Beauty and the Beast (1987–1990): Season 2, Episode 21 - Ceremony of Innocence - 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.
Miss Chandler, what about
the Sentinel story?
What does your father think?
We'll pay $10,000 cash
for your exclusive story!
Miss chandler!
Miss Chandler!
Just how far were you going
to take these lies, Chandler?
Joe, you have to help me.
It's a little late for that,
don't you think?
I trusted you.
Look at these pictures.
Look at them!
Didn't this ever
make you sick?
These are human beings,
damn it!
Which is more than I can say
for your boyfriend!
No, Joe, you don't understand.
Vincent isn't like what you...
Vincent is a monster!
No.
He is an animal!
And what does that make you,
huh?
What doe that make you?!
What does
that make you?!
Vincent... you weren't
in your chamber.
I was worried.
Have you been
here all night?
Catherine dreamt...
a nightmare.
Dawn.
No.
Only its reflection.
Vincent, it's been four days.
Long enough to hope.
Perhaps this reporter
has reached into his heart
and realized the harm
his story would do.
Reconsider.
But as long
as I go above--
as long as Catherine
is in my life--
there will always be
another man waiting
with a camera,
a notepad or a gun.
One day, one of them
will not reconsider.
It's been a wonderful
dream, Vincent,
but this is your home.
No, Father.
This is my tomb.
Rita said you wanted to see me.
Yeah. You seen
this morning's Sentinel?
No.
What does it say?
You'd better sit down.
Just let me see it!
What's going on, Radcliffe?
I don't know.
How come I don't
believe you?
I can't help what you believe.
Hey, time out.
I'm on your
side, remember?
I don't know what's
going on here,
but if you need a lawyer
or a friend, I'm here.
And I got
to tell you,
if you've got any idea
why Spirko was knifed,
I think you should
tell the police.
Knifed?
Well, yeah, the autopsy said...
Cathy, I don't think you need
to see this.
Go on, Joe.
The coroner said
he was, um, killed
with a double-edged blade.
Razor-sharp, like
some kind of a
surgical tool.
Entry wound was
in the lower abdomen,
but he was cut...
Are you sure you're okay?
Yeah.
I hired you to get some answers
out of Bernie Spirko for me.
Now would you mind
telling me why I had
to buy a newspaper to find out
he'd been fished out
of the East River?
Floaters are tough
to find, Mr. Burch.
Even tougher to question.
What about the story
he was working on?
Somebody was feeding
Spirko information
on Catherine Chandler,
and I want to know who.
Problem is, Mr. Burch--
Spirko told his editor
that you were his source.
That's absurd.
Well, I figured that much out
myself.
Listen,
I want you to find out
everything Spirko did last week.
I want you to find out
where he went
and who he talked to,
who he telephoned.
I want you to find out
what he had for dinner,
how much he paid for it
and whether he liked it or not.
I'm going
to need a lot more men.
Put your whole agency on it,
you just do it.
Done.
He feels trapped.
His home has now
become a prison,
cutting him off
from the world above.
He needs the night sky,
the stars.
Not stars.
Needs Catherine.
Oh.
If only I could
make it so.
Everything I...
Everything I do,
everything I...
say seems so small.
Still, we must help,
however we can.
Okay, good.
Okay, fine.
Bring down the sky.
Something better
than the mirror pool.
Sun and stars and stuff,
all moving, alive.
Father, one of the helpers
sent this down.
Oh, thank you.
Where are
you going?
Making plans.
What kind of plans?
Secret plans.
Father, are you all right?
What is it?
Just a bit of news.
Nothing to concern you.
Thank you, Jamie.
John?
I'm here, Jacob.
I've been waiting for you.
I trust you enjoyed
the photographs.
I burned them.
Pity.
I thought they showed the boy
in a... an interesting light.
But your appetite
for truth
was always rather limited
as I recall.
There was nothing of truth
in those photographs.
The camera
does not lie, Jacob.
But we're not all strong enough
to look upon the face
of the Medusa, are we?
You wanted me?
Well, I'm here.
What is this all about?
What it's always been about--
you, me, the child.
I will not allow you to publish
those photographs.
Oh.
And how do you propose
to stop me, old friend?
So this is what it's come
to in the end, huh?
All your fine talk of love
and turning the other cheek.
Kill me, then.
You'll find me quite unarmed.
Does the light offend your eyes?
Forgive me.
You've spent too long
in the dark, Jacob.
Perhaps we all have.
What is it you want
of me, John?
It's a small thing really.
For God's sake... tell me.
It's time for the boy
to claim his birthright.
Father?
Something's wrong?
Yes, I'm afraid so.
On the way down,
I thought it might be better
to drop it into the abyss,
as if it had never been.
Why would you even
consider such a thing?
To protect you.
Vincent, no one
ever wanted to lie to you.
It's just that there were
some things
I thought you had
no need to hear.
Who was she, Father?
Her name was Anna.
She was one of us.
A good woman.
She liked to go above.
She loved to walk the streets,
meet the people.
One night...
it was the coldest night
of the year...
Anna was the one who found me.
Uh, no.
That was a story.
You were never found.
Anna was your mother.
My...
What happened to her?
She died.
It was, um,
an accident...
so long ago.
We buried her
down in the catacombs.
Vincent...
Vincent, please,
let it go.
No.
How could you even ask that?
We got lucky.
Seems that Spirko
didn't believe
that no-parking signs
applied to him.
In the last month,
he was cited four times
in the same
two-block area.
I put 20 legmen
out on the street,
flashing his picture.
He made regular visits
to a penthouse on Sutton.
Whose penthouse?
Good question.
The place was leased
a month ago.
No name on file for the tenant.
Isn't that a little irregular?
Yeah... but when you pay
a year's rent in advance
at double the normal rate
in gold...
you're allowed
to be a little irregular.
He paid in gold?
Mm-hmm.
I want full surveillance
on the building,
I want a 24-hour stakeout.
I want cameras,
audio, phone taps,
the works.
You got it.
You think I should call in
the police on this?
No.
No.
We keep it under wraps for now.
Okay.
I fear this assault
on Catherine and Vincent
may be just
the beginning.
But how or where
the next attack may come...
Only one man.
Mouse isn't scared.
Maybe Mouse should be.
Paracelsus has always had
his followers down below us.
Yes, now he has dangerous allies
in the world above.
We'll have to change
all the entrances
to the tunnels.
John Pater discovered half
of these tunnels.
A few false walls
won't fool him.
Mouse can build new traps!
Ropes, chutes.
One wrong move...
up he goes!
He'd just cut
through your ropes.
How about deadfalls, pits?
Someone might get hurt.
We're talking
about Paracelsus here.
He murdered Lou.
Killed Winslow, too.
I still have the scar
from where he cut me.
And you're worried
he might get hurt?
I say we should arm
the sentries.
I don't know, William.
William.
What kind of weapons
do you suggest?
Vincent?
Catherine, I must go.
To her tomb?
Maybe you should give yourself
some more time.
Too much time has passed
already.
Then I'll go with you.
No.
Why?
Don't you see
what you're doing, Vincent?
You're throwing up walls.
You're... isolating yourself
from the people who love you.
This is something
I must face alone.
Let her sleep,
Vincent.
It is not good to wake the dead.
Narcissa.
So far from home, Vincent.
There is nothing for you
down here.
What is it you seek?
Anna.
You know these catacombs.
Show me the way,
Narcissa.
Her bones have no answers.
Go back,
Vincent.
It's too late for that now.
There is nothing here
but cold stone.
Death.
Her spirit is gone,
child.
Once you told me
you could summon spirits.
Some...
who walk in death
are fearful, cold,
bitter as the wind
that roars up
from the abyss... evil.
But Anna was a good woman.
In life...
but death can twist a heart...
poison it...
and Anna's death was terrible.
How did she die, Narcissa?
Ask the father.
John Pater.
Paracelsus.
Paracelsus.
And then he was
brought to me
and he was wrapped in rags.
Or you can attempt
to accept Father's story.
Or you can attempt to accept
Father's story.
Don't you see,
Vincent?
He wouldn't let me
take you.
When I was exiled,
he made me leave you behind.
Nobody wanted him.
You were mine.
Nobody wanted him.
You were mine.
Or you can attempt
to accept Father's story.
Or you can attempt
to accept Father's story.
Vincent, no one ever wanted
to lie to you.
Do you really
believe that?
Do you really believe that?
Yes?
Send her right in.
If you came here
to make more accusations,
you can turn right around, go
out the door you just came in.
I came to apologize, Elliott.
I was very wrong about you,
and I'm sorry.
Well...
Apology accepted.
I've given you
enough reason
to doubt me in the past,
aside from which even Spirko
thought he was dealing with me.
How do you know that?
I had to try
to clear my good name.
Such as it is.
I had a private detective try
to find Spirko's source.
You should be careful.
I know the man you're
looking for.
He's very dangerous.
Why didn't you call the police?
More secrets.
If you find him...
You'll be the first to know.
Father.
Catherine...
Vincent's not back yet,
I'm afraid.
I need to talk
to both of you.
Elliott Burch's got some
men looking for...
Catherine, leave us.
Vincent...
Anna...
was John Pater's
wife.
I'll wait in your chamber.
Is it true then?
Was Paracelsus...
my father?
Father what have you done?
It was done out of love.
The greatest crimes are always
committed in the name of love.
At the time it seemed
so obvious.
But now...
dear God, sometimes
I feel so lost...
Tell me.
The beginning...
was John.
He and Anna had tried
for so long to have a child,
but it was impossible.
The fault was in John.
He was unable
to father a child.
Yet Anna became pregnant.
To Anna, it was a miracle.
But John just... smiled...
...as if he knew what was...
Go on.
Vincent, please...
Go on!
Why didn't you tell
any of the others?
I didn't think
there was any need.
I thought it best
not to frighten them.
I was an infant.
What could they
have feared?
The unknown.
Vincent, men are afraid
of what they don't understand.
And they hate that
which is different.
Someone must
have known.
Anna was pregnant.
No.
No one knew.
You see, Anna was...
Vincent, Anna was only
in her third month
when she went
into labor.
Her third month?
As soon as it began,
I knew something was wrong...
but I could never have
imagined...
Paracelsus.
John was a genius
in his own way,
but unorthodox.
Even so, no one
would of dreamed
that he would perform
medical experiments
on his own wife.
Did... Anna know
what he was doing?
Right at the end...
when she was too weak
to scream anymore.
She looked up at John,
and I saw the knowledge
in her eyes.
So...
Anna died in childbirth
like Devin's mother.
No.
No, not, uh,
not like Devin's mother.
Well, then how?
How?
Vincent, you were...
you were not born...
like other children.
You ripped your way out
of your mother's body.
Vincent?
What is it?
Catherine, you must leave me.
No.
Yes.
What did Father tell you?
Go back
to your world.
Go back to the life
you once lived.
Put all your memory of me
behind you.
Tell me what he said.
I love you, Vincent.
Whatever it is, we
can face it together.
What you love is
only part of me.
No, Vincent, I
love all of you.
How can you know that?
There are darknesses
inside of me
that you cannot
even imagine.
Whatever Father said,
it doesn't matter.
You haven't changed.
You're still kind and
gentle and strong.
Stop!
You and Father.
You wouldn't admit the truth
even if it stood
right in front of you.
Look at me, Catherine.
Look at me.
What do you see?
I see the man that I love.
There are no mirrors
in this chamber,
but there are mirrors
in the soul,
and I cannot live
with what I see there.
Don't... touch me.
It is not safe to
love me, Catherine.
I killed Anna.
These hands...
ripped apart my
mother's flesh,
tore me from
her womb.
I was born in blood.
No.
I don't believe it.
Believe whatever you
like, only leave me.
Don't look back.
Patience isn't
one of my virtues, Manning.
How long is it going to take us
to get some answers on this?
Mr. Burch...
Cathy, what are
you doing here?
Is this your
detective?
Yeah.
The Spirko source--
how much have you found out?
Well, we traced him
to a penthouse on Sutton,
but the man seems
to have vanished.
He's good at that.
I need to get
inside that penthouse.
Uh, that shouldn't be
too difficult to arrange,
should it, Mr. Manning?
Mr. Burch, you're talking
about breaking and entering.
I could lose my license.
Cleon...
I will buy you a brand-new one.
Let's go, Elliott.
Nobody home, Mr. Manning.
All right, toss this room.
I want to know who lives here
and where they've gone.
Bloodstains.
This makes it
a police matter.
You want
to do the honors
or should I phone in
an anonymous tip?
Manning.
I think we got something here.
Who the hell are you?
Please help me.
Father.
Catherine.
Is this the man?
No.
Help me get him out of here.
Vincent-- warn him.
Paracelsus is below.
Jacob.
Anna lost her baby
in the third month
and something seemed
to happen to John.
Shortly afterwards,
she found a child
in the snows outside
St. Vincent's Hospital,
and things seemed
to get very confused
in John's mind.
Are you all right?
Thank you.
How did it become confused?
He began to see Vincent
as the son he'd lost?
Yes.
Anna loved Vincent,
but she could see
that John's obsession
with the child
was becoming unhealthy.
It broke her heart,
but she thought it best
if the child stayed with me.
Didn't she know
how Paracelsus would react?
Well, in spite of everything,
she still loved John
and she thought in time
the grief would pass,
that he'd forgive her.
Instead, he gave her
poison in a glass of wine.
Afterwards, he told me
it was the hardest thing
he'd ever done, that
he'd done it for Vincent.
Why did you let me live?
You don't know
what you're saying.
Vincent, I remember the first
moment I held you in my arms.
You were so tiny,
drenched in blood.
But I could feel
the life in you.
Death has its own power.
Perhaps that is what you felt.
You opened your eyes...
and you looked at me.
You knew me.
And I knew
that something new
had come into the world,
that you were destined
for unimaginable things.
And it was up to you
to see that nothing stood
in the way of that destiny.
Yes.
Oh, yes.
No matter who you hurt,
no matter how many lives
were warped and destroyed
by your lies.
But they didn't matter.
Can't you
understand that?
I mean, they were ordinary,
unimportant.
But you...
No. No, you have to listen.
You have to
understand.
Do you think it's
been easy for me?
You don't know the
price I paid for you.
For years afterwards,
I could see her face,
hear her screaming.
Sometimes, as I pass through
the Chamber of the Winds,
I hear it still.
The screaming and
the sound you made
as you tore your
way into the world.
Stop it, stop it.
No, you must
hear this.
No more.
Why do you resist
your own nature?
No!
Where are you
going, Vincent?
You can't run away;
you know that.
Oh, yes.
They've tried to smother
it with their piety,
chain it with their
little moralities,
but you can still hear
the singing in your blood,
can't you?
Huh? Can't you?
Don't fight it,
Vincent.
It's you.
It's who you are.
It's what you've always been
since the moment
you were born.
Good and evil--
these are human concepts.
Let go of them, Vincent.
Let the power fill you,
make you its own.
All your victims know the truth.
Couldn't you see
that in their faces?
Couldn't you remember their eyes
as they beheld you
for the last time?
The smell
of their blood in your hands.
Oh, Vincent,
imagine the taste of it.
Like copper and fire
on your tongue.
It's all right.
Don't be afraid.
At last...
you are my son.
Will he be all right?
I don't know.
I hope, in time.
Catherine, I'll sit with him
if you have to, uh...
No.
I'll stay as long
as he needs me.
Vincent.
It's finished.
You did what had
to be done and...
we're free.
The nightmare is over.
No.
It's not over.
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.
Miss Chandler, what about
the Sentinel story?
What does your father think?
We'll pay $10,000 cash
for your exclusive story!
Miss chandler!
Miss Chandler!
Just how far were you going
to take these lies, Chandler?
Joe, you have to help me.
It's a little late for that,
don't you think?
I trusted you.
Look at these pictures.
Look at them!
Didn't this ever
make you sick?
These are human beings,
damn it!
Which is more than I can say
for your boyfriend!
No, Joe, you don't understand.
Vincent isn't like what you...
Vincent is a monster!
No.
He is an animal!
And what does that make you,
huh?
What doe that make you?!
What does
that make you?!
Vincent... you weren't
in your chamber.
I was worried.
Have you been
here all night?
Catherine dreamt...
a nightmare.
Dawn.
No.
Only its reflection.
Vincent, it's been four days.
Long enough to hope.
Perhaps this reporter
has reached into his heart
and realized the harm
his story would do.
Reconsider.
But as long
as I go above--
as long as Catherine
is in my life--
there will always be
another man waiting
with a camera,
a notepad or a gun.
One day, one of them
will not reconsider.
It's been a wonderful
dream, Vincent,
but this is your home.
No, Father.
This is my tomb.
Rita said you wanted to see me.
Yeah. You seen
this morning's Sentinel?
No.
What does it say?
You'd better sit down.
Just let me see it!
What's going on, Radcliffe?
I don't know.
How come I don't
believe you?
I can't help what you believe.
Hey, time out.
I'm on your
side, remember?
I don't know what's
going on here,
but if you need a lawyer
or a friend, I'm here.
And I got
to tell you,
if you've got any idea
why Spirko was knifed,
I think you should
tell the police.
Knifed?
Well, yeah, the autopsy said...
Cathy, I don't think you need
to see this.
Go on, Joe.
The coroner said
he was, um, killed
with a double-edged blade.
Razor-sharp, like
some kind of a
surgical tool.
Entry wound was
in the lower abdomen,
but he was cut...
Are you sure you're okay?
Yeah.
I hired you to get some answers
out of Bernie Spirko for me.
Now would you mind
telling me why I had
to buy a newspaper to find out
he'd been fished out
of the East River?
Floaters are tough
to find, Mr. Burch.
Even tougher to question.
What about the story
he was working on?
Somebody was feeding
Spirko information
on Catherine Chandler,
and I want to know who.
Problem is, Mr. Burch--
Spirko told his editor
that you were his source.
That's absurd.
Well, I figured that much out
myself.
Listen,
I want you to find out
everything Spirko did last week.
I want you to find out
where he went
and who he talked to,
who he telephoned.
I want you to find out
what he had for dinner,
how much he paid for it
and whether he liked it or not.
I'm going
to need a lot more men.
Put your whole agency on it,
you just do it.
Done.
He feels trapped.
His home has now
become a prison,
cutting him off
from the world above.
He needs the night sky,
the stars.
Not stars.
Needs Catherine.
Oh.
If only I could
make it so.
Everything I...
Everything I do,
everything I...
say seems so small.
Still, we must help,
however we can.
Okay, good.
Okay, fine.
Bring down the sky.
Something better
than the mirror pool.
Sun and stars and stuff,
all moving, alive.
Father, one of the helpers
sent this down.
Oh, thank you.
Where are
you going?
Making plans.
What kind of plans?
Secret plans.
Father, are you all right?
What is it?
Just a bit of news.
Nothing to concern you.
Thank you, Jamie.
John?
I'm here, Jacob.
I've been waiting for you.
I trust you enjoyed
the photographs.
I burned them.
Pity.
I thought they showed the boy
in a... an interesting light.
But your appetite
for truth
was always rather limited
as I recall.
There was nothing of truth
in those photographs.
The camera
does not lie, Jacob.
But we're not all strong enough
to look upon the face
of the Medusa, are we?
You wanted me?
Well, I'm here.
What is this all about?
What it's always been about--
you, me, the child.
I will not allow you to publish
those photographs.
Oh.
And how do you propose
to stop me, old friend?
So this is what it's come
to in the end, huh?
All your fine talk of love
and turning the other cheek.
Kill me, then.
You'll find me quite unarmed.
Does the light offend your eyes?
Forgive me.
You've spent too long
in the dark, Jacob.
Perhaps we all have.
What is it you want
of me, John?
It's a small thing really.
For God's sake... tell me.
It's time for the boy
to claim his birthright.
Father?
Something's wrong?
Yes, I'm afraid so.
On the way down,
I thought it might be better
to drop it into the abyss,
as if it had never been.
Why would you even
consider such a thing?
To protect you.
Vincent, no one
ever wanted to lie to you.
It's just that there were
some things
I thought you had
no need to hear.
Who was she, Father?
Her name was Anna.
She was one of us.
A good woman.
She liked to go above.
She loved to walk the streets,
meet the people.
One night...
it was the coldest night
of the year...
Anna was the one who found me.
Uh, no.
That was a story.
You were never found.
Anna was your mother.
My...
What happened to her?
She died.
It was, um,
an accident...
so long ago.
We buried her
down in the catacombs.
Vincent...
Vincent, please,
let it go.
No.
How could you even ask that?
We got lucky.
Seems that Spirko
didn't believe
that no-parking signs
applied to him.
In the last month,
he was cited four times
in the same
two-block area.
I put 20 legmen
out on the street,
flashing his picture.
He made regular visits
to a penthouse on Sutton.
Whose penthouse?
Good question.
The place was leased
a month ago.
No name on file for the tenant.
Isn't that a little irregular?
Yeah... but when you pay
a year's rent in advance
at double the normal rate
in gold...
you're allowed
to be a little irregular.
He paid in gold?
Mm-hmm.
I want full surveillance
on the building,
I want a 24-hour stakeout.
I want cameras,
audio, phone taps,
the works.
You got it.
You think I should call in
the police on this?
No.
No.
We keep it under wraps for now.
Okay.
I fear this assault
on Catherine and Vincent
may be just
the beginning.
But how or where
the next attack may come...
Only one man.
Mouse isn't scared.
Maybe Mouse should be.
Paracelsus has always had
his followers down below us.
Yes, now he has dangerous allies
in the world above.
We'll have to change
all the entrances
to the tunnels.
John Pater discovered half
of these tunnels.
A few false walls
won't fool him.
Mouse can build new traps!
Ropes, chutes.
One wrong move...
up he goes!
He'd just cut
through your ropes.
How about deadfalls, pits?
Someone might get hurt.
We're talking
about Paracelsus here.
He murdered Lou.
Killed Winslow, too.
I still have the scar
from where he cut me.
And you're worried
he might get hurt?
I say we should arm
the sentries.
I don't know, William.
William.
What kind of weapons
do you suggest?
Vincent?
Catherine, I must go.
To her tomb?
Maybe you should give yourself
some more time.
Too much time has passed
already.
Then I'll go with you.
No.
Why?
Don't you see
what you're doing, Vincent?
You're throwing up walls.
You're... isolating yourself
from the people who love you.
This is something
I must face alone.
Let her sleep,
Vincent.
It is not good to wake the dead.
Narcissa.
So far from home, Vincent.
There is nothing for you
down here.
What is it you seek?
Anna.
You know these catacombs.
Show me the way,
Narcissa.
Her bones have no answers.
Go back,
Vincent.
It's too late for that now.
There is nothing here
but cold stone.
Death.
Her spirit is gone,
child.
Once you told me
you could summon spirits.
Some...
who walk in death
are fearful, cold,
bitter as the wind
that roars up
from the abyss... evil.
But Anna was a good woman.
In life...
but death can twist a heart...
poison it...
and Anna's death was terrible.
How did she die, Narcissa?
Ask the father.
John Pater.
Paracelsus.
Paracelsus.
And then he was
brought to me
and he was wrapped in rags.
Or you can attempt
to accept Father's story.
Or you can attempt to accept
Father's story.
Don't you see,
Vincent?
He wouldn't let me
take you.
When I was exiled,
he made me leave you behind.
Nobody wanted him.
You were mine.
Nobody wanted him.
You were mine.
Or you can attempt
to accept Father's story.
Or you can attempt
to accept Father's story.
Vincent, no one ever wanted
to lie to you.
Do you really
believe that?
Do you really believe that?
Yes?
Send her right in.
If you came here
to make more accusations,
you can turn right around, go
out the door you just came in.
I came to apologize, Elliott.
I was very wrong about you,
and I'm sorry.
Well...
Apology accepted.
I've given you
enough reason
to doubt me in the past,
aside from which even Spirko
thought he was dealing with me.
How do you know that?
I had to try
to clear my good name.
Such as it is.
I had a private detective try
to find Spirko's source.
You should be careful.
I know the man you're
looking for.
He's very dangerous.
Why didn't you call the police?
More secrets.
If you find him...
You'll be the first to know.
Father.
Catherine...
Vincent's not back yet,
I'm afraid.
I need to talk
to both of you.
Elliott Burch's got some
men looking for...
Catherine, leave us.
Vincent...
Anna...
was John Pater's
wife.
I'll wait in your chamber.
Is it true then?
Was Paracelsus...
my father?
Father what have you done?
It was done out of love.
The greatest crimes are always
committed in the name of love.
At the time it seemed
so obvious.
But now...
dear God, sometimes
I feel so lost...
Tell me.
The beginning...
was John.
He and Anna had tried
for so long to have a child,
but it was impossible.
The fault was in John.
He was unable
to father a child.
Yet Anna became pregnant.
To Anna, it was a miracle.
But John just... smiled...
...as if he knew what was...
Go on.
Vincent, please...
Go on!
Why didn't you tell
any of the others?
I didn't think
there was any need.
I thought it best
not to frighten them.
I was an infant.
What could they
have feared?
The unknown.
Vincent, men are afraid
of what they don't understand.
And they hate that
which is different.
Someone must
have known.
Anna was pregnant.
No.
No one knew.
You see, Anna was...
Vincent, Anna was only
in her third month
when she went
into labor.
Her third month?
As soon as it began,
I knew something was wrong...
but I could never have
imagined...
Paracelsus.
John was a genius
in his own way,
but unorthodox.
Even so, no one
would of dreamed
that he would perform
medical experiments
on his own wife.
Did... Anna know
what he was doing?
Right at the end...
when she was too weak
to scream anymore.
She looked up at John,
and I saw the knowledge
in her eyes.
So...
Anna died in childbirth
like Devin's mother.
No.
No, not, uh,
not like Devin's mother.
Well, then how?
How?
Vincent, you were...
you were not born...
like other children.
You ripped your way out
of your mother's body.
Vincent?
What is it?
Catherine, you must leave me.
No.
Yes.
What did Father tell you?
Go back
to your world.
Go back to the life
you once lived.
Put all your memory of me
behind you.
Tell me what he said.
I love you, Vincent.
Whatever it is, we
can face it together.
What you love is
only part of me.
No, Vincent, I
love all of you.
How can you know that?
There are darknesses
inside of me
that you cannot
even imagine.
Whatever Father said,
it doesn't matter.
You haven't changed.
You're still kind and
gentle and strong.
Stop!
You and Father.
You wouldn't admit the truth
even if it stood
right in front of you.
Look at me, Catherine.
Look at me.
What do you see?
I see the man that I love.
There are no mirrors
in this chamber,
but there are mirrors
in the soul,
and I cannot live
with what I see there.
Don't... touch me.
It is not safe to
love me, Catherine.
I killed Anna.
These hands...
ripped apart my
mother's flesh,
tore me from
her womb.
I was born in blood.
No.
I don't believe it.
Believe whatever you
like, only leave me.
Don't look back.
Patience isn't
one of my virtues, Manning.
How long is it going to take us
to get some answers on this?
Mr. Burch...
Cathy, what are
you doing here?
Is this your
detective?
Yeah.
The Spirko source--
how much have you found out?
Well, we traced him
to a penthouse on Sutton,
but the man seems
to have vanished.
He's good at that.
I need to get
inside that penthouse.
Uh, that shouldn't be
too difficult to arrange,
should it, Mr. Manning?
Mr. Burch, you're talking
about breaking and entering.
I could lose my license.
Cleon...
I will buy you a brand-new one.
Let's go, Elliott.
Nobody home, Mr. Manning.
All right, toss this room.
I want to know who lives here
and where they've gone.
Bloodstains.
This makes it
a police matter.
You want
to do the honors
or should I phone in
an anonymous tip?
Manning.
I think we got something here.
Who the hell are you?
Please help me.
Father.
Catherine.
Is this the man?
No.
Help me get him out of here.
Vincent-- warn him.
Paracelsus is below.
Jacob.
Anna lost her baby
in the third month
and something seemed
to happen to John.
Shortly afterwards,
she found a child
in the snows outside
St. Vincent's Hospital,
and things seemed
to get very confused
in John's mind.
Are you all right?
Thank you.
How did it become confused?
He began to see Vincent
as the son he'd lost?
Yes.
Anna loved Vincent,
but she could see
that John's obsession
with the child
was becoming unhealthy.
It broke her heart,
but she thought it best
if the child stayed with me.
Didn't she know
how Paracelsus would react?
Well, in spite of everything,
she still loved John
and she thought in time
the grief would pass,
that he'd forgive her.
Instead, he gave her
poison in a glass of wine.
Afterwards, he told me
it was the hardest thing
he'd ever done, that
he'd done it for Vincent.
Why did you let me live?
You don't know
what you're saying.
Vincent, I remember the first
moment I held you in my arms.
You were so tiny,
drenched in blood.
But I could feel
the life in you.
Death has its own power.
Perhaps that is what you felt.
You opened your eyes...
and you looked at me.
You knew me.
And I knew
that something new
had come into the world,
that you were destined
for unimaginable things.
And it was up to you
to see that nothing stood
in the way of that destiny.
Yes.
Oh, yes.
No matter who you hurt,
no matter how many lives
were warped and destroyed
by your lies.
But they didn't matter.
Can't you
understand that?
I mean, they were ordinary,
unimportant.
But you...
No. No, you have to listen.
You have to
understand.
Do you think it's
been easy for me?
You don't know the
price I paid for you.
For years afterwards,
I could see her face,
hear her screaming.
Sometimes, as I pass through
the Chamber of the Winds,
I hear it still.
The screaming and
the sound you made
as you tore your
way into the world.
Stop it, stop it.
No, you must
hear this.
No more.
Why do you resist
your own nature?
No!
Where are you
going, Vincent?
You can't run away;
you know that.
Oh, yes.
They've tried to smother
it with their piety,
chain it with their
little moralities,
but you can still hear
the singing in your blood,
can't you?
Huh? Can't you?
Don't fight it,
Vincent.
It's you.
It's who you are.
It's what you've always been
since the moment
you were born.
Good and evil--
these are human concepts.
Let go of them, Vincent.
Let the power fill you,
make you its own.
All your victims know the truth.
Couldn't you see
that in their faces?
Couldn't you remember their eyes
as they beheld you
for the last time?
The smell
of their blood in your hands.
Oh, Vincent,
imagine the taste of it.
Like copper and fire
on your tongue.
It's all right.
Don't be afraid.
At last...
you are my son.
Will he be all right?
I don't know.
I hope, in time.
Catherine, I'll sit with him
if you have to, uh...
No.
I'll stay as long
as he needs me.
Vincent.
It's finished.
You did what had
to be done and...
we're free.
The nightmare is over.
No.
It's not over.