Beauty and the Beast (1987–1990): Season 3, Episode 11 - Legacies - 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.
Well, the forensics
came through.
The ashes are definitely
human remains.
All right. Let's hit all
the city mortuaries,
work up a list.
Joe, the lab says
the cremation took place
between 20 and 30 years ago.
I mean, we can
start looking at the reports,
but it's going to take time.
Jimmy, we don't have time.
What else?
You're lucky you got that.
Ashes don't tell you much.
- What's the Bureau say?
- They ran a computer check.
No similar crimes anywhere
in the United States.
As far as they know,
our guy's an original.
The Sentinel's calling
him the Ash Man.
Look, people, we've got
to do better than this.
Our guy kills every Thursday
at 10:00,
and until we get a bead on him,
there's not a damn thing
we can do to stop it.
There's got to be something
we're overlooking,
some minor detail, any clue
to this guy's pattern.
What if there is no pattern?
Then we don't have a prayer
of catching him.
And I don't want
to hear that, Jimmy.
I don't even want
to think it.
Look, Joe, I know it stinks.
But there's no connection
between the victims. None.
There is a connection.
Coming! Coming!
Who is it?
Gregory.
Do I know you?
You used to.
My Lord.
You're Gregory Coyle,
aren't you?
This guy's compulsive.
His whole life is pattern,
order, routine.
Kills once a week,
same day, same time.
Uses the same ashes
to paint the faces.
Whose ashes?
You tell me.
You tell me that,
I'll tell you the connection.
This is not random killing.
It's retribution.
For what?
Something that happened
20 years ago.
Yeah, maybe, Jimmy.
Look, I'm not buying this, Joe.
This isn't police work,
this is guesswork.
There's a connection, Jimmy.
You're just not seeing it.
I don't see it
because it doesn't exist.
Deborah White lived
in a high-rise in Yorkville.
Winston Burke had a grungy
walk-up on the Lower East Side.
He lived off
his Social Security.
She has a six figure income.
He's a native New Yorker,
she moved here
from, uh, Dubuque.
As far as we know,
they never met.
We can't find a single person
who knew them both.
One person knew them both,
Jimmy.
The killer knew them both.
Sorry, I...
I don't mean to stare.
It's just been so long.
I look just like him, don't I?
Yeah.
Uh, uh... come in, Gregory,
please come in.
Your dad was a good man.
Dad was a fine man.
It's terrible,
what happened.
Terrible.
I still got
this bum leg.
Can't go below no more--
not since that night, uh-uh.
After, it was like.... like
I could feel all that weight
over my head,
just pressing down.
But I guess
I'm the lucky one, huh?
Why don't you come on
in the back with me,
and you can catch me
up on your life.
Tell me where you've been,
tell me what you've been doin'.
It's been...
hell, 20... 25 years.
There's nothing we can do.
Your helpers have been alerted.
They'll be safe.
Will they?
Some of them
are elderly, poor,
so vulnerable.
This city of yours.
If only this wasn't
happening now.
Well, if this wasn't happening,
it would be something else.
It's never been easy, Jacob.
Above or below, life seldom is.
I suppose you're right.
Well, of course I'm right.
I'll tell you what.
It's such a lovely day.
Why don't we go for a walk
out there in the park, hmm?
Yes, I'd like that.
I find it extraordinary,
you know,
to find these parks
right in the...
It's a Frisbee.
It's a what?
A Frisbee.
Oh, yes, of course.
Why, I knew
that at once.
You can touch it.
I won't be attacked
by Martians, will I?
Not today.
It won't go.
Oh, is that yours?
Here you are.
You see, some things
we do better up top.
Oh, I don't know.
You ought to see our children
skipping subway tiles
across the mirror pool.
Vincent?
Kipling.
I remember how
much you and Devin
used to love
these stories.
Mowgli,
Rikki-Tikki-Tavi,
The Elephant's Child.
They were like friends, Mary.
Then one day I stopped visiting.
Put them away.
I suppose I thought I was
too old for children's books.
Why are children always in such
a rush to grow up, Vincent?
It's all right, though.
Whatever I've lost along
the way, I'll find again...
with him.
We think we've left the high
and far-off times behind us,
but they're never far.
They're always
just around the corner.
But you didn't come here
to talk about Kipling.
What's wrong, Mary?
It's nothing.
You have enough to worry about.
Let me help you,
please, Mary.
It's Father, isn't it?
You miss him.
More than I should.
Please.
Sit.
When I first came below,
I... I was so confused, lost.
Father helped me find myself,
helped me make a new life.
He was strong, wise.
He was a very charming man.
And you fell in love with him.
Father belonged to all of us,
and it somehow it...
well, it seemed selfish
to want him for myself.
Besides, there was a...
a memory standing between us.
Margaret.
I didn't know her name.
Not then.
Father never spoke
of his life above.
But I could see her
in his eyes.
She left him, but he never
stopped loving her.
So, I... I, uh...
just accepted
the way things were.
And I... I told myself that,
that... he would never be able
to love anyone
the way he loved Margaret.
And then Jessica came back
into his life.
I made a terrible mistake,
Vincent.
There's been
another killing.
I'm so sorry.
As soon as they brought
your message, I knew.
Who was it?
His name is
Raymond Ensign.
Raymond Ensign?
Diana, there is no helper
by that name.
His-his face was smeared
with ash, just like the others.
There's got to be a connection,
Vincent.
I know all of our helpers.
This is a black man,
he's over 50,
worked for
the public library,
w-walked with a limp.
The coroner said that it
was about 25 years ago
that he had his
leg crushed.
Wait.
There was a black man.
Father used to take me
to visit him
in the hospital chamber.
Sometimes we took turns
reading to him.
He was afraid
to go to sleep.
Why?
He had nightmares.
He was involved in a terrible
accident, a cave-in.
The dreams made him relive it.
Finally he went back up top.
We lost all ties with him.
Diana...
Winston and Deborah
were also caught
in that same tunnel collapse.
Were there any others?
A man was killed.
I didn't know him.
His name was...
Nathan.
Nathan... Coyle.
What about his body,
was he cremated?
Nathan had a son.
His name was Gregory.
He was seven years old.
After his father died,
he ran away.
We never found him.
Yeah, well, he just found you.
If it is Gregory,
the other helpers are safe.
This guy's been workin'
down a list,
and he just ran out of names.
You sure there was only four?
Yes.
At least the killing's over.
He was released two months ago.
Do you have an address?
Um, hold on.
Yeah, it's Dr. Nyhart.
I need a current address
on Gregory Coyle.
Yeah, "C" as in
"crazy." Thanks.
So why was this guy released?
Because
he was functional.
What does that
mean-- functional?
"Competent enough
to be self-sufficient."
What it says here.
But you didn't
think so?
Gregory was a patient in this
hospital for 26 years.
He was released because
of federal budgetary cutbacks.
Period.
Do you consider him dangerous?
Maybe.
I don't know.
Frankly, I think
he's more of a threat
to himself than anything else.
Suicidal?
This is a man who lost
his father at a very young age.
He never had the chance to
legitimately grieve that loss.
How that pain is gonna
manifest itself
now that he's on his own,
I can't tell you.
Did he talk about his father?
E-everything is in the file.
In the file,
which I can't get to
unless I get a subpoena,
correct?
Sorry. But I imagine you won't
have any trouble getting it.
Excuse me.
Yeah.
Great.
Thank you.
Here's the address.
I hope I was able
to be of help.
Very much. Thank you.
Good morning.
Jacob?
You look very beautiful.
Please.
No, I mean it.
What's the matter,
didn't you sleep?
No, afraid not.
You just can't let go.
Oh, Jacob, I do understand.
I mean, the world below has been
your home for so many years.
You can't expect it to go out
of your thoughts so easily.
No, it's... it's not the place.
It's the time.
Maybe when all this
is resolved,
if you want to,
we can start again.
But, uh, until then,
until I'm sure our helpers
are safe,
I must go back.
Jacob...
I do want you to be happy.
You know that, don't you?
Yes, I know that.
Then promise me
something.
Of course.
Be careful.
Hello?
Anyone there?
All right, who's there?!
His hand moved.
His-his hand...
Who are you?
Gregory.
His hand moved.
Gregory, do I know you?
Yes.
Oh, Vincent,
he's so beautiful.
He looks so much
like Catherine.
He's got your eyes, though.
You want to hold him?
I don't know how.
Oh.
Vincent, come quickly.
What's wrong?
A call for help
over the pipes-- urgent.
Who sent it?
Don't know-- the
message broke off.
No one's reported
an intruder, but...
Go ahead. We'll look
after him for you.
Show me the place, Pascal.
What are you doing?
I'm making it right.
Now, walk.
Walk.
Dear God,
you're Nathan's boy.
Yes.
Walk!
Please, Gregory.
Shut up.
I can't climb so fast.
Shut up and climb.
Your father...
he helped us
build this world,
and when he died, we...
we all lost part of ourselves.
Climb.
Please, Gregory.
Just climb!
Blood.
I thought the danger
was over. I was wrong.
Go back to the pipe
chamber, Pascal.
Tell William to gather all
the others in the Great Hall.
Alert all the sentries.
We have to warn
the helpers, too.
I'll put out the call.
Good.
What's happening, Vincent?
Who's doing this?
A boy.
A lost boy,
someone from our past.
I don't remember.
No, but he does.
Where are you, Gregory?
You finished your work...
and you straightened everything
up for Nathan, so...
when are you coming home?
You're not coming home.
It's over and you're tired,
but you're not coming home.
Okay, where are the ashes?
Where are the ashes?
You took them, why?
You took them.
Why did you need them?
It's over.
Who are the ashes for?
Gregory, please,
you don't understand.
Your-your father's death
was a tragic accident.
Nathan was a good man,
a-a-a-a brave man.
You see, Gregory,
there was a gas seepage
and many of our children
were sick.
You made him come here!
He volunteered.
Without him,
we might never
have found the gas leak.
He saved many lives, Gregory.
You let him die!
It was too late.
He was already dead.
His hand moved!
Help my daddy! Help him!
Jason!
Get Gregory out
of here! Quickly!
Help him!
Help my daddy!
I'm sorry, Gregory.
Your father is gone.
No, he isn't!
I saw him move!
Help him! Somebody please!
Help him!
Somebody, please!
His hand moved.
Gregory, will
you listen to me?
No one abandoned
your father.
He was dead.
His chest was crushed.
His hand moved.
I saw it.
What you saw
was a muscle spasm.
It-it-it's not uncommon.
It doesn't mean anything.
Quiet.
No more words.
Your father was
dead, Gregory.
I couldn't do anything
about it then,
and you can't do
anything about it now.
Please, Gregory.
You must let go
of your father.
Don't you see?
You... have to let
his memory... rest.
Gregory, please.
What are you doing?
For God's sake, Gregory,
let me help you.
Please... don't do this.
Who's there?
Jacob?
Jacob?
Don't be afraid.
Oh. Vincent.
I'm sorry to disturb you,
Jessica.
I need to speak with Father,
it's urgent.
Oh, Jacob left here
hours ago. He's below.
Isn't he?
There was a call for help.
Oh, my God.
I must go, Jessica.
Oh, no. Find him. Please.
Gregory, please,
don't do this.
Don't do this!
Gregory! Stop it!
Please! Please, Gregory.
For God's sake,
let me out of here!
Gregory! Come back to the
tunnels, we'll help you!
You can move your hands now.
No one will help you.
Please! Please! Help!
For God's sake, Gregory,
you're making a mistake!
Gregory!
Gregory!
Gregory?
Not for long.
What are you doing?
I made it right.
I-I... I made it
all right again.
Are those your
father's ashes?
Did you...
did you know my father?
Yes, he was a very brave man.
His hand moved.
But... I made it right.
But I made it all right again.
Gregory, move back
from the edge.
No!
Gregory, pull up!
Gregory, pull up!
You're slipping!
I can't hold on!
Give me your other arm!
Give me your other arm!
Gregory!
He said that it
was all right now.
That he had made it all right.
That could mean anything.
Are you sure
he was talking about Father?
It had to be Father
who sent out the call for help.
We've accounted
for everyone else.
But Jacob left hours ago.
Maybe Father got away from him
somehow.
Maybe he's lying somewhere
hurt, bleeding,
maybe unconscious.
Gregory was ready
to die when I found him.
That meant it was finished.
He couldn't have left it
unfinished,
he couldn't.
I don't believe it.
How can we...?
What will we do
without him?
He's always been there.
Father is not dead.
He's alive someplace.
If he was dead, I would know it.
But, then, where is he?
Why hasn't he answered
our calls?
Gregory is a compulsive
personality-- once he sets
his mind to do something,
he has to finish it,
even if it's only
in his own mind.
Now, how...
how did he make it all right?
The body wasn't there;
there was no body.
Father wasn't
with him.
An eye for an eye...
Where did the accident happen?
Where did Gregory's
father die?
It was under the river,
uh, past the old landfill.
Do you know exactly
where it was?
Those tunnels
have been sealed for years.
We'd have to find the exact
location in Father's maps. Why?
Because that's what made it
all right-- he buried him.
Father.
Father.
Father.
Vincent.
Jacob!
Oh, thank God
you're all right!
Mary.
Father.
I don't believe it--
we're gonna downgrade this?!
No. I want to catch this guy
and bring him to trial.
I didn't make the call.
I don't see you fighting it.
No, and you're not going to,
either, Jimmy.
It's the right call.
We need the manpower
on other cases.
The Ash Man is still out there.
Maybe, maybe not.
It's been three weeks, Jimmy,
three Thursdays,
without one new painted corpse.
So maybe he's got the flu;
maybe he's on vacation.
All I know is, he is a
murder spree waiting to happen.
No.
It's over.
Oh, great.
The oracle has spoken.
We can call off the hounds.
What, did your Ouija board
tell you it was safe, or what?
It's not a joke, Jimmy.
What would you call it?
I'd call it imagination.
Look, if all you're willing to
see is what you've seen before,
you're gonna miss half
of what's going on.
See, that's the difference
between you and me.
Difference?
I don't see
any difference, Bennett.
Seems to me we both
struck out on this one.
He's wrong, isn't he?
What do you mean?
You know what I mean.
You're not gonna make this
any easier for me, are you?
Nothing's ever
easy in life, Joe.
The killing's are over--
you know that, don't you?
I guess.
No, you don't guess--
you know.
How is it you know, Diana?
How do you know?
Ouija board.
I had forgotten what a
nurturing world you've built.
Nurturing for some.
For you.
Yes.
It is your
world, Jacob.
You belong there...
and I don't think
you'll ever leave it.
I do love you, Jessica,
you know that, don't you?
Oh, and I love you, Jacob.
But when you love someone,
you really want
them to be happy,
and your happiness
is down there.
And yours?
Up here.
Somewhere.
Oh, don't worry about it,
Jacob, I'll find it.
Where will you go?
The Sea of Cortez.
Hm?
The gray whales
are migrating.
Oh, yes, of course,
the gray whales.
Every winter...
the gray whale leaves
the Arctic waters of Alaska
and swims the length
of this continent
to procreate off
the Mexican coast.
Procreate?
Of course, you'll be there
to take photographs.
You bet.
I thought so.
He's a resilient animal...
the old gray whale.
Not so old.
Maybe not.
Good-bye, Jacob.
Oh...
Good-bye, Jessica.
Every time I look at him,
a miracle fills me anew.
Well, he is beautiful.
I've looked in his eyes
a thousand times.
Why does his power
never diminish?
You can never run out of hope
for a newborn child.
Sometimes...
in my nightmares,
I relive what happened.
The loss, the violence,
all the pain...
all that I put us both through.
But then in an instant,
it vanishes,
carried off by
his waking cries.
He can make it
all right.
Nothing can make
all of it right.
Diana...
you've done so much
for both of us.
Why?
It's funny, I...
When it was happening,
I never even questioned it.
I don't know, Vincent.
You-you make everything
so possible, I...
I couldn't help but
want to help you.
Jacob is not my only blessing.
You're thinking of Catherine.
Always.
And I'm thinking of you.
Sometimes I wonder...
...how all this can be happening
and whether I even
belong here or not.
Your... your world is...
I don't know
where I'm going anymore.
I don't know where
I'm gonna be tomorrow.
Tomorrow will come, Diana.
We can only live each day
as it comes to us,
with its pains, joys...
and all of its gifts.
Could I hold him?
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.
Well, the forensics
came through.
The ashes are definitely
human remains.
All right. Let's hit all
the city mortuaries,
work up a list.
Joe, the lab says
the cremation took place
between 20 and 30 years ago.
I mean, we can
start looking at the reports,
but it's going to take time.
Jimmy, we don't have time.
What else?
You're lucky you got that.
Ashes don't tell you much.
- What's the Bureau say?
- They ran a computer check.
No similar crimes anywhere
in the United States.
As far as they know,
our guy's an original.
The Sentinel's calling
him the Ash Man.
Look, people, we've got
to do better than this.
Our guy kills every Thursday
at 10:00,
and until we get a bead on him,
there's not a damn thing
we can do to stop it.
There's got to be something
we're overlooking,
some minor detail, any clue
to this guy's pattern.
What if there is no pattern?
Then we don't have a prayer
of catching him.
And I don't want
to hear that, Jimmy.
I don't even want
to think it.
Look, Joe, I know it stinks.
But there's no connection
between the victims. None.
There is a connection.
Coming! Coming!
Who is it?
Gregory.
Do I know you?
You used to.
My Lord.
You're Gregory Coyle,
aren't you?
This guy's compulsive.
His whole life is pattern,
order, routine.
Kills once a week,
same day, same time.
Uses the same ashes
to paint the faces.
Whose ashes?
You tell me.
You tell me that,
I'll tell you the connection.
This is not random killing.
It's retribution.
For what?
Something that happened
20 years ago.
Yeah, maybe, Jimmy.
Look, I'm not buying this, Joe.
This isn't police work,
this is guesswork.
There's a connection, Jimmy.
You're just not seeing it.
I don't see it
because it doesn't exist.
Deborah White lived
in a high-rise in Yorkville.
Winston Burke had a grungy
walk-up on the Lower East Side.
He lived off
his Social Security.
She has a six figure income.
He's a native New Yorker,
she moved here
from, uh, Dubuque.
As far as we know,
they never met.
We can't find a single person
who knew them both.
One person knew them both,
Jimmy.
The killer knew them both.
Sorry, I...
I don't mean to stare.
It's just been so long.
I look just like him, don't I?
Yeah.
Uh, uh... come in, Gregory,
please come in.
Your dad was a good man.
Dad was a fine man.
It's terrible,
what happened.
Terrible.
I still got
this bum leg.
Can't go below no more--
not since that night, uh-uh.
After, it was like.... like
I could feel all that weight
over my head,
just pressing down.
But I guess
I'm the lucky one, huh?
Why don't you come on
in the back with me,
and you can catch me
up on your life.
Tell me where you've been,
tell me what you've been doin'.
It's been...
hell, 20... 25 years.
There's nothing we can do.
Your helpers have been alerted.
They'll be safe.
Will they?
Some of them
are elderly, poor,
so vulnerable.
This city of yours.
If only this wasn't
happening now.
Well, if this wasn't happening,
it would be something else.
It's never been easy, Jacob.
Above or below, life seldom is.
I suppose you're right.
Well, of course I'm right.
I'll tell you what.
It's such a lovely day.
Why don't we go for a walk
out there in the park, hmm?
Yes, I'd like that.
I find it extraordinary,
you know,
to find these parks
right in the...
It's a Frisbee.
It's a what?
A Frisbee.
Oh, yes, of course.
Why, I knew
that at once.
You can touch it.
I won't be attacked
by Martians, will I?
Not today.
It won't go.
Oh, is that yours?
Here you are.
You see, some things
we do better up top.
Oh, I don't know.
You ought to see our children
skipping subway tiles
across the mirror pool.
Vincent?
Kipling.
I remember how
much you and Devin
used to love
these stories.
Mowgli,
Rikki-Tikki-Tavi,
The Elephant's Child.
They were like friends, Mary.
Then one day I stopped visiting.
Put them away.
I suppose I thought I was
too old for children's books.
Why are children always in such
a rush to grow up, Vincent?
It's all right, though.
Whatever I've lost along
the way, I'll find again...
with him.
We think we've left the high
and far-off times behind us,
but they're never far.
They're always
just around the corner.
But you didn't come here
to talk about Kipling.
What's wrong, Mary?
It's nothing.
You have enough to worry about.
Let me help you,
please, Mary.
It's Father, isn't it?
You miss him.
More than I should.
Please.
Sit.
When I first came below,
I... I was so confused, lost.
Father helped me find myself,
helped me make a new life.
He was strong, wise.
He was a very charming man.
And you fell in love with him.
Father belonged to all of us,
and it somehow it...
well, it seemed selfish
to want him for myself.
Besides, there was a...
a memory standing between us.
Margaret.
I didn't know her name.
Not then.
Father never spoke
of his life above.
But I could see her
in his eyes.
She left him, but he never
stopped loving her.
So, I... I, uh...
just accepted
the way things were.
And I... I told myself that,
that... he would never be able
to love anyone
the way he loved Margaret.
And then Jessica came back
into his life.
I made a terrible mistake,
Vincent.
There's been
another killing.
I'm so sorry.
As soon as they brought
your message, I knew.
Who was it?
His name is
Raymond Ensign.
Raymond Ensign?
Diana, there is no helper
by that name.
His-his face was smeared
with ash, just like the others.
There's got to be a connection,
Vincent.
I know all of our helpers.
This is a black man,
he's over 50,
worked for
the public library,
w-walked with a limp.
The coroner said that it
was about 25 years ago
that he had his
leg crushed.
Wait.
There was a black man.
Father used to take me
to visit him
in the hospital chamber.
Sometimes we took turns
reading to him.
He was afraid
to go to sleep.
Why?
He had nightmares.
He was involved in a terrible
accident, a cave-in.
The dreams made him relive it.
Finally he went back up top.
We lost all ties with him.
Diana...
Winston and Deborah
were also caught
in that same tunnel collapse.
Were there any others?
A man was killed.
I didn't know him.
His name was...
Nathan.
Nathan... Coyle.
What about his body,
was he cremated?
Nathan had a son.
His name was Gregory.
He was seven years old.
After his father died,
he ran away.
We never found him.
Yeah, well, he just found you.
If it is Gregory,
the other helpers are safe.
This guy's been workin'
down a list,
and he just ran out of names.
You sure there was only four?
Yes.
At least the killing's over.
He was released two months ago.
Do you have an address?
Um, hold on.
Yeah, it's Dr. Nyhart.
I need a current address
on Gregory Coyle.
Yeah, "C" as in
"crazy." Thanks.
So why was this guy released?
Because
he was functional.
What does that
mean-- functional?
"Competent enough
to be self-sufficient."
What it says here.
But you didn't
think so?
Gregory was a patient in this
hospital for 26 years.
He was released because
of federal budgetary cutbacks.
Period.
Do you consider him dangerous?
Maybe.
I don't know.
Frankly, I think
he's more of a threat
to himself than anything else.
Suicidal?
This is a man who lost
his father at a very young age.
He never had the chance to
legitimately grieve that loss.
How that pain is gonna
manifest itself
now that he's on his own,
I can't tell you.
Did he talk about his father?
E-everything is in the file.
In the file,
which I can't get to
unless I get a subpoena,
correct?
Sorry. But I imagine you won't
have any trouble getting it.
Excuse me.
Yeah.
Great.
Thank you.
Here's the address.
I hope I was able
to be of help.
Very much. Thank you.
Good morning.
Jacob?
You look very beautiful.
Please.
No, I mean it.
What's the matter,
didn't you sleep?
No, afraid not.
You just can't let go.
Oh, Jacob, I do understand.
I mean, the world below has been
your home for so many years.
You can't expect it to go out
of your thoughts so easily.
No, it's... it's not the place.
It's the time.
Maybe when all this
is resolved,
if you want to,
we can start again.
But, uh, until then,
until I'm sure our helpers
are safe,
I must go back.
Jacob...
I do want you to be happy.
You know that, don't you?
Yes, I know that.
Then promise me
something.
Of course.
Be careful.
Hello?
Anyone there?
All right, who's there?!
His hand moved.
His-his hand...
Who are you?
Gregory.
His hand moved.
Gregory, do I know you?
Yes.
Oh, Vincent,
he's so beautiful.
He looks so much
like Catherine.
He's got your eyes, though.
You want to hold him?
I don't know how.
Oh.
Vincent, come quickly.
What's wrong?
A call for help
over the pipes-- urgent.
Who sent it?
Don't know-- the
message broke off.
No one's reported
an intruder, but...
Go ahead. We'll look
after him for you.
Show me the place, Pascal.
What are you doing?
I'm making it right.
Now, walk.
Walk.
Dear God,
you're Nathan's boy.
Yes.
Walk!
Please, Gregory.
Shut up.
I can't climb so fast.
Shut up and climb.
Your father...
he helped us
build this world,
and when he died, we...
we all lost part of ourselves.
Climb.
Please, Gregory.
Just climb!
Blood.
I thought the danger
was over. I was wrong.
Go back to the pipe
chamber, Pascal.
Tell William to gather all
the others in the Great Hall.
Alert all the sentries.
We have to warn
the helpers, too.
I'll put out the call.
Good.
What's happening, Vincent?
Who's doing this?
A boy.
A lost boy,
someone from our past.
I don't remember.
No, but he does.
Where are you, Gregory?
You finished your work...
and you straightened everything
up for Nathan, so...
when are you coming home?
You're not coming home.
It's over and you're tired,
but you're not coming home.
Okay, where are the ashes?
Where are the ashes?
You took them, why?
You took them.
Why did you need them?
It's over.
Who are the ashes for?
Gregory, please,
you don't understand.
Your-your father's death
was a tragic accident.
Nathan was a good man,
a-a-a-a brave man.
You see, Gregory,
there was a gas seepage
and many of our children
were sick.
You made him come here!
He volunteered.
Without him,
we might never
have found the gas leak.
He saved many lives, Gregory.
You let him die!
It was too late.
He was already dead.
His hand moved!
Help my daddy! Help him!
Jason!
Get Gregory out
of here! Quickly!
Help him!
Help my daddy!
I'm sorry, Gregory.
Your father is gone.
No, he isn't!
I saw him move!
Help him! Somebody please!
Help him!
Somebody, please!
His hand moved.
Gregory, will
you listen to me?
No one abandoned
your father.
He was dead.
His chest was crushed.
His hand moved.
I saw it.
What you saw
was a muscle spasm.
It-it-it's not uncommon.
It doesn't mean anything.
Quiet.
No more words.
Your father was
dead, Gregory.
I couldn't do anything
about it then,
and you can't do
anything about it now.
Please, Gregory.
You must let go
of your father.
Don't you see?
You... have to let
his memory... rest.
Gregory, please.
What are you doing?
For God's sake, Gregory,
let me help you.
Please... don't do this.
Who's there?
Jacob?
Jacob?
Don't be afraid.
Oh. Vincent.
I'm sorry to disturb you,
Jessica.
I need to speak with Father,
it's urgent.
Oh, Jacob left here
hours ago. He's below.
Isn't he?
There was a call for help.
Oh, my God.
I must go, Jessica.
Oh, no. Find him. Please.
Gregory, please,
don't do this.
Don't do this!
Gregory! Stop it!
Please! Please, Gregory.
For God's sake,
let me out of here!
Gregory! Come back to the
tunnels, we'll help you!
You can move your hands now.
No one will help you.
Please! Please! Help!
For God's sake, Gregory,
you're making a mistake!
Gregory!
Gregory!
Gregory?
Not for long.
What are you doing?
I made it right.
I-I... I made it
all right again.
Are those your
father's ashes?
Did you...
did you know my father?
Yes, he was a very brave man.
His hand moved.
But... I made it right.
But I made it all right again.
Gregory, move back
from the edge.
No!
Gregory, pull up!
Gregory, pull up!
You're slipping!
I can't hold on!
Give me your other arm!
Give me your other arm!
Gregory!
He said that it
was all right now.
That he had made it all right.
That could mean anything.
Are you sure
he was talking about Father?
It had to be Father
who sent out the call for help.
We've accounted
for everyone else.
But Jacob left hours ago.
Maybe Father got away from him
somehow.
Maybe he's lying somewhere
hurt, bleeding,
maybe unconscious.
Gregory was ready
to die when I found him.
That meant it was finished.
He couldn't have left it
unfinished,
he couldn't.
I don't believe it.
How can we...?
What will we do
without him?
He's always been there.
Father is not dead.
He's alive someplace.
If he was dead, I would know it.
But, then, where is he?
Why hasn't he answered
our calls?
Gregory is a compulsive
personality-- once he sets
his mind to do something,
he has to finish it,
even if it's only
in his own mind.
Now, how...
how did he make it all right?
The body wasn't there;
there was no body.
Father wasn't
with him.
An eye for an eye...
Where did the accident happen?
Where did Gregory's
father die?
It was under the river,
uh, past the old landfill.
Do you know exactly
where it was?
Those tunnels
have been sealed for years.
We'd have to find the exact
location in Father's maps. Why?
Because that's what made it
all right-- he buried him.
Father.
Father.
Father.
Vincent.
Jacob!
Oh, thank God
you're all right!
Mary.
Father.
I don't believe it--
we're gonna downgrade this?!
No. I want to catch this guy
and bring him to trial.
I didn't make the call.
I don't see you fighting it.
No, and you're not going to,
either, Jimmy.
It's the right call.
We need the manpower
on other cases.
The Ash Man is still out there.
Maybe, maybe not.
It's been three weeks, Jimmy,
three Thursdays,
without one new painted corpse.
So maybe he's got the flu;
maybe he's on vacation.
All I know is, he is a
murder spree waiting to happen.
No.
It's over.
Oh, great.
The oracle has spoken.
We can call off the hounds.
What, did your Ouija board
tell you it was safe, or what?
It's not a joke, Jimmy.
What would you call it?
I'd call it imagination.
Look, if all you're willing to
see is what you've seen before,
you're gonna miss half
of what's going on.
See, that's the difference
between you and me.
Difference?
I don't see
any difference, Bennett.
Seems to me we both
struck out on this one.
He's wrong, isn't he?
What do you mean?
You know what I mean.
You're not gonna make this
any easier for me, are you?
Nothing's ever
easy in life, Joe.
The killing's are over--
you know that, don't you?
I guess.
No, you don't guess--
you know.
How is it you know, Diana?
How do you know?
Ouija board.
I had forgotten what a
nurturing world you've built.
Nurturing for some.
For you.
Yes.
It is your
world, Jacob.
You belong there...
and I don't think
you'll ever leave it.
I do love you, Jessica,
you know that, don't you?
Oh, and I love you, Jacob.
But when you love someone,
you really want
them to be happy,
and your happiness
is down there.
And yours?
Up here.
Somewhere.
Oh, don't worry about it,
Jacob, I'll find it.
Where will you go?
The Sea of Cortez.
Hm?
The gray whales
are migrating.
Oh, yes, of course,
the gray whales.
Every winter...
the gray whale leaves
the Arctic waters of Alaska
and swims the length
of this continent
to procreate off
the Mexican coast.
Procreate?
Of course, you'll be there
to take photographs.
You bet.
I thought so.
He's a resilient animal...
the old gray whale.
Not so old.
Maybe not.
Good-bye, Jacob.
Oh...
Good-bye, Jessica.
Every time I look at him,
a miracle fills me anew.
Well, he is beautiful.
I've looked in his eyes
a thousand times.
Why does his power
never diminish?
You can never run out of hope
for a newborn child.
Sometimes...
in my nightmares,
I relive what happened.
The loss, the violence,
all the pain...
all that I put us both through.
But then in an instant,
it vanishes,
carried off by
his waking cries.
He can make it
all right.
Nothing can make
all of it right.
Diana...
you've done so much
for both of us.
Why?
It's funny, I...
When it was happening,
I never even questioned it.
I don't know, Vincent.
You-you make everything
so possible, I...
I couldn't help but
want to help you.
Jacob is not my only blessing.
You're thinking of Catherine.
Always.
And I'm thinking of you.
Sometimes I wonder...
...how all this can be happening
and whether I even
belong here or not.
Your... your world is...
I don't know
where I'm going anymore.
I don't know where
I'm gonna be tomorrow.
Tomorrow will come, Diana.
We can only live each day
as it comes to us,
with its pains, joys...
and all of its gifts.
Could I hold him?