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Cinnamon coffee?

I got the good stuff
from the spice shop on Atlantic.

I look that bad?

You look how you should look.

Have you been sleeping?

No.

Let me write you a prescription.

You know I hate that stuff, Mom.

Rafi called for you again.

Yeah?

You tell him I'm bedridden?
Crippled with grief?

I'm not telling him anything.
It's not my place. But, Dinah...

as much as I approve of this,
it's not you.

Talk to me at least.

I can't stop thinking about it, Mom.

What do you remember?

There...

There were bullets flying everywhere.

And it's like that happened
in slow motion.

When...

When Sam was dying...

that happened so fast, I couldn't stop it.

And my brain keeps rewinding it
over and over again.

And now you're wondering
what right you have to be alive.

You can't answer that question.

But it's normal to ask it.

But blaming yourself
isn't helping you to get through this.

His... His mom's asked me to speak
at his funeral.

What am I supposed to say?

That... That he died doing what he loved?
Well, that's a lie.

That he wasn't alone at the end?
What the hell does it matter? He's dead.

- Sweetheart...
- He believed in what I told him.

He died for the truth.

So do I tell the truth, or do I just
say things to make them all feel better?

What do you need to tell them?

- Anything?
- Same.

She hasn't gotten out of that bed
since we got here.

I think she's devastated.

I don't think she had anything to do
with her partner's death.

Tell you what. She's either dirty...

or the woman is a total shit magnet.

Why don't we just send her
a little encrypted e-mail...

set up a meet?

Remember the last time
you sent her an e-mail, right?

You wound up dead.

- Look, you agreed to contact her, right?
- Yes, I did.

You acted like an asshole, and I agreed.

If we're gonna do this,
we only got one shot.

Treat her like a high-value target.

I gotta take a leak.

Oh, man.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear... ♪

What you're looking at
is video taken by an employee

of the Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms
field office at the Wall Street pier.

Two other explosions occurred
at the NYPD's 10th Precinct

and the federal courthouse
in Foley Square.

And we should say,
everyone in this video is alive,

though some others were not so lucky.

We are hearing several people
have been killed and dozens more injured.

The FBI and the police department
are at the scenes...

"If you do not,
I will know that you are one of them."

"If you do not,
I will know you are one of them."

"The United States government
has become a tyrannical force...

using its power to persecute
teachers and citizens...

trying them in a court like criminals

for seeking to defend themselves
as the Constitution allows.

They wanna take away our guns,
our freedom...

and then we will be unable
to defend ourselves."

"I have acted in defense
of our liberty and identity.

I have acted for all of us,
to do what is right."

This letter's from the bomber.

- Sure sounds like it.
- Mm-hmm.

And... And he sent it to you directly.
Did... Did you touch this?

Well, yes, obviously,
until I realized what it was.

Okay, so the first thing you wanna do is,
we're... we're gonna call the FBI.

This letter may be the only evidence
of who this guy is,

what he intends to do,
what his state of mind is.

God, I don't know if I'm horrified
or excited.

Maybe a little bit of both.

Guess that makes me
just half a terrible person.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.
This just got interesting.

"You have championed
the common hero before, Miss Page.

I believe you understand that sometimes
a man has to make a stand

for what is right, what is true,
even if the law stands against him.

I ask you in the name
of this country we love

to print my words as a call to arms.
If you do not..."

"If you do not,
I will know you're one of them..."

"...and you and everyone
at your liberal paper will be on my list."

- Then he writes...
- "Give me liberty..."

"...liberty, or give me death."

"...death."

Ah, yes. Real original.

Patrick Henry, one of our Founding Fathers
and a real anti-Federalist.

Okay, so, yeah, not so excited.
He just threatened the entire paper.

Yeah, well, I feel sick.

That this guy thinks that I'd approve
of what he's done?

That is the last thing that I meant.

Look, what if we print the letter
and a reply?

No, I wanna tell him and everyone else
how this makes me feel.

Okay, well, that's not up to you or me.

We have to see what the authorities think
is the best way to catch this guy.

Surely that's making this public?

Someone might know him,
might recognize his handwriting

- or phrasing or...
- Yeah. Maybe.

Just stop. Stop, okay? Don't...

Don't do anything. Don't say anything.

- Don't mention this...
- Ellison.

...until we have official instructions...

Ellison, we have an opportunity
to lead the debate on this.

The Bulletin will publish an editorial
if the FBI okays it.

Okay, but I wanna put my name on it.

No, he wrote to me.
I'm not hiding behind the paper.

That's dangerous.
I mean, he's already singled you out.

Yes, he has.

All right.

All right, fine.
I'll say something to the FBI.

You can start writing. I'll make the call.

- Do not touch that!
- Of course.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear... ♪

There's nothing in this world
I hate as much as a goddamn bomb.

Goddamn cowards.

They think they're gonna scare people
into making them do what they want.

They're wrong.

It just pisses people off, you know,
brings them together, makes them stronger.

New York doesn't forget.

Whoever this is,
they're in for a world of shit.

You know, if they bring Madani into work,
we might get our chance.

Come on.

Whole city's got its eyes open.

Last thing we're gonna do
is go after a Homeland agent.

What do you wanna do? Nothing?

It's better than doing something stupid.

How is it going out there?

FBI and NYPD are running things
on the ground, and...

we're working intelligence.

How is Dinah?

I'm not letting you talk to her.
She's a mess, Rafi.

Gee, thanks.

I'm okay.

I'll be right down the hall.

I want you to have
all the recovery time you need.

But whatever you've done...

you left that office completely unprepared
for these bombings.

My SAC is out,
I have several dead agents...

and I don't know why.

You might not wanna know.

Survivors say you refused
to name the target...

and filed a false tactical plan.

Have you identified the guys we killed?
Who they worked for?

Were they government-affiliated?

You need to answer the questions,
not ask them.

Talk to me, Dinah.

- You ever had a partner die on your watch?
- No.

- No. You ever shot anyone, been shot at?
- You know I haven't.

Every time I close my eyes,
I see Sam Stein's face staring up at me.

He had this look when he was dying.

He wasn't sad or scared.
He was... surprised.

Like he couldn't believe
it was ending that way.

I can't shake that look.

What do you want me to say?

That this has nothing to do
with Ahmad Zubair and Kandahar.

That Sam Stein and the others
didn't die chasing your ghosts.

I cannot protect you
if I don't know the truth.

The truth?

The truth is what brought us here.

No one wanted to hear it.

This bomber is intent
on spreading fear, but I'm not scared.

I know this city will pull together
like it has so many times before.

The Bulletin may have printed his words,

but we've also given his letter
to the FBI,

because we have faith in the institutions
that he seeks to destroy.

"We must not tolerate those
who use violence to communicate.

This man is not a patriot.

He's a coward, a terrorist."

Jesus Christ, Karen.
Why you goin' after him like this?

- Well, we're about to find out.
- What are you talking about?

Girlfriend's on the radio.

Turn that up.

Up next,
The Ricky Langtry Show.

Good morning, New York.

You are listening
to The Ricky Langtry Show,

and I am your host, Ricky Langtry.

We have two guests
on the show this morning.

Senator Stan Ori,

a vocal, long-standing proponent
of tougher gun control laws.

Is that fair to say, Senator?

Ricky, thanks for having me.
And yes, it certainly is.

And we have Karen Page,
Bulletin journalist,

to whom the bomber wrote personally.

Karen, you responded with a pretty,
uh, pissy editorial this morning.

You addressed this individual directly
by calling him...

- You called him a terrorist?
- Mm-hmm.

Do you have sympathy
with his point of view?

Uh, no. None.

The irony of this bomber's point of view
is terrifying.

You're referring to the idea that...

that he is using violence
to defend the second amendment?

Yes, I am. We have
a killer committing murders in our midst

to protest against efforts
to reduce the murder rate in this country.

Well, that's your takeaway, Senator.

I mean, uh, you know,
you are the gun control guy.

Less guns, less death. That simple.

This guy was using bombs, not guns.

Could be some local hero with a hand gun
puts a cap in this guy's ass.

You could even argue
that the right to put a cap in his ass

is part of the foundation
that America was built upon.

Ricky, really?
That was almost 300 years ago.

Miss Page, wouldn't you agree that,
in this day and age,

no ordinary citizen needs to carry a gun?

You're barking up the wrong tree there.

Have you ever been scared, Senator?

Uh, genuinely afraid for your life?

In a situation where a gun
and the willingness to use it

might be the only difference
between living or dying?

Guns are a toxin in our society.

In the wrong hands,
they wreak terrible results.

It's barely a year since this city
was terrorized by the Punisher.

You know, uh,
that's hardly the same thing.

Frank Castle killed murderers
and drug dealers.

But where's the line, Karen?

Frank Castle decided
he knew better than the law

- and was tried for killing 37 people.
- Frank Castle's not a terrorist.

- Thirty-seven?
- That they know about.

Castle was a hero to many who felt
that he was doing what cops failed to do.

Uh, hold it there, folks.
We'll be right back.

Gotta pay some bills.

Got a caller. Says it's him. The bomber.

Uh, call the cops.

Uh, give them the number.
Maybe they can trace the call.

This just got interesting, huh, guys?

- You both ready? All right.
- Mm-hmm.

New York, we have a caller on the line
who claims to be the bomber himself.

Can I get a name?

No, my name is not important.

Only my actions.

You're talking to New York.
What do you wanna say?

Why did you say those things
about me, Karen?

Because I despise everything you've done.

Ease up, Karen.

This country is being cannibalized
by people like Senator Ori.

Shipping our jobs overseas,
selling us out,

then taking our guns
so we can't do anything about it.

You're such a coward.

Those people that you killed,
they weren't making policy.

They were secretaries and janitors
and beat cops. Regular people.

How does that help your cause?

Maybe the government
did something awful to you.

I don't know your story.

But awful things happen
to people every day,

and they don't murder people
because of it.

You're just a pawn, like the rest of them.

And Senator Ori, what a joke.

You don't represent anyone but yourself.

The war is just beginning,
and you are all on the wrong side of it.

Sic semper tyrannis.

New York, you're dealing...

Wait. I've heard that before.

- Yeah, in history class.
- No, no, no, no.

I heard that...

I heard that somewhere before.

Where the fuck was it?

It's...

it's Curtis'...

Curtis' group.
That kid, he... he said that.

He said sic semper tyrannis.
He said that.

- You sure about that?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

How often you hear Latin?
Yeah, I'm sure about it. He...

Curtis talked to me about that kid.

He said he's always blaming others
for his problems.

His name is... His name is Lewis,
and he drives a cab.

- Lewis and he drives a...
- Could you find him on there?

Lewis and he drives a cab?
That's not much to go on.

Come on! He's a vet! I just...

He's Army, all right?
He... He's white, 25 years old.

He's definitely under 30 years old.
Could you just find him?

That narrows it down. But listen, Frank,
are you sure that this is the same guy?

I'm goddamn sure. Just...
Come on, David, just find him.

Okay, what happens when I find him?

What do you think happens?

This piece of shit's
going after Karen.

What's the deal with you two?

The deal is just that nobody goes
after her, okay? Not on my watch.

- You wanna go after this guy.
- You're goddamn right.

What would you do if it was Sarah?

If there was a maniac coming
after her, what would you do?

Sarah's my wife. Sarah's my family.

Listen to me. Listen.

I'm only gonna say this once.
So is Karen.

If something happens to her, I...

- Just...
- Okay.

Please.

Thank you.

Lewis, you need to call me.

I heard the radio.
I've been to your place.

I wanna stop this
before anyone else gets hurt.

But you gotta call me, buddy, all right?

O'Connor?

O'Connor, you home?

O'Connor, you home?

You shouldn't be here, Curtis.

I needed to come check on you.

Huh.

I figured, um, that you need some help.
You know, talk.

There's a dead guy in that chair.
Seem like he's been there for a while.

None of that matters... now.

We could still figure this out.

- It's not too late to do the right thing.
- Oh, I am doing the right thing.

I can't leave here without you, buddy.
You know that, right?

Right.

You can't leave here.

No, no, uh...

Just stay down, Lewis!

- Frank.
- Yeah?

Lewis Wilson.

Age 26, formerly 1st Infantry Division.

Address is registered to Clay,
Lewis' father.

- That's him.
- Look...

why don't we just call
an anonymous tip line?

- Frank, let's call Curtis.
- Nah.

All right? Curtis knows the guy.
Let him deal with this.

Curtis will just try to fix him.

We're doing this my way.

No arrests in the three deadly blasts

that rocked Manhattan early Tuesday.

The three devices referred to by the FBI
as homemade...

He may have written you once before.

Nothing sounds familiar?

Uh, not that I can tell.
Um, we get a lot of angry letters, though.

We might have some in the archives.

Is it okay if I get this?

- Be my guest.
- Thanks.

Karen Page.

The hell are you doing, Karen?
Going after a guy like this.

Because he chose me.

It made me angry that he thinks
I'd agree with his actions.

Yeah, good for you.

Now you got a target on your back.
You happy?

What was I supposed to do? Nothing?
That's how people like this win, Fr...

Why are you calling?

- Is the FBI there?
- Yes.

Good. You just stay put
till you hear from me.

Oh, sorry, hold on a sec.
Could I get a little privacy?

Sure.

Why am I hearing from you?

What do you know about this?

Yeah, I know that you need to stay put
until this gets dealt with.

- No, what does this have to do with you?
- Do you know who he is?

Frank?

If you do, tell me.

I can go to the FBI,
and we can deal with this.

Ah, it's faster my way.

Faster? They're right here.

Why don't we do this
the right way for once?

Right way he doesn't walk away from.

That makes you no different than him.

Hey, Karen, we are plenty different,
and you know it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Two guys don't like the way the world
works, so they do whatever they like?

Do not do this and say that it's for me.

Yeah, just stay put.

Hey.

Shouldn't you be out there?

- Nobody wants me out there, believe me.
- Hmm.

Hey, hey.

Sex is not gonna make
your problems go away.

Maybe I just wanted to feel
something good.

Do you know that I've been to 17 funerals?

Friends, guys that I served with.

You think I don't know
what this feeling is like?

Yeah, were any of them your fault?

Yeah, if I wanted to go that way. Sure.

Maybe if I'd shot this guy,
or stopped that guy.

Been there a second sooner,
stayed a second later.

So maybe.

Or, shit, blame the enemy.
How about that?

Sometimes...

Sometimes it's the dead guy's fault.

You ever think about that?

While you're lying there?

Maybe Stein screwed up.

I mean, how'd he manage
to get himself stabbed

when he was the one with the gun?

It doesn't matter
if I'm out there or in here.

Bad guys keep doing bad shit,
the world turns.

You get back on the horse.
That's what people like us do.

And there's a pretty big horse
for you to jump on the back of right now.

If you can't do that...

maybe it's time to call it a day.
There'd be no shame in it.

Is that what you want?

Permission to quit?

Look, I can't go back,
even if I wanted to.

Federal agents are dead,
and Stein died for nothing.

As soon as everyone figures that out,
I'm finished.

I... I used Frank Castle's name as bait.

I went after the people trying
to kill a dead man.

You see how crazy
that makes me look, right?

You were just trying
to do the right thing.

No one will give a shit.

Yeah?

Well, they weren't there.

Neither were you.

- Yeah?
- Hey, where are you?

At the Wilsons'.
No sign of him or the old man.

Listen, Frank...

I've been thinking about what you said.
You're right.

If you can do something about this guy,
you have to, you know?

Even if I don't like it.

What is this? You're giving me
permission I never asked for.

You have to do whatever it takes
to take care of the people you love.

What are you trying to tell me, David?

Listen, I got a trace from Wilson's cell,
different address.

He got a call about 30 minutes ago
from Curtis.

Now Curtis is at the same address.

- 83451 Van Buren.
- God damn it.

Absolutely. None of my concern.

My view of law enforcement
is let them do their jobs.

What I'm proposing to do is twofold.

Firstly, that we see that the victims
of this terrible event

are looked after and...

Exactly. And secondly, that...

Yeah. Secondly, that we do not lose sight
of what drives this terrorist. He...

I appreciate that.

Your support will make all the difference.

Yup. And thank you.

He's in. Contact his office
for transfer of funds.

And make sure his name is prominent
in the, uh, programs. Who's next?

Mr. Russo, the security consultant,
is here.

Ah, Mr. Russo.

I'm Stan Ori. I hope we haven't kept you.

Not at all.
It's a hive of activity around here.

Yeah, I'm planning a fundraising gala here
at the hotel

to benefit the victims of the bombings.

Raise awareness on the issues.

And a clear act of defiance
in the face of terrorism.

Yeah, and setting yourself up
as this guy's enemy.

I guess that's why I'm here.

A, uh, friend in a high place
told me you were the best.

Your friend was right.

I'm interested. As a military man,

what's your take on this terrorist?

Professionally,
he's a threat to be neutralized.

Personally...

he's a murdering coward
I'd take out in the blink of an eye.

And you... you don't worry
that violence begets violence?

Senator, I make my living out of violence.

And that doesn't bother you?

Says the guy looking
to hire armed security.

Listen, if we're gonna work together,
you need to start seeing us as insurance.

If everything goes well, well...

then you'll wonder
what the hell we're doing here.

And if it doesn't...

then we'll be the reason that you
get to keep having these debates.

I am a prominent voice
in the anti-gun movement.

If someone trying to attack me
gets shot in the head...

you can see how that wouldn't look good.

These principles of yours...

they worth dying for?

When can you start?

Right away. Isaac and Simon will stay
while I organize the rest of your detail.

And if this guy does come after you,
then...

they'll do their best to subdue him
in a humane manner.

Very dry, Mr. Russo.

- Welcome aboard.
- Thank you, sir.

- You good?
- Yeah.

Eyes on Ori.

Curt?

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, hey.
Hey, Curtis, look at me. It's me.

Hey, you do not move, okay?
You stay still. You got that?

You just stay still.

Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me. I got you. I got you.

Come on. You're all right.

There you go.

All right.

What happened here, Curt?

I tried to stop him.

Little bastard kicked my leg
out from under me.

Back in the day, you know
I would have snapped him in two.

I know you would, Curt.
Hey, I know you would.

I know you would. You just...

You... you be easy, okay? You just...

Easy.

Where you going?

- Where you going?
- I'm gonna clean you up a bit.

- See about getting you out of here.
- Hey, Frank, just get out of here. Call...

Get out of here and call the cops, man.

Come here.

Come here. Hey, drink this. That's it.

Go on.

Good.

He beat me. Beat me with my own leg.

Come on, Curt.

You remember that, uh...

that EOD class we took?

And what they said about Claymores?

Seven hundred steel balls
comin' at you 1,000 meters per second.

A lot of goddamn balls, huh?

- What is that?
- My cell phone. In my pocket.

My...

You're supposed to be dead.

This Lewis?

And you're Frank Castle.

They said that you were killed.

Yeah, well, they say a lot of things, kid.

I guess they needed you gone.

Too many people were on your side.
People like me.

People who know that we have to...
to take matters into our own hands.

Is that what you're doing here, Lewis?
You...

you taking matters into your own hands?

Someone had to. Same as you.

Kid, what does this have to do
with Curtis?

Curtis...
Curtis chose the wrong side.

No. No, you're wrong there.

I promise you, he's never been
on the wrong side of anything in his life.

Just... You gotta trust me on that one.

Come on, Lewis.
What's the plan here, huh?

I mean, how does this end?

You gonna wait for the cops to show up?
You gonna blow them all to hell?

You take on the establishment,
kid, that...

that will not end well.

They will find you and kill you

before you ever make a dent,
I promise you.

I already made a dent.

Listen to me.
You need to let Curtis go, all right?

You let me get him out of here...

and then you turn yourself in, all right?
Just do it, yeah?

Nobody else needs to get hurt.

- Is that what you did, Frank?
- What?

No, you fought your war,
and now I am fighting mine.

You are nothing like me.
You are nothing like me.

People I went after,
I stood in front of 'em.

I looked them in the eye
before I put 'em down. Not you.

You're a coward.
You hide behind these goddamn bombs.

You got a United States Marine here!
A United States Marine!

You're nothing but shit on my shoe, you...

You trying to get us killed?

You decided to go?

I owe it to Sam.

When I first came to New York,
Sam's career was going nowhere.

And then I came along.
I lit a fire under him,

gave him something to chase.

He trusted me.

And he died for it.

So, yeah, I'm gonna speak at the service.

And I'm gonna tell the truth. All of it.

It'll mean the end of my career.

But the federal agents, the press,
someone will have to act on my words.

They can't bury it then.

Even if they bury me.

Grand gesture.

Yeah. The only one I have left.

It's a dangerous time, Dinah.

I want you to reflect on all this
before you act.

Mom, the last thing I need to do
is spend another minute reflecting, okay?

I understand your need.

But if you do this,
there is no turning back.

I know.

All right, then.
But consider one question first.

I wonder if, deep down,

you want to burn all your bridges
because you're scared to return.

Yeah, the thing I just can't figure out
is whether this is on a, uh,

an open circuit or a closed.

You know the difference?

Uh...

I think a, uh...

a closed circuit means any wire I cut,
that's it.

But open, some go boom, some don't.

The problem is I just cannot figure out
which is which.

So either way, we're screwed.

You know, maybe what happens

is supposed to happen,
and if we get in the way,

same old shit's just gonna
come back around.

Yeah, and maybe that kid hit you
a little bit too hard in the head.

There's been plenty of times
I wished for it.

Ah, come on.
That's bullshit, and you know it.

You think I woke up in the hospital
with a missing leg, full of good thoughts?

Hey.

I'm proud of everything
that you've done since then.

You didn't feel sorry for yourself.
You didn't wallow.

You got on with it, yeah?

You helped people, Curtis.
That's what you did.

You wanna know why?
I'll tell you why.

'Cause every time I'm talking to them,
I'm talking to myself.

You think I don't wake up screaming...

thinkin' on what I used to be?

Wish for it?

Shit. I got my ass beat by a kid.

It's not your fault.

You ever feel helpless?

I have.

And I swore I'd never feel it again.

But here I am.

I'd rather I had died
in that last bomb than be...

sat here, strapped to this one.

Yeah.

I called the cops.

Okay. I figured you would.

- I don't wanna hurt you, Frank.
- And why is that?

You're not my enemy.

We should be working together.

If that's what you want, kid,
you got it. Just...

You just tell me which one
of these wires to cut, yeah?

You tell me how I get Curt out of here,
and, uh, I'll be right along.

I don't know if I can trust you.

Trust, it's... it's got nothing to do
with it, right? You can...

You can trust someone,
they still let you down.

Curtis ever tell you
about how he lost his leg?

No.

There was a, uh...

There was an IED. It went off in a market.

You know, it was a big one.
It was... It was bad, you know.

Women, kids...
There's body parts everywhere.

People screaming, you know.
It was... It was madness, you know.

People were trying to make sense of it.
You know, all wild-eyed, but not...

not Curt.

He was cold as ice, you know.

He was in the middle of it.
He was doing his job.

He was... He was holding this kid...

puttin' him back together.

He was the best damn corpsman I ever saw.

See, my job,
I was supposed to secure a perimeter.

That's when I saw
this woman walking at us.

She was 7, 8 months pregnant.
She was walking right at us.

It wasn't even like that.

It was.

It was.

I saw her.

My job was to keep her away.

The only problem, Lewis,
is when I looked at her,

I saw my wife back home,
who was pregnant with my kid.

I should have put her down, but I froze.

I couldn't squeeze that trigger.

And when she blew herself up...

well, she killed that kid
that Curtis was working on.

She blew off Curtis's leg, too.

Now I dragged him out of there.

He thanked me for saving his life,
but the truth is...

I ruined it.

Come to the back window, Frank.

Yeah.

Hear that?

- They're coming?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I hear it.

But I'm gonna stay right here.

Get out of here. Go!

Frank, you son of a bitch, please!

I don't give a damn about the past,
and you don't owe me anything.

I am not leaving.

Let me ask you a question, Lewis.

Why'd you join up?

- I wanted to serve my country.
- Come on.

That's elementary school shit,
and you know it.

Joined up because
you wanted to fight, right?

You wanted a taste.
To get some. It's okay.

Me, too. And now what you're doing
is you're using the flag, right?

You use it to wipe off the shit
that you've done since you've been home.

Home?

Home?

No, there is no home.

Not as long as hacks like Karen Page

think they can write or say
whatever it is they want.

Or politicians like Ori sit
and attack real patriots, Frank.

No, they are gonna learn
that they're not safe.

Now I'm getting sick
of your goddamn voice, you know that?

Now I'm gonna walk in there
and I'm gonna cut one of those wires.

Now what are you gonna do?
You gonna kill me, kid?

You ready? You ready to kill me?

You ready to kill Curtis?
Is that who you are?

Decision's in your hands.

- You decide how this goes!
- Yeah. Yeah, that's right. I do, Frank.

Wow, you're a big man.

Well, then go ahead, big man.
Make your decision!

Are you ready?

You wanna kill me? You wanna kill Curtis?

Try the white wire.

Hey...

Hey, hey...

Hey...

Frank, no, what are you doing? Just go.
Frank, just go. Just go, man.

Just... just go.

- Frank, just go.
- Look at me. Hey.

- Hey.
- Frank, just go.

Hey. It's you and me, Curt.

It's you and me.

Come on. It's you and me.

Stop right there!

He's heading east, towards Pine Street!

Freeze! NYPD!
Don't move, asshole!

Hands on your head!
Down! Right now!

You want another one, sweetie?

No. I'm gonna be late. Thanks.

Buy you a drink?

Really not in the mood, buddy.

Is that 'cause your partner's dead?

Who are you?

Call me Micro.

- You sent me the video.
- Mm-hmm.

Then a lot of people got killed.

You're wondering
if I had something to do with that?

Yeah.

So Frank Castle turns up alive,
and now you're sitting here.

No way that's a coincidence.

So you... you and Castle, you're what?
Partners?

Are you here to kill me?

I'm here because I hope I'm right
and you're not one of 'em.

You know what? Screw you
for thinking I'm part of that shit.

You wanna shoot me, then go right ahead.

There's a funeral I'd rather not attend,
so you'd be doing me a favor.

I can give you the names
of everyone involved in Kandahar.

Yeah, we're clear.

The CIA operation
was off the books. It was, uh...

totally illegal.

The heroin was funding. Your guy Zubair,
he caught wind of it, and, uh...

they painted him as a terrorist,
pulled him from his house, executed him.

Have you got a name?

William Rawlins.

He was the interrogator. He ran it.

And you can prove all this?

Mmm. I still have the video files.

But you need Frank.

He was in the room.

He doesn't know you're here, does he?

Answer me one thing.
Did you know?

An anonymous tip
led police to this house in Queens

where Castle was fleeing the scene.

- Did you know?
- Police were unable to apprehend Castle,

but this image was caught
on a dashboard camera.

Facial recognition software confirms...

...that the man you are looking at
is indeed Frank Castle. He is alive.

Early reports...

- Hey, turn that up.
- ...of a casualty

and police pursuit of a fleeing suspect.

So far those reports are unconfirmed.
Stay tuned as this story develops.

It appears Frank Castle,

- also known as the Punisher...
- Shit!

- Shit.
- ...is alive and may...

Castle was tried
and convicted of the murders of 37 people,

all of whom have ties to the city's most
notorious organized crime syndicates...

We have breaking news
that Queens NYPD Police...

Stay tuned as the story develops.

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