[first scene of the series: Matt Murdock goes to confession]
Matt Murdock: 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. Had a 24-31 record before he, uh… But he could take a punch. Jesus, he could take a punch.
Father Lantom: Language.
Matt: Sorry, Father. Yeah... Guys he went up against used to say it was like hitting oak. And nights when he was outmatched, my dad's strategy was to let 'em hit him 'til they broke their hands. Never got knocked out, my dad. Knocked down, sure, but he, uh, always got back up. He was always on his feet when he lost. Every now and then, though, uh… Every now and then, he'd get hit and something inside him would snap. My grandmother…She was the real Catholic. Fear of God ran deep. You'd have liked her. She used to say, "Be careful of the Murdock boys. They got the devil in 'em." And you'd see it sometimes in the ring. His eyes would go dead… and he'd start walking forward real slow, hands at his sides like he wasn't afraid of anything. And the other guy, he'd see that look, and he'd try to get away from him. Nah. My dad, he'd catch him and trap him in a corner. Let the devil out. Yeah. Now, I didn't understand it, you know? What he was feeling deep inside, I didn't understand it. Not back then.
Lantom: But you understand it now? Perhaps this would be easier if you tell me what you've done.
Matt: I'm not seeking penance for what I've done, Father. I'm asking forgiveness…for what I'm about to do.
Lantom: That's not how this works. What exactly are you about to do?
[Matt doesn't respond]
Susan Harris: [telling Foggy about the future offices Nelson and Murdock] You've got a reception area, a conference room and two offices. [Matt enters behind them] Corner suite has a view of the Hudson, you can flip a coin with your partner for it.
Matt: Uh, he can have the view.
Susan: [turns, realizes Matt is blind] I'm so sorry. I didn't...
Matt: [smiles] Of course not.
Susan: Susan Harris, Midtown Property Solution. [sticks her hand out]
Matt: Matt Murdock. [Susan remembers he can't see her hand and pulls it back, curtsying awkwardly]
Claire: [glances at unconscious Russian] Do you really want to get into this in front of him?
Matt: He's out.
Claire: Maybe he's faking.
Matt: [listens] He's not.
Claire: Okay, that right there? That's what I'm talking about. Okay, I find a guy in a dumpster who turns out to be some kind of blind vigilante who can do all of this really weird shit like smell cologne through walls and sense whether someone's unconscious or faking it. Slap on top of that, he can take an unbelievable amount of punishment without one damn complaint.
Matt: The last part's the Catholicism.
Jack Murdock: [into his wife's answering machine] Hey, it's, uh, it's me. I'm about to go do something…well, I'm about to go be me. You know better than anybody that doesn't always go so well. I don't know how this is gonna go, but if I were a betting man, Matty's gonna need you. More than ever. Look after him, okay? And I know what I'm asking here, but he's a good kid. He sure as hell didn't get that from me. So it's better this way. Just once, I want Matty to hear people cheer for his old man. Just once.
Claire: So, what? I'm supposed to take it on faith I'm on the right side of this?
Matt: You don't carry a masked man bleeding to death into your apartment on faith. You knew which side you were on the moment you found me. Why'd you help me, Claire?
Claire: I'm a nurse. Work the ER at Metro-General. A few weeks ago, cops bring in three men. Said they were robbing tourists, beating them up pretty bad. Apparently, a man in a black mask took issue with their activities and decided to step in. I counted nine broken bones between them. A few days after that, EMTs bring in a 19-year-old waitress, said some guy she knew waited for her after work in the parking lot, attacked her, tried to drag her in the alley. She said she screamed and screamed, and a man in a black mask heard her and he saved her life. So, yeah, word's getting around. And I want to believe in what you're doing.
[Matt and Foggy are arguing whether or not they should defend Healy]
Matt: You're the one that keeps saying we need real clients.
Foggy: That's not a client. It's a shark in a skin suit.
[Matt delivers a closing statement at Healy's trial]
Matt: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, forgive me if I seem distracted. I've been preoccupied of late with, uh, questions of morality. Of right and wrong, good and evil. Sometimes the delineation between the two is a sharp line. Sometimes it's a blur, and often it's like pornography: you just know when you see it. A man is dead. I don't mean to make light of that, but these questions... these questions are vital ones because they tether us to each other, to humanity. Not everyone feels this way. Not everyone sees the sharp line, only the blur. A man is dead. Um, a man is dead. And my client, John Healy, took his life. This is not in dispute. It is a matter of record, of fact, and facts have no moral judgment. They merely state what is. Not what we think of them, not what we feel. They just are. What was in my client's heart when he took Mr. Prohaszka's life, whether he is a good man or something else entirely, is irrelevant. These questions of good and evil, as important as they are, have no place in a court of law. Only the facts matter. My client claims he acted in self-defense. Mr. Prohaszka's associates have refused to make a statement regarding the incident. The only other witness, a frightened young woman, has stated that my client was pleasant and friendly, and that she only saw the struggle with Mr. Prohaszka after it had started. Those are the facts. Based on these and these alone, the prosecution has failed to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that my client was not acting solely in self-defense. And those, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, are the facts. My client, based purely on the sanctity of the law which we've all sworn an oath to uphold, must be acquitted of these charges. Now, beyond that, beyond these walls... he may well face a judgement of his own making. But here, in this courtroom, the judgement is yours and yours alone.
Owlsley: You've lost your strong-arm and the tape. You got nothing on juror eight now.
James Wesley: She's only a piece of the puzzle.
Owlsley: You ever try putting a puzzle together with a piece missing? It's damned aggravating.
[Healy has just given up Wilson Fisk's name to Matt]
John Healy: You think this is still about you? I gave up his name. You don't do that, not to him. He'll find me... and make an example... and then he'll find everyone I've ever cared about... and do the same to them... so that no one ever does what I just did. You should have just killed me. You coward. [turns and impales his head through a spike]
[Fisk is staring at a painting in an art gallery - it is made up of layers of textured white. Vanessa approaches him.]
Vanessa Marianna: 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?
Vanessa: 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?"
Ben Urich: Stories like this are built on sources, Miss Page. Credible sources. I did some digging into your, uh... past activities.
Karen: Well, I did some digging, too. I read every big story with your byline. The VA kickbacks, toxic runoff, the Teachers Union scandal. Hell, you pretty much brought down the Italian mob back when I was in diapers! What ever happened to that reporter, Mr. Urich?
Ben: He got old. And a hell of a lot less stupid.
Vanessa: How are you enjoying "Rabbit in a Snowstorm"?
Fisk: You remember.
Vanessa: Of course. It's one of my favorite pieces.
Fisk: I hung it in my bedroom. It's the last thing I see every night.
Vanessa: That's either very romantic or very sad.
Fisk: I like to tell myself it's the former.
Vanessa: The city's really changing.
Fisk: Not fast enough.
Vanessa: I don't know. Be a shame to see all the character scrubbed away.
Fisk: You didn't grow up here, did you?
Vanessa: [laughs] What gave it away?
Fisk: When I was a kid, I used to dream what it would be like to, to live somewhere far away from Hell's Kitchen. Somewhere beautiful.
Vanessa: What made you stay?
Fisk: I didn't. When I was 12 years old, my mother, she sent me to stay with relatives. Had a farm, middle of nowhere. Those were good years.
Vanessa: But you came back.
Fisk: Yes. Time and distance, they afford a certain clarity. I realized that this city was a part of me, that it was in my blood. And I would do anything to make it a better place for people like you.
Fisk: A woman that can be bought isn't worth having.
Wesley: They say the past is etched in stone, but it isn't. It's smoke trapped in a closed room, swirling changing. Buffeted by the passing of years and wishful thinking. But even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. The past can never be completely erased. It lingers. Like the scent of burning wood.
Matt: I can hear your bones shift when you breathe. No grinding means nothing's broken.
Claire: What does a hairline fracture sound like?
Matt: [pause] An old ship?
[they both smile]
Claire: How do you…I mean, I know that you're blind, but you see so much. How?
Matt: I guess you have to think of it as more than just five senses. I can't see, not like everyone else, but I can feel. Things like balance and direction. Micro-changes in air density, vibrations, blankets of temperature variations. Mix all that with what I hear, subtle smells. All of the fragments form a sort of impressionistic painting.
Claire: Okay, but what does that look like? Like, what do you actually see?
Matt: [pause] A world on fire.
Claire: If all I saw was fire, I'd probably want to hit people too.
Owlsley: Where are the Smiley Twins? Sleeping off another kidnapping?
Fisk: The Ranskahovs are no longer a part of this organization.
Owlsley: Since when?
Fisk: Since I removed Anatoly's head with my car door.
Karen:[smacks the new photocopier in frustration] UGH! Gosh! You don't make any sense!
Foggy: [amused] Whoa, be nice to it! You know, for when the machines take over.
Karen:[smiles] I can't get any of this crap I bought to work!
Foggy: 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.
Karen: No, it's the rats.
Foggy: The who what now? [Matt comes in]
Karen:[scoffs] They chewed through the main line. Phone guy's working on it now. Exterminator's Monday.
Foggy: We have rats now? I'm never sleeping here again!
Matt: Then there's an upside.
Vanessa: So why does a man like you feel alone?
Fisk: Nature of my business, I suppose.
Vanessa: And what kind of business is that?
Fisk: Rebuilding this city. I want to carve something beautiful out of its ugliness…set free its potential.
Vanessa: You sound like an artist.
Fisk: I'm just a man with a dream.
Vanessa: What do you think an artist is? [indicating his cufflinks] Are those the only ones you have? You were wearing them last time.
Fisk: They were my father's. I wear them every day to remember him.
Vanessa: Did he pass?
Fisk: When I was a boy. May I ask you something now?
Vanessa: I'd say you've earned it.
Fisk: What kind of gun is that you have in your purse?
Vanessa: It's a .22.
Fisk: Did you think you would need that tonight?
Vanessa: We've been sitting here talking for hours and you're going to insult me like I have no idea what you really do?
Fisk: What I said about what I want for this city is the truth. But money and influence is not enough to usher change on such a scale. Sometimes it requires force.
Vanessa: I know you're a dangerous man. That's why I brought a gun to a dinner date.
Fisk: Would you like to leave?
Vanessa: No. I'd like a reason to stay.
Fisk: 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.
Vanessa: So I don't need the gun?
Fisk: No. By my side is the safest place that you could ever be.
Claire: Why don't you go to the police with all that you have on the Russians?
Matt: I wear a mask and beat on people. Doesn't exactly mesh with police policy.
[Matt has just brought Vladimir to an abandoned building]
Matt: Don't move. You've been shot. [Vladimir curses in Russian] That sounds pretty bad, but I don't speak asshole.
Foggy: [Watching footage of the explosion] Jesus, look at this. It's like a war zone out there. We better call Matt and make sure he's okay. [Takes out his phone]
Karen: Foggy, you're bleeding.
Foggy: Huh? [looks and notices that his shirt is indeed soaked with blood] Oh, that explains it.
Karen: Explains what?
Foggy: The stabbing pain in my side.
[Matt needs to treat Vladimir's bullet wound, so he calls Claire]
Matt: I need your help. I found someone who has intel on what I've been looking for, but he's been shot.
Claire: So call 911!
Matt: Can't. Police are the ones that shot him. I'm thinking they'd like a crack at finishing the job.
Claire: Do you want me to come out to you? In all this?
Matt: No. I want you to walk me through stabilizing him.
Claire: It's not as easy as it looks in the movies, you know?
Matt: I don't really go to the movies. I like records, though.
Fisk: You and I have a lot in common.
Matt: We're nothing alike.
Fisk: That's what you'll tell yourself.
Matt: You're feeding off this city like a cancer.
Fisk: I want to save this city, like you. Only on a scale that matters.
Matt: Now tell that to the people you've hurt.
Fisk: Young man, life is not a fairy tale. Not everyone deserves a happy ending.
Fisk: You're a child playing at being a hero.
Matt: No, no, I'm not trying to be a hero. I'm just a guy that got fed up with men like you and I decided to do something about it.
Fisk: That's what makes you dangerous. It's not the mask. It's not the skills. It's your ideology. The lone man who thinks he can make a difference. I'm glad we could talk. I, I respect your conviction even if it runs counter with my own.
Stick: Then shut up and eat it. I'll ask the questions. First thing you gotta understand is nobody feels sorry for you and nobody ever will. 'Cause when it comes to being born lucky you won the friggin' lottery.
Young Matt: I did?
Stick: [Smacks him with his cane] What did I say about questions?
Young Matt: "Shut up."
Stick: Good. How old were you when you got blinded?
Young Matt: Nine.
Stick: Nine? So you had nine whole years of looking at movies, blue skies, up girlies' skirts that I never had. I was born blind. You don't hear me whining about it, do you?
Young Matt: No.
Stick: So, you're nine years old, walking along, minding your own business and whammo! Get hit by a truck, killed dead on the spot.
Young Matt: I wasn't killed.
Stick: You lived? Praise God, it's a miracle. So you survive the truck and get this chemical shit in your eyes. What next?
Young Matt: I hear things.
Stick: What kind of things?
Young Matt: Everything. Coughs and fights and cats meowing. Sometimes blocks away. I can sense things. I know where things are and when they move. But I can't see.
Stick: You know what they call stuff like that? Gifts. The special kind. The kind that very few people have. Or deserve.
Young Matt: I never thought of it that way.
Stick: Well, that's because you're stupid.
Young Matt: I'm not stupid, I'm smart.
Stick: 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. What's it gonna be, Matty? You gonna spend your life crying and rocking yourself to sleep at night? Or are you gonna dig deep and find out what it takes to reshuffle those cards life dealt you? Your call.
Ben: There are no heroes, no villains. Just people with different agendas.
Young Matt: No one's bought me ice cream since my dad died.
Stick: What's it taste like?
Young Matt: Vanilla.
Stick: [scoffs] Everybody can taste vanilla. Pay a little more attention, use those gifts. You know what you got? [sniffs] Sugar grains, vanilla bean, milk from three different dairies from two states... [licks] ugh... batch of chemicals straight off the periodic tables and... [sniffs] dirt off the guy's hand that served it to you. He spent his morning gardening. Whole world around you, Matty, and it is friggin' huge. And all you need... are the guts to let it in. Try. That dog, what's his story?
Young Matt: He's hungry... his stomach's growling... and he's dying to eat the hot dogs that guy's carrying just upwind of him.
Stick: Not bad. What about the girl?
Young Matt: Her skin's... Her skin's too hot. Her heart's beating fast. Is she sick?
Stick: Worse. She's in love. And the old man?
Young Matt: He's...He's dying.
Stick: And there's nothing you can do about it. Big world, not all of it flowers and sunshine. And the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go.
Young Matt: My dad. They paid him to lose against Creel. But... But I wanted him to win. So he did because of me. Because of me. I just wanted him to come home.
Stick: But he didn't and he never will. We all pay for our choices kid. 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.
Stick: [to Matt] Kid, in war, people die. If it's not you, it's the guy next to you. How many men have you killed protecting this city? You're still afraid to cross that line. Someday, it's gonna come down to you or the other guy. If it's not Fisk, somebody else. What're you gonna do then?
[Fisk wants Detective Hoffman to kill his partner Detective Blake so that Blake won't squeal on Fisk]
Fisk: I know that you have feelings regarding this matter. I respect that. But if Detective Blake chooses to speak out of turn the result would be unpleasant, for you and for me.
Detective Carl Hoffman: Out of turn? You shot him!
Wesley: Technically, we paid someone else to shoot him.
Daredevil: I didn't blow the hell out of the Russians. And I didn't shoot those cops.
Ben: So, what? You want me to write your side of this?
Daredevil: No, I want you to expose the man responsible. The man who's tearing this city apart, piece by piece.
Ben: You got a name?
Daredevil: Wilson Fisk.
Ben: Never heard of him.
Daredevil: Because he doesn't want you to. That's what makes him dangerous. Living in the shadows, no one knowing who he is.
Ben: Said the man in the mask.
[After Madame Gao calls Fisk out on pretending to not understand Chinese just so that he could keep Wesley on hand for meetings]
Madame Gao: It is the clever man who plays the fool. And a foolish woman who does not recognize it.
Ben: "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 exist, 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.
[Fisk calls a press conference]
Fisk: 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 madmen 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. We must stand up to them. As this man, my dearest friend, Leland Owlsley, a pillar in the financial community, stood up when he was recently assaulted. But this assault was for no other reason than to send me a message. A message warning me to stop. To give up my dream that I have for this city. A dream of a better place. A place for its citizens to feel safe. To feel pride. I tried to do this quietly, not wanting to draw attention. The last thing I wanted was for anyone close to me to become a target from those who do not share my dream. 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.
Matt: No. Do you believe he exists? In this world, among us.
Lantom: You want the short answer or the long one?
Matt: Just the truth.
Lantom: When I was in seminary I was more studious than pious, more skeptical than most of my peers. I had this notion which I was more than willing to speak about, at length, to whoever I could corner, that the Devil was inconsequential. Minor figure in the grand scheme.
Matt: Not very Catholic of you.
Lantom: Uh-huh, yeah. In my defense, in the scriptures, the Hebrew word "Satan" actually means "adversary." It's applied to any antagonist. Angels and humans, serpents and kings. Medieval theologians reinterpreted those passages to be about a single monstrous enemy. And, in my youthful zeal, I was certain I knew why: propaganda. Played up to drive people into the church.
Matt: So you don't believe he exists.
Lantom: Am I done talking?
Lantom: Years later, 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'd helped them all through famines, disease. The militia liked to force Hutu villagers to murder their neighbors with machetes. But nobody would raise a hand against Gahiji. They said, "Well how can we kill such a holy man?" So the militia commander 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 the chance to say goodbye to his family. By the time he was done, even the soldiers didn't wanna kill him. So they went to their commander and asked permission to shoot him. At least give him a quick death. The commander wanted to meet this man who had 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. In that man who took Gahiji's life, I saw the Devil. So yes, Matthew. I believe he walks among us, taking many forms.
Lantom: I was worried you might've gone out and done something foolish, after our talk this morning.
Matt: I haven't done anything. Not yet.
Lantom: Sounds a bit on the ominous side.
Matt: I went to visit someone close to the... close to the Devil. Not to hurt her, just to get a sense of him. Of who he is and what it would take to... do what I have to.
Lantom: And... what did you learn?
Matt: That he has someone he loves... who loves him, who'd mourn his loss.
Lantom: Mmm-hmm. Few things are absolute, Matthew. Even Lucifer was once an angel. It's why judgment and vengeance... are best left to God. Especially when murder is not in your heart.
Matt: How do you know?
Lantom: You're here, aren't you?
Matt: I know my soul is damned if I take his life. But if I stand idle, if I... if I let him consume this city, all the people that will suffer and die...
Lantom: There is a wide gulf between inaction and murder, Matthew. Another man's evil does not make you good. Men have used the atrocities of their enemies to justify their own throughout history. So the question you have to ask yourself is: are you struggling with the fact that you don't want to kill this man but have to? Or that you don't have to kill him but want to?
Vanessa: You don't need sight to appreciate art, but you do need honesty.
Matt: Sight helps.
Vanessa: Sure. But there's something very intimate in experiencing art through someone else's eyes. That's a good line, by the way. You should use it.
Vanessa: So, give me an idea what you're after.
Matt: I'm not sure.
Vanessa: Good... art isn't furniture. If you knew exactly what you were looking for, you'd be just decorating. Art should speak to you... move you. [Walks up to a piece] This one, for example. One of my favorite pieces.
Matt: Describe it to me.
Vanessa: Imagine a sea of tonal reds. The color of anger... of rage... but also the color of the heart... of love... hope. This strikes the perfect balance between the two.
Foggy: Okay, so you get these whatever-you-call-thems when you're a kid. How do you go from that to what you're doing now?
Matt: When I was a kid, before the accident…I'd lay awake at night listening to the sirens. I liked to put stories to them. Trying to figure out what they were for, ambulance or cops, robbery or fire. I don't know, just a stupid game. But after I lost my sight, after my abilities developed, I realized how many sirens there actually were…how much this city suffered every single night.
Foggy: You've been running around doing this since you were a kid?
Matt: No. I…I tried not to fight…to make my dad proud. To…to block it out. The sirens, the pain, the fear, all strangling Hell's Kitchen. For years, I buried my head and turned away. Then one night, right after we quit Landman & Zack…I heard it.
Foggy: Heard what?
Matt: A little girl. Crying in her bed, in a building down the block. Her father liked to go to her room late at night…when his wife was asleep.
Foggy: [horrified] Oh, Jesus.
Matt: I called Child Services. Like you're supposed to. But the mom, she wouldn't believe it. Said it wasn't true. And the dad, he was smart. [scoffs] He made sure what he did, how he did it, didn't leave a mark. The law couldn't do anything to help that little girl. But I could. [Matt is shown beating said father senseless] He spent the next month in a hospital, eating through a straw. And I never slept better.
Foggy: We are both one day gonna be fine, upstanding members of the legal profession. El grande…how do you say "lawyers" in Spanish?
Matt: Lawyers? Abogados.
Foggy: El grande avocados!
Matt: [laughs] That's not Spanish, that's fruit.
Foggy: Pfft. It's a vegetable at best.
Gao: There is conflict within you.
Gao: Man cannot be both savior and oppressor, light and shadow. One has to be sacrificed for the other. Choose and choose wisely. Or others shall choose for you.
Foggy: You're going to get yourself killed, you keep this up. You know that, right?
Matt: I can take care of myself.
Foggy: What about the rest of us? Me, Karen…we're a part of this now, because of you. And we didn't get a say in that.
Matt: What do you think's gonna happen if I give up now, Foggy? Who's going to stop Fisk?
Foggy: Oh, I don't know. The law?
Matt: Tell that to Elena. [pause] If you could have put on a mask and prevented what happened to her…you telling me you wouldn't have?
Foggy: It's not fair, Matt.
Matt: We don't live in a world that's fair. We live in this one.
[Owlsley talks with Fisk about Nobu's fight with the man in the mask]
Owlsley: You burned him alive? Christ.
Fisk: I never laid a hand on Nobu.
Owlsley: So, you maneuvered that masked idiot to take him out. Same result.
Fisk: I need you to speak with Gao.
Owlsley: Me? The hell am I gonna say to her?
Fisk: Reassure her everything is fine.
Owlsley: So, you want me to lie.
Wesley: Mmm, you weren't particularly fond of Nobu. You thought he was unsettling, if I recall.
Owlsley: I think you're unsettling half the time. See me lighting a match?
Ben: I've been writing about crime in this city since before you were born. The only thing I know without a doubt is you don't get to be the man at the top without making enemies looking to tear you down to the ground.
Lantom: I have a pretty good idea who you are and what you do. How you do it… That's something else entirely.
Matt: Accident when I was a kid. Used to think it was God's will.
Lantom: Used to?
Matt: Yeah, he made each and every one of us with a purpose, didn't he? A reason for being.
Lantom: I believe so, yes.
Matt: Then why did he put the Devil in me? Why do I feel it in my heart and my soul clawing to be let out if that's not all part of God's plan?
Lantom: Maybe you're being called to summon the better angels of your nature. Maybe that's the struggle you're feeling deep within you.
Matt: And how do you know the angels and the Devil inside me aren't the same thing?
Lantom: I don't, but nothing drives people to the church faster than the thought of the Devil snapping at their heels. Maybe that was God's plan all along. Why he created him, allowed him to fall from grace to become a symbol to be feared warning to us all, to tread the path of the righteous.
Karen: Isn't it a bit early for beer?
Matt: Depends what kind of day you're having.
Wesley: Reach out to Gao.
Owlsley: Me? What if she's the one who did all this?
Wesley: Well, you said you didn't think it was her.
Owlsley: What the hell do I know? I was almost poisoned. I'm not thinking straight.
Wesley: Speak with Gao... if she wasn't involved, we might need her support against further unpleasantries.
Owlsley: And if she was involved?
Wesley: Then it's been an honor doing business with you.
Wesley: Do you love this city?
Karen: I, I, um, haven't been here long enough.
Wesley: Huh. I find a few days, a week at most, is ample time to form an emotional response. Growing to love something is really simply forgetting slowly what you dislike about it. I'll be perfectly honest, the situation calls for it, I do not love this city. The crush of the unwashed garbage stacked on the sidewalk, the air that seems to adhere to your skin, the layer of filth you can never completely wash away.
Karen: Maybe you should move.
[. . .]
[after Wesley leaves his gun on the table, Karen summons up enough strength to grab it and point it at him]
Wesley: [bluffing] Do you really think I would put a loaded gun on the table where you could reach it?
Karen: I don't know. [cocks it] Do you really think this is the first time I've shot someone?
Wesley: Miss Page—
[Karen calls Wesley's bluff and shoots him in the right shoulder; he stares at her in shock, and she puts six more rounds into his chest, killing him]
Fisk: It's a difficult thing, isn't it? Taking a life. Feeling the weight and responsibility of all the years the person you've murdered has lived—moments that they've cherished, the dreams that they've struggled towards—gone, because of you. I want you to know something. Something important that I've learned: that it gets easier the more you do it.
Ben: Run the article. It'll sell papers, it's sexy.
Mitchell Ellison: You sound like a whore.
Ben: Well, I learned how to be one from you. I get lucky sometimes, sure. Land a story that makes a difference, like Union Allied. But most of the time, now, working for this paper... I might as well be wearing lipstick and a red dress.
Owlsley: So, what's our play here?
Gao: The wheel constantly turns. We must adapt to its position, or be crushed beneath it.
Owlsley: What? Where the hell are you going?
Gao: I will visit my homeland and reflect upon the future.
Owlsley: Home? China?
Gao: It is a considerable distance farther.
Owlsley: Wind blows the hardest the closer you get to the mountain top.
[Fisk has broken into Ben's apartment]
Ben: People seek the truth no matter where they find it.
Fisk: That may have been the case when you and I were young. This world around us is preoccupied with celebrity weddings and videos of cats. But complicated issues, issues that matter? They take too much focus. They take too much time away from texting and the thousand channels on the satellite dish.
Ben: Guess I have more faith in humanity.
Fisk: Ah. So did Christ, if I recall. I'll go. Just one more thing: Were you alone when you spoke to my mother?
Ben: [realizing] Your guy at the Bulletin?
Fisk: Yes, I received a call that was upsetting. Were you alone?
Ben: Yeah. I was alone.
Fisk: Wesley, was that you?
Fisk: 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.
Ben: 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?
Fisk: [seething with rage] But this is my mother that you brought into this, Mr. Urich. My mother! So I am not here to threaten you. I'm here to kill you. [He suddenly stands up and grabs Urich by the neck. Urich struggles. Fisk throws him to the ground and chokes him to death with his bare hands]
Fisk: I was thinking about a story from the Bible.
FBI Guard 1: Did I tell you to open your mouth?
FBI Guard 2: Let 'im talk. Don't mean nothin'.
Fisk: 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 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, as the Samaritan, he 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.
FBI Agent 1: What the hell does that mean?
Fisk: 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!
Sgt. Brett Mahoney: The way things are going around here, I'm thinking about taking an early pension. Move my mom somewhere warm.
Matt: Be a shame. The only cop on the force we know for sure is honest.
Mahoney: Never see Serpico? Honest cops are usually the ones get shot in the face.
Fisk: [as he thrashes Daredevil] This city doesn't deserve a better tomorrow! It deserves to drown in its filth! It deserves people like my father! People like you!
Daredevil: [suddenly blocking his attack] This is my city! My family!
Fisk: [defeated; laughs at Daredevil] You really think…you can change anything? You think, one man, a silly look costume, will make a difference…? [Daredevil knocks him down]
Foggy: You sure you don't want an x-ray? Maybe a psych eval?
Matt: An aspirin's fine, buddy.
Blake Tower: It's an ongoing investigation. But our intelligence people are close to completing a profile.
Foggy: A profile?
Blake: Even got a code name.
Foggy: Like what? "Killdozer," or "Dumbass With A Gun"?
Blake: Not quite. They're calling this one "The Punisher".
[Castle walks into a pawn shop. He approaches the owner, who nervously grabs the handle of the double barreled gun under his desk]
Pawn Shop Owner: Do I know you?
Castle: I need an NYPD mobile communications rig. One that gets encrypted tactical frequencies.
Pawn Shop Owner:[scoffs] What do I look like, RadioShack? Anyway, dealing in this shit is illegal. [Castle puts a couple $100 bills down on the counter] You sure you're not a cop? 'Cause that's trouble I don't need. [Castle moves to pick up his money] Whoa, whoa, whoa! I gotta ask, right? Just hold on. [The owner unlocks a cabinet in the back and removes a heavy satchel containing a communications rig] Yep. Straight out of Officer McDipshit's dashboard. Gets you tactical bands, surveillance feeds. Hell, it'll probably pick up the mayor banging his boyfriend. [Castle scoffs] It's a grand. We're talking about a one-of-a-kind item. [Castle counts out a few more $100s and plants them on the counter. Castle notices the surveillance camera watching the counter]
Castle: Video tape.
Pawn Shop Owner: Sure. What the hell. [He removes the tape from the system]
Castle: What about the double-barrel under the counter? [Castle deposits a few more $100s. The owner takes out his double-barrel and empties the shells. Castle pockets the shells, then picks up the communications rig and begins walking towards the door]
Pawn Shop Owner:[clears throat] Hey, man, hold on. Sure I can't get you anything else? You know, I got it all, man. Yeah, bondage... back-door, grannies. Or maybe you're in the market for something younger? She's barely 12. Guaranteed! [Castle stops and drops his satchel] Haha, you like that, huh? For a 100$, she's all yours. [Castle flips the sign in the door from "Open" to "Closed", then turns around and begins walking back towards the counter] That's my man. [As he strides towards the counter, Castle picks up a baseball bat] What the hell are you doin'? Hey, man, just take it easy. [stammering] I'm just trying to make a buck! [Castle swings the bat at the owner's head]
[Karen and Foggy are at the office]
Foggy: Anything else we've been ignoring?
Karen: Uh, yeah. Um... There you go. [hands Foggy a bunch of envelopes]
Foggy: Thank you. [flips through the mail] "Overdue." "Past Due." "Final Notice." Hey! "First Notice." That's a win.
Matt: You think, uh you think he's crazy? Uh, the Punisher?
Karen: No. I think he was inevitable.
Matt: Inevitable? How so?
Karen: Maybe maybe we created him. All of us. The moment that we let Daredevil, or the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, or whatever it is...
Matt: There's there's no connection.
Karen: Well, actually, I think it's a pretty straight line, Matt. Daredevil practiced vigilante justice in our backyard and we applauded him for it. I know that I did. And we never stopped to think that maybe his actions could open the door for men like this. Men men with guns. Men who think that the law belongs to them.
Daredevil: I'm just saying, I know it can be hard.
Castle: Do you? You know it can be hard? You run around this city in a pair of little boy's pajamas and a mask. You go home at night, right? Take that mask off, maybe you think…it wasn't you who did those things, maybe it was somebody else. Well, see, soldiers... we don't wear masks, yeah? We don't get that privilege.
Claire: You know, you're good with people.
Foggy: Yeah, I'm a real charmer.
Claire: I'm serious. The only thing I ever saw stop a thug mid-fight... was a bigger thug.
Foggy: Yeah, I like to keep it thuggish.
Castle: I think that the people I kill need killing, that's what I think.
Daredevil: You left men hanging from meat hooks!
Castle: They got off easy, in my opinion.
Daredevil: You shot up a hospital.
Castle: Yeah, and nobody got hurt who didn't deserve it.
Daredevil: Oh, yeah. What--what about you, Frank? What happens the day someone decides you deserve it?
Castle: I'll tell you what, they better not miss.
Castle: Look around, Red. This city, it stinks. It's a sewer. It stinks and it smells like shit and I can't get the stink out of my nose. I think that this world, it needs men that are willing to make the hard call. I think you and me are the same!
Daredevil: That's bullshit, Frank, and you know it!
Castle: Only I do the one thing that you can't. You hit them and they get back up, I hit them and they stay down. It's permanent. I make sure that they don't make it out on the street again. I take pride in that.
Daredevil: The people you murder deserve another chance.
Castle: What, to kill again? Rape again? Is that what you want?
Daredevil: No, Frank. To try again, Frank. To try. And if you don't get that, there's something broken in you you can't fix, and you really are a nutjob.
Castle: What did you say?
Daredevil: You're... you're unhinged... Frank. You are. You think God made you a one-man firing squad. But you're wrong. There is goodness in people, even in you. And you're gonna have to kill me, 'cause I'm never gonna stop coming for you, until I take you down. You wanna know why? Why's that? Because you're insane.
Finn Cooley: The Irish may not have invented revenge, but we sure as hell took some time perfecting it.
Castle: I gotta say, sometimes... sometimes I think you really just might be the Devil.
Daredevil: Sometimes I think I might be, too.
Castle: It's... One Batch, Two Batch, Penny and Dime, you know? It was her favorite book. You gotta cross the ocean, and go fight. You see, whole time you're thinking you're gonna be scared, right? But then you're not. See, that part of it was always easy for me. Killing. Even watching my buddies die, it just didn't mean nothing. The first time I got scared was on a plane on the way home. I kept thinking God was gonna pull the rug out from under us, you know? Shit, that's his kind of funny, you know. But the plane landed safe and we were home. Driving through traffic. Yeah, you pass fast food and donut shops and all that greasy shit, the shit you fought to protect, and then the car stops. We were outside her school. I get to her classroom, right? She's in there, but she's got no idea. She's got no idea Daddy's home. I walk in, these kids, they're not even studying, they're-they're doing some kind of yoga. Yeah. You know? She's there. She's doing her poses, you know, she's bending and, you know, she's moving. She looks like a flower. Yeah. And you know, you can't even understand it, you know, how does something like that have... How does something that beautiful have... How does that... how does that come from me, you know? And she looks up and she sees me. I see her. By God, that's real. That's real, Red. Boom. In an instant, she's across that classroom floor, she's in my arms. She's squeezing me so tight, I swear I was gonna bust a rib, you know? We just stayed there like that, we're holding each other. Teacher's filming the whole thing on her phone, you know, she's gonna put it on YouTube or some shit. She can't hold the thing steady, because, you know, she's... she's bawling so hard, and the kids are all wailing, you know, they're screaming. And me? Shit, I'm the worst of all. I'm a... I'm a rubber-faced clown, you know? I cried so hard. But not my baby. Not my girl. You know, she's my girl. She's... she's not crying, she's holding me up. My girl, she's keeping me on my feet. She says, "I knew it, Daddy. I knew it." And then we go home. To the wife, the boy. Place is the exact same, it's like it was just holding its breath waiting for me to get back, you know? Then it hit me. All of it, you know? The first time I felt how tired I was, you know, I was just tired, you know? You ever been tired, Red?
Castle: So, you know. It's just, I couldn't do nothing, you know? All the things. I couldn't take my wife to bed. Ball with the boy. Shit... I was too tired, I couldn't even drink a goddamn beer, you know? But not her. My girl was up. See, she wanted to, uh, she wanted me to tuck her in. She... she outgrew it, she knew it, but she didn't care. She wanted it. She had that book. Her favorite book was out on the pillows. One Batch, Two Batch, Penny and Dime, you know? I read her that book every night before this shit. I read it every single night, but, see, that was over now, because Daddy's home now. She looked at me and she begged me, Red. She begged. She begged. I said, "No. Daddy's too tired, see. But I'll... I'll read to you tomorrow night. I promise." Yeah. Never think that for her there was not gonna be any tomorrow, see? The last time I'd see her, I'd be holding her lifeless body in my arms. Meat was spilling out of her, Red. The place where her face used to be. I think I'm done, Red. I think I'm done.
Castle: I guess, uh... I guess I was wrong.
Castle: About you being a pussy.
Daredevil: Don't get all sweet on me now, Frank.
Foggy: Careful, Matt.
Matt: What's that?
Foggy: Keep going like this, you just might end up happy. And for a Catholic boy, that's a pretty dangerous thing.
[Foggy has swiped some caviar while he and Matt crash a party]
Foggy: Are you gonna kick us out, bro?
Waiter: Depends. Are you pompous jackasses?
Matt: Uh, well, we're not... pompous.
Elektra Natchios: A long time ago, before he died, my father did business with the Roxxon Corporation.
Elektra: Energy, cleaning supplies, macaroni and cheese. Child labor, slave trade. They have their fingers in everything. I believe it's called diversification.
Elektra: You're the only person I can trust.
Matt: Well, sweetheart, you don't break into my house and then talk to me about trust.
[Blake pays a visit to Nelson & Murdock]
Foggy: You know it's really not a good idea to piss her off. So, what can I do for the Assistant District Attorney?
Blake: It's more, "what I can do for you", Mr. Nelson. We need all your files on the Grote case. Notes, interviews, any and all recordings and e-mails.
Foggy: And in return, we get...
Blake: I convince District Attorney Reyes to scratch the names of Nelson and Murdock off her shit-list.
Foggy: Wow. There's an actual list?
Blake: Mr. Nelson, I-
Foggy: I'm sorry. Believe me, the sooner this Punisher mess is off our plate, the better. So show me a subpoena and... [Blake appears to be somewhat nervous] Is there a problem?
Blake: [takes a seat] Are you really gonna make me jump through hoops for this?
Foggy: Trust me, there's nothing I'd rather do more than cooperate with your office. But a legal firm sharing privileged communications with a client, I mean, even a deceased one, without a court order? I've seen lawyers get disbarred for less. And I don't know about you, but I worked really hard for my law degree. Nights and everything.
Blake: Reyes... she staked all her political chips on the conviction of this Punisher freak. Now, if things'll go her way, there'll be an opening in the District Attorney's office in the not-so-distant future.
Foggy: And DA Tower has a nice ring to it.
Blake: Now, I'd start considering the benefits that could accrue if your firm were more... cooperative.
Foggy: Like I said. Show me a subpoena, and I'll cooperate like a son of a bitch.
Blake: Reyes is gonna roll over you like a tank.
Foggy: You keep saying that. And yet... still kinda here.
Matt: I don't drink anything they don't serve at Josie's.
Elektra: I know who you are because I watch the news. "The successful apprehension of Wilson Fisk."
Matt: I wear a mask.
Elektra: Well, you can't mask that ass. I'd know it anywhere.
Elektra: I have a rule of my own.
Elektra: No sex.
Matt: Oh, my God. You have a pair on you. This may come as a surprise to you, but I've actually moved on in the ten years since you left. I'm seeing someone now, which is only part of the reason why I have zero interest in ever starting anything up with you ever again.
Elektra: Of course you do. Check, please.
Matt: You're still so arrogant.
Elektra: Just realistic.
Matt: What makes you think every man you meet wants to sleep with you?
Elektra: Because so far, they have.
Karen: Is this your first case?
Christopher Roth: Second. I won my first. Domestic violence. I believe in protecting women.
Karen: [sarcastically] Thanks, from all of us.
Foggy: Is this about saving a man or saving a vigilante?
Matt: He's a person. Like you, Foggy. Like me. And he shouldn't have to die.
Matt: After last night, the Yakuza know they've been compromised, which means security's gonna be tight.
Foggy: Mr. Castle is as much a victim... no, he's not. Okay, so... you're 19... standing in hot sand... sun burning down... noise... yelling, gunfire... The only thing that you know for sure is that you're surrounded by an enemy that wants you dead. But you do it. You endure it. Why? Because you have orders. And you have a duty. And also because your life doesn't end here. You have people you love waiting at home. Because... aside from being a decorated Marine, the man before you is a good husband and an excellent father. Frank Castle returned from the hell of war wanting nothing more than to pick up his life. But his wife, young son, and daughter were brutally murdered by criminals, and no one, not the police and certainly not the District Attorney stepped up to make it right. See, Frank Castle never came home. He just traded in one war zone for another. This trial isn't about vigilantes. It's about the failure of the justice system. And how one man, Frank Castle, is being used as a pawn to cover up that system's mistakes. The prosecution wants blood. But as the judge just said, to get it, they have to prove their case beyond a reasonable doubt. So all I'm asking of you today... keep an open mind. That's all, Your Honor.
Karen: Just for a minute... try... try to be Frank Castle. To be solely fueled by... by a single cluster of seconds. One moment in... in your entire life... And every time you close your eyes, you relive that moment. And every time you open them, you find only the... the briefest peace before you realize that that nightmare is real. That nothing has changed. Your family isn't coming back. And so you watch them die... all over again right in front of you. We're not talking about something that happened to Frank Castle, we're talking about something that is happening to him.
Matt: Your Honor, New York hasn't seen a trial this divisive and this public in years.
Foggy: Finding an impartial jury is not easy. Everybody has an opinion about Frank Castle.
Judge Cynthia Batzer: It's New York, Mr. Nelson. Everybody has an opinion about everything.
Elektra: What do you tell people? About? Where you got your scars?
Matt: Um... Lucky me, I wear suits to work, so... rarely comes up.
Elektra: What do you tell the women you bring home?
Matt: Well, they're enjoying themselves too much.
Elektra: I was only following your rules.
Daredevil: What rules?
Elektra: You don't get what you want by day. You take it by force at night. This is who you are, Matthew. And don't fool yourself into thinking it's anything else.
Castle: You know those, uh... those people? The ones I put down, the people I killed? I want you to know that I'd do it all again. This is a circus, all right? It's a charade, it's an act. It's bullshit about how crazy I am.
Castle: I ain't crazy! I'm not crazy. Okay? I know what I did. I know who I am. And I do not need your help. I'm smack-dab in the middle of my right goddamn mind, and any scumbag, any... any lowlife, any maggot piece of shit that I put down, I did it... because I liked it! Hell, I loved it! I'm sittin' here, I'm... I'm just itching. I'm itching to do it again. And you think... What, you think you're gonna send me to a nuthouse? Some doctor, they're gonna get me to stop from doing what I want to do? Well, that ain't happening! Not on my watch! You people, you call me the Punisher, ain't that right? The big bad Punisher.
Castle: Well, here I am!
Batzer: Remove the witness.
Castle: You want it, you got it! I am the Punisher! I'm right here! You want it, I'll give it to you. And anybody who came here today to hear me whine, to hear me beg? Well, you can kiss my ass! Do you hear me? I'm guilty. Come on, please, Judge! I'm guilty, you hear me? I'm guilty! I'm guilty!
Elektra: We live on the front lines. Like it or not.
Matt: It doesn't mean we have to fight Stick's way. He kills his enemies, and we don't have to.
Elektra: You make that choice sound so easy.
Matt: No, it's not easy. It's impossible. But it's a choice and it's a choice that I remake every single day. Every second, sometimes. And you can, too.
Stick: They found the secret.
Matt: What secret?
Stick: Immortality. Bringing the dead back to life.
Matt: Come on, Stick.
Stick: I thought you were a Catholic, Matty. Doesn't your whole belief system hinge on one guy pulling that off?
Matt: All right, Frank. You don't want to tell us? I'll tell you. I'm gonna tell you exactly what kind of man you are. You're the kind of man this city needs. Because, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we all know this city needs help. Needs it now. Not tomorrow, not next week, not when the day comes, when the corruption that Wilson Fisk left in his wake is flushed out for good, and the police force is finally back on its feet. We need it now. 'Cause this city's been sick. And the cops, they can't fix it alone, they need... we all need men and women who are willing to take the fight themselves. The kind of people who risk their lives so that we can walk safe at night in our own neighborhoods. The ones our esteemed District Attorney here is trying so hard to destroy. New York needs these people. We need... heroes.
Elektra: Why are you so good?
Matt: I'm not.
Elektra: Yes. There's a light inside you. I tried to snuff it out in college. I'm so lucky I failed.
[Fisk has arranged for Castle to take out Dutton, the prison kingpin]
Castle: What the hell is this?
Fisk: I'm in control now. And I've set you free.
Castle: What does that mean, "free"? [stands up, panting] I'll show you.
Fisk: 'Cause everyone warned me that prison would be an inhumane environment. It is. But I... I find it refreshing. The perfect microcosm of the animal world. When an animal wants something, when it needs something, other things... need to be stepped on.
Castle: You want me on the outside so I can step on every piece of shit I see. That way, nobody gets strong, and we... the city's yours for the taking.
Fisk: Something like that. Yeah.
Castle: So... If you can do that, if you can get me out, why not just do it yourself?
Fisk: Because I play the long game, Mr. Castle. You see... When I'm finally let out of this cage, it won't be to wage war. It will be to win one. You, sir... You need to focus on now. I've given you a chance to walk free, to put that gift of yours to work, to find... What does Dutton call him? The Blacksmith. If I were in your shoes... I would use this opportunity to find your justice, to kill your way to justice. And not for me. Of course not. Not for yourself. For your family. For them.
Foggy: You don't get to create danger, and then protect us from that danger. That's not heroic. That's insane.
Dutton: I just wanna make that clear... in case you get any ideas about stepping up.
Fisk: I have no intentions of doing that.
Dutton: Cut the shit, fat man. I've known guys like you my whole life. I killed most of 'em. You ain't never seen a throne you didn't wanna sit in.
Fisk: That's difficult to admit, but... you have a gift, Mr. Castle. I assumed that the stories that I read in the paper about your attacks on the criminal world were apocryphal. How could one man be capable of such... violence? But then I saw it... with my own two eyes. And when one comes across someone with such talent... with such a gift... well... you don't let that go to waste. No. No, you don't.
[Fisk visits Dutton in the prison infirmary after Castle's attack]
Fisk: The physician says that your condition is grave, that your lungs are filling with liquid. In a few hours, you're likely to suffocate in your own blood. But you won't suffer alone. I'll be here. Because you were right. In prison, there's only room for one kingpin.
Claire: Always the last place you look. But you knew I was coming, huh?
Matt: I heard you. Three stories down.
Claire: You do know that sounds creepy, right?
Matt: Yeah, I've been told.
Claire: I brought you coffee.
Matt: No, thanks.
Claire: Right. Forgot, you like to suffer. Well, the joke's on you... 'cause our vending machine coffee really sucks.
Matt: I know where to start.
Foggy: You always know where to start. You just never know when to stop, Matt.
[Matt is interviewing Wilson Fisk in prison]
Fisk: Sometimes I'm glad I'm in here. The fate of New York City is out of my hands, for once.
Matt: [slams his hand on the table] That's bullshit!
Fisk: I don't know what you expect from me. But we're finished here. Mr. Donovan? [Donovan clicks off the tape recorder]
Matt: Vanessa. [This gets Fisk's attention] You asked me if I remembered the art gallery. I do. I remember her very well. She's out of the country; she....wants to come back.
Fisk:[to Donovan] Leave us. [Donovan steps out]
Matt: So listen to me very closely: I will use every legal loophole and footnote to make certain that never happens. You see, unlike your other adversaries, Mr. Fisk, I can break you without breaking a single law. You may have expensive lawyers, but with one envelope and $6 postage, I can make sure Vanessa never sets foot on American soil again. One letter to the right office, and I get her visa pulled. I can prove she was an accomplice to every one of your crimes. And now you're thinking you can serve your sentence, hop on a jet, go to her whenever you like. Live somewhere like Monaco, or…I don't know, wherever the hell you fat cats go to sun yourselves. But you can't. You can visit her, but you'll never live with her. Because this is New York, Wilson. You live here. This is your jungle. This is your blood, like it is mine. She will never come... and you'll never leave. You screw with me now, just a little bit…and you'll never really be with your one and only Vanessa ever again.
[Fisk snaps, breaks his handcuffs, lunges over the table, and pounds Matt's head repeatedly against the table]
Fisk: SPEAK HER NAME AGAIN! GO AHEAD! [Matt punches him, and Fisk slams him into the table again] Yes, the son of a boxer!
Matt: You... You are running this place! Yeah, you did set him free...
Fisk: You ask such small questions, Mr. Murdock.\\
Matt: I know you're regaining power in here-\\
Fisk: Yes, ask my lawyer. He'll deny it. Ask the guards, they'll deny it! Ask the inmates here. They'll cut their tongues out before they talk! But I have something to say to you: When I finally get out of this cage, I will dismantle the lives of the two amateurs THAT PUT ME IN HERE!! You, Mr. Murdock, and Franklin Percy Nelson!
Matt: I put you here! Not Nelson! I did!
Fisk: The two of you took the laurels. You'll both take the blame. I'll chop both the heads off that snake, and I'll spend more than $6 on postage to bring you down! You see, I had a lot of time to reflect on my journey here, Mr. Murdock! My mistakes, everything I took for granted. While I try and sleep in this bleak place, the one thing that keeps me warm is the thought that I will look down upon this city, the city that birthed me, with the woman that I love, whom I love with everything that I am! If you're worried that Frank Castle will wreak havoc on Hell's Kitchen, [throws Matt back into his seat]...just wait.
Jacques Duchamps: I know what you've done, and who you have killed. The list is long. The pilot in Buenos Aires, the lawyer in Berlin... and that very messy episode in Morocco. I'm still trying to understand how one woman can fit six bodies in the trunk of a Maserati.
Elektra: Are you gonna try to kill me?
Jacques: Something like that.
Elektra: Well, you ought to know... it's rude to keep a girl waiting.
Karen: You would never have pulled this patriarchal shit with Ben. I can take care of myself.
Ellison: You're right. And I'll never make that mistake again. Not about someone I care about.
Castle: Now you need to go in the back and get the waitress. You tell the cook and anyone else who's back there to find the biggest piece of stainless steel and you get under it. Go now.
Karen: Wait a minute, wh-what's happening?
Castle: The Buick. It drove around the block three times before it pulled up.
Karen: Who are they?
Castle: Just some guys who are about to walk into a diner for the last time.
Karen: You-you wanted them here. You parked me outside like...bait.
Castle: You need to go.
Karen: You're such an asshole.
Castle: Yeah. You got that right.
Castle: Look, I might generally be considered out of my skull, so this might not mean much, but this could be the craziest, most batshit thing I've ever heard in my life. People that can hurt you, the ones that can really hurt you, are the ones that are close enough to do it. People that get inside you and... and... and tear you apart, and make you feel like you're never gonna recover. shit. I'd... I... I would chop my arm off right here, in this restaurant, just to feel that one more time for my wife. My old lady, she didn't just break my heart. She... She'd rip it out, she'd tear it apart, she'd step on that shit, feed it to a dog. I mean, she was ruthless. She brought the pain. But she'll never hurt me again. You see, I'll never feel that. You sit here and you're all confused about this thing, but you have it. You have everything. So, hold on to it. Use two hands and never let go. You got it?
Claire: That candle that you're burning at both ends? Sooner or later, it's gonna fizzle out.
Matt: I'm fine. Really.
Claire: You know the problem with martyrs? The good ones end up dead.
Gao: I see from the uniform you've taken the Devil's name to heart.
Daredevil: Yeah, I had to... 'cause of people like you.
Daredevil: Thanks, Madame Gao.
Gao: But I fear that the path you've chosen... isn't going to be an easy one.
Stick: We are. And there'll be a time and place for you to turn yourself loose. But right now, the last thing you want is for everybody here to be scared shitless of you. Tame that fire... or they'll tame it for you.
Elektra: You tried to have me killed.
Stick: You got that right.
Elektra: You want me to help you save the man who ordered my death?
Elektra: You really do hate me.
Nobu Yoshioka: It's painful, raising children. We spend our lives teaching them to be strong, to be independent. Not realizing that once we have achieved that... they are no longer in our control.
Ellison: Look, look, Karen, Karen... I understand that this whole journalism thing is new to you, but a real journalist doesn't just up and quit.
Karen: Well, that's not fair.
Ellison: That's exactly fair! Stories don't disappear, they... they change. They become different stories.
Jeri: It gets better. How does Hogarth, Chow, Benowitz & Nelson sound?
Foggy: Like a mouthful. I mean, a good mouthful.
Matt: So, what if... What if... from now on, if... if we make it... wherever you run, I... I run with you?
Elektra: You're not serious.
Matt: I've never been more serious. This... Elektra, this is a part of me that I need. And you're the only one who gets it. Without this, I'm not alive. I'm not. Not really. And I know that now, thanks to you. I don't know what we are together, and if we have any chance in the future... But I... I do know that I'm free with you. Like with no one else.
Elektra: You hide from yourself. You don't let anyone in.
Matt: You. I let you in. Think about it. What if this isn't the end? What if it's just the beginning?
Elektra: No... They'll find us.
Matt: No, we'll keep moving. We'll change identities. We'll... we'll hide. They'll never catch us. What do you say?
Elektra: Uh, I say... let's go to London. Yeah? Madrid. Tunisia. There are sexy places to hide.
Matt: Hey, I've never been further north than 116th Street, so...
Elektra: Because you love New York.
Matt: And I'd give my life for it, but... there's one thing in this world that makes me feel more alive. And that's you.
Elektra: I'm the Black Sky, Matthew.
Matt: Yeah, and I'm the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
Stick: Was it worth it?
Stick: Loving her.
Matt: You taught me to cut all my ties to humanity... to other people. I had only a few moments with her... amidst all the... noise, chaos, and the violence. We were together only for moments. That was all. Orchids. She likes orchids. And, yeah, Stick... it was worth it.
Stick: Matt, you are the toughest son of a bitch I have ever met. Let's go home.
Karen: "What is it, to be a hero? Look in the mirror and you'll know." [sighs][typing] "Look into your own eyes and tell me you are not heroic, that you have not endured, or suffered... or lost the things you care about most. And yet, here you are... a survivor of Hell's Kitchen... the hottest place anyone's ever known. A place where cowards don't last long. So... you must be a hero. We all are. Some more than others, but none of us alone. Some bloody their fists trying to keep the Kitchen safe. Others bloody the streets in the hope they can stop the tide, the crime, the cruelty... the disregard for human life all around them. But this is Hell's Kitchen. Angel or Devil, rich or poor, young or old, you live here. You didn't choose this town. It chose you. Because a hero isn't someone who lives above us, keeping us safe. A hero's not a God or an idea. A hero lives here on the street, among us, with us. Always here, but rarely recognized. Look in the mirror and see yourself for what you truly are. You're a New Yorker. You are a hero. This is your Hell's Kitchen. Welcome home.
Karen: What am I doing here, Matt?
Matt: I, uh, have something...
Karen: No. I don't want...
Matt: I have something that I need you to see. [Matt pulls the Daredevil mask out of the package as Karen looks at him, first in confusion and then in dawning realization and shock] I'm Daredevil.