Beauty and the Beast (1987–1990): Season 3, Episode 10 - The Reckoning - full transcript

In this city of night,

in this city of millions,

there are countless stories.

This is one

of two lovers
who shared a bond

that changed their lives
forever.

It is my story.

How compassion opened my heart

to a world where goodness
and truth were stronger

than hate or fear.

Then... one day,



she was taken from me

by the forces of evil
she had battled

so bravely.

And now, alone with her memory,

yet armed with her courage,

I have sworn to fight
those who would kill

or harm or destroy

in the hope that one day

I will find
what all men seek to find--

my destiny.

Vincent?

I was hoping you'd come.

I wanted to see you.

Thank you for everything.



It's over now.

He's dead.

Gabriel's dead.

For so long,
he was a shadow between us.

When I was alone
in that room
with him,

everything seemed
so simple, so... mm...

Clear.

I knew exactly
what I was thinking.

But when I try remembering,
it's almost as if...

it never even happened.

Memory can be
a forgiving thing.

I don't want
to forget.

Sometimes it's best to forget.

I don't believe that.

Diana...

there's something
that I've kept from you;

a secret that I couldn't
share with you before

about where I live,
those I live among.

I know about Jacob.

Yes, but there
are many others.

Good people whose lives depend
upon the secret of how

and where we live.

I've, I've tried imagining,
but...

It is a more wonderful place
than you could imagine

because it is real.

Ours is a world woven
of the most delicate threads.

Our only protection
against those

who would threaten us is trust.

Tell me more about this world.

No.

Let me
show you.

Mate.

Hey, where did you learn that?

Where do you think?

I don't remember teaching
you that.

Apparently not.

How much do I owe you?

$10,500.

Uh, put it on

...the tab.
The tab.

Yeah, yeah I know.

You up for another game?

Tomorrow night.
I'll teach you a few new tricks.

Yeah.

Where are we?

Chamber of the winds.

It's amazing.

The source remains
a mystery,

but the water is pure.

Past that point,
there is an inlet

where we used to swim
as children.

We would shed all our clothes
and dive in,

but we couldn't stay in
for long.

Come.

Today is the naming

ceremony for my son.

It's the reason why
I wanted you to be here.

Together, we have weathered
a storm, a great storm,

which at times I feared
might never pass.

Finally, it did pass.

After much sorrow and loss,

the time of darkness has ended,
bringing us to this day,

allowing us a time of peace
and rejoicing.

Holding my son
in my arms,

I feel as though two lives
have been given to me.

There are no words to express
the depth of my gratitude

to each of you,

to all of you...

my family.

It has been said that the child
is the meaning of life.

The truth of that has never
been more apparent to me

than it is on this day,

when we celebrate this new life
that has come into our world.

We welcome a child with love,
that he may be able to love.

We welcome a child with gifts,
that he may learn generosity.

And finally,

we welcome the child
with a name.

I've named my son Jacob.

Well, in honor of
young, uh, Jacob,

William has prepared a king's
feast in the Great Hall.

Hi, Diana.
Hi.

I'm Olivia,
Hi, Olivia.

and this is Luke.

Hi, Luke.

It's nice to
meet you.

Come on, honey.

Well, we'd better not let
young Luke eat anymore,

otherwise, we'll
never be able...

Jessica?

Well, how on earth
did you find out?

Sebastian told me everything.

But as you said yourself
a few moments ago,

all that's over with now.

And you have so much
to be thankful for.

Yes.

It was a beautiful
ceremony, Jacob.

But would you mind terribly
if I called you grandpa?

Yes.

But you haven't told me yet
what you're doing here.

That last I heard
you were in London, right?

Oh, that was five years ago.

Yes, and we haven't met since.
When was it?

Winterfest, 1972.

I don't care to do
the arithmetic on that.

Oh, I wouldn't let you.

Look, why don't you
join me at the feast?

Well, I'd love to.

Well, we'd, we'd better hurry,

otherwise I'm going to miss
my own toast.

Well, it's delightful
seeing you again.

Well, it's wonderful
seeing you,

and you haven't
changed, Jacob.

Oh, you don't mean that.

It's nice to hear.

...in the middle
of the Sinai Desert.

Yes, with the...

with two of the most obnoxious
men I have ever met in my life.

Two blowhard journalists

who couldn't stop bragging
about the prizes they'd won

and the bullets
they dodged.

And then the back tire
went out

Would you believe neither
one of these heroes

knew how to change
a wheel?

There was I, down
on my hands and knees

in the middle
of the Sinai Desert

trying to change this wheel.

I wish I had been there.

Mind you, I don't think
I'd have been much help myself.

Oh, for you, I would gladly
have changed a tire, Jacob.

It's, uh... it's so good
to see you again.

You, too.

I kept all your letters.

Why did we ever stop
writing to each other?

Anyway, we mustn't let another
five years to pass between us

without a word.

Okay. What about tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

My show opens tomorrow.

Your show?

That's the whole
reason I'm in town.

The Windham Gallery is
doing a retrospective
of my work.

Now, what better way
could there be

for you to find out
what I've really been up to

for the last five years?

Oh, come on, Jacob,

stop trying to think
of reasons not to come.

All right, then, tomorrow.

All right.

Hmm.

I'm always chipping
these things.

So I'll drink
from this side.

It won't kill me.

I'm glad to hear
you're doing better.

I know it hasn't been
an easy time for you.

Um, tell me, do you take
cream or sugar?

This is where we began.

Now I know how Alice felt.

I'm sorry the Mad Hatter
couldn't be at the feast.

Well, I think that Mouse was
about all I could have handled.

I want to thank you
for making me feel so welcome.

You felt welcome
because you are welcome.

If ever
you need a home

or a place to rest,

these tunnels and chambers will
be kept warm for you by friends.

When will I see you again?

I don't know.

Good-bye, Vincent.

Good-bye.

Joe.

Thanks for coming.

Yeah, well, thanks
for the extra time.

I needed it.

What have we got?

Older man, late 60s.

Strangled to death
sometime last night.

Strangled how?

Bare hands
it looks like.

Apparently he let
the killer in.

There was water on the stove,
a couple of mugs

with tea bags and, uh...

Something else.
What is it?

Follow me.

Jimmy.

Jimmy Faber, Diana Bennett.

Hiya, Bennett.

Long time.

Hi, Jimmy.

A little early for
big guns, ain't it?

I mean, not that we don't
welcome your help, Detective.

What have you found so far?

Wife's fine, kids are fine.

Jimmy Jr. starts
NYU next month.

Can you believe it?
I got a kid in college.

Jimmy, please.

This is where
it happened.

Scuff marks on the floor.

Not much of a struggle,
judging from the glassware.

Now, this is where
it starts getting weird.

The guy drags the victim
into this room,

drops him against the wall.

Then he pulls up a chair,
like this, real close

like he's having a conversation
with the victim.

You want to know
what he does next,
Miss Bennett?

He plays Picasso.

Yeah, he paints the guy's face
with some kind of white powder

or-or dust or something.

Like a death mask.

I want to see him.

Guys, give the little
lady a look.

Work of art, huh?

No one can tell me.

Nobody knows
where the wind comes from,

where the wind goes.

It's flying from somewhere
as fast as it can,

I couldn't keep up
with it, not if I ran.

Vincent...

Come in, Mary.

How is he?

Fearless... wonderful.

Such a miracle.

Vincent... we've had
some disturbing news
from the world above.

What is it, Mary?

One of our helpers
has been murdered.

Who?

Winston.

Winston.

He lived with us once.

A long time ago.

When you were still
a small boy.

What has happened?

We don't know much yet.

I've tried to find Father...

Father's above.

Above?

With Jessica seeing
her photographs.

We...

should send word...

Don't burden him with it.

Nothing he can do really.

Let him enjoy himself.

I'll, uh, see to the
arrangements myself.

You know, Jessica,

your photographs are
absolutely marvelous.

Thank you.

You know, you're so full
of wonder, Jacob.

Just like a child.

Second childhood,
I'm afraid.

Nonsense.

Jessica, people.

Oh, thank you, Lewis,
I'll be right there.

People.

There's a back door here.

What do you think?

What do I think
about what?

Escape.

Leaving.

Jessica, this is your opening.

Oh, I brought you here
to show you the pictures,

not to subject you
to a bunch of art hogs.

Come on, let's get out of here.

You're upset because
you're frustrated.

Psychics, palm readers.

It's a load of crap.

No offense, Bennett.

It's called behavioral
criminology.

It's called the department
losing confidence in
the tried and true.

Jimmy, I'm not asking you
to cave in.

I'm just asking you
to give Diana a chance.

I've been on this case
less than 12 hours.

How's it supposed
to look for me?

That's why you're here:

to request her help.

We're dealing with
a psychopath, Jimmy.

So what?
I can't catch a psychopath?

What is a psychopath anyway?

So the guy smears white ash on
their face after he kills them.

In my book,
he's still a murderer.

Jimmy...

Do we know
for sure it was ash?

That's what the lab says.

I got people out on the street
checking trash can fires,

fires in vacant lots,
taking samples.

So you're thinking that
the killer was homeless?

Maybe.

You got any prints?

No. Guy must have worn gloves
the whole time.

Did you dust the faucet
in the kitchen?

Why?

Maybe, after this guy did
his finger painting,

he took his gloves off and
washed his hands afterwards.

I'll check that.

So Jimmy,

we sanguine
on this?

Oh, yes, we're sanguine.

Since we're also gonna
look pretty stupid

when it turns out to
be some bum he invited
in for a hot meal.

Arrivaderch.

So, did you have
a good time today?

I had a wonderful
time today.

I'm glad.

And this evening as well.

But... it's getting
rather late.

Oh, it's only 2:30.

It's early.

I have a long way home.

Why, you could
always stay here.

Jessica.

The fire's still burning.

There's a lot
we haven't talked about.

Besides, don't you know

the streets are very dangerous
after midnight?

Are they really?

Oh... very dangerous.

Come, Jacob,
and sit by the fire.

You know what I hate the most?

No. Tell me.

What do you hate most?

This...

promise we all live with,

that there'll
always be tomorrow.

It's really...
it's a terrible, unfair lie.

Oh, I don't know, I think
we should all allow ourselves

a little self-deception.

Oh, in our youth, maybe.

Are you happy, Jessica?

Are you?

At this moment,
I'm very happy.

What about when you
go back down there to
your life down below,

will you be happy then?

Can't you tell me?

Um, it's a very...
complex question.

With a simple answer.

Jacob...

you know, we could
be happy together.

Is that such a crazy idea?

Oh, I wouldn't expect you to
give up your life down there,

but... if you lived up
here in the city with me,
you wouldn't have to.

Or you could live down
in the tunnels with me.

No, I tried that once.

Remember?

Yes.

Oh, Jacob, you're a man
who's spent his entire life

creating a world for others,
and to such an extent

that you've not allowed yourself
one moment's peace

because of it.

And I'm a woman
who's about to celebrate

her first half century.

The thought of spending
the next half century on my own

frightens the hell out of me.

That's who I am.

Jessica.

I didn't plan for this
to happen, you know?

I know.

Pascal has just told
me about Winston.

Why wasn't I contacted?

You knew where I was.

What could you have done?

Mary is arranging
a memorial service
for tomorrow.

She was hoping you
would say something.

Yes. Yes, of course.

How was your time with Jessica?

I'm not sure.

I think we fell in love.

If such a thing is... possible.

I... I don't know.

All I know is,
I want to be with her.

And she feels the same way?

She's amazing, Vincent.

So alive.

So willing to share love
with an old man like me.

There isn't a man who
better deserves a woman's love.

It's a very...

strange feeling
f-for me, Vincent.

Um...

It's actually...

physically painful...

not being with her.

I understand.

For Jessica, this
could never be home.

Living here again, for her,
would be impossible.

But you would go above?

I don't know.

I have to sort things
out in my mind.

Father.

Whatever path you chose,

know that I would
help you follow it.

Any luck with the prints
from the faucet?

We only got six points.

Good for comparison,
though.

Provided he gets
careless again.
Provided he kills again.

Just curious, Joe.

This bigwig killed
Elliot Burch and Cathy Chandler,

this, uh, Gabriel,

was it really Bennett?

Yeah, it was.

How'd she do it?

I don't know.

She made some jumps

she never explained.
Shot the guy, didn't she?

Straight through the heart.

Your hands were clean.

You like things clean,
don't you?

Were your gloves already on?

Or did you put them on
before you knocked?

It was cold out that night.

Inside, the...

air felt warm against your skin.

As you talked,

you put your hands
inside your pockets

so he wouldn't see the gloves.

You followed him
into the kitchen,

and you watched him make tea.

You knew him from somewhere;
you knew his name.

Maybe you called out
to him softly.

Deborah.

Hello, Deborah.

Gregory?

You're strong.

You crushed his windpipe
with your two thumbs.

No struggle.

Did you watch him
the whole time?

Did he watch you?

Why didn't you just
leave him in the kitchen?

Because you had
to do something.

You pulled up a chair,
and you took your gloves off.

You were very careful
with the ash.

You didn't spill any
on the carpets or his clothes.

The ash was important to you.

Where'd you keep it?

In your pocket?

No, not in your pocket.

You would've wasted some.

The ashes were important to you.

You...

you treasured them in your hand,
your bare hand.

They felt incredibly light
and pure against your skin.

Ashes.

The cool remains
of something that once lived.

Death.

Ashes.

Human ashes.

Why is this happening?

Doesn't anyone know?

We're frightened.

All the helpers
are frightened.

Winston, and now Deborah.

No one knows who
is responsible

for the terror
we are all feeling,

but we mustn't let fear
govern us.

Where is Father?

Vincent is the one
dealing with this.

Let's...

hear him out.

Now, above
everything else,

we must continue
to organize ourselves

and must stay
in constant communications.

Now, I've asked
all of the helpers

to travel and to sleep in pairs.

For those helpers
who would like

to stay down below...

...the Great Hall and several
of the satellite chambers

have been converted
into dormitories.

There'll be plenty of food.

Good.

Is it true?

Is it really true?

Because I couldn't
believe it when I heard.

Mary, please.

How can you abandon us
at such a time?

I'm not
abandoning anyone.

Please don't hide
behind semantics.

I deserve better.

There's nothing
I could do

that Vincent isn't
already doing.

Besides, did you expect
me to go on forever?

I'm not talking about forever.

Neither am I.

A week or two at the most.

And then...
after that... we'll see.

But why do you
even want to leave?

I don't... I don't want
to leave, Mary.

I just want
to see if it's possible.

Because you love her.

I love her.

Mary...

I'll go the rest
of the way by myself.

It's not much further.

And I know you have
many things to attend to.

I'll keep you apprised.

Please try
not to worry.

How can I not worry?

Think of the joy.

Think of the possibilities.

Think of Jessica.

Vincent, you are
always surprising me.

Be well, Father.

Vincent...

Please look after Mary.

I will.

Okay, people,
I'm out there in two minutes.

I need to know what you've got;
I need to know it quick.

Jimmy, what's up?

Well, it's the
same killer.

I think I speak
for everybody
when I say that.

We got one hair
off the woman's coat.

It matches samples
from the other apartment.

Our man has brown hair,
about 37 years old.

We're still doing
a full workup
on the ash,

but I have done the preliminary,

and there's no question;
it is the same.

Does the press
know about the ash?

They know about
painting the faces.

They don't know
about the ash.

Good. What else?

Any connection
between the victims?

They're both older. Over 50.

Other than that,
we're just starting to dig.

You look worried, Bennett.
What's up?

The killer's
on a seven-day cycle.

Kills every Thursday.

We have six days
before it happens again.

They're ready for you,
Mr. Maxwell.

Okay. Thanks, everybody.

Last night, Deborah White,

a 56-year-old lawyer,

was murdered outside
of her place of employment.

The manner in which
she was killed

is reminiscent
of another homicide

which occurred last week.

The DA's office considers
these incidents to be linked,

and I'm here to announce
the formation

of a joint DA-NYPD task force

headed by
Chief Detective James Faber.

Both he and I urge you
and the public to remain calm

and to avoid glorifying

what is a tragic
and possibly volatile situation.

What I'm saying here is,
let's not spur this guy on.

Okay? That's it.

Mr. Maxwell?
Mr. Maxwell, can
you confirm reports

that the killer smeared paint
on the victims after he...?

I cannot.

I'm remembering how I once
loved this city at night.

I imagined myself a part of it,

saw stories behind
each and every light.

And now?

Now I am a stranger here.

You found Catherine
in one of those lights.

And I lost her in another.

I came here to ask
you for your help.

What is it?

Last week, one of our
helpers was murdered.

We mourned for him.

But then,
it happened again.

When?
Last night.

Our fears are growing that
our secret has been discovered,

or that someone we know
is trying to destroy us.

The helper who was killed...

was it a woman?

Yes.

Deborah White?

Yes. How did you know?

And the one before that,
Winston Burke.

Diana...

I've been working
on this case, Vincent,

and I haven't been able
to come up with anything--

until now,
so what else can you tell me?

Only that these were
great friends to us.

Diana, you must be very
careful with this knowledge.

I know.

Jimmy... right, right.
I know what time it is.

I don't care.
We got a lot of work to do.

Look, I want you
to pull the files

on Deborah White
and Winston Burke.