I'll never stop until we get everyone back.
What if this was his room?
What if this means we had a son?
Mr. Douglas ate his pineal gland.
What are you doing?
Gentlemen, imagine an army
not burdened with the weakness of ordinary soldiers.
Men who don't need food.
Who never grow tired.
An army of unstoppable warriors.
The Wild Hunt.
The living can fight until they break.
The dead do not break.
This is what the "Ahnenerbe” has been searching for.
"Ghost Riders of the storm,
"masters of infinite power."
We are not chasing fairy tales, "Hauptmann".
The Occult is nothing to toy with.
Neither are the riders of the storm.
- You have seen them? - They are in the Ruhr Valley.
My "Kampfgruppe" can secure the area tonight.
An unstoppable army?
Made up of the dead, you say?
With power you have never seen.
Tell me, how would you control this unstoppable army?
How do you stop the unstoppable?
How is your "Kampfgruppe" going to stop them?
Tell us. How are you going to perform this miracle?
With German efficiency.
You're going to bite Stiles?
To get him through the rift.
It's the only way.
Just to clarify, are you planning on biting everyone in the train station?
With Stiles back, he'll be able to help us figure out a plan.
He's good at that.
So the plan is to get Stiles to come up with a plan.
You can shut up now.
Malia, look around. We're the only ones left in Beacon Hills.
If they take us, Lydia will be the only one left to haunt the place.
That's why I'm the only person that's going in.
Liam and Hayden will stay here with Mason.
As long as somebody is left in Beacon Hills,
- the Wild Hunt can't move on. - I like your plan, Scott. I really do,
especially the part about turning Stiles.
- But it can't work. - How do you know?
Logic. Life experience.
What are the odds that he'll get taken? What if Stiles isn't there?
What if there's no Beacon Hills for you to come back to?
- You got a better idea? - Yeah.
It's called, "run like hell."
So, leave in five?
You promised you'd help us. We still need to find the rift.
I didn't promise I'd help you commit suicide.
If you can't help, we can find it ourselves.
Scoft, I admit that you have a flair for beating the odds.
But this,
you don't walk away from.
You run.
His tracks outside lead north from here.
Oh.
This one's gone, too.
Why take a Ghost Rider's pineal gland?
So I could use this.
What do you want?
Not our pineal gland, I hope.
We're still using them.
I want you to help me find a Hellhound.
You were tracking him. You lost his scent.
I found him on you. Which tells me...
Nothing. I can't help you.
That's too bad.
Then I have no use for you.
Not fast enough.
We'll do it.
We'll do it. Just let him go.
Let him go!
Thank you for volunteering, "Herr" Argent.
At least we found his cell.
That means something.
It's a relic.
That only means one thing.
It means he's not dead, Mason.
And that there's still a chance.
He only has pictures of us.
There's, like, a hundred pictures here.
And it's just us. Is that a little weird?
No. It means he loves you.
We need to get him back.
When you were here before, how long until the Ghost Riders showed up?
- A couple minutes. - That's reassuring.
What's a rift supposed to look like?
If it's a tear in the fabric of our world.
Theoretically it could look like anything from a microscopic black hole
to a free-floating Einstein-Rosen bridge.
I really hope it's not up there.
Let's split up.
Hey, look at this.
The rift's not above us.
It's below.
So we should stay here. Is that what you're thinking?
It doesn't matter where we are.
We still need to figure out how to fight them.
No one can fight them.
Douglas can.
Does he need to stay in there?
He's still Theo.
Theo saved Scott. Remember?
He can still hear you.
Then he can hear me say he needs to shut up
so we can figure out how to fight the Ghost Riders.
You don't need to figure it out.
Because Douglas already did.
If he knew how to fight them,
then he might know everything about them.
And guess who knows all about Mr. Douglas?
I can't see a thing.
It's got to be down here somewhere.
Found it!
It's remarkably similar.
To what?
To the Einstein-Rosen bridge.
That's never going to happen.
We're not making that deal.
I hold all the cards.
You're locked in a jail cell. You have no cards.
You want me to tell you about Douglas.
Break the sword.
Does anyone else want to do the negotiating?
Break the sword.
I'll break the sword. I'll break it right in...
Hayden.
You break, I talk.
Come on, guys.
Look, I don't want in anyone's pack.
I don't want anyone's power.
I just wanna stay alive.
How do we know if we let you out, you won't run?
‘Cause we're not letting him out. He's going to tell us from in here.
I'm still going to need some incentive.
He's a "Lowenmensch."
What the hell is a "Lowenmensch?"
It's part-wolf, part-lion.
He was a part of the "Ahnenerbe,”
Himmler's personal project to use the Occult to win the war.
"Hauptmann", you should stay away.
All of us, we should stay away.
You've seen them, Grenadier?
They came by storm. They rode horses.
They were unnatural.
Over here!
We are close. Spread out!
You've done well, Grenadier Abel.
The "Fuhrer" will be pleased.
Everyone step back.
Please.
No.
"Hauptmann", no.
Thank you for volunteering,
Grenadier Abel.
Schnell.
Incredible.
Take him.
Douglas didn't beat a Ghost Rider.
He ran.
We broke the sword for nothing.
Wait, if that was back in 1943,
where's he been all this time?
Douglas kept looking.
He found a scientist that he thought could help him.
Three of them.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Stop!
The Ghost Rider's whip didn't go deep enough to take him,
but left a gash on his back.
He was thrown into the tank and the wound infected the water.
It mixed with the fluid from the vat and actually made him stronger.
Soaking it in, absorbing the power for 70 years.
So, he came out with the power of an Alpha,
a "Lowenmensch,” and a Ghost Rider.
A side effect no one could expect.
So he can fight them.
He could stop them.
The Nazis lost the war.
Why is he still obsessed?
What does he want an army for?
He doesn't want it for them.
The Nazis were just a means to an end.
He wants it for himself.
His own personal, supernatural army.
We need to warn Scott.
You know what the best part about being a werewolf is?
Supernatural hearing.
Did you hear that?
Parrish. Parrish, wake up. Parrish.
I'm sorry.
No.
Parrish!
Parrish, wake up.
That was very brave.
But pointless.
Just crack the whip.
- Yeah, Liam, come on. We gotta hurry. - We can still find him.
No!
Liam. Run!
Liam.
We have to get to Scott.
Liam.
You have to find Scott.
I'm not leaving you.
You have to.
You can save me on the other side.
I believe in you.
I love you.
Then go.
There's gotta be another way.
We just need to think.
- Think? - Yeah.
Think about how to get through a supernatural rift that melts steel.
I didn't say it would be easy.
But it doesn't have to be so hard.
Why is this suddenly so important?
Why can't it wait until tomorrow?
I... 1 don't know how it happened, but it happened.
Everything Lydia has been trying to tell us?
It's all true.
His bed,
the clothes he never folds, his crime board.
He's on the lacrosse team.
I mean, he's terrible, but he's on the team.
Claudia,
we have a son.
And we can find him
and get him back.
There's nothing here.
You gotta come in the room, baby.
Come on.
Noah, there's still nothing here.
You're here.
He followed our scent.
I followed your desperation.
We're all in a tough spot.
Desperate to get inside and save everyone,
and hoping to find a way to stop this army of the dead.
- We all want the same thing. - He has a point.
- If he doesn't kill anyone. - Else. If he doesn't kill anyone else.
All that matters right now is getting through the rift.
Then you're out of luck.
The rift burns anything that tries to pass through it.
Perhaps not everything.
Jordan.
If the Hellhound can open the rift, we all go together.
You're the bad guy. I'm pretty sure helping you is a bad idea.
Good guy. Bad guy.
When has anything ever been so black and white?
World War Il.
He's a Nazi.
He wants the Hunt for himself.
He wants his own supernatural army.
We're not letting you through that rift.
"Not letting" me? I see.
You still think you have a say in the matter.
Hollenhund.
Parrish, stop!
Wait.
Wunderbar.
Now.
No.
Noah?
I don't remember your birthday last year.
Or what we did for our anniversary or Christmas for...
I don't know how many years.
That's ridiculous. We went to Big Sur.
No.
We always wanted to go to Big Sur.
We did. I remember.
No, baby.
We didn't.
I took this picture on your last good day.
Stiles refused to leave your side.
I was sick. But I started getting better.
You were yourself all day.
Stiles had his mom back and I...
I had my wife back.
The medication had started to work.
Stiles couldn't stop talking
about school, all the trouble he'd gotten into.
He tried so hard to stay awake.
When he finally fell asleep, it was in your arms.
The doctors couldn't explain it.
We started making plans, started dreaming again.
We just sat together
and watched each other.
We didn't need to talk.
But, when you finally closed your eyes,
I was myself again.
I knew you were gone.
Liam, you and Lydia get to the bunker.
The whip. It didn't take you.
I don't think they're trying to take us. I think they're trying to kill us.
Why aren't you running?
Go.
Gol
That roar wasn't promising.
Well, they rarely are. Keep going. Keep going.
- What's happening? - I don't know.
But stay behind me.
Follow me.
It's afraid of you.
I'm afraid of me.
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... or try your call again.
This is a recording.
Scott,
your mom is gone.
But she's still alive.
What do we do now?
We can't hide from them.
What about Lydia?
The Ghost Rider was afraid of her.
It wasn't fear. It's...
Almost like reverence.
Doesn't matter.
The rift is gone.
We're the only ones left in Beacon Hills.
I have a son.
His name is Michislav Stilinski.
But we call him Stiles.
I remember.
When Stiles was a little kid,
he couldn't say his first name.
Not sure why.
It pretty much rolls off the tongue. But, uh,
the closest he could get was "mischief."
His mother called him that until...
I remember when, uh...
When Stiles first got his Jeep.
It belonged to his mother.
She wanted him to have it.
The first time when he took a spin behind the wheel,
he went straight into a ditch.
I gave him his first roll of duct tape that day.
He was always getting into trouble.
But he always had a good heart.
Always.
We're here tonight
because my goofball son
decided to drag Scott,
his greatest friend in the world,
into the woods to see a dead body.
How did you remember?
It started with Stiles' jersey.
Then I found the red string for his crime board.
Finally, his whole room came back
and all the memories.
And then the strangest thing happened.
What?
I thought I saw him.
It's like
something opened right there in the middle of the room.
Just for a moment.
And then it was gone.
A rift.
I thought there was only one rift.
We saw it disappear.
You remembered Stiles
and then a new rift was created.
If the Sheriff can do it...
Maybe we can.
But that rift closed.
Then we'll open it again.
How?
By remembering Stiles.
We have to remember everything.