Beauty and the Beast (1987–1990): Season 2, Episode 16 - A Distant Shore - full transcript

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.

One, two, three.

Excuse me.

I'm looking
for studio five.

Excuse me?

Adam Gold?

Back there.

Left, right, then another left
at the water cooler.



Thank you.

I'm getting
a couple mics.

Maybe a couple mics...

Don't have any plans
but tonight.

I'm talking
massive, man.

It's CHR or
starve now.

Let's face
it, man.

Excuse me.

I-I'm looking
for Studio Five.

Hey, life's
a journey.

I'm looking for
the men's room.

Excuse me, Miss,

the door's
right behind you.

Thanks.

My father
used to say,

the first law in
this business--

don't ever ask a
German sausage maker

to make you a
French pastry.

It won't work.

Comes out flat
every time.

Oh, no.

How's that, Danny?

Can I have less drums
in the cans?

Arty?
Yeah?

What are we talking
about here?

This guitarist
has no ear, anyway.

I mean, turning it down
ain't gonna help it a whole lot.

Could you tell me
which one is Adam Gold?

Not here.

Can I help you?

I'm Mel Rae.

Oh, that's okay.

I'll wait.

I hate to
tell you this,

but you're
wasting your time.

He didn't show
for the session.

Maybe... I can help you.

No.

It's personal.

Yeah, so personal,
she doesn't know

what he looks like.

I'll come back some other time.

Well, I'll tell him,
uh, you were here.

I...
I don't know your name.

That's okay.

I'll catch up with him myself.

Thank you.

You were looking
for Adam Gold?

Yeah.

Our star witness
O.D.'d last night.

Oh, God. No.

Yeah.

They found an inventory

of counterfeit tapes
and drugs in his apartment.

Interesting thing is,
the coroner said

he didn't appear
to be a drug user.

He was ready to go public
on the counterfeit operation.

Someone killed him

and planted the evidence
to make us drop the case.

Something like that.

I've got Adam Gold's
phone records.

Last night, there were
six one-minute phone calls

to a woman in
Los Angeles.

Must have been just
before he died.

I got the name
and address.

I checked.

It's an answering
machine.

Thanks, Rita.

Tape piracy's one thing.

We might be talking
about murder.

We should get a hold
of this woman.

Maybe you should go out there,
Radcliffe.

To L.A.?

It's our only lead.

Why should we give her a chance
to disappear on us?

You want me to go?

If he tried to call her
six times before he died,

he must have wanted
to talk to her real bad.

All right.

We've got four months
of misery

invested in this case.

That counterfeit Phoenix album

is all over the place.

A recording engineer
is dead.

And I'm not ready
to write this off.

Last time I was in L.A.,
I was eight.

I got sick on cotton
candy at Disneyland,

vomited
in Sleeping Beauty's castle.

The lab reports

from the Becklar case
are due Thursday.

Make sure
Joe gets them.

Okay.

And McPherson will probably
move for dismissal this week.

Maybe you should
interview all the witnesses

from the drugstore.

Don't we already
have statements?

Right. I don't know how
much more you'll learn,

but it'll keep Joe happy.

You want to keep Joe happy.

I'm learning.

Makes life a lot easier.

That's pretty.

Did you check
the weather there?

Yeah. It's in
the seventies.

Great. Rent a convertible.

Yeah.

You're not excited?

No, not really.

How come?

I don't know.

I don't like leaving.

I love this city.

I like being home.

Is there someone
you don't want to leave?

Yeah.

Who is he?

Tell me about him.

Hey, why don't you take him
with you?

He has a tough time
getting away.

Anyway, I've got
a lot to do.

Okay.

Well, good luck.

Thanks.

Mm.

And if you run
into Mel Gibson,

tell him I'd be willing
to relocate.

3,000 miles.

That's a great distance
to be apart from someone.

Someone close.

How long will you be away?

:A week maybe.

Is there something
you'd like me

to bring you
from California?

What?

Yourself.

Safely home.

I'm only going
to interview someone.

It won't be dangerous.

If something should
happen to you...

I'll be all right.

You'll be with me.

Tomorrow, you'll be standing
on another shore.

Looking out at another ocean.

I'll be seeing it
for both of us.

I'll miss you, Catherine.

I already miss you.

Hi! It's Gina.

I'm not in right now,
but don't take it personally.

Leave a message,
and I'll call you back.

Trust me.

Yeah, Gina, this is
Catherine Chandler again.

I do need to talk to you,
so if you will call me back,

I am at 555-1689, room 312.

Thank you.

- Hello?
- Yeah?

Hi, is this
Gina Barrett's office?

Sometimes.
Who wants her?

I'd like to talk
to her if I could.

You got pictures,
a resume and a demo tape?

We don't see anyone without it.

We'll call you.

Are you a singer
or with a group?

Oh, no, I'm...

I'm Catherine Chandler.

I've been trying to reach
Miss Barrett since yesterday.

Oh. Yeah.

She didn't get back to you?
No.

And I do need to see her.

Oh, that's bad luck.

Gina just left.
She went on location.

One of her clients
is shooting a video.

Could you tell me where that is?

Closed set.

Yeah?

No.

The set up's at 10:00.

Well, who says you
can't park there?

Pay the guy
at the Oceanic

to let you
park overnight,

and make sure one of the P.A.'s
sleeps in the truck.

I don't want any equipment
missing in the morning.

When will she be back?

Few days?
It's hard to say.

I'm only going to be
in L.A. till Sunday.

If you could have her
call me at this number,

or in New York,
I'd appreciate it.

Hmm. That'd be some name
for a rock group.

The Assistant
District Attorneys.

Vincent?

How about a game of chess?

Not tonight.

Oh, I see...

The prospect of beating me
doesn't excite you, eh?

Well, I must admit that thrill
has begun to wear thin.

Are you suggesting
there's no contest anymore?

You might be surprised,
you know.

I've never been one to deny
the possibility of miracles.

Miracles, eh?

That bad, is it?

And I was just
about to say

how pleasant it was
spending an evening with you.

You miss her.

I miss feeling her near,

knowing where to find her.

How fortunate you are, Vincent.

To know that feeling.

Yes.

So until she returns,

you'll simply have
to put up with me.

One of my fondest memories,

when I began to read,
truly read.

Voraciously I remember.

Every night after dinner,
we would read to each other

something we had found that day:

a poem, a passage.

Something that struck us
in a deep place.

Yes, I know.

And we'd talk,

sometimes into the night,

about what all
the words meant.

About... everything.

Those were wonderful talks.

I remember.

No child ever had
a better education.

And I promise you, Vincent,

no father ever learned more
from any child.

Well, what's...
what's that you've got there?

Anything that, um...

resonates?

Why don't you read
something to me?

Come on.

"I have been one

"acquainted with the night.

"I have walked out in rain

"and back in rain.

"I have outwalked the
furthest city light.

"I have looked down
the saddest city lane.

"I have passed by the
watchman on his beat.

"And dropped my eyes,
unwilling to explain.

"I have stood still
and stopped the sound of feet

"When far away
an interrupted cry

"Came over houses
from another street,

"But not to call me back
or say good-bye:

"And further still
at an unearthly height,

"One luminary clock
against the sky

"Proclaimed the time was
neither wrong nor right

"I have been one

acquainted with the night."

Be well, Catherine.

Be safe.

Father.

It's late.

I couldn't sleep.

Neither could I.

Park is beautiful
when it's wet.

I, uh... found myself
on Catherine's balcony.

There can be little
comfort in that

when it's empty.

I wanted a sense of her.

What did you find?

Only her absence.

What about your...

your connection to her?

Your bond?
I feel it.

At a distance.
She's so far away.

But you can feel it?

Oh, yes.

Then trust in that, Vincent.

It's a remarkable thing.

To feel the beat of
a woman's heart...

on a distant shore.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Gina Barrett.

She's right over there.

In the red jacket.
You can't miss her.

Okay, thank you.
Yeah.

I ordered smoke machines.
Where are they?
It's too windy.

Look, no. I don't
care about the wind.

I want smoke.
Ms. Barrett?

Yeah, hold on.
I want those smoke machines.

All right, all right,
you got me.

What do you want from me?

Obviously you're
very busy, but...

I don't want
to talk to any D.A.

We're investigating
a tape bootlegging case.

Isn't that F.B.I.?

The Phoenix concert
album was recorded live.

It falls under
state jurisdiction.

Look, I really can't
help you at all.

I left New York way before
Phoenix recorded that album.

It's High Life Records
I want to talk about.

You used to work there.

Years ago.
I had a dumb job.

Listen, you have really
got the wrong girl.

I walked away
from all of that.

What is that
supposed to mean?

It means you're not going
to hear anything from me.

Could you tell me
about Adam Gold?

Look, you want to know
about Adam, talk to Adam.

Gina...

Adam's dead.

You're crazy.

No, I just got a message
on my machine.

That's how
I found you,

through his phone records.

How?

An overdose.

An accident, maybe.

Maybe nothing.

Adam didn't do drugs.

You're working
on a murder case.

That was my hunch.

I'm sorry you have
to find out this way.

I'm sorry you've
lost your friend.

I got to get out of here.

I can't handle this.

Hey, look, um,
take over for me, okay?

I just got
some bad news.

Yeah, sure.

Adam and I were buddies
at High Life.

We were young and innocent.

Then, Mel Rae
and his boys bought it

and everything got big,

and then came the drugs
and the payoffs and the mess.

How did Adam get involved?

Oh, no, you got
him all wrong.

He was just
a great engineer.

He loved the music.

He was one of
the good guys.

He's the one who talked
me into leaving High Life

and getting out
of New York.

Why?

I found out that Mel was
embezzling from the company.

Adam was afraid for me.

Why would Mel Rae bootleg
one of his own albums?

Because it was easy
and, and it's there.

Instead of splitting
it six ways,

he gets to keep
it all himself.

I'm sure he
couldn't resist.

Adam was going to help
us try to prove that.

A lot of good
it did him.

What did his messages
say the other night?

Do you remember?

A lot of it didn't
make sense, I...

Oh, I hope I
didn't erase it.

We can go check.

Come on.

This day has been
like one long...

nightmare.

Shh...

there's someone here.

Gina.

Oh.

He was in a hurry.

I'll say.

Did you recognize him?

No, I didn't see his face.

But I know where he
bought his leather,

so we can rule
out the theory

that poverty forced
him to a life of crime.

But I can tell you one
thing for sure about him.

What's that?

He's very messy.

And thorough.

God, what was
he looking for?

Not money.

Did you have
anything here?

Did Adam ever
send you anything?

No, there was just the
message on the machine.

God, it was the night he died.

Oh, I hope it's still there.

Gina, it's Terry.

Everything's cool.

I've got the truck parked...

It's gone.

Gina....

It's very important that you
try to remember everything

that Adam said to
you that night.

Well... he said
that he'd call back

and that there were some
prints he wanted me to see.

Prints?

What sort of prints?

Artwork, uh,
snapshots?

No, Adam was not
what you'd call visual.

He only cared
about music.

Well, what kind of prints
would he want you to see?

Wait, wait a minute.

The Phoenix album.

Have you got a copy
of the bootleg version?

Yeah, it's in my purse.

Come on.

We're going to
check this out.

Where are we going?

To my friend
Richie's studio.

He's got an analyzer there

that gives you a graphic
readout of sound waves.

We'll make computer
voiceprints of both cassettes

and compare them,

and then maybe we can
see what Adam heard.

All right, let's go.

Well, they've both got the
same sub-frequency copy code,

so the bootleg had to come
from the studio master.

Adam laid in a secret sound code
on the master tape.

Mel never knew it was there.

Sub-frequency?

Yeah, you can't hear
it, but you can see it.

It's right here
on the printout.

This might just be
the only proof we need.

Hey, I may be
a little hyperactive,

but when I'm motivated,
I can be semi-brilliant.

Richie.

Vincent?

Stars are pretty.

Yes.

Look.

That's Orion there

with the three bright stars
in his belt.

Seen those before.

Last year.

He returns every year.

The hunter, striding
across the winter sky,

never resting.

Catherine walks
under these same stars

even now.

Helper brought
this down

for you... from
Catherine.

Not Mouse's fault.

Came that way.

Sand...

from the shores
of the Pacific.

How far it's come.

A lot like
our sand.

"Vincent,
it's the strangest thing.

"We've never been so far apart,

"and yet I can feel you
with me so deeply.

"Sometimes it's as if
I'm seeing things

"through your eyes.

"The sun is coming up now.

"The sky is pink,
the ocean is deep purple.

And I feel like a child."

I wish I could just
scoop it all up with a shell

and run to you
and pour it into your hands.

Everything.

The cry of the gulls,
the warm sun,

the breeze and
the ocean spray it carries,

the taste of salt, the waves.

God, it's so quiet
right now, Vincent,

and the waves are so peaceful.

And the feeling
is so one of solitude,

except you're here, too.

I find myself talking to you,
listening to you.

This morning I think
we walked for miles together,

just you and me,

and it was so clear, Vincent.

I don't think I imagined it.

I think we walked
for miles together.

I miss you.

Joe, these prints
make it clear.

The bootlegs could only have
come from the studio master.

It was an inside job.

Everything points
to Mel Rae.

Should I?

Yeah.

Look, I want your okay to bring
Gina with me to New York.

Good.

Ask him how
cold it is.

How cold is it?

Not very cold.

Okay, well, we have
a plane to catch.

Um, I should be in
some time tomorrow.

All right.

All right.
Don't worry.

Okay. Bye.

Let me guess.

Is Joe the kind of
guy who wears his pants

above his gut
or below it?

You'll have to see for yourself.

Okay.

Coffee maker,
curlers, iron,

terrace door...

Did I turn
the answering machine on?

I don't know.

Oh! I better go back
and check.

All right, give me your
car keys, I'll load up.

Okay.

Meet you down here.
Okay.

There is something
I must do.

Catherine, no.

Come back.

Catherine.

Catherine.

Catherine.

Catherine.

Catherine.

Catherine!

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

It's Mr. Leather,

the same guy who trashed
your apartment.

Yeah, he can't get
enough of me.

Anyone you know?

Yeah, it's Julian.

Mel's slave, drug
connection, and pimp.

Funny, lying there,
he looks almost human.

Go call the police.

I'll watch him.

Vincent?

Vincent.

She's coming back.

She's coming back!

Hey, you're back.

Yeah. Feels good.

Where's
your tan?

Oh.

Hey, Radcliffe,
you did it.

We've already got
the warrants.

The master tape
was seized

from the record company
this morning.

Everybody's
ecstatic.
Good.

And Mel Rae's
been picked up.

- Great.
- Oh, and the LAPD

told me all about the
action in the garage.

And I was worried this was
just going to be a desk job.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Joe Maxwell, District
Attorney's office,

meet your star witness,
Gina Barrett.

This is your boss?

You don't look like a lawyer.

Thanks for coming, Ms. Barrett.

And I'm very sorry
about your friend.

Thanks. Gina.

Gina.

At least now,
I know that Adam's...

Well, nobody's going
to walk away from this.

Not with what we've got.

So, how was the flight?

Smooth flight, dopey movie.

I didn't eat a thing.

Have you ever had
airplane lasagna?

Ooh.

Joe only eats
his mother's lasagna.

That's not true.

I've got this great place
in Astoria that makes it

almost as good as my mom's.

Would you like to go?

Come on, I'll
take you. My treat.

Oh, that's great. I'm starving.

New York's the only place

they know how
to make Italian food.

How about Italy?

Okay. We'll go
there after Astoria.

Listen, guys, would you mind
if I bow out?

Someone's
waiting for me.

Are you sure?

You're gonna miss
her deposition and
some great lasagna.

Joe, I've been on this case
all week.

I'm taking
the night off.

Okay.

See you guys.

Oh, here, let me
help you out here.

Thanks.

East 60's
near Central Park.

Is the Central Park
drive thru open?

I think so.

Good.

Been out of town?

You sound homesick.
Yeah.

You come in from
the airport?

Um-huh.

You come over the
Queensboro Bridge?

Yeah. Why?

You get that great view
from Queensboro Bridge.

Didn't you read
The Great Gatsby?

Yeah.

I didn't know Fitzgerald wrote

about the best routes
from the airport.

Yes, he did.

I know it by heart.

"The city, seen
from the Queensboro Bridge,

"is always a city seen
for the first time,

"in its first
wild promise

of all the mystery and
beauty in the world."

You can't do any better
than that, lady.

Catherine.

I'm back.

I felt your return.

These four days...

I know.

I know.

There was a moment
I...

I felt you were
in great danger.

There was nothing I could do.

I wanted so desperately
to reach out to you.

But you did, Vincent.

I could feel you
watching over me.

I heard you call out.

Vincent, you saved me.

Catherine, this...

this bond we share,
this connection...

Yes...

that strong.