- What was that? - I don't know.
It's like you're immune.
- They're not gonna split us apart. - Not us.
Two's not enough for Derek, he needs at least three. So who's next?
Why does there have to be a next when we've got you?
I am not part of your pack.
They're coming back. So we don't have much time to talk.
- What is that? - Rubbing alcohol.
You don't want it to get infected, do you?
You will heal the same, just not as quickly, because of Derek.
How do you know all this? Actually, how do you know anything?
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.
Do you know what did it?
But the Argents will. And this is the crucial part,
they'll have some kind of record or book.
It will have descriptions,
histories, notations of all of the things they've discovered.
All of the things?
How many different things are there?
I'm starting to think I need to buy a more prominent "closed" sign.
Hello, Allen.
It's been a while.
The last I heard, you had retired.
Last I heard, you followed a code of conduct.
If you hadn't noticed, this body is one of ours.
I did.
I also noticed the gunpowder residue on his finger tips.
So don't assume I'll be swayed by your philosophy
just 'cause I'll answer a few questions.
He was only 24.
Killers come in all ages.
All ages, sizes, and shapes.
It's the last one that concerns us.
Tell us what you found.
You see this cut?
Precise. Almost surgical.
Relating to the spine.
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.
- Five for each finger. - Each claw.
As you can see, it dug in,
slashed upward,
eviscerating the lungs, slicing through the rib cage with ease.
Have you ever seen anything like this before?
Any idea at all what killed him?
But I can tell you it's fast, remarkably strong,
and has the capacity to render its victims essentially
helpless within seconds.
If you're saying we should be cautious, we get it.
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 killed him only wanted to kill him.
In fact,
killing may be its only purpose.
What do you think you're doing?
All I needed was a starter.
It looks like your whole exhaust system has got to be replaced.
Why do I get the feeling you are over estimating the damage?
It's probably run you around like $1,200 parts and labor.
Are you kidding? This thing doesn't even have a catalytic converter.
And yes, I know what a catalytic converter is.
Do you know what a limited-slip differential is?
It's gonna be more like $1,500.
Just finish.
I'll be back here.
Seething with fits of rage!
Nice. That's real sanitary.
Quality establishment you're running here.
Figures.
Help.
Help me.
911, what's your emergency?
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I didn't mean to scare you.
It's okay, I was just...
What are you expecting someone else?
I mean no.
Definitely not.
Good.
Then we can talk for a minute.
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 am choking down a cocktail of pills three 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, your aunt Kate,
died doing what she thought were right.
- Her intentions have been misguided. - A bit?
I like that.
You remind me of her.
She challenged me, too.
Is that what you want me to do? Challenge you?
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.
When that happens,
you have to know the trust you would never question is family!
Can I trust you, Allison?
Not "yeah".
Speak with conviction! Yes! Or no!
You can trust me.
I just walked in and saw the jeep on top of the guy, that's all.
What's wrong with your hand?
Nothing. Can I just get out of here now?
Look. If there's something you don't think you can tell me...
- You think I am lying? - No, of course not.
I am just worried about you.
If you saw someone do this,
if you're afraid maybe they're gonna come back
and make sure you don't say anything about it...
I didn't see anything.
At all.
Can I go now?
Not with your jeep.
I'm gonna have to impound it.
Sorry kid, evidence. I'll see you at home.
At least make sure they wash it.
You okay?
You were right.
It's not like you.
Its eyes were almost...
reptilian.
There was something about them.
What do you mean?
You know when you see like a friend in the Halloween mask...
But all you can see are their eyes?
And you feel like you know 'em but you can't figure out who it is?
You are saying you know who it is?
But I think it knew me.
Does anyone want to try not being completely predictable?
- That's the last time you do that. - Why? Because I'm a beta?
Because I've someone else in mind for you.
Are we done?
I've got about 100 bones that need a few hours to heal.
101.
You think I'm teaching you how to fight?
Look at me!
I am teaching you how to survive!
If they wanted us dead, why aren't they coming for us?
What are they waiting for?
I don't know.
But they're planning something. And you, especially,
know that's not our only problem.
That thing that killed Isaac's father killed someone else last night.
Until I find out what it is, you all need to learn everything I know.
As fast as I can teach you.
Time to get up.
Go away.
You're gonna be late for the appointment with the counselor.
Remember? We had a deal.
Remember? I told you I was fine.
What did you do?
What did you do to yourself?
Lydia, sweetheart.
Why did you do that?
- Nice gloves. - Thank you.
So, what's your brand of psychosis?
Really?
We are both here for something, we don't have to be ashamed of it.
I've an acute phobia of people prying into my personal life.
You?
Compulsively drawn to cute but narcissistic girls.
Are you ready, Lydia?
I'm so sorry about the other day.
I am trying.
We will get through this.
I know, because I love you.
I love you more than... I can't.
You and Allison have to find a better way to communicate.
You're the only one we can trust. Is she coming to the game tonight?
Okay, message complete.
Tell me about your boss?
He thinks that Allison's family keeps some kind of records
of all of the things they've hunted, like a book.
He probably means a beastiary.
- What? - A beastiary.
You mean bestiality.
Nope, pretty sure I don't.
It's like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures.
How am I the only one who doesn't know anything about this stuff?
You're my best friend, it's kind like a priority of mine.
If we can find it, and it can tell us what this thing is...
- And who. - We need that book!
You are not even French, are you?
French Canadian.
Which means you're Canadian. Who speaks French.
And seeing as I am placing my mental health in your hands,
how about you tell me what, as a French teacher,
qualifies you to be a counselor.
I have a masters in behavioral psychology,
and have done over 300 hours of field work.
Ça va bien.
If you're really fine, what are you doing here?
Appeasing my parents, so they don't take away my car keys.
Have you talked to your friends about what happened to you?
They're great.
Totally supportive.
Do you trust them?
- Implicitly. - Good.
- But, still be cautious. - Why?
Because sometimes people closest to you can be the ones holding you back the most?
Indeed.
Did you read that somewhere?
I don't know.
Maybe I heard it.
Sounds like whoever said it left an impression.
- Can you bring up the resolution on this? - Sure.
Whatever you find,
you need to keep it to yourself.
- What's on it? - It's just me in my room,
in bed.
I'm supposed to watch you in bed?
You remember I told you you're not my type?
Just do it.
And FYI,
I'm everyone's type.
- I think you mean... - No, I mean beastiary.
And I don't want to know what's going on in your heads.
- Can you describe this thing. - It's probably like a book.
- Old, worn. - Like, Bound in leather?
Seen her grandfather with a book like that.
Where does he keep it?
She says it has to be...
Office.
You know, drug dealers have been using disposable cellphones for years.
My parents check every call, e-mail and text message I send.
- Trust me, they'd find out. - Can you get the book?
Not without his keys.
I need to warn you by the way,
you might need to be a little patient with me.
- How come? - I'll probably have a lot of questions.
Seeing as I have never actually seen a lacrosse game before.
What the hell is this? I thought I could trust you.
Relax, it's my camera. He needed to ask me some questions.
- Mat's the one that found it anyway. - Found what?
There.
There what?
- It's an edit point. It's been looped. - Two hours worth.
- What does that mean? - That there's 2 hours of footage...
missing.
Come on! Is that thing even a teenager?
I want to see a birth certificate.
Who or what is that genetic experiment going on?
Eddie Abomowitz, coach.
- They call him "the abomination". - That's cute.
McCall, what the hell are you waiting for?
This is the semi-finals, run that roid-head in to the ground.
Me? You are the one who said I was a cheater.
And that freak of nature on the field is fair? Do something!
I can't, Alison's grandfather's here.
- I should have brought a warmer jacket. - You are cold, here, take my coat.
Are you sure?
Good God, is it always this violent?
I can't feel my legs.
- Does he belong to you? - No, mine is still on the field.
While I'm here, really wishing he would have stuck with tennis!
You're the yearbook photographer?
No, I just take pictures.
Just lacrosse, or other things?
Anything that catches my eye.
Lydia, what's wrong?
- Just go away. - What's wrong?
I don't need anyone seeing my cry.
Come on, Lydia.
You shouldn't care if people see you cry.
Especially you.
Why?
Because you look really beautiful when you cry.
How many fingers?
- Four. - Say two.
- Two. - Perfect, get out there. Go on!
Get out there. Have a stick.
You're still short one player, coach.
Where's Stilinski?
You! You play lacrosse?
Derek won't like this.
But I will.
We got ourselves a player!
You're gonna think I am crazy.
If you trust me on anything, you can trust me on this.
There is nothing you can say to me that will make you sound crazy.
Literally, nothing!
Can you just give me five minutes? I know, I'm sorry.
Just stay here, continue crying,
or not crying if you want, or whatever works for you.
But stay here, I'll be right back, and then we can talk...
About anything.
Just five minutes.
Book!
There's no book.
Nothing...
here.
The bigger they are,
the bigger they are.
What did you see at the mechanics garage?
Several alarming EPA violations I'm seriously considering reporting.
Holy God.
Let's try that again.
You need get off the field, your eyes. Someone's gonna see you.
Give it to McCall.
I'm fine. I'm healing.
The book?
It's not in his office. It's gotta be at the house.
Scott, your leg.
- Your leg is broken. - It's not for long.
Don't move.
It's okay.
I'm fine.
I could have sworn I literally heard bone breaking from where I sat.
- Heard it? I felt it. - Seriously, guys, I am fine.
- We should go. - Hold on.
I want to ask him one more thing.
All right, this thing was pretty slick-looking.
Skin's dark.
Kind of patterned.
I think I actually saw scales.
Is that enough?
Because I've somebody I need to talk to.
All right, fine, eyes.
Eyes are...
yellowish.
And slitted.
Has a lot of teeth. And it's got a tail, too.
Are we good?
What?
Have you seen it?
You have this look on your faces, like you know what I'm talking about.
Run!
Your neck...
Come on.
- Where's it at? Do you see it? - No.
Just hurry.
Call Scott!
Stiles, stop!
Where did it go?
Do you see it?
Maybe it took off.
Maybe not.
You are back.
- Dinner's almost ready. - How was the game?
Why don't you ask the star player?
All right.
Why is everyone so quiet?
Is it that uncomfortable that they dated?
Did you ask them if they would be uncomfortable?
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.
We're fine.
Right, Scott?
Totally fine.
Then why did you break up?
She dumped me?
- Will you get me out before I drown? - You worried about drowning?
Did you notice the thing out there with multiple rows of razor sharp teeth?
Did you notice I'm paralyzed, from the neck down, in 8 feet of water?
No, wait, I don't see it.
Wait, stop.
What's it waiting for?
No offense.
But I think
maybe Allison felt the two of you were just
growing apart.
As if the father's opinion isn't biased.
How do you know they weren't as passionate as Romeo & Juliet?
Romeo & Juliet committed suicide.
Could have used a little less passion.
- Can we talk about something else? - Brilliant idea.
How about you help me grab desert from the kitchen.
Do I need to fill you in the details,
what would happen to you, if he found out what we all know?
I'm kind of wondering what would happen to you, actually.
It wouldn't be very good for me.
But then I would have plenty of chances to redeem myself.
And that wouldn't be good for you.
Did you see that?
I don't think it can swim.
Do you mind if we were excused there's some notes
from English, I need to go over those with Scott.
I am not sure those are appropriate.
I am the one who's supposed to be old-fashioned here.
The two of you? Go!
Come here.
Hurry!
There goes that plan.
Wait. Actually...
Let me try something.
Do you wanna hit a few banks later?
Saumon, moutarde, crème fraîche.
- What is this? - A recipe.
It's a cookbook.
Two days to prepare. Worth it.
I don't think I can do this for long.
- No, don't even think about it. - Would you just trust me this once?
I'm the one keeping you alive, have you noticed that?
And when the paralysis wears off, who will be able to fight that thing?
That's why I've been holding you up for the last 2 hours?
If you don't trust me, I don't trust you.
But you need me to survive,
that's why you're not letting me go.
- Shut it off! - I'm sorry.
I can't talk right now.
Tell me you got it.
Without it, we've no idea what this thing is.
Where else do we look?
What haven't we thought of?
Maybe it's not a book.
Something else he keeps close to him.
I know where it is.
Principal Argent, Gerard.
Mr and Mrs Argent, thank you for dinner.
I just realized I've to pick up my mom from work.
I don't get t. What's not to like?
Stiles, where are you?
I need Gerard's keys, there's a USB drive on them.
That's the beastiary.
I can't stay up any longer. I need something to hold on to.
Is that even a language?
How are we supposed to figure out what this thing is?
It's called a kenema.
You knew the whole time?
Only when it was confused by its reflection.
- It doesn't know what it is. - Or who.
What else do you know?
Just stories, rumors.
But it's like us?
A shape-shifter,
but it's not right.
It's like a...
An abomination.
We need to work together on this.
- Maybe even tell the Argents? - You trust them.
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 killing people.
And we don't know anything about it.
I know one thing, I find it...
I'm gonna kill it!
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 dottering grandpa
who looks 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?
Perfect.
You're gonna do me a favor one of these days,
and you're gonna do it,
because if you don't, this knife goes in her.
I truly believe that it's so much easier
when bad things don't have to happen to good people.
Don't you agree?
You okay?
Yeah, fine.
Everything's fine.