Man, I love Brazil nuts.
You don't hear much about 'em,
but they reflect well on Brazil.
Where's Fleming?
Mr. Fleming wanted to be here to tell you how much
he appreciates everything you're doing down here
with the dock workers' union and whatnot.
And he's so pleased he sent me a charmer like you.
Ah, funny. You got a good sense of humor.
No, he had a massage this afternoon--
priorities, you know.
But he did want me to let you know that we--
myself, Ark, Peter Fleming--
uh, will be helping you
with security on the slips from now on...
Oh, and on the offloads too.
If you think...
I'm gonna pay you geezers
for things I don't need...
You're very much mistaken, my friend.
I think you have me confused with someone
who gives a flying frag...
- Scales. - [Growls]
You're unhappy with the arrangement,
take it up with your Congressman.
You just made a big mistake.
You just made me remember you.
Come on.
He's a menace, bro.
That scaly bastard put his driver in the hospital
for making a right turn on red.
Prices are going up next time, bro.
Budget accordingly.
Peter Fleming will be helping you with security
on the slips from now on...
Oh, and on the offloads too.
Well, if you think I'm paying you geezers...
My God, Fleming has lifted shamelessness to an art form.
As "Chess," he already takes half of Scales' profits
from the extortion rackets down on the docks,
and now, without the mask,
he wants Scales to pay half of whatever's left to Ark.
What is that?
A parabolic miniature.
- Yeah? What about the, uh--
the bendy, straw-shaped camera thing?
Are you gonna take that?
It's called an acorn,
and it rests in the feathers in the mask.
Why would you want to put it in the feathers?
Are you coming after my camera placement?
Because, seriously, you do not want to come
after my camera placement.
All I'm saying is that if I'm Fleming
and I see a camera in your feathers,
I'm gonna shoot you on sight.
Why don't you shoot me now? I'll get ready faster.
If you don't like the setup, do the train recon by yourself.
Oh, yeah, good idea.
Yeah, spotting me on that train,
that's really gonna get Scales and Fleming to open up.
Look, I just need to shake it up, all right?
I need to knock the pieces off the board,
and I need Scales to out Fleming on that train.
You gonna work with me or not?
What is wrong with you today?
It's Trip's birthday.
Birthdays are overrated.
Not when you're turning ten.
Are we brooding or suiting up?
Both.
I'll leave you to it.
[Men talking indistinctly]
Max, I--I need you.
Does the word "privacy" mean the same thing
in your dictionary as it does in mine?
Look, I'm sorry to interrupt. I-I need backup.
Backup?
Oh, so you're Gladys Knight, and we're the Pips?
He's a pip.
Do you want me to physically hurt you?
Why do you go to this place of--of violence so quickly?
Cannot there be a little bit of friendly teasing?
Rollo! An ounce of restraint.
I was just teasing.
Max.
Our dance card is full this evening, Vincent.
Carnival business.
You run solo tonight.
Fine.
I will.
The man's not a fool, Max.
We are the Carnival of Crime.
If he expects us to change our spots,
he's sorely mistaken.
Get out the hacksaw, Ruvi.
Betty needs a shave.
[Choking]
[Beep]
Call the Gecko.
[Phone beeps, dialing]
You interrupted lasagna night.
And I like lasagna.
Are you a pawn or a King, Raoul?
I'm a dock worker with low blood sugar.
Peter Fleming thinks you're a pawn.
Or should I say "Chess" thinks you're a pawn?
Come again?
Peter Fleming, head of Ark,
he's also Chess, the crime boss.
As far as your rackets down here go,
you're paying the same man twice.
If I want financial advice, I'll ask my accountant,
not flower girls.
Just think about it.
Ark and all the news stories-- they've been screaming for weeks
that this cop Faraday is Chess.
They got bank accounts, letters, police reports.
Case closed on this guy, right?
The last time we met, you and Chess were moving L-9
down on the docks after Faraday got himself blown up.
The cop was a patsy...
But they made him look like Lincoln's assassin.
So you tell me this--
who owns all the local TV stations?
Who runs the privatized police force
that investigated the case?
Who is the only person in Palm City with the resources
to make a frame like that stick?
That weed! Fleming's clipping us twice!
He's hustling us, Mr. Raoul.
Quiet, or I'll amputate your tongues.
I just wanted you to have that information
before you meet Fleming on the train tonight.
Stop making me ask you questions.
What train?
The Monte Carlo train. The gala?
Fleming, the mayor--
every rich player in the city rubbing elbows,
making dirty handshake deals,
gambling for charity.
Come on, don't play me, Raoul.
I know you're gonna be there.
Why didn't I know about this?
F-first I've heard of it, boss.
Well, maybe you didn't know about it
because blue-collar public-school guys like you
don't matter to a guy like Fleming.
If your goal was to enrage me,
you've made a good start.
Really? I've always found you to be so even-tempered.
[Chuckles] Nimble little gnome, isn't he?
[Exciting music]
The Cape 1x04 Scales Original Air Date on January 24, 2011
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The Monte Carlo express leaves in 15 minutes.
Please have your tickets ready.
[Overlapping chatter]
Can I get a picture here, Mr. Fleming?
I look like an escaped mental patient.
Remind me to fire that P.R. nitwit.
[All shouting]
Palm City's not sure about you
or Ark Corporation.
The whole operation feels mechanized, a bit cold.
Seeing you in your white hat and six guns takes the edge off,
helps folks see you as a person,
a person with a sense of humor.
I don't have a sense of humor.
No law against keeping that a secret.
Who is this competent-sounding person,
and what has he done with my head of security?
I'll see you on the other end.
Eyes forward, please.
Today's birthday guest is Trip Faraday's father,
Detective Vincent Faraday
of the Palm City police department.
Hey, guys.
- Why do you wear black? - Why do--
so the bad guys can't see him at night.
- That's right. - What kind of gun do you carry?
This bad boy is a Kimber custom II semi-automatic pistol.
Are you gonna catch Chess? [Kids gasp]
You bet we are.
But for safety, I want you guys to keep your doors locked
when you're home alone.
And never answer the door to a stranger, okay?
All: Okay.
Okay? All: Okay!
Happy Birthday, deputy.
[Horns honking]
Move it! Come on!
Come on already!
[Cell phone ringing]
- Travis. - That is my name.
Are you still up for going over
the Cordray depositions tonight?
I'm pretty much at your place now.
Oh, God, I am so sorry.
I am stuck in horrendous traffic.
Look, the cake place was a zoo.
Trip's gonna have to let you in,
but he is super-conscientious
about not letting strangers in the house.
So I'm gonna have to call ahead and warn him and--
[disconnect tone beeps]
Um, hello?
Oh, come on. Really?
[Horn honks]
[Sighs]
Trip...
Hey, there.
I'm Travis. I work with your mom.
Did she call you to tell you about me meeting her here
to do some work? No.
Huh. Well, uh, I just spoke to her a little while ago.
You remember me from the office, right?
No.
No? Face doesn't ring any bells?
No.
Oh, I forgot, it's your birthday.
Happy Birthday. Your mom told me.
You could have googled me.
You're not gonna let me in, are you?
Oh! My good friend Peter Fleming.
[Paparazzi calling out]
Is Mr. Raoul a business associate of yours?
I know you're Chess.
Keep shaking my hand, or in five seconds,
they will too.
Well, have a pleasant evening.
- Excuse me? - You getting this?
I told you, don't question my camera placement.
Chess is dead.
Not according to my bank book he isn't.
But I'll be happy to discuss it...
Right now, if you'd like.
What do you want, Raoul?
Well, I'm a bit east end for you, aren't I, Peter?
You see, I grew up with nothing--
no mom and dad to smooth the way for me.
That makes a boy ambitious.
But you wouldn't understand.
No, I'm just wondering
how this inarticulate class resentment
translates into a specific course of action.
Oh, it's simple.
You are going to approach mayor welkins,
and you're going to introduce him
to his new supplier of raw materials
for all city development projects.
That would be you.
Absolutely, Fauntleroy!
Now, roll out the red carpet.
Tonight's my debut. Come on, noodle.
Uh, one more, Pete. One more, one more.
[Camera shutters clicking]
Great. Thanks for that, Pete.
This is the final boarding call
for the Monte Carlo express.
Again, please have your tickets ready
and proceed to the boarding area.
Thank you. No. Oh, no.
All aboard.
No, not here, not tonight.
[Train horn blares]
[Laughter, indistinct chatter]
I thought you didn't like small talk.
The Carnival's gonna heist the train.
- Are they suicidal? - Apparently so.
I want you to stay on Scales and Fleming.
I'm gonna go and find Max. And do what?
Explain to him there are limits to friendship.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Portman?
Yeah.
- You're--you're dressed as... - It's a costume party--
heroes and villains.
You were still fresh in my mind.
I like the utility belt, man.
Oh. Velcro.
Nice.
It's upside down.
I know. Can we just keep this between us?
This is a little embarrassing. Yeah, sure.
I, uh--I just never had a fan before.
Well, have a good life.
Wait. What--what are you doing here?
I'm working.
Wait. What--what's going on?
Is there something wrong with the train?
If there is, I want to help! All right, all right.
I want you to go in there and keep your eyes peeled
for a little guy with a .38 tucked in his belt.
Is somebody robbing the train?
I think we should call the police.
There are no police. It's just you and me.
All right?
The guy with the .38, what should I do if I find him?
Don't hit him with that foil thing.
He's little, but he's mean.
Mr. Mayor.
Judge Preston.
Hello.
Thank you.
Lovely robes, your majesty.
Oh, my God, who are you?
That's the most hideous costume I've ever seen.
What are you talking about? This isn't a costume.
Better get your eyes checked, you silly old bat.
Mr. Mayor, this is Dominic Raoul.
Dominic looks out for the longshoremen, you may know,
but he also sells cement.
I'll let him tell you all about it.
Work your magic.
Don't believe everything
you read in the newspapers, mayor.
They earn a fortune sullying a man's reputation.
No, I'm more into real estate and construction these days.
What do you pay for for your copper pipe
these days, mayor?
Oh, I don't really know offhand.
60 a ton I get it for.
Cheap metals, all your important woods
for 1/3 of what your people are paying.
And the best bit-- no tax.
Excuse me.
Where the bloody hell are you going?
A man more sensitive than meself might take offense.
It isn't proper, what you're suggesting,
all right?
Are you telling me I'm improper?
I'm telling you I am needed elsewhere...
Right now.
Go on, you perfumed poodle.
What is it, you don't think I can pay the toll?
I'll buy and sell you.
Is there trouble here, sir?
What are you looking at?
Give me a drink!
- You can't do this, Rollo. - Stay out of it, Vince.
Don't make me show you crazy. I got a chance here.
Scales is gonna out Fleming as Chess.
It's my chance at clearing my name.
It's not my problem.
Look, there's 200 people on board.
You heist this, someone's gonna get shot.
I'm not gonna let you rob the train, man.
Don't make me pull a barrel on you, bro.
Where's Max? I want to speak to him.
He's doing his job.
Now back off!
You reach for this gun, and I'll cut that hand off.
I told you, don't get cocky!
You watch it, Beatlemania, or I'll flash your face too.
Get up. Come on.
[Train horn blares]
What--what-- what were you doing?
Here, s-sit here.
Uh, I know. I-I'll get you some water.
I'll get-- I'll get water.
Okay, eight-year-old,
the s'mores-free fire zone is officially secured.
All right...
Sleeping bag. Three, two, one...
Go, go, go, go.
[Laughs] I totally beat you.
Yeah?
North, northeast.
You're a navigator.
You okay?
My friend Sam's parents are getting divorced.
His dad's moving to Minnesota,
and he's only gonna see him, like, twice a year.
And you're worried something like that
is gonna happen to our family?
'Cause it won't. I know, but...
What if I have to go somewhere?
What if I have to walk somewhere really far...
And no one was there to tell me which way to go?
You don't need a compass.
You got me.
I love you, dad.
Trevor?
Travis!
You're a lawyer, right?
I am a defense attorney...
An uncomfortable defense attorney.
If it looks like someone is guilty of doing something--
I mean, something bad--
how do they prove that they're innocent?
They don't.
They don't have to.
The burden is on the system to prove guilt.
Citizens are presumed innocent.
Nothing can take that presumption away.
So technically...
I mean, legally and all, my dad is innocent?
Yeah.
He is.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Why Palm City, Mr. Fleming?
That's a good question, and I'm glad you asked it.
Guys, it's not a boxing ring.
Please. You all right, miss?
I'm fine.
Thank you.
Look, it's not that I chose Palm City
as much as Palm City chose me.
It chose a 62% drop in violent crime
since we privatized the police force.
It chose beautification programs
that are already improving our shopping districts.
That's because of the sweeps.
You round anyone up who even looks suspicious,
throw them into illegal detention,
and bribe judges to keep the conviction rate up.
That's not a choice. It's Fascism.
Uh...
Wow.
Looks like somebody has been reading
the "Orwell is watching" blog.
A word to the wise, a lot of misinformation.
Ah, she's gone to report to her friend Orwell.
[Laughter] That's someone I'd like to meet.
Appreciate it.
No, I got this.
You greedy little vulture.
You won't be so smug when your port goes dark.
Mr. Raoul?
Give it a second.
I want to see how this plays out.
Mr. Fleming, I don't know why you brought this thug with you,
but he is unwelcome here.
And if he is your friend-- - he is not my friend.
And if he is bothering you,
I'll have him ejected at the next stop.
You'll have me ejected?
- You heard me. - Okay.
Mayor, your majesty, ladies and gentlemen,
it may interest you to know that Peter Fleming
is the notorious crime lord and murderer
known as "Chess."
[Laughter]
This is all very awkward, Peter.
Do your job.
Detain Mr. Raoul.
[Women gasp]
Up against the wall! All of ya!
You want villains?
I'll give you a proper villain.
Listen up!
We want all your wallets, jewelry, and cell phones
in the bag.
And we'll start with you.
I feel much better now, noodle.
Back to basics, Mr. Raoul.
Yeah, all that hot air was suppressing my immune system.
All right, Portman, this is your stop.
I want you to get in there, get under a seat,
and get safe. Under a seat?
While you go in there alone? No way.
That gun shoots real bullets, all right?
Don't argue with me. Orwell, new wrinkle.
Wait for my signal, get to the front of the train,
secure the engine. Got it.
I am not getting under any damn seat.
You give me something to do, or I'm going rogue.
All right, all right.
The safety's off.
Don't use that unless you absolutely have to.
I'm ten seconds behind you.
Is it a good idea to rob me?
[Laughs]
He doesn't look much like a sheriff now,
does he, people? [Chuckles]
There's nowhere in the world you'll be able to hide from me.
What makes you think I'll be hiding?
I am Secretary of Prisons,
and I am-- I am off the reservation!
So drop your gun before I blow your gizzards off.
I'm almost too amazed to shoot him...
Almost.
On the floor, all of ya!
Get out!
Him again?
I'm gonna make you fly, blackbird.
Help me!
Max!
Let me tell you this, son.
Heroes don't always win in the end.
Where are the guards? - I-I don't know.
- Come on. - Scales!
Give me that.
Quite the debut.
You haven't seen my encore.
[Chuckles] What are you gonna do,
steal their dentures? [Laughs]
You can't play at this level, Scales.
Slither on back to the docks while you still can.
Oh, I've gone well beyond the docks, Fleming,
as you will soon see.
You want a war with me, do you?
Sure. Noodle.
Let the war begin.
Where have you been?
I've been hanging by my fingertips
off the side of a train.
How about you?
- The train's a runaway. - It's what?
The braking system failed when the caboose decoupled.
All right, how do we fix it?
- Cut the brake hose. - Where is it?
Under the train, just above the wheels.
- Okay, can you cut it? - I'm not that crazy.
Okay, get him to the engine room.
I got this.
- And I want you to take--
you've got staying power, Cape,
like a weed...
Or a cockroach.
Hold it.
My God, they're multiplying.
Easy. Everybody take it easy.
This train's a runaway.
We need all hands on deck to stop it.
Did he say runaway? [Panicked chatter]
Right, sheriff?
Do something! Do something!
[Chatter continues]
Right.
[Train horn blares]
Hey!
Get your filthy hands off my cash!
Don't even try it. God, you're ugly.
Now, you turn around.
You know, after our last meeting,
I had bullets in three different muscles in my chest.
[Shotgun cocks] I'm allergic to anesthesia.
And the only thing I had to comfort me
while the doc took the bullets out
was a washcloth soaked in cognac
and thoughts of what I would take from you
the next time I had the chance.
Hey, Toto, how's that knee?
You again.
I'm gonna play billiards with your head!
- Bring it on, gator butt! - Enough!
Get in the cage.
[Voice echoing] You need to learn your place, boy!
And your place is in that cage.
[Voice echoing] Would you like some cake, Scales?
No cake for you! [Laughs]
The next time we meet...
I'm gonna make me a pair of boots out of you.
Ah!
Hey, what are you waiting for--
Brandy and a cigar? Come on, let's go!
[Grunting]
Nobody puts me in a cage!
You know, I believe him. Let's get the hell out of here.
- Whoo! - Whoo!
Let's go, boys!
[Laughs]
This is a two-man job.
The brakes have failed.
We need to get under there and cut the--
the air brake hose? Cut it.
The brakes will re-engage.
I'm a mechanical engineer, remember?
Are you gonna help me do this or not?
Does it look like I have any choice?
Go ahead. I'll lower you down.
Oh, no, no, no. You're the engineer.
I'll lower you down.
You're right.
That's more interesting.
I'll find out who you are.
I'll find out who you love. I'll hurt them.
I need to get closer.
Who are you?
Just cut the hose, Fleming.
Not until you tell me who you are.
Cut the damn hose, or I'm gonna drop you!
[Train horn blares]
[Chuckles]
Whoo!
[Metal grinding, screeching]
[Both grunt]
That was good. You're learning how to play.
You think this is a game?
Do you think it isn't?
[Laughs]
This is not a game.
I'm gonna end you.
You're not as smart as you think you are.
God, I wish you were right.
[Man groans]
I remember you.
Aah!
Happy Birthday.
Oh, I'm so sorry, buddy.
I, uh-- I'm no good at this.
Good at what?
I don't know. [Chuckles]
Hey, Trevor, you want some milkshake cake?
Yeah, pour me some of that milkshake cake.
Come on in. Join us.
You know what I realized tonight?
That you make your living putting guns in people's faces,
stealing money they worked for and saved.
- This is news to you? - No, no.
But I let myself forget that
when you're helping me get where I want to go--
when what I'm doing seems like it means something to you.
Sometimes it does.
What do you want The Cape to be?
It doesn't matter what I want.
I'm not the one wearing it.
What I believe in
and what you believe in...
Sooner or later, it's gonna put us
at opposite sides of a loaded gun.
Well, let's enjoy the time before that day comes.
I was off my game tonight.
Maybe a little.
I blame the outfit.
Me too.
I just got Scales on tape outing Fleming as Chess...
And no one cared.
They just laughed.
I got nothing.
You got Scales and Fleming at war.
The secretary of prisons wants to be your Tonto,
and you saved hundreds of lives.
It may not get you home, but it's not nothing.
Everything we just went through,
here you are wrapping a birthday gift for your son.
Why do parents love their kids like that?
They just do.
Do you think that anything
could ever make that love go away?
No.
Your kid's birthday next year, you'll be home.
Yeah.
And where are you gonna be?
[Fabric fluttering]
"No journey too far...
Your friend, The Cape."
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