Grimm

Previously on Grimm...

We need to talk.

She's a suspect in double homicide

and we've got a bit of problem with this.

I think you're gonna have to tell me the truth, Nick.

She's a Grimm. - What do you want?

There are people who find what you are

and what you can do very important.

And, Theresa, tell no one for your sake and theirs.

In order for you to help your friend,

you need to know what was in the potion.

Here's the spell she used. - Can you reverse it?

I need a place that's untainted by another hexenbiest.

We could go to the spice shop.

Please, get me out of here.

It's a treacherous journey. You will need your strength.

Eat this. Oh, my God, you have food.

This doesn't make sense.

What doesn't make sense?

How Adalind did this.

For this to have worked,

Adalind would've had to have lost her powers at some point.

Uh, yeah, she did.

Then that would explain the Grimm's blood at work here.

Actually, Nick's blood, that's how she lost her powers.

Even so, she would've had to undergo

the contaminatio ritualis while she was pregnant.

With my grandchild, which makes the chant

even more valuable than I'd imagined.

I should've given Adalind more credit.

This is gonna take much longer than I thought.

Whoa!

What the hell? Monroe!

Someone threw a brick.

It's not just a brick. - What?

A wolfsangel.

It's German. It means wolf trap.

It's a warning.

Is it because a Grimm showed up at our wedding?

Uh-uh, I think it's because we got married.

It's mischehen.

Some wesen are against mixed marriages.

You must know that.

Yes, but a brick through the window?

I'm calling Nick. - If it's wesen, he can't help.

If you're interested in your friend

ever being a Grimm again,

let's board up the window and get back to work.

Wow, that smells great. - In the kitchen.

Well, I didn't think it was coming from the bathroom.

Ooh, stir-fry. Good idea.

It's ready when you are. Want to get Trubel?

Yeah, I'll get her.

Trubel?

Dinner.

Nick, you better get up here.

Where is she?

She's gone.

Her bag, everything.

Did she say anything to you? - No, anything to you?

No.

I can't believe this. Something must have happened.

She wouldn't have just left without saying anything.

Maybe she did.

She wouldn't have just left this.

Ferula tingitana?

I got some in the back room.

Do you need anything else? - Time.

That would be next to the parsley and sage,

of course. No, the other kind.

I should've known you... will you excuse me?

Look, I just want you to know that when all this is over,

however long it takes, we are gonna have our honeymoon.

All right, bedtime.

Lights out in ten.

And I don't want to hear that video game, mister.

Okay, mom.

You can't be here, Keith.

I want to see my family.

You're drunk. - Sara!

I want to see my boy and my wife.

I am not your wife anymore. - You are my wife!

It's over. Deal with it.

don't do this.

I'm calling the police.

You can't take away my family!

Get out.

Leave her alone!

This is between your mom and me.

You go to your room.

No!

I said, you go to your room!

Ow!

You do this to me, you know.

You make me hurt you.

I don't do this to you.

This is who you are! Ah!

Go!

David, go!

Go, go, go, go.

It's okay. Good boy, run.

Get back here!

Sara!

Stop, stop!

If you don't come back, I'll kill us all!

Excuse me, I'm looking for Sara Fisher.

She was just admitted. I'm her brother.

Room 404, which is right over there,

but just so you know, visiting hours are about to end.

Thank you.

Hey.

That son of a bitch. Ben, don't.

Did you call the police? - I didn't have time,

but the doctors did once I got here.

Oh, God, Sara.

I'm sorry.

How long are they keeping you?

Just overnight in case of concussion.

If he ever touches you again... - Please.

It's been a rough night.

Okay?

How you doing, David?

Okay.

What happened to your wrist?

He sprained it when he fell.

Did your stepdad do that to you?

Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

It's past visiting hours.

It's okay.

Never again, Sara.

Thank God she's here.

don't do that.

I had to make sure you weren't followed.

You don't think I know what I'm doing?

Yeah, you don't know everything.

That's why I'm here.

I didn't tell you something.

Yeah, that you were leaving.

That's why I left my black knight,

so you'd know I was here. I was trying to be safe.

You know that FBI agent, I think her name's Chavez?

She's wesen.

You saw her woge?

Yeah, when she kidnapped me.

What are you talking about?

I wasn't supposed to tell anybody.

It was sort of like a threat against me and you,

which is why I'm here.

Why would the FBI want to kidnap you?

No, she said it had nothing to do with the FBI.

There were three guys with her.

They grabbed me off the street

when I was riding Juliette's bike,

put a bag over my head, and took me to some old warehouse,

and then she woged right in my face.

She wanted to see if I was a Grimm, Nick.

Did she come and see you? Yeah, she did.

She said it was just between the two of us.

Why don't you tell me about the young lady

living in your house, Theresa Rubel?

She's awfully handy with a machete.

But she was very interested in you.

What did you say to her?

Nothing, but, Nick, she said there were people

that were very interested in my services,

said that being able to identify and destroy wesen influence

in society was, like, a very valuable gift.

She wanted me to be a part of some group.

And she told me to think about it

and not to tell anyone, otherwise...

They'd, you know, have to kill us or whatever.

She didn't say anything else

about who this group was or where they were?

No, she just said she'd be in contact with me.

I was hoping you'd know who they were.

I have no idea.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

I was afraid they'd hurt you and Juliette.

I think you should come back home.

Nick...

if they find out

that you just suddenly left,

they might think that you told me.

You and I have to remain very close,

at least until we can figure out who Chavez is

and what it is we're dealing with.

Now, if she contacts you again...

trust me, I'm telling you.

Good.

Look, all I'm saying is, is a wolfsangel

isn't necessarily a symbol of hate.

Like in the 17th century, royal foresters used them,

you know, as, like, a boundary marker.

Royal foresters didn't throw a brick

through our window, Monroe.

I know, I know, and to be fair,

it was unfortunately appropriated

by an S.S. Panzer division in World War II.

But originally originally, a wolfsangel was a trap.

Literally, "wolf-hook."