Beauty and the Beast (2012–2016): Season 3, Episode 2 - #DUPE# - full transcript
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 attacked 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!
Vincent, wait.
Listen to me.
You cannot kill 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.
Will you marry me?
Hey.
♪
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.
You really think
highly of yourself,
don't you,
Miss Chandler?
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 shot--
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 shot.
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.
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...
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 attack, 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.
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 shooting 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.
Room for one more?
Vincent?!
Heather.
♪ Beauty and the Beast 3x02 ♪
Primal Fear
Original Air Date on June 18, 2015
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
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.
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.
Sorry?
Just a little cough I got.
Just...
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.
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.
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.
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.
Look, I think I found
a lead at Agent Thomas' office.
Why not?
"Why not?" What do you...
what do you mean?
I mean, um...
I mean, what...
what about the lead?
Well, apparently,
Thomas busted this
ex-special forces guy
a couple weeks ago--
a courier with Effective
World-Wide Solutions.
Okay.
Why do I know that name?
Probably Afghanistan.
They traffic guns,
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.
All right, so...
whatever you do,
leave the shooting 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.
Hey. How'd it go?
Not great.
I almost lost it again.
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?
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.
Are your brothers watching me?
I feel like your brothers
are watching me.
Ignore 'em,
they're dicks.
Just relax.
Uh, hold it.
Yeah, my bad.
Uh, he actually has to use
my service revolver.
Whoa.
Why?
Uh, team gun.
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 shoot.
You got this.
Okay...
Point and shoot?
I was hanging on for dear life.
All right, all right, all right.
Try aiming low.
Use the kickback to help
hit something, anything.
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...
Not bad, buddy, not bad.
You owe your sister
an apology, birthday boy.
You sure this is
the right address?
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.
Looks like someone
beat 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.
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...
gun-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.
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?
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 shots.
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 shooters.
- 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?
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 weapon.
So, maybe Alton was
getting a serum, too.
But it was cut off when
Agent Thomas intercepted it.
Who then gave it to JT.
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!
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!
It's supposed to heal me.
You understand?
That's what they promised.
That's what's gonna happen.
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.
JT?!
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?
Heather! Please, not now, okay?!
- Where's JT?
- 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.
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 killed 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!
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 kill 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!!
JT!
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.
All right, I know how
to clear the room.
Get everyone out of here!
Now! Move!
Go! Go!
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.
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 kill 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 kill 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.
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 died 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...
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?
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 died 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...
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 shoot?
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.
Cat?
- Over here.
Hey.
Hey.
Mad at me?
For showering
with my fiancé?
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.
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.
Mm, no.
No, don't. Don't.
Don't answer
it, Catherine.
Please.
- Mm.
Ah, yes.
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 shot Agent Thomas.
He's dead.
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
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 attacked 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!
Vincent, wait.
Listen to me.
You cannot kill 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.
Will you marry me?
Hey.
♪
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.
You really think
highly of yourself,
don't you,
Miss Chandler?
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 shot--
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 shot.
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.
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...
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 attack, 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.
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 shooting 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.
Room for one more?
Vincent?!
Heather.
♪ Beauty and the Beast 3x02 ♪
Primal Fear
Original Air Date on June 18, 2015
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
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.
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.
Sorry?
Just a little cough I got.
Just...
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.
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.
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.
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.
Look, I think I found
a lead at Agent Thomas' office.
Why not?
"Why not?" What do you...
what do you mean?
I mean, um...
I mean, what...
what about the lead?
Well, apparently,
Thomas busted this
ex-special forces guy
a couple weeks ago--
a courier with Effective
World-Wide Solutions.
Okay.
Why do I know that name?
Probably Afghanistan.
They traffic guns,
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.
All right, so...
whatever you do,
leave the shooting 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.
Hey. How'd it go?
Not great.
I almost lost it again.
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?
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.
Are your brothers watching me?
I feel like your brothers
are watching me.
Ignore 'em,
they're dicks.
Just relax.
Uh, hold it.
Yeah, my bad.
Uh, he actually has to use
my service revolver.
Whoa.
Why?
Uh, team gun.
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 shoot.
You got this.
Okay...
Point and shoot?
I was hanging on for dear life.
All right, all right, all right.
Try aiming low.
Use the kickback to help
hit something, anything.
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...
Not bad, buddy, not bad.
You owe your sister
an apology, birthday boy.
You sure this is
the right address?
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.
Looks like someone
beat 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.
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...
gun-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.
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?
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 shots.
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 shooters.
- 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?
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 weapon.
So, maybe Alton was
getting a serum, too.
But it was cut off when
Agent Thomas intercepted it.
Who then gave it to JT.
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!
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!
It's supposed to heal me.
You understand?
That's what they promised.
That's what's gonna happen.
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.
JT?!
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?
Heather! Please, not now, okay?!
- Where's JT?
- 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.
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 killed 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!
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 kill 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!!
JT!
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.
All right, I know how
to clear the room.
Get everyone out of here!
Now! Move!
Go! Go!
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.
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 kill 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 kill 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.
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 died 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...
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?
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 died 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...
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 shoot?
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.
Cat?
- Over here.
Hey.
Hey.
Mad at me?
For showering
with my fiancé?
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.
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.
Mm, no.
No, don't. Don't.
Don't answer
it, Catherine.
Please.
- Mm.
Ah, yes.
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 shot Agent Thomas.
He's dead.
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