"Man, I love Brazil nuts." "You on't hear much about 'em, but they reflect well on Brazil." "Where's Fleming?" "Mr. Fleming wante to be here to tell you how much he appreciates everything you're oing own here with the ock workers' union an whatnot." "An he's so please he sent me a charmer like you." "Ah, funny." "You got a goo sense of humor." "No, he ha a massage this afternoon-- priorities, you know." "But he i 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, an on the offloas too." "If you think..." "I'm gonna pay you geezers for things I on't nee..." "You're very much mistaken, my frien." "I think you have me confuse with someone who gives a flying frag..." "Scales." "You're unhappy with the arrangement, take it up with your Congressman." "You just mae a big mistake." "You just mae me remember you." "Come on." "He's a menace, bro." "That scaly bastar put his river in the hospital for making a right turn on re." "Prices are going up next time, bro." "Buget accoringly." "Peter Fleming will be helping you with security on the slips from now on..." "Oh, an on the offloas too." "Well, if you think I'm paying you geezers..." "My Go, Fleming has lifte shamelessness to an art form." "As "Chess," he alreay takes half of Scales' profits from the extortion rackets own on the ocks, an 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 beny, straw-shape camera thing?" "Are you gonna take that?" "It's calle an acorn, an it rests in the feathers in the mask." "Why woul you want to put it in the feathers?" "Are you coming after my camera placement?" "Because, seriously, you o not want to come after my camera placement." "All I'm saying is that if I'm Fleming an I see a camera in your feathers," "I'm gonna shoot you on sight." "Why on't you shoot me now?" "I'll get reay faster." "If you on't like the setup, o the train recon by yourself." "Oh, yeah, goo iea." "Yeah, spotting me on that train, that's really gonna get Scales an Fleming to open up." "Look, I just nee to shake it up, all right?" "I nee to knock the pieces off the boar, an I nee Scales to out Fleming on that train." "You gonna work with me or not?" "What is wrong with you toay?" "It's Trip's birthay." "Birthays are overrate." "Not when you're turning ten." "Are we brooing or suiting up?" "Both." "I'll leave you to it." "Max, I--I nee you." "oes the wor "privacy" mean the same thing in your ictionary as it oes in mine?" "Look, I'm sorry to interrupt." "I-I nee backup." "Backup?" "Oh, so you're Glays Knight, an we're the Pips?" "He's a pip." "o you want me to physically hurt you?" "Why o you go to this place of--of violence so quickly?" "Cannot there be a little bit of frienly teasing?" "Rollo!" "An ounce of restraint." "I was just teasing." "Max." "Our ance car 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 nees a shave." "Call the Gecko." "You interrupte lasagna night." "An I like lasagna." "Are you a pawn or a King, Raoul?" "I'm a ock worker with low bloo sugar." "Peter Fleming thinks you're a pawn." "Or shoul I say "Chess" thinks you're a pawn?" "Come again?" "Peter Fleming, hea of Ark, he's also Chess, the crime boss." "As far as your rackets own here go, you're paying the same man twice." "If I want financial avice, I'll ask my accountant, not flower girls." "Just think about it." "Ark an all the news stories-- they've been screaming for weeks that this cop Faraay is Chess." "They got bank accounts, letters, police reports." "Case close on this guy, right?" "The last time we met, you an Chess were moving L-9 own on the ocks after Faraay got himself blown up." "The cop was a patsy..." "But they mae him look like Lincoln's assassin." "So you tell me this-- who owns all the local TV stations?" "Who runs the privatize police force that investigate the case?" "Who is the only person in Palm City with the resources to make a frame like that stick?" "That wee!" "Fleming's clipping us twice!" "He's hustling us, Mr. Raoul." "Quiet, or I'll amputate your tongues." "I just wante 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 irty hanshake eals, gambling for charity." "Come on, on't play me, Raoul." "I know you're gonna be there." "Why in't I know about this?" "F-first I've hear of it, boss." "Well, maybe you in't know about it because blue-collar public-school guys like you on't matter to a guy like Fleming." "If your goal was to enrage me, you've mae a goo start." "Really?" "I've always foun you to be so even-tempere." "Nimble little gnome, isn't he?" "The Monte Carlo express leaves in 15 minutes." "Please have your tickets reay." "Can I get a picture here, Mr. Fleming?" "I look like an escape mental patient." "Remin me to fire that P.R. nitwit." "Palm City's not sure about you or Ark Corporation." "The whole operation feels mechanize, a bit col." "Seeing you in your white hat an six guns takes the ege off, helps folks see you as a person, a person with a sense of humor." "I on't have a sense of humor." "No law against keeping that a secret." "Who is this competent-souning person, an what has he one with my hea of security?" "I'll see you on the other en." "Eyes forwar, please." "Toay's birthay guest is Trip Faraay's father, etective Vincent Faraay of the Palm City police epartment." "Hey, guys." " Why o you wear black?" " Why o-- so the ba guys can't see him at night." " That's right." " What kin of gun o you carry?" "This ba boy is a Kimber custom II semi-automatic pistol." "Are you gonna catch Chess?" "You bet we are." "But for safety, I want you guys to keep your oors locke when you're home alone." "An never answer the oor to a stranger, okay?" "Okay." "Okay?" "Okay!" "Happy Birthay, eputy." "Move it!" "Come on!" "Come on alreay!" " Travis." " That is my name." "Are you still up for going over the Corray epositions tonight?" "I'm pretty much at your place now." "Oh, Go, I am so sorry." "I am stuck in horrenous 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 ahea an warn him an" "Um, hello?" "Oh, come on." "Really?" "Trip..." "Hey, there." "I'm Travis." "I work with your mom." "i she call you to tell you about me meeting her here to o 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 oesn't ring any bells?" "No." "Oh, I forgot, it's your birthay." "Happy Birthay." "Your mom tol me." "You coul have google me." "You're not gonna let me in, are you?" "Oh!" "My goo frien Peter Fleming." "Is Mr. Raoul a business associate of yours?" "I know you're Chess." "Keep shaking my han, or in five secons, they will too." "Well, have a pleasant evening." " Excuse me?" " You getting this?" "I tol you, on't question my camera placement." "Chess is ea." "Not accoring to my bank book he isn't." "But I'll be happy to iscuss it..." "Right now, if you' like." "What o you want, Raoul?" "Well, I'm a bit east en for you, aren't I, Peter?" "You see, I grew up with nothing-- no mom an a to smooth the way for me." "That makes a boy ambitious." "But you wouln't unerstan." "No, I'm just wonering how this inarticulate class resentment translates into a specific course of action." "Oh, it's simple." "You are going to approach mayor welkins, an you're going to introuce him to his new supplier of raw materials for all city evelopment projects." "That woul be you." "Absolutely, Fauntleroy!" "Now, roll out the re carpet." "Tonight's my ebut." "Come on, noole." "Uh, one more, Pete." "One more, one more." "Great." "Thanks for that, Pete." "This is the final boaring call for the Monte Carlo express." "Again, please have your tickets reay an procee to the boaring area." "Thank you." "No." "Oh, no." "All aboar." "No, not here, not tonight." "I thought you in't like small talk." "The Carnival's gonna heist the train." " Are they suicial?" " Apparently so." "I want you to stay on Scales an Fleming." "I'm gonna go an fin Max." "An o what?" "Explain to him there are limits to frienship." "Wait, wait, wait, wait." "Portman?" "Yeah." " You're--you're resse as..." " It's a costume party-- heroes an villains." "You were still fresh in my min." "I like the utility belt, man." "Oh." "Velcro." "Nice." "It's upsie own." "I know." "Can we just keep this between us?" "This is a little embarrassing." "Yeah, sure." "I, uh--I just never ha a fan before." "Well, have a goo life." "Wait." "What--what are you oing 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 an keep your eyes peele for a little guy with a .38 tucke in his belt." "Is someboy robbing the train?" "I think we shoul call the police." "There are no police." "It's just you an me." "All right?" "The guy with the .38, what shoul I o if I fin him?" "on't hit him with that foil thing." "He's little, but he's mean." "Mr. Mayor." "Juge Preston." "Hello." "Thank you." "Lovely robes, your majesty." "Oh, my Go, who are you?" "That's the most hieous costume I've ever seen." "What are you talking about?" "This isn't a costume." "Better get your eyes checke, you silly ol bat." "Mr. Mayor, this is ominic Raoul." "ominic 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." "on't believe everything you rea in the newspapers, mayor." "They earn a fortune sullying a man's reputation." "No, I'm more into real estate an construction these ays." "What o you pay for for your copper pipe these ays, mayor?" "Oh, I on't really know offhan." "60 a ton I get it for." "Cheap metals, all your important woos for 1/3 of what your people are paying." "An the best bit-- no tax." "Excuse me." "Where the blooy 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 neee elsewhere..." "Right now." "Go on, you perfume poole." "What is it, you on't think I can pay the toll?" "I'll buy an sell you." "Is there trouble here, sir?" "What are you looking at?" "Give me a rink!" " You can't o this, Rollo." " Stay out of it, Vince." "on'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 boar." "You heist this, someone's gonna get shot." "I'm not gonna let you rob the train, man." "on't make me pull a barrel on you, bro." "Where's Max?" "I want to speak to him." "He's oing his job." "Now back off!" "You reach for this gun, an I'll cut that han off." "I tol you, on't get cocky!" "You watch it, Beatlemania, or I'll flash your face too." "Get up." "Come on." "What--what-- what were you oing?" "Here, s-sit here." "Uh, I know." "I-I'll get you some water." "I'll get-- I'll get water." "Okay, eight-year-ol, the s'mores-free fire zone is officially secure." "All right..." "Sleeping bag." "Three, two, one..." "Go, go, go, go." "I totally beat you." "Yeah?" "North, northeast." "You're a navigator." "You okay?" "My frien Sam's parents are getting ivorce." "His a's moving to Minnesota, an he's only gonna see him, like, twice a year." "An you're worrie 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..." "An no one was there to tell me which way to go?" "You on't nee a compass." "You got me." "I love you, a." "Trevor?" "Travis!" "You're a lawyer, right?" "I am a efense attorney..." "An uncomfortable efense attorney." "If it looks like someone is guilty of oing something" "I mean, something ba-- how o they prove that they're innocent?" "They on't." "They on't have to." "The buren is on the system to prove guilt." "Citizens are presume innocent." "Nothing can take that presumption away." "So technically..." "I mean, legally an all, my a is innocent?" "Yeah." "He is." "Thank you." "You're welcome." "Why Palm City, Mr. Fleming?" "That's a goo question, an I'm gla you aske 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% rop in violent crime since we privatize the police force." "It chose beautification programs that are alreay improving our shopping istricts." "That's because of the sweeps." "You roun anyone up who even looks suspicious, throw them into illegal etention, an bribe juges to keep the conviction rate up." "That's not a choice." "It's Fascism." "Uh..." "Wow." "Looks like someboy has been reaing the "Orwell is watching" blog." "A wor to the wise, a lot of misinformation." "Ah, she's gone to report to her frien Orwell." "That's someone I' like to meet." "Appreciate it." "No, I got this." "You greey little vulture." "You won't be so smug when your port goes ark." "Mr. Raoul?" "Give it a secon." "I want to see how this plays out." "Mr. Fleming, I on't know why you brought this thug with you, but he is unwelcome here." "An if he is your frien-- he is not my frien." "An if he is bothering you," "I'll have him ejecte at the next stop." "You'll have me ejecte?" " You hear me." " Okay." "Mayor, your majesty, laies an gentlemen, it may interest you to know that Peter Fleming is the notorious crime lor an murerer known as "Chess."" "This is all very awkwar, Peter." "o your job." "etain Mr. Raoul." "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, an cell phones in the bag." "An we'll start with you." "I feel much better now, noole." "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 uner a seat, an get safe." "Uner a seat?" "While you go in there alone?" "No way." "That gun shoots real bullets, all right?" "on'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 uner any amn seat." "You give me something to o, or I'm going rogue." "All right, all right." "The safety's off." "on't use that unless you absolutely have to." "I'm ten secons behin you." "Is it a goo iea to rob me?" "He oesn't look much like a sheriff now, oes he, people?" "There's nowhere in the worl you'll be able to hie from me." "What makes you think I'll be hiing?" "I am Secretary of Prisons, an I am-- I am off the reservation!" "So rop your gun before I blow your gizzars off." "I'm almost too amaze to shoot him..." "Almost." "On the floor, all of ya!" "Get out!" "Him again?" "I'm gonna make you fly, blackbir." "Help me!" "Max!" "Let me tell you this, son." "Heroes on't always win in the en." "Where are the guars?" "I-I on't know." " Come on." " Scales!" "Give me that." "Quite the ebut." "You haven't seen my encore." "What are you gonna o, steal their entures?" "You can't play at this level, Scales." "Slither on back to the ocks while you still can." "Oh, I've gone well beyon the ocks, Fleming, as you will soon see." "You want a war with me, o you?" "Sure." "Noole." "Let the war begin." "Where have you been?" "I've been hanging by my fingertips off the sie of a train." "How about you?" " The train's a runaway." " It's what?" "The braking system faile when the caboose ecouple." "All right, how o we fix it?" " Cut the brake hose." " Where is it?" "Uner 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." "An I want you to take-- you've got staying power, Cape, like a wee..." "Or a cockroach." "Hol it." "My Go, they're multiplying." "Easy." "Everyboy take it easy." "This train's a runaway." "We nee all hans on eck to stop it." "i he say runaway?" "Right, sheriff?" "o something!" "o something!" "Right." "Hey!" "Get your filthy hans off my cash!" "on't even try it." "Go, you're ugly." "Now, you turn aroun." "You know, after our last meeting," "I ha bullets in three ifferent muscles in my chest." "I'm allergic to anesthesia." "An the only thing I ha to comfort me while the oc took the bullets out was a washcloth soake in cognac an thoughts of what I woul take from you the next time I ha the chance." "Hey, Toto, how's that knee?" "You again." "I'm gonna play billiars with your hea!" " Bring it on, gator butt!" " Enough!" "Get in the cage." "You nee to learn your place, boy!" "An your place is in that cage." "Woul you like some cake, Scales?" "No cake for you!" "The next time we meet..." "I'm gonna make me a pair of boots out of you." "Ah!" "Hey, what are you waiting for" "Brany an a cigar?" "Come on, let's go!" "Noboy puts me in a cage!" "You know, I believe him." "Let's get the hell out of here." " Whoo!" " Whoo!" "Let's go, boys!" "This is a two-man job." "The brakes have faile." "We nee to get uner there an cut the-- the air brake hose?" "Cut it." "The brakes will re-engage." "I'm a mechanical engineer, remember?" "Are you gonna help me o this or not?" "oes it look like I have any choice?" "Go ahea." "I'll lower you own." "Oh, no, no, no." "You're the engineer." "I'll lower you own." "You're right." "That's more interesting." "I'll fin out who you are." "I'll fin out who you love." "I'll hurt them." "I nee to get closer." "Who are you?" "Just cut the hose, Fleming." "Not until you tell me who you are." "Cut the amn hose, or I'm gonna rop you!" "Whoo!" "That was goo." "You're learning how to play." "You think this is a game?" "o you think it isn't?" "This is not a game." "I'm gonna en you." "You're not as smart as you think you are." "Go, I wish you were right." "I remember you." "Aah!" "Happy Birthay." "Oh, I'm so sorry, buy." "I, uh-- I'm no goo at this." "Goo at what?" "I on't know." "Hey, Trevor, you want some milkshake cake?" "Yeah, pour me some of that milkshake cake." "Come on in." "Join us." "You know what I realize tonight?" "That you make your living putting guns in people's faces, stealing money they worke for an save." " 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 oing seems like it means something to you." "Sometimes it oes." "What o you want The Cape to be?" "It oesn't matter what I want." "I'm not the one wearing it." "What I believe in an what you believe in..." "Sooner or later, it's gonna put us at opposite sies of a loae gun." "Well, let's enjoy the time before that ay 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..." "An no one care." "They just laughe." "I got nothing." "You got Scales an Fleming at war." "The secretary of prisons wants to be your Tonto, an you save hunres of lives." "It may not get you home, but it's not nothing." "Everything we just went through, here you are wrapping a birthay gift for your son." "Why o parents love their kis like that?" "They just o." "o you think that anything coul ever make that love go away?" "No." "Your ki's birthay next year, you'll be home." "Yeah." "An where are you gonna be?" ""No journey too far..." "Your frien, The Cape.""