Does not compute.

And so, the investigation continues, but now there's a new wrinkle. No, it isn't that another random policeman (possibly Lt. Teevo, though I'm probably wrong) has shown up to tell Tracy exactly what kind of gun put an end to poor Louise's high-flying career, and no, it isn't the fact that the FBI looks to either have a hand in things or is conducting some sort of investigation and that Agent Ennen looks suspiciously like a distant relative of crazy old Shirl Locke Holmes. No, my friends, the wrinkle is that Dick Tracy appears to have been replaced by some sort of robot, living mannequin, or pod person (I guess I was focusing on the wrong set of eyes all along), and in some way he really reminds me of Brainiac (though that could just be the lack of pupils), but before anyone can ask him about those strangely blank eyes of his, Tracy goes back into the old reliable squint and any evidence of his deviation from the norm is once more hidden. Perhaps that portal has been opened again and a Dick Tracy from another world has stepped through, leaving us all to make this request: will the real Dick Tracy please stand up. (Think an episode of The Twilight Zone, not the name of a song.)