Another week, another cute literary reference from the Grimm writers.
We open with the Grimm team continuing to puzzle over the meaning of Eve’s tunnel carving/calendar. It could mean a plague, a rain of frogs, locusts… or something even weirder, Monroe offers.
Also weird? Eve’s feelings about living with Nick and Adalind, because awkward. Monrosalee offer her a spot in their home, but she declines, opting for a cot in the spice shop.
Alone that night, Eve peers at herself in a hand mirror, murmuring, “Who were you? Who are you now?” Then she sees the glowing-eyed demon face from Nick’s bathroom and, wisely, bashes the mirror against the table. But when the shards fall to the floor, the pieces whisk themselves back together, making the mirror whole again.
When she leans over it in shock, a demonic arm shoots out from the mirror and grabs her by the neck. She woges and bites it. It retreats, but not before tossing her into a bookshelf and knocking her out. She falls unconscious on the mirror, blood from her forehead pooling onto it. This is how Monrosalee find her the next morning.
At that moment, Nick, Hank, and Wu are at the scene of the murder of Merriweather University scientist Dr. Deidre Hampton. “Looks like someone wanted to beat the lab to death with her,” says the always sunny Wu, taking in the wreckage. He’s a poet, truly.
When he gets the call from Monroe about Eve, Nick immediately tells his partners, “Juliette’s hurt. I have to go to the hospital.”
Guys, I gasped at Nick’s name slip-up, and Hank and Wu are surprised, too. As much as he loves Adalind, this reaction makes it seem like there’s still some there there for Eve/Juliette, you know? When he arrives at the hospital, Nick demands the full story, then comes clean about the mirror incident in his bathroom. Monroe (rightfully) chastises him for waiting to tell them.
Armed with this new information, Monrosalee head home to lock the hand mirror in a drawer for safe keeping while Nick hunkers down by Eve’s bedside.
Hank and Wu, meanwhile, interview the last person Deidre called, her colleague Sanji Raju, who says they talked about work. But that call lasted 30 seconds, not long enough to cover the technobabble that Sanji spewed, so the police know this is a lie. When they discover the fingerprints of two dead, cremated men at Deidre’s murder scene, Hank is baffled, and Wu says, “It stumped me, too!” Stumped? Arms? Oh, Grimm.
Hank says Deirdre worked with stem cells, Sanji does regenerative tissue, and the two other members of their team are Julian Levy and Victor Shelley. Aaaaaaand that’s literally all any of us needs to know to see where the rest of this episode’s headed, particularly when we cut to a young guy with terrible facial scars. He sees a “missing” poster with his own face on it, and one of his arms woges, causing him to panic and run off. So yeah, this is clearly a Frankenstein’s monster story, but with the sick little twist of giving the poor reanimated kid Wesen parts. I’m digging this like a grave robber.
Ah, but no graves were disturbed this week. A local funeral home director, the appropriately creepy-looking Harold Melville (another literary shout-out?), makes his living cremating the bodies of unclaimed criminals that he receives from the Portland PD. He confesses that when a man showed up and offered cash for bodies, he accepted and sold half a dozen, give or take. Um, give or take? That’s just poor record keeping. “But I did report it on my income tax. It was a business deal,” he says. LOL. He eventually identifies the buyer as Dr. Levy and promises to never do this again. “I think I learned a really valuable lesson here today,” he says. He clearly did not.
Speaking of Dr. Levy, he and Sanji are madly shredding files and discussing whether they all deleted a certain incriminating video. Levy leaves, and Sanji stands with his back to the door, a-shredding away, when the missing poster guy bursts in, arms woged, to do more murder.
About this time, Hank and Wu are piecing together the facts that we’ve already figured out: Sanji wrote an article six months ago saying that every part of the human body should be transplantable. Combine that with the dead men’s fingerprints, the bodies of Nick’s recent Black Claw kills being among the police’s dead, and the fact that Dr. Shelley’s 26-year-old son recently died in a car accident… well, it all leads to a rather Frankenstein-y place.
NEXT: The son also sets