Beauty and the Beast (2012–2016): Season 4, Episode 1 - Monsieur et Madame Bete - full transcript
Vincent and Cat get married. Someone spoils their honeymoon by attempting to kill Vincent.
♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh,
ooh-ooh-ooh... ♪
(siren wailing)
♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Everything is all right... ♪
(laughing and kissing)
♪ Everything is all right,
everything's gonna be... ♪
(Vincent sighs)
You know, at some point
we should probably go out
and actually see Paris.
Mm-mm.
Okay.
I'm just saying...
Yeah.
I do hear the city
is quite beautiful.
Yeah, I hear it's
beautiful, too.
Maybe that's why we picked it
for our honeymoon.
The City of Love.
Which brings us
back to...
Catherine,
Catherine,
come on, time-out.
No, I don't want
to go out.
I just, I want to
stay here with you.
Okay, and usually
I'd be all for it,
but come on.
The Eiffel Tower awaits.
What is up with you?
Nothing.
Nothing, I just...
I don't want
this to end.
That's all.
It's not gonna end.
We're married.
(sighs)
Okay, look,
if you're worried about
something happening again,
then-then don't.
You know, it's b--
it's been over two months.
I think we're good.
That is what we
thought last year.
So, what,
you think if we just
stay cooped up in
the hotel room, we'll be safe?
Maybe?
Okay, no,
obviously.
I know that DHS covered
our tracks, your tracks,
but let's face it,
sooner or later,
something is
bound to happen.
I think that
the least likely scenario
is that you are never going
to have to beast out again.
I will if they screw up
our room service again.
Okay, look...
yes, you're right.
Fine.
Someday,
somebody is probably going
to try and attack me again,
or expose me, or us.
But who cares?
You know?
If they do--
actually, when they do--
we will be able to handle it.
Just like we always have.
(laughs)
You worry way too much,
you know that?
Gee, I wonder why?
Uh... round three?
Mm-hmm!
♪ ♪
JT:
You can't pass this class
without a thesis,
and you can't have a thesis
without a topic.
So... who hasn't declared yet?
Okay.
Jen?
Um, developmental bioenergetics?
Okay. Okay, that's good.
Roger.
Cross-species
genetic engineering.
Uh, no. Uh, that's...
not a good topic.
What's your second choice?
ROGER:
Why can't I do that one?
You wrote a paper
on the possibility
of cross-species genetics
six years ago.
It even got published.
Yeah, I know I wrote it, uh,
but that was just a theory,
a hypothetical.
More science fiction
than science.
Wait, now you're saying
it's not possible?
Um...
What I'm saying is that
it's a better topic
for an ethics class,
or-or bio theory,
but not biochemistry.
So, you don't believe superhuman
creatures exist, then?
Excuse me?
Genetically enhanced
human beings? Beasts?
Or at least that's what
the blogosphere's calling them.
The blogosphere?
It's no longer hypothetical,
Professor.
(overlapping chatter)
TESS: All right,
SWAT will be positioned
on the rooftops,
then flashbang grenades
will be fired inside,
the Humvee will pull the door,
and then Ferguson, Hernandez,
you enter with arrest warrants.
(knocking continues)
(mouthing words)
Sorry, guys.
Um...
(clears throat)
Please excuse me for a second.
Yeah.
Do you realize
how huge this bust is?
We've been prepping to take
these guys down for weeks.
I know, I'm sorry, but
this is really important.
Why? Did somebody get hurt?
No, but they're going to
unless we do something
to stop it.
What?
The blogosphere
found out about beasts.
The blogosphere.
Yeah.
And apparently
it's mushrooming, too.
All because of one
blogger in particular,
Peter Duncan,
and he's got Web cred.
Come here.
Are you out of your mind?
What?
Hey. Break's over.
Please.
Sorry, Cap.
It has been two months
since DHS has covered
all things beast,
which means that's two months
I haven't had to worry
about losing my job.
Do you understand?
I know, but we can't ignore
this, it's big.
It's a blogger.
Not just any blogger,
a celebrity blogger,
and one who claims
to have proof.
Look, what if he's picked up on
all the exposure threats
from last year
and somehow pieced it together?
I already told you,
Homeland Security
covered all those tracks.
Mainstream tracks, maybe,
but not digital tracks,
the kind that techies,
bloggers and geeks
like me pick up on.
And if that's what
this guy Duncan's done,
then Vincent
could get exposed.
Look, JT, we're...
we're moving in together.
We found a great place, a steal.
I know, but...
You're back to teaching,
I'm back to running
the precinct...
we're back to normal.
We've gotta get out of the habit
of looking for trouble
all the time.
Otherwise, we can never
move forward.
Look, I gotta
get back to work
and you've gotta
get back to packing.
(sighs)
If it turns out to be something,
we'll deal with it,
but until then, come on, okay?
Let's just move on
with our lives.
(dialing)
(line ringing)
Heather?
I need your help.
♪ ♪
Bonjour!
(laughs)
Slow down, slow down!
(shrieks)
Whoa!
(bicycle bell rings,
Vincent speaks indistinctly)
Here.
You hungry?
(chuckles): Okay.
Catch.
Okay, that was a terrible throw.
Ah!
(whoops)
♪ ♪
Vincent, I can't keep up.
Slow down.
Vincent...
Aah! Ow.
Hey!
Hello?!
Anyone in there?
Vincent!
Hey, can you hear me?
Hang in there,
all right?
I'm gonna get you out.
(metal creaking)
All right,
hang in there.
Sir?
Sir?
Can you hear me?
Okay, stay with me, all right?
I'm gonna get you out,
all right?
(coughs)
(both speaking French)
Oh, crap.
(low growling)
Vincent!
Go!
Are you okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
(speaks French)
Please tell me
they didn't see anything.
Yeah.
♪ Beauty and the Beast 4x01 ♪
Monsieur et Madame Bete
Original Air Date on Jun
(speaking French)
Okay, if he didn't
see anything, why does he
keep pointing at you?
VINCENT: Come on,
the guy was barely conscious.
He probably
doesn't even know
what he saw.
We're fine.
Yeah, we'll see. Bonjour.
Comment ça Va?
Très bien, merci.
(speaking French)
Catherine Chandler.
Détective Chandler, NYPD.
Spooked?
Spooked?
(phone rings)
Très bien, merci.
Au revoir.
See?
Told you, you
worry too much.
(woman shrieks)
Not good.
So you have cops parked out
in front of your house now?
What? What-what do you mean?
I just got a jaywalking ticket.
A jaywalking ticket!
I mean,
who doesn't jaywalk
in New York?
How am I even supposed
to pay for this?
Of course, it would help if I
could find a job, which I can't.
Or if I had a place
to live, which I don't.
Hey, are you moving?
Never mind that.
Uh, I need your help.
You did crisis management
in PR, right?
Well, that is PR.
Wait, why?
This blogger is making
waves, beast waves,
and we got to stop him
before tomorrow.
Why? What happens tomorrow?
I don't know,
but he's gonna make
some big announcement,
possibly expose Vincent.
I mean, this Duncan guy is
legit, he's been investigating
all the exposure threats
DHS covered up-- cold cases,
maulings,
vigilante stuff.
And since his blog is
starting to gain traction
with the fringe crowd, we've got
to stop him before it goes wide.
Okay.
I mean, why not?
It's been a little slow since
the last big showdown and all.
So, yeah, I'm game.
Okay.
So what do we do,
how do we stop this?
We have to discredit
him somehow,
make people lose faith in him.
How? He's not making
any of this stuff up.
I know, but we have to make
his fan base think that he is
Okay, so hack into his computer,
corrupt his files?
No, that'll just only confirm
that somebody's
trying to stop him
and fan the conspiracy flames.
We have to control
the messaging somehow.
I know.
We have to get
to his computer
and send out
the disinformation from there
to make it look legit.
Fine, but how?
Well, uh... like, maybe
a little breaking and entering?
But we've done
so much worse.
Come on.
Oh.
(gasps)
Shh.
Are you sure this
is a good idea?
It was your idea.
I know.
But maybe it
wasn't a good one.
Well, this doesn't
look right.
Why?
What do you mean?
Well, you know, it's nicely
decorated and classy.
It's not really
what I expected from a blogger.
What'd you expect, wall-to-wall
computers and video games?
Yeah.
MAN:
Who the hell are you?
Oh. Oh, uh...
(clears throat)
Uh, sorry, sorry.
(JT stammers)
We must be in the
wrong apartment.
Uh, is this 3C?
3B.
Oh.
(laughs) 3B.
Uh, No-no wonder it
didn't look familiar.
Come on, honey, let's
get out of here.
Ah, my bad.
Honey, let's go. Um...
(whispering):
JT.
I'm going to ask one more time.
Who are you?
Uh...
Nobody really.
(screaming)
Oh.
Run, hurry!
(screams)
(indistinct chatter)
Heather. Heather?
H...
Heather!
Heather!
(Vincent clears his throat)
Well, at least we finally
got out of the hotel room.
And nearly got exposed.
But I didn't.
Yeah, but you almost did.
What do you want
me to do, nothing?
No, of course not,
that's not the point.
Okay, then what
is the point?
Really? We're gonna
have our first fight
as a married couple
on our honeymoon?
Sorry.
That's just our new
reality, that's all.
We're so used to worrying
about being exposed
by somebody who's after you,
but this, this is different.
This is our future.
Even doing the right
thing is a threat.
There are cameras
everywhere.
Come on, what
choice do we have?
Neither one of us is the kind
of person not to get involved.
And that is not
about to change
just because we got
married, right?
Yeah, I don't want
to change it, I don't.
But you have to admit
that the consequences
of being exposed
are pretty huge.
We have never got
caught, have we?
No, but...
No, and we are not
about to either.
You want to know why?
Hmm?
Tell me.
Because...
we have gone through so much
just to get to this point.
That we've overcome
so many obstacles,
more than any other couple
could possibly...
ever handle--
that's why...
we have made it.
(chuckles)
We got nothing
to worry about.
(phone ringing)
Mm.
JT, is everything all right?
No. Sorry, it's not.
Heather's hurt, and I'm pretty
sure Vincent's in trouble.
Let me guess-- honeymoon's over.
Are you all right?
Tess. Hey.
Are you hurt?
No, I... I don't think so.
And Heather's
gonna be okay, too.
Thank God.
(chuckles):
Yeah. No kidding.
(thump)
Ow.
What the hell were you thinking?
I can explain.
No, you can't, JT.
Forget the fact that you're
guilty of breaking and entering.
Which, by the way, makes you
a possible murder suspect.
You could have
gotten yourself killed.
Heather, too.
You think we expected
to find a killer inside?
And not just any killer,
but an assassin.
You should have seen
what he did to the blogger.
Which, by the way,
proves I was right.
About what?
About what Duncan knew,
or at least thought he knew,
about... beasts.
Why else would the killer
have taken his hard drive
and killed him?
Bloggers piss people off
all the time.
You don't know it
was because of...
the “B” word.
That's what detectives
are for, not professors.
And this is so not us
moving forward, JT,
this is us moving backwards.
You okay?
Uh, yeah, sure...
(chuckles)
How you feeling?
Feeling? Me? Um...
fine.
Good. That's great.
Um...
are you a doctor?
Oh.
(laughs) Uh... sorry,
you probably don't remember it.
I'm the EMT who brought you in.
Oh, you are?
Yeah.
Kyle.
Kyle, it's nice to meet you.
I'm Heather.
I know.
I brought you in.
(both laugh)
Right. (laughs)
Well, Doc says you're
gonna be okay.
No concussions,
no broken bones.
You're lucky-- that
was a pretty bad fall.
Yeah.
You weren't the one
who changed me in-into my...
(laughs)
No.
Okay. (laughs)
Yeah, I-I just
bring the patients in.
Nurses do all
that other fun stuff.
I mean...
I didn't mean it that way.
I-I just...
Anyway,
uh...
(chuckles)
So... what happened
in that apartment?
Did you see who killed that guy?
Oh, um...
you know...
TESS: Hey.
Police business. Out.
Just so we're clear,
Cat would kill you for this,
you know that, right?
Yeah.
(sighs): Look... maybe the
blogger did know about beasts,
which means the killer
does now, too.
All right, now we're talking.
TESS:
Or not. Either way,
it's a police investigation,
do you understand me?
A murder-- which means,
you stay out of it, both of you.
And keep Cat and Vincent
out of it, too.
(sighs)
What?
Um, I already sort
of called them.
TESS:
In Paris on their honeymoon?
Heather got hurt-- what was I
supposed to do, not tell them?
They're already
on their way back.
I don't get it--
it's almost like
you guys miss
all this craziness. Do you?
(chuckles):
No. Of course not.
Of course not.
All right, look,
go to the airport,
turn Cat and Vincent around.
What?!
Yeah?
To France?
How? They're not
gonna want to go back.
Make them. Tell them you
overreacted, jumped the gun.
Tell them Heather's fine.
Just do whatever you have to do
to keep them out of here until
we know exactly what's going on.
I don't need any more beast crap
to cover up.
(sighs)
WOMAN (over P.A.): Last call for Flight 707
to Los Angeles.
CATHERINE:
JT!
What are you doing here?
Hey! Welcome back. Bonjour!
What, you got a cab waiting
for us or something?
A cab? No, uh, listen,
I-I think there's been
some sort of mix-up.
What do you mean?
Okay, can we talk about this
on the way to the hospital?
Yeah.
Actually, no.
Uh, we don't really need
to go to the hospital.
Heather's fine.
She's been released.
She's... on her way home.
Home?
I mean, you know,
to your place.
She's house-sitting, right?
Okay, wait-wait-wait.
Uh, I'm confused.
I thought you said
that she fell three stories.
More like two
and a half.
Couple of bruises,
that's it.
O-Okay, and what
about this blogger?
You said he-he knows
something about me?
Possibly but
maybe not.
I might have jumped
the gun a little.
I apologize-- I-I
shouldn't have called
and ruined your
honeymoon, but...
hey, there's another flight
to Paris in a couple hours,
so, allez, vite!
Wait!
Tess is pissed
that you called us, isn't she?
No.
Yes.
But Heather
really is okay.
I promise.
And... Tess is right--
I shouldn't have dragged her
into this, I shouldn't
have put her in harm's way.
Come on, man, you shouldn't put
yourself into harm's way.
What the hell are you thinking?
I don't know. I mean,
I really thought this blogger
was maybe gonna expose you,
and then he got killed,
then I don't know what's going on.
Maybe Tess is right--
maybe I'm just
used to getting into trouble.
Okay, look,
on the bright side, if it
does turn out to be something,
it'll be a good thing
you called, right?
(groans): Aw, Tess is gonna kill me.
I will
take care of Tess.
You track the killer,
see if you can figure out why
he wanted to kill the blogger so badly.
Love you.
Love you. Mwah!
Uh, b-but what, what
are you gonna tell Tess?
Come on!
(siren wails, chirps)
TESS: What do you mean
he was tortured? How?
Who would do
something like that?
Don't be mad at JT.
We wouldn't leave.
No, it's probably a good thing.
All right, send
me the M.E.'s report,
along with whatever else
was on the blogger's cloud.
I need to know
what the killer has
and what his next move is.
What's going on?
Oh, you know, just people
getting skinned alive,
um, cover-ups,
beast hunters-- I'm screwed.
“Beast hunters”?
Door.
Do you remember
how close Liam came
to exposing Vincent
last year?
You know, dredging up
beastly cold cases?
Yeah, but Agent Russo
had DHS cover that up for us.
Apparently some
conspiracy theory blogger
stayed on the case
and was going to offer up
proof of beasts
this afternoon.
But somebody killed him first?
Yeah, after torturing him
for information.
JT and Heather were lucky
they got out of there alive,
because whoever this killer
is, he's badass.
So, JT was right.
Yes, yes.
Unfortunately.
Oh, Cat, geez.
Really, I really,
I thought we were past all this.
I thought it was over.
Believe me, you're not
the only one surprised
that we're back.
How do we ever move on?
How do we get
back to our normal lives
if we're constantly playing
whack-a-beast all the time?
I don't know,
but we can't stop trying.
Somehow, some way,
there's a way out of this,
I know it.
We just have to find it.
I thought I did.
I thought JT and I did,
you know?
We're supposed
to move in together
like normal people do.
Look, we just have to take this
one step at a time.
If we can find
this killer,
hopefully we can
put an end to it
before anybody else
starts looking for beasts.
Amen.
Your lips, God's ears.
(phone rings)
Yeah.
Wait, are you sure?
All right, thanks.
What is it?
I.T. says that
the blogger discovered
somebody at DHS
squashed the cold cases,
which you and I know
link to Vincent,
so it means that
the killer knows about...
Agent Russo.
We have to warn him.
CATHERINE:
Freeze!
TESS:
Hands up!
Turn around.
Stop, don't move.
Stop!
So...
how was the honeymoon?
Excuse me.
Is that Agent Russo?
Tortured, too,
just like the blogger.
How the killer
got past security
and surveillance,
I have no clue.
He's obviously a pro.
Wait, what are you guys
even doing here,
how'd you find out?
Uh, Vincent beast-tracked
the killer from
the blogger's apartment.
(whispers):
Really?
Sorry.
Okay, look, obviously he's following
the blogger's trail.
The question is, why is he
torturing and killing people
just to try and find...
You?
Well,
I don't think he
knows it's me yet.
Otherwise why would
he come looking here?
Still, he's getting close.
Real close.
Deputy secretary's
getting nervous.
Can you blame him?
With Russo gone,
he's the only other agent
who knows about this.
Yeah, you think maybe
he's starting to regret
covering for us?
No, he just
wants us to keep it quiet,
especially from
the rest of DHS.
He went out on a limb
to protect us,
he doesn't want it to bite him
in the ass either.
Yeah, well, then
we'd better find
the killer before the
other agents do.
And before
the blogosphere finds out.
Duncan getting
killed was big news,
which only made
the conspiracy theorists
that much more convinced that
somebody's hiding the truth.
Exposure concerns all around.
Yeah, well,
I'm more worried about you
right now. Now that he knows
that you're involved.
He's probably
gonna come
looking for you next
to try and ID me.
At our apartment.
Heather.
(Heather exclaiming)
Heather.
Whoa.
(gasps)
Heather?
Cat?
Kyle?
Keller?
What, you two know each other?
Yeah, he's an EMT.
I was just checking on her.
Aren't you supposed
to be in France?
Yes, and you aren't supposed
to be in our bed.
That's just...
that's wrong.
Wrong.
Right.
I'm sorry.
Don't worry about it.
(sighs)
Well, that was awkward.
Heath,
we thought you were in trouble.
Trouble, why?
Because
we knew you were staying here,
and someone's
probably after Catherine.
So what else is new?
What? It's
always
either one
of you two.
Or JT, or me.
How long have you known Karl?
Kyle.
And, you know, a while.
Okay, fine. Like a day.
A day?
I don't need your sisterly
judgment right now, okay?
I'm a grown woman.
Who tends to fall
for guys too fast.
I'm sorry.
It's just, I don't think
that now is the best time
to start seeing somebody.
Why not?
Because somebody might
be trying to expose me.
Again, what else is new?
You're serious?
For right now, yeah.
I just think
it's too dangerous
for you, Heath,
and for, uh... Karl.
Kyle.
It's Kyle.
And maybe you should
find a new place to live,
at least until
everything, you know,
blows over.
Really? And when will that be--
in, like, 50 years?
(door opens, closes)
If we're lucky, 50 years.
Oh, come on.
No.
No, she's right, we should
be realistic about this.
Who's to say this will not
continue happening forever?
Hey, hey, we will
find a way out, okay?
Yeah, how?
I-I don't know,
but we will, okay? We
haven't come this far
not to get our
happily ever after back.
Unless, of course,
you want a divorce.
I get the espresso maker.
I get the juicer.
See-- who needs lawyers?
Yes.
I love you.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, so what
are we gonna do?
How are we gonna get this guy?
Well, I think the best way
would be to have him
get me first.
Hmm.
♪ ♪
Well, looks like JT managed
to get the whole blogosphere
to think this big beast
announcement's still happening.
I can't believe how many people
actually showed up.
Now we just have to hope
the killer shows up, too.
Yeah, I just wish
Tess could ID the guy
before he actually got here.
I don't even know
what he looks like, I got
no idea what I'm up against.
Just
grab whoever grabs me
before he skins me alive.
That is not funny.
Come on, I mean,
there's so many
moving pieces here,
so many things can go wrong.
Look how many cameras
are around--
they're everywhere.
You remember Paris?
Look who's the
worrywart now.
The plan worked on Liam.
This guy isn't even superhuman.
Come on, Vincent, we've got a
honeymoon to get back to, okay?
Yes, okay.
Don't forget to save me.
Yeah.
Always.
I don't like this.
♪ ♪
Cat?
Catherine.
Catherine?
Catherine!
Excuse me.
Excuse me, excuse me!
(indistinct chatter)
Cat?
TESS: The killer's got a very
specific M.O., all right?
He-he skins people,
tortures them--
how can we not find him?
I had better luck
in the good ol' days when I had
to hack into
the Fed's computers.
The good ol' days, JT?
That's not what I meant.
Then what did you mean?
I don't know, I just...
Look, I don't want to go back
to that, either, okay?
I don't.
But if you want me
to be perfectly honest,
the one thing I do miss is...
...being part
of something bigger.
Just like you convinced
me of when you told me
I was meant to do things
with my life, important things.
And you did. We did.
But, come on,
ducking beast hunters
and covering our asses
all the time can't possibly be
what you miss, can it?
No, of course not.
But what are we supposed to do
right now, not help?
Hey. Where's Cat?
Uh, I-I lost her.
What?
What?
It was... it was crowded, okay?
And I-I panicked
and I-I just lost her, okay?
It's been a while
since I've done this.
Okay, okay. Did you I.D. him?
No, no. Did you I.D. him yet?
No.
No.
Okay, look.
We need to find this guy
immediately before he does
anything to hurt her.
Okay. Okay, problem is, even
though the deputy secretary's
given us complete access,
nothing pops up on this guy.
All right, well, maybe don't
just look for hit men, okay?
Maybe look for any kind
of killer or mercenary.
The keyword is
“mutilate,” all right?
The guy is creepy.
You sensing something?
Yeah.
This guy's not just
a hit man. He's a expert hunter.
A hunter, what do you mean?
I mean he doesn't
just skin people
for the hell of it.
Okay, look for poachers,
wildlife traffickers,
black-markma smugglers,
maybe even big game hunters.
Seems our killer
thinks
I'm the ultimate trophy kill.
(hisses)
(growls)
(monkey screeches)
(gunshot)
(gasps)
(groans)
Got tired of waiting for you
to wake up, Detective Chandler.
Who are you?
Oh, I think you know who I am,
what I want.
The creature, the beast.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
Sure, you do.
Agent Russo told me.
People will say anything
when they're being tortured.
Usually the truth, though.
Okay, look,
I don't have any idea what
Agent Russo was investigating.
I was just there
investigating a murder.
I don't know anything
about... beasts.
I don't... I don't believe
in that crap.
I think you do,
and I think you know who it is.
And seeing as someone's
willing to pay $5 million
to capture one, I think
I should know who it is.
$5 million? There's a bounty?
A credible one, as well.
Otherwise I wouldn't have
gone to all this trouble
to track him down.
Who's putting up the money?
How does he even know it exists?
I don't know and I don't care.
He obviously does.
Actually, you rarely get to know
the buyers in my line of work.
Human targets, exotic
animals-- all the same to me.
But the people who pay me,
they prefer to remain anonymous.
For obvious reasons.
Okay, are you sure it's him?
JT: Facial recognition says yes,
but I'm not sure. It's dark.
Okay.
Okay, which pier?
Either Pier 89 or 90.
Damn it, which one is it?
I don't know. He could
be walking to either one.
Fish and Wildlife busted
a smuggling ring at Pier 89
five years ago. I'm on my way.
It's 89.
Okay, I'll be there.
I know you're repulsed by
what I do, but it's a craft
like anything else.
If there wasn't a market
for this kind of thing,
I wouldn't do it.
I'm really just
a businessman.
Nothing justifies killing
innocent people and animals.
$5 million justifies a lot.
Now,
just give me a name,
and we don't have
to go through all this.
Screw you.
(monkey screeching)
(grunting)
(gunshot)
(grunts)
(panting)
(snarling)
Vincent!
(snarling)
(man groans)
Here's my report.
And you explained how the killer
got impaled how, exactly?
We fought, I kicked his ass,
and he tripped.
Mm-hmm.
(sighs) Mm-hmm.
Another cover-up.
Not completely.
We stopped a poacher,
we shut down
his wildlife smuggling
operation. That is legit.
True. Plus, we kept him
from turning your husband
into a trophy head.
Also true. See, win-win.
Still, Vincent's lucky
he got out of there
before the media arrived.
We're all lucky. Again.
Sorry we keep
dragging you back into this,
Tess.
It's-it's not what we chose,
obviously.
It's not your fault.
It's actually my fault.
If I had just listened
to JT when he first came
to me with this... I just...
I really believed
that it was all over.
Just enough time had passed
since the last beast battle
to give me hope, so...
Well, how do you think I feel?
I got yanked away
from my honeymoon
to find out that there's
a beast bounty
out there.
I guess our work's not done yet.
Will it ever be?
(soft knocking)
Hey.
Hey.
Glad to see you're
still packing, at least.
Yep.
JT, please, I'm sorry, okay?
I should have listened to you.
I should have. I just...
I didn't want to believe it was
all happening again, you know?
I just wanted our real lives
back.
So do I.
Do you, really?
Yes, I do.
But, look,
we're in different places
in our lives,
or at least in our careers.
You're a police
captain. You make
a big difference, all the time.
I don't.
Are you kidding?
You affect dozens
of college students, hundreds.
That makes a huge difference.
I know, but...
Look, I want normal
as much as anybody,
but I've been a part of
something not normal for years,
ever since my best
friend became a beast.
Do I miss it? No.
But did it form me,
change me?
Yeah, it did.
So, I don't... I don't
understand. What does that mean?
I mean...
I don't know what I mean.
But I do know
that I can't deny
that it's part of who I am now,
the need to make
a bigger difference,
the very thing you convinced me
of last year.
I want to
find that.
I need that in my life.
And I need you to support that.
Okay.
As long as you don't get
yourself killed in the process.
♪ ♪
What is this?
Bordeaux and the rest
of our honeymoon.
(chuckles)
Please,
take a seat.
Wow. This looks amazing.
What is it?
Yeah. Uh, well,
let me tell you.
(grunts)
Voila.
Uh,
v-vich...
Vichyssoise.
With sour cream and chives,
uh, endive
with candied pecans,
and aubergine Pro-ven-cal.
(laughs)
I think it's “Provençal.”
Sí.
Oui.
Yes.
I wanted to go vegetarian
after everything that happened,
you know?
That's good thinkin'.
Please.
Oh.
Ah. To us.
To us.
Are you a little worried
you're so exposed up here?
Uh, no.
No, I think we caught the
bounty hunter, we're good.
Come on. Where there's one,
there are more.
It's only a matter of time
before somebody picks up
on the trail.
$5 million is a lot of money.
Yeah, well, actually,
I was a little disappointed.
I think I'm worth more than that.
Vincent,
I am being serious.
Come on.
One mystery buyer puts out
a bounty on a beast.
He has no idea it's me.
I mean,
the-the poacher
didn't even know it was me, right?
Yeah,
but he was close.
And who's to
say that you
aren't the last beast standing?
Uh, exactly.
All the more reason why I should
be worth a hell of a lot more.
(sighs)
Watch those worry lines.
Okay. You're not worried,
I'm not worried.
Great. Fantastic.
Fine.
Still...
No, please.
Seriously,
Vincent, you're not worried?
No.
All right, honestly,
maybe a little.
But there's only so much
worrying one can do, right?
I mean, there's Muirfield,
Gabe, Liam,
and now bounty hunters.
There's always gonna be
something.
Still, there's got to be a way
to stop it somehow.
So we can live
like a normal married couple,
without worrying about
being exposed, too.
Okay, yes,
but until that happens,
this is who we are,
my dear wife,
for better, for worse.
Monsieur et Madame Bête.
♪ ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh,
ooh-ooh-ooh... ♪
(siren wailing)
♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Everything is all right... ♪
(laughing and kissing)
♪ Everything is all right,
everything's gonna be... ♪
(Vincent sighs)
You know, at some point
we should probably go out
and actually see Paris.
Mm-mm.
Okay.
I'm just saying...
Yeah.
I do hear the city
is quite beautiful.
Yeah, I hear it's
beautiful, too.
Maybe that's why we picked it
for our honeymoon.
The City of Love.
Which brings us
back to...
Catherine,
Catherine,
come on, time-out.
No, I don't want
to go out.
I just, I want to
stay here with you.
Okay, and usually
I'd be all for it,
but come on.
The Eiffel Tower awaits.
What is up with you?
Nothing.
Nothing, I just...
I don't want
this to end.
That's all.
It's not gonna end.
We're married.
(sighs)
Okay, look,
if you're worried about
something happening again,
then-then don't.
You know, it's b--
it's been over two months.
I think we're good.
That is what we
thought last year.
So, what,
you think if we just
stay cooped up in
the hotel room, we'll be safe?
Maybe?
Okay, no,
obviously.
I know that DHS covered
our tracks, your tracks,
but let's face it,
sooner or later,
something is
bound to happen.
I think that
the least likely scenario
is that you are never going
to have to beast out again.
I will if they screw up
our room service again.
Okay, look...
yes, you're right.
Fine.
Someday,
somebody is probably going
to try and attack me again,
or expose me, or us.
But who cares?
You know?
If they do--
actually, when they do--
we will be able to handle it.
Just like we always have.
(laughs)
You worry way too much,
you know that?
Gee, I wonder why?
Uh... round three?
Mm-hmm!
♪ ♪
JT:
You can't pass this class
without a thesis,
and you can't have a thesis
without a topic.
So... who hasn't declared yet?
Okay.
Jen?
Um, developmental bioenergetics?
Okay. Okay, that's good.
Roger.
Cross-species
genetic engineering.
Uh, no. Uh, that's...
not a good topic.
What's your second choice?
ROGER:
Why can't I do that one?
You wrote a paper
on the possibility
of cross-species genetics
six years ago.
It even got published.
Yeah, I know I wrote it, uh,
but that was just a theory,
a hypothetical.
More science fiction
than science.
Wait, now you're saying
it's not possible?
Um...
What I'm saying is that
it's a better topic
for an ethics class,
or-or bio theory,
but not biochemistry.
So, you don't believe superhuman
creatures exist, then?
Excuse me?
Genetically enhanced
human beings? Beasts?
Or at least that's what
the blogosphere's calling them.
The blogosphere?
It's no longer hypothetical,
Professor.
(overlapping chatter)
TESS: All right,
SWAT will be positioned
on the rooftops,
then flashbang grenades
will be fired inside,
the Humvee will pull the door,
and then Ferguson, Hernandez,
you enter with arrest warrants.
(knocking continues)
(mouthing words)
Sorry, guys.
Um...
(clears throat)
Please excuse me for a second.
Yeah.
Do you realize
how huge this bust is?
We've been prepping to take
these guys down for weeks.
I know, I'm sorry, but
this is really important.
Why? Did somebody get hurt?
No, but they're going to
unless we do something
to stop it.
What?
The blogosphere
found out about beasts.
The blogosphere.
Yeah.
And apparently
it's mushrooming, too.
All because of one
blogger in particular,
Peter Duncan,
and he's got Web cred.
Come here.
Are you out of your mind?
What?
Hey. Break's over.
Please.
Sorry, Cap.
It has been two months
since DHS has covered
all things beast,
which means that's two months
I haven't had to worry
about losing my job.
Do you understand?
I know, but we can't ignore
this, it's big.
It's a blogger.
Not just any blogger,
a celebrity blogger,
and one who claims
to have proof.
Look, what if he's picked up on
all the exposure threats
from last year
and somehow pieced it together?
I already told you,
Homeland Security
covered all those tracks.
Mainstream tracks, maybe,
but not digital tracks,
the kind that techies,
bloggers and geeks
like me pick up on.
And if that's what
this guy Duncan's done,
then Vincent
could get exposed.
Look, JT, we're...
we're moving in together.
We found a great place, a steal.
I know, but...
You're back to teaching,
I'm back to running
the precinct...
we're back to normal.
We've gotta get out of the habit
of looking for trouble
all the time.
Otherwise, we can never
move forward.
Look, I gotta
get back to work
and you've gotta
get back to packing.
(sighs)
If it turns out to be something,
we'll deal with it,
but until then, come on, okay?
Let's just move on
with our lives.
(dialing)
(line ringing)
Heather?
I need your help.
♪ ♪
Bonjour!
(laughs)
Slow down, slow down!
(shrieks)
Whoa!
(bicycle bell rings,
Vincent speaks indistinctly)
Here.
You hungry?
(chuckles): Okay.
Catch.
Okay, that was a terrible throw.
Ah!
(whoops)
♪ ♪
Vincent, I can't keep up.
Slow down.
Vincent...
Aah! Ow.
Hey!
Hello?!
Anyone in there?
Vincent!
Hey, can you hear me?
Hang in there,
all right?
I'm gonna get you out.
(metal creaking)
All right,
hang in there.
Sir?
Sir?
Can you hear me?
Okay, stay with me, all right?
I'm gonna get you out,
all right?
(coughs)
(both speaking French)
Oh, crap.
(low growling)
Vincent!
Go!
Are you okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.
(speaks French)
Please tell me
they didn't see anything.
Yeah.
♪ Beauty and the Beast 4x01 ♪
Monsieur et Madame Bete
Original Air Date on Jun
(speaking French)
Okay, if he didn't
see anything, why does he
keep pointing at you?
VINCENT: Come on,
the guy was barely conscious.
He probably
doesn't even know
what he saw.
We're fine.
Yeah, we'll see. Bonjour.
Comment ça Va?
Très bien, merci.
(speaking French)
Catherine Chandler.
Détective Chandler, NYPD.
Spooked?
Spooked?
(phone rings)
Très bien, merci.
Au revoir.
See?
Told you, you
worry too much.
(woman shrieks)
Not good.
So you have cops parked out
in front of your house now?
What? What-what do you mean?
I just got a jaywalking ticket.
A jaywalking ticket!
I mean,
who doesn't jaywalk
in New York?
How am I even supposed
to pay for this?
Of course, it would help if I
could find a job, which I can't.
Or if I had a place
to live, which I don't.
Hey, are you moving?
Never mind that.
Uh, I need your help.
You did crisis management
in PR, right?
Well, that is PR.
Wait, why?
This blogger is making
waves, beast waves,
and we got to stop him
before tomorrow.
Why? What happens tomorrow?
I don't know,
but he's gonna make
some big announcement,
possibly expose Vincent.
I mean, this Duncan guy is
legit, he's been investigating
all the exposure threats
DHS covered up-- cold cases,
maulings,
vigilante stuff.
And since his blog is
starting to gain traction
with the fringe crowd, we've got
to stop him before it goes wide.
Okay.
I mean, why not?
It's been a little slow since
the last big showdown and all.
So, yeah, I'm game.
Okay.
So what do we do,
how do we stop this?
We have to discredit
him somehow,
make people lose faith in him.
How? He's not making
any of this stuff up.
I know, but we have to make
his fan base think that he is
Okay, so hack into his computer,
corrupt his files?
No, that'll just only confirm
that somebody's
trying to stop him
and fan the conspiracy flames.
We have to control
the messaging somehow.
I know.
We have to get
to his computer
and send out
the disinformation from there
to make it look legit.
Fine, but how?
Well, uh... like, maybe
a little breaking and entering?
But we've done
so much worse.
Come on.
Oh.
(gasps)
Shh.
Are you sure this
is a good idea?
It was your idea.
I know.
But maybe it
wasn't a good one.
Well, this doesn't
look right.
Why?
What do you mean?
Well, you know, it's nicely
decorated and classy.
It's not really
what I expected from a blogger.
What'd you expect, wall-to-wall
computers and video games?
Yeah.
MAN:
Who the hell are you?
Oh. Oh, uh...
(clears throat)
Uh, sorry, sorry.
(JT stammers)
We must be in the
wrong apartment.
Uh, is this 3C?
3B.
Oh.
(laughs) 3B.
Uh, No-no wonder it
didn't look familiar.
Come on, honey, let's
get out of here.
Ah, my bad.
Honey, let's go. Um...
(whispering):
JT.
I'm going to ask one more time.
Who are you?
Uh...
Nobody really.
(screaming)
Oh.
Run, hurry!
(screams)
(indistinct chatter)
Heather. Heather?
H...
Heather!
Heather!
(Vincent clears his throat)
Well, at least we finally
got out of the hotel room.
And nearly got exposed.
But I didn't.
Yeah, but you almost did.
What do you want
me to do, nothing?
No, of course not,
that's not the point.
Okay, then what
is the point?
Really? We're gonna
have our first fight
as a married couple
on our honeymoon?
Sorry.
That's just our new
reality, that's all.
We're so used to worrying
about being exposed
by somebody who's after you,
but this, this is different.
This is our future.
Even doing the right
thing is a threat.
There are cameras
everywhere.
Come on, what
choice do we have?
Neither one of us is the kind
of person not to get involved.
And that is not
about to change
just because we got
married, right?
Yeah, I don't want
to change it, I don't.
But you have to admit
that the consequences
of being exposed
are pretty huge.
We have never got
caught, have we?
No, but...
No, and we are not
about to either.
You want to know why?
Hmm?
Tell me.
Because...
we have gone through so much
just to get to this point.
That we've overcome
so many obstacles,
more than any other couple
could possibly...
ever handle--
that's why...
we have made it.
(chuckles)
We got nothing
to worry about.
(phone ringing)
Mm.
JT, is everything all right?
No. Sorry, it's not.
Heather's hurt, and I'm pretty
sure Vincent's in trouble.
Let me guess-- honeymoon's over.
Are you all right?
Tess. Hey.
Are you hurt?
No, I... I don't think so.
And Heather's
gonna be okay, too.
Thank God.
(chuckles):
Yeah. No kidding.
(thump)
Ow.
What the hell were you thinking?
I can explain.
No, you can't, JT.
Forget the fact that you're
guilty of breaking and entering.
Which, by the way, makes you
a possible murder suspect.
You could have
gotten yourself killed.
Heather, too.
You think we expected
to find a killer inside?
And not just any killer,
but an assassin.
You should have seen
what he did to the blogger.
Which, by the way,
proves I was right.
About what?
About what Duncan knew,
or at least thought he knew,
about... beasts.
Why else would the killer
have taken his hard drive
and killed him?
Bloggers piss people off
all the time.
You don't know it
was because of...
the “B” word.
That's what detectives
are for, not professors.
And this is so not us
moving forward, JT,
this is us moving backwards.
You okay?
Uh, yeah, sure...
(chuckles)
How you feeling?
Feeling? Me? Um...
fine.
Good. That's great.
Um...
are you a doctor?
Oh.
(laughs) Uh... sorry,
you probably don't remember it.
I'm the EMT who brought you in.
Oh, you are?
Yeah.
Kyle.
Kyle, it's nice to meet you.
I'm Heather.
I know.
I brought you in.
(both laugh)
Right. (laughs)
Well, Doc says you're
gonna be okay.
No concussions,
no broken bones.
You're lucky-- that
was a pretty bad fall.
Yeah.
You weren't the one
who changed me in-into my...
(laughs)
No.
Okay. (laughs)
Yeah, I-I just
bring the patients in.
Nurses do all
that other fun stuff.
I mean...
I didn't mean it that way.
I-I just...
Anyway,
uh...
(chuckles)
So... what happened
in that apartment?
Did you see who killed that guy?
Oh, um...
you know...
TESS: Hey.
Police business. Out.
Just so we're clear,
Cat would kill you for this,
you know that, right?
Yeah.
(sighs): Look... maybe the
blogger did know about beasts,
which means the killer
does now, too.
All right, now we're talking.
TESS:
Or not. Either way,
it's a police investigation,
do you understand me?
A murder-- which means,
you stay out of it, both of you.
And keep Cat and Vincent
out of it, too.
(sighs)
What?
Um, I already sort
of called them.
TESS:
In Paris on their honeymoon?
Heather got hurt-- what was I
supposed to do, not tell them?
They're already
on their way back.
I don't get it--
it's almost like
you guys miss
all this craziness. Do you?
(chuckles):
No. Of course not.
Of course not.
All right, look,
go to the airport,
turn Cat and Vincent around.
What?!
Yeah?
To France?
How? They're not
gonna want to go back.
Make them. Tell them you
overreacted, jumped the gun.
Tell them Heather's fine.
Just do whatever you have to do
to keep them out of here until
we know exactly what's going on.
I don't need any more beast crap
to cover up.
(sighs)
WOMAN (over P.A.): Last call for Flight 707
to Los Angeles.
CATHERINE:
JT!
What are you doing here?
Hey! Welcome back. Bonjour!
What, you got a cab waiting
for us or something?
A cab? No, uh, listen,
I-I think there's been
some sort of mix-up.
What do you mean?
Okay, can we talk about this
on the way to the hospital?
Yeah.
Actually, no.
Uh, we don't really need
to go to the hospital.
Heather's fine.
She's been released.
She's... on her way home.
Home?
I mean, you know,
to your place.
She's house-sitting, right?
Okay, wait-wait-wait.
Uh, I'm confused.
I thought you said
that she fell three stories.
More like two
and a half.
Couple of bruises,
that's it.
O-Okay, and what
about this blogger?
You said he-he knows
something about me?
Possibly but
maybe not.
I might have jumped
the gun a little.
I apologize-- I-I
shouldn't have called
and ruined your
honeymoon, but...
hey, there's another flight
to Paris in a couple hours,
so, allez, vite!
Wait!
Tess is pissed
that you called us, isn't she?
No.
Yes.
But Heather
really is okay.
I promise.
And... Tess is right--
I shouldn't have dragged her
into this, I shouldn't
have put her in harm's way.
Come on, man, you shouldn't put
yourself into harm's way.
What the hell are you thinking?
I don't know. I mean,
I really thought this blogger
was maybe gonna expose you,
and then he got killed,
then I don't know what's going on.
Maybe Tess is right--
maybe I'm just
used to getting into trouble.
Okay, look,
on the bright side, if it
does turn out to be something,
it'll be a good thing
you called, right?
(groans): Aw, Tess is gonna kill me.
I will
take care of Tess.
You track the killer,
see if you can figure out why
he wanted to kill the blogger so badly.
Love you.
Love you. Mwah!
Uh, b-but what, what
are you gonna tell Tess?
Come on!
(siren wails, chirps)
TESS: What do you mean
he was tortured? How?
Who would do
something like that?
Don't be mad at JT.
We wouldn't leave.
No, it's probably a good thing.
All right, send
me the M.E.'s report,
along with whatever else
was on the blogger's cloud.
I need to know
what the killer has
and what his next move is.
What's going on?
Oh, you know, just people
getting skinned alive,
um, cover-ups,
beast hunters-- I'm screwed.
“Beast hunters”?
Door.
Do you remember
how close Liam came
to exposing Vincent
last year?
You know, dredging up
beastly cold cases?
Yeah, but Agent Russo
had DHS cover that up for us.
Apparently some
conspiracy theory blogger
stayed on the case
and was going to offer up
proof of beasts
this afternoon.
But somebody killed him first?
Yeah, after torturing him
for information.
JT and Heather were lucky
they got out of there alive,
because whoever this killer
is, he's badass.
So, JT was right.
Yes, yes.
Unfortunately.
Oh, Cat, geez.
Really, I really,
I thought we were past all this.
I thought it was over.
Believe me, you're not
the only one surprised
that we're back.
How do we ever move on?
How do we get
back to our normal lives
if we're constantly playing
whack-a-beast all the time?
I don't know,
but we can't stop trying.
Somehow, some way,
there's a way out of this,
I know it.
We just have to find it.
I thought I did.
I thought JT and I did,
you know?
We're supposed
to move in together
like normal people do.
Look, we just have to take this
one step at a time.
If we can find
this killer,
hopefully we can
put an end to it
before anybody else
starts looking for beasts.
Amen.
Your lips, God's ears.
(phone rings)
Yeah.
Wait, are you sure?
All right, thanks.
What is it?
I.T. says that
the blogger discovered
somebody at DHS
squashed the cold cases,
which you and I know
link to Vincent,
so it means that
the killer knows about...
Agent Russo.
We have to warn him.
CATHERINE:
Freeze!
TESS:
Hands up!
Turn around.
Stop, don't move.
Stop!
So...
how was the honeymoon?
Excuse me.
Is that Agent Russo?
Tortured, too,
just like the blogger.
How the killer
got past security
and surveillance,
I have no clue.
He's obviously a pro.
Wait, what are you guys
even doing here,
how'd you find out?
Uh, Vincent beast-tracked
the killer from
the blogger's apartment.
(whispers):
Really?
Sorry.
Okay, look, obviously he's following
the blogger's trail.
The question is, why is he
torturing and killing people
just to try and find...
You?
Well,
I don't think he
knows it's me yet.
Otherwise why would
he come looking here?
Still, he's getting close.
Real close.
Deputy secretary's
getting nervous.
Can you blame him?
With Russo gone,
he's the only other agent
who knows about this.
Yeah, you think maybe
he's starting to regret
covering for us?
No, he just
wants us to keep it quiet,
especially from
the rest of DHS.
He went out on a limb
to protect us,
he doesn't want it to bite him
in the ass either.
Yeah, well, then
we'd better find
the killer before the
other agents do.
And before
the blogosphere finds out.
Duncan getting
killed was big news,
which only made
the conspiracy theorists
that much more convinced that
somebody's hiding the truth.
Exposure concerns all around.
Yeah, well,
I'm more worried about you
right now. Now that he knows
that you're involved.
He's probably
gonna come
looking for you next
to try and ID me.
At our apartment.
Heather.
(Heather exclaiming)
Heather.
Whoa.
(gasps)
Heather?
Cat?
Kyle?
Keller?
What, you two know each other?
Yeah, he's an EMT.
I was just checking on her.
Aren't you supposed
to be in France?
Yes, and you aren't supposed
to be in our bed.
That's just...
that's wrong.
Wrong.
Right.
I'm sorry.
Don't worry about it.
(sighs)
Well, that was awkward.
Heath,
we thought you were in trouble.
Trouble, why?
Because
we knew you were staying here,
and someone's
probably after Catherine.
So what else is new?
What? It's
always
either one
of you two.
Or JT, or me.
How long have you known Karl?
Kyle.
And, you know, a while.
Okay, fine. Like a day.
A day?
I don't need your sisterly
judgment right now, okay?
I'm a grown woman.
Who tends to fall
for guys too fast.
I'm sorry.
It's just, I don't think
that now is the best time
to start seeing somebody.
Why not?
Because somebody might
be trying to expose me.
Again, what else is new?
You're serious?
For right now, yeah.
I just think
it's too dangerous
for you, Heath,
and for, uh... Karl.
Kyle.
It's Kyle.
And maybe you should
find a new place to live,
at least until
everything, you know,
blows over.
Really? And when will that be--
in, like, 50 years?
(door opens, closes)
If we're lucky, 50 years.
Oh, come on.
No.
No, she's right, we should
be realistic about this.
Who's to say this will not
continue happening forever?
Hey, hey, we will
find a way out, okay?
Yeah, how?
I-I don't know,
but we will, okay? We
haven't come this far
not to get our
happily ever after back.
Unless, of course,
you want a divorce.
I get the espresso maker.
I get the juicer.
See-- who needs lawyers?
Yes.
I love you.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, so what
are we gonna do?
How are we gonna get this guy?
Well, I think the best way
would be to have him
get me first.
Hmm.
♪ ♪
Well, looks like JT managed
to get the whole blogosphere
to think this big beast
announcement's still happening.
I can't believe how many people
actually showed up.
Now we just have to hope
the killer shows up, too.
Yeah, I just wish
Tess could ID the guy
before he actually got here.
I don't even know
what he looks like, I got
no idea what I'm up against.
Just
grab whoever grabs me
before he skins me alive.
That is not funny.
Come on, I mean,
there's so many
moving pieces here,
so many things can go wrong.
Look how many cameras
are around--
they're everywhere.
You remember Paris?
Look who's the
worrywart now.
The plan worked on Liam.
This guy isn't even superhuman.
Come on, Vincent, we've got a
honeymoon to get back to, okay?
Yes, okay.
Don't forget to save me.
Yeah.
Always.
I don't like this.
♪ ♪
Cat?
Catherine.
Catherine?
Catherine!
Excuse me.
Excuse me, excuse me!
(indistinct chatter)
Cat?
TESS: The killer's got a very
specific M.O., all right?
He-he skins people,
tortures them--
how can we not find him?
I had better luck
in the good ol' days when I had
to hack into
the Fed's computers.
The good ol' days, JT?
That's not what I meant.
Then what did you mean?
I don't know, I just...
Look, I don't want to go back
to that, either, okay?
I don't.
But if you want me
to be perfectly honest,
the one thing I do miss is...
...being part
of something bigger.
Just like you convinced
me of when you told me
I was meant to do things
with my life, important things.
And you did. We did.
But, come on,
ducking beast hunters
and covering our asses
all the time can't possibly be
what you miss, can it?
No, of course not.
But what are we supposed to do
right now, not help?
Hey. Where's Cat?
Uh, I-I lost her.
What?
What?
It was... it was crowded, okay?
And I-I panicked
and I-I just lost her, okay?
It's been a while
since I've done this.
Okay, okay. Did you I.D. him?
No, no. Did you I.D. him yet?
No.
No.
Okay, look.
We need to find this guy
immediately before he does
anything to hurt her.
Okay. Okay, problem is, even
though the deputy secretary's
given us complete access,
nothing pops up on this guy.
All right, well, maybe don't
just look for hit men, okay?
Maybe look for any kind
of killer or mercenary.
The keyword is
“mutilate,” all right?
The guy is creepy.
You sensing something?
Yeah.
This guy's not just
a hit man. He's a expert hunter.
A hunter, what do you mean?
I mean he doesn't
just skin people
for the hell of it.
Okay, look for poachers,
wildlife traffickers,
black-markma smugglers,
maybe even big game hunters.
Seems our killer
thinks
I'm the ultimate trophy kill.
(hisses)
(growls)
(monkey screeches)
(gunshot)
(gasps)
(groans)
Got tired of waiting for you
to wake up, Detective Chandler.
Who are you?
Oh, I think you know who I am,
what I want.
The creature, the beast.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
Sure, you do.
Agent Russo told me.
People will say anything
when they're being tortured.
Usually the truth, though.
Okay, look,
I don't have any idea what
Agent Russo was investigating.
I was just there
investigating a murder.
I don't know anything
about... beasts.
I don't... I don't believe
in that crap.
I think you do,
and I think you know who it is.
And seeing as someone's
willing to pay $5 million
to capture one, I think
I should know who it is.
$5 million? There's a bounty?
A credible one, as well.
Otherwise I wouldn't have
gone to all this trouble
to track him down.
Who's putting up the money?
How does he even know it exists?
I don't know and I don't care.
He obviously does.
Actually, you rarely get to know
the buyers in my line of work.
Human targets, exotic
animals-- all the same to me.
But the people who pay me,
they prefer to remain anonymous.
For obvious reasons.
Okay, are you sure it's him?
JT: Facial recognition says yes,
but I'm not sure. It's dark.
Okay.
Okay, which pier?
Either Pier 89 or 90.
Damn it, which one is it?
I don't know. He could
be walking to either one.
Fish and Wildlife busted
a smuggling ring at Pier 89
five years ago. I'm on my way.
It's 89.
Okay, I'll be there.
I know you're repulsed by
what I do, but it's a craft
like anything else.
If there wasn't a market
for this kind of thing,
I wouldn't do it.
I'm really just
a businessman.
Nothing justifies killing
innocent people and animals.
$5 million justifies a lot.
Now,
just give me a name,
and we don't have
to go through all this.
Screw you.
(monkey screeching)
(grunting)
(gunshot)
(grunts)
(panting)
(snarling)
Vincent!
(snarling)
(man groans)
Here's my report.
And you explained how the killer
got impaled how, exactly?
We fought, I kicked his ass,
and he tripped.
Mm-hmm.
(sighs) Mm-hmm.
Another cover-up.
Not completely.
We stopped a poacher,
we shut down
his wildlife smuggling
operation. That is legit.
True. Plus, we kept him
from turning your husband
into a trophy head.
Also true. See, win-win.
Still, Vincent's lucky
he got out of there
before the media arrived.
We're all lucky. Again.
Sorry we keep
dragging you back into this,
Tess.
It's-it's not what we chose,
obviously.
It's not your fault.
It's actually my fault.
If I had just listened
to JT when he first came
to me with this... I just...
I really believed
that it was all over.
Just enough time had passed
since the last beast battle
to give me hope, so...
Well, how do you think I feel?
I got yanked away
from my honeymoon
to find out that there's
a beast bounty
out there.
I guess our work's not done yet.
Will it ever be?
(soft knocking)
Hey.
Hey.
Glad to see you're
still packing, at least.
Yep.
JT, please, I'm sorry, okay?
I should have listened to you.
I should have. I just...
I didn't want to believe it was
all happening again, you know?
I just wanted our real lives
back.
So do I.
Do you, really?
Yes, I do.
But, look,
we're in different places
in our lives,
or at least in our careers.
You're a police
captain. You make
a big difference, all the time.
I don't.
Are you kidding?
You affect dozens
of college students, hundreds.
That makes a huge difference.
I know, but...
Look, I want normal
as much as anybody,
but I've been a part of
something not normal for years,
ever since my best
friend became a beast.
Do I miss it? No.
But did it form me,
change me?
Yeah, it did.
So, I don't... I don't
understand. What does that mean?
I mean...
I don't know what I mean.
But I do know
that I can't deny
that it's part of who I am now,
the need to make
a bigger difference,
the very thing you convinced me
of last year.
I want to
find that.
I need that in my life.
And I need you to support that.
Okay.
As long as you don't get
yourself killed in the process.
♪ ♪
What is this?
Bordeaux and the rest
of our honeymoon.
(chuckles)
Please,
take a seat.
Wow. This looks amazing.
What is it?
Yeah. Uh, well,
let me tell you.
(grunts)
Voila.
Uh,
v-vich...
Vichyssoise.
With sour cream and chives,
uh, endive
with candied pecans,
and aubergine Pro-ven-cal.
(laughs)
I think it's “Provençal.”
Sí.
Oui.
Yes.
I wanted to go vegetarian
after everything that happened,
you know?
That's good thinkin'.
Please.
Oh.
Ah. To us.
To us.
Are you a little worried
you're so exposed up here?
Uh, no.
No, I think we caught the
bounty hunter, we're good.
Come on. Where there's one,
there are more.
It's only a matter of time
before somebody picks up
on the trail.
$5 million is a lot of money.
Yeah, well, actually,
I was a little disappointed.
I think I'm worth more than that.
Vincent,
I am being serious.
Come on.
One mystery buyer puts out
a bounty on a beast.
He has no idea it's me.
I mean,
the-the poacher
didn't even know it was me, right?
Yeah,
but he was close.
And who's to
say that you
aren't the last beast standing?
Uh, exactly.
All the more reason why I should
be worth a hell of a lot more.
(sighs)
Watch those worry lines.
Okay. You're not worried,
I'm not worried.
Great. Fantastic.
Fine.
Still...
No, please.
Seriously,
Vincent, you're not worried?
No.
All right, honestly,
maybe a little.
But there's only so much
worrying one can do, right?
I mean, there's Muirfield,
Gabe, Liam,
and now bounty hunters.
There's always gonna be
something.
Still, there's got to be a way
to stop it somehow.
So we can live
like a normal married couple,
without worrying about
being exposed, too.
Okay, yes,
but until that happens,
this is who we are,
my dear wife,
for better, for worse.
Monsieur et Madame Bête.
♪ ♪