02x05 - Alignment Chart

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Previously on Cloak and Dagger...

Who the hell are you?

Billy!

- What the hell did you do?
- I don't know!

- You sh*t a kid.
- I need to call my uncle.

What's he gonna do?

He's gonna fix it.

I'm sorry.

- What's wrong?
- My wallet.

Hey, blonde girl!

Find rich kids,

slip a little something
into their drinks,

and jack them of their rich kid stuff.

Let's ransack this bitch.

I'm Andre Deschaine.

I spent a lot of time
in this part of town.

Sometimes people don't
know how to ask for help.

Lia.

Seeing one of my girls sh*t up

so full of heroin has me on edge.

I'm so sorry.

Your mom said you had a big heart.

Let me see your w*apon, O'Reilly.

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

Nah, it's perfectly fine.
Maybe it's in your head.

In the dociles there
is almost no activity

in the anger and rage centers
of the cerebral cortex.

I can't even sh**t straight
anymore. I'm useless.

Watch out!

What was that?

It felt like she was being
sucked through me.

- And why do you think that?
- 'Cause it happened once before...

If it were me, I would
bring him back and end him.

What if I can't protect them?

What if they die, just like Billy?

What if I pull him out and I'm
not brave enough to stop him.

Tandy, what happened?

I suppose the best place
to start is with a story.

After all,

who doesn't love a good story?

It had been a long, harsh winter

and the cold that had come months before

dug its teeth into the land.

It refused to give way to the thaw,

to growth,

to the goddess of spring.

A late winter storm had come,

turned the sky gray for days,

like the stones of a river.

It had lasted so long,

the Farmer's hearth
had dwindled to ember.

If he wanted to survive
until the spring,

he needed more firewood.

He had to go outside,

had to brave the cold.

Putting on his only pair of boots,

he trudged through the
snow across a fallow field.

He didn't see the roots he had
tripped on till he had fallen,

until he was on his knees.

And that is how the
Farmer came face-to-face

with a Viper.

- How did this happen?
- Way too quickly.

I went in for...

the Other Brigid, but Connors was there.

When she tried to k*ll him,
my protective-ish went up,

and I was blown back out. I
grabbed for her, Ty, I swear...

But instead you freed the
man who k*lled my brother.

He could anywhere now.

He could be after Brigid, my parents.

Okay, so... so we find him.

Look, how could you let this happen?

I got screwed too, Ty.

Okay? I went in there to
get leads on the assholes

responsible for what
happened to those girls

and I came out with zero.

What is it?

Nothing. It's...

It's my mom. She's in full meltdown.

Apparently there's no cell
reception in your hoodie.

Go check on her.

No, I...

- I need to help you with Connors.
- Go.

I'll hit you up when I
have a lead to follow.

Okay, good luck.

Yeah, you too.

Ty. I was helping Ty.

Good.

I like him.

Yeah, me too.

Most of the time.

You know, before I went
Psycho-Mom in your texts,

I actually had some fun last night.

It was just drinks with
the women from group, but...

it was nice.

- You were drinking?
- Yeah, I only had two.

But I let go just a
little, which I needed.

We even danced.

And then this superhot
doctor, he bought us a round.

And he even asked for my number.

What?

Nothing.

No, speak. Please.

Why not a superhot plumber?

A superhot doctor,

another man who can provide.

What is that supposed to mean?

Well, that's why you stayed...

with Dad, right?

Because he kept us in
Chanel and Benzes and benzos?

So who cares if he hits
you every now and then?

I do.

I did then.

I stayed because I was scared.

And I stayed for you, so that you
would have a father who loved you.

- And he did.
- Don't put this on me.

I'm not. It is on me entirely.

I am just trying to explain to you

how complicated it was for me.

And how hard it was to leave.

No.

No, what?

Leaving someone who
hurts you isn't hard, Mom.

You just leave.

Is unwashed produce
putting your family at risk?

Experts have long said that we should be

washing the produce supply...

Tyrone, you shouldn't be
out in public like that.

Connors is back.

What?

What do you mean he's back?

- Are you sure?
- Look, I saw him.

Then he got away and...

Look, we just gotta look for him.

Find him before he finds us.

I... I was thinking we could, uh...

probably check all the places
we know he goes...

"We"?

Yeah. You, me and Tandy,

- we'll all go together.
- No.

No? No, what?

I can't.

I'm not the person that I was.

Tyrone, I'm not who I used to be.

What?

What do you mean? Of course you are.

- All you have to do is...
- I said no, Tyrone.

And I mean it.

You know, the next
time you get mad at me

because I went out and
did something on my own,

remember this moment.

I wish the other you were here.

Hey, I don't know
how you got this number,

but leave a message anyway.

I want to find that bastard
that k*lled my brother.

Tyrone Johnson.

I've been waiting for you.

I bet you have.

I, uh...

I want to help you.

With what?

With putting me behind bars.

The Farmer looked at the Viper.

He knew it had fangs.

Fangs swollen with poison
that would stop his heart.

He thought it was gonna bite him.

But the Viper...

it didn't bite him.

The cold, you see,

it'd been worse to it
than it had to the Farmer.

It was barely clinging to life.

What the hell is this?

Is this some... some type of set up?

The Farmer could have k*lled it.

It would have been easy to
ends its life right there.

You want me to pick the g*n up so
you can get my prints on it, right?

That's not what I want, Tyrone.

So then tell me what this is all about

before I take you 10 miles off
the coast and leave you there.

But that's not what the Farmer did

because that's not who the Farmer is.

You recognize that g*n?

You were pretty young, but...

that's the g*n that went off
the night your brother d*ed.

No.

That's the g*n you fired
when you m*rder*d him.

When I chased you out of Dwayne's shop,

you hopped the railing.

I found your prints.

And then used this to saw
off the piece of the railing

used to b*at Fuchs to death.

The cut patterns will match.

My DNA is all over it.

With them and my confession,

that's almost enough to exonerate you.

And put me in jail.

- But not quite.
- What the hell are you doing?

I mean, what are you really doing?

I'm trying to make good.

I mean...

I don't even know how
I came to be in that...

that other place.

One moment I was...

on a rooftop standing across from you

and the next, I was...

It was a waking nightmare.

Me, alone with my thoughts.

All the things I said and done.

The lies I've told.

The misery I've created
and spread. For what?

I don't even know who I am anymore.

But I know I'm no longer the guy that...

that m*rder*d your brother.

I'm the man who wants to make it right.

- How naive do you think I am?
- What?

I... I don't think you're...

You expect me to believe you've changed?

That you want to make things right?

I can't undo what I've done.

That's for God damn sure.

I'm not here to try.

I swear I'm not.

But that place you put me...

That place...

whatever it was, whatever I was,

I came out of it knowing
what I need to do.

Stop as much of the suffering
I've caused as I can.

And that starts with you.

Sure. What time is the hearing?

Okay. Right.

Okay, I'll see you at the
courthouse at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Hope you've got a good lawyer.

Several.

But they're not for me.

You know, someone rescued a dozen women

from a human trafficking
operation a couple of nights ago?

Are the girls okay?

Various stages of distress.

Some of them in the hospital.

A few of them in jail because
they're too scared to tell the truth.

That's where the lawyers come in.

Well, I'm glad that they
have you on their side.

Apparently, I'm not the
only one on their side.

Some of them recall
the wild story of a girl

who looks like an angel,

a boy who moves like a shadow,

took down the bad guys
and freed all of them.

- That sounds crazy.
- Right?

But it gives me hope.

Angel, shadow, whoever they are,

I'm just grateful that
they're on our side.

- Can I talk to them?
- The angel and the shadow?

No. No, no. The, um, the rescued girls.

Look, my friend...

my cop friend, she thinks
somebody's targeting them.

Taking the women away in ambulances.

Maybe these women know something.

They're victims, Tandy.

Look, I know. I just...

I wanna give them the chance to stop

the assholes who victimized them.

Just a couple questions,

- nothing more.
- Look...

I know you wanna help,

but this not appropriate.

Okay, well, is there anyone
else that might have answers?

That might know
something, anything at all?

I'm sure the women
that this happened to,

don't want to relive this, Tandy.

I'm sorry. I gotta take this.

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Hey, this is Andre.

It was the pillows, man.
That what finally done us in.

- Pillows?
- Yup.

She'd like to go to that... What is it?

What's that fancy store that's
got the bull's-eye out front?

Target. Yeah, that's it.

Yeah, they got everything. Meats.

Cheeses. Pom Wonderful.

But did she buy any of that? No.

She come home with pillows.

A man's got to rest his head.

sh*t, I wish she would catch
you with your head

on one of them sum' b*tches.

They strictly for decoration.

Who that is?

It's the home of the Wild
Red Hawks of the 9th Ward

- and if you ain't got no business...
- It's Tyrone!

...Johnson.

Dad.

Son, what are you doing here?

I told you to run as far
as you can, never come...

Dad, Dad. Dad, don't.

Before you do something you may regret,

you may hear what I have to say.

Your son has.

There was this guy...

for some reason he always
sees the best in me.

Expects me to be... good.

It's almost enough.

But not quite.

I could sing like a bird and still
walk away without an indictment.

- Huh?
- Because of my uncle.

- Asa Henderson.
- The state senator?

You know, when we
were on, we were so on.

We took on the whole city.

We're an old, odd, family.

Been here since... Well...

My great-great grandfather
was a founding member

of the Promenade Society
if that gives you an idea.

The place rich white folk go

to talk about how they going to upstage

other rich white folks at Mardi Gras?

A place of power and money.

Parties, dr*gs...

Even jacked a few people.

A place where crimes are covered up.

I unfortunately know what that's like.

You do?

I have my own share of regrets.

Things I have to live with.

Just like you do.

When Billy was k*lled...

m*rder*d.

When I...

When I m*rder*d Billy,

I was looking at prison,

disgrace, losing my badge.

So I called my uncle.

He spent an afternoon at
Promenade Society and after that...

An afternoon?

That's all it took.

He probably put two judges
on the bench as well.

- So he's untouchable?
- Almost.

It seems like your ex
brought out the worst in you.

Not the best.

Is it possible someone can do both?

There is a way to get
to him, to stop him.

Put him and me behind bars.

How?

A file my uncle has hidden away.

He called it the "Monopoly" file.

Why Monopoly?

'Cause it's his "get
out of jail free" card.

And that's exactly
what you need, Tyrone.

Okay, you've identified the problem.

Now, what's the solution?

To face him one last
time and say goodbye.

The dirt he has on
anyone of consequence,

things they don't want known,

things they've done,

or, sh*t, they haven't done.

Secrets are powerful things
when you know how to use them.

What can I do?

Will you come with me?

Just to stay nearby

in case something goes sideways?

Of course.

I have your back.

The Farmer knew he didn't
want to k*ll the Viper.

But he also knew

that if he left the Viper there

in the middle of that storm,

it was as good as dead.

It would be the same as k*lling it.

Faced with a tough choice,

the Farmer made his decision.

He reached out

and picked up the Viper.

He was gonna bring the Viper home.

Your mom done freaking out?

She was and then I freaked
her out all over again.

So, um... We should talk about

- what we should do to find Connors.
- I found him.

You did?

Ty, that's amazing!

Well, we'll see.

He... he told me his uncle can clear me,

but I gotta steal something first, so...

Thank God I know an
honest-to-goodness thief.

Well, I don't know about
honor or goodness, Ty.

- That woman's watching us.
- What?

No. No, she's not...

- She not watching anything.
- No, she is.

Look, I told you meeting
out in public was too risky.

Look, I gotta go.

Hey. No, no, no. Just
stay another minute, okay?

Look, what is going on right now?

Her name is Lia.

She can help me find someone.

I think he ex-boyfriend
might know something

about the scumbags taking those girls.

But in order for her to tell me more,

I need to find some common ground.

So... So who am I? Your
abusive boyfriend or your pimp?

I mean, either one will do.

So you called your black friend?

No. I called my best friend.

Ty, come one. If it were
you, you'd do the same thing...

No, I wouldn't use you or lie to you

or break a promise to help you out.

I didn't break a promise.

You cut me loose. And
you didn't even need me.

You're right.

The way you've been acting,
maybe I don't need you at all.

I'm proud of you.

You did it.

Whatever. It's over.

It's not.

Not for a while.

You know that.

Do you wanna talk about it?

No, it's just...

The things I went
through with him, you...

you wouldn't understand.

Actually, Tandy, I would.

I have a master's degree
in men who use and abuse

and turn your mind inside out.

My ex?

He was everything to me.

I would have done anything for him.

And he took me up on that offer.

One of his big-volume buyers
was looking for a good time.

Eric asked me to deliver it.

Seal the deal.

Oh my God.

Lia, I'm so sorry.

Do you wanna talk about it?

There's no way he's serious, right?

That he's changed and
he regrets what he did?

I don't trust him,

if that's what you're asking.

Not even a little.

The next time he asked, I did it.

And the time after.

And then I said no.

But that's how he saw me now.

He, uh...

He hurt me.

Made me feel...

And he said he'd leave me,

with nothing.

- And yet, people do change.
- Yeah?

Haven't you?

sh*t, I've been making
myself a new costume

and it's like nothing that
ever came out of me before.

I had no family,

friends,

no one to turn to.

No one who would speak with me.

So when he asked again,

I said yes.

And every time after that.

Until I found Andre.

What he's done to us...

What he's done to our
family. Doesn't he...

doesn't he deserve...

What?

Finish your sentence.

What does he deserve?

Justice.

Your ex?

I hope he's locked up somewhere.

I hope justice found him.

I agree.

But can you tell me
what that word means?

What the word justice actually means.

Eric? Face justice?

Not when you run the best
growhouse in the city.

A growhouse?

He's right, you know.

Secrets are powerful.

If you had the secrets
he's talking about...

I have a "get out of jail free" card.

A chance to not spend the rest of
your life looking over your shoulder.

Maybe your only chance, son.

It sounds too good to be true.

It also sounds too good to pass up.

Eric's the mainline supplier

for all the drug runners in the city.

Do you think he knew
who was moving the dr*gs

to sedate the stolen girls?

He knows everybody.

That's his thing.

What if he's lying?

Then that g*n he sh*t Billy with...

is going to be the
last thing he ever sees.

I think about it all the time.

What it would be
like... to make him pay.

Where is that growhouse?

You know what happens
to you if you're lying, right?

I do.

Okay.

Tell me what I need to do.

Well, first you'll need the key.

He keeps the key on him at all times.

Well, almost all the time.

There's one small
window when he doesn't.

When?

When he's in the steam room.

There's a way to get in, but, uh...

you're gonna need a pair of white pants.

Once I have the key?

Then you gotta get to the
place where he keeps the files.

But you can't do that part alone.

You're gonna need help.

And you're also gonna have to
create one hell of a distraction.

There was still some heat left

in the embers of the Farmer's hearth

when he placed the Viper near it.

But he still needed more wood.

So...

he had to go back out into the storm.

- Thanks, yo.
- See you later, Eric.

He nearly froze as he loaded up

as much as he could carry.

Despite his work,

despite what he had done for the Viper

as soon as he stepped through his door,

the Viper bit him.

Filled him with heart-stopping poison.

Those, he knew,

were the very last moments of his life.

Whoa. Excuse me, miss.

- This club is for gentlemen only.
- NOPD.

This facility is the
target of a b*mb thr*at.

We've got a situation.

We've been notified of a
b*mb thr*at on this facility.

We need everyone to
evacuate immediately.

Hold on a minute.

I've heard nothing
about any b*mb thr*at.

I'm sure that if a b*mb
thr*at were credible,

we would have been notified.

I think you just were.

What'd you get lost, little girl?

Security cameras?

Shut down.

You really believe Connors?

No, but either way,
the problem is solved.

If he's telling the truth,

I'm cleared and he goes to jail.

And if he's lying?

Then, like I said,
the problem is solved.

- The clock is ticking.
- We better hurry.

The facility itself is big.

I mean, the lounge, the
restaurant, the gym,

and wine storage.

And that, in his
personal wine storage, number 4,

that is where he keeps the file.

Who's taking all those missing girls?

Wh... What?

Abusive pricks like you
always stay together.

Who's forcing those
girls to turn tricks?

How the hell am I
supposed to know? Wait.

Okay. I do my own thing, okay?

Well, your own thing is over.

Pay off cops, double security,

I can still get to you.

Remember that the next time you
try and pimp out another girl.

Within that special bottle, should be

all the information you
need to clear yourself.

Most think the moral
of the story is simple.

You can never change someone's nature.

A Viper is always a Viper.

But that's not why I'm
telling you this story.

The Viper is not the hero of this story.

The Farmer is.

The Viper represents the worst in us.

The Farmer represents the very best.

Doing the right thing,

even that which might hurt us.

But as good as the Farmer is,

he's nothing compared to the man
we're all here to celebrate today.

Tyrone?

That you?

He is nothing compared to the good

that is at the core of Tyrone Johnson.

So I'd like to propose a toast.

To Tyrone.

My best friend,

port in a storm,

my hero.

- You deserve this, you've earned this.
- Liar!

What are you talking about?

I should have never trusted you.

I should have never listened
to anything you said.

I have no idea what you're talking...

You set me up, huh? Huh? For what?

- What game are you playing?
- There's no game!

Everything is in that file!

There was no file!

I guess you knew that already, right?

The bottle was empty.

You know why I didn't
bring you here first?

Why I brought you to my father?

Because I knew if I was alone with you,

I'd probably just k*ll you first.

Go ahead.

Just do it, kid.

I'm ready for judgment.

No, no, no. That's not...

I'm not the one who can judge you.

There is someone who can.

Mom?

Mom, are you home?

Tyrone, what are you doing here?

There's someone you need to talk to.

Who? About what?

Him.

About justice.

Are you okay?

Better than the other guys.

What are you doing here?

I couldn't shake it,

the feeling that you
were gonna do something.

What did you do?

Sometimes bullies need someone
to punch them in the face.

He just had too many faces

between him and my
fists than I could count.

You did that for me?

It's all people like him understand.

Strength.

Resistance.

You have to choose to fight back.

You have to refuse to be a victim.

And you have to take away their power.

It sounds like a plan.

I suppose the best place
to start is with a story.

After all, who doesn't
love a good story?