"That hurt." "You okay?" "I don't know yet." "I don't think anything's broken." "I think I'm okay, too." "We in some kind of a cave?" "I have no idea." "Dude..." "It's a catacomb." "This must be a church." "Not just any church." "This is the church from the map!" "Oh, my God." "Whatever they hid, they have to have hidden it down here." "Or they must have buried it." "Start with the floor." "Look for some kind of opening." "Get the shovels." "Sir." "Sir." "He's bleeding." "Back away." "Medic!" "Out of the way." "Out of the way." "I got him." "Balcony." "Andy, Andy." "Come on." "Open the door." "Hey, secure the building." "Block access." "Nobody in or out." "Get officers on the street." "Come on." "Sir, sir." "Give him space." "Get them out of here." "Where are the medics?" "Clear." "Dead." "All clear." "We need space." "Move away!" "He's got to be in the building." "We couldn't have missed him." "Unless he went out that balcony." "Or the roof." "Call that in." "I'll check it out." "Need a bus." "Apartment 1212, Plaza." "Oh, God." "Get the medics." "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God." "Put pressure." "Look at me." "Look at me." "Hey, hey." "Look up, look up!" "You'll be fine." "You got him?" "Ripped  Corrected By mstoll" "I got nothing." "Neither do I." "Burying something under these stones?" "I mean, that's kind of overkill, don't you think?" "I mean, we are in the catacombs of an ancient church in the middle of the Black Forest." "You really think the Crusaders would have made it that difficult if they ever wanted to come back for this thing someday?" "Well, we have to check, because they might have, and we're not coming back." "But think about it, archeology, anthropology, as we know it, didn't exist back then." "History wasn't something you studied." "It was something you made." "Usually with a lot of blood." "I'm just saying, I think..." "I think we need to think like them." "Okay." "So, 800 years ago, people were very superstitious." "They wouldn't have liked being down here." "Right?" "So, maybe putting something behind a bunch of dead people would give it a little more security than just, you know, burying it under any old stones." "Protected by the spirits of the dead." "Exactly." "Skull and crossbones." "Crossbones make an" "I'll start with this one." "Nothing personal, guys." "Or gals." "I'll call you when the cinchona arrives?" "Uh-huh." "Okay, you're welcome." "I should go check on Kelly." "Look, you don't have to do any more." "You've done plenty today." "Don't you think we should have heard from 'em by now?" "Yeah." "Maybe." "I'm trying not to think about it." "Maybe they're out of cell service." "Yeah, that's one of the things I keep telling myself." "I'll try to come up with a few more for you." "Okay, yep, coming!" "Maybe this is wrong, too." "No, we're not done yet." "Oh!" "Sorry, buddy." "Better now than when you were alive, though, right?" "Wow!" "I don't think there's anything else up there." "There's something we're not seeing." "Just like the maps on the keys." "The "X" was right in front of us, but we couldn't see it until we started thinking differently." "Well, I'm thinking all these bones look the same to me." "No, it's got to be down here somewhere." "What if we're looking too hard, you know?" "I mean, I don't see an Nick." "We need to go back 800 years." "We kind of are back 800 years." "I don't think a lot has changed down here in that time." "I'm not talking about the place." "I'm talking about us." "It's like you said." "We're not thinking the way they are." "Nobody would come down here without light, right?" "Not if they wanted to see anything, no." "And they would've been too scared by the spirits, right?" "Yeah, and in a world lit only by fire, they would have had, like, you know, torches." "So, what if light actually prevents someone from seeing it?" "Wait a minute." "If nobody would ever come down here without torchlight, but what they hid can't be seen with torchlight, then, yeah, I mean, fear alone would have kept anybody from doing that." "So, maybe we should turn off the lights." "Uh..." "Yeah, I mean, I guess..." "Guess we could do that." "Okay, dark." " Well, it's not an "X."" " What's not an "X?"" "I can't tell what you're looking at." "Oh, my God, that better be your hand." "Look at those skulls." "Seven of 'em." "Kind of a circle." "Don't look like a circle." "Looks more like a "G."" "Oh, my God." "For the seven Grimm Crusaders." "Holy crap." "They're all facing in, not out." "What do you think those seven are looking at?" "Let's find out." "There's the" "It's done." "Any complications?" "No." "Send the car." "On its way." "Make sure the driver has my documents." "He does." "Marwan." "Can you hear me?" "Call 911." "I'll see if he's okay." "Marwan." "What happened?" "This is a seriously old shield." "I doubt they would have just hidden a shield." "It's probably protecting something." "Holy crap." "Check it out." "Careful, careful, careful." "It could fall apart." "Those..." "I think it's bronze." "Those look like keyholes." "Four on this side, three on the other." "Seven locks, seven keys." "Let's give it a try." "Oh, man." "Not boding well." "I got one." "Oh, my God, Nick." "Dude, this is it." "I mean, this is really it." "We're touching history!" "I mean, this thing hasn't been seen for, like, 800 years." "I mean, I just..." "I think we should take a moment and just, you know, recognize the significance of this." "Well, it's not open yet." "I know, I know, but this is momentous, even if it's empty." "I mean, we came this far!" "We found it!" "After all the others have searched throughout the centuries!" "I know." "I know." "I mean, we should see if it opens, but I'm just saying." "We're gonna need the other two keys or lock-picks." "I forgot my lock-picks." "I should have brought my lock-picks." "I mean, we can't take it to a locksmith here." "How do we explain what it is or how we found it or any of it?" "We're gonna have to take it to Portland." "All right, well, the first thing we got to do is figure out how to get out of here." "I mean, we certainly can't climb back up the way we fell in." "Well, there's got to be an entrance." "All right, I'll take this one." "Hey, I think I found the way out!" "This has to be it." "I can't believe it." "It's horrible." "Well, I have to go." " You take care." " You, too." "What happened?" "Somebody killed Andrew Dixon." "The guy running for mayor?" "Yes." "He was shot at a rally just a couple of hours ago." "Oh, my God." "Did they get who did it?" "I don't know." "A customer just told me." "She didn't know anything more than that." "Can I help you?" "Tony?" "Why didn't you answer my letters?" "I know you got 'em." "I checked the address outside." "I sent 'em here." "Look, Tony, I have moved on with my life, and I don't think we need..." "I need your help." "The kind of help you need, I..." "I can't give you." "What's that supposed to mean?" "I don't want to get into this." "You owe me." "I don't owe you anything." "I went to jail for you." "You didn't go to jail for me, Tony." "I robbed those people 'cause you were crashing." "You robbed those people so you and Carlos could get high!" "Well, Carlos is dead now." "J.J.'s in Boise, and Burt's in jail." "I got no one left to turn to." "I need five grand." "You can come up with five grand." "I mean, look at this place." "Probably make that in a day." "You need to leave now." "So you get your little ass straight." "Think you're better than everyone." "You know me, Rosie." "And you should know better than to piss me off!" "Get out!" "You owe me, bitch!" "Stop it!" "Leave her alone." "How much money you got?" "I'm calling the police." "The hell you are." "Still want to call the cops?" "Tony, no!" "Oh, God!" "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God." "It can't be back." "Oh, my God, it can't be back, it can't be back." "I don't want it back." "Maybe..." "Maybe it's just temporary." "No, no, no, I can't have it back." "I never want it back." "Don't..." "Please, you..." "You can't tell Nick." "Please, please promise me that you won't tell him." "He'll get rid of us." "Please, you can't tell him." "I won't tell him, but you can't keep it from him if it..." "If it happens again." "It would be so much worse if he found out and you hadn't told him." "I can't go back to being that." "You are so different now." "Maybe it would be different even if it came back." "You don't understand what it's like being a Hexenbiest..." "What it does to you, the way it makes you think and feel." "It's not good." "Maybe we can find a way to boost the suppressant." "We're out." "All right, hand me the stuff." "All right, got it." "Let's go." "Okay." "That's a lot of light." "Coming this way." "Well, maybe somebody's lost and it's a search party looking for..." "We should go." "Was that the priest?" "Yeah, I think so." "What the hell is the priest doing out here?" "You think he knows about the keys?" "No, I think the guy we scared in the church made me as a Grimm." "Oh, my God, you're right." "He obviously told the priest." "They're hunting us." "He's calling for them to go to him." "He must have found the catacombs." "That ought to keep 'em busy for a while." "Little bastard." "He bit me!" "No!" "Hey, no." "We don't have time." "Go." "Man!" "Did you get him?" "No." "Somehow, we missed him." "Every room in that building has been checked top to bottom." "So we get nothing?" "No, we know who it is." "It's Marwan." "Wait, you saw him?" "No, but it's him." "Then how do you know?" "Trubel confirmed he was in Portland, and he was reported in the area." "He must have attacked the cop that made him." "It was definitely Wesen." "No, this doesn't make any sense." "Why would he kill a candidate running for mayor of Portland?" "He's Black Claw." "His targets are bigger than this." "Unless Dixon was Wesen." "Was he?" "No, I don't think so." "Feds are here." "They're gonna be all over this." "What do we tell 'em?" "Can't ID Marwan, 'cause we can't explain our source." "Run them through it." "Tell them you saw a shooter in the window." "Let them run their own investigation, and stay out of it." "Hey..." "Our car is right in the middle." "How are we supposed to get down there without them seeing us?" "Call them." "Tell them you're here." "What?" "In German." "But they don't know me." "What if you did it while you were Woged?" "All Blutbaden do not look alike." "I know, but it's dark." "And if they're looking for a Grimm, the last place they'd expect to find one is with a Blutbad in the middle of the Black Forest." "That's true." "You have any better ideas?" "No, I guess I don't." "Come on." "Come on." "It's not gonna take 'em long to figure out what happened." "Well, we can't outrun all of them." "They're not gonna know which way we went." "Well, then, they're gonna split up." "We're gonna have to deal with some of 'em." "One tire, each car." "Shovels." "They're coming." "It's Marwan Hanano's." "How'd you get it?" "He dropped it when he was hit by a bike." "Does he know you have it?" "No." "He won't be awake for a while." "The names and numbers on it will fill in a lot of blanks for us." "Where is he?" "Paramedics took him to Overton Medical." "We have to get the phone back to him." "He mustn't suspect it was out of his control." "When he wakes up, he'll call somebody." "That could lead us to the Black Claw cell that set this up." "Make a copy of the SIM card, put it back in." "Make sure the phone and card are clean of prints." "And we'll see where the son of a bitch takes us." "I don't see 'em." "We're going straight to the airport." "Damn it." "Is your arm okay?" "That little creep-wad got me good, but we're not gonna stop to deal with it." "Just keep going." "We should be getting home." "You don't have to stay with us tonight." "His name is Tony." "He was part of a group I used to crash with for a while in Seattle." "Sort of a low point in my life." "No money, bad relationship." "Experimenting with too many things." "I wish I could just bury that entire part of my life." "You ever do anything like that when you were young that you regret?" "Not really." "I was kind of a nerd student." "I guess I wanted to prove to my mother that I was nothing like her, so I became a lawyer." "Oh." "How you feeling?" "About the same." "I haven't found anything that could help." "You won't." "Dead Hexenbiest isn't easy to come by." "I'm sorry." " Spice  Tea..." " Rosalee, it's me." "Monroe?" "Where are you?" "We're in a taxi in Stuttgart." "We're on our way to the airport." "We're due in to Portland at 9:50 tomorrow morning." "Did you find anything?" "I probably shouldn't talk about it on the phone." "Don't say a word to anyone, but let's just say it wasn't for nothing." "Is Adalind there?" "Is Adalind there?" "She is." "Nick wants to talk to her." "It's Nick." "Nick?" "How are you and Kelly?" "We're good." "How are you?" "We are..." "Coming home." "Anyway, I just wanted you to know that we're okay, and I'll see you soon." "Safe flight." "Monroe?" "Love you." "I love you." "Portland mayoral candidate Andrew Dixon was shot at a political rally at Lovejoy Fountain Park this afternoon." "The gunman or gunmen have not been apprehended, and no suspects have been identified." "Dixon was leading in the..." "Yeah." "It's me." "He's making a call." "We've been trying to find you." "Where are you?" "In the hospital." "What happened?" "I don't know." "I got hit by a bicycle." "Get here." "It's all over the news, but there are no suspects." "They've got nothing." "Pick me up now." "Track his phone." "He'll lead us to them." "Overton Medical Center." "I'll be there in 20 minutes." "Anything?" "No, still pulling surveillance." "Anything within a square mile of the building where the shot was fired." "We have checked a lot so far." "Nothing yet." "No, this guy's too good." "He knew where every surveillance camera was and picked his route accordingly." "Now, we need to find out when the information on the rally was made available and if there was any connection to Dixon." "Renard." "I know who shot Andrew Dixon." "Caller says he knows who shot Dixon." "Who is this?" "The man you're looking for is at Overton Medical." "He may not be there much longer." "What..." "He's in the hospital?" "How'd that happen?" "Is this a crank?" "Can't take that chance." "We could surround the hospital." "No, if we go in big, he'll see us coming." "Then what do you want?" "Just us." "He's exiting the front entrance of the hospital." "Now he's stopped." "Waiting to be picked up." "Moving again." "Moving back to the hospital." "What's he doing?" "Moving pretty fast." "He's in a car." "He's running." "From who?" "From whoever came to pick him up." "No, something else is going on." "He's fighting." "Whoever was after him must've caught him." "Now, who's screwing this up?" "He's not moving." "He could be dead." "All this for nothing." "We still have his contacts." "And once they've realized he's been compromised, they're going to change it all." "Tell me if he moves." "Call it in." "Yes, sir." "I need all available units..." " You okay?" " Yeah." "His hair wasn't blond." "He dyed it." "Yeah, but I don't think I would've recognized him if he hadn't run." "That's him." "Yeah, but how did the person who called you and told you he was in the hospital know it was him?" "The picture we put out, he didn't look like that." "Now, this whole thing has to be some kind of setup." "Yeah?" "Marwan's cell is moving." "To where?" "Renard's police precinct." "Desire to see your neighbors as well as yourselves thrive." "Folks, Portland is a great place." "Portland is a great place." "You screwed it up." "What are you talking about?" "We put him in the hospital for a reason." "We needed his contacts." "The accident that put him in the hospital, that wasn't an accident." "We had his phone, we had every contact, every call, everyone he was working with." "You knew what he did." "We needed him alive." "Then you should have told me." "We didn't know you were going to kill him." "You're the one who told me about him." "How did you even know he was at a hospital?" "We got a tip." "From whom?" "Who could give you that kind of tip?" "You were set up." "By who?" "The people who brought him here, Black Claw." "You destroyed months of work." "Then you should have said something!" "This was bad for all of us." "Sean." "I thought about calling." "I really need you tonight." "I think it's time we play a little rougher." "You knew Dixon was gonna get shot." "Who the hell are you working for?" "The people who are gonna change your life." "Lucien." "Sean Renard." "Nice place." "You want to tell me what's going on?" "Dixon was meant to die, and you were meant to kill the man that killed him." "You were the one that told me Marwan was in the hospital." "And you're a Zauberbiest." "Which makes you one of us." "We could make you the most powerful man in the city." "And that's only the beginning." "You're Black Claw." "Show him." "You got to be kidding." "You're a hero." "You can win." "I'm so glad you're back." "Me, too." "Ow." "What happened?" "I got bitten." " We'll deal with it." "We'll deal with it later." " Hey, Rosalee." "Let's get everyone over here." "This does not look good." "I think it's infected." "How does it feel?" "It hurts." "You could have blood poisoning." "I think we should get you to a doctor." "Yeah, yeah, definitely." "Got it." "Get your keys." "I hope whatever's in here is worth it for everyone who died." "Ready?" "Now." "It's not opening." "What do you mean, it's not opening?" "The keys all clicked." "It's got to take more than the keys." "Why?" "Why does it have to take more than the keys?" "They're just locks." "If they lock, they should open." "That's what locks do." "There's some stuff between the lid and the box." "Looks like some kind of sealant." "What kind of sealant holds for 800 years?" "Well, they were all Grimms." "Look, I'm just spitballing here, but your blood did take away Adalind's powers, right?" "So maybe, I don't know..." "Will you get me a knife?" "It sort of makes sense." "If this doesn't work, I'm busting out the freaking hacksaw." "Oh, my God." "Okay, there better be something inside that." "Okay." "There is." "It's a stick?" "Looks like a stick." "A really old stick." "It can't be just a stick." "Well, that's what it looks like." "They wouldn't have buried a stick unless they were some kind of dog Wesen." "Maybe it's some kind of important stick that belongs to a bigger piece of wood that means something to somebody." "Well, if it was a stick-mata..." "Sorry, that was a reach." "Maybe it's something like a stick from the tree of knowledge of good and evil." "You're talking about the tree that Eve picked the apple from in the Garden of Eden?" "If that's the case, then we just flew halfway across the world and risked our lives for a stick that has screwed up all of humanity since the beginning of time." "Maybe that's why they buried it in the first place, 'cause the gates of hell are gonna open up, and the world as we know it is gonna end." "On that thought, maybe you should put it back." "The last thing we want are the gates of hell opening up in Portland." "Seems like they already have." "Okay, now let's get you to a doctor and get your arm looked at before it falls off." "Ho, ho, ho." "There's some writing on this cloth." "I have no idea what language this is." "Do you?" "Monroe?" "What's wrong?" "Huh?" "I, uh..." "I don't, uh..." "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Hey!" "Okay." "He's passing out." "Come on." "Get him down." "Must be his arm." "Hey, buddy." "All right?" "Oh, my God." "Oh, I knew it." "It's blood poisoning." "Quick, we need a tourniquet, somebody." "Put it on his arm before any more infection gets to his heart." "We can use my belt." "Here." "Call 911." "I think he's going into shock." "We need an ambulance." "Got a medical emergency." "All right." "Now what?" "We can't wait for an ambulance." "We have to get him to a hospital." "Get him up." "Let's get him up, come on." "Come on!" "Okay." "Ho!" "Ho!" "Okay." "Wait, wait." "Nick, we can't wait!" "Look at his arm." "What's happening?" "I don't know." "It's getting better." "What?" "Anyone want to take a stab at explaining that?" "Not me." "I've never seen anything like that." "What did you do?" "What happened?" "This." "Ripped  Corrected By mstoll"