Marvel's Cloak & Dagger

Tyrone: Previously on Cloak and Dagger...

Young Tyrone: Billy!

-(horn honks) -Daddy!

I'm sorry.

-Tyrone: What's your name? -Tandy: Tandy. How about you?

Tyrone: Tyrone.

Wait, are you that kid?

Tyrone: The beach?

There's something about fear that pushes me.

Has my whole life.

Tandy: When all hope slips away,

I get all hot and bothered and weaponized.

Tyrone: And you can see people's fears, too?

Tandy: Ironically, I can see their hopes.

-Detective O'Reilly? -Tandy: Hi, Detective.

I'm willing to stay and face this.

Connors is after you. You have to lay low.

Scarborough: What do you want?

I want my father back, asshole.

Tyrone: You killed me?

I like making girlfriend pancakes.

Fuchs? I want celebration pancakes!

-Ah! -Officer: Tyrone Johnson!

You are under arrest for the murder of Officer Fuchs!

-Tandy: I think we lost. -Tyrone: I think you're right.

Tandy: So what happens now?

-(gunshot) -Ah!

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

The initial energy expulsion,

it turns everyone into blood-thirsty monsters.

Evita: 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.

Ballet Instructor: First position. Ready?

And... demi.

And grand.

And demi.

Port de bras forward,

straight...

David: That shit is real, daily.

Solomon: 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.

Shit, might need a get-on.

Solomon: You gonna make the call?

What's up, go-getter.

Workin'...

You got me?

Ballet Instructor: 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...

Runner: Everything what it's supposed to be?

David: The count is right.

(The Seige, "Run for Your Life")

Ballet Instructor: Watch your croisè line.

The audience should see your face, not your profile.

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

There's no jetè without the tendu.

Ballet Instructor: And eight...

spot, Tandy.

See what you're spotting.

Keep your turn out, shoulders down.

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

Runner: I don't know where it went!

Ballet Instructor: All right, back to one.

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

Runner: I ain't seein' anything.

Melissa: 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.

Lia: 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.

Lia: 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.

Mikayla: My boyfriend Jeremy, we just...

had a bit of an accident.

Lia: 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?

-Lia: Of course. -Mikayla: Okay.

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

-(gun cocks) -Range Master: All clear, fire.

Lemme 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,