Beauty and the Beast (2012–2016): Season 1, Episode 16 - Insatiable - full transcript

- From the moment we met...
- We knew our lives

would never be the same.

He saved my life.

And she saved mine.

We're destined.
But we know it won't be easy.

Muirfield is still out there

and they want me dead.

Even though we have
every reason to stay apart.

We'll risk it all
to be together.

I am so in love with you.

Previously on
Beauty & the Beast...



I'd like you to meet my brother.
This is Darius.

It's your finger
on the trigger.

Darius,

- I killed him.
- If you didn't

act when you did,

Heather would be dead.

ADA Lowan and I have been

working together
since the beginning.

Consolidated into a new unit,

the sole purpose:
the apprehension and prosecution

of the son of a bitch
known as "the vigilante."

And, yes, this is personal.

With this task force,

things aren't gonna
end so well for me.



If we're together,

we can overcome anything.

♪ Love...

♪ Is thick

♪ Like blood

♪ Like honey...

You're here.

Uh, yeah. Where else would I be?

If you were like a lot of other
guys out there, miles from here.

Come on.

No guy
in his right mind would...

Yeah, I know how to pick 'em.

Hey.

I meant that past tense.

So...

did we do all of this?
Wasn't Muirfield.

Right.

Here, let me help.
No, it's fine.

No, it's okay.

Are you okay?

Yeah. You?

I'm okay if you're okay.

I'm great. I just, uh...

I can't actually believe
that we did this.

Yeah, it's-it's fine.
It's just... stuff.

No, no... I meant, um,
that we... you know.

Oh. Yeah.

I'm only saying it because I
wasn't sure if we could, but...

Well, we can.

Yes, we can.

You know what?
I think we should just...

stop cleaning.
I hate cleaning.

Mmm, me, too.

♪

♪ Two hearts fading

♪ Like a flower

♪ And all this waiting

♪ For the power

♪ For some answer

♪ To this fire

♪ Sinking slowly

♪ The water's higher, mmm

♪ Desire

♪ Desire...

This is so bad.
What's so bad about it?

I'm just... I'm
in so much trouble.

The last time something like
this happened, I... Disaster.

Wait, something like this
has happened to you before?

Okay, not-not
exactly like this.

Just, um...

the last time I really
liked a guy...

Hm. "Liked"?

Okay, after what
we just did, you...

you really don't need to be
fishing for compliments.

No, I'm clarifying.
Oh.

Stop looking at
me like that

because I have a job now,
and I can't be dopey at it.

How am I looking at you?

Like I never want
to leave this bed.

Uh-oh.

No, don't say "uh-oh."

You've got two missed calls

and five texts
from Tess,

Evan and Joe.

From an hour ago.

We've got deep lacerations
on the vic's face.

Or what's left of it.
Looks like our killer again.

The vigilante is
upping his game.

We can't be sure yet.
I'll need to do

a full workup
in the morgue before

I can confirm anything.
Do it.

How did we not catch this guy
before he killed again?

We're working
on it, boss.

We narrowed down
a list of suspects.

Mostly felons who live
in the area.

Sorry.
You're late.

It's Saturday. I went
for a run without my phone.

For three hours?

Training for a marathon.

I've wasted a lot of breath

over the past few months
on whatever's

gotten you so preoccupied.

I suggest you get
your mind unoccupied

and get back
in the game.

You're part
of an elite team

now, Chandler. Act like it.

We sure this was our guy?

You know something we don't?

Murder happened out in the open.

It's not his M.O.

And like I told Tess
before you showed up,

he's upping his game.

Was he in the process

- of committing a crime?
- No.

In prior cases, it's been clear.
At least... it's been

clear to me
that he has some sort

of vigilante complex.

He only strikes when an assault
is being perpetrated

against an innocent victim.

Carriage driver had priors, Cat.

But he wasn't in the act of...

And what is your answer
to the brutality

of the crime fitting
his M.O. to the T?

Have we considered
the possibility

that it might be a copycat?

You come up with that theory on
your three-hour run, Chandler?

Give it a rest, Garnett.

Kiss my ass, Vargas.

Guys.

- Guys.
- ADA Lowan.

All right, listen up.
Good news.

I know our hands have
been tied, to a degree,

but not anymore.

The Feds have given us
full funding

to catch this monster
with whatever means necessary.

Let's bring in the suspects
we've been circling,

turn up the heat.

I want this guy behind bars.

Make our city safe again.

Best way to make people
feel safe is to eliminate

the problem--
let's kill this bastard.

Is that the police chief
talking or a victim's brother?

We need him alive,
and we will prosecute him

to the full extent of the law.

And the full extent of the law's
at the end of my barrel.

Listen to me, Lieutenant.

If we become vigilantes,

then we are no better
than this guy.

And I will prosecute any
vigilantes equally-- understood?

Can I have a
word, Detective?

Yeah.

Something have you
questioning this one?

Based on my case experience,

the vigilante doesn't kill
innocent people.

I'm not saying
he's a saint,

but he did save a woman
from being raped.

What about Joe's brother?

And how convinced are you

that this isn't the work
of the vigilante?

Based on the messiness
of the crime scene

and the amount of blood...

he's usually more efficient
than that.

Do I detect a tone of...

...admiration?

You detect a note of skepticism.

I'm worried that we all
want to catch this guy

so badly that we're willing
to overlook the facts

on the ground.

I wanted you
on this task force, Chandler.

I thought your life experience

would've sharpened
your world view.

Maybe it's only clouded it.
I thought your life experience

I don't need a debate
on this one; I need a team.

Okay, I am trying...
I want our killer in custody.

And if you value
your position

on this task force, I expect

you'll play an important
role in his capture.

♪ Beauty and the Beast 1x16 ♪
Insatiable
Original Air Date on March 21, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

Did you find any
cross-species DNA

on the carriage
driver's body?

Something that might help
tie this to the vigilante?

There was no DNA, period.

The crime scene was absent
of any other DNA.

Okay, so that proves it.
The absence of evidence

isn't the presence of proof,
Catherine.

I can't ignore
the markings

that I've observed on the torso

and the face that look a
lot like claw scrapings.

I still need to run
some other tests

to see if it compares
to other cases.

Well, shouldn't you just
go to Joe

and-and let him know
that you have doubts?

You know that doubt
won't be enough for Joe.

Until you have something
more concrete.

Look, Cat, if I told
Joe that this murder

was the work of
a something out there

whose DNA isn't
entirely human,

he'd likely have me packing up
my things by tomorrow.

I thought you were gathering
evidence to prove that.

And to seek absolution
from this crime,

you really want me to suggest
that the man who killed

Joe's brother might
not be a man at all?

No.
No, I understand. I have to...

bring them something more
than just a hunch.

Like you said--
something concrete.

Look, you know I'll support you

if your theory turns out
to be true, but...

I'm a scientist at heart.

I go where the
evidence leads me.

I wouldn't expect anything less.

They didn't find your
DNA at the crime scene, but...

the vic had slash marks
on his body

oddly similar
to your claws.

Obviously someone's
trying to set me up.

Seems like it.

It's too close
to be a coincidence.

Somebody knows your patterns.

But who would want to do that?

The only thing I can
think of is Muirfield,

but there's no way
they'd want to draw

outside attention
to me like this.

Yeah, not when they're
trying to cover you up.

It doesn't make sense.
I don't know who else it could be.

Here we are starting
our relationship

and someone is already
trying to destroy us.

Well, you know,
they won't be the last ones.

Stupid of me to think,
even for a moment,

that the outside
world doesn't exist.

That we could hole up,
stay in bed,

order-order take-out, and
talk grade point averages.

Catherine, come on,
it's not stupid.

You're not the only one

guilty of wishful
thinking, okay?

You know, I spent all day
searching for a place

for you and me
to be alone together,

while half the city
is trying to hunt me down.

We have to promise

not to make each other careless.

It's just when I'm
with you, I...

I feel strong,

like... I can take them all on.

Are you sure?

Because, in this life,

you're constantly looking
over your shoulder.

Yes.

Okay, then you're right.

We are stronger together
than we are apart.

We have to find
something to clear you.

Look, even if we prove
that I didn't kill

this carriage driver,
we have to try and catch

this guy that's
trying to set me up.

Okay, first things first.

Evan didn't find any DNA,

so we have to find
something else.

Okay.

Vincent, this is

our life now.

And if that means
we're gonna have to fight

every day to keep it,
then that's what we'll do.

But I am not gonna
beat myself up for being happy.

After everything we've been
through, I'm not gonna do that.

You're amazing, you know that?

You are-- you have
absolutely no fear.

I should be afraid.

We both should.

You have no idea
how passionate Joe is,

how vengeful.

He thinks you killed
his brother in cold blood.

He's not gonna stop until...

Yeah, he catches me,
I understand.

No, he doesn't
just want to catch you.

He wants to kill you.

I think I might've
just found something

that'll set him
on a different course.

We have an assignment for you.

Muirfield.
Agent Kyle, was it?

Kyle's fine.

There's no reason for you and I

to be formal any longer.

We're on the same team.

So my assignment is...?

Do whatever you can
to keep this police Task Force

from catching the vigilante.

More like serial killer

after last week's maulings.

But I thought your main goal
was to apprehend him?

For us to apprehend him.

And you and I both know

this thing is
a lot more than a "him."

But it's paramount
we get there first.

If the police catch it,
they'll bring it into custody,

and put it through
a very public justice system.

And Muirfield will be exposed.

And the world will know

about your
colossal mistake.

So you want me
to tamper with evidence?

If need be.

Will that be a problem
for you, Dr. Marks?

Not if it's the only way
to make sure

that everyone's safe
from this ever happening again.

Excellent.

This cab's taken.

Find yourself another ride.

It's a spike from a medieval
weapon called a morning star.

Based on the crime
scene I saw,

that is definitely part
of the murder weapon.

So that's one of the spikes
from the star?

Yep. Uh, my buddy from
the history department

said it came into
widespread use around

the beginning
of the 14th century.

Okay, whoever this person is

who's trying to set you up,
they are definitely psychotic.

Who would go to these lengths
to try and set me up?

I don't know,
but, uh, there's an insignia

on the underside

of the spike.

Here.

Did your friend
know what it meant?

No, but he gave me

the name of an antiquities
dealer in Williamsburg.

Said this guy knows everything
about medieval weaponry.

Okay, take a picture of it

and go see him,
and I'll take that

to Evan.

He won't be able
to deny the truth

that the vigilante had nothing

to do with this murder.

♪

So, did you pick up your vest?

I did, yeah.

- What do you think?
- It's real nice.

Vargas, have a minute?

Yeah, give me
a second, boss.

I'm having a buckle problem.

That can wait.
Oh, see, you say that,

but you won't be
the one on a raid

with her pants at her ankles.

Coming.

What's up?
Look, I, uh,

I appreciate your support
on this, Tess.

Always, Joe.

Which is why I told Gabe

you'd check the cold
leads on the vigilante.

But we're about to head out
on some sweeps.

I know.

I need you on this instead.

Are you kidding?

You're sidelining me?

Having me follow up
with a bunch of kooks?

Gabe wants every tip
we've received followed up.

It's not a bogus assignment,

no matter what that
scowl on your face says.

The sooner you get started,

the sooner you'll be finished.

Are you punishing me 'cause Cat

was late to the crime scene?

'Cause she's questioning

whether this attack
was even our killer?

I told you, she's not
my partner anymore.

Not in the mood to argue
with you, Vargas.

Just 'cause we have...

what we have, does not mean
you can question my authority

here at work.

I'm questioning you as my boss.

I see.

Okay. So then, as your boss,

I say do your damn job.

Let's go.

This is the Waxford Insignia,

most probably
from the Spike Mace Club.

Waxford was a weapons dealer
in England at the turn

of the 14th century.

How many of these
are still in existence?

Are you two cops?

Investigators.

We work with cops.

There's probably ten
to 15 left in the world.

Any in New York?

I'd guess three or four.

Next to Berlin, New York's

the mecca for arcane weaponry.

Is there any way
we might be able to find the guy

that owns that piece?

I thought you
were investigators.

So... investigate.

Listen, man,

um, I'm a really
nice guy, okay, but...

you see my, uh...

my friend over there,

he can get a little
aggressive if he's set off.

So why don't you just
do us all a favor

and give us a list
of the collectors

in New York City, huh?

Actually, these only
go up for sale

at high-end auction houses,

so...

give me a few minutes,

and I'll print
a list out for you.

That'd be great.

♪

So, absent of any DNA
at the crime scene,

I give you the
murder weapon.

Or at least a piece of it.

Is that concrete
enough to bring to Joe?

Where'd you find this?

You searched the crime scene,

but how closely did you look

at the carriage or the horse?

This way, you don't have to show

the cross-species evidence

to prove that we're
hunting the wrong guy.

You're going a long way
to protect this thing.

I'm trying to find
the real killer.

Is that what this is?

What else would it be?

I found cross-species

DNA on your scarf.

What?

You left it here.

So you tested it?

It would explain
why you've been lying

to me all these months.

About the bike messenger attack,

about chasing it in the subway;
why it saved you.

Evan, you can't
really think that I...

Are you harboring
this thing, Catherine?

Evan, you are way out of line.

Well, what the hell is its DNA
doing on your scarf?

How many vigilante crime scenes

have I been at?
It is not a vigilante.

It's a murderer.

A creature, Catherine.

Evan, you know me.

You know that I would
never do anything

to hurt myself or anyone else.

Don't you?

Did you examine Tess's clothes?

Or your own?

We have been chasing
this thing for months.

Why wouldn't we have

trace evidence of him
on any of us?

Catherine, all... all I want
is your honesty.

When did we stop
believing each other?

Whatever you're going through,
it's not too late.

I will protect you.

Everything I've ever done was
to protect you.

You want me to believe
that you going behind my back,

stealing my personal belongings,
is-is because you have my back?

I just want the truth.

The truth is,
the vigilante saved your life.

Cat, if... if I find out

that you're helping
this thing...

Well, just know this:

I will do whatever it takes
to get him.

I understand.

I left my scarf behind
because my head was...

somewhere else,
and-and Evan tested it.

So, Evan knows you're
connected to Vincent?

I don't know what he can prove,
but he definitely believes it.

He basically warned me that,
if I was protecting you,

he would take matters
into his own hands.

So, if Evan now knows there's
a connection between us...

And the ADA's got access

to every surveillance camera
in the city...

And Joe's got a couple of loose
cannons in Garnett and Newell,

who won't let a few little laws
get in their way...

they are going to find you,
Vincent.

And soon.

Please, tell me you guys found
something that'll help.

Uh, well, uh, JT and I
checked out every antique buyer

who ever bid on one
of these kinds of weapons...

And came up with nothing.

Okay, as much
as we have to catch this guy,

I think we're out of time.

We let too many people
get close.

We may have passed the point
of no return without ever

realizing it.

What, so, you think
there's no way

of covering everything up
this time?

I want to stay and fight,
I do, but...

I don't know.

All of the evidence
is eventually going

to lead them right here,

and your DNA is on everything.

Okay, wait-- what if

the only way
for all of us to be free

is to give them what they want?

And what's that?

Me.

Nearly the same height,
same weight.

He doesn't look anything
like Vincent.

Sorry, the selection of cadavers
at the research lab

wasn't up
to your standards.

Okay, how long has
this guy been dead?

Judging from the smell,
I'd say a month.

One problem.

When Evan does
his autopsy,

he's going to know that
this body didn't die in a fire.

I'm gonna switch the samples in
the lab after the examination.

I'm doing a lot
of things I shouldn't be.

- I'm breaking a lot of laws.
- What other options do we have?

Aside from magically producing
our medieval killer--

which only solves half
the problem anyway--

this is the only way to get
everyone off Vincent's trail.

Make me disappear.

To the rest of the world anyway.
Dead, gone.

Okay, no one gets hurt?
No. We'll start the fire in here,

it'll spread quickly, then,
with all the equipment...

And all the other chemicals
I have...

This place will be
burnt to a crisp

before anyone even arrives.

I can even track
your beast-hunting A Team

so that when we set the blaze,
they're far enough away.

Then if we time the tip-off call
right, the only person left

in this place,
when it's burnt down, will be

dead for a month.

Okay, we just need
to figure out

how much Evan really knows
about my connection to Vincent.

See who else
he's told.

I get it.
I'm the only one he trusts.

Okay, I'm off.

Okay, if something
goes wrong.

We'll meet up
at the safe haven.

Just don't get the task force
here too early.

We want everything good
and charred.

Okay?

Okay.

Yeah, I told the cops
everything I saw.

All right, well, tell me again.

You were behind the counter,
guy's got a gun on you.

Yeah.
Then, all of a sudden,

he's knocked
into the soda fridge.

Yeah, that guy
saved my life,

your vigilante.

Did you get a good look at him?

Like, more than
the picture shows?

Not really, but you know,
now that I think of it...

Yeah?

I don't know, there was
something weird about his face.

It was, uh, full of veins.

That's normal. You said he was angry.
No.

But his face was covered
with veins.

Like-- I don't know--
like an animal maybe.

Based on several interviews,
I'm seeing a pattern emerge.

What do you got?

Listen, you may not
want to hear this,

but you did order me
to conduct these interviews.

Tell me.

Cat might not be so off track
after all.

The vigilante might not be

the coldblooded killer
we think he is.

Except he murdered my brother.

Yes, of course.

Darius being the exception.

Damn big exception.

Also, um...

people are saying--

and I know
what this is gonna sound like--

but that he might not be human.

I'm sorr... Say that again.

Next, you're gonna tell me

that-that-that he rides around
in a UFO?

Does he talk to Martians, too?

I'm trying to catch this guy,

not trying to turn him
into some damn folk hero.

Are you gonna listen to me,
or are you gonna brush me off

like you did by giving me
this bum assignment?

Yeah, well, maybe if you
took it seriously, now...

I am taking it seriously!

I have several
eyewitness reports

that this vigilante had
animalistic qualities.

Not in personality,
in appearance.

Okay, we're done here, Vargas.

Why the hell are you keeping me
out of the loop on this one?

Because I need
to keep you safe, okay?

Look, I already lost
my baby brother.

I won't lose you, too.

I've worked my whole career
to not be protected by the boys,

and I won't allow you
to treat me

any differently.

That's not your call.

I can't do it.

I honestly couldn't take it.

Look, you work for me;
you're staying on the sidelines

on this one.

Gabe Lowan.

Mr. Lowan,
it's Catherine Chandler.

What can I do for you,
Detective?

I have a possible location
for our killer.

You do?

You said,
"by any means necessary,"

so, I went outside the box.

Went to Rikers,

tough-talked a few
of my old collars

who used to be my eyes
and ears on the street.

Turns out,
one of them had an address,

so I'm texting it
to you right now.

Got it.

Great work, Chandler.

Thank you, sir.

- Bait taken.
- Okay.

Let's get ready.

Gentlemen, this is the true
definition of enterprise.

What are we looking at?

Detective Chandler

took some initiative,
knocked some heads,

and came up with a possible
location on our killer.

That's the old chemical plant,
down by the waterfront.

Let's check it out.

Catherine sent these?

Is there a problem, Dr. Marks?

Nope. Good on her.

Lola, you told police

that the man who
tried to attack you--

he was stopped
by the vigilante.

If he hadn't been there,
I might have been killed.

Newspapers quoted you
as saying

the vigilante had
cat-like reflexes.

He moved like a cat, but not
a, you know, domesticated cat.

Something more wild,
like a jaguar.

You hear him speak?

I heard him growl.

And when he...

killed my attacker,
it was like animal shrieks

mixed with my
attacker's screams.

You see his face?

No. Not clearly.

But, um-- and this is
something I didn't tell anyone,

I only remembered
after the fact--

the man
who saved me had yellow eyes.

Yellow eyes?

Like a cat's, actually.

If a cat's eyes glowed.

And you said everything
happened here?

Right after I got off work.

The guy who saved me was just...

he disappeared.

He was here one minute,
then he was gone.

Listen, I... I got
to get back to work.

Of course.
Thanks for your time.

Okay, they're still
at the precinct.

Hey. Don't worry.

If it means that we get
to spend more time together,

and no one else gets hurt
anymore, then...

it's worth it, yeah?

Yeah.

Maybe this is a chance
for you to start over.

And for us.

Exactly. It's a good thing.

Although, I am really
gonna miss this old place.

Yeah, there's that.

Where are you gonna go?

Uh...

I don't know;
we'll find someplace.

We'll just have to be
more careful this time.

Not with everything, hopefully.

Where did I find you?

Enjoy it while you can.

You haven't even gotten
to my difficult side yet.

Did you call to lounge
around an empty yard?

Because as much as I
enjoy this weather...

I wanted to tell you
I'm giving up

on my cross-species
DNA research.

Doesn't sound like the dogged
JT Forbes that I worked with.

I'm under a lot of pressure
at the university to publish

something that doesn't smell of
"extraterrestrial life-forms."

I'm sorry to hear that.

So I wanted to offer you
my research.

I mean, if you're
still working on that.

Afraid I'm out of
the game as well.

You are?

And I tell you this
in confidence:

I don't think our,
uh, creature

is long for this world.

He's been caught?
Not yet. But there's a task force

within our department--
they're closing in on him.

They're gonna raid the
location within the hour.

Wow.

But I couldn't
leave room for error.

That sounds ominous.

What do you mean?

Seriously, what did you do?

I got in contact
with some people

who will destroy this
thing once and for all.

Wait, the only people
that could...

Muirfield?

Did you... How'd you even
get in touch with them?

Look, JT, I'm gonna
have to go back to work

before they realize I'm missing.
You gave Muirfield

the address so they can
get there before the cops?

Catherine will finally be safe.

Some things are more
important than research.

Well, I guess
you don't need mine,

since you have
the real thing to study.

Good luck.
Let me know how it goes.

Hopefully, by the time
this task force arrives,

this place will
be long gone.

On the front page
of every newspaper,

it'll say that that vigilante

serial killer
from the park's dead.

What is it?

It's Muirfield.

How'd they find you?
I don't know.

Come on.

Hold for my go!

Go. Go.

Come on. Down.

You okay?

Yeah, it's over.

Whoever saw us
back there, they're...

they're gone.

My biggest problem now
will be trying not

to let my mind wander to us
when I'm at work.

We have to promise

to not get caught up
in this haze again.

We got so lost in each other,

we... we pretended that
the outside world didn't exist.

Right.

I promise.

But, Vincent,
just like that, we, uh...

we have a fresh start.

Yeah.

Us against the world, huh?

Well, us and... JT

against the world.

You know, there's
still someone out there

that's trying to set me up.

Whoever killed
that carriage driver

did it for a reason.

We'll find out who or, um...

or what he is.

I'll catch up
with you guys later.

I've got to show my face
at the warehouse,

make sure no one
gets suspicious.

Yeah.

Stay down here, until I
make sure everything's clear.

I won't be long.

Okay.
Okay.

Wait.

♪ 'Cause when it all ends ♪

♪ I want you to be free

♪ Free like you make me...

Okay.

♪ Free like you make me...

♪ What were the feelings,
there in silence? ♪

♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

♪ And were you safe or
was it defiance? ♪

♪ It'll be okay...

Heard everyone's meeting
back at the precinct

for a celebratory drink.

I'll, uh... I'll
meet up with you guys.

I want to stay here
and make sure

all the evidence
is collected properly.

I think you can relax, Joe.

We got him.

♪ Because your eyes
in this moment... ♪

Yeah.

♪ Can't contain...

You think he
booby-trapped the place?

♪ All of the secrets...

I don't know.
I don't know.

It's, uh, like you said.

We got him.

Hell of a job, Chandler.

You, uh...

you think Tess is
back at the ranch?

I never heard back from her.

I don't know.

You want me to
track her down?

No.

No, I'll, uh, I'll just
see her when I see her.

Okay.

♪ ...out of this jail
and I'll get you high ♪

♪ 'Cause when it all ends... ♪

♪ I want you to be free

♪ Free like you make me...

There was nothing we could do;
he took himself out.

And you're sure he's dead?

♪ Free like you make me...

Yes.

Job well done, Joe.

♪ Free like you make me...

♪ Free like you make me

♪ Free like you make me.

What happened?

Bishop had us
attached to his hip.

There was nothing
we could do.

How many times did I tell you

I needed him brought to me

before the rest
of the team got to him?

Well, we screwed up.

It's not gonna happen again.

It can't happen again.

The son of a bitch
has been eviscerated.

I've run out of time.

Never mind.
Get the hell out of my house.

NYPD! Stop!

You take another step
and I shoot!

Turn around.

Please...

Okay, you don't understand.

Turn around!

You need to go.

Go!

No! No!

No...

Okay.

It's okay.

It's okay; you're gonna be okay.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==