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Opening Quote: "We shall see the crumbs of bread... and they will show us our way home again." – Hänsel and Gretel
Kevin: Come on, Steven, do not give up. [there's a creature roaring in the back] Come on, Steven, you've got to run.
Steven: I can't.
Kevin: You have to!
Steven: Leave me. [there are people following after them, and they seem to be the ones making the creature noises] Just go.
Kevin: [they get into some low branches, and then Steven walks ahead to find himself falling into a river stream. Kevin worries] Steven!
[Steven is taken by the two people, and they look like monsters. Steven is now fighting to keep himself afloat. They leave Steven, but the two--now normal looking--people take Kevin back to whatever place they escaped. As they drag him inside the building there are two man disposing of a dead girl who's only wearing her underwear].
Monroe: Sure you don't want a latte?
Nick: Yeah, black's good.
Monroe: Alright. If you say so. [looking at Nick] You look sort of uncomfortable. This isn't something you actually want talk about, is it?
Nick: My aunt, before she died, told me I should break up with Juliette.
Monroe: [chuckling] Shouldn't we be talking about this over a couple of beer at midnight?
Nick: [serious] I want to tell her.
Monroe: Tell her what?
Nick: What I can--you know, how I can see Blutbads and Siegbarsts and Hexenbiests--
Monroe: Ok, ok, ok. I see where you're going with this. Now I definitely could use that beer.
Nick: Look, it's gotten too dangerous for Juliette. She has no idea what I'm dealing with. [Monroe is adding something to his latte. While Nick is now pacing in the kitchen] And that other night, when I got attacked in my house...she could've been killed.
Monroe: [turning around to look at Nick] Have you not considered how you're gonna do this?
Nick: Well, I was hoping you could give me some advice. [Monroe laughs] I mean, haven't you ever had to explain who you are to anyone?
Monroe: You mean, like, a normal person? No. There's no good outcome to that. [Nick looks discouraged] Either they believe you and think they're crazy, or, far more likely, they don't believe you and they think you're crazy. Either way, it puts a strain on a relationship.
Nick: Well, I have to tell her something. You know, I can't jeopardize her like this.
Monroe: Maybe that's why your aunt told you what you have to do.
Nick: [quietly] Look, isn't there a way that you could...you know, Blutbad for her?
Monroe: Ok, just hold it. Given the right circumstances, you know, like a in the heat of the moment kind of thing, we can be seen if we want to be seen. Which, by the way, it counts for a great many of your legends. We would've gotten away with a lot more bad behavior if it wasn't for guys like you Grimms, who can see us when we don't want to be seen.
Nick: Ok, so I could bring her over here, and you could, you know, just a little bit?
Monroe: No, no, no, no, no, no. The vast majority of humans just can't process that kind of information. They can believe in all kinds of stuff, you know? Gods, for example. Angels and demons and dinosaurs and the Big Bang Theory and E=MC2, man, but that's only because it's not right in front of them. They're not looking directly into the boiling core of the raw universe. [chuckling] So, you know, confronted with that kind of reality...[less jokingly] a lot of brains just turn to mush.
Nick: [almost exasperated] So what am I supposed to do?
Monroe: Like I'm one to give advice? Come on. Even a normal relationship baffles me.
Nick: [his phone rings. He answers] Yeah?
Wu: Hey. White male, late teens. Looks like something pecked out his eyes.
Nick: Any I.D.?
Wu: Nothing on expect for this. [he shows them] It was in his pocket.
Hank: Puka shell necklace. I haven't seen one of those since I was in Waikiki on my first honeymoon.
Nick: This kid looks like he went about 50 rounds with Mike Tyson. [he looks a the cascade].
Hank: Yeah, the fall from the rocks didn't do him any favors.
Nick: And the bruising looks postmortem. [bending down to look closer at the body].
Hank: Yeah, he probably died before he fell.
Wu: White fluid in his nostrils and around the edge of his mouth would suggest drowning.
Nick: Looks pretty pale, even for death.
Hank: Yeah, could be the cold water.
Nick: [he notices marks on Steven's neck, he moves his head to reveal two big puncture holes] Yeah, or this.
Wu: Well, anybody believe in vampires?
Nick: [Hank finds it amusing. Sarcastically] Ha-ha.
Harper: I can't tell you exactly what his hemoglobin or hematocrit count was before he died, but by my estimate, this kid was cruising on about a fourth of a tank of blood.
Hank: So how many pints down is that?
Harper: Almost seven-plus.
Nick: Well, could he have been a hemophiliac?
Harper: I tested for that. Nope. [Nick looks surprised and confused] And no drugs in his system either.
Hank: [pointing] What about the wounds on his neck?
Harper: [turning Steven's head] Well, could be vampires, or someone who wants to be a vampire, or somebody who wants to get a lot of blood fast. These are about the size of an I.V. needle. My hope? It's an I.V.
Nick: Ok, so how does a kid get stuck in the neck with an I.V. needle, and end up in a river going over a waterfall?
Harper: I saw a lot of this sort of stuff in the late '80s, when the satanic cults were all the rage. But not lately. Maybe they're making a comeback.
Hank: So what killed him?
Harper: Oh, he drowned. But my guess is he drowned because he was incredibly weak from loss of blood.
Hank: SO was it an accident or a homicide?
Nick: Nobody puts I.V. needles in their neck by accident.
Nick: We got a hit on the prints...[Hank walks over to him] His name was Steven Bamford...18.
Hank: And he had a record already. Shoplifting, drug possession, B&E. Last known address, Portland P.O. Box. Zip is downtown. Check this out. [showing a map to Nick] We found the body here at the base of the falls. The river above covers miles of territory with limited land access. There's no way to tell where he went into that river.
Nick: Ok, we start at the P.O. Box, see if anybody knows him there.
Hank: Yeah, print a few pictures to take with us. [they grab their jackets and leave].
Manager: He rented the box for about six months.
Nick: How often did he pick up his mail?
Manager: Every couple of weeks, but I haven't seen him in at least a month.
Hank: He ever come in with anybody?
Manager: Never paid attention. A lot of these street kids rent boxes from us, but as long as they pay their bills, I don't ask any questions.
Nick: Thanks.
Manager: Sure. [Street kid walks in with a similar necklace Steven had, while Nick headed out of the door].
Hank: Hey Nick, wait a minute. Hey, that necklace you're wearing. Puka shell, right?
Street kid: Yeah, why? [Nick grabs a photo of Steven].
Nick: You ever seen this kid around here?
Street kid: You cops?
Hank: Don't worry, he hasn't done anything wrong
Nick: If you've seen him, it's important.
Street kid: I've seen him around, but I don't know.
Hank: Where did you get the necklace?
Street kid: Traded for it.
Nick: With who? [Street kid doesn't answer him]. Look, he's dead. We're just trying to figure out what happened to him.
Street kid: She sells them across from the square. Name's Gracie.
Nick: Nice necklaces. How much?
Gracie: I'm not selling them, they're donation only. You can give me whatever you want and take whatever you want.
Nick: Right, so you know we're police. Look, we're not looking for a business license or anything here.
Hank: We just need a little help. Is your name Gracie? [Gracie nods and Nick pulls out the photo of Steven]
Nick: This is Steven Bamford. You recognize him? [Gracie looks apprehensive at Nick and Hank]. I'm sorry to tell you this, but we found Steven's body.
Gracie: Steven's dead? [She starts crying and a boy notices]. Oh, my God. I can't believe this. Are you sure?
Hank: We're sure. Sorry.
Hanson: What are you doing?
Hank: Slow down. We're just asking some questions.
Hanson: Why?
Hank: Who are you?
Hanson: Look, she didn't do anything, alright?
Hank: That's not the question I asked.
Gracie: He's my brother. [She turns to him] Steven's dead. They just told me.
Hanson: What?
Gracie: How did he die?
Nick: He drowned.
Hank: Have any idea how he got into the river above Triple Falls?
Hanson: No.
Gracie: Last thing we knew, he got a job.
Nick: What kind of job?
Hanson: He was doing, like, ranch work. They were picking him up or something.
Hank: When was that?
Gracie: Four, five weeks ago.
Nick: Do you know where they picked him up or who picked him up?
Hanson: No.
Hank: When was the last time you saw him?
Gracie: After we took him to the clinic.
Hank: Free clinic on 15th?
Hanson: Yeah.
Hank: Was he involved in any groups or gangs?
Hanson: No. Not him.
Gracie: Being around more than three people made him uncomfortable.
Nick: Well, thank you. [Nick observes the siblings and grabs one of the necklaces on the blanket]. Hey, you know what? My girlfriend is going to love this. [He drops money in a basket and leaves].
Hank: Softie. [He smiles teasingly at Nick].
Nick: Hi. [Nick shows his badge]. Who gets to talk to the police?
Receptionist: That would be our office manager, Tom Daniels. Let me see if he's available. [She grabs the phone]. Tom? Two police officers here to talk to you. Uh-huh. Okay. [Hangs up phone]. He's thrilled. Through the door. I'll buzz you in. [Nick and Hank smile].
Tom: Mmm. Sorry. You've got to eat when you can around here. I'm the office manager, Tom Daniels. Oh. Sorry. [He wipes his hand]. Again. What's up?
Hank: I'm Detective Griffin. This is Detective Burkhardt. We'd like to ask you a couple of questions about a patient you treated here.
Tom: Absolutely.
Nick: His name was, uh, Steven Bamford. [Nick shows the picture].
Tom: Mmm. He looks familiar. If he's on the streets, I'm sure he was treated here at some point. I can check the records. Yeah. Looks like we treated him about five weeks ago on the 17th for a spider bite. What did he do?
Nick: He got killed.
Tom: Oh. That's, um, not good. I'm sorry. Uh, can I ask what happened?
Hank: We're still in the middle of the investigation. Who treated him when he came in?
Tom: Uh... That would be Dr. Levine. She's the head of the clinic.
Nick: Well, we'd like to talk to her.
Tom: Well, she's seeing a patient right now.
Hank: This won't take long. We need to establish his medical condition when he came in for his treatment.
Tom: No, sure, I understand. I'll print off the file for her. [Scene switches to Dr. Levine in her office].
Levine: Just come back tomorrow for the results. In the meantime, I am going to give you some prednisone. But you need to take it every day, okay? Feel better. [patient leaves].
Tom: Sorry to bother you, Dr. Levine. These detectives have some questions about a patient you treated. I'm going to go finish my lunch. [He leaves].
Levine: How can I help?
Nick: We found Steven Bamford's body.
Levine: Oh, what a shame. Please don't tell me he OD'd.
Hank: No, he drowned, actually.
Nick: Anything you can tell us about him? Medical conditions he might have had?
Levine: Well, I don't get to spend much quality time with my patients. Looks like I treated him for a spider bite. It says here I did a cursory exam. He seemed to be pretty healthy for someone who was living on the streets. I gave him some antibiotics and told him to check back. He never did.
Hank: Did he say anything about being offered a job?
Levine: Not to me. I'm really sorry. I wish I could tell you more.
Nurse: Dr. Levine.
Levine: I have a lot of patients.
Nick: Thank you for your time. [Nick and Hank leave the room]. Who offers a street kid a job, picks him up, and takes him away?
Hank: Sounds like migrant labor.
Nick: Cash under the table. [Nick's phone starts ringing].
Hank: Going to be hard to track.
Nick: [Nick picks up his phone]. Burkhardt. Motor vehicle accident? Why do you need us?
Hank: Looks like a human heart to me. That one looks like a liver.
Nick: And a lot of blood.
Hank: This is not a medical vehicle.
Nick: Then, what's it doing transporting human organs and blood?
Fireman: Easy, easy. [They take the man out of the vehicle]. Okay. Trauma team, he's yours. [The man woges into a Geier before he dies, and Nick notices.]
Hank: We're not going to get much out of him. But we need his phone.
Hank: Dead driver's name is Andrew Probasco. Born 1932. And get this. Died in 2005.
Nick: So, he died again today.
Hank: Apparently.
Nick: Fake license?
Hank: Looks like. Ironically, he was an organ donor.
Nick: Oh. [He grins]. What about, uh, plates?
Hank: Yeah, stolen. Registered to a Smart car in Tillamook.
Nick: Well, I have got expired lottery tickets. A "get one free" pizza at Gianni's. If only he ate six more. And a credit card in the name of Hallie Calder.
Hank: [Sarcastically] He didn't look like a Hallie to me.
Nick: What about fingerprints?
Hank: Oh, funny you should ask. Got a match on his prints to half a dozen crimes all over the state, but no ID. He was an unknown. Never been caught.
Nick: So, we got nothing.
Wu: Are we depressed?
Nick: Were you able to get any info off of the driver's cell phone?
Wu: Yes. And no.
Hank: Can you give us the yes?
Wu: No. Obviously a burner. But we were still able to pull the SEN off the SIM card. Of course, the service provider will need a warrant before they release the records. And that would be up to you.
Nick: And that's all you've got?
Wu: That's all I got. [He leaves].
Hank: You've got a bunch of blood being illegally transported and a dead kid missing seven pints.
Nick: Maybe we should check to see if there's a connection between the two.
Hank: When we get the DNA results back from the samples taken at the accident, let's see if we can get a match to Steven.
Nick: It's worth a shot.
Hank: Hmm. You know, I've been at this job a while. But it seems like this town is just getting weirder.
Nick: Hmm.
Nick: "Geiers have a innate ability to move through trees, staying above their victims, who walk beneath them, unaware. Geiers are the most vile of all. They harvest human organs while the victims are still alive, seeming to take pleasure in the savage pain they cause. Carnage on the front lines has provided them with a seemingly endless supply of viscera for their terrible trade." [Nick grabs his phone]. Hey. What you doing for dinner?
Nick: Well, there was a heart, kidney, liver, gall bladders... A lot of blood being transported when he got hit. Driver had a fake ID. We can't identify him. The only thing I know is he was a Geier. I saw him right before he died.
Monroe: What's my favorite color?
Nick: What?
Monroe: You know, you never ask me about anything else. Like sports or music or who the hottest Bond babe was. You know, like normal conversation? I'm just saying. It would be nice to switch it up once in a while, you know?
Nick: Well... What's your favorite color?
Monroe: You don't mean that.
Nick: No, really, I want to know.
Monroe: ...Red.
Nick: Well, I feel so much closer to you now. [Nick starts smiling].
Monroe: Fine. Yeah. If there are organs involved, then most likely it was a Geier deal.
Nick: What do you mean "deal"?
Monroe: Geiers are like herbalists, you know? Eastern medicine types. You know how some humans use exotic animal parts like bear gall bladders and rhino horns for, like, you know... medicinal remedies and aphrodisiacs and stuff? Which is ridiculous, because it has no effect whatsoever. Here's the thing. Human parts for creature enhancement? That actually works great.
Nick: You're serious?
Monroe: Oh, yeah. Our exotic animals are you.
Nick: What, you're telling me that Geiers deal in human organs?
Monroe: Well, okay. This might be a little awkward. But, for example, you probably didn't know that your testicles- I mean, not your testicles, specifically. But that part of the human male anatomy has a kind of a Viagra-like effect on certain species. Not that I ever had need to... I mean, everything works great.
Nick: Oh, no. That wasn't awkward at all. [They sit in an awkward silence for a bit]. Okay, so, where would someone like you get something like that?
Monroe: Uhm. There's a place that I've... I've heard of. Not that I've ever, you know, been there. Or anything.
Freddy: May I help you?
Monroe: Uh, yeah. I'm here for the, um... Catch of the day.
Freddy: Got some ID? [Monroe woges and so does Freddy, and then woge back]. I haven't had a Blutbad in here in a long time.
Monroe: I haven't seen a Fuchsbau in a Waschbar's age, myself.
Freddy: What are you looking for?
Monroe: Um... maybe a little Gallenblase. It's fresh, isn't it?
Freddy: Gallenblase doesn't stay on the shelf long enough to get old. Three ounce or the six ounce?
Monroe: Huh? Oh, it's really for a friend. So, I don't know. Um... Six ounce?
Freddy: I'll be right out. You want it gift wrapped?
Monroe: No. Thanks. [Freddy hands over the Gallenblase].
Freddy: If you're partial to mixing, I find that gall bladder flavor goes very well with the white tea.
Monroe: Just the powder, thanks.
Freddy: That will be 300 dollars.
Monroe: Are you kidding me?
Freddy: You must not have bought some in a while. The price has been going through the roof. [Monroe grabs money to pay and leaves the shop. Outside, Nick is waiting for him].
Nick: Thanks.
Monroe: You're not going to say that when you hear the price. 300 dollars.
Nick: Are you kidding me?
Monroe: That's exactly what I said.
Nick: How do you know you just didn't pay 300 dollars for oregano?
Monroe: I don't know. Put it in some white tea and find out.
Nick: I think I'll go with the crime lab.
Monroe: Chicken. By the way, he's a Fuchsbau. So, count your fingers after you shake hands.
Nick: Right.
Monroe: [He holds open his hand] 300 bucks?
Nick: I'll owe you. [He leaves].
Hank: I've got a connection. This confirms that the DNA from some of the blood in the SUV matches the kid.
Nick: Well, that would explain the holes in his neck. Somebody was taking his blood.
Hank: And selling it.
Nick: But none of the organs in the SUV match Steven or one another.
Hank: So, we've got a lot of blood and a lot of human body parts from different people.
Nick: Somebody has been harvesting human organs, and not from a hospital. Check out this histology. No lesions, fat, cirrhosis, or pathology of any kind.
Hank: Young and healthy. Perfect specimens. Red market.
Nick: They pulled Steven off the street. Maybe that's where they're getting their victims.
Hank: Homeless kids and runaways. Nobody would miss them.
Nick: Then, we need to run a check. See if there are any missing street kids.
Hank: But there may not be any missing reports filed. Let's expand our search to out of state. [Nick gets a call].
Nick: Yeah, Burkhardt.
Lab tech: I got the report back on the contents of that bottle you wanted identified. I've go to tell you. It's a little bizarro. Pure human gall bladder. Dried and ground. Nothing more, nothing less. Anything else you need to know?
Nick: No, that's it. Thank you. [He hangs up and turns to Hank]. You know what? I'm going to go check the warrant on that driver's phone. [Hank nods and Nick leaves].
Freddy: How are you?
Nick: I am here for the... Catch of the day. [Freddy woges]. Fuchsbau, right? [Freddy woges back in fear].
Freddy: Oh my God.
Nick: Let's talk about the Gallenblase.
Freddy: Don't kill me.
Nick: Who do you get your Gallenblase from?
Freddy: I don't know what you're talking about.
Nick: Yeah, you do. Human gall bladder? [Freddy runs away into the basement and Nick chases him. Nick eventually pushes him up against the wall.]
Freddy: Don't hurt me. I didn't do anything.
Nick: You're selling human organs.
Freddy: I'm just the shop owner. I don't kill them myself.
Nick: Is that supposed to make you innocent? You are going to tell me everything you know.
Freddy: The guys will kill me.
Nick: Maybe you shouldn't be in business with them, then. You can take your chances with them or with me. But right now, I'm here and they're not.
Freddy: I don't know their names or where they are. One of them makes a delivery once a week.
Nick: How do you get in contact with them?
Freddy: I text him when I need something.
Nick: Write down the number. [Freddy starts writing it down]. Same guy makes the delivery every week?
Freddy: He's the only one I ever saw.
Nick: This the guy? [Nick shows the license of Andrew Probasco].
Freddy: Yes.
Nick: When do you see him next?
Freddy: I was supposed to get a new shipment yesterday, but he never showed.
Nick: Well, that's because he's dead.
Freddy: Oh God. You killed him?
Nick: Show me the rest of your supply. [Freddy moves to the cabinet with the supplies]. You no longer sell human organs. [Nick pulls on the cabinet, making it fall. He leaves the shop and makes a call]. Hey, dispatch. This is Detective Burkhardt. I want you to run a number for me.
Dispatch lady: Go ahead.
Nick: I'll text it over to you. And call me when you get something.
Dispatch lady: Okay, will do. [Nick hangs up and looks at the street kids on the ground. Nick smiles a little and pulls out the necklace he bought from Gracie].
Juliette: [Holding the necklace and smiling]. Wow, it looks like stuff I used to wear in college. Where did you get this?
Nick: I actually got it from a street kid I was interviewing on a case.
Juliette: Mmm. That means there's more to this than just some cheap gift.
Nick: Uh, that actually cost me 20 dollars.
Juliette: You softie.
Nick: You know, actually I was thinking... Maybe for dinner tonight. We could, uh...
Juliette: Uh-huh. Where are we taking this kid?
Nick: It's actually two kids. A brother and a sister.
Juliette: Living on the streets? That's so sad. How old are they?
Nick: Still in their teens.
Juliette: Well, do you even know where to find them?
Nick: I think I do.
Juliette: Okay. Well, let's get going. I'm hungry. [She puts on the necklace].
Nick: You sure you're okay with this?
Juliette: Well, I can't exactly let you go alone. There's no telling what you might buy.
Nick: Gracie? Hanson. Uh, this is Juliette.
Juliette: Hi. I really love the necklace. You made it, right? [Gracie smiles].
Hanson: What do you want?
Gracie: Hanson.
Hanson: He's not here by accident.
Nick: I just want to figure out what happened to your friend Steven. And Juliette and I are going to go grab a bite to eat, if you want to come along.
Hanson: We can take care of ourselves.
Gracie: Speak for yourself. I'm going. Yeah, I'm going.
Juliette: Do you need any help?
Hanson: No, I've got it. [He starts cleaning up the blanket].
Juliette: Where are you guys from? [Gracie stops with stuffing food in her mouth].
Gracie: Idaho.
Nick: Oh, I've been to Idaho. Whereabouts?
Gracie: Near Pocatello.
Hanson: Why do you want to know?
Gracie: Sorry. Hanson doesn't really trust police.
Juliette: That's cool. He actually had to win me over, too. [Nick makes a sound of surprise and Juliette grins].
Gracie: Thanks for the food. I know you're probably wondering why we're living on the streets. It's pretty simple. Our parents sucked.
Hanson: Gracie, you don't have to tell them anything.
Nick: No, you don't. Look, I just wanna know if you know anybody else like Steven who disappeared.
Hanson: People come and go all the time.
Nick: Yeah, but did anybody get jobs and never come back?
Gracie: Yeah, Kevin. He left about four weeks ago with Steven.
Nick: All right. Did he say anything before he left? Anything about the job where he was going...
Hanson: He just said it was going to pay, like, 10 bucks an hour.
Nick: Either of you offered jobs?
Hanson: No.
Nick: Did they Kevin or Steven, uh, mention how they found out about this job?
Gracie: Yeah, Kevin said some guy in a white van just came up to him in the street.
Nick: What street?
Gracie: I don't know.
Nick: You ever seen this white van? [Gracie and Hanson shake their heads]. What was, uh, Kevin's last name?
Gracie: Standish. [She smiled a little, and Juliette notices].
Juliette: You liked Kevin, didn't you?
Gracie: Yeah, I did.
Juliette: You must miss him. When he left with Steven, did he ask you to go with him?
Gracie: Yes.
Hanson: You never told me that.
Gracie: I wasn't going to leave you. You were sick.
Juliette: Did Kevin say anything at all when he left?
Gracie: Yeah, he said he was going to call and leave me a message at the shelter. But he never did.
Nick: All right, look. If either of you ever see this white van, you think you can call me?
Hanson: Yeah. Yeah. Got to go, so... Thanks for the food. [They leave].
Juliette: Bye. [Juliette and Nick are at the car, and Nick opens the door]. Thank you.
Nick: You're welcome. You know, you're pretty good at this. You should have been a cop.
Juliette: No, it's just girl instinct. I know what it's like to have a guy disappear and not call you. I feel sorry for those kids.
Nick: Yeah, so do I. And I owe you a better date night.
Juliette: No, you don't. That was fine. Anyway, we still have time for dessert. [Nick is looking intently at her]. What? [Before Nick can reply, his phone rings].
Nick: I love you. [He answers his phone]. Burkhardt.
Dispatch lady: I've got an address on that phone number you sent.
Nick: Yeah, what have you got?
Dispatch lady: 21343 Murtaugh Road.
Nick: 21343 Murtaugh Road?
Dispatch lady: Yeah. [Nick writes it down].
Nick: All right, got it.
Gracie: I'm sorry I didn't tell you what Kevin said to me.
Hanson: It's okay.
Gracie: I wouldn't have left you.
Hanson: Look, I know. I know. [He starts hugging Gracie].
Gracie: Do you think he's okay?
Hanson: Yeah. Yeah, he's okay.
Levine: A hundred and one. I'd tell you to stay in bed, but... I'm going to give you some antibiotics. And if your throat gets worse, you need to take them. You can do that, right?
Gracie: Yes.
Levine: You still selling those shell necklaces?
Gracie: Yeah. You want another one?
Levine: Um, maybe next time. Where's your brother?
Gracie: Outside, waiting for me.
Levine: And when was the last time you ate?
Gracie: Last night.
Levine: What about this morning?
Gracie: I ate a lot last night. A detective took me out for dinner, I had a steak and some fries.
Levine: A detective took you out for dinner?
Gracie: Me and my brother. He's trying to find out what happened to Steven and Kevin. I know you probably don't remember them, but... anyway, Steven is dead now. So... he's trying to find out, uh, if we know anyone else who got jobs.
Levine: Well, do you?
Gracie: I don't know. I just said that they got jobs from somebody in a white van and I'm supposed to call if I see it.
Levine: Well, I just want you to stay out of the rain. I don't want you to get pneumonia. And take these twice a day with food, if you can find some.
Gracie: Thanks, Doctor.
Hank: Kevin Standish was reported missing from Cody, Wyoming, May of last year.
Nick: Apparently, he left Portland the same night Steven did in a white van.
Renard: Steven turns up dead, and Kevin is still missing.
Hank: That's what it looks like.
Renard: If someone is operating on these kids, where are they doing it?
Nick: We don't know. But we have information from the driver's phone.
Wu: Well, believe it or not, there was only one number ever dialed from it. And dialed a lot. We triangulated it down to a radius of 1.000 feet northwest of town. Pretty remote area. Closest address hit was 21343 Murtaugh Road. [Nick looks at his note he made in realization].
Renard: If someone is dealing in stolen body parts, there's going to be a lot of families who want answers. I'm going with you guys on this one. [They leave the precinct].
Hank: I don't like the looks of this place. [They walk towards the van that's parked, Renard is holding a gun. Nick knocks on the door].
Nick: Portland P.D. [Nick knocks again]. We have a warrant. Open up. [The window breaks and a man shoots his gun at Nick. Renard shoots the man with his gun. Nick and Hank enter the van. The man is shot in the chest. Nick walks further into the van and opens a door to see a greenhouse]. We got some kind of greenhouse down here.
Hank: Oh. What the hell? [They see the greenhouse is full with human organs, Renard and Wu have joined them].
Renard: These are human organs. Hearts, gall bladders, kidneys. This is unbelievable.
Wu: Why would you dry them out instead of selling them for transplant?
Nick: Some cultures use animal organs to make medicines and aphrodisiacs. Bear gall bladder, rhino horn.
Hank: So, what, if animal liver is good, a human one must be better?
Renard: Well, whichever way you look at it, it's still cannibalism.
Wu: Uh, I think it's pronounced capitalism. [The dead man's phone starts ringing. Nick looks at the phone and calls the number].
Receptionist: Folter Clinic. How may I direct your call? [Nick hangs up].
Hank: Who is it?
Nick: It's the clinic.
Hanson: You're going to the shelter tonight.
Gracie: Not without you.
Hanson: You're the one who's sick. Not me.
Gracie: I'm not going there alone.
Tom: Hey. You're the girl that sells the necklaces.
Gracie: Yeah.
Tom: Oh. Well, I'd sure like to buy a couple. Is it too late?
Gracie: No. They're in my bag. I've just got to get them out. [She starts to grab the necklaces].
Tom: You're Hanson, right?
Hanson: Yeah.
Tom: I thought I recognized you from the clinic. [A white van pulls up to them. People get out and start kidnapping Gracie and Hanson].
Hanson: What are you doing?
Tom: Hurry up. Get them inside. Go! [The white van scurries off].
Hanson: Where are we?
Gracie: Let go of me! Where are we going? Hanson.
Tom: Get them inside. Here we go.
Hanson: What are you doing? Gracie. [Hanson rips off his necklace, and lets the shells fall on the ground; creating a trail].
Gracie: People will find us! You're not going to get away with this.
Tom: Move it.
Hanson: You can't do this! Let go! [Gracie starts crying when she sees a fire pit, and a body being thrown into it.]
Nick: We have a warrant to search the premises.
Nurse: There's nobody here. Everybody has gone home.
Hank: Open it up or we'll break it down. [The nurse starts opening the door and woges while looking at Nick. She quickly woges back. Police search in the building].
Hank: They're not operating on anyone here.
Nick: There's got to be another place. [He approaches the nurse]. Let me talk to her. [The nurse looks at him in fear as he closes the door]. Look at me. Very closely. I know what you are.
Nurse: I don't know what you're...
Nick: You're a Geier.
Nurse: Oh my God...
Nick: Where are the kids?
Nurse: I- I- I-
Nick: I'm not asking you as a cop, so don't expect me to behave like one. [The eyes of the nurse woge].
Tom: We got them.
Levine: Where are they?
Tom: Getting prepped. I didn't think you'd want to wait.
Levine: I don't. We'll do them next. [She walks away. Scene shows Gracie lying next to Kevin in a bed. They hold each other's hand. Levine looks at them]. Let's start with the girl first.
Levine: We finish up tonight's work, and that's it.
Tom: I can have the trucks here by the morning.
Levine: And what about the records at the clinic?
Tom: Everything that matters has been destroyed. We're good to go.
Hanson: Gracie... Please. No.
Tom: I'll take care of this. [Scene switches back to Nick and Hank at the shed as they look through the window].
Gracie: No. Please. [A police officer starts shooting into the forest].
Nick: So much for the surprise! [Hank breaks the door and he and Nick start shooting. Levine leaves the room].
Hank: Police! I got this. Get her. [Nick follows Levine, but doesn't see a sign of her. He approaches the fire pit. Levine sits on a branch in the tree and woges, and then jumps Nick from above. They start fighting and Levine is at the edge of the pit. Nick tries to hold her, but Levine scratches him and falls into the fire pit. Nick goes back to the shed and looks over Gracie].
Nick: Gracie? Gracie, can you hear me? Hey. Everything's okay. It's all going to be okay now.
Gracie: Where's Hanson?
Nick: Hanson's fine.
Gracie: I saw Kevin. He's here.
Nick: We have Kevin.
Gracie: How did you find us? [Nick shows a shell and they laugh a little. Hank looks around in confusion].
Hank: This town is definitely getting weirder.
Renard: Hello?
Verrat member: Did you get your present?
Renard: Where should I send the thank-you note?
Verrat member: You made your point. Now, we are making ours. The world is becoming more complicated.
Renard: Only for the simple minded.
Verrat member: You are going to have to control this Grimm or get rid of him.
Renard: What I do and how I do it are none of your concern.
Verrat member: I speak for the Verrat, and they have a different opinion. Things are getting out of balance. A Grimm on his own is like a samurai without a master.
Renard: Well, this one has a badge and a conscience.
Verrat member: That is your problem
Renard: You know, next time, you might want to deliver your message in person.
Verrat member: Next time, we will.