All language subtitles for Teen Wolf - 02x02 - Shape Shifted.ssv

Previously on Teen Wolf...

-I swear I won't see him again.
-Never again.

They'll be gone an hour.

-What's happening?
-Body's fighting the bite.

I don't suppose I can assume
you'd call me Grandpa.

Need a hand?

What do you think she's gonna
do with a set of real claws?

We kill them. We kill them all.

-What are they doing?
-Declaring war.

Um...

So far it's an A in French
and a B minus in econ.

Mmm.

What about chemistry?

I'm not sure.

Midterms are in a few
days so it could go up.

Well, what's it at now?

-The grade?
-Yeah.

I'm not sure.

But you just said it could go up.

I just... I meant generally.

You wouldn't be lying to me,
would you, lsaac?

-No.
-Then tell me your grade.

I just told you, I don't know.

You wanna take this little
conversation downstairs?

No?

Then tell me the grade, son.

Dad, this semester's
only half over.

-lsaac?
-There's plenty of time...

Isaac.

It's... It's a D.

All right.

It's a D.

I'm not angry.

You know I'm gonna have to find
a way to punish you though.

You know, now I have my
responsibility as a parent.

So we'll start with
something simple, like...

Tell you what, you do the dishes
and clean up the kitchen, okay?

Yeah.

Good.

Because I'd really like to
see this place spotless.

Know what I'm saying? You know?

I mean this entire kitchen.

Yeah!

Yeah, absolutely

spotless.

Well, that was your fault.

You could have blinded me.

Shut up!

It's a scratch!

It's hardly even...

Isaac.

Isaac!

Freaks.

Isaac!

Isaac!

Isaac.

Isaac?

Isaac?

Okay, that's enough.

Let's go!

Isaac, grab your bike and let's go!

Isaac?

Holy...

No! No! No!

No!

No! No!

No! No!

The magician is late

I decide to fake my own dreams

I'm lying in the back ofa smashed-up car

With a drum and a guitar beside me

Hey.

-What are you doing?
-Just trying to find you.

-Did anyone see you leave?
-No.

No one, I was careful.

What's wrong?

Is it the full moon tomorrow night?

No. No, it's not that.

I just wanted to ask
you some things.

About your... Your family.

Actually, your grandfather.

Okay, but I don't really know him.

I mean, he's kind of just a guy
who sends a check in the mail

every year for my birthday.

Does he know about me?

About us?

No, my dad hasn't said a thing.

What is it?

Did something else happen?

We just need to be a
lot more careful now.

They're not gonna split us apart.

Not us.

You're sure no one followed you?

Totally, absolutely,
100 million percent sure.

My parents are out, anyways.

-Out?
-Yeah, it's date night.

Can I help you?

Well, I hope so, Principal Thomas.

As a concerned parent,
I was wondering...

How long has it been since
your last performance review?

What?

We were wondering.

Are you aware there's been an alarming drop

in academic achievement and test
scores over the past few semesters?

Excuse me?

It's led the parents of Beacon
Hills to the unfortunate conclusion

that you may no longer be suited to
the position of school principal.

You can't fire me.

True.

But we can torture you.

Derek?

Derek!

What's wrong?

My dad.

I think he's dead.

What did you do?

That's the thing.

It wasn't me.

I'm serious.

It's not like the last full moon.
I don't feel the same.

Oh, does that include the urge
to maim and kill people like me?

I swear I don't have the
urge to maim and kill you.

You know, you say that now,

but then the full moon goes up and
out come the fangs and the claws

and there's a lot of howling and
screaming and running everywhere, okay?

And it's very stressful on me,
and so yes, I'm still locking you up.

Okay, fine. But I do think
I'm in more control now.

Especially since things
are good with Allison.

Okay, I'm aware of how good
things are with Allison.

-They're really good.
-l... Thank you, I know.

I mean, like, really good.

All right, I get it!
Just please shut the hell up

before I have the urge
to maim and kill myself.

All right, did you get something
better than handcuffs this time?

Yeah, much better.

Part of me wants to ask.

The other part says knowing
will be more disturbing

than anything I could ever imagine.

So... I'm gonna walk away.

That's good. That's a
wise choice, Coach.

You okay?

Scott.

There's another.
In here, right now.

Another what?

Another werewolf.

You really don't remember anything?

They called it a fugue state,
which is basically a way of saying,

"We have no idea why
you can't remember

"running through the woods
naked for two days."

But personally, I don't care.

I lost nine pounds.

-Are you ready for this?
-Please.

It's not like my
aunt's a serial killer.

Maybe it's the nine pounds.

It was kind of like a scent,
but I couldn't tell who it was.

What if you can get him one-on-one?

Would that help?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

I think I got an idea.

You need a digital camera?

Yeah.

Something that can
record in low light.

All night long.

What are you recording?

Something in low light. All night long.
Do you have the camera or not?

You have 100 bucks?

I drive a Porsche.
What do you think?

I think your parents
have 100 bucks.

Just get me the camera.

I told Coach you're switching
with Danny for the day.

But I hate playing goal.

Remember when I said I had an idea?

-This is the idea.
-Oh.

There we go.

What's the idea?

I seriously don't understand how
you survive without me sometimes.

Let's go! Line it up!

Faster!

Make daddy proud.

Here we go.

Let me help you up.

-McCall!
-Yeah.

Usually the goalie

stays somewhere within the
vicinity of the actual goal.

Yes, coach.

Okay, let's try it again.

What the hell, man?

My bad, dude.

McCall!

The position's goal keeper.
Not goal abandoner.

Sorry, coach.

Let's go!

Stilinski, what the hell
is wrong with your friend?

He's failing two classes.
He's a little socially awkward,

and if you look close enough,
his jaw line's kind of uneven.

That's interesting.

Let's fire it up.

It's Armani.

Huh?

My aftershave. Armani.

Oh.

It's nice.

McCall!

You come out of that goal one more time and
you'll be doing suicide runs till you die.

It'll be the first ever suicide run
that actually ends in a suicide.

-Got it?
-Yes, coach.

Yeah.

Coach, my shoulder's hurting.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna
sit this one out.

Don't tell them.

Please don't tell them.

His father's dead.

They think he was murdered.

-Come on.
-Are they saying he's a suspect?

I'm not sure, why?

Because they can lock him in
a holding cell for 24 hours.

Like, overnight?

During the full moon.

How good are these holding
cells at holding people?

People, good. Werewolves,
probably not that good.

Stiles, remember when I said I don't
have the urge to maim and kill?

Yeah.

He does.

Why would Derek choose lsaac?

Peter told me that if the bite
doesn't turn you it could kill you.

And maybe teenagers have a
better chance of surviving.

Does being a teenager mean
your dad can't hold him?

Well, not unless they have
solid evidence. Or a witness.

Wait.

Danny.

Where's Jackson?

In the principal's office
talking to your dad.

What? Why?

Maybe because he lives
across the street from lsaac.

-Witness.
-We gotta get to the principal's office.

-How?
-Everyone please turn to page 73.

Who in the hell did that?

Wait, so are you telling me that you
knew lsaac's father was hitting him?

Hitting him? He was kicking
the crap out of him.

Did you ever say
anything to anyone?

A teacher, parents, anyone?

Nope. It's not my problem.

No, no, of course not.

You know, it's funny that
the kids getting beaten up

are always the ones
who least deserve it.

Yeah.

Wait, what?

I think we're done here.

Hi, Scott.

Boys.

Come on in.

Scott McCall.

Academically not the
most accomplished,

but I see you have become
quite the star athlete.

Mr. Stilinski.

Oh, perfect grades,
but little to no extracurriculars.

Maybe you should try lacrosse.

-Oh, actually I'm already...
-Hold on.

McCall.

You're the Scott that was
dating my granddaughter.

We were dating, but not anymore.

Not dating, not seeing any of each other
or doing anything with each other at all.

Relax, Scott, you look like you're about
to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth.

-Just a hard breakup.
-Oh, that's too bad.

You seem like a
pretty nice kid to me.

Now listen, guys.
Yes, I am the principal,

but I really don't want you
to think of me as the enemy.

Is that so?

However, this being my first day,
I do need to support my teachers.

So unfortunately, someone is
going to have to take the fall

and stay behind for detention.

It's just... We haven't really
talked since that night, and well...

Jackson, can you, like,
look at me for half a second?

Listen, if you hadn't found me and
carried me back, I could have died.

So, I just...

I wanted to say thank you.

-Lydia, we're not getting back together.
-What?

And just because I kept you from
bleeding out on a field once,

don't expect me to come running
every time you start screaming.

-I never said...
-I'm not responsible for you.

Okay?

But I will give you
one piece of advice.

If I were you,
I'd stay home tonight.

What does that mean?

What's tonight?

It's a full moon.

-Get in.
-Are you serious?

You did that. That's your fault.

I know that.

Now get in the car and help me.

No, I've got a better idea.

I'm gonna call a lawyer.

Because a lawyer might
actually have a chance

at getting him out before the moon goes up.

Not when they do a real search of the house.

-What do you mean?
-Whatever Jackson said to the cops,

what's in the house is worse.

A lot worse.

I'm not interested in whether
they locked up a 16-year-old kid.

I'm interested in what's going
to happen to that 16-year-old

when the moon hits
its peak tonight.

-Do we have proof?
-ls the next step killing him?

The next step is
eliminating the threat.

Do we have proof?

I haven't been in history
class for a while,

but I'm pretty sure straight-up
genocide hasn't worked out too often.

Do we have proof or not?

Not irrefutable.

But not insignificant.

The driver's side door of
Lahey's car was pried off.

Pried off?

Ripped off.

I'm starting to feel a
little weird about this.

No, no, no, no.

What you're feeling is $100 richer.

Give me the camera and go buy
yourself another fancy lens

or light meter or whatever gives
you photography geeks a hard-on.

This doesn't have anything
to do with Allison, does it?

I saw you two at the
dance the other night,

and I kind of figured that you two were,
you know, together.

Aw.

You have a little thing
for Allison, Matt?

A little... A little crush?

No.

You think I'm gonna waste my
time by doing something as

unbelievably ordinary as making a sex tape?

Then what are you doing?

Documenting history.

My history.

And I want to be able
to see it happening.

All of it.

You'll get it back tomorrow.

If lsaac didn't kill
his father, who did?

I don't know yet.

Then how do you know he's telling the truth?

Because I trust my senses.

And it's a combination of them.

Not just your sense of smell.

You saw the lacrosse thing today.

Yeah.

Did it look that bad?

Yeah.

Sorry.

Allison?

Come in. We'd like to talk to you.

I'm supposed to study with Lydia,
I really don't have time to chat.

Actually, that's who we want to
talk to you about, sweetheart.

You wanna learn?

Let's start now.

What's down there?

Motive.

And what am I looking for?

Follow your senses.

What happened down here?

The kind of thing that
leaves an impression.

Open it.

Hey, sorry, Harris literally
just let me out of detention.

Literally. And he had my phone
the whole frickin' time.

Well, we need to do
something right now.

They were asking me all
these questions about Lydia,

and how she was bitten by Peter,
and then they sent this guy out.

Wait, what guy?

He was dressed as a
Sherriff's deputy.

They're sending him to
the station for lsaac.

He was also carrying this box
with something on it, like...

-Like a carving or something.
-What was it?

Hold on, hold on.
It's in one of these books.

I'm taking a picture.

-Did you get it?
-Yeah, wolfsbane.

What does that mean?

It means they're gonna kill him.

This is why he said yes to you.

Everyone wants power.

If we help you,
then you have to stop.

You can't just go around
turning people into werewolves.

I can if they're willing.

Did you tell lsaac about the Argents?
About being hunted?

Yes, and he still asked.

Then he's an idiot.

And you're the idiot
dating Argent's daughter.

Yeah.

I know your little secret.

And if I know, how long do you think
it's gonna take for them to find out?

You saw what happens to an Omega.

With me, you will learn how
to use all of your senses.

With me, you will learn control.

Even on a full moon.

If I'm with you, I lose her.

You're gonna lose her anyway.

You know that.

Wait.

I'm not part of your pack.

But I want him out.

He's my responsibility too.

Why? Because he's one of us?

Because he's innocent.

Hey, did you slow him down?

You could say that.

All right, well, I'm headed
to the station right now.

-Where's Scott?
-lsaac's.

Does he have a plan?

Yeah, but not a very good one.

And unfortunately we don't really have
time to come up with anything better.

Scott?

Are you sure we have to do this?

Yes.

Where?

Please. I don't want to hurt you.

Okay, now the keys to every cell

are in a password protected
lockbox in my father's office.

The problem is getting
past the front desk.

I'll distract her.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...
You? You're not going in there.

I'm taking my hand off.

I was exonerated.

You're still a person of interest.

-An innocent person.
-And... You?

Yeah, right!

Okay, fine. What's your plan?

To distract her.

How?

By punching her in the face?

By talking to her.

Okay, all right. Give me a sample.

What are you gonna open with?

Dead silence. That should work
beautifully. Any other ideas?

I'm thinking about punching you in the face.

Good evening, how can I help you?

-Hi.
-Hi.

I had a question.

Sorry I'm a little... A little thrown.
I wasn't really expecting someone...

Like me?

Oh, I was gonna say
"so incredibly beautiful,"

but, yeah, I guess
that'd be the same thing.

It's done.

-It's locked.
-Go.

-Scott, I can't...
-Just go!

Oh, no.

Whoa.

Just looking...

Allison.

Allison!

Allison!

How did you do that?

I'm the Alpha.

Come on.

Come on!

What the hell was that?

I don't know.

Uh, he did it.

No. No, no, no, no.

Jackson, what is it? What happened?

Nothing happened.

Nothing at all.