TEEN WOLF "Pilot" by Jeff 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/SCOTTS 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 rethreaded stick. Dressed in only a pair of athletic shorts, his lithe frame may still have some filling out to do but its nevertheless easy to see that hell 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.

2. 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 shed 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 whats 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. SCOTT Stiles, what the hell are you doing? STILES You werent 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 its late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. Theyre bringing in every officer from the Beacon department and even State Police. For what? SCOTT

STILES Two joggers found a body in the woods.

3. SCOTT A dead body? STILES No, 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. SCOTT You mean like murdered? STILES Nobody 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? STILES Thats 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. SCOTT I cant believe were doing this. STILES Hey, youre the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town. Besides, its our last night of summer freedom. SCOTT I was trying to get a good nights sleep for practice tomorrow. STILES Right, because sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort. SCOTT No, because Im playing this year. In fact, Im going to make starting lineup.

4. STILES Thats the spirit. Everyone should have a dream. Even a completely unrealistic one. SCOTT Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for? STILES Huh. I didnt even think about that. SCOTT And what if whoever killed the girl is still out here? STILES Also something I didnt think about. SCOTT Comforting to know youve planned this out with your usual attention to detail. Racing up the paths, Scotts breath begins to shorten. SCOTT (CONTD) 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 cant 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 Examiners van. SCOTT (CONTD) Is that the second half of the body? STILES No, 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.

5. SCOTT Stiles, 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 hes 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 TROOPER Stay right there! Scott freezes. Its 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? STILES No... Not the boring ones. DEPUTY STILINSKI And wheres your usual partner in crime? STILES Who? Scott? Scotts home. Said he wanted to get a good nights sleep for the first day back at school. DEPUTY STILINSKI (calling out) Scott? You out there? Hidden in the shadows, Scott doesnt move.

6. DEPUTY STILINSKI (CONT'D) (still clearly suspicious) All right, young man, Im taking you back to your car and were 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. Hes 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 hes 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 phones minimal LIGHT over the ground, Scott doesnt 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, hes 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. Hes about to get up when--

7. 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 theres 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

8. 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 drivers 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. JACKSON Sorry, little man. Didnt see you. (re: Scotts lacrosse stick) Trying out for the team? SCOTT Im on the team, actually. Second string. Oh. Sweet. JACKSON

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.

9. SCOTT It was too dark to see much but Im pretty sure it was a wolf. STILES A wolf bit you last night in the woods? No, not a chance. SCOTT I heard a wolf howling. STILES No, you didnt. SCOTT What do you mean No, I didnt? How do you know what I heard? STILES California doesnt have wolves. Not for the last sixty years. Really? SCOTT

STILES Yes, really. There are no wolves in California. SCOTT Well, if you dont believe me about the wolf, then youre definitely not going to believe me when I tell you I saw the body. STILES You found it? Are you kidding? SCOTT I wish. Im going to have nightmares about it for the next month. STILES Thats freaking awesome. This is seriously the best thing thats happened to this town since... (looking past Scott) ...since the birth of Lydia Sayers whos 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.

10. STILES (CONT'D) Hey Lydia, how are you? You look-She walks right past. STILES (CONTD) ...like youre going to ignore me. Scott laughs at him. STILES (CONT'D) Youre the cause of this, you know. Dragging me down to your nerd depths. Im a nerd by association. Ive 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. CURTIS As you all know by now, there was indeed a body found in the woods last night. Im sure your eager little minds are coming up with all sorts of macabre scenarios as to how it happened but Ive 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 dont mean skim. THE SOUND of paper pages flipping RUMBLES toward Scott as students start reading. Its 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.

11. Gazing about, he cant 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 beauty. obvious this is ARGENT. Sixteen and radiating with an innocent As she puts a cell phone to her ear, it becomes that, despite the closed windows and the distance, 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. ALLISON Mom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it. MRS. ARGENT (V.O.) Just making sure youre there okay and youve got everything you need. But Allison digs through her bag, becoming alarmed. ALLISON Everything except a pen. Oh my God, I didnt actually forget a pen. MRS. ARGENT (V.O.) Dont panic. Im sure you can borrow one from another student. ALLISON Okay, okay, I gotta go. Love ya. Unable to take his eyes off the extraordinary girl, Scott watches the schools PRINCIPAL join her on the steps. PRINCIPAL Sorry 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 isnt where you grew up?

12. ALLISON No, 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 Dads work. Theyre 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 (CONTD) Class, this is Allison Argent. Shes 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. Thanks. ALLISON

Scott gives her a nod. Turning around, his gaze FOCUSES on Stiless desk where his friends 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. CURTIS Okay, lets 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.

13. 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. STILES You all right? Overwhelmed, Scott doesnt 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. LYDIA That jacket is absolutely killer. Where did you get it? ALLISON My Mom was a buyer for a boutique shop back in San Francisco. LYDIA Youre 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. HARLEY Can somebody tell me how New Girl is here all of five minutes and shes already at Lydias table? STILES Because shes hot. Beautiful people herd together. HARLEY Is that why Lydia isnt herding with you?

14. STILES Lydias a long term project, okay? And trust me, Ive got all the patience in the world for a high yield investment like her. HARLEY Well, I dont think New Girls that pretty. Scott, you think shes pretty? Scott? He doesnt even blink, every ounce of his attention consumed by Allison at Lydias table. STILES Id take that as a yes. Head cocked slightly, Scott TUNES in the conversation across the room, VOICES coming into focus. A party? ALLISON

SENIOR Friday night. We could go together. ALLISON I cant. Its Family Night this Friday. But thanks for asking. SENIOR You sure? Everyones going after the scrimmage game. ALLISON You mean like football? JACKSON Football 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. JACKSON Every season starts with a scrimmage to decide the new first string players. You ever watch Lacrosse?

15. ALLISON Im actually not sure how its played other than--well, violently. Stiles notices Scott watching the other table intently. Not merely staring, but seeming to listen. JACKSON Maybe you should just come see for yourself. We have practice today. LYDIA You dont have to be anywhere right after school, do you? ALLISON Well, no, but-LYDIA Perfect. Youre coming. A WHISTLE BLOWS-EXT. LACROSSE FIELD - DAY The Lacrosse Teams Assistant Coach gives the WHISTLE another loud blast, gathering the team on the field. Stiles and Scott lag behind the others. STILES Just think about this. If you play this season Ill have no one to talk to on the bench. You really gonna do that to your best friend? SCOTT I cant 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. COACH McCall! Youre in the goal. Scott trots over to the COACH, a man with little comprehension of the difficulties of teenage life. SCOTT But Ive never played goal.

16. COACH I know. Scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. Its a first day back thing. Get them energized, jazzed up. SCOTT What about me? COACH Try 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. LYDIA Him? Im not sure who he is. Why? ALLISON Hes 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, hes 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.

17. ALLISON (CONT'D) He seems like hes pretty good. Very good. LYDIA

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 hes trying to strangle it. The Assistant Coach tosses the ball up. Oh God... SCOTT

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 Coachs stick. ASSISTANT COACH (to the Coach) Somebodys 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. STILES That was freaking awesome! I mean did you see the look on Jacksons 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.

18. With Stiles watching in awe, the beautiful girl holds out a pen to Scott. ALLISON Just wanted to give this back. SCOTT Uh... you... you can keep it. ALLISON Its okay. I plan to bring one tomorrow. Im Allison. SCOTT I know. I mean I heard your name in first period--from the Principal-LYDIA Allison, lets 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 Jacksons crowd. STILES You can breathe now. SCOTT (mesmerized) Thats Allison. Her name-STILES Is Allison. I got it. Come on, put your bike in the back of my jeep. SCOTT (suspicious) Why do I get the feeling youre not just giving me a ride home out of the kindness of your heart. STILES Because my Dad--whos still pissed at me for last night--told me they havent found the second half of the body yet. SCOTT So Im going to show you where it is and you get to play hero? STILES Or just keep from getting grounded.

19. 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. SCOTT I dont know what it was. I mean I felt like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. Ive never felt this good in my life actually. And thats not the only weird thing. I mean I can hear stuff I shouldnt be able to hear. And I can smell things. STILES Smell things? Like what? SCOTT Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket. STILES I dont 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? SCOTT What if its some kind infection? What if my body is flooding with adrenaline before I fall into shock? How do I know my senses arent going crazy because my hearts about to explode? I knew I should have gone to the emergency room. STILES I think Ive actually heard of this. Its a specific kind of infection. SCOTT Are you serious?

20. STILES All the symptoms add up. I think its called... Lycanthropy. SCOTT What is that? Is that bad? It sounds bad. STILES It is. But only once a month. SCOTT Once a month? STILES On the night of a full moon. Scott looks at him. And then gets it. SCOTT Youre an ass. STILES Hey, youre the one who heard a wolf howling. SCOTT There could be something seriously wrong with me. STILES I know! Youre a werewolf! (off his look) Okay, okay, obviously, Im just kidding. But if you see me in shop class melting down all the silver I can find, its only because Fridays a full moon. Scott pauses, throwing a confused glance over the woods. SCOTT I swear this was it. The body was here. The deer came running, I dropped my inhaler... STILES Maybe the killer moved the body. SCOTT If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like eighty bucks.

21. 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, theres nevertheless an undeniably adult sexuality smoldering underneath his profound confidence. DEREK What are you doing here? Both Scott and Stiles are too stunned to speak at first, something so odd about Dereks abrupt and silent appearance. DEREK (CONT'D) This is private property. STILES Sorry, we didnt know. Derek doesnt move. He stares at Scott, not even seeming to bother noticing Stiles. SCOTT We were just looking for something. Forget it, though. Sorry to bother you. But just as theyre 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. STILES Dude, that was Derek Hale. You remember, right? Hes only a few years older than us. SCOTT Remember what? STILES His 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.

22. SCOTT I wonder what hes doing back. Scott peers down at the inhaler in his hand and-INT. MCCALL HOME/SCOTTS 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 hes 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 hes 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

23. 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 shes 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. Tonights moon at three quarters. Scott rolls his eyes at Stiless 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. Scotts 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 Allisons and pulls her into the end of school exodus. Scott looks after her with longing eyes, clearly wondering when hes 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. SCOTT Sorry, Im late. DEATON Only by two minutes. SCOTT Just dont want you to think Im slacking.

24. DEATON Scott, I guarantee youre the least slacking of all of the teens in this town. Deaton watches the boy as he punches in at the time clock. DEATON (CONTD) So what are you so stressed about? SCOTT (glancing up in surprise) Is it that easy to tell? DEATON You 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 (CONTD) Whats 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. DEATON A neighborhood dog did this? SCOTT Yeah. I know I should have gone to the ER but, well... Insurance? Scott nods. DEATON (CONTD) Gotcha. Okay, lets have a look. Deaton gently removes the bandage. DEATON Well, it doesnt going to require Or anything else (CONTD) look like its a visit to the ER. actually. DEATON

25. He motions for Scott to look in the mirror. What he sees is astonishing... Nothing at all. The bite is completely healed. Theres not a mark on him. INT. BEACON HILLS ANIMAL CLINIC/WAITING ROOM - DAY Scott follows Deaton back to the waiting room. DEATON So theres a shipment of litter in the back, the antibiotic list is on the reception desk and dont forget to lock both dead bolts when you leave, okay? Slinging a bag over his shoulder, Deaton starts for the door. SCOTT Take the umbrella. Its going to rain. DEATON Really? The news didnt 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--

26. 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 its nevertheless easy to see that shes crying and in a visible panic. Quickly unlocking the door, Scott lets her in as she tries to explain through tears what happened. ALLISON I didnt 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-SCOTT Okay, its all right. Do you remember where it happened so I can send out animal control to find it? ALLISON No. I mean yes, I know where I hit it. But the dog-SCOTT Right. Where is it? In my car. ALLISON

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 Scotts arms. You okay? SCOTT

27. She nods, looking up at Scott behind her, his hands on her forearms, fingers lightly touching her soft skin. SCOTT (CONT'D) Hes just frightened. ALLISON That makes two of us. SCOTT Let me see if I have better luck. Letting her go, Scott steps toward the open door, oddly calm. Careful. ALLISON

As he connects eyes with the dog, something happens... SOUND drops out around him, all except for the dogs 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 vets 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. SCOTT I 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 doesnt 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 shes hugging herself, soaked and obviously freezing.

28. SCOTT (CONT'D) I have a t-shirt in my bag. You want it? ALLISON Oh, I dont 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 cant help but notice, however, Allisons REFLECTION in the mirror on the wall. For just a moment, as shes 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 didnt see anything. The dog doesnt 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. How come? SCOTT

ALLISON I dont know. For freaking out like a total girl. SCOTT You are a girl. ALLISON I freaked out like a girly girl. And Im not a girly girl. SCOTT What kind of girl are you? ALLISON Tougher than that. At least I thought I was. SCOTT Id be freaked out too. In fact, Id probably cry. (MORE)

29. SCOTT (CONT'D) And not like a man. Id cry like the girliest girl. It would be pathetic. ALLISON (laughing) Yeah, right. Scott finishes wrapping the dogs leg. SCOTT So it looks like hes going to live. And Im pretty sure hell even let you pet him if you want. ALLISON I dont think so. SCOTT Oh, come on. You dont want him to sue, do you? This breed is very litigious. Allison cautiously approaches, tentatively reaching out to stroke the dogs 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 its just the terror of being the New Girl but now I have to worry about running over innocent animals. SCOTT Not a big fan of Beacon Hills yet? ALLISON Not 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.

30. SCOTT I cant imagine you ever being an outcast. Anywhere. ALLISON Well, thanks. (noticing his stare) What? SCOTT You have an eyelash on your cheek. ALLISON Oh. 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. Thanks. ALLISON (CONT'D)

He nods, hand coming down like hes not quite sure what to do with it after having actually touched her perfect skin. She moves to get into her car. SCOTT Wait. I was wondering--I mean--is it really Family Night on Friday or do you think maybe youd like to go to that party with me? She throws him a curious look. How did he know she said that? But then admits-ALLISON Family Night was a total lie. SCOTT So is that a yes? Youll go? ALLISON Definitely yes. EXT. ROAD - NIGHT Tearing down the road on his bike, a huge smile nearly splits Scotts 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...

31. 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 Scotts 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 theres no body on the ground. So he finally peers up where-Scott stands on top of the truck.

32. Perched right on the cab. Eyes wide, he looks down, terrified but also strangely exhilarated. DRIVER What the hell? Howd you get up there? Breathless, Scott is too stunned to even answer. FADE OUT. END OF ACT THREE

33. 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. STILESS JEEP - DAY Scott gets in the passenger side of Stiless jeep. SCOTT Thanks for picking me up. STILES What happened to your bike? Scott hesitates, struggling with whether to tell Stiles about the incident with the truck. SCOTT Nothing... Flat tire. I hit a nail. STILES Sucks for you. Anyway, Ive got the best news ever. So do I. SCOTT

STILES I guarantee my news is better. SCOTT Im taking Allison to the party Friday. STILES Scott, you unbelievable stud! Thats totally better than my news. But mines still good: They released the homeless guy they thought was the killer and theyre bringing in someone else for questioning.

34. SCOTT

Who?

STILES Thats what were 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. STILES Now, thats a car. INT. BEACON HILLS POLICE STATION - DAY Stiles holds up an iPhone in front of the stations Receptionist. STILES Accidentally took my Dads again. If they didnt all look the same... With a deeply suspicious frown, the Receptionist takes the iPhone out of Stiless 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 STILINSKI The body was found near your property and to be honest we didnt know anyone was even out there. When did you get back in town, son? DEREK A little while ago. Stilinski eyes Derek with a tight-lipped smile. Theyre both silent, both waiting for the other to start again.

35. DEPUTY STILINSKI Noticed your car when you were pulling in. New Dodge Challenger, right? (off Dereks 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 STILINSKI Sorry, son. Were out of leads on this and still dont have an ID for the girl. I have to ask the hard questions. Just part of the job. DEREK Am 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. STILES Come on, Scott. Were leaving. EXT. BEACON HILLS POLICE STATION - DAY Heading back to his jeep in the lot, Stiles turns to Scott. STILES Derek Hale. Derek Hale! Can you believe that? What if hes the killer? How cool would that be? But Scott doesnt 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.

36. 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. JACKSON All right, little man, how about you tell me where youre getting your juice? What? SCOTT

JACKSON Where. 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. JACKSON Listen, McCall, youre going to tell me what it is and who youre buying from. Because theres no way in hell youre 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. JACKSON What the hells going on with you, McCall? Pressed against the locker, an overwhelmed Scott finally snaps, words coming out of him in a torrent-SCOTT Whats going on with me? You really want to know? So would I. Because I think Im seriously going out of my mind. (MORE)

37. SCOTT (CONT'D) Because I can see, hear and smell things I shouldnt 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 Im starting to actually think I might be turning into some kind of psychotic, freaking werewolf. Jackson glares at him, eyes narrowing. JACKSON You think youre funny, McCall, dont you? Im going to find out whats up with you. I dont 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. STILES Scott, wait up! You gotta hear this. SCOTT Im playing the first elimination, Stiles. Cant it wait? Scott doesnt seem to notice Stiless demeanor appears quite different now. Hes no longer excited, no longer approaching the mystery of the body in the woods like a game. STILES Just 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. SCOTT Stiles, I have to go. STILES Youre not going to believe what the animal was--

38. 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. COACH All 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 (CONTD) You got a question, McCall? What? SCOTT

COACH You raised your hand. SCOTT Oh, no I was just--nothing. Sorry. COACH (to the rest of the team) All right, you know how this goes. If you dont make the cut, youre 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.

39. 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 (CONTD) What in the name of God was that? This is a lacrosse field. Are you trying out for the gymnastics team? No, Coach. SCOTT

COACH Then what the hell was that? SCOTT I dont know. I was just trying to make the shot. COACH Well, you made the shot. And guess what? You just made starting lineup.

40. CHEERS ERUPT around him. As team members slap him on the back and knock his helmet with their gloves, a deliriously happy Scott doesnt even notice Jacksons furious stare. Or Stiles on the sidelines. Watching with a very worried look. INT. STILESS 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. STILES Get in. You have to see this. Ive 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. SCOTT How much Adderral have you had today? STILES A lot. Doesnt matter. Just listen. Remember the joke the other day? Not a joke anymore.

41. SCOTT What are you talking about? STILES The wolf. The bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading and-Do you even know why a wolf howls? Should I? SCOTT

STILES Its 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 theres others. Maybe a whole pack of them. SCOTT A pack of wolves? STILES No. Werewolves. SCOTT Youre seriously wasting my time with this? You know, Im picking Allison up in an hour. STILES I saw you on the field, Scott. What you did wasnt just amazing. It was impossible. SCOTT So I made a good shot. STILES No, you made an incredible shot. The way you moved--the speed, your reflexes--people cant suddenly do that overnight. And then theres the hearing, the senses, and dont think I havent noticed you dont need your inhaler anymore. You havent used it once since that night. SCOTT I cant think about this now. Well talk tomorrow, okay?

42. STILES Tomorrow? Dont 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 cant believe actually wants to go out with me. Everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it? STILES Im trying to help. With the full moon its going to be too hard to resist and if you dont theres no going back. Youre cursed, Scott. And its not only that the moon causes you to change, its also when your bloodlust will be at its peak. Bloodlust? SCOTT

STILES Your urge to kill. SCOTT Im already starting to have an urge to kill, Stiles. STILES You need to hear this. The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. And Ive never seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You have to cancel your date. You have to call her. Stiles grabs Scotts jacket, pulling the cell phone out. SCOTT What are you doing? Give me that. STILES Im just finding her number-SCOTT Give it to me.

43. Stiles looks up to see Scotts eyes flash YELLOW for a brief second. His voice low and guttural, he yanks the phone out of Stiless 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 didnt mean to do that. He starts to help Stiles up, but his friend flinches back. SCOTT (CONT'D) Im sorry. Really, I didnt mean it. I have to go. I have to get ready for the party. Im 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 chairs fabric slashed to ribbons. FADE OUT. END OF ACT FOUR

44. ACT FIVE FADE IN: INT. MCCALL HOME/SCOTTS 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. Big date? MELISSA MCCALL

Scott whirls around, hands pulling the towel tighter around his waist. SCOTT Mom, a little privacy please? MELISSA MCCALL Sorry, sorry. You need anything? SCOTT No, Im fine. Hold on. MELISSA MCCALL

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 MCCALL Im serious, I think you should shave tonight. SCOTT I dont 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.

45. MELISSA MCCALL You better borrow one of mine. Ill 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/SCOTTS 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. Careful... MELISSA MCCALL

EXT. ALLISONS HOUSE/INT. CAR - NIGHT Glancing into the rearview mirror of his mothers car at his now cleanly shaven face, Scott waits at the curb outside Allisons house. He keeps taking deep breaths. Almost like hes 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 hes still in the car, Scott scrambles to get out and open the door for her. Thanks. ALLISON

He slams the passenger door shut as-EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - NIGHT Car doors open on all sides. Teenagers pour out from Range Rovers and BMWs as Scott pulls his mothers 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.

46. LYDIA Well, if it isnt the new star player with my new best friend. I was going to call to make sure you were coming but I didnt 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. SCOTT What do you drink? ALLISON Um... I dont know. SCOTT Me either, actually. Maybe we should try beer? Wait here, Ill hit the keg in the back. Perfect. ALLISON

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, its 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.

47. 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-GOER Dude, 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 theres 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. SCOTT That 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. ALLISON Ive actually never been drunk. I usually go to these parties and just stand there with a Diet Coke. SCOTT Stiles and I got drunk on Tequila one night. The next morning I felt like I had a flamethrower pointed at my forehead.

48. ALLISON Okay, since neither of us is any good at drinking, how are you at dancing? SCOTT Much 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 Jacksons 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 theyre about to kiss. Then the thumping beat of the music begins driving faster, starting to sound almost like the quickening of a heartbeat-Scotts HEARTBEAT. The sounds around him INTENSIFY. His fingers clench back, veins at the surface of his hands as he presses against the fabric of Allisons 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.

49. ALLISON Are 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. HARLEY Scott? You all right? But he doesnt 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 cant 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 mothers 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. HARLEY Hey, I just saw Scott. I think he had too much to drink. STILES What? What do you mean? But before she can answer, a PANICKED PARTY-GOER charges in from the back door. PANICKED PARTY-GOER Cops are here!

50. Suddenly everyone is moving, darting for an escape. INT. MCCALL HOME/SCOTTS ROOM - NIGHT Scott stumbles into his room, slamming the door shut. But even as hes 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. Scott? MELISSA MCCALL (O.S.)

His mother KNOCKS at the door. MELISSA MCCALL (O.S.) (CONTD) Scotty, is something wrong? SCOTT Its just an asthma attack. But the last few words come out strangled in a GROAN of PAIN. MELISSA MCCALL (O.S.) It doesnt sound like asthma. Scott, please. Whats wrong? Go away! SCOTT

Theres 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 MCCALL Okay... 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. DEREK Allison, Im a friend of Scotts. My names Derek. He asked me to drive you home.

51. ALLISON Where is he? DEREK He 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. ALLISON What did you say your name was? DEREK Derek. Derek Hale. Come on, my cars across the street. Dont worry. I wont bite. JUST A FEW YARDS AWAY - Stiles keeps searching for Scott. His gaze stops on Dereks 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/SCOTTS 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. SCOTT I said go away. STILES (O.S.) Scott its 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 (CONTD) Let me in, Scott I can help-No. SCOTT

Eyes still burning YELLOW, he keeps himself hidden on the other side of the door.

52. SCOTT (CONT'D) Stiles, you have to find Allison. Take her home-STILES Shes fine. She got a ride. Shes totally fine. SCOTT Stiles, I know who did this. I know who it is. STILES Just let me in and we can talk. SCOTT Its Derek. Derek Hales the werewolf. Hes the one who bit me. Hes the one who killed the girl in the woods. Scott listens. But theres nothing but shocked silence from the other side of the door. Until-STILES Scott... Dereks 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 hes no longer struggling against the transformation. Hes 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

53. 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. Dereks 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. ALLISONS HOUSE - NIGHT Stiless jeep skids to a halt just outside Allisons house. A second later, hes on the steps ringing the bell over and over until the door finally swings open. MRS. ARGENT looks out, confused. STILES Mrs. Argent, Im a friend of Allisons and this is going to sound incredibly crazy so please try to believe me. MRS. ARGENT Hold on. You want Allison? STILES Thats what Im here about. MRS. ARGENT (calling out) Allison, its for you! Stiles opens his mouth to speak again but then stops, utterly shocked to see Allison stepping out from the living room.

54. ALLISON Stiles? Whats up? EXT. WOODS - NIGHT Scott pauses in the woods. Clawed hands resting on the leafcovered 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 hes 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 hes actually seeing is the severed upper half of a wolfs 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 hes seeing, a VOICE breaks the silence. Lycan! VOICE

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. Flank him. LEADER

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, Scotts 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--

55. 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. Run! DEREK

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. Faster! DEREK (CONT'D)

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 HUNTER We lost them. For now. LEADER

2ND HUNTER We werent prepared for two. There could be more. A whole pack. LEADER Then next time well 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 hes now back in HUMAN FORM.

56. 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? DEREK Shes fine. I took her home. SCOTT I dont believe you. He gets up, going after Derek again. Lashing out, Scott tries to hit him with everythings hes 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. DEREK I just saved your life, Scott. Its them you should be afraid of, not me. SCOTT Who were they? DEREK Hunters. The kind who killed my family. The kind who have been hunting us for centuries. SCOTT Us? You mean you. Youre the one who killed that girl in the woods. DEREK You want answers, Scott? Follow me. EXT. WOODS - NIGHT Untying the ropes around the wolfs body, Derek lowers the mutilated animal to the ground, wrapping his jacket around it. Then, very gently, he closes the wolfs 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. Its the SECOND HALF OF THE BODY that the police never found. He glances from her up to the FULL MOON, the source of the bodys transformation.

57. SCOTT Theyre the ones who killed her. The hunters. DEREK And they were using her as bait to catch me. You picked up the scent instead. SCOTT Who is she? But Derek doesnt 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? DEREK Because she was a very powerful werewolf. To shape shift that completely--to transform your entire body--its a gift not all of us have. SCOTT Gift? You call this a gift? DEREK Is it really so bad, Scott? That you can see better, hear more clearly and move faster than any human could ever hope? Dont you get thats why they hunt us? Were not killers. But we are predators. Just like mankind is a predator. The difference is that weve embraced our animal nature, not rejected it. The bite is a gift. SCOTT I dont want it. DEREK But you will. And youre going to need me if you want to learn to control it. You and me, Scott. Were brothers now.

58. 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 Stiless jeep pulls up next to him. STILES Scott? Are you okay? Ive 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. SCOTT You were right Stiles. About all of it. STILES (still processing all hes been told) But why you? Why did he do it to you? SCOTT I dont know. And Im not sure I want to. (thinking for a moment) The funny thing is you know what worries me most? Allison. STILES

SCOTT (nodding) She probably hates me now. STILES I 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--youre a freaking werewolf! (off his look) Okay, bad idea. (MORE)

59. STILES (CONT'D) Well get through this, okay? If I have to, Ill 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. ALLISONS 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. ALLISON Does this mean I have to keep him? SCOTT Him, no. Me? Yes. ALLISON Youre not off the hook. Are you going to tell me what happened last night? SCOTT Eventually. For now could you find it in your heart to just trust me? ALLISON Am I going to regret this? Probably. SCOTT

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? ALLISON Definitely yes.

60. Scott steps closer. She throws him a shy smile, but takes a step closer as well. Then, just as it looks like theyre about to kiss-A car ENGINE stops him. An AUDI turns into the driveway. ALLISON (CONT'D) Thats my Dad. SCOTT I better go. Scott heads back to his bike as the door of the Audi opens. Hi, Dad. ALLISON

Scott pauses, head tilting up with an intake of breath. Hes caught a familiar scent... Glancing back, he sees Allisons father. The face is instantly recognizable. Its 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