Marvel's Daredevil

- Christ almighty. -

What the hell happened here?

Please.

They need medical attention. Please. Please.

Thompson, help them.

Got it.

Daniel, look at me.

Jesus Christ.

Don't let any of 'em out your sight, okay?

- Yeah, yeah. -

Okay, guys, come over here.

Um, I wanna make sure we cordon off...

- ETA on the ambulances. - They're two out, sir.

I need five of 'em to... 54 St. Mark's, right away.

Mahoney.

Let me guess. You're the one who found 'em.

The cages, the medical tubing. They were being drained.

- For what? - Doesn't matter.

We need to find the people who did this to them.

It would be a good start if you told me who that was.

You see anyone down there?

No.

But you could start with the Yakuza.

- "Start with"? - Yeah.

Shit!

You saying the Yakuza is mixed up with another group?

- I think so. -

That's scarier than all this cult-looking ritual shit put together.

This group... they got a name?

- I'm working on it. - Yeah, I'll bet you are.

Listen, these victims, they need to be taken somewhere off the grid,

somewhere they can't be found.

No. What they need is medical attention.

I know, and they'll get it, but...

Whatever was being done to them, it may not be over.

We need to get them somewhere safe.

Yeah, that might not be a bad idea.

All Saints is closest...

No, take them to Metro-General.

I know someone there we can trust. But...

no one can know you're bringing them in.

I'm on it.

And just know, someday...

I'ma tell you how to do your job.

Thompson, I need a favor.

Got the last one.

And he's burning up. I need a cooling blanket and ice packs.

We're out.

Jesus. Uh...

Vending machine.

Next floor down. Get all the cold sodas you can.

- Okay. - Apply them on their wrists.

We need to get the fever down.

Thanks for this.

Thank administration.

They've taken six months to remodel this wing.

Anything happens, you let me know.

I'll keep a few PD here, and more downstairs.

- Okay. - And do me a favor?

Keep the details of this arrangement to yourself.

Details?

Our mutual friend.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

This ain't like any overdose I've ever seen.

Yeah, their systems are in free fall.

- Holy shit. - What?

She's got no prints.

Her fingertips were burnt off.

Her, too.

IDing 'em is gonna be fun.

What kind of junkies do this?

Yeah, I think this was done to them.

Let's just get them stable. One headache at a time.

You.

And here I was hoping my day would get worse.

- Hi, Claire. - Five patients, non-responsive,

high fever, no fingerprints.

You wanna tell me what kind of shit storm

you just rained down on me?

It's why I'm here.

In here.

- What's the story? -

It's, um...

it's complicated.

Always is with you.

Remember the last time you patched me up?

When you were cut to shreds?

Kinda hard to forget.

Well, the same guy who did that to me,

he's the one responsible for your five new patients.

Nobu.

You said he burned to death.

Yeah.

I was wrong.

There's gotta be more to the story than that.

For now...

I need you to know that every one of these people is still in real danger.

Okay, I have checked their vitals.

I know, they're hanging by a thread.

No. Claire, I mean... even if you manage to save their lives,

someone may still come to kill them.

And the people who gave them aid?

Most likely.

Yes.

Wow, Matt. I...

I really have not missed you at all.

But, look, Claire, nobody knows they're here.

And I'm gonna offer you all the protection I can.

Plus, you can still send them away.

You know I can't do that.

Thank you.

It's why I came to you.

Are you hurt?

Yeah...

a little.

"A little"?

Oh.

That's...

Bone bruise.

A fractured rib, most likely.

It's probably busted, knowing you.

I'll say this about you, Matt Murdock.

You are a lot of bad things.

Boring is not one of them.

Here.

- What is it? - Two aspirin.

Catholic morphine. Take it.

I don't know.

I'm...

All units, suspect Frank Castle.

Believed to be armed and extremely dangerous.

I should've known this day would get worse.

I want this out across all five boroughs.

And get some additional units to the courthouse and City Hall.

- Do it. Move! - Son of a bitch.

What is it?

The Punisher.

He just escaped.

Miss Page? Yeah.

Agent Gallagher. Follow me.

I'll get you through security as quickly as possible.

Thank you.

Excuse us. Excuse me. Pardon me.

Sorry.

Wait here.

Hey.

Guess I'm not the only one that got Reyes's invitation.

Security is nuts.

Frank Castle's on the loose. I wouldn't take any chances either.

No, not even Frank could have orchestrated an escape that quickly.

How's that even possible?

Guessing that's what the District Attorney

wants to ask us.

This case just keeps serving up the shit burgers.

- Mr. Nelson, this way. - See you on the other side.

Yeah.

Excuse me, sir. Do you need a hand?

No, thank you. Thank you so much.

I, uh, see Reyes... dragged you in, too.

Karen?

Are you all right?

Other than being hauled in as a suspect

in the escape of a confessed murderer?

Yeah, I'm great.

Yeah, this whole case has been a disaster.

I'm sorry I pulled you guys into it.

Don't be sorry.

How are you otherwise?

Good. Yeah, I'm good.

Good.

Miss Page?

- Come with me. - Yeah.

Mr. Murdock, I'll be right back.

According to my buddy,

Reyes is most likely about to grill us like fish.

She has no cause.

On paper, we're still Frank Castle's attorneys.

And I am so proud of that.

Frank's out, but instead of going after him herself,

Reyes is dragging us into the lion's den.

What could we possibly know about his escape?

Precisely dick.

But if Reyes can find a way to blame us for all this, she will.

Karen, you spent the most time with him.

He say anything?

Anything at all that could help us right now?

Nothing about an escape.

I went over Castle's transfer work.

He wasn't waltzing into some country club.

They were burying him in their highest security control unit...

with all the other rock stars on cell block D.

Uh, Matt... this way.

Hey, Foggy. You said cell block D?

- It'll be just another minute. - Thanks.

Does that mean something to you?

Yeah, I like to keep track of the people

who might want to kill us.

- The Punisher? - No, not Frank. Wilson Fisk.

Frank blows his trial, and ends up on Fisk's cell block?