Belle: He did let me go.

Regina: But there was no kissing. True love's kiss will break any curse. He'll be an ordinary man again.

Recapper: That curse is unbreakable, no matter what you do. (I kid, fellas.)

Rumpy watches out the window for Belle's return. When he spots her on the road, he flies to his spinning wheel, and acts all casual like.

Rumpy: I have my dignity. So, uh, Belle. What's up?

Belle: You're happy I'm back and you promised me a story. Tell me about your son.

Rumpy: I lost him.

Belle: And since then, you've loved no one, and no one has loved you. I wasn't going to come back, you know, but something changed my mind. I'm going to kiss you, now.

Rumpy: What's happening? All my gold spray paint is flecking off.

Belle: Kiss me again. It's working! Any curse can be broken.

Rumpy flies into a rage and demands to know who told Belle about the curse. Belle only stammers out, "She," before Rumpy puts it together. He marches over to one of his mirrors, and uncovers it. Ah, he wasn't mirror averse because of his awful skin and wretched teeth. He just didn't want Queenie all up in his business. Personally, Rumpy, I'd have removed all the mirrors from my house. You never know what she might overhear. I'm just saying.

Rumpy: Excuse me, I have to yell at the mirror now, and really freak out my belov ... housekeeper, but we all know I'm yelling at Regina. Do you think you can make me weak? Do you think you can defeat me?

Belle: Who are you talking to?

Rumpy: The queen.

Recapper: ...

Jack Bauer: Belle, WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?

Belle: Um...true love?

Rumpy: Shut up. Just shut up. NO ONE COULD EVER, EVER LOVE ME.

Recapper: Okay, Robert Carlyle, in that one line, just sold me on Rumpy also being the Beast. I didn't expect to feel this way.

Belle: You're telling me.

Rumpy: I'm throwing you back in the dungeon now.

Belle: Damn.

Back in Storybrooke, Gold removes the duct tape from French's mouth, so he can both interrogate him about his missing possession, and shove his cane down French's mouth. (Not a euphemism.)

Gold: Frenchy, you're going to tell me two things. Where's my not-at-all-secret item? And who told you to take it?