Moon Knight

It's maddening, isn't it? Hello?

The voice in your head.

Relentless, forever unsatisfied.

What's this?

- Layla. - (CELL PHONE RINGING)

Oh, my God, you're alive. - Yeah, all right.

That's it? I've been texting and calling you for months.

My body wants to get up and wander about, you know?

And I don't even know about it until I wake up wherever.

Strange, innit?

I strongly encourage you to return that.

Here, take it.

That was so strange. Sorry about...

I will not ask again.

Oh, my God!

You're not gonna die.

Let me save us.

No, no, no.

You there?

Hmm?

No?

Yeah, didn't think so.

Bruv, hey.

Oh, hey. Bro, it is proper mad in here.

What happened? What is it?

They're saying burst pipes, but don't look like that to me.

Has anyone seen the security footage?

Well, yeah, I was about to.

All right. I think I should go with you, yeah?

I may have some information about it.

- All right, come on. - Yeah.

Do not tell Donna that I let you into this arena.

Bruv, listen, I must warn you.

What you're about to see is gonna melt your brain. Yeah?

- Come on. - Listen to me.

It's like Area 51, like MI6 bonkers, bruv. Yeah?

- All right. All right, mate. - You ready?

Yeah.

Roll the tape.

Is that you, Scotty?

Still Steven. And yeah, that's me. Oh, yeah.

Watch, here it comes.

Are you cryin'?

A bit. Yeah, a bit. Watch, here it comes. Wait for it.

Wait for it.

How long am I waitin'?

Different angle, yeah? Different, different.

Yeah, yeah, that's it. Wait for it, here it comes.

No, no, no, wait.

Why are you going in... What are you doing, you donut?

No, just a minute. Here it comes.

Wait, wait. Now, just a minute.

- You messed up the loos. - Shh. I don't...

- Mate! - Oh, God.

Larry in Maintenance is gonna absolutely shoot you.

I swear to God, there was a dog chasing me, like a big hound, or...

Hound of the Baskervilles, was it?

- Egyptian jackal. It was a jackal. - I've heard it all now.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Fast forward till when I come out. When I come out.

Oh, yeah, why not, yeah.

Let me do it.

- Now, there. Have a look. - Yeah, yeah...

It's still you, bruv.

That's not me.

I should tell you, the museum has no wish to press charges.

- Okay. - But Mr. Grant,

we've spoken to your colleagues.

Yeah?

It's all been a bit of a struggle for you recently, hey?

Yeah. A bit, a bit.

This particular group of doctors has a long-standing relationship with us.

Doctors?

Oh.

They're wonderful.

- Yeah? - I could arrange an appointment.

Okay. Yeah.

It looks... It actually looks quite posh. (CHUCKLES)

Looks like they're very good listeners, right?

They really are.

I know this is classic HR to say, but...

But you're not alone.

Yeah. That's, like, part of the problem, innit?

Before you leave us, I'm sorry for the protocol of it, but...

Any museum property on your person?

No, I haven't nicked anything. I swear. I...

No, nothing.

Uh...

Yeah.

Well, that's it. I got the sack.

I don't blame 'em. I'm a vandal. I should've been arrested.

I did find things hidden in my flat.

I swear. I'm not joking.

That's worth exploring, isn't it?

Like, if I could find that storage locker,

that might be my one chance to prove to myself that I'm not mad.

Oh, mate, thank you. Thanks. Cheers.

Hiya. - Hey.

- You all right? - Yeah.

Yeah. Um, look, man, this is, like, the fifth branch I've been to.

I'm looking for my storage locker. It's under "Steven Grant."

If it's not under Steven Grant, it might be under "Marc."

I don't have a surname, just Marc.

Would you have a look for me, if that's all right?

- I know it sounds... - Of course. I know you. #43, right?

I never forget a face.

All right.

Oh, my God.

"Marc Spector."

No way.

It's real. It's totally real.

Whoa.

I'd say you are a compass, but you're not pointing north.

Steven, I need you to listen to me very carefully.

Marc?

There he is. Here he comes.

Hello, man in the mirror. I was wondering if you'd pop up again.

- I know you're scared. - A bit, yeah.

I know you're confused. You weren't supposed to see any of this.

No? Well, bit late for that, innit?

So, what? Am I, like, meant to be some sort of mad secret agent or something?

It's a little more complicated than that.

More complicated? What? Am I possessed?

- (STAMMERS) Are you, like, a demon? Or... - You're in danger, and I can save us,

just like I did last night.

But I can't have you interfering in what I have left to do.

So, this is what's gonna happen.

You're gonna go lay down on that cot back there.

- You're gonna take a nice nap. - Are you joking?

Sleep... I'm never gonna go to sleep again. You hear me?

Look, I don't care how bloody handsome you are.

Tell me what it is you are. What are you?

- You sure you want to know? - Yes, bloody... Yes.

I serve Khonshu. I'm his Avatar.

Which means you are, too. Sort of.

We protect the vulnerable

and deliver Khonshu's justice to those who hurt them.

- Khonshu? - Yeah.

The Egyptian god of the moon?

Oh, my God, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

I eat one piece of steak, and then, bam, I go bonkers.

Oh, God. I'm having a panic attack.

- I made a deal with Khonshu. - I need to go to hospital.

That deal is contingent on you not interfering, Steven.

Now, give me the body. Let me finish this, and you'll never hear from me again.

You want my body? Right, yeah.

Marc, how about this for a deal? I'm gonna take this bag full of illegal shit, yeah?

And I'm gonna go straight to the authorities.

And they're gonna put me away so I don't hurt anyone else.

And hopefully, NHS will fill me with enough pills

so that you get out of my head!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Give it back, you fool.

Marc? Where have you been?

Layla?

What the hell is going on? Is this Steven the latest fake identity for you?

I figured you were using a coded message when we spoke on the phone.

How did you find me?

How'd you think? I tracked your phone.

I thought you wanted me to do that when you turned it on.

Right. Yeah.

You know, you really could have given me any sign that you were alive.

I thought that you were in danger, or kidnapped again.

I just kept thinking, "He's got the suit. He's fine."

Then, I thought, "Well, what if he gets ambushed when he's not wearing it?"

And "What if he doesn't have it?" And...

- Stop clasping my shoulder like that. - I don't know where to hold.

Feels like riding with a Victorian duchess.

Where do I hang on?

Do you see the spiral you put me through?

It's not okay, yeah? I'm still your wife.

By the way, this would be a great time for you to say something. Anything.

- Just in case it's not clear. - Sorry, sorry... Did you say wife?

My... Are we married?

Look, I'm pretty sure we lost whoever was chasing you.

- Just drop the act. - It's not an act. I...

- Stop with the accent, please. - This is how I talk.

- Okay. Get off the bike. - No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait. Please.

Please, I will tell you everything, just get me to my flat, yeah?

Just get me home.

All right.

She shouldn't be here.

Get her out of here, Steven. You're way out of your depth.

I just want my life back.

Yeah, I'm getting that.

No. Sorry, I wasn't talking to you, just talking to myself. Sort of.

Uh, this is your flat, Marc? - Um, I'm Steven.

Are you living here with someone else?

No, no, no.

No, this is my mum's flat.

Okay, so you guys are talking again?