Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, I don't think it's a break.

- [sighs] - [Claire] Oh... Oh, my God!

Not unless they worked in the kitchen.

What the hell are you doing calling me out by my first name?

[people screaming]

I don't wanna bleed to death on the floor, like Scarfe.

The story of Cain and Abel.

- This is some bullshit. - You got Luke Cage?

was Carl Lucas.

- But it's a pretty bad sprain. - [sighs]

[Stryker] Scour this whole place.

[softly] Let's go.

I believe you, Misty.

[Misty breathing heavily]

- I gotta take him out. - You're walking into a trap.

- One... - [yells]

Yo, Lopes. Escort the night nurse here downstairs.

[creaking continues]

[stutters] Uh, it must be in, uh, the staff locker downstairs.

We got you, Detective. Let me look at your arm.

I was a Stryker.

and I was powerless.

[screaming continues]

wasn't man enough to give his first son his last name.

Either one of them could blow our cover story.

And I ain't gonna lie, Misty.

Anybody resists, blindfold 'em.

Did he set you up for Cottonmouth's murder, too?

There's movement at the door.

There's no way they'll agree to that.

- What? - I need you to pass out.

[indistinct chatter]

[Chang] We got a call.