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."
- 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?
I ended up in the back
of an ambulance with this-this girl.
I think she was getting kidnapped.
Help me!
I don't know how to take someone with me.
These folks come together pretty regular.
To share information, keep people looking.
That's more than a dozen girls.
Someone has to be looking for them.
The other girls, where are they?
I don't know!
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...
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.
'Kay...
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.
And I'm gonna have to get a day job.
Maybe in a bakery.
Wanna come with me?
It could be like in that movie.
Well, that's certainly something.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no...
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Other reports are coming in
that the unexplained acts of violence across the city
have not yet been...
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.
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How can you even think
of stepping away from your post?
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.
You want that on you?
No, ma'am.
Then mind your post.
Connors...
He dies first.
We'll catch up soon.
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Well, I suppose the cat's out of the bag.
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.
Okay...
Just stay out of my way.
Ty, how did you do that?!
- Are you okay? - I'm fine.
But it's not easy doing it so fast.
With two people.
Ah, just-just give me a minute.
Okay, then, your turn.
How is there two of you?
And then, this other you...
she slit this guy's throat open with her own hands!
- She's crazy strong and crazy homicidal! - She's not me!
She's got your face, and she's got your badge.
She pointed a gun at us. S-She killed this guy in the ambulance.
- And all the people at the club... - 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?
- Was there some sort of lighting strike? - Tandy!
Look, I don't think she knows what happened.
Okay, then who does?
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?
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.
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.
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.
How come there's no 17A, 22A,
- and no 13B? - 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.
- _ - 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.
What's your name?
Dale.
Dale...
you hitting on me... Dale?
- No. - Good call.
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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.
Don't worry.
I'll take you somewhere safe,
and Tandy and I will go after her.
No, no.
No, Brigid's the only one that can help us.
I can't even shoot straight anymore. I'm useless.
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.
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."
Well, let's find out if you did.
No one went in your room.
I didn't mean to make eye contact, I'm sorry.
Just give me my key, please.
What is all this?
This is Mayhem.
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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.
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.
He didn't do it...
the cop.
Tyrone, he didn't kill him.
Does it matter?
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Hey, Ty, look.
You've got a deranged map twin.
Credit card. With your name on it.
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?
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... - What'd he say?
That there was gonna be another job tonight.
But, he didn't know where.
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?
- Okay. - Yeah, we'll wait in the hall.
Come on, Tandy.
Do you think I'm like her?
- Map on the wall, stolen weapons... - No.
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.
And here's where we found the ambulances.
The next place she'd go is Pier 81.
Vice knows that's a...
hot spot for drug traffic.
You mean this Pier 81?
Okay, you're certainly in her head.
So where does the next card take us?
This deck here is all about
the more acceptable New Orleans sex trade.
Who's up for a trip to Bourbon Street?
We exist in our own personal hell.
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.
We ignore sickness, pretending everything is fine!
And the momentary relief of sin will not deliver us.
Despair comes... for all...
Bless me, Father,
for I am about to sin.
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Detective, heard you were back.
What are you doin' in my patrol car?
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.
Okay.
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.
Coffee... Detective.
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Okay, we go in,
we find the owner, and we find out what he knows.
What if she's here? How do we stop her?
Have you guys ever faced anyone as strong as her before?
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. - I think this is the door.
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.
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.
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?
We can get to them if we leave right now.
Are you with me? Or are you gonna slow me down?
Brigid, look!
Don't do this.
You're gonna have to do better than that.
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.
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- _ - 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.
Reed?
How say you?
Yea.
Douglass?
Yea.
Johnson.
Nay.
Everybody, please... everybody, please!
Please. That was a "nay" from Johnson.
There will be no further investigation.
Car trouble?
It's probably the carburetor.
That'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?
- Connors, where is he? - 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.
Connors convinced me to back his story.
He said his uncle... would take care of me.
Said I could bank a favor.
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'.
Damn it.
I believe you.
I hope you find the asshole.
I never should have vouched for him.
- 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.
Well... now, I suppose you can.
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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?
S-start with the ones who deserve it, I guess.
Hey, Father!
The Redcoats are coming.
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We're too late.
Hey, Brigid, you wanna go check on that driver?
- Yeah. - 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.
She saved us.
He has a pulse, I'm calling it in.
Do you have any idea where you were headed next?
- No... - Okay, that's okay, uh...
come with me, let's get you warm. Okay?
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.
- Tandy... - You know what? 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?
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Who the hell are you?
_
They're pretty shaken, I'm not getting
anything out of them.
Not that way.
May I hold your hand?
It was nothing.
Ty, I...
I touched her, but there's nothing.
She has no hope.
Can you try?
No! No, please! No!
Let me help you!
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I know where they were goin'.
There's no point, no purpose!
There's no plan, brothers and sisters.
No playbook...
King James or otherwise.
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.
That's what I saw.
Then this is where we're going.
'Cause the only thing that matters...
is what you do in this moment.
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What, did O'Reilly get lost again?
Making attempt to contact at 501 Franklin Avenue.
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.
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Come on, where are you?
Oh, finally, what'd you see?
Two guys in the back, same as the front.
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?
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.
Go!
Look, you have to be quiet.
Take care of them.
- I'm bringing more back. - Okay.
Come with me.
Yo, what the hell was that shit?!
Hey, brah, they're gone.
Hold up there, Blondie.
How the hell you did that?!
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.
Hello?
Hello!
Who's up for awkward reunion pancakes?
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