Grimm (2011–2017): Season 1, Episode 11 - Tarantella - full transcript

Previously on Grimm.

I hate this model.
It's a deathtrap.

Look, it's trying to kill me.

I saw it with my own two eyes.

I was in his house.

Okay, so where does he live, Mr.
"I Saw A Grimm And Lived To Tell About It"?

They were parked across the street.

One of them was taking pictures of our
house. The other one had binoculars.

Got a name and address
on the truck you saw.

So what do we do?

Okay, we don't do anything.

I'll have somebody take care of it.

RYAN'S WIFE: Hey, honey,
what's going on?

Just got to the opening.

I'm sorry I couldn't join you.
So what do you think?

Not really my taste.

How is it? See anything you like?

Yeah. Interesting work.

A little Modigliani meets Matisse.

You're much more of an
abstract kind of a guy.

I miss you

I miss you too. Okay,
I'll see you in the morning.

I can't wait to get home

Love you. Love you too.

I hate it.

Too bad. I think it's pretty good.

If you like this one, I don't think
I'm going to be able to sleep tonight.

This piece exemplifies focus

on the use of color as a
means of emotive expression.

By avoiding a more literal
transcription of human nature,

he clearly comprises the
basic tenets of Fauvism.

Really?

Doesn't mean it's good.

Are you a painter?

Why? I'm a collector.

What are you collecting tonight?

No, nothing here.

I was just thinking about leaving.

You wouldn't want to have a
drink with me and keep talking

by any chance, would you?

Thanks, but no. I have to go.

Okay, I just have one question.

What the hell is Fauvism?

You're a collector
and you don't know?

No. I collect what
I'm attracted to.

It's a style of Les Fauves,

which is French for wild beast.

Loosely comprised of early
twentieth century modern artists

who used wild brush
strokes and bold colors,

while their subject matter

exhibited a high degree of
simplification and abstraction.

Much like a man trying
to pick up a woman.

Here I was trying to be abstract,

but I guess I wound up
being pretty simple.

All successful creative
endeavors are simple.

So I must have a chance.

Well.

I really can't stay.

Oh, I hope the print didn't
put you in the wrong mood.

No. It's not you. I'm sorry.

Look, I think you just
need to relax a little bit.

You don't understand.

No, you don't understand!

You know exactly why you came here.

Oh. Okay, baby.

Oh, no!

Is it working now?

Not in the sense that
I can see anything.

Oh, my gosh. It should be working.
I don't get it.

And please just let me try.

No, no, no, no, all right.
How about now?

Are you using input or output?

Oh!

What was that?

We just got egged-

Stay here.

No. I'm coming too.

Not unless you have a gun.
And you don't.

One gun in the house
is enough. Thank you.

What the hell are you doing?

It's just kids.

Gun! Run!

Yeah, well, they egged our window.

Nick, come on, they're
probably scared to death.

Maybe this is a little overkill.

You think?

Come on, let's go.

I used to do crap like that all
the time when I was little.

You're kids. You dare each
other to do stupid stuff.

There was this really,
really old guy who lived on our block

and we all thought that
he looked like a troll

so we'd always dare each other
to run across his backyard,

which seemed really scary.

Well, my dad said
that he was a war hero

who'd been really badly
injured in one of the wars.

That's why he looked
the way he did.

Wait, so you're telling me you think
these kids think I'm a monster?

No. Don't be ridiculous.

I'm just saying that we haven't exactly
been the quiet neighbors next door.

No, I guess we haven't.

Maybe that's something
we could work on.

Two Eisbiber kids egged
my house last night.

You're the monster under the bed.

I think some Wesen found out
you're a Grimm and they're curious.

What's a Wesen?

You know, Blutbaden,
Fuchsbau, Wildschwein,

those of us the Grimms have been
trying to eradicate for centuries.

You know, I'm not like that.

Dude, join the misunderstood.

Try telling people
I don't eat meat.

It's like I told you
when we first met.

None of us have ever seen
a Grimm before, you know?

You're not real. You're a
scary story we tell our kids,

"Be good or a Grimm will
come cut your head off."

Okay, so now I'm on some
kind of Grimm grapevine?

You're big news in the Wesen world.

Look, it's not them
who I'm worried about.

It's who they're going to tell
and who they're going to tell.

You got to deal with that
before it gets any worse.

How's it going with Juliette?
You tell her anything yet?

Ah, not quite.

Nada? Zip? Diddly?

Yeah.

I guess Grimms aren't
that brave after all.

No, no, I got it. Death calls. Shh!

Yeah, what do you got?
Have a nice day.

Where?

Victim's Ryan Showalter, 28.
Stock analyst with Mindel, Brandt and Zoic.

Neighbors hear anything?
Any witnesses?

No, I haven't found anybody yet.

We're still canvassing.
It's a pretty quiet building.

Surveillance cams?
Lobby and parking garage.

We're downloading it now.

Who found the body?

Girlfriend, Amy Lewis.

She's an actress. She lives here.
She had an audition in LA.

She got back around 9:00 a.
m and found him.

That's her over there.

She's pretty shook up.
I would be too.

You sure that's him?

Girlfriend lD'ed him.

Says he's missing his gold Rolex.

She's certain he would
have been wearing it.

Said it's registered with
the insurance company.

Body's completely desiccated.
That doesn't happen overnight.

When was the last time
anybody saw him alive?

Try last night. Yeah,
according to his girlfriend,

Showalter was among the living at
an art gallery opening at 8:00 p.m.

She spoke to him on his
cell phone last night.

No way this guy was
alive last night.

Hey, I found something.

Looks like it was bitten off.

Yeah, nail polish.

Must be a woman's finger, but you never
know. At least we'll get a clean print.

What? It moved!

Must have been a nerve.

You want to pick it up again

or you want me to
give you the finger?

That's Ryan.

Could be that's the phone
call with the girlfriend.

How well did you know Ryan?

He bought a few pieces from me,
but I can't say that I really know him.

Wait, who's the woman?

I've not seen her before. I remember the
hat, but I've never seen her before.

I thought this was invitation only.

Yes, but we work from a list that a
number of other galleries work from.

I can't say that I know
everyone on it personally.

We're going to need that list.

Of course.

She's leaving.

He's leaving, too.

Could be he caught up
with her on the street.

Maybe they had plans
to meet up later.

And he didn't want to be
seen leaving with her.

Or she didn't want to be
seen leaving with him.

So who was seducing who?

In my experience,
the woman runs the relationship.

Well, you two seem to get all
the interesting cases lately.

Not that I'm complaining.

Love the challenge.

Well, I can tell you
the cause of death.

Your victim was made to ingest
something highly corrosive,

some kind of acid.

What kind? I don't know yet.

But the mouth, esophagus,
and stomach lining were all eaten away.

Whatever it was completely
liquefied his organs

which were then sucked
out through this

jagged incision
here in his abdomen.

What could do that?
Some kind of embalming pump?

Well, those are usually used
to pump things in, not out,

but I suppose you could
switch it around.

Would that explain his
overnight mummification?

Oh, it might.

And what about the
incision in his abdomen?

Was that a knife?

More like teeth.

It looks something
like a bite mark.

Literally sucking the victim dry.

Are we looking at
a revenge killing?

Don't know yet. Victim's never been married,
so we've ruled out ex-wives.

Current girlfriend's
alibi checks out.

Could be an ex.
He was a bit of a player.

The only thing missing
was his Rolex.

We've got the serial number from the
insurance company, put it on a hot list.

What about his financials?
Not in debt.

Doesn't seem to be a gambler,

except maybe the stock market.

Lots of people lost
money on the market,

maybe one of his female clients
didn't appreciate his stock tip.

Anybody look at our
pension funds lately?

There's motive for
homicide right there.

Hey, we got a hit off that finger.

Same print turned up at a crime
scene in Phoenix five years ago.

Phoenix PD emailed
you guys their files.

Tox report's on your desk. Thanks.

Let's see what we got.

Well, this looks familiar.

Seems like your killer's
been to Phoenix.

Victim's name was
George Dixson, 25,

last seen at his bachelor party.

No suspects. The single
print is all they found.

Only thing taken was his fianc?e's
wedding ring, worth 10 grand.

Could be she's collecting
trophies of her kills.

A ring in Phoenix, a watch here.

Looking at the tox report,
the victim was found in a mummified state

just like ours.

You ever hear of latroinsectotoxin?

Yeah. Gargle with it every
morning. What is it?

It's an amino acid
found in spider venom.

Why can't she just shoot these
guys and keep it simple?

Some people don't like guns.

Some people don't
like spiders either.

She's already killed twice,
could be more victims.

See if you can find another match.

Let me know. All right.

Why don't you deal with Phoenix?
I'll follow the venom.

"Traveling on a steamer
from Singapore,

"I met a Japanese doctor
by the name of Hasegawa

"who, I was surprised to discover,
shared my abilities.

"He gave me the following scroll,
which described

"a recent encounter with a
previously unknown creature.

"I've had several passages
roughly translated."

Well, if you can't hold your liquor,
you shouldn't be drinking.

What do you want from me?
What are you doing here?

I came here to ask
you the same thing.

Why are you and your
buddies watching my house?

I---

Breathe! Come on, breathe!

None of us have ever
seen a Grimm before.

Where'd you hear about
me and where I live?

Hey, doofus! Where's the beer?

You.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. I have three kids.

You're the one who
started all this.

No, no, well, yes, sort of.
But I didn't mean anything.

It's just that nobody believed me.

I didn't know how else to prove you were...
You have a very lovely wife.

We're not married. Even better.

Please, you don't have to kill us.

I'm not going to kill anyone.

Really? Good. That's good.

Unless they threaten
me or my girlfriend..

No, no, no, we would never
do that. Never, ever.

How many Wesen have
you told? Nobody.

Oh, hardly anyone.

You know, maybe just a
couple of neighbors...

All right, here's what
you're going to do.

You're going to make sure that whoever
you told and whoever they told

never come to my house again.

Oh, fine, sure. We can do that.

We... Right? Of course!

You bet! Absolutely!

I hope so.

Because I'd hate to have
to come back here...

You won't have to do that.
Not that you're not always welcome.

Anytime, anytime. Good.

So we understand each other.

Turndown service?

Housekeeping.

Same bite marks.

This a piece of dress, maybe?

Let's get hotel surveillance.

See who we got wearing
a black dress.

5'7", 120 pounds.

Just like our suspect from the art gallery,
except for the blonde hair.

Little black dress. Same as the
fabric we found in his hand.

Just got off the phone with the chiefs
of police in Phoenix and Albuquerque.

They've linked your fingerprint

to two more murders in
Phoenix five years ago.

Victims were found desiccated within a
three-day period, bite marks on each victim.

Now, there were also three
murders with a similar MO

in Albuquerque five
years before that.

They were all thought to be some
sort of ritualistic killing.

No suspects were ever charged.

Three murders every five years.

Only two victims
in Portland so far.

Means the ritual is incomplete.

They're also going to
send over a list of items

that the killer took
from each victim.

Mostly jewelry, watches, rings.

Look, we want to get
ahead of this thing.

We need to figure out how
she's picking her victims.

She will kill again.

Can I give the pretty lady a hand?

Now that is a really pathetic line.

Does that ever work for you?

Never. But I keep trying.

Today might be your
lucky day, then.

I actually could use a hand.

Oh. You can start with that.

Ah, the heavy lifting first.

Thanks, Dad.
Come on, Mom, we're late.

We got to hurry.

Good luck!

Watch the off sides!

Oh, come on in.

You caught me making
some Badenwurst.

I was feeling sort of homesick.

My mom used to make
this stuff all the time.

You want some? Who's in it?

Okay. When my nana used to make it,

she stuffed it with,
you know, whatever,

whoever was around.

Yeah, I think I'll pass.
No, but mine's vegetarian.

No, I'm good. Thank you.

So you wanted to talk
about spider poison?

Actually, I wanted to talk to you
about spider Wesen, is that right?

Yeah. I don't really consider
them part of the phylum.

Personally,
not a spider fan per se.

I catch one, I wash it down the drain,
watch it squirm.

But only if I catch
them in the house.

If they're outside,
then live and let live, you know.

I found a book.
There were some photos in it,

but it was mostly
written in Japanese.

Japanese? That's interesting.

Don't expect me to
translate it, though.

{ch sprechen some Deutch but that's about
it. {ch sprechen some Deutch but that's
about it.

There's a whole bunch of different
kinds of spiders, you know?

Some molt, some eat their young

which I consider the
height of bad parenting,

but as far as we're concerned,

they're pretty harmless to us.

Well, what about the kind that suck
the insides out of their victims?

Oh, that kind of spider.

You know it? Yeah.

I'd say that looks like a Spinnetod.
A death spider.

There's not many of them,
thank God.

They're like the black
widows of their world.

I really don't know much about
them except they kill after sex,

which, to my way of thinking,
kind of ruins the evening.

I wish I knew something
about their habits.

Do they have any rituals?
I don't know.

Have you searched the Web,
so to speak?

Actually, wait a minute, Charlotte.

Seriously.

I might know someone
who can help you.

Yeah, if she's still alive.

And when you ran
around the outside...

And kicked that goal, I thought I
was going to scream my lungs out.

Too bad we lost.

Honey, it doesn't matter
if you win or lose.

I know, it's how you play the game.

I guess we drilled that
one in pretty good.

We missed you last night, Mom.

I know.

At least I got to see your game.

And I also got your dad
something very nice.

Something he's
really going to like.

What is it?

Wow.

This is amazing. Thank you, honey.

Oh, you guys are gross.
I have homework.

Take your dishes. I know.

I like your watch, Dad.

This is too nice to wear every day.

It's for special occasions.

You look fantastic.

I love you so much.

What is this place?
It's a Klosterhaus.

A retirement/monastic
retreat home for Wesen.

You guys have your own rest homes?

Yeah. We're not savages.

Except for Schneetmachers.

Noted.

Charlotte?

It's nice to see you again, Charlotte.
You're looking well-ish.

Don't bother.

I know what I look like.
I'm not blind.

Yet.

Come on in.

This is Nick. He's a detective
and he's something else.

He's a Grimm.

But don't worry,
he's sort of a modified Grimm.

What's he going to do to me
that time hasn't already done?

I'm investigating a
string of murders

and I think they
involve a Spinnetod.

You're helping him? Well,
he's sort of new at this, so...

I turned my back on who I was years ago,
which is why I'm here.

How many victims? Two.

What do they look like? Mummified.

Their insides were sort of...

Turned into d?gueulasse?

Gut butter.

In a way, yes. But you're right.

That's a Spinnetod.
You're sure she's killed twice?

In Portland. And three in Phoenix
before that five years ago.

And three in Albuquerque
five years before that.

Fifteen years.
Three, three and two.

Yep. That would be right.

Her age would be between 28 and 32.

Depending on when she first
went through le retour d'age.

It's a transition, the change.
But she'll have to kill again

within three days
of the last feeding

to interrupt the
mortification process.

Mortification process?

Sounds like fun, doesn't it?
It's really quite not.

So what happens if she doesn't kill

and the mortification
process continues?

You're looking at it.

Can you guess my age?

I'm 26 years old.

When she told me that,
I thought she was a total whack job.

I mean, I didn't
mean it in a bad way.

We're plagued by a condition
that causes rapid aging.

The only way to reverse it

is to kill and suck the
lives out of young men.

You have to understand this is
not something we want to do.

We don't take pleasure from it.

It tears out your heart.

But no matter how much
the kills torment you,

how many tears you cry,

there's no stopping it.

The biological imperative is
virtually impossible to resist.

Was anything else taken from the
victims besides their lives?

There was a Rolex watch taken
from one of the victims.

We're attracted to shiny objects.

I don't know why, but we are.

You're not wearing any.

As you can see, I've chosen a life

where I won't give
in to temptation.

Not that it's always been easy.

You two young men look more
tantalizing by the minute.

Okay. So, Nick, unless you
have any more questions...

Nope. I'm good.

Thank you, Charlotte.
It's lovely to see you again.

She's only killed
two victims so far.

And if Charlotte's right, today is the
third day of the mortification process.

Sounds like she's going
to kill again, and soon.

Exactly.

I'm going to stay home tonight,
play a little cello.

Read it to me again.

That's it. We're on our way.

Don't bother to sit,
we just got a hit on the Rolex watch.

Where? Washington Middle School.

Excuse me? The
principal just called.

Ben, he's one of our
seventh graders,

took it home and showed
it to his mother.

She asked him where
he got it and he said

he traded it for his mountain bike.

She was very upset,
called the school,

brought it down here and
as soon as I looked at it,

I realized it was a
very expensive watch.

I wanted to make sure it wasn't stolen,
so I called the police

before I did anything else.
And here you are.

And did Ben tell you
where he got the watch?

Another student. Sally Marcinko.

Sally?

Hi. I'm Nick. Your name's Sally?

Look, you don't have to be scared.

We just want to know
where you got the watch.

I... I found it.

Sally, you told Ben that you
took it from your father.

You've got the list.
We're looking for rings and jewelry.

You catch a look at the wife?

Bandage on her finger.

Excuse me.

How did you hurt your finger?

It's not much of a story, really.

We're still interested.

I was making dinner while
helping with homework,

while yelling at some
telemarketer never to call again

and I mistook my
finger for a carrot.

Can we see the cut?

You're not squeamish, are you?

Not so bad now.

Almost healed.

Any other body parts
you want to see?

I told you where I got the watch.

Right. A swap meet for $200.

A $20,000 Rolex.

The guy selling it thought
it was a knockoff.

Can you hear yourself, Robert?

Do you know how dumb
that story sounds?

Just because you keep repeating
it doesn't make it true.

But it is true.

You never thought your little girl
would take that watch to school

and trade it for a bike, did you?

Bet your partner in crime's
really pissed at you right now.

I swear to God, I have absolutely no
idea what you guys are talking about.

We're talking about a woman who
killed at least eight people

and that Rolex connects you to her.

Now we know it's not your wife.

So tell me...

Who is she?

I don't know anything
about any murders.

Then I'm done talking to you.

Rolex gives you possession
of stolen property.

You can at least
charge him with that.

As far as accessory to murder goes,
you got nothing.

His wife's involved.

I know it.

I should be back by 11.

Sally will be fine, Lena.
Don't worry.

Okay. Tonight's about homework.

You need to remember
why you're here, okay?

Whatever.

I got nothing on this guy.

He's stonewalling and he's good.

We got it. What?

Something you're not
going to believe.

Make me a believer.

We got a hit on the wife's
print taken from the house.

It's a match to the finger that we found
on the floor of Showalter's condo.

What? How does that happen?

The wife had all her fingers.
I don't know. I don't know.

Look at it. It's an exact match.

We found our killer.

Well, you get to explain
this to the D.A.

Oh, no, no, no. I'm going
to let her explain that.

Going to take another
crack at the husband.

I know about Lena.

You don't know what you're
talking about. She's a Spinnetod.

And now you know what I am.

What do you want from me?

I know she's going to kill again.

Then you know I can't stop her.

I don't expect you to.

Where is she?

I don't know.

I never have.

Spinnetods kill their mates.

So why are you still alive?

I first met Lena in high school

and you can imagine she was the
most beautiful girl in school.

You've seen her,
so you know what I mean.

And me?

I didn't stand out.

We had this social
studies class together.

We looked at each other
and we just knew.

Talk about chemistry, or electricity,
or whatever you want to call it,

but we had it from day one.

And it's still the same now.

You want to ask me
why she lets me live?

It's because there's no life for
either of us without the other.

I'm alive because she loves me.

Portland PD! We're coming in!

Go! Go! Go!

Move! Move!

Mrs. Marcinko!

You guys, go downstairs!
We're going up.

Got it. Let's move.

Sir, hallway clear.

Hank?

What do you got?

I don't know.

Somebody want to
tell me what that is?

Looks like skin.

Detectives, Harbor Patrol just found
the wife's car at Riverplace Marina.

I called the skip.

He says we can take
her out in the morning

if you'd like to.

Have brunch on the river.

Let's see how tonight plays out.

God, you are so beautiful.

What was that?

It was probably just
the wake from a boat.

Water scares me a little.

I'll go take a look.

I'm a cop. Don't talk!
Don't move. Come with me.

I'm taking him off.

Does my grandma know I'm coming?

Yeah. We talked to her
on the phone. She knows.

Is my mom okay?

She wasn't hurt.

Where is she? When can I see her?

When can I see my dad?

Maybe tomorrow.