Misty and Matt walk through the halls of the Harlem police precinct.

"Mr. Murdock, I just wanna start off by thanking you for your... counsel. Ms. Wing and I weren't too sure you wanted to be a team player."

Matt smiles, "My colleagues have been trying to convince me to broaden my horizons. I was fine going alone but last night, I realized I might be taking on too much. I might need an extra partner or two. Although I'm not entirely convinced yet, to be honest."

Misty stops in front of an evidence room and begins unlocking it, "I don't expect you to be an easy sell. That's why I have an extra incentive in place." They go inside and Misty locks the door behind them, "I understand you might have reservations taking on this new client. After all, he has an iron-clad case. Some might even say bulletproof."

"I don't think he's a priority at the moment."

"But you agree he might be a person of interest in the future."

"Of course."

"Okay, the security camera to this room has no audio, so let's talk straight. This war will eventually carry into Harlem. Both the Carbones and the Yangsi Gonshi have territory there and that's where this whole mess started. They are not listening to Luke Cage at the moment. He needs to drop the Godfather act and start doing what's right."

"We convince him to side with us, then what?"

"We end the war before it starts."

"I thought you were against vigilantes, Detective."

"They can be useful but believe me, I'd rather it be done on my terms."

"Fair enough. Now, let's say Luke needs to be convinced. What's your plan then? He's the most powerful person in New York and I'm not talking about his resources."

Misty opens a nearby briefcase. Matt cocks his head curiously and reaches inside. He feels his old helmet and batons along with his armored costume. "A while back the FBI confiscated this from a guy named Melvin Potter. It's a Daredevil costume, presumably used to frame you for a series of murders."

"The killer was a man by the name of Benjamin Poindexter," Matt clarifies.

"Detective Mahoney managed to pull enough strings to keep the suit in New York. I convinced him to transfer it over here. If you're gonna take on Luke Cage with us, you'll need some protection."

"I'm in for now. What's the next step?"

"The next step is convincing our fourth partner to join us."

"... Fourth partner?"

Jessica Jones looks up from her desk at the New York Bulletin, "Two questions: First, when you decided to come ask me to join your little club, did it seem like a good idea? Second, does it still seem like a good idea?" Misty and Colleen look at each other silently.

"We know you're not a P.I. anymore but we need you on this case," Colleen says with a shrug, "The least you can do is hear why."

"Where's your boyfriend? I would have expected him to be here. He loves this team up shit."

"Danny transferred the power of the dragon to me, then he went on his own mission in Asia. I'm the Iron Fist now."

"Sorry, I stopped listening once you said the word dragon."

"Jessica, we're going after Luke," Misty says finally.

"What?"

"We think you might be able to talk some sense into him. And if not... we need your muscle."

"Why don't you people leave him alone and let him figure this out on his own."

"I did. He started a gang war. If he doesn't stop, the war is gonna get worse."

"You guys are cut out for that shit, not me."

"I know how much you care about Luke."

"What do you know?"

"I know you and I have a similar... history... when it comes to that man."

"So we both screwed the same guy? That supposed to mean something?"

Colleen gets an awkward look on her face.

"Here are the facts," Misty leans in, "Me, Colleen, and the Devil of Hell's Kitchen are going down to Harlem's Paradise."

"Devil of Hell's Kitchen? You mean...?"

"Yes, I do. We're going down to Harlem's Paradise and we're going to try to talk Luke Cage down before he does something stupid. If that does not work, I have the authority to subdue and arrest him. You can come along and help deescalate the situation or you can stay here and pretend you don't give a shit. Which is it?"

Jessica ponders her decision silently.

There's a knock on the door of a suburban home. A moment later, David Lieberman answers and his eyes widen, "Frank?"

Frank stands in the doorway with his hoodie up, "I need your help. I understand if you say no."

"That depends on what you need."

"Information. You used to be NSA. You know about different government databases and how to access them without being seen."

"... Yeah, of course."

"Is there one dealing with people who have abilities?"

Soon, Frank and David are in his home office at his computer. "The NSA has a database concerning people with abilities, sightings, strange activity, things like that."

"Is there anything on Luke Cage?"

David brings up files on Luke, "Yeah, quite a bit. He doesn't exactly keep himself a secret."

"Anything on weaknesses?"

"Not that I'm aware of but they describe his powers... Shit, Frank. Are you planning on fighting this guy?"

"Just answer the question."

"Well, unless you have some WMD's stashed in your van, you're not getting through his skin. You might try his lungs. A guy like that still needs to breathe."

"He had a girlfriend who used to work for Metro General Hospital. I got a hunch. See if you find anything there."

David checks, "It's on the database. A woman by the name of Claire Temple is suspected in treating a number of people with gifts, including Luke, but there's nothing solid."

"She's probably patched him up at some point. That can give me an idea of what this guy can and cannot take."

"Well, there's one report that Claire treated an unidentified man with gifts. He was accompanied by another unidentified woman. According to this, Luke and Jessica Jones are suspects."

"What was he treated for?"

"Edema. Point blank shot to the lower jaw by a police issued shotgun. It didn't penetrate the skin but it caused internal damage."

"Got `im."

END OF EPISODE TWO