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BOXING GYM - FLASHBACK Young Carl/Luke is training on a punching bag. Young Stryker is holding it and advising him. YOUNG STRYKER: One, two. One, two, three. Hey, switch it up. See that sh** coming from a mile away. YOUNG CARL: Stop cursing at me. YOUNG STRYKER: Oh, now you sound like your old man. Don't start with that "sweet Christmas" sh**. Give me four! Let's go! Harder! Where's your offense? This ain't patty-cake! Yeah! Yeah, that's that sh**. Give me five and an uppercut. Let's go! Keep it going, keep it going. Should've stuck to football, huh? Time! Why are you doing this, Carl? 'Cause some fool smacked you up in front of a bowling alley? You're gonna get yourself k**ed. YOUNG CARL: Uh-uh. I'mma get this dude, Willis. It's about respect. YOUNG STRYKER: We're city champs, Carl. My arm, your legs. Got nothin' to prove, all right? You're runnin' around here acting stupid, man. Get yourself hurt. YOUNG CARL: You wouldn't understand. I can't let it slide. I'm a Lucas. YOUNG STRYKER: Daddy ain't signing off on this. You're alone. YOUNG CARL: I still got you in my corner? YOUNG STRYKER: Always. YOUNG CARL: Then I'm not alone. I'm ready. YOUNG STRYKER: You ain't ready, Carl. THE BARBERSHOP - THE PRESENT Luke throws Stryker hard into a wall. Stryker stands up easily. STRYKER: Surprise, Carl. This suit's Hammer tech, made just for you. Stryker punches Luke hard enough to throw him across the room. STRYKER: You still ain't ready. OPENING THEME The two are still fighting. It spills out into the street, frightening pa**erby. Misty tries to clear the area. MISTY: Hey! NYPD. Back! Back! sh**. Where's my phone? BOOTLEGGER (on his phone): Yo, Farley, bring the camera. The 4K one. Luke Cage is going at it. STRYKER: You still hit like a b**h. OUTSIDE MOUNT OLIVET CHURCH Shades and Mariah are getting into their car to make a getaway. SHADES: The folder. MARIAH: You don't have it? SHADES: It's back there. MARIAH: Don't sweat it. I have another play. (on her phone)Alex, Luke Cage is up on Malcolm X Boulevard. Call Thembi Wallace...Don't ask why. Just do it. Tell her I'm out here. SHADES: Where you going? MARIAH: Misty's gonna arrest me. There's no way around it. But I can still spin this. BACK IN OF THE BARBERSHOP Luke gets a hold of Stryker briefly LUKE: You have to let go of the past before I really have to hurt you. Stryker regains the upper hand and pushes Luke's head through a wall. Punching resumes. STRYKER: Negro, please. That's all you got? Where's your offense? Keep it coming, Carl. You reap what you sow. SOLEDAD'S APARTMENT Claire and Soledad are watching Thembi's newscast. THEMBI: As the situation continues to unfold here on Malcolm X Boulevard... SOLEDAD: I know you want to be out there. Luke told you to stay here. He has a reason, and I agree with him. CLAIRE: I know you both worry about me. None of your business. SOLEDAD: Your eyes sparkle when you talk about Luke what he brings out in you. CLAIRE: He's alone. Not that many people have his back. He needs me. CANDACE: What? What happened? CLAIRE: Luke and Diamondback are doing what they do. I'm getting back out there. CANDACE: I...I wanna help. CLAIRE: Uh, you can bring down Mariah with what you know. You are helping. Just wait for Misty, stay strong, and stay ready. CANDACE: I've never been good at standing up for myself. CLAIRE: Neither was I until it counted. You're even stronger than you know. Never doubt that. SOLEDAD: Careful. CLAIRE: Always. BACK AT THE BARBERSHOP Still a stalemate. The barbershop is even worse than it was after the shooting. MISTY (from outside): Come on, Luke. STRYKER: Don't forget to breathe, Carl. YOUNG STRYKER (flashback): Exhale on every punch. No breath, no oxygen. No oxygen, no energy. No energy, no victory. You lose. Back in the present, uniformed officers arrive at the barbershop. Misty enlists them for crowd control. MISTY: Come on, guys. Back up! Stryker and Luke wind up on the second floor. Stryker pushes Luke out the window. He lands hard on the ground below. The crowd groans in sympathy and encourages him to get up. The bootlegger's cameraman arrives. BOOTLEGGER: Keep rolling. Stryker punches Luke hard enough to send him flying several yards back. The crowd keeps encouraging Luke. STRYKER: Where you going, Carl? I'mma whoop your a** up and down the block. MAN IN THE CROWD: Come on, Luke! Luke gets some punches in on Stryker, smashing him into car windows. He struggles to stand but still lands another hard punch on Luke. STRYKER: James never loved Etta. He was gonna leave your mother for mine. MAN IN THE CROWD: Wait, wait, wait. Yo, the dude's talking about your moms, Luke? You reppin' Harlem, you better put it on him, son. STRYKER: I'll take being a ba*tard over being a mistake any day of the week. Now the whole world gets to watch you fall. ESU arrives. ESU GUY (Mario): White, Thomas spread out. As soon as you have a clear shot, take it on my command. ESU OFFICER: Yes, sir. MISTY: Mario, what the hell are you doing? Mario just walks away. The crowd is still rooting for Luke. CROWD: Finish him off, Luke! Come on, Luke! You can get him! Cage, you da man! Hey, Luke! Show him who's boss! Who is this man? Mariah is giving an interview for Thembi's show. MARIAH: Did he sweep Pop's Barber Shop, or is he former-cop-turned-criminal, Carl Lucas, who I heard escaped from Seagate Prison? I don't know. I mean, look at these super freaks. This is nothing less than a battle for the soul of Harlem. LONNIE: You got this, Luke. Throw it back at him. AISHA: Come on, Luke. Get him. BOOTLEGGER: Roll, roll, roll. Stryker takes a moment to gather himself. The suit makes a whirring sound as it powers up. Claire arrives and pushes to the front of the crowd. OFFICERS: Ma'am, please step back. MISTY: Claire. Look, you gotta stay back. I gotta contain you and everybody else, too. CLAIRE: You don't believe he can win? MISTY: Of course Luke can win. LUKE: I'm done, Willis. I'm not doing this anymore. STRYKER: You ain't done. Not till one of us is dead. LUKE: You're more like Dad than you think. When I got shipped to Seagate he called me a mistake, too. I'm not paying for his sins anymore. And neither should you. You want me dead? Then k** me. Do it! You ain't ready. Quick cut to flashback. A bell rings. Luke is boxing a white boy while Stryker coaches him from the sidelines. The present and flashback are intercut. YOUNG STRYKER: Throw in the jab! Move! Keep moving, keep moving! Take the hits! Take the hits! Let him get tired! MISTY: Save him. MARIO: No. In the past and present fights, Luke is crowded against the ropes, trying to guard his body as his opponent lands punch after punch. YOUNG STRYKER: You can take it. Keep breathing, keep breathing! Let him get tired. He ain't got sh** to come back with. CROWD: Come on, son! You can do it! - Come on, Luke. Don't give up, Luke! Luke, come on, man! You got it, Luke! Luke looks over the crowd and sees Claire standing a little apart. CLAIRE: Remember who you are. Stryker turns his back on Luke to prepare for the knockout blow. Aisha starts chanting Luke's name and the crowd takes it up. In the flashback and in the present, Luke stands and advances on his opponent. LUKE: You're right. You reap what you sow. Luke lands a hard punch in both fights. YOUNG STRYKER: Let's go! Put it on him! Put it on him! LUKE: Am I my brother's keeper? No, I'm not. In the flashback the bell rings and Luke is the victor. In the present the crowd goes wild. Mario steps forward and trains his gun on Luke. MARIO: On the ground, now! We got Judas bullets, Cage. MISTY: Lieutenant, stand down. I got you. Councilwoman Dillard... MARIAH: What? MISTY: You are under arrest for the murder of Cornell Stokes. MARIAH: You goin' down. MISTY: Do the perp walk. MARIAH: You are going down. MISTY: Take her out of here. A little later, Misty walks over to Stryker as the last of his armor is bagged up and he's being readied for the ambulance. MISTY: Mmm, mmm, mmm. Oh, come on. You're not even gonna try to move? Not even a lil' bit? Take his tired broken false-preachin' a** on out of here. Luke walks up to Claire, who offers him a handkerchief for the blood in his mouth. LUKE: I should be healed up in a couple of hours, right? CLAIRE: Sooner than that, Power Man. Claire and Luke look at each other like they're about to kiss. The cameraman hoists his camera up to capture it. BOOTLEGGER: Nah, B! Brother deserves discretion. Luke and Claire notice and the moment pa**es. CLAIRE: How did you know that you could do that? LUKE: The more I hit him the more he dished out. So I stopped feeding him hate. CLAIRE: What if it didn't work? LUKE: Well, sometimes you gotta throw out the science and go for what you know. CLAIRE: You heard me say that? LUKE: I hear everything you say. Even when you don't speak...Still hear it. MAN: Luke Cage! Thanks for keeping Harlem safe, baby. MISTY: I'm sorry, Luke. I'm gonna need to bring you in. I need a statement. LUKE: I'm done running. Fish appears with a white t-shirt. FISH: How many of these you own, brother? Looks like this place don't wanna be a barber shop anymore. LUKE: Maybe not. FISH: But whatever it is, it's gonna be famous. People are gonna be talking about what went down here for years. MISTY: You ready? LUKE: You know how I feel about cop shops. MISTY: Well if it's any comfort, you'll have a front-row seat when I nail Mariah's a** to the wall. (to Claire) How's Candace? CLAIRE: Safe and secure at my mom's place. Promise. MISTY: Good. SOLEDAD'S APARTMENT Soledad and Candace are watching Thembi's newscast. AISHA (on the news): All these people were talking bad about Luke Cage. But they didn't stop for one minute to look at the good he had done. Cleaning up Crispus Attucks by himself, lookin' out for people? Most of these guys wear spandex. Who would have thought a black man in a hoodie would be a hero? THEMBI (on the news): It's been an extraordinary night here in Harlem. SOLEDA: See? I'm not the type of person who wants always to say, "I am right," but... CANDACE: I'm glad you're right. OUTSIDE THE STATIONHOUSE Misty, Claire, and Luke are walking towards the door of the precinct. Reporters clustered by the entrance notice them and start running towards them. REPORTERS: There he is. There's Luke. MISTY: Hey, back it off. Back! REPORTER: Mr. Cage, how does it feel to be a hero? LUKE: I'm no hero. I'm a regular guy, just trying to live life on his own terms, one day at a time. REPORTERS: Are you single? Do you have anything to say to Councilwoman Dillard? Have you received any medical treatment? How does it feel to be vindicated? Inside the stationhouse, Mariah just got her mugshot taken. MISTY: You can take a seat. RIDLEY: Mr. Cage. My name is Inspector Priscilla Ridley. You realize there is a warrant still out for your arrest. LUKE: I do. I came here to clear things up. I haven't done any of the things that I've been charged with. Even the dash cam video that everyone's talking about? I'd like to provide some context. RIDLEY: Would you like an attorney? CLAIRE: I know a really good one. LUKE: I'm not guilty of anything. I'll speak for myself. Ridley nods and takes Misty aside. RIDLEY: Interrogation One? MISTY: No. As far as I'm concerned, he's no longer a suspect. And we both know if he doesn't wanna be, he'll walk. RIDLEY: Procedure says he should be in a room. MISTY: He won't go for a room. Look, we can do it right here, right now. It's fine. What about your soror? You gonna let her just skee-wee on out of here again? RIDLEY: Actually, it's "ooh-woop" and no, she's not going anywhere, but we are showing her every courtesy the NYPD extends very slowly. AN INTERROGATION ROOM Mariah is alone in the room, clearly having trouble holding it together. Several shots of the same room of Mariah screaming, replacing her earrings, tapping her fingers, indicate that a long time is pa**ing. MARIAH: I want my goddamn phone call! MARIAH: Okay, Mama. All right. Hmm. This ends here. Back in the main area of the stationhouse, Luke and Claire are sitting next to each other. MISTY (to Claire): I already said you don't need to be here. CLAIRE: I'm fine where I am. LUKE: If Claire leaves, I leave. MISTY: So be it. I'm not being redundant. I'm just being thorough. CLAIRE: Luke is innocent. LUKE: Claire, I got this. I'm good. CLAIRE: I know you do. It's just frustrating. MISTY: Officer Albini in the park? LUKE: I wasn't even in the state. Claire and I went to Georgia. MISTY: What were you doing in Georgia? Unfinished business. MISTY: You said no more secrets. Luke reluctantly lifts his shirt to show where his bullet wounds were. MISTY: You don't have any scars. LUKE: The doctor who did this to me...with Claire's help, did it again, and I got better. CLAIRE: The officer in the park? Damon Boone? Just match the fist prints from the suit and gloves that Stryker was wearing. All of that was Stryker. MISTY: Why didn't you just come to me? LUKE: I didn't know you. I stayed out of it. MISTY: Until you were right in the center of it. LUKE: They k**ed Pop. MISTY: They did. LUKE: I couldn't just lay in the cut anymore. Pop knew about my abilities. So I put them to good use. I shut down Crispus Attucks personally. This speech is cut with Luke heroically walking places. Through Crispus Attucks, through Harlem on the day of Pop's funeral, outside Genghis Connie's. MISTY: That wasn't your job. LUKE: People needed someone that didn't require a warrant or shield to get things done. Call it a vigilante, or a superhero...Call it what you will, but like it or not, I finally accepted that that someone had to be me. MISTY: Maybe I could've helped you. The police all stop what they're doing to listen. In this part of the speech we see a montage of Harlem murals and paintings, and children. LUKE: This burden is bigger than you. Or me. People are scared but they can't be paralyzed by that fear. You have to fight for what's right every single day, bulletproof skin or not. You can't just not snitch, or turn away or take money under the table because life has turned you sour. When did people stop caring? Harlem is supposed to represent our hopes and dreams. It's the pinnacle of black art, politics, innovation. It's supposed to be a shining light to the world. It's our responsibility to push forward, so that the next generation will be further along than us. Pop said his mantra aloud twice a day. The kids in the shop were pissed but they could never unhear it. "Never backwards... POP: Always forward.... LUKE: "Forward..." MISTY: "Always." You forget I grew up around the man. CLAIRE: I wish I could've met him. MISTY: In a way, you have. Misty turns around and sees all the other cops staring. MISTY: Well, hello! Doesn't everybody have work to do? CLAIRE: Is Mariah still in there? MISTY: Yeah. LUKE: Well, now that I'm no longer a suspect you guys got any take-out menus? I'm starving. THE INTERROGATION ROOM MARIAH (tearfully): You know, I kept telling Cornell it was enough. He had enough money to keep Harlem's Paradise flush. Even for opening another club downtown like our grandmother always talked about. He had the talent to make it big. But there was always another deal, another detail. And then this this guy, Diamond Jim. RIDLEY: Diamondback. MARIAH: Yes, Diamondback. Cornell said that he was his direct contact, whatever that means. And he was pissed off when those guns were stolen. You know, in that that thing that your Detective Scarfe got caught up in? RIDLEY: There were a lot of dirty hands. MARIAH: Not Cornell's. He didn't have the guns. RIDLEY: Oh, yes, he did. That's why Detective Scarfe got shot. Detective Scarfe stole them from evidence and then gave them back to Cornell. MARIAH: I don't know any details. I just know that Cornell was scared and he wanted out. And the night when I came into the club, that big brother that was fighting Luke Cage up on Malcolm X..."Hey," I screamed, and he...he pulled a gun on me and said that if I didn't say it was Luke Cage, he was gonna k** me. RIDLEY: He said Luke Cage? That it had to be Luke Cage? MARIAH: Yes. He was firm about that. Luke Cage. Yes! RIDLEY: And Candace Miller? MARIAH: Oh, God. Candace. She tried to protect me, but she didn't have to. I feel terrible that a decent man's name has been maligned, but I will do whatever I need to to rectify that. I will. Misty comes in holding a bunch of photos. MISTY: You are absolutely goddamn right you will. Start by telling the truth. MARIAH: I am not a liar, Detective. MISTY: Mmm. According to the lab Cottonmouth was struck in the back of the head by a heavy, circular object probably consistent with a bottle, before he was pushed. RIDLEY: How do we know he was pushed, Detective? MISTY: The angle. The background shifts to Harlem's Paradise, Misty's fantasy recreation of the night of Cottonmouth's murder. MARIAH (fantasy): No! No! No! I did not want it! No! Misty watches the murder. MISTY: Cottonmouth landed on his back, turned over, and then crawled. MARIAH (fantasy): You shut up! No! No, I didn't want it! MISTY: Judging by the wounds on his hands, he probably was pleading for his life when he was smashed by a heavy, circular base. The fantasy fades and the interrogation room returns. MISTY: Now, the coroner thought it was maybe a heavy waste basket. But my vote it was a mic stand. I went through Harlem's Paradise inventory records with the stage manager, and it turns out there was a mic stand that was unaccounted for. MARIAH: I've been around the music business my whole life. Equipment goes missing. You can't trust n***as around equipment. MISTY: Cottonmouth was weakened. It wouldn't take a man to k** him in that state, just somebody who was angry and pa**ionate about seeing him dead. And someone who was sloppy in the cover-up. Misty plays a portion of her recording of Candace's confession. CANDACE (recording): Mariah k**ed him. MISTY (recording): What? How do you know this? CANDACE (recording): I heard them talking about it. The guy who always wears sungla**es he was there, trying to calm Mariah down... MISTY: And that's just a taste. I got plenty more where that came from. MARIAH: I...I'm.... MISTY: You don't have to say anything. Just tell the truth. We are right here. Make a deal. If you can help us nail Shades and Diamondback, and maybe confirm some of Cornell's contacts, we can make your stay a little bit easier. MARIAH: That's all you got. Cornell liked fooling around with them nasty-a** b**hes. I had no use for chickenheads. MISTY: You are going down. MARIAH: Go to trial with that flimsy-a** sh**. I dare you. I double damn dare you, trick! MISTY: Oh! Trick? Whatever...Madam Inmate. Bailey bursts into the room. BAILEY: Misty. MISTY: Not right now. BAILEY: Now. She reluctantly follows him into the hall. MISTY: Don't you ever, and I mean, ever... BAILEY: Misty. MISTY: ...interrupt an interrogation. What is it? BAILEY: Detective Chang just caught a body. An African-American woman, mid-twenties, in front of a bodega. Cut to Candace standing in front of a bodega. She sends a text: "I'm here" The victim had a pay-as-you-go phone in her pocket. I traced the phone's credit card. It belongs to you. Chang thought you might've gotten cloned, but you bought the phone and you activated it. And the victim had numerous text exchanges with an NYPD cell phone number. It's yours. CANDACE: Come on. Where are you, Misty? SHADES: I'm right here. Shades shoots Candace in the head point blank. MISTY: How recent were the texts? I lost my phone at the barber shop. Show me the picture, Bailey. BAILEY: We should verify with the family first. MISTY: Show me the goddamn picture, Bailey. Please. Bailey shows her a picture on his phone. She's instantly envisions the crime scene. BAILEY: The victim appears to be Candace Miller. Misty storms back into Mariah's interrogation room MARIAH: Was that an important call, my dear? Misty makes to attach Mariah but Bailey holds her back. MISTY: You murdered her! RIDLEY: Hey, hey, hey! MISTY: You murdered her! MARIAH: You are out of control. BAILEY: Misty, stop! MISTY: Get off of me! MARIAH: You're hysterical. She's being... MISTY: You murdered her! MARIAH: She's being hysterical. MISTY: You murdered Candace and you murdered Cornell. MISTY: Enough is enough! MARIAH: What? What are you talking about? RIDLEY: What is going on? MISTY: Candace is dead. MARIAH: What? MISTY: You stole my phone. I know it was you! MARIAH: You will say anything about me, won't you? Where's your proof? I loved my cousin. And I would test that love against the recorded voice of a dead who*e any day. Am I still being charged with anything? RIDLEY: No. Not at this time. MARIAH: You have the man who k**ed Cornell, Diamondback, in custody, Priscilla. Do the right thing. Keep him there. He is dangerous. RIDLEY: That is the second time you have attacked a civilian in here. MISTY: This shield ain't worth the tin it's printed on if Mariah Dillard can just walk out of here after what she's done. This system is broken, Priscilla. RIDLEY: Mercedes you are one of the finest detectives I have ever seen, but you have got to learn that there is no getting around the system. You must work within it. Candace should have been in protective custody. She should have been here and I should have known about it. Mariah Dillard walked out of here today because of you. Because you didn't trust our system. Because you didn't trust me. Ridley storms out. Misty sobs. THE BREAK ROOM Claire and Luke are eating Chinese food. LUKE: Misty's been gone a long time. That's never good. CLAIRE: No. We have a lot to talk about, though. Like what? Your future. Your next moves. LUKE: Well, I don't wanna talk about that right now. I just wanna chill. It's been a long day. CLAIRE: You're right. It can wait. You wanna get coffee when we get out of here? LUKE: You accused me of not liking coffee. That's not true. Just depends on the blend. I hear that Cuban coffee is particularly robust. CLAIRE: That might be the corniest thing you've said yet. It also happens to be true. She s**ily eats some lo mein. Luke steps into the hall to put something in the trash and he sees Mariah getting ready to leave. An officer is helping her into her coat. Luke walks over to her. MARIAH: Oh, thank you. Helping a sister out. The hero of Harlem. Congratulations! You are good for the neighborhood. LUKE: You're not. What about our deal? Where's the file? MARIAH: What file? Buh-bye! Mariah leaves. Misty and Claire wander in. LUKE: What the hell happened? MISTY: They k**ed Candace. CLAIRE: What? My mom... MISTY: Not your mom. She's fine. We checked on her. Shades or somebody used my phone to lure Candace out of the apartment. But I can't prove it yet. LUKE: What about her confession? MISTY: It's worthless. LUKE: Why? MISTY: If she were still alive, that would be one thing. But she admitted to taking money from Mariah, she changed her statement, and now she's dead. The definition of reasonable doubt. And the woman she's accusing is politically connected. It's unwinnable. There's no way the DA will take that case. That's why Ridley just kicked her. LUKE: Mariah and Shades will talk. Trust me. CLAIRE: I told her not to leave. LUKE: I know. A few people walk into the room. G-MAN: Carl Lucas, I'm Marshal Franco. This is Marshal Johnson. You're under arrest for your unlawful escape from Seagate Prison. The marshalls ready a set of handcuffs. MISTY: What are you doing? LUKE: You won't need those. JOHNSON: Says who? LUKE: Says me. I'm done running. RIDLEY: I'm sorry, Mr. Cage. I'm gonna recommend the New York City DA's office drop all charges against you. I have done all I can. Thank you for all you've done for us. MISTY: Luke is innocent. LUKE: They're not arresting Luke Cage. They're arresting Carl Lucas. CLAIRE: Who called you? FRANCO: Once a city councilwoman identified Luke Cage as Carl Lucas on television, our office received numerous calls. The information's pertinent and valid. MISTY: Mariah, again. LUKE: I'm innocent, and I can prove it. FRANCO: It doesn't matter what you can prove. You still owe the state of Georgia time. LUKE: Okay. He turns to Claire. LUKE: Sorry. Coffee's gonna have to wait, babe. Luke follows the marshals out. Claire waits a moment, then runs after him. CLAIRE: Luke? She kisses him. CLAIRE: Like I said, I know a really great lawyer in town. I'll call him. LUKE: Okay. Be careful. CLAIRE: Always. LUKE: You're so corny. He kisses her again and walks away. On his way out he sees Mariah giving a TV interview. A little later, Mariah gets into the back of a car next to Shades. MARIAH: Alex, you're the man. ALEX: Anything you need, Madam Councilwoman, let me know. Shades hands Mariah the pearl handled gun. SHADES: It's old school. But it's got a nice feel. MARIAH: Belonged to Cornell. SHADES: It suits you. MARIAH: Yeah, it does. Let's head up. IN THE FEDS' CAR JOHNSON: It's a long trip. You want something to drink? LUKE: I was set up for something hot and dark before y'all messed that up. Sweet Christmas. JOHNSON: Well, we can stop for coffee at Dunkin' Donuts before we hit the bridge. LUKE: Ain't the same. Let's just get this over with. He notices a book in the back. He directs his comment to Johnson, the black agent. LUKE: Oh, I like Chester Himes. This is a good one. FRANCO: It's actually mine. LUKE: What were you reading before? JOHNSON: Some West Coast sh**. Michael Connelly. You ever read Harry Bosch? LUKE: Nah. JOHNSON: Well, you'll have some time to read now. LUKE: No, I won't. I don't plan on hibernating. I was innocent before and I'm innocent now. I've got work to do. AN ENDING MONTAGE At the reopened Harlem's Paradise, Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings play "100 Days, 100 Nights." Misty looks over Candace's corpse in the morgue. Claire Temple sees an ad for Colleen Wing's self-defense cla**. Bobby Fish fixes a flickering light bulb at the barbershop and surveys the damage. Under a counter he catches sight of the folder which holds the evidence of Luke Cage's innocence. Mariah stands in Cottonmouth's old office. She has the Biggie photo taken down and replaced with an abstract/cartoonish image of two brown faces with crowns on top. Shades comes into the room. She walks up to him and kisses him briefly before leaving the room. He smiles a little and watches her go. Misty walks into the new Harlem's paradise. Mariah and Shades watch the performance from the VIP room. Misty watches them from below. Noah Burstein, wearing a lab coat, closes himself into Stryker's hospital room. LUKE: Sometimes backwards to move forward. Always. The song ends. Applause.