Marvel's Daredevil

Nadeem!

Stay in the car!

Don't shoot! We surrender!

Convict. Don't move.

- Move! Move! - Get back! Back it up!

I need to make a call.

Lobby's secure.

Straight to the nest! Move!

SAC's inbound. What the hell happened?

Ambush.

- They were everywhere. - Do you have status on anyone?

Two agents in surgery now. We lost five for this shitbag.

- Donovan! - Stay back.

- We're his attorneys. - Congratulations. Stay back.

Locate Vanessa.

The Albanians, they tried to get me. They'll go for her, too.

My client is not implying that he knows how to reach a wanted fugitive.

And make sure she's safe!

We're good. Get the medic.

- He's fine. - For me, not him.

Copy that. Shitbag's all yours.

Dex... Hold on.

Check in with the SAC.

We're down too many agents. The debrief can wait.

You know the deal.

Follow the protocol and get back here ASAP.

You will be confined to these quarters.

You'll be monitored at all times.

You are allowed no outside contact other than your lawyers.

Armed guards will be stationed outside 24/7.

You'll be safe here.

"Safe." You nearly had me killed.

Good men died tonight.

You will make their sacrifice worth something.

Or you can shove our deal up your ass.

Hey, convict...

your lawyers are here.

Get dry.

Get dressed.

Did you reach her?

I need these cameras shut off and a moment with my client.

- Forget about the cameras. - Kill the cameras till they leave.

Is Vanessa safe?

We don't know.

She's missing.

Oh, God. I don't know, it's been... uh, three months since I had one.

- See, now, that's bad. - Yeah.

Yeah, it's been about a month for me.

I've been elbows deep in, uh, research,

but it feels like 100 years since I had a home-cooked meal.

- Well, this is all Uncle Mitchell. - Oh, please, stop.

Left to my own devices, we'd be ordering Wo Hop every night.

- Nothing wrong with that. - This woman does it all.

Not only does she run Proxy Magazine, she is an expert orderer.

- Stop it. - No, it's true.

You're amazing. It's like a skill.

Right? You know all the best dishes on every menu.

You always order the right amount. Never too much, too little.

It's perfect.

- He'd be lost without me. - I would.

- Disgusting. - Are they always like this?

When I was eight, they renewed their vows on Long Beach

- in front of the whole family. - No.

Aunt Lily hired one of those planes that write in the sky.

- Oh, my God. Did you really? - I did.

- So, how did you two meet? - Kind of like you guys, actually.

We were set up by our college newspaper editor.

Oh. Mitchell, did you not tell them?

- Uncle Mitchell... - I am so sorry. I had no idea.

I had no... I was... I had nothing to do with it.

You know what? Uh, we need... We need more wine.

- Really? - I get it. I'm sorry.

You know...

I knew that if I had actually asked you, you'd have said no.

Yes, right. See, that's the part where it gets to be my choice.

Because I know you meant well, but this...

- You could use some happy. - I am happy.

Look, I'm not, um... I'm not ready.

All right, well, if you want to leave, I'll understand.

I'm sure Jason will, too.

So, wait. You're telling me that you named your cat Ralph?

- Ellison. - Oh.

Hey! I have a PhD in Am Lit. He's my favorite author.

"Life is to be lived, not controlled. Humanity is won by..."

I know this one, actually...

"Humanity is won by continuing to play in the face of certain defeat."

Is that right?

How do you know the quote?

I was going to be an English major.

Invisible Man would have been a big part of my curriculum,

but that was another lifetime.

You made out okay.

A revered journalist with an acclaimed publication.

- Okay. - Too much, honey.

So, tell me, you ever worry little Ralph's plotting your demise?

- I take it you're a dog person. - Absolutely.

I don't know, I like the company. Shared a room with my brother growing up.

The apartment felt empty till I got Ralph.

How about you? Any, uh, siblings?

- Uh. More wine? - Um...

Yeah. No, I had a brother, too, but, um...

but he died.

- I'm sorry. - No, it's okay.

- Who wants dessert? - That'd be great. Thank you.

Sorry. I'm sorry. Yeah. Ellison.

Uh, sorry.

Karen Page.

- Who in the hell would let out Fisk? - Don't say his name.

What? Why?

After Ben died, Lily was inconsolable. They were really close.

And, you know, it turned out that somebody at my office had been working for him.

We'd gotten to the point where an hour could go by,

and I didn't have to call to reassure that I'm alive.

- Sure, I understand. - Good.

Then you won't push back when I tell you, you are staying away from this story.

I can't do that.

Yes, you can. And you will.

Look, okay, I get it. I have a history with... that man.

- Makes it a conflict of interest. - Exactly.

But I also know him better than anyone else on our staff.

- Doesn't that give me a unique angle? - It gives you a bias.

Look, it's not up for discussion. Enjoy the pie.

And, darling, that is not a dress, that is a disaster.

I worked on it with all the materials available to me,

and I did the best with the time...

Baby...

What was it this time? Laughing Matt?

Body Matt.

Foggy Bear, whatever happened to Matt, it's not your fault.

You have nothing to feel guilty about.

Because I have this great life?

Beautiful girlfriend, high-paying job, expensive suits...

I always wanted a good suit.

I have it all, but Matt's just...

gone.

Maybe you should talk to someone.

It won't bring him back.

But it might help you.

I can't.

Why not?

Sorry. Go back to your brief.

Take a pill. There's some in the medicine cabinet.

No. No. No.

Lock Fisk up! Lock Fisk up!

Lock Fisk up! Lock Fisk up!

Doesn't make any sense.

Of course it does. God is angry with you.

What are you talking about?

You don't think God knows you tried to kill yourself?

No.

That has nothing to do with this.

God restored your hearing...

just in time to hear my name chanted by the crowds.

Just in time to learn, in the long run, I won, you lost.

Does that sound like God's forgiveness?

No.

It sounds like... hell.

Lock Fisk up! Lock Fisk up!

You'll never keep Karen safe.

- In the end, you'll kill her, too. - Stop it.

Just like your father.

- And Stick. - I said stop.

And Elektra.

They all died because of you, Matthew.

I can't believe this. This is insane.

You're that reporter.

Sorry. Karen Page, Bulletin.

Uh... Sorry, who's in charge here?

That's the genius who got him out. Agent Nadeem.

Thanks.

Agent Nadeem.

Soon as I'm done here. There's a vigil at the hospital.

Just give Sami a hug for me. You, too.

Hi. Karen Page of the New York Bulletin.

I'm not authorized to speak to the press.

You need to find Special Agent In Charge Hattley.

But it is N-A-D-E-E-M, right?

And you're the agent who released Wilson Fisk?

Fisk has not been released. That's fake news.

He's a cooperating witness,

but he's very much a convicted prisoner and being treated as such.

Being held in a $20 million penthouse?

Seized by the US Government from some Wall Street prick convicted of fraud.

Oh. Oh, I get it. Okay, so what's he having for dinner?

Is it the filet mignon or the line-caught halibut?

Press area is over there.

One RICO count carries a 20-year sentence.

Fisk was convicted on five. Want to explain to me how this is justice?

Jennings, Garcia, Foster, Leighton, Torres.

They lost their lives, and they were good agents, good people.

Write about that, Ms. Page.

All right...

get it up there.

- All right? - Yeah. Okay.

Excuse us. Watch yourself.

Nine-one-seven-four.

Thanks.

Oh. Hey, man, hand me one of those BNCs, would ya?

Thanks. Dude, I said a BNC...

Yes, I've checked three times. I have the tickets.