02x06 - The Basement

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Okay.

sh*t.

sh*t.

sh*t.

sh*t.

sh*t.

Mr.

Cage! You can release the little guppy.

Or you can fight.

The choice is yours.

You think we lost him? Mr.

Cage! Does it sound like we did? Hear me now.

Search everywhere.

There.

- Above! - Sweet Christmas.

Up on the rooftop there! Go! Go! Go! - Hurry.

- Find them! What? How we gonna make that? I can't make that.

Oh, hell, no! God damn.

You won't have to.

Get him! Now! Damn.

You got five seconds to tell me why your boss invaded Harlem and what he wants with Raymond Jones.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Rassclaat! This way.

Up there! I can't.

He ain't gonna make it.

How the hell you do that? Don't look so surprised, man.

Let's go.

Damn.

Look what you did to my leg, Luke.

Supposed to save me, not hurt me.

sh*t.

"Rassclaat.

" What does that even mean? That's a foul.

Didn't he see that? - They hesitating.

They gonna lose.

- Huh? What you say? They got too much power, too much talent.

They cannot lose.

And now, a WBPJ breaking news update.

Tonight, a grisly discovery at Harlem's Shirley Chisholm Complex turned a ribbon-cutting celebration into a macabre nightmare.

A warning: The visuals you are about to see are deeply disturbing.

Come on in! Three severed heads were placed at the complex, owned by former councilwoman Mariah Dillard.

And with emerging reports of an armed att*ck at a party thrown by Harlem-based Wall Street impresario Raymond "Piranha" Jones and Mexican cartel-level v*olence, one wonders if there are more ominous events ahead.

No matter where you go, savagery.

Pure savagery.

Where's the talent in that? Where's the power? All I see is fear.

Talk, bredren.

Piranha's gone.

He's running.

- How? - Luke Cage.

Rassclaat.

- You check the Harlem's Hero app? - I did.

Nothing yet.

Call Irie Cabs.

Tell Berchel I need Done.

He gave me four cabs to cover the area.

I don't want four cabs.

I want every cab.

Flood the streets, and he'll float to the surface.

You hear? Yeah, skipper.

And, Sheldon, hear me now.

No weakness.

No excuses.

Move.

Move! Psst! I'm good.

I don't need no ride, man.

You seen Luke Cage? Nah, man.

The brother don't got a smoke signal.

He just kinda shows up, right on time.

Check the barbershop.

Keep asking around for him.

He'll find you.

We good? We're good.

Walk good, bredren.

Ma, I'm around the corner.

Tell Aunt Val to stay at home.

The streets is hot.

Whew.

sh*t.

Man, you gotta get me out of here.

Not until you tell me why the Stylers are after you.

I ain't had no R&B group at my party.

The Jamaicans, sucker, from Brooklyn.

Why are they after you? Or is it somebody you deal with? What's your connection to Mariah Dillard and Shades Alvarez? Stacks.

Bills.

Gouda.

Paper.

Greenbacks.

Ducats.

They're my clients.

I get 'em paid.

Hold up.

Why are you questioning me? You work for me.

I'm paying you.

You are my Hero for Hire.

Well, where's my money, honey? You still owe me from the party.

Look, I'm good for it, okay? Just get me safe, and I'll set you straight for life.

Why should I protect you? You tried to sh**t me for fun.

I was just trippin', bro.

You know how we do.

Come on, man.

You're wasting my time.

We're done.

You just gonna give your word and take it back? sh*t! sh*t! Hey.

That's very unprofessional, brother, okay? No wonder you have a billion-dollar talent but work out of the back of a barbershop.

Hey.

Hey, I didn't know you was that sensitive, brother.

My bad.

My bad.

It's sprained.

I'm gonna splint it, and you're gonna tell me everything I need to know.

Sugar, guard the back.

Anyone comes near it, sh**t first.

No questions asked.

I'm on it.

What about the front? Let me worry about it.

We'll get more guys.

Do you have time to get anybody? I'll take care of it.

Go wall off the back.

Copy.

Damn.

n*gg*s are posted up outside like it's the Alamo or some sh*t.

- What's going on? - Where you been? You ain't heard? They cut off Ray Ray's head and placed it in front of Chisholm Complex.

- What? - Bushmaster.

He k*lled Cockroach, too.

Where the hell were you? We're at w*r.

You want us to all spill blood with the Jamaican cats, who, against your advice, she sold her g*n business to? Your point? Ray Ray was good people.

Now, the rest? The Jamaicans k*lled them to put Mariah on front street.

Which makes me ask again: What's it got to do with you? Mariah gets back from the station, we'll decide what to do.

Decide? That's not a plan.

You got a better one? Mariah's with the cops.

The Jamaicans are cutting heads off.

Now, if you ask me, I say it's time to cut the bitch loose.

We're not doing that.

What advice would you give you? You're getting way too emotional about this sh*t.

You're right.

Where you going? They want Piranha because they must be after the money.

That fool has access to every dime we earned on that Atreus Plastics deal.

If we're gonna find him, we don't need to go big.

That's probably what they expect.

We need to go special forces with this sh*t.

Like old times.

Me and you.

I thought we sold all these.

First rule of business? Never sell the good sh*t.

Rivals? We ain't got none.

How did your call with the chief go? I walked him through our theory that there's a connection between the heads that turned up tonight, the att*ck on Raymond Jones' party, and the murders last week of Arturo Rey in Harlem and Nigel Garrison in Brooklyn.

Did you tell him the Stylers are about to inv*de Harlem? I did.

I used the dreaded phrase that wakes up most politicians.

g*ng w*r.

And? He gave us 50 extra unis.

- You've got to be kidding me.

- That's the good news.

The bad news is that we've got 48 hours to get this thing under control, or the governor's sending in the National Guard and ICE.

They're gonna round up every Jamaican on sight, innocent or implicated.

- You got a better idea? - Yeah.

Our friend.

He's your friend.

Has he said hello to you today? That's what I thought.

He doesn't need to follow rules or a clock.

Luke Cage works when he feels like it.

Harlem's Hero, my ass.

Luke Cage is not the problem or the target.

Now, none of this is random, and Mariah knows who and why.

Hold on.

We need to talk about Cockroach first.

How did you know where to go? I didn't.

The heads hadn't turned up yet.

I got to Cockroach's around quarter to 10:00.

Why'd you go there? I wanted to do a welfare check on Drea Powell.

Look, he had just put her back in the hospital.

- She said it was Cockroach? - She didn't have to say it.

It was in her eyes.

That's right.

Because eyes testify, right? So I got to the spot, went in, and that's when I found him sitting on the couch, draped in blood with his head missing.

I called it in.

You know the rest.

How'd you get inside? Was the door open? I picked the lock.

Look, my gut Your gut does not constitute probable cause.

What does it matter? We caught the body.

Let's work the case.

You contaminated the investigation.

There's a file on my desk.

Ben Donovan filed a complaint with IAB an hour after your chat with Mr.

Hamilton in his apartment.

The same apartment that he was beheaded in hours later.

Harlem is a g*dd*mn firecracker right now.

And that is way more important than me falling on my sword.

Now, let me get in there and talk to Mariah to get to the bottom of this before sh*t escalates any further.

Go home, Mercedes, until further notice.

I been knowing Mariah since I was a kid.

My whole life, man.

My mom was working for the Stokes.

So when I started making noise on Wall Street, she was one of the first people to support me.

You know, giving me clients, downtown connections.

- What did she want? - Money.

Real money.

She wanted to know more about offshore banking and stocks.

The crooked legal ways white folk get down when it comes to protecting their green.

She's surprising.

How so? She's bougier than Lawrence Otis Graham, but with the tenacity of Frank Lucas.

She's straight gully with her sh*t.

That's the problem.

It's what's coming out of the gully after her.

And you.

I have been sitting here for well over an hour.

I am sorry, May May.

In here, you're protected.

Out there, you're not.

- May May? Oh, hell, no.

- Want something from Red Rooster? You're a witness.

Relax.

No one thinks you're responsible.

That's always been your tell.

Your smile.

I am not that shy girl you held hands with in the ninth grade.

Ninth, tenth, and eleventh.

You don't remember? I never forget.

And then there was Karla, and that was that.

It's been 30 years? Thirty-five.

I'll give her your regards.

I didn't send them.

I'm not a suspect.

I can go.

You're free to go whenever you want.

Sayonara, baby.

- Misty.

- What? You can't be back here.

Captain's got paperwork for you to fill out.

- Really, Donnie? - Yeah.

Fine.

Before you leave, one question.

About the same time those heads rolled, five gunmen att*cked a private party in an attempt to kidnap a man I think you might be familiar with.

Witnesses also put Luke Cage at the scene.

People say he might have rescued Raymond Jones.

Might have? Or did? I don't know.

No one's seen either one of them since.

We've got narcotraficante sh*t.

Pirates of the Caribbean-type sh*t.

And now it's in Harlem.

You remember the posses? This is the posses on steroids.

Talk to me, May May.

What do you know? I want protection.

For me and my daughter.

We'll protect you both.

I promise.

But I'm gonna need your help.

The heads.

Did you know any of them? Mark Higgins.

He was at my fundraiser last week.

What about Andre Jackson? Yes, that's Ray Ray.

He worked at the Paradise.

- Did you know he had a record? - Uh, yeah.

It's better to give a con a chance.

Turn him away, he got to rob you.

Dontrell Hamilton, ran a down-low gambling operation.

This was taken in Harlem's Paradise less than a week ago.

I don't work the door.

Nope.

Nope.

What can I say? Players wanna play.

We are the most exciting club in the city.

Then it's game over.

Now they're all dead.

We know about your g*n deal.

My g*n deal? You can't hide that from me.

You think your cousin prepared you for this? Cornell sh*t people, b*at people to death.

He threw cats off of rooftops, but he always got rid of the bodies, and you know why? Because he feared the law.

Those Stylers don't fear a thing.

May May, if you don't cooperate with us, I can't protect you.

I'll be fine.

It's good to see you, Tommy.

Man, the British press ain't no joke.

They don't even censor this sh*t.

How'd you rig the game for Mariah? I just gave her some inside information.

What's wrong with that? It's illegal.

Well, it shouldn't be.

I mean, everybody does it.

Why they give you the weather conditions before a football game? Give you the injury report? Let you know when a coach is about to be fired? So people can make intelligent decisions on their bets.

- That's all the information is for.

- Sit down.

We took the g*n-sale cash and bought a whole lot of stock, 'cause I knew that Glenn Industries was gonna buy the company.

Which would take their investment and make it Ten times more.

Like when 50 had a piece of Vitaminwater before Coca-Cola bought it.

Exactly, my brother.

Only problem was the chairman of Atreus wanted to scuttle the sale.

But Mariah found a way.

Yep.

Wait, wait, wait.

Damn.

That's what she does.

Yeah, well So the vote sailed through, and bam.

Black Mariah Tr*mp.

Fair, square, legal, untouchable.

That still doesn't explain why Bushmaster and the Stylers want you.

Are they mad at you because you made Mariah all that money? Is that why they put Mark Higgins' head on a stick? I do more than just manage money, brother.

I offer a whole suite of high-end services.

Everything from bespoke analytics and business intelligence, to temporary power of attorney over assets to prevent asset seizure.

- I mean, a piranha.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You have power of attorney over Mariah's funds? Yeah, and the club, too.

Temporarily, I mean.

So what? So whoever controls you, controls Mariah and Shades.

All right, look, bruh.

I did everything you said.

I told you everything I know.

Just get me to my private jet, so I can get you paid and get the hell outta here.

This is Nope.

What? You're too valuable.

You're the Archduke Franz Ferdinand.

You're a living, breathing, one-man Crispus Attucks ghetto stash house.

The best bargaining chip ever.

I guess we're just gonna hunker down for the night.

And tomorrow morning, I'm gonna get you to the cops.

The morning? You know, you really suck at this whole "for hire" thing.

You realize that, right? I mean, just no professional ethics at all.

Just Just ghetto.

Support black business, brother.

sh**t.

You bulletproof.

I'm ghetto-proof.

That's some bullshit.

What's up, D.

W.

? I heard about that wild-ass Ghostface party.

I know it's some honeys up in there looking all exotical and sh*t.

I could've used some footage.

You home yet? No.

Why? I saw two cats walking into the barbershop through the back door.

They didn't look like friends of yours.

Ooh! I have not been here in a minute.

Yeah, it's all come full circle.

And now that the Lenox Lounge is gonna be a Sephora, old Harlem suddenly feels new.

I remember when this place was a weed spot.

Streets are hot again.

And you're right at the center, as usual.

But why, is the question.

Three-quarter tax-free pension.

I'd give my right arm for that kind of package.

You know, you don't sugarcoat sh*t, and I appreciate that about you.

You know, I should tell you, I don't consult for the department anymore, so whatever you say to me tonight or moving forward is completely confidential.

Okay.

I was about to plant evidence on a guilty suspect.

But I discovered his body instead.

Well, that's one way to go about the job.

I'm about to get fired.

You probably should.

You don't think it's ever okay to do the wrong thing for the right reason? Life is funny like that.

If you get bit by a snake, paramedic poisons you again to cure you.

And God help you if you have a bad reaction, because, at that point, you'll wish you were dead.

Believe me.

What? There is no right answer.

Nobody gets a time machine.

Now, you need to figure out how to fix this.

You gotta be honest with yourself about who you are right now.

Not the you that everybody wants you to be.

And you're gonna have to dig deep.

You're gonna have to go inside the basement of your psyche, and dust things off and think about what's real.

Otherwise, it'll eat away at you.

And then who knows who you'll become? Auntie, go home.

We'll finish here.

My good, good nephew.

- Love you.

- Love you.

Babes, don't tarry.

Another man would've lost his head for the disrespect you showed tonight.

Do not talk to me like that.

The day I'm scared to speak my mind, Lord strike me dead.

Even you.

Come on.

Let's reason, you know.

I didn't save your life and help raise you for you to do the things you did tonight.

You know damn well why it's so.

The Stokes family, they took everything from us.

Mariah must burn! Then k*ll her.

I can't argue that.

But this terrorism makes our people look bad.

I don't care how we look.

You don't understand our people's position in this country? We come here with nothing, and build everything up from scratch.

Restaurants, car services, nursing, tax preparation, engineering.

We stress education, and we work hard.

You want people to be sent back? You want to make our people look so savage that this country turns on us? Come on.

This country already turned on us.

It began with the Stokes.

People think they can do whatever they want with no consequence.

No.

Then finish it with dignity, not suffering.

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.

The past is gone.

You can't change it.

All you can do is build something for the next generation.

You're family.

I love you.

But you must find peace in your heart.

I say w*r.

I make it all the way out of Seagate just to get whacked over some beef I ain't even cook.

That's some funny sh*t.

Stubborn old bitch.

Mariah hasn't been in this game as long as us.

She couldn't see what I saw.

Then why is she the one running things and not you? 'Cause you ain't seen what I seen.

When Luke Cage showed up, Cottonmouth mentally unraveled.

I saw him b*at this dude to death with his bare hands.

He was becoming increasingly reckless.

I was never shook, but he was a problem.

That stubborn old bitch pushed him right through that circular window and then finished his ass off with a mic stand.

She fixed the problem.

You saw her do it? I was on my way there that night to k*ll his ass myself.

She b*at me to it.

She has ice in her veins, kid.

And I'm telling you, when it comes time to deal with the Stylers, she will not hesitate.

Who else knows she really k*lled Cottonmouth? Just you.

I can't trust anybody else.

I don't get you, B.

What's not to understand? Cottonmouth, Diamondback They knew what I know.

You're a born leader.

Brilliant.

But you finally got a chance to be in control and take charge, and you riding for someone who doesn't deserve the crown.

You should take that sh*t from her.

What's your plan? To live the American dream.

I got a loaded g*n, a hard d*ck and a pocket full of cash.

That's the American dream.

Right? There's more than this sh*t, and you know it.

Thousand-dollar suits, b*tches, champagne All that sh*t is cute, but when you have to k*ll to get it, you're gonna get k*lled if you keep it.

That's karma.

That's the life.

We do what we do.

But there's a better way, a bigger life one where you don't have to look over your shoulder every second.

Mariah's taught me that.

You're just out of prison, but you still have that mentality.

You gotta forget all that sh*t.

We don't have to be just gangsters.

We could be so much more than that.

We are more than that.

Or did you forget that sh*t, too? Inside was inside.

Lack of human interaction.

Lack of trust.

We did what we had to do to keep from going crazy.

We didn't have to do sh*t.

I wanted to.

You did, too.

Life inside is inside.

Prison has its own set of rules that no one in the outside world would ever understand.

We're out now.

It's different.

I'm different.

We're different.

I ain't different.

Inside, outside I am who I am, B.

- What do you want me to say? - Come on, man.

Cats out here getting their heads cut off.

Maybe we survive.

Maybe we don't.

I'm just saying how I feel.

I would die for you, Che.

That'll never change.

But it is what it is.

We need to find Lucas.

We're wasting our time here.

No time is ever really wasted.

Time reveals all.

Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system.

Tilda.

You can't just ghost me like that.

Call me.

Please.

You call me.

It's me.

Do you.

God! Hernan! I didn't mean to disturb you.

Come in.

Stay.

Pour me a drink, please.

Pour yourself a drink, too.

To trust and love.

Screw 'em both.

Everyone I ever loved has betrayed me.

Mama Mabel.

Uncle Pete.

Cornell.

Now Tilda.

- You don't mean that.

- Oh! When I really needed them, where they been? I'm sure Shades is Don't even get me started on Shades.

Yeah, bad-ass bitch.

If it weren't for Luke Cage, Piranha and everything I own would be long gone.

My sworn enemy is the only one I can trust to protect everything I've got left in this world.

Hey.

Over there.

Pull over.

They could be in there.

Call Sheldon.

Can I use your phone? Nope.

Oh, come on, brother.

Look, I got people that I care about who are probably worried about me.

Don't you? Man, stop trying to bond with me.

You know, I'm fueled by failure.

See, my mother was one of Mama Mabel's hoes.

- Her best one.

- You sound proud of that.

Desiree.

One of her regulars was a banker.

He's big-time.

You know.

He promised to get her out the life.

He fell in love with her hard.

But that was bullshit, because he wasn't gonna leave his wife.

So my mom just had me, and he stopped calling.

In fact, you know that book on my desk? Why Should White Guys Have All the Fun? Yeah, that was his.

He left it behind in her room.

You know, I went to see him after I graduated City College and he had me escorted out his office.

I made Forbes "30 Under 30," and he lost everything in the mortgage crisis.

But guess who showed up with their hands out? I told that bastard he could take a hike.

I know that must've felt good.

Aw, that sh*t felt great.

In the moment even though I never saw him again.

I'll tell you what's better than great: paying all my mom's bills, you know, calling her at least once a day.

I'm my own father.

Your father was a reverend, right? He was a preacher.

What's his name? Reverend what? Reverend Nunya.

That Swahili? You could say that.

You really don't like me asking about your daddy, huh? - What happened? - Nunya business, man.

Is he in your life? Not exactly.

Are we done? Why not? Because when I went to prison, he didn't believe I was innocent.

And when I got out, I didn't need him.

Okay? I get it.

I don't need you to get it.

Well, I do.

I also get why you keep running around town, trying to save everybody else.

You're just running from yourself.

You need to go see your daddy.

I think I know what I gotta do.

Really? What's that? I gotta take you to the cops.

Luke, where are you? I'm holed up in a theater with Piranha.

He's the key to this whole thing.

He can bring down Mariah, Shades, even Bushmaster.

He's got control over her money.

He can speak to her money laundering and insider trading.

That's federal time.

Give me an address.

I'll come to you.

No, you'll expose us.

Bushmaster's got gypsy cabs patrolling the neighborhood.

Are there any distinguishing marks on the cabs? Yeah, they got some kind of logo on the door, Jamaican colors: black, gold, green with a hint of red.

Bingo.

I just spotted one right outside the precinct.

sh*t! He took off.

But I got the license plate and I clocked the logo.

His ass is mine now.

Piranha, it's not funny.

Where you at? Hurry, before he finds us.

Ah, sh*t! I got to call home, damn it! - Wait! - Get him down there, and shut him up.

Luke! Luke! - sh*t.

- Help, Luke! Help! Help! Piranha! Run! Run! Come this way! Enough! Go, go, go! Get him up! You okay? That sh*t was dope! Come on, let's go.

I'll get you someplace safe.

God damn! God damn I gave you one job.

You don't give me jobs.

We're either partners or we're not.

It's gone.

Everything.

Everything is gone.

- We'll get it back.

- Oh, God.

My dream, just All of the handshaking, all the baby- and ass-kissing, every campaign I ever waged was about my dream for this community.

Family First! I swore I would take that hard-ass woman's mantra and just make it into something good and beautiful, and it would wash away all of the v*olence and the m*rder and the hurt.

Wash it away, and now the dream has exploded.

- Doesn't have to.

- No, don't Go ahead and say it! Say it! You warned me about Bushmaster, but I was so greedy I couldn't hear it.

I sold my Harlem to a crazed bush n*gga.

This whole shitshow is because of me.

What's done is done.

It's time now to take care of our enemies.

Do you hear me? I'm listening.

The night after you closed the g*n deal, I followed Bushmaster back to Brooklyn.

Wasn't easy.

He's paranoid as hell.

And I found his go-to spot.

A Jamaican restaurant called Gwen's.

He has friends there.

Maybe even family.

Good.

Good.

What do you want to do? Wait till we get Piranha back.

And then? Uh-huh.

May I ask you a question? Who else knew about what happened to Tone? Besides Turk and Cornell? Nobody.

What about Spurlock? He just b*rned the body.

That's all? No one else knows? Nobody else.

Why? Just wondering.

That's what I was doing at Cockroach's apartment.

I went there to plant evidence.

The son of a bitch was suing Luke, he b*at the sh*t out of Drea, and I wanted payback.

Okay.

I can work with that.

Work with it? I almost framed a man.

- But you didn't.

- Because he was already dead.

The fact that you're in here confessing speaks volumes.

So, that's it? I get a stern talking to, and then I go back out there and do the job? No, you have to live with what you did.

What if I can't? In case you haven't noticed, there's a w*r raging in our streets.

Yeah, I've noticed the w*r.

It's the same one that we have been fighting for years, and sh*t doesn't change.

But the rules of engagement do, and if I do it your way, nothing happens.

Zilch.

And the other way, I become Scarfe.

And I cannot become Scarfe.

- I'm not worried you will.

- Yeah, well, you're not me.

Misty, don't.

I can't accept that.

I'm done.

I will turn in my paperwork tomorrow.

I'm I'm sorry, Captain.

I really am.

How long are we supposed to sit here? Well, it's about time.

I can't stay.

But I need your help.

Anything.

This is Raymond Jones.

He needs a place to hide.

Friends call me Piranha.

It's a honor to meet the reverend behind the big man.

So, tell me, how was he as a kid? Was he always this strong? Mr.

Jones, if you wouldn't mind, could you just give us a moment, please? - Oh, yeah.

Go 'head.

Do you.

Do you.

- Thank you.

What's going on? Piranha's in trouble.

I'm trying to get him out of it.

Does this have anything to do with all that craziness last night at that party? Or with the heads on pikes? Look, I'll tell you everything when I get back.

But for now, can he stay? The church is a sanctuary.

Of course he's welcome.

And so are you.

Just make sure he doesn't leave, okay? And you stay off the streets, too.

It's not safe.

Is it safe for you? Hey! If I'm not back in an hour, you call Mercedes Knight at the Harlem PD.

She'll protect you.

And what are you gonna do? What I do.

What's the word? You find them? No, they haven't.

And they won't.

I've got something you want.

Piranha Jones.

And what you want in return? A good old-fashioned showdown.

You and me.

Today.

No weapons.

No sneak att*cks.

A fair fight.

If you win, you get Piranha.

If I win, you leave him and Harlem alone.

Where? High Bridge.

Let's say High noon.

I love those cowboy movies.

Luke Cage! John McIver.

Born in Brooklyn.

Raised in Kingston.

m*rder*d your way to the top of the Stylers.

Now you're in Harlem.

You wanna write my life story? No, but I might edit it.

You braggadocious? I've fought gangsters with powers, maniacs looking for cheap revenge and immortality.

Is that you? I'm not interested in anything cheap.

Revenge is expensive.

So that's it? This w*r for Harlem is about revenge against Mariah? Why? History.

Destiny.

You can't fight with the ancestors.

- Don't you wanna live your own life? - And do what? Hmm? Get a job? Love a woman? Raise children? - Sounds good to me.

- Is that your life? No.

Not while I have to deal with people like you.

You have power.

I have power.

Why fight one another when we could join together and take it from Mariah? Hmm? Because you're a homicidal criminal.

And, for better or worse, I'm Harlem's Hero.

You talk too much to be a hero.

Heroes do.

You're done.

Give up.

Can't move.

You're paralyzed.

There are things that come from the earth, power you won't understand.

Respect.

Under different circumstances, we could have been friends.