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TEEN WOLF
"Pilot"
byJeff Davis
“Pilot”
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
EXT. BEACON HILLS - NIGHT
On the rural outskirts of a small California town called Beacon Hills, POLICE OFFICERS and STATE TROOPERS gather on a dirt road. At their sides, SEARCH DOGS bark and whine, pulling their leashes taut.
One by one, the Officers click on flashlights and then glance to the LEAD OFFICER for his signal. Finally, he gives a nod. Seconds later, a dozen streaks of light tear through the shadowy woods.
A desperate search begun...
EXT. MCCALL HOME - NIGHT
Not far from those dense woods a two-story home lies hidden under a canopy of trees. A gentle wind drifts into the open window of an upstairs bedroom where--
INT. MCCALL HOME/SCOTT’S ROOM - NIGHT
TWO HANDS thread the thick laces on the head of a lacrosse stick. The work is fast and precise, fingers pulling each lace into a diamond mesh pattern. Knotting the last loop at the base, sixteen year-old SCOTT McCALL stands with the re-threaded stick.
Dressed in only a pair of athletic shorts, his lithe frame may still have some filling out to do but it’s nevertheless easy to see that he’ll soon grow into a strikingly handsome young man with deep black eyes designed to melt the hearts of hopeful young girls.
Scooping up a ball from his bedroom floor, he gives the lacrosse stick a spin, seeing the lacing holding tight.
A moment later the re-threaded stick is dropped next to a school backpack as--
Scott pumps out a few chin-ups at the bar mounted in the doorway of his closet and then--
Toothbrush in his mouth, he reaches for the window sill to pull it down. But he stops when he hears a SOUND. He cocks his ear to listen again. Under the whispering wind, he hears MOVEMENT, a STRANGE SHUFFLING NOISE.
INT. MCCALL HOME/HALLWAY - NIGHT
Scott silently slips into the hallway and peers into another bedroom. His mother, MELISSA McCALL, late thirties, both remarkably strong and remarkably beautiful, sleeps over the covers of the bed, fully clothed as if she’d just passed out after having walked in. Scott eases her door shut as--
EXT. MCCALL HOME - NIGHT
The glass door to the porch slides open. Now armed with a BASEBALL BAT, Scott starts for the yard. Breath held tight, he moves cautiously off the porch steps.
THE SOUND OF MOVEMENT stops him cold.
Holding still, he peers left and right as he white-knuckles the bat, ready to swing. When his eyes wander up to the side of house he sees--
A DARK FIGURE climbing the vine-wrapped TRELLIS. Before Scott even knows what’s happening, the figure BREAKS free and comes hurtling toward him.
Scott HOLLERS in terror as an upside down face appears in front of him. He almost swings the bat before realizing who it is.
SCOTTStiles, what the hell are you doing?
STILESYou weren’t answering your phone.
Feet caught in the trellis, STILES hangs in front of Scott. A sixteen year-old with boundless energy, he continues talking upside down as if this were a perfectly normal way to have a conversation.
STILES (CONT'D)I know it’s late, but you gotta’ hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. They’re bringing in every officer from the Beacon department and even State Police.
SCOTTFor what?
STILESTwo joggers found a body in the woods.
2.
SCOTTA dead body?
STILESNo, a body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body.
Reaching up to pull himself free of the trellis, he lands on his feet in front of Scott.
SCOTTYou mean like murdered?
STILESNobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties.
SCOTT Hold on. If they found a body, what are they looking for now?
STILESThat’s the best part. They only found half.
EXT. BEACON HILLS PRESERVE - NIGHT
A beat-up jeep skids to a halt just beyond the heavily wooded entrance to the Beacon Hills Preserve. Stiles gets out with a flashlight in hand. Scott follows, hurrying to keep up with him as he charges into the hiking paths.
SCOTTI can’t believe we’re doing this.
STILESHey, you’re the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town. Besides, it’s our last night of summer freedom.
SCOTTI was trying to get a good night’s sleep for practice tomorrow.
STILESRight, because sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort.
SCOTTNo, because I’m playing this year. In fact, I’m going to make starting lineup.
3.
STILESThat’s the spirit. Everyone should have a dream. Even a completely unrealistic one.
SCOTTJust out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?
STILES Huh. I didn’t even think about that.
SCOTTAnd what if whoever killed the girl is still out here?
STILESAlso something I didn’t think about.
SCOTTComforting to know you’ve planned this out with your usual attention to detail.
Racing up the paths, Scott’s breath begins to shorten.
SCOTT (CONT’D)Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight.
Stiles slows, but not because of Scott. Outside a clearing, YELLOW POLICE TAPE marks off a perimeter under FLOODLIGHTS.
Grinning, Stiles looks to Scott who can’t help but smile back. Crouching low, they circle the crime scene looking for the best vantage point. But they freeze at the sound of a ZIPPER being pulled up on a BODY BAG. TWO BARE FEET are momentarily visible as the zipper pulls closed and OFFICERS lift the body bag up into the Medical Examiner’s van.
SCOTT (CONT’D)Is that the second half of the body?
STILESNo, they would have called off the search. Come on.
He and Scott retreat from the perimeter back into the dark of the woods. As they crest a hill, Stiles pauses. Below them, FLASHLIGHT BEAMS scour the shadows, the police search just ahead. Unable to stand still, Stiles races forward.
4.
SCOTTStiles, wait up!
But quickly running out of air, Scott pulls his inhaler from his jacket. While he pauses to take a hit from it Stiles disappears up ahead. Then, realizing he’s left Scott behind, he slows to look back when--
BARKING spins him around.
FANGED TEETH SNAP FEROCIOUSLY at him, sending him staggering away and falling right onto his ass. The SEARCH DOGS yank back against their leashes just before tearing him apart.
A few yards away, Scott retreats behind a tree to hide.
STATE TROOPERStay right there!
Scott freezes. It’s not him the State Trooper was yelling at, however. Peering out, he sees Stiles has run right into a search party. Flashlight beams in his eyes, the boy puts his hands in the air as large, threatening figures hurry forward.
DEPUTY STILINSKI (O.S.)Hold on, hold on, this little delinquent belongs to me.
DEPUTY STILINSKI steps into the light past the GROWLING search dogs. Stiles shrinks under his glare.
DEPUTY STILINSKI (CONT'D)Do you listen in on all of my phone calls?
STILESNo... Not the boring ones.
DEPUTY STILINSKIAnd where’s your usual partner in crime?
STILESWho? Scott? Scott’s home. Said he wanted to get a good night’s sleep for the first day back at school.
DEPUTY STILINSKI (calling out)
Scott? You out there?
Hidden in the shadows, Scott doesn’t move.
5.
DEPUTY STILINSKI (CONT'D)(still clearly suspicious)
All right, young man, I’m taking you back to your car and we’re going to discuss a little something called Invasion of Privacy.
Watching his friend get escorted away, Scott slowly steps out from the cover of the trees with an irritated sigh.
Starting off, he tries to find his way back out of the woods, but with each step it becomes increasingly difficult to see in the pitch black.
At a fork in the path, he pauses in confusion. He’s about to start off down one direction when he hears--
A RUSTLING among the trees.
Scott holds still. Breath tightening more from fear than asthma, he reaches into his pocket for his INHALER when--
He hears an odd RUMBLING. The sound of sudden and furious movement RISING in volume and velocity until--
HALF A DOZEN DEER CHARGE OUT OF THE DARKNESS, soaring past him with the thunderous BEAT of hooves trampling the leaves and twigs covering the ground.
Startled, HE DROPS THE INHALER.
Then, finding he’s once again alone in the dark, he kneels down to the leaf-covered ground to search for the inhaler. Pulling out his cell phone, he LIGHTS the display.
Slowly moving the phone’s minimal LIGHT over the ground, Scott doesn’t find his inhaler but does manage to briefly illuminate--
A FACE.
Dead eyes peer up from the pale, yet beautiful face of a young woman torn in half.
CRYING OUT IN SHOCK, Scott lurches up, tripping on his own feet and tumbling over the unearthed roots of a tree. Suddenly, he’s propelled down a leaf-covered slope, rolling head over heels right into--
A CREEK BED.
Pushing himself up from the icy water, a breathless Scott looks up at the embankment down which he just fell. He’s about to get up when--
6.
A LOW GROWL stops him moving. Stops him breathing. Something crouches in the shadows right near him. Something very large.
Scott slowly begins to turn around when--A SHAPE HURTLES TOWARD HIM.
For the briefest instant there’s a flash of razor-sharp teeth. Scott twists forward, CRYING OUT. Then, seeming to disentangle himself from the attacking animal, he scrambles back to his feet and takes off in a panicked run.
Whipping through branches tearing at his skin and clothes, he races blindly through the forest until he reaches--
A BARBED WIRE FENCE.
With barely a second to coordinate his effort, Scott lurches over the wire, shirt catching and tearing across the barbs.
EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
Crashing out of the woods and into the road, Scott whirls around to face AN ONCOMING CAR. The driver swerves, almost clipping him. BLARING the HORN, the car hurtles past.
Breathless, Scott backs away from the woods. With the world spinning around him, dark blood sticks his tattered shirt to his back over--
A DEEP AND VICIOUS LOOKING BITE.
Struggling for calm, he whips around when he hears the strangest sound.
THE HOWLING OF A WOLF.
It echoes through the hills, over the trees, across the rooftops and into the dead of night...
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT ONE
7.
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
EXT. BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL/PARKING LOT - DAY
With his lacrosse stick strapped to his backpack, Scott pedals into the parking lot of Beacon Hills High School. Amid the swarm of students, he pulls his bike to one of the racks.
Gently taking his backpack off, he twists around to get a look at the BANDAGE now covering the BITE on his lower back under his shirt. Wincing in pain, but also seeing that no blood has seeped through, he pulls the shirt back down over the bandage and kneels to lock up his bike.
A pristine BMW M6 with a license plate that reads: JACKSON, blazes into the lot and stops in the space next to the racks. Scott, still kneeling, gets bumped in the back when the driver’s side door opens.
JACKSON HOLLANDER, exceptionally good-looking and usually oblivious to anyone not within his social or financial circle, steps out and notices Scott.
JACKSONSorry, little man. Didn’t see you.
(re: Scott’s lacrosse stick)
Trying out for the team?
SCOTTI’m on the team, actually. Second string.
JACKSONOh. Sweet.
Grabbing his bag and LACROSSE equipment from the trunk, he meets his other “buds” in the lot.
Scott watches them for a moment. Half a dozen jocks, all good looking with big smiles and perfect teeth, expensive cars, pretty girls coming up to say hello.
Still watching with that longing look of an outsider trying to figure out his way in, Scott steps away from the bike racks, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.
INT. BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL/CORRIDOR - DAY
Stiles and Scott hurry with the other students down the packed corridor to their first period class.
8.
SCOTTIt was too dark to see much but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf.
STILESA wolf bit you last night in the woods? No, not a chance.
SCOTTI heard a wolf howling.
STILESNo, you didn’t.
SCOTTWhat do you mean “No, I didn’t?” How do you know what I heard?
STILESCalifornia doesn’t have wolves. Not for the last sixty years.
SCOTTReally?
STILESYes, really. There are no wolves in California.
SCOTTWell, if you don’t believe me about the wolf, then you’re definitely not going to believe me when I tell you I saw the body.
STILESYou found it? Are you kidding?
SCOTTI wish. I’m going to have nightmares about it for the next month.
STILESThat’s freaking awesome. This is seriously the best thing that’s happened to this town since...
(looking past Scott)...since the birth of Lydia Sayers who’s walking toward us right now.
A drop-dead gorgeous junior named LYDIA SAYERS seems to float down the high school corridor like she was walking a fashion show runway in Milan.
9.
STILES (CONT'D)Hey Lydia, how are you? You look--
She walks right past.
STILES (CONT’D)...like you’re going to ignore me.
Scott laughs at him.
STILES (CONT'D)You’re the cause of this, you know. Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I’m a nerd by association. I’ve been Scarlet-nerded by you.
Blending into the crowd, they head into--
INT. BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL/CLASSROOM - DAY
First period English. Scott takes the desk next to Stiles as the teacher, MR. CURTIS walks in.
MR. CURTISAs you all know by now, there was indeed a body found in the woods last night. I’m sure your eager little minds are coming up with all sorts of macabre scenarios as to how it happened but I’ve been told by school officials that the police now have a suspect in custody.
Scott looks to Stiles who shrugs, news to him as well.
MR. CURTIS (CONT'D)A vagrant with a long history of psychiatric disorders was found camping out in the woods near where the body was found. Which means your undivided attention can now be given to the syllabus outlining the semester on your desks. Read it now. And by read I don’t mean skim.
THE SOUND of paper pages flipping RUMBLES toward Scott as students start reading. It’s strangely loud, causing his ears to twitch almost imperceptibly. Especially when--
A CELL PHONE RINGS.
He glances up. The other students quietly read the syllabus. Scott seems to be the only one noticing the RINGING.
10.
Gazing about, he can’t seem to find either the source of the RINGING or anyone else hearing it, almost as if the sound is purely in his own head. Then his eyes fall on the WINDOWS of the classroom...
OUTSIDE - across the quad, no less than fifty yards away, Scott sees--
ALLISON ARGENT. Sixteen and radiating with an innocent beauty. As she puts a cell phone to her ear, it becomes obvious that, despite the closed windows and the distance, this is the RINGING Scott is somehow able to hear.
More astonishingly, Scott can hear both Allison and her caller, their VOICES echoing with a tinny effect, as if coming through a stereo whose treble was turned up to ten.
ALLISONMom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it.
MRS. ARGENT (V.O.)Just making sure you’re there okay and you’ve got everything you need.
But Allison digs through her bag, becoming alarmed.
ALLISONEverything except a pen. Oh my God, I didn’t actually forget a pen.
MRS. ARGENT (V.O.)Don’t panic. I’m sure you can borrow one from another student.
ALLISONOkay, okay, I gotta’ go. Love ya.
Unable to take his eyes off the extraordinary girl, Scott watches the school’s PRINCIPAL join her on the steps.
PRINCIPALSorry to keep you waiting.
The Principal guides her across the quad toward the other side of the building, their conversation becoming clearer to Scott with every step.
PRINCIPAL (CONT'D)So you were saying San Francisco isn’t where you grew up?
11.
ALLISONNo, but we managed to stay there for more than a year which is unusual in my family. We kind of bounce around a lot because of my Dad’s work. They’re always asking him to relocate.
Even when Allison and the Principal disappear from view, Scott can still hear them along with the CLATTER of the building door opening, the CLICKING of their heels on the tile floor of the hall.
PRINCIPAL (O.S.)Well, hopefully, Beacon Hills is your last stop for a while.
The door opens, causing the rest of the class to look up.
PRINCIPAL (CONT’D)Class, this is Allison Argent. She’s joining us from San Francisco. Please do your best to make our new student feel welcome.
Scott barely breathes as he watches Allison start toward him, heading for the one empty desk left in the room.
Right behind him.
She puts her notebook down, then glances up to see Scott turned toward her. Holding out a PEN. With a relieved but curious smile, she takes it from him.
ALLISONThanks.
Scott gives her a nod. Turning around, his gaze FOCUSES on Stiles’s desk where his friend’s SUNGLASSES sit. In the MIRRORED LENSES Scott can see Allison reflected behind him. He watches her, taking in every detail of her exquisite face, utterly unable to look away.
MR. CURTISOkay, let’s begin with Kafka...
INT. BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL/CAFETERIA - DAY
Silence. And then the doors of the cafeteria push open. As Scott steps in, the unrelenting cacophony of high school lunch period SLAMS into him with brutal force.
12.
Every sound--from dishes CLANKING down onto trays to plastic wrappers being pulled open to the CLATTER of silverware--assaults him with pin-drop clarity.
STILESYou all right?
Overwhelmed, Scott doesn’t even hear Stiles. His hands come up to his ears to cover them when--
He sees ALLISON across the room.
Somehow just the sight of her seems to turn the volume down on his hypersensitive hearing, returning his world to normal.
They connect eyes for the briefest moment. Allison starts to smile, recognizing the cute guy who gave her the pen. But then Lydia Sayers swoops in front of her.
LYDIAThat jacket is absolutely killer. Where did you get it?
ALLISONMy Mom was a buyer for a boutique shop back in San Francisco.
LYDIAYou’re sitting with me.
Taking Allison by the arm, she guides her over to the popular table. Jackson pulls Lydia toward his lap, but she brushes him off in order to continue talking to Allison.
A few tables away, Scott sits down to eat lunch with Stiles and their friend Rebecca Harlowe, better known as HARLEY. Among the high school hierarchy they fall somewhere between the popular crowd and the nerds, like the middle class between the profoundly rich and the pathetically poor.
HARLEYCan somebody tell me how New Girl is here all of five minutes and she’s already at Lydia’s table?
STILESBecause she’s hot. Beautiful people herd together.
HARLEYIs that why Lydia isn’t herding with you?
13.
STILESLydia’s a long term project, okay? And trust me, I’ve got all the patience in the world for a high yield investment like her.
HARLEYWell, I don’t think New Girl’s that pretty. Scott, you think she’s pretty? Scott?
He doesn’t even blink, every ounce of his attention consumed by Allison at Lydia’s table.
STILESI’d take that as a yes.
Head cocked slightly, Scott TUNES in the conversation across the room, VOICES coming into focus.
ALLISONA party?
SENIORFriday night. We could go together.
ALLISONI can’t. It’s Family Night this Friday. But thanks for asking.
SENIORYou sure? Everyone’s going after the scrimmage game.
ALLISONYou mean like football?
JACKSONFootball is a joke at Beacon. The sport here is Lacrosse. We won the state championship the last three years--
LYDIA(re: Jackson)
Because of a certain team captain.
JACKSONEvery season starts with a scrimmage to decide the new first string players. You ever watch Lacrosse?
14.
ALLISONI’m actually not sure how it’s played other than--well, violently.
Stiles notices Scott watching the other table intently. Not merely staring, but seeming to listen.
JACKSONMaybe you should just come see for yourself. We have practice today.
LYDIAYou don’t have to be anywhere right after school, do you?
ALLISONWell, no, but--
LYDIAPerfect. You’re coming.
A WHISTLE BLOWS--
EXT. LACROSSE FIELD - DAY
The Lacrosse Team’s Assistant Coach gives the WHISTLE another loud blast, gathering the team on the field. Stiles and Scott lag behind the others.
STILESJust think about this. If you play this season I’ll have no one to talk to on the bench. You really gonna’ do that to your best friend?
SCOTTI can’t sit out again, Stiles. My whole life is sitting on the sidelines. This season, I make first string.
Heading for the field, he stops abruptly when he sees Lydia climbing the bleachers to watch the practice. And stepping right behind her... Allison.
COACHMcCall! You’re in the goal.
Scott trots over to the COACH, a man with little comprehension of the difficulties of teenage life.
SCOTTBut I’ve never played goal.
15.
COACHI know. Scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. It’s a first day back thing. Get them energized, jazzed up.
SCOTTWhat about me?
COACHTry not to take any in the face.
Stepping into the net, Scott glances to the bleachers where Allison watches. As he puts his helmet on, his eyes focus on Lydia and Allison in mid-conversation.
LYDIAHim? I’m not sure who he is. Why?
ALLISONHe’s in my English class.
Scott looks up, shocked to hear Allison asking about him. But with his hearing momentarily turned up, he flinches at the WHISTLE BLOW, sound RINGING through his skull.
One of the bigger players charges forward as the Assistant Coach passes the ball to him. Catching it, he whips his stick forward, HURLING the ball toward the goal.
Still reeling from the WHISTLE, Scott looks up too late to see the ball soaring toward him. IT BOUNCES RIGHT OFF HIS HELMET and into the net.
The team LAUGHS wickedly. Even the Coach snickers.
Cheeks burning under his mask, Scott steals himself for the next player. When the WHISTLE BLOWS again, he’s ready.
The Assistant Coach passes the ball to the player who catches it and FIRES it right at the goal.
Scott moves startlingly fast, almost an instantaneous reaction. Then he notices the player staring at him with a mixture of disappointment and surprise. Scott has the ball.
He caught it.
When the next player takes the shot, Scott catches the ball again. And then again. And again. Nothing can get past him.
In the bleachers, Allison and Lydia sit forward.
16.
ALLISON (CONT'D)He seems like he’s pretty good.
LYDIAVery good.
With a seductive smile, Lydia keeps her gaze locked on Scott who now stands in the goal with a far more confident posture.
That is until Jackson pushes to the head of the line. Glaring at Scott, his gloves twist around his lacrosse stick as if he’s trying to strangle it.
The Assistant Coach tosses the ball up.
SCOTTOh God...
Jackson launches himself forward, catching the toss and spinning around to fire the ball at the goal. But Scott moves with supernatural precision.
The ball lands right in the pocket of the goalie stick.
Stiles lets out a HOLLER, jumping up on the bench.
In the bleachers, Lydia stands and gives a WHOOP as well causing Jackson to throw a look at her. She returns his glare with a sly smile, a warning to step up his game.
Grinning, Scott gives the goalie stick a whirl, spinning it with a flick of his wrist and sending the ball soaring--
Right into the pocket of the Assistant Coach’s stick.
ASSISTANT COACH(to the Coach)
Somebody’s been practicing.
EXT. BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL/PARKING LOT - DAY
Gym bag over their shoulders, an elated Stiles follows Scott to the parking lot at the end of practice.
STILESThat was freaking awesome! I mean did you see the look on Jackson’s face? He was pissed.
About to respond, Scott instead stops in his tracks. He stands practically paralyzed while Allison crosses the parking lot. Coming right toward him.
17.
With Stiles watching in awe, the beautiful girl holds out a pen to Scott.
ALLISONJust wanted to give this back.
SCOTTUh... you... you can keep it.
ALLISONIt’s okay. I plan to bring one tomorrow. I’m Allison.
SCOTTI know. I mean I heard your name in first period--from the Principal--
LYDIAAllison, let’s go!
Lydia takes her by the arm, pulling her away before Scott can finish. Allison turns to give him a quick wave and then disappears in Lydia and Jackson’s crowd.
STILESYou can breathe now.
SCOTT(mesmerized)
That’s Allison. Her name--
STILESIs Allison. I got it. Come on, put your bike in the back of my jeep.
SCOTT(suspicious)
Why do I get the feeling you’re not just giving me a ride home out of the kindness of your heart.
STILESBecause my Dad--who’s still pissed at me for last night--told me they haven’t found the second half of the body yet.
SCOTTSo I’m going to show you where it is and you get to play hero?
STILESOr just keep from getting grounded.
18.
With the bike in the back of the jeep, he fires up the ENGINE.
EXT. BEACON HILLS WOODS - DAY
Sunlight filtering through the leaves into the woods below, Scott retraces his steps from last night with Stiles following behind him.
SCOTTI don’t know what it was. I mean I felt like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. I’ve never felt this good in my life actually. And that’s not the only weird thing. I mean I can hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear. And I can smell things.
STILESSmell things? Like what?
SCOTTLike the mint mojito gum in your pocket.
STILESI don’t have any...
Stiles pulls out a lint-covered piece of wrapped gum from the bottom of his pocket.
STILES (CONT'D)All this started with the bite?
SCOTTWhat if it’s some kind infection? What if my body is flooding with adrenaline before I fall into shock? How do I know my senses aren’t going crazy because my heart’s about to explode? I knew I should have gone to the emergency room.
STILES I think I’ve actually heard of this. It’s a specific kind of infection.
SCOTTAre you serious?
19.
STILESAll the symptoms add up. I think it’s called... Lycanthropy.
SCOTTWhat is that? Is that bad? It sounds bad.
STILESIt is. But only once a month.
SCOTTOnce a month?
STILESOn the night of a full moon.
Scott looks at him. And then gets it.
SCOTTYou’re an ass.
STILESHey, you’re the one who heard a wolf howling.
SCOTTThere could be something seriously wrong with me.
STILESI know! You’re a werewolf!
(off his look)Okay, okay, obviously, I’m just kidding. But if you see me in shop class melting down all the silver I can find, it’s only because Friday’s a full moon.
Scott pauses, throwing a confused glance over the woods.
SCOTTI swear this was it. The body was here. The deer came running, I dropped my inhaler...
STILESMaybe the killer moved the body.
SCOTTIf he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like eighty bucks.
20.
Scott kicks around the tall grass trying to find the inhaler. But Stiles taps him on the arm, bringing his attention to--
A FIGURE standing just a few yards away.
DEREK HALE. Nineteen and unquestionably handsome, he has a rougher look than the cleanly shaven Beacon Hills boys. While still a teenager, there’s nevertheless an undeniably adult sexuality smoldering underneath his profound confidence.
DEREKWhat are you doing here?
Both Scott and Stiles are too stunned to speak at first, something so odd about Derek’s abrupt and silent appearance.
DEREK (CONT'D)This is private property.
STILESSorry, we didn’t know.
Derek doesn’t move. He stares at Scott, not even seeming to bother noticing Stiles.
SCOTTWe were just looking for something. Forget it, though. Sorry to bother you.
But just as they’re turning to go, Derek reaches into his coat pocket. He tosses an OBJECT to Scott who easily catches it with his newfound reflexes.
His INHALER.
When he looks up to thank him, Derek is already walking away, disappearing back into the woods.
STILESDude, that was Derek Hale. You remember, right? He’s only a few years older than us.
SCOTTRemember what?
STILESHis family. They all burned to death in a fire like ten years ago. I remember the cops pulling him out of class to tell him. He went to live with his grandparents in Europe or something.
21.
SCOTTI wonder what he’s doing back.
Scott peers down at the inhaler in his hand and--
INT. MCCALL HOME/SCOTT’S ROOM - NIGHT
Sets it on top of his dresser. Clicking on the florescent light in the small bathroom in his bedroom, he gently pulls off his shirt to looks at the blood-soaked bandage on his lower back. He opens the medicine cabinet, reaching for a bottle of rubbing alcohol.
Moments later, with the bite now covered by a new bandage, an exhausted Scott falls onto his bed, eyelids fluttering closed as--
A WOLF lashes out, fangs flashing blood red.
Scott snaps his eyes open, waking suddenly to find he’s no longer in bed...
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
Jerking up, Scott knocks his head against something. Reaching with his hand, he touches what appears to be the thick, unearthed root of a tree.
Now fully awake and very alarmed, Scott, clothed only his boxers, scrambles out from beneath the downed tree. Glancing about in breathless shock, he discovers he’s sleepwalked all the way out into the middle of the woods.
Then his gaze slowly wanders up between the trees to find the MOON looming huge in the sky above.
Only days away from being full...
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT TWO
22.
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
INT. BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL/CLASSROOM - DAY
THE SCHOOL BELL RINGS causing Scott to wince at his desk in computer lab. As the students rush to take their seats he turns around to smile at Allison.
But she’s deeply focused on her computer, typing away at the start of class. So Scott turns forward again to find Stiles just ahead of him pointing to his own computer.
ON THE SCREEN - A web page shows the LUNAR FORECAST. Tonight’s moon at three quarters.
Scott rolls his eyes at Stiles’s grin.
INT. BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL/CORRIDOR - DAY
As the hands of the CLOCK hanging from the ceiling of the corridor point to 2:30 and the end of school, Scott closes his locker and searches the crowd of rushing students for--
Allison. He spots her just a few yards down the hall, grabbing her bag from her locker.
This is it. Scott’s last chance. He starts forward just as the throng of students comes toward him like a tidal wave. Shoulders shoving into him, he tries to navigate his way toward Allison, reaching her locker just as--
Lydia Sayers wraps an arm through Allison’s and pulls her into the end of school exodus. Scott looks after her with longing eyes, clearly wondering when he’s ever going to get a chance to talk to her.
EXT./INT. BEACON HILLS ANIMAL CLINIC - DAY
Beacon Hills’ lone veterinary hospital, a tiny establishment run by a young-looking thirty-something named DR. ALAN DEATON. He looks up from behind the reception desk to see Scott rushing in.
SCOTTSorry, I’m late.
DEATONOnly by two minutes.
SCOTTJust don’t want you to think I’m slacking.
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DEATONScott, I guarantee you’re the least slacking of all of the teens in this town.
Deaton watches the boy as he punches in at the time clock.
DEATON (CONT’D)So what are you so stressed about?
SCOTT(glancing up in surprise)
Is it that easy to tell?
DEATONYou have this look on your face. My Dad wore the same expression for an entire year right after I told him my girlfriend was actually my boyfriend.
Scott smiles weakly.
DEATON (CONT’D)What’s going on, kid?
INT. BEACON HILLS ANIMAL CLINIC/EXAMINING ROOM - DAY
Under the florescent light in the examining room, Scott pulls up his shirt so Deaton can get a look at the bite.
DEATONA neighborhood dog did this?
SCOTTYeah. I know I should have gone to the ER but, well...
DEATONInsurance?
Scott nods.
DEATON (CONT’D)Gotcha’. Okay, let’s have a look.
Deaton gently removes the bandage.
DEATON (CONT’D)Well, it doesn’t look like it’s going to require a visit to the ER. Or anything else actually.
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He motions for Scott to look in the mirror. What he sees is astonishing... Nothing at all. The bite is completely healed. There’s not a mark on him.
INT. BEACON HILLS ANIMAL CLINIC/WAITING ROOM - DAY
Scott follows Deaton back to the waiting room.
DEATONSo there’s a shipment of litter in the back, the antibiotic list is on the reception desk and don’t forget to lock both dead bolts when you leave, okay?
Slinging a bag over his shoulder, Deaton starts for the door.
SCOTTTake the umbrella. It’s going to rain.
DEATONReally? The news didn’t say anything. Are you sure?
Scott glances up, a strange expression on his face. He takes the slightest whiff of air through his nose.
SCOTT(nodding)
Definitely rain.
With a raised eyebrow, Deaton decides to trust the boy and grabs an umbrella by the door.
INT. BEACON HILLS ANIMAL CLINIC/CORRIDOR/CAGE ROOM - NIGHT
The door to a storage room opens into the corridor. Scott backs out, hauling a huge bag of kitty litter. Setting it against the wall he takes out a set of keys and unlocks the next door. But just before pulling it open--
He pauses, hand gripping the doorknob.
Holding still, he listens to the utterly silent clinic. And then he hears it... RAIN. Soft at first. Then ever more persistent. The pattering of drops on the roof.
Scott twists the knob and opens the door. He barely has a foot inside the room when the cages filled with CATS come alive with activity--
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The frightened felines suddenly bare their teeth, HISSING and clawing frenetically at the cage doors. All of them focused on Scott, their backs arched, struck with absolute terror.
Stunned, he staggers out of the room, SLAMMING the door shut.
INT. BEACON HILLS ANIMAL CLINIC/WAITING ROOM - NIGHT
Retreating into the waiting room, Scott can still hear the pandemonium coming from inside when--
A HAMMERING spins him around.
Standing outside and banging on the glass door with her fist is Allison. Rain-soaked it’s nevertheless easy to see that she’s crying and in a visible panic.
Quickly unlocking the door, Scott lets her in as she tries to explain through tears what happened.
ALLISONI didn’t see it. I took my eyes off the road for like two seconds to switch songs on my iPod and this dog--it came out of nowhere--
SCOTTOkay, it’s all right. Do you remember where it happened so I can send out animal control to find it?
ALLISONNo. I mean yes, I know where I hit it. But the dog--
SCOTTRight. Where is it?
ALLISONIn my car.
EXT. BEACON HILLS ANIMAL CLINIC/PARKING LOT - NIGHT
Following Allison to her car in the lot under the now drizzling rain, Scott opens the door to find an injured stray in the back seat. Hackles raised, the frightened brown lab mix is clearly in pain. Allison reaches in to try to pick him up but the dog snaps at her. Nearly getting bit, she flinches back, stepping right into Scott’s arms.
SCOTTYou okay?
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She nods, looking up at Scott behind her, his hands on her forearms, fingers lightly touching her soft skin.
SCOTT (CONT'D)He’s just frightened.
ALLISONThat makes two of us.
SCOTTLet me see if I have better luck.
Letting her go, Scott steps toward the open door, oddly calm.
ALLISONCareful.
As he connects eyes with the dog, something happens... SOUND drops out around him, all except for the dog’s nervous PANTING. Then its harsh gasps begin to ease as some sort of primal communication occurs between them.
CLOSE ON SCOTT - for the briefest moment, his EYES take on a strangely YELLOW tint, like that of a wolf.
In response, the dog lowers its body submissively, yielding to the obviously dominant animal.
With Allison watching in amazement, Scott gathers the dog into his arms and carries him into the vet’s office.
INT. BEACON HILLS ANIMAL CLINIC/EXAMINING ROOM - NIGHT
Inside, Scott gently lays the injured animal down on the examining table. Allison stays back, watching him inspect the dog while petting it, doing an expert job of calming it.
SCOTTI think his leg is broken. I can splint it now myself, give him a painkiller and then let the doctor take a look in the morning.
He gets to work, as gentle as can be, making sure to do everything possible to not hurt the dog. Allison steals glances at him, looking on with admiration. But Scott doesn’t seem to notice, both totally focused on his patient and maybe just a little terrified to even glance at the beautiful girl standing just next to him.
When he finally does look at her, he notices that she’s hugging herself, soaked and obviously freezing.
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SCOTT (CONT'D)I have a t-shirt in my bag. You want it?
ALLISONOh, I don’t want to trouble you.
But Scott is already reaching into his bag for the shirt. Allison takes it with a smile. When she steps into the hall for privacy, Scott turns his attention back to the dog.
He can’t help but notice, however, Allison’s REFLECTION in the mirror on the wall. For just a moment, as she’s pulling the wet shirt off, he catches sight of her bare back and her perfect porcelain skin.
Looking away, Scott notices the dog staring up at him.
SCOTT(whispering)
What? I didn’t see anything.
The dog doesn’t look convinced. Allison comes back into the room, now wearing his shirt and no longer shivering.
ALLISON Thanks for doing this. I know you were closed and all. I feel really stupid.
SCOTTHow come?
ALLISONI don’t know. For freaking out like a total girl.
SCOTTYou are a girl.
ALLISONI freaked out like a girly girl. And I’m not a girly girl.
SCOTTWhat kind of girl are you?
ALLISONTougher than that. At least I thought I was.
SCOTTI’d be freaked out too. In fact, I’d probably cry.
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(MORE)
And not like a man. I’d cry like the girliest girl. It would be pathetic.
ALLISON(laughing)
Yeah, right.
Scott finishes wrapping the dog’s leg.
SCOTT So it looks like he’s going to live. And I’m pretty sure he’ll even let you pet him if you want.
ALLISONI don’t think so.
SCOTTOh, come on. You don’t want him to sue, do you? This breed is very litigious.
Allison cautiously approaches, tentatively reaching out to stroke the dog’s neck. Breathing calmly now, the dog even licks her hand.
SCOTT (CONT'D)See? He likes you.
Scott watches Allison pet the dog, unable to take his eyes off her.
INT. BEACON HILLS ANIMAL CLINIC/WAITING ROOM - NIGHT
Scott follows Allison into the waiting room.
ALLISON I swear living in the city was so much easier. Usually it’s just the terror of being the New Girl but now I have to worry about running over innocent animals.
SCOTTNot a big fan of Beacon Hills yet?
ALLISONNot a fan of moving. Having to make new friends and all that. Piss off the wrong trio of Heathers or Mean Girls and you can end up the hated outcast by mid-terms.
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SCOTT (CONT'D)
SCOTTI can’t imagine you ever being an outcast. Anywhere.
ALLISONWell, thanks.
(noticing his stare)What?
SCOTTYou have an eyelash on your cheek.
ALLISONOh. From the crying.
She wipes at her cheek. But the lash is still there. Scott shakes his head. She tries again. Still there. So Scott tentatively reaches up and uses his thumb to carefully brush the tiny black lash from her cheek.
ALLISON (CONT'D)Thanks.
He nods, hand coming down like he’s not quite sure what to do with it after having actually touched her perfect skin. She moves to get into her car.
SCOTTWait. I was wondering--I mean--is it really Family Night on Friday or do you think maybe you’d like to go to that party with me?
She throws him a curious look. How did he know she said that? But then admits--
ALLISONFamily Night was a total lie.
SCOTT So is that a yes? You’ll go?
ALLISONDefinitely yes.
EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
Tearing down the road on his bike, a huge smile nearly splits Scott’s face in half. He hurtles out of the suburban area down a more rural road, grinning ear to ear as he pedals without a care in the world. Ecstatic. Jubilant.
But not for long...
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He slows. Smile fading, something has caught his attention. He eases to a stop on the rain-slick road and holds still. Turning his head up, he takes a quick whiff of the air.
Slowly, he turns around to find dark woods surrounding him on all sides. The road completely empty. Strangely quiet.
Putting one foot back on the pedal, Scott starts to push down when--
THE SOUND OF MOVEMENT catches his ear.
He turns around, peering into the woods. But dry leaves and twisting tree branches are all that move in the breeze.
Scott starts pedaling again. Breath tightening in his throat, he keeps glancing to each side of him as he picks up speed.
Then he notices a SHADOW. Moving through the woods. Keeping pace with him. When he starts pedaling faster, that strange loping SILHOUETTE moves just as fast.
Pedaling harder and harder while glancing to his side to see the silhouette racing with him, Scott pushes the bike to its limits, steel chain threatening to come off.
The SHADOW slows, letting Scott get ahead. Not at all relieved, Scott keeps going, looking back to catch a glimpse of--
SOMETHING LARGE AND FAST crossing the road just a few yards behind him, diving into the dark of the woods.
Now on the other side of the road and driving Scott’s panic higher and higher, it keeps pace with him once again until--
It disappears.
Still cruising at a remarkable speed, a breathless Scott gives a last glance back to the woods on both sides. That dark silhouette nowhere in sight. He looks forward again where--
A TRUCK VEERS OUT IN FRONT OF HIM.
An eighteen wheeler coming from a side road. Scott hits the brakes, the truck LOOMING before him. Bike CRASHING against the hood of the cab, it flips up and smacks down on the road, metal SCRAPING pavement as it CLATTERS to a stop.
The TRUCK DRIVER jumps out, glancing around in panic. But there’s no body on the ground. So he finally peers up where--
Scott stands on top of the truck.
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Perched right on the cab. Eyes wide, he looks down, terrified but also strangely exhilarated.
DRIVERWhat the hell? How’d you get up there?
Breathless, Scott is too stunned to even answer.
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT THREE
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ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
INT. MCCALL HOME - DAY
Melissa McCall grabs her keys off the kitchen counter.
MELISSA MCCALL(calling out)
Coming home late again tonight. Bye sweetheart.
Scott hurries down the stairs with his backpack and hears a CAR HORN BLARING outside.
INT. STILES’S JEEP - DAY
Scott gets in the passenger side of Stiles’s jeep.
SCOTTThanks for picking me up.
STILESWhat happened to your bike?
Scott hesitates, struggling with whether to tell Stiles about the incident with the truck.
SCOTTNothing... Flat tire. I hit a nail.
STILESSucks for you. Anyway, I’ve got the best news ever.
SCOTTSo do I.
STILESI guarantee my news is better.
SCOTTI’m taking Allison to the party Friday.
STILESScott, you unbelievable stud! That’s totally better than my news. But mine’s still good: They released the homeless guy they thought was the killer and they’re bringing in someone else for questioning.
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SCOTT Who?
STILESThat’s what we’re going to find out.
FLOORING IT, Stiles tears away from the curb.
EXT. BEACON HILLS POLICE STATION - DAY
Scott follows Stiles out of his beat-up jeep to the front of the tiny local police station. They both pause to stare at another car in the lot--
A DODGE CHALLENGER. The paint is matte black, a shine-free finish which combined with the tinted windows lend a threatening feel to the vehicle.
STILESNow, that’s a car.
INT. BEACON HILLS POLICE STATION - DAY
Stiles holds up an iPhone in front of the station’s Receptionist.
STILES Accidentally took my Dad’s again. If they didn’t all look the same...
With a deeply suspicious frown, the Receptionist takes the iPhone out of Stiles’s hand. Scott steps up behind him, looking past the desk down the thin corridor.
BEHIND A GLASS WALLED ROOM - Deputy Stilinski politely interrogates none other than Derek Hale.
While Stiles chats up the Receptionist trying to glean information about the investigation, Scott TUNES IN the conversation down the hall.
DEPUTY STILINSKIThe body was found near your property and to be honest we didn’t know anyone was even out there. When did you get back in town, son?
DEREKA little while ago.
Stilinski eyes Derek with a tight-lipped smile. They’re both silent, both waiting for the other to start again.
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DEPUTY STILINSKI Noticed your car when you were pulling in. New Dodge Challenger, right?
(off Derek’s nod)The joggers who found the body remembered seeing a black two door in the lot of the preserve.
DEREK A black car? Not many of those on the road.
Deputy Stilinski gives a polite laugh.
DEPUTY STILINSKISorry, son. We’re out of leads on this and still don’t have an ID for the girl. I have to ask the hard questions. Just part of the job.
DEREKAm I a suspect, Deputy? Should I start worrying about my phones being tapped? People listening in on all of my conversations.
Derek slowly turns and stares straight at Scott, his words clearly meant for him. Scott looks back, utterly unnerved.
STILESCome on, Scott. We’re leaving.
EXT. BEACON HILLS POLICE STATION - DAY
Heading back to his jeep in the lot, Stiles turns to Scott.
STILESDerek Hale. Derek Hale! Can you believe that? What if he’s the killer? How cool would that be?
But Scott doesn’t respond. Slowly getting into the jeep with Stiles, he gazes at the ominous black Dodge in the lot as they pull away.
INT. LOCKER ROOM - DAY
The lacrosse team packs the locker room. At the sink, Scott pauses just before putting on his shoulder pads. His body is significantly different from just days ago when he was doing chin-ups in his room. Clenching his hands into fists, he notices the sinewy definition in his muscles, his once smooth stomach now a rippling six pack.
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In the reflection he also notices Jackson eyeing him suspiciously. Quickly slipping on the pads, Scott heads to his locker to open it. But a second later Jackson SLAMS it shut for him.
JACKSONAll right, little man, how about you tell me where you’re getting your juice?
SCOTTWhat?
JACKSONWhere. Are. You. Getting. Your. Juice?
SCOTT(utterly bewildered)
My Mom does all the grocery shopping.
Jackson stares at him for a moment as if trying to decide whether the kid is screwing with him.
JACKSONListen, McCall, you’re going to tell me what it is and who you’re buying from. Because there’s no way in hell you’re kicking ass like that on the field without some sort of chemical boost.
SCOTT(genuinely shocked)
You mean steroids? Are you on steroids?
Jackson grabs him by his pads, shoving him against the locker.
JACKSONWhat the hell’s going on with you, McCall?
Pressed against the locker, an overwhelmed Scott finally snaps, words coming out of him in a torrent--
SCOTTWhat’s going on with me? You really want to know? So would I. Because I think I’m seriously going out of my mind.
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(MORE)
Because I can see, hear and smell things I shouldn’t be able to see, hear or smell. I jumped fifteen feet onto the top of a truck and the closer it gets to a full moon the more I’m starting to actually think I might be turning into some kind of psychotic, freaking werewolf.
Jackson glares at him, eyes narrowing.
JACKSONYou think you’re funny, McCall, don’t you? I’m going to find out what’s up with you. I don’t care how long it takes or what I have to do.
Jackson SLAMS his fist against the locker, leaving Scott stunned as he heads out with the other players.
EXT. LACROSSE FIELD - DAY
Amid the players rushing the field, a very late Stiles finds Scott in the crowd and hurries toward him.
STILESScott, wait up! You gotta’ hear this.
SCOTTI’m playing the first elimination, Stiles. Can’t it wait?
Scott doesn’t seem to notice Stiles’s demeanor appears quite different now. He’s no longer excited, no longer approaching the mystery of the body in the woods like a game.
STILESJust hold on. I overheard my Dad on the phone. The fiber analysis report came back from LA and they found animal hairs on the body.
SCOTTStiles, I have to go.
STILES You’re not going to believe what the animal was--
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SCOTT (CONT'D)
But with his helmet on, Scott disappears in the crowd of other players rushing the field, leaving Stiles to say the next words to himself.
STILES (CONT'D)It was a wolf.
OUT ON THE FIELD the Coach shouts for the players.
COACHAll right, gather round...
Scott glances to the bleachers where students and parents sit to watch the special scrimmage. He spots Allison next to Lydia. She gives him a quick wave and a smile. He holds up a hand to wave back.
COACH (CONT’D)You got a question, McCall?
SCOTTWhat?
COACHYou raised your hand.
SCOTTOh, no I was just--nothing. Sorry.
COACH(to the rest of the team)
All right, you know how this goes. If you don’t make the cut, you’re most likely warming the bench the rest of the season. But make first string and you play, your parents are proud, your girlfriend loves you, everything else is cream cheese. Now show me what you got.
The WHISTLE blows and the game begins.
The pace is fast and brutal. When the ball gets passed to Scott, Jackson comes right after him. Lacrosse sticks smacking down on his gloves, Scott tumbles forward and slams to the ground, kicking up dirt around him.
The WHISTLE stops the play.
Jackson stands over Scott, glowering down at him as he picks the ball up with a gloved hand.
Teeth clenched behind his mask, Scott pushes himself up off the ground.
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Coach gives the WHISTLE a SHARP BLOW, starting the next play.
Scott and Jackson find themselves staring across from each other at the draw, crouched down with their sticks waiting for the Assistant Coach to drop the ball.
At the WHISTLE, Scott moves with shocking speed, grabbing the ball right out from under Jackson.
AT THE BENCHES - Stiles stands, slowly moving to the sidelines to watch.
Scott charges the length of the field. DEFENSE lashes out with their sticks, but he parries expertly.
Jackson catches up and makes a furious stab at stealing the ball. Then with Defense converging on him--
Scott twists his lacrosse stick around, keeping the ball safely in the pocket while he literally FLIPS FORWARD, leaping right over the heads of the Defensive Players. Feet landing on the turf, he whirls around, tossing the ball in an over the shoulder shot past the goalie--
Right into the net.
The crowd in the bleachers ROARS with CHEERING, Allison on her feet along with everyone else. Everyone except Stiles.
COACH (CONT'D)McCall, get over here!
He trots over to the Coach, all eyes on him.
COACH (CONT’D)What in the name of God was that? This is a lacrosse field. Are you trying out for the gymnastics team?
SCOTTNo, Coach.
COACHThen what the hell was that?
SCOTTI don’t know. I was just trying to make the shot.
COACHWell, you made the shot. And guess what? You just made starting lineup.
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CHEERS ERUPT around him. As team members slap him on the back and knock his helmet with their gloves, a deliriously happy Scott doesn’t even notice Jackson’s furious stare.
Or Stiles on the sidelines. Watching with a very worried look.
INT. STILES’S ROOM - NIGHT
Fingers click furiously over a keyboard. Eyes locked onto his computer screen, Stiles bounces from one web page to the next. Words and images pop up on the screen, flashing across his face--
Wolfsbane, Silver Bullets, Lycaon, Aconite, drawings of werewolves in different forms, one mostly human, another a massive fur-covered creature and yet another appearing as a normal wolf. Image after image, page after page while...
THROUGH THE WINDOW OUTSIDE - the sun can be seen setting on Beacon Hills. A FULL MOON beginning to rise.
As his room darkens, an increasingly panicked Stiles watches a sheet of paper come out of his printer - a detailed wood carving of a MEDIEVAL HUNTER standing over the body of a werewolf, aiming a CROSSBOW at the creature.
He pulls the page out, staring at it with a look of escalating fear when--
SOMEONE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR.
Stiles practically leaps out of his chair. He rushes to the door, unlocking it to find Scott standing out in the hall.
STILESGet in. You have to see this. I’ve been reading. Websites, books, all this information.
As Scott takes off his jacket, Stiles starts grabbing printouts from his desk, pulling his computer screen around, dozens of open web pages on it.
SCOTTHow much Adderral have you had today?
STILESA lot. Doesn’t matter. Just listen. Remember the joke the other day? Not a joke anymore.
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SCOTTWhat are you talking about?
STILESThe wolf. The bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading and--Do you even know why a wolf howls?
SCOTTShould I?
STILESIt’s a signal. When a wolf is alone it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard it howling that mean there’s others. Maybe a whole pack of them.
SCOTTA pack of wolves?
STILESNo. Werewolves.
SCOTTYou’re seriously wasting my time with this? You know, I’m picking Allison up in an hour.
STILESI saw you on the field, Scott. What you did wasn’t just amazing. It was impossible.
SCOTTSo I made a good shot.
STILESNo, you made an incredible shot. The way you moved--the speed, your reflexes--people can’t suddenly do that overnight. And then there’s the hearing, the senses, and don’t think I haven’t noticed you don’t need your inhaler anymore. You haven’t used it once since that night.
SCOTTI can’t think about this now. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?
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STILESTomorrow? Don’t you get it? The full moon is tonight.
SCOTT What are you trying to do? I just made starting lineup. I have a date with a girl I can’t believe actually wants to go out with me. Everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?
STILESI’m trying to help. With the full moon it’s going to be too hard to resist and if you don’t there’s no going back. You’re cursed, Scott. And it’s not only that the moon causes you to change, it’s also when your bloodlust will be at its peak.
SCOTTBloodlust?
STILESYour urge to kill.
SCOTTI’m already starting to have an urge to kill, Stiles.
STILESYou need to hear this. The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. And I’ve never seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You have to cancel your date. You have to call her.
Stiles grabs Scott’s jacket, pulling the cell phone out.
SCOTTWhat are you doing? Give me that.
STILESI’m just finding her number--
SCOTTGive it to me.
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Stiles looks up to see Scott’s eyes flash YELLOW for a brief second. His voice low and guttural, he yanks the phone out of Stiles’s hand and SHOVES him against the wall.
Pulling back before striking him, Scott instead LASHES out at the desk chair sending it flying across the room, tossed like it weighed nothing.
Shaking with anger, he slowly gazes up from the cell phone in his hand.
SCOTT (CONT'D)I didn’t mean to do that.
He starts to help Stiles up, but his friend flinches back.
SCOTT (CONT'D)I’m sorry. Really, I didn’t mean it. I have to go. I have to get ready for the party. I’m sorry.
Grabbing his jacket, Scott hurries out.
Still shaken, Stiles gradually stands. He slowly picks up the desk chair, putting it back. But then he pauses. With a shaky hand, he turns the chair around to reveal...
CLAW MARKS. The chair’s fabric slashed to ribbons.
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT FOUR
43.
ACT FIVE
FADE IN:
INT. MCCALL HOME/SCOTT’S ROOM - NIGHT
Towel around his waist having just come out of the shower, Scott yanks his closet door open and starts tossing clothes onto his bed.
MELISSA MCCALLBig date?
Scott whirls around, hands pulling the towel tighter around his waist.
SCOTTMom, a little privacy please?
MELISSA MCCALLSorry, sorry. You need anything?
SCOTTNo, I’m fine.
MELISSA MCCALLHold on.
She approaches, feeling his chin with her thumb.
MELISSA MCCALL (CONT'D)Look at that. I think it might be time for you to start shaving.
Something begins to happen to their VOICES. The quality starts to change. Becoming TINNY as we pull back--
EXT. MCCALL HOME - NIGHT
Outside the house, Scott and his Mom can be heard talking.
MELISSA MCCALLI’m serious, I think you should shave tonight.
SCOTTI don’t even have a razor.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Then further down the street, their voices take on the same EFFECT as those that Scott could hear when he was listening in on conversations at school and the police station.
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MELISSA MCCALLYou better borrow one of mine. I’ll go get it. Stay right here.
No less than a hundred yards away but still within the line of sight of the house, someone stands beside a black Dodge Challenger, listening in on the conversation...
Derek Hale.
INT. MCCALL HOME/SCOTT’S ROOM - NIGHT
In the bathroom, Scott slaps a handful of shaving cream on his face. With his mother watching, he raises a delicate pink razor to his cheek.
MELISSA MCCALLCareful...
EXT. ALLISON’S HOUSE/INT. CAR - NIGHT
Glancing into the rearview mirror of his mother’s car at his now cleanly shaven face, Scott waits at the curb outside Allison’s house. He keeps taking deep breaths. Almost like he’s about to hyperventilate. He pulls his inhaler out, shakes it up, looks at it and then tosses it in the back.
Finally, the front door of the house opens... Allison steps out. Looking absolutely stunning under the glow of the streetlights, she approaches the car while pushing a strand of hair from her eyes.
Suddenly realizing he’s still in the car, Scott scrambles to get out and open the door for her.
ALLISONThanks.
He slams the passenger door shut as--
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - NIGHT
Car doors open on all sides. Teenagers pour out from Range Rovers and BMW’s as Scott pulls his mother’s far less expensive and far more beat-up car to the curb.
When they get out of the car, MUSIC can be heard rattling the windows of the party house.
Scott walks with Allison, clearly feeling out of place among the other raucous teens rushing the house to get in. When they climb the steps, the door swings open to reveal Lydia Sayers.
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LYDIAWell, if it isn’t the new star player with my new best friend. I was going to call to make sure you were coming but I didn’t have your number.
Scott stares at her, dumbfounded. Then, trying to be as subtle as possible, he glances behind him. No one there. Lydia is, in fact, talking to him.
LYDIA (CONT'D)Come in, get a drink, get blitzed.
She opens the door wide for both of them. Pleasantly stunned, Scott follows Allison inside the house.
INT. PARTY HOUSE - NIGHT
Teenagers jam the dimly lit house. Some already drunk, some high. Scott and Allison make their way through, heading for the table with the booze.
SCOTTWhat do you drink?
ALLISONUm... I don’t know.
SCOTTMe either, actually. Maybe we should try beer? Wait here, I’ll hit the keg in the back.
ALLISONPerfect.
EXT. PARTY HOUSE - NIGHT
In the backyard, near a blazing fire pit, Scott fills up two cups at the crowded keg when a SOUND catches his attention.
A DOG BARKING.
Loud and frenetic, it’s coming from a huge ROTTWEILER in the yard next door just beyond a chain link fence. And the dog is barking at someone in particular--
Derek.
He stands behind the fire pit, illuminated by the flames while staring straight at Scott. But then he shoots a look at the Rottweiler.
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The dog stops barking instantly.
Eyes locked on the animal, Derek gives an almost imperceptible nod. Tail between its legs, the Rottweiler submissively lowers to a sitting position.
Satisfied, Derek turns back to Scott who grips the two overflowing cups in his hands.
PARTY-GOERDude, you done?
Scott hands off the keg tap to the Party-Goer. When he looks back to the fire pit--
Derek is gone.
Scott turns, glancing to the other teens in the yard, to the chain link fence and then up to--
THE ROOF - where a shadowy figure seems to disappear just past the chimney.
Scott steps back, trying to see if he actually did just witness Derek leaping twenty feet off the ground. But there’s nothing there.
INT. PARTY HOUSE - NIGHT
Handing a cup to Allison, Scott keeps throwing nervous glances back at the outside porch of the house. He takes a gulp of the beer and then COUGHS, nearly spitting it out.
SCOTTThat tastes terrible.
Allison laughs at him, covering her mouth with her hand. He smiles back, the tension broken.
SCOTT (CONT'D)Now I see what they mean about an acquired taste.
ALLISONI’ve actually never been drunk. I usually go to these parties and just stand there with a Diet Coke.
SCOTTStiles and I got drunk on Tequila one night. The next morning I felt like I had a flamethrower pointed at my forehead.
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ALLISON Okay, since neither of us is any good at drinking, how are you at dancing?
SCOTTMuch better. Infinitely better.
Under the driving pulse of techno, Scott takes her hand, pulling her into the crowd of dancing teenagers. Then as they begin moving to the music, as Allison starts to smile back at him, the usually timid Scott begins to let go.
His hands reach around her waist with the other teens pushing them closer. Bodies pressed against each other, her cheek brushes lightly against his.
Then through the crowd, Scott notices Lydia dancing with Jackson, grinding close to him, her fingers wrapped around the back of his neck.
She presses her lips to Jackson’s locking him in a passionate kiss. As he eagerly kisses her back, sliding his hands down past her waist, Lydia opens her eyes.
And looks right at Scott.
Staring at him as she continues to kiss Jackson. Unused to the attention of one beautiful girl, much less two, Scott finds himself dumbstruck until the bodies of the dancing teens push together to leave him alone with Allison again.
As Scott peers into her eyes, for a second it almost looks as though they’re about to kiss.
Then the thumping beat of the music begins driving faster, starting to sound almost like the quickening of a heartbeat--
Scott’s HEARTBEAT.
The sounds around him INTENSIFY. His fingers clench back, veins at the surface of his hands as he presses against the fabric of Allison’s shirt. His upper lip pulls up momentarily to reveal a sharpened incisor.
Lights GLARING in his eyes, Scott takes a hard swallow as his breathing tightens, sweat beading his temples. He loses the beat of the music, stepping back and pulling away from Allison.
SCOTT (CONT'D)Sorry. I have to... I have to use the bathroom.
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ALLISONAre you okay?
But he hurries past her and into the hallway.
INT. PARTY HOUSE/HALLWAY - NIGHT
Teeth clenched, a sudden wave of pain SLAMS Scott back against the wall, tremors shuddering through his body.
Waiting in line for the bathroom, Harley notices him against the wall, his arms wrapped around his stomach.
HARLEYScott? You all right?
But he doesn’t answer, pushing through the crowd, trying to find an exit out of the house. But one door leads to two teens making out on a bed. Another to a smoke filled room crowded with stoners. He can’t seem to find a way out until--
Finally, he crashes through the kitchen, shoving past people to the open door and out to the backyard.
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - NIGHT
When Scott turns the corner, he glances up to the sky where the FULL MOON shines brilliantly in the night.
Gasps now starting to sound like animalistic growls, he reaches his mother’s car. Just getting the keys from his pocket seems an almost colossal effort. As he grips them he notices his elongated fingernails, the skin of his hand darker and distinctly rougher.
A second later, the car tears away from the curb, racing down the suburban street.
EXT. PARTY HOUSE - NIGHT
Harley finds Stiles near the fire-pit outside.
HARLEYHey, I just saw Scott. I think he had too much to drink.
STILESWhat? What do you mean?
But before she can answer, a PANICKED PARTY-GOER charges in from the back door.
PANICKED PARTY-GOERCops are here!
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Suddenly everyone is moving, darting for an escape.
INT. MCCALL HOME/SCOTT’S ROOM - NIGHT
Scott stumbles into his room, slamming the door shut. But even as he’s turning the lock, another wave of pain wracks his body. He falls back, hitting his dresser and catching his reflection in the mirror above where--
TWO GLOWING, YELLOW EYES stare back at him.
MELISSA MCCALL (O.S.)Scott?
His mother KNOCKS at the door.
MELISSA MCCALL (O.S.) (CONT’D)Scotty, is something wrong?
SCOTTIt’s just an asthma attack.
But the last few words come out strangled in a GROAN of PAIN.
MELISSA MCCALL (O.S.)It doesn’t sound like asthma. Scott, please. What’s wrong?
SCOTTGo away!
There’s an animal ferocity, a guttural snarl to his voice.
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR - A shaken Melissa McCall backs away in the hall.
MELISSA MCCALLOkay... All right...
EXT. PARTY HOUSE - NIGHT
While Deputy Stilinski and several other police wave drunk teenagers out of the house, Stiles comes out with his jacket pulled up to one side to cover his face.
ON THE SIDEWALK - Allison stands alone, looking around. No idea where Scott is. Then she sees Derek coming toward her, car keys in his hand.
DEREKAllison, I’m a friend of Scott’s. My name’s Derek. He asked me to drive you home.
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ALLISONWhere is he?
DEREKHe said he would explain later but to make sure you knew he was really sorry.
Allison looks suspiciously at him, until he steps closer, the streetlight illuminating him. She looks into his deep black eyes, his pupils large and strangely hypnotic.
ALLISONWhat did you say your name was?
DEREKDerek. Derek Hale. Come on, my car’s across the street. Don’t worry. I won’t bite.
JUST A FEW YARDS AWAY - Stiles keeps searching for Scott. His gaze stops on Derek’s black Dodge Challenger long enough to see Allison getting into the passenger side.
A second later, the black car charges off down the street.
INT. MCCALL HOME/SCOTT’S ROOM - NIGHT
Crouched on the floor, breathing hard and with sweat streaming down his forehead, Scott squeezes his eyes shut trying to push back the animal inside.
Someone POUNDS on the door.
SCOTTI said go away.
STILES (O.S.)Scott it’s me!
Hearing the panic in his friends voice, he pulls himself up. He unlocks the door but only allows it to open an inch.
STILES (CONT’D)Let me in, Scott I can help--
SCOTTNo.
Eyes still burning YELLOW, he keeps himself hidden on the other side of the door.
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SCOTT (CONT'D)Stiles, you have to find Allison. Take her home--
STILESShe’s fine. She got a ride. She’s totally fine.
SCOTTStiles, I know who did this. I know who it is.
STILESJust let me in and we can talk.
SCOTTIt’s Derek. Derek Hale’s the werewolf. He’s the one who bit me. He’s the one who killed the girl in the woods.
Scott listens. But there’s nothing but shocked silence from the other side of the door. Until--
STILESScott... Derek’s the one who drove Allison from the party.
EXT. MCCALL HOME - NIGHT
Bedroom window thrown open, Scott launches himself out from the second story fifteen feet up. When his feet hit the pavement, his crouched figure slowly draws up to reveal he’s no longer struggling against the transformation.
He’s given into it.
Not the hulking, clothes-shredding beast of most werewolf horror films, this is a leaner, more human monster. Both powerfully muscular and strangely seductive with gleaming yellow eyes, incisors reformed into fangs, ears tapered to points over thickened, wilder hair and fingernails grown to razor sharp claws.
The sixteen year-old boy is gone. Scott is now a WEREWOLF, charging down the driveway and into the darkness in search of Allison and the danger she faces.
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT FIVE
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ACT SIX
FADE IN:
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
Down winding roads and through twisting paths, flashes of moonlight briefly illuminate the outline of a figure moving impossibly fast through the woods.
Hurtling out into a deserted road, Scott stops and tilts his head up.
With the wind rustling the leaves, he catches a scent in the air and adjusts his trajectory, rushing toward--
EXT. BEACON HILLS PRESERVE - NIGHT
The tree-shrouded entrance to the Beacon Hills Preserve. Derek’s matte-black Dodge Challenger sits in the parking lot.
Scott leaps down, LANDING right on the hood. He peers through the windshield to see the car is empty and then twists back around.
Sniffing at the air, he leaps off the hood.
EXT. ALLISON’S HOUSE - NIGHT
Stiles’s jeep skids to a halt just outside Allison’s house. A second later, he’s on the steps ringing the bell over and over until the door finally swings open. MRS. ARGENT looks out, confused.
STILES Mrs. Argent, I’m a friend of Allison’s and this is going to sound incredibly crazy so please try to believe me.
MRS. ARGENTHold on. You want Allison?
STILESThat’s what I’m here about.
MRS. ARGENT(calling out)
Allison, it’s for you!
Stiles opens his mouth to speak again but then stops, utterly shocked to see Allison stepping out from the living room.
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ALLISONStiles? What’s up?
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
Scott pauses in the woods. Clawed hands resting on the leaf-covered ground, his breath comes out in steamy gasps. He twists his head, as if trying to re-catch a scent.
A few sharp intakes of breath and then he’s moving again, darting into a clearing where he slows, looking up to find--
A WOLF.
Staring right down at him. Its dead eyes open wide.
Stepping back, Scott gets a better look. What he’s actually seeing is the severed upper half of a wolf’s body, tied up and hanging from a tree branch above. BLOOD still drips from its claws to the ground below.
Before Scott can even process what he’s seeing, a VOICE breaks the silence.
VOICELycan!
Scott whirls around to find THREE DARK FIGURES emerging from the shadows.
They look like hunters. One carries a Remington pistol grip shotgun. Another chambers a round in a Glock 21 handgun. The third, and obvious LEADER, wields a much stranger weapon--
A CROSSBOW. Steel-tipped BOLT pulled back and ready to fire.
LEADERFlank him.
The two Hunters move out from the Leader to the sides, surrounding Scott. And then--
THE CROSSBOW FIRES!
Scott barely has time to react. The bolt hits the tree just near his head, EXPLODING with a BRILLIANT FLASH.
As he dives out of the way, Scott’s YELLOW EYES blink furiously, something about the explosive bolt perfectly compromising his vision.
He stumbles as the three hunters approach, turning into strange shadowy silhouettes looming over him. One unfurls a NET. Practically blinded, Scott can barely see a thing until--
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A LARGE FIGURE HURTLES UP behind the hunters.
Clawed hands grab the 1st Hunter by the back of his jacket and hurl him into the air, easily tossing him into the 2nd Hunter. As the Leader retreats back--
Derek, now in werewolf form, bares a mouthful of fangs with a furious GROWL. But glaring back without fear, the Leader calmly redraws his crossbow.
Derek grabs Scott, yanking him to his feet.
DEREKRun!
Scott races out of the clearing and back into the woods with Derek right behind him as--
A SHOTGUN BLAST fires just over their heads followed by a volley of GUNFIRE from the Glock 21.
DEREK (CONT'D)Faster!
The VOICE behind him is low and guttural urging him to run for his life as the Hunters give chase.
GUNSHOTS RING OUT as they retreat faster and faster.
Finally, the werewolves prove much too quick for the Hunters. Outpacing the others, the Leader comes to a breathless halt waiting for the first two to catch up.
1ST HUNTERWe lost them.
LEADERFor now.
2ND HUNTERWe weren’t prepared for two. There could be more. A whole pack.
LEADERThen next time we’ll be ready.
Slinging the crossbow over his shoulder, the Leader starts back the way they came.
EXT. HILLSIDE - NIGHT
Out of the woods and on a small hillside, Scott trudges to a stop and drops to his knees on the grass in exhaustion. When he looks up we see he’s now back in HUMAN FORM.
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Also returned to normal, Derek approaches. Scott launches himself up to attack him, but the older kid easily kicks him back down.
SCOTT(furious)
What did you do with Allison?
DEREKShe’s fine. I took her home.
SCOTTI don’t believe you.
He gets up, going after Derek again. Lashing out, Scott tries to hit him with everything’s he’s got. But Derek easily deflects the blows, pushing him back down again. Sweat on his brow and gasping, the transformation has clearly taken a physical toll on Scott.
DEREKI just saved your life, Scott. It’s them you should be afraid of, not me.
SCOTTWho were they?
DEREKHunters. The kind who killed my family. The kind who have been hunting us for centuries.
SCOTTUs? You mean you. You’re the one who killed that girl in the woods.
DEREKYou want answers, Scott? Follow me.
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
Untying the ropes around the wolf’s body, Derek lowers the mutilated animal to the ground, wrapping his jacket around it. Then, very gently, he closes the wolf’s eyes. While Scott watches in amazement, the wolf slowly begins to transform back into the upper torso of a human.
A GIRL. A beautiful, dark-haired young woman.
The same face Scott saw that first night. It’s the SECOND HALF OF THE BODY that the police never found. He glances from her up to the FULL MOON, the source of the body’s transformation.
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SCOTTThey’re the ones who killed her. The hunters.
DEREKAnd they were using her as bait to catch me. You picked up the scent instead.
SCOTTWho is she?
But Derek doesn’t answer. He simply picks up the now human half of the body wrapped in his jacket and starts off down one of the paths with Scott following.
SCOTT (CONT'D)Why did she look like that? Like a real wolf?
DEREKBecause she was a very powerful werewolf. To shape shift that completely--to transform your entire body--it’s a gift not all of us have.
SCOTTGift? You call this a gift?
DEREKIs it really so bad, Scott? That you can see better, hear more clearly and move faster than any human could ever hope? Don’t you get that’s why they hunt us? We’re not killers. But we are predators. Just like mankind is a predator. The difference is that we’ve embraced our animal nature, not rejected it. The bite is a gift.
SCOTTI don’t want it.
DEREKBut you will. And you’re going to need me if you want to learn to control it. You and me, Scott. We’re brothers now.
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With the body in his arms, Derek turns and disappears into the shadows, leaving a confused and frightened Scott peering up into the black sky where the FULL MOON slowly dissolves into--
EXT. ROAD - DAY
The morning SUN beating down on an empty tree-shrouded road. Scott slowly wanders his way home, not even seeming to notice at first when Stiles’s jeep pulls up next to him.
STILESScott? Are you okay? I’ve been driving all over looking for you.
Exhausted, Scott slowly turns to his friend.
EXT. MCCALL HOME - DAY
Stiles and Scott sit on the hood of his jeep in the driveway.
SCOTTYou were right Stiles. About all of it.
STILES(still processing all he’s been told)
But why you? Why did he do it to you?
SCOTTI don’t know. And I’m not sure I want to.
(thinking for a moment)The funny thing is you know what worries me most?
STILESAllison.
SCOTT(nodding)
She probably hates me now.
STILESI doubt that. But a pretty amazing apology might help. Or you could just tell her the truth. It is kind of awesome when you think about it. I mean, dude--you’re a freaking werewolf!
(off his look)Okay, bad idea.
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(MORE)
We’ll get through this, okay? If I have to, I’ll chain you up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once. I can do it.
And finally, Stiles coaxes the tiniest smile out of Scott.
EXT. ALLISON’S HOUSE - DAY
The doorbell RINGS. A moment later, Allison pulls open the door and looks down in surprise. On the steps is the dog she hit, cast on its one leg. There is a CARD tied to its neck.
Petting the adorable dog with one hand, she opens the card with the other. The message inside reads: PLEASE FORGIVE ME.
When Allison glances up she finds Scott peering out from behind the hedges at the front of the lawn. He approaches with his hands behind his back, trying to look as apologetic as he can.
ALLISONDoes this mean I have to keep him?
SCOTTHim, no. Me? Yes.
ALLISONYou’re not off the hook. Are you going to tell me what happened last night?
SCOTTEventually. For now could you find it in your heart to just trust me?
ALLISONAm I going to regret this?
SCOTTProbably.
Scott steps up to the porch and gives a nod to the dog who obediently hurries off back toward his bike at the sidewalk. Allison raises her eyebrows, clearly impressed.
SCOTT (CONT'D)So are we agreeing on yes to a second chance?
ALLISONDefinitely yes.
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STILES (CONT'D)
Scott steps closer. She throws him a shy smile, but takes a step closer as well. Then, just as it looks like they’re about to kiss--
A car ENGINE stops him. An AUDI turns into the driveway.
ALLISON (CONT'D)That’s my Dad.
SCOTTI better go.
Scott heads back to his bike as the door of the Audi opens.
ALLISONHi, Dad.
Scott pauses, head tilting up with an intake of breath. He’s caught a familiar scent... Glancing back, he sees Allison’s father. The face is instantly recognizable. It’s the man with the crossbow.
The LEADER of the HUNTERS.
He throws Scott a friendly smile, clearly not recognizing the boy as his prey from last night.
With the full weight of realization hitting Scott--the father of the girl he loves is also now his sworn enemy--his face clouds with dread, darkness surrounding him as--
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
Under a pitch black sky in the middle of the night, Scott races through the forest, releasing the aggression and fear, giving in to the animal buried inside...
Becoming a werewolf.
FADE TO BLACK.
END OF PILOT
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