Beauty and the Beast (2012–2016): Season 1, Episode 6 - Worth - full transcript
Vincent has blacked out and awakens on top of a bridge after failing to act on Cath's private invitation. They speculate about the causes and the wisdom of forgetting about a relationship. She insists that handsome gentleman Evan is just a good friend and perfect colleague, no romantic competition. J.T. Forbes realizes that even his own dating attempts may spell danger for Vincent and himself.
- Nine years ago,
- I witnessed my mother's murder.
I would have been killed, too,
if it hadn't been for Vincent.
You're him.
The things you've done...
I hate myself for them.
I'm trying to decide
if I belong in a cage.
I just found...
six cases of you
trying to save victims
around the city.
You're not a monster.
You know, that first night
we met in the woods,
I knew...
that you would never hurt me.
Vincent, I want
to have you over for dinner.
And unless there's something
else holding you back,
I hope to see you there.
Vincent?
What are you doing?
I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to startle you.
It's okay, I...
forgot to turn the
security system on again.
- What's going on?
- Nothing. I...
I just wanted to make
sure that, um...
Is everything okay?
Yeah, I just...
wasn't feeling so great.
So is... that why you didn't
show up for dinner last night?
Yeah.
Because I kind of thought
that you stood me up.
No, I just, should've told
you that I wasn't gonna make it.
Okay, look, I, um...
I found the present you
left me on the windowsill,
which...
was so sweet.
Thank you.
And I realized
that you must have left it
during my birthday party,
which involved many margaritas,
and, I wondered if, maybe,
when you left it,
you saw me and...
You don't have to give me
an explanation.
So you did see it?
Because... Vincent,
it was just a stupid,
drunken...
You can kiss whoever you want.
No... yeah, I know that.
I mean, it's not like we're...
No.
No, it's not. So...
I'm really sorry about dinner.
No. It's no big deal.
I just wanted to make sure
that you're okay.
Yeah.
Okay.
Feel better.
♪ In the city
♪ Where I'm from
♪ There are lovers
♪ Till the dawn
♪ And you stayed up
♪ To see the sun
♪ I couldn't wait that long
♪ Gonna get up...
Who's the guy?
What?
You only file when
there's a problem
with a guy.
That is not true.
Okay, okay, fine.
I knew it; I knew
there was a guy.
"Was" being the operative word.
Apparently, I got myself
into yet another
complicated non-relationship
that I think is going somewhere,
only to discover
it is going nowhere.
Okay, well, first of all,
if he's not into you,
he's an idiot,
and second... who is he?
Doesn't matter.
From now on, I am
sticking to simple.
Simple, like your dad
marrying someone young enough
to be your sister?
God. Dress fitting.
Brooke forgot to take your shoes
when she left this morning.
She says she'll meet you
at the bridal salon at 1:00.
Okay, I meant to call,
but since Heather's
away in Atlantic City,
I thought we could reschedule.
You know, dresses are
much more her thing.
Catherine, I wish you'd
just give Brooke a chance.
I have.
You haven't spent
more than ten minutes
in the same room with her
since the engagement party.
Great. So I'll see you
at dinner tonight.
The reservation's for four,
so if you can't bear the
thought of being trapped alone
with just the two of us,
invite someone.
Mm.
Like that nice man from
the engagement party.
Brooke really
hit it off with him.
Evan?
You talking about me?
Mr. Chandler.
Good to see you.
How would you like to save Cat
and come to dinner tonight?
Dad.
No. It would
be my pleasure.
What time?
Hello. The person
that you are
talking about is right here.
7:30. At Per Se.
Still here.
We'll be there.
Terrific.
It means a lot to me.
And to Brooke.
All right,
see you tonight.
Okay.
Okay, before I enumerate
all of the ways that
that was wrong,
we should probably talk about
what happened the other night.
Agreed.
We got a dead body
down in SoHo.
Looks like
we'll have to continue
this conversation at dinner.
I'm telling you, your dad
did you a huge favor.
I am not having this
conversation right now.
Things go south
with Mr. Complicated,
he gets you
a date with Evan.
It is not a date.
Dinner at Per Se?
That's the definition of a date.
You know what I'm thinking,
I'm thinking you're so hung up
on the other guy
'cause he rejected you,
and there's nothing more
tempting than rejection.
That is ridiculous.
That's Psych 101.
Besides, Evan's a cute guy
and clearly likes you.
Okay.
Nicholas Varkas, 26,
Queens address.
Nicholas
is an artist.
Any evidence
of a break-in?
No. No forced entry,
nothing missing.
And the woman who found
the body said that there was
some art opening tonight.
It looks like they're
still having it.
Well, if we let them,
they'd put a velvet rope
around him and call it
an "installation."
Are you Lauren Harris?
Yeah. The other
officers told me
I can keep working.
We have 200 people
coming here in ten hours.
The show must go on?
He's not gonna cancel.
"He" being...?
Marco. The owner.
How many people
have access
to this gallery?
Usually,
just me, Marco,
and a few of the assistants,
but Nicholas was here loading in
the final pieces last night.
If that door
was left propped open,
someone could've come in
from the alley.
Can you think of anyone
who'd have a beef with him?
I only met him a few times.
Cat, Tess.
Shot in the back.
Two bullets,
low-caliber weapon.
But the way he fell, he wasn't
running away from someone.
So either someone
snuck up on him...
Or whoever he was, he didn't
think they were a threat.
I also found
some white cotton fibers.
It's a long shot, but I could
run them back to the lab now.
You two lovebirds go ahead.
I'm gonna check out
the art in the bathroom.
Okay, look, you don't have
to come to dinner...
my dad put you on the spot.
Not that it's a big deal
or anything, but the last
thing I want to be doing
is having dinner
with another murky,
undefined situation.
This isn't murky, Cat.
It's simple, okay?
I'll pick you up at 7:00.
Unless you don't
think you can handle
yourself around me.
Of course I can handle myself.
It's just, after
the incident at my party...
You mean when you kissed me?
You kissed me.
Your cheeks
are turning red.
It's just, I don't want
to complicate things now.
We're friends, we work together,
and I know what that's like,
to think that someone
has feelings for you when...
There are absolutely
no feelings.
It was just one kiss.
Right.
Just one, completely
meaningless...
kiss.
I'll pick you up at 7:00.
Nicholas was broken up
about a girl.
He met her at an art opening.
She ended it
a couple of weeks ago.
But it wasn't serious.
I never met her.
Did your son mention a name?
Was there anyone
he wasn't getting along with?
He had a fight, um...
on the phone...
two nights ago.
About prices.
Prices of his paintings,
I guess.
He was yelling.
It woke me up.
11:15 p.m., Nicholas made a call
to the Marco Giconni Gallery.
Our still conspicuously
absent gallery owner.
He may explain what I found
in Nicholas's bank account...
not much.
I thought he'd be loaded...
selling paintings
for five grand a pop.
The standard gallery
commission's 50%,
but Nicholas was
only making deposits
for a couple hundred
here and there.
If Marco was cheating Nicholas
out of his cut,
maybe he went there
to confront him.
Its' my Dad.
Checking in about
your big date?
It is not a date.
Look, I know
you're still holding out
for Complicated Guy,
but you and Evan were both
blushing when I left.
Okay, that's just because...
Okay.
Okay.
Yeah...
he kissed me
at my birthday party,
in the photo booth.
What are we, strangers?
How could you hold out
on me like that?
It was not that big a deal.
Okay, i-it's a mi...
it's a minor big deal.
Well, I'm confused.
Is it big or minor?
No, no, no, no.
Dinner's in five hours.
Your dad can wait.
It's not my dad.
It is my soon-to-be step...
thingy reminding me
of my dress fitting.
This conversation's not over.
I'm glad you feel that way,
because you're coming with me.
And you're driving.
What?!
Really? Because you don't
have to, I mean...
Well, yeah, I'd love
to go for coffee.
I'm in desperate need
of caffeine,
and I should probably
eat something
that hasn't been microwaved
in a petri dish.
The coffee at the campus diner
is guaranteed to kill
any bacteria you may have
consumed with your lunch.
Hey, JT, I need help with these
numbers, man.
Who's that?
No one. I got to go.
See you there?
Okay, bye.
Blood pressure is fine,
so please...
please tell me why
I can't remember
what happened last night.
I don't know,
but for the third time,
everything's normal.
I woke up on the top
of Brooklyn Bridge.
I'm not saying
that's not a problem.
Come on, man.
This has never happened before.
Okay, let's trace it back.
What were you doing
before your sleepwalk
down non-memory lane?
I was headed
to Catherine's and...
What?
What'd she do now?
Nothing.
She must have done something.
Wait... is this about her kissing
that guy the other night?
You were thinking
about Catherine
and some jerk in a lip-lock.
Adrenaline kicks in,
your heart rate increases...
long story short,
you fugued-out
because you're jealous.
"Fugued-out"?
Fugue... you're up
and walking around but...
it's like you got amnesia.
Okay, wait.
Jealousy cannot
cause memory loss.
Besides...
I don't have a right
to be jealous anyway.
Free advice?
Take a chance and tell her
how you feel.
Okay, wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
Who are you right now?
Look, I know I've been
the president
of the "Stay Away
from Catherine Club," but...
she's only gonna wait
for you for so long
before she moves on.
♪ It'll be just
a matter of time ♪
♪ Before you're crawling...
Okay. You ready?
I can't wait to see it on you.
So, what do you think?
It's nice.
It's a lovely shape.
And it will match
the flowers perfectly.
Okay.
It looks like a leprechaun
ate too many marshmallows.
Yes.
Yes, it does.
Okay, all the men coming to
your wedding should thank you.
Speaking of...
your dad said you're bringing
a date to dinner tonight?
Evan? No, he's just
that friend
that I brought
to your engagement party.
Yeah, that friend
that you just kiss sometimes.
He kisses a lot of people.
So did your dad.
Wow, I really don't need to hear
the rest of that paragraph.
Well, I'm just saying
when the right person
comes into your life,
people can change.
Let's just say
that serial dating
isn't my only issue.
Look...
I'm half your dad's age.
My parents think I'm crazy.
His friends think
I'm a gold digger.
He has two
very opinionated daughters,
one of whom is warming up to me
like it's the Ice Age.
On the surface
there are all these obstacles.
But for the right guy,
it's worth ignoring them.
I'm sorry.
I have to go.
We'll try again later,
Lucky Charms.
You know, she's not so bad.
I think you might need
to replace the "thingy"
in "step-thingy."
She left her sunglasses.
You ran your
stepmom-to-be's plates?
And her driver's license
and her name.
Turns out she's married.
What?!
I think that's the guy
who was kissing her...
her husband of three years.
And your dad doesn't know?
He rented the Fallwyck Hotel
for their wedding
six weeks from now.
What do you think?
Nicholas didn't
just do abstract art.
He also did nudes.
Yeah, don't they all.
Hey, look at these.
Why would you paint
the same thing over and over?
To get better at it?
Or sell it more than once.
There's a bunch
of duplicates here.
Untitled Number Three,
Untitled Number Three...
Maybe we're looking
at some kind of art fraud.
Collectors think they're
getting a one of-a-kind,
but Marco's
selling multiple copies
of the same painting.
We got to meet
this Marco.
Mm.
Get this.
A month ago, Nicholas
sold three of his paintings
to a gallery across town
for a couple hundred bucks.
But Marco sells them
for thousands.
Why the premium rate?
Hey, check this out.
List of clients?
Maybe Nicholas threatened
to tell Marco's clients
that they were being swindled.
That much money on the line,
not a bad reason to kill him.
Whoa.
Assistant District
Attorney Fred Simpson.
You know him?
Only by reputation... guy's
supposed to be a bulldog.
So, where you been, Marco?
Trying to disappear?
If I was trying to disappear,
I would have.
I was dining in Long Island
with witnesses.
Well, I understand you and
Nicholas had a pretty heated
fight the other night.
Did we?
Well, I guess the union
of commerce and culture
is not always so unified.
Was he upset
you were cheating him
out of his rightful cut?
Painters loathe capitalism
but they love the rewards.
Or did he threaten to expose
your money laundering scam?
Money laundering?
How else do you explain
the prices you're getting
for Nicholas's work?
Art is subjective.
So is the price you pay for it.
Is that what you told Assistant
District Attorney Simpson?
'Cause I'm thinking you
and ADA Simpson
were working together.
You're mistaken.
All right.
Well, based on the invoices
we found in Nicholas's studio,
and the duplicate paintings,
we have enough to hold you
on false representation.
I want my lawyer present.
And I need my phone call.
I have to let my curator know
to cancel tonight's opening.
The opening?
Huh. You know,
I've always been curious
about contemporary art.
And I'll get right
on that phone call for you.
Look at me,
running out the door.
Fast as I can.
Okay, I guess
there's no other way
to do this than just say it.
Um...
Dad, Brooke is married.
Is that all?
Isn't that enough?
It's not what you think.
She's going through
a horrible divorce.
Made more horrible by the fact
that she isn't divorced.
Did you run
a background check on her?
Yeah, but I...
Well, you know
if you hadn't stopped
your research
when you found
something to judge,
you would have discovered
that the divorce was supposed
to be finalized weeks ago.
Brooke's husband's
still in love with her,
so he made some
new demands, that's all.
I saw them kiss.
Brooke told me
that he followed her.
He texted her from outside.
Now I'm sure
she didn't return this kiss.
Yes, she pushed him away,
but she just didn't
want anyone to see.
I-I think she's using you.
Catherine, have you ever
stopped to ask yourself
why I didn't tell you
about her divorce myself?
I am worried about you.
Because no one's worthy
in your eyes.
Now, this judgmental attitude
may make you a good cop,
but it also makes it
very difficult
to have a relationship with you.
Art openings are pretentious.
We just figure out
where the money is coming from,
and we get out of there.
Unless we meet
some handsome art lover.
Focus.
I checked
Nicholas's credit reports.
He applied for an apartment
two days ago.
According to the landlady,
he was gonna move in
with his girlfriend.
What are you wearing, anyway?
Whatever's clean.
He was moving in
with a girlfriend
who dumped him
two weeks earlier?
That is wishful thinking.
Hey, what are you wearing?
Heather's shoes, apparently.
I'll see you there.
Hi.
I'm in a hurry, Vincent.
I'm on my way to a case.
A little overdressed
for a case.
Murdered painter.
Going to a gallery opening.
Vincent...
what are you doing here?
I was just in the neighborhood.
Really?
Yeah.
It's just,
one minute I think we're
moving in one direction,
and then we're
moving in another.
Catherine,
I know that...
you can't wait around
for me; I mean...
You... you don't have
to let me down easy.
I get it.
You and I, this, it's just,
it's... too complicated.
I don't know what I
thought, that you'd...
come over for dinner
like some normal guy?
I realize that was stupid of me.
It's not stupid.
Look, I should've just
told you that I was okay.
I was reading
into our connection
like it was fate or destiny
that brought us together.
Truth is...
you've saved other people,
not just me.
We should just stick
to working on cases.
That's what we are.
Evan.
Um... if you'll
excuse me?
It's just... my date.
I thought I'd order the lobster
and ask for a bib.
Properly mortify you
in front of your father.
I'm sorry I forgot to call.
Dinner is off.
How come you look so stunning?
Thank you. Long story.
But you are off the hook.
And if I don't want
to be off the hook?
Well, we're both dressed up
in the most electric
city in the world.
There must be
somewhere we can go.
I wish that I could,
but I'm on a case.
Lucky criminal.
Another time?
Actually, what do
you know about art?
Coffee or tea?
Was I supposed
to pick up something?
Why are you using my computer?
I needed to find a subway map.
A lifelong New Yorker
who's part bloodhound,
and you suddenly forget how
to get to Rockefeller Center?
I'm going back to
the old neighborhood.
Why are you going there?
Wait, let me guess:
Catherine.
Murdered painter.
The article in the newspaper
said he was from Astoria, so...
You are so lame.
As lame as you
not telling me you were
going on a date with Sara?
Yeah. She instant-
messaged you,
was wondering why you're late.
- coffee or tea?
- Green tea.
Green tea.
Loaded with antioxidants.
Look, Vincent...
After all the lectures you
gave me about Catherine.
But...
All right, I should've
told you, just like
you should tell Catherine
how you feel instead of...
using a case as
an excuse to see her.
No, she told me
to stick to cases.
There are two million people
in Queens... how exactly
are you planning to help?
By finding the one
that knows everything.
Excuse me,
is the paper still a dollar?
No wonder I can't retire.
It's $2.50.
Is there any chance
you know the,
Varkas family?
I just wanted to give
my condolences.
Yeah.
Too bad about Nick.
Stopped by every day
on the way to work
to buy a paper.
So he worked by here?
Yeah, his mother
owns the travel agency
on Steinway.
He paints...
painted...
in a studio on the top floor.
Right.
Thanks.
Neighborhood isn't
what it used to be.
Loyal customers like Varkas.
People from here to Ditmars
used to stop by
on the way to work.
You know, you remind me
of one of them.
I-I haven't been
around here before.
No, who is it, now...?
Michael Keller.
Yeah. Any relation?
No.
He stopped by
on the way to work every day.
Lost two sons in the Towers.
One in Afghanistan.
Shame.
It's-it's nice
talking to you.
Thanks... thanks for the paper.
♪ Lying on a fake beach
♪ You'll never get a tan...
Fancy crowd.
Not your usual
money-laundering thugs.
Just think, Brooke could've
put you in that for the wedding.
I don't mind it.
Evan, focus...
you're supposed to be mingling.
All right, so we know
how the money gets clean.
Let's figure out
why it's dirty.
How tall are you?
Six feet in those heels?
Six one, but who's counting?
I guess you are.
Yeah.
15 grand!
And I'll bet it's
worth every penny.
You seem like a wise woman...
Hey...
It's not art fraud.
I just got propositioned.
That's because they're not
paying for the paintings.
They're paying for the women.
Marco's no gallery
owner... he's a pimp.
Now we know
why Nicholas knocked out
so many of the same paintings
and why clients paid
so much for them.
You pay big bucks for a
painting, and a woman
comes home with you.
Hard money trail
for the authorities to follow.
Do you think Nicholas knew
his art was being used
as a front for prostitution?
If he did, maybe he was upset,
and he confronted Marco,
and things didn't go so well.
Ballistics just came in...
the gun that killed Nicholas
was a Lady Smith.
Dozens of sexy suspects,
50 johns...
Vice is gonna have
a field day with this.
I have to admit, this is
the best-looking room
of suspects
I've ever seen.
Great.
Then you'll have
a good time sussing out
if any of them are carrying.
Or if any of them
will cop to having
a relationship with Nicholas.
Do you think she's in on it?
One way to find out.
What I love about this painting
is the youthfulness,
the freshness.
As if it were uncorrupted
by the world.
Excuse me for a minute.
You get all that
from an orange canvas?
Nicholas was gifted.
What brings you by, Detective?
We thought
we'd pay our respects.
Obviously, we're
not the only ones.
Well, people really respond
to his work.
And yet this is the only gallery
where Nicholas's work
sells at these prices.
Well, that's Marco's gift...
making unknown artists
into stars.
I wish Nicholas was here
to enjoy it.
Excuse me.
Good evening.
A girl's gotta earn a living,
but nights like these,
I wish I was out of the game.
I'm Cat.
Daphne.
And there's nowhere to go.
At least with these guys,
you know where you stand.
Maybe, but I'm still holding
out for Prince Charming.
If you're looking for love,
take it from me...
it never works out.
Prince Charming is a liar.
I can't believe the
artist died in here.
Did you know him?
I heard that
he was in love with
one of the girls.
I met him... once or twice.
Acted like he was
a sensitive artist,
but he was "in love"
with a lot of girls.
Really? I heard over
at the bar that he,
applied for an apartment
two days ago, wanted to move
in with his girlfriend.
I hadn't heard that.
Excuse me.
You know they don't like it
when we stand in
one place for too long.
Where's Tess?
Either with the man of
her dreams or calling
Vice... your guess.
Making me talk to
other women all night,
it's a strange tactic,
but a memorable one.
Evan, can you just
excuse me for a second?
What are you doing here?
Are you okay?
I needed to see you.
I'm working.
Well, that's why I'm here.
The, murdered painter,
I found his studio and...
You what?
Well, you said stick to cases.
I didn't mean
for you to break and enter
a victim's private property.
Did you see the paintings?
Vincent, the paintings
don't matter.
It's just all a cover for
a high-end escort service.
Come with me.
Her name's Daphne.
I talked to her at the gallery.
She seemed...
jaded, bitter.
Or heartbroken.
Nicholas's mom said
that his girlfriend
broke up with him.
Maybe Daphne is just his model.
It may have started that way,
but it became more.
And look at the way
he... captured her.
The curve of her back.
The softness
of her skin.
He spent every waking moment
painting her.
She was in every brush stroke.
I know I'm not
the detective here, but...
this man, he loved this woman.
Now, maybe there
was someone else,
someone that didn't want them
to be together.
But they weren't together.
She said he loved
a lot of girls.
I find that hard to believe.
You know, maybe
she doubted him.
The way he felt about her.
But if he loved her so much...
why did she push him away?
She didn't feel worthy.
How can you be so sure?
'Cause I know
what it feels like.
♪ But I'm
♪ Still trying
Hey, who's Daphne Finnerty?
Nicholas's girlfriend...
those paintings
in the studio, all of her.
Was she at the gallery tonight?
Yeah. She said
she barely knew the guy.
But when I mentioned
the apartment that he leased,
she took off.
I don't think she realized
he wanted to move in with her.
Well, if she was his girlfriend,
wouldn't she know?
Unless someone made her doubt
that he loved her.
And the person who
wouldn't want her to move in
with her boyfriend is her pimp.
No, try madame...
Lauren, the curator,
she conveniently left
the gallery
right after she saw me.
Makes sense.
Found this at the studio.
People are supposed to use
those when they move art.
Yeah, "people" as in a curator
with a gallery show.
Could explain our white fibers.
I had a unit put on
Lauren's apartment.
Our conniving curator got
home ten minutes ago.
Anyone else enter the building
in the last ten minutes?
Yeah, a woman, early 20s.
Green dress?
Yeah.
- Just calm down.
- We can talk this through.
You lied to me!
I was protecting you!
That's Lauren's apartment.
He was the best thing
that ever happened to me!
The only man that I ever loved!
I know you're upset.
NYPD! Open up!
He's dead, and I
can never get him back!
But I swear I had nothing
to do with this, Daphne.
Drop your weapon!
Daphne, don't do this.
You couldn't stand the thought
that I might actually be happy.
Nicholas wouldn't want this
for you.
She told me I was
just a call girl,
that I meant nothing to him,
that I wasn't worthy of love.
He was gonna leave you anyways.
They always do.
And Lauren didn't want
to miss one
of her best moneymakers,
isn't that right?
He swore to me he wasn't
sleeping with any of
the other girls,
but I didn't believe him
because of your lies.
Nicholas knew he had to get
Daphne away from you.
That's what that phone
call was about;
not the price of the paintings,
but the price
of Daphne's freedom.
What?
It's not true.
But he didn't have the money
to buy her out,
so what did he do, Lauren,
threaten to expose
the entire operation?
Turn over that client list?
I wasn't gonna jeopardize
everything for a stupid whore.
You killed him!
And if you kill her,
you will be
throwing your life away.
Daphne, Nicholas, he...
he saw your true worth.
He did.
He loved you.
He loved you.
Put the gun down.
Put down your gun.
Daphne won't be charged.
I just got off
the phone with the DA's Office.
They agreed that her statement
will help make
the murder and pandering
charges stick.
Nice work, partner.
Thanks.
Hey, I'll buy you
a beer if you buy me one.
You are on. I just need
to do a couple things.
I'll meet you in, like, an hour?
Yeah.
Careful. Last time I made plans
with Catherine,
I ended up in a bordello.
I'm gonna finish my report...
over there, by myself.
Congratulations,
Detective Chandler.
And if I haven't
said it already,
you were great last night.
Not quite the undercover
experience that I'm used to,
but I think I acquitted
myself quite nicely.
I think you enjoyed yourself
a little too much.
Well, I could say
the same for you.
I saw you slip out of
the gallery with someone.
That was just a john
I was interviewing.
He said he knew
everything about the scheme,
but he didn't want
anyone to overhear.
Funny, I didn't peg him
as a client.
He shows up to an upscale escort
party wearing street clothes
and the only woman he wanted
to talk to is you.
Evan, a certain kind of woman
would take that as an insult.
Then let me make it up to you.
Dinner, no chaperone.
I think I'm gonna have
to take a rain check.
Has to rain sometime, Cat.
I'll wait.
You're very confident.
And patient.
You look beautiful.
What are you doing here?
I... owe you an apology.
You think?
Yes. I made, like,
a hundred assumptions
and I acted like an idiot.
A huge, jumbo-sized idiot.
But you wouldn't have had
to make so many assumptions
if I'd just been honest.
Your approval means
a lot to your dad.
Anyone would be lucky to have
you as part of their family.
I waited all night for you.
When I left...
No, not, not tonight,
um, when you didn't
show up for dinner.
But it seems like that's what
I do the most
with my time these days...
wait for the next moment
I get to see you.
Vincent, it never even occurred
to me that you didn't know
that you are the best
thing in my life right now.
I guess seeing me kiss
another guy
doesn't really help my chances.
I don't know how to do this.
You know, that,
artist's studio was, like, six
blocks from where I grew up.
Being back there
kind of got me thinking
about who I used to be.
You know, if that
Vincent Keller
had seen you with another guy,
he probably would've...
smacked him square
in the mouth.
Does it make me a terrible
person to admit that I'm glad
the thought crossed your mind?
No.
Who I am makes everything seem
impossible.
No.
Who you are...
it makes everything worth it.
Vincent, I have to go.
Corrections and sync Wally73
- I witnessed my mother's murder.
I would have been killed, too,
if it hadn't been for Vincent.
You're him.
The things you've done...
I hate myself for them.
I'm trying to decide
if I belong in a cage.
I just found...
six cases of you
trying to save victims
around the city.
You're not a monster.
You know, that first night
we met in the woods,
I knew...
that you would never hurt me.
Vincent, I want
to have you over for dinner.
And unless there's something
else holding you back,
I hope to see you there.
Vincent?
What are you doing?
I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to startle you.
It's okay, I...
forgot to turn the
security system on again.
- What's going on?
- Nothing. I...
I just wanted to make
sure that, um...
Is everything okay?
Yeah, I just...
wasn't feeling so great.
So is... that why you didn't
show up for dinner last night?
Yeah.
Because I kind of thought
that you stood me up.
No, I just, should've told
you that I wasn't gonna make it.
Okay, look, I, um...
I found the present you
left me on the windowsill,
which...
was so sweet.
Thank you.
And I realized
that you must have left it
during my birthday party,
which involved many margaritas,
and, I wondered if, maybe,
when you left it,
you saw me and...
You don't have to give me
an explanation.
So you did see it?
Because... Vincent,
it was just a stupid,
drunken...
You can kiss whoever you want.
No... yeah, I know that.
I mean, it's not like we're...
No.
No, it's not. So...
I'm really sorry about dinner.
No. It's no big deal.
I just wanted to make sure
that you're okay.
Yeah.
Okay.
Feel better.
♪ In the city
♪ Where I'm from
♪ There are lovers
♪ Till the dawn
♪ And you stayed up
♪ To see the sun
♪ I couldn't wait that long
♪ Gonna get up...
Who's the guy?
What?
You only file when
there's a problem
with a guy.
That is not true.
Okay, okay, fine.
I knew it; I knew
there was a guy.
"Was" being the operative word.
Apparently, I got myself
into yet another
complicated non-relationship
that I think is going somewhere,
only to discover
it is going nowhere.
Okay, well, first of all,
if he's not into you,
he's an idiot,
and second... who is he?
Doesn't matter.
From now on, I am
sticking to simple.
Simple, like your dad
marrying someone young enough
to be your sister?
God. Dress fitting.
Brooke forgot to take your shoes
when she left this morning.
She says she'll meet you
at the bridal salon at 1:00.
Okay, I meant to call,
but since Heather's
away in Atlantic City,
I thought we could reschedule.
You know, dresses are
much more her thing.
Catherine, I wish you'd
just give Brooke a chance.
I have.
You haven't spent
more than ten minutes
in the same room with her
since the engagement party.
Great. So I'll see you
at dinner tonight.
The reservation's for four,
so if you can't bear the
thought of being trapped alone
with just the two of us,
invite someone.
Mm.
Like that nice man from
the engagement party.
Brooke really
hit it off with him.
Evan?
You talking about me?
Mr. Chandler.
Good to see you.
How would you like to save Cat
and come to dinner tonight?
Dad.
No. It would
be my pleasure.
What time?
Hello. The person
that you are
talking about is right here.
7:30. At Per Se.
Still here.
We'll be there.
Terrific.
It means a lot to me.
And to Brooke.
All right,
see you tonight.
Okay.
Okay, before I enumerate
all of the ways that
that was wrong,
we should probably talk about
what happened the other night.
Agreed.
We got a dead body
down in SoHo.
Looks like
we'll have to continue
this conversation at dinner.
I'm telling you, your dad
did you a huge favor.
I am not having this
conversation right now.
Things go south
with Mr. Complicated,
he gets you
a date with Evan.
It is not a date.
Dinner at Per Se?
That's the definition of a date.
You know what I'm thinking,
I'm thinking you're so hung up
on the other guy
'cause he rejected you,
and there's nothing more
tempting than rejection.
That is ridiculous.
That's Psych 101.
Besides, Evan's a cute guy
and clearly likes you.
Okay.
Nicholas Varkas, 26,
Queens address.
Nicholas
is an artist.
Any evidence
of a break-in?
No. No forced entry,
nothing missing.
And the woman who found
the body said that there was
some art opening tonight.
It looks like they're
still having it.
Well, if we let them,
they'd put a velvet rope
around him and call it
an "installation."
Are you Lauren Harris?
Yeah. The other
officers told me
I can keep working.
We have 200 people
coming here in ten hours.
The show must go on?
He's not gonna cancel.
"He" being...?
Marco. The owner.
How many people
have access
to this gallery?
Usually,
just me, Marco,
and a few of the assistants,
but Nicholas was here loading in
the final pieces last night.
If that door
was left propped open,
someone could've come in
from the alley.
Can you think of anyone
who'd have a beef with him?
I only met him a few times.
Cat, Tess.
Shot in the back.
Two bullets,
low-caliber weapon.
But the way he fell, he wasn't
running away from someone.
So either someone
snuck up on him...
Or whoever he was, he didn't
think they were a threat.
I also found
some white cotton fibers.
It's a long shot, but I could
run them back to the lab now.
You two lovebirds go ahead.
I'm gonna check out
the art in the bathroom.
Okay, look, you don't have
to come to dinner...
my dad put you on the spot.
Not that it's a big deal
or anything, but the last
thing I want to be doing
is having dinner
with another murky,
undefined situation.
This isn't murky, Cat.
It's simple, okay?
I'll pick you up at 7:00.
Unless you don't
think you can handle
yourself around me.
Of course I can handle myself.
It's just, after
the incident at my party...
You mean when you kissed me?
You kissed me.
Your cheeks
are turning red.
It's just, I don't want
to complicate things now.
We're friends, we work together,
and I know what that's like,
to think that someone
has feelings for you when...
There are absolutely
no feelings.
It was just one kiss.
Right.
Just one, completely
meaningless...
kiss.
I'll pick you up at 7:00.
Nicholas was broken up
about a girl.
He met her at an art opening.
She ended it
a couple of weeks ago.
But it wasn't serious.
I never met her.
Did your son mention a name?
Was there anyone
he wasn't getting along with?
He had a fight, um...
on the phone...
two nights ago.
About prices.
Prices of his paintings,
I guess.
He was yelling.
It woke me up.
11:15 p.m., Nicholas made a call
to the Marco Giconni Gallery.
Our still conspicuously
absent gallery owner.
He may explain what I found
in Nicholas's bank account...
not much.
I thought he'd be loaded...
selling paintings
for five grand a pop.
The standard gallery
commission's 50%,
but Nicholas was
only making deposits
for a couple hundred
here and there.
If Marco was cheating Nicholas
out of his cut,
maybe he went there
to confront him.
Its' my Dad.
Checking in about
your big date?
It is not a date.
Look, I know
you're still holding out
for Complicated Guy,
but you and Evan were both
blushing when I left.
Okay, that's just because...
Okay.
Okay.
Yeah...
he kissed me
at my birthday party,
in the photo booth.
What are we, strangers?
How could you hold out
on me like that?
It was not that big a deal.
Okay, i-it's a mi...
it's a minor big deal.
Well, I'm confused.
Is it big or minor?
No, no, no, no.
Dinner's in five hours.
Your dad can wait.
It's not my dad.
It is my soon-to-be step...
thingy reminding me
of my dress fitting.
This conversation's not over.
I'm glad you feel that way,
because you're coming with me.
And you're driving.
What?!
Really? Because you don't
have to, I mean...
Well, yeah, I'd love
to go for coffee.
I'm in desperate need
of caffeine,
and I should probably
eat something
that hasn't been microwaved
in a petri dish.
The coffee at the campus diner
is guaranteed to kill
any bacteria you may have
consumed with your lunch.
Hey, JT, I need help with these
numbers, man.
Who's that?
No one. I got to go.
See you there?
Okay, bye.
Blood pressure is fine,
so please...
please tell me why
I can't remember
what happened last night.
I don't know,
but for the third time,
everything's normal.
I woke up on the top
of Brooklyn Bridge.
I'm not saying
that's not a problem.
Come on, man.
This has never happened before.
Okay, let's trace it back.
What were you doing
before your sleepwalk
down non-memory lane?
I was headed
to Catherine's and...
What?
What'd she do now?
Nothing.
She must have done something.
Wait... is this about her kissing
that guy the other night?
You were thinking
about Catherine
and some jerk in a lip-lock.
Adrenaline kicks in,
your heart rate increases...
long story short,
you fugued-out
because you're jealous.
"Fugued-out"?
Fugue... you're up
and walking around but...
it's like you got amnesia.
Okay, wait.
Jealousy cannot
cause memory loss.
Besides...
I don't have a right
to be jealous anyway.
Free advice?
Take a chance and tell her
how you feel.
Okay, wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
Who are you right now?
Look, I know I've been
the president
of the "Stay Away
from Catherine Club," but...
she's only gonna wait
for you for so long
before she moves on.
♪ It'll be just
a matter of time ♪
♪ Before you're crawling...
Okay. You ready?
I can't wait to see it on you.
So, what do you think?
It's nice.
It's a lovely shape.
And it will match
the flowers perfectly.
Okay.
It looks like a leprechaun
ate too many marshmallows.
Yes.
Yes, it does.
Okay, all the men coming to
your wedding should thank you.
Speaking of...
your dad said you're bringing
a date to dinner tonight?
Evan? No, he's just
that friend
that I brought
to your engagement party.
Yeah, that friend
that you just kiss sometimes.
He kisses a lot of people.
So did your dad.
Wow, I really don't need to hear
the rest of that paragraph.
Well, I'm just saying
when the right person
comes into your life,
people can change.
Let's just say
that serial dating
isn't my only issue.
Look...
I'm half your dad's age.
My parents think I'm crazy.
His friends think
I'm a gold digger.
He has two
very opinionated daughters,
one of whom is warming up to me
like it's the Ice Age.
On the surface
there are all these obstacles.
But for the right guy,
it's worth ignoring them.
I'm sorry.
I have to go.
We'll try again later,
Lucky Charms.
You know, she's not so bad.
I think you might need
to replace the "thingy"
in "step-thingy."
She left her sunglasses.
You ran your
stepmom-to-be's plates?
And her driver's license
and her name.
Turns out she's married.
What?!
I think that's the guy
who was kissing her...
her husband of three years.
And your dad doesn't know?
He rented the Fallwyck Hotel
for their wedding
six weeks from now.
What do you think?
Nicholas didn't
just do abstract art.
He also did nudes.
Yeah, don't they all.
Hey, look at these.
Why would you paint
the same thing over and over?
To get better at it?
Or sell it more than once.
There's a bunch
of duplicates here.
Untitled Number Three,
Untitled Number Three...
Maybe we're looking
at some kind of art fraud.
Collectors think they're
getting a one of-a-kind,
but Marco's
selling multiple copies
of the same painting.
We got to meet
this Marco.
Mm.
Get this.
A month ago, Nicholas
sold three of his paintings
to a gallery across town
for a couple hundred bucks.
But Marco sells them
for thousands.
Why the premium rate?
Hey, check this out.
List of clients?
Maybe Nicholas threatened
to tell Marco's clients
that they were being swindled.
That much money on the line,
not a bad reason to kill him.
Whoa.
Assistant District
Attorney Fred Simpson.
You know him?
Only by reputation... guy's
supposed to be a bulldog.
So, where you been, Marco?
Trying to disappear?
If I was trying to disappear,
I would have.
I was dining in Long Island
with witnesses.
Well, I understand you and
Nicholas had a pretty heated
fight the other night.
Did we?
Well, I guess the union
of commerce and culture
is not always so unified.
Was he upset
you were cheating him
out of his rightful cut?
Painters loathe capitalism
but they love the rewards.
Or did he threaten to expose
your money laundering scam?
Money laundering?
How else do you explain
the prices you're getting
for Nicholas's work?
Art is subjective.
So is the price you pay for it.
Is that what you told Assistant
District Attorney Simpson?
'Cause I'm thinking you
and ADA Simpson
were working together.
You're mistaken.
All right.
Well, based on the invoices
we found in Nicholas's studio,
and the duplicate paintings,
we have enough to hold you
on false representation.
I want my lawyer present.
And I need my phone call.
I have to let my curator know
to cancel tonight's opening.
The opening?
Huh. You know,
I've always been curious
about contemporary art.
And I'll get right
on that phone call for you.
Look at me,
running out the door.
Fast as I can.
Okay, I guess
there's no other way
to do this than just say it.
Um...
Dad, Brooke is married.
Is that all?
Isn't that enough?
It's not what you think.
She's going through
a horrible divorce.
Made more horrible by the fact
that she isn't divorced.
Did you run
a background check on her?
Yeah, but I...
Well, you know
if you hadn't stopped
your research
when you found
something to judge,
you would have discovered
that the divorce was supposed
to be finalized weeks ago.
Brooke's husband's
still in love with her,
so he made some
new demands, that's all.
I saw them kiss.
Brooke told me
that he followed her.
He texted her from outside.
Now I'm sure
she didn't return this kiss.
Yes, she pushed him away,
but she just didn't
want anyone to see.
I-I think she's using you.
Catherine, have you ever
stopped to ask yourself
why I didn't tell you
about her divorce myself?
I am worried about you.
Because no one's worthy
in your eyes.
Now, this judgmental attitude
may make you a good cop,
but it also makes it
very difficult
to have a relationship with you.
Art openings are pretentious.
We just figure out
where the money is coming from,
and we get out of there.
Unless we meet
some handsome art lover.
Focus.
I checked
Nicholas's credit reports.
He applied for an apartment
two days ago.
According to the landlady,
he was gonna move in
with his girlfriend.
What are you wearing, anyway?
Whatever's clean.
He was moving in
with a girlfriend
who dumped him
two weeks earlier?
That is wishful thinking.
Hey, what are you wearing?
Heather's shoes, apparently.
I'll see you there.
Hi.
I'm in a hurry, Vincent.
I'm on my way to a case.
A little overdressed
for a case.
Murdered painter.
Going to a gallery opening.
Vincent...
what are you doing here?
I was just in the neighborhood.
Really?
Yeah.
It's just,
one minute I think we're
moving in one direction,
and then we're
moving in another.
Catherine,
I know that...
you can't wait around
for me; I mean...
You... you don't have
to let me down easy.
I get it.
You and I, this, it's just,
it's... too complicated.
I don't know what I
thought, that you'd...
come over for dinner
like some normal guy?
I realize that was stupid of me.
It's not stupid.
Look, I should've just
told you that I was okay.
I was reading
into our connection
like it was fate or destiny
that brought us together.
Truth is...
you've saved other people,
not just me.
We should just stick
to working on cases.
That's what we are.
Evan.
Um... if you'll
excuse me?
It's just... my date.
I thought I'd order the lobster
and ask for a bib.
Properly mortify you
in front of your father.
I'm sorry I forgot to call.
Dinner is off.
How come you look so stunning?
Thank you. Long story.
But you are off the hook.
And if I don't want
to be off the hook?
Well, we're both dressed up
in the most electric
city in the world.
There must be
somewhere we can go.
I wish that I could,
but I'm on a case.
Lucky criminal.
Another time?
Actually, what do
you know about art?
Coffee or tea?
Was I supposed
to pick up something?
Why are you using my computer?
I needed to find a subway map.
A lifelong New Yorker
who's part bloodhound,
and you suddenly forget how
to get to Rockefeller Center?
I'm going back to
the old neighborhood.
Why are you going there?
Wait, let me guess:
Catherine.
Murdered painter.
The article in the newspaper
said he was from Astoria, so...
You are so lame.
As lame as you
not telling me you were
going on a date with Sara?
Yeah. She instant-
messaged you,
was wondering why you're late.
- coffee or tea?
- Green tea.
Green tea.
Loaded with antioxidants.
Look, Vincent...
After all the lectures you
gave me about Catherine.
But...
All right, I should've
told you, just like
you should tell Catherine
how you feel instead of...
using a case as
an excuse to see her.
No, she told me
to stick to cases.
There are two million people
in Queens... how exactly
are you planning to help?
By finding the one
that knows everything.
Excuse me,
is the paper still a dollar?
No wonder I can't retire.
It's $2.50.
Is there any chance
you know the,
Varkas family?
I just wanted to give
my condolences.
Yeah.
Too bad about Nick.
Stopped by every day
on the way to work
to buy a paper.
So he worked by here?
Yeah, his mother
owns the travel agency
on Steinway.
He paints...
painted...
in a studio on the top floor.
Right.
Thanks.
Neighborhood isn't
what it used to be.
Loyal customers like Varkas.
People from here to Ditmars
used to stop by
on the way to work.
You know, you remind me
of one of them.
I-I haven't been
around here before.
No, who is it, now...?
Michael Keller.
Yeah. Any relation?
No.
He stopped by
on the way to work every day.
Lost two sons in the Towers.
One in Afghanistan.
Shame.
It's-it's nice
talking to you.
Thanks... thanks for the paper.
♪ Lying on a fake beach
♪ You'll never get a tan...
Fancy crowd.
Not your usual
money-laundering thugs.
Just think, Brooke could've
put you in that for the wedding.
I don't mind it.
Evan, focus...
you're supposed to be mingling.
All right, so we know
how the money gets clean.
Let's figure out
why it's dirty.
How tall are you?
Six feet in those heels?
Six one, but who's counting?
I guess you are.
Yeah.
15 grand!
And I'll bet it's
worth every penny.
You seem like a wise woman...
Hey...
It's not art fraud.
I just got propositioned.
That's because they're not
paying for the paintings.
They're paying for the women.
Marco's no gallery
owner... he's a pimp.
Now we know
why Nicholas knocked out
so many of the same paintings
and why clients paid
so much for them.
You pay big bucks for a
painting, and a woman
comes home with you.
Hard money trail
for the authorities to follow.
Do you think Nicholas knew
his art was being used
as a front for prostitution?
If he did, maybe he was upset,
and he confronted Marco,
and things didn't go so well.
Ballistics just came in...
the gun that killed Nicholas
was a Lady Smith.
Dozens of sexy suspects,
50 johns...
Vice is gonna have
a field day with this.
I have to admit, this is
the best-looking room
of suspects
I've ever seen.
Great.
Then you'll have
a good time sussing out
if any of them are carrying.
Or if any of them
will cop to having
a relationship with Nicholas.
Do you think she's in on it?
One way to find out.
What I love about this painting
is the youthfulness,
the freshness.
As if it were uncorrupted
by the world.
Excuse me for a minute.
You get all that
from an orange canvas?
Nicholas was gifted.
What brings you by, Detective?
We thought
we'd pay our respects.
Obviously, we're
not the only ones.
Well, people really respond
to his work.
And yet this is the only gallery
where Nicholas's work
sells at these prices.
Well, that's Marco's gift...
making unknown artists
into stars.
I wish Nicholas was here
to enjoy it.
Excuse me.
Good evening.
A girl's gotta earn a living,
but nights like these,
I wish I was out of the game.
I'm Cat.
Daphne.
And there's nowhere to go.
At least with these guys,
you know where you stand.
Maybe, but I'm still holding
out for Prince Charming.
If you're looking for love,
take it from me...
it never works out.
Prince Charming is a liar.
I can't believe the
artist died in here.
Did you know him?
I heard that
he was in love with
one of the girls.
I met him... once or twice.
Acted like he was
a sensitive artist,
but he was "in love"
with a lot of girls.
Really? I heard over
at the bar that he,
applied for an apartment
two days ago, wanted to move
in with his girlfriend.
I hadn't heard that.
Excuse me.
You know they don't like it
when we stand in
one place for too long.
Where's Tess?
Either with the man of
her dreams or calling
Vice... your guess.
Making me talk to
other women all night,
it's a strange tactic,
but a memorable one.
Evan, can you just
excuse me for a second?
What are you doing here?
Are you okay?
I needed to see you.
I'm working.
Well, that's why I'm here.
The, murdered painter,
I found his studio and...
You what?
Well, you said stick to cases.
I didn't mean
for you to break and enter
a victim's private property.
Did you see the paintings?
Vincent, the paintings
don't matter.
It's just all a cover for
a high-end escort service.
Come with me.
Her name's Daphne.
I talked to her at the gallery.
She seemed...
jaded, bitter.
Or heartbroken.
Nicholas's mom said
that his girlfriend
broke up with him.
Maybe Daphne is just his model.
It may have started that way,
but it became more.
And look at the way
he... captured her.
The curve of her back.
The softness
of her skin.
He spent every waking moment
painting her.
She was in every brush stroke.
I know I'm not
the detective here, but...
this man, he loved this woman.
Now, maybe there
was someone else,
someone that didn't want them
to be together.
But they weren't together.
She said he loved
a lot of girls.
I find that hard to believe.
You know, maybe
she doubted him.
The way he felt about her.
But if he loved her so much...
why did she push him away?
She didn't feel worthy.
How can you be so sure?
'Cause I know
what it feels like.
♪ But I'm
♪ Still trying
Hey, who's Daphne Finnerty?
Nicholas's girlfriend...
those paintings
in the studio, all of her.
Was she at the gallery tonight?
Yeah. She said
she barely knew the guy.
But when I mentioned
the apartment that he leased,
she took off.
I don't think she realized
he wanted to move in with her.
Well, if she was his girlfriend,
wouldn't she know?
Unless someone made her doubt
that he loved her.
And the person who
wouldn't want her to move in
with her boyfriend is her pimp.
No, try madame...
Lauren, the curator,
she conveniently left
the gallery
right after she saw me.
Makes sense.
Found this at the studio.
People are supposed to use
those when they move art.
Yeah, "people" as in a curator
with a gallery show.
Could explain our white fibers.
I had a unit put on
Lauren's apartment.
Our conniving curator got
home ten minutes ago.
Anyone else enter the building
in the last ten minutes?
Yeah, a woman, early 20s.
Green dress?
Yeah.
- Just calm down.
- We can talk this through.
You lied to me!
I was protecting you!
That's Lauren's apartment.
He was the best thing
that ever happened to me!
The only man that I ever loved!
I know you're upset.
NYPD! Open up!
He's dead, and I
can never get him back!
But I swear I had nothing
to do with this, Daphne.
Drop your weapon!
Daphne, don't do this.
You couldn't stand the thought
that I might actually be happy.
Nicholas wouldn't want this
for you.
She told me I was
just a call girl,
that I meant nothing to him,
that I wasn't worthy of love.
He was gonna leave you anyways.
They always do.
And Lauren didn't want
to miss one
of her best moneymakers,
isn't that right?
He swore to me he wasn't
sleeping with any of
the other girls,
but I didn't believe him
because of your lies.
Nicholas knew he had to get
Daphne away from you.
That's what that phone
call was about;
not the price of the paintings,
but the price
of Daphne's freedom.
What?
It's not true.
But he didn't have the money
to buy her out,
so what did he do, Lauren,
threaten to expose
the entire operation?
Turn over that client list?
I wasn't gonna jeopardize
everything for a stupid whore.
You killed him!
And if you kill her,
you will be
throwing your life away.
Daphne, Nicholas, he...
he saw your true worth.
He did.
He loved you.
He loved you.
Put the gun down.
Put down your gun.
Daphne won't be charged.
I just got off
the phone with the DA's Office.
They agreed that her statement
will help make
the murder and pandering
charges stick.
Nice work, partner.
Thanks.
Hey, I'll buy you
a beer if you buy me one.
You are on. I just need
to do a couple things.
I'll meet you in, like, an hour?
Yeah.
Careful. Last time I made plans
with Catherine,
I ended up in a bordello.
I'm gonna finish my report...
over there, by myself.
Congratulations,
Detective Chandler.
And if I haven't
said it already,
you were great last night.
Not quite the undercover
experience that I'm used to,
but I think I acquitted
myself quite nicely.
I think you enjoyed yourself
a little too much.
Well, I could say
the same for you.
I saw you slip out of
the gallery with someone.
That was just a john
I was interviewing.
He said he knew
everything about the scheme,
but he didn't want
anyone to overhear.
Funny, I didn't peg him
as a client.
He shows up to an upscale escort
party wearing street clothes
and the only woman he wanted
to talk to is you.
Evan, a certain kind of woman
would take that as an insult.
Then let me make it up to you.
Dinner, no chaperone.
I think I'm gonna have
to take a rain check.
Has to rain sometime, Cat.
I'll wait.
You're very confident.
And patient.
You look beautiful.
What are you doing here?
I... owe you an apology.
You think?
Yes. I made, like,
a hundred assumptions
and I acted like an idiot.
A huge, jumbo-sized idiot.
But you wouldn't have had
to make so many assumptions
if I'd just been honest.
Your approval means
a lot to your dad.
Anyone would be lucky to have
you as part of their family.
I waited all night for you.
When I left...
No, not, not tonight,
um, when you didn't
show up for dinner.
But it seems like that's what
I do the most
with my time these days...
wait for the next moment
I get to see you.
Vincent, it never even occurred
to me that you didn't know
that you are the best
thing in my life right now.
I guess seeing me kiss
another guy
doesn't really help my chances.
I don't know how to do this.
You know, that,
artist's studio was, like, six
blocks from where I grew up.
Being back there
kind of got me thinking
about who I used to be.
You know, if that
Vincent Keller
had seen you with another guy,
he probably would've...
smacked him square
in the mouth.
Does it make me a terrible
person to admit that I'm glad
the thought crossed your mind?
No.
Who I am makes everything seem
impossible.
No.
Who you are...
it makes everything worth it.
Vincent, I have to go.
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