Grimm (2011–2017): Season 2, Episode 20 - Kiss of the Muse - full transcript

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Ooh, ow!

It's nothing.
It's just a cat scratch.

I've had a million of 'em.

I'm not going to the doctor
for a cat scratch.

I'm not going to the doctor
for a cat scratch.

Your life could be in danger.

Nick, that's ridiculous.

You don't understand
what she is.

What is she?

She's an attractive,
successful woman.

You saved her life once.

What do you suddenly have
against her now?

And what aren't you telling me?

Did you have some sort
of a relationship with her?

- No.
- Then what is it?

She's a witch, okay?

You don't know
what's going on here.

You're going to the doctor.

Morning.

You went shopping already?

You bet.
Shemanski park outdoor market.

The true epicure
always does his shopping

while the farmers set up.

Hey, what are you doing
for dinner?

That depends on work.
Why?

Well, I scored
these primo veggie steaks.

If I know when you're coming,
I'll defrost an extra.

- Veggie steaks?
- They're excellent.

You know, a little ponzu?
Cruelty-free.

How can I say "no" to that?

- All right.
- Hank, you back?

Yeah.
I'm leaving now.

I'll meet you
at Fuller's coffee shop.

Great.

Hey, I cannot wait
for those veggie steaks.

8:00 sharp.

Okay.

So what happened to you?

Ziplining in kauai.

Landed a little too
enthusiastically

and tore my achilles.

Man what'd the doctor say?

Actually, he was very adamant.

"Let your partner do
all the work."

As if I don't already.

So you were
zip-lining alone?

Well, not exactly.

You remember Nadine?
Ex-wife Nadine?

Yeah. I took her.

It was kind of an experiment.
Whew.

You know, we still have
a lot in common.

I didn't see that one coming.

Yeah, I know.
Neither did I.

Um, so what'd I miss?

The usual.

The devil.
A couple of space aliens.

Yeah.

I don't think
that was a backfire.

No. You go.
I'll call it in.

Police!
Let me through!

Move!

- You love me.
- Let go, Anton!

Khloe, we have
to get out of here now.

Now! Come on, baby.

Anton, please.

You're mine, Khloe.

No! Anton, let go of me!

Let her go!

Get out!

Khloe!

This is Burkhardt,
I'm in foot pursuit

of an armed suspect
at Nolen's books

on northwest first and Davis.

Uhh!

Heard the suspect
took a div-yeah. The river.

- Alive or dead?
- I don't know.

But if he came up,
it was not where I could see it.

Well, you have that look.

- He's wesen.
- So he could've stayed under.

Maybe.

Divers are searching now.

So this is the Vic?
Evan Childs?

Yeah, he was the writer.
It was his book signing.

What about the girl?
I think she knew the shooter.

She does.

According to her,
and by "her" I mean.

Khloe Sedgwick, age 30,
girlfriend of the Vic.

She said the shooter's name
is Anton Cole.

We're running down
his place of residence.

She say how she knew him?

Well,
he's an ex-boyfriend.

So we're talking
crime of passion.

- That'd be my guess.
- All right.

Let's talk to her.

Follow me.

How long have you known
Anton Cole?

Uh, a little over two years.

We... we broke up
about six months ago.

That's when you started
seeing Mr. Childs?

Yeah, I guess.

Were you seeing both
at the same time?

No, I don't do that.

Anton, he just...
he wouldn't let go.

He kept calling and wanting
to get back together.

And then, Evan started getting
pretty upset.

And then Anton started
showing up at my house

saying that Evan
wasn't good enough for me,

but that he was.

And did you report
any of this to the police?

You don't understand.

Why don't you tell us?

This is gonna sound
pretty terrible,

but guys fall for me
pretty easily.

And when they do, they just...
they don't stop,

and it can get
really oppressive.

I-I don't mean
to sound conceited.

It's just the way that it is.

If it hadn't have been
for you...

He would've killed me.

Thank you.

Uh...

You're gonna be okay.

But you haven't found him yet.

Well, not yet,
but we'll put an officer

in front of your house
until we do.

If he contacts you, call me.

Are you going
to wash that hand?

What are you talking about?

Give me a break.

Hey, got a 20 on Anton's place
of residence,

a loft in the southeast.

He was such a gentle soul
and so talented.

He broke up with his girlfriend,
and it kinda tore him up.

And, well, he kept to himself
after that.

And when he would come over,
what would you talk about?

Mostly about his art
and Khloe, his girlfriend.

He said she was
his inspiration.

I thought
that was very romantic.

But personally, I think
he gave her way too much credit.

But I guess that's love, right?

Well, thank you for your help.
We'll take a look around now.

Well, call me if you need me.
I'll be downstairs.

Search team just reported in.

Anton's body
has not been found.

Doesn't mean
he's not way downriver.

But...
It's the "but" that scares me.

Clear!

Clear!

In my humble opinion,
it seems this guy

was sort of obsessed

and maybe a little out
of his mind with Ms. Sedgwick.

You think?

Interestingly,
his style seems to range

from impressionistic
to "WTF."

Better take a look at this.

A pre-illustrated crime
of passion.

I guess
that proves premeditation.

- Juliette.
- Nick!

I'm glad I got you.

Yeah, I'm in the middle
of an investigation.

Oh.
I'm sorry.

This'll really
just take a second.

Look, I-I know this might seem
a little bit out of nowhere,

but could you come over
for dinner tonight?

Yeah, sure.
Is there a problem?

No, not...
not at all.

I just thought it would be nice
if we could talk.

Okay.
What time?

- Around 8:00?
- All right.

8:00.
I'll see you then.

Great.
I will see you then.

You doing something
with Juliette?

Yeah, I guess
we're having dinner.

What, things
are getting better?

If they are, nobody told me.

Nick.

Nick.

- Yeah?
- Let's go.

I got a date
with physical therapy.

I'll check with you after.

Is that Anton?

Yeah.

I didn't get
a very good look at him,

but this is pretty much
what I saw before he ran.

Yeah, wish we could put that
on an apb.

I'm not sure that would help.

Say hi to Juliette.

Hope dinner goes well.

Yeah, me too.

Hey, Detective.

- Any problems?
- No.

She's inside.
Nobody in, nobody out.

- Who is it?
- It's Detective Burkhardt.

It's okay.
You can open the door.

Sorry to bother you.

Just needed to do
a little follow-up.

Come on in.

Let me just go put
some clothes on.

- Good evening.
- Hey, Monroe, it's Juliette.

Juliette! How are ya?

Pretty good.
Just making a little dinner.

Yeah, me too.

Listen, the reason I'm calling
is I wanted to talk to you

before Nick got here.

Nick's coming over
to your place?

- Yeah, I'm making his dinner.
- Hold on.

You're making dinner
for you and Nick?

Yeah.

I, you know,
I wanted to talk to him

about some of the things
that have been happening lately.

And I thought dinner
would be...

well, that's not important.

But before he gets here, I...

I just wanted to know
if he has said anything to you

about our relationship or...

Yours and mine?
No, me and Nick.

I'm just a...
I'm a little nervous.

I wish I knew how he felt.

Well, he's been waiting

for something like this
for kind of a long time.

So I guess you're just gonna
have to, you know,

get into it
and see where it goes.

Yeah, you're right.
You're right.

Thank you... that's exactly
what I needed to hear.

Thanks, Monroe.
Good luck.

Thanks.
Bye.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

What was it you wanted
to talk to me about?

We haven't found Anton yet.

Then he's still alive.

We have to proceed as if he is.

You didn't have
to come all the way here

to tell me that...
you could've just called.

That's not why I'm here.

You ever seen this?

Uh, no.

That's Anton's work.
I know that.

It seems as though Anton

has been planning this
for a long time.

We found this in his loft.

When was the last time
you were there?

Couple of months ago.

You were the subject
of a number of his paintings.

Do you model for him?
Yes.

But I've done that for others.

That's how I get
all this artwork.

I never could've
afforded it otherwise.

So you have a thing
for artists?

I have a thing for people
who see the world differently.

I inspire them.

Yeah? How?

It's kind of hard to explain.

Well, why don't you try?

Okay.

That's how it starts,

but it's never how it ends.

It's just...
Something that happens.

It's not something
that can be controlled.

It's not something
that should be controlled.

I never force myself on them.

They want me, Aney need me.

That doesn't always end well.

Mm, a lot of the great artists

died young
and violently, half-mad.

But I doubt that any of them
would trade their fame

for banality and a longer life.

So how do you choose them?

I guess it's a talent,

a drive, passion,

like what I sense in you.

I'm not an artist.

Maybe you just
don't know it yet.

There's something that's just
deeply powerful about you.

I don't know what it is,
but I'm drawn to it.

Does that scare you?

- Should it?
- Only you can answer that.

What scares you?

What might happen if you stay.

I shouldn't have done that.

- I'm not gonna hurt you.
- I know what you are.

Look, it was a mistake, okay?

You need to go.
Khloe, I'm here to help you.

You don't have to be
afraid of me.

Burkhardt.

So you're having dinner
with Juliette?

- Monroe?
- Yep.

With two defrosted
primo veggie steaks.

Ring a dinner bell?

Oh, my God.

I'm supposed to be
at Juliette's.

Yeah.
She called.

That's when I began to suspect

you might not be showing up,

unless you're planning
on having two dinners tonight.

I'm in the middle
of an investigation right now.

I'll call you back.
All right.

I have to go.

Lock the door behind me.

Sorry, I'm late.

I was getting
a little worried,

I thought maybe
you changed your mind.

No, just got held up on a case.

That's okay.
Um, I'm just glad you're here.

Come in.

The place looks great.

I didn't change anything.

Um, look, dinner's
a little cold,

so why don't I warm it up?

So...

What did you want
to talk to me about?

Oh.

Right to the point.
Okay.

Um, I guess no reason not to.

If it hadn't been for you...

Well, things are starting

to get clearer for me.

"Clearer" might not be
the best word for it,

whatever it is.

You know, I know that I've been
treating you unfairly

these last few weeks,

and I just want to say
I'm sorry.

Nick?

I guess it's a talent,

a drive, a passion.

Like what I sense in you...
Nick?

Yeah?

I'm trying to apologize.

For what?

For how things
have been going between us,

and... How I've been
treating you.

I thought I was losing my mind.

You know,
for all intents and purposes,

I was losing my mind.

But maybe that's what it took,

because my memories of you
are coming back.

Nick.

- Maybe not neatly...
- Nick.

Or logically,
but I do want you to know

that I'm starting
to remember you

and things that we did together
and things I felt.

Look, I-I know
it's a lot of...

after everything
we've been through...

Really a lot for me.

Don't you want to say anything?

Nick.

Did you hear what I just said?

I'm sorry.
What?

Look, I-I'm feeling
a little off tonight.

I, uh, think
work might be starting

to get to me a little.

Okay, m-maybe this just
wasn't a good time.

Yeah, you're probably right.

Thanks.

Let's talk soon.

Nick?

You home already?

- Yeah.
- Oh, man.

I hope you didn't come
for a second dinner.

You know, I was just joking
about that.

And I, um...
I kinda ate both veggie steaks.

So how'd it go?

I mean, she made it sound like

this is gonna be
sort of an important dinner.

- We didn't eat.
- Ooh.

You went over to her house
for dinner,

and you didn't eat.

You must've had a lot
to talk about.

Not really.

Well, let me
just say, "huh."

It was supposed to be
the big moment, you know?

She's remembering you.

She invites you over to talk.

Wha... What do you want?

It's not about me
wanting anything.

I'm just trying to be,
you know, supportive.

Why?

I mean, does my personal life
interest you that much?

Excuse me?

Look...

We didn't eat,
and we didn't talk.

What more do you need to know?

I don't need to know anything

except why are you acting
like this?

Look, I don't understand this.

I don't need to be grilled
when I get home.

You know,
I do enough of that at work.

Grilled?

Is that what you think
I'm doing?

Let me just say
a couple of hours ago,

I was indeed doing
some grilling...

or broiling actually...

for a dinner you committed to.

Oh, my God, do you want me

to pay you
for the veggie steaks?

No, I don't want you to...

that is so beside the point.

For months, you have been dying

for Juliette to remember you.

And now, she finally does,

and you don't even...

I mean, forgive me
if I'm a little flummoxed.

What, you're...
you're done talking now?

You're just... you know,
you're gonna go to bed, or...

Oh, you're leaving.

That's interesting.
Where are you going?

You might wanna start
looking into

getting your own life.

I think you need
to start looking

into getting your own house.

Hello?
Just be honest with me.

Does Nick hate me?
I, um, don't know, actually.

I mean, he just got here,
and then he left.

And he wasn't
in a very good mood.

What happened when he came over
to your place?

I made us dinner.
And then, I started talking.

And then, everything
just sort of fell apart.

And then he just left.

Maybe something's
going on at work.

I don't know.
Let me call Hank.

I'll call you back.
Okay.

- Griffin.
- Hey, Hank, it's Monroe.

Is something going on
with Nick at work?

Why?

You know he was supposed
to have dinner at Juliette's?

- Didn't he?
- No.

And then he comes over here,

and I, like, asked him
how it went.

And he tells me to get a life,
and then he leaves.

That doesn't sound like him.

I mean, he hasn't said
anything to me.

I mean, maybe he's got something
going on we don't know about.

Let me see what I can find out.

Yeah?

Hey, I just got back
to the precinct.

Where are you?
Down at the bent brick.

Just what the doctor
didn't order.

I'm on my way.
Save me a beer.

You saw one of those?

When?

- A few hours ago.
- Something I should know about?

I don't know what she is.

- Anybody I know?
- It's the witness.

Wait, Khloe Sedgwick?
You went back and saw her again?

That is awesome.

Who is that?
Is that, like, a little elf?

Are you a comic book artist?
Are you famous?

Are you someone
that I should know?

I bet you are.

Dude, my girlfriend freaks out
about Sci-Fi stuff.

She loves it.
Let me see it...

hey!
Leave it alone, man.

Whoa.
I-it's fine.

I'm not gonna hurt it.

I'm just gonna show it to her.

She's right over here.
It's not even gonna get damaged.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Take it easy.

Let's not make a mistake here.

Now, just calm down.

II am calmed down.

That guy just punched me
for no reason.

Hey, Nick, why don't you just
head outta here, go on home?

I got this.

Okay, what, you're just
gonna let him go?

You let him just walk out?
You're just... you're a cop.

You're supposed
to arrest people.

And you've had a little bit
more than you can handle.

Unless you wanna spend a night
in a drunk tank,

I suggest you sit down
and shut up.

- I've never seen one.
- Me neither.

Nick really hit somebody
in a bar over this?

I didn't believe it, either.

I mean, the guy was drunk.

And Nick told him to back off,

but still,
it was a little over the top.

That's the way he was here...
over the top.

So if neither of you
know what this is,

how do we find out
what we're dealing with?

What?

So this is
aunt Marie's trailer.

Yep.
This is it.

Wow.

Wow, this is
some really rare stuff.

Yeah, there's some pretty
rare stuff in here,

but we need to begin
with these.

This is where the books
come from.

Among other things.

Yeah, it's a veritable museum
of wesen-ology,

chronicling the grimms
proud tradition

of hunting and beheading
people like us.

Oh.

Nice to know.

So we're looking for...

Somebody who looks like this.

Oh, my God.
This is awful.

Musai.
What?

That's what she is.

Right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

It's right here.

It's all in German, of course.

Listen to this.
This was written in 1888.

"I was called in by an artist
acquaintance of mine

"whose name is Gauguin.

"The night before,
he had been accosted

"with a razor blade
by another artist friend of his

"by the name of Van Gogh.

"Gauguin is worried
that his friend is under

"the pernicious influence
of a prostitute.

"He assigned me the task
of discovering

"what kind of witch
this Rachel was.

"I was loathe to discover

"that this trollop
was no hexenbiest

"but a Musai.

"And although she may have been

"Van Gogh's greatest inspiration
for some time,

her influence was starting
to take its toll..."

"Causing him to cut off
his own ear.

"I returned the favor,

"and instead of taking off
her clothes,

of course,
I took off her head."

Van Gogh, huh?

I mean, I'm just reading
what's here.

But...

Um...

"The kiss of the Musai
is as euphoric and addictive

"as any narcotic known to man.

"And once begun,
the relationship...

Always ends in madness,
destruction, and death."

Hold on, hold on.
Okay.

It may not be that bad
after all, yeah.

"None of this will happen as
long as she hasn't kissed him."

What?

I saw her kiss his hand.

And, man, who knows
what happened

when he went
over there tonight.

By the way,
anybody know where Nick is?

You're in the same clothes
as last night,

you make it home?

That's not my home.

- You make it to bed?
- Last night's a bit of a blur.

You all right?

I would be if you stopped
interrogating me.

Fair enough.

Look, Nick, I've been doing
a little research

on that drawing
you made of Khloe.

I think I found out
what she is.

- Yeah, what?
- A Musai.

So what, you think
you're a Grimm now?

I've, uh, got something
to show you.

Happened last night.
Captain.

Yeah?

This is from 9:30 P.M.
last night.

By the time the officers
responded to the alarm,

he was long gone, but it's
our shooter, Anton Cole.

- So he's alive?
- No doubt about it.

Why break into a paint store?

Oh, I think it has something
to do with Khloe Sedgwick.

- Why?
- Oh, just a hunch.

You know what those are.

Police report
from three years ago.

Composer by the name
of Max fisher

was committed to an asylum
after a mental breakdown.

That was after he attacked
a sculptor

by throwing acid on his face.

Guess who he was seeing
at the time?

Khloe Sedgwick.

And according to this, she was
also dating the sculptor.

Suicide from five years ago.

Novelist named Ellis Harlan
hung himself

after his girlfriend left him.

- And the girlfriend was...
- Khloe Sedgwick.

She must be quite a woman.

Hey, just got a vandalism call
from downtown.

Think I know what our shooter
did with all that paint.

You might want to join us
for this one, sir.

The Musai's lips secrete
a kind of psychotropic substance

for which there's
no medicinntidote.

What?

There's gotta be
something, right?

Oh, wait, wait.

Mm.
Nothing.

So what? It's the proverbial
kiss of death?

Obsessive desire can be
confused with love.

Whatever this is,
it ain't love.

No, but it probably feels
like it.

I think the only way
to break an obsession like this

is with the real thing.

- Juliette.
- Oh, hey.

I was hoping
I would find you here.

Hey, what's wrong?

I need to go back
to the trailer.

Really?
The trailer again?

After what happened
the last time,

you sure that's such
a good idea?

Good or not,
I-I need to go.

Okay.
Um...

Um, we're sort of busy
right now, but I could...

No.

- No?
- I just need the key, Monroe.

I need to go alone.

Whatever happened the night
that Nick brought me there

is clearly really important.

And in order for me
to understand

what's going on right now,
I have to try to reconnect

with what happened then.

She's right.
You should let her.

Uh, well, I think...

I should let her too.

Okay.

Wish me luck,
or... Whatever.

Our killer might be
a psychopath and all that,

and I'm not saying
I'm a fan or anything,

but you gotta give him
some credit.

Anton's got an eye.
No one saw him do this?

- Not at 2:00 in the morning.
- Well, even if they did,

street art is not exactly
unheard of in Portland.

Where'd he go?

Nick!

Hey, I can't run him down.
Okay, I'm on it.

We need to talk.

Nick drew it.

Okay, I remember you told me

about something you could do,

some kind of ability
that you had.

Come on, memory.

I know it had something to do
with these books,

these...

From the...

Weird, weird drawings.

What did you tell me?

What did you say to me?

Come on, Nick.

Please help me.
I'm trying.

I am...
I'm really trying here.

You see these books?
You see these books?

You see these books?

They're filled with drawings
made by my ancestors

and others who had the same
ability problem,

whatever you wanna call it.

And the drawings are of wesen,

which is how they like
to refer to themselves.

And that's what I can see,

what the grimms can see.

They're like species
that exist within us.

Well, some of us.

Anyway, there are Blutbaden...

And Bauerschwein...

Fuchsbaus and Eisbibers,
and they're all in these books.

Juliette, really,
I am not making this up.

Really,
I am not making this up.

Detective Griffin.

Hank?
It's Rosalee and Monroe.

- Is Nick with you?
- No.

I was hoping he was with you.

No, he's not at the precinct.

Hank, listen, we found out
more about the Musai.

There's no way
we can break the connection

between her and Nick if
it's already been established,

at least not with anything
I can do.

And Nick is in the wind.

No, he's gonna be going
wherever she is.

And it'll only get worse
if they're together.

So what do we do
when we find them?

Keep him away from her

until we can figure out
what to do.

- Captain.
- Yeah, you find him?

No.
It's Monroe.

He thinks Nick
will be going to her.

All right, call the officer
protecting her house.

I'm going over there.

I'll call you back.

Are you okay?

I don't know.
I feel... Different.

The things that I saw and
the things that I remembered...

So you remembered what happened

the night he took you there?

I think so.
I didn't believe him.

I mean, he told me everything,
but I didn't believe him.

And what about now?

You believe Nick, don't you?

And so do you.

We do.

Yeah, 'cause I just...
I thought he was crazy.

Some things aren't as crazy
as they seem

when you kind of get
to know them.

I need to see him.

I need to tell him
that I believe him.

What... where is he?

Uh...

Officer gates.

This is Detective Griffin.

I'm expecting Detective
Burkhardt to show up there.

Let me know as soon as he does.

He just walked past me
heading for the subject's house.

Captain's on his way.

Do not let
Detective Burkhardt leave.

Yes, sir.

I need you.

You're a Grimm.

It doesn't matter.

You

You have to prove it.

Anton's here.

Where?

Where?

She's mine!

Uhh!

Uhh!

Agh. Uhh.

I can't...

Not as long as he's alive.

Uhh!

Let's go.

No. Khloe...

- Sir, he's handcuffed.
- Nick!

- She's mine!
- Come on, that's enough!

We got him.
You can't have her.

You'll never have her!

Never!
That's enough!

You think you can have her?

No one can!

So, long story short,
it would seem

that the reason
Nick hasn't been himself

with you or me or...
or any of us is because...

Well, because
he's sort of been...

Under the influence
of another woman.

But it's... it's not
necssarily his fault.

She's, well...

- She's...
- Wesen?

What? That's what Nick
was trying to tell me last year.

Yes.

And we think he could be
in a lot of trouble right now.

Is this anything like
what happened to me?

It is...

Except the antidote's
not on the shelf.

Where is it?

It's you.

- We know what you are.
- Really?

And what would that be?
Musai.

Well, if you know that,
then you know

that it's out of my control.

I don't ask for the attention
that men give me.

You don't try very hard
to refuse it.

Well, why would I?
Without me,

they would be nothing.
Without you, they'd be alive.

Whatever you've done to
my Detective, it's gonna stop.

Well, I can't help it.
I was born this way.

You see, the real problem
with your Detective

is that he's a Grimm.

And it's all happening
much faster

because of who he is.

Nick has more power

than I've ever experienced,

and I'm good for him.

You're gonna stop this
right now.

I've never known
how to stop it.

Sir, you wanted to know when
the suspect had been booked?

He's in his cell.

I can't...

Not as long as he's alive.

You have to prove it.

Anton's here.

She didn't give us
many options.

- Yeah, yeah,
one thing's for sure:

We can't let her
anywhere near him.

Oh, what do we do?
Lock him up?

If we have to.
Where is he now?

Hey, look at this.

Hey.

Anybody know where Nick is?

There's something that's just

deeply powerful about you.

It's not something
that can be controlled.

- Don't! Nick...
- I can't.

Nick, I can't protect you
from this.

Nick, stop.
Please listen.

Not as long
as he's alive.

- Juliette is here.
- Does that scare you?

Look at me.

I have a thing for people
who see the world differently.

Think about what you're doing.

Mm, a lot of
the great artists died young

and violently, half-mad.

But I doubt that any of them
would trade their fame

for banality and a longer life.

Please just look at me.

I never
force myself on them.

I inspire them.

Nick, look at me!

- Uhh!
- Open your eyes.

You have to see me, Nick.
Open your eyes.

Juliette.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

I'm here for you,
just like you were there for me.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Really?

Well, this is your lucky day.

I'm gonna let you walk.

And when you do,

you're gonna leave Portland
and never come back.

Because if you do,

there's a part of me
that doesn't wear a badge.

And there's no telling
what he'll do.