Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[man 2] Come on, man. My shit's dead.

Good. I don't need another dime. I need $100,000.

[sighs] Swiss cheese shirt.

Put the word out on the street.

- I'm not sleeping with you. - Whoa! Did I say anything about that?

- Who's that? - Okay. Why?

Earl found it and accidentally shot himself.

- Breathe. - [Misty] Hey!

I'm still not sure what I am.

The one shown to us in that video.

You're on the wrong side of the glass for that, baby girl.

[tires screeching]

Always treats my wife and me with respect.

My niggas loaded up the stash right before the cops arrived.

[laughs] Ain't that the truth.

- and I can't do anything about that here. - [sighs]

[Mariah] What do you mean you shot him, Cornell?

About $100,000 worth.

- [sighs] - Your new VH1 show?

but Perez is stopping me.

Why do you think you never found Tone?

They're afraid of the headlines. Police corruption.

Maybe you should work for Kodak. That was deep. [chuckles]

We've heard that speech from you a million times and a half.

He took me under his wing. He taught me how to police for real.

- We should just head back to the precinct. - No.

He can't really walk.

Bleedin'... and in the wind.

They're probably closing the whole island down.

You always think the worst.

[Trish] I think it's noteworthy that the only people I've spoken to that criticize

Maybe I could help.

Cornell! How could you be so stupid?

[theme music playing]

[Sophia] Oh, yeah, missy?

[breathing heavily] Just like they did Chico.

[Scarfe grunts]

[chuckles] Being hood famous is bad enough.

That ought to be plenty to send him on a nice permanent trip.

I, for one, would like to thank Luke Cage for all the work he's doing in Harlem.

[snorts and laughs] Shit!

of murder investigations I covered up to save his ass.

And what the hell was Luke Cage doing with Detective Scarfe?

That's right near One Police Plaza.

or saw him on the news and jumped to conclusions.

It's all piled up in there, just waiting for you.

Detective Scarfe tried to squeeze me for 100 grand.

That's not Scarfe. That's his son, Earl.

- Councilwoman! Councilwoman! - [door closes]

But we both agree that Harlem is a better place with the shop open.

They found him, they'll find me.

[Diontey] We're near the barber shop. We'll head that way.

Oh, that's a... that's a personal photograph.

Yeah, of course, of course. Go on.

I think I'm gonna have to stay, lay low here for a little while.

Don't get up. Stay right here. Hold.

Last week, two kids started a fight,

You know he got one with his fine ass.