Beauty and the Beast

Season 2 Episode 4

Dead of Winter

Aired Friday 8:00 PM Dec 09, 1988 on CBS



  • Trivia

  • Quotes

    • Catherine: Can you hear it, Vincent?
      Vincent: Only the quiet...and the wind crying to get in.
      Catherine: You can hear it if you try. The music.
      Vincent: (referring to Catherine asking him if he dances) Yes, I hear it... Catherine, that question that you asked me earlier...

    • Father: Winterfest is a time for brotherhood, for joy and trust. Now, if we forget that, if we let this day of all days to be tainted with fear...then Paracelsus will truly have won.
      Vincent: Is this how we want Winterfest to end? Each of us slinking away to nurse our wounds, each alone? Have we forgotten what this day means?
      Mouse: Okay good. Okay fine.
      Father: Catherine, you are a part of us now. Come, complete the circle.

    • Narcissa: Beware the poison rose!

    • Father: I ought to have my head examined for letting you talk me into this.
      Sebastian: You can examine it all you like, Jacob. It won't help your game one little bit.

    • Catherine: (turns to Vincent) Vincent, can I ask you something very personal?
      Vincent: You can ask me anything, Catherine.
      Catherine: Do you dance?

    • Father: Peter, would you care for a game?
      Peter: Oh, Jacob. Have you ever considered consulting a psychologist about that streak of masochism?

    • Sebastian: Ah? Chess. The game of kings...not to mention rooks and pawns. Well, set them up! Set them up! Time for your annual humiliation.
      Father: Never again. Last year, he took my king.
      Sebastian: Well, isn't that the whole idea?
      Father: No, the whole idea is that you capture the pieces, not make them disappear.

    • Catherine: (regarding the tapestries) Wonderful. Where do they come from? Who is the artist?
      Vincent: It is a mystery that we have never solved, Catherine. Perhaps, they are enchanted. I use to imagine they were magic windows that if I stared at them long enough and hard enough they might open up and I could pass through to another world. But when I reached out, they were only cloth.

    • Vincent: Can I lead you through the dark?
      Catherine: There is no darkness, Vincent, when you are with me.

    • Father: Third of a century? Hard for me to believe it, Vincent. You were only a babe in my arms that first year.
      Vincent: My oldest memory is of a Winterfest. I must have been three or four. I remember a cold, dark room. Footsteps echoed all around me. I was frightened. Devin held my hand. Then, they lit the candles and the darkness pushed back. When I saw the tapestries for the first time... they took my breath away.

    • Mary: Pascal, are you leaving so early?
      Pascal: I have to check the pipes.
      Father: My dear friend, what's there to check? Everyone is down here, including our helpers.
      Pascal: I don't like to be away too long. You never can tell.
      Vincent: Pascal, surely you can spare a few hours.
      Pascal: I just want to check the pipe chamber. Make sure that everything is...
      Catherine: Still there?

    • Rebecca: Wasn't so long ago that I was delivering the candles instead of making them.
      Father: I remember. Especially the year when you fell and twisted your knee.
      Vincent: Sometimes we have to fall, Father, to learn how to get up.
      Rebecca: Mouse was the worst. That first year I made the candles, he broke half of them with that catapult of his.
      Father: (laughs) Our poor helpers thought that someone was flinging missles at them.

    • Paracelsus: (regarding his rigged bomb chess-piece set) Press the rose and the next time the box is opened, checkmate.

    • Paracelsus: There are no friends in the darkness, old woman. In the dark, all men are enemies.

    • Father: (regarding chess) I'm looking forward to Winterfest. There are still a few helpers I can beat.
      Vincent: Don't think of yourself as a bad player, Father. Only a very good teacher.

    • Father: The world above us is cold and gray, summer a distant memory. Our world too has known its winters, so each year we begin this feast in darkness, as our world began in darkness.
      Vincent: Long before the city above us raised its towers to the sky, men sought shelter in these caverns.
      Mary: In those days, these tunnels were dark places and those who dwelt in fear and isolation.
      Vincent: This was a land of lost hope and twisted dreams, a land of depair, where the sounds of footsteps coming down a tunnel were the sounds of terror. Where mean reached for knives and rocks and worse at the sound of other men's voices.
      Father: At last a few people learned to put aside their fear.
      Mary: And we began to trust each other, to help each other.
      Vincent: Each of us grew stronger, those who took the help and those who gave it.
      Father: We all were a part of one another, one family, one community. Sometimes we forget this and so we meet here each year to give thanks to those who have helped us and to remember, even the greatest darkness is nothing, so long as we share the light.

    • Father: Darkness almost engulfed us, but our unity gave us strength. Our shared light showed us the truth. As we part for another year let us remember. Darkness is only the absence of light...and all winters end.

    • Catherine: Vincent, it's beautiful. Remember how I told you that when I was little I was afraid of the dark. My mother gave me a candle to light at my bedside before I went to sleep. Just a tiny little thing, a birthday candle. Somehow, it made it all right. I have loved candles ever since.
      Vincent: This is no ordinary candle. This is for Winterfest. It is a special time for us. We have other celebrations, all the holidays and traditions we share with your world, but Winterfest is our own. A time to remember the past, dream of the future. Each year, we deliver these candles to our helpers in the world Above. Without their light, our world would be dark. Our lives would be cold without their warmth.The candles are our way of saying that they're a part of us. Everyone, the entire community has agreed this year that Winterfest would be incomplete unless you are there.

    • Father: Even the darkness is nothing, so long as we share the light.

  • Notes

  • Allusions

    • Tamara: It was all so long ago. What has their world to do with you?
      Paracelsus: Their world is mine by rights. I made them. I taught them. But... they have lessons yet to learn.
      Tamara: What kind of lessons?
      Paracelsus: Poetry lessons. (recites from "Dover Beach" by Matthew Arnold)

      For the world, which seems
      To lie before us like a land of dreams,
      So various, so beautiful, so new.
      Hath really no joy, nor love, nor light,
      Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
      And we are here as on a darkling plain
      Swept with confused alarms of struggle and fight
      Where ignorant armies clash by night.