, Marge. MARGE: Well, when we were dating, he was sweeter and more romantic and 40 pounds thinner and he had hair and he ate with utensils. She starts crying. MONROE: What was that last thing you said? Ah. CUT TO: The power plant, where Homer is slightly embarrassed. COWORKER: Hey, isn't that your wife, Homer? HOMER: Don't be ridiculous. My wife worships the ground I walk on. CUT TO: Back to the conversation. MONROE: Marge, it's what I call harsh reality time. Your husband sees you as nothing. MARGE: Oh. Okay. Well, thank you. MONROE: No, no, no. Don't hang up. The pig has made you into his mother. You are not the hot love object you deserve to be. MARGE: Really? MONROE: I'm as sure of it as I'm sure my voice is annoying. Marge, tonight, the second he comes through that front door, you've got to tell him you're fed up, and if he doesn't start loving, you will be leaving. CUT TO: The power plant, where the coworkers are snickering behind Homer's back. CUT TO; The conversation. MARGE: Leave Homer? MONROE: Please, don't use his real name. MARGE: Leave Pedro? CUT TO: The power plant, where the workers cannot contain themselves and are now completely laughing at Homer. CUT TO: The conversation. MONROE: Can you be that honest, Marge? MARGE: Yeah. MONROE: You'll tell him right when he comes home from work. MARGE: Yeah. MONROE: Say it like you mean it. MARGE: Yeah! MONROE: Attagirl. CUT TO: The plant, where Homer gulps in anxiety. DISSOLVE TO: An outside sh*t of the Simpsons house. Inside, Bart makes prank calls with Lisa and Maggie by his side. LISA: Aww, come on, Bart. Not again. BART: Where's your sense of humor? Moe picks up. MOE: Moe's Tavern. BART: Hello. Is Al there? MOE: Al? BART: Yeah, Al. Last name, Coholic. MOE: Lemme check. CUT TO: The bar, where Moe turns to his drinkers. MOE: Phone call for Al. Al Coholic. Is there an Al Coholic here? The whole bar laughs at him. MOE: Wait a minute. Listen, you little yellow-bellied rat jackass. If I ever find out who you are, I'll k*ll ya! CUT TO: The Simpsons house, where Bart and Lisa laugh in amusement. CUT TO: The bar, where it is revealed that Homer sits near Moe. HOMER: I hope you do find that punk someday, Moe. Fill 'er up. MOE: Is everything okay, Homer? Usually you have a quick one, some peanuts, hunk of beef jerky, pickled eggs, and you're outta here. HOMER: Let's just say I don't feel like goin' home tonight. Jar, please. Moe slides over the jar of pickled eggs and Homer reaches in. MOE: Hey, you can level with me. You got a domestic situation? HOMER: You might say that. My wife's gonna leave me cause she thinks I'm a pig. MOE: Homer. HOMER: What? MOE: Marge is right. You are a pig. You can ask anyone in this bar. HOMER: What? Hey, Barney, am I pig? BARNEY: You're no more of a pig than I am (burps). HOMER: Oh, no. MOE: See, you're a pig. Barney's a pig. Larry's a pig. We're all pigs. Except for one difference. Once in a while, we can crawl out of the slop, hose ourselves off and act like human beings. Homer, buy your wife some flowers and take her out for a night on the town. Candles, tablecloth, the whole nine yards. HOMER: Gee, a romantic evening. Nah, she's too smart to fall for that. MOE: I'm not done. After dinner, the two of you are going to check into the fanciest motel in town and not check out until the next morning, if you get my drift. HOMER: I read you loud and clear. Heh, heh, heh, heh. CUT TO: The Simpsons house, where Bart and Lisa stare at a clock. LISA: Wow, a quarter past six. What's keeping Dad? BART: Yeah, who'd possibly be late on meat loaf night? CUT TO: Homer walks into a flower shop and is greeted by the flower seller. HOMER: Uh, I'd like some flowers. FLOWER SELLER: What kind of flowers? HOMER: You know, pretty ones, not d*ad. FLOWER SELLER: Well, we have some beautiful long stem roses. They're $55 dollars a dozen. HOMER: One, please. CUT TO: A large grandfather clock tocking away behind Marge in the house. She growls and stares at the door. LISA: Hey, Mom. BART: How about some grub? She turns around and roars like a monster. The kids run out, frightened. Marge turns to face the door again. FADE TO BLACK FADE IN: An outside sh*t of the Simpsons house. Lightning flashes and it rains heavily. Inside, the grandfather clock continues ticking away. Monroe's voice is in her thoughts. MONROE'S VOICE: Your husband sees you as nothing, as nothing. The pig has made you into his mother, his mother. You are not the hot love object you deserve to be, deserve to be, deserve to be. if he doesn't start loving, leave him, leave him, leave him, leave him. Various fantasy images of Homer flash through her mind. Her hands turn into fists. CUT TO: Outside the house, where Homer carries the rose in one hand and a chocolate box in the other. He practices what he will say. HOMER: Marge, I, uh --- love you. No, that's not good. Marge, honey, I love you. Oh, um, Marge, I love ya, baby. Marge, sweetie, "hooney", honey, ahh, this will never work. Marge opens the door for him before he even puts in his key. She stares angrily, about to pounce when--- Homer holds up the flowers and heart-shaped chocolate box innocently. HOMER: I love you, Marjorie. MARGE: Oh, Homer. I love you too. The two kiss on the front doorstep. DISSOLVE TO: Later, in the kitchen, Bart dials a number on the phone. BART: A little predinner entertainment. MOE: Moe's Tavern. BART: Is Oliver there? MOE: Who? BART: Oliver Klozoff? MOE: Hold on, I'll check. Oliver Klozoff! Call for Oliver Klozoff! The children laugh again. CUT TO; Homer and Marge sitting on the couch, Marge inspecting her gifts. HOMER: And I made reservations at the Chez Paree. MARGE: But, Homer, it's so expensive. HOMER: It matters not, mon frere. And after desserts, we'll adjourn to our second floor room at the Offramp Inn. MARGE: Oh, Homer, I feel giddy. Wait, what about a baby-sitter? HOMER: Oops. MARGE: Not to worry. Marge picks up the phone, only to drop right into Bart and Moe's line. MOE: Listen, ya lousy bum, if I ever get a hold of you, I swear I'll cut your belly open. Marge hangs up the phone. MARGE: Goodness, must be a crossed wire. She picks up the phone again and dials. WOMAN ON PHONE: Rubber Baby Buggy Bumper Baby-Sitting Service. MARGE: This is Marge Simpson. I'd like a baby-sitter for the evening. CUT TO: The Babysitter's Office, where several old ladies sit on a couch. WOMAN: Wait a minute. The Simpsons... She looks at a wall which shows the kids on a poster and says "No! No! No!" WOMAN: Lady, you've gotta be kidding! She hangs up the phone. It rings again. WOMAN: Rubber Baby Buggy Bumper Baby-Sitting Service. HOMER: Hello, this is Mister S...Sampson. WOMAN: Did your wife just call a second ago? HOMER: No, I said Sampson, not Simpson. WOMAN: Thank God! Those Simpsons, what a bunch of savages! Especially that big ape father. HOMER: Doh! Actually, the Simpsons are neighbors of ours, and we've found them to be a quite misunderstood and underrated family. CUT TO: Lisa staring at Marge as she prepares her hair. LISA: Mom, you look so glamorous. MARGE: Well, tonight is a very special night. Your father is taking me out for dinner and dancing. LISA: Dad dances? MARGE: Like an angel. CUT TO; Bart in the bathroom with Homer. HOMER: (singing) Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba... BART: Work that body, Homer. HOMER: You know, one day you'll learn to move like your old man. BART: Not if I can help it. Homer applies shaving cream. HOMER: Son, there's not a woman alive who can resist a man who knows how to mambo. BART: You don't have a clue, do you, Dad? HOMER: Out, boy. Homer throws some cream at him. HOMER: Out! BART: What a grump. Bart leaves and Homer shaves. He feels his face. HOMER: Smooth as a baby's behind. Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba... CUT TO; Marge continues preparing in her room as the doorbell rings. MARGE: Precious, I think I hear the doorbell. HOMER: I think you're right, dumplin'. Bart!!! Get the door! BART: Aye, aye, mambo man. Bart slides down the central staircase and opens the door. He gulps, along with Lisa. The babysitter is scary, with greenish hair and a menacing look. Homer and Marge come down, dressed. HOMER: Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba. MARGE: You must be the baby sitter. MISS BOTZ: Yes, I am Miss Botz. HOMER: Well, just don't stand there, boy. Help Miss Botz with her suitcases. MISS BOTZ: I can handle my own luggage. MARGE: Thank you for coming on such short notice, Miss Botz. Here are the phone numbers of the restaurant where we'll be dining and the motel where we'll be spending the night. You'll have to put Maggie to bed now, but Bart and Lisa can stay up for another hour. Until then, they can watch a tape from our video library. LISA: Oh, boy! The Happy Little Elves Meet the Curious Bear Cub. BART: Oh, the Elves. The Elves! HOMER: Bye, kids! Watch out for the boy. Marge kisses each child. MARGE: Bye now. Be good. Gotta go. Homer continues singing as he and Marge leave. MISS BOTZ: Come children, let's go watch the Happy Little Elves. BART: Look, lady, we've seen the crappy Little Elves about 14 billion times. Maybe we can watch some real TV. MISS BOTZ: I said we're gonna watch the tape. BART: Aw...that's merely suggested viewing matter, lady. Mom lets us watch whatever the hell we want. MISS BOTZ: I said you're gonna watch this tape. And you're gonna do what I say, or I'm gonna do something to you. She shoves the tape into his chest. MISS BOTZ: And I don't know what that is, because everybody has always done what I say. Bart backs up and loads the tape into the VCR. CUT TO: Homer states at the container of lobsters at the restaurant. HOMER: They all look so tasty, but I think I'll eat this one right there. He points to a d*ad lobster. WAITER: Why don't you pick one that's a little more frisky, sir? HOMER: Why? WAITER: Well, when you choose one that's floating upside down, it somewhat defeats the purpose of selecting a live lobster. HOMER: Oh, okay. Then I'll take the one right there with the beady eyes. WAITER: Excellent choice, sir. May I lead you to your table? HOMER: Oui, oui. After you. (to lobster) And I'll be seeing you later. CUT TO: The children's movie, where a bunch of elves jump around in a big pot of honey, crying "Help. Help!" ELF: Faster, faster! We gotta save Bubbles. BART: Oh, man, I can't take it anymore. LISA: But I wanna see what happens. BART: You know what happens. They find Captain Kook's treasure. All the elves dance around like idiots. I puke. The end. LISA: Bart, you're just like Chilly, the elf who cannot love. BART: Now for some real TV. Bart switches the channel and the sounds of g*n and screaming are heard. BART: All right...America's Most Armed and Dangerous! LISA: Oh, no, Bart. We'll have nightmares! BART: Relax, this is cinema verite. When the brutal, slow motion k*lling starts, I'll tell you to shut your eyes. TV HOST: The Cue Ball k*ller should be considered extremely armed and dangerous. If you've think you've seen him, call 1-800-U-SQUEAL. CUT TO: Marge and Homer drinking wine. MARGE: Homer, you look just like a little boy. HOMER: Cause I'm so carefree? MARGE: No, because you're wearing a bib. The two laugh. HOMER: More champagne? He leans over the bottle but there is only a few drops left. HOMER: Whoops. Time for a fillup. Garcon! Another bottle of your second least-expensive champagne. CUT TO: Bart and Lisa continue to watch the program in the living room. TV HOST: The defenseless youngsters were tied up and gagged in the living room while the bandit roamed through the house at will, stealing the valuable objects it took the family a lifetime to shop for. CUT TO: A band plays on a small stage at the restaurant. Homer and Marge dance on the main floor. HOMER: You know Marge, this is just like when we were dating. MARGE: Except for one thing - no chaperone. HOMER: Ho-ho-ho. CUT TO: Back to Bart and Lisa, fear appearing on their faces. TV HOST: The Baby-sitter Bandit has left a trail of he daring nighttime robberies across the continental United States. She could be lurking anywhere, about to descend upon another house full of unsuspecting dupes. Bart and Lisa hold each other, cowering in fear. TV HOST: In a moment, we will show you a picture of the real Babysitter Bandit, Miss Lucille Botzcowski. Remember, she may be using a clever alias... LISA: Botz! TV HOST: ...and should be considered armed and dangerous! Bart and Lisa scream. Miss Botz steps into the room with an evil grin and a rope in both hands. Bart and Lisa continue to scream. Lightning flashes outside. FADE TO BLACK FADE IN: Bart and Lisa continue screaming in fear. BART: Run for it! Bart runs off into the basement and Lisa into the kitchen. She skids past the phone and picks it up. LISA: 1-800-U-SNITCH. No, U SQUEAL. She dials but the signal is busy. LISA: Oh no! CUT TO: Homer and Marge drive home in the car, Homer's hand around her. HOMER: Don't forget to tell me when you see the Offramp. MARGE: Oh, there it--- They go past it. MARGE: ---went. HOMER: No problemo. We'll just get off at the next exit. They drive past a sign that says "Next Exit 34 Miles" CUT TO: Miss Botz making her way down the steps into the dark basement. Bart hides the staircase, holding himself. MISS BOTZ: Bart. Bart. Bart. Bart. Hmm...time to brush your teeth, wash your face, and say your prayers? Are you in...here? She opens a closet door and only discovers several jars. MISS BOTZ: Oh, homemade pickled beets. BART (silent): Go ahead, take them all. Bart sits above the closet, a bowling ball in his hand. He reaches out --- and is sent plunging down into the floor. BART: Seeing as no one was hurt, I think it would be really silly to dwell on this. CUT TO: Lisa in the kitchen, holding the phone and hiding under the table. LISA: Come on! Come on! Finally! ANSWERER: Hello, vigilant viewer. Lisa begins being dragged backwards. ANSWERER: You have reached America's Most Armed and Dangerous. LISA: I'm calling to report the Baby Sitter Bandit. She's in our house right now! Miss Botz drags the phone cord towards her. Lisa looks back and gasps. CUT TO: Homer and Marge enter their hotel room. HOMER: Come on, Marge. Let me carry you over the threshold. MARGE: Okay, but watch out. Don't slam my head like last time. HOMER: Sheesh, eleven years ago, and you've never forgotten it. MARGE: Don't muss my hair. Homer struggles holding on to her. He turns on the lights tries to walk through. He trips on something and throws Marge straight into the bed. Homer holds his leg in agony. MARGE: Whee, this is fun! CUT TO: Miss Botz carrying a tied-up Lisa into the television room. Bart sits on the couch. BART: We know who you are, Miss Botz. Or should I say Miss Botzcowski? You're the Baby Sitter Bandit. MISS BOTZ: You're a smart, young man, Bart. I hope you're smart enough to keep your mouth shut. LISA: He isn't. Miss Botz disconnects the phone. BART: You're crazy if you think you're gonna get away with this, lady. You can't--- Miss Botz puts tape over Bart's mouth. MISS BOTZ: I'm really not a bad person. Here. While I finish up, you guys can watch the rest of your favorite videocassette. Bart tries to shout through the tape. LISA: Quiet, Bart! Let's make the best of this. CUT TO: Marge adjusting Homer's pillow as he lies in bed. MARGE: Maybe I'll go slip into something a little more comfortable. HOMER: Oooh. Your blue thing with the things? MARGE: You'll see. HOMER: Well, shake a leg, mama. CUT TO: Maggie walking up in her crib to some thumping sounds. She masterfully climbs out and makes her way out of the room. Miss Botz stands, dumping valuables into her suitcase from the Simpson's closet. MISS BOTZ: Kid stuff. Hardly worth it. Lotta junk. Soileds. Stupid Sampsons. Maggie crawls behind her and makes her way down the staircase. She falls on the last step, but picks herself up and finds Bart and Lisa. LISA: Maggie! Maggie! Come here! But Maggie is too drawn to the elves on television to help. ELVES: Good-bye. Good bye, everybody. Bye, yay! Maggie picks up the remote and plays with it. LISA: Maggie, wanna watch the Happy Little Elves again? Maggie nods. LISA: Okay, but you have to untie me first. Maggie climbs up onto the couch. CUT TO: Homer lies in bed. MARGE (seductively): Oh, Homer... She steps out of the bathroom in a beautiful dress. HOMER: Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho... CUT TO: Miss Botz continues to dump valuables into her suitcase, now from a drawer. Maggie crawls into the room. MISS BOTZ: Aww, so you got out of your crib. I guess you need to be tied up too. Maggie, where are you? Miss Botz steps out into the hallway but it is empty. All the doors are closed. MISS BOTZ: Maggie! Maggie! She hears the sounds of a sucking pacifier and barges into the door. A clunk is heard and she falls. The lights in the room go up, revealing Bart with a baseball bat. He sucks on a pacifier. CUT TO: Homer and Marge lie together in bed. MARGE: Homer, would it spoil the mood if I called home, you know, just to check on the kids? But Homer is already asleep. She dials. CUT TO: Bart, Lisa, and Maggie escape through a window and make their way down to the backyard. CUT TO: Back to the hotel. The phone continues ringing. MARGE: Homer, wake up. There's no answer at home. HOMER: So? MARGE: So I'm worried. I think we should go home. HOMER: Hmm, all right. I suppose my work here is done. Heh, heh, heh. CUT TO: Lisa stands holding a phone inside a booth. ANSWERER: Hello, vigilant viewer. How may be help you? LISA: We caught her! We caught the Baby Sitter Bandit. She's tied up at our house right now. BART: Ask if there' s a reward. LISA: Is there a reward? ...If she's convicted, we get T-shirts! BART: Yeah! CUT TO: Homer and Marge driving up to the house. MARGE: How come all the lights are on? HOMER: I don't like the look of this. They walk in. MARGE: Miss Botz. HOMER: Miss Botz! They find her tied up on the floor, facing the TV, which plays the Little Elves. HOMER: Good Lord. What have those little hellions done now? We're so sorry, we're so sorry. The two begin untying her. Homer takes off the tape off her mouth. MISS BOTZ: Please turn off the TV. CUT TO: Homer carries the two suitcases as Miss Botz makes her way to the car. MARGE: I can't tell you how chagrined we are about all of this. HOMER: Oh, these things are heavy. Homer loads the cases into Botz's car. HOMER: Just so there's no hard feelings, here's double your pay. No, triple. MISS BOTZ: Thank you. Mr. Sampson, can I give you a bit of advice? HOMER: Sure. MISS BOTZ: Don't turn your back on that boy for a second. HOMER: Ain't that the truth? You know, one time he--- A siren is heard and Miss Botz races away. A second later, dozens of cars show up, blocking the house. Bart pops out. BART: This way to the scene of the crime, men! I got her tied up in the den. HOMER: Just a minute, young man. I don't know what kind of shenanigans you've been pulling this time, but I just had to untie your babysitter and pay her off so that---. REPORTER: Excuse me, sir. Are you saying to the world that just aided and abetted the escape of the notorious Baby Sitter Bandit? HOMER: The what? REPORTER 2: The Baby Sitter Bandit! HOMER: Oh...uh..are you sure this microphone works? Uh, well, I wouldn't say I aided her. This is on, right? Because actually, it was quite a struggle. BART: Oh, Homer! HOMER: Have you ever seen a kung fu movie? It was just like that. But now I know her moves. So if you're listening to me, lady, you'd better think long and hard before trying something like this on Homer Simpson again! CUT TO: Homer and Marge in bed, watching Homer give the interview on the TV. Homer turns it off. HOMER: Lord, help me, I'm just not that bright. MARGE: Oh, Homer, don't say that. The way I see it, if you raise three children who can knock out and hogtie a perfect stranger, you must be doing something right. HOMER: Yeah? Yeah! The two kiss. HOMER: Honey, can we make up again? MARGE: Oh, my goodness. FADE TO BLACK CREDITS BEGIN THE END

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Fade in (Curtains being pulled open) Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, its "Up Late with McBain. I'm your announcer Uppen Kupin Fuer Wolfcastle and heeeeres McBain! (McBain comes out from behind the curtain onto the stage. He waves to crowd and touches hands with band leader.) McBain: Ya, thank you, ya. That's nice. Let's say hello to my music guy, Zoe.(Crowd applauds, Zoe bows to McBain.) That is some outfit Zoe, it makes you look like a h*m*.(Crowd boos, McBain is startled, he nervously speaks and points to crowd.) Uh, oh...maybe you are all h*m* too.(Crowd boos louder.) *Transition to Bart and Lisa watching the TV* Bart:(Annoyed) This is horrible. Lisa: The Fox network has sunk to a new low. (Marge enters with the mail.) Marge: Lisa you got a letter. Lisa:(excited) It's from my pen pal Anya! (Lisa reads letter, Anya's voice can be heard: "Dear Lisa, As I write this I am very sad. Our president has been overthrown and(turns into man's voice) replaced by the benevolent General Thrull. All hail Thrull and his glorious new regime! Sincerly, Little Girl." Lisa moans.) Marge: You got a letter too bart.(Gives letter to bart. He opens it.) Bart:(Reads letter out loud.) I'm going to k*ll you.(Bart gasps.) *Transition to man pricking finger with letter opener.* (Man writes "DIE BART DIE" with his blood. He also checks off a things to do list with his blood.) *Transition to Bart and Lisa watching Itchy and Scratchy. Bart looks worried.* (TV exclaims, "The Itchy and Scratchy Show!" Episode title: Spay Anything.) (Scratchy walks towards Itchy's Cat Hospital. Scratchy sees sign out front that says, "We pay your pet $75." Scratchy bolts right in. 2 bulldog orderlies grab scratchy and put him on a table. Itchy waves at Scratchy and turns on laser. .(Think of in the Bond movie with the ray g*n.) Scratchy screams. Scratchy extends his tongue and unplugs the power cord. Scratchy breathes a sigh of relief. Itchy runs back in and plugs laser back in and the laser proceeds to cut Scratchy into many pieces.) (Lisa laughs but Bart does not, he still looks worried. Lisa notices this.) Lisa:(Worried) Bart what's wrong? (Homer picks up mail and reads.) Homer: Oh my god! Someone is trying to k*ll me! Eh!(Relieved)oh wait, its for bart.(Shows letter to all.) *Transition to kitchen. The death thr*at letters are all layed out over the table.* Marge:(Pointing to letter not written in blood.) Hmmm, this one is done in different handwriting. Homer: Oh, uh, I wrote that one after bart some how put this tattoo on my butt.(Tattoo says, "Wide Low." Everyone laughs.) Bart: But who would want to hurt me? I'm this century's Dennis the Menace. Homer: It's probably the person you least suspect. Lisa:(sarcasticly laughs)That's good dad. Grandpa: I say we call Matlock. He'll find the culprit. Its probably that evil Gabbon McCloud or George Gueber Lindsey. Bart: Grandpa, Matlocks not real. Grandpa: Neither are my teeth but I can still eat corn on the cob if someone cuts it off and smushes it off into a fine paste. Now that's good eating! *Transition to school yard.* (Bart looks paranoid, Milhouse walks over to him.) Milhouse: I checked around, the girls are calling you "fatty fat fat fat" and Nelson is planing on pulling down your pants, but no one is trying to k*ll ya. Bart: Ah, that's a relief.(Nelson pulls down Bart's pants from behing. The girls chime in with a chorus of "Fatty fat fat fat.") *Transition to Bart's room. Radio alarm goes off* Radio Announcer: Alright, this is dedicated to Bart Simpson with the message, I am coming to k*ll you, slowly and painfully.(Radio plays "Wipeout." Bart pulls covers over face. He goes downstairs where Marge is cutting something.) Marge:(Pointing scissors at bart.) Bart I'm going to get you!!...(Bart gasps).....some ice cream at the store since I'm saving so much money on diet cola.(She holds up a coupon. Bart dashes outside. As he is walking outside Ned Flanders jumps out in front of him wearing a hand razor glove. Bart gasps.) Ned: Say your prayers Simpson!(Bart trembles.)........because the schools can't force you like they should.(Ned starts tending to the bushes with the glove. Maude appears.) Maude these new finger razors make hedge trimming as fun as sitting through church! *Transition to Mrs. Kraboppel's classroom* Edna: You're going to be my m*rder victim Bart..........in our school production of Lizzie Borden starring Martin Prince as Lizzie! Martin:(Holding prop axe) 3 whacks with a wet noodle Bart! *Transition to Police station* (Marge is talking with Chief Wiggum.) Wiggum: I'd like to help you m'am, but, heh heh, I'm afraid there's no law against mailing thr*at letters. Marge: I'm pretty sure there is. Wiggum: Hah! The day I take cop lessons from Ma Kettle. Lou:(comes over with rule book.)Hey, she's right chief. Wiggum: Well shut my mouth! It's also illegal to put squirrels down your pants for the puposes of gambling.(Pans to officers doing just that.)Boys, knock it off! *Transition to Bart's room* (Lisa rushes in) Lisa: Bart I've figured it out! Who's someone you've been making irritating phone calls to these years. Bart: Linda Lavin? Lisa: No, someone who didn't deserve it. (They go down to kitchen. Lisa dials Moe's.) Lisa: Hello, Moe. We know your the one behind it so knock it off or we're going to the cops! Moe:(At Moe's) No, no, I'll take care of it.(Moe bursts into backroom.) Ok it's over, get them out of here!(Moe brakes open a crate, a Panda is inside. Pandas run out of Moe's with Moe shouting, "Alright, undele! undele!) *Transition to Bart's room window* Bart: You're out there somewhere, but where? Where!?!(Screen pans towards Springfield State Prison, we go inside a cell window which belongs to the infamous Sideshow Bob. He is writing another death thr*at to Bart in his own blood. He laughs when he is done. Then he starts to write something new.) Bob: Dear "Life in these United States"...a funny thing happened to me...(Bob collapses.) Snake: Use a pen Sideshow Bob. *Transition to Springfield Penitentiary "America's fastest growing prison."* (Parole board. Middle board member knocks on table with gavel. Snake stands before them.) M. board member: Parole granted. (Snake walks away.) Next up for parole, Bob Tewillager, AKA Sideshow Bob. (Bob enters, he stops to talk to Snake.) Bob: Take care Snake, may the next time we meet be under more felicitous circumstances. Snake: Guh? Bob: Take care. Snake: Buh. (Parole board meeting for bob starts. Chief Wiggum testifies.) Wiggum: Sideshow bob has no decency. He called me Chief "Piggum." (Courtroom laughs. Wiggum laughs.) Now I get it. (Laughs again) That's good. (Selma testifies) Selma: Sideshow Bob tried to k*ll me on our honeymoon. (courtroom whispers amoungst themselves.) Lawyer: How many people in this court are thinking of k*lling her right now? (3 peoples hands go up.)Be honest! (Everyone raises their hands including Patty. The man next to Patty looks at her.) Patty: Well, she's always leaving the toilet seat up. (Bob goes up to testify.) Lawyer: Robert, if released would you pose a thr*at to one Bart Simpson? Bob: Bart Simpson? Ha! The spirited, little scamp who twice foiled my evil schemes and sent me to this dank, urine soaked hell hole. Left board member: Uhh, we object to the term, "urine-soaked hell hole" when you could of said, "pee-pee-soaked heck hole." Bob: Cheerfully withdrawn. Lawyer: What about that tattoo on your chest, doesn't it say "DIE BART DIE"? Bob: No! That's German...for "Die Bart Die" (Courtroom laughs.) Right board member: No one that speaks German can be a bad man. M. board member: Parole granted. (Bob leaves penitentary.) *Transition to movie theater. "Now playing: Ernest goes somewhere cheap."* (Bob lights up a cigar & starts laughing madly at the movie. The Simpson family is also in the theater.) Marge:(coughs) That man is so rude. Homer:(while smoking novelty cigar.) Yeah. (Leans over toward Bob.) If you dont mind were trying to watch the moo(Ernest's head gets stuck in the toilet, homer laughs madly and slaps Bob in the back. Bob turns around.) Bob: Now really, that's too much! Bart & Lisa: Ahhhhh!!! Sideshow Bob!!! Bart:(Pointing at Bob.) You wrote me those letters. Marge: You awful man, stay away from my son! Bob: Oh I'll stay away from your son alright, stay away forever. Homer: Oh no! Bob: Wait a minute that's no good. (Gets angered at his mistake and walks away. He then comes running back.) Wait I got a good one now! Marge say stay away from my son again. Marge: No! (Bob cringes in extreme anger.) *Transition to Simpson's house. The Police have finished "installing" their "security system." Wiggum:(Plucks string) Now sideshow bob cant get in without me knowing and once a man is in your home anything you do to him is nice and legal. Homer: Is that so? (Leans out window and calls to Ned.) Oh Flanders, won't you join me in my kitchen? (Homer waits to pounce Ned and pounds his fist into his hand.) Wiggum: Uh, it doesn't work if you invite them in. Ned: Hidely Hey! Homer: Go home. Ned: Toodly Doo! *Transition to Nogotiator's office* Negotiator: Now don't you fret, when I'm through he won't step foot in this town again. I can be very, very persuasive. (Holsters g*n.) *Transition to bar* Negotiator:(Whining) Come on, leave town. Bob: No. Negotiator: (Still whining) I'll be your friend. Bob: No. Negotiator: (Pouting) Oh, you're mean. *Transition to Evergreen Terrace, right outside of the Simpson's and the Flanders's houses.* (Bob is driving a van with loudspeakers mounted on the roof.) Bob: The following neighborhood residents will not be k*lled by me: Ned Flanders, Maude Flanders... Ned: (Pleased) Isn't that nice. Bob: ...Homer Simpson, Marge Simpson, Lisa Simpson, that little baby Simpson, that is all. (Homer bursts into Bart's room.) Homer: Woo Hoo! Did you hear Bart? He...(Bart looks at him) oh. *Transition to Witness Relocation Program* Right FBI Agent: Don't worry Mrs. Simpson we've helped hundreds of people in danger. We'll give you a new name, a new job, new identity. Homer: (Raising hand) Oooh, I want to be John Elway! (Homer starts day dreaming about being John Elway. The ball is snapped to Homer and he dives over the pile into the endzone.) Announcer: Elway takes the snap and runs it in for a touchdown! Thanks to Elway's Patanent last second magic the final score of Super Bowl XXX is Denver 7, San Francisco 56. Homer:(Back to reality) Woo Hoo! Marge: I don't think this is such a good idea. Homer: This isn't just because of Sideshow Bob it's a chance to turn around all our stinking lives. Bart: I'll be Gus, the lovable chimney sweep,(in british accent) clean as a whistle, sharp as a thistle, best in all Westminster, yeah! Homer: Shut up boy. Left FBI Agent: We have places were your family can hide in peace and security, Cape Feare, Terror Lake, New Horrorfield, Screamville... Homer: Oooh, Icecreamville! L FBI Agent: No, screamville. (Homer screams) R FBI Agent: I'll tell you what sir, from now on you'll be uh, Homer Thompson at Terror Lake. (Homer nods) When I say hello Mr. Thompson you'll say "hi." Homer: Check. R FBI Agent: Hello Mr. Thompson(Homer stares blankly at him.).....remember now, your name is Homer Thompson. Homer: I gotcha. R FBI Agent: Hello Mr. Thompson(Homer stares blankly at him. Agents look at each other.) (Much later, the conversation is still going on.) R FBI Agent: Urrrh, now when I say, "Hello Mr. Thompson" and press down on your foot you smile and nod. Homer: No problem. R FBI Agent: Hello Mr. Thompson (RFBI presses down on homer's foot.) Homer: (leans over to LFBI.) I think he's talking to you. (RFBI hits his forehead.) *Transition to outside Simpson home, Simpsons are about to leave.* R FBI Agent: Here you go. (Hands Homer the keys to the car.) Marge: Oooh, what a cute convertable. You guys at the bureau thought of everything. Lisa: Hey look, the FBI light opera society sings the complete Gilbert & Sullivan. (Simpsons drive away singing the complete Gilbert and Sullivan, Sideshow Bob hides under the car.) Homer: Lousy speed bumps.(Speed bumps h*t Bob in the head. Homer is drinking coffee) This coffee is too hot. (pours it outside, lands on Bob.) Hey kids wanna drive through that cactus patch? Bart: Yeah! Lisa: Yeah! Bob: No..... Homer: Two against one!(Homer drives into cactus patch with Bob still inderneath.) *Transition to what looks like normal Simpson's opening only it is replaced with "The Thompsons" and it zooms in on Terror Lake.* Homer: Wow! A houseboat, you know the great thing is if you don't like your neighbors you can just pull up the anchor and sail someplace else. (Simpsons, er, Thompsons laugh, other houseboats quickly sail away. Thompsons go into houseboat, Bob rolls out from under the car battered and bruised. He gets up and he steps on a rake and it hits him in the face. He turns another direction and is h*t in the face by another rake. Continues to happen over and over and over again. *Transition to inside the houseboat.* Marge: Homer, where's the dog? Homer: I tied him up out back. (While tied to a post, the dog is shown swimming in the lake.) Marge: <sigh> We've left it all behind. How can you make a clean brake with your life? Homer: Relax Marge, I tied up all the loose ends before we left. *Transition to "old" Simpson home. Grandpa is knocking on the door.* Grandpa: Hello? Hello!?! You have my pills! I'm cold and there are wolves after me. (Wolf howls can be heard in the distance.) *Transition to Bart walking down a sidewalk. A car drives up along side of him.* Bob: Hello Bart. Bart: Ahhhh! (Looks over and sees an old lady.) Bob: Down here Bart. (Bart looks down and Bob is underneath the car. He unstraps himself but is h*t in the head by the car's bumper as it pulls away.) Bart: What do you want!? Bob: Surely theres no harm in laying in the middle of a public street. (Just then a marching band appears and marches on Bob, they are then followed by numerous elephants who each trample Bob.) *Transition to houseboat. Homer is busy drinking a duff. Bart rushes in.* Bart: Mom! Dad! I saw Sideshow Bob and he thr*at to k*ll me! Homer: Bart! Don't interrupt! Marge: Homer this is serious! Homer: Oh, it is not. *Transition to Bates Motel. There is a vacancy.* Bob: (Writing plan) Roman numeral three: Surprise boy in bed (sips tea) and, uh,...disembowel him!...No, I dont like that "bowel" thing there. Gut him! Le mot Juste! (kisses his plan.) *Transition to Bart's cabin* (Bart is tossing and turning in bed. His door opens and he wakes. Someone is entering with a butcher's Kn*fe. Bart sits up in bed. The person rushes in, it is Homer.) Homer: BART YOU WANT SOME BROWNIES BEFORE YOU GOTO BED!!!! Bart: Aaaahhhhhhhh!!!! Homer: C'mon, let me cut you a brownie while there still hot. Bart: <sigh of relief> Dad, I'm kinda edgy right now. I'd appreciate you not coming in my room screaming and brandishing a buthcer's Kn*fe. Homer: Why? Oh, haha, the Sideshow Bob thing. I'm sorry boy.(He leaves. Bart settles down again. Homer then burst through the door wearing a hockey mask and wielding a chainsaw.) Homer: BART!! YOU WANNA SEE MY NEW CHAINSAW AND HOCKEY MASK!!!! (Bart screams and looks like he is going to die from fear.) Oh, sorry, What am I thinking? *Transition to outside houseboat. Bob climbs up onto the deck. He walks foward and is once again h*t in the face by another rake. He throws it aside. He cuts the rope keeping the boat at the docks and the boat begins to drift.) *Transiton to Bart's cabin. The door is opened, Bart wakes.* Bob: Hello, Bart! (Approaches Bart) Bart: Mom! Dad! Bob: Your family can't help you now. *Transition showing rest of family tied up. Homer is knocked out cold.* Homer: <snore> Lisa: Oh no! Dads been drugged! Marge:(annoyed) No he hasn't! *Transition back to Bart's cabin.* (Bart escapes through the window just as Bob's short sword (kind of.) almost hits him. Bart runs to the front of the boat to escape but is greeted by a hungry alligator.) Bart: Uh oh! (He runs to the back to escape bt there are electric eels there.) ewwoooh!(He runs back to the front just to see the gator again.) Oh yeah...(Bart is trapped.) Bob: Well Bart, any last requests? (Walks toward Bart.) Bart: Well,...there is one, but(Looks at distance to Springfield sign.)...Nah... Bob: No, go on. Bart:You have such a beautiful voice. Bob: Guilty as charged. Bart: Uh huh. Anyway, I was wondering if you could sing the entire score of the HMS Pinnafore. Bob: Very well Bart. I shall send you to heaven before I send you to hell. (Grabs Bart and seats him. Bob sings the entire score to the HMS Pinnafore, which takes awhile of course. When he finishes he receives flowers and Bart gives him a standing ovation. Bob draws his sword (Which has now transformed into a saber.0_o) Bob: And now for the final curtain. (Just as Bob is about to strike the boat hits the shore and Bob losses his balance and falls against the railing. g*n cocking sounds are heard, the Springfield police are there.) Wiggum: Hold it right there Sideshow Bob. You're under arrest. Bob: By Lucifer's beard! Wiggum: Uh yeah, it's a good thing you drifted by this brothel. *Transition to later that day.* Bart: I knew I had to buy some time so I asked him to sing the score from the HMS Pinnafore. Homer: Oooh, a fiendishly clever intricacy. (In other words he said it was a great plan.) Bart: (Looks over at cops.) Take him away boys. Wiggum: Hey, I'm the chief here. Bake him away toys. Lou: What you say chief? Wiggum: Do what the kid said. *Transition to outside the old Simpson home* Marge: It's so good to be home again. (Grandpa or should I say "Grandma" runs up to the car.) Grandpa: Look what happened without my pills!! Marge: Huh!?! Bart run upstairs and get Grandpa's medicine! (Jasper walks over to Grandpa.) Jasper: Not so fast. I want to court this fair young lady.(Grandpa blushes) Grandpa: There's something you should know about me. Jasper: I've got (Sounds like, "steel lady tickets.") Grandpa: I'm all yours! (Kisses Jasper.) Fade to black.

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(trilling high note) Chorus: ♪ the simpsons... ♪ [playing theme on piano...] [band playing theme...] It was so, at the time, insanely edgy. [theme continues...] That show was a huge, huge influence. [playing theme...] Springfield is a magical land that's built for comedy writers. [tejano band playing theme...] The simpsons actually made my career. ...This isn't about show business. It's not the traditional liberal, Politically correct family, But how dull would that be? ...Hoo-hoo! [band continues theme...] [hip-hop version of theme...] It's hard not to love homer. My favorite character is probably ralph. I just can't say enough about brockman. [hip-hop scratching] I'd hire him. [jug band version of theme...] [horn honks] To see something like this Just rise out of the manure pile that was animation Was just... Pretty amazing. [theme on kazoos...] [humming theme...] [rock version of theme, crowd cheering...] If you want to be considered one of the great writers in comedy, You kind of have to take a little tour through the simpsons. [theme continues, crowd cheering] [jazz/rock version of theme...] [indian version of theme...[ Marge is one of a kind... In many ways. I never saw marge in that way. I never looked at her as a sex object. I do now. [playing theme on bass...] It's almost like if you like the simpsons... It's like somebody liking dogs. You gotta be a little distrustful of someone... "I hate dogs." How could you [bleeping] hate a dog? [continues theme on bass...] [theme ends] Hi, I'm morgan spurlock. When fox asked me to make a special Celebrating the simpsons' 20th anniversary, Like any good simpsons geek, I immediately said yes. ...But then I realized how far I'd have to go And how much ground I'd have to cover. In an attempt to understand the epidemic spread of yellow fever, I'm gonna take you around the country and across the globe To find out why this show has become both the cash cow And sacred golden entertainment calf worshipped by the entire world. My dad loves the simpsons. I love the simpsons. Spurlock: I'll hear from the people On the front lines of obsessive fandom... If it says "the simpsons" on it, I have to have it. Explore how the simpsons have undermined america's status As the most beloved country in the world... And discover how the show has touched the lives of millions. This is the simpsons 20th anniversary special-- In 3d! On ice! It all started 22 years ago, When a young cartoonist by the name of matt groening Was summoned to the altar of hollywood legend, mister jim brooks. [harp trill from theme] I had been an underground cartoonist for 10 years Before I got the hollywood call. It was about time! [laughs] I had finished my first movie, And as a gift, somebody I was working with gave me A framed copy of one of matt's life in hell cartoons, And it was "the 12 ways to die in los angeles" And the last two was "failure" and "success." And I just loved it and hung it up. The thought was on the tracey ullman show To have our bumpers be actually entertainment things, And we decided to do cartoons, and I thought of matt right away. I got called into the office. While I was waiting, I found out that maybe Whatever I did, in this fledgling network, I was gonna lose control of. And I thought, I've got my comic strip, life in hell. That's what I was gonna do. I said, "forget that, I gotta save the bunnies for myself." So I made up new characters on the spot, I drew the simpsons, Named them after my own family, because that's a whole other psychodrama And... The rest is history. [whoosh] Homer: There's nothing to worry about. Now everyone go to sleep. Dan castellaneta and I were there, And then they hired nancy cartwright and yeardley smith To play the two kids, And lucky me, I think tracey was too tired... "tracey, you're busy rehearsing," 'cause I was pretty much in everything, "so julie, dan, Would you come up to the booth and do these voices?" I read for bart, and that was fairly short-lived, And then they said, "here's a picture of his sister lisa-- she's eight." So I went up... [higher voice]: Like that, to lisa simpson. It was just matt groening and me, and I went in and I said, "hey, do you mind... I was here to read for the girl, But do you mind if I read for bart?" [as bart]: "blah blah blah blah blah...." "oh, my god, that's him, that's bart!" Hired me on the spot. [snaps fingers] [as bart]: Behold! Neanderthal man! Fox approached jim brooks about doing these little, short simpsons cartoons As a TV special. I talked to him and I said, "no, no, no, we gotta do a whole series." They committed what for them was an enormous amount of money, You know, because they were almost broke. There had not been a primetime animated series on television for a generation, And it was considered a risky thing to do. I took the job here, I had fun, But I didn't tell anyone what I was doing, 'cause I thought, "I've really h*t rock bottom." [laughs] Sam simon called me and said, "we want to make you A regular on the show," and I said, "no." I used to say, "hey, guys, we're 13 and out." Like, "they're only gonna let us do 13, We'll do 13, we'll have fun, and then we're gone." Maybe these 13 episodes will be like a cult... It will be a cult following. The show premiered as the highes t-rated show in the history of fox. I remember a headline-- a headline!-- On the front page of the new york post... Owned by the same person who owns the simpsons... [laughs] That said, "simpsons beats cosby," then the number one show in the country. I'll never be in the beatles, I assume, but... [laughs] It's the closest thing I could ever imagine to that happening, Where....When this show came on the air, I couldn't believe how much attention it got. I think it's been the most successful spin-off... Ever. [rhythmic drum b*at...] Spurlock: But it's a lot more than just a spin-off. The simpsons is an award-winning, record-breaking machine That has shattered expectations at every turn. And now, it's the longes t-running primetime show on television, Even passing both g*n and the adventures of ozzie and harriet. Well, if you ask me, that's a little too fast. Spurlock: It's won 25 emmys, 26 annies, six genesis awards, Six writers guild of america awards, four people's choice awards, Two british comedy awards, two kids' choice awards, A prism, a satellite, and even a golden reel... Ooh...! It's been called one of the best TV shows of all time, And the top show of the past 25 years. Countless magazines have devoted their covers to america's favorite family. But it's not just america. The simpsons has redefined the term "global phenomenon," Airing in more than 90 countries and in over 45 different languages. [marge and homer voices in different languages] Spurlock: And it's more than comedy genius. The simpsons is merchandising gold. Just about anything under the sun that can be manufactured Has been sold with the simpsons logo on it. Bed sheets... Bottle openers... Lunch boxes.... You name it, they had it. Spurlock: Quite literally, the simpsons have taken over the world. They have a star on the hollywood walk of fame... A house in vegas... A ride at universal studios. They've been in our homes, on our streets, in our stores. They've been on stamps, on planes, and they've taken to the skies as balloons. Man: In order to ensure that the pig doesn't cause any trouble, We do have a marksman on hand who'll be able to bring the pig down to earth. Spurlock: Today, there's no escaping the grasp Of those stubby little yellow fingers. We wear simpsons clothing, We get simpson tattoos, We take simpson classes... We even speak simpsonese. D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! Spurlock: In 2001, the word "doh" was officially added To the oxford english dictionary. "'doh': Expressing frustration At the realization that things have turned out badly." Spurlock: Quite simply, it's more than just a show-- It's a multimillion-dollar comedic freight train and marketing juggernaut That's gone off the rails and has completely altered The cultural landscape as we know it. This is the simpsons 20th anniversary special. A lot of shows give you a couple of characters-- Maybe two or three guys, a couple of girls, and if you're lucky, a monkey. But the simpsons gives you an entire world. From an enterprising entrepreneur to a crack police squad To a young, idealistic politician, Springfield is populated by just about every character known to man. Dr. Nick... Comic book guy... Lenny and carl... Frank grimes... Milhouse... Barney... Flanders... Chief wiggum... Sideshow bob... Hans moleman... The bouvier sisters. [♪...] They built this world of relatable characters, you know, Like mr. Burns and chief wiggum and moe the bartender, And it started to feel like people's towns. Springfield becomes a great place to parody and caricature Any aspect of american town or city life. [♪...] Beautiful, huh? You know, the one thing I was thinking about springfield Is that it's all the side characters, too-- it's not just the family. Apu, I think, is probably my favorite character. ♪ homer's a delightful fella, sorry 'bout the salmonella. ♪ I like apu 'cause he's always in a great mood And when you're writing him, you have to be in a great mood. You're always kind of smiling. How much is your penny candy? Surprisingly expensive. Unlike every single other person in springfield, He works really hard. I like moe because he reminds me of a lot of my uncles... [laughs] growing up. If I'm not smiling when your check comes, your meal's on me-- Uncle moe! I just walked into a room with matt groening and sam simon To do moe the bartender, Who I made sound like pacino, you know... [imitating]: "I'm dying here!" So I made this... [rougher]: Sound gravelly, and then that was moe. Here, I, uh... Brung you some posies. I love moe's sort of misanthropic nature [laughs]. When I catch you, I'm gonna pull out your eyes And shove them down your pants So you can watch me kick the crap out of you, okay?! Having been the mayor of cincinnati, And then I see mayor quimby, he's... Very corrupt. If you speak like a kennedy, you're halfway home. Ducking this issue calls for real leadership. He truly is the most patronizing politician I've ever seen in my life. I'm a bad wittle boy. [crowd cheering] Newsom: With the corruption, the graft, The sexual escapades, the heavy drinking... Yeah, no, it's just a typical day at the office. I think my favorite character is probably mr. Burns. Why is the richest and oldest man in the world Living in springfield? Why isn't he in new york city or buenos aires or rome? No, he's in springfield. He's gonna make a tuxedo out of our puppies! If someone could just put me out in a pasture somewhere, In a beautiful part of Spain, And say, "your job is just... We'll pay you a dollar a year, And you can have some cheap red wine, And just think of weird things for mr. Burns to say and do..." [dentures click] I would take that job. Smithers is really funny because, you know, You're really not sure about his sexual preference. Glaad counts smithers as a gay character Because the show has definitely told us that he's gay. We would love the character of smithers To progress by becoming more open About his sexual orientation in the community, you know. Maybe he kind of starts a gay employee resource group down at the plant. Kent brockman has, in his own little world, got it goin' on. [rock theme music...] If you can fake the everyman thing, you've got it made, And that's clearly what kent has made his bones doing. I don't know much, but I do know A few things about television news, And to get it bull's-eye, every time, well, a tip of the stetson to them. He's got a little bit of that pomposity going, which we forgive, Because television anchors do something special. We get to tell people what happened. Spurlock: But as vast as the world of springfield may seem, It was all inspired by the gray, cold, wet, and sleepy hamlet of portland, oregon. Many of the characters on the show are named after streets in portland. I had this idea: The streets in northwest portland are all in alphabetical order, And I thought it would be really fun if people would be driving down 23rd street And they would see kearney, lovejoy, quimby, flanders, terwilliger... The only reason there are not more characters is 'cause I just couldn't think of The names of the streets off the top of my head. Spurlock: I'm off to the city of roses to see some springfieldian sites, Including the real inspiration for springfield elementary. ...So you are the principal here at springfield elementary. I am, yup. How does it feel, you know, knowing that you are kind of the model school? It's all sinking in right now. Are you different than principal skinner? I'm a awful lot different than skinner. I not having an affair with any of the teachers. [all gasp] Not yet! Not... Well, yeah-- we won't go there. Spurlock: Another hometown icon that's resurfaced in the simpsons is rusty nails. Rusty nails was the inspiration-- In a kind of vague, weird, creepy way-- For krusty the clown. [laughs] Matt was sitting in the studio audience, And he was probably around 14 years of age, And making notes. I went to him and asked what he was doing And he said, "well, I'm gonna have a show of my own." And I said, "great, go for it." The difference is krusty is jewish and totally corrupt. Krusty, I... Shut your hole! Groening: And rusty nails is a very, very religious, christian clown. He's really sweet and nice. Hi, girls and boys! Post the other clowns getting involved in fast food, Nobody came to you and said, "we'd love to have you be the face of our food chain"? And krustyburger is the official mea t-flavored sandwich of the 1984 olympics! No. No? This is my apology to rusty nails, if there's any inference That the character of krusty is anything like rusty. [♪...] Spurlock: Turns out, portland didn't just inspire the simpsons... The simpsons also inspired portland. Homer: Donuts... Is there anything they can't do? Tell me about homer simpson. Is he an inspiration for voodoo doughnuts? How could homer not be an inspiration to voodoo doughnuts? I mean, the man could... The man could keep us in business for years alone. Have all the donuts in the world! [laughing maniacally...] Homer donut. Bacon donut. Paradise. The biggest reason the simpsons Has been such a huge success Isn't just the cast or the great writing, it's the fans, And some of them have interesting ways of showing their appreciation. [♪...] So I hear you have a milhouse tattoo. I do. I've always liked milhouse, and growing up, like, As a jewish nerd with glasses, with divorced parents, It's hard to have any representation on TV. No matter what hits him, you know what I mean... He can watch his dad cry alone in, like, an apartment, But at the same time still, like, have the gusto To carpe diem the next day. Milhouse...! Milhouse?! A milhouse tattoo?! How can someone with glasses that thick be so stupid? You've gotta be a committed fan to tattoo milhouse on your arm. But if you think a milhouse tattoo shows commitment, You ain't seen nothin' yet. Apparently, this is the sickest, craziest, biggest, best, Most dedicated simpsons fan With the best tattoo on the face of the earth. [drum roll...] That is amazing. All the way from this love handle all the way over to that one. That's my kind of crazy. You think you're a fan? That's a fan. That's a fan. I've had guys chase me down at conventions, telling me, You know, "on episode gf5409, what did that mean when..." And I'm like, "oh, god, help, somebody help me!" [laughs] And there's no better place for these guys to get chased by rabid fans Than san diego comic-con. [♪...] ...There's a certain uninhibited sensibility that runs throughout comic-con, And after spending five minutes here, I could tell that these were my kind of people. All of my life lessons have come from the simpsons. Man: If I learned anything from the simpsons, It's that if anything goes wrong, I didn't do it And to blame it on someone else. In this case, morgan spurlock. [laughs] [♪...] Spurlock: We held a special casting session To find the truly devoted simpsons fans-- The cream of the obsessed crop. ...So tell us why you are the simpsons super-fan. At least 18 of the 30 days in any given month, I'm wearing a simpsons shirt. There's zero reasons not to be- it's the greatest thing on TV. Well, it comes on at 6:00, 7:30, and 11, so I try to catch all those. What's the cat lady's name? Eleanor abernathy. What's kent brockman's given name? Kenny brockelstein? How much does bart sell his soul for? Five dollars. Which of the bullies is jewish? Kearney? I forget... No, dolph. [laughs] Well, you gotta know the answer. Which of the writers is jewish? Oh, geez... [laughter] Uh... All of them? Have you ever been bullied by bullies? Um... I think everybody up here has. Yeah. Yeah. [laughter] This is lisa... In "the secret w*r of lisa simpson." If we air this on fox, they have to tattoo Matt groening's name on every drawing. [laughter] [imitating marge]: Homer, I think you should stop drinking. [imitating homer]: Oh, sure, marge. I'm gonna stop doing something that makes me have fun. Give us a "d'oh!" D'oh! "fox sucks!" Fox sucks! "I am an unauthorized homer." I am an unauthorized homer simpson. [laughter] Now when you first saw comic book guy, Did you say, "I'm gonna turn into that?" Or were you already sort of like that? [imitating comic book guy]: Well, physically I was already like that. How do you feel being at comic-con? Worst... Insert noun... Ever. [applause] Spurlock: As fantastic as comic-con was, I had to get back on the road to find more fanatics. I had to meet the collectors. I found jeremy wilcox in queens, Who has stuffed his 10x10 bedroom with simpsons memorabilia. ...You sleep in here at night, too. Sadly, yes. [laughs] ...Then there's noel bankhead of north carolina, Who curates what he calls "the simpsonian institute." If it says "the simpsons" on it, I have to have it. Yeah. I don't care what it is- it can be a used sock. Spurlock: But if I was truly gonna find the simpsoniest one of them all, I'd have to head across the pond. ["rule, britannia" playing...] ...I'm going to the home of glynn williams, Who apparently has the largest collection of simpsons memorabilia on the planet. Like, reportedly this is what we read in the paper-- He's got, like, 30,000 pieces of simpsons memorabilia in his house. Hi, how are you? Hi, I'm morgan. I'm glynn. Glynn, how are you? Come on in, morgan. [laughing]: Oh, my gosh... It's already... It's already here in the hallway! [♪...] It's everywhere. Wow. Gosh, I mean, lookit- they got life-sized marge. [♪...] Squishy-flavored. It's unbelievable... And a little frightening. ...His collection was pretty overwhelming. That is, until I realized that this was just the tip of the iceberg. ["also sprach zarathustra" playing...] ...No way. [laughs] [♪...] Glynn: Welcome to my world. ...This is the treehouse. The treehouse of horror. Glynn sacrificed christmas presents and birthday presents, So people in the family and friends have bought him simpsons stuff. It's an investment-- see that? It's the grandchildren's inheritance. [all laugh] So does he have a list of things? He's like, "if you're gonna buy me something, buy me this, And by the way, here's the link on ebay"? [laughs] yes! You do that?! Yes. This is mainly glassware and china. This is kind of school stuff-- pencils, pencil cases, desk tidies... Car care kits, valet kits. There is not a product that they won't put their name on. No. ...I thought glynn was the only crazy one in the house, Until I was led into his wife's secret room. Turns out, collecting runs in the family. ...You're not allowed to say anything. No, no, I'm just as sad as him, I'm afraid. Everybody says that. ...Sad or not, if it weren't for people like glynn, We probably would have lost homer years ago. So cheers, glynn, and thanks. [♪...] Moby, I'd love for you to tell me why You are such a fan of the simpsons. It's funny, and it's smart, and it's social satire. My personal favorite song is "the mr. Plow theme song." ♪ call mr. Plow ♪ ♪ that's my name ♪ ♪ that name again is mr. Plow! ♪ You can imagine, you know, a zen monk Sitting on the top of a mountain for 15 years Just thinking about that. Like, "what is identity made manifest through this mr. Plow?" I've done seven interpretations of "the mr. Plow theme song." The blues version... The psychedelic version... The punk rock version. This is a really embarrassing, old school hip-hop version of "mr. Plow." [alarm rings] [hip-hop version playing...] Moby: ♪ said what's the name? ♪ ♪ mr. Plow ♪ ♪ what's the name? ♪ ♪ mr. Plow ♪ ♪ said what's the name? ♪ ♪ mr. Plow ♪ ♪ m-I-s-t-e-r plow ♪ ♪ said what's that name? It's mr. Plow ♪ ♪ you don't need to worry if you don't know how ♪ ♪ I'm there when you're sleeping with my snowplow ♪ ♪ it's how I got the name- that's mr. Plow ♪ ♪ after sunset, before the sunrise ♪ ♪ I'm there with the plow before you open your eyes ♪ ♪ one [thump], two [thump], three [thump] (ow!) ♪ ♪ said what's the name? ♪ ♪ mr. Plow ♪ ♪ what's that name? ♪ ♪ mr. Plow ♪ ♪ said what's the name? ♪ ♪ mr. Plow ♪ ♪ m-I-s-t-e-r plow... Plow. ♪ Promise you'll never do that again. All right. If the simpsons were a live-action TV show, They probably would have been yanked off by minute three of their first episode, But as an animated TV show, they can get away with m*rder. [♪...] And a whole lot more. This is for the United States of america! Oh, no! Chinese f*re drill! Serious this time! Shut up-PA your mouth! So here's a show that comes on at a time When most shows that breach this kind of subject matter Would have to be on later... And it gets away with it. You could make all kinds of inappropriate jokes And get away with it Because they're big, yellow people with googly eyes. But being animated hasn't stopped them From courting real-life controversy. Remember george bush the first was all upset about it? Make american families a lot more like the waltons And a lot less like the simpsons. Remember him? You thought he was bad at the time. Barbara bush, the first lady of america, She called it the stupidest thing she'd ever seen. I think now, "hey, look at your kid," you know? Nowadays we get, you know, you know, we get [beep] For making fun of jesus and for sodomy jokes and whatnot, But back then it was, "this kid is talking back to his parents!" You don't think much of me, do you, boy? No, sir! I think the best comedy is always offending somebody. I think it takes kind of a healthy disrespect For everything americans hold dear. And a lot of times we've been lucky in offending exactly the right people. We'd say, "well, this will certainly offend these people who we don't like," And it does, and we're quite thrilled with that. [♪...] Spurlock: And bill donohue of the catholic league Has made an entire career out of being offended. Donohue: The catholic league was founded in 1973 by father virgil blum. We're basically here just to hold up a stop sign When people may cross the line Into disdain, disparagement, insult. November of '98 in particular was one of the first times That the phones were ringing off the hook about the simpsons. Mom, can we go catholic so we can get communion wafers and booze? What are catholics supposed to be, a piñata? Are we supposed to be like, like, the, the guy that you can just b*at up on? One of my favorite offensive moments was one When we were trying not to be offensive, but were accused of it. It was a super bowl episode. [horn honks] Donohue: You got this gal, you know, skimpily-- a buxom girl-- And she's running around with the big cross, saying, "hey, it's a great thing to be catholic-- look, everything is changing in our society." It leaves an impression in the mind of the viewer That the catholic church really is something That's fair game to be ridiculed and mocked in some form or another. The network calls and says, "you can't say 'the catholic church'." What it does is I think it eats away At the moral prestige of the catholic church. And I tried to explain, "that isn't the joke. "we're not attacking their religion. "it's just a crazy association with this commercial-- It's about super bowl commercials," And they kept arguing the point, "no, it's offensive, it's offensive," And finally, you know, he said, "all right, I'll tell you, we can compromise. Could you change it to methodist?" How about methodist? No! To all you catholics out there, we meant nothing by it. Bill donohue may be overly concerned with the lasting effects The simpsons has had on the catholic church, But that's nothing compared to what the simpsons have done to nuclear power. [♪...] Here I am at the nuclear power plant in port gibson, mississippi. ...I'm gonna see if the simpsons does these uranium jockeys justice. I'm morgan. I'm richard. Richard, pleasure to meet you. So how do you think homer and the simpsons Portray nuclear power? It's definitely not reality. Gum used to seal crack in cooling tower. Plutonium rod used as paperweight. [drip, plop, sizzle] I think it's probably fair to say that most americans Learn about nuclear energy from the simpsons. I don't think anybody in our industry would tell you That it's a fair representation. Chair goes round, chair goes round... Where is sector 7-g? Female automated voice: Warning: Problem in sector 7-g. I don't know what that is. That's where homer works. There are no homers in the control room. [♪...] [scratches, gulps, belches] Peterson: In fact, he wouldn't even pass the psychology evaluation To get into the pipeline to try to be a nuclear power employee. There's a problem with the reactor?! We're all gonna die! Ahh! Ahh! Run! We hear a lot about blinky the fish. Spurlock: And nothing irks the nuclear power industry Quite as much as springfield's favorite little mutant. Really, a lot of the facilities we have today are home to endangered species-- Manatees live near the sites in florida. Aah! An oogly-boogly! No three-eyed fish around here? No three-eyed fish. No two-headed dogs? No two-headed dogs. Have you seen any three-eyed fish in the water around the...? I have not. I once saw a tw o-headed cow in kansas. Did you? I did. I've never been to kansas, but I have seen a two-headed cow. See? [♪...] [music changes] [film projector clicking...] My name is professor paul halpern Of the university of the sciences, And I would like to talk about the episode "two cars in every garage and three eyes on every fish." All right! Three-eyed fish! In real life, three-eyed fish, whenever they've been found, have been only hoaxes. Here, we have an example of a fish. [ding] As you can see... [ding, ding] this fish has two eyes. Therefore, the fish found near springfield's nuclear power plant Could not have been real. [music ends] There's a lot of reasons Why the simpsons are loved by so many different people... But there's one reason in particular that folks keep coming back to. What do you love about the show? Homer. Homer... Homer... Homer.... Homer... Homer... Homer. Homer simpson. Why do you like homer? 'cause he's such an idiot. Shut up, brain, or I'll s*ab you with a q-tip. A guy like homer seems a lot of fun, but really from a distance. Mirkin: He just lives so in the moment. He's so all-id. He is as happy as anybody can be. He is as angry as anybody can be. He is as loving as anybody can be. He is as petty as anybody can be. Homer, you're not not talking to me, And secondly I heard what you said. I think it was john swartzwelder who said that writing homer, You have to approach it As if you were writing a dog who can talk. Homer: Ooh, floor pie! Whoa! Spurlock: But as much as we americans love homer, Turns out that all around the world, that love is universal. Homer: Aw... It's possible that they look at homer and they go, "that's what americans are like," So there's a little bit of laughing at us and not with us. Mmm... Fattening. He's fat, he's lazy, he's obnoxious, he's crazy. Americans, they like the finer things in life, Like donuts and beer and hot dogs and pretzels. But you love him, yeah? Everyone loves homer simpson. I think everyone can see a bit of themselves in homer Or at least one of the other characters. Stupid TV... Be more funny! It's one of the shows that puts down america, that makes fun of america, That doesn't have to have the attitude, "america's number one and there's nothing wrong with us." [honking horn]: U-s-a! U-s-a! U-s-a! What does the show teach you about america? [romantic music...] Man: ♪ señor plow... ♪ Spurlock: No country has been more outspoken in their love for the simpsons than argentina. Here in the land of tango, mate, and copyright infringement, The simpsons movie was the highes t-grossing film of 2007, And homer is everywhere on the streets of buenos aires. Argentines love the simpsons so much that they actually have a duff brewery. Lucas pouyau started it back in 2007. How did you start bottling duff beer? Uh... We was watching the simpsons. Who wants to party?! I went to the kitchen, I opened the fridge, And I think, "why you no have a duff here?" Yeah... I want a duff! Yeah. Yeah. What's been the response from america? Are they happy that you're making duff beer? Uh... I don't know. Spurlock: Americans love it so much, in fact, That fox has a pending lawsuit against the duff brewery. Oh, yeah... [both laugh] [tango playing...] Are they like your family? Yes. Yeah? We have, uh, people like moe, people like seymour skinner, Teachers like krabappel who are single and desperately looking for a man. [both laugh] I have a... A tattoo. You have a tattoo. Yes, it's of the stonecu... Cutters. Oh, the stonecutters. Yes, it's on my back. Oh, that. It's just a birthmark... And I'll thank you not to stare! To the simpsons! All: To the simpsons! Why is the simpsons so successful? People have a lot of theories, as to why that's the case. Here's the one thing no one talks about: Their eyes look like boobs. [pacifier pops] I feel like I could go anywhere in the world, And if they were about to put a Kn*fe in me, I could quickly draw, you know, a bart and hold it up and go... "uh... Uh uh... Write." [indistinct accent]: And they'd be like, "ah... Let him go. Let this one go." I'm not sure what country I'm in when I do that, but... This is the greatest thrill of my life! Whoo-hoo! Spurlock: But as much as the world loves homer, There's no question that he's caused his family A share of rocky moments over the years. As a parent, what does the show teach you about parenting? What not to do. Yeah. Homer's not a perfect dad, bart's obviously not a perfect son, Marge is just trying to hold it all together... It is so dysfunctional of a family! [rip, crash] What was that? Ah, who cares? By having a nuclear family and having them dysfunctional Tapped into everyone feeling kind of like Their own family is dysfunctional. It's just hard not to listen to TV. It's spent so much more time raising us than you have. I think the simpsons could very well be on our show. It'd be such a poster for dysfunction That, frankly, I would well up just watching them. I need a hug. All: Uh... I don't want you even to talk about dysfunction. This is a perfect couple! Cara mia... Dr. Ruth: They love each other. Jim brooks always said that the reason we love homer Is 'cause marge loves homer, But I also think that we love homer because homer loves marge. No matter what else, When it comes down to it, the family sticks together. I don't think the simpsons would work If you didn't believe that marge and homer loved each other, and you do. The secret is that they talk to each other, that they have a relationship. I'm a lucky woman. and I'm a wonderful man. that they don't just have sex. [sighing...] Actually, the sex is really good... yeah. [homer growls, marge laughs] Heh-heh. Ooh... one of the things I love about current fandom is that people are so invested in the show that they are willing to criticize the show to our faces! The people who say, as it was five years ago! It's like, "well, neither are you, if that's the problem." There's nobody who ever went online to read comments about anything they've done that doesn't come away with one... one sullen [bleep] someplace... [laughs] who says the thing that will... that you have to have surgically removed from your brain. I think the internet message boards used to be a lot funnier 10 years ago... and i've sort of stopped, uh, stopped reading their new posts. Spurlock: over the past 20 years, the simpsons family has literally traveled around the world. 10,000 yen for coleslaw? [plays didgeridoo] I'll endanger you! and while most countries are grateful to be featured on the show, not every nation is in love with america's first family of television. the simpsons are going to antarctica! next year. this year, brazil. Spurlock: in 2002,  caused quite a stir when the family visited rio de janeiro. portrayals of teleboobies, kidnapping and colored rats were not taken lightly. ooh, they look like skittles! [whistle blows, brazilian music plays...] Spurlock: I met with paula gobe, former head of the foreign press in brazil, to find out why the country of sex and samba was so offended by the casual observations of the simpsons. ...did the people of brazil understand that  offends everybody? no, they didn't understand it. you know, like an adolescent, they are still very sensitive to criticism. the sore that it raised is still there in rio de janeiro... seven years later. Spurlock: with limited time in rio, I had to check out what the city is most famous for: parties and beaches. and if I learned everything from this episode of  it's what to wear. Lifeguard: [blows whistle] excuse me, americans, there is a dress code on this beach. when you're in brazil, we have a thing that we call the brazilian way. the drunkenness, the ambiguous sexuality. we were born like this! we're not, like, bad people. well, I thought the people were most offended by the monkeys. [monkeys screeching...] The fact of these monkeys running after them in the shantytown. Child: I am like sugar to them! It made rio look like a very backwards city. Do you feel like that episode hurt brazil? Nery much, very much. Brazil has lots of structural problems. So, like, problems with the security, problems with the health system. no monkey gangs? [laughs] no monkey gangs. no? o.k. there's monkeys in rio de janeiro, and actually I think that's something that's really beautiful. the beauty, the sun, the people, the music, the rhythm, the vibration. the rats painted like skittles. right. [laughs] for stirring up controversy has always been a badge of honor. but it turns out brazil isn't the only place where the show has sown the seeds of unrest. [bagpipes and rock music playing...] Scotland's a far cry from the tranquil streets of springfield, but the country of haggis and braveheart is home to one famous springfieldian. willie?! Spurlock: While there's no question scotland is willie's homeland, his actual hometown is still a matter of debate. On opposing sides of the divide: former glasgow provost liz cameron and aberdeen football coach mark mcghee. Each of them is leading their respective city in a fierce battle to claim willie as their own. ...how do you know that groundskeeper willie is a glaswegian? some years ago, he fell in love with an english nanny. Willie: shary bobbins and I were engaged to be wed back in the old country. she spurned him! he was completely and utterly bereft. suddenly, the ugliest man in glasgow wasn't good enough for her! Spurlock: for glasgow, that's all the evidence they need. but 145 miles to the north, in the highland town of aberdeen, a very different story is being told. the town and its very popular football team know for sure that willie is one of them. [sleepily]: muh? huh? what? go, aberdeen! [snores] All: go, aberdeen! Spurlock: I met with coach mark mcghee to get the full story. ...apparently they say he's glaswegian. I think all the evidence for me points to him being an aberdonian. he doesn't speak with a glaswegian accent, he doesn't dress in any sort of glaswegian way. Spurlock: and aberdeen football club has more than just willie's word as proof of where his allegiance lies. we do of course have the photographs that we've unearthed. you can see clearly willie, here celebrating a goal. Spurlock: even with mark mcghee's photographic evidence, the feud shows no sign of dying. so the world may never know from where willie actually hails, but one thing is certain: he definitely left his ginger-haired mark in the hearts and minds of those who know him stateside. north americans were asked what reminds them of scotland, what do they associate when they think of scotland and the scots. over the years, scotland's given a number of gifts to the world. there's the TV, the telephone, there's penicillin, deep-fried mars bars, loch ness monster, dolly the cloned sheep, sean connery and even susan boyle. and eventually when it came back, there was only one winner, and it was groundskeeper willie. [crowd gasps in dismay] Ah, 'tis no more that what god gave me, you puritan pukes! Spurlock: The Simpsons has been on the air for such a long time that even die-hard fans probably take it for granted. at this point, the show's like running water or electricity or the absence of the berlin wall, but to truly appreciate the impact the show has had, we have to do the unthinkable and imagine what it would be like if The Simpsons never existed. if The Simpsons never existed, the world would have been destroyed in a nuclear holocaust a long time ago. this is the show that has kept the world alive and the world laughing instead of k*lling. desolation! I mean, cultural desolation... without The Simpsons... it'd be like, you know, a cormac mccarthy novel-- just scorched earth, nothing. I think I would be loading tires in a warehouse and i'd be drawing pictures of the foreman on the walls during my breaks. I would be a professional ballroom dancer. i'd probably be looking for acting jobs. my world would be a lot worse... [laughs]...i would have to say. i'd be a lot poorer. I wouldn't be living in malibu. I would have a much uglier wife, I think. I don't know what the world would be like without beethoven's fifth, you know? if had never existed, I think i would probably be a math teacher. probably be still back in colorado. yeah, I don't think i'd be doing a whole lot with my life. yeah, I don't think so. I don't know what we would have done. we'd still have, uh, So you think you can dance... and America's next dance... and, uh,  Now that's what I call dancing... I don't want to imagine that- it's a horrible thought. a world without The Simpsons. how ridiculous. [expl*si*n] So my goal from the very beginning was to inv*de pop culture. That was my goal as an underground cartoonist: see how far I could carry this. And I consider every aspect of The Simpsons beyond the show as part of that whole strategy. My advice to any cartoonist out there is to try to make yourself laugh. Don't worry about what other people think is funny; do what you think is funny. That's where the best stuff comes from. That wasn't even in 3-d! and where were the ice skaters? Again, TV, you have misled us. Stupid, lying fox! Uh, wait! Here comes something! Announcer: o.k., kids, here it comes! put on your 3-d glasses! 3... 2... 1! [dramatic music...] [music ends] I liked it! [theme playing...] Spurlock: if you had to write the ending of the Simpsons how would it end? o'brien: marge is gonna take a good, hard look at homer and say, "he's so stupid. and he'd screwed us over so many times." it'd be humorless, it won't be funny... it'll just be her looking at homer and saying, "you are such a stupid son of a bitch. "i... you're endangering my children, you've destroyed the town 600,000 times, you... you're a thr*at to mankind. I'm leaving you, I'm leaving you forever." [door slams] Honey... the door blew shut... oh, fine.

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1x01 Wolf Moon Scott: Stiles, what the hell are you doing?! Stiles: You weren't answering your phone. Why do you have a bat? Scott: I thought you were a predator. Stiles: A pre - I - wha - look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police. Scott: For what? Stiles: Two joggers found a body in the woods. Scott: A d*ad body? Stiles: No, a body of water. Yes, dumb - ass, a d*ad body. Scott: You mean like m*rder? Stiles: Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20s. Scott: Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for? Stiles: That's the best part. They only found half. We're going. Scott: We're seriously doing this? Stiles: You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town. Scott: I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow. Stiles: Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort. Scott: No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line. Stiles: Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one. Scott: Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for? Stiles: Huh! I didn't even think about that. Scott: And, uh, what if whoever k*lled the body is still out here? Stiles: Also something I didn't think about. Scott: It's - comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail. Stiles: I know. Scott: Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh? Stiles: Wait, come on! Scott: Stiles! Wait up! Stiles! Stiles! Cop: Hold it right there! Sheriff: Hang on, hang on. This little delinquent belongs to me. Stiles: Dad, how are you doing? Sheriff: So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls? Stiles: No, heh. Not the boring ones. Sheriff: Now, where's your usual partner in crime? Stiles: Who, Scott? Sc - Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for first day back at school tomorrow. It's just me. In the woods. Alone. Sheriff: Scott, you out there? Scott? Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car. And you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy. Jackson: Dude - watch the paint job. Danny: Yo, Jackson, let's go, bro. Stiles: Okay, let's see this thing. Ooh! Scott: Yeah. Whoa! It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf. Stiles: A wolf bit you? Scott: Uh - huh. Stiles: No, not a chance. Scott: I heard a wolf howling. Stiles: No, you didn't. Scott: What do you mean, no, I didn't? How do you know what I heard? Stiles: Because California doesn't have wolves, okay? Not in like 60 years. Scott: Really? Stiles: Yes, really. There are no wolves in California. Scott: All right, well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body. Stiles: You - are you kidding me? Scott: No, man, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month. Stiles: Oh, god, that is freakin' awesome. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since - Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia - You look - Like you're gonna ignore me. You're the cause of this, you know. Scott: Uh - huh. Stiles: Draggin' me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I've been scarlet - nerded by you. Teacher: As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night. And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester. Allison: Mom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it. Everything except a pen. Oh, my God, I didn't actually forget a pen. Okay, okay. I gotta go. Love ya. Vice - Principal: Sorry to keep you waiting. So you were saying San Francisco isn't where you grew up? Allison: No, but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual in my family. Vice - Principal: Well, hopefully Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while. Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome. Allison: Thanks. Teacher: We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis, on page 133. Lydia: That jacket is absolutely k*ller. Where'd you get it? Allison: My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco. Lydia: And you are my new best friend. Hey, Jackson. Girl: Can someone tell me how new girl is here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique? Stiles: Because she's hot. Beautiful people herd together. Lydia: So, this weekend, there's a party. Allison: A party? Jackson: Yeah - Friday night. You should come. Allison: Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking. Jackson: You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage. Allison: You mean like football? Jackson: Football's a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse. We've won the state championship for the past three years. Lydia: Because of a certain team captain. Jackson: Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anywhere else - Allison: Well, I was going to - Lydia: Perfect - You're coming. Stiles: But if you play - I'll have no one to talk to on the bench. Are you really gonna do that to your best friend? Scott: I can't sit out again. My whole life is sitting on the sidelines. This season, I make first line. Coach: McCall! Scott: Yeah? Coach: You're on goal. Scott: I've never played. Coach: I know - scoring some sh*ts will give the boys a confidence boost. It's a first day back thing. Get 'em energized, fired up! Scott: What about me? Coach: Try not to take any in the face. Let's go! Come on! Allison: Who is that? Lydia: Him? I'm not sure who he is. Why? Allison: He's in my English class. Jackson: Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall! Allison: He seems like he's pretty good. Lydia: Oh, very good. Scott: God. Scott: I don't - I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I - I can - hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things. Stiles: Smell things? Like what? Scott: Like the mint - mojito gum in your pocket. Stiles: I don't even have any mint - mojito - So all this started with a bite. Scott: What if it's like an infection, like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something? Stiles: You know what? I actually think I've heard of this - It's a specific kind of infection. Scott: Are you serious? Stiles: Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called - lycanthropy. Scott: What's that? Is that bad? Stiles: Oh, yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month. Scott: Once a month? Stiles: Mm - hmm. On the night of the full moon. (howls) Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling. Scott: Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me. Stiles: I know! You're a werewolf! Rrr! Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's 'cause Friday's a full moon. Scott: No, I - I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler. Stiles: Maybe the k*ller moved the body. Scott: If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like 80 bucks. Derek: What are you doing here? Huh? This is private property. Stiles: Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know. Scott: Yeah, we were just looking for something, but - Uh, forget it. Uhm. All right, come on, I gotta get to work. Stiles: Dude, that was Derek Hale. You remember, right? He's only like a few years older than us. Scott: Remember what? Stiles: His family. They all b*rned to death in a f*re, like, ten years ago. Scott: I wonder what he's doing back. Stiles: Come on. Scott: Hey, kitties. Scott: Hi. Allison: I didn't see it. I took my eyes off the road for, like, two seconds to change the song on my iPod, and then this dog, it just came out of nowhere! Scott: It's all right, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right. Do you remember where it happened so I can send Animal Control to find it? Allison: No! I mean, yes, I know where I h*t it, but the dog is - Scott: Where is it? Allison: It's in my car. Scott: You okay? She's just frightened. Allison: That makes two of us. Scott: Let me see if I have any better luck. I think her leg is broken. I've seen the doctor do plenty of splints. I can do it myself and then give her a painkiller for now. Yeah, I have a shirt in my bag. Allison: Oh, I don't want to trouble you. Scott: Here. What? I didn't see anything. Allison: Thanks for doing this. I feel really stupid. Scott: How come? Allison: I don't know. 'Cause I freaked out like a total girl. Scott: You are a girl. Allison: I freaked out like a girly girl, and I'm not a girly girl. Scott: What kind of girl are you? Allison: Tougher than that. At least, I thought I was. Scott: Hey, I'd be freaked out too. In fact, I'd probably cry. And not like a man, either. Like the biggest girly girly ever. It'd be pathetic. Allison: Yeah, right. Scott: So - It looks like she's gonna live. And I'm pretty sure she'll even let you pet her now, if you want. Allison: I don't think so. Scott: Oh, come on. You don't want her to sue. I hear this breed is very litigious. You see? She likes you. Allison: What? Scott: Uh. Sorry. You have an eyelash on your cheek. Allison: Oh. It's from the crying. Thanks. Scott: Yeah. Scott: So, um - I was wondering - I mean - Is it really family night on Friday, or do you think maybe you'd like to go to that party with me? Allison: Family night was a total lie. Scott: So is that a yes, you'll go? Allison: Definitely yes. Scott: Good morning. Jackson: All right, little man. How 'bout you tell me where you're getting your juice. Scott: What? Jackson: Where are you getting your juice? Scott: My mom does all the grocery shopping. Jackson: Now, listen, McCall - You're gonna tell me exactly what it is and who you're buying it from, because there's no way in hell you're out there kicking ass on the field like that without some sort of chemical boost. Scott: Oh, you mean steroids. Are you on steroids? Jackson: What the hell is going on with you, McCall? Scott: What's going on with me? You really wanna know? Well, so would I! Because I can see, hear, and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear, and smell. I do things that should be impossible, I'm sleepwalking three miles into the middle of the woods, and I'm pretty much convinced that I'm totally out of my freaking mind! Jackson: You think you're funny - Don't you, McCall? I know you're hiding something. I'm gonna find out what it is. I don't care how long it takes. Stiles: Scott! Scott, wait up. Scott: Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination, man - Can it wait? Stiles: Just hold on, okay? I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods! Scott: Stiles, I gotta go. Stiles: Wait, no! Scott! You're not gonna believe what the animal was! It was a wolf. Coach: Let's go! Gather round! Bring it in, come on! Come on! Got a question, McCall? Scott: What? Coach: You raised your hand. You have a question? Scott: Oh - No. I was just, uh - Nothing. Sorry. Coach: Okay. You know how this goes. If you don't make the cut, you're most likely sitting on the bench for the rest of the season. You make the cut - You play. Your parents are proud. Your girlfriend loves ya! Huh? Everything else is, uh - Cream cheese. Now, get out there and show me whatcha got! Come on! Jackson: Let's go! Let's go! Coach: McCall! Get over here! What in God's name was that? This is a lacrosse field. What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team? Scott: No, coach. Coach: What the hell was that? Scott: I don't know. I - just trying to make the sh*t. Coach: Yeah, well, you made the sh*t. And guess what? You're startin', buddy. You made first line. Come on! Stiles: Get in. You gotta see this thing. I've been up all night reading - websites, books. All this information. Scott: How much Adderall have you had today? Stiles: A lot. Doesn't matter. Okay, just listen. Scott: Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it? Stiles: No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale. Scott: Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day. Stiles: Yeah! Yes. But that's not it, okay? Scott: What, then? Stiles: Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore. The wolf - the bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls? Scott: Should I? Stiles: It's a signal, okay? When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em. Scott: A whole pack of wolves? Stiles: No - Werewolves. Scott: Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour. Stiles: I saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay, what you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible. Scott: Yeah, so I made a good sh*t. Stiles: No, you made an incredible sh*t, I mean - The way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. Y'know, People can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore. Scott: Okay! Dude, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow. Stiles: Tomorrow?! What? No! The full moon's tonight. Don't you get it? Scott: What are you trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it? Stiles: I'm trying to help. You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak. Scott: Bloodlust? Stiles: Yeah, your urge to k*ll. Scott: I'm already starting to feel an urge to k*ll, Stiles. Stiles: You gotta hear this. "The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse." All right? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date. I'm gonna call her right now. Scott: What are you doing? Stiles: I'm canceling the date. Scott: No, give it to me! Scott: I'm sorry. I - I gotta go get ready for that party. I'm sorry. Scott: Mom! Melissa: Is this a party or a date? Scott: Maybe both. Melissa: And her name is - Scott: Allison. Melissa: Allison. Nice. Scott: Thank you. Melissa: We don't need to have a talk, do we? Scott: Mom, I'm not having the safe sex talk with you. Melissa: Oh, my God. No, I meant about keeping the t*nk full. Give me those back. Scott: Are you serious? Melissa: You bet your ass I am serious. I'm not gonna end up on some reality television show with a pregnant 16 - year - old. Come on! Allison: You okay? Scott: What? Yeah. I'm fine. Allison: Are you okay? Scott: I'll be right back. Stiles: Yo, Scott, you good? Girl: Are you okay? Derek: Allison. I'm a friend of Scott's. My name's Derek. Scott: Go away. Stiles: Scott, it's me. Let me in, Scott. I can help. Scott: No! Listen, you gotta find Allison. Stiles: She's fine, all right? I saw her get a ride from the party. She's - she's totally fine, all right? Scott: No, I think I know who it is. Stiles: You just let me in. We can try - Scott: It's Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one that bit me. He's the one that k*lled the girl in the woods. Stiles: Scott - Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party. Stiles: Scott! Stiles: Hi, Mrs. Argent. Um - You have no idea who I am. I'm a friend of your daughter's. Uh - Look, this is gonna sound kind of crazy, um - Really crazy, actually. You know what? Crazy doesn't even describe - Victoria: Allison! It's for you. Scott: Where is she? Derek: She's safe. From you. Scott: What did you do with her? Derek: Shh, quiet. Too late. They're already here. Run. Chris: Take him. Scott: Who were they? Derek: Hunters. The kind that have been hunting us for centuries. Scott: Us? You mean you! You did this to me! Derek: Is it really so bad, Scott? That you can see better - Hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope? You've been given something that most people would k*ll for. The bite is a gift. Scott: I don't want it. Derek: You will. And you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it. So you and me, Scott - We're brothers now. Scott: You know what actually worries me the most? Stiles: If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head. Scott: She probably hates me now. Stiles: Ugh. I doubt that. But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or, you know, you could just - Tell her the truth and - Revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a frickin' werewolf. Okay, bad idea. Hey, we'll get through this. Come on, if I have to, I'll chain you up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once. I could do it. Allison: So what happened? You left me stranded at the party. Scott: Yeah, I - I know, I know. I'm really sorry, I am. But - You're gonna have to trust that I had a really good reason. Allison: Did you get sick? Scott: I definitely had an att*ck of something. Allison: Am I gonna get an explanation? Scott: Can you just find it in your heart to trust me on this one? Allison: Am I gonna regret this? Scott: Probably. So is that a yes on a second chance? Allison: Definitely yes. That's my dad. I better go.

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1x02 Second Chance at First Line Stiles: Did you apologize to Allison? Scott: Yeah. Stiles: Is she giving you a second chance or - Scott: Yeah. Stiles: Yeah! All right. So everything's good. Scott: No. Stiles: No? Scott: Remember - The hunters. Her dad is one of 'em. Stiles: Her dad? Scott: sh*t me - Stiles: Allison's father? Scott: With a crossbow. Stiles: Allison's father - Scott: Yes! Her father! Oh, my God. Stiles: No, Scott. Snap back. You okay? Hey, all right? He didn't recognize you, right? Scott: No. N - no. I don't think so. Stiles: Does she know about him? Scott: Oh, yeah. I don't know. What if she does? This is gonna k*ll me, man. Stiles: Okay, just focus on lacrosse. Okay, here, Scott. Take this. Take this, and focus on lacrosse for now, okay? That's all you gotta do, yeah? Scott: Lacrosse. Stiles: Here we go! Coach: Let's go! One - on - one from up top! Jackson - Take a long stick today. Atta boy. That's how you do it! Greenberg, take a lap. Let's go. Faster, Greenberg! Let's go. McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go. Hey, McCall. Hey, McCall! Jackson: You sure you still want to be first line, McCall? Coach: My - my grandmother can move faster than that. And she's d*ad. You think you can move faster than the - lifeless corpse of my d*ad grandmother? Scott: Yes, coach. Coach: I can't hear you. Scott: Yes, coach. Coach: Then do it again. McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again! Let's go! Stiles: Scott? Scott, you okay? Coach: Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Scott: I can't control it, Stiles. It's happening. Stiles: What? Right here? Now? Come on, get up. Come on. Come on. Stiles: Come on, here we go. There. That's it. You okay? Scott, you okay? Scott: Get away from me! Scott: Stiles - What happened? Stiles: You tried to k*ll me. It's like I told you before. It's the anger. It's your pulse rising. It's a trigger. Scott: But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed. Stiles: Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up k*lling someone on the field. You can't play Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game. Scott: I'm first line. Stiles: Not anymore. Melissa: Hey. Late shift again for me. But I am taking Saturday off to see your first game. Scott: Oh, mom, you can't. Melissa: Oh, no, I can and I will. Come on, one shift isn't gonna break us. Completely. Hey, what's wrong with your eyes? You look like you haven't slept in days. Scott: Oh, uh, it's nothing. I'm just - stressed. Melissa: Just stress? Nothin' else? Scott: Homework. Melissa: I mean, it's not like you're on drugs or anything, right? Scott: Right now? Melissa: Right now? I'm sorry, what do you mean "right now"? Have you ever taken drugs? Scott: Have you? Melissa: Get some sleep. Scott: What'd you find out? Stiles: Well, it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder. Scott: Because of me? Stiles: Because he's a tool. Scott: But is he gonna play? Stiles: Well, they don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday. [typing: It looks like - someone's behind you.] Scott: What? It looks like what? Come on. Damn it. What? Derek: I saw you on the field. Scott: Wha - what are you talking about? Derek: You shifted in front of them! If they find out what you are, they find out about me. About all of us. And then it's not just the hunters after us, it's everyone. Scott: But - They didn't see anything! I..s - swear, I - Derek: And they won't! Because if you even try to play in that game on Saturday - I'm gonna k*ll you myself. Coach: What do you mean, you can't play the game tomorrow night? Scott: I mean - I can't play the game tomorrow night. Coach: You can't wait to play the game tomorrow night. Scott: No, coach, I can't play the game tomorrow night. Coach: I'm not following. Scott: I'm having some personal issues. Coach: Is it a girl? Scott: No. Coach: Is it a guy? You know, our goalie Danny is gay. Scott: Yeah, I know, coach, but that's not it. Coach: You don't think Danny's a - good - lookin' guy? Scott: I - think he's good - looking. I - but I - I like girls. And that's not it, anyway! I - I - Coach: What, is it drugs? Are you doing meth? Because I had a brother that was addicted to meth. You should have seen what it did to his teeth - They were all cracked and rotted. It was - it was disgusting. Scott: My - God. What happened to him? Coach: He got veneers. Is - is that what this is about? Are you afraid of getting hurt, McCall? Scott: No - I'm - Having some issues dealing with aggression. Coach: Well, here's the good news. That's why you play lacrosse. Problem solved. Scott: Coach, I can't play the game tomorrow night. Coach: Listen, McCall, part of playing first line is taking on the responsibility of being first line. Now, if you can't shoulder that responsibility, then you're back on the bench until you're ready. Scott: If I don't play the game, you're taking me off first line? Coach: McCall, play the game. Allison: Hey. Scott: Hey. Allison: Busy? Scott: No, no, it's just, uh, my mom, she's nothing. I mean, it's nothing. Uh, I'm never busy for you. Allison: I like the sound of that. I have to run to French class, but I wanted you to know that I'm coming to see you play tomorrow. Scott: You are? Allison: And we're all going out afterwards. You, me, Lydia, Jackson. It's gonna be great. Tell Stiles to come too. Uh, save me a seat at lunch. I gotta go. Scott: God. Lydia: Why is there a rumor going around that you're not playing tomorrow? Scott: 'Cause I'm sort of not. Lydia: I think you sort of are. Especially when you brutally injure my boyfriend by ramming into him. Scott: He brutally injured himself ramming into me. Lydia: Jackson's gonna play tomorrow. But he's not gonna be at his peak, and I prefer my boyfriend at peak performance. Scott: Okay. Lydia: I date the captain of the winning lacrosse team, and if they start off the season losing, I date the captain of the losing lacrosse team. I don't date losers. Scott: Losing one game isn't gonna k*ll anyone. In fact, it might even save someone. Lydia: Fine! Don't play. We'll probably win anyway. Then we'll go out after, like we were planning - and I'll introduce Allison to all the hot players on the team. And Scott McCall can stay home, surfing the net for p*rn. Teacher: Mr. McCall, you're not even close to solving your problem. Scott: Tell me about it. Stiles: Hey, come here. Scott: What? Stiles: Come here. Tell me what they're saying. Can you hear 'em? Sheriff: I want everyone under the age of 18 to be in their home by 9:30 p.m. We'd like to institute the curfew, effective immediately. Principal: Look, we don't - Scott: Curfew because of the body. Stiles: Unbelievable. My dad's out looking for a rabid animal, while the jerk - off who actually k*lled the girl is just hangin' out, doing whatever he wants. Scott: Well, you can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek. Stiles: I can do something. Scott: Like what? Stiles: Find the other half of the body. Scott: Are you kidding? Lydia: This is Allison. Lacrosse player: Hi. Nice to meet you. Lydia: She's the new girl. She just moved here. Lacrosse player: Oh, how do you like it? Allison: I like it. Scott: So Lydia's introducing you to everyone? Allison: She's being so unbelievably nice to me. Scott: I wonder why. Allison: Maybe she gets how much being the new girl can suck. Scott: Where did you get that? Allison: My jacket? It was in my locker. I think Lydia brought it back from the party. She has my combination - Scott: Did she say she brought it back or did somebody give her the jacket? Allison: Like who? Scott: Like Derek. Allison: Your friend? Scott: He's not my friend. How much did you talk to him when he drove you home? Allison: Mmm, not much at all. Scott: What did you say? Allison: I - gotta get to class. Scott: Allison - Allison: No, I really have to go. Scott: Derek! Derek! Stay away from her! She doesn't know anything! Derek: Yeah? What if she does? You think your little buddy Stiles can just google werewolves, and now you got all the answers, is that it? You don't get it yet, Scott, but I'm looking out for you. Think about what could happen. You're out on the field. The aggression takes over. And you shift in front of everyone. Your mom, all your friends. And when they see you - everything falls apart. Stiles: What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And, yes, I've had a lot of Adderall, so - Scott: I found something at Derek Hale's. Stiles: Are you kidding? What? Scott: There's something buried there - I could smell blood. Stiles: That's awesome! I mean, that's terrible. Whose blood? Scott: I don't know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the m*rder. And then you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there's no way I'm not playing that game. Stiles: Hey. Scott: Okay. Stiles: Good luck, I guess. Stiles: Hey, Lydia. You probably don't remember me. Um, I sit behind you in Biology. Uh, anyway, I always thought that we just had this kind of connection. Unspoken, of course. Maybe it'd be kind of cool to, get to know each other a little better. Lydia: Hold on, give me a second. Yeah, I didn't get any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating? Stiles: No. Sorry. I'll just sit. You don't care. Lydia: Okay. Did he do it? Jackson: He said not to make a habit of it, but one cortisone sh*t won't k*ll me. Lydia: You should get one right before the game too. The pros do it all the time. You want to be a little high school amateur? Or - do you want to go - pro? Stiles: Holy god! Scott: The scent was the same. Stiles: You sure? Scott: Yes. Stiles: So he did bury the other half of the body on his property? Scott: Which means we have proof he k*lled the girl. Stiles: I say we use it. Scott: How? Stiles: Tell me something first. Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek, or because you want to play in the game, and he said you couldn't? Scott: There are bite marks on the legs, Stiles - bite marks. Stiles: Okay. Then we're gonna need a shovel. Scott: Wait, something's different. Stiles: Different how? Scott: I don't know. Let's just get this over with. Scott: This is taking way too long. Stiles: Just keep going. Scott: What if he comes back? Stiles: Then we get the hell out of here. Scott: What if he catches us? Stiles: I have a plan for that. Scott: Which is? Stiles: You run one way. I run the other. Whoever he catches first, too bad. Scott: I hate that plan. Stiles: Oh, stop, stop, stop. Scott: Hurry. Stiles: I'm trying. Did he have to tie the thing in, like, 900 knots? Scott: I'll do it. Stiles: What the hell is that? Scott: It's a wolf. Stiles: Yeah, I can see that. I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood. Scott: I told you something was different. Stiles: This doesn't make sense. Scott: We gotta get out of here. Stiles: Yeah. Okay, help me cover this up. Scott: What's wrong? Stiles: You see that flower? Scott: What about it? Stiles: I think it's wolfsbane. Scott: What's that? Stiles: Uh - Haven't you ever seen the Wolf Man? Scott: No. Stiles: Lon Chaney Jr.? Claude Rains? The original, classic werewolf movie? Scott: No! What? Stiles: You are so unprepared for this. Scott: Stiles. Stiles: Holy - Scott: No. Oh, God. Stiles: Okay, just so you know, I'm not afraid of you. Okay, maybe I am. Doesn't matter. I just wanna know something. The girl you k*lled - she was a werewolf. She was a different kind, wasn't she? I mean, she could turn herself into an actual wolf, and I know Scott can't do that. Is that why you k*lled her? Derek: Why are you so worried about me when it's your friend who's the problem? When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're gonna do. Just keep cheering him on? I can't stop him from playing, but you can. And, trust me - you want to. Sheriff: There. Stand. What the hell do you think you're doing? Stiles: I'm just trying to help. Sheriff: Okay, well, how 'bout you help me understand exactly how you came across this. Stiles: We were looking for Scott's inhaler. Sheriff: Which he dropped when? Stiles: The other night. Sheriff: The other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body. Stiles: Yes. Sheriff: The night that you told me you were alone and Scott was at home. Stiles: Yes. No. Oh, crap. Sheriff: So you lied to me. Stiles: That depends on how you define lying. Sheriff: Well, I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it? Stiles: Mm, reclining your body in a horizontal position? Sheriff: Get the hell out of here. Stiles: Absolutely. Scott: I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial. Stiles: Just keep looking. Maybe it's like a ritual or something, like maybe they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it's like a special skill, you know? Like something you have to learn. Scott: I'll put it on my to - do list, right underneath figuring out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight. Stiles: Maybe it's different for girl werewolves. Scott: Okay! Stop it! Stiles: Stop what? Scott: Stop saying "werewolves"! Stop enjoying this so much. Stiles: Are you okay? Scott: No! No, I'm not. I'm so far from being okay. Stiles: You know, you're gonna have to accept this, Scott, sooner or later. Scott: I can't. Stiles: Well, you're gonna have to. Scott: No! I can't breathe. Aah! Ah, pull over! Stiles: Why? What's happening? Scott: You kept it? Stiles: What was I supposed to do with it? Scott: Stop the car! Stiles: Okay - Okay. We're good, you can - Scott? Scott? Operator: Stiles, you know you can't call the dispatch line when I'm on duty. Stiles: I just need to know if you've gotten any odd calls. Operator: Odd how? Stiles: Uh, like an odd person or - a dog - like individual roaming the streets. Operator: I'm hanging up on you now. Stiles: No! Wai - wai - wai - wai - wait! Operator: Good bye! Chris: My god. Allison: Dad? Dad! What the hell are you doing? Chris: He - he came out of nowhere, Allison. Allison: Are you trying to k*ll him? Chris: No, no, of course not. He just - he just ran out into the driveway. Scott: I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'm sorry. Allison: You okay? Scott: Yeah. Y - yeah, I'm fine. I swear. Sorry I h*t your car. I was just coming to say hi. Chris: You sure you're okay? Scott: Yeah. Yeah, completely. Uhh. I should go, I've got a - lacrosse game to get to. You're still coming, right? Allison: Of course I'm coming. Chris: We both are. Scott: You gonna try to convince me not to play? Stiles: I just hope you know what you're doing. Scott: If I don't play, I lose first line and Allison. Stiles: Allison's not going anywhere. And it's one game that you really don't need to play. Scott: I wanna play! I wanna be on the team. I wanna go out with Allison. I want a semi - freaking normal life. Do you get that? Stiles: I get it. Just try not to worry too much while you're out there, okay? Or get too angry. Scott: I got it. Stiles: Or stressed. Scott: I got it. Stiles: Don't think about Allison being in the stands. Or that her father's trying to k*ll you. Or that Derek's trying to k*ll you. Or the girl he k*lled. Or that you might k*ll someone. If a hunter doesn't k*ll you first - I'm sorry. I'll stop. Good luck. Lydia: Scott - I just want you to remember one thing for tonight. Scott: Uh - Winning isn't everything? Lydia: Nobody likes a loser. Coach: How's the shoulder? Jackson: It's fine. Coach: You feel any pain? Jackson: No. Coach: What if I gave it a big ol' punch? Would you - would you feel any pain then? Jackson: Maybe. Coach: Listen, just go out there. Just give it your best. If you feel any pain, just - Jackson: Just..keep - playing? Coach: That's my boy. Scott: Please let this be okay. Please. Sheriff: Hey, kid. Stiles: Hey. Sheriff: So, you think you'll see any action tonight? Stiles: Action? Maybe. Referee: Down! Scott: Please. Referee: Set! Coach: That's it, Jackson! Get fired up! Fired up! Stiles: Brutal. Oh, this is not gonna be good. Jackson: Only to me. Danny: But what if he's open? Jackson: Who's the captain, you or me? Danny: Jackson, come on, dude, I just wanna win. Jackson: We will win. Danny: But - Jackson: What did I say? Huh? What - did - I say? Danny: Don't pass to McCall. Referee: You okay, kid? Chris: Which one is Scott again? Lydia: Number 11. Otherwise known as the only one who hasn't caught a single ball this entire game. Allison: I hope he's okay. Lydia: I hope we're okay. We need to win this. Allison. A little help here? Referee: Down! Set! Stiles: Yes! That's what I - What? What? Coach: McCall! Pass to McCall! Referee: Set! Coach: Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball? Stiles: Yes, I believe so, coach. Coach: Interesting. Goal! Yes! Yes! There you go. Wha - Way to go, McCall! What? The ball's in the net. Stiles: Ball's in the net. Coach: That's the goal of the game, is get the ball in the net! We got it. Referee: Down! Opponent: Hey, what the hell's up with your teammate, man? What's he on? Jackson: I don't know. Yet. Referee: Set! Stiles: No, no. Scott, no, no. Melissa: Come on, come on. Allison: You can do it, Scott. You can do it, Scott. Stiles: Yes! Ha! Oh, my God. Stiles: Dad, what's wrong? Allison: Scott? Scott, are you here? Scott? Scott? Allison: Hey, are you okay? Scott. You scared me. Are you all right? Scott: Yeah. Sorry, I - just got kind of lightheaded for a sec. Allison: Maybe it's the adrenaline. You were pretty amazing out there. Scott: I'm sorry for acting really weird today. Allison: It's okay. I can handle weird. Scott: To be totally honest, you, uh - make me kind of nervous. Allison: I do? Scott: Yeah, kind of like really nervous. I just—I - Wanna make sure I get my second chance. Allison: You already have it. I'm just waiting for you to take it. Scott: Well - maybe I need to learn to take more chances. Allison: Maybe you do. Allison: I gotta get back to my dad. Hi, Stiles. Stiles: Hey, yeah. Scott: I kissed her. Stiles: I saw. Scott: She kissed me. Stiles: Saw that too. That's pretty good, huh? Scott: I - I - I don't know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it's not that bad. Stiles: Yeah, heh. We'll talk later, then. Scott: What? Stiles: The, uh, medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found. Scott: And - Stiles: Well, I'll keep it simple. Medical examiner determines k*ller of girl to be animal, not human. Derek's human, not animal. Derek not k*ller. Derek let out of jail. Scott: Are you kidding? Stiles: No, and here's a bigger kick in the ass. My dad I.D.'d the d*ad girl. Both halves. Her name was Laura Hale. Scott: Hale? Stiles: Derek's sister.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "01x02 - Second Chance at First Line"}

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1x03 Pack Mentality Scott: Come on. Allison: Where are you taking me? Scott: Somewhere where we can be alone. Allison: We are alone. Scott: Somewhere where we can be more alone. Come on. Allison: What's wrong? Scott: Get away. Allison: Scott? Scott? Scott: Get away from me. Stiles: So you k*lled her? Scott: I don't know. I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before. Stiles: Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently. Scott: "A," I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real, and "B," never give me that much detail about you in bed again. Stiles: Noted. Let me take a guess here - Scott: No, I know, you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out. Stiles: No, of course not. Yeah, that's totally it. Hey, come on, it's gonna be fine, all right? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a lycanthropy for beginners class you can take. Scott: Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher. Stiles: Who, Derek? You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail? Scott: Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real. Stiles: How real? Scott: Like it actually happened. Stiles: I think it did. Stiles: She's probably fine. Scott: She's not answering my texts, Stiles. Stiles: It could just be a coincidence, all right? A seriously amazing coincidence. Scott: Just help me find her, okay? Do you see her? Stiles: No. Allison: You scared the hell outta me. Scott: You're okay. Allison: Once my heart starts beating again, yeah. What? Scott: I'm just happy to see you. Speaker: Attention, students, this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses. While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as scheduled. Allison: Save me a seat at lunch? Scott: Yeah. Jackson: What are you looking at, asswipe? Scott: Maybe it was my blood on the door. Stiles: Could have been animal blood. You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something. Scott: And did what? Stiles: Ate it. Scott: Raw? Stiles: No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven. I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything. Harris: Mr. Stilinksi, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while. I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes? Stiles: No. Harris: Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much. Harley: Hey, I think they found something. Scott: That's not a rabbit. Stiles: Okay. This is good, this is good. He got up, he's not d*ad. d*ad guys can't do that. Scott: Stiles - I did that. Stiles: But dreams aren't memories. Scott: Then it wasn't a dream. Something happened last night, and I can't remember what. Stiles: What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers? Scott: Because during the full moon he wasn't changed. He was in total control while I was running around in the middle of the night attacking some totally innocent guy. Stiles: You don't know that. Scott: I don't not know it. I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel. Stiles: No, you're not cancelling, okay? You can't just cancel your entire life. We'll figure it out. Lydia: Figure what out? Scott: Just, uh, homework. Stiles: Yeah. Why is she sitting with us? Allison: Thanks. Jackson: Get up. Guy: How come you never ask Danny to get up? Danny: Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot. So I hear they're saying it's some type of animal att*ck. Probably a cougar. Jackson: I heard mountain lion. Lydia: A cougar is a mountain lion. Isn't it? Jackson: Who cares? The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway. Stiles: Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out. Reporter: The Sheriff's department won't speculate on details of the incident but confirmed the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive the att*ck. Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition. Scott: I know this guy. Allison: You do? Scott: Yeah, when I used to take the bus back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver. Lydia: Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please? Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night? You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right? Allison: Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do. Lydia: Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun. Scott: Hanging out? Like, the four of us? Do you wanna hang out, like us and them? Allison: Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun. Jackson: You know what else sounds fun? s*ab myself in the face with this fork. Lydia: How 'bout bowling? You love to bowl. Jackson: Yeah, with actual competition. Allison: How do you know we're not actual competition? You can bowl, right? Scott: Sort of. Jackson: Is it sort of, or yes? Scott: Yes. In fact, I'm a great bowler. Stiles: You're a terrible bowler. Scott: I know! I'm such an idiot. Stiles: God, it was like watching a car wreck. I mean, first it turned into the whole group date thing. And then out of nowhere comes that phrase. Scott: Hang out. Stiles: You don't hang out with hot girls, okay? It's like death. Once it's hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can start hanging out. Scott: How is this happening? I either k*lled a guy or I didn't. Stiles: I don't think Danny likes me very much. Scott: I ask Allison on a date, and now we're hanging out. Stiles: Am I not attractive to gay guys? Scott: I make first line, and the team captain wants to destroy me, and now—now I'm gonna be late for work. Stiles: Wait, Scott, you didn't - am I attractive to gay guy - you didn't answer my question. Scott: Sorry. Sorry. Deaton: You're all of two minutes late. Scott: I just don't want you to think I'm slacking. Deaton: Scott, I guarantee you, you're one of the least slacking kids in this town. Deaton: Hey, I see somebody's ready to get their stitches out. Sheriff: Hey there, Scott. You staying out of trouble? Scott: Yeah. Sheriff: Hey, listen, while I'm here, you mind taking a look at those pictures I was telling you about? Sacramento still can't determine an animal. Deaton: I'm not exactly an expert. This is the guy who was att*cked in the bus? Sheriff: Yeah. And we found wolf hairs on Laura Hale's body. Scott: A wolf? I mean, I think I read somewhere that wolves haven't been in California for, like, 60 years. Deaton: True enough, but wolves are highly migratory. They could have wandered in from another state driven by impulse or strong enough memory. Scott: Wolves have memories? Deaton: Longer - term memories, yes. Associated with a primal drive. See this one here? Sheriff: Yeah. Deaton: Those are claw marks. A wolf would have gone for the throat or the spinal cord with its teeth. Sheriff: So what do you think, it's a mountain lion? Deaton: I don't know. A wolf could chase down its prey, hobbling it by tearing at the ankles. And then the throat. Melissa: Is my beautiful, talented, and wonderful son actually bringing me dinner? Scott: Thought you wouldn't mind skipping the cafeteria tonight. Melissa: You are the most thoughtful, loving, most conniving little con artist ever. You are so not getting the car tomorrow night. Scott: Mom. Melissa: What? There's a curfew, no car. But I will take this. Love you. Scott: Love you too. Scott: Mr. Meyers. Are you okay? Melissa: What the hell are you doing in here? Get out! Now, go! Go, go. Police officer: It looks pretty deserted, dispatch. Did you want me to take a look inside? Operator: Unit 16, it's county property. Order's to make sure it's vacant. Police officer: I don't - I don't think anyone's home. Operator: For the love of God, 16, go inside and see if anyone's there. Police officer: Copy that. Don't do that. Okay, I'm coming. I'm coming. Scott: I know you can hear me. I need your help. Scott: Okay. I know I was part of you getting arrested and that we basically announced you being here to the hunters. I also don't know what happened to your sister. But I think I did something last night. I had a dream about - someone. But someone else got hurt. And it turns out that part of the dream might have actually happened. Derek: You think you att*cked the driver? Scott: Did you see what I did last night? Derek: No. Scott: Can you at least tell me the truth? Am I gonna hurt someone? Derek: Yes. Scott: Could I k*ll someone? Derek: Yes. Scott: Am I gonna k*ll someone? Derek: Probably. Look, I can show you how to remember. I can show you how to control the shift, even on a full moon. But it's not gonna come for free. Scott: What do you want? Derek: You'll find out. But for now, I'm gonna give you what you want. Go back to the bus. Go inside. See it, feel it. Let your senses - your sight, smell, touch - let them remember for you. Scott: That's it? Just - just go back? Derek: Do you want to know what happened? Scott: I just want to know if I hurt him. Derek: No, you don't. You want to know if you'll hurt her. Scott: Hey, no, just me. Someone needs to keep watch. Stiles: How come I'm always the guy keeping watch? Scott: Because there's only two of us. Stiles: Okay, why's it starting to feel like you're Batman and I'm Robin? I don't want to be Robin all the time. Scott: Nobody's Batman and Robin any of the time. Stiles: Not even some of the time? Scott: Just stay here. Stiles: Oh, my God! Fine. Stiles: Come on - come on - Scott: Go! Go! Go! Go! Stiles: Did it work? Did you remember? Scott: Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood - a lot of it was mine. Stiles: So you did att*ck him? Scott: No. I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek. Stiles: What about the driver? Scott: I think I was actually trying to protect him. Stiles: Wait, why would Derek help you remember that he att*cked the driver? Scott: That's what I don't get. Stiles: It's got to be a pack thing. Scott: What do you mean? Stiles: Like an initiation. You do the k*ll together. Scott: Because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience? Stiles: Yeah, but you didn't do it, which means you're not a k*ller. And it also means that - Scott: I can go out with Allison. Stiles: I was gonna say it means you won't k*ll me. Scott: Oh, yeah. That too. Lydia: Mmm, pass. Pass. Let me see. Pass. Pass. Uh, pass on all of it. Allison, respect for your taste is, uh, dwindling by the second. This. Allison: Dad, hello? Chris: Right. I'm sorry. I completely forgot to knock. Lydia: Hi, Mr. Argent. Allison: Dad, do you need something? Chris: I wanted to tell you that you'll be staying in tonight. Allison: What? I'm going out with my friends tonight. Chris: Not when some animal out there is attacking people. Allison: Dad, dad, I'm—uh - Chris: It's out of my hands. There's a curfew. No one's allowed out past 9:30 P.M. Hey, no more arguing. Lydia: Someone's daddy's little girl. Allison: Sometimes. But not tonight. Lydia: What are you doing? Allison: Eight years gymnastics. Are you coming? Lydia: I'll take the stairs. Scott: You look like you know what you're doing. Allison: Used to bowl with my dad. When was the last time you bowled? Scott: Uh, at a birthday party - When I was eight. Lydia: I'm so bad at this. Lydia: Somebody brought their "A" game. Scott: Good job. Jackson: You're up, McCall. Allison: You can do it, Scott. Allison: Jackson? Mind shutting up? Jackson: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm just flashing back to the words "I'm a great bowler." Allison: Maybe he just needs a little warm - up. Jackson: Yeah, maybe he just needs the kiddy bumpers. Allison: Just - just aim for the middle. Jackson: How about you aim for anything except for the gutter? Allison: Let him concentrate. Scott: Come on, just one pin, please. Jackson: Great job, McCall. Man, you are a pro. Allison: Don't worry. We only just started. Allison: Scott. You're thinking too much. Scott: I know, I'm sorry. I'm ruining this. Allison: No, no, not at all, but I wouldn't mind shutting them up, so just clear your head and think about something else. Scott: Like what? Allison: Anything. Think about me. Naked. Lydia: What did you say to him? Allison: Uh, I just gave him something to think about. Chris: Nice ride. Black cars, though. Very hard to keep clean. I would definitely suggest a little more maintenance. If you have something this nice, you want to take care of it, right? Personally, I'm very protective of the things I love. But that's something I learned from my family. And you don't have much of that these days. Do you? There we go. You can actually look through your windshield now. See how that makes everything so much clearer? Derek: You forgot to check the oil. Chris: Check the man's oil. Hunter: Looks good to me. Chris: Drive safely. Allison: That is seriously amazing. Jackson, uh, how many strikes is that? Jackson: It's six. In a row. Scott: Something just clicked, I guess. Allison: Maybe it's natural talent. Lydia: I could use some natural talent. You mind helping me out this time, Scott? Scott: No, you're good. Go for it. Lydia: Thanks for the vote of confidence. Jackson: Hey, I'll help. Lydia: How about I just try this on my own? I think I'm getting the hang of it. Allison: That was sort of perfect form. Lydia: Was it? Allison: Maybe you should stop pretending to suck just for his benefit. Lydia: Trust me, I do plenty of sucking just for his benefit. Scott: Nice sh*t, man. Listen, I know we both didn't want to be here. But the thing is, we don't have to hate each other. Jackson: I don't hate you. I just don't believe you. You know, you got everyone thinking everything's fine and normal about you, but I know something's off. You cheated tonight. Scott: How do you cheat in bowling? Jackson: I don't know, but you did. And I don't know if it's steroids or something weirder. I'm guessing something weirder since it's pretty obvious that you're a freak. So don't think for a second I've given up on finding out what your little secret is. Scott: I don't have any secrets. Jackson: Yeah, you do. And here's the other thing. I don't know why, but I think whatever it is you're hiding, you don't want her to find out about it, either. Derek: Open your eyes. Open your eyes. Look at me. What do you remember? Bus driver: Hale. Derek: How do you know my name? Bus driver: I'm sorry. Derek: How do you know me? Bus driver: I'm sorry. Melissa: Girl, I am outta here. There's a DVR at home full of unwatched TV waiting to remind me how ridiculously single I really am. Rose, call a Code, Room 137. Scott: So, uh, do you think we could hang out again soon? Allison: Definitely. But I have to admit something. Um, I'm not big on group dates. So next time, just the two of us. Scott: I could totally handle more of that. Allison: Great. Scott: Allison? Allison: And I could handle more of that - Melissa: Hey, Scott, I'm gonna go to - sleep. Seriously. Stiles, what the hell are you doing here? Stiles: What am I doing? God, do either of you even play baseball? Melissa: What? Can you please tell your friend to use the front door? Scott: But we lock the front door. He wouldn't be able to get in. Melissa: Yeah, exactly. And, by the way, do either of you care that there's a police - enforced curfew? Scott/Stiles: No. Melissa: No. All right then. Well, you know what? That's about enough parenting for me for one night, so good night. Scott: What? Stiles: My dad left for the hospital 15 minutes ago. It's the bus driver. They said he succumbed to his wounds. Scott: Succumbed? Stiles: Scott, he's d*ad. Scott: Derek! I know you're here! I know what you did! Derek: I didn't do anything. Scott: You k*lled him! Derek: He died. Scott: Like your sister died? Derek: My sister was missing. I came here looking for her. Scott: You found her. Derek: I found her in pieces, being used as bait to catch me. Scott: I think you k*lled them both. I'm gonna tell everyone, starting with the sheriff. Derek: That was cute. Derek: I didn't k*ll him. Neither of us did. It's not your fault, and it's not mine. Scott: This? This is all your fault! You ruined my life! Derek: No, I didn't. Scott: You're the one who bit me. Derek: No, I'm not. Scott: What? Derek: I'm not the one that bit you. Scott: There's another. Derek: It's called an Alpha. It's the most dangerous of our kind. You and I, we're betas. This thing is more powerful, more animal than either of us. My sister came here looking for him. Now I'm trying to find him. But I don't think I can do it without you. Scott: Why me? Derek: Because he's the one that bit you. You're part of his pack. It's you, Scott. You're the one he wants.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "01x03 - Pack Mentality"}

foreverdreaming

1x04 Magic b*llet Radio: In other news, local authorities remain perplexed by the animal att*cks plaguing Beacon Hills. Kate: Nice driving, Kate. Nice. No! No! No! Come on! Come on! Allison: What's going on? Chris: Your aunt Kate just texted. I'm heading out to pick her out. Allison: But it's 2:00 in the morning. Is everything okay? Chris: Yeah, yeah. She's just having a little car trouble. Allison: Not serious, is it? Chris: No, just a flat tire. Go - go back to bed, sweetheart. Chris: Get in. Kate: Not even "hello," "nice to see you"? Chris: All I've got at the moment is "please put the as*ault r*fle away before someone notices." Kate: That's the brother I love. Chris, there were two of 'em. Chris: The Alpha? Kate: I don't know, but one of them tried to k*ll me - Chris: One of them is gonna lead us to the other. He can't do that if he's d*ad. Kate: Well, I can't help k*ll either of them if one of them kills me first. Chris: How long will it take? Kate: Give him 48 hours - If that. Kate: I don't see you for a year, and you turn into a fricken runway model? Allison: Oh - Kate: Look at you! Oh! Hate you. Allison: I haven't even showered yet. Kate: Sweetie, you're a knockout. In fact, I hope you have the boys knocking each other's teeth out for your attention. Allison: I kind of have one. Kate: You kind of have one? Well, you should kind of have a million. Allison: Need some help unpacking? Kate: No, not that one. Oh. See? You turn out beautiful, and I end up with this kung fu death grip. Sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean to be so rough. Allison: No worries. Hey, is everything okay with your car? Kate: Uh, yeah. I just needed a jumpstart, that's all. Allison: A jumpstart? Stiles: If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who did? Scott: I don't know. Stiles: Did the Alpha k*ll the bus driver? Scott: I don't know. Stiles: Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha? Scott: I don't know! Jeez. Stiles: Dude, you need to study more. That was a joke. Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up. Do you want help studying? Scott: No. I'm studying with Allison after school today. Stiles: That's my boy. Scott: We're just studying. Stiles: Uh, no, you're not. Scott: No, I'm not? Stiles: Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God I'll have you de - balled. Scott: Okay. Just - Stop with the questions, man. Stiles: Done. No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek - who still scares me. Derek: Where's Scott McCall? Jackson: Why should I tell you? Derek: Because I asked you politely, and I only do that once. Jackson: Hmm. Okay, tough guy. You know, how about I help you find him if you tell me what you're selling him? What is it? Is it, uh, Dianabol? Hmm? HGH? Derek: Steroids. Jackson: No, girl scout cookies. What the hell do you think I'm talking about? Oh, and, uh, by the way, whatever it is you're out selling, I'd probably stop sampling the merchandise. You look wrecked. Derek: I'll find him myself. Jackson: No, we're not done - Phone: I'm finished with lacrosse practice at 5:00. I'll be over after that. Lydia: Scott's coming over? Tonight? Allison: We're just studying together. Lydia: "Just studying" never ends with just studying. It's like - Getting into a hot tub - Somebody eventually cops a feel. Allison: Well, so what are you saying? Lydia: I'm just saying, you know, make sure he covers up. Hello, snow white! Do it with him with a condom. Allison: Are you kidding? After one date? Lydia: Don't be a total prude. Give him a little taste. Allison: Well, I - I mean, how much is "a little taste"? Lydia: Oh, God. You really like him, don't you? Allison: Well - He's just different. When I first moved here, I had a plan - no boyfriends till college. I just move too much. But - Then I met him, and - He was different. I - I don't know. Can't explain it. Lydia: I can. It's your brain flooding with phenylethylamine. Allison: What? Lydia: I'll tell you what to do. When's he coming over? Allison: Right after school. Lydia: Hmm. Stiles: Oh, my God. Scott: Oh, no no - no - no, not here! Stiles: You've gotta be kidding me. This guy's everywhere - Scott: What the hell? Scott: What are you doing here? Derek: I was sh*t. Stiles: He's not looking so good, dude. Scott: Why aren't you healing? Derek: I can't. It was - it was a different kind of b*llet. Stiles: A silver b*llet? Derek: No, you idiot. Scott: Wait, wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours. Derek: What? Who - who said 48 hours? Scott: The one who sh*t you. What are you doing? Stop that! Derek: I'm trying to tell you, I can't! Scott: Derek, get up! Scott: Help me to put him in your car. Derek: I need you to find out what kind of b*llet they used. Scott: How the hell am I supposed to do that? Derek: 'Cause she's an Argent. She's with them. Scott: Why should I help you? Derek: Because you need me. Scott: Fine. I'll try. Hey get him out of here. Stiles: I hate you for this so much. Allison: Hey. What was he doing here? Scott: Stiles was just, um, giving him a ride. Uh, long story. Allison: But I thought you said you weren't friends with him. Scott: No, not really. Um, we're still studying together, right? So I'll meet you back at your place? Allison: Yeah. Scott: Okay, bye. Allison: See you later. Allison: How did you - You got here at the same time I did. Scott: Oh. Yeah, I—I - I just took a shortcut. Really short shortcut. Allison: What is going on with you today? You're acting all kinds of bizarre. Scott: I'm just - stressing about classes. I'm not doing as good this year. Allison: Not doing as well. Scott: See? Exactly. Allison: Maybe we should start with English? Don't worry! Nobody's gonna be home for hours. Come on. Scott: Okay. Allison: I'm still unpacking. Scott: Uh - Haven't you been here for, like, over a month? Allison: I'm taking my time. Scott: Hey, um - So, uh, I figure that we - Start with, um, history - Allison: What's wrong? Scott: Nothing. I just - I—I - Don't wanna make you feel like you have to do something you don't wanna do. Allison: I'm not doing anything I don't wanna do. Are you? Scott: Seriously asking me that question? Allison: Are you gonna answer that? Scott: Um, uh, it's probably just Stiles. It'll go to voice mail. Eventually. Wait! Um - Uh, yeah, I should answer it now. Stiles: Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there. Derek: Almost where? Stiles: Your house. Derek: What? No, you can't take me there. Stiles: I can't take you to your own house? Derek: Not when I can't protect myself. Stiles: All right. What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic b*llet? Hmm? Are you dying? Derek: Not yet. I have a last resort. Stiles: What do you mean? What last resort? Oh, my God. What is that? Oh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out. Derek: Start the car. Now. Stiles: I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for d*ad. Derek: Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out - With my teeth. Scott: It's off. Sorry about that. Who's this? Allison: That's my dad's sister Kate, except she's more like my sister. She got here last night. Scott: Uh, last night? Allison: Yup. She had some car trouble, I guess. Scott: She looks familiar. Allison: Mm. She actually used to live in Beacon Hills. Maybe you saw her once. Scott: Did you take these? Allison: Back when I thought I was a photographer. Scott: They're good. Allison: No, they're not. I stopped when I realized I was terrible at it. Framing's off, bad lighting - Believe me, not good. That was when I thought I was good at painting. Uh, terrible too. That's when I tried poetry. "Terrible" doesn't even come close to describing that. Scott: What are you good at? Allison: I'm gonna show you if you promise not to laugh. So I was nationally ranked as a kid, and my dad really wanted me to go on, but I don't know. I just didn't really like it. Promise you won't laugh? Scott: I promise. What the hell is that? Allison: It's a compound bow, and I'm pretty sure it requires an arrow to be harmful. Scott: So that's what you're good at. Archery. Allison: You said you wouldn't laugh. Scott: Trust me, I'm - Not laughing. Allison: So I guess I should explain. We're not some sort of separatist g*n - nut family. My dad sells firearms to law enforcement. Scott: Oh, that's good. So, um - Are you planning on joining the family business? Allison: I don't know. You tell me. Would I look hot with a g*n? Scott: Hotter without. Kate: Hey, Chris! Get your ass out of the '50s and come help with the groceries. Chris: Be right there! Kids, you mind helping? Allison: Sure. Scott: No problem. Chris: Great. Chris: Thank you. Scott: So do you still wanna study? Chris: I think she'll concentrate better on her own. Scott: Guess I'll see you later then? Chris: At school. Scott: Right. Allison: Scott. Chris: Eh, eh, you, on your bike, you inside. Kate: Oh, come on, Chris. Really? They were making out in the garage, not sh**ting amateur p*rn. You, with the adorable brown eyes, drop your bike. You're staying for dinner. Chris: Do you eat meat? Scott: You don't mind? Chris: Actually, no. Give us a chance to get to know each other. Victoria: Would you like something to drink besides water, Scott? Scott: Oh - No, I'm good. Thanks. Chris: We can get you some beer? Scott: N - no, thanks. Chris: sh*t of Tequila? Allison: Dad. Really? Chris: You don't drink, Scott? Scott: I'm not old enough to. Victoria: That doesn't seem to stop many teenagers. Scott: No, but it should. Kate: Good answer. Total lie, but well played, Scott. You may yet survive the night. Chris: You ever smoke pot? Kate: Okay, changing the channel to something a little less conservative. So, Scott, uh - Allison tells us you're on the lacrosse team. I'm sorry. I don't know anything about that. How do you play? Scott: Um, well, you know hockey? It's a lot like that, only, um, played on grass instead of ice. Chris: Hockey on grass - Is called field hockey. Scott: Oh. Yeah. Allison: So it's like field hockey, except the sticks have nets. Scott: Exactly. Kate: And can you slap check like in hockey? Scott: Um - Yeah. But it's only the, uh, the gloves and the sticks. Kate: Sounds violent. I like it. Allison: Scott's amazing too. Dad came with me to the first game. Wasn't he good? Chris: He was fine. Allison: He scored the last sh*t, the winning sh*t. Chris: True, but he didn't score at all until the last few minutes. Allison: His last sh*t ripped a hole through the goalie's net. It was incredible. Chris: Well, I think the goalie was probably playing with a defective stick, so - Scott: You know, on second thought, um, I think I'll take that sh*t of Tequila. Chris: You were kidding, right? Scott: Yeah. Stiles: What am I supposed to do with him? Scott: Take him somewhere, anywhere. Stiles: And, by the way, he's starting to smell. Scott: Like - like what? Stiles: Like death. Scott: Okay, take him to the animal clinic. Stiles: What about your boss? Scott: He's gone by now. There's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster. Stiles: You're not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you. Derek: Did you find it? Scott: How am I supposed to find one b*llet? They have a million. This house is like - the fricken Walmart of g*n. Derek: Look, if you don't find it, then I'm d*ad, all right? Scott: I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing. Derek: Then think about this. The Alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time you either k*ll with him or you get k*lled. So if you wanna stay alive, then you need me. Find the b*llet. Kate: You look like a little lost puppy. Scott: Just looking for the bathroom. Kate: Bathroom? Does that look like a bathroom? Scott: No. Kate: No. Use the guest bedroom. Scott: Okay.Thanks. Stiles: Does Northern blue monkshood mean anything to you? Derek: It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the b*llet. Stiles: Why? Derek: 'Cause I'm gonna die without it. Scott: Hey, um, I should get going. Um, thanks for dinner. Kate: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You have to stay for dessert. I wanna know more about you. Sit down. Scott: Okay. Victoria: Allison was just telling us that you work for a veterinarian. Allison: I told them how you put the cast on the dog I h*t. Scott: Yeah. Chris: What does your boss think of the animal att*cks? Any theories? Scott: Everyone was just saying it's a mountain lion. Kate: It'd have to be a pretty large mountain lion. Victoria: What do you think, Scott? Scott: I don't know. We usually get cats and dogs at the vet. Nothing that vicious. Chris: Never had to deal with a rabid dog? Oh. I grew up with a lot of dogs. I saw one get rabies from a bat. It was transferred through the bite. You know, people think that a rabid dog just suddenly goes mad. It's a lot more gradual. First stage is subtle changes in behavior - They're restless, morose. It's the second stage that people know - the furious phase. That's when they att*ck. And we're talking any moving object. Did you know that a caged rabid dog will break its own teeth, trying to chew through the bars? It'll even rear back and snap its own spine. Can you imagine the amount of force it would take to do that? It's a complete character reversal. This harmless animal - Turned into a perfectly vicious k*ller. And it all started with that one bite. Allison: But it died, didn't it? Victoria: Yes, because your grandfather sh*t it. Allison: Because he wanted to put it out of its misery. Chris: Because it was too dangerous. Something that out of control is better off d*ad. Stiles: Okay. You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of. Derek: When the infection reaches my heart, it'll k*ll me. Stiles: "Positivity" just isn't in your vocabulary, is it? Derek: If he doesn't get here with the b*llet in time - Last resort. Stiles: Which is? Derek: You're gonna cut off my arm. Allison: I'm so incredibly sorry. Scott: For what? Allison: For that being the worst, most horribly awkward dinner ever in the history of horribly awkward dinners. Scott: No. Uh, it wasn't the worst. There was this one dinner where my parents told me they were getting a divorce. This comes in at a close second. Your dad's watching. Allison: Good. Kate: Wait a second, guys. Allison: What is it? Kate: Uh, I have to ask Scott something. Scott: Me? Kate: Yeah, you. Scott: Okay. Kate: Uh. What'd you take from my bag? Scott: What? Kate: My bag. What'd you take from it? Do you need me to repeat the question, maybe enunciate more clearly? Chris: What are you talking about? Kate: My bag was open in the guest room, and when I left it was shut. And Scott comes in to use the bathroom, he leaves, my bag's open. Allison: He didn't take - Kate: Something was taken from my bag. Now, look - I hate to be the accuser here, Scott, because I really do love those adorable brown eyes, but I don't know if you're a klepto, if you're curious, or - or if you're just stupid. But answer the question. What did you take? Scott: Nothing. I swear. Kate: You don't mind proving it, do you? Allison: Are you serious? Kate: How about you show us what's in your pockets? Allison: Dad? Kate: Come on, Scott. Prove me wrong. Allison: Uh, I'll prove you wrong. Uh, it wasn't Scott going through your bags. It was me. Kate: You? Allison: Mm - hmm, me. Stiles: Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death? Derek: It'll heal if it works. Stiles: Ugh. Look - I don't know if I can do this. Derek: Why not? Stiles: Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood! Derek: You faint at the sight of blood? Stiles: No, but I might at the sight of a chopped - off arm! Derek: All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head. Stiles: Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your thr*at any - Oh, my God. Okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally. I'll do it. I'll do it. What? What are you doing? Holy God, what the hell is that? Derek: It's my body - Trying to heal itself. Stiles: Well, it's not doing a very good job of it. Derek: Now. You gotta do it now. Stiles: Look, honestly, I don't think I can. Derek: Just do it! Stiles: Oh, my God. Okay, okay. Oh, my God. All right, here we go! Scott: Stiles! Stiles: Scott? Scott: What the hell are you doing? Stiles: Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares. Derek: Did you get it? Stiles: What are you gonna do with it? Derek: I'm gonna - I'm gonna - Scott: No. No, no, no, no. Stiles: Derek. Derek, come on, wake up. Scott, what the hell are we gonna do? Scott: I don't know! I can't reach it. Stiles: He's not waking up! Scott: Come on. Stiles: I think he's dying. I think he's d*ad! Scott: Just hold on! Come on. Oh! I got it! I got it! Stiles: Please don't k*ll me for this. Ugh! Ow! God! Derek: Give me - Scott: Up! Stiles: Ow! God - Stiles: That - Was - Awesome! Yes! Scott: Are you okay? Derek: Well, except for the agonizing pain. Stiles: I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health. Scott: Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone, you got that? And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything - Derek: You're gonna trust them? You think they can help you? Scott: Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are. Derek: I can show you exactly how nice they are. Scott: What do you mean? Scott: What are we doing here? Scott: Who is he? Derek: My uncle. Peter Hale. Scott: Is he - like you, a werewolf? Derek: He was. Now he's barely even human. Six years ago, my sister and I were at school, and our house caught f*re. 11 people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor. Scott: So - What makes you so sure that they set the f*re? Derek: 'Cause they're the only ones that knew about us. Scott: Well, then - They had a reason. Derek: Like what? You tell me what justifies this. They say they'll only k*ll an adult, and only with absolute proof, but there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that f*re. This is what they do. And it's what Allison will do. Nurse: What are you doing? How did you get in here? Derek: We were just leaving. Allison: Hey. Um - I just thought maybe I'd catch you before you went to sleep, but, uh - I wanted to say sorry again for tonight. So - Call me. Kate: The one that att*cked me was big. It had width and power. But the one I sh*t was lean and fast. Chris: Well, that would be Derek Hale. Kate: Are we sure? Chris: Mostly. Kate: Well, how do we know it's just two of 'em? Chris: We don't yet. But if Derek's still alive, he will lead us to the Alpha. Kate: Take the pack leader, and take the pack. Chris: And we do it according to the code. Kate: You and the code. Chris: It's there for a reason, Kate. Kate: Of course. I always play by the rules.

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1x05 The Tell Jackson: Hoosiers is not only the best basketball movie ever. It is the best sports movie ever made. Lydia: No. Jackson: It's got Gene Hackman and Dennis Hopper. Lydia: No. Jackson: Lydia, I swear to God you're gonna like it. Lydia: No. Jackson: I am not watching The Notebook again. Jackson: Can somebody help me find The Notebook? Hello? Is anybody working here? You gotta be kidding me. Sheriff: Mm. Did they forget my curly fries? Stiles: You're not supposed to eat fries, especially the curly ones. Sheriff: Well, I'm carrying a lethal w*apon. If I want the curly fries, I will have the curly fries. Stiles: If you think getting rid of contractions in all your sentences makes your argument any more legitimate, you are wrong. Dispatch: Unit one, do you copy? Stiles: Sorry. Sheriff: Unit one, copy. Dispatch: Got a report of a possible 187. Stiles: A m*rder? Sheriff: Stay here. Paul, let's get this area locked up. Stiles: Oh, no way. Jackson: Why the hell can't I just go home? I'm fine. Sheriff: I hear ya, but the EMT says you h*t your head pretty hard. They just wanna make sure you don't have a concussion. Jackson: What part of "I'm fine" are you having a problem grasping? Okay, I wanna go home. Sheriff: And I understand that. Jackson: 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! Stiles: Oh, whoa, is that a d*ad body? Sheriff: Everybody back up. Back up. Derek: Starting to get it? Scott: Uh, I get that he's k*lling 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 m*rder everyone, do we? Derek: No. We're predators. We don't have to be K*llers. Scott: Then why is he a k*ller? Derek: That's what we're gonna find out. Scott: You know, I have a life too. Derek: No, you don't. Scott: Yes, I do! I don't care what you say about him making me his pet or - Derek: Part of his pack. Scott: Whatever. I have homework to do. I have to go to a parent/teacher conference tomorrow because I'm failing chemistry. Derek: You wanna do homework? Or do you wanna not die? You have less than a week until the full moon. You don't k*ll with him, he kills you. Scott: Okay, seriously, who made up these rules? Derek: It's a rite of passage into his pack. Scott: You know what else is a rite of passage? Graduating from high school. And you don't have to k*ll 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? Derek: 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. Scott: So if I help you - you can stop him? Derek: Not alone. We're stronger in numbers. A pack makes the individual more powerful. Scott: How am I supposed to help if I have no idea what I'm doing? Derek: Because I'm gonna teach you. Do you remember what happened that first night you were sh*t in the arm - Right after you were h*t? Scott: Yeah, I changed back. Derek: And when you were h*t by his car, same thing, right? What's the common denominator? Scott: What the hell are you doing? Derek: It'll heal. Scott: It still hurt! Derek: And that's what keeps you human - Pain. Maybe you will survive. Kate: Hey. Listen, you know I feel totally horrible about my behavior the other night, right? Allison: Oh, totally forgotten. Kate: No, not forgotten by me. Come on. Call me a "horrid bitch" or something. Allison: You were just - being protective. Kate: I was being a protective horrid bitch - Who is - giving you your birthday present early so you'll forgive her. Forgiven? Allison: Completely. I love it! Kate: 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? Allison: Yeah. Kate: You ever wanna learn a little something about your family - Look it up. Allison: You're gonna make me work for it - Kate: Some mysteries - Are worth the effort. Allison: Thanks. Kate: Bye. Scott: Is today your birthday? Allison: No, no. Uh, no. I mean, yes. Please don't tell anybody. I don't even know how Lydia found out. Scott: Why wouldn't you tell me? Allison: Because I don't want people to know. Because - I'm 17. Scott: You're 17? Allison: That's the reaction I'm trying to avoid. Scott: Why? I mean, I - I totally get it. Uh, you had to repeat a year because of all the moving around, right? What was that for? Allison: 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?" Scott: That's what you hear on your birthday? Allison: Oh, yeah. All day long. Scott: Then - What if we got out of here? Allison: Skip class? Scott: Yeah, the whole day. Allison: Well, you're asking someone who's never skipped one class to bail out the entire day, and I don't - Scott: No, see, that's perfect. If you get caught, then they'll go easy on you. Allison: Well, what if you get caught? Scott: Let's - try not to think about that. Harris: 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? Harris: Hey, Jackson. If you need to leave early for any reason, you let me know. Harris: Everyone, start reading Chapter Nine. Mr. Stilinski. Try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs. It's chemistry, not a coloring book. Stiles: Hey, Danny. Can I ask you a question? Danny: No. Stiles: Well, I'm going to anyway. Um, did Lydia show up in your homeroom today? Danny: No. Stiles: Can I ask you another question? Danny: Answer's still no. Stiles: Does anyone know what happened to her and Jackson last night? Danny: He wouldn't - tell me. Stiles: But he's your best friend. One more question. Danny: What? Stiles: Do you find me attractive? Allison: Uh, maybe this is a bad idea. And my dad would k*ll me if he found out. Scott: Do you always follow your dad's rules? Allison: Not lately. Scott: Good. Start the car. Allison: Where are we going? Scott: Uh, I don't know. Somewhere. Anywhere. Allison: Nowhere I can be seen, right? 'Cause I could get detention. Scott: Please start the car. Allison: Or suspended. Scott: Allison, car, start, now. Jackson: I - I don't know where Scott is. Derek: I'm not here for Scott. I'm here for you. Jackson: Wh - wh - why me? I - I didn't do anything. Derek: No, but you saw something, didn't you? Jackson: No, I didn't - I didn't see anything. Derek: What was it, hmm? An animal? A mountain lion? Jackson: I didn't see anything. I swear. I'm - I'm not lying. Derek: Then calm down and say it again. Jackson: Say what? That I'm not lying? Derek: Tell me that you didn't see anything. Slowly. Jackson: I didn't - see anything. I'm not lying. Derek: One more thing. You should really get that checked out. Scott: What? Stiles: Finally! Have you been getting any of my texts? Scott: Yeah, like all 9 million of them. Stiles: Do you have any idea what's going on? Lydia is totally M.I.A., Jackson looks like he's got a time b*mb inserted into his face, another random guy's d*ad, and you have to do something about it. Scott: Like what? Stiles: Something. Scott: Okay, I'll deal with it later. Left, left, left, left, left. Allison: Sorry, sorry. I just totally soccer - mom'd you. I'm sorry. Scott: That's all right. I'll just pick up my masculinity on the way back. Scott: You're still not okay with this, are you? Allison: I just feel like I need an alibi. Scott: Well, if we get caught, I'll just say it was my fault. Allison: You don't need to take the blame for me. It was my choice too. Scott: Oh, good! 'Cause if we get caught, I'm totally gonna blame you. Allison: Oh, really? Scott: 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. Allison: So you throw me under the bus, just like that? Scott: Yeah. Throw, push, shove - Allison: And what if I decide to drag you down with me? Scott: I'd just yell for help. Allison: Well, what if I did this? Scott: I'd scream for help. Allison: And if I did this? Scott: I'd beg for mercy. Lydia's Mom: Honey, there's a Stiles here to see you. Lydia: What the hell is a "Stiles"? Lydia's Mom: She took a little something to ease her nerves. You can - you can go in. Stiles: Thanks. Lydia: What are you doing here? Stiles: I was just making sure you were okay. Lydia: Why? Stiles: Because I was worried about you today. How are you feeling? Lydia: I feel - Fantastic. Stiles: Oh. What - I bet you can't say, uh, "I saw Suzy sittin' in a shoeshine shop" ten times fast. Lydia: I saw Shuzy - I shaw - I saw - Stiles: What? Lydia, what did you see? Lydia: Something. Stiles: Something like - Like a mountain lion? Lydia: A mountain lion. Stiles: Are you sure you saw a mountain lion, or are you just saying that because that's what the police told you? Lydia: A mountain lion. Stiles: What's this? Lydia: A mountain lion. Stiles: Okay. You're so drunk. Oh - Scott: Oh! You okay? Allison: Yeah. I think you just earned your masculinity back. Scott: What are you doing? Allison: I'm just texting Lydia "thank you" for the birthday stuff. Scott: No. If mine's off, yours is too. Allison: So we're disconnecting from the world? Scott: You can handle that for one day, right? Allison: Uh, just one text, and then I will be all yours, okay? Okay. Stiles: Well, I'm gonna - go. Uh, I'll let you get back to the whole post - traumatic stress thing. Lydia: Mm. Stay. Stiles: M - me? Stay? You want me to stay? Lydia: Yes, please. Stay. Please. Jackson. Stiles: And - we're done here. You want me to get that? It's a text. I don't know how to - Old Hunter: He wants us to wait. Kate: So I've been reminded - To death. Young Hunter: And that means we're not allowed to k*ll him. Kate: But it doesn't mean we can't say hello. Young Hunter: No one home. Kate: Oh, he's here. He's just not feeling particularly hospitable. Young Hunter: Maybe he's out burying a bone in the backyard. Kate: 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! Kate: This one grew up in all the right places. I don't know whether to k*ll it or - lick it. Stiles: 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 k*ll you. Do you understand me? I'm gonna k*ll you. And I'm too upset to come up with a witty description about how exactly I'm gonna k*ll you, but I'm just gonna do it, okay? I'm gonna—ugh! Goodbye. God. Sheriff: Please tell me I'm gonna hear good news at this parent/teacher thing tonight. Stiles: Depends on how you define "good news." Sheriff: I define it as you getting straight A's with no behavioral issues. Stiles: You might wanna rethink that definition. Sheriff: 'Nuff said. Stiles: Come on, Scott. Where the hell are you? Kate: 900,000 volts. You never were good with electricity, were you? Or f*re. 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 m*ssacre for my taste, but quite true. Now, here's the part that might really kick you in your new balls - We didn't k*ll her. You think I'm lying? Derek: Wouldn't be the first time. Kate: Tsk, sweetie - Well - Why don't you just listen to my heart and tell me if I am. Okay? We - didn't - k*ll - your - sister. Do you hear that? There's no blips or upticks. Just the steady b*at 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 k*lled 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? Deaton: 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. Sheriff: Listen, I hate to bother you, but, uh, I'm having a bitch of a time getting a consensus on what this is we're dealing with. Deaton: I'm really flattered you've come to me for help, but, like I said before, I'm no expert. Sheriff: But you were pretty certain the other day about our attacker being a mountain lion. Deaton: That's right. Sheriff: I wanna show you something. We got a little lucky here. Uh, 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. Deaton: It's interesting. Sheriff: Actually, uh, this is the interesting one. Deaton: I see what you mean. Sheriff: I've never seen a mountain lion do that. Deaton: Can't say I have either. You've got a problem here. Sheriff: My first instinct was it was a bear, but bears don't walk on two legs. Deaton: No, they drop to all fours. Look, like I said, you really need an expert here. Sheriff: Yeah, yeah, but - Could this still be a mountain lion? Deaton: I'm sorry. I've got a sick Doberman that needs my attention. Sheriff: No other ideas? Deaton: I'm sorry. Really, I wish I could help you, but I've got a sick - Sheriff: Yeah. Dog. I heard you. Thanks for humoring me again. Allison: So being completely honest, this was - kind of a perfect birthday. Scott: Good. I'd know if you were lying anyway. Allison: Oh, really - Scott: You have a tell. You touch your eyebrow right here. Allison: Let's see if you can figure out if I'm lying now. I wish that my parents weren't coming home from the teacher conferences so - I could spend the rest of the day with you. Scott: The rest of the day? Allison: Well - the rest of the night. Scott: With me? Oh, God. The parent/teacher conferences. I'm supposed to be there. Ugh, I'm below "C" on, like, everything. Allison: Well, they're going on now. Right now. Harris: Jackson's a highly motivated student. In fact, I'd describe him as "unusually driven." Mr. Whittemore: 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. Harris: I think I understand. He's never met his biological parents. Mr. Whittemore: Yeah, that's right. It's the need to please, the overachieving, the desire to make someone proud - Someone he's never even met. Harris: 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. Lydia's teacher: Let me tell you, there's plenty to say about Lydia. Lydia's Dad: Did I not predict this? Lydia's Mom: Here we go. Total nuclear meltdown as usual. Lydia's Dad: What is it? Is it her grades, concentration issues, erratic behavior? Lydia's Mom: 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. Lydia's Dad: Just tell us what the problem is. Lydia's teacher: I wasn't aware that there was a problem. 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. Coach: Stiles, that's right. I thought "Stiles" was his last name. Sheriff: His last name is "Stilinski." Coach: You named your kid "Stiles Stilinski"? Sheriff: No, that's just what he likes to be called. Coach: 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. Sheriff: It was his mother's father's name. Coach: Wow. You must really love your wife. Sheriff: Yeah, I did. Coach: Well, this just became incredibly awkward. Sheriff: Hey, what do you say we get to the conference part of this conference, cupcake? Coach: I like your thinking. So, Stiles. Great kid. Zero ability to focus. Super smart. Never takes advantage of his talents. Sheriff: How do you mean? Coach: Well, for his final question on his midterm exam, he detailed the entire history of the male circumcision. Sheriff: Well, I mean, it does have - historical significance, right? I mean - Coach: I teach economics. Sheriff: Ah, crap. Melissa: Where the hell are you? Get to the school now. Harris: How about we get started? Melissa: Sure. Harris: 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. Melissa: Oh, well, personally, I'm not sure what you mean by "home situation." Harris: Uh, specifically the lack of an authority figure. Melissa: Yeah, I'm the authority figure, so - Harris: Sorry. Allow me to clarify. I mean the lack of a male authority figure. Melissa: Oh. Well, trust me, we're much better off without him in the picture. Harris: Well, does Scott feel the same way? Melissa: Yes. I think so. I hope so. Harris: 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's teacher: Allison Argent. An incredibly sweet girl. And quick to adjust, despite all the moving around. Chris: We know it's hard on her, but, uh, it's a necessary evil. Allison's teacher: Necessary or not, I'd be prepared for some - How do I put this? Chris: Rebelliousness? Victoria: We appreciate the concern, but we have a great relationship with our daughter. Very open and honest. Allison's teacher: I'm happy to hear that. And let her know that I hope she's feeling better. Chris: Oh, she wasn't in class? Allison's teacher: Oh, she wasn't in school. I checked with the office. Melissa: Scott, you need to call me right now. Scott: Oh, my God. Allison: Your mom? Melissa: Yeah, I'm d*ad. Ugh. Chris: 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. Victoria: Kate hasn't heard from her either. Chris: She doesn't do this. Melissa: 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. Chris: You're his mother? Melissa: Funny how you say that like it's an accusation. Chris: Well, I wouldn't claim it as a source of pride, since he basically kidnapped my daughter today. Melissa: How do we know skipping school wasn't your daughter's idea? Chris: My daughter - is right there. Let's go. Melissa: Where exactly have you been? Scott: Nowhere, mom. Melissa: Nowhere, meaning not at school. Scott: Kinda. Allison: It's not his fault. It's my birthday, and we were - Chris: Allison. In the car. Scott: Allison! Are you okay? Sheriff: Move! Move! I'm okay.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "01x05 - The Tell"}

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1x06 Heart Monitor Scott: Damn it. Scott: Oh, crap. Scott: No. No, stop. Derek: You're d*ad. Scott: What - what the hell was that? Derek: Said I was gonna teach you. I didn't say when. Scott: You scared the crap out of me. Derek: Not yet. Scott: Okay, but I was fast, right? Derek: Not fast enough. Scott: But - but the car alarm thing, that was smart, right? Derek: Till your phone rang. Scott: Yeah, but that was - I mean - Would you just stop? Please? What happened the other night, Stiles' dad getting hurt, that was my fault. I should have been there to do something. I need you to teach me how to control this. Derek: Look, I am what I am because of birth. You were bitten. Teaching someone who was bitten takes time. I don't even know if I can teach you. Scott: What do I have to do? Derek: You have to get rid of distractions. You see this? This is why I caught you. You want me to teach you? Get rid of her. Scott: What, just because of her family? Wait - wait - whoa - whoa! Derek: You getting angry? That's your first lesson. You want to learn how to control this, how to shift, you do it through anger, by tapping into a primal animal rage, and you can't do that with her around. Scott: I can get angry. Derek: Not angry enough. This is the only way that I can teach you. Now, can you stay away from her? At least until after the full moon? Scott: If that's what it takes. Derek: Do you want to live? Do you want to protect your friends? Yes or no? Scott: Yes. If you can teach me, I can stay away from her. Allison: Take it off. Scott: You're okay with that? Allison: Are you okay with it? Scott: You're asking me if I'm okay with taking off your clothes? Allison: Stupid question. Scott: Like, world record stupid. Allison: You first. Allison: Just a second. Kate: Allison. Allison: Uh, coming. Coming. Okay, uh. Kate: Hey. Allison: Hey. Kate: What's up? Allison: Uh, nothing. Just doing homework, sending some emails. Kate: Emailing the boyfriend? Allison: No. I'm emailing peta about how my wing nut father g*n down an innocent mountain lion in the school parking lot. Kate: And that wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that you're grounded and you can't see Scott? Allison: I'm not gonna be one of those whining teenagers who looks at her father and says, "I hate you. I wish you were d*ad." Kate: But - Allison: But - I hate him and I wish he was d*ad. Kate: See, now you're starting to sound like a normal, angry teenager. What are you working on? Can I help? Allison: Uh, a history project, and I just want to be left alone, actually. Kate: Come on. What kind of history project? Allison: I have to come up with a report that has some relevance to my own family history. Kate: Specific to your family? Allison: Why? Do you have any ideas? Kate: Type this in: "La Bete du Gevaudan." Allison: The beast of Gevaudan. What is this? Kate: It's an old French legend that, believe it or not, has something to do with your family. Allison: "In 1766 in a province of Lozere, la Bete k*lled over a hundred people." Kate: Mysterious animal att*cks, just like a certain town called beacon hills. Allison: So what was it? The animal? Kate: Nobody knows for sure, but I can tell you one thing. It definitely wasn't a mountain lion. What's it look like to you? Allison: It looks like - A wolf. Scott: Derek? I - I know I said I would stay away, but you broke my phone. I had to at least tell her why I wasn't answering. Derek? Scott: You seriously need to stop doing that. Derek: So what happened? Did he talk to you? Scott: Yeah. We had a nice conversation about the weather. No, he didn't talk. Derek: Well, did you get anything off of him? An impression. Scott: What do you mean? Derek: Remember your other senses are heightened. Communication doesn't have to be spoken. What kind of feeling did you get from him? Scott: Anger. Derek: Focused on you? Scott: No, not - not me. But it was definitely anger. I could feel it. Especially when he drew the spiral. Derek: Wait, the what? What'd you just say? Scott: He drew this spiral on the window of my car, in the condensation, you know? What? You have this look like you know what it means. Derek: No, it's - it's nothing. Scott: Wait - wait - wait - wait a second. You can't do that. You can't ask me to trust you and then just keep things to yourself. Derek: Doesn't mean anything. Scott: You buried your sister under a spiral. What does it mean? Derek: You don't wanna know. Scott: Stay away from Allison. Stay away from Allison. Stay away from Allison. Stay away from Allison. Must stay away from Allison. Just stay away from Allison. Stay away from Jackson. Just stay away from Jackson. Lydia: Hey, Scott. Scott: Oh, come on! Scott: Still not talking to me? Okay, can you at least tell me if your dad's okay? It's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage? Nothin' that big - You know I feel really bad about it, right? Okay. What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and - That I went to Derek for help? Stiles: If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting him. But obviously I'm not talking to you. Stiles: What did he say? Stiles: Wh - he wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry? Scott: Yeah. Stiles: All right, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that, you try to k*ll someone, and that someone's usually me. Scott: I know. That's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it. Stiles: Well, how's he gonna teach you to do that? Scott: I don't know. I don't think he does either. Stiles: Okay. When are you seeing him again? Scott: He told me not to talk about it. Just act normal and get through the day. Stiles: When? Scott: He's picking me up at the animal clinic after work. Stiles: After work. All right, well, that gives me to the end of the school day then. Scott: To do what? Stiles: To teach you myself. Lydia: The what of who? Allison: The beast of Gevaudan. Listen. "A quadruped wolf - like monster, prowling the Auvergne and south Dordogne areas of France during the year 1764 to 1767. La Bete k*lled over a hundred people, becoming so infamous that the King Louie the 15th sent one of his best hunters to try and k*ll it." Lydia: Boring. Allison: "Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan." Lydia: Still boring. Allison: "Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a subspecies of hoofed predator, possibly a mesonychid." Lydia: "Slipping into a coma" bored. Allison: "While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shape - shift into a man - eating monster." Lydia: Any of this have anything to do with your family? Allison: This. "It is believed that la Bete was finally trapped and k*lled by a renown hunter who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature." His name was Argent. Lydia: Your ancestors k*lled a big wolf. So what? Allison: Not just a big wolf. Take a look at this picture. What does it look like to you? Lydia? Lydia. Lydia: It looks - like a big - wolf. See you in History. Stiles: I think the book's making it more obvious. Besides, she's reading, anyway. Scott: So did you come up with a plan yet? Stiles: I think so. Scott: Does that mean you don't hate me now? Stiles: No. But your crap has infiltrated my life, so now I have to do something about it. Plus I'm definitely a better Yoda than Derek. Scott: Okay, yeah, you teach me. Stiles: Yeah, I'll be your Yoda. Scott: Yeah, you be my Yoda. Stiles: Your Yoda I will be. I said it backwards. Scott: Yeah, I - I know. Stiles: All right, you know what? I definitely still hate you. Uh - huh. Oh, yeah. Allison: Scott. Scott, wait. Hey, Scott. Sc - Scott: This is not gonna be easy. Stiles: Okay. Now - put this on. Scott: Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team? Stiles: Yeah, I borrowed it. Scott: Stole it. Stiles: Temporarily misappropriated. Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day. Scott: Isn't that coach's phone? Stiles: That, I stole. Scott: Why? Stiles: All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate. Scott: Like the Incredible Hulk. Stiles: Kind of like the Incredible Hulk, yeah. Scott: No, I'm like the Incredible Hulk. Stiles: Would you shut up and put the strap on? Scott: This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my free period. Stiles: All right. You ready? Scott: No. Stiles: Remember, don't get angry. Scott: I'm starting to think this was a really bad idea. Oh, man. Okay, that one - kind of hurt. Stiles: Quiet. Remember, you're supposed to be thinking about your heart rate, all right? About staying calm. Scott: Stay calm. Staying calm. Staying totally calm. There's no balls flying at my face - Scott: Aah! Son of a bitch! Stiles: You know what? I think my aim is actually improving. Scott: Wonder why. Stiles: Don't get angry. Scott: I'm not getting angry. Scott: Stop. Just - can we just hold - Stiles: Scott? Scott, you started to change. Scott: From anger. But it was more than that. Was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt. Stiles: So it is anger, then. Derek's right. Scott: I can't be around Allison. Stiles: Just because she makes you happy? Scott: No, because she makes me weak. Stiles: Alright, you stay away from her for a few days, you can do that. Scott: But is it a few days, or is it forever? Stiles: You know, this whole "women make you weak" thing is a little too spartan warrior for me. It's probably just part of the learning process. Scott: Yeah, but you've seen Derek. I mean, the guy's totally alone. What if I can, like, never be around her again? Stiles: Well, if you're not d*ad, that could be a good thing. Scott: Rather be d*ad. Stiles: All right, you're not gonna end up like Derek, all right? We'll figure it out. Scott: 'Kay. Stiles: Come on. Let's get out of here. Scott: Something smells terrible in here, anyway. Stiles: Really? In a boys' locker room? That doesn't make any sense at all. Scott: No, it's like something's rotting or dying. Jackson: What are you reading? Allison: Oh, hey. Just stuff for a history project. You have a free period, or - Jackson: No, I - I just don't like sitting through Chem. Allison: Understandable. Did - did you want something? Jackson: Actually, um, yeah. I wanted to talk. I realize that I've been a jerk to you. And especially to Scott. And I wanted to say that I'm sorry. I'm serious. Allison: Okay. I - I believe you're being serious, but I'm not so sure I believe you're being sincere. Jackson: Do you know what it's like to be the best player on the team? To be the star? To have every single person at the game chanting your name? And then - some kid - Some kid just comes along, and then everyone starts looking at him instead of you. Do you know what that feels like? Allison: No, I don't. Jackson: Well, it feels like something's been - It feels like something's been stolen from you. And then you start to feel like you'd do - anything. Anything in the world to get it back. Allison: Haven't you ever learned there's no "I" in "team"? Jackson: Yeah, but there is a "me." Ha. That was a joke. Gosh. You must really, really hate me. Allison: Not at all. Jackson: You sure? Because - I'm not a bad guy. I mean, yeah, I make stupid mistakes. A lot, but - I'm not bad. I really like you. And - and Scott. I really - I really like you both, and I want you guys to like me. I want to get to know you guys better. So - what are you reading? Coach: Let's go. Sit, sit, sit, sit. We got a lot to cover today. Let's go. Quicker. Scott: Hey, Stiles, sit behind me, dude. Allison: I haven't seen you all day. Scott: Uh, yeah. I've been, uh, super busy. Allison: When are you gonna get your phone fixed? I feel like I'm totally disconnected from you. Scott: Uh, soon. Real soon. Allison: I changed lab partners, by the way. Scott: Oh. To who? Allison: To you, dummy. Scott: Me? I mean, are you sure? Allison: Yeah. This way I have an excuse to bring you home and study. You don't mind, do you? Scott: I just - I don't want to bring your grade down. Allison: Well, I mean, maybe I can bring your grade up. Come to my place tonight. 8:30? Scott: Tonight? Allison: 8:30. Coach: Let's settle down. Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading. Greenberg, put your hand down. Everybody knows you did the reading. How about, uh - McCall. Scott: What? Coach: The reading. Scott: Last night's reading? Coach: How about, uh, the reading of the Gettysburg Address? Scott: What? Coach: That's sarcasm. You familiar with the term "sarcasm," McCall? Scott: Very. Coach: Did you do the reading or not? Scott: Uh - I think I forgot. Coach: Nice work, McCall. It's not like you're not averaging a "D" in this class. Come on, buddy. You know I can't keep you on the team if you have a "D." How about you summarize, uh, the previous night's reading? No? How about the, uh, the night before that? How about you summarize anything you've ever read - In your entire life? Scott: I - I, uh - Coach: No? A blog? How about, uh, how about, uh, the back of a cereal box? No? How about the adults only warning from your favorite website you visit every night? Anything? Thank you, McCall, thank you. Thank you, McCall! Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody. Thanks. Next practice you can start with su1c1de runs. Unless that's too much reading. All right. Everybody else, settle down. Stiles: It's her. Scott: What do you mean? Stiles: It's Allison. Remember what you told me about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her. Scott: Okay. Stiles: Remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field. Scott: Yeah, I did. Stiles: Well, so that's what brought you back so you could score. And then after the game in the locker room, you didn't k*ll her. At least not like how you were trying to k*ll me. She brings you back, is what I'm saying. Scott: No, no, no, but it's not always true, because literally every time I'm kissing her or - or touching her - Stiles: No, that's not the same. When you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know? You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you? Scott: Yeah. Sorry. Stiles: That's fine. Look, back in the classroom when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I don't think she makes you weak. I - I think she actually gives you control. She's kind of like an anchor. Scott: You mean because I love her. Stiles: Exactly. Scott: Did I just say that? Stiles: Yes, you just said that. Scott: I love her. Stiles: That's great. Now, moving on - Scott: No, no, no, really. I think I'm totally in love with her. Stiles: And that's beautiful. Now, before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out, please? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time. Scott: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry. So what do I do? Stiles: I don't know. Yet. Scott: Oh, no. You're getting an idea, aren't you? Stiles: Yeah. Scott: Is this idea gonna get me in trouble? Stiles: Maybe. Scott: Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain? Stiles: Yeah, definitely. Come on. Scott: What are we doing? Stiles: You'll see. Hold on. Okay. Stand right there. Do you have your keys? Perfect. Hold 'em up like so. Now, whatever happens, just think about Allison. Try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it? Scott: Okay. Stiles: Just - keep holding it right there. Hey, hey, hey, dude! What do you think you're doing to that truck, bro? Guy: What the hell? Stiles: Ow! My God. Wow. Stiles: Ah, come on, stay calm. Stay calm. Oh, that's not okay. Scott. Come on, buddy. Allison: Studying with a friend. Yes, that friend. We're lab partners. Harris: Stop! Hey, stop it right now. What do you idiots think you're doing? Derek: I need your help. If you can hear me, I need you to give me a sign. Blink. Raise a finger. Anything. Just - Just something to point me in the right direction, okay? Someone k*lled Laura. Your niece. Laura? Whoever he is, he's an Alpha now. But he's one without a pack. Which means he's not as strong. I can take him. But I have to find him first. Look, if you know something, just give me a sign. Is it one of us? Someone else make it out of the f*re? Just give me anything. Blink. Raise a finger. Anything. Say something! Nurse: Let him go. You think after six years of this, yelling at him is going to get a response? Derek: Got a better method? Nurse: Patience. He'll respond if you give him the time. Derek: I don't have any more time. Scott: Excuse me, sir? Uh, I know it's detention and all, but, uh, I'm supposed to be at work, and I don't want to get fired. Scott: You knew I would heal. Stiles: Yep. Scott: So you did that to help me learn? Stiles: Yep. Scott: But partially to punish me. Stiles: Yeah. Well, that one's obvious. Scott: Dude, you're my best friend, and I can't have you being angry with me. Stiles: I'm not angry anymore. Look, you have something, Scott. Okay? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. So that means you don't have a choice anymore. It means you have to do something. Scott: I know. And I will. Harris: All right, both of you, out of here. Scott: Thank you. Deaton: Scott, you're late again. I hope this isn't getting to be a habit. Can I help you? Derek: Hope so. Want to know about the animal you found with the spiral on its side? Deaton: Excuse me? What animal? Derek: Three months ago. The deer. You remember this? Deaton: Oh, yes. It's just a deer. And I didn't find it. They called me because they wanted to know if I'd ever seen anything like it. Derek: What'd you tell 'em? Deaton: I told them no. Derek: Did you hear that? Deaton: Hear what? Derek: The sound of your heartbeat rising. Deaton: Excuse me? Derek: It's the sound of you lying. Deaton: Oh, God. Derek: Are you protecting someone? Deaton: All right. The key to the drug locker is in my pocket. Derek: I don't want drugs. I want to know why you're lying. Deaton: I don't know what you're talking about. What are you doing to me? What do you want? Derek: I want to know who you are or who you're protecting. Scott: What are you doing? Deaton: Scott, get out of here! Scott: Stop! Stop! Derek: Look, when he's conscious, he can keep himself from healing, but unconscious, he can't. Scott: Are you out of your mind? What are you talking about? Derek: You want to know what the spiral means, Scott? It's our sign for a vendetta, for revenge. It means he won't stop k*lling until he's satisfied. Scott: You think he's the Alpha? Derek: We're about to find out. Scott: h*t him again, and then you'll see me get angry. Derek: Do you have a plan? Scott: Just give me an hour. Derek: Then what? Scott: Meet me at the school. In the parking lot. Stiles: This is a terrible idea. Scott: Yeah, I know. Stiles: But we're still gonna do it? Scott: Can you think of something better? Stiles: Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until eventually it just goes away. Scott: Just make sure we can get inside. He's here. Where's my boss? Derek: He's in the back. Stiles: Oh, well, he looks comfortable. Derek: Wait. Hey. What are you doing? Scott: You said I was linked with the Alpha. I'm gonna see if you're right. Stiles: Okay, one question. What are you gonna do if the Alpha doesn't show up? Scott: I don't know. Stiles: And what are you gonna do if he does show up? Scott: I don't know. Stiles: Good plan. Scott: All right. You said that a wolf howls to signal his position to the rest of the pack, right? Stiles: Right, but if you bring him here, does that make you part of his pack? Scott: I hope not. Stiles: Yeah, me too. All right. All you. Derek: You've got to be kidding me. Scott: Was that okay? I mean, that was a howl, right? Stiles: I - yeah, technically. Scott: Well, what did it sound like to you? Stiles: Like a cat being choked to death, Scott. Scott: What do I do? How am I supposed to do this? Stiles: Hey, hey. Listen to me. You're calling the Alpha. All right? Be a man. Be a werewolf, not a teen wolf. Be a werewolf. Do it. Derek: I'm gonna k*ll both of you. What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school? Scott: Sorry. I didn't know it would be that loud. Stiles: Yeah, it was loud. And it was AWESOME. Derek: Shut up. Stiles: Don't be such a sour wolf. Scott: What'd you do with him? Derek: What? I didn't do anything.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "01x06 - Heart Monitor"}

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1x07 Night School Scott: Lock it, lock it! Stiles: Do I look like I have a key? Scott: Grab something! Stiles: What? Scott: Anything! Scott: No. Stiles: Yes. Scott: Stiles, no, don't. Scott: Run! Stiles! Stiles! Scott: Where is it? Where did it go? That won't hold, will it? Stiles: Probably not. Stiles: The desk. Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out. Scott: I know. Stiles: It's your boss. Scott: What? Stiles: Deaton, the alpha? Your boss. Scott: No. Stiles: Yes, m*rder psycho werewolf. Scott: That can't be. Stiles: Oh come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convenient timing? Scott: It's not him. Stiles: He k*lled Derek. Scott: No, Derek's not d*ad. He can't be d*ad. Stiles: Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's d*ad, and we're next. Scott: Okay, just - What do we do? Stiles: We get to my jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job, good? Stiles: No, they don't open. The school's climate - controlled. Scott: Then we break it. Stiles: Which will make a lot of noise. Scott: Then, uh, then we run really fast. Really fast. Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep? Stiles: What do you mean? Nothing's wrong. Scott: It's bent. Stiles: What, like, dented? Scott: No, I mean bent. Stiles: What the hell - Stiles: That's my battery. Scott: Don't. Stiles: We have to move. Scott: He could be right outside. Stiles: He is right outside. Scott: Just let me take a look. Stiles: Nothing? Scott: No. Stiles: Move now? Scott: Move now. Scott: This way. Stiles: No, no, no, no. Scott: What? Stiles: Somewhere without windows. Scott: Every single room in this building has windows. Stiles: Or somewhere with less windows. Scott: The locker room. Stiles: Yeah. Scott: Okay. Scott: Call your dad. Stiles: And tell him what? Scott: I don't know, anything. Gas leak, a f*re, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off. Stiles: What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad? Scott: They have g*n. Stiles: Yeah, and Derek had to be sh*t with a wolfsbane - laced b*llet to even slow him down, you remember that? Scott: Then we - we have to - We have to find a way out and just run for it. Stiles: There's nothing near the school for at least a mile. Scott: What about Derek's car? Stiles: That could work. We go outside, we get the keys off his body, and then we take his car. Scott: And him. Stiles: Fine. Whatever. Stiles: What? Scott: I think I heard something. Stiles: Like what? Scott: Quiet. Scott: Hide. No, no, Stiles. No. Janitor: Son of a bitch! Stiles: Quiet! Janitor: Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do, k*ll me? Both of you get out. Stiles: Will you just listen for half a second, okay? Janitor: Not okay. Get the hell out of here right Now. Stiles: God, just one second to explain. Janitor: Just shut up and go. Stiles: Go! Go! Jackson: Lydia says we're coming to Get you. Allison: Please don't. Okay, I'm sure he's on his way. He's only - 26 minutes late. Lydia: You hear that? First it's "He's only 26 minutes late," a month later it's "He Only hits me when he's drunk." Slippery slope, Allison. Slippery slope. Jackson: We're picking you up. Allison: No. Jackson: Too late. Lydia gets what Lydia wants. Come on, get in. We can stop by his place and see if he's there. Lydia: Is that him with the best explanation ever of why he's half a freaking hour late? Allison: Not exactly. Stiles: What the hell? Scott: It's a dumpster. Stiles: He pushed it in front of the door to block us in. Come on, help me. Scott: Stop! Stiles: I'm not dying here. I'm not dying at school. Scott: We're not going to die. Stiles: God, what is he doing? What does he want? Scott: Me. Derek says it's stronger with a pack. Stiles: Oh, great. A psychotic werewolf who's into teen work. That's - that's beautiful. Jackson: What're they doing here anyway? Allison: All I got was this. Lydia: They lock the doors at night, you know? Allison: That one's open. Jackson: You don't need me to state the obvious, right? Allison: That it looks like they broke into the school? No, pretty obvious. Jackson: Do you want me to come with you? Allison: It's okay. Jackson: Hey, Allison - Allison: You have this look like you're about to say "Be Careful." Jackson: I am. What? Allison: That concerned look on you, I've never seen it before. Jackson: Well, I am concerned. Allison: Well, that's a good look on you. Don't worry. I'll be right back. Jackson: Okay. Stiles: What? Scott: Go. Stiles: All right, we have to do something. Scott: Like what? Stiles: I don't know. k*ll it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it. Something. Scott: What are you doing? Stiles: The desk. Come on, the desk. Scott: He can't - Stiles: All right. Jackson: Do you see that? Lydia: See what? Jackson: The hood on that piece of crap jeep looks crappier than usual. Lydia: Where are you going? Jackson: To take a look, stay here. Lydia: I'm not staying in the car. Jackson: Just stay in the damn - Lydia: Do not leave me alone in the car. Jackson: Fine. God, don't have a meltdown. Lydia: Look at that. It is indeed a piece of crap. Can we get Allison and leave now? What are you doing? Are you getting Allison? Jackson! Stiles: Come on, get across. Come on! Scott: What? Scott: What are you doing? Stiles: I just wanna get a look at It. Scott: Are you crazy? Stiles: Look, it's trapped, okay? It's not gonna get out. Yeah, that's right, we got you - Scott: Will you shut up! Stiles: I'm not scared of this thing. I'm not scared of you. Right, 'cause you're in there, and we're out here. You're not going any - Allison: Scott? Scott? Scott? Scott? Scott? Lydia: There's one right here. Jackson: Are you kidding me? You have to use the bathroom now? Lydia: Yes now. You have a problem with my performing a basic biological function? Jackson: You know, I'm starting to have a problem with all of your functions. Jackson: McCall. Scott? Derek? Lydia: Did you find them? Jackson: No, no. Scott: Wait. Do you hear that? Stiles: Hear what? Scott: It sounds like a phone ringing. Stiles: What? Scott: I know that ring. It's Allison's phone. Allison: Hey. I can't seem to find them. Okay, give me a second and I'll be right there. Stiles? Scott: No, it's me, where are you? Allison: I'm in the school looking for you, why weren't you at my place? Scott: Where are you right now? Allison: On the first floor. Scot: Where? Where are you exactly? Allison: The swimming pools. Scott: Get to the lobby. Go now. Allison: Okay, okay, I'm coming. Scott: Why did you come? What are you doing here? Allison: Because you asked me to. Scott: I asked you to? Allison: Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this message? Scott: Because I didn't. Stiles: Did you drive here? Allison: Jackson, did. Scott: Jackson's here too? Allison: And Lydia, what's going on? Who sent this text? Where are you? Lydia: Finally. Can we go now? Scott: Run! Scott: Help me get this in front of the door. Stiles: Scott, wait, not here. Allison: What was that? Scott, what was that? Lydia: What came out of the ceiling? Scott: Will you just help me? The chairs, stack the chairs. Stiles: Guys - Can we just wait a second? You guys, listen to me, w - Can we wait a second? Guys? Stiles talking. Can we hang on one second, please? Hello! Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now - what should we do about the 20 foot wall of windows? Allison: Can somebody please explain to me what's going on, because I'm freaking out here. And I would like to know why. Scott? Stiles: Somebody k*lled the janitor. Lydia: What? Stiles: Yeah, the janitor's d*ad. Allison: What's he talking about? Is this a joke? Jackson: What, who k*lled him? Lydia: No, no, no, no. This was supposed to be over. The mountain lion k*lled - Jackson: No, don't you get it? There wasn't a mountain lion. Allison: Who was it? What does he want? What's happening? Scott! Scott: I - I don't know. I - I just - If - if we go out there, he's gonna k*ll us. Lydia: Us? He's gonna k*ll us? Allison: Who? Who is it? Scott: It's Derek. It's Derek Hale. Jackson: Derek k*lled the janitor? Allison: Are you sure? Scott: I saw him. Lydia: The mountain li - Scott: No, Derek k*lled them. Allison: All of them? Scott: Yeah, starting with his own sister. Allison: The bus driver? Scott: And the guy in the video store - it's been Derek the whole time. He's in here with us. And if we don't get out now - He's going to k*ll us too. Jackson: Call the cops. Stiles: No Jackson: Wh - what do you mean "No?" Stiles: I mean no. You wanna hear it in spanish? No. Look, Derek k*lled three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with. Jackson: Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department. Call him. Lydia: I'm calling. Stiles: No, Lydia, would you just hold on a sec - Scott: Hey. Lydia: Yes, we're at Beacon Hills high school. We're trapped, and we need you to - but - She hung up on me. Allison: The police hung up on you? Lydia: She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break - in at the high school. She said if I called again that they're gonna trace it and have me arrested. Allison: Okay, then call again. Stiles: No, they won't trace a cell and they'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here. Allison: What the—what - what is this? Why does Derek wanna k*ll us? Why is he k*lling anyone? Scott: Why's everyone looking at me? Lydia: Is he the one that sent her the text? Scott: No. I mean, I don't know. Allison: Is he the one that called the police? Scott: I don't know! Stiles: All right, why don't we ease back on the throttle here, yeah? Stiles: Okay, first off, throwing Derek under the bus, nicely done. Scott: I didn't know what to say. I had to say something. And if he's d*ad then it doesn't matter, right? Except if he's not. Oh, god, I totally just bit her head off. Stiles: And she'll totally get over it. Bigger issues at hand here, like how do we get out alive? Scott: But we are alive. It could've k*lled us already. It's like it's cornering us or something. Stiles: So what, he wants to eat us all at the same time? Scott: No! Derek said it wants revenge. Stiles: Against who? Scott: Allison's family? Stiles: Maybe that's what the text was about. Someone had to send it. Jackson: Okay, assheads - new plan. Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a g*n and decent aim. Are we good with that? Scott: He's right. Tell him the truth if you have to, just - just call him. Stiles: I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive. Jackson: All right, give me the phone. Allison: Jackson! Are you okay? Hey, are you okay? Stiles: Dad, hey, it's me. And it's your voice mail. Look, I need you to call me back now. Like, right now. We're at the school. Dad, we're at the school. Lydia: Oh my god. Stiles: The kitchen, the door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell. Scott: Which only goes up. Stiles: Up is better than here. Scott: Jackson, how many people can fit in your car? Jackson: Five, if someone squeezes on someone's lap. Allison: Five? I barely fit in the back. Stiles: It doesn't matter. There's no getting out without drawing attention. Scott: What about this? This leads to the roof. We can go down the f*re escape to the parking lot in, like, seconds. Stiles: That's a deadbolt. Scott: The janitor has a key. Stiles: You mean his body has it. Scott: I can get it. I can find him by scent, by blood. Stiles: Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea. What else you got? Scott: I'm getting the key. Allison: Are you serious? Scott: Well, it's the best plan. Someone has to get the key if we wanna get out of here. Allison: You can't go out there unarmed. Scott: Well, it's better than nothing. Stiles: There's gotta be something else. Lydia: There is. Stiles: What are we gonna do? Throw acid on him? Lydia: No. Like a f*re b*mb. In there is everything you need to make a self - igniting molotov cocktail. Stiles: Self - igniting - Lydia: - molotov cocktail. What? I read it somewhere. Stiles: We don't have a key for that either. Lydia: Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid. Allison: No. No, this is insane, you can't do this. You cannot go out there. Scott: We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles' dad to check his messages. Allison: You could die. Don't you get that? He's k*lled three people. Scott: And we're next. Somebody has to do something. Allison: Scott, just stop. Do you remember - do you remember when you told me you knew whether or lying? That I had a tell. Well, so do you. You're a horrible liar. And you've been lying all night. Just - just please - please don't go. Please don't leave us. Please. Scott: Lock it behind me. Allison: I don't get this. I don't get why he's out there, and why he left us. And I can't - I can't stop my hands from shaking. Jackson: It's okay. It's okay, it's gonna be okay. Allison: Okay. Lydia: Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right? It has to be sulfuric acid. It won't ignite if it's not. Jackson: I gave you exactly what you asked for tonight. Lydia: Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure you did. Scott: Come on. Come get me. Damn it. Jackson: No, I'm fine. Like, seriously, I'm okay. Allison: That didn't sound okay at all. Stiles: What's on the back of your neck? Jackson: I said I'm fine. Lydia: It's been there for days. He won't tell me what happened. Jackson: As if you actually care. Stiles: All right, can we not argue for half a second here? Allison: Where's Scott? He should be back by now. Allison: Scott! Scott! Lydia: Where's he going? Allison: Scott. Scott. Scott! Scott! Lydia: Stop. Stop! Do you hear that? Listen! Sheriff: You sure it was Derek Hale? Scott: Yes. Stiles: I saw him too. Scott: What about the janitor? Sheriff: We're still looking. Scott: Did you check under the bleachers? Under them? Sheriff: Yeah, Scott, we looked. We pulled them out just like you asked, there's nothing. Scott: I'm not making this up. Sheriff: I know, I believe you, I do. Scott: No, you don't. You have this look like you feel bad for me. Like you wanna believe me, but I know you don't. Sheriff: Listen - We're gonna search this whole school. We're gonna find him. Okay? I promise. Deputy: Sheriff! Sheriff: Stay. Both of you. Stiles: Well, we survived, dude. You know? We outlasted the alpha. It's still good, right? Being alive? Scott: When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us. You don't think that it heard us? You don't think it knew exactly where we were? Stiles: Well, then how come we're still alive? Scott: It wants me in its pack. But I think, first - I have to get rid of my old pack. Stiles: What do you mean? What old pack? Scott: Allison. Jackson, Lydia. You. Stiles: The alpha doesn't wanna k*ll us. Scott: It wants me to do it. And that's not even the worst part. Stiles: How in holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott? Scott: Because when he made me shift - I wanted to do it. I wanted to k*ll you. All of you. Deaton: There you are. Scott: How - ? How did you - Deaton: Get out? Not easily. And from what they tell me, I'm alive because of you. I think I owe you a raise. Sheriff: Guys, come on, let's let the EMT's do their job. You can talk to him later. Scott: Allison! Are you okay? Allison: My dad's on his way. Scott: You need, uh, you need anything from me? Want me to go with you? Allison: No. I don't. Scott: Okay. Allison: And I also don't know what happened to you in there. I don't know what you were thinking. Maybe you weren't, but - Right now, I don't - I don't feel like I can trust you. Scott: Allison, I can explain. Allison: I don't care. Scott: Okay, don't say anything else, please, just don't say - Allison: Scott, I ca - Scott: Allison, just stop. Please, just don't say anything. Stiles' dad is gonna give me a ride home. I need to make sure my mom isn't freaking out. I'm gonna get a new phone tomorrow morning, and - I'm gonna get a new phone, and I'm gonna give you a call - Allison: Don't. Scott: What? Allison: Don't call. Just - Just please don't call me

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1x08 Lunatic Scott: Where are we going? Stiles: You'll see. Scott: 'Cause we really shouldn't be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak - out from what happened at the school. Stiles: Well, your mom isn't the sheriff, okay? There's no comparison, trust me. Scott: Can you at least just tell me what we're doing out here? Stiles: Yes. When your best friend gets dumped - Scott: I didn't get dumped. We're taking a break. Stiles: All right, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break - You get your best friend drunk. Stiles: Dude, you know, she's just one - one girl. You know, there are so many - there are so many other girls in the sea. Scott: Fish in the sea. Stiles: Fish? Why you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. I love girls. I love 'em. I love especially ones with strawberry blond hair, green eyes, 5'3" - Scott: Like Lydia? Stiles: Yeah, exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about - about - What was I talking about? Hey, you're not happy. Take a drink. Scott: I don't want any more. Stiles: You're not drunk? Scott: I'm not anything. Stiles: Hey, maybe it's like - maybe it's like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know. Maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf. Am I drunk? Scott: You're wasted. Stiles: Yeah! Come on, dude, I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don't know. But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse. That didn't make any sense. I need a drink. Guy: Well, look at the two little bitches getting their drink on. Scott: Give it back. Guy One: What's that, little man? Guy Two: I think he wants a drink. Scott: I want the bottle. Stiles: Scott, maybe we should just go. Scott: You brought me here to get me drunk, Stiles. I'm not drunk yet. Give me the bottle. Give me the bottle of Jack. Stiles: Scott? Stiles: Okay, please tell me that was because of the breakup. Or 'cause tomorrow's the full moon. Going home now, yeah? Guy Two: How about we just go? Guy One: How about you just shut up? Guy Two: Come on, man, I'm freezing my junk off out here. Help! Help, please! Help me! Somebody help me! Help me! Please, God, help me! Please! No! No, no, no, please! No! Please, no! No! No, no, no, no! No, no, no, no! Noo! Radio: - Beautiful Monday morning, Beacon Hills High School is back open after being closed Thursday and Friday. Police search continues for alleged k*ller Derek Hale - Melissa: We should probably set this to buzzer. You alive in there? Scott: No. Melissa: Not ready to go back to school? Scott: No. Melissa: You want to stay home another day? Scott: No. Melissa: Want a brand new car? Me, too. This isn't just about what happened at the school, right? I mean, it's about what's her name. Do you want to talk about it? Scott: Not with you. Melissa: Hey, I've been through a few breakups myself, you know. I mean, disastrous ones, actually. Scott: I don't care about your breakups, mom. I'm gonna get her back. Allison: Dad, if you're going to insist on driving me to school, you at least have to let me out of the car. Chris: Kate, what's your opinion on home schooling? Kate: Well, you know, I'm more of a learning - by - doing kind of girl. Allison: What's your opinion on overprotective dads who keep ruining their daughter's lives? Allison: Thank you. Kate: You're welcome. So, Chris - Chris: Don't. Just - Your look communicates it perfectly. Yes, I underestimated the danger. Yes, we should've acted sooner. Yes, I should've listened to you. Anything else? Or does that cover it? Kate: All I was going to say is you need to stop and get some gas. Allison: It's just weird. Everybody's talking about what happened the other night, and nobody knows it was us. Lydia: Thank you, for the protection of minors. Allison: Lydia, do you think I made the wrong decision? Lydia: About that jacket with that dress? Absolutely. Allison: You know what I mean. Lydia: Hello? Scott locked us in a classroom and left us for d*ad. He's lucky we're not pressing charges or making him pay our therapy bills. Sheriff: We are watching his family's house. Maybe he'll wind up there. Give me a second. Don't you have a test to get to? Stiles: What's going on? Did you find Derek yet? Sheriff: I'm workin' on it. You go take your test. Stiles: All right, dad, listen to me. Sheriff: Go! Stiles: This is really important. You have to be careful tonight, okay? Especially tonight. Sheriff: Stiles, I'm always careful. Stiles: Dad, you've never dealt with this kind of thing before, okay? At least not like this. Sheriff: I know, which is why I brought in people who have. State detective. Go take your test. Scott: Allison. Harris: Mr. McCall, please take a seat. Harris: You have 45 minutes to complete the test. 25% of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book. However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with. Begin. Harris: Mr. McCall? Mr. Stilinski! Stiles: Scott? Scott? Scott: Stiles, I can't - Stiles: What's happening? Are you changing? Scott: No. No, I can't breathe. Stiles: Here, use this. Come on, do it. Scott: I was having an asthma att*ck? Stiles: No, you were having a panic att*ck. But thinking you were having an asthma att*ck actually stopped the panic att*ck. Irony. Scott: How did you know to do that? Stiles: I used to get them after my mom died. Not fun, huh? Scott: I looked at her, and it was like someone h*t me in the ribs with a hammer. Stiles: Yeah, it's called heartbreak. About 2 billion songs written about it. Scott: I can't stop thinking about her. Stiles: Well, you could think about this: Her dad's a werewolf hunter, and you're a werewolf, so it was bound to become an issue. That wasn't helpful. Dude, I mean, yeah, you got dumped, and it's supposed to suck. Scott: No, that's not it. It was like I could feel everything in the room, everyone else's emotions. Stiles: It's got to be the full moon. So we'll lock you up in your room later just like we planned. That way the Alpha, who is your boss, can't get to you, either. Scott: I think we need to do a lot more than lock me in my room. Stiles: What, you mean because if you get out, you'd be caught by hunters? Scott: No. Because if I get out - I think I might k*ll someone. Kate: So, what, another night of kicking through leaves in the woods? Chris: I prefer to think of it as another night trying to keep innocent people from being k*lled. A list which now includes my daughter. Fake detective: How do we know it won't try going after her again? Kate: It won't go after Allison. Chris: It won't have any target at all, not on a full moon. Fake detective: How come? Chris: An Alpha is like any other werewolf on a full moon. It struggles under its sway, which means tonight is our best chance to catch it, when it's unfocused. Kate: Yeah, but what if it has a reason to stay focused? Chris: Oh, do you know something we don't? Kate: I just don't like surprises. But you're the expert, so you tell me. Young Hunter: What about Derek? Kate: He's smarter than that. He won't be out tonight. There's cops everywhere. Chris: And if for some reason he is - Victoria: If he is - You find him, you k*ll him, you cut him in half. Anybody want a cookie? Jackson: Oh, uh, you got something on your - Here, let me. Allison: Thanks. Jackson: Yeah. Allison: You want the bite? Jackson: What? Allison: Do you want a bite? Jackson: Oh. No. Thanks. Allison: Are you doin' okay? I mean, since the other night? Jackson: Better than I thought I would be. You still thinking about everything that happened? Allison: Mostly about Scott. I haven't talked to him. Jackson: Probably a good idea. Allison: You don't think I made a mistake, do you? Jackson: No. In fact, I think he got - Exactly what he deserves. Coach: All right, geniuses, listen up. Due to the recent pink eye epidemic - Thank you, Greenberg - the following people have made first line on a probationary basis, emphasis on the word "probationary." Rodriguez. Welcome to first line. Taylor, and, uh - Oh, for the love of crap. I can't even read my own writing. What is that, an "s"? No, no, that's not an "s." That's a - that's a - That's a "b." It's definitely a "b." Uh, Rodriguez, Taylor, and, uh - Bilinski. Coach: Bilinski! Stiles: Yes? Coach: Shut up! Stiles: Yes, sir. Scott: Stiles. Stiles: It's Biles. Call me Biles, or I swear to God I'll k*ll you. Coach: Another thing. From here on out, immediately, we're switching to co - captains. Congratulations, McCall. Jackson: What? Coach: What do you mean, what? Jackson, this takes nothing away from you. This is about combining separate strengths into one unit. This is about taking your unit, McCall's unit, we're making one big unit. McCall, it's you and Jackson now. Everybody else - Asses on the field! Asses on the field! Stiles: Dude, can you believe this? You're a captain. I'm first line. I'm first freaking line! Lacrosse player: Don't think we're gonna let this go. He's not gonna be much of a co - captain in traction. Danny: Yeah, 'cause it's not like he scores more than anyone else. Jackson: Oh, is that the opinion of my best friend? Danny: The opinion of your best friend is, who the hell cares who's team captain? He's a good player. And you need to seriously get a grip. Let it go. Stiles: Are you not freaking out? I'm freaking out. Scott: What's the point? It's just a stupid title. And I could practically smell the jealousy in there. Stiles: Wait, you smell jealousy? Scott: Yeah, it's like the full moon's turned everything up to ten. Stiles: Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know, desire? Scott: What do you mean desire? Stiles: Like sexual desire? Scott: Sexual desire? Stiles: Yeah, sexual desire. Lust, passion, arousal. Scott: From Lydia? Stiles: What? No, in a general, broad sense, can you determine sexual desire? Scott: From Lydia to you? Stiles: Fine, yes, from Lydia to me. Look, I need to know if I have a chance with this girl, okay? I've been obsessing over her since the third freakin' grade. Scott: Why don't you just ask her? Stiles: Well, to save myself utterly crushing humiliation. Thank you, Scott. Okay? So, please, can you just go up and ask her if she likes me? See if her heartbeat rises, pheromones come out. Scott: Fine. Stiles: We - I love you. I love you. You're my best friend in the whole world. Scott: Hey, Lydia? Can we talk for a second? Lydia: Of course. Is this about the other night? You needed someone to talk to? Scott: Just I needed to ask you something. Do you, uh - Do you know if Allison still likes me? Lydia: Of course she still likes you. Scott: Really? Lydia: She'll always like you. As friends. Just friends. Scott: Just friends. Lydia: If you ask me - of course, nobody asks me she made a big mistake. Ask me how I know that. Scott: How? Lydia: Because I know you locked us in there to protect us. Because I know that when a guy risks his life for you, you should be grateful. Scott: Are you grateful? Lydia: I think you'd be pretty surprised at just how grateful I can be. Stiles: Hey. What happened? Scott: What? Stiles: What do you mean, what? Did you ask her? Did she say anything? Did she say she liked me? Did she imply she liked me? Scott: Yeah. Yeah, she likes you. In fact, she's totally into you. Coach: Let's go, next! Perfect. Stiles: Scott, you okay, dude? Look, I know we just got good news and all, but there's still seven hours till the full moon, okay? Coach: Let's go! Guess some people don't appreciate your new status there, McCall. Who's next? Let's go. You have a problem with that, Bilinski? Stiles: What? Yeah, no. Coach: All right, you're up, big boy. Let's go! That's it, McCall! That's the spirit! You earn it! Earn it, McCall! Player: Danny! Oh, man, Danny! Player Two: We didn't h*t him that hard. Player: Danny, are you okay? Stiles: Dude, what the hell are you doin'? Scott: He's twice the size of me. Coach: Come on, watch out. Stiles: Yeah, but everybody likes Danny. Now everybody's gonna hate you. Scott: I don't care. Lydia: Is he okay? Jackson: It looks like he just has a bloody nose - Lydia: What? Jackson: Your lipstick. Lydia: Oh. Oh, wonder how that happened. Jackson: Yeah. I wonder. Kate: Right, now, you can't tell your father about this, because he'll k*ll me. Allison: Okay. Kate: Okay. Well, what's our hapless victim's name? Allison: Mr. Bear. Kate: You named your Teddy Bear Mr. Bear? That's, like, the worst Teddy Bear name in the world. Allison: I was five years old. Kate: All right, well, just sh**t your unimaginatively named bear and put it out of its misery. Allison: Oh ha ha ha! Kate: See, now, that's what I'm talkin' about. See, if you would have had that the other night, you would have just - whoa, wait a minute. I thought you wanted to learn how to do this, sweetie. Allison: I just don't know what happened. Kate: With Scott? Aw. Listen, my gorgeous, young niece, you're gonna break hearts left and right, okay? And he was lucky to have gotten the tiny, little taste of Allison Argent's world that he got. Allison: But it just - It felt so right with him. And then he just started acting so strange, and now I don't know what to believe. Kate: Well, sweetie, he's a guy. You can't believe anything. Allison: It's just the whole thing with Derek Hale the other night - and Scott saying he didn't know him, but I saw them together. Kate: Whoa, hold on. Wait, back up. Scott knows Derek? Alleged k*ller Derek? Are they friends? Allison: No. Not really. I mean, at least that's what he said. Kate: How about you tell me everything that Scott said about Derek. Allison: What do you mean by everything? Kate: I mean everything. Melissa: Scott? Stiles: Stiles. Melissa: Key! Stiles: Yeah. I had one made, so - Melissa: That doesn't surprise me. It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me. What is that? Stiles: Uh, school project. Melissa: Mmm. Stiles, he's okay, right? Stiles: Who? Scott? Yeah. Totally. Melissa: He just doesn't talk to me that much anymore, not like he used to. Stiles: Well, he's had a bit of a rough week. Melissa: Yeah, yeah, I get it. Yeah, um - Okay, uh - Be careful tonight. Stiles: You, too. Melissa: Full moon. Stiles: What? Melissa: There's a full moon tonight. You should see how the E.R. Gets. Brings out all the nut jobs. Stiles: Oh. Melissa: Yeah. Stiles: Right. Melissa: You know, it's, um, actually where they came up with the word "lunatic." Stiles: Oh, my God! Dude. You scared the hell out of me. Your mom said you weren't home yet. Scott: I came in through the window. Stiles: Okay. Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought. Scott: I'm fine. I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight. Stiles: You sure about that? 'Cause you've got this kind of serial k*ller look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, 'cause it's really starting to freak me out. Scott: I'm fine. You should go now. Stiles: All right, I'll leave. Well, look, would you just at least look in the bag and see what I bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't. Sound good? Scott: You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog? Stiles: Actually, no. Scott: What the hell are you doing? Stiles: Protecting you from yourself and giving you some payback - For making out with Lydia. Jackson: What are you doing here? Allison: Oh, I was just thinking I might get back into something I haven't done for a while. What about you? Jackson: Oh, uh, for Danny. McCall bashed him pretty hard on the field. Why do I get the feeling you could use someone to talk to? Allison: Is it that obvious? Jackson: Maybe 'cause I'm kind of feeling the same way. Stiles: I brought you some water. Scott: I'm gonna k*ll you! Stiles: You kissed her, Scott, okay? You kissed Lydia. That's, like, the one girl that I ev - and, you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend. Scott: She kissed me. Stiles: What? Scott: I didn't kiss her. She kissed me. She would have done a lot more, too. You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me. She would have done anything I wanted. Anything! Allison: If I tell you something, will you promise not to laugh? Jackson: I would never laugh at you. Allison: I don't think it was Derek in the school. Jackson: Neither do I. Scott: Stiles, please let me out. It's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose. Please, Stiles, let me out. It's starting to hurt. It's not like the first time. It's the full moon. It's Allison breaking up with me. I know - That it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's k*lling me. I feel completely hopeless. Just, please, let me out. Stiles: I can't. Scott: No, no, no! Jackson: Is there something else? Look, Allison, just because you can't trust Scott, doesn't mean you can't trust anybody. Allison: But that's the thing. There are people lying to me, people closer to me than Scott. Jackson: Who? Allison: My father. And it's - it's not like I don't realize we're not exactly the most normal family on the block. I mean, not every teenage girl comes home to a garage full of Glocks and AK - 47s. Jackson: But, um - ? Allison: I just have this weird feeling, like, my dad knows more about what happened in the school than we do. Stiles: Scott, are you okay? Scott? Jackson: And I saw someone standing in the hall, but - But, I mean, it might have been Derek, but I couldn't see any features. It was - It was just this kind of black shape. Here's where it gets really hard to explain. The guy - Or whatever it was - It just got down on all fours, and then just took off. Allison: On all fours, like hands and knees? Jackson: No, like hands and feet. Like an animal. He moved like an animal. Allison: Well, then how do you know it wasn't an animal? Jackson: Because when he was standing up, he looked like a guy. Allison: Then what was it? What was that? Jackson: Don't. Derek: Stop! Scott, stop! Scott: What's happening to me? Derek: Exactly what he wants to happen. Stiles: Dad? Dad? Has anyone seen my - has anyone seen my dad? Sheriff: Stiles. What are you doing here? Chris: That one's Stiles? Kate: Another friend of Allison's. Chris: Are you gonna tell me about that talk you had with her? Kate: You tell me something first. That night you came across those two betas, one of them was smaller, right? Chris: Mmm. Kate: Well, was he just smaller? Or could he have been younger, too? Scott: Thanks. Wait. I can't do this. I can't be this and be with Allison. I need you to tell me the truth. Is there a cure? Derek: For someone who was bitten? I've heard of one. I don't know if it's true. Scott: Well, what is it? Derek: You have to k*ll the one that bit you. Scott: k*ll the Alpha? Derek: Scott. If you help me find him, I'll help you k*ll him.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "01x08 - Lunatic"}

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1x09 Wolfsbane Harris: Please don't k*ll me. Peter: Do you know who wrote that list? Harris: Laura - Laura Hale. Peter: Do you know why she was looking for you? I know why. Turn around, Adrian. Turn around and I'll show you. Turn around! Harris: No. Please. Peter: Look at me. Look at what you've done! Derek: Get down! Police: This is the police. You're surrounded. No one leave the building. Sheriff: Repeat, suspect is on foot. We're in pursuit, heading northwest. Chris: He's on foot. Just ran into the Iron Works. Kate: Wait, wait. Did you say on foot? Chris: Yeah, into the Iron Works. Kate: Running? Chris: Yes, running! Kate: If he's on foot, then who the hell is driving his car? Scott: Faster? Stiles: Much faster. Sheriff: Come on, get the dogs. What the hell? Stiles: Scott, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here. Scott: If I go faster, I'll k*ll us. Stiles: Well, if you don't go faster, they're gonna k*ll us! They're gone. Sheriff: All units, suspect is on foot heading into the Iron Works. Stiles: Get in. Scott: What part of laying low don't you understand? Derek: Damn it, I had him! Stiles: Who, the Alpha? Derek: Yes! He was right in front of me, and the friggin' police showed up. Stiles: Whoa, hey, they're just doing their jobs - Derek: Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state. Scott: Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake. I get it. Stiles: All right. How did you find him? Scott: Can you try to trust us for at least half a second? Stiles: Yeah, both of us. Or just him. I'll be back here. Derek: Look the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris. Stiles: Our chemistry teacher? Scott: Why him? Derek: I don't know yet. Scott: What's the second? Derek: Some kind of symbol. What? You know what this is? Scott: I've seen it on a necklace. Allison's necklace. Scott: This is gonna be impossible, you know. Stiles: Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it? Scott: How? Stiles: It's easy. You just say, "Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf that I need to k*ll in order to get back together with you?" Scott: You're not helping. Stiles: Why don't you just talk to her. Scott: She won't talk to me. What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something? Stiles: That's why you ease - that's why you ease back into it, okay? Get back on the good side, remind her of the good times. And then you ask for the necklace. You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you? Scott: Yeah. Stiles: All right, stay focused, okay? Get the necklace, get the Alpha, get cured, get Allison. In that order. Got it? Scott: Get the necklace. Doctor: What did you say it was that scratched you? Jackson: It was - it was just an animal. Look, can you hurry this up? I'm missing first period. Doctor: Have you had trouble sleeping lately? Jackson: Kind of. I've been having dreams. Doctor: Dreams or nightmares? Jackson: Nightmares. About a f*re. It's this - this house, and I can hear screaming - Wait, what does this have to do with anything? Doctor: Nothing. I hope. Jackson: What is that? Doctor: Just taking a closer look. Jackson: Look, I really don't have much time. Doctor: Hold still. Jackson: I thought you said you were just gonna take a look. Doctor: Yes. But in order to do that, I'm gonna have to dig a little deeper. Jackson: What are those? Doctor: Holding still, please. That didn't hurt, did it? Jackson: No, I'm just - I'm just cold. Doctor: Good. Because this actually will sting just a little bit. Holding still, please! Jackson: Oh - hey! Stop! Stop! It hurts! Doctor: There's something just underneath the skin here. Just one moment longer. Jackson: Stop! Doctor: Almost done. Holding still! Derek: Hold still! Doctor: All right, you can put your shirt back on. The scabs on your neck are nothing to worry about. Jackson: So I'm okay for my game tonight? Doctor: Oh, yeah. Absolutely. But I do want to give you an antibiotic. Have you been eating any strange herbs lately? Jackson: Like what? Doctor: Well, you have aconite poisoning. Jackson: What the hell is aconite? Doctor: Well, it's a purple flower, also called monk's hood or - Jackson: Wolfsbane. Doctor: Yes. So you are familiar with it, then? Jackson: No, I - I have no idea how I knew that. Melissa: Hi. Jackson: Hey, uh, would you mind if I look something up on your computer real quick? Melissa: I bet a handsome face like that doesn't hear "no" very often. Aren't you one of Scott's friends? Jackson: Yeah. Good friends, actually. Melissa: Yeah? Just be quick, okay? Jackson: I know what you are, McCall. Scott: Wh - what? Jackson: I know what you are. Scott: I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about. Jackson: Yeah - Yeah, you do. And here's the thing. However it is you came to be what you are, you're gonna get it for me too. Scott: Get what for you? Jackson: Whatever it is. A bite, a scratch. Sniffing magic fairy dust under the moonlight - I don't care. You're gonna get it for me, or, uh - She's gonna find out about it too. Stiles: How the hell did he find out? Scott: I have no idea. Stiles: Did he say it out loud - the word? Scott: What word? Stiles: Werewolf. Did he say, "I know you're a werewolf"? Scott: No, but he implied it pretty freaking clearly. Stiles: Okay, maybe it's not as bad as it seems. I mean, he doesn't have any proof, right? And if he wanted to tell someone, who's gonna believe him anyway? Scott: How about Allison's father? Stiles: Okay, it's bad. Scott: I need a cure. Right now. Stiles: Does he know about Allison's father? Scott: I don't know. Stiles: Okay, where's Derek? Scott: Hiding, like we told him to. Why? Stiles: I have another idea. It's gonna take a little time and finesse, though. Scott: We have that game tonight. It's quarterfinals. And it's your first game. Stiles: I know, I know. Look, do you have a plan for Allison yet? Scott: She's in my next class. Stiles: Get the necklace. Scott: Right. Get the necklace. Lydia: Try another row, sweetheart. Teacher: Okay, class, let's settle down. Let's get our books out. Scott: Allison. Allison: Hey. Class is beginning. Scott: I know. I'll shut up. I just, um - I have some stuff on my phone that I wanted to send you. I thought you might like it. Allison: Okay. Teacher: All right, I'd like to return to our discussion from yesterday with a more in - depth analysis of Iago and the way in which he preyed upon Othello's jealousies. We seem to have some here today. Scott: Allison. Allison: Why did you send me those? Are you trying to make me feel even worse for breaking up with you? Scott: No. I thought you would like them. I - I thought they would remind you of us. Allison: Are you trying to hurt me - Get back at me? Scott: No. Allison: Please don't talk to me. Okay? I need more time to get to just friends. Okay? Please. Stiles: Did you get her to give you the necklace? Scott: Not exactly. Stiles: Ah. What happened? Scott: She told me not to talk to her. At all. Stiles: So she's not giving you the necklace - Scott: She's not giving me the necklace! Stiles: Well, did you find anything else out? Scott: Just that I know nothing about girls, and that they're totally psychotic. Stiles: Okay, I came up with a plan "B" just in case anything like this happened. Scott: What's plan "B"? Stiles: Just steal the stupid thing. Scott: Couldn't we try at least getting to Harris? Stiles: My dad put him on a 24 - hour protective detail, okay? The necklace is all we got. Steal it. Thank you. Scott: Stiles, he's watching us. Jackson: Scott - You can hear me? You can, can't you? Stiles: What's wrong? Scott: Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him. Look at me. Just talk to me. Act normal. Pretend that nothing's happening. Jackson: Are you trying to pretend not to hear me? Scott: Say something. Talk to me! Stiles: I can't think of anything. My mind's a complete blank. Scott: Your mind's blank? You can't think of something to say? Stiles: Not under this kind of pressure. FYI, he's not even sitting with them anymore. Scott: Where the hell is he? Jackson: Looking for me, McCall? I'm right here. So what else can you do? Huh? Can you see better? Are you stronger, more powerful? No, I knew there was no way you suddenly got that good at lacrosse. Which means you're actually a cheater, aren't you? I mean, can you even play lacrosse? Scott: Yes. Jackson: I'll bet my new co - captain's gonna score a bunch of sh*ts tonight, aren't you? And while you're pretending you're not a lying cheat, I'm gonna ruin your life if you don't give me what I want. And you know what I'm gonna start with? Her. I'm gonna destroy any chance you'll ever have with her. And when I'm done with that, I'm gonna get her all alone, and I'm gonna get my hands all over that tight little body. Stiles: Scott, come on, you can't let him do this. You can't let him have this kind of power over you. Okay? Jackson: I'm gonna do everything you never got the chance to do, and, Scott, she's gonna beg for more. I'll bet she likes to get loud. Maybe she's even a screamer. How are you gonna feel, Scott - When she's screaming my name? Allison: You b*at me again. Jackson: I have an unfair advantage. You see these cheekbones? Aerodynamically suited for speed in water. So you're coming to the game tonight, right? Allison: I was thinking no. Jackson: You have to. We win tonight, we're in the semifinals. It's not because of Scott, right? Allison: I was thinking it might be a little weird. Jackson: He's fine with it. He actually asked me if you were coming. He said he hoped you didn't feel weird about it. Scott: I did? Allison: He did? Jackson: Yeah. You know, he's a good guy. You can't hate him too much. I mean, it's pretty obvious he's a little immature to be dating somebody like you. But then, you - you can't really blame him for trying. Lydia: Jackson! This little text - not funny! Jackson: No, I wasn't trying to be funny. I would have put a "ha ha" at the end of it. And, see, there's no "ha ha." Lydia: "Lydia, please give back my spare house key at your earliest convenience - As we are no longer dating"? Jackson: You didn't lose it, did you? Lydia: What the hell is this? Jackson: Well, Lydia, in preparation for some big changes, I've decided to drop some of the d*ad weight in my life. And you're just about the deadest. Lydia: Are you breaking up with me? Jackson: Dumping, actually. I'm dumping you. Lydia: Dumped by the co - captain of the lacrosse team. I wonder how many minutes it'll take me to get over that. Wait, seconds, actually. Seconds! Sheriff: Hey, Stiles! Stiles: Yo, D—Derek. I, um - Sheriff: What'd you say? Stiles: What? I said "Yo - d - dad." Sheriff: Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game. Stiles: My first game. Guh, it's great. Awesome. Uh - Good. Sheriff: I'm very happy for you. And I'm really proud of you. Stiles: Thanks. Me too. I'm happy and proud - of myself. Sheriff: So they're really gonna let you play, right? Stiles: Yeah, dad. I'm first line. Believe that? Sheriff: I'm very proud. Stiles: Oh, me too. Again, I'm - Huggie - Huggie, huggie - Sheriff: See you there. Stiles: Take it easy. Stiles: I'm sor - oh! Derek: If you say one word - Stiles: Oh, what, you mean, like, "Hey, dad, Derek Hale's in my room - Bring your g*n"? Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy. Stiles: Oh, my God! Derek: Scott didn't get the necklace? Stiles: No. He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try. The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there. Derek: So? Stiles: So it wasn't Scott. Derek: Well, can you find out who sent it? Stiles: No, not me. But I think I know somebody who can. Danny: You want me to do what? Stiles: Trace a text. Danny: I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do. Stiles: And we will, once you trace the text. Danny: And what makes you think I know how? Stiles: I - I looked up your arrest report, so - Danny: I - I was 13. They dropped the charges. Stiles: Whatever. Danny: No, we're doing lab work. Stiles: Oh, my - Danny: Who's he again? Stiles: Um, my cousin - Miguel. Danny: Is that blood on his shirt? Stiles: Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds. Hey, Miguel. I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts. So anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably - Derek: Uh, Stiles? Stiles: Yes? Derek: This - no fit. Stiles: Then try something else on. Sorry. Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny? The shirt. Danny: It's - it's not really his color. Stiles: You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy? Danny: You're a horrible person. Stiles: I know. It keeps me awake at night. Anyway, about that text. Derek: Stiles! None of these fit. Danny: I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text. Danny: There. The text was sent from a computer. This one. Derek: Registered to that account name? Stiles: No, no, no, no. That can't be right. Chris: Scott. She should be home in a few minutes. She sometimes goes for a run after school. Scott: You know, actually, I should get going. I've got a game to get to tonight. Chris: You want something to drink? I'm gonna have a beer. Scott: You don't have to test me anymore. Your - daughter already dumped me. Chris: No test. I'm sorry. High school romances burn bright, fade fast. Go ahead. Scott: I'm good, thanks. Chris: So I was curious about something, Scott. How do you know Derek Hale? Scott: Who? Kate: Damn, you got some lungs on you! Allison: Did you follow me here? Kate: Well, you can't blame me for being concerned about my favorite niece, now, can you? What are you looking for? Allison: I don't know - Something. Anything. Kate: You mean answers - To lingering questions like - Allison: Why he would want to k*ll us. Kate: Well, I mean, come on, look at this place. Could you imagine if your father and I were trapped in something like this? It might do some pretty interesting things to your head, don't you think? Allison: It wouldn't turn me into a psychotic k*ller. Kate: You don't have to be psychotic to be a k*ller. You just - need a reason. And even then, sometimes - You can surprise yourself. What do you want, Allison? Allison: I want to not be scared. That night in the school, I felt utterly weak. Like - like I needed somebody to come in and rescue me. I hate that feeling. I want to feel stronger than that. I want to feel powerful. Kate: Allison, if you can give me just a little bit of time - Be just a little patient - I think I can give you exactly what you want. Chris: Allison said that she's seen you talking to him. Don't you think that seems a little disconcerting, Scott? You talking to an alleged m*rder? Scott: It's not like I'm the only one that knows him. Chris: But you're the only one that's talking to him. Scott: Why are you talking to me like I've done something wrong? Chris: Have you? You don't have to be afraid of me. I mean, you get that I'm just thinking of my daughter's safety, right? Scott: Will you believe me if say I think about it too? That it's all that I think about. When we were in the school the other night, every choice that I made, everything I did - every single thing was to make sure that she was safe! Chris: You should go. You don't want to be late for your game. Scott: Did you get the picture? Stiles: Yeah, I did, and it looks just like the drawing. Derek: Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something. Scott: No, no, the thing's flat. And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? You're supposed to be here. You're first line. Coach: Where the hell is Bilinski? Scott: Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start. Stiles: I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him - tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks. Derek: You're not gonna make it. Stiles: I know. Derek: And you didn't tell him about his mom, either. Stiles: Not till we find out the truth. Derek: By the way, one more thing. Stiles: Yeah. Oh, God! What the hell was - Derek: You know what that was for. Go. Go! Jackson: It's the bite that does it, isn't it? Scott: Yes. Jackson: Well, then, it's easy. Scott: No, it's not. I can't be the one to do it, okay? It has to be - It has to be an Alpha. Jackson: Well, then, you get him to do it. Scott: I don't even know who he is. Okay, trust me. This whole thing is so much more complicated than you think. There's - there's others. There's hunters. Jackson: Hunting what? What hunters? Scott: Werewolf hunters. Jackson: Oh, my God. You've got to be kidding me. No, jerk - off! There's a whole family of them, and they carry as*ault r*fles. Do you get that? as*ault r*fles. Jackson: Them? Scott: What? No, no - Jackson: Oh, my God, that actually makes sense. Allison Argent. Oh, my God, you don't get it. You've known her this long, and you never actually asked her - her name, idiot. Do you know what Argent means in French? It means silver. Stiles: Yeah, I said I can't find her. Derek: Look, ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle. Stiles: Yeah, well, he's not here either. Derek: What? Stiles: He's not here. He's gone, Derek. Derek: Stiles, get out of there right now - it's him! He's the Alpha! Get out! Peter: You must be Stiles. Nurse: What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over. Stiles: You - and him. You're - you're the one who - Oh, my - and he's - Oh, my God, I'm gonna die. Peter: That's not nice. She's my nurse. Derek: She's a psychotic bitch helping you k*ll people. Get out of the way. Stiles: Oh, damn. Peter: You think I k*lled Laura on purpose? One of my own family? My mind, my personality were literally b*rned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct. Derek: You want forgiveness? Peter: I want understanding. Do you have any idea - What it was like for me during those years? Slowly healing, cell by cell. Even more slowly coming back to consciousness. Yes, becoming an Alpha, taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that. I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you. Harris: It was six years ago, and in my defense, it was before I'd gotten sober. Sheriff: Listen, I have my son's first lacrosse game to get to. What do you say we just focus on the details, huh? Harris: I met her at a bar. We had a lot of drinks. A lot. She started asking me what I do, and she kept asking questions. Do you have any idea what that's like? To have someone actually interested in the topic of chemistry - After staring at all these vacant faces day after - Sheriff: Details. Harris: Like I said, I talked. It was fascinating stuff. How you could melt away the lock of a bank vault. How you could dissolve a body, and get away with m*rder. Sheriff: How you could start a f*re, and get away with arson? Harris: And a week later, the Hale house burns down. Sheriff: You know, you could have said something. Harris: And be an accomplice? It would have ended my teaching career. Sheriff: So you don't know her name or where she was from? Harris: No! Which is exactly what Laura Hale asked. I'll point you in the same direction that I pointed her. Sheriff: What is this? Harris: The necklace the girl was wearing. That's the symbol on it. I asked her about it. She said it was a family thing. You find the girl wearing that necklace, she's your arsonist. Sheriff: m*rder. Harris: Excuse me? Sheriff: Arson happens to property. This girl's a m*rder. Peter: I was going to wait, for dramatic flair - but - When you look this good, why wait? Derek, you have to give me a chance to explain. After all, we're family. Coach: Now, this is what I like to see, rivals turned allies. You know there's no "me" in "team," right, boys? Scott: Yes, there is, coach. Coach: Okay, smartass, how 'bout this - No "A" in econ if no win on field? Good? Huh? Perfect. Good. Scott: So what are you gonna do? Jackson: Well, I'm gonna give you a chance to give me what I want. What's three days, huh? 72 hours. That's all you get, Scott. 72 hours. Scott: What if I can't? Jackson: Oh, come on, McCall. That's not a winning attitude. Coach: Let's go. Huddle up! Let's go! Big night! Big night! Allison: That one. That's Jackson. Kate: Holy hotness. Oh, if I was in high school again - Maybe just a substitute teacher. Allison: You are sick. Kate: You should be all over that. Chris, remember how we were talking about a second beta - a younger one? Chris: Yes. Kate: Can you get turned by a scratch? Chris: If the claws go deep enough. Maybe. Kate: Wonder how deep those went. Coach: Ready? Say it so they can hear it! Hands in. What are we? Team: We are lacrosse! Coach: All right, take the field! Let's go!

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "01x09 - Wolf's Bane"}

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1x10 Co - Captain Scott: Stiles. Stiles! Has anyone seen Stiles? Stiles! Has anyone seen Stiles? Allison: Uh, you were - pretty awesome out there. Scott: Thanks. You too. I mean - that's not what I meant. Allison: No, no, I - did some pretty awesome cheering. You can thank me. Scott: You did? Allison: Totally. I went from, "go, team, go, to "defense, defense," without a - a breath. I brought my A game. Lacrosse player: State, state, state, state - Jackson: Oh, isn't that just heartbreaking? Gosh, I bet it causes a lot of sleepless nights. You know what, though, McCall? I actually sympathize, which is why I'm gonna make this mutually beneficial. You give me what I want - and, uh, I'll help you get her back. Scott: What? Jackson: Well, three days makes it just in time for the winter formal. Uh, think about you taking her instead of me. And also think about all the things you' have to do to get her out of some tight little dress by the end of the night. See how this could work out for everybody? Three days, McCall. Have fun. Danny: By the way, McCall - Apology accepted. Scott: I didn't apologize. Danny: Every time you got the ball tonight, you passed it to me. Scott: Every time I passed the ball to you, you scored. Danny: Apology accepted. Scott: Danny? What the hell - Thank God! Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what's been going on? Peter: I really don't get Lacrosse. Scott: It was you - Peter: When I was in high school, we played basketball. There's a real sport. Still, I read somewhere that Lacrosse comes from native Americans tribes and that they played it to resolve conflict. I have that right? Hm. I have l little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott. But I need your help to do it. Scott: I'm not helping you k*ll people. Peter: Well, I don't want to k*ll all of them. Just the responsible ones. And that doesn't have to include - Derek: Allison. Scott: You're on his side? Are you forgetting the part where he k*lled your sister? Derek: It was a mistake. Scott: What? Derek: It happens. Peter: Scott - I think you're getting the wrong impression of us. We really just want to help you reach your full potential. Scott: By k*lling my friends. Peter: Sometimes the people closest to you - can be the ones holding you back the most. Scott: If they're holding me back from becoming a psychotic nut job like you, I'm okay with that. Peter: Maybe - you could try and see things - from my perspective. Laura: Peter? Stiles: Dude, we have a huge problem. Scott: Trust me - I know. Chris: It hasn't been an issue since we lived here. Kate: All I'm saying is that f*ring those things so close by is bound to draw some attention. Chris: These things have saved my life more than once, and I know how to be inconspicuous when I need to. Kate: This coming from a man whose preferred w*apon is a crossbow. You know these extra skills are something you could be teaching your daughter. Chris: Not yet. Kate: Ever? Chris: Not - yet. You coming? Kate: Yeah. Coming. Chris: Car trouble? Lydia: Allison - When you said you needed to stop for an errand before we went shopping - a five - mile hike in the woods was not what I was expecting. Allison: Before I forget, I wanted to ask if you're okay with something. Jackson asked me to the winter formal. Lydia: Did he? Allison: Huh. Just as friends. But I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it first. Lydia: Sure. As long as it's just friends. Allison: Well, yeah, I mean - It's not like I would take him to the coach's office during lacrosse practice to make out with him or anything. Lydia: Uh, about that - Jackson: It's okay. I'm just gonna call a tow truck. Chris: Oh, I know a few things about cars. Could be something simple. Jackson: I don't know. I mean, it's a pretty expensive car and they pull all this warranty crap if you do your own repairs, right? Chris: Well - I won't tell if you won't. It's Jackson, right? Come here. I'll show you what to look for. Oh, sorry. Jackson: What? Chris: Your neck. You hurt yourself? Jackson: No. I mean, it's just - just a scratch. Chris: Well, it looks like more than a scratch. Kinda looks like claw marks. You all right? Jackson: Yeah, look, I'm just gonna call for a tow truck, okay? Chris: Is there any reason you're so reluctant to tell me what it was that did that? Stiles: What's up? Scott: Is everything okay? Chris: Hey, Scott. Your friend, here, was having car trouble. We're just taking a look. Scott: There's a shop right down the street. I'm sure they have a tow truck. Stiles: Yeah. You want a ride? Hey, come on, Jackson. You're way too pretty to be out here all by yourself. Chris: Hey, boys. Told you I knew a few things about cars. Jackson: What, are you following me, now? Scott: Yes, you stupid freaking idiot. You almost gave away everything, right there. Jackson: What are you talking about? Scott: He thinks you're the second beta. Jackson: What? Scott: He thinks you're me! Stiles: Dude, my jeep. Scott: I can hear your heart beating from a mile away - literally! Now he thinks that there's something wrong, and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn't k*ll you too! Stiles: Okay, how about we step away from Stiles' Jeep. Jackson: This is your problem, not mine, okay? I didn't say anything, which means you're the one that's gonna get me k*lled. Okay, this is your fault. Stiles: Can we stop hitting my jeep? Yo, all right, yo, guys, stop. All right? Scott: When they come after you, I won't be able to protect you. I can't protect anyone. Stiles: Why are you looking at me? Jackson: You know, now you have to do it. Get me what I want, and I will be fine protecting myself. Scott: No, you won't! Just trust me. All it does is make things worse. Jackson: Oh, yeah, really? You can hear anything you want and run faster than humanly possible. Sounds like a real hardship, McCall. Scott: Yeah, I can run really fast now - Except half the time, I'm running away from people trying to k*ll me! And I can hear things like - like my girlfriend telling people that she doesn't trust me anymore right before breaking up with me. I'm not lying to you! It - ruins your life. Jackson: It ruined your life. You had all the power in the world, and you didn't know what to do with it. You know what it's actually like? It's like you turned 16 and someone bought you a Porsche when they should have started you out with a nice little Honda. Me? I drive a Porsche. Lydia: What does that do? Allison: We're about to find out. Lydia: What the hell was that? Allison: I don't know. Lydia: Well - that was fun! Any more lethal w*apon you wanna try out? Allison: Hold this. Lydia: What? Why? Allison: Because I thought I heard something. Lydia: So - what if you heard something? Allison: So - I want to find out what that something is. Don't worry. It's probably nothing. Lydia: Well, what if that nothing is something and that something is something dangerous? Allison: sh**t it. Allison: Scott? Scott: Trigger finger! Allison: Oh! Oh, God, oh, God. I'm so, so, so, so sorry. Scott: Ohh - no, it's my fault. Totally my fault. Allison: Are you okay? Scott: Yeah. I'm fine. Allison: I didn't know it was you. If I'd known it was you I'd - Scott: Still would have pulled the trigger? Allison: No! Of course not. Seriously, I - I'm so sorry. Are you sure you're okay? Scott: Yeah. I think so. Allison: What were you doing here anyway? Were you - following us? Scott: No. Not at all. Your dad told me that you run this trail sometimes, and I was hoping to catch you alone. Allison: By following me? Scott: Well - yeah. Allison: What for? Scott: I found this at school. Allison: Thank God! I was beginning to think it was stolen. Scott: No. No, just lost. Definitely not - stolen by anyone. Allison: Well, thank you for finding it. And for bringing it. Scott: You don't - think I'm a total stalker now, do you? Allison: Hmm - no. I just think you're weird. Like you always are. Stiles: Whatcha doing? Sheriff: Work. Stiles: Anything I can help with? Sheriff: You know, if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that would be awfully nice. Stiles: Any leads? Sheriff: You know I can't discuss that with you. Not too much. Stiles: Okay. There you go, dad. Sheriff: Thanks. Stiles: Bottoms up. Sheriff: You know, Derek Hale would be a whole hale of a lot - Hale of a lot? Stiles: Hell of a lot? Sheriff: Hell. Yes. He would be a hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get an actual picture of him. Stiles: How do you not have a picture of him? Sheriff: It's the weirdest thing. It's like every time we tried to get a mug sh*t, it's like two - Laser beams were pointing at the camera. Stiles: Nice. Sheriff: Oh, my God. Ohh! God, that ounce h*t me like a brick. And I have said way too much, and if you repeat any of that - Stiles: Dad - it's me. I'm not gonna say anything. Come on. Sheriff: See, the thing is they're all connected. I mean, the bus driver that got k*lled, he was an insurance investigator assigned to the Hale house f*re. Stiles: "Terminated under suspicion of fraud." Sheriff: Exactly. Stiles: Who else? Sheriff: The video store clerk who got his throat slashed - He's a convicted felon, history of arson. Stiles: What about the other two guys, the guys who got k*lled in the woods? Sheriff: Priors all over their records including - Stiles: Arson. So maybe they all had something to do with the f*re. Another sh*t? Sheriff: No, no, no, no more. Stiles: Dad, come on. You work really hard, all right? You deserve it. Sheriff: Oh, my God, I'm gonna have such a hangover. Stiles: You mean you're gonna have such a good night's sleep. I'm gonna have an eternity in the lowest circle of hell. Teacher: Scott, I noticed you hadn't handed your paper, today. If you need an extension, the best I can do is another 48 hours. Scott: Ohh, son of a - Not now, mom. I said not now. Allison: Sorry. Your mom let me in. Can we talk? Sheriff: Stiles, there's just so many questions. Stiles: Like what? Sheriff: Like if Derek - wanted to k*ll everyone involved with the f*re. Then why start with his sister? I mean, she had nothing to do with it. Why make it look like some kind of animal did it? When that cougar ended up in the parking lot - I checked with animal control. You know the instances of wild animal reports were up 70% over the past few months? It's like they're just going crazy, running out of the woods. I don't know. Stiles: Or something's scaring them out. Sheriff: You know, I miss talking to you. It's like we never have time - Stiles: Dad, you know, I have to make a phone call - I'm sorry. I'll be right back. Sheriff: I do. I miss it.nAnd I miss your mom. Stiles: What'd you say? Sheriff: Thanks. Scott: Do you want me to say something first? Allison: No. Scott: Okay. Do you want me to leave you alone for a few minutes? Allison: Why would I want that? Scott: I don't know. It's just that, um - you came in here and said that you wanted to talk, and we've been sitting here for like ten minutes - and you haven't said anything yet, and it's starting to freak me out. Allison: Sorry. It's a little hard to start. This is going to sound really ridiculous. Like, I - I guess I just - I don't want you to laugh at me. Scott: I would never laugh at you. Allison: It's about my family. Scott: Okay. Allison: A little while ago, I caught them in a lie. A small one. When my aunt first arrived, she had car trouble, and - My dad said it was a flat tire, but she said she needed a jump start. Scott: Maybe it was just a little miss communication. Allison: Yeah, that was what I though too. And then I found glass on her car like - her window had been smashed in. I've been overhearing some really strange conversations. I think some of it has to do with Derek. Scott: Are you sure? Allison: Yeah. I think that he's not - Melissa: Hey, Scott, I'm coming home late tonight - what? What - what's wrong? Is it - is it my hair, makeup? Scott: No. No, nothing. You look beautiful. Allison: You look amazing. Scott: Amazing. Why do you look amazing? Melissa: Because, amazingly, I'm having dinner for once with a member of the male gender who's over the age of 16. Scott: Who? Melissa: Uh, it's a medical rep that came into the hospital, today. Yeah, we just kinda started talking, and the next thing I know, I'm saying yes to dinner and - I'm really hating myself for skipping the gym last week. Scott: What - medical rep? Melissa: That medical rep. And, uh, I'm not - I'm not ready. I'm not ready. I'm not done, I'm not ready, so if you could please just get the - get the door and talk with him, okay, just - Be nice. Scott: Just one minute, okay? Melissa: Scott! Get the door. Scott! For the love of God, please! Hey. What are you doing? Aren't you gonna invite him in? Peter: Hello there. Peter: Really? Slam the door in my face? Come on, Scott. Take a second to think that through. Scott: I'll tell her. Peter: That I used to be a catatonic invalid with burns covering half my face? Good luck with that. Scott: If you hurt her, if you even touch her - Peter: Scott, if I may interrupt your listing of the top five most impotent - sounding thr*at for a moment, try and remember that I've been in a coma for six years. Don't you think I'd like to have dinner with a beautiful woman? Melissa: Just - just half a second. Sorry. Peter: Or maybe - You think that I've come up with an idea. Like how it might be easier to convince you to be part of the pack - if your mother is too. You need to understand how much more powerful we are together - You and me and Derek. Did you know that some of the most successful military operations during the second world w*r were the German U - boat att*cks? Do you know what they called them? Wolf packs. Did you know that? Or are you failing history as well? Scott: I know the Germans lost the w*r. Peter: I think you'll find that most historians would argue that as a failure of leadership. And trust me, we don't have that problem here. Melissa: I'm ready, I'm ready. Sorry again. Scott: Mom - Melissa: Yes? Sweetheart? Scott: Have a good time. Melissa: Okay. Jackson: What the hell? Hey. Derek: I like your taste in music. I haven't heard this one - in a long time. Jackson: I'm not scared of you. Come on. I'm not afraid. Derek: Yeah. You are. You know, I bet you haven't had a day in your whole life - where you haven't been afraid of something. But you won't have to be anymore. Not when you're one of us. Scott: If you just stay, I swear - I'll be right back. I just - I just have to, um - I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't totally, incredibly important. Allison: It's all right. Scott: No, no. I want to talk to you. There's actually nothing I want to do more right now. Can you please stay? Please? I'll be right back. Thank you. Peter: Everything okay? Melissa: Mm, I don't know. I just feel like we maybe missed the turn for the restaurant? Peter: Hm, I'll pull over. We can map it on your phone. Melissa: Okay. What? Peter: I was just noticing that you have the most incredible skin. It's flawless. Melissa: That's a new one on me. Peter: Do you mind? Melissa: Oh. Sorry. Melissa: Oh, are you kidding me? Stiles! Stiles: Mrs. McCall? Melissa: Yes! Stiles: Wow, this is - this is just crazy. What a coincidence, huh? Melissa: Ha ha - Peter: Nicely done, Scott. Nicely done. Stiles: I mean - I do not know what happened. You guys just came out of nowhere. Melissa: Came out of nowhere! We were parked on the side of the road, Stiles. Stiles: How crazy is that? I mean, we should probably call the cops, you know, do like an accident report thing. Peter: I don't think that's necessary. Stiles: Are you sure? I think I'm feeling a little whiplash. Melissa: Whiplash? You h*t us! Stiles: I don't know - there's something definitely wrong with my neck. Peter: I know you're there, Scott, and I'm impressed. It's too bad most teenagers aren't that smart. It's like that one on the lacrosse team - Jackson. Thinks he knows all about us. You know how they say knowledge is power. Not in his case. Scott: Jackson. Oh, no. Jackson: This is it? This is the place? Derek: Go ahead. Jackson: Is it safe? I don't want rafters falling on my head. Derek: Go in. Jackson: What's in here? Derek: Everything you want. It's gonna be all right. Trust me. Jackson: This house - It's the same h - house. Derek: What'd you say? Jackson: I've dreamt about this place. I - I remember the staircase. I remember these - these walls. I remember - everything. Derek: You've been here? Jackson: No, never. I dreamt it. There's no one else here, and no one else is coming? No, please - Please don't, okay? I'll shut up - I'll never say another word again. I'll leave Scott alone. Please, you can't do this! Please! I - I don't deserve it. Derek: I think you do. Jackson: N - no! Derek: Look around you! Wouldn't there be someone here trying to save you? There's no one here. There is a reason. No one cares that you drive an expensive car. No one cares that you have perfect hair, and no one cares that you're captain of the lacrosse team. Scott: Excuse me. Co - captain. Derek: Move! Scott: No. Derek: Fine. I'll k*ll you too. Cover your eyes! Scott! Go! Run! Scott: Allison. Scott: Stop. Deaton: It's all right, Scott. You're gonna be all right. Deaton: I wouldn't get up just, yet. Scott: Where am I - Deaton: You're fine. And I've given you something that should - Speed up the healing process. Scott: But you're a vet. Deaton: That's very true - and 90% of the time, I'm mostly treating cats and dogs. Scott: Mostly? Deaton: Mostly. Allison: What is this place? Kate: Let's start with the basics. You know how every family has its secrets? Ours is a little different. Isn't he beautiful?

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "01x10 - Co-Captain"}

foreverdreaming

1x11 Formality Allison: What are you doing to him? Is that gonna k*ll him? Kate: Oh, come on, kiddo. Don't get all ethical on me now. Allison: What is he? Kate: Shape - shifter. Lycan. Werewolf. To me he's just another dumb animal. Kate: Come here. See these right here? These are canines, also known as fangs. Made for the tearing and rending of flesh. Not something you'd find on those cute little leaf - eating herbivores, is it? Allison: This is a joke to you? Kate: Sweetheart, there are werewolves running around in the world. Everything's a joke to me. How else do you think I stay sane? Allison: So - it was him at the high school and all the other animal att*cks? Kate: There's actually three of them - Another younger one like him called a Beta, and then there's the Alpha. Alpha's the pack leader - Bigger, stronger, nastier. Those - are the real ugly motherf - Allison: Oh, God, not now. Allison: When were they gonna tell me? Kate: They still haven't decided if they're gonna tell you. Allison: Why? Kate: Let's just say if you react badly when you find out - Not good. Allison: What do you mean,"not good"? Kate: They don't think that you can handle it. They look at you and they see this frightened little girl who's gonna run crying in the corner when she finds out the truth. Me - what I see - Natural talent. Allison, you said you wanted to feel more powerful, right? Now's your chance. Allison: What am I supposed to do now? Kate: Go to school, do your homework. Go to the Formal on Friday night. Be a normal teenage girl who doesn't know anything. Trust me to get everything ready for the next part. Allison: What's the next part? Kate: You're gonna help me catch the second Beta. Sheriff: Allison? You all right? Allison: Yeah. Sorry I was going so fast, I - I didn't realize I - I - Sheriff: Oh, no. Uh - Okay, all right, uh - Listen, you weren't going that fast. Just, uh - 75 in a 25 in a - construction zone. Allison: Oh, God - uh, I'm not crying get out of the ticket. I just, um - I don't want you to think I'm like this - Sheriff: No, it's okay, perfectly okay. It's, uh - Allison: No, please. Write me a ticket. I need you to write me a ticket, okay? Sheriff: Okay. I don't see how that's gonna really make you feel a lot better - Allison: It's so humiliating. I swear I'm not like this. Sheriff: I understand. Allison: This isn't me. This is - this is - This is not me! This is not me. I'm okay. Sheriff: Yeah? Allison: Yeah. I'm okay. I'm okay. Sheriff: Do I still have to write you a ticket? Deaton: Welcome back to the land of the conscious. You doing okay? Maybe you should sit down, huh? Hello? Deaton: I'm sorry, but we're - We're closed. Peter: Hi there. I'm here to pick up. Deaton: I'm not sure I remember you dropping off. Peter: This one wandered in on its own. Deaton: Even if he did, I'm afraid I can't help you - We're closed. Peter: Well, I think you can make an exception this one time - Don't you? Deaton: I'm sorry. That's not going to be possible. Maybe you could come back during regular hours. Peter: You have something of mine. I'm here to collect it. Deaton: Like I said - We're closed. Peter: Mountain ash. That's an old one. Deaton: Let me be as clear as possible. We - are - closed. Peter: There are others who can help me get what I want, Scott. More innocent - and far more vulnerable. Scott: Allison! Scott: Call it again. Stiles: It's not here. Okay, so you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one? Scott: I can't afford a new one. And I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek. Stiles: Well, "A", you're not alone. You have me. And "B", didn't you say Derek walked into g*n? He sounds pretty d*ad. Scott: Argent's plan was to use him to get to the Alpha - they're not gonna k*ll him. Stiles: All right, so then just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to get Peter - problem solved. Scott: Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek! I can't protect her on my own. Which means we either find Derek first - just - just help me! Stiles: You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting. You remember that, when he was trying to k*ll you, after you interrupted him trying to k*ll Jackson? Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here? Scott: He wasn't going to k*ll anyone. And I'm not letting him die. Stiles: Could you at least think about letting him die? For me? What? Scott: My Mom just got home from work. Melissa: Hi. It's me. Melissa Mccall. I'm - giving you a call. That always sounds really weird because of my last name, Mccall. So - yeah. Um - You know, I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to reschedule dinner or lunch. It doesn't have to be dinner. Lunch is good. Or maybe you would like to do coffee, or maybe you're a tea drinker. I don't know. You know, we could also just go out for drinks. Yeah, 'cause I think I need a few after this profoundly embarrassing phone call. So if this really doesn't freak you out too much after this disastrous call, feel free to, um, give me a call. Stiles: Is she okay? What's she doing? Scott: Crying. Stiles: Scott, you can't protect everyone. Scott: I have to. Kate: Come on, Derek. He k*lled your sister. Now - either you're not telling me because, well, you want to k*ll him yourself, or for some reason - You're protecting him. Look at that sour face. I bet you always used to get people coming up to you saying, "Smile, Derek." "Why don't you smile more?" Don't you just wanna - kick those people in the face? Derek: I can think of one. Kate: Promise? 'cause if I thought you'd be that much fun - I'd let you go. All right, let's see. Nothing, nothing, nothing. God, I hate this detective crap. Derek: Are you gonna t*rture me - Or are you just gonna talk me to death, huh? Kate: Oh, sweetie, I don't - I don't wanna t*rture you. I just - wanna catch up. Remember all the fun we had together? Derek: Like the time you b*rned my family alive? Kate: No, I was thinking more about the - hot, crazy sex we had. But the f*re thing. Yeah, that was fun too. I love how much you hate me. Remember how this felt? Kate: Sweetheart, I really don't want to t*rture you. But he does. Scott: What do you mean, I can't go to the formal? Coach: Mccall, you're failing my class and two others. They told me to cut you from the team. I told them I'd sooner cut off my last remaining testicle than cut my best player. Scott: S - so the compromise is I can't go to the dance? Coach: Yeah. Scott: Then I quit the team. Coach: No, you don't. And if you show up at the dance. And I see you there - I'm gonna drag you out by your teeth. Jackson: You want me to take her to the formal. Scott: I don't want you to. I need you to. Jackson: Screw you. You know what? Screw you too. In fact, screw each other. Stiles: Hey, you know he saved your life, right? Jackson: He left me for d*ad. Scott: I got sh*t for you. Jackson: Oh, yeah? Show me the b*llet wound. Scott: You know it healed. Jackson: Convenient. Scott: Just do it for Allison, okay? She's in serious danger. I'm talking around - the - clock danger. She needs someone to keep an eye on her at the dance. Jackson: Have her dad do it, okay? He's the one actually equipped to handle this. Scott: How am I supposed to do that and keep him from finding out about me? Jackson: Not my problem. Scott: You're her friend too. You are. All that time that you spent with her to get to me you can't tell me that you didn't get to know her and like her. It's Allison. It's impossible not to like her. You can't tell me that you don't care if she gets hurt. Jackson: What if I get hurt? Scott: Then it's worth it. Jackson: Not to me. Stiles: Well, I shouldn't say I told you so - 'cause it's not strong enough. How about I'm always right, and you should listen to whatever I have to say and never disagree ever, ever, for the sake of your wolflihood? Scott: I'm not done. Stiles: You're not done. Okay. Scott: One more thing. Jackson: Hey, what time should I pick you up for the dance tomorrow? Allison: Are you okay? Jackson: Yeah, I - I'm great. I'm just excited to go to the formal. With you. As friends. Just friends. Just - just friends. Stiles: Hey, don't worry. I'll still be there. Scott: I'm still going. Stiles: Is that such a good idea? Do you even have a date? Scott: Not yet. Stiles: Do you have a suit? Scott: Not yet. Stiles: Do you have a ticket to the formal? A ride there? Scott: No. And no. Stiles: So you're gonna ride your bike to a dance that you're not even allowed to go to without a date, a suit, or a way in with werewolves and werewolf hunters all out to kick your little werewolf ass. Scott: Yeah. You gonna help me? Stiles: Hell, yeah. Allison: Nothing's wrong, I just - I have a lot on my mind. Lydia: You could smile, at least. Ever heard of the saying, "Never frown. Someone could be falling in love with your smile"? Smile, Allison. I'm buying you a dress. Allison: Have to admit as far as apologies go, that's more than I expected. Lydia: Excellent. Allison: But not as much as I'm going to ask. Lydia: What? What's that supposed to mean? Allison: It means you're going to cancel on whatever dumb, roided - up jock you said yes to and you're going to go with somebody else. Lydia: Who? Allison: Him. Allison: Don't frown, Lydia. Someone could be falling in love with your smile. Stiles: Oh - okay, so are you just gonna - try these on right now? All of them? Is this a 24 - hour Macy's? Peter: That's not your color. Sorry if that was intrusive, but - considering your skin tone, I'd go lighter. Allison: Because I'm pale? Peter: Fair. I mean, you can't call skin like yours pale. Not skin that perfect. Allison: Okay. Peter: Trust me, I - I have a unique perspective on the subject. Do you mind? See? Much better. You're not here alone, are you? Shopping for dresses - with friends. High school dance. Allison: Formal. Announcer: Attention shoppers. To the owner of a blue Mazda, license plate - Allison: Did she just say a blue Mazda? Announcer: - 5768. Your car is being towed - Allison: Oh! That's my car. Peter: I have to say, Scott, I continue to be impressed with your ingenuity. Just remember - You can't be everywhere all the time. Chris: Hey. It is me. I'm getting tired of leaving messages. I wanna know where you are. Call me. Now. Kate: Unfortunately, Derek, if you're not gonna talk - I'm just gonna have to k*ll you. So say hi to your sister for me. You did tell her about me, didn't you? The truth about the f*re? Or did you? Did you tell anybody? Oh, sweetie - That's just a lot of guilt to keep buried. It's not all your fault. You got tricked by a pretty face. It happens! Handsome young werewolf mistakenly falls in love with a super - hot girl who comes from a family that kills the werewolves. Is that ironic? Is it - ironic - That you're inadvertently helping me track down the rest of the pack - again? Or just a little bit of history repeating. History repeating. It's not Jackson, is it? Oh, no, no, no, he's got a little scratch on the back of his neck, but - he's not in love with Allison. Not like Scott. Melissa: This is really nice. How did you afford a - oh - Scott: It's not gonna work, is it? Melissa: No, no, it's fine, it's fine. No one'll notice. No one legally blind. Scott: I heard that. Melissa: Okay, well, you just come in here, and we can try it. Come on, come on, come on. Let's do this. See? I actually think this is gonna work. Scott: Really? Melissa: Turn. And - no. Scott: What? Melissa: Yeah. Scott: What - I - I don't have time for this! I can't buy new ones, Mom! What am I gonna do? Melissa: Okay, don't panic, all right? Take them off. Pants off now. So is she coming here, because you know I need the car tonight. Scott: No. I'm going stag. Melissa: You're going alone? Scott: Stag. There's a difference. Sort of. Melissa: I'm sorry, I'm just a little, you know, surprised that, you know, you don't have anyone else to ask other than Allison. Scott: There are no other girls besides Allison. Melissa: You really feel that way? Scott: Can you just please keep sewing? Melissa: No, no, no, no. You have time for just one question. Come here. Do you really feel that way? Scott: I can't help it. I mean, every time I look at her, I get this - this hollow feeling in my chest, and it's like - it's like someone literally took a shovel and dug a hole in me, and it's the worst feeling I've ever had in my life, and I didn't - I didn't know anyone could actually ever feel this bad. Melissa: I know. Everyone knows eventually. It does go away. Scott: I don't want it to. Melissa: Have you told her how you feel? Scott: She knows. Melissa: Come on, she knows. She knows? Listen, dumb ass, I'm gonna let you in on a secret that most guys don't even have a clue about, all right? You ready? Women love words. Scott: Huh? Melissa: You need to tell her how you feel. Just say it. Say it again. Say it differently. Learn how to say it better. Learn how to sing it. You know, just write it in a poem and a letter attached to flowers, carve it in a tree, in a sidewalk with cement - tattoo on your arm. Scott: Really? Melissa: No. Not really. Just - Tell her the truth. Tell her - anything and everything you want. Scott: Everything? Melissa: But when you do - I'd keep that buttoned. Here you go. Allison: I'm good, thanks. Jackson: You want to do tonight sober? Allison: I wouldn't mind remembering some of it. Jackson: Yeah, well - I wouldn't mind forgetting all of it. Allison: Do you know if Scott's coming? Jackson: I know he's not allowed to. Academic probation. Allison: Normal teenage girl. You can do this. Smile, Allison. Somebody could be falling in love with your - Lydia: Jackson. You look handsome. Jackson: Obviously. It's Hugo Boss. Lydia: I don't care. I don't want compliments. I will not fall prey to society's desire to turn girls into emotional, insecure neurotics who pull up their dresses at the first flattering remark. Stiles: Well, I think you look beautiful. Lydia: Really? Allison: Do you wanna dance? Jackson: Do I have to? Allison: Not the response I was expecting, but - No, I guess not. Stiles: You wanna dance? Lydia: Pass. Stiles: You know what? Let me try that again. Lydia - get off your cute little ass and dance with me now. Lydia: Interesting tactic. I'm gonna stick with no. Stiles: Lydia, get up - okay? You're gonna dance with me. I don't care that you made out with my best friend for some weird power thing, I don't - Lydia, I've had a crush on you since the third grade. And I know that somewhere inside that cold, lifeless exterior there's an actual human soul. And I'm also pretty sure that I'm the only one who knows how smart you really are. Uh - huh. And that once you're done pretending to be a nitwit - you'll eventually go off and write some insane mathematical theorem that wins you the Nobel Prize. Lydia: A Fields Medal. Stiles: What? Lydia: Nobel doesn't have a prize for mathematics. The Fields Medal's the one I'll be winning. Coach: Mccall! I see you! Come here, buddy. Come here. Mccall! Get outta my way! Mccall! It's a small gym, buddy. I'm gonna find you. I gotcha, Mccall! Come here, come here! Get outta my way! Mccall! Scott: Danny, Danny, dance with me. Danny: What? Scott: Dance with me. Danny: No. Scott: Please! Right now! Right now! Coach: Mccall! You're not supposed to - What the hell are you do - What the hell are you doing? Scott: Yes, coach? Coach: Okay, ho - ho - ho - ha ha. Hold on, you - I was just saying he's not supposed to - I mean, I wasn't saying that he shouldn't - You guys don't think - You don't - I - I was - Just dance, everybody. Just dance! Dance! It's a party! Scott: Thanks, dude, I owe you! Coach: What are you looking at, Greenberg? Scott: Allison. Allison: Yes, I would love to dance with you. Stiles: You okay? Lydia: Just - need to take a little break. Stiles: You mean you need to go find Jackson. I get it. Jackson: Come on. Come on, do it. I know you're here. Come on! Come on - I wanna be like you. I wanna be one of you. Please. Chris: Unfortunately, Jackson, I don't think I can give you what you want. But I have a feeling you might be able to help me. Allison: What? Scott: It's just hard not to look at you. Allison: I like it when you look at me. Scott: I remember this one time, Uh - I was holding you and you fell asleep in my arms and - I was watching you and I thought, "I could stay like this for hours." And then - you started drooling and it got kinda disgusting. And then my arm fell asleep with your head on it and pins and needles started to hurt. Allison: Okay. Shut up. Scott: Sorry. I just like hearing you laugh. And, uh - I kinda love your smile. Allison, I need to tell you something. Remember when we were talking in my room the other night? Allison: Oh, you don't have to apologize. Stiles told me about the car accident. Scott: I - it's not that. It's about Derek, and it's about everything that you were trying to tell me. Allison: That was, uh - forget about that. I - I - I don't know what I was talking about. Scott: I do, and I believe you. Allison: You don't have to. I know things now - things are different. Just - just trust me. Jackson: You promise you won't hurt him. Chris: Of course not. He's just a kid. Jackson: What are you gonna do? Chris: I'm going to take care of it. Now, go back to the dance, Jackson. Be with your friends. Be a normal teenager. Lydia: Jackson! Scott: You weren't wrong. Allison: Yes. I was. The stuff I was saying, it was crazy, so - Scott: Allison, please let me talk. Allison: Why did you do that? Scott: Because I love you. Stiles: Where the hell have you been? Did Lydia ever find you? What? What's wrong? Jackson: I - I was out behind the school, and I - I was - out - Stiles: What happened? Jackson. What did you do? Lydia: Jackson! Jackson! Jackson! Jackson, is that you? Jackson, is that you? Stiles: Lydia! Run! Stiles: Don't k*ll her. Please. Peter: Of course not. Just tell me how to find Derek. Stiles: W - what? Peter: Tell me how to find Derek Hale. Stiles: I don't know that. How would I know that? Peter: Because you're the clever one, aren't you? And because deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles. Tell me the truth - Or I will rip her apart. Stiles: Look - Look, I don't know, okay? I sw - I swear to god, I have no idea. Peter: Tell me! Stiles: Okay, okay, okay, look, I - I think he knew - Peter: Knew what? Stiles: Derek, I think he - I think he knew he was gonna be caught. Peter: By the Argents? Stiles: Yeah. Peter: And? Stiles: When they were sh*t, he and Scott - I think he took Scott's Phone. Peter: Why? Stiles: They all have GPS now. So if he still has it and if it's still on - you can find him. Scott: Where are we going? Allison: Somewhere we can be alone. Scott: Alone where? Where are you going? Allison: Over here. You okay? Scott: Yeah. Just a little weird deja vu. Sure this is a good idea? Allison: In a minute, you are going to think this is a great idea. Scott: I really hate it when you say things like that. Allison: Come on. Scott: We should get back to the dance. Screw it.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "01x11 - Formality"}

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1x12 Code Breaker Chris: Move! Stiles: No - I'm not just letting you leave her here. Peter: You don't have a choice, Stiles. You're coming with me. Stiles: Just k*ll me. Look, I don't care anymore. Peter: Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get. Chris: It's all right. Allison: No. Chris: You're okay. You're okay, baby. Jackson: Come on, Lydia. Stay with me. Come on. Help me! Somebody help! Help me! Get help, please! Peter: Don't feel bad. If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful. Stiles: Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart. Peter: Well, actually, considering that she's a woman - twice a month. Kate: Feeling better? Chris: Don't push me, Kate! Kate: I thought it was a pretty healthy display of aggression, actually. Chris: You told her. Kate: She found out. Chris: Don't think I don't know about the clues that you've been leaving, starting with that necklace. She knows because you wanted her to. Kate: Because she needs to. Chris: Why are you back here? You hate this town. I had a network of names I could've called a lot closer than you. But you called first. Kate: So now you don't want my help? Chris: I'm not sure I know who you're helping. Kate: Oh, come on. I'm here to catch the Alpha. Remember the one running around here, k*lling people at random? Chris: Not random. Kate: What? Chris: Tyhurst said that Sheriff Stilinski can connect every m*rder back to the Hale f*re. Kate: Well, then that's even more reason for her to know, 'cause they've always blamed us for that f*re. It had to have been Derek and some other relative. But I guarantee they're circling around to us as their last targets. Chris: I know. It's why you're taking Allison out of here tonight. You're gonna drive her to the house in Washington, and you will stay there until I call. Kate: Are you kidding me? You're gonna bench your star player in the last quarter? Chris: Get your things. I want the two of you on the road within the hour. Victoria: I'm not sure how long you'll be. You want me to pick out anything specific? Sweetheart? Allison: I just saw my boyfriend turn into a werewolf. Victoria: All right. I'll grab some things myself. Allison: Who was that? Was that Scott? Victoria: No. Somebody named Jackson. Allison: What are you gonna do to him? Victoria: That depends. We have a sort of moral code we follow. Especially when they're that young. Allison: Scott didn't k*ll anybody. He couldn't - Victoria: This is all part of a longer conversation. Allison: I wanna know now. Right now. Victoria: What you want right now doesn't matter. What you need is to stay quiet. You're catching a glimpse of something you are not quite ready to see, and there are others outside of this family who are not ready for you to see it. Staying quiet is the best protection. Do you understand? Say it! Allison: I understand. Victoria: That's my girl. Now grab a few warm coats. It'll probably be cold up there. Kate: You know you can't do this without me. You're not gonna find him on your own. Chris: We're gonna talk about everything, I promise. Call me when you get there. Victoria: Is she right? Can you find the Alpha? Chris: No. But Scott McCall can. And I know how to find him. Stiles: Whose car is this? Peter: It belonged to my nurse. Stiles: What happened to your n - Oh, my God! Peter: I got better. VO Melissa: You need to tell her how you feel. Tell her anything and everything you want. VO Scott: Everything? VO Allison: Why did you do that? VO Scott: Because I love you. Stiles: Good luck getting a signal down here. Oh, MiFi. And you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves, or just a personal preference? Peter: Turn it on. Get connected. Stiles: You know, you're really k*lling the whole werewolf mystique thing here. Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them. Peter: You know both of them. Stiles: No, I don't. Peter: Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you're lying. Stiles: Dude, I swear to God - Peter: I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don't make me persuade you. Jackson: Where is she? Sheriff: Hey. Hey! What the hell happened to that girl? Jackson: I - I don't know. I went out looking for her - Sheriff: What, you just happened to wander into the middle of that field and you just found her there like that? Don't lie to me, son. Jackson: No, I - Sheriff: Hey! What happened to her? Jackson: This isn't my fault! Sheriff: She's your girlfriend! That's your responsibility! Jackson: No, she's not, okay? She didn't go to the formal with me. Sheriff: Then who'd she go with? Jackson: Do you really wanna know? She went with Stiles. Sheriff: What? Jackson: Stiles took her. Sheriff: Somebody better find my son. Stiles: What happens after you find Derek? Peter: Don't think, Stiles. Type. Stiles: You're gonna k*ll people, aren't you? Peter: Only the responsible ones. Stiles: Look, if I do this, you have to promise to leave Scott out of it. Peter: Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? It's because their favorite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott. I need both of them. Stiles: He's not gonna help you. Peter: Oh, he will. Because it'll save Allison. And you will, because it will save Scott. Your best friend whom you know so well, you even have his username and password. His username is "Allison"? His password is also "Allison"? Stiles: Still want him in your pack? Stiles: Wait, what the - That's where they're keeping him? At his own house? Peter: Not at it. Under it. I know exactly where that is. And I'm not the only one. Kate: You getting it now? It's what they do, and they can't help it. Allison: All of them? Kate: Yes, Allison. Even Scott. Peter: Give me your keys. Stiles: Careful. She grinds in second. So you're not gonna k*ll me? Oh God. Peter: Don't you understand yet? I'm not the bad guy here. Stiles: You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs, and you're not the bad guy here? Peter: I like you, Stiles. Since you've helped me, I'm going to give you something in return. Do you want the bite? Stiles: What? Peter: Do you want the bite? If it doesn't k*ll you - and it could - you'll become like us. Stiles: Like you. Peter: Yes, a werewolf. Would you like me to draw you a picture? That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could've easily been you. You'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger, and quicker, more popular, watching him get the girl. You'd be equals. Maybe more. Yes or no? Stiles: I don't wanna be like you. Peter: Do you know what I heard just then? Your heart beating slightly faster over the words "I don't want." You may believe that you're telling me the truth, but you are lying to yourself. Goodbye, Stiles. Sheriff: You know what? It's good that we're in a hospital, because I'm gonna k*ll you. Stiles: I'm - I'm sorry. I lost the keys to my jeep. I had to run all the way here. Sheriff: Stiles, I don't care! Stiles: Is she gonna be okay? Sheriff: They don't know, partially because they don't know what happened. She lost a lot of blood, but there's something else going on with her. Stiles: What do you mean? Sheriff: The doctors say it's like she's having an allergic reaction. Her body keeps going into shock. Did you see anything? I mean, do you have any idea who or what att*cked her? Stiles: No. No, I have no idea. Sheriff: What about Scott? Stiles: What do you mean? What about him? Sheriff: Did he see anything? Stiles: What do you - is he not here? Sheriff: What are you talking about? I've been calling him on his cell phone. I've gotten no response. Stiles: Yeah, you're not gonna get one. Torturer: Ready to have some more fun? To be honest, my knuckles are kind of hurting. So I brought some help. But I need to warn ya. I used to play in college. Scott: I brought a little help too. Sheriff: Stiles. Listen, just go wait with your friends, all right? Stiles: Dad, tell me. Look, you know it has something to do with Derek. Sheriff: What? But I thought you two said you barely knew him. Stiles: All right, we might know him a little better than that. Sheriff: You do realize that I'm elected to this job, right? Stiles: And if I help you figure this out, you'll be re - elected. Am I right? Dad, come on. Sheriff: You know what? That girl in there has got nothing to do with a six - year - old arson case. Stiles: When did you decide it was definitely arson? Sheriff: When we got a key witness. And, no, I'm not telling you who it is, but yeah, yeah, we know it's arson. And it was probably organized by a young woman. Stiles: What young woman? Sheriff: If I knew that, she'd be in jail. Stiles: Was she young then, or is she young now? Sheriff: She's probably in her late 20s. Oh, I gotta grab this call. Stiles: You don't know her name? Sheriff: No, I don't - What is this? 20 questions? All we know is that she had a very distinctive - What do you call it - a pendant. Stiles: What the hell's a pendant? Sheriff: Stiles, do you go to school? A pendant! A pendant! It's a necklace. Now, can I answer the phone? Stiles: Yes. Sheriff: Thank you. Stilinski. Yeah. Derek: Scott, help me with this. Scott: No. Derek: What? Scott: Not until you tell me how to stop Peter. Derek: You really wanna talk about this right now? Scott: He's going after Allison and her family. He's going to k*ll them. Derek: So what? Scott: So tell me how to stop him. Derek: You can't! All right? Now - I don't know when Kate's coming back, so just get me out of this right now! Get me out right now! Scott: Promise you'll help me. Derek: You want me to risk my life for your girlfriend? For your stupid little teenage crush that means absolutely nothing? You're not in love, Scott. You're 16 years old. You're a child. Scott: Maybe you're right. But I know something you don't. Peter said he didn't know what he was doing when he k*lled your sister, right? He lied. Remember this? Jackson: Hey, where are you going? Stiles: To find Scott. Jackson: You don't have a car. Stiles: I'm aware of that. Thank you. Jackson: Here, I'll drive. Come on - Stiles: Look, just because you feel guilty all of a sudden doesn't make it okay, all right? Half of this is still your fault. Jackson: Look, I have a car. You don't. Do you want my help or not? Stiles: All right. Did you bring the Porsche? Jackson: Yeah. Stiles: Good. I'll drive. Chris: Boys. I was wondering if you can tell me where Scott McCall is. Stiles: Scott McCall? Uhm, haven't seen him since the dance. Jackson, you? Jackson: I - Stiles: Oh, for the love of God. Chris: Let's try this again. Where is Scott McCall? Scott: This is what brought your sister back to beacon hills, right? Derek: Where did you get that? Scott: My boss told me three months ago someone came into the clinic asking for a copy of this picture. Do you wanna know who it was? Peter's nurse. They brought your sister here so that Peter could k*ll her and become the Alpha, and that's why you're going to help me. Just say you'll help me, and I'll help you unlock your other - Derek: I'll help you. Chris: Let me ask you a question, Stiles. Have you ever seen a rabid dog? Stiles: No. I could put it on my to - do - list, if you just let me go. Chris: Well, I have. And the only thing I've ever been able to compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on a full moon. Do you wanna know what happened? Stiles: Not really. No offense to your storytelling skills. Chris: He tried to k*ll me, and I was forced to put a b*llet in his head. The whole while that he lay there dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me, still trying to k*ll me, like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that? Stiles: No. And it sounds like you need to be a little bit more select - Chris: Did Scott try to k*ll you on the full moon? Did you have to lock him up? Stiles: Yeah, I did. I had to handcuff him to a radiator. Why? Would you prefer I locked him in the basement and b*rned the whole house down around him? Chris: I hate to dispel a popular rumor, Stiles, but we never did that. Stiles: Oh, right. Derek said you guys had a code. I guess no one ever breaks it. Chris: Never. Stiles: What if someone does? Chris: Someone like who? Stiles: Your sister. Derek: Hey. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Something doesn't feel right. Scott: What do you mean? Derek: I don't know. It's - it's kind of like it's - Scott: No, don't say "too easy." People say "too easy" and bad things happen. What, do you think finding you was easy? Getting away from Allison's dad? None of this has been easy. Derek: Fine. You're right. Scott: Thank you. Kate: Now the leg. Flash bolt. Derek: Scott, your eyes! Kate: Now. Derek: Get up! Let's go! Kate: Natural talent. Derek: Scott, go! Scott: Allison, I can explain. Allison: Stop lying. For once stop lying. Scott: I was gonna tell you the truth at the formal. I was gonna tell you everything. Because everything that I said, everything that I did - Allison: Was to protect me. Scott: Yes. Allison: I don't believe you. Kate: Thank God. Now, sh**t him before I have to sh**t myself. Allison: You - you said we were just gonna catch them? Kate: We did that. Now we're gonna k*ll them. See? Not that hard. Oh, no - I know that look. That's the "you're gonna have to do it yourself" look. Allison: Kate, Kate, what are you doing? Kate: I love those brown eyes. Chris: Kate! I know what you did. Put the g*n down. Kate: I did what I was told to do. Chris: No one asked you to m*rder innocent people. There were children in that house, ones who were human. Look what you're doing now. You're holding a g*n at a 16 - year - old boy with no proof he spilled human blood. We go by the code - Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent. Allison: We hunt those who hunt us. Chris: Put the g*n down. Before I put you down. Allison, get back. Allison: What is it? Scott: It's the Alpha. Kate: Come on! Come on! Allison: No! Peter: She is beautiful, Kate. She looks like you. Probably not as damaged. So I'm going to give you a chance to save her. Apologize. Say that you're sorry for decimating my family, for leaving me b*rned and broken for six years. Say it - And I'll let her live. Kate: I'm sorry. Peter: I don't know about you, Allison, but that apology - didn't sound very sincere. Scott: Run! Allison: Dad. Dad. Dad. Jackson: Hey, hey, hey. This isn't exactly an all - terrain vehicle. Stiles: Yeah. Did you pay for it? Jackson: No. Stiles: Then shut up. Stiles: Oh, damn. Scott: Allison! Scott: No! Scott: Why did you do that? Allison: Because I love you. Scott: Wait! You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek. If you do this, I'm d*ad. Her father, her family - what am I supposed to do? Peter: You've - already - decided. I can smell it on you! Scott: Wait! No, no! Don't! Derek: I'm the Alpha now. Scott: Shut the door. Oh, God. Stiles: What? Stiles: Is it completely healed? Scott: No, not at all. Stiles: I don't get it. The doctor said she'd be fine. Scott: Yeah, but the bite's not healing like it did with me. Which means - She's not a werewolf. Stiles: Then what the hell is she? Jackson: Derek. Derek! I - I helped you. I helped save you. Okay, you got what you wanted. You got what you wanted. Now it's my turn to get what I want. Victoria: They'll be here in two days. Chris: We shouldn't have done it. That stupid necklace. Victoria: The police would've put it together eventually. Don't think for one second she's taking the fall for something she didn't do. Chris: We're gonna be pariahs in this town. Victoria: We can handle it. Chris: And Allison? Victoria: She'll learn. What about Scott? Chris: I'm not the only one he has to worry about now.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "01x12 - Code-Breaker"}

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2x01 Omega Allison: No, dad! Dad! He saved our lives! Your life! You can't do this! Dad, let him go! Please let him go, and I'll do - I'll do whatever you want! Okay? I swear. I won't - I won't see him again. I promise, ever again, dad. Please, dad, please. Please! Please! Chris: Never again. Scott: How much time do we have? Allison: They'll be gone an hour. [ BEACON HILLS MEMORIAL ] Stiles: Ohh - Just like that. No, no, you first. Me first? Mr. Martin: You want help getting in the shower? Lydia: Maybe if I was four. And still taking bubble baths. Mr. Martin: Right, I'll just wait outside then. Where it's slightly less sarcastic. Mr. Martin: He's been here all night. Melissa: He's been here all weekend. Stiles: You're dirty. Scott: Sorry. Allison: That's okay. Scott: I'll fix it. Scott: Okay, that was your fault. Allison: Sorry. Scott: Do the right - side brakes on your dad's SUV squeak a little bit? Allison: Yeah. Scott: Then we're d*ad. Allison: Oh, my God. Hurry. Hurry. Allison: If you don't trust me enough to let me have a lock on my door, the least you can do is knock. Victoria: Did I interrupt something? Allison: Just my studying. My life, my - happiness - will to live. Victoria: I picked up your dress for the funeral tomorrow. Allison: You can just put it on my desk. Can I go back to studying now? Or would you like to do a full body cavity search? Mom. Mom! Intercom: Paging Dr. Stateman. Dr. Stateman, please. Stiles: Seriously? Come - Stiles: Just - Gah! It's not gonna work. Whoa! Stiles: Lydia? Lydia! Melissa: What the hell was that? Stiles: Lydia? Scott: Lydia? Sheriff: Naked? As in nude? Melissa: I'm pretty sure they mean the same thing, but, yes, as far as we know, she left here clothing - optional. Sheriff: All right, you checked the whole hospital, right? Melissa: Every last corner. Sheriff: Nothing suspicious? Melissa: Nothing. She just took off. Sheriff: All right, let's get an APB out on a 16 - year - old redhead. Any other descriptors? Stiles: 5'3", green eyes, fair - skinned, and her hair is actually strawberry blonde. Sheriff: Is that right? Stiles: Yeah. Sheriff: Uh - come here. What the hell are you still doing here? Stiles: Um, providing moral support? Sheriff: Uh - huh. How 'bout you provide your ass back home, where you should be. Stiles: Okay, I can do that too. Sheriff: Yeah. Stiles: Mm. Sheriff: We're gonna find her, so don't worry. Scott: This is the one she was just wearing? I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her. Not again. Stiles: All right, just shove the thing in your face and let's find her. Wow! Scott: What are you doing here? Someone's gonna see us. Allison: I don't care - she is my best friend, and we need to find her before they do. Scott: I can find her before the cops can. Allison: How about before my father does? Stiles: He knows? Allison: Yeah. I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs. Scott: Search party. Allison: It's more like a hunting party. Scott: Get in. Stiles: All right, but if she's turning, would they actually k*ll her? Allison: I don't know. They won't tell me anything. Okay, all they say is, "We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here." Stiles: What others? Allison: I don't know, they won't tell me that yet. Stiles: Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on. Scott, are we going the right way? Scott: Take the next right! Isaac: What the hell? Derek: Need a hand? Stiles: She came here? You sure? Scott: Yeah, this is where the scent leads. Stiles: All right, but has Lydia ever been here? Allison: Not with me. Maybe she came here on instinct, like she was looking for Derek. Scott: You mean - looking for an Alpha. Allison: Wolves need a pack, right? Scott: Not all of them. Allison: But would she have been drawn to an Alpha? Is it an instinct to be part of a pack? Scott: Yeah, we're - we're stronger in packs. Allison: Like strength in numbers. Scott: No, like - like, literally stronger, faster, better in every way. Allison: That the same for an Alpha? Scott: That'll make Derek stronger too. Stiles: Whoa, hey, look at this. You see this? I think it's a tripwire. Scott: Stiles - Stiles: Yeah, buddy. Oh. Scott: Next time you see a tripwire - don't trip it. Stiles: Yeah, noted. Scott: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Someone's coming. Hide. Go! Chris: Scott? Scott: Mr. Argent. Chris: How are you doing? Scott: Good. You know, just hangin' out. Is this one of yours? It's, uh, good. Nice design. Very constricting. Chris: What are you doing out here, Scott? Scott: Looking for my friend. Chris: Ah, that's right. Lydia's in your group now, isn't she? Part of the clique? Is that the word you use? Or is there another way to put it? Part of your pack? Scott: Actually, clique sounds about right to me. Chris: I hope so. 'Cause I know she's a friend of Allison's, and one special circumstance, such as yourself - one, I can handle. Not two. Scott: No. Chris: Scott, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is? Scott: I have a feeling I don't want to. Chris: A medical term for amputating somebody at the waist. Cutting them in half. Takes a tremendous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that. Let's hope a demonstration never becomes necessary. Allison: You okay? Scott: It's just another life - thr*at conversation with your dad. Allison: Stiles, help me with this. Scott: Thanks. But I think I got it. Stiles: Yeah. Allion: Uhh! Scott: Comin'? Isaac: It's Lahey. Isaac Lahey. Sheriff: You work for your father, Isaac? Mr. Lahey: When he's not in school. Which is where he needs to be in 20 minutes. Sheriff: Yeah, I understand that. But I've got a missing teenage girl, and our k - 9 unit led us here. She's not wearing any clothes, and if she's out here tonight, and the temperature really drops - Isaac: I'm sorry, I - I didn't see anything. Mr. Lahey: Trust me, if he saw a naked girl outside a computer screen, he'd remember. Sheriff: How'd you get that black eye, Isaac? Isaac: School. Sheriff: School fight? Isaac: Nah, lacrosse. Sheriff: Lacrosse? You play for beacon hills? Isaac: Yeah. Sheriff: My son plays for the team. Well, I mean, he - he's on the team. He doesn't typically play. Not yet, anyway. It's, uh - Something wrong, Isaac? Isaac: No. Oh, no, sorry. I was just remembering, I actually have a morning practice to get to. Sheriff: Just one more question. You guys get many grave robberies here? Isaac: A few. Usually, they just take stuff like jewelry. Sheriff: What'd this one take? Isaac: Her liver. Scott: She ate the liver? Stiles: No, I didn't say she ate it. I just said it was missing. And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body. Scott: I never ate anyone's liver. Stiles: Yeah, right, 'cause when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self - control. Actually, wait - hold on. You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you. Scott: What do you mean? Stiles: I mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to? Scott: Allison. Stiles: Okay, nothing else? Seriously? Scott: Nothing else mattered. But, no, that's good, though, right? 'Cause the night that Lydia was bit, she was with you. Stiles: Yeah, but she was looking for - Jackson. Omega: Nice car. Jackson: Here's a dollar. Go find another parking lot to die in. Security! Coach: Let's go! I have an announcement. Gather round. Quicker! Danny, put a shirt on. Stilinski, that means you! Let's go, gather round. Listen up. Police are asking for help on a missing child advisory. It's a sick girl, roaming around, totally naked. Now, it's supposed to get below 40 degrees tonight. I don't know about you, but the last time it was that cold and I was running around naked - I lost a testicle to exposure. Now, I don't want the same thing happening to some innocent girl. So police are organizing search parties for tonight. Sign up, find the missing girl, you get an a*t*matic "a" in my classes. Jackson: If Lydia wants to take a naked hike in the woods, why should I care? Scott: Because we have a pretty good idea that she might be - you know, turning. Jackson: Turning? Scott: Yeah. Turning. Jackson: Into - Stiles: A unicorn. What do you think, dumbass? Jackson: Well, I think that if Lydia's turning, she's not the one that's gonna need help. Scott: What do you mean? Jackson: Oh, God, you've got it all backwards, McCall. When I was with Lydia, you should have seen the scratch marks she left on me. What do you think she's gonna do with a set of real claws? Heh. Stiles: All right, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right. Scott: I know. Stiles: What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive? Harris: This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career. Stiles: Can you do that? Harris: Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at 3:00 for detention. You too, Mr. McCall? Scott: No, sir. Danny: Dude - your nose. You okay? Jackson: Oh, I'm fine, Danny. Just go back to class. Just give me a second, okay? I said give me a frickin' second! Derek. Derek: You're looking a little pale there, Jackson. You feeling okay? Jackson: Never better. Derek: If something's wrong, I need to know. You're with me now. Jackson: Wait - With you? Me with - With you? What am I, your little pet? I mean, just because you gave me "the bite" doesn't mean I'm part of your little wolf pack. Sorry, but to be honest, you don't exactly show outstanding leadership qualities. Derek: Is that so? Jackson: Look, I've got my own agenda. Which doesn't involve running around the woods at night, howling at the moon with you and McCall, okay? So why don't you just back the fu - What is it? What's happening? Derek: Body's fighting the bite. Jackson: Why? Derek: I don't know. Jackson: What does it mean? What does it mean?! Matt: Nice dress. Allison: Nice camera. Harley: Not her sister, her aunt. The one who m*rder all those people. Girl: You mean the crazy bitch who k*lled all those people? Harley: Yeah, the f*re, all those animal att*cks - it was her aunt. Girl: Are you kidding? I sit next to her in English. Harley: Find a new seat. Allison: How'd you know? Scott: I could hear your heartbeat. What is it? Allison: I - I - I - I - I can't - I can't do this. I can't - I can't go to the funeral. Everyone is going to be watching me, and there are going to be cameras there, and I can't - Scott: Yes, you can. Allison, you'll be fine. Everything's gonna be okay. We're gonna find Lydia, and it's all gonna be good. Just think about it - No Peter. No psycho werewolf killings. Your dad and me. Well, that's a work in progress. Allison: I can't go and be like this. Scott: Aren't you supposed to cry at funerals? Allison: For her. Scott: It doesn't matter. You know, you could be - Crying for you, you know? You lost someone. Maybe Kate wasn't totally who you thought she was, but you still lost her. Allison: Yeah. Scott: You'll be fine. And I'll make sure. I'll be there. Allison: What? Scott: I'll figure it out. Okay, I'm - I'll be there. Not - right next to you. But I'll be there. Allison: Okay. Scott: You first. Harris: Sit. Stiles: What, but it's been an hour. Harris: My detention's an hour and a half. Stiles: You can't do that. Harris: Oh - but I can. You see, Stiles, since your father was so judicious in his dealings with me, I've decided to make you my personal project for the rest of the semester. You are going to benefit from all the best that strict discipline has to offer. Now - sit down, before I decide to keep you here all night. Reporter: Mrs. Argent, can we get a few words? Just a few words! A few words, Mrs. Argent! Sheriff: Hold it, hold it, hold it. That's it! Chris: I knew this was a bad idea. Victoria: Well, it wasn't my idea. Chris: I tried telling him. But he insisted on making a point of it. Victoria: Well, if he insisted, then he can deal with this when he gets here. Allison: Who gets here? Victoria: Just sit down, sweetheart. Gerard: This looks expensive. Matt: Yeah, 900 bucks. Gerard: And how expensive is this? Gerard: Christopher. Chris: Gerard. Victoria: I'm so sorry. Stiles: Yo. Gerard: Do you remember me? Stiles: Who the hell is that? Scott: He's definitely an Argent. Gerard: Considering I haven't seen you since you were three, I don't suppose I can assume you'd call me grandpa. So if it's comfortable, call me Gerard for the time being. But I'd prefer grandpa. Stiles: Hey, you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral. I mean - what if they're the non - hunting side of the family? There could be non - hunting Argents. It's possible, right? Scott: I know what they are. They're reinforcements. Sheriff: Ah. The two of you. Unbelievable. Pick up my tie. Stiles: Got it. Sorry. I know, I'm supposed to ask. Officer: 4 - 1 - 5 Adam. Sheriff: I didn't copy that. Did you say 4 - 1 - 5 Adam? Stiles: Disturbance in a car. Officer: They were taking a heart att*ck victim - D.O.A. But on the way to the hospital, something h*t 'em. Sheriff: What - h*t the ambulance? Officer: Copy that. I'm standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back. There's blood everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Sheriff: All right, unit 4, what's your 20? Officer: Route 5 and post. I swear, I've never seen anything like this. Sheriff: All right, take it easy. I'm on my way. Now, as for you two - Stiles: What the hell is Lydia doing? Scott: I don't know. Stiles: What kept you from doing that, was it Allison? Scott: I hope so. Stiles: Do you need to get closer? Scott: No, I got it. Stiles: Just - I just need you to find her. All right? Please, just - just find her. Scott: I will. Scott: You're not Lydia. Wait! Stiles: Just - Lydia? Lydia? Lydia! Lydia: Well - is anyone gonna get me a coat? Sheriff: Jesus. Yep, here you go. Scott: Wait! Stop! What are you doing? I can help him. Derek: They're already here. Scott: I can help him! Derek: Quiet! Chris: Who are you? What are you doing here? Omega: Nothing. Nothing, I swear. Chris: You're not from here, are you? Are you?! Omega: No. No, I came - I came looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here. That's all. Look, I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt anyone. No one living. He wasn't alive in the ambulance. He wasn't, I swear. Gerard: Gentlemen! Take a look at a rare sight. You wanna tell them what we've caught? Chris: An Omega. Gerard: The lone wolf! Possibly kicked out of his own pack. Or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down. Maybe even m*rder. And possibly alone by his own choice. Certainly not a wise choice. Because, as I am about to demonstrate - an Omega rarely survives - On his own. Derek: Look. Look. Look at them! You see what they do? This is why you need me. Why we need each other. The only way to fight them is together. Scott: What are they doing? Derek: Declaring w*r. Chris: We have a code. Gerard: Not when they m*rder my daughter. No code. Not anymore. From now on, these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half. Are you listening? Because I don't care if they're wounded and weak. Or seemingly harmless - begging for their life with the promise that they will never, ever hurt anyone. Or some desperate, lost soul with no idea what they're getting into. We find them. We k*ll them. We k*ll them all.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "02x01 - Omega"}

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2x02 Shape Shifted Isaac: Um - so far it's an "A" in French and a "B" minus in Econ. Mr. Lahey: Oh. What about chemistry? Isaac: I'm not sure. Uh, midterms are in a few days so it could go up. Mr. Lahey: Well, what's it at now? Isaac: The grade? Mr. Lahey: Uh, yeah. Isaac: Uh, I'm not sure. Mr. Lahey: But you just said it could go up. Isaac: I just - uh, I meant generally. Mr. Lahey: You wouldn't be lying to me, would you, Isaac? Isaac: No. Mr. Lahey: Then tell me your grade. Isaac: I just told you, I don't know. Mr. Lahey: You wanna take this little conversation downstairs? No? Then tell me the grade, son. Isaac: Dad, this semester's only half over. Mr. Lahey: Isaac? Isaac: There's plenty of time - Mr. Lahey: Isaac. Isaac: It's - it's a "D". Mr. Lahey: All right. It's a "D". I'm not angry. You know I'm gonna have to find a way to punish you though. You know, I have my responsibility as a parent. So we'll start with something simple, like, uh - Tell you what, you do the dishes and you clean up the kitchen, okay? Isaac: Yeah. Mr. Lahey: Good. Because I - I'd really like to see this place spotless. Know what I'm saying? You know? I mean this entire kitchen. Yeah! Yeah, absolutely - Spotless. Well, that was your fault. Isaac: You could have blinded me. Mr. Lahey: Shut up! It's a scratch! It's hardly even - Isaac. Isaac! Jackson: Freaks. Mr. Lahey: Isaac! Isaac! Isaac. Isaac? Isaac? Okay, that's enough. Let's go! That's it, grab your bike and let's go! Isaac? Holy - ! Aah! No! No! No! Aah! No! Aah! No! No! No! No! Allison: Hey. Scott: What are you doing? Allison: Just trying to find you. Scott: Did anyone see you leave? Allison: No. No one, I was careful. What's wrong? Is it the full moon tomorrow night? Scott: No. No, it's not that. Um, I just wanted to ask you some things. About your - um, your family. Actually, your grandfather. Allison: Okay, but I don't really know him. I mean, he's kind of just a guy who sends a check in the mail every year for my birthday. Scott: Does he know about me? About us? Allison: No, my dad hasn't said a thing. What is it? Did something else happen? Scott: We just need to be a lot more careful now. Allison: They're not gonna split us apart. Scott: Not us. Sure no one followed you? Allison: Totally, absolutely, 100 million percent sure. My parents are out, anyways. Scott: Out? Allison: Yeah, it's date night. Principal: Can I help you? Chris: Well, I hope so, Principal Thomas. As a concerned parent, uh, I was wondering - how long has it been since your last performance review? Principal: What? Chris: We were wondering. Victoria: Are you aware there's been an alarming drop in academic achievement and test scores over the past few semesters? Principal: Excuse me? Victoria: It's led the parents of Beacon Hills to the unfortunate conclusion that you may no longer be suited to the position of school principal. Principal: You can't f*re me. Victoria: True. But we can t*rture you. Isaac: Derek? Derek! Derek: What's wrong? Isaac: My dad. I think he's d*ad. Derek: What did you do? Isaac: That's the thing. It wasn't me. Scott: I'm serious. It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same. Stiles: Oh, does that include the urge to maim and k*ll people like me? Scott: I swear I don't have the urge to maim and k*ll you. Stiles: You know, you say that now but then the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay? And it's very stressful on me and so yes, I'm still locking you up. Scott: Okay, fine. But I do think I'm in more control now. Especially since things are good with Allison. Stiles: Okay, I'm aware of how good things are with Allison. Scott: They're really good. Stiles: I - thank you, I know. Scott: I mean, like, really good. Stiles: All right, I get it! Just please shut the hell up before I have the urge to maim and k*ll myself. Scott: All right, did you get something better than handcuffs this time? Stiles: Yeah, much better. Coach: Part of me wants to ask. The other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So - I'm gonna walk away. Stiles: That's good. That's a wise choice, coach. Stiles: You okay? Scott. Scott: There's another. In here, right now. Stiles: Another what? Scott: Another werewolf. Allison: You really don't remember anything? Lydia: They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying "We have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days." But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds. Allison: Are you ready for this? Lydia: Please. It's not like my aunt's a serial k*ller. Allison: Maybe it's the nine pounds. Scott: It was kind of like a scent, but I couldn't tell who it was. Stiles: What if you can get him one - on - one? Would that help? Scott: Yeah. Stiles: Okay. I think I got an idea. Matt: You need a digital camera? Jackson: Yeah. And something that can record in low light. All night long. Matt: What are you recording? Jackson: Something in low light. All night long. Do you have the camera or not? Matt: You have a hundred bucks? Jackson: I drive a Porsche. What do you think? Matt: I think your parents have a hundred bucks. Jackson: Just get me the camera. Stiles: I told coach you're switching with Danny for the day. Scott: But I hate playing goal. Stiles: Remember when I said I had an idea? This is the idea. Scott: Oh. Stiles: There we go. Scott: What's the idea? Stiles: I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes. Coach: Let's go! Line it up! Faster! Make daddy proud. Scott: Here we go. Scott: Let me help you up. Coach: McCall! Scott: Yeah. Coach: Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal. Scott: Yes, coach. Coach: Let's try it again. Matt: What the hell, man? Scott: My bad, dude. Coach: McCall! The position's goal keeper. Not goal abandoner. Scott: Sorry, coach. Coach: Let's go! Coach: Stilinski, what the hell is wrong with your friend? Stiles: Uh, he's failing two classes. He's a little socially awkward and if you look close enough, his jaw line's kind of uneven. Coach: That's interesting. Let's f*re it up. Danny: It's Armani. Scott: Huh? Danny: My aftershave. Armani. Scott: Oh. It's nice. Coach: McCall! You come out of that goal one more time and you'll be doing su1c1de runs till you die. It'll be the first ever su1c1de run that actually ends in a su1c1de. Got it? Scott: Yes, coach. Coach: Yeah. Jackson: Uh, coach, my shoulder's hurting. I'm gonna - I'm gonna sit this one out. Isaac: Don't tell them. Please don't tell them. Scott: His father's d*ad. They think he was m*rder. Sheriff: Come on. Stiles: Are they saying he's a suspect? Scott: I'm not sure, why? Stiles: Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours. Scott: Like, overnight? Stiles: During the full moon. Scott: How good are these holding cells at holding people? Stiles: People, good. Werewolves, probably not that good. Scott: Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and k*ll? Stiles: Yeah. Scott: He does. Scott: Why would Derek choose Isaac? Stiles: Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you it could k*ll you. And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving. Scott: Doesn't being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him? Stiles: Well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness. Wait. Danny. Where's Jackson? Danny: In the principal's office talking to your dad. Stiles: What? Why? Danny: Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac. Scott: Witness. Stiles: We gotta get to the principal's office. Scott: How? Harris: Everyone please turn to page 73. Who in the hell did that? Sheriff: Listen to me, you're telling me that you knew Isaac's father was hitting him? Jackson: Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him. Sheriff: Did you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher, parents, anyone? Jackson: Nope. It's not my problem. Sheriff: No, no, of course not. You know, it's funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it. Jackson: Yeah. Wait, what? Sheriff: I think we're done here. Hi, Scott. Scott: H - yeah. Gerard: Boys. Come on in. Gerard: Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete. Mr. Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse. Stiles: Oh, actually I'm already - Gerard: Hold on. McCall. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter. Scott: We were dating but not anymore. Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other - At all. Gerard: Relax, Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth. Scott: Just a hard breakup. Gerard: Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me. Now listen, guys. Yes, I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy. Stiles: Heh, is that so? Gerard: However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention. Lydia: It's just - we haven't really talked since that night and well - Jackson, can you, like, look at me for half la second? They said if you hadn't found me and carried me back, I could have died. So I just - I wanted to say thank you. Jackson: Lydia, we're not getting back together. Lydia: What? Jackson: And just because I kept you from bleeding out on a field once, don't expect me to come running every time you start screaming. Lydia: I never said - Jackson: I'm not responsible for you. Okay? But I will give you one piece of advice. If I were you, I'd stay home tonight. Lydia: What does that mean? What's tonight? Jackson: It's a full moon. Derek: Get in. Scott: Are you serious? You did that. That's your fault. Derek: I know that. Now get in the car and help me. Scott: No, I've got a better idea. I'm gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up. Derek: Not when they do a real search of the house. Scott: What do you mean? Derek: Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house is worse. A lot worse. Gerard: I'm not interested in whether they locked up a 16 - year - old kid. I'm interested in what's going to happen to that 16 - year - old when the moon hits its peak tonight. Do we have proof? Chris: Is the next step k*lling him? Gerard: The next step is eliminating the thr*at. Do we have proof? Chris: I haven't been in history class for a while, but I'm pretty sure straight - up genocide hasn't worked out too often. Gerard: Do we have proof or not? Chris: Not irrefutable. But not insignificant. The driver's side door of Lahey's car was pried off. Gerard: Pried off? Chris: Ripped off. Matt: I'm starting to feel a little weird about this. Jackson: No, no, no, no. What you're feeling is a hundred dollars richer. Give me the camera and go buy yourself another fancy lens or light meter or whatever gives your photography geeks a hard - on. Matt: This doesn't have anything to do with Allison, does it? I saw you two at the dance the other night and I kind of figured that you two were, you know, together. Jackson: Aw, you have a little thing for Allison, Matt? A little - a little crush? Matt: No. Jackson: You think I'm gonna waste my time by doing something as unbelievably ordinary as making a sex tape? Matt: Then what are you doing? Jackson: Documenting history. My history. And I want to be able to see it happening. All of it. You'll get it back tomorrow. Scott: If Isaac didn't k*ll his father, who did? Derek: I don't know yet. Scott: Then how do you know he's telling the truth? Derek: Because I trust my senses. And it's a combination of them. Not just your sense of smell. Scott: You saw the lacrosse thing today. Derek: Yeah. Scott: Did it look that bad? Derek: Yeah. Allison: Sorry. Chris: Allison? Gerard: Come in. We'd like to talk to you. Allison: I'm supposed to study with Lydia, I really don't have time to chat. Chris: Actually, that's who we want to talk to you about, sweetheart. Derek: You wanna learn? Let's start now. Scott: What's down there? Derek: Motive. Scott: And what am I looking for? Derek: Follow your senses. Scott: What happened down here? Derek: The kind of thing that leaves an impression. Open it. Stiles: Hey, sorry, Harris literally just let me out of detention. Literally. And he had my phone the whole frickin' time. Allison: Well, we need to do something right now. They were asking me all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out. Stiles: Wait, what guy? Allison: He was dressed as a Sheriff's deputy. Stiles: They're sending him to the station for Isaac. Allison: He was also carrying this box with something on it, like, um, like a carving or something. Stiles: What was it? Allison: Hold on, hold on. It's in one of these books. I'm taking a picture. Did you get it? Stiles: Yeah, wolfsbane. Allison: What does that mean? Stiles: It means they're gonna k*ll him. Scott: This is why he said yes to you. Derek: Everyone wants power. Scott: If we help you, then you have to stop. You can't just go around turning people into werewolves. Derek: I can if they're willing. Scott: Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted? Derek: Yes, and he still asked. Scott: Then he's an idiot. Derek: And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter. Yeah. I know your little secret. And if I know, how long do you think it's gonna take for them to find out? You saw what happens to an omega. With me, you learn how to use all of your senses. With me, you learn control. Even on a full moon. Scott: If I'm with you, I lose her. Derek: You're gonna lose her anyway. You know that. Scott: Wait. I'm not part of your pack. But I want him out. He's my responsibility too. Derek: Why? Because he's one of us? Scott: Because he's innocent. Stiles: Hey, did you slow him down? Allison: You could say that. Stiles: All right, well, uh, I'm headed to the station right now. Allison: Where's Scott? Stiles: Isaac's. Allison: Does he have a plan? Stiles: Yeah, but not a very good one. And unfortunately we don't really have time to come up with anything better. Allison: Scott? Are you sure we have to do this? Scott: Yes. Allison: Where? Scott: Please. I don't want to hurt you. Stiles: Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk. Derek: I'll distract her. Stiles: Whoa, whoa, whoa - you? You're not going in there. I'm taking my hand off. Derek: I was exonerated. Stiles: You're still a person of interest. Derek: An innocent person. Stiles: An - you? Yeah, right! Okay, fine. What's your plan? Derek: To distract her. Stiles: Uh - huh. How? By punching her in the face? Unh. Derek: Heh, by talking to her. Stiles: Okay, all right. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with? d*ad silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas? Derek: I'm thinking about punching you in the face. Deputy: Good evening, how can I help - you? Derek: Hi. Deputy: Hi. Derek: Um, I had a question. Um, sorry I'm a little - a little thrown. I wasn't really expecting someone - Deputy: Like me? Derek: Oh, I was gonna say "so incredibly beautiful" but, yeah, I guess that'd be the same thing. Allison: It's done. It's locked. Scott: Go. Allison: Scott, I can't - Scott: Just go! Stiles: Oh, no. Stiles: Oh. Uh, just looking, um - Oh, sh - Scott: Allison. Allison! Allison! Stiles: How did you do that? Derek: I'm the Alpha. Allison: Come on. Come on! Allison: What the hell was that? Scott: I don't know. Stiles: Uh, he did it. Mrs. Whittemore: Jackson, what is it? What happened? Jackson: Nothing happened. Nothing at all.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "02x02 - Shape Shifted"}

foreverdreaming

2x03 Ice Pick Derek VO: Ever wonder what happens if a hunter gets bitten, Allison? Ever wonder what happens if you get bitten? What do you think your father would do? What do you think he'd have to do? When all it would take to change everything is - one bite. One bite - Chris: Everything changes. Allison: Is this how we're gonna do father/daughter talks from now on? Chris: No, this is how we're gonna train you. Do you know why we use arrows? Allison: They can't heal until it's taken out. Chris: Look familiar? Allison: You were going to k*ll him. Chris: That's right. And if we find Isaac on another full moon, we will k*ll him. That's the hard choice we make. But it wasn't my choice. Allison: Gerard? Chris: No. See, our family has a surprisingly progressive tradition. Knowing wars and v*olence are typically started by men, we place the final decisions, the hard ones - With the women. Our sons are trained to be soldiers. Our daughters, to be leaders. Training starts now. Time her. Bennett: Congrats. Allison: For what, it took me two and half hours. Bennett: Took me three when I did it. Scott: It had a tail. I don't have a tail. Allison: Maybe you just haven't grown it yet. Scott: I'm not growing a tail. Ever. Are you slowing down for me? Allison: I was waiting for you. Scott: What? Waiting for me to catch up? Allison: You looked like you were struggling. Scott: Maybe I was admiring the view. Allison: Try admiring from afar. Coach: McCall, I don't know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy. Right? All right, next two. Stilinski, Erica, let's go. The wall. Erica: Oh, please - Coach: Erica. Dizzy? Is it vertigo? Lydia: Vertigo's a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. She's just freaking out. Coach: Erica. Erica: I'm fine. Allison: Coach, maybe it's not safe. You know she's epileptic. Coach: Why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff? I have to get - Erica, y - you're fine. Just - Just kick off from the wall. Th - There's a mat to catch you. Come on. See, you're fine. You're on the ground. You're all right. Let's go. Shake it off. You're fine. Coach: Listen up. Anybody sees Isaac Lahey, you immediately tell the principal. Get a teacher, or you call me. Except for you, Greenberg. Don't call me for anything. I'm not kidding. Don't call me. You shouldn't even have my number. Scott: Isaac? Stiles: It's Derek's problem now. Stiles: What do you mean tonight's not a good idea? Scott: I don't know. That thing that we saw last night, Isaac missing, Allison's grandfather. All this stuff happening with Derek, I just - doesn't feel right. Stiles: No, you're not backing out. Do you wanna know why? Because you and Allison are obviously having quite a good time together. And you know who else wants to have a good time? Stiles! Stiles wants to have a good time - Many, many times. Several times in a row. In several different positions. Are you even listening to me? What - what is that? Allison: Put her on her side. Put her on her side. How'd you know? Scott: I just felt it. Melissa: It's been a while since we saw you, Erica. You were being so good about taking your medication. Erica: Are you gonna tell my mom? Melissa: Well, I swear I don't want to, but there's this team of lawyers in the back who would break my legs, and I don't know if you've seen my legs, but for a girl my age, they're still pretty hot. So - doctor's gonna be in in a minute, okay? Erica: Okay. Derek: Lie still. Derek: Side effects may include anxiety, waking, acne, ulcerative colitis. Yeesh. Erica: Who are you? Derek: Let's just say we have a - mutual friend. You get a - warning right before you have a seizure. Erica: It's called an aura. It's - it's like a metallic taste in my mouth. Derek: You don't have to lie, Erica. What's it really taste like? Erica: It tastes like blood. Derek: What if I told you - that all of this could go away? The side effects - the symptoms - All of it. And what if all those things not only went away - but everything else - got even better? Erica: How? Derek: Let me show you. Video: A small exposure on otherwise deadly virus can actually prevent the effects of the infection from spreading. This is called vaccination. Matt: What the hell did you do to my camera? Jackson: Huh? Matt: The lens is cracked. Video: So by creating an immunity - Matt: Did you drop it? Video: Your body is primed to fight off the infection. Matt: Do you know how expensive this thing is? Video: From meningitis to rabies from an animal bite. Matt: Jackson. Jackson: Just send me a bill. Video: Meaning the subject is now immune. Jackson: What the hell is wrong with you? Lydia: What? Jackson: Show it to me. Show it to me. Come on. Lydia: Are you out of your mind? Jackson: Nothing happened to you. It's like - it's like you're immune. Lydia: I don't have a clue to what you're talking about. Jackson: It's - It's you. Whatever it is - Blood, saliva - Whatever soul - k*lling substance is running through your veins, you did this to me. You ruined it for me. You ruined everything! Lydia: Hello? This is the girls room. Stiles: Boyd. You got the keys? Boyd: This isn't a favor. It's a transaction. Stiles: Right, yeah. Absolutely. Boyd: I said 50. Stiles: Really, I - I remember 20. I don't know. I have a really good verbal memory. And I remember 20. I remember that distinct "twa" sound, "twa - enty." Boyd: I said fifty. With the "fa" sound. Hear the difference? Stiles: Uh - Boyd: If you can't, I can demonstrate some other words with the "fa" sound. Stiles: Uh, no, n - no. I think I'm recalling it. Now. Maybe I just got it confused with - For - ty. Come on, man, have you seen the piece of crap jeep that I drive? Boyd: You seen the piece of crap bus that I take? Stiles: Fifty. Mmm. Okay. Thank you. Got 'em. Pick you up right after work tonight and we'll meet at the rink, cool? Lydia: What - The holy hell - Is that? Scott: It's Erica. Deaton: Why do I get the feeling you've got a lot on your mind? Scott: Sorry, it just, kind of slipped through my fingers. Everything has been slipping through my fingers. Deaton: Now that sounds like far too world - weary a thing for a teenager to say. Scott: Sorry. Deaton: You might wanna try a different perspective. This is just entropy at work. This is more the natural way of the universe. But it doesn't necessarily mean it's falling apart. It's just - Changing shape. Scott: For better or worse? Deaton: Exactly. Scott: Hey, doc. When are we gonna talk about - The thing that we never got a chance to talk about? Deaton: Oh, yes. We never did get a chance to talk about that, did we? Now is definitely a good time. Scott: Thank God. Deaton: What do you think? Two dollars? Scott: Two dollars? Deaton: You're right. $2.50 more an hour. It seem like a pretty good raise. Scott: It's not exactly what I was - $2.50 more an hour? Deaton: Done. Don't forget to clean up the cat cages. Chris: Headed out? Allison: Studying. Just studying, dad. Chris: I get it. But we need you to remember what happened. Allison: You want me to stop being friends with her? Chris: Actually, we want the opposite. I know how this might sound, but we need you to keep an eye on her. Allison: You want me to spy on her? Chris: We want you to look out for your friend to make sure everything's okay with her. Allison: Seems okay to me. Lydia: Could it be any colder in here? Stiles: Here. Lydia: I'm wearing blue. Orange and blue, not a good combination. Stiles: But it's the colors of the Mets. Okay, um, maybe orange and blue is not the best. Right, you know, um, sometimes there's other things you wouldn't think would be a good combination end up turning out to be, like, a perfect combination, you know, like two people together - Who nobody ever thought would be together ever. Lydia: No, I can see that. Stiles: You can? Lydia: Yeah. They're cute together. Stiles: Oh, yeah, them. Lydia: Cute. Stiles: Cute. Adorable. Allison: Since you never skated before, maybe I should give you a few pointers? Scott: Allison. Not that this is news to you or anything, but you remember the werewolf thing? Super speed, strength and reflexes. Allison: So a little ice skating should be no problem. Scott: Yeah. See? It's no problem - ugh! Maybe. Lydia: Well? Come on. Allison: Okay, you got it. You got it. You got - Scott: I think I'm getting the hang of it! Allison: You look like you h*t your head that time. Scott: What's that, coach? Allison: You definitely h*t your head. Scott: Oh, my eyes. The - the flash triggers them. Allison: This one's normal. Oh, that's not what I meant. Scott: It's okay. Come here. Allison: Thanks Scott: Two's not enough for Derek. I know he needs at least three. So who's next? Erica: Why does there have to be a next when we've already got you? Scott: Who's next? Erica: You know, I never knew what I looked like during a seizure until someone took a video of me once and put it online? Scott: I don't care. Erica: It happened during class. I started seizing in my desk and everyone was saying how they should put something in my mouth until some genius reads the card on my key ring which tells him not to 'cause it could break my teeth. Scott: Erica. Erica: Do you know what happens next? I piss myself. And they start laughing. You know, the only good thing about seizures was that I never remembered them. Until some brilliant jerkoff - had to go and put cameras in everybody's phone. Look at me now, Scott. That's right. You only have eyes for her. Victoria: This is so embarrassing. Melissa: Not at all. I have seen far worse come through these doors. We keep a pair of bolt cutters in the back. Trust me, you don't wanna know what they're for. Victoria: Let me guess. Something about men and their egos. Melissa: Mmm. Boys will be boys. Victoria: Trust me, I know. I was a teacher for years at an all boys private school. Oh, I don't need the anesthetic. Melissa: Are you serious? Okay. Victoria: Speaking of boys, how's Scott? Melissa: Scott? He's, uh, like every other teenager. Victoria: I'm sure he was pretty devastated after the whole breakup. Melissa: He has been a little odd lately, well, you know, he's kind of always odd, but, uh, he doesn't seem all that - Victoria: Heartbroken? Melissa: Yeah. Maybe he just hides it well. Victoria: Teenagers are quite good at hiding things, aren't they? Scott: I know how it looked, but she came up to me. Allison: I'm not jealous. Scott: You're not? Allison: She's with Derek now, isn't she? Like Isaac. You can't get caught in the middle of this. Don't you feel what's happening? My grandfather coming here, Derek turning Erica and Isaac, it's - It's like battle lines are being drawn. Scott: I know. Allison: There's always crossfire. Scott: What am I supposed to do? I can't just stand by. I can't pretend to be normal. Allison: I don't want you to be normal. I want you to be alive. Stiles: Scott. Do you see that? Scott: What, it's an empty table. Stiles: Yeah, but whose empty table? Scott: Boyd. Scott: I'm going to go to the ice - rink, see if he's there. And if he's not at home, you call me, got it? What? Stiles: Maybe we should let him. Boyd, you know, man? You said Derek's giving them a choice, right? Scott: We can't. Stiles: You gotta admit, Erica looks pretty good. You know, the word "sensational" comes to mind. Scott: Yeah. How good do you think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane b*llet in her head? Stiles: All right, all I'm saying is maybe this one isn't totally your responsibility. Scott: They all are. And you know this thing's gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible. Stiles: All right, I'm with you. And I also gotta say this new - found heroism is making me very attracted to you. Scott: Shut up. Stiles: No, seriously. Do you wanna just try making out for a sec? Just to see how it feels. Jackson: Derek. I know you can hear me. You owe me an explanation. I wanna know why it - why it didn't work. Screw it. Holy - Chris: Wait. Jackson: What happened to him? Chris: That's a good question. I got one for you. What are you doing here, Jackson? Jackson: Um - nothing, I was - I was - I was just - nothing, I - Chris: Jackson, I hope you're not still pursuing something that you shouldn't be. Because I don't want to be forced to pursue you. Stay out of this. You've got so much good in your life. You're smart, good - looking, you're captain of the lacrosse team. Jackson: Co - captain. Stiles: Hey, Boyd? Hey, Boyd? It's Stiles. Oh - wow. Erica: What are you doing here, Stiles? Stiles: Uh, nothing, I was just looking for, um - Erica: Boyd? Stiles: Yeah. Yes. Boyd. Erica: You know what you're doing right now that's kind of funny? You're only looking in my eyes. Stiles: That's funny? Erica: Well, yeah. Because it's that kind of look where you're trying not to look anywhere other than my eyes, but you want to, don't you? You want a nice, long, hard - Look. Stiles: Not really. No. Erica: Oh. So it's just my eyes? Stiles: Yes. You have beautiful eyes. Erica: I have beautiful everything. Stiles: And a new - found self - confidence. Congratulations, Erica. I should get going. Erica: You're not going anywhere. Stiles: Why not? Erica: You're having car trouble. Chris: I was wondering if you could give me your medical opinion on what k*lled this man. Deaton: I don't know if you saw the sign out there, but this is just an animal clinic. Chris: I'm aware of that. I'm also aware you're not just a vet. Scott: Boyd. I just wanna talk. Hey, come on, Boyd, please. Did Derek tell you everything? And I don't just mean going out of control on the full moons. I mean everything. Boyd: He told me about the hunters. Scott: And that's not enough for you to say no? Whatever you want there's other ways to get it. Boyd: I just wanna not eat lunch alone every day. Scott: If you're looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek. Derek: That really hurts, Scott. I mean, if you're going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica, how's life been for you since we met? Erica: Hm. In a word - Transformative. Derek: Isaac? Isaac: Well, I'm a little bummed about being a fugitive, but other than that, I'm great. Scott: Okay, hold on. This isn't exactly a fair fight. Derek: Then go home, Scott. Scott: I meant fair for them. Scott: Don't you get it? He's not doing this for you. He's just adding to his own power, okay? It's all about him. He makes you feel like he's giving you some kind of gift when all he's done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs! Derek: It's true. It is about power. Scott: Don't. You don't wanna be like them. Boyd: You're right. I wanna be like you. Stiles: Bitch. Scott: Why aren't you healing? Deaton: Because it's from an Alpha. I think maybe we better have that talk now.

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2x04 - Abomination Deaton: They're coming back, so we don't have much time to talk. Scott: What is that? Deaton: Rubbing alcohol. You don't want it to get infected, do you? You will heal the same, just not as quickly, because of Derek. Scott: Okay, how do you know all this? Actually, how - How do you know anything? Deaton: It's a longer story. What I can tell you, is that I know about your kind. Your kind? I can help. This. This is something different. Scott: Well, do you know what did it? Deaton: No. But the Argents will. And this is the crucial part, they'll have a record or book. It'll have descriptions, histories, notations, of all the things that they've discovered. Scott: All the things? How many different things are there? Deaton: I'm starting to think I need to buy a more prominent "closed" sign. Gerard: Hello, Alan. It's been a while. The last I heard, you had retired. Deaton: Last I heard you followed a code of conduct. Chris: If you hadn't noticed, this body is one of ours. Deaton: I did, I also noticed the g*n residue on his finger tips. So don't assume I will be swayed by your philosophy just 'cause I'll answer a few questions. Chris: He was only 24. Deaton: K*llers come in all ages. Gerard: All ages, sizes, shapes. It's the last one that concerns us. Chris: How about you tell us what you found? Deaton: See this cut? Precise. Almost surgical. This isn't the wound that k*lled him. This had a more interesting purpose. Gerard: Relating to the spine. Deaton: That's right. Whatever made this cut, it's laced with a paralytic toxin, potent enough to disable all motor functions. These are the cause of death. Notice the patterns on each side. Chris: Five for each finger. Gerard: Each claw. Deaton: As you can see, it dug in, slashed upward, eviscerating the lungs and slicing through the bone of the rib cage with ease. Chris: Have you ever seen anything like this before? Deaton: No. Chris: Any idea at all what k*lled him? Deaton: No. But I can tell you it's fast, remarkably strong, and has the capacity to render its victims essentially helpless within seconds. Chris: If you're saying we should be cautious? We get it. Deaton: I'm saying you should be afraid. Be very afraid. Because in the natural world, predators with paralytic toxins use them to catch and eat their prey. This prey wasn't eaten. That means whatever k*lled him only wanted to k*ll him. In fact, k*lling may be its only purpose. Stiles: Hey! Hey? Wh - what do you think you're doing? All I needed was a starter. Mechanic: Yeah, but it looks like your whole exhaust system has got to be replaced here. Stiles: Why do I get the feeling you're slightly over - estimating the damage? Mechanic: It's probably gonna run you around like twelve - hundred parts and labor. Stiles: Are you kidding? This thing doesn't have a catalytic converter. And yes, I know what a catalytic converter is. Mechanic: Do you know what a limited slip differential is? Stiles: No - Mechanic: Yeah, coming on more like fifteen - hundred. Stiles: Okay. Just finish. I'll be back here, seething with impotent rage! Stiles: Oh. Nice. It's real sanitary. Quality establishment you're running here. Stiles: Figures. Stiles: No. Hey. Hey! Hey! Uh. Mechanic: Help me. Help me. Help! Help - Help me. Help me. Help me. Operator: 9 - 1 - 1, what's your emergency? Gerard: I didn't mean to scare you. Allison: It's okay, I was just - Gerard: Are you expecting someone else? Allison: Yeah - I mean no. No, definitely not. Gerard: Good. Then we can talk for a minute. Gerard: Oh. Thanks. Don't want to drop that. I'd be lost without it. When I was your age, I didn't even take vitamins. Now I'm choking down a cocktail of pills 3 times a day! But, I do what my doctor tells me, because I trust him. Trust is a commodity our family holds very high, you know? And my daughter, well, your aunt Kate died doing what she thought was right. Her intentions may have been a bit misguided - Allison: A bit? Gerard: I like that. Oh, you remind me of her. She challenged me, too. Allison: Is that what you want me to do? Challenge you? Gerard: I want you to trust me. You're gonna find yourself put in the position where you question the trust of people close to you. Even your closest friends. And when that happens, you have to know the trust you'd never question is family! Can I trust you, Allison? Allison: Yeah. Gerard: Not "yeah". Speak with conviction! Yes or no? Allison: Yes. You can trust me. Stiles: I told you, I just - I walked in and I saw the jeep on top of the guy, that's all. Sheriff: What's wrong with your hand? Stiles: Nothing. Can I just get out of here now? Sheriff: Look, if there's something you don't think you can tell me - Stiles: You think I'm lying? Sheriff: No, of course not. I'm just worried about you. Now, if you saw someone do this, if you're afraid that maybe they're gonna come back and make sure you don't say anything about it - Stiles: I didn't see anything. At all. Can I go now please? Sheriff: Sure. But not in your jeep. We're gonna have to impound it. Sorry kid, evidence. I'll see you at home. Stiles: All right, well, at least make sure they wash it. Allison: Scott? Scott: You okay? Stiles: Yeah. You were right. It's not like you. I mean, its eyes were almost like, reptilian. But there was something about them. Scott: What do you mean? Stiles: You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes and you feel like you know 'em but you just can't figure out who it is? Scott: Are you saying you know who it is? Stiles: No, but I think it knew me. Derek: Does anyone wanna try not being completely predictable? Derek: That's the last time you do that. Erica: Why? Because I'm a beta? Derek: No, because I have someone else in mind for you. Isaac: Are we done? I got about a hundred bones that need a few hours to heal. Derek: Come here. A hundred and one. You think I'm teaching you how to fight? Huh? Look at me! I'm teaching you how to survive! Isaac: If they wanted us d*ad why aren't they coming for us now? What are they waiting for? Derek: I don't know. But they're planning something. And you, especially, know that's not our only problem. Whatever that thing is that k*lled Isaac's father, I think it k*lled someone else last night. Until I find out what it is, you all need to learn everything that I know. As fast as I can teach you. Mrs. Martin: Time to get up. Lydia: Go away. Mrs. Martin: You're going to be late for your appointment with the school counselor. Remember, we have a deal. Lydia: Remember, I told you I was fine. Mrs. Martin: Lydia, please. What did you do? Oh, my God, what did you do to yourself? Lydia, sweetheart. Why did you do that? Lydia. Peter: Nice gloves. Lydia: Thank you. Peter: So, what's your brand of psychosis? Lydia: Really? Peter: We're both here for something, we don't have to be ashamed of it. Lydia: I have an acute phobia of people prying into my personal life; you? Peter: Compulsively drawn to cute but narcissistic girls. Ms. Morrell: Are you ready, Lydia? Stiles: I'm so sorry about the other day. I'm trying. We'll get through this. Uh, I know, because I love you. I love you more than - oh, my God. I can't - You and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate. Scott: Come on, you're the only one that we can trust. Is she coming to the game tonight? Stiles: Yes! Okay, message complete. Now, tell me about your boss? Scott: He thinks that Allison's family keeps some kind of, uh, records of all the things that they've hunted. Like a book. Stiles: He probably means a bestiary. Scott: What? Stiles: A bestiary. Scott: I think you mean bestiality. Stiles: Nope, pretty sure I don't. It's like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures. Scott: How am I the only one who doesn't know anything about this stuff. Stiles: Okay, you're my best friend, you're a creature of the night, it's kind of like a priority of mine. Scott: Okay. If we can find it, and it can tell us what this thing is - Stiles: And who. Stiles/Scott: We need that book! Lydia: You're not even French, are you? Ms. Morrell: French Canadian. Lydia: Which means you're a Canadian. Who speaks French. And seeing as I'm placing my mental health in your hands, how about you tell me what, as a French teacher, qualifies you to be a guidance counselor. Ms. Morrell: I have a masters in behavioral psychology and have done over three - hundred hours of field work. Lydia: Hm. C'est va bien. Ms. Morrell: If you're really fine, what are you doing here? Lydia: Appeasing my parents, so they don't take away my car keys. Ms. Morrell: Have you talked to your friends about what happened to you? Lydia: Yeah, they're great. Totally supportive. Ms. Morrell: Do you trust them? Lydia: Implicitly. Ms. Morrell: Good. But, still be cautious. Lydia: Why? Because sometimes the people closest to you can be the ones holding you back the most? Ms. Morrell: Indeed. Did you read that somewhere? Lydia: I don't know. Maybe I heard it. Ms. Morrell: Well, sounds like whoever said it left an impression. Jackson: I need to see if you can brighten the resolution on this. Danny: Sure. Jackson: Whatever you find, you need to keep it to yourself. Got it? Danny: What's on it? Jackson: It's just me in my room, in bed. Danny: I'm supposed to watch you in bed? You remember all of the times I told you, you're not my type? Jackson: Just do it. Oh, and, uh, FYI, I'm everyone's type. Allison: I think you mean - Stiles: No, I mean bestiary. And the two of you, I don't want to know what's going on in your heads. Allison: Okay, um. Can you describe this thing? Stiles: Uh, it's probably like a book. Old, worn. Allison: Like, bound in leather? Stiles: Yes. Seen her grandfather. With a book like that. Stiles: Where. Does he. Keep it? Stiles: She says. Has to be. Office. Stiles: You know, drug dealers have been using disposable cellphones pretty successfully for years. Allison: My parents check every call, email and text message I send. Trust me, they'd find it. Stiles: All right, can you get the book? Allison: Not without his keys. Gerard: I need to warn you, by the way, you might need to be a little patient with me. Allison: How come. Gerard: I'll probably have a lot of questions seeing as I've never actually seen a lacrosse game before. Jackson: What the hell is this? Dude, I thought I could trust you - Matt: Relax, it's my camera, okay. He just needed to ask me some questions. Danny: Matt's the one who found it anyway. Jackson: Found what? Matt: There. Jackson: There what? Danny: It's an edit point. It's been looped. Two hours worth. Jackson: What does that mean? Matt: That means there's two hours of footage. Missing. Coach: Come on, is that thing even a teenager? I wanna see a birth certificate. Who or what is that genetic experiment gone wrong? Stiles: Eddie Abramovitz, Coach. They call him The Abomination. Coach: Oh, that's cute. Jackson: McCall, what the hell are you waiting for? This is the semi - finals. Bring that 'roid - head into the ground. Scott: Me? You're the one who said that I was a cheater. Jackson: And that freak of nature being on the field is fair? Do something! Scott: I can't, not while Allison's grandfather is here. Allison: I knew I should have brought a warmer jacket. Gerard: You're cold, here take my coat. Allison: Are you sure? Gerard: Oh, yeah. Allison: Thanks. Gerard: Good God, is it always this violent? Player: I can't feel my legs. Ahhhh. Matt: He belong to you? Melissa: No, mine is still on the field. While I'm here really wishing that he would've stuck with tennis! You the year book photographer? Matt: No, I, uh, I just take pictures. Melissa: Just lacrosse, or other things? Matt: Anything that catches my eye. Stiles: Hey, Lydia, what's wrong? Lydia, come on - Lydia: Just go away. Stiles: What's wrong? Lydia: Look, I don't need anyone seeing my cry. Stiles: Ah, come on, Lydia. Look, you shouldn't care if people see you cry, all right? Especially you. Lydia: Why? Stiles: Because I think you look really beautiful when you cry. Coach: How many fingers am I holding up? Danny: Four. Coach: Say two. Danny: Two. Coach: Perfect, get out there, come on. Get out there and have a stick. Player: We're still short one player, Coach. Coach: Where's Stilinski? Where's Stilinski? You! You! You play lacrosse? Erica: Uh - uh. Derek won't like this. Boyd: Yeah. But I will. Coach: Oh, ha, ha, ha! We got ourselves a player! Lydia: You're gonna think I'm crazy. Stiles: Lydia, if you trust me on anything, you can trust me on this. There's nothing that you can say to me that'll make you sound crazy. Literally, nothing! Stiles: Can you just give me five minutes? I know, I'm sorry. Just, but, just stay here, continue crying - or not crying - if you want, or whatever works for you, um, but just stay here, and I will be right back, and then we can talk - About anything. Yeah? Okay, just five minutes. Stiles: Book, book, book. Nothing. Here. Oh m - Erica: Hello, Stiles. Coach: The bigger they are - The bigger they are! Stiles: Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh. Derek: Stiles. Stiles: Derek. Derek: What did you see at the mechanics garage? Stiles: Uh, several alarming EPA violations that I'm seriously considering reporting. Holy God. Derek: Let's try that again. Scott: You gotta get off the field, your eyes. Someone is gonna see you. Coach: Get it to McCall! Get it to McCall! Melissa: Oh, my God. Scott: I'm fine, I'm healing, it's okay. The book? Allison: It's not in his office, it's gotta be at the house. Let's look at your leg. Oh, my God, your leg is broken. Scott: Not for long. Coach: Don't move. Melissa: Scott Scott: It's okay. It's okay. I'm fine. I'm fine. Melissa: I could have sworn I literally heard bone breaking from where I sat. Coach: Heard it? I felt it. Scott: Seriously, guys, I'm - I'm fine. Allison: We should go. Gerard: Hold on. I want to ask him one more thing. Stiles: All right, the thing was pretty slick looking. Um, skin was dark. Kind of patterned. Uh, I think I actually saw scales. Is that enough? Okay, because I've somebody I really need to talk to - Hrr. All right, fine, eyes. Eyes are, um, yellowish. And slitted. Um, has a lot of teeth. Oh. And it's got a tail, too. Are we good? What? Wait, have you seen it? You have this look on your faces like you know exactly what I am talking about. Derek: Run! Stiles: Derek, your neck! Hey, come on. Where is it? Can you see it? Derek: I can smell it. Please hurry. Call Scott! Stiles, ah - Stiles: Where did it go? Do you see it? Derek: No. Stiles: Okay, maybe it took off. Derek: Maybe not. Victoria: Oh, good. You're back. Dinner's almost ready. Chris: How was the game? Gerard: Why don't you ask the star player? Scott: Hi. Gerard: All right. Why is everyone so quiet? Is it that uncomfortable that they dated? Chris: Did you ask them if they'd be uncomfortable? Gerard: Okay, I know it's been a few centuries since I was a teenager, but even back then, we dated and broke up all the time. Allison: We're fine. Right, Scott? Scott: Totally fine. Gerard: Then why did you break up? Scott: She - dumped me? Derek: You get me out of here before I drown. Stiles: You're worried about drowning? Did you notice the thing out there with multiple rows of razor sharp teeth. Derek: Did you notice I'm paralyzed from the neck down in eight feet of water? Stiles: Okay. I don't see it. Derek: Wait, wait, wait, stop, stop. Stiles: What's it waiting for? Chris: No offense, Scott. But I think maybe Allison felt the two of you were just growing apart? Gerard: As if the father's opinion isn't biased. How do you know they weren't as passionate as Romeo & Juliet? Chris: Romeo & Juliet committed ritual su1c1de. We could use a little less passion. Allison: Can we please talk about something else? Victoria: Brilliant idea. Chris: Scott. How about you help me grab dessert from the kitchen? Chris: Do I need to fill you in on the details of what would happen to you if he found out what we all know? Scott: I'm kind of wondering what would happen to you, actually. Chris: Oh, it wouldn't be very good for me. But then I'd have plenty of chances to redeem myself. And that - wouldn't be good for you. Stiles: Wait, did you see that? I don't think it can swim. Allison: Do you mind if we're excused, there's actually some notes from English I need to go over with Scott. Chris: I'm not sure it's appropriate. Gerard: Okay, I'm the one that's supposed to be old - fashioned here. The two of you? Go! Allison: Come here, come here. Allison: All right. There goes that plan. Scott: Wait. Actually - let me try something. Allison: You wanna do a few banks later? Scott: Salmon, tarte, crème fraiche, what is this? Allison: A recipe. It's a cookbook. Gerard: Oh. Mm - hmm. Two days to prepare and worth it. Stiles: Okay. Okay, I don't think I can do this much longer. Derek: No, no, no. Don't even think about it. Stiles: Would you just trust me this once? Derek: No. Stiles: I'm the one keeping you alive, okay, have you noticed that? Derek: Yeah. And when the paralysis wears off, who is gonna be able to fight that thing, you or me? You don't trust me I don't trust you. You need me to survive, which is why you are not letting me go. Stiles! Allison: Shut it off! Shut it off! Scott: I know, I'm sorry. Stiles: Scott! Scott: I can't talk right now. Derek: Tell me you got him. Scott: Without we have no idea what this thing is. Allison: Where else do we look? Scott: Well, what haven't we thought of? Allison: Maybe it's not a book. Something else he keeps close to him. Huh. I know where it is. Scott: Principal Argent, Gerard. Mr. and Mrs. Argent, thank you for dinner. Um, I just realized that I have to pick up my mom from work. Gerard: I don't get it. What's not to like? Scott: Stiles, where are you? I need Gerard's keys, there's a USB drive on it. That's the bestiary. Stiles: I can't stay up any longer, I need something to hold on to. Stiles: Is that even a language? Scott: How are we supposed to figure out what this thing is? Derek: It's called a kanima. Stiles: You knew the whole time. Derek: No. Only when it was confused by its own reflection. Scott: It doesn't know what it is. Derek: Or who. Stiles: What else do you know? Derek: Just stories, rumors. Scott: But it's like us? Derek: A shape - shifter, yes, but it's - it's not right. It's like a - Stiles: An abomination. Scott: Derek? We need to work together on this. Maybe even tell the Argents. Derek: You trust them? Scott: Nobody trusts anyone! That's the problem. While we're here, arguing about who's on what side, there's something scarier, stronger and faster than any of us, and it's k*lling people and we still don't even know anything about it. Derek: I know one thing, when I find it? I'm gonna k*ll it! Gerard: Don't move. Even though I can practically feel the tissue around the blade already trying to heal, you never know with a beta. Besides, we'd lose this perfect picture. The kind old grandfather embracing his favorite grandson after hearing good news from the doctor. That's right. I can play the nice doddering grandpa who likes to cook and tell stories and be sweet and charming, and trust me, I can do it far better than you playing "average broken - hearted teenage boy". Are you listening? Scott: Yes. Gerard: Perfect. Now, you're gonna do me a favor one of these days and you're gonna do it, because if you don't, this Kn*fe goes in her. Scott? I truly believe that it's so much easier when bad things don't have to happen to good people. Don't you agree? Scott: Yes. Melissa: Hey, there. You okay? Scott: Yeah, fine. Everything's fine

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2x05 - Venomous Jackson: More. Danny: Okay. Jackson: No, I said don't help me! Danny: Don't help you as in don't spot you, or don't help you as in let the bar crush your throat? Jackson: I should be able to do twice that. Danny: On the the moon - maybe. I'm hitting the shower. If I come back and you're lying d*ad underneath a pile of weight, I'm taking the Porsche. Jackson: Thanks. Erica: Any time. Derek: What happened to you on the night of the full moon? Jackson: What? Nothing. Nothing happened. Derek: You're lying. Jackson: No, wait. No, wait, I can - I can prove it. I taped myself. Isaac: You taped yourself? Jackson: Yes. It was the full moon. And maybe while you were curled in the corner having an existential crisis about turning into a monster, I was preparing for the so - called gift your big, bad Alpha promised me, and what did I get? Nothing. You want proof? Let me get the video. Derek: No. No, I have a better idea. Jackson: What is that? Derek: You know, Jackson, you've always been kind of a snake - And everyone knows a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom. Derek: You're still a snake, Jackson, just not the one we're looking for. Isaac: You're still gonna have to do one more thing for us. Well, actually, for me. Sheriff: So now you're telling me that you didn't see Isaac and his father arguing before the m*rder? Jackson: Not exactly. Sheriff: Not exactly - or no? Because when it comes to law, there's a fairly large divide between not exactly and no. Like, if "not exactly" were sitting in this chair, then "no" would be somewhere in the middle of the pacific ocean, drowning next to my career. So what's it gonna be, huh? Not exactly or no? Jackson: No. Sheriff: Ah, crap. Stiles: Dude, I just talked to my dad, who just talked to Jackson, and I've got really terrible, horrible, very, very bad news. Scott: I think I already know. Stiles: All right, I only found one thing online called a kanima. It's a werejaguar from South America that goes after m*rder. Scott: That thing was not a jaguar. Stiles: Yeah, and I'm not exactly a m*rder. Scott: Yeah, but you did see it k*ll somebody, which is probably why it tried to k*ll you. And it's still trying to k*ll you, and it probably won't stop until you're d*ad. Stiles: You know, sometimes I really begin to question this "friendship." Danny: It took forever, but I found a program that can recover your video. I'll run it in my free period this afternoon. Jackson: Yeah, just let me know when it's done. Erica: So Derek wants this done during chemistry? Isaac: Yeah, and if it's Lydia, I'm gonna k*ll that bitch, all right? Erica: We have to test her first. Isaac: - Kanima - Jackson: Hey, testicle left and right. What the hell is a kanima? Coach: All right, listen up. A quick warning before we begin our review. Some of you, like McCall, might want to start their own study groups, because tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult - I'm not even too sure I could pass it. Okay, I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question. Who's got it, huh? Come on, let's go, buddy. Jackson: Paralyzed from the neck down. Do you have any idea what that feels like? Stiles: I'm familiar with the sensation. Scott: Wait - why would Derek test you? Why would he think that it's you? Jackson: How should I know? Stiles: Wait, do they think it's Lydia? Jackson: I don't know, all I heard was her name and something about chemistry. Coach: Jackson! Do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class? Jackson: Um - just an undying admiration for my - my coach. Coach: That's really kind of you. Now shut up! Shut it! Anybody else? Scott: How do we know it's not her? Stiles: Because I looked into the eyes of that thing, okay? And what I saw was pure evil. And when I look into Lydia's eyes, I only see 50% evil. All right, maybe 60. You know, but no more than 40 on a good day. Scott: Stiles, that's not a very good argument. Stiles: I'm aware of that, but I swear it's not her. It can't be, all right? Lydia's fine. Voice: Lydia. Coach: Okay then, anybody else want to try answering? This time in English? Scott: What is that, Greek? Stiles: No, actually, I think it is English. Scott: Derek is not gonna k*ll her without proof. Stiles: All right, so he tests her like he did with Jackson, right? But when and where? Scott: I think here and now. Harris: Einstein once said, "Two things are infinite: The universe and human stupidity; And I'm not sure about the universe." I myself have encountered infinite stupidity. So to combat the plague of ignorance in my class, you're going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let's see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or in Mr. Stilinski's case, less than one. Erica, you take the first station. You'll start with - I didn't ask for volunteers. Put your hormonal little hands down. Start with Mr. McCall. All right, next two. Scott: Whatever you're thinking about doing, wait. Give me a chance to talk to Derek. Erica: Why don't you talk to me instead? That's funny. In school, you guys act like you're broken up, but she's all over you. Scott: I don't know what you're talking about. Erica: If I were Allison, I'd be wanting you - All the time. Lydia: Never? You never get jealous? Allison: Why would I? Lydia: Because of that thing happening over there. That requires some jealousy. Scott: You're not my type. Erica: I'm exactly your type. Harris: Switch. Allison: Listen to me, okay? Don't talk to Erica or Isaac. Lydia: Why? Allison: Just don't. Harris: Let's go, girls. Next station. Allison: Trust me, all right? Stiles: If you harm one perfect strawberry blonde hair on her head, I'm gonna turn your little werewolf ass into a fur coat and give it to her as a birthday present. Isaac: Really? I've never actually been to one of her big, invite - only birthday parties. I did ask her out once though. Stiles: Sounds like the beginning to a heartfelt story. I'm gonna pass, thanks. Isaac: It was the first day of freshman year - Stiles: And you thought everything was gonna be different for you in high school, but she said no. Isaac: Yeah. Yeah, she even laughed. Told me to come back when the bike I rode to school had an engine, not a chain. Stiles: Mm, unrequited love's a bitch. Maybe you should write about it in English class, you know? Channel all that negative energy. Isaac: Nah, I was thinking I'd channel it into k*lling her. I'm not very good at writing. Harris: And switch. Stiles: Aah. Harris: If you're trying to test my patience, Mr. Stilinski, I guarantee it'll be a failing grade. Allison: What are you gonna do to her? Erica: Don't you think the better question is what's she going to do to us? I have to say, you guys are cute together. But you know, I've always had this feeling like I'm a little psychic. I just don't think you're going to last. Allison: You think you can hurt me by sliding your hand up his thigh? Erica: Would you like it better if it were your thigh? Come on. Girl fight in lab. It'll be hot. Harris: Time. If you've catalyzed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal. Now for the part of that last experiment I'm sure you'll all enjoy - You can eat it. Scott: Lydia! Lydia: What? Scott: Nothing. Scott: Derek's outside waiting for Lydia. Allison: Waiting to k*ll her? Scott: If he thinks she's the kanima, then yes, especially after what happened at the pool. Stiles: It's not her. Scott: Stiles, she didn't pass the test, man. Nothing happened. Stiles: No, it can't be her. Allison: It doesn't matter, because Derek thinks it's her. So either we can convince him that he's wrong, or we've got to figure out a way to protect her. Scott: Well, I really don't think he's gonna do anything here, not at school. Allison: What about after school? What if we can prove that Derek's wrong? Stiles: By three o'clock? Allison: There could be something in the bestiary. Stiles: Oh, you mean the 900 - page book written in archaic Latin that none of us can read? Good luck with that. Allison: Actually, I think I know someone who might be able to translate it. Scott: Uh, I can talk to Derek, maybe convince him to give us a chance to prove that it's not her. But if anything happens, you guys let me handle it, okay? Allison: What does that mean? Scott: That you can't heal like I do. I just don't want you to get hurt. Allison: I can protect myself. What? Did something else happen? Scott: I just don't want you getting hurt. Seriously, if anything goes wrong, you call me, okay? I - I don't care if your dad finds out. Call, text, scream, yell, whatever. I'll hear you and I'll find you as fast as I can. We have until 3:00. Stiles: Ah. Sorry. Sorry. Sensitive trigger on that. Lydia: Butterfly. Butterfly. Butterfly. Butterfly. Butterfly. Ms. Morrell: Lydia? Lydia: Danaus plexippus. Ms. Morrell: Which is the scientific name for - Lydia: Butterfly. Ms. Morrell: Lydia, what's it gonna take to get you to open up? Lydia: I don't know what you're talking about. I am as honest and open as a person can be. Ms. Morrell: Huh. I would've said wolf. Matt: So who do you know that can get into your house? Jackson: What do you mean? Like, break in? Matt: Or someone who has a key - Who also knows how to edit out two hours of footage out of a tape and knows how to loop it. Danny: I can do it. I write my own software, and I know your mom forgets to lock the kitchen door. Matt: I could've done it too, considering it's my camera. Actually, we could've done it together. All right, I gotta go to my next class, but, uh, I'll be back later to help if you guys want it. Danny: Definitely. What? Jackson: Got a little crush going on there? Danny: No. Jackson: Mm. Danny: Shut up. It doesn't matter anyway. Jackson: Why's that? Danny: Because if you haven't noticed, he's completely obsessed with Allison, so - Whatever. Anyway, this is gonna take a couple of hours. Jackson: So you can't tell me who did the editing? Danny: Is there anyone else you know who can get into your house? Jackson: Yeah. Actually, I do. Ms. Morrell: Do you mind me asking where you got this? A book? Allison: Um, a family heirloom. Ms. Morrell: Interesting family. I'm pretty familiar with most romance languages, but this is a little out of my reach. Allison: Can you give it a sh*t? Ms. Morrell: All right, um - "Kanima - " Do I have that right? Allison: Yeah. Ms. Morrell: "Like the wolf, its power is greatest at the moon's peak." Huh. Sounds like a werewolf. Oh, there's some words here I don't recognize. Allison: Just try. Please. Ms. Morrell: Could I hold onto it for a bit? Allison: Now is better, please. Ms. Morrell: All right, um - Okay. "Like the wolf, the kanima is a social creature, but where the wolf seeks a pack, the kanima seeks a friend." Allison: "A friend," what does that mean? Ms. Morrell: Maybe it's lonely. Allison: Like a teenager. Scott: I want to talk to Derek. Boyd: Talk to me. Scott: I don't want to fight. Boyd: Good, 'cause I'm twice the size of you. Scott: True. Really, really true. But wanna know what I think? I'm twice as fast. Derek: She failed the test. Scott: Yeah, which doesn't prove anything. Lydia's different. Derek: I know, at night she turns into a homicidal walking snake. Scott: I'm not going to let you k*ll her. Derek: Who said I was gonna do it? Derek: I don't know why you think you have to protect everyone now, Scott, but even so, Lydia has k*lled people and she's gonna do it again, and next time, it's gonna be one of us. Scott: What if you're wrong? Derek: She was bitten by an Alpha. It's her. Scott: You saw that thing up close. You know it's not like us. Derek: But it is! We're all shapeshifters. You don't know what you're dealing with. It happens rarely and it happens for a reason. Scott: What reason? Derek: Sometimes the shape you take reflects the person that you are. Even Stiles calls her cold - blooded. Scott: Well, what if she's immune? What if she's got something inside of her that makes her immune to the bite, which is why she didn't get paralyzed? Derek: No one's immune! I've never seen it or heard of it. It's n - it's never happened. Scott: What about Jackson? Matt: That is so bizarre. Danny: What? Matt: My camera's having some sort of glitch - slash - meltdown. Danny: It's a lens flare. Matt: Yeah, but it's only happening on one player - McCall. Scott: That's why you tested him, isn't it? Because you gave him what he wanted, didn't you? Derek: Scott - Scott: Peter said the bite either kills you or turns you. You were probably hoping that he would die. But nothing happened, right? And you have no idea why, do you? Derek: No. Scott: Well, I have a theory. Lydia's immune, and somehow she passed it on to Jackson. You know I'm right. Derek: No! Scott: You cannot do this! Derek: Look, I can't let her live! You should have known that! Scott: I was hoping I would convince you, but then - I wasn't counting on it. Isaac: Where is she? Lydia: If we're doing a study group, why didn't we just stay in the library? Stiles: Because we're meeting up with somebody else. Lydia: Hmm, well, why don't they just meet us in the library? Stiles: Oh, that would've been a great idea. Too late. Lydia: Okay, hold on - Jackson: Lydia, shut up and walk. Coach: McCall! Get over here! You know I'm gonna require an explanation for this. Coach: You know there are certain responsibilities to being a captain of a lacrosse team. Scott: Co - captain. Coach: Okay, partial responsibilities. Scott: Where did you find these? Coach: Under the bleachers, and you know somebody's gonna have to pay for them. Scott: They're Danny's. Coach: Oh, great, mystery solved. Why don't you tell your buddy Danny to take care of his equipment, or I'm gonna make you take care of his equipment for him. Now, do you really want to be taking care of Danny's equipment all the time? Scott: That depends. Are we still talking about lacrosse pads? Lydia: If we're studying at Scott's house, then where's Scott? Stiles: Meeting us here, I think. I hope. Allison: Thanks. Jackson: I needed to talk to her anyway. Stiles: Uh, there's been a few break - ins around the neighborhood. And a m*rder. Yeah, it was bad. Jackson: Lydia, follow me. I need to talk to you for a minute. Lydia: Seriously? What is going on with everyone? Matt: Hey, McCall. Thanks. Lydia: You okay? Lydia: So - Jackson: So you never gave me back my key. Lydia: What? Wh - y - your key? That's what you wanted to talk about? Jackson: Why didn't you give it back? Lydia: Are you kidding? I'm att*cked by some lunatic who bites me. A lunatic who, by the way, still hasn't been caught. I spent two days freaked out of my mind walking around the woods naked, all of my friends are acting like total nutcases, and you expect me to be worried about some stupid key? Jackson: So do you have the key or not? Lydia: Not. Jackson: You just lied to me. Danny: Dude, what did you do to my pads? Scott: Me? You're the one who was wearing them. Danny: No, I wasn't. Scott: What? Danny: I was in goal, remember? Different pads. Scott: Then who was wearing these? Danny: Someone who owes me a new set of pads. Allison: It's me. Scott: What's wrong. Allison: You need to get here now. Right now. Scott: Okay, I'm leaving now. On my way. Stiles: Oh, jeez. What are you doing? Allison: I think - I think I have to call my dad. Stiles: No, but if he finds you here - you and Scott - Allison: I know. But what are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us, okay? They're here to k*ll Lydia. Jackson: Where's my key, Lydia? It was you, wasn't it? You edited the tape. Lydia: What tape? Jackson: The night of the full moon. The recording. You came into my house - into my room - and you saw what was happening to me, so you took the tape from the camera and you edited out the most important part. I don't know why. Maybe because you wanted to take that from me, my moment, like you take everything. Or maybe you just thought you were protecting me. But it was you, wasn't it? Lydia: I don't know what you're talking about - But if you need it so badly - Fine. Lydia: I hate you. I hate you so much. Jackson: No. No, you don't. Lydia: I should. I should hate you. Don't. Jackson: Lydia. Stiles: I got an idea. Just sh**t one of 'em. Allison: Are you serious? Stiles: We told Scott we could protect ourselves, so let's do it. Or at least give it a sh*t, right? Allison: Okay. Stiles: Look, they don't think we're gonna fight, so if one of them gets h*t, I guarantee they'll take off. So just sh**t one of 'em. Allison: Which one? Stiles: Uh - Derek. Yeah, sh**t him, preferably in the head. Allison: If Scott was able to catch an arrow, Derek definitely can. Stiles: Okay, uh, just sh**t one of the other three then. Allison: You mean two. Stiles: No, I mean three. Where the hell is Isaac? Lydia: What was that? What's happening? Allison: Get back. Someone's trying to break in, okay? Go. Lydia, go! Jackson? Lydia: Hi, I - I need the police. Allison: Stiles, it's here! Erica: Hmm - this might make me sound like kind of a bitch, but I've always wondered what it feels like to steal someone's boyfriend. I bet it's a pretty sick rush of power. I think I might try it with Scott. You know what - I don't think it's gonna be that hard, because why would he be waiting around to steal 10 minutes with you, when he can have me anytime he wants. You didn't really think that would work, did you? Allison: Actually I did. I thought you were psychic, bitch! Derek: I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott. You're not an omega, you're already an Alpha of your own pack. But you know you can't b*at me. Scott: I can hold you off until the cops get here. Derek: Get them out of here. Lydia: Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on? Scott: It's Jackson.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "02x05 - Venomous"}

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2x06 Frenemy Allison: I need you to promise that you won't say anything about what just happened. Lydia: I'll promise not to say anything about what just happened if you can tell me what the hell just happened. Allison: It's - it's kind of complicated. Lydia: Well, how 'bout you start with why was Derek there? Or where Jackson went, or what is wrong with Erica? Oh, do you need a minute to come up with a plausible lie? Allison: Part of the reason why I'm asking is because Scott and I aren't supposed to be seeing each other, okay? So, it's better if you just keep what you know to yourself. Lydia: Fine. I'll keep what I know about you and your boyfriend - which is nothing - to myself. Allison: Hey. He's not just my boyfriend. You get that, right? Lydia: Let me go. Allison: Just for one second, please, try and remember - Lydia: Remember what? Allison: Remember what it feels like. All of those times in school when you see him standing down the hall, and you cannot breathe until you're with him. Or those times in class when you - you can't stop looking at the clock because you know that he's standing right out there waiting for you. Don't you remember what that's like? Lydia: No. Allison: What do you mean, "no"? You've had boyfriends. Lydia: None like that. Stiles: What do we do now? Scott: Holy cr - Stiles: Wha - sorry, I'm sorry. Did you see where he went? Scott: I lost him. Stiles: What? You couldn't catch his scent? Scott: I don't think he has one. Stiles: All right, any clue where he's going? Scott: To k*ll someone. Stiles: Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now. What? Scott, come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense. Scott: Just help me find it. Stiles: Not "it." Jackson. Scott: Yeah, I know. I - I know. Stiles: All right, but does he know that? Did anybody else see him back at your house? Scott: I mean, I don't think so, but he already passed Derek's test anyway. Stiles: Yeah, but that's just the thing. How did he pass the test? Scott: I don't know. Stiles: Maybe it's like an either - or thing. I mean, Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom, right? When's the kanima not the kanima? Scott: When it's Jackson. Stiles: Uh - dude. See that? Scott: He's inside. Stiles: What's he gonna do in there? Scott: I know who he's after. Stiles: What, how? How? Did you smell something? Scott: Armani. Stiles: Aw, come on. All right, maybe there's, like, a, uh - like, a window we could climb through, or some kind of - Handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength. How'd I not think of that one? Scott: Dude, everyone in here's a dude. I think we're in a gay club. Stiles: Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott? Barkeeper: You're better off without him. Danny: Still doesn't feel good. Barkeeper: You know what will feel good? That guy. Stiles: Two beers. Barkeeper: IDs. How 'bout two cokes? Stiles: Rum and coke? Sure. Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving anyway. Waiter: That one's paid for. Stiles: Oh, shut up. Scott: I didn't say anything. Stiles: Yeah, well, your face did. Hey, I found Danny. Scott: I found Jackson. Lydia: Okay. I love you. Go. Go. Let's go, Prada. You're all of six pounds. There can't be that much to come out of you. Prada, let's go! Prada? Prada. Prada? Peter: Lose something? Scott: Get Danny. Stiles: What're you gonna do? Works for me. Stiles: Danny! Danny! Danny. Scott: Jackson! No, don't! Scott: What do we do with him now? Lydia: So, should I call the police, or is there a non - r*pist explanation for being in my yard in the middle of the night? Peter: I heard him barking, and I live in the house back there. Is that okay, or should I start running? Lydia: Well, thanks for bringing him back. Peter: Everything okay? Lydia: "Okay" meaning what? Peter: Meaning - are you all right? Lydia: Meaning the other day in class? I'm not crazy. I may be the girl who sleepwalks naked and writes backwards on the chalkboard, but at least I'm not one of those desperate Vicodin - popping wrist cutters at school. Peter: Oh, is that what the other girls are like? Why'd you do that? Lydia: Do what? Peter: You - you stepped back. Lydia: You stepped forward. Peter: Maybe I wanted to kiss you. Lydia: Maybe I don't want you to. Peter: Does that mean - Maybe I could? Lydia: If you want me to punch you in the throat. Peter: Could I hold your hand? Lydia: What am I, nine years old? Peter: Uh, could I give you a flower? Promise to keep it? If I ask you tomorrow if you have it, and you say, "no," I'm gonna be really hurt. Lydia: Well, if I don't, I'll lie. Scott: Danny. Danny: McCall, what are you doing here? Scott: Just, uh, seeing if you're okay. And, um, I'm wondering if anything weird happened to you today. Besides being paralyzed from the neck down. EMT: Sorry, but we need to get him to the hospital. Scott: One more question, just one. Are you okay? Danny: Did it happen to my ex too? Scott: Yeah. Danny: Then I'm great. Scott: Couldn't get anything out of Danny. Stiles: Okay, can we just get the hell outta here now, before one of my dad's deputies sees me? Stiles: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Could this get any worse? That was rhetorical. Scott: Get rid of him. Stiles: Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene, and he's the sheriff. Scott: Do something. Stiles: Hey. Jackson: What's - what's going on? Scott: Jackson, Jackson, be quiet. Sheriff: What're you doing here? Stiles: What do you mean what am I doing here? What? It's a club. It's a club, we were clubbing, you know? At the club. Sheriff: Not exactly your type of club. Stiles: Uh - well, dad - There's a conversation that we - Sheriff: You're not gay. Stiles: Wha - I could be. Sheriff: Not dressed like that. Stiles: Well, what's - uh - Scott: Jackson, be quiet. Sheriff: This is the second crime scene that you just happened to have shown up on. And at this point, I've been fed so many lies, I'm not sure I know the kid standing in front of me. Now, what the hell is going on? Jackson: What's happening? Scott: Jackson, I'm sorry, but - Oh! Hey. Stiles: Dad, I - I - Sheriff: The truth, Stiles. Stiles: The truth, all right. Well, the truth is that we were here with Danny. Yeah, 'cause he just broke up with his boyfriend, so, you know, we were just trying to take him out and get his mind off things. That's - that's it. Sheriff: Well, that's really good of you guys. You're good friends. Chris: Seven paralyzed. The rumor is drugs. Probably hallucinogens, since witnesses say they saw a demonic monster on the dance floor. Gerard: Now, who would believe something like that? Chris: You know what I'm having trouble believing? How you just stood there while that thing circled you, and did nothing. You want to explain that to me? Gerard: Intuition. Chris: Then you know what it is. Gerard: I have a suspicion. And if I'm right, it plays by certain rules. Rules that don't bend easily. Chris: Do we need to put a hold on Derek to figure this thing out? Gerard: Not necessarily. Tonight's the first time you had a glimpse of him since Kate died, am I right? Chris: Unfortunately. Gerard: And the only other tie we have to him is Isaac Lahey. Chris: What are you thinking? Gerard: That if this thing bothers Derek enough to bring him out of his little hole, then we might have an opportunity. What did I teach you is the best way to eliminate a thr*at? Chris: Get someone to do it for you. Stiles: Uh, what about your house? Scott: Not with my mom there. We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous. Stiles: I still say we just k*ll him. Scott: We're not k*lling him. Stiles: God, f - Okay, okay. I got an idea. Scott: Does it involve breaking the law? Stiles: By now, don't you think that's a given? Scott: I was just trying to be optimistic. Stiles: Don't bother. Jackson: Stiles! McCall! I'm gonna k*ll you! Stiles: Okay, I bought you some foo - Jackson: Let me out now! Stiles: You know, I put those pants on you, all right, buddy? One leg at a time. Being all up - close and personal with your junk wasn't exactly a highlight of my day. So don't think this is fun for me either. You know we're actually doing you a favor? Jackson: This is doing me a favor? Stiles: Yes. You're - you're k*lling people. To death. Yeah. And until we can figure out how to stop you, you're gonna stay in here. I'm sorry. Now - you want the ham and cheese, or the turkey club? Jackson: You actually think my parents won't be looking for me? Stiles: Uh, well - not if they don't think anything's wrong. Yeah. Sheriff: Mr. Whittemore, maybe I'm missing something, but, uh, this doesn't exactly spell foul play. Mr. Whittemore: It reads, "stayed at friend's house last night. Everything fine. Love you." Now, while we're as close as any family can be, there are certain things Jackson has not been able to say since the day we told him he was adopted. Sheriff: Things like what? Mr. Whittemore: Jackson never says, "I love you." Sheriff: Never? Mr. Whittemore: Not once in 11 years. Gerard: So, who did you say you were studying with tonight? Allison: Just Lydia. We're prepping for our world history midterm. Gerard: History was one of my favorites. Especially military history. Ever hear the phrase, "know thy enemy"? Allison: It's from the art of w*r by Sun Tzu. Gerard: Very good. Know what it means? Allison: In order to win a battle, one must know everything they can about their enemy. Gerard: Right again. Your father and I happen to be having that very problem. We've got an enemy about which we know next to nothing. It's k*lled one of our own, among others. Allison: I've heard. Gerard: Did you hear Jackson Whittemore didn't show to school today? Allison: He didn't? Gerard: His parents called and so did the police. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you? Well, let me tell you what I know. I know that a teenager's first instinct is to protect their friends. And I believe my granddaughter would always want to protect her friends, even if it meant lying. So, I want to ask one more question, and this time, with a small advantage. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to get a sense of your pulse. Think of it as a game. All you have to do is tell the truth. Do you know anything about Jackson being missing? Allison: No. Gerard: Is he in trouble? Allison: I - I - I - I don't know. I don't know. Gerard: Does this have anything to do with Scott? Allison: No. I mean, I don't - I don't know. Gerard: Your pulse jumped. Allison: It's because you're scaring me. Gerard: Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart. That was definitely going way too far. Allison: No kidding. Gerard: It wasn't right for me to use tactics like that. I'm sorry. You can go back to class. Go ahead. Allison: Scott. Scott. Victoria: I'm afraid your teacher was feeling ill today, and had to leave early. So, unfortunately, you're stuck with me as a substitute. Can anyone catch me up to speed on where we are? Mr. McCall, how 'bout you? Jackson: Scales? Like a fish. Stiles: No, more like a reptile. Um, and, uh, your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people, and you have a tail. Jackson: I have a tail? Stiles: Yeah, you have a tail. Jackson: Mm. Does it do anything? Stiles: No, not that I know of. Jackson: Can I use it to strangle you? Stiles: Yeah, you still don't believe me. All right. The night of the semi - final game, what did you do right after? Jackson: I went home. Stiles: Are you sure about that? Jackson: Yes, you idiot. What the hell else would I do? Stiles: You att*cked me and Derek at the school, and you trapped us in the pool. You also k*lled a mechanic - right in front of me, by the way. That was lovely. And one of Argent's hunters. Oh, and last night, you tried to k*ll Danny. Jackson: Why would I want to k*ll my best friend? Stiles: Well, that's what Scott's out trying to figure out right now. Jackson: Mm. Well, maybe, he should be trying to figure out is how he's going to pay for a lawyer when I prosecute your asses all the way to jail! Stiles: All right, well, tell me this. On the night of the first full moon, what happened? Jackson: Nothing. Nothing happened. Victoria: Allison. We've noticed quite a few calls from your phone to the odd one. Stilinski. Allison: Oh, you told me to keep an eye on Lydia, and, um, he's had a crush on her since, like, third grade, so, I'm gonna have to talk to him. Victoria: I know it's hard - Sitting here - Trying not to look at him. But think of how strong it makes you. Especially when all these other girls are just letting their entire high school lives be defined by some boy they're just praying will take them to senior prom. Allison: Can't I be strong and go to prom? Victoria: Of course. But with someone else. Remember, so long as you stay strong, we won't have to k*ll a 16 - year - old boy. Stiles: Oh, my God. Allison: They know. Stiles: What? Allison: They know Jackson's missing. Stiles: No, they can't. I've been texting his parents since last night. They don't have a clue. Gerard: My grandfather told me his parents went to the police. They know. Stiles: Oh - Dispatch: All available units proceed to Beacon Hills Preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival. Proceed with caution. Allison: Where are we going? Stiles: Somewhere very far from this. Mrs. Whittemore: Jackson? Scott: You sure everything's okay between you and Jackson? Danny: Yeah, everything's fine. Did the cops have to take my fake ID? Scott: You didn't do anything to make him angry? Danny: How angry? Scott: On a scale of one to ten - one being "kind of irritated," and ten "wanting to k*ll you violently." Danny: Jackson's kind of always at a four, but we're good. I was actually doing him a favor. Scott: What favor? Danny: I was recovering a video for him. I put it on my tablet. Which is in the trunk of my car, and probably still at the club. Scott: What was on the video? Danny: I'm not really supposed to say. Scott: Danny, what if I told you this could be a matter of life and death? Danny: I'm not supposed to say. Scott: Okay. What if I told you you can get your fake ID Back? Melissa: While I think you being here to check in on your friend is all sorts of commendable, I've gotta play tough mom right now, even though I'm not very good at it. Scott: Right now? Melissa: Yes, right now. I got a call from your principal. You are failing two classes? Scott: I - I know. And that's why I'm studying with Stiles right now. Melissa: Do you know that if you fail even one of your midterms, that they're gonna hold you back? Scott: He said that? Melissa: Yes. All of your friends are gonna be juniors, while you are still a h*m*. Do you understand, Scott? You cannot fail. Scott: I know. Melissa: Okay. Thank you. Scott: If Jackson doesn't remember being the kanima, he's definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny's tablet. Stiles: Why would he steal the thing if he doesn't even know what's on it? Allison: What if someone else took it? Stiles: Then somebody else knows what he is. Scott: Uh, which could mean someone's protecting him. Allison: Like the bestiary says, "the kanima seeks a friend," right? Stiles: Okay, hold on. So, somebody watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the kanima, and then just erases part of it so he wouldn't know? I mean, who would do that? Allison: Somebody who wanted to protect him? Scott: There's something else. You said the only thing you found online about the kanima is that it goes after m*rder. What if that's actually true? Stiles: No, it can't be. Tried to k*ll all of us, remember? I don't know about you two, but I haven't m*rder anybody lately. Scott: But I - I don't think that it was actually trying to k*ll us. Remember when we were at Isaac's the first time, it just went right by us, didn't it? Allison: You're right, it just ran off. Scott: And it didn't k*ll you in the mechanic's garage. Stiles: Well, yeah, but it tried to k*ll me and Derek in the pool. Scott: Did it? Stiles: It would've. It was waiting for us to come out. Scott: What if it was trying to keep you in? Stiles: Why do I feel so violated all of a sudden? Scott: Because there's something else going on. We don't know what it is. We don't know anything about what's going on with Jackson, or why someone's protecting him. Allison: "Know thy enemy." Just something my grandfather said. Stiles: All right, I got it. k*ll Jackson. Problem solved. Scott: He risked his life for us. Against Peter, you remember that? Stiles: Yes, but what did we just find out? He got the bite from Derek. It's funny how he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risking his life for us, it's funny. Scott: Yeah, it doesn't mean he's not still worth saving. Stiles: It's always something with him, though. Scott: He doesn't know what he's doing. Stiles: So what? Scott: So, I didn't either. You remember when I almost k*lled you and Jackson? I had someone to stop me. He has nobody. Stiles: That's his own fault. Scott: Doesn't matter. If we can save him, we should try. Scott: Stiles went to check on Lydia. She still hasn't forgiven him for promising to talk to her, and then ditching her at her car. Allison: That's not easy to explain. Scott: Mm - mm. How did your dad know where to be last night? He was there in the alley. Him and Gerard. Allison: They have people. Guys who monitor every camera in town. ATMs, traffic cameras. Have you seen the ones they put up in school? Scott: Mm. Allison: You thought I told him. Scott: No. No, I just - I don't know, I just - Allison: I'm on your side, Scott. I'm always on your side. Scott: I know. I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Just that I thought that things would get back to normal by now. Or at least normal enough so I could pass my classes. Allison: You'll pass. Allison: Could you put some music on? Please? Scott: Uh, you want the radio? Allison: Uh, use entune. It has Pandora. I felt like I was gonna fall asleep in your arms. Scott: I like it when you fall asleep in my arms. Allison: I don't. I wake up, you're always gone. Scott: That's only because I don't want to wake you. Allison: I'd rather just wake up with you. Scott: You will. High school's only two more years. Allison: Hm. Which is hard enough for normal people to get through. Scott: Hey, what would you say if I could be normal? I've been thinking about it ever since we saw her at the hospital. Lydia was bit by an Alpha, right? Peter told Stiles that if the bite doesn't turn you, it'll k*ll you. But nothing happened to Lydia. Allison: Meaning? Meaning what, she's immune? Scott: If she is, doesn't that - doesn't immunity mean that you could be cured? Would you want that? Allison: I - I want anything that lets me be with you. And not just till the end of high school. Scott: Well, then you better not get into too good of a college. My grades suck. Allison: Not just to college. I'm serious. Scott: I know. Stiles: You guys might wanna come take a look at this. Allison: I have to tell my father. Scott. He's going to k*ll someone. Scott: Okay, tell him. Tell him everything. Stiles: Scott, I gotta tell mine too. Scott: This is all my fault. Allison: It's not. But we have to tell them. We're just a bunch of teenagers. We can't handle this. Scott: You're right. Allison: How you gonna make your dad believe all this? Stiles: I don't know. Scott: He'll believe me. Allison: You scared the hell outta me. Lydia: I've been sitting here for an hour, waiting for you. Allison: I can't hang out right now, Lydia. Lydia: I don't need anyone to hang out with. I need someone to talk to. Allison: I - I understand that it's important, but if it can just wait - Lydia: Why is everyone always telling me to wait? Why can't anyone have "right now" available? Allison: Because you can't have everything right now. You know what I need? I need someone to translate five pages of archaic Latin. Obviously, that's not gonna happen anytime soon. Lydia: I know archaic Latin. Allison: You know archaic Latin? Lydia: I got bored with classical Latin. Allison: Just how smart are you? Lydia: Just show me the pages. Stiles: Could you buzz us in? I gotta see my dad. Sheriff: Scott, Stiles. Perfect timing. Have you met Jackson's father, Mr. David Whittemore? Esquire. Jackson: That means lawyer. Allison: Are you sure? Ms. Morrell said that word means "friend." "The Kanima seeks a friend." Lydia: She was wrong. It means "master." Allison: "The Kanima seeks a master." Lydia: Why? Is that important? Allison: Yeah. Someone's not protecting him. Someone's controlling him.

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2x07 Restraint Jessica: You promised this was only gonna be for a few weeks. Sean: Look, just because we're in a trailer does not mean we're trailer park trash. Jessica: Exactly. We're worse. We don't even have enough money to be in a trailer park. Sean: Don't have a meltdown, okay? It's probably just the generator. Jessica: You mean the thing that runs the electricity and water. I'm sorry. I'm just tired of feeling slightly terrified all the time. It's not like I wanna be. Sean: Hey, look, it's going to get better. Jessica: Sean? Jessica: Noooo! Allison: If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know that someone's controlling him. Scott: Or he doesn't remember. Stiles: What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital? Allison: A fugue state? Scott: He'd have to forget everything. The m*rder - Allison: Getting rid of the blood. Stiles: Yeah, he had help with one thing tough - the video. And someone else helped him forget that. Scott: Whoever's controlling him. Allison: Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this? Stiles: He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing. Allison: So do we try and convince him he's not? Scott: If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah. Allison: Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did? Stiles: Yeah, it's us. He'll talk to us. Right? Sheriff: You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not as*ault or harass him physically or psychologically. Stiles: What about school? Sheriff: You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50 - foot distance. Stiles: Bu - okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other? I'll just hold it. Sheriff: Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're not pressing charges? Stiles: Oh, come on, it was just a joke. Sheriff: It was a joke? Stiles: Yes, I didn't think it would be taken this seriously. Dad, humor's very subjective, okay? I mean, we're talking, like, multiple levels of interpretation here. Sheriff: Uh - huh. Stiles: Uh - huh. Sheriff: Okay, well, how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van, huh? Stiles: We filled the t*nk! Melissa: Move! It's not just this. Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think that you would reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it. The completely bizarre behavior, the late nights coming home, having to beg Mr. Harris for you to make up that chemistry test that you missed. Scott: I missed a chemistry test? Melissa: Really, Scott? Really? I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded. Scott: What about work? Melissa: Fine - Other than work. And no TV. Scott: My TV's broken. Melissa: Then no computer. Scott: I need the computer for school. Melissa: Then no, uh - no Stiles. Stiles: What - no Stiles? Melissa: No Stiles! And no more car privileges. Give me your keys. Give 'em to me! Oh, for the love of God. Scott: Mom, you want me to - Melissa: No. Scott: Mom, come on, let me just - mom. Mom! Melissa: What is going on with you? Is this about Allison? Scott: Do you really wanna know? Melissa: Yeah. Is this about your father? It is, isn't it? Okay, you know what, um - We'll talk about this at home. I'm gonna go get the car. Scott: I'm the worst son ever. Stiles: Well, I'm not exactly winning any prizes either. Mr. Whittemore: Dammit! You give him a restraining order, and he's mocking you! He was mo - and what do I do about going to the bathroom? What the hell - Isaac: So why do we need their help? Derek: Because it's harder to k*ll than I thought and I still don't know who it is. Isaac: And they do? Derek: They might. Which is why I need one of you to get on their good side. Erica: Mm. Scott or Stiles? Derek: Either. Isaac: You know, the full moon's coming, Derek. Derek: I'm aware of that. Erica: Oh my, these look comfortable. Isaac: You said you were gonna teach us to change whenever we wanted. Derek: There hasn't been time. Isaac: But if you have to lock us up during the full moon, that means - that means you're alone against the Argents. Derek: They haven't found us. Isaac: Yet! So how about we forget the kanima? Derek: We. Can't! There was something about the way Gerard looked at it. He wasn't afraid - at all. I don't know what he knows or what he's planning. But I'm sure about one thing. We have to find it first. Allison: It's everything Lydia can translate. And trust me, she was very confused. Scott: Yeah, what'd you tell her? Allison: That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures. Stiles: I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures. Allison: O - oh. Great. Scott: Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him? Allison: Not really. But Stiles was right about the m*rder. Stiles: Yes! Allison: It calls the kanima a w*apon of vengeance. There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the kanima to execute m*rder in his village - Stiles: All right, see? So maybe it's not all that bad. Allison: Until the bond grew strong enough that it k*lled whoever he wanted it to. Stiles: All bad, all very, very bad. Allison: Here's the thing, though. The kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be - Scott: "Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it." Stiles: Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself. Allison: What if - It has something to do with his parents? His real parents. Scott: Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them? Stiles: Lydia might. Scott: What if she doesn't know anything? Allison: Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me, so - I'll talk to him myself. Scott: Okay, what do I do? Allison: You have a make - up exam, remember? Promise me. Scott: If he does anything, you run the other way. Allison: I can take care of myself. Scott: Allison, if you get hurt while I'm busy with some stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me. If he does anything - Allison: Like? Scott: Anything - Weird or bizarre - anything. Stiles: Anything evil! Ah - Ow! Teacher: Jackson? Did you still want to discuss your paper? Harris: You have one hour, Mr. McCall. Begin. Melissa: Really, Scott? I can't. Oh - Am I gonna do this? Am I gonna do this? No, I am gonna go to work. I am gonna go to work. I am just gonna straighten up. Just a little bit. Just a tad. He won't even know I was here. Matt: Oh, you just scared the hell out of me. Allison: Sorry, I wa - I was just, um, I was - nothing. Matt: Ah, that's a - nice heels. Allison: Oh! Yeah, uh, my feet were hurting, so I - Matt: Same reason I never wear mine. Allison: What? Matt: Uh, forget it. Hey, did you hear about the underground show? Apparently, they've got some big name spinning. Allison: Oh, you mean like a rave? Matt: Oh, is it still a rave if you don't roll? I just call it a party. But hey, I got a friend who can hook us up with tickets if you're down. Want me to get you one? Allison: Yeah. Yeah, great. Matt: Yeah? All right, cool. Um, it's Friday, so - Looking forward to it. Allison: Yeah. Lydia: I'm not supposed to tell anyone. Stiles: Come on, anyone who ever says "I'm not supposed to tell anyone" is always dying to tell someone, so tell me! Lydia: Why do you wanna know? Stiles: I can't tell you that. Lydia: Then I'm not telling you. Stiles: But you are telling me that you could tell me something if you wanted to tell me? Lydia: Was that a question? Stiles: It felt like a question. Lydia: Well - Tell me if this feels like an answer. No. Allison: Jackson? Jackson: In here. Is something wrong? Allison: Y - you could've warned me. Jackson: You're the one that walked into the boys' locker room. Allison: I thought I heard you - I th - forget it. Jackson: Did you wanna talk about something? Allison: We can talk later. Jackson: No. Let's talk now. Stiles: Lydia! Lydia, come on! Ly - wait! Ow! Ah, ah, hey, Erica. Erica: Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson's real parents? Stiles: Why are you bringing out the claws on camera? That's right. You wanna play Catwoman? I'll be your Batman. Erica: If you're wondering about Jackson's real parents, they're about half a mile from here. In Beacon Hills cemetery. Allison: I - I have to get to cl - Jackson: Oh, no, no, you don't. No, you have perfect grades. You can skip one class. Are you okay? Your heart's beating like crazy. Scott: Allison. Stiles: Do you know how they died? Erica: Maybe. If you tell me why you're so interested. Stiles: Um - Erica: It's him, isn't it? Stiles: What? Who? Him who? Erica: The test didn't work, but it's still him. It's Jackson. Harris: What do you think you're doing? Scott: The hour's up. Harris: You're not leaving till every single one of these bubbles is filled in. Jackson: I thought you wanted to talk. Allison: I - I - I changed my mind. Jackson: You sure? Because you look a little stressed. Is it Scott? Is it that whole thing? I still can't believe you actually think your little Romeo and Juliet story is gonna last. You know he's eventually just gonna run to Derek and join up with him and his little wolf pack. If you don't realize that, then you gotta be the stupidest bitch in this town. Well, other than Scott since he's a pretty stupid bitch himself. Allison: Stop. Just stop! Jackson: What are you gonna do, Allison, hmm - when your stupid bitch of boyfriend turns on you? They k*ll your aunt. They almost k*ll Lydia. Who do you really think's gonna be next, hmm? Not you. No, no, it can't be you, because you're in love. Is that what you tell yourself, hmm? "Scott's different and everything's gonna work out because we're in love." Well, if that's what you believe, then you're already d*ad. I just - I just hope your dad has been teaching you moves to protect yourself. Allison: Actually, he has. Jackson: Allison? What are you doing here? Allison: I - I'm fine. I'm fine. Scott, I'm fine. Scott! Jackson: I have a restraining order! Scott: Trust me, I restrained myself. Stiles: You can't tell Derek, okay? There's a lot more to this that you don't know about. And just because you got the Alpha bite makeover doesn't give you a license to go around destroying people. Erica: Why not? That's all anybody ever used to do to me. I used to have the worst crush in the world on you. Yeah, you, Stiles. And you never once even noticed me. Exactly how you're not noticing me right now. Stiles: Scott, Scott, Scott! Guys! Harris: What the hell's going on? Hey! Enough! Enough. What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson! Calm down! Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself? Stilinski! Matt: You dropped this. Harris: You and you - actually - all of you - Detention. Three o'clock. Melissa: Hi, there. Victoria: Oh, I'll make an announcement, have Scott brought to the office. Melissa: Um, actually - I came here to talk to you. Victoria: Me? Peter: Busy after school? Lydia: Always. Peter: Well, unbusy yourself. I wanna talk to you. Actually, I want to show you something. Lydia: I thought we'd gotten past the slightly rapey language. Peter: And - Bring the flower. Jackson: Oh, uh - we can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools. Harris: All of these tools? Stiles: No, just us tools. Harris: Fine. You two, over there. Scott: I'm gonna k*ll him. Stiles: No, you're not. You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him. Scott: No. You were right, let's k*ll him. Stiles: Oh - No. Matt: Kanima. Victoria: I was under the impression they were no longer dating. Melissa: Me too, but it looks like they are. And more. A lot more. Victoria: How do you know it's not some other impressionable young girl - with severely low standards? Melissa: Because I know Scott. And Allison is the only one that he's ever talked about like that. I just wanna make sure they continue to be safe. Victoria: I couldn't agree more. Stiles: Hey. What if it's Matt? I mean, this whole thing comes back to the video, right? Scott: Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing. Stiles: Exactly! He's trying to throw suspicion off himself. Scott: So he makes Jackson k*ll Isaac's dad, one of Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your jeep? Stiles: Yes! Scott: Why? Stiles: Because - he's evil. Scott: You just don't like him. Stiles: The guy - Bugs me. I don't know what it is. Just look at his face. Scott: Any other theories? Matt: You okay? Jackson: I have to go to the bathroom. Harris: Are you all right? Hey, you don't look so good. Jackson: I just need to get some water. Harris: No one leaves their seats. Scott: Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died. Erica: Maybe. Scott: Talk. Erica: It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's 18. Stiles: So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at 18? Erica: Yep. Stiles: There's something so deeply wrong with that. Erica: You know what? I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's inbox. He keeps everything. Speaker: Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office. Harris: Jackson! Jackson: I'm fine, just give me a minute. Lydia: Perfect. Stiles: Whoa, look the dates. Erica: "Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death - 9:26 P.M., June 14, 1995." Stiles: Jackson's birthday is June 15th. Harris: Oh, no, I'm sorry. Uh, yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re - shelving. Enjoy the rest of your evening. Scott: The principal wanted to see me? Victoria: No - I did. I'm concerned about the detention today. How Allison ended up in there with you and Mr. Stilinski. A sink was ripped off the wall. You're lucky I'm here to explain that to people somehow. You realize that? Scott: Yeah. I do now. Victoria: Good. Are you having sex with my daughter? Scott: Uh - No. I'm not having sex with your daughter. Victoria: I certainly hope not. Lydia: Hello? Stiles: It means he was born after his mom died - by c - section. They had to pull him out of her d*ad body. Matt: You okay, dude? Allison: So was it an accident or not? Stiles: The word all over the report is "inconclusive." Scott: Then his parents could have been m*rder? Stiles: If they were, then it falls in line with the kanima myth. You know? It seeks out and kills m*rder. Allison: But for Jackson? Or the person controlling him? Scott: We have to talk to him. We have to tell him. Allison: He's not gonna l - Scott: Erica! Erica: Unh! Stiles: Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey! I think she's having a seizure. Allison: He's alive. Stiles: Hey, we need to get her to a hospital. Erica: Derek - only to Derek. Scott: When we get her to the hospital - Erica: To Derek. To Derek. Allison: Go. Stiles: Hey, Scott! Scott: I'm staying here with you. Allison: He can't take her alone. Not like this. And Matt - I've got to call an ambulance for him, just go. Scott: This doesn't feel right. Allison: It's okay. Scott: No, it's not. No, it's not right. Allison: It doesn't - it doesn't mean anything. Scott: But it feels like it does. Allison: Scott, go. Go. Scott: Okay. Lydia: Hello? Peter: Over here. Lydia: Is this your house? Peter: It was. I'll tell you all about it. But first - did you bring the flower? Lydia: I couldn't find it. Peter: That's okay. But since you don't have it, I'm gonna need that kiss. Peter: Is - Something wrong? Derek: Hold her up. Stiles: Is she dying? Derek: She might, I - which is why this is gonna hurt. Stiles: You broke her arm! Derek: It'll trigger the healing process. I still gotta get the venom out. This is where it's really gonna hurt. Erica: Stiles - you make a good Batman. Scott: You know who it is. Derek: Jackson. Scott: You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn't you? I'm gonna help you stop him. As part of your pack. If you want me in, fine. But we'll do it on one condition. We're gonna catch him, not k*ll him. Derek: And? Scott: And we do it my way. Melissa: Thank you, Jenny. Thanks, you guys. I appreciate it. Jessica: Please - you have to tell 'em. Melissa: It's okay, the baby's fine. Jessica: Not - The baby. Melissa: Okay. Jessica: He k*lled Sean. Melissa: Honey, the police know. Jessica: They don't - They didn't see it. It wasn't human. Melissa: Okay. All right. Jessica: Please - no - Peter: I'm so sorry, Lydia. All of this must be terribly confusing. But at least you know that you're not actually crazy. Well - not completely. There's bound to be some residual effects, but you're a strong girl. Personally I think that you're gonna pull through with a minimal amount of post traumatic stress. And maybe - a few years of profoundly disturbing nightmares. I had a plan, you know. It was a good plan. But if there's one thing that I've learned in life, it's to always have a backup. That would be you. Your immunity makes you a perfect plan b. You wouldn't turn from the bite. You wouldn't die. But you would be able to do - One very important thing. Do you know what that is, Lydia? Lydia!

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2x08 Raving Matt: Hey, Jackson. Not here to punch me again, are you? Wanna - wanna go ahead of me in line? Sheriff: Oh, what the hell is this? Stiles: Veggie burger. Sheriff: Stiles, I asked for a hamburger. Stiles: Well, veggie is healthier. We're being healthy. Sheriff: Oh, hell, why are you trying to ruin my life? Stiles: I'm trying to extend your life, okay? Could you just eat it, please? And tell me what you found. Sheriff: No, I'm not sharing confidential police work with a teenager. Stiles: Is that it on the board behind you? Sheriff: Don't look at that. Stiles: Ay - Sheriff: Avert your eyes. Stiles: Okay. Sheriff: Hey! Stiles: Just - it's just - I see arrows pointing at pictures. Sheriff: Okay, okay, stop. Fine. I found something. Mechanic and the couple who were m*rder. They all had something in common. Stiles: All three? Sheriff: Yeah. You know what I always say. One's an incident. Two's coincidence. Stiles: Three's a pattern. Sheriff: The mechanic, the husband, the wife - all the same age. All 24. Stiles: Wait, what about Mr. Lahey? I mean, Isaac's dad isn't anywhere near 24. Sheriff: Which made me think that either "a," Lahey's m*rder wasn't connected or "b," the ages were a coincidence, until I found this, which would be "c." Did you know that Isaac Lahey had an older brother named Camden? Stiles: "Died in combat"? Sheriff: But if he were alive today, take one guess as to how old he'd be. Stiles: 24. Scott: Matt, Matt. Matt: What? Scott: How much are tickets? Matt: $75. Scott: Can I borrow some money? Matt: Yeah, how much? Scott: $75. Stiles: Now what if same age means same class - I mean, did you think of that? Sheriff: Yeah, yeah. Well, I would've. I mean, I - look, I just got Lahey's file two hours ago. Stiles: Two hours? Dad, people could be dying. Sheriff: Yeah, I'm aware of that. Thank you. Stiles: Same class. Stiles: Okay, this is it. Class of 2006. They all went to Beacon Hills. Sheriff: Including Isaac's brother. Stiles: All right, but so what if they all knew each other, you know? I mean, two of them were married, so maybe they all just hung out. Sheriff: Well, they could have had the same classes together. They could've - Stiles: What? Sheriff: Same teacher. Stiles: Harris. They were all in his class? Sheriff: All four. And I don't know how Mr. Lahey fits in, but this - kid, this is definitely a pattern. All right, give me the 2006 yearbook. These names, we need faces. Stiles: Which ones? Sheriff: Everyone in that chemistry class. If the k*ller's not done k*lling - Stiles: One of them's next. Sheriff: Yeah. Yeah, it's Stilinski. Kara: Next. How many? Let's go. Let's get out of here. Let's go. Chris: Hmm. This one, Sean. Sean was k*lled by this thing Gerard says is a kind of shapeshifter. It hasn't been around for centuries. Allison: The thing you sh*t outside the club the other night. Chris: South American legend we know of calls it the kanima. This one, Jessica. She was smothered to death after giving birth. The police think it was done by someone else. We think it's a person who's controlling this other shapeshifter. That means two K*llers, Allison. One human, one not. You know, the question I had after Gerard first told me about our family - "why us?" He quoted me Winston Churchill. "The price of greatness is responsibility." Personally, I think it's more about knowledge. What we know, the truth, what we know about the world, that makes us responsible, for a young couple, their newborn daughter, anyone that doesn't have the power to defend themselves. Are you starting to get it? Allison: I get that this isn't a lecture. It's an interrogation. Chris: That depends on what you know. Gerard showed me the library. Cameras didn't catch everything, but do you really think a little high school fight can explain that amount of damage? We know you're trying to protect your friends, but people are dying. A child was orphaned. What you know makes you responsible. It makes you responsible for this. Allison: What do you want me to tell you? Chris: Anything you know. Anything that can lead us to answering the one question that might mean everything. Who controls the kanima? Scott: What's he doing here? Derek: I need him. Scott: I don't trust him. Isaac: Yeah, well, he doesn't trust you either. Derek: You know what? And Derek really doesn't care. Now where's the vet? Is he gonna help us or not? Deaton: That depends. Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to k*ll him or save him? Derek: k*ll him. Scott: Save him. Save him. Save him. Derek: Watch what you touch. Isaac: So, what are you? Some kind of witch? Deaton: No, I'm a veterinarian. Unfortunately, I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin. Derek: We're open to suggestions. Isaac: What about an effective offense? Derek: We already tried. I nearly took its head off. And Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up. Deaton: Has it shown any weaknesses? Derek: Well, one - it can't swim. Deaton: Does that go for Jackson as well? Scott: No. He's the captain of the swim team. Deaton: Essentially, you're trying to catch two people. A puppet - and a puppeteer. One k*lled the husband, but the other had to take care of the wife. Do we know why? Scott: I don't think Jackson could do it. His mother died pregnant too, and she was maybe m*rder. I think he couldn't let the same thing happen to someone else. Isaac: How do you know it's not part of the rules? The kanima kills m*rder. If Jackson kills the wife, then the baby dies too. Scott: Does that mean your father was a m*rder? Isaac: Wouldn't surprise me if he was. Deaton: Hold on. The book says they're bonded, right? What if the fear of water isn't coming from Jackson, but from the person controlling him? What if something that affects the kanima also affects its master? Isaac: Meaning what? Scott: Meaning we can catch them. Both of them. Scott: There's got to be some other way to get tickets, right? Stiles: It's a secret show. There's only one way, and it's a secret. Matt: Hey. Either of you guys know why no one's getting suspended after what happened the other day at school? Stiles: Just forget about it. Nobody got hurt. Matt: I - I had a concussion. Stiles: Well, nobody got seriously hurt. Matt: I was in the E.R. for six hours. Stiles: Hey, do you want to know the truth, Matt? Your little bump on the head is about this high on our list of problems right now. Scott: Are you okay? Matt: Yeah, I'm fine now. So you didn't get any tickets last night either. Scott: Are they still selling? Matt: Uh, no, but I managed to find two online. You should keep trying. Sounds like everyone's gonna be there. Stiles: I don't like him. Hey, are you sure about this? Scott: Last time, whoever's controlling Jackson had to k*ll somebody because he didn't finish the job, so what do you think he's going to do this time? Stiles: Be there to make sure it happens. Coach: Can anybody tell me where the hell Jackson is and why he missed morning practice? Stiles: I thought I told you to keep an eye on him. Coach: Stilinski! Jackson? Stiles: Sorry, Coach, I haven't seen him since the last time I saw him. Coach: Oh, and when was that? Stiles: Last time I saw him was definitely the time I saw him last. Coach: Yeah, again. Danny, tell Jackson no missing practice this close to the championships, okay? Danny: Sure, Coach. Coach: That goes for all of you. I should be coaching college. Danny: Sorry, but I only got two myself. Stiles: What - do you even have a date, yet? Danny: I'm working on it. Stiles: Okay, okay. Hear me out. You give us the tickets, and you devote your life to abstinence and just - Isaac: How do you two losers even survive? Scott: What are we supposed to do? No one's even selling. Isaac: Wait here, boys. Scott: What is he gonna - ? Stiles: Ow. Oh, my - yup. That's excessive. That'll bruise. Scott: Ow. Stiles: Wow, okay. Isaac: Enjoy the show. Allison: I'm sorry. I know that you said we can't talk like this anymore. Scott: What happened? Allison: Um - my dad and I, um - he knows about the last two m*rder. He knows that there are two K*llers, and he and Gerard - Scott: Hey, it's okay. That's not bad. If he knows, fine. I'm actually more worried about your mom. Allison: What does that mean? Scott: Uh, you remember when I got called out of detention to go to the office? She was the one that talked to me, and, uh, she was asking me all these questions about us. Like really, really specific questions. And there were pencils being sharpened. Allison: Pencils? Scott: Just trust me. It was bad. Um, and I - I think that we should do something like - like - be seen with other people. Allison: Like, be seen dating? Scott: Maybe more. What? Allison: Um - well, I don't - I don't know how it happened or why I even said yes, but I'm actually supposed to hang out with Matt. Scott: Oh. Oh, great. That's perfect. Go out with him. Allison: Seriously? Scott: Yeah, and make a big deal out of it in front of your mom, okay? Even kiss him if you have to. Allison: Kiss him? Are you sure about that? Scott: Uh - T - totally. Allison: Oh. Like, really kiss him? Scott: Well, what's "really kiss him" like? Allison: Like - Scott: Yeah, don't do that. What is it? Allison: Nothing. I got to go. Scott: I - I love you. Allison: You too. Scott: Ketamine? Deaton: It's the same stuff we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage. If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time. This is some of what you'll use to create the barrier. This part is for you, Stiles. Only you. Stiles: Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure. Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure - filled task for me? Deaton: It's from the Mountain ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble. Stiles: Okay, so then what? I just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it? Deaton: They'll be trapped. Scott: Doesn't sound too hard. Deaton: Not all there is. Think of it like g*n. It's just powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark, Stiles. Stiles: If you mean light myself on f*re, I don't think I'm up for that. Deaton: Let me try a different analogy. I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish. Stiles: Force of will. Deaton: If - if this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it. Stiles: Mm - hmm. Chris: All right. The party's in a warehouse just inside the industrial sector. Allison has learned that Jackson Whittemore will be there seeking his next target out of the crowd. Since we still have little clue as to just how strong he is, we need to be extremely cautious. When Allison has Jackson's location and has determined him to be at the optimal point where we can take him down, she'll signal me. "Optimal" meaning as far away from the crowd as possible. There will be no collateral damage tonight. Go ahead. Gerard: As willing a participant as she seems, your young protegee there also appears to be under the impression that we are planning a trap. Chris: She doesn't need to know any more than that. Gerard: For the rest of us then, let's be perfectly clear. You don't trap a creature this dangerous. You k*ll it. Stiles: Hey. Can't talk, got to run. Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. What's wrong? Sheriff: Nothing. Stiles: Oh. Where's your g*n? Sheriff: I left it at the station along with my badge. Stiles: What? Sheriff: It's all right. You know what? We'll talk about this later. Stiles: Dad. Sheriff: Don't worry about it. Stiles: Dad! Sheriff: It was decided that the son of a police chief stealing police property and having a restraining order filed against him by one of the town's most respected attorneys did not reflect well on the county. Stiles: They fired you? Sheriff: Nah. Look, it's - it's just a leave of absence. It's - it's temporary. Stiles: Did they say it was temporary or - Sheriff: Actually, no. You know, I - it's fine. Don't worry about it though. Hey. We're going to be fine. Stiles: Dad. I don't get it. Why - why aren't you angry at me? Sheriff: I don't know. Maybe I just don't want to feel any worse than I already do by having to yell at my son. Stiles: Oh, sh**t. Scott: You okay? Stiles: Yeah, why? Scott: You just didn't say anything the whole way here. Stiles: No, I'm fine. Just grab the other bag. Scott: I can't. Remember Deaton said you have to do it alone. Stiles: Okay, this plan is really starting to suck. Scott: No. Not here, not now. Stiles: What? Scott! What am I supposed to - plan officially sucks. Allison: Matt, give me a second, okay? Scott: What are you doing? Allison: You told me to go out with him. Scott: No, not here. You don't get it. We have a plan. Allison: You have a plan? Okay, okay. My father and Gerard, they're coming here. Scott: What did you tell them? Allison: I - I told them - Scott: Allison! Allison: I - I had to tell them. Scott: Oh, my God, they know it's Jackson. Allison: People are dying, Scott. What am I supposed to do? Scott: You're supposed to trust me. Allison: I trust you more than anyone. Scott: We've - we had a plan. Allison: So do they. Scott: This isn't going to work. Allison: What do you want me to do? Okay, I can - I can fix it. Please, please, Scott. Just tell me. Scott: Just stay out of the way. Allison: Scott! Scott: Stay out of the way! Gerard: Careful, gentlemen. Something wicked this way comes. Isaac: Why me? Scott: Because I got to make sure that Argent doesn't completely ruin the plan. Okay, look, you better do it intravenously which means in the vein. When you find him, you pull back on this plunger right here. In the neck probably is going to be the easiest. So you find a vein, you jam it in there, and pull back on the trigger. Be careful. Isaac: Oh, I doubt it'll even slightly hurt him. Scott: No, I mean you. I don't want you to get hurt. Chris: Derek. Back off. Derek: Back off? That - that's really all you've got? I got to be honest, Chris. I was really expecting more from the, uh, big, bad veteran werewolf hunter. Chris: Okay, then. How about "didn't anyone ever tell you not to bring claws to a g*n?" Boyd: That one sounded pretty good. Jackson: He belongs to me. Stiles: Oh, no. Stiles: Scott, pick up. Pick up now. Look, I got, like, 50 feet of ash left, and I'm out. Okay? So you got to get your wolf ass down here to help me because I don't know what to do. And I'm just standing out here and I'm - And I'm all alone, and I'm hearing g*n and werewolves, and I'm - and I'm standing here like a frickin' idiot all by myself with a handful of magic fairy dust. And I don't have enough. Okay? Okay, come on, think. Um, okay. He said you got to believe. You need to believe. Come on, believe, Stiles. Just, uh - just picture it. Just imagine it working, okay? Just - imagine. Stiles: Yes! Victoria: You probably recognize this device. Pot used to be smoked in a rolled up piece of paper. These days, it seems like all you kids are given a free vaporizer with your medicinal marijuana card. Hmm. This type of wolfsbane is one of my favorites. Lovely smell. You probably won't think so. Scott: What? What are you doing? Victoria: Isn't it obvious? I'm k*lling you. Stiles: Uh, no, no, no! Just me, it's just me. Don't freak. He okay? Isaac: Well - let's find out. God - Stiles: Okay, no one does anything like that again, okay? Isaac: Oh, I thought the ketamine was supposed to put him out. Stiles: Yeah, well, apparently this is all we're going to get. So let's just hope that whoever's controlling him just decided to show up tonight. Jackson: I'm here. I'm right here with you. Victoria: It's going to look like an accident. Like you had an asthma att*ck and couldn't get to your inhaler in time. Your school records show you have a pretty severe case of asthma. Scott: Stop! Victoria: Too late. Looks like it's working. Uh - uh - uh. Matt: Want to move closer to the dj? Harris: She's 21. I told you I'd see a student here. Boyd: I think I stopped healing. Derek: b*ll*ts - they're laced with wolfsbane. You got to go, take the car. Boyd: What about you? Derek: I have to find Scott. Go. Go! Stiles: Jackson, is that you? Jackson: Us. We're all here. Stiles: Are you the one k*lling people? Jackson: We are the ones k*lling m*rder. Stiles: So all the people you've k*lled so far - Jackson: Deserved it. Stiles: See, we got a little rule book that says you only go after m*rder. Jackson: Anything can break if enough pressure's applied. Stiles: All right, so the people you're k*lling are all m*rder then? Jackson: All. Each. Every one. Stiles: Well, who did they m*rder? Jackson: Me. Stiles: Wait, what? What do you mean? Jackson: They m*rder me. They m*rder me. Matt: Not having a good time, are you? Allison: Ever feel like you have only the best intentions, but you're just making one mistake after another? Matt: No, unlike the rest of humanity, I'm perfect. Matt: Uh - I'm - I'm sorry. That - that was - that was a huge mistake. I'm - I'm sorry. Allison: No, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay. Actually, it's not okay. But I have to go make a call so - Stiles: Okay, all right. More ketamine. The man needs ketamine. Come on. Isaac: We don't have any more. Stiles: You used the whole bottle? Um - okay, out, everybody out. Isaac: Go, go, go, go. Stiles: Okay, find something to move in front of the door. Kara: Five minutes. Stiles: Hey, um, so we kind of lost Jackson inside, but it's - oh, my God. It's working. Oh, this is - I did something. Victoria: Alpha, beta, but what are you, Scott? Omega. Don't you know the lone wolf never survives without a pack? I've heard the cry of an omega. It's a miserable sound. The howl of a lone wolf. Scott: I'm not. Victoria: What? What is it? Scott: I'm not - alone. Ah! Derek: Scott? Stiles: What? Derek: Break it. Stiles: What? No way. Derek: Scott's dying! Stiles: Okay, what? How do you know that? Derek: Oh, my God, Stiles, I just know! Break it! Stiles: Ah - Scott: Allison - please tell her I'm sorry. Gerard: Hey, hey, hey, it's just me. We better get you out of here. Allison: It didn't work. None of it, none of it worked. Gerard: Oh, I wouldn't say that. In fact, I'd say the prognosis isn't nearly as dire as it seems. Not nearly. Mr. Whittemore: You really think it's a good idea being here? Sheriff: I just want to know her name. Mr. Whittemore: It was Kara. Kara Simmons. Sheriff: It's not here. Her name is not on the list. Derek: Thank you. Ms. Morrell: I can't decide if I admire your sentimentality or despise it. Deaton: If I want your opinion, I'll make an appointment with the guidance office. Ms. Morrell: From the state of things, I think you could use a little guidance. Are you really going to leave all of this up to a couple of kids? Deaton: They're more capable than you think. Ms. Morrell: And are you going to tell them what's coming? Deaton: They've got enough to worry about. Victoria: Chris!

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "02x08 - Raving"}

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2x09 Party Guessed Peter: Lydia. Lydia, Lydia! Lydia, Lydia! Lydia: Leave me alone. Peter: Unfortunately, I can't. At least not yet. Lydia: Are you real? Peter: Interestingly - that question can also be. Answered, "not yet." I promise everything's going to get back to normal, Lydia. All that you have to do - Is every single thing I ask. Peter: Timing is key here, Lydia. It all needs to happen by the next full moon. Do you know what they call the full moon in march? It's called the worm moon. They call it that because it's the last full moon of. Winter, and the worms would literally crawl out of the earth as it thawed. Kind of has the feel of a rebirth, doesn't it? Lydia: But the full moon is on Wednesday. That's my birthday. Peter: Exactly. And Lydia's birthday is always the party of the year, isn't it? Everyone wants to go to this party. So we're going to make it a very special party. Lydia: And what if I don't? Peter: I think it's best that we just make a plan and stick to it. That way no one gets hurt. Lydia: Why me? Peter: Because Lydia Martin is not only beautiful, not only incredibly intelligent. She's immune. Lydia: Immune to what? Peter: Oh, that's right. They haven't told you, have they? Bet you've felt like the last to know for a long time. Doesn't feel good, does it? You deserve to know everything. It's probably best if I just show you. Chris: It's not that deep, okay? Victoria: It's all right. I'll clean it myself. Chris: It's not that bad. We don't know. We can't know. Not for sure. Gerard: It's a bite from an Alpha. Chris: She's my wife. Allison's mother. Gerard: And I'm the cold - hearted patriarch holding his family to its commitments. We all have our roles. Just don't expect me to play poisoned king to your Hamlet of a son. Not with a full moon coming. Chris: What about Allison? How am I supposed to get her through this? We just buried Kate. Gerard: Then tell me, how long is long enough? When exactly do you think Allison will be emotionally prepared enough to handle the death of her mother? Chris: She can't lose her too. Gerard: Ah, you're getting your tenses mixed up. Your wife is already d*ad, and that thing over there is just a cocoon waiting to hatch. Derek: I'm saying we need a new plan, because next time, one of us is gonna be too hurt to heal. Scott: Ugh, I get it. We can't save Jackson. Derek: We can't seem to k*ll him either. I've seen a lot of things, Scott. I've never seen anything like this. Every new moon's just gonna make him stronger. Scott: But how do we stop him? Derek: I don't know. I don't even know if we can. Scott: Maybe we should just let the Argents handle it. Derek: I'm the one who turned him. It's my fault. Scott: Yeah, but you didn't turn him into this. I mean, this happened because of something in his past, right? Derek: That's a legend in a book. It's not that simple. Scott: What do you mean? What are you not telling me? Derek: Why do you think I'm always keeping something from you? Scott: Because you always are keeping something from me. Derek: Well, maybe I do it to protect you. Scott: Doesn't being part of your pack mean no more secrets? Derek: Go home, Scott. Sleep. Heal. Make sure your friends are safe. 'Cause the full moon's coming. And with the way things are going, I've got a feeling it's onna be a rough one. Matt: So, um, about that incredibly bad idea I had. Allison: You mean the kiss? Matt: Yeah, that's the one. Allison: Don't worry about it. Matt: For real? Allison: Definitely. Matt: So what's going on with you and Scott? Are you guys - you guys still together or - or what? Allison: Not really. Matt: Not really. I - God, I hate not reallys. You never know what to do with not really. Allison: Would you understand if I said it was complicated? Matt: Not really. But I'll try. Matt: Open the window. Heh. Forgot my bag. Allison: Yeah, yeah. Matt: Some good pictures in there, don't you think? Allison: Yeah, the lacrosse ones are amazing. You're really talented. I was - I was - I was really impressed. Matt: There is a good candid of you in there too. Allison: Really? Matt: You can see some of the others if you'd like. I mean, this - This tiny little screen doesn't really do it justice, but, uh, I could show you some on my computer. Allison: Oh, I would totally like that, but maybe another night. Matt: Well, just for a few minutes. Allison: It's getting kind of late. Matt: It's the weekend. Allison: I know, but I - You know, I - Matt: And it's spring break. I mean, you don't have a thing going on tomorrow. Do you? Allison: I should really get going. Matt: You sure? Allison: I'm sure. Matt: Okay. Isaac: What is that? Boyd: It's a triskele. Spirals mean different things - Past, present, future. Mother, father, child. Derek: You know what it means to me? Boyd: Alpha, beta, omega? Derek: That's right. It's a spiral. Reminds us that we can all rise to one or fall to another. Betas can become alphas, but alphas can also fall to betas or even omegas. Isaac: Like Scott? Derek: Scott's with us. Isaac: Really? Then where is he now? Derek: He's looking for Jackson. Don't worry, he's not gonna have it easy tonight either. None of us will. There's a price you pay for this kind of power. You get the ability to heal, but tonight you're gonna want to k*ll anything you can find. Erica: Good thing I had my period last week, then. Derek: Well, this one's for you. Lydia: Clear your schedule. This could take a while. Allison: How many outfits do you plan on wearing tonight? Lydia: It's my birthday party. I'm thinking host dress, evening dress, then, mm, after - hours casual. Allison: I noticed that you didn't send out any invites. Lydia: It's the biggest party of the year, Allison. Everyone knows. Allison: I was wondering if maybe this year things, you know, might be different. Lydia: Why would anything be different? Allison: Just 'cause things have been off lately. Things and people. Like Jackson. Lydia: What do you care about Jackson? Allison: Do you know if he's coming tonight? Lydia: Everyone's coming. This one's American rag. Mm, I love it. For me, not you. This one's material girl. It's for you. Ms. Argent. What do you think of this one? Victoria: Oh, it's lovely. Allison, uh, can I grab you for a moment to talk? Just the two of us. Allison: Um, can we do it later? Victoria: Actually, uh, to be honest, sooner would be - would be better. Lydia: Party's at 10:00. Victoria: Um, will you be around before then? Allison: I think so. Victoria: You think so. Allison: I don't know. Allison: You think so? Lydia: Oh, I guess that black one would fit. All right, here you go. No, it's too much. Allison: I think I like it. Lydia: You like it? Allison: Yeah, no, I do. Happy Birthday. Lydia: Oh, thank you. I actually appreciate that. Sheriff: Hey, whatcha doing? Stiles: Homework. Sheriff: It's spring break. What do you think you're doing? Stiles: Oh, I'm just satisfying my own curiosity. Sheriff: We brought Harris in this morning for questioning. They brought him in. Stiles: And? Sheriff: And they're working on a warrant to arrest him for the m*rder. Stiles: For all of them? Sheriff: Enough of them. Stiles: With what proof? Sheriff: You remember the couple at the trailer? Tire tracks nearby match Harris's car. Stiles: W - that's not enough. Sheriff: The same car was also seen outside the hospital where the pregnant wife was k*lled. It's got some bumper sticker on it, a quote from Einstein. Stiles: Wait, what quote? Sheriff: Something about imagination and knowledge. Stiles: Imagination is more important than knowledge, yeah. I saw the same car parked outside the rave. Sheriff: That means you're a witness. You're gonna have to give a statement. Stiles: But, what about the concert promoter, Kara? She wasn't in Harris's class, right? I mean, what does Mr. Lahey have to do with Harris? Sheriff: It doesn't matter. The tire tracks put Harris at the site of three m*rder. That's damning evidence. Stiles: No, it's not enough. Sheriff: I - I thought you hated this guy. Stiles: I don't hate him, all right? He hates me. And, you know, if he'd k*lled them all, then yeah, lock the psycho up. But there's something missing. There's gotta be something missing. Sheriff: Hey. Hey. You don't have to solve this for me. Stiles: No, I have to do something. What? Sheriff: Look at the swim team. Stiles: Dad, the coach. It's Isaac's dad. Lydia: Jackson. You're coming to my party, right? Jackson: You don't want me there. Trust me. Lydia: Don't worry about it. I'm over it. Look, of course I want you - Jackson: You do not want me there. Lydia: I'll see you there. Allison: For Lydia. Kids: Whoo, party! Stiles: Happy Birthday! Yeah! Coming in. Oh, whoa. Can't. Okay. You know, you don't - can you just grab that side, maybe? Lydia: Don't forget to try the punch. Stiles: Have you seen Jackson anywhere? Scott: No. Seen Allison? Stiles: No, but we should probably tell her what we found. Scott: I'm still kind of not sure what we found. Stiles: I figured out it has something to do with water. You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team, the way the kanima reacted around the pool. Scott: So whoever's controlling the kanima really hates the swim team? Stiles: Hated the swim team. Specifically, the 2006 swim team. So it could be another teacher. Maybe like a student back then. I mean, who are we missing though? What haven't we thought of? Allison: Uh, Jackson's not here. Stiles: Yeah, no one's here. Scott: Maybe it's just early. Stiles: Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town whackjob. Allison: Well, we have to do something, because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks. Scott: She's completely ignored Stiles the past ten years. Stiles: I prefer to think of it as me not having been on her radar yet. Scott: We don't owe her a party. Allison: What about the chance to get back to normal? Scott: Normal? Allison: She wouldn't be the town whackjob if it wasn't for us. Scott: I guess I could use my co - captain status to get the lacrosse team here. Stiles: Yeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going. Like, really going. Allison: Who? Stiles: I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party. Lydia: And you are? Phoenix: We're here for the party. Lydia: Well, come on in. Don't touch anything. Boyd: What if we break free? Derek: Then you'll do anything you can to get out of here. Probably try to k*ll me, then k*ll each other and k*ll anything else with a heartbeat. I need you to hold her. Isaac: So how come she gets to wear the headband? Derek: Because she'll be able to withstand more pain than the two of you. I've got an extra one if you really want it. Isaac: I'll pass. Derek: You ready? Erica: Yeah. Stiles: Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what? Scott: Why should I apologize? Stiles: Because you're the guy. It's, like, what we do. Scott: But I didn't do anything wrong. Stiles: Then you should definitely apologize. See, any time a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong, it means he's definitely done something wrong. Scott: I'm not apologizing. Stiles: Is that the full moon talking, buddy? Scott: Probably. Why do you care, anyway? Stiles: Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here. I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. You're gonna be held back in school. I'm in love with a nutjob. And if on top of all that, I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna s*ab myself in the face. Scott: Don't s*ab yourself in the face. Stiles: Why not? Scott: Because Jackson's here. Lydia: Glad you could make it. Isaac: How do you not feel this? Derek: I feel every second of it. Isaac: Then how do you control it? Derek: Find an anchor. Something meaningful to you. Bind yourself to it. Keep the human side in control. Isaac: What is it for you? Derek: Anger. But it doesn't have to be that for everybody. Isaac: You mean Scott? Derek: Yeah. All right, that should do it. Victoria: You really thought I would do this using prescription pills. Chris: According to gender statistics, most women - but you're not most women. Victoria: I'll go upstairs and write the letter. Gerard: Don't hesitate because of Allison. She'll feel the ground shifting beneath her feet time and again in her life. It is our job to teach her how to keep standing. Chris: The ground isn't shifting. It's crumbling. Gerard: You want easy? Change your last name. Otherwise, go up there and help your wife die with dignity. Because if she doesn't fall on her own sword, one of us is gonna have to run her through. Scott: Uh, I can't drink tonight. Lydia: All right, what is with the two of you? Scott: Oh, no, Stiles is drinking. Lydia: Not Stiles. You and Allison. I don't care why you have to keep your little love affair so secret, but right here and right now seems like the perfect time just - to have a good time. Scott: You know something? You're right. Lydia: See? Isn't it good? Scott: Actually, yeah. Really good. Allison: You get two minutes. Matt: Okay. Uh, right. So I know I took some pictures of you that I should've told you about. But is it really that bad that - that I think you're beautiful - and I think you should be the subject of a perfect photograph? Allison: Um, Matt, some of those pictures I - I don't even know how you took them. Matt: Telephoto lens. I mean, come on, Allison. Photographers call them candids. Allison: Well, police officers call it stalking. Matt: Stalking. So I'm - I'm a stalker now. That's - is that it? You - you think my bedroom is wallpapered with your photos. You think I'm the kind of guy that's gonna say something like, "well, if I can't have her, no one can." Well, you know what? Get over yourself, because there's another pretty girl walking through the room every five minutes. Allison: Well, then, all you have to do is wait another three. Good luck. Matt: Allison, wait. What is the matter with you? Allison: I'm sorry. I'm so - I'm so sorry. Allison: No. No, not here. Scott. Scott! Allison. Look at you. Yelling for help. Always yelling for help. It's pathetic, Allison. You - you have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this. Stiles: You feeling okay? Scott: It's not the moon. It's different. Sheriff: Why am I wearing black? What are you, an idiot? I just came from a funeral. You know, people wear black at funerals. Kid: Dude, chill. It was just - Sheriff: Get out of my face. Sheriff: It's you. It's all you. You know, every day I saw her lying that hospital slowly dying - I thought, "how the hell am I supposed to raise this stupid kid on my own? This hyperactive little bastard who keeps ruining my life?" It's all you. It's you, Stiles. You k*lled your mother. You hear me? You k*lled her. And now you're k*lling me. Victoria: I didn't get a chance to talk to her, so I want to do it here, where I can be with her. Hm. And I think I'm gonna need your help. Scott: Lydia. Jackson's Mother: His name is Jackson. We're looking for Jackson Whittemore. Jackson's Father: Has anyone seen Jackson? We're his parents. Lydia: Mr. Whittemore? Jackson's Father: No, we're his real parents. Jackson: No, no. Jackson's Mother: Could someone tell him we're here? Jackson's Father: Tell him we're his real parents. Scott: You guys seen Lydia? You know where Lydia is? Have you seen Lydia? Lydia? Where's Lydia? Derek: Scott, can you call me back? I'm probably gonna need some help. Definitely gonna need some help. Derek: Isaac! Scott: Stiles, look at me. Drink the water. Stiles, drink it. Something's happening, and I need you to sober up right now. Come on, Stiles. Danielle: What do you think you are doing? You want to sober him up fast, that's not the way to do it. Scott: You can do better? Danielle: I can do best, boy. Whoo! How do you feel? Stiles: Like I might have to revisit my policy on hitting a girl. Danielle: He's sober. Chris: Wait. Victoria: I can feel it. It's happening. You know what to do. You know what to tell people. Tell them I had a history of depression. Promise me. Chris: I will. I will, even though I've never seen you depressed once in 20 years. Victoria: Allison needs to say it too. Chris: But I won't let her believe it. Victoria: She'll hear things. People will say I was weak. They'll say I took the easy way out. Chris: And I'll tell her it was the hardest thing you ever did. Victoria: And they'll ask, how could I do this to my family? Chris: She'll know you did it for us. Victoria: I can't do this myself. Chris. Help me. Victoria: Now. Derek: Think you'll be okay now. Looks like you found an anchor. Isaac: My father. Derek: Your father locked you in a freezer in the basement to punish you. Isaac: He didn't use to. Allison: No. No. No, dad. No, dad! If this is some kind of sick training session you had - you better tell me! You better tell me! Chris: No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Allison: You - Chris: I'm sorry. Allison: What happened? What hap - Chris: Oh, sweetie, shh. Allison: What - Chris: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Stiles: Hey, I can't find her. And, dude, anyone who drank that crap, they're freaking out. Scott: I can see that. Stiles: What the hell do we do? Scott: I don't know, but we gotta - Matt: I can't swim! No, no, no, no, stop, guys! I can't swim! I can't swim! I can't - I can't - Matt: What are you looking at? Kid: The cops are here. Party's over! Derek: Lydia. Lydia. Lydia, stop. You don't know what you're doing. Peter: I heard there was a party. Don't worry, I invited myself.

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2x10 Fury Matt: I'm starting to feel weird about this. This doesn't have anything to do with Allison, does it? Jackson: You have a little thing for Allison, Matt? A little - a little crush? Matt: No. Jackson: You think I'm gonna waste my time by doing something as - as unbelievably ordinary as making a sex tape? Matt: Then what are you doing? Jackson: Documenting history. You'll get it back tomorrow. Matt: Son of a bitch. I knew you were lying. What the hell? Sheriff: So this kid's the real k*ller? Stiles: Yeah. Sheriff: No. Stiles: Yes! Sheriff: No. Stiles: Dad, come on. Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a m*rder, okay? So all he had to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common. Sheriff: Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter Kara wasn't in Harris's class. Stiles: All right, okay, you're right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him? Sheriff: No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything. Stiles: H - Sheriff: Scott, do you believe this? Stiles: Oh. Scott: It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us. We know it's Matt. Stiles: Yeah, he took Harris's car, okay? Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the m*rder, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris's class, that they'd arrest him. Sheriff: All right, fine. I'll allow the remote possibility, but give me a motive. I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and its coach d*ad? Stiles: Isn't it obvious? Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years. Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris? Sheriff: What do you want me to do? Scott: We need to look at the evidence. Sheriff: Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work. Stiles: Trust me, they'll let you in. Sheriff: Trust you? Stiles: Trust - trust Scott? Sheriff: Scott I trust. Deputy: It's 2:00 in the morning. Sheriff: Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important. Stiles: We look at the hospital stuff first, okay? Scott: Why? Stiles: Because all the m*rder were committed by Jackson, except for one, you remember? Scott: The pregnant girl, Jessica. Stiles: Yeah. Since Matt had to k*ll her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him. Sheriff: Thank you. Boys. Sheriff: I don't know, guys. I mean, look at this. There was a six - car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed. Stiles: All right, just keep going. Look, he had to have passed one of the cameras on that floor to get to Jessica, okay? He's gotta be on the footage somewhere. Scott: Oh, hold on, stop! Did you see that? Scroll back. Stiles: That's him! That's Matt! Sheriff: All I see is the back of someone's head. Stiles: Matt's head, yeah. I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird. Sheriff: Are you crazy? Stiles: All right, fine, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets? Sheriff: Millions, literally. Scott: Okay, can we scroll forward? There's gotta be a sh*t of him coming at one of the cameras. Stiles: Right there! Stop, stop! See, there he is again. Sheriff: You mean there's the back of his head again. Stiles: Okay, but look. He's talking to someone. Scott: He's talking to my mom. Melissa: Scott, you know how many people I deal with in a day? Scott: This one's 16 he's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager. Stiles: Yeah, he looks evil. Melissa: Scott, I already talked to the police about this. Scott: Okay, mom, I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you. Did you get it? Melissa: Yeah. Scott: Do you recognize him? Do you remember him? Melissa: Yeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall. Scott, what's going on? Scott: It's - it's nothing, mom. I'll explain later. I gotta go. Sheriff: We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site. Stiles: And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three m*rder. The trailer, the hospital, and the rave. Sheriff: Actually, four. A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was k*lled. Stiles: When? Sheriff: A couple hours before you got there. Stiles: All right, dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four? Sheriff: Four's enough for a warrant. Scott, call your mom back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant. Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here. Stiles: On it. Stiles: Hello? Deaton: Derek - Can you hear me? Derek - Can you hear me? I need you to answer me, Derek. Derek! We don't have much time. Derek: That sound - What was it? Deaton: You're gonna be weak for several hours. Derek: It actually happened. Deaton: Don't worry. You're still an Alpha. But, as usual, not a particularly competent one. Derek: Where is he? Deaton: I wish I could tell you. Derek: Then how about you tell me what you're doing here, and why you're helping me. Deaton: Helping your family actually used to be a pretty important part of my life. Helping you was a promise I made to your mother. Derek: You're the one my sister talked about. She said you're a - kind of advisor? Deaton: She was right. And I have some advice that you need to listen to very closely right now. What Peter managed to do doesn't come without a price. He'll be physically weak, so he'll rely on the strength of his intelligence, his cunning. He's gonna come at you, Derek. He'll try to twist his way inside your head, preying on your insecurities. He'll tell you that he's the only way you can stop Gerard. Do not trust him. Derek: I don't trust anyone. Deaton: I know. If you did, you might be the Alpha you like to think you are. And unfortunately, the one person you should trust doesn't trust you at all. Derek: Scott. Deaton: He's with Stilinski right now. You need to find him, you need to find him as fast as you can. I've known Gerard for a long time. He always has a plan. Something tells me - it's going exactly the way he wants it to. Scott: She's on her way here. Sheriff? Sheriff: Matt? It's Matt, right? Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a g*n. Matt: You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are. Sheriff: I know you don't wanna hurt people. Matt: Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You three weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing. That - that could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone. Now! Sheriff: Come on. Matt: Tighter. Sheriff: Do what he says, Stiles. Scott: What, are you gonna k*ll everyone in here? Matt: No, that's what Jackson's for. I just think about k*lling them, and he does it. Gerard: Sweetheart. Allison: I don't wanna talk. Gerard: I understand. I'm not sure if there's anything I can say. I won't pretend to know what you're going through. Allison: Then leave. Gerard: Of course. I just wanted to give you something from your mother. Partly because I couldn't help noticing that things have been kind of difficult between you two. But it can wait. Allison: What? What is it? Gerard: No, really, sweetheart, it can wait. You get some rest. Allison: What is it? Gerard: As you know, your mother wrote a su1c1de note to explain away our difficult situation to the police. She wrote this note to explain it to you. If I give this to you, you have to destroy it immediately. You burn it. You promise? Allison: Yes. Gerard: I want you to know she asked me to read it. I told her I shouldn't, that it was private between the two of you. But she wanted my thoughts. As I said before, I don't know what you're going through. I wasn't close to my own mother. But reading this made me sorry I hadn't tried to be. Because if this were my mother, if these words were written for me, I don't know how I could sit still until someone paid for her death. Any pity I'd have for Derek and his pack would be b*rned out by a white - hot desire for retribution, or a kind of blood and destruction that would have Derek and his wolves howling not for mercy, but for their own sweet deaths. Stiles: Deleted. And we're done. All right, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally m*rder deserved it because they k*lled you first - whatever that means - I think we're good here, right? So I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the kanima. Matt: Sounds like your mom's here, McCall. Scott: Matt, don't do this. When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt. Matt: If you don't move - now, I'm gonna k*ll Stiles first, and then your mom. Matt: Open it. Scott: Please. Matt: Open the door. Scott: Oh, thank God. Derek: This is the one controlling him? This kid? Matt: Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh, yeah, that's - that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas. It's like a frickin' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into? Stiles: Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal. Scott: Hey! Stiles: You bitch. Derek: Get him off of me. Matt: Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must kinda suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless. Derek: Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am. Stiles: Yeah, bitch. Matt: Is that her? Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her. Stiles: Scott, don't trust him! Matt: This work better for ya? Scott: Okay, just stop! Stop! Matt: Then do what I tell you to. Scott: Okay. All right. Stop! Matt: You, take 'em in there. You - with me. Scott: Mom? Melissa: You scared me, where is every - Scott: Mom, just do what he says. He promised he wouldn't hurt you. Matt: He's right. Sheriff: Scott! Stiles! What happened? Matt: But I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you. Melissa: Wait, baby - Matt: Back, back! Scott: Mom, mom, stop, mom! Matt: I said get back! Melissa: Scott. Scott: Mom, do it. Please, mom. Matt: Get up, McCall. Sheriff: Matt? Matt, listen to me - Matt: Shut - shut - shut up! Everybody shut the hell up! Now, get up, or I sh**t her next! Melissa: Please, he needs to see a doctor. Matt: You think so? Sheriff: Hey, hey, you listen to me! Scott: It's all right. I'm okay. Melissa: No, honey, you're not okay. Scott: It doesn't hurt, mom. Melissa: 'Cause that's the adrenaline, okay? Please, let me - let me just take a look at him, okay? I mean, I can help stop the bleeding. Matt: They have no idea, do they? Melissa: Please. Let me just take a quick look. I - Matt: Shut - shut - shut - shut up! Lady, if you keep talking, I'm gonna put the next b*llet through his head. Melissa: Okay. Okay. Matt: Back to the front, McCall. Scott: After you. Scott: The evidence is gone. Why don't you just go? Matt: You - you think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, I - I want the book. Scott: What - what book? Matt: The bestiary. Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing. Scott: I don't have it. It's Gerard's. What do you want it for, anyway? Matt: I need answers. Scott: Answers to what? Matt: To this. Chris: He wants the bestiary. Allison: That's not from Scott. He wouldn't have texted me. And he definitely wouldn't have mentioned Derek. Gerard: The sheriff's station? Chris: If Derek's really there, I doubt it's willingly. Allison: You think Jackson's there, too? Chris: Maybe. Maybe him and the one controlling him. Gerard: How many do they keep on in a night shift? Chris: Since budget cuts, maybe four at the most. My guess would be they're either d*ad or paralyzed by now. Gerard: This might just be the confluence of events we've been hoping for. Chris: Confluence or conflagration? Gerard: I'm open to both. Allison: What do we do now? Gerard: Maybe you should tell us. That authority falls to you now. Chris: Not at her age. Gerard: She's almost 18. She knows there's a difference between revenge and retribution. Don't you, Allison? Make the decision from a vantage point of strategy over emotion, and we'll follow your lead. Allison: I want Derek d*ad. Chris: What about Scott? Allison: Scott's not the one who forced my mother to k*ll herself. Chris: He's not exactly an innocent bystander either. You can't pick and choose - Allison: But I can prioritize. And the priority right now is Derek. Chris: What about the others? Derek's pack? Allison: If they try and protect him, then we k*ll them. All of them. Stiles: Hey. You know what's happening to Matt? Derek: I know, the book's not gonna help him. You can't just break the rules, not like this. Stiles: What do you mean? Derek: Universe balances things out. Always does. Stiles: Is it because he's using Jackson to k*ll people who don't deserve it? Derek: And k*lling people himself. Stiles: So if Matt breaks the rules of the kanima, he becomes the kanima? Derek: Balance. Stiles: Will he believe us if we tell him that? Derek: Not likely. Stiles: Okay, he's gonna k*ll all of us when he gets that book, isn't he? Derek: Yep. Stiles: All right, so what do we do? Do we just - do we just sit here and wait to die? Derek: Unless I can figure out a way to push the toxin out of my body faster. Like triggering the healing process. Stiles: Wha - oh, what are you doing? Aw, gross. Matt: There. You know, I - I feel sorry for you, McCall, 'cause right now, you're thinkin', "how am I gonna explain this when it heals?" And the sad part is, you don't even realize how incredible it is that you actually are healing. 'Cause you know what happens to everyone else when they get sh*t? They die. Scott: Is that what happened to you? You drowned, didn't you? Matt: He shouldn't have let them drink. Scott: What - who - Matt, what do you mean? Matt: Lahey! He shouldn't have let them drink. Scott: What, who was drinking? Matt: The swim team, you idiot! I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know they had just won state, and Lahey, he's letting his favorites come over to have a couple drinks to celebrate. Who cares if they're 17, right? Scott: Were you at Isaac's? Matt: He had this first edition Spider - man, or was it Batman? And we were gonna make a trade. But then I'm over there and I hear music. And everyone's having a good time, and I see Sean. He throws Jessica in the pool. And then - and then Bennett goes in and - Scott: Bennett? What - the hunter? Matt: And then Camden. Isaac's jarhead brother, he grabs me. He thinks it's funny. Scott: They threw you in. Matt: I - I yelled that I can't swim, but nobody listens. I go under and I swallow water, and no one cares. And I see these bodies underwater. I - I see Jessica's got her hands down Sean's board shorts. Tucker's grabbing Kara. And I'm drowning. I'm dying, and they're laughing. All of a sudden, I was just - I'm lying by the pool. And Lahey is right there, right above me, and he says - Mr. Lahey: You tell no one! Matt: He says, "you tell no one!" Mr. Lahey: This, this is your fault! Matt: "This, this is your fault!" Mr. Lahey: You don't know how to swim? Matt: "What little bastard doesn't know how to swim?" Mr. Lahey: You say nothing! You tell no one! No one! Matt: And I didn't. I didn't tell anyone. And I would see them at school, and they wouldn't even look at me. I'd wake up in the middle of the night. I'd gasp for breath. And my parents, they thought I was an asthmatic. They - they - they - they even gave me an inhaler. They didn't know that every time I closed my eyes, I - I was drowning. You know about that little white light that they talk about, you see when you die? Well, I didn't see anything. Just darkness. Everything was dark. But then - then came the Argent's funeral, and everything changed. Matt: I was taking some photos, and then, purely by accident, Lahey gets in one of the photos. I look down at the screen on my camera, and I just had this unbelievable rage that fills up inside of me, and I just - I look at him, and I - I wanna see him d*ad. And the next day, he actually was. You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology. Like - like the furies coming down to punish Orestes. You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you? Scott: Was - was he the guy who s*ab out his eyes? Matt: God, that's Oedipus, you dumbass! The furies are deities of vengeance. Their tears ran of blood, and they had snakes for hair. If there was a crime that had gone unpunished, the furies would do the punishing. Jackson is my fury. You know, when I saw him the next night, it was like this bond had been cemented between the two of us. I knew he had k*lled Lahey for me, and I knew he would do it again. So I went to Tucker's garage. I even paid for an oil change. And guess what. He didn't even recognize me. So when he wasn't looking, I took a sh*t of him from my camera. And in a few hours, he was d*ad. Mechanic: Help, I'm - Matt: So I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture - And Jackson would take their life. Stiles: So is that hypothetical situation we talked about getting any less hypothetical? Derek: I think so. I can move my toes. Stiles: Dude, I can move my toes. Matt: What is this? What is this? What's happening? What's going on? Scott: I don't know. Gerard: Shakespeare wrote that love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Let's give them some love. Derek: Take him! Go! Scott: Don't move. You know what I mean. Scott: Oh, sh - Allison. Allison: Where's Derek? Scott: What are you doing? Allison: If you're not going to tell me, then get out of my way. Scott: Allison. Allison: Where is he? Scott: What happened? Allison: Scott - Scott, you need to stay away from me right now. I need to go. Just stay out of my way. Matt: You should've given me a chance. 'Cause remember how I said I'm not the kind of guy who would say something like, "well, if I can't have her, no one can." It's not totally true because, Allison, if I can't have you, no one can! Sheriff: Ah, God - Melissa: Come on, come on, come on. Come on, come on, come on! Melissa: Matt? Matt, please, listen to me. My son has been sh*t, and I've heard other g*n, and I don't know what's happening, but can you please just let me see my son? Matt: How totally clueless are you people? Melissa: Oh, God, Scott? Scott, you okay? Scott? No! Scott: What are you doing here? It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Gerard: Trust me, I'm aware of that. Scott: I've done everything that you've asked of me. I'm part of Derek's pack, I've given you all the information that you wanted, I told you Matt was controlling Jackson - Gerard: Then leave him to us. Help your friends. Leave Matt and Jackson to me. Deal with your mother. Go! Scott: You dropped this. Gerard: Go! Gerard: No longer afraid of the water? Well, you don't have to be afraid of anything, my friend. Especially me.

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2x11 b*ttlefield Stiles: You know when you're drowning, you don't actually inhale until right before you black out. It's called voluntary apnea. It's like no matter how much you're freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you won't open your mouth until you feel like your head's exploding. But then when you finally do let it in, that's when it stops hurting. It's not scary anymore. It's - it's actually kind of peaceful. Ms. Morrell: Are you saying you hope Matt felt some peace in his last moments? Stiles: I don't feel sorry for him. Ms. Morrell: Can you feel sorry for the nine - year - old Matt who drowned? Stiles: Just because a bunch of dumbasses dragged him into a pool when he couldn't swim doesn't really give him the right to go off k*lling them one by one. And by the way, my dad told me that they found a bunch of pictures of Allison on Matt's computer. And not just of her though. I mean, he photoshopped himself into these pictures. Stuff like them holding hands and kissing. You know, like he had built this whole fake relationship. So yeah, maybe drowning when he was nine years old was what sent him off the rails, but the dude was definitely riding the crazy train. Ms. Morrell: One positive thing came out of this, though. Right? Stiles: Yeah. Yeah, but I still feel like there's something wrong between us. I don't know. It's just like tension when we talk. Same thing with Scott. Ms. Morrell: Have you talked to him since that night? Stiles: No, not really. I mean, he's got his own problems to deal with though. Scott: Mom. Mom, we're gonna have to talk about this eventually. Okay. I'm going. I love you. Stiles: I don't think he's talked to Allison either. But that might be more her choice, you know. Her mom dying h*t her pretty hard. But I guess it brought her and her dad closer. Jackson? Jackson hasn't really been himself lately. Actually the funny thing is, as of right now, Lydia is the one who seems the most normal. Ms. Morrell: And what about you, Stiles? Feeling some anxiety about that championship game tomorrow night? Stiles: Why would you ask me that? Ah. Uh, no. I - I never actually play. But hey, since one of my teammates is d*ad and another one's missing, who knows, right? Ms. Morrell: You mean, Isaac. One of the three runaways. You haven't heard from any of them, have you? Stiles: How come you're not taking any notes on this? Ms. Morrell: I do my notes after the session. Stiles: Your memory's that good? Ms. Morrell: How about we get back to you? Stiles? Stiles: I'm fine. Yeah, aside from the not sleeping, the jumpiness, the constant, overwhelming, crushing fear that something terrible's about to happen. Ms. Morrell: It's called hyper - vigilance, the persistent feeling of being under thr*at. Stiles: But it's not just a feeling, though. It's - it's like it's a panic att*ck. You know, like I can't even breathe. Ms. Morrell: Like you're drowning? Stiles: Yeah. Ms. Morrell: So if you're drowning, and you're trying to keep your mouth closed until that very last moment, what if you choose to not open your mouth? To not let the water in? Stiles: You do anyway. It's a reflex. Ms. Morrell: But if you hold off until that reflex kicks in, you have more time, right? Stiles: Not much time. Ms. Morrell: But more time to fight your way to the surface? Stiles: I guess. Ms. Morrell: More time to be rescued? Stiles: More time to be in agonizing pain. I mean, did you forget about the part where you feel like your head's exploding? Ms. Morrell: If it's about survival, isn't a little agony worth it? Stiles: But what if it just gets worse? What if it's agony now and then - and it's just hell later on? Ms. Morrell: Then think about something Winston Churchill once said - "If you're going through hell, keep going." Gerard: As you can see, Scott, there's been some interesting developments lately. I think we should catch up. Gerard: Come on, Scott, let's be realistic about who's got the upper hand here. Scott: Let her go. Gerard: Can't do that. But let her live? That's up to you. Scott: What do you want? Gerard: I want to talk. You haven't been answering your phone. Scott: Let her go, and we can talk about whatever you want. Gerard: I want the same thing that I have always wanted. I want Derek and his pack. Scott: You have them all in hiding. How am I supposed to know where they are? Gerard: I think with the proper motivation, you could draw them out. And if you hadn't noticed, I now have a fairly impressive means by which I can motivate people. Why do you think I'm able to control him? Oh, you know the myth, Scott. The kanima is a w*apon of vengeance. Scott: This is about Kate? Gerard: I didn't just come here to bury my daughter. I came to avenge her. Scott: Are you okay? Melissa: Oh, I don't know what's happening. I don't know what that thing was or even what you are, but whatever he wants, just give it to him. Scott: Mom, it's not that easy. Melissa: Do what he wants. Just give him what he wants. Scott: I don't know if I can. Erica: Derek told us to be back before sunup. Boyd: I thought I heard something. Erica: Look, if we're gonna do that whole "I thought I heard something" thing, then we shouldn't be stopping. We should be running. Boyd: No, listen. Erica: Coyote? Wolf? Boyd: No, it can't be. There are no wolves in California. Erica: No, but there are werewolves. Boyd: That didn't sound like Derek. Erica: Maybe it was - Derek: You decided. When? Erica: Tonight. Boyd: Everyone's gonna be at the game. We figured it was the best time. Erica: It's not like we want to. Derek: What do you want? Erica: Since I just turned 16 a month ago, I wouldn't mind getting my license. I can't do that if I'm d*ad, you know. Derek: Well, I told you there was a price. Boyd: Yeah, but you didn't say it would be like this. Derek: Yeah, but I told you how to survive. You do it as a pack. And you're not a pack without an Alpha. Boyd: We know. Derek: You wanna look for another pack? How are you even gonna find one? Boyd: We think we already did. Deaton: Would you mind seeing who that is? It's okay, Isaac. We're open. Erica: Like all of a sudden we heard all this howling. It was unbelievable. Boyd: There must have been a dozen of them. Erica: Maybe more. Derek: Yeah, or maybe only two. You know what the Beau Geste effect is? If they modulate their howls with a rapid shift in tone, 2 wolves can sound like 20. Erica: Look that doesn't matter, okay? There's another pack out there. There's got to be. We've made up our minds. Boyd: Yeah, we lost, Derek. And it's over. We're leaving. Derek: No. No, you're running. And once you start, you don't stop. You'll always be running. Peter: I expected a slightly warmer welcome. But point taken. Isaac: Why does it smell like that? What? Deaton: Scott said almost the same thing to me a few months ago. One day he could somehow tell the difference between which animals were getting better and which were not. Isaac: He's not getting better, is he? Like cancer. Deaton: Osteosarcoma. It has a very distinct scent, doesn't it? Come here. I know you're well aware of what your new abilities can do for you. Improved strength, speed, and healing. You ever wonder what it could do for others? Give me your hand. Go on. Isaac: What did I do? Scott: You took some of his pain away. Deaton: Only a little bit. But sometimes a little can make quite a difference. Scott: It's okay. First time he showed me, I cried too. Peter: It's quite a situation you've got yourself in here, Derek. I mean, I'm out of commission for a few weeks and suddenly there's lizard people, geriatric psychopaths, and you're cooking up werewolves out of every self - esteem - deprived adolescent in town. Derek: What do you want? Peter: Well, I want to help. You're my nephew. The only relative that I have left. You know, there's still a lot that I can teach you. Can we just talk? Derek: Sure. Let's talk. Isaac: They're leaving tonight, during the game. Scott: So, why are you telling me? Isaac: I'm not telling you. I'm asking you. I'm asking for your advice. Scott: From me? Why? Isaac: Because I trust you. Scott: Why? Isaac: Because you always seem to want to do the right thing. Scott: I usually have no idea what I'm doing. Actually I always have no idea what I'm doing. Isaac: Hmm. Do you want to let me know what you're doing right now? Scott: I'm not going anywhere if that's what you mean. I have too many people here who need me. Isaac: Well, I guess that makes me lucky 'cause uh - 'cause I don't have anyone, so. Scott: Are you gonna go with them? Isaac: Yeah. Yeah, I think I will. Good luck with the game though. Scott: Well, thanks, but I'm not - I'm not going either. Can't even think about playing some meaningless game right now. Isaac: You weren't at practice last week, were you? Scott: No, I skipped it. Why? Isaac: Then you didn't hear? Scott: Hear what? Isaac: Jackson was there. Scott: What do you mean "there"? Like, he was - Isaac: As if nothing had happened. Scott: Really? That means - the game tonight? Isaac: Yeah. He's playing. Danny: You okay, dude? Jackson: I'm perfect. Danny: Well, we all know that, but are you okay? You didn't answer my texts all week. I'm getting worried about you. Jackson. Jackson! Player: Wow, good to go. Jackson: Stay in the goal tonight, Danny. Do not come out. And if you see me coming towards you, run the other way as fast as you can. Coach: "Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will be joining others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind." Melissa: What? Coach: "Mankind - that word should have new meaning for all of us today." Melissa: What the hell is he talking about? Stiles: He does this every year. Melissa: Seriously? Stiles: Yeah. Coach: "We are fighting for our right to live." Players: Yeah! Melissa: Wait, is this? Stiles: Yeah, it's the speech from Independence Day. Coach: "But as the day the world declared in one voice - " Stiles: It's Coach's favorite movie. Coach: "We will not go quietly into the night!" Melissa: He doesn't know any sports speeches? Stiles: I don't think he cares. Coach: "Today we celebrate our Independence Day!" Players: Yeah! Gerard: Well spoken, coach. I might have chosen something with a little more historical value, but there's no denying your passion. And while I haven't been here long, there's no denying my pride in having a winning team for this school. I know you'll all be brilliant tonight, even with only one co - captain leading you. Now, I'm your principal, but I'm also a fan. So don't think I'll be content to watch you merely b*at this team. Get out there and m*rder them. Coach: You heard the man. Asses on the field! Players: Yeah! Scott: Coach, are you benching me? Coach: It's not my decision. Scott: But I have to play. Coach: McCall, you're failing three classes. Academics come first. Scott: Coach, you don't get it. You have to let me play. Coach: McCall, no. Not tonight. Tonight, you're on the bench. Peter: You don't actu - actually think that I want to be the Alpha again, do you? That wasn't my finest performance, considering it ended in my death. I mean, I'm usually more - okay, go ahead! Come on, do it. h*t me, h*t me. I can see that it's cathartic for you. You're letting go of all the anger, self - loathing, and hatred that comes with total and complete failure. I may be the one taking the beating, Derek, but you've already been beaten. So, go ahead. h*t me if it will make you feel better. After all, I did say that I wanted to help. Derek: You can't help me. Scott: Your dad coming? Stiles: Yeah, he's already here. Scott: You seen Allison? Stiles: No, you seen Lydia? Scott: Not yet. Stiles: You know what's going on? Scott: Not yet. Stiles: It's going to be bad, isn't it? I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, k*lling, maiming kind of bad? Scott: Looks like it. Stiles: Scott, the other night seeing my dad get h*t over the head by Matt, you know, while I'm just lying there and I can't even move, it just - I want to help, you know, but I can't do the things that you can do. I can't - Scott: It's okay. Stiles: We're losing, dude. Coach: The hell are you talking about? Game hasn't even started. Now put on your helmet and get out there. You're in for Greenberg. Stiles: What? What happened to Greenberg? Coach: What happened to Greenberg? He sucks. You suck slightly less. Stiles: I'm playing? On the field? With the team? Coach: Yes, unless you'd rather play with yourself. Stiles: I already did that today, twice. Coach: Get the hell out there! Stiles: Ah. Sheriff: Oh, no. Why is my son running out to the field? Melissa: Because he's on the team? Sheriff: He is. Melissa: Mm - hmm. Sheriff: He's on the team. He's - he's on the field. My son is on the field! Stiles: Oh, dear God. Gerard: Scott, can you hear me? Ah, you can. Good. Then listen closely because the game is about to get interesting. Chris: Play it again. Gerard: Let's put a real clock on this game, Scott. I'll give you until the last 30 seconds. When that scoreboard clock begins counting down from 30, if you haven't given me Derek, then Jackson is gonna k*ll someone. So tell me, Scott, who's gonna die tonight? Should it be your mother, who so bravely came out to support you? Or the sheriff, your best friend's father? Or how about the pretty little redhead who managed to survive the bite of an Alpha? Or maybe one of these innocent teenagers with their whole life ahead of them? Stiles: Oh, God. Gerard: Or should I do everyone a favor and k*ll that ridiculous coach? It's up to you, Scott. But you are going to help me take Derek down. Because if you don't - I'll have Jackson rip someone's head off right in the middle of the field and drench everyone you love and care about in blood. Peter: See? Prime example right here. I'm not healing as fast. Coming back from the d*ad isn't easy, you know. I'm not as strong as I used to be. I need a pack. An Alpha like you. I need you as much as you need me. Derek: Why would I want help from a total psycho? Peter: First of all, I'm not a total psycho. And by the way, you're the one that slashed my throat wide open. But we're all works in progress, right? So, we need each other. Sometimes when you need help, you turn to people you'd never expect. Melissa: He's probably just warming up. Stiles: Ooh, I got it, I got it, I got it. I got it, I got it. Lydia: Oh, he's just a little nervous. Plenty of time to turn it around. Stiles: Ow. Coach: Sit down, McCall. Scott: But, coach, we're dying out there. Coach: Oh, I'm aware of that. Now sit. Scott: You came to help. Isaac: I came to win. Erica: Come on! Run! Boyd: Run! Run! Erica: Come on! Chris: Allison, wait. Erica: No! No, no, run. Go. Go! Isaac: You got a plan yet? Scott: No, right now it's pretty much just keep Jackson from k*lling anyone. Isaac: Well, that might be easier if you're actually in the game. We have to make it so coach has no choice but to play you. Scott: How do we do that? He's got a bench full of guys he can use before he ever puts me on the field. Can you do it without putting anyone in the hospital? Isaac: I can try. Coach: Lahey! Ramirez! You're in. Murphy. You're in. Lahey! Seriously, what the hell is your problem? Erica: Stop. Isaac: It's not broken. But I can't move it. I think Jackson nicked me 'cause I can feel it spreading. Gerard: You want to play chess, Scott? Then you better be willing to sacrifice your own pawns. EMT: One, two, three. Coach: McCall. Either you're in or we forfeit. Melissa: Hey, something's happening, isn't it? Something more than a lacrosse game? Scott: You should go. Melissa: Oh, I'm not going anywhere. And everything that I said before, forget it. All of it. Okay? If you can do something to help, then you do it. You have to. Scott: I will. Erica: Stop! Please, Allison, stop. Gerard: Don't you know what you're really bargaining for, Scott? Haven't you guessed what the real offer on the table is? It's Allison. It's always been Allison. You give me Derek, and I'll let you have Allison. Allison: You owe me a new bow. Chris: You owe me an explanation. Allison: For what? I caught them. Me. Chris: "Caught" came very close to k*ll. And that's not the way we do this. Allison: Maybe it's not the way you do it. I think my way worked out pretty well. Chris: Allison - Allison: Hey, grandpa, it's me. We got our two runaways. Call us back. What? Chris: It's just the first time I've heard you call him that. Gerard: It was a good effort, Isaac. It was. This would be so much more poetic if it were halftime. Peter: You tried to build your pack. You tried to prepare for the worst. You weren't ready. Because of it, Gerard is winning. He's taking his time. He's toying with Scott. He's going after your wolves, one by one. He's relishing in his victory. Derek: How about you tell me something I don't know? Peter: Oh, I'm going to. And it's gonna prove why you should trust me. Why you need to trust me. Because I'm going to tell you how to stop Jackson. Derek: What do you mean? Know how to k*ll him? Peter: Actually, how to save him. Coach: McCall! Where's McCall? Stiles: Oh, oh, oh. Ah! Sheriff: Oh, crap. Coach: Stilinski! sh**t it. sh**t the ball! sh**t it, you idiot! Lydia: sh**t it! Stiles: I scored a goal? I scored a goal! I scored a goal! Scott: Where is he? Sheriff: Yeah! Peter: There's a myth that you can cure a werewolf simply by calling out its Christian name. Derek: It's just a myth. Peter: Sometimes myths and legends bear a hint of truth. Our name is a symbol of who we are. The kanima has no identity. That's why it doesn't seek a pack. Derek: It seeks a master. Peter: And who else grows up with no pack? No identity? Derek: An orphan. Peter: Like Jackson. And right now, his identity is disappearing beneath a reptilian skin and you need to bring him back. Derek: How? Peter: Through his heart. How else? Derek: You know, in case you hadn't noticed, Jackson doesn't really have too much of a heart to begin with. Peter: Not true. He'd never admit it, but there is one person. One young lady with whom Jackson shared a real bond. One person who can reach him. Who can save him. Derek: Lydia. Peter: Your best ally has always been anger, Derek, but what you lack most is a heart. That's why you've always known that you need Scott more than anyone. And even somebody as b*rned and d*ad on the inside as me knows better than to underestimate the simple yet undeniable power of human love. Coach: We did it. We won! Lydia: Yes. Stiles: Yeah! Scott: Nothing happened. Nothing. Melissa: Scott! Scott, where are you? Scott! Scott: Mom, mom, mom, mom. Are you okay? Melissa: Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine. But somebody is hurt. Somebody is down on the field. Coach: Get out of the way. Move. Back off! Move. Lydia: Jackson? What's happened to Jackson? Jackson! Jackson! Jackson, what's happening? Coach: Can we get a medic over here? We're gonna need a medic! Melissa: He's not breathing. No pulse. Coach: Nothing? Melissa: Nothing. Coach: Oh - Lydia: Oh, my God. There's blood. There's blood. Scott: Look. Isaac: He did it to himself. Melissa: Get down here. Get down here and hold his head. Tilt it up. Sheriff: Stiles. Where's Stiles? Where - where's my son? Where's Stiles? Where's Stiles? Where's Stiles? Where the hell is my son?

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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 thr*at 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 f*re, 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 d*ad. Derek: What? Scott: Yeah, Jackson's d*ad. It just happened on the field. Isaac: Okay, why is no one taking this as good news? Peter: Because if Jackson is d*ad, 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 d*ad. 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 h*t, 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 d*ad. 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 thr*at 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!

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "02x12 - Masterplan"}

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Previously on Teen Wolf. Scott: You can't just go around turning people into werewolves. Derek: I can if they're willing. Allison: Scott, I'm trying to break up with you. Scott: It's okay, because I know we're gonna be together. Derek: It's their symbol, and it means they're coming. Isaac: Who? Peter: An Alpha pack. And they're not coming. They're already here. Braeden: Quiet. Stay with me. We're almost there. Isaac: My neck. Braeden: From their claws. It's how they share memories. Isaac: But I don't remember anything. Braeden: Also how they steal them. Listen to me, no matter what happens you hold on, okay? You hold on tight. Isaac: I hear something. Someone's coming. Faster! Two of them. No! Braeden: Remember what I said before? Isaac: Hold on? Braeden: Hold on! Isaac: Whoa! Braeden: Isaac? Stay with me! Isaac! Isaac! Get down! I thought I told you to hold on. Tattooist: Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture. Stiles:Hey, Scott, sure you don't want something like this? Too soon? Yeah. Stiles: I don't know, man, are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know? Scott: I'm not changing my mind. Stiles: Okay, but why two bands? Scott: I just like it. Stiles: But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something? Scott: Getting a tattoo means something. Stiles: I don't think that's... Tattooist: he's right, tattooing goes back thousands of years. The tahitian word "tatua" means "to leave a mark." Like a rite of passage. Scott: Yeah, you see? He gets it. Stiles: He's covered in tattoos, Scott, literally. Tattooist: Okay, you ready? You ain't got any problems with needles, do you? Scott: Nope. Stiles: I tend to get a little squeamish though, so... Scott: Oh, man. Stiles: You okay? Scott: Kinda burns. Stiles: Yes, you just had your skin s*ab about 100,000 times with a needle. Scott: Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this. Stiles: Oh, God. Scott: No, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this. Oh, I gotta take this thing off. Stiles: No, no, no, no, Scott. Oh, Scott, please stop. Whoa, whoa. Scott: Oh, no, what? No, no, come on. It healed. Stiles: Ah, thank God. I hated it. Sorry. Lydia: It is not a double date. It is a group thing. Allison: Do they know it's a group thing? 'Cause I told you that I'm not ready to get back out there. Lydia: You were in France and didn't do any dating for four months? Allison: Did you? I mean, after... Lydia: Do not say his name. Allison: Is he okay? I mean, did everything work out? Lydia: Well, the doctors looked like total idiots when he turned up alive, but everyone got over it. And yes, Derek taught him the werewolf 101, like how not to randomly k*ll people during a full moon. Allison: So then you've talked to him? Lydia: Uh, not since he left for London. Allison: You mean since he dad moved him to London. Lydia: Whatever, he left. And seriously, an American werewolf in London? Like, that's not gonna be a disaster. Allison: So you're totally over him? Lydia: Would I be going on a double date if I wasn't? Yes, it is a double date. It's not an orgy. You'll live. Scott: Nah, we agreed to give each other the summer... no texts, no calls. Stiles: So then how do you know she won't be back at school then? Scott: After everything that happened, I'm not sure she's coming back at all. Stiles: I think she is. I'd say pretty definite, you know. Like one hundred percent. Scott: Oh, my God. Oh... Allison: oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I can't see him, not now. Scott: Can we just drive please, Stiles? Stiles: Scott, it's a red light. Allison: Lydia go! Just go! Lydia: But the light. Stiles: I think we should talk to her, I just think we should say something. Scott: No. No, no, Stiles, come on. Oh, my God, dude, no. Stiles: Hey! You know, they probably didn't see us. Lydia: You all right? Scott: What are you doing? Stiles: I'm driving. Scott: We're right behind them. Stiles: Okay, well, do you see any turns? Scott: I don't want it to look like we're following them. Stiles: Well, what do you want me to do? Scott: I don't know, anything. Allison: Lydia, stop. We need to go back and talk to them. Allison: They stopped too. Why would they stop? Lydia: It's Stiles and Scott. Do you really wanna try applying logic to those two? Allison: Maybe we should go back. Scott: Are you okay? Lydia: It came out of nowhere. Stiles: Are you hurt? Lydia: It ran right into us. Scott: Are you okay? Allison: I'm okay. Lydia: Well, I'm not okay. I am totally freaking out. How the hell does it just run into us? I saw its eyes right before it h*t us.n It was like it... it was like it was crazy. Scott: No, it was scared. Actually... Terrified. Melissa: Hey, wait. Wait a minute. I know this one. What happened, Isaac? Isaac: The girl, all right, she's worse, okay? Melissa: Are you not healing? Isaac: I will. Will you just... would you just help her, please? Melissa: Okay, can you take him? Hospital Guy: We gotta move him, Melissa. Melissa: All right, take him. Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Braeden: Find him. I have to find him. Melissa: What are you saying? Braeden: I have to... I have to tell him. Melissa: Who? Braeden: The Alpha. Find the Alpha. Melissa: What do you want with Derek Hale? Braeden: No. Melissa: What? Hospital Guy: Okay, let's get her out of here. Braeden: Not Hale. McCall. Scott McCall. Scott: "Ephemeral." Lasting for a short time. "Transient. Momentary." Ephemeral. Chris: You ready? Allison: Yeah. Chris: You know, you could wait till tomorrow if you want. I know the first day can be tough. Allison: I'm all right. Chris: Yeah? Allison: Yeah. Chris: Or you could wait a week, if that would make things easier. Allison: I promised Lydia that I would drive her, since her car's wrecked. So I should... I should go. Stiles: You know how many vehicle collisions last year involved deer? 247,000. Sheriff: Oh, God, please go to school. Stiles: But that's crossing the road. This one last night came right down the middle. Sheriff: I'm not gonna beg you. Stiles: Okay, good. I'm impervious to your influence anyway. Sheriff: Would you consider a bribe? Stiles: You couldn't meet my price. Sheriff: Extortion? Stiles: You got nothing on me. Sheriff: Yeah. Stiles: Dad, what are you doing? Dad, what are you doing? Sheriff: Aah! Random Guy: Looks good on you. So you think we could go on a real date sometime? Lydia: Hm. Random Guy: Uh, can we have sex again? Lydia: Mm. Stiles: You wanna ask Derek for help? Why, why? Scott: He's got the triskele tattooed on his back. So there has to be a way to do it without healing, right? Stiles: Okay, yeah, but still, doesn't he have his hands a little full? Principal: Look, these are the applications for the career advisor. I need them sorted. And whatever happened to the library while I was gone, I want it cleared up. And what the hell is this? Stiles: Go, go, go. Lydia: Freshmen. Tons and tons of fresh men. Allison: You mean fresh boys. Lydia, they're 14. Lydia: Eh, some are more mature than others. Allison: You know, it's okay to be single. Focus on yourself for a little while, work on becoming a better person. Lydia: Allison, I love you. So if you need to do that thing where we talk about me and pretend like we're not actually talking about you, it's totally fine. But I don't want a boyfriend. I want a distraction. Allison: Brothers? Lydia: Twins. Melissa: Yeah. Yeah, that's healing, visibly. Wow. They can't see this. Nobody can see this. Isaac: All right, cover it up. Melissa: I-I don't think that's gonna matter. I mean, you're scheduled for surgery, which is obviously gonna be very confusing for a lot of people. Isaac: Okay, can you do something? Melissa: Me do something? I'm relatively new to all of this. And there's a sheriff's deputy that's stationed right outside the door. Isaac: Have you tried calling Derek? Melissa: Like, five times. Do you have any other emergency werewolf contacts? Isaac: Yeah. Call Scott. Sheriff: Believe me, sir. I understand. But you have to understand me. Excuse me. Hey, hey, Melissa. Melissa: Hey. Sheriff: C-can you help me out here? Melissa: Yeah. Sheriff: Since the amnesiac in 215 can't tell us anything, I need the girl with the modified military stun g*n in 216 to answer a few questions. Melissa: It's kind of unlikely, since she's heavily sedated. Sheriff: Ah, great. Um, well, when she, um... when she un-sedates, will you give me a call? 'Cause she's got about 10 grand worth of property damage to answer for. And I don't want her just walking out of here. Melissa: Okay. Allison: Is someone... no. Scott: No, no, no, no. No, it's all you, all yours. Uh, it's totally vacant. Stiles: "The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway", leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under Jeniffer: "an overcast sky, seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness." This is the last line to the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone. Melissa: Oh, come on, Scott, come on. Oh, pick up. Kali: Hello, Isaac. Isaac: Hi. Kali: How we feeling? Isaac: Good. Listen, I think I could probably just... what is that? Kali: Just an anesthetic. We don't want you getting in the way again. Count along with me, Isaac. One... two. Three. Jeniffer: Mr. McCall? Uh, I'm sure it's an emergency if your mother needs you to leave school, but I'm gonna give you a warning in the nicest possible way. I am well aware of your attendance record. I don't wanna see you slip back into old habits. Scott: I won't. It's gonna be different this year. Jeniffer: Resolutions are only good if you stick with them, Scott. Scott: I will. I promise it won't be ephemeral. Stiles: Hey, Lydia. What is that? Is that from the accident? Lydia: No. Prada bit me. Stiles: Your dog? Lydia: No, my designer handbag. Yes, my dog. Stiles: Has it ever bitten you before? Lydia: Mm-mm. Stiles: Okay. What if it's, like, the same thing as the deer? You know, like, how animals start acting weird right before an earthquake or something? Lydia: Meaning what? There's gonna be an earthquake? Stiles: Or something. I just... maybe it means something's coming. Something bad. Lydia: It was a deer and a dog. What's that thing you say about threes? Once, twice... Jeniffer: Get down, everyone! Get down, down. Get down! Get down! Scott: Why didn't you tell me before? Melissa: Honestly, I was hoping I didn't have to. Scott: What do you mean? Melissa: Everything that you've been doing... the extra reading, the summer school, saving up for the bike, even though it scares me half to death... honey, I just didn't wanna disrupt a good rhythm. Scott: It's not gonna stop. I-I'm gonna be better this year. A better student, a better son, a better friend, a better everything. I promise. Melissa: Okay. He's in room 215 if he isn't already in surgery. Scott: Thank you. Deucalion: Would you h*t the button for the second floor, please? Scott: Yeah. Deucalion: Thank you. Doctor: What the hell is this? Does someone want to explain this to me? Deucalion: You wouldn't mind helping me out for a second, would you? Scott: Um... sure. Doctor: Here's an idea. Why don't you wheel this joker out of here and get somebody that actually needs to be operated on? Now! I'm gonna go smoke. Ennis: Don't you realize what you're dealing with? I'm an Alpha. Derek: So am I. Aren't you supposed to be in school? Stiles: Ms. Blake? You okay? Uh, sorry, just... that. Chris: Next time you're feeling you wanna stay home, you stay home. Allison: I'm okay. But, dad, the deer and now this? Chris: I know, I know. Allison: It can't be a coincidence. Sheriff: Mr. Argent, you wouldn't have any insight into this, would you? Chris: Me? Sheriff: Yeah. All this bizarre animal behavior, it's... you must have seen something like this before, right? Chris: I'm not sure why I would or why you would think I would. Sheriff: I'm sorry. I-I could've sworn I overheard my son talking about how you were an experienced hunter. Chris: Ah, right. Well, not anymore. Sheriff: You all right? Allison: Yeah. Stiles: We got a serious problem at school. Ms. Blake's class... Scott: hey, can you tell me about it later? Stiles: Well, no, pretty sure this qualifies for immediate discussion. Scott: OK then meet me at Derek's Stiles: Derek's house? What the hell are you doing at... Scott: just meet us here, okay? Scott: You don't still live here, do you? Derek: No. The county took it over, but there's something here that I need. It'll help heal a wound from an Alpha. Scott: Yeah, but it did heal. Derek: Not on the inside. Scott: Hey, are you gonna tell me who that was back there? That Alpha. Derek: A rival pack. It's my problem. I know you wanna help, and you did. I owe you one. Now go home. Go back to being a teenager. Scott: Uh, hey, Derek. If you wanna repay back that favor now... There is something you can do for me. Lydia: Is it me or is beacon hills turning into more like beacon for the totally bizarre and supernatural? Braeden: Where's Scott McCall? You're Allison, right? Allison: Yeah, how do you know... Braeden: where's Scott? Allison: He had to leave. He was supposed to be back in class... Braeden: is he coming back? Lydia: Hey, easy with the physicality, sweetheart. Ugh. Well, she bruised me. Allison: Huh. Me too. Chris: Come on, let's get you two girls out of here. School can wait another day. Sweetheart? Hey. You don't have to worry about this anymore. Remember our agreement? We stay in beacon hills, but only if we stay out of this. It's not our problem now. Okay? Sheriff: We've had 15 calls in the past hour. I got a suicidal deer, birds flying through windows, pets behaving aggressively. I gotta tell you, I'm starting to think there's something in the water. Deaton: To be honest, I was gonna give you a call about an incident of my own. At first, I thought I might have had a break-in... some sick individual looking to release a particularly violent impulse. Until I got a closer look and realized what actually happened. They did it to themselves. Derek: Yeah, I see it. It's two bands, right? What does it mean? Scott: I don't know. It's just something I traced with my fingers. Derek: Why is this so important to you? Do you know what the word "tattoo" means? Stiles: To mark something. Scott: Well, that's in tahitian. In samoan, it means "open wound."I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned 18. I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now, to make it kind of a reward. Derek: For what? Scott: For not calling or texting Allison all summer. Even when I really wanted to, even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to give her the space she wants. Goin' four months later, it still hurts. It still feels like a, uh... Stiles: like an open wound. Scott: Yeah. Derek: The pain's gonna be worse than anything you've ever felt. Stiles: Ah, that's great. Scott: Do it. Stiles: Oh, wow. That's a... that's a lot for me. So I'm gonna take that as my cue. I'm just gonna wait outside. Derek: Nope. You can help hold him down. Stiles: Oh, my God. Derek: Hold him. Scott: Aah! Aah! It worked. Stiles: Well, it looks pretty damn permanent now. Scott: Yeah. I kind of needed something permanent. Everything that's happened to us... everything just changes so fast. Everything's so, uh... Ephemeral. Stiles: Studying for the psats? Scott: Yep. Stiles: Nice. Scott: You painted the door. Why'd you paint the door? Derek: Go home, Scott. Scott: And why only one side? Derek: Scott. Scott: The birds at school and the deer last night... just like the night I got trampled by the deer when I got bit by the Alpha. How many are there? Derek: A pack of 'em. An Alpha pack. Stiles: All of them? How does that even work? Derek: I hear there's some kind of a leader. He's called Deucalion. We know they have Boyd and Erica. Derek: Peter, Isaac, and I have been looking for him for the last four months. Scott: Let's say you find them. How do you deal with an Alpha pack? Derek: With all the help I can get. Isaac: Where is she? Where's the girl? Derek: What girl? Deucalion: Beautiful. But defiant, aren't you? Braeden: Because I know something. I know you're afraid of him. Deucalion: Of a teenage boy? Braeden: Of the man he'll become. Deucalion: I'm aware of a certain potential thr*at. But then someone once taught me a very smart way to eliminate thr*at... get someone else to do it for you. Braeden Derek. Lydia: This one, it's perfect. Allison: Mm, I don't know. I'm still thinking maybe a shade of blue. Lydia, look.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "03x01 - Tattoo"}

foreverdreaming

Previously on Teen Wolf. Scott: We agreed to give each other the summer... no calls, no texts. How many are there? Derek: A pack of 'em. An Alpha pack. They have Boyd and Erica, and I hear there's a leader. He's called Deucalion. Braeden: Quiet. You hold on tight. You're Allison, right? Where's Scott? Allison: Lydia, look. Lydia: I don't know. It doesn't look like much to me. Allison: It's a pattern. It means something. Lydia: You really think Scott's gonna know what it is? Allison: No, but he might know someone who does. Lydia: How are you so sure that it means anything at all? Allison: Because that girl wasn't just looking for Scott. It's like she needed to find him. Like she had to. And that means something. Stiles: What? Scott: What, what do you mean, "what"? Stiles: I mean "what," and you know what. Scott: "What" what? Stiles: That look you were giving. Scott: I didn't give a look. Stiles: Oh, there was a distinct look, Scott. Scott: What look? Stiles: The look that says that the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party. Scott: It's not that. It just seems weird going to a different high school's party. Stiles: What? Would you... [Groans] God, one drink, all right? You'll be fine. I went to nursery school with this girl, okay? She promised to introduce us to all of her friends. So tonight, no Allison, no Lydia. Tonight, we're moving on. Scott: You're right. Stiles: That's right I'm right. Scott: Moving on. Stiles: Onward and upward. Scott: Let's do this. Stiles: That's what I'm talking about. Now look at me. Scott: Okay. Scott: How's my breath smell? Stiles: I'm not smelling your breath. Scott: Do you have any gum? Stiles: No. No gum. You're fine. Scott: Can you at least tell me what kind of party this is? Heather: It's my birthday! Danielle: Okay. Heather: Tonight. Danielle: Really, tonight? Heather: Yeah. Danielle: For real? Heather: Yeah. Danielle: You know, your first time is usually sorta gross, and it kinda hurts. Heather: That's fine with me. Danielle: No romance? No waiting to fall in love? Heather: When I fall in love, I want to be good at it. Danielle: Lord. You at least got yourself a target of opportunity? Heather: Stiles! Hi. Stiles: Hey. There's the birthday gir... Heather: so glad that you made it. Stiles: Me too. Heather: Come downstairs with me and help me pick out a bottle of wine. Stiles: Yes. [Music playing] Scott: Hey. Stiles: Okay. Hey, remember when we were little kids and we used to come down here all the time and then we would... yeah, we never did that. Heather: Stiles... I just turned 17 today. Stiles: Mm? Heather: And you know what I want for my birthday? Stiles: A bike? Heather: To not be a 17-year-old virgin. You've never done it before either? Stiles: Turned 17? No, not yet, no. Heather: Stiles? Stiles: Yeah, maybe that other thing too. Heather: Do you want to? I mean, would you be okay with that? Stiles: Yeah. Would I be okay with that? I believe so, yeah, um...Okay. No, yeah, very... Okay. Um, wait, wait, wait. Wait. I don't have any, uh... Heather: My brother has some in the upstairs bathroom. Stiles: Yeah? Heather: Yeah. Stiles: Okay, sho... Heather: You should go get them. Go. Stiles: Going. Heather: Go. Scott: This isn't the talk we were gonna have, is it? Allison: I need to show you something. Stiles: Yes, yes, yes! Heather: Stiles? Okay, this isn't funny. Ahhh... Stiles: Okay. Only got one. I figured, you know, if we needed more, I could... Heather? Isaac: You know, I'm starting not to like this idea. Sounds kinda dangerous. You know what? I definitely don't like this idea, and I definitely don't like him. Derek: You'll be fine. Isaac: Does it have to be him? Derek: He knows how to do it. I don't. Be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself. Isaac: You know Scott doesn't trust him, right? You know, personally, I'd... well, I'd trust Scott. Derek: Do you trust me? Isaac: Yeah. I still don't like him. Derek: Nobody likes him. Peter: Boys. F.Y.I., yes, coming back from the d*ad has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works. So I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling straight to my face. Derek: We don't like you. Now shut up and help us. Peter: Fair enough. Relax. I'll get more out of you if you're calm. Isaac: How do you know how to do this, again? Peter: It's an ancient ritual used mostly by alphas, since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice. One slip, and you could paralyze someone. Or k*ll them. Isaac: You... You've had a lot of practice, though, right? Peter: Well, I've never paralyzed anyone. Isaac: Wait, does that mean that you... Peter: Wait, I see them. Derek: What'd you see? Peter: [Panting] It was confusing. Um, im... images. Vague shapes. Derek: But you saw something. Peter: Isaac found them. Derek: Erica and Boyd? Peter: I barely saw them. I mean, glimpses. Derek: But you did see them. Peter: And worse. Derek: Deucalion. Peter: He was talking to them. Something about time running out. Isaac: What does it mean? Derek: He's gonna k*ll them. Peter: No, no, no, no, no, he didn't say that. He did make them a promise that by the full moon that they'd both be d*ad. Derek: The next full moon? Peter: Tomorrow night. Derek: I don't see anything. Scott: Look again. Derek: How is a bruise gonna tell me where Boyd and Erica are? Scott: It's the same on both sides. Exactly the same. Derek: It's nothing. Lydia: Pareidolia. Seeing patterns that aren't there. It's a subset of apophenia. Scott: They're trying to help. Derek: These two. This one, who used me to resurrect my psychotic Uncle. Thank you. And this one, who sh*t about 30 arrows into me and my pack. Stiles: Okay, all right, now, come on. No one died, all right? Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but no death. That's what I call an important distinction. Allison: My mother died. Derek: Your family's little honor code k*lled your mother. Not me. Allison: That girl was looking for Scott. I'm here to help him, not you. Derek: You wanna help? Find something real. Scott: Derek... Give her a chance. Okay, they're on our side now. Derek: Well then maybe you should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night. Stiles: Okay, what would a pack of alphas want with Erica and Boyd? Scott: I'm not sure it's them they want. Stiles: Okay, what, like Derek? Like they're recruiting? Hey, Scott. You coming? Coach: The stock market is based on two principles. What are they? Yes, McCall, you can go to the bathroom. Anybody else? Scott: Uh, no, coach, I know the answer. Coach: Hahahahaha Oh, you're serious. Scott: Yes. Risk and reward. Coach: Wow! Who are you? And what have you done to McCall? Don't answer that. I like you better. I like you better. Does anybody have a quarter? A quarter. Stiles: Yep. Coach: Stilinski, I think you, uh... You dropped this. And congratulations. Risk and reward. Put the quarter in the mug, win the reward. Okay, watch coach. That's how you do it. Okay. Danny. Risk, reward. Danny: What's the reward? Coach: You don't have to take the pop quiz tomorrow. Danny: Coach, it's not a pop quiz if you tell us about it. Coach: Danny, you know, I really expect more from you at this point. Really. McCall. Risk, reward. The risk: If you don't put that quarter in the mug, you have to take the pop... the... the quiz. And... and you have to write an essay. Risk, more work. Reward... No work at all. Or choose not to play. Scott: But isn't this just chance? Coach: No. You know your abilities, your coordination, your focus, past experience... all factors affecting the outcome.So what's it gonna be, McCall?More work, no work, or choose not to play? Scott: No play. Coach: Okay. Who's next? Who wants the quarter? There ya go! There's a gamblin' man! Come on! Step up, step up. [Claps] All right, Stilinski. Sheriff: Stiles. Stiles: Yeah, coach, I got it. Sheriff: Stiles. Stiles: I couldn't find her. I just figured she'd hooked up with her other friends. Has no one really seen her since last night? Sheriff: No. We put out an A.P.B., but, Stiles, all her friends say you were the last person who saw her. Stiles: Me? Sheriff: We hope that it's just a series of bad decisions based on too much to drink. But if you remember anything else, you call me. All right? Stiles: Yes! Coach: Reward! Okay, who's next? Greenberg, put your hand down. You don't have a chance. Lydia: I want one. Allison: Which one? Lydia: The straight one, obviously. Allison: What if it's not a symbol?cWhat if it's actually a logo? Scott: So you think they kidnapped Heather to turn her? Stiles: Derek says it's easier to turn teenagers. Scott: But what would a pack of alphas need with a beta? Stiles: Scott, I don't know. I don't care. All right? This girl... Our moms were best friends before mine died, all right? We used to take frickin' bubble baths together when we were three. I gotta find her. Scott: Then we need Isaac to remember. Stiles: How? Peter and Derek couldn't do it. You know any other werewolves with a better trick? Scott: Maybe not a werewolf. But someone who knows a lot about 'em. Deaton: Obviously, it's not going to be particularly... Comfortable. But if we can slow your heart rate down enough, you'll slip into a trance-like state. Isaac: Like being hypnotized. Deaton: Exactly. You'll be half transformed. It'll let us access your subconscious mind. Scott: How slow does his heart rate need to be? Deaton: Very slow. Derek: Okay, well, how slow is very slow? Deaton: Nearly d*ad. Isaac: It's safe, though, right? Deaton: Do you want me to answer honestly? Isaac: No. No, not really. Stiles: What? Derek: Look, if it feels too risky, you don't have to do this. Deaton: Get him back under. Hold him. Derek: We're trying! Deaton: Now, remember, only I talk to him. Too many voices will confuse him and draw him out. Isaac? Can you hear me? Isaac: Yes. I can hear you. Deaton: This is Dr. Deaton. I'd like to ask you a few questions. Is that all right? Isaac: Yes. Deaton: I want to ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd. I want you to remember it for me in as vivid detail as possible, like you're actually there again. Isaac: I, I don't wanna do that. I don't... I don't wanna do that. I don't wanna do that. Deaton: Isaac, it's all right. Just relax. They're just memories. You can't be hurt by a memory. Isaac: I don't wanna do that. Deaton: It's all right. Isaac: I don't wanna do that. Deaton: Relax. Relax. Good. Now let's go back to that night. To the place you found Erica and Boyd. Can you tell me what you see? Is there some kind of building? A house? Isaac: It's not... it's not a house. It's stone. I think marble. Deaton: That's perfect. Can you give me any other descriptors? Isaac: It's dusty, so empty. Like an abandoned building? Deaton: Isaac? Isaac? Isaac: Someone's here. Someone's here. Deaton: Isaac, relax. Isaac: No, no, no, they see me, they see me! Deaton: Just memories. You won't be hurt by your memories. Just relax. Relax. Good. Now tell us what you see. Tell us everything. Boyd: But I can't control it. Neither of us will. Isaac: I hear him. He's talking about the full moon, about being out of control when the moon rises. Deaton: Is he talking to Erica? Isaac: I think so, I can't... I can't see her, I ca... I can't... I can't see either of them. Deaton: Can you hear anything else?They're worried.They're worried what they'll do during the moon.They're...Worried that they're gonna hurt each other. Derek: If they're locked in together on the full moon, they're gonna tear each other apart. Deaton: Isaac, we need to find them right now. Can you see them? Isaac: No. Deaton: Do you know what kind of room it is? Is there any kind of a marker? A number on a door? A sign? Isaac: They're here. They... They... Deaton: It's all right. Isaac: No. Deaton: Just tell us... Isaac: They see me. They found me. They're here! Derek: This isn't working. Isaac, where are you? Isaac: I can't see them. It's too dark! Derek: Just tell me where you are. Deaton: You are confusing him. Isaac: I can't see! Derek: Isaac, where are you? Just tell me where you are. Deaton: His heart rate... he could go into shock. Scott: Derek, let him go! Derek: Isaac, where are you? What did you see? Isaac: A vault! It's a bank vault! I saw it! I saw the name. It's, uh... B-beacon hills first national bank. It's, um... it's an abandoned bank, and they're keeping them locked inside, inside the vault. What? Stiles: You don't remember what you said right before you came out of it, do you? Isaac: No. Stiles: You said when they captured you that they dragged you into a room and that there was a body in it. Isaac: What body? Stiles: Erica. You said it was Erica. Derek: She's not d*ad. Stiles: Derek, he said, "there's a d*ad body. It's Erica." Doesn't exactly leave us much room for interpretation. Derek: Then who was in the vault with Boyd? Stiles: Someone else, obviously. Scott: And maybe it was the girl on the motorcycle. Okay, the one who saved you? Isaac: No, she wasn't like us. And whoever was in the vault with Boyd was. Derek: What if that's how Erica died? Stiles: They, like, pit them against each other during the full moons and see which one survives. It's like werewolf thunderdome. Derek: Then we get them out tonight. Deaton: Be smart about this, Derek. You can't just go storming in. Derek: If Isaac got in, then so can we. Deaton: But he didn't get through a vault door, did he? Scott: We need a plan. Derek: How are we gonna come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than 24 hours? Stiles: Uh, I think someone already did. "Beacon hills first national closes its doors three months after vault robbery." Doesn't say here how it was robbed, but it probably won't take long to find out. Derek: How long? Stiles: It's the Internet, Derek. Okay? Minutes. Sheriff: Boys. Hey, time to wake up. Boys. Boys! I got to get to work. You two get to school. Stiles: Dad! Heather? Sheriff: No, nothing yet. Stiles: Ten hours and nothing. Scott: We're gonna find something. Stiles: Finding something doesn't make Erica any less d*ad or Boyd any less about-to-be-d*ad. Scott: Well, we still have time. Stiles: Is this whole, like, "remain optimistic "in the face of complete and utter disaster" thing a part of the "be a better Scott McCall" program? Scott: Uh, not if it doesn't work. Stiles: No, it works. Oh, dad! Dad? Dad! Lydia: So mystery girl leaves a bruise on our arms that turns out to be the logo for a bank? [Scoffs] What's she trying to do? Give us investment advice? Allison: Not at this bank. It's been closed for years. Lydia: Why aren't you telling Scott? Allison: Because according to someone, I need to find something real. Which reminds me, um, I can't drive you home today. I have an errand to run after school. Scott: All right, so we meet at Derek's at 5:00 to go over the plan, and then we don't get started until dark. Stiles: 'Kay. What do we do till then? Scott: What, right now? We've got English. Stiles: Okay. You see this? This is how they got in. It's a rooftop air conditioning vent. Leads down inside into the wall of the vault, which is here. Okay? One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft Now, that space is so small, it took him about 12 hours to drill into that wall, which is stone, by the way. Then throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cash up to the guys back on the roof through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom. Scott: Can we fit in there? Stiles: Yes, we can, but very, very barely. And they also patched the wall, obviously, so we're gonna need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit... Derek: look, forget the drill. Stiles: Sorry? Derek: If I go in first, how much space do I have? Stiles: What do you... what do you think you're gonna do, Derek? You gonna punch through the wall? Derek: Yes, Stiles, I'm gonna punch through the wall. Stiles: Okay, okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big, old fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big, bad wolf.Yeah, look at that.Okay, see this?That's maybe 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co... Stiles: He could do it. Derek: I'll get through the wall. Who's following me down? Peter: Don't look at me.I'm not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly, with Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself. Derek: So I'm supposed to just let them die? Peter: One of them is already d*ad. Derek: We don't know that. Peter: Do I have to remind you what we're up against here? A pack of alphas. All of them, K*llers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine bodies to form one giant Alpha. I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're gonna be missed. Stiles: Could someone k*ll him again, please? Peter: Derek, seriously? Not worth the risk. Derek: What about you? Stiles: Yeah, if you want me to come... Derek: Not you. Stiles: Got it. Scott: I don't know about Erica. But if Boyd's still alive, we have to do something. We have to try. Derek: But? Scott: Who's the other girl? The one locked in there with Boyd? Allison: Ms. Morrell? Ms. Morrell: Keep your mouth shut, and listen close. You have no idea what you just stepped into. Right now you've got maybe 20 seconds to get your ass hidden. Allison: What are you doing? Ms. Morrell: Get in that storage closet over there.Lock the door.When you hear the fighting start, that's when you come out. Allison: What fighting? Ms. Morrell: You'll hear it. Now, go! Stiles: I can't take waiting around like this, you know? It's nerve-racking. My nerves are racked. They're severely racked. Racked. Peter: I could b*at you unconscious and wake you when it's over. Stiles: You think Erica's really d*ad? Peter: You think I really care? Stiles: I just... I don't understand the bank, though, okay? Wha... like, why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair or something? They're an Alpha pack, right? So shouldn't they have a lair? Peter: They're werewolves, not bond villains. Stiles: Wait a sec. Wait a sec. Maybe they're living there. You know? Like, maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens. Peter: Wolf dens? Stiles: Yeah, wolf dens.Where do you live? Peter: In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods. Stiles: Whoa, really? Peter: No, you idiot. I have an apartment downtown. Stiles: Okay, fine, but still, that just proves that there's something up with the bank. And why wait around for the full moon, huh? Why not just k*ll them whenever they want to? Peter: Maybe they think it's poetic. Stiles: They've already had three full moons to be poetic. Peter: And here you've only had one full hour to be so annoying... Stiles: No, go ahead, finish what you were saying. I'm an... I'm annoying. What were you gonna say there? Peter: What are the walls made of? Stiles: What? Uh... I don't know, like, wood and brick or... Peter: No, the vault, the vault, the walls, what are they made out of? Where would it say that? Doesn't say anything. Where... where would it say the materials, the type of stone? Stiles: Oh.. Oh, hang on. Yeah, here, hang on. Here. It's gotta be in there. Derek: What? Scott: There's just something I can't get out of my head. Derek: The moon's rising, Scott. What is it? Scott: Risk and reward. Derek: Which means what? Scott: We're not measuring the risk with enough information. We don't know enough. Derek: We know time's running out. Scott: Yeah, but think about it. They put the triskele on your door four months ago. What have they been doing all this time? Why wait until now? Derek: We don't have the time to figure out every little detail. Scott: Okay, but what if this detail, the reason why they waited... what if it's the most important one? Derek: Then we do nothing. And Boyd and Erica are d*ad. I know what I'm risking. My life for theirs. And I won't blame you if you don't follow me. Stiles: There, that's it. Peter: Hecatolite. Stiles: Is that awful? That sounds awful. Peter: Get 'em on the phone. Call them. Now! Stiles: Okay, why? Peter: 'Cause Boyd and that girl aren't gonna k*ll each other. They're gonna k*ll Derek and Scott. Derek: Boyd? Boyd? It's me. It's Derek. Scott: Stiles, now is not the best time. Stiles: Scott! Scott! No, listen to me, okay? Look, you gotta get outta there. Look, the walls of the vault are made with a mineral called hecatolite. It scatters the moonlight. Scott: What does that mean? Derek: We're here to get you out, okay? Stiles: Look, it keeps the moonlight out, okay? They haven't felt the full moon in months. Peter: Okay, think of it like the gladiators in the Roman colosseum. They used to starve the lions for three days, making them more vicious, more out of control. Deucalion has kept them from shifting for three full moons, diminishing their tolerance to it. Stiles: Scott, they're gonna be stronger... Peter: More savage, more bloodthirsty, Scott, they're the lions. They're the starved lions, and you and Derek just stepped into the colosseum. Scott: Derek, we got a problem, a really big problem. Derek: Cora? Scott: Who? Derek: Cora? Cora: Derek, get out. Get out now! Stiles: Scott? Hey, Scott! Scott! Scott: No. No! Wait! Stiles: Scott? Scott, are you hearing this? Scott! Deucalion: Don't kid yourself, Marin. It's not the first time you've gotten your hands dirty. Scott: You know her? Derek: She's my sister, my younger sister. Scott: What the hell is she doing here? Derek: Like I have a clue. I thought she was d*ad! Allison: Look out! Derek: No! Don't break the seal! Allison: Boyd! Scott: Don't touch her! Derek: What were you thinking? Allison: That I had to do something. Scott: She saved our lives. Derek: Yeah, and what do you think they're gonna do out there? Do you have any idea what we just set free? Allison: You want to blame me? Well, I am not the one turning teenagers into K*llers. Derek: No. No, that's just the rest of your family. Allison: I made mistakes. Gerard is not my fault. Derek: And what about your mother? Allison: What do you mean? Derek: Tell her, Scott. Allison: What does he mean, Scott? What does he mean?

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "03x02 - Chaos Rising"}

foreverdreaming

Previously on Teen Wolf. Heather: You know what I want for my birthday? To not be a 17-year-old virgin. Aah! Sheriff: All her friends say you're the last person who saw her. Derek: Wanna help? Find something real. Scott: Okay. They're on our side now. Derek: Then maybe you should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night. Stiles: There's a d*ad body. It's Erica. Scott: Who's the other girl... the one locked in there with Boyd? Derek: She's my sister... my younger sister! Stiles: Scott, you gotta get out of there. They haven't felt the full moon in months. Derek: No, don't break the seal! Lydia: Aah! Billy: A! Got one! Breanne : What are you doing, dumbass? You're supposed to put holes in the lid. Otherwise you'll k*ll them. Billy: Do I have to let him go? Breanne : Do you want him to die? Billy? Run! Run! Billy: He's gonna get in. He's gonna get inside. Breanne : Shut up, shut up. Derek: You lost them? Scott: Yeah, I kind of had to. Derek: Wasn't exactly the plan. Scott: I know, which is why I think that we should stick together. Trust me, he's too strong, too fast, and way too angry for one person to handle. We've got to do this together. Derek: Look, I'm at the trails by the entrance to the preserve. Can you meet me here? Scott: Yeah. Just got to drop something off first. Lydia: Mom, I'm going to the store. Mom, do you hear me? Of course you didn't. You would have heard me screaming like a lunatic. Lunatic. Scott: Is it them? Derek: We're not the only ones that decided to stick together. Scott: Is that gonna make it easier or harder to catch them? Derek: I don't know. Scott: Derek... I saw Boyd try to rip two little kids apart. Are they gonna do that to everyone they find? Derek: Everyone and anyone. Lydia: Oh, God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God, please don't be d*ad. Please don't be d*ad, please don't be d*ad, please don't be d*ad. Please don't be d*ad. Please don't be d*ad, please don't be d*ad. Oh, my God. Are you kidding me? Ahhhhh Allison: She tried k*lling you. Scott: Uh, yeah, yeah. Allison: Why didn't you tell me? Scott: I'll tell you everything, okay? I'll tell you a-anything that you want to know, but right now... Allison: Just tell me why. Scott: I... I couldn't. Allison, I couldn't let that be the last memory that you had of her. Caitlin: You coming? Emily: Okay, there is a snake out here the size of a train. Caitlin: Then kick it. Emily: Uh, yeah, if I kick it, it will swallow my foot and drag me back down to mordor. Caitlin: Then jump over it. Emily: Ugh! Oh, whoa, whoops, whoa. Oh. Wow. Nice touch. Caitlin: You're nervous. Emily: You make me nervous. Caitlin: That a good thing or a bad thing? Emily: All good. Ooh, ooh, that is a mood k*ller, though. Caitlin: Better? Emily: Better. I can't... I can't be in here, I... Caitlin: Emily, wait! Emily! Emily? Emily? Emily, where are you? Emily! Em? Emily, where are you? Emily! Scott: Are you okay? Caitlin: What? Scott: Are you all right? You need to get out of here, okay? Get out of the woods. Get out of here as fast as you can. Stiles: Lydia? Lydia? Lydia, are you okay? Lydia: I'm okay. That, over there... Not okay. Stiles: Yeah, all right. I'm gonna call my dad. Lydia: I already called 911. Stiles: You called the police before you called me? Lydia: I'm supposed to call you first when I find a d*ad body? Stiles: Yes! Scott: Are you sure? Stiles: Yep. Throat ripped out, blood everywhere. It's like the frickin' shining over here. Two little twin girls come out of the woods, start asking me to play with them forever and ever, I'm not gonna be surprised. Scott: Can you get a little closer to make sure it was them? Stiles: Make sure it was them? Scott, who else is going around ripping throats out? Scott: Please just do it. Derek: This doesn't make any sense. The public pool is all the way on the other side of the woods. We haven't tracked them anywhere near there. Scott: Derek, they k*lled someone. Derek: How are they moving so fast? Scott: Derek. Derek: But they can't be that fast on foot. Scott: They k*lled someone. Some totally innocent kid is d*ad... And it's our fault. Derek: It's my fault. Scott: We need help. Derek: We have Isaac now. Scott: I mean real help. They're too fast for us, for all of us. They're too strong, too rabid. Derek: We'll catch 'em. Isaac: What happens if we do? We just gonna hold them down until the sun comes up? Derek: Maybe it would be easier just to k*ll 'em. Scott: k*lling them isn't the right thing to do. Isaac: What if it's the only thing to do? If we can't even catch them, what else do we do? Scott: Find someone who knows what they're doing. Derek: Who? Scott: Someone who knows how to hunt werewolves. Deputy Tara: So, Caitlin, you and Emily, were the two of you drinking? Caitlin: No, no. Deputy Tara: Anything else? Caitlin... Caitlin: We split a tab of "X." Sheriff: Well, MDMA can cause hallucinations, and it could've been laced with something too. Caitlin: You think I hallucinated. Sheriff: You think you saw a girl with glowing eyes and fangs? Caitlin: And claws. Sheriff: Hey, we're gonna get you to the hospital, figure out exactly what it was that you took. Caitlin: What about the other three? The three guys? Deputy Tara: We'll need better descriptions of them too. Sheriff: Let's get an APB out on Emily. The other girl too, as soon as we get something better than claws and fangs. Deputy Tara: You believe her? Sheriff: She saw something. Deputy Tara: You mean someone. Chris: It has to be the one with the eggs. Scott: Uh, hi. Isaac: Do you think this is gonna work? Derek: Nope. Isaac: Me neither. So your, uh... your sister... Sorry, yeah, it's... It's bad timing, I'm sorry. I'll ask later. It's fine. Or never. Yeah, yeah, I'm good with never. Chris: First of all, why would I care about anyone related to Derek? And second, I don't know this kid Boyd. I don't even know his last name. Scott: Boyd is his last name. Chris: What's his first name? Scott: Vernon. Eh. And just curious, is there a reason the g*n is still pointed at me? Chris: Well, there's probably still some part of me that wants to sh**t you. Scott: I get that. Chris: Scott, I watched my father brainwash my daughter... Almost turn her into a k*ller. That world... your world decimated mine. My wife, sister, father, my entire family. Why would I ever step foot in it again? Scott: Because people are going to die. And because you know how to catch Boyd and Cora without k*lling them. Chris: I'm sorry. I can't help you. Scott: Um... Do you think you could do me, like, one little, tiny favor? Chris: Left or straight? Scott: Left. Sorry. It's right around the corner. That parking lot there. Yeah, just a little further up, right here. Thanks again for the ride. Chris: They did this? Boyd and... Scott: Cora. Chris: Where's the last place you saw them? You're tracking them by print? Scott: Trying to. Chris: Well, then, you've been wasting your time. There's only one creature on earth that can visually track footprints, and that's man. And if you're not trained like me, you have no idea that this print is Boyd's and these... Isaac: are Cora's. Chris: Nope. They're yours. You trampled Cora's as soon as you walked over here. Listen, I know the three of you are focusing half your energy on resisting your own urges under the full moon, but that puts you at a severe disadvantage to Boyd and Cora, who have fully given in. They put the pedal to the floor where you three are barely hitting the speed limit. Derek: So what do we do? Chris: Focus on your sense of smell. Actual wolves are known to track their prey by up to a hundred Miles a day by scent. A trained hunter can use scent to track them. If the wind is with them, wolves can track a scent by a distance of two Miles, which means we can draw them to us... Or into a trap. Full moon does give us one advantage. They'll have a higher heat signature, which makes them easier to spot with infrared. Derek: Thanks, but I've got my own. Chris: Just remember, we're not hunting wild animals. Underneath those impulses are two intelligent human beings. Don't think they can't rely on that human side. It's suppressed, but it's there, reminding them how to mask their scent, how to cover their tracks, how to survive. When's the last time you saw your sister? Derek: Not in years. I thought she died in the f*re. Chris: Do you feel like you have a lock on her scent? Scott, how confident are you in your skills? Scott: Honestly, most of the time, I'm trying not to think about all the things I can smell. Chris: All right. The problem is when they breach the woods and h*t the residential area. Once they're past the high school, they're right in the middle of beacon hills. Isaac: They're not gonna k*ll everything they see, are they? Chris: No. But there is an important difference to recognize. Wolves hunt for food. At a certain point, they get full. But Boyd and Cora are hunting for the pleasure of the k*ll, for some primal apex predatory satisfaction that comes from the ripping of warm bodies to bloody shreds. And who knows when that need gets satiated? Scott: We can't k*ll them. Derek: What if we can't catch 'em? Chris: Then maybe we just need to contain them. There's no one in the school at night, is there? Derek: You want to trap them inside? Chris: If there's somewhere with a strong enough door, no windows or access to the outside. Isaac: What about the boiler room? It's just one big steel door. Chris: You're sure the school's empty? Scott: It has to be. There can't be anyone there this late, right? Chris: These are ultrasonic emitters. It's one of the tools we use to corral werewolves, pushing them into a direction we want them to run. Gives off a high-pitched frequency that only they can hear. Isaac: God, no kidding! Derek: These are gonna drive them to the school? Chris: And then it's up to you to get them into the basement. Isaac: Does anyone else want to rethink the plan where we just, uh, k*ll 'em? Scott: It's going to work. It'll work. Lydia: You didn't have to follow me home. Stiles: I just wanted to make sure you got in okay. Lydia: I had a police escort. Stiles: I know the inner workings of that force, all right? They're not nearly as reliable as people think. Lydia: Well, you also didn't have to follow me into my room. Stiles: Well, I... uh, yeah, I don't have an answer for that. I can leave. Lydia: Are you really gonna go without asking me the question that you've been dying to ask me? Stiles: Well, I'm not... I haven't been dying to ask anything. I... no questions here for Stiles. Nothing. Lydia: I can see it on your face. Stiles: Maybe my face just has, like, a naturally interrogatory exp... expression. Lydia: Well, your interrogatory expression is getting on my nerves. The answer is, I have no clue how I ended up finding that body.I didn't even know where I was until I got out of the car. Stiles: Yeah, but the last time something like this happened... Lydia: I know. Derek's Uncle. Stiles: Peter. Peter: And the hunted becomes the hunter. You really think a few high-tech dog whistles are gonna help? Derek: I don't see you offering a hand. Peter: Personally, I'm trying to cut down on futile endeavors. Derek: Cora's alive. Peter: I heard. Let's throw the reunion party when she's not an unstoppable k*lling machine. Derek: I can stop her. Peter: Sure you can. By k*lling her... Which happens to be the point of this little exercise. Deucalion wants you to k*ll them. He wants you to get rid of his baggage, making it easier for you to join his pack. The fact that it was supposed to happen in the vault, and not up here, out in the open, doesn't change his plan. It just means that Boyd and Cora are gonna k*ll a few innocent people first. Derek: And I should just let them? I should be okay with innocent people dying? Peter: Unless you're okay k*lling your own. Derek: I can catch them. Peter: Oh, come on. How much damage can they do? So they off a few homeless people, a drunk stumbling out of a bar too late. So what? Let Scott deal with it. Let him be the hero of his morally black and white world. The real survivors, you and I, we live in shades of gray. Then again, even if you did k*ll them, you're still an Alpha. You can always make more werewolves. Mellisa: Hey. Stiles: Hey. Melissa: Over here. And if you tell anyone that I showed you this, I swear to God, I will k*ll you painfully and slowly. Stiles: Why do you want to show me a body I've already seen? Melissa: Because you haven't seen everything. See this around his neck? That's a ligature mark. That means that he was strangled with something, like cord, rope... Stiles: ah, okay, wait a second. What kind of werewolf strangles someone? You know, that's not very werewolf-y. Melissa: My thoughts exactly. And then there's this. Stiles: God, man, what is that? Is that brain matter? Yeah, it's brain matter, of course. Melissa: See the indentation? He was h*t in the back of the head, hard enough to k*ll him. In fact, any one of these things could have k*lled him. I mean, someone seriously wanted this poor kid d*ad. Stiles: All right, so then this couldn't have been Boyd or Cora, you know? They wouldn't have done all that. So maybe this is just one m*rder. I mean, maybe it's just a random coincidence. Melissa: I don't think it was just one. Stiles: How come? Melissa: Because that girl over there, she's got the exact same injuries. Chris: Do you see that? Scott: Yeah, it's a firefly. Chris: No, no, I know, it... Scott: What? Chris: It's, uh... it's very unusual. The, uh, California fireflies aren't bio-luminescent. They don't glow. Scott: Does that mean something? Isaac: Oh, great. Chris: Come on. Scott: They're not going through the school. They're going over it. Melissa: The M.E. said this one wasn't just strangled. Whoever did it used a garrote, which is a stick that you put through the rope, and you just kind of keep twisting, and... Stiles? Oh, my God, did you know her? I'm so sorry. I didn't even think. Stiles: I was... I was at her party. It was her birthday. Her name is Heather. Melissa: Okay, we need to call your father, 'cause you're a witness. Stiles? Heather: Stiles, I just turned 17 today. Stiles: Mmhmm. Heather: And you know what I want for my birthday? To not be a 17-year old virgin. Stiles: Has anyone else been through here tonight? Any... any other bodies, or even anybody missing? Melissa: Uh, no, no bodies, but, um... Stiles: what? Melissa: Two girls. They brought the first one in, Caitlin, for a tox screen, and then I overheard that her girlfriend, Emily, just disappeared. I mean, they were out in the woods and... Stiles: nobody's found her yet? Melissa: I don't know. Stiles: Okay, first one. Melissa: Caitlin. Stiles: Okay. Is she here? Is she here right now? Melissa: I think so. Stiles: Okay, where? Melissa: Okay, okay, wait. Just wait a minute. Stiles: I have to talk to her. Melissa: Why? Stiles: Because I think I know what's happening. Chris: The red doors, someone has to get them open. Scott: Someone has to drive them inside. Chris: I'll go. Isaac: No. I'm faster. Derek: Come and get us. Scott: Did that actually just work? Derek: It worked. What are you hearing? Scott: Heartbeats. Derek: Both of 'em? Scott: Actually... Three of them. Jeniffer: Hello? Is someone there? Caitlin: We weren't doing anything that bad. I mean, I've camped out there plenty of times. Stiles: Right, but why tonight? Caitlin: We wanted to be alone for one night. Emily lives with her mom, and I have three roommates. Not exactly romantic settings, you know? Stiles: How long have you two been together? Caitlin: Three months. Stiles: And you wanted to make it romantic. Caitlin: Yeah, you know, because... Stiles: because it was her first time. Caitlin: They're gonna find her, right? Aren't they? Scott: What are you doing? Derek: Close the door behind me and keep it shut. Scott: You go in there alone, and you're either gonna k*ll them, or they k*ll you. Derek: That's why I'm going in alone. Isaac: Scott The sun's coming up. Scott! The sun's coming up! Derek: There's a teacher. I'll take care of her. Get them out of here. Scott: So Boyd and Cora might not have k*lled anyone? Stiles: You're gonna wish they did. Scott: Why? Stiles: I'm not exactly sure yet. the other girl who was out in the woods, Emily? Eventually they're gonna find her. She's one of them. Emily, Heather... That guy Lydia found at the pool. All three were virgins... And they're all gonna have the same three injuries... strangled, throat slashed, head bashed in. It's called the threefold death. Scott: So if these aren't random killings, then what are they? Stiles: Sacrifices. Human sacrifices.

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Previously on Teen Wolf... How many are there? Derek: A pack of 'em. An Alpha pack. Cora? She's my sister. My younger sister. Scott: I couldn't let that be the last memory that you had of her. You want to take this downstairs? Heather: You know what I want for my birthday? To not be a virgin. Stiles: Emily, Heather, the guy Lydia found at the pool, all three were virgins. Sacrifices. Human sacrifices. Kyle: It's not gonna hurt him, is it? Deaton: Just a little. But I usually find that it's the owners... [Winces] Who feel the most pain. All right. Well, we'll just check the stool sample for parasites, but my guess is that he probably just ate something he shouldn't have. Scott: Got a cool name. Kyle: He's got two brothers at home named Beretta and Trigger. Military family. [Dog whimpers] Kyle: Looks like he knows who the Alpha is. [Chuckles] Kyle: Let's go, buddy. [Dog whines] Kyle: Okay, this usually happens before we go to the vet. [Dog barking] Kyle: Hey! Scott: Found something. Deaton: Rinse it off. Scott: What is it? Deaton: Definitely poisonous... For the dog. Actually, for you as well. Scott: Wolfsbane? Deaton: Mistletoe. Kyle: b*llet? Come here, b*llet. Come here, b*llet. [Scraping] [Dog whimpering] Kyle: There you are. Come on, b*llet. [Sighs] Kyle: Aah, son of a bitch! Did you just bite me? [Dog whimpering] [Whispers] Closer... [Dog barks] Come closer... [Dog barking] [Roars] [Dog barking outside] [Suspenseful music] ♪ ♪ [Dramatic music] ♪ ♪ [Door shuts] [Suspenseful music] ♪ ♪ [Sighs] [Screams] Jennifer: What do you want? You gonna thr*at me? Tell me that no one's gonna believe me? Try to scare me? k*ll me? Derek: I was gonna see if you were okay. Jennifer: Physically or emotionally? Although I guess that presupposes I was emotionally okay before any of this. And according to my therapist, I.. it's been debatable for a long time. [Sighs] Derek: I think you're gonna be okay. Jennifer: Obviously, you've never taught high school. In 20 minutes, I have to start two dozen teenagers on The Crucible, and I honestly have no idea what I'm gonna say. Derek: Well, why don't you start by telling them that it's an allegory for McCarthyism? Jennifer: Is that a subtle way of suggesting that I shouldn't say anything? Because I won't. Who are you? Derek: I'm Derek. Jennifer: Jennifer. Scott: I looked everywhere. It's like he just walked away. Left his car, his dog. Stiles: Okay. Was he, like... could he have been a virgin maybe? Did he look like a virgin? Was he, you know, virginal? Scott: No, definitely not. Deaton makes me have sex with all of his clients. It's a new policy. [Chuckles] [Sighs] Scott: No, I don't know if he was a virgin. And why are you talking like he's already d*ad? He's just missing. Stiles: Missing and presumed d*ad because he's probably a virgin, Scott. And you know who else is a virgin? Me. I'm a virgin, okay? And you know what that means? It means that my lack of sexual experience is now literally a thr*at to my life. Okay, I need to have sex, like, right now. Someone needs to have sex with me, like, today. Like, someone needs to sex me right now! [Locker slams] Danny: All right, I'll do it. [Shouts] Stiles: What? Danny: Come to my place at 9:00. Plan to stay the night. I like to cuddle. Stiles: Oh. That was so sweet. Are you kidding? Danny: Yes, I'm kidding. Stiles: Okay, you know, you don't toy with a guy's emotions like that, Danny. It's not attractive, all right? Coach: Mr. Lahey, happy to have you back. Not happy that you're late. Isaac: Sorry, coach. Coach: I'll remind you all, cross-country is not optional for lacrosse players. I don't need you turning into a bunch of fat-asses in the off-season. So work on that. [Locker shuts] [Birds chirping] [Dramatic music] ♪ ♪ [Whistle blows] [Electronic music] Coach: Pace yourselves! Come on! Scott: Isaac! Isaac: It's them. Scott: Isaac, wait! Isaac! ♪ ♪ [Grunts] [Dramatic music] [Grunting] Aiden: Ethan, I always forget, how many bones in the human body? Ethan: I don't know. Let's count. [Grunts] Scott: That's one. [Electronic music] [Bones crunch] ♪ ♪ [Growls] [Growls] Ashley: AAAAhhhhh Isaac: It's him, isn't it? Sheriff: Hey, get out of the way. Get back. Get this area cordoned off before they trample every piece of evidence. Deputy Tara: Back up! Everyone back! Sheriff: Get these kids out of here! Stiles: Dad, just come here. Look, look. Look at it. It's the same as the others, you see? Sheriff: Yeah, I see that. Do me a favor. Go back to school, yeah? Coach, can you give us a hand here? Coach: You heard the man. Nothing to see here. Probably just some homeless kid. Scott: Coach. Coach: Yeah? Scott: He was a senior. Coach: Oh. [Sighs] Coach: He wasn't on the team, was he? Ashley: Aaaaahh Kyle! Oh, God, Kyle! Oh, God! Sheriff: Go on. Go. Go. Isaac: You see the way the twins looked at him? Stiles: Yeah, you mean like they had no idea what happened? Isaac: No, no, they knew. Stiles: The kid was strangled with a garrote, all right? Am I the only one recognizing the lack of "werewolfitude" in these m*rder? Isaac: Oh, you think it's a coincidence they turn up and then people start dying? Stiles: Well, no, but I still don't think it's them. Stiles: Scott? Isaac: How 'bout you? Scott: I don't know yet. Stiles: You don't know yet? Scott: Well, he's got a point. Seriously, dude, human sacrifices? Stiles: Scott, your eyes turn into yellow glow sticks, okay? Hair literally grows from your cheeks and then will immediately disappear, and if I were to s*ab you right now, it would just magically heal, but you're telling me that you're having trouble grasping human sacrifices? [Sighs] Scott: That's a good point too. Isaac: I don't care. They k*lled that kid, they k*lled the girl that saved me. I'm gonna k*ll them too. [Music playing] [Grunting] Derek: Stop. You're not done healing. Cora: Yeah? Well, I'm done lying around. Derek: Then sit. Cora: Are you gonna help me go after them? ♪ ♪ Cora: Come on, fight back! I came back for this? [Scoffs] Cora: I can't believe I got my ass thrown in a vault for three months for you. All those rumors I heard. A powerful new Alpha, one of the hales, was building a pack. Do you know how long I waited to hear something like that? Do you have any idea how it felt to find out you were alive? Derek: I'm sorry to disappoint you. [Alarm blaring] Cora: What's that? Derek: Trouble. [Growls] Derek: No, wait. Wait! [Alarm blaring] [Both grunting] Ennis: Ready for a rematch? [Dramatic music] [Growls] ♪ ♪ [Growls] [Growls] [Steam hissing] [Roars] [Gasps] [Groaning] Deucalion: Everybody done? 'Cause just listening to that was exhausting. So... Let's chat. Ms Morrell: Ou allez-vous? Class: Ou allez-vous? Ms Morrell: Je vais Chez moi. Class: Je vais Chez moi. Ms Morrell: Mademoiselle? Mademoiselle Argent? Ms Argent: Allison! Ms Morrell: Es-tu fatiguee? [Laughter] Allison: Sorry. [Bell rings] Ms Morrell: You're starting to concern me, Allison. Maybe we should chat in the guidance office sometime. Allison: Or maybe you should tell me what you were doing at the bank the other night. Ms Morrell: Maybe you should tell me what you were doing there. [Dramatic music] ♪ ♪ Ms Morrell: Looks like we have a situation here. Tell you what, give me the French word for it that's the same in English, and you can avoid lunchtime detention. Allison: Um... Ms Morrell: Impasse. Mr Harris: All right, since inertia is a subject of which you all know plenty, why don't we start with "momentum"? Scott: They're here for a reason. Give me a chance to figure it out before you do anything. Okay? Isaac? Mr Harris: Danny...What do we know about momentum? Danny: It's the product of mass and velocity. The more massive something is, the faster it's going. Isaac: Mr. Harris, can I use the bathroom, please? Scott: I have to go to the bathroom too. Mr Harris: One at a time. [Dramatic music] Scott: But I really have to go. Like, medical emergency have to go. Mr Harris: Mr. McCall, if your bladder suddenly exploded and urine began to pour from every orifice, I would still respond, "one at a time." ♪ ♪ Scott: Unh! Mr Harris: Is that enough hyperbole for you, or would you like me to come up with something more vivid? Scott: No. No. That's pretty good. [Sighs] ♪ ♪ [Grunting] ♪ ♪ Mr Harris: What is this? What's going on? Danny: You all right? Ethan: Uh, he just... he just came at me. Mr Harris: Isaac, what the hell did you do? Deucalion: Sorry about this, Derek. I asked Kali to be gentle, but... Kali: this is me being gentle. [Groans] Derek: Let... let her go. No. Deucalion: See? We're not unreasonable. Derek: What do you want? You want to k*ll me? Deucalion: You really think I'm that boring? Don't throw me in with sociopaths like your Uncle. I'm a man with far more vision than simple m*rder. In fact... [Groaning] I'm here to show you just how much vision a blind man can have. Scott: Don't let it bother you. It's just lunchtime detention. If all they want right now is to piss you off, then don't give in. They're just trying to get to you. Isaac: It's not just me. Aiden: What about tonight? Lydia: Nope. Studying. Aiden: I could help you. Lydia: Do you have an IQ higher than 170? Aiden: Okay. You could help me. [Scoffs] Aiden: Tonight then? Scott: What? Isaac: Now they're getting to you. Sheriff: Your mom and dad... [Indistinct whispering] [Stumbles] Deputy Tara: Wait right here, okay? Ashley: Okay. [Sighs] Stiles: Um, hi, Ashley. Hi. Can I talk to you just for one sec? Sorry. I just need to ask you something really quick, and it's gonna sound really unbelievably insensitive, so I apologize in advance. Um... Was Kyle a virgin? Ashley: What? Stiles: Your boyfriend, was he a virgin, or did you guys... You know what I mean... [Grunts] Ashley: No. He wasn't a virgin. Sheriff: Have you completely lost your mind? I've got four m*rder, Stiles. You see those men in there? That's the FBI. They're pulling together a task force to help because it looks like we've got a full-blown serial k*ller on our hands. You get that? Stiles: Yes, dad. I get that. Sheriff: Then what are you doing? Stiles: I'm trying to find a pattern. Cora: You're k*lling him! Kali: Not yet, little sister. But I could. [Coughing] Kali: Who knows if it's five minutes or five hours before it's too late to take this thing out? But just to be on the safe side, Duke, you might want to get to the point. Deucalion: Now you see the one problem with being in an Alpha pack. Everybody wants to make the decisions. Me? I'm more about discovering new talents... Like you. Derek: Not interested. Deucalion: But you haven't even heard my pitch. Derek: You want me to... k*ll my own pack. Deucalion: No. I want you to k*ll one of them. Do that, and I won't have to ask you to k*ll the others. You'll do it on your own. I did it. Ennis did. Kali did. Tell him what it's like, Kali, to k*ll one of your own. Kali: Mm... Liberating. Deucalion: Listen to me, Derek. Do you really want to stay beholden to a couple of maladjusted teenagers bound to become a liability? And believe me, they will become a liability. In fact... I have a feeling one of them is getting himself into trouble right now. Mr Harris: The two of you will wash all the boards in this hall. Reshelving the library. Restocking the janitor's closet. Isaac: Oh, Mr. Harris? [Clears throat] Um... Does it have to be with her? Mr Harris: Now that I know you prefer not to... Yes. You have to be with her. Great. [Indistinct chatter] Stiles: Whoa. Hey, Boyd! I didn't know you were back at school. Boyd: Yeah, I would have told you, but we're not actually friends. Stiles: Oh, yeah. Hey, so did you, uh... so did you know Kyle? Boyd: Yeah, we were in junior R.O.T.C. together. Stiles: So you two were friends, then? Boyd: I only had one friend. She's d*ad too. [Clears throat] Allison: Are you okay? Isaac: Yeah, yeah, I'm just... Not a big fan of small spaces. Allison: Can I ask you a question? Isaac: Do you have to? Allison: I guess not. i'm gonna ask anyway. Did you tell anyone that I was at school the other night? Isaac: Oh, was I supposed to? Allison: It would make me really happy if you didn't. Isaac: Yeah, well... You being happy really isn't a big priority of mine, since you s*ab me... 20 times... With knives. Allison: They were actually Chinese ring daggers, but... Isaac: Oh. Allison: Sorry. Isaac: Was that... was that an apology? Allison: Would you accept an apology? Isaac: [Chuckles] Uh... [suspenseful music] [Muttering] Allison: Uh, maybe it locked from the outside. [Pushes door] Isaac: No, there's something against it. [Pushing door] Allison: Okay, okay, okay. Okay, uh, all right. Just relax. Isaac: No. Allison: Isaac, relax. [Knocks frantically] Allison: Isaac... Isaac: Come on. Come on. Allison: Isaac. Isaac: Come on. Allison: Isaac. Isaac! Okay, Isaac. Isaac, just relax. Isaac. Isaac: Come on! [Screams] Allison: No! [Screams] [Screams] Allison: Don't. [Growls] Allison: Don't. [Growls] Allison: Isaac! Isaac! Isaac! [Roars] Scott: Isaac! [Growls weakly] [Exhales] Scott: Allison. Allison: I'm okay. I'm fine. Isaac: I'm sorry, I didn't... I didn't mean to do that. Allison: I'm okay. Isaac: I'm so sorry. Allison: It's not his fault. Scott: I know. I guess now we know they want to do more than get you angry. They want to get someone hurt. Isaac: So are we gonna do something? Scott: Yeah. I'm gonna get them angry. Really angry. Stiles: You know that there's a temple in Calcutta where they used to sacrifice a child every day? That's every day a d*ad baby, Lydia, every day! Hey, you want to know what today is? It's d*ad baby day. Oh, no, wait, that's every day, because every day is d*ad baby day, yay! Lydia: Why are you telling me this? Stiles: Because Scott's dealing with the Alpha twins. You don't know about the twins? Lydia: Alphas? Stiles: Ethan and Aiden. Lydia: Oh, yeah. Yeah, I knew about them. Stiles: Okay, okay, good. So look, here's what I'm thinking. I'm thinking that the m*rder maybe come in threes. Ancient people love things in threes, right? So maybe first it's three virgins, and then, I don't know, maybe it's three people who own little dogs. Lydia: I own a little dog. [Sighs] Lydia: I am not getting rid of my dog! Stiles: Would you just think about getting rid of your little dog? Lydia: No. And by the way, you cannot discern a pattern by a single data point, so stop trying. Stiles: Wha-okay, so what, I'm just supposed to wait around for someone else to die, then? I'm just supposed to sit there and watch them die? Just wait for them to wither up and die right in front of me? Lydia: Wither? Stiles: You know what I mean. Die, in just a hideously awful, strangulating, head-bashing, throat-cutting kind of way. Lydia: Maybe it's not your job. You said it yourself, they were strangled with a garrote. That's a human thing to do, so... Maybe just leave the figuring it out part to someone human. Stiles: You mean someone like my dad? Lydia: No, I mean your dad. The sheriff! [Bell rings] [Music playing] ♪ ♪ Isaac: How long is this gonna take? [Engine starts] Allison: Okay. Pull back with your left hand. Kick down to put in gear. Front brake. Throttle. Back brake for stopping. Try not to crash. Isaac: Yeah.Been there, done that. ♪ ♪ Jennifer: Okay, everyone. I know this is the last class of the day. To be honest, I want to get out of here too. Scott: Looks kind of important. I have no idea what that thing does. [Motorcycle revs outside] Ethan: Wait. Aiden, don't! [Motorcycle revs] [Engine roaring] [Music playing] [Tires screech] ♪ ♪ Aiden: Get off my bike! Isaac: No problem. Jennifer: You have got to be kidding me. You realize this is gonna result in a suspension. ♪ ♪ [Dogs barking] Deaton: You're out of school early. Stiles: Yeah, free period, actually. Um, I was just headed home to see my dad. He's, uh... you know, I guess you probably heard people are kind of getting m*rder again. It's his job to figure it out. Deaton: I gathered as much from the sheriff title. Stiles: Yeah, um... You know, but it gets kind of hard for him to do his job when he doesn't have all the information. And we all know he's missing pretty much half the story here, right? So then I started thinking, and I remembered someone who does have a lot of information. Someone who always seems to know more than anyone else around here. You. [Grunting] Deucalion: See, the reason I'm always invested in new talent is simple. We all know a pack is strongest due to its individual parts. The stronger the individual parts, the greater the whole. When I lost my sight, one of my betas assumed I wasn't fit for my role anymore. He tried to take it from me. k*lling him taught me something about alphas I didn't know they could do. His power was added to mine. I became stronger, faster, more powerful than I'd ever been. I tested this new ability to subsume the power of your own by k*lling another one. In fact, Derek, I k*lled them all. I took the individual parts and became a greater individual whole. [Grunting] [Grunts] Deucalion: You're right, Kali. He looks like his mother. You'll get to know me, Derek. Like she did. Derek: I know you. [Grunts] I know what you are. You're a fanatic. Deucalion: Know me? You've never seen anything like me. I am the Alpha of alphas. [Thunder] I am the apex of apex predators! I am death, destroyer of worlds! I am the demon-wolf! [Thunder] [Dramatic music] ♪ ♪ Deucalion: Hate it when that happens. [Music playing] ♪ ♪ Danny: Wow, that's, like, really good. Lydia: I know, right? Danny: You should be in art class. Lydia: Maybe. Danny: Since you're not in music. ♪ ♪ Student: 15 minutes! Lydia: What? What's that? Danny: 15minute rule. The teacher didn't show up. Voice in recording: Recording piano, part three. [Piano playing] ♪ ♪ [Music stops] [Piano playing] ♪ ♪ [Cacophonous piano keys] [Dramatic music] ♪ ♪ [Suspenseful music] ♪ ♪ Stiles: All these symbols and things... the triskeles, the bank logo, the Mountain ash... all of it is from the Celtic druids. And anyone who has ever looked up human sacrifice before knows that the druids had a pretty big hard-on when it came to giving one up to the gods. You ever hear of the lindow man? 2,000-year-old body found in England? He was found strangled, head bashed in, throat cut. Threefold death. They also found pollen grains in his stomach. Guess what favorite druid plant that was. Deaton: Mistletoe. Stiles: I'm just telling you everything you already know, aren't I? Then why aren't you telling us? Deaton: Maybe because when you’ve spent every moment of the last ten years trying to push something away. Denying it. Lying about it. Becomes a pretty powerful habit. Stiles: All right, so this guy... is he a druid? Deaton: No. It's someone copying a centuries-old practice of a people who should have known better. Do you know what the word "druid" means in Gaelic? Stiles: No. Deaton: "Wise oak." The Celtic druids were close to nature. They believed they kept it in balance. They were philosophers and scholars. They weren't serial K*llers. Stiles: Yeah, well, this one is. [Phone vibrating] Stiles: Hey, I can't talk right now. Wait, what? Yeah, are you sure he's missing? Lydia: Not just missing. Taken. Deaton: Can we get a copy of this? Stiles: Hey, doc, any help would be, you know, helpful. Deaton: Each grouping of three would have its own purpose, its own type of power. Virgins, healers, philosophers, warriors... Stiles: wait, wait, wait, wait. Warrior, could that also be like a soldier? Deaton: Absolutely. Stiles: Kyle was in R.O.T.C. with Boyd. That's got to be it. That's the pattern. Deaton: Where's Boyd? Stiles: He's probably home by now. I'm gonna try and get him on the phone. Deaton: Lydia? Something wrong? Lydia: No, it was... I mean... I just thought of someone else with a military connection. Stiles: Who? [Wind bl*wing] [Suspenseful music] Isaac: Yeah, I wish I could have seen their faces. They look seriously pissed? Scott: Yeah. [Electronic music] Scott: Kind of like that. ♪ ♪ [Jacket hits locker] ♪ ♪ Unh! [Growls] [Bones crunching] [Roars] Isaac: We can take him. [Roars] Scott: Are you kidding? Isaac! [Grunting] [Growls] [Roars] [Grunting, bones crunching] Isaac: Who the hell is that? Scott: Deucalion. Deaton: This is just one of many possibilities. He could have simply left for the day. Stiles: Yeah, well... Not without this. Deaton: What? Stiles: This test is graded "R." Lydia: This one's an "H." Deaton: Stiles, you remember I told you "druid" is the Gaelic word for "wise oak"? Stiles: Yeah. Deaton: If a druid went down the wrong path, the wise oak was sometimes said to have become a dark oak. There's a Gaelic word for that as well... Darach. [Suspenseful music] ♪ ♪ Isaac: Ah... I don't get it. Look, did something happen? Derek: It's just not gonna work with both of you here. I've got Cora now. It's too much. I need you out tonight. [Scoffs] Isaac: Where am I supposed to go? Derek: Somewhere else. [Thunder] Isaac: Did I do something wrong, Derek? [Thunder] Derek: You're doing something wrong right now by not leaving. Isaac: Oh, come on. Derek: Just get out. Isaac: Derek, please. Derek: Get out. Isaac: Come on. Derek: Go! [Glass shatters] [Thunder] [Knocking at door] Scott: Come in, mom. Isaac: II was wondering if I could ask you a favor. Mr Harris: Please! Don't do this! [Whimpers] [Grunts, coughs] Mr Harris: I did what you asked. I did everything! They... they'll figure this out! And they're gonna find you. You still need me! [Sputters] [Thunder] [Suspenseful music]

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "03x04 - Unleashed"}

foreverdreaming

Previously on Teen Wolf... Jennifer: Aah! What do you want? Are you gonna k*ll 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 thr*at... get someone else to do it for you. Braeden: Derek. Isaac: They k*lled the girl that saved me. I'm gonna k*ll '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 m*ssacre... 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 d*ad. I can't believe Derek's d*ad. 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 b*mb 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 k*ll them first, that's the plan? Boyd: They won't even see it coming. Scott: Why is the default plan always m*rder? Just once, can someone try to come up with something that doesn't involve k*lling 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 b*at 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 thr*at. 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 k*lling one. Scott: I'm not like you. I don't have to k*ll people. Deucalion: Hm. Not yet. But situations come about, situations where you realize the only way to protect one person is to k*ll another. Scott: You wanna thr*at 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 h*t the button for penthouse? Peter: It's just me, your Uncle, Uncle Peter. Cora: Uncle Peter who k*lled sister Laura. Peter: Mm, not my finest hour, no. But I'm hardly the only dysfunctional family member. Did Derek mention that he k*lled 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 k*lled? 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? k*ll 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 d*ad. 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 k*ll 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 k*ll 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. 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? Stiles: 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: k*ll 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 k*ll 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 d*ad, 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?

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "03x05 - Frayed"}

foreverdreaming

Previously on Teen Wolf... Scott: I can't believe Derek's d*ad. Chris: We stay out of it. Allison: They're trying to k*ll my friends. How do I stay out of that? Derek: Your father locked you in a freezer in the basement to punish you. Lydia: I have no clue how I ended up finding that body. Stiles: So, you literally just showed up there. Lydia: Yeah. Alexander Argent: Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent (translation: "We hunt those who hunt us") Scott: I've seen worse. Stiles: Where have you seen worse? Coach: Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely. And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves! Allison: Lydia? Lydia: I don't like this place. Allison: I don't think the people who own this place like this place. It's just for a night. Lydia: A lot can happen in one night. Stiles: All right, so I have four. Scott: Four? You have four suspects? Stiles: Yeah, it was originally ten. Well, nine technically, I guess. I had Derek on there twice. Scott: So who's number one? Harris? Stiles: Just because he's missing doesn't mean he's d*ad. Scott: So if he's not d*ad, our chemistry teacher is out secretly committing human sacrifices. Stiles: Yeah, I guess that just sounded way better in my head. Scott: Well, what if it's somebody else from school? Like, you remember Matt? We didn't know that he was k*lling people. Stiles: Excuse me? I'm sorry, what? I... yes, we did. I called that from day one, actually. Scott: Yeah, but we never really seriously thought that it was Matt. Stiles: I was serious. I was quite serious, actually. Deadly serious. No one listened to me. Scott: Who were the other three? Stiles: Derek's sister, Cora. No one knows anything about her, and she's Derek's sister. Next, your boss. Scott: My boss? Stiles: Yeah, your boss. I don't really like the whole Obi-Wan thing he's got going on, you know. It freaks me out. Oh, my God. Have you still not seen Star Wars? Scott: I swear, if we make it back alive, I will watch the movie. Stiles: Just makes me crazy. Scott: Who was the last one? Stiles: Lydia. She was totally controlled by Peter, and she had no idea, so... Jennifer: Oh, God. This is a bad, very bad idea. I should be taking you to a hospital. Derek: No, no hospital. Jennifer: Derek, I can't... I can't hold you anymore. I'm losing you. Derek? Derek. Derek... Stiles: Yo. Hey. That was the same thing I was gonna get. Oh, hang on. You know what? I got a patented method for this. Don't worry. Allison: Lydia, did you get the new towels? Lydia... What are you doing? Scott: Looking for you. Allison: You found me... In the shower. Slightly naked, if you didn't notice. Scott: I've seen you naked before. Allison: Okay, well... remember, we're kind of not together anymore. Scott: We're still friends, right? We could just be closer friends. Maybe... it could even fix things between us. Allison: Scott. What are you doing? Are you okay? Scott: Yeah, I was, um... sorry, I don't remember. Lydia: Excuse me? The card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room, but somehow all of our towels reek of nicotine. Receptionist: Sorry about that, sweetheart. Lydia: What's that? That number? Receptionist: It's a kind of inside thing for the motel. My husband insists on keeping it up. Lydia: What do you mean? Receptionist: It's a little bit morbid, to be honest. You sure you want to know? Lydia: Tell me. Receptionist: We're not gonna make the top of anyone's list when it comes to customer satisfaction. Lydia: Obviously. Receptionist: But we are number one in California when it comes to one disturbing little detail. Since opening, more than any other motel in California, we have the most guest suicides. Lydia: 198? Receptionist: And counting. Chris: Do you want me to come pick you up? I don't mind a late night drive. Allison: No, no. It's okay. We're at a motel. Chris: The school paid for that? Allison: Yeah, yeah. It's not great, but it's just for a night. Chris: What's it called? Allison: The Glen Capri. Do you know it? Chris: Yeah, it... sounds familiar. Listen, sweetheart, I'm gonna hop in the car and come and get you guys. Allison: No, dad. Seriously, it's okay. Chris: If there's something you feel like you can't tell me, I just want you to know you can talk to me. We don't have to keep anything from each other. Allison: I know. Jennifer: Oh, my God. Derek: How bad? Jennifer: To be honest, the "oh, my God" would be for your unbelievable physique if it weren't for the fact that you're bleeding black blood. Derek... Oh, God, you're not dying, are you? Derek, please don't die. Derek! Not exactly how I imagined our first date. Allison: 198? Lydia: Yes, and we're talking 40 years. On average, that's... 4.95 a year, which is... actually expected. But who commemorates that with a framed number? Who does that? Who? Allison: All suicides? Lydia: Yes. Hanging, throat-cutting, pill-popping, both-barrels-of-a-g*n- in-the-mouth suicides. I don't know about you, but me, I... Man: Which... which one do you want? Lydia: Did you hear that? Allison: Hear what? Woman: I don't know. The smaller one, I guess. Man: It's okay. Smaller's better. There's less kick. I'll chamber the round. All right, so... Woman: Wait, wait. When do I... I mean, do you count? Man: Yeah, yeah, I'll... I'll... I'll count to three. Woman: So after three or on three? Man: You tell me. Allison: Lydia? Woman: One, two... Lydia: Oh, my God, oh, my God. Woman: Then pull the trigger. Lydia: Oh, my God. Man: I love you. Woman: I love you too. Man: One, two. Allison: What is it, Lydia? What happened? Lydia: Did you hear that? Allison: Hear what? Lydia: The two people in the other room... they sh*t each other. Allison: Lydia. Lydia: Hello? Allison: Lydia, what are you doing? Lydia: Hello? It had to be right here. It was a guy and a girl, and, I mean, they sounded younger, but... they were here. Allison: I believe you. After everything we've been through, I believe you. Alicia: Don't. Don't leave me. You weren't supposed to leave me. Boyd: Alicia? Alicia: Why did you leave me? Boyd: Alicia? Lydia: You know, there is something seriously wrong with this place. Hey, Allison, we need to leave. Allison: But they were suicides, not m*rder, and it's not like this place is haunted, right? Lydia: Maybe it is. You know, I bet that couple made their su1c1de pact in that very room. Maybe that's why they're renovating. Maybe they've been scraping brain matter off the wood paneling. Allison: Maybe we should find out. Isaac: Boyd? Mr Lahey: Hand me the 7/16 wrench. What the hell? This is the 9/16, you moron. You know what the difference between a seven and a nine is, dumb-ass? Isaac: You know what the difference between a seven and a nine is? It's a stripped bolt. Mr Lahey: A stripped bolt. Isaac: I'm sorry, I didn't... What do you want me to do? Mr Lahey: I want you to shut up. Isaac: I want you to shut up. Shut up, shut up. What can I do? I can't fix this now. I can't fix this now. I can't fix it. I can't fix it. Mr Lahey: I can't even keep it closed. Grab the chains. Isaac: What? Grab the chains. Get in. I said, get in. Mr Lahey: Are you not hearing me, son? Get in the damn freezer! Get in! Lydia: Well, there goes that. Allison: Didn't you say the sign said 198? Lydia: It was 198. I swear to God it was 198. Allison: Okay, what does that mean, that there's been three more suicides? Lydia: Or three more are about to happen. Scott: Hey, mom, what's up? Mom? Melissa: Scott? Scott: Mom, what's wrong? Melissa: I'm sorry, he just came in the house. I tried to stop him. I'm sorry. Scott: Who, mom? Mom, where are you? Melissa: Outside. Look outside. Deucalion: Scott... can you hear me? Scott: What do you want? Deucalion: Isn't it obvious? You're an Alpha now, Scott. Scott: I'm not. I'm not. Derek... Derek could still be alive. He could... Deucalion: He's d*ad. You know he is, so now I'm coming for you. You and everyone you love. I'm coming for all of them. Stiles: Hey, Scott, you okay? Ethan: Sorry. Danny: It's just books. Ethan: You brought homework? Well, should I let you get back to it? Danny: Hell no. Ethan: What's that? Danny: I have two of them, from a surgery I had to correct misshapen cartilage I was born with. I had a bar put in when I was 14. It stayed there for two years to support my sternum, so my heart and lungs wouldn't be crushed. Ethan: Well, what if there was a way you could make them disappear? Danny: I don't really want them to. They make me feel like a survivor. Ethan: I really hope you are. Danny: What, what's wrong? Ethan: Nothing. Danny: What? Ethan: Just give me a second. Danny: Ethan, you okay? Ethan: I'll be back in a minute. Allison: Last time I saw Scott act like that was during the full moon. Stiles: Yeah, I know. He was definitely a little off with me too, but actually, it was Boyd who was really off. I watched him put his fist through the vending machine. Lydia: See, it is the motel. Either we need to get out of here right now, or... someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism asap, before the werewolves go crazy and k*ll us. Stiles: Okay, just hold on, all right? What if it's not just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right? Allison: You mean like three sacrifices? Stiles: What if this time it's three werewolves? Allison: Scott, Isaac, and Boyd. Stiles: Maybe we were meant to come here. Lydia: Exactly! So can we get the hell out of here now? Please? Stiles: Wait, hang on. Let me see this. Allison: What is that? Stiles: "28year-old man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri." Lydia: Oh, no. Look at these two. They both mention the room 217. These are probably all the suicides that happened in this room. Allison: So if every room has a Bible... Lydia: There could be articles in all the rooms. Stiles: That's a beautiful thing. Most places leave a mint under the pillow. This one leaves a record of all the horrible deaths that occurred. Lydia: What if the room next door has the one about the couple? No, that was not locked before. Allison: Forget it. We need to get Scott, Isaac, and Boyd out of here. Lydia: I'm not the only one who heard that, am I? Allison: It sounds like someone turned the handsaw on. Stiles: Handsaw? Hey, no, Ethan, don't! Ethan: Aah! What just happened? Stiles: Ethan! Jennifer: Are you sure you want to do that? Derek: I have to find the others. They think I'm d*ad. Jennifer: Well, maybe that's a good thing. You know how many characters in literature use a false death to their advantage? You ever read Les Mis? Tale of Two Cities? Romeo and Juliet? Derek: They need to know. Jennifer: Do you have any idea how bad you look? You're like one giant open wound. I'm not entirely sure you aren't really d*ad. Ethan: Didn't you hear what I just said? I don't know how I got there or what I was doing. Stiles: Okay, you could be a little bit more helpful, you know? We did just save your life. Ethan: And you probably shouldn't have. Lydia: What now? Allison: I'll find Scott. You guys grab Isaac and Boyd. The best thing we can do is get them out of this place. Lydia: What? Why are you looking at me like that? Stiles: Oh, no, I w... Lydia: Stiles. Stiles: All right, Lydia. I didn't want to say anything, but this... everything we're going through... we've kind of been through something like this before, a lot like this. Lydia: What do you mean? When? Stiles: Your birthday party, the night you poisoned everyone with wolfsbane. Man: Do you remember what time it was when you last saw her? Young Boyd: I don't know. I can't remember. Man: Sometimes it helps to put yourself right back in the moment. Imagine you're seeing Alicia skating on the ice rink. Plenty of other people around, and then what? Young Boyd: And then she was just... she was just gone. I told you, I was watching her. I didn't want to skate anymore. I was tired, and I swear, I was watching her. Man: It's all right, Vernon. We're just trying to piece together what happened. Young Boyd: Is she d*ad? Is it my fault? Boyd: Is she d*ad? Is she d*ad? Is it my fault? Is she d*ad? Jennifer: You don't have any bandages or any kind of first aid anywhere. I looked. Derek: I usually don't need them. Jennifer: How do we fix you up? Derek: Time. You shouldn't be here. Jennifer: Why's that? Derek: Because you don't know me. You don't know anything about me. Jennifer: Maybe I have a feeling about you. Derek: It shouldn't be a good one. Everyone around me... everyone gets hurt. Jennifer: I've been hurt before. Derek: Not like this. Allison: Scott? Are you in here? Stiles: Lydia, I'm sorry, okay? Look, I didn't mean that you're trying to k*ll people, okay? I just... I just meant that maybe... maybe you're somehow involved in getting people to k*ll themselves, you know? Which now that I say that out loud, it just sounds really terrible, so I'm just going to stop talking. Lydia: Stiles... Do you hear that? Stiles: What? Woman: Stop. Please, just stop. What do you want? I don't know what you want. Stiles: Lydia, what do you hear? Lydia: A baby crying. Woman: Quiet! Lydia: I hear... I hear water running. Woman: It's time to sleep. Lydia: Oh, my God. Woman: We both going to sleep now. Lydia: She's drowning the baby! Someone's drowning! Stiles: He blocked it. He blocked the drain with something. I can't get to it. Lydia: What do we do? Stiles: Here, help me. Lydia: Is he d*ad? How long can a werewolf stay underwater? Stiles: You think I know that? Ow! Wait a sec, the heater. Heater... Ethan came out of it when he touched the heater. Lydia: What? Stiles: It's heat, heat, f*re. Heat does it, all right? We need something... We need f*re. Lydia: He's underwater. Stiles: Yeah, I'm aware of that. Lydia: Wait, wait. The bus. On the bus, they'll have emergency road flares. They have their own oxidizers. They can burn underwater. Stiles: Are you serious? Lydia: Yes, go! Stiles: I got 'em.What do I do? How do I do this? Lydia: The cap, it's like a match. The cap's a match. Stiles! Stiles: Yeah, I'm trying. Ooh. Stiles: Hey, Isaac. Got something here for you. Allison: I can't find Scott anywhere. Stiles: It's happening to him too, isn't it? Lydia: It has to be. Didn't you say there was another flare on the bus? Stiles: Yeah. I'll get it. Allison: Scott... Scott. Scott: There's no hope. Allison: What do you mean, Scott? There's always hope. Scott: Not for me. Not for Derek. Allison: Derek wasn't your fault. You know Derek wasn't your fault. Scott: Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting k*lled. Stiles: Scott, listen to me, okay? This isn't you, all right? This is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay? Now... Scott: What if it isn't? What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else? It all started that night, the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You and me, we were... we were... we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all. Stiles: Scott, just listen to me, okay? You're not no one. Okay? You're someone, you're... Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Scott, you're my brother. All right, so... so if you're gonna do this, then... I think you're just gonna have to take me with you. All right? Lydia: No! Coach: I don't want to know. I really don't want to know, but in case you missed the announcement, the meet's cancelled, so we're heading home. Pack it in. Pack it in! Ethan: I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life. Stiles: Actually, I saved your life, but not that it matters that much. It's just... it's minor detail. Ethan: So I'm gonna give you something. We're pretty sure Derek's still alive. But he k*lled one of ours. That means one of two things can happen. Either he joins our pack... Scott: and kills his own. Ethan: Or Kali goes after him, and we k*ll him. That's the way it works. Stiles: You know, your little code of ethics there is sort of barbaric, just F.Y.I. Coach: Hey, Ethan, I wanted to... Lydia: Coach, can I see your whistle for a second? What's that? Coach: Hey, Eth... I'm gonna need that back. Ethan... Lydia: Wolfsbane. Stiles: So every time the coach blew the whistle on the bus, Scott, Isaac, Boyd... Lydia: and Ethan. Scott: We all inhaled it. Allison: You were all poisoned by it. Stiles: So that's how the Darach got in their heads. That's how he did it. Coach: Hey, hey, hey, hey! Stilinski! Gerard: Twice in a month. Should I be flattered? Chris: In 1977, my Uncle Alexander Argent checked into the Glen Capri motel for a one-night stay. In room 217, he used a g*n to blow out the back of his skull. The autopsy report noted an unusual animal bite in his side. Gerard: If you already have all the information, what do you want from me? Chris: I want to know the Alpha that bit him. I want his name. Gerard: Deucalion.

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Previously on Teen Wolf... Derek: Everyone around me gets hurt. Deaton: Mountain ash is some of what you'll use to create the barrier. Deucalion: The only way to protect one person is to k*ll another. Chris: A certain level of electric current can keep you from transforming. Aah! Ethan: Derek k*lled one of ours. Either he joins our pack, or Kali goes after him, and we k*ll him. Melissa: Okay, keep pressure on it. The doctor's on her way. And does anyone know where Dr. Hilyard is? Oh, thank God. I'm starving. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Thank you for bringing me dinner. Scott: Is everything okay? Melissa: Except for half the accident victims in a ten car pile-up being rerouted here from downtown, and the E.R. attending not answering any of his pages, yeah, I'm okay. Scott: What does not answering pages mean? Melissa: It means that nobody can find him, so now we have to wait for the on call to get here. Patient: Miss. Melissa: Yes? Patient: Excuse me, can I kind of please have something for the pain? Melissa: Okay, I'm sorry. I know. But, actually, giving you something could complicate things, so we really just need to wait for the doctors. Okay? Patient: Yeah. Melissa: Okay. How much longer on Dr. Hilyard? Clinic Receptionist: Ten minutes. Scott: Uh, you know, I think that I read online that sometimes human contact can help with pain. Ethan: Someone... Someone help me! Oh, I need help! Dr Hilyard: It's Dr. Hilyard again. Can you let Melissa know that it may be more than ten minutes? I think there's an accident up ahead. Clinic Receptionist: Yeah, a ten car pile-up, which is why we need you here. Dr Hilyard: I'm going as fast as I can. Melissa: Okay, gentle, gentle, gentle! Scott: What did you do to him? Ethan: Nothing. He said he was having chest pains and trouble breathing, but it... it just kept getting worse. Melissa: This is not good. How much longer on Dr. Hilyard? His larynx has shifted to the side. I think it's a tension pneumothorax. Ethan: Mistletoe. Melissa: Can you two please go back to the waiting room? Ethan: Where are the nurses and the doctors? Where is everyone? Melissa: It's a full house tonight. They're tending to other patients. Scott: Okay, well, mom, how can we help? Melissa: Honey, you can't. His lung is collapsed. His heart is being pushed against his chest cavity, so... Scott: He's gonna die, isn't he? Melissa: No. No, he's not. Scott, you grab the tape. You grab those scissors and cut his shirt open. Okay. Scott: Mom, he's not breathing. Melissa: I know, I know. Okay. Dr Hilyard: How did you get in? Melissa: Okay, here we go. Danny: Thank you. Melissa: No problem. What? Scott: That was awesome. Melissa: It was no problem, you know? I mean, it wasn't a big deal. Ethan: I know you're not gonna believe me, but I didn't do anything. Scott: All I know is that the minute that you got here, you went right for Danny, and your brother went for Lydia. Ethan: We're not gonna hurt him. Scott: Why should I believe you? Ethan: Because we knew one of them was gonna be important to you, and now we know it's Lydia. What is it? Scott: So what are you saying? Sheriff: Hang on, hang on. They were both in the car? Stiles: No, dad, they're trying to tell you that it was two separate kidnappings, okay? Two doctors, both gone. Sheriff: So whose car is this? Melissa: Dr. Hilyard, the on-call doctor. The E.R. attending is the one that never made it in. Sheriff: Let me just focus on getting your story first, all right? Melissa: Yeah. Sheriff: Boys, give us a second. Scott: These are definitely sacrifices, right? Stiles: Yeah, it's the one Deaton mentioned, Healers. Scott: What about Danny? He threw up mistletoe. That's not a coincidence, and if he hadn't been with Ethan, he probably would've died. Danny's not a healer. I... Stiles: Can you hear that? Scott: They found a body. Cora: What does it mean? Derek: It means they're coming... Tonight. Melissa: Really, boys? Boys! What do you think you're doing? Issac: Uh, we were watching over you. Scott: We wanted to make sure you weren't the third sacrifice. Melissa: But both of you were asleep. Scott: You were on watch last. Isaac: What are you talking about? You were on watch last. Scott: No, you were on watch last. Isaac: I might've been on watch last. Melissa: My heroes. Wait, didn't you say that they were all doctors? I mean, I haven't had an M.D. Recently attached to the end of my name, so I think I'm in the clear. Scott: Yeah, but it could just come under any kind of healer, mom, and you were definitely a healer last night. Melissa: Yeah, well, I'm not gonna be anyone's human sacrifice today, so both of you get your butts to school. Jennifer: Good morning. As you all know, Mr. Harris is still missing... I mean, sick. Anyway, I'm filling in while we all hope and pray for a more qualified substitute to take my place. Okay, so let's get started, shall we? Stiles: Hey, my dad said that the E.R. attending wasn't strangled but did die from asphyxiation. They just don't know how. Scott:Do you think the on-call doctor could still be alive? Stiles: I don't know... But, Scott, there's got to be at least 20 other doctors in that hospital... at least, you know? Any one of them could be next. Scott: Hey, doc. Sorry, I'm in class right now. Can I call you back later? Deaton: Unfortunately, no. I honestly thought I might never have to burden you like this, but I'm afraid, at the moment, you're my only hope. I'm going to be taken. I need you to find me. Scott: Doc, doc, doc, doc? What's happening? Derek: Go back to school. Isaac: Well, actually, we can't. Boyd and I are incredibly and unbelievably sick. Derek: With what, brain damage? Isaac: Well, I have a migraine, and, uh, Boyd here has expl*sive diarrhea. Boyd: We're here to protect you. Derek: You're here to protect me? Well, I'm in trouble then. Isaac: Actually, Boyd here came up with a plan. Boyd: Yeah, I thought about the time Gerard had me and Erica locked up, tied up with electrical wires pushing current through us. I was wondering how we could do something like that... But on a bigger scale. Scott: How did you know? Sheriff: Stiles called me as soon as you left school. I'm sorry. Your boss's car is still here, and the back door was wide open. Scott... I need you to tell me everything. Boyd: In a pool of electrified water, it can take up to 50 milliamps to k*ll a normal human, less than the power it takes to turn on a light bulb. Derek: That's comforting. Boyd: If we disable the circuit interrupter in the building's electrical room, the current will keep coming, and anyone who steps foot in here, they'll get a pretty shocking surprise. Isaac: Especially someone who's barefoot. Sheriff: All right, we're doing everything we can. Right now, the best thing you can do is go back to school. Scott: We have to tell him. Stiles: You mean, like, tell him, tell him, or tell him something else that isn't telling him what I think you want to tell him? Scott: You know what I mean. Stiles: You remember how your mom reacted? She didn't look you in the eye for, like, a week. Scott: And she got over it, and... and it actually made us closer. Stiles: I don't know, dude. I mean, look at him. Come on, he's completely overwhelmed as it is. Scott: He's overwhelmed because he has no clue what's happening. He's got people dying in his town, the town that he's supposed to protect, and it's not his fault that he doesn't know what's happening. He's gonna find out sooner or later. Stiles: Yeah, but is now really the right time? Scott: What if not telling him now gets someone else k*lled? Stiles: What if telling him gets him k*lled, huh? I mean, okay, look, I get that Deaton's been like a father to you. I get that, okay? But this is m... Scott, this is my actual father. I can't... I can't lose both of my parents, all right? Not both of them. Scott: You're right. Stiles: No, I'm not. I'm not right. I'll tell him. Scott: I'll help you. Ms Morrell: Please, whatever you need, however you can help find my brother. Sheriff: Will you excuse us for a moment? Ma Morrell: Okay, listen closely, both of you. No sheriff, deputy, or Detective is going to be able to find him. Scott: You don't have to ask us for help. Ms Morrell: Actually, I'm trying to help you, because, if you're going to find my brother, then you need to use the one person who might actually have an ability to seek out the supernatural. Stiles: Lydia. Aiden: Aw, man. Where you going? Lydia: It's a f*re alarm. Aiden: When in high school has a f*re alarm actually been a real f*re? Lydia: That's exactly the kind of thing you'd expect two dumbass students to say just before getting b*rned alive. You first. Go. Cora: You don't have very good taste in guys, do you? Melissa: Hey. It's Dr. Hilyard, isn't it? Sheriff: Yeah. Melissa: Oh, God. Okay. Did she have ligature marks around her throat? Sheriff: No. How do you know about that? Melissa: I need you to take a look at the other body with me. I think I know how they both died, and I think it's gonna help you find Scott's boss. Lydia: Is there a problem? Cora: Yeah, Derek would like to kindly ask you to stop seeing Aiden, which means that if I catch you with him again, I'm not going to pull the f*re alarm. I'm going to pull your tongue out of your head. Lydia: Sweetheart, my last boyfriend was a homicidal lizard, so I think I can handle a werewolf. Let go. I said... Stiles: Let go. She said, let go. Lydia: A ouija board? Stiles: Also called a spirit board, and it's worth a sh*t. Lydia: A sh*t in the dark. Stiles: Could you just try it, please, okay? Let's not forget who this is for... Scott's boss, the guy who has saved our collective asses on more than one occasion. Cora: Oh, wait, should we all do this? Stiles: Yeah, yeah. You guys ready? Lydia: Yeah. Cora: Yes. Stiles: Where's Dr. Deaton? Lydia: What? Stiles: Aren't you gonna answer it? Lydia: Oh, I don't know the answer. I thought we were asking some sort of spirit. Cora: Well, do you know any spirits? Lydia: Is she for real? Deucalion: Do you know what a metronome is, Scott? It's a tool to help you maintain a steady rhythm once you've set the tempo. Something tells me the tempo of your life has sped up considerably in the last few hours. If you'd like, I could help slow it down to a more manageable pace. Scott: How? Deucalion: By helping you find Deaton. Stiles: Okay, these are Deaton's keys for the clinic. Close you're eyes, and I'm gonna put 'em in your hand, and then we're just gonna try and see if you can feel out for his location. It's called psychometry. Lydia: I'm not a psychic. Stiles: You're something! Okay? Just, Lydia, put out your hand, and... Lydia: Hmm. Stiles: What? Lydia: They're cold. Stiles: Lydia, concentrate, please? Trying to save lives here, for the love of God. Yeah, what is it? What do you see? Lydia: Nothing. Deucalion: Your heart's pounding, but it's not fear. It's anger. I bet I know what you're thinking. Does he have something to do with Deaton's disappearance? Tell you what. If you can take the cane away from me, I'll tell you exactly where he is. Now, what do you think? Impressive, but you know I'm not the one slashing up innocent people, praying to ancient gods or gathering herbs, or whatever the hell druids are supposed to do. I am part of a pack that wants Derek d*ad, though. Kali is coming him for him, so there's a difficult choice you're about to face, because someone is going to die tonight, and whether that's Derek or Deaton, that's up to you. Scott: Just tell me where he is. Deucalion: I'll give you a very important clue. Let the current guide you. Lydia: a*t*matic writing? Stiles: Lydia, what are you doing? What... what the hell is that? Lydia: A tree. Stiles: A tr… Lydia, you're supposed to be writing words, like in sentences, something like a location, something that would tell us where he is. Lydia: Well, maybe you should've said that. Cora: Isn't she supposed to be some kind of genius? Lydia: Genius? Yes. Psychic, no. Honestly, I don't know why you're even bothering with me anyway. I mean, especially since it's obvious you should be talking to Danny. Stiles: What? Why Danny? Scott: Because... Last night, he was a target. But it wasn't a sacrifice. Melissa: The problem with no ligature marks around the neck is that both doctors were still asphyxiated, so the question is... Sheriff: How did they suffocate if they weren't strangled? Melissa: Right. Now, take a look at the wrist marks. What do they tell you? Sheriff: His hands were tied. Melissa: Not just tied. Look how deep they go. I don't think that's just from struggling to get out. I think he was suspended. Hanging like that, that means they would have to keep lifting their bodies up in order to breathe. Eventually, they would lose strength and they wouldn't be able to lift themselves up. It's how people used to die from crucifixion. Sheriff: So you think Deaton is somewhere right now, hanging by his wrists? Melissa: Yeah. Sheriff: And when he no longer has the strength to pull himself up to catch a breath, how long before he dies? Melissa: Minutes. Cora: But isn't Danny still in the hospital? Stiles: Yeah. That's where we're going right now. Scott: I'll meet you there. Stiles: Why? Isaac: Is this gonna k*ll him? Boyd: I hope so. Allison: So I was looking through one of his drawers, and I found this. He wasn't supposed to be back yet. Scott: What do I do? Where do I go? Allison: What are you doing? Scott: Nothing. Allison: Part of you is doing something. Scott: Oh, sorry. Allison: Stop. Scott: I kind of don't have control over that. Allison: Okay, well, I'll turn around. Scott: Yeah, totally. Allison. Allison: What? Scott: That's worse. Allison: Shh, shh, shh, shh. See this map? Last time we were in here talking, my dad put a book over it. There was something about way he did it. It was like... it was like he was trying to cover it. Scott: I don't see anything. Allison: Yeah, you can't until you use this. He's been tracking and marking everything. Cora and Boyd at the bank, the office in the penthouse above us, all of the d*ad bodies. He has a symbol for where someone was taken, and then a different mark for where the bodies are found, see? Now here's the scary part. There have been six sacrifices, right? There are 12 markings on the map. Scott: What? What does that mean? Did your dad find other bodies and not tell anyone? Allison: I don't think so. I think he knows where the body is going to be found, so one of these six locations, one of these, is where Deaton could end up. I mean, it doesn't tell us where he's being kept right now, but... Scott: but it's close to figuring it out. Allison: Yeah. Chris: Hey. I, uh, I didn't hear you come in. Allison: Yeah, I was just doing some homework. Stiles: Danny, you awake? Danny? Danny: Wow. What are you doing? Stiles: I’m not doing anything, Danny. This is just a dream that you're having. Danny: Why are you going through my stuff? Stiles: Right, but only in the dream, remember? Dream. Dreaming. Danny: Why would I dream about you going through my stuff? Stiles: I don't know that, Danny, okay? It's your dream. Take responsibility for it. Shut up and go back to sleep. Danny boy, you might've actually found something here. Scott: Deaton's got to be at one of the six locations, but they're all over town. I don't know how we can get to all of them fast enough. Stiles: Well, we might not have to. Danny was doing a project on something for Mr. Harris's physics class, and I think it actually means something. Scott: What project? Stiles: Something on telluric currents. Scott: Did you say currents? Stiles: Yeah. Isaac: Isn't the light on that supposed to be on? Derek: Yeah. Isaac: What does it mean if it's not? Derek: Someone cut the auxiliary power. Boyd: What about the main... Isaac: Derek... What do we do now? Derek: We fight. Kali: Gonna be honest, Derek. When Ennis died, I thought to myself I'd just go for it. Find you and k*ll you, wherever you stood. Then I remembered how you surround yourself with these teenagers, hiding behind them, and I thought, "what's a girl got to do to get you alone?" You and me Derek, or they tear her apart. What do you say? You think you can b*at me one on one? Derek: I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth. Cora: Okay, so, what does this kid's homework have to do with finding Deaton? Stiles: Because it's not just homework, okay? It's a project on geomagnetic fields. They flow through the earth. They can even be affected by lunar phases, all right? Now, look at this. This is a note from Harris on Danny's proposal. Lydia: "I strongly advise you to choose another subject. The ideas here, while innovative and thoughtful, border on pseudo-science. Not suitable for class." Scott: Harris wasn't just a sacrifice. He knew something. Stiles: Now, check this out. Allison's dad wasn't the only one with a map, all right? Danny had one too. Danny marked all the telluric currents, okay? Now, the weird thing about beacon hills is that it actually is a beacon. You wouldn't believe how much energy flowing through the earth is around this town. Scott: Stiles, look, they match. All right, there's three places, right? Where they're kidnapped, and then the place where their body was found. Lydia: Look, that's right on the telluric current. Scott: So, maybe where he was sacrificed is somewhere in between. Stiles: Let me see that. You said there's six more bodies to be found. Deaton's one of them. Got to be somewhere in between, right? Cora: Stop. He's in the vault. He's in the same vault. Lydia: Guys, hold on. Stiles: Lydia, we don't have time. Cora: It's Boyd. The plan didn't work. They cut the power. Stiles: It's just like he said. Go. I can save Deaton myself. Stiles: What? Scott, what about us? Scott: Cora can't get there fast enough without you. Go. We can save both of them. Stiles: All right, let's go. Isaac: Uhh! Derek! Derek: No! Isaac: Wait! Sheriff: Scott! Let me give it a sh*t. Stiles: Okay, what do we do? Stiles: We pull them. Pull all of them. Kali: Take him! I'm giving you till the next full moon, Derek. Make the smart choice. Join the pack... Or next time I'm k*lling all of you. Boyd: It's okay. Derek: No, no. No, it's not. It's not. Boyd: It's all okay, Derek. Derek: I'm... l'm sorry. Boyd: The full moon. That feeling... That was worth it. There's a lunar eclipse. I always wondered what... What that felt like for one of us. For one of us... Erica: Boyd, what do you think will happen to us on the lunar eclipse? They last for hours, you know, because it's just the earth's shadow. I wonder what will happen to us. Maybe it'll make us stronger. I hope it'll make us stronger. Boyd. Chris: If you know something about him and you're reluctant to tell me, try remembering it's a long list of favors and penance before you're redeemed in my eyes. You're gonna tell me the story, and you're gonna tell me the truth. Allison: Surprised to see me? Gerard: Only surprised that its taken you this long. Scott: How'd you find us? Sheriff: The vials in the clinic with the Celtic symbols on 'em? I knew that one of 'em looked familiar. Deaton: Sheriff, thank you for being one hell of a Detective. Sheriff: You bet. Let's get you an ambulance. Deaton: Your eyes were red. Bright red. Scott: How is that possible? Sheriff: Paramedics are on their way. I'll be back in half a minute. Deaton: It's rare. It's something that doesn't happen within 100 years, but every once in a while a beta can become an Alpha without having to steal or take that power. They call it a true Alpha. It's one who rises purely on the strength of the character, by virtue, by sheer force of will. Scott: You knew this would happen. Deaton: I believed. From the moment I knew you were bitten, I believed. Scott: You're not the only one. Deaton: No. Deucalion isn't after Derek. He's after you.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "03x07 - Currents"}

foreverdreaming

Previously on Teen Wolf... Derek: You don't know me. You don't know anything about me. Stiles: That was Derek Hale. His family... they all b*rned to death in a f*re, like, ten years ago. Lydia: Is this is your house? Young Peter: Was. Scott: Who are they? Derek: Hunters... the kind who've been hunting us for centuries. Gerard: We k*ll them all. Derek: It's our sign for a vendetta, for revenge. Deucalion: Someone is going to die tonight. Derek: No. Everyone around me gets hurt. Unknown Werewolf: You're a Hale, aren't you? Hunter: Is this the one? Chris: k*lled two of ours. Find the others. Bring them back alive. Alive. We go by the code. Cora: They were there for two days, waiting, hiding. That's what we're taught to do when the hunters find us... hide and heal. Stiles: Okay, so is two days standard, then, or are we thinking Derek's on, like, some extended getaway? Cora: Why do you care? Stiles: Why do I care? Let's see... because over the last few weeks, my best friend's tried to k*ll himself. His boss nearly got ritually sacrificed. A girl that I've known since I was three was ritually sacrificed. Boyd was k*lled by alphas. I... do you want me to keep going? 'Cause I can, all right? For, like, an hour. Cora: You think Derek can do anything about that? Stiles: Well, since he's the one everyone seems to be after, it's more like he should do something about it, yeah. Cora: I don't know. There's something different about him now. He wasn't like this when we knew him. Stiles: What was he like? Peter: A lot like Scott, actually. A lot like most teenagers... unbearably romantic, profoundly narcissistic, tolerable really only to other teenagers. Stiles: And so what happened? What changed him? Peter: Well, the same thing that changes a lot of young men... A girl. Stiles: You're telling me some girl broke his little heart? That's why Derek is the way he is? Peter: Do you remember Derek before he was an Alpha had blue eyes? Do you know why some wolves have blue eyes? Stiles: I just always thought it was, like, a genetic thing. Peter: If you want to know what changed Derek, you need to know what changed the color of his eyes. Gerard: Mm. Did you bring him? Oh. Oh, come in, Scott, and give an old man a little something for his pain. Allison: You don't have to do this. Gerard: If you want me to talk, this is how it's going to happen. Scott: If I do this, you have to tell us everything you know. Gerard: Everything. Ah. Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Guy: What are you gonna do? Paige: Hey, do you guys mind? I'm trying to practice. Young Derek: How do you know we're not trying to practice here too? Paige: Yeah, well, see, I was practicing in the music room, and I'm pretty sure basketball practice takes place in the gym. Young Derek: Well, I'm pretty sure basketball practice takes place anywhere you got a basketball. See? Wait. Hold on. Hold on. If you can get the ball from me... maybe I'll stop. Come on. It'll be easy. Oops. Guys : Come on lover boy Young Derek: Sorry about that. Paige: Whatever. Young Derek: Hey, what's your name? Paige: I'm trying to practice, if you didn't notice. Young Derek: Okay. I'll just leave you alone, then... after you tell me your name. Paige: All right, I'll tell you my name if you can play one instrument in this room. Young Derek: One? Paige: Just one. Young Derek: Any of 'em? Paige: My name's Paige. Now please go, so I can practice. Young Derek: My name's... Paige: I know who you are. Gerard: They found a third body? Allison: Another doctor, right after Scott found Deaton. Gerard: Right after? Almost like it was expected he'd survive. Scott: What's that supposed to mean? Gerard: How do you know your dark druid isn't your wise veterinarian himself? Maybe he knew you'd find him. Maybe he planned it that way. Scott: He would never let anyone innocent die. Gerard: Don't be so sure. You'd be surprised how far some people would go to get rid of someone like Deucalion. Allison: Or someone like you? Gerard: I don't go easily, though, do I? You know, Scott, you've made me something of a celebrity here. I'm a medical mystery. The cancer is now virtually undetectable, but the doctors have no clue why my body keeps producing and ejecting this bizarre black fluid. Scott: I did what you wanted me to do. Tell us how to b*at him. Gerard: You can't. I've tried. Allison: Then this is a complete waste of time. He doesn't know anything. Sorry you did this. Let's go. Gerard: Wait. I can tell you one thing. Deucalion may have lost his eyes, but he's not always blind. Stiles: Okay, so if Derek was a h*m* back then, how old was he? How old were you? How old are you now? Peter: Not as young as we could have been, but not as old as you might think. Stiles: Okay, that was frustratingly vague. How old are you? Cora: I'm 17. Stiles: See, that's an answer. That's how we answer people. Cora: Well, 17 how you'd measure in years. Stiles: All right, I'm just gonna drop it. What happened to Derek and the cello girl? Peter: What do you think happened? They were teenagers. One minute, it's, "I hate you, don't talk to me." The next, it's frantic groping in any dark corner they could manage to find themselves alone for five minutes. Their favorite dark corner was an abandoned distillery outside of Beacon Hills. Stiles: All right, hold up. How do you know all this? You just said that they were alone. Peter: Back then, I wasn't just Derek's Uncle. I was his best friend, his closest confidante. That's how I know. Young Derek: What? Paige: Why do you like me? Young Derek: What's that supposed to mean? Paige: Why do you like me? Young Derek: Why do you think I like you? Paige: Honestly, I think, at first, you liked me because I didn't like you. Young Derek: So now you're worried that now that I know you like me that I'm gonna stop liking you? Paige: Not worried. Just wondering when. Young Derek: What if I never stop liking you? Paige: What? Did you hear something? What's wrong? Young Derek: Something happened here. Paige: What do you mean? Young Derek: I caught a scent. It's blood. All right, now I definitely heard something. Paige: Derek, I don't hear anything. Young Derek: We have to go. Come on. Let's go. Ennis: There. You see it? They dragged him here, an arrow in his throat, and they hung him and cut him in half. They k*lled one of ours. Kali: One of yours. Why should I care about one of your pack? Laura Hale: 'Cause the hunters don't discern packs, especially the Argents. Deucalion: But they do discern motive Ennis, why did they k*ll him? Marco: Because your young, naive beta k*lled one of them. Deucalion: Marco. Marco: He k*lled a hunter, didn't he? Ennis: Accidentally. Gerard: They were all there... Ennis, Kali, Deucalion... each with their own packs, before they'd k*lled them all and decided to form their little all-star team. Allison: But they didn't all live here, did they? Gerard: No, but there was an exceptionally powerful Alpha who did live here. She had a capacity to shape-shift that was rare among her kind. That made her something of a leader, the kind of person that they would go to for advice and guidance... Talia Hale. Talia: It's his right. We're not the only people to adhere to rituals thousands of years old. Deucalion: Which is no excuse for not evolving. Ennis: They ripped his claws right out of his fingers. How is that evolving? Useless debate. I'm done with it. Deucalion: Ennis, don't. Don't make us part of a historical cliche. With two such powers, it never ends at an eye for an eye. A skirmish becomes a w*r. A m*rder becomes a m*ssacre. And we end up no better than our enemies. Peter: Our mark for vendetta. Stiles: Man, you guys really take that revenge thing to, like, a whole new level, don't you? Cora: It's not just revenge. Losing a member of your pack isn't like losing family. It's like you lose a limb. Peter: They wouldn't even let him see the body. Sheriff: Somebody called for a... Whoa. Ennis: I want his body. It belongs to me... both halves. Sheriff: First off... you need to step back. I'm just a deputy. I do what I'm told. And right now they're telling me there's a young man who was sh*t in the throat with an arrow and literally cut in half. This is a homicide investigation. Second, no matter how close you were... you're not related. Ennis: He was family to me. Cora: I don't get it. What does this have to do with Derek? Peter: Everything. It's never just a single moment. It's a confluence of events. Personally, I looked at Ennis' circumstances, I saw a profound loss. Derek saw something different. He saw opportunity. Stiles: Opportunity? To do what? Peter: To always be with her. Paige: What are you staring at? Young Derek: I'm not staring. I'm listening. Am I distracting you? Paige: No, I've got laser-like focus. Young Derek: You sure about that? Paige: I hate you. Young Derek: No, you don't. You love me. Paige: Hate you. Young Derek: You love me. Peter: The thing was, he had this constant fear. He was obsessing over it, thinking about it all night, all day, always on his mind. Young Peter: Why does she eat alone? Young Derek: What are you doing here? Young Peter: I'm looking out for my favorite nephew, making sure no one has a crossbow aimed at your throat. Young Derek: I could get you banned from school grounds. You know that, right? Young Peter: No one would ban me from anywhere. I'm too good-looking. Doesn't she have any friends? Young Derek: A few, but she likes to study during lunch. and I kind of just don't think she likes my friends. Young Peter: No one should like your friends. They're a bunch of hormonal half-wits. But that one over there... she's perfect for you. And perfect combinations are rare in an imperfect world. It would worry me too, though. I'd probably be thinking about it all the time. Young Derek: Thinking about what? Young Peter: Her finding out. You've thought that through, right? You know it always happens. One minute, you're in this blissful teen romance, and next, she sees fangs, glowing eyes, claws. Young Derek: She doesn't have to find out. Young Peter: But they always do... especially when they're perfect for you. There's really only one way to make sure you'll always be together. Turn her. Peter: I kept telling him not to do it. Every day the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became. You know teenagers. I bet he even blames me. He's probably convinced himself the whole thing was my idea. Young Peter: I have the perfect idea. Young Derek: Go away. Young Peter: Laura told you about the packs being here, right? There are more alphas than I've ever seen in one place. Your mother would never do it. And these packs won't be here much longer. The time to do it is now. One little bite, and she never gets sick again. She stays younger, more beautiful. Think how she'll be able to protect herself. Derek... the bite is a gift. Gerard: What is that? Chris: A Celtic five fold knot... It's a druid symbol. The air's different in here. Do you feel it? I think I know what this place is. Gerard: Is that blood? Chris: Sacrificial blood. We're in a nemeton. It's a sacred meeting place. Ancient Celtic druids would usually choose a large, older tree in a grove. It would represent the center of the world. There was a belief that cutting or harming the tree in any way would cause serious problems for the surrounding villages. Gerard: What sort of problems? Chris: Fires, plagues, strife... death and destruction of all kinds. Allison: How does he know all about Celtic symbols and druids? Gerard: Know thy enemy, Allison. The older wolves had a relationship with the druids. They called them emissaries. Scott: Like my boss, Deaton. Gerard: Do you know the myth of Lycaon? Scott: I know it's where we get the word "lycanthropy." Gerard: According to myth, some Greek citizens believed they owed their lives more to Prometheus than to the gods of Olympus. And some followers even took names to honor the titans instead of the gods. Scott: Like Deucalion. Gerard: The son of Prometheus. Lycaon didn't just refuse to honor the gods. He challenged them. He invited Zeus to a banquet and then tried to serve him the flesh of a human being. Angered, Zeus blew the place apart with lightning bolts and then punished Lycaon and his sons by turning them into wolves. The part that's lesser known is how Lycaon sought out the druids to help turn him back to human. Scott: Why druids? Gerard: The belief was that the ancient druids knew how to shape-shift. They couldn't make Lycaon and his sons human again, but they did teach them how to shift back and forth. And so the druids became important advisors to the packs. Cora: They keep us connected to humanity. But they're a secret even in the pack. Sometimes only the Alpha knows who the emissary is. Derek and I had no idea about Deaton. Peter: Or his sister, Morrell. Stiles: She's an emissary too? Peter: For the Alpha pack. Stiles: Our guidance counselor? Why the hell don't you people tell me any of this stuff, huh? I shared some really intimate details with her. Cora: And did she give you good advice? Stiles: Actually, yeah. Peter: That's what they do. That's what Deaton used to do for Talia. Deaton: While I admire your willingness to extend an olive branch, I have to tell you, it might not be welcome. Talia: And I'm not sure that Gerard is the one to accept it. Deaton: It's true. The Argents have a matriarchal leadership. Talia: Actually, I was speaking about the fact that he's a complete psychopath. The man cuts people in half with a broadsword. Deucalion: Do the two of you really have so little faith in people? You think Gerard isn't worried about the deaths on his own side? Deaton: Do you know the story of the scorpion and the frog? Deucalion: I have a feeling I'm about to hear it. Deaton: When the scorpion asked the frog to carry him across the river, the frog said, "how do I know you won't sting me?" The scorpion replied, "why would I do that? Then we'd both drown." So the frog agreed. Halfway across the river, the scorpion stung the frog. When the frog asked him why he did it, since now they would both die, the scorpion replied... "It's my nature." Your faith in humanity may not matter if you underestimate Gerard's nature. Talia: Make sure you meet him on neutral ground. And do not walk in there alone. Deucalion: I'm an Alpha. I never walk alone. Paige: Derek? Derek, is that you? Cora: Ennis? Why would he choose him? Peter: Why not? Ennis needed a new member for his pack. Paige was young and strong. Doing a favor for Derek meant Ennis would be in good with Talia. Back then, everybody wanted to be in good with her. Stiles: He doesn't remember it was Ennis, does he? Peter: If he does, he keeps it to himself. Stiles: So then what happened? Did he turn her? Peter: Almost. He came at Ennis. A 15year-old boy against a giant. There was no reason for him to fight. She'd already been bitten. Gerard: I wasn't really surprised when Deaton came to arrange a meeting with Deucalion. As William Blake said, "any sinister person who means to be your enemy always start by trying to become your friend." Scott: How do you know he wasn't going there to make peace? Gerard: Because I'm not an idiot. Do you know the sanskrit fable of the scorpion and the turtle? Scott: Yeah, the scorpion asks the turtle for a ride across the river. Gerard: And when the scorpion stings the turtle, dooming them both, what does he say to explain his behavior? Scott: "It's my nature." Gerard: I know a werewolf's nature. I knew exactly what was coming... a trap. I think it's quite fitting that we are meeting in a distillery. You know, the process of distillation is the separating of two substances by pushing them into their different volatile states. Deucalion: Volatile is exactly the state I was hoping to avoid. Gerard: Ooh. Then this is going to come as quite a big disappointment. Deucalion: What have you done? Allison: They att*cked you? Gerard: It was an ambush. One of the earliest w*apon used by man was the spiked mace. i've made one of my own. I'd love to get your opinion on it. Deucalion: Your own people... Gerard: They wanted peace too. Look what you did to them. Cora: So did she turn? Peter: She should have. Most of the time, the bite takes. Most of the time. Stiles: When you offered it to me, you said, "if it doesn't k*ll you." Peter: If. Young Derek: What's happening to her? Peter: He knew the answer, though. It didn't matter that she was young and strong. Some people just aren't made for this. But she fought. She struggled desperately, trying to survive. Deucalion: Don't. Don't do this. I had a vision, a vision of peace. Gerard: A little shortsighted... wouldn't you say? Young Derek: I'm sorry. Paige: I knew. Young Derek: What do you mean? Paige: Right after I told you my name, I think I knew. I've seen things in this town before, things no one really could explain. And then there's the way that you talk... how you say things, like how you'd catch a scent. And I know you can hear things, things that no one else can hear. I knew. Young Derek: And you still liked me? Paige: I loved you. I'm gonna die... aren't I? Ow. I can't. I can't take it anymore. Derek, I can't. Derek... Please. Please. Young Derek: Okay. It’s alright. I’m sorry. Peter: I remember taking her body from his arms, to the woods, to a place where I knew that it would be found... another in a long line of Beacon Hills animal att*cks. Cora: And what about Derek? Peter: Taking an innocent life takes... Something from you as well, a bit of your soul... darkening it, dimming the once brilliant, golden yellow to a cold, steel blue... like mine. Deaton: I'm sorry.The eyes will heal physically, but... your sight is… Deucalion: Leave me alone. Marco, I said... leave me alone. Marco: You are alone. Scott: He sees as a wolf? Gerard: He's not always blind. Allison: Maybe we can use it against him. Gerard: Scott. Oh, I think about you sometimes, Scott. I do. I wonder, what if I'd done things differently? Getting the bite to cure my cancer. And I wonder when it became my nature to believe most things couldn't be asked for but had to be taken. Scott: I don't believe you. The whole time that you were telling your story, I was listening to your heartbeat. It never went up. It never went down. It was steady the whole time. Gerard: Because I was telling the truth. Scott: Or because you're a really good liar. If you lied and it gets people hurt... I'll be back to take away more than your pain. Cora: What? What's this... what's this look on your face? Stiles: What look? Cora: The kind of look that makes me want to punch you. Stiles: Oh, my God. You are so Derek's sister. I forgot. Cora: Well, what is with the look? Stiles: I just don't believe him. All right, in Ms. Blake's class, we're reading Heart of Darkness, and it's in first person, right? Narrated by Marlow. The thing is that he's... he's an unreliable narrator. You know the details of it have changed, you know, just because of his perspective. Cora: Well, then we heard the story from Peter's perspective. Stiles: Right, and I don't think we got the whole story. Cora: So, what, are... Are you just gonna ask Derek about the girl he fell in love with and then k*lled? Stiles: If I have to... Yeah. Talia: Derek. Young Derek: I did something... Something terrible. Talia: I know. Young Derek: My eyes... they're different. Talia: Different, but still beautiful... Just like the rest of you.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "03x08 - Visionary"}

foreverdreaming

Previously on Teen Wolf... Deaton: If a druid went down the wrong path, there's a Gaelic word for that as well: Darach. Scott: If these aren't random killings, then what are they? Stiles: Sacrifices. Virgins, healers, warriors. Gerard: How do you know your dark druid isn't your wise veterinarian himself? Allison: He's been tracking and marking everything... all the d*ad bodies. Lydia: I'm not a psychic. Stiles: You're something! Deputy Tara: What are you guys doing here so late? Danny: Practice for a recital tomorrow. Why? Something wrong? There is something wrong, isn't there? Deputy Tara: Someone made a 911 call. All of you need to leave now. If you see anyone else, tell them the same thing. Dispatch, this is unit ten. Do you copy? Dispatch, do you copy? This is Deputy Graeme with the sheriff's department. Step out with your hands in the air. This is the sheriff's department. Come out now. Stiles: Where is she? Allison: Over here. Stiles: Lydia? Lydia: It's the same thing. Same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different, and ended up here. And you told me to call you if there's a d*ad body. Stiles: You found a d*ad body? Lydia: Not yet. Stiles: "Not yet"? What do you mean "not yet"? Lydia, you're supposed to call us after you find the d*ad body. Lydia: Oh, no, I'm not doing that again. You find the d*ad body from now on. Stiles: How are we supposed to find the d*ad body? You're always the one finding the d*ad body. Scott: Guys. I found the d*ad body. Sheriff: Excuse me. Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Back it up. I know what you're thinking. I know you've got all these ideas about patterns and people dying in threes... Stiles: Dad, m*rder, okay? Sacrificed, actually. Sheriff: I've got half the state, including the FBI, coming in on this. They're not getting away with k*lling one of our own. Stiles: Dad, they k*lled Tara. How many times did she help me with my math homework when I had to wait at the station for you? Sheriff: Just, uh, get to class, okay? Chris: I heard about the recital tonight, the, uh, thing to honor the losses at school. Allison: They were m*rder, dad, not losses. Chris: But your friends will be there, right? Allison: Yeah, I guess. Chris: Want me to take you? Allison: I don't think I'm feeling up for it. Chris: Okay. I get it. Take as many days as you need. School can wait. Allison: What do you think you're doing? Isaac: You weren't at school. Allison: Did Scott send you? Is he checking up on me? Isaac: Uh, uh, maybe he's worried about you. Allison: I can take care of myself. Isaac: Yeah, I've noticed. More than once. Jennifer: Idioms, analogies, metaphors, and similes, all tools the writer uses to tell their story. Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents. Lydia: You and every guy I've ever dated. Jennifer: Oh, um, well, that was an idiom, by the way. Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture. They're phrases that only make sense if you know key words. Saying "jump the g*n" is meaningful only if you know about the starting g*n in a race, or a phrase like "seeing the whole board." Stiles: Like chess. Jennifer: That's right, Stiles. Do you play? Stiles: Uh, no. My father does. Jennifer: Now, when does an idiom become a cliche? Scott: I think I can get to Ethan. I'm pretty sure I can make him talk. Stiles: What do you want to do that for? Scott: The druids are emissaries, right? So what if the Darach was an emissary to the alphas? Stiles: Okay, first of all, I cannot believe that we've gotten to the point where a sentence like "what if the Darach was an emissary to the alphas?" Actually makes sense to me. Second of all, we're gonna have a huge problem getting to Ethan. Scott: What's that? Stiles: Going through Aiden. Aiden: This whole thing with Danny, it needs to stop. Ethan: He's harmless. And Lydia's the one we're supposed to worry about. Aiden: Then why are you still talking to Danny? Ethan: What difference does it make? Aiden: What do you think we're doing here? You know we're not actual high school students, right? We're here to eliminate a thr*at, not hold hands and pass notes in class. Ethan: And now, we know he's harmless. thr*at eliminated. Aiden: You're starting to like him. Ethan: So what? Aiden: So if Deucalion asks you, would you k*ll him? Ethan: If Deucalion asks you, would you k*ll me? Aiden: Stop talking to Danny... Or I'm gonna rip the flesh off his face... and eat it. Stiles: Ever since he's been back at school, they're always together. How are we gonna separate them again? Lydia: What now? What's that look for? Aiden: Nothing. I'm just kind of surprised. You've barely talked to me since... Lydia: Since what? Since you k*lled Boyd? Aiden: I told you that was Kali. I didn't have a choice. Lydia: I thought you were all alphas. Aiden: Yeah, well, it's not as Democratic as it sounds. And if you're thinking I should be all filled with remorse, try and remember Derek k*lled Ennis. Lydia: So it's his turn to k*ll someone now.Is that it? Aiden: Maybe. Maybe like the time he and Boyd tried to k*ll you. Lydia: How'd you know about that? What the hell is that? Aiden: Derek. Ethan: Why are you even talking to me? I helped k*ll your friend. How do you know I'm not gonna k*ll another one? Stiles: Is he looking at me? Are you thr*at me? You know what I'm gonna do? I'm going to break off an extra large branch of Mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking... Scott: Whoa, Stiles, okay. We get it. We're talking to you because I know that you didn't want to k*ll Boyd. And I think that if something like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again. Ethan: You don't know what we owe them, especially Deucalion. We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him. We weren't alphas. Scott: What were you? Ethan: Omegas. Aiden: Derek? Lydia: Aiden, stop, please. Aiden: I'm right here, Derek. Lydia: I'll scream. Aiden: You want a fight, Derek? Come and get me. Ethan: In actual wolf packs, omegas are the scapegoat, the last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack. Stiles: So you and your brother were, like, the bitches of the pack? Ethan: Something like that. Scott: What happened? Ethan: They were K*llers. I mean, people talk about us as monsters. Well, they were the ones who gave us the reputation. And our Alpha was the worst of them. Stiles: Why didn't you guys just fight back? Form voltron wolf, you know? Kick everyone's asses? Ethan: We couldn't, we didn't know how to control it back then. Scott: Deucalion taught you. Ethan: And then, we fought. We took down the whole pack, one-by-one. And by the time we got to our Alpha, he was begging for his life. And we tore him apart. Literally. Scott: What about your emissary? They're all d*ad? Kali and Ennis' too? Ethan: All of them except for Deucalion's. Stiles: You mean Morrell? Ethan: Ah! Scott: What? What's wrong? Are you hurt? Ethan: Not me. My brother. Cora: Ah! Ah! Ah! Lydia: Aiden, stop! Stop! Stop! Ethan: You can't do this! Aiden: She came at me! Ethan: It doesn't matter! Kali gave Derek until the next full moon. You can't touch him or her. Stiles: Hey, guys, I think she's pretty hurt. Isaac: Okay, okay, hold on a second. Your dad's the k*ller? Allison: No. I mean, I don't think he is at least. I hope he isn't. Isaac: You hope he isn't the serial-k*lling dark druid who's been slashing people's throats? Allison: Yeah. Isaac: Right. Allison: Do you wanna help me or not? Isaac: Yeah, I'm just... I'm just trying to get all the cards on the table here. Allison: See the marks? There are five more bodies to be found but it doesn't say who the bodies are. What are you doing? Isaac: Something I learned from my father. Take a step back. Look at the whole picture. Sometimes, you see things you wouldn't notice if you were up close when all you're looking at are the details. Allison: Look at that. You see that? Isaac: Whoa. What is that? Allison: A five fold knot. It's a Celtic symbol. Isaac: Virgins. Allison: Warriors. Isaac: Healers. Allison: Philosophers. Isaac: Guardians. Stiles: You okay? Lydia: She doesn't look okay. Cora: I'll heal. Stiles: Uh... Oh. Cora: I said I'm fine. Stiles: Do you realize how suicidally crazy that was? What were you thinking going after them? Cora: I did it for Boyd. None of you were doing anything. Scott: We're trying. Cora: And you're failing. You're just a bunch of stupid teenagers running around, thinking that you can stop people from getting k*lled. But all you do is show up late. All you really do is find the bodies. Stiles: She's definitely a Hale. Mm. I'll make sure she gets home. Jennifer: Where the hell have you been? And don't say that you needed to be alone for a while because that is the single worst excuse ever. Oh. God, I'm sorry. You really did need to be alone, didn't you? Derek: I'm here now. And you were safe. Trust me. Jennifer: I haven't felt safe, partially because the evil twins are walking around school like nothing happened. Derek: They're not gonna hurt you. Jennifer: Some days, I just wanna take a sledgehammer to that bell. Derek: Why don't you just come back with me? Jennifer: I can't. I've got three more classes and I put this recital together tonight. I organized it to honor the losses at the school and... and now, it just sounds really stupid, doesn't it? Derek: No. It sounds perfect. Ms Morrell: Sorry, but I don't remember having any more appointments. Scott: You sure? 'Cause I could use a little guidance right now. Stiles: Philosophers? Allison: And guardians, which after last night has to mean something like law enforcement, right? Stiles, you have to tell your dad. Tell him whatever you need but you have to get him to believe. Tell your dad. Warn him. Stiles: Okay, okay, okay, I know. Cora: What are you gonna do? Stiles: I'm gonna tell him the truth. And I'm gonna need your help. Ms Morrell: Why are you bothering with me, Scott, when you know the clock is ticking? When you know someone else is about to be taken? Scott: By you. Ms Morrell: Come on, Scott. Shouldn't you leave the interrogations to someone like Stilinski? Scott: Are you the one k*lling people? Ms Morrell: Are you listening to my heartbeat? No. I'm not the one k*lling people. Truth is, I'm all that stands between Deucalion and the lives of your friends. I've been the one pulling the leash taut when they're salivating for a bite. Scott: What do you mean? Ms Morrell: He wants a true Alpha in his pack. He thinks it's you. And a little distraction like a few human sacrifices isn't gonna dissuade him from the prize. Scott: I'm not an Alpha. Ms Morrell: But you're well on your way, aren't you? Scott: Then what is he waiting for? What does he want me to do? Ms Morrell: He wants to make a k*ller out of you. That's what he does. Scott: But if I k*ll someone, I can't be a true Alpha, right? Ms Morrell: Exactly. You want the psychologist's perspective? He's an obsessive who both desires you and is thr*at by you. If the obsessive can't have the object of his desire he'll choose to destroy it instead. You'll either willingly become part of his pack or he'll make a k*ller out of you, destroying your potential to be a true Alpha. Scott: Neither of those is ever going to happen. Ms Morrell: Don't be so sure. You're playing his game. And while you're trying to figure out what to do next, he's thinking ten moves ahead, with checkmate already in sight. Lydia: I don't get why no one's calling the police. Jennifer: They're gonna make an announcement over the P.A. Lydia: That's not gonna do anything! I told you, he's gone. Like the others, taken. Jennifer: Okay. Look, we're just trying to understand, okay? All we know is that Mr. Westover didn't show up for class. Lydia: And the last time that happened was Mr. Harris. Anyone heard from him lately? He's gone. And he's going to be the second m*rder. Jennifer: But, Lydia, you wrote that number. Lydia: Okay, fine. I'm psychic. Jennifer: You're psychic? Lydia: I'm something! Ethan: A deputy and a teacher? What's the pattern? Scott: I don't know. Stiles: Okay, okay, okay, okay. Yes, okay. No, oh... Sheriff: Stiles? Stiles: Dad, I'm sorry, okay? I'm just... I'm trying to... I'm just trying to figure out how to start here. Sheriff: Hey, I don't have this kind of time. Stiles: Um, for the last year, you've had all these cases that you couldn't figure out, right? I mean, all the m*rder involving Kate Argent, and then Matt k*lling all the people who had drowned him, and all these m*rder right now. It's like... it's like you've been playing a losing game. Sheriff: Stiles, the last thing I need right now is a job performance review from my own son. Stiles: I know. Okay, see, but that's... that's just it, dad. The... the reason that you're losing the game is 'cause you've never been able to see the whole board. I need to show you the whole board. Allison: I have to stop him. Isaac: Is that really a good idea? I mean, if your dad is actually doing all this stuff... Allison: "if"? Look at this. He knows everything. He's... he's planned everything. Isaac: What are you doing? Allison: If Mr. Westover was taken from the school, there's gotta be another point on the telluric current. Isaac: You mean where he'll be sacrificed. There. That mark's new. Allison: Then that's where he is. Sheriff: Scott and Derek are werewolves? Stiles: Yes. Sheriff: And Kate Argent was a werewolf? Stiles: Hunter. That's... purple's hunter. Cora: Along with Allison and her father. Sheriff: Yeah, and... and my friend Deaton, the veterinarian, is a Kanima? Stiles: Well, no, no, no, no, no. He's a druid, okay? Well, we think. Sheriff: So who's the Kanima? Stiles: Jackson. Sheriff: No, Jackson's a werewolf. Stiles: Jackson was the Kanima first, and then Peter and Derek k*lled him and he came back to life as a werewolf. Now, he's in London. Sheriff: Who's the Darack? Stiles: It's da-rock. Cora: We don't know yet. Stiles: We don't know yet. Sheriff: But he was k*lled by werewolves? Stiles: Slashed up and left for d*ad. Cora: We think. Stiles: We think. Sheriff: Yeah. Why was Jackson the Kanima? Stiles: 'Cause sometimes, the shape that you take reflects the person that you are. Sheriff: And what shape would an increasingly confused and angrier-by-the-second father take? Stiles: Uh, that would be more of an expression like the one you're currently wearing. Sheriff: Yeah. Stiles: Dad... Dad, would you... I can prove it, okay? Look, she's one of them. A werewolf. Sheriff: Stiles, Stiles! That's enough. Stiles: Dad, can you please just hold on? You ready? All right, dad, just watch this, okay? Sheriff: Call an ambulance. Isaac: You really don't think we should call Scott? Allison: Stay behind me and stay quiet. Isaac: Oh, this is so not gonna end well. FYI, if your dad tries to k*ll me, I'm gonna defend myself. Allison: If my dad tries to k*ll you, you'll be d*ad. Isaac: Thanks for the vote of confidence. Whoa. I smell blood. Allison: Where? What direction? Isaac: I don't know. I'm not that good at this yet. But I think it's... Allison. Allison, wait. Allison, don't! Chris: Get down! Help him! Allison: That's Mr. Westover. Isaac: It's our history teacher. Allison: We were wrong. It's not guardians as in law enforcement. Scott: It's philosophers as in teachers. Allison and her father just found Mr. Westover. Stiles: That makes sense. Tara, she wasn't always a cop. She used to teach middle school. Scott: Then the last one's gonna be another teacher. Stiles: Yeah, but there's dozens of them, Scott, and they're all headed home. Scott: No. No, they're not. They're all going to the recital. Allison: You've been tracking the k*ller on your own this whole time? Chris: Yeah, and I was this close. Could've caught him if the two of you... Allison: So it's my fault? That you've been lying to me for the past two months? Chris: You wanna tally up the lies, Allison? I don't think you're gonna come out ahead on that one. Isaac: Hey, just a thought? Maybe right now isn't the best time for a little family meeting. There's still one more teacher. Chris: The recital. Allison: Guess we're going after all. Stiles: What did you see the night at the bank when Scott was trying to save Deaton? Sheriff: Nothing. Stiles: Dad, you saw him healing himself after he tried crossing the Mountain ash. Sheriff: I don't know what I saw. Stiles: You saw something that you can't explain. Sheriff: Stiles, I have seen a lot of things I can't explain in this town. That doesn't make 'em supernatural and it doesn't make 'em real. They just found another body. That's real. And that's the lead I'm following. Stiles: Yeah, and another teacher's going to die if you don't start listening to me. Sheriff: I am listening! I have been listening! Stiles: You just don't believe. Mom would've believed me. Danny: I know how to tie my own tie. Ethan: Well, you know how to do it badly. Now, it's perfect. Still nervous? Danny: All good. Ethan: Okay. Listen. If anything happens, find me, okay? Find me first. Scott: I thought you were going home. Lydia: I can't. I don't know why I am the one that keeps finding the bodies, but maybe if I just stopped trying to fight it, I'd find them before it happens, maybe with enough time for someone like you to do something about it. Scott: You get me the time, and I'll do something about it. I swear to God, I will. Cora: Derek? Derek: Hey. Hey, I'm here. Cora: What's happening to me? Derek: I don't know. But I'm not leaving, okay? Not again. Doctor Travis, you have a visitor in the main lobby. Sheriff: The records would be over ten years old. I just need to look over a couple files. Melissa: If this is about the m*rder, you would need a court order for that. Or someone like me that's willing to bend the rules for a handsome face. Give me the details. I'll see what I can do. Sheriff: Thank you. Lydia: It better be. Melissa: There was a patient just like you described. Slash marks all over the body. Doctors thought it had to be an animal. Oh. But there's something else. Something happened at the same time that was even stranger. Ethan: What's up? Aiden: Nothing. I just think I lost my phone. Sheriff: Birds? Melissa: Hundreds of them. While the patient was in the O.R. struggling to hold on, hundreds of birds were flying into the walls, windows, like they were committing some kind of mass su1c1de. Sheriff: Or like they were sacrificing themselves. Melissa: For what? Sheriff: Not what. Who. Jennifer: You recognize it, don't you? Stiles: Lydia? Scott: Lydia! Stiles: Anything? She's not answering texts. What do we do? Scott? Lydia: What are you doing? Jennifer: What's necessary. I'm still surprised none of you seem to get that. You call them sacrifices, but you're not understanding the word. It's derived from the Latin sacrificium, an offering to a deity, a sacred rite. A necessary evil. Lydia: Stop. Jennifer: Oh, I wish I could. But you don't know the alphas like I do. Lydia: Please, stop. Jennifer: But you, Lydia, you're not a sacrifice. You're just a girl who knows too much. Actually, a girl who knew too much. Lydia, don't! Stiles: Scott? Jennifer: Unbelievable. You have no idea what you are, do you? The wailing woman. A banshee, right before my eyes. You're just like me, Lydia. Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it. It's too bad, though... And too late. Lydia: No, please... Jennifer: One last philosopher. Chris: Allison! Allison: Mistletoe. Sheriff: Drop it! There was a girl. Years ago, we found her in the woods, her face and body slashed apart. That was you, wasn't it? Jennifer: Maybe I should've started with philosophers, with knowledge and strategy. Healers... Warriors... Guardians... Virgins. Stiles: Dad?

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Previously on Teen Wolf... Paige: Derek, I can't take it anymore. Chris: Sacrificial blood. We're in a Nemeton. Cora: What's happening to me? Derek: I don't know. Why don't you just come back with me? Jennifer: You, Lydia, you're just a girl who knew too much. Deaton: If a druid went down the wrong path, there's a Gaelic word for that as well... "Darach." Stiles: Dad? Melissa: Okay, all medications should be sealed inside the plastic bags, and the patients carry it in their hands. When you've completely evacuated the room, you mark the door with a red "X," okay? Doctor: What the hell is going on? Melissa: The weather called for mild thunderstorms this morning. And now they're saying power is already out in several towns. Hill Valley's under a flood watch. Doctor: I live in Hill Valley. Melissa: Are your patients clear? Doctor: Uh... All except for Cora Hale. Peter: Hey, anyone want to tell me when they're getting my niece out of here? Melissa: Sorry, but she wasn't, uh... You're supposed to be d*ad. Peter: I get that a lot actually. Jennifer: Derek? Derek, where are you? Derek: Right here. Jennifer: Thank God. Something happened at the recital. At the school. Okay, I need to tell you before you hear it, before you hear any of it from them. Derek: From who? Jennifer: Scott, Stiles. They're gonna tell you things. Things you can't believe. You have to trust me, okay? You trust me. Derek: What is it? Jennifer: Promise you'll listen to me. Derek: I promise. Jennifer: They're already here, aren't they? So... they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people? Scott: We told him you're the one k*lling people. Jennifer: Oh, that's right. Committing human sacrifices? What, cutting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it on my lunch hour. That way, I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense. Stiles: Where's my dad? Jennifer: How should I know? Derek, tell me you don't believe this. Derek: Do you know what happened to Stiles's father? Jennifer: No. Scott: Ask her why she almost k*lled Lydia. Jennifer: Lydia Martin? I don't know anything about that. Derek: What do you know? Jennifer: I know that these boys, for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story. And one they can't prove, by the way. Scott: What if we can? Jennifer: What is that? Scott: My boss told me it's a poison and a cure... which means you can use it... and it can be used against you. Jennifer: Mistletoe? Jennifer: Derek, wait, wait! You need me. Derek: What are you? Jennifer: The only person who can save your sister. Call Peter. Call him! Peter: It's not good. She's in and out of consciousness. She's vomiting up black blood along with one other alarming substance. Derek: Mistletoe. Peter: How did you know that? Scott: Derek. Derek, what are you doing? Jennifer: Her life... it's in my hands! Stiles: Stop. Derek, stop! Jennifer: Stilinski, you'll never find him. Scott: Derek. Derek! Jennifer: That's right. You need me. All of you. You should know I'm not doing this because I have to. I want to. I could still run, and you wouldn't have an easy time stopping me. But I don't want your sister to die. I'm only doing what I had to do. Derek: Shut up. Jennifer: You need to hear the whole story, Derek. You need to know just how connected we really are. Derek: Stop talking. Stiles: I don't know, something feels wrong about this. You know, we proved it to Derek, but she still had this look like it didn't matter. You know, like it was all still going according to plan. You saw it, didn't you? Scott: What's that? Stiles: Well, you got claws. I got a bat. Melissa: Scott! Scott! What are you doing here? The hospital's evacuating. Scott: We're here for Cora. Melissa: What, all of you? Why does Stiles have my bat? Scott: Mom, just trust me on this. You need to get out of here. Right now. Melissa: The building is supposed to be clear in 30 minutes. We've got two ambulances that are coming back. One's 10 minutes out, the other's 20. Cora needs to be on one of those. They'll be picking up in the basement garage. Scott: Got it. Okay. Jennifer: You don't have to keep me on a leash, Derek. I'm going to help. Scott: Derek. Peter: We got a problem. Big problem. Stiles: Help me. Scott: Ethan, Aiden, stop! You don't know what you're doing. Ethan's and Aiden's alpha form : All we want is her. Melissa: Okay, everybody, let's evacuate this way and stay calm! You guys good? Good... oh! Oh, I'm so sorry. Derek: Don't stop, don't stop! Scott: Stiles! Isaac: I can't get a hold of Derek or Scott. How's Lydia? Allison: She's got bruising on her neck. They're taking her to a hospital downtown because Beacon Memorial is being evacuated. Isaac: The storm's that bad? Allison: It will be. And I overheard an EMT saying the backup generators might be too old to last if the power goes out. Isaac: Beacon Memorial... that's where Cora is, right? Chris: I'm taking the two of you home. Isaac: No, I have to get to the hospital. I can't leave Cora there with just Peter. Chris: Isaac. I'll drive. Deucalion: Thank you, Ms. McCall. Melissa: You're him, aren't you? Deucalion: Him? Melissa: The bad guy. Deucalion: You have no idea. Aiden: You hesitated. Ethan: I pulled back. There's a difference. Aiden: They're protecting her. Ethan: They don't have a choice! Aiden: Neither do we! If all these sacrifices, all these bodies piling up, if it's actually giving her the power to get rid of us, then we need to take any chance we can to get rid of her. Stiles: Where's the big guy? Derek: He's close. Stiles: What about Ms. Blake? What do you mean? What does that mean? Like, she's gone? Scott, are you kidding me? Derek: Shh, quiet. Stiles: Me be quiet? Me, huh? Are you telling me what to do now? When your psychotic, mass m*rder girlfriend... the second one you've dated, by the way... has got my dad somewhere, tied up, waiting to be ritually sacrificed? Scott: Stiles, they're still out there. Stiles: And... and they want her, right? Which means now we don't have her either, so my dad and Cora are both d*ad! Scott: Not yet. Is she really dying? Peter: She's definitely not getting any better. Scott: There has to be something that we can do. We have to help her. Jennifer: You can't. Only I can. I can save her, and I can tell you where Sheriff Stilinski is. But there is a pack of alphas in this hospital who want me d*ad. So I'll help you... but only when I'm out of here and safe. Only then. Scott: Derek, wait! Derek: She was trying to get out. Jennifer: I was trying to keep from getting k*lled. You can't blame me for that. Stiles: If you want to show you're one of the good guys, then heal her. Jennifer: Not until I'm safe. Peter: I'd like to volunteer a different method of persuasion. Let's t*rture her. Derek: Works for me. Melissa: Um, can I have your attention? Mr. Deucalion... excuse me, just Deucalion... Requests you bring the woman calling herself Jennifer Blake to the E.R. reception. Do this, and everyone else can leave. You have ten minutes. Jennifer: He's not gonna hurt her. Derek: Shut up. Jennifer: He won't! Scott, you know why. Tell them it's true. Derek: What does she mean? Jennifer: You're not the only one he wants in his pack. Chris: Looks like the evacuation's over. Allison: Are you catching a scent? Isaac: No, not with the rain this heavy. Jennifer: Deucalion doesn't just want an Alpha pack. He wants perfection. That means adding the rarest of alphas to his ranks. Peter: A true Alpha. Stiles: What's that? Peter: The kind that doesn't have to steal his power from another. One that can rise by the force of his own will. Our little Scott. Scott: It doesn't matter. We still need to get her out of here. Stiles: Scott, your mom... Scott: My mom said there's one more ambulance coming in 20 minutes. And I don't think we've been here that long, so if we can get down to the garage, get to the last ambulance, we can get out of here. Derek: The twins aren't gonna let us just walk out. Scott: I'll distract them. Derek: You mean fight them. Scott: Whatever I have to do. Derek: I'll help you. Jennifer: Um, sorry, but I'm not going anywhere without you, Derek. Peter: I'll do it. But I'd prefer to be out there with an advantage. Stiles: An advantage like what? You mean like a w*apon? Peter: Something better than a baseball bat. Stiles: Hey, wait. What about these? Derek: Do you know how to use those? Stiles: Well, no. Derek: Put 'em down. Scott: Epinephrine? Derek: That's only gonna make him stronger. Peter: How strong? All right, boys. Let's rumble. Stiles: It's still here! Jennifer: Derek, over here. Kali: Julia. It is you. Jennifer: You can't b*at her on your own. Derek: That's why we're gonna run. Jennifer: Wait, wait! The elevator! Deucalion: Thank you. That was more than helpful. Melissa: What now? What do you want with me? Deucalion: You? You're my gesture of goodwill. Melissa: What? Deucalion: Go find your son. Do yourself a favor, Melissa. Be careful out there. Stiles: Okay, okay, okay. We're okay. We're all right. You okay? How you doing? Wh... why do you look like you're not breathing? Because you aren't breathing, are you? Oh, no. Oh, God. Oh, no, no, no. Why are you not breathing? Come on. Okay, okay, okay. You can do this. Here we go, tilt the head. Fingers on the chin. Clear the throat. Great, nothing. I see nothing. Okay, all right, so, uh... just pinch the nose and blow. Oh, come on, Cora. Come on, Cora. Jennifer: If you're thinking service hatch, they bolt from the outside, so you'd have to break it. All you'd end up doing is creating a lot of noise, telling them exactly where we are. Derek: Kali already knows. Jennifer: Not necessarily. She saw that we got in, but she might not know that we didn't get out. Derek: Yeah, well, if I get through, then we can go to another floor. Jennifer: Or you'd end up fighting them alone in an elevator shaft. They'll rip my head off before you even have a chance to land a punch. Derek: Then someone needs to get the backup generator running again. Stiles: Come on. Oh, come on, Cora. Come on, breathe. Come on, Cora, breathe. Oh! You know, next time I put my lips to your mouth, you better be awake. Peter: That sh*t didn't last very long. Those twins are really starting to piss me off. Scott: How the hell are we supposed to get past them? Peter: Personally, I think if we keep letting them b*at the living crap out of us, they'll tire and give up. You couldn't have waited, like, ten seconds? They didn't get out, did they? Derek: "Don't move. On our way." Stiles: You just hold on a little longer, okay? Trust me, if anyone's gonna get us out of this, it's Scott. Can't believe I just said that. You know, I actually used to be the one with the plan. Well, or at least a plan B. Now I don't know. Now I'm thinking maybe you were right. You know, maybe... maybe we are pretty much useless. Maybe all we really do is show up and find the bodies. I don't want to find my father's body. You know, you're a lot easier to talk to when you're completely unconscious. Isaac: I'm gonna take that as a sign you're a little worried. Chris: Stay close to me. Isaac: I think I heard something. Allison: Where? Isaac: Below us. Scott: Stiles! Stiles, open the door! Stiles: Sorry. Scott: Help me get him in. Stiles: Where's Derek and Jennifer? Scott: I have to go back for them and my mom. Stiles: Okay, two problems. Kali's got the keys to this thing, and I just saw the twins, like, 30 seconds ago. Scott: Stay here. Ethan's and Aiden's alpha form: Where is she? We're trying not to hurt you. Scott: Try harder. Melissa: Hey! I'd like to try something. Sweetheart, get up! Come on. Jennifer: Anything? Derek, I know what you're thinking... that I'm using you, that everything that has happened between us is a lie, or that I'm evil. A bitch. But I hope you're not thinking the most superficial thought... "Is that her real face?" "The slashed, mutilated face revealed by the mistletoe.. Is that what she really looks like?" Kali: You should have kept his mother. Deucalion: Is that so? Kali: You have a soft spot for him. Deucalion: I have an investment I'm trying to mature. If you want to talk about soft spots, let's talk about Jennifer Blake. Or... what was her name again? Kali: Julia. Deucalion: Ah. Jennifer: Julia Baccari. That was my name. Derek: I don't care. Jennifer: I guess I should have changed it to something with different first letters. I think I read somewhere that people always pick aliases that are subconsciously derivative of their original name. It's a way of not completely letting go of your identity, since your name is so tied to your sense of self. Do you know what else is? Your face. The one that's supposed to be staring back at you in the mirror. Not some hacked up atrocity you can't even recognize. Derek: I still don't care. Jennifer: But I bet you're curious. I bet you wonder exactly what happened. Derek: You were an emissary. They tried k*lling you along with the rest of the pack. Mystery solved. Jennifer: I was Kali's emissary. And I was the one she couldn't k*ll. Kali: I didn't understand why I had to k*ll her too. She was harmless. But I did it because you wanted me to. I did everything you asked to be a part of this pack. Deucalion: You did it to be with Ennis, so don't point that accusing toe at me. And as for harmless, how harmless does she look now? Kali: I thought she was d*ad. Deucalion: Did you? Kali: Are you asking... if maybe there was a moment of uncertainty? That when I walked away thinking she was d*ad, that maybe I turned back? And maybe I saw her there, lying perfectly still, but I focused my hearing anyway. Listened to the sound of her heart still beating, still fighting for life, and I thought, "I could go back and finish it, or I could let someone I love die peacefully." And maybe I just kept walking. Deucalion: My heart bleeds for you, Kali. Apparently hers could have bled a little more. Jennifer: For years, the Nemeton's power was virtually gone, like the dying ember of a b*rned out f*re. But a few months earlier, something happened that caused that ember to glow a little brighter. Something that gave it a spark of power again. The sacrifice of a virgin. You didn't know what you were doing back then, but k*lling Paige in the root cellar, sacrificing her there, gave power to the Nemeton. You gave it power again. You gave me power. Just enough to hold on to life a little longer. Long enough to be found. Sheriff: She's still breathing. Melissa: He just let me go, said it was a gesture of goodwill. No other reason. Scott: He had to have a reason. I don't think he does anything without a reason. Melissa: Well, if that means I should continue to be profoundly terrified, then don't worry about it. I got that covered. Jennifer: You know mistletoe is important to druids, but do you know the myth of why people kiss under mistletoe? Derek: No. Jennifer: It's a norse myth. Baldur, the son of Odin, was the most beloved by the other gods, so much that they wanted to protect him from all of the dangers in the world. His mother, Frigg, took an oath from f*re and water, metal, stone, and every living thing, that they would never hurt Baldur. At a gathering, they tested him. Stones, arrows, and flame were all hurled at him. Nothing worked. But there was one God who wasn't so enamored of Baldur. The God of mischief, loki. Loki discovered that Frigg had forgotten to ask mistletoe, a tiny, seemingly harmless plant. And completely overlooked. Loki fashioned a dart out of mistletoe, and it k*lled Baldur. Frigg was heartbroken. She decreed that mistletoe would never again be used as a w*apon and that she would place a kiss on anyone who passed under it. So now we hang mistletoe underneath our door during the holidays... so that we will never overlook it again. We were the overlooked... the emissaries. It was a mistake Deucalion and the alphas should never have made, because I made an oath of my own. From virgins and warriors, from healers, philosophers, and guardians, to loan me their power so that I could teach these monsters that their monstrous actions would never be overlooked. Derek: You k*lled innocent people. Jennifer: So have you. I know the real color of your eyes, Derek. And I know what it means. I'm not asking you to save just my life. I'm asking you to save everyone they'll ever hurt again. Derek: You can't b*at them. Jennifer: Are you sure about that? Boyd asked you right before he died, what happens to a werewolf during a lunar eclipse? You didn't get the chance to tell him, but you know, don't you? What happens, Derek? During the total lunar eclipse? Derek: We lose all our power. Chris: So then they're essentially trapped? Scott: Yeah, right. Isaac: But there's no way of getting them out without turning the power back on. Melissa: But wait, wait, wait, if the power's back on, they're gonna hear the elevator moving, right? Scott: And they'll be on Jennifer and Derek as soon as it stops. We can't get in a fight with them. Chris: You've got us now. Scott: It's too much to risk. They want her d*ad, and if she dies, there's nothing that we can do for Stiles's dad or Cora. Chris: I don't even think I know which teacher this is. Isaac: She's... she's the one with the brown hair. She's kind of hot. No, it's jus... just an observation. Allison: I've got an idea. Kali: What are they doing? Deucalion: Plotting. Allison: You ready? Isaac: Yeah. Allison: You're not nervous, are you? Isaac: Do I look nervous? Allison: No, not at all. Chris: Did he look nervous? Allison: Terrified. Isaac: Yeah, I can still hear you, very, very clearly. Allison: Just go as soon as you see them, okay? Isaac: Yeah. Yeah, I got it. Aiden: I don't think they're on this floor. Melissa: Come on. Oh, God. Jennifer: Derek, please look at me. Isaac: All right, come on, come on, come on! Peter: I got her. Okay, get the door. Isaac: Stiles, let's go! Stiles! Scott: Mom. Stiles: Scott! Scott, wait! Peter: Come on, we gotta go. Drive, you idiot. Isaac: I can't. Not without Scott. Peter: Come on, you want the Argents d*ad too? Make a choice! Oh, for the love of God! Go, now! Isaac: All right! Scott: Mom! Mom! Deucalion: They're gone. Guardians, Scott. If you were with me, I could've told you what it meant. I could've warned you. Let me help you, Scott. Let's help each other. You help me catch her, and I'll help you get your mother and Stiles's father back. Stiles: Scott. Scott, don't do this. Don't go with him. Scott: I don't know what else to do. Stiles: No, there's g... Scott, there's got to be something else, okay? We always... we always have a plan B. Scott: Not this time. Stiles: Scott. Scott: I'm gonna find your dad. I promise. Stiles: Scott! Sheriff: Hey. Hey. You all right? Melissa: Oh, God, where are we? Sheriff: I don't know. Looks like a root cellar to me, but, uh... she called it something different. She called it a... a Nemeton.

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Previously on Teen Wolf... [Roars] Derek: What are you? Jennifer: The only person who can save your sister. Deucalion: Guardians, Scott. You help me catch her. I'll help you get your mother and Stiles' father back. Stiles: Scott, don't do this. Don't go with him. Jennifer: Derek, look at me. [Roars] [Smack] Stiles: Derek? [Grunts] Stiles: Derek, come on! [Frantic music] [Grunts] [Grunts] ♪ ♪ Derek: Where is she? Stiles: Jennifer? Gone with Scott's mom. Derek: She took her? Stiles: Yeah, and if that's not enough of a kick to the balls, Scott left with Deucalion, okay? So we gotta get you out of here. The police are coming right now, and we gotta get you the hell out of here. Whoa. Derek: What about Cora? [Tires screech] Isaac: You see the twins? Peter: No. But I see the Argents. [Distant howl] Allison: What is it? Chris: A retreat. Isaac: Not to bring up uncomfortable memories, but wasn't the last time you saw them the time you k*lled Kate and then they b*rned you alive, hmm? Allison: Where are the others? Isaac: I don't know. Scott and Stiles went back for Derek and Jennifer. I had to get Cora out. Allison: Where's Scott and Stiles? Derek: Stiles is still at the hospital. He's gonna hold off the cops for us. We have to go right now. Chris: What about Scott and Melissa? Derek: Jennifer took Melissa. Allison: What about Scott? Derek, where's Scott? [Sirens wailing] [Indistinct chatter] Stiles: [Sighs] Oh, just perfect. Agent McCall: A Stilinski at the center of this whole mess. What a shocker. Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm? Stiles: If you ask the questions without the usual level of stupid. Agent McCall: Where's your dad, and why's no one been able to contact him? Stiles: I don't know. I haven't seen him in hours. Agent McCall: Is he drinking again? [Sighs] Stiles: What do you mean, again? He never had to stop. Agent McCall: But he did have to slow down. Is he drinking like he used to? Stiles: All right, how about this? Next time I see him, I'll give him a field sobriety test, okay? We'll do the alphabet, start with "F," end with "U." Agent McCall: How about you just tell me what the hell happened here? [Exhales] Stiles: I don't know what happened here. I was stuck in the elevators the whole time. Agent McCall: You're not the one who put the name on the doors, are you? Stiles: What name? [Ominous music] ♪ ♪ [Elevator dings] [Exciting music] ♪ ♪ [Gasping] Isaac: She's dying, isn't she? Derek: I don't know. Isaac: So what are you gonna do? Derek: I don't know. Isaac: Want to figure something out? Because while Scott and Stiles were out there trying to help people from being k*lled, you were in here, rolling around the sheets with the actual k*ller. Do you get how many people she's k*lled? Erica and Boyd are d*ad, Cora is dying, and you are doing nothing! Why'd you do this to us, Derek? Was it all about the power? Were you bored? Were you lonely? Derek: Maybe. I told Cora I wouldn't leave. I'll help the others when I figure out how to help her. Isaac: There's no time! [Tense music] ♪ ♪ Isaac: The full moon's coming. The sheriff and Melissa are gonna be d*ad, so I'm gonna try and help them. You can sit here and perfect the art of doing nothing. [Door slams] Peter: I wouldn't take it personally. Anger is just a tool. He's using it to excuse shifting allegiance from one Alpha to another. From you to Scott. Derek: Scott's not an Alpha yet. Peter: But he's on his way, isn't he? Chris: The word is guardian, Allison. More than anyone, you know that's a role I haven't exactly lived up to lately. Allison: But she took Scott's mother and Stiles' father. That's not a coincidence. Stiles: Yeah, I'd also consider the fact that someone put your name up in large block letters on the elevator doors. That kind of felt like a warning to me. Allison: I think it might be Morrell. She knows a lot more than she lets on, and she might even be trying to help us. Stiles: Well, she needs to get on that a lot faster, okay? Seeing as how the lunar eclipse is less than two freaking nights away. Chris: Stiles, don't give up hope. Stiles: They could already be d*ad. Chris: I don't think so. There's something about Jennifer's tactics. It's like she's still positioning, still moving pieces into place. Allison: And you're one of them. Chris: Then let's not wait around to see the next move. Everything she's done has been on a telluric current, so Melissa and the sheriff have to be somewhere on one of those currents, right? Stiles, if we're gonna find them, we need your help. Stiles: You seriously want to go after her? I mean, what if she just takes you like the others, huh? No offense, but what's the difference between you and them? Chris: I'm carrying a .45. Maybe she can heal from a sh*t to the leg and a few slashes to the face, but personally, I'd like to see how she holds up with half her skull blown off. We've got one priority right now, and that is to find Melissa and your dad. We've got a map and every clue we need to figure this out. The only thing we don't have is time, which is why I need both of you. [Sighs] Stiles: Where do we start? Chris: The place where the sacrifices have been committed have usually been different from where the bodies have been found. I think the placement has to do with the strength of the current, so there's the school, the animal clinic, the bank. Stiles: Wait a sec, she wouldn't use the same place twice, would she? Chris: Only if she didn't succeed the first time. Allison: Scott's boss. Chris: Deaton. It was her only failure. That could mean something. Stiles: That's just one place so far. We're gonna need a lot more help. Allison: What about Lydia? Chris: Lydia? What can she do? Stiles: Uh, Lydia's got sort of a talent. She somehow ended up finding a couple of the bodies, um, without actually looking for them. Chris: What is she? Psychic? Stiles: She's something. [Gasping] [Tense music] ♪ ♪ [Both breathing heavily] Peter: Careful. [Panting] Derek: Don't worry. I know going too far could k*ll me. Peter: That's not exactly what I meant. [Electronic music] ♪ ♪ Stiles: Whoa. [g*n clicks] Stiles: I thought you guys were retired. Chris: Retired, yes. Defenseless, no. Make sure your phone's on. If you hear from Scott, you let us know immediately. Stiles: Yeah, I'm thinking that's gonna be kind of unlikely. Chris: Both of you, try to remember he's just doing what he thinks is right. Isaac: I can't sh**t a g*n or use a crossbow, but... Well, I'm... I'm getting pretty good with these. Peter: I've heard it's something only an Alpha can do, and with good reason. Derek: Which is? Peter: You know normal wolves never abandon an injured member of the pack. They care for it. They bring it food from a k*ll and then regurgitate it into the mouth of the injured wolf. They even give it physical and emotional comfort by intensely grooming it. In a way, they can do more than just ease pain. They can be instrumental in healing their own. Derek: If you're trying to tell me I can save her, just tell me. Peter: I'm telling you... I've heard it's possible. Derek: How? Peter: It's that spark of power that makes you an Alpha. When you take her pain, she draws on the power that provides you with those special gifts. The power that heightens your senses, your strength. The power that transforms your body. As an Alpha, you have that bit of extra, that spark intensifies the color of your eyes from a bright yellow into a searing red. Derek: If I can save her... Peter: If. If. I didn't say it works every time. It could just as easily k*ll you. Derek: How do I do it? By taking her pain? Peter: And then some. Because there's a cost. [Mellow music] Ms Martin: Okay, sweetheart, this is not a problem. Having gotten my share of hickeys in high school, I developed some patented cover-up methods. If you don't want to go to school, honey, you don't have to. Lydia: That's not it. It's just... Someone tried to strangle me... And I survived. ♪ ♪ Lydia: I don't need to hide that. ♪ ♪ Ms Martin: No. No, you don't. ♪ ♪ Ms Martin: But we're still gonna do your hair, right? Lydia: Of course we are doing my hair. [Laughs] [Door creaks] [Foreboding music] ♪ ♪ Allison: It's empty. Chris: Be careful anyway. [Flicks baton] Isaac: I thought you only used those on werewolves. Chris: I do. [Gasps] [Grunts] Allison: What the hell are you doing? Chris: I'm sorry. But you're just gonna have to trust me on this. I knew for a long time she didn't just operate on the currents. She was in sync with them. [Faint whirring] [Dramatic choral music] ♪ ♪ Jennifer: Now this is a sacrifice. ♪ ♪ [Whirring] Lydia: I don't believe it. Scott can't really be with them. He can't be. Stiles: You didn't see the look on his face, though. It was... Lydia: Then what can I do? I mean, I get that I'm some kind of, like, human geiger counter for death, but... I don't know how to turn it on and off yet. All I know is that she tried to k*ll me because of... Stiles: Because of what? Hey, Lydia, what? Lydia: When she called me a banshee, she was surprised by it. What if that's not why she tried to k*ll me? Stiles: Then why did she? Lydia: That's what we need to find out. [Gasps] Allison: Why did he do that? Isaac: I don't know. We need to go. Okay? We need help. [Dramatic music] ♪ ♪ Isaac: Allison... Allison, we have to go. Allison: They're all gonna die. Aren't they? [Breathing shakily] ♪ ♪ Peter: I can understand not seeing a downside to this, as you haven't exactly been Alpha of the year, but think about what else you'd be losing. Derek: I don't care about power. Not anymore. Peter: What about the power to fight back? Correct me if I'm wrong, but Kali's ultimatum still stands. The full moon is tomorrow night, and if you couldn't b*at her as an Alpha, how do you think you're gonna fare as a beta? Derek: I don't care. Peter: What if this was exactly what Jennifer was hoping for? She would know the only way for you to save Cora would be giving up your power. Maybe that's what she was gonna have you do at the hospital. Derek: Why? Peter: So that you wouldn't be able to face the alphas without her. She wants you to come to her. It's all part of her little seduction, and she is still seducing you. She needs you on her side. Lydia: Aiden's not texting me back. [Indistinct chatter] Lydia: Okay, well, maybe we could just... we could go over there and... [Phone vibrates] Lydia: What? Stiles: Oh, God. Lydia: What is it now? Stiles: It's from Isaac. Jennifer, she t... she has Allison's father. She took him. She's got all three now. Lydia: There's still time. [Heart pounding] Lydia: We still have time, right? [Gasping] Lydia: Stiles? [Voice echoing] Are you okay? What is it? What's wrong? Stiles. Stiles: I think I'm having a panic att*ck. [Gasping] [Gasps] Sheriff: You okay over there? [Panting] Melissa: Chris? It's Chris, right? Chris: Yeah. Oh. [Chuckles] Sheriff: Is it just me, or has somebody been here before? Chris: Years ago. [Grunting] Sheriff: Hate to disappoint you, but we watched her take your ankle Kn*fe. Melissa: And the Kn*fe that's in your sleeve. Sheriff: And the switchblade in your other sleeve. [Groans] [Grunting] Jennifer: And the taser in your jacket pocket. [Suspenseful music] ♪ ♪ Jennifer: Argent... The French word for silver. Ah, ah, ah. Interesting how truth becomes altered by legend... When it's not actually the metal silver that kills werewolves but the family. What's the Argent code again? "We hunt those who hunt us"? I hope you don't mind if I borrow it for a little while, since I've been hunted myself. Chris: Don't pretend like we have the same cause. I don't k*ll innocent people. Jennifer: That's why they call it a sacrifice, and I wish it worked another way. But think about what you're doing. You are making this town... even this world... safer for your children. Well.. [Chuckles] Most of them. Lydia: [Panting] Okay Come on. Come on. [Gasping] Lydia: Just try and think about something else, anything else. Stiles: Like what? Lydia: Uh, happy things. Good things. Uh, friends, family. [Gasping] Lydia: Oh, I mean... not family. Stiles: Oh, God. Lydia: Okay, uh, just... Try and slow your breathing. [Gasping] Stiles: I can't. I can't. [Hyperventilating] Lydia: Shh, shh. Stiles, look at me. Shh, look at me. Shh, Stiles. [Pop tune] ♪ ♪ Stiles: Ooh. How'd you do that? Lydia: I, uh... I read once that... Holding your breath could stop a panic att*ck. So when I kissed you... You held your breath. Stiles: I did? Lydia: Yeah. You did. ♪ ♪ Stiles: Thanks. Really smart. [Chuckles] ♪ ♪ Lydia: I just... I don't know. I just read it somewhere. And if I was really smart, I would tell you to sign up for a few sessions with a guidance counselor. [Dramatic music] ♪ ♪ Stiles: Morrell. ♪ ♪ Stiles: Are you here for Ms. Morrell? Danielle: No, I thought this was gym class. Lydia: Sweetheart, we're not in the mood for funny. Do you know where she is? Danielle: If I did, I wouldn't be waiting here for 20 minutes. So how about you two back out the door and wait your turn? Lydia: We're not here for a session. Danielle: Well, I am. And I've got some serious issues to work on. Stiles: Hey, wait, wait. You're Danielle. You're Heather's best friend. Danielle: I was Heather's best friend. We've been working on that issue three times a week. Lydia: Hold on, did you say Ms. Morrell's 20 minutes late? Danielle: And I don't know why either. She's always on time. Lydia: I was seeing her at the beginning of the semester. She was never late. Stiles: Then she's not late. She's missing. Lydia: What if we're not the only ones who think she knows something?\ Then I want to know what she knows. Lydia: What are you doing? Stiles: Trying to find her. Danielle: Those files are private. Lydia: Yeah, she's kind of right. Stiles: That one's yours. Lydia: Let me see that. Stiles: Wait, Lydia, that's your drawing. Lydia: Yeah, I know. It's a tree. Danielle: Yeah, good too. Lydia: Thank you. Stiles: No. But that's the same one, though. Lydia: Same as what? Stiles: The same one I always see you drawing in class. Lydia: It's a tree. I like drawing trees. Stiles: No, but it's the exact same one. Don't you see? Give me your bag. There, see? [Eerie music] ♪ ♪ Danielle: Okay, you can have my session. You got bigger issues. [Gasping] Lydia: What is this? Stiles: I know where they are. it's the Nemeton. That's where she's keeping them. It has to be... Agent McCall: Stilinski. Stiles: Agh. All right, look, go to Derek, okay? He and Peter, they've been there before, so they'll know where it is. Tell them it's the root cellar, all right? They'll know. Agent McCall: Did you know your dad's car is in the school parking lot and has been since last night? Stiles: No. What does that mean? Agent McCall: It means he's officially missing. Stiles, why am I getting the feeling you know something that could help us find your dad? Stiles: If I did, why would I not tell you? Agent McCall: If it meant helping your dad, why wouldn't you? Stiles: So you're asking me to tell you what I wouldn't not tell you? Agent McCall: First, I have no idea what you just said. Second, how about you just help me help you? Stiles: Well, I don't know how to help you help me tell you something that would help you if I don't know it. Agent McCall: Are you doing this on purpose? Stiles: I don't know anything, okay? Can I just go? Agent McCall: Where are your other friends? Stiles: You mean Scott? Agent McCall: I mean Scott. I mean Isaac Lahey, Allison Argent, these twins Ethan and Aiden. I've been told your whole little clique didn't show up at school today. Stiles: I don't have a clique. Agent McCall: Stiles, come on. There's been a pretty disturbing amount of violent activity in this county in the last few months, several m*rder tied to this school. I don't know what's going on here, but it's serious. And... hey. Your dad is missing. Fine. But I don't want you going home alone. You have someone you can stay with tonight? Deaton: He's with me. Lydia: You. Peter: Me. Lydia: You. [Sighs] Peter: Me. Derek, we have a visitor. [Dramatic music] ♪ ♪ [Distant howl] [Panting, snarling] [Growls] Ethan: This way. Scott: It's a firefly. Deucalion: Unusual for this region. Scott: It's because of Jennifer, isn't it? Just before all this started, a deer crashed into Lydia's car. The cats went crazy at the animal clinic. Birds flew into the high school. That was all her. Deucalion: They say animals can sense natural disasters when they're about to happen. Maybe they can sense supernatural ones as well. Scott: Does she scare you? Deucalion: She concerns me if she's willing to k*ll that many innocent people for her cause, people like your mother and Stiles' father. Scott: Are you willing to k*ll innocent people? Deucalion: I'll k*ll any living thing that gets in my way. Lydia: You don't know where it is? But Stiles said you'd been there. Peter: We have. But after a few memorable experiences there, Talia... Derek's mother and my older sister... decided that she didn't ever want us going back. She knew how dangerous it was and took the memory of its location from us. [Eerie music] Lydia: But then how are we supposed to find it? ♪ ♪ [Both grunt] [Grunts] [Grunts] [Growling] [Growls] [Growls] [Panting] Deucalion: How did you know, Marin, that we'd come for you? Ms Morrell: Because Jennifer and I are the same. And I know you've always been suspicious of us, of what we can do. Kali: With good reason. We know you sent that girl... the one who helped Isaac. Braeden: Whoa. Isaac, get down! [Grunts] Deucalion: What was her name? Ms Morrell: Braeden. And I sent her to do what I've always done... maintain balance. Deucalion: What do you know about Jennifer? Ms Morrell: Nothing more than you know. This isn't you, Scott. Go back to your friends. Deucalion: He can decide what's right for himself. Ms Morrell: Not without all the information. Have you told him everything you've done? How you've piled up bodies in a narcissistically psychotic effort to form your perfect pack? Bodies that include Ennis, by the way. My brother saved him. He was alive when Deucalion went in to see him. He wants you to go after Derek, Kali, to force his decision. If Derek joins the pack, it paves the way for Scott. Deucalion: The lies people will tell when they're begging for their life. Ms Morrell: Ask him. [Tense music] ♪ ♪ [Groans] [Growls] Scott: Hey, back off. [Panting] [Groans] [Gasps] Scott: I'm not going to let them k*ll you. But if you know something, if you know where they are... Ms Morrell: the Nemeton... you find that, you'll find Jennifer. Find the Nemeton. [Sighs] Melissa: I don't wanna k*ll your optimism or anything, but, you know, the both of us have been trying to do the exact same thing for hours. Sheriff: You been tied up before? Chris: [Exhales] Many times. Sheriff: What, is that, uh, part of being a werewolf hunter? Melissa: I tried to download him on as much as I could. Sheriff: Yeah, I was starting to feel a little bit left out. Chris: You knew. I remember meeting you once, before you were sheriff. You questioned me about a body. You knew something was up. You just weren't ready to believe it. Sheriff: You're right. There was a night eight years ago... the night my wife died. I was at the end of a shift, and a call came in. There had been a pile-up, and a young woman... she was a teenager, actually. She was trapped under an overturned car. We had to wait for the paramedics. We were never getting her out. But I was able to hold her hand. She knew she was gonna die. But I just kept telling her, "no, no, listen. The paramedics are on their way." And then I remember, her hand suddenly gripped mine so tightly that I... I literally thought she was gonna break the bones. And she looked me in the eye, and she said... "If you wanna be with her, go, now." And I knew she was talking about my wife. But then that other part of my brain... the part that looks for clues, for fingerprints, for logical connections... that part told me that there is no way that this girl could possibly know about Claudia. And so I stayed. I stayed until the paramedics pulled her out. [Somber music] Sheriff: Until her heart stopped beating and they declared her d*ad. When I finally got to the hospital... I saw Stiles sitting in the waiting room with his head in his hands because... He was with Claudia when she died. ♪ ♪ Sheriff: But I wasn't. I wasn't with her because I didn't believe. I just did not believe. Stiles: It has to be on a telluric current, or maybe even at the axis of two or where they all intersect. I just know it's where Derek took Paige to die. Allison: My dad and Gerard were there once. But Gerard said it was years ago, and he couldn't remember where it was. And my dad obviously isn't here to tell us now. Stiles: Yeah, mine either. Isaac: Then how do we find this place? Deaton: There might be a way. But it's dangerous. We're gonna need Scott. Scott: How'd you guys find out? Stiles: Lydia. You? Scott: Morrell. None of the other alphas know where it is either. Stiles: So if this works, are you gonna tell them? Scott: I can't stop Jennifer without them. Deaton: How about we concentrate on finding your parents first? Scott: What's the plan? Deaton: Essentially, you, Allison, and Stiles need to be surrogate sacrifices for your parents. Scott: We die for them? Stiles: But he can bring us back. You can... you can bring us back, right? Deaton: You remember the part where I said it was dangerous? If it goes right, the three of you will be d*ad for a few seconds, but there's something else you need to think about. This is a dangerous thing for more reasons than one. You'll be giving power back to the Nemeton, a place that hasn't had power for a long time. This kind of power is like a magnet. It attracts the supernatural, the kind of things that a family like the Argents can fill the pages of a bestiary with. It will draw them here, like a beacon. Stiles: Doesn't sound any worse than anything we've already seen. Deaton: You'd be surprised at what you have yet to see. Scott: Is that it? Deaton: No. It'll also have an effect on the three of you. You won't be able to see it, but you'll feel it every day for the rest of your lives. It'll be a kind of a darkness around your heart, and permanent, like a scar. Scott: Like a tattoo. [Grunts] Melissa: What is that? Chris: Ultrasonic emitter... a smaller version of what we use to corral werewolves. Only they hear it. Most of the time we use it to push them away. Let's see if it works to attract them. [Beep] [Dramatic music] ♪ ♪ [Grunts] Derek: It's gotta be now. I don't have a choice. Peter: You always have a choice. It's whether or not you can live with the consequences... facing Kali as a beta. Derek: But it's not just a full moon coming. It's a lunar eclipse. We'll all be powerless. [Splash] Deaton: All right. What did you bring? Stiles: Um, I got my dad's badge. Jennifer kind of crushed it in her hand, so I tried hammering it out a bit. Still doesn't look great. Deaton: Well, it doesn't need to look good if it has meaning. Isaac: Is that an actual silver b*llet? Allison: My dad made it. It's kind of a ceremonial thing. When one of us finishes learning all the skills to be a hunter, we forge a silver b*llet as a testament to the code. Deaton: Scott? Scott: My dad got my mom this watch when she first got hired at the hospital. She used to say it was the only thing in their marriage that ever worked. Deaton: Okay, the three of you will get in. Each of us will hold you down until you're essentially... Well, d*ad. But it's not just someone to hold you under. It needs to be someone who can pull you back, someone that has a strong connection to you, a kind of emotional tether. Lydia... You go with Stiles. Allison: Are you sure? I mean, Scott and I both have to go under. Scott: It's okay. [Soft music] ♪ ♪ [Exhales] ♪ ♪ [All shivering] Stiles: By the way, if I don't make it back and you do, you should probably know something. Your dad's in town. ♪ ♪ [Dramatic music] ♪ ♪ [Soft instrumentals]

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "03x11 - Alpha Pact"}

foreverdreaming

Previously on Teen Wolf... Peter: The full moon is tomorrow night. Derek: It's a lunar eclipse. We'll all be powerless. Allison: What are you doing? Chris: I'm sorry. Jennifer: This is a sacrifice. Stiles: Jennifer - she's got all three now. Find the nemeton. Deaton: You, Allison, and Stiles need to be sacrifices. It'll be a darkness around your heart. [ominous music] ♪ [all gasping] [faint, deep humming] Derek: What does it mean? Scott: I don't know. Scott: Uh... It's just something I traced with my fingers. [humming continues] [hum intensifies] [groaning] [phone clicks] [dogs yipping in distance] [tense music] ♪ [yells] [grunting] [low growling] [roars] [screams] [panting] Scott: Are we seriously doing this? Stiles: You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town. I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow. Scott: Stiles, wait up! Stiles! [dog barking] Scott: aah! Sheriff: Hang on, hang on. This little delinquent belongs to me. Stiles: Dad, how are you doing? Well, young man, I'm going to walk you back to your car. [triumphant music] ♪ Ms Argent: Your father is a highly respected private security consultant and a federally licensed firearms dealer It's not exactly a 9:00-to-5:00 office job. Allison: I-- Ms Argent: The hours are always going to be like that. Allison: I get it. It's just - it's kind of weird when he takes off in the middle of the night, Rushing out with duffel bags full of a*t*matic w*apon. [gasps] Allison: Mom, look out! [horn blares, tires screech] Oh! Allison: You almost k*lled him! Ms Argent: He ran out into the middle of the road. Allison: Okay, well, we have to go back. Ms Argent: Go back? Allison: What if he's hurt? Mom, turn around. Mom! [groans] Ms Argent: Allison. Allison! [triumphant music] ♪ Ms Argent: Allison! ♪ Ms Argent: All right, that's enough. Back in the car. [distant howl] [dramatic rock music] ♪ [exciting music] ♪ [dramatic music] [all gasping, coughing] Scott: I saw it. I know where it is. Stiles: We passed it. There's-- There's a stump, this huge tree. Well, it's not huge anymore. It was cut down. But it's still big, though, very big. Scott: It was the night we were looking for the body. Stiles: Yeah, the same night you were bit by Peter. Allison: I was there too, in the car with my mother. We almost h*t someone. Scott: It was me. You almost h*t me. [gasps] Scott: We can find it. Allison: What? Isaac: You guys were out a long time. Stiles: How long is a long time? Deaton: 16 hours. Scott: We've been in the water for 16 hours? Deaton: And the full moon rises in less than four. [gasps softly] Derek: You're okay. Cora: I'm doing much better than you are right now, and all because of you. Peter: Hopefully not all for nothing. The moon is rising, Derek. You drained your battery all the way to the red, And there is a fully charged alpha on her way to rip you limb from limb. Derek: I'll be fine in a few hours. Peter: I sincerely hope so, because a few hours is all that you have. Stiles: No, dude, you are not going back with them. Scott: I made a deal with Deucalion. Stiles: Does anyone else think that sounds a lot like a deal with the devil? Isaac: Why does it matter, anyway? Scott: Because I still don't think that we can b*at Jennifer without their help. Allison: He trusts you more than anyone. Tell him he's wrong. Deaton: I'm not so sure he is. Circumstances like this sometimes require that you align yourself with people you'd normally consider enemies. Isaac: So we're gonna trust him, the guy that calls himself death, destroyer of worlds? We're gonna trust that guy? Deaton: I wouldn't trust him, no. But you could use him to your advantage. Deucalion may be the enemy, but he could also be the bait. [door creaks] [clatter] Ethan: I'm looking for Lydia. Lydia: What do you want? Ethan: I need your help. Stiles: With what? Ethan: Stopping my brother and Kali... from k*lling Derek. Melissa: Still working? Chris: Yeah, but not for much longer. Melissa: Anyone else feeling an unbearable itch they can't scratch? Sheriff: Well, not before you said something, but now, yes, I do. Melissa: Is she actually gonna come down here and slash all of our throats? Sheriff: Nah. She'll come down and strangle us with a garrote and then slash our throats. [clattering] Chris: Just the wind. [wind whooshing] [tense music] ♪ Ethan: We know about the lunar eclipse, So don't think Kali's gonna sit around waiting for it to level the playing field. She's coming, and my brother's coming with her. Peter: Good enough for me. Derek? Derek: You want me to run? Peter: No. I want you to stay and get slaughtered by an alpha with a psychotic foot fetish. Of course I want you to run. Sprint, gallop, leap your way the hell out of this town. Cora: If you want to fight and die for something, that's fine with me, but do it for something meaningful. Derek: How do you know I'm gonna lose? Peter: We don't, but I'll bet she has an idea. Don't you, Lydia? Lydia: I don't know anything. Peter: But you feel something, don't you? Derek: What do you feel? Lydia: I feel like... I'm standing in a graveyard. [elevator dings] Scott: Just grab anything? Stiles, I'm not smelling your dad's boxers. Socks? Okay, I'll smell the socks. Isaac: What about me? Allison: See what you can find in my dad's closet. Anything with the strongest scent. Agent McCall: Quite an arsenal your father's got here, young lady. Scott. Scott: What are you doing here? Agent McCall: Following one of the only leads I have. Now, since I don't know where you've been, why don't you have a seat, and we can talk? You too, Isaac. Issac: How do you know my name? Agent McCall: Your name's one of the few things I know. To be honest, the rest of what's going on around here has me stumbling in the dark, even over the smallest clue. Scott: If you're trying to tell me that you don't have a clue, I learned that a long time ago. Agent McCall: I'm really hoping to avoid the embarrassment of dragging my own son into an interrogation room. Really hoping. [alarm blaring] [metal crashes, alarm stops] Kali: Where is he? [snaps fingers] Lydia: I think he said he was heading out to do some shopping, run a few errands, The usual...[clears throat] werewolf afternoon. Kali: Who do you think you're talking to? Lydia: Someone in desperate need of a pedicure. I'd be happy to give you a referral. [growls] Kali: Oh, really? [growling] Peter: Don't call until you're at least 100 miles away. Go! Agent McCall: I'm not gonna lie. I'm more than a little disturbed, not only by the number of missing parents, but the fact that it's Stiles's father, your father, and your mother. [case clicks] Isaac: Mine are both d*ad. Agent McCall: Save the cliched teenage apathy for your high school teachers. The three of you know more than you're saying, And I'm fully willing to keep you here all night if I have to. [dramatic music] ♪ Kali: Did someone take their little assignment too seriously? [sighs] Aiden: She is not the problem. Kali: Maybe the problem is where your loyalties lie. Lydia: Oh, god. Is this about to get really violent? Ethan: Probably. ♪ [objects falling] ♪ Jennifer: So who wants to go first? [grunting] [exciting music] ♪ [growls] [roars] ♪ [growling] [roars] ♪ [bones cracking] ♪ [yells] [gasps] ♪ [dramatic music] Jennifer: That's right, Kali. Look at me. Look at my face. Do you know what it takes to be able to look like this, To be able to look normal? Kali: I don't care. Jennifer: It takes power. Power like this. ♪ [glass clinking] ♪ Kali: I-- I should've-- I should've ripped your head off! [screams] [breathing heavily] [growls] [roars] [crack] [gasping] Jennifer: What's the line coach likes to say? The bigger they are... [thunder] [ominous music] ♪ [exhales] [thunder] Scott: You can't keep us here. Allison: Not without some kind of warrant. Agent McCall: I've got a desk full of probable cause. Allison: My father is a highly respected private security consultant and federally licensed firearms dealer. That means he has to own a few w*apon. Like this 175-pound draw tactical crossbow or this carbon steel marine combat Kn*fe, .50ae desert eagle. Hmm. Smoke grenade with pull ring igniter. Go! [all coughing] Agent McCall: Wait! Scott, wait! [dramatic music] ♪ [sighs] Stiles: come on. Whoa, sh-- Oh. Whoa! [tires screech] [wind whistling] [breathing shakily] Lydia: What do you want from me? Jennifer: I want you to do what you do best, Lydia. I want you to scream. [roars] [screaming] [distant scream] Cora: What the hell was that? Derek: Lydia. We have to go back. [motorcycle engine running] Allison: Are you okay? Scott: I didn't know what to say to him. I couldn't come up with anything, But what you did, that was awesome. Isaac: I still haven't gotten anything from Stiles--you? Scott: I don't get it. Isaac: All right. Well, we can't wait for him. Come on. Deucalion: Cutting it a little close, aren't we, Scott? Scott: We got a little delayed. Where are the others? Deucalion: Occupying themselves with other pursuits. Scott: So it's just you and me against her? Deucalion: I think you'll be surprised what a good team we make. Scott: Okay, get Stiles. And then get to the root cellar, okay? We'll keep Jennifer away long enough for you to get them out of there. Isaac: How are you gonna do that? Scott: I have a plan. Derek: You did this for me? Jennifer: For us. For anyone who's ever been their victim. Derek: Stop talking to me like a politician. Stop trying to convince me of your cause! Jennifer: Fine, I'll convince you of someone else's. Scott. You can save his mother, Stiles's father. Derek: How? Jennifer: I need a guardian. And that's a role that can either be filled by the three parents I was forced to take or by you. Derek: I can't help you. I'm not even an alpha anymore. Jennifer: All I need is for you to help me get Deucalion in the right place at the right time. Derek: You just k*lled three of them on your own. What do you need me for? Jennifer: You haven't seen him at his strongest. I have. And If he's got Scott with him, I don't stand a chance unless I have you. Cora: Derek, don't trust her. Jennifer: I have the eclipse in my favor, but the moon's only gonna be in the earth's umbral shadow for 15 minutes. That's the extent of my window. There's no decision to struggle with. Help me k*ll him, and the others live. Just help me. Isaac: Are you sure we're going the right direction? Allison: I know we're near it. You think you can pick up a scent? Isaac: I'm trying, but I c-- I hear something. It's an--it's an emitter. It's one of your dad's. Allison: Are you sure? Isaac: Has to be. Come on. [dramatic music] ♪ Isaac: Allison. [dramatic music] Allison: Oh, my god. Thank god! Chris: You found us. Sheriff: Where's Stiles? Where's my son? Melissa: And Scott? Isaac: They're coming, all right? They're on their way to help. Melissa: Okay. [rumbling] ♪ Cora: We have to get going. Lydia, we can get help. Lydia: From who? Cora: I don't know, but we can't stay here. [soft cracking] Cora: They're alive. [wind whistling] Deucalion: You said you had a plan. Scott: On the first day of class, Jennifer sent all of us a message. It was the last line from joseph Conrad's heart of darkness. I got a message of my own to send her. [phone chimes] [phone beeping] Scott: You see this symbol? It's a symbol of revenge. You talk about balance, about saving people. We know what you really want. And now you know where to find us. [thunder] Isaac: Hurry! Watch out! [screams] Chris: Come on, let's get out of here. [screams] [dramatic music] ♪ Deaton: Cora, grab that table. Grab his hand. Here you go. Take his hand. Cora: Can you save them? Deaton: Only if they start healing on their own. Scott: What are you doing? Derek: This might be hard to believe, but I'm actually trying to help you. Deucalion: Ooh, like brother against brother. How very American this is. Are you ready, Jennifer? Hmm? Did you gather your herbs, pray to your ancient gods and your oak trees, slit a baby's throat, perhaps? Should we show them why you needed to sacrifice nine innocent people just to face me? Or is it 12 now? [tense music] [growls] Chris: It's blocked. What do you see? Anything? [cracking] Chris: Look out! [gasps] Allison: Isaac! Sheriff: Melissa, go, go, go. [crack] [creaking] [grunts] [roars] [dramatic music] ♪ [grunting] [chuckles] ♪ [roars] [both choking] [chuckles] [grunts] [panting] [grunts] Deucalion: k*ll her. Do it. [roars] Deucalion: Now k*ll her. Your parents are dying. That storm you hear, she's burying them alive. It's her connection to the telluric currents. k*ll her, and it ends. Jennifer: It won't end. Not with me. He'll have you k*ll everyone you love. It's what he does. Deucalion: They're dying, Scott. Your mother and the parents of your best friends. k*ll her now, and it's over. Become the alpha you're meant to be. Become a k*ller. Scott: They're not d*ad yet. Deucalion: And who's going to save them, your friends? Scott: My pack. Isaac: Is it me, or is this place getting smaller? [grunts] [snarls] Deucalion: Maybe you just need a little guidance. [straining] Scott: I forgot to tell you something. Something that Gerard told me. "Deucalion... isn't always blind." [groans] [grunting frantically] Deucalion: The eclipse. It started. Scott: Oh, no. [rumbling] Isaac: I can't do it. I can't hold it. I can't hold it. It's too much. Allison: It's too heavy. [loud creaking] [groaning] [triumphant music] Sheriff: I always said aluminum was better than wood. [creaking] [dramatic music] ♪ [thunder] [screams, grunts] [both grunting] Derek: Jennifer! [grunts] Derek: He doesn't know. Jennifer: Know what? Derek: What you really look like. He knows the cost of bringing Kali into his pack, but he's never seen the price you paid. [mournful vocal music] ♪ Jennifer: No. No, he hasn't. ♪ [screaming] ♪ Jennifer: Turn to me. Turn to me! [hyperventilating] [groans] Jennifer: What is this? Derek: Healing him made you weak, just like healing Cora did to me. You won't have your strength for at least a few minutes. Jennifer: Then you do it. k*ll him. Derek: No. Jennifer: What? Derek: Like my mother used to say, I'm a predator. I don't have to be a k*ller. [whimpers] Derek: Let them go. [grunting] Jennifer: Derek. [dramatic choral music] ♪ [both grunting] ♪ Derek: Your 15 minutes are up. [grunts] Jennifer: Like I told you, Derek, either you or the parents. Well, I guess I'll just have to take them now. In a few minutes, they'll be d*ad, and I won't need a lunar eclipse, even to k*ll a demon wolf. [dramatic music] ♪ Jennifer: You've tried this before, Scott. I don't remember you having much success. [grunts] [triumphant music] ♪ [breathing shakily] Jennifer: How did you do that? Scott: I'm an alpha now. Whatever you're doing to cause this storm, make it stop, or I'll k*ll you myself. I don't care what it does to the color of my eyes. Deucalion: It won't change the color of mine, so allow me. [gasping] Allison: Is it over? [laughs] Aiden: I knew. Lydia: What? Aiden: I knew you liked me. [phone vibrating] [phone beeps] Stiles: Scott? Scott: Hey, are you okay? Stiles: Yeah, we're okay. We're all okay. How about you, you okay? Scott: Sort of. Stiles: You think you can come get us? Scott: Yeah, of course. Stiles: Great, okay. Um, uh, bring a ladder. [all laugh] Derek: My mother told me you were a man of vision once. We're letting you go because we hope you can be that man again. Scott: But if you're not, then having your eyesight back won't matter, because you'll never see us coming. [g*n clicking] Allison: Back to storage? Chris: That's the plan. Allison: What if I've got a different plan? Deaton said that what we did in order to find you-- He said that it might draw things here, make beacon hills kind of a beacon again. Chris: I hope not. Allison: I was thinking that maybe I should be prepared. Learn to be a better fighter and learn all the things that you can still teach me. And maybe a few things more. But we're going to have a new code. Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes. Chris: We protect those who cannot protect themselves. Scott: I honestly don't know if he's ever coming back, and part of me hopes so. But another part hopes that maybe he'll be okay somewhere else. [mellow pop music] Scott: My dad doesn't look like he's gonna be leaving for a while. [knocking at door] Scott: But just because he's staying... ♪ [door closes] Scott: Doesn't mean he's welcome. ♪ Scott: Stiles and I both feel it every day, just like you said we would, and it makes me think about that quote Jennifer used to start our first class. Because when I feel it, Yeah, it's like... I'm looking "into the heart of an immense darkness." Deaton: So what do you do instead? Scott: I look for my friends. ♪ Deaton: But what about Miss Blake? Scott: I don't know. When we went back inside the distillery, her body was gone. [eerie music] [gasping] Jennifer: Oh, please, please. You saved me once before. [gasping] [laughs] Jennifer: Of course it's you. Everyone else suffers, but somehow, you come out on top. And now that Scott's an alpha, you'll be able to steal it from him. You'll be an alpha again. Peter: Again? Again? [gasping, grunts] Peter: I... am... the alpha! I've always been the alpha!

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "03x12 - Lunar Ellipse"}

foreverdreaming

STILES: Previously on Teen Wolf Deaton: You, Allison and Stiles need to be sacrifices. You'll be giving power back to the Nemeton. It attracts the supernatural. (SHRIEKING) Deaton: It will also have an effect on the three of you. It'll be a kind of a darkness. Scott: I'm an Alpha now. (GASPING) (MUMBLING) Stiles: No, no, no, no, no Don't let them in. Don't let them in. No, don't let them in. (BANGING) (GASPING) (PANTING) Lydia: You okay? Stiles? (EXHALES) Stiles: Yeah, I was just dreaming. It was weird. It was like a dream within a dream. Lydia: A nightmare? (SIGHS) Stiles: Yeah. Wait a second, Lydia. What are you doing here? (DOOR CREAKS OPEN) Stiles: Hang on. Lydia: Stiles, where are you going? Stiles: I'm just gonna close the door. Lydia: Just go back to sleep. Stiles: No, no, I should close it. Lydia: Don't worry about it. Stiles: What if someone comes in? Lydia: Like who? Just go back to sleep, Stiles. (WHISPERS) Stiles: No. But what if they get in? Lydia: What if who gets in? Stiles, just leave it. Please. Stiles. Stiles, come back to bed. Stiles. Please. Don't, Stiles. Don't! Don't go in there, please, don't. Please, Stiles, don't! (HEART BEATING) (WIND WHOOSHING) Stiles: It's a dream. This is just a dream. It's just a dream, get it out of your head, Stiles. You're dreaming. All right? So, wake up, Stiles. Wake up, Stiles. Wake up! (BIRDS CHIRPING) Sheriff: Hey, time to get up, kiddo. Get your butt to school. (EXHALES) Scott: And you couldn't wake up? Stiles: Nope, and it was beyond terrifying. You ever hear of sleep paralysis? Scott: Uh, no, do I want to? Stiles: Have you ever had a dream where you feel like you're about to wake up but you can't move or talk? Scott: Yeah. Yeah, I've had that. Stiles: It happens because during REM sleep your body is basically paralyzed. It's called muscle atonia. That way if you start dreaming about running, you don't actually start running in your bed. Scott: That makes sense. Stiles: But sometimes your mind can wake up before your body does. So for this split second, you're actually aware that your body is paralyzed. Scott: And that's the terrifying part. Stiles: It turns your dream into a nightmare. You can feel like you're falling, like you're being strangled, or, in my case, like you're at the center of a grove of magical trees where human sacrifices took place. Scott: You think it means something? Stiles: What if what we did that night what if it's still affecting us? Scott: Post-traumatic stress? Stiles: Or something. But you want to know what scares me the most? I'm not even sure this is real. (SCREAMING) Sheriff: Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. It's okay. You're okay. Isaac: Hey. Scott: Oh. Hey. Isaac: Um, are you going to school? Scott: Yeah. Isaac: Okay, me too. Scott: Good. Isaac: Can I can I ask you a question? Scott: Okay. Isaac: Are you angry at me? Scott: No. Isaac: Are you sure? Scott: No. Isaac: What's that mean? Scott: I guess I'm not really sure how I'm feeling. Isaac: Okay. Do you hate me? Scott: No, of course not. Isaac: Do you want to h*t me? Scott: No. Isaac: I think you should h*t me. Scott: I don't want to h*t you. Isaac: Are you sure? Scott: Why would I want to h*t you? You didn't do anything, did you? Isaac: No. I mean, um (STAMMERS) What do you mean? Scott: I mean like you didn't kiss her or anything, right? Isaac: No! Absolutely not. No. Scott: Did you want to? Isaac: Oh, yeah. Totally. Melissa: Hey! (GROANS) Melissa: You two supernatural teenage boys. Don't test my entirely un-supernatural level of patience. Isaac: Feel better? Sheriff: Hey. You all right? You ready for school? Stiles: Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Dad, seriously, I'm fine. It was just a nightmare. What's that? Sheriff: That's just, uh, files from the office. Stiles: It says "Sheriff's station, do not remove." Sheriff: Well, yeah, unless you're the Sheriff. Stiles: Oh. Sheriff: Now get your butt to school, all right? Allison: Gotta run, Dad. I'm late! (ELEVATOR DINGS) (DOOR CREAKING) (WATER DRIPPING) (DOOR LOCKS) (KATE SCREAMING) (LAUGHS) Allison: Kate, Kate, what are you doing? Kate: I'm sorry. (CREAKING) (SCREAMING) (SCHOOL BELL RINGING) Lydia: Allison, are you okay? (PANTING) Stiles: Hey. Hey, you all right? You don't look all right, Scott. Scott: I'm okay. Stiles: No, you're not. It's happening to you too. You're seeing things, aren't you? Scott: How'd you know? Lydia: Because it's happening to all three of you. Well, well, look who's no longer the crazy one. Allison: We're not crazy. Lydia: Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis? Yeah, you guys are fine. Scott: We did die and come back to life. That's gotta have some side effects, right? (SCHOOL BELL RINGING) Stiles: We keep an eye on each other. Okay? And Lydia, stop enjoying this so much. Lydia: What? Mr Yukimura: Good morning, everyone. My name is Mr. Yukimura. I'll be taking over for your previous History Teacher. My family and I moved here three weeks ago. I'm sure, by now, you all know my daughter, Kira. Or you might not since she's never actually mentioned anyone from school. Or brought a friend home for that matter. (SIGHS) Mr Yukimura: Either way, there she is. Now, let's begin with American History at the turn of the 20th century. Lydia: Not the steadiest hand for a superb marksman. Allison: It's been happening for the past few weeks. Since that night. (PAPER TEARING) Lydia: Start over. (EXHALES) Scott: Maybe we need a little more time to get back to normal. Stiles: Yeah, try not to forget we h*t the reset button on a supernatural beacon for supernatural creatures. There's a pretty good chance things are never going back to normal. Scott: Yeah. Stiles: What? Mr Yukimura: I thought you said you wanted to make friends. Kira: Not like that. Mr Yukimura: You said you wanted to be noticed. Kira: I could set myself on f*re and be noticed. Mr Yukimura: Well, then you'd be d*ad. Kira: Exactly. Mr Yukimura: Kira. Kira. Stiles: Oh, dude, your eyes. Scott: What about them? Stiles: They're starting to glow. Scott: You mean like right now? Stiles: Yes, right now. Scott, stop. Stop it. (PANTING) Scott: I can't I can't control it. Stiles: All right, just keep your head down. Look down, come on. Keep your head down. (GROWLING) Scott: Get back away from me. Stiles: Scott, it's okay. Scott: I don't know what's going to happen. Get back. (PANTING) (GRUNTING) (SIGHS) Scott: Pain makes you human. Stiles: Scott, this isn't just in our heads. This is real. And it's starting to get bad for me too. I'm not just having nightmares. I'm having dreams where I have to literally scream myself awake. And sometimes I'm not even sure if I'm actually ever waking up. Scott: What do you mean? Stiles: Do you know how you can tell if you're dreaming? You can't read in dreams. More and more, the past few days, I've been having trouble reading. It's like I can't see the words. I can't put the letters in order. Scott: Like even now? Stiles: I can't read a thing. Allison: Do you really think this is going to help? Lydia: I know that if you think it's not going to help it definitely won't. (CLEARS THROAT) Lydia: So get your head into it, sh**t a few and see what happens. Oh. (SIGHS) Lydia: Maybe hold the string a different way. Try the Mongolian draw. What? I read. Try it. (ARROW CLATTERS) Lydia: Okay, um Take a second to close your eyes and imagine the arrow going into the target. Allison: Did you see that? Lydia: See what? Allison: Wait here. Lydia: Are you serious? Allison: I'll be right back. Lydia: You did not just say that. Kate: (WHISPERING) Over here. Allison: Lydia? Kate: Allison, over here. Allison: Lydia? Kate: (WHISPERING) Over here, Allison. Allison: Lydia. (GASPS) Allison: Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Lydia. Scott: Right at her head? Isaac: Almost right through it. And she keeps saying the same thing, that she keeps seeing her aunt. Whatever's happening to you guys is getting worse. If I hadn't been there, then Lydia would be d*ad. Scott: What were you doing there? Isaac: Ah. Melissa: Oh, you guys, come on. This house does not have a supernatural ability to heal! So, stop it! Stiles: You know, the last time we bought one of these to her grave were stolen the same day. Hundred bucks down the drain. Hey, Dad? Hi, what are you doing down there? Sheriff: Working. And hey, if somebody wants the flowers that badly, they can have them. It's the gesture. Stiles: Hey, Dad, what is all this? Sheriff: I've been looking over some old cases from a more illuminated perspective, if you know what I mean. Stiles: "Strange sighting of bipedal lizard man sprinting across freeway." Sheriff: Kanima pile. Stiles: Dad, you're not going back through all your old cases seeing if any of them had something to do with the supernatural, are you? Sheriff: I admit the recent opening of my eyes to the greater mysteries of the universe has got me reassessing. There's at least 100 cases here where I look at the details and I can ask myself, "If I knew then what I know now" Stiles: Right, but are you sure you wanna go down that path? Sheriff: Do I have a choice? There's one case in particular that I can't get out of my head. Eight years ago, I was elected Sheriff of County, my first official duty was to tell a man that not only had his wife and two kids died in a car accident, but, as best we could tell, the body of his 9 year old daughter had been dragged from the wreck by coyotes. Stiles: You mean dragged and eaten? Sheriff: We didn't find the car until three days after the crash. They had driven off the road into a pretty deep ravine. Two bodies that were still in the car were covered in bites and slashes. Stiles: So you're thinking bites and claw marks, probably a werewolf att*ck? Sheriff: Maybe. Stiles: But coyotes, they scavenge, right? So, couldn't they have just left the bites and the slashes? Sheriff: Absolutely. But guess what night the accident occurred on? Stiles: The night of a full moon. Sheriff: Yeah. Stiles: Hey, Dad, where are all these going? Sheriff: Yeah, we, uh. We probably need to talk about that. (SCHOOL BELL RINGING) Stiles: Hi, sorry, I usually sit there. Okay, no problem. That's all yours. (CLEARING THROAT) Stiles: That's weird. Hey, Coach. Thought I was in the wrong class for a second. Um Okay. I don't actually know sign language. Actually, I didn't even know that you knew sign language. Or that that was even an elective here. Well, this has been good, I'm probably gonna, uh, head out. (WHISTLE bl*wing) Coach: Stilinski! Stiles: Uh-huh? Coach: I asked you a question. Stiles: Uh Sorry, Coach. What was it? Coach: It was "Stilinski, are you paying attention back there?" Stiles: Oh. Well, I am now. Coach: Stilinski, stop reminding me why I drink... Every night. Does anybody else want to try the question on the board? Stiles: I'm okay. I just fell asleep for a second. Scott: Dude You weren't asleep. Okay, so what happens to a person who has a near-death experience and comes out of it seeing things? Stiles: And is unable to tell what's real or not? Allison: And is being haunted by demonic visions of d*ad relatives? Isaac: They're all locked up because they're insane. Stiles: Ha. Can you at least try to be helpful, please? Isaac: For half my childhood, I was locked in a freezer. So, being helpful is kind of a new thing for me. Stiles: Hey, dude, are you still milking that? Isaac: Yeah, maybe I am still milking that. Kira: Hi. Hi, sorry. I couldn't help overhearing what you guys were talking about. And I think I actually might know what you're talking about. There's a Tibetan word for it. It's called "Bardo." It literally means "in-between state." The state between life and death. Lydia: And what do they call you? Scott: Kira. She's in our History class. Lydia: So are you talking Bardo in Tibetan Buddhism or Indian? Kira: Either, I guess. But all the stuff you guys were just saying? All that happens in Bardo. There are different progressive states where you can have hallucinations. Some you see, some you just hear. And you can be visited by peaceful and wrathful deities. Isaac: Wrathful deities? And what are those? Kira: Like demons. Stiles: Demons. Why not? Allison: Hold on, if there are different progressive states, then what's the last one? Kira: Death. You die. Deaton: It sounds like your subconscious is trying to communicate with you. Stiles: Well, how do I tell my subconscious to use a language that I actually know? Deaton: Do you remember what the sign language looked like? The placement and movement of the hands? Scott: You know sign language? Deaton: I know a little. Let me give it a sh*t. Stiles: Okay, the first one was like this. Then Deaton: That's "when." Stiles: Then there was this, twice. Deaton: That's door. Stiles: And this in between it. Deaton: That's it? Stiles: Yeah. Deaton: "When is a door not a door?" Stiles: "When is a door not a door"? Scott: When it's ajar. Stiles: You're kidding me. A riddle? My subconscious wants to tell me a riddle? Deaton: Not necessarily. When the three of you went under the water, when you crossed from unconsciousness to a kind of super-consciousness You essentially opened a door in your minds. Scott: So what does that mean? The door's still open? Deaton: Ajar. Stiles: A door into our minds? Deaton: I did tell you it was risky. Scott: What do we do about it? Deaton: Well, that's difficult to answer. Stiles: Oh, no, wait a second, I know that look. That's the "we know exactly what's wrong with you", "but we have no idea how to fix it" look. Deaton: One thing I do know is that having an opening like that into your mind, it's not good. You each need to close that door. And you need to do it as soon as possible. Stiles: Dad, what are you doing here? Sheriff: I'm here because I could use some help. Actually Your help. Scott: Why me? Sheriff: Because eight years ago, almost an entire family died in a car accident. One of the bodies, a young girl named Malia, was never found. There's enough evidence to have me thinking that That a werewolf could have caused the accident, and then dragged her body away. If you could somehow get a lock on her scent if you could somehow help me find her body, it might provide the missing clue. Stiles: But what if it was a werewolf? Sheriff: Well, there's somebody out there who m*rder an entire family. Someone who still needs to be caught. Mr Tate: I've been having a coyote problem. The population is up around here and they get into everything. Sheriff: That doesn't exactly look big enough to catch one. Mr Tate: It's a rat trap. Take away the coyote's source of food and they leave you alone. And these days, to be honest, I'd prefer to be left alone. Sheriff: I understand. Just a couple of questions and I promise I'll leave. (SIGHS) (DOOR CREAKING) Mr Tate: New evidence? Sheriff: Possibly. (SNIFFING) Scott: All I'm getting is some animal smell. Stiles: What kind of animal? (GROWLING) Scott: Dog. (SNARLING) Stiles: Hi, puppy. Get rid of it. Scott: Me? Stiles: Yes, you. Glow your eyes at it, something, be the Alpha. (SNARLING CONTINUES) Scott: I can't. I don't have control. Stiles: Okay, buddy, you're going to have to try something. Scott: Nice doggy (BARKING) Mr Tate: Apollo! Apollo, shut up! Shut the hell up! (WHINING) Stiles: Here. Try that. Anything? Scott: All I'm getting is that dog. (SIGHS) (CAMERA CLICKS) Mr Tate: m*rder? I spent eight years thinking that it was an accident and now you're telling me that it could be m*rder? Who the hell would want to m*rder my wife and girls? My whole family? (STUTTERING) Sheriff: That's what I want to find out. Mr Tate: I don't. I don't want to redefine this entire nightmare as an unsolved m*rder. Just leave me alone with tragic accident. Because that's what I've spent eight years getting used to. Accident. Not m*rder. (STUTTERING) Sheriff: I-I-I apologize. (SHOUTING) Mr Tate: Just go! Scott: I'm sorry. I tried as hard as I could. If it wasn't so long ago, I might have been able to do it. Sheriff: It's okay. It was a long sh*t. In fact, it was a pretty terrible idea. I think I just ripped a wound open in that poor man. I never should have brought you guys here. I don't know what I was thinking. Thanks for trying, all right? Scott: Yeah. Sheriff: See you at home. Scott: Aren't there a lot of cases that go unsolved? Stiles: Yeah, I just think this is one he felt like he could've figured out right now. Scott: Why is it so important now? Stiles: He wants to be able to solve one more while he's still Sheriff. Scott: What do you mean, "still Sheriff"? (SCOTT AND RAFAEL ARGUING) Agent McCall: I'm trying to help Scott: That doesn't make any sense, Dad. Who are you helping? Just get out. Agent McCall: Scott Scott: What? I can't believe that you'd do this to my best friend. Agent McCall: I'm not doing anything to your friend. I'm doing my job. Scott: Your job sucks. Agent McCall: Some days I can't argue that. Melissa: Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on? Scott: He's trying to get Stiles' dad fired. Agent McCall: No. That's not true. Melissa: What are you doing? Agent McCall: Conducting a case for impeachment. Melissa: That sounds a lot like getting him fired. Agent McCall: The lack of resolution and ability to close cases is what's going to get him fired. My job is just to collect the information. And it's the job my superiors have given me. Melissa: Your job sucks. Melissa: Scott. Sweetheart. Calm down. Come with me right now. Let it go. Just breathe and let it go. Scott: I'm trying. Melissa: You told me you and Stiles learned a way to control this. You find an anchor, right? Find your anchor. Scott: My anchor was Allison. (GROANS) Scott: I don't have Allison anymore. Melissa: Then be your own anchor. You can do this. (PANTING) (SIGHS) Melissa: Sweetheart, let me tell you something no teenager ever believes, but I swear to you is the absolute truth. You fall in love more than once. It'll happen again. And it'll be just as amazing and as extraordinary as the first time. And maybe just as painful. But it will happen again, I promise. And until then be your own anchor. (KNOCKING) Stiles: Hey, what's going on? Scott: You and me. We're going to go out and find a body. A d*ad body. Allison: You're sure Scott's okay with this? Isaac. Isaac: Yeah. He's 100% over it. Allison: He said that? Isaac: Not in so many words, but (BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY) Isaac: He's moved on. You should too. Allison: What's around your neck? Kate: Let's do him, Allison. Let's do him together. (GASPS) (GASPING) (PANTING) Stiles: You know, if my dad's right, that means there's another werewolf in town that we haven't met yet. Scott: I know. Stiles: If it turns out to be something like triplets that form into, like, a three-headed hound of hell, I'm seriously not up for that. Scott: Yeah. Me either. Especially if I can't even control my own transformation anymore. (HOWLING) Stiles: Sorry, buddy. I hate coyotes so much. They always sound like they're mauling some tiny, helpless little animal. Scott: It still works. Stiles: Let me see the flashlight. I think we found it. Scott: Uh Why wouldn't they move it? Isn't it evidence? Stiles: Probably too much of a pain in the ass to tow out. Look at this. See those? Animal claws would be closer together, right? A lot closer. Scott: Then it was a werewolf. Stiles: So, my dad was right. Scott: What is that? (ELECTRONIC VOICE FROM BABY DOLL) I'm hungry. (SCREAMS) Stiles: I think I just had a minor heart att*ck. (GROWLING) Scott: Hey, Stiles Please tell me you see that. Stiles: I see it. Wait, hey, Scott! Scott, wait! (PANTING) (GROANS) (SNARLING) Scott: Malia? (MAN GROANING) (VIBRATING) Peter: Why are you looking at me like this is my fault? Derek: Because it is your fault. (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (BOTH GROANING) Peter: Yeah, you're probably right.

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Previously on Teen Wolf Peter: Why're you looking at me like this is my fault? Stiles: You're seeing things, aren't you? Scott: How'd you know? Lydia: Because it's happening to all three of you. (GASPS) Stiles: Wake up! Sheriff: Eight years ago, almost an entire family died in a car accident. A young girl named Malia was never found. Two bodies that were still in the car were covered in bites and slashes. Scott: Malia? Severo: You see this equipment? Very old. The settings are not quite accurate anymore. So it's hard to tell just how far to turn the dial. Peter: I think it's a little high. (SCREAMS) Severo: I've seen some crack their teeth. Others, they just shake and shake even after their heart stops. Sometimes we don't even know they're d*ad. (BOTH GROANING) (LAUGHS) Severo: But nobody wants to play a guessing game. So, why don't you just tell us? Where is La Loba? Derek: We don't know where La Loba is. Severo: No? Maybe you need a different method of persuasion? Maybe we cut one of you in half, the other talks? Peter: I would love to be the helpful volunteer, but we really don't know what you're talking about. And honestly, isn't bisecting people with a broad sword a little medieval? (CHUCKLES) Severo: Broad sword? We're not savages. (CHAINSAW WHIRRING) Severo: We all wonder how far your little healing trick goes. What do you think? Can you grow back an arm? We're pretty sure you can't grow back your head. Araya: Boys. No tiene que ser tan duro. (WHIRRING STOPS) Derek: No hablo español. Araya: Tú hablas muchos idiomas, Derek Hale. You know exactly what I'm saying. And you know who we want. Where is the She-Wolf? Derek: We don't know any She-Wolf. Araya: I know you won't talk, lobito. This one will talk. This one loves the sound of his own voice. Peter: You should hear me sing. Severo: We want to hear you scream. Peter: No one ever wants to hear me sing. Araya: What could we do to persuade you, hmm? Where is the She-Wolf? (SCREAMING) (SHE CUTS OFF A FINGER) Araya: Think about it. I'm only going to ask you nine more times. (BOTH SCREAMING) Oh. (PANTING) Stiles: I think I found something. Scott: So did I. Stiles: It's a coyote den. Scott: Werecoyote. Stiles: You see this? This is Malia's. Remember, it's the same one she was wearing in the photo. Scott: We shouldn't be in here. Stiles: What do you mean? Scott: She's not going to come back now. We just inv*de her home. Our scent's going to be everywhere. Stiles: If she's not going to come back here, where's she going to go? Scott: I don't know. Stiles: Can you track her now? You think you got her scent? Scott: Maybe. But I'm better at this when I'm a full wolf. And I'm still worried that if I do it, I won't be able to turn back. (SIGHS) Stiles: The door's still open. Scott: If I can't get to Derek, we're gonna have to find someone else to help. This is basically a crime scene, right? I think it might be a little out of my boss's league. Stiles: And more in my dad's. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION OVER RADIO) Sheriff: You're sure it was her? Scott: I looked her right in the eyes. And they glowed just like mine. Stiles: It makes sense, Dad. Sheriff: But it wasn't a girl. It was a four-legged coyote, right? Stiles: Well, okay. But yeah, see, that's the point that we don't exactly have figured out yet. Scott: Okay, but if it was a full moon and she did change while her mom was driving, then anything could've happened. Stiles: Horrible things could've happened. Ripping, shredding, tearing things. Scott: Which is probably what caused the accident. Stiles: Think about it, Dad, all right. They're driving, Malia starts to change, she goes out of control, the mom crashes and everybody dies Scott: Except for Malia. Stiles: She blames herself, all right, goes off running into the woods and eventually becomes trapped inside the body of a coyote. Sheriff: That makes sense. (SIGHS) Sheriff: In a Chinese folktale. Boys, this is this is insane. I need this kept quiet. The two of you, not a word. I don't want anyone hearing about this. I especially don't want Mr. Tate hearing about this. Scott? Scott! Scott: Sorry. What did you say? Sheriff: Oh, hell. Mr. Tate. Agent McCall: Mr. Tate? Mr Tate: It's hers. Agent McCall: All right, wait here. Scott: Dad. Agent McCall: I'll talk to you in a minute. I wouldn't mind hearing how your mom's okay with you running around in the woods this late. Sheriff: What the hell are you doing bringing him here? Agent McCall: I'm getting confirmation on a more than significant lead. And starting to understand why your department can't close cases. Sheriff: There's no body. There's no remains to identify. Agent McCall: Well, not yet, Sheriff. But do a little digging and I'm sure you'll uncover something. Like the bones of a 9-year-old girl. Sheriff: I think you're going to find it's just a little bit more complicated than that, Special Agent. Agent McCall: Come on, Stilinski, you know how this goes. It's the not knowing that ruins people like Tate. The truth, no matter how profoundly it sucks the truth is always better than not knowing. (SNARLING) Stiles: Here's where we found the den. It's right in the middle of the hiking trails. Allison: Well, that could narrow it down. Coyotes travel in fixed trails. But I think you're right about her not going back to the den. Coyotes don't like wolves. And they're really smart. If they don't want to be heard, they actually walk on their toes. Stiles: Coyotes tip-toe? Allison: They tip-toe. (MOUTHING) (BELL RINGING) Allison: I got to go, but send me the pinned location. Stiles: Okay. Kira: Hey. I'm Kira. You knew that. I knew you knew that. I don't know why I just told you that again. Anyway, I have something for you. Scott: For me? Kira: Yeah. About the bardo. My explanation was sort of all over the place, so I did some research and I printed it out for you. (CHUCKLES) Scott: Ah, you didn't have to do that. Kira: It only took a couple of hours. Scott: Wow. Then you really didn't have to do that. Kira: I swear I printed it out. Mr Yukimura: Kira. You forgot all the research you did for that boy you like. All right, everyone. Let's get started. We were just talking about internment camps and prisoners of w*r. There's a passage in our reading that I'd like to go over in more detail. Who would like to come up and read aloud for us? Mr. Stilinski, how about you? Stiles: Oh, maybe someone else could. Mr Yukimura: Everyone participates in my class, Mr. Stilinski. Stiles: Okay. (WHISPERING) Stiles: Okay, okay. Come on, come on. Scott: Stiles? You okay? (BREATHING HEAVILY) Scott: I should take him to the nurse's office. Stiles, look at me, man. Is this a panic att*ck? Stiles: It's a dream, it's a dream. This is just a dream. Scott: No, it's not. This is real. You're here. You're here with me. Okay, what do you do? I mean, like, how do you tell if you're awake or dreaming? Stiles: Your fingers you count your fingers. You have extra fingers in dreams. Scott: How many do I have? Hey! Look at me. Come on, Stiles. Look at my hands and count with me. Stiles: One Two. Scott: Keep going. Stiles: Three. Four. Scott: Five. Stiles: Six. Seven. Scott: Eight. Stiles: Nine. Ten. Scott: Ten. Ten. (PANTING) Stiles: What the hell is happening to me? Scott: We'll figure it out. You're going to be okay. Stiles: Am I? Are you? Scott, you can't transform. Allison's being haunted by her d*ad aunt. And I'm straight up losing my mind. We can't do this. We can't we can't help Malia. We can't help anyone. Scott: We can try. We can always try. (BELL RINGING) Mr Yukimura: Do not forget the chapters on President Carter and the Commission on Wartime Relocation. (SNARLING) Kira: Oh, my God. (GROWLING) (PANTING) (COYOTE GROWLING) (GASPING) (COYOTE GROWLS) Peter: I don't want to make it sound like we don't appreciate your hospitality but do you think it would be possible to put that on ice? Maybe something for my hand? Extra-large Band-Aid? Perhaps some antibiotic ointment? (FOOTSTEPS) (SIGHS) (g*n f*ring) (THUD) Severo: No. (GRUNTING) (PANTING) Derek: You're the one who saved Isaac. Braeden: I'm the one who was hired to save Isaac. Peter: Someone hired you to get us out of here? Braeden: Someone hired me to get Derek out of here. You, I'm totally fine leaving for d*ad. Peter: When did I get this reputation? Derek: Who hired you? Braeden: Deucalion. Peter: Deucalion? The guy who did that to you? Braeden: A girl's gotta eat. All right, let's get the hell out of here. Derek: We're not leaving without it. Braeden: Without what? Sheriff: A couple of students said they saw it running across the field and back into the woods. Thank God, nobody got hurt. Stiles: What happens if she does hurt someone? (SIGHS) Sheriff: Most likely they'll have to put it down. Stiles: Put her down? Dad, try not to forget there's a girl in there, one that you'll be k*lling. Come on, you aren't back to not believing, are you? Sheriff: I believe there are a lot of things I don't understand yet. But that doesn't mean that everything and anything imaginable is suddenly possible. Now, are you 100% sure that this is a girl and not an animal? Stiles: Yes. Because Scott's sure. Scott, you been listening? Stiles: All right, let's get this figured out. Come on. Kira: Dad, seriously, I'm okay. Mr Yukimura: Why were you not headed to lunch like everyone else? Kira: They left their bags. I was just trying to do something nice. You do something nice and you make friends. Or so I've heard. Stiles: Scott. I think I know what she was looking for. Scott: You took the doll from the car? Stiles: Yeah, I thought you could use it, you know, for like her scent. Mr Tate: Where did you get that? Where did you find this? It belonged to my daughter. (WHISPERS) Sheriff: Sorry. Sheriff: Mr. Tate, I don't know how you heard about this. If you got your own police scanner or what but you can't be here. Mr Tate: I have a permit. Sheriff: California schools are g*n free zones, permit or no permit. You need to leave, Mr. Tate. Now. (STUTTERS) Mr Tate: You find that animal. You find that thing. Deaton: Xylazine. It's a tranquilizer for horses. For a werecoyote, expect it to work within seconds. I only have three. So whoever's sh**ting, needs to be a damn good sh*t. Scott: Allison's a perfect sh*t. Isaac: She used to be. Scott: She can do it. Isaac: If we manage to find the thing. Stiles: Okay, what is the point of him? Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity and the scarf? What's up with the scarf anyway? It's 65 degrees out. Isaac: Look, maybe I'm asking a question no one here wants to ask. How do we turn a coyote back into a girl, when she hasn't been a girl for eight years? Scott: I can do it. Stiles: You can? Scott: You remember the night that Peter trapped us in the school? In the gym, he was able to make me turn using just his voice. Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery. Deaton: This is a werecoyote, Scott. Who knows if it'll even work if you can find someone who can teach you. Stiles: That's why you called Derek, first. (SIGHS) Scott: Yeah, I could try it on my own. But right now, I'm too scared to even change into just a werewolf. Stiles: We need a real Alpha. You know what I mean. An Alpha who can do Alpha things. You know, an Alpha who can get it going. You know, get it Isaac: Up? Scott: Great. I'm an Alpha with performance issues. Deaton: Is there anyone else besides Derek who could help? Isaac: I wouldn't trust Peter. Stiles: Maybe the twins? Deaton: They're not Alphas anymore. After what Jennifer did, almost k*lling them? It broke that part of them. Stiles: Yeah, but what if they know how to do it? Scott: Nobody's seen them for weeks. Stiles: Actually, that's not totally true. Lydia: They said they'd meet us here. (GRUNTING) (GROANS) Scott: I thought you guys were gonna teach me to roar. Aiden: We are. You do it by giving in. Ethan: Giving in and letting go. That's how Deucalion taught us control. (GROANS) Stiles: Hey, you know, that's funny. I've actually tried something like this one time using a heart monitor and lacrosse balls. But you're right, beating the living crap out of him is probably a lot better. Scott: That's actually the plan? You kick my ass? Aiden: You're afraid to turn. Ethan: We're gonna make you turn. Then you kick our asses. Aiden: And then you roar. (ROARING) Aiden: You don't think you can let go with us? Ethan: You think you're going to hurt us? Aiden: Come on, McCall. Give it your all. Ethan: We can always heal. (GROANS) Aiden: You're an Alpha. You want to roar like one, you've got to give in full throttle. You've got to be the monster. Become the beast. Ethan: Become everything you're afraid of. That's what gives you power. It gives you strength. (GROANING) Aiden: Giving into it doesn't make you the bad guy. Ethan: So long as you can control it. Aiden: Sometimes control's a little overrated. (GROANS) Stiles: Come on, Scott. Fight back. Scott: What if I can't control it? What if I can't turn back? Ethan: Then it takes over. You become Malia. You get further and further away from being human. You turn into an animal. Or worse. Aiden: You turn into Peter. (GROWLING) (SCREAMING) (GROANING) Aiden: What? I thought we were helping him. Ethan: You help too much. (BREATHING HEAVILY) Allison: Do you think you can hone in on Malia? If not, we're going to be in the woods for a long time. Isaac: I've got a pretty good lock on her scent. It's actually kind of strong. Allison: What is it? Isaac: Pee. You okay? Kate: The ME marked the cause of death as animal att*ck, but the authorities are waiting for confirmation by autopsy. Personally, I think it might have been something a little Stranger. Ah. Well, there's definitely something wrong with it. (THUD) Kate: The rest of the organs look pretty good, though. (ROARING) Isaac: Allison! Allison: Oh, my God! I'm so sorry. I'm I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was doing. I'm sorry. Isaac: Als, better than ring daggers, I guess. Allison: How am I supposed to help anyone if I'm like this? What am I supposed to do? Isaac: Allison. Let me help you. Show me what to do. (BRAKES SCREECHING) Lydia: Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good? Scott: We're trying to keep a father from k*lling his own daughter. Isaac: Actually, we're trying to keep a guy from k*lling a coyote who is actually his daughter, who we don't know how to change from a coyote back to his daughter. Stiles: And again with the not helping. Scott: Did you bring it? Sheriff: A jogger on her early morning run almost stepped right into this. Now, you want to tell me exactly how many of those you put out there? Mr Tate: Sheriff, hold on Oh, my God. Sheriff: Some kid could get trapped in one of these. Some kid could die in one of these. Mr Tate: My kid died. Mine. Sheriff: You and me. We're going out there right now. And we're going to disarm every single one, I don't care if it takes all night. Mr Tate: It's in the house. Sheriff: Tate! Tate! (g*n) (g*n) Stiles: Wait, wait. Wait! Wait! I want the woods cleared of hikers, joggers, anybody else who might be on those trails. (CELLPHONE RINGING) Stiles: It took the doll again? What the hell is so important about this doll? Sheriff: I don't know, but listen to me. There are traps all over those woods. Near the trails. Probably near the car crash. And Tate is out there with a r*fle. I want you to stay out of those woods. You got that? Stiles? Stiles: It's the doll. Sheriff: Stiles? Stiles: It's the doll? (g*n) Stiles: All right, but why would it go all the way to the school and then all the way back to the house just for a doll? One that was in the car wreck in the first place. We didn't find it in the coyote den. Lydia: It likes the doll. Who cares? Stiles: It likes the doll a lot. Lydia: What kind of doll is it? Stiles: I don't know. It's a doll, you know. It's got little arms, a big baby head and d*ad, soulless eyes. Actually, I took a pic. Here. Lydia: That's Malia? Stiles: Yeah, that's the jacket and the scarf we found in the den. Lydia: Stiles, she's not holding the doll. Stiles: That's Malia's younger sister. It's her doll. Stiles: I know what she's doing. Lydia: What? Stiles: I know where she's going. Allison: Isaac, wait! (SCREAMS) (PANTING) Isaac: Allison, there he is. h*t Tate. Use the tranq on him. Allison: Okay? Okay, come on. Isaac: Allison. Allison! Breathe. (BREATHES DEEPLY) (WHISPERING) Allison: Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes (TRANQUILIZER g*n FIRES) Allison: Isaac, she's gone. Stiles: Scott, it's me, you got to call me back as soon as you can. It wasn't Malia's doll. It was her sister's. Malia left it at the car for her sister. It's like bringing flowers to a grave. Okay, and we stole the flowers. So, that's all she's trying to do, right. Bring the doll back to the grave, to the car wreck. That's where she's headed. The car wreck. Lydia: Stiles? Stiles: Yeah. Lydia: Stiles! Stiles: Lydia, don't move. Lydia: Look for a warning label. Stiles: A warning label? Lydia: Instructions on how to disarm it. Stiles: Lydia, why the hell would they put instructions on the bottom of a trap? Lydia: Because animals can't read. Stiles: Lydia, we got a problem. Lydia: Huh? Stiles: I can't read either. Lydia: You don't need the instructions. When was the last time you've ever used instructions? Am I right? You don't need them because you are too smart to waste your time with them, okay? You can figure it out. Stiles, you're the one who always figures it out. So you can do it. Figure it out. Stiles: Okay, here we go. Ready? (GASPING) Stiles: Okay, here we go. (LYDIA SQUEALS) (BOTH GRUNTING) (SIGHS) (ROARING) (SNARLS) (GROWLS) (YELLS) (DISTANT HOWLING) Stiles: That's what I'm talking about. (GROWLING) (KNOCKING) Sheriff: Mr. Tate. Mr Tate: Malia? (BOTH SOBBING) Peter: It's made from a Rowan tree. It's mountain ash wood. And that would be just mountain ash. Somebody really doesn't want our hands in there. (SIGHS)

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "03x14 - More Bad Than Good"}

foreverdreaming

Previously on Teen Wolf Mr Yukimura: Kira, you forgot all the research you did for that boy you like. Derek: We're not leaving without it. Peter: Somebody really doesn't want our hands in there. Chris: We're gonna need a lot more help. Stiles: Lydia's got sort of a talent. Lydia: I'm psychic. Deaton: You opened a door. It will draw them here, like a beacon. Agent McCall: Bring him around back. And keep it quiet. No one needs to know except for the people who absolutely need to know. Melissa: Oh, here we go. Sheriff: Hey. He is not coming in. Agent McCall: This is the only hospital that will take him. Sheriff: What about County? Agent McCall: You'd be surprised how fast things fill up when a guy like this needs surgery. Melissa: They turfed him to us? Sheriff: Yeah. If County doesn't want to operate on him Agent McCall: Then someone has to. Melissa: Somebody needs to do his pre-op interview. Agent McCall: Who usually does that? Melissa: Me. Stiles: Get your ass down here now. We have a job to do. Scott: Dude, I'm already in bed. And aren't we getting a little old for this? Stiles: We do this for Coach. Scott: I thought we did this to Coach. Stiles: Whatever, okay? You know he needs this. He lives for this stuff. He loves it. Scott: But it's the middle of the night. Stiles: 12:15 actually. Which means it's after midnight and officially Mischief Night/Day, and, by perfectly awesome coincidence, it's also happens to be Coach's birthday. So if you are not down here in five seconds, I will destroy you. Okay? And I mean five, four, three, two - Scott: One. Stiles: I hate you. Agent McCall: Try to keep in mind exactly what this guy's capable of. He's a former electrical engineer who decided to walk onto a school bus with a shrapnel b*mb. He left four students d*ad and a fifth with no legs. Melissa: Just out of curiosity, have any of his psychiatrists made any progress? Agent McCall: I'm told this is the same thing almost every day. When he gets out, he's going to do it again. And next time, he's going to get it right. Melissa: Mr. Barrow, do you understand that scar tissue has formed around a piece of shrapnel that remains in your body from a previous injury and that it is now blocking vital functions? Barrow: Yes. Melissa: Do you understand that we must put you under general anesthesia tomorrow morning in order to remove the obstruction? Barrow: Do the kids still pull pranks the day before Halloween? Melissa: You mean Mischief Night? Barrow: Where I'm from, we called it Hell Night. Hmm. And, yes, I understand. Melissa: Do you have any allergies to any medications? Barrow: No. Melissa: Are you taking any medications other than the ones listed here? Temazepam. Divalproex. Barrow: I just take what they give me. Melissa: I'm going to need to listen to his heart.In And out. In. In. Barrow: Why don't you just ask the question you really want to ask? Melissa: Why did you do it? Barrow: I saw their eyes. Their eyes were glowing. I saw them. I saw their eyes! Their eyes were glowing! Their eyes were glowing! Their eyes were glowing! Scott: You're back in school? Ethan: No, just to talk. Stiles: Oh. That's kind of a change of pace for you guys. Usually, you're just hurting, maiming, and k*lling. Aiden: You need a pack. We need an Alpha. Stiles: Yeah. Absolutely not. That's hilarious though. Aiden: You came to us for help. We helped. Stiles: You b*at his face into a bloody pulp. That's not helping. In my opinion, that's actually counter-productive. Scott: Why would I say yes? Aiden: We'd add strength. We'd make you more powerful. There's no reason to say no. Isaac: I can think of one. Like the two of you holding Derek's claws while Kali impaled Boyd. In fact, I don't know why we're not impaling them right now. Aiden: You want to try? Scott: Sorry, but they don't trust you. And neither do I. Ethan: What now. No. No way. Aiden: We never finished. Ethan: And we don't have to. Aiden: What if I want to? Ethan: You You seriously want to go back to high school? Is this about Lydia? Aiden: This is about getting Scott to change his mind. We're not just Betas anymore. We're Omegas. The bitches, remember? When everyone we've screwed over finds out we don't have a pack anymore, what do you think's going to happen? We're d*ad on our own. Ethan: That's still better than being back in high school. I'm not doing it. No way. What? I'm not taking math. Aiden: I'll take it for you. Stiles: All right, that's my face! Hey, dude, good decision, buddy. Good Alpha decision. Scott: I hope so. Stiles: No, you know so. than I can take What are you looking at? Scott: Me? Stiles: You. You looking at her? Scott: Her? Who her? Stiles: Her her. Kira. You like her? Scott: No. I mean Yeah, yeah, she's okay. She's new. Stiles: So, ask her out. Scott: Now? Stiles: Yes, now. Scott: Right now? Stiles: Right now. Scott, I don't think you get it yet. You're an Alpha. You're the apex predator. Everyone wants you. You're like the hot girl that every guy wants. Scott: The hot girl? Stiles: You are the hottest girl. Isaac: What? Scott: I'm the hot girl. Isaac: Yes, you are. Coach: Peek-a-boo! That's all you got? That's it? Son of a bitch! Mischief Night, Devil's Night. I don't care what you call it. You little punks are evil. You think it's funny every Halloween my house gets egged? A man's house is supposed to be his castle. Mine's a frickin' omelet. Oh, this? We're gonna do this again? I don't think so. "Happy Birthday." "Love, Greenberg." Danny: What are you doing? Lydia: There's a fly. Doctor: Anybody else here think I should make a minor slip and let this bastard bleed out on the table? That's just a little surgical humor, Melissa. Relax. Clamp, please. Suction. Let's see what we have here. Oh! Okay, that's That's That's not shrapnel. Uh, 10 blade. What's the problem? You're missing your 10 blade? Melissa: Doctor Doctor, I think you should see this. I really think you should see this. Ah! Move! Move! Melissa: He's gone. Barrow's gone. He's going to be okay. Stay with me. Peter: Ow! Don't you have any anesthetic? Derek: Yep. Peter: Well, are you at least going to tell me what I risked life and digit for? Derek: I'm going to show you. After the f*re, that's all that was left of her. Peter: Talia. I can't decide if that's touching or morbid. I guess the real question is, what are you planning on doing with them? Derek: I have to ask her something. And from what I've heard, this is the only way it's possible. Peter: You gotta be kidding me. Derek: Why do you think I sewed your finger back on? Melissa: Sheriff? Sheriff. Sheriff: Hey. Melissa: These d*ad flies everywhere? They came out of Barrow. Out of his tumor. Sheriff: Is that even possible? Melissa: Maggots can come from the body. It's called myiasis. But from the stomach? It's not likely. And there's something else. Last night, he told me why he k*lled those teenagers. Sheriff: Yeah, I know. I read the report. Glowing eyes. Melissa: We know a few kids that fit that description. Agent McCall: Listen up, everyone. The stolen ambulance has been spotted. Corner of Truman and Spaulding. Sheriff: That's three blocks from the school. Let's go. Go! Lydia: Oh, no. I don't think so. There's no way you come back here after two weeks of nothing, with your cute little smile, the dark eyes, the brooding forehead, the muscles, and suddenly we're ripping each other's clothes off in Coach's office. No way. It's not gonna happen. Aiden: Guidance office? Lydia: Okay. Stiles: Wait a minute, wait a minute! The William Barrow? The Shrapnel b*mb? Spotted nearby? Sheriff: A little closer than nearby, actually. Agent McCall: How do we get down to the basement? I need to know where every entrance is. I don't want anybody coming in or out of the school. Stiles: Dad, what's really going on here? Isaac: Barrow went after kids with glowing eyes? He said those exact words? Stiles: Yeah. And no one knows how he woke up from anesthesia. Just that when they opened him up, they found a tumor full of live flies, which in any other circumstance would be all kinds of awesome. Lydia: Did you say flies? Allison: Lydia? Lydia: All day I have been hearing this sound. It's like This buzzing. Allison: Like the sound of flies? Lydia: Exactly like the sound of flies. Mr Yukimura: All I'm saying is, I don't understand why you're sitting here with me instead of in the cafeteria with the other kids. Kira: Maybe I want to keep you company. Mr Yukimura: You should be embarrassed to be seen with me. Not keeping me company. Kira? You must have some friends by now. Kira: I don't know what's wrong with me. I had a lot of friends back home. But here it's like every time I open my mouth, I just start rambling like an idiot. Mr Yukimura: Try again. Fail again. Fail better. Kira: Are you quoting Samuel Beckett to me? Mr Yukimura: I thought that was Yoda. Someone will show an interest. You're a beautiful girl. How could they not? Kira: The only one who's shown any interest in me is a rabid coyote. Mr Yukimura: Maybe you could date the coyote? Kira: I don't want a date. And I definitely don't need a boyfriend. I just want to make a few friends. Stiles: Sorry...Hey, dude, where the hell have you been? Lydia: The police are leaving. Why are they leaving? Scott: The police? Stiles: They must have cleared the building and grounds, which means he's not here. Scott: Who? What are you guys-- Lydia: He has to be here. That sound, the buzzing I've been hearing? It's getting louder. Stiles: How loud? Dad! Dad! Sheriff: Yeah? Stiles: You can't leave yet. Sheriff: We got an eyewitness that puts Barrow by the train station. Agent McCall: Let's go, Stilinski. Stiles: Whoa, whoa. Dad, please just Lydia said that he's still here. Sheriff: Did she see him? Stiles: Not exactly. No. Well, not at all actually. But she has a feeling. A supernatural feeling. Sheriff: Lydia wasn't on the chessboard. Stiles: She is now. Sheriff: Kanima? Stiles: Um, Banshee. Sheriff: Oh, God. Stiles: I know. I know how it sounds. But basically it means that she can sense when someone's close to death. Sheriff: Can she sense that I'm about to k*ll you? Stiles: I don't know. Sheriff: All right, look, I'm not saying I don't believe, but right now, I'm going with eyewitness over Banshee. We're leaving a few deputies here. The school's on lockdown till 3:00. Nobody comes in, nobody goes out. Buddy, that's the best I've got right now. That's the best I can give you, Stiles. Stiles: You're leaving me here, that is not... that is the worst. Scott: You got it? Melissa: Promise me you'll be careful. I looked right in this guy's eyes, and it was terrifying. Scott: Yeah. Okay, Mom, I promise. Okay? Melissa: Okay. Scott: Lydia thinks that he's still here even though the cops searched the whole school. But they didn't have one thing. Our sense of smell. Allison: The Bestiary is literally a thousand pages long. If I'm going to find anything about flies coming out of people's bodies, it could take me all night. Lydia: And remember, the word in archaic Latin for fly is musca. Allison: Got it. Lydia: Where do we start? Stiles: Upstairs. We gotta go. Isaac: So this is how it's gonna be now? We trust them? Scott: Just because I'm letting them help, doesn't mean I trust them. Isaac: Yeah, well, I don't trust them either. Or like them. In fact, I hate them and just want them to die. Scott: Well, if Barrow's actually here and he's got a plan, you might get what you want. Aiden: You got something? Ethan: Oh, really? Lydia: Scott and Isaac are in the basement, right? Stiles: Yeah, with Ethan and Aiden. The plan is they meet in the middle, in the boiler room. Lydia: All of the wolves. All of the ones with glowing eyes are in the basement at the boiler room? Stiles: Oh, my God! An engineer could use a boiler room to blow up the whole school. Lydia: We have to get them out of there. Stiles: We have to get everyone out. Lydia: How do we do that? Coach: Wow. Pulling a f*re alarm on Mischief Night is one thing. Doing it when there's a mass m*rder spotted nearby is insane! If I was four years younger, I'd punch you. Stiles: What? Coach, that doesn't make sense. Coach: Oh, well, it does to me! Stiles: There. Aiden: We didn't find anything. Scott: Not even a scent. Stiles: It's 3:00, so school's over. If there was a b*mb, wouldn't he have set it off by now? Aiden: Does that mean everybody's safe? Lydia: I don't know. I just I don't know. Coach: How loud are you playing that thing? Let's go! Get the hell out of here! Peter: You know, there's always an element of danger to rituals like this. I'm not particularly fond of them. Unless they somehow benefit me. Derek: What do you want? Peter: I want to keep them. Sentimental value. She was your mother, but she was also my sister. What? Am I not allowed a little bit of sentiment? Derek: Too long. Peter: No! No, wait! Mr Yukimura: Kira? Get ready for dinner. And put on something nice. Kira: Why would I need to wear something nice? Mr Yukimura: I invited a guest for what I like to call the. "Thank You for Saving My Daughter from Becoming a Coyote Dinner" dinner. Scott: Hey. Kira: Oh, God. Ms Yukimura: So, Scott, I'm sure that as a native Californian, you've eaten at some pretty impressive Japanese sushi restaurants. But I have to tell you that my husband is a superb chef. Mr Yukimura: Okay, we have hamachi, uni, ikura, and hirame. Ms Yukimura: You've never eaten sushi before, have you? Scott: Is it all raw? Mr Yukimura: Not the rice. Kira: Oh, my God, guys. We were supposed to have lasagna tonight. Mr Yukimura: I was trying to impress him. I didn't want to bring out the… You know what? I'll make lasagna. Scott: Oh, no, no! It's okay. I can try anything. Really. Okay. Kira: Uh Here. Try holding this one like a pencil. And this one goes under it, like this. Then you just move the top one, - like, like this - Yeah. Scott: Thanks. Ms Yukimura: Sushi? Lydia: What do the different colored strings mean? Stiles: Oh, just different stages of the investigation. So green is solved, yellow is to be determined, blue's just pretty. Lydia: What does red mean? Stiles: Unsolved. Lydia: You only have red on the board. Stiles: Yes, I'm aware. Thank you. Lydia: Did you get detention for pulling the alarm? Stiles: Yep. Every day this week. It's okay, though. We were onto something. Lydia: Even though we couldn't find any proof of Barrow being there? Stiles: Hey, Lydia. You've been right every time something like this has happened, okay? So don't start doubting yourself now. Lydia: No scent. No b*mb. And I got you in trouble. Stiles: Okay, look. Barrow was there. All right? You knew it. You felt it. Okay? And look, if you wanted to, I'd go back to that school right now and search all night just to prove it. Get up. Get up now. We're going to the school. Isaac: Electrified the windows? Allison: Yep. Isaac: Didn't wanna say anything about it? Allison: Nope. Isaac: Okay. Allison: What are you doing here? Isaac: I figured you could use an extra pair of eyes. Allison: Can you read Latin? Isaac: No. But I can look at pictures. Peter: That's not exactly my color. This is going to be excruciatingly painful. Derek: Just do it. Peter: Oh, I'm going to. I just wanted you to know we all have our petty revenges. Scott: So you guys moved here from New York? Ms Yukimura: I have family ties here. Several generations. Scott: Yukimura is Japanese, right? Ms Yukimura: Mmm-hmm. Mr Yukimura: Yes. Yes, but I'm actually Korean. When my wife and I married, I took her name, as she was the only surviving member of her family. Scott: You didn't want to take both names? Mr Yukimura: We were married in Japan, where the law says that the couple must share the same name. To belong to the same koseki. My wife's lineage is quite unique. I was actually going to discuss it in class. Kira: Please don't. Ms Yukimura: Kira. You should be proud of your heritage. It was a profound honor to join your mother's family. Kira: Scott? What happened to your wasabi? Scott: I thought it was guacamole. Lydia: So what are we looking for? That was supposed to be locked. Stiles: Yeah. I know. Notice anything else? Lydia: It smells like chemicals. They wouldn't have been able to catch his scent. Stiles: He was here, performing very minor surgery on himself. You were right. Lydia: Then why don't I feel good about this? Stiles: Probably because he was here to k*ll somebody. Lydia: But who? Stiles: That's what we gotta figure out. We could spread out, start looking for Anything. Lydia, what are those? Lydia: Atomic numbers. Stiles: Is it a formula? Lydia: Not really. 19's potassium. The first two make potassium iodide Stiles: Potassium is K? Lydia: From kalium, the scientific neo-Latin name. Stiles: What's radium? Lydia: R-A. Stiles: Kira. Scott: Yes, Mom. I ate sushi. Melissa: I didn't even know that you could use chopsticks. Scott: Mom, can I ask you something? Melissa: Yeah. Scott: Why didn't you… How come you never changed your name back to Delgado? Melissa: Do you mean, why did I keep your father's name? Scott: Yeah. Melissa: Yeah. Because it's your name, too, honey. I gotta go, sweetheart, okay? I love you. Scott: Oh, thank God. No offense to sushi. Kira: Yeah, we probably should have started you out on California rolls. Scott: Mmm-hmm. Kira: Mmm. Isaac: You find anything? Allison: There's a reference about flies being able to carry messages to the d*ad. What about you? Isaac: Oh, just Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies. Allison: Are you serious? Isaac: What? Allison: You were just trying to kiss me. Isaac: No, I wasn't. Allison: Then what were you trying to do? Head-butt me? Isaac: All right, maybe I was trying to kiss you. Allison: Are you completely, totally out of your mind? You actually think that I would want to kiss you? Or Or any other werewolf again? Because trust me on this, I would never kiss you. Ever. Isaac: Never. Allison: Never. Isaac: Okay. All right, fine. I won't kiss you either. Chris: Allison. Can I see you in my office?... Where I keep my g*n. ...Another werewolf? Peter: Did you see her? What did you ask her? Did she say anything about me? Well, that doesn't look good. Scott: Thanks for dinner. Kira: For the sushi or the pizza? Scott: Uh The pizza was good. Kira: You seem like a really nice guy. And not just because you kept me from getting eaten by a coyote. Scott: Did I do something else? Kira: Yeah. You remembered my name. Stiles: Scott! Scott? Scott! Scott: Barrow, he took Kira! Stiles: We know. He was after her the whole time. Isaac: No, nothing. Just stuff about flies and the d*ad. Nothing else. Scott: All right, thanks. We have to think of something. He's going to k*ll her. Lydia: I knew he was there. How did I know that? Stiles: Because you heard the flies, right? Scott: What do you hear now? Lydia: Nothing. I feel like I can do this. But I don't know what to do. It's like it's on the tip of my tongue, and I don't know how to trigger it. I just I swear to God, it literally makes me want to scream. Stiles: Okay, then scream. Lydia, scream. Lydia: It's not flies. It's electricity. Stiles: Wait a second, Barrow was an electrical engineer. He worked at a power substation. Scott: What substation? Kira: What are you doing? Barrow: Right now? Ah. Right now, I'm gonna take your picture. Hmm. Just a little proof of our time here together. A little proof for all of those people who never believed. Kira: Okay, you got your picture. You want to let me go now? Barrow: Oh Did you ever see a movie called Village of the Damned? The original. Not the remake. Nobody cares about crappy remakes. I'm talking about the 1960 black-and-white masterpiece. Huh? It's about this group of children. Blonde-haired, beautiful children who can make their eyes glow. And they do terrible, terrible things. The tag line on the poster read, "Beware the stare that will paralyze the will of the world." Now, when I told everyone that I saw children with glowing eyes, they wouldn't believe me. I tried to get them to do something. But they wouldn't budge. They wouldn't move. As if they had been paralyzed. I am going to shake them out of their paralysis. I'm going to get them moving. I'm going to I am going to galvanize them. Stiles: Okay. Wait here, all right? Just wait for the cops to come. Lydia: Me? Wait, why? Stiles: I only got one bat. Kira: Scott! No! Look out! Scott: Don't She's not She's not the one you want. No Don't. Stop! No! Allison: Isaac! Isaac! Chris: Isaac! Isaac, come on, open the door! Allison: Isaac! Chris: Isaac, open up!

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "03x15 - Galvanize"}

foreverdreaming

Previously on Teen Wolf... Lydia: That was supposed to be locked. Stiles: What are those? Lydia: Atomic numbers. Stiles: Kira. Barrow: I'm gonna take your picture. Proof of our time here together. (ISAAC SCREAMING) Allison: Isaac! Chris: Isaac, open up! Boy: Yeah! (LAUGHING) (WIND HOWLING) (SHIVERING) (BANGING ON DOOR) Allison: Isaac? (DOOR OPENS) Allison: Isaac! He's freezing. Dad, he's like ice. Chris: Isaac, look at me. Isaac. Allison: What's happening to him? Chris: Isaac, come on. Isaac, listen. You have to turn. Look at me. You need to trigger it. Come on. Turn! Turn! (HITTING HIM) Chris: Turn! (GROWLING) Isaac: Did you see them? Allison: Who? Isaac: There were five of them. They wore black. I couldn't... I couldn't see their faces. They were covered. Allison: What do you mean? Like masks? Isaac: One of them... I could see his eyes. They were greenish-yellow. Like a... Like a firefly. Chris: Security system wasn't triggered. Allison: Then how did they get in? Isaac: They didn't. It was like they came out of the shadows. Allison: Do you know what that means? Dad? Chris: Um... I'm not sure. Listen, the two of you... I need you to keep this quiet for a few hours. (SNIFFLING) Isaac: From everyone? Chris: Just 24 hours. (WHISPERING) Allison: They could've k*lled him, Dad. Chris: But they didn't. And I think there's a reason why. I think they might have been after me. (MUSIC PLAYING) Agent McCall: So when did you get there? Stiles: At the same time. Agent McCall: At the same time as who? Scott: At the same time as me. Agent McCall: By coincidence? Stiles: What do you mean coincidence? Agent McCall: That's what I'm asking you. The two of you arrived at the same time. Was that coincidence? Scott: Are you asking me? Stiles: I think he's asking me. Lydia: I think he's asking the both of you. Agent McCall: Okay, let me answer the questions… Let me ask the questions. Just so I have this absolutely clear. Barrow was hiding in the chemistry closet at the school. Someone left him a coded message on the blackboard telling him to k*ll Kira. Then Barrow took Kira to a power substation and tied her up with the intent of electrocuting her, which blacked out the entire town. Stiles: Sounds about right. Agent McCall: How did you know he'd take her to a power station? Stiles: Well, 'cause he was an electrical engineer. So where else would he take her? Agent McCall: That's one hell of a deduction there, Stiles. Stiles: Yeah, what can I say? I take after my pops. He's in law enforcement. (SNORTS) (COUGHING) Sheriff: Stiles, just, uh...Just answer the man. Stiles: We made a good guess. Agent McCall: What were the two of you doing? Scott: Eating pizza. Kira: Eating sushi. Scott: Eating sushi. Kira: Eating pizza. Both: Eating sushi and pizza. Agent McCall: You believe this? Sheriff: To be honest, I haven't believed a word Stiles has said since he learned how to speak. But I think these kids found themselves in the right place at the right time and that girl sitting there is very lucky for it. Agent McCall: Kira, is that how you remember it? (ALL LOOK AT HER) Kira: Yes. Could I get my phone back now? Agent McCall: Sorry, but no. Kira, a deputy is going to take you home. But we'll need you to fill out some paperwork first. (BEEPS) Agent McCall: Scott... I don't know why you guys are lying. Or why Stilinski is content to listen to this crap. But try and remember something. If half this story about Barrow is true, then not only did someone help set him loose, but he was a pawn in their little game. A mass m*rder is bad enough. A mass m*rder being controlled by someone? Far worse. Scott: Yeah, I get it. Agent McCall: All right, go home. It's a school night. (SIGHING) (MUSIC PLAYING) Coach:Class starts in five minutes. Just because there's no power don't expect there to be no school. Stiles: That was a triple negative. Very impressive, Coach. Coach: Copy that. Stiles: Oops! Hello. Where did you come from? (DOOR OPENING) Stiles: No. No. Stop. Stop. Scott: What? I need to talk to her. Stiles: No, you need to remember someone left a coded message telling Barrow to k*ll her. Scott: Which is why I need to talk to her. Stiles: Scott, no way. Until we figure out if she's just another psychotic monster that's going to start m*rder everybody, I vote against any and all interaction. Scott: What if she's like me? Stiles: That girl walked through 1.21 jigawatts of electricity. She's not like you. Danny: Don't you have portable generators or something? It's a black light party. It's not like you need a ton of power... Okay. Yeah, I get it. (SLAMS LOCKER DOOR) Ethan: Black light party? Danny: More like canceled party. The venue I booked won't have power for at least another day. Ethan: You want help finding a new place? Danny: What's the point? Nothing in town's going to have power. Thanks anyway. Aiden: You want to throw a Halloween party? What's next? You gonna join the Yearbook Club? Ethan: Just trying to do something nice. Aiden: Why? Who cares? Ethan: He does. (SCOFFS) Ethan: You don't get it, do you? Scott doesn't care about power. He cares about people. You want to be a wolf in his pack? Try being a human in high school. Ms Martin: Sweetheart, since this is my first class and I haven't taught in five years, I just want to remind you of one thing. Try not to embarrass me. Lydia: You should've thought about that before wearing those shoes. Love you. Ms Martin: Love you, too. Aiden: Why's your mom teaching biology? Lydia: Because Mr. Harris used to teach biology. Until his new occupation... Human sacrifice. Aiden: What? I didn't k*ll him. (SCOFFS) Aiden: Lydia, what? Lydia: The other night, I helped save someone's life. That felt really good. And I look at you, and all I can think is that you helped k*ll Boyd. You're not just a bad boy, Aiden. You're a bad guy. And I don't want to be with the bad guys. Aiden: I think I know a place where you can have your party. Kira: I don't want to talk about it. Scott: Okay. Want to talk about the pre-cal test on Friday? The teacher takes all the equations right out of the book. Kira: Do you have your phone? I'm going to show you something no one else has ever seen. No one except for Barrow. Take a picture of me. And use the flash. Scott: Whoa. Kira: Yeah. Scott: What is it? Kira: I don't know. It started showing up a couple of months ago. It only happens with the flash on. And I don't know how, but Barrow knew about it. He used my own phone to take pictures of me. Scott: That's why you asked for it back. Kira: If someone sees those pictures... Scott: We need to get your phone back. Boys: Trick or treat! (DEREK GIVES TRICKER-TREATERS CANDY) (GROWLING) (ALL KIDS SCREAMING) (SNARLING) (MUSIC PLAYING) Danny: Where did you say the guy was who lives here? Aiden: He's out of town. (ENGINE REVVING) (LOW HUMMING) Danny: Oh, yeah. Stiles: Okay, this one will get you into all of the perimeter doors, this one into the evidence room, and this one's for my father's office. Scott: You didn't steal these, did you? Stiles: No. I cloned them using the RFID emulator. Scott: Is that worse than stealing? Stiles: It's smarter. Kira: Scott, can I ask you something? Stiles: Okay, I'll just... Kira: You didn't tell him anything, did you? About the pictures? Scott: Oh, no, I just said that you have some pictures of you on your phone that you didn't want anyone to see. Kira: What kind of pictures? Scott: Naked pictures. Kira: Oh. Good idea. Scott: Okay, cool. Kira: Okay. Stiles: Okay. So, now almost everybody's out dealing with the blackout. But there's always somebody at the front desk. There's Dispatch and usually a night shifter or two. You guys are gonna use the service door entrance by the dumpster. All right? Nobody uses it. Now, I'll text you if anyone comes out. But, Scott, if you get caught, I can't help you. My dad's under investigation for an impeachment because of your dad, so, if anything happens I will run and leave you both for d*ad. Scott: Got it. Thanks. Seriously, dude. Stiles: I'd ask my dad, but you know... Scott: No, I know. I get it. Stiles: All right, just, uh, hurry up. (BEEPING) (DOOR BEEPING) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) (SIGHS) Scott: Kira. Kira: It's d*ad. (SIGHS) Kira: We have to take it. Scott: No, they'll know it's gone. Kira: How do we charge it if the power's out? Scott: See if you can find a charger cable. Awesome. Kira: Who's that? Scott: Me. Me and my dad. (PHONE BEEPS) Kira: Come on, come on... (VEHICLE APPROACHING) Stiles: Ah, hell. Kira: Come on. Come on... Stiles: Come on, Scott. Okay, I'm so going to regret this. Aw! Hey, hey. Wow! Thank God you are here. Oh, boy! Thank the lord. (LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) Agent McCall: What do you want, Stiles? Stiles: Oh, jeez! (STAMMERING) Stiles: I was just... I was thinking on the case. I was thinking I should clue you in on my thinking. Here's my thinking. I was thinking this... I was thinking that Barrow, right... I was thinking that Barrow received the information about who to k*ll at the school, right, you know that? So I was thinking maybe the person who gave him that information, check this out, might actually be someone at the school. And that's, uh, my thinking. Agent McCall: Hmm. (BEEPS) Kira: It's on. It's on. Agent McCall: You're right. Stiles: I am? Agent McCall: Yep. We, uh... We started looking for links between Barrow, faculty and students last night. Stiles: So you already, then, know that stuff? Agent McCall: Hmm. Stiles: You already thought of that. Agent McCall: Your dad did. Stiles: Oh. Agent McCall: His one useful suggestion. Stiles: You know, this attitude that you have toward my dad? You can dress it up to all the professional disapproval that you want. But I know the real reason why you don't like him. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Agent McCall: Is that so? Stiles: Yeah. Because he knows something that you don't want him to know. And guess what. (LOW) Stiles: I know it, too. Agent McCall: Go home, Stiles. There's a... There's a curfew. (CLEARS THROAT) (DOOR OPENS) Scott: We did it. All the pics deleted. Kira: That was awesome! I mean, terrifying. Completely terrifying... But kind of awesome. I've never done anything like that before. Have you? Stiles: Yeah, once or twice. Kira: Hmm. Scott: So, I guess I should take you home. Hey, you don't want to go to a party, would you? (ALL CHEERING) (MUSIC PLAYING) Isaac: Derek can never know about this. Ethan: You happy? Danny: Very. Ethan: Good. Now it's my time to be happy. This one needs to get painted up. Body Painter: Face or body? Danny: Uh... Ethan: Body. Bartender: I need ice! Ethan: I got it. (SNARLING) Body Painter: All done. Danny: Nice. (SNARLING) (SLAMS ICE BAG) (SNARLING) (MUSIC PLAYING) Stiles: It just showed up there on my key ring this morning. I asked my dad if he put it there but he said he didn't know anything about it. Scott: It's just a key, right? Stiles: Yeah, but it's not mine. And I don't know how it got there or what it's for. Scott: You want to leave so we can figure it out? (CAITLIN KISSES STILES ON CHEEK) Stiles: Uh... Caitlin: Happy Halloween! Stiles: It can wait. It can wait. Kira: Thanks. Scott: What? Kira: Thanks! Scott: For what? Kira: For everything. Stiles: Hey! Caitlin: Hey! I kissed you. Stiles: Yeah, you kind of did. What's your name? Caitlin: I'm Caitlin. Stiles: Caitlin... Oh, my God. You're Caitlin. Caitlin: I know! I just told you that. Stiles: No, I know... I just... I mean, uh... You and your girlfriend. She's... Caitlin: She died. Yeah! Stiles: Are you okay? Caitlin: Yeah! I'm really drunk. Stiles: Okay. Caitlin: Do you want to dance? Stiles: Yeah! (GROWLING) Aiden: Not as good as the real ones. Lydia: Or as lethal. Aiden: Okay, sure. I deserve that. I deserve basically everything you say about me. But, you know, I was pretty instrumental setting this up. Lydia: All this? If I wanted to go to a rave, I'd get in a time machine and go back to the '90s. (GROWLING) Isaac: Did you see Scott? Allison: Yep. Isaac: You tell him what happened? Allison: No. We still have a couple hours, remember? We promised my dad. Isaac: You promised your dad. Allison: I promised him in order to protect him. Isaac: You did. I didn't. Allison: Is protecting my father such a bad thing? Isaac: I don't like keeping secrets from Scott. Allison: No, you don't, you just like to stand there awkwardly waiting for someone to notice us... Whatever we are... And then you like to make things incredibly uncomfortable. Isaac: And what's that supposed to mean? (LAUGHS) Allison: What do you think it means? Isaac: I think it means you're probably mad. Allison: I'm not mad. Isaac: No? Allison: No. Isaac: Okay. (SIGHS) Allison: I'm frustrated. Isaac: Sexually? (BOTH LAUGHING) Allison: Mind if I borrow this? Allison: Do you want to talk about Scott or do you want to paint my body? Isaac: I want to paint your body. Lydia: Oh! Finally. Awkwardly. Predictably. (SNARLING) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (DISTORTED) Lydia: Scott... Scott! (SNARLING) (PANTING) (SNARLING) (SCREAMING) (SNARLING) (MUSIC PLAYING) Danny: Ethan? Aiden: Aiden. Danny: Where's Ethan? Aiden: I'm looking for him too. Danny: I haven't seen him in like half an hour. Is something wrong? Aiden? Aiden? Caitlin: You have a bottle opener? STILES: Yes. Caitlin: Your key has phosphors on it. Look. Stiles: Oh! Oh! (KISSING) Stiles: Uh, I thought you liked girls. Caitlin: I do like girls. Do you? Stiles: Absolutely. Caitlin: Great. (KISSING) Stiles: So you also like boys? Caitlin: Absolutely. Do you? Stiles: Mmm. (KISSING) Stiles: I am sorry. What are phosphors? Caitlin: Oh, they're any substance that luminesces. It's in your teeth and your fingernails. Laundry detergent. It's also in this. Reacts to the UV light, that's why it glows. Stiles: How would I get phosphors on my key? Caitlin: Have you been handling chemicals? Stiles: No, I don't think I... (KISSING) Stiles: I'm sorry. I'm really, totally sorry. I just thought of something and I have to go. Really, I want it. I want to stay. I would just stay all night... I swear... But I really have to go and I don't want to offend you. Caitlin: Okay. Stiles: Sorry. I just... Caitlin: Okay? Okay. Stiles: Here. You could drink that. Drink that whole thing. Whole thing, okay? Excuse me. Bye! Kira: You got some paint on you. (CHUCKLES) Kira: Still there. Scott: Oh... Kira: Ah, let me. (LAUGHING) Scott: Oh, my God! I can't believe you just mommed me. Kira: I did not mom you. Scott: You totally mommed me. (LAUGHS SOFTLY) Kira: Okay, I might have slightly mommed you. (BOTH LAUGHING) Kira: How are you so okay with all of this? I showed you a picture that would send anybody else running the other way. Scott: It didn't look that bad to me. Kira: I look like a demon from hell. Scott: I guess I saw something different. Kira: What did you see? Scott: It kind of looks like it's, uh, protecting you. Kind of like armor. And it doesn't look like a demon to me. Kira: What do you think it looks like? Scott: It looks like a fox. (MUSIC PLAYING) Isaac: What? What's wrong? Allison: There's something on your head. Behind your ear. Turn to the mirror. Turn to the mirror. You see that? Isaac: What is that? Allison: Looks like a number five. (MAN GROANING DISTANTLY) Isaac: Did you hear that? Danny: Aiden, over here! Danny: Lydia? Lydia? Aiden: Lydia? What happened? What happened to her? Danny: I don't know, but she's freezing. She's practically hypothermic. Aiden: We gotta get her inside. Help me. Danny: Over here. There's a heating vent. (SHIVERING) Danny: Try to find a blanket. Allison: What are you doing? Isaac: It'll trigger the healing. (BONE SNAPPING) (GROWLING) (GASPING) Aiden: Lydia? Lydia: They came out of the dark. Allison: It's the same. Exactly the same. (GROWLING) Scott: Derek? (MUSIC PLAYING) Guy: Bro, sorry, The Bloody Beetroot doesn't take requests. Bro, seriously. I said the DJ doesn't take... Derek: He'll take mine. (GROANING) (MUSIC STOPS) (VOICE THUNDERING) Derek: Get out! (ALL CLAMORING) Aiden: Get her out of here. Lydia: Find Scott. Aiden: Guys, they're all looking at me. Why are they all looking at me? Guys? (ALL SNARLING) (GROWLING) (NECK SNAPS) (BONE CRUNCHING) (GROANS) (GROWLING) Allison: Somebody do something! (GROWLING) (GROWLING) Scott: What the hell were those things? Isaac: Your dad's 24 hours are up. (MUSIC PLAYING) (DOOR OPENING) (GROANING SOFTLY) (CELLPHONE RINGING) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (GROANS) Agent McCall: Barrow was hiding in the chemistry closet at the school. Someone left him a coded message on the blackboard telling him to k*ll Kira. (STILES WRITES THE NUMBERS ON CHALKBOARD- THE SAME HANDWRITING)

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Lydia: Previously on Teen Wolf. Scott: Whoa. Kira: I look like a demon from hell. Scott: It doesn't look like a demon to me. It looks like a fox. Agent McCall: Barrow was hiding in the chemistry closet. Someone left him a message on the blackboard telling him to k*ll Kira. Isaac: They came out of the shadows. One of them, I could see his eyes, like a firefly. Allison: Dad, do you know what that means? Chris: I think they might have been after me. Scott: His eyes were glowing. Chris: There was something almost ritualistic about it. Like it was looking right into his soul. Isaac: That's the same thing it did to me. Allison: That's what it did to everyone. Scott: Not everyone. They only came after the werewolves. Allison: And Lydia. Chris: Anyone with a connection to the supernatural. Isaac: Then who was the guy they went after in Japan? Chris: A kumicho. A yakuza boss. It was my first g*n deal. I was only 18 and it was supposed to be a simple exchange. Except Gerard left out the minor detail of the buyers being yakuza. He wanted to see if I could adapt in the moment. Testing my ability to improvise. Allison: Or your ability to survive. Chris: The moment the sun went down it was like they just materialized out of the shadows. They had swords, not curved like katanas but straight, black steel. Like ninjatos. Scott: What did they want? Chris: To get to the kumicho. They cut down every living thing in their way. Isaac: Did they mark him like they did us? Chris: Not exactly. Scott: What was he? Chris: I don't know. But there might be someone who does. There were a few others who survived that night. One of them was a man named Katashi. They called him Silverfinger because of an unusual prosthetic. And it looked like he was getting ready to take them all on himself. I've known for a while Katashi was in the country. I spent yesterday tracking him down. Isaac: Didn't look like he wanted to be found. Chris: Not particularly, no. Scott: You think he knows what they are? Or what they want? Chris: Maybe. Allison: What if he doesn't want to talk? Isaac: What if he doesn't even remember you? Chris: He'll remember this. I know I didn't k*ll it. I'm not sure you can. But I slowed it down long enough for us to get out of there. Scott: What was behind the mask? Chris: Darkness Absolute darkness. Scott: You okay? Kira: So all of your friends are Scott: Yeah. Kira: And you're a Scott: Yeah. Kira: Can I see? Scott: Are you sure? Scott: You guys going to be doing this all day? Ethan: All day. Aiden: All night. Scott: Is this about being in my pack? Aiden: This is about you being the target of demonic ninjas. Ethan: You mean the demonic ninjas that pulled swords out of their chests and completely kicked our asses? Aiden: Yeah. Those demonic ninjas. Scott: I don't need anyone to protect me. Ethan: They were looking right at you when the sun came up. Scott: And they also disappeared. Argent thinks that they could just come out at night. Ethan: Since this is our first experience with demonic ninjas, we're thinking we should play it safe. Aiden: All day. Scott: And all night. Okay, one thing first. I need to talk to Stiles and let him know everything that happened last night. Without you. Aiden: No. Scott: Yes. And I don't want you listening in. No wolf hearing. Aiden: How would you even know? Scott: I'm a true Alpha. You have no idea what I can do. Stiles: So then she starts talking about phosphors and the key having chemicals on it, right? And so that made me think of the chemistry closet and the fact that someone had to let Barrow in.. It's gone. Okay, it doesn't matter though. It doesn't matter. I've still got the key. What the hell? I had it I had it here. I had it here this morning, I swear to God, I had it this morning. Scott: The key you were talking about last night? Stiles: Yeah, I showed it to you, right? Didn't I show it to you? Scott: No, you just told me about it. I never actually saw it. Stiles: I was here a couple of hours ago. And the message left to Barrow spelling Kira's name was right there on the board in my handwriting and I had the key to the chemistry closet. Scott: So you unlocked the chemistry closet so Barrow could hide in it from the cops and then you wrote him a message to k*ll Kira? Stiles: I know how it sounds But look at this. This is the news report that came out about Barrow when they caught him, okay? About the shrapnel b*mb that he used. See this? See what he did? He put nuts, bolts and screws. And then he hid the b*mb and the detonator in a box that he wrapped as a birthday present. What does that sound like to you? Scott: Coach. Stiles: The joke we played on Coach. That was my idea. You remember? That was my idea. That's no coincidence. It can't be. Scott: I don't want to sound like I'm trying to tell you that you're wrong. But I don't think you're trying to k*ll people either. Stiles: It was here. It was all here. Scott: Dude, are you feeling okay? You're looking really tired. Stiles: Yeah, I'm fine. I just haven't been sleeping really Scott: Why don't you go home? Take a sick day or something. Ethan: Did you tell him? Scott: No. He's got enough on his mind right now. Aiden: If they're coming for you in a few hours then so do you. Scott: What if it's not me? Okay? What if I'm not the one they want? Ethan: Who else is there? Chris: The real problem is Katashi doesn't see visitors. Ever. He's a paranoid recluse who rarely steps outside the gates of his estate. Isaac: So how are you going to get to him? Chris: Oh, he's got a thing for rare, antique w*apon. Yesterday, I had some contacts put out the word that I was selling one from my own collection. This is a French Flintlock Turnover p*stol from 1645. Allison: You're not going alone. Isaac: If she's going I'm going. Chris: To be honest, I don't feel good about bringing either one of you. Isaac: They were looking right at Scott when the sun came up. Chris: Well, that doesn't necessarily mean he's the one they're going after. Allison: But if he is? Chris: If he is, that might only leave us till nightfall to come up with a way to protect him. Isaac: All right. Let's go see if a paranoid yakuza wants to put another g*n in his collection. Agent McCall: Yeah, I'm walking in now. And trying to avoid the hostile stares of everyone in here. No, no. Probably another week or two and we'll be ready for a formal review. There's enough here to put Stilinski so far out of government work, he won't be able to get a job riding the back of a garbage truck. Yeah, exactly. Let me call you right back. Melissa: Dr. Gardner's not back until next week. Do you want to try waiting for one of the urgent care doctors or… Stiles. Are you all right? Stiles: I don't know. I guess I guess not really. Melissa: All right, kiddo. All right. Come with me. It's okay. Stiles: Blackouts. But not for that long. And sleepwalking, which I used to do a lot as a kid. Um Also having some really bad anxiety. Melissa: Panic att*cks? Stiles: Yeah, a couple. Oh, and I temporarily lost the ability to read. But that might have had more to do with this giant magic tree and a whole human sacrifice thing. Melissa: I recall something vaguely about that, yes. How many hours of sleep are you getting? Stiles: Eight. Melissa: A night? Stiles: In the last three days. Yeah, definitely eight. Melissa: Been feeling irritable? Stiles: Yeah. Possibly to the point of homicide. Melissa: Inability to focus? Stiles: No, the Adderall's not working. Melissa: Impulsive behavior? Stiles: More than my usual? Hard to tell. Melissa: Vivid dreams during the day? Stiles: Okay, basically all of the above. Do you know what this is? Melissa: I think so. Stiles: Uh, what's that? Melissa: Do you trust me? Stiles: When you're not holding a needle. Melissa: It's Midazolam. A sedative. Stiles: Why'd you give me a sedative? Melissa: Because you, Stiles, are one profoundly sleep-deprived young man. You need rest and you need it now. Lie down. Stiles: Okay, how long's it take to… Oh. Not long at all. Melissa: Get some rest. Stiles: Thanks, Mom. Allison: What is it? Chris: Katashi won't do the buy in person. Isaac: But he's a paranoid recluse. Shouldn't you be a little less surprised? Chris: I was trying to remain optimistic that we wouldn't have to go to my Plan B. Isaac: Plan B? And what's Plan B? Chris: How tall are you? Scott: Guys, I appreciate you wanting to protect me. But I have to be alone for a bit. So… Sorry about this. Kira: What do I do with these? Chris: Katashi's office is here. Isaac: Guys. This isn't going to work. I look ridiculous. I mean I look like I just stepped out of the last period of a Catholic prep school. And there is no way that I'm going be able to remember all this. I mean, what does this even mean? "Revolving over and under barrels?" Chris: All you have to do is keep them talking long enough to allow us to get inside and find Katashi. He may not be there for the buy in person but… He won't be far. Allison: You look great. Isaac: I am sweating, all the way through my jacket. I didn't even know that I could sweat this much. Allison: Give me a second. You can do this. You're not a boy if you walk in there acting like a man. Okay? Go in there with confidence and all they'll see is a boyish looking man. Isaac: Or a stupid teenager pretending to be a man. I'm going to get my head blown off by a bunch of Japanese fingerless mobsters Allison: How do you feel now? Isaac: Gentlemen. I believe Mr. Katashi is expecting me. Kincaid: I’m expecting you. Scott: Could you lock the door? Kira: Yeah. We're running out of time. Scott: I know. But Allison, her dad and Isaac are working on something that could help. Kira: I don't want to sound pessimistic or anything, but you really think that's going to keep them out? Scott: Actually, we have a kind of security system. Things happened a couple of weeks ago, a lot of things, and we had my boss help make a few changes to the house. Kira: Your boss? Do you work for a security company or something? Scott: No, he's a veterinarian. Kira: You had a vet put in your alarm? Scott: Yeah, sort of. But I can't arm it. Only my mom can. Kira: Where's she? Scott: Don't worry. She'll be here. Scott: Oh! Sorry. We're going to be okay. I promise. Kira: We? Or me? Scott: All of us. Kira: You didn't bring the twins here because you didn't want them to get hurt. Scott: I don't want anyone getting hurt. Kira: Then why did you bring me? If those things are coming after you, and anyone who gets in the way gets k*lled, then shouldn't I be somewhere else? Scott: I'm not letting you get hurt. Kira: And I don't want you getting hurt. Especially because of me. Scott: It could be either of us. Kira: I don't think so. I have to show you something. Have you ever heard of something called a kitsune? Melissa: “ Patient is irritable, impulsive, "complaints of vivid dreams. Inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality, "acute insomnia." Isaac: What we're looking at here is a mint-condition French Flintlock Turnover p*stol crafted in the mid-17th century. It was a gift from Louis XIV to a prominent French family. It's only ever been fired once. Kincaid: During a duel between brothers on the grounds of the Palace of Versailles. Isaac: So you're familiar with it. Kincaid: Oh, Mr. Katashi knows what he wants. We'll take it. $150,000. Isaac: I’m gonna need to count it. Kincaid: Oh, really? Isaac: Yeah. Scott: That looks like what happened to you at the power station. Kira: When a kitsune rubs its tails together it can create f*re or lighting. It's called foxfire. I don't have any tails. Scott: How'd you know what I was thinking? Kira: Because kitsune are also psychic. I can hear all of your thoughts. Just kidding. The sun's setting. Scott: Ah. Yeah, I know. Are you scared? Kira: Not right now. I'm supposed to be back before dinner. Scott: Tell them you can't make it. Kira: What should I say? Scott: Say, uh, you're going on a date. Kira: Are you sure that's a good idea? You know, foxes and wolves don't really get along. Scott: That's just a drawing. In a children's book. My mom's back. What are you doing here? And why do you still have a key? Agent McCall: Funny you mention keys. Because while I have a key to this house, I'm not exactly sure how you got a key to my office. Kincaid: You don't know the whole story behind this g*n, do you? There was no duel between brothers. That was the cover story. The real one involves an encounter in the woods with a vicious animal. Its bite caused one of the men to change into something Monstrous. By his family's code, the brother of this man k*lled him with this very g*n. Isaac: Well, that is certainly better than the version that I heard. I'm gonna trust you guys with the money here and, uh Kincaid: Personally, I'd like to hear your story. Chris: All I want to do is talk. Katashi: Taking out my security is not what I would call a good conversation starter. Chris: You don't remember me, do you? Allison, take the man's g*n. Now, can we talk? Isaac: Guys? They have a werewolf too. Agent McCall: Let me help you out here. This kind of thing usually begins with something along the lines of, "It's not what you think." Or, "I can explain." Scott: Dad, let me help you out. You need to leave. Agent McCall: I will. With a satisfactory explanation. Scott: Go get a warrant. Agent McCall: I don't need a warrant. I'm your father. Scott: No, you're a gene donor. I got my hair color from you. And that's all I got. So you're not allowed to play tough dad with me. Melissa: Hey, what's going on? Agent McCall: Maybe one of you should explain. Kira: Scott. Agent McCall: Who the hell is this? Scott: Dad, no! Dad, wait Dad. Mom, the ash! Mom, now! Do it now! Chris: Starting to remember? It was 24 years ago. You know what they are, don't you? Katashi: They're called oni. They are demons. And they are unstoppable. Derek: All of the baseboards are ash wood? Scott: Uh, yeah. It was Deaton's idea. Scott: And where the hell did you come from? Derek: I've been following you. Scott: For how long? Derek: All day. Melissa: Scott, this isn't good! Agent McCall: Need to call for backup. Scott: How bad is it? Melissa: From the way that his arm is rotated, the tendon looks torn. He could be on his way to a collapsed lung. Scott: Mom, those things, they're not going to leave until the sun's up. Melissa: At the rate he's bleeding, he's not gonna make it that long. We got to get him to the hospital. Scott: Should we call Stiles's Dad? Melissa: I don't know. Is that going to just get more people hurt? Scott: Maybe. I don't think g*n work on them. Melissa: Then what does? Katashi: Nothing. At least no man-made w*apon. The oni are a force of nature. You don't fight a tsunami. You endure it. And you hope that you're not destroyed in its path. Allison: Then how do we endure it? Katashi: One of you already has. This is Japanese kanji for "self". This means he is still himself. The oni are looking for one who is no longer themselves. Chris: What do you mean no longer themselves? Katashi: Possessed. By a dark spirit. Aiden: It's Kira, right? You going to tell us what you are? Kira: What? What do you mean? Ethan: Aiden Aiden: Watch! See that? She can't go through it either. Ethan: So, what are you? Derek: She's a kitsune, idiot. Use your eyes. You can see it all around her. The younger ones give off an aura. She just hasn't learned how to conceal it yet. She probably doesn't know what kind she is either. Katashi: There are 13 kinds of kitsune. Celestial, wild, ocean, thunder. But there is one, a dark kitsune. They call it void. Or nogitsune. Chris: A kumicho. Katashi: That's right. He was possessed by a nogitsune. It's what helped him rise through the ranks of our yakuza family. Nogitsune draws its power from pain and tragedy, strife and chaos. Scott: It's not you. It can't be. What I saw around you, it didn't look evil. Kira: But isn't that what a shape-shifter does? Isn't that why a kitsune is called the trickster spirit? It's supposed to trick you. How are you so sure? How do you know I'm not the bad guy? Scott: I’ve seen the bad guys. And you're not one of them. Aiden: I wasn't going to hurt her. Derek: Not yet. Aiden: Why do you think we're here, Derek? For a study group? We're here to protect Scott. Ethan: We're trying to fight for him. Derek: I'm sure you are. I'm sure you'd k*ll for him. But are you willing to die for him? Katashi: Do you know why I'm missing this finger? Chris: Penance. Katashi: There's a ritual called yubitsume. Removing the joints of the little finger weakens your grip on a sword. When a katana is gripped properly, the little finger is the strongest. Isaac: Why did they take your finger? Katashi: They didn't take it. A yakuza performs the ritual himself and offers it to his superior. It was penance for a mistake. And it wasn't my only one. I don't know what it was about the way I moved or stood that suggested to them that I was going to take them on. Because actually I was… Preparing to run for my life. That sh*t you fired saved me from looking like a coward before the survivors. For that humiliation, I wouldn't have to have given up my finger. I would've had to give up my head. I wish I could give you the answer you need, Mr. Argent. I owe you more than my life. I owe you my honor. I will tell you one thing, however. If there is a nogitsune among you… Let the oni destroy it. Even if it is your own daughter. Scott: What are they doing? Ethan: Testing for weaknesses. Guys? We have a problem. Agent McCall: I need to speak to Scott. Melissa: You're kidding, right? Agent McCall: Don't patronize me Melissa. You know why… You know why I really came back, don't you? Melissa: And as usual your timing sucks. You're not talking to him. Not like this. So, you stay awake and we're gonna get you out of here as fast as we can. Scott: Allison, please tell me that you have something. They're here. They're trying to get in. And it looks like they're gonna' be able to do it. Allison: Okay, okay listen. They're Japanese demons. They're called the oni. They're looking for someone possessed. Someone with a dark spirit attached to them. Scott: A nogitsune. Allison: How'd you know that? Scott? Scott: Just Tell me what else. Allison: Okay, they won't hurt you. They know you're supernatural but once they do this check, once they realize that you're not carrying with you this dark spirit, then they won't hurt you, I promise. All they're looking for is the nogitsune. Kira: I’m right, aren't I? They're looking for me. Scott: They're looking for a dark spirit. And I know it's not you. Derek: Scott, we're going to have to do something. Scott: Don't do anything. Aiden: Is he serious? Scott: I said don't do anything. Trust me. Aiden: You're gonna be okay. Stiles: Melissa? Melissa: Hey, s*ab wound to the left chest. Possible collapsed lung. Pulse is weak. Scott: I'll find Stiles. Scott: Stiles? You okay? Stiles: Yeah, fine. What's been going on?

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NARRATOR: Previously on Teen Wolf When a kitsune rubs its tails together it can create f*re or lightning. It's called foxfire. All day I have been hearing this sound. (WHISPERING) You've been right every time something like this has happened. So don't start doubting yourself now. Are you all right? STILES: I guess not really. ALLISON: They're called the oni. They're looking for someone possessed. A dark spirit attached to them. (PHONE VIBRATING) Scott: Hey, man, what's up? Stiles? (STILES BREATHING NERVOUSLY) Scott: Stiles? You there? STILES: (WHISPERING) Scott? Hey, I'm here. Scott: Are you okay? Can you hear me? Stiles: Scott, I don't I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here. I think was sleepwalking. Scott: Okay, um, can you see anything? Just tell me what you see. Stiles: Ah, it's dark. It's hard to see. I think there's something wrong with my (DISCONNECTS) STILES: (VOICE MAIL) Hey Stiles? This is Stiles and you missed me. Leave a message (EXHALES DEEPLY) Scott: Come on. STILES: (VOICE MAIL) Hey, this is St (BREATHING HEAVILY) Scott: God, come on. Come on. Scott: Stiles? STILES: Scott, I don't think I can get out of here. I can't move. Scott: Where are you? Stiles: I don't know. I don't know, It's too dark. I can't see much and something's wrong with my leg. It's stuck on something. And it's.. I think it's bleeding. Scott: How bad? Stiles, how bad is it? Stiles, are you there? Can you hear me? Stiles: Ah, there's some kind of smell down here. Something smells terrible. It's brutal. My eyes are watering. Scott: Okay, listen. I'm calling your dad. Stiles: No, no, no, no, don't. Scott: But your dad Stiles: Don't. Just please don't call him. Promise you won't. He already worries about me too much. Scott, please. Scott: But what if I can't find you? Stiles, I can't make a promise like that. Stiles: No, no, no, just please. (SNIFFLING) Stiles: Please, don't call him. Come find me. You can do it. He doesn't have to know. Scott, you can find me. Scott: I don't know if I can do this. (SNIFFLING) Stiles: Oh, I gotta call you back. I have to turn the phone off. Scott: What? No, hey, wait Stiles: I'm gonna call you back. Scott: Hold on, Stiles wait Hold on, man. (PANTING) (YELLING) Scott: Isaac! Isaac, get up! I need your help! Isaac! Isaac: Why? What's wrong? Scott: It's Stiles. Get dressed. Isaac: What's wrong with Stiles? Scott: I don't know. (JAZZY MUSIC PLAYING) Lydia: I said hold still. Are we even allowed to be here this late? What if security catches us? Lydia: There is no security. The number of homicides in this school has seen to it that no sane person will ever take a night job here again. So we're all alone? Lydia: You're losing the pose again. You know, when you said you wanted me to model for you, this wasn't what I thought you had in mind. Lydia: Oh, really? If you're thinking nude modeling, it's usually done without the pants. (PANT UNZIPPING) (MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING) (SOUND OF VOICES SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) Lydia: You hear that? Hear what? Lydia: You don't hear that? I hear music. What do you hear? Lydia: Voices. (STATIC BLARING) LYDIA: It's gone. STILES: Please, come find me. (PHONE VIBRATES) Scott: Hey, Stiles. STILES: Did you call him? Did you call my dad? Scott: No. Just Isaac. We're coming to find you. Can you figure out where you are? Try to find something and tell us where to look. STILES: It's a basement. I think I think I'm in some kind of basement. Scott: In a house? Stiles: No. It looks bigger. Like industrial. I think there's a furnace. But it's cold. It's freezing down here. I gotta turn the I gotta turn the phone off. It's going to die. Scott: Wait, wait, wait. What else is there? What do you see? Stiles: The phone's dying. I can't talk. (WHISPERING) I have to go. Scott: Please Stiles, why are you whispering? Stiles:(WHISPERING) Because I think there's someone in here with me. (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) Kira: Mom, my lamp's d*ad. Do we have any more bulbs? Mom! (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (GLASS SHATTERING) What did you do? Kira: Uh, nothing. It was an accident. NOSHIKO: It's after midnight. You should be asleep. (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) Go to sleep. How did you know? Did he call you too? Lydia: I heard it. AIDEN: Don't ask. It gets more confusing when you ask. (WHISPERS) Okay. Lydia: Not as confusing as this. He uses red for unsolved cases. Maybe he thinks he's part of an unsolved case? Or is an unsolved case. Lydia: Hold on. Is he still out there? You don't know where he is? Scott: He said he was in an industrial basement somewhere. We came here to get a better scent. What else did he say? Something's wrong with his leg. It's bleeding. And he's freezing. AIDEN: Tonight's the coldest night of the year. It's going to drop into the 20s. Lydia: What did his dad say? We kind of We didn't tell him yet. Lydia: Stiles is bleeding and freezing and you didn't call his dad? Scott: He made me promise not to. We can find him by scent. If he was sleepwalking he couldn't have gotten far, right? Lydia: You didn't notice his Jeep is gone, did you? You promised you wouldn't call his dad. I didn't. Scott: Wait, Lydia, hold on. I can get more help. I can call Derek, Allison Everyone except for the cops. Great idea. You guys remember she gets these feelings when someone's about to die, right? Scott: You don't have to call his dad. It's five minutes to the station. Lydia: We'll catch up. What? Why? Lydia: There's something here. Yeah. Evidence of total insanity. We can figure out what's wrong with him after we find a way to keep him from freezing to death. LYDIA: Go. We'll be right behind you. (PANTING) (SCREAMING) (SOBBING) (SCRAPING) (SNIFFLING) Stiles: Who's there? I know you're there. I can hear you. (SNIFFLING) (SCRAPING CONTINUES) (SNIFFLING) (PANTING) Stiles: Who are you? (EXHALES DEEPLY) (PANTING) Self. (PANTING CONTINUOUSLY) (WIND bl*wing) (STILINSKI BREATHES) Come on. If his Jeep is gone, that's where we start. Parrish, let's get an APB out on a blue 1980 CJ-5 Jeep. Cordova, I want a list of any kind of industrial basement or sub-level of any building that he could've gotten into while sleepwalking. It's the coldest night of the year so far. So If he's out their barefoot in just a T-shirt, he could already be hypothermic. Let's move fast. Let's think fast. The two of you, come with me. Okay. Is there anything you need to tell me that I can't tell anyone out there? Lydia knew he was missing. Can she help find him? Well, she's working on it. Anything else? SCOTT: I called Derek and Allison for help. Can you find him by scent? (KNOCK ON DOOR) We got it, sir. We found the Jeep. (SIRENS WAILING) It's d*ad. He must have left the lights on. Why would he come here? Let's find out. Security's doing sweeps of every floor. Nothing yet. What about the basement? Follow me. Derek: He's not here. Not anymore. Scott: You mean the whole building? Derek: Gone. I'll go tell Stilinski. And see if you can find Allison. She's not answering her phone. Derek: Notice how strong the scent is up here? Ever hear of chemo signals? Chemical signals that communicate emotion. And just our sweat can give off anger, fear or disgust. Take a deep breath and tell me what you feel. Scott: Stress. Derek: And anxiety. Scott: What was he doing up here? Derek: I don't know. But there was definitely some kind of struggle. Scott: With who? Derek: Himself. Where is everyone? We get a lead on our sword-wielding maniac? Nope. But we've got posters up all over town for your guy. Not exactly how I described him to the sketch artist. Well, you're not exactly the highest priority of the tonight, Agent McCall. What does that mean? What's the high priority? Didn't you draw this? Lydia: Put that back. It's yours right? Lydia: It's one of them. I guess. He likes you a lot, doesn't he? Lydia: Maybe he likes the drawing a lot. "For Lydia." Okay. (PHONE BEEPS) (TEXT MESSAGE) "Nothing at hospital Derek headed to high school."Isaac going to find Allison." And Scott's with the Sheriff. And we're standing in a bedroom staring at the walls. (BEEPING SOUND) (VOICES WHISPERING) Lydia: What did you just do? Did you touch one of the strings? Maybe. (PINGING SOUND) (VOICES WHISPERING) Lydia: What did that sound like to you? Like a string being pulled. Lydia: You didn't hear people whispering? I definitely did not hear people whispering. (VOICES WHISPERING LOUDLY) Lydia: You didn't hear that? Lydia, I'm not sure anyone hears what you hear. Lydia: They're whispering. Something about a house. What house? (VOICES WHISPERING LOUDLY) Lydia: That one. What's Eichen House? Lydia: A mental health center. It's where William Barrow, the shrapnel b*mb, was committed. Is that it? Lydia: That's where he is. That's where Stiles is. No, come on. (SNIFFLING) (PANTING) (SCREAMING) (BREATHING HEAVILY) Stiles: Who's there? Who are you? (SPEAKING JAPANESE) (SPEAKING JAPANESE) Stiles: What? (SPEAKING JAPANESE) (SPEAKING JAPANESE) Stiles: I don't I don't understand. Not who are you, Stiles. Who are we? (GROANS) It's getting colder, Stiles. Did you notice that we've stopped shivering? Do you know why that's a bad sign? Stiles: It's the body trying to conserve energy. It was my fifth grade science report. Hypothermia. Our speech is starting to thicken. Then comes fatigue. Confusion. We're going to die if we don't get out of here. Stiles: Stop saying that. Stop saying we. We're just trying to keep you from freezing to death. You better get up, Stiles. Stiles: How? There's a freaking steel-jawed trap on my leg! Is there? (SOBBING) Notice something different? It was on your right leg before, wasn't it? Stiles: No Are you sure? What is this? What are you doing? We're trying to save you, Stiles. We're trying to save your life. STILINSKI: Lydia, I don't want to say "Are you sure about this" but No, he's here. Lydia: I swear to God he's here. I need access to all basement rooms in this facility. Hey, is this the exact transcript of Scott and Stiles's phone call? It's what he gave us. But these words. Stiles says, "Something smells terrible. My eyes are watering." MELISSA: Hi, I'm Melissa McCall. I was hoping to see Agent McCall. What are you doing here? My shift was over. I just wanted to see if I could help. It's here. It's right here. LYDIA: Stiles? Lydia? Lydia: I don't get it. This has to be it. Then where is he, huh? Where is he? Where is he? I'm sorry. Lydia: I don't understand. (ENGINE REVVING) MELISSA: So what are you saying? I'm saying the real question might be, how do we know he's not still asleep? You mean he's been asleep the whole time? Well, people who sleepwalk can do crazy things. One guy goes down to the kitchen and cooks an entire meal. Another guy is found mowing his lawn naked. Why's any of that matter? Remember that townhouse apartment we lived in? There was that one night I came home drunk Oh, one night? Let me finish. So I'm drunk, passed out on the bed. I get up to go to the bathroom. Then all of a sudden I hear you yelling "What the hell are you doing?" Because you were in the closet peeing into the laundry basket. Yeah, I thought it was the bathroom. Oh, no, you were drunk off your ass. Yeah, But I was convinced it was the bathroom. Yeah. So how do we know isn't just convinced he's in some kind of basement? And isn't actually there. I think when he called Scott, he was still asleep. And is still asleep right now. Then where is he? I got an idea about that too. You don't understand, do you? It's a riddle. Do you know any riddles, Stiles? Stiles: A few. What gets bigger the more you take away? A hole. What gets wetter the more it dries? A towel. (SNIFFLING) When is a door not a door? When it's ajar. Everyone has it, but no one can lose it. What is it? Stiles: I don't (EXHALES DEEPLY) (SHIVERING) Everyone has it, but no one can lose it. What is it, Stiles? Stiles: I don't I don't know. Everyone has it, but no one can lose it. (SPEAKING JAPANESE) (GROANING) Stiles: I don't know. (SPEAKING JAPANESE) (GROANING) (PANTING) (GRUNTING) Stiles: No! No! No! No! (GROANS) Stiles: No, wait! (SCREAMING) Stiles: Wait! (SCREAMING) Stiles: Wait! (YELLING) Stiles. (SCREAMING) Stiles: Wait! No, Wait! Stiles! Stiles: Wait! Stiles, you're all right! Okay! You're all right. Stiles, you're all right. (BREATHING HEAVILY) (BANGING ON DOOR) What the hell have you been doing? Allison: Sleeping. What the hell are you doing? You didn't get any calls or texts? Allison: My phone's off. I never turn my phone off. (PHONE PINGS AND CHIMES) Sleepwalking? Is he okay? Yeah, they found him a few minutes ago. They're bringing him to the hospital. I don't know what happened. I never turn it off. (STATIC BLARING) Who's that? (MAN SPEAKING JAPANESE) So, you think he was just sleepwalking? Or is there something more to it? Derek: In this town there's always something more. What if I told you I know something more? I kind of overheard Well, I listened in on Stiles talking to Scott. How he thinks he was the one who wrote that message in the Chemistry room. The message telling Barrow to k*ll Kira. Derek: You think Stiles, skinny, defenseless, Stiles is the Nogitsune? A powerful, dark spirit? I'm not the only one thinking it. I'm just the only one saying it. Derek: This thing wants to possess someone and chooses Stiles? Why wouldn't it take someone bigger, stronger? Someone with a little more Power. (SIGHS) He's sleeping now. And he's just fine. He doesn't remember much. It's a bit like a dream to him. Thank you. It was that repellent we sprayed in the coyote den to keep other animals out. I couldn't go near it without my eyes watering. It's just a good thing he mentioned it over the phone. No, it was more than that. Thank you. It was a lucky connection. McCall, can you shut up please and accept my sincerest gratitude. Accepted. All right, you two. You've got school in less than six hours. Go home. Go to sleep. Okay. (INDISTINCT CHATTERING) Lydia: I don't know what happened. I was so sure. Yeah, I wasn't much help either. Doesn't matter, if he's okay. (METAL CLANKING FAST) Lydia, Do you hear something? Lydia: No. (CLANKING STOPS) Lydia: I didn't hear anything. (LOCKER CLOSES) (PHONE CHIMES) (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) Kira: Scott. Hey DEREK: He's a little preoccupied. But I can help you. Kira: Why would you want to help me? Derek: Because I want you to tell me everything that happened at the power station with William Barrow. Actually, I want you to show me. It was the other day. I asked him some questions. Just symptoms and, um MAN: (OVER PA) Blue team to ICU please. Blue team, ICU. Yeah. It's okay. I think I, uh I think I know what you're talking about. I've been writing these down for the past two weeks. I think we need to do some tests. It was around here, I think. But everything kind of looks the same now. KIRA: What is that? Is that a baseball bat? Derek: It's Stiles's bat. It's magnetized. Kira, I'm going to need you to tell me everything you know about foxfire. (MAN SPEAKING JAPANESE) (BEEPING) You're right. It's Japanese. Who left this on your phone? I don't know. All of the messages are the same and they all say Blocked ID. Can you translate it? Mostly. The man speaking is giving instructions actually. The first line is, "All evacuees are required to stay "at least 10 feet back from outside fences." What does that mean? What fences? The fences surrounding a Japanese internment camp during World w*r II. After Pearl Harbor, Japanese-Americans were rounded up and put in camps. This man is reading instructions to prisoners upon their arrival. (SPEAKING STOPS) Well, where does something like this come from? I have no idea. Because it's fake. It mentions the name of the internment camp as "Oak Creek." There was no internment camp named Oak Creek in California. Scott: You okay? Lydia: Yeah. I'm just a little hyper-sensitive to loud sounds today. (LOCKER CLOSING) Scott: They're doing tests on Stiles all afternoon. I was going to go over at around 6:00 to visit. You want to come with me? Lydia: I should probably just go home. (LOCKER CLOSES) Scott: You sure you're okay? Lydia: Yeah. I'll text you later. (THUDS) I'm not sure I know how to pronounce this. Or if it's not actually a misspelling. Just call him Stiles. Okay. Stiles, just to warn you, you're going to hear a lot of noise during the MRI. It's due to pulses of electricity going through metal coils inside the machine. Uh, if you want we can get you earplugs or headphones. Stiles: Oh, no, no, I don't need anything. Hey, we're just on the other side of that window. Okay? Stiles: Okay. You know what they're looking for, right? It's called frontotemporal dementia. Areas of your brain start to shrink. It's what my mother had. It's the only form of dementia that can h*t teenagers. And there's no cure. Scott: Stiles, if you have it, we'll do something. I'll do something. Kira: I don't know if I should go in. You're going to tell Scott that Barrow might have used foxfire created by me to jump start the Nogitsune's power inside Stiles. Derek: Yeah. Kira: Basically that I helped a dark spirit take control of his best friend. Derek: You should probably wait here. DOCTOR: Okay, Stiles. This will take about 45 minutes to an hour. Now remember, try not to move. Even just a little bit. Stiles, you're going to hear that noise now. It's going to be a loud clanging. Kind of like a hammer hitting an anvil. (METAL CLANKING) (METAL CLANKING CONTINUOUSLY) (LYDIA IS SITTING IN HER CAR AND IS HEARING THE SAME SOUND THAT STILES HEARS) (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) (METAL CLANKING CONTINUES) Scott: You know the stuff you we're telling me about chemo signals earlier? It reminded me of the time you we're teaching me to use anger to control the shift. Derek: I think you ended up teaching me more about that. Scott: Are you teaching me again? Derek: Think of it more like sharing a few trade secrets. You know, I took Cora back to South America, right? It's where she spent most of her time after the f*re. But that's not the only reason I left. I needed to talk to my mother. Scott: Your d*ad mother? Derek: She told me something that changed my perspective on a lot of things. She said that my family didn't just live in Beacon Hills. They protected it. This town needs someone to protect it. Someone like you. Scott: And someone like you to teach me a few trade secrets. Derek: What? He was trying to protect us. Stiles was protecting us. From himself. Derek: What are we looking for? Scott: I'm not sure. But I think Stiles wasn't just up here struggling with himself. I think he was struggling not to do something. (METAL CLANKING) (INAUDIBLE) DOCTOR: See this? The tissue here and there. Both those spots are showing signs of atrophy. Atrophy. DOCTOR: I'm sorry. (MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING) (PANTING) (METALLIC CLANKING) NOGITSUNE: Have you figured out my riddle yet? If you answer correctly, we might consider letting them go. Stiles: Letting who go? Your friends. Your family. Everyone who ever meant something to you. We're going to destroy all of them, Stiles. One-by-one. Stiles: Why? Everyone has it, but no one can lose it. What is it? - Stiles: I don't know. Everyone has it, but no one can lose it. What is it? Stiles: I don't know. Everyone has it, but no one can lose it. What is it? What is it? Stiles: I don't know. A shadow. (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) What was that? It sounded like a power surge. Where's my son? WOMAN: (OVER PA) Dr. Bender to the mental ward please. (PEOPLE CLAMORING) Stiles: You know me. NOSHIKO: Then you remember that I won't be deterred by your choice of host. Even if it's an innocent boy. Stiles: Are you thr*at us? Now I'm thr*at you. We're not really afraid of your little fireflies. NOSHIKO: If the oni can't defeat you, I know someone who will. (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) Lydia: Oh, my God.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "03x18 - Riddled"}

foreverdreaming

Previously on Teen Wolf. DEATON: Are you aware of what your abilities can do for others? And that's all that was left of her. Talia. I have to ask her something. You can do this. DEREK: Skinny, defenselessStiles is a nogitsune. Oh, my God! Ikeda: Why's it taking so long? The doctor is on his way. He comes highly recommended. Ikeda: Did I ask for a professional reference? I asked why it was taking so long. That is a question of time. Not quality of service. Do you think I would pay for an idiot to look at him? No, Ikeda-sama. Ikeda: Can any of you idiots tell me why he hasn't moved in 12 hours? No? Then where the hell is the doctor? (BELL DINGS) (SPEAKING JAPANESE) Ikeda ; Apologize if you can't do anything. Have you worked with wolves before? DEATON: Here and there. And what's our patient's name? Ikeda: Yuki. DEATON: Hello, Yuki. Now what have you gotten yourself into, my friend? Has Yuki been around any unusual plants? Something that looks like moss? It would be bright green, almost neon. It's called lichen and it's highly toxic. I need to know if Yuki has consumed any. Ikeda: If he has the poison, just treat him. DEATON: I'm sorry, but not without knowing the species. I need a sample. Ikeda: It's in the garden. Shigeki, take him. (SPEAKING JAPANESE) Superstitious idiots. Is this what you're looking for? DEATON: Hold this, please. Ikeda: You really think Yuki got in here and ate this stuff? DEATON: Actually, I think Yuki probably doesn't come anywhere near here. I doubt if you could even drag him in. Some part of him probably senses what happened here. To your father and the nogitsune possessing him. This particular lichen is called Letharia vulpina. Wolf lichen. They used it to poison wolves and foxes. They'd put out pieces of meat with crushed glass and bits of the lichen in it. The glass perforated the intestines of the animal so the vulpinic acid could reach the internal organs faster. What did you do to my wolf? DEATON: Well, I didn't poison him with lichen. But I did give him a powerful paralytic agent. The same one I put on that jar. (SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE) I guess we both know a few things, Ikeda-san. (GROANS) DEATON: Born out of the blood of a nogitsune, this lichen is quite special. More powerful than you know. Ikeda: What... What are you going to use it for? DEATON: There's a fox hiding inside a teenage boy. And I'm going to poison it. (MUSIC PLAYING) (MUSIC PLAYING) (TIRES SQUEALING) Kira: Oh God. (CRACKLING) Get back! Everyone, get back! Everyone, get back! Isaac: Allison! Allison: Isaac! (GASPS) (CAR HORN HONKS) (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (INDISTINCT DIALOGUE) Derek; Isaac? He's not breathing. Scott, he's not breathing! Scott, he's not breathing! Noshiko: I saw what you did. Now's not the time for anybody else to see. Parish: Two people said they saw Stiles's jeep leave the hospital. Stillinski: Someone needs to find him. Now. Agent McCall:?Is it me or was this cut? Tell the others to keep an eye out for signs of sabotage. DEREK:You have to tell Stilinski. You have to tell him what'sreally wrong with Stiles. (MUSIC PLAYING) SCOTT: Any news? Melissa: They're still looking for him. It's past the 48 -hour mark, but I guess if anyone's going to be missing for two days and turn up just fine, it's Stiles. SCOTT: What about Isaac? Melissa: Maybe we should go by the hospital before school. DEPUTY PARRISH: Sheriff? Stillinski: Yeah. Parrish: He just needs your signature. It's just printer cartridges and stuff. Batteries for the next blackout. Not a bad idea, considering the number of electrical problems in this town. (KNOCKING AT DOOR) Agent McCall: I know you're a bit preoccupied at the moment. Stillinski: What is it? Agent McCall; This might sound strange, but have you had any issues with yakuza? Stillinski: Japanese Mafia? Agent McCall; Specifically, a guy named Katashi. (INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENTS) Scott: Have you been here all night? Allison: Yeah, they won't let me see him because I'm not family. I told them he doesn't have any. Melissa: He's got us. And I've got a key card. Be quick. (MACHINE BEEPING STEADILY) ALLISON: I thought he'd be healing by now. SCOTT: So did I. ALLISON: Is he in pain? (SCOTT INHALES SHARPLY) (GASPING) SCOTT: It won't heal him, but it helps with the pain. Allison: Did Stiles really do this? SCOTT: Whatever's controlling him did it. Whatever's inside him. Allison: Well, then how do we get whatever's inside of him the hell out of him? SCOTT: I'm working on it. Kira; (SIGHS) The thing is, in all of the stories, kitsune are tricksters. They're mischievous. They don't really get caught up in right or wrong or even understand it. SCOTT: What's that mean? It's just doing this for the hell of it? KIRA: No, there was something else I found. If you somehow offend a nogitsune, it can react pretty badly. SCOTT: How do you offend a nogitsune? KIRA: I don't know. But if it's doing something this bad, then someone really, really offended it. (BLOWS) COACH: Listen up! Anybody catches the slightest glimpse of Stilinski, you contact the first available teacher. Got it? Got it! ALL: Yes, Coach. COACH: There's a card on my desk for Isaac Lahey, and every one of you losers is not only going to sign it, you're going to write a personal message so profound and deep, it's gonna bring a tear to Coach's eye. Who's first? Ah, Danny! That's how you do it, buddy. Keep it PG. Ethan: No Stiles, no demonic ninjas. Things are getting too quiet. Stiles: Yeah, I know. Yeah, it's making me nervous, too. (METALLIC PULSING) ETHAN: Do you guys hear that? Scott: It's an emitter. One of Argent's. Ethan: It's coming from the basement. STILES: Okay, I know what you guys are thinking, but it's me. I swear to God, it's me. (GROWLING) SCOTT: Wait, stop! I said, stop! (GROWLS) (SNARLS) STILES: it's me, Scott. I swear it's me. I don't know where I've been the last two days or what I've been doing, but this is me. I promise. Ethan: You know what happened at the hospital? STILES: I know more than that. You see this? It's a blueprint of the hospital's electrical wiring. You see all these markings in red? That's my handwriting. I know I did this. I caused the accident. And everything in this bag, it's all stuff that could be part of something bigger. Ethan: What the hell have you been up to? STILES: I think something worse. A lot worse. (INDISTINCT) LYDIA: Why were you talking to him? Natalie martin: Because he started talking to me. He's from the health department. LYDIA: Oh, really? That's what he said? Natalie: Yes, really. They're scheduling hearing tests with the students. LYDIA: Hearing tests? He was talking about hearing? Natalie: Yes, (ENUNCIATING) hearing. I'm guessing we should sign you up. He gave me his card. LYDIA: Mom, this is a piece of paper with a phone number written on it. Natalie: I know. Still got it. AIDEN: What the hell were you doing? Building a Terminator? STILES: Thank you for that. Guys, this is a map. Aiden: Isn't that the cross country trail? Scott: That's the Tate car. Where Malia Tate's family died. Stiles: You mean that's where her father put the steel-jawed traps. (WHISTLES SHARPLY) (MUSIC PLAYING) (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) DEREK: Lose something? (GRUNTING) (PANTING) Argent: Why are you breaking into my apartment? DEREK: Why are you leaving emitters in my loft? Argent; I have no idea why that would be in your loft. I spent the entirety of the last two days trying to find Stiles. DEREK: Any luck? Argent: No. DEREK: Me either. Okay, we're both trying to find Stiles. Mind if I ask what you planned on doing if you find him? Argent: Well, that depends on which Stiles I find. (TIRES SQUEALING) STILES: Coach! Coach: Stilinski... Whoa. Stiles: Coach, listen close. Argent: Broken. This isn't mine. Careful. DEREK: How much do you think that is? Argent: 150,000. But it doesn't make sense. We never took the money. DEREK: Whose money is it? Argent: It belongs to a yakuza named Katashi. He has a nickname. RAFAEL: You mean something like... Silverfinger? Argent: Where did you get that? Agent McCall Off Katashi's d*ad body. (GRUNTING) Danny: What the hell are you doing? Ethan: Uh, I missed you. (SCREAMS) KIRA: Oh, my God. Did you see how fast I was running? SCOTT: I felt it. But we need to stop the others. Kira: Why? STILES: Scott! STILES: Stop, stop, stop! Everyone, stop! (FINSTOCK CLAPPING) COACH: Congratulations, Stilinski. You found a length of chain. Can somebody now please tell me what the hell's going on? Scott: Hey, Coach! COACH: Oh, crap. (MUSIC PLAYING) ALLISON: While it's smart to bring me with you, I still think the rest of this is totally insane. LYDIA: I tried to find Stiles and I led everyone into a mental institution. I call that a colossal failure. Allison: Ahem. Lydia: Look, I just need to figure this out and he's the only one offering help. Allison: Peter doesn't offer help. He offers a chance for you to be manipulated into giving him what he wants. Lydia: Fine. Let's see what he wants. PETER: The hunter and the banshee. Ladies, come in. (SCREAMING) COACH: Get it out of me! Get it out of me. Get it out of me. COACH: Oh, my God, I'm gonna die. COACH: Get it out of me! I'm gonna die! Stiles: Coach, you're not gonna die. COACH: I'm gonna die! Scott: It will hurt less if you stop moving, Coach. FINSTOCK: Get that thing out of me! Stay still, Coach. An ambulance is coming. FINSTOCK: Get it out! I'm gonna die! Aiden: Get back! Get back! Give him some room! Get back! (SCOTT GASPING) Aiden: I think he just passed out. STILES: I could have k*lled him. I could have k*lled him, right? What if it was his head or his throat? Scott: But it wasn't. And he's going to be all right. Aiden: I think I just heard an ambulance coming. (SIREN WAILING) STILES: And my dad. Argent: So, I don't suppose you have any idea why Stiles would frame us for m*rder? DEREK: I didn't think Stiles was smart enough to frame us for m*rder. Argent; To be honest, I'm not entirely convinced that's why we're here. DEREK: What do you mean? Argent: McCall is going to come out here any minute and probably talk attorneys. Say you've agreed to allow mine to represent you. DEREK: Why should I trust your attorney? Argent; Because I'm not calling my attorney yet. I just want more time. DEREK: To do what? Argent; To figure out what we're really doing here. Peter: She goes. LYDIA: The last time I was alone with you... I almost bled out on a lacrosse field. She stays. Peter; Do you actually think I was trying to k*ll you when I bit you? You were my backup plan, remember? Not to mention, the bite is what brought out your nascent abilities. You think power like that was going to come out on its own? (CLICKS TONGUE) I'm the spark that lit your f*re, sweetheart. Allison: You att*cked her and nearly k*lled her. Peter: Power doesn't come without a little pain and struggle. LYDIA: I didn't ask for it. Peter: But you're embracing it now, aren't you? Allison: How about the fact that you brainwashed her and used her to bring yourself back to life? Peter: So that I could be here today to help you master your abilities. Isn't it amazing how things come full circle? Allison: He's insane. We're leaving. Peter: You want the truth, Lydia? It's not the scream that gives you power. All the scream does is help drown out the noise, allowing you to hear what you really need to. (ECHOING) I can help you focus your hearing. Allison: But you want something in return. Peter: No, I'm dedicating my life to helping out narcissistic teenage girls. Of course I want something in return. (CLATTERING) ETHAN: Scott, you better look at this. Scott: This is the same wrapping paper we used for Coach's birthday present. Ethan: Wasn't that William Barrow's thing? A b*mb made from nails and bolts all wrapped in a birthday present? Where did it go off? Stiles: On a school bus. Ken Yukimura: Out of the way! Out of the way! Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Move! Everyone back! Get away from the bus! Get back now! (STUDENTS CLAMORING) Come on, guys, let's go! Go, go, go! Come on, move, guys. Jared; They told me not to move. Ken Yukimura: Jared, right? JARED: They told me not to move. They said, "Stay right where you are and don't move a muscle." Ken: It's all right. Jared: I didn't know what it was when I picked it up. I didn't know. Ken Yukimura: It's all right, Jared. I'm just going to take a look, all right? Allison: These are the claws of Derek's mother? Peter: My sister, Talia. Before she died, she stole a memory from me. It's something only a very powerful alpha can do. That memory is locked inside those claws. Lydia: Why would your sister want to steal a memory from you? Peter: Well, if I remembered the memory, I might be able to tell you. (SIGHS) Lydia: So what am I supposed to do? Stillinski: Get him out of here! Back those kids up! Move! We wait for the b*mb squad. Parrish: I'm a certified HDT. Two years in the army. I can at least find out if this thing's real. (PEOPLE MURMURING) PETER: Focus. Lydia: I am focusing! Peter: You're not! I can see the wheels spinning behind your eyes. Your hearing is attuned to a level of the universe no one else can hear. But only if you're listening. Lydia: I'm trying. Peter: Try harder! (CRACKLING) Your aunt had one of those. Aunty Kate. LYDIA: Stop it. Both of you. Peter: Didn't do her much good as I ripped her throat out, did it? Allison: She didn't shove it up your... Lydia: Stop it! (INDISTINCT VOICES) PETER: Lydia? Lydia, did you hear something? What is it? What are they saying? Is it the memory? What did Talia take from me? Tell me what she knew! Lydia: You're not just an uncle. Derek; I could easily get out of these, you know. Argent: So could I. But I'm not interested in being a fugitive from the law. Derek:?Well, I'm not interested in being a victim to a 17-year-old possessed by a psychotic fox. Argent: Just give me a few more minutes. Derek! (SIGHS) DEREK: Okay, fine. If something happens, don't expect me to risk my life trying to save yours. NOSHIKO: Close the door. You hid them in a book? Couldn't you find something more secure? Ken: How many high school students do you know who would willingly open a book? You still haven't talked to Kira, have you? NOSHIKO: Barely a word since the hospital. Ken: You need to tell her. Especially about this. You've already sacrificed five. Three of the oni are gone. How many more tails are you willing to sacrifice? Noshiko: If I have to? All of them. (GASPS) Noshiko; These oni will be stronger. Much stronger. Parrish: Jared, it will be very helpful if you could resist throwing up on the potential expl*sive device. Hey, can you do that for me? Jared: I think so. You... You look really... Handsome? Parrish: Thank you. For a second there, I thought you were going to say I look really young and I was gonna have to launch into my explanation about how I'm actually 24 and that anyone can look young if they eat right and exercise. Although it's probably just good genes anyway, right? (GASPS) Huh. It's not a b*mb, sir, but there is something in the box. It's just printer cartridges and stuff. Batteries for the next blackout. Not a bad idea, considering the number of electrical problems in this town. Stillinski: My God. There is a b*mb, but not here. (CHAOTIC HUBBUB) Argent: What's happening? (DISTORTED NOISES) (DISTORTED) Argent: What's happening? DEREK: Get down! (THUNDER RUMBLING) (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) (BUZZING) MAN: Get me an ambulance here, at the sheriff's station. We've got an expl*si*n. We got multiple officers down. Multiple officers down. We need an ambulance A.S.A.P. On the double. STILES: Scott? Scott? CHRIS: Derek. Derek. (BREATHING HEAVILY) Derek: I'm okay. Argent: You saved my life. STILES: Can you do something? Take his pain? Anything to make it easier? (GRUNTING) (GASPING) (WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY) (WHISPERING) Go, go, go. Kira: The oni. They're coming. Scott; Stiles, we gotta get you out of here. Lydia: I said I don't know. I don't know its name, if it's a boy or a girl or if it's some mutated wolf baby. Peter: You're lying. Tell me what you know. Tell me. Tell... (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (GRUNTING) Allison: Now we're leaving. Peter: Lydia! Kira: It's an animal clinic? Scott: Yeah, the place is lined with mountain ash. Just like my house. Stiles: It will buy us some time. Scott: But they can get through it? Stiles: Eventually. Nobody's got any better ideas? Okay, sure. Animal clinic. Allison: I got mine. Did you find yours? Lydia: Yeah. Allison: Peter and Malia? Lydia; Father and daughter. (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) (SNARLING) Scott: Stiles, get inside. (GROWLING) Scott; Hey, Kira, get inside! Kira! (INAUDIBLE) STILES: All right, come on. Get him inside! Get him inside! (SCOTT GASPING) (GRUNTING) (GROANS) Stiles: You okay? Scott: Please don't. Stop. Stiles: It's okay. (GROANING) Stiles; Does it hurt? Hey, look at me. You should have done your reading, Scott. See, a nogitsune feeds off chaos, strife and pain. This morning, you took it from Isaac, then you took it from Coach. And then from a dying deputy. All that pain. You took it all. Now, give it to me. (CHOKING) (PANTING) STILES: You really have to learn, Scott. You really have to learn not to trust a fox. Mmm-mmm. Know why? 'Cause they're tricksters. They'll fool you. They'll fool everyone. Deaton: Not everyone. (GRUNTING) (BREATHING HARD) (STAMMERING) (GROANING) Scott; What was that? Was that a cure? Is he okay? Deaton: The fox is poisoned. But it's not d*ad. Not yet.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "03x19 - Letharia Vulpina"}

foreverdreaming

Echo House Who's there? SCOTT: Previously on Teen Wolf... Stiles: It's called frontotemporal dementia. Areas of your brain start to shrink. Sheriff stillinski: Eight years ago, almost an entire family died in a car accident. A young girl named Malia was never found. CHRIS: They called him Silverfinger because of an unusual prosthetic. Where did you get that? Agent McCall: Off Katashi's d*ad body. Deaton: There's a fox hiding inside a teenage boy. And I'm going to poison it. __ (MUSIC PLAYING) (INDISTINCT VOICES, ECHOING) (MOTORCYCLE APPROACHING) scott: Why didn't you tell me? Sheriff stillinski : Because we wanted to avoid something like this. Stiles: It's only 72 hours. Scott: This is the same place where Barrow came from. The guy who had a tumor inside him filled with flies. You don't know everything yet. Sheriff stillinski: I know enough. Nogitsunes, Kitsunes, Oni, or whatever they're called. Stiles: Wow, that was actually all surprisingly correct. Sheriff Stilinski: Scott, I saw an MRI that looked exactly like my wife's. And it terrifies me. I'm headed down to L.A. tomorrow to talk to a specialist. Scott: Then why are you putting him in here? STILES: He's not. It was my decision. Scott: Stiles, I can't help you if you're in here. Stiles: And I can't hurt you. Scott: Deaton's got some ideas. Argent's calling people. We're gonna find something. And if we can't... STILES: If you can't... If you can't, then you have to do something for me, okay? Make sure I never get out. Come on. (GATE BUZZES OPEN) (INDISTINCT VOICES, ECHOING) NURSE: Mr. Stilinski? This way please. NURSE: First 72 hours there's no phone calls, no e-mails, no visitors. We will be taking you from here to a brief physical. In the morning you'll be assessed by a staff psychologist,speak to a social worker and attend group therapy. (DOOR BUZZES OPEN) Sheriff stillinski: I feel like we're forgetting something. NURSE: You will be wearing these, Stiles. No laces allowed. You don't have a belt, do you? And please empty your pockets in here. (MUTTERING) Sheriff stilinski: Your pillow. Your pillow. We forgot your pillow. Stiles: Dad, it's okay. Sherif stilllinski: No, no. You're never going to be able to fall asleep. We... We got to go back. Stiles: It's fine, Dad. I don't need it. (STAMMERING) Sheriff stilinski: I can't believe I forgot it. I mean, every time that we've ever stayed in a hotel, the first thing you pack is your pillow. Stiles: You can bring it tomorrow. It's all right. (DOORS BUZZING) Sheriff stilinski: Okay, you know what? Stop. Stop. Enough. Stiles, get your stuff. I'm not checking you in here if you're not gonna get one good night's sleep. Stiles: Dad. I haven't had a good night's sleep in weeks. Nurse: Stiles? This way, please. Inmate: I’m the part of the bird that's not in the sky. Stiles: Hey, do you see that? Inmate: I’m the part of the bird that's not in the sky. NURSE: Stiles, wait for me. Inmate: I’m the part of the bird that's not in the sky. Stiles: That guy up there. Inmate: I’m can swim in the ocean,yet still remain dry. I can swim in the ocean, yet still remain dry. I can swim in the ocean, yet still remain dry... STILES: Stop! Somebody stop him! (BONES SNAPPING) NURSE: (YELLS) Oh! (INDISTINCT TALKING) (SNARLING) Chris: Did you have any trouble with Ikeda? DEATON: Only minor. The white wolf was exactlywhere you said it would be.But we have two problems now. First, the lichen is not a cure. It'll wear off in a matter of days. Chris: But while it does work, the Oni won't go after Stiles, right? Deaton : I hope. Eichen House has an unusual history. It might not be all that safe for the Oni there as well. CHRIS: What's the second problem? Deaton: I checked with your contacts in Japan. The Yakuza Boss you saw k*lled by the Oni never found the scroll. Scott: What scroll? Deaton: A Shugendo Scroll. The Shugendo were the ascetic mystics of Japan. Chris: The scroll had information on how to exorcise a Nogitsune. Scott: So we need to find that scroll? Deaton: Exactly. And I did get a name of the man who last purchased it. Kincaid. Allison: He was with Katashi. He's the guy who met with Isaac to buy the g*n. Chris : Sounds like Katashi wanted the scroll for himself. But Stilinski already told me nothing like it was found among his things. And a paranoid like Katashi would keep it close. Probably on him at all times. Allison: What does a Shugendo Scroll look like? Deaton: Something like this. Allison: Do these come in different sizes? Deaton: Any size. Allison: Then I think I know where it might be. Stiles: Okay, I know there's the whole 72 hour thing but I'd really need to use the phone. Nurse: The accident that occurred is being taken care of. Stiles: You're seriously referring to that as an accident? Nurse: Incident. Stiles: Slightly better. Still need to use the phone. Just five minutes. Three minutes, please. A three minute call. Nurse: Would you like to go to sleep, Stiles, or would you like to be introduced to our five-point restraint system? Oliver: I would go with sleep. Stiles: Hey, wait, wait, wait! (EXHALES) Oliver: I'm Oliver. Stiles: Stiles. Oliver: There was a su1c1de, huh? Stiles: Yeah. Oliver: Is it Monday? There's a much higher rate of su1c1de on Mondays. Okay then. Stiles: Um, hey, can someone... Someone just please let me out of here. Someone. Anyone. Oliver: I heard it by the way. It happened in the stairwell, right? Stiles: Yeah. How'd you know that? Oliver: I heard the echo. Stiles: What do you mean? Oliver: It's this place. Something about the way that it was built. Everything echoes. Eventually. That's why they call it Echo House. Oliver: Have you been awake all night? Stiles: Yeah, I can't sleep without my pillow. (COUGHING) Stiles: You okay? Oliver: I swallowed a bug the other day. You ever do that? I keep coughing. Like it's still in my throat, it’s disgusting Stiles:You don't have any idea when they unlock the doors, do you? (DOOR UNLOCKING) (FOOTSTEPS) Oliver : Now Most of the people here are okay. The violent ones are in the closed unit. That's Hillary. She has OCD. That's Gary. He thinks he's Jesus Christ. Dan. Also Jesus. That's Mary... Stiles: Mary Magdalene? Oliver: No, she also thinks she's Jesus. You'd be surprised how many Jesuses we get. Stiles: Not really. Oliver: Hey, how come you want to use the phone already? Stiles: 'Cause after one night, I've changed my mind about this place being safe for me. Or anyone. Ever. WOMAN: No. No, I think you're wrong. I really think I should tell them. They're going to want to know the story. The whole story. I really think they should know. Yes, I do. One of them is standing right behind me. Stiles: Who was that? Oliver: That's Meredith. She's a little weird. Stiles: You're a little weird. She's a lot weird. It's d*ad. Oliver: Yeah. They turn off all the phones for 24 hours after a su1c1de. Stiles: Why didn't you tell me that before? Oliver: Why didn't you ask? What are you going to do now? Stiles: I'm getting out of this nuthouse. Oliver: That's not really the appropriate way to describe a facility like this. Stiles: Malia? Hey. It's Stiles. Do you remember me? I'm friends with Scott. Remember. We were the ones who helped you out with... (GRUNTS) MAN: Hey, Malia! MALIA: No! Hey, what the hell? Stiles: She h*t me. Man: A few more like this, Malia, and you're headed to the closed unit. Stiles: Okay, Wait, wait, wait. Stop. I didn't doing anything. MAN: Back off! Stop! (GRUNTS) MORRELL: (VOICE ECHOING)Enough! Enough. (STILES BREATHING HEAVILY) Stiles. You saw something, didn't you? Stiles: That basement. I've been down there before. Chris: Still nothing? Derek? Derek: Hold on. DEPUTY: Hey, where's the sheriff? MAN: Stilinski's out for the day. So the Katashi m*rder is now a Federal Investigation. Everything here that wasn't blown up needs to be placed in Lockup. Derek: You were right. They're moving all the evidence. Chris: Was there anything about the m*rder itself? Any other details? Derek: Just about putting Katashi's things in a Federal Lockup and something about Stilinski being out for the day. You know, if all of this is true, people are d*ad because of Stiles. Chris: But is it really Stiles? Remember, we've had this problem before. Derek: But we got lucky with Jackson. What happens when you don't get lucky? Chris: guess it depends on how much or how little of Stiles is left. You ever heard of the Berserkers? Germanic warriors. Derek: They wore the skins of bears to channel their ferocity. Chris: They didn't just wear them. They became them. You know, a couple of years ago, a family came to us for help with their son. This group of teenagers, they were doing all sorts of rituals with animal skins. Somehow they tapped into it. But with Berserkers, the human side doesn't last long. They're not tempered by the moon. Derek: He k*lled people? Chris: He tore them apart. Eventually, I had to tell the family their son was gone. It took three of us to take him down. Almost every b*llet we had. And when it was over, I felt no remorse. None. I knew that kid was long gone. Derek: Would you feel any remorse putting Stiles down? Chris: Stiles? Yes. But not a Nogitsune. MORRELL: I want to go back to the topic of guilt today. It might surprise you to hear me say that guilt is a good thing. It's a rather mature emotion. Malia, you said something about guilt the other day. You said it came with a visceral reaction. Malia: I said it made me feel sick to my stomach. (COUGHS) Morell: Guilt often becomes physical. You feel it in your gut. It's not just psychological. How does guilt make you feel, Stiles? Stiles: I'm sorry, what? Morrell: Guilt. What does it make you feel? Stiles: Nervous. Morell: Like a sense of urgency? You feel an urgent need to make up for something you've done. To apologize. These are healthy responses. Does anyone know what we call someone who doesn't experience guilt? Oliver: Sociopath. Morrell: That's right, Oliver. I'm sorry, everyone, but we need to take a break. Come with me, Stiles. I'd like to talk to you for a minute. It's called a Lichtenberg figure. They appear on lightning strike victims. The fact that they're appearing on you after a sh*t of Wolf Lichen is both significant and strange. Stiles: By significant and strange do you mean hopeful and optimistic? Morrell: When the marks fade, the Nogitsune's grip over you will return. Stiles: What are these? Sleeping pills? Morrell: Amphetamines. Sleeping is exactly what you don't want to do. You're vulnerable when you're asleep. Stiles: So all I have to do is stay awake? Morrell: For now. If your friends haven't figured out something by the time those marks are gone, I'll come find you. Stiles: To tell me what to do? Morrell: No, to give you an injection. Pancuronium Bromide. It causes respiratory paralysis. Stiles: That sounds a lot like death. Morrell: It's used for lethal injection, yes. Stiles: So when the Nogitsune takes over, you're going to k*ll me? Morrell: I'm going to do what I've always done. Maintain the balance. Stiles: Okay then. I've missed our talks. Thanks for the illicit drugs. Morell: Stiles. Stay awake. Oliver: What are you doing? (GASPS) stiles: I need to get through here. To the basement. Oliver: Doctors don't even have a key to this door. Only Brunski. Stiles: Is that the head orderly? Oliver: He's got keys to everything in here. Stiles: Does he keep them on him all the time? Oliver: If you want them, you'll probably have to figure out a way to trick him. stiles: Well, part of me is getting very good at playing tricks. Allison: My father said all of the Katashi evidence is being moved to a Federal Lockup by armored car tonight. Probably within the next few hours. Ethan: We're going to rob an armored car? Lydia: Well, we're going to try. Stiles: Okay. Okay, just got to stay awake, Stiles. You just gotta stay... Malia: Don't worry, Stiles, you didn't just accidentally walk into the Girls' Room. Stiles: Thank God. (CLEARS THROAT) Stiles: Um... Okay, so what are you doing in the Boys Room? Malia: Showering. Stiles: I can see that. I mean I saw that. Well, actually I didn't see anything really. I just... There was too much steam to, uh... Not that I would prefer there to be less steam... Stiles, I don't care. In the woods, there was no Boys' and Girls' Room. And if you really need to know, they keep the water temperature in the Girls' Room too low. It's much hotter in here. Ever since I turned back to human, I just can't seem to get warm. Stiles: Maybe you just have a low core temp. You know, you might just be sick or... Malia: I used to have a fur coat. Stiles: Or, it could be... Hey, it might be that. It's probably that. (MUSIC PLAYING) Now you're staring. Stiles: No, I'm not. Malia: Then what are you doing? Stiles: Phew! Uh... I was kind of wondering why you punched me. Malia: Did you think I was going to thank you? Stiles: No. Maybe. We did kind of save your life. Malia: You're right, Stiles. Thank you. Thanks for invading my home. For putting me on the run. For turning me back to human so that I could look at my father every day and try to figure out how to explain to him that the reason my sister and mother are d*ad is because I almost ate them on a full moon. Thank you so very much. Stiles: We were just trying to help. Malia: You want to help me? Find a way to change me back. Stiles: You want to go back? To being a coyote? Malia: What do you know? Stiles: I might know somebody who could teach you. How to change. Malia: Okay. What do you want? Stiles: I need to get into the basement. Which means that I need to get the keys off of that orderly. The big one. Malia: Brunski. Stiles: You help me, and I'll help you. Scott: This is a really bad plan. Lydia : It's not that bad. Ethan: It's not that good. Lydia: None of us knows the route they're going to take. If Allison can get one of her dad's GPS trackers on the armored car then we can follow it. Allison: So when it gets here... Ethan: We att*ck them? Lydia: Your bikes will be in the middle of the road, looking like you guys got into an accident. And when the driver gets out to help... Ethan: We att*ck him? BOTH: No. Lydia: You distract him and Scott will break open the back door. Scott: I hope. Lydia: And you'll get Katashi's finger. Ethan: It's not his actual finger, is it? Lydia: You are so out of our league. Ethan: Why aren't we just going to Stilinski for help? Lydia: Because if he gets caught, then it's the Sheriff tampering with federal evidence. Allison: Guys, this is going to work. We can do this. We're losing Stiles. My Dad's in jail for m*rder. We need to do this. (GRUNTING) Oliver: You're lying, you're a liar! MAN: What the hell's going on? OLIVER: You're lying! MALIA: Get this nut-job off of me. Oliver: No! She said that they drill holes in your head. She said they're gonna put a hole in my head! (KEYS JANGLING) Please, come on! Please, don't... Please don't drill a hole in my head. Stiles: You okay? Malia: Yeah. (SIGHS) Chris: They told me my lawyer was here. So either I'm going to congratulate you on recently passing the bar or I should be worried about something. Araya: Hello, Christoph. (KEYS JANGLING) Stiles: (SIGHS) Come on. Come on. I thought this guy had a key to everything. Brunski: I do. But nobody has the key to that room. Into the Quiet Room, little man. Want to tell us where you got these? Stiles: A vending machine. (CHUCKLES) I always love the sarcastic ones. Give him five of the Haldol. Stiles: Wait. What's that? Is that a sedative? Okay, hang on. Hang on! I can't go to sleep. Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Look... Get off me, man! (GRUNTING) Stiles: I can't go to sleep... You don't understand. (PANTING) Stiles: You don't get it. I gotta stay awake. I gotta stay... (DEEP BREATHS) Stiles: I have to stay awake. Scott: What are you doing here? Kira: I want to help. Scott: I'm not sure it's such a good idea. Kira: Because of my mother? Scott: No. I know that's not your fault. Kira: Yeah, but it still feels like it is. And if I can help, shouldn't I? scott: People who help us usually end up getting hurt. Badly. Kira: Okay, but I've been practicing. Scott: Practicing what? Kira: I've been picking this up really fast. Like crazy fast. (UNSHEATHING) (GASPS) Scott: You sure about that? Kira: Sorry. Watch. (MUSIC PLAYING) Scott: Okay. You're coming. Stiles: No, no. Hey. Hey! Hey. Hey, let me out! Let me out! Let me out! NOGITSUNE: Let me in. Stiles: What... What do you mean? Nogitsune: You know. Stiles: Okay, screw you and your stupid riddles. (BANGS) Nogitsune: No riddle this time, Stiles. You know what it means. Stiles: Let me out. Just let me out. Let me out. Just let me out! Nogitsune: Let me in! (PANTING) Stiles:?No, no, no. Shh! Malia: Hey, hey, hey. Shh! Shut up. Stiles: How did you get in here? Malia: I broke the lock. If I concentrate I can be pretty strong. Get up. (GROANS) There's another way to the basement. Through the Closed Unit. Where they keep the real psychos. Allison: You're up. (DOOR OPENS) Deputy: Okay, let's get out of here. Scott: We have to do something. Scott: Who the hell is that? Allison: Kincaid. Chris: You want to talk about the code? Araya: Ours is more than a code of behavior. It's a code of honor. These things bind our families. You don't abandon such things lightly. Chris: Where in the code does it say my wife had to k*ll herself? Araya: Your wife honored us with her dying breath. Chris: She would have honored her daughter by living. Araya: Your family is very complicated, though. Isn't it? Chris: What do you really want to know? Is this about Allison? What are you fishing for? Araya: I don't fish, mijo. I hunt. Scott: We need that finger. Kincaid: Why should I give it to you? Allison: There's a briefcase in there with $ 150,000 in it. Kincaid: The scroll inside this prosthetic finger is worth three million. Scott:,Give me the finger. You know what I mean. (GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) Kincaid:,I guess negotiations are over. (GROWLING) Malia: Do you know what you're looking for? Stiles: Something to do with that. Malia: What does it mean? Stiles: Self. Malia: Maybe you should tell me more. Stiles: You might not like me if you know any more. Malia: Try to remember that I'm a werecoyote who m*rder her own family. I won't judge. I promise. (CHUCKLES) (BOTH GRUNTING) (GRUNTS) (GROWLS) (GASPS) Kincaid: You have the eyes of an Alpha. But where's the strength? Ethan: Up here. (GROWLING) (MEN GRUNTING) Malia: This place definitely used to be a lot more fun. Electroshock, ice baths. Trepanation? Stiles: That's what Oliver was talking about. Trepanation is when they drill into your head. Malia: No wonder they don't want anyone down here. (SIGHS) Stiles: There's nothing here. Could you do me a favor? Could you just check the lines on my back? Just tell me if they're fading. Malia: Yeah, they're almost gone. I'm guessing that's bad. Stiles: Hmm. Malia: Oh. Sorry. I told you I'm always cold. Stiles: That's okay. Here. Boy, you really are. (BOTH CHUCKLE) (MUSIC PLAYING) Stiles: Was that your first kiss? Was it okay? You want to try it again? Malia: I want to try something else. ( Takes off her top) Stiles: Something else? Malia: Yeah. Ah! Scott: Ethan, Aiden... Lydia:,Stop! Aiden: You want him to come after us? Ethan: Scott, we've seen guys like this. Trust us. He's dangerous. Scott: So are we. And he looks smart enough to remember that. We're here to save a life. Not end one. (BOTH CHUCKLE) (SIGHS) Stiles. (KNOCKING) Do you hear that? (KNOCKING ECHOES) (GRUNTING) (PANTING) (DROPS ROD) Stiles: This is him. Malia: The Nogitsune? Recognize them? Stiles: One of them. I have to get this to Scott. (CRACKLING) Oliver: You took Brunski's keys. I took his stun g*n. (CRACKLING) I also got his Haldol. (STILES PANTING) Like I was saying, Stiles, I heard they used to do trepanation here. (WEAKLY) Stiles: Oliver... What are you doing? (PANTING) Oliver: I'm going to let the evil spirits out. (WHIRRING) I borrowed a few pointers from the five point restraint. (GRUNTS) Stiles: Oliver, stop this. (COUGHING) Stiles: Oliver, listen to me. Stop! Oliver! Oliver! Stop! NOGITSUNE: Start with her. Stiles: You did this. You got into his head. Nogitsune: Every Dracula needs a Renfield. Stiles: Just let her go. Nogitsune:,Let me in. (GRUNTS) Nogitsune: Stiles. Do you want her to leave here alive? Do you want us to leave? We can walk out of this place. Stiles: Just let her go please. (SOBBING) (GRUNTS) Let me in. (SCREAMS) NOGITSUNE: Let me in, Stiles! Let me in! (GRUNTS) Stiles: Just let her go please! (WHIRRING) NOGITSUNE: Let me in, Stiles! Let me in! Let me in and I'll let her live. Let me in! Dark Stiles: Oliver. (RESTRAINTS BREAKING) (SIGHS) Malia: Stiles? Deaton: There isn't much here, unfortunately. Scott: Does it say anything? Deaton: My Japanese isn't great. But it appears to say that one method of expelling a Nogitsune is to change the body of the host. Scott: Change the body? Deaton: Which begs the question, how do we change Stiles' body? Scott: By turning him into a werewolf. Morrell: Do you know where you're going? Malia: No, but I know who I'm looking for. Morrell: Scott McCall. Malia: You know him? Morrell: I can tell you where to find him. (MUSIC PLAYING)

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Previously on Teen Wolf... Scott: Why you putting him in here? STILINSKI: I saw an MRI that looked exactly like my wife's. And it terrifies me. Malia: This is him. The Nogitsune? Malia: Recognize them? Stiles: One of them. SCOTT: When he gets in there, he feeds, off chaos, strife, and pain. You know me. NOSHIKO: If the onican't defeat you,I know someone who will. MERRICK; There's an answer, I swear. Come on, just try. What gets broken without being held? HAYES: I don't care. MERRICK: A promise. Get it? HAYES: No, I don't. It's stupid. It's not funny. None of this is funny. (GRUNTING) Merrick: What has teeth but doesn't bite? HAYES: Will you shut up already? MERRICK: Come on. This one's good. What has teeth but doesn't bite? (GRUNTS) A comb. HAYES: These jokes are stupid. MERRICK: They're not jokes, idiot. They're riddles. My girl back home loves them. What has a neck, but no head? HAYES: Your mother. MERRICK: A bottle. What the hell. (g*n) (GROWLING) (GROWLING) (g*n f*ring) (GRUNTING) Nogitsune: What has a neck but no head? (GROWLING) (ROARING) (MUSIC PLAYING) (FLY BUZZING) NOGITSUNE: Coming in on a Saturday. That's dedication. Where's she hiding them? KEN YUKIMURA: II'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. STILES: Her little knives. Daggers. I know what they are. Physical representation of her tails. However the hell that works. KEN YUKIMURA: Maybe you'd like to do some reading on it. I can direct you to the section on Japanese myth in the library. STILES: No. No, I'd like to talk to you. The older the tail, the stronger the oni. Am I right? I know there's one left. I know it's the strongest. KEN YUKIMURA: Unfortunately, I don't know what you're referring to. STILES: You'll talk. (CHOKING) STILES: They always talk. KIRA: This looks just like me. This has to be my grandmother. Scott: You remember I told you about Malia? She's the last one who saw Stiles at Eichen House. This picture and this. They found it with a body buried in a wall. The same backwards five that the oni put on us was on the wall. It sounds like it all goes back to your family. Your grandmother, your mom. (PHONE BUZZING) SCOTT: What is it? KIRA: My dad. NOSHIKO: Kira, did you bring it? KIRA: You going to tell me what it is? Noshiko:,Reishi. KIRA: You're not seriously giving Dad magic mushrooms? (MR. YUKIMURA COUGHING) Noshiko: Are you okay? SCOTT: Stiles did this? Noshiko: He wanted the last kaiken. I've kept this near me ever since your friend disappeared. KIRA: Mom, you need to talk to us, about everything. Noshiko: Where did you get this? Kira: Is it Grandma? Noshiko: No. It's me. Merrick: Hayes, a little help here. Hayes! Merrick, what did you say the count was? MERRICK: Five. Five crates apples. There's only three left here. Okay, four crates apples. Hayes, come on! Scott: If that's you, then you'd have to be like 90 years old. Noshiko: Closer to 900 . Kira: Okay, sure. Why not? Dad, how old are you? Ken Yukimura: 43 . But I've been told I look mid- 30 s. Noshiko: The blade was shattered the last time it was used. Kira: When was that? Noshiko: 1943 . Against a nogitsune. Scott: All this, it's all happened before, hasn't it? Noshiko: Yes. Ken Yukimura: Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. Scott: Where did it come from? Noshiko: It was an internment camp during World w*r II. In Oak Creek. Not too far from here. Scott: Hold on. You told Allison and Isaac that there was no internment camp at Oak Creek. Ken Yukimura: Allison's family has a certain history of v*olence. I didn't know if she could be trusted. There was a camp, yes. But all the records were erased. Noshiko: They covered it up. Ken Yukimura: When I was a grad student, my passion project, actually more like an obsession, was trying to dig up the truth on Oak Creek. It's how I met your mother, Kira. Kira: So, where did the nogitsune come from? Noshiko: Isn't it obvious yet? It came from me. Rhinko: Guys, keep your voices down. There's plenty for everyone. But if the MPs hear, no one gets anything. YOUNG NOSHIKO: Michio. Rhinko: A baseball, Noshiko? Did you manage to steal any firecrackers? A machine g*n maybe? (SIGHS) Young Noshiko: I can feel your glare on the back of my head, Satomi. Satomi: : You take too frequently. And you take too much. Young Noshiko: Should I give some back? I know you get migraines at least once a month. Satomi: I prefer to suffer. I know what you think of me, Noshiko. You think I am weak because I follow the rules. You think rules are for the obedience of fools and cowards. The young fox always knows the rules so she can break them. The older, wiser animal learns the exceptions to the rules. Rhinko: Listen, you two, all we have to do is stay quiet. (GLASS SHATTERING) Michio, get back. MAN: What the hell was that? Rhinko: The MPs are coming. Somebody lose something? Merrick: There were supplies stolen off the truck last night. Anybody here got any ideas what happened? Rhys: Merrick. Merrick: Just doing my patriotic duty, Corporal. RHYS: I want that window fixed. There'll be an inspection in the morning. We better not find anything that shouldn't be here. We're not gonna look now? Inspection in the morning, Private. This is a relocation center. Not a prison. Merrick : (CHUCKLES) You can call it a summer camp if it makes you feel better. Sir. (DOOR CLOSING) (SPEAKING JAPANESE) Satomi: Or as the Americans say, you reap what you sow. Noshiko: Kira, I need your help on this. There isn't much time. And this is something that needs to be done in the daylight. Kira: Not until you tell us everything. Tell them, Noshiko. Tell them what they need to know. Noshiko: Wolves and foxes tend not to get along. Not just in fables and stories. MR. YUKIMURA: But allies, however unlikely, should be welcomed. Especially in times of w*r. Deputy Jordan Parish: Sorry, but I can't let you walk out with this. It's way above the legal voltage limit. Chris: I only use it for hunting. Jordan Parish: Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure you could use it to jump-start a 747 . Chris: This property belongs to me and the charges were dropped. Although, I'm not exactly sure who's responsible for that. Stillinski: I am. I'll take care of this, Parrish. Jordan: Sheriff, I'm not kidding. This thing's a few watts from being a lightsaber. Stillinski: I said I'll take care of it. The specialist I saw in LA told me the thing that every doctor says when he's trying to avoid a lawsuit. "We can't say for sure." And then I spoke with Melissa. These are brain scans. My wife's and Stiles'. I knew they were similar. But those are the same. Exactly the same. DEREK: And I'm guessing this isn't possible? Stillinski: Not even remotely. Chris: So the trickster is still playing tricks. Derek: But why this trick? Stillinski: When I was in the Army, an officer told me, "If you want to defeat your enemy, "you don't take away their courage. "You take away their hope." Chris: You don't look like a man who gives up hope easily. Stillinski: But Stiles might. If this thing inside him, if it's using his mother's disease as some sort of psychological trick, then this isn't just a fight for his body. It's also a fight for his mind. Right? Chris: You know, he's left people severely injured. DERICK: And others severely d*ad. Stillinski: That's why I need the two of you. I need people who are experienced in this kind of thing. I need you to help me stop him. Chris: And by stop him, you mean trap him. Young Noshiko: Why do I like you when you're acting tough? Rhys: Maybe because you want me to be a fighter. Young Noshiko: No, I like my handsome medic. Don't like him too much. Your handsome medic is getting worried. I think you need to ease up on all the stuff you're taking off the truck, Noshiko. Especially medical supplies. People are starting to notice. Young Noshiko: So what if they notice? ( RHYS IS SPEAKING JAPANESE) Noshiko: You're quoting Japanese proverbs to me? Rhys: The stake that sticks out gets hammered down. It's a good proverb. You know they're gonna come in and just confiscate everything, right? They'll punish everyone and get them to turn you in. That's how they do it in the Army. Young Noshiko: Okay, I get it. And if missing a few bottles of aspirin is that bad, I'll bring them back. Rhys: Let me help. I can get stuff too. I can be pretty sly myself. Young Noshiko: Oh, my God. Is that chocolate? Rhys: I thought you liked it when I'm tough. Young Noshiko: I like chocolate more. Kira: Okay, stop. Just stop. We don't want to hear your Casablanca story. We wanna know how to save Stiles. Noshiko: I'm trying to tell you. Scott: You're trying to stall. Ken Yukimura: When the sun goes down, the oni are gonna come after him again, aren't they? Your friend's gone, Scott. Scott: I don't think you know that for sure. You brought the oni. Can you call them off? Noshiko: It's not his fault. Stiles may be your best friend. He might be like a brother to you. But he is nogitsune now. He is void. Scott: Can you call them off? Noshiko: When you hear the rest of the story, you won't want me to. (SCREAMING) Allison: This is everything non-lethal I could find. Chris: Take all of it. Stillinski: What's the plan here? Chris: Our best sh*t right now is for Derek to try to pick up Stiles' scent at Eichen House. Especially if he went through something stressful there. Sheriff Stillinski: Should all four of us be going to the same place? Chris: Where else has Stiles been showing up? Allison: School, the hospital. Derek: Okay, hold on. We did this already. He disappeared. We started looking for him. Then walked right into a trap at the hospital. Chris: He's getting us to repeat the same moves. Allison: So, what do we do? Wait for him to come to us? Derek: We can't. Not if the oni find him when the sun goes down. Stillinski: Scott's working on them right now, with Kira. CHRIS: That's the problem. We're all trying to outfox the fox. Stillinski: Listen. I'll understand if anyone wants to back out. DERICK: It wouldn't be the first wolf to run from a fox. Chris: Apparently I'm carrying the lightsaber. Allison: Dad, you and Derek h*t Eichen House. Sheriff, it's you and me in the hospital. We all meet in the school. DERICK: Making sure you have a few lethal options just in case? Chris: I like to prepare for the worst. Noshiko: Rhys and I found ways to see each other. Sometimes at the barracks. Sometimes in the bunkers where they parked military vehicles. He was being transferred to North Africa in a few weeks. I was teaching him some French. (ATTEMPTING TO SPEAK FRENCH) Young Noshiko: Foudre. It's an "ah" sound. Rhys: Coup de foudre. Young Noshiko: Not bad. It's an idiom. But the literal translation is "bolt of lightning." Embrasse-moi. Young Noshiko: I don't remember teaching you that. Rhys: That one's self-taught. I figured it might come in handy. So, embrasse-moi. Kiss me. (GATE RATTLING) NOSHIKO: We watched Merrick and Hayes talking with the camp doctor. They were whispering, talking quickly. MR. YUKIMURA: Noshiko. Kira: Mom, what are you doing? How did you do that? Noshiko: It's one of our talents. Something you'll learn, Kira. You should've noticed by now that you never get sick. Ever. You'll never experience something as simple as a common cold. Something as bad as the flu. Or something like... Doctor: Pneumonia. Same as the others. (RINKO COUGHING) Young Noshiko: Rinko... Rinks: I'm okay. It's not that bad. (INAUDIBLE) Rhys: Everyone's coming down with pneumonia. And we are all out of M & B. Young Noshiko: M & B? Rhys: May and Baker Pharmaceuticals. It's sulfadiazine. Young Noshiko: I saw those boxes. Rhys: What do you mean boxes? We only got one. Young Noshiko: There were three. I know I took a bunch of stuff off that truck, but I didn't take any M & B. Noshiko: Rhys checked his log. But we already knew what was happening. Dr. Liston was using Merrick and Hayes to sell medicine on the black market. Michio’s father: Michio? Michio? Michio! (SHOUTING IN JAPANESE) (SOBBING) Rinks: Listen. Listen! All we have to do is go to the administration and issue a formal complaint. Michio’s father: You want to talk to them? Let's talk to them. Let's tell them how one of their doctors has been stealing medication and selling it on the black market. Rinko: They'll listen. They have to. Michio’s father: I'm sure they will. They'll nod their heads with their condescending smiles. They'll say, "A new shipment is on its way. "Any day now." While today... Today, my son is d*ad. Rinko: I know how you feel... (COUGHING) Michio’s father: No, Rinko. I know how you feel. You feel sick. I'm going to bury you next to Michio. Satomi: You want to know what I think? You won't even get a condescending smile. They won't listen to us. Why should they? I have a way to make them listen. Noshiko: I had realized the mistake I had made by speaking too soon. I wasn't helping anyone. I was inciting a riot. (INDISTINCT CHATTERING) Rhys: Stop! Stop! Put your g*n away. Put 'em away! We want the doctor! (MOB SHOUTING) Dr Liston: Those people, if they manage to drag me out of this car, do you know what's going to happen? They are going to put a noose around my neck! And maybe they'll be polite enough to ask me if I have any last words. You know what those last words are gonna be? "I had help." Merrick: So maybe we throw you out there now and provide a little distraction, huh? Dr Liston: They've got a few pipes, some rocks and sticks. You've got g*n. Now, get out there and sh**t something. Do it! Noshiko: I yelled for them to stop. But so many people were sick. And so many were dying. I'd never seen anger like that. It was a living,breathing thing. (MOB SHOUTING) Merrick: Get back! Back! Get back! Get back! (MOB SCREAMING) NOSHIKO: Now I knew why Satomi was always trying to keep quiet. Why she got migraines once a month,and why she was alwaysat the game of Go. It kept her calm. Scott: She was bitten. Noshiko: Bitten werewolves have a harder time suppressing their anger. One unexpected flare-up and they could lose all control. (GROWLING) (ROARING) (GLASS SHATTERING) (SCREAMING) (SCREAMING) (SIGHING) Stillinski: You know what, I don't know how you guys do it. You're all so strong. You're fearless. Hell, you even manage to keep your grades up. Allison: I am failing Econ. Stillinski ; ( SIGHS) Is that Coach's class? Well, I'll have a talk with him. (EXHALING DEEPLY) Stillinski: Hey. You okay? ALLISON: I'm not... Fearless. I'm terrified. (WEEPING) I'm always terrified. I... I act like I know what I'm doing, but I don't. I don't know if Isaac is dying right now. I don't know if I made a mistake with Scott. I don't know what my dad is thinking. I don't know if we should trust Derek. I don't know... I don't know anything. (SNIFFLING) Stillinski: You know what's funny? You sound just like a cop. ( ALLISON IS CHUCKLING AND SNIFFLING) Stillinski: Hey. You're gonna be okay. Okay. (PHONE BUZZING) ALLISON: What's that? (CELL PHONE BEEPS) Stillinski: Someone's breaking into my house. After Stiles started sleepwalking, I had some security precautions put in. Motion sensors. Cameras. Allison: Is that his room? (g*n f*ring) (PEOPLE SCREAMING) NOSHIKO: The g*n nearly k*lled me. I don't know how many b*ll*ts made their way into my body, but I fought every one of them. It left my body so weak,my heartbeat so slow it appeared as though I was d*ad. But even then I was still better off than Rhys. (SCREAMING) His screams could be heard throughout Eichen House, echoing through every room, every hallway. He died in agony, The doctor, it seems had also sold the morphine. Merrick and Hayes were given the task of getting rid of all the bodies, both American andJapanese-American. They were transferring Dr. Liston out as well stationing him somewhere else They were covering it up.The doctor, Merrick, Hayes, and all of the others. They were gonna get away with m*rder. By chance, I guess, Rhys' body had been put next to mine. I wanted the soldiers and the administration of the camp to be punished for their crime. But I knew the clock was ticking. I was going to lose my chance. They were going to burn me with the others. I couldn't fight back with my body weakened and still healing. I could barely move. I was going to die. With time slipping through my fingers,I knew I was makinga terrible decision. But I could not die knowingthey would get away.So I called out to our ancestors for kitsune-tsuki. Possession by a fox spirit.For a powerful nogitsune, one that feeds off chaos, strife and pain, to take control of my weakened body, imbue it with power and use it as a w*apon. But calling on a trickster spirit is a dangerous thing. They can have a very dark sense of humor. Because while the nogitsune did come to possess someone, it wasn't me. Merrick: What the hell. (g*n) Scott: What happened? Noshiko: My body was beginning to heal. And I managed to pull myself up from the ground. But it was too late. Young Noshiko: Rhys! Rhys, stop! Rhys! Rhys! Scott: What did it do? Noshiko: It brought chaos, strife and more pain than you can imagine. (COUGHING) (SCREAMING) NOSHIKO: I had to find him.I had to stop him. Kira, hurry. Night is coming. (SCREAMING) (ROARING) (GRUNTING) (SCREAMING) (SNORTING) (SCREAMING) (FLY BUZZING) Nogitsune: Coup de fodre Noshiko: The literal translation is "a bolt of lightning." In French, it can also mean "love at first sight." But a bolt of lightning happens to be exactly what we need right now. Kira: For what? Noshiko:,Excising the nogitsune from Rhys' body shattered the katana. But you can put it back together. Kira: Why don't you just do it yourself? Noshiko: Because I'm not a thunder kitsune. Do you trust me? Kira: I just found out you're 900 years old. I don't think I'm ever gonna trust you again. Noshiko: Trust me on this. (CLATTERING) Chris: What is all this? What are these sticky notes for? Stillinski: This is what Stiles used to try and explain to me about all of you. Allison: Cool, maybe it's a message from Stiles. The real Stiles. DEREK: You think there's any reason my name's on the king? STILINSKI: Well, you're heavily guarded. Though I guess the alarming detail is that you're one move from being in checkmate. CHRIS: It's not a message from Stiles. It's a thr*at from the nogitsune. Allison: He's at the loft. That's what he's trying to tell us. Chris: And he wants us to come there. Derek: Night's falling. Chris: This couldn't sound any more like a trap. Stillinski: I don't think it is. Chris: I think your opinion might be slightly biased, Sheriff. Stillinski: Hear me out. What we're dealing with here is basically someone who lacks motive. No rhyme, no reason, right? Chris: Meaning what? Stillinski: Our enemy is not a k*ller. It's a trickster. The k*lling is just a by-product. Derek: If you're trying to say it won't k*ll us, I'm not feeling too confident about that. Stillinski: It won't. It wants irony. It wants to play a trick. It wants a joke. All we need to do is come up with a new punch line. Chris: The sun is setting, Sheriff. What do you have in mind? (KIRA GASPING) Noshiko: Go ahead. It's yours now. Kira: What if I don't want it? Noshiko: You need it. You see? It gives you balance. My power is yours now, Kira. If the oni can't stop Stiles, you have to. The same as I did. And maybe seek out a wolf to help you. Scott: You didn't tell us anything. Noshiko: You want to save Stiles? k*ll him. That's the only way. Scott: You agree with this? Ken Yukimura: Sometimes, history does repeat itself, Scott. Scott: Only if you don't learn. Ken Yukimura: But sometimes even then, fate conspires against you. (PHONE BUZZING) Scott: There's a way to save him. There has to be. Noshiko : Kira. ( SHEATHES SWORD) (DOGS BARKING) (FLY BUZZING) Noshiko: I'll take it somewhere safe. Ken Yukimura: if That's not what I'm worried about. History has not done well with making children into K*llers. Noshiko: These children played their part in it long before we came back to Beacon Hills. (PANTING) NOSHIKO: I buried the jar deep within the roots of the Nemeton.It was their sacrifice thatbrought its power back. (GASPING) They let the demonout of its cage. STILES: Hi, Dad.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "03x21 - The Fox and The Wolf"}

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Previously on Teen Wolf... LYDIA: I almost bled outon a lacrosse field. ALLISON: Is he in pain? I thought he'd be healing by now. DEATON: You'll be giving powerback to the nemeton. NOSHIKO: The nogitsune feeds off chaos, strife, and pain. STILINSKI: I need you tohelp me stop him. NOSHIKO: He is nogitsune now. STILES: You want to handcuff me? STILINSKI: If my son is still here, if there's still a part of him standing here in front of me, then he'll put these on willingly and he'll come with me, because he knows I'm here to protect him from himself and from others. You're not my son. (GROWLS) (GROANS) (COUGHS) (g*n COCKING) Argent, listen to me. Don't do this. CHRIS: Why not? I've done it before. Werewolves, berserkers. I can easily add a nogitsune to the list. STILINSKI: You're not going to sh**t my son. ARGENT: You said it yourself, Sheriff. That's not your son. STILLINSKI: Put it down. Put it down. STILES: Dad, he's going to sh**t me. He's going to k*ll me, Dad. ARGENT: Don't listen. STILLINSKI: Put it down. STILES: Now! Do it! STILLINSKI: Put it down! STILES: Pull the trigger. Come on. STILINSKI: Listen to me, you put the g*n down now! STILES: sh**t me. Stillinski: Put the g*n down now! ALISON: Dad. STILES: sh**t me! STILLINSKI: Put the g*n down! STILES: sh**t ME! STILLINSKI: Argent, you put it down! ALLISON: Strife. STILLINSKI: Put it down! Put it down! ALLISON: : Stop, stop it! This is what he wants. This is exactly what he wants. STILES: Not exactly. I was kind of hoping Scott would be here. But I'm glad you all have your g*n out. Because you're not here to k*ll me. You're here to protect me. (SWORDS UNSHEATHE) (g*n CLICKING) (g*n f*ring) (MUSIC PLAYING) (g*n f*ring) (PANTING) SCOTT: : What happened? ALLISON: They disappeared. They literally just vanished. STILLINSKI: And so did Stiles. DARK STILES: Why that kanji? Why "self"? Noshiko: To signify that he died as himself. Because Rhys wasn't a monster. Not like you. STILES: If I'm such a monster, why'd you call off the oni? What happened to the woman who called out for chaos, strife and pain to descend upon everyone and everything? What happened? Noshiko: I don't want that anymore. STILES: I do. Did you bring this here thinking you could hide it from me? (GRUNTS) Bad idea. (GASPING) (GRUNTS) (SQUELCHING) Noshiko: What have you done? (BREATHING HEAVILY) STILES: Chaos is come again. (FLIES BUZZING) (FLY BUZZING) KIRA: Thanks for letting me stay. I just didn't want to go home yet. I feel like I don't even know them anymore. SCOTT: I can loan you a T-shirt if you want. KIRA: I'm okay. SCOTT: Take the bed. I'll sleep in the chair. You okay? KIRA; Scott? SCOTT: Hmm? KIRA: I don't want you to sleep in the chair. SCOTT: I've woken up plenty of times in this thing. It's okay. KIRA: Please don't sleep in the chair. We're going to save him. We'll figure it out. (MUSIC PLAYING) (FLY BUZZING) (SIGHING) ALLISON: Dad. ARGENT: Hmm? ALLISON: Were you really gonna pull the trigger on Stiles? ARGENT: To be honest, I'm not sure. ALLISON: I'll check the f*ring pin. ARGENT: You removed it? ALLISON: Hmm. ARGENT: That's why the women are the leaders in our family. Get some sleep, sweetheart. ALLISON: What are you doing here? ISAAC: I thought I'd come see you. ALLISON: You didn't just walk out of the hospital, did you? ISAAC: It's okay. I feel a lot better. All healed. ALLISON: Giving you the alarm code was a bad idea. ISAAC: Maybe. PETER: What are you doing? And more importantly, why aren't you healing? DEREK: It's from one of their swords. It'll heal. PETER; By playing chess? DEREK: Back in his room, Stiles had a board with my name on one of the pieces. If this is a game to him, then I need to figure out the plays. PETER: Not so easy to do when it's a game without rules. DEREK: What does that mean? PETER: You're dealing with the kind of spirit that's lived too long to play by human rules. It's a fox spirit that chose to become human. And supposedly, that's something they can do only after about 100 years. If a kitsune is an annoying pain in the ass, then a nogitsune, which is a dark kitsune, is a freaking disaster. Besides, chess is Stiles's game. It's not the game of a Japanese fox. Do yourself a favor and put something on that. Before it gets infected. (FLY BUZZING) DANNY: I gotta say, you definitely did well out there. You'll definitely make the team next spring. I mean, if you want to. ETHAN: I want to. DANNY: Everything okay? ETHAN: Yeah. I mean... I kind of don't know if this is the place for me. For us. (FLY BUZZING) DANNY; I mean, is this you leaving school again? Is it about your brother? ETHAN: Yeah. It is, actually. It's always about my brother, isn't it? DANNY: You all right? ETHAN: I think I'm just going to take a shower. DANNY: Okay. ETHAN: So are you. DANNY: Okay. AUTOMATED VOICE: Turn right onto Lincoln Road and continue for half a mile. AIDEN: (SIGHS) You at least going to tell me where we're going? LYDIA: I need to check on something. AIDEN: Who is Malia Tate? LYDIA: It's Mah-leah. And you don't need to worry about it. AUTOMATED VOICE: Turn right onto Harmon Street and stay right... AIDEN: Well, I'm actually a little worried we're totally lost. LYDIA: Why do you think that? AIDEN: 'Cause you just made your fourth right. And four rights make a circle. LYDIA: I did not. Did I? It's a brand-new car. The GPS was fine before. AIDEN; Maybe the GPS would work better if it was on. LYDIA: What? AIDEN: Lydia. You okay? LYDIA: I need to stop. I need to pull over right now. AIDEN; Lydia. Lydia. Lydia, stop! (TIRES SCREECH) (FLY BUZZING) ALLISON: There you are. What are you doing over there? ISAAC: There's still a lot of w*apon here. I thought your new code was about protecting. ALLISON: Most of them are non-lethal. ISAAC: Hmm. This looks pretty lethal to me. But maybe you should keep them. There's still a few of us out there who aren't quite so non-lethal. Like the twins. ALLISON: I thought we were going to give them a second chance. ISAAC: They don't deserve it. ALLISON: Things are different now. It doesn't have to be like that anymore. ISAAC: I had a feeling you'd say something like that. ALLISON: Isaac, wait! Isaac! SCOTT: The couch, put him on the couch. MELISSA: Guys, this is crazy. He needs to be in the hospital. SCOTT: Mom, remember what happened last time he went to the hospital? DEATON: It doesn't look like he's bleeding. I think he might even be healing. AIDEN: You mean healing like we heal? That's good, right? DEATON: For him, yes. Us? I'm not so sure. (RINGING) MCCALL: You've got some priorities to attend to, Sheriff. Stillinski: McCall, trust me when I tell you you don't have a clue about my current priorities. You don't show up to this preliminary hearing, you'll be out of a job. MCCALL: Why are you bringing those? STILLINSKI: In case I'm turning them in. (RINGING) AIDEN: Well, if we're not going to k*ll him, why aren't we at least tying him down with really big chains? DEATON: I might have something more effective. (CASE OPENING) (GRUNTING) AIDEN: Get him off me! Get him off me! (GROANS) (GRUNTS) STILES: Kanima venom. Nice touch. (ROARS) STILES: You know how they say that twins get a feeling when the other one's in pain? You didn't lose that talent, too, did you? Oh, I hope not. You're going to need it. Okay, I'll give a little hint. Ethan's at the school. SCOTT: Go. (LAUGHING) STILES: Oh, I hope he gets there in time. I like the twins. Short tempers. Homicidal compulsions. They're a lot more fun than you bakemono trying to save the world every day. MELISSA: Doc, you brought something to paralyze his body. You got anything for his mouth? DEATON: Yes, I do. (TAPE RIPPING) (CHUCKLES) (SHOUTS) (GIGGLING) COMMITTEE CHAIRPERSON: As a reminder, Sheriff, we're just here to talk. We want to review both the successes and the failures. STILLINSKI: Which pile is which? Sorry I asked. SCOTT: How much longer do you think we have? DEATON: I wish I knew. But if we don't figure out something soon, we're going to need to find a better place to keep him. I think we're grossly underestimating the danger here. He might be paralyzed, but it still feels like he's got us right in the palm of his hand. ALLISON: I think he went to the school. I tried to catch up, but he had a head start. ARGENT: I'm on my way. Derek, you all right? DEREK: I need to show you something. Do you know who these belonged to? These claws are all that was left of my mother after your psychotic sister b*rned her and the rest of my family alive. (SNIFFLING) MELISSA: Stiles. STILES: Really, Melissa? I shed one tear? That's all it takes? Come on. You can't crumble that easily. How are you going to hold up when Scott knows the truth? MELISSA: What? STILES: When he finds out why his dad really left? You know he overheard it, right? You had no idea. You called Stilinski right after it happened. You didn't tell Scott, but you told the Sheriff. Hmm. But Stiles heard it like he hears everything. But you want to know why he never told Scott? Because he knew that Scott would never forgive you. He knew how much he would hate you. MELISSA: This isn't you, Stiles. STILES: It is now. (TAPE RIPPING) COMMITTE CHAIRPERSON; Is there anything that you would like to say on your own behalf, Mr. Stilinski? STILLINSKI: As far as I know, it's still Sheriff until you relieve me of this position. And if you do decide to relieve me of said position, then get to deciding. Because this whole hearing crap is a waste of time. MCCALL: I have a few words of my own. STILLINSKI: Fantastic. MCCALL: Let me make this as short and succinct as possible. LYDIA: But the scroll said to change his body. DEATON: That's if I translated it correctly. We're looking for a cure in something that might actually be nothing more than a proverb or a metaphor. SCOTT: And what if he doesn't want it? He's never asked to be a werewolf. LYDIA: What if it saves his life? SCOTT: What if it kills him? I've never done this before. I mean, what if I bite him and accidentally h*t an artery or something? DEATON: The venom is not going to last long. Something needs to be done sooner than later. SCOTT: I can try calling Derek again. LYDIA: Maybe we should call someone else. (DOORBELL RINGS) PETER: He doesn't look like he would survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a werewolf. SCOTT: You don't think it would work? PETER: This is more a w*r of the mind than the body. There are better methods to winning this battle. DEATON: What kind of methods? PETER: We're going to get into his head. DANNY: So, can I tell Coach you're trying out for the team? ETHAN: I'll think about it. DANNY: Sounds like a yes to me. ETHAN: What? AIDEN: Trying out for the team? ETHAN: Why not? AIDEN: You have no idea what's going on right now, do you? ETHAN: Why should I care? Scott's never going to trust us anyway. You see the way he looks at us? Like dogs that bit the neighbor. One more little incident and he's either going to let us go or put us down. AIDEN: I'm starting to think the same thing about you. ETHAN: See? That's what I'm talking about. I'd probably be in his pack by now if it wasn't for my psychotic brother. The one who has to k*ll everything in sight. AIDEN: Careful, Ethan. You're currently the only thing in my sight. (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) ISAAC: I guess this is the part where I say something witty. (BREATHING HEAVILY) I'm not witty. LYDIA: I'll do it. I said I would. But only if you help. And only if Scott doesn't know about it. DEATON: So, do we have a plan? PETER: Scott is going to try and dig through pale and sickly Evil Stiles's mind to unearth pale and sickly Real Stiles. Then guide him back from the depths of his own subconscious. But he's not going to do it alone. SCOTT: What do you mean? PETER: Somebody needs to go in with you. ISAAC: Come on, Coach, you gotta have a lighter. I'm gonna burn it down for Erica, for Boyd. For everyone. I'm gonna burn it. I'm gonna burn it. Nice sword. ALLISON: Isaac. (GROWLS) KIRA: Was that a good idea? ALLISON: Probably not. (ROARS) They're not going to k*ll each other, are they? KIRA: I think they're going to try. SCOTT: So what do we do if we find him? PETER: You're going to have to guide him out somehow. Try to give him back control of his mind, his body. LYDIA: Could you elaborate on the "somehow"? It's not feeling very specific at the moment. PETER: Improvise. SCOTT: What if this is just another trick? PETER: When are you people going to start trusting me? I meant him. Oh. DEATON: Scott, we're running out of time. (BREATHING DEEPLY) (WHIMPERS) (BOTH STRAINING) ARGENT: Derek. Okay, listen. Listen to me. Whatever's gotten into your head, this isn't the way to deal with it. DEREK: You burn my family, I burn yours. In fact, I'll burn the whole building down around you. (MUFFLED SHOUTING) ARGENT; That was Kate. You know I had nothing to do with that. I'm not your enemy, Derek. Not anymore. DEREK: Yeah, you are. You and Allison. Which is why, I'm not gonna light this yet. I'm not. We're going to wait until she gets home. And we're going to let her watch. (STRAINING) (YELLING) STILLINSKI: You just saved my job. MCCALL: Probably. STILLINSKI: Why? MCCALL: Two reasons. One, I don't think Sherlock Holmes could figure out half the bizarre crap happening in this town. I mean, this place is literally the Bermuda Triangle of homicides, disappearances, and strange occurrences. STILLINSKI: I can't argue that. What's number two? MCCALL: Kicking you out of a job is not why I came back here. It was an excuse to stay. STILLINSKI: You stalled the impeachment. MCCALL: That's right. STILLINSKI: Because you want to talk to Scott. MCCALL: That's right. STILLINSKI: You did me a huge favor today. Let me do you a small one. Tell him. The next time you see him, just tell him everything. (EXHALES IN FRUSTRATION) LYDIA: Do you actually need me to remind you that you're a werewolf? SCOTT: We're in Stiles's head. LYDIA: And you're a supernatural creature with supernatural strength. Break free. (STRAINING) (PANTING) SCOTT: What now? LYDIA: I don't know. This is my first time in someone else's head. SCOTT: Just stay behind me. LYDIA: Scott? Scott! (MUSIC PLAYING) Jackson? Are you in here? (SCRATCHING) (GASPS) ALLISON: Shh. SCOTT: I thought I heard something. ALLISON: It's okay. You're with me. Everything's fine. We just have to be quiet. Really quiet. (LOCKER DOORS SLAMMING) (GROWLING) MELISSA: Look at that. Do you see that? She's bleeding. DEATON: I'm not sure that's a good idea. MELISSA: What's happening? What is happening to her? PETER: Lydia, can you hear me? Lydia, you're stronger than this. Okay, you need to concentrate. Lydia. (SHOUTING) Lydia! LYDIA: Concentrate. SCOTT: Why are we in your closet? ALLISON: We're hiding. SCOTT: From who, your dad? ALLISON: Don't worry about it. SCOTT: Doesn't your dad know we're together? ALLISON: Shh. It's okay. Don't worry. SCOTT: Hold on. Allison, we're not together. ALLISON: What? What do you mean? SCOTT: We're not together anymore. This is wrong. This is a trick. It's a trick. (BREATHES HEAVILY) ALLISON: Remember. Try not to k*ll them. KIRA: I was just going to try to stay alive. ALLISON: That works, too. (MUFFLED) SCOTT: Stiles! (MUFFLED) LYDIA: Stiles! Stiles! Stiles, over here! (GROWLS) KIRA: Allison! (GROWLING) DEREK: Why shouldn't I k*ll you? How many of us have you m*rder? You're not my ally. You're not my ally. You're a hunter. ARGENT: You're right. I am a hunter. Trained before I could even speak, and trained others. Do you know what the first lesson we teach is? We take our children, we bind them in a chair just like this. Then we wait for them to get out. Most of them, it takes hours. Others? Seconds. (YELLS) (GROWLING) (ROARS) I don't want to k*ll you, Derek. Don't make me k*ll you. Please. (BOTH PANTING) LYDIA: Stiles is part of your pack. SCOTT: What? What do you mean? LYDIA: He's human. But he's still part of the pack, right? SCOTT: Yeah. Yeah, of course. LYDIA: So how do wolves signal their location to the rest of the pack? SCOTT: They howl. (HOWLING LOUDLY) (ROARS) (GASPS) (GASPS) SCOTT: Did it work? Did it work? LYDIA: What happened? Why didn't it work? PETER: Because it's not science, Lydia. It's supernatural. I did my part. Now give me the name. SCOTT: What name? What are you talking about? PETER: Lydia, a deal is a deal. Even with me. (WHISPERS) LYDIA: Malia. (GRUNTS) (GAGGING) (RETCHES) (GASPS) (LOW GROWLING) (LYDIA SCREAMS) PETER: Hold him. SCOTT: I'm trying. Wait, wait, wait! STILES: Scott? DEATON: Scott. SCOTT: Where are they? Where are they? Lydia! Lydia! Lydia!

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "03x22 - De-Void"}

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Previously on Teen Wolf. Meredith: One of them is standing right behind me. That's Meredith. She's a little weird. KIRA: Where didthe Nogitsune come from? NOSHIKO: It was an internmentcamp during World w*r II. DARKSTILES: What happened to the woman who called out for chaos, strife and pain? Noshiko: I don't want that anymore. DARKSTILES: I do. (FLIES BUZZING) ALLISON: Issac! Try not to k*ll them. KIRA: I was just going to try to stay alive. Stiles: Scott? Scott: Where are they? Lydia! Lydia! Lydia! Deaton: Hold still. Don't fight it. Hold still. (GRUNTING) Almost there. (COUGHING) Isaac, you're next. Isaac: I'm aware. All right? Deaton: Don't fight it. Don't fight. (COUGHING) Allison: Are they okay now? Deaton: I hope so. The part that's worrisome, is that this was most likely just a distraction for what was happening to Stiles. Kira: There's really two of them now? How's that even possible? Allison: But how did the other one just take Lydia? Deaton: We turned around and they were gone. So was her car. Ethan: So no one notices him just kidnapping her right out of the house? Deaton: Most of us were concentrated on the bizarre sight of a creature, materializing from out of the floor. Kira: Hold on. How are you so sure which Stiles is which? Isaac: That's what they're trying to figure out now. Melissa:,Well... Medically, you seem okay. You're definitely a real person. STILES: Okay, so I'm real, but am I really me? Scott: Is she here? Stiles: Yeah. Okay, let's do this. Guys, we have to do this. Noshiko: Do you recognize me, hmm? Kira:,Stop. STILES: It's okay. I'm the one who asked her to come. Kira: You're the one who's going to get s*ab with swords. Mom, don't do this to him. Noshiko: It's already done. (GASPS) (GRUNTING) Look behind his ear. Scott: It worked. STILES: So, I'm actually me? Noshiko: More you than the Nogitsune. Stiles: Can The Oni find him? Noshiko: Tomorrow night. It's too close to dawn now. Stiles: Can they k*ll him? Noshiko; It depends on how strong he is. Scott: What about Lydia? Why would he take her? Noshiko: He would only take her for an advantage. Scott: You mean her power? Noshiko: The power of a Banshee. (VOICES ECHOING) DARKSTILES: Can you hear them? Louder than usual, isn't it? Well, that's because a lot of bad things happened down here. What are the voices telling you? Are they saying that Stiles is dying? He is, you know. He's dying. LYDIA: Then what do you need me for? You think I can tell you something? (STILES LAUGHING) DARKSTILES: Oh, I know you can. LYDIA: I'm not telling you anything! DARKSTILES: You won't have to. You'll be screaming. (MUSIC PLAYING) KIRA: How are they going to find him? And what are we supposed to do until then? Sit around and wait? Noshiko: Sit and learn. KIRA: You want to teach me to play a board game? Now? Noshiko: Scott said he saw Stiles and the Nogitsune playing the game of Go. That's a very important detail. Perhaps, even crucial. Play starts with an empty board. Black is always placed first. Then white. You place stones to create territories. And you capture your opponent's stones by completely surrounding them. KIRA: This is life and death, Mom! It isn't a game. Noshiko: It is to him. And he's winning. You want to save your friends? You want them to survive? Learn to play. (KNOCKS ON DOOR) Parish: Go home, Sheriff. If anything comes up about Stiles, you know I'd call you in a second. Stillinski: I'm not going anywhere. Parish: Well, neither am I since my shift doesn't end until dawn. You need a coffee? Stillinski: Aw, you're a good guy, Parrish. That's what they all said at your previous station. Though no one could tell me exactly why you left. Parish: Maybe I needed a change. I don't really know. I guess...I kind of felt drawn here. And I knew there were openings. Stillinski: Do you know why there were openings? Parish: The statistics don't worry me. Stillinski: They worry me. Parish: Well, then maybe you need to get some sleep. Go home, Sheriff. Stillinski: Ah, If I could just find my keys. STILES: In your coffee cup. You always drop them in your empty cup. Oh! (CHUCKLES) STILES: Hey, Dad. Stillinski; Is it over? Scott: Not yet. DEREK: You had a g*n pointed at my head. You could've pulled the trigger. Why didn't you? Argent: Because you're not my enemy anymore, Derek. And I'm not yours. Derek: The truth is that we should be out there looking for him. Right now. Especially if he can do something like this. Argent: I'm not sure that's actually going to be necessary. Derek: Why not? Argent: Because if he can do something like this... DEREK: He's stronger than ever. Which means he'll be coming for us. STILINSKI: We got an APB out on Lydia's car. Every unit on the road is looking for her. Scott: Isn't there anything else that we could do? Stillinski: At this hour? No, not really. STILES: He took her for a reason, Dad. Look, If we can figure out the why, then we'll figure out the where. Stillinski: Okay. What would a Nogitsune need with a Banshee? STILES: I don't know, Lydia's pretty good at finding d*ad bodies. Maybe he needs to find a body? Stillinski; Scott, you know more about this than all of us. Scott: Me? Stillinski: You said you got the whole story from Noshiko? Scott: Yeah, but that happened during World w*r II. Like 70 years ago. STILES: Wait. What did you say? Scott; Noshiko told me about the internment camp... STILES: No, before that. You said, the whole story. Scott: Yeah. What is it? MEREDITH: I should tell them. They're going to want to know the story. The whole story. STILES: There's a girl at Eichen House. Her name's Meredith. I think she might be able to help. PARRISH: Sheriff, Meredith Walker. Stillinski: She's still there? Parish; Yeah, but they moved her to the Closed Unit. Stillinski: Why? Parish: They said behavioral issues. Scott: What issues? Parish: She wouldn't stop screaming. Stillinski; Sounds pretty quiet now. Brunski: We had to send a guy down to sedate her. Trust me, this little nutjob would not stop screaming. But five mils of Haldol take her out like you wouldn't believe. (LAUGHING) What the hell? She got his keys. Ethan: Anything? Aiden: No scent. No tracks. Nothing. (CLICKING) Aiden: Did you hear that? It sounds like... Ethan: A round being chambered. (g*n) (GRUNTING) (PANTING) Ethan: Wolfsbane. Aiden. (g*n) Allison: That's it. That's Lydia's car. Isaac: The scent's strong of emotion. Allison: Fear? Isaac: Anger. ALLISON: Sounds like Lydia. Let's see what else we can find. Ah, just... Just out of curiosity, do you remember the other night? ISAAC: You mean the night before last night? ALLISON: That night before you weren't you. ISAAC: Yeah. I remember. ALLISON: So that night, were you you, or were you not you? ISAAC: You mean, the night when we were us? ALLISON: Yeah. I just wanna know if... If it was actually you with me. ISAAC: Did you want it to be someone else? ALLISON: No. No. (CHUCKLES) No, of course not. ISAAC: Good. Because it was me. And I do remember it. I really remember it. (EXHALES) (BELL RINGING) COACH: Ten thousand dollars? They pulled an arrow out of my stomach. What did they do? Fill it up with diamonds? All right, fine. What... Okay. Just send me the bill. Fine! Okay, listen up kids. Today we're... You know what? Today we're going to discuss the corrupt institution of health care. Danny: Um, Coach. We have an unexpected guest. (GASPS) SCOTT: Hey! You okay? STILES: What happened? How long was I out? SCOTT: Just a couple of hours. You should sit down. STILES: Where's my Dad? SCOTT: He's at Eichen House, questioning everyone. Looking for Meredith. I promised him I wouldn't let you out of my sight. STILES: Okay, what about the others? SCOTT: Allison, Isaac, the Twins, they're all looking for Lydia. STILES: It's starting to feel like we're waiting for a ransom call. SCOTT: We'll find her. You all right? STILES: Yeah. I don't know why, I just can't seem to get warm. SCOTT: Maybe you should sit down. Take it easy. You're in pain. STILES: It's not that bad. Just more like a dull ache. SCOTT: Where? STILES: Sort of everywhere. SCOTT: Dude, you're freezing. Tell me the truth. How much does it really hurt? (PHONE VIBRATING) SCOTT: It's Kira. Hey, what's up. KIRA: She's here. In Coach's class. And you need to get here now too. Like, right now. COACH: Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Do you want to tell me which insane asylum you escaped from? Danny: Coach, insane asylum isn't proper terminology anymore. COACH: Okay. Sweetheart. What... What nuthouse did you escape from? Meredith: Eichen House. COACH: Wanna tell me what you're doing so far from there? Meredith: Trying to help. I can hear them. They scream. COACH: That's got to be terrifying. What, uh... Why do they scream? Meredith: They scream when someone's about to die. COACH: Are they screaming right now? How many of them? Meredith: All of them. (GRUNTING) Derek: Run! (g*n) KIRA: Coach. You can't let them take her back. It's hard to explain, but if you let her go back then really, really bad things are going to happen to Lydia, to Scott and Stiles and maybe everyone, including you. So please, please don't let them take her. COACH: Who are you? KIRA: Um... I'm Kira. I'm new. COACH: Oh, hell. Brunski: Finstock. Coach Bobby Finstock. This is a delightful surprise. Hmm. What is that saying? Those who can't do, teach? COACH: Yeah, that's funny. Brunski: Is it Professor Finstock when you're off the field? I'm glad to see you made it pro something, Bobby. COACH: It's Coach. Coach... You know... Professors teach college. Brunski: Oh, well, you let me know when you make higher education. Now, Coach, where's Meredith? COACH: She's fine. She's just sitting in my office. Brunski: Find her! (MUSIC PLAYING) Argent: I had a feeling, you might be down here. Alison: I needed to do something. I hate waiting. Feeling useless. Argent; Where's Isaac? Alison: He's trying to help Scott. Argent: Trying to be useful? Leave it for now, huh? I have something else you can do. Something we should've done a while ago. It's time for you to graduate. (PANTING) LYDIA: They'll find me. My friends are going to find me. (GROANS) DARKSTILES: You think so? I myself, was kind of wondering what they're doing right now. What useless leadthey're chasing. I wonder if maybe some of themhave bigger problemsto deal with right now.Are they really spending every minute looking for you? Or... Are they waiting for nightfall? Focused on some hopelessgesture to pass the time. LYDIA: What do you want? DARKSTILES: More. LYDIA: More what? DARKSTILES: The Trickster stories are all about food, Lydia. The Coyote, the Raven, the Fox. They're all hungry. I'm the same. I just crave something a little different. I eat what you feel. (WHIMPERING) DARKSTILES: And I am insatiable. (VOICES ECHOING) Meredith; I can hear you. But I can't understand. Just a little louder, please. (ELECTRIC CRACKLE) Brunski: Let's go, sweetheart. As you know, I'm not averse to using the tools of my trade. As often as necessary. Meredith: I just... I need another second, okay? They're trying to tell me something. Brunski: Meredith. Meredith: Please. They're trying to tell me something. COACH: This school has a very strict no bullying policy. (GRUNTING) COACH: Well? Get her outta here. Brunski: You little piece of... (SCREAMING) COACH: We also frown on cursing. Kira: I'll call you. STILES: Okay. Where's Lydia? Meredith: Who's Lydia? ARGENT: Remember, you can start over. I was a bit of a perfectionist about it, myself. I always wanted the seal to look just right. ALLISON: How many did you make? ARGENT: Six. But I used them all. Only at close range, though. Despite some other legends, silver's not really as accurate as lead. ALLISON: Dad, wait. I think I should use my own mold. ARGENT: You have a b*llet mold? ALLISON: No, not a b*llet. An arrowhead. The bow is my w*apon. So, I should make a silver arrowhead. Dad... If something happens... ARGENT: Hey, hey. You don't need to worry about me. ALLISON: Well, yeah. I didn't get to say anything to Mom. ARGENT: You didn't need to say anything. And I'm going to be around a long time. I promise. ALLISON: Well, then take it as a reminder. Maybe you don't need to hear it, but I need to know that I said it. I love you. I'm proud of you. I'm proud of us. (CHUCKLES) Scott: What are you doing here? Agent McCall: I could ask you the same thing. Stiles: Free period. We're doing group study. Agent McCall: Who's she? Stiles: She's my girlfriend. Meredith: You're not my type. Stiles: Well, obviously we have a lot to talk about. We should maybe take this upstairs. Meredith: He's my type. Okay. Isaac, you can come too. Uh... SCOTT: Hey, Dad, I'll explain all of this later. Agent McCall: I don't care that you're not in school. I know your grades are fine. All I want to do is talk. SCOTT: Now's really not a good time. Scott. We need to talk. Meredith; Lydia? You mean the red-haired girl. STILES: Yes! Yes! Good. Progress. Now, all you got to do is tell us where she is. MEREDITH: Okay. Okay. If she tells me. Isaac: If she tells you? Can you ask her? Meredith: I already did. Stiles: Perfect. Perfect. What did she say? Meredith: She said she doesn't want to be found. Stiles: That's good too. Okay. SCOTT: Dad, can't we do this tomorrow? Agent McCall: That's actually something I've been saying for a long time. Come here. You see this? This indent in the floor... That was from your head. The night before I moved out your mother and I were fighting. You came out of your room. I grabbed you by the wrist. You pulled back. And you fell. We watched you tumble down those stairs. You were out for probably 20 seconds. When you came to, you didn't remember a thing. Your mom told me to be out by the morning. That was the last time I ever had a drink. And that's why I left. (COUGHING) Where are we? DEREK: It's a coyote den. Stay quiet. Did you see the sh**t? You know who it is? DEREK: No, I was a little busy. Who else did you two piss off? Ethan: We pissed off everyone. It was only a matter of time before someone caught up to us. DEREK: Well, the b*ll*ts had Wolfsbane in them. So, if I don't get you two out of here soon, the poison is going to spread. Stay quiet. I'll be back. Isaac: I'm just saying. STILES: Isaac, we're not going to t*rture her. ISAAC: I meant scare her. STILES: We're not going to psychologically t*rture her either. ISAAC: Fine. Isaac; How about this? You said she hears things, right? Stiles: Yeah. Isaac: Doesn't that mean she's like Lydia? A Banshee? SCOTT: Okay, Dad. Let me show you something. See the edge of this window sill. When I got my first skateboard I slid right into it. Broke my collarbone. This used to be glass. Until I fell on top of it trying to catch a lacrosse ball from Stiles.I got three stitches in my cheek. This house is full of accidents. The stairs? Maybe it was an accident. Maybe it was worse. But I healed. I don't need your apology. So... See you at graduation. Or whenever you decide to show up again. STILES: Okay, just try to focus on the sounds around you. ISAAC: On what you're hearing. STILES: Just focus on the silence. ISAAC: Listen to the silence. STILES: Focusing on the silence. ISAAC: Listening to the... STILES: Okay, will you just let me handle this, Isaac. Please? I just... I have more experience with Banshees. ISAAC: Yeah. And mental patients. Meredith: Isn't anyone going to get that? Stiles: Get what? Meredith: The phone. Stiles: What phone? Isaac: The phone. STILES: Oh, the phone. My phone? Yes. Hello. Yes, she's actually sitting right here. It's for you. Meredith: They say Coup de foudre. (SPEAKING FRENCH) STILES: Coup de what? What is that Spanish? SCOTT: French. It's French. Mr Yukimura: I don't know where she is. But I do know she's trying to keep you out of this for as long as possible. Kira: Well, she should've thought of that before she had me magically rebuild a samurai sword. Mr Yukimura: I know a lot of this is going to be very strange for you. You're going to need to learn a lot very quickly, Kira. Kira: Yeah. Like board games? Mr Yukimura: In Korea we call it Baduk. There are different styles of play. Aggressive. Passive. Orthodox. Kira: Can you tell who's who? Mr Yukimura: I know you're black. The novice player always goes first. KIRA: The white's the Nogitsune. Mr Yukimura: But these stones are placed in your mother's style. Aggressive. Kira: Yeah, but she put them down to represent the Nogitsune. Mr Yukimura: Are you sure about that? Allison; What am I missing? (PHONE VIBRATING) Scott? SCOTT: We know where Lydia is. (GRUNTING) Derek: I found these on the ground. ARGENT: This wasn't Araya, was it? Derek: I don't think so. They don't look like her shells. Argent: That's not possible. (PHONE VIBRATING) Allison? Allison:They found her. Scott found her, Dad. They found Lydia. I'm on my way. Argent: Allison, hold on. You have to wait. ALLISON:I can't, Dad. ARGENT: Allison, wait for me... ALLISON:There's no time. It's all ready night. There's no time, Dad. ARGENT: Wait, Allison, wait! Stiles: Hey, you okay? Scott: Yeah. Yeah. You don't have to worry about me. ISAAC: All right, I'll say it. You look like you're dying. You're pale, thin and you look like you're getting worse.And we're all sitting here thinking it. When we find the other you, is he gonna look like he's getting better? Scott: What happens if he gets hurt? STILES: You mean if he dies, do I die? I don't care. Just so long as no else dies because of me. I remember everything I did, Scott. I remember pushing that sword into you. I remember twisting it. SCOTT: It wasn't you. STILES: Yeah, but I remember it. You guys gotta promise me. You can't let anyone else get hurt because of me. LYDIA: You're nervous, aren't you? You know they're coming. You know they're going to k*ll you. DARKSTILES: Well, that's exactly why I'm keeping you so close. SCOTT: We've done this before, guys. A couple of weeks ago we were standing around just like this and we saved Malia, remember? That was a total stranger. This is Lydia. ALLISON: I'm here to save my best friend. SCOTT: I came to save mine. ISAAC: I just didn't feel like doing any homework. Noshiko: Kira, turn around and go home. Take your friends with you. KIRA: I can't. When I looked at the game I realized who I was actually playing. You. Scott: She's here. This way. Allison: Call them off. Noshiko: You think you could take him alive? You think you can save him? Allison: What if we can? Noshiko: I tried something like it 70 years ago. Your friend is gone. Kira: Are you sure? Or if Stiles doesn't have to die. Maybe Rhys didn't have to die either? Noshiko: I see I'm no longer the Fox now, Kira. You are. But the Nogitsune is still my demon to bury. (PANTING) LYDIA: They're here. And I don't need to scream to know that they're going to k*ll you. DARKSTILES: Good. Because that's exactly why I brought you. I needed to know when they'd be close enough. When my own death was closing in. (SCREECHING) DARKSTILES: 'Cause only when they're close, can I do this... KIRA: Mom? Isaac: What is that? What does that mean? DARKSTILES: It means there's been a change in ownership. Now they belong to me. (SHOUTING) (GROWLING) Scott: Lydia? Are you all right? LYDIA: No. No, no, no. Why are you here? Stiles: Lydia, we're here for you. LYDIA: You weren't supposed to be here. You didn't get my message? Scott: Lydia, what's happening? LYDIA: Who else is here? Who came with you? Who else is here? Isaac: How do we stop them? Noshiko: You can't! STILES: Lydia... Lydia, I can't... I can't... Lydia: Allison! SCOTT: Allison. ALLISON: Did you find her?Is she okay? Is Lydia safe? SCOTT: She's okay. Yeah. I can't. I can't take your pain. ALLISON: It's because it doesn't hurt. SCOTT: No. ALLISON: It's okay. SCOTT: Allison. (SOBBING) Allison: It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's perfect. I'm in the arms of my first love. The first person I ever loved. The person I'll always love. I love you. Scott. Scott McCall. SCOTT: Don't, please, don't. Allison don't, please. ALLISON: You have to tell my dad. And you have to tell my dad. Tell him. (STUTTERING) Scott: No! (SOBBING) (SOBBING) (RIP ALLISON)

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The Divine Move Previously on Teen Wolf... DEATON: You essentially openeda door in your minds. (GROWLING) NOSHIKO:He is nogitsune now.He is void. DEATON: Scott is going to tryand guide him backfrom the depths ofown his subconscious (GROWLING) (CHOKING) (MOANING) MELISSA: How can there betwo of him? NOSHIKO: There isn't. There's a demon wearing his face. DarkStiles: There's been a change in ownership. Now they belong to me. Scott; Allison. (MAN ON POLICE RADIO) CHRIS: (DISTORTED) Scott, look at me. Look at me. Scott, look at me. You have to remember. You called me first, okay? Say it. You called me first. (BREATHING HEAVILY) I... Scott: I called you... Argent: Not you. Say Mr. Argent or her dad. Scott: I called her dad first. Argent: What else? What happened? Scott: There were two of them. Argent:,Mmm-hmm. (SCOTT PANTING) Scott: They tried to steal our car. (STUTTERING) They wore masks. One of them had a Kn*fe. Argent: You think. Don't get specific, Scott. You saw something sharp and metallic. You think it was a Kn*fe. What do you say next? If you get confused, what do you always repeat? (PANTING)Scott: It happened so fast. Argent: That's right. Say it again. Scott! Say it again. Scott: How are you doing this? Argent: It's what we do. It's what we do. PARRISH: Can youremember anything else? Anything else? Isaac? (WHISPERING) Isaac: I'm sorry. It just happened so fast. (EXHALES) Noshiko: Here, it'll calm you. Stiles: What is it? Noshiko: Tea. Stiles: What? Like magic tea? Noshiko: No, chamomile tea. Drink it. Mr Yukimura; He's not safe here. Noshiko: He's not safe anywhere. Kira: But Allison k*lled one of them. Doesn't that mean something? She k*lled an Oni. Mr Yukimura: Is that even possible? Kira: I'm not sure how. But she did it. She k*lled one of them. Stiles: Yeah, and then they k*lled her. Allison's d*ad. Now I guess the only good thing is it looks like I'm dying, too. Noshiko: He made a powerful move by splitting the two of you. Stiles: So what's our move? Mr Yukimura: At this point, you need a divine move. Stiles: What's that? Noshiko: In the game of Go, it's what we call a truly inspired, or out-of-the-box move. The Nogitsune has had sente, the advantage, until this point. What you need is a divine move in order to turn the game around. Stiles: Okay, so is anyone feeling divinely inspired? Kira: Mom, you said you trapped it in a glass jar, right? Noshiko: It wasn't the jar that trapped it. It was where I buried it. The Nemeton. A place I don't know too much about. Kira: Who does? Stiles: Deaton. Deaton does. (ISAAC SOBBING) Argent: I appreciate the concern, but you don't have to stay. I'll be all right. I've dealt with this before. I have a capacity and... An ability to compartmentalize my emotions. Isaac: I don't. (BREATHING HEAVILY) Stillinski: Hey. We need to try and keep this quiet for as long as we can. Once the press finds out about this, they're gonna be all over those kids. Parish: You want a squad car outside your house? (SIGHS) Stillinski: Yeah, might be a good idea tonight. (RUSTLING) (GRUNTING) (PANTING) Derek: Should be fine in a couple of hours. Unless whoever sh*t you manages to find you again. Aiden: Lydia's with Scott. We need to go. DEREK: Are you gonna try to convince her to go with you? Aiden: I'm gonna try and convince her to run and hide. Like any sane person would do. Derek: And Danny? Ethan: Allison's d*ad. Stiles is dying. What do you think? Derek: I think Danny won't believe you. And Lydia would never run and hide. Ethan: Because of Stiles? DEREK: Because of Scott. You've been trying to find a way into his pack. Trying to earn his trust, trying to fight for him. You've had it wrong the whole time. You don't fight for a leader. You fight for a leader's cause. Ethan: What cause? DEREK: Scott's always been about one thing. Saving his friends. He will do anything and everything to save the people he cares about. When there's no chance of winning, he keeps fighting. When all hope is lost, he finds another way. And when he's beaten down, he stands up again. You want to earn a place in his pack? You want redemption? Find another way to stand and fight. Scott: Stiles and Kira said it was the Nemeton that kept it trapped. Deaton: The problem is this isn't even a person you're fighting. It just looks like one. It's a spirit that's taken the shape of a human. Scott: The shape of my best friend. LYDIA: Someone caught it once. Someone can do it again, right? Deaton: I don't know. This thing was trapped a long time ago, before the Nemeton was cut down. It doesn't have the same power anymore. Scott: Is there anything that does? Deaton: Possibly. When the tree was whole, its wood was sometimes used to contain powerful objects. But those objects are very rare. Lydia: Wait a second. Powerful objects? Like an Alpha's claws? Deaton: Which Alpha? Lydia: Talia Hale. Peter had them in this wooden box with a triskele carved on the lid. What if it was made from the Nemeton? Deaton: It was. Scott: How do you know? DEATON: Because I made it. DARKSTILES: Hi, there. Could you page Melissa McCall for me, please? Well, I guess I'll just find her myself. (PHONE RINGING) (MUSIC PLAYING) (EXHALES) (SCREECHING) Parish: Sheriff! (g*n) Agent McCall: I just think it would be better if it came from you. Melissa: So I tell Scott that his dad went back to San Francisco, says he's sorry, but he didn't have time to say goodbye? Agent McCall: Right. Then I'll send a follow-up email or something. Melissa: You're an idiot. Agent McCall: What's wrong with that? Melissa: Seriously? Raf, you say that you want a relationship with your son. You can't just bail after one fight. Agent McCall: He hates me. Melissa: He doesn't hate you. He just wants you to try harder. Agent McCall: What's going on? I don't know. (ELEVATOR DOOR DINGS) (SCREAMING) Get back! (SCREECHING) (GRUNTING) Argent: Careful. That one takes some practice. When Allison was learning, she had to bandage her fingers because they got so raw. She wouldn't give up on it, though. Isaac: She kept trying to say something. Argent: What's that? ISAAC: She was trying to say something to Scott. "You have to tell him," she said. (SNIFFLING) "You have to tell my father..." She didn't get a chance to finish it, but I'm sure it was just that she loved you. (SOFTLY) Argent: It's okay. It's okay. She made a point of telling me earlier. Isaac: Earlier? Argent: There's a tradition we have. Isaac: The silver b*llet. Argent: She was making a silver arrowhead. Isaac: Where is it? The arrowhead? Argent: Downstairs. Isaac: I need to see it. Argent: Why? Because I have a feeling it isn't there. (SCREAMING) Melissa: Ow! Agent McCall: What the hell is that? Melissa: I think it's poisonous. It hurts like hell. Oh, be careful. (SCREAMING) MELISSA: Oh! Agent McCall: I'm gonna get you out of here. Melissa: Okay. (g*n JAMMING) Stillinski: You're gonna need a bigger g*n. (SCREECHES) Oh! Oh! No! Scott: Derek's got the triskele box. He's gonna meet us. (DISTANT WHISPERING) Deaton: What's wrong? LYDIA: Something's happening. I had this sudden rushing feeling, like we're running out of time. STILES: Yeah. Yeah, I kind of got that feeling, too. Argent: Why would she make four of these? Isaac: She made five. She made the first one, then she figured it out. Allison: What am I missing? Isaac: She used the first silver arrowhead to k*ll one of the Oni. We saw her do it. CHRIS: Oh. Isaac: The same way that you almost did. Do you remember when you told us about one of your first g*n deals, the Yakuza? Argent: That meeting wasn't one of my first deals. It was my first deal. ISAAC: The b*llet thatyou used to sh**t the Oni. Was that a silver b*llet? Argent: Yes. But it didn't k*ll him. It just broke his mask. Probably went straight through. Isaac: What if silver is like a poison to them? What if it needs to stay in the body? What if that's what she was trying to tell Scott? What if that's what she was trying to tell you, that she'd figured it out? Argent: These four would still've been setting when she went off to meet Scott. Isaac: We could stop them. Argent: No. We can k*ll them. (EFFORT GRUNTS) Stillinski: What the hell happened? Parish: They left. They just... They left. (GROANING) Why did they let us live? Stillinski: I'm not so sure they did. Stiles: Scott, hold on. I know what you're all thinking. If this works, it might k*ll me, too. But even if it does, you have to go through with it. Stick with the plan, okay? Scott:,The plan is to save you. That's the plan I'm going with. (DOOR CREAKING) Stiles: Oh, this is definitely not part of the plan. Agent McCall: It's me again. I'm getting nothing from Dispatch. No one's on the line. Call me back, Stilinski. Call me as soon as you get this. (GROANING) Melissa: Call Scott. You need to call Scott. Agent McCall: You're gonna be all right. Melissa: That's not what I mean. Agent McCall: Melissa, I need to get you out of here. I'm gonna help you to your feet, okay? Melissa: Raf, listen to me. Agent McCall: You're gonna be fine. Melissa: If something happens, you need to work it out with Scott. Agent McCall: Melissa... Melissa: You just need to try again. Agent McCall: I tried to apologize. Melissa: He's a teenage boy. He doesn't care about apologies. He wants you to do better. And he probably wants you to suffer a little. Promise me you'll make it work. Agent McCall: Okay. Melissa: Okay. DARKSTILES: Did you bring us a present? DEREK: I brought two. DARKSTILES: I've heard of an Alpha pack, Derek, but not a pack of former Alphas. It's a little sad, isn't it? DEREK: I might not be an Alpha anymore, but I can still fight like one. Nogitsune; Like I promised, Stiles. We're going to k*ll all of them. One by one. Scott: What the hell is this? Where are we? Nogitsune: Between life and death. Lydia: Bardo. Nogitsune: But there are no peaceful deities here, Lydia. You're dying, Stiles. And now everyone you care about is dying, too. Stiles: What? What do you mean? Nogitsune: I've captured almost all of the territories on the board, Stiles. The hospital. The sheriff's station. And now the animal clinic. (GRUNTING) Deaton: Ahh! Nogitsune: Do you know the ritual of seppuku, Stiles? Stiles: No, and I don't want to. Nogitsune : When a samurai disembowels himself with his own sword to maintain his honor, but that's not the cut that kills him. The k*lling stroke is made by his kaishakunin, who beheads the samurai with his own katana. Scott... Scott is your kaishakunin. I'm going to make your best friend k*ll you, Stiles. And you're going to let him. Because just like you, they're all going to die. Everyone touched by an Oni's blade. Unless Scott kills you first. Stiles: Why? Why are you doing this? Nogitsune: To win the game. (GROWLING) Stillinski: Parrish, keep your eyes open. Deputy! Parish: What is this? Is this poison? Stillinski: Whatever it is, ah, it's working fast. (SIGHS) Melissa: Don't leave him again. Promise me? Agent McCall: You told me to leave. Melissa: I told a drunk to get out of the house. I didn't tell his father to get out of his life. You came back to make it up to him, right? Agent McCall: I came back to make it up to both of you. Scott: How is this happening? How are we in this place? Kira: You're asking me? A month ago, I'd never even touched a sword. Ethan: Where the hell are they? Aiden: The jeep's here. They have to be somewhere. Derek: In the school! (GRUNTING) Lydia: This can't be real. Stiles: Yeah, tell that to them. (GROWLING) Derek: You have to get on the box. Someone get on the box! Ethan: I hate ninjas. (MELISSA GASPING) Agent McCall: Hey. Hey. Hey, there's blood at her lips. What does that mean? There's blood. What does it mean? Scott: Stiles, no! (GROWLING) Stiles. Stiles: What if it saves you? What if it saves all of you? Lydia: What if it's just another trick? Nogitsune: No more tricks, Lydia. End it, Scott. Let your friend fall on his own sword. Do for him what he cannot do for himself. Do it, Scott. Be his kaishakunin. Give up the game. You have no moves left. STILES: I do. A divine move. (SNARLING) (GRUNTING) Ethan: We can't do this, we can't b*at them. Take the box. We'll hold them off! Aiden: What was that? Argent: Silver. DEREK: Isaac, the box. Get the triskele box to Scott! STILES: Stop fighting them. It's an illusion. You have to stop fighting them. It looks real and it feels real, but Scott, you gotta trust me, it's an illusion. Scott: We're okay. We're... Dark Stiles: This was my game. You think you can b*at me at my game? Argent: Get the arrow. It's the last one. (ARROW HITTING GROUND) Aiden! Dark stiles: Divine move. Divine move. You think you have any moves at all? You can k*ll the Oni. But me? Me? I'm a thousand years old. You can't k*ll me! Lydia: But we can change you. Dark stiles: What? Stiles: You forgot about the scroll. Lydia:,The Shugendo scroll. Dark Stiles: Change the host. Stiles: You can't be a fox and a wolf. (SCREAMING) (THUNDER CRACKLING) (PANTING) (CRACKING) (GASPING) (GROANING) (EXHALES) Stiles: Oh, God, I fainted, didn't I? We're alive. We all alive? Scott: Yeah. We're okay. (SIGHS) (DISTANT SNIFFLING) Aiden: Does it hurt you as much as it hurts me? Ethan: Yeah. (WHIMPERING) It's okay. (CHUCKLES) Aiden: Lydia never believed I was one of the good guys anyway. (CHUCKLES) Derek: She'll believe me. (STRAINING) Shh. Shh. (MUSIC PLAYING) KIRA: I wish I could saysomething to him.I wish I could say somethingto all of them. But I don't how much space or how much time I'm supposed to give them. And I know I'm still just the new girl at school. Coach: You ever run track? I mean, you have excellent muscle definition. Malia: Not for long. I sometimes ran from cougars trying to eat me. Coach: I've had the same problem. So, listen, we're gonna start off slow. You know, a few classes here and there. Don't worry. You'll learn fast. Malia: I intend to. Scott: It's okay. Don't think about it too much. Just try to let it happen. Ah, wow! Malia: Oh, I am so sorry. That's... Yeah! (LAUGHING) Ethan: I'm sorry. I just don't think I can stay. Danny: Actually, it's okay. Ethan: You're breaking up with me? (CHUCKLES) Danny: I... I like you. A lot. You're incredibly good-looking. And smart and sweet. And... I... I just don't think I can do it. Ethan: Date me? Danny: Date a werewolf. Ethan: You knew? Danny: Dude, it's Beacon Hills. Stillinski: Hey. What're you doing? Stiles: Just, uh, clearing my head. (SIGHS) Deaton: Have you ever heard the term "regression to the mean"? Scott: No. Deaton: It's a bit of a technical way of saying things will always even out. Scott: Like things will always get better? Deaton: More like things can't always be bad. Scott: So, no matter how bad things get... DEATON: Or how good. Scott: They always come back to the middle. Deaton: Regression to the mean. Scott: I'm not so sure that applies to a town like this. (CHUCKLES) Deaton: Yes. You might be right. DEREK: It was a dream. It was actually... It was more like a nightmare. STILES: Okay. What happened? DEREK: It started with these hunters that caught Peter and me after we left Cora. It was a family of them led by a guy named Severo. They broke into my loft. Severo: Now, my friend, you're gonna tell us about la loba. Where is the she-wolf? Derek: You should just go ahead and k*ll me. 'Cause you're never going to find Cora. Severo: Cora? Who the hell is Cora? MAN: Where are they? (BEAST GROWLING) Light them up! (g*n f*ring) (g*n COCKING) (g*n) STILES: Who was it? Derek: There's a lot of myths about how people can be turned into a werewolf. Usually a bite. There's one about rain water. Stiles: Drinking rain water out of the puddle of a werewolf's print. Derek: There's another one. Kate: Can you get turnedby a scratch? Argent: If the claws go deep enough. Maybe. STILES: Derek, if this is all just a dream, why do you look so worried? DEREK: Because I don't remember waking up. So tell me. How do you know? How do you know if you're still dreaming? STILES: Your fingers, in dreams you have extra fingers. Derek: It's real. You're real. Kate: That's right, Derek. And if seeing me is a surprise, watch this. (GROWLING)

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "03x24 - The Divine Move"}

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SCOTT: Previously on Teen Wolf... Sheriff: Are you sure that this is a girl and not an animal? Scott: Malia? Stiles: Was that your first kiss? Scott: Are you scared? Kira: Not right now. Derek: You're the one who saved Isaac.[/i] Braeden: I'm the one who was hired to save Isaac. Jennifer : You have no idea what you are. A Banshee. Stiles: It means that she can sense when someone's close to death. Lydia: Allison! Araya: Where is the She-Wolf? Derek: We don't know any She-Wolf. Scott: Who's this? Allison: That's my dad's sister, Kate. Kate: Can you get turned by a scratch? Chris: If the claws go deep enough.[/i] Derek: You're real. Kate: And if seeing me is a surprise, watch this. (GROWLING) Stiles: This doesn't seem so bad. Lydia: It's not the town, it's the plan. Stiles: What's wrong with the plan? Lydia: Stiles. This could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with. You're aware of that, right? Stiles: I'm aware it's not our best. Lydia: We are going to die. Stiles: Are you saying that as a Banshee or you're just being pessimistic? Lydia: I'm saying it as a person who doesn't wanna die. Stiles: Okay. Would you just mind restricting any talk of death to actual Banshee predictions? Lydia: This plan is stupid and we're going to die. Stiles: Oh, thank you. Lydia: Mmm. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) (SPEAKING SPANISH) (DOOR CLICKS) (SIGHS) (OBJECTS RATTLING) (MUSIC PLAYING) (ALL CHEERING) (SPEAKING SPANISH) Severo: No. On the house. Most American teenagers don't cross the border to refuse a drink. Lydia: We didn't come to drink. Araya: Severo hates this music. Me? I've always loved the music of youth. This kind, especially. It has a savage energy. Lydia: We're here for Derek Hale. Araya: Is that so? Lydia: We know you have him. We've heard you can be bought. Stiles: It's 50,000 for Derek. Araya: Now, where does a teenage boy get money like this? Japanese mafia? (COCKING g*n) Araya: Not smart to come alone. Stiles: What makes you think we came alone? Araya: You brought a wolf into my home? Stiles: We brought an Alpha. (MUSIC PLAYING) (MUSIC PLAYING) Kira: Something's happening. Malia: I know. Kira: What do we do? Malia: Blend in! Dance with me, dumbass. Kira: Oh. (SPEAKING SPANISH) Araya: My friends... (SIGHS) I don't think you're aware of your poor timing. Do you know what the dark moon is? Lydia: The part of the lunar phase when the moon is least visible in the sky. Araya: But do you know its meaning? Lydia: Some people say it's a time of reflection. Or grief. Araya: Grief and loss, mija. I wonder why, when you and your friends have suffered so much loss, you would risk it again for someone like Derek Hale. Stiles: 'Cause we don't like to lose. (BARTENDER SPEAKING IN SPANISH OVER RADIO) EAST GUARD: (OVER RADIO) Front door clear. SOUTH GUARD: (OVER RADIO) South clear. Severo: North? (SPEAKING SPANISH) (SEVERO SPEAKING SPANISH OVER RADIO) Scott: Stiles. Take 10 off the table. Lydia: Maybe you should just take the deal. (LAUGHS) Araya: While I'm keen to follow the warning of a Banshee, I'm going to have to decline. Malia: Ready? Stiles: Aaaa... Come on. Just give us Derek. You don't want him anyway.vHaven't you noticed what a downer he is?vNo sense of humor, poor conversationalist. Just come on, take the money. Araya: Severo? Show them how the Calaveras negotiate. (bl*wing) Scott: Wolfsbane. It's wolfsbane! Kira... Kira, get out of here! (COUGHING) (GRUNTS) (COUGHS) Araya: Someone who has been an Alpha only a few months should be more careful when facing a hunter of 40 years. (PANTING) Scott: All we want is Derek. Araya: My lobito, you're a long way from home. Scott: You don't know where he is either. (GROANING) (ROARS) Stiles: Ok, so how long has it been? Scott: Weeks. He hasn't gotten back to any of my texts. Stiles: Has Derek ever returned your texts? Scott: Once. Definitely once. But this time it felt different. So I went to the loft. The alarm was on. Everything looked okay. But then I found these. So I sent a picture of it to Deaton. He said that it's the mark of a family of hunters based out of Mexico. The Calaveras. Lydia: What would they want with Derek? Stiles: You don't think they k*lled him, do you? Scott: I... I don't know. That's why you're here. (g*n) (MAN SCREAMING) Scott: Lydia, what? Is he d*ad? Lydia: No. But I'm not sure he's alive either. Stiles: What does that mean? Lydia: I don't know. There's something not right. I just... I don't know. Stiles: So if the Calaveras have him, how do we find them? Scott: Mexico. Kira: He's awake. Guys, he's awake. Stiles: Scott, you okay? Scott: Yeah. They don't have him. They don't have Derek. Kira: We know. But right now, they've got Lydia. Scott: Lydia? What do they want with Lydia? Araya: I have to admit I don't have much experience with Banshees. Lydia: That makes two of us, since I don't have much experience being one. Araya: I have a feeling you underestimate your abilities, Lydia. Lydia: Trust me, you'd have better luck with tarot cards. Araya: Let's find out. Tell me, which one of these men is about to die? (PANTING) (GRUNTING) Kira: We already looked for a way out. I think a lot of people have. Malia: I say when that door opens again, we take out whoever's standing in the way and run for it. Kira: What about Lydia? Malia: What about her? Scott: We're not leaving without her. Malia: Why not? Stiles: Because we don't leave without people. Remember, we talked about this? Rules of the wild kingdom don't apply to friends. Kira: Is that what you would do as a coyote, leave her for d*ad? Malia: If she was weak and injured, yeah. If hunting had been bad that season, I would eat her. Then I'd leave. Stiles: Mmm. Believe it or not, that's progress. Scott: All right, guys, we're not d*ad yet. And that means Araya wants something. Kira: But if the Calaveras don't know where Derek is, that means they didn't take him from the loft. Right? Stiles: Maybe he left on his own. Scott: Maybe someone else got to him. Araya: How does it work? Do you need to touch them? Maybe I give you something they own. Or is it just a... a feeling? Lydia: I told you I don't know. Araya: Just how close to death do they have to be? (GRUNTS) (SCREAMS) Lydia: Why did you do that for? Araya: He stole from me. (WHISPERS) Lydia: What do you want? Araya: Right now? I want to know about Scott McCall. I want to know what kind of Alpha he really is. (ZAPPING) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (WHISPERS) Lydia: Oh, God. Scott: Let her go. Look... you've got me. Just let the others go. (GRUNTS) Severo: Your hand goes here. So, let me explain what's about to happen. This one, the fox, has an immunity to electricity. So she's going to turn the dial on the Alpha. If she doesn't, I turn the dial on the Banshee. Kira: No. I'm not doing this. (SPEAKING SPANISH) Severo: I see. Are you sure? One of your friends has the power to heal. The other? Not so much. Scott: What are you doing? Is this a game to you? Araya: This is a test, lobito. Let's see if you pass. We're going to ask some questions. You answer them, nobody gets hurt. You don't answer, we turn on the dial. Scott: Do what they say. Okay. Whatever they want. I can take it. Araya: So... We don't know where Derek is. We want to find him as well. You know who took him. Scott: What? How would I know that? Araya: That doesn't sound like an answer to me. Lydia: We don't know. Why do you think we came here? Araya: Kira, turn the dial. Should we turn the dial on Lydia instead? Scott: No, no! Do it, Kira. Do it. Araya: Let's start at one. (GRUNTING) Stiles: Do you hear them? Can you hear Scott? Can you hear Kira, Lydia, anybody? What are they saying? Malia: I... I can't. I can't concentrate. I... There's too many sounds and voices. Stiles: Okay. It's okay. Well, just breathe. Breathe with me, all right? You practiced this with Scott before, remember? Malia: I'm trying. Stiles: It's okay, it's okay. Just focus on something. Here, look at my eyes. Very good. Just focus on the sound of my voice. All you have to do is try to concentrate. Concentrate... (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) Araya: Tell me! Who actually has Derek? Who had a reason, a vendetta particular to the Hales? Scott: (PANTING) I said I don't know. (WHISPERS) Araya: Oh, you don't know because you haven't figured it out yet. So think! Who could've taken him? Severo: Tres. (PANTING) Scott: It's okay. Araya: Who had the power? The power of a shapeshifter? (GRUNTING) Scott: I don't know. Araya: Oh! Someone who could have turned without you knowing. Turned, but not by a bite! Scott: I don't know! Araya: Diez! Diez! (SCOTT SCREAMING) Malia: They're k*lling him. (SCREAMING) Kate: Can you get turned by a scratch? Chris: If the claws go deep enough. Araya: Say the name, Scott. Scott: Kate. Stiles: That's impossible. It's impossible. That can't be what he said. Malia: Why? Who... who's Kate? Stiles: She's a hunter. An Argent. Scott: So... you're just letting us go? Araya: I sent four men out to where Kate was rumored to have been seen. None of them came back. Let's see if you can do better. Scott: You could've just told me she was alive. Araya: You wouldn't have believed me. Now I know what kind of Alpha you are. And where your next step lies. Scott: What next step? Araya: When you take the bite of an innocent, when you make a wolf of your own, when you do that, then, I will cross your border and come knocking at your door. Stiles: So what now? Scott: She thinks she knows where we can find Derek. Malia: She gonna tell us where? Scott: Uh, actually, she's giving us a guide. (MUSIC PLAYING) Stiles: You know her? Scott: Braeden. Malia: Who's Braeden? Lydia: She's a mercenary. Braeden: Right now, I'm the only one who's gonna take you to la iglesia. Lydia: The Church? Stiles: What's The Church? Braeden: It's not a place you'll find God. Malia: Okay, I'll ask. Who's Kate Argent? Kira: Uh, I'd like to know, too. Stiles: Well, we were at her funeral. So, I'd like to know how she got out of a casket that was buried six feet underground. Scott: She was never in it. Lydia: She was Allison's aunt. And a total sociopath. Kira: You don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to. Malia: Um, yes, he does. Scott: Yeah, she's right. You guys should know. You need to know. Stiles: All right. Kate was the one who set the f*re that k*lled most of Derek's family. (PEOPLE SCREAMING) Scott: Some of them survived, like Cora, and Peter. Lydia: A very angry Peter. (SCREAMS) Scott: Yeah, he's the one who bit and turned me. Lydia: And the one who finally caught up to Kate and k*lled her. (GASPING) Stiles: And we saw her buried. Scott: No. We saw a casket, remember? She wasn't in it. The Calaveras heard that Kate had been k*lled by an Alpha's claws. They wanted to make sure she was really d*ad. Her body was healing. More and more, as she got closer to a full moon. She was coming back. So they switched out the bodies. If a hunter is bit, they have to take their own life before they change. The Calaveras, they treat the code like law. They make it their responsibility to enforce it. Malia: Good for her. I wouldn't do it either. Scott: Would you k*ll half a dozen people to get out? Because that's what she did. Kira: So Kate's a werewolf now? Scott: I don't know. You know, there's a saying, sometimes the shape you take reflects the person you are. Lydia: What kind of shape is sociopathic bitch? Braeden: What happened? Stiles: I don't know. It felt like we h*t something. Braeden: Scott, we need to get there by night. It's too dangerous otherwise. Stiles: Go. Scott: Not without you. Stiles: Dude, someone needs to find Derek. We'll figure something out. We always do. Just go. Scott: (SIGHS) Okay. Kira: Scott... I can't think of anything else to say except for be careful. And... and I know "Be careful" sounds kind of lame and I'm totally sure the second you're gone I'm gonna think of something much better, but I... Scott: Uh, "Be careful" works for me. (MUSIC PLAYING) Braeden: Scott, the sun's going down. Scott: Hey, I gotta go. Malia: Stiles. (GRUNTS) I don't think we h*t something. I think something h*t us. Braeden: La iglesia. Scott: What happened here? Braeden: An earthquake. It leveled the town. Scott: Then why is The Church still standing? Braeden: The locals think it's because of what's underneath. Scott: Do I wanna know? Braeden: The Church was built over the ruins of an Aztec temple. It belonged to a people called the nagual. Scott: Shapeshifters? Braeden: Were-jaguars. Scott: So Derek and Kate are somewhere in there? Braeden: I don't know. Never gotten this far before. Lydia: Maybe we should just walk. Stiles: Hey, I will never abandon this jeep. You understand me? Ever. Ever. Ever. Malia: Work faster, Stiles. There's something out here with us. Scott: If you find Kate in here, what are you gonna do with her? Braeden: Bring her back to the Calaveras. That's what they paid me for. Scott: What happens after that? Braeden: Not my problem. Scott: You don't care? Braeden: Do you? She's a mass m*rder. Scott: And you're a mercenary. Braeden: Girl's gotta eat. Scott: If you were paid enough, would you k*ll her? Braeden: If the money was good, I'd k*ll you. Can you catch Derek's scent? Scott: Yeah. I already got it. (DISTANT ROARING) Braeden: What? Scott: There's something else in here. Braeden: Something like what? Scott: Something not human. Stiles: Lydia, could you please hold the light still for a second? It's really hard to see anything if you keep shaking it like that. Lydia: I'm shaking it like this because we're in the middle of nowhere with your broken down jeep and we're being att*cked by yet another razor-clawed monster. And I'm terrified. Stiles: Well, just be slightly less terrified. And hold this. Lydia: What's this? Stiles: I don't know. I'm hoping it's not important. Scott: Oh, God. Kira: Anything? Malia: It's too hard to see. We should've brought another flashlight. Kira: Did you see that? (ROARS) Kira: Malia, wait! Stiles: Hey, Malia! Lydia: Kira, go! You. Fix the jeep. Stiles, focus! (PANTING) Kira: Malia? (TWIG CRACKS) (YELLS) (FOOTSTEPS RUNNING) (YELLS) Malia: It's me! Uh, it's me, it's me. Kira: What happened? What's out there? Malia: I don't know, but it is big and fast. And it cuts deep. (INDISTINCT THUD) (GASPS) Braeden: So, how come you didn't kiss her? Scott: What? Braeden: How come you didn't kiss your girlfriend? Scott: You mean, Kira? Braeden: Whatever her name is. Scott: Well, she's not really, uh... I mean, we've never actually... She's not my girlfriend. Braeden: So if you die down here, are you gonna regret not kissing her. You should've kissed your girlfriend. (WHISPERS) Braeden: What? Scott: Just had a feeling like something was behind us. (EXHALES) Braeden: You hear that? Scott: Is this why you never get that far? (FOOTSTEPS RUNNING) (GROWLING) Braeden: Get ready! Stiles: You... you please don't do that ever again! Malia: Do what? Stiles: I... I thought you just took off. I thought you were running. Malia: I was running. Stiles: No, I mean, like, I thought you were leaving. Malia: I wouldn't leave without you. Stiles: Really? Malia: I would never leave without you. Them I would leave. Stiles: Yeah. Uh, it's progress. Lydia: That doesn't look good. Malia: It's okay. Kira: Are you sure? It looks deep. Malia: I can feel it healing. Lydia: You didn't see anything? Malia: Barely. It had a strong scent, though. Stiles: Like what? Malia: Like death. Braeden: Where is it? Do you see it? Scott: No, I don't know! I can't see anything! Braeden: Where is this thing? (FOOTSTEPS RUNNING) (ROARING) (WHISPERS) Braeden: Scott, get behind me. Scott, get behind me! (ROARING) (INDISTINCT GROWLING) Scott: I think I scared it. Braeden: I think you scared everything. (CRASHING) Scott: What is that? Braeden: Tezcatlipoca. The nagual jaguar God. I think we found Derek. Scott: Stand back. Oh, my God. Malia: Is that him? Is that Derek? Stiles: Uh, sort of. The End

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "04x01 - The Dark Moon"}

foreverdreaming

SCOTT: Previously on Teen Wolf... Scott: The mark of a family of hunters... The Calaveras. LYDIA: What would they want with Derek? STILES: How do we find them? Scott: Mexico. You don't know where he is either. (GROANING) Araya: You know who took him. (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) Araya: Say the name, Scott. Scott: Kate. Malia: Is that Derek? Stiles: Sort of. (PEOPLE CHEERING) (ALL SHOUTING) Coach: Hale, let's go. Derek Hale! (GROWLING) Young Derek: I thought... I thought I could control it. Young Peter: All this risk? Just for a basketball game? Young Derek: It's the finals. They need me. Young Peter: To do what? Rip someone's throat out on the court? Even born wolves have to learn control on a full moon, Derek. Young Derek: Yeah, but it's supposed to be easier for us, why does it hurt like this? Young Peter: Did you bring it? Young Derek: It's not working... Young Peter: Did you bring it? Go ahead. (PANTING) Young Derek: I told you, it's not working. Young Peter: Do it! Young Derek: Alpha, Beta, Omega... Young Peter: Again. Young Derek: Alpha, Beta, Omega... Young Peter: Again. Young Derek: Alpha, Beta, Omega... Young Peter: Again! (ECHOING) Alpha, Beta, Omega... Young Derek: Alpha, Beta, Omega... (SCREAMING) (LOUD HISSING) (GROWLING) Gas station guy: Hey! (BANGING ON DOOR) Gas station guy: You okay in there? (PANTING) Kate: Ahhh! Gas station guy: Hey, you all right? What's going on in there? (GROWLING CONTINUES) Kate: (EXHALES SHARPLY) Just a second. Gas station guy: Hey! Kate: I'll be out in a minute! (GROWLING) (BANGING ON THE DOOR) Gas station guy : You need to open the door. I don't know what the hell you're doing or whatever you're on, but I got a key. You come out or I'm coming in. Hey! You want me to call the cops? You hear me? Lady, open the door! Open it! You okay? (ROARING) (MUSIC PLAYING) Deaton: Wow. Stiles: Wow? Wow as in, "I've seen this before and I know exactly what to do," kind of wow? 'Cause that's the kind of wow we were hoping for. Deaton: I think you might be overestimating my abilities. Lydia: He's cold. Really cold. Scott: Do you think this is permanent? Deaton: I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate. This is well beyond my experience. Stiles: So what do we do with him? Deaton: Until he wakes up. Probably not much. It might be best to leave him with me. He'll be safe here. Stiles: You mean from Kate? Deaton: If she's alive and she is what you say she is, she won't be able to walk past that gate. Lydia: Why would she want do this to him? Deaton: Knowing Kate, it's probably for a reason that won't be any good for anyone but her. (SCOFFS) Stiles: And bad for everyone else. Deaton: You guys should probably go home. He doesn't look to be in any danger. So maybe the rest of you should get some sleep? It is a school night... And you all need to start taking care of your own lives again. Scott: Someone should stay with you. Lydia: I'll stay. My grades are fine... Despite missing a few classes. Stiles: I'm so not okay with this. Lydia: Guys, go. Stiles: No. Scott: Text us if anything happens. Stiles: Nope, still not okay with it. Not going anywhere. All right, just 'cause you're stronger... (WATER DRIPPING) (CLATTERING) Agent Mccall: Scott? Scott: Hey, Dad. What's with the tools? Agent Mccall: Oh, I was just, uh... (SIGHS) ...getting' started on a list of repairs you guys need done. What time is it? Scott: It's, um... Midnight. Agent Mccall: We were supposed to have dinner. We had a deal. When your mom has a night shift, we have dinner. Scott: Sorry, I totally forgot about it. When we got back from the camping trip, I had to go straight to the animal clinic to finish up work. Agent Mccall: All right, well... (SIGHS) Tomorrow night. Dinner. Scott: Great. Agent Mccall: Did you get anything to eat? Scott: (EXHALES) Yeah, Mexican. Lydia: How's he doing? Deaton: His heart rate is alarmingly high. Lydia: He's a lot warmer now. Deaton: Lydia, I'm going to try something. I want you to keep holding his hand if that's okay. Lydia: That looks like it healed really fast. Deaton: Unusually fast. Lydia: What does it mean? (SIGHS) Deaton: I'm not sure. Let's try something else. Grab me a five milliliter syringe. Top drawer. Lydia: Derek... (EXHALES) Deaton: Derek, are you all right? (MUFFLED) Lydia: Derek... Deaton: Derek, are you all right? Derek? (MUFFLED) Wait. Lydia: (ECHOING) Derek? Derek? Derek? (GROANS) Derek? (FAINT VOICE) Derek? Stiles: So it's like 2 in the morning. I wake up and she's just lying right next to me. She just sneaks in. This was like five times a week. Scott: And then what happens? Stiles: This... (MUSIC PLAYING) Scott: Holy... Stiles: Yeah. Right on, right? After that we spent the rest of the night spooning. Scott: That sounds okay. Stiles: Yeah, but I'm always the little spoon. Always. Scott: This means you guys are together, right? You're dating? Stiles: I don't know, sometimes the way she looks at me, I think she knows I'm not telling her something. Scott: You mean Peter? Stiles: We got to tell her, Scott. Scott: Yeah, I know. I just... I don't know how. Mr Yukimura: It might surprise you to know that some of history's greatest leaders have had to endure some pretty great failures. One you'll recognize from last night's reading failed in business, had a nervous breakdown, was defeated for both houses of Congress, and lost as Vice President, before he was finally elected as one of the greatest presidents that this country has ever seen. Who was he? Malia. (RINGING) Mr Yukimura: Scott, phones off. Malia? One of our greatest presidents. Gettysburg Address? (CELLPHONE CHIMES) Mr Yukimura: Phones off. Everyone. Malia? Does anyone else know? (CELLPHONE BEEPING) Mr Yukimura: I said phones off! KIra: Dad, that was yours. Mr Yukimura: Oh. Um... (READING) "Scott, call Lydia." Deaton: I don't think he's just younger in body. I think he's younger in his mind too. Lydia: He didn't recognize either of us. (SIGHS) And he looked like he was scared out of his mind. Stiles: So if you're a teenage werewolf and you're scared, where do you go? Scott: A wolf goes back to its den. But Derek lives in a loft. Stiles: Not when he was a teenager. Lydia: The Hale House? Deaton: He wouldn't remember the f*re. It wouldn't have happened yet. Lydia: Hold on. Say you do manage to catch up to him? What are you going to say to him? That his whole family is d*ad? Scott: I guess I'm going to have to. Lydia: Oh... Good luck with that. Stiles: She's probably right. Maybe you shouldn't. You know, at least until we figure out how to get him back to normal. Scott: I can't lie to him. Stiles: Okay, I'll do it. Scott: I don't think any of us can. Remember, he can hear a heartbeat rising. When we find him, we tell him the truth. Deaton: If he gets to the house first, you won't have to. Deputy Parrish: Excuse me, young man? Deputy Haigh: You're calling him young man? Deputy Parrish: Shut up, Haigh. Sorry, but you can't be here. Deputy Haigh: Hey, dumbass. You ever hear of no trespassing? Derek: This is my house. Deputy Haigh: Nobody's been here for years, kid. Now get the hell out of here. Deputy Parrish: Haigh... Maybe a slightly gentler touch. Are you all right? We can help you if something's wrong. Derek: What happened to my house? Where's my family? Where's my mother? Deputy Haigh: All right, let's go. Now. (GROANING) Deputy Parrish: Hold on, just take it easy. Haigh, would you... Don't... Wait! (ELECTRICITY CRACKLES) (GROANING) Deputy Parrish: Haigh, stand down! (SIGHS) Deputy Parrish: The other deputy thinks I'm an idiot for even asking, but I have a feeling if I take these cuffs off, you're going to be okay? And I think you'll help us figure out what happened to your family so that we can get you out of here. Am I right? (HANDCUFFS CLANG) Derek: The other deputy's the idiot. Deputy Parrish: I can't argue with that. (CHUCKLES) Deputy Haigh: Parrish, get over here. I ran this kid's prints eight times. This is all that comes up. Deputy Parrish: Derek Hale? Sheriff: Did you say Hale? (EXHALES) Sheriff: I'll handle this. I want you to be honest with me. Absolutely and completely honest. Have you been time traveling? Stiles: Hang on, what? Sheriff: Because if time traveling is real, you know what? I'm done. I'm out. You're going to be driving me to Eichen House. Scott: We found him like that. Sheriff: Where? Swimming in the fountain of youth? Stiles: No. We found him buried in a tomb of wolfsbane in an Aztec temple in Mexico underneath a church in the middle of a town that was destroyed by an earthquake. Sheriff: You told me you were camping! Stiles: Yeah, we were... In Mexico. Scott: Derek's been aged backwards. He can't remember anything. We just need to talk to him. Sheriff: Yeah, well, so far he's not talking to anybody. (SIGHS) Scott: He'll talk to me. Derek: Why would I go anywhere with you? Scott: There was an accident. You lost some memory, but we can help you get it back. Derek: How much memory? Scott: A lot. But you can trust us. Derek: You're an Alpha. Okay, who are you? And who is he? Who are you? Stiles: Oh, we're the guys keeping you out of jail. Scott: Let us help you. Derek: No. Stiles: Okay, dude, you almost tore apart two cops back there. You need to listen to us. And that starts with no fangs, no claws, no wolf man. You got that? I'm fine as long as it's not on a full moon. Scott: You still have trouble with the full moon? Derek: I said I'm fine. Stiles: All right, you coming with us or not? Derek: You want me to trust you? Where's my family? (SIGHS) Scott: There was a f*re. And... They're not here anymore. They're fine. Just had to move out of Beacon Hills. And we're going to take you to them as soon as we figure out how to get your memories back. Derek: (EXHALES) Okay. Scott: I shouldn't have done that. I lied my ass off. Stiles: Hey, your ass is fine. You saved him a ton of unnecessary pain. We'll figure this out in a day or two, he goes back to being old Derek, everyone's happy. Except for Derek, who's never happy. Scott: It's just another person that we're lying to. I always feel like it's always been better when we tell the truth. With Lydia, my mom, your dad. Stiles: Yeah, but that is Derek Hale in there. He may be a kid right now, but he's still Derek Hale. Scott: All right. Take him to my house and don't let him out of your sight. Stiles: And where are you going? Scott: I'm going to go talk to the guy we should have gone to before. Stiles: Uh... Yeah, I hate that guy. (MUSIC PLAYING) Kira: Scott's going to find Peter. And we're supposed to meet Stiles at Scott's house. Lydia: That sounds like a horrible plan. But we've had worse. Like yesterday in Mexico? Kira: About that. Remember how we were in the club and you and Scott were tied up to electrified cables? Lydia: Vividly. Kira: I know. I guess what I'm trying to ask is... If my hand was on the dial connected to you and I had to turn it up to ten... Lydia: Would I be angry? Kira: Yeah. Lydia: No. Because I knew you had no choice. Exactly like Scott knows. And if you're worried about him, just remember, you're a Katana-wielding, badass Kitsune. (CHUCKLES) Lydia: And he couldn't be more into you. (DOOR OPENS) Lydia: Now... Grab a card from the visor so we can fill up. Uh, Beacon Hills Credit Union. Kira: Does this many cards mean you have good credit or bad? Hey, it looks like you have... A full t*nk. Lydia? Lydia? Are you okay? Lydia? Lydia: Don't look. Scott: What are you doing here? Malia: I heard you were coming to talk to Peter. And since Lydia tells me he's basically Satan in a V-neck, I figured you shouldn't be alone. Scott: I can handle Peter. Malia: You can handle him better with me. Stiles: We're going to wait here for Scott. We're going to sit quietly. We're not going to call or talk to anyone. Derek: Do I talk to you? Stiles: No. Derek: Fine. Good. Who's going to talk to him? Stiles: Ah! Are you getting taller? Agent Mccall: What are you guys doing here? Derek: We're waiting for Scott. Agent Mccall: Yeah, so am I. We're supposed to have dinner. I brought extra. You guys hungry? Derek: Yeah. Stiles: No. We're not hungry. Derek: No, I'm starving. Stiles: Neither of us are hungry. Thanks, though. Agent Mccall: Okay, well if you're not hungry, Stiles, your friend can still eat with us. What's your name? Stiles: Miguel. (STUTTERING) My cousin Miguel. From Mexico. So... Agent Mccall: (SPEAKING SPANISH) Stiles: Oh my God. Derek: (SPEAKING SPANISH) Agent Mccall: Fantastic. Egg roll? Derek: Hell, yeah. (LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) Agent Mccall: Shrimp fried rice or pork friend rice? Shrimp fried rice. Beef and broc. Fantastic! Egg roll. Malia: What's wrong with you? Scott: Nothing. Malia: Your heart's pounding like crazy. Are you nervous? Peter: He's just bad at introductions. Scott: Peter... This is Malia. Peter: Beautiful eyes. Did you get them from your father? Malia: Mother. Peter: Interesting. Anyway, I'm sure they've told you a lot about me. Malia: The homicidal k*lling spree came up. Peter: Well, we're all works in progress. Malia: Well, when you progress to your next k*lling spree, why don't you try and make sure they all stay d*ad? Peter: What is that supposed to mean? Scott: What do you know about people being turned by a scratch? Peter: Did you scratch someone, Scott? Don't worry about it, the claws have to go pretty deep. Scott: But it's possible. Like if you clawed out someone's throat? Peter: Well, yeah, it's possible. It's also beyond rare. We're talking one in a... ...million. Agent Mccall: So, uh, Miguel. What did you say your last name was again? Stiles: Oh, it's Juarez. Cinqua... Tiago. Agent Mccall: That's a mouthful. How do you spell that? Stiles: Phonetically. Derek: Mr. McCall, you're an FBI agent? Stiles: He's low level. Very low level. He doesn't even have a voice. Derek: So do you investigate m*rder? Agent Mccall: Sometimes. When it's a Federal crime. Derek: What about fires? Stiles: Oh my God, I wonder where Scott is. Shouldn't Scott be here by now? We should call Scott. Agent Mccall: What kind of fires are you talking about? (NERVOUS LAUGH) Derek: Do you know anything about the Hale family? Peter: Can't someone in this town stay d*ad? Malia: I think they were hoping you would. Scott: Do you have any idea why Kate would turn Derek into a teenager again? Peter: What color were his eyes? Scott: Blue. Peter: After Paige. Which could mean around the time he first met Kate. Scott: Derek and Kate knew each other? Peter: Biblically. That's right, Scott. You weren't the first wolf to climb into a hunter's bed. Stiles: Okay, I didn't lie. I omitted certain truths. Vital truths now that I think about it. Derek: I don't want to talk to you. I want to talk to the Alpha. I'll talk to Scott. Stiles: Okay. I'm going to go get him. My phone's downstairs. Going to call him real quick. You stay here, just don't move, okay? Don't move. Don't... I thought you... Peter: Okay, Derek went to the site of the house thinking it was still there, right? Scott: Yeah. But he doesn't remember the f*re. Peter: But if he doesn't remember the f*re, then he doesn't remember that it was Kate that set it. Malia: So what does that mean? Peter: Kate didn't just take him back to being a teenager. She took him back to the age where he still knew her. When he still trusted her. (DOOR CREAKS) Derek: Kate? Kate: Hey, handsome. Been a long time. (GIGGLES) Kate: Longer than you think. Stiles: No, he's in your bedroom, he'll be totally fine. To be honest, I'm starting to miss the old Derek. So, if you actually think that Kate's coming to find him... You might be right. Scott: Wait. Peter: For what? Kate's out there twisting her way into Derek's head yet again. We need to find her. Malia: All we need's a scent. Scott: That could take hours. If we want to get ahead of her, we need to figure out where she's going. Peter: Not to underestimate my own cognitive faculties, but we're not exactly a brain trust of geniuses here. Then maybe we should call one. Lydia: We called Stilinski. They're on their way. Scott: What does it look like?Can you send pictures? Lydia: Uh, okay. (CLEARS THROAT) Lydia: To be honest, I have a 4.0 in AP Biology and there are parts of the human anatomy I have never seen before on these walls. (BOTH QUIVERING) (BEEPING) (CHIMES) Malia: Why would she want to k*ll a gas station attendant? Peter: I don't think she could help it. This was done in a frenzy. It's not a m*rder. It's a symptom. Scott: Of what? Peter: She can't control the shift. Scott: Derek said he had the same issue on the full moon. That he was still learning. Malia: Kate's still learning? Peter: She wants to learn. Malia: So she wants Derek to teach her? Peter: No. She wants the Triskelion. Kate: What's wrong? Derek: I don't know about this. I'm not supposed to show the vault to anyone outside my family. Kate: Come on, we talked about this. Derek: Yeah, but, how do you even know? Kate: Because you told me. Don't you remember? Tell me if you remember this. We get inside the vault. We get the Triskelion. And then everything goes back to normal. Derek: That's all you want? Kate: That's all we need. But right now we have to get inside that vault. Derek: Over here. Kate: Why would your family build a vault under a high school? Derek: The vault was here first. Scott: Did you catch a scent? Malia: It's the same one. The same one as Mexico. Peter: What is she talking about? Scott: One of them came after us in the Church ruins. Malia: And one on the road. Scott: They couldn't have followed us here. But they could've been brought, by Kate. (GROWLING) Peter: Oh, I've heard that sound before. Did it have an animal skull? A human wearing a skull over its face? Malia: I think so. Scott: What are they? (GROWLING) Peter: Berserkers. Are you crazy? Malia: There's just one of them. Peter: And that means we have a chance. Malia: To b*at him? Peter: To survive. Derek: Not that. (GROWLING) Malia: Scott. It's both of them. They're both here. Scott: Where the hell's Peter? Malia: I don't know. He just took off. Kate: This is it? You're sure? Derek: Yeah. Kate: It doesn't look like much. Peter: That's 'cause it isn't. Quite the elaborate scheme you have here, Kate. Two countries, Aztec temples, Derek returned to a teenager. One that trusted you. One that loved you. All this complication just to gain access to our vault. Just to get your hands on that little piece of junk. Turn it over. Go ahead. There's a scrape on the back where it used to say "Made in China." Kate: You're lying. Peter: I admit I have a tendency to exaggerate things. But in this case the truth is so much more fun. Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart, that little pendant is just a physical object to focus on. It's training wheels. Talia used it to teach Laura. I tried to use it to teach Derek. (LOUD ROARING) Kate: Is this real? Tell me if this is real. Derek: Didn't you hear that? That was Scott. I just heard Scott... Kate: Tell me! Derek: I don't know. And I don't care! (PANTING) Lydia: You seriously need to find something better than a baseball bat. Scott: (SCREAMING) Kira! Peter: Derek gave up on it back when he learned another way to control the shift. When I taught him. I taught him to use emotion. To use anger. And to focus on it. To feel every ounce of rage and hatred that he could summon. It was the anger that taught him control. So you want to learn to control it? (TAUNTING) You want to get angry, Kate. Let's get angry! (GROANS) (LOUD SCREECH) (ECHOING) Wait! Peter: Wait! Scott: Derek? (MUMBLING) Peter: It was never... Never about the Triskelion. They took it, they took it while I was blinded. Stiles: Took what? Peter: Bonds. Bearer bonds and they took them all. Stiles: Bearer bonds? Hold on. Are you saying you got robbed? This was a heist. Somebody planned this. Lydia: How much did they take? Peter: 117... Stiles: Thousand? Peter: Million.

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foreverdreaming

Previously on Teen Wolf... Stiles: Remember, no wolf powers. No super-fast reflexes... Coach: From here on out, immediately, we're switching to co-captains. Congratulations, McCall. Stiles: Was that your first kiss? Lydia: You're a Katana-wielding, badass Kitsune. And he couldn't be more into you. Peter: Kate took him back to the age where he still knew her. When he still trusted her. They took it while I was blinded. Lydia: Took what? Peter: Bearer bonds. Stiles: Are you saying you got robbed? Peter: This was a heist. Somebody planned this. Sean: Willow! Willow! Mom, I can't find her. Mom? I'm going to bed. Hey, you. What are you doing under there? Oh, God! Help me... The Mute: Hello, Sean. I just k*lled your family. Do you want to die like them? Begging for your life? Or do you want to fight? I'll give you some help. Wrap a towel around your fist, smash the mirror. Use one of the shards to defend yourself. Go ahead. I'm waiting. Are you ready, Sean? Because here I come. Peter: That table's Italian. Braeden: So are these boots. Are we going to talk interior designing fashion or are we going to talk numbers? Peter: We're hiring you to find Kate, not assassinate the President. Braeden: I was hired by the Calaveras to find Kate. You're hiring me to find her first. Going against the Calaveras is what's going to cost you. Derek: We'll pay. Just find Kate, that's all we want. Peter: Are you insane? Derek: We don't have a choice. We spent a week looking for her and came up with nothing. Peter: If we don't find out, who told Kate about the vault, we don't get those bonds back! What do you think I'm gonna do then, huh? Get a job? My resume is slightly out of date. We got robbed, Derek. Robbed! Oh, that's a new look for you. What happened to your eyes? Derek: I don't know. But I'm willing to pay to find out. Stiles: Of course you're still the team captain. You got your grades up just like Coach told you to, right? Scott: Yeah, but he never told me I was back on the team. He just told me to show up at tryouts today. Stiles: We got bigger things to deal with anyway. Did you tell Argent yet? Scott: Ah. I texted him but he didn't get back to me. Stiles: You told him his sister Kate came back from the d*ad over a text? Scott: I didn't have the money to call France. Stiles: Yeah, you think you got money problems? Try paying for an MRI and a visit to Eichen House. Scott: Another notice? Stiles: Yeah, this one said, "Final." Now, what the hell are we even doing here anyway? We got like a 117 million problems and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them. Scott: It is now. Stiles: Who the hell is that? Garrett: Nice, Liam. You might just be our first ever freshman captain. Stiles: Okay, maybe we should just practice a little bit. Doctor: The nursing staff's already spread too thin. I know there's never a good place to make cuts, but this hospital has seen a bizarre amount of damage and the insurance isn't going to cover it. We have to cut back. Melissa: Maybe I can pull some money from pediatrics... Doctor: Your shift is over. I'm exhausted just looking at you. Please go home and get some sleep. Melissa: Okay. I need to get some dinner first. Doctor: Melissa... It's 7:00am. Melissa: Now I know why he hasn't spoken a word to the psychologist yet. Sheriff: He's going to be in shock for a while, isn't he? Melissa: This was his whole family? Sheriff: Mother, father, older brother. Sean was the youngest. And the only one that got away. The question is from what? Melissa: From who? These wounds weren't caused by claws and fangs. These are deep cuts, a combination of sharp and blunt force trauma. Sheriff: That's what the ME said. Some kind of axe. I just need to make sure that we didn't have to, uh... Melissa: Involve the boys? Sheriff: Yeah. If this is everyday homicide instead of the supernatural kind, then maybe we can give them the day off from the world of m*rder and massacres. Melissa: When do we get a day off? Ms Yukimura: Your father's waiting for you outside. Kira: I know, I know! What is this? Ms Yukimura: A "For Sale" sign. It lets people know your house is for sale. Mr Yukimura: I thought you were going to talk to her. Ms Yukimura: Kira, we told you this was temporary. Kira: That was after you told me I was a kitsune, and was going to have to destroy a dark spirit by s*ab and k*lling one of the few friends I've made in this town. Ms Yukimura: And you didn't have to. I call that a win. Kira: We're not going back to New York. Ms Yukimura: And why would we stay? Kira: Because... Well... Dad's a very important teacher at the high school. Mr Yukimura: In New York, I was a professor at Columbia. Ms Yukimura: You'll make new friends. Kira: Not like these. You don't know them like I do. Lydia, Stiles, Malia... Ms Yukimura: And Scott? Kira: Who? Ms Yukimura: He wasn't your first boyfriend and he won't be your last. Kira: He's not my boyfriend. Stiles: Hey, Liam. You want to explain what that was out there? Liam: What do you mean? Stiles: That little display. Your little circus act. Liam: What circus act? Stiles: You caught every sh*t. Liam: I was in goal. Stiles: Yeah, but nothing, not a single sh*t got past you. Liam: Yeah, I was the goalie. You guys played this game before? Scott: You're a freshman, right? Liam: Yeah. Stiles: But you weren't here last semester. Liam: I transferred from Devenford Prep. Scott: You transferred? Liam: Yeah. Scott: No, you got kicked out, didn't you? Liam: All right. Look! Kicked out or transferred, what do you guys care? I came here to play lacrosse. The team could use a few good players, right? Stiles: No. No, we don't need any more good players. Scott: Actually, we could sort of use a couple. Stiles: Okay, how'd you get this good? Have you always been this good? Or did it suddenly happen just once over night. Have you ever been out in the middle of the woods during the night of a full... Scott: Stiles. Liam: Hmm. Look, I learned from my stepfather, all right? He made team captain when he was a h*m*. Like you. And yeah... I guess I'm just that good. Scott: He wasn't lying that time. Malia: I hate math. It's pointless. Stiles: It's school. School is important, and math is essential. Malia: To what? Stiles: Knowing how much to tip at restaurants. Lydia: And other less important things like medicine, economics, engineering... Stiles: Tipping. Ms Flemming: All right, volunteers to the board. Lydia, Diego, Malia. Malia: Um... I didn't volunteer. Ms Flemming: You did now. To the board. Lydia: Did you go over the notes I gave you? Malia: I didn't understand them. Lydia: X equals 25. And sweetheart? Put away the claws. Kira: An axe m*rder? Stiles: A family m*rder axe m*rder. Scott: I already heard about it. Stiles: Wait. What? You did? How? Scott: My mom called me. She knew we'd see it on the news. Stiles: Perfect. Let's go. Scott: Whoa, whoa. We've got Econ in five minutes. Stiles: All right. Did you forget the part about the family m*rder axe m*rder? Scott: Did you forget that your dad's the sheriff? They want us to stay out of it. Stiles: Are you guys kidding me? There's a family m*rder axe m*rder and we're not going to do anything about it? Kira: Maybe we should just let the adults handle it. Stiles: So two of you, you just want to stay here, school, go to class. Never heard anything so irresponsible in my life. Scott: See you at tryouts? Hey, so that thing you wanted to talk about... Kira: Yeah. Scott: Yeah. Can we talk later? After tryouts? Do you mind waiting? It won't be that long. Kira: Um... I... Sure. Scott: Great. See you then. Oh, God. Sheriff: I said I don't want anyone else on site. Review the photos. And don't blame me for the nightmares. Deputy Parrish: But Sheriff, don't you feel like we're missing something? Sheriff: Yeah. And that's why Agent McCall is bringing in an expert from Quantico who deals with exactly this kind of thing. Deputy Parrish: You mean the US Marshal? Sheriff: What US Marshal? Braeden: I called about the case file. Scott: It was the first kiss since our actual first kiss. Stiles: That's good. You kissed her. Scott: I did. But I didn't. Stiles: Was... Was it on the lips? Scott: Yeah. Stiles: Was there tongue? Scott: No. I... It was like how you kiss your grandmother when you're five. Stiles: Oh, chaste. You gave her a chaste kiss. Scott: Yeah, and now it's... It's all weird. It's all completely weird and I... I don't know what to do. Maybe I should text her. Stiles: No. Just no with the texts. Coach: As a reminder, it's an open tryout today. All positions available. This is a rebuilding season, people. Jackson's gone, Lahey's gone... Greenberg, the one guy I actually wanted gone... Was held back. Again. Get your asses on the field. Scott: Hey, Coach... I just wanted to ask if... I was still... If I'm... You know... Coach: You're on the team, McCall. Scott: But... But am I... Everything that I was on the team before? Coach: All positions are open. Terrible. Horrifying. Pathetic. Unbelievably pathetic. Is that everyone? Yep, that's everyone. Scott: I got you. Stiles: Who came in first? He isn't human. What is he? Like a Were-Cheetah? Does it even exist? Is that a thing? Scott: I think he's just good. Stiles: I'm gonna puke, take me somewhere. Scott: Okay. Okay. Malia: What's wrong with you? Kira: Me? Nothing. Malia: You reek of anxiety. And it's distracting. What's going on? Kira: Scott and I sort of had this thing happen. But it wasn't much of a thing. And I'm starting to think it never was anything at all. Malia: What do you want it to be? Kira: More. Stiles: You know, maybe he's only good in goal. You know, just totally useless on the rest of the field. Coach: Yes! Stiles: Maybe he's just perfect at everything. I hate this kid! Scott: You don't have to hate him. The team needs new players. Stiles: What about a new team captain? Garrett: Nice, McCall. Stiles: Hey, Garrett... Shut up! Kira: Isn't the captain supposed to be one of the best players on the team? Or good? Stiles: Dude, what is going on with you? Scott: I don't know. I'm having a really off day. Stiles: Off day? You were dying out there! I feel actual physical pain watching you. Scott: I didn't see you make any sh*ts. Stiles: Yes, that is because I'm terrible, though, Scott. You... You are the Alpha. Scott: Not on the field. I'm a human on the field. Stiles: Well, human you is kind of sucking at the moment. So do you think there is any way you can use just like a little tiny bit of wolf power? Scott: It's cheating. Stiles: I know it is! It's just I hate seeing this little freshman come in and steal all your glory after you worked your tushie off. I hate it. Scott: He's not going to steal all the glory. Coach: Yes! Hot damn! Yeah! Hustle! Coach: McCall and Stilinski, grab the long sticks. You're covering goal for two-on-ones. Let's go! Line it up! Stiles: We still don't know if he's a werewolf, too. And if he is, he'd just be cheating. And we'd just be cheating the cheater. Scott: But he's not. I'd know. I'd be able to catch a scent or something. Stiles: Maybe you need to get closer. Scott: I think I'm about to get my chance. Coach: That's my boys! Those two are like sons to me. Kira: Yes! Coach: That's how you do it! That's how it's done! Malia: That was luck! Stiles: Oh no, Malia. Don't get involved. Malia: Do-over! Coach: Sweetheart, there's no do-overs. This is a practice. Malia: Ten bucks on Scott and Stiles. Coach: I'll take that action. Hey! Get back in there, Liam. Don't move! Don't touch him! Liam: I'm okay, Coach. I'm all right. Ahhh! I think it's my leg. Stiles: I think we better get him to the nurse. You guy's take a lap. Run around... Start running around the field!Stupid! Oh! Wow! Nice catch. Throw it back. Kira: Oh, my God. Coach: Someone ask her if she's ever played lacrosse. Deputy Parrish: Beacon County Sheriff's Department! This is a crime scene. Show yourself. Derek: There's nothing in here about Kate. This k*ller used an axe. Braeden: Actually, he used a military tomahawk. Derek: That's not in this report. Braeden: I know. Derek: Are you going to tell me what else you know? Braeden: Not yet. 'Cause I don't really know much. Derek: But you know something. Braeden: Maybe. The problem is the people I need to talk to right now, don't talk to people like you. Derek: You want me to wait for you? Braeden: I want you to trust me. Derek: And why would I trust you? I don't know anything about you. Braeden: Yeah, well, I know you. And I know what you really want. You want what Kate stole from you.(speaking spanish)...It means the true nature of someone is reflected in their eyes. In your case, the color of your eyes. Derek: You get a week. Scott: Hey, sorry about all that. We're taking Liam to the hospital. It might be a sprain, it could also be a break. Kira: It's okay. I get it. We can talk later? Scott: And I'm sorry about before. Before before? When I did that thing in the hallway? Kira: It's fine. Totally okay. Scott: I didn't mean to make things awkward. Or weird. Really. I'm sorry. You know what? I'm not sorry. Kira: Text me later? Lydia: I would try to explain it, but... I've never gotten a satisfactory explanation myself. Deputy Parrish: Just an unusual habit of showing up at places where people have been brutally m*rder? Lydia: Are you saying I have a reputation? Deputy Parrish: An unusual one. Maybe you're psychic. Lydia: Don't tell me you believe all that? Deputy Parrish: I'd like to say I don't believe in anything. But I keep an open mind. But if you're looking for d*ad bodies, I think you're a little late. I think it's a game locker. Like venison. Hunting's legal in some parts of the state, but... Lydia: What is it? Deputy Parrish: It's not venison. Melissa: Are you sure you don't want to eat something? Sean: Yes. Melissa: Okay. Let me know if you need anything. There's a Deputy standing right outside. Scott: Uh... Hi, Mom. Melissa: Don't worry, Liam. We'll take good care of you. Stiles: I got to get going. I promised Malia I'd help her study. Scott: Sure. I want to check on him anyway. Stiles: Hey, I don't need to say that wasn't your fault, right? Scott: I don't know. Stiles: Scott, if you had used any wolf power that kid wouldn't be limping, he'd be crawling, back to the other half of his body. Scott: If I hadn't been so worried about being captain he wouldn't be hurt either. Stiles: It's okay to want something for yourself once in a while. Team captain, Alpha werewolf. You're still only human. Ms Yukimura: Ken, would you please call the real estate agent and ask him why not a single person has come to this open house? Mr Yukimura: I think I know why. Ms Yukimura: Kira! Stiles: Hey, we're not finished yet. Malia: Yes, we are. Stiles: Okay... I promised I'd help you study. Then we can go back to that. Lots of that. Like, so much... What's with all the highlighters anyway? Malia: Green is for the things I understand. Yellow, is for "I'm working on it," and... Red means I have no clue. I am mostly using red. Study first, remember? So, what's the secret? Why is math impossible for me and easy for you guys? Stiles: Because we use Lydia's notes. Malia: Then somebody needs to give me notes on Lydia's notes, because I don't understand any of this. Stiles: Okay. Um... Lydia wrote these? Malia: Yeah. What are they? Stiles: They're not math. Doctor: Okay, just... Liam: It's broken, isn't it? Doctor: It's definitely going to need an X-ray. Liam: It's broken. And it's my fault. Doctor: You want to tell me what happened? Liam: I went up against two juniors. One of them is captain of the team. Doctor: Remember what we always say? Play smart, not hard. Liam: Are you mad at me? Doctor: No, of course not. Your mom might be mad at me for getting you into lacrosse, but maybe we should both wait for the X-ray before we panic. And trust me... I have more reason to panic than you. It's not over yet. Wait for that X-ray. Scott: Hey, Lydia. Lydia: Where are you? I couldn't call... I couldn't get away from the deputy. Scott: Okay, slow down... Lydia: You need to get to the hospital. You need to get there right now. The son, the only one who survived... He's there. Scott: So am I. I'm at the hospital too. Lydia: Then find him. Find Sean Walcott. Melissa: Sean, are you awake? The Sheriff's on his way, I'm going to need you to wake up. Sean: I couldn't help it. I'm so hungry. I'm just so hungry! Scott: Wait! Hold the doors! Sean: I think I'm ready to talk now. Melissa: No! Leave me alone! No! 'm okay. I'm all right. Scott: Are you sure? Scott: Go get that son of a bitch. Liam: Hey! Anyone hear that? I thought I heard someone... Sean: Get back! Scott: Don't. You don't need to do this. Whatever it is. Whatever you are, we can help you. Sean: No, you can't. Scott: Let me help you. Sean: Wendigos don't need help. We need food! Oh, God! No! No! Liam: I can't hold on! The End.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "04x03 - Muted"}

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LYDIA: Previously on Teen Wolf... The Mute: (DISTORTED VOICE) Hello, Sean. I just k*lled your family. Stiles: Lydia wrote these? Scott: You got kicked out, didn't you? Stiles: That's good. You kissed her. Scott: Get back! Araya: When you take the bite of an innocent, I will come knocking at your door. (SCREAMING) (MUSIC PLAYING) (POLICE RADIO CHATTER) Sheriff: Hey, let's get everyone off the roof. And see if you can stall the ME for five minutes.I've got an expert of my own coming to take a look. Deputy Parrish: You have an expert on teenage cannibals? Sheriff: Five minutes, Parrish. Deputy Parrish: Hey. Sheriff: Uh, I guess you've been there long enough to hear we need to be quick about this. Scott said he called himself a wendigo. Derek: Cannibalistic shape-shifters. But I haven't heard of them in Beacon Hills for a long time. Must have been well-hidden. How many people did Scott say were up here? Sheriff: Just Sean and the axe-m*rder who apparently has no mouth. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you? Derek: There was someone else. Someone young. And male. Sheriff: You can smell his fear? Derek: And his blood. Stiles: Like I said, I told my dad everything I could. Scott: But you didn't tell him about Liam? Stiles: You barely told me about Liam. What did you do with him anyway? Scott: He's upstairs. Stiles: Doing what? Scott: Lying down. (PANTING) (MUFFLED GRUNTING) Stiles: So you bit him. Scott: Yeah. Stiles: And you kidnapped him. Scott: Yeah. Stiles: And brought him here. Scott: I panicked. Stiles: Yup. This isn't going to end with us burying the pieces of his body out in the desert, is it? (MUFFLED CRIES) Stiles: As a reminder, this is why I always come up with the plans. Your plans suck. Scott: I know. Which is why I called you. So, what do we do? (SIGHS) (MUFFLED GRUNTING) Stiles: Liam, we're going to take the tape off your mouth. If you scream, it goes right back on. If you talk quietly, it stays off. Got it? Okay. (EXCLAIMS PAINFULLY) Stiles: Okay, Liam, now you've seen a lot of confusing things tonight. And more confusing things are going to happen because of the confusing things that happened tonight. Do you understand? Liam: Not really. Stiles: Good. That's good. Scott: I don't understand either. Stiles: Maybe you should tell him. Liam: Tell me what? Scott: Liam... What happened to you, what I did to you, which I had to do in order to save you, it's going to change you. Stiles: Unless it kills you. Shouldn't have said that. Liam: What? Stiles: Uh... Uh-oh. Oh-oh. Is he... Is he crying? Scott: Liam, it's okay. You're going to be all right. Liam: (SOBBING) Scott: You're not going to die. Stiles: Probably not. Scott: Stop it. Stiles: Okay, possibly not. Scott: Would you just help me untie him? Liam? Are you okay? Stiles: We're sorry about that. We're really sorry. (GRUNTING) Stiles: Liam, what the hell is your... (GRUNTS) Stiles: Ah. Get him. (BOTH SCREAMING) (ALL SCREAMING) (ALL GROANING) Stiles: Leg! I got him! I got him! I got him, I got him! (EXHALES LOUDLY) Scott: Your plan sucked, too. Peter: Derek, you here? Derek! (WHOOSHING) (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) (SHALLOW BREATHING) Peter: Derek... The Mute: (DISTORTED VOICE) Don't worry, Peter. Derek's next. Malia: I hate full moons. Stiles: It's going to get easier. I promise. Malia: It better. Because this isn't going to hold much longer. Stiles: Well, then let's try and make tonight the last time we have to use these. Besides, we might need them for Liam. Malia: You guys sure he's going to turn into a werewolf? Stiles: We're not even sure if he's going to live. Is that too tight? Malia: No. Sheriff: Hey. Um... Stiles: That's... This is not what you think at all. Sheriff: I don't even want to know. Stiles: There is nothing to know, 'cause I just... Malia: I don't get it. Stiles: Told him that. (SCHOOL BELL RINGING) Kira: These are your math notes? No wonder Malia's failing. Lydia: Um, some of them are my notes. The rest I think might actually be a code. Kira: But you don't remember writing it? Lydia: Not in the slightest. But considering my drawing of a tree led us to the Nemeton, I should probably figure out what it means before it tries to k*ll us. Kira: Maybe it's like the Enigma Code the Allies used. Remember my dad was a World w*r II buff? And my mom was, well... In it. Lydia: I think it's a variation on something called the Vigènere Cipher. Kira: Do you know how to crack it? Lydia: With a key. Mrs Martin: Remember the rules. No more than six people allowed in the lake house. Stay out of the wine. And if anything gets broken, it's getting added to your credit card debt. Lydia: Fine. Mrs Martin: And lock up the basement. From all the scratch marks I found on the walls, it looked like a pack of wild animals got down there. (MUSIC PLAYING) Garrett: I'm not watching another movie on a Friday night. Mason, there's gotta be something going on. Mason: You remember we're freshmen, right? We just got off a school bus. We're not exactly gonna be hitting the clubs till : a.m. Violet: Okay. Movie at your place. : . (PANTING) Mason: Hey. Liam, why weren't you on the bus? Liam: I ran. Mason: You ran three miles to school? Liam: Yeah. I just started running. Mason: So I guess your leg's okay? What happened to your arm? (BREATHING HEAVILY) Mason: Dude, are you okay? Liam: I'll talk to you later. I gotta get to class. Stiles: Liam, hey! Scott: We need to talk. Liam: No, you need to back the hell up, okay? Both of you. Scott: Can you just listen for one second. Please? Liam... We're brothers now. Liam: What? Stiles: Oh, God. That's... Liam: What are you talking about? We just met and you bit me. Scott: The bite... The bite is a gift. Stiles: Scott, stop. Please stop. You, you, we're trying to help you, you little runt. Liam: By kidnapping me? Stiles: Just to clarify, Scott kidnapped you. Okay? I aided and abetted. Scott: Liam, I've gone through this before. Something's happening to you. Something big. Liam: Nothing's happening to me. Nothing. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) (SCHOOL BELL RINGING) Malia: I'm not sharing my basement. Lydia: Actually, it's my basement. And my mom noticed how you tore it up last time. Stiles: All right, she's still learning. Scott: But, we're going to use the boathouse for Liam. It's got support beams. We can chain him to one of them. Kira: But how do we get him out to the lake house if he doesn't trust us? Stiles: I say if it keeps him from m*rder someone we chloroform the little bastard and throw him in the lake. Malia: I'm in. Scott: We're not k*lling or kidnapping him. Lydia: Then let's be smarter. We tell him there's a party and invite him. Stiles: So, you're going to ask out a freshman? Lydia: No, I'm done with teenage boys. But, if we're playing a trick on someone, we'll have to use the trickster. Kira: Who? Me? No way. Not me. Lydia: Yes, you. You know what they call a female fox? A vixen. Kira: Me? Lydia: You can do it, Kira. Be a vixen. (SCHOOL BELL RINGING) Mason: Liam. Liam. (MUSIC PLAYING) Liam: Are you okay? Kira: Yeah. Fine. You want to go to a party tonight? Derek: The axe was laced with wolfsbane. I don't know the species so I'm going to have to burn it out. Peter: I think I can handle a little f*re. Ah, hell. (SCREAMING) (GRUNTS) Peter: He said he was after you. Derek: How does a guy with no mouth say anything? Peter: With this. (MUSIC PLAYING) Kira: It's Lydia Martin's lake house. Actually, it's her grandmother's lake house. But she's d*ad, so it's okay. I mean, it's not okay that she's d*ad. Unless she was in pain. Liam: Can you turn the music down? (VOLUME TURNED DOWN) Kira: You want me to turn the music up? (CELL PHONE BUZZING) Liam: Who'd you say was coming to this party? Kira: Um... Everyone. Scott: I just talked to Kira. She's on her way. She said it's all going fine. Stiles: It's not that. I have to tell you something. I asked around about Liam. I know why he got kicked out of his last school. Scott: This is going to be bad, isn't it? Stiles: He kind of got into it with one of his teachers. And... The kid's got some serious anger issues. Scott: How serious? Stiles: Well, that's his teacher's car. After he took a crowbar to it. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) (PANTING) (MUSIC PLAYING) Liam: Where is everyone? Kira: They're here. It's a small party. Liam: You said everyone was coming. Kira: They are. They're late. And we're early. So we better hurry. Yay! Party. Sorry. Liam: What the hell is this? Stiles: Think of it like an intervention . You have a problem, Liam. Scott: And we're the only ones that can help. Sheriff: I still don't get ho this guy has no mouth. How can he eat? Derek: Peter didn't get a chance to ask. He was fighting him off with a tomahawk buried in his chest. Sheriff: Who runs around with a tomahawk? Deputy Parrish: I carried one for IED removal in Afghanistan. It's military. And so is that. Sheriff: Do you know what it's used for? Deputy Parrish: Well, this one looks like it's been modified. Sheriff: Show us. Liam: Werewolf? Werecoyote. Banshee. Fox? Kira: Kitsune. But fox works. Liam: What are you? Stiles: Uh, for a little while, I was possessed by an evil spirit. It was very evil. Liam: What are you now? Stiles: Better. Um... Liam: Are those for me? Malia: No, they're for me. Liam: How did you do that? Scott: You'll learn. But first, you need to get through the full moon. Liam: The moon's already out. (HEART BEATING) Scott: And you're starting to feel something, aren't you? Liam: I feel like I'm surrounded b a bunch of psychotic nutjobs. You guys are out of your freaking minds. I don't know how you did that eye thing and I don't care. I'm walking out the door right now! If any of you try to stop me, I swear to God, I'm gonna... (SCREAMING) (PANTING) Scott: What's wrong? Liam? Liam: You don't hear that? Lydia: Did you tell someone about this? Liam: My friend Mason. (KIDS HOOTING) Liam: You said it was a party. Stiles: Who did Mason invite? Kira: Everyone. Lydia: The floors! Get him off the floors! (ROARING) Scott: We need to get him to the boathouse. Now! Uh! Malia: Stiles... Stiles: Yeah. (ROARING) Stiles: Hey... Okay, basement. Now. Now. Lydia: What am I supposed to do with the hordes gathering outside the door? Stiles: Lydia, who throws the best parties in Beacon Hills? Lydia: What? Me, obviously. Stiles: Okay, then throw a party. (SCOFFS) (MUSIC PLAYING) Mason: Hey. Uh, are we in the right place? Garrett: For the party? Lydia: Absolutely. (ALL CHEERING) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) Deputy Parrish: Okay, I think I got an IP address. Sheriff: That means we can find him, right? Deputy Parrish: Definitely. Especially if... (WHIRRING) Derek: What was that? Deputy Parrish: I think I found a message. Does anyone recognize the handle "Benefactor"? Derek: Money transferred. What does that mean? Sheriff: That means this guy is not just a k*ller. He's an assassin. (SNARLING) Scott: I got him. Get his hands. (SNARLING) (GRUNTS) (GASPS) Kira: Oh, God. I didn't k*ll him, did I? Scott: No. He's out cold. (PANTING) Kira: I hope Stiles is having better luck. Stiles: Too tight? Malia: Tighter. You can leave if you want. Stiles: I'm not going anywhere. And to be honest, I'm probably safer down here than in a party with fifty freshmen and a very pissed off Lydia. (MUSIC GETTING LOUDER) Lydia: Okay, I didn't order a keg of beer. Especially not domestic. Demarco: Somebody ordered it. Are you trying to tell me nobody here wants to drink? Lydia: Who put this here? This laptop is $ and... Oh, that bottle of wine is . How much? What's this extra hundred dollars? Demarco: I call that the "Yes, you do look to me" surcharge. (SIGHS) Lydia: Let me get you some cash. Garrett: I opened the wine. I should probably pay for the keg. Kira: He looks so young. Scott: He is. He's only fifteen. Kira: What are we going to do with him? Scott: We're going to help him. (MUSIC PLAYING) Kira: What if he doesn't want our help? Scott: He will. (SNARLING) Malia: Stiles, please go. Stiles: It's okay. I hate parties. It's a social anxiety thing. You ever had a panic att*ck? Malia: I'm having one now. Stiles: Ah! Just breathe, okay. I'm not going to leave you. Malia: What if I hurt you? Stiles: You're not going to. Malia: But I want to. Uh! I look at your face and I want to slash at it. I want to tear at it. I want to feel your bones crack between my hands. Stiles: Surprisingly enough, you're not the first person to ever say something like that. (GROWLING) Stiles: I'm not leaving you. And I'm not going to let you hurt anyone. (GROWLING) Malia: Ah! You're not going to have a choice. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) Demarco: Oh, come on. You got to be kidding me. Son of a bitch. Son of a... (GROANING) Demarco: Three things cannot be long hidden. The sun, the moon, the truth. Three things cannot be long hidden. The sun, the moon, the truth. Three things cannot be long hidden. The sun, the moon, the truth. The sun, the moon, the truth. (CHOKING) (GASPING) (MUSIC PLAYING) Violet: What are you smiling about? Garrett: Our friend just sent me a text. (PARTY MUSIC PLAYING) Mason: Liam? You up here? Dude, where the hell are you? Lydia: What are you doing up here. The party's downstairs. Mason: I was looking for Liam. Lydia: Sorry, but missing freshmen are a little low on my priority list. Mason: But not so low you don't know he's a freshman? Lydia: I might have seen your friend. Downstairs. Oh, my God, the carpet... No, God, no. Mason: Hey, it's all right. It'll come out. (PANTING) Mason: Oh, okay. I'm sorry. Was it valuable? Lydia: No. That's the problem. Nothing in here's valuable. We just put the house on the market. It was supposed to be left without a scratch. It has to be in perfect condition. We need every penny we can get out of this place. Mason: Okay, let me go get some club soda and salt. Lydia, it'll come out. It will. Okay. (MUSIC PLAYING) (MUSIC STOPS) (MUSIC PLAYING) (MUSIC STOPS) (MUSIC PLAYING) (MUSIC STOPS) Scott: Soundproof? (DISTORTED BEEPING) Kira: What? Scott: I can hear the music from the house. Kira: What are they playing? Scott: Electronic. Kira: I wish they still played slow songs at parties. At my old school we used to at least have a few. Scott: Why do you like the slow ones? Kira: I was always better at slow dancing. (CHUCKLES) Scott: Come here. (MUSIC PLAYING) Kira: What about him? Scott: He can dance with me next time. (CHUCKLES) Kira: So how are you so good at staying in control on a full moon? Scott: A lot of it's about making sure that my pulse doesn't get too fast. And my heart rate doesn't go up. Kira: So you've mastered it? Scott: It still takes a lot of concentration. Kira: So if something distracts you... Scott: I'm indistractable! Nothing. Kira: Then why are your eyes glowing? Scott: Cheater. Kira: I also just heard you growl. Scott: That wasn't me. (GROWLING) Kira: Are those chains going to hold him? Scott: Uh. Yeah. I think. Definitely. He can't be that strong... (SNARLING) Stiles: Okay, Malia, I know you can hear me. Just listen to my voice. Malia: (GROWLING) Listen to mine. Run! (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) Derek: You know, just because this gu connected to the school's WiFi, doesn't mean he's still here. Sheriff: True. But I've seen enough in this school to keep my g*n in hand when walking in after dark. Like blood. Derek: That doesn't make sense. Sheriff: Yeah, no kidding. Derek: That's not what I mean. I should've caught th scent before we walked in. (WHISPERS) Hold on. Sheriff: You nervous makes me nervous. Derek: It's an expl*sive. A claymore. Get down! (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) (SNARLING) Stiles: I'm not going to run. Because I don't think you're going to hurt me. And I think maybe you're so afraid of hurting me because of what you did to your family. I know what that's like. I remember everything I did. And the worst part is I remember liking it. Because I felt powerful. I felt fearless. And most of all, in control. But when I came through it, I learned something else... Control is overrated. (GROWLING) (PANTING) Stiles: You did it. (GROWLING) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) (GROWLING) (GRUNTING) Scott: Liam... Liam, wait. Stop. Liam: What did you do to me? Scott: Liam... Liam: This is your fault. It's all your fault! This is your fault! (ARROW WHOOSHING) Ah! Scott: How did you know? Chris: I got your text. (GRUNTING) (PANTING) Sheriff: You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can and will be used against you in the court of law. You've the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one... Derek: No, Peter, no! (GRUNTING) Derek: We've learned a better way. Peter: I'm a creature of habit. (EXHALING) Chris: There's a clearing just north of here. All you have to do is corral him there. The rest is taken care of. Scott: What are you going to do? Chris: He's your Beta, Scott. The better question is what are you going to do? Scott: He won't listen to me. Chris: He will if you start using your own words. (LIAM SCREAMING) Chris: (QUIETLY) Here. Go. (SCREAMING) Liam: What's happening to me? Scott: The same thing that happened to me. Kira: Lydia? Has anyone seen Lydia? (PARTY MUSIC PLAYING) Kira: Hey. Lydia? Are you okay? What do you hear? Lydia: The key. The key to break the code. Liam: They can't know about this. My mom, my stepdad, I can't do this to them again. Scott: What do you mean again? Liam: I got kicked out of school and I deserved it. The way they looked at me when they saw what I did to that car... Scott: Liam, it's okay. Liam: They can't see me like this. (SOBBING) Scott: Like a monster? You're not a monster. You're a werewolf. Like me. (BEEPING) (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) (BEEPING) Kira: What is this? Lydia: It's a list of supernaturals in Beacon Hills. It's a d*ad pool. And we're all on it.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "04x04 - The Benefactor"}

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SCOTT: Previously on Teen Wolf... Coach: Someone ask her if she's ever played lacrosse. (GROWLS) Stiles: The kid's got some serious anger issues. Deputy Parrish: Does anyone recognize the handle "Benefactor"? Kira: What do you hear? LYDIA: The key to break the code. (BEEPING) Lydia: It's a d*ad pool. Sheriff: He's an assassin. (CHOKING) Garrett: Our friend just sent me a text. (PANTING) (PANTING) (WHIRRING) (PANTING) Carrie: The sun, the moon, the truth. (SOFTLY) The sun, the moon, the truth. (DOOR OPENING) (EXCLAIMING) (GRUNTS) (CAR HONKING) (TIRES SCREECH) Garrett: Get in! Come on, she's coming, get in! Seriously? I can't believe you fell for that. (GASPS) (MUSIC PLAYING) Stiles: So, the Walcott's were the first. At least the first that we know about. Four m*rder. Sean, his brother, and their parents. They were k*lled by a professional assassin called The Mute. w*apon of choice, a military tomahawk. But then The Mute was k*lled by Peter Hale after he tried to blow up Derek with a Claymore mine. Next was Demarco. He delivered a keg to the party at Lydia's lake house. And got decapitated outside his car. Chris: Does the scent tell you anything? Scott: Definitely a werewolf. But there's more. I think he was part of a pack. Chris: Well, if he was, they'll be looking for him. Stiles: And then last night, 23-year-old Carrie Hudson. Scott: It's a d*ad pool. A h*t list of supernatural creatures. This is only part of it. The rest still has to be decoded. Sheriff: Who found this list? Stiles: Lydia. Sheriff: How? Stiles: She wrote it. Actually, she transcribed it. Without realizing it. Sheriff: Banshee? Stiles: Banshee. Sheriff: Beautiful. All right, what are these numbers next to the names? Stiles: We're getting to that. First, you need to know that the code was broken with a cipher key. Sheriff: Wait. You mean, like a... Like a key word? Stiles: It's actually a name. Scott: Allison. Stiles: Her name broke a third of the list. Scott: And now we think there's two other cipher keys. Sheriff: Which will give us the rest of the names. Okay. So how do we get the cipher keys? Stiles: Same way we got the code. Scott: Lydia. She's been out at the lake house all weekend trying to find the other two key words. (STATIC) (STATIC RESUMES) Sheriff: You didn't know about Demarco or Carrie. Hmm? And what about these other two names on the list? Uh, Kayleen Bettcher and Elias Town. They werewolves too? Scott: I don't know. But Deaton said that the Nemeton would draw supernatural creatures here. Sheriff: Here being Beacon Hills? Or Beacon County? The population of Beacon Hills is just under 30,000. Stiles: And dropping.... Sheriff: But if we're talking Beacon County, then you're looking at close to 500,000. Look, how many werewolves, banshees, kitsunes and whatever the hell else is out there are we talking about? And what if the next cipher key uncovers not 12 names but 100? Stiles: We don't think there would be that many. There's a limit. Scott: Because of the numbers. We think that once we decode the names, the numbers will add up to 117. Sheriff: 117 what? Scott: Million. Stiles: 117 million dollars, Dad. Stolen from the Hale vault and is being used by someone to finance all these m*rder. Scott: Someone who wants every supernatural in Beacon Hills d*ad. Sheriff: So the coded list goes out. And somehow these professional assassins get that list. Stiles: And a cipher key. Sheriff: And then they go after the names on the list. They being K*llers with no mouths, tomahawks, thermo-cut wires that can take your head off. Stiles: Let me see. Carrie was also s*ab. What's this mark? Sheriff: We're not sure yet. We're still waiting on the ME's report. There's one other thing I don't get. How did this new assassin know that Demarco was going to be at the lake house? Scott: Everyone knows he delivers kegs to teenagers for a little extra cash. Sheriff: Ah. So whoever ordered that keg k*lled Demarco. Stiles: Yeah, it was someone at the party. Scott: A student. (MUSIC PLAYING) Garrett: You all right? Violet: (SIGHS) I can handle a scratch or two if I know we're eventually going for the real money. The seven figure money. Garrett: We are. Violet: When? Garrett: Tonight. Mr Yukimura: It's not that we were wanting to talk to you. It's that we were wondering if you wanted to talk to us. Kira: About what? Mr Yukimura: About something that you forgot to mention? Something important. Kira: How important? Mr Yukimura: Exceptionally. Kira: (SOFTLY) Oh, God. You know? Mr Yukimura: We know. Kira: Look, I was going to tell you. We were going to tell you everything. About the d*ad pool, the assassins, the killings. But I didn't want you to worry. Mr Yukimura: I was talking about you joining the lacrosse team. Kira: Oh. Then never mind. Mr Yukimura: d*ad pool? Mason: You know how I keep reminding Garrett to give me back my hoodie? Liam: Yeah. Mason: Well, I remembered you said he lived in that housing development on Spaulding. So I went there and guess what? The housing development is still in development. Liam: So? Mason: There are no houses yet. So unless the dude lives in some backhoe, there's something he's not telling us. And then there's this other dude, man, he's... He's been acting really strange. Running to school for no reason. Disappearing at parties. Used to be my best friend. Liam: Uh-huh. Mason: And he was apparently on steroids. Liam: What? Mason: You're not actually going to try to lift that, are you? Are you all right? I mean, is it about the game tonight? Liam: I'm fine. It's just a scrimmage. Mason: You know who you're playing, right? Liam: Yeah. I mean, no. I guess I missed the announcement. Mason: Liam, it's your old school. Devenford Prep. (BREATHING HEAVILY) Liam: What the hell? Where's my stick? (DOOR OPENING) Derek: Is this yours? (CLATTERS) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (GROWLING) SCOTT: (ECHOING) Liam. (BREATHING HEAVILY) Derek: You're right. He is angry. Scott: This one's yours. (SCHOOL BELL RINGING) Scott: Get to class, Liam. What are you smiling about? Derek: You're gonna be good at this. Scott: Are you kidding? I am totally unprepared. Remember how you said you could teach me a few things? I think, right now I could use a full-on training manual. Derek: I'll tell you one thing. That anger he's got? It'll make him strong. Scott: And dangerous. Derek: Very. Scott: This was supposed to be the semester I could focus on school again. But Kate's back. And I've got a Beta.And there's a d*ad pool. Derek: If all our names are on that list, then that's what we should be focused on. Do you think Lydia can get that second key? Scott: She's working on it. Lydia: Please stop hovering. Malia: I'm not hovering. I'm waiting. Draw something. Write something. We need to know who else is on that list. Lydia: You mean, you need to know if you're on the list. Malia: If someone's coming to take my head off, then, yeah, I'd like to know. Lydia: Can you please just sit down? You're making me nervous. ,Malia: (WHISPERS) Sorry. Lydia. Lydia: What? Oh, my God, what? Malia: Maybe we need help. From another banshee. Lydia: Meredith. Coach: Economic disparity exists in all forms. Well, take sports, for example. Some teams have better training facilities. Some have better equipment. Unlike Beacon Hills that can barely afford the duct tape to keep our equipment together. You know, Stilinski, if I could grade you on how profoundly you disturb me, you'd be an A plus student. Stiles: Thanks, Coach. Coach: Put those pictures away. Stilinski! The hell is wrong with you? Don't answer that. Stiles: It's a lacrosse player. Scott: The k*ller's on the team. This... This is pointless. Most of the team plays with their own gear. Kira: Maybe instead of trying to find a lacrosse stick with a hidden dagger in it, we should be trying to get the game canceled? Scott: The game's the best way to catch him red-handed. Stiles: But what if he's red-handed 'cause his hands are covered in the blood of the person that he just s*ab to death? Which, by the way, could be either of you guys. Scott: Or Liam. Well, we don't have the whole list and he could be on it. Stiles: We don't know anything about that list. KIra: How it's made, how it's updated. I mean, who's been out taking a supernatural census anyway? How do they even know about me? Scott: They know about everyone. Stiles: (SIGHS) I think Kira's right. I think we should stop the game. Scott: I'm not afraid. Kira: Neither am I. Stiles: Well, I'm terrified. And I'm not even on the list. Guys, these are professional K*llers. It's their profession. One of them's got a thermo-cut wire that cuts heads off. Who knows what else they have? GARRETT: Wolfsbane. That's wolfsbane? I thought it was purple. Violet: Not this species. Which is very rare and very expensive. Garrett: What's that supposed to mean? "Don't screw up"? Violet: Don't miss. Okay, all you have to do is nick him. It'll work fast. Even on an Alpha. Garrett: We gonna do this again? Violet: I'm just saying I don't know why we're going after a Beta when there's an Alpha on the field. Garrett: Because an entire pack of Alphas went after McCall and he was the one left standing. Violet: It's a lot of money. Garrett: So is the Beta. (SIGHS) Lydia: Eichen House says Meredith can't have visitors without permission from a family member. Malia: That's not gonna be easy since her whole family is d*ad. Lydia: Perfect. Malia: Okay, maybe we go back to the art room? Or music room? Lydia: I'm not plucking piano strings for two hours waiting for some supernatural inspiration. Malia: Fine. What else do banshees do? Lydia: You think I know? I can't just turn this on. I'm not like you guys. I don't have claws, or glowing eyes or super senses. I just have voices in my head. (SIGHS) MASON: Liam, wait. What, no, no, no, no. Liam. Liam: Brett! Ah, here we go. (BREATHING HEAVILY) Liam: I just wanted to say... Have a good game. (LAUGHING) Brett: That's cute, Liam. Is that what they told you to say in Anger Management? Apologize and everything's fine? You demolished Coach's car. Liam: I paid for it. Brett: Yeah, you're going to pay for it. We're gonna break you in half out there. And it's gonna be all your fault. Scott: Oh, shit. Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's go. Stiles: Hey, what's going on prep students? Welcome to our little public high school. How you doing? That's a firm handshake you got there. Uh, we're very excited for scrimmage tonight. Uh, but Let's keep it clean, all right? No rough stuff out there. All right, see you on the field. Go. (GROWLING) (ROARING) Stiles: Okay, you calm yet? (ROARING) Liam: Okay! Okay! (PANTING) Scott: That car you smashed. I thought you said that was your teacher's. Liam: He was also my Coach. He benched me for the entire season. Scott: What did you do? Liam: I got a couple of red cards. Stiles: Just a couple? Scott: You gotta be honest with us. What else happened? Liam: Nothing. I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for evaluation. Scott: What did they call it? Liam: Intermittent expl*sive Disorder. Stiles: I.E.D? You're literally an I.E.D? That's great. That's great. You gave powers to a walking time b*mb. Scott: Did they give you anything for it? Liam: Risperdal. It's an antipsychotic. Stiles: Oh, this just gets better. Liam: But I don't take it. Stiles: Obviously. Liam: I can't play lacrosse on it. It makes me too tired. (SIGHS) Scott: Okay. I think you should bail out of the game. Tell Coach your leg is still hurting. Liam: No, no! I can do this. Especially if you're there. Scott: But, Liam, it's not just about the game. We think whoever k*lled Demarco might be on our team. Liam: Who's Demarco? Stiles: The one who brought the beer to the party. The guy who was beheaded. Remember? Scott: We think the person who ordered the keg k*lled Demarco. Liam? What, you know something? Liam: I don't know who ordered the keg. But I know who paid for it. Kira: Shouldn't we do something now? Scott: I mean, we can't. We're still not really sure if it's really him. And if we're wrong, then the real assassin gets away. (SIGHS) Scott: Nervous? Kira: About someone trying to k*ll us? Or about playing my first game? Scott: Both? Kira: Definitely both. Stiles: Hey, Dad, you're supposed to be here. Where the hell are you? Sheriff: I'm leaving now. And this conversation isn't getting me there any quicker. Deputy Parrish: Sheriff, I know you're in a hurry, but I was out on patrol and I found someone walking from the coast to the High School. Sheriff: That's gotta be at least 15 miles. Deputy Parrish: She was pretty determined. Meredith: I'm looking for Lydia. Liam: I don't care if he's a foot taller than me. I think I can take him. Mason: Yeah. Liam: What do you think you're doing? Mason: What? Me? (SCOFFS) Agreeing with you. I'm being agreeable. Liam: You think he's hot, don't you? Mason: No! No. Not at all. No way! Maybe. Yeah, maybe a little. Liam: He wants to destroy me. Mason: I think you could definitely take him. And then give him to me. (CHUCKLES) Coach: No, no just go out there and kick their smug prep school asses. Liam: All right. Derek: She was here for this. We use it to teach young Betas how to control the shifts on a full moon. Chris: Control was never one of Kate's strengths. Derek: You knew she was alive, didn't you? Chris: Not for certain. But I'd been searching ever since you handed me the g*n shell. Is that possible? Derek: What are you gonna do when you find her? Chris: There's a place I can take her. Derek: You saying you have some kind of werewolf jail? CHRIS: Something like that. Derek: She won't go quietly. Chris: I don't expect her to. And I'll do what's necessary. (SIGHS) Derek: What if I asked you not to? She took something from me. At first, I just thought it was a part of my past. I started to lose something else. My sense of smell. I'm losing my power. Coach: Let's go! Let's go, come on! Hey, McCall, I said get your ass out on the field. Scott: But Coach, his leg's still healing. I don't think he should play. Coach: He said it's fine. Scott: As Captain, I'm suggesting Liam sit out the game. (LAUGHING) Coach: And as, uh, President of the United States, I'm vetoing that suggestion. Scott: What if he gets hurt? BRETT: Hey, Liam! Think fast! Coach: Oh, he plays. (WHISTLE bl*wing) Coach: There you go, Liam! Liam! Stilinski! McCall! Oh! (CHEERING) Kira: Why do I feel like this is going to end badly? Stiles: Because it usually does. Scott: Kira, you keep an eye on Garrett. I'll watch out for Liam. Stiles: Yeah, I'm just gonna try to play lacrosse. All right. Scott: Brett, I know you guys feel like you owe Liam some payback for what he did but could you just hold off for one night? Trust me. One night. Brett: Yeah, I can do that. Scott: Really? Brett: (CHUCKLES) No. (WHISTLE BLOWS) (CROWD CHEERING) SCOTT: Liam! (CROWD GASPING) Liam! (GRUNTING) (WHISTLE BLOWS) Sheriff: I'm aware this is probably about the d*ad pool, but I can't let her leave the station. And, in a minute, I'm gonna have to call Eichen House and let them know that she's here. Lydia: Give us an hour. Sheriff: You got 15 minutes. Deputy Parrish: You called Lydia? Sheriff: Yeah. Deputy Parrish: Because Meredith asked for her or because of the other thing? Sheriff: What other thing? Deputy Parrish: The psychic thing. Sheriff: You think Lydia's psychic? Deputy Parrish: Do you? Sheriff: No, I do not. I think that she is, uh... Intuitive. Deputy Parrish: That's what they used to call psychics. Intuitionists. Sheriff: Yeah, and I used to call myself a rational human being. Get in here and shut the door. (SIGHS) Sheriff: Ask what you need to ask. Lydia/b]: Meredith, aren't you going to answer it? Meredith: (WHISPERS) It's not ringing. Stiles: You guys know that anabolic steroids are illegal in the United States? You wear a lot of facial hair for a teenager. What are you on? Seriously? HGH? Gamma radiation? (BLOWS WHISTLE) (CROWD CHEERING) STILES: Run Kira! Run, Kira, run! (WHOOPING) Coach: Pass it! Kira, pass the ball! Oh... (CHEERING) Whoo! Coach: Yukimura! Get over here. Take a seat. You're benched for the rest of the game. Kira: What? Why? Coach: You didn't pass. Kira: I had an open sh*t. Coach: The play was for you to pass. This is a scrimmage, It's about teamwork, Yukimura. So, you're benched. Lydia: Meredith, you came here to help us, remember? Meredith: You called me. Lydia: What do you mean I called you? Meredith: (WHISPERS) I heard you. Deputy Parrish: Meredith, can I ask you a question? When you need help, when you need to find something, is there someone you reach out to? Maybe someone you call? Meredith: It depends. Different people for different things. Deputy Parrish: So maybe there's a number that can help us? Someone we can call. Meredith: Yes. Deputy Parrish: Would you be okay telling us? Meredith: Yes. It's 2, 4, 3, 6. Malia: Mer, we need a few more numbers. Meredith: No. That's the number. Malia: Phone numbers are 10 digits. Meredith: That's the number. Lydia: Meredith, phone numbers always have 10 digits. Meredith: That's the number. Lydia: Meredith... Sheriff: Lydia. (SOFTLY) Hey. Come here. (LYDIA SIGHS) Sheriff: I think that's the best we're gonna get. Lydia: No. (WHISPERS) There has to be more. What's the rest of it, Meredith? Hmm? Just concentrate! Meredith: But that's... that's... that's the number. Lydia: Concentrate! Meredith: That's... That's the number. That's the number. Sheriff: It's okay, sweetheart. We're... Meredith: That's the number! (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) Araya: In Mexico, we just call this a standoff. (CROWD CHEERING) (CROWD EXCLAIMING) (SCREAMING) (GRUNTING) SCOTT: Brett, you okay? Coach: Okay, back off! (GROANING) Coach: Back off! Scott: How hard did you h*t him? Liam: I didn't. (PANTING) He h*t me. Stiles: Ow. (BREATHES DEEPLY) Scott: Close your eyes. Liam: (CRIES OUT) Ow. (GROANING) (BRETT SCREAMING) MAN: All right, Brett, we're gonna pick you up now. (GROANING) Scott: Are you cut? Did Garret cut you? Liam: No, no. I'm okay. Scott: Then he missed. Liam: What do you mean? Scott: It's you, Liam. You're the one he's after. (SNIFFS) Malia: Lydia, what if it's like Algebra? Lydia: What do you mean? Malia: What if the numbers are actually letters? Lydia: Oh, God... Liam: I talked to Coach. I'm out for the rest of the game. What are you gonna do? Scott: I don't know. Something's still not right. We're missing something. Stiles: Guys. Lydia just broke another third of the list. Liam: Am I on it? Stiles: No. But someone else is. (BREATHING HEAVILY) Brett: What did you do to me? Violet: You were cut with a poisoned blade. It was laced with wolfsbane. It won't k*ll you. But this will. (SIZZLING) Brett: Why? Why are you doing this? Violet: Because you're worth a lot of money, Brett. (SIZZLING) Deputy Parrish: Sorry, I was just seeing if you guys were okay. You need a ride home? Lydia: Uh, no. We'll be fine. (DOOR CLOSES) (PANTING) (GRUNTS) (GASPS) (CHUCKLES) Violet: He said we shouldn't try. But now I've got you. I got an Alpha. (GRUNTS) (STRAINING) (GASPS) Scott: I think you better call your Dad. Araya: The girl we hired to find Kate hasn't responded in days. You know her, don't you? Chris: Braeden. Araya: Well, maybe your sister got to her. Maybe k*lled her. Maybe we should stop hiring other people to do our work.Maybe we do it ourselves. (SIGHS) Araya: We're hunters, Christopher. All of us. We follow a code. Severo, what is our code? Severo: We hunt those who hunt us. Araya: Christopher? What is our code? (WHISPERS) Say it with me. We hunt those who hunt us. What is our code? Remind him, Severo. Severo: We hunt those who hunt us. Araya: Say it, Christopher. Say it for your wife, Victoria. For your daughter, Allison. Say the code. Speak the words. Say it! What is our code? Chris: We hunt those who hunt us.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "04x05 - I.E.D."}

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Previously on Teen Wolf... Scott: Liam, I've got a Beta. Like, right now I could use a training manual. Violet: I don't know why we're going after a Beta when there's an Alpha on the field. Garrett: Because an entire pack of Alphas went after McCall and he was the one left standing. Derek: Kate was here for this. Peter: That little pendant is training wheels. Derek: What are you gonna do when you find her? Chris: Do what's necessary. Man on Cassette : Eventually settling in a small town in Northern California, this family used their wealth to rebuild the community around them while remaining isolated from it. This was sometimes more a choice than a necessity as not all of their children would become werewolves. The ones that did, these born wolves, had to be trained. They needed to learn control. They had a practice from the training of Betas. The tradition passed out through generations, and involved the use of a sacred object called a Triskelion. Without control... v*olence... Extreme v*olence... Is inevitable. Kate: Big fancy g*n... Coded death lists... So-called assassins. And not one of you can answer the simplest question. Who's paying the bills? So I'll ask again. Who is The Benefactor? Assassin: I swear to God I've never seen him, never spoken to him... Kate: I know. See, everybody says the same thing. They don't know who he is. Where he is. "It's all done electronically. I can't help you." "Please, I'm bleeding to death. Please stop, it hurts." Assassin: Then what do you want with me? Kate: It's been a long time since someone's made me a mix tape. You got one too, didn't you? Assassin: No, no... But I... But I know who did. They look like kids. Like teenagers. They're called The Orphans... Wait! Wait! I'll tell you about them. I'll tell you everything. Just wait... Coach: Guys, back off. You can get your gear tomorrow. If anybody sees Garrett, you notify the police immediately. Then tell him he's off the damn team. Scott: Dad, really. I'm okay. Agent McCall: I should've been here. And I said I would be at the games. Scott: Well, I mean this was just a pre-season scrimmage. I didn't even tell you about it. Agent McCall: But I promised your mom I'd be around so she could pick up some double shifts at the hospital. I should've been here. Scott: You're here now. Violet: Jordan Parrish? Deputy Parrish: Deputy Parrish. Agent Mccall: Sheriff, what is that? Is that the w*apon? Sheriff: Yeah. It's a thermo-cut wire. Agent Mccall: Parrish, hold up. Scott: Where's Kira? Liam: She took off. Stiles told her about Lydia cracking the second part of the d*ad Pool. Scott: Her mom's on it. Liam: Everyone's on it. Scott: You're not. Liam: Not yet. There's still another third, right? Agent Mccall: Thermo-cut wire's... a very unusual w*apon, Violet. Now, we've got a file at the bureau on something similar. Used in over a dozen m*rder. Violet: I don't know what you're talking about. I just go to school here. Agent Mccall: Maybe we should call your parents then. Oh, no... That's right. You don't have any parents. That's why they call you The Orphans. We need to find her boyfriend, Garrett. Sheriff: Coach, I'm gonna need both their locker numbers. And someone find me a set of bolt cutters. Stiles: What the hell is happening to this kid? Derek: He's been poisoned by a rare wolfsbane. I need to make an incision and you need to hold him as still as possible. Stiles: Hey, Derek, how about a little werewolf strength? Derek: Yeah, I'm not the only one here with werewolf strength. Deaton: If you can't hold him still, the incision might k*ll him. Stiles: Derek, he's slipping. I don't think I can hold him. Ah! Peter: I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself. Derek: Yeah, maybe more than a little. Stiles: Hey, Doc, I don't think he's breathing. Is he okay? Deaton: I think he'll be fine, but probably out for a while. Stiles: Guys, can you hear that? I think he's saying something. Brett: The sun... The moon... The truth... The sun... The moon... The truth... Deaton: Three things cannot long be hidden. The sun, the moon, and the truth. It's Buddhist. Peter: Satomi. Liam: I think someone's coming. Hurry. You find anything? Scott: No. Nothing. Melissa: I know that I'm a month late. Three months? Oh. Are you sure it's three months? Okay, I understand. Um, but if you could just turn the power back on even for a few hours, that would be really great. I have a refrigerator full of food that's going to go bad. And, obviously, I don't have the money to run out and replace $300 worth of groceries. So... I am more than happy to beg. Mason: It's not just that we were friends with them. They were using us for their cover. I mean, professional K*llers were using us. How are you not freaking out about that? Liam: Trust me, I'm freaking out about a lot. Mason: Liam, slow down. Liam! Hey, Liam. Garret: Hey, Liam. Sorry about missing movie night. Don't worry. I got something else planned. Ms Flemming: Has anyone seen Stiles, Lydia or Kira today? Malia. Any idea where your friends are? Malia: I could try catching their scent. Ms Flemming: Right. How about I just mark them down as absent. Derek: Malia. Ms Flemming: Okay, everyone, let's begin with last night's homework. Derek: Malia. Ms Flemming: Malia. Do you need to be excused from class? Malia: Yeah. What are you doing here? Derek: Brett's still out of it. I need to find his pack and warn them about the d*ad Pool. Malia: So what do you need me for? Derek: I know a little something about this pack. They have a kind of secret meeting place in the woods. No one's spent more time in the woods of Beacon Hills than you. This is Brett's. Breathe it in. Malia: I'm not good at that yet. Derek: Try it. I'll teach you. Focus on the different scents. Some are tied to identity. Others give off an emotion. Deputy Parrish: Your dad should be back within the hour. You want to wait in his office? Stiles: Actually, we want to talk to you. Lydia: Privately. Deputy Parrish: This is a h*t list? Stiles: We call it a d*ad Pool. Recognize any of the names? Deputy Parrish: Yeah. The Sheriff had me run a bunch of these through the system last night. But we couldn't find any of them. Stiles: Show him the other thing. Deputy Parrish: Okay. That's kind of terrifying. What's the number? Lydia: That's how much you're worth. Deputy Parrish: I'm worth five dollars? Stiles: Five million. Deputy Parrish: I only make 40,000 a year. Maybe I should k*ll myself. I don't get it. Why... Why am I on this? Stiles: Honestly, that might be a question for another day. Right now, there's still another third of the list we gotta crack. Lydia: We need the third cipher key. But we need help getting it. Deputy Parrish: From who? Lydia: Meredith. Deputy Pariish: The girl from Eichen? The last time you saw her, you almost gave her a nervous breakdown. Lydia: Uh... Almost. Coach: Sorry, guys, Liam skipped my class. Maybe he's sick. Like me. Mason: Liam didn't look sick on our run. Scott: He's not getting back to any of my texts. Mason: Mine either. Scott: Yeah, don't worry. I'll find him. But text me if you see him. Mason: All right. Scott: Liam? Garrett: Sounds like you already know the answer to that, Scott. Scott: Where is he? Garrett: Come on. Like I'm actually going to tell you that? Scott: I'll give you the money. Garrett: Yeah, you will. But that's not going to get you Liam back. You're going to have to put in a little more effort than that. Scott: What do you want? Garrett: I want the money. And Violet. Or you never see Liam again. Scott: Okay, what do you want? You want me to go to Stilinski? I can do that. Or I can talk to my father. He's an FBI agent. Garrett: You think I want you talking to anyone with a badge? I'm not getting help from a werewolf because I want him to talk to someone. Scott: Then what am I supposed to do? Garrett: They are transferring Violet to a federal facility. You are not gonna let that happen. Scott: How? Garrett: They're going to put her in a car. We're going to follow it. We get ahead of it. You stop it. Scott: You want me to att*ck a car? That's your plan? Garrett: You're an Alpha. If you can't stop one little car, then one little Beta is going to die. s*ab your boy with a blade dipped in wolfsbane. Once it gets to the heart... Bad things happen. Liam: Help. Scott. Is anybody there? Somebody help me, please. Answer me! Help me! Help... Scott! Scott, help me, please. Help! Derek: Their Alpha is a woman named Satomi. She's one of the oldest werewolves alive. And she's learned a lot. Malia: What does that mean? Derek: She's a bitten werewolf. Learning control wasn't easy for her. She did something a long time ago that changed her. What is it? Malia: g*n powder. Derek: If Brett's pack is out here, I don't think they're meeting. They're hiding. Agent Mccall: We're taking her now. Scott: Dad, isn't that a little dangerous? I mean, Garrett's still out there. Maybe we should let someone else do it. Agent Mccall: I appreciate the concern, but after what happened with Katashi and losing evidence off an armored truck, I'm not letting this out of my sight. And if you're still worried, you should know I've got Beacon Hills' finest coming with us. Scott: This is not going to work. Garrett: All you have to do is stop the car. I'll take care of the rest. Stiles: Oh, no, not this guy. Brunski: What the hell are we running here? A bed and breakfast? We do not just open the door for anyone with a badge. Deputy Parrish: We need to talk to Meredith Walker. It involves a m*rder investigation. Brunski: Well, you can talk to her all you want, but these two, especially that one... They're outta here. Deputy Parrish: They're crucial witnesses in an ongoing investigation. I wouldn't have brought them here if it wasn't absolutely... Crucial. Brunski: Okay, Deputy. How about you come back with a court order, then I'll listen. As for you, Mr. Stilinski, how about you come back with payment in full. That's right. Daddy may be the Sheriff, but he's late on the bills. I guess those government jobs aren't as reliable as they used to be, huh? Deputy Parrish: But they do help when you need a favor. Like, how a month ago, Canaan P.D. helped you get home after bl*wing 0.1 on a breathalyzer. Stiles: No... Brunski: All right. I'm not against a little quid pro quo. Not at all. Not at all. Stiles: You. You, I like you. I'm gonna keep you. Garrett: There's a stop sign half a mile ahead. Scott: So I take out the tires with my claws? Garrett: Teeth, claws, heat vision, whatever. Just stop them. You ready? Scott: Stop! Stop the car! Dad! Sheriff: Scott... Scott: She's not in the car. Violet's gone. Sheriff: Scott, listen to me. They're still here. They're still here. Garrett: You want me? Come on. Come and get me. Come and get me. Yeah, that's right! You're not so big. You're not so big... Sheriff: Scott! Lydia: Meredith, what you mean you can't tell us? Stiles: We just need the third key. You can give it to us in numbers, letters, hieroglyphs. Whatever you want. Meredith: I can't. Lydia: Then why did you give us the second key? Meredith: I wanted to help. That's what I want to do. I want to help. Lydia: Great. So help us now. Okay? Give us the third cipher key. Meredith/b]: Things have changed. I... I can't. Stiles: Why not? Deputy Parrish: Guys, go easy on her. Meredith: I'm sorry. I can't. He... He doesn't want me to. Stiles: He? Who's he? Lydia: Meredith, who doesn't want you to tell us the third cipher key? Meredith: The Benefactor. Deaton: Hey, there. I was actually hoping you would be out for a few more minutes. Chris: Scott. This is going to hurt.You all right? Scott: Where's my dad and the Sheriff? Deaton: They're at the hospital. They're both doing fine. Hold this. Scott: Mmm-hmm. It was Kate. It was her and the Berserkers. Chris: We know. But they move fast. And they don't leave much in the way of tracks. Scott: We have to find her. She's got Violet. I think Violet knows where Liam is. Deaton: Then as much as this hurt, it could probably also help. Derek: Can you get a scent? Malia: I'm sorry. Derek: There's nothing to be sorry about. If they don't want to be found, then we're not going to find them. Some werewolves have an ability. A kind of mastery over their bodies where they can actually inhibit their scent. Malia: They can hide from other werewolves? Derek: From anyone who's trying to find them. Malia: So that's why nobody knew about Brett. Derek: Same with Demarco. Malia: Maybe we need to try something different. Maybe we need to think like Stiles. Derek: Like a hyperactive spaz? Malia: Like a detective. If they're really Buddhists, then maybe instead of asking where werewolves hide, we should be asking... Derek: Where would Buddhists hide. When Buddha sat under the Bodhi tree, he looked to the east for enlightenment. Malia: Is there some kind of eastern point in Beacon Hills? Derek: Yeah. At Lookout Point. Liam: No, no, no, no, no! Come on! Scott: You did that. You went right through it. Liam: I jumped through the window? Scott: The cuts healed while you were changing. Liam: I guess that's one good thing. Scott: For you. For someone else it could be really bad. We need to figure out how you can get a grip on this. Liam: I've been trying to do that for years. Scott: What does your dad say? Liam: He says when kids get angry they deal with it in one of two ways. They either hurt themselves or they hurt someone else. Lydia: What's his name? You could just tell us his name. Stiles: Okay, you're shaking your head. What's that mean? Does that mean you don't know? Or you don't want to help us? Meredith: I can't... I can't help anymore. Lydia: How do you know about him? Deputy Parrish: Guys, I think we better stop. Lydia: Meredith, a lot of people are going to die if you don't tell us. Meredith: I don't... I don't know. I don't know. Lydia: Please... Meredith, it's okay. You're gonna be all right. Please. Meredith: I don't... I don't... I don't know. Deputy Parrish: Meredith. Meredith: I said, I don't know! Scott: You've been here before? Chris: I worked here. We used to own the building. It was part of our business. Scott: I've fought these things before. They're strong. Really strong. Chris: That's why I brought this. Scott: I'm good with that. Derek: Malia? Malia: You don't smell that? Derek: Wait for me. Right here. Kate: You shouldn't have come. Scott: Kate. I'm here for Violet. I need to talk to her. Kate: I knew you'd find me. But... I was hoping we could do this later. I just needed a little more time. Chris: For what? Kate: To learn control. Lower the g*n. We walk away. And you don't have to get hurt. Scott: Where's Violet? Kate: Put the g*n down, Chris. Scott: Where is she? No, no! No, no, stop! No! Malia: What happened? Derek: I think they might have been poisoned. Malia: That's great. If assassins with g*n don't get you, then the ones with wolfsbane poison will. Or maybe one with no mouth. Maybe we should all be running from Beacon Hills. Running for our lives. As fast as we can. Scott: Ah! Kate: No! Chris: Scott... Scott. I'm sorry. Scott: I'm not going to find him. Chris: There's still time, Scott. There's still time. Stiles: Okay, well, we know one thing. Both of the first two keys, Allison and Aiden, they're both names of the d*ad. Right? Lydia: But we've already tried every other d*ad person's name we could think of. And if you haven't noticed, there were a lot of tries. Stiles: Yeah, I noticed. You okay? Lydia: The only other Banshee I've ever met. And I think I might have just drove her over the edge. Stiles: Lydia, it wasn't your fault. I was there, too. And you're probably not the only... Hold on. Banshees predict death. Right? So what if the third key is someone who isn't d*ad... Lydia: But will be. Call Parrish. We need to call Parrish. Scott: You're okay, Liam. You're okay. Lydia: What are you talking about? Deputy Parrish: Lydia, Meredith's gone. They found her an hour ago in her room. She hung herself. I'm sorry. Scott: I don't want to keep watching people die. Chris: I'm not sure you have much choice about that. Scott: Maybe I do. Deaton: That's a lot of burden to carry, Scott. Scott: I don't care. No one else dies. Everyone on that list. Everyone on that d*ad Pool. It doesn't matter if they're wendigos, or werewolves, or whatever. I'm gonna save everyone. Stiles: You counted it yet? Scott: No. Stiles: We should probably count it. Peter: I suppose you're hiding down here because it'll cover your scent. But I can smell a rat. Even in a sewer. It's getting worse, isn't it? The surges of anger. The loss of control. You know, I used to get angry. As a kid, I would even break my own toys in little fits of rage. And then I asked myself, "Why break your own toys when you can break someone else's?" Kate: Stop pitching and just tell me what you want. Peter: Obviously, we're in a position of mutually assured destruction. Kate: Oh, I'm not so sure the scales are that balanced. Peter: Probably true. But... I know you want to get the family back together again. The return of the Argents to their glorious power. Am I right? But you know, you can't go back unless you can exhibit absolute and total control. I can offer control. I can teach you. Kate: So, you're willing to teach me in order to get what you want. Which is what? Peter: Obviously, I want my money back. Kate: Mmm-mmm. That's not it. Maybe part of it. But that's not all you want. Peeter: I need the money. Yes. But I'll admit, money only gets you so far. What I want is what I've always wanted. Power.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "04x06 - Orphaned"}

foreverdreaming

Previously on Teen Wolf... Derek: I know a little about this pack. Their Alpha is a woman named Satomi. They have a kind of secret meeting place in the woods. (GROANING) Deputy Parrish: Meredith's gone. They found her an hour ago in her room. Kira: Peter and Malia? Lydia: Father and daughter. Stiles: We should probably count it. (SNARLING) (SIGHS) (SNARLING CONTINUES) MAN ON TAPE: After entering the IP address, you will be connected through a Darknet portal to an untraceable bank. Once logged in, enter your account number to receive wire transfers. The IP address will deactivate with each transfer. You will be assigned a new IP address if you choose to continue down the list. Remember, visual confirmation is always required for payment. Stiles: You ever made a wire transfer? Scott: Never had enough money. Stiles: So you didn't understand a word of that either? Scott: I don't understand any of this. Why would someone use all this money just to k*ll us? Stiles: Someone wants you d*ad, dude. Badly. Whoa, whoa, what are you doing? Scott: It's late. We've got the PSATs in the morning. Stiles: No, I meant the money. $500,000. You know how much money that is? Scott: It's 500,000... Stiles: It's half a million dollars. Scott. What are you going to do, just slide it under your mattress? Scott: I have to talk to Derek. The money's his. Stiles: You mean his and Peter's. Scott: What does that mean? Stiles: It means maybe we should proceed with caution. Scott: You don't think we should tell Derek? Stiles: No. No. (SIGHS) No, of course we have to tell him. I'm just... I'm just saying, some of that money's Peter's, right? Scott: Yeah. Stiles: Right? Peter. Homicidal k*ller? Remember? You want to give $500,000 to him. Scott: So we should give Derek his money back. But not Peter? Stiles: I didn't say that. Scott: Stiles, what are you saying? (BANGING) Malia: We found Satomi's pack. Derek and I. But they're d*ad. Scott: All of them? Malia: All the ones we found. Stiles: Then where's Derek? Derek: She's been sh*t! I think she's dying. Deaton: You could have called, Satomi- san. (INDISTINCT CHATTERING) KIra: Where's Lydia? Stiles: She's took it her freshman year. Malia: Does that mean I could have taken it some other time? Scott: Malia, you studied harder for this than any of us. Malia: Doesn't mean I'm gonna do good. Stiles: Well... Malia: Well, what? Stiles: It's do well, not good. Malia: Oh, God! Okay, okay. Scott: You're doing this, because while we're trying not to die, we still need to live. If I survive high school, I'd like to go to college. A good college. Kira: It's only three hours. We can survive three hours. (MUSIC PLAYING) Ms Martin: Cell phone in the envelope, Scott. You'll get it back after the test. Simon: Please do not open the test booklet until you are instructed to do so. This test is two hours and 10 minutes. There will be two 25-minute critical reading sections, two 25-minute math sections and an essay writing portion that will last 30 minutes. There are supposed to be two teachers monitoring this exam. Ms Martin: I know. It's Coach. He's not exactly punctual. Um, let me just try him again. (CELL PHONE BEEPING) Ms Martin: Oh, no. (WHISPERING) Hey, get up. (GROANING) Hey. Oh, Bobby. 15 years sober and you fall off the wagon at school? Coach, look at me. It's Natalie. Coach: (MUTTERING) Ms Martin: Forget it. I'll bring you some coffee during one of the breaks. 15 years, Bobby. I can't find him, but Mr. Yukimura is upstairs grading papers. Do you want me to try him? Simon: We have to start. We can ask for his assistance during the first break. You may now open your test booklets and begin. (MUSIC PLAYING) Ms Martin: Sydney! Are you all right? Sydney: I'm okay. I just got kind of dizzy. Ms Martin: Sydney, how long have you had this? Sydney: I don't know. Ms. Martin, do I need to stop the test? Ms Martin: No, um, it's fine. Everybody stay in your seats. I'll, um, be back in a minute. Nobody leaves the room. (DOOR OPENS) (GASPS) (CELL PHONE BEEPING) Ms Martin: Get back! No! Do not come in here! Get back outside! Back to your seats. Now. Please. I need the number of the CDC. Yes, the Center for Disease Control. Sheriff: Excuse me. Can anyone tell me what we're dealing with here? C.D.C.: Hopefully a false alarm. The details provided have concerned us and your local health authorities enough to order a quarantine. We're going to need your help ensuring that no one gets in or out of the school. Sheriff: My son is in there. C.D.C.: Is this gonna be a conflict for you? Sheriff: Conflict? No. Stressful? Yeah. All right. What happens now? Ms Martin: We isolate the sick and then we wait for instructions. If I'm wrong, they'll be out of here pretty quickly, and then I'm the crazy biology teacher who panicked for nothing. (EXHALES LOUDLY) Scott: Hey. You're gonna be okay. Sydney: It's not that. The PSATs, the qualifying tests for the National Merit Scholarship. My parents can't afford to send me to college without it. Scott: Well, I'm sure they'll let you take it again. Stiles: Bet they're thinking smallpox. Simon: Not likely. Smallpox was eradicated worldwide in 1979. We've only managed to completely eradicate two viruses in history. The other was rinderpest. It k*lled cows. Stiles: So we should be comforted by that, right? Simon: Unless it's something worse. (CHATTER OVER RADIO) Malia: Whatever it is, they're taking it pretty seriously. They're a lot of cars and trucks out there. Sheriff: We're doing the best we can. Malia: Your dad's with them. Stiles: Hey, I should probably call him. Simon: Don't bother. They would have shut off any access to all outside communication by now. No cell service, no WiFi. No one starting a panic. Looks like we're all just going to have to wait here and see what happens. Deaton: How does it begin? Satomi: With fever. Then shifting becomes uncontrollable. Fangs, claws, even full, unwarranted transformations. We moved into the woods when that began. Then it progressed faster and faster. They couldn't stand. But worse than that was this sudden blindness. Deaton: Total? Satomi: They couldn't see a thing. From there, they had only a few minutes left. Deaton: I'm going to be honest, Satomi. We need to get him to a hospital. Satomi: That's never really been an option for our kind. Unless you know something I don't. Deaton: Not something, but someone. (ELEVATOR DINGS) (SOBBING) (DOOR OPENS) Derek: What's that? Melissa: Naloxone. We need to wake her up. Derek: I thought you said she needed to rest. Melissa: That was before I found out the CDC just put the high school under quarantine with Scott and Stiles still in there. (GASPS) (GROANS) Melissa: Braeden, look at me. You were sh*t, but you're in the hospital now and you're fine. Do you understand? Good. Okay. Last night you were in the woods and you came across another pack? Do you know what happened to them? Derek: I told you, they were poisoned. Braeden: No. No, they were infected. It was a virus designed to k*ll werewolves. It did. It k*lled them all. Ms Martin: Scott? You've been in there a long time, you all right? Hey, you need to come back with the others. (KNOCKING CONTINUES) Lydia: All right, Meredith. I'm not sure how to do this. I'm not a psychic. And apparently I'm not much of a banshee either. But I'm trying to help my friends. I don't know if you can hear me. Or, uh, what I'm supposed to ask you. But if I have this thing, it's got to work some of the time. It's gotta help someone. Maybe what I really wanted to say was... I'm sorry. I wish I could have helped you. I'm sorry. (GROANING) Scott: Get Stiles. (INDISTINCT CHATTERING) Malia: Kira, do you ever get the feeling that Scott and Stiles aren't telling you everything? Kira: What do you mean? Malia: Like they hide stuff. Kira: I think if they did, they'd probably have a pretty good reason. Malia: Do you know what they're hiding in the bag under Scott's bed? Kira: What? No, I've never been under Scott's bed. Or in it. Just on it... Wearing clothes. C.D.C. Doctor: Kira Yukimura. You feeling all right, Kira? I don't like needles either. I promise, it'll be fast. (ELECTRICITY CRACKLES) Malia: Kira. Kira! C.D.C.: Excuse me. Careful, Doctor. Slowly... Sheriff: What happened in there? - C.D.C. Doctor: I don't know, must have been static electricity. C.D.C. Employ: Any breach of the interior layer, doctor? C.D.C. Doctor: It's okay, it just broke the top layer. Agent McCall: Any verdict on what we're dealing with yet? - My son's in there. C.D.C. Doctor: Your son and his son. Great. You can debrief each other. Agent McCall: I heard smallpox. Any truth to that? Sheriff: You want my opinion? I don't think the Orphans were the only professional K*llers in Beacon Hills. Mr Yukimura: It's still happening. Malia: I can't make them go back. Mr Yukimura/b]: Obviously the virus is affecting the two of you in a way it won't h*t any human being. Stiles: You guys have to stay out of sight. We have to quarantine you from the quarantine. Kira: Yeah, but where? I mean, what if they get violent? Like on a full moon. Scott: We shouldn't stay in here. Not in the locker room. Malia: A classroom is not going to hold us. Kira: What about the basement? Scott: Too many ways out. We need something secure. Somewhere nobody can find us. Stiles: The vault. Scott: The Hale vault. The Hales always have an escape route. Like their house. There has to be another way in. Stiles: This is where the school sign is, so the vault's got to be right about here. Mr Yukimura/b]: I suppose if there's a second entrance, it would probably be accessible from the basement. Stiles: It's probably somewhere in this hallway. West corridor. Whoa. MR. YUKIMURA: It's happening to you too. You're getting sick. You all are. Kira: I don't feel sick. Mr Yukimura: I think it's affecting you differently, neurologically. I found your test answers here in a pile with the others. Stiles: Hey, guys... Over here. Look at the cracks in the wall. It's like the entrance outside, it only opens with claws. Anyone's claws, right? Scott: Um... Malia, can you try? Malia: Why me? Scott: I don't have control. Malia: Okay. I'll do it. But first tell me what you've been hiding from me. (STAMMERS) Malia: I know you think you're trying to protect me, but I can handle it. I know I'm on the list. Stiles: Yes... Malia: So how much? Stiles: How much what? Malia: How much am I worth? Scott: Four million. Stiles: Are you okay? Kira: Yeah. Scott's worth 25, Kira, six. They'll take you guys out way before me. Stiles: (WHISPERING) That's progress. That's progress. (STONE SCRAPING) Melissa/b]: Okay. This isn't happening at the school, is it? Deaton: School? It's Saturday. Melissa: They're taking the PSATs. Satomi: I think we need to hurry. (ELEVATOR DINGS) (CHOKING) (SOBBING) Stiles: You know, this is where it all started. That's where the money was. 117 million in bearer bonds. [bKira: How do you even change bearer bonds into cash? Stiles: Bank, I guess. They just let it sit here the whole time collecting dust. You know bearer bonds are basically extinct? Kira: Why does it matter? Stiles: You know how many problems that money could solve? Kira: For you? Stiles: Me. My dad... The Eichen House and MRI bills are crushing him. Scott: Mom does this thing, she writes down all the items in our budget, and how much they cost, then she adds them all up and figures out how long we have until... We lose the house. Lydia: Sheriff! Sheriff! Sheriff: Whoa, hey! I know this girl, let her in. Lydia: (EXHALES) My mom's in there. What's happening? Sheriff: We're working on it. Stiles: Anything? Scott: They're looking for us. Someone's going to have to go out there. (WHISPERING) We need to tell her the truth about Peter. She's going to see the rest of the d*ad pool eventually. Stiles: Try to remember that Peter is the one name missing on that list. Which either makes him incredibly lucky with a benefactor, she finds out about him she's going to go to him, you know she is. And then he's going to twist his way into her head like he does with everyone. Including us. We let him walk around like nothing ever happened, like he's one of the good guys... Scott, he's not one of the good guys. If she finds out about him, she's gone. That's probably what he's waiting for and if he wins, we lose. Scott: We're already losing. (SAW WHIRRING) (FLESH SQUISHING) Deaton: I think I know what this is. Unfortunately, if I'm right, and Scott and the rest are infected, it's not good. They're going to die without an antidote. Stiles: Malia... Malia. Malia/b]: Mmm. Stiles: I gotta leave for a few, okay? Malia: Where are you going? Stiles: Whatever's happening, it's worse for you guys. That means it's not just people getting sick, it's another assassin. (SIGHS) (BREATHING HEAVILY) Stiles: Here. (SNIFFLING) Malia: You're coming back, right? Stiles: Yeah. Yeah, I'd never leave you behind. (STONE SCRAPING) (BRAEDEN CLEARS THROAT) Braeden: What are you still doing here? Derek: I'm protecting my investment. Got a lot of money riding on you. (KNOCKING ON DOOR) Melissa: Derek. I think there's someone here you've been trying to find. Sheriff: Lydia... As all this is still very new to me, and I don't know how it works, I still have to ask. Do you have any kind of... Indication? Any kind of feeling about this? Is someone in there going to die? Lydia: Yes. And it's not just a feeling. Deaton: It's a variant of canine distemper. A few years ago, an outbreak in Yellowstone k*lled 40% of the wolf population. Melissa: What's it going to do to our wolf population? Deaton: Well, it's been altered to infect quite a bit faster. Derek: You mean it's been w*apon? Satomi: It infected my whole pack. Deaton: Everyone except for you. That's the real question. Did you not get infected? Or are you immune? Ms Martin: Stiles, you're not looking so good, maybe you ought to lie down. Stiles: It's okay, have you seen Mr. Yukimura? Ms Martin: Yeah, he's fine, he's helping the other students. Stiles: Okay. Is Coach the only adult who got sick today? Ms Martin: As far as I know. Stiles: Why is he... Ms Martin: Stiles? I think you should lie down. Stiles: Yeah, no, it's okay. I'll be back, I'll be right back. Deaton: If your pack was infected, then who was doing all the sh**ting at the entrance to the woods? Satomi: Apparently another assassin. Personally, I'd rather face a g*n than a variant of smallpox. Melissa: Sounds like you're going to get plenty of chances. Satomi: Sorry. I just noticed how much you remind me of Talia. I used to visit her a lot, you know. Do you remember me? Derek: I remember the tea. You always brought that tea that smelled terrible. Satomi: I brought that tea as a gift. Your mother loved it. Deaton: What kind of tea? Satomi: What? Deaton: The tea with the smell, what kind was it? Satomi: Reishi. Wild purple reishi. It's very rare. Deaton: It's also a very powerful emedy for sickness. Satomi, you didn't get infected because you've been inoculated. Melissa: Okay, okay. How rare is it? Can we find it? Derek: We don't have to. My mother kept some of it. It's in our vault. (PANTING) Scott: Malia... Malia? (PANTING) Malia: I can't see. I can't see anything. (PANTING) Simon: I was wondering how that idiot got sick. I'm also wondering where your friends are. Since in order to get paid by the benefactor, I need to have proof they're d*ad. Stiles: Visual confirmation. Simon: Exactly. Coach: (PANTING) What the hell is going on? Ms Martin: The lesions are gone. Sydney: Can I take the test again now? (CHUCKLES) Ms Martin: They're getting better. They're all getting better. (INDISTINCT CHATTER) (DOOR OPENS) Malia: What's happening to us? Kira: Scott? I can't... I can't see... Simon: Still a bit feverish, Mr. Stilinski. But you should know something, the virus doesn't k*ll humans, you'll get better. So don't you think you should tell me where they are? Shouldn't one of you get to live? Stiles: I think I saw them in the library. Or it might've been the cafeteria. It was definitely one of those two. Simon: I'm going to count to three, and then I'm going to k*ll you. Stiles: Think you can scare me? Simon: No, I think I can k*ll you. I just thought the countdown would make it more exciting. So... One... Two... (g*n) (SPITTING) (PANTING) Stiles: Where the hell did you come from? Agent McCall: Stiles, listen. I got a call from Melissa. I don't know what it means. She said there's an antidote. It's in a vault, reishi mushrooms. Stiles: Wait, what in a vault? Agent McCall: It's in a jar on one of the shelves. She said to tell Scott, it's in the vault. Derek: I have to get to the school. Satomi: What about the others at Lookout Point? (ELEVATOR DINGS) Satomi: I may have learned to control my anger, but I still know when to use it. Stiled: Hey, Scott? Scotty? In the vault, in there with you. It's called reishi mushrooms. Scott? Scott, open the door! It's in there with you. It's in a jar, it's on one of the shelves. Scott! Scott, can you hear me? (SCREAMS) Kira: Reishi... Scott, I saw it. In a jar on one of the shelves. (WHISPERING) Reishi... (PANTING) (PANTING) (INHALES DEEPLY) (GASPS) (PANTING) Sheriff: Excuse us, excuse us. Pardon me. Lydia: Mom. Mom! Ms Martin: Lydia! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I was just... trying to get a little overtime. (MUSIC PLAYING) Stiles: Hey, Malia?

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "04x07 - w*apon"}

foreverdreaming

Previously on Teen Wolf. Visual confirmation is required for payment. Parrish: Meredith's gone, she hung herself. Stiles: Where the hell did you come from? Lydia: Father and daughter. Scott: We need to tell her the truth. She's going to see the rest of the d*ad pool eventually. Stiles: Malia? (SIGHS) Malia: What? Stiles: I always sleep in the middle of the bed. Malia: Not anymore. Stiles: I know. I'm trying. (SIGHS) Stiles: Yeah. I can't get to sleep unless I'm in the middle. Malia: Then we spoon. Stiles: I can spoon. Okay. I can spoon. SIGHS) Mmm. Malia: What now? Stiles: My arm's falling asleep.vI don't like this. Malia: I'm going to k*ll you. Stiles: I know, I know, I'm sorry. Malia: Okay. Just come here. Stiles: I think this is good. Yeah, this is good. Agent Mccall: Preliminary notes on firearm discharge incident. Assailant armed with sound-suppressor equipped Walther P88... Having heard the perpetrator's thr*at and countdown, I made visual confirmation of the barrel of the w*apon pressed to the potential victim's head. Determining the danger to be imminent, I felt no other choice but to respond with the use of deadly force. Thanks for waiting. I know it's late. Scott: It's okay. It's not like I'm going to be going to school tomorrow anyway. Agent Mccall: Unfortunately, I'm going to have to drive back to San Francisco tonight. I'll need to do a review at the field office. But I'll be back as soon as I can. I might have to miss the first game of the season. Scott: It's no big deal. Agent Mccall: It is to me. I'm keeping my promises this time. What I did, it was necessary. Justifiable. You know that, right? Scott: Have you done it before? Agent Mccall: Two other times. It's not easy, taking a man's life, even someone who forces you to do it. Scott: How do you deal with it? Agent Mccall: You look at it logically. Without emotion. You compartmentalize. Scott: How do you do that? Agent Mccall: I used to do it by drinking. One more thing. When I do come back, we have to talk about some stuff. You and your friends, the way you guys handle things, it doesn't seem to faze you like it should. It's like you guys know something I don't. When I come back, I'd like to be in the know. Kira: Is three enough? Stiles: Depends on how many cameras they have. But I think so. Lydia: Are we really doing this? Scott: We're doing it. Tonight. Liam: But isn't it kind of dangerous? Stiles: It's incredibly dangerous. And borderline idiotic. Liam: Have you guys done something like this before? Stiles: Something dangerous? Or something idiotic? Kira: I think it's a yes to both. Scott: You don't have to be part of it if you don't want to. Liam: I'm not scared. Stiles: Then you're borderline idiotic. If we do this, we don't know what's coming for us. You know that, right? Kira: How do we even know something's definitely coming? Scott: Because the tape from Garrett's bag said visual confirmation required. Stiles: Simon said the same thing. He couldn't get paid by The Benefactor until he had proof that you guys were d*ad. Scott: So the idea is, what if you k*ll someone on the d*ad pool, but you can't send the proof? Kira: You don't get paid. Liam: But how does that get us any closer to The Benefactor? Scott: He still needs to know if the target is really d*ad. Stiles: Especially if it's someone high on the list. Liam: So, if he wants visual confirmation... Scott: He's going to have to come get it himself. (SIREN WAILING) Paramedic: Move, move, move! Nurse: We need ECG. (MAN SPEAKING OVER PA) Nurse: He's flat-lining... Doctor: Get him to trauma 2.Start another IV. (BREATHING HEAVILY) Doctor: Clear! (MONITOR FLATLINING) Doctor: Still asystole. Continue chest compressions and charge to 360. Clear! (BEEPING) Doctor: Nothing. Still asystole. (MONITOR FLATLINING) Doctor: I'm calling it. Time of death 2102 hours. Would someone please page Melissa McCall? Derek: What are you doing? Braeden: Protecting my investment. Derek: Hmm. Braeden: Why aren't you healing? Derek: Some wounds take longer. Braeden: And some leave scars. But not for people like you. So, what's going on? Derek: Maybe I'm just tired. Braeden: Derek. Show me your eyes. Derek: You just saw them. Braeden: Show me your real eyes. Okay. Melissa: Now, why don't you tell me what's really going on? (WOMAN WAILING) Melissa: (CRYING) What happened to my son? (SCREAMING) Liam: Are you guys totally sure about this? Kira: I think Liam's kind of nervous. Maybe you should tell him it's going to be all right. Scott: It's going to be all right. Liam: So, you've done this before, right? Ms Yukimura: I've seen it done. Liam: Is that just as good? Ms Yukimura: No. Kira: Mom, you're not inspiring confidence. Ms Yukimura: Good. This is a terrible idea. Kira: Do you want us to do it without you? Ms Yukimura: Put your hand over his heart. Scott: Hold on. What happens while I'm out? Am I gonna feel anything? Ms Yukimura: It might feel like you're dreaming. Scott: Good dreams or bad? Ms Yukimura: I suppose that depends on you. (BREATHING DEEPLY) (CRACKLING) (GASPING) (GASPS) (SOBBING) (SNIFFS) Melissa: I still hate this plan. I mean this is pretty significantly terrifyingly. He looks d*ad. Ms Yukimura: Give me your hand. Stiles: It's okay. (GASPS) Stiles: Wait for it. (HEART BEATING) Melissa: Is that enough to keep a werewolf alive? Ms Yukimura: Enough for an Alpha. Melissa: How much time do we have? Ms Yukimura: Forty-five minutes. Melissa: What happens after that? Kira: I bring him back the same way. Melissa: No, I mean what happens if he stays like this longer than forty-five minutes? Ms Yukimura: No one's told her? Melissa: What? What happens after forty-five minutes? Ms Yukimura: He dies. Stiles: That's your assassin speak? Chris: I said he's d*ad. What more do you want? Stiles: It was a little dry. You could've said something like, "Target has been neutralized. The crow flies at midnight."That's always cool. Chris: Hmm. (COMPUTER BEEPS) Chris: Type this, "Visual confirmation isn't possible." "Police coming to claim body in forty minutes." Tell him number one on the list is d*ad. I k*lled him. And if the wire transfer isn't completed in forty minutes... Braeden: It's just a graze. But make sure it doesn't get infected. That's probably something you've never had to worry about before, is it? So, it's everything then? No glowing eyes, no healing. Derek: No hearing, speed, everything. Braeden: Strength? Derek: I can still win a fight. (SIGHS) Braeden: You ready? Derek: Mmm-hmm. Braeden: One, two... Derek: (GRUNTS) You cheated. That's cheating... Braeden: I won. When you're a human facing off against the supernatural, you need to bend the rules a little bit. I'm gonna teach you how to bend. (BEEPING) Chris: I'm here. You ready? Try it now. (INHALES SHARPLY) (HEART BEATING RAPIDLY) (PANTING) (GROANS) Liam: Catch! That's why you're team captain. (COMPUTER BEEPING) Scott: I can't do that. I can't k*ll them. Liam: Someone has to. Scott: Why me? Liam: Because you're the Alpha. Scott: I'm not a m*rder. Liam: But you are a predator. Scott: No. We're predators... But we don't have to... We don't have to... (PANTING) (LIAM GROANING) (GRUNTS) Liam: Scott! Scott, please! Scott, help me! (LIAM EXCLAIMING) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) (CELLPHONE VIBRATES) (GRUNTS) (SAFE CREAKS) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) Peter: I've gotta buy a better safe. Ms Yukimura: What about him? Melissa: No, he's in here every week with a new self-diagnosis. Ms Yukimura: Hypochondriac? Melissa: Prescription drug addict. Why are we doing this? Why are we asking them to fight these kinds of fights? Ms Yukimura: Because otherwise we'd be asking them to run and hide. Liam: Is that supposed to look like that? Stiles: No. No, it's not. Kira: Where is that? Stiles: The roof. Someone's gonna have to check it out. Kira: I'll go. Stiles: Whoa, whoa. This might not just be a malfunction. Kira: That's why I'm bringing this. Liam: I'm coming with you. Stiles: Okay. And you're both coming right back. Immediately. (SIGHS) Kids. Peter: I can't let you leave here with that. Malia: Maybe you won't have a choice. Peter: Is that right? Malia: I think I could take you. Peter: You've heard rumors I'm not as strong as I used to be. Malia: Something like that. Peter: I said you can't leave with it. I didn't say you couldn't read it. (FLOORBOARDS CREAKING) (GASPING) Ms Martin: Oh, God. Lydia: Mom! What are you doing? Ms Martin: What are you doing? (SIGHS) Lydia: Nothing. And how did you know I was here? Did you follow me? Ms Martin: No, I'm getting ready for the Open House tomorrow. Lydia: The Open House is next week. Ms Martin: Okay, I followed you. Honey, you come up here every weekend, sometimes even during the week, and as far as I can tell, there's no boy involved, so I really have no clue what you're up to. Lydia: I'm trying to figure something out. Something important. And honestly, Mom, you don't need to be involved in every single detail of my life. Ms Martin: No. But I'd like to help if I can. Lydia: Do you know her? Ms Martin: Meredith Walker. Liam: Catch! That's why you're the Alpha. There's something different, isn't there? Scott: I've got more fangs. I noticed it during the quarantine. I don't know why. Liam: Maybe it's part of being an Alpha. Like you're becoming more of a werewolf. Scott: Or more of a monster. Liam: What if it makes you stronger? What if it's like you're growing? (THUDS) The Mute: Evolving. (SHUDDERING) Liam: Looks like someone did something to it. (GROWLING) Kira: I think somebody did... Stiles: The power's out in the whole building. I lost all the cameras. Chris: Stay with Scott. Text me if you see or hear anything. Braeden: This is a Sig Sauer P2269mm. Derek: I don't like g*n. Braeden: That's because you've never learned to use one. Derek: Or because I've been sh*t. Repeatedly. Braeden: You'll like this one. The legal clip size in California is ten. You always want to remember how many sh*ts you f*re. Running out of b*ll*ts can get you k*lled. It also makes you look stupid. But using a g*n isn't just about learning how to point and sh**t. Derek: Why's that? Braeden: Because an average person can move twenty-one feet in one-point-five seconds. If they have a Kn*fe, they can gut you before you can pull and f*re. So with a g*n, you need distance. Go for it. Pull the g*n on me. Derek: So, yeah. Braeden: Wanna try again? Derek: Mmm-hmm. (CLEARS THROAT) Derek: One more time. Braeden: I could do this all day. You cheated. Derek: I'm learning to bend. (MUSIC PLAYING) Peter: You wanna talk about it? See a family counselor? Malia: There's nothing in there. Peter: Cost me a lot of money to get that file. Malia: You got ripped off. Peter: You know what happens when you only hear one side of a story? You've only heard one side of the story. (GROWLING) (ROARING) (GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) (GROWLING) Kira's Voice: It's a good plan. You're not worried, are you? Scott: Just thinking. Kira: About what? Scott: That we've never actually been on a real date. Kira: There hasn't been time. Scott: We could make time. Kira: Even though people are dying all around us? Scott: Okay. Maybe after that. Kira: We could see a movie. Haven't seen a movie in forever. Scott: That sounds like a plan. Kira: It's a good plan. Liam: Kira! Kira! Get up! Kira! Kira! Get up! Ms Yukimura: I'm guessing the power doesn't go out often in this hospital. Melissa: Only when under att*ck by supernatural creatures. Stiles: Come on, come on. Answer the phone. Answer the phone, Argent. Come on, Argent, answer the phone. Why are you not answering the phone? (GRUNTING) Chris: I was right. Stiles, get out of here. Kate: Get out of the way, Stiles. I'm taking the body. Stiles: Why? Visual confirmation? Kate: Don't worry, handsome. I'm not The Benefactor. Chris: Then what do you want with the body? Kate: I wish I could tell you. (GRUNTING) Kate: I always forget you carry two. Malia: You m*rder people. Not k*lled. m*rder. Peter: There were extenuating circumstances. Malia: Like what? The f*re? Peter: A f*re that nearly b*rned me alive. Six years in a coma. Do you know what that's like for one of us? It's not a pleasant sleep. Imagine it. Being trapped in your body, but still being fully cognizant. Unable to do anything other than listen to your own thoughts slowly driving you absolutely and totally insane, minute-by-minute, day-by-day. Yes, I've done horrible, terrible things. And so have a lot of people. And horrible, terrible things are going to keep happening. Especially when there's a d*ad pool with your name on it. Malia: But not yours. Peter: True. But I am not The Benefactor. I'm just a guy who's out millions of dollars. A few thousand of which I used trying to help you. Malia: Me? Peter: How does the bad guy prove that he's not so bad? By doing an act of kindness. Malia: What could you ever do for me? Peter: Help you find your mother. I'm pretty interested myself as the memory was stolen from me by my sister, Talia. Malia: Okay. What did you find? Peter: A woman, might be her. I don't have a name yet, just a particularly interesting alias. She's called The Desert Wolf. Do you know what that means? Malia: Coyote. (WOMEN SCREAMING) ORDERLY: What the... (WHIMPERING) (GROWLING) Melissa: Are you still a Kitsune? Ms Yukimura: Technically. Ms Martin: These are your grandmother's ashes. Lydia: Grandma died in Eichen House. Ms Martin: Your father had a difficult relationship with his mother. But after the things she said, and the way she acted... Lydia: He thought she was crazy. Ms Martin: Well, she said she heard things. Lydia: Why did she want her ashes in here? Ms Martin: Well, actually, she didn't. She left instructions to have them spread across the lake. Lydia: How come you haven't done it? Ms Martin: Because she wanted you to do it. When you turned eighteen. Don't ask me why. But since there's only a few weeks till that, I suppose now is as good a time as any. Lydia: Mom, these aren't Grandma's ashes. Ms Martin: What do you mean? Of course they are. Lydia: No. It's Mountain Ash. (GASPS) Lydia: The whole building. It's all made of Mountain Ash. Chris: Back off! Kate: You sure you can pull the trigger fast enough? Chris: I don't want to. Kate: You're not going to k*ll me. Chris: I'm not going to let you take his body. Stiles: Okay, well, obviously, you guys have a lot to talk about, so, maybe I saw some coffee, a vending machine outside. Chris: Listen to me, Kate. We have a plan. Kate: If k*lling Scott was part of it, you're worse than me. Stiles: He's telling the truth. We're trying to get to The Benefactor. Chris: If you didn't notice, you're on that list too. And you're worth more than most. Kate: That's why I'm here. Chris: Then back off and let us do what we planned. Take the Berserkers, and go. Kate, please. We have a plan. (GROANS) Kira: Liam, run. Get out of here. (GROWLING) Kira: Liam! (ROARS) (ROARS) Liam: Catch! (WHIMPERING) Liam: Why did you do that? The Mute: Let me help you. Let me show you how. (BREATHING HEAVILY) (SCREAMING) (RADIO STATIC) (RADIO STATIC) (RADIO STATIC) (RADIO STATIC) (YELLING) (GASPS) Scott: What happened? Did it work? Kira: What? Liam: It's your mother...She's hurt. (GROANING) Melissa: No, no, no, no, no. Stay with me. Doctor: What the hell happened here? Melissa: Just help me get her off the floor. Kate: You were right. He's still alive. Peter: Thank God. Stiles: Hey. Where have you been? Malia: Talking to Peter. Stiles: Okay. You think that's a good idea? Malia: If he can help me find my mother, I don't think I care. Stiles: You might be related to him, but you're not like him. Malia: Maybe I am. That night I caused the car crash... Stiles: You mean when you were out-of-control on the full moon. Malia: There's a part I didn't tell you about. Right before we got in the car, my mother... My adoptive mother, I guess... We got into a huge fight. I don't even remember what it was about, but... I remember what I said. Stiles: Malia. Malia: I said, "I wish you were all d*ad." Stiles: k*lling doesn't run in a family. Malia: Maybe it does in mine. (MUSIC PLAYING) Kira: My mom's being taken to a hospital in Palo Alto. They actually put her in a helicopter. Scott: But she's going to be okay? Kira: Yeah. She just doesn't heal like she used to. I need to be there with her. Especially if she's still on the list. Scott: I know. You should go. I actually have to go back to the hospital too. They want to do a bunch of tests since I was kind of officially d*ad. Kira: I guess Liam's dad has a lot of questions. Scott: Yeah. Kira: I just wish it had all worked. It was a good plan. Scott: Yeah, I've been thinking about that too. And actually, I think maybe it did work. Not that I know exactly who The Benefactor is but we might know a lot more about him now. Kira: But no one came. And no one got visual confirmation, right? Scott: That's why it might have worked. Think about it. Who has the power to know when someone's d*ad, but doesn't need to see the body to know it happened? Kira: A Banshee. Ms Martin: This was the last thing your grandmother wrote down before she died. Don't even know why I kept it because it's basically nonsense. Lydia: Are you absolutely sure Grandma's d*ad? Ms Martin: Yes. I mean, she has to be. Lydia: This isn't nonsense, Mom. It's code.

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foreverdreaming

Scott: Previously on Teen Wolf... Scott: It's a d*ad pool. A h*t list of supernatural creatures. Deputy Parrish: What's the number? - Lydia: That's how much you're worth. Deputy Parrish: I'm worth five dollars? Stiles: Five million. Deputy Parrish: That's kind of terrifying. Sheriff: I don't think the Orphans were the only professional K*llers in Beacon Hills. Lydia: Father and daughter. Scott: We need to tell her the truth. She's going to see the rest of the d*ad pool eventually. Stiles: Malia. Scott: We might know a lot more about who The Benefactor is now. Who has the power to know when someone is d*ad, but doesn't need to see the body to know it happened? Kira: A Banshee. Mrs Martin: This was the last thing your grandmother wrote down before she died. Lydia: This isn't nonsense, Mom. It's code. (SPLASHING) (SPLASHING CONTINUES) (GROANS) Deputy Parrish: Hey! Hey, what are you doing? Listen... Listen to me! I'm a Deputy with the Beacon Hills Sheriff's Department... Haigh: Damn. I was hoping you'd be out longer. Deputy Parrish: Haigh? What the hell? What are you doing? HAIGH: You're a good guy, Parrish. But the list says you're worth five million dollars. Deputy Parrish: What? I don't know what you're talking about. Haigh, listen... I mean, I barely make $40,000 a year. Haigh: I only make 36. (YELLS) Deputy Parrish: Haigh, please! Just stop! You don't have to do this. Look, if you're having money problems... Haigh: You're worth five million d*ad, Parrish. Sounds like you got the problem. Deputy Parrish: Please... Please, don't do this. You're just gonna stand there? You're just gonna listen to a fellow Deputy burn to death? (PANTING) Deputy Parrish: Haigh, wait... No, wait! Wait! (SCREAMING) Stiles: It's not just that she could still be alive. Lydia: It's that she would've had to fake her death. Sheriff: Your grandmother, Lorraine Martin, faked her death? Stiles: Definitely. Lydia: Maybe. Stiles: More than likely, yes. Sheriff: Oh, I'm guessing you got a story to back this up? Lydia: She might be helping The Benefactor. Stiles: Or is The Benefactor. Sheriff: That sounds like a story worth hearing. (INAUDIBLE) Scott: Anybody seen Parrish? Sheriff: Haigh? Haigh: Haven't seen him. (DOOR CLOSES) (EXHALES) Haigh: Holy... (GRUNTING) (GRUNTING) Haigh: You're d*ad. Sheriff: Hey. Hey! (g*n) (GROANS) Haigh: But you're d*ad! (GRUNTING) (MUSIC PLAYING) Derek: He covered you in gasoline? Lydia: It's the hair and nails, isn't it? The parts of the body that are essentially d*ad. Derek: Well, they should be gone. Deputy Parrish: I was set on f*re. All of me should be gone. Scott: Not if you're like us. Deputy Parrish: Like you? Derek: I don't think he's like us. Lydia: Then what is he? Derek: Sorry, but I have no idea. Scott: But you knew about Jackson and Kira. Derek: This is a little out of my experience. There might be something in the bestiary. Did you try Argent? Scott: I don't know where he is. Parrish: Okay, hold on. What's a bestiary? Actually, that's not even my first question. Just... Just tell me one thing. Are all of you like Lydia? Are you all psychic? Derek: Psychic? Scott: Yeah. Not exactly. Deputy Parrish: Okay. Then what are you? Dr Vandenberg: All right, Mr. Stilinski... - Sheriff. Stiles: Sheriff Stilinski. Dr Vandenberg: I've got you scheduled for surgery first thing in the morning. Unfortunately, it's going to take a little digging to get that slug out of your shoulder. Sheriff: Yeah, it's fine. One more. What's this part here? This line? Dr Vandenberg: Patient Responsibility. Parts of the procedure and hospital stay not covered by insurance. Sheriff: Are those big parts? Expensive parts? Doctor Vanderberg: That's between you and your insurance unfortunately. You should start feeling the morphine in a minute. Try to get some rest, Mr... Sheriff. Sheriff: Hey, stop that.I was just curious about the terminology.We're not in any kind of dire straits. Stiles: I know about the bills, Dad. I know about the collectors calling about Eichen House. I know about the advance from the department, about the credit cards. Sheriff: Stiles, are you going through my stuff? Stiles: Yeah, I go through all of your stuff. Especially when you keep things from me. Sheriff: I keep things from you because you don't need to know everything. Stiles: Yes, I do. I have to know everything. How the hell else am I supposed to take care of you? Sheriff: You're not supposed to take care of me! I'm the dad. You're the son. You get it? Dad. Son. I take care of you. Stiles: We're supposed to take care of each other. Sheriff: Hey, we're going to be all right. Stiles: How do you know, Dad? Sheriff: I don't. But the morphine's kicking in. I'm not all that worried about anything right now. (CHUCKLES) (SIGHS LOUDLY) Stiles: (SOFTLY) But I am. Deputy Parrish: What's a Kanima? Scott: We'll get back to that. Just know that everyone like us, everyone with some kind of supernatural ability is on the d*ad pool. Deputy Parrish: But I don't even know what I am. Derek: I'm pretty sure they don't care. Deputy Parrish: How many professional assassins are we talking about? Lydia: We're starting to lose count. Scott: But is it still just professionals? Deputy Parrish: I don't think Haigh's ever tried anything like this. I think he was taking a chance. Derek: That means anyone with the d*ad pool could take a chance. Deputy Parrish: But if Haigh had it, then who else does? How easy is it to get this thing now? (SIGHS) (PRINTER WHIRRING) Lydia: Meredith was only at my grandmother's lakehouse once. But I think once was enough. Derek: How did your grandmother know her? Lydia: She didn't. She found her. Because of another woman named Maddy. The woman she loved. (SIGHS) Lydia: I never met her, but I saw her name everywhere. She used to be part of a yacht racing team. There were plaques and trophies in the lake house from all the regattas she'd won. Deputy Parrish: How did she die? Lydia: How's not the story. It's what happened right before. My grandmother, Lorraine, used to work in San Francisco for IBM. She was there on a weekend, catching up on work. She started hearing this sound... Like rain. (RAIN DROPS PATTERING) Lydia: But when she looked out the windows... (BIRDS CHIRPING) Lydia: All she saw was blue sky. Scott: But she kept hearing the rain? Lydia: And it just kept getting louder. Rain and thunder cracking like g*n in her head. So loud. She finally just screamed. Derek: Like a Banshee. Lydia: She called Maddy who was planning on taking one of the boats out on the lake. But Maddy said that the sun was shining there too. So Lorraine didn't say anything. Deputy Parrish: There was an accident? (THUNDER RUMBLING) Lydia: It took them four days to find Maddy's body. And then it took decades to figure out how Lorraine knew. She started with parapsychologists, like the PhD in their name made it more scientific. They built the study in the lake house according to every pseudoscientific theory they could find. None of it worked. So then she started going to more extreme occult. Things like mediums and psychics All of them were failures. Until she found Meredith. They found her in Eichen House. This fragile girl who didn't understand the things she heard. They brought her to the study. And they almost k*lled her. She was hospitalized for over a year. She... never really recovered. My grandmother drove her insane I drove her to su1c1de. And all she ever wanted to do was help. My grandmother created the code for the d*ad pool. They think she's the Banshee who put the names out in the first place. She left me this message in the same code. Scott: But she didn't leave a cipher key, did she? Derek: Careful with that. Scott: I thought you didn't like g*n. Does this have something to do with your eyes? Derek: My eyes, my strength, the healing... All of it. Scott: Gone? Derek: Whatever Kate did to me, it's still happening. Scott: If the d*ad pool really was made by a Banshee then there's something else that you should know about. Your name broke the third list. It was a cipher key. Derek: And the two other keys were Allison and Aiden. Scott: And I... I don't want to make you nervous, but it kind of feels like there might be a pattern there, doesn't it? Allison, Aiden... You. Derek: Names picked by a Banshee. Scott: It... It could mean that you're in danger. Derek: Scott, Banshees don't predict danger. They predict death. Scott: (WHISPERING) Three, four, five, six... (GIRLS LAUGHING) Mason: Liam! Hey. Am I gonna see you at the bonfire tonight? Uh... Liam: I'm thinking about skipping it. Mason: You're not skipping. Liam: Why not? Mason: Because you're on the lacrosse team. Don't you have to go? Liam: I don't, uh... I... I don't think I can make it. Mason: You're coming. And we're gonna find you a nice girl that you can embarrass yourself in front of and find me a lacrosse player. Because statistically speaking, someone on your team has gotta be on my team. All right? Mason: Liam? Liam: Okay. I'll be there. (BEEPING) Stiles: Try Maddy. It's got to be Maddy. Lydia: Doesn't Maddy feel a little obvious as a cipher key? Stiles: I guarantee it's Maddy. (TYPING) (BEEPS) Stiles: Okay, your name. She left the code for you, right? So it's got to be your name. (TYPING) (BEEPS) Stiles: Your mom's name? (TYPING) (BEEPS) Stiles: Do you have any beloved family pets? Mmm. Coach: All right... Now I know the start of season bonfire, it's a big deal for you guys. I also know it gets out-of-hand sometimes. The alumni show up, there's other teams, and alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. (ALL CHEERING) Coach: All right. (CHEERING CONTINUES) Coach: Shut up! Now, what I don't understand is why anybody would ever want to get stumbling down drunk in front of a massive open f*re, I'm also resigned to not being able to stop you guys. (ALL CHEERING) Coach: I also remind you, your team captain, McCall, will be there. And I can count on him to narc on any and every one of these little bastards. Get back to class. (SIGHING) Stiles: The ashes were left for you. The code was left for you. You're supposed to be able to figure this out. Lydia: But no one else is. Which is why she made it hard. (BEEPS) Stiles: Whoa! Okay? (PRINTER WHIRRING) (SIGHS) Stiles: You... "No one else." No one else but you. Lydia: What? Stiles: Our guesses. They're all about Lorraine. Right? We keep trying to guess a word that has something to do with her. So, maybe we should be trying to guess one that's about you. Lydia: Me? What about me? Stiles: What do you remember doing with your grandmother? You know, what was you guys', like, special thing? Did you guys go to the beach? You know, did you like ice cream or... Lydia: We read. Stiles: Okay. What did you read? Lydia: The Little Mermaid. Stiles: You read that movie? Lydia: It was a book first. Hans Christian Andersen. Stiles: Type it in. "Little Mermaid." (SIGHS) (BEEPS) (BEEPS) Lydia: We read it every night. I got so obsessed with it, for three months I wouldn't respond to anything but Ariel. It drove my parents crazy, but... Grandma thought it was adorable. (TYPING) (BEEPING) (SIGHS) Scott: (SOFTLY) Hey. You okay? Hey. Liam: Last night my printer went off by itself. I couldn't turn it off. I h*t the cancel button. But it just kept printing. Scott: Printing what? Coach: (SHOUTING) What the hell's this? (PRINTER WHIRRING) Stiles: You recognize any of these? Lydia: Just my grandmother. Stiles: Lydia... We need to call Scott. Liam: You see the difference? Scott: Derek's not on the list anymore. Liam: And I'm not worth three million. It's 18 now. $18 million. (TYPING) Deputy Parrish: Well, it's not another d*ad pool. More like an already d*ad pool. Lydia: All of them? All d*ad? Parrish: Within the last 10 years. All suicides. And all at the same place. Stiles: Eichen House. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (ALL CHEERING) (MUSIC PLAYING) (INAUDIBLE) Scott: Hey. What are you doing here? Malia: Getting drunk. What are you doing? Scott: Trying to make sure no one gets hurt. Malia: That sounds fun too. Scott: I don't want to ruin your night or anything, but we kind of can't get drunk. Malia: What? Scott: I think it has something to do with our healing. But, trust me, I've tried. You're not gonna feel anything. Malia: Maybe you should tell him that. Stiles: Lydia, Eichen House isn't a library. You need a warrant to get files from there. Lydia: My grandmother left me a list of 10 suicides, including her own. There's got to be a reason why. Is there anyone there who's willing to help us? Stiles: No. But there might be someone willing to take a bribe. (MUSIC PLAYING) Liam: Not gonna tell me to slow down? Mason: Actually, I was gonna say, "Keep drinking". I think you should get drunk. And I mean stumbling down, fall on your ass, passed out with your face in a toilet drunk. Liam: Why? Mason: Maybe then when I ask you what's going on, you'll be too drunk to lie. I'm not asking this because I want to know. I'm asking because I want to help. Liam: I'm gonna get another drink. Yeah... I'm getting drunk. (MUSIC PLAYING) Brunski: A thousand. Stiles: A thousand dollars? To use one little key to open up one little file room? Are you out of your mind? Brunski: When you get the keys, you make the price. Stiles: Right. You actually think we have that kind of money? Brunski: I know you don't. If you did, Daddy Sheriff would've paid the bill by now. That's why I'm talking to her. Lydia: I have $500. (MUSIC STOPS) (MUSIC STARTS) (SNIFFLING) (SIGHS) (KEYS JANGLING) Brunski/b]: Follow me. (MUSIC PLAYING) Scott: I just want to talk. Malia: Well, I just want to dance. Scott: We had our reasons. We didn't tell you about Peter... Malia: To protect me. That's what Peter said you would say. And guess what he said next? That you were right. Does that surprise you? Scott: No. It makes me wonder what he wants. Malia, we need to stay together. You, me, Stiles... Malia: I don't want to talk about Stiles. I just want to dance. And get drunk. Scott: Malia... Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! (LAUGHING) Scott: You are drunk. Malia: Yep. Scott: But you can't be. Malia: Is this what drunk feels like? It doesn't feel as good as I hoped. Scott: I don't think it's supposed to. (CLEARS THROAT) Brunski: Good? Stiles: Yeah. We can help ourselves. Uh, Lydia, you got the list? (SIGHS) Stiles: Lydia, why did you write another name on here? Lydia: I didn't write anything. Stiles: This is your handwriting. Lydia: Why would I write another name? Stiles: Why would you write mine? Brunski: It was the tapes, wasn't it? (LYDIA SCREAMING) (STILES GROANING) (LAUGHING) (BONES CRACKING) Brunski: Your turn, sweetheart. Haigh: And who the hell are you? Braeden: Hello, Deputy. I'm a U.S. Marshal working in conjunction with this office, and I'd like to ask you a few questions. Haigh: Yeah, well, I got a question. How'd you get those scars? Braeden: A werewolf. How'd you break your nose? Haigh: What's that supposed to... (MUSIC PLAYING) Scott: Malia... What's in this? What did you have to drink? Malia: Just vodka. Scott: Stay on your feet and keep moving. Lydia: Help us! Help us! (GRUNTING) Lydia: Someone, help! Stiles: Lydia, there's a lot of people screaming for help in a place like this. I don't think anyone's listening. Lydia: Well, I'm open to better ideas. Because if you didn't notice, all of those suicides were m*rder. Stiles: That's why she left you the message. Lydia: She predicted her own death. She knew I'd figure it out. Brunski: Once you were able to predict your own. (DOOR SLAMMING) (WHIMPERING) Brunski: But they weren't m*rder. I'm not some serial k*ller like Ted Bundy going around cutting up college girls. Stiles: No, you're just an Angel of Death. Brunski: I don't think you understand my level of commitment to my work here, Stiles. There are people here who don't simply need treatment. They need release. I helped them. I helped Lorraine. Lydia: (WHISPERS) You k*lled her. Brunski: I helped her. And now you can help me. Because there is something about it that's always bothered me. (MUSIC PLAYING) Scott: Malia? How much has he have to drink? Mason: Not enough to get him like this. Scott: Something's happening. We need to get them out of here. I think we're gonna have to, um... Mason: How much did you drink? Nothing. Not even a sip. It's not the drinks. It's the music. (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) Lorraine: (ON TAPE) What are you... Brunski, what are you doing? Brunski: Don't worry, Lorraine. It's going to be all right. You're just going to have a little trouble breathing. Stiles: Lydia, look at me. Don't listen. (WHISPERING) Okay, don't listen to it. (LORRAINE BREATHING HEAVILY) Stiles: Just focus on my voice, Lydia. Don't listen to it, block it out. Okay? (GRUNTING) Stiles: Lydia? Hey, turn it off! Lydia: Stop! Brunski: Then listen... Just listen. I need your help with this, Lydia. Lorraine: (ON TAPE) Please don't... Brunski: Here it is. This is the part I never understood. (WHISPERS) Listen. (LORRAINE BREATHING HEAVILY) Lorraine: Please don't hurt her. Brunski: Don't hurt who? Lorraine: Ariel. (LORRAINE GASPING) (BREATHING STOPS) (MUSIC PLAYING) Scott: I have to... I have to turn off the music. Don't let them out of your sight. (GROANING) Mason: Wait... Stop. Hey, what are you doing? These are my friends. Assassin: Your friends are overly intoxicated. They need to be escorted out. Mason: Okay, I'll go with them. Assassin: That won't be necessary. Mason: I said they're my friends... Boy: You okay, man? Scott: What is that? What are you doing? Assassin: It's gasoline. Haigh says we gotta burn you. (BOTTLE TOP CLATTERS) (TAPE CLICKS) Brunski: We get a lot of teenagers trying to break into our drug cabinets. Most of the time they don't succeed. But you two look pretty clever to me. (GRUNTING) (MUSIC PLAYING) (SPUTTERING) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (MUSIC STOPS) (ALL CLAMORING) (GROANING) (GRUNTING) (GRUNTS) Scott: What happened to the g*n? Derek: You're covered in gasoline. Scott: Oh, yeah. Brunski: I'll admit, Stiles, I don't have any unusual talents like Lydia, but, somehow, I just knew we were gonna get a chance to do this again. (INHALING DEEPLY) No. No. No. No! Deputy Parrish: Drop it. Take your thumb off that needle and slowly withdraw it from her neck. Brunski: Young Deputy. You're just a kid. I bet you've never even fired a... (GROANS) (GASPS) (PANTING) Lydia: He... He k*lled my grandmother. He was controlling Meredith. Stiles: He used her to create the d*ad pool. Lydia: And k*lled her when she tried to help us. (LAUGHING) Brunski: (WEAKLY) You... You think it was me? (PANTING) Brunski: (WHISPERING) That I was controlling her? (LAUGHING) Brunski: Idiots... She was controlling me. Lydia: Oh, God. It's not him. He's not The Benefactor. Meredith: No. And... He wasn't on my list. But he was a bad person.

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Derek: Previously on Teen Wolf... Peter: Say you're sorry. For leaving me burn. Derek: If you can hear me, I need you to give me a sign. Stiles: Malia. Lydia: My grandmother found Meredith. (WHISPERING) Brunski: She was controlling me. Meredith: He wasn't on my list. He was a bad person. (SNARLING) (GROWLING) (GROWLING) Brett: Get up, Lori. Come on. Run! Run! (SCREAMS) Brett: Go! (GRUNTING) (YELLING) Brett: Wait, wait! Lori, stop! Lori: Brett... Brett, what's happening? Brett: Close your eyes. Kira: Run! (MUSIC PLAYING) (PANTING) Scott: Kira found Brett. They're fine but we've got to go. Liam: More assassins? Scott: Maybe a lot more. Liam: Different than the ones who just tried to set us on f*re? Scott: I think so, yeah. How about I take you home? Liam: I'm not like you. Scott: Not yet. Liam: I don't mean I'm not strong or I'm never gonna learn how to be in control. I mean everything else. You and your friends try to protect everyone. Have you been whole this the whole time? I mean, how are you all still alive? Scott: Not all of us are. Let me at least take you home. (SIGHS) Stiles: I'm completely and totally fine. Melissa: Uh-uh-uh. You completely and totally have a concussion, Stiles. Lie back down. The doctor said you're not leaving without a CT scan. Stiles: We still haven't paid for the last one. Melissa: Oh, no, no, no. Meredith is at the station. Your dad said it could take some time but he will get her to talk. Even if I let you go, what would you do? Stiles: Okay, fine. Can you do me one little favor? Melissa: Anything. Stiles: Can you get me a tape player? Melissa: Like cassettes? Stiles: Yes. Tapes. Melissa: Yeah, I'll see what I can do. Stiles: Okay, tapes, though, please. Melissa: Cassettes. (DOOR CLOSES) Lydia: What did she say? Sheriff: Hard to tell. There were words. I'm not sure there were actual sentences. Nothing. Lydia: I think we need a psychologist... Sheriff: Or a medium. Lydia: Is she even competent enough to be charged with something? Sheriff: If Meredith is The Benefactor, then that means she was competent enough to trick Kate into opening the Hale Vault, competent enough to blackmail Brunski into helping her, and competent enough to create a h*t list and pay out money for its completion. This girl's practically a criminal mastermind. (SOFTLY) Lydia: There's gotta be a reason why she would do this. Sheriff: I'm only interested in the "why," if it tells me the "how." Lydia: You mean how to stop it. Sheriff: After what happened to Scott tonight, this thing's still going. The payments could be a*t*matic. And as long as the K*llers are getting paid, and paid very well, that list is gonna keep getting smaller. Lydia: We don't just need to stop the d*ad pool. Sheriff: We need to stop the money. Scott: Is your mom... Kira: She's okay. Healing. Scott: What about you? Kira: Me? Scott: Are you okay? Kira: Right now? Very. Scott: Did you find him? Did you find Brett? Kira: Actually, I think I found all of them. Satomi, this is who I was telling you about. Satomi: I know who Scott McCall is. Lori: Are we safe here? Scott: We're gonna need help. A lot of help. (GRUNTS) (THUD) Sheriff: I thought I told you to go home. Lydia: I thought I told you I wasn't going anywhere. Did they get anything out of her? Sheriff: Should have gone with the medium. Deputy Parrish: We went through everything in Brunski's office, and so far everything amounts to pretty much nothing. Did you not go home yet? Lydia: Not until Meredith starts talking. Sheriff: Lydia, I promise she'll talk, and when she does, I'll let you know. Trust me on this. Everybody talks eventually. Lydia: Then let me try. Sheriff: No, we've already discussed this. Lydia: I've gotten through to her before. Just let me try. Stiles: You find a tape player? Melissa: No. But I found someone looking for you. Malia: I heard you almost got k*lled. Stiles: I heard you almost got k*lled. Malia: You okay? Stiles: Brunski punched me in the face. Turns out he was a serial k*ller. Malia: Makes sense. Stiles: Yeah. What about you? Malia: We almost got set on f*re. Stiles: Everyone okay? Malia: Basically. Stiles: You okay? Malia: I'm fine. I'm gonna go. Stiles: You don't have to. Malia: I should go. Stiles: Okay. Malia: It's locked. Stiles: Why would she lock the door? Uh... Hey, Melissa? (RATTLING) Stiles: Melissa. Malia: I could break it. Stiles: How about you not? I already owe this hospital enough money. Malia: Why would she lock the door? Stiles: Maybe she didn't mean to. Malia: You don't just accidentally lock a door. Stiles: Okay, well, maybe, she wasn't thinking, exactly. Or wasn't thinking it through. You know, people sometimes do things without thinking them through. Malia: Then she's stupid. Stiles: No, even smart people can do stupid things. You know, 'cause they think that it's the right thing. And I don't think we should hold it against her, you know, for the rest of her life! Especially because she's tried apologizing hundreds of times through texts and voicemails. Malia: Is she gonna keep begging? Stiles: She might. Malia: I don't have much practice in things like forgiveness. Some things I'm picking up fast. But other things are like... Stiles: Like math? Malia: I hate math. Stiles: You hate me? Malia: I like you, Stiles. I like you a lot. Stiles: I can work with that. (GRUNTS) (GROWLING) Scott: Wait! Wait! Brett! This is his place. It's his. Chris: Scott... If you bring in guests, you could have called. Scott: I didn't have anywhere else to take them. Satomi: I know this man. He may not remember, but we've met before. Scott: You can trust him. I trust him. Satomi: How do we know he's not like the others? Chris: What others? Kira: Last night, there was a whole team after them. And they used crossbows. Scott: They're hunters, aren't they? Chris: Not if they're k*lling for profit. Not anymore. Brett: Can they find us? Chris: They might already know you're here. Maybe they're waiting for dark. Kira: So we're not safe here? Satomi: We're not safe anywhere. We've been trying to get out for days. Everywhere we turn, we find someone new trying to k*ll us. Chris: If they're coming, Scott, they're coming for you too. You're still number one on the d*ad pool. Scott: I know. I know Lydia can get the answer from Meredith. She just needs more time. Chris: Then that's what she'll get. Brunski: (ON TAPE) Let's go, Lorraine. Lorraine: Listen to me. Please listen. There's something I have to do, something I have to stop. Brunski: I have to take you back to Eichen, Lorraine. (INCREASES VOLUME) Lorraine: No. No. I don't think you're gonna be taking me anywhere. I can hear the recorder in your pocket. It's on now, isn't it? You're making a tape. Just like you taped the others. Stiles: This didn't happen at Eichen House. Malia: But then where did she go? Stiles: That's what we need to find out. Lydia: I think I'm getting an idea of how all this happened. You used Brunski, right? You knew he'd k*lled people, and that he would do it again. He used my grandmother's code for the d*ad pool. He put it online. He took the money from the Hale Vault, then turned the bearer bonds into cash. He made the payments. Was it Brunski's idea to fake your death? Did he get nervous because you helped us with one of the cipher keys? Meredith: I wanted to help. Lydia: All you ever wanted to do was help. Is that why you're here? I know you wouldn't want to be here if you didn't want to talk. Meredith: I do. But only to one person. Lydia: Who? Meredith: Peter. Peter Hale. Brunski: Get back to Eichen, Lorraine. Lorraine: No. No. I don't think you're gonna be taking me anywhere. Malia: That's it. That's where it is. Play it again and turn it up. (TAPE REWINDING) No. No. Lorraine: I don't think you're gonna be taking me anywhere. I can hear the recorder in your pocket. It's on now, isn't it? You're making a tape. Just like you taped the others. (NEEDLE SCRATCHING FAINTLY) Malia: It's the record player. (TURNS TAPE OFF) Stiles: What record player? Malia: The one in the lake house, in the study. Stiles: So she escaped from Eichen House to go back to listen to a record player? Malia: Well, she was like Lydia, right? She was a Banshee? Stiles: Yeah, but only once. She predicted Maddy's death and then just spent decades trying to predict something else. Malia: Maybe she finally did. And what if this time, it wasn't just one death, it was a lot of deaths? Stiles: Like the d*ad pool. Malia: What if all those years ago, Lorraine predicted it? And she knew there was something in the study that could stop it? Stiles: Then we're going to the lake house. (BEEPING) (LOADING g*n) Scott: They'll be okay. Derek: They've got claws and fangs. But they're not fighters. Scott: That's why I called you. Derek: Well, try to remember I don't have claws and fangs anymore either. Braeden: That's why he called me. Kira: Am I the only one still hoping this is all just a false alarm? I mean, it's possible we could wait here all night and nothing happens. Right? Braeden: Scott, you heard anything from Stiles or Lydia yet? Scott: Lydia's still talking to Meredith. Stiles and Malia are headed to the lake house. They're trying to stop it. Brett: What if there is no stopping it? What if it doesn't end until we're all d*ad? Derek: Then let's send a message. Let's make something perfectly clear to anyone with a copy of that list. It doesn't matter if they're professional assassins, hunters, or an amateur who just picked up a g*n. Anyone who thinks they can hunt and k*ll us for money, is gonna be put on another list. Our list. They get to be a name on our d*ad pool. Peter: Her? That's the girl that stole my money? Lydia: That girl is a Banshee. They're more dangerous than you think. Peter: Oh, I think that girl's pilot light went out a long time ago. Sheriff, not to question the unquestionably sterling reputation of your department, but are you absolutely sure you got the one? Sheriff: How about you just go in there and see what she has to say? Peter: Okay... Meredith, where's my money? Or more correctly, what's left of it. Deputy Parrish: Let her go. Let her go. Peter: Why did you do that? Meredith: They're all gone. Lydia: Oh, my God. They have met before. Meredith: The burns. They're all... gone. Chris: I remember meeting you, but you weren't a Buddhist back then. Satomi: And you weren't protecting werewolves. You were hunting them. Chris: Three things cannot long be hidden... The sun. The moon. The truth. What exactly does that mean? Satomi: The truth cannot stay hidden. Chris: I know what the saying means. What does it mean for you? Satomi: The truth for me is that we, my kind, are violent creatures, who eventually will not be able to control their violent impulses. The mantra helps us subdue our nature. Chris: But you're still violent creatures. Satomi: Aren't we all? (ALARM BEEPING) Chris: They're coming. Peter: Meredith, you put everyone, including my nephew and my daughter on a death list. Don't you think you owe us the slightest explanation of why? Meredith: You said it had to be kept secret. Peter: I said? I said that to you? Meredith: You said it. Peter: Meredith. Allow me to remind you yet again, we have never met... Ever. Sheriff: What is he doing? Meredith: You don't remember? Peter: No. But maybe you do. No, don't! (SCREAMS) Braeden: Get back! (GRUNTING) Lydia: Don't! Don't touch them. If you break the bond you could k*ll them. Both of them. Sheriff: What are we supposed to do? Lydia: I, uh... I don't know. Deputy Parrish: What the hell is he doing to her? (INHALES DEEPLY) (INAUDIBLE) Dr. Vandenberg: Patient has been non-responsive for several weeks. No sign of physical trauma, no response to external stimuli. Our feeling is the damage is primarily psychological. (MURMURING INDISTINCTLY) Stilinski: (LOW) Do you hear that? She's saying something. Deputy Parrish: Can you understand that? Lydia: I can. I can hear perfectly. (CONTINUES MURMURING) Lydia: She was in the hospital. The same hospital. Deputy Parrish: Same as who? Lydia: Peter. Dr Vandenberg: Here we have a rather extraordinary case. Near fatal burn victim. The interesting part is that typically in a situation like this, the coma is induced medically as the pain is normally too much for the patient to bear. We're not sure how Mr. Hale became comatose, however. His survival is honestly a mystery we're still trying to solve. Moving on. (MEREDITH CONTINUES MURMURING) Lydia: It was right after the f*re. Meredith could hear him. Sheriff: Hear what? Lydia: Everything. She was hearing every thought in his head, like they'd somehow found the same wavelength. And now everything going through his mind was also going right into hers. Stilinski: For how long? Lydia: Weeks. Maybe even months. It was almost like he was standing right over her bed talking about the f*re. About getting revenge. (DISTORTED SPEECH) Peter: I predicted this. I told... I told Talia this was going to happen. Something like this was going to happen. I said that they were gonna come for us. The Argents. They're gonna come for us. They are gonna burn us to the ground. Burn us to the ground. Did she listen? Of course not. Did anyone listen? They listened to her. Yes! Say that everything was going to be fine. That we were all perfectly safe. Meredith: (WHISPERS) Peter: Perfectly safe. But she made us weak! She made us weak. And what happens to the weakest in the herd? They get picked off by the predators! We used to be the apex predators. Until Talia turned us into sheep. But I'll start over. Like a vengeful God, I will raze this earth to the ground! I will take out all of them! Not just the wolves, but the Wendigos, the Banshees, every shape shifter. I will obliterate the weak and I will remake the supernatural of Beacon Hills in my image. I won't have to do any of it myself. Because I'll hire people. Assassins. Professional K*llers. People like The Mute. The Chemist. Even... Someone like the Desert Wolf. I'll use the money in the Vault. The bearer bonds. I'll use every penny if I have to. I'll start with the professionals, and then maybe I'll disseminate the list further. No. No. Not a list. A d*ad pool. Eventually everybody will want a chance. Anyone can become a k*ller for the right price because when it comes down to it, everyone can be corrupted by money! (BREATHING HEAVILY) Lydia: It was your idea and you don't even remember. (NEEDLE SCRATCHING FAINTLY) (SIGHS) Stiles: What are we doing? This room wasn't even made for us. No, we need someone like Lydia or Meredith, and we're just sitting here listening to a stupid record player play a record that doesn't play anything. Come on. There's plenty of other things we can be totally useless doing. (DOOR OPENING) (FAINT WHIRRING) Malia: Stiles. Stiles: Yes? Malia: I can still hear it. Stiles: But it's not on. Malia: Then it's something else. Something spinning. Stiles: Uh... Malia: What is this? Stiles: A d*ad pool. (g*n f*ring) (GRUNTS) (ROARING) (SNARLS) Derek: How many are there? Braeden: Too many! Peter: Are you kidding me? Sheriff: Hands where I can see them. Peter: How the hell was I supposed to remember any of that? Lydia: She got it from you. (BREATHING SHAKILY) Peter: I was out of my mind. Do you know what it's like for one of us to be in a coma? Paralyzed but cognizant? You try not going crazy. Deputy Parrish: She was listening to you. Peter: She was listening to the ranting and raving of a lunatic. A former lunatic. I'm much healthier now. I had nothing to do with this. Sheriff: If she was following your lead on this, then how do we know there isn't more? Peter: Stealing my own money? Really? Stilinski: You were going to use it anyway. Lydia: Stop. Stop it. This is what she wants. It's why she's here. Look around, Sheriff. There's three people in here right now. Three people still on the d*ad pool. Me, Parrish... And Meredith. Deputy Parrish: But not him. Peter: Lydia's right. We don't want to k*ll each other. Sheriff: The only person I'm pointing a g*n at is you. Peter: Then you better make it a perfect sh*t, Sheriff, because I don't go down easy. Sheriff: I'm willing to bet that a b*llet between the eyes doesn't heal real fast... Not even for your kind. Lydia: Stop. Please, stop. Peter: This department's getting more corrupted by the second. What are you going to charge me with, Sheriff? How are you going to explain this to a judge? Telepathic girl overhears thoughts of comatose werewolf and decides to enact his plans for retribution? Hmm. (CLICKS TONGUE) Peter: They're gonna be pointing a g*n at your head and asking you to go quietly. (g*n CLICKING) Lydia: Let him go. You have to let him go. Peter: I'd take the word of a Banshee, Sheriff. I leave. No triggers pulled. No blood shed. Sheriff: That's twice, Peter. There's not gonna be a third. Meredith: No. It's not finished. No, it's not finished! No! It's not... It's not finished! Stiles: You can't just smash it to pieces. Okay? If this thing's being used to disseminate the list, then it's probably gonna keep going until everyone's d*ad. Malia: Then what do we do? Stiles: It needs some kind of prompt or command or something, right? No, no, no. Malia: What about a key? (g*n f*ring) Scott: Get the others back. Tell them to hide. Kira! Kira! Stiles: You see it? There's got to be a way to turn it off, right? Lydia: I don't know. I don't know anything about computers from the 1970s. Malia: Neither do we. Lydia: Okay, where's the monitor? Stiles: Lydia, there is no monitor. There are buttons, knobs, spindles, no monitor. Lydia: Wait, turn the phone back. Point it at the carpet. Stiles: The what? Lydia: The floor! Just show me the floor. Where's the stain? There should be red blotches, a wine stain. Stiles: There's nothing. Lydia: That doesn't make sense. I gave the $500 I was supposed to use to hire cleaners to Brunski. Stiles: Lydia, what the hell does wine have to do with anything? Lydia: Red wine doesn't just disappear. Unless it wasn't wine. Stiles: What? What do you mean? Lydia: The ashes weren't ashes. The study isn't a study. The record player isn't a record player. So... So maybe the wine wasn't wine. Stiles, you have to find the wine. Find the bottle. There could be something about it. Stiles: What kind? What's it called? Lydia: It's a 1982 Cotes du Rhone. (RATTLING) Stiles: I think there's something inside. Do you have, like, a wine opener or... (g*n f*ring) (expl*si*n) Lori: Brett? Brett, where are you? (ROARING) (GROWLING) (CELL PHONES CHIMING) Kira: Is it over? Really over? Lydia: Are you okay? I guess you are, aren't you? (SIGHS) Lydia: For someone who'd put their own name on a h*t list. Meredith: I had to. Lydia: Why? Meredith: Because I heard you. I heard you scream in the tunnels at Oak Creek. Lydia: Allison! Meredith: That's why I knew it was the right time... To start over. (INHALES SHARPLY) Lydia: But with Peter? Meredith: He's the alpha. He's always been the alpha. He'll make it right. It never was with us. Too many people died because of us. We're the monsters. Even Banshees. Even me. Lydia: I don't believe that. Not all monsters do monstrous things. Meredith: Like who? Lydia: Like Scott. Meredith: Like you. (WHISPERS) Oh, God. What have I done? Kate: You look nervous. Peter: I'm not nervous. I'm rattled. I don't like being rattled. Kate: But it's over. The d*ad pool's done. And if you need to be reminded, everything else is going exactly your way. Peter: Not exactly my way. Kate: Maybe every little piece in your game didn't move just as predicted, but they still moved perfectly into place. (WATER DRIPPING) Kate: You wanna bail on the plan. Peter: Of course not. Not when I'm this close. Not when I'm this close to k*lling Scott McCall.

{"type": "series", "show": "Teen Wolf", "episode": "04x10 - Monstrous"}

foreverdreaming

Rimuru: A completely normal, uneventful life... Rimuru: is what I thought I was living. Rimuru: But the next thing I knew, I had reincarnated in another world, Rimuru: made friends here, built a city... Rimuru: And now, I'm just peacefully sunbathing... as a slime. Rimuru: And.... hup! Rimuru: I got my hands on some valuable paper, Rimuru: so I decided to write down my experiences in diary format. Rimuru: I'll start it off with... hmm... Rimuru: "I got reincarnated as a slime." Rigur: Strong one... Shizu: "I'm not a bad slime." Lizards: Gabiru! Gabiru! Orcs: Trample all! Trample all! Trample all! Benimaru: Show us who you really are, evil majin! Gazel: Haze: Thunder of Heaven and Earth! Shuna: Great Rimuru, these pages are all blank. Rimuru: I knew it would run long, so I gave up. Text: Slime Diaries End Text: Slime Diaries ? Title: Day : The Residents of the City of Monsters Rimuru: Just over a month after the Orc Disaster had the forest swirling in chaos... Rimuru: No one lived in this tiny village except me and the Goblins, Rimuru: but then many more allies joined us, Rimuru: and its population surpassed , . Rigurd: I cannot agree to this! Shion: This falls under a secretary's jurisdiction. Shion: I will not compromise on this. Rigurd: The very same goes for me! Ririna: Please, calm down, both of you. Rimuru: But when you have , monsters living in one town, Rimuru: it takes a while to get everyone on the same page. Rigurd: As I see it... Geld: But wait... Gabiru: Then what about my idea?! Shion: Wait just a moment! Geld: I object! Kaijin: Damn... We're getting nowhere here. Benimaru: We need Great Rimuru's opinion! Geld: Yes. Rigurd: This does affect all of our morale. Benimaru: Shuna! Benimaru: Are you ready? Shuna: Yes. Shuna: Now, then... Shuna: We have this somewhat precocious outfit... Shuna: And this cute, cheerful outfit. Shuna: Which would look better on Great Rimuru? Rimuru: Look... Rimuru: Is this really that important? All: Yes! Text: Residential building Text: Stand-alone house Text: Home Construction Supervisor Text: Geld Rimuru: Construction's really coming along now. Rimuru: Maybe I'll go out and inspect everyone's work today. Shion: Pardon me. Rimuru: Oh, hey, Shion. Shion: Greetings! Shion: There. Shion: Now... Shion: For Great Rimuru, as always... Shion: I will give... Shion: all I've got! Rimuru: Uh, Shion, if you're doing all this for me, Rimuru: there's a better way. Rimuru: It'snot giving all you've got. Shion: Great Rimuru! I've brought tea for— Text: Long Life Shion: I'm sorry... Great Sage: Enacting emergency measures. Great Sage: Pain Nullification and Ailment Nullification activated. Great Sage: Commencing self-regeneration. Rimuru: It's okay. Everyone makes mistakes. Rimuru: Even if it's every day. Rimuru: And even if this tea you made... Rimuru: is some kind of toxic substance, not tea! Rimuru: You really are an excellent secretary, though, Shion-kun. Rimuru: You're perfect... Rimuru: As long as you don't move! Rimuru: 'Cause it's only your looks! Shion: G-Great Rimuru... Shion: H-How could you... Shion: ...shower me with such praise? I'm honored! Rimuru: Nothing gets through to her... Guy: There's no need for you to go personally, Sir Benimaru... Benimaru: It's fine. I'll be back soon. Rimuru: What's this about? The great general's going on patrol himself? Benimaru: This is the only talent I have. Benimaru: But in this, I will come in second to none. Benimaru: Whatever it takes, I will protect this town Benimaru: and your smile, Great Rimuru. Rimuru: Damn, he rattles off those pick-up lines so naturally! Rimuru: This is why I can't stand hot guys. Benimaru: Now, then... Benimaru: I'm sorry! Benimaru: Those girls over there just gave me these! Benimaru: What do I do with them?! Rimuru: Wow, you sure got it rough! Benimaru: That's quite the smile you have... Goblina: Sir Benimaru! Look over here! Rimuru: I'll gladly give you advice! Text: Bulletin Board Lost Children: Lost Items: Gobchi: Seems a lot more crowded here these days. Gobto: Yeah. Gobto: Monsters from all over the forest are coming here. Gobchi: Hey, what race of monster is that? Gobto: Which one? Gobchi: Next time we see a cute girl... Gobto: Uh-huh. Gobchi: We should offer to show her around town and... Gobto: Uh-huh. Text: h*t On Her Gobchi: h*t on her! Text: Hook Up Gobto: And hook up! Both: That's it! Rigur: Hey, you two. Rigur: Don't forget that you're on the town watch. Gobta: That's right. Gobta: A single action by any one of us can change the impression people have of this town. Gobta: If you get carried away, you'll pay for it... and it's gonna hurt. Rimuru: Hey, you're starting to understand the gravity of your role, Gobta-kun. Rimuru: Even the look on your face seems a bit different. Gobta: People do learn... Gobta: and grow, after all! Text: Ever Progressing Text: Rimuru Rimuru: Let's all grow. Rimuru: Hey, Kurobe! Kurobe: Hey, if it isn't Great Rimuru. Rimuru: What're you up to? Kurobe: I was just working on the kitchen Kn*fe Princess Shuna requested. Kurobe: I'm just about to finish it up. Rimuru: Oh, okay. Sorry for interrupting. Rimuru: I'll come back later! See ya! Kurobe: When I left the Ogre village, Kurobe: I was sure I'd never strike iron again. Kurobe: I wasn't incredibly strong or smart. Kurobe: But I can still strike iron. Kurobe: For Great Rimuru, for the people of this town, Kurobe: and for myself. Kurobe: When I have a lump of iron that's still nothing... Kurobe: I just need to put every last bit of the nothing I am into it. Haruna: Princess Shuna, Master Kurobe sent this for you. Shuna: Oh! My kitchen Kn*fe! Shuna: He finished it already? Shuna: I'll try it out right away. Haruna: Wow, Princess Shuna... Kurobe: Whew. Sure hope she likes that Kn*fe. Souei: This concludes today's training. Souei: Back to your posts. Both: Yes, sir! Soka: Master Souei... Soka: Normally, Soka: he's as cold as ice... Soka: as mean as a demon... Soka: and as ruthless as a man-eating beast. Soka: But I know the truth. Soka: Look, at this very moment, he's having so much fun playing with a little animal. Souei: You just died. Souei: Fool. Soka: Oh, God, he's hot! Rimuru: You've got some issues yourself. Rimuru: The sealed cave, where I first met Veldora. Rimuru: After the battle with the Orc Lord, Rimuru: it became home to the Lizardmen, who prefer to live near water, Rimuru: as well as a place to grow the valuable hipokute herbs used in healing potions. Gabiru: What kind of moves were those?! Gabiru: Do you really want Great Rimuru to see you like that?! Sukerou: We're sorry, Sir Gabiru! Gabiru: If we want our savior, the Great Rimuru, to accept us, Gabiru: we can't afford to stand rooted in place! All: Sir Gabiru! Please... Please give us one more chance! Rimuru: They're a lot more diligent than I realized. Gabiru: Very well! We'll start with the basics! Song,Lizards/Text: Three, and... Song,Lizards/Text: In the Forest of Jura... Song,Lizards/Text: Deep within... Lizard: Yeah! Song,Lizards/Text: The one we all admire Song,Lizards/Text: Looks so... Kakushin: Indeed! Song,Sukerou/Text: Strong! Song,Kakushin/Text: Revitalizing! Song,Yashichi/Text: And beautiful! Song,Lizards/Text: Our brightly shining first star! Song,Gabiru/Text: (Line) If you're a man... Song,Gabiru/Text: Even if you... embarrass yourself... Song,Gabiru/Text: Never lose... Song,Gabiru/Text: your pride! Song,Lizards/Text: (All) Ah, Sir Gabiru, Sir Gabiru... Song,Lizards/Text: (All) The Dragonewts' ray of hope! Gabiru: Stop! : You fools! I told you to change that to Gabiru: "Ah, Great Rimuru, the hope of our great alliance"! Gabiru: Honestly! You boys are still lacking in love! Gabiru: We must raise these hipokute herbs with love! Soka: Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Lizards: Yes, Sir Gabiru! Soka: I know he acts like that, but he's not a bad guy! Rimuru: Slime Diaries will continue! Title: Slime Diaries Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Rimuru: By the way, how's construction on the new sector coming along? Shion: I just collected these records on the matter. Shion: Here you go. Rimuru: What's going on? You're suddenly acting like a real secretary, Shion! Shion: Oh, please! Shion: I'll do my best with the cooking and cleaning, as well! Rimuru: W-Well, no need to worry about the cooking yet... Rimuru: Uh-oh! I think there's a mistake in these records! Ranga: I am Ranga. Ranga: I rarely make any appearances outside of battle, Ranga: but even when I don't, I reside in these shadows, Ranga: improving myself for my master's sake. Ranga: Oh! This is— Ranga: This power... Ranga: I must show it to Master so he'll pet me! Ranga: Master! Ranga: Look! I've learned some sort of incredible power! Rimuru: I know. Rimuru: How nice. Gobta: What's this little tree? Rimuru: It's called a bonsai tree. Hakurou: Great Rimuru taught me about them. Rimuru: Don't drop it! Hakurou: Having been born a swordsman, I have lived for centuries with a sword at my side. Hakurou: But I had no idea that forgetting the sword would allow me to see a new world. Hakurou: The scales have truly been lifted from my eyes. Gobta: When you're like this, you just look like a withered old man. Gobta: Maybe it's time for you to retire— Hakurou: I was just pruning it. Gobta: You haven't forgotten the sword at all! Rimuru: The temple school. Rimuru: It's where the children of the town come to learn. Ririna: What is this letter? Kids: A! Ririna: And what does this say? Kids: Apple! Ririna: Very good! Ririna: And what is this letter? Text: O Kids: O! Ririna: That's right! Rigurd: Great Rimuru. Rigurd: Look. The students were asked to draw someone they respect, Rigurd: and they all drew you. Rimuru: Huh? Me? Rigurd: How I envy you! Rigurd: Here, take a look. Rimuru: Jeez, this is embarrassing... Rigurd: This child captured your majestic dignity perfectly! Rimuru: They're all masterpieces! Kid: Oh! Great Rimuru! Kids: Great Rimuru! Rimuru: See you later. Kids: Aw, you're leaving? Rimuru: Make sure you study hard! Rimuru: Hey, aren't there any other slimes around here besides me? Rigurd: I rarely see them around this time of the year. Rimuru: This time of the year, huh? Rimuru: Hey, you guys! Rimuru: Have you ever seen any slimes other than me? Hakurou: Hmm... I suppose we see them when the weather is hot. Kurobe: It lets you know summer's on the way. Shuna: Their clear bodies look nice and cool. Shuna: They're a great symbol of summers in Jura. Rimuru: Huh... Gobta: Oh, yeah! Gobta: They taste great cold! Gobta: You just slurp 'em right up! Rimuru: Huh... Shuna: Oh, that sounds lovely. Rigurd: Yes, truly a delicacy! Shuna: Great Rimuru? Where are you? Gobta: Great Rimuru! Kurobe: Where'd you go? Rigurd: We were only joking! Garm: Hey, Shuna, where do you want these? Shuna: Thank you for bringing them. Shuna: I'm going to cut them, so please put them on the table. Kaijin: Shuna, got a minute? Shuna: Yes, I'll be right there. Shuna: I'm sorry, Gobichi. Shuna: Would you mind starting the preparations for dinner? Rimuru: Everyone depends on Shuna. She's turned out to be pretty reliable. Benimaru: Since she was given an official position, she wants to give it her best. Benimaru: I'm proud as her older brother, Benimaru: but it feels as if she's growing more and more distant. Rimuru: Hey, c'mon. How can the unbeatable Samurai General say that? Benimaru: Now, when fighting as a group, your distance from your opponent should— Shuna: Brother! Brother, are you here? Shuna: Honestly! Shuna: How many times must I tell you, Brother? Shuna: Don't leave your underclothes lying around! Shuna: Also, your room was a terrible mess. Shuna: I cleaned up all the things you left under your bed. Shuna: And look at you! Shuna: Your eyes are all gooey. It's disgusting. Shuna: Be home by sundown, all right? Shuna: I'll have dinner ready. Benimaru: Maybe I shouldn't say "distant"... Benimaru: She feels more like a mother. Rimuru: Ah, you're no match for your mother, Samurai General. Shuna: Brother! Shuna: I found some manly clothes for you! Shuna: I have it in black, too! Shuna: The sun's already setting. Rimuru: I hope he's not working too hard. Benimaru: Yes, he is rather industrious. Rimuru: I'm gonna check on him real quick! Shuna: See you soon. Take care. Geld: We start over here. Geld: We'll go as far as here today. Geld: Let's finish this by sundown! All: Yes, sir! Geld: I want to finish the groundwork before the end of the day. Geld: Can you handle that? Orcs: On it! We'll get it done! Geld: Take those to the new sector as soon as they're ready. Geld: No issues here, I take it? Geld: I'm going to follow up with the next sector. Orc: Roger! Geld: Wait a moment. Rimuru: I keep telling you, you work too much. Rimuru: You gotta do something besides work sometimes. Geld: I work for you, the one who so graciously accepted my clan. Rimuru: You don't have to worry about me. Geld: I will do what I can. Treyni: My! With all of you working so hard, Treyni: the town will be complete in no time. Rimuru: I guess. But you know... Rimuru: I want everyone here to live more freely. Rimuru: I mean, that's how I live. Rimuru: But everyone here just loves saying "For Great Rimuru, for Great Rimuru." Treyni: Goodness, what an enviable problem to have. Treyni: I'm certain they all simply wish to repay their debt to you. Treyni: Because you showed them the way, Treyni: and because you made a place for them to belong. Treyni: So innocently and awkwardly, no less. Rimuru: A place to belong, huh? Rimuru: Can I really keep being their "place to belong"? Rimuru: So... what are you doing here, Treyni-san? Rimuru: Shouldn't you be watching the forest? Treyni: Okay, more grape juice for you, then? Treyni: I have potato chips, too. Rimuru: Ready to go? Ranga: Yes, Master! Goblin: Oh, Great Rimuru! Goblin: Great Rimuru! Goblin: Hey, it's Great Rimuru! Goblin: Good morning, Great Rimuru! Goblin: Good morning! Goblin: Fine weather today, isn't it? Goblin: Good morning, Great Rimuru! Rimuru: Morning. Rimuru: Looks like it's finally done. Ranga: Yes. Ranga: This is our new assembly building. Rimuru: Hup. Rigurd: Good morning! Rigurd: Great Rimuru, how shall we prepare for the upcoming banquet? Rimuru: Banquet? Did something happen? Rigurd: Did you forget? Rigurd: It's to celebrate the passing of days since we Goblins met you! Rimuru: Are you a needy girlfriend?! Ranga: Then my clan must celebrate the day we met you, too! Kaijin: And we gotta celebrate the completion of our construction. Gobta: We can have a banquet for any reason! Shion: Don't forget the day we Ogres received names, as well. Gabiru: Please allow us to join you! Shuna: A banquet, you say? All: Banquet! Banquet! Banquet! Rimuru: Okay, okay! We'll do it! We'll celebrate all those things! Rimuru: The days are as lively as the number of people I've met. Rimuru: I wonder what today has in store. Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Text: Preview Gobta: Great Rimuru! Shuna: Where are you? Rigurd: We were only joking, Great Rimuru! Rimuru: Next time, "The Air in Spring and..." Rimuru: Crap!

{"type": "series", "show": "That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime", "episode": "00x01 - Slime Diaries: The Residents of the City of Monsters"}

foreverdreaming

Rimuru: Since the battle with the Orc Lord ended, Rimuru: we've been incredibly busy here, Rimuru: but with everyone chipping in, things are settling down. Rimuru: So, what's my schedule for today? Shion: There are no urgent items today. Rimuru: Oh, nice! Rigurd: You can take some time to rest for a change. Rimuru: Now that I think about it, I haven't had any days off. Rimuru: Okay, I'm gonna forget all about work Rimuru: and just have a lazy day! Rigurd: Please be as lazy as you'd like. Rimuru: Glance. Rimuru: Boing, boing. Rimuru: Boing, boing, boing. Rimuru: Boing, boing, boing, boing, boing. Rimuru: Boing, boing. Rimuru: Glance. Rimuru: One more try! Rimuru: Aw... Rimuru: Glance. Text: Fidgeting Rimuru: Hup. Rigurd: Oh, no. We couldn't trouble you to do the cooking, as well. Shion: There's no need for such concern. Shion: I'll do everything I can. Rimuru: Uh... Rimuru: Got anything? Shion: Pardon? Rimuru: Like... any work? Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Title: Day : The Air in Spring and... Gobta: So you ended up going back to work? Rimuru: When they told me I didn't need to do anything, I just got restless. Gobta: Man! Gobta: When you get a rare day off, you gotta have fun with it! Rimuru: O-Oh... Gobta: We've had some fun new businesses pop up lately. Rimuru: Oh? Gobta: You can count on me to give you the tour! Rimuru: Oh! Gobichi: Here ya go. Gobta: See? The food at these street stalls is great! Rimuru: Yeah! Gobta: And over there! Gobta: We've even got a gift shop. Rimuru: Oh? Gobta: Between you and me, I hope we get a place with some ladies soon. Rimuru: Ooh, yeah! Rigur: Where did he go? Gobta: Yikes! Gobta: Captain Rigur and Master Hakuro! Rimuru: Whoa! Hakuro: Did we imagine it? Rigur: He got away from us. Gobta: Man, enjoying a day off isn't easy, huh? Rimuru: Wait. I think you're just playing hooky. Shuna: Oh? Shuna: Brother, are you on standby today? Shuna: If you are... Benimaru: No. Benimaru: Even on a day off, Benimaru: I still need to discipline my mind and body, as well as care for my w*apon. Benimaru: A peaceful day like this Benimaru: is exactly when I must polish the sword that protects us. Benimaru: For Great Rimuru, for you, and for everyone in this town. Shuna: Brother... Shuna: But still... Shuna: I need to clean, so you can do that outside, okay? Rimuru: I guess in the end, I was a workaholic, too. Rimuru: So I'm in no place to lecture you. Geld: But you take pleasure in all you do, Great Rimuru. Geld: I merely lose myself in constant work. Geld: Even when I do get a break, I only feel lost. Geld: When my hands are idle, I feel as if I stand out from the rest of the town. Rimuru: Do you... like kids? Geld: No... I, um... Geld: Whoa, there. Be careful. Geld: I'm not sure if I "like" them. Geld: This just... happens, for some reason. Shuna: Oh, I didn't know you were there, Great Rimuru. Rimuru: My own secret fun. Ririna: Pardon me. Rimuru: Ririna-san! I don't see you here often. Ririna: The time has come to begin preparing the fields. Ririna: What shall we do? Text: Preparing the Fields = Work Rimuru: That's it! Text: Preparing the Fields = Work Rimuru: Get everyone together first thing in the morning! Ririna: Very well. I'll go and let everyone know. Rimuru: All right! Rimuru: We're gonna work those fields! Rimuru: As a step toward increasing the self-sufficiency of our growing town, Rimuru: we decided to start lots of fields for farming. Rimuru: It has long been said that any land that yields good food is good land. Rimuru: That's what I want our land to be. Rimuru: At any rate, I'll be counting on all of your help today. All: Understood! Goblin: You think we can grow the kinds of vegetables they sell in town? Goblin: I bet it'll be fun to help! Goblin: Let's all work hard on this! Hakuro: There is that saying about what one can't do on an empty stomach. Geld: I don't want to let our children starve. Rimuru: I know, right?! Shion: I relate! Text: Guoooogh Shion: We all want to eat delicious food, don't we? Rimuru: All right! Start planting! All: Yeah! Rimuru: You can be in charge of that field over there. Gobta: We gotta do our part, too! Gobto: I'm getting tired. Gobutz: Yeah. Gobto: I wanna ditch this work. Gobzo: I think it's pretty fun. Gobutz: Man, you sound like such a stiff. Gobto: Hey, Gobta, are you hearing this? Gobutz: Wait, what?! Gobutz: He's not even working! He's faking it! Gobto: Gobta! Why are you slacking off? Gobta: I'm not. Gobta: I was training in Meditation! Gobto: Meditation... Gobutz: I get it! Meditation! Kurobei: Hey, Gobta! Gobta: Kurobei?! Kurobei: I finished the thing Great Rimuru asked for. Gobta: For real?! Text: Reward for the Gabiru Battle Gobta: All right! I've been waiting for this! Gobta: From that time, right?! Gobta: Man, I really thought I was d*ad meat! Kurobei: Gobta, this w*apon can split the earth with one swing. Kurobei: It's a blade I'm most satisfied with. Gobta: I-It's amazing! Gobta: Now I'll be even stronger— Gobta: Maybe...? Text: w*apon Text: Hoe Gobto: Amazing, Gobta! Gobutz: The hard ground is breaking right apart! Gobto: It's really getting plowed! Both: It's like the hoe is an extension of your body! Gobta: Are you saying this is what suits me best?! Kurobei: Did I get something wrong? Shion: What are these beans? Text: Soybeans Shion: You're planting an awful lot of them. Rimuru: They're soybeans. Shion: Oh... Rimuru: If we grow them right, we can make lots of things from them. Rimuru: Seasonings like miso and soy sauce... Rimuru: And natto, too. Shion: Natto? Rimuru: Natto is, put simply... Rimuru: rotten beans! Rimuru: Have some, Shion! They're tasty! Rimuru: Don't be shy. Let me thank you for all the feasts you've made for me! Rimuru: I just love these slimy, stretchy, rotten beans! Text: Great Rimuru thinks rotten beans Text: are good Text: Great Rimuru thinks rotten Shion: Great Rimuru thinks rotten things are good! Shion: Great Rimuru thinks rotten things are good! Rimuru: Let me amend that! They're fermented! Fermented! Shion: Look forward to my next meal! Shion: The whole table will be covered with rotten things! Rimuru: Don't, Shion! Rimuru: What are you planning to make from those notes?! Rimuru: Shion! Rimuru: Slime Diaries: to be continued! Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Rimuru: So anyway... Text: Trial Rice Rimuru: I'd like you guys to plant the rice. Gabiru: Oh! I am so grateful! Gabiru: I must sing of my joy for— Rimuru: No need for that. Rimuru: Since your home's in the wetlands, this is perfect for you, right? Gabiru: Yes! Here, no matter what battle may befall us... Gabiru: We won't lose! Gabiru: I could even demonstrate my skills with the Vortex Spear— Rimuru: No need for that, either. Rimuru: Just so you know, I take the cultivation and improvement of rice pretty seriously. Rimuru: If you get carried away... Gabiru: Please forgive me! Gabiru: We will rise to meet your expectations... Gabiru: by performing our sacred dance! Lizards: Splish splash! Splish splash! Hey, hey, hey! Rimuru: Would you just get started already?! Gobta: There's Great Rimuru! Gobta: Great Rimuru! Rimuru: Hey, Gobta. Gobta: Where are you headed? Rimuru: Oh, there's a field of spring vegetables that I had Ririna-san start on early. Rimuru: Wanna go see it with me? Gobta: Sure! Rimuru: Okay, then, if you don't mind. Gobta: This is amazing! They're already good to go! Ririna: I'm happy to see how lively everyone is today. Rimuru: Right? We're gonna farm lots of fields this year! Rimuru: A lot of these guys are doing this work for the first time, so help them out. Ririna: Of course. Ririna: I'm in charge of the farming in this town. Ririna: Just leave it to me. Gobta: Why's there a doll standing in the middle of the field? Rimuru: Why? It's a scarecrow, of course. Rimuru: To scare crows away. Ririna: It's not working very well, though. Ririna: Just look at what's happened to our spring crops. Rimuru: Oh, no! My favorite spring cabbage! Gobta: Those guys are really smart. Gobta: A cheap doll like this won't work. Gobta: Let me take care of this! Gobta: Done! Gobta: What do you think of this strong body... Gobta: and this manly face? Gobta: Now you don't need to worry! Gobta: Let's go hide and see how it works! Gobta: It's sure to scare those guys off and fix our problem. Rimuru: Try hanging this up. Ririna: What is it? Soka: Amazing... Soei: Time to go on patrol. Soei: Let's go. Three: Right! Soka: Did he... want to help plant seeds? Soei: Don't lag behind. Soka: R-Right! Haruna: Princess Shuna, the hotpot is ready. Shuna: Thank you. Both: We're back. Shuna: Garm and Dord, welcome back. Dord: Oh, are you two going out to the fields, too? Haruna: Yes, we're done with our work here, so we're taking food. Shuna: We wanted to provide a hot meal for everyone who's working so hard. Garm: Oh, that sounds nice. Dord: Go on. Leave the rest to us. Haruna: Thank you. Shuna: We'll be going now. Garm: They're nice girls, eh, Brother? Dord: They sure are, Brother. Garm: Tighter in the rear and ankles! Dord: Looks good! This'll work great! Garm: Don't you love how women look in work pants, Brother? Dord: Sure do, Brother. Let's make it a trend. Kaijin: You guys really get into your work, huh? Lady: Geld! Geld: Yes? Guy: Geld! Geld: One moment. I'll be right there. Rimuru: Hey, Geld! Geld: Yes? Rimuru: Since you're here, come do some planting. Geld: No, I'm here to carry loads. Rimuru: C'mon, just try it! Geld: A-All right... Rimuru: That's it, keep them evenly spaced. Don't crush the seedling. Rimuru: That'll do it! Come summer, we'll be eating the fruits of this labor! Rimuru: The fruits... Geld: Is it all right if I come to take a look now and then? Rimuru: Sure. We'll all check up on it together. Text: Rest Area Hakuro: Being bent over all day certainly takes a toll. Kurobei: What're you talking about? Kurobei: You were faster and more accurate than anyone. Hakuro: Call it the wisdom of my years. Gobta: Is this really my reward? Shuna: Here you go. Kid: Thank you! Shuna: Would you like some lunch, Brother? Benimaru: Sure. Kid: Sir Benimaru! Kid: How can we get as strong as you? Benimaru: Well, let's see... Benimaru: You need to be able to eat anything, and don't be picky. Benimaru: And... Benimaru: the first step... Benimaru: is to build up a strong body. Kids: Got it! Kids: Thank you, Sir Benimaru! Benimaru: Sure. Let's keep up the good work. Kids: Okay! Benimaru: Eat well and grow up strong, little ones! Shuna: Here you go, Brother. Benimaru: Thanks. Benimaru: Come on, I told you to leave out the carrots! Shuna: Aw, you won't get strong that way. Shuna: Here! Rimuru: The spring air is starting to pack a punch. Rimuru: The smell of dirt is unexpectedly strong. Rimuru: The air in my lungs and the food in my belly... Rimuru: They're enough to fill me up. Rimuru: They're enough to make me fully aware. Rimuru: All right! I'm gonna get to work! Rimuru: So, now that we've completed the planting... Rimuru: Cheers! And good work! Shion: That's so good! Guy: Wow, cabbage rolls! Lady: I hope the crops are producing by fall. Benimaru: Good job today. You really worked hard. Geld: Same to you. Gabiru: What did you think of my rice-growing dance? Rigurd: I'm sorry. I missed it. Guy: That smells so good! It's driving me crazy! Gobta: If you need someone who can handle a hoe, just call me! Gobto: Yay, Gobta! Text: Out on Business Treyni: Everyone truly worked hard today. Rimuru: Yeah, but I guess the truly hard part's still to come. Treyni: True. There is much to do by harvest time. Treyni: But I'm sure you will be rewarded with fine crops this year. Rimuru: Sweet, a seal of approval! Rimuru: Plants are kind of your specialty, after all. Treyni: Yes, which is why... Treyni: I was waiting all this time for my... Treyni: invitation. Rimuru: Crap! I forgot to invite her! Treyni: I'm a Dryad, a caretaker of the forest... Treyni: I waited the whole time, in the shadows of those trees... Rimuru: Uh, I promise I'll invite you when it's time to harvest! Rimuru: Please understand! Gobta: Aw, you made her cry. Rimuru: Please cheer up! Look, I've got potato chips! Treyni: Sniffle... Rimuru: Right after that party, Rimuru: with or without the knowledge of Treyni-san, the rainy season began. Rimuru: Turns out this world has a rainy season, too. Gobta: Still raining today? Gobta: It's a little depressing when this goes on for days on end. Treyni: Now, now, please don't say such things. Treyni: We need the rain. Treyni: The earth receives this blessing from the heavens in abundance, Treyni: then the green grows, the insects multiply, and the small critters propagate, Treyni: which again feeds the earth. Treyni: Ah, a new flavor. Treyni: And that is how the forest grows steadily bigger. Gobta: Huh... Gobta: So that's why you've put on weight. Rimuru: Quick! Shut the window! Gobta: Right! Text: Preview Shuna: I caught you! Rimuru: Next time, "Summer in Jura."

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foreverdreaming

Rimuru: The seasons changed, and summer arrived in Tempest. Shuna: Great Rimuru. Rimuru: Ooh, sunflowers! Rimuru: How summery! Shuna: Yes, I planted flowers that seemed similar to the ones you described. Rimuru: They're so nice. Text: Pseudo-Sunflowers Rimuru: Upsy-daisy. Rimuru: Slurp... Rimuru: Am I... being watched? Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Title: Day : Summer in Jura Rimuru: Summer in Jura... Rimuru: sure is hot. Rimuru: Hey, Rigurd... Rimuru: Everyone really seems to be struggling. Rigurd: Yes... Rigurd: Even I can't recall experiencing a summer this hot before. Rimuru: Wait, could it be... Rimuru: that clearing the forest to build our city changed the natural environment? Rigurd: No, no! Rigurd: I'm sure it's because the great Storm Dragon disappeared! Rimuru: O-Oh, yeah? Rigurd: In any case, this is the work of the gods. Rigurd: It is not your doing! Rigurd: It was the Storm Dragon. You're fine. Just fine. Rimuru: Right, it was Veldora! Rimuru: Nothing we can do about Veldora! Rimuru: I met him... Rimuru: I became his friend, and... Rimuru: I ate him! Rimuru: So this is my fault, either way! Rimuru: Sorry, Veldora! Veldora: No matter! Veldora: Don't trouble yourself over such small things! Ifrit: You can't make that move. Text: Double Pawn Veldora: Huh? Rimuru: Great Sage, get me info on the effects of deforestation on the environment. Great Sage: Understood. Rimuru: Hey, you two... Rimuru: Aren't you hot in those outfits? Shion: Not at all. I like summer. Shuna: I do hold an official title, after all. Shuna: At all times, I must carry myself in a way that will not bring shame upon me. Rimuru: Well, as long as you don't keel over because of it... Shion: No need to worry! Shion: If I get too hot, I'll just remove a layer that isn't visible. Shion: Like today! Rimuru: Huh? Shion: Wha... Hey! Shuna: Excuse us for a moment, Great Rimuru! Shion: What are you doing?! Shion: Great Rimuru, this breezy feeling is quite comfortable! Rimuru: Yum! Rimuru: I wonder if it's chilled yet. Text: Barley Tea Gobta: Wow, Great Rimuru! Thank you so much for this! Text: Guard Gobta: I feel alive again! Rimuru: Uh-huh. Gobte: Great Rimuru! Gobte: It's so cold and delicious! Rimuru: Right? Rimuru: A lot of things are nice in summer, but this is just essential! Gobta: Is that right? What other things are there? Rimuru: Well, let's see... Rimuru: When I was a kid, I liked catching bugs. Gobta: What? Slimes catch bugs as kids? Rimuru: Oh, uh... Rimuru: Like this! This is the kind I liked. Gobta: Uh... We have that kind around here, but... Rimuru: What? Really?! Rimuru: That's perfect! Let's go bug-catching! Rimuru: I love bug-catching! It really feels like summer! Gobta: I'm... not too thrilled about this... Rimuru: Huh? Rimuru: What? You prefer stag beetles? Gobta: Uh... No, it's not that... Gobta: Guess we let our guard down, huh, Great Rimuru? Gobta: You guys ready? All: Yeah! Gobzo: Aye! Gobta: Commence operation! Rimuru: Gotcha! Rimuru: Huh?! Gobta: Now's our chance! Gobta: Looks like you're out of a*mo, Great Rimuru! Gobta: We're gonna leave you soaked from head to toe. Gobta: Head... to... toe! Gobta: Okay, guys! b*mb him! Rimuru: That's playing dirty! Gobta: Don't like it? Just try and fight back! Gobta: Ah... Look at us, toying with Great Rimuru... Gobta: What is this feeling welling up in me? Gobta: No fair f*ring from your mouth... Rimuru: Sorry. I wasn't thinking. Shion: What are you doing over there, Ranga? Ranga: Well, lately, Great Rimuru hasn't been pla— Range: I mean, calling me for anything. Shion: Oh... Ranga: He used to ride on my back everywhere... Ranga: And after that, Ranga: he'd let me pet him... Shion: Pet him? Ranga: And rub on him... Shion: Rub on him? Ranga: And even lick him! Shion: L-Lick him?! Shion: Even I haven't done that yet! Ranga: Heh. Ranga: Could it be that I upset him without realizing it? Shion: Don't know, don't care, you dumb dog! Shion: It's probably because that mane of yours was smothering him. Shion: Itis summer. Ranga: You're the one who's smothering him by clinging to him all day, Ranga: thoughtless woman! Shion: First of all, as his secretary, Shion: I'msupposed to be with him at all times! Ranga: Well, as his attendant,I should be with him at all times! Shion: But rubbing... Shion: I want to at least rub on him! Ranga: I will not allow you... Ranga: to do such insolent things to my master! Ranga: No insolence! Rimuru: They must be pretty good buddies to wrestle in this heat. Shion: I want to rub him! Ranga: No insolence! Shion: Rub... Rimuru: Maybe I'll pair them up sometime. Ranga: Insolence! Shion: And maybe even... lick him! Ranga: Why, you— Kids: Gobta! Let's play! Rimuru: Oh, there he is. Rimuru: Benimaru, got a minute? Benimaru: What is it? Benimaru: Not another nasty trick, I hope. Rimuru: Oh, nah. Rimuru: Since it's crazy hot, I thought we could make the most of it Rimuru: and have an endurance contest. Benimaru: I appreciate that you never get up without a fight when you fall, Benimaru: but what do you mean by an endurance contest? Rimuru: An endurance contest means... Text: The Strongest Challenger On f*re!! King of Endurance Battle Text: Taking on heat that surpasses their limits Rimuru: We sit in the sun and turn up the heat... Rimuru: Then put on more layers... Text: Layers Rimuru: And finally, eat a hot pot meal. Rimuru: And the one who resists giving up until the end is the winner. Rimuru: That's the basic idea. Akina: You should do it. Gobta: I do want to make myself stand out, but this gives me a bad feeling. Rimuru: Benimaru, a strong guy like you wouldn't let a little heat get you down, right? Benimaru: Hmm... In that case, I'll give you a taste of my Strained Endurance. Text: (Self-Professed) Shion: You've done nothing that made you look good recently, after all. Benimaru: You shut up! Shion: Well, it's the truth. Benimaru: Why, you... Benimaru: Just watch, you deplorable secretary! Benimaru: This is how a warrior of flame lives! Text:Forest of Jura Endurance Contest Soka: Oh, no! The hot pot has taken out all of the competitors! Text: Sponsor Rimuru: I can't believe Benimaru lost! Shion: I wonder what happened... Gobta: I'm so glad I didn't enter! Gobta: Yow, it's hot! What is all this?! Gobta: This is an actual endurance contest! Kurobei: It's a blacksmith shop. What'd ya expect? Gobta: You're sweating like crazy, Kurobei! Gobta: Are you okay? Kurobei: Oh, yeah. I'm thick-skinned, so it doesn't bother me. Kurobei: Oh, that's right. Your w*apon. Kurobei: Sorry you had to wait so long for it. Gobta: I can't believe Kurobei can still smile Gobta: when he's been shut up in here in the height of summer. Kurobei: Y'know... Kurobei: I was just plugging away, and before I knew it, I'd made this. Gobta: I think... you should probably take some time to cool off... Rimuru: Did you just hear something? Shion: No. Rimuru: Sh-Shion... Might I ask what you're doing? Shion: Rubbing on you. Rimuru: Oh, okay. Shuna: Shion... Shuna: Please let me hold Great Rimuru, too. Shion: Oh, no, you can't do that. Shion: This is his secretary's job. Rimuru: Uh, it's not really, actually... shuna: Great Rimuru just said that's not true. Shion: Well, it is true. Shion: Grr! Shuna: Great Rimuru! Shion: Rub, rub! Shuna: Give me a turn already! Shion: I refuse! Rimuru: Come on, ladies! Be nice! Nice, I say! Both: R-Right... Rimuru: Sheesh. What do they think I am, a pet? Rimuru: Well, it's not a bad feeling, though. Rimuru: My name is Rimuru Tempest. Rimuru: I was just a lowly salaryman, Rimuru: but then I got s*ab to death and reincarnated in another world. Rimuru: Next thing I knew, I was a mascot for these cute girls. Shion: Hm, he's starting to feel a bit warm. Shuna: Great Rimuru, can you cool yourself down a bit? Text:Cooling Water Pillow Shion: He's cooler now. Shuna: You're the best, Great Rimuru. Rimuru: I just happen to be giving these two some extra kindness today, that's all. Rimuru: I am most certainly not spoiling them. Great Sage: Sudden acceleration of thought pattern detected. Text: Sudden acceleration of thought pattern detected Text: This is the most basic reaction that occurs when one is lying Great Sage: This is the most basic reaction that occurs when one is lying— Rimuru: Hush! Ririna: It's been extremely hot for several days. Ririna: On top of that, it looks like they didn't take well to the soil. Ririna: I tried several different things to help, but... Geld: I see. Ririna: Oh, but a few of the plants survived, so there is hope. Ririna: Here. Ririna: Since this one lived, go ahead and eat it. Ririna: Are you sure that was all right? Treyni: Here is your Tempest Blue. Rimuru: Ooh! It looks nice and cool! Treyni: Please, enjoy it while it's cold. Rimuru: Hey, I think I taste mint! Treyni: I used cooling herbs instead of alcohol. Rimuru: I'm not a child, you know... Rimuru: But the cool sensation makes it perfect for a hot summer like this! Treyni: Yes, this summer is indeed quite hot. Treyni: But in the long term, it is but a fluctuation. Treyni: This may be the initial swing or the return swing. Rimuru: Unfortunately, I'm not that good at looking at the long term. Treyni: This forest has changed a great deal, thanks to your help. Treyni: And the people of this town are adapting well to these unexpected changes. Treyni: You need not worry. I know everything will work out. Rimuru: Thanks, Treyni-san. Treyni: Easing the hearts of patrons is one of Snack Bar Jura's jobs. Haruna: Welcome! Kaijin: Ah, the mistress is here today. Treyni: Oh, Mister Kaijin. Welcome back. Rimuru: Speaking of unexpected... Rimuru: This bar wasn't yours before, was it, Treyni-san? Treyni: Oh, dear. Rimuru: I'm pretty sure it was supposed to be named "Goblina," too. Treyni: Everyone is adapting well. Gobta: Hey, Great Rimuru. This is where you've been? Gobta: The fireflies are swarming! Let's go see them! Rimuru: Now, now, Gobta-kun. Not so loud. Gobta: Come on, hurry! Gobta: We might never see a swarm like this again! Rimuru: Whoa, wait... Treyni: Have a good evening, Great Rimuru. Rimuru: Sheesh, what am I gonna do with you? Rimuru: Sorry. I'll come back. Rimuru: When I was a kid, all my energy went into summer vacation. Rimuru: I'd get up early, even if I had no plans, Rimuru: and stay up late until I passed out. Rimuru: Everything I saw looked dazzlingly bright, Rimuru: and I fully absorbed everything I did. Rimuru: Now that I think about it, this is summer vacation, too. Rimuru: I treat every day as new and enjoy it to the fullest... Rimuru: and I'll fill every page of this diary. Rimuru: I wonder if it'll be this hot again tomorrow. Rimuru: That's my endless summer vacation. Rimuru: A tradition every summer in Jura: Rimuru: the appearance of a multitude of slimes. Shion: Great Rimuru! Men: Great Rimuru! Women: Don't go back to your family! Rimuru: But you guys are my family. Rimuru: I guess this world has cumulonimbus clouds, too. Rimuru: The sunflowers are a bit off, though. Title: Next Time Title: "A Day in a Swimsuit" Rimuru: Next time, "A Day in a Swimsuit."

{"type": "series", "show": "That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime", "episode": "00x03 - Slime Diaries: Summer in Jura"}

foreverdreaming

Rimuru: There's still a part of this season that's missing. Rimuru: Do you know what it is? Rigurd: I do not. Rimuru: It's... Rimuru: A summer festival! Rimuru: I want to have a summer festival in this town! Rigurd: Summer... festi...val? Rimuru: Yeah! It's, uh... Rimuru: basically a party you throw in summer! Rigurd: A party? Text:Festival Text: Fireworks Text: Bon Dance Rimuru: With stuff like this... Rigurd: Yes! That's it! Text: Cute in Yukata Text: Delicious Food Stalls! Rimuru: And stuff like this... Rimuru: And something like this! Rimuru: You'll have one week to prepare. Rimuru: Think you can do it? Rigurd: Yes! We will take care of it! All: Just leave it to us! Rimuru: All right! Rimuru: Show me the best you all can do! All: Right! Rimuru: And so... Rimuru: preparations began to show off the best that monsters can do. Both: This is gonna be big! Rimuru: This city's culture continues to evolve through its parties. Rimuru: Looks like we can look forward to a great summer festival! Title:That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Title: Return of the Summer Festival Rimuru: Festival preparations came together at breakneck speed. Rimuru: Wow, this looks great! Text: Festival Text: Fireworks Text: Bon Dance Rimuru: It's looking just like the flyer! Rimuru: Yes! Shion: The food stalls are nearly ready, as well. Rimuru: Ooh! A mask stall! Rimuru: Those bring back memories! I love it! Rimuru: Let's go see what kinds they've got! Shion: Sure. Rimuru: It might sound weird coming from me, but... Rimuru: That's just creepy... Shion: Creepy? Shuna: It's not creepy at all. Haruna: Wow, Shion! Shuna: Great Rimuru! Both: You're so cute! Rimuru: Girly clothes again... Rimuru: Shuna, you look great in yours, like always. Shuna: Oh, please... Rimuru: And Shion, you actually look pretty graceful today. Shion: Just listen to this! They wrapped up my chest so tightly! Shuna: I just thought... Shuna: that big chests get in the way of dressing. Shuna: Big chests get in the way of dressing. Shuna: Big chests get in the way of dressing. Shuna: No other reason! Rimuru: O-Okay... Shion: Can't breathe... Haruna: Oh, I'll loosen your sash. Rimuru: Replicate a Japanese summer festival as closely as possible... Rimuru: that's the concept of this event. Shuna: We can probably sell the food and such at our regular stalls around town. Rimuru: Yeah. Text: Tayaki Shuna: After much trial and error, I think we did a good job reproducing this. Rimuru: Whoa! Rimuru: It's takoyaki! Shuna: Please enjoy it while it's hot. Rimuru: I will! Text: Gobichi's Special Text: Takoyaki-like product Rimuru: I never thought I'd get to eat takoyaki again! Rimuru: Down the hatch! Rimuru: Yum! Rimuru: The thick, piping hot batter... Rimuru: The crispy, savory outer shell it forms once it's cooked... Rimuru: The aromatic sauce that stimulates my appetite... Rimuru: And... this texture! Rimuru: I didn't think it'd be possible to get it without an ocean nearby! Rimuru: It actually has octopus in it! Shuna: Oh, that's something just a bit different. Rimuru: Huh? What is it? Shuna: You don't want to see it. Gobichi: Here you go. I added some extra. Gobichi: Two orders of takoyaki. Rimuru: Huh? Haruna: Here you go. Ririna: Oh! Ririna: Thank you, Haruna! Haruna: Please, think nothing of it! Garm: Ain't that nice, Brother? Dord: Yeah. Both: It's working! Kid: It's working... Text: Shaved Ice Rimuru: This is the stall I came up with! Benimaru: Shaved ice? Benimaru: Is it possible to get ice in this season? Rimuru: Go on, try it! Benimaru: Thank you. Benimaru: It's cold... and sweet! Shion: The ice is as soft and fluffy as snow. Rimuru: Kurobei made the blades for the shaved ice machine! Kurobei: Great Rimuru, we need some more ice, please! Rimuru: All righty! Rimuru: Icicle sh*t! Guy: Awesome! Guy: That was awesome! Rimuru: Aw, thanks! Girl: Great Rimuru! Rimuru: Kurobei, whip me up a bowl, too! Kurobei: You got it. Benimaru: Is this ice... safe to eat? Rimuru: What? It's not? Benimaru: It's not going to freeze my guts, is it? Shion: As long as it tastes good, who cares? Shuna: Right! Rimuru: And... Rimuru: This is my recommendation! Girl: It's blue? Rimuru: It wasn't easy to recreate this beautiful blue! Rimuru: By the way, it's called Blue Hawaii, and— Guy: It's Great Rimuru's color! Guy: Wow, it really is! Guy: It's Great Rimuru! Girl: It's a blue as clear and majestic as the sky. Girl: The cold ice and gentle sweetness feel wonderful! Guy: Great Rimuru! Guy: It really is Great Rimuru! Girl: Great Rimuru flavor! Guy: Great Rimuru... flavor! Shion: Oh, my. Shuna: It really is. Shion: Great Rimuru is... Shuna: ...truly delicious. Rimuru: Sometimes, those two scare me. Yashichi: Step right up! Come one, come all! Yashichi: See a battle to the death between the hero Gabiru and Death Panda! Rimuru: There are all kinds of stalls. Yashichi: You'll have a blast! Text:Hero Gabiru VS Death Panda Sukero: Hey, wanna stop and watch? Yashichi: You can't see the hero Gabiru fight to the death anywhere else! Kakushin: Indeed! Yashichi: You don't wanna miss this! Text: Goldfish Scooping Text: Goldfish Bowls Available Rimuru: Hakuro's running a goldfish scooping stall? Rimuru: It's got the look down. Gobta: I'm helping out, too! Hakuro: This is a game that requires concentration. Hakuro: I would be glad to teach you how to do it. Rimuru: Please. They used to call me the Speed-of-Sound Scoop, you know. Rimuru: Just watch! Gobta: Our goldfish are really lively. Rimuru: Just need one to start with... Rimuru: All right! That's the one! Rimuru: Line it up and scoop it out... Rimuru: Wha?! Rimuru: Hey, what the heck was that?! Gobta: Get careless and you could lose a finger. Hakuro: When that happens, strike its vital points with the edge of the scoop. Kid: That fish was really big! Kid: But the one before was even bigger. Kid: I wanna see some more big fish. Gobta: Want to try it again? Gobta: You might be able to catch one this time! Hakuro: All things come with practice. Rimuru: The goldfish in this alternate world sure are strong... Gobto: Step right up! Come one, come all! Gobchi: Care to try a sh**ting game? Gobchi: All you need to do is h*t the target to win great prizes! Gobto: The top prize is a : scale Great Rimuru! Text:Target Practice Gobto: That's life-sized! Gobto: You can do whatever you want with this Great Rimuru! Gobchi: There you go. Take aim. Text: Gabiru Soka: Well done, Master Soei. You haven't missed a sh*t. Gobto: Hey! Gobto: Don't throw real w*apon at our prizes! Text:Gabiru Gobto: Here, you can have this! Please leave now! Text: Gabiru Soei: You can have it. Soka: Dearest Father... Soka: For the first time in my life, I have received a gift from a man. Abiru: That doll with the blade stuck in it is your brother, though... Rimuru: Damn! I couldn't catch a single one. Rimuru: What the heck was that giant goldfish? Rimuru: Was it even a goldfish? Text: Vine Fortunes Text: Always Accurate Rimuru: Vine fortunes? Rimuru: Treyni-san? Treyni: Oh, Great Rimuru. Treyni: Would you like to try out a vine fortune? Treyni: They are always accurate. Rimuru: A Dryad's running a fortune-telling stall at a festival? Treyni: Why not try it to see what waits in your city's future? Rimuru: The future? Wait... Text: Lightly Salted Text: Nori and Salt Text: Salad Text: Butter Rimuru: Are those potato chips? Rimuru: This seems shady... Treyni: Oh, dear, it isn't shady at all. Treyni: Please, give it a try. Rimuru: Okay, I'll try lightly salted. Rimuru: Get it right! Treyni: I'm sorry, that just startled me... Treyni: You are indeed the leader of a nation. So very greedy. Treyni: But I am not a prize. Treyni: Please, try again. Rimuru: Wait, is that vine attached to you? Treyni: N-No, of course not... Rimuru: Huh... Rimuru: Okay, this time, I'll try... Rimuru: this! Treyni: Not that one! It's my weakness! Rimuru: Are these really attached to prizes? Treyni: Well, um... Treyni: It seems they've gotten tangled up... Rimuru:Slime Diaries! Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Text: Slay the Beast Kid: Everyone, it is now time for the Bon dance. Kid: Please gather around the raised stage in the central plaza. Gabiru: All right, men! It's our time to shine at last! Lizards: Yeah! Gabiru: Let's go! Bon dance! Gabiru: That's it! Lizards: Go, Sir Gabiru! Lizards: Gabiru! Gabiru! Gabiru! Gabiru: Great Rimuru! Gabiru: What did you think of our dance? Rimuru: Huh? Oh, this is where you guys were? Rimuru: I'm glad you got to dance with us! Rimuru: Wasn't that fun? Gabiru: Gabiru! Ranga: Master gave us the challenge of putting on this "summer festival." Ranga: All these different races came together Ranga: and worked hand in hand, Ranga: and now there are smiles everywhere you look. Haruna: Ranga! Haruna: We bought you some takoyaki! Ririna: Lightly seasoned and with no onions, of course. Ranga: Ooh! For me?! Haruna: Be careful, they're very hot. Haruna: Are you all right? Ranga: Both parties and festivals bring us all together as one. Guy: Wow, check that out! Rimuru: You even made one of these? Rigurd: Great Rimuru! Come, get inside! Girl: It's amazing. Girl: Wow! Rigurd: Hold on tight! Guys: And... hup! Guy: Heave-ho! Heave-ho! Rimuru: They're all carrying the float I'm riding on... All: Great Rimuru! Shuna: Great Rimuru, please answer them. Rimuru: R-Right... Both: Shuna! Shuna: Hi there! Rimuru: You're so used to this. Rimuru: I don't think I'll ever get used to it. Shuna: Really? Rimuru: Yeah, it just feels... Rimuru: kinda wrong somehow. Rimuru: Like I should be apologizing. Shuna: This is the duty of one who sits in a high position. Rimuru: Is it? Shion: That's right. Shion: It makes you feel warm deep in your chest, doesn't it? Shion: Just look at all these uncultured men, dripping with sweat... Rimuru: You could be either a queen or a tyrant. I'm not sure which. Guys: Heave-ho! Great Sage: Notice. Text: Notice Great Sage: Shion is attempting to acquire Purple Empress. Rimuru: Well, stop her! Shion:Slime Diaries. Text: Acquisition failed. (Great Sage) Rimuru: I guess I feel this nostalgia because I can't go back to it... Rimuru: This summer festival was my own selfish whim. Rimuru: I set aside my worries Rimuru: about the future and my lingering anxieties Rimuru: to enjoy this time, this moment... Rimuru: We're all here, I see. Shuna: Great Rimuru! Rimuru: Bursting into existence like fireworks... Rimuru: and quickly fading away like fireworks. Rimuru: I guess as long as we're having fun, it's all good. Rimuru: I really am selfish, huh? Rimuru: Tamaya! Shion: Um, what does "tamaya" mean? Rimuru: Uh, actually... I forgot. Kurobei: We'll f*re 'em all at once. Guy: Right. Kaijin: And this marks the end of this summer! Guy: This one's gonna be big! Text: How to Play Rigurd: Great Rimuru! Kaijin: Well done, my man! Rimuru: The silence in the town sure stands out now that the festival's over. Shuna: That's true. Rimuru: Hey... Rimuru: Was the sky always this big? Rigurd: How did you like the festival, Great Rimuru? Rimuru: Hey, Rigurd, nice work today! Rimuru: I had a blast! Rimuru: I wouldn't mind doing fun stuff like this all the time! Rigurd: Indeed... But it is time to begin discussing our next party. Rimuru: Huh? There's already one planned? Rigurd: Yes! Rigurd: And the one after, and the one after that... Shion: Isn't it exciting? Shuna: Let's start preparing right away! Rimuru: I guess these guys are selfish, too. Text: Preview Shion: This feels much better. Rimuru: Well, itis more your style. Shion: Next time, "Changes."

{"type": "series", "show": "That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime", "episode": "00x05 - Slime Diaries: Return of the Summer Festival"}

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Shizu: Hi, everyone. I'm Shizue Izawa. Shizu: I've come back for the Bon Festival. Shizu: I wonder how Slime-san is doing. Shizu: I decided to visit because I was wondering about that, but... Shizu: That tiny town is a bustling city of so many monsters now. Shizu: I've heard rumors Shizu: that Slime-san is living in a form that resembles my own. Shizu: It's a little embarrassing. Rimuru: Why is it always clothes like these?! Shuna: It looks so nice on you, Great Rimuru! Text: Rimuru Shion: We still have more! Rimuru: Please, no! Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Title: Day : Changes Rimuru: So on that note, Rimuru: tomorrow and the next day will be a holiday called the Bon Festival. Gobta: Bon Festival? What's that? Rimuru: A day to give thanks to our ancestors Rimuru: and reconfirm our bonds with our families and clans. Rimuru: Our town doesn't have much history of its own, Rimuru: but all of you living here have histories, right? Kaijin: That's true. Geld: Indeed... Rimuru: So once a year, you should have a party with your own kin Rimuru: to talk about your people's origins Rimuru: and tell stories of the past with your families and siblings. Rigurd: Our clan's own... Rigur: ...party?! Rimuru: And of course, though we're all different races, this whole town is a family. Rimuru: Once you know about your history, you can teach each other about it Rimuru: and deepen your bonds with everyone you know now. Lady: What a good idea, Great Rimuru! Guy: Great Rimuru! Gobtaa: Great Rimuru, what does "Bon" mean, anyway? Rimuru: Uh, good question... Rimuru: I don't know, either. Rimuru: Oh, right, I know! Rimuru: It's something about putting tons of food on your plate and having fun! Guy: I love it! Guy: That clears it right up! Guy: You're the best, Great Rimuru! Rimuru: Aw... Great Sage: The Bon Festival is a period in July when the ghosts of— Rimuru: Okay, we don't need to make it complicated! Rimuru: Today's the day I've been waiting for: Rimuru: the day Rimuru's Retreat is ready for me. Rimuru: Yay! New tatami! Shion: It's smaller than all the other houses in town. Shion: It's not fit for you, Great Rimuru. Rimuru: This tight, relaxing space that feels like a secret base is just what I wanted! Rimuru: Nothing fancy, nothing pretentious, no way to get bored! Rimuru: It's like the cheap apartment I lived in when I first moved to Tokyo. Rimuru: Maybe I haven't changed on the inside at all... Rimuru: Well, wouldn't want to forget where I came from. Shion: Why are you making such a sad face? Gobta: I have to spend my day off fishing with you? Gobta: We haven't had a single bite yet. Hakuro: That's because you're holding on to wicked thoughts. Hakuro: The paths of swordsmanship and fishing lead to each other. Hakuro: You must become one with nature and melt into the flow of mana. Hakuro: Then not only the fish, but any enemy you face is no match for... Text: See Ya Hakuro: To think the likes of Gobta could trick me... Hakuro: Seeing my pupils mature is both joyful and saddening. Hakuro: Starting tomorrow, you'll train ten times as hard to match your rate of growth! Gobta: I was just kidding! I'm right here! Rimuru: When I first met him, he looked like some wild brigand, Rimuru: but now he's a brilliant military commander. Rimuru: Yo! What'cha doin'? Benimaru: Reviewing the organization of our forces. Rimuru: Wow, sounds tough. Benimaru: The town has grown, and so has its population. Benimaru: And thanks to Hakuro's training, Benimaru: everyone's skills have improved dramatically. Benimaru: These peaceful times with no major wars to fight Benimaru: are the best time to build an invincible army with no weaknesses. Shuna: Pardon me. Shuna: I've brought tea. Rimuru: You've changed, huh? Benimaru: I'm still the same me I was in the past. Rimuru: Nope, you've changed. Title: Slime Diaries Benimaru: Slime Diaries! Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Shuna: Don't forget here, Brother. Benimaru: Right! Text: A True Story: Secret Agent Soei Hakuro: A True Story: Secret Agent Soei. Hakuro: The work of a secret agent is very diverse. Hakuro: Escorting... Hakuro: Spying... Guy: Check this out! Guy: With all this, we can live it up for a good while! Hakuro: As well as investigation... Hakuro: and assassination. Hakuro: There is no room for personal affairs. Hakuro: He must be silent, cool-headed, and flawless... Hakuro: all for his master's benefit. Hakuro: That is his fate. Soei: As for the resistance in the Kobold settlement... Soei: We must report the nuance of the conversation accurately. Soei: Do you remember what was said? Soka: Yes, every single word. Soei: Then will you be the head of the west or the head of the east? Text: West Text: East Soka: Huh? U-Um, the head of the west, then... Soei: The straight man, eh? You've become quite confident. Soka: S-Straight man? Soei: I'll be the funny man, then. End all lines with "arf." Soka: G-Got it... arf. Rimuru: Come in! Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Soka: Um... Great Rimuru found that hilarious. Hakuro: The young master looks more and more like our late lord. Kurobei: Sure does. Kurobei: Sir Benimaru looks much stronger than he did back in our village. Benimaru: Don't flatter me. It's all because of Great Rimuru. Benimaru: Hey, Hakuro... Benimaru: What was my father like when he was young? Hakuro: Back then, our village was also small, and our lord... Hakuro: He could not begin to compare to you. Hakuro: He was far worse. Shuna: I've never heard about this... Hakuro: I would imagine not. Hakuro: It was long before you two were born. Hakuro: What fine weather we're having... Rimuru: I'm a slime. Rimuru: So if I'm a slime, why do I look like a human? Rimuru: There's a reason. Rimuru: Back when this was still a small, simple town, Rimuru: she came here from the Kingdom of Blumund with her companions... Eren: Why'd you have to poke at its nest?! Gido: We're gonna die! Kaval: I couldn't help it! I was curious! Shizu: Enough chatter! Just run! Rimuru: ...along with trouble. Text: Kingdom of Blumund Gido: What's the matter? Eren: I'm not sure. Eren: I dreamed about Shizu for the first time in a while. Kaval: Oh, I did, too. Gido: So did I. Kaval: We should visit her grave... Kaval: Except I guess she doesn't have one. Kaval: It was the leader of the monster city that laid her to rest. Gido: I wonder how Rimuru's doing. Eren: We should, at least, say a prayer while we're here. Eren: Shizu, we're doing just fine as adventurers. Gido: We're dirt poor, but we're having fun. Kaval: Please continue to watch over us. Shizu: Of course. Good luck. Kaval: So, what was Shizu like in your dream? Eren: Actually, she was in the form of a bunny being chased by monsters. Kaval: Oh, yeah, that look suited her. Shizu: Wait, wait! Something's wrong here! Gido: She was into that kind of thing. Shizu: You've got it all wrong! Text: Lake Siss Home of the Lizardmen Abiru: Ah, the Bon Festival, you say? What a lovely holiday. Soka: Yes. Soka: And I've brought this, from the outsider of our clan. Abiru: Come closer. Soka: Of course. Abiru: I see. So he is doing well. Soka: Yes. Soka: He hasn't changed, but he is working his hardest. Abiru: Honestly, that boy... Abiru: Good work. Soka: Thank you. Soka: Then, I will now take my leave. Abiru: Wait. Abiru: By the way, Soka... Abiru: You have received a marriage proposal. Abiru: You have received a marriage proposal. Abiru: Look! What do you think of this guy? Soka: I respectfully decline. Abiru: Huh?! Abiru: Then how about this— Soka: No, thank you. Abiru: No?! Then this one?! Abiru: Wait, wait, wait! This one is good, too! Abiru: Come on! Just pick a card, any card! Soka: This is why I never want to come back home. Text: Puppet Nation Distave Clayman: There is a king in this world who rules over monsters: Clayman: a Demon Lord. Clayman: Yes, I am the ruler of Distave... Clayman: The king. Clayman: It is nearly time for Walpurgis... Clayman: Time to carry out my plan. Clayman: Demon Lord Carrion may be crude, Text: Animal Kingdom of Eurazania Beast King Carrion Clayman: but he has an earnest sensitivity and an eye for the genuine. Clayman: Frey joined us quite abruptly, Text: Winged Nation of Fulbrosia Sky Queen Frey Clayman: but with her femininity and delicate nature, she can sympathize with me. Clayman: And... Clayman: Milim Nava. Text: Milim Nava Text: Demon Lord Clayman: She may be the oldest of the Demon Lords, Clayman: but I have already looked into her tendencies carefully. Clayman: All measures have been taken. Clayman: Now, come at once, Demon Lords, Clayman: for the sake of my ambition! Text: The Walpurgis Plan Preparations to Serve Clayman: My own special-made scones will soon be ready. Text: Complete Tear: Clayman really seems to be enjoying himself. Text: Armed Nation of Dwargon Gazel: A slime who rules over monsters, you say? Gazel: Slime... Gazel: That goes best with vinegar sauce. Dorf: Huh? Henrietta: Forgive me, but I prefer brown sugar syrup. Vern: I agree with the king. Vern: I like it nice and cold, with cayenne pepper. Dorf: Wait, all of you! Dorf: I'm talking about a slime! Dorf: Lady Jane, please tell them! Jane: I've always preferred brown sugar syrup! Text: Brown Sugar Syrup Gazel: Then it's settled. Gazel: Very well! Gazel: I will be the judge myself! Dorf: Ah, er... Dorf: I will assemble the Pegasus Knights. Shuna: Huh? What's the matter, Great Rimuru? Rimuru: I just had a really bad feeling... Rimuru: I'm going to go get some fresh air. : Keep Our Wells Clean Rimuru: Rigur! Rigur: Oh, Great Rimuru. Rimuru: Let me have a cup, too. Rigur: Help yourself. It's from underground, so it's nice and cold. Rimuru: Thanks! Rigur: Wow, the town sure is a lot more impressive now. Rigur: Not long ago, I couldn't have even imagined this. Rimuru: Hey, I was thinking... Rimuru: When I first met you guys in the forest... Rigur: Strong one, do you have business here? Rimuru: If you hadn't spoken to me that day, Rimuru: this town might never have been built. Rigur: When you put it that way... you might be right. Rimuru: It's kinda funny, huh? Rigur: I guess it is. Rimuru: Right? Rimuru: We gotta take care of it! Rigur: Yes. Today is the day of the Goblins' cultural festival, after all. Rimuru: So today is, uh... what was it again? Rimuru: Completion of our first phase of urban planning! Rimuru: Building of the big bath! Rimuru: Uh... The clearing of our third farm... Text: Blacksmith Shop Great Sage: Blacksmith shop. Rimuru: Oh! The establishment of Kurobei's blacksmith shop! Text: Q u o t a R e a c h e d Rimuru: We reached our hipokute herb cultivation quota! Rimuru: The sixth Goblin cultural festival, and... uh... Rimuru: a bunch of other things to celebrate! Rimuru: Anyway, let's just have a toast! All: Cheers! Rimuru: Drink up! Someone: Great Rimuru! Rimuru: Hey, good work! Shion: I can still drink more! Gabiru: Great Rimuru! Gabiru: You forgot the completion of my compilation of poetry! Rimuru: Ah, that's included in the "other"! Rimuru: Shizu-san was an Otherworlder, like me. Rimuru: She was summoned into this world while Japan was fighting a w*r, Rimuru: and a spirit granted her a long life. Rimuru: In the end, with what little life she had left, Rimuru: she rejected the spirit's destructive impulses Rimuru: and saved many people's lives... Rimuru: then she passed on, leaving her final wish with me. Rimuru: Yes, my body is what I look like after laying Shizu-san to rest within me. Rimuru: Wait, what am I wearing?! Shuna: It looks fantastic on you! Text: Rimuru Shion: Let's try on lots more! Rimuru: No! No way! Rimuru: Sorry, Shizu-san. Rimuru: I had so much to do, I ran late. Rimuru: It's not incense, but I made something similar. Rimuru: I threw it together in a rush, but it feels like Bon, right? Rimuru: The body and skills I inherited from you have been a huge help. Rimuru: I hope I get to thank you someday, Rimuru: but I might not have the strength for that just yet. Rimuru: Sorry. Shizu: Don't worry. Shizu: As long as you're living a fun life in my form, that's enough. Shizu: I thought my life was over, Shizu: but you gave me a wonderful gift I never could've expected. Shizu: But... go easy on the embarrassing outfits if you can, okay? Rimuru: Tell that to those two! Rimuru: Who... was that? Shion: The winds change, and the seasons turn. Clayman: Multiple plots squirm together and become entangled. Gazel: A great wave approaches the world enclosed within them. Rimuru: And... Rimuru: Wh-What now?! Rimuru: My diary's definitely going to have a full belly! Text: To Be Continued Text: Preview Rimuru: Oh, you start showing up next week. Milim: Aw, but I already made such a grand entrance... Milim: Next time, "Here Comes the Demon Lord!"

{"type": "series", "show": "That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime", "episode": "00x06 - Slime Diaries: Changes"}

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Great Sage: Notice. Text: Notice Great Sage: I have compiled the current state of affairs as concisely as possible. Text: I have compiled the current state of affairs as concisely as possible. Great Sage: Play compilation? Text: Play compilation? Text: Understood Great Sage: Understood. Great Sage: Beginning playback. Text: Beginning playback. Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Text: The Events Thus Far Great Sage: Encounter with the individual called Gazel, king of Dwargon. Great Sage: Founding of Master's nation, the Jura Tempest Federation. Text: Founding of the Nation Great Sage: Establishment of diplomatic relations Great Sage: between the Armed Nation of Dwargon and the Jura Tempest Federation. Text: Special mention Great Sage: Special mention. Milim: Nice to meet you! Milim: I'm Milim Nava! Great Sage: A Demon Lord, the individual called Milim Nava, att*cks. Text: att*ck Milim: I've arrived! Great Sage: The Tempest Federation falls. Text: Fall Milim: You're all going to serve the Demon Lord Milim Nava! Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Milim Diaries Milim: Milim Diaries! Title: Day : Here Comes the Demon Lord! Shuna: She fell asleep after eating her fill. Shion: Let's get her back. Rimuru: Uh, hey... Rimuru: Milim! Rimuru: I wanna be a Demon Lord, too! Take me as your pupil! Milim: Very well. Milim: You are my bestie, after all. Rimuru: Yay! I love you, Milim! Milim: Just when it was getting good... Milim: Where'd everyone go? Milim: In there, huh? Benimaru: Therefore, I believe the one best suited to be in charge of Lady Milim Benimaru: is her bestie, Great Rimuru. Rimuru: Eep! Hakuro: I agree. Shuna: I also agree. Shion: Agreed! Rigurd: Agreed. Soei: Agreed. Benimaru: Agreed. Rimuru: W-Wait a minute! Shuna: The majority agrees, so it's settled. Hakuro: Which means Great Rimuru will henceforth be in charge of Lady Milim. Milim: Rimuru! Milim: Did you decide you want to be a Demon Lord yet?! Both: Great Rimuru! Rigurd: Look what's happened to you! Shion: H-He won't come off! Rimuru: Sorry, Milim, but I'm really busy building a nation right now. Rimuru: My body is having a tough time right now, too. Rimuru: Besides, a Demon Lord? Rimuru: Wouldn't that just bring me more enemies and obligations? Milim: What?! Not at all! Milim: I mean, Demon Lords... um, uh... Milim: They can shout out whatever random att*ck names they come up with, Milim: and everyone will just go along with it! Milim: Because they're Demon Lords! Rigurd: Wait, wait! No, no, no, no! Rimuru: Well, what now? You made the mood all weird. Milim: It's not my fault. Milim: Rimuru! That sound means it's time for lunch! Rimuru: I know, I know. Rimuru: But you don't even need to eat food, do you? Milim: The food here is yummy, so I can eat it over and over! Shuna: Then, I'll bring you some. Shion: I'm finished. Shuna: Lady Milim, be sure to eat your vegetables, too. Milim: These are just straight-up carrots! Shuna: But they're properly cooked. Shuna: They're sweet and delicious. Milim: No! Milim: Carrots smell gross! I can't stand them! Shuna: Picky eaters don't grow up big and strong. Milim: That's fine! Milim: You can still become a Demon Lord without eating carrots! Shuna: Look! Shuna: I cut them into all kinds of shapes! Milim: Hey, these are cute. Milim: Yummy! Milim: I could eat tons of them if they're like this! Soei: Just eat already. Milim: That was so good. Milim: The weather's nice today, so I'm gonna go explore the town! Shuna: Oh, that sounds lovely. Shuna: I'll make some snacks, so please come by again later. Milim: Snacks?! Milim: Awesome! I can't wait! Shuna: But first, you have a town to explore, right? Milim: Oh, yeah! Milim: I'll be back! Milim: I'll play with you, Ranga! Ranga: It seems I have no choice in the matter. Ranga: But I am Great Rimuru's— Milim: Don't be shy, now. Milim: I love pets. Ranga: O-Okay... Milim: I don't remember it well, Milim: but I think I petted one like this a long time ago. Ranga: Please... As I was just saying, I'm waiting for— Ranga: Wh-What masterful fingers... Ranga: She really is a Demon Lord! Milim: Is this the spot? Right here? Milim: There! There ya go! Milim: Ranga... You like it right here? Ranga: I'm going to be swept away! Ranga: I'll drown! Milim: There! There! There ya go! Ranga: Great Rimuru! Shion: I see you've been unfaithful. Shion: Well, well... Shion: I'll have to tell Great Rimuru about this. Milim: Hup! Milim: So fluffy! Rimuru: What the heck happened? Did Gobta do something? Gobta: Hey! Gobta: Why is that the first thing you say?! Milim: Ooh, you're tougher than I thought. Gobta: I just wanted to help you, Lady Milim! Gobta: Lady Milim! That outfit looks great on you! Gobta: That other one was made for someone a bit more voluptuous, y'know? Gobta: I only spoke for all of us Gobta: in giving you some gentlemanly advi— Milim: Is that true? Milim: Oh, I gotta get back to Shuna's place! Milim: Those snacks should be ready by now! Milim: Snacks! Shuna: Oh! Shuna: Welcome back, Lady Milim. Milim: Snacks! Snacks! Snacks! Shuna: Yes, here you go. Text: Corn Steamed Buns Milim: Yay! Milim: These are tasty, too! Text: Barley Tea Shuna: Just make yourself at home. Shuna: Slime Diaries. Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Milim: Carrots... Milim: Carrots... Raw carrots are gross... Milim: Middray, make sure they're cooked... Rimuru: I'm impressed you can just order Milim around like that. Rimuru: Like telling her to eat her carrots. Rimuru: Sheis a Demon Lord, you know. Rimuru: And a dangerous one... Text: Calamity Class Shuna: It's rude to talk about her like that. Shuna: It's true that Lady Milim can be reckless, Shuna: but she's sensible enough to understand reason if you just talk to her. Shuna: That's why you became her friend, too, isn't it? Rimuru: Well, I guess you're not wrong. Rimuru: She understood things surprisingly well. Shuna: Yes. Shuna: I've spent my life watching someone reckless, who never thought anything through, Shuna: so I can tell. Shion: Wow, really? Shion: I guess you've had it pretty tough, Princess Shuna. Milim: Yep Shuna: Yes, true. Rimuru: So what's up? Shion: The truth is... I don't find Lady Milim very agreeable. Rimuru: This isn't like you. Rimuru: Are you still bitter because she clobbered you when you first met? Shion: If only I'd had more power back then... Shion: You would not have to trouble yourself with what Lady Milim does. Rimuru: Shion... Rimuru: You were that concerned about me? Shion: Well, after all... Shion: The only woman who should be allowed to trouble you is me! Shion: I won't let anyone else have this role! Shion: Are you listening?! Shion: Great Rimuru! Shion: Please let me in! Shion: What kind of face are you making right now? Shion: Great Rimuru! Milim: We meet again, Dragonewt... uh... Gaburu: H-Hello, Lady Milim! Milim: Gabiru, wasn't it? Milim: Isn't that amazing? I remember you! Gabiru: Wha... What?! You remember my name?! Milim: I love interesting people like you! Text: Interesting Tough People Yashichi: That's our Sir Gabiru! Sukero: You're a big deal! Kakushin: Indeed! All: Gabiru! Gabiru! Gabiru! Gabiru: Aw... Gabiru: It must be my virtuous nature and the sweet musk I give off. Gabiru: Just kidding! Milim: I sense... Milim: a mysterious connection between us. Milim: Perhaps we are fated... Milim: or ill-fated, as it were. Milim: You haven't... Milim: professed yourself a Hero, have you? Yashichi: Step right up! Come one, come all! Yashichi: See a battle to the death between the hero Gabiru and Death Panda! Text: Hero Gabiru Death Panda Text: Hero Gabiru is as shocked as you are Yashichi: Oh! Text: Oh! Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Lizards: Slime Diaries! Title: Slime Diaries Milim: Hey, that's one of Clayman's... Lizards: Sir Gabiru! Gabiru: My wings won't come out! I'm too panicked! Yashichi: Sir Gabiru! Kakushin: This way! Sukero: Good gracious! Lizards: Gah, the sunlight! Milim: You are essentially the Orc Lord, are you not? Milim: Why live such a mundane life when you have so much power? Milim: Do you not wish to display your might through force? Milim: Is it so entertaining to carry rocks around? Geld: There is value in building something to leave behind. Kid: We got lots again today! Dad: Yeah. Let's head home. Dad: Mom's waiting. Kid: Yeah! Geld: This is... Geld: the task that has been bestowed upon me. Milim: Hmm... Milim: I don't understand. Milim: Mind if I watch for a bit longer? Geld: Feel free. Rigurd: Great Rimuru, do you have a moment? Rimuru: Sure. Rimuru: What's up? Rigurd: Well... Rigurd: I would like to report the damages caused by Lady Milim thus far. Rimuru: Rigurd... are you angry? Rigurd: No, no. Certainly not. Rimuru: Doorknobs, window glass, eating utensils, etc... Rimuru: W-Well, for a Catastrophe, these are pretty minor damages... Rigurd: Actually, those are only from this morning. Rigurd: This is... Rigurd: the report of damages done this afternoon. Rimuru: Huh? Rimuru: Uh, Rigurd... are you angry? Rigurd: Certainly not. Text: Damage Report Text: Assembly Building Doors: more added for a total of Rigurd: The number of doors is up to five, Text: Damage Report Text: Central Avenue Shops: half-destroyed Rigurd: two shops on Central Avenue are half-destroyed, Text: Damage Report Text: Central Avenue Statue commemorating nation's founding: destroyed Rigurd: and the statue commemorating the founding is destroyed. Rimuru: But we just put that up... Rimuru: What?! Snack Bar Jura's sign?! Rimuru: O-Okay, I get it! I'll talk to her! Rimuru: As the representative of this nation and as her friend, Rimuru: I'll be tough on her! Rigurd: And this damage report just came to me. Text: Additional Damages Rimuru: Rigurd... are you angry? Rigurd: Certainly not. Rimuru: Milim, I need more nails. Rimuru: Jeez, she fell asleep again? Rimuru: Some Demon Lord. Treyni: She's worn out after so much excitement. Treyni: She saw many new things and met many new people today. Rimuru: What is she, a child? Treyni: Let her be a child. Treyni: The key to living a long life is to stay young at heart. Treyni: She lives free, lets her emotions run wild, and hates boredom. Treyni: You enjoy that type of lifestyle, do you not? Rimuru: Yeah, but I'm the leader of a nation now. Rimuru: Responsibility comes before freedom. Treyni: You have matured so much, Great Rimuru. Treyni: In that case... Treyni: I hope you will do the responsible thing and fix my sign. Rimuru: But I wasn't the one who— Treyni: You are the leader and the one in charge of Lady Milim, yes? Kids: Great Rimuru! Kids: You can do it! Rimuru: Oh, all right. Guess I'll do it. Kids: Yay! Treyni: Snack Bar Jura. Text: Jura Rimuru: That's not the title! Rimuru: Hey, you're drooling. Text: Inside Rimuru's Stomach Veldora: This is a sight I never thought I'd see. Ifrit: Lady Milim certainly is quite the free spirit. Ifrit: Imagine falling asleep and being carried home on piggyback... Ifrit: So even you, as a fellow Catastrophe, frown upon her foolish behavior? Veldora: Of course I do! Veldora: If I weren't trapped in here, Veldora: I would rip her off of him and smack her awake, Veldora: then I'd bring down my fist as I lectured her! Veldora: "That's supposed to bemy place!" Veldora: ...is what I'd say. Ifrit: You want... to be carried piggyback? Veldora: It's a heartwarming display of friendship, is it not? Ifrit: It's surreal. Ifrit: Also, you'd crush him. Milim: Rimuru, you love this nation that much? Rimuru: Oh, you heard us? Rimuru: Well, I did build this nation from the ground up. Rimuru: All the people in this town are precious to me, too. Milim: Aren't you scared? Milim: To have so many people who are precious to you... Milim: If even one of those bonds were to be lost... Milim: I'd be scared. Milim: The most precious things are always small and far too fragile. Milim: You will regret it. Milim: You'll regret building all this. Milim: And when that time comes, you won't be yourself anymore. Rimuru: Go back to sleep. Rimuru: Just sleep. Rimuru: The next morning, Rimuru: Milim wasn't in the guest room. Rimuru: The only thing we found was a silence that made everything up to yesterday seem like a lie. Milim: I'd be scared. Rimuru: Yeah? Rimuru: She might never come back here... Milim: I'm back! Milim: Want some, Rimuru? Milim: They're freshly picked! Rimuru: Where'd you get those?! Milim: I got them for fixing the fence around the farm! Milim: I said I was sorry, too! Rimuru: After all that talk about losing bonds and precious things?! Milim: Huh? What are you talking about? Milim: I can't wait to see what fun things will happen today! Both: Great Rimuru! Rimuru: Looks like this storm isn't over yet. Text: Preview Rimuru: Rigurd... are you angry? Rigurd: Certainly not. Rigurd: Next time, "A Fruitful Autumn." Rimuru: Rigurd, youare angry, aren't you?!

{"type": "series", "show": "That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime", "episode": "00x07 - Slime Diaries: Here Comes the Demon Lord!"}

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Rimuru: Autumn sees clear skies and stout horses, eh? Milim: What does that mean? Rimuru: It means horses fatten up in autumn because Rimuru: that's when the best food is harvested. Milim: These "horses" of yours must be real gluttons. Rimuru: Is her belly starting to stick out a bit? Rimuru: Tempest sees clear skies and stout Demon Lords... Milim: It's autumn, all right. Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Title: Day : A Fruitful Autumn Rimuru: It's said that only when basic needs are met can one afford manners. Rimuru: When the people's bellies are full, their minds can relax, Rimuru: and the nation can be its best, with no unnecessary disputes. Rimuru: That's how I want us to be. Rimuru: Autumn is the season of bounty, Rimuru: but it's also an important season of preparation for winter. Rimuru: Let's all work together to harvest our crops today. All: Right! Rimuru: Okay, and next, our special guest— Treyni: I have awaited this day since the spring. Treyni: Sweet potatoes! Today, we will dig up lots of sweet potatoes! All: Yeah! Rimuru: Uh, and some things besides sweet potatoes, too... Rimuru: Okay, next— Milim: Everyone! Feed me lots of tasty foods! All: Yeah! Treyni: Sweet potatoes! All: Sweet potatoes! Milim: Tasty! All: Tasty! Treyni: Sweet potatoes! Rimuru: These guests are completely unrestrained... All: Sweet potatoes! Milim: Tasty! All: Tasty! Ririna: I'd like to confirm group A's harvest schedule for today. Ririna: The goal is to complete four blocks by noon. Ririna: And group B Text: Harvest Schedule Group A *Great Rimuru will come by to inspect. Harvest of the test crops Complete by noon Group B Harvest of the large field Grains in blocks A and B Ririna: should complete the harvest of blocks A and B by this evening. Rigurd: We should have no trouble finishing by tonight. Rimuru: Uh-huh! Rimuru: Ririna, the Goblin Lord, is our production supervisor. Rimuru: She's a quick thinker and a hard worker. Rimuru: And above all, she's pretty. Not one fault to be found. Kid: Seriously? Kid: That's hilarious! Ririna: Yo, yo, yo! Ya buncha slugs! Text: Hey, you lazy boys! Text: If you waste too much time, we won't finish before it gets dark. Ririna: You keep slackin' off, we're gonna lose daylight! Ririna: You wanna look like jackasses in front o' Great Rimuru? Text: You don't want to disgrace yourselves in Great Rimuru's presence. Text: Would you like to be folded in half, chopped up, and turned into fertilizer? Give me your answer. Ririna: Want me to fold you in half, chop you up, and feed you to these fields? Ririna: Huh? Huh?! Ririna: Don't ya wanna eat somethin' tasty that ya busted yer butts for? Text: Do you not wish to partake in delicious food that you worked hard for? Gobchi: Ow, ow, ow, ow! Ririna: Well, don'cha? Text: You do, don't you? Gobta: Y-Yes! Gobchi: We're sorry! Ririna: The work is coming along well. Rimuru: Uh, great. Rigurd: I see you haven't changed since the old days... Rimuru: She's so competent. Shion: I will show no mercy on this day, even to you, Lady Milim. Milim: Those are some big words, One Horn. Shion: The name is Shion! Milim: Yeah, that. Milim: My skills have been called Milim: the greatest among the Ten Great Demon Lords... Text: Greatest Among the Ten Great Demon Lords Text: At Digging Up Sweet Potatoes Milim: at digging up sweet potatoes. Shion: Huh? Shion: Well, the Legendary Ogre Goddess known throughout the Forest of Jura Shion: Legendary Ogre Goddess Shion: is what they call me! Text: At Digging Up Sweet Potatoes Shion: At digging up sweet potatoes! Shion: Now! Milim: It's on! Text: Digging Up Sweet Potatoes Milim: As the greatest among the Ten Great Demon Lords, Milim: defeat is inconceivable! Shion: Allow me to show you why they call me a legend! Rimuru: That's really how you two wanna do this? Rimuru: I mean, it's working really well, but... Treyni: What a great haul. Rigurd: I-I cannot allow a Dryad to demean herself by digging up potatoes! Treyni: It's all right. Treyni: Dryads are born from potatoes, you see. Haruna: She's a cannibal?! Rimuru: Look at that! Rimuru: That all grew from the seedlings we planted in spring! Gabiru: Oh! What a grand sight it is! Rimuru: Pretty amazing, isn't it? Rimuru: Don't sing, though. Gabiru: As you wish. Gabiru: Magnificent! Gabiru: It's like a golden carpet shining in the light of the sun! Gabiru: These plump ears of rice... Gabiru: They symbolize the fruitfulness of our nation! Rimuru: What a great thing to say. Rimuru: Don't dance, though. Gabiru: As you wish. Rimuru: Well, now that we're all into it, let's get cutting! Rimuru: I want to see that shiny new rice as soon as possible! Gabiru: How cruel, Great Rimuru! Gabiru: The mere thought... Gabiru: of this beautiful sight... Gabiru: being taken away... Lizards: Sir Gabiru! Rimuru: These guys are just a pain in the neck from beginning to end. Rimuru: Slime Diaries. Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Soka: When sparring with Master Soei, Soka: I can't lower my guard for even a moment. Soka: I dodged it! Soei: You like chestnuts? Soka: Y-Yes... Soei: Me, too. Rigur: The expedition team has returned with provisions. Rimuru: Oh, good work. Shuna: Wow! What a great harvest! Rigur: We owe it all to the Star Wolves' keen noses. Rimuru: Let's see... Rimuru: Whoa! Th-These are... Rimuru: The color... The shape... The aroma! Rimuru: It's the incredibly rare matsutake! And so many of them! Rimuru: Way to go! Gobta: Those things grow all over the place. Rimuru: Huh? Gobta: They're not rare at all. Rigur: We just picked them on the way. Benimaru: They probably won't taste that good. Shuna: Feel free to take as many as you like. Shuna: Oh! Ogre mushrooms! Shuna: We can get excellent stock from this! Gobta: These red fruits are so sweet! Benimaru: Let me have some of the sour persimmons. Gobta: These look tasty, too! Milim: You are quite unusual. Rigur: This is a really big one! Rimuru: They're so cold sometimes. Shuna: With this many, we can all enjoy them together! Wolf: This round shape makes me so excited! Please throw it! Rimuru: To be honest, I don't like these that much, either. Benimaru: We'll have a feast today. Shuna: Yes! Just leave it to me! Milim: Hey, One Horn! Shion: It's Shion. Milim: Yeah, that! Milim: What do you think of this?! Shion: That's the best you can do? Milim: What?! Milim: Wh-Where did you find such a huge sweet potato?! Shion: Was it over there? Or over here? Milim: Damn you! You're nothing but a One Horn! Shion: It's Shion! Milim: They're all duds... Shion: What's the matter, Lady Milim? Milim: No one knows how a battle ends... Milim: until it's over! Shion: Th-That sweet potato is... Milim: The shape is so elegant. Rimuru: I'm not sure what was going on, but it just ended in a flash. Rimuru: Heh... Found me, huh? Rimuru: Slime Diaries. Title: Slime Diaries Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Gobta: Great Rimuru, let's roast them right away! Gobta: I can't wait any longer! Rimuru: All right! Let's make our first roasted sweet potatoes! Gobta: Yay! Milim: Roasted... sweet potatoes? What's that? Rimuru: Just watch. Gobta: There! Gobta: Great Rimuru, I think it's ready now! Rimuru: Okay. Rimuru: Milim, bring the sweet potato you want to roast, too. Milim: Here's mine. Milim: It's the biggest, most elegant one! Rimuru: Wow... Rimuru: There. Milim: What do you think you're doing?! Rimuru: Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Rimuru: Roasted sweet potatoes... Rimuru: are a kind of food made by roasting sweet potatoes slowly over a f*re, Rimuru: and it makes them shockingly delicious. Text: Notice Great Sage: Notice. Great Sage: The digestive enzyme beta-amylase breaks down Text: Digestive Enzyme Text: Beta-Amylase Great Sage: starch that's become gelatinous by high heat, Text: High Heat Text: Component Text: Starch Text: Gelatinous Text: Maltose Great Sage: which creates maltose, making it taste sweet. Text: Gives food a sweet flavor Text: Creates Milim: Huh? Rimuru: In other words, all we need to do now is wait. Milim: All right. Milim: I'll wait until it's done, then. Milim: Roasted sweet potatoes! Roasted sweet potatoes! Milim: Roasted sweet potatoes! Both: Roasted sweet potatoes! Roasted sweet potatoes! Both: Roasted sweet potatoes! Roasted sweet potatoes! Milim: It's so warm. Rimuru:Slime Diaries! Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Benimaru: That should do it. Shuna: Oh, dried persimmons! Benimaru: Yeah. I got some from the expedition team. Shuna: You do love your sweets, Brother. Shuna: Do you want to join the League of Sweets? Benimaru: I got my sweet tooth from Father. Benimaru's Dad: Want this? Benimaru: Father loved dried persimmons. Benimaru: Even on the b*ttlefield, he kept some in his... Benimaru: Oh, sorry for bringing back that memory. Benimaru: What's that face for? Shuna: It's what you look like after eating a sour persimmon. Benimaru: Don't bringthat memory back. Shuna: Well, that was the only one that came to me! Benimaru: Cut it out. You're never going to get married. Guy: These look great. Girl: Where should I put these? Rigurd: I had no idea so many of them would grow. Text: Potatoes Ririna: Everyone worked hard to keep the weeds at bay. Treyni: Managing farmland and creating an environment where many plants can grow... Ririna: Lady Treyni! Treyni: It seems you two can hear the voices of the plants now. Rigurd: If Great Rimuru hadn't told us that we could raise crops ourselves, Rigurd: I never would have even imagined it. Ririna: Before I knew it, I could read the condition of a seedling by examining its leaves. Treyni: Listen to the tiny voices of the plants... Treyni: You... Yes! Treyni: You want to be a fried potato! Treyni: You want to be a fried potato, do you? Ririna: Hey, what's that box? Treyni: Oh... Look, I think the sweet potatoes are done roasting. Milim: Yum! Milim: What makes this so delicious?! Shuna: Well, we really did nothing but roast it... Milim: What?! It's just roasted?! Shuna: Do you want another? Milim: Yes! Milim: How can something that felt so hard and smelled like dirt Milim: turn out so soft and sweet? Rimuru: What kind of food did you eat before coming here? Shion: She must have grown up without any love. Shion: I can relate. Hermes: She must've gotten angry because she hates raw vegetables. Hermes: Prepare for divine punishment. Midley: Are you crazy?! This is the finest feast anyone could ask for! Hermes: Uh-huh... Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Rimuru: Milim, your sweet potato's cooked! Milim: I've been waiting for this! Both:Slime Diaries! Text: Sweet Potatoes Gobta: Hey! Gobta: The sweet potatoes are cooked! Gobchi: All right! Gobto: Break time! Gobzo: Wow! Gobchi: I haven't had a roasted sweet potato in ages! Gobto: Who knew we could raise sweet potatoes ourselves, huh? Gobchi: It's so good! Gobzo: So good! Gobta: Want some, Master? Gobta: Master's been acting kinda weird lately. Gobta: His eyes seem to go distant at random times, Gobta: and he just stands and stares at the falling leaves... Gobta: I have no idea what his past as a swordsman was like. Gobta: But every time I see his back when he's like this... Gobta: I can't stop myself! Text: Punishment Text: Sweet Potatoes Gobta: Hey, we just thought you were going senile... Gobzo: Y-Yeah. Hakuro: I am very much all here, thank you. Hakuro: Would you care to try again? Hakuro: I don't have the time to spare them a thought. Ririna: Everyone! Ririna: Great Rimuru has sent snacks for all of you. Orc: How gracious of him to think of us... Orc: Go on, eat up! Orc: It's so soft and sweet! Ririna: We've already given the children theirs, so help yourselves. Orc: How great it is to have bountiful land. Orc: Yes, we must take good care of it. Orc: Sir Geld, what's the matter? Geld: Don't worry about me. Go ahead and eat. Orc: Sir Geld. Orc: Let's all eat together. Geld: Yes. Geld: Eat well and grow strong. Geld: Share your joy and grow strong. Guy: We sure got a lot. Guy: Impressive! Rimuru: Looks like this year's harvest is going to end pretty well. Rimuru: Guess we have you to thank, Treyni-san. Treyni: I only offered some advice. Treyni: To first think for yourselves and learn how to plan... Treyni: That was the promise. Rimuru: I guess so. Treyni: Well, now that the harvest is complete, Treyni: there is no further work for me to do here. Rimuru: Huh? Treyni: I believe... Treyni: you all can take care of the rest on your own. Treyni: Great Rimuru, until we meet again. Rimuru: No way... That was so sudden... Guy: Oh, Great Rimuru? Girl: Is something wrong? Rimuru: Hey, just a second ago, there was... Rimuru: Nah, it's nothing. Rimuru: You're right. We'll meet again someday. Rimuru: Thanks, Treyni-san. Rimuru: There's no way she'll be here, huh? Haruna: Welcome! Treyni: Ah, welcome. Rimuru: Youare here! Rimuru: Jeez, again with this! Treyni: What? I returned to prepare the potatoes. Haruna: We just fried them up! Treyni: Would you like one, Great Rimuru? Milim: This place is great. There's so much good food! Shion: That's right. It is amazing. Shuna: It's the result of the effort put in by each of the citizens. Shuna: Be more modest, Shion. Milim: That's right, One Horn! Shion: It's Shion. Milim: Yeah, that! Shuna: Now, we should get out before we get dizzy. Shuna: By the way... Shuna: I'm testing out a new dessert made with chestnuts and sweet potatoes. Milim: What?! I wanna eat it! Shion: Dessert so late at night? How sinful! Shion: Oh? Text: Try not to eat too much Rimuru: I mean... I thought girls worried about that sort of thing! Rimuru: I was trying to help! Okay? Okay? Okay?! Rimuru: Please don't be mad! Rimuru: Enjoy the flavors of autumn in moderation. Text: Preview Milim: I actually never gain any weight! Milim: Yep! Shion: Nor do I. All nutrients go straight to my chest! Shuna: I guess the League of Sweets is permanently disbanded. Rimuru: N-Next time, "The Arrival of Winter."

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Milim: Wh-What is all this? Milim: Poke, poke. Milim: Oh, no! It's a trap! Rimuru: Wait, what is?! Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Title: Day : The Arrival of Winter Rimuru: One month after the harvest season of autumn... Rimuru: The seasons changed in the blink of an eye, Rimuru: and Tempest was preparing to greet the winter. Rimuru: The wind really turned cold fast in these past few days. Shuna: Yes, it is winter now. Rimuru: Everyone, make sure you dress warm. Rimuru: Even with resistances, you don't want to get careless. Rimuru: By the way, I had this made! Shion: A padded kimono? It looks nice and warm. Rimuru: I can't let everyone see me looking like I'm about to freeze. Milim: But aren't you naked when you're in your slime form? Rimuru: Huh? Shion: Oh... Shuna: ...dear. Guy: Oh, Great Rimuru! Rimuru: Naked... Rimuru: You know, she's right! I'm buck naked right now! Rimuru: I'm just strutting around in my birthday suit! Goblina: Great Rimuru! Orc: Greetings, Great Rimuru. Goblin: Hello, Great Rimuru! Crowd: Hi! Rimuru: Oh, no! What is this feeling? Crowd: It's Great Rimuru! Crowd: Hello! Rimuru: My cheeks feel warm... Rimuru: Hiya... Rimuru: Wait! This isn't the time to be shy! Rimuru: I was assembling everyone at the guard station! Text: Guard Rimuru: So, as you all know, most of this town is made of wood. Text: f*re Awareness Rimuru: And it'll soon be getting colder and colder. Rimuru: People will be making fires for warmth, Rimuru: which increases the risk of house fires. Rimuru: So you'll need to both patrol and talk to people more every day. Rimuru: We'll call it the f*re Awareness Campaign. Text: For Great Rimuru Only Rimuru: The campaign mascot, who specializes in the subject, is this guy! Text: Winter f*re Awareness Text: f*re Awareness Text: Let's Burn Text: Protect the Town by Being Prepared Text: Tempest f*re Prevention Campaign Mascot Benimaru Gobta: Be careful of f*re! All: Be careful of f*re! Benimaru: Um... I don't... think I like this. Rimuru: Huh? Why? Text: Let's Burn Benimaru: I look like an arsonist. Gobta: Be careful of f*re! All: Be careful of f*re! Text: Healing Potion Research Lab Rimuru: Heya! Vesta: Ah, it's you, Great Rimuru. Rimuru: It's not as bad as outside, but it's pretty cold in here, too. Vesta: Yes. I'm studying its effects on the growth of hipokute herbs. Vesta: How's it going for you, Gabiru? Gabiru: Yes... Vesta. Gabiru: It's growing just fine. Vesta: Good, good. Rimuru: Wait, when it's winter, do you Dragonewts... Gabiru: What are you saying?! Gabiru: No matter what the season is, I am fully alert and aware when carrying... out... Gabiru: my duties... Gabiru: at... all... times... Vesta: Well, the peace and quiet do make it easier to work. Rimuru: Uh... your face looks creepy. Yashichi: Oh, Great Rimuru! Text: *Dragonewt hibernation habits vary among individuals. Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Rimuru: You're asleep, aren't you? Gabiru: Slime! ... Diaries... Text: Treant Forest Apito: I'm Apito. Zegion: I'm Zegion. Apito: Today is another day of gathering nectar. Zagion: Indeed. Apito: There aren't many flowers in winter. Zagion: Indeed. Apito: We need to work hard. Apito: We got a lot, huh? Zagion: Indeed. Text: For Delivery Zagion: That'll do it. Apito: Now, we must deliver it to Great Rimuru. Apito: Tempest, the paradise for monsters... Zagion: Indeed. Apito: Manual labor is a great thing. Apito: Peace is a great thing. Milim: Bug! Bug! Milim: There's one! Milim: Bug! Bug! Milim: Hey, that honey... Milim: I just want a little taste of that honey. Milim: Honey... Milim: Just a little lick... One little lick... Shion: Lady Milim! Shion: Please stop bullying the weak. Shion: Come, now. You'll make Great Rimuru sad if only you get to taste it. Milim: Aw... Milim: Very well. Apito: That was scary... Zagion: Indeed... Zagion: We must get stronger. Benimaru: Shuna, I'm going out to train. Rimuru: Wow, it feels so soft. Rimuru: I can have this? Shuna: Of course. Shuna: I'm so happy you like it. Text For Brother Soei: You're supposed to wear those when you sleep. Benimaru: What does it matter? They're warm. Soei: Your horns are warm? Benimaru: My horns arealso warm. Eren: I will be brief. Eren: We are currently roaming the Forest of Jura. Eren: Our goal is the city of monsters. Eren: Yes... Kaval: The town... Gido: ...where Shizu died. Shizu: You can't be sad forever, okay? Kaval: And also the town that had the delicious grilled meat! Shizu: Huh? Eren: Oh, I remember that meat! Gido: It was so nice. Kaval: I hope we get there soon. Eren: I'm so hungry... Shizu: What?! Fuze: Stop dawdling, you three! Three: Right... Shizu: Remember me sometimes, okay? Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Shizu: Slime Diaries. Milim: It's not fair that One Horn gets Rimuru all the time! Shion: It's Shion. Milim: Yeah, that! Milim: Me, too! Me, too! Let me hold him, too! Shion: To carry Great Rimuru means Shion: to take up his noble ideals, as well as the destiny of this entire nation. Rimuru: It does? Shion: Those feelings and their gravity Shion: are so great that even Princess Shuna cannot be entrusted with them. Milim: Just give him to me already! Shion: That's wrong! Hold Great Rimuru up higher! Shion: Walk at a relaxed pace, and keep your strides even! Shion: Your back is bent! Shion: What's the matter, Demon Lord? Shion: You'll never be a great secretary that way! Rimuru: Shion, why only at times like these? Milim: It's hard to walk like this! Rimuru: Revived! Text: Revived Rimuru: Hey, uh, is there less of me? Milim: You're imagining it! Rimuru:Slime Diaries: to be continued! Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Eren: Guildmaster, I'm so hungry! Gido: What's that?! Fuze: I-It's a Knight Spider! Kaval: Run! Gido: You poked at its nest again, didn't you?! Eren: Kaval, you idiot! Dorkaval! Kaval: Don't call me Dorkaval! Youm: I'm Youm. Who are you people? Fuze: Huh? Fuze: Uh... I'm Fuze. Are you... Kaval: Kaval! I like grilled meat! Rommel: I'm Rommel. I have a weak stomach, so I can't eat grilled meat. Eren: I'm Eren! I want something warm to eat! It's cold out! Fuze: Hey! That's not what we should be talking— Gido: I'm Gido! I like hotpot and that kind of thing! Fuze: Hey! Gobta: Then we'll have hotpot for dinner! Eren: Yay! Fuze: Who is that?! : Fuze: Hey! Listen to me, people! Eren: We arrived in Tempest without incident. Milim: Ah, there you are! Kurobe, Kurobe! Kurobei: Lady Milim! You came by to watch again? Kurobei: Also, my name's Kurobei. Milim: Yeah, that! Rimuru: They get along so well. Milim: What are you making today? Kurobei: Today, I'm making a sword for Gobta. Kurobei: When forging magisteel, you can't let your guard down for a second! Kurobei: Just... the slightest... change in... your strike... Kurobei: can produce either... a great sword... Kurobei: or scrap metal! Kurobei: It sure can! Kurobei: Eh?! Gobta: Incredible! Gobta: A short sword that can take down a Knight Spider! Kurobei: Hmm... I guess all's well that ends well. Rimuru: Got a cold? Gobta: So anyway, we have a visitor! Treyni: The humans have finally endeavored to make contact with Great Rimuru. Treyni: As a caretaker of the forest, Treyni: I must carefully discern what it is they truly want. Gido: It has a kick to it. I like it. Eren: And they have such an invigorating aroma. Kaval: I can't stop eating them. Kaval: Hey! You guys are taking too much! Treyni: Wh-What? Treyni: My new winter potato chip flavor is that popular?! Text: New Winter Flavor Text: -Yuzu and Pepper Flavor- Treyni: Clearly, those three are very good people. Treyni: There can be no one bad among those who love nature's blessings! Treyni: Then I shall have one, as well. Shuna: I'm sorry, but they said they'd like seconds. Shuna: I'll fry up more. Treyni: Great Rimuru. Treyni: Regarding your cooperation with the humans... Treyni: Please think it over very carefully. Rimuru: O-Okay... Rimuru: She never sounds that serious. Rimuru: Does this issue really run that deep? Treyni: Our addictive new item has a refreshing aroma and a touch of heat. Treyni: No one beats Snack Bar Jura for potato chips! Text: A wonderful place where you can laugh without a care Text: Snack Bar Jura Rimuru: How would you like to be a champion? Youm: What? Rimuru: I want everyone to think you and your buddies defeated the Orc Lord. Youm: Huh? Rimuru: And we'll spread rumors that the nation of monsters will work together Rimuru: with you brave youths and give you our backing. Rimuru: Then you'll go from being wanted men to being champions, Rimuru: and we'll get everyone to believe we're friendly toward humans. Fuze: Hmm... Rommel: I get it! Rimuru: Well, just think about it, okay? Youm: I thought he was just a joker, but... Geld: We cannot allow a guest to go hungry. Youm: As if the boss wasn't weird enough, so are his subordinates. Youm: They're all constantly going on about "Great Rimuru, Great Rimuru"... Text: Piping Hot Text: Great Rimuru Buns Haruna: Welcome! Haruna: They're piping hot! Haruna: You're Great Rimuru's guest, right? Here! Youm: Huh? Youm: Uh, sure... Guy: Take this Great Rimuru mask! Youm: O-Okay, uh... thanks... Guy: Have some savory Great Rimuru crackers! Lady: You must try our Great Rimuru soup! Youm: Er, sorry... Guy: Hey, you're not forgetting our tri-colored Great Rimurus, are you? Lady: Have some grilled Great Rimuru! Text: Great Rimuru Text: Great Rimuru Crackers Text: Tri-colored Great Rimurus Text: Great Rimuru Dumplings Text: Revolving Great Rimuru Text: Great Rimuru Buns Guy: Hey! You've gotta check out our revolving Great Rimuru, too! Youm: They really love you, don't they? Rimuru: It bugs me that they're all foods that look like me, though. Rimuru: So on that note... Rimuru: This is Youm-kun and his buddies. They'll be living with us as of today. Rimuru: Treat them well! Youm: Yeah, so... Hi. Shuna: The welcome feast is nearly ready. Rimuru: Ooh! That's my Shuna! Shuna: I'll just go and check on it. Eren: All right! Gido: It's a banquet! Kaval: The food here is really good. All: Banquet! Banquet! Banquet! Rommel: They're such good-natured people. Youm: What the hell? So monsters are no different from humans at all. Shuna: Everyone, thank you for waiting! Gobta: Yum! It's so good! Milim: Tasty! Rommel: It's the one from earlier today... Shuna: It'll warm you right up. Youm: They're monsters, all right. Rimuru: Sorry. You get used to it. Rimuru: A slime body doesn't need to breathe. Rimuru: Okay... Great Sage! Great Sage: Complete. Text: Complete Great Sage: By controlling heat within the body, Text: Control heat within body Text: Steam created successfully Great Sage: steam has been created successfully. Text: Adjust pressure Great Sage: Adjusting the pressure will cause it to release from the mouth. Text: Release from mouth Great Sage: Preparations complete. Text: Preparations complete. Rimuru: Look! I made my breath white! Gobta: Huh? What are you talking about, Great Rimuru? Gobta: Are you all right? Great Sage: Maximum output. Text: Maximum output Gobta: What kind of technique is that?! Shuna: Stop playing around and start cleaning! Text: Preview Rommel: This is actually pretty good! Youm: You're a real heavyweight, you know that? Rommel: Next time, "Snow Blankets the City of Monsters."

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Eren: What do we do, Guildmaster? Fuze: How could I have failed to plan for this? Gido: We've got an important mission to carry out. Kaval: And yet now, of all times... Fuze: Tempest is having... Three: ...its first snowfall of the season. Fuze: Should we extend our stay? Kaval: I guess we have no choice. Eren: But they've been so kind to us. We couldn't impose any further. Rimuru: No need for this little act. You can stay. Eren: Yay! Someone: All right! Eren: I'm gonna get in the hot spring! Someone: You're the best, boss! Eren: Thank you, Rimuru! Rimuru: Yep, it's winter... Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Title: Day : Snow Blankets the City of Monsters Rimuru: Oh, wow! The snow's sticking! Rimuru: There's so much on the ground! It looks so soft! Rimuru: I know what this is! It's my chance! Rimuru: I haven't done this since I was a kid! Rimuru: While that snow's still fresh and untouched, I'm gonna... Rimuru: dive in! Great Sage: Notice. Text: Notice Great Sage: Diving from the second story is extremely dangerous. Text: Extremely dangerous. Text: Those who lack the relevant skills should refrain from doing this. Great Sage: Those who lack the relevant skills should refrain from doing this. Shuna: Rigurd! Shuna: Have you seen Great Rimuru? Rigurd: No, I haven't. Rigurd: If I do, I'll let him know you were looking for him. Shuna: Thank you so much. Shuna: Where could he have gone? Honestly, Great Rimuru... Rimuru: Hi. Rigurd: Why are you buried in the snow, Great Rimuru?! Rimuru: It was deeper than I thought. That was scary. Rimuru: Wait, this is a heavy-snowfall area? No one told me this! Rimuru: We'll have to shovel the snow to get any work done. Shuna: Yes, the Forest of Jura is well-known for its unstable climate. Shion: What's wrong with that? I love snow. Shion: When I was little... Shion: I ran around half-naked all the time, Shion: even when it was snowing. Shion: Surprising, I know. Rimuru: Yeah, I knew a dumb kid like that in grade school. Rimuru: I can see him now... Shuna: It's no laughing matter! Shuna: You nearly froze to death once when you ended up buried in snow! Shion: Yes, but... Shion: I can't resist diving into fresh, untouched snow! Rimuru: Right? Right? Right?! Rimuru: Wait... Rimuru: I'm on her level? Milim: I'm back! Shuna: Lady Milim! Shuna: Please don't dive in from the second floor! You'll hurt yourself! Milim: Demon Lords don't get hurt! Rimuru: G-Guess I should be careful, too... Rimuru: Good morning! Rimuru: Good morning! Rimuru: Due to the heavy snowfall, Rimuru: Due to the heavy snowfall, {echo} Rimuru: we will all... Rimuru: we will all... {echo} Rimuru: gather at the assembly building... Rimuru: gather at the assembly building... {echo} Rimuru: and start shoveling... Rimuru: and start shoveling... {echo} Rimuru: the snow. Rimuru: the snow. {echo} Rimuru: Everyone will be assigned to different locations, Rimuru: Everyone will be assigned to different locations, {echo} Rimuru: so make sure... Rimuru: so make sure... {echo} Rimuru: you're fully awake... Rimuru: you're fully awake... {echo} Rimuru: and wear... Rimuru: and wear... {echo} Rimuru: some warm clothes... Rimuru: some warm clothes... {echo} Rimuru: and bring a shovel... Rimuru: and bring a shovel... Rimuru: and boots... Rimuru: and boots... Rimuru: with you... Rimuru: with you... Rimuru: when you come to the assembly building. Rimuru: when you come to the assembly building. Kurobei: So restrictive... Rimuru: Thank you. Rimuru: Thank you. Rimuru: Okay, you've all got your assignments. Rimuru: Let's get this done! All: Yeah! Rimuru: Hey, Youm! Rimuru: I hope you're ready to shovel snow with us! Rimuru: We'll h*t the hot spring afterward! Youm: Wait just a sec, Master Rimuru. Youm: Didn't you make me join the f*re awareness campaign right after I started living here? Text: f*re Awareness Youm: I also had to clean out the irrigation ditches... Youm: and paint the watchtower, too. Rommel: Then we helped cultivate the wasteland... Kajir: And we built a garden, too. Youm: And now you want me to shovel snow? Youm: I agreed to be a champion, but I'm not gonna be your handyman. Rimuru: I see. Rimuru: Hakuro suggested that I should offer you a change of pace now and then... Rimuru: But if you like his training that much, I understand. Rimuru: You're so diligent! Guys: Hup-two! Hup-two! Hup-two! Shuna: Hi, everyone! You're not working too hard, are you? Kajir: Of course not! Youm: We... Guys: ...love shoveling snow! Guys: Hup-two! Hup-two! Hup-two! Shuna: How reassuring. Shuna: Here you go, Great Rimuru. Rimuru: Thanks. Ranga: A great deal of snow has fallen again this year. Wolf: Snow! Wolf: Snow?! Wolf: I know snow! It's that white, fluffy stuff! Ranga: We are unrivaled on snowy ground. Ranga: We will be of use to Great Rimuru! Wolf: This is a rare chance to show what we can do! Ranga: Forward! Ranga: Great Rimuru... Rimuru: Huh? What's wrong with you? Rimuru: You were just out scouting, but you're exhausted! Ranga: Even for my clan, the thr*at of nature was too difficult to fight against... Soka: Gosh, how could I do something so childish? Soei: Hey, what's that? Soka: M-M-M-M-M-Master Soei?! When did you get here?! Soei: I am behind you at all times. Soei: So... what are those? Soka: They're... targets! Yeah! For training! Soei: I see. You respect the basics. Soei: Right or left? Choose your target. Soei: I'll take the one that remains.. Both:Slime Diaries. Text: Tempest Military Supreme Commander Samurai General Benimaru Benimaru: Hell Flare! Benimaru: No matter what foe stands before me, I will burn them to ashes. Benimaru: That's what I do. Rimuru: Wow! Way to go, Benimaru! Rimuru: We can always count on you! Rimuru: We're just blasting through all this snow! Milim: Ooh, ooh, ooh! This is amazing! Benimaru: There's a trick to getting the right level of firepower. Benimaru: I've gotten used to being put in this sort of role lately... Rimuru: We're finally getting it all cleared up. Kids: Great Rimuru! Let's have a snowball fight! Rimuru: All right! Rimuru: Take that! Rimuru: You guys aren't bad! Gobta: Yeah! Great Rimuru! Shion: Catch! Rimuru: You guys! Text: Hiya Rimuru: Huh?! Text: Hiya Milim: Yeah! I win! Gobta: Great Rimuru! U-Use snow, not ice! Snow! Treyni: The perfect likeness. Rimuru: Do Dryads generally dislike winter? Treyni: No, not at all. Treyni: The trees may indeed appear to lose their vitality, Treyni: but even the trees that have lost their leaves are only resting for now. Treyni: And it's not just the trees. Treyni: Seeds within the earth's surface, Treyni: as well as the roots beneath the ground, Treyni: remain filled with the breath of life, even under the snow, Treyni: as they wait patiently... Treyni: for the arrival of another warm spring. Gobta: Wow! I wonder when your spring's gonna come, Treyni! Guy: What the?! A tree just grew?! Treyni: As you can see, this is how much life force plants have when they mean business. Treyni: They don't even need to wait for the spring. Gobta: Hey! I'm up too high! Get me down! Rimuru: Okay, I get it. Could you not just make trees grow? Rimuru: And let Gobta down, would you? Treyni: I think not. Milim: There! Milim: All done! Milim: You can look now! Rimuru: Jeez, you're finally done? Milim: Look! Look! It's a snow Rimuru! Rimuru: She's so fickle, but I guess she really does like me. Milim: Well? Pretty nice, isn't it? Rimuru: Yeah, you put a lot of care into such a huge thing. Text: Milim Is Here Rimuru: You know what a thing this big and round reminds me of? Rimuru: A snow hut! Milim: Snow hut? Rimuru: Yeah! Rimuru: You make a dome out of snow that you can play inside. Rimuru: You can even cook mochi in it. Rimuru: Of course, I never actually got to do that myself... Milim: That sounds like fun! Milim: Since it's here, we can use this! Rimuru: Huh?! Milim: Hi-yah! Hi-yah! Hi-yah! Hi-yah! Milim: We're gonna make a snow hut! Rimuru: I guess she doesn't like me that much after all... Rimuru:Slime Diaries. Milim: This is fun! Rimuru: Great Sage! Great Sage: Understood. Milim: Amazing! Milim: So pretty... Shuna: Knock, knock. Shuna: May I come in? Shuna: It's getting dark soon, so it'll be bath time once you've finished these. Milim: Okay! We promise! Rimuru: Here. They're ready. Rimuru: After all this time, I fulfilled a childhood dream. Milim: Yummy! Kids: Yummy! Geld: What happened? Geld: Why must this happen? Geld: Why only us? Geld: We will relieve him of his load and pray for him. Geld: Winter is a shapeless monster. Geld: It takes from us, starting with the weak and the young. Geld: You aren't cold, are you? Kids: No! Geld: It's warm here. Geld: No one is missing, right? Kid: Nope! Kid: We're all here! Kid: Let's play in the snow later. Geld: Winter will not come to this town. Geld: I will not let it. Milim: Rimuru floats! Rimuru: Hey! I'm not a kickboard! Shuna: You mustn't swim in the bath! Eren: It's warming me right up. Shion: The hot spring can also give you nicer skin. Shion: Great Rimuru taught us about that. Shuna: We're actually developing a facial lotion made from the nutrients in this water. Eren: What?! You get to relaxand look even prettier?! No fair! Shion: This is Tempest's specialty! Shuna: This hot spring was Great Rimuru's idea. Rimuru: The water flows here directly from the source up in the mountains. Rimuru: At the time, only Soei and I could use Shadow Movement. Text: Shadow Movement Text: The ability to enter a complex "shadow realm" that exists separately from the physical realm and move around between shadows Text: Present Tempest Text: Home of the Lizardmen Text: Great Underground Cave Rimuru: The two of us directed it here. Milim: Oh, from the Great Underground Cave that's said to be filled with magic? Text: Present Tempest Text: Home of the Lizardmen Text: Great Underground Cave Text: Barren Lands Text: The Eastern Plains Text: Kingdom of Shiltrozzo Text: Kingdom of Falmuth Text: Kingdom of Blumund Text: Armed Nation of Dwargon Text: Sorcerer's Dynasty Sarion Text: Animal Kingdom of Eurazania Text: Great Forest of Jura Text: Shadow Movement Text: Opened Rimuru: Yeah, that alone was hard work, Rimuru: so we couldn't pipe it into every house in town. Text: Gave Up Eren: Just having a nice hot spring like this is good enough! Milim: Yay! Yay, yay! Shion: That's our Great Rimuru! Text: Shadow Movement Text: Soei's Home Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime : Slime Diaries Soei:Slime Diaries. Mjurran: I am Mjurran. Mjurran: I am investigating the city of monsters under Lord Clayman's orders. Clayman: If you are found out, you will be punished. Mjurran: To avoid discovery by the strange majin that draws monsters here or the Demon Lord Milim, Mjurran: I carry out my mission as carefully as possible. Mjurran: Huh? Mjurran: As hard as I try to avoid her... Mjurran: Lord Clayman is going to punish me again! Milim: Yay! Yay, yay! Mjurran: I am Mjurran, witch of the forest. Mjurran: I want to seclude myself in that forest again... Milim:Slime Diaries. Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime : Slime Diaries Mjurran: Ah, now I'm hearing things, too... Text: Tasty Milk Fuze: Nothing beats a hot spring after a job's done. Gido: Should we really be enjoying such luxury? Kaval: It's fine. We helped with some tough physical labor. Kaval: I'm not used to shoveling snow, though, Kaval: so I'll probably be sore in the weirdest places tomorrow. Youm: You know, I said the same thing earlier, and... Rimuru: You're definitely young. Rimuru: In my case, it wouldn't h*t until a couple days later. Rimuru: My shoulders and back would be d*ad, too. Text: Worked for a Major General Contracting Company Mikami Satoru ( ) Rimuru: In my previous life, I mean. Youm: ...he said. Fuze: Huh... Milim: That was a great bath! Rimuru: Don't use me to wash yourself, though! Milim: You work up a great lather! Milim: Look! My skin is so smooth! Rimuru: My poor slime body! Guys: He looks so cute, but he's such an old man... Rimuru: The town blanketed in snow at night Rimuru: looks shockingly bright, Rimuru: and it's so quiet, it seems unreal. Rimuru: Almost as if all the commotion today never happened... Rimuru: As if it had turned into a town I didn't know. Rimuru: The snow falls. Rimuru: So silent... Rimuru: Both the night and the town... are just silent. Rimuru: I wonder if more snow will stick. Rimuru: Hi. Rigurd: Why are you buried in the snow again, Great Rimuru?! Rimuru: Well... I was just so captivated by everything, and the next thing I knew... Text: Preview Fuze: Well, we won't make it home until spring at this point. Kaval: That's not good. Gido: Not good at all. Eren: Next time, "Where Is Santa Claus?" Title: Next Time Where Is Santa Claus? Eren: The hotpot's ready.

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foreverdreaming

Rimuru: Come to think of it, it's almost Christmas in the other world, isn't it? Rimuru: Santa Claus. Rimuru: A mysterious old man who flies around in a sleigh to deliver presents to good children. Rimuru: Wait... Rimuru: Staying hidden is a cinch with Shadow Movement... Rimuru: And there are magical beasts that can fly. Text: Answer Great Sage: Answer. Text: Analyzing the characteristics of Santa Claus's movement. Great Sage: Analyzing the characteristics of Santa Claus's movement. Great Sage: By using skills and the like, Text: Stay hidden from children Spy Leave presents by pillows undetected Shadow Movement Deliver many presents in one day Body Double Fly freely through the night sky Flight Great Sage: it is possible to replicate the phenomena seen in the legend. Text: Santa Claus Rimuru: Wait, is Santa Claus an Otherworlder? Rimuru: Hey, I've got a question. Shuna: Yes? Shion: What is it, Great Rimuru? Rimuru: Are there any Otherworlders in this world named Santa Claus? Rigurd: Santa Claus? Shuna: I'm sorry. I don't know of any. Rimuru: Santa really is a mystery... Milim: What?! Milim: Thunder Cross! Text: Thunder Cross Milim: Is that a new technique of yours? It won't work on me! Milim: I'll get you cross-shaped like this, then grab here! Rimuru: N-No! It's a person's name! Rimuru: Milim, stop! You'll rip me apart! Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Title: Day : Where Is Santa Claus? Rigurd: So, Great Rimuru, you called it... Christmas? What is it, exactly? Rimuru: Well... Rimuru: This question again, just like always... Rimuru: It's a day to celebrate Chris— uh... Rimuru: I mean, to celebrate the birth of an important person in history. Rigurd: Uh-huh... Rimuru: Oh, you don't really have to be one of his believers, though... Rigurd: Huh? Rimuru: You get things like a fir tree, cake, turkey, and presents... Rigurd: Where is this Santa person? Rimuru: Oh, Santa? Santa, um... sneaks into the house at night... Rigurd: Sneaks in?! Rimuru: I actually never gave it much thought myself. Rimuru: In that world, it was common knowledge that I accepted at face value. Rimuru: So to explain it to people of a parallel world Rimuru: where the customs, culture, history, Rimuru: and the way things work are totally different... Rimuru: Um... What it comes down to is... Rimuru: You drink, you eat... Rigurd: Yes? Rimuru: And you give each other presents! Rigurd: I see! Rimuru: Yeah! I guess it's... a party? Rigurd: Fantastic! I understand completely now! Rigurd: A party! Excellent! Rigurd: So that's it! You should've just said so! Rimuru: They'll accept just about anything if I call it that. Rimuru: Thus Tempest began preparations for a big Christmas party. Shion: Oh... So this lights up? Rimuru: Yeah. I'm planning to make it really flashy. Rimuru: You really did an incredible job, Kaijin. Kaijin: You'll have to wait until it gets dark to see how it looks. Rimuru: I knew I could count on a Dwarf! It's looking like Christmas already! Rimuru: The level of completion is sky high... Rimuru: Right down to the old men! Rimuru: You fit the role so well! Garm: Y-You think so? Dord: Think it'll be big? Kaijin: I'll be able to change my beard back, right? Kaijin: I look so old. Rimuru: Don't worry about it! Rimuru: Speaking of bearded old men... Gazel: It's from my junior. Gazel: Well? How do I look? Dorf: Uh... W-Well, er... Dorf: You look... fantastic. Gazel: Right? Shion: Now, I can't allow... Shion: those old men to top me! Shion: Right? Rimuru: Aren't you cold? Shion: That's what willpower's for! Rimuru: Why are you so g*n-ho about this? Shion: I must ensure that everyone enjoys this Christmas! Rimuru: Y-Yeah... That's right. Rimuru: But put away Hercules' Edge, okay? Shion: I pray that this event Shion: will further strengthen the bonds between the residents of Tempest. Rimuru: Ooh! Shion: That includes family, friends, colleagues... Rimuru: Uh-huh! Shion: And lovers, as well! Rimuru: Not that one! Rimuru: I mean, yeah, more power to lovers at Christmas time. Rimuru: I'm an adult, after all. Shion: I've never seen such a bitter look on your face, Great Rimuru. doors,: Please open the doors quietly Milim: Rimuru! I heard all about this Santa guy! Milim: He gives out presents! How exciting! Rimuru: Where'd you hear about that? Rimuru: One Horn was talking on about it in some weird costume! Rimuru: That blabbermouth! Milim: I heard every last detail with my Milim Ear! Rimuru: Could there be a more pointless way to use a skill? Rimuru: Listen to me, Milim. Rimuru: I hate to burst your bubble, but... Rimuru: Santa Claus only comes to kids who have been good! Rimuru: So... since you're a Demon Lord, I don't think he's gonna... Rimuru: What?! My God, this girl! That look of purity in her eyes! Rimuru: The innocent smile of one who's fully convinced she'll get a present! Rimuru: Are you listening to me?! Great Sage: Notice. Text:Notice Great Sage: Milim Ear grants keen ears that can hear every sound, Text: Milim Ear Text: Keen ears that can hear every sound Great Sage: but it cannot hear what she doesn't want to hear. Text: Cannot hear what she doesn't want to hear Rimuru: Wha... Ririna: Three, and... Kids: Let's share our love Kids: And make smiles bloom Kids: With all our love, listen: Gabiru: Hearing the children sing gives me such a good feeling. Kids: Merry Christmas Kids: Carried on our voices Vesta: Yes. I'm sure Great Rimuru will be quite pleased. Kids: Ding dong, the bells resound Text: Born Noble and Former Minister of the Dwarven Kingdom Special Advisor Vesta Vesta: But they do tend to rely on simply being loud. Kids: They're calling for you Text: Tempest's Street Art Performer (Self-proclaimed) Singing Coach Gabiru Gabiru: To have such energy is a good thing! Kids: Merry Christmas Vesta: But in the case of this song... Ririna: Good! You all did so well! Gabiru: Do you not think it's wonderful to give in to your emotions and sing without a care? Gabiru: For children, that is the best thing. Vesta: No, it is not emotion alone, but its harmony with technique that moves hearts. Vesta: So long as I, the one regarded as Dwargon's most cultured citizen, am alive... Vesta: I cannot abide this. Rimuru: You don't seem to be getting much research done. Something wrong? Gabiru: Hmph! Vesta: Let us call it... musical differences. Rimuru: Huh? Rimuru: Are you going to give anyone a present, Treyni-san? Treyni: Yes, you and my younger sisters. Rimuru: Oh, the ones who were with you when King Gazel was here? Treyni: Yes. They are my pride and joy. Treyni: They are still inexperienced, but they assist me well as the forest's caretakers. Rimuru: I see. Treyni: It's because I have them that I can feel at ease counseling you about... Treyni: Ah, welco— Haruna: There're more of them! Doris: How much longer must you waste time here, Elder Sister?! Trya: It's unfair that only you can do this! Treyni: O-Oh, dear... You mustn't act like this before the leader. Treyna: You must behave as Dryads... Doris: What a thing to say when you're shirking your duties as caretaker! Trya: We're always the ones left at the short end of the stick! Treyni: Calm down, you two! Would you like some potato chips? Rimuru: I-I'll come back later! Text: Temporarily Closed Treyni: U-Uh... Ahem! Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime : Slime Diaries Three:Slime Diaries! All: Three! Two! One! All: Zero! Rimuru: Merry Christmas! All: Merry Christmas! Rimuru: So in the end, although a lot happened, Rimuru: Tempest welcomed its first Christmas night. Guy: Great Rimuru! Rimuru: Hi! Rimuru: Hey there! Rimuru: Enjoying yourselves, Youm, Rommel? Rommel: Very much! Youm: Y-Yeah... Youm: Is this really a city of monsters? Youm: Only places like the royal capital throw festivals like this. Rommel: It almost feels like we've been bewitched! Rimuru: I told you, we're not evil monsters! Youm: Master! Hakuro: At a party, you need only concern yourself with having fun. Hakuro: All things in this fleeting life Hakuro: should be drunk in and turned to laughter, just like the sake in this cup. Hakuro: After all, your lives could end very quickly during tomorrow's training. Youm: I'd rather just stay bewitched. Rimuru: L-Let's have another toast! Rommel: Yay! Rimuru: Drink up! Drink 'til you drop! Soka: As one who lives in the shadows, Soka: the bright lights of a bustling city cause unrest in my heart. Soei: Now, while we are restless in the face of this "Christmas," Soei: is precisely when we must remain calm. Soei: k*ll your emotions. Soei: Live by the will of your cold blade... Soei: and do not give in to unrest. Soei: Incidentally, this is for a gag we will perform for Great Rimuru. Soei: I also have a pair for you, of course. Soka: Master Soei... Soka: is such an unfair man... Haruna: Great Rimuru! Everyone! Haruna: The food is ready over here! Shuna: Please, help yourselves. Milim: This is fantastic! Rigur: Here you go, Lady Milim. Milim: Thanks! Rimuru: It's just like a restaurant! Shuna: Rigur caught the tarkeys used for the roast, Shuna: and Gobichi prepared them. Text: By Gobichi Roasted Tarkey with Seasonal Vegetables Gobichi: I hope you like it. Text: By Haruna Jura Perch and Spinach Quiche Shuna: Haruna prepared the quiche. Haruna: Princess Shuna taught me how to make it. Rimuru: They're both great! I can tell you're students of Shuna's! Text: By Apito and Zegion Hot Wine with Honey and Dried Fruit Shuna: Next, we have this. Shuna: The hot wine contains Apito's honey Shuna: and fruits gathered by Zegion. Rigur: For you, Lady Milim, we have hot juice. Milim: Ooh! Honey! Rimuru: It's sweet, and it warms me up. Rimuru: Thanks, both of you! Apito: All I did was carry nectar... Text: By Shuna Rossini-Style Cowdeer Fillet Shuna: And here is what I've prepared. Rimuru: Wow! I almost feel bad eating it! Shuna: I tried recreating the dish you taught me about before. Rimuru: I did go to just about all of my friends' weddings. Rimuru: Yum! Milim: What is this?! Rimuru: Well, don't just stand there, everyone! Come and eat! Kaval: This looks tasty, too! Eren: This one's mine! Gido: Hey! I was saving that one! Rimuru: You know, I'm surprised Shion didn't say she'd cook something. Shuna: Even if it meant getting others to help me cook, Shuna: I dideverything in my power to stop her. Rimuru: Good job, Shuna! Shuna:Slime Diaries. Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime : Slime Diaries Shuna: Thank you for waiting. Here is the Christmas cake. Rimuru: Impressive, Shuna! Rimuru: It must've been tough to get all the ingredients to make this! Rimuru: I see something in the center, though. Gido: This is delicious! Milim: Yum! Shuna: Thank you very much. Kaval: Ever think of opening a restaurant? Shuna: I am in service to Great Rimuru. Eren: Wow! Eren: I envy you, Rimuru! Eren: I'd come back over and over again to eat this! Eren: This rivals the cooking of Ingrassia's master chefs! Shuna: I see... Shuna: I see... Shuna: There are people like that in this world, aren't there? Rimuru: Is that glint in her eyes the reflection of the lights, or... Eren: All right! Eren: I'm gonna sing now! Eren: Even in the normally silent alleys Eren: Both snow and people are beckoned Eren: To the bustling glow Eren: Shining like the bright stars Eren: The illuminations invite the people dressed in their best Eren: The colorful wreath in the shape of happiness is like magic Eren: Let's hang it up for everyone Eren: My chilled body is warmed Eren: By this feast, the sincerity, and our joined hands Eren: Sing with me! Eren: Let's share our love Eren: And make smiles bloom Eren: With all our love, listen: Eren: Merry Christmas Eren: Carried on our voices Eren: Ding dong, the bells resound Eren: They're calling for you Eren: Merry Christmas Rimuru: Merry Christmas. Ifrit: Lord Veldora. Ifrit: Are you observing the world outside again? Ifrit: You'll never break the seal that way. Veldora: You're as stiff as ever, I see. Haruna: Um, Great Rimuru... Veldora: Look! Rimuru is doing something called "Christmas"! Haruna: Please accept this present. Veldora: It appears to be a party where they give each other gifts. Gobta: And mine, too! Ifrit: I feel as if they have parties all year round... Veldora: It looks so nice. I wish I could join in. Rimuru: Yeah, uh... Thank you... Rimuru: Okay! Let's all raise one more toast! Veldora: Ifrit... Veldora: If...if, that is... you were to give me a gift, what would it be? Veldora: I'm just saying "if"! Hypothetically! Ifrit: Diligence, perhaps? Veldora: You're such a stiff... Rimuru: I do have a responsibility here, after all. Rimuru: I don't want her crying and throwing a fit in the morning. Rimuru: That said... I'm used to seeing her nap during the day, but... Rimuru: Sneaking into a... girl's? ...bedroom and standing next to her bed Rimuru: gives me a guilty feeling... Milim: Santa Claus... Text: Milim Eye Milim: I've got you. Milim: I've been a good girl, so give me a present! Rimuru: You know what's gonna happen, don't you?! Milim: Thunder Cross! Text: Notice Great Sage: Notice. Great Sage: Milim Eye grants keen eyesight that can see everything, Text:Milim Eye Text: Grants keen eyesight that can see everything Great Sage: but she will pretend she can't see what she doesn't want to see. Text: But she will pretend she can't see what she doesn't want to see Text: Great Rimuru Pillow Christmas Edition Milim: Rimuru, this is great! Milim: It reproduces your squishiness so well! Milim: I can't take it! I can't take the squishiness! Rimuru: I made that for you, so don't break it. Milim: So squishy! So squishy! Shuna: Oh, Great Rimuru. Shion: Good morning. Rimuru: Morning. It was a long night, huh? Rimuru: What's that? Rimuru: Hup... Text: To the good boy Rimuru-kun. Rimuru: "To the good boy... Rimuru-kun." Rimuru: To the good boy Rimuru-kun? Rimuru: So who's this from? Shion: I don't know... Shuna: It's not from us. Rimuru: But this is my office. Rimuru: Who else could have... Milim: It must have been Santa! Rimuru: Huh? Milim: He came to my room, too! Shuna: Good for you, Lady Milim. Shuna: You must have been a good girl. Shion: You're kidding! How?! Rimuru: Santa Claus... is here? Text: Preview Rimuru: You like the chicken, Milim? Milim: I wonder how Frey's doing. Rimuru: Huh?! Milim: Next time, "Enjoying New Year's to the Fullest"!

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Rimuru: After a very lively Christmas, Rimuru: some heavy cleaning, and New Year's Eve, Rimuru: our hectic year-end events wrapped up... Rimuru: and it was time to welcome my first New Year since coming to this world. Rigurd: Please, Great Rimuru, a few words! Rimuru: Right! Rimuru: My first moment in the spotlight this year! I gotta look good! Shuna: We even have a special ceremonial New Year's outfit for you. Rimuru: All right! Rimuru: Happy New Year, everyone! Rimuru: Hey, sorry, but this isn't quite right... Shuna: Oh? But everyone's so happy. Rimuru: Where did you learn about this? Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Title: Day : Enjoying New Year's to the Fullest Rigurd: Once again... All: Happy New Year, Great Rimuru! Rimuru: Thanks! Looking forward to another great year! Rimuru: Now, since this is a day of celebration, Rimuru: I have something to give to each of you. Shion: Something for us? Rimuru: Hold out your hands! Go on! Rigurd: A-All right... Rigurd: Like this? Rimuru: Here! Rimuru: The dropping of the ball! Rimuru: Get it? Rigurd: I could not be more grateful! Shion: Great Rimuru's ball... Great Rimuru's ball... Shion: Great Rimuru's ball! Shuna: I'll treasure it for the rest of my life! Rimuru: Huh? Er... yeah... Shion: Great Rimuru's ball... Rimuru: They're just rocks I picked up... Rimuru: I guess that classic joke wouldn't work here. Shion: Great Rimuru's ball... Milim: Happy New Year! Text: Open the Door Quietly Rimuru: Open the door quietly, would you? Milim: What do you think? Milim: Do I look cute? I look cute, right? Milim: Say I look cute! Rimuru: Yeah, you're cute, you're cute. Rimuru: Fine feathers make a fine bird, as they say. Rimuru: Huh? Milim: Th-This is the first time I've ever gotten that compliment. Milim: You're making me blush. Rimuru: Eh? Milim: Fine feathers make a fine bird! I'm gonna go brag to everyone in town! Rimuru: Wha?! Milim: Fine feathers make a fine bird! Fine feathers make a fine bird Rimuru: Wait! Milim: Fine feathers make a fine bird! Fine feathers make a fine bird! Rimuru: I'll give you a real compliment! Just hang on! Great Sage: Notice. Text: Notice Great Sage: "Fine feathers make a fine bird" Great Sage: is a proverb meaning anyone can look great if they dress well enough. Great Sage:Slime Diaries. Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Rimuru: Wow, this is great! Rigurd: This is the shrine we have just built. Rimuru: I didn't see even a hint of anything like this popping up here. Rigurd: Yes, since you said you wanted to do what you called a "first shrine visit." Rimuru: Well, it's not New Year's without the first shrine visit of the year... Rimuru: But what are we supposed to put in this offering box? Text: *This country doesn't have its own currency yet. Rimuru: Oh, well. Rimuru: By the way, who's the deity? Rimuru: Veldora? Shion: Who else could it be? Shion: Look. Text: Rimuru Daimyojin Rimuru: What?! Shuna: Please, Great Rimuru, step up here. Rigurd: It's a huge success, thanks to you! Rimuru: Uh, wait. I have to just... stay up here? Text: Body Double Text: Happy New Year Rimuru: Make do with this from now on. Rigurd: Understood. Rimuru: Happy New Year! Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Rimuru: Slime Diaries! Milim: What's wrong, One Horn? Shion: It's Shion. Milim: Yeah, that. Rimuru: You're all dressed up, but you look so down. Shion: The truth is... Shion: Unlike the smooth, flat Lady Milim, Shion: I have an exceedingly curvy figure... Shion: so my obi is too tight... Milim: What? Milim: Want me to rip 'em off for you, then? Milim: Before they get all saggy and ugly? Rimuru: Hell of a conversation to start the new year with... Shion: I exercise my breasts every day! They'll never sag! Milim: Fool! Of course they'll sag! Rimuru: Crap... Milim: Exercise all you want, or even become a Demon Lord! They're still gonna sag! Rimuru: I don't want to hear this... I don't want to hear this... I don't want to hear this... Milim: I know one who's starting to sag already! Frey:Slime Diaries. Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Gabiru: So what's my fortune for this year? Text: Fortune Very Good Luck Gabiru: Oh! Very good luck! Gabiru: "You will benefit from every advantage Gabiru: as all things go in your favor," it says! Yashichi: That's amazing, Sir Gabiru! Gabiru: Yep! Sukero: You are truly the man we knew you were! Gabiru: Yep! Kakushin: Indeed! Gabiru: Yep! Yashichi: Let me see. Yashichi: "You will thrive both physically and ment*lly, Yashichi: and the job you have undertaken will take a turn for the better." Gabiru: It sounds like I'm really going to prosper! Kakushin: "Many of your wishes will likely be fulfilled as you desired." Gabiru: Oh? Remarkable! Sukero: "All members of the opposite sex will be unable Sukero: to deny your charms or resist turning your way." Grils: Sir Gabiru! Gabiru: Huh? Gabiru: Y-Yep... Kakushin: "Every action you take will earn the agreement of many. Kakushin: With your charisma, you will become the most powerful there is." Crowd: Gabiru! Gabiru! Gabiru! Gabiru: Come on, that's enough... Sukero: "Your uncommonly good luck will spread to those nearest you, Sukero: bringing limitless good fortune to all of you." Yashichi: As an invincible being who transcends all others... Kakushin: ...you will leave your mark on history through your achievements... Sukero: ...and win the respect and admiration of the entire world! Yashichi: Incredible! Kakushin: Indeed! Gabiru: S-Stop! Gabiru: That's all wrong! That's not who I am at all! Rimuru: Oh, that's the one I wrote as a joke. Gabiru: Huh? Rimuru: It doesn't count. Gabiru: Doesn't count? What does that mean? Kid: That's all wrong! Rimuru: What's going on over here? Ririna: Oh, Great Rimuru. Ririna: Happy New Year. Kids: Happy New Year! Text: Let's play together! Text: Great Rimuru Lucky Laugh Ririna: We made this Great Rimuru Lucky Laugh game. Rimuru: It doesn't have many parts... as I'd expect. Ririna: It's difficult to find the right balance. Ririna: Just being slightly off turns it into someone completely different. Rimuru: Well, that's technically what makes the game fun. Gobta: Okay, let me show you how it's done! Gobta: I've known Great Rimuru forever. Gobta: I've seen his face so much, I get sick of it! Rimuru: Sick of it? Gobta: A face this simple is a piece of cake! Rimuru: Simple? Gobta: Here's the right eye! Gobta: And the left eye! Gobta: And the shine! Gobta: Wow, look! It's already done. Gobta: That face is hardly even worth putting together. Text: Perfect Reproduction Gobta: Well? Looks just like him, right? Gobta: I know, it looks just like him! Rimuru: No! Rimuru: It's nothing like me! Rimuru: It looks nothing like me at all! See?! Gobta: You're so competitive, you'd change your own face? Girl: I'm done! Girl: Look! Rimuru: D-Derpy face! Rimuru:Slime Diaries. Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Rigurd: The year's first... calligraphy? Shion: What is that? Rimuru: We all write our visions for this year with a brush Rimuru: and hang them up on a wall. All: Oh! I see! Rigurd: Do you mean... something like this? Rigurd: Swish, swish, swish... Rigurd: H-How's this? Text: Creation, Progress, Feasts -Rigurd Rimuru: That's it! You're in charge of feasts, so I'm counting on you again this year! Shuna: This is mine. Text: Well-Fed, Well-Bred -Shuna Rimuru: Let's try to find some flavor in this year! Shion: Mine can be none other than this! Text: Great Rimuru ♥ Love -Shion Milim: Here's mine! Text: Besties -Milim Rimuru: What kind of vision for the year is that? Text: Road -Geld Geld: I will complete construction on the road this year. Rimuru: I can't wait to see how the town grows! Text: Most Popular Guy Around -Gobta Gobta: It's gotta be this! Rimuru: You never change, do you? Rigurd: Okay, everyone's finished. Text: Devotion to the Blade Text: Abundant Crops -Ririna Text: Dedication to Research -Vesta Text: Forged Through Many Battles Text: Independence -Benimaru Text: One sh*t, One k*ll -Soei Rimuru: Nice! Text: Fashion ★ Revolution Text: Start a Theater Troupe Rimuru: Don't go overboard, okay? Rimuru: Another new year is starting. Shuna: So what did you write, Great Rimuru? Rimuru: Huh? Er... Rimuru: I, uh... Rimuru:Stop Being Lazy -Rimuru Rimuru:Slime Diaries. Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Kid: There! Kid: Wait up! Kid: Over here! Rimuru: The light filtering through the trees makes me stand up a bit taller. Rimuru: The winter air, the voices of the kids, the sounds of badminton... Rimuru: Ah, this is New Year's Day. Rimuru: If I'm not careful, I could forget I'm in another world... Milim: Where should I write on you next? Text: Hiya Text: One Horn Milim: No matter how long we play, nothing will change! Milim: No one can defeat the Top Badminton Master of the Ten Great Demon Lords! Text: Ten Great Demon Lords Text: Top Badminton Master Shion: No! Next time... Next time, I will win! Shion: On the name of the Forest of Jura's Living Incarnation of Badminton! Text: Legendary Incarnation Text: of Badminton Text: Time to Battle Both: Time to battle! Both: With badminton! Text: With Badminton Milim: Too easy! Shion: Take that! Milim: Not good enough! Rimuru: No, stay careful! Rimuru: Don't forget that! Rimuru: It could cost me my life! Text: Behold the Mallet-Handling of the Monsters of Jura! The Tempest Mochi-Pounding Team Youm: I dunno... It's supposed to be New Year's, but you guys look kinda plain. Kurobei: Well, this is a job for us meatheads who've got nothing but brute strength. Haukuro: This is the time to display the results of your training. Rommel: You've got this, Youm! Youm: Isn't mochi that's made by a bunch of filthy dudes gonna taste bad? Youm: Y-You're done already? Youm: It's actually cute... Youm: And it tastes good! Youm: I really don't get that guy. Hakuro: Good learning experience, no? Hakuro: Come, now! Put your back into it! Youm: Y-Yes, sir! Youm: Ow! Soka: It's nice to just relax now and then, isn't it? Gobta: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Soei! Soka: Oh, the Goblin Riders... Gobta: We're flying higher than you! Soka: U-Um, Master Soei, I don't think that was kite string... Treyni: A fine start to the New Year, isn't it, Great Rimuru? Rimuru: Treyni-san... in a long-sleeved kimono! Treyni: So many things happened last year. Rimuru: Sure did. So much that I got stuck when trying to keep my diary. Treyni: Do you remember what I said at the lake in summer? Treyni: The town is currently drawing the attention of many powerful forces. Treyni: There is no guarantee that you will be laughing tomorrow. Treyni: It seems as if a dreadful wind is about to blow. Treyni: I have a bad feeling. Treyni: This is a wind that could blow down the trees... Treyni: Great Rimuru, it appears you will need to keep your mind Rimuru: more focused than ever in the new year. Rimuru: That's why you're wearing the kimono? Treyni: Yes. Treyni: In all things, the way you start is the most important. Treyni: This is how I appear... Treyni: when I am serious. Rimuru: R-Right... Shuna: It's been some time since we had a meeting with just us. Hakuro: You and the young master have been particularly busy. Benimaru: Come, now. All: Cheers! Hakuro: Ah, what luxury! Shuna: Isn't it delicious? Benimaru: And you've been busy training Youm, old m—I mean, Hakuro. Hakuro: That's hardly a big deal. Benimaru: And I hear your shop's reputation is soaring, Kurobei. Kurobei: Aw, you'll make me blush. Soei: And, Soei, you've been constantly on the move with no rest. Soei: I took today off. Benimaru: But although we're all doing different jobs, Benimaru: we all have the same goal. Benimaru: Devoting our bodies and souls to Great Rimuru. Benimaru: Same for you, Shion. Shion: All I can taste is ink. Benimaru: How did that even happen? Rimuru: Slimes don't sleep. Rimuru: Naturally, we don't dream, either. Rimuru: Or so I thought. Shizu: The ozoni is ready. Rimuru: It could be interesting to train myself to dream. Rimuru: The image that vanished the moment I woke up Rimuru: became my goal for the new year. Rimuru: I sure would love some ozoni... Shion: Great Rimuru. Shion: I've come up with a fantastic idea. Rimuru: There's still ink on your face. Shion: If we put this round mochi we made earlier on this stand... Shion: See? It looks just like Great Rimuru! Rigurd: I see! Shuna: Wow! Rimuru: Uh, come on, that's a little... Rimuru: Hey... Rimuru: Maybe it would be fun to put a second mochi on top? Rimuru: Just kidding! Shion: I don't know why, but it works! Rigurd: It doubles the celebratory mood! Shuna: Let's show it to everyone right away! Shuna: You've done it again, Great Rimuru! Shion: I came up with the idea first! Rimuru: The mistake is a mistake no longer! Rimuru: And that's when the custom of decorating with "Great Rimuru mochi" at New Year's was born. Rimuru: From the Tempest Saijiki. Text: Tempest Saijiki End Milim: Give me candy! : Om, nom. Om, nom, nom. Rimuru: That's a different holiday. Shuna: Great Rimuru, the meeting is about to start. Rimuru: Oh, yeah. What's our topic today? Shuna: Something important to you... Shuna: No, something important to the whole town. Milim: What's going on? Milim: Is it snack time? Shuna: I do have tea, as well. Milim: And mochi?! Shuna: Mochi? Shuna: Yes, I have mochi. You still want to eat more? Rimuru: After all we ate over the first three days of the year... Milim: All right! Let's go, Rimuru! Rimuru: Okay, okay. Rimuru: You two go on ahead. Milim: Hurry up or I'll eat all the mochi! Shuna: Lady Milim, wait! Milim: The mochi's waiting for me! Rimuru: And that's the end of our fun New Year's... Rimuru: Thanks to all its residents, the city of monsters is thriving again today. Rimuru: There are lots of things I want to do, Rimuru: and it looks like some people are gonna become a pain... Rimuru: Yeah, it looks like a lot will happen, Rimuru: but let's see... Rimuru: What will this new year be like for us? Rimuru: For starters, I'll try to remember to keep my diary going this year. Milim: Rimuru! What's taking so long? Rimuru: Yeah, I know! Rimuru: I'm coming!

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Rimuru: That oughta do it. Rimuru: One day, in the midst of a very hot summer, Rimuru: we were checking out a certain large lake in the Forest of Jura Rimuru: as a possible location for a summer retreat. Shion: It's so beautiful! Rimuru: I never knew there was a great place like this beyond the forest! Soka: It reminds me of my homeland in Lake Siss. Shuna: And how fortunate that the weather is so nice today. Gobta: Great Rimuru! The tents are up! Rimuru: All right! Let's change into our swimsuits! All: Right! Rimuru: Hey! You all done changing? Shuna: Yes, Great Rimuru! Shion: Time to reveal our lovely swimsuits. Rimuru: All right, then... All: Yahoo! Rimuru: Let's have some fun! Both: Huh?! Shion: But... Great Rimuru! Shuna: What kind of swimsuit is that?! Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Slime Diaries Title: Day : A Day in a Swimsuit Rimuru: There we go. Rimuru: Hey! You all done changing? Shuna: Yes, Great Rimuru! Shion: Time to reveal our lovely swimsuits. Rimuru: All right, then... Rimuru: Let's have some fun! Both: Huh?! Shion: But... Great Rimuru! Shuna: What kind of swimsuit is that?! Main - Top,Rimuru: Got a problem with it? Veldora: Look at you, Rimuru, having all kinds of fun. Ifrit: It appears he's come to swim in the lake. Veldora: While I'm stuck here, Veldora: plugging away at the analysis of Unlimited Imprisonment... Veldora: How carefree can he be? Ifrit: Weren't you contemplating your move? Text: Check Veldora: That aside, what are those things they're wearing?! Ifrit: They're called swimsuits. Ifrit: Humans and similar creatures wear them when entering water. Veldora: They normally keep themselves fully covered! Veldora: Now they're totally exposed! Ifrit: I don't see how they offer any sort of protection, either. Ifrit: If someone att*cked their bellies, it would be fatal. Veldora: Rimuru's keeping himself protected, though. Veldora: That's my boy! Ifrit: That isn't a very common pattern. Ifrit: Is it meant to mimic the Tempest Serpent or something? Veldora: Not that Rimuru needs any sort of protection or disguise, of course. Ifrit: Most monsters only cover the bare minimum with their regular garments, Ifrit: much less swimsuits. Veldora: Indeed. Ifrit: Yet the more evolved and intelligent a creature is, Ifrit: the more it tends to cover its skin. Ifrit: Of course, even higher beings such as majin and Demon Lords Ifrit: often expose more skin instead. Ifrit: But in general, the act of wearing clothes Ifrit: is seen as a sign that a species is intelligent. Veldora: Incidentally, Ifrit... Veldora: You are a spirit, and you wear a garment on your lower half. Ifrit: Huh? Veldora: Maybe I should wear clothes, too... Ifrit: What? Rimuru: Okay, let's warm up! Gobta: Right! Main - Top,Both: One, two... One, two... One, two... Shion: Great Rimuru! Shion: We do have this... Shuna: And this! Both: Why don't you wear these?! Shion: They're so cute! Gobta: Huh? Rimuru: Why are mine more visibly frilly and skimpy than yours? Shion: Mister Garm and Mister Dord worked very hard to design custom swimsuits for all of us! Garm: The line here is just great! Garm: It's bold, yet cute! Garm: This design brings out all of a girl's charms! Dord: And not in a dirty way! Shion: They explained it with such persistence! Rimuru: Those old farts... Gobta: They're true artisans. Rimuru: I'm impressed that convinced you guys to wear them. Gobta: Why don't we compromise and have Lady Shion wear it? Gobta: That'll make Garm and Dord happy, too! Shion: Huh? Gobta: Here! Gobta: Here! Here! Rimuru: Nah, Shion can't wear that. Too much would hang out. Gobta: Those without boobs need to stay out of this! Shuna: Soka? Shuna: What's the matter? Soka: Uh, nothing... Soka: I came along as a guard, so this outfit is... Soka: I only recently assumed this form, Soka: so I can't help feeling strange... Shuna: My, my, my! You look so pure! Shuna: You have nothing to worry about. Shuna: It looks fantastic on you! Shuna: And we're here to have fun today, Shuna: so you don't need to be so nervous. Try to relax. Shuna: You are perfectly supple and beautiful! Gobta: That's right! You have such a pretty little butt! Gobta: What happened to your tail? Gobta: And now I'm all warmed up! Gobta: Now, let's have some fun! Rimuru: You sure are tough. Gobta: Heh! You can't play with girls if you're not tough! Gobta: Here I come! Shion: Take that! Soka: That's cold! Soka: Now you've done it! Shuna: There! There! Girls: Take that! Main - Top,Girls: You've done it now! Gobta: Th-This is a high-ranking world... Main - Top,Girls: Take that! And that! Rimuru: Just stop. You hung in there long enough. Rimuru: Oh, boy... Rimuru: Aren't you gonna swim, Hakuro? Hakuro: Cold water is a bit harsh on these old bones. Hakuro: I cannot enjoy it as you young folks do. Hakuro: I believe I will just cast out my line and gaze out upon the lake. Hakuro: One might call it a bit of life laundry. Rimuru: Why's a master swordsman like you talking like such an old man? Hakuro: Perhaps there is something to be said for acting younger than one's age at times. Hakuro: Look forward to tonight's dinner. Rimuru: Is that thing even edible? Gobta: It's so cool! Gobta: Great Rimuru! Let's split a watermelon! Rimuru: Oh, good idea! Rimuru: Hey, you guys! Come on back! All: Okay! All: Seven... Eight... All: Nine... All: Ten! Rimuru: Hey, hey! Rimuru: What's wrong, Shion-san? Shuna: You can do it! Gobta: More to your right! Your right! Shion: This is more difficult than I imagined... Shion: Watermelon... Watermelon... Shion: Watermelons are round. Shion: And round is... Shion: Great Rimuru. Shion: Yes, if I see it not as a watermelon, Shion: but train my mind to see it as my beloved Great Rimuru... Rimuru: Try to find me! Shion: There! Shion: Huh? Shion: Oh, dear. I missed. Shion: Tee-hee! Shuna: The watermelon completely exploded. Rimuru: You said you were seeing that thing as me, didn't you? Text: Soka Shion: Hold it! Rimuru: Now that I look at it again, this lake sure is huge. Rimuru: I can't see the other side. Rimuru: It's almost like the ocean. Shuna: I've never seen the ocean before. Shuna: Is it true that it's salty? Rimuru: It sure is. And it's enormous! Rimuru: Probably even bigger than the Forest of Jura. Shuna: You might melt in it, Great Rimuru. Rimuru: I hope we can all go see it together sometime. Shuna: That sounds like fun. Rimuru: Yeah. Rimuru: This is a big world, and it's bound to be fun. Rimuru: Huh? Rimuru: What? Slimes can't touch salt? Shuna: Oh, that's right. Shuna: You can't have watermelon without salt. Shuna: But please use it with caution. Rimuru: Why?! Doris: Elder Sister! Doris: Where are you going in such a great hurry? Treyni: A powerful group surpassing rank A has made an unsettling move. Treyni: It poses a terrible thr*at to other races. Treyni: I am going to meet them in person and attempt to negotiate. Trya: Then, let us go with you! Treyni: If you both leave here as well, Treyni: who will take care of the forest? Treyni: In the event that I do not return, Treyni: you two must continue to protect this forest as the great Veldora ordered. Doris: Elder Sister... Trya: Please be safe. Treyni: I will not allow this forest to be violated! Rimuru: Slime Diaries! Title: Slime Diaries Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Rimuru: Whoa! Rimuru: T-Treyni-san?! Treyni: Great Rimuru, I cannot have you doing these things on your own. Rimuru: Doing what on my own? Treyni: No matter how friendly you may be, Treyni: all of you are powerful monsters surpassing rank A. Shuna: There! Shion: Yah! Soka: Take that! Treyni: And when you all act as a group, Treyni: it causes other races to waste away. Treyni: As a caretaker of the forest, I cannot tolerate it! Rimuru: And... thereal reason you're here? Treyni: You may have tried to exclude me again, Treyni: but it won't work this time! Rimuru: That swimsuit looks nice on you. Treyni: I heard you say "Whoa!" earlier. Gobta: Master! Gobta: Everyone's having a good time over there. Gobta: Sitting here, waiting for a fish to come to your line, is a waste of time! Hakuro: Is it? Enjoying the view while I wait brings pleasure, too. Gobta: Huh? Gobta: Oho? Gobta: I never knew you were such a pervert, Master. Gobta: Your eyes look so lecherous, too... Text: Closed Today Yashichi: Aww... Yashichi: We wanted to go to the big lake, too. Gabiru: Why?! Gabiru: Why would Great Rimuru take Soka instead of me, the all-rounder who excels Gabiru: on land, water,and air?! Sukero: Lady Soka is also an all-rounder, Sir Gabiru. Gabiru: Ah, I feel as if Soka is going farther and farther away of late... Gabiru: My cute little Soka, Gabiru: who used to toddle along after me calling, "Brother! Brother!" Sukero: You're fabricating memories, Sir Gabiru. Yashichi: Don't drink so much, Sir Gabiru. Kakushin: Indeed. Gabiru: You guys don't know how it feels to have such a capable little sister! Gabiru: Another milk, please, miss. Haruna: Sure. Title: Slime Diaries BeniGab:Slime Diaries. Shuna: I'm sure we'll all enjoy eating this! Rimuru: You've done it again, Hakuro! Rimuru: So how should we eat this thing? Shion: I'll help with the cooking! Shion: We don't often have a meal amid such lovely scenery. Shion: I'm so excited! Gobta: Look, Shion! I found a pretty shell! Soka: Shion, um... Please tell me all about the battles you've fought! Ranga: Shion! Now is a fine time to study tag-team methods! Treyni: Would you like to have some fried potatoes with me? Rimuru: Shion, I... Rimuru: I'd really like to take a little walk along the shore with you... Shion: Oh, gosh! Am I that popular?! Rimuru: Man, this is so good! Gobta: Beast-fish tastes amazing! Shuna: I have all of your help to thank for it. Shion: I didn't do anything, though... All: No, no, no, no! Soka: But then Master Soei pretended to plant crops with his kunai! Shuna: Wow! Shuna: I had no idea. Shion: Hey, so... Shion: Soka, are you in love with Soei? Soka: I-I merely respect and admire him as a warrior... Shion: You shouldn't bother. He's got a terrible personality. Shuna: Oh, that's not true at all. Shuna: Soei isn't very sociable, but he's kind at heart, Shuna: and he's a very honest, dependable man. Shuna: I think it's only natural to look up to him. Shion: Really? You think so? Soka: Since these two also come from his homeland, Soka: they have a much deeper understanding of him. Shuna: I suppose he does look that way on the outside, though. Shuna: And there's no end to the people who say they've been deceived by him. Shion: That brute has definitely made some girls cry! Soka: I don't think I wanted to hear that... Benimaru: Oh? Benimaru: Unusual to see you relaxing like this. Soei: Yeah. Soei: Great Rimuru isn't here. Benimaru: You've always been good at your job, Benimaru: but I wouldn't say you're particularly diligent. Soei: Just say I'm resourceful. Soei: I sent Soka with Great Rimuru just to be on the safe side. Soei: She's the most skilled of all those under my command. Soei: I'm sure she's being bullied by Shion and sobbing right about now. Benimaru: You're always the hardest on the ones you like, huh? Soei: Just say my love is deep. Soka: I can't take it... Treyni: Please, have another glass. Hakuro: My, thank you. Rimuru: Isn't that the most expensive liquor you sell at the bar? Treyni: Now, now. Treyni: I see you haven't had enough liquor either, Great Rimuru. Hakuro: My old age brings me the fortune of having a great Dryad pouring me a drink. Rimuru: Why don't you come to the bar sometime, Hakuro? Rimuru: It's a great place where you can just let loose and laugh. Hakuro: Oh? Someday, then. Treyni: It is true that much laughter is heard there every day. Treyni: But... Treyni: The town is currently drawing the attention of many powerful forces. Treyni: There is no guarantee that you will be laughing tomorrow. Rimuru: Well, if that happens, we'll just laugh twice as much the day after! Treyni: Oh, my. Hakuro: There is truly no other like you, Great Rimuru. Rimuru: When it comes to laughing, even you won't b*at me, Hakuro! Hakuro: Well, you've got me there. Rimuru: Right? Gobta: It's such a great morning! Rimuru: You really are tough. Shion: I'm hungry. Shuna: I'll start preparing breakfast right away. Rimuru: Okay, we'll get ready to head home after we eat. Gobta: What?! We're going home already?! Shion: Then you can end our outing in this swimsuit! Rimuru: Not happening. Text: Preview Garm: I hope Rimuru liked the swimsuit. Dord: It's gonna be big. Rimuru: Next time, "Return of the Summer Festival." Rimuru: Don't miss it!

{"type": "series", "show": "That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime", "episode": "00x04- Slime Diaries: A Day in a Swimsuit"}

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Rimuru: Alice Rondo-san. Alice: Here! Rimuru: Chloe Aubert-san. Chloe: Here. Rimuru: Okay, everyone's here. Rimuru: As I told you previously, Rimuru: I'll be leaving Freedom Academy at the end of the current term. Chloe: Sensei... Rimuru: Hey, don't look so sad. Rimuru: I'll come back to visit all the time. Kenya: Hmph. Don't bother. Alice: Yeah! It'll be a relief to have you gone! Ryota: What's with the tough act? Gale: You guys just can't be honest with yourselves. Chloe: Rimuru-sensei, you really will come visit, right? Rimuru: Yeah, of course. Rimuru: That said, we still have more than a month left until then. Rimuru: Also, you guys still have your finals to get through first, Rimuru: so you'd better study hard! Kenya: Ugh, finals? Tiss: Rimuru-sensei, I'm here. Rimuru: Oh, time for Tiss-sensei's class. Rimuru: Come on in. Rimuru: You guys better not make any trouble for Tiss-sensei, you hear? Kenya: We wouldn't make any trouble. Gale: Tiss-sensei traveled to Guratol with us. Gale: We have a pretty tight bond with her now. Tiss: Yes, they're all great kids. Rimuru: Great kids, huh? Rimuru: Okay, Tiss-sensei, they're all yours. Tiss: Sure. Ryota: What're you going to do, Rimuru-sensei? Alice: Take a nap or something, I bet. Rimuru: Tsk, tsk, tsk! Rimuru: Alice-kun, despite appearances, I have quite a lot of work to do! Rimuru: Until next time, everyone! Tiss: See you later, Rimuru-sensei! Tiss: All right, let's start class. Kids: Yes, ma'am! Rimuru: Looks like she's getting along pretty well with them. Ranga: Yes. Rimuru: I guess this means I can count on Tiss-sensei to take over for me. Rimuru: Well, then... Rimuru: Yes, I'm very busy. Rimuru: Not only do I have the kids of Freedom Academy to look after, Rimuru: but I also have lots to do for Tempest, our nation of monsters. Rimuru: Which means Rimuru: the Spatial Movement skill I got by analyzing that air spirit sure is coming in handy. Rimuru: Yep, looks like another peaceful day in Tempest. Rimuru: I'm Rimuru Tempest, and I'm a slime. Rimuru: When I was a human, I was s*ab in a random att*ck, Rimuru: and I thought I had died... Rimuru: but I reincarnated in this world as a slime. Rimuru: I became friends with the Storm Dragon, Veldora... Rimuru: I built a nation of monsters... Rimuru: And I fought to protect everyone in it. Rimuru: Shizu-san's lingering regret... Rimuru: was those kids, Rimuru: and I succeeded in saving them. Rimuru: Now we can rest easy. Rimuru: My time as a teacher is almost over now. Rimuru: There sure have been lots of ups and downs, Rimuru: and a lot of pretty tough times, but now... Rimuru: You know, Ranga, I hope this peace will last forever. Title: Rimuru's Busy Life Rimuru: I got involved in a bit of a mess with the Demon Lord Carrion, Rimuru: but then we signed a non-aggression pact, ending all hostilities between us. Rimuru: Then I accepted Carrion's proposal Rimuru: that the Jura Tempest Federation and the Animal Kingdom of Eurazania Text: Jura Tempest Federation Text: Animal Kingdomof Eurazania Rimuru: should each send out delegations to the other country. Rimuru: I appointed Benimaru to lead our delegation, Rimuru: with Rigur as his assistant. Rigurd: Rigur has grown into such a fine man! Rimuru: Today is the momentous day upon which our delegation departs, Rimuru: and I'm back in Tempest to see them off. Rimuru: Hmm, not bad. Rimuru: Urgh... This shape is kinda hard to hold... Shion: Great Rimuru, thank you for waiting. Shuna: We've selected some ceremonial outfits for you to choose from. Rimuru: Th-Thanks! Rimuru: I guess I'll try them on right now. Rimuru: I don't think this is quite right... Shuna: Then how about this one? Rimuru: Huh?! I don't know about this one, either... Shion: I recommend this one! Shion: You look fantastic, Great Rimuru! Shuna: It suits you perfectly! Rimuru: Listen, Shuna, Shion... Rimuru: I think something more somber and respectful would be more appropriate. Shion: More somber and respectful? Rimuru: This delegation is important to the future of Tempest. Rimuru: I want to send them off right. Shion: I see! Shuna: We do have some things that are somber and respectful. Guy: Hey, it's starting. All: Great Rimuru! Gobta: Great Rimuru looks amazing! Doesn't he, Gobzo?! Gabiru: Y-You look great! Lizard: So do you, Sir Gabiru! Lizard: Indeed! Lizard: Not bad. Ranga: Master, you look splendid! Shion: Everyone, be silent! Rimuru: I wish you all the best in carrying out this mission. Shuna: That's it? Rimuru: Was that too short?! Rimuru: Okay, I'll add a bit more. Rimuru: Tempest has grown vastly more prosperous than it was before, Rimuru: but it is still inexperienced as a nation. Rimuru: If we can build a favorable relationship with Eurazania, Rimuru: we can find ways to utilize the things that make their nation great, Rimuru: which will help our own nation progress even further. Rimuru: However... Text: The Eastern Plains Rimuru: The Demon Lord Carrion, ruler of Eurazania, Text: The Western Provinces Text: Tempest Text: Winged Nationof Fulbrosia Text: Animal Kingdomof Eurazania Text: Kusha Mountains Text: Ameld River Rimuru: also known as the Beastmaster, is a hardcore militant type. Rimuru: He might be thinking, "Power is everything!" Rimuru: If it looks like a fight's about to break out, come straight back here. Rimuru: Our goal is not to fight. Rimuru: It's to find out if our nations can get along, Rimuru: or if we need to sever relations with them. Rimuru: Although this is for the good of Tempest, Rimuru: you don't need to force yourself to endure any more than necessary. Rimuru: I'm counting on you! All: Yes, sir! Gabiru: Great Rimuru! I'm so moved! Lizard: There, there... Rimuru: I should be the one going out there, to be honest. Benimaru: No, until we confirm that it is safe, Benimaru: I believe you should refrain from entering a Demon Lord's domain. Benimaru: I will discern with my own eyes whether or not the Demon Lord Carrion can be trusted. Rimuru: Thanks. Rimuru: Remember, whatever you do, don't go picking a fight. Benimaru: No need to worry. Rimuru: So reliable! Benimaru's really grown up! Rimuru: Good luck to you guys, too, Rigur. Rigur: Thank you. I will gain as much experience as I can. Benimaru: We'll be on our way now. Gobta: Have fun, you guys! Gabiru: Take care! Lizard: Good luck! Shuna: Be safe, Brother! Lady: Good luck, everyone! Rimuru: The first steps toward hope for our future, huh? Rimuru: Here's hoping we can establish formal diplomatic relations Rimuru: and help both of our nations grow even more. Rimuru: Thus the first delegation from our nation set out on its way. Rimuru: And we have to get things ready here at home to welcome Eurazania's delegation, too. Rimuru: Good, good. Looks like the reception hall will be ready in time. Rimuru: How are the chefs doing? Shion: Just fine. Shion: Princess Shuna is teaching them. Shion: They're all quick learners and coming along well. Shuna: Yes... I think it could use just a bit more salt. Shion: As for the reception hall waiting staff, Shion: Vesta is giving them guidance. Rimuru: I guess proper etiquette is kind of his forte. Rimuru: We can always count on an actual noble. Shion: And, um... also... Shion: The date for your visit to the Armed Nation of Dwargon has been set. Rimuru: Oh, yeah. I need to see King Gazel in person Rimuru: to thank him again for establishing diplomatic relations with Tempest. Rimuru: He's probably not too happy with Milim's involvement in the Charybdis incident, Rimuru: so I need to explain that, too. Rimuru: Treyni-san! Treyni: Greetings, Great Rimuru. Shion: What brings you here? Has something happened? Treyni: Yes. Treyni: The delegation from the Animal Kingdom of Eurazania has entered the Great Forest of Jura. Treyni: I wanted to inform you. Rimuru: Ah, so they're almost here. Treyni: They should arrive here in Tempest within five days. Rimuru: Thanks for letting me know! Treyni: It was the least I could do. Treyni: Also, it is likely that they will arrive before the delegation does. Rimuru: "They"? Treyni: Yes, the champion's... Older: It's getting dark. Let's go home. Younger: Okay! Mushroom: Mush, mush, mush... Mushroom: Mush! Younger: How cute! Youm: Don't move! Rimuru: Youm and his buddies. Rimuru: They used to be a g*ng of ruffians, Rimuru: but I had them become the champions who defeated the Orc Lord in our place. Younger: Wow... Rimuru: If it got out that we defeated the Orc Lord, Rimuru: it would just make humans wary of us. Rommel: Are you all right? Older: Y-Yes... Thank you so much. Younger: Um... Thank you. Youm: Better be careful. There are some nasty monsters around here. Younger: Your sword is so cool! Youm: I know, right? Youm: I had it made in a nation of good monsters called Tempest that's just ahead. Rimuru: They're traveling around telling people everywhere that we're friendly monsters. Rimuru: And from then on... Rimuru: I continued to keep busy every day... Rimuru: right up until the day we welcomed the delegation from Eurazania. Youm: Wow, this is good. Kajir: It really is. I've never had it before. Rimuru: Right? It's called brandy. Youm: Brandy, you say? Rimuru: I made it as a special treat since we have guests visiting. Youm: Oh, yeah? Guests? Rimuru: Yep. The Demon Lord Carrion's delegation is arriving tomorrow. Rimuru: Did you do that on purpose?! Youm: The Demon Lord Carrion?! How the hell did that happen?! Rimuru: Well, it's a long story... Shuna: This feels so nice. Youm: I see. Rimuru: So it's our chance to establish diplomatic relations. Youm: I get it. Youm: A Demon Lord, though? Really? Youm: Sounds like that's gonna be one scary delegation. Rimuru: I don't know about that. The goal isn't to fight. Youm: But you sent Benimaru just in case the unforeseen happens, right? Youm: Wouldn't they have the same idea? Rimuru: If they do, it doesn't matter. Rimuru: I don't want to make a wrong move and waste this chance. Youm: Yeah, I guess not. Rimuru: You guys better not pick any fights with the delegates, either. Youm: Hey, c'mon, Master. My boys and I aren't complete morons. Youm: Right? Kajir: You said it. Rimuru: That's good, then. Rimuru: By the way, Hakurou was hoping to see you. Youm: The master?! Rimuru: He wanted to make sure you haven't gotten rusty. Youm: Well, that sobered me right up. Rimuru: Then, the next day... Rimuru: Here they come. Rimuru: Horse-drawn carriages? Rimuru: No, those are tigers... Tiger-drawn carriages? Rimuru: They look like w*r chariots. Shion: They're no big deal. Shion: In the face of your mighty power, that doesn't even work as a bluff. Rimuru: Wait, wait, wait, Shion-san! They're definitely a big deal! Shion: All those fancy decorations have no purpose in combat. Rimuru: Wait, wait, wait, Shion-san! Rimuru: We're not talking about combat here! Albis: It is a pleasure to meet you, Albis: leader of the Jura Tempest Federation, Rimuru Tempest. Albis: I am Albis, the Golden Serpent, Text: Animal Kingdom of Eurazania Three BeastketeersThe Golden Serpent Albis Albis: one of the Demon Lord Carrion's Three Beastketeers. Rimuru: Wow, he sent his highest-ranking subordinates? Suphia: You gotta be kidding! Suphia: I came along 'cause I wondered what kind of monster the leader of Tempest was, Suphia: and you're just a wussy, little slime? Text: Animal Kingdom of Eurazania Three BeastketeersThe White Tiger Claw Suphia Suphia: If you wanna screw with us, you can only take it so far! Rimuru: Wow, that one looks pretty strong, too. Albis: Stand down, Suphia. Albis: You may as well be slinging mud directly onto Lord Carrion's face. Suphia: Oh, shut up, Albis. You can't order me around. Suphia: Besides, Dwarves are one thing, Suphia: but humans, too? Suphia: Anyone who pals around with puny, insolent, cowardly humans Suphia: is a disgrace to all monsters! Rimuru: That's quite the take. Rimuru: Youm here is my friend, Rimuru: as well as a fellow student under the same master who taught me. Suphia: Yeah? So what? Rimuru: Hey, Youm... Rimuru: It bugs you to know she just made fun of you, doesn't it? Rimuru: Why don't you show her what you can do? I'll allow it. Youm: Whoa, hang on! Weren't we gonna be peaceful about this?! Rimuru: I wasn't planning to start any fights, Rimuru: but if the other side does, that's another matter. Suphia: Oh? You wanna play, human? Youm: Uh, I... Kajir: Go get 'er, boss! Kajir: We can't let her make us look like losers! Rommel: Please do the honors, Youm! Youm: All right, fine. Youm: Master, be sure to clean up the mess when I'm done, okay? Suphia: Hah! You're asking a slime to clean up the mess? Suphia: Don't make me laugh! Rimuru: Sure, I'll take care of... it? Rimuru: Um... Shion-san? Shion: All she's done since she arrived is hurl insults toward you. Shion: I've put up with it all this time, Shion: but it looks like there was never any need to! Youm: Huh? Youm: Wha... um... Shion: It's me you'll be fighting. Suphia: Oh? Suphia: You wanna fight bare-handed, eh? Suphia: Sounds fun! Rimuru: Is Shion gonna be okay? Rimuru: She's fighting on her opponent's terms, without her sword. Shuna: Don't worry, Great Rimuru. Shuna: Shion is almost as strong as my brother. Rimuru: R-Really? Albis: Honestly, what are we going to do with that Suphia? Albis: Grucius. Albis: Go and deal with that human. Grucius: Ugh. Grucius: Just because I'm the runt in the Beastketeers, Text: Beast King's Beastketeers Runt Grucius Grucius: I have to fight a human? Grucius: Fine, I'll play with you... Grucius: human. Youm: Great. Thanks. Rimuru: Man, Youm's pretty good. Rimuru: Grucius is a majin, and they're actually on even footing. Shuna: Yes, he's fighting magnificently. Rimuru: Hakurou's training is really paying off! Kajir: Damn, boss, not bad! Kajir: That's a champion for ya! Suphia: I wasn't expecting you to be this much fun! Shion: Don't underestimate me, Lycanthrope. Shion: The power of a Kijin can rend the heavens and shatter the earth! Shion: I'll show you that right now! Suphia: Great! Show me! Suphia: Entertain me even more! Rimuru: Thus, immediately after the delegation from Eurazania arrived, Rimuru: a ferocious battle broke out. Rimuru: Of course, I was the one who instigated it. Great Sage: Next time, "Trade with the Animal Kingdom." Next Title: Trade with the Animal Kingdom

{"type": "series", "show": "That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime", "episode": "02x01 - Rimuru's Busy Life"}

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Rimuru: The delegation from the Animal Kingdom of Eurazania, Rimuru: sent by the Demon Lord Carrion, arrived in Tempest. Rimuru: But the moment they did, some things happened... Rimuru: And this is what it devolved into. Rimuru: I mean, it is kind of my fault... I guess? Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Episode : Trade with the Animal Kingdom Suphia: Is that all the strength a Kijin has? Suphia: You can entertain me a lot more than that! Shion: That was my intent all along. Shion: Prepare yourself! Ranga: That's... Rimuru: A maximum Magic b*llet?! Rimuru: H-Hey, Shion, hang on a second! Rimuru: Do you wanna blow this entire area to bits?! Rimuru: Oh, jeez! She's not listening! Suphia: Ooh, nice! Bring it on! Rimuru: And that Suphia lady is d*ad set on taking it! Rimuru: Will there even be anything left of her if that thing hits her?! Rimuru: What do I do? Stop her? Shion: Here it comes! Albis: Stop! Albis: That is enough. Rimuru: Beast transformation, huh? Albis: Let us end this here. Rimuru: So what's the verdict? Do we pass? Albis: Yes. Grucius: We're done here. Youm: Huh? Youm: Er, Master, does this mean... Rimuru: It looks like they were testing us. Suphia: No complaints here. Your might is impressive. Suphia: There'll be plenty of value for us in associating with you as equals. Suphia: I'm convinced of that now. Suphia: To underestimate the leader of the Jura Tempest Federation, Suphia: Rimuru Tempest, and his companions Suphia: should be considered an insult to Lord Carrion! Suphia: Got it? All: Yes, ma'am! Grucius: Lady Suphia is right. Grucius: There aren't many humans who can keep up with me so well. Youm: Glad to hear that. Rimuru: They had me worried, and so soon after they arrived here... Shuna: I'm glad it all worked out nicely. Rimuru: Shion, you get it now, right? Rimuru: Shion? Shion: Um... Shion: What do I do with this? Rimuru: Crap! It's about to blow! Rimuru: C-Can't you get rid of it?! Shion: No, I can't! My energy is at its limit! Souei: Great Rimuru, we must take shelter. Suphia: J-Just calm down! Suphia: Gently... Gently aim that thing upward! Shion: U-Upward? Suphia: Force it if you have to! Just do it! Shion: I-I don't think I can! Rimuru: Honestly, Shion, you're hopeless. Rimuru: Shion, f*re it at me! Rimuru: Don't worry. Shion: But... Rimuru: Trust me! Shion: O-Okay! Here it comes! Rimuru: Gluttony! Rimuru: There, all done. Albis: It can't be... Youm: Are you kidding me? Ranga: That much is only natural to expect from my master. Shuna: Are you all right? Albis: I can see why Lord Carrion approves of you. Albis: We are grateful that our nation has established relations with yours. Rimuru: Likewise. Rimuru: Welcome to Tempest! Rimuru: Thus we welcomed the delegation from Eurazania. Rimuru: That night, Rimuru: a little welcome party was held in the reception hall we had just completed. Grucius: This is good! Beast A: The flavoring is fantastic. Beast B: It's just salty enough, too. Beast B: I could eat this forever! Beast B: Delicious! Albis: What bliss. Shuna: She's quite the drinker. Rimuru: Who the heck gave her entire barrels? Rimuru: And over here... Rimuru: Hey, are you sure you should let strangers see you doing that? Albis: It isn't particularly a secret. Rimuru: R-Really? Albis: But... Albis: it is a side I only show to those I trust. Rimuru: I see. Well, okay, then. Rimuru: Still, though... Rimuru: I can't believe you drank all of the apple brandy alone. Albis: All of it? Albis: You don't make very much? Rimuru: Oh, sorry. Don't worry about it. Rimuru: Of course, it's something we make specially for guests, Rimuru: but we rely on the bounty of the forest for our fruit, Rimuru: so we can't pick very much. Albis: In that case, I have a good idea. Albis: Fruit is abundant in Eurazania. Albis: I can arrange to have some sent here. Rimuru: What? Really? Albis: Of course. Shuna: Isn't that wonderful, Great Rimuru? Rimuru: Yeah! Rimuru: I see. Rimuru: That's a "so give us your country's booze," isn't it? Rimuru: In what ratio? Suphia: We'll trust you to work out the details. Suphia: I'm happy as long as I can drink good liquor. Suphia: Eurazania's fruit is top-quality, so you can expect the best! Rimuru: Hmm... Rimuru: Leaving the mundane stuff to us, huh? Rimuru: How much would make it an equal trade? Rimuru: Okay. I'll let a specialist handle this. Rimuru: Shuna! Shuna: Yes, Great Rimuru? Rimuru: Go get Koby for me. Rimuru: He's a Kobold merchant. Text: Kobold Merchant Koby Rimuru: He's running a shop in Tempest now, Rimuru: and he manages all of our merchants. Koby: G-Great Rimuru, what is this about? Rimuru: This is Koby-chan. He represents all our merchants. Rimuru: He's also done business in Demon Lord domains, Rimuru: so I'm putting him in charge of our trade. Koby: Huh?! Rimuru: These folks are from the Animal Kingdom. Rimuru: If there's anything besides the liquor that you're interested in, negotiate away. Koby: Wait, wait, wait! Weaker races aren't allowed in the Animal Kingdom! Suphia: We'll make sure to get you clearance. Don't be shy. Albis: And we will inform Lord Carrion in advance. Rimuru: You're not all that different from the Lycanthropes. Rimuru: You'll get on fine. Koby: What?! Rimuru: So it's settled. Thanks! Koby: Um, er... All right... Rimuru: Well, I'll leave you young folks to it, then. Shuna: Please excuse us. Koby: Huh?! Wha... Wait! Koby: Great Rimuru! Rimuru: We can rest easy with Koby-chan handling it. Shuna: Yes, you're right. Rimuru: Negotiations always go more smoothly over drinks, too. Rimuru: And so the night wore on. Rimuru: Not a bad start to our relations with foreign lands! Rimuru: A few days later, Albis and Suphia returned to Eurazania. Rimuru: Our nations plan to share our skills, as well. Rimuru: These folks stayed behind in Tempest to learn some of our techniques. Rimuru: They're all diligent and good-natured. Beast: How do you get hot water to come out of this thing you call a "faucet"? Beast: You don't seem to be boiling it anywhere. Dord: It's rune magic. Beast: Rune magic? Beast: Where are the runes? Dord: There's a magicrystal with a heat magic rune on it built into the handle. Beast: I see! Beast: So if anyone with magic turns it, the water is heated! Beast: Dwarf artisans really know their stuff! Dord: Aw, this isn't such a big deal. Dord: Plus it was actually Rimuru's idea... Text: To be precise, it was Great Sage's idea. Youm: You're not gonna observe the artisans like the rest of your people? Grucius: Nah, not me. Grucius: Sir Phobio, the Black Leopard Fang, who's in confinement now, Grucius: ordered me to be useful to Great Rimuru. Youm: That's why you're hanging out with the town guard? Grucius: That's right. Gobta: Hey, Grucius! Gobta: We're going on patrol. Grucius: Got it. Grucius: Later. Youm: Well, guess I'll hop in the bath or something... Hakurou: You will train with the sword. Youm: Yes, sir. Tiss: For dividing fractions, looking at it this way is a bit difficult, Tiss: so we'll try converting them to multiplication problems. Tiss: To convert division problems to multiplication problems, Rimuru: They're still studying even without me here. Tiss: you swap the numerator and denominator on the right side. Tiss: We call this the inverse. Tiss: When you multiply the inverse with the original number, the answer is always... Rimuru: Then a few more days passed... Rimuru: and Youm's g*ng set out to further spread their reputation as champions. Rimuru: They just missed the return of our delegation led by Benimaru. Benimaru: Eurazania's knights are as remarkable as you would expect. Benimaru: Every last knight was painstakingly trained by Demon Lord Carrion himself. Rimuru: I can see why they call him the Beastmaster. Rimuru: Anything else? Rigur: Yes. The buildings there are quite crude compared to Tempest's. Rigur: But the royal palace is highly extravagant. Rigur: It's very clear that the wealth is concentrated there. Rigurd: Rigur has grown into such a fine man! Rigur: Uh... Rigur: But I don't mean that in a bad way. Rigur: It's what the kingdom's citizens want. Rimuru: I see. Rigur: And it's not just the architecture. Rigur: Their craftsmanship, among other things, is also inferior to ours. Rimuru: Yeah, because we have not only Kaijin and his buddies, Rimuru: but Kurobe and Shuna, too. Rigur: But there was just one thing I found absolutely incredible. Rimuru: What was it? Rigur: Their agriculture. Rimuru: Oh! Rigur: Their vast fields are unlike anything we have here in Tempest, Rigur: and they grow a brilliant array of produce in abundance. Rimuru: Do you think we can learn their techniques? Rigur: I think it's possible. Rimuru: All right! Rimuru: We'll have our next delegation focus on checking out their agriculture! Rigurd: We have improved our food situation significantly as it is, Rigurd: but in some areas, we are still in a stage of trial and error. Rigurd: This may be helpful in improving those areas... Rigurd: Rigur has grown into such a fine man! Rimuru: Okay, I need to get ready to head for the Dwarf Kingdom, Rimuru: so you guys can handle the rest. Rimuru: I'm counting on you all. All: Right! Benimaru: Great Rimuru. Benimaru: If you will allow it, Benimaru: would it be all right to make Rigur the head of the delegation henceforth? Rimuru: What's this about? Benimaru: I have determined that Demon Lord Carrion can be trusted. Benimaru: There is no concern that he will treat our envoys poorly. Benimaru: That being the case, I feel I should remain here to defend our nation. Rimuru: Hmm... And you think Rigur can be entrusted to take over. Rimuru: That's what you're saying? Benimaru: Yes. Rimuru: Okay, sounds good. Benimaru: Thank you. Rimuru: But if you really trust him that much, Rimuru: I guess Carrion rules with more than just strength, huh? Benimaru: Indeed. Benimaru: The truth is, I tried picking a fight with him, Benimaru: and he laughed at me. Rimuru: Huh?! Rimuru: Y-Y-You actually... Benimaru: I couldn't use Hell Flare, of course, Benimaru: so I lost spectacularly. Benimaru: I still have much to learn. Rimuru: You're so... Benimaru: Oh, but I did defeat Phobio. Rimuru: I see... Rimuru: I mean, it's amazing that you b*at Phobio, but... Rimuru: Yeah, no! He's definitely a guy I shouldn't have allowed outside this country! Rimuru: So all of that happened, but... Rimuru: The next day, Rimuru: it was my turn to set off for Dwargon. Rimuru: Hey, Ranga! Too fast! Ranga: Understood, Master! Rimuru: Ranga! Rimuru: This time, I was accompanied by six Goblin Riders, including Gobta and Gobzo... Rimuru: Shuna and Shion... Rimuru: and Kaijin, along with the Dwarf brothers, Garm, Dord, and Myrd. Kaijin: It'll be real nice to take it easy in Dwargon again. Kaijin: I sure do appreciate this. Garm: You said it! Right, you guys? Dord: Absolutely! Rimuru: I'm glad to hear you guys say that, too. Rimuru: Our nation has come so far thanks to your help, after all. Kaijin: Hearing you say that makes me feel blessed to be a craftsman. Garm: Yeah. Rimuru: I'm truly glad I met all of you. Kaijin: Aw, gee... Rimuru: By the way, the two carriages behind us Rimuru: are loaded with gifts for King Gazel. Rimuru: And if you're thinking it would've been easier Rimuru: to carry them in my stomach than load them in carriages... Flashback,Shuna: Formality is important in matters such as these. Rimuru: ...is what I was told. Rimuru: That's an Ogre princess for you. Rimuru: She's been learning a lot from Vesta lately, Rimuru: so I can count on her when it comes to things like etiquette, too. Rimuru: And I thought Shion would be Rimuru: an even worse candidate to let outside the country than Benimaru, but... Flashback,Shion: What? Flashback,Shion: Princess Shuna is going on a vacation with you? Flashback,Rimuru: No, it's business, not a vacation... Flashback,Shion: That's not fair! Not fair at all! Flashback,Shion: Why does only Princess Shuna get to have fun with you?! Flashback,Rimuru: It's business! Business! Flashback,Rigur: Lady Shion, please relax! Flashback,Rigurd: Just calm down! Rimuru: So she cried, she screamed, she threw a fit... Flashback,Rimuru: Can I leave things to you, Rigurd? Flashback,Rigurd: Th-This is... n-nothing... Rimuru: I felt bad leaving her with Rigurd and the others, Rimuru: so I agreed to take her along. Rimuru: Of course, when she's quiet, she looks like a capable lady. Rimuru: As long as I keep an eye on her, it shouldn't end in disaster. Shion: Great Rimuru, look. Shion: The road that was destroyed in the battle against Charybdis Shion: is almost completely cleaned up. Rimuru: Hey, you're right. They work fast. Shion: Geld and his comrades never cease to impress. Geld: Good. We're on schedule. Orc: Sir Geld, we'll need to place an order for more stones. Geld: Very well. Geld: I'll send word to the quarry. Orc: Thank you. Orc: Isn't that... Geld: This was the day of your departure for the Dwarf Kingdom? Rimuru: Yeah. Rimuru: With the road laid so well, it's been a smooth, easy ride. Geld: Yes, we've been working from the direction of the Dwarf Kingdom, Geld: so the rest of the road from this point forward is finished. Rimuru: Oh? Sounds like it'll be an even nicer ride from here. Rimuru: Good work! Geld: Thank you. Rimuru: So... Geld: What is this? Rimuru: Beer. Orcs: Beer?! Rimuru: Don't drink too much, though! Orc: Thank you, Great Rimuru! Geld: Yes, sir! Rimuru: And so our journey continued smoothly... Rimuru: and four days after our departure, Rimuru: we arrived in the nation of Dwargon. Kaido: Gate opening! Guy: Look at those fine magical beasts pulling their carriages. Guy: Are these people that important? Guy: Those are magical beasts? I've never seen any before. Guy: The way those carriages are made is unusual... Kaido: Hey, Bro. Kaido: Glad to see you're looking so well. Kaijin: Kaido, it's you! Kaijin: It's been so long! How've you been? Kaijin: I've been having a great time working for Rimuru. Kaido: I bet. I can tell from the look on your face. Kaido: You guys been doing good, too, Garm? Garm: Yep, thanks for asking. Dord: Sure have. Kaido: So... where's Rimuru, anyway? Kaijin: Huh? Kaido: He's a guest of the state, you know. Kaido: I need to give him a proper welcome. Rimuru: What's he talking about? I'm right here... Rimuru: Oh, right. He only knows my slime form. Kaijin: This is Rimuru. Kaido: Huh? Garm: This is Rimuru. Kaido: Eh? Dord: This is him. Kaido: Wha? Kaido: What?! Rimuru: Yeah, some stuff happened... Kaido: R-Rimuru... sir... you look well, and that's all that matters. Kaido: Um... well, then, right this way. Rimuru: Yeah, I can't blame him. Rimuru: And so we arrived safely in Dwargon Rimuru: and had our audience with King Gazel right away. Dorf: I'm glad to see you're in good health, Rimuru. Rimuru: Same to you, Dorf-dono. Dorf: Please, no need for formalities with me. Dorf: Now, our king awaits you. Rimuru: Dorf is the captain of the Pegasus Knights, Rimuru: who helped us in the battle against Charybdis. Rimuru: The Pegasus Knights are a top-secret force in direct service to the king, Rimuru: so they normally present themselves as regular civil servants, just like this. Soldier: The ruler of the Jura Tempest Federation, Soldier: His Majesty Rimuru, has arrived. Dorf: Please, go on inside. Rimuru: The king of the Armed Nation of Dwargon, Rimuru: Gazel Dwargo. Gazel: It's been some time, Rimuru. Clayman: I see. Clayman: Well done. Clayman: This is quite the intriguing report. Clayman: Thank you. Clayman: I would gladly return your heart to you now... Clayman: but if you would do just one more little job for me, Clayman: it would be a tremendous help. Myulan: What would you like me to do, Lord Clayman? Clayman: Oh, it's a simple thing, really. Clayman: Very, very simple. Clayman: Understand, Clayman: Myulan? Great Sage: Next time, "Paradise, Once More." Next Title: Paradise, Once More

{"type": "series", "show": "That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime", "episode": "02x02 - Trade with the Animal Kingdom"}

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Rimuru: After arriving in the Armed Nation of Dwargon, Rimuru: we began our discussion with the Dwarf king, Gazel Dwargo. Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Episode : Paradise, Once More Rimuru: I have to start by thanking you. Rimuru: Thanks for pardoning the crimes of Kaijin and the others. Gazel: Exiling them was the best option to keep my other ministers satisfied. Rimuru: Wait, you were planning to let them off the hook all along? Gazel: I also saw no merit in allowing a strange being like you to run free in my kingdom. Gazel: That said, it broke my heart to let Kaijin, Garm, and the others go. Rimuru: But thanks to Garm, we have armor now, Rimuru: and Dord and Myrd have been a huge help with construction projects. Rimuru: Plus, Kaijin takes care of all kinds of things that are beyond my abilities, Rimuru: so we're managing to get by as a group. Gazel: I thought they would be better off in an environment where they could Gazel: make use of their talents freely, rather than living in obscurity here. Gazel: What of Vesta? Is he not with you? Rimuru: Well, I invited him to come along, but... Flashback,Vesta: I appreciate it, but I can't bring myself to face King Gazel until I produce results. Rimuru: His words. Gazel: That's Vesta all over. Gazel: I suppose that means he's found a place where he can exercise his talents to their fullest. Gazel: Now, Rimuru... Gazel: There's something I must ask you. Rimuru: Yeah. That's why I'm here, too. Gazel: What was the high-output magical w*apon you used to defeat Charybdis? Gazel: I hear it was an unprecedented force that surpassed all tactical magic. Rimuru: Actually, that was... the Demon Lord Milim's power. Gazel: Demon Lord Milim? Dorf: You made a joke about that before, as well. Rimuru: It's not a joke, actually. Dorf: I'm sorry, but I cannot believe you. Dorf: That little girl... Milim: Yay! That's right! Dorf: ...is a Catastrophe-class Demon Lord? Rimuru: Yeah, I can't blame you for not believing it. Gazel: It does seem too preposterous to be mere boasting. Gazel: Very well. I believe you, Rimuru. Gazel: Understood, Dorf? Dorf: Of course... but... Dorf: When did you become acquainted with the oldest of the Demon Lords? Dorf: You are truly a man of mystery, Rimuru. Rimuru: Why does Shion look so proud? Shuna: Thank you for waiting. Gazel: What have we here? Rimuru: Oh, just a little gift from our country. Shuna: For you. Shuna: And for you, as well. Dorf: Thank you. Gazel: What is this? Gazel: Did Dord make it? Rimuru: You guessed it. Gazel: It's magnificent. Gazel: The translucence, the delicate appearance... Gazel: And is this detoxifying rune magic? Gazel: How thoughtful. Rimuru: I could taste it first as a poison check, if you want. Gazel: I would never suspect you of trying to poison me. Gazel: How refined... Gazel: Oh! This is... Gazel: Delicious. Dorf: Superb. Rimuru: My turn, then. Rimuru: Yum! Text: Notice Great Sage: Notice. Great Sage: Poison Resistance successful. Text: Poison Resistance Text: Alcohol Influence Removed Text: Successful. Rimuru: Don't succeed with that! Rimuru: I finally get some good booze in me, and you erase it?! Gazel: What's the matter? Rimuru: Uh... nothing. Never mind. Rimuru: It's a distilled liquor made from apples. Rimuru: We're working with the prospect of importing more fruit now, Rimuru: so we should be able to produce more from now on. Gazel: Importing? Gazel: You've found other nations besides Dwargon to establish relations with? Gazel: The Kingdom of Blumund, perhaps? Rimuru: Yeah, them, too, but the fruit is coming from the Animal Kin— Gazel: Eurazania?! Rimuru: Y-Yeah... Dorf: That prideful Beast King made a deal with another nation?! Gazel: You've earned the favor of not only the Demon Lord Milim, Gazel: but the Demon Lord Carrion, as well?! Dorf: How frightening... A Demon Lord seducer... Rimuru: No, no, no. Rimuru: I just happened to help out someone who serves the Demon Lord Carrion, Rimuru: and that led to discussions of trade between our nations. Rimuru: Although we've only gone as far as sending delegations for now. Dorf: Even so, that will cause the importance of Tempest to skyrocket. Dorf: It may one day take over for the Kingdom of Falmuth as the major trade center. Gazel: That is true. Rimuru: You give us far too much credit. Rimuru: We need to maintain our transport routes if we want our trades to run smoothly, too. Gazel: Setting aside talk of the future, Gazel: this drink is far better than any alcohol I've imported from Falmuth. Gazel: I look forward to what comes of your partnership. Rimuru: The Kingdom of Falmuth, huh? Rimuru: Isn't that where Youm is from? Kajir: Got a cold? Youm: Damn it. I think someone's talking about me. Rimuru: I've never heard him talk about his homeland... Rimuru: What is the Kingdom of Falmuth like? Gazel: Well, I'd rank it number one or two among all the Western Provinces. Gazel: Our nation also depends on imports from Falmuth and the empire for food. Gazel: That said, just between you and me... Gazel: I don't like their king. Rimuru: Really? Gazel: He's too greedy. Gazel: So you must be successful in your trade with Eurazania, whatever it takes. Gazel: And be sure to supply your senior with plenty of alcohol, my junior. Rimuru: That doesn't have anything to do with this, does it? Rimuru: Huh?! Shion: Not to worry! Shuna: Shion! Shuna: When did you start drinking?! Shion: Great Rimuru'll have no problem gettin' trade Shion: with Eurazania up and runnin'! Rimuru: Hey! Shion: We've got all kinds o' yummy foods on our dinner tables now, too! Shion: It's practic'ly guaranteed Shion: that tasty booze will be right there with it soon! Shion: Just leave it all to Great Rimuru! Rimuru: Safe... Rimuru: Jeez, what am I gonna do with this girl? Shuna: I'm sorry you had to see such an unsightly display! Rimuru: Sorry about my secretary... Gazel: It's all right. Gazel: Go on and get her to her room. Shuna: P-Please pardon us, then. Shuna: How humiliating... Rimuru: You said it. Shion: Great Rimuru... Rimuru: It does make me want to live up to her expectations, though. Rimuru: Shuna, once we're back in our room, let's read over the manuscript again. Shuna: Of course! Rimuru: The night passed... Rimuru: and today is the big day Rimuru: of the declaration of friendship between Dwargon and Tempest. Rimuru: It's a chance to stand before our citizens and show them that we're friends. Rimuru: In other words, I stand here now representing all of Tempest. Rimuru: I need to give them a proper greeting and make a good impression. Rimuru: It's a pleasure to meet you all! Rimuru: Er... Rimuru: I'm the leader of the Jura Tempest Federation, or Tempest for short. Rimuru: My name is Rimuru Tempest. Rimuru: Oh! Thank you, thank you! Rimuru: So... my wish is to build a nation that will serve as a bridge between monsters and humans. Rimuru: Dwargon is already a nation in which monsters and humans both exist and prosper together, Rimuru: which is precisely my goal. Rimuru: I couldn't be more grateful to King Gazel Rimuru: for his endorsement of my ideal. Rimuru: I would like to continue to uphold our relationship of mutual aid, Rimuru: and to do that, I'll need all of your cooperation. Rimuru: Many monsters call our nation home, in addition to myself. Rimuru: It would be fair to say we're a nation of monsters, Rimuru: but in our hearts, we're no different from all of you. Rimuru: I hope that, instead of fearing us because we're monsters, Rimuru: you'll accept us as your new allies. Rimuru: I give you my word that these words convey my honest feelings Rimuru: and conclude my greeting to you here. Gobta: Great Rimuru! Rimuru: Yeah, I guess that speech went pretty well. Gazel: Too short. Too humble. Gazel: Too dependent on the people's sympathy. Gazel: Frankly, I'd give it zero points. Gazel: The ruler of a nation shouldn't address citizens with such humility. Gazel: Especially not the citizens of a foreign nation. They'll only look down on you. Gazel: You cannot rule with such indulgent thoughts as "I hope" and "I wish." Gazel: Wonderful things do not come about naturally. Gazel: You must take hold of them for yourself. Rimuru: Right... Rimuru: I was never that good at giving the morning speeches at my old job, either... Rimuru: But the fact that he's being so strict with me Rimuru: is a sure sign that his advice is sincere. Rimuru: I really am blessed with great friendships. Rimuru: I should thank him. Rimuru: Somehow or other, I made it through my big event in the Armed Nation of Dwargon. Rimuru: So it won't hurt to spread my wings a little, right? Rimuru: Because when it comes to Dwargon... Rimuru: there's one place that I must never forget! Rimuru: This is Butterflies of the Night, an Elf paradise! Rimuru: Gobta, you didn't let Shuna or Shion see you leave, right? Gobta: You bet we didn't! Rimuru: All right! Rimuru: To the promised land we go! Gobta: Right on! ElfA: Welcome! ElfF: We've been waiting for you, Mr. Slime! Rimuru: I've arrived! This is paradise! Rimuru: Hey, E.I.L.F.— I mean, elf ladies! How've you been? ElfA: Of course. ElfC: Me! I'm first! Rimuru: Hell yes! ElfC: You're all boingy. Rimuru: She's all boingy! ElfD: It's been such a long time. ElfD: We thought you'd forgotten about us. Rimuru: Never! ElfD: Really? Rimuru: Of course! ElfB: Welcome, boys. ElfB: You must be Mr. Slime's friends. ElfB: We're glad you're here. Gobta: W-We appreciate your hospitality! ElfB: What sort of hospitality do you mean? Gobta: I love you. ElfB: Oh, I'm elated. Rimuru: Gobta's pretty amazing sometimes. Rimuru: She dodged him easily, though. ElfB: Your friends are already set up. Kaido: Rimuru, I really appreciate you inviting me along today. Rimuru: You've been a big help to me, Kaido. Rimuru: At least let me do this for you. Kaido: Yeah, seeing you in that form just feels more right to me. Rimuru: You don't like my human form? Kaido: No, it's not that. Kaido: It just didn't seem to fit. Rimuru: Well, I can't blame you. Rimuru: You brothers can just relax and have a good chat tonight. Kaijin: You dolt! Kaijin: Who wants to talk to a bunch of guys in a place like this? Kaijin: Look at all the pretty ladies here with us! Kaijin: Let's have some fun with this! Kaido: That's right, Rimuru! Don't insult the ladies! Rimuru: Yeah, they're brothers, all right. ElfA: That's amazing, Gobta! ElfF: You're so good! Gobta: You think so? Honestly, this is nothing! Gobta: That's kinda dangerous, though! ElfB: That's a very valuable glass, you know. ElfB: So you'd better not let it fall. ElfA: Gosh, you're so mean! ElfB: If that glass breaks... let's see... ElfB: I'll just have to make you pay for it with your body. ElfA: Gobta?! ElfF: Hang in there! ElfB: Hey, it was just a joke. Rimuru: Got a moment, ma'am? Owner: How can I help you, Mr. Slime? Rimuru: Would you mind selling this here? Owner: What is it? Rimuru: A new kind of liquor produced in my country. Rimuru: I can't give you much, since I have to save some for King Gazel, Rimuru: but you can reserve it for your regulars. Rimuru: I want to hear what they think of it. Owner: Oh, my... Are you sure? Rimuru: I'd like you to research how much people will pay for one glass. Owner: My, my! You are quite shrewd, aren't you? Owner: It's as if that stiff speech you gave earlier today wasn't real. Rimuru: What?! You were watching?! Owner: Closely. Rimuru: Th-That was just... you know... an act, that's all! Rimuru: I looked really inexperienced, right? Owner: We'll just leave it at that, then. Owner: It left me with a good impression, though. Rimuru: Huh? Owner: You seemed very sincere. Owner: I think it's a person's sincerity that draws others to them. Owner: And in that respect, I would've given you a perfect score. Owner: I'd love to see a nation Owner: where humans, monsters, elves, Owner: and all other races can laugh together, free of borders. Rimuru: Thank you. Rimuru: And a fun night was had by all. Kaido: Hey, careful there, Bro! Rimuru: Bunch of drunks. Rimuru: And Gobta's anemic now. Rimuru: Hey, Gobta, you okay? Gobta: I feel dizzy... Rimuru: Sheesh... Rimuru: Listen up, boys. Rimuru: Don't let anyone see you when you head back to your lodgings. Rimuru: The dream we enjoyed tonight is our little secret! All: Right! Rimuru: Okay, off we go! Shuna: Can I be of assistance? Rimuru: Oh, thank— Rimuru: Sh-Sh-Sh-Shu— Great Sage: Notice. Great Sage: Intense energy detected behind her smile. Rimuru: Y-Yeah, I got that, too. Rimuru: Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wha— Shuna: What am I doing here? Rimuru: Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Shuna: Well, Gobzo told me everything. Rimuru: G-Gobzo?! How could you?! Gobza: Huh? Well, Princess Shuna asked me where we were going. Gobza: I just answered her. Rimuru: What the heck were you thinking, man?! Shion: You're awful, Great Rimuru. Shion: How could you leave us? Shion: It's just cruel! Rimuru: W-Well, I mean... um... Shion: How could you go without telling us?! Shuna: Did you gentlemen invite Great Rimuru out to have fun this evening? Shuna: I have no intention of stopping you from doing what you wish to do. Shuna: It just made me feel a little sad. Rimuru: Excuses will only backfire on me! Rimuru: I need to keep it simple! Rimuru: I'm so sorry! Rimuru: Bow low... Rimuru: I have no excuse! Rimuru: And use my slime cuteness to appeal to her sympathy! Rimuru: Okay? Shuna: I understand. Shuna: Just live on Shion's cooking for one week, and we'll call it even. Rimuru: Thank Go— Rimuru: What?! Shion: Really, Princess Shuna?! Shuna: Yes. Do your best, Shion. Shion: I will! I'll give it my all! Gazel: Too short. Too humble. Gazel: Too dependent on the people's sympathy. Rimuru: King Gazel, you were absolutely right. Rimuru: U-Um, could we maybe cut it down to three days? Shuna: One week. Rimuru: Okay. Rimuru: Thus we completed everything we had planned to do in Dwargon Rimuru: and set out on our way back home. Isaac: Hey, he's here. Isaac: That's Youm, the champion. Youm: Hey, Isaac. What's up? Isaac: My big sis here wants to talk to you. Do you mind? Youm: Big sis? Myulan: I'm very good with magic, Myulan: so I think I could be useful to you. Myulan: I've heard that you don't have many in your party who use magic. Youm: Sorry, but we have all the magic we need. Kajir: What good's a woman gonna be, anyway? Myulan: Then let me show you how terrifying a true wizard can be. Youm: What?! Myulan: Earth Lock! Youm: I can't move! Kajir: I didn't know such simple magic could be used that way! Myulan: Air sh*t! Youm: Just wait! I'll b*at the crap out of you! Myulan: We're done. Myulan: Unbelievable. Myulan: I had no idea you lacked basic resistance to abnormal statuses. Myulan: You're of no use at all when up against magic. Youm: Okay, I lose, I lose. Youm: You're pretty strong. Youm: What's your name? Myulan: Myulan. Youm: Nice to know you, Myulan. Great Sage: Next time, "The Scheming Kingdom of Falmuth." Next Title: The Scheming Kingdom of Falmuth

{"type": "series", "show": "That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime", "episode": "02x03 - Paradise, Once More"}

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Myulan: You're awake? Youm: Yeah... and I like this. Youm: Guess it was worth getting my ass kicked by the master. Myulan: What are you talking about? Myulan: You're a human. It's your own fault if being reckless kills you. Youm: You say that as if you're not a human. Youm: This really is great. Youm: I wouldn't mind waking up here every morning. Myulan: Idiot. Yuom: Ow. Myulan: If you feel well enough to joke around, then get off of me. Myulan: We should return to our lodgings. Myulan: We promised to practice for magic battles with Rommel and the others, remember? Youm: Ow, ow, ow... Yeah, I know. Youm: I wasn't joking, though. Myulan: Youm... Myulan: But my heart is under Demon Lord Clayman's control. Myulan: I'm just his puppet. Myulan: You really are an idiot. Show_Title,Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Episode : Prelude to the Disaster Girl: Great Rimuru will be back any time now. Woman: We'll have to give him a grand welcome! Guy: Ah, these are fine goods. Lizard: Hey, be careful! Lizard: Watch where you're going or you'll get hurt! Lizard: Of course, if you do, we'll just heal you with the high potions we made. Lizard: Hi there, Myulan! Myulan: Hello. Lizard: Sure is nice out today, huh? Lizard: What's up? We're gonna leave you here. Lizard: Sorry. It's nothing. Youm: Come on, Grucius! Is that all you've got? Grucius: There! Youm: Whoa, now! Grucius: I gotta make sure you get all the credit, you know! Youm: Oh, can it! Kajir: There you go! Rommel: You can do it! Kajir: Now's your chance! Rommel: That's it! Kajir: Go! Kajir: Whoa, good one! Rommel: Nice! Kajir: Ooh, almost! Clayman: Long time no speak, Myulan. Clayman: Is all well? Myulan: H-Hello, Lord Clayman. I wasn't expecting you to contact me. Clayman: Thanks to the information you brought me, Clayman: all is going extremely well here. Clayman: So well that I just might be willing to return the heart you gave me. Myulan: Does that mean you have... no further use for me? Clayman: Of course it doesn't! Clayman: I still want you to make yourself useful for me. Clayman: I have one more job for you. Clayman: Of course, you won't refuse, will you? Clayman: I know you don't want to die, Clayman: nor do you want to see the man you love die. Myulan: M-Man I love? There's... Clayman: No such person, you say? Clayman: Do not underestimate me, Myulan. Clayman: All you need to do is obey my orders. Clayman: Now, just lay low until I give you your next order. Clayman: Once it's all over, I will set you free. Clayman: You might even get to be with the man you love outside your dreams. Myulan: My dreams... Clayman: Poor woman. Myulan: Is this a trap? Myulan: Of course it is. Myulan: But... if it means... Myulan: my dream could come true... Myulan: I suppose I would become a demon and sell my soul. Benimaru: A group of fully armed humans? Souei: Knights from the Kingdom of Falmuth. Souei: They're heading for Tempest. Souei: They number about one hundred. Soka: Their objective is unclear, Soka: but Falmuth appears to be preparing for w*r. Benimaru: This could mean trouble. Rigurd: Very true. Rigurd: Where is Great Rimuru? Benimaru: He should return soon. Rigurd: Perhaps we should not await his return, but contact him now. Benimaru: Right... Albis: Ple... ...spond. Albis: Please respond. Albis: I am one of the Beastketeers of the Animal Kingdom of Eurazania, Albis: Albis the Golden Serpent. Rigurd: Albis?! Benimaru: This is Benimaru. What is it? Albis: I must ask a favor. Albis: I want Tempest to take in the people of my kingdom as refugees. Benimaru: Refugees? What happened? Albis: In one week, Eurazania will go to w*r. Benimaru: w*r? Souei: With what nation? Albis: Not a nation. Albis: We will face... Albis: the Demon Lord Milim. Rigurd: What?! Benimaru: W-Wait! What's the meaning of— Albis: Ple... Albis: ...beg of... ...ou. Shogo: Whoa... Shogo: Wait, wait, wait! Shogo: This city is even more developed than Falmuth! Shogo: Damn it, screw this! Shogo: Why are a bunch of monsters living better than we are?! Kirara: How wrong is this? Kirara: Why do they get more luxury than us? Kirara: It's making me sick! Kyoya: Now, now, Kirara-san. Kyoya: You are right, though. Kyoyo: This doesn't seem very fun. Shogo: Their boss is a slime, right? Shogo: So if we k*ll him, wouldn't that make us the new rulers? Kirara: Good idea, Shogo! I'm in! Kyoyo: I'm in, too, but we shouldn't take matters into our own hands. Shogo: It'll be fine. Shogo: The deal was that we'd kick up some chaos, right? Shogo: So it's perfect. Kirara: He's right. Kirara: We want it on record that monsters att*cked us good, innocent citizens, right? Kyoya: Yes, that was the order Razen-sama gave us. Shogo: Don't use "sama" for that old geezer. Kirara: For real. I just want that old fart d*ad. Kirara: Then we'd really be free! Kyoya: It's just a habit. Kyoya: We don't want our real feelings slipping out in front of him, do we? Shogo: Well, then... Shogo: Let's get this thing started! Kirara: Y-You just touched my butt, didn't you? Kirara: Were you trying to as*ault me?! Gobzo: I-I didn't do anything! Kirara: Look, don't play innocent with me! Kirara: I want you to tell me why you tried to as*ault me! Kirara: You get it?! Kirara: Ouch! Guy: Hey, she just said that Hobgoblin as*ault her. Guy: as*ault?! Guy: One of this city's guards? Guy: Really? Guy: I heard the monsters here were friendly. Guy: Maybe monsters are just monsters, after all. Shogo: Kirara's unique skill really is scary. Kyoyo: Yeah. Kyoya: Bewilder works on the target's consciousness. Kyoya: It makes them believe her and do what she says. Shogo: Hey, c'mon! So visitors get att*cked in this town? Kyoya: Is that kind of nasty stuff what you monsters are after? Guy: Now that I look at him, that's a pretty lewd look on his face. Guy: He definitely did it. Guy: Hey, shouldn't we call the guard? Gobzo: Th-This is a mistake! I didn't do anything! Shogo: What Falmuth wants is just cause to inv*de... Shogo: in other words, the fact that a monster att*cked a human. Shogo: If that dopey-faced freak gets mad and tries something, Shogo: it'll have even more impact... Gobta: What's all the fuss over here? Gobta: What's going on, Gobzo? Gobzo: I-I... Gobta: You're always up to something, aren't you? Gobta: Sorry about this. I'll teach him a lesson. Gobzo: But... Gobta, I didn't... Gobta: I know you didn't, Gobta: but that doesn't make any difference. Gobta: Once they suspect you, you've already lost. Gobzo: Y-You believe me, Gobta? Gobta: You shouldn't even have to ask. Gobzo: I'll follow you forever! Gobta: Hey, c'mon! You're suffocating me! Kirara: W-Wait, what's going on?! Kirara: Are you trying to say I'm lying?! Gobta: What? That's not what it sounded like? Kirara: H-How dare you, you stupid Goblin?! Kirara: You've got some nerve underestimating me! Kirara: Why do you believe him?! You didn't see what happened! Gobta: I mean, who wouldn't believe their own friend? Kirara: Get real! You think I'm gonna accept a reason like that?! Gobta: Gobzo here is only interested in Shion, anyway. Gobta: She's, like... You wouldn't believe it! Gobta: So there's no way he'd try to touch a little girl like you. Gobzo: Hey, no fair! That was a secret! Gobta: Little late for that. Everyone knows. Gobzo: Wh-Who's "everyone"? Gobta: Everyone means everyone. Gobta: Just give up, Gobzo. Gobza: I was gonna follow you forever! Not anymore! Kirara: G-Give me a break, you scumbags! Kirara: Don't underestimate me! Kirara: You can all... Kirara: Die! Shogo: Oh, boy. Kyoyo: Now she's done it. Kirara: That's what you get! Kirara: No way... Why aren't they dying? Shuna: I see. Shuna: That's a skill that converts your voice Shuna: into a wavelength that interferes with brain waves. Shuna: It's a truly dreadful power, Shuna: so its use is forbidden in this country. Kirara: That girl negated my Bewilder ability?! Shuna: It seems you three are not a good fit for this country. Shuna: Please leave now. Kirara: No way... I don't believe it! Kirara: She's like... some kind of beast... Shogo: Oh, so that's the attitude you're gonna give us, huh? Shogo: Fine. If that's what you want, Shogo: I'll take you on for real. Shogo: I'll make her my sl*ve. Shogo: I'll t*rture her until she cries and begs for forgiveness. Shion: You sleaze. Shion: Your filthy thoughts are written all over your face. Shion: If you quietly leave this city right now, I'll overlook this. Shion: However, if you refuse to comply... Shogo: Sounds like fun! Shogo: If you wanna interfere, I'll gladly crush you! Shion: I see. Shion: It seems you won't understand until you've been given a beating. Shion: Very well. I'll take you on. Kyoya: If that's how it is, I guess I'll do what I want, too. Kyoya: I've actually been wanting to test out this power. Kyoya: I can't wait to see just what my Severer is capable of. Gobta: This isn't good. Gobta: Gobzo, you keep Princess Shuna safe! Gobzo: G-Got it! Kyoya: My power won't lose to that crone Hinata, Kyoya: much less to small fry like you! Myulan: Great magic? Clayman: Yes. Clayman: You will turn Capital City Rimuru into an anti-magic area. Clayman: Our aim is to cut off their communications with the outside. Clayman: You are to get started at once. Clayman: This will be your final job. Clayman: This is getting very interesting! Clayman: A great w*r is going to break out! Clayman: Though unexpected events led to unforeseen developments... Clayman: So, now what? Grucius: Where are you going? Myulan: Do you need something? Grucius: A crimuru puff. Myulan: Crimuru puff? Grucius: It's a new pastry they're making. Grucius: They serve it in the dining hall now. Grucius: I hear they're insanely good. Let's go eat some. Myulan: I appreciate the offer, but I just received one yesterday. Grucius: Wait, from Youm? Myulan: Y-Yes. Grucius: That bastard b*at me to it again? Myulan: I have things I need to do. I'll see you later. Grucius: Later? Grucius: Can I really see you later? Grucius: I just got a message that doesn't seem right. Grucius: It said the Demon Lord Milim has declared w*r. Grucius: I thought it seemed ridiculous, Grucius: but you've been acting kind of weird, Grucius: so it made me wonder. Myulan: So this is why Clayman was in such a hurry. Myulan: I guess he wasn't expecting the Demon Lord Milim to declare w*r. Myulan: I'm in a hurry. Grucius: Myulan! Myulan: But what is the purpose of cutting off this country's communications? Myulan: Oh, right... Rimuru Tempest. Myulan: He's afraid that slime will hear about it and join the battle. Grucius: Myulan! Myulan: I have to activate the magic he ordered me to at once, Myulan: or Clayman's rage will k*ll not only me, but everyone in this city! Grucius: Hey! Myulan: If it's the Demon Lord Milim, Myulan: isn't your master in danger? Grucius: Huh? Grucius: You sound as if you know the Demon Lord Milim. Grucius: Don't worry. Lord Carrion is invincible. Grucius: It's inconceivable that he could lose. Grucius: What's more important right now is you! Grucius: You're a majin, aren't you? Myulan: You're usually so dense, except about things like this. Grucis: Then— Myulan: But I don't have a choice, Grucius. Myulan: I do like you, too... as a friend. Myulan: But if you insist on interfering with me... Myulan: I will k*ll you, too. Grucius: That determination of yours... Grucius: You're actually prepared to die? Grucius: But why?! Grucius: Did your master order you to? Grucius: Is that it? It is, isn't it?! Grucius: Answer me! Grucius: The Demon Lord Clayman was infamous for using people and then discarding them. Grucius: Are you— Myulan: Quiet! Myulan: If you say one more word... Grucius: That's it, isn't it? Grucius: You're prepared to die fulfilling his orders because— Youm: Tell me... Youm: more about this. Myulan: Youm... Youm: Myulan, if something's going on, tell me. Youm: I'll protect you. Myulan: Are you crazy? Myulan: Can't you tell by looking at me? I'm a majin! Youm: So what? Youm: What race you are has nothing to do with who you are. Youm: I realized that when I learned that a slime ruled this country. Youm: I love you, Myulan. Youm: It's natural to want to protect the one you love, isn't it? Myulan: The... Myulan: The Myulan you've known all this time Myulan: was just a pretense created to deceive you! Myulan: The "one you love" doesn't even exist! Youm: Don't worry, Myulan. Youm: I'll fall for your deceit until the day I die. Youm: If you believe it until the very end, it's no different from the truth. Myulan: Let me go. Youm: Oh, sorry. Grucius: You just took advantage of the moment to hug her! Youm: I mean, the way things were going, I thought I could get away with it... Grucius: Well, I say you can't! Youm: The hell? What business is it of yours? Grucius: You're always getting the jump on me! Myulan: Thank you, Youm. Grucius: Myulan! Youm: Myulan! Myulan: If it will keep you safe... Myulan: I'll... Reyheim: Prison Field! Shuna: Two barriers? Shuna: Is this... Rigurd: Wh-What happened? Benimaru: I can't connect with Great Rimuru. Benimaru: Something is interfering. Benimaru: Great Rimuru... Shion: What's the matter? Shion: You seemed so bold, but I guess it was all talk. Shogo: Tsk... You and those damned feet of yours. Shion: What is this? Shion: My strength is leaving my body... Shogo: What's wrong, little lady? Shogo: You look like you're having a rough time. Great Sage: Next time, "The Beauty Makes Her Move." Next Title: The Beauty Makes Her Move

{"type": "series", "show": "That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime", "episode": "02x05 - Prelude to the Disaster"}

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Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Episode : The Beauty Makes Her Move Chloe: Sensei! Kenya: J-Jeez, Chloe, you're such a crybaby! Kenya: Stop crying! Ryota: You're crying, too, Ken-chan... Kenya: My eyes are sweating, that's all! Chloe: Sensei... Sensei... Rimuru: Chloe... Rimuru: Easy now, Chloe. Rimuru: You can have this. Just cheer up, okay? Alice: I wanted that, too! Chloe: But I got it. Kenya: You're so lucky. Alice: It's not fair! Rimuru: Oh, right. I have presents for the rest of you, too. Ryota: You look so cool, Ken-chan! Kenya: So do you, Ryota! Gale: These are fantastic! Alice: Th-They're so cute! Rimuru: There's a talented girl named Shuna in my country. Rimuru: I had her make them and send them here. Kenya: Sensei! Chloe: Thank you! Rimuru: Now, remember to keep up with your studies. Rimuru: It's hard to say goodbye, but it's not like we'll never meet again. Rimuru: I'll come back with Ranga to visit you sometimes. Ranga: Keep studying hard, even when we're not here. Kenya: Y-You'd better come back to visit us! Alice: Wh-When we graduate, we might come visit you, too! Rimuru: Yep. I'll be waiting. Rimuru: The entire capital city of Rimuru will welcome you. Kenya: Sensei! Ryota: See you soon! Alice: Take care! Gale: Goodbye! Rimuru: Take care of yourselves! Chloe: See you later. Ranga: Master, why did you give her your beloved mask? Rimuru: Hm? Oh... I wonder... Rimuru: I'm not sure, either, Rimuru: but for some reason, it just felt right to give it to Chloe. Rimuru: It seemed to be for the best. Ranga: I see. Rimuru: I bet Shizu-san would want Chloe to have it rather than me, anyway. Rimuru: She'll be sure to take good care of it. Rimuru: Maybe she'll follow in her footsteps as a champion. Rimuru: She might even become a Hero! Ranga: Surely not! Rimuru: Ranga! Ranga: Yes, Master? Rimuru: Let's go back to our town... to our home. Rimuru: Everyone's waiting for us. Rimuru: I think we've come far enough now. Rimuru: Okay, let's use Spatial Movement to get back to Tempest! Ranga: I'm sure everyone there eagerly awaits your return! Ranga: I feel the same way myself! Rimuru: But you've been with me the whole time. Ranga: Master? Rimuru: I sense something... Ranga: This is... Rimuru: Ranga, get into my shadow. Ranga: Yes, Master! Great Sage: Notice. Rimuru: What is it, Great Sage? Great Sage: You have been enclosed within a wide-range barrier. Rimuru: A barrier? Great Sage: All spatial interference skills that would permit exit are sealed. Great Sage: Spatial Movement cannot be used. Rimuru: I've got a bad feeling about this. Souei: Great Rimuru! Rimuru: Souei! Rimuru: Are you a body double? Souei: Great Rimuru, please flee from here. Rimuru: What happened?! Souei: Enemies... and far more than— Rimuru: Souei! Rimuru: What is this? What's going on? Rimuru: Ranga! Great Sage: Notice. Rimuru: What is it now? Great Sage: You have been enclosed within another wide-range barrier. Rimuru: Another one?! What does that mean? Great Sage: The use of skills within the barrier is sealed. Rimuru: Use Resist! Text: Second Barrier Great Sage: Resist successful. Great Sage: However, all magic skills will be limited. Text: Magic Skills Rimuru: Are you serious?! Rimuru: Still, if the one who put up these barriers is out there, Rimuru: there's no way Souei and the rest wouldn't have noticed. Rimuru: If the barrier trapped me before they could use Thought Communication to tell me about it... Rimuru: Should I assume they were targeting me specifically? Rimuru: If that's the case, what is it they're after? Rimuru: I definitely sense m*rder intent. Rimuru: This is bad. They sealed all my abilities before even fighting me... Rimuru: I've never encountered this method of fighting. Rimuru: That's the work of a pro who's used to fighting monsters. Hinata: Shall I say it's nice to meet you, Hinata: even though we'll soon be saying goodbye? Rimuru: Just one? Rimuru: And she's pretty damn confident. Rimuru: The Holy Knights... Rimuru: Guardians of law and order, making them natural enemies of monsters. Rimuru: I don't believe we've met before. Can I help you with something? Rimuru: Maybe you've mistaken me for someone else? Hinata: You are very polite for the leader of a monster nation, Hinata: Rimuru Tempest-san. Rimuru: Nope, she definitely meant me. Rimuru: What makes you think I lead a nation of monsters? Rimuru: You can tell by looking that I'm just an ordinary adventurer! Hinata: Playing dumb won't help you. I received an anonymous tip. Rimuru: Anonymous? Hinata: There are eyes all over the Kingdom of Ingrassia. Rimuru: Eyes? Rimuru: I don't get it. Who sold me out? Hinata: You see, your city stands in my way. Hinata: So I'm going to destroy it. Rimuru: Say what? Hinata: Which is why it would be inconvenient for me if you were to leave. Hinata: Do you understand now? Rimuru: Destroy Tempest? Don't tell me, you've already att*cked? Hinata: Have I? Who can say? Kyoya: You're still not d*ad? Kyoya: You've got the vitality of a cockroach. Kyoya: Just die already! Gobta: M-Master... Hakurou: I will face you in my incompetent pupil's stead. Kyoya: What's your deal, old man? Kyoya: Butt out! Hakurou: "Old man," you say? Show some respect for your elders, young man. Kyoya: Oh? Kyoya: I'm not gonna respect some guy just because he's old! Shuna: Are you all right? Gobta: Y-Yeah, I'm fine... Gobta: But Master seems to be moving slower than usual. Shuna: He's unable to use his full strength! Shuna: This barrier... makes monsters weaker. Gobta: Master... Hakurou: Child's play! Kyoya: I don't even need to use my All-Seeing Eye! Kyoya: The afterlife will be a much better fit for you, old man. Gobta: M-Master! Gobta: Mast...er... Kyoya: I'll apologize to Shogo later... Kyoya: for breaking his precious toy. Shogo: Hah! For being weakened, you're still giving me a pretty good time! Shion: Shut up! Lizard: Worry not. Lizard: Whatever may happen, I will protect you. Lizard: C'mon, stop crying. Lizard: Here, now you can't see anything. Nothing to be scared of, right? Lizard: We can trust Lady Shion to take care of this. Lizard: She's really strong! Shogo: It's over! Shogo: Time's up. Shogo: Hey! We're being att*cked by monsters! Shogo: Please help us! Folgen: I come to see this monster-built nation I heard about and find this? Folgen: What is all this commotion?! Shion: Run! Folgen: In accordance with human law, Folgen: we are here to assist all of you innocent citizens! Rimuru: Why do you want to destroy Tempest? Rimuru: Who's behind this, and why? Hinata: Are you finished now? Rimuru: I'm not, but I'd at least like to know your name. Hinata: You're a monster, and you concern yourself with names? Hinata: They mean nothing to me, so I had forgotten. Hinata: Then I will introduce myself. Hinata: I serve as the right hand of God in the Holy Empire of Ruberios, Hinata: as Chief Knight of the Imperial Guard and Captain of the Holy Knights. Hinata: My name is Hinata Sakaguchi. Text: Holy Empire of Ruberios Chief Knight of the Imperial Guard and Captain of the Holy Knights Hinata Sakaguchi Hinata: Though our relationship will be brief, I pray it will be meaningful. Rimuru: Did you say Hinata? Oh, so you're... Rimuru: I heard you were the Captain of the Holy Knights, Rimuru: but you're Chief Knight of the Imperial Guard, too? Hinata: You are well-informed, I see. Hinata: Not that I'm pleased to know my name is known to a monster. Hinata: It is true that I hold two titles, Hinata: though they mean nothing. Hinata: It is not the emperor I serve, Hinata: but rather the god Luminous. Rimuru: Now, hang on a second! Rimuru: There's something I wanted to talk to you about! Hinata: I have no interest in the words of a monster. Rimuru: I said wait! Hinata: You evaded that? I'm a bit surprised. Hinata: There's no doubt you're the monster that k*lled Shizu-sensei. Hinata: And now I'm going to avenge her. Rimuru: Seriously, just wait a minute! Rimuru: You're Japanese, right? I am, too! Hinata: Japanese? Rimuru: Yes! And Shizu-san asked me to help you! Hinata: Shizu-sensei asked you to help me? Rimuru: Yes! She was really worried about you! Hinata: What a funny thing to say. Hinata: Don't make me laugh! Rimuru: It's true! I really am Japanese! Rimuru: I died in Japan and got reincarnated here as a slime! Hinata: You insist you're Japanese, just as my intel told me. Hinata: But it's pointless to keep up that act. Rimuru: Intel? Rimuru: So her informant is someone who knows I'm Japanese? Rimuru: Who in the... Rimuru: You insist on fighting, no matter what? Rimuru: Just you, taking me on alone? Hinata: Oh, that's truly a laugh. You think you can b*at me? Hinata: Within this barrier? Rimuru: Seriously?! Rimuru: Pain Nullification isn't working?! Rimuru: This is a real mess... Hinata: Just three att*cks? Perhaps I underestimated you. Rimuru: I might be in trouble if I take any more hits. Hinata: Did you just realize what makes this technique so dangerous? Hinata: I guess you do have some intelligence. Rimuru: I appreciate the compliment, but I'd like it even more if you'd listen to me. Great Sage: Answer. Great Sage: This technique appears to directly strike Great Sage: not the physical body, but the spiritual body of the target. Rimuru: It works directly on the spirit? Rimuru: How much more can I withstand? Great Sage: Notice. Great Sage: Three more att*cks will k*ll you. Rimuru: So if I take three more of those, I'm d*ad? Rimuru: Maybe I was the one who underestimated her. Rimuru: So... what do I do? Hinata: There's nothing you can do. Hinata: You are cornered. Hinata: This Holy Field is the Western Holy Church's ultimate anti-monster barrier. Rimuru: So any monsters trapped inside it will be weakened? Hinata: Magicules are purified within this barrier. Hinata: So even a high-level monster like you Hinata: will lose most of their strength just keeping themselves alive. Hinata: You will be unable to utilize your natural abilities. Rimuru: I'm starting to see that clearly now. Hinata: You seemed displeased that I was your sole opponent, Hinata: but this is a task that would not normally be mine. Hinata: I took it on for only one reason... Rimuru: Just one more... Hinata: Because I heard you k*lled Shizu-sensei. Rimuru: Look, that was— Hinata: I will avenge her with my own hand. Hinata: I wanted to k*ll you. Rimuru: It's true that I basically k*lled her, but it was... Hinata: It was what? Hinata: Nothing matters but the end result. Hinata: She was the only person in this world who was kind to me. Shizu: When you get lost, Shizu: I want you to depend on me. Hinata: But now she's gone. Hinata: This is an emotion that even I don't understand well myself. Rimuru: Who told Hinata that Shizu-san was d*ad? Rimuru: Maybe they dramatized it, but they made me out to be a real monster. Hinata: Are you worried about your friends? Rimuru: Of course I am! Hinata: I'm sure. Hinata: If you take too long, you'll have no way to return home. Hinata: Not that I have any intention of letting you. Rimuru: I think it's a bit too soon to declare your own victory. Rimuru: Activate "Steel Strength" and "Strengthen Body"! Rimuru: With this one strike! Rimuru: She's observing my att*cks Rimuru: to predict my next move and deal with it as needed?! Rimuru: It almost feels like I'm up against Great Sage! Rimuru: This isn't working. Rimuru: She's too strong! Hinata: I think we're done. Hinata: It's impressive that you can move so well inside this barrier. Hinata: Frankly, I had sold you short. Hinata: But you can't defeat me. Rimuru: Because you can k*ll me with one more strike? Hinata: Oh? So you know? Hinata: d*ad End Rainbow utilizes the power of this sword Hinata: to guarantee that my opponent dies on the seventh strike. Hinata: Even if my opponent is a spiritual being. Hinata: You have fought well, but you've had enough. Rimuru: I wasn't expecting a fight that I had so little chance of winning. Rimuru: But I'll keep fighting in vain for as long as I can. Rimuru: I'm not so soft that I'd roll over and die just like that! Great Sage: Notice. Great Sage: Used unique skill "Degenerate" Great Sage: to isolate the superior spirit Ifrit as a pure spirit. Rimuru: All right! Rimuru: Defeat my enemy, Rimuru: superior spirit of f*re, Ifrit! Hinata: I never would have imagined that you employed a superior spirit. Hinata: But... Hinata: That still won't be enough to make you a match for me. Rimuru: What did you do to Ifrit?! Rimuru: Return, Ifrit! Rimuru: What the heck did you... Great Sage: Answer. Text:Answer Great Sage: Ifrit has suffered the effects of Compulsory Usurpation. Rimuru: Compulsory Usurpation?! Text: Compulsory Usurpation Rimuru: Are you saying she can steal her opponents' abilities?! Rimuru: So that's her unique skill? Great Sage: Because there was a magic circuit between you, Text: Magic Circuit Great Sage: Usurpation Failed Great Sage: it can be assumed that Ifrit was not stolen. Rimuru: Hinata Sakaguchi... Rimuru: You're a beast far exceeding all my expectations. Rimuru: Did you try to steal Ifrit? Hinata: That's a surprise. How did you know? Hinata: Oh, no matter. You are correct. Hinata: I used my unique skill, Usurper. Rimuru: Usurper? Rimuru: I guess that's something like my Gluttony. Rimuru: Gluttony? Rimuru: Gluttony, huh? Rimuru: Looks like it's time to make a decision. Rimuru: If she att*cks one more time, I lose. Rimuru: I have to use my last resort. Rimuru: Hinata... Rimuru: Shizu-san asked me to help you along with Chloe and the other kids, Rimuru: but I'm short on time. Rimuru: Sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to hold back. Rimuru: I'll finish it with this next move. Hinata: Then I'll get just a little bit more serious for this last att*ck. Hinata: I hope you're ready. Hinata: This strike will bring you pain like nothing you've experienced before. Hinata: Die now! Hinata: d*ad End Rainbow! Rimuru: Awaken, Gluttony! Great Sage: Complete. Order accepted. Great Sage: Executing immediately. Rimuru: The moment I gave that order, Rimuru: my consciousness faded, as if it was sinking into darkness. Rimuru: Then I was unconscious, Rimuru: as if I had fallen asleep. Great Sage: Next time, "Despair." Next Title: Despair

{"type": "series", "show": "That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime", "episode": "02x06 - The Beauty Makes Her Move"}

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Hinata: Die now! Hinata: d*ad End Rainbow! Rimuru: Awaken, Gluttony! Great Sage: Complete. Order accepted. Great Sage: Executing immediately. Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Episode : Despair Hinata: I don't believe it... Hinata: I see. Hinata: This is a form specialized for combat, incorporating the traits Hinata: of various objects and monsters. Hinata: So that's it. Hinata: And on top of that, if d*ad End Rainbow didn't k*ll you... Hinata: That means you don't have a soul. Hinata: Then... Hinata: Astral Bind! Hinata: That's not enough to stop you? Hinata: Spirit summoning! Hinata: I lift this prayer up to God. Hinata: I desire the power of the spirits. Hinata: I beg thee, heed my wish. Hinata: Put an end to all! Hinata: Disintegration! Hinata: I have avenged you, Shizu-sensei. Rimuru: I thought I was a goner! Ranga: At long last, I made it out! Ranga: Are you all right, Master?! Ranga: Master! Rimuru: I'm fine! I'm fine, really! Ranga: Master! Rimuru: I really thought I was in trouble that time... Flashback_Rimuru: This isn't working. Flashback_Rimuru: She's too strong! Hinata: I think we're done. Hinata: It's impressive that you can move so well inside this barrier. Hinata: Frankly, I had sold you short. Hinata: But you can't defeat me. Rimuru: Because you can k*ll me with one more strike? Rimuru: I wasn't expecting a fight that I had so little chance of winning. Rimuru: But I'll keep fighting in vain for as long as I can. Rimuru: I'm not so soft that I'd roll over and die just like that! Great Sage: Notice. Great Sage: Used unique skill "Degenerate" Great Sage: to isolate the superior spirit Ifrit as a pure spirit. Rimuru: All right! Rimuru: Defeat my enemy, Rimuru: superior spirit of f*re, Ifrit! Rimuru: ...so I quickly made a doppelganger of myself and ran away. Rimuru: Running was definitely the right move. Rimuru: That Hinata chick, though... Rimuru: Her strength is just unreal! Rimuru: Even without the barrier, I still might've lost. Rimuru: That "Disintegration" thing... Rimuru: There's just no avoiding that at all. Rimuru: I wonder if Milim could survive it. Rimuru: I should ask her sometime. Rimuru: But seriously, damn that Hinata! Rimuru: She wouldn't even listen to me! She just had to start a fight! Ranga: I don't know what happened, but I think it's fair to say you won, Master! Rimuru: Right?! You think so, don't you, Ranga?! Rimuru: I mean, if Hinata really insists, I'm willing to call it a draw... Ranga: I don't know what happened, but I think it's fair to say you won overwhelmingly, Master! Rimuru: Y-Yeah... Rimuru: Anyway, we gotta hurry home! Rimuru: I'm worried about everyone! Rimuru: To Tempest! Ranga: Yes, Master! Rimuru: What is it? Great Sage: Notice. Great Sage: Specified destination not found. Rimuru: Huh?! Great Sage: It appears Tempest has been isolated from the rest of the world by some sort of barrier. Rimuru: This really doesn't sound good. Rimuru: Is there anyplace near Tempest that we can jump to? Great Sage: Searching. Great Sage: I have a h*t. Rimuru: Great! Off we go! Gabiru: I shall break through it with my att*ck! Souei: No, I'll go one more time. Gabiru: But... Gabiru: Oh! Great Rimuru! Souei: Great Rimuru, I am glad to see you are safe. Rimuru: Yeah... Wait! Rimuru: What about you, Souei?! You look a lot worse off than me! Souei: This is nothing of consequence. Vesta: Ah, you're here, Great Rimuru! Vesta: Here, drink this. Rimuru: What's going on in Tempest? Vesta: We aren't sure. Gabiru: I can't get in touch with my men who headed to town! I'm so worried! Vesta: It appears to be enclosed within a barrier. Rimuru: So it's true. Soka: Master Souei tried to break through the barrier around Tempest and enter the city. Soka: That's when he got hurt. Souei: Quiet, Soka. Souei: Don't worry about me. Soka: Of course. Rimuru: If even Souei couldn't break through it, Rimuru: this barrier must be pretty tough. Rimuru: Who put it there? Souei: I believe... Souei: it was the human nation, the Kingdom of Falmuth. Souei: I have confirmed that they have initiated military action. Souei: A large army is headed toward Tempest. Rimuru: We gotta hurry to the city! Gabiru: That's the barrier?! Rimuru: Great Sage, analyze it. Great Sage: Answer. Text: Answer Great Sage: Confirmed great magic originating inside the barrier, Anti-Magic Area, Great Sage: as well as reduced magicule density caused by the barrier cast from outside. Text: Magicule Density Reduction Confirmed Rimuru: Reduced magicule density? Rimuru: Is it the same as Hinata's Holy Field? Great Sage: Negative. Text: Negative Great Sage: The principle is the same, Great Sage: but its purification ability is weaker, making it an inferior version. Text: InferiorVersion Text: Multilayer Barrier Barrier's effects can be nullified Great Sage: It can be resisted with Multilayer Barrier. Rimuru: Great magic from inside and holy magic from outside... Rimuru: So it's a two-layered barrier. Rimuru: Who could have done this? And why? Rimuru: Souei, I'll get whoever's using the great magic. Rimuru: You guys find the one who's erecting this barrier. Souei: Understood. Soka: Yes. Rimuru: But don't engage in any fighting. Rimuru: Just find out their identity and how strong they are. Souei: And how shall I contact you? Rimuru: Hmm... Rimuru: With this, we should be able to use Thought Communication, even through a barrier. Souei: I see... Rimuru: Okay, go! Souei: Right! Rimuru: Ranga, stay in my shadow. Ranga: Yes, Master! Rimuru: Gabiru, you wait here. Gabiru: Be careful! Rimuru: Yeah. Rimuru: They've thinned out, but there are still magicules around. Rimuru: This is terrible. Woman: The children we had with us are all safe, thanks to you. Guy: Thank you for protecting them. Guy: Thank you so much. Lizard: No need for thanks. Sir Gabiru would have done the same thing. Lizard: We only did what needed to be done. Lizard: I hope Sir Gabiru is okay... Guy: Look! Guy: It's Great Rimuru! Woman: Great Rimuru! You're back! Rigurd: Great Rimuru! Rigurd: I am so glad you've returned! Rigurd: Thank goodness you're safe! Rimuru: Sorry I'm late. Rigurd: You need not be sorry at all! Rimuru: What happened? Rigurd: Well... Kaijin: Oh, thank goodness you're all right! Rimuru: Kaijin... Rigurd: Great Rimuru! I must inform you of our situation and seek your counsel! Rigurd: Please accompany me to the emergency headquarters! Rimuru: Kaijin, who are they? Kaijin: Oh, uh... Rigurd: A very small problem has occurred! That's all! Rimuru: Don't lie to me. What's going on at the plaza? Rimuru: Was that... Rimuru: Benimaru?! Benimaru: You're protecting that woman, too? Benimaru: Sorry, but I don't have time to be lenient right now. Benimaru: Step aside at once! Grucius: Can't do that. You've already lost your cool. Grucius: I can't let you have her now. Benimaru: Oh? I've lost my cool? Benimaru: If that were the case, I would have b*rned all of you to cinders by now. Benimaru: Just shut up and— Grucius: Sorry, but no matter what happens, I'm gonna protect her! Benimaru: I told you to shut up! Grucius: But... I... still... Benimaru: Stop resisting! Or I'll— Rimuru: Stop, Benimaru! Benimaru: Great Rimuru! Rimuru: Tell me what's going on. Benimaru: It's this barrier. Benimaru: It blocks the use of magic, and it has reduced our powers, as well. Benimaru: This has produced victims within the city— Rigurd: B-Benimaru! Benimaru: We will discuss that later. Benimaru: That is when we realized that the reason we are weakened Benimaru: lies in the magic that woman used. Geld: When we located the caster and tried to capture her, Geld: Youm interfered, so we were forced to engage in combat. Rimuru: Hmm... Youm: Master Rimuru! Youm: I'm sorry! Youm: I never had any intention of betraying you. Youm: I just... want to save Myulan here. Rimuru: Myulan? Myulan: It's all right. Just abandon me. Youm: Don't talk like that. Myulan: There's no reason for you to be dragged into this. Youm: I said don't talk like that! Grucius: Great Rimuru... Grucius: I'm well aware that, as a visitor, I'm in no position to interfere. Grucius: But even so... would you please hear what I have to say? Rimuru: All right. Myulan: No, Youm, Grucius. Myulan: I have no right to ask you two to defend me. Both: Myulan! Myulan: How many in this city have been sacrificed because of me? Myulan: I'm the one who caused that horrific scene. Rimuru: Horrific? Rimuru: What do you mean by that? Myulan: You'll understand when you see it. Rimuru: What is all this? Rimuru: What... happened here? Rimuru: Are they all... Rimuru: d*ad? Regurd: The humans were merciless... Rimuru: Humans? Regurd: We did just as you ordered, Great Rimuru, Regurd: and welcomed the humans. Regurd: The result of that... Rigurd: Quiet. Rigrud: Be quiet. Regurd: P-Please forgive me. Rimuru: What I said... Rimuru: My own words... Rimuru: There are three rules. Rimuru: First, no attacking humans. Rimuru: Second, no fighting amongst yourselves. Rimuru: Third, no belittling other races. Rimuru: That's it. Rimuru: Because they... followed my orders? Myulan: If I hadn't used that great magic, Myulan: this wouldn't have happened. Rimuru: This woman... Great Sage: Notice. Great Sage: The great magic Anti-Magic Field alone could not cause this degree of weakening. Great Sage: The more likely cause Great Sage: are the humans that you instructed the one named Souei to investigate. Rimuru: That's right. I need to calm down. Rimuru: Is this Myulan woman trying to anger me so I'll k*ll her and no one else? Rimuru: To protect Youm and Grucius? Rimuru: Myulan, was it? I want to hear more. Rimuru: Come with me to the meeting room. Mjolmire: Great Rimuru. Mjolmire: Would you mind if I participated in that meeting, as well? Mjolmire: Perhaps I can offer an outsider's perspective. Rimuru: You're... Rimuru: You were here? Rimuru: Sure. I'd appreciate that, Mjolmire. Rimuru: I received a report on what had transpired in Tempest. Rimuru: Mysterious attackers... Rimuru: And knights from Falmuth... Benimaru: If this hadn't weakened us, Hakurou wouldn't have lost. Rimuru: Lost? Hakurou lost?! Rigurd: He was severely wounded, but he will recover. Rigurd: Lady Shuna is treating both him and Gobta, who was wounded just as severely. Rimuru: I see... Rigurd: As the knights from Falmuth were leaving... Folgen: This city has been contaminated by monsters! Folgen: As the protectors of humanity, Folgen: we must never recognize a nation of monsters! Folgen: Therefore, we will consult with the Western Holy Church Folgen: regarding what must be done about this nation! Folgen: We will return one week from today, Folgen: under the command of the great and renowned King Edomalis himself! Folgen: It would behoove you to surrender and swear allegiance to him! Folgen: If you refuse... Folgen: I shall eradicate every last one of you in the name of God! Rimuru: What a farce. Rigurd: Yes, it is precisely that. Hinata: You see, your city stands in my way. Hinata: So I'm going to destroy it. Rimuru: The Western Holy Church and the Kingdom of Falmuth have been colluding from the start. Rimuru: I'm betting the Church has it in for us because Rimuru: their doctrine doesn't condone the existence of monsters. Rimuru: But then, what's the Kingdom of Falmuth's reason? Mjolmire: Great Rimuru, may I? Mjolmire: As we speak, a new trade route is coming into existence with Tempest at its center, Mjolmire: which is bringing about drastic changes in commerce. Rimuru: And? Mjolmire: Trade routes are crucial. Mjolmire: Simply imposing tariffs creates the potential for immense profits. Koby: The Kingdom of Falmuth profits so much from trade that it has been called Koby: the gateway to the Western Provinces. Rimuru: So a profit for Tempest means a loss for the Kingdom of Falmuth? Koby: Correct. Mjolmire: A tremendous loss, at that. Rimuru: Now I get it. Rimuru: I've been playing with f*re, and I didn't even realize it. Rimuru: Mjolmire-kun. Mjolmire: Yes, sir? Rimuru: Can you update the Kingdom of Blumund on Tempest's current situation Rimuru: and the approach of a large army from the Kingdom of Falmuth, ASAP? Mjolmire: Of course. Mjolmire: I will impress upon them that Tempest is in the right. Rimuru: Thank you. Mjolmire: I'll start getting ready at once. Rimuru: Now, as for you, Myulan-san... Rimuru: Why don't you tell me in detail what led you to mess with us? Youm: Myulan... Myulan: It's all right. I have nothing to hide. Myulan: I am Myulan. Myulan: I serve the Demon Lord Clayman. All: What?! Rigurd: A Demon Lord? Rimuru: I see. Rimuru: So Clayman is the one pulling the strings. Great Sage: Next time, "Hope." Next Title: Hope

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Myulan: The Demon Lord Clayman lives up to his alias, "Marionette Master," Myulan: by controlling his subordinates' actions. Myulan: I am one of them. Myulan: The task he gave me was to investigate Tempest as a spy, Myulan: so I used Youm to infiltrate this city. Myulan: Then, according to his orders, I used the great magic spell Anti-Magic Area. Myulan: Clayman took my heart from me with his secret art, Marionette Heart. Myulan: Ever since then, my only means of survival has been to obey him. Rimuru: I see. Rimuru: So he literally holds the key that determines whether you live or die. Rimuru: And what made Clayman want to mess with me? Myulan: He said this to me: Myulan: "Things are about to get interesting. Myulan: Though unexpected events led to unforeseen developments, Myulan: a great w*r is going to break out." Myulan: I thought he was referring to the Demon Lords Milim and Carrion, at first, Myulan: but what he meant was that he's starting a w*r between Tempest Myulan: and the Kingdom of Falmuth. Rimuru: Clayman... Rimuru: He controls his pawns as he wishes to avoid getting his own hands dirty. Rimuru: He's gonna be trouble. Rimuru: She appears to be a wizard. Rimuru: In the Anti-Magic Area, she's just an ordinary human. Rimuru: Is she a sacrificial pawn? Youm: Master! Youm: Please forgive Myulan! Grucius: I'm begging you, too! Grucius: She couldn't defy the Demon Lord Clayman, that's all! Rimuru: I'll put Myulan's punishment on hold for now. Rimuru: She'll be confined in the reception hall until then. Rigurd: Understood. I will assign guards. Youm: Master... Rimuru: Sorry, Youm. My head's all over the place right now, too. Rimuru: If you're worried, you're free to stay with her. Rimuru: Is that it for your report? Benimaru: Yes. Rimuru: Then I'd like to go visit the wounded. Rimuru: Take me to them. Benimaru: Of course. Show_Title,Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Episode : Hope Rimuru: How's he doing? Shuna: Great Rimuru! Shuna: The potions aren't working. Shuna: Since their wounds were caused by skills of a spatial nature, Shuna: my treatments don't work directly on them. Rimuru: I see... Hakurou: Great Rimuru... Do not worry. Hakurou: Neither I nor this fool pupil of mine Hakurou: are so weak as to die from wounds such as these. Rimuru: Hey, I'm not worried. Rimuru: Let me take a look at your wound. Rimuru: Great Sage. Great Sage: Effect of spatial technique confirmed. Great Sage: Would you like to Predate this effect using Gluttony? Rimuru: Obviously, yes. Gobta: H-Huh? Gobta: I'm saved?! Hakurou: Great Rimuru has done it again. Shuna: Thank goodness! Gobta: Great Rimuru! Welcome back! Rigurd: T-Take it easy, Gobta! Gobta: You're okay, too, old man?! Hakurou: Would you like to go back to sleep? Gobta: M-Master! I'm so glad you're all right! Rimuru: By the way, where's Shion? Rimuru: She didn't go off to get revenge by herself, did she? Rimuru: Knowing her, I wouldn't be surprised... Shuna: U-Um... Great Rimuru... Rimuru: Benimaru said only one thing: Rimuru: "Please follow me." Rimuru: Then he started walking toward the plaza, where the deceased monsters were laid to rest. Gobta: Gobzo? Gobta: Gobzo! Benimaru: Shion tried to protect a child our attackers came after. Benimaru: Weakened by the barrier, Benimaru: she couldn't move as well as usual... Shuna: Gobzo was protecting me. Shuna: The attackers were laughing as they... Rigurd: Great Rimuru! Rimuru: Sorry. Rimuru: I need to be alone for a while. Rigurd: Very well. Hakurou: Come, now. Shuna: Please call me at any time. Shuna: I will be here at once. Great Sage: Notice. Great Sage: A very strong aura exerts pressure on a weakened monster. Rimuru: Yeah. Rimuru: That's right... Rimuru: I gave the magic-suppressing mask to Chloe... Rimuru: Is the Analysis done? Great Sage: It is complete. Great Sage: Replicate the item? Rimuru: Please. Rimuru: Why did this happen? Great Sage: Notice. Cannot calculate. Rimuru: What should I have done? Great Sage: Notice. Cannot comprehend. Rimuru: Was it a mistake to get involved with humans? Great Sage: Notice. Cannot answer. Rimuru: Tell me... Was I wrong? Great Sage: Notice. Cannot calculate. Great Sage: Cannot comprehend. Cannot answer. Rimuru: All these intense emotions are raging in my head, Rimuru: but at the same time, I'm painfully calm. Rimuru: I can't even shed a single tear. Rimuru: Oh, I get it. Rimuru: I've become a monster at heart, too. Great Sage: Notice. Great Sage: Search results unavailable. Great Sage: Could not locate magic with the ability to fully revive the d*ad. Rimuru: I see. Rimuru: What about the barrier? Great Sage: Notice. Great Sage: Completed analysis of the two-layer barrier surrounding the city. Great Sage: Removal of a multi-layer barrier is difficult, Great Sage: but the great magic, Anti-Magic Area, can be undone. Great Sage: Undo this magic? Rimuru: No, not yet. Rimuru: I wanted to get rid of the multi-layer barrier that's weakening everyone, Rimuru: but I guess it won't go down that easily. Rimuru: I can't stay here like this forever. Rimuru: In time, the bodies will decay, return to magicules, Rimuru: and finally disappear. Rimuru: You can, at least, sleep peacefully within me... Eren: Rimuru! Rimuru: Thanks for coming. Rimuru: Give me a moment. Rimuru: I need to lay them all to rest. Eren: L-Listen... Eren: The odds are pretty low... in fact, they might be basically zero... Eren: But there is a fairy tale about bringing the d*ad back to life! Rimuru: A fairy tale? Rimuru: What's that supposed to mean? Rimuru: Why are you telling me this? Rimuru: Stop it. Rimuru: You'll get my hopes up. Rimuru: Are you saying there's still something I can do for them? Rimuru: For them? Rimuru: No, that's wrong. Rimuru: I just don't want to lose them. Eren: You might think it's just a fairy tale, Eren: but it's based on facts! Eren: Rimuru? Rimuru: Sorry about that. I was just so happy. Rimuru: Reviving the d*ad, huh? Rimuru: It sounds like a dream. Rimuru: As long as the chance isn't zero, that's enough. Rimuru: Tell me more, Eren. Souei: The Western Holy Church's forces are camped around the city on all sides. Souei: Each camp is protecting what appears to be a magic device. Souei: I believe these devices are the source of the weakening barrier. Rimuru: Can they be disabled? Souei: One of them, perhaps, if we surprise them. Rimuru: Okay. Rimuru: Don't push your luck too far. Rimuru: Continue to keep an eye on things. Souei: Understood. Rimuru: Sorry about that, Eren. Rimuru: Now, tell me this fairy tale about reviving the d*ad. Eren: Sure. Eren: It's okay. Eren: This is a fairy tale handed down in the Sorcerous Dynasty Sarion... Eren: The story of a girl and a dragon. Eren: The girl was the daughter of a human and a dragon, Eren: and she was raised as the Dragon Princess. Eren: One day, her father, a dragon, Eren: made a double of himself in the form of a baby dragon Eren: and gave it to her as a companion. Eren: But then... Eren: In an effort to take control over the Dragon Princess, Eren: the king k*lled the baby dragon. Eren: The girl went mad with pain, grief, and rage. Eren: With the power she had inherited from her father, Eren: she destroyed the king along with his entire nation, Eren: including tens of thousands of people. Eren: Then the girl transformed into a Demon Lord, Eren: and when she did, the baby dragon miraculously came back to life. Eren: But since it had lost its soul when it died, Eren: it came back as an evil monster with no will of its own Eren: that destroyed everything in its path: Eren: the Chaos Dragon. Eren: Though it hurt her deeply, Eren: the girl sealed away her once-beloved companion. Eren: This was the first thing she accomplished upon becoming a Demon Lord. Eren: That's the end of the story. Rimuru: She destroyed an entire nation to become a Demon Lord... Rimuru: And when she did, the dragon she was bonded with came back to life. Rimuru: It's true that monsters evolve for unknown reasons. Rimuru: All I did was name them, and they went crazy. Rimuru: But there's no point if they come back without a will of their own... Eren: This city is surrounded by a barrier right now, isn't it? Rimuru: So if the souls of the d*ad are being held here by that barrier... Great Sage: Notice. Great Sage: Normally, the souls of the deceased scatter and then disappear, Great Sage: but it is possible that the double-layer barrier is preventing this. Text: Souls of the deceased remain Great Sage: The probability that they remain is .%. Text: Probability Rimuru: The same as pi... Rimuru: No, that's not right. It's the opposite. Rimuru: The probability that I could revive them is a whole %. Rimuru: If I can just become a Demon Lord... Rimuru: Eren, thanks for telling me this. Eren: It's okay. Rimuru: But are you sure that was wise? Rimuru: You basically told me to become a Demon Lord. Rimuru: And, well... Eren: Yeah. Eren: To tell you the truth, my real name is Eryune Grimwald. Eren: My blood connects me to the royal family of the Sorcerous Dynasty Sarion. Rimuru: You're... a princess? Kaval: We left our country with Princess Eren as her guards. Rimuru: You did? Gido: Sorry we didn't tell you. Eren: I always wanted the freedom of adventuring, Eren: so I left my home country. Eren: But the truth is, only a few people in Sarion know that fairy tale. Eren: If you become a Demon Lord, Eren: they might realize that I had something to do with it. Eren: But that's fine. I want to save the people of this city, too. Eren: And I just can't condone what Falmuth and the Western Holy Church are doing! Kaval: If that's how you feel, Princess, Kaval: we have no objections as your guards. Gido: Of course. Rimuru: You have such good friends. I envy you. Eren: Yes! Eren: If there's anything we can do, just let us know! Kaval: You're always doing so much for us. Gido: It'll be our turn to do all we can for you! Rimuru: Thanks. Rimuru: To stop the souls of Shion and the others from dispersing, Rimuru: I erected a third barrier. Rimuru: Just to be on the safe side. Rimuru: A Demon Lord... Great Sage: Notice. Great Sage: The individual named Rimuru Tempest has already acquired the Demon Lord seed. Rimuru: I've acquired... the seed? What does that mean? Great Sage: Answer. Great Sage: Existence of the Demon Lord seed is an indicator Great Sage: of whether one has the magicule volume, skills, Great Sage: and other requirements to awaken as a True Demon Lord. Great Sage: You acquired the seed when you Predated the Orc Disaster. Great Sage: If you meet the conditions, you can potentially evolve into a True Demon Lord. Rimuru: Really?! Rimuru: And what are the conditions? Great Sage: The fairy tale suggests that Great Sage: nourishment is needed to make the seed sprout. Text: To Sprout Seed Text: Nourishment Great Sage: That nourishment comes from the souls of humans. Great Sage: The minimum requirement is ten thousand. Text: Minimum Ten Thousand Rimuru: I see... Souei: Great Rimuru. Rimuru: What is it? Souei: I have a report from one of our men some distance from here. Souei: The combined forces of Falmuth Souei: and the Western Holy Church are marching in this direction. Souei: They number about twenty thousand. Rimuru: That's perfect. Souei: It's... perfect? Rimuru: Never mind, it's nothing important. Rimuru: Thanks for the report. Souei: Not at all. Until next time. Rimuru: In that case... Rimuru: Myulan. Rimuru: I've decided what to do with you. Rimuru: You need to die. Youm: Master! Youm: Wait a second! Myulan really didn't— Youm: Grucius! Grucius: What's the holdup, Youm?! Grucius: Take Myulan and get out of here! Youm: Myulan, we have to hur— Myulan: I loved you, Youm. Myulan: You were the first man I ever fell in love with. Myulan: Try not to be deceived by any more evil women, okay? Myulan: Goodbye. Youm: Myulan! Youm: Myulan! Youm: Master, please! Don't do this! Youm: I'll take her punishment with her! I'll do whatever you want! Rimuru: I admire your resolve. Youm: I'll spend my life atoning! Please! Youm: No... Youm: Myulan! Rimuru: Great. Looks like it worked. Myulan: Huh? Why am I alive? Rimuru: You were d*ad for about three seconds. Rimuru: I did say you needed to die, but I never intended to k*ll you. Great Sage: Notice. Text: Notice Great Sage: The individual Myulan's artificial heart is operating normally. Text: Normal Rimuru: All right! Rimuru: I realized when I put up the third barrier earlier Rimuru: that this temporary heart Clayman put in Myulan Rimuru: was being used as a bug. Myulan: A bug? Rimuru: It was emitting encrypted electrical signals Rimuru: and delivering them to Clayman. Rimuru: I had to make him think you were d*ad to trick him. Rimuru: Sorry for scaring you like that. Myulan: It's all right... Myulan: Um, then... this pulse I feel... Rimuru: It's an artificial heart I made based on this temporary one. Rimuru: It won't work as a bug, of course. Rimuru: You're free now. Rimuru: Clayman can't do anything to you. Youm: That's awesome, Myulan! Youm: There's nothing tying you down anymore! Myulan: Yes... Myulan: Rimuru... no, Great Rimuru... Myulan: There aren't enough words to express my gratitude. Myulan: If you desire my allegiance, I freely give it to you. Rimuru: Nah, no need for that. Rimuru: I just want your help with something. Myulan: What is it? Rimuru: In the same way you just came back from the d*ad, Rimuru: there's a chance I can bring Shion and the others back. Myulan: You can... do that? Rimuru: I'm just saying it's possible. Rimuru: I'm going to do everything I can to increase my chances. Rimuru: Will you help me? Myulan: Very well. I will help in any way I can. Rimuru: Thank you. Rimuru: So what are you going to do after that's done? Myulan: I... finally just gained my freedom... Myulan: but if it's only for the short lifespan of a human, Myulan: I don't think I'd mind being tied down. Youm: Huh? You mean... Grucius: Huh?! Grucius: I don't need you comforting me! Grucius: Besides, Youm's a human. Grucius: He'll only live a hundred years or so. Grucius: After that, it'll be my turn. Youm: What the hell?! Youm: That's what you've been thinking, you scumbag wolf?! Grucius: What'd you just say, you scumbag human?! Rimuru: By the way, Youm, I have a favor to ask of you, too. Youm: Sure! Anything for you, man! Rimuru: I want you to become the new king of Falmuth. Youm: All right! Leave it to me! Youm: Wait... what? Youm: The king? Rimuru: What I'm saying is, I'm going to wipe out the entire force that's headed here from Falmuth, Rimuru: including their king and his top officers. Rimuru: Won't that make things tough for the citizens of the kingdom? Rimuru: That's where you come in. Rimuru: You'll rule the Kingdom of Falmuth as its new king Rimuru: and establish diplomatic relations with us. Youm: You make it sound so simple... Youm: You want me to be a king? Rimuru: Why not? Rimuru: I'm gonna be a Demon King myself. You can join me. Myulan: Great Rimuru wouldn't ask this of anyone but you. Myulan: You have my support, as well. Myulan: Why not live the most life you can? Grucius: I'll stick with you. I wanna be there waiting when you croak. Youm: Excuse me?! Youm: Okay, I'll do it. You can count on me. Rimuru: All right! Rimuru: Sorry for the wait, everyone. Rimuru: We're going to begin our meeting now. Rimuru: The topics are how we'll deal with humans from now on... Rimuru: and the resurrection of Shion and the others. Great Sage: Next time, "Putting Everything on the Line." Next Title: Putting Everything on the Line

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Renge: New Year's is great! Renge: The kadomatsu looks so cool! Text: Miyauchi Text: Happy New Year I look forward to spendinganother year together January Hotaru Text: Happy New Year Koshigaya Komari Text: Happy New YearNatsumi Text: New Year's GreetingsI appreciate everything you have done for me in the past year.I pray for our continued friendship in the coming year.Koshigaya Title: Nonstop Title: Episode Title: It Got Cold and Then Hot Hikage: Nee-chan! Renge: I brought New Year's cards for all of you. Hikage: Seriously! I need my New Year's money! Please! Kazuho: Hey... Hikage: I spent the whole year counting on getting New Year's money from you, Hikage: and I really need it now! Hikage: I won't get through the winter without it! Kazuho: Come on, Renge's watching you. Stop acting like this. Hikage: Renge! Help me beg for New Year's money! Renge: Sigh... Hikage: Why do you look creeped out?! It's New Year's money! Text: NewYear'sAllowance Hikage: Yeah! Hikage: Thanks, Nee-chan! Renge: Thanks, Nee-nee. Hikage: Now I can buy a crêpe on my way home from school. Renge: I'm gonna buy some candy from the candy store! Hikage: The candy store, huh? Hikage: Candy Store! Hikage: Gimme— Renge: Know what? I got my New Year's money, so I'm here to buy some candy. Kaede: Yeah? Good for you. Hikage: Hey! I didn't even finish asking you for New Year's money! Kaede: I thought you were gonna say, "Gimme a faceful of your counter." Hikage: Then I'll try again! Gimme New Year's money! Kaede: Look, I'm not well off enough to throw around money like that. Renge: Hika-nee, you shouldn't be too demanding. Renge: Candy Store has it rough just running the store. Renge: And I want these, please. Kaede: You don't want New Year's money, Renge? Renge: I got mine from Nee-nee, so I'm good. Text: New Year's Allowance Text: ToRenge Kaede: I see... Text: ToRenge Renge: I got my candy, so I'll go home now. Hikage: Huh? Renge: Bye, Candy Store. I'll be back soon. Kaede: A-All right. Renge: I'm gonna eat my candy at home. Hikage: Yeah, sure. Kaede: Hey, Renge! Kaede: I do have New Year's money for you, actually... Hikage: Uh, then... I'd like mine, too, please. Hikage: I got money from Candy Store, too! Sweet! Renge: Hika-nee, you shouldn't be too greedy. Hikage: Well, I won't demand it so obviously at the next stop. Hikage: Greetings, Aunt Yukiko! Happy New Year! Yukiko: Um, Happy New Year. Yukiko: You're awfully full of vigor today. Hikage: Not at all! This is how I always am! Yukiko: Oh... I get it. Yukiko: You want New Year's money. Konomi: There. Hikage: Heya, people. HNY. Komari: Oh, Hika-nee. Happy New Year. Konomi: Long time no see, Hikage-chan. Hikage: 'Sup? Komari: Hey! You already got New Year's money! Hikage: Aunt Yukiko gave it to me. Renge: Hika-nee's been real greedy today. Renge: She didn't just beg Aunt Yukiko. Renge: She begged Nee-nee and Candy Store, too. Renge: Konomi-nee, help me set her straight! Konomi: Well, it's normal for adults to give kids New Year's money, Konomi: and it would be rude to give it back once she's received it. Hikage: That's right. I guess Renge wouldn't understand that yet. Konomi: Still, Kaede-chan's old enough to give out New Year's money now, huh? Konomi: Maybe I should start giving some, too... Hikage: Oh?! Hikage: If you have some to give, I'll happily accept it! Konomi: I don't have an envelope for it, Konomi: but here, Hikage-chan. Hikage: Wow! You're serious? Hikage: Sweet! I got more New Year's money than I thought! Hikage: Now I can live like the Tokyo bourgeoisie! Konomi: Aw, man. I gave someone New Year's money. Hikage: I'm not giving it back now, even if you ask! Konomi: Oh, sure, that's fine. I just meant... Konomi: I'm just a high school third-year, not a grown-up, Konomi: and I gave you, a first-year, New Year's money. Hikage: Huh? Konomi: Which means, as a first-year, you should give the middle school kids New Year's money. Hikage: Actually, I'll just give this back to you. Konomi: What? You're returning a gift I gave to you? Konomi: Didn't I just say that would be rude? Konomi: Go on. You need to give the others some New Year's money. Natsumi: Yay! Komari: Thanks for the money! Hikage: My Tokyo bourgeoisie lifestyle! Konomi: Was that good, Renge-chan? Renge: I knew I could count on you, Konomi-nee! AllForToday,Text: Non Non Biyori Renge: Hika-nee! Let's go play outside! Hikage: Huh? Are you crazy? It's cold outside. Renge: What are you talking about? Renge: Kids are outdoor creatures. Cold doesn't bother us. Hikage: Yeah, but I'm not a kid, and I don't recall being born outdoors... Natsumi: What the heck? You're shorter than me, though. Hikage: And I'm not gonna let you bait me like that. Renge: You're almost never home! Renge: Stop complaining and play with us! Natsumi: Play with us! Hikage: Ow! Ow! Hikage: Okay, fine! Stop pulling on me! Hikage: You guys are hopeless. Hikage: At least it's daytime, so it might still be kinda warm... Hikage: It's snowing like crazy! Natsumi: C'mon, Hika-nee. You're way too excited over a little snow. Hikage: I'm not excited! I'm the exact opposite! That's why I shouted! Hikage: It's so cold... I can't play outside in a blizzard like this. Hikage: I'm going in. Renge: Wait, Hika-nee! Hikage: Huh? What now? Renge: I think if we move around a lot, we'll warm right up! Renge: Move around with us, Hika-nee! Natsumi: Oh, good idea. What should we do, Ren-chon? Renge: Let's see... Hikage: Could you not just assume I'm in on this? Renge: I know! We'll play Daruma-san Fell Down! Natsumi: Okay, Hika-nee, you're up. Hikage: Huh? Hikage: I'm up for what? Hikage: Daruma-san... fell down! Hikage: Daruma-san... Hikage: Hey! I'm not even moving at all! Hikage: We're supposed to be moving around to warm up, Hikage: but I don't even get to move a— Hikage: Okay! You guys can move now! Hikage: That's game, set, and match on this plan! Natsumi: Aw, but I was starting to feel pretty warm. Hikage: Well, of course! You guys get to move! Natsumi: We weren't moving that much. Natsumi: Did you even look at us? Hikage: No! If I was, that would be game, set, and match! Renge: I just realized something. Hikage: Oh, did you now, Renge-dono? Renge: I think giving Hika-nee a chance to make comebacks will warm her up faster than moving! Hikage: Huh? Renge: Look, you're short of breath already. Renge: That proves your body's warmer. Natsumi: I get it! Natsumi: So if we looked at her using thermography, she'd be in the light blue range! Hikage: I was all blue to begin with! Natsumi: Wow, looking good! Natsumi: The light blue is turning to emerald green! Hikage: At least give me a nice, healthy yellow! Renge: Dark blue. Hikage: Don't lower it even more! Hikage: Also, what's with your fingers? Is that supposed to be a thermo reader? Natsumi: I'm sorry, ma'am. We're all out of salmon. Hikage: You're a fishmonger now? Hikage: I can't even come up with comebacks anymore. Renge: Translucent. Hikage: Now I'm losing all color?! Hikage: The thermo's only picking up half of it! Natsumi: I see. Translucent. Hikage: Wait, what? What are you doing? Natsumi: Filling out your record. Your patient record. Natsumi: You seem to have an illness that makes you turn translucent, Natsumi: so you should come to our hospital. Hikage: I'm not translucent, okay?! Hikage: Also, weren't you just a fishmonger?! Natsumi: Now, don't worry about a thing. Natsumi: We specialize in translucence. Natsumi: We have an attached convenience store, you see. Hikage: Don't describe it like a hospital attached to a university! Renge: Rattle, rattle. Natsumi: Oh, Director! Hikage: Wait, what? This is still going? Renge: Scalpel! Hikage: Already?! You guys move fast! Hikage: No operation ever starts that smoothly! Hikage: There are steps leading up to it! Renge: That's true, I guess. Renge: Okay, I'll take your temperature. Renge: This is a thermometer. Hikage: Yeah, yeah. Renge: Beep, beep! Your temperature is recorded. Hikage: You're still moving too fast. All I did was take it from you. Natsumi: What is the patient's temperature, Director? Renge: This is... Renge: too far away! Hikage: Far away?! Hikage: What does that even mean?! Hikage: That's not something you say after taking a temperature! Natsumi: How far away is it, Director? Renge: About as far as the Pacific. Hikage: That's not even that far, is it? Natsumi: I see. So about the same as a house on a fifty-year loan. Hikage: Whoa, that repayment date is far off, all right... Natsumi: Hmm... Your temperature's far away, and you're colorless and see-through... Natsumi: Hika-nee, you'll have to be admitted. Hikage: Not colorless and transparent! I'm translucent! Hikage: Wait, no! I'm not translucent, either! Natsumi: Okay, Hika-nee, your room is right here. Hikage: You're just being random... Natsumi: This is a shared room, by the way. Natsumi: From the left, the other patients are... Natsumi: Horse Mackerel, Mackerel, Amberjack, and Young Amberjack. Hikage: Those are fish! Hikage: All the patients in this room are fish! Hikage: You said this was a hospital room, but is it actually a fish store? Hikage: What you said earlier made it sound that way, too. Natsumi: I'm not sure what you're talking about, ma'am... Natsumi: So, Hika-nee, is the bed comfortable? Hikage: Oh, I'm already in the bed? Hikage: Uh, well, yeah... I guess it's comfortable. Natsumi: Isn't it, though? Natsumi: We keep the temperature just perfect. Natsumi: We use the best filters and high-quality seawater, too. Hikage: It's a fish t*nk now?! Renge: Rattle, rattle. Natsumi: Oh, Director! Renge: Time to operate! Hikage: What? Wait, this is my hospital room... Renge: Slice! Natsumi: Fantastic filleting of that amberjack, Boss! Hikage: Hey! Hikage: This really is a fish store! Hikage: And those fish aren't patients! They're goods on display! Natsumi: H-How can you say that?! Natsumi: Calling our patients "goods" is making a mockery of us! Natsumi: Never say that again! Hikage: What, so you just filleted a patient? Are you nuts?! Hikage: And Hika-nee, how long are you gonna stay in that t*nk?! Hikage: Get out of there already! Hikage: You put me in here! Hikage: Ugh! You can't even decide whether this is a hospital or a fish store! Hikage: Make up your mind! Natsumi: Hospital? Fish store? Natsumi: This is just a convenience store, ma'am. Hikage: What kind of convenience store is this?! I'm done here! Natsumi: Thank you. Renge: We appreciate your patronage. Kazuho: What are those three doing out there in this blizzard? Text: Nonstop Text: Miyauchi Kazuho: Oh, good timing. Kazuho: You've got a phone call. Renge: Hello? Honoka: Renge-chan! Good to see you again! Renge: Honoka-chin! Renge: When did you come back? Honoka: Yesterday. I'm visiting my grandma for New Year's. Renge: Oh, then let's go somewhere to play! Renge: I'll show you lots more places you didn't see last time! Honoka: Really? Okay, let's go! Renge: Your hair accessories are cute. Honoka: Yeah! They're my favorite! Kaede: Oh, hey, Renge. Kaede: Who's that behind you? Honoka: Nice to meet you. Renge: This is Honoka-chin. Renge: She's visiting her grandma over winter break. Honoka: Look at all the different snacks! Renge: I always buy my snacks here. Renge: By the way, when are you going back home? Honoka: The day after tomorrow. Renge: I see. Renge: You're not staying very long, huh? Honoka: I told them I wanted to stay longer, Honoka: but they said it can't be very long, since it's winter break. Renge: Oh, those are really good. Honoka: What? Which ones? Renge: They're kinda like sweet yogurt. Honoka: These? Okay, I'll buy some! Honoka: I'd like these, please. Kaede: Thanks. Honoka: It is good! Renge: Right? Honoka: Where are we going next? Renge: Well... Kaede: Careful getting home. There's a lot of snow. Renge: 'Kay! Honoka: Well, Renge-chan, I'll see you tomorrow. Renge: See you tomorrow. Renge: I'm going out to play! Kazuho: Oh, have a good time. Renge: I'll be back later! Honoka: Thanks for walking me home. Renge: You're welcome. Renge: Honoka-chin, you're leaving tomorrow, right? Honoka: Oh... Yeah. Text: Ishikawa Renge: I-It's late! I gotta go home now! Honoka: Renge-chan! Kazuho: Oh, morning, Ren-chon. Kazuho: Want some osechi? Kaede: Hey, Renge. Renge: Candy Store, you're here? Kaede: Yeah. I brought a lucky bag for you. Hikage: How is that a lucky bag? It's just stuff you couldn't sell. Kaede: Well, don't eat any, then. Hikage: I mean, I never said I didn't want any, so I'll have some... Renge: Candy Store, can I give this to someone else? Kaede: I already gave it to you. You can do what you want with it. Mom: Honoka, we're going now. Honoka: O-Okay... Renge: Honoka-chin! Honoka: Renge-chan! Honoka: You came to see me! Renge: I came to give you this! Honoka: Wow, candy! Honoka: I can really have all this? Renge: Yeah. It's yours. Honoka: Then... Honoka: I'll give you this. Renge: Wha... But those are important to you. Renge: I can't take it. Honoka: No, I want you to have it. Honoka: Now we match! Renge: Yeah, we match. Mom: Honoka, we need to go. Honoka: Oh... Okay. Renge: Honoka-chin! Bye-bye! Honoka: Yeah! Bye-bye, Renge-chan! Honoka: I'll be back! Renge: I got to say goodbye this time. Text: Non Non Biyori Text: That's all for today Kazuho: To think that Kaede would... Kazuho: You agree, don't you, Hikage? Natsumi: Oh, Nii-chan's studying for entrance exams. Kaede: Here, Renge. I brought you another cookie. Renge: I'm gonna be even more of an onee-san. Title: Next TimeEpisode Title: I Got Drunk and Remembered Text: Photo: Oono Text: Please Watch Again

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Soldier: I heard some of those monsters are real babes. Soldier: Yep. First come, first served! Soldier: Women are great, but I heard the treasure's not too shabby, either. Soldier: What?! Soldier: Really? Soldier: Can't wait. Soldier: You said it. Folgen: You men. Folgen: There's nothing wrong with raising morale, Folgen: but you should rest now, while you can. Folgen: Once the meal is done, we resume our march. Soldier: Yeah, yeah. Rimuru: These are the ones who k*lled Shion and the rest... Rimuru: Looks like there's no need to grant them forgiveness. Rimuru: You're all going to be food for me. Rimuru: Well... Rimuru: Let's get started. Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Episode : Megiddo Knight: Hey, look! Knight: Knights! Prepare for combat! Knight: Halt! Come any closer, and we will show no mercy! Benimaru: I'm the one who'll be showing no mercy. Benimaru: Sorry, but I'm going to take out my rage on all of you. Knight: N-No one told me there'd be a beast like this... Benimaru: Mission complete. Benimaru: Now, there's no one left pitifully struggling, is there? Gabiru: Dragonewt warriors! Follow my lead! Knight: Enemy att*ck! Knight: A-Assume positions! Knight: Anti-aerial defense formation! Knight: D-Dragonewts?! And this many of them?! Gabiru: My name is Gabiru! Gabiru: No need to make my acquaintance! Gabiru: Take this along with you to the underworld! Soka: I am sorry, Master Souei. Soka: These foes were not as formidable as we expected. Souei: So it seems. Souei: So Great Rimuru was right that the Otherworlders were to the west. Shogo: Hey! Hasn't anyone tried to flee from that city yet? Knight: We have seen no sign of the enemy again today. Shogo: Damn it! Kyoya: There's no need to be in such a rush. Kyoya: We've had no contact from the other camps. Kyoya: If the monsters want to run, this road is the only way. Shogo: Well, I hope you're right. Shogo: This fist is just itching to cause some mayhem. Kyoya: Yeah, I know how you feel. Kyoya: The sensation when you fight someone who's confident in their skills, Kyoya: and you slice right through that confidence... Kyoya: It was incredible. Knight: Enemy att*ck from the front! Knight: They number... Knight: Uh... F-Four? Shogo: Really? That's it? Kyoya: Oh, that old geezer's still alive, huh? Gobta: Okay, let's give 'em a show! Rigur: Right! Don't fall behind! Gobta: Yes! Knight: Enemies of God! They use unholy arts— Geld: Earthquake Stomp! Shogo: Nice! They're not half bad! Shogo: Now I'm interested. Shogo: I'll take these guys on. Knight: Master Shogo... Knight: Please do! Gobta: There he is... Gobta: The guy who k*lled Gobzo and the others. Gobta: But... Gobta: I'm not the one you'll be fighting. Geld: You can rest at ease. Geld: I will crush this man flat. Gobta: I'm counting on you, Geld. Gobta: Despite how he looked, Gobzo was a good guy. Kyoya: You actually managed to not die. Kyoya: You should've just turned tail and run away. Hakurou: Despite appearances, I am quite a sore loser. Hakurou: Besides... Hakurou: It displeases me to see a mere boy acting so boastful. Kyoya: Oh? You're not referring to me, are you? Hakurou: It sounded like it didn't? I apologize for that. Hakurou: I had no idea your personality was as lacking as your brains. Kyoya: So being cut down once wasn't enough to give you a clue? Kyoya: Or... Kyoya: are you just senile? Hakurou: Such a quick temper. Hakurou: But that goes for both of us. Hakurou: I have just about reached the limit of my patience, as well. Kyoya: Don't make me laugh! Kyoya: You couldn't even touch me last time! Kyoya: Drop the tough front, old man! Hakurou: It's not in your sword, but in your power... Hakurou: You possess the spatial attribute. Kyoya: Oh, you can tell? Hakurou: Now that I know your tricks, I can deal with them. Kyoya: Interesting. Kyoya: Then why don't we settle this with our swords, fair and square? Hakurou: Very well. Kyoya: Okay... here I go. Kyoya: Moron! I tricked you again! Kyoya: Huh? Kyoya: You're kidding... Hakurou: You would really use a silly sneak att*ck like that? Hakurou: It seems I overestimated you. Kyoya: O-Old man! What did you just do?! Hakurou: Oh, you couldn't see it? Hakurou: I suppose you are less than second-rate, after all. Kyoya: What did you say? Hakurou: I said you're less than second-rate. Kyoya: Don't you belittle me, you worthless old geezer! Hakurou: Then allow me to show you the true essence of the sword. Hakurou: Watch closely and take it all in! Kyoya: Shut up! No small fry gets to talk down to me! Kyoya: Nothing you do will help you! Kyoya: My extra skill, All-Seeing Eye, detects all motion around me at times the normal speed! Kyoya: It makes a senile old man like you appear to be standing still! Kyoya: Rest in pieces! Hakurou: No, you can't see nothing yet. Kyoya: Huh? Hakurou: My movements should be catching up to your All-Seeing Eye now. Kyoya: Huh? What are you... Hakurou: Crestwater Slash! Kyoya: My body won't move... Kyoya: No, it can't move! Kyoya: Wha... Kyoya: What... Kyoya: What? My Thought Acceleration isn't wearing off... Hakurou: It's over. Hakurou: Use that extended time your ability gives you Hakurou: to thoroughly reflect upon your evil deeds. Shogo: That was dirty! If you're a man, fight me with your bare hands! Geld: That makes no sense. Geld: We're fighting in a w*r. Geld: There is no "dirty." Making use of all the strengths you have Geld: is the proper courtesy to show your opponent. Shogo: Don't give me that garbage! Shogo: You're in full armor! Do you have no shame at all?! Geld: You are making less and less sense. Shogo: Just kidding. Shogo: Sorry about that. I just hoped you'd ditch that pesky shield, that's all. Shogo: Well, I'm all warmed up now, Shogo: so I guess it's time to get serious! Text: Berserker Unique Skill Shogo: I'm gonna take you on in serious mode now. Shogo: Try to show me a good time, would ya? Geld: Come. Shogo: What's wrong?! Shogo: You can't even make a move! Shogo: What the hell?! Shogo: Damn you! Geld: Your ability to strengthen your body is impressive, Geld: but it appears to be weak against Rot. Shogo: R-Rot?! Damn you! Geld: I will end your suffering. Shogo: W-Wait! Shogo: Wait just a second! Hakurou: You still aren't done here? Geld: I was just about to finish him. Shogo: Damn it! Shogo: What is Kyoya doing?! Hakurou: If you mean your friend, here he is. Shogo: D-Damn it all! Why is this happening to me?! Shogo: I'm gonna get k*lled! Shogo: Kirara! Kirara: What's going on? It's been so noisy out there. Kirara: And I was having a nice dream about the past. Kirara: I was having a tapioca drink in Harajuku and... Shogo: Look, sorry, but... Shogo: I need you to die for me. Kirara: What kind of jo— Kirara: Mom— Hakurou: Truly the work of a savage. Hakurou: Have you fallen so far? Geld: We have no pity for you. Geld: You are not a warrior. Shogo: Shut up! Shogo: I want to live! Shogo: Did you hear that? Words of the World told me Shogo: that in exchange for Kirara's soul, Shogo: I've acquired the Survivor skill. Hakurou: Words of the World? Hakurou: So his goal was to acquire a new power? Geld: Great Rimuru says k*lling one's allies is the worst sin of all. Shogo: Shut up, you maggots! Shogo: Winning is all that matters, right?! Shogo: Behold! Shogo: Berserker is specialized for offense, and Survivor is specialized for defense! Shogo: With Rapid Regeneration and Elemental Resistance, Shogo: I am now invincible! Shogo: You can break my bones or cut off my head, but I'll regenerate instantly! Shogo: How do you like that, you damn monsters?! Shogo: This... This right here is my true power! Hakurou: Shall I assist you? Geld: No need. Shogo: Huh? I'd be glad to take you both on at once. Geld: You seem confident in your hand-to-hand skills. Geld: Then fight me with your bare hands. Shogo: Don't put on a tough act! Shogo: You'll just end up looking for excuses when you lose! Shogo: There you go! Shogo: S-Stop... Geld: I will observe how much you can endure with your power of regeneration. Shogo: Don't... Shogo: Stop! Shogo: S-Stop... Shogo: Please stop! Shogo: I-It was just a joke... Shogo: I didn't mean it... I just got a little cocky... Shogo: Spare me... Hakurou: Geld. Geld: I will finish him now. Geld: I will split your head in one strike. Geld: This will free you from your suffering. Razen: So you were the only one to survive? Razen: I was foolish. I underestimated these monsters' powers. Shogo: Razen-san! Shogo: You came to save me?! Razen: I see. The Orc Lord. Razen: He is unbelievably strong. Razen: No wonder you three couldn't win. Razen: We will withdraw for now. Geld: You will not escape! Hakurou: Stop, Geld! Razen: Very clever! You saw through the trap? Razen: Perhaps it is you I should be more wary of. Hakurou: Sly devil. Hakurou: You have been wary of me from the start. Razen: Not at all, Kijin. Razen: Based on strength alone, it's only natural that I would look to the Orc Lord first. Razen: Now, please excuse me. Razen: So long as we live, we may meet again on the b*ttlefield. Hakurou: That will not happen. Hakurou: Our ruler is making his way toward that very b*ttlefield. Razen: Your ruler? Razen: Was he not defeated by that witch, Hinata Sakaguchi? Razen: He still lives? Hakurou: You people have gone too far. Hakurou: You angered the one person whose rage you should fear the most. Hakurou: You have my sympathy. Hakurou: Your death will not be painless. Razen: Meaningless bluffs! Razen: But I will heed your warning, nonetheless. Razen: Now, farewell! Geld: Was it wise to let that magic user go? Hakurou: Most likely not, Hakurou: but had we fought him, everyone here might have died. Hakurou: He had rigged himself with nuclear strike magic, with his death as the trigger. Geld: What?! Hakurou: Of course, I'm sure that would have been no problem for Great Rimuru. Souei: Great Rimuru, all four magical devices around the city have been destroyed. Rimuru: All right. Rimuru: Head back to town and keep up the watch. Souei: Right. Rimuru: So how does it look, Great Sage? Great Sage: Notice. Great Sage: Magic spell calculation complete. Great Sage: Ready to activate at any time. Rimuru: Everything is ready. Rimuru: You can at least feel honored to have a part in my evolution. Shogo: Th-Thank you for saving me. Razen: Think nothing of it, Shogo. Razen: You are a valuable military asset to the Kingdom of Falmuth. Shogo: Yeah... I'll win next time. Shogo: I will! You'll see! Razen: Indeed. Razen: Now, let me see. Razen: It appears your wounds have already healed. Razen: Thanks to that new skill you acquired, I suppose? Razen: Well done, Shogo. Razen: I will cast a healing spell on you, as well, just in case. Shogo: Okay. Folgen: You k*lled his soul, eh? Folgen: Isn't this a bit ahead of schedule? Razen: It had to be done. Razen: He was no longer of any use. Razen: It is unfortunate, though. Razen: Kyoya's Severer and Kirara's Bewilder Razen: were lost before we could transfer them to you. Folgen: No matter. I'll just look forward to the next opportunity. Folgen: That said, this won't fail, will it? Razen: Fret not. This is not the first time I've done this. Razen: Next to my Reincarnation, Possession is mere child's play. Folgen: S-Sir Razen, is that you? ShogoR: Who else do I look like to you? ShogoR: Do you know how long I have served the Kingdom of Falmuth? ShogoR: With both an indomitable spirit and a strong body, ShogoR: I am now the most powerful majin in Falmuth's history. Folgen: It's a bit odd hearing you say that in Shogo's body... ShogoR: Now, let us report to King Edomalis ShogoR: and introduce him to my new appearance. ShogoR: As I am now, perhaps I could even defeat a Demon Lord. Great Sage: Anti-Magic Area established. Great Sage: The enemy army is now unable to use magic. Rimuru: I won't let a single one escape. Knight: What is that? Knight: Water... drops? Rimuru: Die. Rimuru: May the wrath of the gods pierce you. Rimuru: Megiddo! Great Sage: Notice. Great Sage: , have died. Great Sage: ,. Great Sage: ,. Great Sage: ,. Great Sage: ,. Great Sage: ,. Great Sage: ,. Great Sage: ,. Great Sage: ,. Great Sage: ,. Great Sage: Next time, "Birth of a Demon Lord." Next Title: Birth of a Demon Lord

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Text: Holy Empire of Lubelius "Inner Sanctum" Laplace: Ow, ow, ow... Laplace: The heck's your problem?! Laplace: This place is supposed to be sacred. Laplace: So why's there a vampire here?! Roy: Hold your tongue, vermin! You taint the holy throne of God! Roy: Any who disgrace the one and only god, Luminus, will not be tolerated! Laplace: Yikes! Roy: Begone! Laplace: This ain't good... Show_Title,Title: That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Title: Episode : A Meeting of Humans and Monsters Yuuki: Well, Laplace, it sounds like you've been through a lot. Yuuki: So did you find out what the Western Holy Church really is? Laplace: Well, actually... Laplace: Security was so tight, I couldn't get anywhere! Yuuki: Hmm... And? Surely you found a hint, at least? Laplace: Man, since I went through hell to get this info, I was gonna sell it high... Yuuki: But I know you're a liar. Laplace: Yer so mean. Laplace: I really feel bad for the slime who's got no idea he's wrapped up in your scheme. Laplace: After all... Laplace: You are the weirdo with the twisted ambition hidin' behind the face of the Grandmaster, Laplace: Yuuki Kagurazaka. Yuuki: I'm honored by your praise, Yuuki: but you can't back out of the job. Laplace: Man, you're indomitable. Yuuki: Now, don't say that. Yuuki: I've already prepared the reward I promised you. Laplace: What?! Then... Yuuki: Yes. The soul of your alliance's president, which was inside me, Yuuki: was safely transferred to a homunculus. Laplace: The president... is finally comin' back! Laplace: Where is he?! Lemme see 'im! Yuuki: Relax. He's been right there this whole time. Laplace: What?! Laplace: Huh? This... lovely lady? Laplace: What the heck's with that look? Did yer tastes change? Kazaream: Quiet, Laplace. Kazaream: You dare take that attitude with me, the Demon Lord Kazaream, Kazaream: Kagali(Formerly Demon Lord Kazaream) Text: when you haven't seen me in years? Laplace: Welcome back, President Kazaream. Laplace: The Moderate Harlequin Alliance has been waitin' for ya. Laplace: Myself, Footman, Tear... Laplace: and Clayman, too. Yuuki: Sorry to put a damper on your touching reunion, Yuuki: but the Demon Lord Kazaream isn't fully revived yet. Kazaream: True. Kazaream: In all honesty, my power is nowhere near the power I had in my prime. Kazaream: Leon Cromwell... Curse that bastard! Yuuki: I wish you wouldn't complain about your new body. Yuuki: It was pretty expensive, you know. Kazaream: I know that, boss. Kazaream: It was custom-made in Thalion, right? Kazaream: It's weak, and it's not my preferred look, Kazaream: but it's far better than not having a material body I can move on my own. Kazaream: Hey! Kazaream: Are you ever going to stop laughing, Laplace?! Yuuki: Anyway, do you mind if we get to the point now? Yuuki: You got something on the Western Holy Church, right? Laplace: Okay. If the president calls you "boss," you're my boss, too. Laplace: I'll tell ya what I know without askin' for any deals. Laplace: There was nothin' in the Western Holy Church that seemed dodgy. Laplace: I mean, believers go there to worship. Laplace: They ain't gonna put anything scary in plain sight. Laplace: So I decided to head to the top of the sacred mountain. Laplace: Thought I might find somethin' in the inner sanctum Laplace: that only their cloistered emperor can enter. Laplace: And then... this important-lookin' vampire dude sh*t a red beam at me Laplace: and roughed me up good. Yuuki: Wait, how are you still alive? Kazaream: You said he sh*t a red beam at you? Laplace: Yep. Kazaream: That's called Blood Ray. It turns blood into magic particles, Kazaream: which are fired as a beam. Kazaream: It's the signature att*ck of the Demon Lord Valentine, also known as the Blood Tyrant. Laplace: A Demon Lord?! You serious?! Kazaream: Fleeing was the right choice, Laplace. Kazaream: That man was an even match for me in my prime. Laplace: Damn! Kazaream: Every time I fought him in the past, Kazaream: the damage to the surroundings was immense. Kazaream: So we had a discussion, which led to the custom of the majority vote. Yuuki: Are you talking about Walpurgis? Kazaream: Yes. The requirement of three votes to move forward on a proposal Kazaream: is a remnant of the time when there were seven Demon Lords. Yuuki: So if we know that guy was the Demon Lord Valentine, Yuuki: I wonder what he was doing there. Yuuki: The most likely explanation Yuuki: is that the cloistered emperor was actually a Demon Lord. Kazaream: Valentine sees humans and demihumans as no more than food. Kazaream: If such a man is claiming to be the guardian of humanity... Kazaream: There must be something to it. Yuuki: Regardless, this is useful information. Yuuki: Well done, Laplace. Yuuki: I'd like to investigate the Western Holy Church further, Yuuki: but if the Demon Lord Valentine is there, I guess we can't be careless. Laplace: Well, if ya just wanna lure out a Demon Lord, that should be doable, right? Laplace: Clayman, Demon Lord Milim, and Demon Lord Frey. Laplace: There's a lot an alliance of three Demon Lords can do, right? Laplace: So let 'em have Walpurgis. Laplace: That's quite clever, for you. Laplace: Ain't it? Laplace: Now, what's that squishy one gonna do? Shuna: Next is our new second secretary, Diablo. Diablo: A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Shuna: And the caretaker of the Forest of Jura... Treyni: I am the Dryad Treyni. Shuna: This concludes the introductions of our members from Tempest. Shuna: I will now introduce our guests. Shuna: From the Armed Nation of Dwargon, King Gazel Dwargo. Shuna: From the Sorcerous Dynasty of Thalion, Archduke Elalude. Elalude: It's a pleasure. Shuna: From the Animal Kingdom of Eurazania's Warrior Brigade, Shuna: the Three Beastketeers, Lady Albis, Lady Suphia, and Sir Phobio. Shuna: From the Kingdom of Blumund, Guildmaster Fuze. Fuze: Uh... Yes. Shuna: And representing the future Kingdom of Falmuth, Shuna: Sir Grucius, Lady Mjurran, and Sir Youm. Youm: Nice to meet you. Rimuru: Wow, pretty prominent bunch of people we've got here... Rimuru: Shuna, what's Veldora doing? Shuna: Yes, he has changed clothes and should arrive shortly. Veldora: Sorry to keep you all waiting! Shuna: Oh, that looks wonderful on you! Shuna: And it appears to be the perfect size! Veldora: Right? It is truly a nice outfit! Veldora: You have my compliments! Shuna: Thank you! Gazel: Rimuru, is this another of your subordinates? Gazel: I haven't seen him before. Rimuru: Yeah. Let me introduce you all to my sworn friend. Rimuru: This is Veldora-kun. Gazel: Veldora? Elalude: Veldora? Fuze: Vel...dora? Veldora: I am the Storm Dragon, Veldora Tempest! Veldora: Very few people have had a chance to speak with me. Veldora: You are all extremely fortunate! Veldora: Consider this a great honor! Eren: Uh-oh. He passed out. Youm: I don't blame him. Veldora: Huh, was he overcome with emotion? Rimuru: That's not it! Rimuru: Hey, Veldora, we're about to have a serious discussion here. Rimuru: Don't get in the way, okay? Rimuru: During the meeting, I'd like you to act as an advisor, Rimuru: and please, behave yourself. Rimuru: You can even go take a walk if you want. Veldora: That's cold, BFF! Bestie! Veldora: Don't try to leave me out like that! Gazel: Rimuru! Gazel: I need to talk to you. Rimuru: Uh... So do I. Rimuru: And so our very important meeting to determine the future of Tempest... Rimuru: was called off before it even began. Shuna: If you'll excuse me, then. Gazel: What's the meaning of this?! The Storm Dragon Veldora has returned?! Rimuru: Um, to put it really simply... Elalude: Before you do that, let me say one thing. Rimuru: S-Sure... Elalude: The emperor of the Sorcerous Dynasty of Thalion has entrusted me with full authority. Elalude: What I say dictates Thalion's position. Elalude: Now, with that in mind... Elalude: Let's hear your explanation. Rimuru: Okay, okay. Rimuru: I promise I'll tell the truth. Rimuru: I told them the whole story. Rimuru: That I reincarnated into this world as a slime, Rimuru: that I met Veldora in the Sealed Cave, Rimuru: and that I became a Demon Lord for certain reasons, Rimuru: revived my friends who had been k*lled, Rimuru: and released Veldora's seal. Rimuru: And that brings us to today. Rimuru: Uh, hey... Gazel: I never imagined this. Gazel: It was problematic enough that you became a Demon Lord, Gazel: but you had an even bigger problem waiting for us... Rimuru: Please! No need for such praise! Elalude: Mister Rimuru, is he really the Storm Dragon Veldora? Rimuru: Is he? I wonder! Elalude: No, I know he is. Elalude: No human or monster is foolish enough to use Elalude: the name of the Evil Dragon in jest. Rimuru: Good point. Gazel: Still... Elalude: What to do? Gazel: Do we make this news public or conceal it? Elalude: Either way, the Western Nations shouldn't pose a problem. Elalude: As for the Sorcerous Dynasty of Thalion, I need only report to the emperor. Elalude: The only problem is... Gazel: The Western Holy Church. Gazel: We cannot keep this a secret from them. Gazel: Of all the Dragons, they regard the Storm Dragon with particular hostility. Elalude: They've probably already discovered that the Evil Dragon is back. Rimuru: These two seem to get along pretty well. Gazel: Are you listening, Rimuru?! Rimuru: Y-Yes! Elalude: We need you to give serious thought to this matter! Rimuru: Sorry. Rimuru: Well, I was planning to spread the word about Veldora, anyway. Rimuru: And it doesn't seem like there'll be any avoiding the Western Holy Church... Rimuru: So we'll have to do something. Gazel: If that is the decision, I have no complaints. Elalude: A Demon Lord joining forces with the Evil Dragon... Elalude: Could there be a more troubling turn of events? Elalude: It's not a funny joke at all. Elalude: That said, this is fortunate. Rimuru: It is? Elalude: Since I was able to take part in this private meeting, Elalude: I gained the best possible knowledge with which to determine my nation's position. Rimuru: Ah... Elalude: It would be foolish to pick a fight with a nation that's home to both a Demon Lord Elalude: and the Evil Dragon. Gazel: Precisely. Rimuru: I see. Rimuru: So you're saying that even if the Western Holy Church becomes our enemy, Rimuru: you'll take our side. Is that a fair conclusion? Gazel: Rimuru, you should really learn the art of the unspoken message. Rimuru: R-Right... Gazel: I'm saying that I won't expose my country to danger Gazel: when there's no real reason to be hostile. Gazel: We are under no obligation to the Western Holy Church. Gazel: Understand? Rimuru: Yeah. Rimuru: It'll be reassuring to have you on our side. Rimuru: But... Elalude-san... Rimuru: We haven't established diplomatic relations with Thalion. Rimuru: Why are you being so cordial? Elalude: Mister Rimuru, in formal settings, pleaseaddress me with both my name and my title. Elalude: You are the leader of a nation. Elalude: There's no need to humble yourself before another nation's authority. Elalude: Though I don't mind you addressing me as you just did, or with "Mister." Rimuru: Okay. Thanks. Elalude: That aside, allow me to answer your question. Elalude: Since it was my daughter, Ere— Elalude: I mean, Eryune, who told you how to become a Demon Lord, Elalude: I am charged with taking responsibility for that. Rimuru: Now, tell me this fairy tale about reviving the d*ad. Eren: Sure. Elalude: After all, one could say that my daughter created a Demon Lord. Elalude: But only the emperor and I know this. Elalude: This is why I came here personally Elalude: to judge you for myself, with the possibility of dispatching an army in kind Elalude: in case I deemed it necessary. Rimuru: And what judgment have you made? Elalude: As I said earlier, I choose friendship. Gazel: That's the obvious choice, of course. Gazel: My country had every intention of backing Tempest as a friendly nation from the start. Elalude: Of course, this arrangement is not without its problems. Elalude: The army of Falmuth that Mister Rimuru annihilated Elalude: produced far too many casualties. Elalude: A Demon Lord who has k*lled , men... Gazel: Don't worry about that. Gazel: All the bodies have vanished, leaving no proof, Gazel: and there is not a single survivor. Gazel: Which means we can alter the story as we please. Gazel: All we need to do is convince those who hear it. Gazel: Rimuru, a king must have no regrets. Rimuru: Yeah. I only did what I needed to do. Rimuru: I came to terms with my decision long ago. Gazel: Very good, then. Gazel: All right, I will explain. Listen well. Gazel: This is our story. Rimuru: After that, Rimuru: we had a very detailed discussion, Rimuru: then headed back to resume the meeting. Rimuru: You okay? Fuze: You need to tell me important things like that beforehand! Rimuru: Oh, I didn't tell you? Rimuru: Well, it's in the past now. Fuze: Don't just brush it off! Rimuru: Hey, sounds like you're feeling better! Fuze: Honestly... How am I going to report this? Rimuru: All right, we will now resume the meeting! Rimuru: We'll start with an explanation of how we got here. Rimuru: Once again, I explained my reincarnation as a slime, Rimuru: and everything that happened from meeting Veldora up to now. Rimuru: And then... Hinata: You see, your city stands in my way. Hinata: So I'm going to destroy it. Hinata: I have no interest in the words of a monster. Hinata: Put an end to all! Hinata: Disintegration! Fuze: I can't believe it... You fought Hinata Sakaguchi? Rimuru: Yeah. She was incredibly strong. Rimuru: She wouldn't listen to me at all. Rimuru: She was like a cruel, cold-blooded k*ller. Fuze: Hmm... Rimuru: What is it? Fuze: Oh, that just differs a bit from the information we acquired. Rimuru: How so? Fuze: She always lends a hand to those who depend on her. Fuze: She won't waste her time on anyone who ignores her advice, Fuze: but her way of thinking is quite reasonable and rational. Gazel: Hmm... Leave it to Blumund's Guildmaster, a man who excels at intel-gathering. Gazel: I will testify that what you say matches what I have heard. Elalude: It matches the information we have, as well. Elalude: She is a model knight who has never once violated Elalude: the teachings of Lord Luminus. Elalude: In other words, she is a true protector of law and order. Rimuru: If she's that great, why doesn't she try to stop the summoning ritual? Rimuru: Bringing children here from another world against their will Rimuru: is something that should never be tolerated. Fuze: We don't know for certain whether or not she truly overlooked FuZe: summonings performed in other countries, do we? Fuze: The magic used to summon Otherworlders Fuze: is a forbidden ritual that cannot be exposed to the public eye. Fuze: It is designated as a prohibited act by the Council of the West. Fuze: Even if we asked about it, no nation would readily acknowledge it. Rimuru: So if they say it's not being done, that's the end of it. Fuze: Correct. Elalude: It's likely that the reason it was never mentioned to you Elalude: is because the teachings of Lord Luminus forbid making deals with monsters. Rimuru: So I have no chance of negotiating with them, huh? Rimuru: If the Western Holy Church designates us as enemies of God, Rimuru: Hinata will go along with that, right? Fuze: I suppose so. Diablo: Then allow me to go and take care of her. Rimuru: Whoa, whoa. Hinata's a tough opponent. Rimuru: You think you could take her? Shion: That's right, Diablo. Shion: If a weakling like you is thinking of going, Shion: I shall go instead and finish the job. Shion: Great Rimuru, you can leave this to me. Diablo: Now, now, Miss Shion. Diablo: I hesitate to say this after you taught me how to be a secretary, Diablo: but unfortunately, you cannot defeat this Hinata person. Shion: What a funny thing to say. Shion: Are you implying that you are stronger than me? Shion: Then let us find out once and for all who is— Rimuru: No, you will not! Rimuru: Veldora, were you... Veldora: N-N-N-N-No, I wasn't trying to j-j-j-join in or anything! Rimuru: If she's going to come here, there's no need for us to go there. Veldora: Aw... Rimuru: No whining! Rimuru: I don't want to get on the Western Holy Church's bad side. Rimuru: That goes for you guys, too. Both: I am sorry. Rimuru: Now, that concludes the debate on Hinata and the Western Holy Church. Text: Sirius Rimuru: Depending on what they do, we may end up fighting them... Rimuru: But for now, we'll treat them with caution and keep an eye on things! All: Right! All: Very well. Hinata: Playing dumb won't help you. I received an anonymous tip. Rimuru: Anonymous? Hinata: There are eyes all over the Kingdom of Engrassia. Rimuru: Someone sold me out to Hinata. Rimuru: There aren't many people who know I k*lled Shizu-san. Rimuru: The only suspects are... Raphael: Notice. Raphael: The most likely suspect is... Rimuru: That's right, Raphael-san. The same guy I was thinking of. Raphael: So it seems. Rimuru: But if it is him, what's he after? Rimuru: To get Hinata and me to fight and get rid of one of us? Rimuru: To stop me from getting back to my town? Rimuru: To lure out Hinata? Raphael: Or perhaps... all of the above. Rimuru: Seriously? That's getting too greedy. Gazel: Rimuru? Rimuru: Oh, sorry. Rimuru: I was thinking about something. Rimuru: Now, let's get down to business. Rimuru: The time had finally come to bring up the agenda Rimuru: that would determine the fate of Tempest. Rimuru: Ramiris?! Rimuru: What the heck's going on? Ramiris: I heard everything! Ramiris: This country, Tempest... Ramiris: is doomed to fall! Rimuru: Wha... Three: What did you say?! Next Title: Ramiris'sWarning Raphael: "Ramiris's Warning."

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OPENING CREDITS FLYOVER CARDIFF. sh*t pauses and zooms in on an area of the city. CUT TO EXT. STREET - NIGHT Heavy rain pours down, it is dark. Floodlights come on and a body can clearly be seen lying in the street, SOCO (Scene of crime officer) and police officers are milling around the scene. CUT TO : Two police officer’s standing in the rain, a male and a woman. The male is holding a cup of coffee. GWEN : Oh, hot. Gwen takes the coffee. PC : Gwen, there's not enough. You didn't order. Gwen walks away towards another police officer. PC (off camera) : What do I do now ? GWEN (calls back) : Well I've only just arrived so tough. Who is it ? PC ANDY : I dunno, some bloke. You going to stop over on Friday ? GWEN : I dunno, what is it ? Drinks ? PC ANDY : A bit of pizza I think. GWEN : Might do, yeah. Police Officers move SOCO, "SOCO leaving scene" can be heard from the police radio. PC ANDY : Ay ay, what’s happening here then. POLICE OFFICERS : On you go. Come on now. PC ANDY : Move back if you could, thank you. He starts moving people back, moves away from Gwen who is left to watch on her own. GWEN : Hey what's going on ? Gwen speaks in general to anyone then walks up to SOCO. GWEN : Excuse me sir, what is it, what's happening ? SOCO : Buggered if I'd know, it's orders from above. GWEN : But the body is still there though, isn't it though. You can't just leave it. SOCO : Move back they said. Clear the site. Special access they said. GWEN : For who ? SOCO : Torchwood. A black SUV pulls into the site. Four people get out, Jack, Suzie, Owen and Toshiko. They walk past the police and stand by the body, rain still pounding down. GWEN : Who's Torchwood ? SOCO : Special op's or something. He glances at Gwen's coffee. SOCO : That hot ? GWEN : Huh ? Oh yeah, have it. But they're not allowed in there, they could contaminate the evidence and all sorts. I mean how can they... SOCO : Don't ask me. There's no procedure anymore. It's a f*cking disgrace. The SOCO walks away with Gwen's coffee. Gwen stares after him and then looks at the Torchwood team. Jack turns in her direction but does not appear to be looking at her. Gwen tries to see what they are doing. She looks up and sees a multi story car park. INT. FLIGHTS OF CONCRETE STAIRS Gwen runs up the stairs and into the car park a few floors up. She goes to the edge of the car park floor and leans over the balcony, and starts to watch and listen to them. Gwen overlooking body and Torchwood team. EXT. ALLEY NEXT TO THE BODY Torchwood around the m*rder victim. JACK : There you go, I can taste it, oestrogen. Definitely oestrogen. (He looks up slightly, dripping with rain). You take the pill flush it away, it enters the water cycle. Feminises the fish. Suzie pulls a gauntlet from a crate and puts it on. JACK : Goes all the way up into the sky and then falls all the way back down onto me. Contraceptives in the rain. Love this planet. Still least I won't get pregnant. Never doing that again. Jack looks at Suzie. JACK : How's it going ? SUZIE : Nothing yet, its got to connect. I just gotta feel it. OWEN : Then hurry up and feel it. Freezing my arse off here. SUZIE : I can't just flip a switch ! It's more like access, it, it grants me access. OWEN : Whatever that means. SUZIE : It's like, oh, oh, oh, oh. The glove starts to glow, working. JACK : Positions... OWEN : If I get punched again, I'm punching him right back. JACK : Just concentrate. Suzie... Jack nods at her and then Suzie places her hand under the corpse's head. The rain stops around them and the lights get brighter. The corpse breathes out. Gwen looks down, she is shocked. BODY : There was, I was, I was, I was… oh my god what‘s goin' on ? TOSHIKO : Listen to me, we've only got 2 minutes so it's important that you listen, ok... BODY : Who are you ? TOSHIKO : Trust me. You're d*ad. BODY : How am I d*ad ? OWEN : You were s*ab. BODY : I'm not d*ad, I can see you. TOSHIKO : We've brought you back, but we haven't got long. I'm sorry but you've got to concentrate. Who did this to you ? What did you see ? BODY : But why am I d*ad ? TOSHIKO : Who att*cked you ? BODY : I don't want to be d*ad ! SUZIE : 60 seconds. TOSHIKO : You've got to think, just focus on me. What was the last thing you saw ? Jack sighs, clearly frustrated. BODY : I didn't see anything. I dunno. TOSHIKO : Who k*lled you ? Did you see them ? BODY : I dunno. There was something behind me. OWEN : Police said one s*ab wound in the back. TOSHIKO : So you didn't see anything. BODY : No. There is a long pause, each Torchwood member looks at the body. BODY : What happens now ? SUZIE : 30 seconds. TOSHIKO : But he didn't see anything. SUZIE : Don't waste it. TOSHIKO : What else do I say ? JACK (crouching down) : What's your name ? BODY : John. John Tucker. JACK : Ok John. Not long now. BODY : Who are you ? JACK : Captain Jack Harkness. Tell me what was it like when ya died ? What did ya see ? (Pause) John, tell me what you saw. SUZIE : 10 seconds. BODY : Nothing... I saw nothing... Oh my god there's nothing. John stops breathing, his head falls back into Suzie’s hands, d*ad once more and the rain resumes falling heavily. Gwen stares at them from above. SUZIE : Shit ! OWEN : I said it was stupid telling him he was d*ad. TOSHIKO : Well you try it. OWEN : Trust me. Like that's gonna work. JACK : Told the last corpse he was injured and he wasted the whole two minutes screaming for an ambulance. Maybe there's no right way of doing it. Jack looks up, straight at Gwen and calls out. JACK : What do you think ? CUT TO : Gwen standing at the car park wall looking over. Gwen leans back shocked when Jack sees her. She runs across the car back and back onto the street. She bends down breathing shallow, shocked and confused. CUT TO: ARIEL VIEW OF CARDIFF INT. GWEN'S FLAT - LATER THAT NIGHT Gwen enters pauses in the entrance and then goes upstairs and walks towards the sofa. Rhys, her boyfriend, is sitting watching TV. GWEN : Still up ? RHYS : In 'ere. They said on the news m*rder in the city centre. Were you there ? GWEN : No. I dunno, nothing to do with me… How come you’re still up though ? Gwen sits next to Rhys and kisses him on the forehead. Clearly they are an established couple. RHYS : Oh, Banana Boat came round. He was saying he's got plans. He's off again next summer. GWEN : How come you’re not pissed then ? RHYS : Ooo, well we 'ad a cup o' tea. He's read this thing about diabetes. Me and him 'avin tea, that's middle age that is. There's some Chinese in the fridge. GWEN : No I’m not hungry. You coming to bed ? RHYS : Just finish here. This man's found his sister. GWEN : I'll see you in a minute. Gwen walks away. CUT TO : GWEN’S BEDROOM - NIGHT Gwen lying awake in bed unable to sleep. ARIEL CARDIFF - DAY INT. POLICE OFFICE - CARDIFF - DAY Gwen enters and sees a colleague walking down the stairs carrying files. GWEN : Yvonne, can you do me a favour ? Can you a search for me ? YVONNE : Join the queue. GWEN : It's a Captain Jack Harkness, can you check him out ? Gwen passes Yvonne and starts to walk up the stairs. YVONNE : I'm busy. See's there's proper channels, Gwen. What sort of Captain ? GWEN : Dunno, just a Captain. YVONNE : If I get time. GWEN (calls down stairs) : Thanks. INT. POLICE m*rder INVESTIGATION ROOM - CARDIFF Police officers are looking at crime scene photos pined to a wall and discussing the facts of the case. Gwen enters carrying a tray of tea and coffee. OFFICER : Sarah Palaster, 72. m*rder in her front room. Rani Ghosh, 45. m*rder in Robin Tree Alley and now John Tucker, 19, m*rder in Sangavalith Lane. There's absolutely nothing linking these three victims. Apart from the way they died. As far as we can tell, all with the same w*apon. A blade, approximately 8 inches long, 3 inches deep. YOUNG COP : The two women were s*ab from the front but John Tucker was s*ab from behind. What does that tell us about the k*ller ? OFFICER : That he's a coward. EXT. A STREET - DAY Gwen and Andy exit police car and walk towards a pub. GWEN : But those people last night. The people in the car. Who were they ? What's Torchwood ? PC ANDY : I dunno, special ops. GWEN : Yeah but what does that mean ? PC ANDY : Bet you ten quid they're DNA specialists. It's all DNA these days. Like that CSI bollocks. CSI Cardiff, I'd like to see that. They'd be measuring the velocity of a kebab. Gwen and Andy enter the pub. A bar brawl is in progress. Gwen and Andy enter and try to separate the combatants. ANDY : Thank you very much. Thank you... Gwen is pushed aside and knocked over, she bangs her head on a pillar and appears to be in pain. INT. HOSPITAL - CARDIFF - DOCTORS ROOM - LATER THAT DAY A doctor is treating Gwen’s head injury. Gwen walks out of the doctors room holding her head, she sees a man running up the stairs, she believes him to be Jack. She follows him up the stairs, running. Upon reaching the top of the stairs Gwen finds a plastic-sealed doorway and Jack has disappeared. She hears a door bang open below her and looks over the stairs to see a porter. GWEN : 'Scuse me. Sorry. It's all sealed off up there. Who did that ? Gwen indicates the sealed door. PORTER : I thought it was you lot. GWEN : But what's it for ? What's happened. PORTER : I dunno. 9 o'clock this morning it was all sealed off, they never said. Chemicals or something. The porter walks off, Gwen enters through a gap in the plastic of the sealed off door. GWEN : Hello ! Gwen walks forward and sees a figure at the end of the corridor. GWEN : Sorry I'm just looking for someone... Gwen cautiously approaches, talking to the figure. GWEN (to self) : Yeah, right, clever... A weevil remains motionless except to tilt it's head at her. GWEN : Anyway I dunno if you saw a man come through here. A tall man, in one of those big sort of military coats. Ok. If you could answer, this is official business. Gwen notices the man appears to be wearing a mask. GWEN : You alright ? That's good. That's a good mask sort of thing… Look I'm sorry if I'm interrupting something, but we can stop this now, ok ? It's all very well playing silly buggers but I'm busy, alright. Now I'm looking for a man in a big grey coat. I said we can stop being silly. The weevil opens its mouth and hisses. The porter enters the corridor and walks towards Gwen. PORTER : Ah, there you are. I did ask but I saw Doctor Mahieb cos I thought it was him said about the police, but he said no and then I said about the chemicals and he said don't be so stupid, "what chemicals ?" So I dunno, could be anything. The porter walks towards Gwen and notices the Weevil. PORTER : Who've you got with you there then ? So much for sealing it off. Oh, ha, there's a face, nice one, oh tell ya mate you should try plastic surgery. Not on the NHS mind. The Porter glances from the weevil to Gwen. PORTER : You alright ? GWEN : Yeah. PORTER : Bloody hell that is brilliant. That's like, erm, Hellraiser ! That's first class that is ! The porter stands close to the weevil and indicates the teeth. PORTER : Look at that ! It’s just like real teeth. The weevil grabs the caretaker’s head and bites into his neck, blood spurts from his pierced jugular. Enter Jack, Owen and Suzie. Jack grabs Gwen and runs down the corridor with her. JACK : Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go ! INTERCUT WITH : sh*ts of Owen and Suzie subduing the weevil and putting a black plastic bag over it’s head. Jack stops at the end of the corridor. Gwen continues running out of the corridor and down the stairs. She stops running in the hospital entrance hall. Gwen goes into the hospital car park sees the Torchwood SUV. The SUV leaves the car park at speed, honking the horn to move her from their path. Gwen begins to run after it and then gets into a police car and pursues. PC Andy, eating, sees her drives past. ANDY : Oi ! EXT. OVERVIEW - CONTINUOUS The police car follows the Torchwood SUV along the motorway. GWEN (VO) : Registration, Charlie Foxtrot 06. INT. POLICE CAR Gwen driving and speaks into the police radio. GWEN : Foxtrot Delta Uniform. OFFICER (over radio) : Charlie, Foxtrot 06, Foxtrot Delta Uniform. Erm, hold on I think Yvonne wants a word. INTERCUT WITH INT. POLICE STATION CONTROL ROOM – CONCURENT Yvonne stands in front of a bank of screens showing CCTV footage and speaks into the radio. YVONNE (over radio) : No sign of a Captain Jack Harkness. GWEN : Did you search outside Cardiff ? YVONNE : No that never even occurred to me. Course I did ! I went nationwide. There are about 15 Jack's and John's with that surname, none of them a captain. GWEN : S'pose he could've made it up. YVONNE : The only Captain Jack Harkness on record was American. GWEN : That's it, he's American. YVONNE : Which you forgot to tell me. GWEN : So who is he ? YVONNE : American volunteer, Royal Air Force 133 squadron. ’Cept he disappeared. Vanished off the records, presumed d*ad. GWEN : When was that ? YVONNE : 1941 at the height of blitz. The morning of January the 21st 1941, Captain Jack Harkness failed to report for duty. Never seen again until now. What's going on Gwen, you seeing ghosts ? EXT. IN FRONT OF MILLENNIUM CENTRE - DAY Gwen following the SUV in police car. The SUV pauses, Jack, Suzie, Owen and Tosh exit the vehicle and the SUV departs. Gwen parks in the middle of the square and exits the vehicle and shouts after Torchwood. GWEN : You lot. Oi Torchwood ! The Torchwood team ignores her and continues walking. Gwen starts to follow and is approached by a security guard. SECURITY : Oi ! You can't leave that there ! GWEN : Police ! SECURITY : I can see that love and you're still not leaving it there. Gwen looks over at the Millennium Fountain and notices the Torchwood team have vanished. Gwen walks towards the fountain. SECURITY : I'm talking to you ! Excuse me ! Move your bloody car ! Gwen wanders around the fountain trying to see how they could have disappeared. INT. POLICE CAR – A SHORT TIME LATER Gwen is speaking into her radio. GWEN : Did you get anything on that registration ? OFFICER (over radio) : No such number. GWEN : What does that mean ? OFFICER (over radio) : It doesn't exist, double checked for Swansea, triple checked. There's nothing, no such vehicle. But Temple's been asking 'bout you Gwen. You in trouble ? PC Andy enters Gwen‘s vehicle. PC ANDY : I have walked ! I have bloody walked ! They share a glance, Gwen appearing apologetic. EXT. MILLENNIUM FOUNTAIN – SHORT TIME LATER Gwen stands next to the Millennium Fountain. GWEN : They were here and then they were gone, and look there's nowhere to hide, they just disappeared ! Andy stands near, arms folded. PC ANDY : Temple's not just livid he's doing his nut. GWEN : There was a man I'm telling you. There was this porter, he was in a porter's uniform and he was k*lled,or at least he was injured, he must have been injured ! Right in front of me ! This man in a mask sort of lashed out and... ANDY : I've told you, all hospital staff present and correct. GWEN : I saw it. PC ANDY : That's sick. Gwen, sweetheart think about it, what sort of story is that ? You're not well, come with me I'll take you home. GWEN : They were here... PC ANDY : Come on. Andy puts his arm around Gwen’s shoulder and guides her to the car. CUT TO : CCTV footage of Gwen and Andy returning to the car. sh*ts OF CARDIFF INT. GWEN'S FLAT - LATER SAME DAY Gwen enters the living room / kitchen and sees Rhys cooking. RHYS : Look at me, cooking. Hot pot ! Or as ze French call it, 'ot pot. Gwen smiles fondly and kisses Rhys. GWEN : I should've phoned. I've gotta work. RHYS : You should be off sick. GWEN : I know. But they were short and there's a match on tonight. I said I'd take another shift, I'm sorry. Forgive me, go on, forgive me, say you forgive me. RHYS (smiles) : Yeah... Gwen kisses Rhys. GWEN : I gotta go. ARIEL CARDIFF EXT. MILLENNIUM FOUNTAIN - NIGHT Gwen is walking round the millennium square fountain, trying to see how Torchwood could have got away earlier. She notices a pizza delivery bike drive past. CUT TO : CCTV footage of Gwen, on hub computer screen. INT. JUBILEE PIZZA – SAME NIGHT Gwen enters the pizza shop. A young lad works behind the counter. GWEN : Scuse me, Gwen Copper, CID. I'm making some enquiries ‘round the bay. I need to check some people out on your list if that's ok. I don't supposed you deliver to a Captain Jack Harkness. PIZZA LAD : Ah, I dunno. GWEN : Well could you 'av a look ? The man behind the counter checks the computer. PIZZA LAD : No. He's not a regular anyway. GWEN : J. Harkness or just Harkness. The pizza boy checks the computer again. PIZZA LAD : No. GWEN : Ok, never mind. Thanks anyway. Gwen starts to leave Jubilee Pizza then turns back to the counter GWEN : I don't suppose you've got a Torchwood ? PIZZA LAD : Oh aye ! We do them all the time. They're good customers. EXT. CARDIFF BAY - NIGHT Gwen walks along the bay carrying pizza boxes. INT. TOURIST INFORMATION OFFICE – LATER THE SAME NIGHT Gwen enters the reception area and looks around. A man enters through a beaded curtain behind the desk and smiles at Gwen. GWEN : Oh hiya. Sorry I'm late. Someone ordered pizza. IANTO : Who's it for ? GWEN : I think it's a Mr Harkness. Gwen flinches as the door she entered through closes behind her. Ianto presses a button behind the desk and a part of the wall opens to reveal a passageway. Gwen looks surprised. IANTO : Don't keep 'em waitin'. Gwen goes to the doorway and glances back at Ianto. He inclines his head in encouragement. Gwen walks cautiously down an ill lit brick passageway. A door opens at one end of the corridor, Gwen walks towards it and enters a lift. She goes down several storeys. She exit’s the lift and goes through a large cog shaped door ahead of her. Camera pans right, around the Hub. The cog door and some bars slide shut behind Gwen. She glances at them and then notices a cylindrical container in which a hand is held in pale blue bubbling liquid. The Torchwood members working at their stations. CUT TO : Someone welding, the mask is removed to reveal Suzie. CUT TO : Jack on the balcony walk down the stairs and into his office. Gwen walks towards Jack’s office door past Toshiko and Owen who are on the computers. Gwen approaches slowly and they start laughing, Owen turns round on his chair to face Gwen. OWEN : I can't do this, I'm sorry. I'm rubbish. I give up. TOSHIKO (pointing) : He set me off. SUZIE : Well that lasted nought point two seconds. OWEN : Mmm, she's actually carrying pizza. JACK : Come on ! She was gonna say here's your pizza and I was gonna say how much ? And she says oh, whatever, 20 quid and I say ooo… I don't have any money. I was working on a punch line, I'd have got there, but it would have been good. GWEN : There's your pizza, I think I better go. JACK : I think we've gone past that stage. SUZIE : You must have been freezing out there, how long you walking round ? Three hours ? GWEN : You could see me ? SUZIE : Mhmm. JACK : And before we go any further. Who the hell orders pizza under the name of Torchwood ? OWEN : Err, yeah, that would be me. Sorry I'm a twat. GWEN : That man at the hospital ? That porter ? What happened to him ? That was real wasn't it, he was att*cked ? JACK : He's d*ad. GWEN : But there's no one gone missing. TOSHIKO : I took the body, retrospectively changed the work rota. Planted a false witness who saw him leaving the hospital, giving him an alibi for the next 48 hours so that when his body is pulled out of the docks next Tuesday night, he's only been missing for three days. GWEN : He was m*rder. TOSHIKO : Yeah. GWEN : And you covered it up. TOSHIKO (shrugs) : It’s my job. GWEN : And that other man, John Tucker. Last night in the alleyway, I saw you... JACK : And what did you see ? GWEN : You revived him. JACK : No. What did you see ? GWEN : You resuscitated him. JACK : No. What did you see ? GWEN : You brought him back to life. JACK : Yeah. GWEN : Who are you ? JACK : Torchwood. GWEN : What's Torchwood ? JACK : This is Torchwood, all around you. Jack indicates the Hub. GWEN : And what happens to me ? JACK : Ohh... GWEN : I'm police. Constable Gwen Cooper. You can't do anything. JACK : Alright PC Cooper. Do you want to come see ? GWEN : See what ? JACK : You saw the m*rder. Come and see the m*rder. Jack walks away, expecting Gwen to follow. Gwen pauses and Suzie notices her expression. SUZIE : Go with him. Gwen puts the pizza down on a sofa and follows Jack. GWEN : What is Torchwood ? Who are you ? What is this place ? Something screeches above Gwen and she ducks. GWEN : What was that ? TOSHIKO (bored) : Pterodactyl. JACK (off screen) : Are you coming ? INT. TORCHWOOD CELLS Jack opens the cell block door and enters followed by Gwen. The line of cells are dark, the paint on the wall flaking off. The cells have one clear wall, facing the corridor, with air holes. They walk to the end of a line of cells and Jack switches on the light to the end cell. Gwen looks in and jumps when she sees the Weevil inside. JACK : It's alright. It's safe. It's sedated. It's called a weevil, or at least we call them weevils. We don't know their real name because they're not too good at communicating. But we got a couple of hundred of them in city. Living in the sewers, feeding off the… well it's the sewers you can guess. But every once in a while one of them goes rogue, comes to the surface, att*cks. Actually it's been happening more and more and we have no idea why. But it's alien. Look into its eyes. Jack gets a stool for Gwen and helps her sit. He remains standing behind her. JACK : There you go. Take your time. It was born on a different world and it's real. Gwen stares into the weevil's eyes. INT. TORCHWOOD HUB CENTRAL - SOMETIME LATER Jack and Gwen stand in the centre surrounded by the rest of the team at their stations. Jack makes introductions. JACK : Owen Harper, Gwen Cooper. OWEN : Dr. Owen Harper, thank you. JACK : Toshiko Sato, computer genius. Suzie Costello she's second in command, and this is Ianto Jones. He cleans up after us and gets us everywhere on time. IANTO : I try my best... JACK : And he looks good in a suit. IANTO : Careful. That's harassment sir. GWEN : But why are you telling me their names, I'm not supposed to know am I ? This is classified isn't it ? JACK : Way beyond classified... GWEN : Then you shouldn't be telling me. What're you going to do to me ? JACK : What do you imagine ? GWEN : Well I've seen too much. Your names and everything and the weevil... you can dump a man in the water a lie about his death... JACK : Ok, Tosh finish that calibration tomorrow morning. Owen first thing get hold of Chandler and Belle because I think they're lying. Ianto, if he needs back up then you better be on stand by. Suzie, I know it's a pain in the ass but I need the costing on the glove research... And as for you, you're coming with me. This way. Jack looks at Gwen and then walks way, again expecting Gwen to follow. GWEN : I'm getting tired of following you. JACK : No you're not and you never will... He turns to look at her then steps onto a stone platform. JACK : Stand on here, come on, with me. Jack holds out his hand to Gwen, helps her step onto the platform and then puts his arm around her. TOSHIKO (off screen) : Goodnight ! OWEN (off screen) : Later ! JACK : Now, you came in through the front door, lets take the scenic route. Jack presses a button on his wrist cuff and the ceiling 4 stories up opens. The platform starts to move upwards. Gwen grabs Jack‘s arm to steady herself. Suzie looks up at them as the platform rises. EXT. IN FRONT OF MILLENNIUM FOUNTAIN - CONTINUOUS Jack and Gwen stand on the platform, which now appears to be a normal paving slab. They are apparently in clear view of the passing pedestrians. GWEN : But... but they can see the lift. Why aren't they, I mean, we are right out in the open they can see everything. JACK : Do they look like they can see us ? GWEN : No but look at us, we couldn't be anymore public. Jack shouts at a passer by. The man does not notice them. JACK : Hello ! Hey you there ! Hello ! It's called a perception filter, he can sort of see us but we don't quite register. Just like something in the corner of your eye. It only works on this exact spot. Step off... Jack moves from the platform and waves at a passing lady who stares at him. JACK : Hi ! Nice night. Ooh, and low we are perceived. GWEN : How does it work ? JACK : No idea. We know how to use it, not how it happens. But if I were to guess I would say it was once a dimensionally transcendental chameleon circuit placed right on this spot which welded it's perception properties to a spacio-temporal rift. Now that sounds kinda ridiculous. Invisible lift has got more of a ring to it don't you think ? GWEN : But hold on, if no one can see it when the lifts coming up, there's a bloody big hole in the floor, don't people fall in ? JACK : That is so Welsh. GWEN : What is ? JACK : I show you something fantastic, you find fault. Jack walks away followed by Gwen. ARIEL VIEW CARDIFF INT. A BAR Gwen and Jack are sitting at the bar. Gwen drinks deeply from her pint glass. GWEN : The thing is I just don't understand. JACK : No I'll tell you what I don't understand. You're going to rattle on with this “how can this be true ?” kinda shtick. What's it going to take for you people. If you want evidence of aliens, how about that great big space ship hovering over London on Christmas day ? What about the battle of Canary Wharf, a Cyberman in every home ? GWEN : My boyfriend says it's like some kind of terrorism. Like they put in drugs in the water supply, psychotropic drugs causing mass hallucinations and stuff. JACK : Yeah, well your boyfriend’s stupid. GWEN : Oh you've met him ? Jack laughs and sips his water. GWEN : So you catch aliens ? JACK : Yep. GWEN : You catch aliens for a living. JACK : Yes we do. GWEN : You're an alien catcher. JACK : Yes I am. GWEN : Caught any good aliens ? JACK : Tones of them. GWEN : That's a hell of a job. JACK (laughs) : Sure is. GWEN : This is so weird. And who are you then ? JACK : Captain Jack Harkness. GWEN : I did some research and there's only one Captain Jack Harkness on record and he disappeared in 1941. JACK : Well that couldn't be me... could it ? We don't just catch aliens; we scavenge the stuff they leave behind, find ways of using it, arming the human race for the future. The 21st century is when it all changes and you gotta be ready. GWEN : But who's in charge of you, is it the government or what ? JACK : We're separate from the government, outside the police, beyond the United Nations cuz if one power got hold of this stuff, they could use it for their own purposes. GWEN : But so could you. JACK : All alien technology stays on the base no one's allowed to take anything outside. INT. TOSH’S KITCHEN - CONCURRENT Toshiko enters and takes an alien device from her handbag. INT. OWEN’S BATHROOM - CONCURRENT Owen getting ready to go out, he removes a bottle from his bathroom cabinet. INT. SUZIE’S HOME - CONCURRENT Suzie removes the metal glove from her bag. INT. BAR - CONSECUTIVE Gwen and Jack sitting in the bar drinking. GWEN : So go on then, how the hell did you end up in Cardiff ? JACK : This is Torchwood 3. Torchwood 1 was London, destroyed in the battle. Torchwood 2 is an office in Glasgow, very strange man. Torchwood 3, Cardiff, Torchwood 4 has kinda gone missing but we'll find it one day. GWEN : So you just fancied Cardiff ? JACK : There's a rift in space and time running right through the city. The weevils didn't come on a spaceship, they kinda just, slipped through. All sorts of things get washed up here, creatures, time shifts, space junk, debris. Flotsam and jetsam. GWEN : Sounds like Cardiff... JACK : Hey, hey, hey, don't knock it I'm a citizen. GWEN : But where are you from ? JACK (shrugs) : All sorts of places. GWEN : The thing is we could liaise on this, this serial k*ller. I could be like your liaison with the police. JACK : Right I can see the mistake : you think that because we turned up at the scene of crime we're out to catch the k*ller. GWEN : Uhhuh... JACK : Sorry, nothing to do with us. GWEN : Then what were you doing there ? JACK : Testing the glove, we need m*rder victims, simple as that. The glove only works on the recently deceased. The more violent the trauma the stronger the resurrection. All we needed was fresh meat. GWEN : No you were asking that man John Tucker, I saw you. You were asking him about his k*ller… JACK : He'd just been m*rder. What else are you gonna ask ? GWEN : You could get an ID, you could help. JACK (shrugs) : We're busy. GWEN : And your work is more important ? JACK : Now you got it. GWEN : Well that's tough shit cos if you let me go then I have a duty, I can tell them what you've got because that glove could help us. JACK : If you remember. GWEN : What do you mean ? JACK : How’s your drink ? GWEN : Have you poisoned me ? JACK : Don't be so dramatic. It's an amnesia pill, my own recipe, with a touch of denial and a dash of Retcon. Wake up tomorrow morning and you'll have forgotten everything about Torchwood, worst still you'll have forgotten me. Which is kinda tragic. Gwen appears shaken. She gets up leaves the bar. Jack follows her onto the street and calls after her. JACK : Don't think you can fight it by staying awake, I mixed in a little sedative to. GWEN : Then I'll tell someone... JACK : Do you really wanna do that ? Do you really want us to come and find them too ? GWEN : You bastard ! JACK : Language ! Nice knowing you Gwen Cooper. Jack winks at her and walks away. Gwen watches his go then runs away. EXT. A CAR PARK ENTRANCE / EXIT RAMP Gwen runs up the ramp away from the car park. EXT. A STREET Jack walks slowly up the street, hands in his pockets. INT. GWEN’S STUDY - LATER Gwen feverishly begins typing everything she has learnt about Captain Jack Harkness, Torchwood and the glove onto her computer in an attempt to conserve the knowledge. INT. A BAR - SAME EVENING Owen stands at the bar, he looks over and sees a girl further down the bar. He moves to talk to her. OWEN : Hello. LINDA : Alright. OWEN : You having a good time ? LINDA : I was. OWEN : Can I buy you a drink ? LINDA : No thanks I'm fine. OWEN : Am I wasting my time ? LINDA : I dunno, are you ? OWEN : Look I've gotta be up early, I've got a hell of a day tomorrow and I really can't be bothered with all the chat. Owen sprays his face with liquid from the bottle he took earlier. OWEN : So do you want a drink or what ? The girl’s attitude markedly changes. suddenly finding Owen irresistible she kisses him passionately. LINDA : Bloody hellfire ! You're coming home with me you are. Right now. The girl pulls Owen’s lapels and drags him from the bar. INT. GWEN’S STUDY - LATER THE SAME NIGHT Gwen continues typing details about Torchwood onto her computer. INT. TOSHIKO’S HOUSE – CONCURRENT Toshiko is scanning the spine of a book (A Tale of Two Cities) from her bookcase. She then moves to the computer and places the alien scanner alongside. The contents of the books appear on the computer screen - the pages flipping. INT. GWEN’S STUDY Gwen continues typing. INT. SUZIE’S HOUSE - CONCURRENT Suzie uses the glove to resurrect a fly which has died on the window sill and it flies away. INT. GWEN’S STUDY Gwen types "Read this !" She is struggling to stay awake. EXT. A STREET NEAR TO THE BAR - CONCURRENT Owen and Linda are walking from the bar. Her boyfriend sees them and jogs over. COLIN : Oi you bastard, come 'ere. Linda what do you think you are doing with him ? What the f*ck do you think you're doing with him ? LINDA : I'm taking him home and I'm having him, now piss off. COLIN : What the f*ck do you think you're doing with my girlfriend you bastard. OWEN : Hey, I didn't know. She was on her own, she never said. COLIN : You tosser, you f*cking tosser. LINDA : Colin, button it. He's mine. COLIN : Do you wanna have a go do you ? Wanna have a go ? Well come on then mate. OWEN : Well if it makes it easier... Owen sprays his face with the alien liquid again. The boyfriend’s expression changes and he kisses Owen. COLIN : I'm so having you. LINDA : I'm having him first. OWEN : Taxi ! INT. GWEN’S STUDY Gwen begins to fall asleep, her typing flawed and her vision blurring. INT. TORCHWOOD HUB Ianto hacks into Gwen's computer. "Gwen Cooper - Home Intercept" is written on his screen. INT. GWEN'S STUDY - CONCURRENT Gwen’s document is highlighted, deleted from the screen and the computer powers down. Gwen, confused, tries to type on the powerless keyboard, then falls asleep over the computer. EXT. WIDE ANGLE VIEW OF ALTOLUSSO APARTMENT BUILDING - CONCURRENT sh*t closes in. Jack is standing on a narrow structure jutting horizontally from the roof of the building. 360 degree sh*t widening to view of Cardiff. INT. GWEN’S STUDY - NEXT MORNING Gwen is slumped over her computer. Rhys enters with a cup of tea. Rhys kisses Gwen’s hair and she wakes, still groggy. RHYS : Did you get pissed ? GWEN : No. What time is it ? RHYS : 7:30. You said you were working last night. GWEN : I was. RHYS : Then how come you fell asleep in here ? GWEN : I haven’t... I was, typing. That is work... RHYS : Not having a go, just saying. It's not exactly clever going out on a lash when you've just had a bang on the head. Hope you didn't drive in that state... who were you with ? Diane ? GWEN : Must have been yeah. INT. POLICE STATION ENTRANCE - LATER THAT MORNING Gwen enters, followed by Yvonne. YVONNE : Had any luck ? GWEN : With what ? YVONNE : Captain Jack Harkness. GWEN : How’d ya mean ? Who's he ? YVONNE : Oh don't worry about me. Go ahead, wasting my time ! Gwen walks up the stairs looking confused by the conversation. She walks upstairs and down a corridor, she walks past another police man. OFFICER : Hi GWEN : Hi. Gwen enters an office where plain clothes police are working at desks. DI JACOBS : Aye aye, come to see where the real work's done. GWEN : Yes sir. That's right sir, how's it going ? DI JACOBS : Sod all. Gwen sees a diagram of a Kn*fe. GWEN : Is that the m*rder w*apon ? The officer nods and stands to join her looking at the picture. DI JACOBS : Clever mind. They worked it all out on the computer. Took measurements from the s*ab wounds; calculated the shape of the blade and stuff, even those prongs. I dunno how they do it. Nasty lookin’beast though. Do you recognise it ? GWEN (shakes her head) : No. DI JACOBS : We're trying to trace it. Can't be that many of them. Sort of, ornamental. We're checking the CV logs with customs in case it's been imported. Find the Kn*fe we might find the k*ller, well if it rings any bells give us a shout. GWEN : Yeah, thanks. Gwen leaves the office and walks through the police station. INTERCUT WITH : images of the drawing of the Kn*fe as she walks. EXT. A ROOF CAR PARK - LATER Gwen and PC Andy stand. PC Andy is telling an anecdote, Gwen is not listening, she is thinking about the Kn*fe. INT. GWEN’S FLAT - LATER THAT DAY Rhys is preparing dinner, Gwen sits at the table. Gwen is not really listening to Rhys; again thinking of the Kn*fe. She appears to be remembering seeing it before. Rhys talks while handing out dinner. INT. GWEN’S BEDROOM - THAT NIGHT Gwen lies in bed thinking about the Kn*fe. The alarm clock reads 2.01. She gets out of bed and goes to her study. She draws a picture of the Kn*fe on a piece of paper. She finishes it, looks at it, screws it up and throws it in the bin. She leans back in her chair. She sees the Kn*fe again. A magazine of events at the Millennium Centre on her desk attracts her attention. She has written ‘remember’ on the cover. EXT. IN FRONT OF MILLENNIUM CENTRE - NIGHT Gwen is walking outside the millennium centre, she sees a figure near the fountain, the figure appears as Suzie and Gwen remembers the Kn*fe. She then remembers a welding mask, and Suzie removing the mask. Gwen does not yet remember clearly. SUZIE : Hello again. You were right, you told Jack we should liaise with the police I was the only one who bothered, so, I was the only who saw the report. Suzie pulls the Kn*fe out of her bag. SUZIE : You got a good likeness. GWEN : I'm arresting you for... How do I know you ? SUZIE : I thought you might've seen it and that can trick the amnesia, just one specific image if you're clever. He said you were good. Anyway it's not much good now, I can’t really... She gestures with the Kn*fe. SUZIE : You're going to put up a fight so I've got... She searches her handbag. SUZIE : Erm hold on... sorry. She pulls out a g*n drops her bag. SUZIE : There that's better. She points the g*n at Gwen and cocks it. Gwen looks terrified. GWEN : Put it down... SUZIE : You had to come back... GWEN : Put don't the g*n. SUZIE : You're the only one who can make the link…well the only one in public. Torchwood's gonna find out by morning, but I'll be gone. I don't know where, far away... What am I going to do ? I loved this job, I really loved it. And now I've got run. Oh, Christ ! How can you do any other job after this ? GWEN : Please put down the g*n. SUZIE : It gets inside you, you do this job for long enough and you end up thinking... how come we get all the, the weevils and bollocks and shit. Is that what alien life is ? Filth ? Then maybe there's better stuff out there, brilliant stuff, beautiful stuff. Just... But they don't come here. This planet's so dirty, that's all we get, the shit. GWEN : I don't know what you're talking about. SUZIE : I wish I could forget. GWEN : Why did you k*ll those people ? SUZIE : For the glove. Suzie steps forward. GWEN : Just stay where you are. SUZIE : I needed the bodies, that's how it works, violent death. It was so easy. To bring them back I just positioned myself behind the head so they never see me twice. GWEN : You k*lled 3 people. SUZIE : It was the only way. The more I use the glove, the more I control it... GWEN : I don't understand what glove ? Where have I seen you before ? SUZIE : If I can get enough practise, then think what the glove could do. If I could get it to work all the time, on anything, beyond two minutes, if I could get it to work permanently, it could resurrect. Resurrection on demand for the whole world, isn't that good ? Jack rises up on the invisible lift between them. SUZIE : Isn't it though ? Well that's what I've been working for. All day, all night, the rest of them go swanning about while I'm working. You gotta get inside this stuff. Surrender yourself to it, I did with the Kn*fe and the glove, and that's why the perception filter isn't going to work on me... Suzie turns and sh**t Jack in the forehead, he collapses. Gwen is shocked, he seems to have appeared from nowhere. GWEN : What... who is he ? Where did he come from ? What have you done... Suzie points the g*n at Gwen and cocks it. GWEN : Please don't... SUZIE : I can't let you go. She steps over Jack’s body and towards Gwen. GWEN : Please... SUZIE : I’ve got to... Gwen begins to sob in fear, hands clutching her hair. SUZIE : I'm sorry, I've got, I've got to... I’ve got to... Jack stands up behind Suzie. A b*llet wound in this forehead heals as Gwen watches. JACK : Put down the g*n. Suzie turns to look at Jack. JACK : Suzie, it's over, now come with me... Jack offers her his hand to Suzie. Gwen looks on disbelieving. Suzie turns to look at Gwen and then puts the g*n under her chin and pulls the trigger, she collapses, instantly d*ad. GWEN : I... remember. I remember. Gwen falls to the floor. INT. JACK’S OFFICE THE HUB - LATER THAT NIGHT Ianto puts the glove and the Kn*fe into a secure box tagged "not for use" and puts the box in Jack‘s safe. Owen and Toshiko put the alien devices they had taken onto Jack's desk. INT. TORCHWOOD MORGUE Jack zips up Suzie's body bag, puts it into one of the many freezer units and walks away. EXT. ROOF OF MILLENNIUM CENTRE - DAWN Jack and Gwen are standing on the roof talking. GWEN : Owen and Toshiko, you didn't tell them that you were sh*t in the head and survived. JACK : You didn't tell them either. Followed my lead. Keep doing that and you might just get through this. GWEN : But she k*lled you... JACK : I can't die. GWEN : Ok... JACK : But I can't... Something happened to me a while back, long story and far away. But I was k*lled, and then I was brought back to life and ever since then, I can't die. GWEN : But how ? JACK : I dunno. One day I'll find a doctor, the right sort of doctor and maybe he can explain it, but until then... GWEN : Nothing kills you ? JACK : Well, kinda freaks people out, so, best if you don't say anything. GWEN : It doesn't matter anyway, you'll only wipe my memory again. JACK : Why would I do that ? Torchwood's got a vacancy. Job going spare, do you want it ? GWEN : But... what do you need me for ? JACK : Because maybe you were right, we could do more to help. What do you think ? Wanna join up ? GWEN : ...Yeah. Gwen turns to look at the city. Jack smiles. GWEN : I do yes. CLOSING ARIEL VIEW OF MILLENNIUM CENTRE The pterodactyl flies over the centre. END

{"type": "series", "show": "Torchwood", "episode": "1x01 - Everything Changes"}

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Day one Opening sh*ts and series recap. INT. BOWLING ALLEY Gwen and Rhys bowling, having a good night out. EXT. OUTSIDE CINEMA - CARDIFF - NIGHT Gwen and Rhys walk out of the cinema / bowling alley complex and onto the street. GWEN : Next time I'm choosing the film… RHYS : I was told it was... GWEN : I fell asleep Rhys... EXT. A RESTURANT Gwen and Rhys sit at an outside table eating a meal, chatting. RHYS : What does it mean ? Special ops ? GWEN : It's no big deal. Mainly filing. RHYS : Special archiving. GWEN : Can we talk about something else ? RHYS : Oh come on, it's your first day tomorrow. I'm excited for ya. Big promotion. GWEN : (laughing quietly) secondment. RHYS : You’ll be brilliant. GWEN : (kisses Rhys) Let's have an early night. RHYS : (eager) Cheque please ! Gwen laughs. Rhys looks up and outside. He sees a ball of flame fly across the sky. RHYS : Bloody hell is that plane on f*re ? GWEN : It's not a plane. Gwen stands and begins to rush away. RHYS : We haven't paid ! GWEN : Come on. Gwen takes Rhys’ hand and they begin to run, to get a better view. The ball of f*re crashes far across the city. RHYS : What was that ? Gwen receives a text message which reads only ‘Torchwood’. GWEN : I gotta go to work. OPENING CREDITS EXT. TORCHWOOD SUV People entering the SUV, focus on feet. CUT TO INT. TORCHWOOD SUV Owen driving, Jack in the front passenger seat. Toshiko and Gwen sit in the rear of the vehicle. JACK : Simple locate and clean up operation. Find that meteorite before anyone else gets their hands on it. Jack turns to look at Gwen. JACK : Good to see you by the way. A screen and keyboard fold down in front of Toshiko. OWEN : Tosh you found it yet ? GWEN : You got enough kit ? TOSHIKO : Basic tracking and surveillance for the crash site. With this we can tap into CCTV networks, social databases… GWEN : (looking at screen) Is this crimint ? This is the police computer you shouldn't have this. JACK : You might want to stop "you, and start saying "we". TOSHIKO : Crash site is 100m ahead. The SUV pulls into a cleared space in a wooded area. The army have set up a base of tents and are patrolling the site alongside police. OWEN : Shit. The amateurs got here first. JACK : Alright usual formation. Jack walks towards one of the tents, followed by Owen, Toshiko and Gwen. GWEN : What's usual formation ? OWEN : It varies. GWEN : How can a usual formation vary ? Oh ! Gwen runs back to the SUV to pick up her forgotten bag. She enters the tent and the others have already gone. PVT MORIARTY : Who the hell are you ? GWEN : Oh sorry… SGT JOHNSON : This area's restricted. GWEN : No it's alright I'm with special ops. I'm special ops. Torchwood, I'm with Torchwood. SGT JOHNSON : Don't mess with me little girl. You're not with Torchwood, and even if you were. Jack enters from the back of the tent, behind the soldiers. JACK : ...you'd have put out the welcome banners. Now first of all she's no little girl, from where I'm standing. Jack assesses Gwen. JACK : All the right curves in all the right places. But she's Torchwood, we both are and we'd appreciate it if you'd leave us to do the real work. Jack offers his hand to Gwen, she takes it. JACK : Shall we ? Jack and Gwen leave through the rear of the tent and enter a small wood – the crash site. JACK : Let's see what we came for. Gwen lets go of Jack’s hand as she sees the others and stops. A large boulder sits in a deep crater, Owen and Toshiko examining it. Jack continues to the other side of the crater. OWEN : Bog standard space debris. That's a technical term. GWEN : Yeah thanks. JACK : So take all the readings and let's get out of here. They all open their tool boxes and throw tools to each other, practiced speed and efficiency. OWEN : Make yourself useful sweetheart, pass us the big chisel form the toolbox. GWEN : Not sweetheart; Gwen. One syllable, sure you can manage it. OWEN : Not sweet cheeks, freckles, new girl ? Gwen picks up a chisel from the toolbox. GWEN : It's a shame your tool's not big enough for the job, darling. Catch. Owen fails to catch the chisel and it sticks into the boulder. A blue glow can be seen in the cut and a pinkish / purple gas begins to leak out. OWEN : Shit ! JACK : Owen, Tosh. Put this on. Jack throws gas masks to them Owen and Toshiko then places a gas mask over Gwen’s face. Jack and Gwen stare up at the gas rising from the object. EXT. AN ALLEY - NIGHT A girl talks on her mobile phone. She is upset. CARYS : Eddie is this all I get now. Your voicemail ? You bastard, you could've at least had the dignity to text. I've been standing around all on my own, I'm sick of this. Waiting around for you to show up. I wish I'd never met you. I wish I was d*ad. No. I wish you were d*ad… Call me back. POV gas. Carys hangs up and turns round. She sees the gas and fearfully backs against the alley wall. From angle of CCTV : the gas enters Carys' mouth. EXT. A NIGHTCLUB ENTRANCE Three doormen stand by the entrance and allow in some girls. BANKSEY : Evening ladies. LADIES : Hiya handsome. Banksey checks out the ladies as they enter the club. BANKSEY : Ooo very nice. He turns to see Carys trying to enter. BANKSEY : Where do you think you're going ? CARYS : I've been in once, I only went out to make a call. BANKSEY : There's no re-admission. Carys kisses Banksey. BANKSEY : Erm…ok then. On you go. Banksey turns to the other doormen, proud. BANKSEY : Watch and learn boys. INT. THE SAME NIGHTCLUB Carys notices a man by the bar and goes over to him. She takes him to the toilets and starts kissing him. MATT : I don't even no your name. Carys moves his Matt’s hand to her bum. MATT : Overrated, names. They kiss and Carys sits on the edge of the sinks, helping Matt shove down his trousers they have sex. MATT : I don't think I can hold on… CARYS : Well don’t. Matt orgasms, yells and then becomes a glowing golden gas. Carys absorbs the gas and the boy’s place is taken by a small heap of dark ash. INT. THE HUB GWEN : I'm so sorry. JACK : Seriously. Stop saying that. GWEN : But I am. I mean, I'm really really sorry. God I can't believe it. OWEN : Didn't they teach you health and safety in the police ? GWEN : You two chucked tools at each other so I… OWEN : We didn't miss. GWEN : I'll sort it. Whatever's happened I'll deal with it. What do you think has happened ? I mean it was just gas wasn’t it ? Can’t be too bad… can it ? OWEN : Right because gas never did anyone any harm. JACK : On the plus side we've got good evidence. Jack opens a box on the autopsy table. JACK : Relatively undamaged. OWEN : On the down side, there's an alien on loose. We don't know where it is, why it's here or what it's going to do. TOSHIKO : Give her a break… GWEN : Oh this has been the worst first day ever. JACK : We all make mistakes. Get over it. Now we find and recover whatever came out of there. Ianto clears his throat. He stands on the balcony with a clipboard looking down at them. IANTO : This might help. Night club death, been phoned in a 999. Circumstances sound… a little unusual. Gwen walks up the stairs to him and takes the clipboard. IANTO : Might be connected. EXT. THE NIGHTCLUB PC Andy is guarding the entrance. The Torchwood SUV pulls up. Owen, Jack and Toshiko enter the club running. Gwen follows them. JACK : Torchwood. PC ANDY : Gwen ? GWEN : Hi. PC ANDY : Bloody hell, look at you all posh. Special ops, we're all wondering. GWEN : I meant to call. It's been a bit of a whirlwind. PC ANDY : Go on then, tell us all. Jack leans out of the entrance and glares at Gwen. JACK : Coming ? GWEN : Yeah sorry. You can go away now, no point you freezing your arse off out here. PC ANDY : Boss of me now are you ? GWEN : Err... say hi to everyone for me… PC Andy nods to her and Gwen enters the nightclub. INT. NIGHTCLUB - TOILETS The Torchwood team stand in the toilets with Banksey looking at the pile of ash. GWEN : This is all that's left ? BANKSEY : How's that possible ? JACK : Question is how did you know this used to be a body ? CUT TO FLASHBACK Banksey is watching Carys and Matt over the CCTV, masturbating until he sees the man reduced to a pile of ash. CUT TO : Return to Nightclub toilets. BANKSEY : Bit of a shock I tell you. JACK : We need to see that CCTV. INT. NIGHTCLUB - SECURITY ROOM The Torchwood team watch the CCTV footage of the toilets. JACK : Well… TOSHIKO : Oh my god… GWEN : He just… JACK : Came and went. OWEN : (laughs) Now that's how I'd like to go. TOSHIKO : I'm sure we could arrange it. BANKSEY : How can that…it doesn't make any sense. It's not possible ! GWEN : Do you know the girls name ? Did the two of them arrive together or did they meet in the club ? Is she a regular, would any of the other staff know her ? BANKSEY : I dunno. We get hundreds of people here very weekend, we don't keep tabs. JACK : Thanks for your help. We've got all we need. Jack guides Banksey out of the room. GWEN : What are you talking about ? We don't have a clue. We don't even know her name. Jack leaves the room followed by the others, they walk through the club on their way to the exit, talking as they go. JACK : We'll need a body from the crowd chamber with a close match to the d*ad guys appearance. Disfigure the face, dump it some place remote. Make it look like a su1c1de attempt. GWEN : You have a stash of bodies ? Jack is scanning the area, pauses near the bar as Tosh and Owen leave. CUT TO EXT. ALLEY BEHIND NIGHTCLUB Gwen chases Jack into the alley behind the club as he continues scanning the area. GWEN : What about his family ? You can't just fake his death. JACK : You want to tell his family he died screwing an alien ? GWEN : You don't know that for sure. Jack scans the area with a machine. JACK : Same elements we recorded at the crash site. It's all over the club but strongest in this area. Something happened here. Jack looks up and sees a CCTV camera. INT. NIGHTCLUB - SECURITY ROOM Gwen and Jack watch the CCTV tape of the alley, they see the gas inhabit Carys. Jack removes the video and keeps it. GWEN : It's my fault. If it weren't me he'd still be alive. JACK : It'll get you nowhere, that kind of thinking. At least now we know a little more. The alien's taken on a host body. GWEN : We can't let her k*ll again. INT. CARYS' HOME - NEXT MORNING Carys and her father, Ivan. IVAN : I said to them you're putting yourselves out of work behaving like this. I can get five polish guys who work all day, don't take any breaks. Happy as Sam boys all for 56 quid above board. I told Niall, why should I bother with your moaning mates when I could get this. Carys, you alright ? CARYS : Yeah ? IVAN : Hung over from Ella's eh ? What did you get up to last night ? CARYS : I can't really remember. Mullered I was. IVAN : Gotta go. Tony needs a van by nine. You in tonight ? Carys nods and Ivan kisses her on the head then leaves the house. Carys sits, near catatonic. INT. THE HUB Jack scans a transparent mapped board with a green laser. GWEN : So what's this supposed to do ? JACK : I'm using satellite tracking data to determine the inward trajectory of the meteorite. TOSHIKO : He means he's trying to find out where it's come from. JACK : Hey, sometimes a little techno-babble is good for the soul. GWEN : So this is like a route planner. TOSHIKO : Not far off. GWEN : Rhys, my boyfriend, is a transport manager; he does this sort of stuff but on a slightly smaller scale. TOSHIKO : You have a boyfriend ? GWEN : Yeah, have you ? TOSHIKO : Don't have time with this job. GWEN : What about you, you seeing anyone ? OWEN : You gotta be joking. I can get all the grief I need 'ere. GWEN : None of you have partners ? OWEN : Just you newbie. GWEN : I'm not being rude or anything; well maybe I am, but how do you switch off from all this stuff ? What do you do to relax ? OWEN : I t*rture people in happy relationships. INT. CARYS' BATHROOM Carys crouches in the shower crying. INT. THE HUB TOSHIKO : The gas traces have been named as vorax or ceronium. JACK : Great my two favourite gases. Check to find out what we know about them. Gwen looks at Toshiko's computer. GWEN : What's this doing ? TOSHIKO : I've taken an image of the girl from the CCTV footage and cross referenced with the UK population. GWEN : You can't have every face in the UK on there that would be against civil liberties, data protection, all that stuff. JACK : Still doing that ‘you’ instead of ‘we’ thing. OWEN : 119 suspects, this thing is supposed to give us a single clear match. TOSHIKO : The CCTV was too low res, I've tried magnifying and augmenting but it just breaks up which means the software can't function properly. IANTO : It's narrowed the numbers down, I could check through the rest. You know, the old fashioned way, with my eyes. GWEN : What about the fingerprints I took of the alleyway wall ? She checks. After a moment the computer screen shows ‘no matches found’. GWEN : It was a long sh*t. OWEN : Just a bit. GWEN : At least I'm trying to do something. OWEN : No you're trying to do anything. JACK : The CCTV must've picked up her arrival at the club. Tosh can you re-format the image recognition software to trace her journey backwards via the street camera network ? TOSHIKO : I'll try but it'll take a while to process. Every possible turn, on every street corner. It means hundreds of thousands of probabilities. JACK : Have a go. At least we'll know where she started the evening. GWEN : We could cross reference that with the addresses of the remaining face matches. OWEN : Good one Newbie, that's a bit more like it. INT. CARYS' BEDROOM Carys sits at her dressing table brushing her hair. She clutches her stomach and cries out 3 times, each time louder, more pained. The alien inside. The doorbell rings and the pain eases, fresh food for the alien. Carys runs downstairs. GAVIN : You're keeping that website in business. The postman, Gavin, hands her a parcel. Carys slams the door and she feverishly begins removes his belt. GAVIN : …so your dad's not in then. CARYS : Get your clothes off ! She pushes him onto the sofa. GAVIN : Steady Carys. She straddles him. GAVIN : Ok that's enough. Joke over. Barry's put you up to this has he ? CARYS : Shut up ! The door of the lounge opens and Jack enters. He is wearing white overalls and a gas mask. He points his g*n at Carys. Toshiko enters behind him and Gwen and Owen come through the front door. GAVIN : What's going on ? JACK : Put your trousers on and get out !… Now ! Gavin leaves. JACK : It always breaks my heart to say those words. TOSHIKO : Air quality is ok. They remove their gas masks. As Gwen removes hers Carys runs past. JACK : Gwen, look out ! Carys reaches the door. Owen throws a device on the floor. A beam of light shines upwards from the device and imprisons Carys. GWEN : What's that ? OWEN : It's a sort of inflatable cell. Power runs down after an hour though, the battery lives are bollocks. JACK : Who said you could use that ? OWEN : (Looking hopeful) Erm, I just stopped the prisoner escaping. JACK : You know the rules. None of that stuff leaves the building without my express permission. OWEN : Fine, don't thank me. Jack releases Carys with his wrist cuff and Gwen takes her by the shoulders. GWEN : Come with us. INT. THE HUB They enter the hub, Gwen leading Carys. JACK : See what you find out from her. GWEN : But aren't you gonna help me ? I don't know what I'm doing. JACK : Usually better if you don't say that in front of the prisoner. Gwen takes Carys to the cell block and puts her in a cell. CARYS : Are you MI5 ? Where am I ? What’d want ? GWEN : I think you know Carys. CARYS : How do you know my name ? I've never been in trouble. What do you want from me ? GWEN : I know there's something living inside you, and I know what it made you do. His name was Matt Stephens, his parents lost their only child at three o’ seven this morning. Carys cries out in pain as the alien takes control. CARYS : You broke my ship. GWEN : Come on then. Where are you from and why are trying to inv*de earth because you forget about enslaving us. CARYS : Who said anything about enslaving ? GWEN : Well that's what you lot do… Aliens, isn't it ? CARYS : No. I just want the energy, the climax. I live off that energy. GWEN : Right, just to recap, you've travelled here to feed off orgasmic energy. CARYS : There's nothing else out there like it. You taste so good, you're the best h*t there is. Carys cries out is trown against the cell wall as she fights to regain control. Gwen opens the cell door to check on her. CARYS : Help me. Please get it out of me. Gwen helps Carys to her feet then looks confused for a second. Carys pushes Gwen against the wall and starts to kiss her. CUT TO : Owen sitting at his station watching the CCTV footage of Carys’ cell. OWEN : Hello, happy birthday me. CUT TO CELL : Gwen and Carys kiss passionately. Gwen commenting in pauses. GWEN : Ok first contact with an alien not quite the way I expected. INT. THE HUB - OWEN’S STATION Owen continues to watch the CCTV and calls Toshiko and Jack over. OWEN : Oi, you lot. Treat. TOSHIKO : Wow. JACK : Wow. OWEN : I thought she had a boyfriend. JACK : You people and your quaint little categories. TOSHIKO : We should really get her out of there. They stand watching the screen. JACK : (Not moving) Yeah… I mean yeah, come on. Jack runs towards the cell block. OWEN : Just recording it first. They go to the cells. INT. CARYS' CELL CARYS : No, it's no good. It has to be a man. Gwen tries to kiss Carys and is pushed away. Carys cries out in pain. CARYS : Promise me, promise me you'll help me. Gwen’s phone rings and she backs pout of the cell. GWEN : I promise. Gwen closes the door and answers the phone. GWEN : Hi. RHYS : (on phone) Not still at work ? Jack and Toshiko arrive in the cell block entrance. GWEN : Afraid so. Jack mimes asking Gwen if she is ok. She winks and gives him a thumbs up. RHYS : What time will you be back, I'm just about to start cooking. GWEN : Not really sure when I'll be finished though. RHYS : Is it exciting though ? Is it full of excitement ? GWEN : Err... some... RHYS : Is now a good time ? GWEN : Not the best. RHYS : Oh pity me; I'm a special ops widow. GWEN : I'll call you later. Gwen hangs up. She holds the phone to her and backs against the clear front of another cell. The weevil jumps at the glass growling, she screams and backs away then exits the cell block. INT. THE HUB Gwen enters the main hub and meets Owen who claps at her. OWEN : Way to go newbie, that is what I call a methodical investigation. I can't wait to see you take down her particulars. Gwen runs at him and grabs his lapels, pushing him against a wall. OWEN : What are you doing ? Get off me. GWEN : That girls body has been over run by I don't know what and you think it's a joke ! OWEN : Alright, Jesus I'm sorry. GWEN : We should be helping her; she's not some lab rat. OWEN : No she's a m*rder and you were the one who wanted her caught. How come suddenly she's your best friend ? Jack appears next to them from the corner. JACK : You know strictly speaking, throttling the staff is my job. Gwen lets Owen go. Ianto arrives with takeaway food. Owen moves his neck, sore. IANTO : So who's for Chinese ? INT. THE HUB - BOARD ROOM The team sits around the table eating. Jack is telling a story and laughing. JACK : ...she says, she says if I'd known what he was I never would have married him. TOSHIKO : She knew, she knew all along. OWEN : She did definitely, she didn't care. IANTO : Until he started leaving black piles of mucus in the bath tub. JACK : Oh that was the big giveaway. Aliens have no sense of household hygiene. Jack takes a drink then taps the table. JACK : Which reminds me, gotta pee. Jack exit’s the room. The remaining team look at Gwen. OWEN : So what's he told ya ? GWEN : What about ? TOSHIKO : Himself. GWEN : You've been here longer than I have. TOSHIKO : We were banking on you. OWEN : You're a copper. You're trained to ask questions. GWEN : You don't know anything ? OWEN : Not who is, where he's from, nothing. Except him being gay. GWEN : No he's not. Really do you think ? TOSHIKO : No. Owen does, and I don't. IANTO : And I don't care. OWEN : Period military is not the dress code of a straight man. GWEN : I think it suits him. Sort of classic. TOSHIKO : Exactly. I’ve watched him in action, he'll shag anything if it's gorgeous enough. GWEN : We know he's from America right ? OWEN : We don't even no that for sure. TOSHIKO : No US citizen by the name of Jack Harkness born in the last fifty years. GWEN : Maybe his identity's classified. IANTO : He used to be something big in the CIA, that's what I reckon. GWEN : He must have his reasons for wanting to keep things secret. OWEN : Sure he does. Not stop me wanting to know what they are. GWEN : What's that sound ? They notice the sound of crying coming from the CCTV footage of Carys' cell. Jack re-enters the room again, Gwen gets up and walks over to the screen, concerned and upset. GWEN : What are we doing having Chinese while a girl fights for her life ? JACK : Actually while we've been eating the computers have been running a full bio-scan of Carys; profiling her blood, metabolism, organs, skin, the works. So we can see what effect the alien is having on her. They've also been taking samples of the air in the cell so we can analyse any changes in the environment around her. Now is that enough ? Do you want more ? Cos, err... it gets kinda borin‘... GWEN : You've been hidden down here to long. Spending so much time with the alien stuff, you've lost what it means to be human. JACK : So remind us…Tell me what it means to be human in the 21st century. GWEN : Alright. INT. THE HUB Gwen is at her station working on the computer. She starts printing off details and pictures of Carys' life. Gwen presents the information to Jack. GWEN : Carys Fletcher born, November 30th 1987. School reports, personnel reports from her temping agency, swimming badges from when she was 6, reports of her mother's death in a car crash when she was 10, and last years emails discussing the relative merits of Orlando Bloom and Heith Ledger. JACK : Why have you done this ? GWEN : This isn't about meteorites or gases. We have a trapped girl and we have to save her. When I was with her in the cell Carys told me she was losing. We have to find a way to keep her fighting, remind of who she is. Jack sits and stares at her. GWEN : Have I got something on my face ? JACK : No, err... it's just…it's… brilliant. You are brilliant. Jack appears genuinely pleased with her work. GWEN : Thank you. So I think we should bring in her dad. JACK : You're kidding right ? GWEN : We've gotta find something to connect with her, make her fight back. JACK : Our priority is to contain the alien thr*at, not to put civilians in a cell with it. GWEN : We should be helping her. JACK : Gwen there is no… GWEN : ...If we don't, who will Jack ? JACK : Are you always this awkward ? TOSHIKO : (over the intercom from her station) You should take a look at this. Gwen and Jack go over to Toshiko. TOSHIKO : This is the normal composition of the air in that cell. And these are the readings from the last hour. An increase in activity in the air is shown on screen. TOSHIKO : The alien is secreting an ultra powerful form of air born pheromones, sex pheromones. A thousand times more than anything we would've experienced. JACK : She's a walking aphrodisiac. GWEN : I did wonder why i… actually I sort of snogged her. JACK and TOSH : We know. JACK : Now, still wanna put her father in the cell ? GWEN : God no. We can't let any man near. TOSH and GWEN : Owen ! INT. CARYS' CELL Toshiko and Gwen go to the cells. Owen is standing naked in Carys’ cell, Carys has gone. TOSHIKO : (over intercom) Jack, Carys is out of the cell. OWEN : Cheeky bitch took my swipe card. JACK : I'll deal with it. And tell Owen he needs to work on the abs a bit harder. Toshiko opens the cell door for Owen and he exit’s the cell. OWEN : I was taking some readings, keeping an eye on her and bang... TOSHIKO : You got away lightly, be thankful she was only interested in your swipe card. GWEN : Are you alright now, or are you still feeling a bit of a cock ? INT. THE HUB Carys wanders around the main hub, Jack finds her. JACK : No exit, sorry. Jack blocks Carys’ exit. She runs back and tries to open some double doors behind a table but they are. She stands on one side of the table, Jack on the other, teasing him in which way she will go. They see a Kn*fe on the table between them and both lung for the w*apon at the same time. Carys gets there first and swipes at Jack who ducks. JACK : Yeah, you want a little rough and tumble huh ? Carys’ swipes at him again and Jack picks up a pole from the table. JACK : Well lets make it a fair fight ! Jack backs Carys against a pillar with the bar and Carys manages to cut his leg. Jack stoops clutching the cut and Carys uses the time to run. They fight briefly and Carys pushes a wheeled chair at Jack. He jumps it. CARYS : You won't stop me. Carys runs back down the stairs and Jack goes the other way to block her exit, prepared to fight. Carys picks up the jar with the hand. JACK : Put it down ! It's worthless to anyone but me ! Down now, or I'll sh**t ! Jack draws his g*n, but allows her to walk past him towards the exit, still carrying the hand. CARYS : So sh**t me, you say you will, but the eyes say won't ! I'm going, don't stop me ! Carys pauses, in pain, fighting the alien. CARYS : Please, help me. Jack is briefly sympathetic and Carys enters the lift. The doors close and Jack runs up the stairs. Jack reaches the top at almost the same moment as Carys and runs after her. They enter the Tourist Information Office where Ianto is waiting. IANTO : Need me to do any attacking sir ? JACK : Appreciate the offer. Just open the door. Jack holsters his g*n as Ianto opens the door. JACK : Now give me the jar. Jack holds out his hands for the jar with the hand. Carys pauses and then throws the jar on the desk where it smashes and rolls to the floor. Jack cries out in anguish and grabs the hand. Gwen and Toshiko enter notice Jack holding the twitching hand then run after Carys, searching for her but she has gone. INT. THE HUB They discuss Carys. GWEN : After all I said a severed hand is more important to you than Carys' life ? JACK : You wanna prove yourself ? Find her. Get your old pals in the police to do something useful for once. GWEN : Alright I'll give them a call. Put out an APB. Woman possessed by gas, nobbin' fellas to death. Jack rolls his eyes. Owen enters. OWEN : Oi, you better get in 'ere. They follow him into the autopsy room and watch him from the balcony as he stands behind his table. On the table sits a rat inside a glass t*nk. OWEN : So I was trying to interpret the results of the bio-scan., yeah but it's all just a mess, like there's no definitive readings; because everything in her body keeps changing, nothing stays constant. So as soon as you think you've got something clear, the metabolic rate, blood pressure or whatever, it all goes wild again. JACK : Because she's fighting the alien being for control over her own body. OWEN : Yeah so anyway I decided to do a comparative diagnostic, recreate the circumstances, accelerate the process a little. See what's gonna happen to Carys. GWEN : Yeah, thanks. OWEN : I infected the rat with a combination of the vorax and the ceronium gas traces we found down at the crash site and at the nightclub. TOSHIKO : Looks fine so far. OWEN : Once the gases start to flow round the body, the party really starts. The heart rate triples, the brain triples pressing against the side of the skull, as that keeps the lungs begin to shrink making it impossible to breathe and…the pressure increases on all the internal organs until… The rat explodes into a bloody mess in the glass t*nk. OWEN : Rat jam ! JACK : That's what's going to happen to Carys ? GWEN : I'm losing, that's what she said to me. OWEN : Right now it's a struggle between where Carys ends and the alien begins. EXT. A STREET IN CARDIFF Carys walks down the street, everywhere she looks couples are affectionate or there are posters with erotic images. INT. THE HUB GWEN : We have to think like her. Put ourselves in her place. It's the only way to find her. JACK : Except we don't know what her controlling impulse is right now. Carys, or the alien inside ? Last thing I saw was a fight for control. TOSHIKO : The overriding factor for the parasite is to have sex. It's a survival instinct, it's bound to be the s strongest drive. GWEN : Alright say your Carys, you're desperate for sex because that's what the thing inside you needs, but you know it will k*ll, where would you go ? OWEN : I'd come round and shag you. What ? It's a joke. Can't I ever have a joke with my team mates ? TOSHIKO : Right now, no. JACK : So what're we talking about ? Brothels, lap dance clubs, anywhere there's eager men. TOSHIKO : I know what I'd do. INT. EDDIE'S FLAT - DAY Carys has gone to visit her ex-boyfriend, Eddie. EDDIE : What the hell are you doing here ? You look a bit wired. CARYS : I had to see you. EDDIE : You shoulda called, Betha might've been in. CARYS : I could k*ll you. EDDIE : I could bloody k*ll you. What the hell was that message you left on my mobile last night ? Sounded like you were off your face. CARYS : If I wanted to, I could k*ll you, now. EDDIE : Look…I told you, I'm not leaving Betha. You're a lovely girl, but it's just not gonna happen. CARYS : You were my first, see. I never told you coz I thought you'd laugh, and you're crap. All you want to is to come and you don't care what's underneath. EDDIE : Oh yeah, have a go, get it outta your system. Carys suddenly clutches her stomach and leans over, fighting still. CARYS : Do you love me Eddie ? Did you ever love me ? EDDIE : Nah. CARYS : You could've saved yourself. Carys grabs Eddie and kisses him. EDDIE : What ? INT. EDDIE’S FLAT - LATER Jack and Gwen enter the flat, Carys has already gone. GWEN : We're too late. JACK : Tosh was right though. She went for the ex-boyfriend. Lucky she's young. Work your way through my back catalogue and we'll be here 'til the sun explodes. Jack leaves, followed by Gwen. GWEN : So where's she gonna go next ? JACK : And how long before that thing destroys her body. INT. TORCHWOOD SUV - NIGHT JACK : So what's our next move ? OWEN : Stop the entire city of Cardiff from shagging. GWEN : Put bromide in the water supply. JACK : No. To h*t and miss. OWEN : Yeah and the water company got really pissed off the last time we did that. Gwen looks at him slightly shocked. TOCHIKO : It could've picked any body in Cardiff, why her ? GWEN : Just assumed it was random. JACK : Demanding Carys' life to get what it needs. OWEN : So what else do we know about her to give us leads ? JACK : Anything you can think of ? GWEN : What're you all looking at me for ? OWEN : You did all the profiling. GWEN : I don't know, sorry ! OWEN : She's really great under pressure. JACK : There's gotta be something. What did you say Carys' job was ? GWEN : Just a temp. A receptionist. JACK : Where's she working at the moment ? TOSHIKO : I could pull her employment files up… Conway clinic. OWEN : You're joking ! JACK : What's the problem ? OWEN : It's a bloody fertility clinic. Sperm donors, an unlimited supply of orgasmic energy without all the build up. JACK : Perfect h*t. Jack turns the car round and heads to the clinic. INT. CONWAY CLINIC RECEPTIONIST : Carys, you're not on today are you ? CARYS : It needs more, the energy it's not lasting. RECEPTIONIST : Sorry... Carys punches the receptionist in the face. Over the intercom a voice says “Mr Turnstone, room number 1 is ready now.” A man enters the room. Carys takes the sample pot from him. Off camera a scream is heard. INT. TORCHWOOD SUV Jack hands Gwen a g*n. GWEN : What's this for ? JACK : Need a diagram ? GWEN : I've never used a g*n. JACK : You were in the police. GWEN : I was on the b*at. JACK : Carry it and make sure you don't need to use it. INT. A ROOM IN CONWAY CLINIC Carys is in the room with another donor. MAN : I'm asking for you to get out. CARYS : Just relax, I can help. MAN : I don't think so love, I'm gay ! INT. TORCHWOOD SUV GWEN : What do we do if we find her ? How are we going to get that thing out of her ? TOSHIKO : Judging by the test results the gas needed a host because prolonged exposure to our atmosphere is poisonous to it. So bodies are the perfect environment. JACK : So if we isolate it from Carys' body... OWEN : It won't survive for long. JACK : Sounds like we have ourselves a plan. GWEN : Force it to die. OWEN : Just like it did to those poor blokes. GWEN : What about Carys ? OWEN : Better start praying we get to her in time. INT. CONWAY CLINIC The Torchwood team enter the clinic. JACK : Out ! Out ! Get as far away as you can ! The men in the clinic leave as ordered. They search the building for men and for Carys. They enter rooms, g*n leading, searching but in each room they find only piles of ash. GWEN : Oh god, how many more ? OWEN : (shouted out of sh*t) In 'ere ! They all enter the room and surround Carys. JACK : Nowhere to run. He points his g*n at Carys. CARYS : All the sex, all we see, all we think. So much beauty and so much fear. We want it but we're so afraid of… She cries out and collapses onto the floor, Gwen moves to her to assist. OWEN : The strain on her body is too much. Any second now, she's rat jam. CARYS : One more. Each time is less, each time the feelings weaker. Once more, make me feel alive. Make me feel human. She shakes Gwen, desperate. GWEN : I can't. JACK : I can. Jack moves to Carys and crouches before her. Gwen moves away. GWEN : Jack… JACK : I've got some surplus of a life, I'm giving it away. Jack places his hands on her cheeks. JACK : You really wanna feel something ? Jack kisses Carys. OWEN : What's he doing ? TOSHIKO : I dunno. Carys glows with golden light, similar to the orgasmic energy. JACK : That was just a kiss; imagine the buzz you'd get from the rest. Carys collapses. JACK : Wasn't exactly the reaction I anticipated. OWEN : Her body won't last much longer. GWEN : Use me. Leave Carys, take my body as host… Gwen her hands behind Carys' head. GWEN : Just let her live. Jack takes Gwen’s arm to stop her. GWEN : I'm stronger than she is, I'll live longer, you might be able to save me. I dunno… JACK : Ok. TOSHIKO : Jack. You can't let her… JACK : Like she said, she's responsible for this. Gwen stands and makes demands of the alien inhabiting Carys. GWEN : Come on do it, leave her… The gas leaves Carys' body. It stops in front of Gwen for a second. Gwen closes her eyes. Jack gets the inflatable cell and it encloses the gas. Gwen opens her eyes. OWEN : How long can it survive in there ? TOSHIKO : It's pretty weak. Why ? OWEN : Bit worried about how long that battery will last for. GWEN : Look…it's dying. The gas disappears leaving a pile of dust behind it, the battery dies in the cell just after. Jack picks up and handful of the dust and then lets it trickle through his fingers. JACK : Travel halfway across the universe for the greatest sex and still end up dying alone. Gwen bends down next to Jack, she leans over and puts her hand under his chin lifting his head slightly, and kisses him lightly on the lips. GWEN : Thank you. She gets up and walks away. Jack stops for a second, he breathes and then turns to watch her leave, he then places a finger on his lips. INT. CARYS' HOUSE Gwen brings in Carys, Jack is standing behind her dad. Her dad greets and hugs her. Jack smiles at Gwen. INT. THE HUB Gwen is taking down her display on Carys' life. Jack walks in. JACK : Still here ? Everybody else is off doing… whatever it is they do when they're not here. GWEN : How long you been there ? He shrugs and smiles, she smiles back and continues taking down the papers. GWEN : I wanted to finish off. JACK : Do one thing for me. Don't let the job consume you. You have a life, perspective, we need that. Gwen finishes taking down the papers and puts her hands on her hips. GWEN : Who are you Jack ? JACK : I'm sorry. GWEN : You can't die. You tell me the 21st century is when it all changes... hat we have to be ready. JACK : So you do. GWEN : But how can you know ? JACK : You think knowing the answers will make you feel better ? GWEN : Who are you, what are you doing here ? JACK : Go home Gwen Cooper. Eat lasagne, kiss your boyfriend, be normal… forme. INT. GWEN’S HOUSE Gwen and Rhys eat dinner – lasagne. Rhys is talking about work, Gwen is not listening. RHYS : Am I boring you ? GWEN : Sorry. RHYS : Too good now to care about transport routes are we ? He smiles and Gwen kisses him. GWEN : Let's go to bed. FLYOVER CARDIFF BAY END

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