Marvel's Cloak & Dagger

Previously on "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.