Rosalie Carbone sits in the upstairs office of Harlem's Paradise the next day. She's angry and glances to her left where Sherry Yang sits. She does not seem much happier than Rosalie. Cage enters his office wearing a gray and yellow suit, "Ms. Carbone, Ms. Yang. Can I offer anyone a drink before we get started?"

"No thank you, Mr. Cage," sherry tells him politely.

"I'll have have a Dirty Martini," Rosalie tells him.

Cage begins to make the drink at the minibar as he speaks to them, "So I hear there's some beef between the Carbone Family and the Hatchet Gang."

"As you know, Mr. Cage," Sherry begins, "My organization has control of the Red Hook Pier. We have been very generous in the past when it came to working with Ms. Carbone's organization but recent events have forced my hand."

"No, see, that's where the bullshit comes in," Rosalie interrupts, "I had an understanding with her husband that we could use the pier so long as we give them a cut."

"Unfortunately, my husband has passed away. If you recall, he was murdered by triads for control of that very pier. I no longer wish to do honor my husnand's deal."

"You are reneging on a deal, sweetheart. I know you haven't been in charge for very long but you should know how dangerous that is."

Cage hands the martini to Rosalie, "I'm gonna interject here. We're talking about Red Hook Pier, right? What does this have to do with Harlem?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Red Hook Pier is in Brooklyn. I control Harlem. I have final say of what comes in and out. I act as mediator so that there aren't any gang wars on our streets. That's me. Anything between 96th Street and 155th street is my territory. Anything outside of that is your problem."

"That's bullshit," Rosalie crosses her arms, "You say you want to avoid wars, this is your chance, Cage."

"If it doesn't spill over into Harlem, I'm good."

"You know, this wouldn't happen if you let me use the docks at the East River."

"You can absolutely use the East River docks... as long as you're not shipping guns or anything."

Rosalie remains silent.

"And there it is. No guns. You know the rule."

"I gotta bring them in from New Jersey now, you know that? I need Red Hook Pier. It's right across the way."

"Have you considered not dealing in guns?," Sherry asks smugly.

"Screw you!"

"Why don't you get your pals in the Russian mob to help you out?," Cage asks.

"They're laying low these days. They got hit by the Punisher a while back."

"You have my condolences," Cage tells her sarcastically.

"You might wanna be more concerned than that. You're the Godfather of Harlem now. You've convinced yourself you're on some moral crusade but Frank Castle ain't gonna see it that way. You're one of us, like it or not."

"For once, I agree with Ms. Carbone," Sherry tells him, "The Punisher is a growing threat."

"If he comes here looking for trouble, he'll find more than he bargained for," Cage begins to usher them out the door, "In the meantime, you two work this out somewhere else and if you can't do that, don't bring it to Harlem."

Rosalie and Sherry leave Harlem's Paradise and go in separate directions with slight glances at one another. Rosalie goes to her limo where her man waits for her. He opens the door and she gets inside in a haste, then they drive off.

"How were the negotiations, Ms. Carbone?," her man asks.

"Dreadful. We're going to war with the Yangsi Gonshi. Luke Cage was useless," she relaxes somewhat, "What's the word on our boys in Jersey? They come back yet?"

"I'm sorry to give you further bad news, ma'am, but they're dead; as are our suppliers."

"Godammit. Who hit them?"

"There are rumors that the Punisher has been targeting arms dealers in the Tri-State area. My sources believe it was him."

"Shit! Okay, first thing's first. Put a hit out on Frank Castle. Anyone who brings me his head can name their price."

"And the second item?"

"We still need weapons, especially now that we might have to fight the Hatchets. Screw it, if Luke Cage ain't gonna help us out, then forget his rules. We'll do things right here in Harlem, away from those Chinese assholes or the Punisher or anyone else who gets in our way. Contact all our old suppliers and see who's still selling."

Jessica Jones enters the New York Bulletin building and quickly makes her way to the office of Mitchell Ellison. He is at his desk and looks up with an annoyed expression when she barges into his office without knocking. "I got all you need on Gregory Willard," she tosses a USB key to him.

"Knocking is a concept you have yet to learn, I see," Ellison sneers.

Jessica sarcastically knocks on his already open door and continues, "I paid some caddy to film our conversation at a golf course."

"What did he give you?"

"The runaround, as expected, but I have it on tape that he sent his bodyguard to assault me. It'll be enough to get the public on our side."

"It's not quite what I wanted."

"It'll do for now."

"Since you're here, I've been getting leads on a few new stories you might be interested in," he tells her, "They would be right up your alley considering your... abilities."

"I think we've published enough Daredevil stories."

"I'm not talking about him. I'm talking about Luke Cage."

She pauses a moment, "... Oh?"

"The guy's gone from Hero of Harlem to Godfather of Harlem. We need a good expose'. Interested?"

"Um,... What's the other lead?"

"The other one concerns the Punisher. He's wrecking havoc across the Tri-State area. We have it on good authority he's heading back to New York."

"I definitely wouldn't mind exposing that asshole. I'll see what I can do."

At Bayard Community Center, Colleen and Sam Chung stack folding chairs in the gym. A moment later, Sherry Yang storms through the doors. One of her men quickly approaches her and asks in Chinese, "What happened?". Sherry gives Colleen a brief look and whispers back in Chinese, "We'll discuss it in my office." They hurry away, leaving Colleen and Sam.

"Hey Sam, I just remembered I have a phone call to make," Colleen tells him, "Can you take care of this?"

"Colleen, are you thinking of doing something stupid?," Sam asks.

"The less you know, the better."

"You're probably right about that."

Colleen sneaks away and rushes down a hall. Sherry and her men go into her office and close the door. Colleen cups her hand and leans against the door. "Luke Cage doesn't care what we do as long as it does not affect Harlem," Sherry tells her men, "This is a good thing but Rosalie Carbone is pissed. I have no doubt she will come after us. Since she can't attack us on the streets of Harlem, it's likely she will hit us elsewhere. Maybe even here in Chinatown." Colleen grows concerned and quickly leaves.

That night, Cage makes his way to a brownstone town house. He walks up the stoop and puts his key in the door before catching something out of the corner of his eye. He spins around and sees Misty Knight approaching.

"Didn't Mariah Dillard live here?," she asks nonchalantly.

"Mariah's place was a block away," Cage makes his way back down the stoop, "How have you been Misty?"

"Terrible. And you?"

"I've been great. You should take a moment to realize the work I've been doing instead of showing up to give me lectures."

"I haven't started my lecture yet."

"Good. Keep it. Instead, I'll give you results. Did you notice the crime rate has gone down? When was the last time you saw guns or dead bodies on the street?"

"Things are calm right now but it's a powder keg ready to blow."

"Look Misty, I know it's not ideal. I honestly don't like it any more than you but it works and if it works... isn't it worth it?"

"You're gonna slip up, Luke. It's only a matter of time. I'm not just saying this as a police officer concerned with public safety. I'm saying this as your friend."

"And when I do slip up, assuming that will ever happen, I guess that's when you'll take me down?"

"I will get an army if I have to."

Luke smiles, "It was nice seeing you, Misty," he turns and heads back to his townhouse, "Get some rest."