Grimm (2011–2017): Season 1, Episode 12 - Last Grimm Standing - full transcript

(SNIFFING) Mmm!

(SNIFFING)

Ah!

(HORSE NICKERING)

(DOG BARKING DISTANTLY)

ED: Maybe Ruby found
another raccoon.

Well, I just hope
it's not a skunk.

Because we don't have
any tomato juice.

It's not the tomato juice
I'm worried about.

It's who's going to pick her
up and put her in the bathtub.

Well, I can tell you
who it's not going to be.

Good luck.

You know the great thing
about being married?

I never have to
make a decision.

(DOG BARKING SHRILLY)

Oh, God, now what?

Ruby? Come here!

Ruby?

(RUSTLING)

There you are.
What's wrong?

What are you doing?
Come on.

(GROWLING)

(DOOR OPENING)

Ed!

(MOANS)
Are you all right?

(LOIS SCREAMS)

(ROARING)

(LOIS SCREAMING)

MAN: Dimitri!

(SNARLING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)
(DOGS BARKING)

(MEN YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

(SCREAMING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Morning, fellows. This
is Ed and Lois Weller.

Married 26 years.

Ed here is a lumber exec.
Recently took early retirement.

Probably not what
he had planned, huh?

We got lots of prints. Techs
even found one partial in blood.

Somebody was
feeling ambitious.

That's not like
a knife wound.

It's more like he
was ripped open.

Too savage for a B and E.
Something else was going on here.

Drugs, maybe?

Well, the steak's raw. It looks
like someone was gnawing on it.

Animal could have
gotten in here after.

Door was open.

Why would it leave
the steak behind?

A lot of horse tracks.

It's not that unusual
out here.

Lots of people have horses.

NICK: Except
these people don't.

Let's see where they go.

HANK: Hooves are everywhere.

Hey. Look at the path
of these tracks.

Well, it came in one way,

then doubled back.

A lot of hoof prints here, and
these drag marks next to them.

Dragging what, a rake?

Or something
clawing at the ground.

Could be something
off a saddle?

You're asking the wrong guy.
(CHUCKLES)

No barns, no horses.

What were these horses
doing on private property?

What do you think?

HANK: Medieval.

NICK: Hey. What's up?

Some very exciting laundry.

No wonder you called.

Actually, I'm going
to the grocery store,

so I wanted to check in with you
about our anniversary dinner.

You do remember that, right?

Dinner? When have I
ever forgotten dinner?

(LAUGHS) Okay.
So, you're saying

you want peanut butter
and jelly tomorrow night?

No. I'm saying
that my time with you

has been the best
three years of my life.

And I wouldn't
change a second.

And flank steak sounds great.

Okay. Anything else?

Huh? No,just you.

Do you want me with green
beans or asparagus?

Just butter.

Well, I love you, I think.

I love you, too.

We got a hit on one of the
bloody prints from the cabin.

Dimitri Skontos. Three priors
for misdemeanor possession.

Served one year
off a cocaine rap.

Released on probation
last month.

Nothing more violent
than possession?

Drugs are a slippery slope,
in case you didn't know that.

Yeah, I've heard rumors.

Well, I've got registration
on Dimitri's car.

Put out an APB.
What have you got?

His parole officer.
Leo Taymor.

He's waiting for us at his office.
Let's go.

LEO: So, what did he do?

We've placed him
at a murder.

LEO: Oh, hell.
I didn't expect that.

Share any details?

Couple out in Forest Grove. He broke
into the house and murdered them.

Wait a minute. You sure
you got the right guy?

That doesn't sound
like Dimitri.

Well, we've got his bloody fingerprints
at the scene of the crime.

(SIGHS) Damn.

Look. From what I know about the
guy, he didn't go into prison bad.

And I know this will
come as a shock to you,

time behind bars doesn't always
change a man for the better.

He was having a hard
time on the outside.

So how did he
get paroled?

(CHUCKLES)
That's not my job.

When was the last time
Dimitri checked in with you?

Oh. Um... You know,
actually, he was...

A no show this week.
And I didn't violate him.

I figured I'd
cut him some slack.

Maybe that was a mistake.

Huh. So, does Dimitri
have a job?

Um, yeah. He, uh... He works for his
uncle over at the boxing gym on Eighth.

I know it.

You know, it's too bad. Dimitri was
hoping to be the next Sugar Ray.

(SIGHS)

GUS: Stick and move. Come on.
Stay on the balls of your feet.

All right. Stay at it.

NICK: Gus Pappas?
Yeah.

We understand your nephew,
Dimitri Skontos works here.

Yeah, that's
my sister's kid.

Well, we need
to talk to him.

Why? A married couple was
murdered last night.

There's no way Dimitri could
have anything to do with that.

Well, there's evidence
that puts him at the scene.

So if you know anything,
sir, you should tell us.

Well, I haven't seen or heard
from him in a couple of weeks.

And that doesn't worry you?

Yeah, it worries me.
But he's a grown man.

He can take care
of himself.

What about his mother?

She died about
four years ago.

Now I'm the only
family Dimitri has.

Look, he's a good kid.

He did some drugs awhile back,
but he's straightened out.

He couldn't
kill anybody.

Anybody else
in here know him?

Well, most of the guys do. Uh... You know,
Bryan there probably knows him best.

Would you happen to have any
recent photos of Dimitri?

Oh, yeah.
Up in my office.

(GRUNTS)

(ANIMAL-LIKE SNORTS)

NICK: Looking good.
(SNARLS)

What the hell?

Yeah, I have that
effect on some people.

(WEIGHTS CLATTER)

Really? You don't
have to go there now.

I'm here for
another reason.

I think I can take you.
Listen to me.

I've got a double murder. I want
you to answer some questions.

So you can either answer
them or, you know...

I can let you cool off in
jail for a couple of days.

Sorry. Okay?

I just got a little worked up
when I saw you. That's all.

All right.

So, where can I find
Dimitri Skontos?

I don't know. Last time I saw
him was a couple of weeks ago.

He came in, we worked out,
then he went for a run.

This photo was
taken last month.

Yeah. Yeah, we threw a party
for Dimitri getting paroled.

Where do you guys run?

Forest Park.

All the guys
here run there.

Where?
I'll show you.

I'm getting ready to go for a run now.
You two can follow me.

That is, if you can keep up.
(LAUGHS)

Oh, to be young.

(SIGHS)

Now, this is
a good place to run.

It's cool up here.
The air is clean.

Not too many people around,
so you can clear your head.

And what's
your usual route?

You're looking at it.
I usually do about 10 miles,

a couple of hours' worth.
Up and around Trapper's Peak.

Why? You coming?

HANK: Have fun.

All right.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING
ON HEADPHONES)

NICK: So how long do you think
it would take us to do 10 miles?

Depends on
how fast we drive.

The murder site is
only six miles from here.

And that's
significant why?

Well, he could have come from
here to commit the murders.

That's horse manure.

Hey, it's as good
a theory as we have.

No. Over there.

More horses.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Well, it's not exactly evidence
I want to present in court.

Griffin. Yeah.
The address?

Yeah, I know
where it is. Thanks.

Patrol found Dimitri's car near an
abandoned warehouse in Linnton.

They're sitting on it
until we get there.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC FADES OUT)

Welcome to paradise.

You always take us
to the best places.

Okay. So, we've got
an abandoned '91 Acura,

registered to one
Dimitri Skontos.

Gone over by the local scavengers.
There's not much left.

Engine's gone, tires are gone,
radio's gone, seats are gone.

They left some beer
bottles in the back.

Empty-

And they took
the steering wheel.

No bodies or blood?
Negative.

Better have it gone over,
just for old times' sake.

Just waiting for you to
give it your blessing, sir.

NICK: That guy's
checking us out.

Where?

Building. He just
went back inside.

If he was here last night,
he might have seen something.

It's worth asking. We're not going
to get anything from Dimitri's car.

Okay. Where did he go?

Oh, we've got
some blood here.

HANK: Hey! Police!
Anybody here?

Well, there was someone here.
I saw him.

There's more blood. Hey, call forensics.
We'll keep looking.

HANK: Oh, man.

A whole mess of blood
and weird-ass symbols.

NICK: The lettering
looks Latin.

HANK: Looks like
some kind of arena.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Yeah. For something bloody.

Cockfights?

That would be some
pretty big chickens.

Yeah, and wearing
some big shoes.

Or maybe some kind of
bare knuckle fighting.

That's a lot of blood
for bare knuckle fighting.

NICK: Maybe they're using
more than their fists.

You have any idea
what these symbols are?

HANK: It's not any taggers or
gang signs I've ever seen.

HANK: Part of a morning star.

Medieval weapon.

There's some pretty sick
stuff going on in here.

HANK: Looks like the strap
we found outside the house.

FRANCO: Hey, guys,
over here! He's running!

I caught him.
For about two seconds.

What happened to you? He
had something in his hand.

I don't know what
it was, but it hurt.

We better get you
checked out. Come on.

That son of a bitch is fast.

I'm okay.

(RAP MUSIC PLAYING)

(SCREAMS)

(YELLING)

(PHONE RINGING)

HANK: Crossbows.
Morning stars. Whips.

Good God.

So, we're dealing with some
kind of combat fighting.

Like a gladiator fight club.

And who signs up for that?

Friends, Romans
and countrymen.

So, how does
Dimitri's car end up

down by an abandoned
warehouse in Linnton?

He's a boxer. We found
evidence of a fight.

So how does Dimitri end up in
the woods, killing two people?

And who in the hell
speaks Latin?

(SPEAKING LATIN)

"Man's first happiness
is to know how to die.

"His second is to be
forced to die."

I took a bit of Latin
back in high school.

I thought I was
going to be a doctor.

So who the hell
are these people?

We don't know. We found a leather
strap at the murder site,

and a similar piece of
leather at the warehouse

where we believe
a fight was held.

It looks like they're
using ancient weapons.

And based on the amount of blood,
I'd say it's pretty brutal.

We just got a lab report back which
matches blood found on the strap

with blood found
at the fight.

That's Dimitri Skontos' blood, our
prime suspect in the murders.

Do we know how this all
ties together yet?

Not until we find out
who is behind this fight.

All right. Now, our best
lead is tracking down

whoever owns
that warehouse.

Good.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

(GRUNTS)

What the hell
is your problem?

You're my problem. Your little blood
sport has gotten out of hand.

We had one escape.
We caught him.

After he murdered
two people.

Not a perfect world.

You screwed up.

You know what happens when
they get a taste of it.

(WHISTLES, LAUGHS)

We had an agreement.
I gave you a list.

There were specific
names on it.

You were not to
deviate from it.

Dimitri Skontos
was not on that list.

He was on my list.

(GRUNTS)

You have no list.
There is only my list,

in my canton,
under my conditions.

Gangbangers and meth addicts
don't make good fighters.

They don't even
know how to die.

Where is
the sport in that?

So you decided to pick
one of your ex-cons

out on parole with
family in this city.

He's exceptional.
He's won six straight fights.

He loves
the taste of blood.

The purse is the largest
it's ever been.

You'll get your tribute I
don't care about the money.

Shut it down.

Before your greed and
stupidity ruin us both.

I don't know if
it's your call anymore.

There's too much
money involved.

Times have changed,
Your Highness.

Royalty ain't
what it used to be.

(GRUNTS)

You're right. In the old days, I would
have had you drawn and quartered.

Now, clean up this mess.
Or I'll clean it up for you.

You and I are in this together,
whether you like it or not,

so I'd be more careful
on how you treat me.

(CAR ARRIVES)
(ENGINE STOPS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(KNOCKING ON THE DOOR)

MONROE: Nick, it's me.

No, no, no. It's cool.
I took care of it, man.

I did what you said. I went
around my block three times.

Once through the park, down through
the northeast, I took one trolley,

and another one, you know, back to my car.
Okay. I get it.

I get it.
Thank you for coming.

MONROE: No.
Dude, thank you.

I mean, I know what you must have gone
through to confide in me about this,

and then to let me in
here by myself. I mean...

Actually, I guess it took a Siegbarste
beating the crap out of you.

But, dude,
this place is like...

The National Archives.

Or the freaking Smithsonian
of Grimmology.

I mean, just the sheer historical
value of everything in here is...

Really. Nothing I would ever
share with anyone else, ever.

So.

What do you
need from me?

What do you know
about Lowen?

Ah. Well, I know they'll rip
your face off and then eat it.

I know that.

Yeah, well, what about, uh...
Combat fighting?

Oh, you're talking
about gladiator Lowen.

They are fierce.

They're fueled by
generations of bitterness.

You know? Just imagine, one day,
you're king of your own jungle, right,

minding your own business,

and suddenly, you're in a net, being dragged
off to Rome and thrown in a gladiator pit.

Could these fights
be happening today?

Oh... I don't know.
I mean...

Fighting for sport
isn't unique to Wesen.

If there's money in it, I'm sure they could
be pulling that gladiator crap today.

Okay, what...
What if a Lowen

was capturing other Wesen
and forcing them to fight?

Look. A hundred years ago, there was always
a Wesen disappearing from some hamlet.

You know? But nowadays,
I don't know...

If these fights
were happening today

how could I find out
more about them?

I don't know, man.
Lowen keep to themselves.

The pride mentality.

But I do know a guy
who knows a guy who's

like, marginally into
the fight thing. I could...

Wow!

Can you imagine getting hit
with one of these?

That's got to be
a bell ringer.

(CROWD CHEERING)
(WEAPONS CLANGING)

(GRUNTS)

(YELLS)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(GROWLING)

Die!

MAN IN CROWD:
Finish him, come on!

(ROARING)

(ROARING)

(TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

(PINBALL MACHINE
SOUND EFFECTS PLAYING)

Sauly here?

SAULY: Yeah. Yeah, okay.

No. No, no, no, no, no.
Seven to four.

Yeah. Yeah, okay.
You're covered.

MAN ON PHONE: You know I'm good
for it AH right, beautiful.

You Sauly?

(LAUGHS) I'm on the phone.

A buddy of mine says you
can find me some action.

Don't know what
you're talking about.

Yeah, yeah. Sorry.
Sorry. I'm back.

MAN: All right, good. Just make sure
you take care of that last one.

(GROWLING)
(WHIMPERING)

All right, all right. Look. I've got, uh...
Pigskin, hoops.

Got a line on a greyhound.
Five to three.

100% guaranteed return.

For you, on the house.
No juice.

I don't bet on dogs. I'm
looking for real competition.

Something with
a little more, um...

Life and death to it.

What makes you think I've got
that kind of thing to offer?

Word is you track
the hardcore stuff.

You're talking Lowen games.

I don't cover them.

MONROE: Bet you
know who does.

Be here by 6:00.

Someone will meet you, give
you directions to the fight.

It's tonight.
That's all I know.

What about a bet?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

They'll take care
of you at ringside.

Of course.

(PHONE RINGING)

What have you got? MONROE:
I've got a line on a fight.

It's tonight.
Where?

I don't know. I'm supposed
to meet some guy at 6:00.

Yeah. And he's
going to tell me where.

As soon as you find out where
the fight is, call me.

I'll take it
from there.

You don't want me to go? O

I did a little boxing
in college, you know.

This is way too dangerous.
Just call me, okay?

Okay. No. Fine. If that's
the way you want it.

I've got a line on the
owner of that warehouse.

Died years ago.
The place is in probate.

The city is trying
to get rid of it,

but nobody's
taking responsibility.

Abandoned warehouse,
nobody around.

The perfect place
for a fight.

That's what I'm thinking.

Did you guys interview a Bryan Cooney
in connection with the Weller murders?

Yeah, we talked to him
yesterday at the gym.

He was a friend
of Dimitri Skontos.

Well, a missing persons report was
filed on Bryan late last night.

The last place you saw
him was at the gym?

No. Forest Park.

He was going for a run in the last
place Dimitri was known to have gone.

Well, Bryan's car was found abandoned by
that warehouse where the fight was held.

Where we found
Dimitri's car.

Bryan and Dimitri both have the
same parole officer, right?

Leo Taymor.
Well, we didn't know

Bryan was out on parole, but we
talked to Taymor about Dimitri.

Now, Bryan is missing.

You need to talk
to Taymor again.

He might know more
than he's telling us.

Nick can follow up on Bryan's car.
I'll talk to Taymor.

Be careful the way
you handle this.

Taymor works for the Department of Corrections.
So my advice to you...

You visit him at home.
All right?

Let me know
what you find out.

If I'd known they were going
to dump another vehicle,

I would have just
slept here last night.

Same M.O. Both guys went
running in Forest Park.

Both guys wind up missing.
(PHONE RINGING)

So I guess they just dumped the cars
down here to keep you offtrack.

Yeah, Burkhardt.

Hey, I'm freezing
my tail off out here.

They've got me waiting off the St.
Helene Highway, but nobody's here.

So, what do you
want me to do?

St. Helene Highway?
Near Linnton?

Oh, no, wait a minute.
Here comes somebody.

Yeah, looks like a truck pulling
some kind of horse trailer.

A horse trailer? Monroe.

You've got to get out of
there right now. Why?

(GRUNTS) Monroe? Stay with the car.
I've got to go.

Monroe. Monroe?
(GROANING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVVING)

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

Put your hands where I can see them!
Get the hell out.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot me.
(GRUNTS)

Where did they
take him? Tell me.

Take it easy.
I'll tell you.

(METAL CLANGING)

MONROE: I was trying to make a bet, man.
(GASPING)

You've got the wrong guy.
I am not a fighter.

(METAL CLANGING)

What the hell?

(HEAVY BREATHING) Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no. Guys.

No, no. No, no.
(GRUNTS)

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. Guys.

This is never going to work. I am
not the Blutbad you think I am.

We'll find out
soon enough.

Think about the fight.
Better get ready. Guys?

Hey, hey, hey.
Guys! Guys!

(METAL CLANGING)

(MAN GROANING)

Oh, man,
you don't look so good.

Are you one
of the fighters?

I mean, that's what's
going on here, right?

(GROANING)

What's the problem? You got
something stuck in your hand?

Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy, all right?
I've been there.

When life's not treating you so good,
you blame the first guy you see.

But it seems to me we're kind
of in the same boat here.

We should be working together, planning
on how to get the hell out of here.

(CRUNCHING)

What is wrong
with your hand, dude?

Your hand.

You got something
in it or what?

Let me take a look.
Maybe I can help.

I know a little first aid.
Really. Scouts, man.

Let me take a look.

I'm not going to
hurt you. Okay.

Oh, buddy, that is nasty No
wonder you're a little touchy.

All right. Now, let me just see
if I can get a hold of it.

Oh, one quick thing This
is probably going to hurt.

(SCREAMS)

No idea how
that got in there?

But it's out now.

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

Um... As appetizing as that might
have looked to me at one time,

I'm... I'm sort of doing a no meat thing.
So, if we could...

(SNARLING)

(EATING NOISILY)

Wait a minute.
What kind of meat...

...has a tattoo?

(INDISTINCT YELLING)

Ah! We've wanted a Blutbad for
our games for quite a while.

And thanks to Sauly,
we've got one.

MONROE: Don't thank
that little ferret so fast.

I'm not going to fight.

LEO: Oh, you can fight.

Or you can die.
It's entirely up to you.

But you're getting
in the ring.

Get him ready.

And, just in case you're thinking about
fighting before you get in the ring?

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
(CRYING OUT)

(SCREAMING)

(GROWLING)

(SNARLING)

(SCREAMING)

That's the spirit.

(LAUGHS)

Mr. Taymor.
It's Detective Griffin.

Leo Taymor.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Leo Taymor.

(HORSE SNORTING)

(BATS SQUEAKING)
(SCREAMS)

(GASPING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Yeah. Where are you? HANK: In a
tack room at Taymor's house.

Found some horses
and a whole lot of weapons

for some nasty
hand-to-hand.

NICK: What about Taymor?
HANK: Not here.

Where are you? I'm about three
miles up Jordan Creek Road.

At a barn at the end
of the road.

Monroe got a lead
on a fight tonight.

How?
Some bookie he knows.

My guess is
Taymor is there.

I'm coming to you.
NICK: Bring backup.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(CONTINUES SPEAKING)

(SPEAKING LATIN)

Dimitri!

(CROWD CHEERING)

I wish to hell I knew
what that meant.

(SPEAKING LATIN)

Dude. Hang on, man.

I'm the guy who pulled the thing
out of your hand. Remember?

We've got no beef.

Oh, crap!

(SNARLING)

(METAL CLANGING)

(GRUNTING)

(MONROE GROANING)

(MONROE GRUNTING)

(MAN YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

NICK: Fight's over.
Let him go.

(GROWLING)
Leo.

That's an appropriate name
for a Lowen. Monroe?

(GROANING)

A Grimm. Unbelievable.

Monroe, get out of there.

He stays. This is
a fight to the death.

Yeah? If it is, it's
going to be your death.

Go ahead. Shoot. Today is a
good day to die with honor...

(CROWD CHEERING)

...amongst my brothers who won't
hesitate to take revenge.

The privilege of leaving the Lowen games
alive belongs only to the champion.

Those are the rules.

One more step,
and he dies.

(GROWLS)

We're both going to die.

But the Blutbad dies first.

(GROANS)

Stop. I'll fight in the
Blutbad's place for both of us.

LEO: Wait.

You said the privilege of leaving
alive belongs to the champion.

Uh-huh.

We don't allow guns.

And why should
l trust you?

You shouldn't. But you don't
really have a choice, do you?

Give me the gun. Get in the ring.
Or the Blutbad dies.

(SIGHS)

(LAUGHING)

We have a new challenger.
Hey.

NICK: Get off me.

And this one is going to be
a very special contestant.

(LAUGHING)

(CHEERING)

(SNARLS)

Oh, dude.

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

But that's not
why you're here.

No.

I have an issue with
a fellow parishioner.

He has lost respect.

So, we have one
who has strayed.

I'm afraid so.

You have made an attempt
to return him to the fold?

I have. But he no longer
fears the sword.

Here or hereafter.

Sometimes, the lost lamb
is the most important to God.

Is he beyond redemption?

Unfortunately.

So, you don't need
my forgiveness.

No. I need your wrath.

When?
Now.

Give me a few minutes
to get changed.

As it was before...

So shall it be again.

(LEO SPEAKING
FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

You're crazy, Nick.

Well, maybe
that will help.

All right. What are his weaknesses?
He doesn't have any.

Hank is coming here
with backup.

I just need to buy
a little bit of time.

This isn't going to
take that long.

(SPEAKING LATIN)

MONROE: Oh, man.
All right. Here we go.

Listen to me. No, no, no.
That's your shield.

You are going to have to
dig deep within yourself

and, like, pull up the
history of your ancestors.

And I mean
all of them, man.

Bring it. And just do
whatever you have to do.

Because whatever they've
done to that guy over there

has removed
any shred of humanity.

You are dealing
with pure killer.

Oh, wait. Wait. One more thing.
His right hand is weak.

Okay? You can do this.

I hope.

That's it!

(SNARLING)

(GRUNTS)

(SIRENS WAILING)

That's it, Nick.
You've got him.

You've got him.

Dimitri. I'm not your enemy.
I don't want to kill you.

What happened
to a fair fight?

Hey, man. I just wanted to say thanks
for saving my life back there.

Yeah, for however
long that lasts.

Here it comes.
Bring it on!

Don't say that.

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

HANK: Police!
Move out of the way.

That's my cue.
Yeah.

Everybody,
down on your knees!

POLICEMAN 2:
Get on your knees now!

Go!

You okay?
NICK: Yeah.

Who's that?
It's Dimitri Skontos.

Is he alive?
Yeah, he's breathing.

Where's Taymor?

I don't know.
I think he got away.

POLICEMAN:
Come on. Keep moving.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?
NICK: Hey, honey.

I'm on my way home.
I hope it's not too late.

No. No, it's okay.

Okay. I'll be home
in a few.

Love you.
Okay.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

You did this.

And you're going to pay!

Well, one of us is.

(SNARLING)

(SCREAMS)

(VICIOUS SNARLING)