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The episode starts where we left off last week, with Nick being attacked in the warehouse by the Mauvais Dentes. Scarface uses her Spiderman powers and scales the building so she can sneak in and help out her long, lost son. Before Scarface finishes the Mauvais Dentes off with a knife to the neck, she asks who sent him, but he won’t answer her.
At the hospital, Monrosalee have the potion that will stop Juliette’s memory loss, but they are waiting for Nick to arrive to give it to her. The potion has a shelf life of 20 more minutes, so they are getting antsy. Monroe thinks Nick is spending some much needed time with his mom, but then his stomach starts hurting because time is running out.
Nick and Scarface get to the hospital just in time to put 6 drops of the potion in each of her dead eyes. Hospital security is extremely lax, because fiancé or not, if I’m in a coma and my husband rushes in with a magic potion, I REALLY hope someone stops him. I don’t care if Monroe goes all Blutbad on the doctor’s ass… I don’t want anything not FDA-approved added to my current state.
As the foursome leave the hospital, Nick gets a call from Hank. Hank is at the warehouse crime scene and needs Nick to work the scene with him. (The method of the Portland PD crime scene investigation deployment is v confusing. Sgt. Wu is there. Captain Renard is there. Hank is there. But Nick isn’t called until later?)
Since Nick has to take his car, this leaves Monrosalee having to drive Scarface home. Monroe and Scarface share equal excitement, as Monroe says to Nick, “Okay, I guess we’re okay to go then. You go take care of the dead, and we three will just… all go on *glances at Scarface* living.”
Scarface clearly didn’t call “shotgun” as she riding btchseat while she and Monroe discuss how they met Nick. When they get to Nick’s house, they awkwardly stand on the walkway and pretend that they don’t all completely mistrust each other. Rosalee leans in for a hug, and feels the warmth of a week old corpse.