Beauty and the Beast

Previously on Beauty and the Beast...

Let him go. You can choose

to walk away and save yourself.

Save us.

I found the skeleton of a strange creature

in the back of your father's store.

Why would my father care about a skeleton?

That's what we were hired to find out.

By who?

Bullet must have nicked through a blood vessel.

I'm calling an ambulance. No.

I can't risk being exposed.

We can come up with a cover story.

Like... amnesia.

Vincent Keller, war hero.

Nobody has to know our secret.

We can do this, Vincent.

Together.

My name is...

is Vincent Keller.

All right, let's start talking.

Our next guest has become

the talk of Manhattan as soon as we got here.

A war hero presumed dead for over ten years

but turns out to be alive,

and very easy on the eyes.

Please welcome Captain Vincent Keller!

How's that

for a welcome home, Vincent?

Pretty wild, pretty wild. Thank you very much.

All right, I gotta tell you,

it's a little bit hard to believe

that a guy who looks like you

could wander around the streets of this city

and not get noticed.

Am I right, ladies?

No memories from the last ten years at all?

I mean, where were you living?

What were you doing?

Uh, well, no, no memories at all.

Apart from a couple of weeks ago

when I was I.D.'d at the hospital,

it's all been pretty much a-a blank.

Apart from a few flashes here and there.

Well, let me ask this,

'cause everyone wants to know, especially the ladies...

any girlfriends?

I mean, you haven't forgotten

what girls are, have you? No.

No.

Uh... no comment.

See, ladies?

Even when men have amnesia,

they still remember

to keep their options open, right?

It's true, Sharon.

It's true, it's true.

You still have your medical degree.

You're young,

you're good-looking...

I imagine opportunities are just

coming at you left and right.

Do you have any idea what you're going to do now?

Uh, well, that...

that is a-a really good question, Julie.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

Hey, no, that's okay, no worries.

How's it going?

Good. You?

Good. Mm-hmm.

Congratulations, you caught me.

You happy?

Is this attitude or caffeine talking?

It's neither. I'm fine, okay?

I'm just tired of people walking

on eggshells around me,

like I lost my best friend.

Well, actually, you did.

You know what I mean.

Besides, Vincent wasn't

my best friend.

You are. Aw...

And if you want to maintain that lofty position in my life,

you have to stop worrying about me all the time.

Cat, you're the one reading about it

and trying to cover it up.

I'm a cop, I notice these things.

But look, I believe you, okay?

Like... I think you know

that right now you're better off without Vincent in your life.

But it's gonna take more than a couple of weeks

to figure out what your life looks like without him.

I mean, especially after a year and a half...

No.

No, don't use the "B" word.

Fine with me. And you're right,

I've been all "B" all the time for a while now.

It's gonna take some time

for me to figure out who I am separate from all that.

Yep.

But it doesn't

make it any easier when his face is plastered

all over the news.

It's page three, below the fold.

We have to go. Hmm?

Gabe wants us at the precinct ASAP.

Come on, we can figure out

the rest of your life on the way.

Thanks for being in our studio audience...

Hey. You did great.

I can't believe I even let you talk me into this.

Vincent, hey, what's the matter?

They loved you! Who?

Who did they love, okay? Because I'm no war hero.

I escaped, remember?

The Army, they tried to kill me.

Shh, keep your voice down.

Keep my voice down? Why?

So I can hide?

Hide from the truth of what I am, what I've been doing?

Everybody already knows about the amnesia.

Well, that's not the truth, either.

Maybe the last three or four months were, sure,

but what about whole decade before that?

I don't know, Tori, this whole public thing...

I thought maybe it would help stop the lying,

but the truth is I'm lying about myself

more than I ever have.

Sorry to call you down here, but we need to keep this quiet.

What's up?

Special Agent Dana Landon, FBI.

Detectives Chandler and Vargas.

Name's Mara Angel...

professional thief,

con artist, wanted for murder.

She was recruited

for a very big heist.

We were staking her out, but she spotted us.

Who shot her? I did.

The thing is, Agent Landon doesn't think

that the rest of the crew knows that Mara's dead yet.

We need a volunteer to take her place...

go undercover, infiltrate the crew,

find out what they're after. Our intel says

they have not met her in person yet, so...

So you want me to pretend to be her 'cause we look alike?

Among other reasons, yes.

And I told her it's too dangerous.

We don't know enough about the case

and there's not enough time to prep. I agree.

When do I have to decide by?

Now.

Mara's supposed to meet

the crew tonight.

Tonight? That's crazy.

Right?

How important is it?

Hugely. We've been surveilling Mara for months.

I mean, this is...

this is our best opportunity

to get in at the beginning, identify the players

and really break up this ring once and for all.

Catherine, you can't seriously be considering this.

Yeah, you just got out of a bad relationship.

You want to get in a worse one?

You're right. It's crazy.

You know what? On second thought, I'm in.

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VINCENT (on machine): Hey, I'm not around.

Leave a message.

Hey, Vincent, me again.

Listen, I'm sure you're busy

getting the key to the city and all,

but if you have a minute,

please give me a call.

JT?!

Ah, Beast 911.

Finally.

I got your messages, man.

What's going on? You okay?

Uh, no, I'm not okay.

Maybe you're used to getting your ass kicked,

but I'm not; it hurts.

Why didn't you call the police?

Because it's not police business.

It's beast business.

Two guys in ski marks

busted in here with guns.

They wanted your dad's shackle.

The shackle? It...

Here, get more ice.

Why didn't they take the skeleton?

I don't know. I didn't ask.

They said if I called the cops,

they'd come back and kill me,

and I believe them.

Oh, man, I'm so sorry.

I never should've asked you to study these things.

No, I-I wanted to.