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Previously on "Bitten"...

Clayton:
You can't ignore
your grief.

You have to deal
with Philip's death.

But his sister has been
texting me ever since.

Clayton:
I was Bitten
when I was ten.

My family couldn't find me,
and eventually they gave up.

Malcolm hasn't had
any money to speak of,

yet he managed an uprising.

Do you think someone
is backing him?

You, my friend,
are a weasel.

Jeremy, this is a mistake!

You financed the
Mutt uprising.

I'm going to finish now
what I should've finished
in Stonehaven.

Aaaah!

Jeremy!
She isn't here.

Where is Rachel?

I suppose if you kill me
you'll never find out.

Malcolm:
Something came
at me in Rochester.

Clayton:
Is that what
this is about?

You need to
keep me alive.
For what's coming.

Wherever they're taking
Malcolm Danvers,

is where
we're going.

Woman:
What's troublin'
you, Clayton?

Aren't you excited
to see your daddy?

I guess.

He's dyin'
to see you.

He went clear 'round
the world to save
people in Somalia.

Let's give him
a hero's welcome.

What do you say?

(Sigh)

You're always
gonna be my darlin'
little man, Clay.

Now and forever.

Okay?

Okay.

All right,
go on. Play.

Daddy won't be home
for a few hours.

Stay clear
of the hollows.

Those Hog Hunters
out there will shoot
at anything that moves.

( ** )

( ** )

Who are you?

I'm... Clayton.

Pleasure to meet you, sir.

I'm a real hungry
man, Clayton.

I haven't eaten
in days.

So this is what
I'm proposing:

If you run full speed,

it'll take you
I'm guessing, what,

20 minutes to get home?

Do you wanna
ch-chase me?

Tell me,

has your hillbilly mom
ever butchered a pig?

Ah, I thought so.
Well...

that's what
I'm going to do to you.

I'm going to start
with your stomach,

then your lungs...

then your heart...

everything.

I'm going to eat them all up.

Are you scared, boy?

Good.

Adrenaline makes
the meat taste good.

Run, boy.

Run!

( ** )

(Low growling)

(Branch snaps)
(Panting)

(Snarling)

(Snarl, growl)

(Panicked breathing)

Aaah!

Ah !
(Gunshot)

(Hunters shouting
in distance)

( ** )

( ** )

( ** )

Jeremy:
Is Logan still
down there?

Hasn't slept yet.

He won't even take
a break to eat.

Jeremy:
Malcolm still hasn't
said anything?

Nothing. Not a word

about where he's
keeping Rachel.

He's stalling.

Every minute he
doesn't say anything

is another minute that
he gets to breathe.

(Cellphone buzzing)

Is that a problem, Elena?

No.

Keeping him alive

is our best option right now.

We finally have
him in the cage.

I want to kill
him so badly.

As long as there's
the possibility

that Rachel is still alive,

we have to conduct
ourselves as if she is.

What about the
Alpha council?

Either way, this
has to be resolved

before they get back.

If Clay were here,

he'd torture it out of him.

Malcolm isn't swayed by pain,

he enjoys it too much.

Everyone's afraid
of something.

Even the devil.

( ** )

Clayton:
Professor Shayhaus?

I'm Clay Danvers,
I called earlier.

Yes, yes, Dr. Danvers.

What can I do for you?

I was fascinated
by your research
on pagan symbology.

I came across
something recently.

I thought you
could help me.

Happy to help.
Pre-Celtic symbols

don't get the attention
they deserve anymore.

(Ominous **)

Where did you
get this?

It was scrawled
in a house in
Upstate New York.

With what?
What was the medium?

Blood.

I, uh, don't know
what it is.

I have a class
to teach.

Look, it isn't Christian,
Egyptian or African.

I can't seem to find
any reference to it.

It's not pagan, okay?

I c-can't help
you anymore.

But you know
what it is.

What do you know
about witchcraft?

Wicca?
Not Wicca.

This has nothing
to do with Wicca.

This is...
"left-hand path",

malevolent practice.

Look, take my advice,
burn that piece of paper

and forget
you ever saw it.

Or don't.
Whatever you do,
I-I can't get involved.

Just point me in
the right direction.

Zachary, Louisiana.

You know it?
50 miles North.

Find a Miss Yoruba.

She'll know what kind
of witchcraft that is.

I appreciate it.

Dr. Danvers.

Don't go poking
monsters.

It's not a good idea.

Huh!...

I'm not afraid of monsters.

You know, it must've
been real hard...

when Jeremy became
Alpha instead of you.

Must be tough.

Are you going to
psychoanalyze me, Logan?

Go get some sleep.

C'mon.

We have to find her.

Malcolm:
That's right.

How long can a
pregnant woman survive

locked away
in a dark hole?

Alone and frightened.

Without any food or water.

You let me walk from
Stonehaven in one piece,

and you can
have her back.

We will find her.

But on our terms.

Get some rest.

I'm not...

asking you.

Don't be a fool.

There's too much
at stake.

You're not walking
out of here.

Neither are you, if
you don't listen to me.

There's something
coming for us.

Jeremy:
No one knows we exist.

So tell me, what's
coming for us?

You got in the way
before I could find out.

But whoever he is,

he's strong and he won't stop
until he gets what he wants.

This won't save you.

Whatever you're
trying here.

Are you willing
to sacrifice
a werewolf child?

The first born
in a generation
to your Pack.

I've never known you
to negotiate.

What does that
tell you?

It tells me that
you're afraid.

And I'm enjoying that.

( ** )

Hello?

Miss Yoruba?

( ** )

(Chickens cackling)

(Snort)

Are you sure you
want to do this?
Yeah.

(Car door opening)

Jeremy:
It's the right
thing to do.

Thank you for
calling me, Jeremy.

I want to make sure
our bad blood

is under the bridge,
as you say.

We found Malcolm.

Where is his body?
He's in our cage.

He's still alive?

Allow me
to kill him.

Our Packs will be
bound together,

a united front
at the council.

No one will dare
go against us.

Well, we haven't
forgotten

that you backed Malcolm
in the first place.

You spared my life,
of course I...

I defer to you,
Jeremy.

Come inside,
Rodrigo.

( ** )

You've come
to your senses?

As a matter
of fact, I have.

Seems I bet on
the wrong horse.

Time to put it down.

( ** )

(Hollow thudding)

(Hollow thuds)

Malcolm:
Rodrigo, I need to talk
to the Alpha council.

They have
already decided.
They want your head.

This is not about me,
this is about all of us.

Rodrigo:
There is no
"us", Malcolm.

You're finished.

I don't want
you pulling me
down with you.

Rodrigo is here to
see the repercussions
of treachery.

So that it doesn't
happen again.

It won't,
I assure you.

There's a way
to guarantee that.

Is there anything you
want to say before
I kill you, Malcolm?

You always were
an idiot, Rodrigo.

(Flesh ripping)

(Gagging)

There is no cavalry
to save you.

Where is she?

If I tell you,
you will kill me.

If you don't tell me,

I'm going to kill
you right now.

(Eerie mixed whispers)

You won't get
a chance.

They're here.

( ** )

(Continued mixed whispers)

What is that?

I have no idea.
(Electricity crackling)

(Whispers intensify)

( ** )

Mother's voice:
You're always gonna be my
darlin' little man, Clay...

( ** )

(Shotgun cocking)

Doesn't look
like much,

but it sure as shit
ain't open to the public.

A long time ago,
maybe 20 years,
a family lived here.

Yeah, a Marine.

He was over in Somalia.

I let him park
his home here.

Least I could do to
support my country.

Had a wife and kid.

Elle, she was a peach.

And the boy...

Ken or Clem?...
Clay.

That's right.
Wait...
you knew them?

Maybe you have a
number, a relative,

or just a way to
get a hold of them.

Son, the only place
you're going to
find that family

is in the cemetery
at the edge of town.

Elle was attacked
by a wolf.

Elle got killed right
where you're standing.

Th-that brown spot,
that's her blood.

We all went searching,
but we never did
find the boy's body.

And the Marine? Shoot,
he come home that
night from the war,

the whole
family gone.

Didn't take too long
till he took a pistol,

put it in his mouth,

and joined them
in the great beyond.

Who did you say
you was again?

Nobody, I'm nobody.
Thanks.

( ** )

Open this cage
and I'll tell you
where she is.

Tell me!
Open this
door first.

You don't have
her, do you?

Open the
goddamn gate!

We are both
defenceless here!

No.

We're not.

(Bones cracking)
(Yelling)

( ** )

(Continued mixed whispers)

I can't get a bead
on which direction
it's coming from.

It's coming
from everywhere.

Nick, you circle
around from the left,

Elena, you head right.

We'll see if
we can surround
whatever's out there.

Be prepared
for anything.

(Mixed whispers)

( ** )

(Rustling)

( ** )

(Panting)

(Faint cries)

(Squealing)

(Speaking in unknown language)

( ** )

(Gasping in pain)

(Echo of same phrase)

(Screaming)

Nick:
(Continued screams)

( ** )

(Mixed whispers, moans)

(Mixed whispers continue)

(Thuds)

(Marble clattering)

(Clinking)

(Continued screaming)

Hey!
Hey, hey, hey.

(Screaming)
My eyes!

Let me see!

The blood!

It won't stop!

Open your eyes!

(Gasping)

Ah! I can't
see anything!

I can't see!
I can't see!
I'm blind!

Listen to me
for one second.

There's no blood.

There's no
blood, Nick.

Trust me,
there's no blood.

What happened?
(Panting, gasping)

There's a woman
out here...
What?

she did this to me.
(Panting)

Nick, listen to me
very carefully.

Elena is going
to take you back
to the house.

I'm going to find
the woman.

Take him back.
Okay.

Elena:
Follow me. It's okay.

Listen to my voice.
You're okay.

( ** )

(Snarling)

(Growling, snarling)

(Rattling)

( ** )

God...

Okay, listen
to my voice.

(Panting)

Do you feel my hands?
Yes.

Okay. Good.

Do you feel this?

Yeah, yeah.

They're not wet.
There's no blood.

Breathe.

There's no blood.

You're okay.

(Slower panting)

Okay?

This is like
a bad dream.

(Electricity buzzing)

(Birds chirping)

Get any sleep?

I slept standing up.

I'll take the
next watch.

You've been up
for 20 hours,

you should
go to bed.

Jeremy didn't find
a single trace of them.

I don't like how
they just showed up
and then disappeared

like we hallucinated
the whole thing.

Whatever it was,

I think they were trying
to get to Malcolm.

It can't be ghosts, because...

You know I... I don't
believe in ghosts.

Neither do you.

Right?

There was a time
if you told me
werewolves existed,

I would've laughed.

I don't laugh at much anymore.

That's not reassuring.

You're not going
out there?

I don't have a choice.

Philip's sister
is here?

In Bear Valley.

Whatever Philip told her...

Jorge cleaned
everything!

There's nothing that
traces back to you, or us,

or any of Malcolm's associates.

As far as the world
is concerned,

Philip died in
a car accident.

Yeah, but his sister is here.

Do you really want her
driving up to the front door?

Hey, if you see
any strange women
with white eyes,

run them over.

( ** )

Malcolm:
I don't know what
happened out there.

I'm in here.

What happened to your men
in Rochester?

At first I thought
it was you coming at us.

They were human,
except for one thing.

They didn't
feel any pain.

Where's Rachel?

I had her safely
tucked away
before the attack.

After, well...

Let's just say now
I have bigger worries.

There are dark
forces at work.

Forces we never believed
could exist, but they do.

Clayton:
Witchcraft.

I found what you
were looking for.

That woman you killed
had it hidden away.

That symbol
is in here.

She died protecting that book.

You have to
understand them
to fight them.

That book
is the key.

Give it to me.

Tell me where
Rachel is.

( ** )

You'll never survive this.

You saw what they did
to a house full of wolves.

It took no time.

( ** )

Hi.

(Sniffling)

(Clearing throat)

I am so sorry.

I couldn't...

I couldn't bring myself
to come to his funeral.

I've been trying
to figure out where
it all went wrong.

Philip started
acting jealous,

ranting about how
you were part of
some crime family.

At first I thought:
nervous breakdown.

And then he was stabbed
in his own apartment.

Just tell me
straight, Elena.

Did Clay do that?

What?

No, no, Clay would
not do that.

He tried to
protect Philip.

You got my brother
mixed up into
something.

And now he's dead.

( ** )

Philip wasn't having
a nervous breakdown.

When he had
his accident,

he was racing to
the airport to meet me.

We were going to fly
to France together.

There were some very
bad people after me.

You're a
photographer,
Elena.

You're not
a mobster.

It's because
of my family.

There is a
darkness there.

Death, and...
and murder.

And I was
a part of it.

I tried to run.

I tried to start
a new life.

And your
brother, you,

your entire family
were my lifeline.

He was going to save
me from my past.

He couldn't.

Because it came
and found me.

You should've gone
to the police, Elena.

No. Listen
to me.

In the end, Philip understood
he couldn't do that,

it wasn't possible.

It's why we
decided to run.

I have spent the
last week lashing out

at everything around me,

trying to find someone
to blame for his death.

And I figured out
who's responsible.

It's me.

It is my fault.

I could not do
the one thing

that would've
saved his life.

I couldn't leave him.

If I'd just
left him,

he'd have a
broken heart

but he would
still be alive.

Philip wasn't
prepared for the evil

that came
into his life...

Me.

Did you ever
really love him?

I thought I did.

It wasn't enough.
I'm sorry.

I don't know you.
Diane...

I don't want
to know you.
Diane...

Don't worry,
I'm not going to
go to the police.

What the hell would
I tell them, anyway?

My best friend
was a criminal.

What kind? I don't
know, she won't say.

You have every
right to hate me.

(Sniffling)

So much hurt.

For what?

Money? Power?

What is it you
people fight for?

Right now...
revenge.

(Footsteps departing)

Don't ever contact me
or my family again.

And I'll return the favour.

( ** )

Are you telling me
we're going to
summon these things

with orange pekoe?
You're shitting me.

Clayton:
Why hide the book
if these spells aren't real?

Veni ad me,
in nomine lunae.

Maybe we should've
used chamomile.

(Mixed whispers; rumbling)

(Loud clattering)

( ** )

( ** )

I wouldn't do
that, big guy.

Clay...
Trust me,
I wouldn't.

Woman:
Well, you obviously
know that we are witches.

And we know that
you are werewolves.

Let's get that out of
the way so we can begin.

Can't believe we
summoned witches.

Woman:
You didn't summon us.

We came because
it's time to talk.

Oh, and you left your
front door unlocked.

We heard you in there:
"veni ad me".

It's too bad that we
know way more about you

than you know about us.

Seems you have us at
a disadvantage, then.

Again, more than you know.

Sit.

Whoa.

Woman:
Paige.

My apologies.

It seems the young
think that showing off

is a virtue.

Jeremy:
Clay, Logan.

Would you please
guard the entrances?

No more surprises.

( ** )

With your permission.

Jeremy:
Please.

( ** )

I guess we all
like to show off

from time to time.

My name is
Ruth Winterbourne.

My associate, Paige.

You'll forgive me
if I'm not familiar
with the protocols

dealing with
your type.

We're witches.
You can say it.

It's not a word
we like to use
in unsafe company,

but with you,
it's fine

since you're both
from the Other World.

"The Other World"?

Ruth:
Not human.

Supernatural.

You might prefer
"special".

Magic, as you might
call it, does exist.

We don't fly around
on broomsticks

or twitch our noses
to cast spells.

I run a successful
cosmetic company.

Wholly organic,
of course.

We have more in common
than you think.

We both need to keep
our existence a secret.

People panic at
the thought of us.

Always have,
always will.

I have no interest in
exposing you... or us.

You're all women,
I take it?

Our power is hereditary,
like yours.

But unlike you,
we only give birth

to female children.

How do you know
so much about us?

We... keep tabs,

but we don't intervene
in your affairs.

"Live and let live"
is our motto.

Yet here you are.

In my home.

Calling us out
into the woods.

Were you responsible for
what happened in Rochester?

All we saw was the aftermath.

The man that did that
knows we exist.

All of us.

We're being hunted.

They want the werewolf
that you have downstairs.

And so do we.

(Door opening)

If you're sneaking in,

you must have vengeance
on your mind.

Why did you kill Philip?

You set him up
just to kill him.

Why? Just to be
a sadistic son
of a bitch?

You needed to know who's boss.

You are not in control.

You never were.
Not me.

Your nature
is in control.

Like it or not,
you're a werewolf.

You are bound to our
ways by your biology

and it will
not be denied.

Do you still have that silly
dream of living in Toronto?

Being one of them. Shopping,
going to brunch, having art
shows.

It's so terribly mundane
and superficial.

Do you feel it?

The rage? The lust?

It is your power.

You can thank me, Elena,

'cause I gave you the
greatest gift of all:

your true self.

You are now all wolf.

You are our future.

I just want to put
you in the past.

Ruth:
You want him dead.

We want to trade him.

For what?

For a young girl.

A young witch who
hasn't yet come
into her powers.

She can't
defend herself.

She was kidnapped
by this force.

Look, all you
need to know

is that we
want her back.

Help us.

Please.

You want Malcolm.

But I can't
turn him over.

( ** )

You think brute force
will be enough.

Well, it won't be.

Soon they will come for you

and you will be
begging for our help.

I doubt that.

Doubt all you like,

but let me
tell you this.

We've managed to
survive a long time...

much longer than you,
I might add...

and we didn't do it
by playing nice.

You're either on our side
or you're in our way.

Right now,
you're in our way.

I've been waiting
for this long enough.

That's right.

Feel it in your veins,
in your blood.

You know you want it!

No more manipulations.

Your lessons are over.

It's time
for you to die.
(Bars clanging)

Then open this door.

Let's settle this.

I made Clay,
he made you,

and it's only fitting
that you're the one.

Blood will out!

I am going to rip
the life out of you!

You want to see
the wolf? Huh?

(Shouting)
Here I am!

(Clattering)

No, Elena!

(Cell door clanging)

(Effort grunts)

Malcolm:
That's it, girl,
come at me!

What the hell were
you thinking?
(Panting)

I'm sorry, Logan.

I loved her too,
but he has to die.

You have to die!

Take her upstairs.

(Departing footsteps)

Malcolm:
You see that, Clay?

She's got
fight in her.

She's better than all
of you put together.

You want to see fight?

I knew as soon
as you got back.

Did you hear some stories
in Baton Rouge, Clay?

Tale of the woman
eaten alive in her
trailer by a wolf?

Crying for her son

as I tore her to bits?

(Shout)
(Bars banging)

(Measured exhalation,
deep breath)

Hey...

Hey, it's okay.
I'm here now.

You were
right, Clay.

I need to deal with
Philip's murder.

You had no
part in it.

No.

I was about
to throw away

Logan's last chance
at finding Rachel.

I don't know what I'm
capable of anymore.

I want you
to find peace.

(Whispering)
Me too.

( ** )

(Panting)

All of these plans
that we make,

formulating
strategies,

guiding our
futures through
Machiavellian means.

All designed to
get us what we want.

You never did have
the stomach for that.

Much to my
eternal shame.

Your design was
interrupted, though.

You couldn't
have foreseen

that you'd be flushed
out of that hole
in Rochester

by an unknown force.

That wasn't part
of your plan.

As usual, you struggle
to make a point.

(Chuckle)

You don't have her.

You have no idea
where she is.

And your last bargaining
chip is off the table.

You will not survive
what's coming.

Yeah.

Whatever is out there,

these witches,
whoever knows
about us,

I will deal with them
for the protection
of my Pack.

My family.

And you will not be
around to see it.

You will soon
join me.

I spent most of my
life afraid of you.

Not anymore.

Make peace with
yourself, Dad.

First light will
be your last.

( ** )

You okay?
Yeah.

It's over,
isn't it?

Malcolm doesn't know
anything, Logan.

We have to come
to terms with that.

(Stammering)
You... you heard
those witches.

That guy that came
after Malcolm...

She-she was
in that house.

I mean, if he
wanted a werewolf,
maybe, maybe...

maybe he took her.

If we're going to
believe the witches,

we have to believe
what they say,

that he wants Malcolm.

You're asking me
to give up hope.

I'm asking you to brace
yourself for the worst.

You would've made
a great dad, Logan.

You need to heal.

We all do.

I want you to
stop running.

This is your home

and we are
your family.

And we will help you
get through this.

(Birds chirping)

( ** )

(Ominous **)

( ** )

Something's wrong.

( ** )

Everything's open.

Every door,
every window...

Malcolm.

( ** )

(Camera shutter clicks)

( ** )