"What?" "Nothin'." "We should have taken my car." "Like I said." "Several times." "It's a new car." "It was new to someone." "About twenty years ago." "There's no jack." "Grab the spare." "No spare?" "No spare." "I know." "Worst date ever." "We've had worse." "Remember the double date?" "What about New Year's?" "Christmas with your parents." "That time your sister..." "Please don't say it." "Actually, this could be our best date yet." "It must be the Northern Lights." "Hmm." "Maybe they've got a spare." "Oh, hey!" "Don't let them take me!" "Don't let them take me too." "What in the hell were you two thinking?" "We were just trying to help." "Why don't you try and help me understand what the hell happened here?" "Right, well, we were trying to gently persuade him to pull over..." "Yeah..." "Demon!" "He was getting away." "He got away." "Right." "Because obviously he's some sort of criminal mastermind, Dad." "Uh-huh." "You want to guess what the stolen merchandise is?" "Hmm?" "Critical life-saving medical equipment?" "No." "Poison gas?" "Nope." "Filled with drugs?" "Helium." "Helium?" "This could be a good thing." "That we saved helium?" "I mean, that..." "They don't need us anymore." "Okay, well, they need us." "They just don't know it." "We're all going off to college soon." "So Beacon Hills is gonna have to survive without us." "Beacon Hills will burn to the ground without us." "Stiles..." "They don't need us." "They need us!" "Alex, you know we're having trouble locating your parents." "And since you can't remember anything, we have a method, an unusual method that might help you remember." "But I need you to be okay with it." "I also need you to know that it's probably gonna hurt." "I don't care." "I just want to find my mom and dad." "You ready?" "I told you we shouldn't have taken him to an R-rated movie." "I wasn't scared." "Well, I was terrified." "Maybe we shouldn't take me to R-rated movies." "You weren't scared?" "Not even just a little?" "Maybe a little." "Will, drive!" "Drive!" "Get down!" "Ah!" "What'd you see?" "I saw a guy on a horse." "Horse?" "He had a gun." "Okay, a guy with a gun." "That sounds like my department, not yours." "What about his parents?" "What happened to them?" "I don't know." "That's all I remember." "But..." "I got this feeling." "What kind of feeling?" "They're coming back." "They're coming for me." "Hmm." "What?" "This is a perfect shade for me." "Forget the name." "Can we please stay on topic here?" "I'm not getting anything." "I don't think they're dead." "They're dead." "Probably torn apart." "The only thing I don't get is why there's no blood." "They're not dead." "If they were dead, I'd sense it." "If they were alive, I'd smell it." "Yeah, I'm not getting anything either." "Scott, what are you talkin' about?" "You were in his head for four minutes." "I timed it." "Well, it's not an exact science." "And he's a kid." "Maybe he's too freaked out to remember." "Why does it matter if they're dead?" "Dead is dead." "Okay, if it's just a robbery, we can't help them." "And if it's something supernatural, my dad can't help them." "It sounds like you want it to be supernatural." "It's been, like, three months since anything's happened." "Yeah, and once a week you drag me out of bed like I'm some sort of supernatural metal detector." "Okay, it is way more often than that." "You can't tell me that you think this is just some series of impossible coincidences?" "What I'm saying is maybe that wouldn't be so bad." "You're starin' at a broken windshield." "There's something wrong with it." "It's broken." "And it wasn't a magic bullet." "It was a regular bullet." "That blew out a regular windshield." "Just like that one, and that one," "and that one." "Magic bullet." "Lydia, so..." "My bad, sorry, go ahead, look pretty." "Once..." "Oh!" "That was a good one." "Stiles!" "You're still in the photo." "Sorry." "You ruined it." "Why would I want to ruin your yearbook photo?" "Maybe because you haven't signed up for your own photo yet?" "Yes, I did." "It's blank." "Uh..." "Or maybe you're sublimating the stress of graduating by avoiding key milestones." "Psych paper." "Oh." "Hey, the Deputy searched the car." "No slugs, no exit hole." "And the address Alex gave my dad, it's an abandoned house." "Come on!" "Missing parents, suspicious guy on horseback, magic bullet." "Who's comin' with?" "I've got to retake my photos." "Yeah, not interested." "I cannot miss any more classes." "Scott." "Scott." "I missed 38 last semester." "And Lydia's mom is the only reason I'm still in school." "I can go after school." "You know what?" "Forget it." "I'll take Liam." " Yeah, I'm not taking Liam." " Mmm-mmm." "Hey, can I get a candid?" "Uh, no." "Yeah, sure." "Okay, fine." "If you can explain to me why this is blue, I'll let it go." "Everyone smile." "Schrodinger's Cat." "Ah, I can see I impressed you all with my artistic abilities." "Schrodinger puts his cat in a box with poisonous food." "Now, until he opens that box, the cat is, in theory, both alive and dead." "But when he opens it, it's either "Hello, Mittens" or "Goodbye, Socks."" "Putting aside the potential animal abuse here, what does it have to do with physics?" "Yes, Hayden." "It illustrates the concept of quantum superposition." "Light is both a particle and wave until it's observed." "Yes." "Excellent answer, very impressive." "Does observing something change its behavior?" "Or alter its outcome?" "That's the question of today's lab on page 117." "Break into groups of four." "Have any of you guys noticed that phones can't geolocate today?" "Looks like it works." "Yeah, but that's not North." " Mmm." " That is." "Mine is doing it too." "Mr. Douglas has a compass." "What are you gonna do with it?" "Follow it." "Seriously?" "Where do you think it goes?" "I have no idea." "But we won't find out till we open the box." "Schrodinger's cat?" "I..." "I still don't get it." "A chemical interaction could cause a tint." "What about the muzzle flash of a gun?" "Could that be blue or green?" "A muzzle flash is created by superheated gases leaving a gun." "Um, it's possible that the gas could include copper, barium, cesium." "Those can burn blue and green." "Can that tint the glass?" "You think a gun did this?" "Maybe." "Thirty-nine?" "Neither one of you are going anywhere." "Thirty-eight classes, Scott." "I had to beg the superintendent." "Mrs. Martin, Scott is the sworn protector of Beacon Hills." "He can protect it at 3:30." "We're not waiting till 3:30." "shattering the goal 90 minutes before H-hour." "Combat teams, each on a schedule, continued their unloading into assault boats." "There would be little time between the first assault wave and the second." "Clark, where's the kid?" "He was in there a second ago." "This is a Sheriff's station." "You, you don't lose a child in the sheriff's station." "Everybody stop what you're doin', let's find the kid." "Alex, what are you doin'?" "Can you lock me in?" "Well, you're not under arrest and you're a minor." "Sir, we're required to call Child Protective Services." "Please don't." "Please let me stay." "Please." "We're leavin' him here." "Post a guard outside the door." "smashed up the enemy's gun batteries farther inland." "Yet, so ingeniously..." "That's not creepy at all." "You wanna split up?" "Uh, absolutely not." "Maybe Alex got the address wrong." "Or he lied." "Why would he lie?" "He didn't lie." "Why didn't the cops say anything about this?" "They don't know it's here." "They can't come here without a warrant, and there's no owner of record to serve a warrant to." "So unless there's some kind of threat or imminent danger, they wouldn't come in." "What?" "I think I heard something." "What, what are you doing here?" "This is Alex's house." "What are you doing here?" "This is where the compass led us." "What compass?" "Why is it doing that?" "I have no idea." "They're all doing it." "Wait!" "What?" "What happened?" "He was here." "He shot at me." "It was one of the guys you saw in Alex's memory." "The guy who took his parents?" "No, no, no." "They weren't just taken." "They were, they were made to disappear." "That's why there's no furniture, that's why they weren't in any of the photos." "They were erased." "I keep feeling like it's familiar, you know?" "Like I've heard it before." "That's French." "A lingering thought you can't reach." "Okay, well, is there a French word for, feeling an overwhelming sense of urgency and impending doom?" "It's French for Banshee." "Okay, what, what does your Banshee intuition say this is?" "That you don't have to figure it all out right this second." "But this kid." "This kid's got no one." "You know, and..." "There's a reason why." "There's gotta be." ""Give this man a ride, sweet family will die."" ""Killer on the road."" "Riders on the Storm?" "What?" "That's the song, Riders on the Storm?" "That's it." "What's it?" "The Ghost Riders." "The Wild Hunt." "They come by storm, riding horses." "And they take people." "Lydia, you're so smart, I could kiss you right now!" "Do not kiss me." "Not gonna, no." "Mmm." "Did it anyway!" "Hey, guys." "Wait up." "I fixed it." "Uh, perfect!" "Looks brand new." "He's going to notice." "Nah, he'll never notice." "We'll just put the compass back and figure out a way to help Scott." "Or just put the compass back." "We can't leave it all to Scott." "Why not?" "He's the Alpha." "Not for long." "Who's gonna take his place?" "You don't think I could be the Alpha?" "No, no, I wasn't saying that." "It's just, magnetic anomalies and guys on horseback stealing people?" "We can't just stay out of it." "What's gonna happen when Scott graduates?" "When there's no one here to figure things out?" "I can be the..." "Um..." "I can be the Alpha." "He can be the Alpha." "Yeah." "What is it?" "It's blood." "Scott?" "Scott." "Hey." "Hey." "It's called the Wild Hunt." "It's a myth." "Only, apparently it's real." "Like every other myth in this town that should just really remain a nightmare." "The guy on the horse?" "Yeah, they call them Ghost Riders." "Hang on one second." "Hey." "That's my jersey." "Where'd you get that?" "Coach gave it to me at practice." "We had practice?" "Why doesn't anyone tell me anything?" "Why would the Ghost Riders want to take Alex's parents?" "Because that's what they do." "They take people, okay?" "They run around collecting souls." "And once they take you, you're gone." "But it's not just you, it's everything about you." "Yeah, like how they took Alex's room." "Does that mean Alex is next?" "Got your text." "You said you needed my help?" "Oh, God." "That kind of help." "Something terrible is going to happen." "Okay, what is it?" "I don't know." "That's why I need your help." "I can't find the source." "It's like it's coming from everywhere." "How is that possible?" "Maybe it's coming from more than one place." "In more than one piece." "If it's in the air, could it be coming out of the vents?" "Stand back." "It's open." "Where's the kid?" "What happened to him?" "What kid?" "Alex." "The kid from the car wreck?" "The kid whose parents went missing last night?" "Who's Alex?" "Clark, listen to me." "He was here, okay?" "You met him." "Where's the Sheriff?" "He got called out to the high school." "They found a body." "No one's been in lock-up all day." "Check for yourself." "He's not on here." "They took him." "I shouldn't have left him alone." "He knew they were coming for him." "What if they're coming back for everyone else who was on that road?" "Then we already know who's next." "Liam and Hayden." "I'll check the Quad." "Let me know if you find them." "And see if your dad knows anything?" "Yeah, okay." "Hey, Scott, wait." "Um, I, I just, uh..." "I wanted to say, um..." "Tell me later." "Yeah, all right." "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Sorry." "Slow it down." "Sorry." "Ms. Martin, sorry." "Hey, have you seen, uh, Liam and Hayden?" "Actually, forget that." "Have you seen my dad?" "Who?" "My dad." "He's here because of the body?" "How do you know about the body?" "Because my dad's the Sheriff." "Ms. Martin, are you okay?" "Uh, just wait here." "When did you first have the premonition?" "I was with Stiles." "We realized it was the Wild Hunt." "The Riders, the horses." "Souls getting swept up." ""Those who see the Wild Hunt beware," ""for you are already lost."" "Mason, Mason, hey, where's Liam?" "Liam?" "Okay, there you go." "Liam, Hayden, perfect." "You two, you two have to listen to me right now." "Alex is gone, just like his parents, okay?" "The Ghost Riders took him, so you guys, you can't be alone." "You got to stick with Scott or with me because I can see them." "Why the hell are you lookin' at me like that?" "Do we even know him?" "I don't even know if he goes here." "Do you go to this school?" "What's your name?" "You haven't signed up for your own photo yet?" "Yes, I did." "It's blank." "Excuse me, that's my jersey, where'd you get that?" "Coach gave it to me at practice." "Son, you okay?" "Oh, thank God." "Thank God." "Okay." "Everyone's forgetting." "Everyone is forgetting everything..." "Okay, okay, slow down, slow down." "We'll figure this out together." "Okay." "Now, why don't you tell me your name?" "Scott?" "Hey." "Scott, where are you?" "Where are you right now?" "Who's this?" "Alex." "The kid from the car wreck?" "The kid whose parents went missing last night?" "Who's Alex?" "Horses." "He saw them." "He saw the Wild Hunt." "Where's Stiles?" "Who's Stiles?" "It's me." "I'm next." "Stiles!" "Lydia?" " You know me." "Oh, thank God." "You know me." " I know you." "But I think everybody else is forgetting." "Hey, do you see him?" "See what?" "The guy on the horse." "Stiles, if you can see them, they're gonna..." "No, I know, I know." "Okay." "They're comin' for me." "So you have to get away from me right now, okay?" "I'm not leaving you!" "All right, come on, come on!" "This way, this way, come on." "Whoa!" "Whoa!" "Whoa!" "Whoa!" "Okay, this way." "Keep going." "Where are they?" "They're everywhere." "Come on, come on, come on!" "Lydia, don't look at them, okay?" "Don't try to scream." "They'll take you, too." "Just do not look at them." "I won't." "I won't." "What are you doing?" "We need to go!" "There's no time." "Lydia, I'm going to be erased, okay?" "Just like Alex." "You're gonna forget me." "I won't." "No, I won't." "I won't." "Lydia, you will." "Just try to find some way to remember me, okay?" "Remember how you were the first girl I ever danced with?" "Or how I had a crush on you freshman year." "Sophomore year?" "Junior year?" "Remember how you saved my life?" "You saved my life too." "Just remember..." "Remember I love you." "Remember..." "Remember..." "Remember..." "You okay?" "I have this feeling that I was supposed to do something." "Do what?" "I can't remember."