03x02 - Primal Fear

[bunniefuu]

Previously on Beauty & the Beast...

I thought I lost you.

We're the people that just saved your friend's life.

How and why?

We used an experimental nanoplasma to trigger the molecule regeneration, known as the serum.

You agree to help us?

Help you do what?

In a world where science can create beasts, you shouldn't be surprised to learn that there's a lot worse things out there.

You were att*cked by I don't know what. It was unlike anything I've ever seen before.

Somehow, somebody's getting ordinary people-- innocents-- to do extraordinary things.

Things that nobody should be able to do!

(growling)

(grunting)

Vincent, wait. Listen to me.

You cannot k*ll him. He is an innocent!

If you do this, you will cross a line that you can never come back from, and, Vincent, we will lose everything.

(growling)

(sighs)

Will you marry me?

(gasps)

Hey.

(laughs)

♪

You okay?

Me? Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm just little out of breath, you know.

Probably need to work out more, beast out more.

Or maybe you saw your fiancé, and she just happened to take your breath away.

(laughs)

You really think highly of yourself, don't you, Miss Chandler?

(laughs) I do.

And you should, too.

Otherwise, you are a fool to move in with me.

I am no fool.

Are you sure things aren't moving too quickly for you?

Nah.

It's just-- getting engaged, moving in together, it's a lot.

Um...

I thought you were keeping this one in the houseboat?

No, no. No, I think you're thinking about the chrome one.

It doesn't quite go with the decor.

Do you mind if we just put it in storage for now?

Yeah, sure.

Good.

Uh, you know what, I just...

I just got to text JT and to make sure that he's coming along nicely with his miracle cure.

Still seems like a long sh*t-- he doesn't even know what saved him yet, does he?

No, but, uh... if JT can't replicate the healing properties in his blood, then, um, Agent Thomas may not survive.

And if he doesn't, we lose our chance to find out what he knew, which means more innocent people are going to be experimented on.

And more homicidal maniacs out on the loose, so let's hope JT comes through, huh?

Maybe Tess and I should sneak into Thomas' office, see what we can find.

No, it's way too dicey.

DHS didn't even know what Thomas was working on.

It might be our only sh*t.

Uh, what is that?

Uh, that is...

That is my-my flat screen.

Oh, it's quite large.

Uh, where were you thinking of putting it?

Right there above the fireplace.

And I was thinking maybe we could move the couches around.

Okay, if we move the couches, then the French doors would be blocked.

Yeah, but it's really hard to play video games when the sun's glaring off the screen, though, Cat, so...

Video games?

How loud are-are these video games?

'Cause sometimes I like to sit out here and do casework.

Also I emptied a drawer for you to put all of your bills and your paperwork in until we merge all of that stuff, too.

Uh, y-you know what?

I-I'm just gonna go and check on JT and see what's taking him so long.

Wait, don't forget your... keys.

Tess: Whoa, whoa, whoa-- what do you mean he just left?

Yeah, more like, "blurred"-- it's bizarre.

No, it's guys.

They're preternaturally built to bolt in the face of commitment.

Been there, done that.

That's what I'm worried about.

What if Vincent's having second thoughts?

What? You just said...

No, I know, but, I mean, come on.

You guys are like the frigging fairy tale, it's different.

What if the fairy tale's becoming too real?

I mean, one minute we're unpacking boxes, then the next he's running off to talk to JT about synthetic serums.

Whoa, whoa, isn't that what you wanted, though?

Him on board with the whole mythological mystery?

Finding your destiny, all that crap?

I don't know, maybe Vincent feels like I forced him into all of this.

You mean moving in?

No, I mean everything, including the mythological mystery.

Maybe he just needs some time, a-a little space.

A little space?

Tess, he's moving in with me.

By definition that means he is giving up space.

Just don't freak out, and try not to control the situation, either.

I don't try to control situations.

Really? Then what are we doing here, about to break into Homeland Security?

We are trying to figure out what Agent Thomas knew about Th-those freaky experiments, that's what.

Trying to save lives.

Okay, you know what, with the new captain coming, I'm a little bit more concerned with saving my own ass, and so should you.

But, no, we're here because when you want what you want...

Okay, look-- all you have to do is run interference.

I will sneak into Agent Thomas' office.

How the hell are you going to do that?

Isn't his office secured by...

I lifted Thomas' keycard from his room.

Just distract his boss, and I will handle the rest.

Like I said, when you want what you want...

Whatever Thomas and Barnett were working on, it was top secret.

♪

So they called 'em in for a briefing on Tuesday, and...

(knocks on door)

Man: Anyone in there? Hello?

Whoa...

You're on a spree, dude.

Got issues?

No.

I mean, yes.

You could do casework with all this noise, right?

Doing it right now.

I'm thinking about other ways to extract the miracle cure from my blood, even though I've got my first trial spinning in the hospital's centrifuge as we speak.

Just for that, I am gonna... save you.

Wow.

Why can't I do that?

Same reason you don't have to worry about beasting out on your fiancé.

I still can't work out what the hell that's about.

Panic att*ck, fear of commitment-- it's just guy stuff.

I don't know, guys do not beast out when they're moving in with their girl.

True, but that's how your primal brain shows fight or flight.

Damn it.

I suck at this.

Saved you again.

Fight or flight, huh?

News flash-- the male of the species ain't wired for commitment.

We're built to propagate, not cohabitate.

Come on, man, I can't tell Cat that.

(laughs) Of course not-- this is guy talk.

The whole living together thing only popped up 100,000 years ago.

But the primal brain still wants to roll solo.

Yeah, that's the problem.

You see, I-I'm having enough trouble controlling my primal brain as it is, hunting now who knows what.

Come to think of it, though, you're right, it did help when I changed the subject with her.

Sure, you get your adrenaline down, then your civilized brain, the part that controls your primal brain, takes over.

I mean, it's a slippery slope.

Okay, say after I move in with Cat, we get into some big fight, and I beast out, I can't control it.

She is the only one who can stop me from crossing that line, but if I'm beasting out now because of her, who's gonna bring me back?

Vincent, just talk to her about it, diffuse its power over you.

Just like I'm diffusing my fear by doing this.

Are you scared of computerized aliens?

No, Tess' brothers.

Macho cop brothers, too.

One of whom is having a birthday party at-- wait for it-- a sh**ting range.

Talk about your knuckle-dragging simians.

No offense.

Yeah.

So, what, you're trying to get better by playing a video game?

I'm just trying not to embarrass myself and, by extension, Tess.

Come on, man, don't worry about it-- just be yourself.

Still trying to figure out exactly who that is, especially after I got that miracle cure.

I just feel, I don't know, different, not myself.

Dude, you worry far too much.

Pot, meet Kettle. Kettle, Pot.

Just go talk to Cat, will you?

I'm telling you, it'll work out.

Damn.

Go home, sweep your woman off her feet, be the man she loves, not the beast you fear.

You'll be fine, trust me.

Go.

Okay, okay.

(sighs)

Room for one more?

(gasps) Vincent?!

Heather.

♪ Beauty and the Beast 3x02 ♪
Primal Fear
Original Air Date on June 18, 2015

It is all my fault.

I-I didn't see a thing, I swear.

Oh, God, this is so embarrassing.

Uh, sorry, y-you... you first.

No...

Whoa, whoa...

I-I didn't mean to make you cry.

It was a mistake.

No, no, it's not you, i-it's not.

I-It's, um...

It's Matthew.

Matthew?

Y-Your fiancé?

My ex-fiancé.

He just dumped me.

W-W-Why?

I don't know.

He just mumbled some lame excuse, but, uh, I guess it all boils down to-- he's afraid of commitment.

I just gotta move these boxes out of the way, okay?

I'm sorry, I don't... I don't mean to rain on your parade.

After all, I know you just got engaged.

(choked up): Congratulations, by the way.

Thanks.

So, uh...

So you're moving in, huh?

Yeah, yeah, you know what?

I'm-I'm trying to, anyway.

Well, what do you mean, "trying to"?

I, you know, I just, it's... uh, it's different, that's all.

Yeah, well, especially considering how long Cat's lived here by herself.

Good luck finding any space for your stuff.

(snarls quietly)

Sorry?

(coughs)

Just a little cough I got. Just...

Heather: Are you sweating?

Me?

No.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Wait a minute. This... this is all looking vaguely familiar to me.

Vincent, you're... you're not having second thoughts, are you?

No!

No, God-- no, no, no.

I mean... don't be ridiculous.

(phone ringing)

There isn't...

Excuse me.

Catherine. Yeah, we were just talking about you.

We? Who's "we"?

Vincent, don't tell her I'm here.

I mean, I-I-I was... was thinking about you.

(quietly): Why not?

No, I-I just don't want her to know what happened.

About the shower?

No, about me and Matthew.

Where are you?

Me? I'm-I'm at the apartment.

Catherine: Oh, that's great.

Are you unpacking?

No, actually, um, I was, I was hoping to surprise you.

I like the sound of that.

Well, I mean, don't tell her about the shower, either.

Catherine: Look, I think I found a lead at Agent Thomas' office.

(quietly): Why not?

"Why not?" What do you... what do you mean?

I mean, um...

I mean, what... what about the lead?

Catherine: Well, apparently, Thomas busted this ex-special forces guy a couple weeks ago-- a courier with Effective World-Wide Solutions.

Vincent: Okay.

Why do I know that name?

Catherine: Probably Afghanistan.

They traffic g*ns, missiles, contraband.

It could be that he's somehow connected to whoever's behind these experiments.

Could you meet me down here, in case I need beast backup?

Yeah, of course, no problem.

Oh! Oh, and can you also defrost some hamburger meat?

I was thinking of making us tacos tonight to celebrate our first night officially living together.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Okay, gotta go.

I-I gotta go.

Um, but I'm sorry to hear about you and, uh, Matth... Matthew.

(horn honks)

All right, so... whatever you do, leave the sh**ting to me.

You don't have to impress these bozos.

What about you?

I'm the little sister.

I can't impress them.

No, I mean what if I want to impress you?

By blowing up a paper target?

Or showing I'm back in the world, having fun, being the old JT.

Just be the old JT, that's all I care about.

Come here.

Let's go.

Fine.

(phone ringing)

JT: Hey. How'd it go?

Vincent: Not great.

I almost lost it again.

JT: Wait, what?

With Cat?

No. No, this time with Heather, after she was getting out of the shower.

Wait, Heather was in the shower?

What happened with Heather?

Vincent: Look, the point is, I'm not getting any better here, man, and now Catherine wants my help trying to track down one of Thomas' leads.

So?

So, I'm on primal red alert, here, man.

Would you just calm down?

Is he freaking out about moving in with Cat?

No, don't be silly.

Just stay focused, breathe, and, you know, don't beast out unless you absolutely have to, okay?

Okay.

I gotta go, I got my own problems.

Let's go.

Hey!

Not bad, not bad.

JT: Are your brothers watching me?

I feel like your brothers are watching me.

Ignore 'em, they're dicks.

Just relax.

Man: Uh, hold it.

Yeah, my bad.

Uh, he actually has to use my service revolver.

JT: Whoa.

Why?

Uh, team g*n.

Edward says those are the rules, so...

This is your service revolver?

You know what, JT?

It's just like a tranq.

Just point and sh**t.

You got this.

Okay...

(exhales)

(laughing)

JT: Point and sh**t?

I was hanging on for dear life.

All right, all right, all right.

Try aiming low.

Use the kickback to help hit something, anything.

(sighs)

You know what?

Maybe he should try pin the tail on the donkey?

You're such a jerk. You know that, right?

What?

We're just having a little fun.

Look, besides, Professor's gonna have to get used to it, especially if I get promoted to next captain.

You're interviewing?

Yeah.

Why not?

125th could use a good one after everything it's been through.

Know anybody that could do better?

Hell, even I could do better.

You?

Yeah.

Oh, my God, please, Tess. Give me a break.

Look, no offense, but sleeping with your old boss doesn't make you qualified to be one, so...

(g*nshots)

Brother: Not bad, buddy, not bad.

You owe your sister an apology, birthday boy.

(car horns honking)

Vincent: You sure this is the right address?

Catherine: Maybe it's a front, or intentionally off the grid.

Are you all right?

Me? Yeah, why?

You hardly said two words on the ride over here.

I'm just a little anxious, you know, about what we may find in here.

I don't know, it's a bit of a slippery slope lately, you know, with beasting out.

I don't want to do it unless I absolutely have to.

Don't worry, I'll save you.

(Vincent sighs)

Looks like someone b*at us to the punch.

Can't be a coincidence.

Who else would be looking for this courier?

I don't know, but whoever it is, I think they're still here.

We're definitely not alone.

Vincent.

It's Douglas, the courier Agent Thomas busted trying to track down whoever's behind these experiments.

(hisses)

His forehead's hot to touch, like he's been electrocuted, but I can't see any sign of entry wounds.

How's that possible?

I don't know.

Maybe we ought to ask whoever's watching us.

Hey!

Police! Stop!

Freeze!

He's gone. No sign of him.

Yeah, well, there's no sign how he overloaded all this, either.

Wasn't pre-rigged, neither were the outlets.

Which means?

He's gotta be one of those experiments.

How so?

Well, the common denominator has gotta be electricity, right?

I mean, the circuit breaker, overhead lights, this guy.

Ionic currents, they flow into the brain's neurons causing voltage fluctuations; in, uh, plain terms, thinking.

So, the courier's brain was overloaded, just like everything else?

I don't know.

I mean, that's the only way I can think of explaining it.

But if it's true, then that guy's gotta be one of these "worse threats" that Thomas keeps warning us about, right?

Damn it, I should've tried to stop him.

I just, uh...

I'm sorry, you know, I'm a little... g*n-shy at the moment.

Do you want to talk about it?

Uh, no.

Not right now.

Anyway, it's my problem, not yours.

We're engaged.

We're moving in together, Vincent.

Your problems are now my problems, too.

Okay.

I know, but I think maybe we should just focus on catching this guy before... before he hurts anyone else.

Can you track him, follow him?

I can try.

No, there's too much electrostatic noise all around him.

I... I can't.

But maybe I could track where he came from.

Come on.

(monitor beeping steadily)

I'm just trying to survive, like you.

I tracked down the courier who was supposed to give me my medicine, but apparently you intercepted it, Agent Thomas.

Now, I need to know where it is.

I need to know who you gave it to, or we'll both die.

Who'd you give it to?

(screams)

Okay, three bull's-eyes is no fluke, JT.

What, can't a guy defend his girl's honor?

Yes, and I loved it, too.

Especially the slack-jawed look on my stupid brothers' faces afterwards.

Still, you couldn't even hit the target before, let alone three head sh*ts.

Yeah, I know.

What?

I don't know. I guess I can't help wondering-- worrying-- whether or not the medicine Agent Thomas used to save me had a few... side effects.

Well, I never heard of side effects that turn people into sharp sh**t.

Yeah?

Heard of side effects that turn people into Spider-Man?

Like that Wall Street guy who climbed up buildings and nearly forced Vincent into permanent primal mode?

So, what are you saying?

That the medicine they used on you made you one of the experiments?

Just 'cause you hit a lousy target? Come on.

Hey, you're the one who said it wasn't a fluke.

Thank you.

You're just being paranoid.

So, what else is new?

You never give yourself any credit, JT-- you know that?

You always sell yourself short. Don't.

You stood up for me.

That was you.

Not some crazy-ass medicine.

Well, I didn't like the way they were treating you.

You know what?

You could be captain.

Yeah, right.

No, I'm serious, Tess.

You're smart, respected by all the other cops.

Plus, you know that precinct better than anyone.

You would be great.

I don't think so.

Now who's selling themselves short?

(cell phone ringing)

Weird.

It's Vincent's hospital.

Why are they calling so late?

I don't know. Forbes.

He's not here.

Obviously spent a lot of time here though.

Alton Finn.

Looks like he was a mini-celebrity in the tech world.

Although someone who doesn't have much time to live.

Take a look at this.

It's a brain tumor.

And looks like it's spreading.

From what I can see, it looks like it's inoperable from where it's located.

Although... according to these notes, it looks like Alton has found a way to excise it.

I don't understand.

Why would anyone want to experiment on him?

How could he become extraordinary if he's dying?

I don't know.

See these?

The tumor's tentacles are expanding into uncharted areas of his brain.

And activating regions in impossible ways.

I guess giving him the ability to...

Overload electricity?

It's what Neuroprosthetics is based on, right?

The ability of the brain to control objects wirelessly.

And in Alton's case, this tumor is allowing him to take that to the next level.

So, whoever's behind these experiments, they're trying to see how far they can evolve the brain, what it can do?

I guess.

It's unbelievable, right?

But why is Alton doing this?

Why would he hunt down the courier and fry his brain?

Unless the courier is just the go-between to whoever's experimenting on Alton.

You said Effective World-Wide Solutions were in the business of illicit goods, right?

Yeah, but more like arms, weapons.

Okay, well, Muirfield were experimenting on me with a serum to turn me into a w*apon.

So, maybe Alton was getting a serum, too.

But it was cut off when Agent Thomas intercepted it.

Who then gave it to JT.

(line ringing)

Come on, come on, JT.

Hey, big guy.

Uh, JT, where are you?

Me? I'm at the hospital.

Got a call my miracle medicine's ready to try.

Okay, who called you, JT?

Who are you? Whoa, hey, hey!

(thuds)

JT, are you there?

JT Forbes?

What do you want?

I want to live.

Even if you have to die.

Ow!

Whoa.

Don't piss me off.

Okay, okay.

Wait. How'd you do that?

Stage 4 neuroblastoma.

Buried in my cerebellar nuclei.

Giving me the ability to do some crazy-ass things.

Stage 4?

How are you even still alive?

Same reason you are... apparently. The medicine.

I was sent a dose, promised another...

Wait, what? What medicine?

The one that was meant for me, but went to you.

The one that saved your life.

Now, you'd better hope your version saves me, too.

So, it is the same serum.

Well... how can you be so sure it'll save you?

Because it saved you.

But if the serum was meant for you, then you were a guinea pig, which means... maybe it reacts differently in you, maybe it was meant to supercharge your-your, uh, tumor cells to see what would happen...

Ow!

(grunting)

It's supposed to heal me.

You understand?

That's what they promised.

That's what's gonna happen.

(siren wailing)

JT's still not answering.

How long to the hospital in this traffic?

At least ten.

Call Tess.

What? Are you kidding?

She'll send in the whole cavalry to save JT.

You've seen what Alton can do.

We are on our own, Cat.

I'm good with that. Are you?

Uh, meaning?

Vincent, be honest. Something is bothering you.

And you're talking to everyone else about it but me.

That's not true.

(cell phone rings)

JT?!

Heather: Vincent! Hi, it's me.

Heather?

Hey. Are you all right?

I, uh, I've been worried about you ever since you left.

"Left"? Left where?

Cat?

I can explain.

Heather, where are you?

And why are you worried about Vincent?

I'm in your apartment.

Didn't Vincent tell you I was back in town?

You told me not to tell her.

No, I told you not to tell her about the shower.

"Shower"?

What the hell is going on?

Uh, it's just like, uh, a misunderstanding.

He was only trying to reassure me.

In the shower?

No!

Yes.

No! No! I mean no! I...

Is this a bad time?

Yes!

No!

See? I knew you two were having problems.

Okay, Heather, hang up now.

Okay.

But trust me, you just be patient, all right?

You two are awesome.

And... uh... Hello?

Okay, so, you talked to my sister, but not to me?

Catherine, that is not what happened, okay? (cell phone ringing)

Heather! Please, not now, okay?!

Where's JT?

Both: Tess.

Yeah, he just pocket dialed me, but I can't get through to him.

Is he all right? I'm worried.

No, um... we think that he may have been taken hostage at the hospital.

What?! Why?

We'll know more when we get there.

We'll be there in ten.

All right. I'm on my way.

Just come alone!

We don't want anyone else to get hurt.

All right.

Vincent? if you are having second thoughts about us...

I'm not having second thoughts, okay? I swear.

I love you. You know that.

Okay, then what the hell is going on?!

What is the problem?

Apparently, uh, moving in with you is causing me to have a few, uh.... p-primal issues, if you know what I mean.

Oh! Oh, good.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

I'm glad that it's nothing big.

Yeah.

(engine revs, tires screech)

Oh!

How'd you even know I was making a synthetic?

Agent Thomas told me.

Reluctantly.

After the courier who was supposed to deliver me my next dose told me that Thomas intercepted it from him.

"Reluctantly"?

All I'm saying is maybe we should be focusing on the courier, right?

I mean, maybe he can lead us to whoever's making this stuff.

Well, I k*lled him before he could tell me anything.

Sometimes I-I-I push too hard.

I lose control.

Sounds like a friend of mine.

Pain's getting worse, isn't it?

You seeing white flashes, too?

Yeah.

With increased frequency?

Yeah, you know what?

Can you stop stalling?

Just give me the...

I'm not stalling!

I'm just saying even if this does work, it's only one dose, and, as you said, if-if the tumor is inoperable, then it only gives you time.

This could save Agent Thomas.

Give me the damn serum, now!

(electrical crackling)

Maybe if JT beast out, it'll calm him down.

Unless the serum makes his tumor grow, which is obviously what they want.

Vincent, you can't k*ll him.

Otherwise we'll have even bigger primal problems.

Alton's still an innocent.

Not if he hurts JT.

What's going on?

Some maniac's gone nuts in there!

I don't know what the hell he's doing!!

(electrical crackling)

(people screaming)

JT!

(people shouting)

Damn it!

Vincent!

Sorry... it's too late.

There's no more serum.

No?

It's still in your blood, isn't it?

I can't hold it much longer!

What's going on?

You got to help me clear this place.

Where's JT?

He's with the maniac who's supposed to have that miracle cure.

Tess: All right, I know how to clear the room.

Get everyone out of here! Now! Move!

(growling)

Go! Go!

(JT grunts, groans)

Vincent, what are you gonna do?

What do you think I'm gonna do. Save JT.

Let us save him.

You're already on the primal edge.

I can't worry about that right now.

You can't go one on one with Alton. You've seen what he's capable of.

Okay, but maybe going primal is the only way to stop him.

All right, Alton's tumor allows him to overload brain waves, right?

But a primal brain is much simpler.

It has hardly any brain waves.

So, in theory, I'm not gonna be as vulnerable.

Vincent, you can't even move in with me without losing control.

Maybe we have to trust him, Cat.

Can't.

We both have too much to lose.

(groans)

Go!

JT!

I don't think Vincent can stop Alton, not without...

I know, I know.

Tess, you got to get JT as far away from Alton as possible.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna try and save both of them.

Go! Hurry!

Come on, come on.

Stop!

You're gonna k*ll each other, is that what you want?

Listen to me-- you have the power to fight whoever turned you into this, both of you do, but not if you k*ll each other.

Don't lose yourself, don't lose who you really are and what really matters to you!

Tumor's buried in the occipital lobe reaching into the fourth ventricle.

How's he supposed to get that out?

Heck, I don't know, but he's got to try.

Okay, tell the surgeon I'm sending him a scan and a roadmap on how to proceed.

Who did the map?

The patient.

It's a long story, please, just go.

Is he gonna be okay?

I don't know.

He's scared, you know, but he's got a fighting chance, but it's a pretty risky operation.

But at least it's a chance.

And, in success, he'll be able to undo whatever it is they did to him.

I'd envy that.

I don't know-- I guess I got to learn how to live with it, huh?

We both do.

Hey, don't you ever get tired of having to talk me down like that?

Yes, I do, but "for better or worse," remember?

Still time to run away.

We're only engaged.

Engaged to be married.

I'm not that easy to get rid of.

Okay, I'm counting on that.

I'm gonna go check in on Tess and JT, do you want to come?

You know what, I'd love to, but I got to go check in on Agent Thomas.

Apparently, he's awake now.

So, JT came through after all.

Yeah, yeah.

So, hopefully that means we'll find out a little bit more about whoever's behind these experiments.

I'll see you at home?

Yeah, I'll see you at home.

(machine beeping rhythmically)

How's he doing?

He's better.

Don't ask me how, but he is.

Okay, good.

Thanks.

Agent Thomas-- how you feeling today?

Like I've been hit by a truck.

Agent Barnett?

I'm sorry, he-he d*ed last week.

You got to stop this.

You have to find out who's behind it.

Okay, then you need to help us.

You need to tell us anything you know, whoever you think is behind this.

I don't know.

That's why we needed you-- we couldn't figure it out.

Okay, what about the courier?

The one that you intercepted to get the medicine to save my friend-- who sent him?

I don't know.

We were working on some leads... (gasps)

Okay, it's all right, take it easy, take it easy.

You've been through a lot.

Where'd your friend get the serum to save me?

He made it.

With his own blood from what you saved him with.

Be careful.

Of what?

Of your friend.

Okay? It may have healed him, but it's all part of the same serum, the same experiment.

Okay, what do you mean?

(labored breathing)

Agent Thomas, what do you mean?

Okay, okay, just breath easy.

Relax.

Breathe easy.

♪

Damn it.

You're better than me, too.

Well, in fairness, I am a cop.

Well, still, I've been playing this game for years.

Are you sure this is your first time?

JT, it's just a game, okay?

Plus, you nearly d*ed again, so there's that.

I know, I know, but...

But what?

I'm just confused, I guess.

Okay.

On one hand, whatever saved me saved Agent Thomas, too.

On the other hand, if it's connected to the experiments, I keep wondering if...

You should be some kind of superhuman, too.

Yeah, kind of.

Look, we've been over this.

All I know is that when you stood up to my brothers, that was you, not some crazy-ass serum, you.

How can you be sure?

I've been with you long enough to know who you really are, okay?

You know, you might present yourself as this cliché nerdy professor...

(laughs sarcastically)

Thanks a lot.

But you're more than that.

A lot more.

Why can't you just accept that?

I don't know, maybe because I've spent half my life being the cliché nerdy professor?

Well, look, I hate to burst your bubble, JT, but, like I said, you sell yourself short.

No, I don't.

Yes, you do.

And you know what?

What?

Because of you, and how much you inspired me, I'm actually thinking of throwing my hat in the ring.

Wait, for captain?

Yeah.

What?!

I mean, I totally won't get it, but, like, I have to do something to avoid having to work for my brother.

Good for you.

Thanks.

I owe it all to you.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, in that case, can you teach me how the hell to sh**t?

All right, all right, all right.

Okay.

Just relax your shoulders a little.

Damn.

Nerdy cliché professor's dream.

Look at that, see that? Shh.

What?!

You got to focus.

(knocking on door)

Cat?

Over here.

Hey.

Hey.

Mad at me?

For showering with my fiancé?

(laughs) Just kidding.

Vincent explained it to me.

Finally.

I should have called you, let you know I was coming back in town.

Yeah, well, one thing's for sure-- you're gonna have to turn over your key.

Man in the house.

I hope.

What? You don't have to worry about Vincent.

He loves you so much, Cat, okay?

Nothing's ever gonna get in the way of that.

Yeah, sometimes I'm not so sure.

How can you say that?

Especially after everything you guys have been through.

Fighting beasts and bad guys is one thing, this normal stuff is hard.

(laughs)

It's supposed to be.

That's how you find out whether or not you're supposed to be married.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I just realized, we haven't even had a chance to talk about...

No, it's... it's okay.

Really.

I mean, honestly, I'm relieved.

I barely even knew Matthew when we got engaged.

It's the wrong time to be impulsive, I guess.

Besides, compared to what you and Vincent have, Matthew and I didn't even come close.

Uh, I'm not interrupting, am I?

No, I was just leaving.

Oh, and I'm staying at Janet's, so call me.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

You're not packing up my stuff, are you?

No, I'm packing up my things.

Making some room for you.

Including your really ugly lamp.

There. Happy?

I got that thing at a garage sale.

Really?

Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, I am.

You know, if you're okay with talking me down from this ledge sometimes, too.

Well, if it makes you feel any better, this commitment stuff scares me, too.

Yeah, but you don't beast out.

Yeah, but you haven't seen me in the mornings much, yet.

Well, then, I guess we'll both have to take our chances.

Vincent, we've got to learn to talk to each other better about the stuff that bothers us, especially now that we're going to be living together.

I know.

I know you're right.

And I-I wanted to talk to you about it, I did, but I just...

I was just so afraid that I'd scare you off.

Never.

Living together, being engaged-- it's not just about the perks.

And that's a big adjustment for me, too.

Right.

But maybe we could just focus on the perks?

No.

Unless you have something specific in mind.

Do you want to play a video game?

Do you want me to break your lamp?

Mm, sounds good.

(laughs)

(cell phone rings)

Mm, no.

No, don't. Don't.

Don't answer it, Catherine.

Please.

Mm.

Ah, yes.

(phone rings)

(groans)

Don't.

No, no.

No.

It's Tess.

Hey, what's going on?

You better get back to the hospital.

The hospital? What happened?

Somebody sh*t Agent Thomas.

He's dead.