Teen Wolf

Previously on Teen Wolf

Do they think it's Lydia?

How do we know it's not her?

She was bitten by an Alpha.

It's her.

This thing can't even channel

it into killing her.

You cannot do this!

I can't let her live!

We've gotta figure out a way

to protect her.

They're not here to scare us,

they're here to kill Lydia.

I can hold you off until the

cops get here.

I think I'm finally getting

why you keep refusing me, Scott.

You're not an Omega.

You're already an Alpha of your own pack.

It's Jackson.

I need you to promise that you

won't say anything about what

just happened.

I'll promise not to say

anything about what just

happened if you can tell me what

the hell just happened.

It's... it's kind of complicated.

Well, how 'bout you start

with why was Derek there?

Or where Jackson went, or what

is wrong with Erica?

Oh, do you need a minute to come

up with a plausible lie?

Part of t reason why I'm

asking is because Scott and I

aren't supposed to be seeing

each other, okay?

So, it's better if you just keep

what you know to yourself.

Fine.

I'll keep what I know about you

and your boyfriend...

which is nothing... to myself.

Hey.

He's not just my boyfriend.

You get that, right?

Let me go.

Just for one second, please,

try and remember... remember what?

Remember what it feels like.

All of those times in school

when you see him standing down

the hall, and you cannot breathe

until you're with him.

Or those times in class when

you... you can't stop looking at

the clock because you know that

he's standing right out there

waiting for you.

Don't you remember what that's like?

No.

What do you mean, "no"?

You've had boyfriends.

None like that.

What do we do now?

Wha... sorry, I'm sorry.

Did you see where he went?

I lost him.

What?

You couldn't catch his scent?

I don't think he has one.

All right, any clue where he's going?

To kill someone.

Ah.

That explains the claws, and

the fangs, and all that.

Makes perfect sense now.

What?

Scott, come on.

I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and

fragile bone, okay?

Sarcasm is my only defense.

Just help me find it.

Not "it." Jackson.

Yeah, I know.

I-I know.

All right, but does he know that?

Did anybody else see him back at

your house?

I mean, I don't think so, but

he already passed Derek's test anyway.

Yeah, but that's just the thing.

How did he pass the test?

I don't know.

Maybe it's like an either-or thing.

I mean, Derek said that a snake

can't be poisoned by its own venom, right?

When's the Kanima not the Kanima?

When it's Jackson.

Uh... dude.

See that?

He's inside.

What's he gonna do in there?

I know who he's after.

What, how?

How? Did you smell something?

Armani.

Aw, come on.

All right, maybe there's, like,

a, uh... like, a window we could

climb through, or some kind of...

Handle that we could rip off

with supernatural strength.

How'd I not think of that one?

Dude, everyone in here's a dude.

I think we're in a gay club.

Man, nothing gets past those

keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?

You're better off without him.

Still doesn't feel good.

You know what will feel good?

That guy.

Two beers.

I.D.S.

How 'bout two cokes?

Rum and coke?

Sure.

Coke's fine, actually.

I'm driving anyway.

That one's paid for.

Oh, shut up.

I didn't say anything.

Yeah, well, your face did.

Hey, I found Danny.

I found Jackson.

I love you.

Go.

Go.

Let's go, Prada.

You're all of six pounds.

There can't be that much to come

out of you.

Prada, let's go!

Prada?

Prada.

Prada?

Lose something?

Get Danny.

What're you gonna do?

Works for me.

Danny!

Danny!

Danny.

Aah!

Jackson!

No, don't!

What do we do with him now?

So, should I call the police,

or is there a non-rapist

explanation for being in my yard

in the middle of the night?

I heard him barking, and I

live in the house back there.

Is that okay, or should I start running?

Well, thanks for bringing him back.

Everything okay?

"Okay" meaning what?

Meaning... are you all right?

Meaning the other day in class?

I'm not crazy.

I may be the girl who sleepwalks

naked and writes backwards on

the chalkboard, but at least I'm

not one of those desperate

Vicodin-popping wrist cutters at school.

Oh, is that what the other

girls are like?

Why'd you do that?

Do what?

You... you stepped back.

You stepped forward.

Maybe I wanted to kiss you.

Maybe I don't want you to.

Does that mean... Maybe I could?

If you want me to punch you

in the throat.

Could I hold your hand?

What am I, nine years old?

Uh, could I give you a flower?

Promise to keep it?

If I ask you tomorrow if you

have it, and you say, "no," I'm

gonna be really hurt.

Well, if I don't, I'll lie.

Danny.

McCall, what are you doing here?

Just, uh, seeing if you're okay.

And, um, I'm wondering if

anything weird happened to you today.