All language subtitles for Beauty.and.the.Beast.2012.S04E11_[English] (SUBRIP)

Previously on
Beauty & the Beast...
Vincent, don't!

DHS is everywhere
looking for you.

You killed
the deputy secretary.

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? ¶

¶ 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.

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.

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.

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...
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.

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.

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

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."

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.

"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?

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.

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.

It's here. It's found me.

Vincent, what's happening?

Hey!
Come on!

Go, go! Go after him!

Hey!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

: You know, JT was
crazy for ever letting you go.

Thank you.

But it's not like
I've gone very far.

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.

¶ ¶

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.

Boom.

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.

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.

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...

I'm never gonna
find a better partner.

I'm never gonna find
a better friend.

It's Garrus.

Where is he?

Closer than we thought.

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.

Hey. Look,

I think we're
in trouble here.
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.

Stop! No!

He's our only lead
to the new beast!

You could have killed him.

Oh, he'll live.

More to the point, he'll talk.

Dr. Garrus.

Good morning.

Where am I? Who are you people?

NYPD. And friends.

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...
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.

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.

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.

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.

Have you seen my girlfriend?

Uh, no.

Have you seen my files?

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?

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.
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?

Vincent, no!

What are you doing?

am gonna use you... as bait.

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.

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?

Who's he?

Albert Garrus, new bad guy.

Cat and Vincent are... busy.

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!

Oh, jt!

Looks like we
got company.

Vincent, what's happening?
I don't know.

Get to the cage! Go!

You okay?

I will be.

Why the hell would
a beast use a grenade?

I don't know.

Why did the attack stop?
Is he gone?

I think so.

I wasn't expecting
that, either.

Something is definitely
not right here.

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...

...on our way.

Garrus.

We're too late.

He was our last chance.
What do we do now?

And now we're out of options.

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.

Here. It's your new life.

Heather got the files
I needed to make

identities to get you
out of New York.

They haven't seen

the video yet.
We still have time.

For what, Cat?

The fight's over.

We lost.

None of us want
this, but...

at least you'll be safe.

The only thing

left to do is to let you go.

¶ Ooh... ooh ¶

¶ Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh. ¶

It feels like something

terrible is happening.

Something terrible
is happening.

They're leaving.

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.

Or at least have
sex one more time.

:
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.

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.

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.

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.

Go!

Catherine Chandler,
Vincent Keller,

you're under arrest.

Keep this area clear!

It's okay.
Get 'em out of here!