Cloak & Dagger (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Ghost Stories - full transcript

Tandy and Melissa prepare to commemorate the eighth anniversary of Nathan's passing with their annual memorial tradition; Tyrone goes to Detective O'Reilly for help in getting a confession out of Detective Connors.

Previously on Cloak and Dagger...

This guy, Connors, gives me
an ache in my big toe.

You think we can get him
for killing my big brother?

O'Reilly!

No!

It protects me,
it's looking out for me.

- Then why'd you pick this one?
- It spoke to me, I guess.

That was your brother's.

Peter Scarborough
took everything of my dad's

and said it belonged to Roxxon.

What's up with all these blueprints?



Did you design the
new Roxxon building?

You're Ivan Hess.

Can you tell us what happened here?

The initial energy expulsion,

it turns everyone into bloodthirsty
monsters. I call them "terrors."

Your dad? He was right.

He usually was.

I can't see him anywhere!

We've gotta get back to the spaceship.

He has a laser.

One, two, three, four?

- Billy, come on.
- Hmm?

No, no, no.

- Leave it on.
- Why?



One, two, three, four.

I declare a thumb war.

Oh! Close one, Ty.

- One, two, three.
- One, two, three.

Life is full of distractions.

You need to overcome them.

Go ahead. Try again.

- One, two, three.
- One, two, three. Gotcha.

I'll never beat you!

You will someday.

But you'll always be bigger than me.

Are you kidding?
You gonna be tall as a tree.

Giant thumbs, whooping my ass.

Hey. Language.

When will I be your age?

When I'm older, you'll be older.

Will I be just like you?

Nah.

You could be better.

How's this for pressure?

If you fall down,

you'll never get to play ballet again.

You don't play ballet, Dad.

Oh, you don't?

No, you dance.

Do you really want to be a dancer?

More than anything.

Then hold yourself up.

Bigger. Stronger. Braver.

Hey, I mean it.

"Bigger, stronger, braver."

Even if someone else falls down,

- that's how you succeed.
- Ready to go!

You hold up.

'Cause you're my little girl, okay?

Okay.

What?

Good day today.

Pirouette, fifth and close.

Perfect, Katie.
The rest of you are close.

So, what we gonna do?

Daddy!

So, will these be celebration pancakes

- or comfort pancakes?
- Neither.

I passed the psych evaluation.

I said all the right things.

And don't feel like
celebrating. I get it.

- I did shoot a guy.
- In self-defense.

I'm not sure it's as simple as that.

What do you mean?

Is it Connors?

Think he had more to do with it?

- These are good.
- Yeah?

- There's more where that came from.
- Really?

I like making girlfriend pancakes.

- I'm your girlfriend?
- You are eating the pancakes.

I'm gonna take down Connors.

No.

We are.

But how?

We'll be in touch.

Tandy?

Hey, Mr. Hess.

These are for you.

Little Tandy's a young woman,

so's Mina.

Thank you for the flowers.

Did Scarborough bring you anything?

Paperwork.

He wanted to make sure I wasn't
a liability, and I'm not.

I don't remember anything
after that night.

But you do remember that night?

All your fellow rig workers
going aggro?

You guys weren't
drilling for oil, right?

We didn't know what it was exactly.

Your father, he did have a theory,

about the energy
below the surface being...

ancient, special.

Toxic to humans.

I don't remember much.

I'm sorry.

You are the only
first-hand account there is.

And they blame my dad...

for everything.

There's, um...

There's something
I didn't tell Scarborough.

Your dad wrote a memo

warning the company
about the design of the rig.

I should've listened to your father.

He saw Roxxon cutting corners.

I thought he was just being paranoid.

Okay, so this memo,
do you... do you have it?

Nathan put it in a safe deposit box...

with other evidence, just in case.

Metrolake Bank.

It'll be under the name
"Bernoulli." It's an old joke.

Long story.

Now, this can't come
back to me, but...

Roxxon, they can be... dangerous.

Petty.

And my daughter...

- Her entire future...
- I understand.

You have a lot to lose.

You're lucky.

Mom?

- Hey!
- Hey.

You look really nice.

Oh, thank you.

And thank you.

Mm. It's great.

Sure you don't want
to add a little kick?

Not today.

Speaking of, look, I know that
you haven't been showing up

for the memorial tradition
these past few years...

Mom. I wanna be there.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Really.
- Then we'll need the perfect balloon.

What do you think we should get?

Anything.

Just not like that one time
you got the Bar Mitzvah balloon.

That was pretty hilarious.

Up into the sky to honor Dad's memory.

Mazel Tov!

You know what?

I'll get the balloon.

So, um...

do you remember Dad
keeping a safe deposit box?

Sure. For his work stuff.

I went crazy for years
trying to find it, but...

there's no record of it in the city.

I might have a theory.

A theory?

I'm my father's daughter.

How's your day look, Tyrone?

Today?

- Seriously?
- What?

Nothing.

I think the key's in here.

Here it is.

Great.

I was pregnant with you.

We'd had trouble before then, but...

it was a rare night off.

Your father always worked too much.

But it was date night.

We were at the ballet.

I thought you guys were at the movies.

You're right.

Maybe I just wish
it was at the ballet.

It sounds better.

Let's say the ballet.

Why not?

We were at the ballet...

and your dad took my hand.

I was thinking I'd have the guys over.

I was just thinking
I'd have the guys over!

What guys? Red Hawks?

Yeah.

I have a busy day today.

Yeah. We'll stay out of your way.

They've never been to
my home in all these years.

It's my turn to host.

And we could all use some space

to spread out and finish our work.

- Can I come in?
- Not today.

- Okay?
- Ty!

Today is today for me too.

Look, I've never had
a girl over before.

Not that my parents know of.

Relax, okay?

- Parents love me.
- Yeah, I bet they do.

Why are you here?

What? No hug?

- Not even a handshake?
- Come on, Tandy.

Tyrone? Who's this?

Oh, this is, um...

- This is my friend.
- Tandy. Hi.

Well, why did you
stop by today, Tandy?

Um, today, I guess.

Yeah, my dad died the same
night as Tyrone's brother.

So I just thought
I'd come check on Ty.

That's very nice
of you, Tandy. Thank you.

Are you guys doing anything
special for Billy today?

No. We're not.

- We're just in the middle of breakfast.
- Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

- I'll let you guys get back to it.
- Nice meeting you.

You know if you wanna
come over tonight,

my mom and I are doing something.

It's small, but... it's something.

Yeah. Okay, maybe.

Cool.

Hi, you've reached Tandy...

And Melissa...

And Nathan.

The Bowen's! Leave a message.

Hey, O'Reilly, get over here.

I need your eyes.

This was the kid, right?

- What kid?
- The one who bolted after you fired

up that yellow banister
and then disappeared.

He ran out from behind me.
I didn't get a good look.

That's him, Suzy.

That's the little shit!

Timing of it all is suspect.

- That sounds personal.
- He got away.

He's got to be found.

He's got to be dealt with.

- Hey!
- You know who it is.

Alright, Big Chief.

Look, man, I got to
check up in here, man!

And look at this
big white whale of a couch.

Ha! How's a man to sit
on a couch like that?

- You don't.
- Huh?

You just stand back and marvel at it.

Oh, my, my, my. Crate and Barrel.

- You know, I was tellin' Ty...
- Tyrone.

- How you been, son?
- I'm good.

Hard day, ain't it?

Yeah, it's...

I'm good, I'm good, I'm good.

Mmm! Man! I tell you.

I always thought the cloak he
started on was something special.

Hey, what's the difference between

a cloak and a cape anyway?

A cape is just an add-on to a shirt.

But a cloak...

it hugs you.

- I'm sorry.
- No.

The, um...

I am... just, uh...

We will... we'll get back to working

in a minute, just...
just give me a minute, okay?

Okay.

Police at my door?

- My parents would freak out!
- I'm sorry.

But Connors is after you.
You have to lay low.

No, I'm not doing that.

- I'm putting that bastard away.
- Tyrone, please.

I can't do anything else.

Do school, do basketball,
do anything else.

No.

He killed my brother.

Alright? I belong
in this asshole's way.

I'm putting Connors where he belongs.

Yeah, and how are you gonna do that?

I don't know.

- I'm working on it.
- I need you to let me handle it.

I been letting you handle it,
and you ain't done shit.

So, no.

Alright, I'm not stopping. Not today.

Today's the day, isn't it?

The anniversary
of your brother's death.

- You remembered?
- Connors does.

He's been on edge.
Like a special kind of edge.

You think he remembers? Connors?

Yeah, I'd put money on it.

Good.

I'm gonna make sure he never forgets.

4,000 people died from
the Spanish Flu in New Orleans.

Tragically, the virus targeted
the young and the healthy.

But none had more tragic
a tale than Jack Rogers,

who died pulling all of his blood
out in a blood transfusion

to save a dozen patients,

including his lover,

famed Jazz clarinetist, Bobo Smiths.

What's a blood transfusion?

Giving your own for another.

There's no greater
sacrifice than that.

The ghost of Jack Rogers is said
to haunt St. Theresa's church,

playing that old
licorice wand late at night,

hoping to draw Bobo back
for one more song.

You don't need to be afraid of ghosts.

Only spirits looking to settle a score

would harm a person.

Ghosts aren't about abject fear.

They're about justice.

They're here to right a wrong.

Where your mama at?

Sorry, what's this for?

I have a plan to nail Connors.

What are you thinking, Ty?

I'm gonna be Billy. He was my brother.

She told me.

Sorry about what happened.

What do you mean
you're gonna be Billy?

Well, today's the anniversary
of the night Connors shot Billy.

You said it's got him on edge.

I can haunt Connors.

Psych him out.

Make him believe that this kid
he's looking for isn't me,

but the boy he shot eight years ago.

Connors will believe
I was Billy's ghost all along.

Okay, I mean, even if this
didn't sound insane,

- what would it get us?
- A confession.

Not for... for drugs
or for corruption,

we get him for Billy!

We want to help you, Ty, but...

- this isn't a good plan.
- Look, you got a better one?

I'm doing this with or without you.

Even with the sweatshirt
and the resemblance,

and the anniversary,

why would he believe
you're Billy's ghost?

Have neither of you
read "Telltale Heart?"

Yeah, in high school.

Okay, maybe it was
the abridged version.

It's a short story.

You're saying you want
to use his guilt against him.

No, no, no. I'm saying
I want to use his fear.

Look, his whole life is built on lies.

A man like that is... is always
looking over his shoulder.

This time when he looks...

- it'll be Billy.
- No.

No, it's too dangerous.
You're a civilian.

- And a minor.
- But I'm fast.

No one's that fast.

You said he's one
of the good ones, right?

- You did?
- Oh, God.

Look, can I trust him?

You can, but trust him with what?

I can do something.

Something that would sound crazy

unless you see it with your own eyes.

I think with this cloak
I can control it.

Mom?

Mom!

Mom!

911, what's your emergency?

My name is Tandy Bowen.

I need help.

You killed me.

Now, I'm not paying you assholes.

- Got your text.
- Yeah.

Fuchs saw the kid on his beat.

Said this kid matched
the one in your sketch.

This isn't him.

It's the one you had Suzy draw.

Right.

Right, let's go.

Any idea who he is?

Nope.

Seen him around though.

- Oh, where at?
- Around.

I'm sorry I didn't
catch him at the mill.

That kid was fast.

I saw you running, but honestly, it
looked like you were chasing no one.

- What?
- There.

Don't you see him?

No.

He's right there. Don't...

Connors, you feeling okay?

- There!
- I don't see anyone!

Who are we chasing?

- Who are you?
- You know who I am.

You just tried to kill me.

But you can't.

Cause you already did it.

You know what today is?

- You can't be...
- My name is Billy Johnson.

You took me.

You took my life,

and it was a good life too.

- I'm losing it.
- Man, you already lost.

I ain't never gonna
let you be, you hear me?

Not until you admit what you did.

I didn't do anything.

- You're the one...
- I did nothing wrong!

I was scared of you, you and your gun.

It was the explosion.

The rig.

Whole damn thing
blew off, and I... I...

- fired.
- At who?

Why can't you just admit
what you did to my goddamn face?

Huh?

I shot you, okay, kid?

I shot you.

And you cleared
the whole thing up, right?

It happened quick.

My uncle helped me get into Vice.

I... I...

I did what I could.

And I... I couldn't undo it.

It's done.

Okay?

I killed you and buried you.

- You got that right?
- I got it all.

What the hell's going on?

- What is this?
- Detective Connors...

you're under arrest
for the murder of Billy Johnson.

- What do you want?
- For starters?

- Answers.
- To what?

What happened on that rig?

It exploded.

- It happens.
- No.

No, they don't do what that one did.

People didn't just die in the core.

They were infected, right?

I'm sorry.

- "Infected"?
- They lost their mind to terror.

And they panicked
and turned against each other.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You know, my best guess is
when you salvaged that rig...

you guys found Ivan Hess alive,

and the rest of the workers were dead.

And the core infected them
with terror,

and it kept them from escaping,

and it kept them
from keeping each other alive.

That's an evocative story,

but I never saw any evidence of that.

Oh, no worries. I brought you some.

This is a memo.

My dad wrote it.

And he warned Roxxon
that direct human contact

could be dangerous without the
shielding he recommended.

- It's easy enough to fake.
- Not that easy.

But this is just Exhibit
"A" of the meltdown.

The rig didn't melt down, honey.

Here's a piece of the rig, "honey"...

without the heat shielding.

No wonder the whole place blew up.

No one would know what that means.

Oh, Greg did.

But you had him killed
by your water bottle girl.

Destroyed all the evidence.

But you missed a couple things.

And the lies that you
told them again and again?

To the press? My mom?

To Mina and the families
of all those workers?

Maybe the newspapers deserve to know.

What's in your craw, kid?

You and Roxxon destroyed
my father's good name.

"Good name"?

How well did you know
your old man, anyway?

Ignore me. I dare you.

Alright.

What's it gonna take, huh?

Blowing the whistle might seem
like the idealistic thing to do,

but it isn't going to get your mother

out of the trailer park, is it?

I've got money.

Enough socked away to set you
up for the rest of your life.

You just let me...

let me take that evidence
off your hands.

We don't need to involve
the authorities...

or the press.

Now, you just think...

carefully.

What do you want?

Really want?

I want my father back, asshole.

- Video's in evidence.
- Locked and logged.

You saw that kid.

I mean, what he can do.

I'm from New York.
I've seen it before.

I ever tell you
about my friend, Misty?

- No.
- I'll tell you about her later.

Pancakes tomorrow?

And what about the day after?

I can do that too.

And the, uh, day after that?

When I got a confession
out of him, it was...

it was like music.

It was real and awful and sweet.

I didn't get a confession.

But I did scare the shit out of him.

Blowing the whistle on these assholes

and putting Roxxon out of business.

These past eight years
have sucked, but...

maybe we do have a future.

Maybe we do.

I'm glad you came.

Mom, this is Tyrone.

His brother died the same night.

We got to be friends, so...

- Ma'am.
- I'm so sorry for your loss,

but I'm glad you could join us.

Yeah, thanks for having me.

Hey, I brought this lantern.

- Thought it'd be a nice change.
- Let me find my lighter.

Are you dying to tell her?

When the papers come out, she'll know.

She'll know it'll be alright.

You're not gonna miss that money?

It's not about the money.

It's about Dad getting
his good name back.

- Here we go.
- I got it.

Uh...

Tyrone, would you like
to say a few words?

About your brother?

Um...

Maybe a moment of silence?

Then the lantern?

Okay.

What is that?

It's my old front door.

Is this a fear?

Or a memory?

I think it's both.

Don't rely on anyone, Tandy.

You hear me?

When it comes down to it...

we're all on our own.

Peter Scarborough.

It's Tandy Bowen.

I thought about it, and you know what?

I'll take the money.

I'm happy...

It's safe here.

- And you know it.
- I can't stay here.

What are you talking about?

I don't feel safe here!

Not anymore!

I'm scared, Otis. I can't.

Fuchs!

Hey, get up!

I want celebration pancakes!

Oh! You're making a feast this time.