The Cape s01e05 Episode Script
Dice
Twelve.
Five.
Two.
Five.
Seven.
Tracey is a savant.
The most common talents for savants are eidetic or photographic memories.
But Tracey's different.
Tracey's talents lie in probabilities.
She seems to break down her world--the world-- in the language of quantum mechanics.
She's the first of her kind.
Basically, Tracey can see the future.
[Chuckles.]
She knows that we're talking about her.
Eight.
[Dice clacking.]
No offense, Henry, but your daughter is downright spooky.
Like most savants, she has limitations in other areas.
Connection issues.
Some sociopathic tendencies.
Well, nobody's perfect.
We're mapping her brain.
Tracey is gonna lead us to quite a breakthrough.
[Chuckles.]
I want to meet her.
Five.
Seven.
[Dice clacking.]
Tracey, this is Mr.
Peter Fleming.
He's the man who pays for daddy's research.
Sweetheart, can you say hello to Mr.
Fleming? Hello, Tracey.
It's nice to meet you.
You're a very clever little girl.
You're the one.
You're the one that's gonna kill my father.
Tracey.
Only if you go over budget.
[Laughter.]
And then I'm gonna kill you.
What if You could see your future? By now we're all familiar with data mining, neural networking, predictive technologies.
But this is the quantum leap.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
[Applause.]
Just think about it.
Think about it.
How different would your life be if you could see one week into the future? Or a day? Or even five minutes? What if you had a device you could hold in your hands to help you do that? Would you make different choices? Moments ago, I asked T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
to pick the stock on the Asian exchange that would jump the most in the next five minutes.
This Chinese tech stock was her answer and [Electronic beeping.]
I just bought a million shares.
[Electronic chime.]
With T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
, police will track crimes before they happen.
Corporate espionage will cease to exist.
You will know the mind of your enemy before your enemy with a probability ratio that is indistinguishable from pure fact.
[Electronic chime.]
I just doubled my money on the CBCT stock.
[Cheers and applause.]
Thank you, T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
Simply put The Ark Corporation has patented the future.
If you are a competitor, now is the time to drop your sword and join us, because Ark represents the next stage in corporate evolution and only the fittest will survive.
[Applause.]
[Dramatic music.]
The Cape 1x05 Dice I saw a cool looking comic store in the neighborhood.
Should we check it out this weekend? I got my first case.
Well, cases.
There's a stack on my desk about this high.
Can I be excused? Sure.
"Witness claimed the suspect approached them "in a trench coat, said, 'who's your daddy?' and then exposed himself.
" [Laughter.]
Oh, wait a minute.
No, no, no, no, no.
I got off with a technicality.
Yeah, let me see Raia.
Raia, Raia, Raia.
"Witness claimed the suspect's raccoon "stole her earrings, bit her ankle, and made bathroom in her pocketbook.
" Oh, I miss Lollypop.
He got hit by a car.
- Aww, well - He tasted good.
Let us light a candle in honor of Lollypop.
- To Lollypop.
- To Lollypop.
That was the agreement.
We help you, you help us.
Quid pro quo.
I get it.
I don't have to be happy about it.
Oh, so burning your police files is somehow honorable? I was innocent.
You actually did those things.
Are you judging me now? You're not exactly in any position to pick your friends.
This isn't my life, okay? It's not you.
It's not-- You're just Alice and you fell down the rabbit hole and now all the rules are different.
Up is down.
Black is white.
But The Cape-- The Cape is your compass that will lead you home.
I watched my family eating dinner Tonight without me.
Suffering without me.
But I'm not dead.
The night Orwell gave me the email, it was just chance that I was even at my desk.
Where are you going? I'm just gonna do some work.
You're supposed to be with me now.
Five minutes.
I'll stay awake.
[Electronic static.]
Hello, Vince.
This is Orwell.
Why didn't I just go back to bed? So that's the question, isn't it? Had you gone to bed, would any of this had happened? Would fate have passed you by, or is this your destiny? What's the answer that gets me home? The answer that keeps you from looking over your shoulder and reliving your past? Roger that.
Well, I'm not the Feds.
I can't break into Peter Fleming's penthouse every night and can't hack the Ark computers, but what I can do is what I'm trained to do.
That's be a cop.
I know how to solve crimes.
All I have to do is pin one of the Chess murders on Peter Fleming, and I got his ass.
I'm going down there.
When? Now? Yeah, tomorrow's too late if they're moving weapons.
All right, give me a half hour.
I'll meet you there.
- You sure? - Yeah, yeah.
And, Vince? Don't call anyone else.
Who would I call? [Phone clicks and dial tone.]
Where are you going? I got a work call.
What are you doing up? I had to pee.
I don't want you to go.
Everything's okay.
All right? Go to bed.
Hey, hey, dad.
Can we just finish our game? No, we are not playing monopoly at 2:00 in the morning.
Here.
If I roll a ten, you can go, but anything else, you have to stay.
- I'm not making that deal.
- Ready? ou-- Oh, man.
It's my lucky night.
I'll be right back.
Go to bed.
But I never went back.
Fate had other things in mind.
A fortune cookie once told me our fate is fixed.
It's our destiny that must be seized.
That's pretty good.
I usually get the lotto numbers.
Speaking of which I need to play my numbers.
[Overlapping chatter.]
Enjoy yourselves.
You each have $1,000 credit courtesy of Ark Corporation.
[Applause.]
[Dealer speaking indistinctly.]
No, no, no.
Come on, Peter.
Six.
Roll a six.
[Mouths silently.]
Five.
Five.
In field, five.
[Mouths silently.]
There you are, sir.
Nine.
Winner.
Pay the winner.
Wish me luck.
Winners make their own luck.
Well, if you're gonna be that way about it.
I know you, don't I? Do you? Roll the dice, Peter.
Looking for a six.
Point is six.
Eight.
See, now, you didn't wish me luck.
You just didn't say the magic word.
Please? Dice.
Dice.
That wasn't so hard, now was it? Come on, Peter.
We still need that six.
Watch closely now.
Point is six.
Lookin' for a six.
Six.
Winner.
Do you remember what happened? Yes.
Any nausea? Ringing in the ears? Only your persistent questions.
And how are we otherwise? I see you've taken on quite a lot recently.
Urban police work and such.
Breathe normally.
A bit of a curious track for an industrialist.
Do I detect a note of criticism? Not at all, Mr.
Fleming.
I'm hardly in a position to judge.
Lord knows.
[Tone rings.]
Any visits from our friend? Of course not.
I only ask because in times of stress, we all tend to want to lean on old friends.
It's under control.
Fit as a fiddle.
Um I met a woman last night.
You do lead an exciting life, Mr.
Fleming.
Sir? I got a picture of the woman who tried to kill you last night.
Well, we're working on the I.
D.
, but considering how close she got-- Whose fault was that? I would just suggest you postpone the launch party, at least until we get a name.
She's spectacular.
We'll proceed as planned.
After this fiasco, it's more important than ever that the T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
launch goes right.
Find her, I don't care how, and bring her to me.
Here.
Look at this.
She palms the dice.
See? I tracked her back three hours.
She scouted the whole thing.
She also managed to access the most secure rooms of the casino.
Look.
This is the hallway to the count room.
Most secure area on site.
It's like she walks between the raindrops.
This happens a dozen times.
It's like she knows what's gonna happen, where people will be, where they'll be looking.
Wait.
Freeze it.
Freeze it.
Freeze it there.
I know her.
I know her.
[Snaps fingers.]
Henry Jerrod.
Henry Jerrod.
He's a research physicist.
He's one of Chess' first murder victims.
Uh, he's-- where is he? I'll be damned.
It's his daughter.
Tracey Jerrod.
Our detectives did a follow up interview about a year ago and I don't think she gave us anything.
She had other plans.
Like revenge.
Well, good for her.
Taking a shot at Peter Fleming.
That's the first thing I should have done.
You know what? I'm wasting my time.
What? What's the problem? You're the problem.
You don't think.
Good luck getting your family back.
Okay, you're obviously on edge.
Do you want to talk about it? - I don't.
- Fine! Walk away! Vince Tracey Jerrod just tried to assassinate Peter Fleming.
So what's your point? You said Chess killed her father.
You investigated that murder, right? Yeah.
That woman knows Peter Fleming is Chess.
If she can prove it, then that might be your ticket back home, but if she kills him, what are you gonna do then without the one person you need to clear your name? You're not suggesting that I need to protect Peter Fleming from that woman.
Only if you care about ever getting home.
It's leased to Tracey Jerrod.
Not trying to hide.
Girl's got a lot on her mind.
Yeah, what's left of it.
Wait, so this-- this T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
machine, it tells the future? It's the magic mirror.
Ask it a question, it gives you the answer.
It's got a carnivore chip and it combines NSA-level A.
I.
brain patterning software.
Wait, so I ask this machine a question like what color shirt I'm gonna wear next Tuesday, it tells me, "blue"? Or someone else might ask, "who is The Cape?" Will they get an answer? Eventually.
T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
might be Ark's ultimate weapon.
"God is the dice.
" You want to see me play God? - Tracey.
- It's dice.
Okay, just don't shoot.
You don't belong here.
Who are you? Are you with Ark Corporation? No, no, no, no, no.
Hey, we're all-- we're all on the same side here.
Yeah, tell that to my front door.
[Grunts.]
[Gunshots.]
Okay, are you okay? Just go after her! Dice! Peter Fleming dies.
Look, I hate his guts, but I can't let that happen.
Then you die.
I see things.
Visions.
Events before they happen.
In Salem, they would have burned me at the stake, but it's not magic.
It's numbers and it's beautiful and he's turning it into something ugly.
Tracey Tracey, I know about your father.
I know what Chess did to him and we can bring Fleming to justice.
[Scoffs.]
Justice? Really? There's no justice.
Only chaos.
[Steam hissing.]
Ah! It's a shame we can't work together.
You're a blind spot.
I didn't see you coming.
It's a turn-on.
It reminds me I'm not God.
You got that right! You're too late.
My ride's here.
Get on the ground! [Indistinct shouting.]
Get down! Ark's here.
They just took dice.
We've got to go.
She knew they were coming.
She knows everything before it happens.
She's gonna try to kill him at the violin.
Where are you going? I move faster alone.
Handcuffs.
Hello, hello.
Hello, Peter.
I didn't know I was having lunch today.
My compact's in my purse.
Bring it.
- It's been such a morning.
- Leave us.
[Glass shattering.]
There.
What do I call you? Don't you remember the magic word? Dice.
Of course.
How lovely to see you again.
Although I know it wasn't your intention to see me again.
Next time I won't miss.
We'll see.
Don't take it personally.
Not at all.
Occupational hazard.
Well, you do interest me, and I thought there was a real chemistry between us before you tried to kill me.
I have to say, your confidence is your charm.
Don't be hard on yourself.
There's only a handful of people on earth who could get that close to me without detection.
I imagine that's what Caesar thought.
No.
I'm different.
And so are you.
I see the world through a prism of strategy.
Almost like-- Like a game of chess? Exactly.
Now I'm starting to understand you.
Cards are on the table.
I'm disappointed you don't remember me, considering you patented my brain.
Jerrod's little girl.
You're Tracey? Now it all makes sense.
Yes, Tracey, I killed your father.
How can we get past that? You like being this close to the flame.
You like the danger, don't you? I want the T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
Technology.
Is that all? [Sighs.]
I thought it was me you wanted.
There.
It's yours.
Keep it.
Oh, you thought it was the only one, didn't you? No, not at all.
No.
Ark goes into mass production in 48 hours.
In 12 months, T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
will be as common as the family toaster.
Caught you off guard, didn't I? Bravo.
And now you're searching for that opening, aren't you? A weakness.
I already know your weakness.
[Electricity crackling.]
My hero.
I never forget a favor, Cape.
But on this occasion, I'm prepared to make an exception.
She left the violin in an obvious hurry.
Caught on three cameras over six blocks.
Did you know the average resident of Palm City's gone on camera 300 times a day just going about their business? Thanks for the tip.
Orwell's watching.
You really are creepy.
So where did she end up? This rooftop and then stood there two solid hours.
Wait, she stood there for two hours? This angle might help.
She's planning something.
That's where Fleming's building T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
She's gonna blow the lab.
This invite was sent to one of my reporter aliases last week.
Peter Fleming's throwing a party for his investors Wednesday night.
Dice is gonna be there, and that gets you in.
I just got to figure out a way in.
There have been two attempts on Peter Fleming's life.
They'll have the entire block cordoned off.
Ark troops everywhere.
You might as well parachute in.
Parachute, huh? A tightrope 40 stories up From one building to another Over 250 feet? Yeah, I don't have a lot of time to learn it either.
How much time? Two days.
Two days? I could just throw you off of a tall building right now and save you the trouble.
Why do you always bother me when I'm drinking? Because you're always drinking.
Come on, Max.
That's the best you got, really? You're Max Malini.
Come on.
It takes years to master the high wire.
Funambulism is an art form.
Funambulism? Doesn't anybody read anymore? Max, since Vincent is likely to die in this endeavor anyway, we'd like to try something a bit, uh-- Experimental.
If I were you, I'd run like hell.
When you wake up in the middle of the night and go to the kitchen for a glass of water, you're half asleep And yet You never hit a table or a door.
Your mind is focused on the task.
The high wire is no different.
Your eyes will see the rooftop across the way, but your mind will see a simple stroll to the kitchen.
[Bangs table.]
It's just a walk to the kitchen.
Mm.
- I can do this.
- You can do this.
I can do this.
[Laughter.]
What if I wake up in the middle and all my mind sees is a 41-story drop? Max gets his cape back.
After a trip to the dry cleaners.
Tightrope walking is all about center of gravity.
Come on up.
Okay.
Yeah.
All right.
So We're gonna focus on your Hips.
Yep.
You can't go anywhere without your hips, right? Mm-mm, no.
Steady your hips and you'll stay steady.
Okay, yeah.
Okay.
Put your hands on my hips.
Your hips? - Vince.
- Uh Put your hands on my hips.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
- Okay.
- Mm-hmm? Look at me, not the ground.
- Wait.
- Look at me.
Look at me.
Right here.
I'm looking at the ground.
Oh, Vince.
That'll be the least of your worries.
There's gonna be a ton of wind up there.
- No.
- Vince, steady your hips.
Steady.
Rollo, no, no! Ow.
Oh.
[Grunts.]
She said, "hips," Vince.
- Oh! - Hips! Hips.
[Groans.]
The balance comes from you, Vince, not the the pole.
Oh, I'm just Walking to the kitchen.
Oh, this is gonna get ugly.
Hey, lights out in ten minutes, okay? Do you want to read The Cape together? I'm pretty good.
Okay.
Good night, honey.
Good night.
Yo, Vince It's been nice knowing you.
Thanks.
[Rope whirs.]
[Metallic clang.]
Yeah! [Indistinct chatter.]
Excuse me.
Hi.
I was looking for the-- [electricity crackles.]
Sorry.
Sorry.
[Elevator bell rings.]
She's here.
Dice is here.
Do you read me? What part of "radio silence" do you not understand? There is no way she could sneak a weapon in in that outfit.
She doesn't need to sneak anything in.
She can use the environment as a weapon.
Check the building systems.
Look for anomalies, malfunctions.
Uh, I'm out of my trance here and I am real high up.
Whoa, oh.
Don't look down.
Too late.
[Grunts.]
Ladies and gentlemen, step inside for the official production launch of the T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
module.
[Cheers and applause.]
You look outstanding.
I bet you say that to all your assassins.
[Chuckles.]
Stand with me.
Share this with me.
I could, Peter.
I could see that.
You're very special.
A dark prince.
Maybe in the next life.
Tonight, I destroy you, I destroy T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
, and I destroy Ark Corporation.
It'll take more than that red dress.
It's already happening as we speak.
I've already turned this tower of greed into your coffin.
There's a massive gas leak.
The elevator.
She's using-- - What are you doing? [Electricity crackles.]
[Grunts.]
She's using the elevator as a bomb.
It's filled with propane.
It's headed to the party.
Vince, one spark and this place will blow.
Hurry.
The alarm's been disabled.
We fear what we don't understand, Tracey, but I know you.
You're an experiment gone wrong.
- [Chuckles.]
- A Guinea pig.
A maze rat.
An exploited, gifted, paranoid little girl drawing with crayons on the wall.
If you want to be mad with someone, start with dear old dad.
Ladies and gentlemen, when I press this button, it becomes real.
The first of thousands of T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
modules goes into production.
Ark's crowning achievement.
We have seen our future and her name is Tracey.
[Electronic beep.]
[Power shudders.]
Everything's all right.
Don't think that because you're beautiful and I have feelings for you that I won't destroy you.
Don't underestimate me.
I just wanted to see the real you.
You wouldn't last five minutes with the real me.
[Scoffs.]
I'll miss this dance.
Come on, Vince.
The elevator's almost there.
Give it a second.
Good-bye, Peter.
[Elevator bell rings and gas hisses.]
[Screaming.]
I'm sorry.
I think I got in your blind spot there.
Leave.
Get out of there, Vince, now! Everybody out! [Screaming.]
This floor's rigged to explode! Move! Not me, you idiots.
Go find the girl.
Dating has become so complicated.
You did the right thing.
There's no stopping progress.
Destroy T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
, I'll just redesign her.
How long would that take you? Who knows? Few years.
Few hundred million? And the research? The software? All right here.
Well, that's good to know.
You can bill me.
[Grunts.]
[Grunts.]
Guess that makes two blind spots.
Have fun in Owl Island, bitch.
[Sobbing.]
Hey.
I'm really not as good as dad.
Give it a shot.
Okay, where were you? One more.
There.
"The Cape races across the rooftops, right on the heels of the white hand.
" [Screechy voice.]
"You'll never catch me, Cape.
You'll never get your life back.
" Mom? Don't do the voices.
Got it.
"You have to understand who you are, white hand, and what you're loyal to.
" "The Cape reached the edge of the rooftop and found himself alone.
" [Footsteps approaching.]
Hello? Who's there? Yes.
Yes, old friend.
Let's play.
And please never prove Ruvi right about anything.
It just encourages him.
He won't stop talking.
I just spent the last 48 hours saving Peter Fleming's life twice! Dice was right, you know? Where's the justice in that? I mean, what the hell am I doing here? What's the matter? The Cape didn't come with instructions? Okay.
Well, you tell me this.
Huh? Was this meant to be? If you have to ask an old, broke down carny thief, maybe you already know the answer.
[Scoffs.]
I can't get a straight answer to save my life.
Welcome to wonderland.
Max.
The freight yard just blew up.
I found some guy in a mask with a cop's I.
D.
Some kind of crazy accident.
Bring him to me.
Yes, sir.
[Door closes.]
There are no accidents.
Five.
Two.
Five.
Seven.
Tracey is a savant.
The most common talents for savants are eidetic or photographic memories.
But Tracey's different.
Tracey's talents lie in probabilities.
She seems to break down her world--the world-- in the language of quantum mechanics.
She's the first of her kind.
Basically, Tracey can see the future.
[Chuckles.]
She knows that we're talking about her.
Eight.
[Dice clacking.]
No offense, Henry, but your daughter is downright spooky.
Like most savants, she has limitations in other areas.
Connection issues.
Some sociopathic tendencies.
Well, nobody's perfect.
We're mapping her brain.
Tracey is gonna lead us to quite a breakthrough.
[Chuckles.]
I want to meet her.
Five.
Seven.
[Dice clacking.]
Tracey, this is Mr.
Peter Fleming.
He's the man who pays for daddy's research.
Sweetheart, can you say hello to Mr.
Fleming? Hello, Tracey.
It's nice to meet you.
You're a very clever little girl.
You're the one.
You're the one that's gonna kill my father.
Tracey.
Only if you go over budget.
[Laughter.]
And then I'm gonna kill you.
What if You could see your future? By now we're all familiar with data mining, neural networking, predictive technologies.
But this is the quantum leap.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
[Applause.]
Just think about it.
Think about it.
How different would your life be if you could see one week into the future? Or a day? Or even five minutes? What if you had a device you could hold in your hands to help you do that? Would you make different choices? Moments ago, I asked T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
to pick the stock on the Asian exchange that would jump the most in the next five minutes.
This Chinese tech stock was her answer and [Electronic beeping.]
I just bought a million shares.
[Electronic chime.]
With T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
, police will track crimes before they happen.
Corporate espionage will cease to exist.
You will know the mind of your enemy before your enemy with a probability ratio that is indistinguishable from pure fact.
[Electronic chime.]
I just doubled my money on the CBCT stock.
[Cheers and applause.]
Thank you, T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
Simply put The Ark Corporation has patented the future.
If you are a competitor, now is the time to drop your sword and join us, because Ark represents the next stage in corporate evolution and only the fittest will survive.
[Applause.]
[Dramatic music.]
The Cape 1x05 Dice I saw a cool looking comic store in the neighborhood.
Should we check it out this weekend? I got my first case.
Well, cases.
There's a stack on my desk about this high.
Can I be excused? Sure.
"Witness claimed the suspect approached them "in a trench coat, said, 'who's your daddy?' and then exposed himself.
" [Laughter.]
Oh, wait a minute.
No, no, no, no, no.
I got off with a technicality.
Yeah, let me see Raia.
Raia, Raia, Raia.
"Witness claimed the suspect's raccoon "stole her earrings, bit her ankle, and made bathroom in her pocketbook.
" Oh, I miss Lollypop.
He got hit by a car.
- Aww, well - He tasted good.
Let us light a candle in honor of Lollypop.
- To Lollypop.
- To Lollypop.
That was the agreement.
We help you, you help us.
Quid pro quo.
I get it.
I don't have to be happy about it.
Oh, so burning your police files is somehow honorable? I was innocent.
You actually did those things.
Are you judging me now? You're not exactly in any position to pick your friends.
This isn't my life, okay? It's not you.
It's not-- You're just Alice and you fell down the rabbit hole and now all the rules are different.
Up is down.
Black is white.
But The Cape-- The Cape is your compass that will lead you home.
I watched my family eating dinner Tonight without me.
Suffering without me.
But I'm not dead.
The night Orwell gave me the email, it was just chance that I was even at my desk.
Where are you going? I'm just gonna do some work.
You're supposed to be with me now.
Five minutes.
I'll stay awake.
[Electronic static.]
Hello, Vince.
This is Orwell.
Why didn't I just go back to bed? So that's the question, isn't it? Had you gone to bed, would any of this had happened? Would fate have passed you by, or is this your destiny? What's the answer that gets me home? The answer that keeps you from looking over your shoulder and reliving your past? Roger that.
Well, I'm not the Feds.
I can't break into Peter Fleming's penthouse every night and can't hack the Ark computers, but what I can do is what I'm trained to do.
That's be a cop.
I know how to solve crimes.
All I have to do is pin one of the Chess murders on Peter Fleming, and I got his ass.
I'm going down there.
When? Now? Yeah, tomorrow's too late if they're moving weapons.
All right, give me a half hour.
I'll meet you there.
- You sure? - Yeah, yeah.
And, Vince? Don't call anyone else.
Who would I call? [Phone clicks and dial tone.]
Where are you going? I got a work call.
What are you doing up? I had to pee.
I don't want you to go.
Everything's okay.
All right? Go to bed.
Hey, hey, dad.
Can we just finish our game? No, we are not playing monopoly at 2:00 in the morning.
Here.
If I roll a ten, you can go, but anything else, you have to stay.
- I'm not making that deal.
- Ready? ou-- Oh, man.
It's my lucky night.
I'll be right back.
Go to bed.
But I never went back.
Fate had other things in mind.
A fortune cookie once told me our fate is fixed.
It's our destiny that must be seized.
That's pretty good.
I usually get the lotto numbers.
Speaking of which I need to play my numbers.
[Overlapping chatter.]
Enjoy yourselves.
You each have $1,000 credit courtesy of Ark Corporation.
[Applause.]
[Dealer speaking indistinctly.]
No, no, no.
Come on, Peter.
Six.
Roll a six.
[Mouths silently.]
Five.
Five.
In field, five.
[Mouths silently.]
There you are, sir.
Nine.
Winner.
Pay the winner.
Wish me luck.
Winners make their own luck.
Well, if you're gonna be that way about it.
I know you, don't I? Do you? Roll the dice, Peter.
Looking for a six.
Point is six.
Eight.
See, now, you didn't wish me luck.
You just didn't say the magic word.
Please? Dice.
Dice.
That wasn't so hard, now was it? Come on, Peter.
We still need that six.
Watch closely now.
Point is six.
Lookin' for a six.
Six.
Winner.
Do you remember what happened? Yes.
Any nausea? Ringing in the ears? Only your persistent questions.
And how are we otherwise? I see you've taken on quite a lot recently.
Urban police work and such.
Breathe normally.
A bit of a curious track for an industrialist.
Do I detect a note of criticism? Not at all, Mr.
Fleming.
I'm hardly in a position to judge.
Lord knows.
[Tone rings.]
Any visits from our friend? Of course not.
I only ask because in times of stress, we all tend to want to lean on old friends.
It's under control.
Fit as a fiddle.
Um I met a woman last night.
You do lead an exciting life, Mr.
Fleming.
Sir? I got a picture of the woman who tried to kill you last night.
Well, we're working on the I.
D.
, but considering how close she got-- Whose fault was that? I would just suggest you postpone the launch party, at least until we get a name.
She's spectacular.
We'll proceed as planned.
After this fiasco, it's more important than ever that the T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
launch goes right.
Find her, I don't care how, and bring her to me.
Here.
Look at this.
She palms the dice.
See? I tracked her back three hours.
She scouted the whole thing.
She also managed to access the most secure rooms of the casino.
Look.
This is the hallway to the count room.
Most secure area on site.
It's like she walks between the raindrops.
This happens a dozen times.
It's like she knows what's gonna happen, where people will be, where they'll be looking.
Wait.
Freeze it.
Freeze it.
Freeze it there.
I know her.
I know her.
[Snaps fingers.]
Henry Jerrod.
Henry Jerrod.
He's a research physicist.
He's one of Chess' first murder victims.
Uh, he's-- where is he? I'll be damned.
It's his daughter.
Tracey Jerrod.
Our detectives did a follow up interview about a year ago and I don't think she gave us anything.
She had other plans.
Like revenge.
Well, good for her.
Taking a shot at Peter Fleming.
That's the first thing I should have done.
You know what? I'm wasting my time.
What? What's the problem? You're the problem.
You don't think.
Good luck getting your family back.
Okay, you're obviously on edge.
Do you want to talk about it? - I don't.
- Fine! Walk away! Vince Tracey Jerrod just tried to assassinate Peter Fleming.
So what's your point? You said Chess killed her father.
You investigated that murder, right? Yeah.
That woman knows Peter Fleming is Chess.
If she can prove it, then that might be your ticket back home, but if she kills him, what are you gonna do then without the one person you need to clear your name? You're not suggesting that I need to protect Peter Fleming from that woman.
Only if you care about ever getting home.
It's leased to Tracey Jerrod.
Not trying to hide.
Girl's got a lot on her mind.
Yeah, what's left of it.
Wait, so this-- this T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
machine, it tells the future? It's the magic mirror.
Ask it a question, it gives you the answer.
It's got a carnivore chip and it combines NSA-level A.
I.
brain patterning software.
Wait, so I ask this machine a question like what color shirt I'm gonna wear next Tuesday, it tells me, "blue"? Or someone else might ask, "who is The Cape?" Will they get an answer? Eventually.
T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
might be Ark's ultimate weapon.
"God is the dice.
" You want to see me play God? - Tracey.
- It's dice.
Okay, just don't shoot.
You don't belong here.
Who are you? Are you with Ark Corporation? No, no, no, no, no.
Hey, we're all-- we're all on the same side here.
Yeah, tell that to my front door.
[Grunts.]
[Gunshots.]
Okay, are you okay? Just go after her! Dice! Peter Fleming dies.
Look, I hate his guts, but I can't let that happen.
Then you die.
I see things.
Visions.
Events before they happen.
In Salem, they would have burned me at the stake, but it's not magic.
It's numbers and it's beautiful and he's turning it into something ugly.
Tracey Tracey, I know about your father.
I know what Chess did to him and we can bring Fleming to justice.
[Scoffs.]
Justice? Really? There's no justice.
Only chaos.
[Steam hissing.]
Ah! It's a shame we can't work together.
You're a blind spot.
I didn't see you coming.
It's a turn-on.
It reminds me I'm not God.
You got that right! You're too late.
My ride's here.
Get on the ground! [Indistinct shouting.]
Get down! Ark's here.
They just took dice.
We've got to go.
She knew they were coming.
She knows everything before it happens.
She's gonna try to kill him at the violin.
Where are you going? I move faster alone.
Handcuffs.
Hello, hello.
Hello, Peter.
I didn't know I was having lunch today.
My compact's in my purse.
Bring it.
- It's been such a morning.
- Leave us.
[Glass shattering.]
There.
What do I call you? Don't you remember the magic word? Dice.
Of course.
How lovely to see you again.
Although I know it wasn't your intention to see me again.
Next time I won't miss.
We'll see.
Don't take it personally.
Not at all.
Occupational hazard.
Well, you do interest me, and I thought there was a real chemistry between us before you tried to kill me.
I have to say, your confidence is your charm.
Don't be hard on yourself.
There's only a handful of people on earth who could get that close to me without detection.
I imagine that's what Caesar thought.
No.
I'm different.
And so are you.
I see the world through a prism of strategy.
Almost like-- Like a game of chess? Exactly.
Now I'm starting to understand you.
Cards are on the table.
I'm disappointed you don't remember me, considering you patented my brain.
Jerrod's little girl.
You're Tracey? Now it all makes sense.
Yes, Tracey, I killed your father.
How can we get past that? You like being this close to the flame.
You like the danger, don't you? I want the T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
Technology.
Is that all? [Sighs.]
I thought it was me you wanted.
There.
It's yours.
Keep it.
Oh, you thought it was the only one, didn't you? No, not at all.
No.
Ark goes into mass production in 48 hours.
In 12 months, T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
will be as common as the family toaster.
Caught you off guard, didn't I? Bravo.
And now you're searching for that opening, aren't you? A weakness.
I already know your weakness.
[Electricity crackling.]
My hero.
I never forget a favor, Cape.
But on this occasion, I'm prepared to make an exception.
She left the violin in an obvious hurry.
Caught on three cameras over six blocks.
Did you know the average resident of Palm City's gone on camera 300 times a day just going about their business? Thanks for the tip.
Orwell's watching.
You really are creepy.
So where did she end up? This rooftop and then stood there two solid hours.
Wait, she stood there for two hours? This angle might help.
She's planning something.
That's where Fleming's building T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
She's gonna blow the lab.
This invite was sent to one of my reporter aliases last week.
Peter Fleming's throwing a party for his investors Wednesday night.
Dice is gonna be there, and that gets you in.
I just got to figure out a way in.
There have been two attempts on Peter Fleming's life.
They'll have the entire block cordoned off.
Ark troops everywhere.
You might as well parachute in.
Parachute, huh? A tightrope 40 stories up From one building to another Over 250 feet? Yeah, I don't have a lot of time to learn it either.
How much time? Two days.
Two days? I could just throw you off of a tall building right now and save you the trouble.
Why do you always bother me when I'm drinking? Because you're always drinking.
Come on, Max.
That's the best you got, really? You're Max Malini.
Come on.
It takes years to master the high wire.
Funambulism is an art form.
Funambulism? Doesn't anybody read anymore? Max, since Vincent is likely to die in this endeavor anyway, we'd like to try something a bit, uh-- Experimental.
If I were you, I'd run like hell.
When you wake up in the middle of the night and go to the kitchen for a glass of water, you're half asleep And yet You never hit a table or a door.
Your mind is focused on the task.
The high wire is no different.
Your eyes will see the rooftop across the way, but your mind will see a simple stroll to the kitchen.
[Bangs table.]
It's just a walk to the kitchen.
Mm.
- I can do this.
- You can do this.
I can do this.
[Laughter.]
What if I wake up in the middle and all my mind sees is a 41-story drop? Max gets his cape back.
After a trip to the dry cleaners.
Tightrope walking is all about center of gravity.
Come on up.
Okay.
Yeah.
All right.
So We're gonna focus on your Hips.
Yep.
You can't go anywhere without your hips, right? Mm-mm, no.
Steady your hips and you'll stay steady.
Okay, yeah.
Okay.
Put your hands on my hips.
Your hips? - Vince.
- Uh Put your hands on my hips.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
- Okay.
- Mm-hmm? Look at me, not the ground.
- Wait.
- Look at me.
Look at me.
Right here.
I'm looking at the ground.
Oh, Vince.
That'll be the least of your worries.
There's gonna be a ton of wind up there.
- No.
- Vince, steady your hips.
Steady.
Rollo, no, no! Ow.
Oh.
[Grunts.]
She said, "hips," Vince.
- Oh! - Hips! Hips.
[Groans.]
The balance comes from you, Vince, not the the pole.
Oh, I'm just Walking to the kitchen.
Oh, this is gonna get ugly.
Hey, lights out in ten minutes, okay? Do you want to read The Cape together? I'm pretty good.
Okay.
Good night, honey.
Good night.
Yo, Vince It's been nice knowing you.
Thanks.
[Rope whirs.]
[Metallic clang.]
Yeah! [Indistinct chatter.]
Excuse me.
Hi.
I was looking for the-- [electricity crackles.]
Sorry.
Sorry.
[Elevator bell rings.]
She's here.
Dice is here.
Do you read me? What part of "radio silence" do you not understand? There is no way she could sneak a weapon in in that outfit.
She doesn't need to sneak anything in.
She can use the environment as a weapon.
Check the building systems.
Look for anomalies, malfunctions.
Uh, I'm out of my trance here and I am real high up.
Whoa, oh.
Don't look down.
Too late.
[Grunts.]
Ladies and gentlemen, step inside for the official production launch of the T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
module.
[Cheers and applause.]
You look outstanding.
I bet you say that to all your assassins.
[Chuckles.]
Stand with me.
Share this with me.
I could, Peter.
I could see that.
You're very special.
A dark prince.
Maybe in the next life.
Tonight, I destroy you, I destroy T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
, and I destroy Ark Corporation.
It'll take more than that red dress.
It's already happening as we speak.
I've already turned this tower of greed into your coffin.
There's a massive gas leak.
The elevator.
She's using-- - What are you doing? [Electricity crackles.]
[Grunts.]
She's using the elevator as a bomb.
It's filled with propane.
It's headed to the party.
Vince, one spark and this place will blow.
Hurry.
The alarm's been disabled.
We fear what we don't understand, Tracey, but I know you.
You're an experiment gone wrong.
- [Chuckles.]
- A Guinea pig.
A maze rat.
An exploited, gifted, paranoid little girl drawing with crayons on the wall.
If you want to be mad with someone, start with dear old dad.
Ladies and gentlemen, when I press this button, it becomes real.
The first of thousands of T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
modules goes into production.
Ark's crowning achievement.
We have seen our future and her name is Tracey.
[Electronic beep.]
[Power shudders.]
Everything's all right.
Don't think that because you're beautiful and I have feelings for you that I won't destroy you.
Don't underestimate me.
I just wanted to see the real you.
You wouldn't last five minutes with the real me.
[Scoffs.]
I'll miss this dance.
Come on, Vince.
The elevator's almost there.
Give it a second.
Good-bye, Peter.
[Elevator bell rings and gas hisses.]
[Screaming.]
I'm sorry.
I think I got in your blind spot there.
Leave.
Get out of there, Vince, now! Everybody out! [Screaming.]
This floor's rigged to explode! Move! Not me, you idiots.
Go find the girl.
Dating has become so complicated.
You did the right thing.
There's no stopping progress.
Destroy T.
R.
A.
C.
E.
, I'll just redesign her.
How long would that take you? Who knows? Few years.
Few hundred million? And the research? The software? All right here.
Well, that's good to know.
You can bill me.
[Grunts.]
[Grunts.]
Guess that makes two blind spots.
Have fun in Owl Island, bitch.
[Sobbing.]
Hey.
I'm really not as good as dad.
Give it a shot.
Okay, where were you? One more.
There.
"The Cape races across the rooftops, right on the heels of the white hand.
" [Screechy voice.]
"You'll never catch me, Cape.
You'll never get your life back.
" Mom? Don't do the voices.
Got it.
"You have to understand who you are, white hand, and what you're loyal to.
" "The Cape reached the edge of the rooftop and found himself alone.
" [Footsteps approaching.]
Hello? Who's there? Yes.
Yes, old friend.
Let's play.
And please never prove Ruvi right about anything.
It just encourages him.
He won't stop talking.
I just spent the last 48 hours saving Peter Fleming's life twice! Dice was right, you know? Where's the justice in that? I mean, what the hell am I doing here? What's the matter? The Cape didn't come with instructions? Okay.
Well, you tell me this.
Huh? Was this meant to be? If you have to ask an old, broke down carny thief, maybe you already know the answer.
[Scoffs.]
I can't get a straight answer to save my life.
Welcome to wonderland.
Max.
The freight yard just blew up.
I found some guy in a mask with a cop's I.
D.
Some kind of crazy accident.
Bring him to me.
Yes, sir.
[Door closes.]
There are no accidents.