Beauty and the Beast (2012–2016): Season 4, Episode 3 - Down for the Count - full transcript

Previously on...
Beauty & the Beast.

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. (laughs)
(laughs)

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.

There's got to be
some way to stop it.

Damn it.
(phone ringing)

I still got time.

But you're running out of it.

You know what's at stake
if you can't find JT.

Don't worry.
I will find him, okay?

(panting)

Come on, Vincent. Focus.

Relax. You can do this.

(sighs)
Focus.

JT:
Vincent?

(tires screeching)

Got you.



(yelling, blows landing)

(grunts)
(yelling, blows landing)

(sighs)
Took you long enough.

(yelling on game)
What do you mean?

Come on, man.
I found you, didn't I?

20 minutes, city of eight million people.
(yelling, blows landing on game)

I think that's pretty good.

Ah. Still need to get
back to the hospital before

your break's over. Otherwise,
you haven't proven a thing.

Wait. What...? I still need
advice on what to tell Tess.

Hello! About my
turning down tenure.

She's gonna freak.
How do I tell her

without her thinking I don't
want to move in with her?

Uh... honesty is
the best policy.

Really?

(yelling and blows landing
in game, JT sighs)

Ah! See?

Five minutes to spare.
Told you I can do it.

Barely.
Barely?

Barely is better than not.

Come on, admit it.

I passed your little test,
didn't I?

This proves it.

I can juggle my job,
our wonderful marriage

and finding whoever
is after a beast, i.e., me.

Tracking JT is totally
different, and you know it.

This could take
weeks, months.

Catherine, I can do it.
Okay, we can do it.

I know our lives are completely

out of control right now.
We barely have

time to breathe, let alone...

Pay bills?

I was gonna say
"make love," but that, too.

Look, the point is, we just
have to manage it all, okay?

Keep our heads above water.
It-it really is no different

to any other marriage.

Every other marriage
doesn't have to worry about

getting attacked,
being exposed.

No, but they still
have to juggle

all the things of life,
right? Careers,

errands, bills,
all those wonderful things.

Come on. If they can do it,
we can so do it.

Okay.
Okay.

Speaking of beast bounties,
Deputy Secretary Hill called,

and he's got a lead,
so I got to go.

Oh, God.

What? What is going on?

We still have three minutes.

Three minutes? That's
not enough time.

You want to bet?
(gasps)

(grunts) Mmm. Mmm.

No one touches that body
until I get there.

I'm on my way. Okay.

(sighs)

(JT sighs)

Oh. Hey.

Hey.

I thought you'd be
at work by now.

Why? Hoping to avoid me?

No. Why? Why would you say that?

JT, I'm kidding. Relax.

I actually have
to get going anyway.

A Vic just turned up
that I think could be connected

to that fight club ring I've
been trying to bust since, like,

forever. Can you do me a favor
and find our lease agreement?

Lease agreement?

Yeah, I think I packed it
accidentally, and we need it

before we move in
to our new place.

Yeah. Uh, sure, I'll look.

(liquid pouring)
Uh, listen...

can we find time to,
you know, talk? You've,

you know, been kind of busy
lately, and we haven't had

much time to... catch up.

I know. I'm sorry. There's just
been a lot going on, and

especially now
with this new case.

I actually think
I'm gonna put Cat on it.

You know, maybe we could work it
together like the old days.

Teamed up pretty well
with her last week.

I know,
and she's probably right.

I need to get back out
into the field, you know?

Anyway, I have to go.

Do you want to meet at
Il Cantuccio later for drinks?

Yeah.
Okay. I'll call you.

And, hey, maybe
you should call the university,

see what's taking so long
to find out about tenure.

Yeah. Uh, I'll do that.
Cool. Great.

(sighs deeply)

HILL:
I'm getting nervous.

First, Agent Russo's
murdered, butchered.

Then they hack
into our classified files,

DHS is on alert. Sit.

Which means everyone's
under heightened scrutiny

around here, including me.

But it turned out the hack had
nothing to do with Vincent.

But it could have, Detective.

Listen, Cat...
Is it Cath or Catherine?

Either is fine.

I need your help.

Neither one of us can afford
any more high-profile attempts

at capturing your husband.

They may be after a beast,

but they do not
know it's Vincent yet.

But I do,
and I'm covering for him.

Just like Agent Russo did,
and if it's all the same to you,

I don't want
to get skinned alive, too.

I'm the only other one
around here

who knows the secret, which
means I'm at risk now, too.

Which is why I'm giving you

the full resources
of Homeland Security--

to speed things up.

Find out who's behind this

as soon as possible.

Who's this?
Eckhart Richter.

German mercenary.
Fits your profile

of the type somebody might hire

to find a beast.
Bounty hunter, too,

just like the last attacker.
He just turned up.

Where?
Meatpacking district.

Dead, unfortunately.

You might be able to backtrack
Richter to a suspect.

Uh, but I'm gonna need

to get this cleared
with my captain first.

No, you won't.
Sorry?

Like I said, I need you to jump
on this for both our sakes.

Nobody knows I'm covering
for Vincent, and nobody can.

The longer this goes on,
and the messier it gets...

It's all taken care of.

You don't work
at NYPD anymore.

You work for me now.

(siren wailing)

Keller?

Hey. How's it going?

What do we got?
Oh.

Don't worry.
Patel's got him.

Okay.

Someone will be
right with you.

So, how's Heather?

Uh, Nurse, admit
patient to Trauma 5,

put him on anti-coags and
get him to Imaging, okay?

Do you know if she got the bouquet
of flowers I sent?

Which one? You sent four.

Too much, right?
Ah.

Think I'm trying too hard?

Look, Kyle, I'm
on a double shift.

I'm juggling a
lot here, okay?

So, if you wouldn't mind.
I like her. I do.

I think she likes me, too,

but I don't get
why she's shining me on.

Come on, Doc, what's
the prognosis here?

Do I have a shot at your
sister-in-law, or don't I?

I don't know. Okay, there's
a lot happening right now.

(phone buzzing) I don't understand.
What do you mean?

Inbound car accident,
multiple injuries.

ETA three minutes.
(overlapping chatter)

(overlapping chatter)

Uh... I'm sorry.

I...
I'll talk to you later.

WOMAN (over P.A.): All available
medical personnel to the E.R.

(siren wailing)

(indistinct radio transmission)

And make sure to get a picture
of his bloody knuckles, please.

Tess.

What are you doing here?

Could be another
fight club Vic.

I was just about
to call you.

Body just got dumped. It
could be our best lead yet.

Wait. How did you find out?
Long story.

But turns out that he may be
connected to the, uh...

the bounty.

The... bounty? Based on what?
We haven't even ID'd him yet.

Eckhart Richter, German
mercenary, bounty hunter.

Bounty hunt...

How the hell do
you know that?

Okay, I know this case
is really important to you,

so, I need you to believe me
when I say that I had

nothing to do with this.

Nothing to do with what?
What are you talking about?

How do you know who
this guy is, and I don't?

Where'd you get this?

Deputy Secretary.

I'm sorry, Tess,
I hate to do this,

but this isn't
your case anymore.

It's mine.

♪ Beauty and the Beast 4x03 ♪
Down for the Count
Original Air Date on June 16,

TESS: You could've called.

That's all I'm saying,
given me a little warning

instead of just springing
it on me like that.

Tess, I would have.

I just didn't expect
to see you on the scene.

What are you
talking about?

You know I've been
trying to bust that ring

since before
I was captain.

When you and I were
partners, remember?

Of course I remember.

Really? You don't act like it,
especially when you try

to steal my case right
from underneath me.

Okay, Tess, trust me.

I was just as
surprised as you were

when the deputy secretary
recruited me.

I had no idea
this was in the works.

No, but you love
it. Admit it.

Yeah, you've been
wanting to be a part

of something bigger
for a while now.

You and JT both.
That is not what this is about.

If this Vic,
Richter, can lead us

to whoever put the
bounty on Vincent,

that's a good thing,
right, for all of us.

It means we can all go
back to our normal lives.

Yeah?
Even better.

If this guy turns out
to be the same one

who's behind your fight club
case, then the ring is broken.

Two birds, one stone.
All right, okay.

Why don't you set up shop
in my office...?

I can't.

This isn't a joint
investigation, Tess.

Hill wants DHS to handle it.

He wants me to
handle it off-site.

Off-site? What does that mean?
It means he wants me

to set up a satellite office so
the rest of DHS doesn't find out

that he's been protecting us.

Not only am I losing my case,
I'm losing my detective?

For now.

(sighs)
Great.

That's just great.

Sorry, um, but I am going
to need your files, too.

VINCENT:
Special Agent Chandler?

Hmm...

Come on, I mean,
you're happy about this?

I guess. Frankly,
my head's still spinning.

It's probably
just temporary till we

figure out
who's behind the beast bounty.

It doesn't sound
that temporary.

Otherwise,
why would Hill

set you up with an office?
I don't know.

Let's just take this
one step at a time.

We've got enough on our plates
without having to worry about this.

What? This is nothing to worry
about. I think it's great.

Higher-profile cases,
more resources,

more action.
More work, more juggling.

More money.
Come on,

I mean, we could afford
to hire an assistant.

We sure as hell could
use one right now.

Funny you should say that.

Well, it's a two-career
household, okay?

They're a little overwhelmed.

(whispers):
Electric company. I hate them.

Okay. I am sending the past-due
payment now, which should

make them current.
Okay, thank you.

Ciao. Okay,

I picked up your dry cleaning,
used a coupon,

but they accidentally sent
Vincent's lab coats

to the hospital,
so I will pick those up

when I drop off
your rent checks.

Whew! Married life
is complicated.

Meet our new assistant.
Okay.

Uh, a-are you sure you can
handle all this, Heather?

I mean, it's-it's a lot.

Oh, please, did I not plan,
like, three weddings last year?

Besides, I really need
the job, remember?

(exhales): Okay, I am off
to the hospital.

To pick up lab coats

or to see Kyle?

Kyle? Kyle who?

Uh, don't worry,
I know I can't risk

starting a new relationship
right now

with somebody after you. Again.

Celibacy sucks.

Agreed.

Well, then the sooner
we find Pierre Medjani,

the better.
Who?

Someone I found
on the DHS watch list

that Hill gave me, and somebody
I think is after you.

Why?
Because...

he is an arms dealer, and you
are the ultimate weapon--

a living, breathing

super soldier, right?

Plus, apparently,

Medjani is into blood sports--

these underground
fight club rings where

sometimes people fight

to the death.
Oh, nice.

Who's this guy?

Eckhart Richter.

According to the M.E.,

he's the latest victim
of those rings,

and a known associate
of Medjani.

So you think Medjani
was gonna send

this guy out to get me?
Possibly.

Could be that he wanted

to see if Richter
could handle you

by testing him out
in the ring first.

Makes sense that
Medjani would want

to audition somebody
after the last attempt.

Okay, so find the fight club,
find Medjani.

It's worth a try.
The problem is,

trying to find
a place to look.

The fights, they're
super exclusive-- invite-only.

Maybe I could backtrack this guy
where he's dumped in the alley,

but the problem is,
how do we find our way in?

Well, this may help.

I'm assuming that this

is how Richter got in.

He was a fighter, right?

No. What, you want me to fight?

Relax. Only
if necessary.

Come on, it's not
like you have

to worry about losing--
they're not beasts.

Oh, yeah, tell that to that guy.

Besides, I already changed
my shift at the hospital once today.

I can't do it again. I got
to get back as soon as possible.

I know, I know.
You're squeezed-- we both are--

but if we don't catch
whoever's after you,

then we have a lot more to worry
about than just our jobs.

Hey there! How's it going?
Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

What's wrong?

(sighs) I just wish I didn't have
to find out this way, you know?

Find out about
what, exactly?

About Cat.
Didn't you hear?

Cat? Uh, no. Hear what?

I-I just talked to her.

She wanted me to...
pick up some files,

do some research
on a case

she's working on.
My c... that was my case.

Now it's her case.

What are you talking about?

Cat works for DHS now.

She's a special agent.
Wait.

What? Just like that?

Just like that.

I mean,
I'm happy for her.

I am. It's just...
a shock, you know?

Not only am I losing
my best detective, she's...

she's my friend.

(sighs) I just wish

she'd broken the news
to me earlier, you know?

Maybe she wanted to, but d...
didn't know how you'd react.

That's no excuse, that's never an excuse,
you know that.

Uh, look, there's something
I need to tell you.

It's fine, JT.
I'll be fine.

Life goes on, you know?
I have to get back to work.

I have to reassign all
of Cat's open cases tonight,

so don't wait up.

Uh...

okay, but, um...

(quietly):
Crap.

(exhales)

Heather?

Kyle! Hi.

You're a tough girl to get ahold of.
I know. I've been super busy.

I'm sorry. But thank you
for the flowers.

I got to go.

Wait. Heather...

hold up.

Are you avoiding me
for some reason?

Me? No. Why?

Why? Are you kidding?

I've texted, sent flowers,
cornered your brother-in-law...

who, by the way, I don't think
likes me very much.

Oh, please.
Who couldn't like you?

I mean...

That came out wrong.

Come on, what's the big secret?

You can tell me.

Actually, I can't.

(sighs)
I'm sorry.

CATHERINE: Are you sure
this is the right place?

VINCENT:
Well, from what I can tell,

Medjani's man was dragged
through this alleyway

and thrown into
a waiting car.

So if there's a fight club, it's got
to be around here somewhere.

Are you okay
with doing this?

Ha! Now you're asking.

Come on, you're really
worried about me fighting?

I am worried about you beasting out
while fighting, you know?

You hit them,
they hit you,

your adrenaline escalates.

Come on, have a little faith
in your husband, will you?

Well, hopefully, you won't
have to fight at all--

we'll just find Medjani
right away, and then you can...

lure him out.
Right.

'Cause it's
always that easy.

This is it.

Good luck.

(quietly):
Yeah.

♪ ♪

This place does not look
ultra-exclusive, uh...

it looks seedy.

It doesn't seem like a place
you'd find Pierre Medjani.

Medjani?

He don't show till
the main event.

And this ain't that.

If you're here to fight,
you got to sign in.

Okay.

Not you.

Her.
What?

No, no.
What do you mean?

Men's round is over.

This is ladies' qualifying.

(grunting)

Well...

you in or not, darling?

Uh, not.
In.

Sign here.

♪ ♪

MAN: We have a winner!

(cheering)

MAN: All right,
place your bets.

That's gonna
leave a mark.

Yeah, that's funny,
that's really funny.

Come on, are you
out of your damn mind?

What are you trying
to prove here?

I'm not trying
to prove anything.

I'm trying to get our lives back, and
if this is the way to do it, then so be it.

I don't mean to challenge your
ability to kick ass out there,

but come on, let's be real--
you're no street fighter.

Well, neither are you.

Yeah, but I'm a beast.

WOMAN:
Okay.

Well, that is one way
of luring Medjani

out in the open--
are you trying to get us exposed?

I don't want you
to do this.

Okay, I really don't. You could
get seriously hurt in there.

There's got to be
some other way.

Okay, then what is it?

Exactly.

Okay, look, Vincent,
number one,

I've been through
worse before.

We've been
through worse.

Two, you saw that last fight.
You know that I could take either of them.

CATHERINE: And three,
if something goes sideways,

I've got you
in my corner.

Remember? They're the ones
who should be worried. (sighs)

(grunting)

(crowd cheering)

Maybe I'm a little worried.

(sighs)

(horn honking)

WOMAN (on phone): Mm-hmm.
No, I don't want to fight with you.

I'm just saying I sent it in.

Are you sure...?
Yes! I hit "send."

It said "payment received."

I moved on with my life,
such as it is.

Can you hold on...?
No! No, no, no. Do not transfer me.

God.

(frustrated grunt)
Unbelievable!

(groans):
Oh...!

Is Cat here?

Does it look
like Cat is here?

Gosh, JT, I
changed my mind.

I never want
to get married.

Not like it's ever gonna happen
to me at this rate anyway.

God.

(frustrated yell)

So she wanted me
to pick up some files...

Thanks.

(ringtone plays)
(sighs)

Kyle.

(big sigh) So,

when's the happy day?
Sorry?

You and Tess-- you guys are
moving in together, right?

Please tell me somebody's
getting laid around here.

Did I just say that?

I... got to go.

Wait.

Hold it.

Did something happen?

Did she dump you?

No, she didn't dump me.

At least not yet.

I haven't had a chance

to tell her
I turned down tenure yet.

So...
Really?

You turned it down?

Why?

Because being a professor
for the rest

of my life isn't what
I want to do anymore.

That's why.
I mean,

I-I thought it was, but...

So you're unemployed now.
Yeah.

Which means you can't afford
your half of the new rent.

No.
And Tess doesn't know about it.

Right.

She's gonna kill you.

I know!

(bell clangs)
(groans)

CATHERINE:
In fairness, I didn't realize

this was gonna be
a four-way brawl

when I agreed to do this.
We can still get out of this,

and I can still keep my job.

Yeah, and we lose our chance
at finding Medjani.

We're here, Vincent,
let's do it.

Any tips?
Yes.

Go for the kickboxer first,
okay? That's your specialty.

Let the other two brawl it out,
but you go for her left knee.

It's got a surgical scar on it.
That's her Achilles' heel.

Every fighter's got one, okay?
Wow,

good tip.
(bell dings)

Anything else?
Yeah. Don't let them hit

that pretty face of yours.

Seriously?
Yeah, seriously.

(bell dings)

Get up, honey!
Up, up, up.

Come on.

Go for the knee!
Go for the knee!

That's it, baby, that's it.

Aah!

Yeah!

Sorry.

Hey.

(bell dings)

Vincent.

Okay, yeah, she needs
to get to a hospital.

No, no... no hospital.
He'll find out.

Come with me. You won.
What?

Into the van.
Final round.

You're going to see Medjani.
Hey, no, no, no!

No, she doesn't
go anywhere without me.

Hey, no trainers.
Fighters only.

Vincent, it's okay, I'm fine.

You'll find me, you always do.

She needs you more right now.

(monitor beeping steadily)

Hey, what's going on?

Where am I?
It's okay, you're at the hospital.

You'll be absolutely fine.

And you-- you're a doctor?

Yes, I'm a doctor.

I'm gonna check
your eyes.

Dr. Keller?
What's going on?

Someone said
you brought a patient in.

Yes, I did.

Uh, she's been beat up
and I found her.

Found her?
Where? How?

Look, could you please
do me a huge favor--

go get me 20 milligrams
of morphine.

Okay?
It's fine. I will

explain later.
Please.

Okay.

I'm sorry
about that.

Okay.

Up you go.
Yeah, easy.

Easy. I got to get
you stabilized

so I can go back out
and find my wife.

Your wife?

Um, I can't be here.

I got to fight.
Listen, you.

You're not doing any more
fighting for today, okay?

Just relax.
You're lucky to be alive.

You think Medjani gives a damn?

All he cares about is winning.

You know him?

You know Medjani?

Yeah, unfortunately.

How do you know him?

He gave me my first big break

as a fighter and he helped
get my family out of debt.

But I didn't realize that

that meant he owns me.
But he does.

And he always expects me to win.

Because... he always bets on me.

He doesn't like to lose.

What happens if you don't win?

I'm dead.

Like I said,
he doesn't like to lose.

He won't let your wife lose.

And once he has her...

Listen to me.
You help me find Medjani--

you help me
find my wife--

and I promise you,
you will never have to worry

about that guy again.

First round takes place at some
club that Medjani frequents.

Upper East Side somewhere.

I-I don't know, JT,
maybe, uh, check

Catherine's DHS files, okay? See
if anything pops up, all right?

And keep trying
to track down that van

that took her, too, okay?
I'm gonna do the same.

(knocking)

Hey.
Hey. Where you been?

Oh, I, uh,
decided to stay

at my place last night.
Yeah, I figured.

Yeah, I did have a,
uh, nice, long chat

with our
future landlord, though.

Right. Listen, uh, could
we talk about that later?

I'm trying to track this van.
So you turned down your tenure, huh?

Oh, how'd I find out?
Well, it wasn't

from my boyfriend,
which is, of course,

how you'd expect me to find out.

Tess...
No, no, no, no.

I had to find out

from the landlord
who called the university

to verify your employment

and then called me.
I wanted to tell you.

I did, but I just...

I didn't know how to, and I-I
knew you'd think it meant...

What, that you don't want
to move in with me? It does.

No, it doesn't mean that at all.

Then how come you're still
packing five weeks later, huh?

All right? You don't even
have that much stuff.

Then you quit your job,
you change your mind

about your entire life
without including me?

What am I supposed to think?

I... Look, I-I'm an idiot.

I am. And-and

you have every right
to be pissed,

but honestly, right now

I need to help Vincent find Cat.

Find Cat?

What happened?
VINCENT: JT?

You find that
van yet?

Uh, no.

I lost it at 58th

and Park. You couldn't track it?

If I could, would I be here?

Oh, I'm sorry, man,
that was a jerk

of a thing to say. I'm
just-- I'm panicked,

you know, I shouldn't
have left Catherine

just to take that other
fighter to the hospital.

What the hell was I thinking?
Whoa, whoa, wait--

fighter? Does this have to do
with my fight club case?

Yeah. Look, we may have
found a lead on whoever

put up the bounty. Some-some
guy called Medjani.

Pierre Medjani?

You know him?

Yeah.

Are my files here?

Yeah.

Pierre Medjani
was my key suspect

behind the ring, but I didn't
have enough to bust him

at the time, but I was...
I was working on it. Here.

Why didn't you tell
me this before?

Because the case was
taken away from me, remember?

This is what happens
when people stop communicating.

Here, Alighieri House.

This is the name
of Medjani's club.

It's on 69th
between Fifth and Madison.

Yeah, it looks like
a condo from the outside,

but that's just a cover.
Mm!

I love you!
At least somebody loves me.

I love you.

(groans)

(indistinct chatter)

MAN:
Let's go.

How's it going?

WOMAN: That's him,
that's Pierre Medjani.

(applause)

MAN:
Pierre Medjani.

Good evening,

Mr. Medjani.

EMCEE:
Ladies and gentlemen,

if I may have
your attention, please.

The main event
is about to begin.

Winner take all.

(cheering)

(grunting)

(grunting)

TESS:
No, D-J-A-N-I. Medjani.

Does that mean I have it?
Oh, great, thanks.

All right,
judge approved the warrant,

tac team is scrambling.
ETA ten minutes.

Ten minutes? What... Catherine
might not have ten minutes.

Hey, turn on 61st.

(chimes)

That's me. Can
you check it?

Is it Catherine?

No, it's New York General.

Apparently you missed your shift.
Ah, what else is new?

I thought this would
get easier, Tess.

I thought when Catherine
and I got married,

you know, we'd move on to
the next chapter of our lives...

Will you gun it, please?
Come on!

(grunting)

No.

(grunts)
Enough.

(crowd, whistling, cheering)

Wait.

NYPD!
Nobody move,

you're under arrest.
Everybody freeze!

MAN: Hey, everybody remain
where you are.

Vincent?
He's here.

Freeze. DHS.

You're DHS?

You set me up?

Yeah. And you're under arrest
for, among other things,

putting a bounty out
on my husband.

Bounty? What bounty?

What are you talking about?

Kill her.

(screams)

(screams)

What the hell was that?

I think you know.

(low growling)

What the hell?

What are you?

What's happening?

Please, please, please,

don't-don't kill me,
I beg you. I'm sorry.

Whatever I've done...
I don't, I don't... please,

I'm sorry.

Or maybe he doesn't know.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, for the record,
Cat didn't need rescuing.

She kicked ass.
Uh, for the record,

I wasn't worried, Tess.
Mm-hmm. Still, Vincent,

SWAT almost saw you,
and, worse, Medjani did.

Eh, who's gonna believe him?

Thank you.
You're welcome.

Hey.

You mind if we have
a minute?

It's okay.
I'm a... I'm a doctor.

And her husband.

At least, I hope I still am.

Okay. All yours.
Thank you.

For better or worse, right?

Oh, gosh.
Ow.

Yeah, that is gonna need
stitches. I thought

I told you not to let anyone hit
that pretty little face

of yours. Oh.
I'm sorry,

I was too busy trying
to stay alive.

Oh, yeah, that.
Huh.

Look, I'm so sorry. I tried
to get here as fast as I could.

It's okay, really.

I'm the one who volunteered
for this, remember?

Yeah, but only 'cause you
thought by taking down Medjani

that we'd get our lives back,
right?

Yeah. Try again.

Yeah.

Eh, come on.
It's not all that bad.

We took down Tess' undercover
fight club, and you got

one of DHS's most wanted.

That's pretty good for your first day
on the job, Special Agent.

Yeah, and you saved

that fighter's life.

But that doesn't solve any
of our problems.

No.

(phone chimes)

(clears throat)

Let me guess,

the hospital?

Damn it. I-I really got to go.

I'll send the paramedic
back in, okay?

Sure. He's cute.

And you're married.

Ow!

(chuckles softly)

Come in.

Hey.

Since when do you knock?

Since, uh...

Oh, right.
Since you became a fed.

Sounds really weird.
Yeah, that's 'cause

feds are usually the enemy.

They tend to, uh, exercise their
jurisdictional authority

whenever the hell
they feel like it, remember?

Bad time.

No, no.

Whatever.

I'm not mad anymore.

Doesn't mean
I like it.

I was hoping we'd get
to work together on cases,

you know,
like we used to.

We still can,
Tess,

just in a different way.

Seriously.

Vincent
told me

that you were the one
that found me,

because you were
on Medjani's trail

the entire time and DHS wasn't.

Imagine,
we could just share resources,

work together
on a bunch of cases.

It could be great.

(exhales)

(sniffles)

You sure DHS
is really what you want?

For now, yeah. You know,

at least until we figure out
who's behind this beast bounty.

And then...

and then we'll see.

I don't know.

Something tells me
this is gonna stick.

And I can totally see it.
(chuckles)

Ten years, we've been
working together, Cat.

I'm... I'm really
gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you.
(sniffles)

Well, at least you don't have
to cover for me anymore.

(both chuckle)

HEATHER:
I'll have another, please.

Thank you.

I'll take a glass, too, please.

Kyle?What-what are you doing here?
I'm not giving up.

That's what I'm doing here.

Kyle, listen...
I like you, Heather.

A lot.

Look,
if you want

to pretend
that we never slept together,

that's fine.
Kyle.

But we did sleep together.

It was fantastic.

It was the kind of
fantastic that says

it was a hell of a lot more
than just a one-night stand.

For both of us.

So you've got family secrets.

Big deal. Who doesn't?

You have no idea.

I don't care.

I don't.

And I don't care how hard
your brother-in-law tries

to push me away either.

'Cause I'm not giving up
unless you tell me to.

Right here, right now.

(sighs)
Look at me, Heather.

Just tell me you don't ever want
to see me again,

and I'll walk away.

I promise.

But if you can't do that...

I'm not going anywhere.

Just...

...don't ask too many questions,
okay?

Like what?

(scoffs)

I won't.

What are you doing?

Hi.

I didn't hear you come in.

You all right?

(sighs)
No, I'm not all right.

My best detective and partner
just quit on me,

and my...

boyfriend lied to me.

Whoa.
I didn't exactly lie to you.

No, you did, though.

Every time we saw each other

and you didn't tell me
you turned down tenure,

that's... that's no
different than a lie.

Lucky for you,

I'm just too tired to be mad
right now.

(chuckles)
Lucky me.

Uh, don't press your luck.

Hey.

I'm sorry
I didn't tell you.

I... (stammers)
I should have,

regardless of how
I thought you'd react.

But I don't want you to think
that my turning down tenure

has anything to do with
wanting to move in with you.

But it does, JT. It has
everything to do with it.

Don't you see that?

You realized you don't
want to be a professor

for the rest of
your life, right?

You made a decision,

a gutsy one,
even though you have

no idea what you want
to do now, right?

Well, yeah, I guess.

But see, I, I do
know what I want.

I'm not confused.

I'm not searching
like you are.

And yes, the-the past
couple of years

have been really, really crazy

and I fought really, really hard
to get my life back...

...personally, professionally.

But I know what I want.

And what I want is
to move in with you.

Now I'm ready, but you're not.

Not anymore.

Otherwise, you would've finished
packing a long time ago.

And you know it.

Just be honest.

But I love you.

I love you, too.

We would be so stupid
to take the next step

without you finding what...

whatever the hell it
is you're looking for.

So, where do we go
from here?

I don't know.

Honey?

(groans)

Aw, baby, how was your day?

(sighs)
Oh, you know,

same old, same old.

Oh, by the way, our
electricity got cut off

and our rent check bounced.

I thought Heather was...

Yeah, yeah, I know.
I fired her already.

She sounded relieved actually.

Said our lives
were out of control

and too hard to manage.

That we already know.

So, got any ideas
what we're gonna do about it?

Nope, not a one.

Great.
(groans)

Oh, I'm sorry.
Where does it hurt?

You mean where
doesn't it hurt?

Uh-huh.
I admit, you know,

I really like kicking ass.

I do not like having my ass kicked.
Ditto.

Uh-huh.
What are we gonna do?

I mean, we're no closer
to finding whoever's put up

this bounty than when we first
got back from our honeymoon.

Okay, so maybe we haven't
passed all the tests yet.

But we will figure
out a way, Vincent.

We always do.

Although I'm
starting to doubt

if there really
is a beast bounty.

I mean, we keep looking.

We keep bringing in bad guys,

but nobody's attacked since.

What if that bounty
hunter was lying?

What if he was working alone?

Maybe.

But on the other hand,
if he wasn't lying,

and we let our guard down...
Yeah, then we're screwed.

I know.
Yeah.

In that case,

there's only one thing
left to do.

Yeah, and what's that?

Oh.

(laughs)

I like it.
Uh-huh.

Ow!
Oh, sorry.

No hands.
No hands.