Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look, look, look, Scarfe's not comin'.

Kill that noise.

Cage is bulletproof. I've seen it myself. It's real.

I gotta... I gotta stop now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold his head.

[funk music playing]

[Luke] You can disappear.

You know me. I always come correct.

Thank you for your time.

Thank you. Whatever.

No scratches... on you.

Councilwoman, can we get just one comment?

[floorboards creaking]

I'm still here.

Your stomach can wait.

If the bullet pierced his liver, he's gonna have internal bleeding,

Let me, uh, let me speak to him. Where's he at?

"I ain't no hero. Pay me."

maybe you should call Luke Cage instead of 911.

Like you see things. [chuckles]

Get him round-the-clock protection until he can testify against Cottonmouth.

Line two. Hi, Amir.

don't exactly have a sterling reputation these days.

Zip... I think I just saw the van.

I have always tried to make clear what I want...

[groaning weakly]

Bobby. Bobby Fish.

at Harlem's Paradise tonight,

No cash, no guns. No guns, no Domingo.

[Luke] I have some stuff back at the crib.

I am a despicable human being.

- Well, let's hope we get a hit on it. - [cell phone ringing]

Okay. You didn't even touch your coffee this morning.

So, the only thing you can think about afterwards is if they're okay.

You could make a career out of robbing bad guys.

and some even frightened.

Is it cold, or is it just me?

My guys are pickin' up the guns right now.