Grimm (2011–2017): Season 3, Episode 8 - Twelve Days of Krampus - full transcript

Merry Christmas!

Donations, please!

MAN: Hey, you guys
have a merry Christmas now.

WOMAN: Same to you too.

SANTA: Ho. Ho. Ho.

SANTA: Merry Christmas!

MAN: Merry Christmas, dude.

Let's go.

(SHOUTS) Merry Christmas!

(SCREAMING)

Whoo!

Hey.

Merry Christmas, dude.

Ooh!

My Little Princess MP3 player.

Santa must've
found your list, Quinn.

I'll take it.

I can get 50 bucks
for it on eBay.

(FAINT GROWLING)

What was that?
I didn't hear anything.

Ah! Dude.

This is gonna be awesome.

A snow globe.
Oh, yeah.

(MUSIC TINKLING)

Who says Santa can't fly?

(LAUGHING)

Boom!

You've been naughty.

What'd you do? Bust out
of that snow globe?

(GROWLING)

Run! Run!

(SCREAMING)

QUINN: No!

Quinn!

Quinn. Quinn!

QUINN: What are you doing?

Derek!

(GROWLING)
(SCREAMING)

No!

No!

(CRYING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(ROARING)

QUINN: Help me!

Somebody get me out of here!

What's going on?
No, no!

No, help me!

(SCREAMING) Derek!

Verrat.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Sorry I'm late.

There was an accident.

Good to see you still alive.

You, too.

Which language shall we meet in?

English should suit everyone.

Good.

Where's Breslau?

Breslau is dead.
He betrayed us.

We almost missed meeting
Sean Renard because of it.

So you are the Royal bastard.

Well, lam Royal,

and I can be a bastard.

I can be too.

We have been here longer
than we should be.

Let's get this meeting going.

Good to meet someone

who hates your family
as much as I do.

Well, it's good to meet someone

who's not afraid
to say that to my face.

I must get back before
your cousin misses me.

Be careful.
I'll try.

Let's get started.

You gonna come by
the shop today?

Don't think so.

I hope you don't
need me or anything.

I mean, not that
I don't want to be needed.

It's just, you know,

I got a lot going on today.

Gotta get those jobs out
before Christmas

'cause, you know, clock repairs

need to be timely.

Is that a clock joke?

Just a very tiny one.

Sorry.

I heard it secondhand.

Yikes.

I'm leaving before you
can think of any more.

Bye.
Bye.

(KNOCKING)

Hurry, come in.

She didn't see you, did she?

No.
Okay, good.

Where did you park?

Down the street,
like you told me.

Okay, hurry up. We don't
have a lot of time.

MAN: He cannot be trusted.

WOMAN: The king
is his father.

Yes, and his mother
is a Hexenbiest.

It is more important than ever

that we coordinate our efforts,

and that includes Sean Renard.

His brother's assassination

has put pressure on all of us.

That is not a bad thing.
We were not doing enough.

He should have been
eliminated a long time ago.

Sometimes, when you cut off
the head of the snake,

two grow back.

Then you cut off both
heads and gut the body.

TAVITIAN: Eric's death was necessary.
(WHISPERING)

We would not be much of a
resistance if we did not resist.

No. His reasons
are personal.

He hated his brother.

If his brother had been
allowed to succeed,

the families would've
seen us as weak.

I do not trust him.
And I don't trust you.

Then we are nowhere,
and we will be crushed.

This might be a good time
for you to say something.

I can understand the reluctance
that some of you feel.

However, my blood
gives me access

to people that we need.

I understand Wesen in a way
that many of you can't.

And I have a Grimm.

No one else brings all
this to the table.

Now, there is no guarantee
that that will be enough,

but we must trust each other

or there will be no stopping
the Royal families.

They will dominate
the world again,

and those of us
who are still alive

will be kneeling before them

and begging for whatever
crumbs they throw at our feet.

Well, we're no longer safe here.

The police just found
three bodies

of Verrat enforcers

50 miles away at the
scene of an accident.

I think it's time to go.

I'm not interested
in kneeling before anyone

or begging for crumbs.

Nor am I.

I believe you are who we need.

We cannot waste
this opportunity.

There might not be another.

If any of you still disagree,

let's deal with it now.

Then we are decided.

You and I are in this together.

WU: The M.E. is on the way.
We've got one vic.

We matched these presents to a B and
E on Thurman about 9:30 last night.

So somebody steals
a bunch of presents,

brings them here
to see what they got.

Maybe there was more than one of them?
They got into a fight?

Over this?
It's Christmas.

Brings out the worst in people.

Hey, Wu.

What's this?

WU: I think it's coal.

Lump of coal and stolen
presents in the same place?

Maybe it's not part
of the crime scene.

I'll bag it just in case.

I found the body up
here inside the car.

Appears to be a teenage boy.

NICK: You know who it is?

FEMALE OFFICER:
Not yet.

That jacket looks like
it hasn't been here long.

Somebody wrote
"Q.B." on the tag.

And no ID.

Looks like blood on this.

Let's take a look at the body.

WU: I'll go in.

WU: He's got some marks
on his face.

Might have a wallet
in his back pocket.

(SCREAMING)

Not so dead.

Victim's alive!

(SCREAMING) NICK: Get the
paramedics down here fast.

Rosalee hasn't seen
all this stuff?

No, she was away last year
taking care of her aunt.

Kind of feel like you guys
should be doing this together.

I mean, I understand
the surprise and everything,

but she's missing out
on all the fun.

But this is our first official
Christmas as a couple, you know?

There will be plenty of Christmases
for us to do this together,

but you only get one chance to
see it all for the first time,

you know, to get the full impact

before she sees it in the boxes

'cause if she
just sees it like this,

it's kind of daunting, actually.

I mean, there's 42 boxes.

Kind of wish
you hadn't told me that.

The only way I can
explain his reaction

is that he saw something that
scared the hell out of him.

What about the
scratches on his face?

Could've gotten those
crawling into the car.

Well, could he have
been hit by a stick?

I suppose so.

Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me,
I need to finish my rounds.

You the cops that found my son?

Yes, Detective Griffin
and Burkhardt.

You know what happened?

Yeah, we're still trying
to piece that together.

Did he say anything to you?

If I tell you,
you gonna arrest him?

'Cause I think you should.

Arrest him for what?

He stole those presents.

Look, Derek is no stranger to
trouble, but this time, I...

He really got himself into it.

How old is Derek?

Seventeen.

We'll turn this
over to juvenile.

We think that he was attacked.

Yeah, and we found
a leather jacket

at the scene, had a "Q.B."
written on the inside.

Would that be Derek's?
Q.B.

No, he must've stole that too.

Or maybe it's Quinn's.

Kid Derek hung around with?
Another loser.

Do you know his last name?
Or where he lives?

Sorry, I don't.

We need to talk to your son.

All right, be my guest.

You remember us?

HANK: How you
doing, Derek?

I'm okay, I guess.

Can you tell us
what happened last night?

Somebody attacked you, right?

You get into a fight
with somebody?

Maybe with your friend Quinn?

No.
But Quinn was there.

Where is he now?

I don't know.
Where did he go?

Did he just run off?

No.

Uh...

He took him.

He took him.

Can you describe who that was?

I...

I can't.

Derek, if somebody took your
friend Quinn, we need to know who.

What's Quinn's last name?

Please don't let him get me.

(SHOUTING)
Don't let him take me!

No, you're not taking me!

Please don't let him take me!

Don't let him take me. No,
he's comin' in here to get...

We're gonna need to see some ID.

Well, what did I do? Where
were you last night?

Right here on this floor.

This is something I do
this time of year.

I'm a plumber.

You know,
Al's Plumbing on Fourth?

I'm AI.

Since when was spreading
Christmas cheer a crime?

Maybe Derek stole
from the wrong Santa.

Uh-huh.

All right, thanks.

Derek's dad was right.

His son had some problems.

He's 17, already
has a rap sheet.

Any luck finding Quinn?
I did.

Name is Quinn Baxter.

The "Q.B."
in the jacket.

I could make that leap.

He's got the same
juvie officer as Derek.

You got an address for Quinn?

Yes, I do.

Thank you, Santa. Oh,
you're welcome, sweetie.

Be good.

There we go!

Hi, Santa.
Ho. Ho. Ho.

Well, my, my.

Hey! Hey!

He stole my bag!
Stop him!

Stop him!
He stole my bag!

Ooh.

Oh, you've been naughty.

(SCREAMING) No. No!

No!

Stop!

Stop! No, no!

Help! Come on.

(SCREAMING) No!

No!

No, no!

Stop! No, no!

Hey!

What are you doing over there?

BOY: Help! Help! MAN: Do
I need to call the cops?

(GROWLING)

BOY: No! No!

(LOCK CLICKING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Bud.
Nick?

Hank? That was fast.

They said we had to wait 24 hours.
What are you doing here?

Uh, well, Jerry is
a good friend of mine.

Here, come in, come in.

He and his wife...
Well... Well, she died.

Anyway, when he
told me about Quinn,

I came right over,
and we called the police.

You gotta talk to him.
He's worried sick.

Jerry! Jerry.

Nick and Hank are here.
I mean, the police.

They're here. MR. BAXTER:
We've called everyone.

We've looked everywhere.
NICK: ls Quinn here?

Quinn? Why would you
look for Quinn at home?

If he was home, he wouldn't be
missing, which is why we called.

Isn't that why you're here?

MR. BAXTER: I just called.
Thanks.

Jerry, Jerry, this is Nick
Burkhardt and Hank Griffin.

They're detectives. I know
them both really well.

Did you find my son?
No, sir.

We were hoping he was here.

I haven't seen him
since yesterday.

He said he was gonna
do some Christmas shopping.

That's the last I saw him.

That's why I called the police.

Isn't that why they're here?

Do you know a Derek Bryce?

Yeah, that's Quinn's friend.

I wish he wasn't.
He's not a good kid.

I mean, he's pulled Quinn into
some pretty bad situations.

We found Derek
with some stolen goods,

and we believe he was attacked.

He's pretty scared.
He's in the hospital now.

Well, what about Quinn?
We found a jacket

at the scene with the
initials "Q.B." inside.

Oh, my God. That's Quinn's.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Excuse me. Griffin.

Do you have a photo of your son?

Yeah, sure.
HANK: Okay.

Here you go.

HANK: On our way. Mind
if we take this with us?

No, no, take it.

Nick, we got a call.
We need to go.

Well, now, wait a minute.
What about my son?

Sir, this may be related.

We'll let you know as
soon as we get something.

(CAR APPROACHING)

Showtime.

(SILENT NIGHT PLAYING)

Hey! Merry Christmas.

(CHUCKLES) Well?

What do you think?

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING)

It's really...

Christmassy.

Well, yeah.

Have you ever seen a
1935 prewar Marklin set

in this kind of mint condition?

No.

And how about that Sangerknaben?

I mean, can they sing or what?

It's nice.

And check this out.

Here, we have an original
Friedrich Fuchtner nutcracker.

I mean, he created the first nutcracker
in, like, 1870 or something.

And here is a 1928

German putz reindeer,
sleigh, and Santa set.

Uh...

Oh, here's a little something

you might be slightly
more familiar with.

You like it.

You really like it.

I do.

I do.

But...

But?

Really? There's a "but"?

(SIGHS)

I, um...

I... I've never been much
for the holiday stuff.

Uh, oh.

'Cause normally,
people go kind of...

I mean, especially the kids.

I'm sorry, it's...

It's really very...

What?

Sad? What is going on?

It's nothing.

Rosalee, talk to me.
What...

Christmas was a really big
deal in my house growing up.

Maybe not this
big a deal, but...

Anyway, my...

My Uncle Henry and my Aunt
Jeanette, they were my favorites.

They were loving, and funny,

and full Of life,

and they always brought
the best presents.

And the Christmas
when I was seven,

they were killed
in a car accident.

They were coming to our
house for Christmas Eve.

You never told me.

I should have.

But...

Please.

I hate that I'm ruining
your celebration.

It's really, really fantastic.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Another lump of coal.
Nice calling card.

Apparently, a kid
on a skateboard

grabbed a woman's shopping
bag at O'Bryant Square.

A guy ran after him,
lost him at the corner.

But another guy
came out of that stairwell

heading for his car
and saw a Santa

holding a kid by his leg
and stuffing him into a sack.

This witness yelled at the Santa,
who turned and looked at him.

According to him, it wasn't like
any Santa he'd ever seen before.

You get a description?

Well, besides the red suit
and the black boots,

he looked like something
out of, and I quote,

"My worst drug-crazed,
acid-induced flashback nightmare."

(WHISTLES) If you ask me, we're
dealing with one sick Santa.

WU: Victim was robbed here,

kid skated down these
steps, disappeared.

And what about these Santas?

Anybody check them out yet?
WU: Waiting for you.

Let's start with the cart.

Keep your eyes
on the other Kringles.

Yeah.

You want a brat?

Oh! How about
on the house?

How long have you been here?

All day.
Vendor's license.

Come on, guys, it's Christmas.

License.

Take off the beard.

So where'd you do your time?

Guys, this isn't right.

I haven't done anything.

NICK: You sure about that?

Grimm.

Schakal.

(GRUNTING)

Where are the kids?
I didn't do anything!

Where are they?
I told you.

I didn't do anything!

Why are they hurting
Santa, Mommy?

(SIGHING)

RENARD: "Adalind, cameras
in room, watching you.

"We must talk.
Seitenstrasse Cafe.

"Do not leave this note
in your room.

"Stay five minutes.
Change your clothes.

"Smile as if
I wrote something charming.

"Sean."

Nick, get in here!
You're gonna wanna see this.

What?

NEWSCASTER: This was the scene
at O'Bryant Square last night.

Caught on video
by some bystanders

who got a little more
holiday excitement

than they bargained for.

Some are calling for
an investigation

of the police officers who
roughed up this local Santa...

You arrested Santa?

We got two missing kids.

Why aren't they mentioning them?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

They should be decking
the halls, not Santa.

Hi! Hi, Juliette.
Hey.

I mean, good morning.

Merry Christmas!

Uh, Nick!

Nick, did you find Quinn?

I heard you made an arrest.

You know, the Santa that
you were beating up on TV?

That's the guy, right?

We don't know yet, Bud.

Well, didn't you find anything?

All we found were
two lumps of coal.

I gotta get to work.
Yeah.

Soon as we know anything,
I'll call you.

Two lumps of coal.

Did he say "two lumps of coal"?

I think so. Why?

Nah.

No, it can't be.
Couldn't be!

WU: Don't worry.

I'm not gonna give you crap

about arresting Santa Claus

in front of a bunch of children.

But I wouldn't expect anything
under the tree this year.

Which leads me to the
results I just got back

on the lumps of coal
we had analyzed.

According to the analysis,

it comes from a mine
south of Longyearbyen.

Capital city of
the Svalbard Islands.

Where the hell is that?

Northernmost tip of the Arctic.

Sometimes referred to
as the North Pole.

Merry Christmas.
(CHUCKLES)

Now what?

Now we talk to somebody
who believes in Santa.

I feel horrible.

It's our first official Christmas
as a couple, and I've ruined it.

You didn't ruin it.
I ruined it.

You should've seen his face.

Out of all the people
Monroe could be with,

he picks the one person
who hates Christmas.

Everything out there is,

red and green and...

I just...
I just feel so blue.

I just want it all to be over.

Monroe loves this holiday.

He's so cute.

I don't know what to do.

I'm sorry, I didn't really
wanna drag you into this,

but I didn't know who else
I could drag into it.

It's okay,
I'm already dragged in.

I kind of helped him
set it all up.

He called you for help?

That is a big job,
let me just say.

Wow.

I'm not trying to
convince you of anything.

This is really between
you and Monroe,

and I don't want to
get in the middle,

but maybe you guys
need to find a tradition

that means something
to both of you.

You mean I should bury the past?

No! No, I'm just thinking
of what Nick and I did.

He didn't have much
of a Christmas tradition,

so he got stuck with mine,

and we kind of figured out
a way to make it ours.

I don't know.

Just... It's been so
long since I celebrated.

The only thing I really
remember is beer and cigars.

Beer and cigars?

My aunt used to leave Santa
a cigar and a beer,

instead of milk and cookies.

But I'm afraid that's not
much of a tradition.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(DOOR OPENING)

Hey, guys.

What happened?

Juliette said you decorated
the entire place.

Yeah. We did.

(SIGHS)

I really don't want
to talk about it.

Well, we got kind
of an unusual...

I guess Christmas just means different
things to different people.

Rosalee didn't like it?

MONROE: It's not that she
didn't like it, per se.

It's just Christmas is not
a very happy time for her.

In fact, it's a dark,
black hole of depression

involving the death of her
favorite aunt and uncle.

Oh!

Sorry.

What can I do?

Can't force her
to like Christmas.

Anyway, what do you guys need?

Well, remember a couple of
years ago, I came over here.

You said you liked
to dress up as Santa,

and I said,
"A Blutbad as Santa?"

And you said you were no...

Gefrierengeber.
Yeah, why?

We've got two missing kids.

And one witness
describes the kidnapper

as dressing up as Santa
with a terrifying mask.

Witness saw Santa stuff a kid
in his bag and take off.

Could that be the
Gefrieren... Whatever?

Oh, God, no.

We've got nothing.

Sorry to bother you.

Oh, wait a minute.

There wasn't any coal
left behind, was there?

In both places.

Does the Gefrierengeber do that?

Forget the Gefrierengeber,
'cause this could be...

HANK: What?
I hope I'm wrong.

But if I'm not,

you guys could be dealing
with something really awful.

These kids that were taken,

were they doing anything
that could be described

or discerned as "naughty"?

Well, yeah.

Stole a bunch of presents,

and we think one kid
was attacked by him.

Okay.

Did he have any kind of lash
marks on his face or body?

Yeah. How'd you know?

Oh, boy.

That's got to be Krampus.

He carries a switch and he beats
the kids mercilessly with it.

Wesen?

Actually, I'm not really sure.

Krampus is like
Santa's evil twin.

He shows up before Christmas
to punish the bad kids.

Here we go.

The word "Krampus" derives
from German for "claw."

And on the days
leading up to Christmas,

Krampus grabs naughty kids,
beats them with his switch,

throws them in his sack,

takes them deep into the woods

and hangs them
from the tallest tree.

Hangs them?
Yeah. Not to kill them.

He just hangs 'em till
he's ready to eat them.

He eats the kids?

Yeah, pretty much.

But not until the eve of the
winter solstice, the 21st.

Which is today.

Which means tonight
is the night he feasts.

And according to the stories,

Krampus always disappears just after
midnight on the winter solstice.

After all the children
have been...

Consumed.

So if he eats these kids
before midnight,

we don't have a lot
of time to stop him.

Finding a tree in Portland
is like finding a needle

in a thousand haystacks.

Didn't you say
it was the tallest tree?

Not just the tallest tree,

but the tallest tree
in the tallest spot.

(SCREAMING)

No! Let me go!
Let me go!

BOY 1: Please, I'm hungry.

GIRL: 1: I'm really cold.

GIRL 2:
Why are you doing this?

What do you want?

BOY 2: I know you're there,
please!

GIRL 1: I'm cold.
I wanna go home, please!

BOY 1: I'm sorry.
GIRL 2: Let me out!

GIRL 1: I'm so cold!

The trees are taller
in Forest Park.

Forest Park is 5,000 acres.

But that's not the tallest spot.

That's Council Crest.
I think.

That's 45 acres, give or take.

Okay, what about
Washington Park?

It's right next to Council Crest,
and it's got big trees too.

We don't have a lot of time.

We're just gonna
have to pick one.

I...
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Look, Bud“.
Monroe.

I need to talk to you about...

Nick! Look, Jerry's
going crazy.

I've been telling him that you're doing
everything you could possibly do.

But something you said
bothered me.

You said two lumps of coal.

And... Well, that can
only mean one thing.

ALL: Krampus.
BUD: Don't say that!

He's not real!

We think we know where
he's taken the kids.

Oh, my God,
you do believe he's real.

"Kids"?
What do you mean "kids"?

There's more than just Quinn.

And Krampus
always takes the kids

to the tallest tree
in the tallest spot.

Council Crest?

Well, at least I think it is.

Let's do it.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Do what? Do what?

Hey, Krampus is not real,
you guys.

Come on! He's not real!

You can't go after something
that doesn't exist.

I mean, yeah. Sure, maybe
when I was a kid...

I thought he was real.

But... But...

I don't...
But not now!

(OWL HOOTING)

NICK: You picking
anything up?

MONROE: I got nothing.

Except the smell of fear...

On Bud.

Hey, I wanna save those kids

just as much as the rest of you.

I'm just not entirely
comfortable with the idea

that we might encounter the most
hideous beast nobody's ever seen.

Hold on.

Tracks.

Oh, God.

Hey, guys! Guys!

Some going up, some going down.

We're running out of time, guys.
It's getting late.

All right, spread out.
Hey, guys, wait, wait.

Shouldn't we be spreading
out closer together?

GIRL: Help! Please!

Hey, wait a minute.

(FAINT) Help!

BOY: Help!
I hear something.

(FAINT WHIMPERING)

This way.

GIRL 2: Can anyone hear me?
HANK: Look.

GIRL 1: ls someone
down there?

Hello?

BOY 23 Hello?

GIRL 1: Did you hear that? BOY
2: Guys, I heard someone!

BUD: Oh, my God!
It's real!

MONROE: We made it.
They're still alive.

GIRL 1: Please help us!
Get us down!

(LOW GROWLING)

BOY 1: I want to go home.

GIRL 2: Help us!
Please help!

BUD: Quinn!
Quinn, are you up there?

QUINN: Yeah. Yeah!
I'm here. Get me down.

Get us all down!
HANK: Get the ropes!

BUD: All right,
you're gonna be okay.

BOY: Let me go.
Where are you taking me?

I said I was sorry.

(GROWLING)

(BOY GRUNTING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

BOY: Get me out of here!
Get me out of here!

BOY 1: Oh, my God.
QUINN: Please!

MONROE: It's okay.
It's okay, you're almost down.

Hang on.

MONROE: Okay.
You all right?

Yeah.
Come on.

(GROWLING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROWLING)

We gotta help Nick.

Bud, stay with the kids.
Good idea.

All right, kids, everybody here?

You're all gonna be okay.

(GASPS)

What is he?
That's Krampus.

You can see him? Yeah,
sure wish I couldn't.

We can't take him in
looking like this.

I think you're gonna have to holster
your badge on this one, Nick.

We can't just kill him on the ground.
He kidnapped six kids.

And if we hadn't
gotten there in time,

they would've been
Christmas dinner.

Well, maybe you should do it.

(STAMMERING) Well...

You're the Grimm.

And it's not really a Blutbad
thing to mete out justice.

(GROANING) He's waking up.

We need to handle this.

If you try to take Krampus in,

you'll have a hell of
a time explaining it.

Come on, Nick.

This is what
your ancestors did, okay,

sometimes for the
good of all of us.

We can't arrest him
and we can't let him go.

This is not
an innocent man, Nick.

He's Wesen.

If you don't wanna
do this, I will.

(GUN COCKING)

(WATCH CHIMING) Oh, sorry.

Midnight.

Where am I?

What's going on?

What are you doing?
How did I get here?

Oh, no.
It happened again.

It happened again! No!

I sort of black out, and then
I can't remember anything.

It happens every December.

I don't know when it starts,

but I always wake up
on the 22nd.

Sometimes there's blood!

I don't know where it came from!

I just know that I always find
myself in the woods and...

Dressed like this.

Well, you're a long way
from Salt Lake City.

You still live there?

Yeah, for three years now.

How'd you get to Portland?

Portland? I...

I can't remember.

You working?

Yeah, I'm a
freelance photographer.

I do weddings
and family portrait...

Listen, I swear
I didn't do anything.

I just shoot pictures!

I didn't do anything.
I'm innocent.

I'm innocent! I swear!

What kind of Wesen are you?

What kinda what?

Wesen.
Wesen?

I'm sorry, I...
I don't know what that is.

NICK: At midnight,
he reverted from Krampus

into a 42-year-old photographer
from Salt Lake City.

Who had no recollection of what had
happened over the last three weeks.

That could be why Krampus
has never been caught.

How does he not know he's Wesen?

Because if he's in an altered
state of mind, he wouldn't.

My guess, this guy's only Woged

for these three weeks
out of the year,

kind of in a blackout.

And once he's Krampus,

he can't come out of it
until the winter solstice.

I mean, maybe it's triggered by the
changing sunlight or something,

like an extreme case of
seasonal affective disorder.

You mean like when it gets
dark, he gets darker.

Yeah, it's like
a Jekyll and Hyde thing.

So what are we
gonna do with him?

We're not gonna get a conviction.
Nobody can identify him.

Until next year.

Why don't we turn this one
over to the Wesen Council?

Let them deal with it.
Works for me.

I'll talk to Rosalee.

(SILENT NIGHT PLAYING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(SIGHS)