Beauty and the Beast (1987–1990): Season 2, Episode 18 - A Kingdom by the Sea - full transcript
Catherine is blocked out of an investigation involving a murder attempt by the C.I.A. But there are more shocks yet to come, and a familiar face returns..
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.
What in the hell you want?
Who is it?!
Damn it.
What a combination by...
...that famous right hook.
Amazing...
You got the wrong apartment!
Oh, what a flurry by Hanson!
He's got Lawson against the
ropes. A left, a right...
Are you deaf or what?
I said you got
the wrong damn apartment.
No, I do not think so.
Ow!
Damn it.
Catherine,
are you hurt?
How long have you been...?
Only a moment.
You were so absorbed in your
work, I didn't want to intrude.
I must have appeared
pretty ridiculous.
No.
You looked... determined.
The terrace gets
so much morning sun,
I thought
a rose bush
might do well here.
Roses...
The man at the nursery said
this is a very special bush.
If I don't kill it
with my gardening...
Catherine...
your hand.
I...
I should go.
No, don't, please.
You have visitors.
Not for long.
Wait.
Catherine!
Catherine Chandler?
Yes.
CIA.
You alone,
Ms. Chandler?
Yes.
Although I don't see that
it's any of your business.
It isn't. We, uh,
thought we heard voices.
My apologies if we're intruding.
I was listening to the radio.
Excuse me!
If you don't tell me
what this is about
right now,
I'm phoning the police.
Does the name Elliot Burch
ring a bell?
Mr. Burch is wanted
for questioning,
in connection
with a matter that's related
to the national security.
We were hoping you might
have some information
on his whereabouts.
Well, I haven't seen Elliot
for at least a year.
The last I heard,
he was
in the Caribbean, I think,
building resorts.
That what Burch told you?
That is what I read
in the papers.
Let's not play games,
Ms. Chandler.
Your relationship with Burch
is pretty well documented.
My relationship
with Elliot Burch
is long over.
And so is this conversation.
The door is right there.
If, uh...
you do happen
to hear from Mr. Burch,
please give us a call.
...and since when
is the CIA authorized
to conduct
internal operations?
It isn't. You sure
these guys were legit?
Their I.D. looked convincing.
Well, they're Burch's headache.
We got some of our own.
Here, take a look at this.
Last night he
delivered some flowers
to an old guy by the name
of Stanley Kazmarek...
and shot him three times.
Any motive?
Maybe Kazmarek stiffed
him on the tip.
Anyway, a bag lady
outside gave us the face,
but the cops haven't
been able to make him.
Turns out Kazmarek was a lot
tougher than anyone figured.
He's still hanging on.
You want me
to get a statement.
Bingo.
Frankly, at his age, the odds
weren't encouraging,
but Mr. Kazmarek
came through surgery
better than we had
any right to expect.
When do you think he might
regain consciousness?
Could be hours.
Could be never.
If you want to wait, there's
a family room down the hall.
I read the file in the cab.
Sure doesn't make any sense.
Tell me about it.
Shooter pops the old guy,
drops the flowers,
and takes off.
- Professional hit?
- You got it.
But why would a pro
bother whacking out
a 72-year-old retired
sanitation worker?
Any leads on
Annabelle Lee?
It's a poem.
I know.
Jonesy suggested running
an APB on Edgar Allen Poe.
Maybe it's a pet name
for a woman he knew,
a daughter,
an ex-wife...
Wife's name is Betty,
died 12 years ago.
Only one kid,
Stanley Jr.,
also deceased.
Ms. Chandler?
Detective Hughs?
Yeah.
Who are you?
CIA. We're taking
over here.
What? Who says?
Your captain, if
you'd be good enough
to give him a call.
Will the
parents of Barry Nelson
please return to the nursing
station on the Pediatric Ward?
Will the parents
of Barry Nelson...
Some reason
you're still, uh,
hanging around,
Ms. Chandler?
I have a job to do.
Not here you don't.
You're off the case.
You have no right
to do this.
Maybe you should discuss
this with your office.
Would you mind telling me
what the hell is going on?
All right, Radcliffe,
calm down; there's nothing
we can do about it.
So they can just walk in,
order us off the
case and that's it?
It isn't even legal.
I mean, their
jurisdiction doesn't...
Hey, cool it!
Now since when does the CIA
worry about what's legal?
I don't like this
any better than you do,
but Moreno didn't
ask my opinion.
Sit down.
Sit down.
Now officially, this case
no longer exists,
as far as we're
concerned.
And unofficially?
Unofficially,
they shared a few crumbs.
You ever heard of Santo Irisado?
It's a... group of islands
in the Caribbean, isn't it?
Uh... sugar cane.
With an average per capita
income of about 12 cents.
So... what does
this have to do
with Stanley Kazmarek?
Two weeks ago,
they intercepted a freighter
carrying a large shipment
of illegal arms.
Liberian registry.
But they traced back
ownership to a Hong Kong
shipping firm... controlled
by a holding corporation
in the Cayman Islands.
Controlled by Burch.
Are you saying Elliot
is involved in arms smuggling?
Oh, no. This goes way
beyond arms smuggling.
Cathy, the CIA
thinks Elliot Burch
was trying to take over
his own country.
Kazmarek might have
been the leak that queered
the arms deal.
Somebody didn't appreciate it.
Somebody figured
it was payback time.
Oh, Joe, Elliot has done
a lot of shady things,
but hiring out for murder?
Cathy, the freighter...
it was Burch's freighter.
It was named the Annabelle Lee.
Well, even if he did
want this man dead,
do you think that he would flag
his involvement with a card?
I don't believe a word of it.
Now just take it
easy, Ms. Chandler.
Nobody's going to get hurt.
Elliot?
- Cathy, please, come on.
- We don't have much time.
They're trying to kill me.
What kind of a game are you
playing this time, Elliot?
Cathy, I'm sorry
to involve you in all this.
Tyler, would you just
get us out of here?
Where to?
Anywhere-- no, nowhere.
Just keep the car moving.
Okay.
We're safe in here.
Safe from what, Elliot?
Actually, it's not a what,
it's a who.
The good doctor,
Phillipe Torreon.
He's president-for-life
of Santo Irisado.
Like his father before him,
and his father before him.
And the good doctor
wants me dead.
Because of the Annabelle Lee.
You were backing a coup.
I helped finance some opponents
of the Torreon regime.
Financing?
Is that the latest
polite term
for shipping illegal arms?
Cathy...
Torreon gave me
no choice. This is a war.
Elliot, who gave you the power
to declare war?
Fine. I don't care
about your approval.
All I want now is your help.
You owe me.
I want you to help me
get a man named Kazmarek
out of the hospital.
You want me to deliver the man
they claim you tried to kill?
Who told you that?
He had nothing to do
with the Annabelle Lee.
Well, then why was he shot?
It doesn't matter.
Listen, Cathy,
he's an old man...
And he's very...
He's very important to me.
And he had nothing
to do with any of this.
But that won't
stop the Gorronistas.
Gorronistas?
Dr. Torreon's secret police.
His death squad.
Are you telling me that there is
a death squad here in New York?
Yeah.
You know, the CIA
has Kazmarek staked out.
Mm-hmm, they're watching for me.
But two men won't
be any help at all
when the Gorronistas try again.
You don't believe me.
Cathy...
can't you trust me this once?
I don't know.
Should I?
Tyler, pull over
at the next corner.
Ms. Chandler is getting out.
Elliot Burch...
He says this man
is important to him,
whatever that means.
And you wonder whether
you should believe him.
When he was talking
about Kazmarek,
there was something
in his voice...
in his eyes.
I don't think he
means to harm him.
But...
But you've been wrong
about Elliot Burch before.
And if I make
the wrong choice...
Elliot is a master
of half-truths.
And he's hiding
something from me, I know it.
Earlier tonight, for a moment,
I... felt your fear.
In the garage?
I was coming for you.
Then suddenly the fear
disappeared when you...
saw him.
Elliot may be...
many things...
But he would never hurt me.
Your mind is full of doubts.
But your heart
still trusts this man.
Are you saying...
that I should help him?
We must, Catherine.
I owe him my life.
We moved him to a private room
early this morning.
He's still heavily sedated,
drifting in and out
of consciousness,
but all the signs
are encouraging.
Has he said anything?
Nothing coherent,
I'm afraid.
Do you think he's
strong enough to be moved?
I wouldn't advise it,
but probably, yes.
Mr. Kazmarek
is not going anywhere.
Don't you have rounds
to make, Doctor?
I thought you were told
to stay away from this
case, Miss Chandler.
I wanted to share
some information.
Oh, well... I'm glad you've
decided to cooperate.
I have reason to believe
that the man who shot
Mr. Kazmarek is a Gorronista.
You've been misinformed.
The Gorronistas are a myth,
Miss Chandler.
Dr. Torreon is a great
humanitarian.
There are no death squads
in Santo Irisado.
Oh... but if there
were, you would know about them?
Mm-hmm.
Why don't we ask
Mr. Kazmarek who shot him?
Oh, I'm afraid that's
out of the question.
I could get a
court order.
That decision
could be as unfortunate
as the one that
Mr. Burch made
when he decided to destabilize
a foreign government.
Oh, that is your
exclusive domain, is it?
Tell me what's
really going on.
What are you hiding?
A drug connection?
Torture? What?
You're all just
covering this up!
Keep your voice down!
You let go of me!
Well, if it isn't our
little crusading lady D.A.
Miss Chandler
was just leaving.
I'll be back.
Is she safe?
So long as she
stays away from Burch.
The Gorronistas
don't know about her.
Yet.
Hello?
Yeah.
Right, okay, Cath...
20 minutes. Yeah.
Okay.
Central Park West, fast.
What if it's a set-up?
It's not.
I trust her.
Simons? Burch.
Listen, I want you
to get a medical team
to the Daedalus ASAP, okay?
I don't care what it costs,
just get them there.
Okay, I want a chopper pick-up.
Pier 204 in 45 minutes.
Watch it...
Watch his arms.
Easy.
Okay, you ready?
One more.
One more.
I don't know how you did it,
but I wanted to thank you.
We're even, Elliot.
Cathy...
Please...
Would you ride with us?
Just to the docks.
I... I just want a chance
to say good-bye to you.
Where are you taking him?
Out of the country.
My yacht's on the Sound; I've
got a medical team standing by.
Oh, no...
Leave me alone.
What are you doing?
Oh, no.
Hey, hey, take it easy.
Rest easy,
it's just a bad dream.
You're safe now.
You...
Get away from me.
You killed her.
And you did this to me.
I didn't...
I should have known
it was your fault.
Killing her
wasn't enough.
Now you'll be the death
of me, too.
Listen, I'm just
trying to help you.
I don't want no help,
not from you...
Elliot Burch.
Why do you have to be
so damned stubborn?
Listen, I've said I'm
sorry so many times,
for everything.
Why can't you just
find a way to...?
Don't touch me.
You make me ashamed.
Yeah...
He'll be okay...
Once he's strong enough,
we'll get him a bottle.
He's fine once
he's good and drunk.
He's your father.
What the hell is this?
It only takes one passenger!
I thought it was
just you, Mr. Burch.
Simons didn't
say no...
Do I have to spell
everything out?
Okay.
You take the old man
to the Daedalus.
Okay? And you
come back for me.
And you make it fast.
They're going to take you
out to my yacht.
- You'll be safe there.
- Safe?
You're going to keep me safe?
They shot me
on account of you.
Ain't that a laugh!
Cathy, if you won't
come with us,
at least let me assign
you some bodyguards.
Don't be silly, Elliot.
You don't understand
the danger that you're in.
Listen, these people are
going to come after
anybody who matters to me.
When I told Torreon
that I wasn't going
to give him half an interest
in my project down there,
he was very gracious, you know?
But the next day the wife of my
crew chief disappeared.
A week later her body turns up
floating in the swimming pool
in the hotel--
she'd been flayed.
That's the kind of people
I'm dealing with.
I mean, murder and
terrorism and torture.
They're fanatics.
Their own lives don't mean
anything to them.
You've got to let me
protect you.
No.
Tyler...
bring the car up.
Fast.
Yeah.
We'd better get out
of here, Mr. Burch.
No!
Morley,
there's somebody out there.
Come on, we got to get out!
Listen, we'll make a break
for the limo, okay?
It's armored.
How?
Bastards got
us cut off.
There could be a way out
through there.
Maybe it is,
maybe it ain't.
Yeah.
Yeah, well,
I'd rather take my chances
than sit around and wait for you
to run out of bullets.
Lady's got a point.
Yeah.
Come on, man,
let's go.
Go on, I'll cover you.
No.
Go on!
There's no way through.
There's no way through!
Keep down...
Cathy...
if we don't make it...
Now at least
I can die happy.
Stop!
Stop.
They're gone.
They cannot swim far.
They will come
ashore soon.
Downriver!
Find them!
Cathy.
Elliot.
I thought
you were...
Me, too.
Now listen...
first thing
we've got to do is get you
in some dry clothes,
okay?
There's no time.
For once in your life,
don't argue. Come on.
There's a phone.
Uh, no,
you can't dial out,
I tried.
First thing we got to do
is get you some dry clothes.
And I got
the combination.
Uh...
I can't vouch for the fit,
but it's better than
hypothermia.
You know where we are?
More or less.
I-I...
I grew up a few blocks
from here.
I used to work summers
down on these docks.
My dad got me on.
He, uh...
He had some friends
in the union.
He, uh...
He said it beat the hell out
of riding around
on a garbage truck
in the August heat.
There was always a breeze
down here...
The smell of the ocean...
and the ships.
They'd be bound for...
Zanzibar...
Hong Kong and Rio.
He'd never been further
than Birmingham, but, uh...
I was going to be different.
I was going to be different.
I was going to...
I'm so sorry,
Elliot.
So am I.
But a lot of things, you know,
it's, uh...
I should have been the one
in the helicopter.
No.
Yeah.
You father wouldn't have
wanted that.
Elliot Burch doesn't have
a father.
Didn't you know that all great
men create themselves?
They do.
I mean, he was, uh...
Stosh Kazmarek's father.
And the way he saw it...
I killed his son...
And his wife.
Your mother...
It was cancer...
But somehow that
was my fault, too.
Uh...
I wish she hadn't died.
Maybe she could have
helped him understand...
that I wanted so much.
That I, I had so many dreams
that were just out of reach
for who I was...
...and what I was.
Don't fight it, Elliot.
Let yourself grieve.
I've been grieving...
12 years.
That's long enough.
What the hell was that?
It's one of your
playmates.
Listen, I'm the one they want.
I'll give myself up.
They're not gonna
leave any witnesses.
Here.
Here.
What's happening
up there?
Tell me!
Listen...
it stopped.
It's over.
What was that?
I mean,
what was that?
Was it an animal,
or what was that?
Don't ask, Elliot.
Don't ask.
Vincent?
I heard you
were back.
Dear God.
Wha-What happened?
This must
be treated.
Could become infected.
How, um...
How is Catherine?
Alive.
Safe.
If only...
there was some way
in which I could keep
both of you safe...
to shield you both from...
from harm, from pain.
From life.
Because I love you, Vincent.
I love both of you.
Even love can...
wound, Father.
The grave is a fine, safe place,
but if we live...
...we bleed.
Well, maybe
if we double back
to the last
intersection, we'll...
Where are we?
Below Central Park.
That's the way out.
Elliot?
You asked for me to trust you.
Well, I have.
The things
that you've seen tonight,
the places
that we've been,
whatever you may have
heard or imagined,
all of it has to be forgotten.
All of it, Elliot.
Why?
What happened back there?
I can't tell you.
Well, what kind
of trust is that?
The only kind I have to offer.
Cathy,
back when I kissed you
on the pier...
No, Elliot, don't.
Listen, deny it all you want.
Something was there.
You felt it, too.
I mean, what-what
are you afraid of?
Why can't you admit
the possibility?
Because there is no possibility.
There's somebody else.
I'm sorry, Elliot.
That makes two of us.
Vincent.
You're hurt.
It's the kind of hurt
that heals easily.
Tell me what you're feeling.
Elliot is...
a king in your world.
Yes...
in a way.
He can offer
you so much.
The power
to do great good,
beauties undreamed of.
He can walk beside you
in the daylight.
Last night, I...
felt your fear for him.
The sorrows you shared.
Your joy when you knew
he was alive.
And when death
was nearest...
when he...
When he kissed me.
Yes.
I felt...
...that, too.
I've never felt
closer to Elliot
than I did last night.
I saw so much
of what he's
always kept hidden.
The boy he once was,
the man he could be.
We almost died together.
And when he kissed me,
just for an instant,
some small part
of me responded...
And I wished...
I wished that he was...
you.
Good morning.
You have pulled some
crazy stunts before,
but this time,
you really stepped in it.
What?
I warned you not to fool around
with these people, but no,
and now they're
in the conference room,
and they're waiting
for you right now.
Miss Chandler.
You can go now.
No way.
She has the right
to have an attorney at...
at whatever
the hell this is.
And what do you know?
I just happen
to be an attorney.
Joe, I got myself
into this.
I'll be all right.
You sure?
Yeah.
I'll be in my office
if you need me.
And what are you gentlemen
doing here?
You might ask Mr. Burch
that question.
Your friend Elliot's
the one who arranged
this little love fest.
Gentlemen.
Cathy, how nice
to see you again.
Well, it's been
a year.
Burch,
everybody knows
what went down
last night.
Last night two
of my men took
Stanley Kazmarek
out of his
hospital room,
at my orders,
for his own
protection.
Hmm. Worked real well, too.
The point is, though,
that Mr. Kazmarek and the men
he was with were murdered
by Dr. Torreon's Gorronistas.
The Gorronistas are a myth.
A myth?!
You have bodies
all over the waterfront!
Bodies?
What bodies?
I'm afraid I don't know
what you're referring to,
Miss Chandler.
You covered it up.
Cathy,
these guys are experts
in damage control.
Did you have a reason
for calling this, uh, meeting,
Mr. Burch?
I was wondering
what the public would think
if they learned
that a death squad had come
to New York
to murder American citizens,
and all the CIA
wanted to do was
to keep it quiet.
Those charges are malicious
and irresponsible.
You can't prove a thing.
You're right, I-I can't.
But you know what I can do?
I can get a hundred reporters
in my office
in an hour.
Maybe they can
prove something.
Well, what
do you want?
It's simple.
You guys are experts
at covering things up.
Do your job.
One last thing.
About the bodies...
There were no bodies.
I thought we
made that clear.
The guys in the chopper?
You hear anything...?
Nothing.
Once I thought I could
never understand this man.
Now, sometimes...
I understand him
all too well.
He has his own
kind of nobility.
And his own kind
of tragedies.
So many contradictions.
Light and darkness,
good and evil,
pain and joy.
How can these things
live side by side
in one man,
one world?
How doesn't matter, Vincent.
They do.
It's... life.
Look.
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.
What in the hell you want?
Who is it?!
Damn it.
What a combination by...
...that famous right hook.
Amazing...
You got the wrong apartment!
Oh, what a flurry by Hanson!
He's got Lawson against the
ropes. A left, a right...
Are you deaf or what?
I said you got
the wrong damn apartment.
No, I do not think so.
Ow!
Damn it.
Catherine,
are you hurt?
How long have you been...?
Only a moment.
You were so absorbed in your
work, I didn't want to intrude.
I must have appeared
pretty ridiculous.
No.
You looked... determined.
The terrace gets
so much morning sun,
I thought
a rose bush
might do well here.
Roses...
The man at the nursery said
this is a very special bush.
If I don't kill it
with my gardening...
Catherine...
your hand.
I...
I should go.
No, don't, please.
You have visitors.
Not for long.
Wait.
Catherine!
Catherine Chandler?
Yes.
CIA.
You alone,
Ms. Chandler?
Yes.
Although I don't see that
it's any of your business.
It isn't. We, uh,
thought we heard voices.
My apologies if we're intruding.
I was listening to the radio.
Excuse me!
If you don't tell me
what this is about
right now,
I'm phoning the police.
Does the name Elliot Burch
ring a bell?
Mr. Burch is wanted
for questioning,
in connection
with a matter that's related
to the national security.
We were hoping you might
have some information
on his whereabouts.
Well, I haven't seen Elliot
for at least a year.
The last I heard,
he was
in the Caribbean, I think,
building resorts.
That what Burch told you?
That is what I read
in the papers.
Let's not play games,
Ms. Chandler.
Your relationship with Burch
is pretty well documented.
My relationship
with Elliot Burch
is long over.
And so is this conversation.
The door is right there.
If, uh...
you do happen
to hear from Mr. Burch,
please give us a call.
...and since when
is the CIA authorized
to conduct
internal operations?
It isn't. You sure
these guys were legit?
Their I.D. looked convincing.
Well, they're Burch's headache.
We got some of our own.
Here, take a look at this.
Last night he
delivered some flowers
to an old guy by the name
of Stanley Kazmarek...
and shot him three times.
Any motive?
Maybe Kazmarek stiffed
him on the tip.
Anyway, a bag lady
outside gave us the face,
but the cops haven't
been able to make him.
Turns out Kazmarek was a lot
tougher than anyone figured.
He's still hanging on.
You want me
to get a statement.
Bingo.
Frankly, at his age, the odds
weren't encouraging,
but Mr. Kazmarek
came through surgery
better than we had
any right to expect.
When do you think he might
regain consciousness?
Could be hours.
Could be never.
If you want to wait, there's
a family room down the hall.
I read the file in the cab.
Sure doesn't make any sense.
Tell me about it.
Shooter pops the old guy,
drops the flowers,
and takes off.
- Professional hit?
- You got it.
But why would a pro
bother whacking out
a 72-year-old retired
sanitation worker?
Any leads on
Annabelle Lee?
It's a poem.
I know.
Jonesy suggested running
an APB on Edgar Allen Poe.
Maybe it's a pet name
for a woman he knew,
a daughter,
an ex-wife...
Wife's name is Betty,
died 12 years ago.
Only one kid,
Stanley Jr.,
also deceased.
Ms. Chandler?
Detective Hughs?
Yeah.
Who are you?
CIA. We're taking
over here.
What? Who says?
Your captain, if
you'd be good enough
to give him a call.
Will the
parents of Barry Nelson
please return to the nursing
station on the Pediatric Ward?
Will the parents
of Barry Nelson...
Some reason
you're still, uh,
hanging around,
Ms. Chandler?
I have a job to do.
Not here you don't.
You're off the case.
You have no right
to do this.
Maybe you should discuss
this with your office.
Would you mind telling me
what the hell is going on?
All right, Radcliffe,
calm down; there's nothing
we can do about it.
So they can just walk in,
order us off the
case and that's it?
It isn't even legal.
I mean, their
jurisdiction doesn't...
Hey, cool it!
Now since when does the CIA
worry about what's legal?
I don't like this
any better than you do,
but Moreno didn't
ask my opinion.
Sit down.
Sit down.
Now officially, this case
no longer exists,
as far as we're
concerned.
And unofficially?
Unofficially,
they shared a few crumbs.
You ever heard of Santo Irisado?
It's a... group of islands
in the Caribbean, isn't it?
Uh... sugar cane.
With an average per capita
income of about 12 cents.
So... what does
this have to do
with Stanley Kazmarek?
Two weeks ago,
they intercepted a freighter
carrying a large shipment
of illegal arms.
Liberian registry.
But they traced back
ownership to a Hong Kong
shipping firm... controlled
by a holding corporation
in the Cayman Islands.
Controlled by Burch.
Are you saying Elliot
is involved in arms smuggling?
Oh, no. This goes way
beyond arms smuggling.
Cathy, the CIA
thinks Elliot Burch
was trying to take over
his own country.
Kazmarek might have
been the leak that queered
the arms deal.
Somebody didn't appreciate it.
Somebody figured
it was payback time.
Oh, Joe, Elliot has done
a lot of shady things,
but hiring out for murder?
Cathy, the freighter...
it was Burch's freighter.
It was named the Annabelle Lee.
Well, even if he did
want this man dead,
do you think that he would flag
his involvement with a card?
I don't believe a word of it.
Now just take it
easy, Ms. Chandler.
Nobody's going to get hurt.
Elliot?
- Cathy, please, come on.
- We don't have much time.
They're trying to kill me.
What kind of a game are you
playing this time, Elliot?
Cathy, I'm sorry
to involve you in all this.
Tyler, would you just
get us out of here?
Where to?
Anywhere-- no, nowhere.
Just keep the car moving.
Okay.
We're safe in here.
Safe from what, Elliot?
Actually, it's not a what,
it's a who.
The good doctor,
Phillipe Torreon.
He's president-for-life
of Santo Irisado.
Like his father before him,
and his father before him.
And the good doctor
wants me dead.
Because of the Annabelle Lee.
You were backing a coup.
I helped finance some opponents
of the Torreon regime.
Financing?
Is that the latest
polite term
for shipping illegal arms?
Cathy...
Torreon gave me
no choice. This is a war.
Elliot, who gave you the power
to declare war?
Fine. I don't care
about your approval.
All I want now is your help.
You owe me.
I want you to help me
get a man named Kazmarek
out of the hospital.
You want me to deliver the man
they claim you tried to kill?
Who told you that?
He had nothing to do
with the Annabelle Lee.
Well, then why was he shot?
It doesn't matter.
Listen, Cathy,
he's an old man...
And he's very...
He's very important to me.
And he had nothing
to do with any of this.
But that won't
stop the Gorronistas.
Gorronistas?
Dr. Torreon's secret police.
His death squad.
Are you telling me that there is
a death squad here in New York?
Yeah.
You know, the CIA
has Kazmarek staked out.
Mm-hmm, they're watching for me.
But two men won't
be any help at all
when the Gorronistas try again.
You don't believe me.
Cathy...
can't you trust me this once?
I don't know.
Should I?
Tyler, pull over
at the next corner.
Ms. Chandler is getting out.
Elliot Burch...
He says this man
is important to him,
whatever that means.
And you wonder whether
you should believe him.
When he was talking
about Kazmarek,
there was something
in his voice...
in his eyes.
I don't think he
means to harm him.
But...
But you've been wrong
about Elliot Burch before.
And if I make
the wrong choice...
Elliot is a master
of half-truths.
And he's hiding
something from me, I know it.
Earlier tonight, for a moment,
I... felt your fear.
In the garage?
I was coming for you.
Then suddenly the fear
disappeared when you...
saw him.
Elliot may be...
many things...
But he would never hurt me.
Your mind is full of doubts.
But your heart
still trusts this man.
Are you saying...
that I should help him?
We must, Catherine.
I owe him my life.
We moved him to a private room
early this morning.
He's still heavily sedated,
drifting in and out
of consciousness,
but all the signs
are encouraging.
Has he said anything?
Nothing coherent,
I'm afraid.
Do you think he's
strong enough to be moved?
I wouldn't advise it,
but probably, yes.
Mr. Kazmarek
is not going anywhere.
Don't you have rounds
to make, Doctor?
I thought you were told
to stay away from this
case, Miss Chandler.
I wanted to share
some information.
Oh, well... I'm glad you've
decided to cooperate.
I have reason to believe
that the man who shot
Mr. Kazmarek is a Gorronista.
You've been misinformed.
The Gorronistas are a myth,
Miss Chandler.
Dr. Torreon is a great
humanitarian.
There are no death squads
in Santo Irisado.
Oh... but if there
were, you would know about them?
Mm-hmm.
Why don't we ask
Mr. Kazmarek who shot him?
Oh, I'm afraid that's
out of the question.
I could get a
court order.
That decision
could be as unfortunate
as the one that
Mr. Burch made
when he decided to destabilize
a foreign government.
Oh, that is your
exclusive domain, is it?
Tell me what's
really going on.
What are you hiding?
A drug connection?
Torture? What?
You're all just
covering this up!
Keep your voice down!
You let go of me!
Well, if it isn't our
little crusading lady D.A.
Miss Chandler
was just leaving.
I'll be back.
Is she safe?
So long as she
stays away from Burch.
The Gorronistas
don't know about her.
Yet.
Hello?
Yeah.
Right, okay, Cath...
20 minutes. Yeah.
Okay.
Central Park West, fast.
What if it's a set-up?
It's not.
I trust her.
Simons? Burch.
Listen, I want you
to get a medical team
to the Daedalus ASAP, okay?
I don't care what it costs,
just get them there.
Okay, I want a chopper pick-up.
Pier 204 in 45 minutes.
Watch it...
Watch his arms.
Easy.
Okay, you ready?
One more.
One more.
I don't know how you did it,
but I wanted to thank you.
We're even, Elliot.
Cathy...
Please...
Would you ride with us?
Just to the docks.
I... I just want a chance
to say good-bye to you.
Where are you taking him?
Out of the country.
My yacht's on the Sound; I've
got a medical team standing by.
Oh, no...
Leave me alone.
What are you doing?
Oh, no.
Hey, hey, take it easy.
Rest easy,
it's just a bad dream.
You're safe now.
You...
Get away from me.
You killed her.
And you did this to me.
I didn't...
I should have known
it was your fault.
Killing her
wasn't enough.
Now you'll be the death
of me, too.
Listen, I'm just
trying to help you.
I don't want no help,
not from you...
Elliot Burch.
Why do you have to be
so damned stubborn?
Listen, I've said I'm
sorry so many times,
for everything.
Why can't you just
find a way to...?
Don't touch me.
You make me ashamed.
Yeah...
He'll be okay...
Once he's strong enough,
we'll get him a bottle.
He's fine once
he's good and drunk.
He's your father.
What the hell is this?
It only takes one passenger!
I thought it was
just you, Mr. Burch.
Simons didn't
say no...
Do I have to spell
everything out?
Okay.
You take the old man
to the Daedalus.
Okay? And you
come back for me.
And you make it fast.
They're going to take you
out to my yacht.
- You'll be safe there.
- Safe?
You're going to keep me safe?
They shot me
on account of you.
Ain't that a laugh!
Cathy, if you won't
come with us,
at least let me assign
you some bodyguards.
Don't be silly, Elliot.
You don't understand
the danger that you're in.
Listen, these people are
going to come after
anybody who matters to me.
When I told Torreon
that I wasn't going
to give him half an interest
in my project down there,
he was very gracious, you know?
But the next day the wife of my
crew chief disappeared.
A week later her body turns up
floating in the swimming pool
in the hotel--
she'd been flayed.
That's the kind of people
I'm dealing with.
I mean, murder and
terrorism and torture.
They're fanatics.
Their own lives don't mean
anything to them.
You've got to let me
protect you.
No.
Tyler...
bring the car up.
Fast.
Yeah.
We'd better get out
of here, Mr. Burch.
No!
Morley,
there's somebody out there.
Come on, we got to get out!
Listen, we'll make a break
for the limo, okay?
It's armored.
How?
Bastards got
us cut off.
There could be a way out
through there.
Maybe it is,
maybe it ain't.
Yeah.
Yeah, well,
I'd rather take my chances
than sit around and wait for you
to run out of bullets.
Lady's got a point.
Yeah.
Come on, man,
let's go.
Go on, I'll cover you.
No.
Go on!
There's no way through.
There's no way through!
Keep down...
Cathy...
if we don't make it...
Now at least
I can die happy.
Stop!
Stop.
They're gone.
They cannot swim far.
They will come
ashore soon.
Downriver!
Find them!
Cathy.
Elliot.
I thought
you were...
Me, too.
Now listen...
first thing
we've got to do is get you
in some dry clothes,
okay?
There's no time.
For once in your life,
don't argue. Come on.
There's a phone.
Uh, no,
you can't dial out,
I tried.
First thing we got to do
is get you some dry clothes.
And I got
the combination.
Uh...
I can't vouch for the fit,
but it's better than
hypothermia.
You know where we are?
More or less.
I-I...
I grew up a few blocks
from here.
I used to work summers
down on these docks.
My dad got me on.
He, uh...
He had some friends
in the union.
He, uh...
He said it beat the hell out
of riding around
on a garbage truck
in the August heat.
There was always a breeze
down here...
The smell of the ocean...
and the ships.
They'd be bound for...
Zanzibar...
Hong Kong and Rio.
He'd never been further
than Birmingham, but, uh...
I was going to be different.
I was going to be different.
I was going to...
I'm so sorry,
Elliot.
So am I.
But a lot of things, you know,
it's, uh...
I should have been the one
in the helicopter.
No.
Yeah.
You father wouldn't have
wanted that.
Elliot Burch doesn't have
a father.
Didn't you know that all great
men create themselves?
They do.
I mean, he was, uh...
Stosh Kazmarek's father.
And the way he saw it...
I killed his son...
And his wife.
Your mother...
It was cancer...
But somehow that
was my fault, too.
Uh...
I wish she hadn't died.
Maybe she could have
helped him understand...
that I wanted so much.
That I, I had so many dreams
that were just out of reach
for who I was...
...and what I was.
Don't fight it, Elliot.
Let yourself grieve.
I've been grieving...
12 years.
That's long enough.
What the hell was that?
It's one of your
playmates.
Listen, I'm the one they want.
I'll give myself up.
They're not gonna
leave any witnesses.
Here.
Here.
What's happening
up there?
Tell me!
Listen...
it stopped.
It's over.
What was that?
I mean,
what was that?
Was it an animal,
or what was that?
Don't ask, Elliot.
Don't ask.
Vincent?
I heard you
were back.
Dear God.
Wha-What happened?
This must
be treated.
Could become infected.
How, um...
How is Catherine?
Alive.
Safe.
If only...
there was some way
in which I could keep
both of you safe...
to shield you both from...
from harm, from pain.
From life.
Because I love you, Vincent.
I love both of you.
Even love can...
wound, Father.
The grave is a fine, safe place,
but if we live...
...we bleed.
Well, maybe
if we double back
to the last
intersection, we'll...
Where are we?
Below Central Park.
That's the way out.
Elliot?
You asked for me to trust you.
Well, I have.
The things
that you've seen tonight,
the places
that we've been,
whatever you may have
heard or imagined,
all of it has to be forgotten.
All of it, Elliot.
Why?
What happened back there?
I can't tell you.
Well, what kind
of trust is that?
The only kind I have to offer.
Cathy,
back when I kissed you
on the pier...
No, Elliot, don't.
Listen, deny it all you want.
Something was there.
You felt it, too.
I mean, what-what
are you afraid of?
Why can't you admit
the possibility?
Because there is no possibility.
There's somebody else.
I'm sorry, Elliot.
That makes two of us.
Vincent.
You're hurt.
It's the kind of hurt
that heals easily.
Tell me what you're feeling.
Elliot is...
a king in your world.
Yes...
in a way.
He can offer
you so much.
The power
to do great good,
beauties undreamed of.
He can walk beside you
in the daylight.
Last night, I...
felt your fear for him.
The sorrows you shared.
Your joy when you knew
he was alive.
And when death
was nearest...
when he...
When he kissed me.
Yes.
I felt...
...that, too.
I've never felt
closer to Elliot
than I did last night.
I saw so much
of what he's
always kept hidden.
The boy he once was,
the man he could be.
We almost died together.
And when he kissed me,
just for an instant,
some small part
of me responded...
And I wished...
I wished that he was...
you.
Good morning.
You have pulled some
crazy stunts before,
but this time,
you really stepped in it.
What?
I warned you not to fool around
with these people, but no,
and now they're
in the conference room,
and they're waiting
for you right now.
Miss Chandler.
You can go now.
No way.
She has the right
to have an attorney at...
at whatever
the hell this is.
And what do you know?
I just happen
to be an attorney.
Joe, I got myself
into this.
I'll be all right.
You sure?
Yeah.
I'll be in my office
if you need me.
And what are you gentlemen
doing here?
You might ask Mr. Burch
that question.
Your friend Elliot's
the one who arranged
this little love fest.
Gentlemen.
Cathy, how nice
to see you again.
Well, it's been
a year.
Burch,
everybody knows
what went down
last night.
Last night two
of my men took
Stanley Kazmarek
out of his
hospital room,
at my orders,
for his own
protection.
Hmm. Worked real well, too.
The point is, though,
that Mr. Kazmarek and the men
he was with were murdered
by Dr. Torreon's Gorronistas.
The Gorronistas are a myth.
A myth?!
You have bodies
all over the waterfront!
Bodies?
What bodies?
I'm afraid I don't know
what you're referring to,
Miss Chandler.
You covered it up.
Cathy,
these guys are experts
in damage control.
Did you have a reason
for calling this, uh, meeting,
Mr. Burch?
I was wondering
what the public would think
if they learned
that a death squad had come
to New York
to murder American citizens,
and all the CIA
wanted to do was
to keep it quiet.
Those charges are malicious
and irresponsible.
You can't prove a thing.
You're right, I-I can't.
But you know what I can do?
I can get a hundred reporters
in my office
in an hour.
Maybe they can
prove something.
Well, what
do you want?
It's simple.
You guys are experts
at covering things up.
Do your job.
One last thing.
About the bodies...
There were no bodies.
I thought we
made that clear.
The guys in the chopper?
You hear anything...?
Nothing.
Once I thought I could
never understand this man.
Now, sometimes...
I understand him
all too well.
He has his own
kind of nobility.
And his own kind
of tragedies.
So many contradictions.
Light and darkness,
good and evil,
pain and joy.
How can these things
live side by side
in one man,
one world?
How doesn't matter, Vincent.
They do.
It's... life.
Look.