Kate tears through Beacon Hills (literally) trying to find the Benefactor. Garrett is mean to werepuppies. And Derek has a sad.

Previously on Teen Wolf…. Liam, the newest member of Team Scott, had to face off against his arch-nemesis/maybe-not-quite-boyfriend Brett. His best buddy Mason made it clear he would totally tap that. Violet and Garrett went around killing people for money. Derek admitted he was losing his wolfy mojo on account of the becoming a wolf cub. And Danny was nowhere to be seen.

We pick up four weeks in the past with Crazy Kate being crazy. She basically slaughtered a battalion of monster hunters, aided by the Berserkers who apparently work for her. She knows her name is on the dead pool and she wants to have a chat with the Benefactor about that because she has more important things to do than stop every five minutes to kill some gold-digging killer for hire. She’s having some issues controlling her impulses to tear people apart with her bare hands, which I don’t think is anything really new for her, but she’s all stressed about it.

Back to the present, we pick up right after the game with Violet being hauled away in handcuffs, smirking this devilish smirk all the while. She insists she’s just a sweet innocent freshman who never ever would go around killing people for giggles. But when Agent McCall makes some sneering comment about her lack of parents, the smile disappears and gets replaced by a look of murderous hate.

Brett, meanwhile, is still not having a good time even though Scott totally saved his butt. Turns out, the wolf’s bane poison not only paralyzes, it also kills. Well, fortunately Doc Deaton is on the case and even better, this is one of the good days where his unspecified yet extensive knowledge of all things mystical and medical is up to the task of saving a life.

Poor Derek’s strength is fading, though. He should ask Doc Deaton if he has any little blue pills to enhance lupine performance. We can’t have him running around without the ability to slam people into lockers.

In the end, it takes Peter to subdue Brett with a well-aimed punch to the jaw. He makes a comment about how he still has his strength, which gets a glower from Derek. Now boys, if you’re going to whip them out and measure, be sure it’s out in the open so there’s no chance for cheating.

Scott breaks into Garrett’s locker and discovers a pile of money. Wasn’t it just two episodes ago when Garrett commented about the money being wired into their account? So why is it now in cash? And why would he keep it in his locker?

Scott doesn’t tell Liam what he found, which seems weird until the next scene where we see Melissa begging the power company to turn the power back on. I guess all those cuts her boss insisted on making hit the McCall household hard. For some reason, even though she is the only medical professional in the whole hospital, working every shift and every floor, she just isn’t considered valuable enough to pay a decent wage. Or something.

Mason is totally blown away by the fact that their besties, Garrett and Violet, have turned out to be professional assassins. And they were using him, which he seems to find both disturbing and kind of awesome. Liam doesn’t think it’s awesome at all. So he runs off ahead and gets himself puppy-napped by Garrett. And now I officially hate Garrett.

Derek enlists Malia’s help in tracking down this Buddhist wolf pack he knows of, one headed by the werewolf we met in last season’s WWII flashback episode. You remember, the one who liked to play with fire? The one no one was wondering what had happened to?

Malia is confused as to why Derek is enlisting her help, but since his smoldering looks of simmering hotness are not among the powers he is losing and hanging out with him beats school any day, she goes along.

Stiles and Lydia, meanwhile, are spreading the word about the hit list. To that end, they pay Deputy Parish a visit to let him know he’s worth a cool five million. There’s an interesting, “We know and you know we know and you know what we know” sort of vibe to the whole scene, masked by Deputy Handsome’s “aw shucks” charm.

Then they drop the bomb that they need his help getting into Eichen House to see Meredith. He doesn’t think that’s really a good idea, but lives are on the line and he’s a good cop so he does what any sane, rational person would do and he places his faith in the two very peculiar teenagers.

Garrett calls up Scott to issue his ransom demands. In exchange for Liam, he wants his money and his girlfriend. Scott’s like, “Well, my dad totally feels guilty for missing my game the other night. He’d probably let me have Violet no questions asked.”

But Garrett doesn’t go for it. He wants to grab Violet while she’s being transported to Federal custody, a plan so awful even Scott is all, “Dude, that’s stupid.” But Garrett is calling the shots so Scott goes along because he misses his Liam—whom Garrett tossed down a well.

Did I mention how much I don’t like Garrett?

Derek and Malia wander into the woods looking for Brett’s pack. About five minutes into the search, Derek remembers that some wolves have the power to hide their scent. This information might have been more useful earlier, but we’ll let Derek off the hook because he’s not feeling well.

At Eichen House, Parish, Stiles and Lydia are just about to have their chat with Meredith when they are stopped by the jerkwad orderly we met in S3B. He’s willing to let the deputy in to see Meredith, but not the other two. And then he goes off on Stiles about how his dad owes them money. And I’m pretty sure he isn’t legally allowed to know that, so hey, lawsuit!

Parish reminds the big douchebag that the sheriff’s department let him off on a drunk driving charge and hints that maybe such favors won’t be repeated if cooperation isn’t offered. Stiles tells Parish that he likes him and promises to keep him.

Is it called Stilish (“stylish”)? Because it should be.

Scott is saved from having to attack his dad by the fact that Kate has already attacked him. In Beacon Hills, we have to declare that a win. Any werecreature attack you can walk away from, as the saying goes. Scott is just assessing the damage when Sheriff Stilinski tells him the bad guys are still there.

Gulp?

Garrett waves his stick around in a very aggressive manner, not that it impresses the Berzerkers in any way. One just stands there staring at him with its skull-mask face like, “Bitch please.” And meanwhile, the other one sneaks up and totally kills Garrett dead.

Good. That’s what happens to evil puppy-nappers.

There’s this funny thing about Lydia. She knows she can’t turn her own banshee powers off and on and she gets very annoyed with people who expect her to be able to. And yet she clearly expects the very same of Meredith.

Turns out, the Benefactor has contacted Meredith and told her to keep her banshee intuition to herself. Apparently, even as out of her mind as Meredith is, she has enough wits about her to be scared for her life. When Lydia finally pushes her too far, she lets loose with a banshee scream and that pretty much ends the interview.

Chris Argent saved Scott from the Berzerkers (because of course he did) and then he does Scott another solid by yanking a jagged knife out of his gut. There is definitely a new paternal vibe from Chris to his dead daughter’s ex-boyfriend, but I also sort of think he takes a certain pleasure in pulling pieces of barbed metal out of Scott’s body.

Together, they track down Kate and her back-up singers. Scott is wary of this plan since the last time he fought the Berzerkers one of them threw him down a single flight of stairs which gave him such a bad boo boo that he couldn’t move. Had it not been for Twink Derek, the Berzerkers would have turned him into a wolf kabob.

Papa Argent isn’t worried. He has a great big gun which he is sure can handle a couple of ‘roided up bodyguards. Scott feels much better knowing he has his own personal action hero as back up and so the two go to confront Kate.

Derek and Malia, meanwhile, eventually find the pack they were hunting for—and they’ve all been poisoned by red or purple or sea foam green wolf’s bane. It seems there’s a variety for any effect you want. I guess that warning came just a bit too late. There is a survivor, though, we we’ll have to wait and see if we care what exactly happened to the peace-nik lycanthropes.

Scott and Chris basically get their asses kicked, but fortunately for them, Kate doesn’t actually want to kill her brother. So she calls off her Berzerkers and scampers off into the night. She did leave them a little present, though, in the form of a very dead Violet, which causes Scott to lose all hope because he can track Kate’s scent across town but he could never hope to find the were puppy he’s been spending so much time with lately.

Fortunately, Liam is a resourceful, determined wolf cub. He manages to climb most of the way out and then let out a roar that travels all the way to Scott’s ears. Scott then teleports across Beacon Hills, drawn by the power of his affection for his baby beta. And he pulls Liam into a big tight hug and Liam snuggles into him and wow is that a lot of FEELS right there.

Let’s all just be careful not to celebrate their great big homo bromance too loudly or suddenly they won’t have any scenes together ever again. Mmkay? I’m just saying….

Stiles and Lydia figure out that the third name isn’t someone who is already dead but instead is someone who will soon be dead. Lydia then uses the Banshee force to type in the name, “Derek” which causes a massive fandom implosion and the instantaneous generation of a gajillion letters of warning sent to Jeff Davis.

Then they get the news that Meredith killed herself. Hopefully, it will occur to them that since she was afraid for her life that maybe there is an outside chance there was some foul play. My money’s on the douche bag orderly.

Peter hunts down Kate, but not to kill her. Instead, he offers her an alliance. He wants his money back for his sexily nefarious purposes. In return, he’ll teach her to control her bloodthirsty urges—to which I say, “good luck with that.” And he tells her that what he really wants is what he has always wanted—power.

I love scheming, devious Peter. Well, really, I love pretty much all varieties of Peter.

Scott shows Stiles the money and the two decide to count it. I just know that won’t end well, but when you see Melissa McCall, who has personally saved like one hundred and seventy-three lives in the course of this show, trying to figure out what bills to not pay, you kind of just hope Scott and Stiles figure out a way to use the blood money for good.

That’s it for this week. Sound off in the comments!