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It's just a straight-forward robbery-homicide.

He was bludgeoned to death and stuffed in a high school air duct.

The Ghost Riders, the Wild Hunt.

I've never heard of it doing anything to anyone's memory.

What the hell is a Stiles?

I know that someone chained me up

and I think they wanted me to stay human.

What if we're all missing the same person?

He was sitting right there.

I think I loved him.

Power. The ability to control things.

This metal has no power.

It's small, weak, insignificant.

Is there anything we can do to change that?

Corey, what you got?

We can add electricity.

Exactly.

We turn this metal rod...

into a magnet.

Now it has power.

Now it has influence...

over others.

Are, are you okay, Mr. Douglas?

Just a little cough.

Where were we? Um...

Right, now we have electricity,

and a little bit of power.

Let's add a little more.

After all, the greater the power, the greater the control.

Imagine how powerful this rod could become with boundless electricity.

Say, from a lightning bolt?

What else could we control?

Mr. Douglas?

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Where is it?

Who took all of her stuff?

What's wrong, Gwen?

- Someone stole all of her stuff. - Whose stuff?

Phoebe. My sister.

She's been on your team for two years.

I don't remember her.

You don't remember her?

The school doesn't remember her.

No one remembers her.

Stile, an arrangement of steps

that allows people, but not animals, to climb over a fence.

Yeah, somehow I don't think these are the stiles we're looking for.

Maybe Malia's found something.

No. She's been taking a make-up test all morning.

You have 20 minutes left.

Just try and relax.

Relax?

Breathe in and feel yourself relaxing.

Malia.

You need to calm your breathing.

Maybe try some positive self-talk.

I'm positive I don't want to be here.

Remember, school is a safe space.

Let's breathe together. Just one deep breath.

Little deeper.

A little deeper.

I guess the test isn't going well.

Deep breaths, Natalie.

Deep breaths.

Malia. It's okay. You're safe.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I think she's calming down.

Maybe you should growl back?

Scott, you're the Alpha.

Can't you just make her a little more docile?

She's not the problem. We are.

This is her territory.

Maybe we need to get out of here.

Yeah, come on, come on.

Malia came here to get through the full moons.

Then we started using the lake house.

I thought you said a wild animal got in the lake house.

Just be happy about all the things I don't tell you.

It's all right. I'm okay.

It's all right.

Any idea what made her shift?

She's under a lot of pressure.

School, her life after graduation.

Her mom trying to kill her.

That shouldn't make her shift.

Could it be connected to Stiles?

Hard to tell since we don't know what a "Stiles" is.

It's a "he."

- Who? - Stiles.

It's a family nickname.

I never used it but, uh, my father did.

- Thanks, honey. - Mmm-hmm.

He was an Army engineer.

Ended the war one bridge at a time.

And he went by "Stiles."

So, what's this got to do with the Wild Hunt?

We think that somebody was taken from us.

Any idea who?

Uh, the Ghost Riders would have erased our memories.

Well, now, that's convenient.

We found a clue.

The word "Stiles."

And that's why you wanna talk to Elias?

Mm, yeah, maybe he can help us figure it out.

Maybe he knows who we're lookin' for.

Now this is someone your age?

Yeah. I...

I think he was my friend.

Maybe he was my best friend.

I can guarantee you, my father can't help you.

Couldn't we try?

Scott, he lives in a nursing home three towns over.

Hasn't had a visitor in years.

The following stops have been canceled.

The following stops have been canceled.

Can I use your bathroom?

Sure.

Why are you here?

Is there something you wanna tell me?

What stop has been canceled?

Lydia?

Did you find it? The last door on the left.

- Found it. - You're not hearing me.

Trust me, you don't wanna talk to him.

We just need a few minutes.

Scott, my father can't help you.

Just a few questions. Five minutes.

You know, what? You don't just "talk" to this guy.

Okay?

- Find another way. - But, what if this is the only way?

Scott, you have your answer.

- Sheriff, please. - Scott.

The answer's no.

Good morning.

You know, normal people knock?

Something tells me you're not here just to make me coffee.

I need your help.

There's a body in your morgue and it needs examining,

And you can only sneak into kitchens?

Actually, I, I wanted your expertise on something.

What are you lookin' for?

Anything.

Anything to prove that Phoebe's real.

Hey,

I believe you.

No, you don't.

That was hers, wasn't it?

What happened?

We just went to bed like any other normal night.

I got up to get some water, and I thought I saw this man

standing in our front yard.

When I looked again, there was no one there.

But this morning, my sister was gone.

And her room, it was completely empty.

I can't reach my mom. And I tried to call Phoebe's phone

but the line's been disconnected.

And no one believes that she exists.

The cops, the school, they're all saying that there's no record of her.

And everyone's looking at me like I'm crazy.

I made this for Phoebe for her birthday.

Mom forgot to buy her anything,

she travels so much.

This is the only thing I have left.

The man in your yard.

What did he look like?

He had a black hat, a long coat...

Uh, couldn't see his face.

Shh.

He's called a Ghost Rider.

They take people and you don't even know it

because they've erased your memories.

If you see them, according to the mythology,

you're next.

Gwen?

Do you think I'm stupid?

Gwen, I'm trying to help you. I...

Is this just all a big joke to you?

I don't believe in ghosts, and I don't like being made fun of.

I'm gonna go with head trauma as the cause of death.

The skull wasn't just broken.

Look here.

Those are teeth marks.

A werewolf?

A werewolf with an unusually powerful set of jaws.

Capable of biting through a human skull?

Skulls.

This isn't his first victim.

Stilinski said no, didn't he?

Yeah.

- But we're going anyway? - Yep.

Or you could stay here and help me convince Gwen she's in danger.

It's not your job to convince her.

It's your job to keep her safe.

Just kidnap her.

Do not kidnap her.

We'll be back tonight after we talk to Stilinski's dad.

Do we really have to do this?

He's our only lead.

Okay. What if the Ghost Riders show up?

Then you'll handle it, Liam.

And look, you're not alone.

You've got Mason and Corey and Hayden.

Okay? Just find a safe place for Gwen and keep her there.

Any suggestions?

It doesn't matter as long as she's safe.

Kidnap her.

Do not kidnap her.

Until we find a safe place for Gwen,

we need to know her location at all times.

Okay, that's great while we're at school,

but what happens after that?

She could go anywhere.

Hayden could ask her.

We don't have to.

I know where she'll be tonight.

Nathan's party.

I mean, she's been asking everybody in school about Phoebe.

I'm sure she'll do the same tonight.

We can't keep her safe at Nathan's.

We need a place where supernaturals can't get in.

I know a place.

The safest place.

I can't believe we're about to break into a nursing home.

After the orderlies at Eichen House,

pretty sure we can handle some nurses.

I gotta go. There's somebody...

I gotta go.

thing over there that we were gonna...

Oh! Mother of...

Yes?

Oh.

Is it time for my medicine?

We don't have your medicine.

Oh...

Are you Elias Stilinski?

I am.

I'm Lydia Martin.

Do you know who I am?

Should I?

Hey, Mr. Stilinski,

we're looking for somebody who might be named Stiles.

You went by that name in the Army, right?

Yes.

Best years of my life.

Do you know any of us?

Of course I do.

How could I forget my own son?

Your son?

Mr. Stilinski.

What year is it?

1976.

It's my son's birthday next week.

He has dementia.

Is it time for my medicine?

Hey. Not there.

Oh!

You stole my party.

What, are you gonna steal lacrosse captain, too?

I didn't think you'd be mad.

- How'd you think I'd take it? - In hundreds?

Whoo!

I'm starting to think this wasn't a good idea.

Scott told us to do whatever it takes to keep Gwen safe.

Now what if Melissa shows up?

She already doesn't like me.

She's got the night shift. She won't be home until 4:00 AM

and we'll have this place cleaned up way before then.

Scott told us to protect Gwen.

And putting her in a house lined with Mountain Ash,

is a good plan.

Believe in the plan.

Scott McCall?

No, no, no, no, no, no. You're my son.

Keep it down, old guy.

You'll wake the other old people.

I don't like her.

Your son.

He's the Sheriff of Beacon Hills.

Sheriff?

No, no, no, no, no. No, no. I was in the Army.

Use your claws, Scott.

It could kill him.

I get that, but we're running out of time.

I can't.

Hey!

No. We're not hurting him.

Young lady, you need to clip those nails.

Made you this.

Uh... You know alcohol doesn't work on us, right?

What?

Yeah. Our bodies heal too quickly and we can't...

- You know. - You're kidding me, right?

It's not that bad.

Have you seen Gwen?

Over there.

Talking to everyone but me.

Hey, you know what?

If the Ghost Riders don't come tonight,

this will be our first okay date.

And someday, we will do a whole lot better than "okay."

Mmm!

I better go.

You shouldn't be here.

If you don't leave,

I'll have to report you.

What's wrong with him?

The sun went down.

So?

He's sundowning.

It's when dementia patients lose their faculties after the sun goes down.

I don't want to talk to you anymore!

So what do we do?

We wait till the sun comes back up.

- We can't wait that long. - No. No, no!

There's gotta be something we could do to keep him quiet.

Leave, leave, leave, leave.

I can calm him down.

- No. - No.

Elias. Look at the equations.

Look.

It's binomial probability. What's "P"?

Um, probability of success?

- Right. - Uh...

And that means N minus K is?

Uh, number of trials minus the number of successes.

What's with the math?

It helps dementia patients concentrate.

And this one?

That's, um...

Conditional probability.

Let's find the moment of inertia.

Elias.

That's Mr. Stilinski.

Just who the hell do you think you are?

Hey, what's wrong?

I just keep thinking we forgot something.

No. We haven't. Look, Liam's watching the back door

and Hayden's upstairs with Gwen.

If the Ghost Riders get in, I don't know if...

If, if what?

If I can fight like Liam.

Look, no one doubts you.

Not Liam. Not Hayden.

And not me. Okay?

Come on, we got this.

Come on.

Whoa!

You know Scott isn't your son?

Of course I know that.

Are brains getting smaller with the skirts?

Malia. It's okay.

So you're that McCall kid.

You know me?

I know your dad.

Couldn't hold his liquor and he certainly

couldn't keep that wedding ring on his finger.

Pretty young thing would walk by and poof,

that ring just disappeared like magic.

Do you know all of us?

Oh...

You're Natalie Martin's girl. Am I right?

You look like her.

She was pretty once, too.

Stop talking.

Hey, Malia.

And she also liked to talk like

she was the smartest person in the room.

Malia!

Enough.

Sheriff, we...

I explicitly told you not to come here.

And who attacked a staff member?

That's her.

- What the hell were you thinking? - Noah.

We were just having a nice conversation.

The three of you. Out.

Now.

Noah.

That's right!

Act like I'm not even here.

Go crawling back to your dead wife and your loser son!

What did you say?

Is it time for my medicine?

Sounded like it was right above us.

I think it was.

What is that?

Oh, my God!

- What's wrong? - I saw him.

He's right there.

Don't you see him?

Help me please!

Wait. Slow down.

Liam, it's a Ghost Rider.

- Where? - Headed for the kitchen.

Right there.

Everybody out. Now!

Denise Novak. Found at a campsite,

the back of her head cracked open.

The size and bite pattern appear to match.

Seems fair to assume that whoever took a bite out of Denise

did the same to Mazzara.

It's odd. Even for Beacon Hills.

Why bite off the back of someone's head and not take anything?

Well, something was taken from Denise.

Pineal gland.

Her pineal gland?

That's right in the center of the brain.

Was anything missing from Mazzara's brain?

The report doesn't say.

But there's one way to know for sure.

We can't let him get through.

Guys, he's breaking through.

Okay. We're leaving right now.

Stop!

Go back inside?

Yes.

Now.

Help me!

The coroner found damage to

both of Mazzara's cerebral hemispheres,

but assumed that it was sustained from the wound.

Hold this.

Okay.

Wow.

Mazzara's pineal gland is missing.

Freeze!

Let her go!

Shoot him, Parrish.

Everyone down, now.

On your knees.

On your knees.

We know this looks bad.

It doesn't look bad, Scott. It is bad.

You broke into a nursing home, you harassed a dementia patient,

and you beat up a nurse.

This could affect the rest of your lives.

Especially you, Malia.

They're talking felony assault.

I didn't beat him up. I could have. But I chose not to.

That's an improvement.

By some miracle the nurse decided to drop the charges.

They're free to go.

Just because you're not going to jail,

doesn't mean you're not grounded for eternity.

You've had a long day, Sheriff. You ready?

All I want is for this day to end.

Well, let me take you away from all this.

Crime, mayhem, those kids.

Those kids did a dumb thing.

But their heart's in the right place.

Hmm. Yeah.

You ever have second thoughts?

Us not having kids?

Not once.

- Let's get out of here. - All right.

Okay.

You said to find a safe place.

So we brought the party here.

Who said to throw a party at all?

At least we saved Gwen.

But you saw one of the Ghost Riders.

Corey made him visible so we could fight him.

All right, but doesn't the book say that

if you see the Wild Hunt you'll be taken too?

Everyone at the party saw him.

Does that mean that...

They're all gonna be taken.

I should have been here.

Looks like a hell of a party.

Yeah. Uh...

Hopefully I can get it all cleaned

before my mom comes home.

I'll help.

Hey, Sheriff. I'm really sorry.

I'm really sorry. We never should have gone there to see your father.

No, no, it's... It's okay.

I should have been clearer about who he is.

And maybe a part of me just didn't want to have to, um, admit it.

This is my dad, Scott.

He pushed me through a glass table going after my mom.

There's still tiny pieces of glass in there.

The doctor told my mother that

they'd probably be in there for the rest of my life,

workin' their way out.

Small price to pay to keep him away from her.

That time.

You know, something you said has just been bugging me all day.

Somethin' about memories.

What do you mean?

Have you ever had a dream

that's, that's so real

that you thought it was a memory?

Okay, in this dream, I'm lying in bed with Claudia.

It's a couple of weeks before we graduate from college

and we're talking about the future and kids and what we'll call them.

And I tell her that if we have a son,

I want to name him after her father.

And she laughs at me and she says,

"Why would you want to saddle some poor kid with a name like that?"

And I told her,

"Because he's a great father,

kind of father I wish I had,

the kind I... I hoped to be."

At that point in the dream she smiles, kisses me,

and says, "Okay, we'll name him that,

but it won't matter.

He'll just be called Stiles anyway."

It's the size of a pea.

Why kill for it?

The pineal gland is believed to be the seat of the soul.

A conduit to express our souls through physical actions.

So someone or something

is biting open heads to what? Steal souls?

Looks that way.

But the real question is why?

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