Marvel's Daredevil

The painting that's intended for this wall

is something I am specially attached to.

Of course. Rabbit in a Snowstorm.

Yes, the agreement.

It said I was to get all my belongings restored to me.

Precisely. And we might be able to use this violation of terms

to lobby the feds for something else.

The painting!

That's what I'm interested in.

I can assure you we're doing everything in our power, but...

there's a challenge to your ownership claim.

It comes home.

Do you understand?

Lawyer's out! Cameras back on!

Wellers, we have a situation. Report to the CP.

Shit.

Inside. Shut the door.

Show them to me.

All units on the citywide, NYPD...

Shit. Are you hearing this? What happened at the Bulletin?

We should be there, not stuck here with this asshole.

He go to bed?

Turned in early. Nice and cozy, while the world explodes.

And now the news, Mrs. Shelby.

...rushed to nearby hospitals in critical condition.

But what we do know is that, according to several eyewitnesses,

the brutal attack on the Bulletin staff

has been carried out by none other than Daredevil.

The word from the witnesses we've spoken with is that Daredevil,

Hell's Kitchen's renowned vigilante, is the perpetrator.

...they don't know the whereabouts of Daredevil or whether...

This brutal act hits Hell's Kitchen after a period of relative calm in the city,

with the FBI arresting many of New York's...

You're missing the point. He didn't just find someone to wear my suit.

He found someone as fast and skilled as I've ever seen, and I couldn't take him.

- He found someone to kill me. - Matthew...

I was stupid enough to think that I had Fisk cornered.

He knew I'd find the witness, and I just brought the sheep to slaughter.

Jasper Evans is dead.

He's dead and he leaves a son behind, and that's on me!

I was so sure that I finally was out in front of this bastard.

And Fisk, he knew I thought that.

- He was waiting for me. - Matthew...

Foggy and Karen both could've been killed.

And there would have been nothing I could have done to stop it. Nothing.

You're losing blood. I need to stitch you up.

I listened to you. I listened to you, and they almost died.

God damn it. I'm such an idiot.

No.

I'm the idiot.

I told you to involve your friends, and I made things worse.

I'm used to putting on a brave face when people bring their troubles to the church.

And I find that they don't just bring their troubles,

they bring their answers, too, if you let them talk enough.

But...

what you're dealing with is so far beyond my experience that...

Well...

all I can hope to do is help keep your wounds stitched and your head clear,

so you can be safe.

And I'll be more careful about giving advice to the Devil.

And, occasionally, possibly, I'll try to keep my mouth shut.

Could I get that in writing?

Look, I know you were just trying to help.

Now, can I please see to those wounds?

Can I ask you something?

Yeah.

What if you stopped this fight, took time to heal...

and let other people like you go after Fisk?

This isn't their fight.

Fisk is my problem.

- Sorry. - It's okay.

The problem is, he's always five steps ahead of me.

I don't know if I can beat him.

And I don't know if I can beat the man he sent to kill me.

You won't know for certain till you find him.

I thought you were gonna keep your thoughts to yourself.

- You really want me to do that? - No.

If he was wearing a copy of your Devil suit...

Well, he didn't get it at Sears.

How good a copy was it?

It was perfect.

Hello, Karen. It's nice to see you again.

Was there anyone else in the room named Karen?

Or on the whole Bulletin staff?

I'm advising my client not to answer any questions

that treat her like an asshole.

There was not. He was talking to you.

- Why don't we watch it again? See... - No.

- He was talking to me. That's true. - Okay.

- Good. - But I've never met him before.

Well, according to your own newspaper, you've met Daredevil at least twice.

That psycho's not Daredevil.

I got a pretty good look at him, too.

Could have fooled me.

Do you think every fat guy with a white beard and red suit is Santa Claus?

If he comes down my chimney and leaves presents under the tree.

Exactly. If he acted like Santa. This guy doesn't act like Daredevil.

Based on your two encounters?

Dig a little deeper.

Why don't you read everything?

He doesn't kill people, ever. It's not Daredevil.

So you keep saying.

Did you ever look into Felix Manning? Red Lion Bank?

Any of the leads that I dropped in your lap?

They're on my to-do list.

This is bullshit.

He dropped your name, Ms. Page.

Used your gun to murder someone.

And in this entire shitshow,

you're the one person he didn't lay a finger on.

So I'm sorry that you think that this is bullshit,

but something doesn't add up.

So we're gonna keep going over this until it does.

It's not gonna add up until you start asking the right questions.

How about this one? Where's Matt Murdock?

Yet another fine example of a question that's besides the friggin' point!

You were supposed to deliver him, Mr. Nelson.

But there are zero Matt Murdocks in my custody.

Zero Jasper Evans left alive.

Think that's random? He kills the one guy with dirt on Fisk.

You know that already? Is that why you don't wanna go there?

- Karen... - What?

That psycho in a suit did Agent Nadeem a huge favor.

Now there's no one left to tell the world what a fool Fisk is making of the FBI.

Did you know Daredevil was gonna attack the Bulletin?

Is that why you brought your gun last night?

Okay. We're done here.

Are you okay?

No, I'm definitely not okay.

None of the people who own those phones are okay, either.

- Come on. Let's go. - No...

I don't get it. You... You almost died. That doesn't leave a mark?

I don't have time to think about that.

Right now, Agent Nadeem's got all my attention.

If he digs into Jasper Evans, he'll know we're telling the truth about Fisk.

Then he'll dig into the rest of it. I hope.

I did this.

Wilson Fisk did this.

Evans wouldn't have come to the Bulletin if I hadn't threatened his son.

This isn't on you.

And this isn't the time to give up the fight.

- We need to find Matt... - No. Um...

I'm gonna go to the hospital.

Are you hurt?

I'm the only one who wasn't.

Marci. I should take this. She's worried.

Hey, babe.

Yeah, I'm okay. I'm fine.

I know. I'm sorry, it's just been crazy. The time has...

Seema, I'm fine.

Really, I...

Seems, I wasn't even there.

I got there after it was all over.

That's right.

I'll be home tonight, okay?

Oh, shit. That's tonight?

No. No, no. Don't cancel. Um...

It'll be good to see the family.

And good for Sami, you know?

And let him know everything really is all right.

I love you, too.

Where is he?

- Damn, it's cold out here. - You got your hat?

I could get your hat.

No, Melvin, it's okay. I'm in the office today.

Okay.

I made you cheese and pickles.

Thanks, love.

- You got your gun? - Of course. Right here.

What's going on?

You've been acting strange all morning.

I...

worry about you.

Because I hang out with paroled cons like you?

'Cause they're not like me.

I can take care of myself, big man.

You be good today. I'll make asopao for dinner.

Okay.

Love you.

Betsy's your parole officer.

Please don't tell anyone. It's against the rules.

I don't care what you do with Betsy, Melvin.

You know why I'm here.

Fisk made me make the suit.

Did that man hurt you?

I'm sorry.

Who was he?

He didn't tell me his name.

But I can make you a new one... to protect you against him.

- It'd be a fair fight. - I don't want the suit anymore.

You don't like it?

I've outgrown what it stood for.

When you made my suit, there were molds, measurements.

At the workshop, maybe there's something.

I've been to the workshop. It's been burned down.

Yeah, I burned it down, because I didn't want to help Fisk, but...

he made me a new shop and he threatened Betsy.

People died because you helped him, Melvin.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Where is your new shop?