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Okay. Keep your eye on the queen, right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Eye on the queen. Eye on the queen.

But watch the jacks. Watch the jacks.

'Cause you hit the jack
and you don't come back.

God damn...

- Damn it.
- Want me to go slower?

- Shut up.
- Is that it?

- Yeah?
- Deal the cards.

Can I ask you something?

Shoot.

Are you, like, a hitman
for Homeland Security?

All that Punisher stuff?

That's their name, not mine.
And I don't work for anybody.

Are you kidding me?

So do we have a plan here?

If we're not running, what are we doing?

Just deal the cards.

Come on, come on, come on, come on. Do it.

- All right, just...
- Got it.

Queen.

- It's right...
- Oh, my God.

- You're not seeing it.
- You gotta be kidding me.

- You're not seeing it.
- What do you mean?

- You're cheating.
- Come on. Really?

Everybody knows
that three-card monte's a scam.

But they still come back to the table.

'Cause they think
they can outsmart the game.

Or they need the money.
Every mark has a reason.

Yeah? What's mine?

You think you can beat anybody,
no matter how stacked the deck.

And you're bored.

And you drink too much coffee.

The frustration keeps you playing.

You hardly ever see
girls playing this game, right?

It's always guys, 'cause they want to win.

What's the alternative?

- Be smart. Don't play.
- Yeah.

Seriously, though, what...

What are you planning to do
about our situation here?

I don't know. What is our situation?
And how did we get here?

It all goes back to Konchevsky, right?
The guy who hired us.

I call him for help,
and suddenly there's goons everywhere.

So, I don't know,
maybe he didn't want to pay for the job.

Or he didn't want any witnesses left
to know what he had.

Are you palming the queen?

- Is that what you're doing?
- No. Look.

So, what? Are they all jacks?

Then, they're all jacks.

You gotta be kidding me.

It's a really simple sleight, actually.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, let me show you.

Look, two cards in one hand, right?

Always the queen.

But you throw the jack.

That's it.

Oh, that pisses me off.

You've just been looking
in the wrong place.

God damn it.

So this Konchevsky,
you said you called him.

Does that mean you know how to find him?

No. But I know he's from here.

Excuse me?

He's from New York.

Some creepy white old guy.
Russian gang dude.

What? You just failed to mention that?

Why do you think I tried to run?

God, I couldn't believe when
you brought me here, of all places.

Shit.

That makes things easier.

You're going after him?

Got to.

Do it again.

You can't win, Frank.

See, that's the thing.

Knowing the move won't help you.

If I know you know...

Christ.

Like I said,
the only way to win is to not play.

Yeah, that's not an option.

Just got to make sure we're the dealer.

Oh, hell no.

Oh, hell yeah.

I don't know what you've heard,
but I ain't done nothing to nobody.

Ask around. I'm head-to-toe legit.

That's good, Turk.
But I need to find a Russian.

I know before you found this, uh...
straight and true path you're on,

you used to sell guns to the Russian vory.

I look like the United Nations to you?

Nah, you look like an asshole to me.

Konchevsky. You heard of him?

Mmm-hmm.

I need to meet with him.

Or maybe I make a phone call.

NYPD and National Guard,

they'll have tanks rolling
down Fifth Avenue after your ass, Castle.

Hey.

You make that call,
I kill you before you hang up the phone.

You know I'll do it.

Konchevsky and his crew
work out of Kazan's Gym in Brooklyn.

They are not good people.

You want to take 'em all out,
the gym is the place.

- Why is that?
- None of them are packing in there.

Cops are in and out of their business
all the time.

Fish in a barrel for a guy like you.

Okay. You gotta go see him.

You gotta tell him that you got a guy
who's got what he needs from Chicago.

Nah, man. I ain't going
anywhere near those crazy bastards.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
Turk, there's money in it for ya.

I'm talking about a big payday, Turk.
Big money.

All you gotta do is tell him
that this guy, he's got the photos

and he's got the girl, man. Say it.

You got the photos and the girl.

And he's gonna know what that's about?

Yes, he will.

You set up a safe place,
make the exchange.

I'll let you negotiate the price, yeah?

Give you 10% of whatever you come up with.

Ten? Forget it. Try forty.

How about twenty-five?

My man.

- You good with that?
- I'm great with that.

- All right.
- Shit.

So, what? You just in the life now?
Hustling and shit?

Oh, yeah, Turk. I'm all about that life.

You call me on this number
when you get it all set.

Don't drive angry, now.

Billy?

Billy?

Billy!

You're safe.

Do you know who I am?

You're... Dumont. You're Dr. Dumont.

Good.

No, don't go back to sleep.

- Don't want to talk about it.
- I understand.

Don't engage the imagery,
just the feelings.

I don't want to feel. I wanna kill it.

All right. Okay, kill what?

I said
I don't wanna talk about it.

Five blue things.

What? What?

Count five blue things in the room.
Tell me what they are.

Okay. The, um, the-the painting.

- It's blue.
- That's one. What else?

- The book.
- Two.

- The candle.
- Three.

- The walls.
- And?

And your robe is... Your robe.

- Good.
- Yeah.

Remember what we talked about.
Pause when agitated.

Try not to let yourself
instantly react to your impulses.

Why are you doing this?

It's my job, Billy.

So why didn't you call the cops? Hmm?

We both know they're out there.

- We both know they're looking for me. Why?
- Just be here with me. Be in your body.

I don't know why I let you in.

My best answer is that it seemed
like the right thing to do.

You know you could get
in serious trouble, right?

I know.

Could I have some more water, please?

Of course.

Thank you.

You know,

you might be the only person in the world
who gives a shit about me right now.

Hey. Morning.

Hey. What are you doing?

Eh...

I was up late bullshitting with the kid.

- You good?
- Good morning.

You're making yourself at home?

Yes. I mean,
it's a really nice place you have here.

I'm so glad you like it.

What's going on, Madani?

Russo killed the old man.
The stickball guy.

I got there too late,
and he had already ghosted.

Hey, good riddance.

Not going to lose any sleep
over some child molester,

and neither should you.

No, I was there every day,
morning and night,

waiting for him to slip.

And, actually,
he's exactly what he looks like.

Broken, pathetic, most likely crazy.

Uh, you know, I'll finish the coffee.

I'm not sure what difference
that makes, Madani.

Maybe none, but I still have to find a way
to put him behind bars.

What's that gonna do?
That gonna fix it for you?

Uh...

Hey, listen, um...

So it sounds like this whole Billy thing
isn't gonna get resolved any time soon.

So I was just thinking,
you're Homeland, right?

So maybe she could help us
with the Russians.

Like, deport them or something.

Jesus Christ.

What was I thinking?

Pulling you out of whatever new war
you've started and bringing you here?

You are no use to me with Russo, are you?

Are you? And now... Now,
whatever shit you've gotten into,

I have brought it
right back to my doorstep.

Say something, Frank.

I think you should get some sleep.

You have got 24 hours
to get out of New York.

Yeah.

And you better clean this shit up
before you leave.

Yeah.

Wow. She is really messed up, huh?

You got a big mouth, kid.

Gotta watch out for that.

Yahtzee.

Dad.

Mr. Schultz is here.

Thank you, Lemuel.

Better than when I last saw you.

You've never been one
for false speech, Eliza.

No need to start now.

"You are not in the flesh
but in the Spirit,

if so the Spirit of God dwell in you."

You are strong with that.

So very strong.

Some days.

Is there anything I can do?

Everything is being done, thanks to you.

You know...

I've made peace with it all.

The pain, the fear on my husband...
and children's faces.

All of it.

Except for one thing.

This man and the girl,
what they carry...

it must still be addressed.

They are in New York.

New York.

I believe your faith is strong enough
to pass through any storm,

even a return to New York.

- It's an unclean place.
- Hmm.

But you have given me a good man's life.

I will do what needs to be done.

- She's resting.
- Good.

Thank you. Both of you.

It's what we do.

- We look after one another.
- Amen.

If only the rest of the world
could do as much.

But we can rest easy knowing that
if God continues to smile on our path...

that day will soon come.

Yes.

Agent Dinah Madani. Homeland Security.
Down on the ground, punk!

Don't move. Don't even breathe.

No rep, bro!

Only messing, my brother.

Mr. Kazan.

It's been a while, Turk.

I know. I know. I was uptown for a minute.

Way uptown.

Konchevsky around?

I got a line on something from Chicago
he is going to love.

- Chicago?
- Yeah, Chicago.

Windy City, right?

Or is that Detroit? Nah, Chicago.

Shitty pizza.

So is Konchevsky around, or what?

Funny you should ask, Turk.

Konchevsky's dead.

Someone killed him.

In Chicago.

Billy?

Billy!

I brought you some clothes.

You didn't have to do that.

Well, you need something
till we figure out what to do next.

- I'm not going back.
- We don't have to...

I'm not going back, ever.
They'd have to kill me first.

What? That's the truth.

You don't know.

You don't know how it feels.

To be scared? Helpless? Hurt?

You don't have a monopoly
on those emotions, Billy.

Guess we've all got our shit, huh?

Well, that's not the clinical term,
but yes.

Difference is
whatever's messed you up,

at least you remember it, huh?

Yes.

What is all this shit?
It's a mess in here.

- What? You went out?
- I did not.

- So how did it get here?
- I don't know.

You can get pretty much anything
delivered these days.

Delivered?

Here.

I got you something, too.

I figured you weren't into experimenting
with color in your wardrobe, so...

Who paid for this?

Christ.

What is that?

So this lady, she puts you up
at her house, and you steal from her.

That's what you do?

- You're something else.
- Not like she can't afford it.

Have you seen her shoe closet?

What's that gotta do with anything?
Think she's gonna be happy?

I don't know. Is she ever
happy about anything?

- For Chrissake. Unbelievable.
- Like, ever?

Is that Lombardi's?

Sausage and mushroom.

Holy shit.

- Well...
- "Well," what?

Well, I don't know. How'd it go?

Shit. God damn it.

Can you... My phone's in my back pocket.
Just grab it for me. Come on.

Hurry up. Come on.

I guess we're gonna find out.
Hit the button.

Yeah?

Hey, it's Turk.

I got in touch with the man of the Eastern
European persuasion you're looking for.

- He's good to meet.
- Yeah? How'd that go?

All good. My man wants to get
his hands on what you got.

All right. He give you a price?

Figured you two will work that out.

Where at?

My place. Five o'clock.

I'm taking a risk,
letting you use my crib.

Hope you appreciate that.

Oh, I do, Turk. I surely do.

All good.

You remember to take care
of old Turk, all right?

Hey, you got it.

Sounds pretty sketchy.

The guy's lying through his teeth.

Hey, you know, I've been thinking.
None of the angles add up here.

How so?

- At the bar in Michigan...
- Mm-hmm.

...all those scary people
showed up, like,

ten minutes after I talked
to Konchevsky on the phone.

Yeah?

So why didn't he just show up
and take care of me quietly himself?

Well...

All those guys that showed up?
None of 'em were Russian.

And the guy at the sheriff station?

I don't know what he was,
but he sure wasn't Russian.

You know, I just...
I keep turning it all over in my head,

and I keep coming up
with the same conclusion.

You think Konchevsky's dead, huh?

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Yeah, that makes sense.

- So, then, it's a trap?
- It might be.

- And you're still going?
- Yes, I am.

It'll be my trap.

At least I know it's coming, right?

How long?

Not long, I promise.

I told Eliza today that I'm at ease.

All of it. Except...

And I know this is prideful and selfish.

I want the last thing I see
in this world to be you.

I have obligations.

"To whom much is given..."

Yeah, I know.
"Much is required." I...

My love...

if you do this task quickly,

if you stay strong in your faith,

I promise I will be here waiting
when you return.

No one cares about being on time
or keeping their desks neat or anything.

Nothing matters. It's all bullshit people,
one bullshit day after the next.

I understand that.

Compared to the military,
real life can be sloppy, in its way.

I can't handle anything.

Mmm.

You seem upset, Jake.

Where are you feeling that, in your body?

My stomach.

What does it feel like?

A monster eating my guts.

Are you still drinking, Jake?

One place I'm welcomed is McFeeny's.

What's with the snakes?

Well, that is the rod of Asclepius.

Asclepius was a healer.
The greatest there was.

But the gods were the only ones allowed
to have dominion over life and death,

so they killed him for it.

The snake is thought to represent
the rebirth of healing.

Like the snake shedding its skin,

the sick are transformed
by the healer's art.

That what you think's
happening here?

I'm being... transformed?

How you heal depends on how you accept
this painful, world-shattering change.

It's not easy.

But you have the tools.

Are you still going to your support group?

Yep.

Straight after this.

I know it feels like it,

but you are not the only person
dealing with this.

You a little nervous, Mr. Hoyle?

No, just careful.

It's a crazy city, you know?

Yeah, I know.

Uh, Dinah Madani. Homeland Security.

Feels like I know you already,
even though we never met.

Yeah, well, the same guy
who shot you, shot me.

We got a few people in common, I guess.

Billy Russo.

And, uh, Frank Castle.

Have you...
Have you heard from him lately?

Nah. He's not much of a guy for postcards.

You?

No.

What brings you down here?

Uh...
To be honest, I'm desperate.

Turning over any stones I can find.

You sure you want to see
what's underneath 'em?

Look, I...

Are we still meeting?

Yeah. Yeah, just grab some coffee.
We'll start in a sec.

Look, I'm sorry.
We're gonna have to do this...

Look, it'll only take a few minutes.

Look, if I make them wait for you,

then I'm making them feel
like they don't matter.

And that's pretty much
how these guys feel 24/7.

I'm not gonna do that.

So, if you wanna talk,
catch me after the meeting.

Or better yet, how about you sit in?

Who knows?

You might get something from it.

High school sucked.

You know, my dad was, um... is...

Whatever... An asshole.
You know what I mean?

And I don't want to stay in Mastic.
You been to Mastic?

Uh-uh. No way. Whole town full of losers.
I... I had to get out.

I figure there was a way
to get my mind right.

Get good at life.

The army. Infantry.

Do shit. "Army Strong."

Right on.

Then, poof...

discharge...

other than honorable.

You know you can
appeal your status, right?

No shit?

No shit.

I want to know
what the tourist is doing here.

I mean, you're obviously
a civilian, right?

You serve?

Not in the military, no.

On some sort of research trip, honey?

Jake, I asked her to be here.
How about a little respect...

Hold on. I can speak for myself.

I get it.
What you've done makes you special.

No one else can understand,
because they weren't there.

You think guys stuck in OPs
were the only ones fighting these wars?

Like you were the only ones
who'd ever seen bad shit?

You ever got sent to a desert country

to fight a war you can't win
and no one can tell you why?

They don't tell you
how getting shot burns.

In the face of massive damage,
maybe the body just registers heat.

Or how a corpse feels in your arms.
The way it shifts.

They're there and then they're not.

They don't tell you
fighting for something you believe in

will ruin your life, because...

belief never stopped a bullet.

Still think I need to do my research?

I'm sorry, ma'am.
I sincerely am. I didn't realize.

You had some things to say,
huh, Agent Madani?

Thank you.

Yeah, it, uh, it turns out I did.

Better out than in.

You know, I...
I look at all those guys, myself,

so messed up by what we've done...

what we were sent to do.

It makes me wonder how anyone
just comes back and carries on.

Hmm.

Listen, with... with someone like Billy...

was he a broken man before he went to war,
or did war turn him into something else?

Russo was probably the most natural Marine
I've ever seen.

Except for maybe Frank.

It wasn't the war that twisted Billy.
It was greed.

If I knew where Billy was, I'd tell you.

Yeah, but would you tell me first,
or someone else?

- I'm not sure I know what you mean.
- No?

Look, Curtis, come on.
I just want to find a way to end it.

And what way would that be, Agent Madani?

Billy Russo behind bars.

I thought maybe you would say
something different.

Yeah?

Because I wish Frank ended the whole
damn thing right on that carousel.

Hmm.

It still doesn't look so good.

It's fine.

It's almost like you were
looking forward to it.

Assholes.

Look, no offense,
but if it's all the same to you...

What?

Nothing.

Knock yourself out.

Whiskey and a beer, please.

You earn that jacket?

Or you buy it in some army surplus store?

Earned it.

Can you say the same for that face?

You should see the other guy.

I'd offer to buy you a drink, but wouldn't
want to further any airborne alcoholism.

You drink with Marines, soldier?

Only if I have to.

Set 'em up again, both of us.

This ain't even right.
I came here in good faith.

You have no beef with me.
And I've done everything you asked.

This may be shocking for you,
but I don't trust you.

This your friend?

Not the word I'd use.

I think you're in the wrong place,
my friend.

Yeah, well, I wonder
what was waiting for me at Turk's, huh?

What could that be?

What does the Punisher have to do
with my business in Chicago? Huh?

- Did you kill Konchevsky?
- No.

Did you?

Dima is my nephew.
I wouldn't lay a hand on that boy.

Someone did.

Someone who's chasing the girl,
photographs.

It's time to start talking.

I'm not the one who's gonna be talking.

- Alive, please.
- Yes.

- You ready?
- Come on.

Come on, you piece of shit.

You want to talk now?

How about now? Come on!

I'm...

I'm not your enemy.

Those photos.

Who paid for 'em? Who?

They would kill me if I told...

Think I'm gonna do?

Poloznev. Nikolai Poloznev.

Where do I find him?

Try the Internet.

Yeah.

- Swear to God, they made me do it, man.
- Yeah.

Don't worry, Turk.
You did exactly what I wanted you to.

Shit. I really don't ever want
to see you again.

Yeah, well, the feeling's mutual.

I shouldn't get this hammered.

Why? You gotta be up at 5:00 a.m.
marching tomorrow?

Never again.

You miss it?

Every day.

Every goddamn day.
You know what I miss most?

Miss my boys, you know?

I hear you.

You don't make friends like that
back in the world.

Instead, you got to deal
with soft assholes like this.

Want a little go-fast?

I'm good, man.

There's an army out there.

On the streets, in bars like this.

And they all feel the same as you and me.

All they ever do
is tell us we're the problem,

we're the ones that need to change.

Maybe we're not the problem.

Maybe it's the bullshit we came back to.

You ever wonder what would happen...

if we all just stood up
right at the same time...

and gave the entire world the finger?

That would be some next-level shit.

Guess I shouldn't be surprised,
coming from you.

I mean, Billy Russo has always been
a next-level son of a bitch, right?

I knew who you were
the second you sat down.

It's a real pleasure to meet you...

sir.

Oh, good, you're back.

Wow.

Did that go really good or really bad?

Well, what does bad look like?

Konchevsky's people aren't after us.

Somebody came after them. I got a name.

Yeah?

Nikolai Poloznev.

Let's see.

I don't think the Russian vor
have, like, a LinkedIn though, you know?

Oh. S-H-one-T.

Says, "Nikolai Poloznev
is a former Russian state policeman

turned industrialist
with interests in oil, gas and shipping,

valued at several billion dollars.

A personal friend
of the Russian president,

he has homes in several countries,
but currently resides in New York."

So what now?

I'm not sure this guy
plays three-card monte.

Where are we going?

My buddy Curtis. He's got a place for us.

Madani's gonna be pissed
we didn't leave town.

Yeah. She won't know the difference.

Well, I put her credit card back,
so that should make her happy.

When is that woman ever happy?