[Scott] Previously on Teen Wolf...
That puts Matt at the scene of three murders.
[Scott] We know it's Matt.
- Just do what he says. - [Melissa screams]
What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?
[Matt] That's what Jackson's for.
[hisses]
Your mother wrote this note.
I don't know how I could sit until someone paid for her death.
[Deaton] What Peter managed to do doesn't come without a price.
He's going to come at you, Derek.
[Scott] It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
I've done everything that you've asked of me.
Help your friends.
Leave Matt and Jackson to me.
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 actually kind of peaceful.
Are you saying you hope Matt felt some peace in his last moments?
[sighs]
I don't feel sorry for him.
Can you feel sorry for the nine-year-old Matt who drowned?
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 killing 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.
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.
Have you talked to him since that night?
No, not really.
I mean, he's got his own problems to deal with though.
[door closes]
[Scott] Mom.
Mom, we're gonna have to talk about this eventually.
[sighs] Okay.
I'm going.
I love you.
[footsteps fading]
I don't think he's talked to Allison either.
But that might be more her choice, you know.
Her mom dying hit 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.
[Morrell] And what about you, Stiles?
Feeling some anxiety about that championship game tomorrow night?
Why would you ask me that?
Ah.
Uh, no.
I... I never actually play.
But hey, since one of my teammates is dead
and another one's missing, who knows, right?
You mean Isaac.
One of the three runaways.
You haven't heard from any of them, have you?
How come you're not taking any notes on this?
I do my notes after the session.
Your memory's that good?
How about we get back to you?
Stiles?
I'm fine.
Yeah, aside from the not sleeping, the jumpiness,
the constant overwhelming, crushing fear
that something terrible's about to happen.
It's called hypervigilance, the persistent feeling
of being under threat.
But it's not just a feeling, though.
It's... It's like it's a panic attack.
You know, like I can't even breathe.
[Morrell] Like you're drowning?
Yeah.
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?
Well, you do anyway.
It's a reflex.
But if you hold off until that reflex kicks in,
you have more time, right?
Not much time.
But more time to fight your way to the surface?
I guess.
More time to be rescued?
More time to be in agonizing pain.
And did you forget about the part where you feel like
your head's exploding?
If it's about survival, isn't a little agony worth it?
And what if it just gets worse?
What if it's agony now and then...
then it's just hell later on?
Then think about something Winston Churchill once said.
"If you're going through hell, keep going."
[hissing]
[choking]
[Kanima hisses]
[Gerard] As you can see, Scott,
there's been some interesting developments lately.
I think we should catch up.
[music playing]
- [gasping] - [hissing]
Come on, Scott, let's be realistic about who's got the upper hand here.
Let her go.
[Gerard] Can't do that.
But let her live?
That's up to you.
What do you want?
I want to talk.
You haven't been answering your phone.
Let her go, and we can talk about whatever you want.
I want the same thing that I have always wanted.
I want Derek and his pack.
You have them all in hiding.
How am I supposed to know where they are?
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.
[hisses]
Why do you think I'm able to control him?
Oh, you know the myth, Scott.
The Kanima is a weapon of vengeance.
This is about Kate?
[sighs] I didn't just come here to bury my daughter.
I came to avenge her.
[choking]
[coughing]
[Scott] Are you okay?
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.
Mom, it's not that easy.
Do what he wants.
Just give him what he wants.
I don't know if I can.
Derek told us to be back before sunup.
I thought I heard something.
Look, if we're gonna do that whole
"I thought I heard something" thing, then we shouldn't be stopping.
- We should be running. - No, listen.
[wolf howling]
Coyote?
Wolf?
No, it can't be.
There are no wolves in California.
No, but there are werewolves.
That didn't sound like Derek.
- Maybe it was... - [wolves howling]
[growling]
You decided.
When?
Tonight.
[Boyd] Everyone's gonna be at the game.
And we figured it was the best time.
It's not like we want to.
What do you want?
Since I just turned 16 a month ago,
I wouldn't mind getting my license.
I can't do that if I'm dead, you know.
Well, I told you there was a price.
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.
You wanna look for another pack?
How are you even gonna find one?
We think we already did.
[dog barks]
[door chime rings]
Would you mind seeing who that is?
[dogs barking]
[dog whimpers]
It's okay, Isaac.
We're open.
Like, all of a sudden we heard all this howling.
It was unbelievable.
There must have been a dozen of them.
[Erica] Maybe more.
Yeah, or maybe only two.
You know what the beau geste effect is?
If they modulate their howls with a rapid shift in tone,
two wolves can sound like 20.
Look that doesn't matter, okay?
There's another pack out there.
There's got to be.
We've made up our minds.
[Boyd] We lost, Derek.
And it's over.
We're leaving.
No.
No, you're running.
And once you start, you don't stop.
You'll always be running.
I expected a slightly warmer welcome.
But point taken.
[dog whimpering]
Why does it smell like that?
[chuckles]
What?
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.
He's not getting better, is he?
[dog whimpers]
Like cancer.
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.
[veins cracking]
What did I do?
You took some of his pain away.
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.
[chuckles]
[dog whimpers]
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.
What do you want?
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?
Sure.
Let's talk.
[groans]
They're leaving tonight, during the game.
So, why are you telling me?
I'm not telling you. I'm asking you.
I'm asking for your advice.
From me? Why?
Because I trust you.
Why?
Because you always seem to want to do the right thing.
I usually have no idea what I'm doing.
Actually I always have no idea what I'm doing.
Hmm. Do you want to let me know what you're doing right now?
I'm not going anywhere, if that's what you mean.
I have too many people here who need me.
Well, I guess that makes me lucky, 'cause... 'cause I don't have anyone.
So...
Are you gonna go with them?
Yeah.
Yeah, I think I will.
Good luck with the game though.
Well, thanks, but I'm not... I'm not going either.
Can't even think about playing some meaningless game right now.
You weren't at practice last week, were you?
No, I skipped it. Why?
And you didn't hear?
Hear what?
Jackson was there.
What do you mean "there"?
- Like, he was-- - As if nothing had happened.
But...
- That means... The game tonight? - Yeah.
He's playing.
[rock music playing]
[man] Whoo!
[woman] Yeah, go, Cyclones!
You okay, dude?
I'm perfect.
[chuckles] 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.
[indistinct chatter]
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.
[Finstock on bullhorn] "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."
What?
"Mankind... that word should have new meaning for all of us today."
What the hell is he talking about?
He does this every year.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
"We're fighting for our right to live."
[all] Yeah!
Wait, is this...
Yeah, it's the speech from Independence Day.
- Mmm-hmm. - [triumphant music playing]
"But as the day the world declared in one voice..."
Coach's favorite movie.
"We will not go quietly into the night!"
He doesn't know any sports speeches?
I don't think he cares.
"Today we celebrate our independence day!"
[all] Yeah!
[players whooping]
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 beat this team.
Get out there and murder them.
[Finstock] You heard the man.
Asses on the field!
[all] Yeah!
Coach, are you benching me?
It's not my decision.
But I have to play.
McCall, you're failing three classes.
Academics come first.
Coach, you don't get it.
You have to let me play.
McCall, no. Not tonight.
Tonight, you're on the bench.
[grunts]
[groans]
[gasps]
You don't... [coughs] 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. Hit me, hit 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.
Hit me if it would make you feel better.
After all, I did say that I wanted to help.
You can't help me.
Your dad coming?
Yeah, he's already here.
- [exhales] - You seen Allison?
No, you seen Lydia?
Not yet.
You know what's going on?
[exhales] Not yet.
It's going to be bad, isn't it?
I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives,
blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?
Looks like it.
Scott, the other night seeing my dad get hit 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 could do.
I can't...
It's okay.
We're losing, dude.
[Finstock] 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. - What?
- What happened to Greenberg? - What happened to Greenberg?
He sucks.
You suck slightly less.
I'm playing?
On the field?
With the team?
Yes, unless you'd rather play with yourself.
I already did that today, twice.
Get the hell out there!
All right.
Oh, no.
Why is my son running on the field?
Because he's on the team?
- He is. - Mmm-hmm.
He's on the team. He's... he's on the field.
My son is on the field!
Oh, dear God.
[clears throat]
[Gerard echoing] Scott, can you hear me?
Ah, you can. Good.
Then listen closely because the game is about to get interesting.
[engine revving]
[Chris] Play it again.
[recording of wolves howling plays]
[engines revving]
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 kill 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?
Oh, God.
[clears throat]
[Gerard] Or should I do everyone a favor and kill 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.
[blows whistle]
See?
Prime example right here.
I'm not healing as fast.
Coming back from the dead 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.
[scoffs]
Why would I want help from a total psycho?
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.
[whistle blows]
[crowd cheers]
[laughs]
[groans]
[crowd exclaims]
He's probably just warming up.
Ooh, I got it, I got it, I got it.
I got it, I got it.
[thud]
Oh, he's just a little nervous.
Plenty of time to turn it around.
Ow.
[crowd booing]
[whistle blows]
Sit down, McCall.
But, coach, we're dying out there.
Oh, I'm aware of that.
Now sit.
[sighs]
You came to help.
I came to win.
- [Erica] Come on! - [Boyd grunts]
Run!
[engine revving]
[Boyd] Run!
[panting]
- Run! - [Erica] Come on!
[screams]
[Chris] Allison, wait.
[Erica] No!
No, no, run.
Go.
Go!
You got a plan yet?
No, right now it's pretty much just keep Jackson from killing anyone.
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.
How do we do that?
He's got a bench full of guys he can use before he ever puts me on the field.
[crowd booing]
Can you do it without putting anyone in the hospital?
[exhales]
I can try.
[whistle blows]
[crowd cheering]
- [thud] - [crowd groans]
[Finstock] Lahey!
Ramirez!
You're in.
- [crowd cheering] - [whistle blows]
[crowd cheering]
[whistle blows]
Murphy.
You're in.
[whistle blows]
[crowd exclaims]
Oh!
[Finstock] Lahey!
Seriously, what the hell is your problem?
[whistle blows]
[grunts]
[arrow clatters]
[gasps]
[groans]
[growls]
- [snarls] - [arrow whistles]
[crying]
- [arrow whistles] - [Boyd grunts]
Stop.
[whistle blows]
[crowd cheering]
[crowd exclaims]
[gasps]
It's not broken. [groans] But I can't move it.
I think Jackson nicked me 'cause I can feel it spreading.
[Gerard echoing] You want to play chess, Scott?
Then you better be willing to sacrifice your own pawns.
One, two, three.
McCall.
Either you're in or we forfeit.
[Scott] Okay.
Something's happening, isn't it?
Something more than a lacrosse game?
You should go.
Oh, I'm not going anywhere.
But 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.
I will.
[crying] Stop!
Please, Allison, stop!
[gunshot]
[growls softly]
[crowd cheering]
[grunts]
[Gerard echoing] 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.
You owe me a new bow.
You owe me an explanation.
[scoffs] For what?
I caught them.
Me.
"Caught" came very close to kill.
And that's not the way we do this.
Maybe it's not the way you do it.
I think my way worked out pretty well.
Allison...
Hey, Grandpa, it's me.
We got our two runaways.
Call us back.
[chuckles softly]
What?
It's just the first time I've heard you call him that.
[Isaac grunts]
[Gerard echoing] It was a good effort, Isaac.
It was.
[metal swishes]
This would be so much more poetic if it were halftime.
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.
How about you tell me something I don't know?
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.
What do you mean?
How to kill him?
Actually, how to save him.
[metal scraping]
- [crowd cheering] - [whistle blows]
[crowd groans]
McCall!
Where's McCall?
[whistle blows]
[crowd cheering]
[player] Where... where is it? Where's the ball?
Hey, who's got the ball?
Where did it go?
[Stiles] Oh, oh, oh.
[yelling]
[screaming]
Oh, crap.
[Stiles screams]
Stilinski!
Shoot it.
Shoot the ball!
Shoot it, you idiot!
Shoot it!
[cheering]
- Yay! - Yeah!
Yeah! Yes!
Whoo-hoo!
I scored a goal?
I scored a goal!
Where is he?
[crowd cheering]
Yeah!
Whoo-hoo!
Yes! Yes!
Whoo!
There's a myth that you can cure a werewolf
simply by calling out its Christian name.
It's just a myth.
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.
It seeks a master.
And who else grows up with no pack?
No identity?
An orphan.
Like Jackson.
And right now, his identity
is disappearing beneath the reptilian skin,
- and you need to bring him back. - How?
Through his heart.
How else?
You know, in case you hadn't noticed,
Jackson doesn't really have too much of a heart to begin with.
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.
Lydia.
[crowd roaring]
Yeah!
[player] Yes!
Whoo-hoo!
[cheering]
Your best ally has always been anger, Derek, but what you lack most is heart.
That's why you've always known that you need Scott more than anyone.
And even somebody as burned and dead on the inside as me
knows better than to underestimate
the simple yet undeniable power of human love.
[buzzer sounds]
[crowd cheering]
We did it.
We won!
[cheering]
Yes.
Yeah! Yeah!
Nothing happened. Nothing.
[woman screams]
[Melissa echoing] Scott!
Scott, where are you?
[crowd clamoring]
Scott!
- Mom, Mom, Mom. Are you okay? - Scott!
Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine. But somebody is hurt.
- Somebody is down on the field. - What?
[Finstock] Get out of the way.
Move. Back off!
Move. Move.
[Lydia] Jackson?
What's happened to Jackson?
Jackson! Jackson!
Jackson, what's happening?
[Finstock] Can we get a medic over here?
We're gonna need a medic!
He's not breathing.
No pulse.
- [Scott] Nothing? - [Melissa] Nothing.
[Lydia] Oh, my God.
There's blood.
[crying] There's blood.
Look.
He did it to himself?
Get down here.
Get down here and hold his head. Tilt it up.
[gasps]
Where's Stiles? Where's my son?
Where...
Where's my... Where's my son?
Where's Stiles?
Where the hell is my son?
[music playing]