Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe they're not running.

Looks like we got company.

[Amir] Trish, Luke is good people and he belongs right here in Harlem.

You know, my Harlem is saturated with jazz, and good food,

- [footsteps approaching] - [door opens]

He could be both or either.

I wanna be the one to bring him in, ask him his side of the story.

I'm the woman trying to save your life.

A dead one at that.

I'm gonna circle around. You three, through the hole.

I texted you. Did you get it?

[Trish] If you're just joining us, this is Trish Talk

Yo, I'm on them right now.

when I first got bumped up off patrol?

You said you wanted something different. This is it.

Yeah, we can stop as soon as we get there and we're safe.

- Alex, no one goes in the back. - Mmm-hmm.

Somebody's in there.

First Fisk, then Cottonmouth.

How, uh... how you holdin' up?

- Can we drop you at home? - No, I'm fine.

Call us using the number at the bottom of your screen.

Not to trust you.

You mentioned Chico before you passed out.

That was me as a kid.

Look for a green van.

Uh, you mind if we go in now, Madam Councilwoman?

- Huh? - I got rapport.

If you don't make it straight with Domingo, you're done.

I can remove the bullet from his thigh...

- Text me later. - Okay.

And I have got what it takes to put him behind bars

- Muchas gracias, Mami. - De nada.

Well, how about this one?

This is beginning to become a habit.

The boy in that photo would grow up to be Cornell Stokes, aka Cottonmouth,

[Claire] We're gonna go up, okay?