A derelict man walks into an alley and meets Frank Castle who know sports a black hoodie. "I asked around and got the information you needed," he tells him.

"Where's Benjamin Poindexter?," Frank asks as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash.

"They got him in in Harlem. Feds will be picking him up sometime this after noon."

Frank takes out a bill and hands it to him. The man tries to walk away, but Frank calls him back, "Wait a minute," he holds up the rest of the cash, "See this? It's yours if you do one more favor."

"Sure, man. Just tell me what you wanna do."

"First thing's first," Frank picks up the dufflebag on the ground beside him and tosses it at the man's chest, "You're gonna need a change of clothes."

At a pier once used by a man known as Cottonmouth, a truck pulls up in front of Typhoid. The back opens up and men lower a ramp. She watches silently as they use a hand cart to unload a group of tanks with hazardous waste warnings labeled on them. They take the canisters out and line them up in front of her. She nod sin approval.

Later that day, Matt and the others meet at Fogwell's Gym, which is still abandoned and scheduled to be demolished. Matt is in costume but sans his mask. "So, one or another, the Triads are out of the picture," Luke says, "Castle is still out there somewhere, which means he'll probably go after Carbone."

"Me and Murdoch had the same theory," Misty tells him.

"He won't make a move right away," Matt adds, "He's smart. He's anticipating we'll show up."

At a police station in Harlem, federal agents escort Poindexter out of the building with several guards surrounding them. Reporters snap pictures as they move him toward a black SUV. A figure in a black trenchcoat moves down the sidewalk toward the commotion. As the figure approaches, the SUV door is opened and the agents slide Poindexter inside. Suddenly, the defeaning sound of a gunshot erupts, causing everyone to jump. The SUV door is slammed shut as the agents snap to attention to find the gunman. The figure in the trenchcoat races through the crowd, shoving people out of the way as more gunshots can be heard. Tires screech and the SUV roars down the street.

Back at Fogwell's gym, Jessica offers a plan, "Maybe we can forget about Castle for a moment and make a move on Rosalie Carbone ourselves."

"Good idea, although Mary Walker is likely waiting for us as well," Matt tells her.

"So we either fall into a trap or sit on our asses until it's too late?"

"There alternatives. We could -"

The sound of a police radio is heard, "Shots fired at the 29th Precinct. Repeat, shots fired at the 29th Precinct."

Misty races to the radio she has propped up on the edge of the boxing ring, "That's our precinct."

"Federal agents have the prisoner secure and are en route," the voice on the radio continues, "Frank Castle has been identified on scene. Suspect is traveling on foot, Southbound."

"Looks like Castle went after Poindexter instead."

"Let's go," Luke leads everyone outside.

Back in Harlem, the figure races down a sidewalk with two officers in pursuit. "Freeze, Castle!," one of them shouts. The figure runs toward an intersection just as a police cruiser screeches to a halt, blocking the street. Undaunted, the figure rolls over the hood and turns down the street, quickly ducking into an alley. The officers follow. The figure in the trenchcoat races to the chain-link fence blocking the alley and leaps onto it in an attempt to climb. He doesn't get far until the officers snatch him by the back of his coat and yank him to the alley floor. "It's over, Castle!," an officer shouts as he trains his gun on the suspect. The figure wears a black coat and a black shirt with a skull on it but it's most certainly not the Punisher. "Whoa, it's cool," the derelict man whines, "I-I ain't Frank Castle." The officer keeps his gun trained on the man while his partner searches him. Soon, he removes a phone from his pocket which has an audio file open. He curiously presses the play button and hears the sound of gunshots.

Elsewhere in Harlem, Frank Castle climbs onto a rooftop with a case. He opens the case, revealing a sniper rifle. He begins to load ammo into the rifle as he looks over the ledge at a condo in Little Italy. There, he sees Rosalie Carbone enter her home along with several men.

When Misty and the others reach the police station, it is already dark. Brett Mahoney takes notes as the lights from a nearby squad car flashes. When he notices the group, he exclaims, "What do ya know? It's Detective Knight's Merry Band," then he notices Daredevil, "And why am I not surprised you're a part of this?"

"Good evening Detective," Misty ignores his remarks, "We heard Frank Castle is in custody."

"See for yourself," Mahoney draws their attention to the squad car and he derelict man in the back, "He look like Frank Castle to you?"

"I don't understand," Colleen chimes in, "Is that some copycat killer or something?"

"Apparently, he's a decoy. Castle paid some lowlife to wait around out here and get everyone's attention while the feds transported Benjamin Poindexter."

"That means Castle wanted our attention," Misty becomes alarmed, "This was a diversion."

"Our first instinct was correct," Daredevil quickly rushes away, "He's going after Rosalie Carbone."

As the team leaves the scene, Mahoney calls after them, "Wait, do you people know where Castle is?," he gets no answer, "Dammit."

At Rosalie's house, she paces in her study, drinking a glass of wine while Typhoid sits comfortably in a chair.

"You don't have anything to worry about for now," Typhoid tells her, "The Triads are gone and Benjamin Poindexter is heading back to prison."

"All thanks to people like Frank Castle. Maybe I should give him your pay."

Typhoid becomes annoyed, "There you go again with the disrespect."

"Tell me you have a plan," Rosalie's tone changes, "I still have people coming after me."

"I have a plan."

"Does it involve the shit you have hooked up to my vents? Do I even wanna know what's in those containers?"

"Probably not."

"Just promise me they'll die. Castle, Luke Cage, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen... they all die."

"I can assure you they'll die."

"Good," Rosalie looks out her window, "The last thing I need is -"

The window cracks and the back of Rosalie's head explodes. She falls dead on the carpet and Typhoid quickly springs into action. She tumbles out of her chair just as another sniper bullet shatters the vase on the table behind her. She rolls onto her back and kicks the door open before crawling out of the room. Across the street, the Punisher readies his rifle for another shot.