The Cape

Hmm?

The Cape 1x03 Kozmo Original Air Date on January 17, 2011

Aah! Aah!

This is Phillips. I need backup.

So I open the door for you,

and this is the thanks I get, huh?

Uh...Aah!

Well, they say the cream always rises to the top,

but in my experience, it's always the scum.

What do you want?

You know Faraday was innocent.

You know Chess is Peter Fleming,

and now you're gonna tell the world what you know.

You wanna kill me? Go ahead.

If I talk...

I'm dead anyway.

Orwell: Wrap it up.

He got a call through to Ark.

They're on their way.

Last chance!

If I die...

You die.

They'll make sure of it.

Been there, done that.

Aah!

You said you were just gonna talk to him.

I didn't like what he had to say.

You can take me home now.

I'm shutting down cameras along 56th street.

You better move fast. Take Chandler Boulevard.

I can give you a straight shot to Trolley Park from there.

Take your seats, please.

I want to introduce you to our new student.

As I told you yesterday he just moved to the area,

and I think you'll all wanna friend him.

So let's give a nice welcome to Trip Faraday.

- Hey, Trip. - Hi, Trip!

Hi, Trip.

It's never easy being the new kid.

But I have no doubt in my mind you'll fit right in

as soon as they find out that you're not...

That you're a nice young man.

Son of Chess!

All right, everyone. Calm down.

You sleep in that thing too?

Or maybe not getting much sleep at all.

I'll sleep...

When Dana and Trip are next to me again.

Vincent...

You put that cape on to send a message to your son.

I know why I'm wearing it.

It's gonna take me home.

It can also take you to places you may not want to go.

If you blur the line

and let all that rage you're feeling take over--

Why don't we put the wisdom of Solomon thing to rest

for a night... Please.

All right, fine.

But remember...

Either you wear The Cape or The Cape wears you.

And those are Solomon's last words.

Hey!

You can't come in here. This is private property.

I'm looking for the ringleader

of this merry band of misfits.

Hey!

Gregor Molotov.

Max Malini!

Or should I say Kozmo?

You look great, Koz.

I don't use that name anymore.

Around here, I'm just Max.

Now, what brings you to Palm City?

Do we have to play that old game?

You know why I'm here.

I'm here for my cape.

So...

You have no idea who has that cape.

No, I don't.

Good riddance, if you ask me.

That old rag brought us nothing but pain.

You promised me that old rag would change my life.

20 years in prison...

It's all I thought about.

Well...

It's what kept me going.

I'm not leaving here without it, Max.

Look, I'm sorry, Gregor.

You can stay the night, but that's the best I can do.

Hey.

Hope I'm not interrupting.

I just heard we had a foreign dignitary in our camp.

Gregor the Dreat,

master illusionist, contortionist...

And escape artist extraordinaire.

Trained by the great Kozmo himself.

- Wow. - And you are?

Vince, the "never knocks before entering."

He works with the carnival.

Gregor was just leaving.

Every cop cell in my body tells me that guy's bad news.

It doesn't concern you.

If it concerns The Cape, it concerns me.

He called you Kozmo.

You told me Kozmo lived in 1875.

There were many Kozmos.

That's why they called him unkillable.

The first Kozmo was not an escape artist

but a thief and a murderer.

His name and legend passed to each new owner of The Cape.

I'm sorry to say I played my part.

Gregor was my student. He was next in line.

But when I saw what The Cape drew out of him...

I took it back.

We had a falling out and he went to prison.

And I stowed The Cape away.

Are you saying I'm the next Kozmo?

I-is that what you think this is abou--

No. No.

Kozmo ended with me.

I killed the unkillable.

You...

You're the start of something new,

something different, something good, I hope.

So look, uh... Do me a favor.

Just lay low for a couple of days.

Keep The Cape out of sight.

And don't worry.

There'll still be plenty of crime in the city

when he's gone.

I'll make sure of that.

Our caseload for the week.

How is anyone supposed to get a good defense

with a caseload like this?

Ark is out of control, Travis.

Arrests are up 200%.

It's becoming a police state out there.

Crime is down. The people are happy.

Look, our job isn't to bring down the system.

It's to bring down this pile, one file at a time.

Public urination. You've gotta be kidding me.

Do you see what I mean?

I suggest you use

the "when you gotta go, you gotta go," defense.

Gotta go.

She's been traveling around Europe

using a variety of passports.

It's not her.

We should be able to get some clear pictures.

Don't waste your time.

- Fingerprints? - I'm her father.

I would know if I was looking at images of my own daughter.

Keep searching.

Woman: Mr. Fleming.

Marty Voyt to see you.

Send him in.

What can I do you for, Mr. Voyt?

The Ark surveillance team

was able to lock onto Orwell's signal last night.

Turns out Orwell isn't untraceable after all.

And yet, Orwell isn't standing in front of me

right now.

By the time we got to the location,

the place was toast.

So this isn't really good news.

Look at this.

Peter Fleming tied to arms in Iran.

It's half true.

Oh, here's one I like.

Is Marty Voyt Peter Fleming's puppet?

Orwell used to be a petty annoyance

like a fly buzzing around my head.

But now he's become a threat.

A threat to everything that we have been doing

to keep Palm City clean and safe.

Time to get serious.

I'm gonna start by re-tasking a few satellites.

Those are military satellites.

Manufactured, licensed, and operated by Ark.

They won't miss them.

And while you're at it,