Teen Wolf (2011–2017): Season 3, Episode 9 - The Girl Who Knew Too Much - full transcript

Previously on "Teen Wolf"...

If a druid went down
the wrong path,

there's a Gaelic word
for that as well: Darach.

If these aren't
random killings,

- then what are they?
- Sacrifices.

Virgins, Healers, Warriors.

How do you know
your dark druid

isn't your wise veterinarian?

He's been tracking
and marking everything...

- All the dead bodies.
- I'm not a psychic.

You're something!



[shrieking]

[door closes]

[door opens]

[indistinct chatter]

What are you guys doing here
so late?

Practice for
a recital tomorrow.

Why?
Something wrong?

There is something wrong,
isn't there?

Someone made a 911 call.

All of you need
to leave now.

If you see anyone else,
tell them the same thing.

Dispatch, this is unit ten.

Do you copy?

Dispatch, do you copy?



[static]

[faint, echoing chants]

[chanting grows louder]

[static]
[gasps]

[door closes]

This is deputy Graeme
with the sheriff's department.

Step out with your hands
in the air.

This is
the sheriff's department.

Come out now.

[shower running]

[gasps]

[grunts]

[tires screech]

- Where is she?
- Over here.

Lydia?

It's the same thing.
Same thing as the pool.

I got into the car heading
somewhere totally different,

and ended up here.

And you told me to call you
if there's a dead body.

- You found a dead body?
- Not yet.

"Not yet"?
What do you mean "not yet"?

Lydia, you're supposed to call
us after you find the dead body.

Oh, no, I'm not doing that again.

You find the dead body
from now on.

How are we supposed
to find the dead body?

You're always the one
finding the dead body.

Guys.

I found the dead body.

♪ Teen Wolf:
"The Girl Who Knew Too Much" ♪

Season 3 Episode 9
Original Airdate July 29, 2013

♪

Excuse me.

Hey!
Hey, hey, hey.

Back it up.

I know
what you're thinking.

I know you've got
all these ideas

about patterns
and people dying in threes...

Dad, murdered, okay?
Sacrificed, actually.

I've got half the state,
including the FBI,

coming in on this.

They're not getting away
with killing one of our own.

Dad, they killed Tara.

You know, how many times did she
help me with my math homework

when I had to wait
at the station for you?

[sighs]

Just, uh,
get to class, okay?

I heard
about the recital tonight,

the, uh, thing to honor
the losses at school.

They were murders, dad,
not losses.

But your friends
will be there, right?

Yeah, I guess.

Want me to take you?

I don't think
I'm feeling up for it.

Okay.
I get it.

Take as many days
as you need.

School can wait.

[zipper zips]

[grunts]

What do you think
you're doing?

You weren't at school.

Did Scott send you?
Is he checking up on me?

Uh, uh, maybe he's worried
about you.

I can take care of myself.

Yeah, I've noticed.

More than once.

Idioms, analogies,
metaphors, and similes,

all tools the writer uses
to tell their story.

Lydia, I wasn't aware
you had so many hidden talents.

You and every guy
I've ever dated.

Oh, um, well,
that was an idiom, by the way.

Idioms are something
of a secret

to the people who know

the language
or the culture.

They're phrases
that only make sense

if you know key words.

Saying "jump the gun"
is meaningful only if you know

about the starting gun
in a race,

or a phrase like
"seeing the whole board."

Like chess.

That's right, Stiles.

Do you play?

Uh, no.
My father does.

Now, when does an idiom
become a cliché?

I think I can get to Ethan.

I'm pretty sure
I can make him talk.

What do you want
to do that for?

The druids
are emissaries, right?

So what if the Darach
was an emissary to the alphas?

Okay, first of all,
I cannot believe

that we've gotten to the point
where a sentence like

"what if the Darach
was an emissary to the alphas?"

Actually makes sense to me.

Second of all,
we're gonna have

a huge problem
getting to Ethan.

- What's that?
- Going through Aiden.

This whole thing with Danny,
it needs to stop.

He's harmless.

And Lydia's the one
we're supposed to worry about.

Then why are you still
talking to Danny?

What difference
does it make?

What do you think
we're doing here?

You know we're not actual
high school students, right?

We're here
to eliminate a threat,

not hold hands
and pass notes in class.

And now,
we know he's harmless.

Threat eliminated.

You're starting
to like him.

So what?

So if Deucalion asks you,

would you kill him?

If Deucalion asks you,

would you kill me?

Stop talking to Danny...

Or I'm gonna rip
the flesh off his face

and eat it.

Ever since he's been
back at school,

they're always together.

How are we gonna
separate them again?

What now?

What's that look for?

Nothing.
I'm just kind of surprised.

You've barely talked
to me since...

Since what?

Since you killed Boyd?

I told you that was Kali.

I didn't have a choice.

I thought
you were all alphas.

Yeah, well, it's not
as democratic as it sounds.

And if you're thinking I should
be all filled with remorse,

try and remember
Derek killed Ennis.

So it's his turn
to kill someone now.

Is that it?

Maybe.

Maybe like the time
he and Boyd tried to kill you.

How'd you know about that?

[object bangs on door]

What the hell is that?

Derek.

Why are you even
talking to me?

I helped kill your friend.

How do you know I'm not
gonna kill another one?

Is he looking at me?

Are you threatening me?

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm going to break off
an extra large branch

of mountain ash,

wrap it in wolfsbane,

roll it in mistletoe,

and shove it
up your freaking...

Whoa, Stiles, okay.
We get it.

We're talking to you

because I know that
you didn't want to kill Boyd.

And I think that if something
like that happened now,

you wouldn't do it again.

You don't know
what we owe them,

especially Deucalion.

We weren't like Kali and Ennis
when we met him.

We weren't alphas.

What were you?

Omegas.

- Derek?
- Aiden, stop, please.

- I'm right here, Derek.
- I'll scream.

You want a fight, Derek?
Come and get me.

[grunts]

[growls]

In actual wolf packs,
omegas are the scapegoat,

the last to eat,
the one who has to take

the abuse
from the rest of the pack.

So you and your brother were,
like, the bitches of the pack?

Something like that.

- What happened?
- They were killers.

I mean, people talk about us
as monsters.

Well, they were the ones
who gave us the reputation.

And our alpha was the worst
of them.

Why didn't you guys
just fight back?

Form Voltron wolf, you know?
Kick everyone's asses?

We couldn't, we didn't know
how to control it back then.

- Deucalion taught you.
- And then, we fought.

We took down
the whole pack, one-by-one.

And by the time we got
to our alpha,

he was begging for his life.

And we tore him apart.

Literally.

What about your emissary?

They're all dead?
Kali and Ennis' too?

All of them
except for Deucalion.

You mean Morrell?

[gasps]

Ah!

What? What's wrong?
Are you hurt?

Not me.
My brother.

[growls]

Ah!

[bone cracks]

Ah!
[growls]

Ah!

Aiden, stop!
Stop!

Stop!

[growls]

You can't do this!

- She came at me!
- It doesn't matter!

Kali gave Derek
until the next full moon.

You can't touch him or her.

Hey, guys, I think
she's pretty hurt.

Okay, okay,
hold on a second.

Your dad's the killer?
No.

I mean, I don't think he is
at least.

I hope he isn't.

You hope he isn't
the serial-killing dark druid

who's been slashing
people's throats?

- Yeah.
- Right.

Do you wanna help me
or not?

Yeah, I'm just...
I'm just trying to get

all the cards
on the table here.

See the marks?

There are five more bodies
to be found

but it doesn't say
who the bodies are.

What are you doing?

Something I learned
from my father.

Take a step back.
Look at the whole picture.

Sometimes, you see things
you wouldn't notice

if you were up close
when all you're looking at

are the details.

Look at that.
You see that?

Whoa.
[sighs]

- What is that?
- A five fold knot.

It's a Celtic symbol.

Virgins.

Warriors.

Healers.

Philosophers.

Guardians.

[sighs]
You okay?

She doesn't look okay.

I'll heal.

Uh...
Oh.

I said I'm fine.

Do you realize
how suicidally crazy that was?

What were you thinking
going after them?

I did it for Boyd.

None of you
were doing anything.

- We're trying.
- And you're failing.

You're just a bunch
of stupid teenagers

running around, thinking
that you can stop people

from getting killed.

But all you do
is show up late.

All you really do
is find the bodies.

She's definitely a Hale.

Mm.

I'll make sure
she gets home.

[sighs]

[dreamy electronic music]

♪

[exhales]

Where the hell
have you been?

And don't say that you needed
to be alone for a while

because that is the single
worst excuse ever.

♪

Oh.

God, I'm sorry.

You really did need
to be alone, didn't you?

I'm here now.

And you were safe.
Trust me.

I haven't felt safe,

partially because
the evil twins

are walking around school
like nothing happened.

They're not gonna hurt you.

♪

[bell rings]
[sighs]

Some days, I just wanna take
a sledgehammer to that bell.

Why don't you just
come back with me?

I can't.

[sighs]

I've got three more classes

and I put this recital
together tonight.

I organized it to honor
the losses at the school and...

And now, it just sounds
really stupid, doesn't it?

No.

It sounds perfect.

♪

Sorry, but I don't remember
having any more appointments.

You sure?

'Cause I could use
a little guidance right now.

Philosophers?

And guardians,
which after last night

has to mean something
like law enforcement, right?

Stiles, you have to tell
your dad.

Tell him whatever you need

but you have to get him
to believe.

Tell your dad.
Warn him.

Okay, okay, okay, I know.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna tell him
the truth.

And I'm gonna need
your help.

Why are you bothering
with me, Scott,

when you know the clock
is ticking?

When you know someone else
is about to be taken?

- By you.
- Come on, Scott.

Shouldn't you leave
the interrogations

to someone like Stilinski?

Are you the one
killing people?

Are you listening
to my heartbeat?

[heart pulsates]

No.

I'm not the one
killing people.

[sighs]

Truth is,

I'm all that stands
between Deucalion

and the lives
of your friends.

I've been the one
pulling the leash taut

when they're salivating
for a bite.

What do you mean?

He wants a true alpha
in his pack.

He thinks it's you.

And a little distraction
like a few human sacrifices

isn't gonna dissuade him
from the prize.

I'm not an alpha.

But you're well on your way,
aren't you?

Then what is
he waiting for?

What does he want me to do?

He wants to make a killer
out of you.

That's what he does.

But if I kill someone,

I can't be
a true alpha, right?

Exactly.

You want
the psychologist's perspective?

He's an obsessive
who both desires you

and is threatened by you.

If the obsessive can't have
the object of his desire,

he'll choose
to destroy it instead.

You'll either willingly
become part of his pack

or he'll make a killer
out of you,

destroying your potential

to be a true alpha.

Neither of those
is ever going to happen.

Don't be so sure.

You're playing his game.

And while you're
trying to figure out

what to do next,

he's thinking
ten moves ahead,

with checkmate
already in sight.

[tense orchestration]

♪

[quiet orchestration]

♪

[tense, creepy music]

♪

[shrieks]

I don't get why no one's
calling the police.

They're gonna make
an announcement over the P.A.

That's not
gonna do anything!

I told you, he's gone.

Like the others, taken.
Okay.

Look, we're just trying
to understand, okay?

All we know is that Mr. Westover
didn't show up for class.

And the last time
that happened was Mr. Harris.

Anyone heard
from him lately?

He's gone.

And he's going to be
the second murder.

But, Lydia,
you wrote that number.

Okay, fine.

I'm psychic.
You're psychic?

I'm something!

[sighs]

A deputy and a teacher?

What's the pattern?

I don't know.

[sighs]
Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Yes, okay.

No, oh...
Stiles?

Dad, I'm sorry, okay?

I'm just...
I'm trying to...

I'm just trying to figure out
how to start here.

Hey, I don't have
this kind of time.

Um, for the last year,

you've had all these cases

that you couldn't
figure out, right?

I mean, all the murders
involving Kate Argent,

and then Matt killing all
the people who had drowned him,

and all these murders
right now.

It's like... it's like you've
been playing a losing game.

Stiles, the last thing
I need right now

is a job performance review
from my own son.

[sighs]
I know.

Okay, see, but that's...
that's just it, dad.

The... the reason that
you're losing the game

is 'cause you've never been
able to see the whole board.

I need to show you
the whole board.

I have to stop him.

Is that really a good idea?

I mean, if your dad is actually
doing all this stuff...

"If"?

Look at this.
He knows everything.

He's...
he's planned everything.

What are you doing?

If Mr. Westover was taken
from the school,

there's gotta be another point
on the telluric current.

You mean
where he'll be sacrificed.

[suspenseful orchestration]

♪

There.
That mark's new.

Then that's where he is.
[phone shutter clicks]

Scott and Derek
are werewolves?

Yes.

And Kate Argent
was a werewolf?

Hunter.
That's... purple's hunter.

Along with Allison
and her father.

Yeah, and...
and my friend Deaton,

the veterinarian,
is a kanima?

Well, no, no, no, no, no.
He's a druid, okay?

Well, we think.

- So who's the kanima?
- Jackson.

- No, Jackson's a werewolf.
- Jackson was the kanima first,

and then Peter and Derek
killed him

and he came back to life
as a werewolf.

Now, he's in London.
Who's the darack?

It's da-rock.

- We don't know yet.
- We don't know yet.

But he was killed
by werewolves?

- Slashed up and left for dead.
- We think.

We think.
Yeah.

[sighs]

Why was Jackson the kanima?

'Cause sometimes,
the shape that you take

reflects the person
that you are.

And what shape
would an increasingly confused

and angrier-by-the-second
father take?

Uh, that would be more
of an expression

like the one
you're currently wearing.

Yeah.

Daddad, would you...
I can prove it, okay?

Look, she's one of them.

A werewolf.
Stiles, Stiles!

That's enough.

Dad, can you please
just hold on?

[sighs]
You ready?

All right, dad,
just watch this, okay?

[thud]

Call an ambulance.

You really don't think
we should call Scott?

Stay behind me
and stay quiet.

Oh, this is so
not gonna end well.

[sighs]

[tense ambient music]

♪

FYI, if your dad
tries to kill me,

I'm gonna defend myself.

If my dad tries to kill you,
you'll be dead.

[laughs]

Thanks for the vote
of confidence.

Whoa.

I smell blood.
Where?

What direction?
I don't know.

I'm not that good
at this yet.

But I think it's...

[unsheathes switchblade]
Allison.

Allison, wait.
[footsteps approach]

[suspenseful orchestration]

♪

Allison, don't!

Get down!

[growls]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

Help him!

That's Mr. Westover.

- It's our history teacher.
- We were wrong.

It's not guardians
as in law enforcement.

It's philosophers
as in teachers.

Allison and her father
just found Mr. Westover.

That makes sense.

Tara, she wasn't
always a cop.

She used to teach
middle school.

Then the last one's
gonna be another teacher.

Yeah, but there's dozens
of them, Scott,

and they're all
headed home.

No.
No, they're not.

They're all going
to the recital.

[rising, creepy orchestration]

♪

You've been tracking
the killer

on your own
this whole time?

Yeah, and I was this close.

Could've caught him
if the two of you...

So it's my fault?

That you've been lying to me
for the past two months?

You wanna tally up
the lies, Allison?

I don't think you're gonna
come out ahead on that one.

Hey, just a thought?

Maybe right now
isn't the best time

for a little
family meeting?

There's still
one more teacher.

The recital.

Guess we're going
after all.

What did you see
the night at the bank

when Scott was trying
to save Deaton?

Nothing.

Dad, you saw him
healing himself

after he tried
crossing the mountain ash.

I don't know what I saw.

You saw something
that you can't explain.

Stiles, I have seen
a lot of things

I can't explain
in this town.

That doesn't
make 'em supernatural

and it doesn't
make 'em real.

They just found
another body.

That's real.

And that's the lead
I'm following.

Yeah, and another teacher's
going to die

if you don't start
listening to me.

I am listening!
I have been listening!

You just don't believe.

Mom would've believed me.

[ominous orchestration]

♪

[stringed instruments tuning]

I know how to tie
my own tie.

Well, you know
how to do it badly.

Now, it's perfect.

Still nervous?

- All good.
- Okay.

Listen.

If anything happens,
find me, okay?

Find me first.

I thought you
were going home.

I can't.

I don't know why
I am the one

that keeps finding
the bodies,

but maybe if I just stopped

trying to fight it,

I'd find them
before it happens,

maybe with enough time

for someone like you
to do something about it.

You get me the time, and I'll
do something about it.

I swear to god, I will.

[EKG beeps steadily]

Derek?

Hey.

Hey, I'm here.

What's happening to me?

I don't know.

But I'm not leaving, okay?

Not again.

[melancholy orchestration]

♪

Doctor Travis, you have
a visitor in the main lobby.

The records would be
over ten years old.

I just need to look over
a couple files.

If this
is about the murders,

you would need a court order
for that.

[sighs]

Or someone like me

that's willing to bend the rules
for a handsome face.

Give me the details.
I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

[tires screech]

[somber orchestration]

♪

[cell phone vibrates]

[vibrating continues]

It better be.

♪

There was a patient
just like you described.

Slash marks
all over the body.

Doctors thought
it had to be an animal.

Oh.

But there's something else.

Something happened
at the same time

that was even stranger.

[somber orchestration]

♪

- What's up?
- Nothing.

I just think
I lost my phone.

Birds?

Hundreds of them.

While the patient was in
the O.R. Struggling to hold on,

hundreds of birds were flying
into the walls, windows,

like they were committing
some kind of mass suicide.

Or like they were
sacrificing themselves.

For what?

Not what.

Who.

[somber orchestration]

♪

[door shuts heavily]

[suspenseful choral
orchestration]

♪

You recognize it,
don't you?

[gasps]

[thud]

- Lydia?
- Lydia!

Anything?

She's not answering texts.

What do we do?

Scott?

[dramatic choral
orchestration]

♪

[exhales]

[whimpers]

What are you doing?

What's necessary.

I'm still surprised
none of you seem to get that.

You call them sacrifices,

but you're not understanding
the word.

It's derived
from the Latin sacrificium,

an offering to a deity,
a sacred rite.

A necessary evil.

[weakly]
Stop.

Oh, I wish I could.

But you don't know the alphas
like I do.

Please, stop.

But you, Lydia,

you're not a sacrifice.

You're just a girl
who knows too much.

Actually, a girl
who knew too much.

[gasps, screams]

Lydia, don't!

[shrieks]

[grunts in pain]

Scott?

[shrieking continues]

[whimpers]

Unbelievable.

You have no idea
what you are, do you?

The wailing woman.
[whimpers]

A banshee,
right before my eyes.

You're just like me, Lydia.

Look like
the innocent flower,

but be the serpent
under it.

[whimpers]

It's too bad, though...

And too late.

[crying]
No, please...

[cries]

[gasps]

[choking]

One last philosopher.

[dramatic choral
orchestration]

♪

[wire snaps]

[music stops]

[gasping and murmuring]

[screaming and shrieking]

Allison!

[screaming continues]

Mistletoe.

[cries]

Drop it!

[grunts]

[growls]

[suspenseful orchestration]

♪

[growls]

[grunts]

[sighs]

There was a girl.

Years ago,
we found her in the woods,

her face and body
slashed apart.

That was you, wasn't it?

Maybe I should've started
with philosophers,

with knowledge
and strategy.

[gunshot]

[winces]

Healers...

[grunts]

Warriors...

Guardians...

Virgins.

[growls]

[glass shatters]

[exhales]

Dad?

[rising orchestration]

♪