[knocking on door]
Who is it?
[Lewis] New York Bulletin.
I don't need a subscription.
[body thuds]
[muffled gunshots]
[door closes]
[grunts]
[birds chirping]
[sighs]
[whistles and clicks tongue]
[sighs]
[whistling]
[continues whistling]
Come on.
[whistles and clicks tongue]
[clicks tongue]
[sighs]
[theme music playing]
[Brett] Let's talk about Lewis Wilson.
You offered him a job. That right?
[Billy] Not the job he wanted.
He came to me looking to get into contracting work. I said no.
I didn't think he could handle it. Mentally.
So I offered to find him something else. As a favor.
Because you had a relationship?
Favor wasn't for Wilson. I didn't even know the kid.
[Brett] Mmm.
Check our records.
You'll see we very clearly evaluated him as unfit during the hiring process.
I'd say I made the right call, wouldn't you?
That same unfit kid breached your security.
Yeah. Yeah, he did.
And I'll find out how soon enough.
Maybe I can help you with that.
Homicide picked up a dead body. One of yours. Isaac Lange?
Shot dead in his apartment.
I guess Wilson just turned up, took his shit, easy as that, and then--
Sergeant, Senator Ori is alive.
I just lost four guys, and you're implying... what?
Negligence?
Wouldn't be the first time an outfit like yours
got paid for a job it wasn't qualified to handle.
'Cause you guys...
NYPD, you're blameless, right?
I mean, you guys never get shit wrong.
You ever serve, Sergeant?
I wear a shield...
every day.
Well, in the military, we expect to lose people.
Our goal is to achieve the mission. My mission was to keep Ori alive.
He's alive.
Two experienced, well-armed professional soldiers
pulled off a surprise attack and it failed.
Far as I'm concerned, this...
this is a win.
You gotta admit, though, I mean, the coincidence is huge, right?
Wilson was known to you, and you served with Castle for years...
You wanna arrest me for something, go ahead.
Otherwise, we're done here.
I got families to call.
Why don't you talk to the senator?
Ask him what happened.
-I intend to. -Good for you.
When is the last time you talked with Frank Castle?
The last time?
Couple years now.
Up until yesterday, I thought he was dead.
This look like the work of a dead man to you?
No, I wanna do the interview downstairs, somewhere visible.
Let people know I'm not intimidated.
If you weren't intimidated, sir, I wouldn't be here.
By the way, you should be. Makes you smart.
-It doesn't project the right image. -I'm not here to protect your image.
I'm here to keep you from getting your ass shot off.
Excuse me.
Russo.
[Frank] Can you talk?
Uh... yeah. Yeah, hang on.
Heard you got a new client, huh?
Business must be good.
If I believed everything I read, that's all down to you.
Wouldn't put too much faith in that.
Hope you're calling because you're reconsidering my offer.
Still stands.
There's a lot of heat on you, brother. We gotta get you out of this city.
12 hours, I can have you anywhere you wanna be.
Lewis Wilson, he's coming after Ori.
He's got no intentions of letting him make that speech.
Okay.
And how would you know about something like that?
Told me as much.
What is it with you and this kid?
We have unfinished business.
Yeah, well, we know how you feel about that.
Kid's got delusions of grandeur.
You gotta get the senator out of there, but tell no one.
Make sure you keep the appearance that he's still in that hotel suite.
You set the trap, I'll spring it.
You're here.
Frank, this is my work. I can't just...
Listen, tell me where you are.
Meet me. We can do this together.
Look, you just keep your team out of my way.
[men speaking Spanish]
[elevator bell chimes]
Miss Page. Billy Russo, Anvil.
-Hi. Hmm. -Pleasure.
[Brett] I appreciate you doing this.
I know it isn't easy, but if you walk me through the scene, the, uh...
the details, they tend to be clearer.
Yeah, whatever helps most.
Looking at this...
-it's a wonder any of us survived. -[grunts softly]
Those men died saving my life.
Hell of a thing to know, Detective.
All this, uh...
kind of thing, it's new to me.
I'd never even held a gun before today.
Seeing that kind of violence...
up close, being...
part of it...
makes you reassess...
think on what kind of man you are.
Have you ever been shot at?
Yes, I have.
How did it feel?
At the time, uh...
like it was happening to someone else.
Afterwards, that's... It's different.
Seemed so fast.
And now...
now it... it plays like slow motion...
in my head.
The regulations I'm pushing for
aren't about taking certain guns away from all people.
They're about taking all guns away from certain people.
And you really think that's possible?
I have to, Karen.
[alarm blaring]
[groaning and coughing]
[all coughing]
[muffled gunshots]
[Ori gasping] Karen! We... Move! We have to move!
[grunting]
I'll get help!
[Karen groaning and coughing]
[gasping]
[laughing]
That's what he said?
Ori told you that he went for help? Wow.
Well, that is total, unadulterated bullshit.
Straighten me out, then, Karen.
Tell it like you saw it while it's fresh in your mind.
[takes deep breath]
And before I have a chance to, uh, call the office?
What's more important, huh?
Catching the guys who did this,
-or your exclusive? -[scoffs]
First time I hear your story,
I don't wanna be reading about it on the front page.
Well, the story that you're subscribing to...
that Castle and Wilson worked together, is a complete fiction.
So why does all the evidence says Wilson came up one stairwell
and Castle came up the other at the exact same time?
A classic pincer movement with this room right in the middle.
Jesus, Brett, you worked the Castle case the first time around,
you know the guy.
I am not saying that the stuff that he does is right,
but bombing innocent civilians?
Come on, we both know better than that.
[chuckles]
It's funny how you and Castle keep, uh... bumping up together.
Okay. All right, in your opinion, why was he even here?
I think he was looking out for me.
Frank Castle's not a terrorist.
Even your own paper says different.
Look, I was in this room...
and I am telling you, if it were not for Castle,
the senator's brains would be splattered all over this place.
Not what he told me.
[scoffs]
Ori is a craven political animal who would say anything to improve his Q-rating.
[sighs] Believe me, the truth does him no favors.
Shooting a senator over a political opinion...
does that really sound like Frank Castle to you?
Castle is crazy. You tell me why crazy does anything.
[sighs]
[elevator bell chimes]
Miss Page. Billy Russo, Anvil.
-Hi. -Pleasure.
Anti-gun senator being interviewed
by a journalist with a concealed carry permit.
Life is full of little ironies.
You checked me out.
I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't.
[chuckles] I am expecting my weapon back when this is done.
Well, you can never be too careful, Miss Page.
I'll make sure you get it back as soon as you're downstairs.
Please.
Anti-gun senator choosing a military contractor for his security?
[chuckles]
That's another of life's little ironies, isn't it?
Can't wait to hear what he has to say.
Hopefully he'll say that if you want the best,
-Anvil is the only choice. -[chuckles]
And if he doesn't, you can quote me on that.
I bet I can. So where'd you get your sales smarts? Wharton?
Afghanistan.
Wharton was my safety school.
[chuckles softly]
[indistinct chatter]
[elevator bell chimes]
Five will get you ten, the senator's using taxpayer money for all of this.
Am I right? [chuckles]
Can I ask, how did it feel...
on the radio, when Lewis Wilson threatened your life?
Both our lives?
Not good.
But that's another degree of living in this city, especially as a woman.
No, look, honestly, I... I can appreciate what you're doing here, but...
rhetoric and real lives, those things are worlds apart.
They don't have to be.
Oh, says the man who in an hour will be downstairs with New York liberals
who paid $10,000 a plate to support his campaign.
Uh, to be clear, not my campaign.
The funds raised are for the families of the victims of the bombings.
Fair enough.
Money that would not need to be made
if there weren't victims of this senseless violence.
Sure, but a gun is just a tool, isn't it, Senator?
That can't be the only place the problem lies.
Couldn't agree more.
But you can't give a six-year-old a chainsaw.
Hey, he told me to come relieve you.
[grunts]
[continues pressing button]
[elevator bell chimes]
Karen, the numbers bear it out.
The great majority of Americans agree on expanding background checks
for all gun sales.
Let's not blame the tool. Let's manage the owners.
You're a gun owner, right?
Yes. Fully licensed and known to the NYPD.
Can I ask why?
Personal safety.
Society should provide that.
[breathing heavily]
Look, the regulations I'm pushing
aren't about taking certain guns away from all people.
They're about taking all guns away from certain people.
And do you really think that's possible?
I have to, Karen.
[glass shattering]
-[alarm blaring] -[Ori groaning and coughing]
[all coughing]
[muffled gunshots]
[Ori grunting] No, no.
[gasping] No, no, no. No.
No. No, please, no. No, no, no, no, no.
[grunts] Oh, God.
-Please, don't kill me. -[gasps] Shit!
[Ori] Please! Please, don't kill me!
Please! Please, don't kill me! Killing me won't get what you want.
Don't shoot him. Please, don't shoot him.
Don't shoot him. Don't shoot him, please.
-Please, don't shoot him. -[Ori crying] No, no, no!
[Frank grunts]
-[gunshot] -[grunts]
[Karen] Come on! Come on! [grunting]
[groans]
[Ori screaming]
[straining]
Hey...
[grunting]
I got a bomb! I got a bomb!
It's a dead man's switch, Frank.
Lewis...
-[Lewis] Drop it! -[shushing]
[Karen gasping]
Drop it.
[breathing heavily]
[Frank] You don't need her, kid.
[Karen straining]
Just let her go.
-Stay back. You want her dead? -[gasps]
[man] Drop your weapons!
Get back! Everybody, get back!
I will blow us all to hell! Back! Get back!
-He's wired! Stand down! -[Lewis] Everybody, back!
[man] Everybody hold fire. He's got a bomb.
I let this go, everybody dies!
[Karen] Put your guns down! [grunts]
-[panting] -Your hands up!
Get your hands up. Hands up!
Get 'em up!
I will come for you.
[whimpers and grunts]
[gasps]
[grunting]
[yelling]
Shit, look at the state of this place.
Pretty amazing, huh? That anyone got out of here alive.
Given who was in here firing.
-You're being sarcastic. -Call it a dose of healthy skepticism.
About what?
I think if Frank Castle came in here to kill those people, they'd be dead.
Then why was he even here?
Well, that's the million dollar question, right?
The reason I'm still here.
You're still here because I haven't told you you can leave.
No, the way I hear it, you were on administrative leave until today.
Now, why would that be?
Someone killed my partner.
I'm sorry.
Were you there?
Yeah, I was.
Can't imagine what that was like.
Look, work with me here, okay?
Your first day back, and you're on the scene of a terrorist attack?
Telling me there's no thread there?
What do you think happened here?
Well, the evidence says Wilson and Castle came to kill the senator.
The evidence?
You know, I checked you out, too. You worked Castle the first time around.
I think you're having trouble with the narrative, Sergeant.
Why don't we start with what you were doing here?
I came to talk to a guy.
-[elevator bell chimes] -[indistinct chatter]
[man] She's back?
You think...
Castle being alive vindicates everything going on here?
Men died. Nothing vindicates that.
But if people had listened to me, then maybe they'd still be alive.
You walked those men into that warehouse, no one else.
You filed false tactical plans.
What were you hiding, Dinah? And from whom?
I knew Frank Castle was alive. I'd known for a while.
He stole the weapons shipment from the Greeks.
Why didn't you tell me this?
'Cause Castle's connected to Kandahar,
and every lead I found kept turning up dead.
And then I found a bug in my office.
Show's over.
That's pretty much how I looked when I found it, too.
Stein and I put on a little radio play for whoever was listening.
We pretended we had a lead on Castle,
and waited to see who turned up to kill him.
And it never entered your head to report it?
Yeah. Just like with Zubair and the video.
We sent that up the chain of command, and look what happened.
We didn't know who else at Homeland might have been compromised.
You could have come to me.
-[sighs] God damn you, Dinah. -This goes deep, Rafi.
CIA, NSA, us. Maybe even DOD.
I mean, the guys who killed my team were for real.
They went through us like a knife.
For what? What do you have?
Half the city is trying to kill Castle.
Your witness, if you can find him...
is a crazed terrorist intent on bombing this city.
Is this all you have to show for this insanity?
I've got another witness and a name.
The CIA agent who killed Zubair.
William Rawlins.
[scoffs]
Are you serious?
He's the director of Covert Operations.
He's a murdering piece of shit.
The dead suspects from your little sting.
All ex-Special Forces. Mercenaries.
You're gonna need this.
[door closes]
[elevator bell chimes]
-Hey. -You're back at work.
-Yeah. [sighs] -And that's a good thing?
Well, time will tell. [chuckles]
Well, you know I think so. It's... I think it's great.
It's good to see you. I didn't wanna not see you,
but I'm kinda busy. I got this senator to protect, so...
[Dinah] Well, you wanted more work on home soil.
[Billy] Well, wars can't last forever, right? At least, we hope not.
Yeah, it's actually why I'm here.
Talk to you about some of your men, the work they do on home soil.
These are the men who killed my team.
Okay.
They all worked for you.
-Yeah. -Shit, I'm sorry.
That's it? That's all you have to say?
They worked for you.
Yeah. Yeah, way back,
and for about 20 other places, too, probably foreign and domestic.
These kind of operators, they'll work under any flag for the right price.
Four out of four is some coincidence.
Yeah, listen, it's...
it's not like these guys are on my Christmas card list, okay?
The guys who work for me, they come and go.
It's the nature of the business.
And, yeah, sometimes they take gigs across the line.
Governments we don't like and criminal shit.
[stammers] And if I find out about it, then they don't get hired back.
What were your guys doing, anyway... to cross their path?
What?
You think that I had anything to do with this?
Fifth guy got away.
The one who killed Stein. Do you have any idea who that might be?
I can ask around for you. See... see who they ran with.
I... I wanna talk to you about this more, but I really... I really gotta go.
-How about I come by tonight? -Oh, it's... it's not a good idea.
Jesus. If you're trying to make me feel like the bad guy here, congratulations.
If the papers are right, you're guarding the senator from your old buddy.
You ready to put Castle down?
-If I have to, yeah. -Castle's a terrorist. You believe that?
I think that if you beat a dog long enough, it goes crazy.
Doesn't matter how good it was before. After that happens,
the dog that you knew is never coming back.
Trust me when I tell you that if Frank doesn't come after my guy today,
nobody will be more relieved than me.
That's the nature of the lives we chose, I guess.
Make tough decisions.
Live or die by it.
[alarm blaring]
-[Billy] Eagle One, Eagle Two, 10-45. -[woman] Eagle Two, clear.
-Eagle One, copy. -Everything okay?
I gotta go.
-[alarm continues blaring] -[indistinct chatter]
[Billy on PA] Available units report to Eagle One.
-We may have a situation. -Copy that.
[grunting]
[alarm continues blaring]
Stairwell A, clear.
[panting]
[woman panting] Hurry up! Let's go!
[continues panting]
-Castle, drop the weapon! -[panting]
This isn't on me, Madani. None of it.
I believe you. Now drop your weapon.
That's not gonna happen. You're just gonna have to let this go.
No. No, I'm not gonna let this go.
You're gonna stand up in court and tell the world about Cerberus,
Rawlins, everything. We want the same people, Frank.
We want the same thing.
[sighs] You've been talking to somebody I know, huh?
[scoffs]
[sighs]
Okay.
You're gonna kneel and put your hands on your head.
You're gonna shoot me, shoot me. Yeah?
I'm gonna walk down those steps.
You do what you gotta do.
[exhales heavily]
-[gunshots] -[groans]
-What the hell are you doing? Stand down! -He was gonna shoot you!
[Dinah] This is my prisoner, Russo!
Stand down, or I'll charge you with obstruction.
Why are you still pointing that gun at me?
I am trying to save your life!
Bill?
I'm a federal agent, ordering you to drop the weapon!
No need for you to get hurt.
[panting]
This dies with him.
[muttering]
[Dinah] Castle, stay back.
It was war, Dinah.
And the only crime in a war is to lose.
[softly] What'd you do?
Walk away.
[officer 1] Downstairs now!
Go! Go! Go!
[softly] You killed Stein.
-[indistinct chatter on radio] -[officer 1] Let's move!
-Put your hands up! -[officer 2] Get down on the ground!
-Right now! Get down! -[officer 3] Drop that weapon right now!
-[officers clamoring] -Show me your goddamn hands!
On the ground!
I'm Homeland-- [grunts]
You're gonna wish you shot me!
[scoffs]
Down on the ground!
Don't move, asshole!
[grunting]
[yells]
You wanna tell me why you and Russo
were pointing guns at each other instead of Castle?
-Difference of opinion. -Your weapon had been fired.
-I had to stop Castle. -And so had Russo's.
Yeah. He probably told you the same thing.
No, the officers said they saw an armed standoff between you and Russo.
I had the situation under control,
yet Russo seemed intent on putting a bullet in my prisoner.
Well, I can understand his point of view. Castle just killed a bunch of Russo's men.
Do you have any actual proof of that, Detective?
Ballistics? Witnesses?
How many people say Castle actually killed anyone today?
Why are you so certain he's innocent, huh?
Come on. Help me see it.
You want me to see this big picture here, then paint it for me.
I don't think you believe Castle's a terrorist any more than I do.
Question is, Detective Mahoney...
is anyone willing to give him the chance to prove that...
before they shoot him down?
I didn't say you can leave.
But I'm going to anyway.
[indistinct chatter on radio]
-Can I borrow her? -Detective wants to talk to her.
-She under arrest? -No.
Then Miss Page will be with you when she's ready.
I might have to get one of those.
-God, what a day. -[sighs]
[chuckles] There have been better.
[clears throat]
You and I once had a conversation about trust, Karen.
"The story beneath the story." You remember that?
Vividly.
You knew Frank Castle was alive that day. You didn't tell me.
I thought that's what you did to me.
[Dinah] Look, there are a lot of people that want Frank dead.
Powerful people who will use what happened here as an excuse
to hunt him down and kill him.
-I don't want that to happen. -Who?
Agent, if you know who, then do something about it.
It's not that easy.
I need Frank.
You two have a connection. I know that.
If you know where he is, or how to contact him, please.
I'm the best chance he's got.
[sighs]
He's not who they say he is.
Saved my life.
Again.
Well, that's something else we have in common.
Now, get some rest.
-Hey! Hey! I got a bomb! -[Karen grunting]
-I got a bomb! -[men yell in Spanish]
-Hey! Don't you come any closer! -[gasping] No.
-[Karen] No, he has bomb. -Easy.
[Karen] He has a bomb! Stop!
[Lewis] Listen to her! Shoot me, this goes off!
Hey! Hey, I don't give a shit! This will go off!
-[officer] Stay the line. -[Karen gasping]
-[groans] -[gunshots]
[groaning]
[panting]
[grunting]
[both panting]
[Karen] Lewis...
Lewis, what... what's the plan? What do we do now, huh?
"Wait like a soldier Wait, wait like a soldier"
-I'm really scared here, okay? -"Wait, wait..."
We can get out of this if we're smart.
-"Wait, wait like a soldier" -I bet there are cops all over here.
I'm not gonna give myself up.
I am not gonna go to jail. I need to goddamn think!
-Nobody else here has to die. -Shut up!
Okay.
[breathing heavily]
"Remember it is ruin to run from a fight
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight
And wait for support like a soldier
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier"
[sighs]
Hmm.
Sergeant used to drill us.
I learned it till I heard it in my sleep, running through my head.
In a fire fight, it's the only thing I could think of.
[sighs]
It's over, Lewis, you don't...
-You don't have to hurt anyone else. -I sent you letters.
You could've been part of the solution.
But you chose to be part of the problem.
[sniffles] I thought that you were different.
I thought that you had... that you understood.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Help me, okay? Help me... Help me understand.
All right? And then we'll go. We'll... we'll tell everyone else, okay? Just...
I can't do that if we're dead.
As long as I have you...
and I have this bomb...
-I'm gonna be okay. -You don't need it.
-You don't need the-- -[impact thuds, grunts]
Hey! Anyone tries to get in here, I swear this bomb goes off!
-[Frank] Wilson! -[Karen groans]
-I'm unarmed. -Hey!
-[Karen] Okay. -I'm unarmed.
Stay back! You take one more step, I swear to Christ this is going off!
Whole world thinks we did this together, kid.
Hey! Hey! Stay back.
[panting]
You know, kid, maybe you were right.
Maybe you and me, we are the same.
Maybe this is the way it's supposed to end.
Just... just you and me, though, right? Just you and me, and a bomb.
Come on, kid, let's do it, okay? Let's do it!
[grunts]
When we were with Curtis, you told me to pull that white wire.
You did the right thing, kid.
You could do it again.
Let her go.
-You do that-- -Hey! Hey! You stay back!
-Get back! -God damn it, kid!
Didn't your father teach you not to hurt a woman?
My father had nothing to do with this.
The second that bomb went off, you made him part of this.
One day, not long from now, he's gonna wake up,
he's... he's gonna walk outside,
and the word "terrorist" is gonna be painted on his car.
His mailbox is gonna be so full of hate and death threats,
he's just gonna give up.
His friends, his family, they're not gonna come around.
His phone won't ring. He will know loneliness, Lewis.
He will suffer!
-[Karen gasping] -[Frank] Just...
Your old man, his life... it's ruined.
I know what that's like.
You and me, we are the same.
We try to pretend that there's something more, something noble.
Brothers-in-arms, right?
We try to create a version of the world that we can stand to live in.
We're creatures of habit, Lewis. Right?
We like to do the same thing over and over and over again.
It's just like women and their goddamn bags, right?
I mean, look at her.
After everything she's been through, she's still got that bag around her neck.
Miss Page, I imagine you could tell me everything you have in that bag, right?
Yep.
Lewis, you're a creature of habit if I've ever seen one.
-Do it now, Karen! Do it now! -[Karen grunts]
[screams]
-[yells] -[grunts]
[grunting]
[crying]
"When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains
And the women come out to cut up what remains
Just roll to your rifle..."
[breathing heavily] "...and blow out your brains"
Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit. Frank, we gotta go. We gotta go now!
-[Frank] Karen, get out of here. -Frank?
-Karen, you go! Go now! -Hell, no! Come on!
"An' go to your God"
That's it, kid. You can do it.
"Like a soldier
Go, go, go like a soldier"
[both breathing heavily]
[Karen groaning softly]
[Frank] Are you okay?
[Karen] Uh-huh.
-Shit. -[both panting]
[Frank] Come on.
-[Karen] Hey! -[indistinct chatter on radio]
-[officer 1] East stairwell. -[officer 2] Copy that.
[Karen] Don't shoot!
-Don't shoot. Don't shoot. -[Brett] Hold your fire!
Stand down. Everybody, stand down.
[Frank grunting]
Let her go, Castle.
There's no way out of this.
-[elevator bell chimes] -Got the building surrounded.
[both panting]
God damn it!
I need a man on every floor! Move! Move! Move!
[both panting]
[alarm blaring]
-[Karen softly] Okay. -[grunts]
Frank. Frank...
[softly] Go. Go on.
Take care.
[grunting]
[sniffles]
[sighing heavily]
[sighs heavily]
So, um, after Wilson blew himself up,
Castle, who, according to you, is the hero of this whole thing,
took you hostage with your gun?
-Technically, it's not my gun. -And then he gave you the gun back?
Doesn't sound like a terrorist, does he?
[scoffs]
I think you and I both know he saved lives here today.
You helped Castle escape.
I should arrest you for that.
If Castle is a terrorist, then I'm just a victim.
[scoffs]
[laughs]
You and I both know that's not the truth.
Yes, we do.
Where is he?
Honestly... I don't know.
Do you really think Castle's the kind of guy
who walks into a building he doesn't know how to get out of?
[grunting]
[panting]
[dramatic music playing]