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Vamos, el negro!

- Really, guys?
- Hey, he gotta know we tried, man.

You tell any fool dumb enough to put
my name on a package that I'm comin'.

You hear me?

Yo, I got that Luke Cage.
That Luke Cage. Shit is bulletproof.

What's my name?

Mmm-hmm.

Everybody talkin' about Luke Cage
like he's Jesus.

Got magazines callin' him
the Bulletproof Black Man

with Barack's easy smile, Martin's charm
and Malcolm's forthright swagger.

Mmm. For the sisters,

he's a sumptuous, dark roast to savor.

Brown-eyed handsome man
of their fantasies.

And for the hard rocks,

he's the ghetto bogeyman
of their nightmares.

Luke Cage makes
conventional cop work irrelevant.

Harlem's worship of Luke Cage
has reached golden calf proportions.

Luke Cage is soul brother number one!

But I want to ask you
to ask yourselves one thing.

Who is he really, Luke Cage?

Does he serve the Lord,

or does he serve himself?

Oh, get to the point, Rev.

What I'm tellin' you...

I'm tellin' ya is that you...

you have to take the opportunity
to become the hero for yourself.

You have to take all your hopes,
dreams and, yes, your fury

to make a plan

that will generate that change
that you wanna come.

And you have to realize that not one man
can save a community.

One man cannot do it by himself,

no matter how good, no matter how strong.

And believe me,
Luke Cage is nothin' but a man.

And there's a reason
we do not worship men.

Because we're weak,
subject to temptation, ego,

vainglorious, spiteful.

Oh, yes, Lord knows we are spiteful.

Bulletproof skin doesn't change nature.

We shouldn't have to move.

What's this "we" all of a sudden?
You just started working here.

We got tour buses every other hour.
This spot's world-famous now.

Well, your videos don't make it easier.

The brother can't eat a sandwich
without you pointing a camera in his face.

Look, I'm his Howard Bingham.

I didn't choose Luke's life.
Luke life chose me.

Yeah, well, Luke's life is expensive.

Insurance went through the roof
when Diamondback wrecked the shop.

Landlord's about to double the rent.

Luke can cash in anytime he wants,
you know what I'm sayin'?

Bulletproof's got to be worth somethin'.

Well, Luke's not driven by money.

Who ain't driven by money?
That's why they call it money.

You know, that's the problem
with your generation.

Oh, here comes the "generation" speech.

Yeah, with the selfies, the groupies,
the dick pics, the twitty-twit-tweet...

I mean, y'all even take pictures
of your food.

You gotta make sure that's real, too?

First, god, niggas always wanna be famous.

Dancin' in the end zones, slam dunk,

all of that was invented
before I was born,

and I don't remember Malcolm or Martin
turning down many interviews.

That's 'cause they used publicity
to communicate our message.

Money is the message.

Or it should be.

Get paid, black man.
Get yours. Everyone else is.

- We're here...
- What the...

...at the world famous Pop's Barber Shop,

waiting for the hero of Harlem,
Luke Cage, to arrive!

Come on, man, that's my job.
Get out of here.

Where's the love, fam?

They follow him everywhere
since that Harlem's Hero app came out.

You see, that's how they do.

They?

The black man motivates.

The other man imitates.

I'm just surprised a bulletproof white man
hasn't shown up yet.

Give 'em 20 minutes,

I'm sure they'll invent one.

Ooh.

That kind of night, huh?

Yeah.

I don't think this black college
sponsorship thing is gonna work, Bobby.

Logo is too big of a target.

Well, a logo's a terrible thing to waste.

The Carhartt shipment just came in.

And, uh...

he came back again, too.

Hate the fact
that there's a package out there

with my name on it, man.

Oh, that's because you're hot.

And, brother, you are en fuego.

Look here. "A bulletproof black man

with Barack's easy smile, Martin's charm
and Malcolm's forthright swagger."

No pressure, right?

Breakin' the Internet
don't make it easier to hide.

I don't need the spotlight.

The free coffee's kinda cool, though.

What?

What?

Hey, Claire's home brew
is plenty strong, man.

Don't even go there.

All right.

You know, the rent's doubled.

This moving thing is real, Luke.

There's always a little cash
lying around after you...

Look, man, we cannot profit off of misery.

Well, Crispus Attucks rebuilt this place
the first time around.

That was restitution, Bobby.

Just because you a woke superhero
don't mean you gotta be a broke superhero.

All I'm sayin' is, Luke, just...

think about sponsorship.

To build a bigger foundation
for Pop's dream.

I have dreams, too, Bobby.

Can I breathe first?

- You're off-balance.
- Bullshit. It's a ball.

No, it's good. The nerves are still there.
You have sensation.

Don't look at me like that.

If I had to do it again, I would.
It's the job, okay?

It's the risk.

But I don't need your pity.

You saved my life.

I know we're not
supposed to talk about it.

And no one is ever gonna know what
Matt Murdock did under Midland Circle.

Or what you did for me and Colleen.

It's not pity.

It's appreciation.

Look, you wanna appreciate me, Claire...

hold on to what you got.

And make Luke realize

that no matter how much he loves
fighting the fight,

it's not gonna love him back.

I hear you, Misty. I really do.

Rivals?

We ain't got none.

All those fires you put out,
and there's always one more.

Punching water.

When I was a young sheriff,

that's what my training officer, Cortez,
used to call it.

No matter how many times
your fist hits the water,

it always refilled itself.

Like you never punched it at all.

Who do you like for your drug connect?

El Tercero. El Rey.

Could be two people for all I know.

Look... the department's
not moving fast enough.

People are OD'ing left and right.
I gotta stop it.

But, right now, it's just... it's just me.

I could really use a partner.

I am done.

I really am.

I'm sorry.

Look, I'll, um,
I'll catch up with you later.

Misty.

Yo, we're ready for this one.

Yeah.

Plastics. That's our future?

Damn, none of y'all saw The Graduate?

No, but yes, plastics.

That's how Atreus got their start.
They're small, but brilliant.

If they were acquired by Glenn Industries,
however, they'd be the next Dow Chemical.

I have known Mark Higgins of Atreus
for years.

He really gets off on being

head of the largest black-owned
plastics company in the world.

I hear they on
some revolutionary shit right now.

They've got indestructible plastics
for military use,

but they also have a 75-inch OLED monitor
that's paper thin,

you could roll up like a poster,
carry it with you.

Weighs two pounds. American made.

But nobody knows about this yet
besides Glenn Industries.

So that's why you want our money.

Atreus' stock is low.

You buy a controlling interest
before they announce this new tech,

a $20 million investment
could be worth billions.

That's inside information.

It's the best kind.
My grandmother thrived on it.

- When do you need our investment?
- Yesterday, okay?

I've already set up the shell company
in the Caymans.

You've already given me power of attorney,
so you're insulated.

Mark Higgins won't wanna sell
that company.

But if you can convince
Mark Higgins otherwise,

you'll never have to worry about money
another day in your life.

Legitimate millions.

Nothin' to launder.

Blackmail.

Sexpionage.

Want another round?

We're good.

Are you and your aunt
celebrating a special occasion?

Hmm, nephew?

Hmm? Wanna be called "Nephew"?

Hmm?

We good.

Hernan...

let it go. Let it go.

Hey, it works.

Who gives a shit what anybody thinks?

You're right.

Plastics, huh?

So you actually said, "What's my name?"

Yeah. Reclaimin' the streets.

Let them know.

What does that even mean exactly?

That my name is my name.

I control it, not them.

Like a brand.

Maybe.

I'm not against that.

We could use the money

if we're ever gonna get out
of my mom's apartment.

You, too?

Hey, cops get paid, so do firemen.
Why should you be any different?

Look, that's part of the problem.

Nobody knows if you're a cop,
a hero or a vigilante.

You gotta formalize it.

Yeah, that's... Mr. Cage, please?

I got it.

- Mm-hm.
- Thank you. Thank you.

Everybody loves you.

Yeah, everybody loves you
when it's goin' right.

It always turns.

Luke, breathe.

Calm down.

Slow down and smell the roses.

Seriously.

You know, you smellin' good right now.

Oh, and you're still corny.

And you still like it.

No, please.

Please! Please!

What's my name?

Every siren's not for you.

The street works
the other 9:00 to 5:00, baby.

What's up?

Look like you lost about 30 pounds.

Prison?

Fatherhood. I had a baby girl, man.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

I know this ain't your car,
so I guess you still in the game.

This is my pride and joy.
I bodyguard and I drive now.

Who you drivin' for? Mariah?

She's done.

What do you mean, she's done?

They goin' legit,

and they're sellin' the Hammer contact
to the highest bidder.

Who's bidding?

You tell me.

Who's got all the money in the streets?
Who always needs guns?

You think of anything else,
call me at Pop's.

You got it.

- Come on, man!
- You did good, Sugar.

But I know you're lyin' about something,
and I can't let you get away with it.

I'm sorry.

You're petty, man!
Something's wrong with you.

You got my card.

Third one.

And you didn't think to call or drop by?

We need to talk.

Why? You could've seen me plenty
when I was at Seagate.

You left early,
and you didn't leave behind an address.

Bullshit.

You watch your mouth!

Would you have preferred I said
"Sweet Christmas"?

Actually, yes.

I wrote you 45 letters, man.

It was 50,
and I sent 'em all back to sender.

I was raw, and I wasn't ready.

I am now.

You couldn't have come to see me once
after she died?

The warden had to tell me?

Now here you are.

Arms wide, hand out.

You need money, right?

Always, but not from you.

You dyin'?

A little bit every day,
just like everybody else.

I'm surprised you're not doing interviews,

tellin' everybody that I'm your son,
fillin' up your little pews.

I was rockin' full congregations
before you were born, negro,

on my name alone.

Wow.

You are still the same egotistical bastard
that you have always been.

Well, I'm not bulletproof,
but it works for me.

You... You...

You think the world revolves around you.

You got all these folks out here
wantin' to be you, lookin' up to you,

but what are you really doing for them?

Savin' souls my way...

walking the righteous path
on my own terms...

and cleaning up your messes.

I'm not perfect, Carl.
At least I can admit that.

But don't we both,
both of us, deserve a fresh start?

Bring Mama back from the dead.

Could you do that?

Then maybe we'll talk.

And my name is not Carl anymore.

Your name is the name I gave you, boy.

Carl.

Just like Willis, right?

Stand up.

Nope, over here.

Turn around.

Whoa. Missed the butt.

Now the front.

If you just look at this job
as being a hostess...

all you'll have to show for it
is ankle pain from the six-inch heels

and the constant ogling
that belies someone of your education.

Instead, why not play both sides
against the middle?

You've done it your whole life.

In one way in Lakeville
and another on Flatbush.

You will find there is something in common

with the rappers, the moguls,
the politicians and the hustlers

that come to Paradise
lookin' for something.

Clock that,

own it,

and this entire city could be yours.

There are intangible benefits

to being provocative, yet friendly.

You understand?

I do.

C'est bon.

You start tomorrow, Billie.

Stephanie, ma'am.

I don't mean to correct you.

No, you're Billie.

It's those sad, compelling eyes of yours.

They're gonna make men want to save you...

and tell you things.

Hey, we'll use that.

I'm still better than you.

- Where's Harlem?
- Uptown.

Across the bridge.

You are ready to go?

No.

Harlem will have to wait.

Hmm.

First, we take Brooklyn.

Hey, man.

- How was it?
- Awful.

My homeboy's devastated.

His daughter was 15.

People are dropping like flies
from that Luke Cage heroin.

Look, I know you're doing your best, bro,
but can you step it up?

Look, it's not like guns, D-Dub.
Those sources are easier to shut down.

Drugs are everywhere.
You shut down one corner, two more pop up.

You got a name yet?

El Tercero is all I got.
Nothing in Harlem yet.

You try Washington Heights?

Wait a minute.

I don't know about El Tercero,

but there's this guy, Arturo Gomez.

He's a Dominican cat.
He was a stick-up kid and hustler.

He used to run this crew
called the Rivals.

Nah, he wasn't no Rival.

That was Shades, Comanche,
and Romeo's old crew.

If he was a Dominican player,
he probably was a Diablo.

They expanded into Harlem
from Washington Heights,

but got taken out

by this Brooklyn-Jamaican posse
called the Yardies.

Wait, wait, wait.

I know that face. Let me see Arturo again.

This guy's on TV 24/7.

Arturo Gomez III.

Looks like the other guy.

That works.
He changed his last name to Rey.

Reinvented himself.

El Tercero.

The Third.

Merlin. Arturo Rey?

King Arthur.

Sometimes the answer's
right in front of you.

Gotcha.

Brief me again.

Leave nothing out.

At table two, you have Arturo Rey III.

The discount furniture king
of Washington Heights.

He smuggles coke and smack in his couches.

He pushed the Colon brothers
out the coke biz once Domingo died.

But the heroin is his real cash cow.

At table six, you have
Nigel Garrison and the Yardies.

He runs all the guns and gangs

in Crown Heights
and part of Jamaica, Queens.

You remember the night
at the table at Colon's gym...

with his brother, when Diamondback...

Who could forget it?

Who is that? At the bar
with your jailbird homeboy?

Dontrell "Cockroach" Hamilton.

New-school uptown player.

Scarfe tainted his conviction,
so they had to let him go.

That uncouth nigga
got $20 mil laying around?

Runs an off-book casino.

Might not have the pedigree yet, but...

he has the high-rollin' rapper
and athlete clientele.

These are our best customers.

Why sell the business when there's
so much more money to be made?

If you need cash, just flip the Basquiat.

Never.

That painting is in my family.

If this investment
with Piranha Jones works,

every sin ever committed
by the Stokes family washes away.

This deal represents
the complete end of risk.

Now that's priceless, too.

Damn, shawty is svelte. Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Svelte?

Means she thick and she thin
at the same time.

Give a nigga a thesaurus,
and now he's Shakespeare.

What was you reading
when you was at Seagate?

Machiavelli.

Tupac wrote a book?

See your man Shades came up real quickly
while we was gone.

Yeah. He's ridin' high.

Mmm-hmm.

Listen, this game might be chess,
but it ain't no rocket science.

I'm gonna tell you like a nigga told me.

Never underestimate how quickly old pussy
can raise a man's stature to new heights.

Shoot your shot, gentlemen.

My millions are already legit.
I've got the product.

Your guns represent
further profit and protection,

and a fortified wall
between Washington Heights and Harlem.

I'll bring peace.

Nigel, wagwan?

My brethren fought the Reyes in the past.

But now, we can make money together.

But for your guns, I can maintain peace
uptown and in Brooklyn.

And fight off the Russians, Koreans,

or any other blood clot crew
that wants to test.

My bad, rude boy.
Pardon me.

With all due respect, Miss Mariah...

you'd be a fool, you give
any of these niggas any real power.

See, me,
I don't even want your whole business.

Just controlling interest.

So we can get money together. Forever.

Keep Harlem black...

the way it should be.

Southern black.

I ain't talkin'
about no cigar-smokin' black,

ganja-smokin' black.

Black black.

I think you know what I'm talkin' about.

Be cool. I got this.

He ain't gonna do shit.
Put your guns away, gentlemen.

Prison did your body good.

You fightin' them off in the showers, huh?

You got jokes?

What you gonna do, Luke?

You gonna arrest me?
You gonna slap me around?

You'd probably like that.

Oh, we could tussle a little bit,
no doubt.

But...

I think it might make
your girlfriend Claire a little jealous.

I like her dress.

Be a shame if something happened to her.

Take her home, Carl.

You take her home.

What the hell are you doing?

How did you even find me?

I used the Harlem's Hero app,
just like everybody else.

Your celebrity distracts people,
including you.

While you weren't looking,

I blended into the crowd and waited till
they went upstairs, and I took photos.

Everybody in VIP or her office
is a player, right?

You're gonna need to ID them.
All I did was pretend to take selfies.

Claire, you...

I'm your backup, not just your woman.

You don't leave me behind,

especially when you're gonna do
something stupid.

Look, every time I look at Misty's arm,

or... or what used to be her arm,

I think of you
and what could have happened.

You don't think I do the same thing?

That's the risk that we take.

No, she takes that risk. I take that risk.
That's our job, not yours!

You're not invincible!

Somebody's gonna figure out
how to hurt you.

They already have.

I can't lose you.

I love you.

You can't lose me.

Woman...

you are a pain in my ass.

You know that?

You're no picnic, either.

That's why this works.

- Luke Cage. Who's this?
- It's Sugar, man.

Make it sweet, Sugar, or I'll be bitter.

I heard some shit.

Drove some cats that work for Arturo
out to Mount Vernon.

They were going to a bachelor party
out at Sue's Rendezvous.

Drunk off they asses.

Anyway, what I heard them say in English
was about a shipment near the river.

- The river?
- Yeah. Who would ever think to look there?

You're in my cape.

Whatever, Power Man.

Ouch.

It's me.

He took the bait.

Where's my money?

Whoa.

What the hell are you doing out?
You ain't eligible for parole.

I wasn't.

They tossed my conviction,
thanks to your man Scarfe.

What?

I know, right?

I was ecstatic.

I would take the nigga out for a drink,
like back in the day, but...

Ah... Yeah.

Uh, well... I guess I can thank you
for arresting me illegally.

- Nigga, I ain't have shit to do with that.
- Ooh.

Even if you did,
it's double jeopardy, sugar.

Got to love the loopholes.
Make America great again if you ask me.

Ain't nobody ask you shit.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

I know you arrested me and everything,

- but, God, baby, you fine as hell.
- Ugh.

Why don't you roll with me, huh?
I could take care of you.

Given your whole condition,
we'd always find a parking spot.

Let me take you to Foxwoods.
Play the one-armed bandit.

Think about it, sweetheart.

That's not your usual.

It's my grandmother's favorite.

It's her birthday today.

Why celebrate someone you hate?

That's what family is for.

It's the hate that makes it special.

Cockroach is right.

We can minimize our stake
and still see perpetual risk-free money.

By going with Arturo III,
we are not selling for top dollar.

But we protect Harlem

by giving our guns to somebody
who is stable and not a lunatic.

Do you know what a half billion dollars
will do for my family's name?

My name is Dillard...

but I'm haunted by being a Stokes.

One deal changes all of that.

You could have all the money in the world,

you still ain't nothing but a nigga
to some people.

Ms. Nigga.

Tell me you're not sick
of all this bullshit.

Hmm?

Don't you want to give Hernan a chance,

instead of Shades?

Hmm?

Arturo will settle tonight.

I even gave him some presents upfront...

to sweeten the deal.

I trust you, man.

- Like no one else.
- Mmm.

You rock me.

Ouch.

I don't understand.

Neither do I.

Ooh, ooh, ooh! Got it all, man.

- Yo, man, what are you doing here?
- Harlem's Hero app, man.

Every time someone spots you,
you get tagged.

It's like Waze, for you.

Let me guess. You gonna post it, right?

You know it!

Whatever, man.
So how do I look?

Yo.

You on that superhero shit for real,
all tattered and shit. Straight official.

Forget this, man.

Yo, I'm Luke Cage.

You can't burn me, you can't blast me,
and you definitely can't break me.

You wanna test me? Step up.

I'm right here. I ain't going nowhere.
You know where to find me.

I am Harlem, and Harlem is me.

Dab on 'em!

Get paid, black man! Get paid!

Captain.

Detective Knight!

When did you transfer
from Midtown Homicide?

Oh, when Ridley made deputy chief
and got transferred to One Police Plaza.

Not to be impolite,
but what are you doing here?

I'm back.

Only a fool walks away from
three-quarters pension, tax-free for life.

You're a lot of things,
but you're nobody's fool.

I don't want a Purple Heart.

I want my job back.

You're not ready.

To be a poster child? You're damn right.

Cockroach got out.

Ran into his ass
outside the damn grocery store.

How many other cases got bounced
because of Scarfe?

As many as 30.

Well, then I'm gonna put them all back,
one at a time.

Damn, boy. What happened?

Arturo Rey III is all yours.

His car's parked outside.

El Tercero, my ass.

This is a part of a Judas bullet
and a Judas gun.

- That's automatic federal time, right?
- Hell, yeah.

Might be enough to get Arturo to talk.

Or give up two other folks
down at Harlem's Paradise

I am dying to holler at.

Mr. Cage.

I'm Captain Ridenhour.

I heard about you.
Your reputation precedes you.

I can say the same for you.

You can't keep doing what you're doing.

Kicking ass and shutting down drug labs?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I've got a map
that says otherwise.

Oh. That's just
my reputation preceding me.

You're an unlicensed weapon.
You need to work with us, legally.

I'm doing your work for you, allegedly.

Step up.

Okay?

Make me believe again.

It's good to see you back
where you belong, Misty.

How'd you get in here?

If that's the question you're asking,
you're in worse shape than I thought, boy.

Johnny? Ah you dat?

Bushmaster.

Dem call me Bushmaster now.

My brother said you would never come here.

And your brother told me
he'd never do business with a Stokes.

I warn him. He went to a meeting with her
and end up dead.

You don't tell me for my business

or what's right for my business
outta nowhere!

- You talk rude to me?
- No.

I speak at you, not to you.

You're soft and weak.

You talk tough.

Think you can take out Mariah Dillard?

- Take over Harlem?
- Mariah Stokes.

Mariah Stokes.

Harlem is mine.

Ah mi birthright, you know.

Even if you take out Mariah,

if you want Harlem,
you still have to take out Luke Cage.

And him answers to no one.

Luke Cage. The Bulletproof Man.

Mi seen it with my two eyes.

Him crumbles guns like paper.

You're saying paper covers rock?

Who do you think you're talking to?

Mi from the rock, too, you know?

I am the rock.

Anybody want to leave, now's the time.

Oh, you stay?

Good.

We have work to do.

A Judas bullet bounced right off me.

If you ever say
Claire Temple's name aloud again...

I'll kill you.

I'll go to jail with a smile on my face.

No bullet can kill me.

No jail can hold me.

You hear me?

Nothing can stop me from getting to you.