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Previously on "Bitten"...
My ad agency wants to acquire some of the footage you shot.
Wolves running on Cherry Beach.
What do you want, Mr. Boggs?
I want what you got.
No more half-measures.
You really think that's necessary?
I don't understand, what do they want?
They want the Pack destroyed.
And they want you.
Turning humans into an army of werewolves is bad enough,
but recruiting serial killers...
I want them all dead.
- All except her. - Don't worry, Daniel.
You'll get your prize.
Please, just leave,
go as far away as you can.
I'm trying to save your life.
Okay, go! While you still can.
When Clay first brought you to Stonehaven,
I'd just come back from a run
and I was in the middle of a Change
when you turned and saw me.
You thought that I saw you Change,
so you were going to kill me?
And Clay bit me to give me another chance at living.
All this time,
Clay has been the most trustworthy person you've ever known.
It's time for action.
What kind of action?
It's time to storm the castle.
I have to get ready.
We'll be ready.
They haven't moved yet.
I failed you.
I couldn't protect Philip.
Philip is alive because you were there.
The fact that he's involved in any of this
is my fault, not yours.
And you didn't fail me.
You saved me.
I know everything.
Why you bit me.
All the reasons you couldn't explain why.
You knew I had to trust Jeremy,
or I wouldn't survive in the world on my own.
You sacrificed our love for my life.
No more sacrifices.
Seems a waste.
All this history,
torched if we go down.
It's for all of our safety, Nick.
If the battle starts to swing their way,
the last one of us comes back to Stonehaven
and throws a flame down that shaft.
The Mutts might be stupid,
but they know better than to turn this room over to humans.
I mean, every name is in here, accounted for.
It's basically a bounty list.
It's not just the humans I'm worried about.
It's the Mutts too.
There are secrets down here.
Secrets passed from Alpha to Alpha.
If they were to fall into the wrong hands...
I'll get the kerosene.
You know, just because they have Clay,
it isn't a game ender.
Do you have any idea what gravel does to Italian leather?
Guess you don't.
Okay, I've been thinking.
You thinking, has proven to be not such a good thing.
Look at where you are. How did you get here?
Hmm? Your brand of thinking...
- You did one good thing. - Yes?
- You tortured the fight out of Clay. - Not for long.
I should've killed him when I had the chance.
Your chance is upon you.
Logan is in the wind. Clay is weak.
We have the advantage.
When do we strike?
Everything is almost in place.
It all starts now.
Bitten S01E13 - Ready Original air date April 5, 2014
Yeah, this isn't so bad.
Just until our flight, and then...
Yeah. We're good here.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith. And paying in cash?
All right. Tomorrow when we're in Jamaica,
we'll be Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, okay?
Logan, don't kid like that.
I'm serious.
Me, you and...
Baby Rocco in there.
Rocco?
It's just a suggestion.
Okay. We're safe.
I thank you.
But what's going to happen with Elena?
And the rest of the family?
I... I don't know.
You must be starving.
Do you want to get a pizza? Cheese?
With anchovies?
Anchovies...
That's new, but... okay.
- Okay, I'll go with you. - No-no-no,
I want you to rest up here.
Because from here on out,
I'm going to be waiting on you hand and foot.
You're going to have to get used to it.
- I like that. - Yeah?
Okay.
- Hey. - Hey.
Anything on the GPS?
My phone's planted in Santos' car and it hasn't moved.
This could all be a bust if they're using another vehicle.
Mm-hmm. How's Clay?
They did a number on him, Nick.
He's not the only one.
Who, me?
- I'm fine. - You're angry.
I can see it.
You have every right to be, they killed your father.
I'm going to make them pay
for what they did to everyone in my life.
Clay's resting.
But he needs days, not hours.
Say what you really need to say, Elena.
Neither of us can change the past.
He did what he did to protect us both.
From each other.
The only one he didn't protect was himself.
And I will never let that happen again.
I will stand in the way of anything that comes at him.
Even you.
"Kind woman lives here."
"Tell a sad story."
Sounds like your kind of town.
The ramblings of a mad man.
Have you gone bonkers on us, Mr. Marsten?
You've never really lived the life, have you?
Language of the transient.
Where to find a meal. Where to rest your head.
There were nights when I first came here...
I had nothing...
and I used to Change just to go to sleep.
Seemed less shame sleeping in a field as a wolf.
But then I started learning things like this:
Hobo code.
And I learned how to influence people to part with their money.
I decided never to sleep in a field again.
Is that what this is about for you?
A bed?
Chop chop. We're on the move.
What, now?
The three of us?
It's a suicide mission!
Numbers.
You think I'm an idiot?
I put together an army.
Do you know what gravel does to Italian leather?
No, obviously not.
Well, yours are about as Italian as Chef Boyardee.
Ha ha! Well, we'll see how they look
when I'm using Jeremy's head as a footstool.
Just got word from my guys.
Everything's clean in Toronto.
(ON PHONE) Good. What about Philip?
Tracked him to the airport.
He's on a flight to France.
What were you able to find out about James Williams?
Not much.
Fake website run by some guy named Nate Parker.
- Did you track him down? - He's gone missing.
Last address, Toronto. Before that, Churchill.
Churchill?
That's where Malcolm was killed.
You know your father didn't go down lightly.
And what you're up against here,
you need a show of force, Jeremy.
I think Joey and I should be on the next flight out there.
No.
No, they want to kill us and take Elena.
And I need to know that if things go sideways here,
there's another wave of Pack members that will fight to get her back.
Look, if you're worried about Elena, send her to me in Vancouver.
Jorge,
I've tried all manner of protecting her.
But when she is separated from us, things fall apart.
Clay falls apart. And he's weak enough as it is right now.
The Pack is at it's strongest when she's with us.
Right now it's the only chance we've got.
You owe me a bottle of bourbon, you know?
Me?
After I first met you,
you came for the job posting as my research assistant;
Pete bet me a bottle of bourbon.
What was the bet?
That I'd fall in love with you.
You lost.
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