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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