Marvel's Luke Cage

All right, here's the plan. Triple-cuff him.

Alpha team, you take point positions in the convoy.

Bravo team will bring up the rear.

Remember, we're clear to engage,

so if he so much as looks at you funny, light him up.

Copy that.

You hear that, freak? I got something special for you.

This isn't necessary.

Yeah, it is.

No. You need to let us finish. Ms. Knight. Ms. Knight!

It's Detective Knight, and I'm fine.

I need a moment with Cage.

Misty, we have special orders.

Mario, come on.

I was just held hostage.

I just need a minute with him.

All right. We'll be right here. We got your back.

Clear!

You going down.

It's about damn time.

Cottonmouth, Officer Albini, what just popped off in there...

Look, your friend is in the wind.

They've got public enemy number one in handcuffs for the whole world to see...

so they're not looking for anybody else.

Every officer in your detail has those modified Judas bullets.

I wouldn't try anything if I were you...

before I got to the precinct.

You're not that crazy, are you?

Always.

Take his ass to jail.

Come on.

All right, let's go. We're rolling.

Three sets of cuffs? Isn't that overkill?

The camera's on. We need to look like we're in control.

It's a shit detail.

You'd think ESU would be in the back with those guns pointed at him.

We've got the same guns and bullets they do.

You know, my wife says it's the end of days,

people like him popping up.

They've been saying that since Eve bit the apple.

Cage? He's evolution.

Whatever he is, it's just scary.

Makes me feel small. Insignificant.

Insecure?

You know what they say. Once you go black, you never go back.

At least that's what your wife keeps telling me.

I was fast asleep when she came home. Your daughter already wore me out.

Just sit tight.

God damn it.

Homeless lady. Can't they move her out of the way?

You are in the path of a police convoy.

Clear the road immediately.

Come on!

Cage must not escape. Fire at will!

Go, go, go, go, go!

He went down the south side.

Somebody give me a sitrep right now!

Team two... Let's go, let's go!

Young cops always wanna chase somebody.

Me, I'd rather be where they're already going.

They told us these Judas bullets can kill someone like you.

You don't want to die? Don't run.

I'd rather die than go back to prison.

Live free or die?

You wanna get all New Hampshire about this shit?

Fine with me.

- Cop killers don't survive these streets. - I didn't kill a cop.

My problem isn't with you or yours.

It's much bigger than that.

Some people are calling you a hero for what you did.

Connie's, Pop's...

I'm no hero.

But I do need to take out the person responsible for all this.

You don't recognize me, do you?

I've seen you at Pop's before.

Pop cut my hair for 12 years.

He didn't think he was a hero, either.

He was just trying to do some right after years of wrong.

I hope I'm right about you.

More people rooting for you than you think.

- What are you gonna tell your people? - The truth.

I had you in my sights, but you outran me.

I'm getting old.

Luke?

You better catch that slippery son of a bitch.

Moments after the tumultuous events at Harlem's Paradise,

fugitive and alleged cop killer Luke Cage was brought out in handcuffs.

And now the city's most...

Hey, I'm glad you called me, Willis.

Luke Cage is on the run. They got Shades in bracelets,

but they're gonna be onto you before long, brother.

Best believe that.

Getting ghost and liquidizing your cash, that was the right move.

- Luke Cage must be approached with... - I wouldn't touch any of that.

People don't test me more than once.

- I overstand. - Hmm.

What you need me for?

I understand you're a man of discretion and taste

with numerous connections willing to pay full price for my wares.

I can still collect from the shadows.

- Bad news, Diamondback. - Take those off!

I went to your crib. The files you had are gone.

I had you, didn't I?

I couldn't resist.

I like you, Zip.

You've got ambition. It'll take you far...

as long as you stay in your place.

The first of the 48 laws of power.

Never outshine the master.

That was the mistake Shades made.

He questioned me. He doubted me. He tried to reach too far.

He was on some Icarus shit.

Do you know who that is?

Yeah, he had a verse with Kendrick.

- Right? - No...

Icarus was the boy who flew too close to the sun with fake wings.

Shades is no problem. He's still in custody.

Not for long.

- You gonna blow the joint up? - No, he's going to be bailed out.

The hell for? That don't make no sense!

See? The questioning.

That's how it starts.

I'm gonna have an opening.

You gonna step up?

I'm down to do whatever you need.

- No problem. - Good boy.

So are you down?

I'm down.

As long as the business is business, I'm good with it.

Till then, I'm out of here, man.

Show Turk out, Zip.

Romeo would roll over in his grave,

the way you hop-skipping with these cats nowadays.

He was a man on these streets. You's a boy.

What the hell are you talking about?

You're down here in his pocket, same as me.

I'm doing business with him, yes.

But I ain't his boy. And I definitely ain't his bitch.

These old-ass niggas talkin' about shit they don't even know about.

So... what's in the box?

One of the seven deadly sins, my boy...

which I plan to unleash on dear old Carl.

Which one?

Wrath.

This Diamondback needs to be dealt with.

Ernesto is right, Domingo. This is the perfect time to do it.

We've got the muscle.

Plus, with the Cuban, Jamaican, Dominican and Haitian leaders dead,

we can control the drugs, guns, all of it...

and walk out like kings.

I was there when he took them all out.

Right next door.

We got the drugs.

We got that money.

But with the guns, we can control everything.

Here, the islands, further south...

We'd be unstoppable. Hmm?

So what are you saying?

We take him out.

We go after what's ours.

Let's go find Diamondback.

Turn and face the camera.

All right, let's go. Move it.

You're supposed to be in the hospital.

Push yourself too hard too soon and you could make it worse, you know.

- I appreciate your concern. - No, you don't.

I need you at 100%.

I need to prove Luke Cage is innocent.

Well, the hostages have all been consistent

that Luke Cage never held them at gunpoint.

He was set up. You know it, Priscilla.

Half this damn department knows it.

We need to be going after Willis Stryker.

Well, then why is Luke Cage running?

He's a black man being chased by the cops...

oh, with special bullets.

Accused of killing a cop,

and you're asking why he's running? Come on.

Look at how relaxed Hernan "Shades" Alvarez is.

He knows he's not going anywhere anytime soon,

so he's resting up.

He knows he's guilty.

See this perp?

Look how his foot is bouncing. Nervous.

No wonder his street name is Sugar.

I don't even have to say a word, and here come the waterworks.

He's probably innocent...

or less guilty than whoever he's about to give up.

That's a detectives' wives' tale.

You can't prove guilt or innocence by that.

Oh, but you can...

- because Luke gave you his word. - Luke...

Right now, his actions are speaking louder than his words.

Luke Cage...

saved my life.

I don't dispute that we should be bringing in Diamondback,

but to get to the truth, we need to bring them both in.

Okay, well, let me lead the charge. Make sure Luke is brought in safely.

He threw away his chance when he jumped out that damn van.

Now they will shoot him on sight with the mayor's blessing.