Teen Wolf

Stiles, what the hell

are you doing?

You weren't

answering your phone.

Why do you have a bat?

I thought you were a predator.

A pre... (COUGHS)

Look, I know it's late,

but you gotta hear this.

I saw my dad

leave 20 minutes ago.

Dispatch called.

They're bringing

in every officer

from the Beacon Department,

and even state police.

For what?

Two joggers found

a body in the woods.

A dead body?

No, a body of water.

Yes, dumb-ass,

a dead body.

You mean like, murdered?

Nobody knows yet.

Just that it was a girl,

probably in her 20s.

Hold on,

if they found the body,

then what are

they looking for?

That's the best part.

They only found half.

We're going.

We're seriously

doing this?

You're the one always

bitching that nothing

ever happens in this town.

I was trying to get

a good night's sleep

before practice tomorrow.

Right,

'cause sitting on the bench

is such a grueling effort.

No, because I'm

playing this year.

In fact,

I'm making first line.

Hey, that's the spirit.

Everyone should have a dream,

even a pathetically

unrealistic one.

Just out of curiosity,

which half of

the body are we looking for?

Huh!

I didn't even

think about that.

And, uh, what if

whoever killed the body

is still out here?

Also something

I didn't think about.

It's comforting to know

you've planned this out

with your usual

attention to detail.

I know.

Maybe the severe asthmatic

should be the one

holding the flashlight, huh?

Hey, come on!

Stiles!

Wait up! Stiles!

Stiles!

Hold it right there!

Hang on, hang on.

This little delinquent

belongs to me.

Dad, how are you doing?

So, do you, uh, listen in

to all of my phone calls?

No.

Not the boring ones.

Now, where's your

usual partner in crime?

Who, Scott?

Scott's home.

He said he wanted to get

a good night's sleep for

the first day back

at school tomorrow.

It's just me.

In the woods. Alone.

Scott, you out there?

Scott?

Well, young man,

I'm gonna walk you

back to your car.

And you and I

are gonna have a conversation

about something called

invasion of privacy.

Damn!

My inhaler.

Aah! Oh! Oh!

Aah!

Dude, watch the paint job.

Yo, Jackson,

let's go, bro.

Okay, let's see this thing.

Ooh!

Yeah. Whoa!

It was too dark to see much,

but I'm pretty

sure it was a wolf.

A wolf bit you?

Uh-huh.

No, not a chance.

I heard a wolf howling.

No, you didn't.

What do you mean,

"No, I didn't"?

How do you know what I heard?

Because California

doesn't have wolves, okay?

Not in like 60 years.

Really?

Yes, really.

There are no

wolves in California.

All right, well,

if you don't believe me

about the wolf,

then you're definitely

not gonna believe me

about when I tell you

I found the body.

Are you kidding me?

No, man, I wish.

I'm gonna have

nightmares for a month.

Oh, God,

that is freaking awesome.

I mean,

this is seriously gonna be

the best thing

that's happened to

this town since...

Since the birth

of Lydia Martin.

Hey, Lydia, you look...

...like you're

gonna ignore me.

You're the cause

of this, you know.

Uh-huh.

Dragging me down

to your nerd depths.

I'm a nerd by association.

I've been

scarlet nerded by you.

As you all know,

there indeed was a body

found in the woods last night.

And I am sure your

eager little minds

are coming up with

various macabre scenarios

as to what happened.

But I am here to tell you

that the police have

a suspect in custody,

which means

you can give your

undivided attention

to the syllabus