All language subtitles for Beauty & the Beast_S04E01_Monsieur et Madame Bete.inglésCC

[Catherine] Oh, please.

[Vincent sighs]

You know, at some point

we should probably go out
and actually see Paris.

Mm-mm.

Okay. I'm just saying.

Yeah. I do hear
the city is quite beautiful.

Yeah, I hear it's beautiful, too.

Maybe that's why we picked it
for our honeymoon.

The City of Love.

Which brings us back to...

Catherine. Catherine, come on, time-out.

No, I don't wanna go out.
I just... I wanna stay here with you.

Okay, and usually I'd be all for it,
but come on. The Eiffel Tower awaits.

-What is up with you?
-Nothing.

Nothing, I just...

I don't want this to end. That's all.

It's not gonna end. We're married.

[sighs] Okay, look,

if you're worried about something
happening again, then, then don't.

You know, it's been over two months.
I think we're good.

That is what we thought last year.

So, what, you think if we just

stay cooped up in the hotel room,
we'll be safe?

Maybe?

Okay, no, obviously.

I know that DHS covered our tracks,
your tracks,

but let's face it, sooner or later,
something is bound to happen.

I think that the least likely scenario

is that you are never going
to have to beast out again.

I will if they screw up
our room service again.

Okay, look, yes, you're right.

Fine. Someday,

somebody is probably gonna try
and attack me again, or expose me or us.

But who cares? You know?

If they do, actually when they do,
we will be able to handle it.

Just like we always have.

[laughs] You worry way too much,
you know that?

Gee, I wonder why?

-Uh, round three?
-Mm-hmm!

[JT] You can't pass this class
without a thesis,

and you can't have a thesis
without a topic.

So... who hasn't declared yet?

Okay.

Jen?

Um, developmental bioenergetics?

Okay. Okay, that's good.

-Roger.
-Cross-species genetic engineering.

Uh, no. Uh, that's not a good topic.

-What's your second choice?
-[Roger] Why can't I do that one?

You wrote a paper on the possibility
of cross-species genetics six years ago.

It even got published.

Yeah, I know I wrote it, uh,

but that was just a theory,
a hypothetical.

More science fiction than science.

Wait, now you're saying it's not possible?

Um...

What I'm saying is that
it's a better topic for an ethics class,

or bio theory, but not biochemistry.

So, you don't believe
superhuman creatures exist, then?

Excuse me?

Genetically enhanced human beings? Beasts?

Or at least that's what
the blogosphere's calling them.

The blogosphere?

It's no longer hypothetical, Professor.

[overlapping chatter]

[Tess] All right, SWAT will be positioned
on the rooftops,

then flashbang grenades
will be fired inside,

the Humvee will pull the door,
and then Ferguson, Hernandez,

you enter with arrest warrants.

[knocking continues]

[mouthing words]

Sorry, guys. Um...

Please excuse me for a second.

Do you realize how huge this bust is?

We've been prepping to take
these guys down for weeks.

I know, I'm sorry,
but this is really important.

Why? Did somebody get hurt?

No, but they're going to
unless we do something to stop it.

-What?
-The blogosphere found out about beasts.

-The blogosphere.
-Yeah.

And apparently it's mushrooming, too.

All because of one blogger in particular,
Peter Duncan, and he's got Web cred.

-Come here. Are you out of your mind?
-What?

-Hey. Break's over. Please.
-Sorry, Cap.

It has been two months
since DHS has covered all things beast,

which means that's two months I haven't
had to worry about losing my job.

-Do you understand?
-I know, but we can't ignore this.

It's big.

It's a blogger.

Not just any blogger, a celebrity blogger,
and one who claims to have proof.

Look, what if he's picked up on
all the exposure threats from last year

and somehow pieced it together?

I already told you, Homeland Security
covered all those tracks.

Mainstream tracks, maybe,
but not digital tracks,

the kind that techies,
bloggers and geeks like me pick up on.

And if that's what this guy Duncan's done,
then Vincent could get exposed.

Look, JT, we're moving in together.
We found a great place, a steal.

-I know, but--
-You're back to teaching.

I'm back to running the precinct,
we're back to normal.

We've gotta get out of the habit
of looking for trouble all the time.

Otherwise, we can never move forward.

Look, I gotta get back to work
and you've gotta get back to packing.

[sighs]

If it turns out to be something
we'll deal with it,

but until then, come on, okay?

Let's just move on with our lives.

-[dialing]
-Heather? I need your help.

-[bell rings]
-Bonjour!

[laughs]

Slow down, slow down!

-[shrieks]
-Whoa!

[Vincent speaks French]

-Here. You hungry?
-[chuckles] Okay.

Catch.

Okay, that was a terrible throw.

Ah! Woo-hoo!

Vincent, I can't keep up.
Slow down. Vincent...

[groans] Ow. Hey!

Hello? Anyone in there?

Vincent!

Hey, can you hear me?
Hang in there, all right?

-I'm gonna get you out.
-[pants]

All right, hang in there.

[grunts]

Sir? Can you hear me?

Okay, stay with me, all right?
I'm gonna get you out, all right?

-[grunts]
-[coughs]

Oh, crap.

[low growling]

Vincent!

Go!

Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Who are you?

Please tell me they didn't see anything.

Yeah.

[speaking French]

Okay, if he didn't see anything,
why does he keep pointing at you?

[Vincent] The guy was barely conscious.
He probably doesn't even know what he saw.

-We're fine.
-Yeah, we'll see.

- Hello, how are you?
- Very well. Thank you.

And you are...?

Catherine Chandler.
Detective Chandler, NYPD.

Your husband is a hero.

Although, the victim, the man,
seems a bit...

How shall I say?

Spooked by it all.

-Spooked?
-Spooked?

Yes, he swears or rather thinks

he saw your husband's eyes glowing.

- Like a cat.
- Like a cat? Really?

Well, I'm glad I'm not investigating.
I wouldn't want that to put on my report.

Me neither. Don't worry!

-[phone ringing]
-Excuse me.

It's my Director.

Of course.

- Very well, thank you.
- Goodbye.

See? Told you, you worry too much.

[woman shrieks]

Not good.

So you have cops parked out
in front of your house now?

What? What, what do you mean?

I just got a jaywalking ticket.

A jaywalking ticket! I mean,
who doesn't jaywalk in New York?

How am I even supposed to pay for this?

It would help if I could find a job,
which I can't.

Or if I had a place to live,
which I don't.

-Hey, are you moving?
-Never mind that. Uh, I need your help.

You did crisis management in PR, right?

Well, that is PR. Wait, why?

This blogger is making waves,
beast waves,

and we got to stop him
before tomorrow.

Why? What happens tomorrow?

I don't know, but he's gonna make
some big announcement,

possibly expose Vincent.

I mean, this Duncan guy is legit.

He's been investigating
all the exposure threats DHS covered up,

cold cases, maulings, vigilante stuff.

And since his blog is starting to gain
traction with the fringe crowd,

we've got to stop him before it goes wide.

Okay.

I mean, why not? It's been a little slow
since the last big showdown and all.

-So, yeah, I'm game.
-Okay.

So what do we do, how do we stop this?

We have to discredit him somehow,
make people lose faith in him.

How? He's not making any of this stuff up.

I know, but we have to make his fan base
think that he is.

Okay, so hack into his computer,
corrupt his files?

No, that'll just only confirm
that somebody's trying to stop him

and fan the conspiracy flames.
We have to control the messaging somehow.

I know. We have to get to his computer
and send out the disinformation from there

to make it look legit.

Fine, but how?

Uh, like, maybe
a little breaking and entering?

But we've done so much worse.

Come on. Oh.

-[gasps]
-Shh.

[sighs]

-Are you sure this is a good idea?
-It was your idea.

I know. But maybe it wasn't a good one.

[Heather sighs]

Well, this doesn't look right.

Why? What do you mean?

Well, you know,
it's nicely decorated and classy.

It's not really
what I expected from a blogger.

What'd you expect,
wall-to-wall computers and video games?

Yeah.

-[man] Who the hell are you?
-Oh. Uh...

[clears throat] Uh, sorry, sorry.

[JT stammers]
We must be in the wrong apartment.

Uh... is this 3C?

3B.

-Oh.
-[laughs] 3B.

No wonder it didn't look familiar.
Come on, honey, let's get out of here.

My bad. Honey, let's go. Um...

[whispering] JT.

I'm going to ask one more time.

Who are you?

Uh...

Nobody really.

[screaming]

-Oh.
-Whoa!

Whoa! Run, hurry!

-[screams]
-Oh!

[indistinct chatter]

Heather. Heather?

Heather! Heather!

[Vincent clears his throat]

Well, at least we finally
got out of the hotel room.

-And nearly got exposed.
-But I didn't.

Yeah, but you almost did.

-What do you want me to do, nothing?
-No, of course not, that's not the point.

Okay, then what is the point?

Really? We're gonna have our first fight
as a married couple on our honeymoon?

Sorry.

That's just our new reality, that's all.

We're so used to worrying
about being exposed

by somebody who's after you,
but this, this is different.

This is our future.
Even doing the right thing is a threat.

There are cameras everywhere.

Come on, what choice do we have?

Neither one of us is the kind
of person not to get involved.

And that is not about to change
just because we got married, right?

Yeah, I don't wanna change it, I don't.

But you have to admit

that the consequences of being exposed
are pretty huge.

We have never got caught, have we?

-No, but--
-No, and we are not about to either.

You wanna know why? Hmm?

-Tell me.
-Because...

we have gone through so much
just to get to this point.

That we've overcome so many obstacles,

more than any other couple could possibly
ever handle.

That's why we have made it.

[chuckles]

We got nothing to worry about.

[phone ringing]

Mm.

JT, is everything all right?

No. Sorry, it's not.

Heather's hurt,
and I'm pretty sure Vincent's in trouble.

Let me guess. Honeymoon's over.

-Are you all right?
-Tess.

-Hey.
-Are you hurt?

No, I... I don't think so.

-And Heather's gonna be okay, too.
-Thank God.

-[chuckles] Yeah. No kidding.
-[thump]

-Ow.
-What the hell were you thinking?

-I can explain.
-No, you can't, JT.

Forget the fact that you're guilty
of breaking and entering.

Which, by the way,
makes you a possible murder suspect.

You could have gotten yourself killed.
Heather, too.

You think we expected
to find a killer inside?

And not just any killer, but an assassin.

You should have seen
what he did to the blogger.

-Which, by the way, proves I was right.
-About what?

About what Duncan knew,

or at least thought he knew
about... beasts.

Why else would the killer
have taken his hard drive and killed him?

Bloggers piss people off all the time.

You don't know it was because of...
the "B" word.

That's what detectives are for,
not professors.

And this is so not us moving forward, JT,
this is us moving backwards.

-You okay?
-Uh, yeah, sure...

[chuckles]

How you feeling?

Feeling? Me? Um... fine.

Good. That's great.

Um... are you a doctor?

Oh. [laughs]

Uh, sorry,
you probably don't remember it.

I'm the EMT who brought you in.

-Oh, you are?
-Yeah.

-Kyle.
-Kyle, it's nice to meet you.

-I'm Heather.
-I know.

I brought you in.

[both laugh]

Right. [laughs]

Well, doc says you're gonna be okay.

No concussions, no broken bones.

You're lucky. That was a pretty bad fall.

Yeah.

You weren't the one
who changed me into my...

[laughs] No.

-Okay. [laughs]
-Yeah, I just bring the patients in.

Nurses do all that other fun stuff.

I mean...
I didn't mean it that way. I just...

Anyway, uh... [chuckles]

So, what happened in that apartment?

-Did you see who killed that guy?
-Oh, um...

-You know...
-[Tess] Hey, police business. Out.

Just so we're clear, Cat would kill you
for this, you know that, right?

Yeah.

[sighs]

Look, maybe the blogger did know
about beasts,

which means the killer does now, too.

All right, now we're talking.

[Tess] Or not.

Either way, it's a police investigation,
do you understand me?

A murder, which means,
you stay out of it, both of you.

And keep Cat and Vincent out of it, too.

-[sighs]
-What?

Um, I already sort of called them.

[Tess] In Paris on their honeymoon?

Heather got hurt.
What was I supposed to do, not tell them?

They're already on their way back.

I don't get it. It's almost like
you guys miss all this craziness. Do you?

[chuckles] No. Of course not.

Of course not.

All right, look, go to the airport,
turn Cat and Vincent around.

-What?
-Yeah?

To France?
How? They're not gonna wanna go back.

Make them. Tell them you overreacted,
jumped the gun.

Tell them Heather's fine.

Just do whatever you have to do
to keep them out of here

until we know exactly what's going on.

I don't need any more beast crap
to cover up.

[woman over PA]
Last call for Flight 707 to Los Angeles.

[Catherine] JT. What are you doing here?

Hey! Welcome back. Bonjour!

You got a cab waiting for us
or something?

A cab? No, uh, listen,
I think there's been some sort of mix-up.

What do you mean?

Okay, can we talk about this
on the way to the hospital?

Actually, no. Uh, we don't really need
to go to the hospital. Heather's fine.

She's been released.
She's... on her way home.

-Home?
-I mean, you know, to your place.

She's house-sitting, right?

Okay, wait, wait, wait. Uh, I'm confused.

I thought you said
that she fell three stories.

Mm. More like two and a half.
Couple of bruises, that's it.

Okay, and what about this blogger?
You said he knows something about me?

Possibly but maybe not.

I might have jumped the gun a little.

I apologize. I shouldn't have called
and ruined your honeymoon, but...

Hey, there's another flight to Paris
in a couple hours, so, allez, vite!

Wait!

Tess is pissed that you called us,
isn't she?

No.

Yes.

But Heather really is okay. I promise.

And Tess is right.

I shouldn't have dragged her into this,
I shouldn't have put her in harm's way.

Come on, man, you shouldn't put
yourself into harm's way.

-What the hell are you thinking?
-I don't know.

I mean, I really thought this blogger
was maybe gonna expose you,

and then he got killed,
then I don't know what's going on.

Maybe Tess is right. Maybe I'm just used
to getting into trouble.

Okay, look, on the bright side,
if it does turn out to be something,

it'll be a good thing you called, right?

-[groans] Aw, Tess is gonna kill me.
-I will take care of Tess.

You track the killer,
see if you can figure out

why he wanted
to kill the blogger so badly.

-Love you.
-Love you. Mwah!

Uh, but what,
what are you gonna tell Tess?

Come on!

[siren wails, chirps]

[Tess] What do you mean
he was tortured? How?

Who would do something like that?

Don't be mad at JT. We wouldn't leave.

No, it's probably a good thing.
All right, send me the M.E.'s report,

along with whatever else
was on the blogger's cloud.

I need to know what the killer has
and what his next move is.

What's going on?

Oh, you know,
just people getting skinned alive,

um, cover-ups, beast hunters.
I'm screwed.

-"Beast hunters"?
-Door.

Do you remember how close Liam came
to exposing Vincent last year?

You know, dredging up beastly cold cases?

Yeah, but Agent Russo
had DHS cover that up for us.

Apparently some conspiracy theory
blogger stayed on the case

and was going to offer up
proof of beasts this afternoon.

But somebody killed him first?

Yeah, after torturing him for information.

JT and Heather were lucky
they got out of there alive,

because whoever this killer is,
he's badass.

So, JT was right.

Yes, yes. Unfortunately.

Oh, Cat, geez.

Really, I really...
I thought we were past all this.

I thought it was over.

Believe me, you're not the only one
surprised that we're back.

How do we ever move on?

How do we get back to our normal lives

if we're constantly playing
whack-a-beast all the time?

I don't know, but we can't stop trying.

Somehow, some way,
there's a way out of this, I know it.

-We just have to find it.
-I thought I did.

I thought JT and I did, you know?

We're supposed to move in
together like normal people do.

Look, we just have
to take this one step at a time.

If we can find this killer,

hopefully we can put an end to it before
anybody else starts looking for beasts.

Amen. Your lips, God's ears.

-[Tess groans]
-[phone rings]

Yeah.

Wait, are you sure?

-All right, thanks.
-What is it?

IT says that the blogger discovered
somebody at DHS squashed the cold cases,

which you and I know link to Vincent,

-so it means that the killer knows about--
-Agent Russo. We have to warn him.

[Catherine] Freeze!

[Tess] Hands up!

Turn around.

-Stop, don't move.
-Stop!

[gunfire]

So...

how was the honeymoon?

[sighs]

Excuse me.

Is that Agent Russo?

Tortured, too, just like the blogger.

How the killer got past security
and surveillance, I have no clue.

He's obviously a pro.

Wait, what are you guys even doing here,
how'd you find out?

Vincent beast-tracked the killer
from the blogger's apartment.

-[whispers] Really?
-Sorry.

Okay, look, obviously,
he's following the blogger's trail.

The question is, why is he torturing
and killing people just to try and find...

-You?
-Well, I don't think he knows it's me yet.

Otherwise, why would he come looking here?

Still, he's getting close.

Real close.

-Deputy secretary's getting nervous.
-Can you blame him?

With Russo gone,

he's the only other agent
who knows about this.

Yeah, you think maybe
he's starting to regret covering for us?

No, he just wants us to keep it quiet,
especially from the rest of DHS.

He went out on a limb to protect us,

he doesn't want it to bite him
in the ass either.

Yeah, well, then we'd better find
the killer before the other agents do.

And before the blogosphere finds out.

Duncan getting killed was big news,
which only made the conspiracy theorists

that much more convinced
that somebody's hiding the truth.

Exposure concerns all around.

Yeah, well, I'm more worried
about you right now.

Now that he knows that you're involved.

He's probably gonna come looking
for you next to try and ID me.

At our apartment.

Heather.

[Heather exclaiming]

Heather.

[Heather shrieks]

Whoa.

-[gasps]
-Heather?

-Cat?
-Kyle?

-Keller?
-What, you two know each other?

Yeah, he's an EMT.

I was just checking on her.

Aren't you supposed to be in France?

Yes, and you aren't supposed
to be in our bed.

That's just...

that's wrong.

Wrong.

Right.

-I'm sorry.
-Don't worry about it.

[sighs]

-Well, that was awkward.
-Heath, we thought you were in trouble.

Trouble, why?

Because we knew you were staying here,
and someone's probably after Catherine.

So, what else is new?

What? It's always either one of you two.

Or JT, or me.

-How long have you known Karl?
-Kyle.

And, you know, a while.

-Okay, fine. Like a day.
-A day?

I don't need your sisterly judgment
right now, okay?

-I'm a grown woman.
-Who tends to fall for guys too fast.

[Vincent taps on table]

I'm sorry.

It's just, I don't think that now is the
best time to start seeing somebody.

Why not?

Because somebody might
be trying to expose me.

Again, what else is new?

You're serious?

For right now, yeah.

I just think it's too dangerous for you,
Heath, and for, uh... Karl.

-Kyle.
-It's Kyle.

And maybe you should
find a new place to live,

at least until everything,
you know, blows over.

Really? And when will that be,
in, like, 50 years?

-[door closing]
-If we're lucky, 50 years.

-Oh, come on.
-No.

No, she's right,
we should be realistic about this.

Who's to say this will not
continue happening forever?

-Hey, hey, we will find a way out, okay?
-Yeah, how?

I, I don't know, but we will, okay?

We haven't come this far not to get
our happily ever after back.

Unless, of course, you want a divorce.

-I get the espresso maker.
-I get the juicer.

-See, who needs lawyers?
-Yes.

-I love you.
-Mm-hmm.

Okay, so what are we gonna do?
How are we gonna get this guy?

Well, I think the best way would be
to have him get me first.

Hmm.

Well, looks like JT managed
to get the whole blogosphere

to think this big beast
announcement's still happening.

I can't believe how many people
actually showed up.

Now, we just have to hope
the killer shows up, too.

I just wish Tess could ID
the guy before he actually got here.

I don't even know what he looks like,
I got no idea what I'm up against.

Just grab whoever grabs me
before he skins me alive.

That is not funny.

Come on, I mean,
there's so many moving pieces here,

so many things can go wrong.
Look how many cameras are around.

They're everywhere.
You remember Paris?

Look who's the worrywart now.

The plan worked on Liam.
This guy isn't even superhuman.

Come on, Vincent,

we've got a honeymoon
to get back to, okay?

Yes, okay.

-Don't forget to save me.
-Yeah. Always.

I don't like this.

Cat? Catherine.

Cat? Catherine!

Excuse me. Excuse me, excuse me!

[indistinct chatter]

Cat?

[Tess] The killer's
got a very specific MO, all right?

He skins people, tortures them.
How can we not find him?

I had better luck in the good ol' days

when I had to hack into
the Fed's computers.

-The good ol' days, JT?
-That's not what I meant.

Then what did you mean?

I don't know, I just...

Look, I don't wanna go back to that,
either, okay? I don't.

But if you want me to be perfectly honest,
the one thing I do miss is...

being part of something bigger.

Just like you convinced me
of when you told me

I was meant to do things with my life,
important things.

And you did. We did.

But, come on, ducking beast hunters

and covering our asses all the time
can't possibly be what you miss, can it?

No, of course not.

But what are we supposed
to do right now, not help?

Hey. Where's Cat?

Uh, I-I lost her.

-What?
-What?

It was... It was crowded, okay?

And I panicked
and I just lost her, okay?

It's been a while since I've done this.

Okay, okay. Did you ID him?

No, no. Did you ID him yet?

-No.
-No.

Okay, look.
We need to find this guy immediately

before he does anything to hurt her.

Okay. Okay, problem is,
even though the deputy secretary's

given us complete access,
nothing pops up on this guy.

All right, well, maybe
don't just look for hit men, okay?

Maybe look for any kind
of killer or mercenary.

[Tess] The keyword is "mutilate,"
all right? The guy is creepy.

-You sensing something?
-Yeah.

This guy's not just a hit man.
He's a expert hunter.

A hunter, what do you mean?

I mean he doesn't just skin
people for the hell of it.

Okay, look for poachers,
wildlife traffickers,

black-market smugglers,
maybe even big game hunters.

Seems our killer...

thinks I'm the ultimate trophy kill.

[hisses]

[growls]

[monkey screeches]

-[gunshot]
-[gasps]

[groans]

[gun cocks]

Got tired of waiting for you to wake up,
Detective Chandler.

Who are you?

Oh, I think you know who I am,
what I want.

The creature, the beast.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Sure, you do.

Agent Russo told me.

People will say anything
when they're being tortured.

Usually the truth, though.

Okay, look,

I don't have any idea what
Agent Russo was investigating.

I was just there investigating a murder.

I don't know anything about... beasts.

I don't... I don't believe in that crap.

I think you do,
and I think you know who it is.

And seeing as someone's willing to pay
five million dollars to capture one,

I think I should know who it is.

Five million dollars? There's a bounty?

A credible one, as well.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone
to all this trouble to track him down.

Who's putting up the money?
How does he even know it exists?

I don't know and I don't care.
He obviously does.

Actually, you rarely get to know
the buyers in my line of work.

Human targets, exotic animals,
all the same to me.

But the people who pay me...

they prefer to remain anonymous.

For obvious reasons.

-Okay, are you sure it's him?
-[JT] Facial recognition says yes.

But I'm not sure. It's dark.

-Okay. Okay, which pier?
-Either Pier 89 or 90.

-Damn it, which one is it?
-I don't know.

He could be walking to either one.

Fish and Wildlife busted a smuggling ring
at Pier 89 five years ago. I'm on my way.

-It's 89.
-Okay, I'll be there.

I know you're repulsed by what I do,
but it's a craft like anything else.

If there wasn't a market for this kind
of thing, I wouldn't do it.

I'm really just a businessman.

Nothing justifies killing
innocent people and animals.

Five million dollars justifies a lot.

Now...

just give me a name,
and we don't have to go through all this.

Screw you.

[monkey screeching]

[grunting]

-[gunshot]
-[grunts]

[panting]

[growls]

[snarls]

Vincent!

[snarling]

[man groans]

Here's my report.

And you explained how the killer
got impaled how, exactly?

We fought, I kicked his ass,
and he tripped.

-Mm-hmm.
-Mm-hmm.

-Another cover-up.
-Not completely.

We stopped a poacher,

we shut down his wildlife
smuggling operation.

-That is legit.
-True.

Plus, we kept him from turning
your husband into a trophy head.

Also true. See, win-win.

Still, Vincent's lucky he got out of there
before the media arrived.

We're all lucky. Again.

Sorry we keep dragging
you back into this, Tess.

-It's not what we chose, obviously.
-It's not your fault.

It's actually my fault.

If I had just listened to JT
when he first came to me with this...

I just...
I really believed that it was all over.

Just enough time had passed

since the last beast
battle to give me hope, so...

Well, how do you think I feel?

I got yanked away
from my honeymoon to find out

that there's a beast bounty out there.

I guess our work's not done yet.

Will it ever be?

[knocks on door]

-Hey.
-Hey.

Glad to see you're still packing,
at least.

Yep.

JT, please, I'm sorry, okay?

I should have listened to you.
I should have. I just...

I didn't wanna believe it was
all happening again, you know?

-I just wanted our real lives back.
-So do I.

-Do you, really?
-Yes, I do.

But, look,
we're in different places in our lives,

or at least in our careers.

You're a police captain.

You make a big difference,
all the time. I don't.

Are you kidding?

You affect dozens
of college students, hundreds.

That makes a huge difference.

I know, but...

Look, I want normal
as much as anybody, but...

I've been a part of something
not normal for years...

ever since my best friend
became a beast.

Do I miss it? No.

But did it form me, change me?

Yeah, it did.

So, I don't... I don't understand.
What does that mean?

I mean...

I don't know what I mean.

But I do know that I can't deny
that it's part of who I am now,

the need to make a bigger difference,

the very thing
you convinced me of last year.

I wanna find that.

I need that in my life.

And I need you to support that.

Okay.

As long as you don't get
yourself killed in the process.

What is this?

Bordeaux
and the rest of our honeymoon.

-[chuckles]
-Please, take a seat.

Wow. This looks amazing. What is it?

Yeah. Uh, well, let me tell you.

Voila.

Uh...

v-vich...

Vichyssoise.

With sour cream and chives,

uh, endive with candied pecans,
and aubergine Pro-ven-cal.

-[laughs] I think it's "Provençal."
-Sí.

-Oui.
-Yes.

I wanted to go vegetarian after everything
that happened, you know?

That's good thinkin'.

-Please.
-Oh.

Ah. To us.

To us.

Are you a little worried
you're so exposed up here?

Uh, no.

No, I think we caught the bounty hunter,
we're good.

Come on.
Where there's one, there are more.

It's only a matter of time
before somebody picks up on the trail.

Five million dollars is a lot of money.

Yeah, well, actually,
I was a little disappointed.

-I think I'm worth more than that.
-Vincent, I am being serious.

Come on. One mystery buyer puts out
a bounty on a beast.

He has no idea it's me.

I mean, the poacher didn't even
know it was me, right?

Yeah, but he was close.

And who's to say that you
aren't the last beast standing?

Uh, exactly. All the more reason why
I should be worth a hell of a lot more.

-[sighs]
-Watch those worry lines.

Okay. You're not worried,
I'm not worried.

-Great.
-Fine.

Fantastic.

-Still...
-No, please.

-Seriously, Vincent, you're not worried?
-No.

All right, honestly, maybe a little.

But there's only so much
worrying one can do, right?

I mean, there's Muirfield, Gabe, Liam,
and now bounty hunters.

There's always gonna be something.

Still, there's got to be a way
to stop it somehow.

So, we can live
like a normal married couple,

without worrying about being exposed, too.

Okay, yes, but until that happens,
this is who we are,

my dear wife, for better, for worse.

Monsieur et Madame Bête.