Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You ain't ready, Carl.

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

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

Call it what you will, but...

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

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

When did people stop caring?

Give me five and an uppercut.

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

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

Ain't the same.

Have you received any medical treatment?

I know you both worry about me.

Thanks for keeping Harlem safe, baby.

Now the whole world gets to watch you fall.

If Claire leaves, I leave.

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

I traced the phone's credit card.

I feel terrible...

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

Don't forget to breathe, Carl.

My arm, your legs.

You still hit like a bitch.

Call it a vigilante, or a superhero...

Where you going, Carl?

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

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

Do the right thing.

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

Luke Cage is going at it.

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

There were a lot of dirty hands.