Grimm

Previously on Grimm...

The Cracher-Mortel makes zombies.

I was not able to find out

why your brother went to Portland.

I know why. He took the Grimm.

Eric's forced our hand.

It's time my dear brother was dealt with.

Someone outside the family

is carrying royal blood.

What... Ow! What are you...

Ah...

You have to gather the dead flowers.

- Where's Nick? - He not here.

We think he may have survived the crash.

He might be infected. He may not be himself.

So you need to prepare yourselves.

- Can you follow him? - I can try.

Go.

***

You lose him?

Sorta, kinda. Yeah.

This is not as easy as it looks, you know?

There's a lot more out here than just Nick.

And I'm not getting on my hands and knees,

'cause I can't move that fast.

Not to mention the grass stains.

Wait.

I got him.

- Yeah? - You find him?

- Not yet, but we're on him. - Where are you?

About a mile east of the bar.

Nick's moving fast.

All right, we're headed in your direction.

Did they find him?

Not yet. But they're getting close.

- Captain Renard. - Yeah?

I checked for surveillance,

but the system appears to be down.

- So you got nothing? - Doesn't look like it.

All right.

Well, I'm headed back to my precinct.

You find anything, you call me.

I'm tired.

Can you get them to bed?

I want you to read me a story.

- Okay. - Come on.

You know what? I left the food in the car.

Oh, let's just get them to bed, okay?

All right.

What's he doing, John? John, get the door.

- Okay. - Hurry.

- Mom, he's coming fast. - John, get the door!

- John, open the door! - Mommy, what's happening?

- Get them inside, John! - Get them in the house!

Mommy!

Call 911! Call 911!

Get the kids upstairs first.

- - Hurry!

Get them to our room! I have the gun in there!

Get in the bedroom. I have the gun in there.

Let's go!

Help me get the bookcase in front of the door.

Who is he? What's he doing here?

I don't know.

Take the kids into the closet and shut the door!

- What are you gonna do? - I'm gonna get the gun.

Shh, go in there.

- Shh, just be quiet. - Dad!

Come on! Come on!

Mom! Dad! Daddy!

- Mommy! - Shh! Shh!

You have to be really quiet, okay?

- Shh. - Mommy, I'm scared.

Sorry, man.

I lost him again.

- Aah! - Mom!

I think we found him.

Aah!

Mom!

Mom!

Now, look, don't do something that you're gonna...

- We gotta stop him! - That's what I'm trying to do!

Mom!

Dad!

Daddy!

We gotta get him outta here.

Whoa!

That's right!

I threw it. Come and get me!

You go out the back. I'll lead him out the front.

Okay.

Plan's not working.

- Captain. - Have you got him?

- - Sort of.

I'm at 642 Birmingham road.

Hurry!

- Now what? - Uh...

what are we gonna do?

What, are you gonna shoot him?

Well, unless we can find a way to trap him,

I'm gonna wound him.

We don't have much time.

What about the hay loft?

I don't know. I mean, maybe we could...

Whoa!

Hey, Nick!

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me? Do you know who I am?

Nick, it's us, man!

Don't do it. Don't do it, Nick!

He's doing it.

Oh, my God.

Do you think we killed him?

We didn't. Let's close him in.

- Where's Nick? - Inside. We have him trapped.

- Probably not for long. - Is he hurt?

If he is, I don't think he knows it.

Juliette, you have to understand,

Nick is more animal than man right now.

Where is he?

Sir, we have the situation under control.

You're cops? How did you get here so fast?

I just called 911.

We've been following the suspect.

I need you to put the gun down and go back in the house.

He tried to kill me and my family.

- Is anyone hurt? - No.

But they're scared to death.

This guy's insane. Who is he?

His name is, uh...

Thomas Schirach.

Sir, give me the gun and go back in the house.

I'm not giving you my gun. I'll go back inside,

but my wife and kids are in there.

And if this maniac gets out on the loose again, I...

All right, we're gonna go in.

Stay back...

And just make sure that thing is ready.

Come on.

- Let's take him. - Uh... Not like this.

I tried.

- - You okay?

I wish I could do that.

Oh! Nick! Nick!

Nick, don't do it. I swear to God.

Don't make me shoot you, please!

I swear to God.

- Nick! - Nick, behind you!

Ah!

Easy!

Nick, please.

You okay?

No, that hurt.

But I gotta feel better than you guys.

Is it working?

I think so.

We should give him another shot just in case.

We gave him everything we had.

We just have to get him back to the shop.

Well, let's get him back there fast... let's go!

Let's hurry. Don't wanna explain

- what we're doing here. - Me either.

- He's still shaking. - I hope we're not too late.

- His pulse is really slow. - He's really cold to the touch.

Guys, his pulse is slowing down,

- and it's getting weaker. - Are we losing him?

Maybe we should try to keep him warm.

We should put a coat on him.

Nick, can you hear me?

Nick...

Before it's too late.