Marvel's Daredevil

Over here!

Come on!

Help me.

Get him out.

Easy, easy, easy.

Okay. Go upstairs...

and close the door.

And not a word to anybody.

Si. Okay.

Not even your mom.

Ay, um...

No, no calls.

- It's okay. I'm just trying to help. - No.

- We have to get you to the hospital. - They'll kill everyone.

- Who? - The men who did this.

They'll kill everyone in the hospital to get to me.

Okay, you can't...

Don't. You've lost a lot of blood. I think you might have been stabbed.

I have to leave.

You wanna leave? Door's that way.

This crowd is not happy, Pete.

Murdock has dominated this fight but now Price has turned the table on him.

He's pounding Murdock's head

- and Murdock isn't even defending himself. - Oh! Oh!

Wait! The ref is stopping the fight.

Canero has stopped the fight.

2-to-1 favorite "Battlin' Jack" Murdock

loses to a TKO in the 10th.

Price looks as shocked as the crowd.

Murdock had him on the ropes

but let his glove drop and got tagged

with a series of devastating...

Dad!

Hey, Matty! Hey!

Hey, hey, don't... don't get blood on your shirt.

Gotta keep your gloves up.

Yeah, well, I... I should have you in my corner.

Does it hurt?

It don't tickle.

Go get the kit.

You shoulda had him.

Price is a bum.

Hey, anybody who's got the guts to step into that ring deserves respect.

Don't you ever forget that.

- Even Price? - Even Price.

- Sorry you lost, Dad. - Yeah...

Just wasn't my night.

Easy, easy, easy. Easy with the cotton swabs there, doc.

Gotta get in there.

You don't want to get it infected.

- Stitches? - Oh, yeah.

You better get the Scotch.

No.

- It's for you. - Really?

You think I want your hands shaking like last time?

This is my face we're talking about.

Go ahead.

Take a... Just a little sip.

Oh!

Oh, it burns!

All right. Come on.

Let's do it.

Don't move.

So you watched the fight?

You're supposed to be doing your homework.

Got it done first.

All of it?

I want you to finish up before you go to bed.

- I'll do it tomorrow. - Tonight.

- Before school? - Tonight.

Okay?

Okay.

All right. Go ahead, go ahead.

Dad?

Uh-huh.

You 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.

All right, all right.

Go hit the books.

Can I take the bottle?

No. Just... Go on. Go on.

? Pour, oh, pour the pirate sherry ?

? Fill, oh, fill the pirate glass ?

? And to make us more than merry Let the pirate bumper pass ?

? For today our pirate 'prentice rises from indenture freed ?

? Strong his arm and keen his scent is He's a pirate now indeed ?

You know I'm still here, right?

Could you... could you hear me just now?

Nope.

The correct answer is, "Yes, and you sound amazing."

Well, of the two lies, I took the lesser.

I thought you went home. What are you still doing here?

Uh...

I could ask you the same.

Yes, but I am a partner at a prestigious law firm

with very important documents needing to be documented

so we can start generating some revenue, while you are...

also very integral in your own special, manager...

I dug myself in too deep and I can't climb out.

- You need a hand with that? - Please.

Oh! Not gonna happen.

Seriously, what are you still doing here?

I have work to do.

What work? We don't have any clients yet.

Well, your shit's not gonna unpack itself.

This box of vital import will be here in the morning.

You should be out having a life, doing poppers and flapper dancing.

- I don't know what kids do these days. - We're the same age, Foggy.

So you're saying I shouldn't be here, either?

- Yeah. - Fair enough.

But I'm awkward and unfashionable.

Those things don't seem to apply to you.

I just don't feel like going home...

okay?

Well, we can't stay here.

Not enough money in the kitty to keep the lights on past midnight.

So let's hop a few bars, not think about it.

Yes. Big fan of the not thinking.

You will fit right in here.

- Should we call Matt? - Sure. Yeah, let's see what he's up to.

Are you gonna listen to me this time?

- Where am I? - You're in my apartment.

Who are you?

I'm the lucky girl who pulled you out of the garbage.

- You've seen my face. - Yeah.

Great.

Your outfit kind of sucks, by the way.

Yeah, it's a work in progress.

Okay, I really wouldn't try to move too much.

You've got two or three broken ribs,

probable concussion, some kind of puncture wound,

and that's just the stuff that I know about.

And your eyes,

they're nonresponsive to light, which isn't freaking you the hell out,

so either you're blind or in way worse shape than I thought.

Do I have to pick one?

Do you mind telling me how a blind man in a mask

ends up beaten half to death in my dumpster?

The less you know about me, the better.

The wound on your side... knife?

Probably. Ah!

I think I got the bleeding stopped,

but I can't tell how bad it is internally without a full series of X-rays, so...

No. No hospitals.

This is my night off.

I'm really not looking for some guy to die on my couch.

Are you a doctor?

Something like that.

Most people, they find a bleeding masked man in the garbage...

they call the police.

- You got a lot of experience in this area? - Why are you helping me?

The less you know about me, the better.

Ah.

You got a name at least?

Claire.

Don't suppose I get to know yours?

All right, I'll call you Mike.

- Mike? - Yeah, a guy I used to date.

Turns out he was very good at keeping secrets, too.

Thank you, Claire.

Rest. Make sure you're stabilized. We'll figure the other stuff out later.

I can't see!

Matty, Matty, Matty, it's me.

It's Dad. I'm right here.

I can't see.

You were in an accident, you remember?

You're in the hospital,

but I'm right here with you.

Everything's so loud. Everything...

I'm right here with you.

It's Daddy. Here, feel my face. Feel my face.

I'm right here.

I'm right here.

- I can't see. - It's all right. It's okay.

- Dad, I can't see! - It's all right, Matt.

- I can't... - It's all right.

What is it? What's wrong?

I can't breathe.

Can't...

You've got air in your chest. It's collapsing your lung.

I'm gonna relieve the pressure,

but I'm gonna need you to hold still, okay?

Here we go.

This is gonna hurt.

Good.

Just breathe normal.

All right.

Look...

let's just say for the sake of discussion I buy this whole,

"We can't go to the hospital because whatever" story

you've got going on.

But we need to talk about what happens

if you give up the ghost here in my living room.

Because I'm listening to myself explain to the police how I let this happen,