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  03x14 - More Bad Than Good
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Previously on Teen Wolf

Peter: Why're you looking at me like this is my fault? You're seeing things, aren't you?

Scott: How'd you know?

Lydia: Because it's happening to all three of you.


Wake up!

Sheriff: Eight years ago, almost an entire family died in a car accident. A young girl named Malia was never found. Two bodies that were still in the car were covered in bites and slashes.

Scott: Malia?

Severo: You see this equipment? Very old. The settings are not quite accurate anymore. So it's hard to tell just how far to turn the dial. I think it's a little high.


Severo: I've seen some crack their teeth. Others, they just shake and shake even after their heart stops. Sometimes we don't even know they're dead.



Severo: But nobody wants to play a guessing game. So, why don't you just tell us? Where is la loba?

Derek: We don't know where la loba is.

Derek: No? Maybe you need a different method of persuasion? Maybe we cut one of you in half, the other talks?

Peter: I would love to be there for volunteer, but we really don't know what you're talking about. And honestly, isn't bisecting people with a broad sword a little medieval?


Severp: Broad sword? We're not savages.


Severo: We all wonder how far your little healing trick goes. What do you think? Can you grow back an arm? We're pretty sure you can't grow back your head.

Araya: Boys.



Derek: No hablo espanol.

Araya: Tu hablas muchos idiomas, Derek Hale. You know exactly what I'm saying. And you know who we want. Where is the She-Wolf?

Derek: We don't know any She-Wolf.

Araya: I know you won't talk, lobito. This one will talk. This one loves the sound of his own voice.

Peter: You should hear me sing.

Severo: We want to hear you scream.

Peter: No one ever wants to hear me sing.

Araya: What could we do to persuade you, hmm? Where is the She-Wolf?


Araya: Think about it. I'm only going to ask you nine more times.




Stiles: I think I found something.

Scott: So did I.

Stiles: It's a coyote den.

Scott: Werecoyote.

Stiles: You see this? This is Malia's. Remember, it's the same one she was wearing in the photo.

Scott: We shouldn't be in here.

Stiles: What do you mean?

Scott: She's not going to come back now. We just invaded her home. Our scent's going to be everywhere.

Stiles: If she's not going to come back here, where's she going to go?

Scott: I don't know.

Stiles: Can you track her now? You think you got her scent?

Scott: Maybe. But I'm better at this when I'm a full wolf. And I'm still worried that if I do it, I won't be able to turn back.


Stiles: The door's still open.

Scott: If I can't get to Derek, we're gonna have to find someone else to help. This is basically a crime scene, right? I think it might be a little out of my boss's league.

Stiles: And more in my dad's.


Sheriff: You're sure it was her?

Scott: I looked her right in the eyes. And they glowed just like mine.

Stiles: It makes sense, Dad.

Sheriff: But it wasn't a girl. It was a four-legged coyote, right?

Stiles: Well, okay. But yeah, see, that's the point that we don't exactly have figured out yet.

Scott: Okay, but if it was a full moon and she did change while her mom was driving, then anything could've happened.

Stiles: Horrible things could've happened. Ripping, shredding, tearing things.

Scott: Which is probably what caused the accident.

Stiles: Think about it, Dad, all right. They're driving, Malia starts to change, she goes out of control, the mom crashes and everybody dies

Scott: Except for Malia.

Stiles: She blames herself, all right, goes off running into the woods and eventually becomes trapped inside the body of a coyote.

Sheriff: That makes sense.


Sheriff: In a Chinese folktale. Boys, this is this is insane. I need this kept quiet. The two of you, not a word. I don't want anyone hearing about this. I especially don't want Mr. Tate hearing about this. Scott? Scott!

Scott: Sorry. What did you say?

Sheriff: Oh, hell. Mr. Tate.

Agent Mccall: Mr. Tate?

Mr Tate: It's hers.

Agent Mccall: All right, wait here.

Scott: Dad.

Agent Mccall: I'll talk to you in a minute. I wouldn't mind hearing how your mom's okay with you running around in the woods this late.

Sheriff: What the hell are you doing bringing him here?

Agent Mccall: I'm getting confirmation on a more than significant lead. And starting to understand why your department can't close cases.

Sheriff: There's no body. There's no remains to identify.

Agent Mccall: Well, not yet, Sheriff. But do a little digging and I'm sure you'll uncover something. Like the bones of a 9-year-old girl.

Sheriff: I think you're going to find it's just a little bit more complicated than that, Special Agent.

Agent Mccall: Come on, Stilinski, you know how this goes. It's the not knowing that ruins people like Tate. The truth, no matter how profoundly it sucks the truth is always better than not knowing.


Stiles: Here's where we found the den. It's right in the middle of the hiking trails.

Allison: Well, that could narrow it down. Coyotes travel in fixed trails. But I think you're right about her not going back to the den. Coyotes don't like wolves. And they're really smart. If they don't want to be heard, they actually walk on their toes.

Stiles: Coyotes tip-toe?

Allison: They tip-toe.



Allison: I got to go, but send me the pinned location.

Stiles: Okay.

Kira: Hey. I'm Kira. You knew that. I knew you knew that. I don't know why I just told you that again. Anyway, I have something for you.

Scott: For me?

Kira: Yeah. About the bardo. My explanation was sort of all over the place, so I did some research and I printed it out for you.


Scott: Ah, you didn't have to do that.

Kira: It only took a couple of hours.

Scott: Wow. Then you really didn't have to do that.

Kira: I swear I printed it out.

Mr Yukimura: Kira. You forgot all the research you did for that boy you like. All right, everyone. Let's get started. We were just talking about internment camps and prisoners of war. There's a passage in our reading that I'd like to go over in more detail Who would like to come up and read aloud for us? Mr. Stilinski, how about you?

Stiles: Oh, maybe someone else could.

Mr Yukimura: Everyone participates in my class, Mr. Stilinski.

Stiles: Okay.


Stiles: Okay, okay. Come on, come on.

Scott: Stiles? You okay?


Scott: I should take him to the nurse's office. Stiles, look at me, man. Is this a panic attack?

Stiles: It's a dream, it's a dream. This is just a dream.

Scott: No, it's not. This is real. You're here. You're here with me. Okay, what do you do? I mean, like, how do you tell if you're awake or dreaming?

Stiles: Your fingers you count your fingers. You have extra fingers in dreams.

Scott: How many do I have? Hey! Look at me. Come on, Stiles. Look at my hands and count with me.

Stiles: One Two.

Scott: Keep going.

Stiles: Three. Four.

Scott: Five.

Stiles: Six. Seven.

Scott: Eight.

Stiles: Nine. Ten.

Scott: Ten. Ten.


Stiles: What the hell is happening to me?

Scott: We'll figure it out. You're going to be okay.

Stiles: Am I? Are you? Scott, you can't transform. Allison's being haunted by her dead aunt. And I'm straight up losing my mind. We can't do this. We can't we can't help Malia. We can't help anyone.

Scott: We can try. We can always try.


Mr Yokumura: Do not forget the chapters on President Carter and the Commission on Wartime Relocation.


Kira: Oh, my God.






Peter: I don't want to make it sound like we don't appreciate your hospitality but do you think it would be possible to put that on ice? Maybe something for my hand? Extra-large Band-Aid? Perhaps some antibiotic ointment?





Severo: No.



Derek: You're the one who saved Isaac.

Braeden: I'm the one who was hired to save Isaac.

Peter: Someone hired you to get us out of here?

Braeden: Someone hired me to get Derek out of here. You, I'm totally fine leaving for dead.

Peter: When did I get this reputation?

Derek: Who hired you?

Braeden: Deucalion.

Peter: Deucalion? The guy who did that to you?

Braeden: A girl's gotta eat. All right, let's get the hell out of here.

Derek: We're not leaving without it.

Braeden: Without what?

Sheriff: A couple of students said they saw it running across the field and back into the woods. Thank God, nobody got hurt.

Stiles: What happens if she does hurt someone?


Sheriff: Most likely they'll have to put it down.

Stiles: Put her down? Dad, try not to forget there's a girl in there, one that you'll be killing. Come on, you aren't back to not believing, are you?

Sheriff: I believe there are a lot of things I don't understand yet. But that doesn't mean that everything and anything imaginable is suddenly possible. Now, are you 100% sure that this is a girl and not an animal?

Stiles: Yes. Because Scott's sure. Scott, you been listening?

Stiles: All right, let's get this figured out. Come on.

Kira: Dad, seriously, I'm okay.

Mr Yukimura: Why were you not headed to lunch like everyone else?

Kira: They left their bags. I was just trying to do something nice. You do something nice and you make friends. Or so I've heard.

Stiles: Scott. I think I know what she was looking for.

Scott: You took the doll from the car?

Stiles: Yeah, I thought you could use it, you know, for like her scent.

Mr Tate: Where did you get that? Where did you find this? It belonged to my daughter.


Sheriff: Sorry.

Sheriff: Mr. Tate, I don't know how you heard about this. If you got your own police scanner or what but you can't be here.

Mr Tate: I have a permit.

Sheriff: California schools are gun free zones, permit or no permit. You need to leave, Mr. Tate. Now.


Mr Tate: You find that animal. You find that thing.

Deaton: Xylazine. It's a tranquilizer for horses. For a werecoyote, expect it to work within seconds. I only have three. So whoever's shooting, needs to be a damn good shot.

Scott: Allison's a perfect shot.

Isaac: She used to be.

Scott: She can do it.

Isaac: If we manage to find the thing.

Stiles: Okay, what is the point of him? Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity and the scarf? What's up with the scarf anyway? It's 65 degrees out.

Isaac: Look, maybe I'm asking a question no one here wants to ask. How do we turn a coyote back into a girl, when she hasn't been a girl for eight years?

Scott: I can do it.

Stiles: You can?

Scott: You remember the night that Peter trapped us in the school? In the gym, he was able to make me turn using just his voice. Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery.

Deaton: This is a werecoyote, Scott. Who knows if it'll even work if you can find someone who can teach you.

Stiles: That's why you called Derek, first.


Scott: Yeah, I could try it on my own.But right now, I'm too scared to even change into just a werewolf.

Stiles: We need a real Alpha. You know what I mean. An Alpha who can do Alpha things. You know, an Alpha who can get it going. You know, get it

Isaac: Up?

Scott: Great. I'm an Alpha with performance issues.

Deaton: Is there anyone else besides Derek who could help?

Isaac: I wouldn't trust Peter.

Stiles: Maybe the twins?

Deaton: They're not Alphas anymore. after what Jennifer did, almost killing them? It broke that part of them.

Stiles: Yeah, but what if they know how to do it?

Scott: Nobody's seen them for weeks.

Stiles: Actually, that's not totally true.

Lydia: They said they'd meet us here.



Scott: I thought you guys were gonna teach me to roar.

Aiden: We are. You do it by giving in.

Ethan: Giving in and letting go. That's how Deucalion taught us control.


Stiles: Hey, you know, that's funny. I've actually tried something like this one time using a heart monitor and lacrosse balls. But you're right, beating the living crap out of him is probably a lot better.

Scott: That's actually the plan? You kick my ass?

Aiden: You're afraid to turn.

Ethan: We're gonna make you. You turn. Then you kick our asses.

Aiden: And then you roar.


Aiden: You don't think you can let go with us?

Ethan: You think you're going to hurt us?

Aiden: Come on, McCall. Give it your all.

Ethan: We can always heal.


Aiden: You're an Alpha. You want to roar like one, you've got to give in full throttle. You've got to be the monster. Become the beast.

Ethan: Become everything you're afraid of. That's what gives you power. It gives you strength.


Aiden: Giving into it doesn't make you the bad guy.

Ethan: So long as you can control it.

Aiden: Sometimes control's a little overrated.


Stiles: Come on, Scott. Fight back.

Scott: What if I can't control it? What if I can't turn back?

Ethan: Then it takes over. You become Malia. You get further and further away from being human. You turn into an animal. Or worse.

Aiden: You turn into Peter.




Aiden: What? I thought we were helping him.

Ethan: You help too much.


Allison: Do you think you can hone in on Malia? If not, we're going to be in the woods for a long time.

Isaac: I've got a pretty good lock on her scent. It's actually kind of strong.

Allison: What is it?

Isaac: Pee. You okay?

Kate: The ME marked the cause of death as animal attack, but the authorities are waiting for confirmation by autopsy. Personally, I think it might have been something a little Stranger. Ah. Well, there's definitely something wrong with it.


Kate: The rest of the organs look pretty good, though.


Isaac: Allison!

Allison: Oh, my God! I'm so sorry. I'm I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was doing. I'm sorry.

Isaac: Als, better than ring daggers, I guess.

Allison: How am I supposed to help anyone if I'm like this? What am I supposed to do?

Isaac: Allison. Let me help you. Show me what to do.


Lydia: Anyone else think we might be doing more harm than good?

Scott: We're trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter.

Isaac: Actually, we're trying to keep a guy from killing a coyote who is actually his daughter, who we don't know how to change from a coyote back to his daughter.

Stiles: And again with the not helping.

Scott: Did you bring it?

Sheriff: A jogger on her early morning run almost stepped right into this. Now, you want to tell me exactly how many of those you put out there?

Mr Tate: Sheriff, hold on Oh, my God.

Sheriff: Some kid could get trapped in one of these. Some kid could die in one of these.

Mr Tate: My kid died. Mine.

Sheriff: You and me. We're going out there right now. And we're going to disarm every single one, I don't care if it takes all night.

Mr Tate: It's in the house.

Sheriff: Tate! Tate!



Stiles: Wait, wait. Wait! Wait! I want the woods cleared of hikers, joggers, anybody else who might be on those trails.


Stiles: It took the doll again? What the hell is so important about this doll?

Sheriff: I don't know, but listen to me. There are traps all over those woods. Near the trails. Probably near the car crash. And Tate is out there with a rifle. I want you to stay out of those woods. You got that? Stiles?

Stiles: It's the doll.

Sheriff: Stiles?

Stiles: It's the doll?


Stiles: All right, but why would it go all the way to the school and then all the way back to the house just for a doll? One that was in the car wreck in the first place. We didn't find it in the coyote den.

Lydia: It likes the doll. Who cares?

Stiles: It likes the doll a lot.

Lydia: What kind of doll is it?

Stiles: I don't know. It's a doll, you know. It's got little arms, a big baby head and dead, soulless eyes. Actually, I took a pic. Here.

Lydia: That's Malia?

Stiles: Yeah, that's the jacket and the scarf we found in the den.

Lydia: Stiles, she's not holding the doll.

Stiles: That's Malia's younger sister. It's her doll.

Stiles: I know what she's doing.

Lydia: What?

Stiles: I know where she's going.

Allison: Isaac, wait!



Isaac: Allison, there he is. Hit Tate. Use the tranq on him.

Allison: Okay? Okay, come on.

Isaac: Allison. Allison! Breathe.




Allison: Isaac, she's gone.

Stiles: Scott, it's me, you got to call me back as soon as you can. It wasn't Malia's doll. It was her sister's. Malia left it at the car for her sister. It's like bringing flowers to a grave. Okay, and we stole the flowers. So, that's all she's trying to do, right. Bring the doll back to the grave, to the car wreck. That's where she's headed. The car wreck.

Lydia: Stiles?

Stiles: Yeah.

Lydia: Stiles!

Stiles: Lydia, don't move.

Lydia: Look for a warning label.

Stiles: A warning label?

Lydia: Instructions on how to disarm it.

Stiles: Lydia, why the hell would they put instructions on the bottom of a trap?

Lydia: Because animals can't read.

Stiles: Lydia, we got a problem.

Lydia: Huh?

Stiles: I can't read either.

Lydia: You don't need the instructions. When was the last time you've ever used instructions? Am I right? You don't need them because you are too smart to waste your time with them, okay? You can figure it out. Stiles, you're the one who always figures it out. So you can do it. Figure it out.

Stiles: Okay, here we go. Ready?


Stiles: Okay, here we go.









Stiles: That's what I'm talking about.



Sheriff: Mr. Tate.

Mr Tate: Malia?


Derek: It's made from a Rowan tree. It's mountain ash wood. And that would be just mountain ash. Somebody really doesn't want our hands in there.


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