in his wizened hands, watches with beady little eyes.
Dan engages all the locks in his room and nails a huge chain across the windows.
Sleep finally comes, but hes awakened by a green vapor that slithers into his nose.
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None of us wanted to sleep tonight.
When he wakes up the next morning, he freaks and races outside, ranting and mumbling.
A kind passerby offers to take him to a shelter so he can get some sleep.
You want me to sleep?
He leaps on the good Samaritan and beats his head into the payment.
Man, no good deed, amirite?
Meanwhile, Nick asks his research team to investigate the photos he took of Eves tunnel carvings.
Its a mishmash of centuries and civilizations: Sumerian, Mayan, alphabetic, logographic, symbolic, syllabic.
We need our own Rosetta stone to crack this mess, Monroe concludes.
Then he has a breakthrough and hypothesizes that a series of seven stars could be the Pleiades constellation.
They consider the possibility that its a calendar, but a calendar ofwhen?
Yeah, thats fair.
Ill take a cold-blooded murder over an unsolvable ancient riddle about the universe any day.
The cranky neighbor ladys still complaining about noise.
And to be fair, Dans still a-hammering away in his room.
(Lynks middle name: Herring.
I see you,Grimmwriters.)
Since Dans criminal record is clean, Nick speculates that he had a breakdown after encountering a Wesen.
you’ve got the option to never sleep, never, he whimpers.
Monrosalee the Wesen whisperers take in the information about the bad breath and declares it an Alpe.
Alpes go insane when they dont feed, while their victims go crazy when they do.
Whats confusing is how the Alpe got into Dans room with the doors and windows nailed shut.
These things cant walk through walls.
(X-Filesfans, did you immediately think ofEugene Victor Tooms?
Because I sure did.)
When Hank does some research, he learns the grim (ha!)
history of the Englewood: Six suicides and four murders over the last 60 years.
The hotel is owned by Beverly Garwood, who lives in Los Angeles.
Time to check in with tall drink of water Renard!
Time for the final redemption arc now?
At this point, Renards openly conversing with Meisner in a busy precinct hallway.
And sure enough, in the worlds darkest parking garage, two men with guns lurk.
Meisner does some ghost mojo to blur their sight so Renard can take them out.
Back at the Englewood, the Alpes still hungry, and next on its menu is cranky neighbor lady.
The melatonin boost involves an enormous needle that may actually be scarier than the Alpes mouth.
Then the camera jostles, and the guys leap into action.
The Alpe (and its incredibly muscular thighswhoa) hits Monroe with the paralytic, then straddles him.
They find manager Scott in the tunnels and give chase.
He woges into a Hundjager and is killed in the ensuing fight.
Um, did Scott deserve that?
Its kind of like Clue as they pop in and out of rooms.
The last one they enter is an exceptionally nice suite.
But wait, weve seen this place before.
Its the owner, Beverly!
She doesnt live in L.A. after all.
Monroe sniffs out that shes the Alpe and demands justice for Aunt Ada.
Everyone woges, and Beverly recognizes Nick as a Grimm.
She scoffs that since she never actually killed anyone, she cant be arrested for anything.
Although she has a point, Nick gives her two options.
Nicks a Grimm, and nobodys going to lose sleep over one less Alpe in the world.
She meekly agrees to call her Realtor in the morning, then woges and charges.
In the struggle, she falls and fatally cracks her head against the decor.
In the hallway, Charles Lynk woges into a … wait for it … red herring!
He cackles wildly, and so do we.
Finally, we return to the mysterious star calendar.
But the farther she goes back, the more out of alignment it becomes.
She fiddles with it, and Eve points out that it all suddenly lines up.
The date it matches?
March 24, 2017.
WHY, YES, YOU HAVE MY ATTENTION,GRIMM.
This was a fun little entry in the monster-of-the-week cannon that also plays into those ancient fears ofsleep paralysis.
Thats some delicious foreshadowing as we hit the midpoint ofGrimmsfinal season.
