Script - Zen 134237

27.Right into the net.The crowd in the bleachers ROARS with CHEERING, Allison onher feet along with everyone else. Everyone except Stiles.COACH (CONT'D)McCall, get over here!He trots over to the Coach, all eyes on him.COACH (CONT’D)What in the name of God was that?This is a lacrosse field. Are youtrying out for the gymnastics team?SCOTTNo, Coach.COACHThen what the hell was that?SCOTTI don’t know. I was just trying tomake the shot.COACHWell, you made the shot. And guesswhat? You just made startinglineup.CHEERS ERUPT around him. As team members slap him on the backand knock his helmet with their gloves, a deliriously happyScott doesn’t even notice Jackson’s furious stare.Or Stiles. Watching with a very worried look.INT. STILES’S ROOM - NIGHTFingers click furiously over a keyboard. Eyes locked onto hiscomputer screen, Stiles bounces from one web page to thenext. Words and images pop up on the screen, flashing acrosshis face--Wolfsbane, Silver Bullets, Lycaon, Aconite, drawings ofwerewolves in different forms, one mostly human, another amassive fur-covered creature and yet another appearing as anormal wolf. Image after image, page after page while...THROUGH THE WINDOW OUTSIDE - the sun can be seen setting onBeacon Hills. A FULL MOON beginning to rise.