Teen Wolf (2011–2017): Season 3, Episode 13 - Anchors - full transcript

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)

It will also have
an effect on the three of you.

It'll be a kind of a darkness.

I'm an alpha now.

(gasping)

(mumbling)
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)

Yeah, I was just dreaming.

It was weird. It was like
a dream within a dream.

A nightmare?

(sighs) Yeah.

Wait a second, Lydia.

What are you doing here?

(door creaks open)



Hang on.

Stiles, where are you going?

I'm just gonna close the door.

Just go back to sleep.

No, no, I should close it.

Don't worry about it.

What if someone comes in?

Like who?

Just go back to sleep, Stiles.

(whispers) No.
But what if they get in?

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)

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)

Hey, time to get up, kiddo.
Get your butt to school.

(exhales)

Scott:
And you couldn't wake up?

Nope, and
it was beyond terrifying.

You ever hear
of sleep paralysis?

Uh, no, do I want to?

Where you feel like you're about to
wake up but you can't move or talk?

Yeah. Yeah,
I've had that.

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.

That makes sense.

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.

And that's
the terrifying part.

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 take place.

You think
it means something?

What if what we did
that night...

What if it's still
affecting us?

Post-traumatic stress?

Or something.

But you want to know
what scares me the most?

I'm not even sure
this is real.

(screaming)

Hey, hey, hey.
It's okay. It's okay.

You're okay.

♪ Teen Wolf: "Anchors" ♪
Season 3 Episode 13

Original Airdate Jan. 6, 2014

♪

Hey.
Oh. Hey.

Um, are you going to school?

Yeah.
Okay, me too.

Good.

Can I can I ask you a question?
Okay.

Are you angry at me?

No.

Are you sure?

No.

What's that mean?

I guess I'm not really sure
how I'm feeling.

Okay.
Do you hate me?

No, of course not.

Do you want to hit me?
No.

I think you should hit me.

I don't want to hit you.
Are you sure?

Why would I
want to hit you?

You didn't do anything,
did you?

No. I mean, um...

(stammers)
What do you mean?

I mean like you didn't kiss
her or anything, right?

No! Absolutely not.
No.

Did you want to?

Oh, yeah. Totally.

Hey!
(groans)

You two supernatural
teenage boys.

Don't test my entirely
un-supernatural level of patience.

Feel better?

Hey.

You all right?

You ready for school?

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

Dad, seriously, I'm fine.
It was just a nightmare.

What's that?

That's just, uh,
files from the office.

It says "sheriff's station,
do not remove."

Well, yeah, unless
you're the sheriff.

Oh. Now get your butt
to school, all right?

Gotta run, dad.
I'm late!

(elevator dings)

(door creaking)

(water dripping)

(door locks)

(Kate screaming)

(laughs)

Kate, Kate,
what are you doing?

I'm sorry.

(creaking)

(screaming)

(school bell ringing)

Allison, are you okay?

(panting)

Hey. Hey, you all right?

Well you don't look alright, Scott.

I'm okay.
No, you're not.

It's happening to you too.

You're seeing things,
aren't you?

How'd you know?

Because it's happening
to all three of you.

Well, well, look who's
no longer the crazy one.

We're not crazy.

Hallucinating?
Sleep paralysis?

Yeah, you guys are fine.

We did die
and come back to life.

That's gotta have some
side effects, right?

(school bell ringing)

We keep an eye each other.
Okay?

And Lydia,
stop enjoying this so much.

What?

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)

Either way, there she is.

Now, let's begin with American history
at the turn of the 20th century.

Not the steadiest hand
for a superb marksman.

It's been happening
for the past few weeks.

Since that night.

(paper tearing)

Start over.

(exhales)

Maybe we need a little more
time to get back to normal.

Yeah, try not to forget
we hit the reset button

on a supernatural beacon
for supernatural creatures.

There's a pretty good chance things
are never going back to normal.

Yeah.

What?

Yukimura: I thought you said
you wanted to make friends.

Kira: Not like that.

You said you wanted
to be noticed.

I could set myself on
fire and be noticed.

- Well, then you'd be dead.
- Exactly.

Kira. Kira.

Oh, dude, your eyes.

What about them?

They're starting to glow.

You mean like right now?
Yes, right now.

Scott, stop. Stop it.

(panting) I can't...

I can't control it.

All right, just keep your head down.
Look down, come on.

Keep your head down.

(growling)

Get back away from me.
Scott, it's okay.

I don't know what's going to happen.
Get back.

(panting)

(grunting)

(sighs)

- Pain makes you human.
- 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.

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.

Like even now?

I can't read a thing.

Allison: Do you really think
this is going to help?

I know that if you think it's not
going to help it definitely won't.

(clears throat)

So get your head into it,

Shoot a few
and see what happens.

Oh.

(sighs)

Maybe hold the string
a different way.

Try the Mongolian draw.

What? I read.

Try it.

(arrow clatters)

Okay, um...

Take a second
to close your eyes

and imagine the arrow
going into the target.

Did you see that?

See what?

Wait here.

Are you serious?

I'll be right back.

You did not just say that.

Kate: (whispering)
Over here.

Allison: Lydia?

Kate: Allison, over here.

Lydia?

Kate: (whispering)
Over here, Allison.

Lydia.

Oh, my god.
Oh, my god, Lydia.

Right at her head?
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 dead.

What were you doing there?

Ah.

Melissa: Oh, you guys,
come on.

This house does not have a
supernatural ability to heal!

So, stop it!

You know, the last time
we bought one of these

to her grave was stolen
the same day.

Hundred bucks down the drain.

Hey, dad?

Hi, what are you
doing down there?

Working. And hey,

If somebody wants the flowers
that badly, they can have them.

It's the gesture.

Hey, dad, what is all this?

I've been looking
over some old cases

from a more illuminated perspective,
if you know what I mean.

"Strange sighting of bipedal lizard
man sprinting across freeway."

Kanima pile.

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?

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..."

Right, but are you sure you
wanna go down that path?

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.

You mean dragged and eaten?

We didn't find the car until
three days after the crash.

They had driven off the rod
into a pretty deep ravine.

Two bodies that were still
in the car were covered

in bites and slashes.

So you're thinking bites and claw
marks, probably a werewolf attack?

Maybe. But coyotes,
they scavenge, right?

So, couldn't they have just
left the bites and the slashes?

Absolutely.

But guess what night
the accident occurred on?

The night of a full moon.

Yeah.

Hey, dad, where are
all these going?

Yeah, we, uh...

We probably need
to talk about that.

(school bell ringing)

Hi, sorry,
I usually sit there.

Okay, no problem.
That's all yours.

(clearing throat)

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 blowing)

Stilinski!

Uh-huh?

I asked you a question.

Uh... Sorry, coach.
What was it?

It was "Stilinski, are you
paying attention back there?"

Oh. Well, I am now.

Stilinski, stop reminding
me why I drink...

Every night.

Coach: Does anybody else want to
try the question on the board?

I'm okay. I just
fell asleep for a second.

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?

And is unable to tell
what's real or not?

And is being haunted by demonic
visions of dead relatives?

They're all locked up
because they're insane.

Ha. Can you at least try
to be helpful, please?

For half my childhood,
I was locked in a freezer.

So, being helpful is
kind of a new thing for me.

Hey, dude, are you
still milking that?

Yeah, maybe I am still
milking that. 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.

And what do they call you?

Kira.

She's in our history class.

So are you talking Bardo in
Tibetan Buddhism or Indian?

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 by visited by
peaceful and wrathful deities.

Wrathful deities?

And what are those?

Like demons.

Demons.

- Why not?
- Hold on,

if there are different progressive
states, then what's the last one?

Death. You die.

It sounds like your subconscious
is trying to communicate with you.

Well, how do I tell my subconscious to
use a language that I actually know?

Do you remember what the
sign language looked like?

The placement and
movement of the hands?

You know sign language?

I know a little.

Let me give it a shot.

Okay, the first one
was like this.

Then...

That's "when."

Then there was this, twice.
That's door.

And this in between it.

That's it?

Yeah. "When is a
door not a door?"

"When is a door not a door"?

When it's ajar.

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.

So what does that mean?

The door's still open?

Ajar.

A door into our minds?

Deaton:
I did tell you it was risky.

What do we do about it?

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.

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.

Dad, what are you doing here?
I'm here because

I could use some help.

Actually... Your help.

Why me?

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.

But what if
it was a werewolf?

Well, there's somebody out there
who murdered an entire family.

Someone who still
needs to be caught.

I've been having
a coyote problem.

The population is up
around here

and they get into everything.

That doesn't exactly look
big enough to catch one.

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.

I understand. Just a couple of
questions and I promise I'll leave.

(sighs)

(door creaking)

New evidence?

Possibly.

(sniffing)

All I'm getting is some animal smell.
What kind of animal?

(growling)

Dog.

(snarling)

Hi, puppy.
Get rid of it.

Me? Yes, you. Glow your
eyes at it, something,

Be the alpha.
(snarling continues)

I can't.
I don't have control.

Okay, buddy, you're going to
have to try something.

Nice doggy...

(barking)

Apollo!

Apollo, shut up!
Shut the hell up!

(whining)

Here. Try that.

Anything?

All I'm getting
is that dog.

(sighs)

(camera clicks)

Murder?

I spent eight years thinking
that it was an accident

and now you're telling me that
it could be murder?

Who the hell would want to
murder my wife and girls?

My whole family?

(stuttering) That's what I
want to find out. I don't.

I don't want to redefine this entire
nightmare as an unsolved murder.

Just leave me alone
with tragic accident.

Because that's what I've spent
eight years getting used to.

Accident. Not murder.

(stuttering) I apologize.

(shouting) Just go!

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.

It's okay. It was a long shot.

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?
- Yeah.

See you at home.

Aren't there a lot of
cases that go unsolved?

Yeah, I just think
this is one he felt like

he could've
figured out right now.

Why is it so important now?

He wants to be able to solve one
more while he's still sheriff.

What do you mean,
"still sheriff"?

(Scott and Rafael arguing)

Scott: That doesn't make any sense, dad.
Who are you helping?

Just get out.
Rafael: Scott...

What? I can't believe that you'd
do this to my best friend.

I'm not doing anything
to your friend.

I'm doing my job.
Your job sucks.

Some days
I can't argue that.

Can somebody tell me
what the hell is going on?

He's trying to get
Stiles' dad fired.

No. That's not true.
What are you doing?

Conducting a case
for impeachment.

That sounds a lot like
getting him fired.

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.
Your job sucks.

Scott... Sweetheart...

Calm down.

Come with me right now.

Let it go. Just breathe
and let it go.

I'm trying.

You told me you and Stiles
learned a way to control this.

You find an anchor, right?

Find your anchor.

My anchor was Allison.

(groans)

I don't have Allison anymore.

Then be your own anchor.

You can do this.

(panting)

(sighs)

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)

Hey, what's going on?

You and me.

We're going to go out
and find a body.

A dead body.

You're sure
Scott's okay with this?

Isaac.

Yeah.

He's 100% over it.

He said that?

Not in so many words, but...

(both breathing heavily)

He's moved on.

You should too.

What's around your neck?

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. I know.

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.

Yeah. Me either.

Especially if I can't even control
my own transformation anymore.

(howling)

Sorry, buddy.

I hate coyotes so much.

They always sound like they're mauling
some tiny, helpless little animal.

It still works.

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.

Then it was a werewolf.

So, my dad was right.

What is that?

(electronic voice) I'm hungry.
(screams)

I think I just had
a minor heart attack.

(growling)

Hey, Stiles...

Please tell me you see that.

I see it.

Wait, hey, Scott!
Scott, wait!

(panting)

(groans)

(snarling)

Malia?

(man groaning)

(vibrating)

Why are you looking at me
like this is my fault?

Because it is your fault.

(electricity crackling)

(both groaning)

Yeah, you're probably right.