Beauty and the Beast (1987–1990): Season 2, Episode 19 - The Hollow Men - 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.

Further.

Little farther.

This looks like
a good spot.

What do you think?

How about right here?

Hey, hey, come on, guys.

We're all alone.



Let's just do it here.

Yeah, Dale.

She doesn't have
all night.

Does she?

That's true.

So...

what kind of party you want?

One at a time,
together,

what?

Why don't you, uh...

take a seat.

Hey! Easy!

You come here often, Tracy?

Hey.

You like excitement?

Sure.

You like a thrill?

Depends.

You want to know
the biggest thrill there is?

What?

What's wrong?

I've just seen something...

hideous.

What?

A woman murdered
before my eyes.

My God, Vincent.
Where?

In the park.

Tonight?
Just now.

Well, what happened?

The ones who killed her...

barely more than boys.

I've seen death before,
even murder,

but not like this,
not so cold.

Tell me what happened.

They rejoiced in it.

We've got no prints,
no witnesses.

We've got a witness, Greg.

Somebody saw something.

Somebody called
and reported it,

you just haven't
found her yet.

Well, if you've got
any suggestions...

This is the fourth time
in three weeks

I've been pulled out
of bed to come down

and look at a teenager
with her throat slashed.

I don't want to do it again.

We got another hooker.

I know, I heard.

Where?

The radio.

What happened to our
four-hour news blackout?

Somebody must've
leaked it.

I'm going down
to the morgue.

Oh, this is great.

I'll call you.

Same M.O.?
So far.

Hey, Greg, don't
forget us, huh?

I won't.

I thought you were
due in court today.

I am, I just came to pick
up a couple of files.

Were you able to come up
with anything at the scene?

Yeah, some tire tracks,
a weapon.

Blood,

but no prints.

Witnesses?

None so far.

How about an I.D. on the girl?

Jane Doe.

As soon as Rita gets in,

I'm gonna have her
start on missing persons,

see if she can
match her picture.

What?

I always hate that.

We get lucky,

make a match,

somebody in Omaha
picks up a phone,

they lose a daughter.

How old was this one?

Fifteen, sixteen...

You know, Joe,

I had a hunch on my way over.

If you haven't gotten anything,
maybe I should

check it out
this afternoon.

What is it?

Let me check it out first.

Bring me some good news,
will ya?

I will.

I hope.

Maurice?

What?

You still in the information
business, Maurice?

For the right price,

I'm into whatever
kind of business you need.

A prostitute was killed
in the park last night.

Her name was Tracy.

I need to find someone
who knew her-- anyone.

I thought the police
didn't know her name.

Her name was Tracy.

That's right.

You knew her.

I never had that
particular pleasure.

Can you help me?

Can you help me?

Then we can help each other.

Vincent, I found this in
the bottom of an old chest.

It's yours.

Do you remember?

Devin helped me
build this.

Where are you going?

Above.

I was hoping we might have
a game of chess.

Must you go?

Yes, I must.

Because
of last night?

Vincent, what do you
expect to do?

I mean, do you think
you're going to find them?

I don't know, but I
can't simply sit here

while they are searching
for their next victim.

But how do you know
they are?

Catherine says they've
killed already, four times.

And I saw them.

I saw how they killed.

So, you intend to go above

night after night,
hoping to find them?

What else can I do?

I cannot go forth
into their courts

and tell them what I witnessed.

I must do something.

Vincent, what you witnessed
last night was unspeakable.

And of course
you are outraged, sickened...

...but what you feel is
the price,

the price of admission

when you venture
into that world,

the world we came down here
to escape.

Father, we cannot
escape that.

The world above is as
much a part of who we are

as our lives below.

It touches us.

Those who seek refuge from it
bring the memories with them.

The children who grow
and leave us, go into that world

to find their futures.

We are not separate.

When evil touches that world,
it touches us as well,

and if it is
allowed to flourish,

then it touches us all the more.

Vincent, we have little choice
in that matter.

Their system of justice is
their own.

It belongs to them,
not to us.

What I have seen lives in me.

The horror of it belongs
to me now.

And there is something else
in the world above

that I cannot escape.

In that world lives
someone I love.

God, I love riding
with the top down!

This is great.

I bet you do, honey.

Yeah, you like riding
with the top down, huh?

Thanks.

'Cause I know
something much better.

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo! Whoo!

Well... now what?

This looks like a good
place to party to me.

What do you think?
Yeah.

Let's, uh...

Let's, uh, stretch our
legs out a little bit, huh?

Yeah, let's stretch
our legs out.

It's kind of cold
in here.

Well, why don't you
just let me warm you up?

Excuse me.

I was told I could find a man

named Vernon here.

Back there.

Thank you.

That way, miss.

You Vernon?

My name is
Catherine Chandler.

Maurice told me I
could find you here.

Maurice.

Huh.

Man says he was my friend.

I hope he made you pay.

I need to ask you
some questions.

Well, I didn't think
you were here about a job.

I'm here about Tracy.

Who are you?

I work with
the District Attorney's Office.

I got to go.
Look...

we know there
were two of them.

They picked her up
in a red convertible,

and you saw
them, didn't you?

The men that
murdered her.

Look, all we need
is the license number,

the make of the car,

anything
that'll help us find them.

Then you need an eyewitness.

Then you need
a little signed paper.

I've been there already, lady.

I'm not interested.

She was yours,
Vernon.

You lost a valuable girl.

It wasn't a loss.

New talent rolls in every hour
on the hour.

You know what they'll be saying
around town?

Vernon can't take care
of his girls.

I find those boys, I'll take
care of it, believe me.

Oh, that's a sad lie.

Don't hand
me that.

You'll never see them again.

They laughed at you and
you're just hiding your face.

I don't want to sit
in no courtroom.

You understand?

We'll do everything we can
to avoid it.

It was a BMW.

Red, black top,

little black stripe on the side.

Fine car.

Very fine car.

They were the last two people

to pick up Tracy Toffs
the night that she was killed.

That we know of.

Fine. Forensics says tire tracks
in the park were made

by the same radials
standard to their car.

Tenuous, Radcliffe.

So we get soil samples
from the treads.

I mean, we have at least
enough for a search warrant.

And we're wasting time.

That girl in the parking
garage was number five.

I don't see
your hesitation.

My hesitation is they're two
rich kids from Park Avenue.

Now, we start dragging them
through the mud

of a murder case,
we'd better be damn sure.

Cameron, we're opening the
summer house early this year.

We thought you should use
it before the season starts.

Why don't you let me organize
a weekend for your friends?

That'd be great, Mrs. Benson.

Will you be racing
the Echels this year?

I had the yard sand the hull
last summer

and you never set foot
in the boat.

I was, um, planning on spending
this summer in the city.

Oh, dear, why?

It's not healthy
to stay cooped up all year long.

We like it.

An hour a day is all I have
to listen to from her

and it's almost more
than I can take.

Thank God mine's dead.

I'm beginning
to feel happy again.

Just say the word.

Uh... yeah?

You boys better come
downstairs.

I don't care if he's
in the middle of dinner.

I need to speak to him now.

This is
my son Cameron

and this is
Dale Mercer.

Hi.

Is there something
we can do for you?

You bet there is.

Ah, I see you found
my knife.

Does that mean
I'm going to be blamed

because I like to collect?

What kind of a collection
only has one piece in it?

A new one.

Mouse, you all right?

Message from up top.

Had to catch you.

It was right here.

From Catherine.

Very important.

Perhaps it fell
out of your pocket

while you were running here.

Maybe on the chute.

Short message,
hard to hold on to.

How short was it, Mouse?

Three words.

"They've been caught."

That's good news; thank you.

Okay, good.

Okay, fine.

Uh, Mouse...

How is it

you happen to know
what Catherine's message said?

Good to read.

Father said so.

So, the tracks
near the murder site

were made by the same brand
of tire on Mr. Benson's car?

Yes.

No more questions.

Mr. Hallowell,

were you able to tie
these tracks specifically

to the tires
on my clients' car?

No.

I have a statistic here

from the company
that makes these tires.

They estimate
in the New York area

as many as 85,000 vehicles
wear these same type of tires.

Would you say it's possible,
Mr. Hallowell, that

any one of these 85,000 cars
could have left those tracks?

It's possible.

Yes.

Thank you.

The state calls
Mr. Vernon Tulane.

Mr. Tulane, you have
sworn in an affidavit

that on the night
Tracy Toffs was killed,

you saw her get
into a car with two men

just one hour before police
estimate the murder took place.

Is this true?

Yes.

Are those men
in this hearing room today?

Yes.

Could you point them out
to us?

Those two
right there.

Are you absolutely positive
about this?

What?

Are you positive about this?

I remember their faces...

I remember their car,
I remember everything.

What was
your relationship

with Tracy Toffs, Mr. Tulane?

Objection.
Irrelevant.

Your Honor, I think you'll
see the point of inquiry

once you've heard the answer.

Please answer the question.

I took care of her.

Let's not waste
the court's time,

shall we, Mr. Tulane?

In fact,

you were Miss Toffs'
pimp, were you not?

Don't answer that question.

Your Honor, Mr. Brancton
is trying to get my witness

to incriminate himself.

Never mind.

Let me put it another way.

Have you ever been convicted
of a felony, Mr. Tulane?

Objection. Irrelevant!

Speaks to credibility,
Your Honor.

Mr. Tulane's past is not
exactly without blemish.

Overruled. Witness may answer.

Thank you, Your Honor.
I repeat...

Have you ever been
convicted of a felony?

I have done some time.

Maybe a mistake
or two, uh...

- A time or two.
- A time or two.

Let's look at these mistakes.

Eh... "Solicitation,
assault and battery,

"resisting arrest,
solicitation,

"contributing to the
delinquency of a minor,

solicitation..."

That one keeps cropping up,
doesn't it?

"Assault with
a deadly weapon

"and possession
of narcotics.

"Pandering,
grand theft auto,

fraud, solicitation..."

I could keep
going, Your Honor.

Your Honor...

I don't know why
a reputable D.A.

like Ms. Chandler
would want to accuse

such two unlikely
suspects as my clients,

but here we are,

so let's see this
farce through.

We've been served a very
short menu of highly

inconclusive
circumstantial evidence,

topped off with a
lone eyewitness

that no jury's ever
going to believe.

When I look at the case
that's been presented,

I frankly don't know
why I'm not on trial.

I own a razor blade.

I drive a BMW.

And I'm sure Mr. Tulane
would be pleased to say

he's seen me
on 42nd Street as well.

Your Honor, in the interest
of brevity,

it's now 3:00, we could
all be home in an hour.

I have nothing
further.

How'd it go?

I hope you're satisfied,
Ms. Chandler.

You ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

My attorneys
have advised me

not to take legal
action against you,

but I warn you,

if this obscene charade
goes one step further,

you're going to be
out of a job.

I'll take it straight to
the mayor, if I have to.

All right, Dad, Dad.

Take it easy, all right?

Lady was just trying
to do her job.

Anybody can make a mistake.

I didn't make a mistake.

Give it up, Cathy.

You got your tush handed to you
at that hearing,

but things could've
been a lost worse.

I let two murderers get
away, how can that be worse?

Those people could've sued
you right out of a job.

You're just lucky
they hate publicity

even more than they hate you.

I'm not afraid of them.

Well, maybe you should be.

They're guilty!

You know, you keep saying that.

You know something I don't know?

I had a tip, Joe.

I had a witness.

Well, why the hell didn't
you say something earlier?

Because he can't testify.

What are you talking about?
Why not?

I just heard that
you had requested

continued surveillance
on the Benson kid.

Is that true?

Yes.

Are you out of your mind?

I just spent all day
getting chewed out

for putting these kids
in front of a judge.

And now this? Why?

Sir, she has a witness.

Well, then why
didn't he testify?

He can't.

What do you mean, "He can't"?
Who is he?

It doesn't matter who he is.

This is a murder case.

I lost him, okay?

Then drop it.

When you find
your witness, call me.

Until then, drop it.

What's going on here, Cathy?

He can't testify.

They made a game of
killing those girls.

And they acted like
they owned all of us

just... flaunting

their privileges.

I'm glad you didn't see it.

It was disgusting.
I did see it.

In the park that night.

They knew that they were
protected by their families.

That they could do anything.
Even kill.

And laugh about it.

You're tired; you should
try to get some rest.

I can't just forget it.

It happens, you know?

You see enough
outrages like today,

enough dead kids
with no names and...

you start to forget them.

I can't let that happen.

Never will.

I'm not so sure.

Compassion is something
that cannot be forgotten.

It's got a life of its own.

But it can die, Vincent.

Once you have it,
it lives in you.

But to live by it
requires all your strength.

And someone to remind you.

I am tired.

She opened a ballet
company in Chicago.

You're kidding!
That's great!

Yeah.
She'd been
talking about that.

You should call her.
I will.

Hello, Cathy.

I hope I can call you
by your first name.

I feel like I know you.

What are you doing here?

These are our friends.

Karen Alexander, right?

Right. Hi.
Dale Mercer.

We met at some stupid
cotillion a hundred years ago.

- That's right.
- Oh, this is

my friend,
Cameron Benson.
Hi.

Nice to meet you.
You, too.

How do you know Cathy?

Excuse me.

Cathy, you ran away
in such a hurry.

What are you trying to do?

Just trying to be friendly.

I don't see why we shouldn't.

We have so much in common.

We have nothing in common.

And you are pushing your luck.

Cathy, that last comment
sounded like a threat.

Was that a threat, Cathy?

Yes, it was a threat.

I am not finished with you two.
You are going to jail.

What are you
talking about?

You know, I know everything that
happened in the park that night.

I know you asked Tracy
if she liked a thrill.

You asked her, "What's
the biggest thrill there is?"

And then you snuck up behind
her, and cut her throat.

Anything else you want to know?

You want me to tell you
what you were wearing?

Listen... we didn't
kill anybody.

And if you keep going
around telling people we did...

Don't you threaten me!

Don't ever threaten me!

I need a drink. Come on.

How does she know
what happened?

It's like she was there.

She's playing a game.
If she really had anything,

she would've used
it in courtroom.

I don't think so.

She's trying to scare us so
we do something stupid.

Maybe we'll give
her what she wants.

I'm telling you, man,
she knows something.

Then let's do her.
Right now.

Are you crazy?

Come on, Cam,
don't lose it on me.

I'm not the one
who's losing it.

Okay, fine, you want
to do someone, but not her.

People saw us with her.

Who then?
Anybody.

I don't give a damn!

Thanks, Dale.

You're a good friend.

All right.
Come on.

Let's take a little walk.
Let's go.

Here?
Yeah.

Here. This is
a great place here.

Isn't it, Dale?

Delightful.

I don't know.

Get out of the damn
car, will you?!

Hey, what's wrong with you?
Yeah, all right?

Be nice!

Come on, Cam, just do her,

and let's get out of here.

Don't, uh... don't worry
about my friend, he's just

not in a very good
mood-- let's go.

Tonight, we'll, uh...

we'll walk over
here, all right...

have a little party.

Okay?
All right.

Yeah...

I can feel it.

What?

It.

Can't you guess?

Huh?

I can feel your heartbeat.

I want to feel the blood

running through you, baby.

Let her go.

Who's there?

What do you want?
All right,
no, hey, hey.

Take it easy, okay?

All right, look,

if you're looking
for a handout,

you've got the wrong
guys, all right.

So, take a walk.
Get out of here.

Let her go.

I said get out of here!

Hey!

What do you want?

I know who you are.

I know what
you've done.

I know where
you live.

And I warn you, this will stop.

Let's go, Cam!

Hey!

What do you think you're doing?

Just, uh, nosing
around your life, Chandler.

Which is basically what
you're doing to us.

No?
Get away
from my desk!

You get away from
my life, lady!
Hey!

What's the problem here,
people?

Are you her boss?

I'm her friend.

Now, you want to back off
and tell us

about this nicely?
Yeah, the problem is

the lady won't
leave us alone.

I don't know
what they're talking about.

She followed us to a party.

Said she was going to have us
thrown in jail.

They followed me.

Yeah, and then she
hires some thug

who threatens to kill us.

What?!

You cancelled the surveillance,
didn't you?

- Yes!
- He wasn't a cop.

Cops don't threaten you
like this.

This was someone
she hired herself.

Well,
what did he look like?

I don't know,
he was wearing a hood,

I couldn't see his face.

You know anything about this?

No.

I'm not really one

to, um, to make threats, okay?

But, um, you see, it was really
all I could do

to prevent my father
from having both

of you fired.

So, if the lady doesn't stop
doing what she's doing,

I won't stop my father.

Okay?

You can't do this!

They must be stopped.

Not this way!
Then how?

How?

Last night, I stopped them
from killing again.

They will be caught.

Vincent, trust me,
they will be caught.

Before they kill again?

They were caught.

And they were set free.

You can't
endanger yourself

because of it.

It's wrong!

With my own eyes,

I saw them kill
a defenseless woman.

How can I pretend,

merely because I cannot walk
into your court,

that what I saw did not happen?

I know it seems unjust;
it is unjust;

but you have
to let me,

you have to let my
world deal with it.

They've come into my world.

They've come into
the back streets

and the alleys looking
to play in the darkness.

I know the darkness;
I am its friend,

and I know it is nothing
to be played with.

When they come to my world,
Catherine--

I will be there,
waiting for them.

When they come looking
for the darkness...

they will find me.

How you doing?

Hey.

You having a good
night so far?

Yeah.
Yeah,
how about you?

Mm-hmm.
Oh, uh,
pretty good.

Want to take a little
walk with us?

Maybe.

Damn it!

She didn't call him off!

That is it.

She wants to play,
she's got it!

It's crazy, man,
but maybe you're right.

Let's go.

Hello.

Hello?

Cathy Chandler?

Yes.

Who's this?

I'm a friend of Tracy Toff's.

Look, I know something,
about that night.

We should talk.

Where are you?

I'm at 33rd and Ninth.

We should meet.

Okay, name the place.

There's this movie house...

I could be there
in a half an hour.

So, who's Tracy Toff?

You never heard
of her.

Or us.

There she is!

In here.

All right, looks like
we're just in time

for the coming
attractions.

Quit screwing around,
all right?

Let's just do her and
get out of here.

What? And miss
the feature?

Oh, I see she stopped
for popcorn.

I got her, Cam.

Hi.

Going somewhere?

Huh?

What's the matter?

Don't you like
scary movies, huh?

Go on, do her!

No.

Let's bring her to the stage.

Are you nuts?

I'm bleeding here,
come on.

Let's get this
over with.
I want her...

Vincent!

We got to get
out of here.

Vincent.

Vincent.

Are you all right?

Nothing...

Nothing but madness.

Nothing but blood.

When will it stop?