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- [gun cocking]
- [Zip] Got that John Blaze shit.

Forget about making somebody's day.

These two Desert Eagles here?

Fly, pelican, fly.

Do I even need to say it?

[chuckles]

[sighs] Come on, Zip.

You should find a new profession.

Cottonmouth is done.

You ain't heard?

Cottonmouth's getting out,
so you ain't done shit.

Boom!

[inaudible]

[Audrey] Detective.

Remember who you are.

Next time, it would behoove you
to have actual evidence.

You know, something besides

the dogged harassment
of a misguided beat cop.

You calling me a dog?

No, I believe the brother said "dogged,"

as in determined.

Although, true...

the word is derived from the description
of a dog's persistence.

See, that's the problem with a bitch.

Once they get their mouth on a bone...

they can't let go.

We'll see who's somebody's bitch

when your ass is in prison...

Cornell.

[chuckles]

[Stokes chuckling]

[woman] There he is!

[reporters clamoring]

[theme music playing]

[newscaster] Cornell "Cottonmouth" Stokes'
release this morning

was a blow to local law enforcement...

[Stokes laughing]

Mariah ain't gonna like that shit.

Neither should you.

I just shot a cop and walked away free.

What's there not to like?

Zip and Amos picked up the truck
from the docks right after I shot Scarfe.

Domingo got his guns back last night.

Everyone else will fall in line.

Jamaicans, Haitians, Dominicans.

Hell...

even the Koreans.

All loyal.

We're all good.

So...

when do I get my Judas?

You don't.

You're too hot right now.

Luke Cage is a luxury, Cornell.

He's, uh... he's ice cream.

And you need to keep steak on the table.

And how do I do that
with Luke Cage around?

All he has to do is [shouting] show up

and hoods scatter
like roaches with the lights on!

Guns, drugs, all street traffic
is a mess right now because of him!

[breathing heavily]

Niggas act like he can walk on water.

Can he?

I'm done talking, Shades.

Tell Diamondback I need
to holler at him.

You sure that's the way
you want to play this?

Okay.

[door closes]

So what about all that evidence?

Without Scarfe to corroborate,
that ledger is useless.

Even the whole thing with Spurlock

and the bodies Cottonmouth
burned there won't stick.

Spurlock is going to eat the charge
and take the years.

He won't testify.

He'd be his own client. [sighs]

[Claire] So that's it?

Setbacks happen all the time.

You can still do something about this.

Why me?

Because you're not afraid of Cottonmouth,
and he's obviously afraid of you.

What do you expect me to do?

I tried to do things the right way.
Cops let him go.

Cops can only do so much.

You have the power to do more.

Look at what's happening
in Hell's Kitchen.

You mean that cat running
around beating people up?

That's what you want me to be?

Sometimes, if you want justice...

you have to get it yourself.

If Hell's Kitchen's so great,
why'd you run uptown?

Why did you?

There is nothing that can hurt you.

So what the hell are you afraid of?

[phone ringing]

[Fish] Pop's Barber Shop.

It's for you.

[Stokes on phone] Let's parley.

Either we can be gentlemen about this...

or we can get into some gangster shit.

Parley's just fine.

Your gangster shit hasn't worked out
so well for you recently.

[chuckles]

Harlem's Paradise.

Bring your apron.

[laughing]

[hangs up phone]

What'd he say?

Enough.

Might as well take all that down now.

No. There's still plenty of work
to be done.

Not for me.

They just made it official an hour ago.

But you had nothing to do with Scarfe.

My shop, my watch.

[inaudible]

All right, here we go.

You've got to play this smart, Detective.

IA's gonna be up your ass
with a flashlight.

I can handle Ridley.

She was my lieutenant at the 31st.

Listen, you still have
a future here, Misty.

My advice to you
is to let go of this board

and everyone you have pinned on it.

Cottonmouth needs to be in handcuffs.

Don't let this twist you to the point
where you can't see which way is up.

[exhales]

Mercedes?

Priscilla.

I prefer Inspector Ridley.

Priscilla, I heard they started
calling you Inspector Gadget

- behind your back once you got promoted.
- [chuckles]

This is gonna be fun.

[reporters clamoring]

Councilwoman Dillard and I
don't agree on much.

But she's a good woman who loves Harlem,

and I'm a strong believer in party first,
no matter what.

I came as a friend in her time of need.

Mr. Boone, is it true you're here
to ask the councilwoman to resign?

He's here because I asked him here.
Damon.

[all clamoring]

[Mariah] Let him through.

[clamoring continues]

Wait, wait, wait. First question, go.

Was your affordable housing initiative
funded by drug money?

My cousin has never been
accused of selling drugs.

I thought you all said
he was running guns.

- Will you please make up your mind?
- [chuckles]

Councilwoman, have you been questioned
by the NYPD about your cousin?

Family first, Robin.

I love my cousin Cornell Stokes.

The charges against him
are categorically false,

which is why they let him go.

He is an integral part
of my New Harlem Renaissance

and our movement to rebuild
Harlem for our Harlemites.

Okay? That's it.

- Get out of the rain. Go, go!
- [all clamoring]

[clamoring continues]

[Mariah] Ah! This is low...
even for you.

[Boone] I wasn't lying.
I'm here as your friend.

[Mariah] Pretty boy Stanford Carpetbagger.

You've been trying to knock me
off my spot for years.

How much of what they're saying is true?

Damn.

That bad?

You're...

tainted.

And the infection is contagious.

So what do you recommend, Dr. Boone?

You step aside
and let me take your seat.

Then I can support your initiatives
on the inside.

And push your permits through.

A year from now,

all four of your complexes
could be up and running.

That's cute.

You've been trying to knock me
out of my spot for six years, Damon.

It didn't work then.
It's not working now.

Find a new hobby.

You can't stay on top forever, Mariah.

You're gonna fall.

And I'll enjoy every second when you do.

You need to leave now.

Show your Marigny ass out.

[indistinct clamoring]

Do you need anything?

Scotch. Neat.

[Alex] Mariah?

How the hell did you get in here?

We need to talk.

Alone.

So, this Luke Cage
was a bartender at Harlem's Paradise?

Actually, I believe he was the dishwasher.

He was filling in for Dante that night.

[Ridley] One man is linked
to a criminal,

the death of four people,
the destruction of a restaurant,

and you don't find him suspicious?

Of course I do.

[Ridley] Step back.
Take a look at your board.

Who is the one person that is linked
to every single location up there?

It's not just this case
that depends upon on it.

Your career is also in the balance.

[breathing heavily]

Shit.

[bangs]

[Stokes playing keyboard]

[indistinct chatter]

[playing keyboard]

Damn, Cornell, you just playing that,
like, out of thin air like that?

You don't need to, uh, write it down?

I just see it in my head.

[laughing] This boy
is a damn prodigy, Mabel.

That prodigy needs to keep it down.

Mariah's trying to study.

[scoffs] Like a little music

is gonna disturb all that hoein'
you got goin' on over there.

That hoein' is what keeps the lights on.

Look, all I'm saying is that

Cornell should be in one of them schools
like, um... Juilliard.

[Mabel] There's only
one school that matters.

- Cornell is really good.
- [Uncle Pete] Mmm.

[smacks lips]
Did I ask you anything, Little May?

[Uncle Pete] The girl's got a point.

- [Mabel] She don't need you to defend her.
- I know she don't.

Because she's gonna be a lawyer,

and she's gonna be able
to defend her damn self.

Ain't that right, baby?

- Hey, Mariah.
- Snap, crackle, pop!

- How you doing, Henry?
- [young Pop] Good, ma'am.

Hey, yo, Cottonmouth.

- You coming?
- [stops playing]

You know I hate that name.

Well, I could just called you Corny.

- Is that better?
- Hey! He's practicing.

All right? He needs to stay right here.

He needs to get a little dirt on him.

[chuckling]

Actually, Pete's right.

You stay here, Cornell.

You can go.

You stand right here with me.

My husband, his brother, and me...

built this here Harlem game
brick by brick.

Numbers, pussy, guns.

But you know good and goddamn well
the one thing I never sell is drugs.

So what the hell made you go
and do something so stupid?

- I thought I was helping your ass.
- Helping me?

Man, this crack game is blowin' up.

Salvador Colon and all them,
they making mad loot,

and your old ass is getting left...
[yelps]

[screaming]

[wailing]

Finish your studies upstairs, baby girl.

Uh-uh, not you.
You stay right there, Cornell.

[Donnie wails and whimpers]

And your dumb ass ain't inventive enough
to think of some shit like this.

Who gave you this idea, huh?

[Uncle Pete] Who the hell
are you looking at?

Hmm?

[Mabel] Take out this trash, Cornell.

No.

Cornell ain't ready
for nothing like this, Maybelline.

Well, he need to learn
how to piss standing up.

[sighs]

[panting]

- [Uncle Pete] Come on, nigga!
- [Donnie yelling]

Cornell, you go with your Uncle Pete.

[Uncle Pete] Stand up!

- And keep it down.
- [Donnie whimpering]

I got white folks in the front room.
I don't want to scare 'em off.

[door closing]

- [blows landing]
- [Uncle Pete grunting]

[muffled yells and screams]

[Donnie] Please! Please! I'm sorry!

[Donnie screaming]

[Stokes playing keyboard]

[breath trembling]

[inhales deeply]

[knuckles cracking]

[Luke] Even though I hate your ass...

I gotta admit...

you got talent.

You could have been somebody.

This is the first time I've ever seen
you flunky-free.

I guess now that you're untouchable...
you don't need them.

So, what?

You here to take me in or take me out?

Hey.

You called me.

And unlike you, I'm not a murderer.

I'm taking you in.

You're gonna sit down with Misty Knight
and you're going to confess...

to everything.

That's what you think's about to happen?

'Cause last time I checked...

you were no longer a sheriff...

Carl.

Hmm.

You ain't doing much of anything.

Carl Lucas.

[laughing] That's a square-ass name, man.

Oh, if my mama named me that,
I'd change my name to Luke Cage, too.

[chuckles]

See...

I don't know shit about going to prison.

But I figure if you escaped,

faked your death,
and all that other slick shit,

eventually it's bound
to catch up with you.

And you gotta go back.

You're not turning me in.

You wouldn't snitch.

Well...

there is honor amongst thieves.

But you ain't no thief.

Gave a speech at a church,

knocked down a few doors
in the projects and now...

you Harlem's Captain America.

Nigga, please.

How they gonna feel
about their folk hero

when they find out he ain't nothing more
than a goddamn criminal?

And you act like you better than me.

You ain't better than me.

You got caught.

I was framed. I'm innocent.

[chuckles] Aren't we all?

[laughing]

Hmm.

I'mma keep your little secret.

I've got use for bulletproof niggas.

I own you now.

And if you refuse...
then back to Seagate you go.

I'll charter the yacht my damn self.

See, you thought I only had
a hand in one of the pies.

But I own the whole goddamn bakery, son.

[Stokes laughing]

Do you remember me...

from when I was a kid?

No.

Are you one of those that used to
follow Cornell around like a puppy?

Hmm.

I didn't have shit.

I grew up in the street.

But the one name that always rang out...

was "Stokes."

You needed a Thanksgiving turkey?

Go see Mama Mabel Stokes.

School clothes?

Mama Mabel Stokes.

Your old man put his hands on you?

See Mama Mabel Stokes...

and it would never, ever happen again.

- Your point?
- Your family name meant something.

Harlem's Paradise meant something.

Everyone from David Dinkins to Pappy Mason
showed that woman love.

But what does that family represent now?

A washed-up gangsterland?

An empty politician who'll be lucky...

at this time next year...

to be a greeter at the Harlem Hair Expo?

You don't talk to me like that.

I can talk to you any way I want.

Because you got no power to shut me up.

Do you like how it feels?

Being so powerless?

Being pushed around by other people?

What do you think?

I think...

that when you get the nerve...

you're gonna be surprised...

at just what you're capable of.

[Claire] So that's how
you're gonna play this? You're running?

There's nothing I can do.

Enough with this defeatist bullshit.

What the hell is going on?

Cottonmouth knows about my past, Claire.

If I don't work for him,
he's gonna out me.

I'll go back to prison.

I've been through too much hell
to let that happen.

Yeah, I... I sympathize. I really do.

But if you run...

you'll be running
for the rest of your life.

You think you're the first person
to tell me that?

I told Pop I was done running.

I stayed and he died.

I didn't run when they came after Connie,
and they lost everything because of me.

Who's next?

I'm no good for anyone.

You can't take the blame
for everything that happened.

People need you.

Yeah, well,
sometimes I'm no good for people.

If people see that you're one of them,
that's good.

If you stand and fight,
they'll follow you.

If I go to prison,
who's gonna wanna follow me?

Half the people uptown have fathers,
cousins, uncles, brothers in prison.

You're no different than anybody else.

You get your wish. You're not special.

Instead of running, if you make a move

and you take him down once and for all?

You stop him, you save this community,

and you free yourself.

Or...

[hip-hop music playing]

[Stokes] Turn up the bass.

I ain't one to apologize.

Then don't.

But I was feeling myself a little earlier.

My bad.

I ain't mean to come at you like that.

You're under a lot of stress.

It's that nigga, Luke Cage.

I invited him over.

Had to let him know.

What'd you do?

I gave him the business.

All that Seagate shit you told me about.

What?

Diamondback didn't want you to do that.
He's got plans for him.

Well, Diamondback ain't my daddy.

What's he know about Cage?

Did you spook him? Is he gonna run?

He will fall in line.

No doubt.

[winces] Sometimes pain is the only thing
that gets 'em going.

They can't do that to their wife
so they take it out on you.

Where the hell have you been?

We needed you an hour ago.

Look at what happened.
Sister Boy didn't have any protection.

At least the bastard had enough sense
not to hit him in the face.

Maybe Sister needs to learn
how to throw her hands up like a brother.

[breathing heavily]

While you out there in the street
running around with your friends,

my people in here getting hurt.

You better have a damn good reason
for not being here when I needed you.

Pete took me to an audition.

You expect me to believe
that an audition took six hours?

He stopped in Spanish Harlem.

Puerto Ricans?

Like that... Tato Lopez and Sal...

I heard Salvador.
That's who Pete talked to.

Where were you?

[sighs] I kicked it
with Salvador's little brother, Domingo.

We watched Video Music Box.

What'd they talk about?

They were in the back room.

They were gone for a while.

You done good.

[sighs] You done good.

Hey. HD, Blu-ray,
I got all the best angles of the incident.

I got everybody in here.
You know you want to see it.

- People actually pay money for that?
- Yo.

- Yo. It's you! You one of them!
- No.

Come on, let's talk. My man's got a RED,

next time you do something,
I could film you.

We could both get paid.

For real. 4K for four K,
you know what I'm sayin'?

Hey, hey. I know you hear things.

Look, I hear and see everything.

The streets know what you've been up to.
Everyone's talking about it.

But I ain't no snitch.

Not everyone deserves discretion.

I'm not asking you to get involved.

I'm not even asking you to speak.

I just need to borrow your eyes.

All right.

Who you looking for?

Domingo Colon.

[speaking Spanish]

[groans]

[Luke] Domingo Colon!

I'm guessing that's you.

- [man grunting]
- [Luke grunting]

- [man groans]
- [guns cocking]

I guess you guys
haven't heard about me, have you?

- Take him out.
- [guns firing]

[bullets ricocheting]

I'm about sick
of always having to buy new clothes.

[man screams]

[Luke] Where are the guns?

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

The ones you got back from Cottonmouth.

The ones my friends died over.

What, you think you can go after everyone?

I kinda do.

I can pick you up...

walk you over to the bridge...

and throw your ass in the Hudson.

And here's the thing.
It's not the fall that kills you.

It's the impact against the water.

And when the water fills your lungs,
right before you black out,

you'll ask yourself...

"Why didn't I just give Luke Cage
what he wanted?"

The guns are downstairs.

Muchas gracias.

You got this one in a double XL?

You'll like this.

I already know what he looks like, Bailey.

But aside from your board...

this is the only photo of him. Anywhere.

- Nothing else?
- Nope.

Why do you seem so excited by that?

[chuckles] 'Cause he is too damn clean.

You know, he's so clean, it's...
it's freaky.

In what way?

He has, uh, no credit cards.
No email address.

But he has a social security number.

Yeah, but no bank account.
No Facebook. No porn.

Why do you find no porn so disturbing?

[scoffs]

This guy, he doesn't exist.

He was created.

He's the figment
of someone's imagination.

Who the hell is this guy?
And... and who made him?

Yeah. Who you telling?

But he's innocent.

- I give you my word.
- [woman on phone] That may be.

But all this tension
is hurting the council

- and it's harming the party.
- Yeah.

When will you make the announcement?

Charlene will send a press release
at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.

I'm going to have to ask you to resign,
effective immediately.

I hear you.

You realize that I will fight this
with every ounce of my energy, right?

Right?

It's painful for all of us,
but it's necessary.

We have no other choice.

- Okay.
- I'm sorry.

[glass shatters]

[breathing heavily]

[gasps]

[sniffles]

- Tony.
- [Tony on speakerphone] Yes, ma'am.

- Bring the car around.
- Right away.

[sniffles and exhales]

[Stokes playing keyboard]

On his deathbed...

what did you promise Buggy?

That you'd take care of me and...
our business.

What the hell
are you talking about, Mabel?

I've always put this shit
before anything else.

You were my woman before you was his.

But I let that go.

You always protect your family.

No matter what.

So you betrayed me?

To some goddamn Puerto Ricans?

This... [grunts]

This shit... should have been mine.

And you know it.

[sighs]

Now, Salvador and his brothers

have agreed to let us come in
on the ground floor.

We can own this whole goddamn city.

I already have everything I need.

Pigs get fat...

but hogs...

get slaughtered.

This was all about you.

You know what?

You always stay ready with a plan, bitch.

[smacks lips] So what is it?

[breath shuddering]

[gun cocks]

You don't have to do this, Cornell.

And all that talent you have?

What are you doing?

You're not built for this.

Why do you think
I pay for all those lessons, man?

You can be something
better than all of us.

You deserve this
for what you did to our family.

What you did to me!

Hey, Little May, don't...

What are you talking about?
[stutters] You laughed with me.

It was... it was a game.
[chuckles nervously]

Cornell.

I told you what to do.

Stand up straight.

And do it.

- [gun cocks]
- [Uncle Pete] Look at me.

[shouts] Look at me!

- Every time...
- [gun firing]

You know the rule, baby. Family first.

Always.

Yes, ma'am.

You could have called first.

Oh, now I need an invite.

Can't imagine the kind of pressure
you're under.

Especially after that shit-show
of an interview.

You need to drop this Luke Cage shit.

Shut it down.
Get your head back in the game.

Don't lecture me about the game.
I was born to this shit.

I finally got his bitch-ass in my pocket.

My party chairwoman called me tonight

to tell me I had to step down
from the council.

The fundraising for my complexes dried up
since you got arrested.

My reputation is in the shithole!

Maybe Madam Councilwoman
need to step off her high horse

and get her hands dirty.

We family, Cornell.

- Mama Mabel taught us that...
- Mama Mabel, Mama Mabel!

Go on with that shit.

All the things
I could've did with my life...

my music...

But who does she send
to that uppity-ass boarding school? You.

She put you in school
and forced me to run the streets.

You idiot.

She sent me away
to keep me away from Pete!

You know damn well
what that woman made me do.

I was 14 years old.

Uncle Pete betrayed us.

Uncle Pete was the only one
who ever had my back.

Mama Mabel was always
sheltering you, protecting you.

And for what?

All that education,
and you just as shady as me.

Me protected?

All I did your whole life was protect you!

Your junkie mama dropped you off
at Mabel's and never looked back!

Your daddy didn't want you!

Who was there changing your diapers?
Tending your needs?

Dealing with your whining?

I saw the way you used to flirt
with Uncle Pete when I was little.

[laughs]

Running around half-naked all the time.

You wanted it, Mariah.

You wanted it and you know it.

[Mariah screams] No!

[screaming] No!

- I did not want it!
- [groaning]

No!

You shut up!

- No, I didn't want it!
- [breathing heavily]

[grunting]

[bones crunching]

I didn't want it!

[gasps]

[Shades] Look at you.

You got the nerve...

and you stepped up.

I didn't... I didn't want this.

[Shades sighs]

[Mariah shudders]

Deep down...

[whispers] I think you did.

First time...

is always the hardest.

Do you think...

they have rubber gloves in the kitchen?

Next to the dishwashing station.

[chuckles] That's a great idea.

Look what Luke Cage did to your cousin.

[Misty] Nice sweatshirt.

You box now?

What I do is more like CrossFit.

Always full of surprises.

And I hate that.

I don't know shit about you.

Nobody does. And that's the problem.

But out of all the people in the world,
Scarfe went to you for protection.

- Why?
- You'd have to ask him that.

How convenient for you that I can't.

Look, you texted me. What do you want?

You see that van parked over there?

I bet if you looked inside,

it's filled with all of those
Justin Hammer guns from the heist.

You think being a vigilante
makes this all right?

Do you have any idea
how much trouble you've caused?

Misty, I know what you're going through.

[scoffs]

Finding out your partner was corrupt,
losing him...

- It's messin' with your head...
- Do not talk to me

[voice breaking]
like you know what I'm going through.

I'm gonna take care of Cottonmouth.

You need to be ready
to move on him when I do.

What's your big plan? Huh?

You gonna take over Harlem?

- I don't want Harlem.
- Then what do you want?

To be left alone.

If that's what you truly want...

then you will give me
all the information you have right now.

On the record.

Tell me everything you have and end it.
Right here.

I'm not going to do that, Misty.

- Then that makes you an accessory.
- To what?

After what happened this morning,
you expect me to trust the system?

- The system is not your enemy.
- Really?

How's the system
been treating you lately?

I should kill Cottonmouth.

But I won't.

I want him to suffer.

He should know what it feels like
when your life is over,

while everyone else's life goes on
as if you don't exist.

You sound like you're speaking
from experience.

You should trust me, Misty.

Like Pop did.

If you gave me one good reason why...
[scoffs]

I would.

Anonymous tip?

Every cop needs a good snitch.

You're not out of the doghouse.

Not by a long shot.

- [sighs]
- [phone ringing]

Detective Knight.

What?

Oh, shit!

[Claire] Okay, so I'm just trying
to picture it in my head.

Was it mustard yellow? Or canary yellow?

[Luke chuckles] It was all I could grab.

I couldn't go running around Georgia
looking like a runaway slave.

[Claire clicks tongue]

[laughing] Oh, God.

What did your father say
when he saw you?

Nothing.

He doesn't know I'm alive.

He wouldn't want to see me anyway.

I'm his...

shame.

The last thing my father wanted to do
was to raise a black criminal.

He did everything in his power
to give me the kind of life

so that wouldn't happen.

And yet...

I still went to jail.

That wasn't your fault.

He didn't see it that way.

I tried to explain.

I made calls. I sent letters...

and he returned every last one of them.

Then why let your father's last memory
of you be as a criminal?

A dead criminal.

I think he'd be very proud
to know who you are now.

Anyway, thank you.

For what?

I can't imagine there are that many people
who know the saga of Luke Cage.

It means a lot that you trust me.

I didn't come to Harlem
to be a hero, Claire.

I came because I needed time
to figure shit out.

So did I.

You're right.

I can't keep running.

But I want you to know
what you're getting into.

If Cottonmouth talks,

or if anybody connects the dots
that Luke Cage is Carl Lucas...

I go back to Seagate.

You knew the risks
and you did it anyway.

That's what makes you a hero.

Maybe I should get a mask after all.

[groaning] No.

Too much in Harlem
happens in the shadows.

People fear what they can't see.

And that's what makes you different.
They see you.

It makes them trust you.

Hey, Carl.

One Judas for another.

I may have a lawyer friend who can help.

Oh, really?

[gunshot]

Luke?

- Luke?
- [groans]

- [gunshot]
- Luke?

[Luke groans]

[yelling]

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