Beauty and the Beast (1987–1990): Season 1, Episode 17 - Down to a Sunless Sea - full transcript
Catherine fails to heed Vincent's warnings about her dangerous former law-school beau.
This is where the wealthy
and the powerful rule.
It is her world,
a world apart from mine.
Her name... is Catherine.
From the moment I saw her,
she captured my heart
with her beauty,
her warmth and her courage.
I knew then, as I know now,
she would change my life...
forever.
He comes from a secret place,
far below the city streets,
hiding his face from strangers,
safe from hate and harm.
He brought me there
to save my life.
And now, wherever I go,
he is with me in spirit.
For we have a bond stronger
than friendship or love.
And although
we cannot be together,
we will never, ever be apart.
Damn it!
I bought these yesterday.
You have to keep
reminding yourself
of what he did to you,
even after the bruises fade.
He's still my husband.
Marcy, he's dangerous.
If you don't post bail,
we can at least keep him
locked up until the trial,
and keep you safe.
I couldn't stand to
see him in there.
You don't know what
it was like for me.
He was crying
like a baby.
He's done that before.
I know, but...
this is different.
He swears he'll never
lay a hand on me again.
He swears it.
And you believe him.
If there's nothing else,
I'd like to go now.
Damn it.
What'd you expect,
for her to come around
just because we gave her
a good talking to?
Yeah.
Call for Miss Chandler on seven.
Why don't you
take it here?
I need some coffee.
Catherine Chandler.
Ah, it's great to hear
your voice, stranger.
Jenny?
Is that really Jenny Aronson--
world record holder
for unreturned phone calls?
Don't forget unrequited love.
That's not what I hear.
How are you? What's up?
Oh, I'm fine.
I'm great, actually.
I got a phone call about five
minutes ago... from Steven Bass.
He's in town,
he's trying to reach you,
and I gave him your home number,
and it occurred to me
about a second later
that I probably shouldn't have.
He is so insistent.
Cathy?
Yeah.
I'm here.
You don't have to call him back.
You don't owe him anything.
Did he say where he's staying?
Yeah, he's at the Huntington.
If you want, we can
talk about it over lunch.
No, I don't.
Not yet, anyway.
Hi, Cath, it's Arlene.
We're having a dinner party
this Saturday.
No big deal-- just a few people.
Gary's attempting his famous
Lasagna Florentine.
So give a call.
We'd love to see you.
This is Glen Martinez.
I have a scheduling conflict
regarding tomorrow morning's
deposition with my client.
Call me at home, ASAP.
555-3483.
Hey, Cathy.
I'm not in the habit
of leaving long messages
on answering machines,
but I figured
maybe it's the best way to reach
you, all things considered.
You know, without putting you
on the spot,
which, believe me,
is the last thing I want to do.
In case you're wondering, I got
your number from Jenny Aronson,
but don't be too hard on her.
I said it was important,
and it is.
It's been a long time, Cath.
What happened between us...
This is absurd.
I promised myself I wasn't going
to get into that, so I won't.
Anyway...
I'm talking to a machine,
and I can't press
the rewind button from here.
I guess I really just wanted
to touch base with you.
There's something
we need to talk about.
Something important.
I don't think that's too
unreasonable a request, do you?
I'm staying at the Huntington.
Give me a reason.
I need a reason.
You know the reasons.
I am too possessive.
I don't let you be you.
What is that
supposed to mean?
How was I supposed to act?
Like I didn't care?
Like I didn't have an opinion?
I don't want to argue
with you right now.
You fell in love with me
because I was strong,
because I had my own ideas,
because I knew what I wanted.
And now you hold that
against me.
Read the one
about Kubla Khan.
All right.
But then it's
time for bed.
"In Xanadu,
did Kubla Khan
"Stately pleasure-
dome decree:
"Where Alph, the
sacred river, ran
"Ran through caverns
measureless to man
"Down to a
sunless sea
"So twice five miles
of fertile ground
"With walls and towers
were girdled round:
"And there were gardens
bright with sinuous rills...
"Where blossomed many
an incense-bearing tree;
"And here were forests,
ancient as the hills...
Vincent, are you
all right?
"And here were forests,
ancient as the hills..."
Steven?
Yeah, it's me.
Hi.
Hi.
Come in.
Thanks for seeing me.
Five years.
Long time.
Yeah.
Well, it's not that long.
Take your coat.
Oh.
Thanks.
Place, uh, sure beats
the old walk-up in Soho.
I don't know.
It sort of...
had something you don't get
18 stories above street level.
Yeah.
Lot of noise.
Can I get you
a drink or something?
This is crazy.
I'm, uh, feeling
stiff and polite.
You know I'm neither
of those things.
Think we can avoid
dancing around here
like a couple of strangers?
We are strangers.
Yeah, I guess we are.
Well...
you're 18 floors up;
do you have a view?
Mm-hmm.
Do you mind?
Well...
since we're total strangers,
how about filling me in?
In a hundred
words or less.
I have time.
Is there... someone?
Yes.
Do you love him?
Yeah.
I'm glad for you, Cath.
I really am.
How about you?
Oh.
Modern love's too tough
a nut for me to crack.
Besides, the last
five years
haven't exactly been
the best years of my life.
I heard about your parents.
I'm sorry.
How'd you find out?
Jenny.
Did she tell you
that I killed them?
What?
Well, I was
behind the wheel
when the car crashed.
Drunk, as usual.
The court sentenced me
to six months in jail.
One terrible thing
happening after another.
It's taken me the last
five years to get
my life back together.
And then...
What is it, Steven?
Yeah...
Well, it seems that I've got
this thing in my head.
A kind of brain tumor.
Degenerative, and about
as terminal as they get.
Can you believe it?
Me and Job, right?
God, Steven...
Well, they give me six months,
more or less.
And they say that I'll be
fairly normal
for most of that time.
That's why I'm here, Cath.
You know, after the...
the anger and denial
and all that passed,
I did a lot of thinking,
took an inventory of my life.
I realized that I
haven't picked up a lot
of friends along the way.
In fact, there was no one.
You're really the most
important person in my life.
All I'm asking is that you
see me from time to time.
No demands.
Just friendship.
Ah!
I feel so light.
Like I could just
lift off and float.
Right up to the tops
of those trees.
I'm so happy.
Do you know how much I love you?
Uh-uh. How much?
Do you want me
to show you or tell you?
Show me.
We have so much to
look forward to.
I think I have what
you're looking for--
18-karat solid gold.
Yes.
Quite expensive,
I'm afraid.
Just over $3,000.
What was that?
It's $3,000, sir.
It's perfect.
Thank you, Mr. Bass.
Taxi! Taxi!
Can you give
me a lift?
Can't help you, buddy.
Ooh, man, looks like
we got us a good one.
All right, guys.
Take it easy.
I'm not putting
up a fight.
Good, man.
Real good.
You want money?
What do you think?
Check it out.
Geez, man. Look
at all this.
Whoo!
I-I would just like
my I.D., if you don't mind.
You hear that, man?
He'd like his I.D.
Aww.
Aww.
Yeah? Well, I'd like this watch.
Here, man, why don't
you let me hold that
for you, man.
Hey!
Ooh.
Tell me, what's
in here, huh?
Nothing that would interest you.
No?
No, huh? Huh?
Come on, there is
nothing in there.
Take a look.
Shut up!
Come on, now.
There's nothing...
There is nothing...
I said shut your mouth!
I don't know.
We have so much
history together.
It's hard to know what
I'm really feeling.
You loved this man once?
Once...
And I still feel an
obligation for him.
I don't know why.
Because of his
illness... maybe.
And because of the
intimacy we once had.
I understand.
We were happy for a while.
Life seemed so simple then.
What is it?
I don't know.
There was such...
fear in your face.
I've never seen
that before.
Are you afraid, Catherine?
Me? Of what?
This man coming back
into your life.
Is that what you're sensing?
Perhaps.
I don't think "afraid"
is the right word.
Curious maybe.
About the road
not taken.
What my life would've held.
And guilty.
Because I know I hurt him.
When was the last time
you saw him?
Five years ago.
It was after I'd broken off
the engagement.
He just wouldn't
accept it at first.
And we were
arguing, as usual.
It was no different
from our other arguments.
But, for some reason,
that day...
he believed me.
And I never saw him again.
Until now.
I think you'll appreciate
my urgent telephone call,
Mr. Bass.
This just came on
the market today.
And believe me,
it won't last long.
Mrs. Thompson...
I'm going to say something
that's very strange.
I've never been
here in my life,
but I... somehow
recognize it.
Well, that's not
strange at all.
I've heard that
from buyers for 20 years.
Come on inside.
Oh... Yes.
It's beautiful.
You've gauged my
taste very well.
Come on, I'll show
you the grounds.
Well?
I want it.
How soon can you
draw up the papers?
How soon do
you need them?
I can have a bank draft
for the full amount
tomorrow morning.
You sure you don't
want to take a day or
two to think about it?
I mean, I don't
want to rush you
into anything.
I've thought about it.
I want it.
You'll probably
have to sign a few
waivers in lieu
of the usual inspections.
But I can assure you
there's absolutely
nothing wrong
with this property.
I can see that.
It's perfect.
Just perfect.
It's irrational.
I can't explain it.
Well, why don't
you try, Vincent.
A powerful image.
A foreboding.
Every time I think of her.
A foreboding, you mean some...
manifestation
of the empathy you share?
No, this is different.
Look, Vincent, I
remember the last time
a man came into her life.
Please, Father.
These feelings are real.
I'm not disputing
the feelings
themselves... only the source
of the feelings.
You think I'm the source?
I could understand that.
This man is someone
with whom Catherine shared...
the dreams of a life together.
A life, unfortunately,
you and she could never have.
That doesn't explain the vision.
The threat.
The threat to her...
...or the threat to you,
Vincent?
I hadn't thought
of Professor Lubin for years.
I mean, the old guy
was certifiably nuts.
Do you remember the time
he repeated the same lecture,
word for word?
You slept through it twice.
Well, civil procedure'll
put anybody to sleep.
Oh, your memory is incredible.
Yeah.
Not incredible enough to
get me through law school.
Enough to remind me of how much
I've forgotten.
Well, maybe it's better
to forget and smile
than to remember
and be sad.
Steven, I'm not bitter
about our relationship.
It was a very important
part of my life.
I've always thought
of it that way.
I did a lot of growing.
You certainly outgrew me.
I'm sorry.
Hey... I'm not perfect.
Where'd you get that?
Mm...
Long story.
You know what?
I actually think
scars are beautiful.
They're kind of like a...
a map to a person's past.
Proof that even the
worst wounds heal.
I have scars, too.
You just can't see them.
I love you!
No one will ever love you
like I do.
It's too late, Steven.
I'm sorry, but it is.
I am standing here and
you're burning me to the ground.
I think I better go.
Listen, the Met is doing
Tosca tomorrow night.
I know it used to be
one of your favorite operas.
Yeah... it still is.
Well, why don't we go, then?
I mean, if you're free.
I'm free.
I'd love to.
Good.
Excuse me.
May I help you?
I'm looking for
Mr. Prescott.
Mr. Prescott's not in today.
He's sick, I'm afraid.
Can I help you?
Yes, I ordered an antique
stove from him last week.
I called this morning.
It was supposed
to have arrived.
You must be Mr. Bass.
Yes, that's me.
Come right this way.
It came in last
night, actually.
There she is.
Just a beautiful piece,
don't you think?
And we can deliver
it right away.
This is not the stove I ordered.
I specifically ordered
a red stove.
Did you?
Yes, I did.
I called this morning
and was told
that a red stove was waiting.
There's nothing here
in the invoice...
I don't give a damn
about the invoice.
Mr. Bass...
I paid for this in advance!
I know you did.
Uh...
Don't play games with me.
I need that stove,
and I need it tomorrow!
Everything depends on it.
Can you understand that?
I'll call Mr. Prescott,
right away.
You do that.
Cathy, we have to talk.
Can't. I'm late for a case
status meeting with Moreno.
Well, you may want to put
that on hold for a minute.
I got some bad news.
Marcy O'Neill's
in jail.
What?!
She stabbed her husband
last night.
She's been asking
for you,
so I figured
you'd want to know.
How is he?
Intensive care in Presbyterian.
50/50, last I heard.
Where's Marcy?
Riverdale tombs.
Go ahead.
I'll fill Moreno in.
Thanks.
I'm sorry, Marcy.
I'm sorry it got
to this point.
I don't know what to
do, Miss Chandler.
I'm so afraid.
You'll get help.
Someone from the
Public Defender's Office
will be assigned to you.
Will I go to prison?
I don't know.
You don't know.
That may depend on whether
or not your husband lives.
It wasn't like I was thinking
when it happened.
He was hitting me because...
There was no reason.
He was just beating me.
I begged him, but he wouldn't
stop, and the knife was...
It was on the counter and...
he just kept on, and I felt like
I was drowning,
and I was
reaching for air.
He didn't even wait until
the old bruises were gone.
Oh, God, I'm so afraid.
Hello?
Steven.
Good afternoon.
For someone, somewhere,
I'm sure it is.
How bad can things get by lunch?
Bad.
Oh, I'm feeling
just a little stressed.
Well, I'm sorry
I have to add to your bad day,
but I have to back out
of tonight.
Aw. Why?
I'm not feeling too well,
and when I get this way,
I have to take it easy.
But the tickets are paid for.
There's no point wasting them.
Why don't you take
somebody else?
Oh, I tell you,
the kind of day I'm having,
I wouldn't be much
of an audience. Um...
I could drop by the hotel,
though, on my way home.
You sure you want to keep
company with a convalescent?
I can't give you
an exact time.
Well, that's okay.
I'm not going anywhere.
You need me
to bring you anything?
No.
Just yourself will be great.
Okay. See you later.
I don't understand.
I'm not certain myself.
I have nothing more
than a feeling...
an image...
that evaporates
whenever I try
to touch it.
Are you sure this even has
anything to do with me?
You provoke the image.
The thought of you, even your
name, brings it to my eyes.
What do you expect me to do?
I've told you
what I'm thinking.
You already
feel everything I feel,
and now you say I'm in danger.
Only you can't tell me
from whom,
or why.
Because I don't know myself.
Is this fair of you?
You know I value your words
above all others.
Catherine... I fear for you.
And I am supposed
to take that fear
up into the world
and live with it...
tonight, when I see Steven?
Don't go.
He is my friend, Vincent,
and I care about him.
He's dying...
and, at the very least,
I owe him
my trust.
Catherine...
He's dying, Vincent...
and I'm all he has.
You know, actually, it
was my own darn fault.
I forgot to take
my medication.
Is there anything
I can do for you?
Nah. Actually,
I'm much better.
But let's not
talk about it.
Why don't you tell me
about your lousy day.
I don't know.
So many of the people I deal
with on a daily basis...
just crying out for help,
and so unable to accept it.
Just...
I guess it's just
hard for you to understand
that dynamic.
Yeah, it is.
When I was in India last year,
I saw a level of squalor
that I couldn't believe
still existed in the world.
And the only way I could
accept it was to realize that...
...humanity exists on
completely different levels.
"Hunger" means something
very different in Calcutta.
Or even... even 20 blocks
north of here.
Yeah.
Listen, I can't stay long.
That's okay.
I've at least two hours
of paperwork that has
to be finished tonight.
I think maybe you
work too hard.
Sometimes... maybe I do.
And I also think that you could
use a change of scenery.
You're telling me.
Cathy...
...something very
exciting is happening.
I'm thinking of buying a house.
Really?
Where?
New Rochelle.
It's a beautiful area, and it's
only about a half hour
from the city.
Great.
Will you come see it with me?
When?
Tomorrow.
Oh, no way.
This whole week's
impossible for me.
Well, Saturday, then.
Oh, Steven, I would love to.
I've just go so much to do.
It won't take long.
Just a couple of hours.
Okay.
Terrific.
Uh, I got to run.
But I'll let you know
about Saturday.
Feel better.
Thanks.
We have so much to
look forward to.
I can just see it.
We'll have a house in a
clearing just like this.
Yeah.
A little country estate.
And in the kitchen,
we'll have one of those
red potbellied stoves.
It'll be perfect.
Yeah.
Just perfect.
Is that it?
Yes.
Oh, it looks
lovely!
It gets better.
Much better.
Before we go inside,
I want to show you something.
This is what really
sold me on it.
Sounds like you've
already decided.
I bought it.
I wanted to surprise you.
You're kidding.
Well, I am surprised.
Right here.
Do you recognize it?
Recognize what?
The whole thing.
No. Should I?
Come on.
You'll see.
I've been working day and night
getting the place ready.
It's a complete
sense of privacy.
Behind, it's all woods.
It's like there's no one
around for a hundred miles.
God, it's beautiful.
Come here.
I haven't gotten
started in here yet,
but otherwise
it's pretty livable.
Come here.
Do you remember talking
about the red stove?
What red stove?
Is it what you wanted?
What I wanted?
I mean, what you had in mind
when you were describing it.
Steven, what are
you talking about?
You're not getting it.
Come on.
I saved the best for last.
Come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
Well?
It's so big.
Cath...
you remember how I used to
like buying you things?
Even clothes?
I got pretty good at it,
I thought.
Everything in the right style
and the right size.
Take a look.
You won't have to go back
and pack a thing.
Steven, I can't
stay here with you.
I want you to take me home.
Why?
If you need anything,
I'll send for it.
I really want you
to try this one on.
Cath, it'll look
beautiful on you.
I promise.
Steven, you're making me
very uncomfortable.
Please, take me home.
But, Cath, you are home.
I'll be waiting
outside in the car.
Oh, Cath.
You're not being reasonable,
Catherine.
Steven, you're scaring me.
If you're feeling uptight,
I understand.
But it'll pass, Cathy.
Cathy, I still
love you!
Cathy, stop it.
Stop it!
No!
You all right?
Please be all right.
Cathy...
Please, please...
You'll be fine.
I'll make it better.
Why don't you
eat something, sweetheart?
Steven...
you need help.
Please, let me help you.
Help me?
You're not thinking
clearly anymore.
I don't understand you.
I have done everything possible
to give you everything
that you wanted.
I mean, this is
what you wanted, isn't it?
Once, maybe.
But not now.
I've changed;
you don't know me anymore.
Don't say that!
Look, all I am asking
is that you trust me.
We can be happy
here together.
I know it.
No one could ever love you
like I love you!
Is this how you love?
Do you want me
to show you or tell you?
No!
You never trusted me!
That was the problem!
No...
No!
No...!
Cathy!
Cathy, come back!
It's useless!
Why'd you run?!
Why?!
I didn't want this to happen!
I tried to make things
nice for you.
Just like it was before.
Why can't it be
like it was before?!
Vincent, don't!
No!
Vincent, it's over!
It's over.
It's over.
Have you seen him?
They wouldn't
let me.
Don't be ashamed,
Vincent.
You only did what
you had to do.
I know that.
I was the one
who was unfair.
I just...
thought that you were
feeling betrayed.
I forgot for a moment
how you trust me.
I should've
trusted you.
How did you know?
I knew because...
...somehow...
...somewhere
deep inside you,
you must have known.
and the powerful rule.
It is her world,
a world apart from mine.
Her name... is Catherine.
From the moment I saw her,
she captured my heart
with her beauty,
her warmth and her courage.
I knew then, as I know now,
she would change my life...
forever.
He comes from a secret place,
far below the city streets,
hiding his face from strangers,
safe from hate and harm.
He brought me there
to save my life.
And now, wherever I go,
he is with me in spirit.
For we have a bond stronger
than friendship or love.
And although
we cannot be together,
we will never, ever be apart.
Damn it!
I bought these yesterday.
You have to keep
reminding yourself
of what he did to you,
even after the bruises fade.
He's still my husband.
Marcy, he's dangerous.
If you don't post bail,
we can at least keep him
locked up until the trial,
and keep you safe.
I couldn't stand to
see him in there.
You don't know what
it was like for me.
He was crying
like a baby.
He's done that before.
I know, but...
this is different.
He swears he'll never
lay a hand on me again.
He swears it.
And you believe him.
If there's nothing else,
I'd like to go now.
Damn it.
What'd you expect,
for her to come around
just because we gave her
a good talking to?
Yeah.
Call for Miss Chandler on seven.
Why don't you
take it here?
I need some coffee.
Catherine Chandler.
Ah, it's great to hear
your voice, stranger.
Jenny?
Is that really Jenny Aronson--
world record holder
for unreturned phone calls?
Don't forget unrequited love.
That's not what I hear.
How are you? What's up?
Oh, I'm fine.
I'm great, actually.
I got a phone call about five
minutes ago... from Steven Bass.
He's in town,
he's trying to reach you,
and I gave him your home number,
and it occurred to me
about a second later
that I probably shouldn't have.
He is so insistent.
Cathy?
Yeah.
I'm here.
You don't have to call him back.
You don't owe him anything.
Did he say where he's staying?
Yeah, he's at the Huntington.
If you want, we can
talk about it over lunch.
No, I don't.
Not yet, anyway.
Hi, Cath, it's Arlene.
We're having a dinner party
this Saturday.
No big deal-- just a few people.
Gary's attempting his famous
Lasagna Florentine.
So give a call.
We'd love to see you.
This is Glen Martinez.
I have a scheduling conflict
regarding tomorrow morning's
deposition with my client.
Call me at home, ASAP.
555-3483.
Hey, Cathy.
I'm not in the habit
of leaving long messages
on answering machines,
but I figured
maybe it's the best way to reach
you, all things considered.
You know, without putting you
on the spot,
which, believe me,
is the last thing I want to do.
In case you're wondering, I got
your number from Jenny Aronson,
but don't be too hard on her.
I said it was important,
and it is.
It's been a long time, Cath.
What happened between us...
This is absurd.
I promised myself I wasn't going
to get into that, so I won't.
Anyway...
I'm talking to a machine,
and I can't press
the rewind button from here.
I guess I really just wanted
to touch base with you.
There's something
we need to talk about.
Something important.
I don't think that's too
unreasonable a request, do you?
I'm staying at the Huntington.
Give me a reason.
I need a reason.
You know the reasons.
I am too possessive.
I don't let you be you.
What is that
supposed to mean?
How was I supposed to act?
Like I didn't care?
Like I didn't have an opinion?
I don't want to argue
with you right now.
You fell in love with me
because I was strong,
because I had my own ideas,
because I knew what I wanted.
And now you hold that
against me.
Read the one
about Kubla Khan.
All right.
But then it's
time for bed.
"In Xanadu,
did Kubla Khan
"Stately pleasure-
dome decree:
"Where Alph, the
sacred river, ran
"Ran through caverns
measureless to man
"Down to a
sunless sea
"So twice five miles
of fertile ground
"With walls and towers
were girdled round:
"And there were gardens
bright with sinuous rills...
"Where blossomed many
an incense-bearing tree;
"And here were forests,
ancient as the hills...
Vincent, are you
all right?
"And here were forests,
ancient as the hills..."
Steven?
Yeah, it's me.
Hi.
Hi.
Come in.
Thanks for seeing me.
Five years.
Long time.
Yeah.
Well, it's not that long.
Take your coat.
Oh.
Thanks.
Place, uh, sure beats
the old walk-up in Soho.
I don't know.
It sort of...
had something you don't get
18 stories above street level.
Yeah.
Lot of noise.
Can I get you
a drink or something?
This is crazy.
I'm, uh, feeling
stiff and polite.
You know I'm neither
of those things.
Think we can avoid
dancing around here
like a couple of strangers?
We are strangers.
Yeah, I guess we are.
Well...
you're 18 floors up;
do you have a view?
Mm-hmm.
Do you mind?
Well...
since we're total strangers,
how about filling me in?
In a hundred
words or less.
I have time.
Is there... someone?
Yes.
Do you love him?
Yeah.
I'm glad for you, Cath.
I really am.
How about you?
Oh.
Modern love's too tough
a nut for me to crack.
Besides, the last
five years
haven't exactly been
the best years of my life.
I heard about your parents.
I'm sorry.
How'd you find out?
Jenny.
Did she tell you
that I killed them?
What?
Well, I was
behind the wheel
when the car crashed.
Drunk, as usual.
The court sentenced me
to six months in jail.
One terrible thing
happening after another.
It's taken me the last
five years to get
my life back together.
And then...
What is it, Steven?
Yeah...
Well, it seems that I've got
this thing in my head.
A kind of brain tumor.
Degenerative, and about
as terminal as they get.
Can you believe it?
Me and Job, right?
God, Steven...
Well, they give me six months,
more or less.
And they say that I'll be
fairly normal
for most of that time.
That's why I'm here, Cath.
You know, after the...
the anger and denial
and all that passed,
I did a lot of thinking,
took an inventory of my life.
I realized that I
haven't picked up a lot
of friends along the way.
In fact, there was no one.
You're really the most
important person in my life.
All I'm asking is that you
see me from time to time.
No demands.
Just friendship.
Ah!
I feel so light.
Like I could just
lift off and float.
Right up to the tops
of those trees.
I'm so happy.
Do you know how much I love you?
Uh-uh. How much?
Do you want me
to show you or tell you?
Show me.
We have so much to
look forward to.
I think I have what
you're looking for--
18-karat solid gold.
Yes.
Quite expensive,
I'm afraid.
Just over $3,000.
What was that?
It's $3,000, sir.
It's perfect.
Thank you, Mr. Bass.
Taxi! Taxi!
Can you give
me a lift?
Can't help you, buddy.
Ooh, man, looks like
we got us a good one.
All right, guys.
Take it easy.
I'm not putting
up a fight.
Good, man.
Real good.
You want money?
What do you think?
Check it out.
Geez, man. Look
at all this.
Whoo!
I-I would just like
my I.D., if you don't mind.
You hear that, man?
He'd like his I.D.
Aww.
Aww.
Yeah? Well, I'd like this watch.
Here, man, why don't
you let me hold that
for you, man.
Hey!
Ooh.
Tell me, what's
in here, huh?
Nothing that would interest you.
No?
No, huh? Huh?
Come on, there is
nothing in there.
Take a look.
Shut up!
Come on, now.
There's nothing...
There is nothing...
I said shut your mouth!
I don't know.
We have so much
history together.
It's hard to know what
I'm really feeling.
You loved this man once?
Once...
And I still feel an
obligation for him.
I don't know why.
Because of his
illness... maybe.
And because of the
intimacy we once had.
I understand.
We were happy for a while.
Life seemed so simple then.
What is it?
I don't know.
There was such...
fear in your face.
I've never seen
that before.
Are you afraid, Catherine?
Me? Of what?
This man coming back
into your life.
Is that what you're sensing?
Perhaps.
I don't think "afraid"
is the right word.
Curious maybe.
About the road
not taken.
What my life would've held.
And guilty.
Because I know I hurt him.
When was the last time
you saw him?
Five years ago.
It was after I'd broken off
the engagement.
He just wouldn't
accept it at first.
And we were
arguing, as usual.
It was no different
from our other arguments.
But, for some reason,
that day...
he believed me.
And I never saw him again.
Until now.
I think you'll appreciate
my urgent telephone call,
Mr. Bass.
This just came on
the market today.
And believe me,
it won't last long.
Mrs. Thompson...
I'm going to say something
that's very strange.
I've never been
here in my life,
but I... somehow
recognize it.
Well, that's not
strange at all.
I've heard that
from buyers for 20 years.
Come on inside.
Oh... Yes.
It's beautiful.
You've gauged my
taste very well.
Come on, I'll show
you the grounds.
Well?
I want it.
How soon can you
draw up the papers?
How soon do
you need them?
I can have a bank draft
for the full amount
tomorrow morning.
You sure you don't
want to take a day or
two to think about it?
I mean, I don't
want to rush you
into anything.
I've thought about it.
I want it.
You'll probably
have to sign a few
waivers in lieu
of the usual inspections.
But I can assure you
there's absolutely
nothing wrong
with this property.
I can see that.
It's perfect.
Just perfect.
It's irrational.
I can't explain it.
Well, why don't
you try, Vincent.
A powerful image.
A foreboding.
Every time I think of her.
A foreboding, you mean some...
manifestation
of the empathy you share?
No, this is different.
Look, Vincent, I
remember the last time
a man came into her life.
Please, Father.
These feelings are real.
I'm not disputing
the feelings
themselves... only the source
of the feelings.
You think I'm the source?
I could understand that.
This man is someone
with whom Catherine shared...
the dreams of a life together.
A life, unfortunately,
you and she could never have.
That doesn't explain the vision.
The threat.
The threat to her...
...or the threat to you,
Vincent?
I hadn't thought
of Professor Lubin for years.
I mean, the old guy
was certifiably nuts.
Do you remember the time
he repeated the same lecture,
word for word?
You slept through it twice.
Well, civil procedure'll
put anybody to sleep.
Oh, your memory is incredible.
Yeah.
Not incredible enough to
get me through law school.
Enough to remind me of how much
I've forgotten.
Well, maybe it's better
to forget and smile
than to remember
and be sad.
Steven, I'm not bitter
about our relationship.
It was a very important
part of my life.
I've always thought
of it that way.
I did a lot of growing.
You certainly outgrew me.
I'm sorry.
Hey... I'm not perfect.
Where'd you get that?
Mm...
Long story.
You know what?
I actually think
scars are beautiful.
They're kind of like a...
a map to a person's past.
Proof that even the
worst wounds heal.
I have scars, too.
You just can't see them.
I love you!
No one will ever love you
like I do.
It's too late, Steven.
I'm sorry, but it is.
I am standing here and
you're burning me to the ground.
I think I better go.
Listen, the Met is doing
Tosca tomorrow night.
I know it used to be
one of your favorite operas.
Yeah... it still is.
Well, why don't we go, then?
I mean, if you're free.
I'm free.
I'd love to.
Good.
Excuse me.
May I help you?
I'm looking for
Mr. Prescott.
Mr. Prescott's not in today.
He's sick, I'm afraid.
Can I help you?
Yes, I ordered an antique
stove from him last week.
I called this morning.
It was supposed
to have arrived.
You must be Mr. Bass.
Yes, that's me.
Come right this way.
It came in last
night, actually.
There she is.
Just a beautiful piece,
don't you think?
And we can deliver
it right away.
This is not the stove I ordered.
I specifically ordered
a red stove.
Did you?
Yes, I did.
I called this morning
and was told
that a red stove was waiting.
There's nothing here
in the invoice...
I don't give a damn
about the invoice.
Mr. Bass...
I paid for this in advance!
I know you did.
Uh...
Don't play games with me.
I need that stove,
and I need it tomorrow!
Everything depends on it.
Can you understand that?
I'll call Mr. Prescott,
right away.
You do that.
Cathy, we have to talk.
Can't. I'm late for a case
status meeting with Moreno.
Well, you may want to put
that on hold for a minute.
I got some bad news.
Marcy O'Neill's
in jail.
What?!
She stabbed her husband
last night.
She's been asking
for you,
so I figured
you'd want to know.
How is he?
Intensive care in Presbyterian.
50/50, last I heard.
Where's Marcy?
Riverdale tombs.
Go ahead.
I'll fill Moreno in.
Thanks.
I'm sorry, Marcy.
I'm sorry it got
to this point.
I don't know what to
do, Miss Chandler.
I'm so afraid.
You'll get help.
Someone from the
Public Defender's Office
will be assigned to you.
Will I go to prison?
I don't know.
You don't know.
That may depend on whether
or not your husband lives.
It wasn't like I was thinking
when it happened.
He was hitting me because...
There was no reason.
He was just beating me.
I begged him, but he wouldn't
stop, and the knife was...
It was on the counter and...
he just kept on, and I felt like
I was drowning,
and I was
reaching for air.
He didn't even wait until
the old bruises were gone.
Oh, God, I'm so afraid.
Hello?
Steven.
Good afternoon.
For someone, somewhere,
I'm sure it is.
How bad can things get by lunch?
Bad.
Oh, I'm feeling
just a little stressed.
Well, I'm sorry
I have to add to your bad day,
but I have to back out
of tonight.
Aw. Why?
I'm not feeling too well,
and when I get this way,
I have to take it easy.
But the tickets are paid for.
There's no point wasting them.
Why don't you take
somebody else?
Oh, I tell you,
the kind of day I'm having,
I wouldn't be much
of an audience. Um...
I could drop by the hotel,
though, on my way home.
You sure you want to keep
company with a convalescent?
I can't give you
an exact time.
Well, that's okay.
I'm not going anywhere.
You need me
to bring you anything?
No.
Just yourself will be great.
Okay. See you later.
I don't understand.
I'm not certain myself.
I have nothing more
than a feeling...
an image...
that evaporates
whenever I try
to touch it.
Are you sure this even has
anything to do with me?
You provoke the image.
The thought of you, even your
name, brings it to my eyes.
What do you expect me to do?
I've told you
what I'm thinking.
You already
feel everything I feel,
and now you say I'm in danger.
Only you can't tell me
from whom,
or why.
Because I don't know myself.
Is this fair of you?
You know I value your words
above all others.
Catherine... I fear for you.
And I am supposed
to take that fear
up into the world
and live with it...
tonight, when I see Steven?
Don't go.
He is my friend, Vincent,
and I care about him.
He's dying...
and, at the very least,
I owe him
my trust.
Catherine...
He's dying, Vincent...
and I'm all he has.
You know, actually, it
was my own darn fault.
I forgot to take
my medication.
Is there anything
I can do for you?
Nah. Actually,
I'm much better.
But let's not
talk about it.
Why don't you tell me
about your lousy day.
I don't know.
So many of the people I deal
with on a daily basis...
just crying out for help,
and so unable to accept it.
Just...
I guess it's just
hard for you to understand
that dynamic.
Yeah, it is.
When I was in India last year,
I saw a level of squalor
that I couldn't believe
still existed in the world.
And the only way I could
accept it was to realize that...
...humanity exists on
completely different levels.
"Hunger" means something
very different in Calcutta.
Or even... even 20 blocks
north of here.
Yeah.
Listen, I can't stay long.
That's okay.
I've at least two hours
of paperwork that has
to be finished tonight.
I think maybe you
work too hard.
Sometimes... maybe I do.
And I also think that you could
use a change of scenery.
You're telling me.
Cathy...
...something very
exciting is happening.
I'm thinking of buying a house.
Really?
Where?
New Rochelle.
It's a beautiful area, and it's
only about a half hour
from the city.
Great.
Will you come see it with me?
When?
Tomorrow.
Oh, no way.
This whole week's
impossible for me.
Well, Saturday, then.
Oh, Steven, I would love to.
I've just go so much to do.
It won't take long.
Just a couple of hours.
Okay.
Terrific.
Uh, I got to run.
But I'll let you know
about Saturday.
Feel better.
Thanks.
We have so much to
look forward to.
I can just see it.
We'll have a house in a
clearing just like this.
Yeah.
A little country estate.
And in the kitchen,
we'll have one of those
red potbellied stoves.
It'll be perfect.
Yeah.
Just perfect.
Is that it?
Yes.
Oh, it looks
lovely!
It gets better.
Much better.
Before we go inside,
I want to show you something.
This is what really
sold me on it.
Sounds like you've
already decided.
I bought it.
I wanted to surprise you.
You're kidding.
Well, I am surprised.
Right here.
Do you recognize it?
Recognize what?
The whole thing.
No. Should I?
Come on.
You'll see.
I've been working day and night
getting the place ready.
It's a complete
sense of privacy.
Behind, it's all woods.
It's like there's no one
around for a hundred miles.
God, it's beautiful.
Come here.
I haven't gotten
started in here yet,
but otherwise
it's pretty livable.
Come here.
Do you remember talking
about the red stove?
What red stove?
Is it what you wanted?
What I wanted?
I mean, what you had in mind
when you were describing it.
Steven, what are
you talking about?
You're not getting it.
Come on.
I saved the best for last.
Come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
Well?
It's so big.
Cath...
you remember how I used to
like buying you things?
Even clothes?
I got pretty good at it,
I thought.
Everything in the right style
and the right size.
Take a look.
You won't have to go back
and pack a thing.
Steven, I can't
stay here with you.
I want you to take me home.
Why?
If you need anything,
I'll send for it.
I really want you
to try this one on.
Cath, it'll look
beautiful on you.
I promise.
Steven, you're making me
very uncomfortable.
Please, take me home.
But, Cath, you are home.
I'll be waiting
outside in the car.
Oh, Cath.
You're not being reasonable,
Catherine.
Steven, you're scaring me.
If you're feeling uptight,
I understand.
But it'll pass, Cathy.
Cathy, I still
love you!
Cathy, stop it.
Stop it!
No!
You all right?
Please be all right.
Cathy...
Please, please...
You'll be fine.
I'll make it better.
Why don't you
eat something, sweetheart?
Steven...
you need help.
Please, let me help you.
Help me?
You're not thinking
clearly anymore.
I don't understand you.
I have done everything possible
to give you everything
that you wanted.
I mean, this is
what you wanted, isn't it?
Once, maybe.
But not now.
I've changed;
you don't know me anymore.
Don't say that!
Look, all I am asking
is that you trust me.
We can be happy
here together.
I know it.
No one could ever love you
like I love you!
Is this how you love?
Do you want me
to show you or tell you?
No!
You never trusted me!
That was the problem!
No...
No!
No...!
Cathy!
Cathy, come back!
It's useless!
Why'd you run?!
Why?!
I didn't want this to happen!
I tried to make things
nice for you.
Just like it was before.
Why can't it be
like it was before?!
Vincent, don't!
No!
Vincent, it's over!
It's over.
It's over.
Have you seen him?
They wouldn't
let me.
Don't be ashamed,
Vincent.
You only did what
you had to do.
I know that.
I was the one
who was unfair.
I just...
thought that you were
feeling betrayed.
I forgot for a moment
how you trust me.
I should've
trusted you.
How did you know?
I knew because...
...somehow...
...somewhere
deep inside you,
you must have known.