02x09 - Don't Die on Me

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Previously on

Beauty & the Beast...

I think that our fight had more to do with my father than us.

Vincent: Catherine, he brainwashed me, he took away my life, my memories, then he made me k*ll for him.

And when he was done with me, he tried to k*ll me.

So I'm not giving him another chance.

I know he is a terrible man.

And he has only done terrible things to you.

But you can't cross that line again.

Otherwise...

Otherwise what?

You'll lose your humanity.

You are lost to everything we have fought so hard to keep you from becoming.

Hands up!

(yells)

(grunting)

(growls)

Let him go.

You still have a choice.

You can choose to walk away and save yourself.

Save us.

Man: Ready when you are.

Detective Catherine Chandler, First Grade, NYPD, 125th Precinct.

Great, thanks.

I'm Special Agent Brian Hendricks, Internal Affairs, FBI.

So like I said, when one of our agents is involved in criminal activity, we open a pro forma inquiry.

And that's all this is, okay?

Okay.

So, um, tell us about the events of last night and the arrest of Agent Reynolds.

We suspected him of being connected to several suspicious deaths.

We ran a sting operation that caused him to incriminate himself.

I should never have taken you off of my list.

I should've had you k*lled, too.

Got you.

Mm-hmm, and as you know, because of your good work, Agent Reynolds has already confessed to...

conspiracy to commit m*rder, including, uh, Zachary Hayes.

Is that correct?

Yes.

Mr. Hayes was one of the victims that we wanted to connect him to.

Then, while driving him in, you were...

Hands up!

...in a car accident, correct?

Yes, I swerved the car to avoid a... dog that ran out in front of me.

Watch out!

Ah.

Then Agent Reynolds escaped.

But you apprehended him.

I-I'm assuming these injuries stemmed from the car crash, right?

I guess so. I don't know what else it could have been.

Let him go.

Hmm.

Anything else you'd like to add, Detective?

Catherine: Please don't.

I am begging you.

(growls)

(g*nsh*t)

Hendricks: Detective?

Detective?

Um, no.

No, sorry, I just...

Yeah, I think that's-that's it.

All right, great.

I still need to, uh, check the arrest scene, review Agent Reynolds' confession.

But it all seems pretty open and shut.

Probably the last you'll see of me.

Great. Thank you.

Oh, Detective?

I know it's never easy bringing down one of our own, especially when it's your father, but you have my utmost respect.

And the Agency's thanks.

Thank you.

How'd it go?

Professionally, I think we're fine.

Personally, I think I'm having a nervous breakdown.

Just breathe.

I can't.

I am going into palpitations.

Your father confessed, not just because he was guilty, but also to take the heat off of you.

You're not gonna get caught.

I'm not worried about being exposed.

I mean, obviously I am, but this is more about Vincent.

He did not give you a choice, Catherine.

He would've k*lled Reynolds.

You had to sh**t him.

And if I had to do it again, I would.

But it doesn't mean I feel good about it.

I was clear with him about what the stakes were.

This wasn't just about him doing the right thing, or not caving to his beast side.

I just...

I can't believe at he didn't choose us.

So what are you gonna do?

I am moving on.

Taking my life back finally.

You deserve to.

Especially after everything you've been through with Vincent.

I know, but...

I have to figure out why I still feel so responsible for him.

How do I get past that?

Responsible how?

I don't know.

It's like this knot in my stomach, and it won't go away.

It's hard to explain.

Maybe it has to do with making sure he's gonna be all right.

I mean, after the sh**ting.

Maybe.

I'm sorry to unload all this on you.

You're not at all, Catherine.

You need to know that I'm here for you.

Whenever you need me.

How is it?

It's still bleeding.

The b*llet must've nicked the blood vessel when it passed through.

I'm gonna need more gauze.

This is all there is.

Hey, don't worry, all right?

I used to be a doctor, remember?

But don't doctors make the worst patients?

I'm calling an ambulance No!

No.

Sorry, but that is not an option.

Why?

Because hospitals are forced to alert the police whenever a g*nsh*t victim is admitted.

Okay? And that means background checks.

So?

So, Vincent Keller is dead.

Do you understand?

k*lled in Afghanistan over a decade ago.

I can't risk being exposed.

Why not?

I get you not wanting people to find out that you're a-a beast, but they wouldn't.

They would just find out that you're alive.

And I don't see what's wrong with that.

What's wrong with it is they'll ask questions.

Okay? A lot of them.

Where have you been for the past decade?

Why have you been hiding?

What have you been doing?

And all of those answers lead back to beasts.

Not necessarily.

We can come up with a cover story.

Like amnesia-- it's real.

I need more gauze.

I'm serious, Vincent.

What is the alternative?

You live in the shadows.

You hide out for another ten years? 20?

I don't want to live like that, and neither should you.

You're-you're afraid, aren't you?

I can sense it.

And not just about the beast part of it all; something else.

Tori, all I know how to do is hide, okay?

And I can control that.

I decide who gets to see me and who doesn't.

Friend or foe.

But being exposed?

Yes, it does scare me.

Especially now everything has changed.

(door opens)

Catherine: Vincent?

You have a lot of nerve coming here.

Tori, I didn't come here to fight.

How could you sh**t him?

I thought you loved him.

I did.

You should not be up.

I'm okay.

Now, listen, do you mind?

I just came here to make sure you're okay.

I'm fine.

You don't look fine.

Well, I'm not really your problem anymore, am I?

Don't blame me for this.

Why not?

You're the one who pulled the trigger.

I warned you.

I gave you a choice.

No, you chose him over me.

I chose right over wrong.

Your father tried to k*ll me!

I couldn't let you k*ll him!

So you sh*t me instead?

Do you think I wanted to?

Look, Vincent, I told you that I couldn't be the only one fighting for us, and I meant that.

I really didn't want it to end this way.

But I guess it has.

Looks like it.

At least you don't have to cover for me anymore.

(door closes)

♪ Beauty and the Beast 2x09 ♪

Don't Die on Me
Original Air Date on January 13, 2014

I don't want time off.

I want to get back to work.

Police work, my work.

As opposed to beasts.

Yes! And... if you don't mind, let's not use the B-word anymore.

I need to move on.

Right.

Tess, listen to me.

I know I've been all beast all the time since Vincent was taken...

Actually, since before he was taken.

But I mean it when I say I want to move on.

I am done with it.

Yes, I-I know, obviously, I can't just erase my feelings for him.

That'll take time, but...

I did everything I could.

I know that.

Okay.

Great.

Yeah, it's a little scary, but it's also kind of exciting.

I mean, now I've got all this free time on my hands without Vincent, but...

I knew there was a but.

No, it's-it's not what you think.

It's just...

There's something that's holding me back.

I don't know, maybe I feel guilty or something.

Guilty like what? Like you shouldn't have sh*t him?

No, it's...

I don't know what it is.

It just happened.

You have to give yourself time to sort through your feelings, okay?

I'm still dealing with my feelings for Joe.

It's been what, six months now?

Yeah, I have to be patient.

Yep.

But what Vincent said is true.

At least I don't have to cover for him anymore.

Detective Chandler?

Agent Hendricks would like to ask you some more questions.

Is there a problem?

Maybe. Couple things came up.

Wanted to make sure that I have your story straight.

Let's do this one in the interrogation room, shall we?

(knocking)

Okay, okay, I'm coming!

We need your help.

Why?

Wait-- what the hell happened?

I got sh*t.

By Catherine.

What?!

It's not that bad.

You're such a guy.

It's really bad.

Here, sit down.

Cat sh*t you?

Uh-huh.

I need you to get the sutures and the medical kit.

Why would she ever do that?

(grunts)

Long story.

Tori: More importantly, we need to stop the bleeding 'cause you won't go to the hospital.

Hospital?

He can't go to the hospital.

Okay, what is with you two?

Would you rather he d*ed?

I am not gonna die.

You are if you bleed out.

Maybe you should go to the hospital.

No, you need to go to the hospital.

Get me antibiotics, painkillers and blood.

Blood? What, you mean, like, O Positive Beast?

JT, you're a professor.

I don't know, go to the university hospital, break into the blood bank.

Break in? Last time, bodies; this time, blood.

I-I'll never get my tenure!

Hurry!

What-what do you want me to do?

Okay, you're gonna need to squeeze the skin together.

(gasps)

Okay. Okay...

(groans)

Sorry.

What are we gonna do?

I mean, like you said, everything's changed.

Like it or not, we're in this together.

(phone rings)

Answer it.

You're not in hiding.

Hello?

Ms. Windsor?

This is Laura Scott.

I'm an associate with the law firm representing your father's estate.

Oh, hi. Uh, listen, can I...?

I just wanted to confirm our appointment for 1:00 today regarding the Chelsea Curios sale.

Uh, I'm sorry, the what?

Your father agreed to sell one of his smaller subsidiaries, and escrow closes today.

We need you to sign the papers.

Listen, I-I can't today, okay?

So...

Ms. Windsor, you don't have a choice.

If you, as trustee, don't sign, then we'll be in default, and I can assure you, all legal hell will break loose.

Listen, um, you're gonna have to deal with this, okay?

I'm... I'm busy.

Ms. Windsor, we know about your father.

About who he really was, or more specifically, what he was.

And unless you want the rest of the world to know, too, don't be late.

Vincent: Is everything ok?

Yeah, um...

I'm-I'm fine.

You sure?

Yeah. Uh, my dad just needed me to sign some papers.

He made me a... a trustee or something for one of his companies.

So why's your heart racing?

Is it?

It's probably 'cause I'm so worried about you.

I don't want to leave you for even a minute.

I'll be right back.

Just rest.

Catherine: No, as I said before, there was no one else present when I arrested Agent Reynolds.

How about after the crash?

No.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Detective, I feel compelled to remind you that you are under oath here.

I'm sorry, are you accusing her of something?

Just asking questions.

'Cause I thought this was just a pro forma inquiry.

It was.

Now it's an investigation.

Wait. Why?

Because you're not telling me the truth.

That's why, Detective.

And that's based on?

Amongst other things... this b*llet found at the scene.

A b*llet that matches a standard-issue NYPD nine-millimeter.

And since it has blood on it, it also indicates that someone was sh*t at the scene where you and your father both say no one was present for his arrest.

Care to amend your statement, Detective Chandler?

Let's try this again, Detective, for the record, tell me exactly what happened after the car crash.

I already told you what happened, Agent Hendricks.

(sighs) Why are you making this so difficult for yourself?

I don't understand.

I don't expect you to.

So you admit there's more to the story.

Don't put words in her mouth.

I didn't! She just said...

I said that I don't expect you to understand-- meaning how difficult it was for me to arrest my father.

The father who apparently you are in collusion with!

You're both trying to cover for whoever got sh*t!

I don't know what you're talking about.

I don't believe you!

I don't care!

Asked and answered-- she has made her statement twice.

Why are you harassing her?

Because my job is to make sure that everybody is telling the truth, and she is not!

You don't know that.

(sighs)

The hell I don't!

Now, let's make no mistake here, Detective, your once-stellar career is on the line here.

Now, I am going to give you one more chance.

Who else was there?

Who are you protecting?

Nobody.

Hendricks: All right, then.

I will need your firearm and I will need your shield.

That's an order, Detective.

Have ballistics check this for a match, top priority.

You are suspended, pending results.

Don't leave the city.

Suspended? Great.

So much for my moving on.

Now what am I gonna do?

(hushed): Look, you don't have a choice.

You gotta stick to your story.

Yeah, sticking to my story might save Vincent, but it doesn't help me.

That b*llet is going to match.

Your g*n, yes; to a body, no.

They're not gonna think to try and match the blood to somebody who supposedly d*ed ten years ago.

Okay, but how does that help me?

They can't prosecute you if they don't have a victim.

But they're still gonna know that I sh*t somebody.

And even if I get off on a technicality, they'll know I lied.

I can't believe I'm still protecting Vincent even after we've broken up.

Maybe you don't have to.

I mean, if they don't have the b*llet...

What are you talking about?

No. No. Whatever you're thinking, forget it.

I am not dragging you down with me on this.

I won't let you.

You won't let me?

Try and stop me.

Look, Catherine, I didn't just set out to save Vincent.

I set out to save you, too, and I obviously haven't done that yet, and I'm going to whether you like it or not.

What do you get out of it?

Redemption.

Then... hopefully, drinks.

Guess who just used their one phone call to call me.

JT just got busted at Hudson Uni Hospital.

What? Busted?

Apparently, he was caught trying to steal meds and blood.

Obviously, Vincent's worse off than he let on.

Gabe: Wait, where are you going?

To Vincent.

I'm not gonna let him die and be the one who k*lled him.

Bail JT out, find those meds.

(knocking)

You're late.

Sign both copies... and your father's secret is safe with us.

"Chelsea Curios"?

Why? What is that?

It's just antiques.

Now, sign.

Antiques?

Why would my father care about antiques?

Obviously, he didn't, but unfortunately, he d*ed before he could sell, which leaves us with you.

We won't ask again.

Wait. Who are you, and how do you know about my father?

Look, lady, you don't...

You want everybody to know about your father, is that it?

You spoiled little brat.

Daddy can't protect you anymore from all of this because he's dead.

So, unless you want to join his sorry ass...

(grunts)

Ow!

Too tight?

Yes!

Too bad. Maybe next time you'll think twice before trying to steal meds.

Sign right here.

And I'll need the evidence for booking.

Blood, too?

If he tried to steal it.

Gotta keep that refrigerated.

All right. Thanks.

What were you thinking?

Are you trying to lose your job?

This from my fellow body snatcher?

No, I was trying to save Vincent, apparently because Cat sh*t him.

He didn't give her much of a choice.

You don't know that.

Yes, I do, and so do you.

He chose to go beast, which means at least Cat knows where to draw the line.

How come you don't?

I'm not gonna let him bleed to death.

That's not what I mean.

You know, loyalty to a friend is one thing, but here you are yet again paying the price for Vincent.

You'd do the same for Cat.

No, but I wouldn't put my life on hold for her and go in hiding for ten years like you've done.

That's more than loyalty.

That's something else.

(door opens)

Uh, JT's not here.

I know. He's in jail.

He got caught trying to steal blood from the hospital.

Okay, you gotta get him out.

We are. We're all covering for you, Vincent.

The question is, what are you doing to help yourself?

I thought we had this conversation.

I'm not your problem anymore.

Just because you did what you did doesn't mean that I don't care about you anymore.

That doesn't just go away.

It may never.

Okay, I know that you don't want to go to the hospital.

All right, forget it.

Why?

Why? You should know.

Especially you, of all people.

Okay, but they're not gonna test your blood for DNA.

Nobody needs to know that you're a beast.

No, they'll run my prints and they'll find out I'm Vincent Keller.

So?

So I don't even know who that is anymore.

Catherine, there's been a target on my back for years, okay?

You expect me to just shine a light on it all of the sudden?

Let the whole world take sh*t at me? No, thanks.

Muirfield's gone.

My father is in prison.

There is no one after you anymore.

You don't know that.

You're right, I don't.

But would you rather die here or take a risk out there?

It's a risk either way, all right?

Not for you, maybe, not anymore, but for me it is.

I am the one who suffers the consequences when this whole thing blows up in my face.

So that's it, you just let yourself die?

Everything I've done for you, everything we've done for each other just ends?

What did we do all that for?

No future?

You can't use fear as an excuse to risk your life.

And since I can't keep helping to save you, you need to start saving yourself.

(door opens)

Somebody else knows about beasts.

Why did you go there to meet them?

They were threatening to expose what my father really was, and probably us, too.

I-I wasn't sure.

You should've told me.

You needed to rest.

And I thought I could handle it myself.

By beasting out on them?

They would've sh*t me.

And I'm not sure what they saw, but if they knew about my father, they already know about beasts anyway.

So there are still people after us.

No, you mean me.

Catherine: Why?

To get an antique store?

(groans)

Where do you think you're going?

To the store, to try and figure out what they're after so I can get it before they do.

You've gotta be kidding.

Vincent, you're in no condition to go anywhere.

And you're in no condition to do this on your own, okay?

You're new at this, I'm not.

Okay, wait-- so you refuse to go the hospital, but at the first sign of beasts, you're up and at 'em?

I can't just let them go after her again, can I?

I thought you were afraid of being exposed.

I am.

And you don't think that running around dripping blood all over this town isn't gonna do exactly that?

Catherine, I'm not your problem anymore, okay?

My life, my fight.

Okay, fine, have it your way.

I'll just check with Tess, see where they're at with the meds.

Good.

Tori, can you move to your left?

You sh*t me?

Again.

You didn't give me a choice... again.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Easy, easy, easy.

Whoa! What'd you do that for?

I'm just trying to save his thick skull until JT can get here.

Besides, it's the only way to keep him from not coming with us.

Us? Oh, now you're going?

He can't help.

It's the only way for me to figure out what's really going on so that I can move on.

Are you coming?

(door buzzer sounds)

Man: Open on two!

Not who you were expecting?

I was hoping for my daughter.

After everything you've done to Catherine? Dream on.

I saved her, Lowan, from... things like you.

That's all I care about.

Okay.

One, I'm not one of those things anymore, so don't lump me in with that.

And two, you haven't saved her from anything yet.

That's why I'm here.

What are you talking about?

You know an Agent Hendricks?

He's Internal Affairs.

I confessed to everything.

They've got nothing on Catherine.

He has a b*llet fired from her g*n and at you-know-who.

Exactly.

Which means what at first seemed like an open-and-shut case is now looking more and more like a cover-up with your daughter and her entire career in the middle of it.

All I care about is Catherine, just like you.

And I will do anything to help her, just like you.

An ex-beast liking my daughter is better than a real one, I guess.

How can I help?

Vincent?

He's on the couch.

Oh, my God, no, no, no, no!

How bad is it?

Bad. Very bad.

No pulse?

No, his pulse is fine, but someone tranqed him.

Who would do that?

You know damn well that if Cat tranqed him, she had good reason.

Yeah, slows down his vitals.

That's a good thing.

Any other reason come to mind?

Other than the fact that she seems to like sh**ting him lately?

JT, stop being nuts and just do your thing.

Get him what he needs.

Unbelievable.

I can't believe how everything's falling apart.

You know what you're doing, right?

Yes, I know what I'm doing.

Here, fill this syringe-- a thousand milligrams of ampicillin.

Okay?

Hold on, buddy.

Relax, okay?

You're doing great.

Relax? Tess, he could die.

You said he has a pulse.

He may be bleeding out.

But you brought blood.

But it may not be enough, and it's all my fault!

I mean...

What do you mean, it's your...?

How is this your fault?

Never mind.

What?! JT...

All right, you want to know?

It's because, if it wasn't for me, Vincent would have never even become a damn beast, okay?

You happy?

Muirfield didn't... choose him randomly.

I put his name on the list.

Yeah, me, his best friend.

When he went off to Afghanistan, I was doing clinical trials, and I came across a study the Army was working on for soldiers.

It sounded like a way to give Vincent an edge, to keep him safe in battles, so I gave Muirfield his name.

And they injected him.

I should've checked them out first, but I didn't.

None of this would've happened.

That's why you put your life on hold for him.

You think you owe him.

I do owe him.

Well, in that case, you know, I think you should take some responsibility for all the good he's done since.

You know, the bad guys he's stopped, the beasts, the people he's saved, including Cat.

You can't b*at yourself up without patting yourself on the back, too.

(gasps)

You're welcome.

Where's Catherine and Tori?

There doesn't seem to be much here except dust.

Doesn't seem like the place has been open in a while.

Tori: Then why'd they want it so badly?

That's what we're trying to figure out.

You sure they know about beasts?

Well, I didn't exactly say they did, but they certainly implied it, strongly.

But they saw you beast out.

I don't know.

I mean, if not, they at least saw what I... did.

So you're not sure?

Tori, if they don't know you're a beast and they don't know about beasts, then maybe this has nothing to do with beasts.

You know, you all but spit every time you say that word.

What word? "Beasts"?

Got issues?

Just keep looking.

For what?

I don't know.

Something that doesn't look valuable but is.

You know, just for the record, I didn't ask for your help.

I'm not helping you.

I'm helping Vincent.

Why, 'cause you feel badly for sh**ting at him?

You want to do this now?

Really?

Seriously, why are you still helping him?

I mean, you sh*t him, which punctuates a breakup like nothing else can, and now you're here helping him again. Why?

I don't know, okay?

Maybe it's habit, or-or guilt.

But what I do know is... the sooner I don't have to spend any more of my life dealing with... beasts...

What is it?

I'm not sure.

Alarm?

No, it's something else.

I think I might know.

And if I'm right, then you, we'll need alive.

But you, we won't.

For the record, I'm a cop.

A detective, actually.

Where's your shield?

I left it at home.

Hmm.

And your g*n?

(low growl)

If she so much as flinches or glows, sh**t.

I told you they knew about me.

We knew about your father.

We didn't know about you until this afternoon.

So what do you want?

To find out what her father is hiding in here.

Which is what?

That's what we were hired to find out.

By who?

"By whom."

That's a retinal scanner.

I'm assuming your father programmed it to work on him, but I'm thinking a genetic match will work, too.

So... look into it.

Won't work if you k*ll me.

True.

But what if I k*ll her?

(door unlocks)

(electronic trilling and beeping)

(whirring)

You first.

(grunting)

Tori!

Tori, let me out!

Stupid bitch! Open it!

Now!

(growls)

(roars)

(g*nshots)

(growls)

(thud)

(growling)

(grunting and groaning)

♪
♪ What a day to die trying ♪
♪ What a way to say good-bye ♪
♪ What a wonderful life now ♪
♪ All a lie Hurry, Vincent's hurt.

♪ What a way that you survive Vincent?

He saved me.

♪ What a way to say good night What do I do?

Call 911.

I got it.

♪ Hours, I cry ♪
♪ Bring on the evidence A man's been sh*t--

521 Chambers Street.

Please hurry.

What do I tell the ambulance when it gets here?

Tell them the truth.

Say they tried to k*ll you.

Say that they wanted to take the store.

♪ Bring on the evidence of my life ♪

Say Vincent saved you.

♪ Of my life ♪
♪ What a day to give a damn ♪
♪ What a day for Gone with the Wind♪

♪ Of my life.

Out of the way! Out of the way!

Man: Yeah, move it, move it!

Coming in hot!

Woman: 40cc's of adrenaline.

We got a g*nsh*t wound, lower left abdomen.

Patient in hypovolemic shock.

Get me four units of O-neg, stat!

I need an O.R.!

(sighs)

(siren wailing in distance)

(dogs barking)

(siren wailing in distance)

Tori: Hey.

Hey.

How you feeling?

Uh... like crap.

But you're going to be okay.

(grunts)

Do they know who I am?

They will.

Police came, they took your fingerprints.

Okay, I got to get out of here.

No, no, no, hey.

(grunts)

Do you?

Tori, we've been through this.

I know, but it's like you said.

Everything's changed.

Why not this, too?

I know you're afraid.

So am I.

But you-you've got nothing to be ashamed of.

Nothing to apologize for.

You-You've got a great story to tell.

Vincent Keller... w*r hero.

Nobody has to know our secret.

And they won't.

We can do this, Vincent.

Together.

♪ And I see a face ♪

(knocking)

Hey.

Hey.

I hope I didn't wake you.

No, um, actually I haven't even slept yet. Come on in.

I just wanted to let you know that Vincent's...

I know.

I called the hospital.

♪ You sit and choke on the good-byes ♪

So, what next?

I don't know.

I mean, they're gonna figure out who he is.

So I guess it's up to him.

And... to you.

Not it. Not anymore.

Something happened to me at Tori's store.

I guess I just realized why I've been feeling so responsible for him, why I can't move on.

Vincent saved my life.

And not just when my mom was k*lled.

But how many times since?

But you've saved his, too.

Yeah, I know, but...

I don't know.

Helping to save him this time, and maybe more importantly, watching him save Tori instead of me.

Just, I don't feel like I owe him anymore.

And yeah, it feels sad to let go, but... it is also kind of liberating.

Good for you.

♪ Its beauty starts to seep Welcome back.

Well, what about the b*llet?

What b*llet?

Listen, I wish I could take all the credit, but, honestly, I couldn't have done it without your father.

Like him or not, he really does care about you.

Trust me, the less you know about this, the better.

Besides, I'm really hoping that this is the end of all the cover-ups.

That we can finally start being... honest.

I would like that.

Me, too.

How about I buy you a fresh cup of coffee?

I would like that, too.

Ready?

Do I have a choice?

We can still run.

If that's what you want.

Nope.

I'm tired of running.

And besides, running almost got me k*lled.

And I am not ready to die yet.

Hey.

I'll be right behind you.

(reporters clamoring)

My name is Vincent Keller.

Can you tell us anything more?

(reporters clamoring)