02x10 - Ancestors

[bunniefuu]

Previously on Beauty and the Beast...

Let him go.

You can choose to walk away and save yourself.

Save us.

(snarling)

Catherine: I found the skeleton of a strange creature in the back of your father's store.

Tori: Why would my father care about a skeleton?

That's what we were hired to find out.

By who?

b*llet must have nicked through a blood vessel.

I'm calling an ambulance.

No.

I can't risk being exposed.

We can come up with a cover story.

Like... amnesia.

Vincent Keller, w*r hero.

Nobody has to know our secret.

We can do this, Vincent.

Together.

My name is... is Vincent Keller.

(audience cheering)

All right, let's start talking.

Our next guest has become the talk of Manhattan as soon as we got here.

A w*r hero presumed dead for over ten years but turns out to be alive, and very easy on the eyes.

Please welcome Captain Vincent Keller!

(audience cheering)

(cheering fades)

How's that for a welcome home, Vincent?

Pretty wild, pretty wild.

Thank you very much.

Julie Chen: All right, I gotta tell you, it's a little bit hard to believe that a guy who looks like you could wander around the streets of this city and not get noticed.

Am I right, ladies?

(audience whooping)

No memories from the last ten years at all?

I mean, where were you living?

What were you doing?

Uh, well, no, no memories at all.

Apart from a couple of weeks ago when I was I.D.'d at the hospital, it's all been pretty much a-a blank.

Apart from a few flashes here and there.

Well, let me ask this, 'cause everyone wants to know, especially the ladies-- any girlfriends?

I mean, you haven't forgotten what girls are, have you?

No.

No.

(audience cheers)

Uh... no comment.

(audience groans)

Sharon Osbourne: See, ladies?

Even when men have amnesia, they still remember to keep their options open, right?

It's true, Sharon.

It's true, it's true.

(audience applauds)

Julie Chen: You still have your medical degree.

You're young, you're good-looking...

I imagine opportunities are just coming at you left and right.

Do you have any idea what you're going to do now?

Uh, well, that... that is a-a really good question, Julie.

(door bell jangling)

Tess: Hey, sorry I'm late.

Hey, no, that's okay, no worries.

How's it going?

Good. You?

Good.

Mm-hmm.

Congratulations, you caught me.

You happy?

Is this attitude or caffeine talking?

It's neither.

I'm fine, okay?

I'm just tired of people walking on eggshells around me, like I lost my best friend.

Well, actually, you did.

You know what I mean.

Besides, Vincent wasn't my best friend.

You are.

Aw...

(laughing)

And if you want to maintain that lofty position in my life, you have to stop worrying about me all the time.

Cat, you're the one reading about it and trying to cover it up.

I'm a cop, I notice these things.

(laughs)

But look, I believe you, okay?

Like... I think you know that right now you're better off without Vincent in your life.

But it's gonna take more than a couple of weeks to figure out what your life looks like without him.

I mean, especially after a year and a half...

No.

No, don't use the "B" word.

Fine with me.

And you're right, I've been all "B" all the time for a while now.

It's gonna take some time for me to figure out who I am separate from all that.

Yep.

(phone buzzing)

But it doesn't make it any easier when his face is plastered all over the news.

It's page three, below the fold.

(laughs)

We have to go.

Hmm?

Gabe wants us at the precinct ASAP.

Come on, we can figure out the rest of your life on the way.

♪ Kiss...

♪ Kiss ain't gonna do it no more... ♪

(audience cheering)

Announcer: Thanks for being in our studio audience...

Hey. You did great.

I can't believe I even let you talk me into this.

Vincent, hey, what's the matter?

They loved you!

Who?

Who did they love, okay?

Because I'm no w*r hero.

I escaped, remember?

The Army, they tried to k*ll me.

Shh, keep your voice down.

Keep my voice down? Why?

So I can hide?

Hide from the truth of what I am, what I've been doing?

Everybody already knows about the amnesia.

Well, that's not the truth, either.

Maybe the last three or four months were, sure, but what about whole decade before that?

I don't know, Tori, this whole public thing...

I thought maybe it would help stop the lying, but the truth is I'm lying about myself more than I ever have.

Sorry to call you down here, but we need to keep this quiet.

What's up?

Special Agent Dana Landon, FBI.

Detectives Chandler and Vargas.

Name's Mara Angel-- professional thief, con artist, wanted for m*rder.

She was recruited for a very big heist.

We were staking her out, but she spotted us.

Who sh*t her?

I did.

Gabe: The thing is, Agent Landon doesn't think that the rest of the crew knows that Mara's dead yet.

We need a volunteer to take her place-- go undercover, infiltrate the crew, find out what they're after.

Our intel says they have not met her in person yet, so...

So you want me to pretend to be her 'cause we look alike?

Among other reasons, yes.

Gabe: And I told her it's too dangerous.

We don't know enough about the case and there's not enough time to prep.

I agree.

When do I have to decide by?

Now.

Mara's supposed to meet the crew tonight.

Tess: Tonight?

That's crazy.

Right?

How important is it?

Dana: Hugely. We've been surveilling Mara for months.

I mean, this is... this is our best opportunity to get in at the beginning, identify the players and really break up this ring once and for all.

Catherine, you can't seriously be considering this.

Tess: Yeah, you just got out of a bad relationship.

You want to get in a worse one?

You're right. It's crazy.

(phone beeps)

You know what?

On second thought, I'm in.

♪ Beauty and the Beast 2x10 ♪

Ancestors
Original Air Date on January 20, 2014

(phone line ringing)

Vincent (on machine): Hey, I'm not around.

Leave a message.

(beep)

Hey, Vincent, me again.

Listen, I'm sure you're busy getting the key to the city and all, but if you have a minute, please give me a call.

Vincent: JT?!

Ah, Beast 911.

Finally.

I got your messages, man.

What's going on?

You okay?

Uh, no, I'm not okay.

Maybe you're used to getting your ass kicked, but I'm not; it hurts.

Why didn't you call the police?

JT: Because it's not police business.

It's beast business.

Two guys in ski marks busted in here with g*ns.

They wanted your dad's shackle.

The shackle? It...

Here, get more ice.

Why didn't they take the skeleton?

I don't know.

I didn't ask.

They said if I called the cops, they'd come back and k*ll me, and I believe them.

Oh, man, I'm so sorry.

I never should've asked you to study these things.

No, I-I wanted to.

I just don't get why they didn't want the skeleton.

It's way more valuable.

I carbon dated it back 10,000 years, to the Pleistocene Age.

Wait, that thing is 10,000 years old?

And it's unlike any fossil or species I've ever seen.

It's not recorded.

It gets better.

Its DNA has some of the same beast markers you have.

Meaning?

Meaning... say hello to your distant cousin.

Or at least the corrupted DNA part that Muirfield gave you.

Wait, I... I don't understand.

I thought you told me that you were injected?

I was... but if JT's right, it wasn't completely synthetic.

I am right.

Muirfield must've gotten the serum using DNA from an extinct species.

Which means you're both part of a beastly lineage that precedes Muirfield.

Okay, well, that still doesn't explain why they only wanted the shackle.

Or how they even found it here in the first place.

What are you doing?

Tracking whoever did this.

Catherine: But if they hadn't seen each other before, how was Mara supposed to identify the rest of the crew?

All we know is they're supposed to go to FitzMartin's at 9:00.

Mara was instructed to identify a man with a gothic neck tattoo, and then twirl her ring-- that's the sign.

What was her role?

Dana: That, you're gonna have to find out on your own.

We need to find out who keeps hiring these crews, what they're after, before anybody else dies.

They're K*llers.

Cop K*llers.

I don't like it.

Catherine, you know as well as anybody it takes weeks to safely put together an undercover operation, not hours, and even then it is a risk.

We don't have weeks.

This is it.

Gabe: Well, you'll have to forgive me if I'm a little wary, Agent Landon.

Our recent experiences with the FBI... are less than desirable, I know. I'm aware.

I know about your father.

That's one of the reasons I came to you with this.

I don't understand.

Look, I'm FBI.

I love the agency, I'm fiercely loyal to it.

But that doesn't mean that I'm blind to the leaks and corruption that plague it.

That's why I'm reaching outside of the agency for help.

Somebody who's not afraid to arrest their own father is somebody that I can trust.

You don't have to do this.

No, but I want to.

And there's not enough time to find someone else.

Sorry. Sidebar?

By all means.

Catherine, I just don't want you rushing into this for the wrong reasons.

What wrong reasons?

Come on.

We both know what you've just gone through with Vincent, okay?

I just think you should take things slowly, find yourself before impulsively jumping...

I'm not impulsively jumping into anything.

I'm not.

This is finding myself.

It's what I need to do.

I know that.

And I know that your impulse is to protect me, and I appreciate that, I do.

But these are exactly the kind of assignments I used to take on before I met Vincent.

It's why I became a cop in the first place-- to do things that matter.

I want to get back to that.

Where is he?

I don't know. He was here.

Are you sure?

I mean, you've been a little confused lately.

Maybe you made a mistake.

I didn't make a mistake, all right?

I tracked whoever did this to here.

Okay, I'm just saying, you've been going through a lot lately and dealing with some conflicting feelings.

I'm not conflicted, okay?

JT was att*cked.

And you want to protect him.

I get that.

But isn't it possible that you're making a bigger deal out of this than it really is?

I mean, the shackle was mine, it wasn't even yours.

And I don't really care about it, so why should you?

Because if JT's right, it's a connection to my past, okay?

To our past.

How can you not care about that?

I just want to focus on the future, our future, Vincent Keller's future.

My future is connected to my past, okay?

Finding out who I was and where I come from, it helps me figure out who I actually am because it's real, okay?

It's not another lie.

And if it gives me the answers, then I am for it.

What?

I don't know.

It... just... the more you focus on the past, the more I... worry that means Cat.

This has nothing to do with Catherine.

Hey... trust me.

Come on, let's keep tracking him.

(rock music playing)

♪ I don't know what you been told ♪
♪ Sin City woman ain't got no gold! ♪
♪ Never mind that cigarette ♪
♪ I hope to God it ain't my last bet, oh, Lord ♪

Help you with something?

No, but I think I can help you.

♪ Black hole in the river And you are...?

Mara.

♪ I'm deep in the water ♪
♪ Sin City got your soul I'm Pete.

My brother Patrick.

Hey.

Shorty.

I'll get the van.

Catherine: Where are we going?

To prep for tomorrow.

Is there anyone else in this crew or is it just us?

Our instructions were to ask no questions.

Take her out back.

Wait. Why?

Shut up.

All right, come on.

He didn't mean anything by it.

Apologize.

What?!

Okay, all right, okay!

(grunts)

I'm sorry.

What the hell is your problem?

I don't like people threatening me, especially scum like you.

(groans)

Please, people are looking.

(groans)

Crazy bitch.

And don't forget it.

From now on, I only take orders from him.

He's cuter.

♪ Hole, black hole ♪
♪ You got my sinner soul ♪
♪ Hole, black hole ♪
♪ You got my troubled soul You all right?

♪ Black hole in the river ♪
♪ Only one left to go ♪
♪ I'm deep in the water ♪
♪ Sin City got your soul...

Vincent.

♪ Black hole in the river ♪
♪ Only one left to go...

That's who you tracked?

Her?

Hey, Tori, it's not what you think.

Screw you.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Hey, let's go!

Not bad.

Yeah, you, too.

♪ I'm deep in the water...

Pete: Let's check on Ian.

What do you want us to do?

Not piss me off.

Okay, what's his problem?

Pete? Long story.

He doesn't treat you very well.

(chuckles)

Well...

I'm just saying.

I wouldn't put up with it.

No, you don't.

I like that about you.

But be careful with Pete.

He's got a hair-trigger.

He'll go off on you.

Why do you put up with it?

Wish I didn't have to, believe me, but Pete's the only family I got left.

We used to have another brother, Rick, but he d*ed-- cops sh*t him.

So that's the only reason you're doing this, for him?

He's family.

Can't just walk away.

I know what you mean.

I'm just saying, letting go is never easy, no matter who the relationship's with.

Let me guess, old boyfriend?

Yeah.

(chuckles) Recent?

Very.

This your idea of a rebound?

No, this is my idea of being me again, separate from anybody else.

(g*nsh*t)

Pulls to the left.

I'll fix that.

Plastic?

Everything but the b*ll*ts.

But those are easy to get past metal detectors.

All right, we'll reconvene here tomorrow at 0500.

Make sure you're changed and ready to roll.

Oh, wait, I thought we were gonna go over how we're gonna get the gem.

0500... sharp.

Wait-- you tracked Cat?

You're-You're kidding, right?

Okay, not kidding.

I don't know what happened.

I mean, the guy that att*cked you, right?

I sensed him, right here, and then I tracked him.

At least I thought I tracked him...

Tracked him where?

First, to his place, I think.

And then he wasn't there, so I tracked him to some bar.

And that's where you saw Cat?

Yeah.

W-Was she in danger?

'Cause, you know, in the past, you could always sense when she was in danger.

No, she wasn't in any danger.

In fact, she was kissing somebody.

What? Who?

I don't know who, JT.

Come on, does it matter?

No, just curious.

No wonder Tori bailed, though.

She's got high hopes.

She obviously likes the special connection you two share.

I know, and I tried to explain it to her.

I tried, but I can't even explain it to myself.

Okay, look, first of all, give yourself a break.

I mean, let's face it-- you're not gonna get over Cat in a couple of weeks, right?

She's gonna mess with your head for a while.

Women do that.

Okay, that is not helping.

You gotta clear your head, take charge, focus.

Okay.

You left here on a mission, a beast mission, and that's real.

It still is.

I-I can't explain why it led you to Catherine.

Maybe you got your emotional wires crossed or something, I don't know, but, dude!

Come on, beast up!

Beast up?

Yeah!

Get back in the game, trust your instincts.

Finding the shackle helps find you, remember?

Now get back out there on that thief's trail and go kick some ass!

Okay.

Avenge me!

(growls)

What the hell?!

Where's the shackle, huh?!

Why'd you steal it?

Screw you.

Talk or die-- you choose.

I was hired to steal it.

Hired by who?

I don't know-- I swear.

What do they want with it?

It goes with the gem.

Gem? What gem?

What gem?!

At the Russian consulate.

The consul's wife.

So, you're after that, too, hmm?

Good, now we're getting somewhere.

Tell me about this gem.

Screw... you.

(cocks g*n)

(g*n fires)

(growling)

(grunting)

So this is their leader.

Dana: Pete Franco, armed robbery and m*rder.

His brother was k*lled in Miami a couple of years ago.

Yeah, I know-- Rick.

You got close enough for him to tell you that?

No, his other brother Patrick told me.

Patrick? I don't know who that is.

He's not in the book.

He isn't.

He's reluctant.

He's also my "in," so I want to do whatever I can to protect him.

But who is protecting you?

Well, I haven't needed protection in the past.

I don't need it now.

But now we know that these guys are sophisticated enough to make plastic g*ns.

For what?

At least we know it's to get some sort of a gem, and they're gonna have to go through a metal detector.

I've got my my people looking for...

For what?

It could be any one of a thousand high-profile targets in New York.

CATHERINE; Okay, this guy goes by "Shorty."

Mm-hmm. Catherine...

Gabe, They are going to k*ll people.

I'm sure of it.

If I'm not there to stop them...

Okay, wait.

Why can't we arrest them when they reconvene at the warehouse?

For what-- making plastic g*ns?

Franco's on the FBI's Most Wanted List, that's something.

Okay, but this doesn't tell us what they're after, or more importantly, who's behind all of this.

Catherine, these people are dangerous.

Yes, and we've been in more dangerous situations before.

You know that.

That's not the point.

Gabe, I want to follow through with this-- I have to.

Besides, I thought we already had this conversation.

This isn't about us, this is about you.

All right, fine.

Will you at least wear a wire?

Please?

Okay.

Where is everybody?

Where's your girlfriend?

She's not my girlfriend.

Yeah, well, she's still late.

(door opens)

What's the matter?

You tell me.

What're you talking about?

Shorty's dead.

What?

Someone k*lled him, Patrick, which means someone is onto us.

So where's Mara?

How the hell should I know?

Wait, are you saying...?

That is what I'm saying.

(scoffs)

And if I'm right, she's dead.

(door opens)

Sorry I'm late.

What's the matter?

You're wearing the wrong outfit.

And I think you're a cop.

So we're going for a boat ride.

Just so you know, I get a little seasick.

You have the signal scanner?

Got it.

I don't know what to be more insulted by-- the fact that you think I'm a cop, or you think I'm dumb enough to wear a wire.

Pete: Well, we're about to find out.

Pete, come on, this is crazy.

She knew the meeting point, she fits the description, she kicks ass.

There's no way she's a cop.

No?

Then where was she when Shorty was k*lled?

And why... would she change into that?

It's not my fault my instructions weren't specific.

Mine were.

Theirs were.

The man who hired us is pretty specific.

Now if this beeps, you will end up at the bottom of the Hudson like the last Fed that we caught.

I don't think so.

No?

Why is that?

The current flows toward the 28th Street Docks, not away from it.

Mm.

(static crackling)

Wire's dead.

No, don't!

Maybe she got wet on purpose, to short the wire.

Yeah, or maybe not.

Damn it, why did I listen to her?

Look, just stay here, and call if she comes back online, okay?

Gabe...

I know.

Hurry, we got company!

You shouldn't have sh*t at her.

Shut up and get in!

Now, let's try this again.

One beep and you're dead.

(scanner buzzing, crackling)

Told you she was clean.

I don't get it.

Why'd you put up a fight?

I told you, I don't like people threatening me.

You do it again and I'm out.

Drive.

Back to the warehouse.

(knocking)

Who is it?

Patrick: It's me, Mara.

Hey.

I just, uh, you know, I wanted to make sure that you were all right.

Do you mind?

Thank you.

And thank you for sticking up for me over there.

I know it took a lot for you to stand up to your brother.

I'm just lucky he didn't sh**t me.

I'd be more worried about him getting you sh*t.

I know that you feel like you owe him, Patrick, but you also owe yourself.

Don't be afraid to make a change.

Just do it before it's too late.

(door shutting)

Pete: Hey! Let's go!

(sighs)

Showtime.

I need divers at the 28th Street Docks, stat.

Wait!

Stand by.

What is it?

Heel marks.

That could be a sign from her.

Or, they dragged her, which means...

You don't sh**t someone at the docks and take them with you.

You sink the body.

What are you saying?

I'm saying we trust her.

We let it play out.

Are you sure?

The only thing I am sure of is that I am worried sick.

How long have you been in love with her?

♪

(speaking Russian)

(speaks Russian)

(speaks Russian)

Where'd he get the I.D.'s?

From the real caterers.

You don't want to know.

(soldier speaking Russian)

♪

Guard: Uh-huh.

(speaks Russian)

(speaking Russian)

(soldier speaking Russian in distance)

(indistinct chatter, light classical music plays)

(wand blips)

Now remember, technically, we're on Russian soil, which means if we get caught, it's Siberia, not Rikers, got it?

Ian and I will take out the guards in security.

Mara, you pick the keys of the consul general.

He's over there.

Get them to Patrick.

After we take out surveillance, get to the third floor ducts.

You'll have five minutes tops to get the gem out of the safe in the bedroom and back here before all hell breaks loose.

Any questions?

What if all hell breaks loose?

sh**t to k*ll.

(man speaking Russian)

Champagne, sir.

I am so sorry.

Let me get you a towel.

(speaking Russian)

Smooth.

Keep his wife drinking.

We need her to stay downstairs.

Be careful.

You, too.

Champagne?

Thank you.

Vincent?

Well, it looks like you have little fans everywhere in America now.

Don't you, Mr. Keller?

Yes.

Yes, I do. Cheers.

Catherine: Why are you following me?

I'm not following you.

I think I was here first.

Yeah? Then why'd you follow me to the bar last night?

I didn't follow you to the bar.

In fact, what were you doing at the bar last night?

Same thing I'm doing here-- working on a case.

So don't blow my cover.

I see-- so that's why you had your tongue down some guy's throat?

What? You jealous?

No, not at all.

Look, I don't know what case you're on, Catherine, but just keep your distance from me, okay?

Why, what are you doing here besides flirting with danger?

I'm on a case, too.

So don't blow my cover.

w*r hero?

Not much of a cover.

Wait, what case are you on?

What're you after?

Why would you even care?

Because you, me, here now?

It's all too much of a coincidence.

Especially if we're both after the gem.

The gem.

How do you know about the gem?

How's that possible?

I don't know, cruel cosmic hoax?

Did you know that JT was att*cked?

What? No.

Yeah, you remember that skeleton that belonged to Tori's dad?

They broke in, stole the shackle, and now they want this gem.

So this is about beasts?

You didn't know?

No.

I thought it was about anything but beasts.

That's why I volunteered.

Well, that's a shame, 'cause I'm not letting you anywhere near that gem, okay?

It belongs to me now.

Well, you can't stop me.

Is that so, Detective?

What, you gonna expose me, risk an international incident?

Absolutely.

I want to know who's after that thing and what they know about me.

Well, I want to know whoever's after the gem so I can stop them from k*lling innocent people.

Don't cross me, Catherine, okay?

I mean it.

Yeah, well, don't make me sh**t you again, Vincent.

And I mean that.

(man speaking Russian)

You sure we're alone?

Of course.

No cameras?

Trust me, I can't afford being caught any more than you can.

So hurry, unzip me.

(moans softly)

♪

Who the hell are you?

(grunting)

(groans)

Don't.

I won't let you hurt him.

That gem is mine.

No, it's not.

(grunts)

You k*lled Shorty, didn't you?

And I'll k*ll him, too, if you're not careful.

(chokes)

(grunts, groans)

(groans)

What happened to you?

(wind whistling)

You gotta get your stuff and clear out of here.

It won't be long before FSB ties you to your brother.

Aw, Pete.

What's gonna happen to him?

Same thing that's gonna happen to you if you don't disappear.

Patrick, listen to me-- you don't have much time.

They're gonna track you down and they're gonna think that you're the one that got away with the gem.

Me?

What about the other guy?

The guy who actually took it?

They'll never find him.

How do you know?

Because... he's smart.

He never would've done this if he didn't have an alibi.

And he's good at covering his ass.

Listen, forget about him.

This might be your only chance to walk away from this and have the life that you want.

It's too late to help Pete, but it's not too late to help yourself.

What about you?

Where do you go from here?

Well, let's just say that I have a bone to pick with the person that recommended me for this gig.

Good luck, Patrick.

You, too, Mara.

Dana: Wait, if you didn't get the gem, then who did?

I don't know.

Dana: How do you not know?

You were undercover, that's why you were there.

I mean, the Russians certainly don't have it.

They've already called the State Department to complain about being infiltrated.

Are they turning over Pete and Ian?

What happens at the Russian consulate stays at the consulate.

Any idea where the other one is?

No.

You sure you're not keeping anything from me?

Why, are you?

About the assignment, I mean.

The gem.

Why you just happened to choose me for this.

You put my life at risk by not telling me the whole story, Agent Landon, and I think I deserve to know why.

What makes you think so?

Wait.

Don't go.

The truth is I've had my eye on you for awhile, Detective Chandler, even before you arrested your father.

Is this the gem that they were after?

How did you know?

I didn't; but I suspected.

There's a pattern with what all these gangs are after.

I've been trying to connect the dots for years... ever since my husband was m*rder*d.

I don't understand.

Sam was an archeologist.

He was helping us on a case, and whatever he discovered got him k*lled.

It's the same curious pattern of artifacts stolen, the same pattern that led me to your father and to you.

There's something strange that's happening, something extraordinary, and I can't put my finger on it, but I'm not gonna stop until I do.

I think you have an idea of what I'm talking about.

London, 1836.

Is that the same gem?

Scotland Yard found it at a m*rder scene.

In fact, it's been found at many m*rder scenes ever since, including one that your father investigated.

Look who was helping Scotland Yard.

Catherine: Rebecca Reynolds.

Okay, you think I'm related to this woman?

You are related to her.

On your father's side.

I checked.

Just one of the many dots that I'm trying to connect.

But one thing is for sure: there is something about this gem that is definitely connected to you, Catherine.

Huh. Perfect fit.

So what does it mean?

Actually, I have no idea.

Especially since tools to cut precious gems weren't even around when this creature was alive.

Okay, so maybe the shackle's not connected to the creature at all.

Except when you factor in flesh and fur, it fits perfectly around that thing's neck.

It's a collar.

A collar?

So, what, the-the chain is... is a leash?

Hard to imagine what else it could be.

Which implies somebody was controlling it.

Okay, so why the gem?

What does it do?

Could be just ornamental.

No, someone went to far too much trouble to try and get it for it to be ornamental.

It's gotta do something, or be something.

The question is what?

Too bad you can't ask whoever hired the g*ng to get it.

Well, I will.

I'll find them.

Because obviously, they know a lot more about my beast side than I do... and I want to know what they know.

You're not the only one.

I'm just saying, your feelings for Cat aside, this is just as much about Tori as you.

Fight it all you want, but the truth is you share a unique connection with her.

A primal connection.

You may be the only two beasts left on the planet.

♪

Relax. She's fine.

She could've d*ed, Tess.

On my watch.

But she didn't.

You listened to what she wanted, not what you wanted for her.

That's a good thing.

Yeah, except now she's probably accepting Agent Landon's offer to keep working on these damn heists.

Well, then, if you really care for her, you're gonna have to keep letting her.

♪ ...that might be forgiven Catherine!

You were, um... you were up there a long time.

You all right?

I don't know.

♪ How would we break down ♪
♪ What if you were me...

I... I just realized.

You, uh, you didn't call in the cavalry-- when my wire went dead-- you trusted me.

You asked me to.

♪ How would we break down? ♪
♪ And what if I were you? ♪
♪ What if you told my lies? ♪
♪ What if I cried through your eyes? ♪
♪ Could anyone keep us down? ♪

Yeah, like I said-- it's a good thing.