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"Cloak and Dagger..."

Run!

Daddy!

Wait, are you
that kid from the beach?

You need a bath.

I mean, isn't there something
else we could do?

I could give you a concussion.

Both open up the mind
past the conscious

so you can walk
in the Land of the Loa.

Daddy!

Tandy!

I think we need to talk.

You think?

Not really sure where to start.

Well, how about you start with

how the hell you found me here.

Oh, this church, I, um...

I actually saw it
on a Voodoo tour, but...

then I saw it in your head.

In my head?

Maybe it was your heart?

Maybe it was nothing.

Well, it wasn't nothing.

'Cause you're here.

Just like you were
in the middle of the road...

firing a gun.

And in the cemetery
that night...

firing God knows what.

What happened to us back there?

Why is it still happening?

You know?

Why us?

I don't know.

But you're right
about one thing.

We need to talk.

Hash it all out.

Maybe then we'll find an end
to this whole shitshow.

It all started with a bath.

Bath?

Yeah, it was supposed
to be cleansing with, like,

root-work,
and karma, and... all that.

Fizzy bubble bomb for the soul?

Yeah. Something like that.

You fall for that touristy crap?

No.

No, but the woman said

it would point me
towards answers.

And it did in a way.

But I think
they were your answers.

I mean, you were right there.

Clear as day.

Your whole life.

First as a little girl,

ballerina, actually.

This might sound insane.

No, not as insane as you think.

So what were they?

My answers?

Does the name ROXXON
mean anything to you?

Yeah, my dad used to work there.

Well, he was there, I think.

Your dad.

The ROXXON guys, they were
putting him through hell.

Killing him, torturing him.

Over and over.

What was I doing?

You kept running.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

But then you didn't.

Last time, you stayed.

And you fought back.

You saved him.

No, that's impossible.

My dad died the night
of the storm.

So what does this all mean?

Do you have practice today?

Hey! Hey!

Your mother asked
you a question.

- What?
- You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just late.

No, you're not.

Now, your mother made breakfast.

-Now, sit down
and enjoy it with us.
-No!

Okay? I got things to do.

Well, come in
if you're coming in.

Should I ask about
that lady officer?

Or will that make me
an accessory?

She had the wrong girl.

Mm-hmm.

So what brings you here?

I wanna know about
the ROXXON thing.

Dad's case.

You mean the case that you're
always ridiculing me about.

Mom, I'm sorry about that.

I know this whole time
you've been focused

on trying to get
our old life back.

With the house and the money.

It is not just about money.

I mean, the money would be good.

Really good.

It's about your father's name.

His reputation.

How well do you remember him?

Really remember him?

I remember I felt safe
when I was with him.

That he was kind and smart.

I remember he told bad jokes.

But I don't remember any of 'em.

Well, he was the hardest
working person that I ever met.

If there was a problem...

he'd set out to fix it.

Leaky faucet, global warming.

Didn't matter.

You break it down.

Understand the moving parts.

- And come right at it.
- So then, why did that rig explode?

I have no idea.

But I know it wasn't his fault.

He was a scapegoat
for a greedy corporation.

They know that dead men
can't fight back.

Okay, so then how can we?

We can ask for help.

From someone who knows
what to look for?

Your boyfriend.

Look, I know that Greg
is rough around the edges,

but he's a real lawyer.

- And he's a good one.
- Mom.

He chased your cop away
yesterday.

Stop.

There is no upside to going against
a corporation like ROXXON.

Mom, you have put your life
on hold for the past eight years

waiting for a windfall
that's never gonna come.

Honey, it's gonna come.

You have to have hope.

Well, if hope exists...

I don't think that
that looks like Greg.

Because Greg is just
another married guy

who's gonna tell you
whatever you wanna hear

because he thinks
you have a great ass.

This never turns out well,
you know that, right?

Hey! Brought groceries.

I'll put 'em over here.

Wow.

They're beautiful.

What?

What? You want me to slow down?

No, no. Green light.

Just wondering
who this new Tyrone is.

Who's to say
this isn't the real me?

There's something
about fear that pushes me.

Has my whole life.

I think that's
what I saw in you.

With your dad and ROXXON.

It's kinda like your
darkest fear is playing out.

Has this ever happened
to you before me?

Yeah. One time with my mom.

And before that.

I think the guy
who killed my brother.

He was a cop, right?

The guy who shot your brother?

How'd you know that?

Because I can do it too.

Good thing I brought
enough fajitas for an army.

It's a nice surprise
finding you here, Miss Tandy.

Mm-hmm.

You know, I was taking
a look at that front yard.

I was thinking,
maybe this weekend,

we could go out there
and maybe pitch in.

Clear it out a little bit.

There's a lot of debris
all over the place.

Like chains and things
all out there.

I was thinking maybe
we could move all that out.

Maybe plant a garden?

Make our own peppers.

You wanna chop some?

So what's your angle here?

Side piece?

Ambulance chasing,

or are you just straight-up,
everyday con man?

Con man's bit of a
sexist word, don't you think?

I mean, girls
can play too, right?

I mean, I saw inside that bag.

I started out as a
public defender, you know.

You're not perfect.

Neither am I, trust me, but...

your mom?

She's pretty important to me.

So I hope you'll be
patient with me.

Sometimes when
I touch someone...

skin to skin...

I don't know.

I see something.

You can see people's fears too?

No.

Not their fears.

Ironically, I can see
their hopes.

You know what,
I will slice up those peppers.

I'm not gonna lie.

I can't wait to work
in that new chef's kitchen.

Well, the contractor
says two weeks.

Melissa
That probably means three.

I also can't wait to
carry you over that threshold.

Well, you've earned it.

Tandy, you mind
passing me the cilantro?

Thank you.

Tandy?

You mind passing me the...

cilantro.

You must've done this before.

Character is what you do
when no one else is watching.

Is that from
some philosophy book?

No.

My dad used to say that.

Give me your wallet.

Why don't you just
steal it again?

I could if I wanted to.

Alright, this is some
type of violation.

You were inside my head.

Student ID.

St. Sebastian's Preparatory.

Juice Stop punch card.

Credit card... in Mom's name.

Stripe and chip unmolested.

You don't wanna
take their money.

Possibly because
you're flushed with...

$8.00 in cash.

Wouldn't have got that much
off me if you did steal it.

You don't make money
by taking wallets.

You get to know people.

That's how you get your cop.

- Get your justice.
- Well, what am I supposed to do?

Steal his wallet?
Take his badge?

No, but you should
definitely find out who he is.

Maybe go to the station house.

I-I can't walk
into a police station.

Why not?

I watched one of them
shoot my brother.

On-- on top of that...

I'm a young black man
in the South.

They see me, they see a thug.

So then, don't be a thug.

Be a victim.

Remember how
I got this from you?

Yeah.

Yeah, you lied to me.

I didn't just lie.

I constructed a narrative

that made you feel safe.

I reeled you in.

Just do the same.

What kind of narrative
am I supposed to create

to get to a cop?

Tandy!

Surprised to see you here.

I have a couple
questions to ask you.

About ROXXON.

You mean about the, uh,

the big con that
I'm pulling on your mom?

Look Greg, if you're doing it,

for real...

I wanna understand it.

Maybe help.

Okay. Well, I've never
turned down free help.

So, what do you have on him?

Well, your mom, she told
me everything she could

about your dad's albatross.

That rig off the coast
that went haywire.

Yeah. I know it.

Well, anyway,
ROXXON, they, uh...

They closed the case on it,
but they didn't let it die.

They kept feeding the beast.

All for a pile of scrap metal
underwater.

Zoning permits, federal grants.

Payments for those,
they led to routing numbers,

and those routing numbers,
they led to a shell corp.

Seems like a lot of effort
to keep a failed project.

Why not just bury it
with my dad?

That is the
million dollar question.

You know, the answer, I wager,

is that these ROXXON guys
are million dollar assholes.

Yeah, I know the kind.

And these guys,
they're running all kind

of personal shit
through company coffers.

They're leaving
a big paper trail.

Maybe it's not just paper.

Maybe these younger guys

have Instagram
and Snapchat, right?

Boys love to show off
their toys.

Yeah.

I'm glad you're here.

I mean, this'll be good
for your mom, too.

It's about time
she gets a win, right?

So, you got another desk
or should I use the floor?

Ma'am, we got two
cars headed towards you now.

Yes, ma'am.

Can I help you, son?

Yeah, um, somebody
stole my bike on Carrolton.

- I got pictures.
- Stolen bike.

Yeah, by the Rue de la Course.

On Carrolton, got it.

Hannigan!

Somebody took his bike.
You wanna write it up?

Yeah, okay.

Yes, ma'am.

Follow me.

I'll be right back.
Need to grab a form.

Hey, you take care of those
things you had to do?

Listen, Dad, I'm--

- Sorry if I...
- Alright, fine. Don't even worry about it.

I was in a bit of a mood too.

Right after you left,
I had it in my mind to...

take that door off the hinges.

Could you believe that?

Got myself all the way
out to the tool shed.

I happened to notice that
my bolt-cutters are missing.

You know anything about that?

No, sir, I don't.

You sure?

This is how it all started
with your brother.

It's not what you think.

I think there's only two things
you can do with bolt-cutters.

Steal something
or break into something.

- I didn't do either!
- You expect me to believe that?

I expect you to understand

when it's none
of your business, Dad.

Boy...

Come on. Right now!

Right now!

It has a mind of its own.

One day, I'm here,
the next, I'm...

In front of my car?

On a roof.

Or in a trunk full of cocaine.

Seems like it always brings
you right back to that cop.

Or to you.

It takes me to you.

So it shows you
what you need to see.

- Guides you.
- Yeah, but more than that, it protects me.

Kinda like it's...
it's looking out for me.

You know, like a...

So, um, what about
you and your, uh...

I don't know.

Stuff hits the fan,

car hits the tree,
and at that moment...

when all hope slips away,

I get all hot and bothered
and weaponized.

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

If I could travel anywhere,
I'd travel anywhere but here.

Maybe that's why
we got what we got.

Or why we didn't get
what we didn't get.

What?

This all started the night we
touched in the graveyard, right?

Uh-huh.

What happens if we touch again?

Let's test our limits.

Now, look here.

Don't say a word to no one,

unless somebody
asks you something first.

You understand me?

Get back, get back
for the Big Chief!

Wild Red Hawks about to meet!

We gonna step real high
on white folks' street.

Wild Red Hawks about to meet!

Spy Boy Otis done
sharp his knife!

Wild Red Hawks on prowl tonight!

I'm Big Chief Roland Duplantier

of the Wild Red Hawks
of the 9th Ward.

Baddest in all of New Orleans!

Who you is?

I the Spy Boy Otis
of the Wild Red Hawks.

Been off the trail,
but got my eyes sharp,

and my knife sharper.

Ain't my Spy Boy.

My Spy Boy know where home is.

My Spy Boy don't wear no shoes like that.

Must be from that 7th Ward.

High falutin'.

- Right, right.
- What y'all say?

Should we beat his ass
back to the other side of Canal?

The hell with that.

I got a mind to cut
your throat myself.

If my hands wasn't so shaky.

Where you been hidin', Otis?

- Been too long.
- Way too long, bro.

- So you're married?
- Mm-hmm.

So how does that work?

Not very well.

Thought that I could
rescue her, you know.

Guess I like to be needed.

You like needy women.

So, no kids?

No. Janey was enough to handle.

And you know,
our situation, it's, uh...

It's all over
except the paperwork.

Now, I-- I know what you think.

You don't know what I think.

It's just that, your mom
and I, you know, we, uh...

just laugh about
the dumbest shit.

You know, it's nice
to have somebody that...

you can talk to.

You know, honestly.

In my opinion, in my experience,

it's dangerous to get
close to anyone.

But with you,
I'm conclusively right.

When we touch...

shit goes boom.

So, the first question is...

how close can we
get to each other

without triggering our crazy?

And how we gonna do that?

Close your eyes.
Don't move.

And no cheating.

- That was...
- What?

Tyrone That was...

nice.

At first.

- Where'd you get these?
- Just right around the corner.

- Yours good?
- Perfect.

Alright.

You should get that.

No, there's no reason to.

She's your wife.

I'm sure it's important.

It's fine.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Yeah.

No, I'm not--
I'm not doing this right now.

Sorry.

You know what,
I'm not feeling too hot.

I-- you didn't
hardly eat anything.

You want me to go
get you something else?

You know, I think
I'm gonna go to bed.

And, uh, I have that
job interview in the morning.

- You do?
- Yep! So, I am, uh...

gonna say my goodnights
and take leave.

You want leftovers?

No, why don't we
take 'em to the office?

We'll be hungry tomorrow.

Yeah.

Yeah.

He was getting trained up
to be the next Spy Boy.

What's a Spy Boy?

Your daddy ain't told you?

The Spy Boy travels fast...

across great distances.

He runs out into the unknown...

unprotected,

where nobody can see.

Looking for trouble
so we all know what's coming.

Each bead has its place.

Part of a larger design.

Here you got to pay attention,

'cause if you mess up,

and you don't notice till later,

then you gotta undo hours...

days...

even months of work.

I mean, it's no joke.

Takes years to develop
the mastery of bead-work.

And each year,
you gotta remaster it again.

You gotta make
a new one every year?

I mean, every year,
you a new person, son.

So, we spend that time...

working on a new suit.

Some give up and never finish.

There's a room over there...

full of failure stories.

It can drive a man crazy.

But not the man with patience...

diligence...

and of grace.

Control of your actions, son.

If you can't control yourself,

then you can't control
a damn thing in this world.

This regalia, it helps us
find that control.

And with it comes
the strength we need.

The first time, then I've came out, I fell.

I don't know...

Like some kinda release?

Yeah.

Exactly.

Like sex, you know?

So, who did you tell?

Are you kidding me? No one.

- No one?
- No.

Who would get it?

You don't have a girlfriend?

I mean, you gotta
with those eyes, right?

No.

Well...

maybe, I guess, I...

Not really sure
what to call her.

But I haven't told her
about my thing.

What about you?

I had a...

sorta partner.

What does that mean?

It means I didn't tell him.

Like you said...

no one would really
get it, would they?

Who would?

Billy would.

I would've told my dad.

No matter what I did,

he always saw
the best version of me.

What about your mom?

She can't even get her own life together.

What about your mom and dad?

My parents look at me
like a liar and a thief

ever since I was eight.

They don't trust me.

Not really.

You know, ever since that night.

Hey, hey, put that away.

What? I thought this was
just one of the throwaways.

No. Just give it her

You said most of these
were unfinished.

Maybe I could finish this one
and march with you guys.

That's not gonna happen.
Why'd you pick this one?

I don't know.

It spoke to me, I guess.

That was your brother's.

I'll finish it for Billy.

I owe him that.
I'll make it perfect.

Then I'll march for him.

Hey.

Preparing for that
job interview?

We both know there isn't one.

I think you were right.

- About what?
- About Greg.

He's... a nice guy.
He's not an idiot.

I mean, he's working his ass
off on this case for you.

Tandy.

You were right the first time.

He is just like
the rest of them.

Mom, I don't think that's true.

Well, it doesn't really
matter what you think.

I just broke up with him.

I don't know what
you gotta be so afraid of.

You seem strong.

Wiley and honest.

Maybe that's
what's wrong with you.

You're probably too honest.

- Is there such a thing?
- There is.

But it hangs off
your shoulders nicely.

I don't think you
live here by accident.

What do you mean?

I think you believe in hope.

What?

I mean, you should. I think you should.
You're smart.

And you know how
to live in this world.

You know, it's not nothing.

And it's not ironic.

You and hope.

What are we gonna do,
Tyrone Johnson?

I don't know, Tandy Bowen.

The universe keeps
pushing us together.

The universe keeps
pulling us apart.

Anyway...

it's nice to have
someone to talk to.

Uh, no, thanks.

Come on.

Don't altar boys
drink communion wine?

I'm not an altar boy.

I'm in church choir.

Of course you are.

You know it's called
"survivor's guilt."

What we have.

According to my priest anyway.

Can't have God without guilt.

Or vice versa.

Do you...

feel guilty?

Yeah.

Is that what all those
checks were about?

What checks?

People kept handing you checks

every time you did something.

You just... held onto them.

You were drowning in 'em.

That's crazy.
Someone gives you a check, you cash it.

I think it was some kind of...

I don't know, metaphor?

For your feeling
that you didn't deserve it.

That you don't deserve
anything good.

Like you're atoning
for something.

I feel like...

I have to be perfect.

Like I have to do
everything right.

Like...

like I'm trying to make up
for two lives.

You know?

I go the other way.

What other way?

I wish I was the one who died.

Mom?

I'm sorry. I am so sorry.

I was just scared.

And stupid.

You know how I can be.

Because you know who I am.

Anyway, sixth message.

Just give me a call back.

I think we should
give it another go.

This fancy-ass Airedale Terrier.

The police roll up on us.

Choo Choo started
running from the Superdome.

That boy didn't stop until
he got to Audubon Park.

- Hey.
- Good morning.

Now, what's so funny?

- Oh...
- Nothing.

Ah, Tyrone made breakfast.

Come on, Mom. Try it.

You--

Cooked.

Can't be that bad.

You know, it just--
it can never be that bad.

Sometimes it is.

You know, sometimes
that's just life.

You know that little girl
in the church you saw?

Passing out roofies
like communion candy?

Yeah?

That's me.

That's how I get by.

Or what I need to do
for some sick reason,

and I don't know what's worse.

But killing yourself?

I think about it a lot.

What the hell is wrong with you?

You have a life, and--
and opportunities,

and you wanna waste it
by killing yourself?

No, I didn't say
I wanted to kill myself.

- I just--
- No, I heard what you said!

Look...

your life isn't that bad, okay?

Where do you live, Tyrone?

Good house?

Good neighbors,
you go to a good school.

You don't know me.

I'm sorry that
your two living parents

care about you so much.

Must be a real drag, sway.

What? You gonna
teach me how to lie?

You gonna teach me
how to be a con man?

Let me check your privilege.

My privilege?

I was just dropped off by a cop

who told me that
I can't press charges

against a guy who almost...

I've had a lot of things
taken from me.

And everything I have,
I've had to steal,

- because--
- 'Cause you can!

You can walk into
any room in this world,

and never be questioned.

Try walking into a department
store looking like me!

That's not fair,
because I don't--

The world does!

Look, this whole country's
trying to kill me

every day.

So excuse me, if I can't
afford to sit around

and contemplate suicide!

You know what,
you wanna die so bad...

why don't you just do it?

You know, you forgot that
I walked through your hopes, Ty.

Your hopes.

And you know what I saw?

I saw a kid
committing suicide by cop.

Over and over again.

You wanna know what I think?

Go to hell.

You have your own
death wish, choir boy!

So how about you go to hell?

Hold on.

Morning, officer.

You again.

Yeah, I'd like to speak
with Detective O'Reilly.

Hey.

Get me O'Reilly.