Grimm

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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.

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...