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Previously on Teen Wolf...

GERARD: Deputy, it's time you and your alter ego,

had a proper introduction.

Whoever's lurking inside the Beast is wearing a size 10

with Parrish's blood on the sole.

Are you saying that thing's going to be out there tonight?

MASON: I'm saying... People are going to die.

Did you find what you were looking for?

THEO: No.

But I found something that would answer the question.

DEUCALION: Who is the Beast? (ROARING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(EXPLOSIONS)

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(BOTH PANTING)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(GRUNTING)

SEBASTIEN: "Dear Marie-Jeanne,

"I wish I had better news to report.

"But even with the support of our Indian allies,

"we are losing this war to the British.

"We have heard news that Montreal has fallen.

"Marcel and I has both suffered injuries.

"All that keeps us alive is the hope of seeing our home again,

"and of seeing you, my sister."

(RAIN POURING)

(THUNDER CRACKLING)

(PANTING)

(MARCEL GROANING)

(DOGS BARKING)

You can't be here.

(THUNDER CRACKLING)

You don't understand.

You've come to the wrong place to hide.

Quiet.

COLETTE: There's something out there.

Something other than the British soldiers.

What do you mean other?

A creature of the night.

Don't listen to her.

A shapeshifter.

A demon.

What kind?

Sebastien...

What kind of demon?

A Demon-Wolf.

(THUNDER CRACKLING)

(GROWLING) (LOUD FOOTSTEPS)

(ROARS)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMS)

(SHOUTING) Open the door!

(SCREAMING)

For God's sake, open the door!

Please!

Open!

Help!

(ROARING) (SCREAMING)

GERARD: That letter would eventually find its way

into the hands of a young woman.

A skilled hunter who would later face the Beast

armed with nothing but a steel-tipped pike.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

GERARD: She would be known by history as the Maid of Gevaudan.

But her real name was Marie-Jeanne.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

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Maybe someone should resurrect her.

Don't leave.

My dreams aren't like yours, Lydia.

I'm not just a harbinger of death.

I'm the cause of it.

Jordan... Let him go.

Why?

Because as much as we believe Parrish could take on the Beast...

(INHALES DEEPLY)

neither of us think he's our only hope at stopping it.

What do you mean?

We think there's another.

You.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING) (HAYDEN GASPS)

(BEAST ROARING)

Come on, come on.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

The desk, the desk!

(LIAM SCREAMING)

STILES: Okay, okay.

Liam. (GRUNTING) I'm okay. I'm fine.

(PANTING)

(GASPS)

What? Is it bad?

No. STILES: Very.

- HAYDEN: Okay. Okay. - (COUGHING)

What do you guys usually do when this happens?

Oh, I usually pass out.

And I think I still might do that.

Stiles!

Okay, okay.

STILES: Okay.

Scott did this with pain.

He could trigger it.

Pain makes you human.

He's already in pain.

Right, okay, but maybe adding a little more

could help take away the pain.

(GROANING)

Take away his pain.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Next time I'll kiss him.

(CHUCKLES)

Marie-Jeanne was a lot like you, Lydia.

Skeptical of her own abilities.

And once, actually, just as skeptical of the supernatural.

(OPENS DOOR)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(LAUGHING)

(BOLT WHIZZES)

Merci, Marie-Jeanne.

Don't give up hope.

BERNARD: Her name was Agnes.

She was eleven-years-old.

Eleven.

Torn limb from limb.

There wasn't enough of her left for a proper burial.

I am well aware.

TOLBERT: I'm also aware that every new report

conflicts with the last.

Some say it is part hyena, part wolf.

It has red fur, black fur,

cloven hooves, a stripe down its back.

We know it kills at night.

It targets the head and neck.

This we know for sure.

It won't stop.

Where the wolf finds a lamb, there he seeks another.

But it never eats its victims. It kills for sport.

No animal kills for sport.

This is no animal.

Tell that to the King.

I have word he may send a contingent of his own professional hunters.

Until then, we can use volunteers for a hunting party.

Especially, someone to lead it.

SEBASTIEN: Why ask for a volunteer?

We all know who the best hunter is in Gevaudan.

Marie-Jeanne Valet.

My sister.

Bastard! (CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS)

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Good to have you back, Marcel.

Don't worry, my friend.

You still have a job. (CHUCKLES)

I am not going to argue with your brother, Marie-Jeanne.

What do you say?

ALL: (CHANTING) Marie-Jeanne! Marie-Jeanne!

SEBASTIEN: Well?

Will you heed their call?

I hunt animals. Not rumors.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(PEOPLE GASPING)

Emile?

(LABORED BREATHING)

Emile?

Mon Dieu, my son.

(SHAKILY) Emile.

(SOBBING) HENRI: I found him in the woods.

He whispered his last words to me.

What were they?

La Bete.

The Beast.

Monsieur Tolbert,

I do not know what creature did this.

But the hunting party leaves at dawn.

(GROWLING)

(ROARING)

(GROWLING)

Why didn't he warn her?

He told her about everything that they'd seen during the war.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

But like I said,

Marie-Jeanne was a skeptic.

You believe it?

I never knew you were so superstitious.

I don't need to believe in something I saw with my own eyes.

And I've been through every inch of these woods

and hunted just about every creature under the sun.

But not the moon.

Are you trying to frighten me?

I'm trying to warn you.

You're gonna need more than ordinary steel to stop the Beast.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

GERARD: They searched from dawn till dusk,

hoping to find the Beast where it slept.

But they knew they'd most likely only encounter it at nightfall.

It was just after midnight when the first torch went out.

(BEAST ROARING) (MAN SCREAMS)

(BEAST ROARS) (MAN SCREAMS)

(BEAST ROARS) (MAN SCREAMS)

(BEAST BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BEAST ROARS) (MAN SCREAMS)

(BOLT WHIZZES)

(BEAST BREATHING HEAVILY) (HEAVY FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(BOLT WHIZZES) (BEAST ROARS)

(MAN SCREAMS)

(BEAST ROARS) (MAN SCREAMS)

(BEAST GROWLING)

(BOLT WHIZZES) (ROARS)

(SCREAMS)

(BEAST ROARING) (KNIFE SWISHES)

(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(MARIE-JEANNE PANTING)

(GROANS)

(BEAST ROARING)

Get down!

(ROARING)

That... That was no wolf!

Of course not, you fool.

It was a werewolf.

(GROANS) Where's Stiles?

Look at me!

- Do you know who Stiles is? - I don't know.

(CLATTERING) (GASPS)

Braeden, it's me.

I'm at the school and we need you.

Bring your shotgun.

Bring all your shotguns.

(STUDENTS SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

(HEART POUNDING)

(BANGS) (BEAST ROARS)

Go. Go out the window!

Go!

(BANGING ON DOOR) (YELLS) Go!

(ROARING CONTINUES)

(SCREAMING)

Lydia?

(PANTING)

Something's happening.

Now?

I don't know.

But something's wrong.

I can't stay here.

You should hear the rest of the story.

Why should I be listening to you?

CHRIS: He knows it better than any of us.

Everything I've read says that the Beast was killed by Jean Chastel.

Who told you that?

The Internet?

If that's your most reliable source of information,

then you might as well go.

What happened next?

GERARD: Henri brought Marie-Jeanne to his home.

A place protected by a circle of Mountain Ash trees.

(FIREWOOD CRACKLING)

What is this?

Mountain Ash.

And that?

Mistletoe.

Please, put that down.

Why do you have all of this?

To protect myself.

I have spent, (INHALES SHARPLY)

half a lifetime

gathering the implements and skills to survive a werewolf.

I can teach you if you want to know.

(SIGHS)

I do not care about surviving one.

I want to know how to kill one.

(PANTING)

(BEAST GROWLING)

(BEAST ROARING)

(SOFTLY) Go upstairs!

(BEAST ROARING)

(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(BEAST BREATHING HEAVILY)

(ROARING)

(ROARING)

Marie-Jeanne knew she couldn't just take out

another hunting party

armed with mistletoe and Rowan berries.

She needed an advantage. She needed to know her enemy.

MARIE-JEANNE: To honor the dead.

I expect everyone to drink.

(INHALES)

To the dead.

ALL: To the dead!

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Marcel.

MARIE-JEANNE: I have got him.

Come, Marcel. Out to the well.

Do you have any cloth?

Something to wrap your hand?

Yes.

In the cellar.

You'll find what you're looking for

in the cellar.

(CREAKING)

(GASPING)

Go ahead.

Release the arrow.

Do it, Marie-Jeanne.

Go ahead. Let the arrow fly.

Release it, Marie-Jeanne.

Please.

(MARIE-JEANNE GASPS)

Release me. (BOLT WHIZZES)

You're not the killer.

You're covering for him.

(COUGHING)

(GASPING)

(SCREAMS AND ROARS)

Marie-Jeanne confronted her brother

the moment she walked back into the Tavern.

You have killed children.

(SIGHS)

I kill whatever dares to cross my path.

Why?

It's what I am.

What I've become.

You've heard the old story of what happens

when you drink rainwater from the paw print of a wolf.

(GRUNTS)

SEBASTIEN: You become the Demon-Wolf.

(ROARING)

(THUNDER CRACKLING)

(THUNDER CRACKLING)

(INAUDIBLE SCREAMING)

Go.

Go ahead.

Tell them it's me.

Then watch me tear them apart in a matter of moments.

Every last soul in this place.

You're a monster.

Beast, Marie-Jeanne.

The Beast.

You won't catch me.

And you won't kill me.

(WHISPERS) We're family, Marie-Jeanne.

We're family.

GERARD: The skeptic became a full believer that night.

So Marie-Jeanne went back to Henri

to figure out how to kill both a Beast and a brother.

(EXHALES)

One bolt may not be enough.

We need something that cuts deeper.

A sword?

An axe?

Something that uses the weight of the Beast against itself.

I think I may have a possibility.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(BEAST ROARING)

(GROANING)

(GASPS)

(BEAST ROARING) (SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

(ROARING)

(BOTH ROARING)

(CLATTERING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(BEAST BREATHING HEAVILY) (HEAVY FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(BEAST ROARING)

(SCREAMING)

(ROARING)

(SHOTGUN PUMPING AND FIRING)

(GROWLS)

(FIRING CONTINUES) (ROARING)

(GROANS)

(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(GRUNTING)

You didn't seriously think you were gonna have a chance

against that thing, did you?

(PANTING)

No.

But I got its scent.

(BEAST ROARS)

GERARD: Marie-Jeanne hunted Sebastien for three years

until she finally cornered him in 1767.

(GROANS)

Nowhere left to run, sister.

(GROWLING)

(ROARING)

(SCREAMING)

(ROARING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BLOOD DRIPPING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(GROANING)

(GROANS)

(CHUCKLES)

You think this minor injury will stop me?

I'm the famous and feared Beast of Gevaudan.

And when I'm done killing,

everyone will know.

I will have done such horrors,

and all of history will remember my name.

No one will remember.

Damnatio Memoriae?

You would have them take my name?

(SCREAMS) Our name?

(CHOKING)

What? What is this?

(GASPING)

No ordinary steel.

Wolfsbane and Mountain Ash,

forged with our blood

under the light of a full moon.

History might remember you, Sebastien.

But only as a Beast.

(GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

LYDIA: Damnatio Memoriae.

CHRIS: They erased every detail of him.

Everything he signed, everything he owned.

They burned it all.

(FIREWOOD CRACKLING)

GERARD: The name Sebastien Valet has been forgotten

for over 150 years,

but when it's remembered...

When the Beast remembers, the teenager inside is forgotten.

Gone. Forever.

But Marie-Jeanne didn't do it alone.

She was never alone.

She had help from Henri,

the Magistrate,

the town,

even Marcel.

We need Parrish.

I'm going to go find him.

Lydia, he's dangerous.

He's still a shapeshifter.

And one who's just beginning to understand his power.

And I'm not?

You're not the same.

You access the supernatural. It works through you.

But it doesn't control you.

How would you know?

Why do you care?

Why are you suddenly on our side?

Because it's my name as well.

GERARD: Marie-Jeanne never left Henri

after the death of her brother.

And their relationship become more than a partnership.

They married and she took his name.

Argent.

Marie-Jeanne

was the first hunter.

Our name will be remembered as well, Lydia.

For killing the Beast.

But I'm not an Argent.

And I'm not Allison.

LIAM: Scott, wait. (PANTING)

You're hurt.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

You gotta slow down.

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTING)

Scott?

What are you doing to my car?

It's you.

What?

Liam, what's he talking about?

Liam?

Corey, wait!

Corey, wait!

(GRUNTS)

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