__
Argh... That hurt...
- Are you okay? - I don't know yet.
I don't think anything's broken.
Ahh...
I think I'm okay too.
[somber music]
We in some kind of a cave?
I have no idea.
Dude...
It's a catacomb.
This must be a church.
Not just any church.
This is the church from the map.
[laughs]
My God.
Whatever they hid,
they have to have hidden it down here.
Well, they must have buried it.
Start with the floor.
Look for some kind of opening.
Get the shovels.
- Sir. Sir. - He's bleeding.
[all speaking at once]
- Back away. - Medics!
[all speaking at once]
Out of the way. Out of the way.
[dramatic music]
I got him. Balcony.
Andy, Andy.
Come on.
Open the door.
Hey, secure the building.
Block access. Nobody in or out.
Get officers on the street.
♪ ♪
[sirens wailing]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Come on.
Sir, sir.
Give him space.
Get them out of here.
Where are the medics?
♪ ♪
Clear.
Dead.
All clear.
♪ ♪
We need space. Move away.
[sirens wailing]
♪ ♪
He's got to be in the building.
We couldn't have missed him.
Unless he went out that balcony.
Or the roof.
Call that in. I'll check it out.
[radio beeps] Need a bus.
Apartment 1212, Plaza.
♪ ♪
[siren wailing]
♪ ♪
[coughing]
Oh, God. Get the medics.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Put pressure. Wait a minute.
Help.
Hey, hey. Wake up. Wake up.
Come on.
Got him?
[melancholy music]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
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[grunts]
[low music]
♪ ♪
[shovel scraping]
[groans]
I got nothing.
Neither do I.
Burying something under these stones?
I mean, that's kind of overkill, don't you think?
I mean, we are in the catacombs
of an ancient church in the middle of the Black Forest.
You really think the crusaders would have made it
that difficult if they ever wanted to come back
for this thing someday?
Well, we have to check, because they might have,
and we're not coming back.
But think about it... Archeology, anthropology
as we know it didn't exist back then.
History wasn't something you studied.
It was something you made,
usually with a lot of blood.
[sighs]
I'm just saying, I think...
I think we need to think
like them.
Okay.
So 800 years ago,
people were very superstitious.
They wouldn't have liked being down here.
Right?
So maybe...
putting something behind a bunch of dead people
would give it a little more security than just, you know,
burying it under any old stones.
Protected by the spirits of the dead.
Exactly.
Skull and crossbones.
Crossbones make an X.
I'll start with this one.
♪ ♪
Nothing personal, guys.
Or gals.
♪ ♪
I'll call you when the cinchona arrives?
Uh-huh.
Okay, you're welcome.
I should go check on Kelly.
Look, you don't have to do any more.
You've done plenty today.
Don't you think we should have heard from 'em by now?
Yeah.
Maybe.
I'm trying not to think about it.
Maybe they're out of cell service.
Yeah, that's one of the things I keep telling myself.
I'll try to come up with a few more for you.
[baby cries]
Okay, yep, coming.
[baby crying]
[grunts]
Maybe this is wrong too.
No, we're not done yet.
♪ ♪
[bone shatters]
Oh, sorry, buddy.
Better now than when you were alive, though, right?
♪ ♪
[rumbling noise]
[bones crashing]
Wow.
[bones clattering]
I don't think there's anything else up there.
There's something we're not seeing.
Just like the maps on the keys.
The X was right in front of us, but we couldn't see it
until we started thinking differently.
Well, I'm thinking all these bones
look the same to me.
No, it's got to be down here somewhere.
What if we're looking too hard?
You know?
I mean, I don't see an X, Nick.
We need to go back 800 years.
We kind of are back 800 years.
I don't think a lot has changed down here in that time.
I'm not talking about the place.
I'm talking about us.
It's like you said.
We're not thinking the way they are.
[sighs]
♪ ♪
Nobody would come down here without light, right?
Not if they wanted to see anything, no.
And they would've been too scared
by the spirits, right?
Yeah, and in a world lit only by fire,
they would have had, like, you know, torches.
So what if light
actually prevents someone from seeing it?
Wait a minute.
If nobody would ever come down here
without torchlight
but what they hid can't be seen with torchlight,
then, yeah, I mean,
fear alone would have kept anybody from doing that.
So maybe we should turn off the lights.
Uh...
Yeah, I mean, I guess...
guess we could do that.
Okay, dark.
- Well, it's not an X. - What's not an X?
I can't tell what you're looking at.
Oh, my God, that better be your hand.
Look at those skulls.
Seven of 'em.
Kind of a circle.
Don't look like a circle. Looks more like a G.
Oh, my God.
For the seven Grimm crusaders.
Holy crap.
They're all facing in, not out.
What do you think those seven are looking at?
Let's find out.
[laughs]
There's the X.
[dramatic music]
[cell phone beeping]
It's done.
Any complications?
No. Send the car.
On its way.
Make sure the driver has my documents.
He does.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[grunting]
♪ ♪
[both grunting]
Marwan.
Can you hear me?
Call 911. I'll see if he's okay.
[groaning]
Marwan.
What happened?
[grunts]
[phone beeps]
[groaning]
♪ ♪
This is a seriously old shield.
I doubt they would have just hidden a shield.
It's probably protecting something.
[both grunt]
Holy crap.
Check it out.
♪ ♪
Careful, careful, careful. It could fall apart.
[box scraping]
♪ ♪
[laughing]
♪ ♪
- Those... - I think it's bronze.
Those look like keyholes.
Four on this side...
three on the other.
Seven locks, seven keys.
Let's give it a try.
Oh, man.
♪ ♪
Not boding well.
[lock clicks]
I got one.
[both laughing]
[lock clicks]
Oh, my God, Nick.
Dude, this is it.
I mean, this is really it.
We're touching history!
I mean, this thing hasn't been seen for,
like, 800 years.
I mean... I just... I think we should take a moment
and just, you know,
recognize the significance of this.
Well, it's not open yet.
I know, I know, but this is momentous,
even if it's empty.
I mean, we came this far,
we found it,
after all the others have searched
throughout the centuries!
I know. I know.
I mean, we should see if it opens,
but I'm just saying.
[grunts]
We're gonna need the other two keys
or lockpicks.
I forgot my lockpicks.
I should have brought my lockpicks.
I mean, we can't take it to a locksmith here.
How do we explain what it is or how we found it
or any of it?
We're gonna have to take it to Portland.
All right, well, the first thing we got to do
is figure out how to get out of here.
I mean, we certainly can't climb back up
the way we fell in.
Well, there's got to be an entrance.
All right, I'll take this one.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
[gasps]
♪ ♪
Hey, I think I found the way out!
This has to be it.
♪ ♪
[grunts]
I can't believe it. It's horrible.
Ugh. Well, I have to go.
- You take care. - You too.
[bell rings]
What happened?
Somebody killed Andrew Dixon.
The guy running for mayor?
Yes.
He was shot at a rally just a couple of hours ago.
Oh, my God. Did they get who did it?
[door opens, bell rings]
I don't know. A customer just told me.
She didn't know anything more than that.
[door closes, bell rings]
[bell dinging]
Can I help you?
Tony?
Why didn't you answer my letters?
I know you got 'em. I checked the address outside.
I sent 'em here.
Look, Tony, I have moved on with my life,
and I don't think we need...
I need your help.
The kind of help you need, I... I can't give you.
What's that supposed to mean?
I don't want to get into this.
You owe me.
I don't owe you anything.
I went to jail for you.
You didn't go to jail for me, Tony.
I robbed those people 'cause you were crashing.
You robbed those people so you and Carlos could get high!
Well, Carlos is dead now.
J.J.'s in Boise, and Burt's in jail.
I got no one left to turn to.
I need five grand.
You can come up with five grand.
I mean, look at this place.
Probably make that in a day.
You need to leave now.
[glass shatters]
So you get your little ass straight.
Think you're better than everyone.
You know me, Rosy,
and you should know better than to piss me off.
[glass shattering]
- Get out! - [grunts]
You owe me, bitch!
Stop it! Leave her alone.
How much money you got?
I'm calling the police.
The hell you are.
[growling]
[groaning]
Still want to call the cops?
Tony, no!
[dramatic music]
[gasping]
[bones breaking]
[screaming]
[bones breaking]
Oh, God!
[bones breaking]
[screaming]
[crying]
♪ ♪
[gasping]
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God, oh, my God.
[whispering] Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. It can't be back.
Oh, my God, it can't be back; it can't be back.
I don't want it back.
Maybe... maybe it's just...
temporary.
No, no, no, I can't have it back.
I never want it back.
Don't... please, you... You can't tell Nick.
Please, please promise me that you won't tell him.
He'll get rid of us. Please, you can't tell him.
I won't tell him,
but you can't keep it from him if it... if it happens again.
It would be so much worse if he found out
and you hadn't told him.
I can't go back to being that.
You are so different now.
Maybe it would be different even if it came back.
You don't understand what it's like
being a Hexenbiest...
What it does to you,
the way it makes you think and feel.
It's not good.
Maybe we can find a way to boost the suppressant.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[leaves rustling]
We're out.
All right,
hand me the stuff.
All right, got it.
Okay.
[both laughing]
- Let's go. - Okay.
[both breathing heavily]
Darüber!
That's a lot of lights.
Coming this way.
Well, maybe somebody's lost and it's a search party
looking for...
[man speaking German]
We should go.
[speaking German]
[men speaking German]
Was that the priest?
Yeah, I think so.
What the hell is the priest doing out here?
You think he knows about the keys?
No, I think the guy we scared in the church
made me as a Grimm.
Oh, my God, you're right.
He obviously told the priest.
They're hunting us.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[speaking German]
He's calling for them to go to him.
He must have found the catacombs.
Well, that ought to keep 'em busy for a while.
♪ ♪
[growling]
[screams]
[growling]
Little bastard.
He bit me!
No, hey, no.
We don't have time. Go.
Man.
Der Grimm, der Grimm, der Grimm!
[men speaking German]
♪ ♪
[knocking, door opens]
Did you get him?
No. Somehow, we missed him.
Every room in that building has been checked
top to bottom.
So we got nothing?
No, we know who it is. It's Marwan.
Wait, you saw him?
- No, but it's him. - Then how do you know?
Trubel confirmed he was in Portland,
and he was reported in the area.
He must have attacked the cop that made him.
It was definitely Wesen.
No, this doesn't make any sense.
Why would he kill a candidate running for mayor of Portland?
He's Black Claw.
His targets are bigger than this.
Unless Dixon was Wesen.
Was he?
No, I don't think so.
Feds are here.
They're gonna be all over this.
What do we tell 'em?
Can't I.D. Marwan,
'cause we can't explain our source.
Run them through it.
Tell them you saw a shooter in the window.
Let them run their own investigation,
and stay out of it.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Hey, look.
[speaking German]
Our car is right in the middle.
How are we supposed to get down there without them seeing us?
Call them. Tell them you're here.
What?
In German.
But they don't know me.
What if you did it while you were woged?
All Blutbaden do not look alike.
I know, but it's dark,
and if they're looking for a Grimm,
the last place they'd expect to find one
is with a Blutbad in the middle of the Black Forest.
That's true.
You have any better ideas?
No, I guess I don't.
[growling]
♪ ♪
Hallo, hallo!
[gasping]
[speaking German]
[growls]
Come on. Come on.
It's not gonna take 'em long to figure out what happened.
Well, we can't outrun all of them.
They're not gonna know which way we went.
Well, then, they're gonna split up.
We're gonna have to deal with some of 'em.
One tire, each car.
Shovels.
♪ ♪
[shovels smacking tires]
[air hissing]
[grunting, air hissing]
[men speaking German]
[both growling]
[air hissing]
They're coming.
♪ ♪
[men speaking German]
♪ ♪
[men speaking German]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
[door unlocks]
[computers beeping]
♪ ♪
It's Marwan Hanano's.
How'd you get it?
He dropped it when he was hit by a bike.
Does he know you have it?
No. He won't be awake for a while.
Well, the names and numbers on it
will fill in a lot of blanks for us.
Where is he?
Paramedics took him to Overton Medical.
We have to get the phone back to him.
He mustn't suspect it was out of his control.
When he wakes up, he'll call somebody.
That could lead us to the Black Claw cell
that set this up.
Make a copy of the SIM card and put it back in.
Make sure the phone and card are clean of prints.
Then we'll see where the son of a bitch takes us.
[engine rumbling]
I don't see 'em.
We're going straight to the airport.
[groans] Damn it.
Is your arm okay?
That little creep wad got me good,
but we're not gonna stop to deal with it.
Just keep going.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
[growling]
♪ ♪
[door closes]
[grunting]
♪ ♪
We should be getting home.
You don't have to stay with us tonight.
His name is Tony.
He was part of a group I used to crash with
for a while in Seattle.
Sort of a low point in my life.
No money, bad relationship.
Experimenting with...
too many things.
I wish I could just bury that entire part of my life.
You ever do anything like that
when you were young that you regret?
Not really.
I was kind of a nerd student.
I guess I wanted to prove to my mother
that I was nothing like her,
so I became a lawyer.
Oh.
How you feeling?
About the same.
I haven't found anything
that could help.
You won't.
Dead Hexenbiest isn't easy to come by.
[phone ringing]
I'm sorry.
Spice and Tea...
Rosalee, it's me.
Monroe?
Where are you?
We're in a taxi in Stuttgart.
We're on our way to the airport.
We're due in to Portland at 9:50 tomorrow morning.
Did you find anything?
I probably shouldn't talk about it on the phone.
Don't say a word to anyone,
but let's just say it wasn't for nothing.
- Is Adalind there? - Hey, is Adalind there?
She is.
Nick wants to talk to her.
It's Nick.
Nick?
Hey, how are you and Kelly?
We're good. How are you?
We are...
coming home.
Anyway, I just wanted you to know that we're okay,
and I'll see you soon.
Safe flight.
- Monroe? - Love you.
I love you.
♪ ♪
Portland mayoral candidate Andrew Dixon was shot
at a political rally at Lovejoy Fountain Park
this afternoon. [cell phone ringing]
The gunman or gunmen have not been apprehended,
and no suspects have been identified.
Dixon was leading in the... [cell phone ringing]
- Yeah. - It's me.
[computer beeping]
He's making a call.
We've been trying to find you. Where are you?
[groans] In the hospital.
- What happened? - I don't know.
I got hit by a bicycle. Get here.
It's all over the news, but there are no suspects.
They've got nothing.
Pick me up now.
Track his phone. He'll lead us to them.
Overton Medical Center.
I'll be there in 20 minutes.
[cell phone beeps]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[knocking at door]
[door opens]
Anything?
No, still pulling surveillance...
Anything within a square mile of the building
where the shot was fired.
We have checked a lot so far. Nothing yet.
No, this guy's too good.
He knew where every surveillance camera was
and picked his route accordingly.
Now, we need to find out when the information on the rally
was made available and if there was any connection to Dixon.
[phone ringing]
Renard.
I know who shot Andrew Dixon.
Caller says he knows who shot Dixon.
[phone beeps]
Who is this?
The man you're looking for is at Overton Medical.
He may not be there much longer.
[cell phone beeps]
[dial tone plays]
What... he's in the hospital? How'd that happen?
Is this a crank?
Can't take that chance.
We could surround the hospital.
No, if we go in big, he'll see us coming.
Then what do you want?
Just us.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
He's exiting the front entrance of the hospital.
Now he's stopped.
Waiting to be picked up.
♪ ♪
Moving again.
[computer beeping]
Moving back to the hospital.
What's he doing?
♪ ♪
[computer beeping]
♪ ♪
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[computer beeping]
♪ ♪
Moving pretty fast.
He's in a car.
He's running.
♪ ♪
From who?
From whoever came to pick him up.
[tires squealing]
♪ ♪
No, something else is going on.
♪ ♪
[growling]
[growls]
[both roaring]
He's fighting.
Whoever was after him must've caught him.
Now, who's screwing this up?
He's not moving.
He could be dead.
All this for nothing.
We still have his contacts.
And once they've realized he's been compromised,
they're going to change it all.
Tell me if he moves.
[computer beeping]
♪ ♪
- Call it in. - Yes, sir.
[radio beeps] I need all available units...
- You okay? - Yeah.
His hair wasn't blond.
He dyed it.
Yeah, but I don't think I would've recognized him
if he hadn't run.
Well, that's him.
Yeah, but how did the person who called you
and told you he was in the hospital know it was him?
The picture we put out...
He didn't look like that.
Now, this whole thing has to be some kind of setup.
♪ ♪
[knock at door] Yeah?
Marwan's cell is moving.
To where?
Renard's police precinct.
Desire to see your neighbors as well as yourselves thrive.
Folks, Portland is a great place.
Portland is a great place.
[crowd cheering]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[car lock beeps]
You screwed it up.
What are you talking about?
We put him in the hospital for a reason.
We needed his contacts.
The accident that put him in the hospital,
that wasn't an accident.
We had his phone; we had every contact,
every call, everyone he was working with.
- You knew what he did. - We needed him alive.
Then you should have told me.
We didn't know you were going to kill him.
You're the one who told me about him.
How did you even know he was at a hospital?
- We got a tip. - From whom?
Who could give you that kind of tip?
- You were set up. - By who?
The people who brought him here, Black Claw.
You destroyed months of work.
Then you should have said something.
Oh, this was bad
for all of us.
♪ ♪
Sean.
I thought about calling.
I really need you tonight.
♪ ♪
I think it's time we play a little rougher.
[grunts]
[growls]
You knew Dixon was gonna get shot.
[growling]
Who the hell are you working for?
[growls]
The people who are gonna change your life.
♪ ♪
[water bubbling]
♪ ♪
[doorbell rings]
♪ ♪
[door opens]
[dramatic music]
Lucien...
Sean Renard.
Nice place.
You want to tell me what's going on?
Dixon was meant to die,
and you were meant to kill the man that killed him.
You were the one that told me Marwan was in the hospital.
And you're a Zauberbiest.
Which makes you one of us.
We could make you the most powerful man in the city.
And that's only the beginning.
You're Black Claw.
Show him.
♪ ♪
You got to be kidding.
You're a hero.
You can win.
♪ ♪
[bell rings]
I'm so glad you're back.
Me too.
Ow.
- What happened? - I got bitten.
We'll deal with it. We'll deal with it later.
Hey, Rosalee.
Let's get everyone over here.
♪ ♪
This does not look good.
I think it's infected.
How does it feel?
It hurts.
You could have blood poisoning.
I think we should get you to a doctor.
Yeah, yeah, definitely.
[lock clicking]
Got it.
Get your keys.
I hope whatever's in here
is worth it for everyone who died.
♪ ♪
Ready?
♪ ♪
Now.
[locks clicking]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
It's not opening.
What do you mean, it's not opening?
The keys all clicked.
It's got to take more than the keys.
Why? Why does it have to take more than the keys?
They're just locks.
If they lock, they should open.
That's what locks do.
There's some stuff between the lid and the box.
Looks like some kind of sealant.
What kind of sealant holds for 800 years?
Well, they were all Grimms.
Look, I'm just spitballing here,
but your blood did take away Adalind's powers, right?
So maybe, I don't know...
Will you get me a knife?
It sort of makes sense.
If this doesn't work,
I'm busting out the freaking hacksaw.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[groans]
♪ ♪
[box hissing]
♪ ♪
[coughing]
[all chuckling]
Oh, my God.
♪ ♪
[metal clanging]
♪ ♪
[all chuckling]
♪ ♪
Okay, there better be something inside that.
♪ ♪
Oh, okay. There is.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
It's a stick?
Looks like a stick.
A really old stick.
It can't be just a stick.
Well, that's what it looks like.
They wouldn't have buried a stick
unless they were some kind of dog Wesen.
Maybe it's some kind of important stick
that belongs to a bigger...
piece of wood that means something
to somebody.
Well, if it was a stick-mata...
Sorry, that was a reach.
Maybe it's something like a stick
from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.
You're talking about the tree
that Eve picked the apple from in the garden of Eden?
If that's the case,
then we just flew halfway across the world
and risked our lives for a stick
that has screwed up all of humanity
since the beginning of time.
Maybe that's why they buried it in the first place,
'cause the gates of hell are gonna open up
and the world as we know it is gonna end.
On that thought, maybe you should put it back.
The last thing we want
are the gates of hell opening up in Portland.
Seems like they already have.
Okay, now let's get you to a doctor
and get your arm looked at before it falls off.
Oh, whoa, hold, hold, hold, hold, hold.
There's... there's some writing on this cloth.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
I have no idea what language this is.
Do you?
♪ ♪
Monroe? What's wrong?
Huh?
I, uh...
I don't, uh...
[all shouting]
- Okay. - Hey, hey.
He's passing out. Come on.
Get him down.
Must be his arm.
- [groans] - Hey, buddy.
- All right? - Oh, my God.
Oh, I knew it. It's blood poisoning.
Quick, we need a tourniquet, somebody.
Put it on his arm before any more infection
- gets to his heart. - We can use my belt.
Here.
Call 911. [phone beeping]
I think he's going into shock.
We need an ambulance. Got a medical emergency.
[groans]
All right. Now what?
We can't wait for an ambulance.
We have to get him to a hospital.
Get him up. Let's get him up, come on.
Come on.
- Okay. - [grunts]
[all speaking at once]
- Wait, wait. - Nick, we can't wait.
Look at his arm.
What's happening?
[grunts]
I don't know.
It's getting better.
What?
Anyone want to take a stab at explaining that?
Not me.
I've never seen anything like that.
[sighs]
What did you do?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
What happened?
♪ ♪
This.
♪ ♪
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