Beauty and the Beast (1987–1990): Season 3, Episode 2 - Walk Slowly - 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.
Her 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.
While I live, you live...
with me...
in me...
Always.
Always.
Ah, thank you, Nick.
Vincent.
I... found Catherine last night.
I... stayed with her, but...
the dawn...
ID, please.
Thank you.
Can you bag her hands?
I don't want to lose anything
on the way in.
Steve, I want you...
Yeah, one second,
once second.
Vincent...
Vincent, where are you?
Bruises on her wrists,
and at least one needle mark,
left forearm.
What kind of a needle mark?
Autopsy's scheduled
for tomorrow.
We won't know till then.
Who's doing it?
Dr. Marks.
What else?
One set of prints
and evidence of forced entry
from the balcony,
but no prints
on any other doors.
What does that mean?
Means we haven't found anything
on the other doors yet.
That's it?
Until we hear
from forensics.
What about the prints
on the balcony?
They're still checking.
Nick, as soon as
you hear something,
I want to know about it.
So you can do what?
Joe...
you got to realize this is
not your normal homicide.
Look, just do your best.
I always do my best.
I also know my limitations.
All I'm saying is I think
you might want to check out
some other alternatives.
Like what?
You ever heard of a unit
called the two-ten?
Yeah, special
crimes, right?
There's a woman on it,
uh, Diana Bennett?
Remember the Beserra case
last month?
Yeah, sure, I remember.
Bennett was the one
who dug out Tony Hernandez.
I thought that was the Bureau.
Bennett.
See, I got to catch whatever
they throw on my plate,
but she gets
to pick and choose.
She's got
this special arrangement.
Why, because
she's two-ten?
'Cause she's good.
Well, how come I
never heard of her?
She doesn't like
her name in the papers.
Why not, Nick?
I don't know,
why don't you ask her?
I gotta go.
Hey, take care of
yourself, Joe, okay?
And do what I told you.
Thanks, Nick.
Hello.
Hi, it's Joe Maxwell.
We talked this morning.
Hello?
I told you I can't do it.
Look, I have no place else
to go.
Please.
Hello?
Hello?
Fifth floor.
Where did you
get my address?
From your watch commander.
Did you call in a favor?
Yeah, a big one.
You realize this is completely
unfair of you.
All I'm asking you to do
is take a look at something.
You're
asking me
to set aside one case
for another,
and I can't do that.
Not even for one day?
Let me show you something.
This is where I've been
for the last four months.
And this is Sally Rogers,
ten years old.
Grabbed waiting for her mom
outside of school.
Every third Sunday the guy
sends her parents something.
Either a lock of hair
or a piece of clothing.
A shoe...
Yesterday a package arrived
with a small finger inside.
And the lab says
she's still alive.
What can I do for you,
Joe Maxwell?
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to bother you.
Sometimes I push too hard.
No, I was wrong to come here.
I'm sorry.
So, this woman...
was she important to you?
We worked together.
But it was more than that.
Romantic?
Friends.
And when she disappeared,
you asked to head
the investigation?
Don't tell me,
let me guess.
The trail went cold fast.
And you blamed
yourself.
And then you worked
harder and harder
until all your other work
suffered.
I was suspended.
And then you began
to dream about her
and your mind took
these illogical leaps
and you followed
absurd leads and intuitions,
and pretty soon you couldn't
think of anything else.
That's why I only work
on one case at a time.
They're all like that for you?
Yep.
Let me ask you something.
What do you
make of this?
A woman is violently kidnapped.
Six months later she turns up
dead in her own bed.
Only she wasn't
killed there.
She was murdered someplace else
and then brought there later.
Up 17 flights,
with no witnesses.
I don't know.
Nobody does.
And in three weeks,
nobody's going to care.
And that's why I came here.
I hope you find that girl.
Vincent.
Would you like
some hot tea?
No, thank you, Mary.
Is there anything...
anything I can do?
We all... all of us
are with you.
We share this
with you, Vincent.
The children.
Father spoke to them.
They're very frightened.
They're very worried
about you.
They want to see you.
I can't, Mary, I can't.
Well, what about the prints
on the balcony door?
Well, those were interesting.
No one seems to know
what they are.
What does that mean? Gloves?
No.
Well, we don't know.
We're not sure what
they are yet.
I got to go.
Call me back. I want to know.
Frank, look, I...
We're even now, okay?
Good luck.
Hi.
Hi, Jenny.
Come on in.
I'm sorry I didn't
call first.
It's okay.
Come here.
It's okay.
Come on, sit down.
Sit down.
I thought I would be
able to handle this.
I came because I wasn't sure
who to call
for the arrangements.
Well, I thought somebody
from her...
Oh.
I forgot all about her family.
Yeah, I think
it's you and me.
Yeah.
Did she suffer?
I don't know.
"And as the morning mists
had risen long ago
"when I first left to forage,
"so the evening mists
were rising now.
"And in all of the broad
expanse of tranquil light
they showed me, I saw no shadow
of another parting from her."
Thanks. Can you wait outside?
Sure. Just let me know
if you need something.
"With love's light wings
did I oe'er perch these walls.
Vincent"
I bet you had a name,
didn't you? Huh?
The book.
Though lovers be lost...
...love shall not.
Death shall have no dominion.
Vincent...
come here and
sit with me.
Father...
I know you're
in great pain.
Try to tell me.
Pain...
this pain I...
I cannot endure.
I know.
But you will.
I can't find
my way through it.
You must allow it
to pass over you.
Father, it's crushing.
Then let it.
Let it crush you.
Let it carry you away.
It will bring
you back.
No, not this time.
Yes, it will, Vincent.
I know this grief.
The one thing you must not do
is to turn away from it,
to deny it.
What you feel, the
enormity of it all,
is your love
for Catherine.
Now that is to be
cherished forever,
never to be forgotten.
That is... her gift to you.
I don't think I have
the strength to accept it.
Oh, yes, you do.
You had the courage to love her.
And you have the strength
now to honor her,
and you have me beside you.
I know this path.
Oh, hey, Dr. Marks?
Tell me,
what did you find?
Maxwell, I'm not supposed
to talk to you.
Joe, I need
to talk to you.
What are you
doing here?
I'm working.
What happened
to Sally Rogers?
We lost her.
Then the suspect
killed himself.
Look, I'm sorry
about Sally Rogers.
Joe, sit down.
I need to know
some things.
At the time Catherine
Chandler disappeared,
was she seeing anybody?
Seeing anybody?
Was she dating? Involved?
Not that I know of.
We found some notes
in her apartment
from some guy named Vincent.
She ever mention him to you?
No. She was real funny
about that stuff.
Okay, and besides
this guy, Vincent,
was there anybody else?
No.
Okay.
Joe, I want you
to clear your mind.
I'm gonna ask you a question.
I'm interested in your very
first response.
No thinking. I just
want you to respond.
When you remember
Catherine Chandler,
who makes you jealous?
What do you mean,
who makes me jealous?
You were in love with her.
Now, did she ever look at
anybody, mention anybody,
just for a second out of
nowhere, you were jealous?
Cathy Chandler
was my friend.
Cathy was pregnant.
Autopsy says she delivered
a child less than an hour
before she died.
Then they injected her
with morphine.
Now, whoever did this
kept her alive long enough
just to have the baby.
She never said anything to me.
I'm just throwing out
the possibility here,
but what if this
has more to do
with the baby
than with the case?
No.
Why not?
Look, I gave Cathy
a piece of evidence.
First, she turns up missing,
then she turns up murdered.
There's a connection
there.
Of course
there is a connection there,
but you have to keep
your mind open
to the fact of the pregnancy.
What this could mean...
I don't...!
I don't know what it could mean.
Well, consider it, Joe.
This could be the piece
that makes everything fit.
Now, I need to know.
I need to know
who the father of that baby is,
who might have wanted that baby.
I need to know
who made you jealous.
Elliot Burch.
Okay.
He wanted to marry her.
How long ago?
Right after she came
to work for us.
What happened?
She turned him down.
Did they stay in touch?
Yeah.
But I can't believe Burch would
have anything to do with this.
You're positive?
So, you think I had something
to do with Catherine's death?
Do you know
who did?
No.
You gonna find out?
I suppose...
if you do your job.
I'm sorry I couldn't
tell you anything more.
So am I.
How did you feel
about Vincent?
Who's Vincent?
The man she'd been seeing
for the last two years.
We never discussed him.
Did you ever meet him?
Nope.
Listen, I told you
everything I know.
I don't believe
you have, Mr. Burch.
But I would appreciate
you telling me the truth
about one thing.
What's that?
I want to find him, too,
so call me.
At least to tell me whether or
not I'm looking for a dead man.
I hate wasting my time.
Did the second set
of prints match the first?
What the hell is that
supposed to mean, huh?
Well, yeah, that's what
everybody keeps saying,
but what does that mean,
that they don't know
what they are?
Look, Billy,
just call Roscoe
and have him take
a look at them.
Yes, he'll be up.
Tell him that I told you
to call.
Yes, I want you to take pictures
of everybody.
Uh-huh. No, that's it.
Okay, bye.
Coming to bed soon?
Yeah, in a minute, babe.
Vincent.
Gone.
She's gone.
Now there's only you.
And me.
No.
No!
Vincent.
We loved.
There is a child.
You should be going.
Yes.
I know.
Vincent, I don't like
leaving you behind.
You must...
to be there for me.
And I will.
Father...
there's something that...
I couldn't tell you before.
Tell me now.
Catherine left me a child.
A-a child?
A son.
She said he is beautiful.
Vincent, dear God.
He was taken from her.
I only know he's alive
and I must find him,
bring him home.
There was a moment,
when the way was still new,
and I was afraid to hope...
You put your hand on mine
and nothing had ever
felt like that to me,
like your touch.
I wanted to weep.
You turned and looked at me.
Your eyes were filled
with dancing light
and I was bathed in your warmth
and I believed, in that moment,
that, even for me,
all things were possible.
In that moment,
in your light,
I felt what it is
to be beautiful.
How many lives
were touched by you?
How many lives were transformed
by your courage to give
and to love?
How many became beautiful
in your light?
We promised always
to share the truth...
always.
But, Catherine, there was
a truth beyond anything,
beyond everything I had ever
known, ever dreamed.
It was the truth
of all you gave,
of all you sacrificed for me.
The truth of your love
humbled me...
silenced me.
And the truth I could
never share with you
was the truth of how deeply
I loved you.
I will remember.
I will remember every moment,
every word,
every look, every touch.
Our love lives.
It will live forever.
Nothing will destroy us.
Love does not die.
You're safe.
You're safe now.
Sleep, my love.
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.
Her 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.
While I live, you live...
with me...
in me...
Always.
Always.
Ah, thank you, Nick.
Vincent.
I... found Catherine last night.
I... stayed with her, but...
the dawn...
ID, please.
Thank you.
Can you bag her hands?
I don't want to lose anything
on the way in.
Steve, I want you...
Yeah, one second,
once second.
Vincent...
Vincent, where are you?
Bruises on her wrists,
and at least one needle mark,
left forearm.
What kind of a needle mark?
Autopsy's scheduled
for tomorrow.
We won't know till then.
Who's doing it?
Dr. Marks.
What else?
One set of prints
and evidence of forced entry
from the balcony,
but no prints
on any other doors.
What does that mean?
Means we haven't found anything
on the other doors yet.
That's it?
Until we hear
from forensics.
What about the prints
on the balcony?
They're still checking.
Nick, as soon as
you hear something,
I want to know about it.
So you can do what?
Joe...
you got to realize this is
not your normal homicide.
Look, just do your best.
I always do my best.
I also know my limitations.
All I'm saying is I think
you might want to check out
some other alternatives.
Like what?
You ever heard of a unit
called the two-ten?
Yeah, special
crimes, right?
There's a woman on it,
uh, Diana Bennett?
Remember the Beserra case
last month?
Yeah, sure, I remember.
Bennett was the one
who dug out Tony Hernandez.
I thought that was the Bureau.
Bennett.
See, I got to catch whatever
they throw on my plate,
but she gets
to pick and choose.
She's got
this special arrangement.
Why, because
she's two-ten?
'Cause she's good.
Well, how come I
never heard of her?
She doesn't like
her name in the papers.
Why not, Nick?
I don't know,
why don't you ask her?
I gotta go.
Hey, take care of
yourself, Joe, okay?
And do what I told you.
Thanks, Nick.
Hello.
Hi, it's Joe Maxwell.
We talked this morning.
Hello?
I told you I can't do it.
Look, I have no place else
to go.
Please.
Hello?
Hello?
Fifth floor.
Where did you
get my address?
From your watch commander.
Did you call in a favor?
Yeah, a big one.
You realize this is completely
unfair of you.
All I'm asking you to do
is take a look at something.
You're
asking me
to set aside one case
for another,
and I can't do that.
Not even for one day?
Let me show you something.
This is where I've been
for the last four months.
And this is Sally Rogers,
ten years old.
Grabbed waiting for her mom
outside of school.
Every third Sunday the guy
sends her parents something.
Either a lock of hair
or a piece of clothing.
A shoe...
Yesterday a package arrived
with a small finger inside.
And the lab says
she's still alive.
What can I do for you,
Joe Maxwell?
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to bother you.
Sometimes I push too hard.
No, I was wrong to come here.
I'm sorry.
So, this woman...
was she important to you?
We worked together.
But it was more than that.
Romantic?
Friends.
And when she disappeared,
you asked to head
the investigation?
Don't tell me,
let me guess.
The trail went cold fast.
And you blamed
yourself.
And then you worked
harder and harder
until all your other work
suffered.
I was suspended.
And then you began
to dream about her
and your mind took
these illogical leaps
and you followed
absurd leads and intuitions,
and pretty soon you couldn't
think of anything else.
That's why I only work
on one case at a time.
They're all like that for you?
Yep.
Let me ask you something.
What do you
make of this?
A woman is violently kidnapped.
Six months later she turns up
dead in her own bed.
Only she wasn't
killed there.
She was murdered someplace else
and then brought there later.
Up 17 flights,
with no witnesses.
I don't know.
Nobody does.
And in three weeks,
nobody's going to care.
And that's why I came here.
I hope you find that girl.
Vincent.
Would you like
some hot tea?
No, thank you, Mary.
Is there anything...
anything I can do?
We all... all of us
are with you.
We share this
with you, Vincent.
The children.
Father spoke to them.
They're very frightened.
They're very worried
about you.
They want to see you.
I can't, Mary, I can't.
Well, what about the prints
on the balcony door?
Well, those were interesting.
No one seems to know
what they are.
What does that mean? Gloves?
No.
Well, we don't know.
We're not sure what
they are yet.
I got to go.
Call me back. I want to know.
Frank, look, I...
We're even now, okay?
Good luck.
Hi.
Hi, Jenny.
Come on in.
I'm sorry I didn't
call first.
It's okay.
Come here.
It's okay.
Come on, sit down.
Sit down.
I thought I would be
able to handle this.
I came because I wasn't sure
who to call
for the arrangements.
Well, I thought somebody
from her...
Oh.
I forgot all about her family.
Yeah, I think
it's you and me.
Yeah.
Did she suffer?
I don't know.
"And as the morning mists
had risen long ago
"when I first left to forage,
"so the evening mists
were rising now.
"And in all of the broad
expanse of tranquil light
they showed me, I saw no shadow
of another parting from her."
Thanks. Can you wait outside?
Sure. Just let me know
if you need something.
"With love's light wings
did I oe'er perch these walls.
Vincent"
I bet you had a name,
didn't you? Huh?
The book.
Though lovers be lost...
...love shall not.
Death shall have no dominion.
Vincent...
come here and
sit with me.
Father...
I know you're
in great pain.
Try to tell me.
Pain...
this pain I...
I cannot endure.
I know.
But you will.
I can't find
my way through it.
You must allow it
to pass over you.
Father, it's crushing.
Then let it.
Let it crush you.
Let it carry you away.
It will bring
you back.
No, not this time.
Yes, it will, Vincent.
I know this grief.
The one thing you must not do
is to turn away from it,
to deny it.
What you feel, the
enormity of it all,
is your love
for Catherine.
Now that is to be
cherished forever,
never to be forgotten.
That is... her gift to you.
I don't think I have
the strength to accept it.
Oh, yes, you do.
You had the courage to love her.
And you have the strength
now to honor her,
and you have me beside you.
I know this path.
Oh, hey, Dr. Marks?
Tell me,
what did you find?
Maxwell, I'm not supposed
to talk to you.
Joe, I need
to talk to you.
What are you
doing here?
I'm working.
What happened
to Sally Rogers?
We lost her.
Then the suspect
killed himself.
Look, I'm sorry
about Sally Rogers.
Joe, sit down.
I need to know
some things.
At the time Catherine
Chandler disappeared,
was she seeing anybody?
Seeing anybody?
Was she dating? Involved?
Not that I know of.
We found some notes
in her apartment
from some guy named Vincent.
She ever mention him to you?
No. She was real funny
about that stuff.
Okay, and besides
this guy, Vincent,
was there anybody else?
No.
Okay.
Joe, I want you
to clear your mind.
I'm gonna ask you a question.
I'm interested in your very
first response.
No thinking. I just
want you to respond.
When you remember
Catherine Chandler,
who makes you jealous?
What do you mean,
who makes me jealous?
You were in love with her.
Now, did she ever look at
anybody, mention anybody,
just for a second out of
nowhere, you were jealous?
Cathy Chandler
was my friend.
Cathy was pregnant.
Autopsy says she delivered
a child less than an hour
before she died.
Then they injected her
with morphine.
Now, whoever did this
kept her alive long enough
just to have the baby.
She never said anything to me.
I'm just throwing out
the possibility here,
but what if this
has more to do
with the baby
than with the case?
No.
Why not?
Look, I gave Cathy
a piece of evidence.
First, she turns up missing,
then she turns up murdered.
There's a connection
there.
Of course
there is a connection there,
but you have to keep
your mind open
to the fact of the pregnancy.
What this could mean...
I don't...!
I don't know what it could mean.
Well, consider it, Joe.
This could be the piece
that makes everything fit.
Now, I need to know.
I need to know
who the father of that baby is,
who might have wanted that baby.
I need to know
who made you jealous.
Elliot Burch.
Okay.
He wanted to marry her.
How long ago?
Right after she came
to work for us.
What happened?
She turned him down.
Did they stay in touch?
Yeah.
But I can't believe Burch would
have anything to do with this.
You're positive?
So, you think I had something
to do with Catherine's death?
Do you know
who did?
No.
You gonna find out?
I suppose...
if you do your job.
I'm sorry I couldn't
tell you anything more.
So am I.
How did you feel
about Vincent?
Who's Vincent?
The man she'd been seeing
for the last two years.
We never discussed him.
Did you ever meet him?
Nope.
Listen, I told you
everything I know.
I don't believe
you have, Mr. Burch.
But I would appreciate
you telling me the truth
about one thing.
What's that?
I want to find him, too,
so call me.
At least to tell me whether or
not I'm looking for a dead man.
I hate wasting my time.
Did the second set
of prints match the first?
What the hell is that
supposed to mean, huh?
Well, yeah, that's what
everybody keeps saying,
but what does that mean,
that they don't know
what they are?
Look, Billy,
just call Roscoe
and have him take
a look at them.
Yes, he'll be up.
Tell him that I told you
to call.
Yes, I want you to take pictures
of everybody.
Uh-huh. No, that's it.
Okay, bye.
Coming to bed soon?
Yeah, in a minute, babe.
Vincent.
Gone.
She's gone.
Now there's only you.
And me.
No.
No!
Vincent.
We loved.
There is a child.
You should be going.
Yes.
I know.
Vincent, I don't like
leaving you behind.
You must...
to be there for me.
And I will.
Father...
there's something that...
I couldn't tell you before.
Tell me now.
Catherine left me a child.
A-a child?
A son.
She said he is beautiful.
Vincent, dear God.
He was taken from her.
I only know he's alive
and I must find him,
bring him home.
There was a moment,
when the way was still new,
and I was afraid to hope...
You put your hand on mine
and nothing had ever
felt like that to me,
like your touch.
I wanted to weep.
You turned and looked at me.
Your eyes were filled
with dancing light
and I was bathed in your warmth
and I believed, in that moment,
that, even for me,
all things were possible.
In that moment,
in your light,
I felt what it is
to be beautiful.
How many lives
were touched by you?
How many lives were transformed
by your courage to give
and to love?
How many became beautiful
in your light?
We promised always
to share the truth...
always.
But, Catherine, there was
a truth beyond anything,
beyond everything I had ever
known, ever dreamed.
It was the truth
of all you gave,
of all you sacrificed for me.
The truth of your love
humbled me...
silenced me.
And the truth I could
never share with you
was the truth of how deeply
I loved you.
I will remember.
I will remember every moment,
every word,
every look, every touch.
Our love lives.
It will live forever.
Nothing will destroy us.
Love does not die.
You're safe.
You're safe now.
Sleep, my love.