Spider-Noir

Silvermane. In charge of organize crime for 30 years.

Someone burned down his mansion a couple of nights ago.

- Addison! -You keep following me,

it won't end the way you want it to.

This guy have superpowers? Like you?

Do me favor. Hold off on printing that.

I want to warn Donegal before he gets himself killed.

That's enough of that.

There's gonna be a free-for-all.

The people could use a hero.

I hope they find someone.

I can't help but wonder what Ruby would think.

I'm not that guy anymore.

Any chance

you know who this is?

Oh, that's Cat Hardy.

Star attraction over at The Alcove.

Is there somewhere we can talk?

-It's business. -Flint.

Despite what I do,

I don't enjoy hurting people.

-Don't hurt him. -What the hell is this?

-Just leave us alone, please. - When someone

tells you what they are,

-you have to listen. - And what is he?

Retired.

I came here to offer him a job.

My friend you met last night-- he's disappeared.

You were saying Flint's your bodyguard.

Yes. He protects me and he is loyal.

Hard to find these days.

No kidding. I didn't marry my husband for his looks.

What else can you tell us? Does he have family, friends?

I don't know anything about his personal life.

I know his address.

Are we gonna talk about the fact that he turned into some kind of sand monster?

What I know, she knows.

It started about six months ago.

Slow, at first.

But it's been getting worse.

And he never remembers when it happens?

Oh, he always remembers.

Unless he gets clubbed in the head with an iron girder.

That's it? He turned into sand. That's-- It was sand, right?

Just seems like kind of, like, a big deal.

So, do you have any clues as to what's causing this to happen?

You haven't given us much to go on.

Isn't that what the money's for?

You're an investigator.

Investigate.

You know, an artist doesn't just paint with air.

He needs a canvas, brushes, paint.

Do you think I'm withholding from you, Mr. Reilly?

What if I said I did?

I'd ask why you thought that.

-I'd say a lifetime of experience. -With clients?

With… women.

As fun as this little game is, I'm afraid

I have other business to attend to.

Get to painting, Mr. Reilly.

-What do you think? -

I think you might need a cold shower.

I think I might need one.

But you're right.

She is hiding something.

All the fun ones do.

I'm gonna check out Flint's apartment.

Why don't you do down to the Bu--

Bureau of Criminal Records? Yeah.

Been a while since we've had a real case.

But it ain't been that long.

- -

Gonna meet a new supplier at the docks tomorrow.

Canadian.

You didn't tell me that.

I'm telling you now.

It's not smart for you to go out in public till we know who tried to take you out.

I'll go where I want.

With all due respect, you don't pay me what you pay me

for my charm or disposition.

You pay me to keep you alive and I'm telling you it's a bad idea.

If you dying benefitted me, I would have done it myself ten years ago.

But I know what I'm good at, I know what I'm not,

and I need you to stay alive and in power.

So, pretty please, with cherries on top,

let me go down to the docks ahead of you.

Once I make sure everything's kosher, you can waltz on in

and show everyone the brightness of your feathers.

You finished?

Problem is not that the guy is out there.

The problem is they thought they could take me out at all.

Ever since The Spider disappeared,

things have been comfortable.

Maybe someone's thinking that I got complacent.

Or soft.

Maybe you're one of them.

Thinking you could take me out.

- -If you could set yourself on fire

like Addison, then you might have a shot.

Imagine controlling that kind of power.

Now Flint goes missing.

Right after.

He's been acting strange lately.

And if those two things are related...

Go look for Flint.

And when the boys find that PI...

Reilly.

Bring him straight to me.

Great.

Hi, this is

-Robbie Robertson calling. - Mr. Robertson,

how many times do I have to tell you? You're never getting your old job back.

Listen, I don't know if Walters has seen my article in the Gazette,

-but I just-- I-- -Mr. Robertson, there's no point...

What I'm saying is I j-- I-I just need to sit with him, that's all.

-Mr. Roberston, please. Mr. Robertson, -But if you-if you just...

-I'm going to hang up now. -...you would just give me a chance to--

I'm onto something truly sensational!

It's the biggest story in years.

There hasn't been anything this big since The Spider.

I promise it'll be worth his while.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you. Thank you.

- - Flint Marko?

Got a delivery.

Anybody home?

Come on...

Flint.

- - Addison!

- - Flint.

It's Winston. Silvermane wants to talk to you.

-Gimme the keys. -

Check the bedroom.

Nice place.

Yeah. Bit fancy for my taste.

And I got a pretty good idea why.

Why?

Let's go.

You think he got a new lady?

That why he ain't coming to poker lately?

Janet. Long time.

Thought you might've wised up and quit the biz.

Oh, no, not me, Hank.

Sad to report I'm dumb as ever.

Found this sitting outside.

I didn't know if it belonged to anyone.

Hmm.

Ooh.

You know my wife made me quit eating these.

Okay, well, in that case...

Hey! Last I checked, you ain't my wife.

-Name? -Flint Marko.

All right. Be right back.

Don't you dare touch that bag.

It ain't a bribe if I don't get to eat it.