All language subtitles for Grimm.S03E11.HDTV.x264-LOL

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So the house in
Southwest Hills...

I sell them a security system
for 10 grand.

Wife calls me out there
three times this week.

Can't figure out the system.

So this last time,
she opens up the door.

She's wearing nothing
but a poofy bathrobe.

- Okay.
- So I'm saying to myself,

"wifey...
she's a little bit lonely.

I mean, this is what
this is all about."

Just make sure hubby
doesn't walk in

and find you
tripping her alarm.

Hey, I need to drop a bomb.

Do I know you?

Yeah, you know me.
You know me real well.

What do you want?

You don't know?

I got nothing to say to you.

You don't have to say it to me,

but you are gonna have to say it
to somebody.

What can I get for you,
sweetie?

She's not having anything.
She's leaving.

Don't let me get in the way.

I thought I'd be able to put
this behind me, but I can't.

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

Maybe this will help
you remember.

Now you won't forget.

You're out of your mind.

I'm not going away
until you admit what you did.

You need help.

"Life is the scale
upon which is measured

the depth of a man's soul."
Nice.

Who said that?
I did, just now.

You didn't recognize my voice?

Hey, have you seen
my mini fluted socket?

No, I have not seen
your mini fluted socket.

Hey, how about
after I finish this prescription

for Mrs. Wurstner,
we go grab some kung pao?

I'm starving.

Did you get a letter
from your mom?

Oh, yeah.
That came a couple days ago.

Isn't this, like,
the first communication

you've had
with your mother in...

seven years.

- Good news or bad?
- I don't know yet.

She wants me
to come down to Medford

and have dinner with her.

Wow.

You gonna go?
I'm not sure.

Do we know what she wants?

This weekend is the
anniversary of my dad's death.

Oh.

Well, seems to me like she's
kind of reaching out to you.

Will you come with me?

Of course.

You sure I won't be in the way?

Might be a good thing.

So when?
When do we do this?

She wants me to come down
tomorrow night,

so I guess I should tell her
that you are joining

and that you're a vegetarian.

I'm telling you,
she's in Portland.

I just saw her at the hall!

How the hell would I know that?

I'm telling you, she's crazy.

She sliced up her arm.

We're gonna have a problem.

I got to call you back.

Don't you want me anymore,
sergeant?

You got to be kidding me.

Hey!

Get the hell off my property!

Come back here again, I'm gonna
throw your ass in jail.

Move!

What are you gonna tell
the police?

You want to play games with me?

Huh?

You think you'll get away
with this crap?

I'm never going away.

The hell you aren't.

I'm never going away.

I'm never going away!

Crazy bitch.

Sync & corrections by wilson0804
www.Addic7ed.com

Hey.

Victim is Ron Hurd, homeowner
and senior sales associate

from McCabe security.
Renta-cops for the rich.

When he didn't show up
for work,

the company sent their rep,
Troy dodge, to check on things.

Door was unlocked,
no sign of a break-in.

Mr. Dodge found the body inside
and called us.

Guy in charge of home security
killed in his own home?

Apparently
he didn't turn on his alarm.

Oops.

Center wound too big
for a bullet.

Bullet that big would have gone
through his body

and through the wall.
Too round for a blade.

It doesn't appear
to have been fired,

- but he was ready for somebody.
- Yeah, not ready enough.

A medal box.

When a soldier gets discharged
from the service,

you get your medals
and badges framed.

How do you know that?

My father was in the service.

Big red one, first infantry.

Bronze star, silver star.

So why would someone
want to kill our victim

for his war medals?

No idea.
Ron was a good man.

I worked with him
at the company since 2011.

- Before that, we were in Iraq.
- You were in the service?

Ron was 10th battalion.
I worked for Artemus.

The military contractors?

- Yeah.
- Looks like Mr. Hurd

had a pretty good
security system... any cameras?

Not part
of the employee discount.

You didn't touch or move
the body?

No, sir.
As soon as I saw what happened,

I called 911.

That's the company
looking for an update.

Okay if I take it?
Yeah.

Hello?

So we got a security guy
killed in his own home,

had his gun right next to him,

didn't call 911,
didn't turn on the alarm.

Sounds like he let his killer
in the house.

But what made the hole
that big in his chest?

- We don't have a murder weapon.
- And why steal his medals?

Well, maybe the killer
didn't think he deserved them.

Why would you care?

Unless you were
military yourself.

The cops are still here.

Ron called me last night.

Frankie's in Portland.
What the hell for?

You think she killed Ron?

I don't think she could.

Just watch your back.

- Ready for coffee?
- Oh, yeah.

- Did you talk to your mom?
- Well, yeah.

We're on for tonight.
How are you doing?

You okay?
How did she sound?

Was she emotional?
Were you emotional?

I mean, seven years...
that's a big deal.

I'm very proud of you.

Uh, I didn't actually talk
to her, verbally speaking.

You didn't call her?

I emailed her.
I'm sorry. I just...

I thought it would be easier
that way.

And?

So far, so good.

We have to be there by 5:30.
They eat early.

- "They"?
- My sister's going to be there.

- Deetta?
- Yes.

The same deetta who spent
the best years of her life

sacrificing at home
while Rosalee

frolicked up
and down the coast.

I'm really glad
you're going with me.

I don't think
I could do this by myself.

Well, I suppose we should bring
something, you know,

to ease our way in.

A bottle of wine would be nice
for my mom

and a quart of Jack Daniel's
for the martyr.

It sounds fun.

Ron Hurd did three tours
in Iraq... honorable discharge.

Iraqi war service medal
and two purple hearts.

So Ron's a hero.

Apparently not to everyone.

Last credit card purchase
was at VFW Post 97896,

$35 tab at the bar,
settled up at 11:03 P.M.

And his last three calls
on his cellphone

were right after that
to a Jim McCabe.

- As in McCabe security?
- Yeah.

First two calls lasted
only a few seconds...

probably voice mail.

Last call at 12:09
lasted just under two minutes.

Well, let's go talk
to Jim McCabe

and hit the vfw
on the way there.

Hey, honey.
We have a nice surprise.

An old friend's dropped by
to see you.

She hasn't seen you since Iraq.

You two catch up.
I'll get you something to eat.

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

I really like your wife.
She's very nice.

I guess you never told her
about us.

Get out of my house.

We've got a lot
of catching up to do.

It seems like I cut myself.

That's what happens when you
hold something in for too long.

- You want iced tea or a soda?
- Anything!

Get out of here,
or I'm calling the police.

I want you to call the police.

You know you should.

You're gonna be seeing
a lot more of me until you do.

How's sex with your wife?

You ever think of me?

What happened to your friend?

She had to leave.

- Somebody's in the mood.
- At this hour?

Are you two handsome soldiers
here for the dance class?

Well, take off your coats
and partner up.

Uh, no, we're just, uh...

- Is there someone who works here?
- Well, Candy's in back.

But if you change your minds,
you're welcome to join in.

Can I help you?

Yeah, we just have to ask

a few questions about a patron
who was here last night.

- Okay.
- His name's Ron Hurd.

Oh, God, what did Ronny do now?

- He was murdered last night.
- Excuse me?

His last
credit card transaction

was here at 11:03 P.M.

I don't believe this.

What time did he leave?

Just after he paid
for the drinks.

- What happened?
- Did he leave with anyone?

No. He came in alone,
and he left alone.

Was he with anyone
while he was here?

Yeah, the regulars.
Had dinner at the bar.

Bought a round of drinks
for the guys.

- Do you know who?
- I can get you names.

Anything unusual happen
last night?

Actually, there was.

There was a young woman
who sat with him at the table,

but he didn't seem too happy
to see her.

That was right before he left.
Do you know her name?

Never seen her before, but...

- But what?
- When I cleaned his table

last night, I found what

I thought was something
pretty weird.

It was a cocktail napkin
with blood on it.

What did you do
with the napkin?

Do you remember
what the woman looked like?

Late 20s, early 30s, dark hair.

- Was she military?
- I don't know for sure,

but she looked like
a tough lady.

How long did she stay
after he left?

Not very long.

I'd say she left
within five minutes.

You don't have any
surveillance cameras, do you?

Who's gonna steal anything

with a bunch
of soldiers around?

- Is this it?
- Yeah.

How do you get yourself
to bleed like that?

Might be some kind of pattern.
I don't know.

So are we gonna go in there
sometime today or...

This may not go so well.

On the other hand,
it might go really badly.

Look, we've come all this way.

You got to at least make
an attempt.

Okay.

You're right.
Let's do this.

Okay, okay.

You know,
I appreciate the spirit,

but this is not an assault.

Thanks.

Rosie.

Hi, mom.

This is Monroe.
Hi.

Oh, how nice.

Hey, Rosalee.

Hi, deetta.
This is Monroe.

It's a pleasure
to meet you both.

Good thing you got here
when you did.

Dinner's almost ready.

Please come in.

Make yourselves at home.

What the hell
are you doing, Frankie?

Mr. McCabe, two detectives
are here to see you.

Send them in.

Mr. McCabe, we're Detectives
Burkhardt and Griffin.

You're here about Ron.

- Yes, we are.
- I'll help you any way I can.

As soon as I heard
about what happened,

I started racking my brain
about who could have done this.

I'm afraid I haven't come up
with much,

but I have put together
a file for you.

Ron's full employment record,
clients he dealt with,

jobs he worked...
it's all in there.

He called you last night
at 12:10.

Yes, he did.

Mind telling us what
that conversation was about?

He called about work...

a job we're doing
in South Portland.

It's a little late
to be calling about work.

As you know,
security's a 24-7 job.

Before he called you,
he was at the vfw

having drinks
till about 11:00.

There was a confrontation
there with a woman.

Did he mention her to you?
No.

We just talked business.
Was he seeing anyone?

Do you know who the woman
could have been?

No.
Ron loved the ladies.

Unfortunately, they only loved
him back about 10% of the time.

Anyone you can think of
who might want him dead?

Personal security's
a tough business.

We don't always make
a lot of friends.

That's Troy.

Is that Ron?
Yeah.

We spent time together in Iraq.

Most of my employees have
some sort of military training.

- And who... who's that?
- Bobby Hammond.

- He work here too?
- He did.

Moved to Phoenix
a couple years ago,

opened his own shop.

Look...

Does this mean anything to you?

No.
Where'd you get that?

It was left on Ron's table
at the vfw.

I don't know.

Well, you mind if I make
a copy of that photograph?

Go ahead.

Thanks for this.

Ron Hurd was in Iraq...
three tours of duty.

The other three, Jim McCabe,
Troy dodge, and Robert Hammond,

were all working for
Artemus security contractors.

They were all in Iraq
at the same time,

they're all ex-military,
but only the army guy's dead.

Whoa.

I got a hit on Robert Hammond.

- What?
- He's dead.

- When?
- A week ago.

- Natural causes?
- Uh-uh.

Home invasion.

Danke.

Ah.

You need to calm down.

I can't do this.

I can't do this anymore.

I think we have to come clean.

Forget it.
It's her word against ours.

I told Betsy.

Why the hell did you do that?

Because I'm sick and tired
of living with this,

lying about it.

The cops are gonna find her,
and when they do,

this is all gonna come out.

Jim, we were wrong.

This is the only way.

Maybe.

But can we think about this?

I've thought about this
for four years.

Adalind just got back
to her hotel room.

How's she doing?

Something very strange
happened tonight.

I followed her to the cafe,

and I'm not quite sure
what I saw,

but I think she had
some kind of pain.

Because of the pregnancy?

That's what it looked like,
but it's what happened after.

She reached for her coffee,

and I swear
she never touched the cup,

but it moved away
from her hand.

And then she put
her hand out again,

and this time, the cup moved
right into her hand.

- And what happened after that?
- I'm not sure.

Some kind of power surge,
and the lights exploded.

But I don't think it had
anything to do with her.

You can be sure it did.

Be prepared to make a move
because they will too.

It won't be long now.

She's getting her powers back.

I have to go.

- You wanted to see us?
- Yeah.

I spoke to Captain wilton
at the Phoenix P.D.

This is the paperwork
he sent over on Robert Hammond

and the ongoing investigation
into his murder.

We got a cause of death?

Yeah, apparently he
was stabbed with a poison spike.

- They I.D. the poison?
- Inconclusive.

We're still waiting on Harper

to get the tox screen back
on our Vic,

but the spike in the chest
is the same.

So two
of these four men are dead,

killed in the same way
within a week of each other.

And the other two
are here in Portland.

They both work
for McCabe security.

That one's McCabe.

Could one of them be killing
the others?

Well, there could be
some bad blood between them.

One army guy with
three military contractors...

we know why?

They were all friends.

Check with his C.O.

See what he knows about
the relationship between them.

We got it.

This is delicious,
Mrs. Calvert.

- Oh, call me Gloria.
- Gloria.

I really appreciate you doing
the vegetarian thing for me.

Not a problem.

What did you put
on these green beans

to make them taste so...
mmm... sublime?

Salt.

So Rosalee tells me
you repair clocks.

I do, actually.

I'm from a long line
of clock folk,

all the way back
to the black forest in Germany,

where my great-great-grandfather
was a master designer of clocks.

You can make a living at that?

He gets clocks and watches
to repair

from all over the world,
and he's very, very good at it.

I didn't think a Blutbad

would have the patience
for that kind of detail.

Did you really just play
the wesen card?

So, deetta, um, what do you do?

Well, I used to be
the pacific northwest sales rep

for Simpson dental devices.

Mm. That must have been
very interesting.

But now I make false teeth
here at home.

See, I felt I had to come home
after my father died.

- Deetta.
- Why stop her now, mom?

Well, I'm just saying,
I came home, and you didn't.

- I mean that's what happened, doesn't it?
- Yes, that's what happened.

You came home,
and I partied my little ass off

up and down the coast.
Mm.

So false teeth... I mean,
how do you get into that?

And you know what, Rosalee?

I'd be okay
with all of that, really.

But not showing up
for your own father's funeral?

Even a drug addict can pay
a little respect.

- Stop it, deetta!
- Well, I'm sorry, mom.

But we haven't seen her
in seven years,

and we might not get
another chance.

I mean, was there
a really great party

that you just couldn't miss

or a new boyfriend/dealer
you just couldn't...

I was in jail.

I got involved
with the wrong people,

and I lost everything.

And I got caught...

Shoplifting.

I didn't find out about the
funeral until after I got out,

and by then, neither of you
were speaking to me,

so what was I supposed to do?

How about apologize?

Deetta, not a day goes by

that I don't regret

not being able to say good-bye
to dad.

You have no idea
how sorry I am.

- Rosalee.
- No idea!

I got to go.

Rosalee.

Rosalee.
No, I told you.

I knew this was gonna happen!
It's okay.

No, it's not.
It's not.

It's not.
Yes, it's okay!

It's out.
It's not hidden anymore.

I mean, what,
did you expect to just show up

and have everything be okay?
I don't know!

I don't know
what I was expecting...

maybe a little,
you know, gratitude

for picking up the pieces
after Freddy died.

Look...

You and your mom
and your sister...

You share a history...
Yeah.

Of love and pain,

and... and that's just family.

There are no easy solutions.

What did you shoplift?

A watch.

Really?
What kind?

Mm.

Those are the details.

You really did these things?

I wanted to turn myself in
at the time.

Why didn't you?

I was a coward.

The others told me I shouldn't,
and I listened to them.

They were right.

Nobody's ever going
to read this.

Your confession...

Burn it!

Betsy?

Betsy!

Oh, my God, Betsy!

Oh, honey.
Oh, honey!

Oh, my God.

Okay...

I'm ready.

Okay.

You break
my little sister's heart...

I'll kill you.

Hmm.

I got the video chat set up
with Ron Hurd's old C.O.,

Colonel Adam Desai.

- When?
- Now.

He's in D.C.
at Walter Reed hospital...

terminal cancer.

Colonel, thank you so much
for taking the time.

This is my partner,
Detective Burkhardt.

Wish I could be there
in person,

but the lungs won't allow it.
We understand.

Really sorry to hear about Ron.

We were hoping you could
help us connect the dots

between him
and a few military contractors.

Did you get the photo
we sent you?

I did.

Jim McCabe, Troy dodge,
Robert Hammond.

- So you knew them?
- Yes, Artemus security.

Our platoon was stationed
outside Balad...

minesweeping, peacekeeping...
but half the time

we spent trying to undo
the damage those cowboys did.

- Damage?
- Harassing the locals,

theft, extortion...
dogs without a leash.

You couldn't arrest them?

You don't understand
the arrangement

the military had
with the private contractors.

What kind of arrangement
was that?

A good one for them.

Their deal with the government

exempted them
from any prosecution.

They were untouchable right up
until the winter of 2010,

when Artemus finally got
kicked out of Iraq.

You said they were exempt
from prosecution.

Were they ever brought up
on charges for anything?

A specialist under my command
came to me,

said that Ron
and these Artemus guys

had raped her.

I reported the incident
to my superior

but was told to look
the other way.

But Ron was under your command.

He was transferred
before I could do anything

except file
a restricted complaint.

Went nowhere.

What was the name
of the specialist?

- Frankie Gonzales.
- Do you know where she is?

As far as I know,
she's in South Carolina.

Do you remember the date this
attack on Gonzales happened?

Never forget it.

November 11, 2010.

It's a date.

I hate to say this,

but whatever those guys
are getting, they deserve.

Nurses are waving at me.
It's time for my chemo.

Good luck
on your investigation.

Thank you, colonel.

Specialist
francesca "Frankie" Gonzales,

discharged in 2012,

followed by a page-long list
of misdemeanors.

In and out of rehab,
license suspended...

picked up for drunk
and disorderly conduct

a little over a month ago
in Phoenix.

Same place Bobby Hammond
was killed.

I think we better find out
if she made her way to Portland.

Got a double murder...

same guy who found
your victim's body

and his wife,
Troy and Betsy dodge.

Same type of stab wound.

You think Frankie's doing this?

If she is, I sure wish
I knew what she was using.

Griffin.

Hold on.
Let me get Nick.

Wu's on the phone.

He just got the tox report
on the first victim.

It's a match to what they found
in Phoenix.

Let's have it.
Both victims died

from an excessive dose
of neurotoxins

and enzyme inhibitors

associated
with the family Buthidae.

English, Wu.

The closest match
is scorpion venom.

Obviously, we're not talking
a real scorpion

'cause it would have
to be 6 feet tall.

That's all I got.
Thanks.

This look familiar to you?

November 11th...
the day Frankie was attacked.

We better find out what the hell
we're dealing with.

Neurotoxins,
enzyme inhibitors...

I'm gonna call Juliette.

Yeah, dealing
with a 6-foot-tall scorpion,

we're gonna need all the help
we can get.

Okay, the first candidate

is from 13th-century France.

It's called a Trasque...
a small, solitary creature

who loves the singing
of maidens.

Who doesn't?

Probably not what
we're looking for.

Okay, then going
a little bit further back

to 1100 A.D.,
we have a Shnabeltiermorder.

Nah.

Okay, what about that?

A Manticore?

It's the right size.

"I first witnessed
what I was later to discover

"was a Manticore
while my command lay siege

"at the fortress of hormuz.

"Pliny the elder described
this wesen in his famous

"naturalis historia
circa 77 A.D.,

"tracing its origin
to ancient persia.

"The beast described
had a most unusual body,

"reflected
by a physical duality.

"Part lowen, it also had
a scorpion-like tail

"which could protrude
from its spine,

"having a spike-like nail
at the end

"capable of injecting
a great deal of poison.

"When I attempted to make
a move on this wesen,

"I discovered there were
several more in the ranks.

"I quickly put away my blade to
conceal my identity as a Grimm.

"I was to learn they were some

"of the most lethal soldiers
in our command,

for they have
no fear of death."

Whew. I don't like
that "no fear of death" thing.

It's not healthy.

Nick, what do you got?

A confession...

To the gang rape
of Frankie Gonzales.

Looks like Troy finished writing
it just before he was killed.

The colonel was right.
This is about her.

She's our Manticore.

She killed Ron, Troy,
and Bobby.

There's only one cowboy left.

Get the hell away from me.

November 11th!

You remember this?

Huh?

Get out of the car!

Get out of your car!

Get out!

Get out!
Back away, Frankie.

Don't fight this.
Okay?

If you do,
you're gonna get hurt,

but we don't want that.
Now, against the car.

Put your hands up.
Lean against the car.

Come on.

It's over.

I didn't kill anyone.

Frankie, we know you did.

First Bobby Hammond in Phoenix.

Then Ron Hurd...
you caught him at the vfw.

I didn't even know
they were dead.

- You followed him home.
- To talk!

But when you didn't like
what he said, you killed him.

No, I did not.

And what about Troy dodge
and his wife?

You didn't kill them either?
No.

So what, you tracked down
the four men who raped you

just to say hi?

I spent the last four years
of my life

trying to get past
that night...

Going over every minute
of what happened to me.

They got away with it.

I'm the only one
who's paid for this.

I didn't deserve
what they did to me.

I was a good soldier.

All I wanted was for them
to confess, and they wouldn't.

We know what you are.

What?

I'm a Grimm,
and you're a Manticore,

and that's how you killed them.

That's what you think?

That's what we know.

Then you don't know much.

What?

She's not a Manticore.

What is she?

Steinadler.

It was a Manticore
that killed them?

Who else knows
that you're here?

Nobody.

Frankie, somebody else knows
you're here.

Who did you tell?

The only one is my old C.O.,
but he's in the hospital.

I went to him looking for help
to find these guys.

He said I was wasting my time.
I didn't care.

I had to do something,
or I was gonna kill myself.

But I did not kill them.

Colonel Desai?

He's the only one
that gave a damn.

Hello.

Colonel, it's me, sir.

- Frankie?
- How's your treatment going?

You know I'm not
in the hospital.

You're with the police,
aren't you?

Tell me it's not true,

what they're saying.

I'm just getting
the justice you deserve.

I told you
they'd never confess.

I should have done this
years ago.

I let you down.

I let myself down.
I failed in my duty.

Take care of yourself, Frankie.

He's at the vfw.

You Desai?

That's right.

Where's the bartender?

I sent her out to buy me
a pack of smokes.

It's a little late to quit now.

You said you had something
I'd be interested in.

The restricted complaint
I filed November 12, 2010,

the day after you raped
specialist Frankie Gonzales.

Last copy.

This goes away,
your problem goes away.

How much?

What's
a clear conscience worth?

Nothing.

Psycho bitch is out of control.

I'd say you were
the one who's out of control.

I killed your friends Ron
and Robert.

But I didn't kill Troy
and his wife.

That must have been you.

The idiot wanted to confess.

I guess
it's between you and me now.

I think that's the way
it should be.

It's in our nature.

McCabe, back away!

Drop it.
Turn around.

On the ground.
Hands where I can see them.

It was self-defense.

Yeah?
Not what we saw.

You can't arrest him for
what he did to Frankie,

but you can
for what he did to me.

Troy wrote this?

Apparently, he couldn't live
with it either.

This is all I ever wanted.

The D.A. will probably want
you to testify.

I can do that.

The colonel left
the hospital four weeks ago.

They'd only given him
three months to live.

This was his shot
at redemption.

The colonel was a good soldier.

And so were you.

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