Grimm (2011–2017): Season 2, Episode 8 - The Other Side - full transcript

Previously on Grimm...

Let me remind you, brother...

any more interference by you
will not be tolerated.

The person who wakes her
has to be pure of heart.

Tell me about this prince.

Well, he's handsome, charming,

and a bastard,
and I mean that literally.

- Did Nick kill my mother?
- Why don't you come back here

so we can talk all this out?

Juliette's awake, you know.

Sometimes,
on a night like tonight,

you used to, um, dance.

What's wrong?

Me.

Who was the first
democratically elected

German chancellor?

Pierce.

- Philipp Scheidemann.
- Correct.

The Commonwealth of Australia

was formed on what day?

Brandon.

January 1, 1901.

Right.

Claiming 698,000 lives,

this battle...

Maybe wait till I finish
the questions, Pierce.

- It's The Battle of Verdun.
- Yes, sir.

From 221 to 206 B.C.,

this Chinese dynasty...

- Pierce.
- The Qin Dynasty.

- Correct.

With its motto
"unity in diversity"...

Stan.

- South Africa.
- No.

Pierce.

Papua New Guinea.

Correct.

The official currency
of Bulgaria is...

Pierce.

The Bulgarian Leu.

- No.

- Jenny.
- The Bulgarian Lev.

- That is correct.

- Wow.
- Thanks.

Um, but I need
a little bit of help.

- Can you...?
- Of course.

It's a little stuck. -

Ooh.

You're wearing the perfume
I gave you last Christmas.

I am? It's nice.

Hey, thanks for coming
to this thing with me.

I hope it's not too dull.
Of course.

This is what couples do, right?

They do to each other's
boring work functions.

Anyway, it sounds like
this award is a big honor.

It is, which means
the captain will be giving

a very big, long speech.

We better get going.

I cannot believe I blew
that question on Bulgaria.

Why? You Bulgarian?

- Ha ha.
- Don't be so hard on yourself.

You're all doing great.

- Except for Kevin.
- Really?

All right, I'm starving.
Anybody want to hit Zell's?

- Yeah, I'm in.
- Mom, can I?

I don't know, honey. It's late.

You've still got
math homework tonight.

Come on, please?

We won't keep him out
that late, Dr. Higgins.

Okay, but home by 10:00.

- Thanks.
- You too, Stan.

- Okay.
- Good job.

Good group of kids,
best I've ever coached,

definitely
the most competitive.

I think any one of them
could go all the way.

Stan's worked
his butt off for this.

Pierce has worked
his butt off too.

The Qin Dynasty? Really?

I didn't even know that,
and I'm 1/16 Chinese.

- Really?
- Yeah.

That's hot.

Look, it's easy for Pierce.
He cheats.

- Wha... no!
- Franken-dude,

you have
a nobel-prize-winning mom.

I mean, you were born
with answers,

like, pre-loaded
into your cranium.

It's not the nobel prize.
It's the Novitski, okay?

It's from the genetics society.

Pierce, are you gonna eat
those fries,

or are you just gonna sit there
and stare at them

until they become
so uncomfortable

- that they leave the room?
- Mm.

No, don't do it, man.
Stick with brain food.

The trans fats
will wreak frickin' havoc

with your synaptic abilities.

Yeah, I mean,
if I lose this thing,

my mom's gonna
kill herself, so...

Oh, come on!

Look, it's just one teeny,
little French fry.

- Just one!
- Resist the temp!

- Eat it! Yes!
- Oh!

- It's good, right?
- Good.

I'm telling you, Pierce,
you got to look out,

because when we
get to the finals,

I'm gonna mess you up.

- Oh, really?
- Oh, please, Stan.

I am.

- Ooh.
- Seriously, though,

it's gonna be me or Brandon.

- Yes!
- What? What?

No, no! Guys, guys!

If anyone is gonna mess me up
in the finals,

it's gonna be me,
plain and simple.

What? You know what I mean.

All right, really, good luck...

To everybody.

- And may the best man...
- Or woman.

Whatever.

- Win.
- Yes.

I'll race you, loser.

Oh, dude, no! False start.

- Anybody want a ride?
- Nah, I'm gonna hoof it.

Work off the carbs
while I eat the rest of these.

- All right.
- See you morons tomorrow.

- See you.
- Later, man.

- See you.
- What about you?

Uh, I'm gonna clear my head.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow,
though.

Yeah. Have a good one.

No!

Please don't! No, no!

Please! -

2x08
- The Other Side -

I'm honored by this award

and for the recognition
that it bestows.

The landmark organization
has been a beacon of hope

and opportunity
for so many in our community.

But for me, the highest honor

is serving
with the men and women

of the Portland police bureau,

whose bravery and commitment
and dedication to law and order

is a constant source
of inspiration.

So, to them, I say thank you.

And with them,
I share in this award.

Thank you all.

Thank you so much, gentlemen.
Pleasure.

- Hey.
- Ah...

Let me buy you
a well-deserved drink, captain.

- I thought they were free.
- Yeah, that's why I'm buying.

Uh, he bought us one too.

- I liked your speech, captain.
- Thanks, Nick.

To be honest, I don't, uh,
really like these things.

It always feels like
I'm getting the credit

for other people's work.
Well, you are.

- Well, he is.
- I'm sorry.

What precinct do you work at
again, sergeant?

I think I should buy you
another drink, sir.

Burkhardt.

So Nick tells me
you're feeling better.

Yeah. I am. Thank you.

A murder and a home invasion

has everybody on the West Side
tied up,

so they need us to handle
a 55 Adam in Mill Park.

I thought
this was our night off.

The "off" part is over.
I'm so sorry.

No, it's okay. I understand.

You take the car.
I'll go with Hank.

Ooh, no, bad idea. I walked.

Well, I'll just take a cab.

No, I could always take you
home, if you don't mind waiting.

If that's not too much trouble.

I just made a speech
about bravery and commitment.

It's the least I can do.

- Here you go, sir.
- Oh.

I guess I don't really
want this.

Oh. Why not?

Got a bad one here, fellas...
young kid.

Some workers heard screaming,
called it in.

Couple of unis
took a look around,

and they found him back here.

- What do we got?
- I have no idea.

They went for his throat,
I'm guessing a hunting knife...

Maybe a saw.

- Secure it big.
- Already on it.

Still got his wallet.

Ugh.

We got money, credit card,
driver's license,

all here.

Brandon Kingston...
just turned 18.

He must've walked up this way,

got attacked right here,
dragged over here,

and finished off.
Killer had to be bloody.

He wouldn't want to walk back
out on the street

where he could be seen.

Probably went out that way.

Hello?

Who's this?

Where's Brandon?

Hello?

Where's Brandon?

Thank you for driving me home.

Of course.

Uh, good night.

Good night.

Nick?

Nick?

Hey, man!

Jeez!

- What kind of idiot are you?
- Sorry.

I'm sorry.

How much
you had to drink, buddy?

- You know you could kill someone.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Why don't you
give me your keys?

- No, it's just...
- Give me your keys, man.

Come on, seriously.

When was the last time
you saw Brandon?

We were all at Zell's
last night.

Brandon, you three...
anybody else?

Kevin. Uh, he was just
too upset to come over.

What time did you go to Zell's?

Right after we finished
practice, about 8:30.

And you're all
on the same team?

Um, not exactly.

Not exactly what?

Well, whoever
wins the finals here

gets to represent the school
in Salem.

After that, it's the nationals.

How'd you get to the cafe
from school?

Uh, Jenny drove us.

And how long did you stay?

Um, about an hour and a half.

I would have given them all
a ride home,

but they wanted to walk.

Did Brandon have
any trouble at school?

Was anybody
giving him a hard time?

- No.
- Not that I know of.

He was a cool guy.
Everyone liked him.

Why did you call Brandon
last night?

I couldn't sleep.
I just wanted to talk.

Was he your boyfriend?

No.

He was just
a really good friend.

Do you have any idea
who might have done this?

We're just beginning
the investigation, ma'am.

Any of them Wesen?
Not that they let on.

Would they know
you could tell who they are?

I don't think so,

but I don't know
what I don't know.

- You the cops?
- And you are?

Don Anker, decathlon coach
at Mill Park High School.

I just came
from Brandon's house.

His parents are a mess.

I hope you're working
your asses off on this one,

'cause let me
tell you something,

Brandon was one of the finest
young men I have ever known,

and if I find the son of a bitch
that did this before you do,

you're not gonna have anything
left to find.

Sir, you do realize
you're speaking to the police.

I don't give a damn who
I'm talking to, you understand?

I have known that kid
since he was in the first grade!

Sir, we understand this is
a very emotional situation

for everybody, but you need to...
I'm sorry.

I just...

this is very difficult.

You were at the decathlon
last night?

Of course. I was running it.

We finished up around 8:30.
I went home. I was exhausted.

That's where I was
when I got the phone call.

- Do you live alone?
- Yeah. I'm divorced.

Right now
these kids are my life.

Look, Detectives, I'd like
to go inside and talk to them.

We just need to know
where we can contact you.

Just find whoever did this.

So was he a...?

I'm starting to recognize
your looks.

- Lowen.
- Which means?

Aggressive, competitive,
and prone to violence.

Don Elliot Anker, 38,
been teaching for 11 years,

last three at Mill Park High.

Got his master's at "u" of "o."

Won an American pioneer
of teaching award, 2007.

One speeding violation
six months ago

and a restraining order issued
three years ago by his ex...

no reported violation.

Maybe we should get
a search warrant

for his apartment.
He's a teacher.

Who's aggressive, competitive,
and prone to violence.

Yeah, well, there is that.

Anker's a teacher
in the public school system,

and one of his students
has been brutally murdered.

We need to be careful.

If we're wrong about him,
we could destroy his career.

He has no alibi for last night.

We have no hard evidence
to move on.

If we move too soon,
we could tip him off.

What about Brandon's family
or friends?

So far it doesn't look like
the kid had any enemies,

but they are competing
against each other,

and that's a lot of pressure.

Apparently,
this decathlon is big.

You win it, and the Ivy leagues
come looking for you.

Maybe one of them
wanted to thin the competition.

So what are you suggesting...
one of the other students?

You have any evidence
to support this?

Right now
it's the only motive we have.

Otherwise
it's just a random act.

Just stay on top of it.

This one's gonna get
a lot of attention.

He seem a little off to you?

- Yeah.
- Wonder what's buggin' him.

Probably us
for not having enough evidence.

Detectives Burkhardt
and Griffin,

I'd like to introduce you to
our newest intern, Ryan Smulson.

He's been working
down in records

for the last three months...
now it's our turn.

II really appreciate
this opportunity.

Wait till you get to know us.

Yeah, well...

Uh, well, I-I've kind of
been following your careers

ever since you guys rescued
that little girl last year.

Someday I hope to, well,
you know, do what you guys do.

Okay, that's enough
brown-nosing,

there's a lot more people
to meet... save some for them.

Really nice
to meet you, Detectives.

I really appreciate
this opportunity...

- Oh.
- Oh!

New intern's here,
everybody! Look out!

Uh, Lomharach, bitte.

The 40-year-old is
quite remarkable,

but I wouldn't have thought you
a lomharach man.

No?

What kind of man
do you think me to be?

Royal Lochnagar.

Are you intuitive, clairvoyant,

or have we met before,

and by some shockingly
tragic circumstance,

I have forgotten
our acquaintance?

I don't think you would have
forgotten anything about me.

Well, I suddenly seem to be
remembering things

we haven't done yet.

Is that possible?

You like sunsets,
long walks on the beach,

and doing whatever it takes

to restore your family
to the power it once knew,

even if that means torture,
murder, or worse.

What could be worse
than torture and murder?

Betrayal.

Right you are.

What do you know
about betrayal?

Well, for one thing,
I know your brother, Sean.

Ah.

Then I would say you are
well versed in betrayal.

The circumstances
of our discord were quite grim.

That sounds almost as tragic
as Wagner.

You really have no idea.

Would you like
a shoulder to cry on?

Two.

Then let's start with an arm.

Gyokuro differs
from the standard sencha

in being grown under shade.

The leaves are kept shielded
from the sun

for at least two weeks
before harvest,

which allows the caffeine...
you know, the buzz...

and the theanine...
the amino acids... to increase,

which gives rise to
a really sweet, woodsy, flavor

with just a hint of a kind of
spicy charm, which I enjoy.

The other big difference...
Look, look...

Look, my wife sent me here
for green tea.

If this is the same green tea
she got the last time,

we're good.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

Thanks.

Can I help you?

Yeah, um...

I need something
for obsessive behavior.

Okay. Now, just to be clear,
you have obsessive behavior,

or you want obsessive behavior?

'Cause we can deal with both.
No, lit needs to go away.

Right. I have to ask you
a couple of questions

to find out exactly
what we're dealing with here.

Are these feelings
for a person or an animal?

I'm sorry.
I have to be thorough.

A person.

Right, and how long
have you had these feelings?

Ever since I kissed her.

Oh, wow.

Just one kiss, huh?
Well, I get it.

I've been there.

I'm actually kind of there now,
as a matter of fact,

but, yeah, we're not here
to talk about me.

Now, are you sure you want
to get rid of these feelings?

Yeah. Yes.

- Do I know you?
- No, you don't.

Look, can you help me
or... or what?

Um, yeah, I think I can.
It's just...

you got to bear in mind,
affairs of the heart...

or the lips in your case...
are very chemically complex.

This sounds like
it could be the result

of a kind of potion-y,

dark arts-related,
maleficium type of situation.

Is that possible?

It's possible.

That's gonna require
some research on my part,

but I could probably have
something for you tomorrow.

If you just want
to leave your name and...

you know,
why don't you just get it?

And I'll come back.

Hey, how's it going?

Not so good. You?

Same. God, my head
is killing me.

I keep trying to figure out
this equation,

but it's, like,
coming up jumbled numbers.

You're doing homework? Now?

Yeah.

My mom wanted me to study
before piano lessons.

She says it's gonna get
my mind off things,

but I-I don't know.

I still can't believe it.

I should've made him
get in my car.

Hey, come on,
it's not your fault.

Well, it feels like it is.

Do you want me to come over?

No. I want to get out of here.

It's just too sad.

Where you gonna go?

Um, probably the bleachers.

Do you want to meet me?

Yeah.
Yeah, I'll be there in a bit.

Okay, thanks.

Bye.

Psst!

Hello?

Pierce?

Is that you?

Okay, whoever's in there,
this is majorly unfunny.

This way, guys.

Groundskeeper found her
about an hour ago.

We're still waiting on an I.D.

Her name's Jenny Lee.
She's a student here.

We interviewed her
this morning.

She's friends with the kid
who was killed last night.

Oh, man,
this just really got ugly.

Looks like whoever got Brandon
got her too.

There's something in her hand.

Ugh.

"To Pierce, my champion.
Love, Mom."

Pierce.
That's one of the other kids.

- Pierce Higgins, yeah.
- That kid could do this?

- If he's a Lowen, he could.
- All right, how do we find out?

We push him.

Pierce, right?

Uh, yeah. Yes.

Have you been here
since we saw you this morning?

- Uh, yes.
- Anyone here with you?

Just my mom.
Is something wrong?

Hey, what time is it, Pierce?

Wellum, I'm not wearing
my watch.

You know where it is?

It's probably
upstairs in my room.

No, I don't think so.

- What?
- This it?

Yeah, how... how'd you get it?

How'd you lose it?

Excuse me. What's going on?

Your son lost his watch,

and we just thought
we'd bring it by.

Have you been with Pierce
all day?

- Yes. Why? What is this about?
- Jenny Lee was murdered.

What?

My God, no.

When was the last time
you saw her?

Why are you questioning him
like this?

When was the last time
you saw Jenny?

I don't know.
I-I don't know. I...

You're upsetting him.
He's been through enough.

You leave my son alone.
Don't you dare hurt him.

I'm not here to hurt you
or Pierce.

I swear, we're just
trying to help.

Dr. Higgins, we're just
trying to figure out

if Pierce had any contact
with Jenny before her death.

How, through intimidation?

Jenny had your son's watch.

Well, then somebody
gave it to her.

He couldn't hurt anybody.

Are you going to arrest him
for something he couldn't do?

No, we're not gonna
arrest anyone right now.

Then we're done talking to you.

Come on. Go.

What the hell just happened?

Well, he's not a Lowen,
and neither is she.

- What are they?

I don't know.

How's your headache?

It's bad.

It's getting better.

I made you some hot chocolate.

I love you.

Try and get some rest, okay?

Okay.

What are you doing in here?

II just spilled
the hot chocolate.

I was gonna put it in the wash.
Just leave it.

I'll take care of it.

You should go back upstairs.
Come on.

Hello?

Dr. Higgins, it's me.

I'm going to pull the school
out of the competition.

What? You can't do that.

Under the circumstances,
I don't see how we can continue.

You can't do this.
He's worked his heart out.

I'm sorry
you don't agree with me,

but my decision is final.

Can I talk to Pierce?

Uh, good-bye.

Who was that?

Coach Anker is going
to withdraw the school

from the academic decathlon.

No, he can't do that.
You can't let him.

Pierce, calm down. No, Pierce.

Genio innocuo.

Apparently,
they're pretty rare.

This entry's from 1833,
the Galapagos Islands.

- Sounds like Darwin.
- Apparently...

One of my ancestors
was on the voyage with him.

Man, this is wild.

"After sailing around
the islands for two days,

"we finally disembarked

"and found a gentle race
in residence.

"The most amazing thing about
this shy, reclusive group...

"they were not afraid,
having never seen a Grimm.

"I found them to be
intelligent, compassionate

"and thoroughly nonviolent,

which made the dispatching
of them quite easy."

Really?

So your people killed innocent
genio-whatever-they're-called?

- Different times.
- Yeah, I'll say.

So, if Pierce is
incapable of killing,

how'd his watch get there?

Well, maybe somebody
planted it there.

Maybe he gave it
to Jenny before.

Maybe he had someone
working with him.

- Who happens to be a Lowen.
- Coach Anker.

But we can't arrest him
for being a Lowen.

We got two dead kids.

Seems like someone's helping

to eliminate
Pierce's competition.

Pierce is the one to beat.

Doesn't mean he's going to win.

Yeah. I don't know.

This doesn't make
a lot of sense,

but let's go give
coach Anker a visit,

see what kind of alibi
he's got this time.

Mr. Anker, Portland P.D.
Open up.

We've got a problem.

Hello.

Mr. Anker?

- All clear.
- Dead clear up here.

This just happened.

Yeah, but he was the Lowen.

What the hell did this?

I don't know.
Better check the back.

Yeah.

How'd you know my brother?

He was a friend of my mother's.

How well did she know him?

She got to know him
better than she should have.

As did you?

I was young,
and he was charming.

That's a volatile combination.

Do you know
how he ended up in Portland?

Never really shared
much of his past.

He was always more interested
in his future.

Yes, I'm sure he has
an interesting wish list.

So do I.

Don't we all?

Would you like to know
how my half brother ended up

in the farther reaches
of the Louisiana purchase?

I always wondered how a royal
ended up in Portland.

Half royal, technically.

Well, not so long ago,

when I was a young boy
awaiting the throne,

it was discovered that one
of my father's mistresses

was a Hexenbiest.

The family, needless to say,
were a little put out,

so, in order to avoid a nasty,
ugly confrontation,

Sean's mother, for it was she,

yanked him out
of his private Swiss school

and absconded with him
to America

in one of my father's
private jets.

You can understand
how my own mother

wasn't keen on having
a Hexenbiest in the family,

not that I share
such prejudices.

Well, what do you say we put
all our clothes on the floor,

so to speak?

You didn't come
all the way to vienna

just to listen to the zither.

I happen to like the zither.

But, no.

I came because I thought
it was high time we met.

We have a lot in common. Do we?

Not the money, the property,
or the bloodline.

No, just your brother
and the Grimm.

- So you've met this Grimm?
- Yes.

How well do you know him?

Yeah, Burkhardt.

Yeah, um, it's Pierce Higgins.

Pierce, what's up?

II think I know
who killed them.

- Where are you?
- Um, I'm home.

I need to talk to you.
I'm really scared.

And I think that you're the only
one that's gonna understand.

- Pierce...
- Hey, Pierce...

- hang up the phone, now!
- Hello? Hello?

Pierce?

Pierce knows who the killer is.

Let's go.

Pierce, wait. Wait, please.

You don't understand
what's happening.

Look it, come here.
I know you're scared. So am I.

That's why we need to talk.

I'm so sorry.

I should have told you sooner.

I should have helped you
to understand.

I-I didn't... I didn't know how.

I don't want to talk to you.

- No, you don't understand.
- No, Mom, I do.

I understand everything.

Pierce, no... Pierce, wait!

- No.
- You did it!

- Pierce, don't!
- You killed them!

These are mine.

They're mine.

I didn't want anyone
to hurt you.

What's happening to me?

I always knew
you would be smart,

but that's not enough anymore.

- What's happening to me?
- Believe me. Believe me.

If I had known that the changes
would happen like this,

I never would have done it.

I was trying to make you
better than me,

to give you traits I never had.

I'm so sorry. It wasn't supposed
to happen like this.

Please, you've got
to believe me.

Pierce?

Pierce, don't!

No! No! No! No!

I'll take the back.

Nick!

You said he's harmless!

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Dude, that's a Lowen!

Nick, a Lowen? It's Pierce.

No, that wasn't Pierce.

Don't hurt him.
Please don't hurt him.

I need an ambulance.

He doesn't know.
He doesn't know.

So it was Pierce?

No, it wasn't, not really.
It was the Lowen.

- S-s-so he's a Lowen?
- Part of him is, yes.

How?

I made him that way...

Before he was even born.

So you... you made him a Lowen?

I altered his genetic
material... I added to it.

So he's both
a Genio Innocuo and Lowen?

Yes. He never knew, though.
He still doesn't know.

When the Lowen presents,

he doesn't even know
it's happening.

Pierce never
would have hurt his friends,

but the Lowen
must've seen them as a threat.

Nick, he's gone.

Oh, God.

Stay with her.

An ambulance is on its way.

We got a suspect on foot...

Pierce Higgins, 18-year-old
Caucasian in willamette heights.

Consider him dangerous.

Oh, my God.

Nick, mobile unit checked in,
they have a 20 on Pierce.

He's at the water tower
near Montgomery park.

Meet you there.

Pierce!

Please don't come any closer!

Pierce,
you don't have to do this.

- No, you don't understand.
- Yes, I do.

It's my fault! I did it!

I-I killed them!
I killed my friends!

No, you didn't!

You didn't even know
it was happening.

No, I did. I-I think I did.

I-I had bad dreams, and I...

Stay back!

He needs me. I'm the only one
looking out for him.

How is killing Pierce's
friends "looking out for him"?

Because he needs to be
the best.

She's always telling him,
"you're better than the others.

You can beat them."

I made sure that he did.

Pierce, just listen to me.

There's no answer for this.

I keep thinking and thinking

and trying to come up with
an answer, but there isn't one.

I don't want
to hurt anybody anymore...

Ever again.

Nick!

Hold him! Hold him, Nick!
Come on, hold him!

D.A. is gonna charge
Pierce Higgins

with three counts of homicide.

You able to establish a motive?

Well, his mother, Dr. Higgins,
claimed to have attempted

to modify his genetics
in utero.

My guess is that has something
to do with the psychosis.

Psychiatrists are gonna have
a field day with this one.

Too bad his life started
going down the wrong road

before he was even born.

That's the story with
most of the people we put away.

That poor kid... he's gonna have
a tough time in prison.

You're in my spot, bitch.

Now you're in my spot.

I'm sorry. I didn't know
anyone had a spot.

Did I say you could look at me?

- Please don't.
- Don't start crying yet.

I'm not crying.

It's time we show you
who's king of this jungle.

Yeah, I guess it is.

- What the hell?

- Oh, dude.
- Hey.

It's not going so well, huh?

What do you got for me?

Well, I spoke
to the head honcho herself

about your situation,
and there's good news and bad...

Mostly not so good.

There is a treatment that
can help lessen the physical...

it's sort of a damper,
like a flame retardant,

sort of a reverse Viagra,
if you will.

That's the good news?

Pretty much, I'm afraid.

The emotional component
is much more complicated,

and without knowing more
about you

and the person
you're in love with,

it's nearly impossible
to diagnose.

It requires a dual treatment.

So, unless you're willing
to bring in the woman

or man or whatever
for consultation...

that's impossible.

So what you're telling me...

Is it's hopeless.

Well, love so often is.

Are you sure there's really
no way to track down

the object of your affliction?

It's a shame, because
a condition such as yours

left untreated could be
downright dangerous.

- How?
- The symptoms

are only gonna get worse...
you won't be able to control it.

I'm just telling you, man,

apparently,
this could get really gnarly,

and not just for you,
but for anyone

standing between you and
the person you're hung up on.

So going with the flow

is really not
a healthy game plan.