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Previously on Cloak and Dagger...

Billy!

Daddy!

- I'm sorry. - What's your name?

Tandy. How about you?

Tyrone.

Wait, are you that kid?

The beach?

There's something about fear that pushes me.

Has my whole life.

When all hope slips away,

I get all hot and bothered and weaponized.

And you can see people's fears, too?

Ironically, I can see their hopes.

- Detective O'Reilly? - Hi, Detective.

I'm willing to stay and face this.

Connors is after you. You have to lay low.

What do you want?

I want my father back, asshole.

You killed me?

I like making girlfriend pancakes.

Fuchs? I want celebration pancakes!

Tyrone Johnson!

You are under arrest for the murder of Officer Fuchs!

- I think we lost. - I think you're right.

So what happens now?

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

The initial energy expulsion,

it turns everyone into blood-thirsty monsters.

Every time the city has been struck with a catastrophe,

it's always come down to two people.

Hold my hand.

We'll show these assholes a Divine Pairing.

First position. Ready?

And... demi.

And grand.

And demi.

Port de bras forward,

straight...

That shit is real, daily.

He gonna pop like that?

- Some kinda way. - Watch how it's gonna be at Christmas.

Little man, you might eye to boost somethin' smaller

so you can practice without scratchin' that paint job.

Make that good money tonight.

You might need a get-on.

You gonna make the call?

What's up, go-getter?

Workin'...

You got me?

We're adding pique to the grand battement.

En croix. Ready?

Seven, eight. Front...

side...

back... side.

If you're new to this class, keep it small and in control.

You don't get points for distance.

Again. Seven, eight.

Front... side...

Everything what it's supposed to be?

The count is right.

Watch your croisé line.

The audience should see your face, not your profile.

Everyone, push through the floor to your tendu every time.

There's no jeté without the tendu.

Seven and eight...

spot, Tandy.

See what you're spotting.

Keep your turn out, shoulders down.

- Where the money at? - It was here a second ago.

I don't know where it went!

All right, back to one.

I wanna get this right. Mid-line...

I ain't seein' anything.

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I've always been good at excuses.

Rationalizations.

Ever since I was a little girl...

just pull one out of thin air if I needed to.

Nathan...

All I did was make excuses for him.

I didn't just turn the other cheek,

but a blind eye as well.

And when he died,

I could have stopped.

But I kept it up.

Kept lying to Tandy

about who he really was...

I read this article that said that girls with abusive fathers

most likely find abusive partners, so...

I thought that lying was a way to break the cycle.

But maybe that was just another rationalization.

Another bad excuse

that I was so very good at.

Tandy, what do you think about that?

I don't know.

I mean, I...

It still spins me around, Mom, but I get it.

I get that it was an act of love.

So...

what do I think?

I think it was...

heroic.

Thank you, Tandy, and Melissa.

Mikayla.

We always give a wide runway to new members.

Is there anything you want to talk about?

No.

I'm only here 'cause my friend said I had to if I was gonna crash.

And why do you have to crash?

Does it have anything to do with those bruises on your wrists?

These aren't anything.

My boyfriend Jeremy, we just...

had a bit of an accident.

And how did you meet Jeremy?

I don't got to say nothing, right?

It still counts, for my friend,

if I just stay here and listen?

- Of course. - Okay.

Everyone here is free to get whatever they need out of this.

All clear, fire.

Let me see your weapon, O'Reilly.

We been missing you around here these last few months.

How's your shoulder feeling?

My doc says I have full rotation back.

You think the piece is off? That could explain my score.

Nah, it's perfectly fine.

Maybe it's in your head.

Yeah...

maybe.

What the hell?!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, sorry.

Sorry. You don't usually scare like that.

- Don't ever do that to me again. - Okay.

Look, I had a good reason.

All right, look.

Where did you get these from?

I just took it from the Uptown Block Kings.

- Found their new stash house. - What were you thinking, Tyrone?

I was thinking about taking drugs out of the hands of addicts,

and money out of the hand of killers.

I mean, I'm making the city a better place, O'Reilly.

You can't make the city a better place in one night.

And not like this.

You told me that these guys were moving near my church.

I gave you a heads up to keep you out of trouble.

But I'm not out of trouble, am I?

I'm still a wanted cop killer.

Anything new on that end?

No.

With Connors MIA, there's not enough to exonerate you.

You have any idea where he could be?

What if he never shows up? Is that just it for me?

Your fingerprints are on the murder weapon.

And now on these drugs, and this money,

and God knows what else.

- Look, someone had to stop these guys. - It doesn't have to be you.

If I don't do it, who's gonna do it?

- N.O.P.D.? - Yeah! Eventually.

The end game is confessions on the record from the big bosses.

That's how you move the needle towards justice.

I seen this kid slinging, he was 14, maybe.

What, does he have to sit back and wait for the needle of justice, too?

Because I remember doing that, and you know what happened.

You just embarrassed the Uptown Block Kings,

which stands to make them more paranoid and dangerous.

And absent a real culprit?

They're going to head North of Frenchman to their rivals,

the Money Hustle Gang.

These guys are badder.

Bigger, far more dangerous.

And you just handed them dominance.

- Well, maybe I can... - Sit this out.

Go back to your church, Tyrone, keep your head down.

That will make the city safer, okay?

Yeah.

Okay.

And while my fear may roll in

like a storm through the night

may I keep dry, so the hope inside

stays burning and bright.

Thank you, all. See you next week.

- Are you ready? - Yeah.

Yeah... um, can you actually give me a second?

I'll meet you at the car.

Sure.

Excuse me, miss, I think you dropped this.

Thank you, wow. That would have been bad.

- Thanks. - Yeah, I used to wait tables, too.

- Livin' on tips, right? - Yeah.

Kinda sucks when your livelihood relies on being nice to people.

That's why I got into roller derby.

That's funny.

Listen, if you ever want to talk about any of this, I'm...

No... I mean...

I'm all good, but thanks.

Movie night is in the house!

Did this place always look like such a shithole?

- I hate you so much sometimes. - Sometimes.

But you love the me that steals from your old stomping grounds.

Did you get the syllabus from A.P. Psychics?

Oh, yeah. And almost all the textbooks on it.

Check it out, I got you one of these thingies.

A new one.

Okay...

- It's cool, but what's it for? - For, like, studying?

And all the "notes to self"?

Um, "Note to self:

Tandy has no idea what studying is."

Solitude has made you sassy.

And yet, I keep bringing you gifts.

TV night is in the house.

I can't believe people used to watch these things.

- How you been? - Really good.

- And your mom? - Still at it.

Getting her act together.

But... things really couldn't be better.

But today, you know, I had this...

Sorry.

Sorry.

What were you saying?

Look who's been practicing.

Well, you know, I got a lot of time on my hands.

Well if you've gotten so good, why don't you hit up your girl?

- Super-human booty call. - Nah, I'm just trying to lay low.

No human contact.

Come on, Ty, you gotta stretch your legs a little.

You know, I heard the last person that lived here,

got a little stir-crazy.

That's why we have movie night.

How 'bout you? You been practicing?

Every once in a while, you know,

when I don't want to get up and grab a knife.

So what's with this Zeppo guy?

Zorro?

Actually, my mom, and dad, and Billy, and I,

we used to watch the reruns in Korean on rabbit ears.

- Wait, you guys speak Korean? - Well, you don't have to with Zorro.

The story's always the same.

Town-folks in trouble. He rises up.

Fights the power.

Bad guys get all Z'd.

His outfit is kind of ridiculous.

Check your cloak envy.

Nobody's getting Z'd with a cloak, Ty.

Man needs a blade for that.

- Lucky I have you. - Damn right.

Do you miss it?

Nah, I can practice

- as much I can in here, right? - No, I mean the real "it."

The... in-the-thick-of-it,

risking your life, moment to moment,

the saving-the-world... rush.

Nah.

Definitely don't miss running away from bullets.

Risking my life. Almost dying.

Or puttin' my family in danger, no.

Yeah, but don't you get restless?

Yeah,

I suppose I do sometimes.

What do you do?

What I'm supposed to do.

Fight it.

Stay home. Sit tight. Hope...

Lady Justice will find a way to get me off the hook.

How 'bout you?

You miss it?

Yeah...

from time to time, sure.

But I make knives of light.

I mean...

what would I even do?

But seriously, a "pinch"?

Or a "dash," those are not measurements.

That's not true. I mean, technically, a pinch

is how much salt you can pinch between your fingers, right?

Okay...

okay, I'll give you that.

But explain "dash" to me.

With a straight face.

Well, you know, you, like...

dash it on in with a sense of...

Yeah, I got nothin'.

Okay...

That feels right, no?

Yeah, it does.

And Tandy? Thank you.

For calling me "heroic."

- It's all good, Mom. - No it's not. Not by a long shot.

And it hasn't been for most of your life.

- Mom... - But I appreciate it.

I appreciate you.

Being here.

Helping me get my act together.

Means a lot.

I'm here for you, too.

If I've learned anything in group,

it's that we all have damage that we paint over.

You were helpless, in a different way.

But you couldn't do anything about it.

That doesn't mean that it doesn't build up.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Uh, what-what day is it?

- It's Friday. Why? - Crap.

- What? - Crap, I-I, um, I have a...

make-up ballet class that was canceled, and I totally spaced.

Are you okay if I bail on dinner?

Get your twirl on, as they say.

Yeah, they definitely don't say that.

- Okay. - I'll clean up.

Bye.

I think I have too much work to catch up on.

"The second law of thermodynamics,

"otherwise known as the Law of Increased Entropy, states that...

"within a closed system, you can never complete any process

"with as much energy as you started with.

"There's always some loss.

"Always some energy that will be sacrificed.

"Its energy can be used for growth, or repair.

"But such a transformation without exception,

"changes the very nature of the energy itself.

"This energy can become volatile,

"unusable for productive means, and, instead, contribute

to the chaos, or entropy, of the environment."

"In spite of the situation, the levels of entropy within a closed

system will never decrease.

"And never go away.

"They... simply change form,

"often finding different ways to be expelled.

"And, in some cases, this process can be destructive,

"the natural order lending itself to return almost always

"to a greater state of chaos,

and disorder."

Where'd it go?!

What happened?

I left for a second and when I came back, it was gone!

- I swear! - Where is it?!

You, you. Go!

Code Red!

Either of you bitches gonna get it!

Who are you with?!

We look like dumb punks you can just take from?!

"Note to self:

you're still a horrible liar."

Well...

- "Well" what? - What happened?

I don't know, I was... popping around too fast.

Got a little charged and cocky.

- Didn't see the guy. - I mean, what happened to "laying low"?

What the hell were you doing there in the first place, Ty?

I was trying to make up for a mistake.

Yeah, and how did that work out?

How'd you find me?

I didn't want to go home, so I came here.

And I found this map.

And not to "rookie mistake" you, but marking up a map of the city

is extremely nerdy, and kind of damning, as well.

- I guess you're right. - How long have you been doing this?

I know what you're gonna say.

- It's stupid, and dangerous, and... - No, what I was gonna say

is, "Why didn't you ask me to help?"

'Cause every time we talked,

it seemed like you were doing good.

You kicked Roxxon's ass all the way across town.

And now, you're bonding with your mom,

cleaning up your life.

I didn't want to get in the way of all that good.

Because I wasn't.

I wasn't good, I was horrible.

Tandy, I'm going crazy in here.

I miss Evita, I miss my parents.

Everyone I care about, I miss them so much,

I sneak out and keep tabs on them.

But I can't talk to any of them without putting them in danger.

And it's... it's ripping me apart.

It's not forever.

And it's not that bad.

- You know, I lived here, too. - I know.

And it's part of the reason why I feel like

I can't even really complain to you.

You're an idiot, you know that?

Me and you, we're supposed to be the exception,

not the rule, Ty.

We're supposed to tell each other everything, and you lied.

Don't get too high and mighty.

I get to get sky-high and all-mighty on this,

- because you lied to me, Tyrone. - Well, you lied to me, too.

Look, I know where you've been spending your nights.

Last month, I saw you follow that woman after that group you go to.

You cut the axle off her SUV.

- So, you've been spying on me? - I told you,

I check up on everyone I care about.

You fit square into that category, Tandy.

Why would you do that?

That's none of your business.

But I have to tell you when I head out and blow off steam?

No, you don't have to tell me anything. I just thought that you would.

Well I guess we're both hypocrites, aren't we?

I'm not going to stand here and let you call me a...

Fine, don't stand there.

You're welcome, by the way.

- Listen, Tandy, I... - No, I know the way out!

Crap...

Captain Levy.

No. I haven't heard, what went down?

And, uh, who do they think did it?

I would be pissed, too.

I know, it's months of my work blowing up, too.

I've been trying to lead the charge against...

Yes. Yes, sir, uh...

I suppose if things go sour,

I can understand why that may change.

Good

Good, I'm glad they're having a sit-down. Back kitchen of where?

Rougarou. Yeah, I know that place.

It's that underground club off Richmond, right?

I would follow up with Edwin Dunlap.

He's O.G. and respected across both parties' lines.

He can mediate, and maybe we can settle all this down.

Yes... you've made that very clear.

And I agree with you.

Someone did screw up royally.

Mikayla, I'm surprised to see you back.

Me, too, just want to say thank you.

Listening to your stories really helped me understand mine better.

I thought I just needed space for a while.

But something changed.

Jeremy stopped returning my calls, so...

I went over there, and I saw...

He was in the corner.

Scared, like a little boy.

A bunch of thugs came into his place and vandalized it.

He tried to fight them off, but there were too many.

And it reminded me how vulnerable he can be.

How sweet he used to be, and... how much...

Jeremy really needs me.

Are you sure that's what happened?

A bunch of thugs just came over there and...

Yeah, I mean, you should've seen the place.

They hacked up the walls with knives and a chainsaw, it was brutal.

Really scary.

I mean, what kind of a person does that?

- I don't want to talk to you. - Well that's too bad,

because I have three things I gotta say to you.

One.

I'm sorry.

Two.

Thank you for saving my ass.

And three?

I need your help.

- Was any of this clean? - Pfft.

It's hard to get out to do laundry.

Why do you fold it?

Just force of habit.

What, you never have that problem?

No.

I would always just steal new clothes.

Uh, maybe next time you're at St. Seb's, you could...

T-shirts and underwear, I'm on it.

I was lonely, too.

- In here. - Tandy...

Hell, I was snorting pills to numb out the pain.

I shouldn't have said it wasn't a big deal.

It's all good.

Hey, what'd she do?

The old lady with the SUV?

It wasn't her.

It was her husband.

It's possible I'm...

am not over my dad the way I wish I was over my dad.

And I want to hurt someone.

And since he's not around,

been trying to find other people who could stand

to take on a little hurt.

I think I'm still working stuff out, too.

Been hitting these gangs, causing all this trouble because I'm angry.

At who?

The world, I think.

Yeah, I would be, too.

I mean, you did everything right, Ty,

and here you are.

But I sunk so low, I went and creeped on Evita.

You didn't.

Yeah...

How'd she look?

Perfect, of course.

And happy.

I was happy for her, too, you know? But...

then this guy...

good-looking guy... walked up to her, and she rebuffed him.

So, that kinda made me happy, in a selfish way.

An understandably selfish way.

Then she seemed sad, you know?

Realized it was probably my fault.

Made me want... I don't know.

- Lose your shirt. - Pfft, what?

Take off your shirt.

Seriously?

All right, all right, did you have to rip it?

Yeah, you're literally a fashion emergency.

Why so intent on doing this, anyway?

O'Reilly trusted me.

I messed up, and I messed up again.

You're even OCD about karma, aren't you?

Everything folded.

What if it doesn't work? When I get there,

what if I get blind-sided again?

That's why you have me.

- I'm glad I do have you. - Me too.

And I like this.

You and me...

goin' out, doing good.

Best we can.

It's a good look on us.

Okay, so,

waffles or pancakes?

What?

When you hold hands with your girl,

do you interlace your fingers like this?

Waffles.

Or do you...

do palms flat? Pancakes.

Waffles?

Okay then.

How'd you do that?

Do what?

We just walked past a whole group of people waitin'.

Yeah! Lines are for losers.

Are you a loser, Tyrone Johnson?

I mean, I've waited in, like, a bunch of lines...

Hey, where'd you say this sit-down was?

- Back kitchen. - Over there.

- So lay out the plan for me. - All right, so,

O'Reilly said her end game is getting, uh,

confessions from higher-ups, so...

The bosses are meeting in there, I just gotta get this recorder in,

the moment before they talk.

Look, I'm gonna get a little closer.

Okay, I got your back.

I know.

Wait until I flash the signal, okay?

All good?

- I think so. - Okay.

- Okay, so, what do we do now? - I don't know, I guess we, uh,

just hang out until it's over and I can collect the recorder.

"Hang out"?

Wait, are you saying that Tyrone Johnson is gonna "hang out"

at a drinking-slash- dancing establishment

with nothing to do but enjoy himself?

- You know I don't drink. - Ah, it's okay.

I can drink for the both of us.

Hey.

Hey, you okay?

It looks like it's finally going down.

Yeah. That's a good thing, right?

You said this is a gang-leader summit.

Maybe they'll hammer it all out.

Or confess to everything, and then you can give

Detective Good-Cop a win, right?

Maybe you did make the world a better place.

Yeah...

maybe.

Tandy.

Shit.

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