Previously on Beauty and the Beast:
I thought I lost you.
We just saved your friend's life.
How and why?
We used an experimental nano-plasma
to trigger the molecule regeneration, known as "the serum."
- You agree to help us. - Help do what?
In a world where science creates beasts,
you shouldn't be surprised to learn there's worse things out there.
We were attacked by I don't know what.
It was unlike anything I've ever seen before.
Somehow somebody's getting ordinary people, innocents,
to do extraordinary things, things nobody should be able to do.
Vincent, wait. Vincent, you cannot kill him.
He is an innocent.
If you do this, you will cross a line you can never come back from,
and, Vincent, we will lose everything.
Will you marry me?
Hey.
- You okay? - Me? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a little out of breath, you know.
I probably need to work out more, beast out more.
Or maybe you saw your fiancée
and she just happened to take your breath away.
You really think highly of yourself, don't you, Miss Chandler?
I do, and you should too.
Otherwise, you are a fool to move in with me.
I am no fool.
You sure things aren't moving too quickly?
No.
It's just getting engaged, moving in together, it's a lot.
Um...
I thought you were keeping this one in the houseboat.
No, no, no. I think you're thinking about the chrome one.
It doesn't quite go with the decor.
Do you mind if we just put it in storage for now?
- Yeah, sure. - Good.
Uh, you know what? I just... I just gotta text J.T.
And make sure that he's coming along nicely with his miracle cure.
Seems like a long shot. He doesn't even know what saved him yet, does he?
No. But, uh, if J.T. Can't replicate the healing properties in his blood,
then, uh, Agent Thomas may not survive.
And if he doesn't, we lose our chance to find out what he knew,
which means more innocent people are going to be experimented on.
And more homicidal maniacs on the loose.
So let's hope J.T. Comes through, huh?
Maybe Tess and I should sneak into Thomas' office, see what we can find.
No, it's way too dicey.
DHS didn't even know what Thomas was working on.
It might be our only shot.
Uh, what is that?
- Uh, that is... That is my flat-screen. - Oh.
It's quite large. Uh, where were you thinking of putting it?
Right there above the fireplace.
And I was thinking maybe we could move the couches around.
Okay, if we move the couches,
then the French doors would be blocked.
Yeah. But it's really hard to play video games
when the sun's glaring off the screen though, Cat, so...
Video games? How loud are these video games?
Because sometimes I like to sit out here and do casework.
Also, I emptied a drawer for you
to put all of your bills and paperwork in
until we merge all of that stuff too.
Uh, you know what?
I'm just gonna go and check on J.T. To see what's taking him so long.
Wait. Don't forget your...
keys.
Whoa, what do you mean he just left?
Yeah. More like blurred. It's bizarre.
No, it's guys. They're preternaturally built
to bolt in the face of commitment. Been there, done that.
That's what I'm worried about.
What if Vincent's having second thoughts?
- What? You just said... - No, I know.
But come on, you guys are like the frigging fairy tale. It's different.
What if the fairy tale's becoming too real?
I mean, one minute, we're unpacking boxes,
and the next, he's running off to talk to J.T. About synthetic serums.
Whoa, isn't that what you wanted though? Him on board
with the whole mythological mystery, finding your destiny, all that crap?
I don't know. Maybe Vincent feels like I forced him into all of this.
Do you mean moving in?
No, I mean everything, including the mythological mystery.
Maybe he just needs some time, a little space.
A little space? Tess, he's moving in with me.
By definition, that means he's giving up space.
Just don't freak out and try not to control the situation, either.
- I don't try to control situations. - Really?
Then what are we doing here about to break into Homeland Security?
We are trying to figure out what Agent Thomas knew
about those freaky experiments, that's what. Trying to save lives.
Okay, you know what? With the new captain coming,
I'm a little more concerned with saving my own ass, and so should you.
But no, we're here because when you want what you want...
Okay, look. All you have to do is run interference.
I will sneak into Agent Thomas' office.
How the hell are you gonna do that? Isn't his office secured by...?
I lifted Thomas' key card from his room.
Just distract his boss and I will handle the rest.
Heh. Like I said, when you want what you want...
Whatever Thomas and Barnett were working on, it was top-secret.
Anyone in there? Hello?
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You're on a spree, dude. Got issues?
No. I mean, yes.
You could do casework with all this noise, right?
Doing it right now.
I'm thinking about other ways to extract the miracle cure from my blood,
even though I've got my first trial spinning
in the hospital's centrifuge as we speak.
Just for that, I am gonna save you.
Wow, why can't I do that?
The same reason you don't have to worry about
beasting out on your fiancée.
I still can't work out what the hell that's about.
Panic attack, fear of commitment, it's just guy stuff.
No, no. Guys do not beast out when they're moving in with their girl.
True, but that's how your primal brain shows fight or flight.
Damn it.
- I suck at this. - Saved you again.
Fight or flight, huh?
News flash. The male of the species ain't wired for commitment.
We're built to propagate, not cohabitate.
Come on, man. I can't tell Cat that.
Of course not. This is guy talk. The whole living-together thing
only popped up a hundred thousand years ago.
But the primal brain still wants to roll solo.
Yeah, that's the problem.
You see, I'm having enough trouble controlling my primal brain as it is,
hunting now who-knows-what.
Come to think of it, though, you're right.
It did help when I changed the subject with her.
Sure, you get your adrenaline down, then your civilised brain,
the part that controls your primal brain, takes over.
Man, it's a slippery slope.
Okay, say, after I move in with Cat,
we get into some big fight and I beast out. I can't control it.
She is the only one who can stop me from crossing that line.
But if I'm beasting out now because of her,
who's gonna bring me back?
Vincent, just talk to her about it. Diffuse its power over you.
Just like I'm diffusing my fear by doing this.
Are you scared of computerised aliens?
No, Tess' brothers. Macho, cop brothers too.
One of whom is having a birthday party at...
Wait for it... A shooting range.
Talk about your knuckle-dragging simians.
- No offence. - Yeah.
So, what, you're trying to get better by playing a video game?
I'm just trying not to embarrass myself and, by extension, Tess.
Come on. Don't worry about it. Just be yourself.
Still trying to figure out exactly who that is,
especially after I got that miracle cure.
I just feel, I don't know, different. Not myself.
Dude, you worry far too much.
Pot, meet Kettle. Kettle, Pot.
Just go talk to Cat, will you?
I'm telling you, it'll work out.
Go home. Sweep your woman off her feet.
Be the man she loves, not the beast you fear.
You'll be fine. Trust me. Go.
Okay. Okay.
Room for one more?
- Ah! Vincent. - Heather.
- Uh, I'm so sorry. - It's all my fault.
- I didn't see a thing. - Oh, God. This is so embarrassing.
Uh, sorry. You... You first.
Whoa, I didn't mean to make you cry. It was a mistake.
No, no. It's not you. It's not. It's, um...
It's Matthew.
Matthew? Your fiancé?
My ex-fiancé.
He just dumped me.
What? Wh...? Why?
I don't know.
He just mumbled some lame excuse,
but I guess it all boils down to he's afraid of commitment.
I just gotta move these boxes out of the way, okay?
I'm sorry. I don't... I don't mean to rain on your parade.
After all, I know you just got engaged.
- Congratulations, by the way. - Thanks.
So, uh, I see you're moving in, huh?
Yeah. Yeah, you know what? I'm trying to, anyway.
- What do you mean, "trying to"? - I... You know, I just... It's...
Uh, it's different, that's all.
Yeah, well, especially considering how long Cat's lived here by herself.
Good luck finding any space for your stuff.
Sorry?
It's just a little cough I got. Just...
- Are you sweating? - Me? No.
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
Wait a minute. This is all looking vaguely familiar to me.
Vincent, you're... You're not having second thoughts, are you?
No. No... No, no, no.
I mean, don't be ridiculous.
There's... Excuse me.
Catherine. Yeah, we were just talking about you.
- We? Who's we? - Vincent, don't tell her I'm here.
I mean I. "I." I was thinking about you. Why not?
I don't want her to know what happened.
- About the shower? - No, about me and Matthew.
- Where are you? - Me? I'm at the apartment.
Oh, that's great. Are you unpacking?
No, actually, um, I was... I was hoping to surprise you.
I like the sound of that.
I mean, don't tell her about the shower either.
Look, I think I found a lead at Agent Thomas' office.
- Why not? - "Why not?"
- What do you mean? - I mean, um...
I mean, what about the lead?
Well, apparently Thomas busted this ex-special forces guy
a couple weeks ago, a courier with Effective World-Wide Solutions.
Okay. Why do I know that name?
Probably Afghanistan.
They traffic guns, missiles, contraband.
It could be that he's somehow connected
to whoever's behind these experiments.
Could you meet me down here in case I need beast backup?
- Yeah, of course. No problem. - Oh, oh.
And can you also defrost some hamburger meat?
I was thinking of making us tacos tonight
to celebrate our first night officially living together.
Yeah.
Yeah. Okay. Okay, I gotta go.
I gotta go, uh,
but I'm sorry to hear about, uh, you and, uh, Matthew.
All right, so whatever you do, leave the shooting to me.
You don't have to impress these bozos.
- What about you? - I'm the little sister,
I can't impress them.
- I mean, what if I wanna impress you? - By blowing up a paper target?
Or just showing I'm back in the world, having fun, being the old J.T.
Just be the old J.T. That's all I care about. Come here.
Let's go.
Fine.
- Hey, how'd it go? - Not great.
- I almost lost it again. - Wait, what?
- With Cat? - No, no. This time with Heather
after she was getting out of the shower.
Wait, Heather was in the shower?
- What happened with Heather? - The point is I'm not getting any better.
And now Catherine wants my help
trying to track down one of Thomas' leads.
- So? - So I'm on primal red-alert here, man.
Would you just calm down?
He freaking out about moving in with Cat?
No, heh. Don't be silly.
Just stay focused, breathe,
and, you know, don't beast out unless you absolutely have to, okay?
- Okay. - I gotta go. I got my own problems.
Hey.
- Very good. - Not bad. Not bad.
Your brothers watching? I feel like you're brothers are watching.
Ignore them. They're dicks. Just relax.
- Line it up. - Uh, hold it. Yeah, my bad.
Uh, he actually has to use my service revolver.
- Whoa. - Why?
Team gun. Edward says those are the rules, so...
This is your service revolver?
You know what, J.T? It's just like a tranq.
Just point and shoot. You got this.
Okay.
Hey. Hey. Careful there.
Point and shoot? I was hanging on for dear life.
All right. Try aiming low.
Use the kickback to help hit something, anything.
You know what? Maybe he should try Pin the Tail on the Donkey.
You're such a jerk. You know that, right?
What? We're just having a little fun.
Besides, professor's gonna have to get used to it,
especially if I get promoted to next captain.
- You're interviewing? - Yeah. Why not?
One twenty-fifth could use a good one after everything it's been through.
- Know anybody that could do better? - Hell, even I could do better.
- You? - Yeah.
Oh, my God. Please, Tess. Give me a break.
Look, heh, no offence, but sleeping with your old boss
doesn't make you qualified to be one, so...
Cool.
Not bad, buddy. Not bad.
You owe your sister an apology, birthday boy.
Sure this is the right address?
Maybe it's a front, or intentionally off the grid.
- Are you all right? - Me? Yeah, why?
You hardly said two words on the ride over here.
I'm just a little anxious, you know, about what we may find in here.
It's a bit of a slippery slope lately, you know, with beasting out.
I don't wanna do it unless I absolutely have to.
Don't worry. I'll save you.
Looks like someone beat us to the punch.
Can't be a coincidence.
Who else would be looking for this courier?
I don't know. But whoever it is, I think they're still here.
We're definitely not alone.
Vincent.
It's Douglas, the courier agent Thomas busted
trying to track down whoever's behind these experiments.
His forehead's hot to touch like he's been electrocuted.
I can't see any sign of entry wounds.
- How's that possible? - I don't know.
Maybe we ought to ask whoever's watching us.
- Police. Stop. - Hey.
Freeze.
He's gone. No sign of him.
No, there's no sign of how he overloaded all of this either.
It wasn't pre-rigged, nor were the outlets.
Which means?
He's gotta be one of those experiments.
- How so? - Well, the common denominator's
gotta be electricity, right?
The circuit breaker, overhead lights, this guy.
Ionic currents, they flow into the brain's neurons
causing voltage fluctuations.
In, uh, plain terms, "thinking."
So the courier's brain was overloaded just like everything else?
I don't know. I mean, that's the only way I can think of explaining it.
But if it's true, then that guy's gotta be one of these worse threats
that Thomas keeps warning us about, right?
Damn it, I should've tried to stop him.
I just, uh... I'm sorry, you know. I'm a little gun-shy at the moment.
- Do you wanna talk about it? - Uh, no, not right now.
Anyway, it's my problem, not yours.
We're engaged. We're moving in together, Vincent.
Your problems are now my problems too.
Okay. I know, but I think maybe we should just focus
on catching this guy before...
Before he hurts anyone else.
- Can you track him? Follow him? - I can try.
There's too much electrostatic noise all around him.
I can't.
Maybe I can track where he came from. Come on.
I'm just trying to survive, like you.
I tracked down the courier who was supposed to give me my medicine,
but apparently you intercepted it, Agent Thomas.
Now, I need to know where it is,
I need to know who you gave it to, or we'll both die.
Who'd you give it to?
Hey, three bulls-eyes is no fluke, J.T.
What, can't a guy defend his girl's honour?
Yes. And I loved it too.
Especially the slack-jawed look on my stupid brothers' faces afterwards.
Still, you couldn't even hit the target before,
let alone three head shots.
Yeah, I know.
- What? - I don't know,
I guess I can't help wondering, worrying
whether or not the medicine Agent Thomas used to save me
had a few side effects.
I never heard of side effects that turn people into sharpshooters.
Yeah? Heard of side effects that turn people into Spider-Man?
Like the Wall Street guy who climbed up buildings
and nearly forced Vincent into permanent primal mode?
So, what are you saying?
That the medicine they used on you made you one of the experiments,
just because you hit a target? Come on.
Hey, you're the one who said it wasn't a fluke.
Thank you.
- You're just being paranoid. - So, what else is new?
You never give yourself any credit, J.T. You know that?
You always sell yourself short. Don't. You stood up for me.
That was you, not some crazy-ass medicine.
Well, I didn't like the way they were treating you.
You know what? You could be captain.
Heh. Yeah, right.
No, I'm serious, Tess.
You're smart, respected by all the other cops.
Plus, you know that precinct better than anyone.
You would be great.
- I don't think so. - Now who's selling themselves short?
Weird. It's Vincent's hospital.
- Why are they calling so late? - Uh... Forbes.
He's not here.
Obviously he spent a lot of time here though.
"Alton Finn."
Looks like he was a mini-celebrity in the tech world.
Someone who doesn't have much time to live. Take a look at this.
It's a brain tumour, and it looks like it's spreading.
From what I can see, it looks like it's inoperable from where it's located.
Although,
according to these notes, it looks like Alton has found a way to excise it.
I don't understand.
Why would anyone want to experiment on him?
How could he become extraordinary if he's dying?
I don't know.
See these?
The tumour's tentacles are expanding into uncharted areas of his brain,
activating regions in impossible ways,
- I guess giving him the ability to... - Overload electricity?
It's what neuroprosthetics is based on, right?
The ability of the brain to control objects wirelessly.
And in Alton's case,
this tumour is allowing him to take that to the next level.
So whoever's behind these experiments,
they're trying to see how far they can evolve the brain, what it can do?
I guess. It's unbelievable, right?
But why is Alton doing this?
Why would he hunt down the courier and fry his brain?
Unless the courier's just a go-between to whoever's experimenting on Alton.
You said Effective World-Wide Solutions
were in the business of illicit goods, right?
Yeah, but more like arms, weapons.
Okay, well, Muirfield were experimenting on me with a serum
to turn me into a weapon.
So maybe Alton was getting a serum too.
But it was cut off when Agent Thomas intercepted it.
Who then gave it to J.T.
Come on. Come on, J.T.
- Hey, big guy. - Uh, J.T., where are you?
Me? I'm at the hospital.
Got a call my miracle medicine's ready to try.
Okay, who called you J. T?
Who are you? Whoa, hey, hey.
J.T., are you there?
- J.T. Forbes? - What do you want?
I want to live, even if you have to die.
J.T. Ow! Whoa.
- Don't piss me off. - Okay. Okay.
- Wait. How'd you do that? - Stage 4 neuroblastoma
buried in my cerebellar nuclei
giving me the ability to do some crazy-ass things.
Stage 4? How are you even still alive?
Same reason you are, apparently, the medicine.
- I was sent a dose, promised another. - Wait, what? What medicine?
The one that was meant for me but went to you.
The one that saved your life. You'd better hope your version saves me too.
So it is the same serum.
Well, how can you be so sure it'll save you?
Because it saved you.
But if the serum was meant for you, then you're a guinea pig.
Which means maybe it reacts differently in you.
Maybe it was meant to supercharge your tumour cells
to see what would happen... Aah!
It's supposed to heal me, you understand?
That's what they promised. That's what's gonna happen.
J.T.'s still not answering.
How long to the hospital in this traffic?
- At least ten. Call Tess. - What? Are you kidding?
She'll send in the whole cavalry to save J.T.
You've seen what Alton can do. We are on our own, Cat.
- I'm good with that. Are you? - Uh, meaning?
Vincent, be honest. Something is bothering you
and you're talking to everyone else about it but me.
That's not true.
- J. T? - Vincent. Hi. It's me.
- Heather. - Hey, are you all right?
I've been worried about you ever since you left.
Left? Left where?
- Cat? - I can explain.
Heather, where are you,
and why are you worried about Vincent?
I'm in your apartment.
Didn't Vincent tell you I was back in town?
You told me not to tell her.
I told you not to tell her about the shower.
Shower? What the hell is going on?
- It's just, like, a misunderstanding. - He was only trying to reassure me.
- In the shower? - No.
Yes. No. No. I mean, no. I... Ugh.
Is this a bad time?
- Yes. - No.
I knew you two were having problems.
- Ugh. Okay, Heather, hang up now. - Okay.
But trust me, you just be patient, all right?
You two are awesome, and...
Hello?
Okay, so you talked to my sister but not to me.
Catherine, that is not what happened, okay...
Heather, please not now, okay?
- Where's J. T? - Tess.
He pocket-dialled me, but I can't get through to him.
- Is he all right? I'm worried. - I don't know. Um...
We think that he may have been taken hostage at the hospital.
- What? Why? - We'll know more when we get there.
- We'll be there in ten. - All right. I'm on my way.
Just come alone. We don't want anyone else to get hurt.
All right.
Vincent, if you're having second thoughts about us...
I'm not having second thoughts, okay? I swear. I love you. You know that.
Okay, then what the hell is going on? What is the problem?
Apparently, uh, moving in with you is causing me to have a few, uh,
primal issues. If you know what I mean.
Oh. Oh, good. Yeah, I'm glad that it's nothing big.
Yeah.
How'd you even know I was making a synthetic?
Oh, Agent Thomas told me.
Reluctantly.
After the courier, who was supposed to deliver me my next dose,
told me that Thomas intercepted it from him.
Reluctantly?
All I'm saying is maybe we should be focusing on the courier, right?
I mean, maybe he could lead us to whoever's making this stuff.
I killed him before he could tell me anything.
Sometimes I push too hard, I lose control.
Sounds like a friend of mine.
Pain's getting worse, isn't it?
- You're seeing white flashes too? - Yeah.
- With increased frequency? - Yeah, can you stop stalling?
I'm not stalling.
I'm just saying even if this does work, it's only one dose.
And, as you said, if the tumour is inoperable,
then it only gives you time.
This could save Agent Thomas.
Give me the damn serum, now!
Maybe if J.T. Gives Alton the serum, it'll calm him down.
Unless the serum makes his tumour grow,
- which is obviously what they want. - You can't kill him.
Otherwise we'll have bigger primal problems.
- Alton's still an innocent. - Not if he hurts J.T.
- What's going on? - Some maniac's gone nuts.
I don't know what the hell he's doing.
- Come on. - J.T.
- He's over here. - Get out of the way.
- Damn it. - Get down.
- Unh! - Vincent.
Sorry. It's too late.
There's no more serum.
No?
It's still in your blood, isn't it?
- I can't hold it much longer. - What's going on?
- You gotta help me clear this place. - Where's J. T?
With the maniac who was supposed to have that miracle cure.
All right, I know how to clear the room.
Get everyone out of here, now. Move.
Go. Go.
What are you gonna do?
What do you think I'm gonna do? Save J.T.
Let us save him. You're already on the primal edge.
I can't worry about that right now.
You can't go one-on-one with Alton. You've seen what he's capable of.
Maybe going primal is the only way to stop him.
Alton's tumour allows him to overload brain waves, right?
But a primal brain is much simpler. It has hardly any brain waves.
So in theory, I'm not gonna be as vulnerable.
Vincent, you can't even move in with me without losing control.
- Maybe we have to trust him, Cat. - Can't.
We both have too much to lose.
J.T.
I don't think Vincent can stop Alton, not without...
I know. You gotta get J.T. As far away from Alton as possible.
- What are you gonna do? - Try and save both of them. Go, hurry.
Come on. Come on.
Stop.
You're gonna kill each other. Is that what you want?
Listen to me!
You have the power to fight whoever turned you into this,
both of you do, but not if you kill each other.
Don't lose yourself.
Don't lose who you really are, what really matters to you.
The tumour's buried in the occipital lobe
reaching into the fourth ventricle.
- How's he supposed to get that out? - I don't know, but he's gotta try, okay?
Tell the surgeon I'm sending him a scan
- and a roadmap on how to proceed. - Who did the map?
The patient.
It's a long story. Please, just go.
- Is he gonna be okay? - I don't know. He's scared, you know?
He's got a fighting chance, but it's a pretty risky operation.
Well, at least there's a chance.
And in success, we'll be able to undo whatever it is they did to him.
I'd envy that.
I don't know. I guess I gotta learn how to live with it.
We both do.
Hey, don't you ever get tired of having to talk me down like that?
Yes, I do. But for better or worse, remember?
There's still time to run away. We're only engaged.
Engaged to be married. I'm not that easy to get rid of.
Okay. I'm counting on that.
I'm gonna go check in on Tess and J.T. Do you wanna come?
I'd love to, but I gotta go check in on Agent Thomas.
Apparently, he's awake now.
So J.T. Came through after all.
Yeah. Yeah. So hopefully that means we'll find out a little bit more
about whoever's behind these experiments.
I'll see you at home?
Yeah, I'll see you at home.
How's he doing?
He's better. Don't ask me how, but he is.
Okay, good.
Thanks.
Agent Thomas, how are you feeling today?
Like I've been hit by a truck.
Agent Barnett?
Uh, I'm sorry. He died last week.
You gotta stop this.
You have to find out who's behind this.
Then you need to help us.
You need to tell us anything you know, whoever you think is behind this.
I don't know.
That's why we needed you. We couldn't figure it out.
Okay, what about the courier?
The one that you intercepted to get the medicine to save my friend,
- who sent him? - I don't know.
We were working on some leads that didn't...
Okay. It's all right. Take it easy.
Take it easy. You've been through a lot.
Where'd your friend get the serum to save me?
He made it, with his own blood from what you saved him with.
Be careful.
- Of what? - Of your friend.
Okay, it may have healed him,
but it's all part of the same serum, the same experiment.
Wait, what do you mean?
Agent Thomas, what do you mean?
Okay. Okay. Just breathe easy.
Relax. Breathe easy.
Damn it.
You're better than me too.
Well, in fairness, I am a cop.
Still, I've been playing this game for years.
- Are you sure this isn't your first time? - J.T., it's just a game, okay?
Plus, you nearly died, again, so there's that.
- I know, I know, but... - But what?
I'm just confused, I guess.
Okay.
On one hand, whatever saved me, saved Agent Thomas too.
On the other hand, if it's connected to the experiments,
I keep wondering if...
You should be some kind of superhuman too?
- Yeah, kind of. - Look, we've been over this.
All I know is that when you stood up to my brothers, that was you,
not some crazy-ass serum. You.
How can you be sure?
I've been with you long enough to know who you really are, okay?
You know, you might present yourself as this cliché nerdy professor...
Thanks a lot.
But you're more than that, a lot more.
Why can't you just accept that?
I don't know, maybe because I've spent half my life
being the cliché nerdy professor.
Well, look, I hate to burst your bubble, J.T.,
but like I said, you sell yourself short.
- No, I don't. - Yes, you do.
- And you know what? - What?
Because of you and how much you inspired me,
I'm actually thinking of throwing my hat in the ring.
- Wait, for captain? - Yeah.
What?
I mean, I totally won't get it, but, like, I have to do something
to avoid having to work for my brother, you know.
- Good for you. - Thanks.
- I owe it all to you. - Yeah?
Yeah.
Well, in that case, can you teach me how the hell to shoot?
All right. All right, all right.
Okay. Just relax your shoulders a little bit. Damn. Okay.
- Nerdy cliché professor dream. - See, look at that. See that?
- See that? Focus. - What?
- Cat? - Over here.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Mad at me? - For showering with my fiancé?
Just kidding.
Ugh, Vincent explained it to me, finally.
I should've called you
and let you know I was coming back in town.
Well, one thing's for sure. You're gonna have to turn over your key.
Man in the house. I hope.
What? You don't have to worry about Vincent.
He loves you so much, Cat, okay?
Nothing's ever gonna get in the way of that.
- Yeah, sometimes I'm not so sure. - How can you say that?
Especially after everything you guys have been through?
Fighting beasts and bad guys is one thing.
This normal stuff is hard.
Heh. It's supposed to be.
It's how you find out whether or not you're supposed to be married.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I just realised we haven't even had a chance to talk about...
No, it's... It's okay. Really. I mean, honestly, I'm relieved.
I barely even knew Matthew when we got engaged.
Was the wrong time to be impulsive, I guess. Heh.
Besides, compared to what you and Vincent have,
Matthew and I didn't even come close.
Uh, I'm not interrupting, am I?
No. I was just leaving.
- And I'm staying at Janet's, so call me. - Okay.
- Bye. - Bye.
You're not packing up my stuff, are you?
No. I'm packing up my things, making some room for you.
Including your really ugly lamp.
- There. Happy? - I got that thing at a garage sale.
- Really? - Yeah.
Are you okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I am.
You know, if you're okay talking me down from this ledge sometimes too.
Well, if it makes you feel any better, this commitment stuff scares me too.
Yeah, but you don't beast out.
Yeah, but you haven't seen me in the mornings much yet.
Well, then, I guess we'll both have to take our chances.
We've gotta learn to talk to each other better about the stuff that bothers us,
especially now that we're going to be living together.
I know. I know. You're right.
And I wanted to talk to you about it, I did. But I just...
I was just so afraid that I'd scare you off.
Never.
Living together, being engaged, it's not just about the perks.
It's a big adjustment for me too.
Right.
But maybe we could just focus on the perks?
No.
Unless you have something specific in mind.
- Do you wanna play a video game? - Do you want me to break your lamp?
Mm, sounds good.
No. No, don't. Don't. Don't answer it, Catherine, please.
Ah, yes.
Mm-mm. Don't.
- No, no, no. - It's Tess.
- Hey, what's going on? - You better get back to the hospital.
The hospital? What happened?
Somebody shot Agent Thomas.
He's dead.
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