Teen Wolf (2011–2017): Season 3, Episode 17 - Silverfinger - full transcript

Lydia: Previously
on "Teen Wolf"...

Scott: Whoa.
- I look like a demon from hell.

It doesn't look like a demon to me.
It looks like a fox.

Rafael: Barrow was hiding
in the chemistry closet.

Someone left him a message
on the blackboard telling him to kill Kira.

They came out of the shadows.

One of them, I could
see his eyes, like a firefly.

Dad. Do you know
what that means?

Chris: I think they might
have been after me.

Scott:
His eyes were glowing.

There was something
almost ritualistic about it.



Like it was looking
right into his soul.

That's the same thing
it did to me.

That's what it did
to everyone.

Not everyone.

They only
came after the werewolves.

And Lydia.

Anyone with a connection
to the supernatural.

Then who was the guy
they went after in Japan?

A kumicho.
A Yakuza boss.

It was my first gun deal. I was only 18.
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.



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.

(gunfire)

Chris: They cut down
every living thing in their way.

Did they mark him
like they did us?

Not exactly.

(gunfire)

(growls)

(shrieking)

Scott: What was he?

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.

(gunshot)

I've known for a while
Katashi was in the country.

I spent yesterday
tracking him down.

Didn't look like
he wanted to be found.

Not particularly, no.

You think he knows what they are?
Or what they want?

Maybe.

What if he doesn't
want to talk?

Isaac: What if he doesn't
even remember you?

He'll remember this.

(gunshot)

I know I didn't kill it.
I'm not sure you can.

But I slowed it down long enough
for us to get out of there.

What was behind the mask?

Chris: Darkness...

Absolute darkness.

♪ Teen Wolf: "Silverfinger" ♪
Season 3 Episode 17

Original Airdate Feb. 3, 2014

♪

(door creaking)

(exhales deeply)

You okay?

So all of your friends are...

Yeah.

And you're a...
Yeah.

(sighs)

Can I see?

Are you sure?

(music playing)

(music playing)

(engines rev)

You guys going
to be doing this all day?

All day.
All night.

Is this about being
in my pack?

This is about you being
the target of demonic ninjas.

You mean the demonic ninjas that
pulled swords out of their chests

and completely kicked
our asses?

Yeah. Those demonic ninjas.

I don't need anyone
to protect me.

They were looking right at
you when the sun came up.

And they also disappeared.

Argent thinks that they could
just come out at night.

Since this is our first
experience with demonic ninjas,

we're thinking
we should play it safe.

All day.

And all night.

Okay, one thing first.

And let him know everything
that happened last night.

Without you.

No.
Yes.

And I don't want you listening in.
No wolf hearing.

How would you even know?

I'm a true alpha.

You have no idea
what I can do.

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.

(whispers) 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.

The key you were
talking about last night?

Yeah, I showed it to you, right?

Didn't I show it to you?

No, you just told me about it.
I never actually saw it.

(breathing heavily)

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.

So you unlocked
the chemistry closet

so Barrow could hide in it
from the cops

and then you wrote him
a message to kill Kira?

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 bomb
that he used.

See this? See what he did?
He put nuts, bolts and screws.

And then he hid the bomb
and the detonator

in a box that he wrapped
as a birthday present.

What does that sound like
to you?

Coach.

The joke we played on coach.

That was my idea.

You remember?
That was my idea.

That's no coincidence.
It can't be.

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 kill people either.

It was here.
It was all here.

Dude, are you feeling okay?

You're looking
really tired.

Yeah, I'm fine. I just
haven't been sleeping really...

Why don't you go home?

Take a sick day
or something.

Did you tell him?

No. He's got enough
on his mind right now.

If they're coming for you in
a few hours then so do you.

What if it's not me?

Okay? What if I'm not
the one they want?

Who else is there?

The real problem is Katashi
doesn't see visitors. Ever.

He's a paranoid recluse who rarely
steps outside the gates of his estate.

Oh, he's got a thing for rare,
antique weapons.

Yesterday, I had some contacts
put out the word

that I was selling
one from my own collection.

This is a french flintlock
turnover pistol from 1645.

You're not going alone.

Where she's going, I'm going.

To be honest, I don't feel
good about bringing either one of you.

They were looking right at
Scott when the sun came up.

Well, that doesn't necessarily mean
he's the one they're going after.

But if he is?

If he is,

that might only leave us till nightfall
to come up with a way to protect him.

All right.

Let's go see if a paranoid Yakuza wants
to put another gun in his collection.

Yeah, I'm walking in now.

And trying to avoid the hostile
stares of everyone in here.

No, no.
(beeps)

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?

(shakily) I don't know.

I guess...
I guess not really.

All right, kiddo.

All right. Come with me.

It's okay.

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.

- Panic attacks?
- 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.

I recall something vaguely
about that, yes.

How many hours of sleep
are you getting?

Eight.

A night?
In the last three days.

Yeah, definitely eight.

Been feeling irritable?

Yeah.

Possibly to the point
of homicide.

Inability to focus?

No, the Adderall's not working.

Impulsive behavior?

More than my usual?
Hard to tell.

Vivid dreams
during the day?

Okay, basically all of the above.

Do you know what this is?

I think so.

Uh, what's that?

Do you trust me?

When you're not holding a needle.
(chuckles)

It's midazolam.

A sedative.

Why'd you give me
a sedative?

Because you, Stiles, are one
profoundly sleep-deprived young man.

You need rest
and you need it now.

Lie down.

Okay, how long's it take to...

Oh. Not long at all.

(breathing heavily)

(softly) Get some rest.

(whispers) Thanks, mom.

(cell phone vibrating)

What is it?

Katashi won't do the buy
in person.

But he's a paranoid recluse. Shouldn't
you be a little less surprised?

I was trying to remain optimistic that
we wouldn't have to go to my plan B.

Plan B? And what's plan B?

How tall are you?

(car beeps)

Guys, I appreciate you
wanting to protect me.

But I have to be alone
for a bit.

So... Sorry about this.

(engine revs)
(engines stall)

What do I do with these?

Chris: Katashi's
office is here.

Isaac: Guys.

(stammering) 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?"

(sighs)

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.

You look great. I am sweating,
all the way through my jacket.

I didn't even know that
I could sweat this much.

Give me a second.

You can do this.

(exhales deeply)

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.

Or a stupid teenager
pretending to be a man.

By a bunch of Japanese
fingerless mobsters...

(music playing)

How do you feel now?

Gentlemen.

I believe Mr. Katashi
is expecting me.

Kincaid: I'm expecting you.

(scraping)

(metal reverberating)

Could you lock the door?
Yeah.

(exhales deeply)
We're running out of time.

I know. But Allison, her dad and Isaac are
working on something that could help.

I don't want to sound
pessimistic or anything,

but you really think that's
going to keep them out?

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.

Your boss? Do you work for a
security company or something?

No, he's a veterinarian.

You had a vet
put in your alarm?

Yeah, sort of. But I can't arm it.
Only my mom can.

Where's she?

Don't worry.
She'll be here.

Oh!

Sorry.

We're going to be okay.
I promise.

We? Or me?

All of us.

You didn't bring
the twins here

because you didn't want
them to get hurt.

I don't want anyone
getting hurt.

If those things
are coming after you,

and anyone who gets
in the way gets killed,

then shouldn't I
be somewhere else?

I'm not letting you get hurt.

And I don't want
you getting hurt.

Especially because of me.

It could be either of us.

I don't think so.

I have to show you
something.

Have you ever heard
of something called a Kitsune?

(woman on pa
speaking indistinctly)

"Patient is irritable, impulsive,"

"complaints of vivid dreams. Inability to
distinguish between fantasy and reality,"

"acute insomnia."

(groans)

What we're looking at here is a mint-condition
french flintlock turnover pistol

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.

During a duel
between brothers

on the grounds
of the palace of Versailles.

(stuttering)
So you're familiar with it.

Oh, Mr. Katashi knows
what he wants.

We'll take it.

$150,000.

I'm gonna need to count it.

Oh, really?
(whispers) Yeah.

That looks like what happened
to you at the power station.

When a Kitsune rubs its tails together
it can create fire or lighting.

It's called foxfire.

I don't have any tails.

(scoffs) How'd you know
what I was thinking?

Because Kitsune
are also psychic.

I can hear
all of your thoughts.

Just kidding.

The sun's setting.
Ah.

Yeah, I know.

Are you scared?

Not right now.

I'm supposed to be back
before dinner.

Tell them
you can't make it.

What should I say?

(softly) Say, uh,
you're going on a date.

Are you sure
that's a good idea?

You know, foxes and wolves
don't really get along.

That's just a drawing.
In a children's book.

(vehicle approaching)

My mom's back.

What are you doing here?

And why do you still
have a key?

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.

You don't know the whole story
behind this gun, 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...

(clicks tongue) Monstrous.

By his family's code,

the brother of this man
killed him with this very gun.

Well, that is certainly better
than the version that I heard.

I'm gonna trust you guys
with the money here and, uh...

Personally, I'd like
to hear your story.

(growls)

(growling)

All I want to do is talk.

Taking out my security is not what I
would call a good conversation starter.

You don't remember me, do you?

Allison, take the man's gun.

Now, can we talk?

Isaac: Guys?

They have a werewolf too.

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."

Dad, let me help you out.
You need to leave.

I will. With a satisfactory
explanation.

Go get a warrant. I don't need a warrant.
I'm your father.

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.

Hey, what's going on?

Maybe one of you
should explain.

Scott...

Who the hell is this?

Scott: Dad, no!

Dad, wait...

(groans)
(screams)

Scott: Dad.

(growls)

(growling)

(snarling)

(growling)

Mom, the ash!

(snarling)

(both growling)

Mom, now! Do it now!

Starting to remember?
It was 24 years ago.

(gasps)

Chris: You know
what they are, don't you?

They're called Oni.
They are demons.

And they are unstoppable.

All of the baseboards
are ash wood?

Uh, yeah.
It was Deaton's idea.

And where the hell
did you come from?

I've been following you.

For how long?

All day.

Scott, this isn't good!

(gasping)
Need to call for backup.

How bad is it?

From the way that his arm is
rotated, the tendon looks torn.

He could be on his way
to a collapsed lung.

Mom, those things, they're not
going to leave until the sun's up.

At the rate he's bleeding,
he's not gonna make it that long.

We got to get him
to the hospital.

Should we call Stiles's dad?

I don't know. Is that going
to just get more people hurt?

Maybe.

I don't think guns
work on them.

Then what does?

Nothing. At least
no man-made weapon.

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.

Then how do we endure it?

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.

What do you mean
no longer themselves?

Possessed.
By a dark spirit.

You going to tell us
what you are?

What? What do you mean?

Aiden...

Watch!

(grunts)

See that?

She can't go
through it either.

So, what are you?

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.

There are 13 kinds
of Kitsune.

Celestial, wild, ocean, thunder.

But there is one,

a dark Kitsune.

They call it void.

Or Nogitsune.

A kumicho.

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.

It's not you.
It can't be.

What I saw around you,
it didn't look evil.

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.

I wasn't going to hurt her.

Not yet.

Why do you think we're here, Derek?
For a study group?

We're here
to protect Scott.

We're trying
to fight for him.

I'm sure you are.

I'm sure you'd kill for him.

But are you willing
to die for him?

Do you know why
I'm missing this finger?

Penance.

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.

Why did they take your finger?

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.

(gunshot)
That shot 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.

(rumbling)

Scott:
What are they doing?

Testing for weaknesses.

Guys?

We have a problem.

(breathing heavily)

(weakly) I need to
speak to Scott.

You're kidding, right?

Don't patronize me...

Melissa.

You know why...

You know why I really came
back, don't you?

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.

Allison, please tell me
that you have something.

They're here.
They're trying to get in.

And it looks like they're
going to be able to.

Ok. Ok, listen.

They're Japanese demons.
They're called the Oni.

They're looking
for someone possessed.

Someone with a dark spirit
attached to them.

A nogitsune.

How'd you know that?

Scott?

Just... Tell me what else.

Ok. They won't hurt you.
They know you're supernatural.

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.

I'm right, aren't I?

They're looking for a dark spirit.
And I know it's not you.

Scott, we're going to have
to do something.

Don't do anything.

Is he serious?

(snarling)

I said don't do anything.

Trust me.

(gasps)

Ethan: You're gonna be okay.

Melissa?

Hey, stab wound
to the left chest.

Possible collapsed lung.

Pulse is weak.

I'll find Stiles.

(indistinct conversations)

(snarling)

(breathing rapidly)

(thud)

Stiles? You okay?

Yeah, fine.

What's been going on?

(exhales deeply)

(music playing)