Grimm

Previously on Grimm...

Nick can't see us anymore.

He's not a Grimm anymore.

We found a way for you to get your Grimm back.

A Grimm?

Yeah, I am.

You want to tell me who has my granddaughter.

Kelly Burkhardt, Nick's mother.

You know I am going to find her.

Shaw is bad news.

When he heard that Nick's not a Grimm anymore,

he started telling everybody

that he was gonna teach him a lesson.

If any of your other friends get the same idea,

they won't be as lucky as you.

- What is it? - A wolfsangel.

The secundum naturae ordinem wesen.

To them, intermarriage is a crime against man and nature.

- Oh, my God. - Josh?

- Trubel? - Josh.

You know how to use that thing?

Not a clue.

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There you are.

Come with me, dear, under the mistletoe if you will.

Watch out behind you. Yes, I did put that there-oh.

Some people are so rude, you know?

You having fun?

Somebody get the door.

Hey, Dennis, somebody dropped off a present for you.

Just put it under the tree.

Hey, Rick, you want to give me a hand with this?

Yeah, sure.

Got a little weight to it.

Somebody's been good, huh?

Ready?

Oh, ho ho ho ho ho, yeah!

Yeah!

Oh, it's so great!

Oh, my God.

Oh, this is so fun.

I love it.

Hey, look, there's something on that train car.

You should grab it.

- What's this? - I don't know.

Better open it.

Looks like an invitation to a Christmas party.

Are we going? It's up to you.

Depends on who's throwing it.

"Dearest Rosalee"...

Hmm, looks like this one's just for me.

Eh, guess I'm out of luck.

"You are invited to join your husband, dearest Monroe,

"next week on an oft-delayed honeymoon.

"He's hoping you'll say yes

because it won't be much of a honeymoon without you."

We can really go?

If you say yes.

Oh, yes.

That better not be...

that was not an omen.

Right, of course.

No omens here.

We're gonna be okay.

We're gonna be just fine.

Dennis, wake up.

I think I heard something downstairs.

Dennis,

there is somebody downstairs.

I told you. Call the police.

What the hell?

Oh, my God.

Help!

Dennis!

Emma!

Help.

This is the group that's been terrorizing Monroe and Rosalee.

Secundum naturae ordinem wesen?

That's what Rosalee said it might be.

Aren't those the pus-heads

that burned a wolfsangel on their lawn?

Yeah, could be.

"1252, Lyon.

"I first encountered the secundum naturae ordinem wesen,

"also known as the Wesenrein,

"during a trial conducted by the catholic inquisition.

"Not only were they searching out heretics

"and burning them at the stake,

"but some of the inquisitors, I discovered, were wesen

"and using their positions to root out impurity

"within the wesen society.

"The wesen heretics, or as they were known,

"the Impuro,

"were tried outside the cities by secret tribunals.

"These brutal trials dragged on

from one to three days, bereft of mercy."

Nice masks.

"They too were burned, not necessarily so much at the stake

as through the stake."

Ah, an artistic rendering.

"Seeing that the tribunals were doing my work for me,

I took a much needed sabbatical on the isle of Crete."

I guess the inquisition made life easier for the Grimms.

Yeah, it seems like the Wesenrein

didn't die out with the inquisition.

How did they know Monroe and Rosalee were married?

It's not like they took out an ad.

Well, it looks like somebody at the wedding

told somebody who told somebody.

Unbelievable.

Unbelievable that this is now believable.

When my dad first showed me stuff like this,

I thought they were some kind of fantasies he'd been having.

So you really didn't know your dad

was a Grimm when you were growing up?

He tried to tell me about some of this when I got older,

but I'm not, you know,

what he was,

what Nick is again, what Trubel is.

I just thought my dad was kind of crazy and getting crazier.

If you really thought he was crazy,

why'd you bring him to Nick? He was dying.

This is the only thing he wanted to do before he died.

At that point, you don't care if he's crazy or not.

Then, I met you guys, and I realized crazy is relative.

How do you deal with it?

Well, you know, the way I look at it,

everyone has problems.

Some are worse than others,

and some are monsters... Not all of them

but a lot of them.

And those are the ones that Nick has to deal with.

You know, sometimes I actually find myself wishing

I could be like Nick.

Maybe that's a dumb thing to wish for.

One day you might not have a choice.

I know. That scares me too.

What about what's been happening to Monroe and Rosalee?

Are those threats real?

Nick's taking it very seriously.

I wish there was something I could do to help.

You have enough problems of your own right now.

Well, if you count having no job,

no house, no car,

and two Hundjagers trying to kill you,

then, yeah, I guess I do.

You know, this is gonna be the first Christmas

in my whole life that I won't be spending in Philadelphia.

I'm sorry.

Sorry if I interrupted any holiday festivities.

I wasn't sure if this was gang related or not,

but it's definitely home invasion.

Question is, what invaded?

Who got hurt?

Dennis Gladstone,

owner of the house, got banged up pretty good.

Paramedics took him in.

His wife stayed behind to talk to us,

but she's anxious to get to the hospital.

Any witnesses?

Mr. Gladstone's the only eyewitness,

but neighbors said they heard a lot of strange noises.

Of course, strange is your specialty.

No visible signs of forced entry.

Locks weren't tampered with. No windows broken.

So much debris and wreckage, gonna be a challenge

to dust for prints.

Mrs. Gladstone,

this is Detective Burkhardt

and Detective Griffin.

Thank you.

I can't believe this happened.

I really want to see my husband. We understand.

We just need to ask a few questions.

Did you witness the attack?

No, but I heard it.

It was horrible.

When I got downstairs, whoever did this was gone.

I found Dennis on the floor.

Did anything happen before the attack?

We had a party

with a lot of our friends.

Went to about 11:00, then everyone left.

We locked up and went to bed.

Did you notice anything unusual?

Anyone around the house?

No, not really.

We had a late-night delivery, but that's about it.

- What delivery? - I'm not sure, really.