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Previously,
on Cloak and Dagger...

What happened to us
back there

People didn't just die
in the Core, they were infected.

That fear spreads
from person to person.

I call them Terrors.

A valve is part of a complex
and thoughtful system

connected to a new drill.

If I had a knife of light,
Detective Connors would be
dead and buried.

How's your little quest
for justice feeling now?

Tyrone Johnson!
You are under arrest

for the murder
of Officer Fuchs!

Mr. Scarborough
sends his regards.

Three... two... one.

The first time we know
what happened

was the Great Famine
that stuck the Chocktaw people.

The crops were fallow.
The fish had not bitten.

The men that went off
to find help never came back.

But through this darkness,
two lights shine bright,

two children
who were alive and healthy

despite nature's
angriest efforts.

It was on their shoulders
to save the whole village.

That one of set of shoulders
with the mark on it, of course,

bore most of all that weight.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't anything
resembling justice.

It just was.

But when she died,

they say the land
grew fertile again,

the fish came back,

and from that seed
of sacrifice grew the city

we would probably know
as New Orleans.

Three... two... one.

Don't hurt her,
or you'll never see the files.

-Tandy, get out of here!
-Mom, I got this.

-What files?
-The ones you're here
to kill me over.

Roxxon's off-point
oil rig turned its workers
into primal screams.

Clever...
your water delivery getup.

Use what you can
to survive, right?

Well, then, I suggest
you use those sensible shoes
and get out of my mother's home.

-Read the room, princess.
I kind of hold all the cards.

Maybe I have a few
up my sleeves.

Scarborough didn't tell you
about me, did he?

That makes sense.
He's a need-to-know
kind of guy.

And this, I'm assuming,
is his need to clean up

everyone who knows too much
about that rig.

-Don't step any closer!
-Tandy, what are you doing?

Ivan and Mina.
Do they know too much, too?

Don't move, I'm serious!

About what?
I'm unarmed.

No!

-Hiyah!

Are you okay?

Yeah, are you?

No. No, Mom,
I-- I screwed up.

Mom, listen, okay?

I need you to go
to Mr. Munney's,

and I need you to tell him
that the government
is after you.

He'll keep you safe.

Mina here.
You have been missed.

Please leave a mess---I got to go.

Hey. Where are you going?

-I need to go help
some people.
-Why you?

Why not?

You looking for this?

I-- I already know
what you're gonna say.

You have no idea
what I'm going to say.

Because I have no idea.

I get a call
from your mother.

She's hysterical
because the police
are calling you a cop killer.

-I didn't kill anyone.
-Of course you didn't.

But, Tyrone,
you need to run
as far away as you can,

as fast as you can,
and never look back.

You don't call us.

You don't send us a postcard.

You hear me?

Yes, sir.

Ty, I have no idea
if I've done any good
as a father,

for either of you boys.

What can we do
for you, Officer?

One of your Red Hawks
seems to have gone
off the reservation.

I know you think
you're being clever,

but the fact is,
that's quite racist.

Our native brothers and sisters
helped our people survive
under slavery.

Listen.

I'm gonna try to sneak you
out the back.

Tyrone?

Mina!

How is this happening again?

It's so far away
from the ri--

Hey!

Hey, are you okay?

-What the hell happened to him?
-He turned into a Terror.

-A what?
-Mina, listen.

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

the entire crew went crazy,
just like this guy did.

-No, that's not true.
The reports from the rig--
-Were Scarborough lies!

Aimed at getting you
back in there to extract
whatever had that kind of power.

That power made people crazy.

It turned their adrenaline
up to 22.

Your dad called
them Terrors.

Yeah, he always did have a knack
for accurate nomenclature.

Dan was there at the valve
when it blew, and then
they were chasing me--

That power is rearing
its head again.

Heads... plural.

What?

There are nine other valves,

spread out around the city
by design.

My design.

The rest of my map
is feeling the pressure, too.

It's only
a matter of time
until they blow.

Okay, so what do we do
to stop it?

Mina!

Yeah... okay.

There may be a way
to shut it off, centrally.

But we need to get to Roxxon.

Of course we do.

One-Adam-Nine,
possible match to APB.

Stop! NOPD! Stop!

-Get in!
-Thank God.

Show me your hands!

-Freeze!
-Hands! Let me see 'em!

What are you doing?
Do your thing!

I can't. There's
too many people.

They say
it was over a woman.

They say it's why Leland,
the eldest brother,

wore that mourning band
on his left arm.

His heart had been broken.

And just as the blue blood
of the Wilson brothers

boiled over, New Orleans
was struck by a storm

more devastating
than it had ever seen.

And as brother faced off
against brother,

it only looked to get worse.

But Leland had
a change of heart in the rain.

They say he found grace
when he was loading his gun.

They say he knew somehow
that sacrificing himself

was the only way
to save his family.

And when he died,
he not only ended the feud,

but the storm as well.

And the young city
of New Orleans lived to see
another day.

It's a wonder that mantle
ain't come crashing down.

Weight of the world
all up on it four times over.

Maybe five now.

You found her

I found her, but she ain't
particularly divine.

Do they know

I have no idea
what's going on,

or what's going to happen,
or what Tyrone

and his friend
have to do with it.

There is a danger
coming right at us.

Fear bubbling just beneath
the skin of this city.

Greed bringing
our worst instincts
to the surface.

I don't understand
how Tyrone and that girl

can do anything about that.

That's why we need
to remember our history.

Hey, you gonna book us
or what?

What.

What is going on?

Nothing good.

Police have issued a warning
for an aggressive celebration

that has led to violence
in the Garden District.

Authorities warn citizens
to avoid the area

until the situation
has been nullified.

How you doing?

Aside from the crushing fear
that in trying to make the world
a better place,

I might have broken it

Yeah, I've been better.

We're gonna fix this.
We're gonna fix this,

and we're gonna get you back
to saving the world.

Maybe I'm not cut out
to save her, Tandy.

Mina, you might be
our only hope.

And I know hope,
believe it or not.

And destiny, this is yours.

Destiny doesn't exist.

Sure it does.

It's just string theory
we don't understand yet, right?

Why are we back here
and not in a cell?

They have to book us officially
if they wanna put us in holding.

But we're not here officially,
so if something happens to us--

It's looking less like "if"
and more like "when."

Unless you can, you know,
do your thing.

Look, I'm trying, I am.

I need that cloak
to control it.

Or someone
to fire a gun at me.

Hey, beware
of what you wish for.

Lafayette, right?

You're not supposed to talk.

Yeah, they've been telling me
that my whole life,

but here I am, gabbing.

So, uh, what are we waiting for?

What, you guys can't do
anything without Connors,
is that it?

What am I not getting here?

Everything, 'cause you're
not from here, O'Reilly.

I am.
Straight up.

I-- I grew up
in the Lower Ninth
and now I live in MidCity.

-And now you're a cop killer.
-I'm not any kind of killer.

And Fuchs? I knew him
for less than a day,

-and he's more cop
than you'll ever be.
-You watch your mouth, boy.

Don't call me boy.

My name is Tyrone,
my parents pay taxes,

and it's your job
to protect me.

And if you're really 504,
you would know that.

You know, I got a mom
worried sick about me?

And a dad ready
take on the world
to protect me.

I bet your parents
would do the same.

Listen, I get you're afraid,
we all are.

Most of the time
we have a good reason to be.

But right now...

I need you to find
a reason to be just,

to protect us.

Look, you took an oath,

and right now,
you have two lives
in your hands.

Understand that power.

Please.

Connors just pulled up.
He's putting the place
on lockdown.

Yeah, watch them
for me, okay?

Where-- Where you going?

Hey, again.

I can tell by the look
on your face,

you already know about the valve
that blew by Mina's.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

For a while, you were
the only one that knew.

But you kept
scratching that itch,

and now, instead
of a handful of Terrors
on an isolated oil rig,

we're looking at a whole city
about to destroy itself.

What's so important down there?

Power.

And with great power
comes even more power.

In this day and age,
you need to keep up
with the Joneses,

as well as the Starks
and the Rands.

What we need to do
is shut all of this down,

which is why we're here.

We tried, but the equipment
at the Core is not responding.

We've lost the ability
to shut it down remotely.

You had me build these things
all over the city.

We put one near a school
and a police station.

City property
is the easiest to indemnify.

Aah!

You said Core.

Mina, that's where
we were on the rig,
we were in the Core.

And that's where we shut it off.
There's a kill switch
and three shut-off valves.

Shut it down
manually, yeah.

-Yeah, okay.
-So where is it?

It's in our annex building 616,
by the waterfront.

See, that wasn't so hard,
was it?

Look at me.

Where are we?

Your greatest hopes.

This is the place
where anything is possible.

You want power?

I do.

You want to be a god?

I want to be God.

Right through that door.

-Thank you.
-For what?

For being the one good cop.

No, there's more than one.

Not as many
as there should be.

Well...

if it isn't the Gaslight Gang,
all together again.

We're all going
to take a drive.

This one here,
he's gonna get loose.

He's gonna kill you,
and then we're gonna kill him,

and then we're gonna mourn
you like the fallen hero
that you are.

And you think, uh...
the chief's just gonna
let any of that fly?

It's Mardi Gras.

Even if she weren't
waving from a float,

she's got way too many
citizens out there saying
farewell to the flesh.

-It's mayhem, O'Reilly.
-No one's gonna believe you.

They have so far, haven't they?

Go get him! Get him!

What was that guy on?

The War of 1812
had been over for a month now.

But the Battle of New Orleans
was fought so fierce

that word couldn't get
to the battlefield.

As legend has it,
a young private whose name
was lost to history

was tasked
with getting word

of the ceasefire
to General Jackson...

-...and fell short
of his delivery.

As legend has it,
he died in the arms
of a young refugee,

and with but a look,
he passed his urgency
on to her.

His mission was executed.

And because of this
divine pairing,

this man without a name
was the last soldier
to die for the cause.

They didn't understand how
a young maiden could end a war,

how a little girl
could stop a famine,

a bullet could stop a storm,
or the love of one man
could stop a plague,

but here we are,
alive to tell the stories.

How are we gonna help them?

Suppose you tell them
of their destiny?

You mean their fate.

One must live,
one must die.

We should've taken
my truck.

Scarborough said
the Core is near
the waterfront downtown.

That's on the other side
of the Mardi Gras masses,
there's no--

Stay behind me, okay?

Run!

Come on!

You try over there.

I'm trying to find a ladder,
or some sort of roof access,

but I'm not seeing--

Mina?

Mina!

-What are these things?
-Fear itself. Look, don't touch!

I need to find that cloak
you took from me.

-My costume?
-He moved it to weapons.

Go, go, go!
I'll hold 'em off!

Let me see your hands.

You need to get out of here
as fast as you can.

-What?
-You need to get
out of town.

-Not now.
-Especially now.

No, everything
I just said to that cop,
that's on me, too.

Okay? I live here, too.
I need to help.

You okay in here?

I will be.

As soon as I find
the mercy bullets.

Hey, be safe.

Ish.

Yeah, you too.

Wrangle them to me!

Hey!
Over here!

Hey!
Come get me!

Lafayette!

Hurry! Lock the door!

Mina, I don't want to hurt you!

Took you long enough.

In the fall of 1918,
the Spanish influenza

spread throughout the globe,
killing millions.

New Orleans was hit
harder than most.

A young doctor
named Jack Rogers
found himself running a clinic

out of St. Theresa's Church,
giving everything he could
to stem the tide

against the plague.

But when his lover,
famed jazz clarinetist
Bobo Smith was struck

with the disease,
Jack gave even more.

Experts claimed
his blood donation,
this passive immunization,

is what saved his lover.

But that doesn't explain
the two dozen other patients
in that church

who up and walked out,
healthy as oxen

the day Jack died.

Those who pay attention know,
there were other forces at play.

And it was because
of Jack's sacrifice
that New Orleans lived on

for one more song.

It's gone.
I just got it back,
I-- I just got control,

and now it's gone.

So is Mina.

I mean, she was the one
who was supposed to figure out
how to stop this thing,

and now
the whole city's running wild
with Ivan's Terrors.

I don't know, Ty.

I think we lost.

I think you're right.

So what happens now?

What happens is you two
are gonna come at the problem
and fix it.

Somehow.

But in the process,
one of you is going to die.

Uh-- Uh, I'm sorry,
can you repeat that last part?

Every time the city's
been struck with a catastrophe,

it's always come down
to two people.

My auntie calls them
the divine pairing.

It's always two,
since the stories began.

Wait, those dolls
on her mantle,
that's what they were?

Yeah. And here are the latest
two editions to her display.

Uh... No, this is ridiculous.

Maybe not.

Maybe that's why
we've been going
through all this.

Did you not hear the part
where we die?

Not both of you.

-Just one.
-Still!

I know, okay?
Listen, it's on me
to let you know

what you're
going up against.

The same way it's on you
to go up against it.

Now, I'm sorry, I wish
I could do more to help you,
I really do.

Yeah, I know.

I was in your head.

Look, you should be
somewhere safe, okay?

I needed
to tell you... everything.

Evita, you got
to get out of here.

You know this whole city
is tearing itself apart.

I also know it's in good hands.

Look, you've become...
You are important.

And I don't
want to see you hurt.

Okay?

What?

Nothing.

I'll see you soon,
Tyrone Johnson.

You know, on second throw,
I don't hate you two together.

-Tandy--
-If the city doesn't
destroy itself,

you should lock that down.

So, what are
we gonna do now?

Um... we'll beeline
past the CBD and see
if the parade's past

and no Terrorizing
has gone down.

Oh, I mean, there's got to be
hundreds of Terrors
by now, right?

Okay, then we deal.,
and we go straight
to the Core,

and we stop it at the source,
just like we did at the rig.

Ivan stopped the rig.

We're not even sure
stopping it will make
the Terrors go away.

And I-- I don't know
how good I'm gonna be

now that my cloak
is ripped to shreds,
it's useless.

Look, I-- I'm useless!

Maybe the city picked
the wrong saviors this time.

No.

No, what?

No... to this whole thing.

This old you that I met,
hiding from his own shadow?

Second-guessing every move
instead of actually moving,

if this is the guy
that's gonna show up, Tyrone,

we're both gonna die.

Maybe that's who I am.

Again, no.

You are Tyrone freaking Johnson.
Baller lady-killer, master
of space, if not time,

and you don't need a cloak
for all of that.

Look, what if I do?

Well, then you can use this.

Is that--?

It is.

How did you--?

I stole it.

From little you.

It was the first thing
I ever stole.

Why didn't you say anything
about his before?

Because I needed it.

I really needed it.

And now?

And now you need it.

Even though you don't need it.

But I need you.

Okay.

Okay.

You ready to do this?

Yeah.

Oh, you were right.
This is the quickest way!

There it is, right up there!
I think we finally got a path--

...luck.

-Heh!
-Aah!

-Heh!
-Aah!

Aah!

-Heh!
-Aah!

Aah!

-Shit.
-Yep.

You just couldn't
leave it alone, could you?

Well, what fun would that be?

You should've stayed
in New York, bitch.

Amen.

-You okay?
-No, I just...

It stings a little.

So... here we are.

Yep.

Here we are.

Looks like O'Reilly
led me right to you.

You really gonna try
to shoot at me again?

No... fool me thrice.

Your little side piece, though.

I'm guessing she doesn't travel
as light as you.

Nope, she doesn't.

I'm not letting you
hold my life hostage anymore.

Not my friends
or my family, you understand?

Listen, you little--

I'm not afraid
of you anymore.

Are you?

Yeah.

You should be.

You should be very...
very... afraid.

You afraid?

I am.

You okay?

Like I said before,
if I had a knife of light
I'd kill him,

but... I don't.

No, but you have the power
to be wherever you want.

Or wherever I'm supposed to be.

I get it now.

-Tyrone?
-Evita was right.
One of us has to die

in order for us
to stop this.

Yeah, but nobody says
that has to be you.

Fate does!

That's why I'm so fast,
so I can get there first.

No. This is bullshit.
You can't just...

-It was nice knowing
you, Tandy Bowen.
-...die!

-Screw you!
-Tandy, get out of here!

You're the one that can travel
great distance, Ty.

Have at it, then.
I'm not gonna let you die
in here.

One of us has to.

Aah!

Then we both have to.

For some reason,
life tossed us together

and mixed up our mojo,
so if it's on you,
it's on me, too,

I know that.

Shit, Ty, sometimes
it's the only thing
that I know.

And this swirling ball of scary
down here is probably nothing

compared to that sting
when you and I touched.

Actually...
it's exactly that.

Hold my hand.

We'll show these assholes
a divine pairing.

Similar reports are coming in
that the unexplained acts

of violence across the city
have all but stopped,

immediately
after a strange flash of energy
lit up the morning sky.

Authorities currently
have no explanation
for what happened,

but the mayor and the governor
have both given statements

-promising a full investigation
into the matter.

Hey...

-What's this?
-Care package.

It's not as glamorous
as I make it look.

I didn't know
you knew how to care.

I'm learning.