Beauty and the Beast (1987–1990): Season 3, Episode 4 - Snow - 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, what is it?

I was... lost...

the storm.

You were dreaming.



There is no storm.

You're in your chamber.

My...

My chamber...

Last night, I was above...
in the park.

Jamie found you

at the junction door.

You'd been shot.

Ooh, rest...

Vincent.

It'll be all right.

It's the second time

he's fallen asleep
on watch.

Is this true, Stephen?

I never meant to...

I was tired, that's all.

I didn't get much sleep.

You didn't get
any sleep at all.

Well, how long has this
been going on?

You should've told me.

Insomnia can be
the first symptoms

of, uh...

Uh-huh.

It's my fault too.

Stephen was with me.

It's not like there were
any intruders or anything.

Nobody got hurt.

This time.

Look, Stephen, there is nothing
wrong with wanting to be

with someone you care about,

but you mustn't ignore
your other responsibilities.

Maybe...

Maybe if I did some
extra turns at sentry duty...

Yes.

I think
that would be very fair.

And you can start...

Tomorrow might be good.

Thank you, Father.

Thanks.

How long has
this been going on?

Last time I looked,

they were still
fighting over toys.

Mary needs you right away.

Vincent's waking up.

Oh, thank God.

I dreamt...

there was a storm
in the tunnels.

He's still feverish.

Oh, we'll get a grip
on that soon enough.

Peter sent down
some antibiotics.

We'll have to watch out
for infection, of course,

but otherwise, I'd prescribe
a few weeks bed rest.

I have to go above.

Vincent! Father...

That's
out of the question.
Vincent...

No, no...
You're much too weak.
I have to...

I took two bullets
out of you last night.

You've been running
a fever for hours.

You're in no condition
to go anywhere.

I'll get William to bring
you up a light meal,

if you think
you can manage some food.

You need your strength.

Now, Mary, keep him in bed,

and if there's any change
at all in his condition,

report to me at once.

That fever, Father,
he's burning up.

Yes, yes, I know it.

It frightens me, too, Mary.

But, uh, maybe
the antibiotics will, um...

You know
how quickly he heals,

but with this
massive blood loss...

Maybe a transfusion?

With his blood chemistry,
a transfusion

would likely kill him.

No, the only cure is time.

And he must not reopen
those wounds.

Any more blood loss and...

Cold night.

Yes. Winter's coming.

How long have you been here?

Just long enough to make sure
you came alone.

I've outgrown those games.

I have a job for you.

I'm retired.

Un-retire.

Why should I?

There's money in it.

You're boring me.

For old time's sake.

For old time's sake...

I could kill you quick.

You could try...

but then there'd be no one left
to blame.

You'd be all alone.

I heard about your little war.

It's no challenge for me to kill
a guy like Elliott Burch.

Well, Burch is an inconvenience.

I... wouldn't dream of wasting

a man of your
talents on him.

There are others ways to solve
that problem.

You've heard about our little
merry-go-round murders?

Friends of yours?

I had years invested in Moreno.

That's too bad.

Politicians don't come
with a warranty.

Do you?

Moreno and Gates
were ripped apart.

Eviscerated by some thing

with inhuman
strength and speed.

The police are keeping
a lid on it.

They seem to think
the particulars might be

too ugly for, uh...
public consumption.

You might be interested in this.

The night this
tape was made,

eight armed men
were ripped apart,

like Moreno.

Creature features.

Maybe I should make popcorn.

Snow.

I have a child.

A son.

I don't kill children anymore.

Not even yours.

Police continue
to remain silent

on last night's
brutal slasher murders

at the Central Park carousel,

pending the results
of an autopsy.

The appointment of an acting
district attorney to serve out

the remainder of John Moreno's
term is expected

by the end of the day,

but so far, the mayor's office
has refused comment on rumors

linking Moreno
to organized crime.

On Wall Street, spokesmen
for Burch Properties Group had

no comment on the company's
continued sharp decline.

What's that?

It's a rose bush.

A former rose bush.

Don't you usually
prefer live plants?

It was Cathy Chandler's.

I found it
out on her terrace.

Come on, baby.

Have another drink.
I know you are going to make it.

I don't think so.

No, this one's got life in it.

I can feel it.

Am I gonna see you for dinner
tonight?

Um...

Not tonight.

Spelunking again?

Only in Manhattan.

Pascal.

I'm not
disturbing you.

No. Come in.

Just came to see how
you were doing;

whether you needed
anything.

Father and Mary have made sure
I lack for nothing,

though they're both determined
to keep me in this chamber.

Only till you're well.

You need to recuperate.

It seems as though I've spent
half my life recuperating.

Great Expectations.

Do you remember the first
time we read this book?

We all took turns.

Winslow, Devin, Molly.

It was...

the book I read to Catherine
when I...

I didn't mean to awaken
painful memories.

Some memories never sleep.

Bitter and sweet,

dark and bright,

they stay with us.

When I read the books
I shared with Catherine...

I can feel
her presence...

in the room with me.

Beyond the light
of the candle,

listening...

smiling...

...but afterwards,
when the... story ends

and I put the book down
to look for her...

...all stories end, Pascal.

Yes.

But we can always
read them again.

"My father's family name
being Pirrup,

"and my Christian name Phillip,

"my infant tongue
can make of both names

"nothing longer

or more explicit
than Pip."

Uh-huh.

Excuse me?
G-7.

Excuse me, are these the
only maps that you have

of the tunnels under
Central Park?

I'm afraid so.

What are you looking for?

Last night, I was
underneath this building

on Central Park West,

and there was this
whole network

of these old brick
tunnels down there...

And you can't find them
on the maps.

No, I can't.

Doesn't surprise me.

There are hundreds of miles
of old tunnels down there.

Did you know that
when they built

the subways,

they found a station
from an earlier subway

that had been forgotten
for 30 years?

It's true.

Can you imagine,

losing a whole subway station?

Mm, yeah, well, just so long
it's not Fourth Street,

'cause that's where
I've got to change trains.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Gabriel.

How did you get in here?

I have 20 men patrolling
the grounds.

Nineteen.

I watched your tape,

then I went to
the carousel.

Your friend Moreno
wounded him.

The blood spots... faint.

The NYPD, they
missed it.

I followed the trail.

It dead ends at a drainage
tunnel under the park.

Sometimes a dead end
is the best place to begin.

He's beautiful...

Yes.

Qin Dynasty grave figure.

2,000 years old.

I'm not talking
about the stupid statue.

He's not human.

So few of us are
these days.

What do you think he is?

My enemy.

You're frightened, Gabe.

You're not
sleeping nights,

knowing that he's
out there somewhere.

But I'm gonna fix it for you.

So you can sleep like a babe.

Papa.

Then do it!

If you can.

I can.

Uh, can I help you?

No, I'm fine.

Well, you're sitting
at my desk.

This is Cathy
Chandler's desk.

That was before
I was hired.

Oh.

Okay.

Um, look, could
you tell me

where the, uh, District
Attorney's office is?

Yeah, uh,
down the hall.

Uh-huh.
Third door

on the right,

past the water
fountain.
Great. Thank you.

Excuse me.
I'm Diana Bennett.

I'm looking for the new
acting district att--

Joe.

Hi.

You?
Well,

till the next election, anyway.

Weird thing is, the suspension
worked out in my favor.

All the dirt turning up
on Moreno,

was a good as a commendation.

You don't look too happy
about this promotion.

I used to dream that, someday,
I'd sit behind this desk.

Only I didn't want it to happen
this way.

You see, I trusted John Moreno.

Oh, you shouldn't
trust anybody.

Gotta get used to
that feeling.

You got no friends in
this world, Maxwell.

I don't believe that.

Ah, good for you.

Now, you sent for me.

Yeah, I did.

I want you
on the Moreno case.

Does this mean that
you're taking me off of
Cathy Chandler's case?

It's the same case.

I think we both know that.

Well, I guess we do.

Vincent!

Dear God, are
you all right?

What is it?

Storm--
I saw it coming.

Snow howling
through the junction door.

Wind as cold
as death.

There is no storm, Vincent.

I could feel it.

You had a dream.

This was more than a dream.

Just listen

to yourself, Vincent.

Snow? Wind? That's absurd.

No storm can reach us down here,
you know that.

It's your fever talking.

No.

I saw the dead--
frozen and faceless.

I saw my own death.

And now you
seek it out.

Do you want to die, is that it?

She's gone,
Vincent!

You can't buy her life back

with your own blood.

You won't find her again
by embracing death.

Are you so sure, Father?

Vincent?

Vincent!

How is he?

He's gone above.

He can't.
He's in no condition.

I know... but he
wouldn't listen.

We'll go after him,
bring him back.

For his own good.
No! No.

But I want you
to get a message to

Pascal.

Tell him I want an all-quiet
on the pipes.

And put all the sentries

on full alert.

Why?

Just, uh...

Just in case.

What's wrong?

An all-quiet.

What's going on?

I don't know.

Father put all the sentries
on special alert.

An intruder?

No one's seen anything.

Have you heard
from all the outposts?
Yes.

Except Stephen.

He's down by
the water tunnels.

He's probably asleep.

Send it again.

Use the emergency
reply code.

Do you?

Oh, Stephen.

I love your eyes.

So silly, I
love your eyes.

Like my eyelashes?

What's the matter?

The pipes.

Listen.
I only...

Shh.

I better go check.

Stay here.

Okay.

No! No!

No...!

Any news on Stephen?

No.
Did you use

the emergency-reply code?

Twice.

Do you think something's wrong?

I don't know.

Who's manning the outpost
underneath the Belvedere Castle?

Old Sam.

He's the closest.

Have him check on Stephen.

Zach?

Tell him to be careful.

What was his name?

Your boy's name?

Stephen.

Stephen.

And yours?

Look at me!

Your name?

Broo... Brooke. Brooke.

Close your eyes, Brooke.

You won't
feel any pain.

I'm coming.

"Vincent."

Where are you?

It's my fault.

I should have
gone myself.

I thought...

Sam was the closest.

I sent him to be killed.

Pascal, no.

You couldn't have known.

Mouse heard gunfire.
Where?

Down in the serpentine,
under the north well.

They were headed down.

Vincent's leading him
away from us.

I'm going to go get my crossbow.
Come back!

Jamie, come back here!

God's sake,
do you think you're

going to stop this...
this butcher with a child's toy?

Don't you understand?

Vincent saw his own death.

He's gone up
there to die.

To buy our lives...
with his own.

"Greater love hath
no man than this...

"that a man lay down his life...

...for his friends."

Now, please, let us not
throw away this gift.

Okay... that's one for you.

I know you're out there.

Whew.

Time for the endgame.

You can run, hide...

it doesn't matter.

When you look behind you,
I'll be there.

Where are you?

Here.

I can't see you.

I know.

Do you have a name?

Yes.

I always learn the names.

All the names.

Do you?

I know their faces.

I don't suppose you'd want
to call this a draw?

I guess that's a no.

He sent you.

Who? Gabriel?

Is that his name?

One of them.

It's your child, isn't it?

That's why he wants it.

Here.

A peace offering.

You still there?

I'm tired of playing
ring-around-the-rosy.

That game ends how?

All fall down.

Gabriel.

Gabriel!