Marvel's Daredevil

Now, watch out.

One of them killed his father with a scalpel.

I don't know about the rest, but don't take any chances.

We just need to quarantine them until the cops can...

- Claire... - Oh, my God!

What the hell?

Temple!

No! Louisa!

Don't let him take us back down there.

So, there's this...

organization.

Its members believe in some pretty... strange shit.

And they have deep pockets,

even deeper connections all over Hell's Kitchen.

- Like a cult? - It's kinda hard to explain.

They call themselves the Hand. Nobu's one of them.

Those killers who attacked us, I think they work for him.

Why did they want those patients back?

Honestly, I don't know.

That candle that you're burning at both ends?

Sooner or later, it's gonna fizzle out.

I'm fine. Really.

You know the problem with martyrs?

The good ones end up dead.

You know, it's... it's one thing to try to take on the mob,

or to block some shady real estate deal.

But this stuff?

- Those people just killed your friend. - I know!

I can't just let that happen, Claire. Not in my city.

It's not your city anymore!

Matt, admit...

you're in over your head.

- There's no shame in that. -

Yeah?

When? Oh...

I'll be right down. Thanks.

Hey, I gotta go. It's important.

Okay.

Really am sorry.

So am I.

We're almost done.

Thanks.

Just want to go over your statement one more time.

You're sure you didn't see anything

unusual outside your apartment?

Not that I remember.

And the man who blindsided the two officers,

you couldn't tell if it was Castle?

Like I said in my statement,

when the shooting began,

I hit the decks and stayed there.

I didn't see anything.

Smart. Powell, I think we're good.

Go ahead and pull your car around.

Are you okay?

It's been a long night.

Have there been any developments?

Besides making sure Castle's face

is plastered across

every TV channel and newspaper?

The DA and the medical examiner are dead,

the same asshole takes a shot at you,

and so far nobody in this entire city's

seen a damn thing.

I'm...

I'm sorry. That wasn't, uh, very professional.

Mmm. Like you said, it's been a long night.

We'll nail him.

Until then, I'm just glad you agreed

to accept police protection.

I appreciate the offer.

All right, the car's outside.

Powell and Reed will escort you to a safe location.

We'll keep someone posted outside, 24/7.

Right.

If you remember anything, anything...

you know where to find me.

Sorry, he's, uh...

Can you give me a minute?

Thanks.

- Matt. - Karen.

What are you doing here?

Brett reached out. Someone shot at you?

Yeah, it's... it's okay. I'm fine.

- Why didn't you call me? -

Would you have answered?

Look, Matt, I know that you mean well,

but I can take care of myself.

No, you can't, Karen.

Not if Frank Castle wants you dead. No one can.

You're right! You're right! Castle's dangerous,

and maybe I can't handle this,

but I don't want your help.

What's going on with you? What are you holding back?

Frank didn't do this, okay?

Matter of fact, he saved me.

What?

He was at my apartment last night.

And if he hadn't been watching the place, I'd be dead.

Except the cops have it all wrong.

Frank didn't kill Reyes.

But whoever did knew that Frank would take the blame,

and what do you know, every cop in New York City

wants Punisher's head on a stick.

You told this to the police?

- No. - Great! Lying to the cops. Smart, Karen.

But that's my problem, not yours.

Frank thinks he can find this guy faster than the NYPD,

and, honestly, I agree with him.

He saved my life and he asked me for time. I... I owe him that much.

Not saying I'm going along with this,

but if Castle's not the shooter, who is?

Everything points back to the Central Park sting.

That's where everything fell apart.

What Reyes mentioned.

- This Blacksmith? - Mmm-hmm. Right.

Frank has a source in prison.

Turns out the DA was right,

that the Blacksmith arranged the meet.

Why would the Blacksmith come after you?

I've been working with Ellison at the Bulletin.

Yep. Yeah, that'll be it.

- When... when, when did this start? - Ever since the trial.

When I was trying to find evidence for the Castle case.

We were looking into the Central Park shootings,

and I guess we're getting too close.

- Then you need to back off. - No, Matt. You need to back off!

This is not a game, Karen. This is dangerous.

Right, well, so was working at Nelson and Murdock. I...

The cops have offered me protection and I'm... I'm taking it.

So you don't have to worry. I'm... I'm fine.

Look, I'm gonna... I'm gonna go.

- I'm gonna come with you... - No! Matt, I'm...

I'm not yours to protect.

Room's been checked, it's clear.

You need anything, anything at all, we'll be just outside.

Okay, thanks. What I need is about 12 hours' sleep.

You said you'd bring a car, not steal mine.

It's a good song.

We used to sing along to that.

Imagine me doing that.

I inherited the tapes with the car.

Hey...

Look, maybe you don't wanna be here, mmm?

Gotta say, I'm having second thoughts.

I'm not a lawyer.

I'm not protected by attorney-client privilege.

Lying to the cops, that makes me an accessory.

Okay.

So, walk away. Go.

Blacksmith already tried to get me once.

I really don't wanna give him a second chance.

He's not gonna get it.

Hello, Mr. Nelson. You decent?

Oh, boo. I was hoping to catch an eyeful.

- No such luck. -

It's a Foggy Bear.

Calm down, I also brought you this.

- -

There's a, uh, lot of extra security out there.

Oh.

Anything going on I should know about?

Um, I don't know.

I heard a hell of a lot of noise last night.

You didn't see Matt on the way in, did you?

Sorry.

So, how are you, really?

Peachy.

I'm in the hospital with a hole in my arm

and Nelson-Murdock's kaput.

- - They say it comes in threes.

Next you're gonna tell me Josie's burnt down.

Wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

But actually, I'm here...

to present you with a new opportunity.

People around town have been talking about you.

About how I blew the trial of the century?

Give yourself more credit.

Your opening statement set the tone for the trial.

Which, if Castle hadn't been such a lunatic,

you might've actually won.

Some are saying it was... impressive.

I lost the case. My firm imploded.

And now you're a free agent.

You can finally be your own man.

What you might consider a failure

could actually be something else.