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Twelve.

Five.

Two.

Five.

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Seven.

11.

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.

She knows that we're
talking about her.

Eight.

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.

I want to meet her.

Five.

Seven.

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.

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.

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...

I just bought a million shares.

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.

I just doubled my money
on the CBCT stock.

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.

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."

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.

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?

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.

Enjoy yourselves.

You each have $1,000 credit

courtesy of Ark Corporation.

No, no, no.

Come on, Peter.

Six.

Roll a six.

Five.

Five.
In field, five.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Justice?

Really?

There's no justice.
Only chaos.

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!

Get down!

Ark's here.
They just took D ice.

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.

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?

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.

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.

It's just a walk
to the kitchen.

Mm.

- I can do this.
- You can do this.

I can do this.

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.

She said, "hips,"
Vince.

- Oh!
- Hips!

Hips.

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.

Yeah!

Excuse me.

Hi.
I was looking for the--

Sorry.

Sorry.

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.

Ladies and gentlemen,
step inside

for the official
production launch

of the T.R.A.C.E. module.

You look outstanding.

I bet you say that
to all your assassins.

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?

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.

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.

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.

I'll miss this dance.

Come on, Vince.
The elevator's almost there.

Give it a second.

Good-bye, Peter.

I'm sorry.

I think I got in your
blind spot there.

Leave.

Get out of there, Vince, now!

Everybody out!

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.

Guess that makes
two blind spots.

Have fun in Owl Island,
bitch.

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."

"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."

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.

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.

There are no accidents.

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