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Hey, honey.
What's going on?

Just got to the opening.

I'm sorry I couldn't join you.

What do you think?

- Not really my taste.
- How is it?

See anything you like?

Yeah... interesting work.

A little Modigliani meets Matisse.

Hmm. You're much more
of an abstract kind of a guy.

- I miss you.
- I miss you too.

Okay, I'll see you in the morning.

I can't wait to get home.

- Love you.
- Love you.

I hate it.

Too bad.
I think it's pretty good.

If you like this one,

I don't think I'm gonna
be able to sleep tonight.

Mmm... this piece exemplifies
focus on the use of color

as a means of emotive expression.

By avoiding a more literal
transcription of human nature,

it clearly comprises
the basic tenets of fauvism.

Really?

Doesn't mean it's good.

- Are you a painter?
- Why?

I'm a collector.

What are you collecting tonight?

Oh, nothing here.

I was just thinking about leaving.

You wouldn't want to have
a drink with me and keep talking

by any chance, would you?

Thanks, but no.
I have to go.

Okay.
I just have one question.

What the hell is fauvism?

You're a collector
and you don't know?

Well, I collect
what I'm attracted to.

It's a style les fauves,

which is French for "wild beasts."

Loosely comprised of early
20th-century modern artists

who used wild brush strokes
and bold colors

while their subject matter
exhibited a high degree

of simplification and abstraction.

Much like a man
trying to pick up a woman.

Here I was, trying to be abstract,

but I guess I wound up
being pretty simple.

All successful creative
endeavors are simple.

So I must have a chance.

Wow.

I... I really can't stay.

Oh, I hope the print didn't
put you in the wrong mood.

No... it's not you.
I'm sorry.

Look, I think you just
need to relax a little bit.

You don't understand.

No, you don't understand.

You know exactly why you came here.

Okay, baby.

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Is it working now?

Not in the sense
that I can see anything.

Oh, my gosh.

It should be working.
I don't get it.

Can you please just let me try?

No, no, no, no, no.
All right, how about now?

Are you using input or output?

Oh!

Oh! Ahh!

- What was that?
- We just got egged.

Stay here.

No, I'm coming too.

No, not unless you have a gun,
and you don't.

One gun in the house
is enough, thank you.

What the hell are you doing?

It's just kids.

Oh, God!

- Run!
- Run!

Yeah, well, they egged our window.

They can't... no, come on.

They're probably scared to death.

Yeah, maybe this
is a little overkill.

You think?

Come on, let's go.

I used to do crap like that
all the time when I was little.

I mean, you're kids.

You dare each other
to do stupid stuff.

There was this really, really old guy

who lived on our block,
and we all thought

that he looked like a troll.

So we'd always dare each other
to run across his backyard,

which seemed really scary.

Well, my dad said
that he was a war hero

who'd been really badly injured
in one of the wars.

That's why he looked the way he did.

Wait, so you're telling me
you think these kids

think I'm a monster?

No.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm just saying
that we haven't exactly

been the quiet neighbors next door.

No, I guess we haven't.

Maybe that's something
we could work on.

Two Eisbiber kids egged
my house last night.

You're the monster under the bed.

I think some Wesen
found out you're a Grimm

- and they're curious.
- What's a Wesen?

You know, Blutbaden, Fuchsbau,
Wildschwein, those of us

the Grimms have been trying
to eradicate for centuries.

Yeah, but you know I'm not like that.

Dude, join the misunderstood.

Try telling people I don't eat meat.

It's like I told you
when we first met.

None of us have ever seen
a Grimm before, you know?

You're not real, you're
a scary story we tell our kids.

"Be good or a Grimm
will come cut your head off."

Okay, so now I'm on
some kind of Grimm grapevine.

You're big news in the Wesen world.

Look, it's not them
who I'm worried about.

It's who they're gonna tell
and who they're gonna tell.

You gotta deal with that
before it gets any worse.

How's it going with Juliette?
You tell her anything yet?

Ah!
Not quite.

Nada?
Zip?

Diddly?

Yeah.

I guess Grimms
aren't that brave after all.

No, no.
I got it.

- Death calls.
- Shh.

- Yeah, what do you got?
- Have a nice day.

- Where?
- Victim's Ryan Showalter, 28.

Stock analyst
with Mindel, Brandt, and Zoic.

Neighbors hear anything?
Any witnesses?

No, haven't found anybody yet.
We're still canvassing.

- It's a pretty quiet building.
- Surveillance cams?

Lobby and parking garage.
We're downloading it now.

Who found the body?

Girlfriend, Amy Lewis.
She's an actress.

She lives here,
she had in audition in L.A.

She got back around
9:00 A.M. and found him.

That's her over there.
She's pretty shook up.

- I would be too.
- We sure that's him?

Girlfriend I.D.'d him.

Says he's missing his gold Rolex.

She's certain
he'd have been wearing it.

Said it's registered
with the insurance company.

The body's completely desiccated.

That doesn't happen overnight.

When was the last time
anybody saw him alive?

Try last night.

According to his girlfriend,

Showalter was among the living
at an art gallery opening

at 8:00 P.M.

She spoke to him
on his cell phone last night.

No way this guy was alive last night.

Hey, I found something.

Looks like it was bitten off.

Yeah, nail Polish.

Must be a woman's finger,
but you never know.

At least we'll get a clean print.

- Aah!
- What?

It moved!

Must have been a nerve.

You want to pick it up again

or you want me
to give you the finger?

That's Ryan.

Could be that's the phone call
with the girlfriend.

How well did you know Ryan?

He bought a few pieces
from me, but I can't say

that I really know him.

- Wait, who's the woman?
- I've not seen her before.

I remember the hat,
but I've never seen her before.

I thought this was invitation-only.

Yes, but we work
from a list that a number

of other galleries work from.

I can't say that I know
everyone on it personally.

We're gonna need that list.

Of course.

She's leaving.

He's leaving too.

Could be he caught up
with her on the street.

Maybe they had plans
to meet up later.

And he didn't want
to be seen leaving with her.

Or she didn't want
to be seen leaving with him.

So who was seducing who?

My experience...

The woman runs the relationship.

Well, you two seem to get all
the interesting cases lately.

Not that I'm complaining.
Love the challenge.

Well, I can tell you
the cause of death.

Your victim was made to ingest
something highly corrosive.

Some kind of acid.

What kind?
I don't know... yet.

But the mouth, esophagus,
and stomach lining

were all eaten away.

Whatever it was completely
liquefied his organs,

which were then sucked out
through this jagged incision

here, in his abdomen.

And what could do that,
some kind of embalming pump?

Well, those are usually used
to pump things in, not out,

but I suppose you could
switch it around.

Would that explain
his overnight mummification?

Oh, it might.

Now, what about
the incision in his abdomen?

Was that a knife?

More like teeth.

It looks something like a bite mark.

Literally sucking the victim dry.

Are we looking at a revenge killing?

- Don't know yet.
- Victim's never been married,

so we ruled out ex-wives.

Current girlfriend's
alibi checks out.

Could be an ex.
He was a bit of a player.

And the only thing missing
was his Rolex.

We got the serial number
from the insurance company.

- Put it on a hotlist.
- And what about his financials?

Not in debt.
Doesn't seem to be a gambler,

except maybe the stock market.

Well, lots of people
lost money on the market,

maybe one of his, uh, female clients

didn't appreciate his stock tips.

Anybody look at
our pension funds lately?

There's motive
for homicide right there.

Hey, we got a hit off that finger.

Same print turned up at a crime scene
in Phoenix five years ago.

Phoenix P.D.
Emailed you guys their files.

- Tox reports are on your desk.
- Thanks.

Let's see what we got.

Well, this looks familiar.

Seems like your killer's
been to Phoenix.

Victim's name was George Dixon, 25.

Last seen at his bachelor party.
No suspects.

The single print is all they found.

Only thing taken
was his fiance's wedding ring,

worth 10 grand.

Could be she's collecting
trophies of her kills.

A ring in Phoenix, a watch here.

Looking at the tox report,
the victim was found

in a mummified state, just like ours.

You ever hear of latroinsectotoxin?

Yeah, gargle with it every morning.

- What is it?
- It's an amino acid

found in spider venom.

Why can't she just shoot
these guys and keep it simple?

Some people don't like guns.

Some people don't
like spiders either.

Well, she's already killed twice.

Could be more victims.

See if you can find another match.

- Let me know.
- All right.

Why don't you deal with Phoenix?

I'll follow the venom.

"Traveling on a steamer
from Singapore,

"I met a Japanese doctor
by the name of Hasegawa,

"who I was surprised to discover
shared my abilities.

"He gave me the following scroll,

"which described a recent encounter

"with a previously unknown creature.

I've had several passages
roughly translated."

♪

Well, if you can't hold your liquor,

you shouldn't be drinking.

What do you want from me?
What are you doing here?

I came here
to ask you the same thing.

Why are you and your buddies
watching my house?

- I...
- Just breathe.

Come on, breathe!

None of us have ever
seen a Grimm before.

Where'd you hear about me
and where I live?

Hey, Doofus!
Where's the beer?

You.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

I have three kids.

You're the one who started all this.

No, no.
Well, yes, sort of.

But I-I didn't mean anything.

It's just that nobody believed me.

I didn't know how else
to prove you were a...

- You have a very lovely wife.
- We're not married.

- Even better!
- Please...

- You don't have to kill us.
- I'm not gonna kill anyone.

- Really?
- Good. That's good.

Unless they threaten me
or my girlfriend.

No, no, no.
We... we would never do that.

- Never. Ever.
- How many Wesen have you told?

Nobody!

W-well, hardly anyone.

You know, maybe just
a couple of neighbors.

All right, here's what
you're gonna do.

You're gonna make sure
that whoever you told

and whoever they told
never come to my house again.

Oh, fine. Sure.
We can do that.

- We... uh, right?
- Of course!

You bet! Absolutely!

Well, I hope so...

'cause I'd hate to have
to come back here.

Y-you won't have to do that.

Not that you're not always welcome.

- Anytime. Anytime!
- Good.

So we understand each other.

Turn-down service.

Housekeeping.

Same bite marks.

This is a...

Piece of dress, maybe.

Let's get hotel surveillance,

see who we got wearing a black dress.

5'7'', 120 pounds.

Just like our suspect
from the art gallery

except for the blonde hair.

Little black dress.

Same as the fabric
we found in his hand.

Just got off the phone
with the chiefs of police

in Phoenix and Albuquerque.

They've linked your fingerprint
to two more murders

in Phoenix five years ago.

Victims were found desiccated
within a three-day period.

Bite marks on each victim.

Now, there were also three
murders with a similar M.O.

In Albuquerque
five years before that.

Were all thought to be some sort
of ritualistic killing.

No suspects were ever charged.

Three murders every five years.

Only two victims in Portland so far.

Means the ritual isn't complete.

They're also gonna send over
a list of items

that the killer took from
each victim, mostly jewelry.

Watches, rings.

Look, we want to get ahead
of this thing,

we need to figure out
how she's picking her victims.

She will kill again.

Can I, uh,
give the pretty lady a hand?

Now, that is a really pathetic line.

Does that ever work for you?

Never.
But I keep trying.

Well, today might be
your lucky day then.

I actually could use a hand.

You can start with that.

Ah, the heavy lifting first.

Thanks, dad.
Come on, mom.

We're late.
We gotta hurry.

Good luck.

Watch the offsides!

Oh, come on in.

Caught me making some Baddenwurst.

I was feeling sort of homesick.

My mom used to make
this stuff all the time.

- You want some?
- Who's in it?

Okay, when my Nana used to
make it, she stuffed it with,

you know, whatever,
whoever was around.

- Yeah, I think I'll pass.
- No, but mine's vegetarian!

No, I'm good.
Thank you.

So you wanted to
talk about spider poison?

Actually, I want to talk
to you about spider... Wesen?

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

We don't really consider
them part of the phylum.

Personally, I'm not
a spider fan per se.

I catch one, I wash it
down the drain, watch it squirm.

But only if I catch
them in the house.

If they're outside, then
live and let live, you know?

I found a book,
there were some photos in it,

but it was mostly
written in Japanese.

Japanese?
That's interesting.

Don't expect me
to translate it though.

Ich sprechen some Deutsch,
but that's about it.

There's a whole bunch
of different kinds

of spiders, you know?

Some molt, some eat their young,

which I consider the height
of bad parenting,

but as far as we're concerned,
they're pretty harmless to us.

Well, what about the kind

that suck the insides
out of their victims?

Oh, that kind of spider.

- You know it?
- Yeah.

I'd say that looks like
a spinnetod... a death spider.

There's not many of them, thank God.

They're like the black widows
of their world.

I really don't know
much about them except

they kill after sex,
which, to my way of thinking,

kind of ruins the evening.

I wish I knew something
about their habits.

And do they have any rituals?

I don't know.

Have you searched the web,

so to speak?

Actually, wait a minute.

- Charlotte.
- Seriously?

I might know someone
who can help you.

Yeah, if she's still alive.

And when you ran
around the outside...

And kicked that goal.

I thought I was gonna
scream my lungs out.

Too bad we lost.

Honey, it doesn't matter
if you win or lose.

I know, it's how you pl the game.

Well, I guess we drilled
that one in pretty good.

We missed you last night, mom.

I know.

At least I got to see your game.

And... I also got your dad
something very nice.

Something he's really gonna like.

What is it?

Wow.

This is amazing.

Thank you, honey.

Ew, you guys are gross.
I have homework.

- Take your dishes.
- I know.

I like your watch, dad.

This is too nice to wear everyday.

It's for special occasions.

You look fantastic.

I love you so much.

- What is this place?
- It's a Klosterhaus,

a retirement/monastic
retreat home for Wesen.

You guys have your own rest homes?

Yeah, we're not savages.

Except for Schneetmachers.

Noted.

Charlotte?

It's nice to see you
again, Charlotte.

You're looking... well-ish.

Don't bother.

I know what I look like.
I'm not blind... yet.

Come on in.

This is Nick.
He's a Detective.

And he's something else.

He's a Grimm.

But don't worry,
he's sort of a modified Grimm.

What's he gonna do to me
that time hasn't already done?

I'm investigating
a string of murders,

and I think they involve a spinnetod.

You're helping him?

Well, he's sort of new at this, so...

I turned my back
on who I was years ago,

which is why I'm here.

How many victims?

- Two.
- What did they look like?

Mummified.
Their insides were sort of...

Turned into dégueulasse.

- Gut butter.
- In a way, yes.

But you're right.
That's a spinnetod.

You're sure she's killed twice?

In Portland.

And three in Phoenix
before that, five years ago.

And three in Albuquerque
five years before that.

15 years.

Three, three, and two.

Yep, that'd be right.

Her age would be between 28 and 32,

depending on when she first
went through le retour d'âge.

The transition.
The ange.

But she'll have to kill again,

within three days
of the last feeding,

to interrupt
the mortification process.

- Mortification process?
- Sounds like fun, doesn't it?

It's really quite not.

So what happens if she doesn't kill

and the mortification
process continues?

You're looking at it.

Can you guess my age?

I'm 26 years old.

When she told me that,

I thought she was a total whack-job.

I mean, I didn't mean it
in a bad way.

We're plagued by a condition
that causes rapid aging.

The only way to reverse it

is to kill and suck the lives
out of young men.

You have to understand, this
is not something we want to do.

We don't take pleasure from it.

Tears out your heart.

But no matter how much
the kills torment you,

how many tears you cry,
there's no stopping it.

The biological imperative

is virtually impossible to resist.

Was anything else
taken from the victims...

Besides their lives?

Yeah, there was a Rolex watch
taken from one of the victims.

We're attracted to shiny objects.

I don't know why, but we are.

You're not wearing any.

As you can see, I've chosen a life

where I won't give in to temptation.

Not that it's always been easy.

You two young men look
more tantalizing by the minute.

Okay, so, Nick, unless
you have any more questions.

Nope, I'm good.

Thank you, Charlotte.
It was lovely to see you again.

Mm-hmm.

She's only killed two victims so far,

and if Charlotte's right,
today is the third day

of the mortification process.

Sounds like she's gonna
kill again and soon.

Exactly.

Yeah, I'm gonna stay home tonight.

Play a little cello.

Um, hold on, read it to me again.

Yeah, that's it.
On our way.

Don't bother to sit.

We just got a hit on the Rolex watch.

- Where?
- Washington middle school.

- Excuse me?
- Principal just called.

Ben. He's one of our seventh graders.

Took it home and showed it
to his mother.

She asked him where he got it,
and he said he traded it

for his Mountain bike.

She was very upset,
called the school,

brought it down here,
and as soon as I looked at it,

I realized it was
a very expensive watch.

I wanted to make sure
it wasn't stolen,

so I called the police

before I did anything else,
and here you are.

And, uh, did Ben tell you
where he got the watch?

Another student.
Sally Marcinko.

Sally.

Hi, I'm Nick.
Your name's Sally?

Look, you don't have to be scared.

We just want to know
where you got the watch.

I-I-I found it.

Sally, you told Ben that
you took it from your father.

You've got the list.

We're looking for rings and jewelry.

You catch a look at the wife?

Bandage on her finger.

Excuse me.

How'd you hurt your finger?

It's not much of a story, really.

We're still interested.

I was making dinner
while helping with homework

while yelling at some
telemarketer never to call again

and I mistook my finger for a carrot.

Could we see the cut?

You're not squeamish, are you?

Not so bad now.

Almost healed.

Any other body parts you want to see?

I told you where I got the watch.

Right, a swap meet.
For $200.

A $20,000 Rolex.

The guy selling it
thought it was a knockoff.

Can you hear yourself, Robert?

Do you know how dumb
that story sounds?

Just because you keep repeating
it doesn't make it true.

But it is true!

You never thought
your little girl would take

that watch to school and
trade it for a bike, did you?

Bet your partner in crime's
really pissed at you right now.

I swear to God,
I have absolutely no idea

what you guys are talking about.

We're talking about
a woman who's killed

at least eight people, and
that Rolex connects you to her.

Now, we know it's not your wife.

So tell me, who is she?

I don't know anything
about any murders!

Then I'm done talking to you.

Rolex gives you possession
of stolen property.

You could at least
charge him with that.

As far as accessory to murder goes...

You got nothing.

His wife's involved.

I know it.

I should be back by 11:00.

Sally will be fine, Lena.
Don't worry.

Hey, tonight's about homework.

You need to remember
why you're here, okay?

Whatever.

I got nothing on this guy.

He's stonewalling and he's good.

- We got it.
- What?

Something you're not gonna believe.

Make me a believer.

We got a hit on the wife's
print taken from the house.

It's a match to the finger
that we found on the floor

of Showalter's condo.

What? How's that happen?
The wife had all her fingers.

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

But look at it.
It's an exact match.

We found our killer.

Well, you get to
explain this to the D.A.

Oh, no, no, no.

I'm gonna let her explain that.

I'm gonna take
another crack at the husband.

I know about Lena.

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

She's a spinnetod.

And now you know what I am.

- What do you want from me?
- I know she's gonna kill again.

Then you know I can't stop her.

I don't expect you to.

Where is she?

I don't know.

I never have.

Spinnetods kill their mates...

So why are you still alive?

I first met Lena in high school.

And you can imagine, she was the
most beautiful girl in school.

You've seen her,
so you know what I mean.

And me?
I didn't stand out.

We had this social studies
class together.

We looked at each other
and we just knew.

Talk about chemistry or electricity

or whatever you want to call it,
but we had it from day one.

And it's still the same now.

You want to ask me
why she lets me live?

It's because there's no life
for either of us

without the other.

I'm alive because she loves me.

Portland P.D.!
We're coming in!

Go, go, go!

Move! Move!

Mrs. Marcinko!

You guys go downstairs.
We're going up.

Got it.
Let's move.

Clear!

Hallway clear!

Door to your left.

♪

Hank!

What do you got?

I don't know.

Somebody want to tell me
what that is?

It looks like skin.

Detectives.

Harbor patrol
just found the wife's car

at river place marina.

Ah!

Called the skip.

He says we can
take her out in the morning,

if you'd like to,
have brunch on the river.

Let's see how tonight please out.

God, you are so beautiful.

What...
What was that?

It's probably
just the wake from the boat.

Water scares me a little.

I'll go take a look.

I'm a cop.
Don't talk, don't move.

Come with me.

I'm taking him off.

Does my grandma know I'm coming?

Yeah, we talked to her
on the phone, she knows.

Is my mom okay?

- She wasn't hurt.
- Where is she?

When can I see her?

When can I see my dad?

Maybe tomorrow?

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