Hey.
What are you doing in here?
He had a bad dream.
Palm City police are out in force today
as the mayor announces his new Chief of Police, Tom Ross,
at a noon day press conference at City Hall.
This despite recent terrorist threats
made against the new chief
by the masked killer known as "Chess."
Now we'll have much more on this developing story...
You be safe.
- See you later, Trip. - Bye, dad.
Palm City Police Department. Can I help you?
- Hey, Billy. - Hey, Vince.
- Good morning, Donna. - Are you sure about that?
Orwell says the threat to the new chief
is coming from inside the department.
What the hell are you doing on Orwell's blog?
Orwell is the only one that seems to know
what the hell is going on in this city.
He just put up a new list of corrupt cops.
Jenner and Brooks are on it.
This is our vision of better days ahead,
a day when a police force can execute its most basic purpose,
to fight crime.
Get me a man on the north corner.
We're looking a little thin there.
I'm on it.
And together we can save Palm City
with your support.
Thank you, Mayor.
Thank you, Palm City.
There's a new day ahead!
[Cheers and applause]
Sir, right here, sir.
Let's roll.
Hope that Chess moron had a front row seat.
Backstage pass.
[Coughing]
Hey, Bobby, what you doing, man?
You and Garcia are my bodies on the chief.
You just called me off.
The hell I did.
Chief!
[Screaming]
[Gasping]
Chief!
[Screaming]
♪ The Cape 1x01 ♪ Pilot Original Air Date on January 9, 2011
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♪ ♪
Hey, buddy.
That's good.
That's really good, but you've gotta turn your hips.
Boom.
Keep your hand up.
I know you'll get him, dad.
I love you.
Ark Corporation?
Come on, man, we've been through this.
It's time, Vince.
We're detectives.
We need to be solving crimes,
not worrying about getting shot in the back by one of our own.
Yeah, but Ark? I mean, come on, what is this?
Some billionaire, Peter Fleming? I mean, how does that work?
After the chief's murder, everything has changed.
From what I'm hearing, Peter Fleming,
the Ark Corporation,
they're gonna take over the police force.
We need guys like you, Vince.
You know what, talk to Dana.
She seems to be the only one of you two with any sense.
[Chuckles]
I thought you'd be happy.
I just want to know it's what you want.
You've always wanted to be a cop.
I'd still be a cop.
Private cop. A corporate cop.
How am I supposed to do my job
if I can't even trust the guy next to me?
No, I get it. I get it.
Ark's taking over the force in six months.
I get in now,
I get good benefits, time off.
Time off, what's that?
- Mmm. - Mmm.
Operating in war theaters in 17 nations,
Ark Corporation is setting a new standard
in privatized law enforcement.
Chairman and CEO Peter Fleming
now plans to bring Ark solutions
to cities all across America.
Mr. Fleming,
this is Vince Faraday,
the Detective I told you about.
Right.
There's a shocking amount of police corruption
in Palm City, Detective.
I hope you've kept your nose clean.
I don't take bribes, no.
Forgive me, that-- that was rude.
You realize that Ark Corporation
is paid billions of dollars
to train police officers in Afghanistan,
while American cities are left to crumble in neglect.
I want to change all that.
This can be a great city again, Vince.
Yes, sir, I believe that.
But first we have to rebuild the trust.
Well, these are good people.
Of course they are.
Well, you're a hometown guy, right?
Yeah, yeah. Born and raised.
I used to play ball over in Ditmuss Park.
My father was a Palm City Sheriff.
Well, then you must have mixed feelings about this,
a privatized police force.
I just want to be a cop.
Good answer.
These people don't know me, Vince.
I'm a faceless bureaucrat.
They need heroes, like Vince Faraday.
Marty will sort you out.
And I want you on the clock first thing Monday morning.
Thank you, sir.
"He propped his glasses on his nose,
cleared his throat, and read aloud."
He's gotta finish his school reading.
We're on it.
Good night, sweetheart.
Good night, mom.
Do it.
Okay.
Now, where were we?
"The Cape dove off the rooftop,
"barely dodging the jets of fire
"streaming from the gauntlets of the arsonist.
"'Let's see if that cape burns,'
"the arsonist sneered.
"'I shoulda killed you while I had the chance.'
"beneath the city, beneath the streets,
"the vermin of the city teems and grows and grows unchecked.
They need a hero."
[Beep]
Hello, Vince, this is Orwell.
I've been watching you.
Sorry to hear you're leaving the force.
Palm City needs honest cops like you.
Guess you bought into the hype
that Ark Corporation will save us all.
Well, not so fast.
This is L-9, super-expanding chemical explosive.
Officially doesn't exist,
but we know better, don't we?
This is what L-9 did to chief Ross.
How'd L-9 reach Palm City?
This man, Dominic Raoul, aka Scales.
Not just a pretty face,
Scales runs the biggest smuggling operation
on the West Coast.
And this is Chess.
My sources tell me Chess and Scales struck a deal,
and a massive shipment of L-9 is moving by train tonight.
Let's see if you're still a cop, Vince.
We'll be in touch.
Vince?
It is 2:00 a.m., man.
You alone?
Yeah, I'm alone.
Did you bust this lock?
And you're opening boxes. Vince, this is illegal.
You think that's illegal?
"Pammy pees.
Hours of toilet training fun."
I don't know about you, but I'm thinking recall.
It's a weaponized shell of L-9 chemical explosive.
I checked six boxes, all the same.
That is what killed the new chief.
So what the hell's it doing on an Ark freight car?
Vince, it's a billion-dollar corporation.
There's a lot of moving parts.
Come on, Marty.
In this city, those moving parts
seem to include organized crime and W.M.D.
Look, we're gonna get outta here, okay?
I'm gonna make some phone calls,
and I'm gonna clear this whole thing up.
Wait, no, no, no.
I got this!
Oh, Marty.
Marty, what did you do?
Do you play chess?
I ask because you have an aggressive opening.
In the game, I'd call it the Latvian Gambit.
You forced me to fine-tune some things.
What's the plan for the L-9?
But we are in the middle game.
Pawns become crucial,
and out of your inexperience
you left your King vulnerable.
Your family.
Dana, Trip.
Don't you dare.
Don't you dare!
My life is like a game of chess.
Chess must pay for his crimes.
Ark will make him pay.
And when they do, the Mayor will turn over the police to me.
And when the coroner's report is released,
it will be your skin they find
under Chief Ross' fingernails.
This is check, Vince.
Marty, don't. Don't do this.
Please, don't do this.
[Grunting]
Tighter.
[Screams]
You have one move left.
Run.
[Indistinct shouting]
There he is!
[Indistinct shouting]
Newscopter 7 is on the scene now,
and we will continue...
Hey, oatmeal okay, hon?
Sure. Where's dad?
I don't know, he must have had to go into work early.
Hey, mom, I think they caught Chess.
Is that where dad is?
Maybe.
...Have a very fluid situation developing.
Wait, there's new information coming in right now.
Stop where you are!
Why don't we turn that off?
The suspect has been identified
as former police sergeant Vince Faraday.
Why did he say that?
Say what?
He said dad was Chess.
Said what?
He said dad.
It was a mistake. You didn't hear it right.
- What-- - Quiet, quiet, Trip.
...News 7 as we continue to bring you...
Recap, Ark personnel are in pursuit
of a suspect believed-- - mom, it's him!
Why are they chasing him?
It's a mistake.
[Bullets ricochet]
[Gasps]
Oh, mom!
[Sobbing]
Shh, shh, shh.
[Overlapping chatter]
Mr. Fleming, how's this gonna work?
Is Ark taking over the police department?
Look, Chess is dead.
And today Palm City is safer because of us.
There is work to be done,
there are details to be ironed out,
but as of today I humbly accept the Mayor's offer.
Palm City will have
the first fully-private metropolitan police force
in the United States.
Thank you.
[Overlapping chatter]
[Monkey screeches]
Wake him up.
[Coughs]
Rollo.
No, no, no, hold on. I'm awake, I'm awake.
187 on the nose, am I right?
Where am I?
Answer him, jerkface.
He's guessing your weight.
187, is he right?
187.
Yeah, that's right.
He's never wrong.
I never miss.
So you're Chess, huh?
No, I'm--I'm not Chess.
Is there egg on my face?
Whatever gave me that impression?
Popo.
Authorities continue to gather evidence
after the explosion that appears to have taken the life
of Vince Faraday,
aka Chess.
- Oops! - No, I was framed.
Look, you want the truth?
Chess is Peter Fleming.
[Laughter]
He is!
Look, who are you? What do you want?
Money, you poor, slow-thinking man.
We are the carnival of crime.
We're professional bank robbers.
Now are you any use to me or not?
Because I'm getting thirsty.
No, I--
I'm just a cop.
Wrong answer.
Rollo.
[Groans]
We hate cops!
They arrest people like us.
You're-- Max, you're screaming.
What? I'm using my stage voice.
When you were Chess, you were interesting.
Now you're boring.
Dump him in the desert
and cut the fingers off.
Head too, I guess.
But he's cute!
No, no, wait, wait, wait!
I'm a cop who had authority
over every security procedure,
code schedule, and personnel shift
for the Palm City Branch of Ark Security Corporation.
Get tattoo here to check my pocket.
Rollo.
Outside pocket, cue ball.
That is a master key.
It talks to alarm keypads, bypasses security codes.
You probably already know that Ark alarms
and security troops are taking over
every bank in Palm City.
So now you tell me,
how much is my life worth?
Whoa!
[Screaming]
Ladies and gentlemen, this is a holdup!
[Screaming]
Get down!
On your faces!
[Beeping]
Come on, we're leaving.
[Cheering]
[Laughter]
Gentlemen, we have a winner.
[Laughter]
Whoo!
Go, go, go, go!
This next video's from the South Palm City branch.
Do we think the raccoon acted alone?
Probably not, sir.
You have a beautiful family.
Thank you.
Search the forests.
Find these comedians.
Yes, sir.
[Phone rings]
Hello?
[Dial tone]
It's time to move on, Vincent.
I can't let my son think that I did those things.
Go on.
Explain to him that you're not dead.
But the moment Vince Faraday pops up,
Chess will kill them.
Believe me.
They're safer with you gone.
Then I'll kill Chess.
Ark is bigger than just one man.
No, I can find evidence.
I can prove that I'm innocent.
And give it to who?
He is the cops.
Then what?
You take his damn money, that's how you take down Ark.
And who better than me to take it?
That is not enough.
Here's the deal, Vincent.
You help me rob Peter Fleming,
and I'll help you get your family back.
Trip.
Sweetie, are you hungry?
Will you eat something a little later for mommy?
Okay.
I haven't seen this old rag in years.
That would be quite an act.
But I can't help you.
Why not?
Look, we got a good thing going here.
You've got a good thing going.
What are you afraid of?
You're dreaming.
I'm still his father, Max.
I have to show him that he isn't alone.
I have to send him a message.
What message, that his dad's lost his mind?
That it's not all corrupt,
that one man can still make a difference.
Max, you made me a promise.
I kept my end of it.
Now you tell me, have you got anything left in the tank?
Were you ever anything?
You watch it, punk.
I don't see it.
Ah, you're just a broken down old loser.
I'm Max Malini!
Is it possible?
I've broken 92 bones in pursuit of the perfect illusion,
trained a generation of escapists, acrobats, magicians.
I specialize in impossible.
But this--
this won't cut it.
You need something special.
But I do nothing halfway.
This will cost you.
You'll learn just how much the human body can withstand
and the mind.
You give me your soul, Vince Faraday,
and I'll make you the greatest circus act that ever lived.
When do we start?
It was one-of-a-kind.
Had varied elements,
like a weighted hem for throws.
It was designed for Lozmo, the Russian escapist.
They called him unkillable.
[Laughs]
Now...Voila!
It's made entirely of spider silk.
Stronger than Kevlar.
But thinner than filament.
Retract!
And snap.
Again.
Spin, spin, spin.
And snap it!
The cape must retract,
free you up to fight with a fighting form
that embraces The Cape--
British bartitsu, kodokan judo.
The warrior-dancers of the Tang Dynasty
used their robes as weapons.
Again!
And so will you.
One day.
There are 37 vanishing illusions
that use a cape.
You will master them all.
[Bell dings]
All right, little man,
let's see how tough you are
when I'm not tied to a chair.
Bring it, bitch boy!
[Laughs]
Whoo!
In mentalism, the point is not to let the sucker know
he's being hypnotized, right.
So you talk about the weather,
or my wife, she give me a hard time.
You move his eye,
slowly you're working your way into his mind,
into his very soul.
[Slaps table] What was that?
I just hypnotized you, sucker.
You hyp--yeah, right.
Then why are you wearing the girlie panties, Vincent?
The girl--what?
[Laughs]
That is not cool. That is not cool, Ruvi!
[Bell dings]
Come on, Vince. Do it.
Come on.
Come on!
Yeah!
Do it!
Yeah.
Yeah!
[Grunting]
Yeah, come on!
What you got?
[Laughter and cheering]
There you go.
Hmm.
You wish, sucker.
You give me a hundred bucks, I won't tell the crew.
[Both laugh]
You!
Don't get cocky.
I think you're ready.
[Boat horn blows]
[Truck horn honks]
It's him.
It's Scales.
Isn't he, like, deformed?
Just don't stare, man.
Whatever you do, don't stare.
Hurry up, you slugs!
Let's get this stuff on the ship.
Wait a minute, let me see that thing.
Nice.
Move it!
[Screaming]
Sweet threads.
Come on!
It's gonna be cold.
I know you'll get 'em, dad.
I love you.
The escapist controls his fear,
focuses the mind.
Trusts his training.
Come on, you slugs, let's get a move on!
Come on, chop, chop. Over here.
That's what we want.
Load up.
Unload it! You got 30 minutes!
Wait, you're Orwell?
Get up.
What are you, like 12?
You're the one wearing long underwear and a cape.
Fair enough.
Who do you work for?
I don't work for anyone.
Please.
You're just another mind game
to squirm out of Peter Fleming's twisted brain.
What are you doing?
Running the fingerprints you gave me
when you pushed the button in the car.
I'll find you.
Turn that off. Don't, stop.
Stop Vince Faraday.
Vince Faraday is dead.
You put this on your blog,
you put my family in danger, and I swear to God--
We're on the same side, Vince.
How many cops did you rat out? I lost count.
Dirty cops.
I wasn't.
You ruined my life.
I just thought you might want to know
who it is you're working for.
Oh, yeah, thank you.
I found out all right.
So this is real?
You're fighting back?
Do I have a choice?
Why the getup?
I have my reasons.
It's an unconvention war.
I want to help you, Vince.
I'm The Cape.
Cape, fine.
I'm invisible to them, and I have to stay that way.
But you, you could be a symbol.
And trust me, I could help you hit Peter Fleming where he's weakest.
Together we could scare him.
Together we could take this city back.
sir, it's Marty.
We got a hit on a grifter-type bank robber named Max Malini.
Surrounds himself with a bunch of circus type
we got a team heading over to their hideout now.
Yes, that's--that's good.
Bring him to me at The Lady Luck.
Everything okay, Mr. Fleming?
[Chuckles]
Oh, yeah.
I'm wonderful.
Don't die, Max.
I need names.
Die?
I'm just getting warmed up, sweetheart.
Mr. Raoul,
tear his arms off.
Damn, look at you, son.
I could make you a star.
Whatever he's paying you, I'll double it.
I don't think so.
Doesn't anyone value showmanship anymore?
[Groans]
Find him.
He's one old man.
[Phone rings]
- Vince? - Yeah.
They got Max.
Ark troops took him.
I think they got him on some ship down by the pier.
I'm on my way.
Got your back.
[Panting]
[Laughs]
So you're Scales, huh?
Yeah.
And the yellow brick road is that way.
Not impressed.
Let's party.
Ahh!
Say hello to Dorothy, bitch.
Abracadabra, pops.
Presto.
[Screams]
I got you, Max.
Try not to talk.
I'm the one dying here.
I like to talk.
What you said about your boy,
about showing him one man can make a difference,
that stayed with me.
You take it from a man who never knew his father
and never had a son,
that bond,
it's what makes heroes.
Want to say something profound,
last words and all,
but God, I--
I need a drink.
Max.
Max!
Damn it, I thought that was it.
And I wasted that great speech.
Let's get you up.
Set the charges,
blow the shipment.
Whoa, you have two tons of L-9 down here.
That'll take out half of Palm City.
And after, the people will be so afraid
the fear will never leave them.
Ark can pursue its goals while they cheer for us.
Checkmate.
When I press send,
it blows the charges.
You might want to bring the submarine around.
Palm City's air quality's about to take a hit.
[Punch landing, groaning]
Stay and set the damn charges!
Orwell, I need you jam all cell phone activity
within 500 feet.
Chess!
I'll find out who you are,
I'll find out who you love,
I will make them scream.
[Beep]
No bars.
You did good out there, Vince.
Yeah, you too, Orwell.
But now you're the mystery.
Who are you anyway?
No one special.
You Trip Faraday?
You read my comic?
I knew your father.
He was a good cop.
And he was framed for those crimes.
But I know the guilty,
and I will not stop until they know justice.
Your father asked me to give you a message.
He said don't lose hope,
don't ever lose hope.
And be good to your mother.
And study your math, you need to work on your math.
And he said to tell you
that he loves you more than anything.
And someday,
someday you'll see each other again.
Give us the cash now!
Now!
You want to die today? Do you?
No, please, I have a family.
Open your register.
Don't try to be a hero, dog.
Get down on the floor real slow.
No problem, no problem.
Okay.
Hurry up, fat boy.
Come on, pops, speed it up.
Take all the cash out of the drawer.
Take it out, now, now!
Come on, come on, come on.
You think this is funny? Hurry up, Borat!
Please, I have kids.
What'd I say, man?
I said don't try to be a hero, dog.
Use your head, man. You don't wanna get shot.
- What's up, dog? - What?
That was--you--you--
how'd you do it?
- I have an item here. - Keep it, take it.
- It's good. - It's fine, I can--
No, no, no, I insist.
Thank you.
You're a superhero.
What do they call you?
The Cape.
The Cape?
Well...
You'll work on it.
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