The train's all decked out for the party, with gaming tables and chandeliers, which I hope makes up for how crowded that train must be. Good call for the Carnival, though: Not only is this the most ostentatiously dramatic event they could rob, but the gambling theme ensures a sizable take. Peter Fleming, strolling through the train, manages not to notice the awkward looks Orwell shoots him as he passes. Is this the same Orwell from the pilot? I could do better undercover work than this. Sheesh.

Vince drops onto the train from who knows where, all Caped out. He strides into the party and walks right to Orwell. Way to be inconspicuous, guys! The Cape tells her that the Carnival is going to hold up the train, and sets off to find Max. How he manages not to notice the Max-shaped Grim Reaper gliding past him I'll never know. Our old friend Patrick Portman is recognizable, though, dressed like The Cape. He defends his costuming choice to the real deal; after all, the party's theme is Heroes and Villains, right? (Right, sure.)

Portman is embarrassed, but The Cape's just tickled to have a fan. Portman starts to say goodbye with a dismissive, "Have a good life," when he stops to wonder why our hooded hero is here in the first place. The Cape opens a door to find an unconscious ARK guard: "I'm working." Portman tags along to help.

Fleming, meanwhile, is holding up his end of the bargain, taking Scales to the Mayor to be introduced. Orwell slips in to observe the conversation. Scales offers the leader of our fair Palm City a great deal on copper pipe, imported woods, all tax free. He punctuates this with an awkward wink. The mayor is offended, saying "It is improper, what you're suggesting." Well said, Mr. Mayor; those are just the words I use turn down all my proposed crooked business dealings.

Scales is pretty upset, and the conversation gets heated. We get more of a look at his deep-seated inferiority complex. He consoles himself at the bar, demanding the bartender give him, "a drink." I'd have ordered something particular if I were in that foul of a mood, but hey, I'm not Scales.

The Cape finds Rollo, and begs him not to heist the train. When Scales outs Fleming as Chess, his name will be cleared! Rollo refuses to either stand down or give up Max, and it looks like Ruvi tasers our hero. He doesn't -- he flashes him in the face with a light so bright that The Cape falls the hell over.

Portman rescues him, guiding him to a seat and fetching him a glass of water. Vince's eyes are killing him, so he unmasks to rub them. Spoiler alert: There are no consequences to this action. He does flash back to Trip's eighth birthday, though, when father and son went camping. Trip, frightened that his folks'll divorce, wonders what would happen if "I had to walk somewhere really far, and no one was there to tell me which way to go," because divorce and long walks so often go hand in hand. Vince assures his son that there's no need for a compass -- he'll always have his Dad. (Oops!)

We exit the flashback on Trip's side again, where he's conversing with Travis through the apartment door. Travis explains the concept of "innocent until proven guilty" to the kid, and Trip opens the door for a moment to ensure that, legally, his dad is innocent. Travis agrees, and starts to get up, when Trip shuts the door again. He does, however, send a Fruit Roll-Up through the abnormally large peephole.

Back on the train, Fleming is being photographed and interviewed as he tries to make his way through the party, bragging about the plummeting crime rate and beautification of the city. Orwell interrupts his speech to argue that he's nothing but a fascist, and Fleming brushes her off with, "Looks like someone has been reading the 'Orwell is Watching blog.'" It's so precise of him to call it by its full, drawn-out name. Orwell awkwardly flees the scene, prompting Fleming to joke, "She's gone to report to her friend Orwell. Now that's someone I'd like to meet." You so totally just did!

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