Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Give me five and an uppercut.

- Come on, Luke. - Don't give up, Luke!

When did people stop caring?

My arm, your legs.

There were a lot of dirty hands.

Oh, come on. You're not even gonna try to move?

Ain't the same.

This suit's Hammer tech, made just for you.

On the ground, now! We got Judas bullets, Cage.

You still hit like a bitch.

Thanks for keeping Harlem safe, baby.

So be it. I'm not being redundant. I'm just being thorough.

I know you both worry about me.

Call it a vigilante, or a superhero...

I feel terrible...

There's no way around it. But I can still spin this.

Call it what you will, but...

I'mma whoop your ass up and down the block.

Do the right thing.

I should be healed up in a couple of hours, right?

- You murdered her! - Hey, hey, hey!

You ain't ready, Carl.

Where you going, Carl?

Have you received any medical treatment?

Don't forget to breathe, Carl.

Now, the coroner thought it was maybe a heavy waste basket.

I traced the phone's credit card.

Now the whole world gets to watch you fall.

If Claire leaves, I leave.

Come on, Luke. Get him. Kick his ass!

Luke Cage is going at it.

Where's your offense? This ain't patty-cake!