All language subtitles for (English Subtitles) Daredevil - The Man Without Fear

Matty.

Get out of my way! Get out of my way!

Don't move. Help is coming, kid.
Don't move.

- Matty! Matty!
- Dad.

Matty! Matty!
Don't, don't move, okay?

No, no, no! Just... Don't move.

Somebody get us some help!

- Dad, what happened?
- Matty, it's gonna be all right.

- Just don't move. Don't move, okay?
- What happened?

Ugh, Dad.

Oh, it burns!

Oh, Jesus!

Close your eyes, Matty.

- Dad!
- Close your eyes.

- Close your eyes.
- Dad! Dad!

I can't see.

I can't see. I can't see!

I can't see!

I can't see!

I can't see!

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been, uh...

It's been too long
since my last confession.

My dad, he used to come to this church
back when I was a kid.

He was a fighter. Old school. Boxer.

Lost more than he won.

24-31 record before uh...

But he could take a punch.

- Jesus, he could take a punch.
- Language.

Sorry, Father.

Yeah, guys he went up against
used to say it was like hitting oak.

In the red corner,
weighing in at 164 pounds...

from Hell's Kitchen, New York...

please welcome
"Battlin' Jack" Murdock!

Nights when he was outmatched,

my dad's strategy was to let 'em hit him
till they broke their hands.

- Murdock lands another and another!
- Get him, Dad! Get him!

Murdock won't let
him out of the corner!

The younger Creel seems stunned

by the ferocious display
by the more seasoned Murdock!

He never got knocked out, my dad.

Creel goes down!

Knocked down, sure.
But he, uh, always got back up.

Yeah, Dad! Yeah!

He was always on his feet when he lost.

Every now and then though...

Every now and then, he'd get hit and...

something inside of him would snap.

His eyes would go dead.

He'd start walking forward real slow.

Hands at his side like he
wasn't afraid of anything.

Let the Devil out.

Woah, hang on there, son.

- What's the hurry?
- I think that's my dad.

Jesus, Ray, the kid's blind.

Hey, wait!

Dad?

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

And I didn't understand it, you know?

What he was feeling deep inside,
I didn't understand it.

But you understand it now?

Perhaps this would be easier
if you tell me what you've done.

I'm not seeking penance
for what I've done, Father.

I'm asking forgiveness...

for what I'm about to do.

(Screams)

Hey! Hey!

Man, shut up.

I'm getting $1,000 a hit for y'all.

So, you be quiet...

I'll let you have a bucket.

You don't...

(Screams)

(Speaking Russian)

Scream all you want.

Come on, let me hear you scream.

Scream loud.

Nobody gives a shit down here.

(Yelling in Russian)

Head towards 48th. Stay in the lights.
Flag down the first officer you see.

Now!

Foggy.

- Foggy.
- Yeah.

Foggy.

Hello.

Good morning, Sunshine.

What time is it?

Half past get the hell up.

We gotta meet the
real-estate agent in 45.

Ahh.

What was that?
Was that a moan?

Do you have somebody
in bed with you?

The paralegal! Is
it the para over at--

Nevermind, I don't
wanna hear about it.

No, I do wanna hear about it.
What was she like?

Violent.

I gotta get the blind
thing going. It's so unfair.

Oh, hey. Real estate agent...

Not your type. Very
homely. Might be genetic.

No need to be charming.

And she kinda told me she thinks

blind people are God's mistake.

That's a horrible thing to say Foggy.

I know! In this day and age?

Alright, shake it. I
gotta go bribe a cop.

Ah, Foggy.

Kidding, NSA, if
you're listening.

But seriously, yeah.

I gotta go bribe a cop.

Officer of the law.

Defense attorney.

We're supposed to be enemies.

First off, we've been
enemies since we were 4 Brett,

so let's not blame it on career choices.

Secondly, I'm not a particularly
good defense attorney.

So helping me is
like helping yourself.

And finally...

These are for Bess.

Please stop giving my mom cigars Foggy.

Watch, she'll outlive us all.

Look, I'm not asking you
to do anything immoral.

Just give me a heads up
if something, you know,

Interesting walks
through the door.

You're right.

It ain't the careers.

Thanks, Buddy!

You're Jack Murdock's
kid, aren't ya?

It's all right.
Seal of Confession.

Anything you said during
the Sacrament of Penance

stays between us.

Could've killed 10 people,
I couldn't tell anyone.

That seem fair to you?

Is what it is.

- I have to get to work.
- Yeah, me, too.

Wouldn't mind a cup of coffee
first, though.

Chamber of commerce donated
one of those... fancy espresso machines

for meetings and stuff.

Make a heck of a latte,
if you're interested.

Some other time, maybe.

Seemed you had a lot on your mind
last time you were here.

Sure you don't want that latte?

Take care of yourself, Father.

You've got a reception area,
a conference room and two offices.

Corner suite has a view of the Hudson.

You can flip a coin
with your partner for it.

Uh, he can have the view.

- I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to...
- Of course not.

Susan Harris.
Midtown Property Solutions.

Matt Murdock.

She just curtsied. It was adorable.

It's nice to know
chivalry isn't dead.

Susan, would you mind
walking me around the space?

Of course. My pleasure.

As I was telling your associate,

this office was barely touched
by the incident,

which is why it's on the market already.

The neighbors weren't so lucky.

The uh... "incident"?
Is that what we're calling it now?

Well, it sounds so much better than

"death and destruction
raining from the sky,

nearly wiping Hell's Kitchen off the map."

Shorter, too.

Owner figuring in the delightful view
of cranes and scaffolding?

Feels like we're getting
pre-incident prices.

They're a quarter of what they used to be.

Hell's Kitchen's on the rebound,
Mr. Nelson,

and in 18 months,

you won't be able to
rent a broom closet at this price point.

We'll take it.

We will talk about it.

Because we're not sure
we can afford even this palace,

unless we make some changes
to our current clientele policies.

My partner and I
are having some disagreements

over the direction of Nelson and Murdock.

I believe we're here
to defend the innocent.

And I believe the innocent includes
everyone not yet convicted of a crime.

You know, as the law states.

It tends to use fancy terminology.

And my partner fails to recognize
that, as defense attorneys,

we're never gonna be able
to keep the lights on,

waiting on a horde of innocent souls
to stumble into our loving arms.

At this point, I'd settle for just one.

Drop the knife!

- No, no, I didn't...
- Drop it!

I didn't do this! I didn't...
I didn't do this!

- Get on the ground!
- I didn't do this!

- Now!
- Oh, God!

Oh, God!

No, I didn't...

Oh, God!
I didn't do this!

Oh, no!

I didn't do this!

Okay, can we please take the handcuffs off
the 110-pound woman?

Miss Page, can you tell me
who these men are?

We're her lawyers.

Uncuff our client
and give us the room, please.

Thank you, Detective.

Miss Page, my name is Matt Murdock.
This is my associate, Foggy Nelson.

Do you mind if we sit down?

She gave a vague shrug.
I say we go with it.

We understand you're in some trouble.

We uh, may be
able to help.

Can you tell us what happened?

Why don't we start
with what we know, then?

You were found in your apartment
with one Daniel Fisher.

Who appears to be
the victim of a homicide,

and currently,
you're the only suspect, Miss Page.

Who the hell are you guys?

I'm Matt.
He's Foggy.

Who sent you?

No one sent us.

So, what?
You're just a couple of Good Samaritans?

I bribed the desk sergeant
with a box of cigars for his mom.

Our practice is relatively young,
Miss Page,

and we are aggressively pursuing
new clientele.

You gotta stop giving Bess cigars.

She likes to smoke, Matt.
It's a free country.

How long have you been practicing law?

What time is it?

It's 12:22 a.m.

About seven hours.

You've never done this before?

If you were to hire us, then, yes,
you would be our first client.

Technically. Yeah.

Well, I don't...
I don't have any money.

Well, it was lovely to meet you,
Miss Page.

You don't have any money
and we don't have any clients.

Maybe we can help each other.

Tell me, how did you know Mr. Fisher?

We worked together.

And your place of employment?

Union Allied Construction.

I'm a secretary.

Daniel worked downstairs in Legal.

I didn't know him very well.

But he was always nice, you know?

But it's hard to meet
people in the city,

so I asked him if he
would have a drink with me.

You asked him?

But I am telling you
we met at the bar.

We had a few drinks.

And I don't know what
happened after that.

It wasn't me.

Please.

Please, you have to believe me.

I didn't kill him.

I believe you, Miss Page.

Dad?

Uh-huh?

Are we gonna have
enough this month

For Mr. Morris?

He will get his rent

On time.

You got all this for losing?

Sometimes...

even when you
get knocked down

You can still win.

It ain't how you hit the mat,

It's how you get up.
That's right.

No...

What the hell?

I'll get this into the right hands.

No, you can't.

You can't take it to the police.
You can't trust anyone.

DNA evidence
will put Rance at the murder scene.

Leland's to cover our exposure
on the financials

and McClintock takes the fall
for Union Allied

We can't have McClintock
speaking to the authorities.

Pills.

He overdosed less than an hour ago.

The remaining concerns
will be attended to shortly.

Rance was a professional.
How was he subdued?

I'm looking into it.

Last time we spoke,
I was told I could request an extension.

This was last month, yes.

What's the new form called?

From the website.

Of course. Thanks.

Insurance talk?

It's the worst.

I remember, uh,
with my kids and the dentist.

Yeah.

Yeah. Got a minute
to talk about next week's spread?

Already working on it.

Another organized crime thing?

All of Hell's Kitchen.

There's a new player on the scene.
No one knows who it is or what they want.

Everybody's scrambling.

Your assignment's
the city desk, Ben.

This is the city.
No one else is on this yet.

I'm the only one who sees it.

It's not sexy.

We're a newspaper, Ellison,
not a girlie mag.

You know that's not what I meant,
and nobody calls them that anymore.

It's not just the Russians.

I think maybe the Union Allied scandal
might tie into this.

Right, and you remember
what that exposé did for circulation?

Dick with a side of,
"Who gives a shit?"

This is a real story.

Yeah, and it's gonna end
the same as it always does, right?

A bunch of fat old guys
in some white-collar prison

with more fat old guys.

The cops aren't even on this yet.
We could be the ones to connect the dots.

It doesn't sell papers, Ben.

Not anymore.

I want you on the subway line piece.

"Rumors bubbling.

Will Hell's Kitchen
finally get a subway line?"

Come on, we tell
that every year.

- And every year, it kills.
- For a fluff piece.

You know, you like to
be on the ground, right?

You like to talk to people.
Take a poll.

There used to be a time

when the people in this building
wrote the hell out of the news.

Everybody we know...
is making twice what we are

writing for blogs,
working from home in their underwear.

We're hanging on
by our fingertips, Ben.

You really want to be
greasing that ledge?

Make it visual, all right?

I'll call down to Graphics,
see if I can drum up a chart.

Oh, and, um...

I'll put in a call
to the insurance drones,

see what I can do, okay?

- So I know it's not much...
- Hmm.

in the way of repayment.

But it is, um, my
grandmother's recipe,

and she made me promise
only to serve it to my future husband.

You know, it's, like,
filled with virtue or something.

I thought I detected
a whiff of virtue in there.

Not that I'm complaining, but

you really should be
thanking the nut in the mask.

He's not a nut.

- I mean, he's a little weird, maybe...
- We're just glad you're okay.

Hear, hear!

Well, if it weren't for you two,
I'd still be in that cell.

Job's easy when your client's innocent.
All you did was tell the truth.

Yeah, but you listened.

Oh, and don't get us wrong,
we're still gonna bill you.

Just as soon as we figure out
how to make bills.

I did notice that you could
use some help around here.

And I...
I owe you.

Maybe I could clean the place up a bit.

Is this place messy?

Our firm is very prestigious
and discerning, Miss Page.

Do you have any prior experience

hiding electrical cords
up in ceiling tiles?

Uh, no, but uh...

I'll work for free.

Yeah, you're hired.

Just got hired!

It's freezing this high up.

Next time we're meeting at Per Se.

I'll domesticate you boys yet.

This would be a balmy day
in Samara, Leland.

Yes, it's perfect Chechnyans-kidnap-
a-preschool weather, Vladimir.

Can you at least pretend to be cold?
It's unsettling.

(Speaking Mandarin)

Anyone here speak Chinese?

Nobu?

The man is Japanese.

I know, I know.
I just thought that...

Forget it.

Oh, please tell me he's right behind you

Unfortunately, my employer
is attending to other matters.

He apologizes to you in
particular, Madame Gao.

Cyka

We do not deal with lap dogs.

Tell Mr. F--

We don't say his name.

Woof, woof.

He would like to know
why you're short on the cargo totals.

There was a problem on the docks.

Barrett and our men were attacked.
Some moodak in a black mask.

And you bought that?

что?

Okay, calm down. Fine.

We'll go with the
man-in-black story

Glad to hear there's some new blood
running around out there.

Heroes and their consequences
are why we have our current opportunities.

He took out your men. How?

Caught them by surprise.

Beat them.

- With his bare hands.
- Four men with his bare hands?

That is what we were told.

This is on you. Deal with it. Quietly.

Private rooms are hard to come by, Ben.
Especially this time of year.

She can't be in a communal.
She needs hands-on.

Yeah, well,
you are lucky after all this time

that they are still
covering you at all.

They said, in some cases,
it's possible to get an extension.

Well, they say a lot of crap.
Mostly just to get you off the phone.

I already filled out the forms.

I just need you to approve them.

Yeah, This is the first step.

There are 1,000 more after this,
and I've got a hospital to run.

If I stop to fill out every appeal,
I am going to be...

They're gonna
cut her off, Shirley.

It's not her fault.

Come with me.

It is not like we are
throwing her out on the street.

Not yet.

But the next thing you know,
the communal ward is at capacity,

then she gets pushed
to an out-patient facility.

I know there's a limit to what you can do,
to what I can afford.

I just want to make sure she can rest,
so she can get better...

so she can come home.

Okay.

Five days.
That's what this will buy you.

- And the appeal?
- No promises, okay?

Now get the hell out of my office.
I have got a measle outbreak to deal with

because idiot parents
don't want to vaccinate

and my best nurse is out
with who the hell knows what.

Uh... What's that?

Cheese blintz from
that place you like.

- You should have led with that.
- That'd be cheating.

Yeah.

- Hey. She had a good day.
- Yeah?

She was up half an hour.
Asked about you.

There's an old children's joke.

You hold up a white piece of paper
and you ask, "What's this?"

"A Rabbit in a Snowstorm."

You interested or just looking?

Interested.

People always ask me
how can we charge so much

for what amounts
to gradations of white.

I tell them it's not about
the artist's name or the skill required...

not even about the art itself.

All that matters is...

"How does it make you feel?"

It makes me feel alone.

You can leave the lights off.

Let's get started.

So, what kind of training is this?

What did I say about questions?

"Shut up."

Good.

How old were you when you got blinded?

Nine.

So, you're nine years old, walking
along, minding your own business

and whammo!

Get hit by a truck,
killed dead on the spot.

I wasn't killed.

You lived?

Praise God, it's a miracle.

So you survive the truck

and get this chemical shit in your eyes.

What next?

I hear things.

I can sense things
I know where things are and when they move.

But I can't see.

You know what they call stuff like that?

Gifts.

The special kind.

The kind that very few people have.

Or deserve.

I never thought of it that way.

That's because you're stupid.

I'm not stupid, I'm smart.

Because you taught yourself

how to run your little fingers
over the bumps and read Braille?

Smart don't come out of books, kid.

Smart is making the right
decision at the right time.

Like now.

♫ Beautiful Crime - Tamer ♫

I've been preoccupied of late
with, uh, questions of morality...

of right and wrong,
good and evil.

Excuse me, Mr. Urich?

Sometimes the delineation
between the two is a sharp line

So they tell me.

Sometimes it's a blur.

I read your article.

Not everyone feels this way.

Not everyone sees the sharp line,

We've been talking behind your back,

about how the Russians can't seem to
handle one man running around in a mask.

Only the Blur.

I mean, if he had an iron suit
or a magic hammer,

maybe that would explain

why you keep getting
your asses handed to you...

We're done here.

I thought Murdocks never quit.

It's my fault. It's my fault!

I did it! I killed him!

Killed who?

My dad!

They payed him to
lose against Creel but,

I wanted him to win.

So he did because of me!

Maybe your old man fought for you.

Maybe he did it for himself.

The only thing you
know for sure is

he's gone now.

But I'm here.

Now get up.

Time to stop taking a
beating and start giving one.

Almost everything laid out.

All of the possible connections

starting at the bottom...
and moving up.

The king of diamonds?

The man at the top.

Any idea who he is?

who are you, Wilson?

Tonight, I'm just a man...

enjoying the company
of a captivating woman

Sir... I need to speak with you.

What is this?

We need to go... now.
I'm sorry.

I want to tell you, my brother and I,
we gratefully accept...

Wesley will take care of you.

Put him in a car.

They say the past is etched in stone,
but it isn't.

You embarrassed me.

You embarrassed me in front of her.

Tell Mr. Potter I'll need a new suit.

What about this?

Take what's left of him
and send it to his brother.

It'll start a war.

I'm counting on it.

No, oh my God!

You don't make any sense!

Whoa, be nice to it.

You know, for when the machines take over.

I can't get any of this crap
I bought to work.

Bad time to mention the phones?

All I hear when I try to dial
is a bunch of clicks.

Could be the machines plotting,
but I don't speak computer overlord.

- No, it's the rats.
- The who what now?

They chewed through the main line.

Phone guy's working on it now.
Exterminator's Monday.

We have rats now.
I'm never sleeping here again.

Then there's an upside.

Excuse.

Is this, um...

Señor Foggy law?

Mi casa es rent-control.

But the landlord, Señor Tully...

Armand Tully?
Sleaze bag owns buildings all over town.

Sí, y señor Tully...

(Speaking Spanish)

He wants to convert
the apartments to condominiums.

And he wants them out.

(Speaking Spanish)

Men came weeks ago.
They said that they were workers.

(Speaking Spanish)

And they destroyed the apartments with a...
I don't know that last word.

Sledgehammers.

Mrs. Cardenas,

(Speaking Spanish)

Gracias Señor Murdock.
Muchas gracias.

Bueno.

I heard you say my name.
Why'd you say my name?

Oh yeah.

I told her you're going to
talk to Tully's lawyer.

Tully's lawyer?
Do you know who reps him?

Yeah, I know.

Landman & Zack!
Landman & mother-freakin' Zack, man!

Ooh, sounds impressive.
Are they looking to hire?

Oh, you wouldn't be happy.
We used to intern there.

Oh, right.

And they offered us a job, a great job.

Which we turned down to go off
and save the world. Now they hate us.

We'll need to load for bear
if we're gonna take them on.

I'll hit the precinct to
check for complaints against Tully.

I can't go to L&Z alone.

They're gonna shark attack me, Matt.
Look at me, I'm delicious.

Well, take Karen.

Look who it is... Murdock.

Sergeant... how's your mom?

Smells like a stogie. Otherwise...

Yeah, I keep telling Foggy
not to get her cigars, but...

Nah, She'd sneak 'em one way or
the other. Crafty old bird.

Right, it's why I'm here.

Friend of hers
has a case we're looking into.

You going after Tully?

Yeah, you know him?

Yeah. Yeah, guy's a real scumbag.

But he stays just this side of ordinance,
so there's nothing we can do.

Can you pull some copies
of the complaints?

Maybe get me a minute or two
with the officers who took them?

You really think you and Foggy can help?

Yeah, we can try.

Let me see what I can find.

Now, I just want you
to tell me again how did it start

We have you at the scene
with a dead Chinese illegal, Piotr.

And a backpack full of drugs.

Uh-oh, that'll buy you a one-way ticket
to 30 years in Asshole Land.

Do you know who I work for?

Couple of dipshit brothers
nobody gives a wank about.

Bye-bye, dickhead. Enjoy your next 30.

Wait.

What if I give you another name?

He'd have to be big.

His name...

is Wilson Fisk.

- Well, what else you know about this guy?
- Not much.

But I will tell you everything I know...
for deal.

"For deal".

- Whose turn is it?
- Yours.

I thought I took it
for that thing in the bodega?

Oh, shit, yeah.

All right, wait, wait.

Okay, come on.

Come on.

Watch out! Jesus!
He's going for my gun!

Watch out!

- No!
- Let go of the gun!

You really shouldn't
have said his name.

God!

Feels like a place in a movie
where you'd buy a clone...

or maybe a robot baby.

Or the clone of a robot baby.

I'm Foggy Nelson. I called earlier.
I represent Ms. Cardenas.

Foggy Bear!

Look at you, still playing lawyer.

What are you doing here?

Working on making partner.
Marci Stahl.

Uh, Karen Page.

Wait, you work here, at Landman and Zack?

Mmm, came on right after
you and Murdock crashed and burned.

- We didn't...
- Where is your sidekick?

Didn't break it off with
him already, did you?

- Fog' has commitment issues.
- I don't have...

Matt is taking care of something.

It was very nice to see you.
We have an appointment.

I know. It's with me.

All right, let's go upstairs and...

Oh, we'd be finished
before the elevator stopped.

Your client can agree to a buyout
or live in squalor till she's evicted.

Those workmen acted illegally.
They busted the place up.

They were making requested repairs.

Which they never finished.

- And did Mrs. Carnitas tell you...
- Cardenas.

Did she tell you why the workmen
left before completing the repairs?

- No, she just said...
- They feared for their safety.

- From an old woman?
- From a criminal element.

Her building is filled
with junkies and drug dealers.

We're doing the city a favor
by trying to renovate.

You know that's not true.

Yeah, because the law's
always about the truth.

Look, you know how this goes.

It's her word versus my client's,

and there's a whole backlog of these cases
pending throughout the city.

No one is going to help her but us.

If I were you,
I'd go to Mrs. Whatever today

and strongly urge her to accept our offer.

Marci.

Convincing my client
to agree to your terms... that's your job.

And I'm not going to do it for you.

See, you think there are only two options.

These tenants take the payout and leave,
or leave without taking it.

But given how long
they've put up with Tully's bullshit,

I think you're actually afraid

that Mrs. Cardenas and her neighbors
will find a way to eke by.

And short of physically

and very illegally forcing tenants
from their rent-controlled homes...

Armand Tully loses his condos.

Your firm loses Tully.

And that's very bad for business.

You want me and my client to think
that you're doing us a favor,

that we have no leverage.

When really, we have all of it.

So you're gonna
see us in court...

where I will absolutely dismantle you,

from the top of your salon blowout
to the bottom of your overpriced pumps.

You would've killed it here, Foggy Bear.

You never should have left.

You never should have signed on, Marce.

You were really something,
back in the day.

When you had a soul.

Good evening, Madame.

This way please.

I didn't know if you would show.

Neither did I.

I thought you didn't go in
for grand gestures.

No, it isn't...

I've been lied to before... by men.

Some were even decent ones...

but they still felt the need
to be dishonest...

I will always be honest with you.

Okay, try it now.

Okay, yeah!

I admit it. I'm impressed.

Hot still doesn't work,
but at least it's a start.

Ah, Alabanza!

(Speaking Spanish)

You Señor Foggy, you stay! We eat!

- No, Mrs. Cardenas...
- You stay.

There is no "no happen," okay?

Venga. Sientete.

- You want to eat?
- Be rude not to.

Mi madre make this,
all the time in Guatemala.

Now I make para
ustedes, como gracias.

This wine's even better than the last one.

Did you pick it?

I've never had it. My assistant.

I said I'd be honest.

You did.

Wesley's more than an assistant...

he's my friend.

So you do have those.

Yet the man says he was lonely
when he looked at my painting.

My painting.

Yes.

Thank you.

So why does a man like you feel alone?

Nature of my business, I suppose.

And what kind of business is that?

Rebuilding this city.

I want to carve something beautiful
out of its ugliness...

set free its potential.

You sound like an artist.

I'm just a man with a dream.

What do you think an artist is?

Are those the only ones you have?

You were wearing them last time.

They were my father's.

I wear them every day to remember him.

Did he pass?

When I was a boy.

May I ask you something now?

I'd say you've earned it.

What kind of gun is that
you have in your purse?

It's a .22.

Did you think you would need that tonight?

We've been sitting here talking
for hours...

and you're going to insult me
like I have no idea what you really do?

I've done things
that I'm not proud of, Vanessa.

I've hurt people...
and I'm going to hurt more.

It's impossible to avoid
for what I'm trying to do.

But I take no pleasure in it...

In cruelty.

But this city isn't a caterpillar.

It doesn't spin a cocoon
and wake up a butterfly.

A city... crumbles and fades.

It needs to die before it can be reborn.

So I don't need the gun?

No, by my side...

is the safest place
that you could ever be.

and Matt bangs his cane around
and says,

"Am I in the right room?"

- Where did you put his furniture?
- Dorm room across the hall.

God!

Oh, I really wish
I knew you guys back then.

Much better off knowing us now.

We have our own practice.

I'm a hell of a lot more dashing
than I was in my awkward college years.

Oh, yeah? Well, I'm going to need
photographic proof of that, counselor.

I have dug myself
another hole, haven't I?

Well, it's been about five minutes.
You were due.

Yeah. Yeah, I see that.

Hey, Foggy...

I want you to touch my face.

Um... but I can see you, so...

No, I... No, I know. I just, um...

I want to know how someone
who's blind would see me.

Look, you do me
then, then I'll do you.

Yeah, okay.

Delivery. Gao.

(Speaking Russian)

блять!

You have to close your eyes.

Right.

Just tell me what you feel.

Jesus, are you okay?

Foggy...

El Cielo!
El cielo esta caliente dame!

Wilson.

Vladimir.

Vladimir.

Hands in the air!

Raise those hands!

Don't move! Raise 'em!

Hands in the air, now!

Last chance, asshole! I will
not hesitate to put you down!

On your knees, do it!

Keep your eyes on him.

Nice and slow.

- Got him?
- Yeah.

Cuff the son of a bitch.

What about this asshole?

Take care of him like we
were told. No witnesses.

Ahhh!

How bad are you hurt?

(Speaking in Russian)

- What's going on?
- All right, listen up, everybody!

We have reports coming in of multiple
explosions all across Hell's Kitchen.

- Hey, Henricks, call PD, get a statement.
- Yeah.

Taylor, reach out to
your guy at public works

and see if gas or methane
had anything to do with this.

What are the locations?

You see me talking here, Urich?

Just saying, it'd help if we knew
where we were going to cover this.

Caldwell, give me that list. Where are you?

Please. C'mon,
c'mon, c'mon

All right, locations are as follows,

44th and 11th, 48th and 9th,
47th and 12th, 42nd and 10th.

- It's not gas.
- How do you know that?

Places that were hit, all
controlled by the Russians.

Ben! Ben!

Don't move.

Your mask.

I found it... and what
was left of my brother.

- I didn't kill your brother.
- Lie!

You think I'm the one that blew
your operation to shit, too?

You're being played... by Fisk.

What do you want?

Fisk...

on trial for everything he's done.

I have counterproposal.

Suck my dick.

... the NYPD is urging everyone
to stay inside...

We need help!

Hey! Hey!

I got an elderly woman over
here and she's bleeding bad!

- Where's she hurt?
- Are you a nurse?

Yeah.

Pretty bad laceration.

Estoy muriendo?

(Speaking Spanish)
What's her name?

- Mrs. Cardenas. Elena.
- Tranquila, Elena.

(Speaking Spanish)

We'll wait here for you, Mrs. C!
Aqui esperaro!

She's gonna... She's gonna be fine.

- I'm just glad we were with her.
- Yeah.

Early reports from the city...

Jesus, look at this. It's
like a war zone out there.

We better call Matt
and make sure he's okay.

Foggy, you're bleeding.

Huh?

Where's Sullivan? Anybody got eyes?

Take it down, Pinski.

Me and Hoffman are HNT on this.

Secure the perimeter and
try not to piss yourself.

We gotta do this right.
This is a hostage job.

Nobody goes in and nobody comes out.

Let's see some ID.

All right, all right. Go ahead.

Detectives!

I'll let him know. Wait for instruction.

The man in the
mask has turned up.

What about Vladimir?

Hold up with the mask.

Blake and Hoffman have
assumed HNT on scene,

secured the perimeter,

waiting for the go-ahead
to take the building.

Give it.

There's a complication.

A reporter from the Bulletin.

It's Ben Urich.

If he picks up on anything
doesn't smell right...

it could be a problem.

Problems are just opportunities
that haven't presented themselves.

You reach out to all of
our contacts in the media.

I want everyone in Hell's Kitchen
to see what's about to happen.

Tell me what I want to know about Fisk.

His lapdog came to us first.

He told us his employer
had taken note.

He complimented...

us on our business.

Invited us to be part
of something bigger...

to expand...

if we entered into an agreement.

What did Fisk offer?

Police looking other way...

aid from politicians...

and access to Chinese and their heroin.

- He's working with the Chinese?
- You really don't know anything, do you?

Just snapping at scraps falling from table.

I want names.

Everything you know
and how they connect to Fisk.

His name...

His name...

His name is...

This is not how I die.
This is not how it happens.

You guys don't seem to be
doing much hostage negotiating.

How many times, Urich?

I told you, back off!

You know, this is bullshit and you know it.

You want to start giving me
some straight answers, Detective?

Huh, Detective? You gonna
start being straight with me?

Blake!

Shit!

Turn it up.

- Hmm?
- Turn it up, I wanna hear this.

Authorities believe this man is
responsible for the bombings.

Possibly as a part of an ongoing
feud with the Russian mob...

I don't understand why he
would do something like this.

- He just didn't seem like...
- ...some sort of mask...

I don't know, he just didn't...

General rule...

guys who wear masks have something to hide,

and it usually ain't good.

Battleground of Hell's
Kitchen, one has to wonder

whose side is this man on?

I told you.

This is not how I die.

This way.

Where are we?

Access tunnels.

The city was built on a network of
these, most of them sealed up years ago.

All right, we have to keep
moving, find a way to the street.

Freeze!

Let's go.

There are five more coming.

All working for Fisk,
probably not even real cops.

We don't have time for this.

I think...

maybe I stay.

We can still make it out of here.

- Turn evidence on Fisk, we can...
- He controls...

all police...

judges.

There's only one way to
stop him, you know this.

No.

I'm not a killer.

The moment you
put on the mask...

you got into cage with animals.

Animals don't stop fighting.

Not until one of them is dead.

What Fisk did to me...

he'll do to you.

he will do it...

to everyone you care about.

Will you feel the same way then?

Or will you be man...

and do what you
know you must do?

The dermo who controls
money, his name is...

Leland Owlsley.

He will give you what you think you want.

But it won't be enough.

You know that now, don't you?

Go.

(Singing in Russian)

Shit.

Look, can I call you back?
I'm drowning out here.

Yes, yes, okay. Fine.

We need to talk.

I want you to expose
the man who's tearing

this city apart,
piece by piece.

You got a name?

Wilson Fisk.

If I do the smart thing and say no?

Then I'll have to stop
him some other way

That has a ring of tonality to it.

I'm not a killer.
I keep telling people that.

But that could change,
couldn't it?

What do you got?

'You get what you deserve'.

It's an old saying.

One that survived the
years, because it's true.

For the most part.

But not for everyone.

Some get more than they deserve.

Because they believe they
aren't like everyone else.

That the rules, the ones
people like me and you,

the people that work and struggle
to live our lives, just live,

don't apply to them.

That they can do anything
and live happily ever after,

while the rest of us suffer.

They do this from the shadows.

Shadows that we cast.

With our indifference.

With a pervasive lack
of interest in anything

that doesn't directly affect
us, we, in the here and now.

Or maybe it's just the
shadow of weariness.

Of how tired we are,

struggling to claw our way back to
a middle class that no longer exists,

because of those who take
more than they deserve.

And they keep taking,

until all that's left for the rest of us

is a memory of how it used to be

before the corporations
and the bottom line decided

we didn't matter anymore.

But we do.

You and I, the people of this city...

we still matter.

There's someone in Hell's Kitchen
that doesn't share this belief.

He's been among us for quite some time.

You've never heard his name.
You've never seen his face.

He's stayed in the shadows.

Because men like him, men that
want to control our city, our lives,

fear the light and what it reveals.

This man must no longer be
allowed to operate in the darkness.

If he has nothing to hide,
let him step forward.

I'm not very good
at this, out, being in public.

But I felt the need to
speak up for this city

that I love with all my heart.

No one should have to live in fear.

In fear of mad men...

who have no regard for who they injure.

In fear of the Devil of Hell's Kitchen,

who has inflicted untold
pain and suffering.

This masked terrorist and
psychopaths of his kind,

we must show them

we will not bow down to their
campaign of coercion and intimidation.

I tried to do this quietly,

not wanting to draw attention.

For those who will have this
city stay exactly as it is,

mired in poverty and crime.

But I know now it was
foolish to make that decision.

That I can no longer do it alone.

That I cannot keep living in the shadows...

afraid of the light.

None of us can. None of
us should be forced to.

We must do this together.

We must resist those who
would have us live in fear.

My name...

is Wilson Fisk.

And together, we can make
this city a better place.

This doesn't change anything, Ben.

You see the news? Everything's changed.

Fisk has gotten out in front of
being dragged into the spotlight.

My editor thinks he's the Second
Coming. Hell, the whole city does.

So, we just... We keep digging.

I've been doing that.

Internet went from nothing on Fisk

to filled with three-hacky stories about
a poor little fat kid from Hell's Kitchen.

Abandoned by his father when he
was 12. Mother died a year later.

Now look at him. Boot
straps and a big dream.

Somebody knows something.

It's just a matter of asking the
right people the right questions

in the right tone of voice.

Yeah, that's how you get yourself hurt.

That's what I keep telling them.

Maybe they'll listen to you.

Ben Urich, Matt Murdock.
Attorney at Why the Hell Bother.

- Mr. Murdock.
- Matt.

My partner thinks we should be
pursuing this through the legal system.

A lot safer that way.

Well, why don't we all just
crawl under the covers, then?

- No, Karen...
- Well, I'm sorry,

but if Fisk is really behind
everything that has happened,

then we need to do something.

If we were the only ones
after him, I'd tend to agree.

Friend of yours came to
see me the other night...

the man in the mask.

- Terrorist cop-killer.
- Says he was framed.

Yeah. I could say I'm Captain America,
but it doesn't put wings on my head.

What did he want?

Same thing we do... expose Fisk.

I printed this from a
thumb drive he gave me.

Oh, my God!

Told me Fisk was behind the
bombings and shooting those cops...

said he owns half the police...

that they helped him
take down the Russians.

But I don't understand.
If you have all of this, then...

Hearsay. Can't print any of it
without corroboration.

Wait, what about the Union Allied money?

Is there a way that we can
tie it directly to Fisk?

Maybe.

According to FCC filings,

Confed Global's where Fisk gets
most of his reported income.

All right, let's play this out.

If Fisk is connected to Confed Global,

that means he's involved in
Westmeyer-Holt Contracting, which...

Westmeyer-Holt is strong-arming tenants
out of their rent-controlled apartments.

Um, they were hired by
a guy named Armand Tully.

The slumlord?

Landman & Zack say he's on vacation
on an island that no one can pronounce,

where they use coconuts as phones.

Another connection in the wind.

Westmeyer-Holt to Confed to Fisk.

We pull that thread,
see what it unravels.

Still not sure about this mask guy.

He didn't hurt
Ben and he didn't hurt me.

I'll take the Devil of Hell's
Kitchen over Fisk any day.

Plus, he kicks ass.

No, you should've seen the way that
he was flipping around in the rain.

Well, if he's such a badass,
why did he come to Ben?

Why not just take Fisk down himself?

Maybe he knows there's some
roads you can't come back from.

It's her.

How did it happen?

Neighbor saw some junkie
they've seen in the building,

fleeing the scene with her purse.

Probably jumped her while
she was fishing for her keys.

Karen, maybe you should wait outside.

No. No, I'm...

How did she die?

Multiple stab wounds.

The ambulance got there quick, but...

My mom says all the family
she knew about's passed on.

I knew you were looking
into her tenancy case.

I thought you might be able to
point us toward the next of kin.

No, she didn't have anyone.

Just us.

We'll see to the arrangements.

It's good of you to take that on.

I'll let the ME know.

I'm sick!

Okay! Okay, the purse! I'll
tell you who snatched it...

Listen, I've hurt a lot of people
tonight to get what I need to know.

The asshole that killed Mrs.
Cardenas shoots up at this address,

likes cheap menthols.

Thinks it covers the stench of
his rotting teeth. It doesn't.

Who paid you?

- No, I don't, I don't...
- Was it Fisk?

Was it Fisk?

Was it Wilson Fisk?

No, I don't know! Please, stop! Please!

Give me a reason to!

I don't know their names.
I don't! They found me.

They took me to a warehouse on the water.

Pier 81.

I didn't wanna do it, man.

I swear. I didn't wanna do it!

But I was hurting. I was hurting, man.

Shut up!

You're gonna turn yourself in...

to Sergeant Brett Mahoney
at the 15th Precinct.

If you don't, I'll find you. And
next time, I'm not gonna stop.

I didn't come here for you.

But I am the one you have found.

Did Fisk send you?

Is that why he paid that junkie to...

A woman is dead, and for what? Just
to lure me into some kind of a trap?

You are here, are you not?

I knew no
one was in the building.

But you did not know I was here.

No...

you slowed your heart...

lowered your body temperature.

The old fool has
taught you in our ways.

I came here for Fisk.

Guess I'll have to settle for you.

Shit, sorry.

Hey, can I get
another bottle over here?

No, no, never mind, Josie.
Hey, hey, Foggy.

Foggy, I've had enough, and
you have had...

Way, way past that.

It's a wake, Karen.

People drink at wakes.

You speak Spanish?

What's a good toast for
the people that should...

- That should still...
- Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

I should have told her
to take the money like Matt said.

No, no, no, no, Foggy...

it's not your fault, okay?

What are we supposed to do...

against somebody that owns everything?

Everyone?

What can we do to somebody like that?

The only thing you can...

you make them pay.

You have fought well.

It is... not enough.

Thank you.

Nobu was becoming an issue.

I appreciate you...
removing him from concern.

You...
You wanted me to do this.

In a perfect world, you would
have taken each other out, but...

To be honest... it took
longer than I expected.

Nobu didn't mind. He
meditated for hours.

I find it difficult to meditate.

My mind, it won't quiet.

It's a...
character flaw, I suppose.

We all have them.

You, for instance.

You've demonstrated an emotional
weakness for children and women.

I assumed that would
extend to the elderly.

So I baited the hook.

Here you are.

You took her life...

just to get my attention?

My options, they were
limited by necessity.

I took no pleasure
in her passing.

I'm...
gonna kill you.

Take your shot.

It's disappointing.

Wesley.

Put men on the dock.

If they see the Mask,
put a bullet in him.

- Yeah.
- Hey...

- it's Karen.
- I know.

They got this thing, caller ID,
might have heard of it.

What's up?

Admissions
is on another tour.

Shouldn't be too long.

Thanks.

What are we doing here?

I can't afford this place.
This is a waste of time.

Let's just take a look around.

Maybe it'll be worth the drive.

Matt.

Come on, Matt.

I need to talk to you, Matt.

We need to keep going, Matt.

We gotta nail that
bastard to the wall.

We gotta make
him pay... for Elena...

for everything.

Matt?

Are you okay in there? Matt?

Matt!

Matt?

It's me.

I heard a crash.

Not the fun, sexy-time kind, but...

more of the...

I've-fallen-and-I-can't-get-up
variety.

Matt?

If anyone who's
in here is not supposed to be,

I will mess you up. I'm not kidding.

Where's Matt? What'd you do to him?

Matt?

Is it time?

- Time for what?
- You know what.

You bring it before I
go to bed every night.

Oh.

I don't know you, do I?

Uh, no. We... uh, we just...

We wanted to ask you some questions.

About how you like it at Saint Benezet.

- It's very nice, isn't it?
- It is.

- How long have you been here?
- A while now.

Ever since my husband passed.

We're sorry to bother you, ma'am.
We should go.

Mrs. Vistain, um, your husband...

- Was that your first marriage?
- Arthur?

Lord, no, he was my third.

Your first marriage... who was that to?

He tried so hard, but...
he drank, you know.

I didn't.

Never touched a
drop. Not once, no.

And, uh... did you have any
children with your first husband?

- Karen...
- Just... let her answer.

Mrs. Vistain?

It wasn't his fault.

His father he was...

Wilson.

He just wanted him to stop.

Fisk?

Mrs. Vistain, what did your son do?

Wouldn't do that if I were you.

Then again, maybe I would.

The hell do I know about Matt Murdock?

Just tell me one thing, Matt.

Are you even really blind?

There are those that question
why a man such as myself,

A man who...
treasures his privacy,

would willingly subject
himself... to the public eye.

I question the man who
wouldn't step forward

when his city, his heart,
is in such a time of need.

With your help...

we can ensure that everyone...

that was affected by the recent attacks,

and all who call Hell's
Kitchen their home,

will see a brighter day.

I thank you, and please
enjoy your evening.

That was beautiful.

That word is meant for only you tonight.

Can you read my mind? Can
you predict the future? What?

What things do you just know?

I know you haven't showered
since yesterday morning.

But you rinsed your
face in my kitchen sink.

I know you had onions in
your lunch two days ago.

I know you're hungry... and tired.

And I know the more I say,
the faster your heart beats.

You can hear a heartbeat?
From across the room?

Helps to anticipate behavior.

When someone's gonna
attack... when they're lying.

That's how you knew Karen
was telling the truth...

- when we first met her at the precinct.
- Yeah.

Wait.

Are you telling me that
since I've known you,

any time I wasn't telling
the truth, you knew?

Was anything ever real with us?

Watch out, everybody! I'm
Blind Matt Murdock! Whoa!

Most... Most people
just say, "Matt Murdock."

I look like most people?

I don't know, I can't see you.

Well, at the moment,
that may be a blessing.

Oh, God, we should be studying.

You're gonna graduate summa cum laude,
you can take a night off, you nerd!

You'd be...

You'd be graduating with that, too,
if you took a few less nights off.

Point being, we are both one day gonna be

fine, upstanding members
of the legal profession.

El grande... How do you
say "lawyers" in Spanish?

Lawyers? Abogados.

El grande avocados!

That's not
Spanish, that's fruit.

- That's fruit.
- It's a vegetable at best.

See, that's what you get for taking
Punjabi instead of Spanish with me,

- just to chase a girl.
- What? No!

I'm sorry.

I'll have you know that Punjabi is
the future language of the future...

of business

Couple years, we'll all be speaking it.

She was so hot! She was so hot!

Yeah, say that in Punjabi.

- God! Shut up! Kiss my ass.
- You can't speak...

No! No, no, no, no.

Are you trying to tell me
that you didn't take Spanish

- to snuggle up to what's-her-name...
- What?

The Greek girl?

Surely I would take Greek?

No, because she was taking
Spanish. She already spoke Greek.

Whatever happened
to her? She was smokin'.

Man, it didn't work out.

When does it ever with you, buddy?

How can I help you?

What are you looking for,
my young Padawan?

I dunno.

I guess just someone I
really like listening to.

- Where are those stairs?
- Stairs, here.

I would like to sit now.

Yes... we sit!

And then we forage for hamburgers

and more libations!

How about just the burgers?

Lie and wait!

Hey, how old were you when
you had your first drink?

- Nine.
- Nine?

Lush.

My dad gave me a sip from
this bottle of Scotch.

Go, Dad!

He didn't want my hands
shaking while I stitched him up.

He got cut pretty bad
over his eye. Boxing match.

He win?

No.

- He'd be proud of you, buddy.
- Thanks, man.

All he ever wanted was for me
to use my head, not my fists.

Not like him.

My mom wanted
me to be a butcher.

I think she liked
the idea of free ham.

Hey, they coming to
graduation? Your family?

The whole extended brood.

It's not every day a...

Nelson breaks from the ranks
of hardware and cured meats.

Franklin Nelson for
the defense, Your Honor.

Defense! I like that.
There's money in that.

Oh, come on. Is that all you care about?

No... No.

Truth and justice and all of that.

Couple of bucks?

Me and you, pal.

We're gonna have big,
fancy offices one day,

with steel and glass and chairs
you don't even know how to sit in.

Murdock and Nelson, attorneys at law!

Nelson and Murdock. Sounds better.

- You think?
- Yeah, trust me.

I can't see worth shit, but
my hearing's spectacular.

Me and you, pal... We're gonna do this.

We're gonna be the best damn
avocados this city has ever seen.

Best damn avocados.

Let's get the hell out of here, come on.

You're strong. I work out.

So, does anybody need
a drink as bad as I do?

Yes, please.

It was a hell of a speech, Fisk. You
ever think about running for office?

I'll leave that to
people like you, Senator.

That's a good answer.

You, um... got a minute to
talk about that zoning issue?

Yes, of course.

I'll be back in a minute.

I didn't vote for Senator
Cherryh last election.

Few people did.

Somebody can't hold his liquor.

The hell is this?

Wesley, get the car.
We need to leave... now.

Vanessa!

Christ! Somebody
get a doctor here!

Somebody get a doctor!

Vanessa?

Vanessa!

Vanessa!

You're going to get yourself
killed, you keep this up.

You know that, right?

I can take care of myself.

What about the rest of us?

What do you think's gonna
happen if I give up now, Foggy?

- Who's going to stop Fisk?
- Oh, I don't know... the law?

Tell that to Elena.

If you could have put on a mask and
prevented what happened to her...

- you telling me you wouldn't have?
- It's not fair, Matt.

We don't live in a world that's fair.

We live in this one.

And I'm doing everything I
can to make it a better place.

"A better place."

Kinda sounds like
what Fisk keeps saying.

Don't say that. Don't twist it around.

You tried to kill him,
Matt. You told me yourself.

How is that any different than
the way he solves his problems?

I made a mistake.

You really think that anyone would believe
that I didn't know what you were doing?

That Karen didn't know?

This city needs me in that mask, Foggy.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe it does.

But I don't.

I only ever needed my friend.

I wouldn't have kept this
from you, Matt. Not from you.

You don't know that. You don't know that.

Yeah, I do.

Foggy.

Foggy.

Hello, Marlene?
It's Wesley.

No, I work with your son.
We've met before.

James Wesley, that's right.

Uh, no, he's indisposed
at the moment, I'm sorry.

Was there something
I could help you with?

Wait, I'm sorry.

Who came to visit you?

Shit. Seriously?

I thought...

maybe you weren't coming out of it.

That would have been a shame.

You might wanna take a moment.

In the meantime, I...

I thought we could chat.

You can't do this.

And yet, here we are.

Is that supposed to scare me?

No, no...

uh, this is.

Can I get a coffee, please? Black.

Can I get you anything to eat, sir?

No, thank you, Francis.
Where's Wesley?

If you're going to kill me...

just do it.

I'm sick of listening
to your bullshit.

But you won't...

be the first to die, Miss Page, no.

No, I think Mr. Urich
will have that honor.

Then we'll go to your place of employment,
see to Mr. Nelson, Mr. Murdock.

After that, your friends, family,
everyone you've ever cared about.

And when you have
no tears left to shed, then...

then we'll come for you, Miss Page.

Do you really think...

I would put a loaded gun on the table
where you could reach it?

I don't know.

Do you really think this is
the first time I've shot someone?

Miss Page...

What's on your mind Matthew?

Do you believe in the Devil, Father?

You want the short answer,
or the long one?

Just the truth.

I was in Rwanda,

trying to help local churches

provide aid and sanctuary to refugees.

I'd become close with the village elder,

Gahiji

He and his family had
the respect of everybody.

Hutu and Tutsi alike.

He helped them all.
Through famines, disease,

The militia liked to force Hutu
villagers to murder their neighbors

So the militia commanders sent soldiers

With orders to cut his head off.

In front of the entire village.

Gahiji didn't try to put up a fight.

Just asked for a chance
to say goodbye to his family.

By the time he was done, even the
soldiers didn't want to kill him

The commander

wanted to meet this man

Who'd won the respect of so many.

He went to Gahiji.

Talked with him in his hut

For many hours.

Then he dragged him out in
front of his village

And hacked him to pieces.

along with his entire family.

When that man took Gahiji's life,

I saw the devil.

So, yes, Matthew.

I believe he walks among us.

Taking many forms.

What if you could have stopped him?

From ever hurting anyone again?

Stopped him how?

You let him leave

Alone?

He ordered me to stay.

He wanted as many men on you as possible.

Whoa!

- Wilson!
- He's my friend!

He's... my... friend!

Whatever war you're
thinking about starting,

Don't lose sight of the endgame.

Ow! Jesus! Alright!
What do you wanna know man?

Shit.

- Fisk.
- I don't know where he is I swear.

That's not the question.
Fisk wears some kind of body armor.

Light. Strong.

Whoa! Whoa!
Wait! Wait! Wait!

Wait! Wait!

Body armor!
Body armor!

Yeah, yeah...
yeah.

Body armor.
I think I might...

I think I might know a guy.

Give me the name

Hey, sorry. Couldn't flag a cab.

Why are we meeting here?

I need your help.

That's disappointing, I
thought this was a booty call.

You shouldn't be here.

You're not supposed
to be in here.

Mr. Fisk is gonna be mad.

He's gonna hurt her.

Fisk is one of our most billable clients,
along with Owlsley at Silver and Brent.

You know, I could lose
my job just sitting here.

Maybe even get disbarred.

So, there's nothing that's been
going on at Landman & Zack?

You're asking me to
commit career suicide.

I'm asking you to trust me.

This is your chance
to get in front of that

and take your soul back.

Who-who's Betsy?

She... she's nice.

She helps me.

When I get confused.

Did you make a suit for Fisk?

Did you make a suit lined with this?

I made a whole bunch.

Can you make something for me?

What do you want me to make?

A symbol.

I've made mistakes...

in the years since I was a boy.

I try to learn from them,
but it isn't always enough.

Get out of my house.

I'll leave, but first I'd...

I'd like to have a conversation
with you. Off the record of course.

Alright.

Were you alone when you spoke to my mother?

Yeah... I was alone.

Wesley, was that you?

- Wesley?
- Yes, I didn't think so.

You're a man of principle, of conviction.

I understand that, I even admire it.

But you went after my mother.

That's not something that I can forgive.

I wrote a lot of stories
in my years pushing ink.

You know how many times
people have threatened me...

get me to keep my mouth shut?

But this is my mother... that
you brought into this, Mr. Urich.

My mother!

So I am not here to threaten you.

No, I'm here to kill you.

♫ Jimmy Cliff - Many Rivers to Cross ♫

Give me a minute, okay?

Mrs. Urich?

Um... I'm Karen.

Karen Page. I don't know if Ben ever...

Karen, yes.

He talked about you all the time.

He did?

He thought you were something else.

The way you wouldn't let go
until you got to the truth.

He admired that.

We never got around to having kids,

too busy with this or that, but...

if we had, I think he would
have wanted one like you.

Is there... Is there
anything that you need?

- Anything at all that I...
- No.

Ben's taken care of all that.

He took out a policy years back when
that river water story turned ugly.

He always took care of me.

Still is.

How you holding up?

Like a good Catholic boy.

That bad, huh?

He was a good man.

And he's gone...

because I haven't stopped
what's happening to this city.

Can't put that
on yourself, Matthew.

You've done everything you can.

A lot you probably shouldn't have.

And here we are.

Senator Cheryyh's cleared out
the last of the zoning hurdles.

After squeezing us for
another extra ten percent.

Bright-side, you'll be able to build
wahtever you want on your properties now.

Everyone's been paid off,
everyone's on board.

But we'll need to find a replacement
for Gao's heroin trade.

Without it, we might
have some off-the-books

cash flow issues down the road.

What's the word on
what happened with her?

Look's like she's in the wind.

Wouldn't have expected it, but

maybe she's not the
ally we thought she was.

Mmm, maybe she's not.

I asked Wesley to transfer funds
for me the night before we found him.

I thought financials was my job.

Yes, that's why I wanted
you to have a look at these.

There seem to be some
irregularities with my accounts.

Of course there are. I move
money around all the time.

It's a shell game to keep the
SEC off our backs, it's nothing.

Your hand's shaking.

'Cause
it's freezing out here.

Then why are you sweating, Leland?

All right, okay, Jesus.

I figured you'd find out sooner or later.

Wesley found out, didn't he?

He confronted you...

and you shot him.

I have no idea what happened to
Wesley. I wasn't a part of that.

But you had something to do
with the Benefit, didn't you?

You and Gao?

She's gone, you're
stealing from me.

It's not what you think.

Vanessa.

Do you blame us?

Just look at what's happened
since you took up with her.

You've been
distracted, emotional, erratic.

We just wanted to
nudge you back on track.

But, uh...

obviously that
went south, and so...

we will be parting ways...

and I'll be taking half
your assets with me.

You think that I would let
you walk away after what you've done?

That's exactly what you're gonna do,

because I have Detective Hoffman.

If I don't check in every 24 hours...

Hoffman gets dropped
off to the Feds...

tells them all the
shit he's been up to.

Hoffman, he's...

he's a frightened little worm.

He would never risk going against me.

Ten million buys a lot of courage.

He thinks he's going
into witness protection,

get the money on the other side.

Now, I know you'll get to
him before he cashes in,

but by then the damage will
already have been done...

and everything you've been fighting
so hard for will come tumbling down.

No.

I don't think we are.

You hurt her!

Wait, wait!

You hurt Vanessa!

Sweep the city.

Find Hoffman and put a bullet in his head.

Could have had my own deli,

an apron with my name on it and everything.

What?

Oh, it's just this. It's
the way it should be.

What, Foggy talking about cured meats?

Nelson and Murdock.

It's a start.

Uh, you, uh, find anything?

Well, there's thousands
and thousands of pages, I...

How'd Marci even get this out of
Landman & Zack without anyone noticing?

She can be very... distracting.

Hmm, I'll bet.

Concentrate on anything
pertaining to Silver & Brent.

Uh, liens, development, property holdings,

anything that might point to
where Owlsley is holding Hoffman.

The corruption, the bombings,
the cops that got shot,

Hoffman knows it all.

He turns, it won't just bring Fisk down.

It'll prove your man in the mask isn't
the asshole everyone thinks he is.

Wait, wait.

Alright, this is a rundown of all of
Silver & Brent's real estate holdings.

There's 187 just spread
out across New York State.

We already looked at that.

Well, yeah, but the same rundown dated
for the next day, it lists only 186.

Silver & Brent liquidate and
acquire new properties all the time.

One of them probably
just sold that day.

Well, I mean, that's what
I thought, but... look.

Look at the balance after the
property disappears from the record.

It hasn't changed.

So, if it was sold, wouldn't that
be reflected in the profit-loss?

Unless someone's trying to hide the fact

the property's been taken
off the records altogether.

No shift in profit-loss,
maybe no one notices.

Or it could just be a clerical error.

- Where's the property?
- Uh...

53rd and 10th.

Hell's Kitchen.

Right, stay here, keep looking through
the documents in case we're wrong.

I'll go to the 15th and
tell Brett what we found.

Couldn't you just call him?

Fisk might be tapping the police
lines for all we know. Keep working.

Hey, hey, hey.

You're not going to the 15th, are you?

I trust Brett, but he's just one
cop. He couldn't handle it alone.

But you can?

I know how you feel about what I do, Foggy.

This is the part where
law meets reality.

Either I put on the mask or we
risk losing Hoffman and Fisk wins.

You got my meatball sub?

- All clear.
- Check over there.

Clear!

Hey, Carl.

Been wondering where you got to.

You have an opportunity here, Detective.

By turning evidence on Fisk,
you can set things right.

If that's what you want.

If not, you can sit here
playing with yourself

until Fisk sends more men to kill you.

Decide.

It won't make a difference.
He owns the cops.

- I'll be dead before I can testify...
- Not all of them.

Turn yourself in to Brett
Mahoney, you can trust him.

And he knows a couple of lawyers that
can't be bought. They can help you.

Yeah.

Thanks for the tip.

I'll be following you to make
sure you get to the precinct alive.

Try to run, try to do anything
other than what I just told you,

you'll wish I never saved
you from that bullet.

I need to make a statement.

As we stated on the phone,

our client is willing to be
placed in protective custody

and waive all considerations for immunity.

- In exchange for what?
- Nothing.

Detective Hoffman regrets his involvement
in Wilson Fisk's criminal enterprise

and seeks only to unburden himself

in the eyes of God and
the state of New York.

Detective?

I've taken money, a lot of
money, to do things for...

For Fisk.

I'm not the only one.

There's cops, lawyers, judges...

At least one senator I know of.

Start from the beginning.
Names, dates, I want it all.

My partner and
I were first approached

by a man working for Wilson Fisk...

18 months ago.

I'm not a religious man...

but I've read bits and
pieces over the years.

Curiosity more than faith.

But this one story...

There was a man.

He was traveling from
Jerusalem to Jericho...

when he was set upon by men of ill intent

They stripped the traveler
of his clothes, they beat him,

and they left him bleeding in the dirt.

And a priest happened by...

saw the traveler.

But he moved to the other side
of the road and continued on.

And then a Levite, a
religious functionary, he...

came to the place, saw the dying traveler.

But he too moved to the other
side of the road.

Passed him by.

But then came a man from
Samaria, a Samaritan, a good man.

He saw the traveler bleeding in the road

and he stopped to aid him without
thinking of the circumstance

or the difficulty it might bring him.

The Samaritan tended to
the traveler's wounds,

applying oil and wine.

And he carried him to an inn,

gave him all the money he had

for the owner to take care of the traveler,

The Samaritan continued
on his journey

He did this simply because
the traveler was his neighbor.

He loved his city and all the people in it.

I always thought that I was
the Samaritan in that story.

It's funny, isn't it?

How even the best of men can be...

deceived by their true nature.

The hell does that mean?

It means that I'm not the Samaritan.

That I'm not the
priest, or the Levite.

That I am the ill intent...

who set upon the traveler on a road
that he should not have been on.

Once hailed as the
savior of Hell's Kitchen

is now believed to have been involved...

Now everybody knows what
kind of asshole Fisk really is.

And we are the ones that made
it happen, the three of us.

- And Marci.
- And Marci, God bless her designer pumps.

Maybe she's not that bad after all.

Woman does have a way of growing on you

See, this right here.

In this office.
This is what's important.

Knowing that the people
I care about are safe.

and having some sense of
closure for the one's we've lost

For Elena.

For Ben.

And everyone else that
son of a bitch has hurt.

- Go, go!
- Oh, shit!

Take cover! Take cover!

Tac One! Tac One!
Requesting sitrep! How copy?

Taking fire! We're
taking fire! Requesting backup.

Perimeter secure.
Retrieving package.

I don't know who you assholes think
you are, but if you don't back away,

I swear to God, I'll put a
bullet in this fat son of a bitch!

Let's get you out of here, sir.

Package acquired.

Move! Move!

Go!

If anyone tries to follow,
on the ground or in the air,

take them out.

Haven't had enough time to
get it all through the process.

Black parts will give the most protection,

red might deflect a knife,
depending on the angle.

Might not.

Thank you, Melvin.

Betsy? She gonna be safe
now from Mr. Fisk?

I made you a promise.

I intend to keep it.

Package is en route. I say again...

the package is en route.

ETA 18 minutes. Prepare for extraction.

Fifteen minutes to the drop.
Repeat, 15 minutes to the drop...

Not everyone deserves a happy ending.

You?

I wanted to make this city...

something better than it is.

Something beautiful.

You took that away from me!

You took everything!

I'm gonna kill you!

Take your shot.

Come on! Come on!

This city doesn't
deserve a better tomorrow!

It deserves to drown!

In its filth!

It deserves people like
my father! People like you!

This is my city... my family.

You really think that this will...

change anything?

You think one man in...

a silly little costume...

will...

will make a difference?

Police!

Show me your hands!

Do it!

Show me your hands!

Holy shit, it's you.

This man was a fugitive from
the law, and I stopped him.

We good?

Fifteen Sergeant Central.

Be advised,

Wilson Fisk under K, north
alley four-six and ten.

Copy that.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Hey, so what am I supposed to
call you when I file my report?

Daredevil.

That's what they're calling him now.

The man in the mask.

Daredevil?

Sounds like he's gonna jump Snake
River Canyon on his rocket cycle.

It kinda does, doesn't it?

Okay, okay.

I thought it was a bit goofy at
first, but it kinda grows on you.

And it's better than the
Devil of Hell's Kitchen anyway.

Not wrong there.

There! Done!

What do you think?

Nelson and Murdock.

Avocados at law.

"Avocados"?

It's a long story.

Which I do not have time to tell you.

Promised Marci I'd help her find a new job

since most of the partners at
Landman and Zack are under indictment.

Oh? You two getting back together?

No. I don't know.

Maybe.

Well, thank her for us.

For everything she did
helping bring Fisk down.

Fisk still needs to go to trial.

Just getting a court date on a
case this big could take a year.

- That long?
- He's where he belongs,

that's all that matters.

And we put him there.

Yeah, we did.

Hell of a sign

Now all we need are clients.

One day at a time,
partner. One day at a time.

Guess that means we
should get back to work.

- Hey, Karen.
- Yeah.

There's been
something in your voice.

It's been there for a while now.

I thought whatever it
was, whatever's been...

I thought it would get better
once Fisk was put away, but...

it hasn't, has it?

We put him away, yeah...

but it won't bring back Elena...

or Ben...

or erase what we've been through, or...

what we've had to do to get here.

Yeah.

A lot of decisions I'd give
anything to go back and change.

But I can't.

None of us can.

It's like I told Foggy, all
we can do is move forward...

together.

What about Murdock?

Stubborn, immature...

Still a real pain in the ass.

Will he be ready when the doors open?

I have no idea.