Grimm (2011–2017): Season 6, Episode 6 - Breakfast in Bed - full transcript

Previously on "Grimm"...

I keep thinking I need to be
carrying that stick,

and I wanna know
what's written on that cloth

that's wrapped around it.

[Screams]

Eve is here.
What? Where?

In the wall.

She was drawing too.

You did this?
I think it's connected

to what healed us.

Well, this is a surprise.

There is a third heartbeat.

I'm being haunted.
Were you responsible

for the death?
- In a way.

A mind is a terrible thing
to lose.

[Chattering and shuffling]

[Eerie music]

? ?

Hey, Dan, let's try
and keep it down in your room.

I'm tired of getting calls,
you hear me?

You hear me, Dan?
No more calls.

Oy.

? ?

Hey.
You did it again.

People are trying
to sleep here, Dan.

Yeah, you keep this up,

and you're gonna end up
back out on the street.

[Breathing]

What are you looking at,
old man?

[Door slams]

[Tense music]

? ?

[door creaks]

? ?

? ?

[Floor creaks]

[Gasps]

? ?

[Door creaks]

[Exhales]

? ?

[Distant siren wailing]

[Creaks and gusts]

? ?

[Belching]

[Gagging and choking]

? ?

[Roaring]

[Camera shutter clicking]

Didn't mean to wake ya.

I didn't sleep that much
anyway.

Do you remember
why you did this?

I just remember I had to.

Diana could see it too?

Yeah, Diana could see
more symbols on the clock

than I could.

This has gotta be related
to the stick.

Do you think the seven Grimm
crusaders knew what they had?

That's probably why
they buried it.

The answers must be
right in front of us.

[Tense music]

? ?

[Grunts]

[Blubbering]

No, no!

No, no-no-no-no-no-no,
not again.

Not again,
this is impossible.

[Distressed breathing]

? ?

this is impossible,
this is impossible.

I warned you, Dan!
I told you what would happen!

[Breathing]

[Blubbering]
How did he get in there?

Maybe it was...

It had to be the door.
It had to be the door.

There's no other way, right?
I mean, there is no other way!

Hey, sir, excuse me.
I'm such an idiot.

I should've nailed
the door shut.

Hey, sir.
I should--what--

Do you need help?

Is there someone
I could call for you?

Listen, it's gonna be okay.

I work at a shelter.
I could take you there.

You could get a warm meal
and some sleep.

You want me to sleep?

I want you to be safe.

It's you, isn't it?
What?

How--how did you get
into my room?

Your room?
How did you get into my room?

What are you doing?

Huh?
[Screams]

How?
[Grunting and screaming]

[Dramatic music]

[Tense music]

First time we translated
the cloth,

at least there were letters
with recognizable Latin roots.

And only two words.
[Sighs]

You carved all this
into the walls?

Yes.
Okay, I think this one

is Sumerian,

and this one is Aztec--
I mean, Mayan.

Some of these don't have any
correlation to ancient texts.

But it is some
kind of language.

Or languages.
Yeah,

if you speak hodgepodge.

This appears to be
alphabetic, logo-graphic,

symbolic, syllabic.
I mean, we need our own

Rosetta stone
to crack this mess.

It has to mean something.

Wait a minute.

I think I know this--

seven.
It's ancient.

Seven stars.
It's gotta be the Pleiades.

The constellation.
Yeah.

The Pleiades was a--
was a cluster of seven stars

that held significance
for literally

every ancient civilization
you can think of.

The Aztecs, the Celts,
the Greeks, obviously.

It's usually associated
with times of mourning.

Like sunrise morning?
No, no.

Dead mourning,
as in, you know,

cemeteries, Halloween,
Day of the Dead.

The reason we hold festivals
celebrating the dead in the fall

is because between the autumnal
equinox and the winter solstice,

these seven stars rise
as the sun sets.

Seven stars,
seven Grimm crusaders.

Seven keys.
Lucky seven,

except--I mean,
maybe not so much in this case.

You know, when I was a teen,
I used to wish upon

the first star I saw at night.

What did you wish for?

Oh, a way out of
my messed-up life.

Well, I think we all wished
for that.

Didn't do much good, did it?

Not really.
Both: No.

Well, except for
that last wish.

That one came true.

So...We have exactly
one symbol that we recognize.

I wouldn't call that
much of a translation.

It's a start.

Hey.
So...How's it going

with the new roommate?

A little strange.
- I can imagine.

That is not
what I'm talking about.

She...

She drew this
in the tunnels.

Eve drew this?

Scratched it into
the wall and ceiling

while in some kind of trance.

[Sighs]

Yeah, that's kind of strange.
She say why she did that?

She only sort of remembers
doing it.

I showed Monroe and Rosalee.

Monroe said this one
is the constellation Pleiades.

And what is it?
Some kind of map

of the universe?
[Phone rings]

That's one possibility.

Wu.

Yeah, we're at the precinct.

Northwest Park and Couch.
Got it.

Yeah, we'll be there.

Got a fun one.
Someone woke up in a bad mood,

smashed a guy's head
into the pavement.

You're happy about this?

No, but I'll take
a cold-blooded murder

over an unsolvable
ancient riddle

about the universe any day.

The only big bang theory
I wanna deal with

is the one from a gun.

[Police radio chatter]

Hey.
- Who's our Vic?

The winner for
good Samaritan of the year.

Michael Sobek, 34,
volunteers at a nearby shelter.

Eyewitnesses say
he was attempting to help a man

in distress, screaming that
someone was trying to kill him.

The screamer attacked Mr. Sobek
and did, well, that.

[Dark music]

We know anything
about our killer?

Fled the scene on foot.

Uh, perp is described
as white male,

late 30s, early 40s,
slender, disheveled,

wearing only a white tank
and boxer shorts.

Any idea which way he went?

One of the witnesses
followed him around the block,

and down the street,
but lost him in the traffic.

We set up a ten-block perimeter.
- He have any weapons on him?

None reported--witnesses say
it was all by hand.

We just got a call.

A man matching
the suspect's description

was seen entering
the Englewood Hotel.

I know it.
Four blocks over.

[Sirens blaring]

[Suspenseful music]

? ?

[police radio chatter]

Oh, hey, I was just about
to call you guys.

Anybody walk through here
just wearing underwear

in the last 15 minutes?
- That would be Dan.

He's a mess.
- Dan have a last name?

Yeah, Wells, he just came in
screaming about something,

ran upstairs to his room,
and locked the door.

What's his room number?
308.

How man rooms on that floor?
Um, ten.

How many are occupied?
All of them,

but the guests aren't in
at this time of day.

The hell's going on?
It sounds like a hammering.

[Distant hammering]

Hey, are you the police?

Oh, thank God,
someone finally called you.

That man never sleeps!
Ma'am, you need to get

in your apartment
and lock the door.

Ooh, what's happening?
Now, ma'am.

[Hammering continues]

Dan Wells, Portland P.D.!

We're gonna need you
to open the door.

Dan, if you don't
open the door,

we're gonna break it down.

If--if I let you in,
it'll get me.

Dan, it's just me
and my partner.

No-no-no-no-no,
I can't open this door.

I-i-i don't know
how it gets in, but it does.

[Hammering resumes]

Last chance, Dan.
Open the door.

You--you--you don't
understand, it'll kill me!

[Tense music]

[Loud smash]
Aah.

? ?

No-no-no,
no, no-no-no-no.

No, he'll come for me!
He'll come for you!

He won't let you sleep!

Calm down, calm down.
No one's gonna hurt you.

No, you can't hide from him!

He finds you wherever you are!

Please!
Please, no!

He's afraid of
something getting in here.

I think whatever it is
is in his head,

and it may be a little late
to nail that shut.

So you're thinking
this is just mental?

[Chuckles]
Nah.

We're never just thinking that.

But one could always hope.

We know he's our killer.

What are we looking for?

A reason.

[Heavy breathing]

? ?

I don't really know much
about anybody that stays here.

I really don't wanna ask.

They really don't wanna tell.

This is not exactly the deluxe.

[Chuckles]

Well, how long has Wells
stayed here?

Uh, about two months.

You know, I didn't have
a problem with him at first,

then he kinda got weirder
and weirder.

I think he stopped
taking his meds,

or he started taking something
he shouldn't.

Do you know if he was
using drugs?

Uh, no,
I mean, I didn't see it,

but, you know,
he acted like he did sometimes.

Do you have
that previous address?

Yes, actually I do.
Uh, another hotel,

the Jensen.
- Also not the deluxe.

Do you know if
anybody's threatened Wells?

I don't think anybody
in the hotel did.

Out--outside, who knows?

Well, did you know that
his door and his windows

were completely nailed shut?
- [Sighs]

Crap, I know
he was making a lot of noise.

I didn't know that's
what he was doing.

Eddie!
Eddie, Eddie,

get out here, I need you.
- Yeah, what is it?

Uh,
we got a problem in 308.

The idiot nailed shut
his windows and doors.

Go take care--
- nobody goes in that room

until we're done
with the investigation.

Okay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,

um, that's what I meant.

Thank you.
I'll be around.

Actually, the...
The guy in the wheelchair.

Mm-hmm.
Did he have any contact

with Wells that you know of?

Mr. Lynk?
Spelled with a y, by the way.

First name Charles.
Been here since

before anybody can remember.

He don't make contact
with anybody, as far as I know.

[Whispers]
No one's ever heard him speak.

Thank you.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

[Item clatters]

Meisner?

Meisner, are you here?

Look, don't play games with me.
I'm tired of this.

[Door opens]

[Foreboding music]

? ?

I'm sorry, do I know you?

We've spoken on the phone.

I am Anselmo Baledin.

What are you doing here?

It's important that we talk,
now that Bonaparte is dead,

and you've killed
your political career.

Look, I told you.
The Grimm was responsible.

You also told us
you can handle the Grimm.

Instead he seems to have
handled you quite well.

Well, he had help.
So did you.

Yes, but the help he had
was much better than what I had.

I'm here to clean up
your mistakes.

What exactly does that mean?

Our goals have not changed.

We want you to pick up
where we left off.

You mean with everyone dead?

Except you.

You were the sole survivor.

You said
the Grimm killed Bonaparte.

How do you know this?
Were you there?

I was there.

The Grimm should be dead,
but he's not.

Like I told you,
he's being protected

by something very powerful.

And that's the part I'm having
a hard time understanding.

Oh, well, maybe you could
understand this.

I'm done taking orders,

I'm done with Black Claw,

and I'm done with you.

? ?

You were right, it...

It was important that we talk.

? ?

If these seven dots represent
the constellation Pleiades,

could some of the other symbols
represent other constellations?

Okay.

This is the Babylonian symbol
for the Pleiades,

which means these two

would be Taurus and Orion.

Then it's possible
this could be some kind of

map of the universe?

I mean,
it totally makes sense.

Ancient civilizations
charted the stars

for all kinds of reasons.
Religion, cartography,

you know,
timing the harvest

based on what constellations
were visible.

So maybe it could be
an ancient calendar.

A calendar of when?

[Eerie music]

Dan Wells has no
criminal record to speak of.

He's been cited
for public intoxication

and vagrancy a couple times,
but never anything violent.

Yeah, I'm still here.

Uh, how long has Mr. Wells
been on welfare?

Uh-huh.

No-no-no, that's good for now.
Thank you.

According to housing authority,
Dan's been living

on general relief
and hotel vouchers.

So...Wells didn't know
the victim.

There's no motive
that we know of.

But he nailed
his windows and his doors shut,

because he was scared someone
or some thing could break in.

And yet, to date,
no record of mental illness?

How does this guy have no
record of mental health issues?

Because whatever
happened to him

probably just started.

Yeah,
people do have breakdowns.

Especially when
they first encounter Wesen.

Yeah, let's go ask him.

Do you know
why you're here, Dan?

Do you remember
being attacked?

Why did you nail
the windows and door shut?

What else could I do?

We're here to help.

What are you afraid of?

Sleeping.

Why?

Because that's when
it gets me.

That's why you can't sleep.
You can never sleep, never.

What gets you, Dan?

I don't know what it is,

but when it's there,
I can't move.

You're paralyzed?

I said I can't move at all.

But I see it,

and it's big,

and it comes for me

with its disgusting breath,

its huge mouth full of...

Not teeth exactly.

Then what?

[Moans]

[Roaring]

[Screaming]

Hey.
Hey, hey.

Take it easy.
It never can hurt you in here.

Hey.
[Grunts]

We're gonna need
a chemical restrain in here!

[Wallops]

Or that.

I am pretty sure

this is a piece of
the Sumerian calendar.

I think this one is associated
with the Mayan calendar.

So how did the Sumerians
get mixed up with the Mayans?

That's two different
continents,

two very different cultures,

two different times.
- Yeah.

I mean, the Mayans
and the Sumerians are, like,

3,000 years apart,
give or take a century or two.

Unless they're connected
in a way we don't understand.

What do you mean,
like wormhole-connected?

Yeah, why not?

Hey.
Hi.

Having any luck?

We think this might be
an ancient calendar.

So...This is a calendar?

Here's the deal.
We're thinking that,

if this is a map of the stars,
right?

And some of these symbols
are constellations,

maybe a reason to map them out
this way is to tell time.

What if this was some event
a very long time ago?

And that might tell us
where the stick came from.

That would be good to know.

That would,
but it's not why we're here.

You looking for a Wesen?
Have you ever heard of a Wesen

with a big mouth, strange teeth?

And it paralyzes you in bed.

Hmm,
does it have bad breath?

That's what he said.
That sounds like an Alpe.

An Alp?
Like a Swiss Mountain Alp?

No, different kinda alp.
Alpe, with an e.

I got this in one of my books.
According to Germanic folklore,

Alpen are responsible for
sleep paralysis and insomnia.

Here it is.
Check this out.

When I was a teenager,
a lot of my family

still lived in Germany,

and I was spending the summer
with my great-aunt Ada.

She was always a little loopy,
which is why

she was my favorite aunt,
but her mental state

had begun to seriously decline.

And we didn't know this
until later,

but the reason Ada was going mad
was because of an alpe.

[Dark music]

These are definitely
not teeth.

Yeah, I don't know
if there's a word for them,

but, uh,
I know what they do.

They get inside your head,
and feed.

On what?
Well, they feed on your sleep.

Basically, they steal it.
I mean, with good reason,

because Alpen go insane
if they don't feed nightly

on the proteins our brains
create during rem sleep.

But if the feeding goes on for,
like, a few too many nights,

then it eventually makes
their victims go crazy,

like my aunt Ada.
- How does these Alpen

find their next victims?

Melatonin, lots of it.

And the heavier the sleeper,
the more Melatonin.

An Alpen can sense that.
It's like a drug addict

with a drug.
- Why would an alpe

keep attacking the same victim?

Because when
the body's overcompensating,

the brain produces
even more Melatonin

when it's not sleeping.

Where was this victim attacked?
- The Englewood Hotel.

And how it got in that room,
we know not.

Well, a hotel makes sense.

Lots of sleeping victims
to choose from.

So it could be anyone
in that hotel.

Or who has access
to the rooms.

Over 35 people staying
at the Englewood Hotel

the night before
Dan attacked our victim,

not including the manager
or the maintenance man.

Well, anyone of them
can be an alpe,

but how can we justify
dragging them in for questioning

if it's about eating sleep?

But Wells nailed
his windows and doors shut.

How did this alpe get in?

Well, maybe the alpe was
in there,

and Dan didn't know it.
- Not that big a room.

Oh, listen to this.

In 1954,
a long-term guest killed a maid.

That one was linked
to psychosis,

but there have been
several problems since then,

including six suicides
and three murders.

So what are we thinking?

This Alpe has been using
the Englewood Hotel

as a buffet
for the last 60 years?

Hey, what was the name
of the old guy?

The one in the wheelchair?

Lynk, with a y,
Charles.

The--the manager said
he had been in the hotel

a long time.

There it is.
Middle name: Herring.

No record.

That doesn't mean
he's not a Wesen.

Got your info on
the once lovely Englewood Hotel,

owned by Beverly Garwood.
According to this,

she lives in L.A.
- you have a number?

No, it's my first day
on the job.

[Chuckles]

She is in the 323.

[Phone rings]

Hello?
- Beverly Garwood.

Yes?
This is Detective Burkhardt

from the Portland police.

We're checking on
a property you own here,

the Englewood Hotel.
- What's this about?

One of your guests was
involved in a murder yesterday.

Oh, my God,
on the property?

- No.
- Well, how can I help you?

We're looking for
a little background information

on a couple of the employees,

Scott Mudgett and Eddie Holmes.
You know them?

I don't manage the property
on a day-to-day basis.

I inherited it
from my grandfather.

I can't tell you much
about them,

except that they keep
the place running.

It's not what it once was.

Well, have you ever had
any problems there?

What do you mean?
There seem to have been

a few violent incidents
over the years.

That happens in every hotel.
Is there something

out of the ordinary?
- No.

Thank you for your time.
- Feel free to call me

if there's anything I can do.

She was a big help.

We still don't know
how the alpe got in Dan's room,

'cause his place was a fortress.

These things can't
walk through walls...

Can they?

[Tense music]

? ?

[Bed creaking]
- [Moans]

? ?

- [Growling belch]

? ?

[Growls]

I'm not here to haunt you.
Really?

Then why don't you go
wherever it is you go?

Well,
you might wanna reconsider

conversing with someone
no one else can see.

[Indistinct chatter]

I believe they're going
to kill you.

Who?
Two men waiting by your car.

Why you telling me this?
You trust me?

[Indistinct chatter]

[Tense music]

? ?

[Groans]

? ?

[Grunts]
[Gun fires]

? ?

[gun fires]

? ?

You saved my life.
Why?

This time,
you chose the right side, Sean.

? ?

Are we done?

? ?

[Grunts]

Oh, my God.

[Groaning]

[Suspenseful music]

Oh, my God.

[Grunts]

[Distressed breathing]

? ?

[screams]

[Body lands]

It's Laura Driscoll,
room 305,

across the hall from Dan Wells.

I don't know what happened.

I really don't know
why you guys are here.

I mean, uh, you know,
she tripped, she fell.

These things happen.
- What? Nobody saw it?

Uh, no.
I mean, we just heard a scream,

and then she fell.
- And who found the body?

Uh, maintenance man, Eddie.

We got him in the office.
I'll get him.

She's not dressed to go out.

She ever wander the halls
in her pajamas before?

Hey, guys,
I don't stay up all night.

The guests are gonna do
what they do.

How long has she been
staying here?

About three months.
- You found the body?

Yeah, I was, uh,
covering the front desk

when I heard the scream.

I didn't think much of it
at first, you know.

You get that down here.

But then...
- Anyone else around?

No,
it was pretty early.

About 6:00 this morning.

Let's go check out her room.

[Foreboding music]

? ?

[Breathing]

Other than the bedding
on the floor,

no signs of a struggle.

Well, the windows are locked.

At least they're no
chains or nails this time.

When I checked the door,
no sign of forced entry.

Then why did she
run out of her room?

Dan Wells was gone.

Maybe she was
the Alpe's next meal.

Well, if she was,
how is this Alpe getting in?

I don't know, but I got
the manager on my list.

? ?

Looks like this window
was nailed shut before.

All we got now is an accident.

We need to catch this Alpe
in the act.

So, we think the alpe
is using the Englewood Hotel

as its own personal cafeteria.

We need someone to spend
one night in there,

so that we can catch it
the next time it strikes.

Right, and it can't be
either of you guys,

since you've both
been there as cops,

which is why
you're looking at me.

I don't want him getting hurt.
I'm in complete agreement

with her on that.
- Well, there will be a camera

inside the room, and he will be
wearing a wire.

And we'll be right outside.
Look,

just think of it as payback
for aunt Ada.

I guess.
The only problem is,

Alpen are attracted to
heavy sleepers, which I am not.

Well, Melatonin is
the chemical in the brain

that makes you sleep, right?

That's why
your brain produces it.

You can take Melatonin.

Couldn't you give him
a little boost?

I can give him a big boost,
but I'm still concerned

about that whole
paralysis thing.

It's never gonna get that far.
Nick and Hank will be there

the second the alpe walks
in the room.

Right?
Both: Yes.

We will be monitoring Monroe
from the second

he steps foot in that hotel.

I'm not sleeping a wink
until you get home.

That's very sweet.

Now how do we get
enough Melatonin in me?

[Dramatic music]

Okay.

? ?

Okay.

Be sure to set up the cameras,
so you have a view

of the whole room.
- Got it.

And the only way
you're gonna be able to hear us

is with this earbud,
but don't put it in

until you're in the room.

And here's your housing
authority voucher.

We see or hear anything,
we're coming in.

Good.
Sure you're ready?

If I don't get into
that hotel room pretty soon,

I'm gonna fall asleep
in the lobby.

? ?

[Sighs]

? ?

[Door closes]

Need a room?

[Yawning]
Yeah.

Just one night?

It's all I need.
Just passing through.

Name, previous address
if you have one,

checkout's 11:00.

305.

We have an elevator,
but it's not working.

[Yawning]
Thank you.

[Breathing]

[Yawns]

[Dark music]

[Breathing]

? ?

Wow.

? ?

Well,
I'm in room 305.

All right,
lock the door and windows,

set the camera, and go to bed.

[Yawning]
Doing it now.

[Locks door]

Door locked.

Window locked.

Window locked.

? ?

[camera beeps]

All right, so...

This is the room.

Um, it is--it--
I mean, palatial.

I'm gonna put the camera
right here on the dresser

across from the bed,
so you can't miss me.

Can you see me?

Loud and clear.

[Yawning]
I'm going to bed.

Whoa.
No, I'm not.

Not in there.

[Chuckles]

[Groans]

[Sighs]

Boy,
I hope this works fast,

because this is
a really uncomfortable bed.

Can you still see me?

Yeah, we got ya.

All right.

[Groaning]

[Snoring]

[Sighs]
Anything?

Nothing yet.

? ?

[Lock latches]

This reminds me
of some foreign films

my second wife
used to drag me to,

except this one has
a better plot.

What's going on?
Something's in there.

[Dramatic music]

? ?

[Belches]

[Gasps]

[Choking]

[Staggered breathing]

[Dramatic music]

? ?

[Roars]

Back up!

[Choking]
[Snarling]

? ?

[Gun fires]

[Glass shattering]

[Grunts]

Monroe!
Where'd it go?

Monroe,
can you move?

Camera got knocked over.

They had to have come
from behind the dresser.

Check behind it.

[Knocks]
It's hollow.

Looks like it's attached
to the wall.

[Grunting]

Some kind of passage way.

If he went out this way,
we've gotta go in.

We'll be back.
- [Strangled shouting]

It's getting away.
We gotta go.

[Strangled shouting]

Ah!
[Grunting]

[Strained]
Don't leave me like this!

[Strangled shouting]

[Tense music]

[Groans]

? ?

[Grunts]

? ?

[Panting]

[Suspenseful music]

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[Grunts]

[Roars]

Yeah, Hundjager.

Huh?

[Wallops]

[Grunts]

[Grunting]
[Wallops]

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[Neck cracks]

Correct me if I'm wrong,
but I thought

we were after an Alpe.

Hank.
Hank!

In here.

So I guess
you were trying to tell us

that he was a Hundjager.

What?
Scott.

The manager.

I didn't see any Hundjager.

Dude, I saw an Alpe.

God.
Where is he?

There's gotta be
another passageway.

[Grunting]

[Tense music]

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[Distant rumbling]

I hear him.

? ?

Well,
we've come this far.

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This is a welfare hotel?

Oh, my God.
Who are you?

What are you doing here?
I'm calling the police.

I left mine at home.

Beverly Garwood.
So you don't live

in Los Angles after all.
What do you want?

Little payback
for my great aunt Ada.

Huh?
[Sniffs intensely]

Oh, yeah.
You're the Alpe.

[Growls]

[Growls]

[Both growling]

Oh, my God,
you're a Grimm.

So you can see.
We kinda have a problem.

Don't talk to me
about problems.

You don't know what it's like
to live without any sleep.

Besides,
what would you charge me with?

Being an Alpe?
I didn't kill anyone.

I suggest you leave.

The way I see it, Beverly,

you have two choices.

One,
you sell the hotel,

you give all the proceeds
to local homeless shelters,

and you leave Portland forever.

I don't think so.
What's the other?

As you said,
I am a Grimm.

One less Alpe in the world?

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Who's gonna lose any sleep
over that?

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I'll call my real estate agent
first thing in the morning.

[Growls]

[Roaring]

Hmm.

[Growls]

Well,
like the man said,

life is a nightmare
that prevents one from sleeping,

so...Sleep well.

[Breathing]

[Maniacal laughter]

[Dramatic music]

? ?

You know how the Mayan
calendar ended in 2012?

Mm-hmm.
Well, the problem is,

you can't predict
specific years from the stars,

because they don't
actually move,

but if we could map
the position of the planets

in our solar system, wouldn't we
be able to figure it out?

You mean, because our planets
will never be

in the exact same alignment
ever again?

You know, I actually have
a program that could

roughly calculate the date
based on planet position.

Okay.
Cool, that's our solar system.

There's earth.
Now if we can just

try to match
the drawing on the cloth

with our planet's position.

I'll match it with today's date,
and work backwards from there.

Is it working?

Not really?
The farther back I go,

the more out of alignment
it gets.

Maybe it isn't a calendar
after all.

Wait, hold up,
let me try it again.

That looks right.

Oh.
No, I went way too far forward.

No, what do you mean?
It matches.

Yeah, but that's not
in the past,

that's in the future.

March 24th.

[Eerie music]

So it is a calendar.

I think it is.

Over something
that hasn't happened yet?

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