Beauty and the Beast

Previously on Beauty & the Beast...

JT?

How bad is it, Cat? He's not gonna die, is he?

Code Blue! Code Blue!

Hey, guys. What's up?

I thought I lost you.

Not a chance.

We're the people that just saved your friend's life.

How and why?

That's all you get to know unless you agree to help us.

Help you do what? In a world where science can create beasts,

you shouldn't be surprised to learn that there's a lot worse things

out there. And now that we know what you can do and who you are,

we're gonna need your help to figure out exactly what we're up against.

What do you want to do about Agent Thomas' offer?

I don't want to think about it. I just

want to be here with you right now.

Together.

(Vincent panting, siren wailing in distance)

(siren wailing, tires screeching)

You're late. Sorry.

It's been a while since I beasted out.

You know, almost forgot how.

It's only been two months.

Yeah, long enough not to miss it.

You know, it's really too bad we still have to go through

all this just to see each other, though, huh?

Blame work, not beasts. And traffic.

Oh, traffic. Okay, so,

how long you got? That depends.

How long can you last?

Good morning. Good morning.

Oh.

What's this?

It's a stethoscope. Did you... did you miss that chapter?

It's-it's a gift.

To remind you not to use your beast senses

to check heartbeats. Ah.

Better not to be outed on your first day back to work,

Dr. Keller.

God, that sounds weird, doesn't it? Dr. Keller? No.

It sounds perfect. It sounds normal.

You worked really hard to get reinstated.

You deserve to have your life back after being sidetracked.

We deserve it.

It's almost too good to be true.

I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Come on. It's been

over two months since Gabe. I know.

You're still worried about what those agents said, aren't you?

About there being worse threats.

No.

I don't know. Maybe.

Catherine, come on, if what they said was true,

we would've known about it by now, right?

Besides, we've sacrificed enough, okay? We don't

have to sacrifice anything more.

We got each other, we got our future.

A normal future, okay? And I do not

want to risk losing that ever again.

Neither do I.

I love this, Vincent. I love our life together.

Okay. Well, then stop worrying that something's gonna come along

and mess it up, okay? We won't let it.

I-I will definitely not let it.

Mwah. Okay, now, don't forget,

9:00. Ciel Magnifique. We got a lot to celebrate.

I'll go there right from the precinct.

Oh, and tell JT that I'm thinking about him!

Sorry.

Welcome back, Professor.

Thank you. Uh...

uh, it's, uh...

it's-it's good to be back.

Sorry.

It was your first day back. Of course you were nervous.

JT, Gabe's attack

was incredibly traumatic for you, all right?

It's only been a couple of months.

You have to be patient with yourself. You have got to stop calling me.

But, still, even the doctors say you need to start getting your strength back...

I told you before, I don't want to get involved

unless you have ...and your life back.

Something specific to show me. Who is that?

Agent Thomas. All right. Okay. All right, all right.

Maybe you're not ready for teaching. How about lunch?

That's what you said last time I came down, but

you didn't have squat. It'll be good for you.

It'll be good for us. No, no, you can't keep trying to guilt me into this

just because you saved JT. No. Attaboy. All right,

Il Cantuccio. I'll decide if and when Vincent needs to know.

You keep him out of this.

How's JT?

Better than he thinks he is.

I'm doing everything I can to help him, but there's a limit.

You know, I'm not good with neurotic.

I don't have the patience.

Still,

he almost died.

I know that. But he didn't.

You know, he lost

a lot of blood, he got really weak,

but he should be better by now.

There's something holding him back. I just don't know

what it is. And...

it'd be nice to get my life back, too.

Trust me,

it's worth the wait.

Excuse me. Where are you going?

Don't we have a case?

Yeah, but those DHS agents

think they actually might have something. All right, you know what,

you keep saying you don't want to get involved,

yet you keep getting involved.

You almost act like you, uh,

miss fighting beasts sometimes.

That's ridiculous.

Oh? Okay.

Maybe I do. A little.

I mean, it's not like I miss the danger or-or how much of my life

I had to give up for the last two years, but...

on the other hand, I...

I do sort of miss being part of something, I don't know,

bigger, important.

I guess that's harder to let go of than I thought.

Well, it's not harder for Vincent. He'll hit the roof

if he finds out you're cheating on him. I am not cheating on him.

You know what I mean. Believe me, the last thing I want to do

is risk what we have

or, worse, risk Vincent's life.

But I can't escape this feeling that...

we're still meant to do something bigger,

that-that maybe I'm supposed to be a part of something bigger.

Where's Keller?

Same answer as before. I'm not

bothering him with this unless there's a reason to.

She just wants to see what we've got before they get involved.

If we decide to get involved.

Lady, you're already involved.

You think we saved your friend's ass because we're nice?

You owe us. Whatever you did to save JT,

you did before you asked us to help you.

And Vincent and I, we only agreed to think about it.

People are dying, Detective,

innocent people, all over the city.

And someone or something's responsible for it.

And you want to think about it?

Yes, I do. Because I've been down this road before

with the Feds, and it hasn't always ended pretty.

We've paid our dues.

We've risked our lives enough, especially Vincent.

We've risked something, too, Detective,

our jobs, our reputation.

The only person who knows about this is the deputy secretary,

and he's only allowing us to keep doing this

as long as no one on the inside or outside these walls

finds out about it.

Check this out.

Amsterdam, 145th Street.

Construction worker gets into a fight, falls ten floors,

but somehow only breaks his arm. Morningside, a pissed-off driver

rolls a car with his bare hands.

Rikers, a prisoner goes crazy,

kicks open a fortified cell door

and beats two guards to death. Okay,

this could be anything. This could be the latest street drug.

This is no street drug, Chandler.

You've seen enough with your beast buddy to know that.

Somehow, somebody's getting ordinary people, innocents,

to do extraordinary things, things that nobody should be able to do.

Experimenting on them, turning them into guinea pigs, pushing

the limits of their body and mind.

And who's behind it and why, we don't know.

But what we do know is that this pattern is increasing. It's happening

more often. More and more people are being targeted. And they're hurting

other people or dying because of it.

I don't know what you want me to say.

Say you'll help.

Say Vincent will help

because we're gonna need him to stop this.

I need more. I need proof before I take this to him.

Because I'm the only person in this room

who cares about saving his life.

Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing here, McBeastie?

Aren't you supposed to be, like, playing doctor or something?

Yeah. I don't want to be late on my first day. So...

remember that box of things I asked you to hold onto for me

before I left for Afghanistan?

Your mom's stuff? Yeah, sure. Yeah.