All language subtitles for Daredevil.Born.Again.S01E04.1080p.x265-ELiTE.srt - eng(2)

[Fisk] Thank you, New York.

It's humbling to be speaking to you
as mayor of this fair city.

The city is in shambles.

A feeling of uneasiness...

- [both grunting]
- ...as if at any moment,

things could explode.

[train screeching]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

NYPD. Do not move.

[Fisk] Remember I told you
that I'd get things done?

Well, here I am getting them done.

[Cherry] An NYPD cop is dead.

And anytime that happens,
a big machine gets turned on

to try to figure out what went wrong.
And to punish whoever killed the cop.

[all grunting]

- [bones cracking]
- [officer screams in pain]

[Matt] Do some digging on Hector.
Something doesn't track.

Mr. Ayala, yes or no. Are you
the vigilante known as the White Tiger?

- [gasping]
- [Hochberg] Objection, Your Honor!

- [Judge Cooper] Order!
- [gavel bangs]

[Fisk] These vigilantes,
they are not heroes.

In the matter of
the People v. Hector Ayala,

the jury finds the defendant not guilty.

- [scattered gasps]
- [indistinct chatter]

[♪ dramatic music builds]

- [gun fires]
- [bullet casing clatters]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[keys jangling]

[objects clattering]

[amulet jangling]

- [man] Sorry about your client, Murdock.
- [Matt] Yeah, me too.

So, 9 millimeter to the temple.

Execution style.
No room for error. What else?

[coroner] The right side
marginal abrasion.

External bevel on the entrance wound.
Exit wound has skin tears

- and raised skull fragments.
- Projectile?

Not recovered. High velocity, jacketed.
Maybe even custom.

Single kill shot at extreme close range
and no one found the casing?

Hey. If it's not on the body,
it's not my problem.

[door opens]

- [footsteps approaching]
- [sniffling]

[coroner]
How did you get in here?

- I want to see my uncle, Hector Ayala.
- [coroner sighs]

- You're not supposed to be here.
- [Matt] It's okay, Angela,

- he's right.
- You got him out of jail.

Lotta good that did him, huh?

I wanna see my tío.
I-- I wanna see what they did to him.

You don't, trust me. [breathes deeply]

It's best you remember Hector
the way he was.

Come on. Let's go.

They killed him, didn't they?

- The police.
- [Matt sighs]

We... We don't know.
We don't know that, Angela.

[voice shaking] Come on. You're a lawyer.

You ain't dumb.
He got in the middle of something.

Busted up a fight with his mask off.

Asshole cops were dirty.
You got him out of jail.

They put a bullet through his head.

[breath trembles]

You don't gotta be good at math
to put one and one together, you know?

I know.

- I'm sorry.
- I hate them, Mr. Murdock.

I hate this city.
No one's doing anything about it

and no one's ever gonna do
anything about it,

'cause he was just Hector from the Heights
and they're the fucking cops.

[crying softly]

[sobbing]

It's not fair. [sniffling] It's not fair.

[Matt] I know, I know. It's okay.

It's okay. Look, here, listen.
Listen to me.

You have to believe that someone
will find his killer. Okay?

- We have to believe it. You understand?
- [sniffling]

[Matt sighs]

[softly] Come here.

[horns honking]

[sirens blaring]

[train rattling]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

- [exhales softly]
- [train rattling]

[♪ suspenseful music continues]

[♪ theme music playing]

[♪ Primaal "Drop da style" playing]

[indistinct chatter]

- [people cheering]
- Oh, shit!

Here you go.

- Thank you.
- Yep.

- Hey!
- [man] Hey!

[all laughing, cheering]

[BB] Shots!

I can't, BB. I think I gotta take off.

No, come on! Dude, Fisk is riding you
way too hard. This whole in by eight--

Seven, actually. So, I gotta go.

Hey, see, this is exactly
what I'm talking about.

Any normal job,
we would take a few more shots,

hit up that spot on 23rd,
sleep on the train,

take a shower, go to work
and do it all over again.

What kind of normal routine is that?
Absolutely not.

Dude, and working for Fisk is?

What can I say? I love the guy.

Oh, God!

No, seriously. Like this afternoon,

we're supposed to meet
with the CleanGreen Haulers.

It's this new tech company with this
dope recycling idea, you know?

- [♪ dance music playing]
- Oh, recycling. That could be cool.

It's awesome.
It would actually decrease garbage output.

Okay, but isn't the problem--

I know you're gonna say
union contracts, but no.

We're gonna start with the ports.
Dual jurisdiction. It's genius.

If we're not gonna keep drinking,
can we at least get some food?

- Absolutely. Yeah. Okay.
- No. I gotta go.

- Come on. We're going.
- Come on.

- I...
- [woman laughs]

[sighs]

[crowd cheering]

[♪ dance music continues]

I am starving.

Ooh, I can go
for some corn cakes right now.

- No, no.
- No, just a quick bite.

I can't, stop making me feel guilty.

- [sighs] Okay. Fine.
- [woman giggling]

Let's get Captain Planet here a cab.

[BB whistles]

[♪ upbeat qawwali
playing over stereo]

Staten Island Ferry.

- [BB] Okay. Bye, grandpa.
- [driver] Got it.

[siren blaring]

[man] No, I didn't do this, man.

[indistinct chatter]

[car door opens]

You want butter toffee
or caramel with peanuts?

Butter toffee.

- Toffee for the man.
- Man, you can't eat that.

Hey, Wilcox. Are these boxes evidence?

Nah. Them other boxes was evidence,
I paid for this shit.

- Hey, seriously. Nothin' for fatty.
- Okay, get your ass up. Let's go.

- Man, get-- I got it, man. Shit.
- Come on.

- Ready? Let's go.
- [man] All right. All right. All right.

- [police over radio] All units...
- [door closes]

[siren blaring]

[female automated voice]
Incoming call from Kirsten.

- [cell phone vibrating]
- Incoming call from Kir--

[cell phone beeps]

- Hey.
- [Kirsten] Hey. Hi, how are you?

I heard Hector's niece came to the morgue.

[Matt] Yeah, it was pretty rough.

- [Kirsten] Did she...
- No. God, no. No kid should see that.

Okay, look, this is terrible timing,

- but I need you downtown today.
- [Matt] Understand.

[inhales deeply] Yeah.

- We'll, uh, post for another associate.
- No. The revolver is too low.

Well, I'm working on that, too. Already
set meetings with a bunch of banks.

Say what you want
about big firms,

but you never have to worry
about money problems.

But you're gonna like this one.
It's Leroy Bradford from the city docket.

I'm underwater on this Madison case
and we owe them a freebie this month.

Can you just meet him down in Detention?

- [Matt] You had me at freebie.
- [chuckles] Thank you.

[♪ tense music playing]

[cell phone thuds]

[indistinct chatter]

[lighter clicks]

[Heather] I thought
we might spend some time

on something we need
to get out into the open.

Until we explore this,
we can't really make any progress.

- Adam...
- I'd rather not.

I understand. [inhales deeply]

But I would urge you
to sit in the discomfort,

and maybe just for a moment,
we can acknowledge the affair.

That's stupid. A ridiculous term.

Not a dinner party. It was betrayal.

[Vanessa scoffs]

You were gone. I didn't know
when or if you were ever coming back.

You knew. You know me,
you knew I wouldn't stay away.

You left. That was a betrayal.

- [Fisk] You know why--
- Let's let Vanessa speak for a moment.

Tell me about Adam.

- You're asking for details?
- [Heather] No.

I'm curious about you.

What you were feeling. Why him?

[Vanessa sighs]

It was his hands.

His hands drew...

- beautiful sketches. I mean, just--
- Can we not?

It was like finding a Klee
at a garage sale. It was just...

[sighs]

[clicks tongue] He wasn't part
of my husband's world.

And what world is that? Politics?

[both] Business.

I see.

Has infidelity been a part
of your marriage before this?

- Absolutely not. Never.
- [Vanessa scoffs]

You left.

Which felt like taking half of me away.

[♪ tense music playing]

Did that trigger something
for you, Vanessa?

My father...

he was in textiles.

[♪ melancholy music playing]

He would leave for weeks at a time.

He drank.

He, uh, gambled.

His behavior ate at my mother.

Crushed her.

I never respected her for that.

[breath trembles]

I needed to feel alive. Not crushed down.

When you left, you hurt me.

You never told me.

I never had a reason to.

I assume you wanna move forward from this.

- Did you end the affair?
- I never had the opportunity.

Why not? Did something happen?

Wilson, did you confront this man?

Yes.

We had a dialogue.

[♪ tense music playing]

[Heather] What kind of dialogue?

A clarifying one.

- Would you like to be more specific?
- No.

[Vanessa] Oh...
So that's what we're doing here.

This is just window dressing.

I know you,
your methods are much more direct.

No. They were, not now.
It was a conversation.

That's all.
There was no expression of ill intent.

I did tell him how I felt about you.

About our marriage.

And I told him...

[voice trembling]
...that I couldn't fathom

a life of meaning without her.

[♪ somber music playing]

- [Fisk sighs]
- And where is Adam now?

[both] I don't know.

I wanna go back to the first question
I asked you during our intake.

"Are we here to dissolve a marriage
or preserve one?"

I want you to think about it.

Really think about it
before I see you again.

Without forgiveness,
and I say this to both of you,

there can be no real healing.

Forgiveness isn't just
the highest act of love,

it is the only way forward.

Good work today.

[Heather clears throat]

If you two don't mind, I'd love to speak
to Vanessa alone for a moment please.

Just the two of us.

Is something wrong, Dr. Glenn?

I'm not sure.

Based on the nature of our discussion
today, I feel obligated to ask...

Do you feel safe in your marriage?

Oh... You think...

[♪ tense music playing]

How sweet of you.

[chuckles softly]

My husband is capable of many,
many things, some of them extreme.

Harming me is not one of them.

[door opens]

[pigeon coos]

[indistinct chatter]

[car honking]

[man] Mayor Fisk. He might be a nice guy,
but I think he's in over his head.

Vigilantes, love 'em.
Should've had that a long time ago.

They're the only people
that can solve the problem in New York.

I wish I could be a vigilante,
I'd be out there, too.

[indistinct conversations]

Leroy Bradford? Is there a Leroy Bradford?

Man, look at this.
I get the freakin' blind dude.

[men laugh]

- Let's go.
- [Leroy scoffs]

Bring on the blind justice.

[door squeaks, closes]

[door buzzing]

Mr. Bradford, my name is Matthew Murdock,
I'm gonna be your lawyer.

[Leroy] Lucky me.

As I understand it, you've been charged
with petty larceny, a class A misdemeanor.

The complaint against you alleges
you stole approximately five boxes

- of Fiddle Faddle from a bodega.
- Well, I didn't do it.

- Uh... Okay.
- I said, I didn't do that shit!

I understand. The thing is,
the bodega where this allegedly occurred

has a surveillance system,
involving many cameras.

They've already turned over
to the prosecution footage

which they claim shows you
stealing the items.

In addition, the cashier
is willing to testify

she was an eyewitness to the whole thing,

and the store security guard
will testify that when he detained you,

you were in possession of multiple boxes
of Fiddle Faddle caramel corn.

Uh, finally, the police will corroborate

that several boxes of the caramel corn
were recovered outside of the store.

Look, I paid for that shit last week.

Unfortunately, it doesn't really
work like that, Mr. Bradford.

Generally, you pay
for what you buy that day.

Then they all lying on me, then.

You hear me?

Um...

Also, I saw them cops
eatin' two boxes of that shit.

Now that I'm entirely willing to believe.

Then how come they don't arrest
themselves for stealing?

Maybe they should have.

Uh, but the complexity of that aside,
we're here 'cause they arrested you.

[sighs]

Could it have been a Skrull?

[smacks lips] Nope.

And the bigger problem
we have is your rap sheet.

How come you guys
always gotta bring that up?

What I did back then ain't got
nothing to do with this.

That's true, but when a judge
sees a sheet like yours,

20, 25 pages of offenses, drugs,
trespassing, panhandling, petty larceny,

not to mention the four separate cases
where you failed to appear in court,

and they had to issue a bench warrant.

I gotta get home, man.

Like I said, I ain't going to jail.

If you decide to fight the case,
with the video evidence,

your rap sheet, history of bench warrants,

the judge will almost certainly set bail.
Which means unless you can pay the bail--

I look like I got money to you?

You're gonna sit in jail
until this whole thing is over.

So what're you trying to tell me to do?

- Cop out? You a cop out lawyer?
- If you take a plea--

No. No!

Look, man, you even think
about telling me to cop out--

You better go out there
and get me my probation.

I'm gonna really try here, Leroy.

Let me be clear,
probation is not gonna be on the table.

Then I ain't takin' it.

Last time you got arrested for stealing,

- you got a 30-day sentence.
- Mmm-hmm.

Which means the DA's office
is almost certainly

gonna offer something
in excess of 30 days.

- Is 30 the same as probation?
- Nope, on 30 you do 20.

- Then I ain't takin' it!
- In which case we're gonna have to talk--

Look, I don't wanna hear no more shit
about "in which case"!

This is my case, and I'm goin' home on it.

- You hear me, blind man?
- Loud and clear.

Then go out there and do your job
and get me some probation.

[breathes deeply]

- Yeah, let me, uh, see what I can do.
- See? [laughs]

See, that's funny,
'cause you can't see shit!

[chuckles]

[Leroy laughs]

I'm not gonna do this...
[continues indistinctly]

- [Matt] Sorry.
- What you got, Murdock?

Morning, Sofija.
I'm sure you look lovely today.

- Uh, 8357, Bradford.
- [indistinct chatter]

Oh... Yeah.

Stole some caramel corn
from the bodega.

Yep, that's the guy.

Looks like we went 30 days on this
the last time, so how about we go 35?

So, the guy's looking for probation.

- And I'm looking for Mr. Right.
- [chuckles]

- You're not him by any chance, are you?
- Maybe for probation.

Or how about you remind your client
that the whole point of deterrents...

A totally discredited penal philosophy,
by the way, but okay.

...is that sentences go up, and not down,
when you continue to commit crimes.

Also, deterrence works.

- His rap sheet would suggest otherwise.
- Maybe we haven't been harsh enough.

Or maybe the whole idea
relies on the theory that

people are actually thinking about
the consequences of their actions,

which I can assure you,

having spent a full five minutes
with Mr. Bradford, he was not.

Can I go five days community service
on the trespass?

Sure. Well, uh,
if... if you don't like deterrents,

how about incapacitation? Let's just
keep him off the streets for 35 days.

Come on, Sofija,
you really wanna prove a point

over some stolen caramel corn
on Latvian Heritage Day?

How'd you know I was Latvian?

Pretty sure you snuck a piece
of honey cake for breakfast.

- Wow.
- [Matt] It's a blind thing.

- [Sofija] Mmm.
- You know, heightened senses and all.

Mmm. I can imagine wanting to know
a little bit more about that.

[chuckles] Plus, with a name like Ozola...

Well, [clears throat]
given your cultural sensitivity

and your very impressive nose,

I'll give your guy 20 days.

Mmm...

He's really stuck on probation.

Did you remind him that the last time

that he actually got probation,
which was by the way,

- 11 cases ago by my count...
- Yeah.

It only took him two months before his PO
violated him for failure to report?

What can I say?
The guy has strong preferences.

Yeah, well, so do I.

So, how about this 20 days?

On which he does 15, minus today.
You're really saying

from a philosophical point of view,

- two weeks as opposed to probation?
- [laughs]

Only you, Murdock. Arguing philosophy
in criminal court arraignments.

You started it. And while we're on it,
isn't it worth pointing out

that the name of the crime we're dealing
with here is "petty larceny"?

From the French, petit. Meaning...

All right, one time only,
last and final offer.

- Mr. Bradford can have ten days.
- Yes!

Thank you.

- See, I knew you believed in redemption.
- Oh, I don't. I don't.

- But I do hope he appreciates you.
- [Matt] Thank you.

[indistinct conversations]

[man] What? No.

What?

Who?

No, no, that guy's an idiot. No, no,
just you. Just you there at six o'clock.

Officer Powell?
I thought I recognized that voice.

Shit, I gotta go.

Counselor Murdock. Funny how we keep

- finding each other like this.
- Yeah. Isn't it?

You, uh, doing the Lord's work today?

Yeah.

Hey, you couldn't have
a weak link out there, could you?

- What?
- Or, I don't know, maybe it was pride.

Ayala made you look bad, didn't he?

[chuckling] Actually,
he flat out embarrassed you,

and you can't have that at the NYPD.
Is that why you did it?

[♪ tense music playing]

[clears throat] You have yourself
a nice day, Counselor.

He had a family.

He had a future.
And you took that away from him.

[Powell breathes deeply]

You can't see this badge, Counselor,
'cause you're fuckin' blind,

but my grandfather wore this badge,

my father wore this badge,
my brother wears this badge,

four of my fuckin' cousins
wear this badge,

they're all knuckleheads,
but they're good cops.

So I wear this fucking badge
with honor, Counselor.

[heart thumping]

And I don't know nothin' about nothin'
to do with what happened to Hector Ayala.

[heart thumping rhythmically]

But here's somethin' that I know.

An attorney who assaults
a police officer? [scoffs]

Who obstructs an active investigation?

Not somethin' that
the Bar Association's gonna take lightly

- if you catch my meaning.
- [chuckles] Mmm.

Not to mention some of my more
excitable colleagues

- on the force.
- Ah, yeah.

Only... you'd have to bring a few more
than the last time we met, wouldn't you?

All right. I'll be seein' you, Counselor.

[♪ tense music playing]

[water splashing]

- [seagulls squawking]
- [Fisk] New York City.

The greatest city on Earth.

The heart of finance, publishing.

International diplomacy.

But I think we've lost something
along the way.

Industry.

The pride of the working class.

If I say Red Hook,
what words come to mind?

- Graves.
- Decrepit.

I mean, it's dirty, too.

Yes. This port is a black eye
on the face of this city.

[foghorn blares]

Has been for a while.

I think we can do better.

I'm talkin' about a complete
structural overhaul.

- That's not an option.
- A total transformation.

I told the people of this city I was gonna
come out of the gate strong,

that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

Hell yeah, sir.

Daniel, I want you
to organize a press conference.

I wanna get this message out immediately.

With all due respect,

you can't just decide something
and then speak it into existence.

[Fisk] And why is that, Sheila?

This is city government.
There are processes.

Yes, processes.

I don't have much use for red tape.

I know you're used
to a different approach,

but that's not how
it works in this office.

These things take time, patience.

[Fisk] What's your opinion, Daniel?

[Sheila] Opinions are above his pay grade.

Besides, there was another mob shooting
yesterday not 50 feet from here.

The third one this month.
The violence makes people uneasy.

This is an ambitious goal.
It's a worthy goal,

I'm not saying we shouldn't do it,
I'm just saying we need to start smaller.

That could be our next campaign slogan.

[sighs]

I hear you saying
that my plan is improbable,

but not impossible.

You're giving me problems.

I want solutions.

Where do we start?

[sighs] I suppose we would need
to conduct a feasibility study.

Land surveys,
building permits, zoning laws.

Environmental impact. Um, traffic issues.

The council will want to know
that this project is viable.

Yes, let's commission that study.

We can't do that
without the council's approval.

- Then get the council to--
- No.

[smacks lips] And we can't get
their approval until we ask

the public advocate
to put it on the docket.

- That's the first step?
- Yes, sir.

Let's take that step.

Yes, sir.

In the meantime, sir,
we do have a full day in front of us.

[Fisk] Full days, I like. I'm all yours.

[Fisk chuckles softly]

- Uh, thank you, Mr. Mayor.
- [Fisk] Yes.

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

I... I was basically gonna say
everything that you did, so...

[Buck sighs] She's right about one thing.

Now what's happening down here
is a bigger problem than you realize.

The other bosses will continue
to create havoc

until one of them is sentenced
or they all die.

[♪ ominous music playing]

- [door opens]
- [Matt exhales]

- [Matt] Great news. [clears throat]
- You got me that probation.

Nope. I got you ten days,
on which you do seven, minus today,

you get the weekend bounce back
and you are out on Friday.

- How is that great news?
- [Matt] Come on, Leroy,

the least you've gotten
in your last ten cases is 20 days.

Anything below 30 is a gift,
ten is a miracle.

Look, I said probation,
and I meant probation!

You took the stuff, Leroy.

There is no probation to be had here.
This is the best deal you're gonna get,

so you tell me, how is this not
a "Good job, counselor" situation?

So, you just wanna shove my ass into jail
and I'm supposed to thank you?

You just don't get it, do you?

This shit never ends!

I've been jerked around
by the system my whole life.

Last time I got 30 days,
know what happened?

I missed my SSI appointment
and they cut my benefits.

Bad enough trying to live off food stamps,
but when they cut it,

man, it takes forever
to get that shit back regular.

[♪ somber choral music playing]

Then you gotta start eating throw away
crap from supermarket dumpsters,

begging for change,

for food.

And yeah, just once,

I want a dessert.

Something that don't taste like crap.
Something that tastes real good.

So, why'd I get the caramel corn?

I like that shit, and it tastes good.

And for that, they're willing
to spend five times more

to lock me up than they are willing
to spend to feed me.

And you come in here
and tell me that that's a gift?

That I should thank you?

You're right.

[sighs]

[♪ somber music playing]

[breathes deeply]

It don't matter anyway. [sighs]

[choir teacher] A one, two, three and...

[children singing discordantly]
♪ We built this city ♪

♪ We built this city on rock and roll ♪

♪ Built this city ♪

- ♪ We built this city on rock and roll ♪
- ♪ And roll ♪

[cell phone vibrates]

♪ Marconi plays the mamba
Listen to the radio ♪

♪ Don't you remember? ♪

♪ We built this city... ♪

There's somethin' I need to show you.

♪ We built this city on rock... ♪

- Ma'am, you have to see this.
- Just spit it out, Daniel. What?

♪ We built this city
We built this city ♪

♪ We built this city... ♪

It was me. I totally screwed up.

- [Sheila] You did this?
- [Daniel] It was a mistake.

- I... I went out and I--
- You know what?

I don't wanna hear it.

Just call the schedulers and have them
pull the meeting off the calendar. Now.

- I'm sorry.
- I said "now," Daniel.

[singing continues]

[Daniel] Yes, ma'am. Got you.

♪ We built this city ♪

- How are we gonna fix that? I mean--
- There is no we.

I was here before you and before Fisk,

and I will be here long
after you're both gone.

I will handle it, understand?

You just keep your mouth shut.

♪ We built this city, we built this city ♪

♪ We built
We built this city ♪

♪ On rock and roll ♪

[applause]

Just wonderful.

Children have such talent.

Thank you, Mr. Mayor.
Now, for our next one--

No, no, no. No, that's... that's...
that's fine. Fine.

Such talent. And, again,

you were wonderful. And, uh...

as they say, "the city never sleeps."

[applause]

[horns honking]

Everything ready
for the CleanGreen Haulers meeting?

Actually, sir, we've had
to pull that off the calendar.

- There's a small wrinkle.
- What's that?

They're calling you a union buster,

so we've broomed the meeting
off the schedule.

We can do it quietly in a neutral place
sometime soon.

Somebody screwed up.

Leaks happen.

Not in my administration it doesn't.

[breathes deeply] I want
an all hands meeting. Now!

Where am I?

It's the Latvian Cultural Center.

It's on your calendar.
Latvian Heritage Day?

[Fisk] What do I care
about Latvian Heritage?

You care because
it is an important constituency.

- [Fisk sighs]
- You won by 16 points

which actually mattered in Queens.

[Fisk] I'm not in the mood.

Respectfully, Mr. Mayor, this is the job.

[host] Ladies and gentlemen,
and honored guests,

I present to you, the Mayor
of New York City, Wilson Fisk.

- [applause]
- [choir singing in Latvian]

[shouts] "Mayor Garbage?"
Is that it?

Is that your best?

You are all here to help me
execute my promises.

My promises to the people!
Simple promises!

I will find out
which one of you leaked this.

I will find out!

It was me, sir. I screwed up.

[whispers] Damn it.

[Daniel] I completely made a mistake.
This entire thing is my fault.

[Fisk breathes heavily]

Everybody out! Out!

You stay! Right here.

Sheila, I said out.

He's mine, sir.
Whatever he did, it's on me.

Okay, fine. Suit yourself.
You can go down with the ship.

I... I wanna apologize,
I didn't mean to do it.

I know that won't make it right.
I know that nothing can.

But I went out to a club
till 4:30, maybe even 5:00,

and I had a couple of...
Look, I had a lot to drink,

tequila and in the spirit
of total honesty,

- there was some ketamine.
- You should probably stop.

I was drunk and stupid and I didn't mean
to do it, but I did do it,

and I know that's unforgivable,
and I'm not even asking for forgiveness,

because... [scoffs]
I can't even forgive myself...

'cause... 'cause the thing is,
you're right.

I don't deserve this job. And I never did.

So, you're right to fire me or punish me
or do whatever you're gonna do.

And I just...
I wanna say that I'm eternally loyal

and forever grateful for the opportunity

and I'll spend the rest of my life
regretting how badly I screwed it up.

I... I believe in you.

You'll have my vote forever
and whatever happens to me,

I'll do whatever I can from afar

to support you and your mayorship.

[Fisk sighs]

Yeah, I'm... I'm not gonna fire you.

I'll pack my things right away, sir.

I said, I'm not gonna fire you.

Or you, Sheila.

I've been around a lot of,
let's just say...

I know how unreliable people can be.

[breathes deeply]

I've learned that loyalty and courage,

two qualities that are...

well...

not easily replicated.

Sir, I don't deserve to...

Um, Daniel, just shut up.

Are you trying to argue yourself
out of a job?

No.

I'm not.

I'm sorry, sir.

[♪ menacing music playing]

In the fullness of time,
you'll make a better man.

That said, if you ever do
anything like that again,

it will be the last thing
that you ever do.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Loud and clear.

It'll never happen again.

[indistinct chatter]

[woman] Take two.

[woman] Mayor Fisk, you never see him.

Every week it seems like
he's involved in a new scandal.

I mean,
look what just happened with the garbage.

And look at all the garbage
on the street, you know.

How can we trust a guy like that
who makes all of these promises

to actually have our back?

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[cane clacking]

- [Matt] Projectile?
- [coroner] Not recovered.

[Matt] 9 millimeter to the temple.
Execution style.

[gun fires]

Single kill shot at extreme close range
and no one found the casing?

[steam hissing]

[metal clanking]

[cap continues clanking]

[glass rattling]

[car honking distantly]

[glass continues rattling]

[glass shatters]

[♪ mysterious music playing]

[glass clinking]

[♪ mysterious music continues]

[sniffs]

[♪ ominous music playing]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[cane clacking]

[♪ suspenseful music continues]

[elevator whirring]

[elevator thuds]

- [elevator dings]
- [door rattles]

[cane clacks]

[electricity crackling]

[water trickling]

[door creaks]

Hello? [echoes]

[electricity crackling faintly]

Christ.

- I know you are in--
- [man yelling]

It's me! It's me! [grunts]

Frank! Frank! Frank!

- It's me. It's Matthew.
- [both panting]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

Goddamn it!

- What're you doing here?
- How you been? Good?

[Matt panting]

Peachy.

[Frank breathes heavily]

[pills rattling]

- What do you want?
- [Matt] A client of mine was shot, Frank.

Guess whose logo I found
on the bullet casing?

[♪ foreboding music playing]

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Bunch of bullshit fanboys, huh?

- [sighs]
- [Matt] Yeah, and a lot of them are cops.

- What does that got to do with me?
- Yeah.

Nothing to do with you, right. Silly me.

- Nice place you got here.
- Hmm. Appreciate that.

[whistles]

[Matt] Although, here's a thought.
You know you could use

all this to be of service.

[snorts, laughs]
Yeah. Be of service, huh?

Are you... are you of service, Red?

Did you serve?

You prance around the city
in a Halloween costume

beating the snot out of bad guys.

- Hey, thank you for your service!
- [water sloshing]

I mean you could help people,
you could save lives.

I... I did that.

I was down range, Red.

Look at what it got me.

Oh, I apologize. I didn't realize
you were a victim in all this.

- [glass shatters]
- [objects clattering]

I didn't use that pussy-ass word
my entire life,

you don't put it in my mouth,
you understand that?

All right, so you tell me
what's going on, buddy.

What're you doing down here
day after day,

- just hiding out?
- I ain't hiding from shit!

- You walked in, I'm right here.
- Plotting your next kill?

- You're goddamn right.
- Great. How is that working out?

You wanna go out there on the street,
have at it!

But I do not have time
for your candy-ass hero shit.

- Is that clear?
- Yeah. Loud and clear.

- [Frank] Yeah?
- Sorry to waste your time.

Yeah.

- I'll tell you what I think, Red.
- Tell me. Tell me what you think.

I don't think you came here for my help.

[Matt sighs]

See. I think you want my permission.

[chuckles]

You wanna get your hands on somebody, huh?
Wanna hurt 'em.

Maybe you're a little bit scared.
A little scared about what that means.

[chuckles] That's an interesting take.
I like it.

But, uh, yeah, no. Sorry, buddy.
Way off on that one.

Yeah, you're so full of shit, Counselor.
So full of shit.

- You're guilty.
- Excuse me?

Yeah, that guilt, that shame,
that's my home, Red.

And I can see it on you,
I can smell it on you. It's all over you.

I'm gonna come back another day, Frank,

maybe catch you at a better time.

You come at me with that horseshit
about saving lives.

How 'bout that friend of yours?
You save his life?

[♪ somber music playing]

You lost him, didn't you, Red?

- It's not about him.
- Then say his name.

It's not about him. It's not about him.

Ah, for Christ's sake, say his name!

- [breath trembling]
- Say his name, you coward, say his name!

It's not about him?

You hate yourself. It's eating you up

because you ain't done
a goddamn thing about it, so--

- [grunting]
- Oh, oh.

Goddamn it. Goddamn you. [breathes deeply]

- [grunts]
- [Matt breathes rapidly]

[exhales] Sorry, I apologize.

What are you sorry for?

First honest thing you did, Red.

- It's not about him.
- No.

Okay? [breathing heavily]

It's all about him.

He talks to you, dudn't he?

You hear his voice.

You do, don't you?

[softly] Every time I stop moving,
I still hear my little boy.

I see him.

And I hear his voice.

He says, "Get 'em, Daddy.

"Every last single one of 'em, get 'em."

That's why I do what I do.

And that's why I see it in you.
That's why I see it in you

because you know
you didn't do a goddamn thing

and it's gonna keep eating at you.

It's gonna keep eating, and eating,
and eating.

There's no getting away with it,
you understand?

[♪ melancholy music playing]

[breathing shakily]

I ran him down.

Oh, for Christ's sake!

I did what I had to do.

And I let the system
take care of the rest--

- Oh! You and your Goddamn sy--
- [muttering indistinctly]

You and your Goddamn system!

Christ!

So what now? Every day
Bullseye goes to the chow hole,

eats his slop, you know he gets
to breathe the same air that you breathe.

- You feel good about that?
- He got life!

[♪ melancholy music continues]

How 'bout old Foggy? He get life?

Foggy... [sniffles]

He was the...

kindest, purest soul I ever met.

And guys like you and me,

we can work a lifetime
and never measure up to his decency.

Goodbye, Frank.

[Fisk breathes deeply]

[smacks lips] So,
when Dr. Glenn asked to talk--

She asked if you felt safe with me.

I assumed.

It's what a prudent psychiatrist
would ask.

I told her I did...

and I wasn't lying.

Well, I'm glad you feel that way.

[Vanessa] I do.

But, Wilson...

Should I?

When I was a boy,

I learned by watching my father.

How to shake a man's hand.

How to know when someone
intends to cheat you.

I learned the power of persuasion.

How to move men's minds...

Or break their bodies.

But forgiveness...

[♪ somber music playing]

That wasn't a part of who he was.

No. I am trying.

I would like for things
to be the way they were.

I understand that
that may not be possible.

People change.

I'm not the same woman
I was when you left.

No, you aren't, are you?

You're something even more extraordinary.

[door closes]

If I didn't know any better,
I'd think you were trying to avoid me.

[sighs] I'm so sorry.

I just got pulled
into another meeting.

You don't have to be sorry.

Really?

Maybe a tiny bit.

[laughs]

It's funny how I...

[breathes deeply]

When I'm not sleeping over,
I don't worry about you.

But you come home late one night
and my mind is spinning.

I mean, "What if he fell
into the subway tracks?

- "Maybe somebody kidnapped him."
- Kidnapped?

"Maybe he needed a Heimlich...

- [chuckles]
- "...and there was no one to give it."

- I'm excellent at the Heimlich.
- Oh, yeah?

- Mmm-hmm.
- Well, I am sorry.

I mean, I'm not sorry,
I'm sorry you know, whatever. Just...

[breathes deeply]

One of those days, I guess.

A client who was proven innocent still
ends up dead and nobody seems to care.

I know, I'm sorry about that, Matt.

Another client's serving time at Rikers
for stealing a bag of caramel corn.

Sounds a bit excessive.

[Matt snorts]

You ever feel like you're, uh,

pushing a rock up a hill

and there's a bunch of people on
the other side pushing it back. [chuckles]

How was your day?

Oh, you know...

[jacket thuds]

A few garden variety neurotics
slash depressives

plus a not so garden variety couple
in crisis?

None of which you can tell me about.

Well, you know, I can tell you
pretty much anything you wanna know.

- Really?
- [Heather] Hmm...

- I'd just have to kill you.
- [chuckles]

You know, I got pretty used
to coming home to an empty apartment.

And now?

And now I can't imagine you
not being here.

Good answer.

[police siren blaring]

- [car honking]
- [car passing]

[train rattling]

[♪ suspenseful music playing]

[footsteps thudding]

[♪ suspenseful music continues]

[door latch clinks]

[door thuds]

[♪ foreboding music playing]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[cane whooshing]

[man, weakly]
Please... Mr. Fisk...

[chains rattling]

Mayor Fisk.

[chain rattling]

I was told forgiveness
is the highest form of love.

I wonder...

would you agree with that, Adam?

[Adam breathing shakily]

[chain whooshing]

[grunts]

[Adam] Please... Fisk!

[grunts softly]

[Adam, weakly] Please.

- Please!
- [chains rattling]

Let me out!

[train rattling]

[♪ mysterious music playing]

[♪ eerie music playing]

[metal clangs]

- [mechanical whirring]
- [man groans]

[screaming]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[♪ dramatic music fades]

[♪ foreboding music playing]

[♪ foreboding music continues]

[♪ music ends]