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We shot a cop.

This dirty-ass cop got to Sugar.

And then, he tried to flip you

by threatening to send you back to jail.

But you wouldn't play ball.

Never.

Shit got heated, and he pulled his gun.

You killed him.

It was self-defense. Plain and simple.

Exactly.

You shot him first.

And then, with his dying
breath, he raised his gun...

and...

I was gonna get us
both out. Like he said.

I didn't want out. It was
gonna be different this time.

I know.

Because I love you, I was
blinded by that shit.

I didn't see the snitch in you.

What the hell does that say about me?

How can you be so calm?

People always come after
us because of who we are.

You've always said that.

Just never thought it'd be like this.

You know what? Let's just tell them.

We don't say shit.

Mommy.

We handle things on our own.

What he did to us will
never be forgotten.

It's not to them to complicate it.

We don't say shit.

Hey, read me?

Mmm-hmm.

We're still here.

That's all that matters.

But we're only still
here because of him.

No, no, let's get out of here.
Let's go. They cannot help us.

- Where we gonna go?
- Anywhere!

The brownstone is gone.

That savage is probably sitting up
in Harlem's Paradise right now.

Where we going?

Where?

Excuse me.

A detective was supposed
to debrief us an hour ago.

Where is everybody?

I'm not at liberty to say.

Well, I need some answers.

I don't know what to tell you.

Where is everybody?

What did you say to her?

I don't work for you, Mariah.

I said I was gonna hire you.

And I said I would get you to safety.

And I've done my part.
The rest is up to you.

She okay?

You have any kids?

Are you trying to threaten me again?

Don't think for one second
that I don't know who you are.

Then why did you save me?

Mostly just to see why Bushmaster
hates you as much as I do.

Who?

Oh, come on, Mariah. Really?

What I was trying to say
was children matter.

They hold our hopes, our dreams.

They blot out your mistakes.

I'll do anything to keep her safe.

Well, she deserves better.

She does.

So protect her.

How can I, when you won't
be straight with me?

Why does Bushmaster want you dead?

Maybe I should protect her from you.

- Put her in Interrogation 1 now!
- What? I'm the victim.

- Am I under arrest?
- No. You can leave. Go.

That's what I thought.

What about Tilda?

I got her, Mariah.

You work for her now.

No. Not really.

What's wrong?

Ridenhour was killed last night.

- What?
- Yeah.

He had a snitch in Harlem's Paradise,

and nobody knew about it except for me.

He went to go talk to her about Piranha,

and now he is dead.

She cleaned up shop, just
like she did with Candace.

You should've let that bitch burn.

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You were six when you guys met.

Seven.

Fresh Air Fund.

Then the corner.

You couldn't speak a lick of English.

Kids kicking your ass
up and down the block,

calling out "puta," "maricón," but...

Darius wouldn't let no one tease you.

He always had your back.

Always.

You've never been a good liar, Hernan,

so don't tell me some bullshit

about Darius being caught
up with some sideways cop.

He was a soldier, like his daddy.

He'd never snitch.

What happened last night?

The Darius I knew would
never, ever talk...

I'm sorry.

What's the word, Sugar?

Calm down.

What?

Where?

All right.

You may be the only person in this
world grieving as hard as I am.

Romeo's gone.

Comanche's gone...

Don't use that name for my Darius.

Darius...

would've wanted me to take care of you.

And I will.

No.

You may not want it.

We both know that you need it.

I'm sorry.

You should have third-degree burns.

Well, I don't.

I bet a strong acid could do it.

Excuse me?

You ever have it tested?

Uh, I've had more than enough tests
to last me a lifetime. Thank you.

I have never met anyone
that can do what you do.

Yes, you have.

You were lying when I
came by Mother's Touch.

About a lot of things.

- Tell me what you know about Bushmaster.
- You know why I can't.

My mother doesn't want
me talking to anybody.

Especially here.

Man, look. I just...

I just want things to go
back to being normal.

With her, there is no normal.

Only what's next.

_

He never turned in your paperwork

or anything else.

We had a pool when you
turned your badge in.

Ridenhour gave you a month before
you came begging for it back.

Bailey gave you a week.

I said three days.

'Cause they don't know you like I do.

Coach Shaw used to have
to pull you off the court

even when you were injured.

You never quit.

Ridenhour was a house cat.

He should never have been out there.

Inspector West called.

Callahan is in Maui, and
O'Reilly moved to New Orleans.

And none of them know you quit.

West said until One Police
Plaza sends somebody else,

you're the highest
ranking detective here.

You're in charge.

You still on the job?

Yeah.

I am.

I tell you this much, if it was
me on the ground laying in chalk,

I would want you to catch my body.

Wow.

Now, that is probably the nicest
thing you have ever said to me.

We're gonna find out who pulled
the trigger and make Mariah pay.

You know she's behind this, right?

We can't make assumptions about guilt.

Okay? We have to follow the evidence.

You sound like Ridenhour already.

I have to consider both sides.

It comes with the job.

No matter how I feel
about it personally.

Hey, Misty. Come on, Nandi.

We need to inform the
kin of the other victim.

- Okay.
- Uh...

What did his name come back as?

Darius Jones.

Aka Comanche.

"Comanche." Where do
I know that name from?

Wait.

You said it. That night in your sleep.

When we had... coffee.

Him and Shades were thick
as thieves back at Seagate.

Their beatdown is the reason

I ended up in Dr. Burstein's
tank in the first place.

Damn.

- Have you seen Comanche since Seagate?
- Yeah. Harlem's Paradise.

Same night Claire took photos of
Arturo Rey, Nigel and Cockroach.

Well, then Comanche had
to be Ridenhour's snitch.

Do the math. He had to know
where to meet Ridenhour.

I mean, matching text messages
and cell phone records

are gonna be a mere formality.

Comanche might have been
Ridenhour's mole from jump.

Did Ridenhour have recordings, notes?

We don't know yet.

But them being murdered at the same time

proves motive on Mariah's part.

So who put the work in? Shades?

Who else?

I still haven't forgotten
the last time me and

Mr. Alvarez tussled in the basement.

After I got shot. Punk ass.

He usually puts a wall up around her.

Somehow Bushmaster got through it.

What proof do we have? Did she
give you anything that I can use?

Please.

You think you can get her to talk?

Why don't you put her
in Interrogation 2?

That's more your style.

Yeah.

Everything is off.

Police captain gets murdered.

This place isn't filled
to the brim with brass?

They laying in the cut.
They don't like the optics.

Exactly.

Ridenhour ran Comanche
as a CI off books.

They're worried about a Scarfe sequel.

Makes your life a lot harder.

Which is why I need you.

Look, I have to focus
on Ridenhour's body,

but I can't take my eye off Bushmaster.

And I don't have time for lawyer BS.

Can you help me, unofficially?

Sure, as long as I can do things my way.

If you can get Tilda to link
any of this to Bushmaster,

you can do it whatever way you want.

I'll take a shot.

We'd better hurry.

If Bushmaster finds out
they're still alive,

- he's gonna come after them.
- That's exactly what I'm hoping for.

Something to scare
Mariah's ass to her senses.

What was built by the father

now belongs to the son.

What's your plan for Harlem's
Paradise, now that it's yours?

It's all for the people and the kids.

Every dollar we make,

every penny goes back home to the
youth to ease the suffering there.

Hmm.

If only my mother could
have been here to see this.

You burned that woman and her
daughter alive in their house.

Gwen would be proud of what you have.

But not how you got it.

I fear the darkness consumes you.

Anansi...

I only did what she did to me.

Well...

What do you want?

Mariah and her daughter...

they been seen.

- Where?
- The precinct.

Babylon.

How?

Luke Cage.

Go! Go!

Mind if I join you?

I owe my life to some guy I barely know.

Wow.

"Some guy"?

I just pulled you from
a burning building.

I think I deserve some
props for that. Don't you?

So if there's anything you
wanna say or tell me...

I'm here.

What happened?

It was a home invasion.

I remind you, I'm the victim here.

You have been untouchable on that
block for decades. I don't buy it.

You know these young bloods. No
respect. Absolutely no home training.

Fine. What did they look like?

They both...

had masks.

Both?

Your daughter said there
were three of them.

When did you talk to Tilda?

He just walked right in, and Mother
lifted her gun and she shot him.

- The bullets bounce off?
- No. Not like you.

They hit. Like, directly.
It had no effect on him.

What'd he say?

He was talking about how the
Stokes family ruined his life.

They killed his father and his mother,
all over some Bushmaster Rum.

If they wanted you dead,
why not just shoot you?

Throw you out of a window? Or bash
your head in with a mic stand?

Excuse me?

Petty thieves keep it petty.

So do petty detectives.

We both know damn well who did this.

Probably the same person
who killed Piranha Jones

and may well have every ill-gotten
dime you have ever made.

Say his name, Mariah.

Before this jerk-flavored Hatfield and

McCoy shit gets more people killed

and you end up a Popsicle.

Oh, this is some bullshit. Get
Thomas Ridenhour in here right now...

Don't you dare say his name
like he is walking in here.

He's behind the window. I know that.

At the same time your brownstone
was being burned down,

Thomas Ridenhour was shot and killed.

Ah! No!

He was meeting with a
confidential informant.

Now, this brother, he was busy, too,
'cause he worked for you as well.

I hardly knew... what's his name?

Darius. Street name, Comanche?

Now, he was real good friends
with your boyfriend, Shades.

You think Shades knew
that Comanche was a rat?

Or is he part rodent, too?

Listen, sweetheart,

you wanna change the narrative
while the music is still playing?

Or you can let somebody else
stop the music with the truth,

and your ass will be
left without a seat.

Councilwoman, not another word.

Fine by me.

Crip Raggedy Ann here was
getting on my last nerve.

Your client is withholding information.

No, she's a victim who,
despite compelling danger,

offered full cooperation.

Do you have a charge?

No.

Ms. Dillard, you can leave.

Uh, Mr. Alvarez...

we ran your plates,

and you were in the vicinity of
the crime and are now a suspect.

That's thin as hell, and you know it.

Mr. Alvarez has nothing
to do with this, either.

Mr. Alvarez is a person of interest
in the murder of Thomas Ridenhour.

He was friends with the other victim

and was spotted 30 blocks
from the murder scene.

We'll see what Mariah's fawn
has to say for himself.

The hell's a fawn?

A baby deer.

I read somewhere that cougars
like to prey on fawns.

He came to my shop for
some special herbs.

Did you give him something
rare? Something special?

Hey, Mommy. You okay?

Girl, I'm fine.

So is he.

We don't mess with the help.

Didn't stop you with Shades.

Where that little girlfriend
of yours? The nurse.

I told you never to say her name again.

I ain't say her name.

He got a temper on him,
too. Bet you run her off.

You can leave.

We waiting for Shades, then we will go.

Yeah? Where you gonna go?

Wherever I goddamn well please.

Ridenhour was surprised
by Comanche's shot.

The bullet hit him in the chest.

And he died almost instantly.

But then Comanche was surprised, too.

There's no way Captain Ridenhour,
with his life draining so quickly,

could've hit Comanche dead center mass.

He wouldn't have had the arm strength.

Now, the second shot, the one
that actually killed Comanche,

was a finishing shot from above.

That came from Ridenhour's
gun, too. Sure.

But he couldn't have pulled the
trigger. Somebody else did that.

Someone too emotional
to think things through.

What were Comanche's last words?

Did he admit he was a snitch?

Did he beg for his life?

Or was it one last emotional salvo
at the friend who betrayed him?

Wonderful performance. Two-handed.

I only deal in nonfiction.

It's outlandish and full of hearsay.

Make sure you don't break my client's
sunglasses. They're expensive.

Can your client account for
his whereabouts last night?

Of course he can.

Well? Now, be careful.

Traffic cams clocked him within a
mile radius of the crime scene

both before and after.

Did he appear on those cams, or
did he just park his car elsewhere?

You have nothing.

And, as usual, wasted my time,

valuable and billable though it is.

Let me take this outside.

Not a word, Hernan.

Don't you ever get tired of this shit?

I can ask you the same thing.

I'll be outta here in time to
watch the Yankees' doubleheader.

I am no longer representing Mr. Alvarez.

Good luck to you, sir.

What?

Hey.

I don't think he's coming back.

Hov was wrong.

Players can change in the ninth inning.

Mariah is not going
down for a cop killing.

And a captain at that.

Your trial will be a mere formality.

I mean, with your record, you
will go to prison forever.

The nightshade makes
me strong, not weak.

It's like a steroid. Your
body can't handle too much.

It's a risk I have to take, yeah?

Why? You won.

You got everything. Mariah's house
burned and you have her club.

But she no burn.

I want to smell her flesh.

I want to make her return
back to the essence, yeah?

Your crusade is killing you.

Stylers!

No telling what Mariah
said in Babylon, yeah?

What's the plan, mi dads?

If she lives, part of the
club still belong to her.

She can sue.

I have all her money. I
have a top-ranking lawyer.

There's a big difference between
what's legal and what's righteous.

What about Luke Cage?

Luke Cage owes me a death.

I mean to reason with the
man again, you know.

How will you do that?

You take something he
loves, and you squeeze.

Yes, I'll make it so.

Mama Mabel put your
ass through law school.

You don't get to quit.

I was loyal to your money.

And you no longer have it.

Don't make this more sad than it
needs to be. It's just business.

Trouble in paradise?

Fall back, Cage.

And I changed my mind about hiring you.

You said you needed
me, and you still do.

Whether either one
of us likes it or not.

I'm keeping you alive until
Harlem is safe from Bushmaster.

After that, you're on your own.

Whatever, nigga. Come on, Tilda.

Should we wait on Shades, Ms. Dillard?

No. Come on.

Get down!

Who sent you?

There's a bounty put upon
the Stokes woman's head.

Her and her daughter, one mill each.

I'm not the only one trying
to get paid, you know?

Anybody else on that list?

You and everyone close to ya.

What the hell happened here?

Another attempt on Mariah's
life. Bushmaster's behind it.

If they'll shoot in front of a
precinct, no one in Harlem is safe.

You're telling me.

Let Misty know what happened.

Where you going?

To find Mariah.

First, I got my own
family to look after.

We went to Times Square, and I stole
these Top Gun aviator sunglasses.

And the shopkeeper
came running after me,

and Che tackled him so I can get away.

I wore those bunk-ass sunglasses

every day for a year, until they broke.

That's how I got the name Shades.

Comanche knew me before I was me.

I lost my brother last night.

- But you would never understand that.
- Then help me.

Help me understand both of these deaths.

Help me make sense of what's senseless.

What did Comanche do? Did he slip up?

Y'all were brothers.

You're a crew, right?

"Rivals. We ain't got none."

Y'all were slightly ahead of my time,

but I remember hearing about Romeo.

Zip was Romeo's son, right?

Worked for Cottonmouth, Mariah.

Yep.

Zip's dead now, too.

Anybody can die in this life.

And more often than not, the
person that pulls the trigger

isn't a stranger...

he's a friend.

You know a little something
about that life.

Your boy Scarfe was about that life.

Scarfe was emotional. He
had just lost his son.

And it led him down a dark path.

But what led you down this path?

What led you to this? Why
did you kill your boy?

- I didn't say I killed anybody.
- Then you did it for Mariah.

She's not worth it.

She's the one I want. Not you.

- Make a deal. Save yourself.
- Mmm.

I'm not saying one more word...

until I get another lawyer.

Fine. I get it.

Comanche didn't mean shit to
you. He was just another thug.

You don't know shit about him...

I had him right where I wanted him.

He had invoked counsel,
but he was still talking.

He is completely out of pocket
right now, which is unlike him.

This murder has him completely rattled.

- We have bigger priorities right now.
- Like what?

A Jamaican shooter just tried to kill

Mariah in front of the precinct.

Did he do it?

Luke Cage shielded her and she drove
off. She's in the wind for now.

Damn it.

The GSR test on Shades' hands
came back as negative.

There's no nitrates, no proof
he ever even held a weapon.

Maybe he wore gloves
and ditched his clothes.

We still don't have PC
that'll hold up in court.

- Bullshit, I don't.
- All we have is the car.

What about cams, huh? There
are no cams anywhere?

Ridenhour, on purpose, picked a
place with no video surveillance.

Shit!

You're free to go.

Before you leave, let
me ask you something.

- You haven't asked me enough questions?
- No.

Not about your friend's murder.

I'll let you stew on that for a while.

I ask you this.

Why would she abandon you?

- You've been nothing but loyal to her.
- Stop it.

I looked it up.

Ben Donovan has been the lawyer for

the Stokes family for over 25 years.

You think he drops you as a client
without her express say-so?

Talk to me before she does.

While you still have something to offer.

Shit.

Dad, you're not listening. Somebody
out there wants to hurt me.

I thought that the bulletproof
was supposed to help all that.

I'm not worried about me.
I'm worried about you.

Son...

"When the wicked, even
my enemies and my foes,

came upon me to eat up my
flesh, they stumbled and fell."

I got a whole book of those psalms, son.

Dad, come on.

It's my responsibility
to protect you. Let me.

Well, if you're gonna protect me,
you're gonna have to do it from here.

Pass those out.

My wife is about your size.
Do you need any clothes?

I'll be fine, big man.

I'll be outside.

God damn. The gun...

Ah! Damn it.

You don't look happy to see me.

I'm not.

All of this is because of you

bringing that goddamn
snitch into our lives.

I took care of that situation
as soon as I found out.

Yeah. You went waltzing into the
precinct, knowing what you'd done?

You have to live with your
head inside the lion's mouth.

Never let them see you sweat.

Oh, you wasn't even sweating.

I bet you the snitch.

- Me?
- Yeah.

You killed Ridenhour and your boy.

You can tell any story you want.

Excuse me. Testing. One, two.

- You abandoned me.
- I did not!

That's why you pulled Ben Donovan.

I was doing my best to stay afloat,

because between killing
Che and losing you,

I was reeling.

I'm lucky I came out of there whole.

I ain't done nothing! Ben
left on his own. He quit.

- He quit?
- We can't pay him.

"We"?

Mmm...

"We"?

You are standing in
ruins because of you.

Excuse me?

You heard me.

I warned you.

I told you in Harlem's Paradise
not to sell the gun business!

It led to a domino effect that
led straight to Bushmaster.

All you had to do was sell
that goddamn painting,

and none of this would have happened!

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Here.

You scared?

Yes.

Yes, I'm scared. I got no home!

I got no club!

Bushmaster, cops, Luke Cage.
Everybody is up my ass!

Yes, I'm scared, because it's over.

What's over, huh?

What's over?

What are you gonna do?

You gonna buy a little house upstate?

Hmm?

You gonna start a food truck?

Look at me.

The second you pushed Cornell
through that window,

you became a gangster.

And this ain't how gangsters do.

How do gangsters do?

They adapt.

They boogie.

Bushmaster thinks he's won.

He's cocky.

He'll let his guard down, and that's
when we come at what he loves.

The same as he did for us.

We can do this.

Together.

You and me.

You are a queen.

Mmm... mmm...

Greetings, Officers.

He's been waiting for you.

Wah gwaan?

Babylon's finest.

This wah gwaan.

I'm Detective Misty Knight,
and that's a search warrant.

You put a bounty out on Mariah Dillard.

Stokes. Mariah Stokes.

And no, it's not true.

What can we do for you, Detectives?

God damn.

You stole Mariah Dillard's attorney,
and now you got her club, too?

My club. And my birthright, you know.

That's my father. He built
this club with the Stokes.

I came back to settle all claims.

We've got two Stylers in custody

claiming there's a million-dollar bounty

on Mariah and Tilda
Dillard. Is that true?

Stokes.

And no, it's not true.

And you can't prove otherwise.

There's a lot of folks losing
their heads around here lately.

And arms, too, apparently.

There was a brownstone that was
burned last night in Harlem.

Did that belong to your father, too?

Had nothing to do with me.

We don't believe you.

You can believe whatever you want.

But unless you have evidence, there's
nothing you can do about it.

So go on, tear up the club.

The only thing you're gonna
discover is what I already know.

You have no power. I have the power.

And I don't need a gun, a badge,
a plastic arm to use it, see?

That's enough harassment
of my client today.

Anything else?

You okay?

You can leave now, too.

Calm down, Tilda.

Just me.

How did you get in here?

I'm your mama. There is not a door
you have that I cannot unlock.

- Where are you going?
- Knew I should have left a while ago.

I'm sure you have some other
brownstone somewhere.

I have nothing left.

I borrowed these rags from Sugar's wife.

Everything I have is gone.
Except for you.

I have nowhere else to go.

No one I can trust.

Yeah, well, I need to be far
away from you right now.

I need to start fresh.

It's dangerous being around somebody

that doesn't know who they really are.

I know that you're all I have
left. I do know that much.

You don't even have me. You never did.

You tell the public one thing, but
the reality, oh, it's different.

The day I was born, you
just tossed me away.

I never tossed you away.

I remember that day. And
every minute in it.

Twenty-two hours of hard labor.

Your ass almost killed me.

But that wasn't the tough part.

The toughest part...

was holding the most
beautiful thing I'd ever seen,

but just for a moment.

I barely had time to
fall in love with you

before Mama Mabel snatched you away.

It broke my heart to lose you, Tilda.

That's what was the worst
part of last night.

I thought I was gonna lose you again.

Mama Mabel sent me away?

To our cousins, the Johnsons.

Mamie had just lost her baby, so they...

they were more than happy to claim you.

You never told me why I
ended up at the Johnsons'.

I remember Mamie Johnson.

I used to call her Meemaw.

That woman, she was always there for me.

But she made me keep a picture of you.

"That's your mama." That's
what she would say to me.

She always made sure I knew.

You were always loved.

And in spite of what you think...

you were always in my heart.

I do love you, sweetie.

There's something I think
I should show you.

Even if my men kill Mariah,

I am the only one to take on Luke Cage.

I need my strength and power, Anansi.

It's all gone.

I'll find more.

How?

I already took over the
ganja spots in the city.

I'll use light and water. I'll
make the nightshade here.

Impossible! You can't replicate the soil

and texture of the Blue Mountain, see?

It comes from the root, not science.

I'll make it work!

It'll keep me strong.

It will also poison your
mind, soul and spirit...

- Anansi.
- ... as it already has.

Listen to me. I need you here.
Help me finish what they started.

No.

I love you, Johnny, like me own son.

But love has limits.

Cho.

This young brother here
may be an old soul,

but let us remember Jesus
was a fully-grown man

when he was baptized
by John the Baptist.

It is never too late to
walk the walk of salvation.

- Mmm-hmm.
- It is never too late

to ask forgiveness in the Lord's eyes.

It is never too late

to press that, uh, reset
button and start over.

I'm gonna read from First Corinthians,

verses one and two,

"Moreover, brethren, I would not
that ye should be ignorant,

how that all our fathers
were under the cloud,

and all passed through the sea,

and were all baptized unto Moses
in the cloud and in the sea."

I now baptize you

in the name of the Father, the Son...

... and the Holy Spirit...

Go! Get out! Move!

Dad! Dad! That's enough, man!

He shot you.

Bullets bounce off, man.

I don't care. You can't
be shooting my baby.

- We gotta go.
- Okay.

It's called nightshade?

Yeah. I'm gonna need more time to

do some research to make sure, but...

if I can figure out how Bushmaster

combined nightshade with
these other elements,

I think maybe I can create
something to counter it.

Oh, this is ridiculous!

- Shut your ass up and get down now!
- The Stylers are here.

Bushmaster's goons?

Come on, let's go. Let's go.

Units are on their way.

Not waiting. Get us out of here now!

Shut up, Mariah.

Listen, we need to head
to the precinct now.

They just hit the front of the precinct.
Trust me, they will be back.

- Shit.
- You all right?

Is any place safe that
you could take us?

There's no such thing as safe when
you're fighting this asshole.

Hey, Misty. You still
got Danny's number?

Yeah.

Call him.

We need a favor.

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