Opening Quote: "Stars, hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires." – Macbeth
Nick: I don't know where I was.
Wu: What? Do you know where you are now?
[Juliette puts down the picture of Trubel from the drive thru security camera]
Nick: Yeah. I had this blinding headache.
Juliette: You said you saw something.
Nick: Some kind of old room.
Juliette: You're scaring me.
Wu: Yeah, me too.
Nick: I'm okay.
Wu: Uh, you were on your knees, Nick.
Juliette: Yeah, you couldn't see us. We're taking you to the hospital.
Nick: No, I don't need to go.
Juliette: [She and Wu help Nick up] Don't argue. We're going. [She helps Nick walk]
Nick: I'm not gonna fall down.
Juliette: You kind of just did.
Wu: I got the door. Let me drive.
[Adalind looks in the hole]
Man: I see you.
Adalind: [She gasps, and the man chuckles before closing the hole] No, no, wait, please.
Trubel: Let me go! Let go of me!
Chavez: Calm down. Nobody's gonna hurt you. Look at me. Look at me.
[Trubel looks, and Chavez woges]
Chavez: You're the Grimm.
Trubel: What do you want?
Chavez: 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.
Trubel: No idea what you're talking about.
Chavez: 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. [She looks at one of the men standing behind Trubel, and he starts cutting the rope to free her hands] 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.
[Trubel is untied and starts running]
Chavez: And, Theresa, [She gets Trubel to pause] tell no one, for your sake... and theirs.
[Trubel starts running again]
Doctor: [Looking at the scans] 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?
Juliette: Yeah, he was talking to me. He just couldn't see me.
Doctor: 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.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, good evening once again, and welcome to Kingston's boxing here in Portland, Oregon. Are you ready for the main event?
Man in the crowd: Come on! Come on! Yeah!
[The scene shifts to outside the gym as three men meet with Stan Kingston]
Stan: You're late. Bobby, don't hold back. [He hands him a wad of money]
[The scene shifts to inside the locker room as Abe Tucker talks with Clay Pittman before the fight]
Abe: How you feeling, huh? Hey... keep your eye on the prize, kid. You're gonna be world champion someday.
[Clay smiles. The three men come in and Abe leaves. The men then pull out sticks and crowbars from a bag]
Clay: [To the men] Please, don't.
[The men begin hitting Clay, and Clay woges into a Heftigauroch and attacks the men. The scene shifts to outside the locker room as Stan walks up to Abe]
Stan: Let's get him out there.
[They both go inside and find the men lying on the ground, and Clay breathing heavily]
Abe: Let's go, kid.
[Abe and Clay head to the ring. The scene shifts to the announcer introducing the fighters]
Announcer: And now, it's fight time at Kingston.
[Fans cheer as Clay walks up]
Announcer: Wearing black and gold, weighing in at 164 pounds, with an impressive 9-0 record, Portland's own Clay Pittman.
[The crowd cheers]
Announcer: Introducing Tyler "Hitman" Stephens.
[The crowd jeers. Clay then starts going at Hitman]
Abe: Whoa, whoa. [He pulls him back]
[The scene shifts to inside the locker room as Stan tells the men to leave]
Stan: Come on, get out. Come on, come on, let's go.
Bobby: Son of a bitch broke my jaw. Broke my damn jaw.
[Stan gives him more money]
Bobby: It's not enough.
Stan: Get the hell out of here. [He throws more money at Bobby]
Bobby: This ain't over.
[The scene shifts to the ring as the fight begins]
[The bell rings, and Clay woges his eyes and charges his opponent as Clay's mom, Delores cheers him on]
Delores: Come on, Clay.
[Clay dodges most of his opponent's attacks and lands most of his own punches]
Delores: That's it.
[The fight lasts a little longer before Clay knocks his opponent out. The crowd cheers]
Delores: Yeah, that's it!
Clay: Get up! Get up! Get up! Get up!
Announcer: Another first round knockout at 37 seconds in the first round...
Delores: That's it, baby.
Announcer: ...Clay Pittman!
Clay: Yes, yes, yes, yes!
Juliette: You coming to bed? [Looking at his drawing] What's that?
Nick: This is what I saw, except there were rats.
Juliette: Rats? Looks like some sort of prison or a dungeon. Why would you see something like that?
Nick: I don't know.
Juliette: This started after what Adalind did.
Nick: Yeah, it's got to be connected. I just wish things were back to—
Juliette: What? Normal?
Nick: 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. [He stands up and kisses her forehead]
Juliette: All right, so then I guess now is not a good time to ask you why Wu brought this over. [She shows him the picture of Trubel]
Nick: 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.
Juliette: I think you're gonna have to tell him the truth, Nick.
Nick: I'm not a Grimm anymore. What am I supposed to tell him?
Trubel: [She comes into the house] Hey.
Nick: You okay?
Trubel: Yeah. Yeah, all good. Night. [She goes upstairs]
Stan: [On the phone] Clay was born ready. Your boy ought to be grateful for the opportunity.
[Abe comes into Stan's office]
Stan: I expect that contract this afternoon. [He hangs up]
Abe: You booked another fight?
Stan: 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.
Abe: It's too soon.
Stan: Three more wins. Just three more and we're fighting in Las Vegas. Now get your ass out there and tell him.
[Abe leaves as Stan's phone rings]
Stan: [Answering the phone] Yeah, who's this?
Bobby: 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. [He hangs up]
Dr. Myers: 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.
Nick: Which means?
Dr. Myers: 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.
Juliette: Are you suggesting that Nick has a fourth cone?
Dr. Myers: In the area where the abnormality appears, there could be a fourth or even a fifth cone.
Nick: So basically, I'm a freak.
Dr. Myers: Hey, Nick, do you see things the rest of us can't?
Nick: [He pauses for a second] Not that I know of.
Dr. Myers: [Chuckling] 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.
Juliette: Is this something that could have just appeared recently?
Dr. Myers: No, he'd have been born with it.
Nick: Then what's causing the headaches?
Dr. Myers: 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.
Monroe: And Juliette is really struggling with the whole, "finding a cure for Nick" thing, you know, him going back to being a Grimm.
Hank: Can you blame her?
Monroe: No, not at all. I mean, we get it. It's just, she actually asked us—
Rosalee: Didn't so much ask. More suggested.
Monroe: Right. That not finding a cure might be the only way for her and Nick to have a normal life together.
Rosalee: But there are a lot of bad Wesen.
Monroe: Very few good Grimms.
Hank: Adalind did this to Nick. How do we know there weren't any long term effects?
Monroe: Exactly. I mean, look what she did to Juliette.
Rosalee: And you.
Monroe: So we're sort of thinking maybe we should talk to your Captain, because he might know what was in the potion that—
Rosalee: Or at least where he got it.
Hank: Hmm. They just moved him out of ICU.
[There's a knock at the door and Monroe answers]
Bud: Hey, you, you got a minute? [He comes in] 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?
Hank: Bud, she's a friend of Nick's. You have nothing to worry about.
Bud: Oh, well, that's a relief. You know, in a way, maybe it's sort of good news. You know, having two Grimms. [He looks at everyone] What?
Rosalee: Nick can't see us anymore.
Bud: Oh, my God, he's blind?
Monroe: No, Bud, he can't see Wesen.
Bud: Wesen. He's not a Grimm anymore. Oh, I got to sit down. [He sits down] This is terrible. This is worse than I thought.
Monroe: You know, probably best you don't tell anybody about this, okay?
Bud: 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. [He leaves]
[Someone walks up to the car]
Bobby: You got my money? [He screams as he is pulled out of his car through the window]
Wu: Hey! How you feeling?
Wu: 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?
Nick: It's all good. What have we got, Wu?
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.
Hank: "Bang bang" was on his license?
Wu: 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.
Hank: [Looking at Bobby's body] Some pretty big holes.
Nick: Not from bullets.
Hank: Probably dumped farther up river.
Nick: We got an address for bang bang?
Wu: Just ran it. [He hands Nick a piece of paper]
Hank: Where's the city worker?
Wu: He's right over there. Hey, Nick. Nick, we really need to talk.
Nick: Yeah, later.
Hank: Do you know where your brother, Bobby, was last night?
Lanie: He went out to meet somebody.
Hank: Do you know who?
Lanie: No, but he was mad. He got busted up real bad the night before.
Lanie: Kingston boxing. Had something going on at the fights. When I got home from work, I saw his face.
Nick: What was he doing at the fights?
Lanie: He was picking up work, maybe? He didn't tell me. Thing is, he couldn't stay away.
Nick: He gamble?
Lanie: No. Bobby just loved boxing. He was damn good. He just got hit too many times.
Renard: If I hadn't given her to Viktor, he would've killed me and you.
Elizabeth: 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 Viktor, 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?
Renard: I don't know, but she's with someone who owes allegiance to no one.
[Monroe and Rosalee knock and come in]
Monroe: Oh, I'm sorry. We can come back.
Renard: No, please, come in. We need to talk. Monroe, Rosalee, this is my mother, Elizabeth.
Monroe: It's nice to meet you.
Renard: You've spoken to Nick?
Monroe: [Cautiously] Yeah.
Renard: That's all right. She's up to speed.
Elizabeth: In order for you to help your friend, you need to know what was in the potion.
Renard: I can show them where Adalind made it.
Elizabeth: You're not going anywhere.
Renard: They need to know what she used and how she did it. They won't be able to do this without my help.
Elizabeth: You're not well enough.
Renard: Nick helped bring your granddaughter to safety. Now, if it wasn't for him, she'd be with the Royal Family right now.
Elizabeth: And you think Nick can help keep them from finding her?
Renard: Yes, as a Grimm.
Elizabeth: I'll go with them.
Monroe: No, we-we don't need to take you away from your son at a time like this.
Elizabeth: Don't be afraid of me.
Monroe: Oh, afraid? No, no, it's—
Elizabeth: To beat a Hexenbiest like Adalind, you need a Hexenbiest like me.
Adalind: [She stands up] Oh. [She walks over to the cell door and woges] Open! [She hears a high pitched noise, causing her to cover her ears and scream]
Nick: [To a man] Stan Kingston? [He points at Stan]
Stan: Come on, Clay. Put some energy in it. You gotta make weight.
[Nick and Hank walk up]
Nick: Mr. Kingston, I'm Detective Burkhardt. This is my partner, Detective Griffin.
Stan: Is there a problem?
Hank: You promote fights here?
Stan: 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.
Abe: Hey, how's it going?
Clay: Nice to meet you.
Stan: Tickets, anything you need, gentlemen, just drop your cards at the door.
Nick: We're investigating a murder.
Hank: Bobby Moore.
Stan: Bobby Moore? You got to be kidding.
Hank: We understand he worked the fight here.
Stan: 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.
Nick: But you saw him?
Stan: Yeah, I threw him a few bucks to keep the riff-raff out. That's about all he could do.
Nick: And don't you have security for that?
Stan: I help ex-boxers whenever I can.
Hank: Bobby's sister said he was pretty beat up the other night.
Stan: He did his job. I paid him. He left. That's the last I saw him.
Hank: Either of you see him after that?
Clay: No, sir.
Abe: Probably got into it with some drunk at a bar somewhere. Wouldn't have been the first time.
Nick: If you do think of anything else. [He hands Stan and Abe his card, and he and Hank leave]
Clay: Bobby was one of the guys in my dressing room. I hit him too hard, didn't I? Didn't I?
Stan: You didn't do nothing he didn't get paid for.
[Clay walks away and the scene shifts to Nick and Hank outside the gym]
Nick: Do we believe Kingston?
Hank: Did you just ask if I believe a fight promoter?
Nick: Clay looked nervous.
Hank: Yeah. Bobby Moore's an ex-fighter. Whoever gave him that beating had to know how to handle themselves.
[They suddenly hear thumping and see Clay punching a dumpster as he woges]
Hank: That is not normal.
Nick: Not even close.
Hank: 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. What have you got on the kid?
Nick: Still lives with his mom. Been in the fight game for less than one year.
Hank: It's cheating, right? If he's Wesen?
Nick: Well, there're probably Wesen in all sports.
Hank: But in boxing, that kind of edge can turn you into a killer.
Nick: You know, maybe they're all Wesen Stan, Abe, and Clay.
Hank: May want to bring Trubel in on this.
Hank: She could tell us what kind of Wesen we're dealing with.
Nick: She almost got killed last time, Hank. I can't protect her anymore.
Hank: She's a Grimm.
Nick: 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.
Hank: 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.
Elizabeth: I can smell it.
Monroe: [Sniffing] Really? 'Cause I'm not picking up any—
Elizabeth: Adalind's life, her mother... her fear, her loss...
Monroe: Oh, that smell.
Rosalee: [Looking at the cauldron] This is where she mixed it. [She starts to reach in]
Elizabeth: [Stopping Rosalee's hand] Don't do that. [She reaches into the cauldron and grabs a piece of the hardened potion. She smells it and puts a piece in her mouth. She then briefly changes into Adalind and then Juliette, before changing back to herself] There's a lot of both of them in here. We need to find this spell. Look for a book that won't open.
Monroe: I'm sorry. A book that won't open? Won't that make it kind of hard to read?
Elizabeth: Just find it.
Trubel: What's up?
Nick: Got a boxer who might have been involved in a murder.
Trubel: And he's Wesen?
Hank: It could also be the trainer, the manager, or one of the other boxers.
Nick: We want you to spend some time at the gym.
Trubel: Doing what?
Nick: Working out. Don't piss anybody off. Don't follow anybody. Don't start any fights.
Trubel: I like boxing gyms. I used to sleep in one in Chicago. I picked up a few moves too.
Nick: Well, don't use them.
Hank: The boxer we're looking at is Clay Pittman.
Nick: All we want to know is who's Wesen. Here's a new phone. I texted you the address of the gym.
Trubel: Got it.
Nick: You see something, you call. [He hands her the phone]
[Trubel gets out of the car]
Hank: She'll be fine. Whose alibi you want to check out first?
Nick: Let's start with the kid.
Delores: Clay just had a knack for it. Such a quiet boy. I never knew he had it in him.
Hank: Well, he's done real well. You must be very proud.
Delores: Oh, I am. Works hard.
Nick: Do you know where Clay was last night?
Delores: 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.
Hank: How long has Clay been with Stan Kingston?
Delores: 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.
Hank: What about Clay's dad? He around?
Delores: No, he's... took off a long time ago.
Hank: No contact with him?
Delores: 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.
Hank: But you trust Stan?
Delores: I trust my son.
Nick: [He gets a call] Burkhardt.
Wu: Found bang bang's car about a mile upriver from where the body was found. His cell phone was in the seat.
Nick: I need to know if he called anyone associated with the boxing gym.
Wu: I already checked. 3:02 P.M. yesterday, placed a call to Stan Kingston. Lasted 23 seconds.
Nick: Thanks, Wu. [He hangs up] We need to get back to the gym.
Trubel: Hey, could you help me with this? It keeps coming undone.
Clay: Yeah. [He helps her with the wraps on her hands]
Clay: Let's see... what's your name?
Clay: [Chuckling] I didn't ask what you are.
Trubel: It's just a nickname.
Clay: It's a good name for a fighter.
Trubel: Yeah, what do they call you?
Clay: Just Clay. I don't like nicknames.
Trubel: How do you not like nicknames? They got Bone Crusher, Boom Boom, Sugar Ray. All boxers have cool names.
Clay: I don't.
Trubel: Well, who was your favorite fighter, growing up?
Clay: Didn't have one.
Trubel: Get out of here.
Clay: Yeah, never watched.
Trubel: What? You even like boxing?
[Clay shakes his head]
Trubel: You serious?
Clay: You ask a lot of questions.
Trubel: I mean, why do you do it if you don't like it?
Clay: Money. For me and my mom.
Trubel: Oh, and what easier way to spend money than getting punched in the face, right?
Stan: Hey. Hey. [He walks up] What are you doing, talking to him? This ain't no social club. [To Clay] Go get ready for tonight.
Stan: You, get lost.
Trubel: No way. I paid my 15 bucks.
Stan: Oh, you a fighter?
Trubel: That's right. Looking to get a few bouts, make a little money. Stan: Really? Hurricane. [He looks over to another girl, jabbing a punching bag] Let's see what you got.
Trubel: Oh, no, I'm just getting back.
Stan: You're either getting in, or you're getting out. Which is it?
[Hurricane gets into the ring]
Trubel: Guess I'm getting in.
Stan: Abe, glove her up.
Abe: [He helps Trubel with her gloves as Clay watches] Keep your hands up.
Nick: [He and Hank come into the gym] Didn't I tell her not to get in any fights?
[Hurricane woges into a Nuckelavee as the fight begins. Trubel takes some punches and gets knocked to the ground]
Nick: We got to stop this.
Hank: Give her a chance. You'll blow her cover.
[Trubel gets up and starts kicking and punching Hurricane, before knocking her out]
Abe: [Checking on Hurricane] Come on, sweetheart.
Stan: You fight dirty.
Trubel: Sorry, I—
Stan: 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.
Stan: [To Abe after noticing Nick and Hank] Keep Clay in the dressing room while I deal with this. [To Nick and Hank] Keep showing up, you're gonna have to pay gym fees.
Nick: A few more questions.
Stan: Oh, I need to get my boy ready for a fight.
Hank: So soon?
Stan: Hey, I line them up. He knocks them out. That's how you make a name for yourself. What do you want?
Nick: Bobby Moore called you at 3 P.M. yesterday. Call lasted 23 seconds. What did you two talk about?
Stan: Yeah, he was looking for more work. Thought he could pick up a few bucks at tonight's fight.
Hank: And you just forgot to mention that this morning?
Stan: I got more on my plate than worrying about a drunk has-been.
Nick: He say where we was?
Stan: No, and I didn't ask.
Nick: Where were you last night?
Stan: Aw, come on, guys. I've been through this before.
Hank: Answer the question.
Stan: 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.
[The scene shifts to Clay and Abe in the locker room]
Clay: Why are they back, Abe? They must know what I did.
Abe: You didn't do nothing.
Clay: No, I hit that guy, and I hit him, and I kept hitting.
Abe: Clay, you listen to me. You did not kill Bobby Moore.
Clay: You don't know. I-I can't do it anymore. No more fights, Abe. Please, you tell Stan for me.
Stan: [Entering the room] 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.
Stan: Abe, get some more guys. Better ones this time. Kid needs to be fired up.
Abe: I'm not gonna do it. Clay can't take it anymore.
Stan: I make those decisions, not you. This kid is going all the way.
Abe: Cancel the fight or I'll tell Clay the truth about what happened to Bobby.
Stan: You threatening me after I brought you this far?
[Trubel watches through the slightly open door]
Abe: It's over.
Stan: You're gonna shut your mouth... and do as you're told.
[Abe woges into a Heftigauroch, and Stan woges into a Schinderdiv as they angrily look at each other, face to face. Trubel then runs to tell Nick and Hank]
Trubel: Stan's Wesen. Abe too, but a different kind.
Nick: You get a good look at them?
Trubel: Oh, yeah, just get me to the trailer. [She gets into the car and they drive off]
Man: If I could show you how to get out of here, would you be happy?
Adalind: Do you know a way out?
Man: Oh, I do. Six stones in, three stones high.
Adalind: Six stones in, three stones high. What does that mean?
Man: Six stones in, three stones high.
Adalind: Six stones in, three stones high—
Man: Through the wall you must try.
[Adalind goes six stones in and three stones high on the wall, which opens a secret passage way and Adalind goes in. Once she's in, the passage closes behind her]
Man: [He lights a candle and chuckles] My name is Hofmann. You want to find your baby?
Adalind: Uh, yes. Yes. You know a way out? I've got to find her. Please, get me out of here.
Hofmann: It's a treacherous journey. You will need your strength. Eat this. [He opens a small box with a brownie inside]
Adalind: Oh, my God, you have food. [She eats the brownie]
Hofmann: We must go. Hurry. [He opens another passage door] Now.
[Both of them go through the opening]
Hofmann: Stay close to me. You must move quickly. They will be after us.
Rosalee: This one won't open.
Monroe: Let me give it a shot. [He tries to open it] I think we got it. I wish we had these when I was in school.
Elizabeth: Have you finished?
Monroe: What? Knife? I mean, that's a good idea, 'cause that'll open it right up.
[Elizabeth stabs her hand]
Monroe: Please, tell me that hurt.
Elizabeth: [She drips her blood onto the book, causing it to open] Here's the spell she used.
Rosalee: Can you reverse it?
Elizabeth: Not here. It's contaminated. I need a place that's untainted by another Hexenbiest.
Rosalee: We could go to the spice shop.
Monroe: What? It's-what? I mean, yeah. Sure.
Nick: What about this? [Pointing to an entry about a Dickfellig]
Trubel: He didn't have that horn on his head, but just as ugly.
[Nick turns the page]
Trubel: That's it. That's him. That's Stan.
Nick: You're sure.
Nick: Oh, [He skims through the entry] "I witnessed this type of creature intimidating others around. This beast cannot be trusted." Okay, here we are. [He reads the entry] "Schinderdiv use their brutal force to pin their victim, and razor sharp tusks to inflict damage." [Looking at a picture of Bobby's body] Same type of puncture wounds.
Hank: What about this Wesen? [He shows Nick and Trubel the diary he is going through. He then begins reading the entry] "A Heftigauroch is a bull-like Wesen that morphs into rage when provoked."
Nick: Seriously? We're talking raging Heftigauroch.
Hank: It's your book, man.
Trubel: That's Abe, only he looks a lot older than that.
Hank: "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.
Trubel: I bet Clay's the same type of Wesen. He doesn't even like boxing.
Nick: [His phone rings and he answers] Burkhardt. What? [To Hank and Trubel] They found a body a few blocks away from the gym. It's Abe Tucker. What's the exact location? Trubel, come on.
[They head to the scene]
Nick: [To Trubel] Wait here.
Officer: Looks like an apparent suicide. Jumped from the roof.
Hank: It's quite a jump. Looks like he's got more holes in him than rebar.
Nick: Holes that look kind of familiar.
[Hank grabs a piece of paper from Abe's pocket]
Nick: What is it?
Hank: A note. "I killed Bobby Moore. I'm sorry." He's short and to the point.
Nick: You think Stan was having steak with Abe this time?
Hank: Let's ask him.
Stan: Hey, don't hold back.
[Nick and Hank walk up with their badges out]
Hank: Nobody's going inside.
Stan: What are you... I got a fight.
Nick: Anyone who doesn't belong here should go.
[The three men run away]
Stan: This is harassment.
Hank: You're not going anywhere.
Nick: You killed Bobby and Abe.
Stan: You must have some pretty good evidence to make a charge like that.
Nick: We do. You're Wesen.
Stan: Got no idea what you're talking about.
Nick: Oh, yeah, you do. You're a Schinderdiv.
Stan: [He woges] You don't know anything.
Trubel: [Walking up from behind] But I do. That's right, dude. Grimm here.
[Stan attacks Trubel, and Nick and Hank help. The scene then shifts to inside the gym]
Announcer: Where's Clay?
Delores: I don't know.
Announcer: He's got two minutes to get out here or I'm calling the fight.
[The scene shifts back outside as Stan initially has no problems fighting and gets Nick to the ground, where he tries to gore him with his tusks. Before he can, Trubel jumps on his back, pulling his tusks. She accidentally snaps his neck and goes flying off of him]
Hank: You broke his neck.
Trubel: Oh, I didn't mean to kill him.
Nick: You didn't. I killed him. He attacked officers of the law. You were not even here.
Hank: Calling it in.
Nick: Tell Clay he doesn't have to fight.
[Trubel goes inside the gym]
Hank: You okay?
Nick: No. If Trubel wasn't here... we can't keep doing this, Hank.
[The scene shifts to the locker room as Clay's mom goes in and finds Clay]
Delores: Where's Stan?
Clay: I don't know. Abe's not here, either. I can't go out there, mom. I don't want to fight.
Delores: No. It's what you do, son. Now, the fans and the reporters, they're all waiting for you.
Clay: You don't understand. It's killing me.
Delores: Sweetheart, look at me. Look at me. You know, I love you, and I only want what's best for you.
Clay: I know, mom.
Delores: 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. [She slaps him] Now, you get out there, and you do what you were born to do. [She breaks a chair] You get out there, and you fight. [She begins beating him with a piece of the chair] Get up. Get up. Get up right now, Clay. Fight.
[Clay woges his eyes]
Delores: Fight. Get up and fight. Now.
Trubel: [She comes in] Hey! Hey, stop it. Leave him alone. Clay, you don't have to fight. Stan's dead.
Delores: Dead? [She woges into a Heftigauroch] She's a Grimm.
[Clay woges, grabs a piece of the broken chair, and stands up]
Delores: Kill her. Kill her before she kills us. Kill her!
[Nick and Hank come in as Clay knocks his mom to the ground and prepares to hit her with the piece of the chair]
Trubel: No, Clay, don't.
Nick: Put it down, Clay. Clay, put it down.
[Clay retracts and uses the chair piece to break his arm]
Delores: No! No.
Clay: I'm done.
Delores: No, Clay... Clay no, Clay, wait.
[Clay leaves. As he's walking away, he hears the announcer calling the fight a forfeit]
Announcer: Tonight's main event is a forfeit. Winner by default, fists of fury, Frankie Solanos.
Elizabeth: "To a mirrored image it will make... Den Topf dann mit dem Hut bedecken... Cover the pot with your hat... Um das GebrÃ¤u wohl auszuhecken... And breathe in the mixture from the vat." I wonder if Adalind understood the risk to herself when she made this spell.
Monroe: Risk to her? What about Nick?
Elizabeth: To both of them. It ties them together in unpredictable ways.
Rosalee: How do we reverse it?
Elizabeth: First, we have to make it. Hopefully, you'll have what we need.
Rosalee: If we don't have it, I'll get it.
Rosalee: Got it. Petals or stems?
Elizabeth: Both. Gypsum extract.
Monroe: Uh, third shelf, far right. [He finds it] Here we go.
[Outside of the spice shop, two men pull up in a truck and put masks on]