Marvel's Daredevil

Karen, the gun. Where is it?

Bottom of the Hudson.

Did you touch the body?

He said he was gonna kill you.

You and Matt and my family.

He said I would die knowing I got you all killed.

Karen, that's awful, but, please, you have to focus.

Did you touch the body?

No. I don't think so.

What about your clothes? Get blood on them?

I threw them away.

Foggy, can you not talk to me like a lawyer and just...

just talk to me?

I want you to tell me that I'm a bad person.

I can't say that.

Why... why not?

Because you're not.

Then why are you looking at me like that?

Because my friend...

my amazing, kind, brilliant friend...

went through something terrible.

And I didn't know.

When I got the gun, I could've called the cops.

I could've run.

You were afraid for your life. It was self-defense.

Seven times.

What?

I shot him...

seven times...

because I wanted him dead.

Hey, Karen.

You need to pay me back for your rent.

I've been staying where I grew up.

There's a reason I stayed away, Karen.

Yeah, if you say it was to protect me, I'm seriously gonna throw up.

I can't protect you.

Not from Fisk.

Can't even protect myself.

Sure you don't want coffee?

If you wanna yell at me...

go right ahead.

Did I ever tell you about my old neighbor, when I was growing up?

Mr. Larssen.

Well, he was this nice Norwegian guy.

He let his wife do his talking.

But on the days when it'd get really cold you know, and stuff would freeze,

and you'd need help moving your car or, uh... unstick a door,

Mr. Larssen was always there.

So, one winter, his wife hit a patch of black ice.

The whole town turned out for her funeral.

And Mr. Larssen sat there through the sermon...

and then he gathered up his casseroles

and went back to work on the farm, like it was just another day.

He never said a word about it.

And I thought I'd go over there and be a good neighbor...

see if he wanted to talk about what happened.

And you know what he said?

"What for?"

You know what?

You came to Foggy because you needed something from him.

What do you need from me, Matt?

Fisk staged the attack on himself in prison.

That's how he, uh, tricked the FBI into moving him to a hotel.

Got some lifer named Jasper Evans to shank him

and then arranged for him to walk out of prison.

On the books, Evans is in solitary.

In reality, he's been set free.

- Can you prove that? - Yeah, if I can find him.

Get him to talk to you.

Bulletin publishes the details. Fisk is exposed.

And the FBI will be forced to send him back to prison.

So, yeah, you're right. I came to you 'cause I needed something.

Your help.

What do you say? You wanna help me?

No.

And I'm serious about the rent.

You probably don't remember me. I'm Julie.

Do you wanna hang out after?

How did you know I worked there for three years?

You were only there for one.

Let go of me, Dex.

I said let go!

Let go of me, Dex. I said let go!

Your internal compass isn't broken, Dex.

It just works better with a North Star to guide you.

What if I can't find one?

Then you'll rely on our structure.

A tidy physical space. A disciplined vocation...

This paper takes its sourcing seriously.

We don't publish unverified innuendo, you know?

Gossip...

Ah, Ms. Page. Yeah, I'm not boring you, am I?

Anyway, in other news, our illustrious publisher,

in his infinite wisdom,

has decided to change our health care coverage, yet again.

You should be getting your enrollment packages sometime in the next week.

I've already had a look at it. My advice to you is, try not to get sick.

Uh, any questions?

It's total bullshit. I can't believe Matt would even ask.

- But I still think you should help him. - Oh, come on.

Just hear me out.

You agree to write the article on one condition.

Matt turns himself in to the FBI.

What? No.

They're only up in our chili because they're looking for Matt.

Once they have him...

- But he can't. - He'll never agree to it.

There's no reason to think the FBI knows anything about Matt's other life.

But if he can give 'em that witness, Matt's in the clear.

So we all are.

I could reach out as Matt's attorney and negotiate his surrender.

Okay, but I'm not ready to forgive him.

I get it.

You know, you shouldn't be either.

I mean, he... he stole your identity, he made you a target.

Has Matt been a shitty friend lately? Without a doubt.

But, deep down, I think it's hurting him as much as it's hurting us.

How do you figure?

Because he could've gone to any reporter, Karen, but he came to you.

Maybe Matt's finally coming to his senses.

But even if he isn't, the way he's been treating us lately is on him.

Us turning our backs would be on us.

People have bailed on Matt his whole life, and I'm not gonna be one of 'em.

You do what you want, but...

that's not the kind of friend I wanna be.

It's like you argue for a living or something.

Was it too much? It felt like too much.

Matt said he was staying at the place where he grew up.

Do you know where that is?

Don't you look pretty today.

You know you're two hours early, right?

- Yeah, the, uh, the neighbors kept me up. - Again?

Shit. You gotta move. Or get them into couples therapy.

If those were my neighbors,

I'd go over there and give them a piece of my mind.

Do you think a killer like that deserves a second chance?

Your internal compass isn't broken, Dex.

It just works better with a North Star to guide you.

Let go of me, Dex. I said let go!

Then you'll rely on our structure.

A tidy physical space. A disciplined...

Do you wanna hang out after?

- Yeah. - Where'd you go?

It's feeding time.

You know, I, uh... I got it.

You sure? You're not even on the clock yet.

Yeah, I could use a decent cup of coffee.

You mind going downstairs and grabbing me one?

And I'll feed the animal.

He's all yours.

I don't know what strings you had to pull to get that waitress a job,

but it was a waste of your time.

Yeah, they train us in counterintel at Quantico.

You really think I'm gonna fall for some bush-league honey trap?

You got it in your head that she means something to me.

But she doesn't.

She doesn't mean shit to me.

So what? You...

You have me tailed for a few days, you think you know me?

Think you got me dialed?

You don't, all right?

You don't know anything about me.

Say something!

When I was a boy...

I...

beat my father's skull in with a hammer.

I was 12 years old.

Young for my age, in fact. Terribly inexperienced.

I'd never been to a dance with a girl or...

stayed up past midnight.

Never been out of the city or even taken the subway on my own.

Yet there I was...

twelve years old...

standing over my father's body...

watching him die by my hand.

That feeling.

That moment.

I sense it's something you're familiar with.

You...

were taught to hide beneath many fictions.

You fashioned yourself

into something the world would tolerate.

A soldier doing his patriotic duty. A sniper in the FBI.

The watchful companion of a nice young woman.

You destroyed what we had.

If it were honest and true, no one could've destroyed it.

I should've let you die.

Stay back.

Julie never would've understood you.

And society won't either.

It punishes people like you.

Like us.

Julie never would've understood you. The real you.

She never would've understood the real you.

And society won't either.

- It punishes people like you. Like us. - It's all over the papers. Dex?

Dex? Dex!

What?

They're throwing you under the bus.

I'm sorry, Dex.