Previously on Grimm...
I have to see her.
I don't have your baby.
Viktor!
We're losing him.
Time of death 1:34 PM.
Can I ask you something about the girl
staying at Nick's house?
Theresa Rubel.
She's a suspect in a double homicide,
and I'm having a bit of a problem with this.
I'm Special Agent Chavez. He's not the Grimm.
I think I know who the Grimm is.
You okay?
- [Groaning] - Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Ah! - What's going on?
What the hell?
I don't know where I am.
__
I don't know where I was.
What? Do you know where you are now?
Yeah.
I had this blinding headache.
You said you saw something.
Some kind of old room.
You're scaring me.
- Yeah, me too. - I'm okay.
Uh, you were on your knees, Nick.
Yeah, you couldn't see us.
We're taking you to the hospital.
No, I don't need to go.
Don't argue. We're going.
- I'm not gonna fall down. - You kind of just did.
I got the door.
Let me drive.
[Chuckling]
[Rat squeaking]
I see you.
- [Gasps] - [Chuckling]
No, no, wait, please.
Let me go!
Let go of me! Calm down.
Nobody's gonna hurt you.
Look at me.
You're the Grimm.
What do you want?
You cut off Weston Steward's head.
I'm sure he was surprised to see what you are.
Detective Burkhardt took you in.
Why?
Does he know you're a Grimm?
Listen carefully.
There are people who find what you are
and what you can do very important.
They would be extremely interested in your services.
You would think that it's the FBI.
It's not.
No idea what you're talking about.
What you're doing now
is not nearly as important as what you can be doing.
Being able to identify and destroy
dangerous wesen influence in society
is a very valuable gift.
It should not be wasted.
There is a home for you, a select group,
all working together, all with the same goal.
I'm sorry we had to do it like this,
but I had to make sure you were who I thought you were.
All we're asking is for you to think about it.
I'll be in touch.
And, Theresa,
tell no one,
for your sake...
And theirs.
I'm not seeing anything out of the ordinary.
Nothing that would explain headaches or visions.
No chest pains, slurring of speech,
pains radiating down your left arm?
- No. - Yeah, he was talking to me.
- He just couldn't see me. - Well, I can't say
this is something I come across every day.
I'd like you to see an ophthalmologist
to make sure there's no optic nerve damage.
Let me see those hands up!
Ladies and gentlemen,
good evening once again,
and welcome to Kingston's boxing here in Portland, Oregon.
Are you ready for the main event?
Come on! Come on! Yeah!
You're late. Bobby, don't hold back.
How you feeling, huh?
Hey...
Keep your eye on the prize, kid.
You're gonna be world champion someday.
Please, don't.
[Grunting]
[Growling]
[Grunting]
Let's get him out there.
[Breathing heavily]
[Groaning]
Let's go, kid.
Let me see those hands up!
And now, it's fight time at Kingston.
[Cheers and applause]
Wearing black and gold, weighing in at 164 pounds,
with an impressive 9-0 record,
Portland's own Clay Pittman.
Introducing Tyler "Hitman" Stephens.
[Audience jeering]
Whoa, whoa.
Come on, get out. Come on, come on, let's go.
Son of a bitch broke my jaw.
Broke my damn jaw.
- It's not enough. - Get the hell out of here.
This ain't over.
Fight.
[Bell ringing]
Come on, Clay.
That's it.
Yeah, that's it! [Laughs]
Get up! [Bell rings]
Get up! [Shouting indistinctly]
Get up! Get up! Another first round knockout
at 37 seconds in the first round...
- That's it, baby. - Clay Pittman!
[Cheers and applause] Yes, yes, yes, yes!
[Tense music]
♪ ♪
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You coming to bed?
What's that?
This is what I saw, except there were rats.
Rats?
Looks like some sort of prison or a dungeon.
Why would you see something like that?
I don't know.
This started after what Adalind did.
Yeah, it's got to be connected.
I just wish things were back to...
What? Normal?
I don't even know what that is anymore.
Being a Grimm?
Not being a Grimm? Not being a Grimm and knowing?
Look, I'm sorry.
I'm just tired.
All right, so then I guess now is not a good time
to ask you why Wu brought this over.
He wanted to know why we have a murder suspect
staying with us,
and why Hank and I introduced her
as a criminology student at a crime scene.
I think you're gonna have to tell him the truth, Nick.
I'm not a Grimm anymore.
What am I supposed to tell him?
[Door opening]
- Hey. - Hey.
You okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, all good.
Night.
Clay was born ready.
Your boy ought to be grateful for the opportunity.
I expect that contract this afternoon.
You booked another fight?
Seattle kid hurt his shoulder.
I'm putting Clay in his place.
He was in the ring all of 37 seconds, Abe.
He's good to go. It's too soon.
Three more wins...
just three more and we're fighting in Las Vegas.
Now get your ass out there and tell him.
[Phone ringing]
Yeah, who's this?
Clay messed me up, man.
You got to make this right
or I'm reporting you to the commission,
and they'll pull your license for what you do.
25 grand or you're done.
Damage to the optic nerve can cause blind spots,
pain, distorted vision...
but your nerves look healthy.
And lean back.
However, there seems to be an unprecedented level
of activity in the macula.
Which means?
There are cells in the retina known as cones.
Most people have three types... blue, green, and red...
and the overlap of these cones
allows people to see a spectrum of colors.
A small percentage of women have a fourth cone
that allows them to see colors invisible to the rest of us.
Are you suggesting that Nick has a fourth cone?
In the area where the abnormality appears,
there could be a fourth or even a fifth cone.
So basically, I'm a freak.
Hey, Nick, do you see things the rest of us can't?
Not that I know of.
[Chuckles] Not a surprise.
Since no one can really see the world
the way everyone else sees it,
people with special vision tend to be unaware of it.
Is this something that could have just appeared recently?
No, he'd have been born with it.
Then what's causing the headaches?
There's some swelling in the area,
which may be preventing light from triggering the cones.
Now, whether that's temporary or permanent, I don't know.
And Juliette is really struggling with the whole,
"finding a cure for Nick" thing, you know,
him going back to being a Grimm.
- Can you blame her? - No, not at all.
I mean, we get it.
It's just, she actually asked us...
didn't so much ask.
More suggested. Right.
That not finding a cure might be the only way
for her and Nick to have a normal life together.
But there are a lot of bad wesen.
Very few good Grimms.
Adalind did this to Nick.
How do we know there weren't any long term effects?
Exactly.
I mean, look what she did to Juliette.
And you.
So we're sort of thinking
maybe we should talk to your Captain,
because he might know what was in the potion that...
or at least where he got it.
Hmm.
They just moved him out of ICU.
[Knocking]
Hey, you, you got a minute?
- Actually... - look, I know I'm intruding
here, but I think this is really important.
Hank, what are you doing here?
What... it's not my business, anyway.
Look, it's about the wedding and that girl.
She's a Grimm, and you know, there's a lot of talk around.
Everybody's kind of on edge, not knowing,
is she good? Is she bad? Are we in danger?
Bud, she's a friend of Nick's.
You have nothing to worry about.
Oh, well, that's a relief.
You know, in a way, maybe it's sort of good news.
You know, having two Grimms.
What?
Nick can't see us anymore.
Oh, my God, he's blind?
No, bud, he can't see wesen.
Wesen.
He's not a Grimm anymore.
Oh, I got to sit down.
This is terrible.
This is worse than I thought.
You know, probably best you don't tell
anybody about this, okay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're right, you're right.
A lot of wesen out there who would like to know he's
not what he used to be.
I got to get home and not tell anybody.
You got my money?
[Screaming]
[Indistinct police chatter over radio]
Hey!
How you feeling?
- Better. - Man, you had me worried.
I mean, you were looking right at me and couldn't see me.
I got to say, I was a little freaked.
What'd the doctor say?
It's all good.
What have we got, Wu?
A city worker found the body this morning.
Dragged him out of the water. Body's pretty beat up.
Looks like it's been in the water all night.
Vic's name is Robert "bang bang" Moore.
"Bang bang" was on his license?
I didn't look at his license.
I arrested him on a DUI 100 years ago.
He's an ex-boxer. Did time for aggravated assault.
- Some pretty big holes. - Not from bullets.
Probably dumped farther up river.
We got an address for bang bang?
Just ran it.
Where's the city worker?
He's right over there.
Hey, Nick.
Nick,
we really need to talk.
Yeah, later.
Do you know where your brother, Bobby,
was last night?
He went out to meet somebody.
Do you know who?
No, but he was mad.
He got busted up real bad the night before.
Where?
Kingston boxing.
Had something going on at the fights.
When I got home from work, I saw his face.
What was he doing at the fights?
He was picking up work, maybe?
He didn't tell me.
Thing is, he couldn't stay away.
- He gamble? - No.
Bobby just loved boxing.
He was damn good.
He just got hit too many times.
If I hadn't given her to Victor,
he would've killed me and you.
So you had no choice but to give
my granddaughter to the royals?
I know you better than that.
You wouldn't have given her to Victor,
but giving her to the resistance
wouldn't have guaranteed her safety, either.
However, it would be advantageous if the royals
thought the resistance had her.
Are you gonna tell me where she really is?
I don't know,
but she's with someone who owes allegiance to no one.
[Knocking]
Oh, I'm sorry. We can come back.
No, please, come in.
We need to talk.
Monroe, Rosalee, this is my mother, Elizabeth.
- It's nice to meet you. - Hi.
You've spoken to Nick?
- Yeah. - That's all right.
She's up to speed.
In order for you to help your friend,
you need to know what was in the potion.
I can show them where Adalind made it.
You're not going anywhere.
They need to know what she used and how she did it.
They won't be able to do this without my help.
You're not well enough.
Nick helped bring your granddaughter to safety.
Now, if it wasn't for him, she'd be
with the royal family right now.
And you think Nick can help keep them from finding her?
Yes, as a Grimm.
I'll go with them.
No, we... we don't need to take you
away from your son at a time like this.
Don't be afraid of me.
Oh, afraid? No, no, it's...
to beat a hexenbiest like Adalind,
you need a hexenbiest like me.
[Rat squeaking]
Oh.
Open!
[Screaming]
Stan Kingston?
Come on, Clay.
Put some energy in it.
You gotta make weight.
Time.
Mr. Kingston, I'm Detective Burkhardt.
This is my partner, Detective Griffin.
- Is there a problem? - You promote fights here?
That's right.
Clay, come over.
Meet a couple of fans.
This young bull is gonna be
the next middleweight champion of the world.
His trainer, Abe Tucker.
Hey, how's it going?
Nice to meet you.
Tickets, anything you need, gentlemen,
just drop your cards at the door.
- We're investigating a murder. - Murder?
- Bobby Moore. - Bobby Moore?
You got to be kidding.
We understand he worked the fight here.
Hey, I don't know what you were told,
but Bobby was in no condition to work anymore.
I mean, he was a great fighter in his day,
but he stayed in the game too long.
- But you saw him? - Yeah,
I threw him a few bucks to keep the riff-raff out.
That's about all he could do.
And don't you have security for that?
I help ex-boxers whenever I can.
Bobby's sister said he was pretty beat up the other night.
He did his job.
I paid him. He left.
That's the last I saw him. Either
of you see him after that? No, sir.
Probably got into it with some drunk at a bar somewhere.
Wouldn't have been the first time.
If you do think of anything else...
Bobby was one of the guys in my dressing room.
I hit him too hard, didn't I? Didn't I?
You didn't do nothing he didn't get paid for.
We believe Kingston?
Did you just ask if I believe a fight promoter?
- Clay looked nervous. - Yeah.
Bobby Moore's an ex-fighter. Whoever gave him that beating
had to know how to handle themselves.
[Heavy thumping]
That is not normal.
Not even close.
Stan did two years for fraud and tax evasion,
was acquitted in '07 of manslaughter,
settled six lawsuits with ex-fighters out of court,
but still got his promoter's license.
[Chuckles]
What have you got on the kid?
Still lives with his mom.
Been in the fight game for less than one year.
It's cheating, right? If he's wesen?
Well, there're probably wesen in all sports.
But in boxing, that kind of edge can turn you into a killer.
You know, maybe they're all wesen... Stan, Abe, and Clay.
May want to bring Trubel in on this.
No.
She could tell us what kind of wesen we're dealing with.
She almost got killed last time, Hank.
I can't protect her anymore.
She's a Grimm.
And I'm not.
What are we supposed to do,
bring her in to every case that we think involves a wesen?
That's not fair to her. She's not a cop.
Nick, she still has a lot to learn.
The more you teach her, the better she's going to be,
and until we find out what's going on with you,
we need her to be her best.
I can smell it.
Really? 'Cause I'm not picking up any...
Adalind's life, her mother...
Her fear, her loss...
Oh, that smell.
This is where she mixed it.
Don't do that.
There's a lot of both of them in here.
We need to find this spell.
Look for a book that won't open.
I'm sorry.
A book that won't open?
Won't that make it kind of hard to read?
Just find it.
What's up?
Got a boxer who might have been involved in a murder.
- And he's wesen? - It could also be the trainer,
the manager, or one of the other boxers.
We want you to spend some time at the gym.
- Doing what? - Working out.
Don't piss anybody off.
Don't follow anybody.
Don't start any fights.
I like boxing gyms.
I used to sleep in one in Chicago.
I picked up a few moves too.
Well, don't use them.
The boxer we're looking at is Clay Pittman.
All we want to know is who's wesen.
Here's a new phone.
I texted you the address of the gym.
Got it.
You see something, you call.
She'll be fine.
Whose alibi you want to check out first?
Let's start with the kid.
Clay just had a knack for it.
Such a quiet boy. I never knew he had it in him.
Well, he's done real well. You must be very proud.
Oh, I am.
Works hard.
You know where Clay was last night?
After the gym, he came home, ate,
soaked in an Epsom bath, went to bed.
Sometimes, I wish he'd just go out with his friends.
How long has Clay been with Stan Kingston?
Oh, Stan discovered Clay about a year ago.
He told me my son had something special.
He's a... he's a good manager...
oh, and his trainer Abe, too.
He's like a father to Clay.
What about Clay's dad? He around?
No, he's...
took off a long time ago.
No contact with him?
None.
But we will be hearing from him soon as Clay hits it big.
That's the kind of man he is.
Look, I'm... I'm not ignorant to the evil around my son...
people wanting to take advantage of him, take his money.
It's hard to know who to trust.
But you trust Stan?
I trust my son.
[Phone ringing]
- Burkhardt. - Found bang bang's car
about a mile upriver from where the body was found.
His cell phone was in the seat.
I need to know if he called anyone associated
with the boxing gym.
I already checked.
3:02 P.M. yesterday, placed a call to Stan Kingston.
Lasted 23 seconds.
Thanks, Wu.
We need to get back to the gym.
Hey, could you help me with this?
It keeps coming undone.
Yeah.
- Thanks. - Let's see...
What's your name?
- Trubel. - [Chuckles]
I didn't ask what you are.
It's just a nickname.
It's a good name for a fighter.
Yeah, what do they call you?
Just Clay.
I don't like nicknames.
How do you not like nicknames?
They got Bone Crusher, Boom Boom, Sugar Ray.
- All boxers have cool names. - I don't.
Well, who was your favorite fighter, growing up?
Didn't have one.
- Get out of here. - Yeah, never watched.
What? You even like boxing?
You serious?
You ask a lot of questions.
I mean, why do you do it if you don't like it?
Money.
For me and my mom.
Oh, and what easier way to spend money
than getting punched in the face, right?
Hey. Hey.
What are you doing, talking to him?
This ain't no social club.
Go get ready for tonight.
You, get lost.
No way. I paid my 15 bucks.
- Oh, you a fighter? - That's right.
Looking to get a few bouts, make a little money.
Really?
Hurricane.
Let's see what you got.
Oh, no, I'm just getting back.
You're either getting in, or you're getting out.
Which is it?
Guess I'm getting in.
Abe, glove her up.
Keep your hands up.
Didn't I tell her not to get in any fights?
[Bell ringing]
Both: [Grunting]
- We got to stop this. - Give her a chance.
You'll blow her cover.
Both: [Grunting]
- You fight dirty. - Sorry, I...
yeah, I like dirty.
You got a lot of potential, kid.
Abe is gonna start training you full time tomorrow.
Now, you go get a shower.
We'll talk after.
Keep Clay in the dressing room while I deal with this.
Keep showing up, you're gonna have to pay gym fees.
A few more questions.
Oh, I need to get my boy ready for a fight.
So soon?
Hey, I line them up. He knocks them out.
That's how you make a name for yourself.
What do you want?
Bobby Moore called you at 3 P.M. yesterday.
Call lasted 23 seconds.
What did you two talk about?
Yeah, he was looking for more work.
Thought he could pick up a few bucks at tonight's fight.
And you just forgot to mention that this morning?
I got more on my plate than worrying about a drunk has-been.
- He say where we was? - No, and I didn't ask.
Where were you last night?
Aw, come on, guys.
I've been through this before.
Answer the question.
Treated Abe and myself to a fat, juicy steak
and a bottle of wine at ringside,
the restaurant, not the gym.
Check if you like.
Why are they back, Abe? They must know what I did.
- You didn't do nothing. - No, I hit that guy,
and I hit him, and I kept hitting.
Clay, you listen to me.
You did not kill Bobby Moore. You don't know.
I-I can't do it anymore.
No more fights, Abe.
Please, you tell Stan for me.
Tell Stan what?
Cops are asking a lot of questions about you, Clay.
No worries.
As long as we're a team,
they'll never know what you did.
Go on. Get some rest.
A lot of press is gonna be there tonight.
Gonna make your momma proud.
Abe, get some more guys.
Better ones this time.
Kid needs to be fired up.
I'm not gonna do it.
Clay can't take it anymore.
I make those decisions, not you.
This kid is going all the way.
Cancel the fight
or I'll tell Clay the truth about what happened to Bobby.
You threatening me after I brought you this far?
It's over.
You're gonna shut your mouth...
And do as you're told.
[Snarling]
[Growling]
Stan's wesen.
Abe too, but a different kind.
You get a good look at them?
Oh, yeah, just get me to the trailer.
If I could show you how to get out of here,
would you be happy?
Do you know a way out?
[Chuckles] Oh, I do.
Six stones in, three stones high.
What does that mean?
Six stones in, three stones high.
[Chuckles]
Six stones in,
three stones high...
through the wall you must try.
Hello?
[Chuckles]
My name is Hofmann.
You want to find your baby?
Uh, yes.
Yes.
You know a way out?
I've got to find her.
Please, get me out of here.
It's a treacherous journey.
You will need your strength.
Eat this.
Oh, my God, you have food.
[Dog barking]
We must go. Hurry.
Now.
Stay close to me.
You must move quickly.
They will be after us.
This one won't open.
Let me give it a shot.
I think we got it.
I wish we had these when I was in school.
Have you finished?
What?
Knife?
I mean, that's a good idea,
'cause that'll open it right up.
Please, tell me that hurt.
Here's the spell she used.
Can you reverse it?
Not here. It's contaminated.
I need a place that's untainted by another hexenbiest.
We could go to the spice shop.
What? It's... what?
I mean, yeah.
Sure.
[Growling]
What about this?
He didn't have that horn on his head,
but just as ugly.
That's it. That's him.
That's Stan.
- You're sure. - 100%.
Oh, "I witnessed this type of creature"
"intimidating others around.
This beast cannot be trusted." Okay, here we are.
"Schinderdiv use their brutal force to pin their victim,
and razor sharp tusks to inflict damage."
Same type of puncture wounds.
What about this wesen?
"A heftigauroch is"
"a bull-like wesen that morphs into rage when provoked."
Seriously? We're talking raging heftigauroch.
- It's your book, man. - That's Abe,
only he looks a lot older than that.
"Their hard heads and strong hands make them great fighters.
"However, despite their inherent ability,
it is not in their nature to fight."
So they inherit this great ability,
but they don't want to use it.
I bet Clay's the same type of wesen.
He doesn't even like boxing.
[Phone ringing]
Burkhardt.
What?
They found a body a few blocks away from the gym.
It's Abe Tucker.
What's the exact location?
Trubel, come on.
Wait here.
Looks like an apparent suicide.
Jumped from the roof.
It's quite a jump.
Looks like he's got more holes in him than rebar.
Holes that look kind of familiar.
What is it?
A note.
"I killed Bobby Moore. I'm sorry."
He's short and to the point.
You think Stan was having steak with Abe this time?
Let's ask him.
Hey, don't hold back.
Nobody's going inside.
What are you... I got a fight.
Anyone who doesn't belong here should go.
This is harassment.
You're not going anywhere.
You killed Bobby and Abe.
You must have some pretty good evidence
to make a charge like that.
We do.
You're wesen.
Got no idea what you're talking about.
Oh, yeah, you do.
You're a schinderdiv.
[Snarling]
You don't know anything.
But I do.
That's right, dude.
Grimm here.
You. [Growling]
Both: [Grunting]
- Where's Clay? - I don't know.
He's got two minutes to get out here
or I'm calling the fight.
Okay.
[Growling]
Both: [Grunting]
[Cracking]
You broke his neck.
Oh, I didn't mean to kill him.
You didn't. I killed him.
He attacked officers of the law.
You were not even here.
Calling it in.
Tell Clay he doesn't have to fight.
You okay?
No. If Trubel wasn't here...
we can't keep doing this, Hank.
Where's Stan?
I don't know.
Abe's not here, either.
I can't go out there, mom.
I don't want to fight.
No. It's what you do, son.
Now, the fans and the reporters...
they're all waiting for you.
You don't understand. It's killing me.
Sweetheart, look at me.
Look at me.
You know, I love you,
and I only want what's best for you.
I know, mom.
I got you the best manager and the best trainer.
And they did what I told them to.
And when they didn't, I did.
Now, you get out there,
and you do what you were born to do.
You get out there, and you fight.
Get up.
Get up right now, Clay.
Fight.
Fight. Get up and fight.
Now.
Hey! Hey, stop it.
Leave him alone.
Clay, you don't have to fight. Stan's dead.
Dead?
[Growling]
She's a Grimm.
[Growling]
Kill her.
Kill her before she kills us.
[Snarling]
Kill her!
[Grunting]
No, Clay, don't.
Put it down, Clay.
Clay, put it down.
No!
No.
[Cracking]
I'm done.
[Whispering] No, Clay...
Clay...
no, Clay, wait.
Tonight's main event is a forfeit.
Winner by default, fists of fury,
Frankie Solanos.
[Crowd jeering]
"To a mirrored image it will make...
"Den topf dann mit Dem hexen bedecken...
"Cover the pot with your hand...
"Um das gebrau wohl auszuhecken...
And breathe in the mixture from the vat."
I wonder if Adalind understood the risk to herself
when she made this spell.
- Risk to her? What about Nick? - To both of them.
It ties them together in unpredictable ways.
How do we reverse it?
First, we have to make it.
Hopefully, you'll have what we need.
If we don't have it, I'll get it.
- Nightshade. - Got it.
Petals or stems?
Both.
- Gypsum extract. - Uh, third shelf, far right.
Here we go.
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