“The beast was simply the Call of the Wild personified … which some natures hear to their own destruction.”
The episode starts with a flashback of Hank during his early years on the job. He’s got a little Samuel L. Jackson, from Jackie Brown, sideburns going on… and I like it. He arrives at a home where a neighbor has called the police because of all the commotion coming from the house next to her. They go inside and find two brothers, both shot… laying on the kitchen floor. One is dead and the other is just hanging on to life. Hank hears something outside and takes off after some guy. There’s an awkward chase scene and Hank catches the guy and slams him against and wall. While Hank is putting on the cuffs, the guy is telling Hank that it wasn’t his fault because the guys turned into monsters and were trying to kill him. Hank didn’t see any monsters, so he arrests the guy and eventually testifies at his hearing and helps get this guy on death row.
Don’t let your mouth get your ass in trouble. -Shaft
Cut to the present and Nick and Hank are walking down the street and Hank recounts the story to Nick. He’s having second thoughts because now that he knows that sometimes people really are monsters, that maybe this guy was telling the truth. Or maybe he was a drunk vet with PTSD. Nick was less than sympathetic and I was kinda taken aback… because he should be the poster child for believing what this guy claimed to have seen. Hank wants Nick to look into the case with him because the guy, Craig Fereen, is scheduled to be executed in 36 hours.
Okay, so you understand this episode is gonna be about me, right?
Look, it says it right here in the paper.
When they get back to the station, Nick takes a look the file and reads Craig’s claims about them being monsters. He tells Hank that even if Craig was telling the truth, he’s still guilty of murder unless they find something concrete to prove it was self defense. Nick asks about the other detective, Robert Anderson, and Hank says that he’s working for the Feds in white collar crime.
Does the ENTIRE episode have to be about you?
Mmmm-hmmm. That’s the way it is.
On a bed, we pan in from above (a new fav Grimm camera angle that they are using a lot… and I’m glad), and we see a fully-dressed Renard (huh?) an empty bottle of booze, and a ringing phone. It appears that Renard has slept through his Bose alarm clock and makes up some story that he’s been working at City Hall and he’ll be right in… liar… you’re hungover. And I blame Juliette. But Renard, you need to know that no amount of booze will never take away the fact that you got roped into a story line with the most boring actress/character ever in the history of everdom (thank you Real World: Las Vegas, Dustin).