“Death stood behind him, and said: ‘Follow me, the hour of your departure from this world has come.’”
Well, last night’s episode was pretty gross, even by my standards, which is saying a lot. While we did get a new Wesen this week (Stangebär, the porcupine-like Parks & Rec guy), the story wasn’t so much about him as it was about THE MOTHERFUCKING PLAGUE. Not the Bubonic Plague, but a yellow one that only affects Wesen (it’s called Fluvus Pestilentia, which is just such an awesome sounding name, eh?. It was pretty gruesome. But as always, our rag-tag gang comes to the rescue, and just in the Nick of time (see what I did there?).
So, we’re introduced to this disgusting disease by this dude Stanton who rear-ends the aforementioned Parks & Recreation guy, Gilco. Gilco gets out of the car to see if Stanton is okay and he’s all boily and bloody and ugh. He barely comes into contact with Gilco, but sure enough, he spreads his grossness. Not to mention that the plague has made Stantonall cray and he tries to attack Gilco (def just typoed that as Bilbo) and Nank when they come to scope out the scene. Nank shoot him as he comes at them, bro, but luckily they don’t get the disease, too (which we find out is because they’re not Wesen).
Later the ME declares that it’s something close to Ebola, but it doesn’t seem to be as catchy. Tell that to Monroe and Rosalee, who are out having an adorable picnic (more on that later) when Gilco (def just typoed that as Wilco) comes upon them and scratches Rosalee. Fucker.
Wu is able to trace the disease back to Stanton’s wife who is doing some medical shizz with pigs, and she has the plague too. She totally traumatizes Wu, who finds her in the house all gross and stabby. He successfully fights her off, bless. But he seems a little worse for the wear. Wu is such a laid back dude, but I wonder when he’s going to get all “alright, someone’s got some ‘splaining to do about all this mixed up shit.” Well, he probably won’t say it like that, but you never know… writers.
That was pretty much that story, but lets tie it back to Monroe and Rosalee.
Recapper’s Note: He will forever be Eddie in my heart, and I may still call him that sometimes, but I’ve decided to give in to the truth and just start calling him Monroe. Especially since that’s what Rosalee calls him anyway. And I love them, so I shall follow suit.
Okay, so their totally cute picnic – well it’s just that. It’s a date. YOU GUYS, Monroe decided to ask her out on a date, and, writers, GOD. The way you had him do it was so fucking beyond adorable, I was like blushing watching the whole thing. THE THINGS YOU DO TO ME GEEZ. She basically asks if it’s a date, and he’s all, “If you say yes, then yes, and if you say no, then I just wanted to tell you about my great-grandmother’s picnic basket.” Eddie slays me. (He can also do something that sounds like slay, if you catch-a-mahdrift). So, of course, she says yes and they’re out in the middle of the woods (which honestly was a little creepy. Really, are there no parks in Portland?), and they’re totally sharing a moment and Monroe is just about to kiss her—when Gilco stumbles into their clearing and they basically have to run for their lives. Somehow, though, Gilco manages to scratch Rosalee, and she starts to display symptoms of the Plague – and not the nasty boils. Those come later. Nope, first she displays the extremely pumped up libido, which… OMG hilarious.
The best part of all of this is that Monroe answers the phone when Nick calls and she won’t. Stop. Kissing. His. Neck. And Monroe’s voice goes high, and Nick can totally hear what’s going on, right? Like, that’s kind of unmistakable. And even though we realize this is because of the Plague, I’m still like all giddy about it. BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT THIS SHOW DOES TO ME. God.
Anyway, so in the following pretty intense minutes, Monroe is able to concoct a treatment for the Plague and gives it to Gilco (whom Nank dragged there after they found him and he collapsed in the woods), and to Rosalee, both of whom make a full recovery (seemingly). I really hope Monroe took some of it too as a precautionary measure. I mean, can he only get it if he’s scratched or something, or can it be passed along like the Wesen version of mono? Because, for real. That was some heavy-duty making out. (And I liked it.)
So, Hank was also there. Nick has been pragmatic about letting Hank in on pretty much all the details of everything, even telling him about Aunt Marie’s journals, though he hasn’t taken him to see the Trailer yet. Probably a wise decision. Baby steps, and all that. And Hank is still kind of freaked out about it, but it’s kind of hilarious. He’s constantly asking Nick if someone is a Wesen, and is kind of like an excited kid in that he can barely contain himself, like in the briefing with Renard where Hank says Stanton was “like a wild animal.” Nick’s face, you guys. GOD. Hank also now knows that Monroe and Rosalee are Wesen too, and he seems pretty cool with it.
Speaking of knowing about Nick’s Grimm-ness, Juliette is still trying so hard to remember him. At one point she even stands looking at his shirts in his closet and this is what I wrote in my notes:
Aww, Juliette at home looking through Nick’s clothes in the closet. I bet they smell like him. Is that a weird thing to think?
And she sniffs a shirt! YES! I’m NOT a weird! (Debatable).
In the kitchen, though, the refrigerator reminds her of the Eisbiber repairman, and she gives him a call. Still all sycophantic, which is amazing, he comes right over. He’s very excited that she likes the quilt his wife made her (it was a baby-making quilt, no? LOLS) and just has to know that she liked the pies she made too (Juliette did enjoy those as well). So she starts asking him questions about Nick, and how she and Nick were together. Ever the ass-kisser, Bud the Eisbiber assures her they were perfect. Then he starts going on and on about how great a guy Nick is despite his being a Grimm. “A what?” OH SHIT. Bud realizes what he said and covers up by saying it’s just a term that the cool kids are using these days referring to a good cop, a Robin Hood-esque cop, and high-tails it out of there. Hilarious. Also, it probably worked. For now. God, I really hope Juliette asks Nick point blank what a Grimm is. Please, please, please.
Last, but certainly not least, we got some Renard screen time again this week! And I mean besides being el Capitan. He gets a call from some French accomplice who says the families have send “another one” to Portland, presumably after Nick. Renard gets one of the no-name cops on the case to see if he can track the dude from any flight manifests. He’s able to find that the guy was on the flights, but disappeared, along with a taxi and driver, right outside the airport. Luckily for us, we have dramatic irony on our side and know that the “fugitive” as Renard calls him, is following Nick and Hank. And he even shows up on the roof of the shoppe, peering in the skylight all creepily. And when he folges… is he a horse? LOL. But also, holy crap, frightening.
I’m glad we got some more of these little side stories, and I for one, wish we had gotten even more. I know that we have to concentrate on a central story – what with the boys being cops and all – but really I just wanted more Monrosalee, more Juliette trying to remember, more Hank learning things, and definitely more Renard. I love that we’re four eps into the second season and I still can’t quite figure Renard out. But you know what? Fuck that; he’s awesome. And I need him on my screen some more.
Random Notes/Favorite Quotes
- Love that Juliette calls Monroe for help trying to remember Nick. And also love Monroe for wanting to tell her so bad, but clearly not wanting to reveal too much.
- “I’ve heard of road rage, but office rage?” LOLcop – also really? Never?
- “I don’t think guy is a giver-upper.” LOL.
- “How do you know who’s who and what’s what?” GOOD questions, Hank.
- LOL to Monroe calling Nick and Nick being on his front porch. These two and just so connected. It’s cute.
- How hilarious/scary was it that the cat clawed its way out of the crate, and was fucking hanging upside down from the ceiling. This cannot be good for Portland. BREAKING: Psycho cat on the loose. Hide yo kids, hide yo wife, hide yo husband.
- “That warrants a ‘how the HELL did it do this?’”
- “I thought I’d married a longshoreman for a while there.”
- Hank: “Could be his mistress.” Wu: “You would go there.” Hank: “Or his mother.” Wu: “Too late, you went to the gutter first.” Hahaha I love Wu.
- From my notes: “ERMAHGERD PERCNERC”
- Ah, I can’t even express how stupidly giddy the picnic and the almost kiss – and then the DEFINITE kiss – made me. Ugh, these two. Hey, HBC, please please please, we need GIFS of the kissing in your next post!
- “You could be infected!” “With love!” LOLOLOLOL
- “As long as we’re letting the Blutbad out of the bag, so to speak…”
- And last but not least, I don’t know if you’re aware, but our favorite Fuchsbau has joined Twitter and last night she treated us to some behind the scenes facts. These are two of my favorites:
Silas was clockin 25 mph reversing that VW beast. #GRIMM
— Bree Turner (@RealBreeTurner) September 4, 2012
I don’t know why, but that made me laugh really hard.
Silas was a trooper making out with an 8 month preggo. #GRIMM
— Bree Turner (@RealBreeTurner) September 4, 2012
1) Awesome. 2) I want her job? 3) You can’t even tell she’s preggers! Amazing!God, I love these people.
Alright, now’s the time, people. Tell me what you thought of last night’s episode. Did you think it was a decently solid effort? Did you wish it had more of anything? Less of anything? Do you think Monroe is going to get the plague now? Do you think Juliette is going to ask Nick what a Grimm is? Will Wu finally be all “I’M MAD AS HELL AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE!”? Will Renard find the “fugitive” in time? Just how freaking adorable were Monroe and Rosalee making out? Let me know if the comments. Or I’ll have the families send a “fugitive” after your butts!