Marvel's Daredevil

There is no corpse.

There's no corpse.

I heard you.

Remind Felix Manning that I do not tolerate loose ends.

Yes, Mr. Fisk.

But the body was probably just swept away in the current.

Even if Murdock somehow escaped from the cab,

how does a blind man swim to shore?

This look like a blind man to you?

We investigated him thoroughly.

His associates.

Medical and school records all check out.

All confirm that Matt Murdock lost his sight at age nine.

Yes.

Nevertheless...

a man capable of that could have survived.

And he threatened to come between Vanessa and I.

It's time for the government to honor our deal.

Thanks to my client,

the Albanian Syndicate has been completely wiped out.

Their counterfeiting ring, their Dark Web child pornography.

And the Jalisco connection Mr. Fisk divulged last week

gave the DEA an early and very white Christmas.

And in exchange for his ongoing cooperation,

the DOJ will not be filing charges against Vanessa Marianna.

Mr. Fisk is also entitled to the return of certain personal belongings,

supervised movement within the hotel.

He'll get everything he was offered. In time.

That time is now, Special Agent Nadeem.

Unless you'd like my client to stop talking.

FBI has sacrificed a great deal for me.

And I will continue to cooperate and trust you'll honor your word.

There's a criminal I've employed.

A facilitator.

On my behalf, he's laundered and hid money,

bribed law enforcement and court officials,

orchestrated perjured testimony, manufactured evidence.

Who is he?

A lawyer. Matthew Murdock.

Alpha Team on approach.

FBI. Get back in your apartment and close the door.

Stack up.

Breach.

FBI!

Clear!

Murdock's been home.

Recently.

It was so nice to see you again.

Take care.

Felix Manning?

You haven't returned my calls.

Karen Page, from the Bulletin.

Before I go to print,

I'm obligated to offer you a chance to comment

on your involvement in laundering money for Wilson Fisk.

Look, if you talk to me off the record, help me connect some dots,

I promise I will keep your name out of it.

But that is only if you talk to me.

You're a fixer, Mr. Manning.

You're a freelancer. Other clients, a lot to lose.

Once this story breaks, Fisk is gonna hang you out to dry.

If I were you, I would start looking out for myself.

Karen Page.

Daughter of Paxton and Penelope.

239 Kings Road, Fagan Corners, Vermont.

You had the back room. My guess, Dad wanted his little girl to be safe.

Sadly, he should've been more worried about his little boy.

Drug addicts really do destroy families, don't they?

Off the record,

you're incorrect.

About what I do for a living.

I don't fix problems.

I make them disappear.

Karen Page?

- Who are you? - Don't move.

FBI.

Uh... I have a weapon in my purse. And a concealed carry permit.

Keep your hands exactly where they are and follow my instructions.

Now turn around.

Okay. Okay.

Okay. Okay.

What do you want from me?

What happened?

Why'd you bring me here?

I asked him to.

Is Matt okay?

You wanna tell me what's going on?

Ms. Page, I get that you ask questions for a living,

but, for now, I'll be the one asking.

When's the last time you heard from Matt Murdock?

Um...

Months.

You haven't seen or spoken to him in months?

Uh, no.

He give you any indication when he'd be back?

Uh, no.

Or whether he'd be back at all?

No.

Then why have you been paying his bills?

He's a friend. Someone had to do it while he was away.

So your friend, a blind man who you haven't spoken to in months,

just ups and disappears, and you don't file a missing persons report?

I figured he'd come back when he was ready.

Can you think of any reason why Matt Murdock would go on the run?

No.

You were a secretary for Nelson and Murdock.

Mmm-mmm. Office manager.

And when did the firm first start working for Wilson Fisk?

Um...

We never worked for Wilson Fisk.

Is that your signature?

Do you remember depositing this retainer check for a company called CGI?

Yes, I do. Um... Look, Matt and Foggy took on one case for them. That's all.

According to my source, CGI was a front for Fisk.

Well, we didn't know that at the time.

But you do now.

So you see how your last answer wasn't technically accurate?

Okay, we never knowingly worked for Fisk.

They hired us through someone else.

Who?

Some executive.

Hang on.

Was it this guy?

James Wesley. You remember him?

Uh, yeah. I think that was him. Why?

Just trying to put the pieces together.

Okay. Uh... Well, here are some other pieces for you to put together.

Um...

Felix Manning. Red Lion National Bank. Vancorp. Any of that ring any bells?

I don't follow.

Well, instead of letting Fisk use you and the FBI

to retaliate against innocent lawyers who put him in prison,

why don't you ask him if he hired a fixer named Felix Manning

to launder money through Red Lion?

Ask him if he's the true owner of a shell company called Vancorp.

Why would I do that?

Because it just bought the Presidential Hotel.

Where are you getting this from?

I ask questions for a living. I just ask better ones than you do.

Like, has your so-called prisoner just bought the prison you're keeping him in?

Has he bought?

So this is what? Just a theory?

You have any proof?

Fisk is using you, Agent Nadeem. That's what he does.

Is that a no?

Am I under arrest?

Not at this time.

Then I'm done answering the wrong questions.

Is this everything?

Everything Felix's investigators were able to dig up on short notice.

Uh...

This will take some time.

I brought an audiobook.

Dex, ready to go?

Game starts in 20. Traffic's a nightmare. We gotta hustle.

What's the deal? You don't even got your uniform on.

You all right, buddy?

Trouble in paradise?

Does the headmaster know you're drilling a hole in his pile of bricks?

He doesn't like it.

He gives you a hard time, you send him my way.

It's damn fine practice.

Hey, I got you a little something.

I was gonna wait until after the game...

100% leather.

That's steerhide in the pocket and cowhide in the palm,

so it's nice and soft.

Try it on.

An all-star pitcher deserves some all-star gear.

Come on, let's go break it in.

Wait.

Real quick, can I show you my new wind-up?

All right, showboat.

Let's see it.

You're in the zone, Dex. Keep throwing those heaters.

Strike!

Strike!

Strike!

Strike! Strike!

Strike!

All right, kiddo. Pack it in. Let's give that arm of yours a rest.

You're pulling me?

- I'm gonna let Kanon finish it out. - But... but no one's gotten a hit off me.

I know. You're killin' it out here. No question.

But I gotta give other kids some field time.

You can't do this. It's not fair! You gotta let me keep going.

Keep it together, okay? Take a few deep breaths.

Big gulps of air.

I need...

I need to keep going.

If I pitch a perfect game, then they might...

Dex...

you could pitch a billion perfect games.

It won't bring your parents back.

Okay.

Hit the pine.

Grab a Popsicle.

We'll talk later.

Well, this has been nice so far, hasn't it?

Talking like this.