Transcript:Stained Glass
(pages rustling)
Previously, on Cloak & Dagger...
Miss Ainsley:
Tandy, focus.
Research and Development, please.
(truck horn blares)
-Daddy! -(crashes)
Tyrone:
You said you were scared,
so I thought I'd do it for you.
Look, man, we're gonna go take this back.
-(gunshots) -(grunts)
Billy!
(Tandy shrieks)
-Tyrone: What did you do to me? -What did I do? What was that?
Melissa: Things must be getting tough because Tandy's gonna run away.
Liam:
If you give me a chance,
I'll love you, always.
Tandy, are you okay?
All this anger inside of me. What if I could find the person who caused it?
It's not anger, it's poison,
coursing through your veins every day.
And when that bottle gets shook up...
Tyrone! Tyrone!
-(gunshot) -Tyrone!
(gasps)
Delgado:
...the poison comes out
in unexpected ways.
(Ty grunts)
-(screams) -(gunshot)
-(Tyrone yells) -(gunshot)
(tires screech)
-(screams) -(crashes)
♪ Woo ♪
♪ On the prowl ♪
♪ Ain't backin' down ♪
♪ No stoppin' now ♪
♪ Gonna get it, Gonna get it ♪
♪ I set my sights ♪
♪ On what is mine ♪
♪ Now's the time ♪
♪ Gonna get it, Gonna get it ♪
♪ Nothin's gonna stop me now ♪
(theme music playing)
(high-pitched ringing)
(grunting softly)
(high-pitched ringing continuing)
Man (muffled, echoing): Probably have a concussion or something...
Calm down, all right? I'm not trying--
-Are you trying to kill me? -(ringing fades)
Tyrone: No, why would you ask that?
'Cause you have a gun in your hand.
Wait. You're that kid.
From the party.
The graveyard. The beach.
-You shot at me. -That wasn't meant for you.
Then who was it meant for?
You know what? Don't tell me.
Tyrone: Look, I don't even know how to ex--
One second I was in the city, the next I was here...
(voice muffles) in the middle of nowhere,
and a car-- your car-- was headed--
(voice unmuffled) Wait. What are you doin'?
-Getting the hell out of here. -(engine chugs)
You can't drive. Who knows what injuries--
(distant siren wails)
Tyrone: Oh my God. Is that--?
-Yeah. -(engine chugs, engine rumbles)
Don't take this personally, but...
I hope I never see you again.
(pop song playing over radio)
-(high-pitched ringing) -(music muffles)
-(ringing stops) -(music unmuffles)
(pop song continuing)
(engine sputtering)
(voices chattering)
(woman speaks indistinctly over PA)
(knock on door)
Is, uh, now a bad time, Mr. Cotton?
Detective O'Reilly, right?
My uncle works for the Police Foundation.
He told me you're trying to find whoever did this.
Can I ask you some questions about the attack?
Anything to catch the bad guy.
Guy. So you saw him?
I'm embarrassed to say that I didn't.
Uh, me and my boys had gone out pretty hard,
and the whole night's, uh... I don't know, kind of fuzzy.
You, uh, you got some cuts on your face.
How'd you get those?
Happened when I fell.
They look like fingernail scratches.
Fingernail scratches?
We call them "defensive wounds."
Why were your pants unbuckled?
I'm sorry. What?
The paramedics on duty that night,
they told me your pants were unbuckled.
Are you serious?
(scoffs)
You know what?
I should probably get some rest.
I'm in a lot of pain.
We don't want that.
I'll see you soon.
(keys jingling)
(water sloshes)
(snoring softly)
(floorboards creak softly)
(snores, snorts)
(whimpers)
(high-pitched ringing)
(ringing stops)
Tandy, you okay?
Yeah.
-I'm fine. -What are you doing here?
What?
I mean, credit where credit is due.
You have some nerve coming back here,
after that riot act you read me.
Mom, can we please not do this right now?
Oh, is now not a good time for you?
Sorry to interrupt your busy--
What?
-Mom. Mom, it's-- -My God, you're bleeding.
-Again? -It's nothing. I'm fine.
-What is going on? -(knocking on door)
Woman: New Orleans Police.
Ms. Bowen, are you home?
(whispering) What are the police doing here?
What have you done?
(quietly) Mom.
(pounding on door)
Ms. Bowen?
What can I do for you, Officer?
Detective. O'Reilly.
I'm looking for your daughter, Tandy?
Is she around?
I haven't seen her in weeks.
Months, maybe.
-O'Reilly: Are you sure? -Melissa: Absolutely positive.
Do you mind if I come inside?
You want to come inside?
If you don't mind.
Greg: Warrant.
I'm sorry?
You can't come in here without a warrant.
And who's that?
It's my lawyer.
Greg: Technically, I'm just representing her
in a posthumous wrongful termination,
but this is pretty basic lawyer crap.
O'Reilly: I'm not here to arrest your daughter, Ms. Bowen.
I'm here because I think she's a victim.
Melissa: Of what?
O'Reilly: The best I can tell, she's been mixed up in an assault.
I want to protect her, I can promise you that.
But in order for me to do that, I need to talk to her.
Melissa: Here's the thing about Tandy:
If there's any heat on her, she's probably already run away.
O'Reilly: Well, if you happen to see her again,
here's my card.
You have a nice morning.
(sighs)
She's gone.
You can come out.
Tandy?
(voices chattering)
(bus engines rumbling)
Man (over PA): May I have your attention, please.
(announcement continues indistinctly)
(high-pitched ringing)
(muffled song playing over headset)
♪ Baby, don't worry ♪
♪ I'll never let you down ♪
♪ When I find the evidence ♪
♪ Chalk it up to providence ♪
♪ Baby, don't worry ♪
♪ It's all inside your head ♪
♪ Tell me what you want to know ♪
♪ I will give you quite a show ♪
♪ Na-na-na-na-na-na-na ♪
-♪ Gonna take you away ♪ -♪ Away ♪
(high-pitched ringing)
(ringing, music continuing)
(ringing, music stop)
(echoes): Hello?
(distant ball bounces)
(echoes): Hello?
(distant ball bounces)
(distant ball bounces)
(door creaks, hisses)
(ball bounces)
(bus rumbles away)
(distant church bells chiming)
(ball bouncing)
♪ Gonna get it, gonna get it ♪
♪ Gonna get it, gonna get it ♪
♪ If there's a rule, I wanna break it ♪
♪ If there's love, I wanna make it ♪
♪ If there's a risk, I'm gonna take it ♪
♪ Gonna get it, gonna get it ♪
Tyrone: What the--?
-(Tandy grunting softly) -Tyrone: Oh, no.
Is that--?
Tyrone: Oh, no.
Hey. Hey, listen.
Don't-- Don't move. Okay?
You probably have a concussion or somethin' like that.
Hey. Calm down.
-All right? I'm not gonna-- -Are you tryin' to kill me?
No. Why would you ask that?
'Cause you have a gun in your hand.
Wait. You're that kid.
From the party.
The graveyard. The beach.
-You shot at me. -That wasn't meant for you.
Who was it meant for?
You know what? Don't tell me.
Look. I don't even--
One second I was in the city,
the next, I was here in the middle of nowhere,
then a car-- your car-- was headed--
-What are you doin'? -Getting the hell out of here.
Look, you can't drive. Who knows what injuries--
(engine chugs)
-(distant siren wails) -Oh my God. Is that--?
-Tandy: Yeah. -(engine rumbles)
Don't take this the wrong way, but...
I hope I never see you again.
(tires screeching)
(siren wailing)
(engine revving)
(siren blaring)
(knock on door)
Hello?
Are you in here, Father?
So, uh...
Not sure if you can hear me.
I could just be talkin' to nothin'.
What's happenin' to me?
Are you doin' this?
Because...
I... don't understand.
And... I-- I can't control it.
And...
I can't control myself.
You always had the answers.
Knew what to do.
What should I do?
Tell me, and-- and I'll do it.
I miss you so much, Billy.
I'm-- I'm trying to be like you, but...
I'm failing.
And... and I'm-- I'm flailing.
And I'm cursed.
-(knocks on door) -Evita: Hi. Sorry.
I didn't mean to interrupt or anything. I was just looking for you,
and I thought you-- You know, I'm just gonna stop,
before I sound like I was stalking you, which I wasn't.
So...
It's all right.
How much did you hear?
Do you really think you're cursed?
I know... it sounds stupid.
Not to me.
In fact, there's someone I know who might be able to help.
What are you doing after school?
(streetcar bell clangs)
Evita: There he is!
Our last straggler.
We'd almost given up hope.
Welcome, true believers and skeptics alike,
to the Damballah Voodoo Tour.
This is Congo Square, one of the birthplaces of New Orleans voodoo.
On Sundays, in the 18th and 19th centuries,
this was the only place the enslaved were allowed to congregate.
So they came here to play music and dance...
and practice sacred voodoo rituals,
that protect, guide and cleanse.
Some even remove curses.
Now during its heyday, New Orleans was the dueling capital of the world.
The last duel ever to be held in the city of New Orleans
was right here by, famously, the brothers Wilson, in 1793.
It's unknown the exact reason why they drew weapons
against each other, but we do know it happened in the middle of a hurricane.
But it's said that when one fired, and the other didn't,
sacrificing his life for his brother...
-(snaps fingers) -...the hurricane ended in an instant.
-(church bells ringing) -The history of St. Theresa's Church, over yonder,
is the history of New Orleans.
It's been destroyed and rebuilt,
destroyed and rebuilt.
So you see, there are some places, just like there are some people,
that will always stand back up.
And that church is the very church
that the most famous of all voodoo priestesses worshiped at.
Now most people are surprised when they learn that Marie Leveau was Catholic.
But, you see, voodoo isn't necessarily its own religion.
That's a common misconception.
Voodoo is, at its core, a diverse collection
of religious and cultural traditions
that can either stand alone or be added to your faith.
Just as it was for Ms. Laveau.
You may be wondering why there are so many markings on her tomb.
It's said that, even from beyond the veil,
she grants wishes.
Now, can I get a volunteer?
You there.
Step on up.
Come on, don't be shy.
First, an "X" is made on the wall of the tomb.
Now, turn around three times.
Take a deep breath.
Make your wish.
And clap your hands once,
and only once.
All right, right in here, guys.
Okay.
So this is your, um, family business?
(sighs) It pays that tuition of ours.
It's cool.
Do you believe in it?
As much as I believe in the stories we hear in chapel, I suppose.
But the good news is, you don't actually
have to believe in it for it to work.
Come on. There's someone I want you to meet.
Come on.
Auntie?
This is the boy I was telling you about.
Tyrone, this is my auntie.
These damn little pirate birds are stealin' my frozen watermelons.
-(Evita laughs) -Ma'am?
Ah. Heh-heh-heh.
Gotcha. Aww.
Gotcha.
Bam.
Gotcha.
Don't touch.
Some of those are as old as the city.
Come here, boy, and lemme look at you.
Mm.
I don't know about this one, Evita.
Why not?
He doesn't think he deserves help.
What? This--
(speaking French):
Notre Pere, qui es aux cieux,
Que ton nom soit sanctifie...
(continuing in French)
Hm.
The joker.
Both the hopes and the fears position.
Which one is it?
Hopes or fears?
Some would say they're the same.
What does that mean?
You need a bath.
Did I just--?
It's like a cleansing bath, all right?
It's a Voudon tradition.
Cleanse away any evil spirits.
Okay, a bath.
Isn't there something else we could do?
Auntie: I could hit you over the head, give you a concussion.
Both open up the mind past the conscious,
so you can walk in the Land of the Loa.
Clears the spiritual sinuses, so to speak.
I prefer the bath.
Milk, lavender, anise,
white yarrow.
What, are we gonna forage into the woods or something?
Hm. There's a place you can go to get all these things.
And where is that?
Adina: It doesn't matter how many leaves you turn over
if the other side is oily. It's about optics,
and this commercial is a great opportunity...
(Tyrone whispers indistinctly)
Right. But you need real people, who really work at the company
and are sympathetic, like, uh, single moms
or veterans or nature lovers or--
What's the name of that scientist?
Come on.
So now what?
Now you get naked.
(laughs)
Uh, totally naked.
Is this it?
Evita: You gotta relax.
Close your eyes.
They're not closed, are they?
Okay, now... (inhales) deep breaths.
Let your thoughts blow through your mind, like...
fallen leaves on the wind.
(echoes): Ma?
(echoes): Dad?
(bus rumbles away)
(ball bouncing)
Hey, do you have any idea what's going on?
Where is everybody?
-Tyrone, is that you? -Hey.
Hey. Hey, do you have any idea what's going on?
So what? You think you can ball now?
Better than you, and I'm half your size.
(laughs) Let's see what you got.
-What are we spellin'? -Loser.
A word to the wise. You come at the king, you best not miss.
(whistles) All right, maybe you got some skills.
Duane: Yo, Billy.
-What up, man? -Found him.
-Who? -That asshole that stiffed us.
-Come on, man. Language. -Sorry.
We found his car and we're gonna take back our radio.
You comin'?
Nah, man. I'm gonna stay with my brother.
This is for you.
What the hell is going on?
Tyrone? Tyrone, can you hear me?
Tandy: What is this?
What are you doing?
♪ Give me my freedom ♪
No!
-♪ Please don't give 'em a reason ♪
-(gunshot)
♪ To spill blood on my sneakers ♪
♪ So I just put my hand up ♪
-♪ Then they put me in handcuffs ♪
-(thumping)
-(siren wailing)
-♪ They just scared ♪
-(gunshots)
-♪ 'cause they don't
understand us ♪
-♪ Try to beat us down when we try to stand up ♪
-Oh no, not again.
♪ I didn't even do nothin' ♪
-No! No, don't!
-♪ America, the beautiful ♪
It won't work!
♪ America, the murderer ♪
-(siren wailing) -(thumping)
♪ America, the funeral ♪
♪ Oh! America God bless ♪
♪ 'Cause they say they for freedom ♪
(siren wailing)
♪ But I don't believe 'em ♪
No!
You can't keep doing the same thing, the end will always be the same.
Tyrone, listen to me.
You have to try something else.
♪ America, the beautiful ♪
♪ America, the murderer ♪
♪ America, the beautiful ♪
♪ Oh! America God bless America ♪
♪ America, the beautiful ♪
♪ America, the murderer ♪
♪ America, it's beautiful ♪
♪ Oh! America God bless America ♪
Hey.
Do you, um... you-- you-- you know what's goin' on?
Miss Ainsley:
Tandy. Focus.
Let's try again. First positions.
Wait. Tandy?
Miss Ainsley:
Tendu. Prepare. Pirouette.
Fifth and close.
(piano playing)
Hey! Watch out. The water!
Watch out for the water!
(crackling)
Tyrone: Who is that?
What is this?
Hey.
Hey!
Hey! Stop! You can't, that's--
What, are you just gonna stand there?
Tandy!
Tandy!
Tandy! Stop!
(splash)
Tandy. Where do you think you're goin'?
(grunting)
What do you think is on the other side?
Tandy (screaming): No! Daddy! Daddy, let's go!
Daddy! Stop! Stop!
Tandy, you can't just see what's right in front of your face?
Tandy, why aren't you helping me?
Tandy! Stop!
Please.
Please, stop running.
You have to try something else.
Hello?
(child crying)
Hey. Don't cry. It's gonna be okay.
Hey, it's gonna be okay, all right? Just... stay right there.
Chorus: ♪ Irene, good night ♪
-♪ Good night, Irene ♪ -(thudding)
♪ Good night, Irene ♪
-♪ I'll see you in my dreams ♪ -(thudding)
♪ Last Saturday night I got married ♪
♪ Me and my wife settled down ♪
-♪ Me and my wife are parted ♪ -(bodies thudding)
♪ I'm gonna take another stroll downtown ♪
Amen.
(gasping)
Are you okay? You okay?
(panting)
(knocking on window)
O'Reilly, right?
That's right.
Connors. Vice.
Got a present for you.
You can buy me a beer later.
What's this?
Thought the NYPD only hired the best and brightest.
This is-- How did you get this?
Found on a junkie DOA earlier today.
Someone claims they found this on a dead drug addict?
Not someone. Me.
Took it off the stiff myself.
During a Vice raid.
Seems your case was just a mugging gone wrong.
Vic's lawyers corroborated the story.
None of that fits the evidence.
So what? The case is closed.
I'm sorry, did you say the case is closed?
Check with your LT if you don't believe me.
And, O'Reilly...
That beer, the one you owe me,
make sure it's none of that hipster Brooklyn shit, all right?
(phone ringing)
Detective O'Reilly.
Hi, Detective. It's Tandy Bowen.
My mom gave me your card.
If you're serious about what you said...
I'm willing to stay and face this.
You know I should-- should thank you, for today.
You feel better?
You look better.
Mm, after all that... initial whatever it was wore off,
yeah... I do.
Did you get your wish?
The answers you were looking for?
Uh... honestly, no.
No, but I... think I know how I can.
What exactly did you see?
I-- I don't-- I don't think I should say.
I don't think it was my journey.
Oh, I made a wish too.
At the tomb.
You did?
Couple days ago.
So that's it?
That's it.
For what it's worth... I'm sorry.
♪ Nothin's gonna stop me now ♪
♪ I'm gonna get what I came for ♪
♪ I'm gonna get what I came for ♪
♪ Oh oh oh Oh oh oh ♪
♪ Oh oh oh ♪
♪ Only one thing's for sure ♪
♪ This ain't a battle, it's a war ♪
♪ Oh oh oh Oh oh oh ♪
♪ I'm gonna get what I came for ♪
♪ Gonna get what I came for ♪
♪ Only one thing's for sure ♪
♪ Gonna get what I came for ♪
♪ I'm gonna get what I came for ♪
♪ I'm gonna get what I came for ♪
♪ Oh oh oh Oh oh oh ♪
♪ Oh oh oh ♪
♪ Only one thing's for sure ♪
Hey.
♪ This ain't a battle, it's a war ♪
♪ Oh oh oh Oh oh oh ♪
♪ Oh oh oh Oh oh oh ♪
I think we need to talk.
♪ Gonna get it, gonna get it ♪
♪ Gonna get what I came for ♪
♪ I'm gonna get what I came for ♪
♪ I'm gonna get what I came for ♪
♪ Oh oh oh Oh oh oh ♪
♪ Oh oh oh ♪
♪ Only one thing's for sure ♪
♪ This ain't a battle, it's a war ♪
♪ Oh oh oh Oh oh oh ♪
♪ Oh oh oh Oh oh oh ♪
-♪ Yeah, yeah ♪ -♪ Gonna get it, gonna get it ♪
