Firefighters remove debris from what's left of Harlem's Paradise. Across the street, Tilda Johnson smiles with satisfaction.

A hand reaches into a refrigerator and removes a beer. Matt carries the beer through his apartment and hands it to Luke who sits on his couch next to Jessica, "Thanks, man." Misty sits in the chair across from the couch.

"So if this war wasn't bad enough, Tilda Johnson has decided to throw her hat in the ring," Misty takes a swig of the beer in her hand.

"What's her deal?," Matt asks.

"For the most part, family drama," Luke tells him, "Harlem's Paradise had been in her family for years. Her uncle Cornell ran things for a long time, then her mom. She hated her them for it, so it makes sense she wants to see the place burn. The problem is, she won't just stop at the Paradise. She'll make her move when she wants to. We just have to be ready for it."

"In the meantime, we have two very deadly assassins to deal with," Matt reminds them, "I'm particularly interested in Benjamin Poindexter. He's one of the most dangerous opponents I've ever faced. He has an almost inhuman level of accuracy. Anything in his hands is a lethal weapon."

"Jessica, did you track down Dr. Burstein?," Misty asks.

"I have an old co-worker on the case. After I leave here, I'll go see what he found."

"Meanwhile, we need someone to guard Castle," Misty explains, "Colleen's shift will be over later today."

"I'll do it if that's alright with everyone else?," Matt volunteers.

"No disagreement here," Luke tells him.

"Luke, you wanna visit Tilda's shop?," Misty asks.

"Sounds like a good time."

A police officer sits down at a bar and orders, "The usual: bourbon on the rocks. Make it double."

"Hey, Carl," the bartender greets him as he prepares the drink, "Off duty?"

"You know it," Carl takes the drink, "Been a rough week."

"Why's that?"

"I'm not supposed to say anything but... We got the Punisher at the station."

"No shit?"

"Yeah, some of those vigilante assholes got `im. Man, what I wouldn't give to walk in there and put a bullet in him myself. Y'know there's a price on his head?"

"Wouldn't surprise me."

Typhoid saddles up to Carl at the bar, wearing leather pants, jacket, and a revealing top underneath, "Did you say the Punisher is in holding?"

He looks her up and down and responds, "I'm not really supposed to -"

"It's fine. I get it," she picks his drink up and takes a sip, "But what if you had the chance to take him out once and for all? Would you?"

"Look, even if I had the shot, there's always some freak guarding him."

"That didn't stop a few of your friends from going after them. In fact, you turned off the security camera for them... didn't you, Carl? They took the fall for their little attempt but they didn't say your name. Real nice of them, huh? I wonder what you'll do to make up for it?"

He becomes nervous, "What... What do you want from me?"

"I want nothing from you," she leans in, "But what would you like from me?"

Jessica walks down a familiar hallway and comes to the door for Alias Investigations. She gets a slight smile before opening the door. There, Malcom Ducasse sits behind her old desk. "Hey, Jess," he stands to his feet, "Come in. I got the information you needed." Jessica enters and notices the place has been renovated with a new coat of paint and carpet. "You didn't waste any time redecorating since I've been gone," she tells him.

"Jeryn Hogarth made a generous donation," he tells her as he opens a filing cabinet.

"Hogarth? What's the catch?"

"Nothing. She's a lot nicer now that she's not practicing law."

"Dying tends to soften people up," Jessica sneers.

"Jesus," Malcolm removes a file and shuts the cabinet, "Even for you, that was shitty. I know the two of you never got along -"

"Sorry, it's been a rough day. I kinda got... inspirationaly fired this morning."

"From the Bulletin? Really?"

"Yeah. On a sidenote, if you need an office assistant or anything..."

"Nah, I don't really need one."

Jessica rolls her eyes, "Of course you don't."

Malcolm hands the file to her, "I found your guy. He's living here in New York under an assumed name. It's all there."

"Thanks, Malcolm."

"But seriously, you should visit Hogarth. She doesn't have much longer."

"I'll consider it. It was good seeing you."

"You too, Jess."

Jessica puts the file into her bag and goes into the elevator at the end of the hall. She leaves the building and begins to go down the street just before a figure in a hat and jacket begins to follow her. As she walks, she subtly glances over her should and quickens the pace. She turns the corner and the figure also turns the corner. She slows down a bit and makes sure the figure closes the distance before she tosses her bag to a nearby doorstep to secure it, then spins around, snatching the figure by the jacket, and slams him to sidewalk.

Benjamin Poindexter lays on the sidewalk, unable to move as she pins him down. "Who the hell are you?," she asks. He says nothing but instead, quickly wraps a garrote around her neck. She chokes and quickly stands up, but Dex has a firm grip on the wire and places both heels against her knees so that when she stands, he is still holding on to her. She turns and slams him into a nearby street lamp, forcing him to fall to the ground, then she leans against a wall and coughs. Dex pulls a throwing knife from his jacket, but Jessica thinks quick by leaping at him and giving him a hard shove. He drops the blade and goes airborne just before slamming through a fruit cart, shattering it and spilling fruit all over the sidewalk. Jessica picks the knife off the ground, presses her thumb against the flat end, and snaps it in half. Dex snatches an apple off the sidewalk and hurls it into Jessica's face, which staggers her. He picks up a board from the broken stand and quickly races forward. Jessica throws a punch but he ducks under it and slams the board into her gut, then brings it up across her chin, which forces her back. He then slams it across her face which shatters the board and knocks her to the ground. He notices the broken board in his hand and turns it around, pointing the newly sharpened end toward Jessica, then raises it, ready to plunge. Jessica scrambles to her feet, grabs Dex's wrists to stop him from striking, then throws him onto a car's roof. He hits the car and rolls off to the other side, disappearing. Jessica follows by leaping over the hood but once she gets to the other side, she notices he is nowhere to be found. "Shit," she mutters to herself.