“I suppose if any place is gonna have a giant assassin bug, it’d be Portland.”
I suspect (and hope) that this is Grimm's
last ever story-of-the-week, what with three episodes left, but it's a
good one, and addresses both the real life issue of euthanasia and the
in-world question of what happens to Wesen if they get dementia which
would mean, of course, uncontrolled and violent wogeing. It's a
difficult one, and Nick and Hank end the episode with no alternative but
to let the Gevather Tod do his thing. It's a truly heart wrenching
episode, although Mrs. Llamastrangler would like it to be known that she
definitely didn't cry. Heaven forbid.
We
also get Sean, who's been strangely detached and sulky lately,
demanding answers about the tunnel from Nick, but at least the only way
forward, plot-wise, is surely for the two of them to latch up their
differences and collaborate. But what makes it certain, I think, at the
very end, is where Eve, alone, practised some "blood magic" and strides
determinedly into the mirror to the plane of those nasty demon things. I
suspect there won't be time for stories of the week from now on...
Bring on what must surely be the concluding three-parter...
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