The Cape (2011): Season 1, Episode 6 - Goggles and Hicks - full transcript

Who?

What do you want from me?

You can run,
but you can't hide.

Goggles to Hicks.

The hamster
is in the microwave.

Ellipsoid 5-3-0,

arc seconds east.

Pleased to meet you,
Mr. Tyson.

You must be Goggles.

Mr. Fleming.

Nice to meet you.



The Masters speak
very highly of you

and your partner.
Is that him?

Have him step out.
I'd like to meet him, please.

Oh, you don't
want to meet Hicks.

And why is that?

The only people
he meets, he kills.

Well, then,

I have someone
I'd like him to meet.

Cape 106.

Ah.

Written by Trevor Pooley,

pencils
by D.J. Chester,

near mint,
slight crease on the back cover.

You want to kill
one of them?



Have you seen
their work in Retro Man?

Real crime
to lose that talent,

but a job is a job,
I suppose.

A pencil through the eye.

Now, that would be ironic.

I don't want you
to kill the authors.

I want you
to kill The Cape.

Huh.

Fantasy...Reality.

Blur, blur, blur.

Don't cross the line.

Scary dark hole.

Looked into it
once myself.

This is a comic book,
Mr. Fleming.

It's not real.

I'm aware of that,

but there is
a caped nuisance

who is running around
my city

who doesn't seem
to know the difference.

I want him dead,

and I want his cape.

The sooner the better.

A few rules about us,
Mr. Fleming.

We don't rush.

We get to know
our subjects intimately

before we strike.

We track, we study,

then we kill,

when the time is right.

And what time is that?

You're not listening.

When it's...

Right.

I just want results.

Now, he's already bested
one of your order,

so I'd recommend
substance over style.

I will pay double
if he is dead in 24 hours.

A comic book hero.

This'll be
a fascinating study.

Mmm.

Happy Saturday.

And how would you like
to spend your day off,

Detective?

Where's Trip?

He's sound asleep.

Mm.

Then I would like
to start with breakfast.

How do you
want your eggs?

Fertilized.

Really?

Yeah.

We're too good at this
to stop at one.

I think Trip would like
a little baby brother.

- Or sister.
- Yeah.

One of each,
more fun for us.

- Mm, Trip, you're up.
- Hey, buddy.

I'll pretend
I didn't see this

if you make pancakes.

Done and done.

Okay.

Hey, you want to, uh...

You want
to play some catch

while we wait
for breakfast?

Sure. And just
so you both know,

I'd rather have a dog.

If you've got a problem
with how I'm running things,

just say it.

You tell me, Max.

Is this the plan,

sneaking around
to make our living?

Is Vincent
part of the gang now?

He's not a cop.

He's worse.

He's The Cape.

If I want to feel guilty
for robbing banks,

I'll go live
with my parents.

Something's
got to give, Max.

If it isn't Vincent--

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to, uh, interrupt.

Not at all.

You were just making
my point.

What is it?

I'm, uh...
I'm just outta coffee.

Yo, Vince,

come over here and see
if you can help me

get into the safe.
Or not!

Uh, on second thought,

pretend you
didn't see this.

I'll hit the diner.

Freeze.

I know a sick animal
when I see one.

Uh...

You're clammy,
breathing shallow.

- I'm fine.
- Shirt off.

Oh, that's cute.

Go on.

Broken ribs.

Okay, Max, don't start.

Don't--please,
don't blow on it.

I don't want any leeches
or eye of newt

or whatever--
I just need some aspirin.

You just need
a nice rubdown.

Actually, uh...

My shoulder's kind of sore.

What are you all doing

just standing
around here like this?

Go crack that safe.

My advice?

Hang up The Cape
for a day

before you kill yourself.

I can't take
any time off, Max.

Every day
Peter Fleming runs free

is another day
I'm missing from my life.

Let me tell you something.

You're not a superhero.
You're a circus act.

The human body was not meant
to do the things you're doing.

Even Houdini's body
gave out near the end.

I can handle this.

This is the real world.

The threats are real.

The pain...
Aah!

Is real.

You can't fight this fight

if you're broken
and weak.

That makes you easy prey.

Give yourself
some time to heal,

so you can be the hunter,

not the hunted.

Think about it...

Over coffee.

Move.

Whoo!

I know he's
not a real superhero,

but isn't this fun?

It's like
we're the legion of doom,

and we're taking out
the super friends one by one.

That's when this country
started falling apart,

when they took away
Saturday morning cartoons.

Kids have no good
cartoon role models anymore.

And they don't get
enough sugar.

Hmm, nothing like
eating a box of cereal

and watching
Hong Kong phooey.

Who?

Well, never mind.

Makes me sad.

How do we find
Mr. Cape

if we don't know
his secret identity?

We use bait.

Fleming would be
my first choice,

But he is paying us.

Maybe we can use
this Scaly fellow.

According to Fleming,

this mysterious Orwell
communicates with The Cape.

So all we have to do

is dangle
a tempting little carrot.

Grab your cape.

We got work to do.

You know
it's a Saturday morning.

Criminals sleep late
on the weekends.

When'd you get here?

Do you want to hear
what I found out or not?

Dazzle me.

Scales wants to meet
with The Cape.

Says he's got info on Fleming,
wants to make a deal.

Scales?

You sure that's legit?

I mean, it sounds
like another Ark trap.

I traced the I.P.

It's Scales.

I'll get The Cape.

I've done a lot of deals
in some creepy places,

but this one
takes the biscuit.

I don't like churches.

Always feel
I'm being watched.

Come on, Mr. Cape.

Take the bait.

Why here?

I'm a firm believer

in the separation
of church and crime.

Maybe The Cape's
a priest.

He does wear a hood.

I'll send him
to the pearly gates early

if he keeps me waiting
any longer.

If you're praying
for your sins,

I can come back in,
say, three to four years.

If I was praying,
nobody's listening,

because you're
still breathing.

So?

So...What?

Fleming,
what you got on him?

A big red target.

And I'll have one on you
as well

if you don't hurry up
and tell me

what kind of deal
you want to make.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hicks,
there's something going on.

Where'd you hit him?

In the shoulder.

You're gonna have to
take another shot.

The tag is
not penetrating The Cape.

Look, either you
or someone close to you

sent me a message.

I don't know what kind of
game you're playin', pretty boy,

but you're really
gettin' under my skin.

Your skin?

Now that's using the term
very loosely...

Scales.

Scales?

Hold it.

This is all too creepy.

Stinks of a setup.

Let's go.

I'll see you later.

Tag, Mr. Cape.

You're it.

If that was an ambush,
why didn't he take a shot,

and why did he run away?

Because he's
a lonely psychopath?

I'll retrace the source
of the email,

but I know it's him.

Ha.

The I.P. address
was encrypted

with a redundant
discreet logarithm,

but it was easy enough
to crack.

What would you be
doing today

if you had a day off?

Probably reconfiguring
my tetramatrix interface.

A few more gigs, I think
I can punch a hole

in that new Ark firewall,

assuming they didn't
spook the spider

I sent crawling
up their I.P.s.

I meant
before you were Orwell.

What would you be doing?

Who said I wasn't
always Orwell?

It's Saturday, right?

I'd be getting
my nails done.

I knew it.

I knew you were
a girly girl at heart.

What about you?

What would you be doing
if you weren't The Cape?

Mowing my lawn.

Maybe playing
a little catch with Trip.

Take a nap.

And I'd get a babysitter,
and I'd, uh...

I'd take my wife
out to dinner and a movie.

The grass will always
be there.

Yeah.

The man
behind the mask.

Looks good, Hicks.

Where you goin'?

I'm taking the day off.
Doctor's orders.

No, seriously.

I am serious.

It's The Cape's day off.

You can't take
a day off.

We're at war, Vince.

In war, it's 23 hours
of boredom

and one hour
of sheer terror.

I am way overdue
for some boredom.

Fleming's not going
anywhere.

I don't believe this.

Go get your nails done.

In other news, Peter Fleming
announced yesterday

a new chief of police
in Palm City.

A man
whose outstanding record,

his loyalty,
his conviction of character,

and his dedication
to Palm City

make him the perfect person
to lead our fine forces.

Ladies and gentlemen,

your new chief of police,

Marty Voyt.

Thank you very much.

Trip!

Honey, you need to eat
something before practice.

You're not gonna have
any energy out there.

I'm not going.

Are you sick?

Sick of baseball.

I quit.
Hey.

You are not a quitter, Trip.

And you know what,

you cannot keep sitting
around the house all the time.

You have to go out
and make some friends.

Mom, no one likes me.

Honey, it's because
they don't know you.

And they're never gonna get
to know you

if you stay
inside the house all the time.

So eat, get your glove.
We're leaving in ten.

Subject seems fascinated
with the property

1516 Stinson Avenue,
West Palm City.

Search deeds and titles.

Possible previous residence.

Hmm, subject seems to be

in excellent
physical condition,

resting heart rate
45 beats per minute.

Blood pressure 105 over 70.

Aside
from a few broken ribs,

this is one
of our better subjects.

One we can
be really proud of.

This--this is what people
like Mr. Fleming

cannot appreciate, Hicks.

What is the fun
of killing someone

before you've gotten to know
them inside and out?

It's what we learn
about them,

the secrets
we keep for them,

that's what makes it
so special.

Everyone's souls
are together.

Previous owner
of the house on Stinson,

one Vince Faraday,
deceased.

We've been hired
to kill a dead man.

It's time, Hicks.

What are you thinking?

Bumblebee.

Hi, buddy.

How was it, huh?

I don't want
to talk about it.

Hey.

I went back
and did some checking.

I think
we were set up.

I traced the email
back to Scales' I.P.,

but when I tried
to break through,

it sent me
into a wormhole.

Nearly froze all my gear.

Ark?

This goes
way beyond Ark.

I've only known
one other person

who could build a
self-replicating trap like that.

Who?

Me.

So you set us up.

Do I seem to be
amused by you today?

Because I'm not.

Okay.

All right, so let's assume
we're being set up.

It's not Scales.

So who? Why?

To what end?

I don't know,

but something
is not right.

All right.

Then we just sit and wait.

For what?

For something to happen.

You know,
people to start moving,

for clarity.

Until then, this is exactly
what the doctor ordered.

- Vince.
- You know how long it's been

since I've had
one of these?

It's absolutely--
Vince!

Oh!
Targets are running, Hicks,

stay with 'em!
Run!

Stay with 'em!

Vince!

Wait.

Ahh!

The tunnel's blocking
our signal.

Good old spider silk.

Is that thing
after you or me?

I don't know.
It can't get in here.

There's too much concrete.

We gotta split up.
Come on.

Go, go, go, go!

Stay--you're--oh, you--

There's nowhere to go.

It's all right.
Take your time.

Enjoy this moment.

Enjoy this moment.

He's got nowhere to go.

Oh!

What has this thing
got against me?

Let's find out.

I can still see you,
Mr. Cape.

You can run,
but you can't hide.

What are you doin'?

Photographic surveillance.

I'm gonna get The Cape
on video

next time he stops by.

Honey, I really wish
you'd spend

as much time and energy
on making real friends.

The Cape is real.
I'm gonna prove it.

Okay, I'm going to Marty
and Susan's for his party.

Shouldn't be too long.

Mrs. Morris is next door
if you need anything.

I'll be fine.

I love you.

Love you, too, mom.

Who are you?

Jerry.
Jerry Blander--4C.

We live right below you.

You're a heavy Walker.

Was that your mom?

She's hot.

Dude, that's just wrong.

I see you up on the roof
all the time.

Not all the time,
just when you're up there.

We just moved in
last week.

Do you believe
in Werewolves?

I saw one of them, too.

Not the actual werewolf,

just the droppings.

But it counts.

I saved them in a jar.

They're white now.
Want to see?

I'll pass.

If you want to record,
you did it all wrong.

This will
get you an image,

but if you want to burn it
onto your hard drive,

you did it wrong.

I can fix it for you.

What are you looking
for on the roof?

The Cape.

He stops by sometimes.

Cool.

I never met anyone

who knew a superhero
before.

If this was built
by my anonymous tipster,

I should be able
to get a signal imprint,

trace it
back to its source.

Track the tracker.

Hunt the hunter.

They found us.

I daresay it's impossible,

but they found us.

Congratulations.

Hi.

Dana.

Hey.

Ahh, how are you?

Why haven't you
returned my phone calls?

Well, you know,
it's been a little crazy.

In case you missed the news,

I've had a lot on my plate
in the last few weeks.

We've been friends
for how long, Marty,

and I have to come here
to get your attention?

What is it, Dana?

My client,
the homeless man,

who said he saw
Vince being framed?

He disappeared.

Well,
you know, he's, uh...

He's homeless.

That's pretty much
what they do.

Wasn't
just my client, Marty.

I don't understand.

Ark troops took away

all the people
living in the freight yard.

- Oh, Dana...
- All of them.

These people knew Vince
was innocent.

They saw everything that
happened and now they're gone.

You're the only person
I told, Marty.

I trusted you.

This is not the time,
nor the place, okay?

Marty, wait!

I'm not leaving until
you tell me what is going on.

I don't
know anything, Dana.

I promise you.

But, look,
I'll look into it.

No, no.
No more looking into it.

You know something,
and I want to know what.

Dana,
is everything okay?

No, Susan,
everything is not okay.

You want
to ask your husband

what he knows
about Vince's death?

Look, Dana, I know
this has been hard on you.

It's been hard
on all of us,

but I will not let you
take this out on Marty.

Think I don't miss him, too?
He was my best friend.

Don't you think I wonder
every day

what I could have done
to help him?

Then do
something now, Marty.

You're the Chief of police.

Vince was not Chess.

He was framed,
and there was a cover-up.

Do something!

Dana, I think
you should leave.

All these years.

Hicks, it's time
to level the playing field.

We're going dark.

Ready?

My bad.

See what happens
when you take a day off?

This is not an accident.

We're sitting ducks
out here.

I'm not sure how long
we're gonna be safe in here.

Safer in here
than out there.

All day long,
I've had this feeling

like I was being watched.

Maybe that's
why we were set up,

so they could get
a tracking device on you.

I know,
I thought of that.

I checked my clothes.
I've got nothing.

Maybe
it's on your skin.

I would have
felt something.

Okay, uh...Check me.
Okay.

Hold this.

Yeah.

Take this off.

You didn't tell me
it was this bad.

You never asked.

How was your day off,

before you got
the target on your back?

Well...

I got to watch my son
playing baseball.

He, uh...

He fielded a ground ball
perfectly.

It was just
like I taught him.

But he doesn't know
you were there.

I know.

Where are your parents?

I didn't
really know my mother.

My father left
when I was 12.

Been on my own
ever since.

You just lying to me,

or to yourself as well?

Ah. Ow.

I'm so sorry.

Don't worry, Mr. Cape.

Your secret
will be safe with us.

You are about to become
part of the family now.

For luck.

I don't need it.

You have
a dad somewhere?

You haven't heard?

What's to hear?

He was a police officer,

killed
in the line of duty.

Anything else you hear
isn't true.

I lost my dad, too.

Really?

How'd he die?

He didn't die.

We went to
the mall one day,

and when we came back,

he was gone.

Took all his stuff,

even the hot sauce.

Maybe he'll come back
someday.

I moved on.

You?

Yeah.

I'm movin' on.

That had to hurt.

I'm pretty much numb
all over at this point.

My father used to watch
me dance.

Yeah?

When I was little.

He would drive me to my lessons
and stay and watch.

Did that make you happy?

Interesting.

What is it?

Hold still.

Ow!

Now, that--that hurt.

Subcutaneous laser imprint.

Turns your body
into a beacon.

They can track you

and monitor everything
from your heart rate

to your lung capacity.

Whoever did this
knows you better

than your doctor
ever will.

Woooo-hoooo!

Pleased to meet you,
Mr. Cape.

Goggles to Hicks,
Goggles to Hicks.

Is Elvis
back at Graceland?

Not yet,

but he will be soon.

I know you're
up here, Mr. Cape.

I can feel you.

What are you doing, Hicks?

Wrap this up
and let's get some dinner.

You buyin'?

Hicks?

Hicks, come in!

Hicks, what's happening.

Hicks?

Where are you?

Hicks! Come in!

Hicks? Hicks!

Light. We need more light.

Aah!

Hicks?

Speak to me.

Speak to me.

Oh, Hicks!
Oh, my God!

You freaked me out.

Fasten your seatbelt.

Its gonna be
a bumpy ride.

Aah!

Go! Go!

Oh!

Help me!

Just keep driving!

You want me to go
back for him?

No, no.

This is the only one
we're gonna need.

Help! Help me!

Cut off the head,

and the body
withers away.

I don't feel so good.

Trip, are you okay?

The power was out
all over town, and...

Trip, what--

what have you
been doing?

We didn't want it
to go to waste.

Mistakes were made.

Who are you?

Jerry just moved in
downstairs.

He's my buddy.

Good.

We can use all the friends
we can get right now.

You must be Hicks.

What is this?

The Cape.

I imagined it to be
so much bigger.

What of the man
wearing it?

He's still at large.

He took Goggles.

I need him back.

Then go and find him
and finish the job.

Without Goggles?

But we're Goggle and Hicks,
a team.

He hunts, I kill.

Yes, I know.

The larger one
explained all this.

All I know is the Masters
say you get the job done,

and yet here you stand
empty-handed.

Not...

Empty-handed.

There's that piece of cape--

I hired you
to kill a man,

and you bring me
a piece of string.

You and your rotund partner
are incompetent idiots.

You're fired.

You sure?

Go take your chariot
and leave.

And tell the Masters
I won't be using them again.

I wonder.

What?

Think they were after
Vince Faraday or The Cape?

Just because
you're dead

doesn't mean that you're safe,
Mr. Faraday.

Where's Goggles?

Where he belongs.

You know,
in case you didn't notice,

you're not hard to find.

The only reason
you're alive right now,

Mr. Cape,

is because we were fired

and you were
no longer the job,

but you may be again
someday

if the price is right.

Well, that's noble.

We have a code.

Ow.

Everything there is
to know about Vince Faraday

is in our heads
and on this little zippy.

Who your family is,

where you live,

which ribs are cracked...

Who your friends are.

My brother and I
can keep secrets, Mr. Faraday.

Tell me where he is.

We'll keep yours.

I'm sorry.

I have a code, too.

Owl Island.

We took him
to Owl Island Prison.

I see who wears The Cape
in this relationship.

If I see you
in my town again,

if I even hear that you're
looking in this direction,

I'm gonna
tear your eyes out

and pour my coffee
in your skull.

Until that day,
Mr. Faraday.

Ha! Hmm!

Ya to!

Ra ta ta, ra ta ta, wa!

More arms! One!

Ra ta ta, ra ta ta, ta!

Yes! That's it!

Hey.

So how was the day off?

I've had better.

All right, from the top.
Come on!

One more time.

And ya!

Rrah! Ra ta ta ta ta...