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Tandy:
Previously on
Cloak and Dagger...

Eight years ago, on the rig
that stole our dads,

the entire crew went crazy.

-Your dad
called them "Terrors."
-(Taser crackling)

-Move.
-You walk out that door
without permission,

-and there's nothing
that I can do--
-I said move!

♪ ♪

-I like making
girlfriend pancakes.
-I'm your girlfriend?

(gasps)

I ended up in the back

of an ambulance
with this-this girl.

I think she was
getting kidnapped.

-Help me!
-(gun cocks)

(gunshot)

Tyrone:
I don't know how to
take someone with me.

Andre Deschaine:
These folks come
together pretty regular.

To share information,
keep people looking.

Tandy:
That's more than
a dozen girls.

Someone has to be
looking for them.

(metal scraping, clanging)

-(grunts, groans)
-The other girls,
where are they?

I don't know!

Tyrone:
Brigid!

We have to get out of here.
Look, we're in danger, Ty.

You, me, and Tandy.

Ty?
But if you're here,
then who...

♪ ♪

(pages flipping)

♪ ♪

Hey, buddy.

Ready for some exercise?

Subject 11 has been drinking
an aqueous solution

with a 6.5% Roxxon
chemical agent,

recovery sample number 446,
taken from the north shore
of Lake Pontchartrain,

24 hours after
the mass exposure.

Don't worry, these cosmetics
were tested on humans.

-(quietly) 'Kay...
-(Subject 11 squeaks)

The maze is similar to one
Subject 11 already knows,

and has been working on
the last three months,

but has been modified
to test its resilience
in the face of adversity.

So, we are trying
to frustrate it, basically.

Very much like
I am frustrated.

Because if this experiment
doesn't yield something soon,

I am gonna run out
of grant money,

then we will never know
what happened that night.

-(electricity explodes)
-(rats squeaking)

Mina:
And I'm gonna
have to get a day job.

Maybe in a bakery.

-Wanna come with me?
-(squeaking continues)

-(power turns back on)
-It could be like
in that movie.

(dramatic music)

Well, that's certainly
something.

(squeaking continues)

-No, no, no.
-(squeaking, tearing)

No, no, no, no, no, no--

(squeaking, tearing continues)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(sloshing)

(door closes)

Newscaster (on TV):
Other reports are coming in

that the unexplained acts
of violence across the city

have not yet been...
(continues, indistinct)

-(turns on sink, water running)
-(Newscaster continues)

(glass shatters)

(panting)

-(turns off sink)
-(panting continues)

(music intensifies)

-(screaming)
-(punching)

(panting)

-(whoosh)
-(crash)

(descending footsteps)

(panting)

(panting continues)

Newscaster 2 (on TV):
The cost of destruction is said
to be amounting to millions.

While the death toll
is still uncertain,

hundreds on injuries have
been reported, including
Detective Brigid O'Reilly,

who is in critical condition
in County General.

(machines, monitors beeping)

(steady, slow breathing)

(beeping continues)

♪ ♪

Sgt. Paulson: (through door)
How can you even think of
stepping away from your post?

Officer Wyatt: (through door)
One coffee, Sarge.

It didn't seem like
that big a deal.

Yeah, well... that cop?

That O'Reilly has
a beef with? Connors--

He's in the wind.
He tried to kill her once...

Now he could come back,
and finish the job.

Paulson:
You want that on you?

Officer Wyatt:
No, ma'am.

Then mind your post.

-(door closes)
-(steadies breathing)

Connors...

He dies first.

-We'll catch up soon.
-(beeping continues)

♪ ♪

-Well, I suppose the cat's
out of the bag.
-Tandy: What?

What is this?
Who are you?

I'm the one who's going
to find those missing girls.

What do you say, Tandy?
You wanna keep on?

It was you who killed
all those people in the club,

-wasn't it?
-Well, duh.

Last chance, Tandy.

-Mayhem: Okay...
-(sirens wailing in distance)

-(cocks gun)
-Just stay out of my way.

(sirens continue)

-(gunshot)
-(sirens approaching)

(all grunt, panting)

Tandy:
Ty, how did you do that?!

-Are you okay?
-Tyrone: (panting)
I'm fine.

But it's not easy
doing it so fast.

With two people.
(steadies breathing)

Ah, just-just
give me a minute.

Okay, then, your turn.

How is there two of you?

And then, this other you--

(stammering)
she slit this guy's throat
open with her own hands!

She's crazy strong
and crazy homicidal!

-She's not me!
-Tandy: She's got your face,
and she's got your badge.

She pointed a gun at us.
She-she killed this guy
in the ambulance.

-And all the people
at the club--
-Tyrone: Tandy, Tandy!

Give her a minute,
too, okay?

Okay,
I'm-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, she just...

I mean, how did this happen?

-W-was there some
sort of lighting strike?
-Tandy!

Look, I don't think
she knows
what happened.

Okay, then who does?

Mina:
I had no idea
a human split occurred.

-This is fascinating.
-Yeah, or crazy as all get-out.

I've been trying
to figure out

what happened
with the Terrors,

isolate the cause.

Trying to unpack
my own trauma

from that night.

Last time we spoke,
you said you hadn't
gotten anywhere.

That was before
lucky number 11.

What happened
with number 11?

Mina:
So, like all the other
candidates,

it was exposed to
the chemical agent
from my Roxxon valve,

but the protocols of
the experiment changed

when we had
a power surge.

A moment of trauma
stimulated

a fear agent and produced
full-on division.

Brigid:
So, when I went into
the water after I was shot,

I divided into two?

Yup, so you and your
twin have the same DNA,

the same fingerprints,

even the same memories,
up until the point
of the split.

But very
distinct personalities.

Yeah, you said it.

So I conducted
brain scans on the pairs.

-(keyboard key clacks)
-In the dociles,
there's almost no activity

in the anger
and rage center of
the cerebral cortex.

But in the aggressives,
there's only activity
in the rage center.

It's as if inside
their head, there's
nothing but

chaos
and anger, and...

Mayhem.

Okay, so,
that was number 11.

What happened
to all the others?

So, we're on pair 22 now.

I was finally able
to get some funding

and we've been able
to replicate the results
several times over.

Tandy:
How come there's
no 17A, 22A,

-and no 13B?
-Mina: Um...

...so, the aggressive mouse...

It killed the docile one.

That happen a lot?

It's almost like they decided
that it was wrong for there
to be more than one.

Dale:
Two weeks in advance.

Rent's due at the crack
of Monday-- cash only.

Although, you could

build up a little credit
with me...

if you like.

(scoffs)
What's your name?

Dale.

Dale...

you hitting on me...
Dale?

-No.
-(slams book shut)
Good call.

(keys jingle)

(keys jingle)

Brigid:
I haven't felt whole since
the night I was shot, but...

I thought it was
in my head, PTSD.

But shit, she really
wants to kill me.

Tyrone:
Don't worry.

I'll take you
somewhere safe,

and Tandy and I
will go after her.

Tandy: (stammering)
No, no.

No, Brigid's the only one
that can help us.

I can't even shoot
straight anymore.
I'm useless.

Tandy:
You heard Mina...

you're the same person.

Same memories.

If anybody knows
where the other Brigid
is going, it's you.

So, if you were her...

where would you go?

What kind of place
is this?

SRO.

Sort of a hotel for
the broke, or forgotten.

Tandy:
Why here?

No windows on front.

Rear access is shoddy.

From the fourth
and fifth floors,
you can

access another rooftop,
if necessary.

I used to walk past here
all the time from Fuchs's
place and think,

"If I ever got in trouble,
this is where I'd hide."

Tandy:
Well, let's find out
if you did.

-(knocking)
-(gasps)

No one went in your room.

I didn't mean to make
eye contact, I'm sorry.

Just give me my key, please.

(keys jingle)

(keys slide, jingle)

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

What is all this?

This is Mayhem.

-(church bell ringing)
-(choir singing, indistinct)

(choir continues)

Mayhem:
Excuse me.

Are you Father
Francis Delgado?

That's a timely question
right there.

I'm looking for a student
of yours, Tyrone Johnson.

I was told you
were a friend of his?

I was his advisor.

Any idea where
he might be?

Police aren't supposed
to be on school grounds.

And I already gave
a statement, Officer.

Detective.

-(school bell rings)
-And I really need you
to help me find him.

Listen, I'm all out
of cheeks to turn.

I won't be party to
any more harm coming
down on that boy.

No, I'm not looking
to hurt Ty.

I need his help.

I'm looking for someone--
someone dangerous
named Connors,

and Ty might be
able to help me.

And in another lifetime...

Ty was a friend.

At least,
he was to me.

I don't know if
he'd say the same.

You're a cop.
Can't you find this
Connors on your own?

I'm not really with
the police right now.

Ah, and why is that?

I don't fit the whole
"protect and serve"
racket anymore.

Looks like I'm not
the only one making
career changes.

So, what?

You were fired?

I should've been.

So, I'm walking away.

I didn't think you
could ever really
stop being a priest.

I don't think you'll
ever really stop
being a detective.

-(school bell rings)
-He didn't do it...

the cop.

Tyrone,
he didn't kill him.

Does it matter?

(choir continues, indistinct)

♪ ♪

(Tandy chuckles)
Hey, Ty, look.

You've got
a deranged map twin.

Credit card.
With your name on it.

Brigid:
That explains the calls
from the bank.

Check these out...

I walked all up
and down the 9th ward,
and these are everywhere.

At least somebody's
looking for these girls.

Brigid, if you were starting
with these flyers,

what would you do next?

Brigid:
I'd find out
who these girls were.

How they were vulnerable.
And who would be dangerous
enough to take them.

And that's what this room
is all about.

She was tracking the girls.

Figuring out how
they were being moved.

Bet that's how she found
the ambulance company.

The driver, he said...

-he said something
before she...
-Tyrone: What'd he say?

That there was gonna
be another job tonight.

But, he didn't
know where.

Tandy:
So, where do you
think she'd go next?

I don't know.

Yes, you do.
That's why we're here.

So, come on,
tell us where you think
that she went, because--

Okay. If I'm gonna do this,
you need to give me
a minute, okay?

-Tandy: Okay.
-Yeah, we'll wait
in the hall.

-Come on, Tandy.
-(door opens)

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter in distance)

Do you think I'm like her?

-Map on the wall,
stolen weapons...
-No.

(scoffs)
No, that's ridiculous.

I mean, those people
in the club, they were
all there

-because of me.
-They're dead because of her.

She's a force
of destruction.

And you're a protector.

How do you know?

Because you protect me.

-You really think
Brigid is up to this?
-I do.

Brigid's tough.

Yeah, I don't think
that's the tough part
of her in there.

Yeah, well, she can
have her breakdown later.

♪ ♪

Guys!

When I was undercover,

I kept case notes
on playing cards.

I learned it from
this reporter in New York.

So, she must've learned
the same thing.

But the order
didn't make sense,

until I remembered
this old card trick
my dad taught me:

the Four Kingdoms.

To find the girls,
she started with
the drugs.

When you're dealing
with any volume of girls,

drugs are the way
to ensure all of them
are pliant.

That's what led her
to the gangland meeting.

Tandy:
And here's where we
found the ambulances.

Brigid:
The next place she'd go
is Pier 81.

Vice knows that's a...

hot spot
for drug traffic.

You mean this Pier 81?

♪ ♪

Tandy:
Okay, you're certainly
in her head.

So where does
the next card take us?

Brigid:
This deck here is all about

the more acceptable
New Orleans sex trade.

Who's up for a trip
to Bourbon Street?

Father Francis Delgado:
We exist in our own
personal hell.

(indistinct chatter)

All knowing, on some level--
as we play the victim--

that we do it to ourselves!

We inflict the cuts that...

burn when
exposed to air.

(crying)

We ignore sickness,
pretending everything is fine!

And the momentary relief
of sin will not deliver us.

Despair comes... for all...

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

-(groans)
-Mayhem: Bless me, Father,

for I am about to sin.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(phone camera snaps)

Officer Wyatt:
Detective, heard you
were back.

What are you doin'
in my patrol car?

-(indistinct police radio)
-Uh, you mean the car

you left unlocked,
ignoring proper procedure?

You could get
written up for that.

-I, um--
-I'll tell you what, uh...

Wyatt...

you get me coffee,

four creams, five sugars,
and we'll forget this
ever happened.

(relieved sigh)
Okay.

Brigid:
Excuse me, Chief?

O'Reilly.
Good first day back?

-How's your shoulder?
-Fully articulate.

I was just wondering
if there'd been any more

information on
Detective Connors.

No new leads.

And if I were you,
I would leave it
at that.

Uh, why?

You're the last one
to see him alive.

He shot you.

Eventually...

someone is going
to wonder if you are
what happened to him.

We all know you
have that dark streak
in you, O'Reilly.

(out of breath)
Coffee... Detective.

(dance music)

Tandy: Okay, we go in,
we find the owner, and we
find out what he knows.

Brigid:
What if she's here?
How do we stop her?

Have you guys ever
faced anyone as strong
as her before?

Tandy:
Listen, we can handle it.

Ty's gonna find a way
around the front.

-What, just walk
into a strip joint?
-Yeah.

That's generally
how you enter places.

-By walking in.
-Brigid: I think
this is the door.

Tandy:
Brigid?

-Listen, if we don't come back
in 10 minutes, then you--
-I know.

Come in blasting.

-We got this.
-Yeah, you do.

Okay.

(electronic music playing)

(gun cocks)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(music continues)

(distant commotion)

(Carl grunting)

-(Brigid and Carl grunting)
-Tandy: Hey!

Will everyone give
it up for Tandy!

Just stepping up
to center stage.

You can't just keep tearing up
the city and hurting people.

Mayhem:
Hurting people works
sometimes, Tandy.

Those girls we're looking for

are at the Bayou Brothers
Truck Stop in Slidell.

-Isn't that right, Carl?
-(Carl groans)

We can get to them
if we leave right now.

Are you with me?
Or are you gonna
slow me down?

Tyrone:
Brigid, look!

Don't do this.

(Carl grunts, groans)

♪ ♪

You're gonna have to do
better than that.

(both grunt)

(groans)

♪ ♪

(music continues, muffled)

Hold it right there!

-Seriously?
-You have the right
to remain silent.

Or what...
you're gonna shoot me?

Bang!

Now you're making
both of us look bad.

If you're gonna shoot me,
shoot me,

That's what I thought.

Loser.

Board Member:
A vote has been called
regarding excessive force

against a young woman
in the 9th ward.
As you all know,

for an official parish
investigation to continue,

approval must be unanimous.

(crowd murmuring)

(gavel pounding)

Reed?

How say you?

Yea.

Board Member:
Douglass?

Yea.

Board Member:
Johnson.

Johnson.

Nay.

-(crowd erupts)
-(gavel pounding)

(gavel pounding continues)

Board Member:
Everybody, please--
everybody, please!

Please. That was
a "nay" from Johnson.

There will be no
further investigation.

(car struggling to start)

-(mutters)
-(car struggling to start)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(car door closes)

Car trouble?

It's probably
the carburetor.

It's not
the carburetor.

So, what was that
meeting about in there?

The usual.

The "community" trying
to pin all their woes
on the cops.

Are you a police officer?

Used to be.

PBA now.

I used to know a cop, um...

James Connors,
you ever hear of him?

Back in the day.

"Back in the day"
you rolled together.

It's not your carburetor.

Someone stole
your spark plug.

What?

-(thud)
-(Bradford grunts, groans)

-Connors, where is he?
-(choking)
I don't know anything.

Oh, you most certainly
do know something.

You were his partner
the night Billy Johnson
was murdered.

Covering for him
is kind of your thing.

No-- I mean,
about the Johnson kid.

He didn't mean
to hurt him.

(groans, choking)

Connors convinced me
to back his story.

Said his uncle...
would take care of me.

Said I could bank a favor.

(choking)
But a year later...

when I'm gettin' kicked off
the force on a trumped-up
drug charge,

he's nowhere to be found!

Aw, bestie break up
with you?

Look, I tried to find Connors,
I did.

I-I got nothin'.

-(thud, grunts)
-Damn it.

I believe you.

I hope you find
the asshole.

I never should have
vouched for him.

(scoffs)

-But you did, didn't you?
-I told you--

You watched an innocent
kid get shot,

and then you
banked a favor.

You don't get
to play the victim.

-(Mayhem grunts)
-(bone cracks, chokes)

(Bradford grunts, thuds)

♪ ♪

Well... now,
I suppose you can.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

They're running
a deal inside.

Two for one on
Redcoat English Gin.

As Paul Revere said,
buy in bulk.

You're not an easy
man to find.

Leave it to
the good detective.

No...

good detectives don't
go around killing people.

If you want to confess,
I'm not your man.

God lost my number.

I'm not asking God
to hear me.

I found a person that I thought
would lead me to my bad guy,
Connors, but...

turns out, he was
just another dead end.

-You killed him for that?
-No.

I killed him because
I felt he deserved it.

Are you worried
about your soul?

-God's reckoning?
-Here's the thing...

sins have weight,
guilt attached to them.

I don't feel any of that.

If I have a soul,
it's not in this body.

The man I killed,
he was my last link
to the bad guy.

I'm never gonna find him.
He gets away with it.

So what?

So your personal vendetta
goes unresolved?

Who cares?

The whole world
is in pain.

You wanna use
your freedom?

Look beyond
your own bullshit.

What if I just
want to hurt people?

(scoffs)

S-start with the ones
who deserve it, I guess.

Hey, Father!

The Redcoats are coming.

(paper crunches)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

We're too late.

(female voices, indistinct)

-(girls whimpering)
-Tyrone: Hey, Brigid, you wanna
go check on that driver?

-Brigid: Yeah.
-Tandy: Hey, you guys
are okay.

Okay? You're safe now,
we're gonna take care of you.

Did you guys happen to
see a woman that looks
just like her?

Mm-hmm.

(stammering)
She saved us.

♪ ♪

(ambulance engine running)

♪ ♪

He has a pulse,
I'm calling it in.

Brigid:
Do you have any idea where
you were headed next?

-Girls: No...
-Brigid: Okay,
that's okay, uh...

come with me,
let's get you warm.

Tyrone:
Tandy, what's the matter?

"What's the matter?"

Everything!
This is so messed up!

-We're getting to
the bottom of it.
-It's not gonna help, Ty.

It's not.

We stop one gang,
one operation,
it doesn't matter,

there's hundreds more.

This world, being-being
a woman, it-it doesn't matter!

-Tandy, of course it does.
-You know what it took
to find these girls?

We didn't do it.

Brigid certainly can't.
I mean, maybe--

Look what she did
to this guy!

I see.

-And maybe he deserved it.
You know what?
-Tandy...

No, he did, because he
was in the act of doing it,

and the only thing
that stopped him
was the act of Mayhem.

By tearing the place apart
and hurting people.

-She saved them.
-Do they look safe to you?

They're petrified.

Look, she didn't
even call the police.

-All right? She's not
right about this.
-And what if she is?

♪ ♪

♪ Crash the system
Hack the planet ♪

♪ Death to the frauds
and the fakes ♪

♪ Set fire to the stakes... ♪

(chains rattling)

Who the hell are you?

-(men yelling)
-(grunting)

(man grunts)

(both grunt)

-(blade slices)
-(man grunting)

♪ ♪

(man grunts)

-(glass cracks)
-(man grunts)

♪ ♪

They're pretty shaken,
I'm not getting

anything out of them.

Not that way.

(crying, sniffling)

Tandy:
May I hold your hand?

(popping static)

♪ Don't leave me here ♪

♪ All wrapped in fear ♪

♪ The darkness... ♪

It was nothing.

Ty, I--

I touched her,
but there's nothing.

♪ I can't wake up... ♪

She has no hope.

Can you try?

♪ This nightmare won't let me ♪

♪ Let go... ♪

(crying out)
No, please! No!

Let me help you!

(crying, screams)

(girl screaming)

(continues screaming)

♪ And I,
I can't escape it ♪

♪ I can't escape it ♪

♪ I can't escape, no... ♪

I know where
they were goin'.

(girls whimpering)

Delgado:
There's no point,
no purpose!

There's no plan,
brothers and sisters.

No playbook...

King James or otherwise.

(somber music)

(crowd, indistinct)

(bottle smashes)

Delgado:
Preying on fears.

Since He won't
do a damn thing.

'Cause the good Lord only helps
those who help themselves.

So, save your prayers,
your candles.

Save your pleas
in the dark of night.

They make no difference
to Him.

Tyrone:
That's what I saw.

Then this is
where we're going.

Delgado:
'Cause the only thing
that matters...

is what you do
in this moment.

(indistinct police
radio chatter)

(retches)

Woman:
What, did O'Reilly
get lost again?

(indistinct)

Man:
Making attempt to contact
at 501 Franklin Avenue.

(indistinct)

Mayhem:
I always knew you were weak.

Just a scared girl,
pretending to be brave.

Pretending
to be police.

Well, you've had
your chance.

It's my turn now.

(water sloshes)

Come on, where are you?

Oh, finally,
what'd you see?

Two guys in the back,
same as the front.

(panting):
I'll, uh...

-I'll go in and look around.
-Do you know where you're going?

-Nah, I'll figure it out
when I get in there.
-Not alone.

We have to get
the girls out.

All right? We-we can't
just go in there fighting,
people'll get hurt.

I know, just...
be careful, okay?

(men chatter, shout,
indistinct)

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter continues)

In the back.

They're locked in--

-Locked in?
-Yeah.

Look like cells.

Ty, you don't look so good.

Look, I'll manage.
We do this now.

What if we wait?

You-know-who
is on her way.

She can take care
of the gang members.

We get the girls
and bring 'em to Brigid.

-We are not
waiting for her.
-Why not?

Because her style
of "shoot first,
ask questions later"

is what got
my brother killed.

Okay.

Then we'll find
a distraction.

-How many guys were in there?
-At least five.

Okay...

I have an idea.

You're gonna need
to move back a little.

-What are you gonna do?
-You have new tricks...

so do I.

(The Revivalists, "Oh No")

♪ That wide-eyed wonder
can't help herself ♪

-(crashing)
-(gang members groaning)

-Go!
-(music continues)

♪ That wide-eyed wonder
can't help herself ♪

♪ If I wasn't a dead man
walking the streets ♪

♪ You know I'd be happy... ♪

(girls whimpering,
panting)

Look, you have to be quiet.

♪ When you left me with debt ♪

♪ And all that you
can say is ♪

Take care of them.

♪ "Baby, I'm sorry" ♪

-I'm bringing more back.
-Okay.

Come with me.

Gang Member 1:
What the hell was that shit?!

♪ That ain't how
I need to know ♪

♪ That ain't how
it's going down ♪

(gang members yelling,
indistinct)

♪ That ain't how
it's supposed to go ♪

♪ That ain't how
I need to know ♪

♪ That ain't how
it's going down ♪

♪ And you can hitch
your wagon to a star ♪

♪ And let the wheels
spin 'round and 'round ♪

Hey, brah, they're gone.

♪ And you can put
them bullets in that gun ♪

♪ Let the shots
ring out downtown ♪

♪ And you can beg
your sister for a dime ♪

♪ But that money
won't keep you clean... ♪

-(gun cocks)
-Gang Member 2:
Hold up there, Blondie.

♪ With liquor shots
and Maybelline ♪

♪ Oh no, that ain't how
it's supposed to go... ♪

How the hell
you did that?!

♪ That ain't how
it's going down ♪

♪ Oh no, that ain't how
it's supposed to go... ♪

-(horn honking)
-(man gasps, yells)

-(gunfire)
-(thuds)

Gang Member 3:
Solomon! Get in here!

-Guess who's coming to dinner?
-Stop! We already got
all the girls out!

Great, that makes
my thing easier.

♪ ♪

Where the girls at, man?

-Tell me what
happened to 'em.
-(Solomon pleading, yells)

(rapid gunfire)

♪ ♪

(gunfire continues)

♪ ♪

(gunfire continues)

♪ That wide-eyed wonder
can't help herself ♪

♪ ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ That wide-eyed wonder
can't help herself ♪

Mayhem:
Hello? Hello!

(motor running)

♪ ♪

Who's up for awkward
reunion pancakes?

♪ ♪