All language subtitles for Marvels.The.Defenders.S01E02.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

-[sirens blaring in distance]
-[panicked shouting in distance]

[horn honking]

-[woman] What's happening?
-[glass shatters]

[dispatcher on radio]
All units, we got a 10-66.

Requesting backup immediately.

[people shouting indistinctly in distance]

-[woman 2] I can't open my door!
-[boy 1] Take what you can.

[store owner] Hey! What the hell
do you kids think you're doing?

-[boy 1] Shit!
-You're not gonna steal from my store!

-[sirens blaring]
-[gasps]

-[boy 2] Just take the stuff!
-[girl] Hey, hey, we're really sorry.

-[gun cocks]
-[store owner] Too late for that.

-[boy 2] Okay! Okay!
-[boy 1] We'll put it back.

[boy 2] Hurry, this way! Come on. Run!

-[store owner] Don't you run from me...
-[Matt grunts]

...you looter sons of bitches!

[grunting]

[store owner] There they go!
Get the other gun!

[grunts]

[girl] Guys, hurry!
They're coming!

[boy 2] Hurry, this way!
Come on!

[girl] Please, stop. We'll leave--

-[gunshot]
-[girl] Oh, shit!

[boy 2] Run!

Come on, you pieces of shit!

[both grunting]

-[store owner pants]
-[man] You want some, too?

Don't do it. They're just kids. [panting]

[grunting]

[both grunting]

[man groaning]

[breathing heavily]

[store owner] Who are you?

[theme music playing]

Hey, Jess. It's me calling you
for the third or fourth or 19th time.

I hear your neighborhood
was hit pretty hard,

so call me so I know you're okay.

Hey! Excuse me! Excuse me.
I'm so sorry. I'm running late for work.

-Can I sneak through?
-[chuckles] You can try.

-Thank you.
-[scoffs]

Holy shit.

[caller] Trish, it's really scary
when something like this happens.

What do I tell my kids?

After everything we've been through,

we can't help but think
it's the incident or terrorism.

True, but there's nothing to worry about.

The mayor's office confirmed this morning,
it was a 4.6 magnitude earthquake.

A shallow one, actually,
centered in Hell's Kitchen.

I'm told seismologists are looking
at a fault line on the Hudson

to see if it could be
the source of the problem.

Jane from Brooklyn, you're on Trish Talk.
What did you feel last night?

[Jane] Not an earthquake, that's for sure.

Right. Brooklyn's outside
the affected area.

No. I mean, whatever it was,
you're reporting it wrong.

Look, I know it's easy
to give into fear, but--

[scoffs] I'm no conspiracy theorist.
I'm a geologist.

Shallow earthquakes can be up
to 50-miles deep.

But whatever happened last night
was only 300-feet deep--

-[line disconnects]
-Wait, what?

Hello?

Okay, so it looks like phone lines
may have been affected, too.

But let's keep the conversation going.
I want your thoughts next.

[announcer] Trish Talk, stay tuned.
Thanks for listening.

What the hell happened?

The interview
with the school superintendent,

boss says it's going on now.

-Did you cut off my call?
-They called from upstairs.

Said we gotta lay off
the earthquake stuff.

I don't know why,
but from the tone they used,

it was not a conversation.

[Strieber] Detective Knight.
Took long enough to get here.

Got here fast as I could, Captain.

Well, the room was paid for in cash.
No records downstairs.

Place like this, company motto is
"No questions asked."

The FBI showed up just after we did.
And Homeland Security's on the way.

So whatever this is, we got orders
to keep it away from the press.

-What is this? We got a body?
-Worse. Looks like you were right.

Son of a bitch.

I told you these assholes
were transporting explosives.

We sure it's them?

Uh, at the very least,
I think it's connected.

Maybe the fireworks are theirs,
and maybe somebody stole them from 'em.

I just sign the overtime.
This shit's for you to figure out.

-Well, who called this in?
-Oh, now that's where it gets funny.

Jessica Jones.

[Misty] I heard about her.
Thought she'd be bigger.

[Strieber] Says she
was following a client.

-I bet this scared the shit out of her.
-Rumor is, she ain't scared of much.

Well, she ain't met you.

[chuckles]

[Jessica sighs] You gotta be kidding me.

[FBI agent] So the guy
who rented this room--

I already told you, I didn't see him.
He was gone before I got here.

Now I have been here four hours.

Can I go now, dipshit?

You're done when we're done.

-[sighs]
-You got a mouth.

You noticed.

Ms. Jones, you can go for now.

Stupid son of a bitch.

Can you believe this chick?

Did she just take...

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

[Colleen] Looks like we're good.

I don't see any damage.

And thank God. No one told me
I'd need earthquake insurance in New York.

Danny?

Danny...

-Hey.
-Hey.

Everything okay out there?
[grunts softly]

They're saying the epicenter
was in Hell's Kitchen. [sighs]

[Danny] Hmm.

I'm glad you're meditating.
You need a break.

[scoffs] It's not a break.
I'm refocusing.

If I ever come across that warrior again,
I'll be prepared.

Yeah. Okay, look.

I've been thinking about the man
who died in the sewer.

He called you Iron Fist.
He knew something.

He wasn't just a victim. I...

-I think he's our next lead.
-[sighs]

Well, he died fighting the Hand, right?

-That must be a sign.
-Of what?

That we have allies.

We're not alone in this.

No.

This is my responsibility.
It's my fight.

Yeah. You keep saying that,
but whoever he was, he was trained.

And he was also willing to die.

He might not have died
if I hadn't left my post in K'un-Lun.

-I know that you are angry--
-This isn't about anger.

It's about fault.

All I'm saying is you're not
the only person the Hand has ever hurt.

It was his fight, too.

And mine.

You're not alone in this.

So what?

We just go and find a team to join?

An army?

He sent us back to New York.
Maybe there are people here.

It's a shot in the dark,
but I think it's one worth taking.

Okay.

So I guess you have a plan?

As a matter of fact...

His weapon,
the sword he fought with...

It wasn't a standard katana.
It was a Tsukamoto.

There are maybe ten of these in the world.

There is a workshop here in New York.
One of the world's best.

If the guy who died in Cambodia
ever had business here,

maybe it was at that workshop.

And what if he didn't?

Then we keep looking.

What if it's a trap?

Then we fight our way out of it.

-Danny, what?
-[sighs]

You and I, we...

We haven't had the greatest luck
trusting other people.

Yeah...

but do you trust me?

Of course.

[breathing heavily]

[continues breathing heavily]

[grunts]

God damn it. God damn it.

[lock clattering]

[key clatters]

[automated voice] Foggy. Foggy.

-Foggy. Fog--
-[cell phone beeps]

Hey, Foggy.

Just keep it clean.

[indistinct chatter]

[grunts]

[Luke sighs]

Not a lot of people have insurance here.

Yeah? At least nobody died.

-Thanks to you.
-[scoffs]

[Claire sighs]

You know, most people
get out of jail and they, uh...

pop a beer.

[Luke sighs] Maybe I will go get a drink.

I was thinking about going
by Elmore's tonight.

-Elmore's?
-Yeah, the bar on Douglass.

Oh, I know it.

Has a reputation
for a certain kind of crowd.

That's kinda what I was hoping.

Are you hunting criminals?

'Cause I thought you said you were
gonna take it easy on that for a while.

[sighs] Look, someone's hiring young men
in Harlem to do their dirty work.

Misty said the NYPD doesn't know
what these young men are doing,

but the body count's growing, so...

Okay.

Is the NYPD gonna pay you
for doing their job?

No. [stammers]
But this... [sighs]

This one kid,
he's too afraid to ask for help.

[sighs] I gotta step in
before anyone else gets hurt.

-It's... it's what Pop would've wanted.
-I know.

It's like you said,

if we don't take responsibility
for our neighborhood, no one else will.

If you're gonna rattle heads for answers,

you should know
no one goes to Elmore's anymore.

I've stitched up enough knife wounds
at the shelter to know

if you're looking
for the current criminal hotspot,

the place to go is on 188th Street.

Rathole called
Trouble and a Pair of Dice.

[playing classical music]

[sighs]

I'm told your donation to the Philharmonic
should just about cover the remodeling.

A small price to pay
in the larger scheme of things.

You know, with the kind of support
you've provided,

we would love to host you
at our next gala.

I've always preferred
a more intimate setting.

Of course.

The piece you've requested
is a curious one.

Brahms didn't often write in C minor.

Matter of fact,
that was Beethoven's key of choice.

But here, Beethoven's influence
is quite pronounced.

It's not influence.
It was a direct response.

All Brahms wanted was to prove
that he could do it, too.

[chuckles] He was petty like that.

[chuckles]

Your insight on music history,
it never ceases to amaze me.

Oh, it's nothing.
It's just stuff I picked up along the way.

If you'll excuse me.

Of course.

-There's been a complication.
-What kind?

There's a wall blocking our access.
It is full of inscriptions.

Familiar phrases about K'un-Lun.

-Tear it down.
-We've tried. Nothing works.

We've never encountered a wall before.

They knew we'd get here... eventually.

Perhaps we should rethink our plan.

That's always been
the difference between us.

You are quick to rethink.
I'm a bit more stubborn.

If they wanted to take
this one from us forever,

they would've destroyed it,
not protected it.

-Which means it's not a wall.
-I've seen it.

It's a door.

It's meant to be opened.

By what?

[sighs]

The conviction of the elders of K'un-Lun
was always unwavering.

They think it's a virtue.

But in the end, all it ever did
was make them predictable.

They've locked it away.

But a lock is not a lock without a key.

And from the beginning,
they have valued one thing above all else.

[muttering indistinctly]

Okay.

What?

[sighs]

You've gotta be kidding me.

[sighs] You've got to be kidding me.

-Hi. I'm confused.
-[sighs] Okay?

I'm looking into this company,

but they've been transferring assets
from one corporation to the next.

Like, they're changing their name,
shell company stuff.

Yet, I have no idea
what it is they actually do.

Oh, so what do you need from me?

[sighs] The oldest record dates back
to 1820,

but as crazy as this sounds,
I need to go back further than that.

Oh, well, you... you wanna go
to the historical branch uptown.

And you'll need an appointment.

Okay, thanks.

[Hogarth] Actually, you don't.

Jessica, we need to talk.

Hogarth.

[rock music playing]

[Foggy] Been a long time, Josie.

I can't tell you
how much I miss this place.

Oh, so Mr. Uptown misses
our humble establishment.

[chuckles]

-[Matt sighs]
-How's work?

I heard about that settlement.

-Eleven million.
-Yeah.

-You sure you want to stay pro bono?
-[chuckles]

I'm just happy I could help.

-Thanks, Josie.
-Hmm.

How about you? How's things?

Good. Big office.

Far from what we dreamed
about doing when we were kids,

but at least I get to see Marci a lot.

-After hours.
-That's great, Foggy.

Naked, I mean.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

Hey, thanks for reaching out.
It's, uh... been a while, huh?

That it has.

I talked to Karen.
She said you guys grabbed coffee.

I don't mean to pry,
but where you guys at?

Relationship status?

-We are "figuring ourselves out."
-Good.

After you told her your little secret,

lucky she didn't freak out
and have us both disbarred.

-We can trust her.
-I know.

You can trust me, too.

How you doing after last night?

Uh, yeah, good.
It was, uh, crazy.

That's not what I'm talking about.

You don't have to say it.
Your knuckles speak volumes.

[clicks tongue]

That why you called?
To see if I'd done anything stupid?

Nobody's saying it's stupid.
I know you're trying.

Earth shook, Foggy.
The cops weren't coming.

Matt, stop!

Whatever you're going through,
I'm not gonna judge.

But I do think I can help you through it.

I came to offer you something.

These are case files.
Stuff I'm too busy to handle right now.

Ranging from petty bullshit
to life-changingly important.

-Come on, I don't need your charity.
-This isn't that. It's outsourcing.

Most importantly, it's the type of stuff
you're doing anyway.

Malpractice. Workmen's comp.
Good people who need justice.

If you take these,
it'll keep you up-to-your-eyeballs busy.

And the next time you're on the fence
about stepping out at night...

you'll be too busy
being another kind of hero.

It's not a solution.
Not long-term.

But right now...

it's the best I got.

What if it doesn't work?

[chuckles softly] Then we tried anyway.

All right. Thanks, man.

-[Jessica] What are you doing here?
-[Hogarth] Talking to you.

In a city of nine million people,
we just happen to bump into each other?

Are you having me followed?

[sighs] I can't believe this.

-You haven't returned my calls.
-I haven't returned anybody's calls.

I couldn't help but take it personally.

-Maybe you should.
-[chuckles]

I'm here to ask you to be careful.

-Be careful why?
-FBI, Homeland Security.

Whatever it is you stumbled
onto last night, it's big.

I didn't stumble onto anything.
I took a case on purpose.

-Oh, I... I heard you'd put that off.
-You heard wrong.

Listen, I... I know you well enough,
so I'm going to say this very simply.

-Walk away.
-[scoffs]

Whatever this is, let the feds handle it.

After your rather explosive discovery
last night,

your client's husband has been placed
on a federal watch list.

It's now a matter of national security.

Which means hundreds
of law enforcement officers.

All hands on deck.
Every ego on display.

All it takes is one overzealous agent
who wants to save the world,

and this man, John Raymond,

and anyone suspected of aiding him
will be shot on sight.

There is nothing in this guy's profile
that suggests he's a terrorist.

They just found enough C-4
in that motel room to level a city block.

What do you think it looks like?

The government is not going to rest
until they've got him.

I just... I don't wanna see you
caught in the cross fire.

Is this about protecting me
or protecting you?

[smacks lips] Take the day off.
Have a drink or five. You've earned it.

They wouldn't have found those explosives
if it weren't for you.

You actually saved lives today.

Well, save yourself some time, Hogarth.
Stop worrying about me.

[Hogarth sighs]

-[laughter]
-[indistinct chatter]

[Turk] This only looks like plastic,
but I'm telling you it's solid gold.

Earthquake has everyone going crazy.

Nobody's paying attention
to the little things,

like what is or isn't in their wallets.

-[sighs] Welcome back, big man.
-We need to talk.

[gasps and pants]

-This is how you talk?
-I want answers, Turk.

How I get 'em is up to you.

Cage, what part of this shit
looks like it's up to me?

Mariah and Shades...
I need to know what they're up to.

Far as I know, nothing.
They ghosted right after you left.

If they got their hands in anything,
it ain't stuff I've seen.

Then who's recruiting kids out of Harlem
and getting them killed?

Kids? Man, do I look like the PTA?

Late-night work. Pays well, ends bad.
No one seems to know what they're doing.

Look, I'd love to help,
but I don't know shit.

I think you do.

[sputters] Okay! I heard about it!

But ain't nobody come asking me, okay?
I'm too old-school for this anyway.

What are they doing?
And who are they doing it for?

Some new guy. Can't miss him.

I don't know his name.

Everyone just calls him White Hat
on account of his unique fashion sense.

Real deal African brother, too, man.
White suit, Panama hat, alligator shoes.

-Where can I find him?
-I've only seen him a couple times.

Try around 151st and Amsterdam.

If this isn't the truth, I'll be back.

And you won't like me then.

I don't like you now.

[bell ringing]

Hello?

[chuckles]

Is it weird that I wanna live here?

Danny.

Danny, this is a Tsukamoto.

Huh.

Just like the one you showed me.

Yeah.

But you don't sharpen these.

Unless you plan on using them.

Danny...

[woman shouting in distance]

[clamoring in distance]

[Colleen] Oh, my God.

[Danny] It hasn't been long.

[clamoring continues]

He's still warm.

[Colleen breathes heavily]

Hey.

Someone was dragged out of here.

This must have been the Hand.

[man groaning in distance]

-[clamoring continues]
-Then who are these people?

I don't know.

-Danny?
-[breathing heavily]

[Colleen] What is it?

[Danny] It's K'un-Lun.

[line ringing]

-Misty, it's Luke.
-Hey.

I think I found something.

You should get a warrant
and get down here.

-Am I making arrests?
-Think so. It's about those kids.

I may have found a lead.

Luke? Where are you?
I need an address.

-Never mind.
-What?

-I gotta take care of someone first.
-No. Luke--

Push my calls ten minutes.
Franklin, I need a word.

See you later. [sighs]

How's your case load?
I need you to keep an eye on something.

-Happy to.
-But it's gotta be off the record.

Okay.

Someone who used to work here,
[stammers] a freelancer...

She has a tendency to go rogue.
Her name is Jessica Jones.

Now you and I never had this conversation,

but the second
she gets herself into trouble,

priority one is keeping that trouble
very far away from us.

Okay.

So... Sorry, uh, just to be clear...

this is all just in case?
She's not in trouble now?

I wish. With Jessica,
it's just a matter of time.

[cell phone ringing]

[Jessica] Hey.

[Trish] Jess, where have you been?

-Sorry, I had a long day.
-Me, too.

Something weird's going on at the studio.

Weird how?

This tremor stuff, I think...

I think they want me
to sweep it under the rug.

Trish, I gotta call you back.

[sighs] Malcolm, what did I tell you
about coming in my apartment?

I told you to stop following me.

[Danny] It doesn't make sense.

[stammers]

Why do these people
have a picture of K'un-Lun?

And what else did they know?

-[van door slams]
-Someone's coming.

[man] You guys start over there.

[whispers] What are they doing?

[Colleen whispers] I don't know.

But they're not gonna get away with this.

[Jessica] Your wife came to me.

She was worried.

-I told you to stay away.
-Mr. Raymond, trust me.

Right now, I wish I'd listened.

Are you working with them?

With who?

You know who I'm talking about.

I work alone.

[breathing heavily] Always has.

[stammers] Look, like I said,
I'm barely on the payroll.

Okay, whatever you think is going on...

whatever you think is happening here--

I know damn well what is happening here.
I know too much.

[breathing heavily]
And next, they'll come after my family.

Who's they?
Who do you think is after you?

I can't tell you. I...

This... this is not me.
I'm a good man.

Make sure you tell her that.

Okay, with any luck,
you're gonna tell her that yourself.

Now your family is worried.
They just wanted to know what happened.

And the cops...

They just wanna know
why you started stockpiling explosives.

What?

There's nowhere to go.

They'll find me.
They'll... they'll hurt me.

To be honest, if you hurt my friend,
I'm gonna hurt you worse.

I was just trying to stop them.

-They're gonna take down the city.
-Who?

I can't help you if you won't tell me who.

[sighs] I should never have come here.

Oh, my God. It's too late.

[choking] You can't have this.

[Jessica gasps]

[both grunting]

[panting] You okay?

[Misty] Hold it right there.

-[sighs] Shit.
-Turn around.

Get your hands up!

-[sighs]
-Now!

Hey there, assholes.

[all grunting]

-[Danny grunting]
-[man groaning]

[muffled scream]

-[grunting] You with the Hand?
-[muffled] No!

-What are you doing in there?
-I don't know! I'm just a cleanup!

-Cleanup for them?
-I don't know who they are!

Don't lie to me!

[muffled grunting]

-Who are you?
-Who are you?

[groaning]

-You all right?
-[panting] What are you doing?

In between gigs, huh?

Hey!

-You back for more?
-[panting] Oh...

we've not even started.

[grunting]

What are you made of?

Just remember, you started this.

[grunting]

[groans]

Stay down.

[grunts]

-[Cole grunts]
-[Luke yells]

[both grunting]

[grunts]

[groans]

[panting, grunts]

[sirens blaring]

[cop] Freeze!

Danny! We have to go!

[cop] Get on your knees, now!

On your knees! Hands in the air!

[Alexandra] Everyone else
on your side is dead.

You know who I am,
I know who you are,

so let's skip the wartime banter.

Time is not something
I can afford to waste.

Not for your benefit but for mine,
I'm taking the blinds off.

Try not to bite, old friend.

It's undignified.

Alexandra.

[chuckles] Stick.

We have so much to talk about.

[Jessica sighs]

-Are these necessary?
-Standard protocol. Nothing personal.

John Raymond, the body we found
in your office slash apartment.

Malcolm Ducasse, your friend
being interrogated down the hall.

And Jessica...

-Look, I don't know what--
-...Jones.

Really?

You have been a huge pain in my ass
all day, you know that?

-Am I being charged with something?
-Not yet.

But you might have interrupted
a city-wide investigation.

-You stole evidence from my crime scene.
-I don't know what you're talking about.

And you got my one lead killed.

-I was trying to help him.
-But you didn't.

-His family was worried.
-Yeah?

Well, now all they have to worry about
are funeral arrangements.

Your office is currently a crime scene,
but I need your cooperation.

-[sighs] Am I a suspect?
-Criminal mischief...

tampering with evidence,
petty larceny--

-Am I a murder suspect?
-No. But I think you know who killed him.

-Yeah. He shot himself.
-Then who were you chasing?

[sighs]

Officer, unless you have
a reason to hold me--

Don't give me that "officer" bullshit.
What did you see?

[sighs] Look, I know that you think
you're just doing your job,

but I'm telling you,
this case isn't normal.

You are walking into some weird-ass shit.

Jessica Jones, stop talking.

Hi, this is over.

Who the hell are you?

My name is Matthew Murdock.
I'm your attorney.

[dramatic music playing]