Opening Quote: "It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness." – The Kreutzer Sonata
Aimee: Have you seen this lipstick? It's all over YouTube. Glossy lipstick is all the rage.
Summer: Oh, and this mascara is amazing. I heard of this stuff. It looks pretty good.
Aimee: That's super cute on you.
Malcolm: [He walks up] You've got an amazing look. I'm sorry. That sounded really creepy. [He laughs] My name's Malcolm Caulfield. I'm a professional photographer. I shoot a lot of commercials and you have a great look. If you're interested, I'd love to shoot some test shots. Unless you're already represented by an agency, then I could just go through them.
Aimee: She's not represented by anybody. Neither am I.
Malcolm: Here. [He hands Summer his card] Take a look at my website. You can see what I do. If you're interested, give me a call. Either way, thanks for your time. Yeah, you really do have an amazing look. [He walks away]
Aimee: Oh, my God, give me that card. I'm checking out his website right now.
Summer: Oh, no, I can't do this.
Aimee: You can if he's legit.
Nick: Are you smiling? Are you smiling? Yes, you are. I think you're smiling. What are you thinking? I know you don't have any language skills, but that doesn't matter. You're gonna have to talk to me sooner or later, so enough of this silent treatment, okay?
[Kelly gurgles as Adalind comes out of the bathroom after taking a shower]
Nick: Can you say "Daddy"? Huh? How about "Mama"? Can you say "Grimm"?
Adalind: I think he's a little young for that last one. How's he doing?
Nick: Pretty good. [His phone rings] Hey.
Adalind: Well he must be getting hungry because I am getting hungry.
[Nick's phone rings again]
Adalind: That's your phone, you want me to answer it?
Nick: Yeah. He's holding me down right now. Aren't you holding me down?
Adalind: [She smiles and answers the phone] Nick Burkhardt's phone.
Adalind: Ju... uh, Eve.
Eve: How are you?
Adalind: I'm fine. How are you?
Eve: I need to talk to Nick.
Adalind: It's Eve. I think we should trade.
Nick: Here you go. [He hands Kelly to Adalind] There you go, bud. [He takes his phone from Adalind] Yeah?
Eve: I have more information for you. Can you come here now?
Nick: Can it wait?
Nick: All right. I'm coming over. [He hangs up]
Adalind: Well, that was creepy. Is that how she is now?
Nick: Yeah. She talks just about as much as Kelly. Look, I have to—
Adalind: I heard. Guess we'll sleep well tonight.
[Summer rings the doorbell and she is buzzed in]
Summer: Yeah, it's me. Sorry I'm late.
Malcolm: I'm just finishing up here.
[Summer briefly looks around]
Malcolm: [He comes out of his office] All right, I'm ready. [He shows Summer some photos]
Summer: Wow. Those are really nice.
Malcolm: Yeah? This is what we're going to be doing.
Malcolm: Oh, great, you brought some clothes.
Malcolm: Let's get to it. [Summer hands him her clothes] Can I get you some water or anything?
Summer: Oh, no, I'm good. Just a little nervous.
Malcolm: Me too.
[They both chuckle]
Malcolm: Let's see what you brought. Yeah, that's a great color. Yeah. Let's start with that. Okay. All right, changing area's just back here.
Summer: Thanks. [After changing, she walks over to the photo taking area]
Malcolm: All right, let's have you come out here to the middle of the seamless.
Summer: Right here?
Malcolm: Perfect. Right there on that black dot. Okay. Try and forget about-it's not a camera. [He starts taking pictures] Just like- just breathe. Just smile.
Summer: What should I do with my arms?
Malcolm: Don't tell me you haven't done this before. Tilt your head back. Perfect. There you go. That's right. Rough your hair up. I love that. [He starts taking picture of Summer in her second outfit] Okay, eyes up. Drop your shoulder. Tilt your head back. That is beautiful. [He starts taking pictures of Summer in her third outfit] You're a natural. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Good job.
Summer: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I can hardly see.
Malcolm: Okay, okay. Yeah, it gets a little brutal. Not as glamorous as everyone thinks it is.
Summer: Ugh, no kidding.
Malcolm: Well, let's take a break. Let me get you some water. [He pours a glass of water and hands it to Summer] There you go.
[Summer sighs and drinks the water]
Malcolm: [He looks through the pictures on his camera] That's great. Yeah, we can use that.
Summer: How am I doing?
Malcolm: You are doing fantastic.
Summer: You really think so?
Malcolm: Are you kidding? You're a natural. You could have a career.
Malcolm: Well, you never know in this business, but... it's possible.
[Summer chuckles and drinks more water]
Malcolm: So you think you're ready for a little bit more?
Summer: Yeah, sure.
Malcolm: [He takes pictures of Summer in another outfit] Beautiful. Great. Bring your chin up.
[Summer starts to get dizzy and hears Malcolm like he's slurring]
Malcolm: Very nice, that's great. That's perfect. Can you get your eyes up?
Summer: I-I'm a little dizzy.
Malcolm: Okay, it's probably the lights. Happens if you're not used to it.
Summer: I think I need to sit down.
Malcolm: Yeah, okay. Go ahead, take a seat on the couch. I'm just gonna check the shots.
[Summer sits on the couch and passes out]
Malcolm: Summer? [He walks over to Summer] Summer? [He listens to Summer's breathing and then woges into a Musasat Alsh-Shabab. He attaches his mandibles to Summer's face and begins sucking]
Eve: You weren't in Portland when Andrew Dixon was assassinated. You don't know what you need to know.
Nick: And you're gonna tell me?
Eve: That's why you're here. We identified Marwan Hanano from a surveillance camera on West Broadway at 3:57 p.m., 17 minutes before he gained access to the building that overlooked the park where the political rally was being held.
Nick: Yeah, I've read the reports.
Eve: They don't tell you this. Seven minutes later, he fired the shot that killed Andrew Dixon. I located Hanano as he was exiting the building and caused an injury so that he would be taken to the hospital. I took his cell phone and accessed his SIM card. We had every contact and every phone number. With the information from his phone, we would have been able to disrupt Black Claw's operations in Portland as long as Marwan Hanano was still alive.
Nick: And Renard killed him.
Eve: He was supposed to.
Nick: What do you mean?
Eve: Renard received a call about Marwan Hanano being in the hospital.
Nick: So what?
Eve: Marwan had no identification on him. His hair had been dyed blond. No one in the hospital could have known who he was. Only someone who knew Hanano could have made that call.
Nick: You think Renard was involved?
Eve: If he wasn't, they were using him.
Nick: So you're saying he was set up?
Eve: Renard is going to run for mayor.
Nick: There's been no official announcement.
Eve: There will be. And we better know who he's involved with.
Nick: If you're right and I make a move on him and he finds out, he's gonna know we're onto him.
Eve: I don't want you to do anything. Except tell me where he's gonna be.
Eve: Soon. [She turns away from Nick]
Nick: That's it?
Eve: For now. Thank you for coming.
Malcolm: Summer? Wake up, come on. You fell asleep. Nap time's over.
Summer: [She sits up] Wow, uh... I must have really gone out.
Summer: What time is it?
Malcolm: It's a little after 9:00. [He chuckles] You definitely had enough for one session. Let me show you some of these shots. [He grabs his laptop]
Summer: Wow. Wow, these look amazing.
Malcolm: No, you look amazing. I'll send some to you.
Aimee: Holy crap. You're a supermodel. Why can't I be a supermodel?
Summer: You really think they're good?
Aimee: Good? They're great.
Summer: He said he's gonna send them to some agents. [She notices Aimee staring at her] What?
Summer: No, what?
Aimee: It just looks like you've got a little wrinkle.
Summer: What? [She walks over to a mirror]
Aimee: It's nothing serious. It's just a little wrinkle. It might have just been a shadow. [Her phone rings]
Summer: It's not a shadow, it's on my face.
Aimee: You just need some moisturizer. [She answers her phone] Collin, are you here? Okay, I'm coming right down. [She hangs up]
Summer: Where are you going?
Aimee: I told you. Drinks with Collin.
Aimee: [She scoffs] You may have the face, but I got the booty. See you in the morning. [She leaves]
Summer: [She continues looking in the mirror] What? No way. [She goes to the bathroom to get something for her face, but notices more wrinkles appearing and gasps. She starts to breathe heavy and goes to get her phone, but her arms start to get wrinkly] Oh, my God. Oh, my God! [A couple of her teeth fall out] My teeth. [She falls to the ground and weakly tries to reach her phone]
Dr. Forbes: How much do you have?
Malcolm: As much as I could make. [He hands Dr. Forbes a jar with a white substance]
Dr. Forbes: When are you gonna tell me how you get it?
Malcolm: If I told you, everybody's know.
Dr. Forbes: Oh, I think you can trust me.
Malcolm: [He chuckles] I don't trust anybody.
Dr. Forbes: Why? Is this illegal?
Malcolm: No, but once the secret's out, what would I have?
Dr. Forbes: We need to take this to the next level.
Malcolm: No, we need to take it slow. This can get out of control real easy. You're using it, aren't you?
Dr. Forbes: I had to make sure you weren't trying to cheat me.
Malcolm: I told you not to use it. This could ruin everything.
Dr. Forbes: I think I know what I'm doing.
Malcolm: No, you don't. This is powerful stuff. A little goes a long way.
Dr. Forbes: All right, all right. I won't use it anymore.
Malcolm: See that you don't. Where's my money?
Dr. Forbes: [He takes out an envelope] When do I get more?
Malcolm: When I'm ready. [Dr. Forbes hands him the envelope of money and he leaves]
[Dr. Forbes scoffs and puts some of the substance around his eyes]
Aimee: Morning, superstar. Summer? You better not still be in bed. [She sees legs sticking out next to the couch so she goes over to investigate. She screams at the site of a dead, severely aged Summer on the ground]
Hank: You look like a man with something on his mind.
Nick: Yeah, well I saw Eve last night.
Hank: How'd that go?
Nick: Is the Captain here yet?
Nick: Eve thinks that the Captain was set up to kill Marwan.
Hank: By who?
Nick: Black Claw, maybe. But she thinks the Captain may have been in on it.
Nick: So he could be the hero.
Hank: Are you kidding me? I was in the Captain's office, so was Wu. The Captain's here.
Renard: I need to see you both in my office, please.
[Nick and Hank go to Renard's office]
Renard: I need your opinion on something. As you know, I was supporting Andrew Dixon for mayor. I truly believe he would have won. And Gallagher is not the kind of guy you want in office. Now I've been asked to take Dixon's place by his campaign organization.
Nick: You're talking about running for mayor.
Renard: I am. Now, I haven't made up my mind yet. I just- I'd like to know what you guys think.
Nick: When do you have to make up your mind?
Hank: This is a little sudden.
Renard: I know, but would you back me if I said yes?
Hank: If you win, what happens to you here?
Renard: Well, I'd have to resign.
Nick: Well, whoever replaces you won't know how we handle things.
Renard: No, they would not.
Nick: You know what you're getting yourself into?
Renard: I just know that we can't have Gallagher.
[Hank gets a text and checks his phone]
Nick: Well, if this is what you want, we'll back you.
Renard: I appreciate that.
Hank: It's Wu. Got a body. [He and Nick leave Renard's office]
Nick: Eve was right.
Hank: Yeah, he's gonna run.
Nick: But it doesn't answer the question. Was he in on the assassination? Now if Black Claw's behind this, they're gonna want him in a position of power.
Hank: Except Captain was with us when we were attacked at the warehouse. He could have been killed.
Nick: Unless he was in on that too.
Hank: I think he's getting played.
Nick: Or maybe he's just taking advantage of a situation that's coming his way. Until we know for sure, we don't say anything.
[Eve thinks about Dixon being shot, finding the campaign poster for Renard, and about when Juliette inhaled from the witch's hat to turn into Adalind. She then gets up and gets a witch's hat from an area behind her clothes]
Nurse Madison: [She walks up] Doctor, we're ready to open.
Dr. Forbes: How many are there?
Nurse Madison: A dozen at least. They've been knocking for 20 minutes, I'm surprised they haven't broken down the door.
Dr. Forbes: [He chuckles] Well, let's not keep them waiting.
Nurse Madison: [She opens the doors for the patients] Good morning, everyone. Come on in. Make sure you sign in. Hi, ladies.
Woman 1: Hi.
Woman 2: Sign in?
Woman 3: Yep, right there.
[Dr. Forbes looks at all the patients]
Wu: The woman who lives here, Aimee Diaz, came home this morning to find a dead body in her living room. It's an old lady she's never seen before.
Hank: Was the apartment unlocked?
Wu: Nope. And no sign of a break-in. On top of that, her roommate, Summer Blake, is missing. She tried calling her cell phone, but it is right over there. Tried calling her parents' house, a few friends, no luck. The reason that's weird is because her car and purse are still here.
Nick: No visible signs of trauma.
Hank: Does the roommate know who this is?
Wu: Well, this is where we have the weirder part. Roommate Aimee says this elderly woman is wearing what roommate Summer was wearing last night. Right down to the jewelry, ankle bracelet, and ring.
Hank: How old is Summer?
Hank: So there's no way this is Summer.
Wu: Well not in a normal "no way." But I'm thinking, why would a woman who's in her-what? 90s? Come here sometime last night to put on Summer's clothes, ring, and ankle bracelet, just to die.
Nick: Get the prints off the body. Let's see who it is.
Hank: Where's the roommate?
[Nick and Hank go talk to Aimee]
Nick: When was the last time you saw your roommate?
Aimee: Last night, right here.
Nick: That her purse?
Aimee: Yes. Her wallet, her ID, everything is still in it.
Nick: Nothing was taken?
Aimee: I don't think so.
Hank: Does she have a boyfriend?
Aimee: Not right now.
Hank: But she did?
Aimee: That was six months ago. His name is Matthew Parks, but he moved to Australia. That's one of the reasons they broke up.
Nick: And you weren't here last night?
Aimee: No, I-I stayed at my boyfriend's house.
Hank: His name is?
Aimee: Collin Jones.
Nick: You have any idea who the woman is?
Aimee: No. But she must have something to do with Summer disappearing. She took her clothes and her jewelry, and... she must have killed her. And I don't know-why would she want to kill Summer? None of this makes any sense.
Hank: [He points to a tablet] Who's that?
Aimee: That's Summer. A photographer just took these yesterday. I can't believe this has happened. We were looking at them last night. She was gonna be a model and... she's so beautiful.
[Wu signals for Nick and Hank to come over]
Hank: Give us a second, please.
Wu: No match in the system for an old lady.
Hank: So you got nothing?
Wu: No, I got something. [He hands Nick his tablet with Summer's police record] She had a DUI last year. Not only is she wearing her clothes, she's wearing her fingerprints.
Nick: That's Summer Blake?
Patient: My friend Mary Ann Galvin can't stop talking about this treatment. And she looks unbelievable.
Dr. Forbes: [He starts applying the cream to the patient's face] Well, in a few minutes, you won't be able to stop talking about it, either. Now, all I have to do is shield your eyes and turn off the light. The ultraviolet light activates the formula.
Patient: Is it working?
Dr. Forbes: Well... let's see. [He turns the lights back on and turns the ultraviolet light off before uncovering the patient's eyes. He then hands the patient a mirror] You tell me.
Patient: [She sees that her face is wrinkle free] Oh, my God. Oh, my God! It's a miracle.
Dr. Bindra: I believe it's a hyper-intensive form of Progeria. If you're telling me this is a 24-year-old woman, that's the only explanation I've got.
Hank: Progeria? That's an aging disease, right?
Dr. Bindra: Actually a genetic disorder which causes the nuclei in a person's cells to become unstable. The DNA inside degrades more rapidly, and that's what causes the accelerated aging.
Nick: Doesn't that usually happen in kids?
Dr. Bindra: Yes. Normally it takes years to become life threatening. Never happens this fast.
Hank: Is there a possibility it's contagious?
Dr. Bindra: I hope not, 'cause this would really freak a lot of people out.
Dr. Bindra: Listen, if I hadn't seen the body myself, I wouldn't have believed it. I'll get you some of the research. [She walks away]
Hank: What are the chances it's Progeria?
Nick: I would say none.
Malcolm: Can't do the 19th. I'm shooting a wedding that day. But I can do the 21st or the 23rd. Yeah, but it's up to you. I got both available. Afternoon? Yeah.
Dr. Forbes Commercial: It's time to make a change. Time to restore your true, youthful self.
Malcolm: Can I call you back? [He hangs up]
Dr. Forbes Commercial: You ever wish you could turn back the clock, shed your old, tired skin, and restore your true, youthful self? Hi, I'm Dr. Eugene Forbes, and with my revolutionary new Fountain of Youth treatment, FOY cream, you can literally turn back the clock on your life. Call now for an appointment on your new life.
Nurse Madison: The phone was crazy today. We're booked up for six months. People are going bat crap for your treatment.
Dr. Forbes: Yeah, I know.
Nurse Madison: I've locked up. Anything else you need?
Dr. Forbes: No. Go home.
Nurse Madison: Well, have a good night. [She leaves]
Dr. Forbes: You too. [His phone rings and he answers] I was just about to call you.
Malcolm: Are you crazy?
Dr. Forbes: What's wrong?
Malcolm: The commercial. Is that your idea of staying low key? That was not our agreement. I told you to stay small, and go slow.
Dr. Forbes: Look, when you have a product that works this well, going slow is not really possible. People love this stuff.
Malcolm: You have no idea how hard it is to get it.
Dr. Forbes: Well get some help because this is gonna be huge.
Malcolm: I can't!
Dr. Forbes: I've already used half the jar that you gave me last night. I need more.
Dr. Forbes: I'll make you partner. 50/50. Malcolm, listen to me.
Malcolm: I don't need this.
Dr. Forbes: Yes, you do. You need me. People trust me. I just have one of those faces. Are you listening? This is worth millions to both of us. I promise you. You'll have your first million within three months.
Malcolm: I'll see what I can do.
[Dr. Forbes hangs up. He looks in a mirror and puts some of the substance that Malcolm gave him by one of his eyes. He then puts some all over his face]
Rosalee: You sure it wasn't a Spinnetod? Maybe it couldn't find a victim. They have to consume their victims' insides in order to stay young.
Nick: I don't think so. Even when a Spinnetod can't find a victim, it doesn't age this fast.
Monroe: Pizza's here. Any luck?
Hank: Not yet.
Monroe: Napkins. Just please try to avoid the-the greasy fingers on the pages.
Rosalee: Now here's something. Looks like a journal from an Egyptian Grimm.
Nick: What have you got?
Rosalee: It's in Arabic.
Nick: Any translation?
Rosalee: Uh, yeah. Actually yes. It's called a Musasat Alsh-Shabab.
Monroe: Sounds like something you want to eat.
Rosalee: "I tracked the Musasat Alsh-Shabab through the streets of Cairo for seven straight nights, always too late to catch it. But never too late to discover the victims it left behind. All of them aged beyond their years. One of them, a young man who was, I think, no more than 16 years old because I had seen him before, had been transformed into a wrinkled, old man within a few hours. I knew I had to catch it in the act to understand how it was able to steal the youth of its victims. On the eighth night, I tracked the Musasat Alsh-Shabab to a small back alley. I watched with utter fascination as it woged, and it's..." What?
Rosalee: "Pierced a woman's face as she lay limp in it's arms. It appeared to suck something from its victim as the cheeks grew ever larger. When it finished with the young woman, it disgorged the Yanbue."
Hank: So we don't know what the Musasat Alsh-Shabab does with the...
Hank: Right. That it sucks out of people.
Rosalee: Right. Here's more. "And when it melts into the skin, age disappears, but it becomes highly addictive, shattering lives, and making monsters of those who use it."
Monroe: Oh. Well, there's a happy ending.
Rosalee: Not done.
Rosalee: "Knowing how difficult it would be to kill, I lay in wait for him in his room. After I cut off its head, I discovered a small fortune hidden in the walls, but I realized, only too late, that he was only the supplier of the Yanbue. But now that he was dead, I would never know who he was selling it to."
Hank: At least we know we're dealing with a big, ugly bug-like dude.
Nick: Well the Grimm in the book said he was following the Musasat Alsh-Shabab for eight nights. That means there were a lot of victims.
Hank: Then there's probably a lot more victims than the one we know about.
Malcolm: You ever think about getting into modeling?
Brian: [He scoffs] You got to be kidding me, right?
Malcolm: I don't make any money kidding. [He later photographs Brian at his studio] Oh, Brian, that's great. You're a natural. Could you smile, Brian? Yeah, that's right. Good job. Great. [After he gets Brian to pass out, he sucks the Yanbue from his face. He then goes over to a bowl and spits it out]
Nick: This hyper-accelerated aging doesn't seem to be too rare. According to this research paper, "Medical Abnormality Linked to Extreme Aging," there have been half a dozen cases in and around the Portland area in the last three years. They call it a disease cluster.
Hank: Sounds more like our Musasat Alsh-Shabab. They name the victim?
Nick: Yeah, at the end of the paper.
Hank: Any survivors?
Nick: No, but there are before and after photos. All attacked by a mysterious disease that aged them within 48 hours of contracting it.
Wu: [He walks up] Call just came in. Car rolled off the road. Driver dead.
Hank: And you're telling us about a traffic accident why?
Wu: Driver appears to be in his 90s. License says he's 19. Thought you might want to check it out.
Wu: Prints off the body match Brian Grady. He's the owner of that truck. According to witnesses, the driver lost control, ended up here.
Hank: Doesn't look 19 to me.
Nick: [He finds a pamphlet] Malcolm Caulfield, Studio Photographer.
Hank: Yeah, got a cell phone. See if we can get the last numbers called and received. [He hands the phone to Wu]
Nick: Didn't the last victim say the saw a photographer too?
Hank: Oh, that's what her roommate said.
Nick: I think we should talk to this photographer 'cause I don't think this guy's got a career in modeling.
Nick: Looks legit.
Hank: What if he's Musasat Alsh-Shabab?
Nick: Well, if he is, he knows nobody can tie him to what happened to the victims.
Hank: All right, well how do you want to handle this?
Nick: First we have to figure out if he's working alone or with somebody else.
Hank: You leave the Grimm in the car?
Nick: For now.
[Nick and Hank ring the bell]
Malcolm: [He buzzes Nick and Hank in] Come in. I'll be right there. [On the phone] Listen, I got to go. Can I call you back tomorrow? Terrific. Yeah, looking forward to it. [He hangs up] Can I help you?
Hank: Malcolm Caulfield?
Nick: Detective Burkhardt. This is Detective Griffin.
Malcolm: What'd I do? 'Cause I don't remember doing anything bad.
Hank: You shoot these photos? [He shows Malcolm a picture from Summer's photo shoot]
Malcolm: Ah, Summer Blake. Yeah, I did. She's a beautiful girl. Well, is she in some kind of trouble?
Hank: What about Brian Grady? You take pictures of him?
Malcolm: Yeah, last night. What's going on?
Nick: They're both dead.
Malcolm: What? How? Did they know each other?
Hank: Not that we know of.
Malcolm: Oh, my God. This is why you're here. Look, I just took pictures of them.
Malcolm: Well they're both very attractive young people. It's what I do for a living. I discover talent.
Hank: I didn't know beauty qualified as talent.
Malcolm: [He chuckles] Talent is in the eye of the beholder. A lot of my clients have gone on to very successful careers. I mean, look at these faces. They're naturally beautiful. And in the right light, that is about as close to perfect as you're ever going to get. I mean, that is who we all want to be. How did they die?
Hank: We're not sure.
Nick: Where did you meet them?
Malcolm: At Union Way Mall. I meet my clients in a lot of places. Malls, parks, streets. I'm always looking. You know, you never know when you're gonna meet that next Heidi Klum.
Malcolm: Look, do you think I had something to do with this?
Nick: Just have to backtrack everywhere they've been. [He walks away]
Hank: If you think of anything else, give us a call. [He gives Malcolm his card, and he and Nick leave]
Nick: A lot of beautiful people up on those walls. Kind of like trophies. Think we can tie any of them to the ones we found in the medical report?
Hank: Well, it's worth a look.
Nick: Let's run his phone records.
Hank: And put some surveillance on him.
Malcolm: [He watches Nick and Hank out a window. His phone rings and he answers] Hello?
Dr. Forbes: Did you get more?
Malcolm: Yeah, but—
Dr. Forbes: Bring it to me.
Malcolm: Look, two cops were just at my place.
Dr. Forbes: Bring it to me now.
Malcolm: Did you hear what I just said?
Dr. Forbes: I don't care what you just said. Bring me the stuff now. This is big business. [He hangs up and looks at himself in a mirror] My God, you look fabulous.
Nurse Madison: [She knocks and walks into the room] Doctor, we have a lot of patients waiting.
Dr. Forbes: I'm coming!
[Nurse Madison gasps and walks away]
Hank: If Malcolm's supplying someone with something he's taking from his victims, more than likely he would have made a call after Brian and Summer left his studio.
Nick: Well then, we isolate the numbers Malcolm called.
Hank: All right. Three different numbers were called on those dates. One is a photo supply store. Another one's a dry cleaners. And the last one's a clinic.
Nick: What kind of clinic?
Hank: Beauty treatment. And he's got his own commercial.
Nick: Play it. [He and Hank watch Dr. Forbes' commercial]
Hank: FOY Cream? We talking Fountain of Youth?
Nick: We may have just found our buyer. We're gonna need somebody to check him out.
Nick: If this photographer is the Musasat Alsh-Shabab, then they might be using the clinic to sell the Yanbue.
Rosalee: So they've gone mainstream. This doctor's selling it out of a spa.
Monroe: Don't forget, repeated use is supposed to turn people who use it into monsters, okay? So, look, if you go in there, do not mess with this stuff.
Rosalee: Okay. What do you want me to do?
Hank: See if you can get a sample of what he's selling. We take it to the lab. If it's human-based, we know we've got the right guy.
Rosalee: [To a woman holding the door open] Thank you.
Rosalee: Hi, I'm Rosalee Calvert. I have an appointment at 5:00.
Nurse Madison: I'm sorry. I don't see your name.
Rosalee: Oh, I booked it three weeks ago.
Nurse Madison: Hmm, no. I'm sorry, I don't have you.
Rosalee: Oh, my God. I just drove all the way from Salem. I confirmed this.
Nurse Madison: Are you sure you have the right clinic?
Rosalee: Yeah, the FOY Cream, right? Dr. Forbes?
Nurse Madison: Look, I'll try to squeeze you in, but you'll have to wait.
Rosalee: Thank you.
Nurse Madison: You understand the first appointment is just a consultation? The fee for the treatment is $5,000.
Rosalee: No problem.
Nurse Madison: Then you need to fill out this paperwork. I-I got to say, are you sure you need this treatment?
Rosalee: Oh. One can never look too young. [She sits down to fill out the paperwork] Hi.
Older Woman: Hi.
Rosalee: Have you had this treatment before?
Older Woman: Oh, no. It's my first time. I know it's expensive, but my friends look amazing. And they're older than me. [She chuckles]
Older Woman: What do you think?
Rosalee: You look amazing.
Older Woman: I do, don't I? Oh, I'm so glad I came. My husband's gonna think he's having an affair.
Older Woman: And I might have one myself. [She leaves]
Nurse Madison: [She walks up] Ms. Calvert? Dr. Forbes will see you now. May I take your coat?
Nurse Madison: [She hands Rosalee's coat to another woman] Thank you. This way. [She takes Rosalee to Dr. Forbes] Doctor, this is the last patient. Do you need me to stay?
Dr. Forbes: No, I'll lock up.
Nurse Madison: Okay. [She leaves]
[Nick, Hank, and Monroe continue to listen from the car]
Dr. Forbes: Please have a seat. I will be with you in just a second. [He turns around, revealing his face has become distorted] Hi. I'm Dr. Forbes. [He goes over to shake Rosalee's hand]
Rosalee: Rosalee Calvert.
Dr. Forbes: Nice to meet you, Rosalee. Let's see what we have here. [He looks though a magnifying examination lamp]
Rosalee: This special cream you use, can you tell me what's in it?
Dr. Forbes: Oh, I'm sorry, I can't. It's a secret. Oh. I can see why you came.
Rosalee: What? Really?
Dr. Forbes: It's never too early to start the treatment.
Monroe: Oh, boy.
Dr. Forbes: All of these imperfections, they will completely disappear after just one treatment.
Rosalee: Imperfections? What imperfections?
Monroe: Oh, this was not a good idea.
Dr. Forbes: You know what? We shouldn't wait. We should start right away. [He takes the lid off a jar of FOY cream]
Rosalee: I thought this was just a consultation.
Monroe: We cannot let her put that stuff on her face.
Dr. Forbes: Oh, this will take years off your face.
Rosalee: I think I need to really think about this.
[Malcolm arrives at the clinic]
Hank: And there's our photographer.
Monroe: Okay, guys, we got to pull the plug on this one.
[They all get out of the car]
Dr. Forbes: [He rubs the cream in his hands] Don't you want to be younger and more beautiful?
Rosalee: I think I'm kind of happy the way I am.
Dr. Forbes: Seriously? [He chuckles] Okay, fine. I'm certainly not going to waste this. Hey, let me show you what it does. [He rubs the cream on his face, turns off the lights and turns the ultraviolet light on]
Rosalee: I'll just let myself out.
Dr. Forbes: No, no, no, no, no. Wait. [He grabs Rosalee's arm] You have to see. Now go ahead, guess how old I am.
[Malcolm walks in]
Dr. Forbes: How old do I look?
Malcolm: What the hell are you doing?
Dr. Forbes: Oh, good, you're here. Did you bring more? I'm all out.
Malcolm: I told you not to use that stuff!
Dr. Forbes: I need more.
Malcolm: Who is she?
Dr. Forbes: Did you bring it?
Malcolm: Yeah, I did.
Dr. Forbes: Give it to me.
Malcolm: What is she doing here?
Rosalee: Nothing. I was just leaving.
Dr. Forbes: [He grabs Rosalee] Give it to me!
Monroe: [He walks into the room] Hey! Get the hell away from her. [He grabs Dr. Forbes and gets Rosalee free]
Dr. Forbes: No! No! [He drops the jar and it shatters on the floor] My cream!
Rosalee: He's the Musasat Alsh-Shabab!
[Malcolm woges and attacks Nick. Hank goes to help as Dr. Forbes tries not to let the cream on the floor go to waste]
Dr. Forbes: I'll find a new jar.
[Monroe woges and goes to help deal with Malcolm. All three of them get hits on Malcolm and Rosalee finishes him by hitting him in the head with a tray]
Nick: [He takes his gun out] Don't move.
[Dr. Forbes comes up from behind Malcolm and stabs him in the neck. Malcolm falls to the ground and retracts as he dies]
Dr. Forbes: What am I gonna do now? It's broken. And it's your fault. You never answered my question.
Dr. Forbes: How old do I look? [His face starts to distort worse as he chuckles] I'm 69 years young. [He collapses to the floor, dead]
Renard: Andrew believed that Portland deserved a mayor that was willing to fight for its people. Now, I've been asked to take Andrew's place. And after long consideration, I've realized that the only way to support Andrew's vision of the city is to take his place. And, so, today, I'm formally announcing my candidacy for Mayor of Portland.
[The crowd applauds]
Hank: [To Nick] Here we go.
[Eve falls to the ground as her body painfully changes into Renard. She stands up as her face also changes into Renard's]