Beauty and the Beast: Pilot Review
We head to the morgue where Ashley's waxy body is laid out on the table (way to go, special effects team), where coroner Evan (Max Brown) informs just Catherine (because Tess is obviously off finding new ways to poke fun at Cat's sex life) that the head wounds are superficial, and that there are no signs of trauma, but still the girl is dead. She does have a weird rash, and shows signs of receiving CPR. Evan also found a hair, and uses the opportunity to ask Catherine out on a date since his flight attendant girlfriend has been transferred to another city. But she's a flight attendant. She could easily fly back, no? Whatever.
Their awkward flirting is interrupted by a call on Cat's cell phone, saying that Ashley's husband turned up claiming he was home all night. He tries to show them proofs he was developing (people still do that?) and reveals a happy face stamp on his wrist, a clear sign he was at a nightclub. He says he went to a fundraiser on his way to work... at home? His timeline seems shady. As does the fact that his proofs are on a faux iPad, with dates that could easily have been fiddled with. Ashley recently got a promotion, and so the crack detectives start to wonder if someone at work hated her enough to kill her.
Cut to interviewing Ashley's assistant Emily, who has about a pound of random makeup and whatnot in her purse, which she lays on the table while searching for Ashley's flash drive. Ashley thinks that Chloe the beauty editor felt entitled to the job, and was miffed that Ashley got the raise. This whole annoying situation is interrupted by Evan, who tells Cat that the DNA from the hair is corrupt but it has the same cross-species DNA that turned up in her mom's case.
She sits in her apartment (which is HUGE by the way), and looks through footage that makes her go to New Math because his car was spotted near the crime scene. But Tess finds out that New Math's alibi is totally solid, but that doesn't dissuade Catherine from going to the creepy warehouse to check things out totally on her own and without any sort of a warrant or evidence.