Grimm

I told you to meet me, not eat me!

Hey, man,

we're not playing paintball out here, okay?

You want to practice your Grimm skills,

you gotta be ready for anything.

Now could you get off me, please?

I'm finding this a little, you know, awkward.

Come on.

And I told you to use wolfsbane, dude.

I could smell you a mile off.

I used wolfsbane.

Use more.

No, no, easy. Come on.

Eine doppelarmbrust. Somebody's getting serious.

My ancestors used all of this stuff, you know?

I figured it's about time for me to learn it.

Dude, you have a gun.

I can't shoot everybody.

Plus, I used pepper spray on this kid the other day,

turns out he was a skalengeck. Had no effect.

Skalengeck. He probably enjoyed it.

Yeah, this definitely would've done the trick,

but how are you gonna explain all this stuff to Hank?

I don't know.

Check it out.

The first bolt is meant to slow the attacker down.

You fill it with hellebore extract.

According to the book,

that's supposed to act like a tranquilizer gun.

And if that doesn't work, you always have the second bolt,

filled with hemlock.

Whew.

You know, these were designed specifically to stop blutbaden.

Mmm.

I suppose I should take that

as sort of a backhanded compliment, huh?

Let's give it a try.

Slowly squeeze...

I know how to shoot.

Not bad.

Now...

Anyone for some kanabo?

Dude, out of the park.

You're running a little late, Robert.

Oh, yeah. Sorry, Sal.

Got the money?

Look, Sal, I've thought a lot about our conversation,

and I've made a decision.

I'm not gonna pay.

You think you're being brave, but you're not, Robert.

You're being stupid and reckless.

Now I understand you have to protect your interests.

The thing is, I have to protect mine.

I'm going to the district attorney

and there's nothing you can do to stop me.

You seem like a man who likes to bury himself in his work.

Let's see if I can't help you do that.

Yeah, yeah, I checked the rebar.

I'm just wrapping up.

Hey, w-will you save me a couple of slices

and a few cold ones?

I don't know, like, ten minutes.

Hey... hey, look, I'll be there.

Okay, I'll be there. Bye-bye.

911, what's your emergency?

Yeah, you... You gotta come quick!

The construction site off of 99e,

under the Gladstone bridge!

Oh, my God, he killed him.

- He killed him. - What's your name, please?

M-my... my name? Um, my name is, uh...

Uh, my name is...

Ah!

Arnold!

What are you doing here?

I saw something terrible.

What?

What did you see?

Hey.

We didn't get a name from the 911 call,

but whoever it was saw the whole thing go down.

Did we I.D. our vic?

According to the wallet, Robert Grosszahn,

not that the picture helps much.

Whoa. Now that's some old-school mob stuff.

Yeah, this is Detective Burkhardt.

We're gonna need an I.D. On the 911 caller.

Yeah, the witness at the Gladstone bridge

construction site. Thank you.

Robert Grosszahn, as in Grosszahn constructions?

They're a pretty big operation.

I'm guessing that's his truck.

Let's take a look.

Let's check his calendar.

He may have had a late appointment.

Yeah?

Thank you.

Dispatch just I.D.'d our witness.

Arnold Rosarot. 3863 Woodland Road.

Let's check it out.

Doesn't look like he's home.

Unlocked.

Missing witness to a murder?

Exigent circumstances to any judge I know.

Hmm.

Hello?

Man loved himself some whirligigs.

- Nice work. - Yeah, nice... but weird.

None of us have ever seen a Grimm before.

- Where's the beer? - You!

Oh, my God.

Who's "Eisbiber"?

That's a possible witness.

You know what I would like to do?

I think so.

I should probably shower first, I'm a little bit cementy.

No, I would like to invite your friend Monroe

over for dinner.

Oh, uh... Yeah, that's a good idea.

But, you know...

We're not...

He's not really a, uh...

He did save my life.

I think it would be a nice gesture.

Come on, what does he like to eat?

I don't know. Honey, Monroe's really not

a dinner kind of guy.

He's a loner. I think he'll be uncomfortable.

Well, why don't you just ask him?

And if he says no, I'll think of something else.

A picnic maybe.

It's worth a try, I guess.

Good.

Ew, cementy.

So what would you have us do?

I don't know, just... Just say you're sick.

That works for one night, then what?

Besides, that would be totally rude of me.

I think it's a very nice offer.

Monroe, think about this for one second.

What would we possibly talk about?

"Oh, gee, guys, how did you two meet?"

"Well, honey, it all started when I found out

"Monroe was a blutbad,

"and that was right after I found out I was a Grimm.

"And by the way, did I tell you

that I can see things other people can't?"

Okay, okay.

So technically, we would have to...

Bend the truth about some things.

Some things? Monroe, name one aspect

of our relationship that we wouldn't have to lie about.

You're right.

All the time we've spent together.

All the sneaking around.

God, suddenly, it just seems so wrong.

She's a really good cook, isn't she?

Yeah, she's fantastic.

Monroe, please stop thinking about food for a second.

Okay, look, the only way we do anything like this

is if we agree on a story, we keep it simple,

and then we stick to it.

Yep. Simple story, stick to it.

Okay.

So how did we meet?

Well... In my experience,

the best lies are sort of the truth.

Was he having any problems with the business?

No.

I mean, it was a stressful job,

and he was doing battle with the planning commission.

I worked with him for almost ten years.

He was like a father to me. To everyone here really.

Well, what kind of battle

was he doing with the planning commission?

Inspections, permits, code compliance.

It never ends.

There was something scheduled

in his cell phone calendar for 9:30.

Well, I didn't know anything about it,

and I schedule all his meetings.

The initials "S.B." were next to the time.

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

Who was he having trouble with at the planning commission?

That would be Mr. Butrell.

- I'm Detective Burkhardt. - I'm Detective Griffin.

Sit. Sit down.

I was really sorry to hear about what happened to Robert.

How can I help?

Well, we just have a couple questions.

Sure, of course.

How well did you know Robert Grosszahn?

Oh, we've done a few projects over the years,

but I've never gone to his house for dinner

if that's what you're talking about.

And where were you last night at 9:30?

Um, the, uh, trip-trap club down on Chauncey.

Me and the guys, we, uh,

we have a poker night there every Wednesday.