GDr. Geyer
[about Sheriff Stilinski] Melissa, that man in there is dying, and I don't know how to save him. I went to Harvard Med. I have degrees lining the wall of my office, and I don't have the slightest clue what's going on here. If you know something about this that I don't...
GDr. Geyer
Yes, you. Nothing seems to faze you. And, not to sound accusatory, but it's like you know something...
[sighs] Knowing something is different from understanding it. Yeah, I could tell you things, really bizarre things. But right now, I can't tell you anything that is gonna save his life.
GDr. Geyer
Then what are we supposed to do?
Keep him alive. For as long as possible.
Scott, we're gonna die down here.
Because you're not the only one that I called.
[Just then, Chris Argent appears behind them with an assault rifle aimed at the approaching Dread Doctors]
[Theo and Hayden have just found a circle carved inside another circle in the wall in the tunnels near the Dread Doctors' laboratory]
[grimly] A symbol. The symbol of an Alpha and his pack.
[In the flashforward, Valack is continuing to question Lydia after performing trephination on her]
It was more than a symbol, wasn't it? It was a promise to reunite them.
But, has Scott done it yet? Will he be coming for you?
[weakly] Someone's coming. But it's not Scott.
[In the flashforward, Theo, Corey, Josh, and Tracy have entered Lydia's room. Tracy has Valack in a choke-hold against the wall]
You don't wanna do this, Theo. She's safe in here. The Dread Doctors don't know how important she is yet.
[about Lydia] She doesn't look good.
She has a hole in her head. It's not a good look on anyone.
[Theo sees the hole drilled in the side of Lydia's head and rolls his eyes]
I can't believe this is actually a medical establishment. Pick her up. We're getting her out of here.
[curiously] Now, what would a pack of Chimeras want with a Banshee?
I don't want a Banshee. I'm looking for a Hellhound.
[Just then, Parrish, who is naked, covered in soot and flames, and has his glowing orange eyes, claws, and fangs out as he uses his flaming hands to melt the door to the room. Valack smirks at the sight of him]
You wanted a Hellhound? I think you found one.
[Liam has just pulled Hayden over the edge of a cliff and into a ravine to get away from the Beast. Liam awakens on top of a large boulder to find Hayden checking him over]
[groans] What are you doing?
Making sure you're alive?
Argh, I think my back's broken.
[winces] Eventually... I think.
[Hayden seems satisfied by this answer and turns to leave]
Whoa, where are you going?
To find my sister and make sure she's okay.
You're going to just leave me here?
You pulled me off a cliff. I'm lucky I healed.
[worriedly] Parrish, how many bodies do you actually see when you dream about the Nemeton?
[Stiles has just admitted the truth about killing Donovan to Sheriff Stilinski]
Did you think that I wouldn't believe it was self-defense?
What if it wasn't? What if I told you I wanted him dead?
I'd believe you. I also believe that wanting someone dead and murdering them are two very different things.
Yeah, but what if a judge didn't think so?
Then to hell with the judge! Stiles, it was self-defense, and I would destroy every shred of evidence to protect you if I had to. I would burn the whole Sheriff's station to the ground.
What about upholding the law? What about Kira?
Kira was a mistake. I guess I'm learning how to bend.
I can't help you. Not right now.
[defeatedly] What if I told you that you're the only one that I have left?
You're not going to want my help.
[confused] Anything that happened between us--
[cuts him off] I'm talking about something that's going to happen. Something I'm going to do... And you're not going to like me much after I do it.
Is that why I hear two other heartbeats in there? And why yours is beating so fast?
[sighs] Scott, go home. I can't help.
[Scott leaves, and Malia goes back inside and shuts the door, revealing that Braeden is wrestling with a bearded man on the floor]
[Malia and Braeden are interrogating someone for intel on the Desert Wolf]
MMercenary
You think you can make me talk? I am Spetsnatz-- Soviet Special Forces. In battle, we kill our own wounded. You could tear out my fingernails, cut my lips with razors... I'll still say nothing.
[annoyed] Correct me if I'm wrong, but your section is out of work and broke, right?
MMercenary
You won't get a word out of me.
What if we paid you $10,000?
[The mercenary, now with a stack of $100 bills in his hands, totally starts talking]
MMercenary
The Desert Wolf was last seen close to the Canadian border. She won't travel by plane. She will stay away from surveillance cameras when she can.
Then we still have some time.
MMercenary
There's another reason she won't fly-- She's not traveling alone.
MMercenary
She has a hostage. An animal doctor.
I went to the club, looking for Hayden, and there's Josh, standing there completely alive. Just like Hayden. Because of Theo.
Theo brought them both back. That's what he's doing. He's, he's building a pack-- his own pack of dead Chimeras.
They both looked pretty alive to me... But they're not the same. There was something about Hayden. There's something wrong about her.
Maybe that's what dying does to you. What if it, what if it like darkens your soul? What if they're all evil now?
[Just then, the similarly resurrected Corey walks into the school with a bright, genuine smile]
Hey guys! Are you volunteering for the library clean-up too?
[Stiles is researching potential suspects regarding the last Chimera on Sheriff's computer when Sheriff wakes up and catches him]
I have all your passwords.
Corey's not texting me back.
Because he left with Theo.
Well, then we should do something, right? We should tell someone.
[Liam makes an anxious face when he realizes he's talking about Scott]
Liam, you have to tell him.
Liam': You think he'll even talk to me?
You're his Beta. Doesn't he have to?
Where would I even start? "Sorry for trying to kill you?" "Sorry for leaving you for dead so that Theo could kill you?"
If you start off with sorry, the rest probably won't even matter.
