Beauty and the Beast (2012–2016): Season 4, Episode 2 - Beast Interrupted - full transcript

Yes.

Hey.
(laughs)

I now pronounce you
husband and wife.

Kiss her.
You're married.

(laughing, cheering)

(whooping)

Are you a doctor?

I'm the EMT who brought you in.

Kyle.
Nice to meet you.

I'm Heather.
I know.

I brought you in.



Oh.
(both laughing)

What's going on?
Oh, you know,

just people
getting skinned alive,

beast hunters.
Beast hunters?

I don't know anything
about beasts.

Seeing as someone's willing to
pay $5 million to capture one.

There's a bounty?

One mystery buyer
puts out a bounty.

Yeah, but he was close.
He has no idea it's me.

I guess our work's
not done yet.

Will it ever be?

♪

Okay. Uh...

Jogging a little fast here,
aren't we, Vincent?



(panting)

Not exactly newlywed
bonding time.

Can we slow down
a little bit, Vincent?

Vincent.

Vincent, wait. Stop!

(talking quietly, laughing)

What are you thinking?

Somebody could
have seen you.

Yes, I know, okay?

I just, I got distracted.

By the bounty.
What happened?

I thought you said you weren't
worried about that?

Yeah, well, that was
until I slept on it.

Or, more to the point,
that I didn't sleep.

At all.

Look, I know that we
have handled worse,

and I know that we can
handle anything.

But...?

I don't know.

I just, I guess I'm worried

about dragging everybody
back into this whole,

people chasing me
thing again.

Okay, first of all,
whoever's behind this bounty

doesn't know that
you're a beast yet,

so we still have time.

And, second...
I love you.

And I know who and what you were

when I married you.

I know who I married, too,
and she's not the kind of girl

who wants to keep
defining herself

by protecting her husband
all the time.

I'm not, and I won't.

Look, last week
you saved me

and you gave me
a pep talk,

so it's my turn
to save and pep you.

(laughs): We are going
to get through this,

like you said,
and then we will move on.

Have you heard from JT?

Has he said anything
about getting any leads

on who might be
after me this time?

I'm not saying.

What?

Listen, I've been thinking
that maybe

you should let me
take lead for a while.

If anything comes up,
I will tell you, I promise,

but we can't have you

blurring around
the city all upset.

Just go back to work,
be normal.

So, what, you're benching me?

Yes. Yes, I am. And,

hopefully, with any luck,
JT has already found something.

All right?
All right.

Lead the way.
Huh.

"Huh."

I can't find anything.

That's why you got
to label boxes.

So when you're looking
for something, you can find it.

Where's my other shoe?

By the door.

You would think I was entering a beauty
pageant instead of getting a new headshot

for the precinct Web
site. Hey, this, uh...

this blouse,
does it look too bossy?

JT?

Definitely hair down.

Hair was three questions ago.

Shouldn't you be
grading exams,

finding out about
your tenure, packing?

I guess I didn't realize
how many beast buyers

could be out there.

DHS gave Cat access

to all their classified files--
arms dealers,

drug lords,
terrorists. I mean,

who wouldn't want a super
soldier in their back pocket?

Exactly. Could take some time.

All the more reason
to try to find

a little balance in our lives,
right?

Look, I honor what you said
about your whole need

to be a part of something
bigger, to help, but...

we matter, too, right?

Yeah. Yeah.
I mean,

we're supposed to be moving
into our new apartment together.

I know. I want that, too,
more than anything. I do.

But I can't just put this
on hold either.

I mean, if we don't find out
who's got a bounty on Vincent...

I know, I know. Never mind.

Hey.

I'm not just doing this
for Vincent.

I'm doing this for us, too.

'Cause the sooner
I can help figure out

who's after him, the sooner
I can focus on packing.

And I think the bossy blouse
is perfect, Captain.

You didn't think
I was listening, did you?

No. No, I didn't.

(beeping)

(trilling)

What the hell?

What's happening?

I don't know.
I, uh... The files,

they're being downloaded
to another computer.

I think someone's hacking
into Homeland Security.

(knocking)
Yeah?

Vincent, the nurse said
I could...

Really?

Pretty busy here.

Wait, is Catherine okay?
Is something going on?

What? Yeah, Catherine's fine,
I think.

Why? Is there another bounty
hunter after you or something?

Eh, how would I know?

Don't ask.

What's up?

Oh, you know,
same ol', same ol'.

Kyle's not in today.

Who?

Okay, fine, maybe I was hoping

to bump into him, you know?
Yeah, well,

it's probably better you don't,
all right?

At least until Catherine...

finds whoever's after me.

How come you're not helping?

Well, you know,
I'm an exposure risk,

apparently, so I'm just trying
to lay low, stay calm.

(growls)

(clanging)

(sighs)

It's not easy.

I can see that.
I hate this, you know?

Especially when I'm the target.
It's so not fair on your sister.

She's used to
it. No, I...

I mean, she loves you. You know
she would do anything for you.

I know. I know, but I don't want
her to have to do this

all the time, you know?
I just want her to be able to do

what she wants to do
with her own life.

Yeah, well, for better
or for worse, right?

Anyway,

if you happen to run
into Kyle...

Heather, you just met the guy.
So?

I like him.
And he likes me, too.

We've actually texted, like,
a billion times since...

Since your one-night stand?

I was gonna say,
"Since he rescued me."

You don't like him, do you?

No.

What?

No, no. Look, it's not that.

It's just... I'm grumpy, okay?

So please don't take this
the wrong way.

But like your sister said,

this really isn't a great time,

exposure-wise,
to be bringing someone new

into our inner circle.

At least wait until we catch
the jerk who's after me.

What about the next jerk
or the jerk after that?

(sighs)
God, Vincent, I'm just saying,

if I have to wait to have
a normal life until you guys...

Sorry. Sore subject, I know.
(knocking)

Doctor, severe
bowel blockage.

Trauma Three.
If you'll excuse me, Heather,

I have a bowel blockage
to attend to.

All right.

(door opens)

(door shuts)
You enjoy that.

CATHERINE:
Vincent is busy saving lives.

I don't want to bother him
with this unless we have to.

Well, we might not have a choice.
Somebody definitely hacked

into DHS computers
and stole files,

including the ones that are
supposed to keep his secret

a secret.
Can we tell

if that's what they were trying to do?
That's what

I'm trying to find out.

Who the hell is he?

I'm, uh... I'm with her.

This is Professor Forbes.
JT. He's a friend.

Of Vincent's.
He knows.

Ah, the computer nerd.

I didn't say "nerd."

This is Deputy Secretary
Hill. He's the man

who's been covering for us.
Something that's getting harder

and harder to do since Agent
Russo's murder. And now this.

Other agents are already all
over this hack, investigating,

which means you have to beat
the rest of DHS to the punch,

especially if this turns out
to be about Vincent.

Well, is it?

(sighs)

Sorry. I-I didn't know
you were finished.

Um, I
don't know

specifically what the hackers
were after yet,

but I do know
that they targeted

highly classified,
deep cover assets.

And they definitely seem
to be looking

for somebody in particular.
Yeah,

but who?
I don't know yet, but good news

is the files
are heavily encrypted,

which buys us some time
to find out.

I don't have time.
And neither do you.

It's not just about you or
your husband's ass on the line

anymore-- it's mine, too.
I went out on a limb

to protect you people.

Because we saved your ass
by bringing down

one of DHS's most wanted, which
you couldn't do by yourself.

Which is why I covered for you,
but that was under the condition

it would not become a problem
for me.

Do you have any idea
what would happen if the public

found out
that DHS was protecting a beast?

If I was?

Okay, look, the chances
of this... hack

being a coincidence on the heels
of somebody killing

the only other agent
who knew about Vincent

are... they're remote.

So if you'll just
give me access...

DHS cannot be involved.

Excuse me?

I can't risk it.

You'll have to investigate
this hack on your own,

and you'll have to do it
before the rest of DHS

finds out what's going on.
What, so if anything

goes wrong, you disavow
any knowledge of it?

Look, I covered for you
because it was

the right thing to do
at the time.

But it is your job
to contain it.

Do you understand?

(door opens, closes)

Now what?

TESS:
How'd I get roped into all this?

I feel like I'm sliding back
down the slippery slope.

Translation, please?

Uh, you know what I mean, okay?
The B word?

First it was JT, now you.
I can't believe I'm being

dragged back into all this.

Well, don't say that
to Vincent when you see him.

Dragging us back in
is what's freaking him out.

Understandable.
Don't tell me

you're not pissed about
having to move backwards.

I can't be the only one

who wants to move on
with my life, can I?

No, of course not.

I knew that getting
married wasn't a guarantee

that all this
would suddenly go away.

So we just...
we got to keep fighting

until it's done, that's all.

That'll be when, exactly?

Hopefully whenever we figure out
who's behind this beast bounty.

But DHS won't help?
No.

Deputy secretary's
having buyer's remorse

covering for us.

Hey, get in line.
Hey.

Helping me is the only
reason that you're not

turning into a stuffy,
out-of-the-loop

captain that we have
always hated.

I get you back out on the
street, I get you back

in the action. Admit
it, you miss this.

No, I don't.

All right, maybe a little bit,

but, um, I don't miss
this kind of action.

What are we even doing here?

JT traced the hack to
the Durbrige Hotel,

so, hopefully, we
will find the hacker,

and then whoever's
after Vincent.

It's never that easy,
especially with you two.

More than likely,
this whole thing's gonna...

...blow up in our faces.

MAN:
Call 911!

♪ Beauty and the Beast 4x02 ♪
Beast Interrupted
Original Air Date on June 9, 2016

TESS: Clear the entrance,
clear the entrance. (all clamoring)

Come on, get back.
REPORTER: Is she okay?

Do the police have a suspect?

Didn't take long
for them to show up.

That's what happens

when you try to blow up a
spoiled celebutante.

Bootsy Durbrige--
where'd they take her?

Trauma Five.

Thank you. With all the exposure
threats we have right now,

paparazzi is the last thing
we need.

Forensics figure out
how Bootsy survived the blast?

Yeah. Controlled explosion,

professionally designed
not to kill her.

Wait, what do you mean?
Looks like somebody

was just trying to scare
her for some reason.

Like, warn her or something?
Hey, celebrity socialites

piss people off all the time.
Me included.

Trying to blow somebody up
is a little bit worse

than just being pissed off.

Maybe, but, hey,
at least you know...

you know it doesn't have to do
with beasts or Vincent.

No, we don't
know that for sure.

Really?
What possible connection

could Bootsy Durbrige
have with beast bounties?

We know that whoever's
behind this hacked into DHS

from one of her
father's hotels, right?

Which means they're looking for
somebody and it can't be Bootsy,

because, well, everybody knows
where Bootsy lives, obviously.

So...
So maybe she figured out

who the hacker was and they
wanted to scare her off.

Either way, I need
to talk to her

and figure out if it
is connected. And you...

need to keep them
away from Vincent.

No...
Yes.

You know I got
a real job, right?

Real life.

Supposedly.

(clamoring continues)

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Any available security...

Bootsy Durbrige?

(sighs)

Detective Chandler, NYPD.

Hang on.

(shutter clicks)

Just texting my doggie
to make sure she knows I'm okay.

Thank God
she was

at the groomers
when it happened, right?

Mind if I ask you
a few questions?

Actually, I do.

I'm a little tired, somebody
just tried to blow me up.

Actually, they didn't. They were
just trying to scare you.

Scare me?
Are you sure?

Positive. Any idea who would
want to do that or why?

Ms. Durbrige.

Vincent--

I mean, Dr. Keller--

what are you doing here?
Uh, I'm a doctor,

I work here. What
are you doing here?

Explosion, victim, cop.
I got this.

(whispers): You think this
victim might be connected...

Yeah, it might be.
Do you mind?

Ms. Durbrige, uh, good news,
no broken bones from the blast.

Uh, you're a very
lucky woman.

Do you have, uh, any idea
who'd want to do this to you?

I just asked her that.
Hmm.

Do you two know each other?

No.
Uh, yeah. We're married.

(Catherine chuckles)

Anyway.
Uh, any ideas?

I don't know. Who knows?
I mean, half the world

hates me because I'm rich,
and the other half hates me

'cause the friggin' paparazzi
love to make me

look like a bitch.
(heartbeat racing)

So you really have no idea

who may have wanted to harm you?

No.

It must be hard
trying to live a normal life

with all those cameras around.
Don't know how you do it.

Still, she can't
keep hiding just because

she's afraid of getting caught,
now, can she?

Yeah, but if you do
get caught, life can never

be the same,
everything is ruined.

Are you guys
still talking about me?

Yes.
No.

Doctor, a moment, please?
Outside.

Excuse me.

Vincent,
what are you doing?

I told you I'd let you know
if I found something.

Oh, so hacking into DHS

and someone trying
to blow up people

is-is what--
it doesn't count?

JT told you
about the hack, didn't he?

Well, I-I made him.

Vincent, you are
supposed to be laying low.

Especially now, with all
of Bootsy's paparazzi around.

She's lying, Catherine, okay?
She knows

more than she's letting on.

Her heartbeat
doubled, her larynx

it-it tightened, and, um...

Beast sense?

Just-just a little bit, okay?

But she-she couldn't tell.

But what if she could?

Oh, she can't tell.

I am just saying that until
we know for sure

what she does or does not know,

we can't be careful enough.

You can't
be careful enough,

which is why I am still
taking the lead.

Oh, come on.
I am going nuts here,

doing absolutely nothing
while all hell

is breaking loose out
there because of me.

Please, let me just at least
talk to her, okay?

Yes, I will see if I
can sense something,

but I'll try and gain her trust.

But it's not like you
can come right out

and ask her about
beast bounties, is it?

Come on, let me see
what I can find out, okay?

I will be careful,
I promise you.

Vincent,
We could lose everything

we've worked so hard for.

I know, I know but we won't.

Okay. But just

be careful what you say
to her, because she's got, like,

ten million followers
on social media,

and anything you say...

Can and will be used against me.

Yeah, I know. I love it
when you talk like a cop.

I hate it when you're charming,
I have no defense.

Yeah.

Okay, I will follow up with JT,

see if he's found any connection

between the hack
and Bootsy and you.

And... let me know
what you find,

but lay low.

No glowy eyes.

Okay, how about
a smile this time?

I was smiling.

Okay, you're the captain.

Let's try another.

No, look, uh... you got plenty,

I got to get back work.
(tapping)

Hey, have you seen Cat?

Oh. Sorry, am I interrupting?

No and yes.

I'll e-mail you the proofs.

Great, thanks.

Tess, are you okay?

Uh, sure, if you forget the fact

that I'm swimming
in all things beast again.

Look, I know we're part
of a greater destiny

and all, but I didn't know
it'd be a life sentence.

Right. That's actually what
I wanted to talk to Cat about.

It's like, just because
I'm in on the big secret now

doesn't mean I can't
have a life, does it?

I thought we were talking about me.
I like Kyle

and he likes me, too.
So, what-- we can't even

go on a date because
he might find out about Vincent?

It's like, I didn't even find out
about it for years, and I'm related.

Look, maybe you
don't want him

to find out, okay?
'Cause then he wouldn't keep

reverting back to helping
Vincent, instead of, you know,

focusing on tenure, or packing.
I just don't

understand.
I have to talk to Cat.

Maybe Cat's right,
maybe I need to get out more.

It's like, I have a future
to worry about, too, you know?

It can't just about them.
Help me clear my head,

I got to stop worrying
about the future

all the time.
Whatever happens, happens.

Thank you so much for listening.

This actually really helped.

Sure, anytime.

I don't get it. You can't find
any connection between Bootsy

and beast bounty?
So far, nothing.

Which means if the explosion
is connected to the hack...

Then Bootsy Durbrige was the
sole intended target. But why?

It's not like
she was in hiding,

so why go through the trouble
of hacking into DHS

to go after her?
Well, she may not

be in hiding, but according to
Vincent, she's hiding something.

And DHS had files
on her for a reason,

although they're encrypted,
so I don't know why.

It is looking more and more

like this hack has nothing
to do with beast bounties.

Do you think I'm trying
too hard to find a connection

because I want to move on
with my damn life?

Maybe. But even if
it is unrelated,

Vincent's files
were stolen, too.

Which means the hackers might
not know what they have yet,

but if they figure it out...

Vincent could be exposed anyway.
Either way, he's at risk.

So the sooner we find out
who's after Bootsy,

the sooner we get
his files back

before it's
too late.

(heart monitor beeps steadily)

(gasps, shrieks)

DOCTOR: Is that the chart
for the patient in room two?

(muffled shrieking)
(monitor beeps rapidly)

That's odd.

Durbrige's heart rate
just jumped.

Call security, stat.

Hey!

(both grunting)

Hold it, freeze!

Well, bright side?

At least I didn't
get exposed, right?

Well, everything seems fine.

You still feeling
light-headed?

A little.
Yeah, well,

the sedative he gave you
should be wearing off,

so you'll start feeling
better soon, okay?

Here.

Thanks.

For everything.

Really.

Yeah.

You want to tell us
what you're hiding now?

(sighs)
Why do you care?

We may have more in common
than you think.

It's a long story.

VINCENT:
Look, Ms. Durbrige,

you can completely trust us.

Is my family safe?

They're in
protective custody.

Except your sister, Melody--

but she's in London, right?

Right.

(sighs):
Okay.

FBI came to me

last year, believe it
or not, for help.

What kind of help?

The kind only rich people
can give.

And since I was looking
for something good

to do with my life

instead of just partying and...

getting into trouble,
I said yes.

I didn't realize
it might get me killed.

So you know why
someone hacked into DHS.

Probably to find out
where the informants are.

Informants I've used
my family's resources to hide.

Look, the Feds don't
have the budget to lure

wealthy C.I.'s
into witness protection,

so they asked me to bridge
the financial gap.

I thought it was
the right thing to do.

It was.

Except now my whole family's
in danger because of me.

I know how you feel.

And just sitting

on the sidelines doing nothing

doesn't really help, does it?
Vincent.

No. He's right. I mean, now
that they know I'm the one

who hid the informants,
maybe I should just tell them

where they are
to protect my family.

You can't.
And I can't believe that

your family would want you
to do that, either.

Look, we are all
in this together, okay?

(sighs)

Look, you said it yourself,
all right?

If whoever is behind this finds
those files before we find them,

then I'm screwed--
everything about me is gonna be out there.

Yes, but...
So I got

to find them fast, okay?
I got to track the guy

that tried to kidnap Bootsy
from the hospital,

see where it leads.
Okay, Vincent,

we've been through this.
Every move

you make out there
risks exposure,

especially with Bootsy's
paparazzi everywhere.

Okay, but if anyone knows how to live
in the shadows, it's me.

I don't want you to have to live
like that anymore.

What choice do I have if those files
get into the wrong hands?

Then where will we be, right?

Hardly the happily-ever-after

we're trying to get to.
I see what you did there--

you made this
all about the marriage.

Look, I promise you,
I will be so careful.

Uh, wait.
Can you take Bootsy

to JT's first? I think
she'll be safer there.

Why? What are
you gonna do?

I'm gonna ask Tess for help.

TESS:
Are you out of your damn mind?

They're gonna know
I'm not Bootsy from a mile away.

Come on, you
look great.

And it's gonna be dark out.
Here. Put these on.

(sighs)

Perfect.

Not perfect.
Not gonna happen.

(sighs):
Tess.

They texted Bootsy,

and they told her
to meet them tonight

and tell them
where the informants

are hidden-- otherwise
they are going to kill her.

(sighs)
We can't protect

her and her family forever--
you know that.

I can't do it. I can't.
Why not?

Because I'm the captain now--
I don't do undercover anymore.

But you should.

You were great at it,
and you liked it, too.

Remember Brooklyn 12,
the Garcia bust?

(quietly):
Yeah, that was pretty cool.

Right?
But that was then, this is now.

But now is our best chance
to catch these guys,

save innocents,
and move on with our lives.

Isn't that what you want?
How does this

help me move on with my life?

It helps keep Vincent
from maybe being exposed,

which helps keep you
from having to cover for him.

Plus... it gets you
back in the action.

Fine. But if I see this

on the precinct Web site,
I'll fire you.

JT:
Do you know any

of the cases the informants
are gonna testify on?

Who they're hiding from?

Names?
I didn't ask.

I thought the less I knew,
the better. Why?

Might help us figure out
who we're up against.

(JT tapping keyboard)

You a college professor?

Me?
Yeah.

Yeah. Uh...

Hudson University.

But you live here,

in a gentlemen's club
by yourself.

Well, yeah, but I-I'm moving,

to an apartment
with my girlfriend.

Oh.
This place

was just temporary, because...

Long story.

You and your friends seem
to have a lot of those.

So, what's the deal
with Vincent, anyway?

Uh...

what do you mean?
I mean

first he's somehow intuits
I'm hiding something,

and then rescues me

and leaves to go somehow
find the bad guys,

then brings me here
for protection?

Who are you people?

Long story.

Let's just say you're not
the only one with secrets.

♪
(siren wailing in distance)

(ringtone plays)
Oh, God.

What? What's wrong?

I have to go.
No, no, you can't go.

You have to stay here.
No, you don't understand.

My sister Melody just
posted from Club Paint,

which means she's not in London,
she's here.

You can't leave.
She never answers her phone.

I need to warn her.
No, but...

(grunts)

Sorry.
I'm really sorry.

(weak groaning)

♪

(sighs)

(quietly):
Anything?

No sign of anybody coming yet.

Maybe I've been made.

Maybe they know I'm not Bootsy.

Uh, come on, you look great.

You look paparazzi great.

He's 30 minutes late.

Okay, wait.

(over radio):
There's a black van,

five o'clock.

Got him.

(phone buzzing)

Yeah?

It's a trap. Paparazzi just
posted a photo of Bootsy

going into Club Paint--
I'm headed there now.

What do you want me to do?

It's probably a cop.

Take her out.

What's going on?

Stand by.

What do you think?

(tires squeal)
CATHERINE: Get out of there!

(gunshots)
CATHERINE: Go! Go!

(Tess grunts)

(panting)

(both grunt)

Having a little car trouble,
are ya?

(man grunts)

You're under arrest.

(panting)

Not bad, Bootsy.

(exhales)

(exhales)

JT?
(groans)

What's going on? You okay?
No.

Where's Bootsy?
I don't know.

Last thing I saw
was her boot on my jaw.

What?!
I should really take karate.

Let me take a look.

Ouch.

Okay, you're gonna need ice.

Why'd she hit you?

Because I tried to stop her...

from going after her sister.

Vincent, you got
to find her.

She said they could find
her sister from her post.

Find her where?
I don't know, some club,

uh, Pay, Pain, Paint...
Paint?

Yeah. Club Paint.

She said she was going

to Club Paint.
Okay, all right, do me a favor,

call Catherine, let her
know what's going on.

Uh, wait, did you track the guy
from the hospital?

The trail went cold.
Okay, call Catherine.

Got it.

♪

(horn honking)

(paparazzi shouting
indistinctly)

♪

That was the ADA.

The perp we caught
wasn't lying.

Dominic Lynn's RICO trial
starts tomorrow.

That explains the rush to find
Bootsy and the witnesses.

I can't believe
JT let her leave.

Well, he didn't really seem
to have much of a choice.

It was my bad for asking
him to watch her.

Are you kidding?
He probably jumped at the chance.

It's a hell of a lot more
exciting than packing.

Never mind.
Let's just hope Dominic

didn't beat us
to the punch here with Bootsy.

Well, the paparazzi
obviously is.

NYPD. Bootsy Durbrige--
have you seen her?

Yeah, she just
got here.

♪

♪

WOMAN:
Bootsy! Bootsy!

♪

MELODY:
What the hell are you doing?

Somebody's after me-- which
means they're after you, too.

They found out I'm the one
hiding people, Melody.

(camera clicking)

♪

WOMAN:
Bootsy!

When'd you take that?
Where'd she go?

I don't know, past the bar?

Bootsy!

(screams)

BOOTSY:
Let me go!

Where's your sister?
He took her!

He's got a gun!

(gunfire)

(grunts)

(grunting)

(gasps)

What are you doing?

Saving your life, apparently.

Yeah, you're welcome.

(exhales)

(tires squeal)

Where's Bootsy?

He took her.
Don't worry, I'll track 'em.

(excited chatter)
Vincent, wait!

Paparazzi.

Eyes.

WOMAN: Come on, let's go!
MAN: Where's Bootsy?

WOMAN: Grab a shot of this,
grab a shot anyway.

Are you guys protecting
Bootsy right now?

(siren blaring,
engine revving)

VINCENT:
All right, all right, thanks.

Is Tess sending SWAT?
Yeah, although

Melody doesn't know where Bootsy
hid the informants.

I thought she said they were at her
father's hotel, Kesman Tower?

But she has no idea which rooms
the informants are actually in.

How are we gonna know which ones
Dominic's targeting?

I got no idea,
but I'm pretty sure

Bootsy only
stays alive long enough

for Dominic to figure it out.

Remind me never
to bench you again.

Yeah?
VINCENT: Hey, you got any more

information on those informants?
Yeah, except there are

nine different witnesses
on nine different floors.

How's he gonna get to them all in time?
He must know that we're right behind him.

I got a theory, but I don't
think you're gonna like it.

Okay, we're listening.

Guess how Dominic takes out
his enemies?

He blows them up.

There is no way he's gonna
blow up an entire hotel.

Quickest way
to take out all the witnesses.

(beeping)

Getting another call,
could be Tess. I'll fill her in.

Okay, okay, but tap into
the hotel surveillance, okay?

We need to know exactly where
Bootsy and Dominic are before

we get there! You got it?
(beeping)

Already on it.
(beep)

Tess?
MAN: Professor Forbes?

Yes?
Hi, this is Dean Wilson

from the university.
I'm calling in regards

to your request for tenure?

Oh, no.

What? Professor Forbes?

Uh, sorry. I can't talk.
Call you back.

Crap.
(touch tones sounding)

Yeah?
JT: How close are you to the hotel?

Uh, we're just about
to pull up now. Why?

Because I think Dominic just
landed a helicopter on the roof.

A great way
to make a quick escape.

(helicopter whirring)

Here.

NYPD. That chopper
still on the roof?

Yes, but it's not authorized.
I know. Just clear the hotel now!

Catherine, it's too dangerous,
okay? Let me go up alone.

Why? You're benching me now? No.

Lesson learned. We do this
together. Come on.

(alarm bell ringing)
Last chance! Where are they?!

I'm never telling you.
Fine, then you're all dead.

Get in!

(alarm bell ringing,
helicopter whirring)

(rapid beeping)

What's the matter?
What's happening?

(roaring)

Why aren't we moving?
I don't know.

Oh, my God.

(roaring)

(rapid beeping)

(roaring)

(growling)

What are you doing?!

(gasping)

Come on,
come on, let's go!

Go!
DOMINIC: She leaves, you die.

I'll blow this building,
I swear.

(Bootsy sighs)

Get her out of
here! Go! Go!

Yeah, you really think they're
gonna get out of here in time?

If they don't,
you think you will?

Yeah? Well,
neither will you.

I don't know. I like my chances.

You know, I'm pretty fast.

Come on, Dominic.
You really went through all this

just to die up here today?

There's no possibility of parole
when you're dead, right?

Come on, hand it over.

(camera shutter clicking,
loud, overlapping chatter)

Take him to the 125th--

conspiracy to commit murder.

Got it.

Nobody saw you do the "B" word
up there, did they?

Uh, I don't
think so.

You don't think so?
CATHERINE: It's okay.

I erased the security footage
from the rooftop.

Oh, great, another cover-up.

It's not exactly moving on
with our lives, right?

We saved lives,
and we brought in a bad guy.

That's pretty good for one day,
right, Captain?

Suck up.
BOOTSY: I do not know

how to even begin
to thank you guys.

I mean, you saved me,

my family, the witnesses.

(sighs)

I am curious, though.

How come that helicopter
didn't take off?

Uh...

Everybody has secrets, right?

Yeah.

It's okay.
Whatever it is,

it's safe with me, believe me.
I owe you.

What about you?
What are you gonna do?

I don't know. They're gonna
find out what I've been doing,

it'll be all over the rags.
And then all the other bad guys...

Will be after me now, too,

wanting to know where
I hid their witnesses.

I'm exposed... to the world.

Guess I have to go
into hiding now, right?

Anyways,

thanks you guys so much, really.

(sighs)

(camera shutter clicking,
overlapping shouting)

If we're not careful, that could
happen to us some day.

MAN: Over here!
WOMAN: Over here!

(loud overlapping shouting)

In a bombshell reveal,
Bootsy Durbrige,

daughter of real estate
mogul Franklin Durbrige,

has been secretly working
with the FBI

to house and protect
federal witnesses,

which has put her own

highly privileged life
in danger.

Heath, what are
you doing here?

Feeling annoyed,
that's what.

I called Tess
looking for you,

found out that
that's you guys.

Talk about being
left out of the loop.

Bootsy Durbrige?
Are you kidding me?

So is she a total bitch?

No. No, she's not.

She's actually got
an incredibly good heart.

It's too bad
that nobody gets to see it.

Hmm. Double life, I heard.
Sound familiar?

Yeah, except she got caught.

I feel bad for her.

But if it wasn't for her sister,

she wouldn't have been caught,
right?

Tess told me about Melody.

Said that if it wasn't
for her new boyfriend,

Bootsy might have been
able to keep her secret.

Maybe.

God, I would feel like crap

if I was Melody
and I did that to you.

Which is why
I think I get it.

I understand what you and
Vincent have been trying

to tell me about Kyle.

I may not like it--

I really don't-- but...

right now,
with everything going on,

it's... too risky
to bring someone new

into your lives, so...

I get it.

I'm sorry, it sucks.

Yeah.

(computer trilling)

(footsteps approaching)

I am a genius!

Why? Why?
did you do it?

Erased every single one of the
hacked files, including yours.

Adios, gonzo, sayonara!

Okay, so, you're sure Dominic's
people cannot find out about me?

Positive. Once I knew it was
him, I traced his downloads

to his IP address
and wiped his hard drive clean.

I mean, not that he's gonna need
anything on it anymore anyway.

Yeah. Thank you.
Wait. What-What about DHS?

What about 'em?
Did you erase their files, too?

Please. I mean, I may be a
genius, but I'm not a magician.

Their encryptions have
encryptions. I can't touch that.

Relax. Uh, I'm sure

the Deputy Secretary's
gonna double down

on protection after this

to protect his own ass
as much as yours.

Your secret's safe.

Yeah, for now, maybe.

Now's all you got, pal.
It's all any of us have, which

is why, you know,
I turned down tenure.

What?! Come on, you worked
your whole life for that.

I know, but...
I just couldn't do it.

I'm not sure I even want to
do it anymore. Don't tell Tess!

Don't tell Tess?
Are you kidding me, man?

She's gonna find out anyway.

I know, but I-I-I...

I want to figure out
how to break it to her.

I mean,
she's probably gonna think

that I don't want
to move in with her,

but that isn't even
remotely true, but...

But? But what?

First, I have to figure out

what the hell I was thinking.

Yeah.

(siren blaring,
bicycle bell tinkles)

♪ The blacklist
and its hosts... ♪

Vincent?

Yeah?
What are you doing?

Uh, I thought I'd go for a run

before I hit work,
blow off some steam.

Latte instead?
Oh, okay. Sold.

What, you trying to stop me

from blurring all over
the city again?

I told you, I learned my lesson.
There is no benching you,

especially if we both want to
get out of this in one piece.

Oh, good.

And if we're ever gonna find
who's behind this beast bounty,

we have to do it together,
even if that means

risking you blurring
all over the city.

Agreed. To us.
Together.

Mm. I was really hoping that we
had a lead on all this, too.

I know, I know, but even if,

or when, we find
whoever is after me this time,

there's gonna be a next time
and a next time.

I know.

I guess we just got to learn
how to live our lives.

You know, you have
to keep living your life

until we deal with it.

It's just not gonna
go away, though.

Until we find a way
to make it go away.

Oh, come on.

All right, I don't
know how... yet.

But I still think there's
got to be a way that's better

than having to go into
hiding like Bootsy had to.

And we will find it.

I really hope so.

Hmm.

Mmm!

Wow, latte breath.

Oh, yeah?

Are you gonna try
to take another swing at me?

If you try
to tackle me again.

All right!