Cloak & Dagger

Ivan,

Unh!

Spasibo.

Mein herr! Ach!

Aah!

Whoa-oh!

Jack Flack escapes.

How could

he escape?

Look at

the dice.

So what?

24. Jack's agility

is 24. He escapes.

That's not fair.

I got killed, and you

should have been dead.

I'm not. Jack Flack

always escapes.

Dumb game.

You just got to develop

better moves, Kim, that's all.

You're getting there.

I don't believe this.

How can he do it, Morris?

I had 10 times as many

bullets as Jack Flack.

Yeah, but Flack had the

ingenuity and the contacts, Kim.

It's better than

bullets sometimes.

Hey, don't feel bad.

I haven't been able

to beat him all summer.

What happens next,

Morris?

Let's leave it

for now.

I want to think of

something really good

to get you with.

Anyway, I want to

get back to my game.

Don't look at me.

I'm sick of

getting killed.

We could trade.

I'll give you extra gas masks

and a bulletproof vest.

No way.

You never get hurt.

It's no fun.

Jack Flack always

escapes anyway.

Flack to Lady Ace.

Come in, Lady Ace.

Hey, guys, be careful

with those.

I just got them in.

This is Jack Flack

requesting an assignment.

Over.

Hello

everybody.

Ha ha ha!

Come on, Kim,

be serious.

You guys want

a real assignment?

Yeah.

Yeah.

You got

your bus passes?

Ok, I want you to

go over to Textronics.

Pick me up some catalogues

for the new 4200.

Come on, Morris.

Give us

something exciting,

like Cloak and Dagger,

only for real.

Ok.

I want you to infiltrate

their seventh level.

Mm-hmm.

Then go to their

vending machine.

Pick me up

a pack of Twinkies.

Ohh...

There's a secret

message inside.

Hmm.

Whatever you do,

don't let anybody

see you. Anybody.

You coming?

Not if you're gonna be

embarrassing.

I won't.

Let's see.

Grenade...

gun...

ammo.

Ok.

Now what

are you doing?

Jack Flack says to always

keep your gun loaded.

Morris, could we try

these out?

Yeah. Just

don't break 'em.

Time to go, Jack.

See you, Morris.

Oh, great.

Flack to Lady Ace.

Come in, Lady Ace.

Yeah, what?

Come on, Kim.

Play right.

All right.

Lady Ace

to Jack Flack.

Do you read me?

Loud and clear.

Prepare to penetrate

the enemy stronghold.

Follow me in.

This is what I meant

by "embarrassing."

Hey!

You proceed to floor 7

for Operation Catalog.

I'll get the secret

from the machine.

Wait a minute.

I think that sentry

spotted us.

Davey, put that away.

Hi, kids.

You lost?

If you tell me

who you're looking for,

maybe I can help.

We're looking

for Textronics.

Ah. You're looking

for the Game Division?

Seventh floor.

Thank you,

Officer.

We'll take

separate routes

just in case one of us

is neutralized.

I'll take the fire stairs,

you take the elevator.

Good, 'cause I'm

not walking up.

Pardon me.

What's

the matter now?

That guy had a gun, Kim,

and it was a real gun.

Oh, Davey, will

you stop it?

Honest!

I saw a gun!

You're really

being a jerk.

Well, here. Take this

grenade just in case.

Thanks, anyway.

Flack to Lady Ace.

Come in, Lady Ace.

Yeah, Davey,

what is it?

I'm almost

in position.

Give me

your location.

I'm already up here,

and I'm waiting for you.

Textronics.

Mr. Rice's office.

Ok. Start creating

a diversion.

I'll sneak out

the fire stairs

and hit the machine.

Davey, this

is embarrassing

Maintain radio silence

from now on.

Over and out.

Don't let him

leave the building.

Rice...

moving to the elevator.

Intercepting fully.

Hello?

Will there be

anything else today?

Ah, do you have

a food machine here?

Lady Ace,

Lady Ace, come in.

Excuse me.

Textronics.

Mr. Rice is

in a meeting.

I thought we were

maintaining radio silence.

Did you hear them?

No. I'm busy.

Now stop bugging me.

Uh, the vending machines

are right over there.

So your friend cut off

radio contact, did she?

Oh. Hi, Jack.

Well, some people

just don't know

how to act on

a secret mission.

I guess we're better off

just handling this one

on our own.

Like the Maracaibo assignment.

Remember that?

Back when I was known

as Agent X.

That was

a close one.

Yeah...

Yeah. There we were,

surrounded by hordes

of angry mercenaries.

All you had was

a ball of string

and a sealed I.O.U.

from the embassy.

And then there was

a letter bomb.

Yeah, that's 'cause

I told you not to trust them.

That's what I mean

about working alone.

I guess

you're right.

Yeah...

Help...me.

Here. Here...

Whatever happens,

don't let them get it.

Tell the FBI...

1 million, 329...

Run!

Aah!

Davey, what

are you doing?

They just killed a man,

now they're after me!

I got Morris'

Twinkie...

Help, police!

Murder!

What's the

problem, kid?

There's 2 men,

they're trying to kill me.

What men?

They're up there!

They just killed a man!

Call the police!

He was right here!

I saw him fall!

I had to run

right by him!

You want to tell me

what is this all about?

Well, these Nazis, or

some kind of bad guys,

they shot

this FBI man.

Nazis?

How should I know?

Maybe they were Russians,

but they shot him,

and he was bleeding,

and he fell.

I knew he was dead.

Look,

I'm not kidding you!

I can prove it.

He gave me this

secret cartridge...

No, no, no.

Don't trust him, Dave.

That's the first rule

of espionage.

Always stay true

to your source.

Secret what?

Well?

Never mind.

Hi, Mr. Rice.

Hi, Purdy.

Did you see anybody

on the terrace level?

No, not a soul.

Hi.

We better hold him

for the police.

We better go talk

to the police.

Come on.

Ok, folks,

step back.

Clear the area.

Thank you.

I better be

going now.

You gonna be

all right?

Yeah. I've got a key.

Ok.

Davey, I've been calling

all over the place for you.

Mr. Osborne,

Lieutenant Fleming,

San Antonio PD.

Dad, I didn't do...

Just wait a minute,

ok? Let him talk.

What's...come on in.

Not at this time.

I've got to keep an ear

out for the squawk box.

Oh. Well, go on

to your room, Davey.

Dad, I want to hear

what he has to say...

Just go to your room,

Davey, all right?

What, uh...

What...what

happened?

Well, your son

created quite a stir

at the Tower Life

Building this morning

when he reported

a murder.

A murder?

That's right, sir.

We checked out his story

and found absolutely

no credence to it.

Then we tried

to bring him home,

but he refused to

divulge the whereabouts

of what he called,

um, "Headquarters."

Sorry, Officer,

but he does, uh,

do that sometimes.

We got them right

where we want them.

Huh?

Let 'em think

you're nuts.

See, if we're

gonna be heroes,

we got to keep

a low profile.

No cops, no dads,

we're on our own, pal.

There gonna be any

charges, or what?

Not this time, sir,

but we do think that

you ought to consider

getting him some help.

I have.

For almost an hour,

all he would give us

is his name, rank,

and serial number.

The tougher we got,

the tougher he got.

Good.

If it hadn't been

for the little girl,

we would've never

gotten him home.

Officer, I...

They'll sing

a different tune

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