Previously on Beauty & the Beast... Vincent, don't!
(growls)
CATHERINE: DHS is everywhere looking for you.
You killed the deputy secretary.
JT: Graydal is not just your everyday security firm.
They're like Blackwater on steroids.
Pretty ballsy move, you walking in here that way.
Well, I can't keep running.
And you think what--
that I'm running a shelter here for fugitives?
My client-- he still has questions.
Come on, Braxton, who is this guy?
What does he want from me?
My job is to find out
what kind of beast you really are.
Vincent's working undercover for Homeland Security.
Hi, I'm agent Olivia Dylan.
But I'm not about to let innocent people die
just to protect my identity.
Nor will we let you use Vincent to do whatever else
you wanted him to do.
I didn't want Vincent to do something.
I wanted him to stop something.
Something only a beast can stop.
Please don't tell me there's another beast out there.
Are you sure that this is Braxton?
DNA and dental records match.
It seems we have another beast on our hands.
¶ What if we just want ¶
¶ To dance tonight ¶
¶ Why don't we run away? ¶
This is supposed to be me? Chen Wang,
born 1952, 147 pounds. Come on,
this is worse than the fake ID you made me in high school. Hey,
Hugh Jass got us a six-pack on prom night, thank you very much.
I'm not buying beer, I'm trying to evade
an international manhunt here.
By running away. That's what evade means.
I know what it means. I spent ten years
sleeping in abandoned buildings to keep you safe, remember?
Like it was yesterday. And that was before
traffic cameras, drones and social media.
Creating a fake identity today is almost impossible.
You'll be on the run, looking over your shoulder
for the rest of your life.
I can't believe Cat is on board with this idea.
Actually, she doesn't even know I'm talking to you.
Come on, don't give me that look.
Of course I would never leave without her, but...
we're meeting today to discuss our options.
JT,
Braxton-- he forced me to either kill innocent people
or risk complete exposure, okay?
I won't be backed into a corner again.
And you made the right decision, but now it's only
a matter of time before DHS
finds Braxton's video of you beasting out.
Which is gonna close the window on any chance
of us living anywhere else in the world. Ever.
So are you gonna help us or what?
Fine, you have one really bad option.
But in case you forgot, there's another beast out there.
Running away isn't gonna solve that.
Well, tell that to Braxton.
(oven timer dings)
HEATHER: Who are you? Catherine Chandler
does not bake muffins. Unless this is
how you're dealing with your life
falling apart, in which case hand me
a mixing bowl, because I have issues, too.
Okay, deciding whether to move in
with your boyfriend is not an issue,
Heather. And I made these muffins for Tess.
To apologize for stealing evidence and lying to her face?
I also wrote her a heartfelt card.
Oh. Look, Tess chose
law and order, and I chose Vincent.
But now that Braxton's been killed by a new beast...
Wait, what?
God, I really thought Vincent was the only beast left.
As scary as it is, this new beast is also an opportunity.
If Vincent and I can
bring him in just like we did with Liam,
then maybe we can make a deal
with DHS to exonerate Vincent.
But first I need access
to the murder investigation,
and since I've lost my badge...
Twice.
I need Tess. Mm.
Got a minute? Brought Scotch.
I hate Scotch. But...
I made you muffins.
(sighs) I hate muffins.
That you made. Sorry.
Right. Wine?
God, yes.
Okay.
Hmm.
¶ People go 'round talkin'... ¶
I know I don't have any right to ask you for favors.
And I'm sorry that I'm gonna use the "B" word,
but if we can find the beast that killed Braxton...
You could make a deal with DHS and exonerate Vincent.
Unless it wasn't a beast and I'm just grasping at straws.
I wish.
Look, I'm in a tough spot, Cat.
I am supposed to catch Vincent, not work with him.
So if I agree to this, we're not doing things
the vigilante beast way. There has to be rules.
You would not be saying this if you didn't also have a lead.
Rule number one: no lies, no cover-ups.
Tess, did you find a connection between beasts and Braxton?
Rule number two: trust the system, okay?
You and Vincent catch the beast, but I arrest the man.
Okay, anything, just show me what you have.
¶ ¶
Lars Ecklund.
Big-time mergers and acquisitions guy
and client of Graydal.
A few years ago he bought out a failed company.
Muirfield?
Of course, DHS doesn't know about beasts,
so they didn't make the connection.
But there has to be.
Braxton must have learned about beasts from Ecklund.
Yeah, but Ecklund's not gonna say anything about beasts
to the police. But something
tells that me Vincent could loosen his tongue.
And I don't mean that literally. Rule number three:
no tongue-loosening. Okay, he has never done that.
Yeah, Cat, but something tells me that when he finds out
Muirfield is back, it could open up new possibilities.
You're sure this is the only way out?
Yeah, this tunnel leads directly under
the parking garage of Lars Ecklund's building.
Come on, I don't mean that, I mean this-- it-it seems
so familiar, making a deal with DHS.
We've done this before.
Yeah, and it worked.
For a while.
Vincent, what other choice do we have?
I don't know. Maybe we could
come up with something different.
Such as?
Such as I spoke to JT, he's getting us new identities.
Passports, bank accounts, everything we need.
Okay... (short chuckle) That's your new plan-- to run?
It's... it's not my plan, it's a plan, okay?
And it may be our only plan if we run out of time here.
Okay, well, we don't have to decide yet,
you know? We can pursue both plans.
Plan "A," we talk
to Ecklund, find the new beast,
and live happily ever after.
Plan "B," your thing.
It's not my thing, we spoke about this.
That was before. Before what?
Okay, Lars Ecklund isn't just
a big Wall Street client of Graydal's.
He kind of bought Muirfield.
Sorry? Uh, the Muirfield
that turned me into what I am?
The-the Muirfield we destroyed years ago, that Muirfield?
Yeah. I didn't want to tell you till we got here
'cause I wasn't sure how you'd react.
Yeah.
Pretty much what I thought.
(grunting)
Vincent, are you okay?
Something was just here.
What?
I don't know.
Whatever the hell this thing is.
Look.
Is that Ecklund?
Yeah. What's left of him.
God, I hope JT's having better luck,
because plan "A" just came to an end.
¶ ¶
TESS: All right, so our only lead
is dead and there's an untrackable beast
targeting people who might have been reviving Muirfield. Great.
Did you sense anything?
Yeah, but it was weird. I mean, I sensed something,
but it's like he was invisible or camouflaged.
I may have found something.
I was going through Ecklund's things...
You mean illegally searching
without a warrant, but go on.
And I found this.
A secure cell phone? A few calls were made
to the same number immediately after Braxton was killed.
Who was Ecklund calling?
Albert Garrus.
The head of a medical technologies company.
Huh. So, we got a professional warrior,
a money man who's connected to a scientist.
You know what, it's sounding like Muirfield 3.0 to me.
Hold on, that's kind of a leap.
Garrus is a billionaire and philanthropist.
We don't even know if he's heard of beasts.
But if he has, he could be the next target.
Yeah, and if he's trying to restart Muirfield,
then I want to know about it.
So we can take proper legal action, right?
Sure.
Absolutely.
But we need to get to Garrus first.
Well, that's gonna be difficult. All of Braxton's rich friends
have lawyered up since the murder.
Which is why we need you to hold off
on reporting Ecklund's murder.
Are you kidding me?
Ecklund's a high-profile guy.
If DHS finds out that he was killed like Braxton
and I withheld the report, I'll be a fugitive, too.
Okay, Tess, if Garrus finds out
that Ecklund was killed the same way as Braxton,
then he's gonna bolt.
Possibly right into the hands of the new beast.
Unless we use Ecklund's phone
to send a message to Garrus to set up a meeting.
If this doesn't work, you owe me a lot more than muffins.
Like, probably a new job.
Oh, my God, what a surprise.
Roses. Actually, the name's Kyle.
The guy who asked you to move in with him,
remember? And I still haven't given you an answer yet.
I am so sorry. Things have been really crazy with my sister.
Well, that's not a surprise.
Heather, we really need to talk.
I'm worried about you.
Whatever you're involved in, it feels a lot
bigger than family drama. You could say that.
Just talk to me.
Kyle, you know, I wish I could,
but I have to go meet...
someone to do...
Let me guess-- something?
I'm sorry.
But I promise I will come meet you after work
and tell you an answer then, okay?
Okay.
Thank you.
Agent Dylan. It's Kyle.
Apparently Cat and Vincent are still in the city.
I don't know what to say.
Garrus has to think that Ecklund is texting him.
How do billionaires talk to each other?
I don't know. Try using a lot of dollar sign emojis.
Fine, I'll keep it short and urgent.
"We need to talk in person.
Now." (text whooshes)
Guess I'm not good at pretending to be someone else.
We're gonna be doing a lot of that if we decide to run.
You know what, remind me to tell JT to make us filthy rich, okay?
Yeah, but all the money in the world didn't save Ecklund.
He died looking over his shoulder.
Look, I don't want to run either, but if that tape
is released... Then we don't have a choice.
I know. We lose our city, we lose our friends.
Everything that makes us us.
We won't lose that. Come on.
(phone dings)
"4:30, Pier Side Market.
Need to stay safe."
Yeah. Sounds like Garrus
is looking over his shoulder, too.
Hey. Hey.
Okay, I have
a double shot latte...
Hey, thanks.
...a family photo album and Cat's high school yearbook
from when she was a sophomore.
Full disclosure, that was her awkward year.
I'm sure Cat was always beautiful.
Wow. Girl mullet.
Yeah. So you're obviously not making
a Cat and Vincent scrapbook. What do old photos
have to do with catching this new beast?
Nothing. Cat and Vincent are...
weighing their options.
Well, what does that mean?
It means you and I are doing nothing.
What?
Wait, you're not even gonna try?
God, JT, I for one am tired of beasts, okay?
I'm tired of us putting our lives on hold.
Is it too much to ask for Vincent and Cat just to be safe?
I think somebody should at least
put a stop to this once and for all.
Great idea, why didn't I think of that?
Oh, wait, I did.
14 years of my life,
my career, my relationship with Tess, tenure.
I gave it all up because I thought
keeping my friends safe was what I was meant to do.
And now, all I can do is buy airline tickets,
forge passports, and create new identities
so that my best friends could run away forever.
How do you think that makes me feel?
Wait, I'm sorry, did you just say that
Vincent and Cat are running away forever?
Nice flowers. They from Kyle?
(indistinct conversations)
CATHERINE: Interesting choice for a safe place to meet.
Public market's pretty open.
Yeah, well, it makes sense
if a beast attack is what you're afraid of.
Garrus knows about beasts.
And if this new one shows up, I want to see him coming.
Keep your eyes open. I'm sending the text now.
(phone chimes)
Okay, I got him. Gray cap. He's coming your way.
Yeah. Yeah, I see him.
Dr. Garrus.
Catherine Chandler. Do you have a minute?
I'm sorry. I'm meeting somebody. Yes, I know.
Lars Ecklund.
He won't be able to make it.
Who are you?
Catherine Chandler. I work with the NYPD.
Ecklund is dead.
And if you know anything about Muirfield, you may be in danger.
I don't know what you're talking about.
(beeping)
It's here. It's found me.
(high-pitched ringing) (groaning)
Vincent, what's happening?
Hey! Come on!
Go, go! Go after him!
MAN: Hey!
(ringing stops)
(panting)
Wait! We're trying to help!
Stop. There's too many people around.
What the hell just happened?
I don't know. But he dropped this.
Pretty sure it's some kind of sensing device with
a high-pitched frequency that brought me to my damn knees.
Pretty sure this guy knows a beast is after him.
Yeah, but now he thinks you're the beast.
(horns honking)
How did Garrus get away? You're a beast.
Actually, that's the reason he got away.
Garrus knew a beast was after him. He had sensors
and a weaponized alarm.
(sighs) We're gonna have to get JT onto this thing.
Track him down and get some answers fast.
Well, I'd like some answers, too.
When were you guys planning on telling me
you're forging passports and planning on running away forever?
Wait, you guys are running away?
I can explain. Can you?
Because you promised to aid a lawful investigation,
not use me to track down the new beast and then cut and run.
Since when are you two going after the new beast?
Vincent acted like that was a tomorrow problem.
Yeah. To be fair, it-it seemed like it happened yesterday.
Look, we didn't lie to any of you.
Vincent and I have two plans, and we haven't
decided on either of them yet.
Either we're gonna go after the new beast
and make a deal with DHS or...
Vincent's thing.
My thing? Yeah, although your plan "A"
isn't really working out either, now that our only lead
has taken off in a freakin' speedboat. Well,
we can't leave without new identities. Okay. I'm almost there.
Except, due to heightened airport security,
fake identities aren't reliable, so we need to find actual people
who are preferably... recently deceased. No biggie.
CATHERINE: Well, there goes plan "B." Yeah, so all we need now
is for DHS to find that tape of me and we're out of all options.
So why are we even arguing? We're arguing
because I'm about to lose my sister forever.
(indistinct chatter)
Heath! Hey, wait!
Look, whatever happens, it's gonna be okay.
How? Cat, you and Vincent
fight this new beast, chances are I lose you.
You and Vincent run away, I lose you.
Or DHS finds that video of Vincent and carts him off
to Area 51, and then what? I lose you.
Wow, Mom was right. You should have been a lawyer.
Cat... Okay,
if Vincent and I have to leave...
But Vincent can go without you.
You know that he can't.
And I can't stay without him.
Whatever we do, we do it together.
Just... I've already lost so much
because of this beast thing, Cat.
And not just finding a job or...
or moving in with Kyle, but...
I mean, we lost Mom.
And Dad. And I really don't want to have
to lose you, too. You're right.
You shouldn't have to give up any more of your life
for Vincent and me.
This isn't your fight-- it's ours.
But I'm a part of it.
Cat, I'm your sister. I'm supposed to protect you.
I'm your big sister. I'm supposed to protect you.
Heath,
I want you to be happy.
And if Vincent and I do have to leave,
just know that wherever I am, I love you.
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah, you know, it's just, uh,
been a hell of a day.
Found out that Muirfield isn't really gone after all.
You know, this beast thing is never gonna end.
And if we do have to run,
I'm gonna break Catherine's heart.
And mine.
(chuckles) Yeah, you mean you're gonna miss Cat, right?
'Cause you've never really been one of my fans.
I haven't been a fan of breaking the law?
Or putting my life and career in jeopardy? No.
But the way you love my friend, the way you...
the way you keep her safe...
You're right. I don't like the beast.
But I will miss the man.
Well played.
(quietly): You know, JT was crazy for ever letting you go.
Thank you.
But it's not like I've gone very far. (chuckles)
Beast hug? No.
Yes. Vincent. Oh, God.
Any sign of Garrus? None. Apparently it's easier
to disappear than I thought. Okay, wait.
How are we supposed to find this guy, protect him,
when he thinks he's protecting himself from us?
If Vincent goes anywhere near Garrus, he'll run. Maybe
we don't need Garrus. H-He definitely knows enough
about the new beast to make a sensor and a weapon.
If he knows more, it could be in his lab.
If we could get the names of the people he experimented on,
it could give us a lead on the identity of the new beast.
And if Muirfield 3.0 is starting up again, I sure as hell
would like to stop it. Hey, I'm all about putting that genie back in the bottle,
but Garrus is still an important witness.
Okay, well, while JT is surveilling on Garrus,
Catherine and I can break into the lab. Uh, it might make
more sense for Cat and Tess to stay while you
and I break into Garrus' lab.
Uh, I'll have a better sense of what we're looking at.
Okay. Sounds like a plan. Or it sounds like
a chance for JT to have one last cool mission
with his best friend.
¶ ¶
(trilling)
(beeping)
You're loving this, aren't you?
Just a little.
Come on, if this is our last mission, it's a big deal.
Breaking and entering, risking our lives.
You're the only friend I have who I'd do this with.
I'm the only friend you have, period. I have
other people. You just happen to take a lot of my time. I know.
Which is why, when this is all over,
you promise me you get back out there, you get your life back,
and, most importantly,
you get Tess back, okay?
Enough nagging. You're ruining the mission.
Do you need some help? Maybe I'll just bust
this thing down. No. No, no, no, no. You don't have to beast out.
When you and Cat are gone forever, I'm...
gonna need to open my own doors.
(trilling)
(beeping)
(click)
Boom.
(chuckles)
We're gonna need a bigger bottle.
The DNA fragmentor,
multiple PCRs, uh,
a cellular printer. Theoretically,
you can print living organisms on this thing.
This is like Muirfield on crack.
Garrus has equipment I never thought I'd see in my life.
And he's got something I hoped I would never see again.
Braxton's beast cage.
Catherine and Tess better find Garrus,
'cause we got a lot to talk about.
TESS: I can't find Garrus anywhere.
There's no surveillance on the speedboat, and all
of his registered vehicles are already accounted for.
The guy either disappeared, or I'm just the worst detective.
Okay, well, that isn't true.
(sighs) Thank you. Come on, Tess.
We've solved hundreds of these cases over the years.
Remember Franco Vega?
That drug kingpin who changed cars
more than he changed shirts?
Yeah, until we could figure out how to track his phone.
Cat, I don't have clearance. Come on, Tess.
You know, it would make things a lot easier
if you and I didn't work so well together.
If you and Vincent have to leave...
(exhales) I'm never gonna find a better partner.
I'm never gonna find a better friend.
TESS: It's Garrus.
Where is he?
Closer than we thought.
VINCENT: Wait, wait, hold up. What do you mean by "super beasts,"
exactly? I mean, from what you told me
about the new beast having camouflage
and-and what I'm seeing here,
these guys weren't just replicating Muirfield--
they were enhancing it.
(phone rings)
Hey. Look,
I think we're in trouble here. CATHERINE: I know.
We found Garrus. He's in the building.
Vincent?
Don't touch the doors!
They're electrified.
What's happening?!
It's Garrus.
(high-pitched ringing)
(shouting)
(ringing stops)
(grunting)
Stop! No!
He's our only lead to the new beast!
(panting)
You could have killed him.
Oh, he'll live.
More to the point, he'll talk.
(bell chimes)
(creaking)
Dr. Garrus.
Good morning.
Where am I? Who are you people?
NYPD. And friends.
JT: Relax.
He's not the beast you're after.
Checking for concussion.
Okay, you took a nasty bump to the head.
Eyes with me.
The only reason I know
is because I'm the one who gave it to you.
But you're a... CATHERINE: Beast.
That's what Muirfield used to call them. Yeah. Unless you
and your friends came up with a catchier name, along with
the other improvements you were working on in the lab.
TESS: Dr. Garrus, you're in danger. And if we're going
to protect you, we need you to answer a few questions.
No, you-you can't protect me.
You have no idea what it's capable of.
Okay, listen, you can't protect yourself.
Those stupid toys you have, they couldn't even take me down,
let alone whatever's coming next.
Look, face it, okay?
I'm probably the only chance you got right now.
(siren wailing)
Hey. I thought we were meeting after my shift.
Yeah, I know. But, um,
I made my decision, and I didn't want to wait any longer.
Okay.
(exhales)
I want to move in with you.
Really? Yeah.
You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.
Let me grab my jacket,
and we'll go celebrate. Okay.
Room 412. The couple was DOA. House fire.
I'll input the files, and then you can get them to the morgue.
(indistinct chatter)
(exhales)
Have you seen my girlfriend?
Uh, no.
Have you seen my files?
GARRUS: Braxton knew
about Muirfield from his days at the NSA.
He said he had a client from a foreign country
that was interested in one of Muirfield's assets.
Turning humans into killing machines.
So Braxton asked Ecklund to acquire Muirfield,
and you identified the formula?
No, I improved it.
The formula was flawed, outdated.
Braxton's client wanted a weapon
stronger than anything that Muirfield had made.
So that's when you added the camouflage? Among
other things. They were armored,
impenetrable, much, much smarter.
Hey, the old beasts were plenty smart, okay?
TESS: What did the client need
this super beast for? There was some threat
that only a weaponized human could stop.
Braxton's client traded vital information
to National Security in exchange.
So the State Department approved this?
Well, there wasn't time, but then,
when Braxton delivered the prototype,
the State Department opened an investigation.
Ecklund and I couldn't risk that kind of exposure,
so we agreed that Braxton had to take the blame.
Dr. Garrus, if we're gonna find the beast
that killed Braxton and Ecklund, we're gonna need the names
of the people that you experimented on.
The client supplied and recruited all the subjects.
I only knew them by their lab numbers.
Okay, what was the name of the client?
I don't know. CATHERINE: What happened
to the prototype you delivered?
Braxton said it had been destroyed,
along with the other subjects. Oh, Braxton was wrong, wasn't he?
'Cause those subjects were human beings,
and they weren't destroyed.
They were murdered by you and your team
to try and turn them into some kind of monsters.
And that prototype that got away--
"it," as you call him--
is gonna seek revenge on your corrupted ass.
I made a mistake, a mistake,
and I am truly, truly sorry.
It's a little too late for that.
You took away
innocent people's lives... Doctor.
Vincent? What?
It's the same thing over and over again, okay?
We can't stop it this time.
What do you mean? I mean, whatever the hell they've created--
it's stronger, it's faster, it's smarter,
it's freakin' invisible for God's sake, okay?
If it wants Garrus, it's gonna get him.
And you're fine with that? Yeah, I'm fine with it, okay?
Because he... he is not an innocent. But you... you are.
Vincent, you killed Hill in self-defense, and the only way
that we're gonna get DHS to exonerate you is
if we save Garrus and bring in this new beast.
All right, well, it might be too late.
I just got an urgent text from Agent Dylan.
DHS wants me to come in right away.
You think they saw the video?
I don't know, but it can't be good.
JT hasn't even finished the passports yet.
Then we should bring in the new beast now.
Yeah, and talking to him isn't gonna do much, is it?
(growling)
Vincent, no! (Garrus yells)
What are you doing? I...
am gonna use you... as bait.
(beep, sighs) JT programmed the beast alarm
to exclude you, but it should still sense the new beast.
You sure that's enough blood for him to track?
Yeah, well, I would have taken more,
but Garrus was looking a little woozy.
Come on, you heard him.
This super beast is supposed to be able
to do everything I can do and a whole lot more.
Yeah, that's not exactly reassuring. Come on.
We took down Liam, didn't we? Yeah, but we've never had
to face a beast that was specifically designed
to be better than you.
Well...
I know one thing
that this beast doesn't have that I do.
Desperation?
No. You.
Come on. We're gonna be fine, okay?
This beast cage was built specifically for him,
the stun gun, the alarm, everything.
We're gonna be absolutely fine.
But what if Heather's right, and we're pressing our luck?
This could be a suicide mission.
Come on. We don't have a choice.
This is our last chance at making a deal with DHS.
You sure you don't want one of these?
Are you kidding? I don't need that thing.
DYLAN: I just found out that Lars Ecklund,
a client of Braxton's, was murdered
the same way Braxton was, and that you withheld the report.
I had reason to believe that going public
with Ecklund's murder would compromise the investigation
and put another life in danger.
Whose life? Albert Garrus?
It's, um... it's complicated. No.
It's really very simple. You appear to be going
down the same path as your former partner.
Working outside the law,
pursuing your own agenda,
instead of bringing in Vincent Keller.
Look, I told you, there was something bigger going on here.
Whoever killed Braxton...
Solving Braxton's murder is not your job.
Yes, it is! If I can bring the murderer in,
it'll explain everything.
Braxton's relationship with Keller,
what really happened to Deputy Secretary Hill.
If we can find the truth, maybe Keller will turn himself in.
I just need you to give me an hour, okay?
Then we can both have what we want.
All right.
You can have an hour.
Thank you. But if you think explaining Hill's murder is gonna lead
to exoneration of Keller, it's never gonna happen.
What are you talking about?
If we have proof that Vincent was acting
out of self-defense, then he's not a criminal.
All right, off the record...
I believe you.
Vincent led DHS to Braxton,
he saved the life of that security guard
in the Lewis case.
But I've already run exoneration up the flagpole,
and the secretary of Homeland Security was very clear.
Vincent killed one of our own.
There'll be no deal, no mercy.
Not for him or for anyone who protects him.
So, that's all you've got?
Just saying. Tranq gun's pretty primitive.
What don't you just use a whip and a chair?
Do you use that
to control him?
Vincent is my friend. I don't control him.
He could listen to me more maybe.
Where are Cat and Vincent?
(panting)
Who's he?
Albert Garrus, new bad guy.
Cat and Vincent are... busy.
(phone buzzes) Well... hey, they're fighting...
the beast, aren't they?
Tell them to get back here so that they can go!
Wait. Are these...? Death certificates.
I stole them from the hospital. They haven't been entered
into the system yet. I know Cat told me
that I shouldn't give up any more of my life for beasts, but
she's my sister. If I can protect her,
then this is my fight, too.
Heather, this is amazing.
You just did more
to protect them than I ever could.
I'm gonna go.
Oh, oh, whoa, whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
(Heather gasps)
Oh, JT!
(gasps)
(rhythmic beeping)
Looks like we got company.
(rapid beeping, loud clack, power whirring down)
Vincent, what's happening? I don't know.
Get to the cage! Go!
(loud explosion, gasping)
(explosion, Vincent coughing)
(Catherine coughing, electrical crackling)
(both coughing)
You okay?
(coughing) I will be.
(electrical crackling)
Why the hell would a beast use a grenade?
I don't know. (coughing)
Why did the attack stop? Is he gone?
I think so.
I wasn't expecting that, either.
(Catherine coughs)
Something is definitely not right here. (phone ringing)
Tess, what's going on?
I just got back to the Gentlemen's Club.
Heather says that Garrus got a text, tranqed JT and ran.
A text from whom? And why would he
run if there's a beast after him?
Hey, Garrus said his new beasts were superior, right?
The thing must have sensed it was a trap.
His attack was a distraction to keep us away from Garrus.
Tess, you have to get JT and Heather into the vault.
Vincent and I are...
(electrical crackling)
...on our way.
(whooshing, panting)
(dog barking in the distance)
(panting)
(vehicle approaching)
Garrus.
We're too late.
He was our last chance. What do we do now?
And now we're out of options.
(sighs)
(siren blaring)
CATHERINE: I'm not
willing to give up yet. We still have a lead. Catherine.
The text-- JT can trace it.
And Garrus talked about Braxton's
foreign client.
We comb Graydal's records,
maybe we get a name, take it to DHS and try and make a deal.
That's not gonna work. I know it's a long shot, but...
No, Cat. I talked to Agent Dylan.
Word came down from the top. DHS will never
make a deal with Vincent, no matter what.
(sighs)
Here. It's your new life.
(sighing)
Heather got the files I needed to make
identities to get you out of New York.
CATHERINE: They haven't seen
the video yet. We still have time.
TESS: For what, Cat?
The fight's over.
We lost.
None of us want this, but...
at least you'll be safe.
HEATHER: The only thing
left to do is to let you go.
(sniffling)
(sighs)
(crying) (sniffling)
(sighs)
(sniffling)
¶ Ooh... ooh ¶
¶ Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh. ¶
JT: It feels like something
terrible is happening.
Something terrible is happening.
They're leaving.
(sighs) I miss them already.
We'll make new friends.
We? It was Vincent's
greatest wish that, if they left,
we'd get back together.
(scoffs)
Or at least have sex one more time.
(laughing): Okay, he did not say that.
I know him pretty well.
I could tell that's what he meant.
Yeah, okay.
He also told me I need to get a life.
Hey, I do, too.
How am I supposed to do that without my best friend?
I'm available.
HEATHER: If this is the end,
I get it.
Look, I'm sorry that I ran out on you, okay?
You've been so supportive and-and patient,
and I've been acting like a crazy person,
so if you never want to see me again... Heather.
I love you. Huh?
Oh, God, now I feel even worse!
Okay, I can't help that my life is crazy, Kyle,
even if it means losing an amazing guy like you.
You're not gonna lose me.
And your life's not gonna be crazy anymore,
okay?
What do you mean?
Whatever happens next,
I want you to know I did it to protect you.
Well, what did you do?
I know you took those files
from the hospital for Cat and Vincent.
I turned the names over to DHS.
You what?! Heather, you were in over your head.
Kyle, you have no idea what you've done.
(door bells tinkle, crowd chatter)
Business class?
Yeah, there's too many looky-loos in first, you know?
We're doing the right thing, right?
Yeah, well, it was the only thing that made sense, right?
It made a lot of sense.
(sirens blaring, engine revving)
WOMAN (over P.A.): This is the final boarding call for flight 526.
Please proceed to the gate.
It's us. I don't know.
All of the sudden, I-I don't feel so good about this.
And I know it was my idea,
but if this beast is still out there, then...
Come on, are we ever really gonna be free?
I don't know, but I'm starting to feel
like running isn't the end of our story.
(indistinct, overlapping shouting) Go!
Catherine Chandler, Vincent Keller,
you're under arrest.
(overlapping chatter) WOMAN: Keep this area clear!
It's okay. WOMAN: Get 'em out of here!
(indistinct chatter)