Grimm (2011–2017): Season 2, Episode 22 - Goodnight, Sweet Grimm - full transcript

Previously on Grimm.

I have some important
family business to discuss.

It's time we bury old hatchets

and come to an understanding
of the future.

Monroe told me what
you saw at the spice shop.

That was eye-opening.

Just found a death certificate
for Richard Mulpus.

What, so Mulpus died twice?

Lily O'Hare is dead on the scene

Welcome back, mon chere.

And I finally found the
courage to confront him,

"I found that I was dealing with
a Cracher-Mortel."

He was referred to
as "the Baron."

So the Cracher-Mortel
makes zombies.

Think twice before you betray
me, Fraulein Schade.

- You saw her?
- Yes, and she threatened me.

But we want you
and your baby alive.

So very good to see you,
your highness.

You are enjoying
your work here.

Immensely.

How much more time do you need?

It will all be ready
by tomorrow night.

How many have you collected
so far?

- More than enough.
- Ah.

Can I ask you a favor?

But of course.

I would love to see you
do what you do.

Would you show me?

Why not?

Lucas, dear boy!

Just Lucas.

How long have you been with me?
Seven years, sir.

Oof, long enough,
don't you think?

Sir?

That is fantastic!

- It is, isn't it?
- Is he in a lot of pain?

Excruciating.

Let the games begin.

Are you hungry?

Yeah, I could eat.

I could too.
What'd you bring?

I'm just kidding.
I made a bolognese.

Actually, you know,
I'm really not all that hungry.

Me neither.
I think I'm just too nervous.

Yeah, me too.

So, where do I start?

Well, I now know why
you couldn't tell me everything.

I wanted to tell you.

I just didn't know how.

I-I was afraid for you

to see a world that
I didn't fully understand.

And now I'm afraid to push you
into something

that you're not really
prepared for.

Well, it's not as if
you were prepared for it.

And, at least I know I'm okay.

I haven't lost my mind.

And, I know that the world
is a lot more complex

than I could ever

imagine, but...

but what?

But I still love you...

If that even matters now.

I never stopped loving you.

When you were in the coma,
in the hospital

and about to die,
and I knew it was my fault,

how could I know what to do,
Juliette?

Nick, you need to stop talking.

Allez!
Allez, mes amis!

Bon voyage!
Bon voyage!

That was delicious.

You're not just saying that?

No, if I didn't like it
I wouldn't have had two pieces.

But see, that's the problem.

By eating two pieces,
I thought you were trying

to convince me that you loved it
but you really didn't,

so you thought you had
to eat two pieces to prove

to me that you loved it when
you... when you just... you didn't.

That make any sense?

In a sort of circuitous
and very charming way, yes.

Well, Nick's not home, so...

Things are, we can assume,
going well with Juliette.

Yeah, it's great.
It's going great.

And, you know, if Nick doesn't
come home tonight...

maybe we should clean up.

Yeah, well, just...

I'll get your plate.

Let me do that
tomorrow morning.

Oh, you are so hot.

Is this a good time
to send you something?

Yeah.

I found three files
in your brother's desk.

Three different names,
none of which I recognize.

Two of the files have
death certificates,

medical records,
body transport permits,

and passports,
but without photographs.

You now have the only copy.
I'm deleting them.

If I find anything more,
I will let you know.

Thomas Schirach.

Now, what are you doing
for my brother?

Now boarding,
Portland area transit.

Please enter.

Is there anything else
that I can do for you?

Uh,nein.
Danke.

Guten nacht.

Ja.

Danke.

Oh, my God!

I just wanted to say...

and don't take this
the wrong way...

What?

Last night was
the best night of my life.

Really?

I don't suppose you could get
the day off?

I could... If people stopped
killing each other.

Well, what are you doing
for dinner?

No plans.

Yeah you do.
You're coming over.

Burkhardt.

We need to talk.
Something's come up,

and I don't want to get into it
on the phone.

I'm coming in.

You sure you're okay with this?

I am if you are.

Let's just take it
one wesen at a time.

Bye.

Is this a "shut the door"
kind of conversation?

My brother is here in Portland.

Is he some sort of
"your highness"?

He's a prince, and he wields
a lot of power in the family.

And what's he doing here?

Well, he says he's here
to discuss family matters,

but I never believe
a word he says.

You should know that his mother
tried to murder mine, and me.

That would make for
an awkward Christmas.

I wouldn't know.
I was never included.

So your brother is the one
who wants the key.

All the royal families
want the key.

My brother is just
more determined.

He knows how much power it would
give him if he had it.

Any of these men might
be working with my brother.

I don't know much more about
them except for their names.

Now this one...

This is the one
I'm most worried about.

Thomas Schirach.

His file is empty.

Death certificates,
body transport permits.

Are we talking forged documents?
Probably.

Are these guys already dead?

I don't know.

Oh, this is him.

- You want me to leave?
- No.

I want you to listen.

Eric.

Sean.
Let me first say, good morning.

I'm having a hearty
Northwestern breakfast,

and I feel robust already.

Well, good for you.

I was hoping we could dine
together tonight.

There are some pressing family
issues you'll be interested in.

- Where?
- My suite, at the Gregory.

Shall we say, 8:00?
- All right.

Can't wait to see you, brother.

Me either... Brother.

We're not exactly close.

Yeah?

Good morning.
Well, not really.

We've got sort of
a mini crime wave situation.

We've had a slew... and by that,
I mean a crapload...

of 911 calls, reporting several
violent assaults and a lot

of property damage downtown.
From the calls, they sound

drug-fueled, similar to what
Franco and I

ran into in that rental house.

Lilly O'Hara is still missing.

If it keeps up,
we're gonna run out of uniforms.

Go.

- Let us know when he can talk.
- Yes, sir.

Hey.
According to witnesses,

a man and a woman entered
the shop and went crazy.

The woman apparently threw
the victim through the window.

We think they're still inside.
Nobody's seen them come out.

- Any weapons involved?
- No.

Just good old brute force.

You want to wait
till we check it out?

No.
Let's see what we got.

Sure did a number
on this place.

Sounds like somebody
is upstairs.

Sounds like a...

No.

I'm not sure what
that sounds like.

Aah! Oh!

Aah!

Aah!

She bit me!

Easy!
We need help!

Get over here!

Hey! Rudy, grab her!

Get her!

How the hell did she
get down there?

She went through the window
and onto a car.

She bit me.

I don't know what she's on,
but she's on a lot of it.

Stay down!

Aah!

Unh!

Nick! Hey, hey, take it easy.
It's me.

What the hell is going on?
Who jumped out the window?

- That was lilly O'Hara.
- And who is this guy?

I don't know yet, but we've
got to see if we can stop this.

I want to get him
to the spice shop.

Now how are we gonna do that?

Pull my car around to the side.

All right.

All right. Okay.

Can we do this?

Hell if I know.

He looks dead.

Yeah, I know he looks dead,

and he probably was for
a little while,

but he's not now.

So far we've seen three
just like him.

- Three?
- That we know of.

Two were pronounced dead,
then get up and caused

a lot of trouble,
so we brought this one here.

And we went through the books

and found something that
we think might explain it.

You mean the guy with
the top hat.

Yeah.
Yeah, the Cracher-Mortel.

There was also a reference
to a voodoo priest

known as Baron Samedi,
among other names.

We were hoping you might have

some information
about what he's done here.

I think I might.

I've got several books
on wesen dammerzustand...

wesen trances.
There's a pretty big

pharmacology associated
with this.

So you're telling me this guy
is gonna wake up?

- Yeah.
- And not in a very good mood.

Okay. All right.
There are several categories

of trance-like states...

bhakti, maenads, rapture,

bacchae, euphoria...

Okay, here's the one we want.
"Dammerzustand.

"Caused by several different
types of wesen,

"including Cracher-Mortel,

"who can induce paralysis,
cataplexy, hypnagogic

hallucination, and the temporary
illusion of death."

Good lord.
Is there any treatment?

Seems to be.
But there are four stages

they go through.
First is paralysis,

second is a drugged-like state
in which they can move.

It progresses
to the third stage,

which to all appearances
is death,

and then comes the last stage...
oh.

This looks to be super fun.

Increasingly violent behavior
which, basically,

leads to murder and mayhem.

So, we treat them
in the first phase.

No, we can't.
As a matter of fact,

the treatment would kill them
in the first three stages.

It's only effective
in the final stage.

- So, what is the treatment?
- We have to stimulate

the central nervous system,
and we can do that orally,

or with ointments, or... ah...

the most efficacious way,
subcutaneous.

So we give them a shot?

Three simultaneous shots,
actually...

With a piqure-gigantesque.

It is not a pleasant experience.

- Oh, man.
- How long does it take?

The effectiveness of
the treatment is pretty fast,

but it does take a while
to prepare the doses.

Fortunately, though, I think...

I think we've got everything
we'll need.

Okay, well, we need
to get back to the precinct.

You two okay if we leave him
here with you?

Just as long
as you keep him handcuffed.

Here are the keys,
just in case.

Okay, let's get started.

You know, the morning
started off so well.

Okay, I got something.
Al Shaner,

the guy we took
to the spice shop.

He's a tow truck driver...
Thanks.

Reported missing yesterday
by the shop owner.

Yeah, and he's not
the only one.

We've got 18 missing persons
reports in the last 24 hours.

19 in one day?

Including a bus.
Everybody on board is missing.

Could one guy be doing
all this?

One.
All right.

We gotta get it into him
before he...

Oh, you're up.

Uh, probably wondering
where you are.

Uh, we're your friends, and...

we just want to help you.

We want to make you better.

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa!
Okay.

Okay, get the shot.

What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do?
I'm, uh, I'm gonna hold him,

and you're gonna shoot him.

Aah!

Cool down!

- Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
- Just cool down.

I don't want to have
to hurt you,

but if you hurt me...

Ow, all right.
That's enough!

Oh!

Okay, lift up his shirt,
lift up his shirt!

Quick, quick, quick,
quick, quick!

Okay?

Al is a stand up guy,
all right?

He's worked for me
for ten years.

He wouldn't just disappear
like this.

When did the call come in?

- Dispatch got the call
about 2:30 yesterday afternoon.

Al was already on the road
at that point.

Guy had a weird accent.

Here's the call.

- A&b towing.
- I need some help.

My car is troubled.
It seems to have died.

- I need your name, sir.
- Baron Samedi.

And your location?

Sheridan road, just past
the St. John's bridge.

I need the license plate
and description of your car.

A buick centurion,
blue like the sky,

362-CUA.
I will be waiting.

That's all there is.

Hello?

We have found a way
to deal with Frau Pech.

I can't wait to hear how.

- Any luck?
- Think so.

The missing buick centurion
is not registered

to a Baron anything.

The one we're looking for is
registered to a Richard Mulpus.

Richard Mulpus...
the guy who died twice?

Same guy.

Address puts him
at the Crescent hotel.

Looks like the Baron
got him too.

Found your buick centurion...

abandoned, off
North Lombard Street.

- Down by the shipping yards.
- Across from it.

- How's the leg?
- About as bad as my arm.

- What's wrong with your arm?
- That's where I got

a tetanus shot for the young
lady who sunk her teeth into me.

- Hmm.
- I assume you guys want to see

the car before we impound it.
Yeah, let's go.

I need to check you
for weapons.

What you need
and what you're gonna get

are two separate things.

I don't search you,
you don't go in.

Fine.

Send him my regrets.

Sean.

He's only doing his job.

It's all right.

Let him keep his gun,
his knives,

whatever little weapons
he wants.

What a shame... my own brother
doesn't feel safe with me.

Come on, bro.

How long has it been since we've
been breathing the same air?

Well, let me see...

I believe I was 13 when
my mother pulled me

out of French literature class
in Geneva and whisked us

out of the country to keep us
from being murdered...

By your mother.

Yes.

That was an exciting day,
wasn't it?

Well, not so much for me.

It's true that mom was never

very fond of your hexenbiest
whore of a mother

who stole our father's heart.
Her words, not mine.

That's all a lot of blood under
the bridge.

You and I need to establish
a proper working relationship.

You have proven yourself
very talented, in many ways.

Wouldn't you rather be welcomed
back into the family

than cast further adrift?

Why are you here?

Oh, please, sit down.

If you're worried about
the squab

killing you,
I'll gladly trade plates.

Why don't we just get down
to business?

How very American.

I don't have the key,
if that's what you came for.

No, but we both know who does.

Tell me, what's it like working
so closely with a Grimm?

Different from what I imagined.

I understand
he's not exactly traditional.

- Well, neither am I.
- From what I've heard,

he's proven tremendously
effective.

Taking out two reapers
and sending their heads back

made a hell of an impression.

He also took out a
Mauvais Dentes and a Nuckelavee.

Both gifts from the family,
I assume?

Yes, he's proven rather more
worthy than we anticipated.

Which brings us back
to the key.

Adalind says you need
yet more time to get it.

And how is Adalind?

Lovely as ever.

I don't think
she really misses you.

Well...

You don't know her like I do.

A shame about her losing
her powers like that.

I believe she carries a grudge.

- Well, she's lucky to be alive.
- Aren't we all?

Look, Sean, it's been agreed
for the good of the family

to give you a bit more time
with this key business.

And if I don't get the key,

then you tell the Grimm all
about me, is that how it works?

We want you back
in the family, Sean.

Historic things are happening,

and there's an important
place for you.

Really, for a bastard?

Nowadays that doesn't matter.

Some even consider it
a badge of honor.

What about you?

What I'm trying to say is,

dear brother,
it's time to come home.

I'll think about it.

Keys are in it.

Looks pretty clean inside.

What, so he brings the car
here, dumps it, and walks away?

Maybe he had somebody
pick him up.

- But why here?
- Eh, got me.

Let's pop the trunk.

Looks like somebody
is planning a party.

Not a party I'd want
to be invited to.

Yeah, but no top hat.
Check for prints

and take it in.
Yeah, will do.

What?

I don't know.

I just get the feeling
this guy is playing us.

I mean, the recorded phone call,
the stuff in the trunk.

I saw him at the hospital
and the first crime scene?

And why kidnap a tow truck
driver and dump his car here?

I don't know, maybe I'm just
over-thinking it.

No, no, no, maybe not.

This thing is getting
out of hand,

and it's not making
a lot of sense.

Yeah, we'd better get back
to the precinct.

I can't, I'm finally getting
this damn cast taken off.

I gotta be there in an hour.

You just go have your dinner
with Juliette.

I'll check back with you later.

He's awake.

Get ready.

Who... who are you?

Where am I?

Wh... what's going on here?

Why can't I move my arms?

I think it worked.

You know you don't have
to knock.

Eh, I thought I should.

How was your day?

Long.

Just long?
That's it?

No, actually it was a...
a little strange.

You want to tell me about it?

Okay.

Let's give it a try.

All right, so there's a wesen
called a Cracher-Mortel,

and apparently he can spit
something in your face

that can paralyze you
to the point

where you appear dead,
but you're not.

And when you wake up
a little bit later,

you are a little crazed
and very violent.

You want to destroy everything
that you can see.

Apparently this has something
to do with a voodoo ritual...

so, just a normal day
at the office?

Yeah.

Look, I'm... I'm sorry if...

I don't blame you if you don't
want to hear this ever again.

No, stop.

I asked you how your day was,
and I meant it.

I guess I'm not used to this.

I also meant it when I said
you didn't have to knock.

This is your house too,
and I was thinking

that if you want to...

You should move back in.

- Have you been drinking?
- No!

Answer it.
I'm not going anywhere.

- Monroe.
- He's awake.

Thank you.
The last thing I remember,

I was on a call and...
Yeah, it looks like

the stuff we gave him worked.

But he doesn't remember
anything.

Like, how he got here, or
anything that happened to him.

You really need
to get down here.

I'm on my way.

I'm going too.

Uh, look, Juliette,
I'm on a case.

Is it wesen?

Yeah.

I'm not staying
home alone anymore.

I have a lot to learn.

Please don't lock me out again.

Good of you to come so late.

If it means getting rid
of Frau Pech,

I can stand to lose
a little sleep.

Please, sit down.

You must be hungry.

I always was when
I was pregnant.

Seven boys, you know?

Bring her something to eat!
And tea.

Frau Pech scares me.

Can you really get rid of her?

I've known Frau Pech
a long time.

She's not stupid.
Hmm.

She will anticipate our moves.

If she suspects we're working
against her,

she will kill us before
we know it.

It is imperative
that we succeed.

We need her heart.

Why?

Because we cannot restore
your powers

without the heart
of a hexenbiest.

And it must be cut out of her
while it's still beating.

Okay.

So, how are we going
to do that?

I will tell Frau Pech that
I have found

a wealthy buyer for your child,
and I plan to betray you,

but I will need her help
to do so.

She will come here, and I will
explain how it will be done.

Do you think
she'll believe you?

If she thinks
she's tricking us, she will.

So, how do you plan
to kill her?

While I am telling her
how she could convince you

she has found a way
to restore your powers,

one of my sons will slip up
behind her

and wrap a cord around her neck.

Do you really think
that will work?

We'll find out.

Hmm.

Miguel, don't kill her!

Her heart must still be beating.

Yanko, bring me the knife!

The heart must be pulled out
through her stomach.

Ding dong, the witch is dead.

And another one is coming back.

Nick, I'm glad you made it.

Ow!

You brought Juliette.

She's got a lot
of catching up to do.

Well, you picked
a hell of a night.

- Where is he?
- Right this way.

He's right here.

- Juliette.
- Learning curve.

Works for me.

This is Detective Burkhardt.

He's the one
that brought you in.

Hey, Al.
I need you to tell me

anything you can remember
about your last call.

Um, do you remember
if he was wearing a hat?

He sure was.

I mean, I remember that most.

It was a top hat,
like Lincoln wore, and...

Well, that and a lot of pain.

It felt like my head
was being crushed.

And, um, what about the car?

It was a '73 buick centurion.

Supposedly it didn't start.
When I tried, it did.

I just don't remember much other
than, like, a big black room?

II think he took me there.
All right.

Was there anyone else there?

There were others.
I mean, a lot.

I thought I had died
and gone to hell.

Do you remember where this was?

Sorry, I don't.

There was, like,
moaning and yelling.

Could have been, like,
the sound of a loud horn?

A horn like in a train
or a ship?

It could have been a truck.
I mean, I don't know.

All right, anything else?

Green.

There was a lot of green...

Before everything went black.

What kind of wesen are you?

What?

Um, he's not a wesen.

Oh.
What is he?

Just a regular guy.

Oh.

Hey, Al.
How about some more tea, hmm?

Thank you.

That car we found was left
across from the container yards,

and some of those containers
were green,

and I'll bet you it would
be pretty damn dark in there

if you got shut in one.
Should probably check it out.

Hi. What do you want us
to do with Al?

Because he's starting
to ask a lot of questions

we don't have
a lot of answers for.

I'll send an officer
to pick him up.

He said there were others.

- A lot of them.
- Do you want us to treat them?

You know, 'cause if you do,

we're gonna need
a lot more antidote.

Start making it.

I want to help.

Well, she's a vet,

and we're gonna be giving
a lot of injections.

I guess she's sort of familiar
with what we do here.

But, why is this guy doing this

here in Portland?
I know.

I mean, we have, like,
voodoo donuts,

but that's kind of
the extent of it.

I was reading in the books,

and there is reference to

one of these guys starting
a revolution.

- A revolution in Portland?
- It might not be connected.

But, the Captain's brother
is in town.

A member of the royal family
came here?

That sounds kind of
revolutionary to me.

And the Captain said he was
gonna make a play for the key.

That means you.

What is that?

I'll tell you later.

I need you to hide this.

Okay.

So, I guess we should start
making some more antidote.

Does anybody know how much more
we're gonna need?

As much as you can.

Let the party commence.

C'est bon.

Where do we start?

We start with green containers.

We only have one
piqure-gigantesque.

Let's hope we find them
one at a time.

Let's go.

C'est bon!

Yeah, this one is locked.

Anyone in there?

That doesn't sound like
it's coming from inside.

It isn't.

Not coming one at a time!

All right.
Shoot him up.

Hurry up!
This one is waking up!

Bonsoir.

Reload.

Uh, I don't think
we made enough antidote.

Oh, man!

We're not gonna be able
to take them.

You might have to shoot a few!
I can't!

They're innocent victims.

They won't be innocent
for long.

You get the feeling we just
walked into a trap?

I got a feeling we've gotta
get out of here!

Like, now!

Hey! Over here!

Where's Nick?

Juliette, don't worry
about Nick, okay?

He's a Grimm.
He can take care of himself.

Usually. Come on.

Voila!

Voila.

Bonsoir, mon ami.

Unh! Aah!

Monroe, I don't see Nick!
He's not coming!

Nick! Nick!

Juliette, you've got to get
in the truck.

Come on.

Nick better hurry up.

Oh, we've got trouble.

Start the car.

Time to pick up
Mr. Schirach.

He's got a plane to catch.

Good night, sweet Grimm.

And flights of angels
sing thee to thy rest.

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