Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

Line two. Hi, Amir.

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

Councilwoman, can we get just one comment?

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

No scratches... on you.

at Harlem's Paradise tonight,

maybe you should call Luke Cage instead of 911.

I'm still here.

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

Bobby. Bobby Fish.

[funk music playing]

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

Thank you. Whatever.

Is it cold, or is it just me?

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

Kill that noise.

don't exactly have a sterling reputation these days.

Your stomach can wait.

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

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

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

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

I gotta... I gotta stop now.

and some even frightened.

You could make a career out of robbing bad guys.

You know me. I always come correct.

Like you see things. [chuckles]

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

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

[floorboards creaking]

Thank you for your time.

[Luke] You can disappear.

I am a despicable human being.

My guys are pickin' up the guns right now.

[groaning weakly]