Teen Wolf s06e05 Episode Script
Radio Silence
Stiles: Previously on Teen Wolf Find some way to remember me.
[Lydia yells.]
A relic would be proof that Stiles existed.
Scott: And maybe we can bring him back.
We take everyone into the argent bunker.
It's underground.
Everyone would be safe.
They're here.
- Hayden: Where's Gwen? - Come on! [Music playing.]
[Whispers.]
Excuse me.
Sorry, where are we? We're at the train station.
Right.
Okay.
Helpful.
Which train station exactly? Train station number 137.
Did you see me come in? No.
How long have you been here? Maybe an hour? We got here at the same time.
It's been at least six hours.
Six hours? Where are you goin'? Uh, uh I had a ticket with me somewhere.
Um You always travel in your work clothes? I must have been in a rush.
Do you know if anyone works here? Announcer: [Through speakers.]
The following stops have been canceled, Hollatine, Batten, Bay Burry, Deer Ridge, Red Oak Excuse me, where are those trains going? Trenton, Anderson, King Springs.
Excuse me, do you know what train this is? Does anyone know where this train's going? Excuse me, do you know what train this is? Do you know where this train's going? [Distant horses neighing.]
[Wind whooshing.]
[Music playing.]
[Horses galloping.]
[Clamoring.]
[Whinnies.]
[Groans.]
[Pants.]
It had to be you.
[Music playing.]
[Crowd clamoring.]
[Horses neighing.]
Peter? Peter, what are you doing here? How are you here? What do you mean how am I here? I'm here.
You are here.
We are all here.
Now, get the hell away from me, Stiles.
Hey, Peter.
Peter.
Peter! What are you doing? I'm waiting for my train.
Okay, did you not just see that? See what? The horses, the hogtied businessmen with the magically dissolving ropes? [Echoing.]
I'm sorry, did anyone just see that? Do you mind? You're blocking the board.
I'd like a little warning before my train arrives.
Okay.
So you're waiting for a train.
How did you get here? Pretty sure I took a cab.
Last time I saw you were being locked away in Eichen House.
[Screaming.]
I was in Eichen.
Thanks to you.
Memory's good.
Can you remember how you, uh, got out? They discharge you? No, the power went out.
And I ran like hell.
That's it? You just ran? Yes, that's it.
I literally just ran away from the insane asylum that was holding me hostage! [Grunting.]
[Sniffs.]
[Blows.]
[Alarm wailing.]
[Cell door clangs open.]
[Grunting in distance.]
[Grunting.]
[All grunting.]
[Grunts.]
[Pants.]
Hale! Get back in your cell! I'm not gonna repeat myself.
[Grunting.]
No.
You're not.
[Grunting.]
[Thunder rumbling.]
[Wind whooshing.]
[Lightning crackling.]
[Neighing.]
[Music playing.]
[Growls.]
[Clicking.]
How long have I been here? The lockdown was three months ago.
I've been missing for three months and no one came for me? That's what the Ghost Riders do, they erase you.
Ghost Riders? Ghost Riders of the Wild Hunt? Yeah, you know what I'm talking about? [Sighs.]
Of course, I know what you're talking about.
They ride the lightning.
They are an unstoppable force of nature.
But, I promise you, they don't make pit-stops in train stations.
I've escaped one prison only to land in another one.
And this looks like the underground lair of a depressed bureaucrat.
Come on, there's gotta be a way out of this place, right? Have you tried looking around? Have you talked to anyone who knows anything? If this is the Wild Hunt, there is no escape.
You and I are doomed to ride the storm forever.
Yeah, we're not in the storm, we're in a train station.
But we can get out of a train station.
We can't get out of here, Stiles.
Because this place isn't real.
What are you talking about? Beacon Hills doesn't have a train station.
[Rattling.]
What are you doing? Little help, please? Okay.
What the hell? [Panting.]
No, no, no, keep going.
I don't see you comin' up with anything.
[Whispers.]
Stiles.
Left shoulder, against the pillar.
Don't look.
I said don't look.
Yeah.
He's watching us.
- Yeah, so? - So every person in this station is either comatose or catatonic.
He seems very interested in keeping an eye on us.
Hey! Oh, my god! Why are you watching us? You tried the doors.
[Chuckles.]
Nobody ever tries the doors.
Sounds like you have.
The ones that I could open.
I've tried everything else.
Not everything.
You're still here.
Yeah, it seems like you got some kind of a plan.
So why don't you tell us about it? I can tell you.
Doesn't mean you can do it.
[Chuckles.]
Oh, we, we can do it.
He can, he can Well, it's right in front of your face.
[Music playing.]
Trent: You didn't see it, did you? I saw it.
Then why'd you waste so much time running through the doors? I'll tell you why.
Because it's all part of the illusion.
You're afraid.
And they want you to be afraid.
I'm not afraid.
Can't do it, can you? He can't do it.
We really should kill him.
Or you can just walk through it.
[Breathes heavily.]
Push me.
- What did you say? - Push me.
[Breathes heavily.]
Now you're gettin' it.
Stiles.
Stiles, let's go.
The corpus callosum is not only the largest white matter structure in the brain, but also the bridge connecting all parts of the brain to each other.
That ability for all parts of the brain to communicate, and to work together, help us make leaps in cognitive thinking.
Any questions, thoughts, insight, Lydia? [Tow truck beeping.]
I completely agree.
Is there something outside that's more fascinating than the structure of the human mind? No.
I don't think so.
[Mechanical whirring.]
No.
Okay.
Good.
Now, many people credit the corpus callosum, uh, for giving us a sense of intuition, gut instinct, even we ourselves aren't aware I'm sorry, I'll be right back.
I'm just gonna check if she's okay.
[Clears throat.]
[Door closes.]
You guys know that classes aren't optional, right? Hey! [Pants.]
Hey! You can't tow this Jeep.
Paperwork says I can.
It's reported as abandoned.
And now it's not.
Oh, this is your vehicle? Does it matter? [Scoffs.]
Sounds like a no.
[Breathing heavily.]
It's mine.
Uh, my Jeep.
Thank you.
I'll move it.
Once I get the keys.
From my locker.
After you leave.
I'm sorry, once it's on the hook Please don't say, "you're on the hook.
" Well, I can't now.
Oh, I, okay.
Look, there's gotta be something that we can do.
Sign something? Call someone? Pay someone? Drop fee's a hundred and fifty.
Cash.
A hundred and fifty? This thing isn't even worth that much.
How much you got? Uh, how much have you got? [Whispers.]
Just give me your money.
- [Sighs.]
- [Music playing.]
All I have is $50.
And when I say "all," I mean all.
Uh Hey.
You know I don't actually have the keys to this thing, right? But now we have a Jeep.
Congratulations, you found another part of the phantom train station.
Is this the way out? If it was, we would be leaving.
Trent: You might want to stay off the tracks.
'Cause that's the way in and out.
[Thunder rumbling.]
[Horses neighing.]
They're coming.
[Music playing.]
[Neighing continues.]
[Music playing.]
[Neighs.]
That's the way out? How in the hell are we supposed to do that? - We jump.
- Jump? On the back of the riders as they go through.
- Is that all? - I've been timing it.
Look, we can jump from here just before they go out.
I think you're confusing your pronouns.
We aren't going to do anything.
But you should absolutely give that a shot.
Do you not wanna get out of here? We want to get out alive, okay? How do you know this works? Seems like a lot could go wrong.
Look, I can't stay here.
I'm losing my mind in this place.
I think you have an excellent grasp of the situation.
- I say go for it.
- Peter.
- [Neighing.]
- Hey, they're coming back.
[Music playing.]
No, we can't let him do this, right? What if he's right? Hey, we'll figure something else out.
Hey, look, there's gotta be another way out of this place.
But there isn't.
I've been looking for months.
- Are you comin' or not? - It's all you.
Let him try.
Come on.
Come on.
[Neighing.]
[Screaming.]
[Continues screaming.]
Somehow I don't think that went the way that he was hoping.
Stiles, he's dead.
You see his face? Trust me, he's gone.
- [Scoffs.]
You knew he'd die.
- [Music playing.]
I didn't know.
I mean, I assumed.
Yeah, but you could have warned him.
He was gonna do it anyway.
Now, we know.
Know what? That we're stuck.
It's over.
We are trapped because that was our only way out.
Or that's just what they want us to believe.
What? What is it with you teenagers? You think that you're so special? You think the rules don't apply to you? Do you get it? We are dead and buried.
Money? It's worthless.
Driver's license? Credit cards? - Give me my damn wallet back.
- It's all meaningless.
[Keys jingling.]
- Keys? - Give me my keys.
What, did you think you were gonna drive us out of here? Is that what you thought? Do you get it? We don't exist.
And we are already forgotten.
Somebody's gonna remember me.
Either Lydia, or Scott, Malia, someone.
They're gonna find me, all right? They'll come for me.
Who would ever come for you? You give me a call when your high school sweethearts conjure up a plan to get out of here.
[Music playing.]
I'm waiting for a train.
Yeah, it's probably runnin' late.
I'm going to see my grandchildren.
Who are you going to see? Uh, no one.
[microphone feedback.]
Announcer: [Through speakers.]
The following stops have been canceled, Hollatine, Batten, Bay Burry, Deer Ridge, Red Oak, Trenton, Anderson, King Springs.
Peter: Intercom.
Maybe a radio? Your theory is ridiculous.
Magnetic disturbances and a few pixelated photos doesn't mean that you can use a ham radio to communicate across a supernatural barrier.
Ghost Riders can't be seen, heard, or remembered.
You really think they're gonna leave a gadget around that you can use to call your friends? [High-pitched feedback.]
[Distant high-pitched sound.]
- There you are.
- You heard it too? Where's it coming from? This way.
[Music playing.]
It's coming from inside.
[Radio static.]
Did somebody just lock the keys inside? Break it.
[Radio static.]
Take your time.
No rush.
Only thing at stake is any evidence of our existence soon to be lost forever.
Okay, not helping.
[Distant horses galloping.]
[Metal clanking.]
[Music playing.]
[Raspy breathing.]
[Raspy breathing continues.]
[Clattering.]
[Whispering.]
In case you're keeping count, that's twice I've saved your life today.
[Radio static.]
[Radio stops.]
Why'd it stop? It doesn't matter.
There has to be a reason.
[Sniffs.]
What? You caught a scent? Yeah.
Uh ours mine, yours, all three of us.
Mine? I've never been in this Jeep before.
Neither have I.
Yes, we have.
We just don't remember it.
I thought we were done with that.
Uh, yeah, Lydia, Parrish checked the VIN number.
There's no record of owner.
The Jeep didn't just drive itself here.
Whose side are you on? I'm on everyone's side.
He's not real.
Trust me.
[Sighs.]
I've lost a lot of people in my life.
It's a long list and I don't feel like adding to it.
You might not have to.
Not if we get him back.
This is from '96.
And there's no name.
But there's an address.
129 Woodbine Lane.
I know that address.
[Stutters.]
I don't know what to tell you.
I haven't seen that Jeep in almost 18 years.
It's in your name.
But it was stolen.
Then how did it end up at the high school? Beats the hell out of me.
I mean, that thing was a junker back in the day.
God only knows who'd want it now.
Maybe somebody dumped it there? Is there any way to trace the history of the Jeep after it was stolen? No.
Maybe there's fingerprints in it.
Lydia, is this about Stiles? [Music playing.]
Honey, don't you think you've taken this far enough? Claudia: I don't really know what's going on with you lately, but maybe it's a good time to talk to your mom.
I'm sorry.
You're right.
Hey, you okay? No, yeah.
I'm sorry, can you just Uh, do you mind Of course.
Take your time.
[Shuddering breaths.]
[Music playing.]
[Sobs.]
We already paid you.
I gave you all of my money for that drop fee.
Yeah, and I dropped it, all right? Now I'm picking it up again.
How much? I'll write you a check.
It's not about how much.
They want it out of here, okay? It's not up to me.
Don't make me move you, kid, okay? I'm hookin' this thing up and I am towing it away.
[Bones cracking.]
Your truck's broke.
[Horses neighing.]
- [Clamoring.]
- [Horses galloping.]
[Gunshots.]
This place is really startin' to fill up.
- Gwen? Gwen! - Phoebe? Oh, my god, you're here! [Gun shots.]
Stiles: Wait a second.
That girl, I know that girl.
Her name is Gwen.
She plays lacrosse.
[Gun shots.]
How long has this been going on? This isn't a train station, this is a way station.
It's not gonna stop.
[Gun shots continue.]
[Sighs.]
Stiles: What is it? What are those places? Bannack? Canaan? I know you know something.
[Pants.]
We gotta get out of here.
Nobody is safe.
Yeah, in here? In Beacon Hills.
Your friends, your family, everyone.
You've gotta go.
They're gonna be taken.
Where are you going? What did you see up there? The towns.
- What did it mean? - I just told you.
They're never gonna stop.
Okay, so what's the plan then? I'm goin' through the portal.
Wait, wait, wait.
No one gets through the portal, you said that yourself.
No human can.
But I'm better than human, remember? I'll heal.
Stiles, let's not have a moment.
If you survive, you have to find my friends for me, okay? You have to tell them about me.
'Cause they're not gonna remember me, so you have to tell them that I'm here.
When I survive, I'm going to get as far away from Beacon Hills as I possibly can.
And if I happen along one of your below average friends and it doesn't inconvenience me, I might mention your name.
Yeah, what about Malia? - [Alarm wailing.]
- [Men grunting.]
Guard: [Through walkie-talkie.]
All additional units to the lower level.
We need full force containment on the lower level.
Lockdown.
[Wind whooshing.]
[Breathes heavily.]
I know you're doing this for her.
You're risking being incinerated for her.
And I'm okay with that.
[Horses neighing.]
Stiles.
[Horse neighing.]
Stall them.
W-what? How? Use your head.
[Music playing.]
[Breathes heavily.]
[Grunts.]
[Panting.]
What're you doing? [Horse neighing.]
[Neighing.]
[Raspy cry.]
[Grunting.]
[Grunts.]
[Raspy cry.]
[Pants.]
[Pained breathing.]
[Groaning.]
[Roars.]
[Both gasp.]
What the hell? Did you hear that? I think all of Beacon Hills heard that.
Who is it? I'm not sure, but I think I recognized it.
Go! [Music playing.]
Hey.
[Pants.]
Any luck? No.
He hasn't roared again.
I've got a scent but There's something wrong with it.
It smells like whoever it is, is burning.
[Distant roar.]
- I hear a heartbeat.
- Scott: Who is that? I don't know, but I know the scent.
Even through the barbecue.
Scott: How do you think he got here? There's no tracks.
No fire.
[Gasps.]
Oh, my god.
Peter? Who's Peter? Peter Hale.
My dad.
Peter: [Distorted.]
You were my beta first [Roars.]
[Roars.]
[Roaring.]
Peter.
[Stutters.]
He bit me.
How could I forget him? How did I forget him? [Breathes heavily.]
He has something.
[Pained grunting.]
What is it? [Music playing.]
[Sighs.]
Pripyat, Bannack, Canaan, Beacon Hills.
Canaan.
[Music playing.]
[Engine turning.]
[Breathes heavily.]
[Engine sputtering.]
Don't flood it.
Do you even know what that means? Not really.
[Lydia grunts.]
[Both chuckling.]
[Engine running.]
[Radio static.]
[Radio static.]
Stiles: [Through radio.]
Hello? Wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Stiles: [Through radio.]
Hello? Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me? [Stutters.]
Stiles? [Breathes heavily.]
Stiles, are you there? Scott? Lydia? Is that you? [scoffs.]
Oh, my god, Stiles.
We can hear you.
Oh, my god, you know me? You remember me? Stiles, is thi is this you? Is this actually you? Yeah.
Listen to me do you remember the last thing I said to you? You said you said, "remember I love you.
" [Music playing.]
Scott: [Through radio.]
Are you okay? - Where are you? - We're comin' to get you.
Stiles: No, no, no.
You can't.
You won't be able to find me.
[Stutters.]
Stiles, what what are you talking about? Just tell us where you are, and we'll, we'll come and Right, just remember this.
Canaan, okay? You have to find Canaan.
Just find Canaan.
[Radio static.]
[Music playing.]
Scott: Stiles! Stiles!
[Lydia yells.]
A relic would be proof that Stiles existed.
Scott: And maybe we can bring him back.
We take everyone into the argent bunker.
It's underground.
Everyone would be safe.
They're here.
- Hayden: Where's Gwen? - Come on! [Music playing.]
[Whispers.]
Excuse me.
Sorry, where are we? We're at the train station.
Right.
Okay.
Helpful.
Which train station exactly? Train station number 137.
Did you see me come in? No.
How long have you been here? Maybe an hour? We got here at the same time.
It's been at least six hours.
Six hours? Where are you goin'? Uh, uh I had a ticket with me somewhere.
Um You always travel in your work clothes? I must have been in a rush.
Do you know if anyone works here? Announcer: [Through speakers.]
The following stops have been canceled, Hollatine, Batten, Bay Burry, Deer Ridge, Red Oak Excuse me, where are those trains going? Trenton, Anderson, King Springs.
Excuse me, do you know what train this is? Does anyone know where this train's going? Excuse me, do you know what train this is? Do you know where this train's going? [Distant horses neighing.]
[Wind whooshing.]
[Music playing.]
[Horses galloping.]
[Clamoring.]
[Whinnies.]
[Groans.]
[Pants.]
It had to be you.
[Music playing.]
[Crowd clamoring.]
[Horses neighing.]
Peter? Peter, what are you doing here? How are you here? What do you mean how am I here? I'm here.
You are here.
We are all here.
Now, get the hell away from me, Stiles.
Hey, Peter.
Peter.
Peter! What are you doing? I'm waiting for my train.
Okay, did you not just see that? See what? The horses, the hogtied businessmen with the magically dissolving ropes? [Echoing.]
I'm sorry, did anyone just see that? Do you mind? You're blocking the board.
I'd like a little warning before my train arrives.
Okay.
So you're waiting for a train.
How did you get here? Pretty sure I took a cab.
Last time I saw you were being locked away in Eichen House.
[Screaming.]
I was in Eichen.
Thanks to you.
Memory's good.
Can you remember how you, uh, got out? They discharge you? No, the power went out.
And I ran like hell.
That's it? You just ran? Yes, that's it.
I literally just ran away from the insane asylum that was holding me hostage! [Grunting.]
[Sniffs.]
[Blows.]
[Alarm wailing.]
[Cell door clangs open.]
[Grunting in distance.]
[Grunting.]
[All grunting.]
[Grunts.]
[Pants.]
Hale! Get back in your cell! I'm not gonna repeat myself.
[Grunting.]
No.
You're not.
[Grunting.]
[Thunder rumbling.]
[Wind whooshing.]
[Lightning crackling.]
[Neighing.]
[Music playing.]
[Growls.]
[Clicking.]
How long have I been here? The lockdown was three months ago.
I've been missing for three months and no one came for me? That's what the Ghost Riders do, they erase you.
Ghost Riders? Ghost Riders of the Wild Hunt? Yeah, you know what I'm talking about? [Sighs.]
Of course, I know what you're talking about.
They ride the lightning.
They are an unstoppable force of nature.
But, I promise you, they don't make pit-stops in train stations.
I've escaped one prison only to land in another one.
And this looks like the underground lair of a depressed bureaucrat.
Come on, there's gotta be a way out of this place, right? Have you tried looking around? Have you talked to anyone who knows anything? If this is the Wild Hunt, there is no escape.
You and I are doomed to ride the storm forever.
Yeah, we're not in the storm, we're in a train station.
But we can get out of a train station.
We can't get out of here, Stiles.
Because this place isn't real.
What are you talking about? Beacon Hills doesn't have a train station.
[Rattling.]
What are you doing? Little help, please? Okay.
What the hell? [Panting.]
No, no, no, keep going.
I don't see you comin' up with anything.
[Whispers.]
Stiles.
Left shoulder, against the pillar.
Don't look.
I said don't look.
Yeah.
He's watching us.
- Yeah, so? - So every person in this station is either comatose or catatonic.
He seems very interested in keeping an eye on us.
Hey! Oh, my god! Why are you watching us? You tried the doors.
[Chuckles.]
Nobody ever tries the doors.
Sounds like you have.
The ones that I could open.
I've tried everything else.
Not everything.
You're still here.
Yeah, it seems like you got some kind of a plan.
So why don't you tell us about it? I can tell you.
Doesn't mean you can do it.
[Chuckles.]
Oh, we, we can do it.
He can, he can Well, it's right in front of your face.
[Music playing.]
Trent: You didn't see it, did you? I saw it.
Then why'd you waste so much time running through the doors? I'll tell you why.
Because it's all part of the illusion.
You're afraid.
And they want you to be afraid.
I'm not afraid.
Can't do it, can you? He can't do it.
We really should kill him.
Or you can just walk through it.
[Breathes heavily.]
Push me.
- What did you say? - Push me.
[Breathes heavily.]
Now you're gettin' it.
Stiles.
Stiles, let's go.
The corpus callosum is not only the largest white matter structure in the brain, but also the bridge connecting all parts of the brain to each other.
That ability for all parts of the brain to communicate, and to work together, help us make leaps in cognitive thinking.
Any questions, thoughts, insight, Lydia? [Tow truck beeping.]
I completely agree.
Is there something outside that's more fascinating than the structure of the human mind? No.
I don't think so.
[Mechanical whirring.]
No.
Okay.
Good.
Now, many people credit the corpus callosum, uh, for giving us a sense of intuition, gut instinct, even we ourselves aren't aware I'm sorry, I'll be right back.
I'm just gonna check if she's okay.
[Clears throat.]
[Door closes.]
You guys know that classes aren't optional, right? Hey! [Pants.]
Hey! You can't tow this Jeep.
Paperwork says I can.
It's reported as abandoned.
And now it's not.
Oh, this is your vehicle? Does it matter? [Scoffs.]
Sounds like a no.
[Breathing heavily.]
It's mine.
Uh, my Jeep.
Thank you.
I'll move it.
Once I get the keys.
From my locker.
After you leave.
I'm sorry, once it's on the hook Please don't say, "you're on the hook.
" Well, I can't now.
Oh, I, okay.
Look, there's gotta be something that we can do.
Sign something? Call someone? Pay someone? Drop fee's a hundred and fifty.
Cash.
A hundred and fifty? This thing isn't even worth that much.
How much you got? Uh, how much have you got? [Whispers.]
Just give me your money.
- [Sighs.]
- [Music playing.]
All I have is $50.
And when I say "all," I mean all.
Uh Hey.
You know I don't actually have the keys to this thing, right? But now we have a Jeep.
Congratulations, you found another part of the phantom train station.
Is this the way out? If it was, we would be leaving.
Trent: You might want to stay off the tracks.
'Cause that's the way in and out.
[Thunder rumbling.]
[Horses neighing.]
They're coming.
[Music playing.]
[Neighing continues.]
[Music playing.]
[Neighs.]
That's the way out? How in the hell are we supposed to do that? - We jump.
- Jump? On the back of the riders as they go through.
- Is that all? - I've been timing it.
Look, we can jump from here just before they go out.
I think you're confusing your pronouns.
We aren't going to do anything.
But you should absolutely give that a shot.
Do you not wanna get out of here? We want to get out alive, okay? How do you know this works? Seems like a lot could go wrong.
Look, I can't stay here.
I'm losing my mind in this place.
I think you have an excellent grasp of the situation.
- I say go for it.
- Peter.
- [Neighing.]
- Hey, they're coming back.
[Music playing.]
No, we can't let him do this, right? What if he's right? Hey, we'll figure something else out.
Hey, look, there's gotta be another way out of this place.
But there isn't.
I've been looking for months.
- Are you comin' or not? - It's all you.
Let him try.
Come on.
Come on.
[Neighing.]
[Screaming.]
[Continues screaming.]
Somehow I don't think that went the way that he was hoping.
Stiles, he's dead.
You see his face? Trust me, he's gone.
- [Scoffs.]
You knew he'd die.
- [Music playing.]
I didn't know.
I mean, I assumed.
Yeah, but you could have warned him.
He was gonna do it anyway.
Now, we know.
Know what? That we're stuck.
It's over.
We are trapped because that was our only way out.
Or that's just what they want us to believe.
What? What is it with you teenagers? You think that you're so special? You think the rules don't apply to you? Do you get it? We are dead and buried.
Money? It's worthless.
Driver's license? Credit cards? - Give me my damn wallet back.
- It's all meaningless.
[Keys jingling.]
- Keys? - Give me my keys.
What, did you think you were gonna drive us out of here? Is that what you thought? Do you get it? We don't exist.
And we are already forgotten.
Somebody's gonna remember me.
Either Lydia, or Scott, Malia, someone.
They're gonna find me, all right? They'll come for me.
Who would ever come for you? You give me a call when your high school sweethearts conjure up a plan to get out of here.
[Music playing.]
I'm waiting for a train.
Yeah, it's probably runnin' late.
I'm going to see my grandchildren.
Who are you going to see? Uh, no one.
[microphone feedback.]
Announcer: [Through speakers.]
The following stops have been canceled, Hollatine, Batten, Bay Burry, Deer Ridge, Red Oak, Trenton, Anderson, King Springs.
Peter: Intercom.
Maybe a radio? Your theory is ridiculous.
Magnetic disturbances and a few pixelated photos doesn't mean that you can use a ham radio to communicate across a supernatural barrier.
Ghost Riders can't be seen, heard, or remembered.
You really think they're gonna leave a gadget around that you can use to call your friends? [High-pitched feedback.]
[Distant high-pitched sound.]
- There you are.
- You heard it too? Where's it coming from? This way.
[Music playing.]
It's coming from inside.
[Radio static.]
Did somebody just lock the keys inside? Break it.
[Radio static.]
Take your time.
No rush.
Only thing at stake is any evidence of our existence soon to be lost forever.
Okay, not helping.
[Distant horses galloping.]
[Metal clanking.]
[Music playing.]
[Raspy breathing.]
[Raspy breathing continues.]
[Clattering.]
[Whispering.]
In case you're keeping count, that's twice I've saved your life today.
[Radio static.]
[Radio stops.]
Why'd it stop? It doesn't matter.
There has to be a reason.
[Sniffs.]
What? You caught a scent? Yeah.
Uh ours mine, yours, all three of us.
Mine? I've never been in this Jeep before.
Neither have I.
Yes, we have.
We just don't remember it.
I thought we were done with that.
Uh, yeah, Lydia, Parrish checked the VIN number.
There's no record of owner.
The Jeep didn't just drive itself here.
Whose side are you on? I'm on everyone's side.
He's not real.
Trust me.
[Sighs.]
I've lost a lot of people in my life.
It's a long list and I don't feel like adding to it.
You might not have to.
Not if we get him back.
This is from '96.
And there's no name.
But there's an address.
129 Woodbine Lane.
I know that address.
[Stutters.]
I don't know what to tell you.
I haven't seen that Jeep in almost 18 years.
It's in your name.
But it was stolen.
Then how did it end up at the high school? Beats the hell out of me.
I mean, that thing was a junker back in the day.
God only knows who'd want it now.
Maybe somebody dumped it there? Is there any way to trace the history of the Jeep after it was stolen? No.
Maybe there's fingerprints in it.
Lydia, is this about Stiles? [Music playing.]
Honey, don't you think you've taken this far enough? Claudia: I don't really know what's going on with you lately, but maybe it's a good time to talk to your mom.
I'm sorry.
You're right.
Hey, you okay? No, yeah.
I'm sorry, can you just Uh, do you mind Of course.
Take your time.
[Shuddering breaths.]
[Music playing.]
[Sobs.]
We already paid you.
I gave you all of my money for that drop fee.
Yeah, and I dropped it, all right? Now I'm picking it up again.
How much? I'll write you a check.
It's not about how much.
They want it out of here, okay? It's not up to me.
Don't make me move you, kid, okay? I'm hookin' this thing up and I am towing it away.
[Bones cracking.]
Your truck's broke.
[Horses neighing.]
- [Clamoring.]
- [Horses galloping.]
[Gunshots.]
This place is really startin' to fill up.
- Gwen? Gwen! - Phoebe? Oh, my god, you're here! [Gun shots.]
Stiles: Wait a second.
That girl, I know that girl.
Her name is Gwen.
She plays lacrosse.
[Gun shots.]
How long has this been going on? This isn't a train station, this is a way station.
It's not gonna stop.
[Gun shots continue.]
[Sighs.]
Stiles: What is it? What are those places? Bannack? Canaan? I know you know something.
[Pants.]
We gotta get out of here.
Nobody is safe.
Yeah, in here? In Beacon Hills.
Your friends, your family, everyone.
You've gotta go.
They're gonna be taken.
Where are you going? What did you see up there? The towns.
- What did it mean? - I just told you.
They're never gonna stop.
Okay, so what's the plan then? I'm goin' through the portal.
Wait, wait, wait.
No one gets through the portal, you said that yourself.
No human can.
But I'm better than human, remember? I'll heal.
Stiles, let's not have a moment.
If you survive, you have to find my friends for me, okay? You have to tell them about me.
'Cause they're not gonna remember me, so you have to tell them that I'm here.
When I survive, I'm going to get as far away from Beacon Hills as I possibly can.
And if I happen along one of your below average friends and it doesn't inconvenience me, I might mention your name.
Yeah, what about Malia? - [Alarm wailing.]
- [Men grunting.]
Guard: [Through walkie-talkie.]
All additional units to the lower level.
We need full force containment on the lower level.
Lockdown.
[Wind whooshing.]
[Breathes heavily.]
I know you're doing this for her.
You're risking being incinerated for her.
And I'm okay with that.
[Horses neighing.]
Stiles.
[Horse neighing.]
Stall them.
W-what? How? Use your head.
[Music playing.]
[Breathes heavily.]
[Grunts.]
[Panting.]
What're you doing? [Horse neighing.]
[Neighing.]
[Raspy cry.]
[Grunting.]
[Grunts.]
[Raspy cry.]
[Pants.]
[Pained breathing.]
[Groaning.]
[Roars.]
[Both gasp.]
What the hell? Did you hear that? I think all of Beacon Hills heard that.
Who is it? I'm not sure, but I think I recognized it.
Go! [Music playing.]
Hey.
[Pants.]
Any luck? No.
He hasn't roared again.
I've got a scent but There's something wrong with it.
It smells like whoever it is, is burning.
[Distant roar.]
- I hear a heartbeat.
- Scott: Who is that? I don't know, but I know the scent.
Even through the barbecue.
Scott: How do you think he got here? There's no tracks.
No fire.
[Gasps.]
Oh, my god.
Peter? Who's Peter? Peter Hale.
My dad.
Peter: [Distorted.]
You were my beta first [Roars.]
[Roars.]
[Roaring.]
Peter.
[Stutters.]
He bit me.
How could I forget him? How did I forget him? [Breathes heavily.]
He has something.
[Pained grunting.]
What is it? [Music playing.]
[Sighs.]
Pripyat, Bannack, Canaan, Beacon Hills.
Canaan.
[Music playing.]
[Engine turning.]
[Breathes heavily.]
[Engine sputtering.]
Don't flood it.
Do you even know what that means? Not really.
[Lydia grunts.]
[Both chuckling.]
[Engine running.]
[Radio static.]
[Radio static.]
Stiles: [Through radio.]
Hello? Wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Stiles: [Through radio.]
Hello? Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me? [Stutters.]
Stiles? [Breathes heavily.]
Stiles, are you there? Scott? Lydia? Is that you? [scoffs.]
Oh, my god, Stiles.
We can hear you.
Oh, my god, you know me? You remember me? Stiles, is thi is this you? Is this actually you? Yeah.
Listen to me do you remember the last thing I said to you? You said you said, "remember I love you.
" [Music playing.]
Scott: [Through radio.]
Are you okay? - Where are you? - We're comin' to get you.
Stiles: No, no, no.
You can't.
You won't be able to find me.
[Stutters.]
Stiles, what what are you talking about? Just tell us where you are, and we'll, we'll come and Right, just remember this.
Canaan, okay? You have to find Canaan.
Just find Canaan.
[Radio static.]
[Music playing.]
Scott: Stiles! Stiles!