04x20 - You Don't Know Jack

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Previously on Grimm.

Juliette.

I thought for sure you'd be interested to know that Adalind's pregnant.

It's yours. Do you remember that wild afternoon?

What do you want from me?

I need you to protect me from Juliette.

You're choosing her over me.

That is not what I'm doing.

Then get out of my way.

Nick must have some way of communicating with his mother, yes?

Wouldn't it be wonderful if Nick was in mortal danger and needed mummy's help?

There is a way to suppress the Hexenbiest in her.

[groaning]

No.

Juliette, where are you?

Juliette voice-over: You might want to stop by Aunt Marie's trailer.

What have you done?

[dramatic music]

[foreboding music]

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Monroe: Oh, my God.

Unbelievable.

[gentle music]

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This is not Juliette. This is...

This is vengeance.

I just can't believe it.

Even if she is a Hexenbiest.

Okay.

This is not the kind my family ever went camping in.

Nick: This is where we start looking.

Hank: You've seen all these in Portland?

I got to say, man, you've been living one weird life.

You got an extra flashlight?

Yeah.

Monroe: Thank you.

All of these books, the weapons...

Everything in this trailer has been in my family for generations.

Hank: Some of these don't look too bad.

Oh, no, no, no.

Not the Ogre g*n.

Please, not the Ogre g*n.

The one you used to save my life.

It looks okay.

Hank: Some of these weapons were built to survive a lot more than this.

Wu: Hey.

This book's okay.

I don't know what'll happen to Juliette.

Don't make the same mistake I did.

Don't leave the people you love.

Even if that puts them in danger.

All I have are a lot of regrets.

You don't owe anyone an apology.

Yes, I do.

Look, I thought about you every day, for my entire life, and having you back in it.

I don't see why I could ask for anything more.

I'll come back if I can.

Monroe: Look, why don't we take what's left to the Spice Shop?

[lock clicks open]

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[keyboard clacking]

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I don't care what happened to her or what she's become, she's crossed the line.

We gonna go after her?

What do you think?

[email pings]

[ominous music]

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Hey, baby.

Hi.

[horn honking]

Hey.

I love your new hair.

Ooh!

But it's too damn cold to be out here.

It's better than gutting chickens in Creswell.

Much warmer like this.

[sighs]

Stop it. There's a car coming.

You go. I'll get the next one.

Okay.

You want a date?

man: Get in.

You want a date, sweetie?

Jack: You're very pretty.

Not from around here, are you, baby?

I recently arrived.

Ooh.

Well, welcome to Portland.

What you looking for?

Jack: Something a Kehrseite couldn't handle, what you really are.

Mm. You mean something like... this?

Jack: Now you're beautiful.

[chuckles]

This should be fun.

You got some place special?

Jack: I've got a lovely spot.

[Mary Ann giggles]

Where are we going?

Jack: I think we should do it right here.

On the ground?

No, no way.

[grunts]

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You don't trust me.

Why should I?

Because I'm just trying to protect myself and my baby from being k*lled by Juliette.

You've seen what she is now.

I have.

You think I planned all of this?

I don't.

Now how is the suppressant supposed to work?

I don't know how it works; I just know that it should.

I wish it was a little more sure than should.

It's not like I do this kind of stuff every day.

You know, I was perfectly happy lawyer just minding my own business before Nick's aunt came to town.

I really doubt his aunt is responsible for everything you've done.

That's not what I'm saying.

What's the point?

You all hate me anyway, even though I did side with the Resistance and come back here with Nick's mom and Diana.

I trusted you.

Remember when I was staying at your house?

I thought you were trying to help me.

I don't feel good about what we did.

But it was necessary to protect your child.

What's left?

Just my mother.

Okay. When do we get her?

We'll dig her out tomorrow.

[bell jingles]

What's all that?

Stuff from the trailer.

The stuff that wasn't destroyed.

Yeah, we're lucky there's anything left.

What happened to the trailer?

Juliette.

She torched it.

Oh, my God.

We're moving everything that survived into the basement.

She did that to the trailer, what's she gonna do to me?

You mean, besides k*ll you?

Does anybody know where Juliette is?

No.

And we need to get you someplace safe.

You can't stay here tonight.

And I can't take her to my house, that's the first place Juliette'll look.

Well, my place would be the second.

There's no way she's staying at our place.

Sorry, I mean, same problem.

Uh, after eating one of Adalind's cookies and devouring half my carpet, I'm not all that keen, but whatever you guys need.

Where's the last place Juliette would look?

[knocking]

I got the blinds down, curtains drawn, backdoor double-locked.

Bud, this is Adalind Schade.

Adalind, very nice to meet you.

Any friend of Nick's is a friend of mine.

Now, listen. This is very important.

Nobody can know that she is here.

Gotcha.

Not even your wife.

Of course not.

When does she get back?

A week from Thursday.

She and the kids are visiting her sister Louise in Ann Arbor, so we're good.

And you're very pregnant.

W-which is okay, 'cause, you know, I've been there, done that.

Not that I've been pregnant but... well, that was a stupid thing to say.

So what do you need me to do here?

Just keep her inside.

Don't answer the phone or the door.

Copy that.

Is, uh, her husband or, you know, significant other in trouble, too?

'Cause I have enough room.

The fridge is stocked.

D-d-does he like pie?

Do you like pie?

Oh, Nick?

Oh, he loves pies.

We're always bringing pies over to him and Ju...

H-hold on a second.

I think you misunderstood me.

She knows what you meant.

She...

But h-h-how... what do you mean?

How did that?

Juliette's gone, Bud.

Whoa.

I can't believe that.

It's complicated.

Oh.

I could see that.

Right now, you just need to make sure that she's safe.

Yeah. Sure. Right. Whatever you need.

And if Juliette tries to contact you, don't tell her anything.

She wants Adalind dead.

D...

Well, yeah, I'll... I'll... okay.

Okay. I mean, uh, you know.

These things happen, I guess.

Thanks, Bud.

How'd it go?

Kelly Burkhardt believes her son's in danger.

She's feeling heroic?

She's on her way.

Did you ask about the child?

No, if I had, she would have gotten suspicious.

Don't underestimate her.

I don't.

I don't underestimate you, either.

It's better that way.

I'd prefer you not go.

It's been a long day.

Then you should get some rest.

Things are happening very quickly now.

We can't afford to be out of touch.

And you expect me to stay here?

I do.

Your room's right there.

So you don't think Adalind is coming back.

I don't see why she would.

Now that Nick knows he's going to be a Grimm daddy, I'm sure he's taking very good care of her.

Been burning some bridges?

A little payback.

Oh.

We're going to have a lot of that.

[water splashing]

[ominous music]

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[gasping]

Wu: Get any rest?

Not much.

Me either.

Guess we're all in good company.

Hank: What do we got?

Mary Ann Casey, 24 years old.

Picked up a few times for prostitution.

Someone cut her up pretty good.

Who found the body?

Roommate of the deceased and fellow entertainer, Heidi McDunnah.

Got her in the back of my car.

Heidi, these are detectives Griffin and Burkhardt.

You're the one who found her?

Mary Ann? Yeah.

Were you two working last night?

Heidi: Yes.

When was the last time you saw her?

Just after midnight.

Was she with someone?

I don't know. I was busy.

I left her on Couch and Third.

And we usually check in on each other every hour, and she didn't come home.

I went looking for her.

I didn't find her till this morning.

We were supposed to look out for each other, and I let her down.

Look, I'm just gonna cut to the chase.

I'm a Grimm, and I know you're a Klaustreich.

I don't know what you're talking about...

Yeah, you do. Now, we need to know.

Was Mary Ann a Wesen, too?

She's a Fuchsbau.

She have a boyfriend?

No.

She have a problem with anybody?

We don't have a pimp, if that's what you're asking.

Johns giving you any trouble?

Nothing out of the ordinary.

But you never know when someone's gonna go off.

I just can't believe this happened.

I can't believe that she's dead.

You can let her go.

Brenner.

Yes, sir.

This officer'll make sure you get home.

Let's take a look at the body, see what we got.

She's Wesen. So is the Vic.

Wu: Wesen prostitutes?

My mind's going a lot of places with this.

Well, if they're Wesen, maybe the k*ller is too.

A lot of blood.

Oh, man. Throat cut.

With a very sharp instrument.

Maybe the k*ller isn't Wesen.

Well, that'd be a nice change of pace.

This is more than just a cut.

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Renard: You need a minute?

Yeah.

You knew her?

I did.

Hi, Mom. It's me.

I know we never had a chance to say good-bye after you kicked me out.

So good-bye.

And there are probably a few things you should know.

I had a baby with Sean.

Can't imagine what you'd think of that.

I named her Diana.

But that didn't work out so well because she was stolen by the Grimm and his friends, including Sean, and the Grimm's mother who, by the way, k*lled you... which, I guess, you do know.

Anyway, uh, now I'm gonna have another baby.

You'll never guess who the father of that one is.

It's Nick, the Grimm.

So the only reason you're not rolling over in your grave is because you're here.

You weren't the greatest mother.

And I'm sure I wasn't the greatest daughter.

But I loved you.

And now I need you.

You are gonna help me stop Juliette from k*lling me and my baby.

And then I'm gonna get Diana back, and I'm gonna raise both of my children the right way.

So thanks, Mom, for being dead when I needed you the most.

Let's get her out of here.

According to Mary Ann's sheet, she's been picked up for prostitution and possession.

Last arrest was three months ago.

First offense a year and a half before that.

Previous address in Creswell.

What about known associates? Any dealers in there?

Two that I know of: Marcus Ivon, Clinton Wasco.

Just got the report from the M.E.

Says the victim's uterus was skillfully removed with a very sharp blade.

Are we talking scalpel?

A drug dealer with a medical degree? Probably not.

The wounds indicate that the k*ller is left-handed.

Really?

This is starting to sound a little familiar.

Prostitutes, left-handed k*ller, organs being surgically removed.

You're thinking Jack the Ripper?

Well, if I remember correctly, same M.O.

Only difference is that was London, and this is Portland.

Here we go: "London, September, 1888. Elizabeth Stride's body was found in a dark yard off Berner Street at 1:00 a.m. Her throat had been cut with a sharp instrument. Another victim named Annie Chapman also had her throat cut and uterus removed by an unknown assailant."

Renard: You think this is a Jack the Ripper wannabe?

Maybe.

You tied this to any other victims?

Hank: Not in Portland. So far, just the one.

We're doing a five-state search to see if the k*ller's on the move.

Well, there could be one difference here.

Our victim is Wesen.

Unless Jack's were too.

Intriguing idea.

No way to find that out unless you can talk to Jack.

Stay on this.

The press'll be all over it if they make a connection.

How much has gone out?

Nothing yet.

Good.

Let's keep it that way.

And what if those murders back in the 1800s were Wesen-related?

Jack didn't pick his victims because they were prostitutes.

He picked them because they were Wesen.

Sounds like Jack the Ripper could've been a Grimm, except for leaving their heads on.

I wish we had the trailer.

Well, not everything was destroyed.

We might get lucky.

Then let's go.

I can't do it.

I know I need to, but I can't.

Monroe?

Me?

I'm vegan.

I'll do it.

Thank you.

Uh-huh.

[coughs]

Rosalee: How much of her do we need?

Adalind: Tongue, liver, gallbladder, and four ribs.

All right.

Here's the liver.

Oh, and the gallbladder.

Maybe you should sit down. You don't need to...

No, I'm fine.

Now for the tongue.

[sighs]

[grunts]

So how long does Mom have to cook?

Um, I'm not really sure, but I think we'll know when it's done.

Cool.

[stew splashes]

Now for the ribs.

Here goes.

[knocking]

Don't worry.

I'll check and see who it is before I let them in.

You okay?

[sighs] It's just not that easy being pregnant, cutting up your mom, and waiting for someone to k*ll you.

Monroe: Honey, it's Nick and Hank.

We'll be in the basement.

Look, it's not the trailer, but there's plenty of room, at least.

So what are we looking for?

Hank: Serial K*llers.

Monroe: Ah, that's a nice change of pace.

Anyone in particular?

Nick: Jack the Ripper.

Or somebody like him.

Jack: Hello, love.

What do you want?

Jack: I'm looking for something special, what a Kehrseite wouldn't understand, something wild.

[low growl]

Jack: Just what I had in mind.

Wild costs extra.

Jack: You're more than worth it, love.

Now, my friends call me Jack.

I could be your friend.

Jack: Well, I'd like that, Heidi.

Do I know you?

Jack: I've been watching you.

And you've been talking to the police, haven't you, love?

[gasping]

[Jack grunts]

Monroe: Wait a minute.

I think I might actually have something here.

This is from the Luxembourg Peasant's Revolt of 1798.

Check this out.

"During the chaos of the bloody conflict, I continue to patrol the streets at night, where Blutbaden from the surrounding countryside had come to feed on refugees."

Now, let me just clarify here: My family never did the refugee thing.

Just for the record.

"Having k*lled two Blutbaden in a fortnight, of young girls whom I knew to be Wesen with their throats slit and their stomachs cut open. Normally, I would not get involved in Wesen-on-Wesen kills, but the sheer brutality made me curious. Was this the work of another Grimm?"

Well, was it?

I don't know.

Monroe: The rest of the page is b*rned off.

Let me see if there's more.

Uh, "Later, came upon a soldier k*lling one of the town's prostitutes and removing various organs. For what purpose, I still do not know, for when I cornered the soldier, he did not woge. Yet, there was something in his eyes, as if the Devil himself had taken hold of him. At that moment, I knew what I had to do, Wesen or not. And even as I plunged my sword into him, he smiled as if death meant nothing to him."

"Taken hold of him"?

Does this mean the soldier is the k*ller?

Or something was making him do the killings.

You mean the old "Devil made me do it" defense?

Come on.

That is, like, a classic Wesen excuse.

[bones grinding]

Adalind: That's the last rib.

Rosalee: Okay.

Perfect.

Did you find anything?

Yeah.

And it's a little unnerving.

Nick thinks the k*ller who did the k*lling wasn't actually the k*ller who did the k*lling because the k*lling was done by a k*ller who'd been dead a long time.

Seriously?

According to the books, Jack the Ripper might have been around a hell of a lot longer than anybody thought.

Ooh.

That really does not smell very good.

I think is has got to be almost ready, don't you?

Oh, Nick. She's gonna faint.

Whoa! Adalind!

I...

You need to lie down.

No, I need to finish reducing the potion.

No.

You need to stay right here.

Adalind, I've got this.

Thanks.

Okay.

Okay.

I think it's boiled down by now.

Yeah.

[ominous music swells]

Whoa.

I think it's done.

Did you see the skull?

Uh-huh.

Yes.

Adalind: Then all we have to do is strain it.

[cell phone rings]

Wu, I'm putting you on speaker.

Nick, we got another body, same M.O.

Nick: Where?

Under the Broadway Bridge across from Union Station.

We're sealing off the area. It's the roommate.

Wu: The one we talked to.

We're on our way.

You good here?

Loosely speaking.

What?

Nick has got to be going crazy right now.

Maybe we should contact Trubel.

That's probably not a bad idea.

Wu: M.E.'s on her way, but just like her friend, one slice to the throat, abdomen cut open.

So it's either the same Jack copycat or a copycat of the copycat.

What about the possession thing?

What possession thing?

I've been getting hourly calls from the Mayor's Office wanting to know what the hell we're doing about this.

Is it the same?

Yeah.

Do we have any leads?

Nothing we can share with the press.

Share it with me.

Well, it's possible we're dealing with something very old.

What kind of something?

Well, first reference is 100 years before Jack the Ripper.

Several similarly mutilated women.

The k*ller was supposedly a soldier.

He was k*lled, but 100 years later, the murders started again and were blamed on Jack the Ripper.

And everyone that's k*lled the same way was blamed on a copycat.

But what if it's not a copycat?

Well, I'm not taking that to the press.

Look, whoever's doing this is flesh and blood.

Find him.

How are we supposed to book a k*ller who's over 300 years old?

Nick: We have to find him first.

I think it's just getting started.

I think that's all of it.

It looks like water.

Won't taste like it.

[bell jingles]

Ugh.

How'd it go?

Adalind: It's done.

That's it?

Yep, it's pure now.

Now all we have to do is get Juliette to take it.

Oh, that'll be a snap, 'cause, you know, the last time she took something we gave her, boy, that worked out like gangbusters.

And if she thinks Adalind had anything to do with it, she'll never take it.

Unless she knows it works.

How are we gonna know that?

It only works on Hexenbiest.

That's why I'm gonna take it first.

If it works me, it'll work on her.

You can't.

Yeah, I don't have a choice.

If she stays a Hexenbiest, I'm dead.

Ooh!

[foreboding music]

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[gasping]

[shuddering] God.

How do you feel?

Like I just drank my mother.

How long before we know if stuff is, you know, doing anything?

Mm.

Not too long.

I think I want to sit down. Mm.

Nick: Why, what's going on?

Adalind: You better hold me down.

Nick: What?

Adalind: All of you, just hold me down.

Nick: Okay.

Oh, God. Here it comes.

[growling]

Don't let go!

[moaning]

[shrieking]

[wailing]

[bed shaking]

Monroe, the jar!

Oh, my God!

[dramatic music, rumbling]

[gasps]

[rumbling]

[glass shattering]

[dramatic music swells]

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I have a pulse.

Good.

She's warm.

What happened?

Well, things got a little intense.

Mm. Yeah, they did.

Did I hear somebody scream?

Yeah. That would be you.

Oh.

That's why it sounded so close.

[all speaking at once]

No, I need to sit up.

Well, I guess we should see if it worked.

I think you should just lie down.

No, Nick.

I need to know if this made a difference.

You all better stand back. Just in case.

Monroe: All right. Just stand back.

[Adalind sighs]

[soft music]

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Well, I...

I guess I'm good.

Now all you need is Juliette.

Juliette: Nick's house.

It's a two-story house: two bedrooms upstairs, a front door and then a door through the kitchen and then the garage is on that side.

Kenneth: Here?

Mr. Stevenson. He works for the phone company.

He lives alone. His wife d*ed.

His daughter lives in Phoenix.

The Clemens.

They're both in their 70s, retired.

They've lived there forever. They mostly stay at home.

Kenneth: And this one?

Peter and Dana Greene.

They moved in about two years ago.

They have two young boys, around 5 and 7.

And here?

Renters.

I don't know who they are.

How many?

Three.

Well, you know what they say.

Three's a charm.

I've done a lot of bad things, but I-I-I didn't know that was gonna happen to Juliette.

Get some sleep.

Nick.

When this works for her, what happens to our baby?

No one's gonna take him from me this time.

What happens now?

You keep her here.

Right, right.

I... I can do that.

But eventually the wife and kids are gonna be coming back and I...

As soon as it's done, I'll find someplace for her.

Right.

Okay.

I think I should stick around tonight, just in case.

Just in case what?

We don't know.

That's why I'm staying.

Oh, right, right.

Yeah, that's probably a good idea.

Just in case.

Get some sleep.

[sighs]

[line trilling]

[phone buzzing]

It's Nick.

Pining for you, is he?

I doubt it.

No, no, no, no.

Let him twist a little more.

Suffering's good for the soul.

Juliette: Hi, you've reached Juliette. Leave a message.

[voice mail beeps]

Juliette, we need to talk.

It's important. There's something that can help.

Call me.

[phone clatters]

Now, at this moment, there are no suspects.

However, we are putting the full force of the department behind this investigation.

Mr. Mayor.

I want to add that I have complete confidence in our police that they will quickly find this k*ller and that they will bring him to justice.

And rest assured, I am putting all our resources behind this investigation.

woman: Is this a Jack the Ripper copycat?

man: He's using the same methods.

I mean, have you found any connection to other victims?

woman: What are you doing to keep women off the street?

woman: Jack was left-handed.

Is this guy left-handed?

I want to assure the citizens of Portland that the police are doing everything we can.

man: Have there been any notes? Jack the Rip...

[tense music]

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[gasping, groaning]

♪ ♪

I need to see you right away.

No, no. It can't wait.

But then, when?

♪ ♪

[clears throat]

[knocking]

Sean. What's wrong?

Something's happening to me.

You were sh*t again?

No.

This is from when I was sh*t before.

It's the same wounds.

They were healed. Then they just started bleeding.

It's happened over and over.

Has anyone else seen this?

I went to see a doctor.

I had an MRI. I had a CAT scan.

They say there's nothing wrong with me, but there is something wrong with me!

Okay. I need you to sit down.

Have there been any dreams?

Yeah.

I keep reliving the moment I was sh*t.

And then I wake up and I...

I have this dream that something is reaching for me.

[screaming]

And I've had blackouts.

And where are you when that happens?

I don't know.

I keep waking up in these strange places...

In a pool, at a fountain, in my... my bathtub.

Always around water?

Yeah.

I just... I just don't know how I got there!

Okay. I need you to calm down.

Look, c-can you help me or not?

I don't know. It's gonna take some time.

No, I don't have time!

I don't even know why I came here!

This is a complete waste!

Sean!

I need you come back!

Hank: This is where we are.

Bodies have been found here and here, so we're gonna need extra police presence in all places known for sex trafficking.

All right? Thank you.

Let's get on it. All right, man, where you been?

Things are heating up around here.

I've tried Juliette I don't know how many times.

So you haven't spoken to her yet?

No. She's done with me.

I'm not gonna leave another message.

You gonna get that?

Burkhardt.

Juliette: Nick.

Juliette.

Juliette: Sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you.

I've been really busy.

Juliette, we found a way to help you.

Help me?

Really?

Nick: Yeah. We have a suppressant.

A suppressant?

We tested it, and it will work.

I thought you said there wasn't a cure.

Rosalee and Henrietta both said...

I know, but this can help.

Juliette, this will work.

Just come to the Spice Shop.

Monroe, Rosalee, and... and I have found something.

When?

Now?

Okay.

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

[lock clicks]

[hissing]

Jack: ♪ Some say the Devil's dead ♪
♪ The Devil's dead ♪
♪ The Devil's dead ♪
♪ Some say the Devil is dead ♪
♪ And buried in White Chapel ♪
♪ Some say he rose again ♪
♪ Some say he rose again ♪

She's here.

Juliette.

Hey, Monroe.

Rosalee. Hank.

Nick.

Anybody else?

Juliette, we all know this is... It's a little bit awkward, but, really, it's for the right reason.

Fixing me?

Yes.

Such good friends.

But how did this happen, this special medicine?

How did you suddenly figure it out?

The books.

From the trailer?

I guess I went a little overboard when I found out that whore was pregnant with a little Grimm.

Juliette, this will work.

So that means you've tried it on, what, a Fuchsbau?

No. A Blutbad?

I doubt it.

Wouldn't that mean you'd have to try it on a Hexenbiest to make sure it works?

Juliette, take it. And we can...

Oh, it's "we" again?

Look, Juliette, we're just trying to help you get back what you lost.

Take it.

Please.

Well, all right.

Let's just get this over with.

Juliette, stop.

Do I look like I need anybody's help?

No, Juliette! It's all we've got!

[yelps]

[glass shatters]

[growls]

[grunts]

[g*n clatters]

[Monroe and Rosalee gasping]

When are you all gonna learn that I like who I am?

Well, we don't.

[hisses]

Well, that's just too damn bad.

You made me. Now get used to it.

[ominous music]

Nick.

Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

She's doing it.

♪ ♪

Rosalee: What are you doing?

No!

I've got no control!

No!

Nick!

Let go of the g*n!

I can't stop it!

[g*nsh*t]