Previously on "Grimm"...
I keep thinking I need to be carrying that stick,
and I wanna know what's written on that cloth
that's wrapped around it.
[screams]
- Eve is here. - What? Where?
In the wall.
She was drawing too.
You did this?
I think it's connected to what healed us.
Well, this is a surprise.
There is a third heartbeat.
- I'm being haunted. - Were you responsible
- for the death? - In a way.
A mind is a terrible thing to lose.
[chattering and shuffling]
_
[eerie music]
♪
Hey, Dan, let's try and keep it down in your room.
I'm tired of getting calls, you hear me?
You hear me, Dan? No more calls.
Oy.
Hey. You did it again.
People are trying to sleep here, Dan.
Yeah, you keep this up,
and you're gonna end up back out on the street.
What are you looking at, old man?
[door slams]
[tense music]
[door creaks]
♪
- [floor creaks] - [gasps]
♪
[door creaks]
♪
[distant siren wailing]
[creaks and gusts]
♪
[belching]
[gagging and choking]
♪
[roaring]
[camera shutter clicking]
Didn't mean to wake ya.
I didn't sleep that much anyway.
Do you remember why you did this?
I just remember I had to.
Diana could see it too?
Yeah, Diana could see more symbols on the cloth than I could.
This has gotta be related to the stick.
Do you think the seven Grimm crusaders knew what they had?
That's probably why they buried it.
The answers must be right in front of us.
[tense music]
_
[grunts]
[blubbering]
No, no!
No, no-no-no-no-no-no, not again.
Not again, this is impossible.
[distressed breathing]
♪
This is impossible, this is impossible.
I warned you, Dan! I told you what would happen!
[blubbering] How did he get in there?
Maybe it was...
It had to be the door. It had to be the door.
There's no other way, right?
- I mean, there is no other way! - Hey, sir,
- excuse me. - I'm such an idiot.
I should've nailed the door shut.
- Hey, sir. - I should... what...
Do you need help?
Is there someone I could call for you?
Listen, it's gonna be okay.
I work at a shelter. I could take you there.
You could get a warm meal and some sleep.
You want me to sleep?
I want you to be safe.
- It's you, isn't it? - What?
How... how did you get into my room?
- Your room? - How did you get into my room?
What are you doing?
- Huh? - [screams]
How?
[grunting and screaming]
[dramatic music]
[tense music]
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First time we translated the cloth at least there
were letters with recognizable Latin roots.
- And only two words. - [sighs]
You carved all this into the walls?
- Yes. - Okay, I think this one
is Sumerian,
and this one is Aztec... I mean Mayan.
Some of these don't have any correlation to ancient texts.
But it is some kind of language.
- Or languages. - Yeah,
if you speak hodgepodge.
This appears to be alphabetic, logographic,
symbolic, syllabic. I mean, we need our own
Rosetta Stone to crack this mess.
It has to mean something.
Wait a minute.
I think I know this...
Seven. It's ancient.
Seven stars. It's gotta be the Pleiades.
- The constellation. - Yeah.
The Pleiades was a... was a cluster of seven stars
that held significance for literally
every ancient civilization you can think of.
The Aztecs, the Celts, the Greeks, obviously.
It's usually associated with times of mourning.
- Like sunrise morning? - No, no.
Dead mourning, as in, you know,
cemeteries, Halloween, Day of the Dead.
The reason we hold festivals celebrating the dead in the fall
is because between the autumnal equinox and the winter solstice,
these seven stars rise as the sun sets.
Seven stars, seven Grimm crusaders.
- Seven keys. - Lucky seven,
except... I mean, maybe not so much in this case.
You know, when I was a teen, I used to wish upon
the first star I saw at night.
What did you wish for?
Oh, a way out of my messed-up life.
Well, I think we all wished for that.
Didn't do much good, did it?
- Not really. - Both: No.
Well, except for that last wish.
That one came true.
So... we have exactly one symbol that we recognize.
I wouldn't call that much of a translation.
It's a start.
- Hey. - So...
how's it going with the new roommate?
- A little strange. - I can imagine.
That is not what I'm talking about.
She...
she drew this in the tunnels.
Eve drew this?
Scratched it into the wall and ceiling
while in some kind of trance.
[sighs]
Yeah, that's kind of strange. She say why she did that?
She only sort of remembers doing it.
I showed Monroe and Rosalee.
Monroe said this one is the constellation Pleiades.
And what is it? Some kind of map
- of the universe? - [phone rings]
That's one possibility.
Wu.
Yeah, we're at the precinct.
Northwest Park and Couch. Got it.
Yeah, we'll be there.
Got a fun one. Someone woke up in a bad mood,
smashed a guy's head into the pavement.
You're happy about this?
No, but I'll take a cold-blooded murder
over an unsolvable ancient riddle
about the universe any day.
The only Big Bang Theory I wanna deal with
is the one from a gun.
[police radio chatter]
Hey.
Who's our vic?
The winner for Good Samaritan of the year.
Michael Sobek, 34, volunteers at a nearby shelter.
Eyewitnesses say he was attempting to help a man
in distress, screaming that someone was trying to kill him.
The screamer attacked Mr. Sobek and did, well, that.
[dark music]
We know anything about our killer?
Fled the scene on foot.
Uh, perp is described as white male,
late 30s, early 40s, slender, disheveled,
wearing only a white tank and boxer shorts.
Any idea which way he went?
One of the witnesses followed him around the block,
and down the street, but lost him in the traffic.
- We set up a ten-block perimeter. - He have any weapons on him?
None reported... witnesses say it was all by hand.
We just got a call.
A man matching the suspect's description
was seen entering the Englewood Hotel.
I know it. Four blocks over.
[sirens blaring]
[suspenseful music]
[police radio chatter]
Oh, hey, I was just about to call you guys.
Anybody walk through here just wearing underwear
- in the last 15 minutes? - That would be Dan.
- He's a mess. - Dan have a last name?
Yeah, Wells, he just came in screaming about something,
ran upstairs to his room, and locked the door.
- What's his room number? - 308.
- How man rooms on that floor? - Um, ten.
- How many are occupied? - All of them,
but the guests aren't in at this time of day.
- The hell's going on? - It sounds like a hammering.
[distant hammering]
Hey, are you the police?
Oh, thank God, someone finally called you.
- That man never sleeps! - Ma'am, you need to get
in your apartment and lock the door.
- Ooh, what's happening? - Now, ma'am.
[hammering continues]
Dan Wells, Portland PD!
We're gonna need you to open the door.
Dan, if you don't open the door,
we're gonna break it down.
If... if I let you in, it'll get me.
Dan, it's just me and my partner.
No-no-no-no-no, I can't open this door.
I-I-I don't know how it gets in, but it does.
[hammering resumes]
Last chance, Dan. Open the door.
You... you... you don't understand, it'll kill me!
[tense music]
- [loud smash] - Aah.
♪
No-no-no, no, no-no-no-no.
No, he'll come for me! He'll come for you!
He won't let you sleep!
Calm down, calm down. No one's gonna hurt you.
No, you can't hide from him!
He finds you wherever you are!
Please! Please, no!
He's afraid of something getting in here.
I think whatever it is is in his head,
and it may be a little late to nail that shut.
So you're thinking this is just mental?
[chuckles] Nah.
We're never just thinking that.
But one could always hope.
We know he's our killer.
What are we looking for?
A reason.
♪
I don't really know much about anybody that stays here.
I really don't wanna ask.
They really don't wanna tell.
This is not exactly the Deluxe.
[chuckles]
Well, how long has Wells stayed here?
Uh, about two months.
You know, I didn't have a problem with him at first,
then he kinda got weirder and weirder.
I think he stopped taking his meds,
or he started taking something he shouldn't.
Do you know if he was using drugs?
Uh, no, I mean, I didn't see it,
but, you know, he acted like he did sometimes.
Do you have that previous address?
Yes, actually I do. Uh, another hotel,
- The Jensen. - Also not the Deluxe.
Do you know if anybody's threatened Wells?
I don't think anybody in the hotel did.
Out... outside, who knows?
Well, did you know that his door and his windows
- were completely nailed shut? - [sighs]
Crap, I know he was making a lot of noise.
I didn't know that's what he was doing.
Eddie! Eddie, Eddie,
- get out here, I need you. - Yeah, what is it?
Uh, we got a problem in 308.
The idiot nailed shut his windows and doors.
- Go take care... - Nobody goes in that room
until we're done with the investigation.
- Okay. - Yeah, yeah, yeah,
um, that's what I meant.
- Thank you. - I'll be around.
Actually, the... the guy in the wheelchair.
- Mm-hmm. - Did he have any contact
with Wells that you know of?
Mr. Lynk? Spelled with a Y, by the way.
First name Charles. Been here since
before anybody can remember.
He don't make contact with anybody, as far as I know.
[whispers] No one's ever heard him speak.
Thank you.
[sighs]
[item clatters]
Meisner?
Meisner, are you here?
Look, don't play games with me. I'm tired of this.
[door opens]
[foreboding music]
I'm sorry, do I know you?
We've spoken on the phone.
I am Anselmo Baledin.
What are you doing here?
It's important that we talk, now that Bonaparte is dead,
and you've killed your political career.
Look, I told you. The Grimm was responsible.
You also told us you can handle the Grimm.
Instead he seems to have handled you quite well.
- Well, he had help. - So did you.
Yes, but the help he had was much better than what I had.
I'm here to clean up your mistakes.
What exactly does that mean?
Our goals have not changed.
We want you to pick up where we left off.
You mean with everyone dead?
Except you.
You were the sole survivor.
You said the Grimm killed Bonaparte.
How do you know this? Were you there?
I was there.
The Grimm should be dead, but he's not.
Like I told you, he's being protected
by something very powerful.
And that's the part I'm having a hard time understanding.
Oh, well, maybe you could understand this.
I'm done taking orders,
I'm done with Black Claw,
and I'm done with you.
You were right, it...
it was important that we talk.
♪
If these seven dots represent the constellation Pleiades,
could some of the other symbols represent other constellations?
Okay.
This is the Babylonian symbol for the Pleiades,
which means these two...
would be Taurus and Orion.
Then it's possible this could be some kind of
map of the universe?
I mean, it totally makes sense.
Ancient civilizations charted the stars
for all kinds of reasons. Religion, cartography,
you know, timing the harvest
based on what constellations were visible.
So maybe it could be an ancient calendar.
A calendar of when?
[eerie music]
Dan Wells has no criminal record to speak of.
He's been cited for public intoxication
and vagrancy a couple times, but never anything violent.
Yeah, I'm still here.
Uh, how long has Mr. Wells been on welfare?
Uh-huh.
No-no-no, that's good for now. Thank you.
According to Housing Authority, Dan's been living
on general relief and hotel vouchers.
So... Wells didn't know the victim.
There's no motive that we know of.
But he nailed his windows and his doors shut,
because he was scared someone or some thing could break in.
And yet, to date, no record of mental illness?
How does this guy have no record of mental health issues?
Because whatever happened to him
probably just started.
Yeah, people do have breakdowns.
Especially when they first encounter Wesen.
Yeah, let's go ask him.
Do you know why you're here, Dan?
Do you remember being attacked?
Why did you nail the windows and door shut?
What else could I do?
We're here to help.
What are you afraid of?
Sleeping.
Why?
Because that's when it gets me.
That's why you can't sleep. You can never sleep, never.
What gets you, Dan?
I don't know what it is,
but when it's there, I can't move.
You're paralyzed?
I said I can't move... at all.
But I see it,
and... it's big,
and it comes for me
with its disgusting breath,
its huge mouth full of...
not teeth exactly.
Then what?
[moans]
[roaring]
[screaming]
Hey. Hey, hey.
- Take it easy. - It never can hurt you in here.
- Hey. - [grunts]
We're gonna need a chemical restrain in here!
[wallops]
Or that.
I am pretty sure
this is a piece of the Sumerian calendar.
I think this one is associated with the Mayan calendar.
So how did the Sumerians get mixed up with the Mayans?
That's two different continents,
two very different cultures,
- two different times. - Yeah.
I mean, the Mayans and the Sumerians are, like,
3,000 years apart, give or take a century or two.
Unless they're connected in a way we don't understand.
What do you mean, like wormhole-connected?
Yeah, why not?
- Hey. - Hi.
Having any luck?
We think this might be an ancient calendar.
So... this is a calendar?
Here's the deal. We're thinking that,
if this is a map of the stars, right?
And some of these symbols are constellations,
maybe a reason to map them out this way is to tell time.
What if this was some event a very long time ago?
And that might tell us where the stick came from.
That would be good to know.
That would, but it's not why we're here.
- You looking for a Wesen? - Have you ever heard of a Wesen
with a big mouth, strange teeth?
And it paralyzes you in bed.
Hmm, does it have bad breath?
- That's what he said. - That sounds like an Alpe.
An Alp? Like a Swiss Mountain Alp?
No, different kinda Alp. Alpe, with an E.
I got this in one of my books. According to Germanic folklore,
Alpen are responsible for... sleep paralysis and insomnia.
Here it is. Check this out.
When I was a teenager, a lot of my family
still lived in Germany,
and I was spending the summer with my great-aunt Ada.
She was always a little loopy, which is why
she was my favorite aunt, but her mental state
had begun to seriously decline.
And we didn't know this until later,
but the reason Ada was going mad was because of an Alpe.
[dark music]
These are definitely not teeth.
Yeah, I don't know if there's a word for them,
but, uh, I know what they do.
They get inside your head, and feed.
- On what? - Well, they feed on your sleep.
Basically, they steal it. I mean, with good reason,
because Alpen go insane if they don't feed nightly
on the proteins our brains create during REM sleep.
But if the feeding goes on for, like, a few too many nights,
then it eventually makes their victims go crazy,
- like my Aunt Ada. - How does these Alpen
find their next victims?
Melatonin, lots of it.
And the heavier the sleeper, the more melatonin.
An Alpen can sense that. It's like a drug addict
- with a drug. - Why would an Alpe
keep attacking the same victim?
Because when the body's overcompensating,
the brain produces even more melatonin
when it's not sleeping.
- Where was this victim attacked? - The Englewood Hotel.
And how it got in that room, we know not.
Well, a hotel makes sense.
Lots of sleeping victims to choose from.
So it could be anyone in that hotel.
Or who has access to the rooms.
Over 35 people staying at the Englewood Hotel
the night before Dan attacked our victim,
not including the manager or the maintenance man.
Well, anyone of them can be an Alpe,
but how can we justify dragging them in for questioning
if it's about eating sleep?
But Wells nailed his windows and doors shut.
How did this Alpe get in?
Well, maybe the Alpe was in there,
- and Dan didn't know it. - Not that big a room.
Oh, listen to this.
In 1954, a long-term guest killed a maid.
That one was linked to psychosis,
but there have been several problems since then,
including six suicides and three murders.
So what are we thinking?
This Alpe has been using the Englewood Hotel
as a buffet for the last 60 years?
Hey, what was the name of the old guy?
The one in the wheelchair?
Lynk, with a Y, Charles.
The... the manager said he had been in the hotel
a long time.
- There it is. Middle name: Herring.
No record.
That doesn't mean he's not a Wesen.
Got your info on the once lovely Englewood Hotel,
owned by Beverly Garwood. According to this,
- she lives in L.A. - You have a number?
No, it's my first day on the job.
[chuckles]
She is in the 323.
[phone rings]
- Hello? - Beverly Garwood.
- Yes? - This is Detective Burkhardt
from the Portland Police.
We're checking on a property you own here,
- The Englewood Hotel. - What's this about?
One of your guests was involved in a murder yesterday.
Oh, my God, on the property?
- No. - Well, how can I help you?
We're looking for a little background information
on a couple of the employees,
Scott Mudgett and Eddie Holmes. You know them?
I don't manage the property on a day-to-day basis.
I inherited it from my grandfather.
I can't tell you much about them,
except that they keep the place running.
It's not what it once was.
Well, have you ever had any problems there?
- What do you mean? - There seem to have been
a few violent incidents over the years.
That happens in every hotel. Is there something
- out of the ordinary? - No.
- Thank you for your time. - Feel free to call me
if there's anything I can do.
She was a big help.
We still don't know how the Alpe got in Dan's room,
'cause his place was a fortress.
These things can't walk through walls...
can they?
[tense music]
- [bed creaking] - [moans]
[growling belch]
♪
[growls]
- I'm not here to haunt you. - Really?
Then why don't you go wherever it is you go?
Well, you might wanna reconsider
conversing with someone no one else can see.
[indistinct chatter]
I believe they're going to kill you.
- Who? - Two men waiting by your car.
- Why you telling me this? - You trust me?
[indistinct chatter]
[tense music]
[groans]
♪
- [grunts] - [gun fires]
[gun fires]
You saved my life. Why?
This time, you chose the right side, Sean.
♪
Are we done?
♪
[grunts]
Oh, my God.
[groaning]
[suspenseful music]
Oh, my God.
[grunts]
[distressed breathing]
[screams]
[body lands]
It's Laura Driscoll, room 305,
across the hall from Dan Wells.
I don't know what happened.
I really don't know why you guys are here.
I mean, uh, you know, she tripped, she fell.
- These things happen. - What? Nobody saw it?
Uh, no. I mean, we just heard a scream,
- and then she fell. - And who found the body?
Uh, maintenance man, Eddie.
We got him in the office. I'll get him.
She's not dressed to go out.
She ever wander the halls in her pajamas before?
Hey, guys, I don't stay up all night.
The guests are gonna do what they do.
How long has she been staying here?
- About three months. - You found the body?
Yeah, I was, uh, covering the front desk
when I heard the scream.
I didn't think much of it at first, you know.
You get that down here.
- But then... - Anyone else around?
No, it was pretty early.
About 6:00 this morning.
Let's go check out her room.
[foreboding music]
[breathing]
Other than the bedding on the floor,
no signs of a struggle.
Well, the windows are locked.
At least they're no chains or nails this time.
When I checked the door, no sign of forced entry.
Then why did she run out of her room?
Dan Wells was gone.
Maybe she was the Alpe's next meal.
Well, if she was, how is this Alpe getting in?
I don't know, but I got the manager on my list.
Looks like this window was nailed shut before.
All we got now is an accident.
We need to catch this Alpe in the act.
So, we think the Alpe is using the Englewood Hotel
as its own personal cafeteria.
We need someone to spend one night in there,
so that we can catch it the next time it strikes.
Right, and it can't be either of you guys,
since you've both been there as cops,
which is why you're looking at me.
- I don't want him getting hurt. - I'm in complete agreement
- with her on that. - Well, there will be a camera
inside the room, and he will be wearing a wire.
- And we'll be right outside. - Look,
just think of it as payback for Aunt Ada.
- I guess. - The only problem is,
Alpen are attracted to heavy sleepers, which I am not.
Well, melatonin is the chemical in the brain
that makes you sleep, right?
That's why your brain produces it.
You can take melatonin.
Couldn't you give him a little boost?
I can give him a big boost, but I'm still concerned
about that whole paralysis thing.
It's never gonna get that far. Nick and Hank will be there
the second the Alpe walks in the room.
- Right? - Both: Yes.
We will be monitoring Monroe from the second
he steps foot in that hotel.
I'm not sleeping a wink until you get home.
That's very sweet.
Now how do we get enough melatonin in me?
[dramatic music]
Okay.
♪
Okay.
Be sure to set up the cameras, so you have a view
- of the whole room. - Got it.
And the only way you're gonna be able to hear us
is with this earbud, but don't put it in
until you're in the room.
And here's your Housing Authority voucher.
We see or hear anything, we're coming in.
- Good. - Sure you're ready?
If I don't get into that hotel room pretty soon,
I'm gonna fall asleep in the lobby.
♪
[sighs]
[door closes]
Need a room?
[yawning] Yeah.
Just one night?
It's all I need. Just passing through.
Name, previous address if you have one,
checkout's 11:00.
305.
We have an elevator, but it's not working.
[yawning] Thank you.
[yawns]
[dark music]
[breathing]
Wow.
Well, I'm in room 305.
All right, lock the door and windows,
set the camera, and go to bed.
[yawning] Doing it now.
[locks door]
Door locked.
Window locked.
[camera beeps]
All right, so...
this... is the room.
Um, it is... it... I mean, palatial.
I'm gonna put the camera right here on the dresser
across from the bed, so you can't miss me.
Can you see me?
Loud and clear.
[yawning] I'm going to bed.
Whoa. No, I'm not.
Not in there.
[chuckles]
[groans]
[sighs]
Boy, I hope this works fast,
because this is a really uncomfortable bed.
Can you still see me?
Yeah, we got ya.
All right.
[groaning]
[snoring]
[sighs] Anything?
Nothing yet.
♪
[lock latches]
This reminds me of some foreign films
my second wife used to drag me to,
except this one has a better plot.
- What's going on? - Something's in there.
[dramatic music]
[belches]
[gasps]
[choking]
[staggered breathing]
[dramatic music]
[roars]
Back up!
- [choking] - [snarling]
[gun fires]
[glass shattering]
[grunts]
Monroe! Where'd it go?
Monroe, can you move?
Camera got knocked over.
They had to have come from behind the dresser.
Check behind it.
[knocks] It's hollow.
Looks like it's attached to the wall.
[grunting]
Some kind of passage way.
If he went out this way, we've gotta go in.
- We'll be back. - [strangled shouting]
It's getting away. We gotta go.
[strangled shouting]
- Ah! - [grunting]
[strained] Don't leave me like this!
[strangled shouting]
[tense music]
[groans]
[grunts]
[panting]
[suspenseful music]
[grunts]
[roars]
Yeah, Hundjager.
Huh?
[wallops]
[grunts]
- [grunting] - [wallops]
[neck cracks]
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought
we were after an Alpe.
Hank. Hank!
In here.
So I guess you were trying to tell us that he was a Hundjager.
- What? - Scott.
The manager.
I didn't see any Hundjager.
Dude, I saw an Alpe.
God. Where is he?
There's gotta be another passageway.
[grunting]
[tense music]
[distant rumbling]
I hear him.
Well, we've come this far.
This is a welfare hotel?
Oh, my God. Who are you?
What are you doing here? I'm calling the police.
I left mine at home.
- Beverly Garwood. - So you don't live
- in Los Angles after all. - What do you want?
Little payback for my Great Aunt Ada.
- Huh? - [sniffs intensely]
Oh, yeah. You're the Alpe.
[growls]
[both growling]
Oh, my God, you're a Grimm.
So you can see. We kinda have a problem
Don't talk to me about problems.
You don't know what it's like to live without any sleep.
Besides, what would you charge me with?
Being an Alpe? I didn't kill anyone.
I suggest you leave.
The way I see it, Beverly,
you have two choices.
One, you sell the hotel,
you give all the proceeds to local homeless shelters,
and you leave Portland forever.
I don't think so. What's the other?
As you said, I am a Grimm.
One less Alpe in the world?
Who's gonna lose any sleep over that?
♪
I'll call my real estate agent first thing in the morning.
[growls]
[roaring]
Hmm.
[growls]
Well, like the man said,
life is a nightmare that prevents one from sleeping,
so... sleep well.
[breathing]
[maniacal laughter]
[dramatic music]
You know how the Mayan calendar ended in 2012?
- Mm-hmm. - Well, the problem is,
you can't predict specific years from the stars,
because they don't actually move,
but if we could map the position of the planets
in our solar system, wouldn't we be able to figure it out?
You mean, because our planets will never be
in the exact same alignment ever again?
You know, I actually have a program that could
roughly calculate the date... based on planet position.
Okay. Cool, that's our solar system.
There's Earth. Now if we can just
try to match... the drawing on the cloth
with our planet's position.
I'll match it with today's date, and work backwards from there.
Is it working?
Not really. The farther back I go,
the more out of alignment it gets.
Maybe it isn't a calendar after all.
Wait, hold up, let me try it again.
That looks right.
Oh. No, I went way too far forward.
No, what do you mean? It matches.
Yeah, but that's not in the past,
that's in the future.
March 24th.
[eerie music]
So it is a calendar.
I think it is.
Over something that hasn't happened yet?
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