Two Dead Men

- Come on, Dad. Do it. - 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 shot each other.

- -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! -

Attagirl.

See, before smartphones and all that Internet crap, this is how people got by.

-So boring. -It's not boring.

Hey...

Look! There it is!

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

That's about right.

Is that why you have to go and fight?

Dad goes away so he can kill 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.

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?

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.

Yeah?

Hipster! It's for you.

-That can't be. - 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. - 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 kill me.

-Then we can meet. -

Delicious.

Hey!

Shit.

Mmm.

Hey.

What time is it?

No!

- What's he saying? - Nothing useful.

We sure he's got anything?

You questioning my intelligence, soldier?

Please, I'm not a terrorist.

I have a family, children, I have--

Do it.

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?

Yeah...

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

It was...

interrogation and assassination. It was...

It wasn't war.

Not like we knew it.

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

That shit 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 kill 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 killed by our people?

I was sent a video file of his murder by an anonymous source.

He was interrogated and shot in the head by Americans

'cause they knew he was a cop.

Holy shit.

-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 shit?

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.

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.

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. -

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

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

Can we talk?

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?

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.