TEXT: Scott: Lock it, lock it! Stiles: Do I look like I have a key? Scott: Grab something! Stiles: What? Scott: Anything! Scott: No. Stiles: Yes. Scott: Stiles, no, don't. Scott: Run! Stiles! Stiles! Scott: Where is it? Where did it go? That won't hold, will it? Stiles: Probably not. Stiles: The desk. Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out. Scott: I know. Stiles: It's your boss. Scott: What? Stiles: Deaton, the alpha? Your boss. Scott: No. Stiles: Yes, murdering psycho werewolf. Scott: That can't be. Stiles: Oh come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convenient timing? Scott: It's not him. Stiles: He killed Derek. Scott: No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead. Stiles: Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next. Scott: Okay, just - What do we do? Stiles: We get to my jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job, good? Stiles: No, they don't open. The school's climate - controlled. Scott: Then we break it. Stiles: Which will make a lot of noise. Scott: Then, uh, then we run really fast. Really fast. Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep? Stiles: What do you mean? Nothing's wrong. Scott: It's bent. Stiles: What, like, dented? Scott: No, I mean bent. Stiles: What the hell - Stiles: That's my battery. Scott: Don't. Stiles: We have to move. Scott: He could be right outside. Stiles: He is right outside. Scott: Just
SUMMARY:
Responding to Scott's howl, the alpha savages Derek and traps Scott and Stiles in their high school. Events escalate even further when Allison, Jackson and Lydia are lured to the school as well with a phony text message. At the end of the night, Allison breaks up with Scott after saying she cannot trust him.