01x02 - Two Dead Men

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- FRANK JR.: Come on, Dad. Do it.
- FRANK: All right, all right, all right.

Once upon a time,
in the middle of the night,

two dead men,
they got up to fight.

Back-to-back,
they faced each other,

they drew their swords
and they sh*t each other.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Stupid.

What do you mean, "stupid"?
It's not stupid, it's nonsense.

- Nonsense is different from stupid.
- Yeah, then it's stupid nonsense.

Stop that.

Hey, Lis, do the second verse.
Show him how it's done.

One was blind and
the other couldn't see,

so they chose a dumb man
for a referee.

The blind man went to see
fair play,

and the dumb man went to shout,
"Hooray!"

- Oh!
- (CHUCKLES)

Attagirl.

See, before smartphones
and all that...

Internet crap,
this is how people got by.

- So boring.
- It's not boring.

Hey...

(LISA GASPS) Look! There it is!

I read at school that she represents
everything good about America.

FRANK: That's about right.

Is that why
you have to go and fight?

Dad goes away so he can
k*ll lots of hajjis.

- How many have you wasted anyway, Dad?
- Hey!

Don't you ever say that again.
You got that?

Do you got it?

Yeah, that's good.
I appreciate it.

FRANK: Ma'am, excuse me,
but, um...

just get a little bit
of that coffee?

Thank you. No, no. Just, uh...

three eggs, over easy, some bacon,
sourdough toast, yeah?

WOMAN: You moving into
the neighborhood?

- Depends on the eggs.
- We don't get many hipsters around here.

- Yeah, well, you still don't, lady.
- Mm-hmm.

I need, uh,
three eggs over easy,

side of bacon and
some sourdough toast.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

Hipster! It's for you.

- That can't be.
- WOMAN: I'm telling you.

This guy just described you
like he was standing beside me.

- Don't be all day on there.
- Yeah.

- You got the wrong guy.
- MAN: Yeah, I don't think so.

Unless I'm not talking to
Frank Castle?

You know, let's not waste time.
You're Frank Castle, right?

Frank Castle,
the dead man?

- Makes two of us now.
- You're more right than you know.

You're not the only ghost
in this town, Frank.

Hey, did you ever get that disk
that I left for you at your house?

Yeah. Yeah, I got it.

Did you watch it?

"Micro." What is that?
Is that... Is that some sort of name?

Sure.
That'll do for now.

You got something you want to
discuss with me, why don't you...

Why don't you
come on down here, huh?

Buy you a cup of coffee,
talk about it.

You know, I don't think
that would end so well.

You need to understand first.

You need to really know
why you can't k*ll me.

- Then we can meet.
- (LINE DISCONNECTS)

Delicious.

(FRANK PANTING)

(DOG BARKING)

(PANTING)

MAN: Hey!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

sh*t.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

MARIA: Mmm.

Hey.

What time is it?

No!

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(AHMAD PANTING)

(INTERROGATOR SPEAKING PASHTO)

(AHMAD GRUNTS)

- SOLDIER: (IN ENGLISH) What's he saying?
- INTERROGATOR: Nothing useful.

SOLDIER: We sure he's got anything?

INTERROGATOR: You questioning
my intelligence, soldier?

Please, I'm not a t*rror1st.

I have a family, children,
I have...

(INTERROGATOR SPEAKING PASHTO)

SOLDIER: (IN ENGLISH) Do it.

(GRUNTS)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Morning, Frank.

So what brings you here?

Curt... there's somebody
who's coming after me.

Somebody knows I'm alive.

He calls himself Micro.

- You wanna know if he got it from me?
- Look, it's a short list.

- I'm not saying...
- Come on, Frank.

- I would never give you up.
- I know that. I just...

Anything.
Did something slip?

Anybody... hanging out,
anything slide?

- Anything?
- No, nothing. Not a peep.

What does he want?

Guy says he's got answers
that I need.

Schoonover...

you know, when I put him down,
he said something to me.

He said that what...

He said that what happened to
Maria and the kids,

it was because of something
that I did.

Something... something
I did in Kandahar.

Schoonover...

Dirty bastard would've said
anything to stay alive.

Doesn't mean it's not true.

Come on, talk to me.
What were you into?

(MUTTERING)

Yeah...

(MUTTERING)

There was a group of us.
We got sheep dipped to CIA.

It was...

interrogation and assassination.
It was...

It wasn't w*r.

Not like we knew it.

Truth is, Curt...
I was past caring.

That sh*t follows you home
no matter how hard you try,

it follows you home,
and Maria, she knew it.

She knew it.
The kids knew it, the...

Sometimes I'd catch 'em, they...

They'd be looking at me
and they'd have this look.

Look at me like
they didn't even know who I was.

Come on, Frank.

Come on, you...
you didn't k*ll your family.

What if I did?

It keeps hitting me,
being back here.

All the big stuff we take for
granted and don't even think about,

but we obsess on things
that don't matter.

Think about
what happened here on 9/11.

People bounce back so damn quick.

- We let ourselves forget.
- We choose to forget.

Easiest thing for me now
would be to forget Ahmad Zubair

and what happened in Afghanistan.

Why do you think Zubair was
k*lled by our people?

I was sent a video file of his
m*rder by an anonymous source.

He was interrogated and
sh*t in the head by Americans

'cause they knew he was a cop.

Holy sh*t.

- Why haven't you shown Wolf the video?
- Because I don't have it.

It was stolen in Kandahar.

So, Schoonover and Castle were
on this tape?

They all wore masks.

All right, look, say it was them.
All your suspects are dead.

Then who stole the tape?
And why am I back here?

There were seven men
in the room with Zubair.

Wolf knows about this?

Well, why request me and
then treat me like sh*t?

I think he's been told specifically
to keep me away from it.

I found a guy from Castle and
Schoonover's old unit in the city.

Guy called Billy Russo.

Wolf's never gonna
let you talk to him.

We'll see about that.

WOLF: Okay, that's it.
I look forward to reading the report.

Sir?

Madani.
How can I help you?

Sir, I was going through
the deployment reports

and special response protocols.
You got a great team here.

You were in the field plenty
yourself as I understand it.

I was always happy being
the first one through the door.

The problem with rank is
they don't let you do that anymore.

Of course.

It'd be great for me to get some
physical training with the unit.

You expect me to sign off on
sending my team to Brunswick

on a getting-to-know-you
exercise purely for your benefit?

Absolutely not.

I thought we could organize
something up here in New York,

via a private contractor.

There's a company, Anvil, that
have all the facilities we'd need.

I want you to be confident
that you can trust me

if I'm the first
through the door.

What the hell, why not?

Send me a proposal later
and I'll take a look at it.

Thank you, sir.

FRANK: Say, lady. I'm real hungry.
You got any change? Please?

Thanks, Karen.

You're still all heart, huh?

Things got this bad, Frank?

Wanted to say hello.
I thought I'd try my luck out here

- and not get my head blown off.
- (SCOFFS)

- You still got that hand cannon?
- You better believe it.

- Attagirl.
- What the hell are you doing here?

Can we talk?

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(KAREN SIGHS)

Drink?

Sure.

- I wasn't sure if you'd still talk to me.
- I wasn't either.

You look well.

Rocking the whole,
uh... hipster thing.

Been flirting with the idea of
going full man-bun.

You, uh,
think I could pull that off?

Where have you been?

(SIGHS) I had business, Karen.

I had to finish.

And you finished it?

Look, Karen, there's, uh...

there's somebody that
knows I'm still alive.

- I need to know if you said anything.
- God, no.

No, Frank, you should know me
better than that. I would never...

You want to say no,
you say no, but...

I could really
use your help.

You want me to help you
find them?

I do.

Look, this guy calls himself
Micro, right?

Like that's supposed to
mean something.

He's been watching me.
I think he's some kind of spook

and he's gotta be a good one,
'cause I didn't see him coming.

And all you got's a name?

He said something about us
both being dead men, right?

About... me not being
the only ghost in New York.

How do I contact you?

- You bought me flowers?
- Yeah.

I'm an old-fashioned kinda guy.

I was thinking
if you had something,

you could put the flowers
in the window.

I'll call you.

Okay.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Thanks, Karen.

Thanks for the beer.
You know, hey...

- Just really good to see you.
- Mmm. It's good to see you.

FRANK: Be careful.

(DOOR OPENS)

Okay. Uh, yeah, these can go
back downstairs, but wait...

Uh... okay.

All that can go downstairs now,
thanks.

ELLISON: Hey.

- Good, you're here.
- Dare I ask?

Well, our system has an entry for
an unpublished article...

from a year or so ago,
but I can't...

find the actual report
on the system.

The only other mention
I could find...

is a website,
but that's not working.

- And what was the article about?
- Computer hacker.

Hey, would the name Micro
ring any bells for you?

A government agent maybe,
but I'm not really sure.

Where is this, um... Where's
this story coming from?

A source I trust.
He gave me a name, told me to dig.

- And, uh, who... who is this source?
- It's a source.

- Tell you if it turns into anything.
- Ah, well, um...

there... there was a story,

brought in a while back by a stringer,
a real seat-of-your-pants radical.

(STAMMERS) Just paranoid. Saw
conspiracies in everything.

But supposedly he had
a lead on an NSA analyst

who was leaking secrets who
went by the name of Micro.

And?

And I decided not to run it.

- Because?
- 'Cause I'm an editor. It's what I do.

- Part of the job description.
- No.

No, Ellison, don't get sarcastic
with me. I know that play.

- Why?
- Well, he had no evidence, Karen.

(STUTTERS) I mean, his only
source was this guy from Homeland

who refused to go on record.

(SIGHS) And then... special agent
in charge for New York, Carson Wolf,

stopped by personally and
asked me not to pursue it.

So then the story is true?

According to him,
if we ran the story,

it would interfere with
his investigation.

He was afraid we'd screw up his
chances of catching everybody.

- And you agreed with that?
- I decided to wait for the bigger story.

- And make a friend of Carson Wolf.
- Oh, my God. Ellison...

All right, look...

I'm sure that I still have
that article in my office...

so if I give it to you, will
you stop looking at me like that?

(EXHALES)

(BEEPING)

(TYPING)

SARAH: But I don't care
if Jason's mom

said he could go.
You're not going, Zach.

ZACH: I already said
I could go.

(SARAH SCOFFS) Yeah,
before you asked me.

ZACH: Because I thought
it would be okay.

LEO: That was your
first mistake.

ZACH: No one asked for
your opinion.

SARAH: No one obviously asked me
for mine, either.

ZACH: It's just a movie.
Dad would have totally let me go.

SARAH: When?
When you were ten?

Because your father
hasn't been here for a year,

which sucks for
all of us, but his

memory isn't some
bargaining chip

that you can just
throw out there

in an argument.
You understand?

I'm sorry, Mom.

- He didn't mean it like that.
- (STUTTERS) Hey, Zach!

Zach, get back here.
Come here.

I get it. Maybe it is just
a movie. Maybe it is no big deal.

But I need to know
what's going on

with all of us,
or I can't...

I just need to know, okay?

Control freakery is
a coping mechanism.

- (SARAH CHUCKLES)
- I get that.

SARAH: Yeah, maybe it is.

You know who I learned it from?
Your father.

LEO: It is just a movie, Mom.

- ZACH: Please?
- SARAH: I'll think about it.

- When are you gonna think about it...
- Just... Hey!

Quit while you're ahead,
little brother.

I love you, Mom.

Oh, baby. I love you.

(SIGHS) Me too, little bunny.

- Are you finished with your math test?
- Yeah.

(DEVICE EXPLODES)
(MAN GROANING)

(g*ns f*ring)
(MEN GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

- MAN: Please, don't sh**t! Don't sh**t!
- DINAH: It's a hostage.

(GRUNTS)

- (ALARM SOUNDING)
- SAM: God damn it.

(SIGHS) I saw the guy
coming at me and I just...

I figured he was a hostile. (SIGHS)

DINAH: Shh.

- (SAM SIGHS)
- Don't b*at yourself up.

If we got out of a situation like
this with only one hostage dead,

- it'd be a win. It's never this clean.
- MAN: Very true.

The real thing is
always messier.

- I'm Billy Russo.
- Dinah Madani. Sam Stein.

- This your operation?
- Yes, it is.

We rent a different space every time

and they're a little rough and ready,

- but it keeps people on their toes.
- Well, it worked great.

Sam, you did everything right.

You can't legislate for that one
terrified hostage who doesn't listen.

Once somebody says go,
it's all just a percentages game.

I'll keep that in mind.

Please.

Anvil would be happy to give
your people more training.

- Thanks.
- There's none better.

All my operators and instructors
are former Special Forces.

A government contract here, on US
soil, would be a big deal for us.

Where are your guys now?

- Iraq and Afghanistan, mostly.
- Ah.

Close protection work. Convoy
security, that kind of thing.

We do good work.

- We're growing fast.
- I just got back from Afghanistan.

I was the Homeland Security
attaché over there.

Madani. So, you're what, Persian?

American. I was born here.
But, yeah, my folks came over in '79.

Can't have been easy...
doing your job out there.

The rules are simpler in many ways.
You know what they are, at least.

Sure.

Afghanistan's the simplest
place in the world,

once you stop trying to change it.

My last tour before I went private.

Ah. Uh, what unit?

Interrogating the help, Madani?

Sir, I didn't know you were here.

Mr. Russo, Carson Wolf.

- Impressive setup you have here.
- I'm glad you approve.

If you want to come by
the corporate office,

I'd be happy to discuss
tailoring a program...

Talk to procurement.

Kandahar's in your rearview.
Don't forget that.

Yes, sir.
Just making conversation.

I assume you can talk about
whatever you like off-duty?

Over a drink?

I wanna know
what you're gonna do...

if you find Micro.

You found him?

I found something.
Makes sense with what you told me.

- Who is it?
- Look, I gotta be real clear here.

I wanna help, but not if
it's gonna get someone k*lled.

Hey, look, I didn't go looking for
this guy, all right? He came to me.

For all I know,
this guy has something to do

with what happened to my family.
So what do you want?

If this guy isn't dirty,
if he's not dangerous,

he's got nothing to worry about
from me.

Please, just...

- just help me, Karen. Help me.
- (SIGHS)

You know what? Or don't, all right?
Leave my ass in the wind

if that's what you gotta do.
Just do it, all right? For Christ's sake.

(SIGHS)

What is this?

It's an unconfirmed story... (SIGHS)

about an intelligence operative that
got caught leaking covert information.

- Called himself Micro.
- Micro?

You got a name?

David Lieberman.

And here's the kicker.
Officially...

Lieberman was sh*t
and k*lled trying

to escape arrest by
Homeland Security.

I know, he said that.
He said that he was a ghost.

- He said that.
- Yeah.

How come I couldn't find this?

- Well, the story never ran.
- Why?

Because that guy, Carson Wolf,
got it shut down.

You know what?
It's all in the story, Frank.

Just read it.

Hey, can I be honest with you?
This guy, he's...

- he's scaring the sh*t out of me.
- What's he got on you anyway, huh?

Nothing.

Right.

- Thanks for this.
- Yeah.

Hey, when am I gonna see you?

You want to?

It'd mean you're still alive. (SCOFFS)

Believe it or not, I actually
care what happens to you...

which makes precisely one of us.

Just, uh...

be careful.

(POP SONG PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

- (SARAH GASPS) Oh, my God.
- (FRANK GRUNTS)

- Oh, my God. I am so sorry.
- (GROANS)

(STUTTERS) I didn't even see you.

- Stay down. Stay down, um...
- (GROANING) Okay. Yeah.

- I'm gonna call the paramedics.
- No, no, no. It's all right.

Sir, I really think you should
stay down. Just wait for help.

Yeah, no, look,
there's nothing broken.

- I think we both got lucky, you know.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Kinda came out of there. I didn't
give you much of a chance, so...

Your head is bleeding.

No, no, no, no, no.

No. Where are you going, Sarah?

No!

No, no, no, Castle, you assh*le.

sh*t. (SIGHS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(SCOFFS)

Thanks for that.
As good as new.

Um, I was making myself a pot.
So...

Wow. Uh, you didn't have to do that.

- Oh, please... (CHUCKLES)
- Thank you.

It's the least I could do after
spilling yours all over my windshield.

I'm fine, I tell you.
It's...

- It's good. I'm, uh...
- (SIGHS) It's a mess.

I'm Pete, by the way.
Castiglione.

- Uh, Sarah. Lieberman.
- Pleasure.

You got
a good-looking family, Sarah.

Thank you.

What line of work's
your husband in?

Uh, he works for
the government.

He, um...
he actually passed away.

A year ago.

- (SIGHS)
- Sorry to hear that.

(STAMMERS) Yeah. I'm sorry.
I don't know why I was gonna lie.

(SARAH SIGHS)

You know, I get it. Uh...

Must be difficult. You got a strange
man in the house and he's not...

I'll take off, all right?
I'll just set this coffee...

No, no, no, no, no.
It's okay. Please, sorry.

Um... finish your coffee.

Okay.

I'm sorry about
your loss, Sarah.

(SNIFFLES)

Oh. Uh...

I'm sorry, it's just the...
the whole knocking you down and...

I mean, you think...
you think you're okay and then...

(SIGHS) something just
brings it all back.

Yeah.

Uh, I didn't mean to ambush you
with the whole dead husband thing.

It's just, you know,
new people, do I lie?

But then that feels
so disloyal to his memories.

You must think I'm crazy.
Knocking you down and then...

No, no. Hey, hey.
I don't, uh... Not at all.

- Sarah, you know, I, uh...
- (SIGHS)

I lost my family.
All of 'em.

It wasn't...
It wasn't too long ago.

Not a day goes by, right? You
wish things were different.

(STUTTERS) You wish that you
had done something different.

And... and you feel guilty.

You know, that you're
still here and they're not.

Your husband, was he,
uh... Was he ill?

(CLEARS THROAT) Uh, no.
Um, David...

David d*ed doing something
very brave...

and really stupid.

On my good days, you know,
I'm proud of him for what he did.

And on my bad ones,
I just wanna...

scream in his face
for being so selfish.

Honestly, if he walked through
that door right now,

I don't know if I would
kiss him or slap him.

Yeah.

(MUTTERING)

(LINE RINGS)

(LINE BEEPS)

- Come on, Frank.
- (LINE RINGS)

(LINE BEEPS)

(SIGHS)

Come on.

(GRUNTS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY) Yeah.

- SARAH: Are you sure you're okay?
- FRANK: As good as new.

Thank you for the, uh... For the
coffee. Take care of yourself.

SARAH: You, too.

(SIGHS)

- (GRUNTS) God damn it!
- (HONKS)

(GARAGE DOOR RATTLING)

- Hey. I'm... I'm okay. (CHUCKLES)
- Hey. Yeah?

- Yeah. I'm really all right. Yeah.
- You sure?

If you got any tools in there...

- (STUTTERS) ...I could take a look.
- (GARAGE DOOR CONTINUES RATTLING)

(SNIFFLES) Yeah.

Yeah, that'd be nice.

(TYPING)

(LISA LAUGHING)

(BEEPING)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(ALARM BEEPING)

(BEEPING STOPS)

(SIGHS)

♫ "AIN'T THAT A KICK IN THE HEAD" ♫

♪ How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her and she kissed me ♪

♪ Like the fella once said
Ain't that a kick in the head? ♪

♪ The room was completely black ♪

♪ I hugged her and she hugged back ♪

♪ Like the sailor said, quote
"Ain't that a hole in the boat?" ♪

♪ My head keeps spinning I go
to sleep and keep grinning ♪

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(WOLF YELLS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

♪ It's just like the fella said ♪

♪ Tell me quick ♪

♪ Ain't love a kick in the head? ♪

♪ Tell me quick ♪

♪ Oh, ain't love a kick? ♪

♪ Tell me quick ♪

♪ Ain't love a kick in the head? ♪

FRANK: Cut your sh*t.
I know you're awake.

Who are you?

Whoever you are, this is the
stupidest thing you've ever done.

And it's getting stupider every second.

You do know who I am, don't you?

You're the guy who's gonna
tell me about David Lieberman.

(INHALES DEEPLY) Who?

(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)

Lieberman.

The hacker.
A man you put down.

(CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

I know a little bit about this.

I spent some time at Guantanamo,
in t*rture.

It doesn't work.
Not really.

Any information given is suspect.

If you were a professional,
you would know that.

There's many ways
to get the truth out of a...

Look, Lieberman was a traitor.
He was selling secrets.

(PANTING) He was k*lled resisting...

(SCREAMS) Ah, sh*t! God damn it!

(YELLS)

Way I see it,
there's no way a guy like you

kills a suspect
in a case that big.

No way. Not unless you're dirty.

So either someone paid you
to do it...

or you were working with
Schoonover already.

I swear to God, I don't...

(PANTS) ...I don't know
anybody named Schoonover.

Nothing about heroin from
Kandahar either, is that the case?

You just answered
your own question.

- Is that right? (SHUSHING)
- (PANTING)

(SCREAMING) sh*t!

So no matter whoever's
makin' you afraid to talk,

- I promise you, whatever you think...
- (YELLS)

- (GRUNTS)
- (BREATHING HEAVILY) Freeze.

Don't even think about
it. Get on your knees.

Do it!

And put your hands
behind your head, now.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Holy sh*t.

You don't know
how to die, do you?

This is rich.

(CHUCKLES)

You gonna read me my rights?

No.

I don't think
I'm gonna do that.

(PANTING)

Tonight's the night
you're gonna die, Frank.

The third time's the charm.

The fricking Punisher?

You're pathetic.

I almost feel sorry for you.

We knew exactly where you'd be.

Exactly where to go to get you.

You bored your squad shitless talking
about your homecoming tradition.

Picnic in the park, Frank?

You really were your mama's
little apple pie, weren't you?

What're you saying?
You k*lled my family to get to me?

Misdirection.

A good player hides
his hand, Frank.

We figured if there were
enough dead bodies,

nobody would really care to look
close enough at any given one of 'em.

It was a calculated risk.

You understand, right?

And Lieberman, what
about Lieberman? Who's he?

(PANTING)

We thought you were the
one that sent him the tape.

Now close your eyes, Frank.
I'm gonna do you a favor.

You're gonna see
your family real soon.

No?

Suit yourself.

- (g*n CLICKS)
- g*n's empty, assh*le.

(GRUNTING)
(BOTH YELLING)

(GROANS)

(STRAINING)

It's just you, me
and the truth now.

(GRUNTS)
(NECK SNAPS)

This is where you bring a girl
when you're trying to impress her?

This is where I bring a girl when
she's gonna see through all that.

(CHUCKLES) I can't decide whether
that's a compliment or not.

Are you the kind of woman
that takes offense at those?

Depends who they're from.

The last time I saw
glasses this dirty,

I was in the NCO's mess at Bagram,
saying my farewells to Afghanistan.

Sounds like you miss it.

- I had unfinished business.
- There's no end to anything there.

Afghans have been fighting
invaders for a thousand years.

For us, it's a mission.
For them, it's just... life.

I finished my last tour and
I knew I couldn't go back.

Not in uniform, anyway.

You never said
who you were with.

Why do I get the feeling
that if I name the right unit,

you're suddenly gonna
get a lot more interested?

Marine Force Recon.

Scout sn*per specialist.
134 confirmed kills.

Three tours of Iraq.
One in Afghanistan.

You read my file.

I like to know
who's paying me compliments.

Am I a suspect for something?

Not according to
your discharge records.

Is that why you came to Anvil
for training?

You figure I can help you with
this unfinished business of yours?

I hope so, yeah.

Excuse me.

Well, I'm not about to
throw shade on my friends.

In all due respect, Dinah,
you're a cop.

Soldiers can't question legality
or morality in the moment.

That's a way to get yourself k*lled.

(CHUCKLES) Ask your questions.

- You served with Frank Castle.
- (SIGHS)

Yeah, Frank Castle was
my best buddy.

I guess that wasn't in my file, huh?

A lot of those kills
I got in one night...

side by side with the guy, holed up
in a house in Basra with no backup.

We spent the night trying not to die.

One of the best nights
of my life, if I'm honest.

It was just them or us.
Who was better?

There was nobody
better than Frank.

I'm sorry that he's dead.

He took a lot of people with him.

What? Drug dealers? Gangsters?
Good.

You shipped out. Castle didn't.
Did he get dirty?

Stay in any w*r long enough,
it'll get dirty.

Unless you've got
something good to hold onto.

Frank had that taken away.

Could he have been
involved in dr*gs there?

(CHUCKLES)

If you knew the man, you would
know how dumb that question is.

I think that the system
let Frank down in a big way.

So he did
what he was trained to do.

So if someone k*lled your family,
you'd do the same?

Well, I don't have one.

I like to travel light.
What about you?

I think some of us get
to have the family life

and some of us get to protect it.

So... you're single.

(CHUCKLES)

Uh... not worried that'll get
kind of lonely?

I'm not lonely.

Are you?

Not right now.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

I've gotta go.

- Never off-duty, huh?
- Ah, sorry.

Maybe we could do this
again sometime?

Yeah. I'd like that.

Well, you know
where to find me.

Good night,
Special Agent Madani.

Happy hunting.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

- Good night?
- DINAH: Show me.

Well, this is gonna
sober you up real fast.

I'm not drunk.

Okay. I'm not judging.

Holy sh*t.

Holy sh*t indeed.

(INHALES DEEPLY) I never
liked the guy, but still...

this does not look like
a fun way to go... at all.

They're waiting for
permission to move the body.

You're the ranking agent now.

Thank you, ma'am.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

So, let me guess. You're, uh...
you're outside, sunbathing on a roof.

Oh, that's, uh... funny.

Almost.

- (BEEPING)
- Let me ask you something.

How are the eggs over at Pete's
Diner and Grill in Sunnyside?

Any good?

- Smart work, spook.
- (STUTTERING) You know, uh, I...

I gave you this phone
so I could contact you.

You understand that, right?

I know why you gave it to me,
but I wasn't gonna leave it on.

See, thing is, is I, uh,
got a shave, hurt my leg.

Got myself a limp.

I guess it messed up your
gait recognition, huh?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, I was wondering
how long...

it was gonna take you
to catch on to that.

Only thing I can't figure out is
how you knew which cameras to check.

Oh, that was easy, Frank.

I waited for a bunch of
bad guys to turn up dead

and then I just checked nearby.

Pretty smart, Lieberman.

You know I did you a favor, right?
I wiped those feeds clean after.

Boy, oh, boy.
I'm, uh...

- I'm real grateful.
- So, uh...

here we are, couple of smart
guys chewing the fat, huh?

I gotta ask you,
why'd you go to my house?

You know something, David?

Your wife, she's, uh... she's
real cut up about your death.

They have nothing to do with this.

Bullshit. You know what?
You're an assh*le.

You're a man who put
his family in danger

and you didn't do it
once, you did it again.

I'm gonna make that right.

She's only safe
if she thinks I'm dead.

You brought this sh*t on yourself.
You wanted to play Deep Throat, right?

Your buddy, Carson Wolf,

- he told me everything.
- Did you k*ll him?

It's what you wanted, right?

What did he say?

- You still want to talk?
- Yeah. I do.

- Here's what we're gonna do...
- No, no, you stop talking.

I'm sick of hearing you talk.
I'm calling the sh*ts now.

I'm going offline.

In exactly one hour,

call me with a cell phone
number I can reach you on.

- You got that?
- (LINE DISCONNECTS)

FRANK: Here's how it works.

I give you a destination
and a time to be there.

If you're late or if I
spot tails, we're done.

Twenty minutes, under
the Pulaski Road Bridge.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

- Yeah.
- FRANK: 41st Street dock, 20 minutes.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

FRANK: Greenpoint Terminal, 20 minutes.

(SIGHS)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

FRANK: Another 20 minutes,
Mount Zion Cemetery.

- Hurry up, Lieberman.
- (LINE DISCONNECTS)

assh*le.

CURTIS: Hey, Frank.
Your boy's on his way.

He's clean and alone.

2002 blue Chevy Impala.

Yeah, he's not expecting any
high-speed chases, that's for sure.

Yeah.

FRANK: I don't need to tell you
where to come, do I, David?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Who are you?

Castle has you in his crosshairs
right now, buddy.

If you sh**t me,
you will be next.

Why isn't he here?

He decided he doesn't like
what you're selling.

Frank's in the wind.

If you try to find him again,
he will visit Sarah.

He said you'd know
what that meant.

Hold on.

Hey...

Hey!

Castle!

You need me!

(SIGHS)

(MUTTERING)

No, no, no. Think,
think, think. Come on.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(SIGHS)

Come on...

(SIGHS)

Think, think, think.

What's going on?

What are we doing?
What are we doing?

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(LAUGHS)

Frank.

- No.
- (GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)