The next morning, Luke and Matt meet on a roof in Hell's Kitchen.
"You were right about Ben Poindexter," Luke tells him, "From what Jessica says, he wasn't messing around."
"And from the sounds of things, he's more dangerous than ever. Stronger. More resilient."
"So, what do you think of Castle's plan?"
"Pitting the two of them together? We can do it, but we have to be careful."
"Right. Castle is probably okay with the two of them killing each other but that's not how we roll."
"We set up the meeting. We all go and we stay hidden. I'll be able to hear what's going on and when it seems as though one might defeat the other, we move in. With both combatants confused and exhausted, it should be the perfect opportunity to take them both."
"What if one of them dies?"
"I'm willing to take that chance."
"I thought I was the one with the edgy side."
"I have my moments, what can I say?"
"Well, all things considered, it seems like a risk we can take. So... about arranging a meeting."
"We'll have to get someone on the inside to help us out. Set both sides up without anyone being suspicious."
"Agreed."
Both men simultaneously say, "I know a guy," then give each other a confused look.
Turk walks through a dark tunnel, counting a wad of cash in his hands. As he reaches the other side of the tunnel, Daredevil emerges in the stairwell. "Shit," Turk mutters and sprints in the opposite direction. As he runs, he looks back to see if he's being pursued, not paying attention to what's in front of him. He runs into Luke Cage and falls on his backside. "Ah, hell no," Turk shouts as Daredevil calmly approaches, "Ya'll teaming up on a brotha now? This is uncalled for!" Luke helps him up to his feet and the two stare him down.
"We need your help, Turk," Daredevil tells him.
"Funny how you people always say that. Like I have a choice or someth'n."
"We need you to relay a couple of messages for us," Luke tells him.
"Swear to God, if Frank Castle comes roll'n up..."
"We want to arrange a meeting between the Triads and the Italians," he continues.
"Are you out of your damn mind? You know there's a feud, right?"
"We're aware," Daredevil says, "And you're going to help put an end to it."
"Ya'll are gonna get me killed."
"Go to each of them separately. Tell them you were sent by the other party."
"And then what?"
"All the information you need is right here," Cage hands him a folded piece of paper, "Who knows. If you sell the pitch well enough, they might give you a tip."
"I hope because your asses ain't paying me."
"Get it done," Daredevil steps back and lets him walk, "We'll meet up later."
"Great," Turk rolls his eyes and leaves.
Some time later, he enters the Golden Sands restaurant where Sherry Yang is having tea quietly with Dex sitting next to her. As he approaches the table, Dex stands up, but she signals for him to sit down.
"Turk Barrett, right? I've seen you around Harlem," she says, "What brings you out to Chinatown?"
"I have business all over the place, baby. Listen, I got a message from Rosalie Carbone."
"... Go on."
"She wants a showdown in Queens. Midnight. Neutral territory," he slides an address across the table, "You send your guy and she'll send her killer. She wants to end this once and for all."
"Fine by me," Sherry goes back to her tea and Turk leaves.
"This is likely a trap," Dex tells her.
"So we prepare for it."
At an art auction, Rosalie Carbone and a few of her men begin to leave the auction house but Turk steps into her line of sight, "Rosalie Carbone?". The two men throw Turk against the wall and immediately start searching him for weapons, "Damn, bruh. I don't have anything on me. Shit! I just came here to give a message." They let him go and he straightens his jacket in frustration.
"What message?," Rosalie sighs.
"The Triads sent me here as an envoy. They want a showdown tonight," he hands her another address, "Here's the time and place. They'll have their boy waiting. You know, the guy who killed your boys at the strip club? You're supposed to send that psycho broad you got working for you. It's a winner-take-all kinda thing."
She nods approvingly, "Okay, I'll do it."
"I'll let them know," Turk turns around and leaves and as he goes out the door, a hand grabs him. A second later, he is pressed against an alley wall by Cage while Daredevil stands nearby. "They took the bait," Turk whines, "You could've just asked. Why you people always gotta throw me around?"
"So it's done?," Cage asks.
"Yeah, man. It's done."
"Good," he lets him go.
"It was nice seeing you again, Turk," Daredevil tells him sarcastically before he leaves with Cage.
"Yeah, let's do it again sometime," he shakes his head and walks in the opposite direction, "That's it. I'm moving out of New York."
Rosalie gets into her car alongside Typhoid who had been waiting for her.
"The Hatchets want a fight. You against their guy," she tells her.
"It's a setup."
"Seems that way, but considering you're... Well, I figured you would be interested."
"Absolutely."
Matt is now in his civilian attire alongside Luke and Misty. They are now in Misty's apartment.
"All parties are interested," Matt explains.
"I know your senses are sharp," Misty tells him, "But they better be on point. I don't want a bloodbath."
"Neither do I."
"We'll all be there to make sure," Luke adds, "I don't think Frank Castle should just be left alone at Colleen's place."
"Yeah, ... I guess we have to bring him along, don't we?"
"I see no alternative," Matt tells her.
"Shit. Let me call her."
At Colleen's apartment, Colleen practices with a boxing bag while Jessica pulls a bottle of wine from the fridge. Frank stands on the other side of the room, examining the various weapons along the wall and shelves. "Got anything harder than this?," Jessica holds up the wine. "Sorry. I don't," Colleen gives her a strange look just before her phone rings. She wipes the sweat off and answers it, "Yeah?... Really? Okay, I'll tell them... I hope this works."
"Who was that?," Frank asks.
"Misty. Looks like you're coming to the pow-wow tonight."
"Can't wait."
She moves past him and goes to Jessica, "Think there might be a beer tucked away in the fridge." Jessica follows her, "That'll do." As they talk, Frank palms a karambit knife from a shelf and places it in his pocket.