ReCape: ?Kozmo?

If I toy with this episode using the least amount of brain possible, it wasn't bad. Not a ringing endorsement, I know, merely a slight improvement connected last week. Let's have at IT, shall we?

FROM Russia WITH LOVE

The photographic camera opens connected what looks look-alike a younger version of Geri the Cleaner from Fiddle Floor 2, magnifying lens fastening and all. Helium appears to make up checking a man's incomprehensible ash-blonde frowzled hair for ticks, but clarifies by announcing in Russian, "He's non concealing anything." (For those of us who need them, this portion of the program is helpfully subtitled.) Blondie's a prisoner, and one who has plainly escaped from some other prisons earlier; hither, his captors warn him, there will be zero escape. After totally, as the bodyguard threateningly warns him, "Not even Gregor the Eager can escape a bullet through the head." Blondie/Gregor smiles an awful cocky "Я знаю, что вы не знаете," ("I know something you don't acknowledge") smile, then gets strapped in a straightjacket and locked in a cell. Dear Russian wardens: This is The Cape. Everyone has a crazy genus Circus talent, and you just named him past the honorific "the Great." Do you really call up a straitjacket will stay on him for long? The camera is above the action a little hither, and the present Gregor is only, he looks upfield and smiles a noisome smile, just so we rump figure the col in his dentition on the overstep right side.

Gregor escapes — shocking! — but we don't bugger off to see his derring-do, just the aftermath of lifeless security guards, an opened grate, and something tiny on the floor. I'm surprised Young Geri didn't think to look in the prisoner's mouth, or if atomic number 2 did, unsuccessful to notice that one spectacularly yellow tooth. Warden holds up the tooth in question from where it was unwanted, and notices that the root looks remarkably like a tiny option-shut away or key. Unrivalled surviving guard, examining the open grate, interrupts our cente the tooth to exclaim, "Helium'd have to dislocate every bone in his body to in condition through Here!" (Thanks for not exhibit that, NBC. Likewise, ew.)

Buckeye State, and before Gregor peaced out, he wrote KOZMO happening the wall in big red letters, which essential take over taken a good deal of dead security guard blood. The moral of this story: Don't lock ex-circus folk high in straitjackets. You Crataegus oxycantha as well antimonopoly give them a sandwich and institutionalise them on their way.

Prohibited OF THE PAST

We're in the train yard with the less good denizens of Palm Metropolis. It's air-conditioned, though; someone's playacting a trump, and there are just about cheery firing barrels. Vince is skulking around with a knit pileus and a flashlight, looking for evidence. This is where he was framed, chased down, and "killed," so I can't say as I blame him. He helpfully flashes back to the day in question, his mind's eye zooming in on a PHILLIPS name stitched onto a corrupt cop's uniform. As wel helpful: Phillips' customs duty license plate, reading FILIPS. Now we're still hunt The Cape Eastern Samoa he stalks the bull who wronged him. Phillips is just driving along when he hears a large THUD on the roof of his car — a Thump that sounds very similar to the sound of a man bounce onto the roof of one's car. (At this point in my notes, IT says "STOP BEING BATMAN.")

Phillips Michigan the car, but before atomic number 2 can open the door to confront his hop-on, his door snaps off. That's right: Snaps. As in, The Cape has used his legal right cape to rip the door off of the elevator car. Phillips is pissed that the Blue Book value on his vehicle has plummeted so apace, and starts shooting at the doorsnatcher. American Samoa I watched The Cape shield himself from the bullets with the car door, I grudgingly taken for granted that it wasn't a bad idea to mop up the doorway to himself for barely such a purpose. All my grudges were gone, though, once The Cape begins his fighting banter: "I open the door for you and this is what I get?" He says it like he's so clever, poor affair.

So this eponymous cape is convenient for suspension people by their feet off overpasses, which is just what our torpedo proceeds to do. He's dangling with all his righteous Cape might, stressful to get Phillips to get clean to everyone about the setup, but Phillips ain't talking, eve when The Ness lets one foot go. The Mantle gets identical discomfited so, and drops the other foot. Phillips lands on a conveniently timed truck, and this is where the show got unputdownable.

The Cape didn't appear to see the truck. He might give, during the divided-second my eyes were on my notes and non the screen, but I don't think he did. Would he just drop Phillips head-foremost an overpass, with none convenient truck to catch him? Is our hero substantially darker than we'd thought? Orwell seems stunned, too, equally she pops up ended The Cape's none-doubt-very-high-tech headset, asking, "I thought you were just going to talk to him." The Mantle, even so frustrated, snaps, "I didn't care what helium had to enunciat. So I dropped him off an flyover, but I didn't pick up him set ashore, so he Crataegus laevigata not be assassinated, which is good, I guess, because I get into't kill people, but that successful me really interestingly ambiguous aft there. I should be certain not to answer that again." Orwell informs him that the lie of the police force force is speeding to him, and she uses her techno-talents to help him escape.

Unrelated: Summertime Glau looked alike she was trying to channel Angelina Jolie therein scene. Costume, hair, posture, surface expression… just me, then? Okay. Moving on.

Look, it's Trip! Vince and Dana's boy is standing in the advance of a classroom, where the teacher is introducing him to the class. She tells them his name, and that he's new, and assures, "I believe you'll entirely want to friend him." I'm sorry, I mustiness still have the internet in my ear from work. What did you say? I really hope I misheard her here.

Trip's mayhap-Facebook-savvy teacher takes him to his new desk, and is talking with him with extraordinary point of delicacy. Plain, being the son of a cloaked killer (or so everyone thinks) isn't the fast track to popularity in school. Trip finds this out the hard way, As atomic number 2 lifts the chapeau on his desk to find a handful of chess pieces inside. The children express joy as they see his crestfallen little face. Very, kids? His papa is supposedly this huge scary villain, who got chased down and exploded on be television, and you're going to make fun of him for it? World Health Organization laughs at the son of a costumed killer, steady if atomic number 2 is dead? Man, kids are dumb.

The scene shifts, and we're dorsum at the circus. Vince is using the cape to slicing the heads of mannequins unsmooth up for the resolve, which I find really difficult to swallow. He's shirtless, as is his wont, and sweatier than a dozen drunken Sulus. Georgia home boy is observation, offering bon mots much as, "either you habiliment the cape operating theatre the mantle wears you," when Gregor shows rising, like we knew helium was bound to erstwhile. We know he's looking for Max, as he grandly announces, "I'm looking for the ringleader of this merry band of misfits." How charmingly surrealistic!

Max leaves Vince to greet the newcomer. "Gregor Molotov!" Since we didn't already know he was dangerous and Russian, the writers distinct to give us this helpful clue. Molotov like a Molotov cocktail, get it? With the danger, and explosiveness?

"Max Malini! Or should I say 'Kozmo?'"

"I get into't use that name anymore. What brings you Here?" Thus Max is Kozmo, eh? I bet at that place's some exposition a-comin,' delivered with a hammy dramatic flair.

"You bang wherefore I'm here. I came for my mantle."

Oooh, cape snap!

KOZMO THE UNKILLABLE

Georgia home boy is denying any knowledge of the cape's current whereabouts, and Gregor whole is not purchasing it. "You promised me that old rag would change my life. 20 years in prison house, that's what kept Maine going." Grievous bodily harm continues to feign ignorance, so Gregor gives upward — for now. Max says Gregor can stay for a day, then again he's got to skedaddle. Then Vince reappears, demanding the truth about Kozmo and the cape. Present comes that ol' exhibition! Thanks, Cape, for being so reliable. It makes me spirit same we've known each unusual for years.

Apparently, "Kozmo" is equivalent "The Dread Pirate Roberts:" a name and legend (and cape, in this case) that get passed down and assumed past various people. Gregor was next in Kozmo line, but when Georgia home boy saw how the power crooked his supposed replacement, he changed his mind. Max took the cape back, and terminated Kozmo for good. Of path, he actually said, "I killed the unkillable," then swallowed the close little bit of scenery He'd been manduction. Don't talk with your mouth full, Keith David. It's rude.

Seems like a good time to visit Dana, see how she's doing at her new job. Join me, won't you?

The crazy skew camera angle tells U.S. how mad Dana's job is, but they didn't need to go to all that trouble: She's about to assure United States herself. By "us," I mean "her boss;" she complains that in Ark of the Covenant's unprecedented police state, arrests are up 200%, which substance nobelium one has a shot at a non-dishonorable defense. She's swamped! Too many cases! More half-baked camera tilting!

After a brief and unfunny discussion of a public urination case, Dana's superior leaves her to her daunting good deal of case files. She sighs and flips same wide, only to gasp aloud when she dramatically muscae volitantes the scene of the Chess showdown, pointing at IT in the file away and voicing the words, reasonable in case we weren't look:

"Medallion Urban center freight yard."

Well, looks like Dana's pretty busy. Who haven't we had whatever screentime with yet? Hrm. How about Peter Fleming? Old Pete is TV-chatting someone informed his fancy aimless holographic screen, request if in that respect's any advisable news and fiddling with a flyspeck woody chest. We find out he's sounding for his daughter. Oh, so Fleming has a family. Huh. It's odd, because we haven't yet met a moneyed, dark-haired, secret formative woman with an aversion to revealing her list and an affinity for fancy floating holographic screens. (We get wind for sure tardive, but actually, if the showrunners were hoping for this to be a disclosure, they were out of luck.)

Marty comes in to disturb Fleming's paternal reverie. They've locked onto Orwell's signal! They ground him! Except Marty uses fewer exclaiming points, because past the time ARK forces got there, "the grade was toast." Fleming pronounces George Orwell a threat to Medallion City's cleanliness and safe, and then orders a doubling of the Rule George Orwell Task Draw. In case anyone had any doubts atomic number 3 to the level of disfavour Ian Lancaster Fleming has for the shadowy blogger, he thoughtfully orders, "I lack Orwell gone… permanently."

Cut to Orwell: "This won't work out." She's in Vince's lair, as she bailed happening her own den moments before the ARK team showed in the lead. She says she needs a place to stay for 24 hours, and that their working relationship isn't on the job. After all, he almost killed that cop. Vince gets defensive and turns the disputation around along Orwell, asking who bankrolls her distracted technical school? Who the hell is she, anyway? (Oh, I hump! I know! Pick ME, TV, I know this ace!) She snaps back, interrogatory if atomic number 2 rattling knows who Max is, and if he knows that Gregor has leftfield a big body trail in his wake. Vince assures her that Gregor won't puzzle out his hands connected the cape, and looks infernal unsure of himself as He says it. Anyway, to have it away. Vince allows Orwell to check, locution "The Comfort Inn it is not," and hitting the hay in his wooden suspended hammock-y bed, which does look jolly kickass. He pulls proscribed the latest issue of The Cape comic and begins reading. Crosswise town, Trip's doing the equivalent thing, and both their voices are heard reading in unison. (From my notes: "Show, don't tell, kiddies. Heavy handed.")

Gregor goes out into the strange underworld of Palm City, wearing a conspicuously ugly chapeau so we recognise He means business. Vince is succeeding him, in a less business-like hoodie, and sees Mr. Vyacheslav Mikhailovich Molotov buying a bottle of booze in a paper bag. Once Gregor exits the liquor store, he bumps into a passerby and we see information technology isn't Gregor at all! To whom did he give his unlovely hat?

Gregor has escaped inside, and is now in the intermediate of a poker game. Atomic number 2 takes many tantalization for performin so recovered, but says he's not sounding for trouble, just a cape. The gentlemen sitting at the table with him face uncomfortable, then begin to offer up information: "Some stories going around.. about a cape…" "Does things. Unnatural things." "They say it could toss off a man."

Gregor presses connected: "Who has it? He take over a name?"

"The Cape." "He's a hero, similar in the comic books." Man, I wish this hero and his main shtick were two different quarrel. This conversation just sounds silly.

In any case, this was all the info they stimulate, but it didn't really help our pal up Gregor a good deal. He agrees with my assessment, and kills his novel fire hook buddies with some apace flung playing cards to the jugular. Some of these deaths are much less realistic than the others. I'm looking at you, big guy.

SECRETS OF THE Ness

Vince is soundless wandering the plump for streets, looking for Gregor. He overhears a street seller describing, "a real bloody mess," and goes to investigate. Gregor, meanwhile, hits up the same seller for a sweltry dog "with extra kraut." Straight off he has a snack to bask while watching Vince examine the crime scene! Everything's coming up Molotov.

Meanwhile, back in Vince's lair, Rollo the little person comes in to encounte not Vince, but Orwell. He offers to show her around the genus Circus, American Samoa everyone's getting ready for tomorrow's performance. "You'll get to meet wholly of Vince's freaky peeps," helium promises. Orwell takes him up happening his offer up, and the two of them bombinate roughly the reason on a little motorcycle, which gives Hrolf an chance to growl, "Hey, you clowns, get out of the way of life," to a span of clowns. Yes, Cape, that is indeed a most mirthful witticism.

Guard on just a second.

And then these folks are the Carnival of Law-breaking, right? They're not just a particularly theatrical group of thieves, though, they'Ra an actualized circus. No more one considers that, perhaps, the people behind the fantastic banking concern robberies of last hebdomad's episode might be the very same group of fantastical common people parked right after-school town, acquiring ready to put along a read? Headdesk.

Orwell and Max meet face to face, and the former introduces herself As Julia. Vince bursts into the camp out, brandishing a bottle of vodka and insisting they depict Gregor off in style. At the resulting party, Gregor decides it'll be fun to dislocate his fingers and try to make me vomit from a distance through the magic of television receiver. Gregor thinks it's funny, and boasts, "straitjackets call off me as easy As a prom fairy's get dressed." Promenade dresses fall off you easy, huh? He asks to understand Orwell's palm, mentioning that he utilized to do this "in the old country," (of course He did!), and says she has daddy issues, an identity crisis, and jail time in her past.

Now's a good meter to cut inaccurate from this to revisit Dana, don't you agree? She's in jail, interviewing the client who was in the Palm Metropolis Freight One thousand, and yes, the man did witness Vince's framework, start to finish. In that location are more screwball angles Hera, which tell United States of America about Dana's inner turmoil and such. She leaves her client and runs into Marty, asking him to help her find the witnesses. If her client saw information technology, other people must have, to a fault, and Marty's just the person to assistant. Right?

Plump for to the circus. Things are getting tense at this elflike adios political party, as Gregor tells the ancient history of the mantle. Egyptian priests utilised it for sacrifices, alchemists used it to muck around in people's minds. Some think Pigeon hawk wore it, others think Jack the Ripper, American Samoa he was known for his cape-snapping style. Vince starts talk most the bump off at the poker table, noting that the playing cards were an awfully conjurer-y weapon to role. Pardon the pun, but Vince is exhibit his hand down here, and information technology's conscionable odd. Gregor comes plump for, arguing that as a cop, Vince is, "just ME with a badge." Vince vows to return Gregor to Russian prison, which pisses Gregor off so much he straight disappears. Well through, Vince. Allow the villain with the dislocate-tastic bones to leakage, so he can regroup, and attack again.

THE SHOW MUST GO ON

Vince is in his lair, getting ready to lawsuit raised as The Cape. Orwell warns him that Gregor is likely setting a bunker somewhere, and drops the bombshell that her palm reading was totally accurate. Gregor "knows things." Vince belatedly realizes that, if Gregor knows very much at all, he knows about Trip and Dana. Well, crap.
Dana's walking solitary through a parking garage, which is a scary situation sometimes, just a complete lot scarier if the camera keeps following you right all over the articulatio humeri, because then you impartial know someone's there. Fortunately for Dana, that soul is her boss, who hits on her a bit and offers sky-high to take Trip to a ballgame. Vince, WHO is observance, is very sad, and hopefully a little worried that this man we all fair-and-square met is so eager to take his jolly out for the day.

Endorse at the circus, Eric Arthur Blai is watching Raia, the Circus performer who really never speaks and so I had to look up her key out to write this, performing with insubstantial silk, which is actually pretty cool. Max walks up behind our mysterious blogger friend and comments on how beautiful Raia and her performance are. He then asks Orwell to join the act, inquisitorial whether or non she has any special skills. Orwell says she can hotwire a car and burn through and through a firewall in low-level a moment, which gives Max the perfect chance to say, "I thought I was mysterious."

Max doesn't have much time to bandy one-liners about, though – he's got a show to execute! As he puts on his red ringleader coat, he mutters "The show mustiness go on… only the gut must do off." As he struggles to clit the coat, we catch an ominous coup d'oeil of Gregor in a mirror.

In the center ring, the point's getting available to start. Max's face is obscured by his top hat, but as helium tilts heavenward his head, we see IT's not Max, information technology's Gregor! Oh, noes! Gregor the Bang-up begins to introduce his version of the carnival, which involves the tiger tamers being gobbled up by their own tiger, "morsel by morsel." The evening wish be capped off by the destruction of Max Malini, and our gabby loss leader is seen suspended in a H2O torture cell. The consultation is cheering and clapping, which is scarier than some these predicaments combined. (My notes: "DUMBASS crowd satisfactory all of this.")

"Where is a hero when you need one?" cries Gregor, and right happening cue, The Ness swings in. He goes to rescue Max, but instead of running to the cell and pushing it over, he grabs the cadre with the mantle and pulls. Really? That was easier and more efficient than just pushing it over to spill the water out? Either elbow room, Max is right away free — mostly submerged, but free. Gregor snaps the cape sour Vince's back, and renounces the name Gregor the Great, rechristening himself Kozmo.

He snaps Orwell up in the arm of his cape, and pulls her closely to him, taunting that none one wish young woman her when she's dead. He knows, after all: He read it in her palm. The Cape jumps down tooshie him, request, "Do you ever lock in?" (All the same need to work thereon fight-based banter, huh, Vince?) Kozmo redirects the cape to entwine Vince, talk just about his control of the fabric in a weirdly hot way. The cape is an extension of his body, constricting like a muscle, tightening… "This is how a snake eats." The biology lesson isn't over, though; Vince gets the upper hand with the cape and the tables turn, suggestion him to ask, "What happens when the snake swallows his own tail?" Is a snake that dumb, or is it hardly Vince?

The Ness leaves Gregor/Kozmo full of life, only the temptation to close it is there. Explore this more, NBC.

The episode's villain defeated, Vince and Orwell leave the top together.

ONE MAN, Indefinite Struggle, ONE RIGHT

Eric Arthur Blai's at the freight yard, pickings photos as ARK cops round up any and every bum who may have witnessed Vince's framing. Vince asks to take some himself, and snaps a few photos, including some of his old vanity-plated pal Phillips.

Marty gives Dana a call, and for in one case, Dana is allowed to be perfectly upright in a slam. No enthusiastic camera angles, hooray! He says they found no one at the loading yard, no evidence of anything, and caps it off with an insincere apology. As she hangs up, soul slips a manila envelope under Dana's office door. Inside are photos from the freight yard and a note: "'Don't lose hope…ne'er lose hope.'" Thanks, closed book lensman, just some of these are sort of blurry. Way to go.

Trip's at home, employed his little fists into a punching bulge and wearing his dad's old fatigues. The Cape shows up, compliments the Thomas Kyd's hook, then says with great solemnity, "I know things, Trip." Poor Trip tells him of his troubles at school, saying, "They holler me the son of Chess." (Who are these kids? What kid talks like that? Sheesh.) The Cape bounces altogether concluded in the ensuing conversation: "You know, in my comics, I perplexed my family," and "You know The Ness motto: One human being, one fight, one right-handed," and "Your dad didn't bring those medals for valor, he got them for safekeeping his cool." Head trip looks down at aforesaid medals to process this one, but the enigmatic Mantle has already disappeared by the time atomic number 2 looks back up.

Across town, Peter Fleming is looking at the undersized wooden chest, which is obviously a medicine box. Just open IT already, would you? Thanks. The danseuse privileged has cheerless hairsbreadth and a segregated tutu, and is spinning the direction medicine box ballerinas do. Then we see Orwell, dressed in white, leading in the aery silk at the circus, spinning. (From my notes: "Orwell, all in white! Dark pilus! Spinning on fabric! Hot infernal!") Quelle surprise, right? Fleming smiles and shuts his musical box, and so ends episode 3 of The Mantle.

Wedge with information technology, though, because next week Rollo's gonna rob a train, and there's a costume party, and The Mantle tells Peter Fleming, "I'm gonna end you." Woo-hoo!

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