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| Author: | bunniefuu [ 08/21/13 19:08 ] |
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1x07 Night School Scott: Lock it, lock it! Stiles: Do I look like I have a key? Scott: Grab something! Stiles: What? Scott: Anything! Scott: No. Stiles: Yes. Scott: Stiles, no, don't. Scott: Run! Stiles! Stiles! Scott: Where is it? Where did it go? That won't hold, will it? Stiles: Probably not. Stiles: The desk. Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out. Scott: I know. Stiles: It's your boss. Scott: What? Stiles: Deaton, the alpha? Your boss. Scott: No. Stiles: Yes, murdering psycho werewolf. Scott: That can't be. Stiles: Oh come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convenient timing? Scott: It's not him. Stiles: He killed Derek. Scott: No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead. Stiles: Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next. Scott: Okay, just - What do we do? Stiles: We get to my jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job, good? Stiles: No, they don't open. The school's climate - controlled. Scott: Then we break it. Stiles: Which will make a lot of noise. Scott: Then, uh, then we run really fast. Really fast. Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep? Stiles: What do you mean? Nothing's wrong. Scott: It's bent. Stiles: What, like, dented? Scott: No, I mean bent. Stiles: What the hell - Stiles: That's my battery. Scott: Don't. Stiles: We have to move. Scott: He could be right outside. Stiles: He is right outside. Scott: Just let me take a look. Stiles: Nothing? Scott: No. Stiles: Move now? Scott: Move now. Scott: This way. Stiles: No, no, no, no. Scott: What? Stiles: Somewhere without windows. Scott: Every single room in this building has windows. Stiles: Or somewhere with less windows. Scott: The locker room. Stiles: Yeah. Scott: Okay. Scott: Call your dad. Stiles: And tell him what? Scott: I don't know, anything. Gas leak, a fire, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off. Stiles: What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad? Scott: They have guns. Stiles: Yeah, and Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane - laced bullet to even slow him down, you remember that? Scott: Then we - we have to - We have to find a way out and just run for it. Stiles: There's nothing near the school for at least a mile. Scott: What about Derek's car? Stiles: That could work. We go outside, we get the keys off his body, and then we take his car. Scott: And him. Stiles: Fine. Whatever. Stiles: What? Scott: I think I heard something. Stiles: Like what? Scott: Quiet. Scott: Hide. No, no, Stiles. No. Janitor: Son of a bitch! Stiles: Quiet! Janitor: Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do, kill me? Both of you get out. Stiles: Will you just listen for half a second, okay? Janitor: Not okay. Get the hell out of here right Now. Stiles: God, just one second to explain. Janitor: Just shut up and go. Stiles: Go! Go! Jackson: Lydia says we're coming to Get you. Allison: Please don't. Okay, I'm sure he's on his way. He's only - 26 minutes late. Lydia: You hear that? First it's "He's only 26 minutes late," a month later it's "He Only hits me when he's drunk." Slippery slope, Allison. Slippery slope. Jackson: We're picking you up. Allison: No. Jackson: Too late. Lydia gets what Lydia wants. Come on, get in. We can stop by his place and see if he's there. Lydia: Is that him with the best explanation ever of why he's half a freaking hour late? Allison: Not exactly. Stiles: What the hell? Scott: It's a dumpster. Stiles: He pushed it in front of the door to block us in. Come on, help me. Scott: Stop! Stiles: I'm not dying here. I'm not dying at school. Scott: We're not going to die. Stiles: God, what is he doing? What does he want? Scott: Me. Derek says it's stronger with a pack. Stiles: Oh, great. A psychotic werewolf who's into teen work. That's - that's beautiful. Jackson: What're they doing here anyway? Allison: All I got was this. Lydia: They lock the doors at night, you know? Allison: That one's open. Jackson: You don't need me to state the obvious, right? Allison: That it looks like they broke into the school? No, pretty obvious. Jackson: Do you want me to come with you? Allison: It's okay. Jackson: Hey, Allison - Allison: You have this look like you're about to say "Be Careful." Jackson: I am. What? Allison: That concerned look on you, I've never seen it before. Jackson: Well, I am concerned. Allison: Well, that's a good look on you. Don't worry. I'll be right back. Jackson: Okay. Stiles: What? Scott: Go. Stiles: All right, we have to do something. Scott: Like what? Stiles: I don't know. Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it. Something. Scott: What are you doing? Stiles: The desk. Come on, the desk. Scott: He can't - Stiles: All right. Jackson: Do you see that? Lydia: See what? Jackson: The hood on that piece of crap jeep looks crappier than usual. Lydia: Where are you going? Jackson: To take a look, stay here. Lydia: I'm not staying in the car. Jackson: Just stay in the damn - Lydia: Do not leave me alone in the car. Jackson: Fine. God, don't have a meltdown. Lydia: Look at that. It is indeed a piece of crap. Can we get Allison and leave now? What are you doing? Are you getting Allison? Jackson! Stiles: Come on, get across. Come on! Scott: What? Scott: What are you doing? Stiles: I just wanna get a look at It. Scott: Are you crazy? Stiles: Look, it's trapped, okay? It's not gonna get out. Yeah, that's right, we got you - Scott: Will you shut up! Stiles: I'm not scared of this thing. I'm not scared of you. Right, 'cause you're in there, and we're out here. You're not going any - Allison: Scott? Scott? Scott? Scott? Scott? Lydia: There's one right here. Jackson: Are you kidding me? You have to use the bathroom now? Lydia: Yes now. You have a problem with my performing a basic biological function? Jackson: You know, I'm starting to have a problem with all of your functions. Jackson: McCall. Scott? Derek? Lydia: Did you find them? Jackson: No, no. Scott: Wait. Do you hear that? Stiles: Hear what? Scott: It sounds like a phone ringing. Stiles: What? Scott: I know that ring. It's Allison's phone. Allison: Hey. I can't seem to find them. Okay, give me a second and I'll be right there. Stiles? Scott: No, it's me, where are you? Allison: I'm in the school looking for you, why weren't you at my place? Scott: Where are you right now? Allison: On the first floor. Scot: Where? Where are you exactly? Allison: The swimming pools. Scott: Get to the lobby. Go now. Allison: Okay, okay, I'm coming. Scott: Why did you come? What are you doing here? Allison: Because you asked me to. Scott: I asked you to? Allison: Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this message? Scott: Because I didn't. Stiles: Did you drive here? Allison: Jackson, did. Scott: Jackson's here too? Allison: And Lydia, what's going on? Who sent this text? Where are you? Lydia: Finally. Can we go now? Scott: Run! Scott: Help me get this in front of the door. Stiles: Scott, wait, not here. Allison: What was that? Scott, what was that? Lydia: What came out of the ceiling? Scott: Will you just help me? The chairs, stack the chairs. Stiles: Guys - Can we just wait a second? You guys, listen to me, w - Can we wait a second? Guys? Stiles talking. Can we hang on one second, please? Hello! Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now - what should we do about the 20 foot wall of windows? Allison: Can somebody please explain to me what's going on, because I'm freaking out here. And I would like to know why. Scott? Stiles: Somebody killed the janitor. Lydia: What? Stiles: Yeah, the janitor's dead. Allison: What's he talking about? Is this a joke? Jackson: What, who killed him? Lydia: No, no, no, no. This was supposed to be over. The mountain lion killed - Jackson: No, don't you get it? There wasn't a mountain lion. Allison: Who was it? What does he want? What's happening? Scott! Scott: I - I don't know. I - I just - If - if we go out there, he's gonna kill us. Lydia: Us? He's gonna kill us? Allison: Who? Who is it? Scott: It's Derek. It's Derek Hale. Jackson: Derek killed the janitor? Allison: Are you sure? Scott: I saw him. Lydia: The mountain li - Scott: No, Derek killed them. Allison: All of them? Scott: Yeah, starting with his own sister. Allison: The bus driver? Scott: And the guy in the video store - it's been Derek the whole time. He's in here with us. And if we don't get out now - He's going to kill us too. Jackson: Call the cops. Stiles: No Jackson: Wh - what do you mean "No?" Stiles: I mean no. You wanna hear it in spanish? No. Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with. Jackson: Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department. Call him. Lydia: I'm calling. Stiles: No, Lydia, would you just hold on a sec - Scott: Hey. Lydia: Yes, we're at Beacon Hills high school. We're trapped, and we need you to - but - She hung up on me. Allison: The police hung up on you? Lydia: She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break - in at the high school. She said if I called again that they're gonna trace it and have me arrested. Allison: Okay, then call again. Stiles: No, they won't trace a cell and they'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here. Allison: What the—what - what is this? Why does Derek wanna kill us? Why is he killing anyone? Scott: Why's everyone looking at me? Lydia: Is he the one that sent her the text? Scott: No. I mean, I don't know. Allison: Is he the one that called the police? Scott: I don't know! Stiles: All right, why don't we ease back on the throttle here, yeah? Stiles: Okay, first off, throwing Derek under the bus, nicely done. Scott: I didn't know what to say. I had to say something. And if he's dead then it doesn't matter, right? Except if he's not. Oh, god, I totally just bit her head off. Stiles: And she'll totally get over it. Bigger issues at hand here, like how do we get out alive? Scott: But we are alive. It could've killed us already. It's like it's cornering us or something. Stiles: So what, he wants to eat us all at the same time? Scott: No! Derek said it wants revenge. Stiles: Against who? Scott: Allison's family? Stiles: Maybe that's what the text was about. Someone had to send it. Jackson: Okay, assheads - new plan. Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that? Scott: He's right. Tell him the truth if you have to, just - just call him. Stiles: I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive. Jackson: All right, give me the phone. Allison: Jackson! Are you okay? Hey, are you okay? Stiles: Dad, hey, it's me. And it's your voice mail. Look, I need you to call me back now. Like, right now. We're at the school. Dad, we're at the school. Lydia: Oh my god. Stiles: The kitchen, the door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell. Scott: Which only goes up. Stiles: Up is better than here. Scott: Jackson, how many people can fit in your car? Jackson: Five, if someone squeezes on someone's lap. Allison: Five? I barely fit in the back. Stiles: It doesn't matter. There's no getting out without drawing attention. Scott: What about this? This leads to the roof. We can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in, like, seconds. Stiles: That's a deadbolt. Scott: The janitor has a key. Stiles: You mean his body has it. Scott: I can get it. I can find him by scent, by blood. Stiles: Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea. What else you got? Scott: I'm getting the key. Allison: Are you serious? Scott: Well, it's the best plan. Someone has to get the key if we wanna get out of here. Allison: You can't go out there unarmed. Scott: Well, it's better than nothing. Stiles: There's gotta be something else. Lydia: There is. Stiles: What are we gonna do? Throw acid on him? Lydia: No. Like a fire bomb. In there is everything you need to make a self - igniting molotov cocktail. Stiles: Self - igniting - Lydia: - molotov cocktail. What? I read it somewhere. Stiles: We don't have a key for that either. Lydia: Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid. Allison: No. No, this is insane, you can't do this. You cannot go out there. Scott: We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles' dad to check his messages. Allison: You could die. Don't you get that? He's killed three people. Scott: And we're next. Somebody has to do something. Allison: Scott, just stop. Do you remember - do you remember when you told me you knew whether or lying? That I had a tell. Well, so do you. You're a horrible liar. And you've been lying all night. Just - just please - please don't go. Please don't leave us. Please. Scott: Lock it behind me. Allison: I don't get this. I don't get why he's out there, and why he left us. And I can't - I can't stop my hands from shaking. Jackson: It's okay. It's okay, it's gonna be okay. Allison: Okay. Lydia: Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right? It has to be sulfuric acid. It won't ignite if it's not. Jackson: I gave you exactly what you asked for tonight. Lydia: Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure you did. Scott: Come on. Come get me. Damn it. Jackson: No, I'm fine. Like, seriously, I'm okay. Allison: That didn't sound okay at all. Stiles: What's on the back of your neck? Jackson: I said I'm fine. Lydia: It's been there for days. He won't tell me what happened. Jackson: As if you actually care. Stiles: All right, can we not argue for half a second here? Allison: Where's Scott? He should be back by now. Allison: Scott! Scott! Lydia: Where's he going? Allison: Scott. Scott. Scott! Scott! Lydia: Stop. Stop! Do you hear that? Listen! Sheriff: You sure it was Derek Hale? Scott: Yes. Stiles: I saw him too. Scott: What about the janitor? Sheriff: We're still looking. Scott: Did you check under the bleachers? Under them? Sheriff: Yeah, Scott, we looked. We pulled them out just like you asked, there's nothing. Scott: I'm not making this up. Sheriff: I know, I believe you, I do. Scott: No, you don't. You have this look like you feel bad for me. Like you wanna believe me, but I know you don't. Sheriff: Listen - We're gonna search this whole school. We're gonna find him. Okay? I promise. Deputy: Sheriff! Sheriff: Stay. Both of you. Stiles: Well, we survived, dude. You know? We outlasted the alpha. It's still good, right? Being alive? Scott: When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us. You don't think that it heard us? You don't think it knew exactly where we were? Stiles: Well, then how come we're still alive? Scott: It wants me in its pack. But I think, first - I have to get rid of my old pack. Stiles: What do you mean? What old pack? Scott: Allison. Jackson, Lydia. You. Stiles: The alpha doesn't wanna kill us. Scott: It wants me to do it. And that's not even the worst part. Stiles: How in holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott? Scott: Because when he made me shift - I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill you. All of you. Deaton: There you are. Scott: How - ? How did you - Deaton: Get out? Not easily. And from what they tell me, I'm alive because of you. I think I owe you a raise. Sheriff: Guys, come on, let's let the EMT's do their job. You can talk to him later. Scott: Allison! Are you okay? Allison: My dad's on his way. Scott: You need, uh, you need anything from me? Want me to go with you? Allison: No. I don't. Scott: Okay. Allison: And I also don't know what happened to you in there. I don't know what you were thinking. Maybe you weren't, but - Right now, I don't - I don't feel like I can trust you. Scott: Allison, I can explain. Allison: I don't care. Scott: Okay, don't say anything else, please, just don't say - Allison: Scott, I ca - Scott: Allison, just stop. Please, just don't say anything. Stiles' dad is gonna give me a ride home. I need to make sure my mom isn't freaking out. I'm gonna get a new phone tomorrow morning, and - I'm gonna get a new phone, and I'm gonna give you a call - Allison: Don't. Scott: What? Allison: Don't call. Just - Just please don't call me |
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