Police officers lead Tilda Johnson into the back of a squad car. Once inside, she glares out the window at Luke Cage and Misty Knight before the car pulls away. "Look at it this way," Luke tells her, "Harlem's Paradise is destroyed and the last member of the Stokes family is on her way to prison. It's a reason to be happy. Did you ever think you'd see that happen?"

"I'll be happier when this entire war is over," she says.

Colleen joins them, "Just once, can our victory not be bittersweet?"

"She has a point. As long as we have two killers out there gunning for us, the war is far from over."

Misty gets a phone call, "Hello?... Yeah?... Shit!," she angrily hangs up.

"What is it?," Colleen asks.

"Our friend Typhoid-Mary just attacked the precinct. Killed at least three officers coming in and out. Apparently, she had some help from a dirty cop who also got killed."

"What about Matt? Castle?"

"They're alive. We gotta get over there ASAP."

A stripper gyrates on a poll while music blares. A small group of mafiosos enjoy a few lapdances. Tony, Carbone's man, drinks as he watches. A figure in a black costume goes into the club, getting strange glances from the patrons and servers as he walks over to the table, which gets their attention too. Dex, now in his makeshift costume, stands in front of them.

"What is this shit?," one of the mobsters scoffs.

"It's the Devil of Hell's Kitchen?," one asks in a panicked tone.

"No. Much worse," Bullseye tells them.

Tony pulls out a gun and aims it at him, "Did the Triads send you?"

"Yes."

"Tell us everything you know and I'll make it quick."

"Oh, it's gonna be quick."

In one move, Bullseye spins, snatching the gun out of Tony's hand and throws it into the face of one mobster with enough force to kill him. They all stand up and pull their guns. Meanwhile, the girls scream and run away, causing a panic in the club. Bullseye slams Tony onto the table, buying him some time before he rushes to a nearby booth and tumbles over it. He ducks for cover just as bullets begin to fly through the seat as the Italians open fire. A black glove reaches out, grabbing the glass shards of a broken bottle as bullets continue to fly overhead. Once the mobsters empty their clips, they pause to reload. Bullseye pops up behind the booth with a handful of glass shards. He quickly begins to throw each shard one-by-one in rapid succession, not stopping until he throws the final one. Once he's finished, he calmly stops and examines the scene before casually walking back across the room. He stands over the pile of dead mobsters, including Tony. They all have glass chunks in their necks, eye sockets, and even foreheads. Once he's satisfied, he takes his leave.

Some time later, Jessica arrives at Colleen's apartment in Chinatown. She goes inside the building and opens the door to Colleen's place. There, Misty, Luke, and Colleen sit on the couch. "I came here as soon as I could," she notices Frank across the room, "The hell is he doing here?".

"Good to see you to," Frank mutters.

"The precinct has been compromised," Misty explains, "Our friend here has to remain with us until this is over."

"Where's M-," Jessica stops and corrects herself, "... the devil-guy?"

"His shift is over so he went on patrol in Hell's Kitchen. We'll call him when we need him."

"So what's the word on Burstein?," Luke asks.

"Yeah, about that... Can we talk in private?"

"Whatever it is, it can wait. What do we know?"

"That guy Poindexter was likely enhanced by some Japanese scientist named Oyama. He fused his spinal column with some experimental metal. It makes sense. The guy took a beating a normal person shouldn't be able to take."

"There's gotta be a way to take this guy out," Colleen says.

"Maybe we don't have to fight him at all," Frank chimes in, "He's working for the Triads. Mark Walker is with the Italians. They're already at war and if they weren't coming after us, they'd be going after each other. All we gotta do is set that meeting up."

"I hate to admit it, but that's not a bad idea," Misty agrees.

"But how will we get those two to take each other out without anyone dying?," Colleen asks.

"In the morning, I can talk to... our lawyer," Luke adds, "See if he has any ideas."

Typhoid does pull ups on a bar in a room lined with various blades and firearms along the wall. As she does her exercises, the stitches in her shoulder tear and blood begins to trickle down her arm. She grits her teeth but continues until her body begins to shake and she can no longer do anymore. She drops to her feet, grabs a towel to dab her forehead, then wipes the blood from her arm. She snatches a sword from the wall, then turns and points it toward the door.

In the doorway, Rosalie Carbone stands in fear, "Shit! It's me. Christ, put down the sword."

"What do you want?," she tosses the sword aside.

"It's that psycho the Triads hired. He killed Tony. He killed my lieutenants. This shit has gotten out of control."

"You knew the risk when you took this job."

"This business has been in my family for generations."

"Then you should've known what to expect."

She tries to hide her anger, "Listen, all I want is a promise from you. When it comes time to end this, you end it. No escaping to fight another day. They all die!"

"They'll all die. Now,... get the hell out."

Typhoid gets on the ground and begins to do push-ups. Rosalie silently leaves the room.