Marvel's Daredevil

Who are you?

I'm Daredevil.

Hey, you can't be here!

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

I'm Daredevil.

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.

You will build your life on pillars of order.

If you'd just wake the hell up

instead of playing right into Fisk's hands.

He's using you...

- Morning. - Morning, boss.

...and I think you know it.

So let me ask you this, Agent Nadeem...

Who do you think is the danger here?

The man who attacked the Bulletin dressed as Daredevil...

he's in the FBI.

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

Hey!

Julie!

- Dex, stay away from me. - Please, just hear me out.

I'm doing this in public so you'll feel safe.

I'll stay right here. I'm not coming any closer.

Okay.

I am so, so sorry about how things ended the other night.

I'm sorry for scaring you. I just wanted to explain myself.

When we worked together at the suicide hotline,

I saw the way you were with other people.

Patient, compassionate, and I...

I really need that right now.

My life is out of control.

I have no family, and I'm about to lose my job...

Please.

I just want to talk. Anywhere you choose. And...

if you say no, I'll understand...

and I'll never bother you again.

Agent Nadeem.

You're late.

I was early, but I needed to be sure about you.

What's his name?

Yeah, well, I need to be sure about you, too.

You have a history of hurting people. I'm not handing you a federal agent

- if you're gonna kill him. - I don't do that.

The agents you beat up the other day? One of them is still in the hospital.

All of them just doing their jobs.

If they'd arrested me, there'd be no one to take down Fisk.

If you're right about him, taking Fisk down is our job.

Oh, really?

Because we both know where he's sleeping these days.

But I understand.

If there's one thing we agree on, Nadeem, it's the greater good.

Like house incarceration in exchange for good intel.

Sometimes you and I have to hurt one person to save another.

So what's his name?

I need your word that you won't touch him.

My word can't mean anything to you.

But I need to hear you give it.

Well, I need him to testify against Fisk, so you got it.

We're gonna slip into his place.

Look for any evidence that ties him to the Bulletin attack or to Fisk.

If we find any, we leave it where it is.

And we set off his fire alarm on our way out.

The fire department arrives, and you circumvent a search warrant.

But if we don't find anything,

- the guy goes on with his life. - Spit it out.

Who is he?

Special Agent Ben Poindexter.

A small decaf and whatever she's having.

I've got mine. Thanks.

- My regular, Richie. - All right.

So, I don't know how to say this without it sounding like an insult.

I was never actually into you.

Or... not the way you might have been thinking, anyway.

I didn't know how to talk to you.

Okay.

I wasn't...

I wasn't stalking you.

Although, I completely see how it could have come across that way.

I just... I wanted to be more like you.

Do you realize how creepy that still sounds?

You are so good.

And kind. And...

You save lives as your job.

The FBI, the army before that...

they helped keep me on the straight and narrow path.

But now, without that, it's all...

I'm drowning in deep water,

and I don't know whether I'm swimming for the surface or the bottom.

Dex, you need air. Breathe.

See, that's... that's what I'm talking about.

You help people right themselves.

I've seen you do it a hundred times.

All I'm asking, just treat me like... someone on the other end of the line.

What happened at the FBI?

The bureau needed a scapegoat.

You know, what you really need is a good therapist.

I had one. She died.

Oh, I...

I'm so sorry.

Okay. I'll help you, Dex.

But, please, do not make me regret this.

I promise. Promise I will not.

Excuse me.

Hi. Whoa!

- Did you get any sleep at all? - Yeah.

No.

- You need coffee. - Yeah.

You ever have one of those days where you're just, like...

You break it down, step by step? Just, uh...

"Put your feet on the floor, Karen. Just get to the sink."

Sure.

Generally speaking, I don't call myself Karen, but...

Actually, no, I don't do any of that.

How are you not at the bottom of a bottle right now?

Because I have a theory.

Jeez. Must be a hell of a theory.

Fisk is giving up criminals involved in corruption.

He's planning to step into the void

and become the sole source of government protection

for all criminals in Hell's Kitchen, maybe the city.

And that theory makes you want to not drink?

Yes, because I also have a plan.

No. No, no, Foggy, you don't have a plan.

Do you know what happens when you make a plan?

Fisk has already thought of it, and he's made it part of his plan.

Except he has no idea that I'm onto him. He couldn't.

I discovered this while looking into Marci's briefs.

More ways than one.

- Foggy. - Sorry.

The point is she was prepping for a deposition of a corrupt IRS official

who was providing fraud and money laundering services

- for the Albanians... - No, stop.

I can't.

Just one more article, Karen. That's all it'll take.

All right. What's this?

The terms of Fisk's house incarceration.

If he violates any of these, zappo. He's back in prison.

"Zappo"? Is that a thing?

Number three is the key.

"Committing or conspiring to commit a felony."

No, no, wait. What about number six here?

All this stuff about being charged with a crime that predates the agreement?

- Number six is not the plan. - We have a good number six.

I mean, Fisk killed his father. That's murder.

There's no statute of limitations. And his mother told Ben Urich about it.

A dead woman told a dead guy something.

- That's not proof. It won't stick. - Yeah.

You know what will? Publicizing my theory.

So the FBI sees that Fisk has violated his agreement,

they're forced to put him back in prison?

And they can't ignore it if we splash it across the front page.

And by "we," I mean you.

The Bulletin won't just let a journalist make unsubstantiated claims.

That's not news.

But it is news if a candidate running for district attorney

makes unsubstantiated claims.

In a public forum. Debating the incumbent DA.

You're gonna debate Blake Tower?

At the Hell's Kitchen Club.

Well, it's supposed to be prepared remarks.

- Huh. - They're endorsing him.

I'm not actually on the agenda,

but Nelson's Meats is a member of the club, so...

You're just gonna confront him, out of the blue?

Why not? I'll catch him when he's not expecting it.

Throw this stuff at him...

Yeah, you get him worked up, emotional. Provoke him.

It could work.

Yup.

So, you'll cover the meeting?

Yeah, I would. I just, um...

I lost my job. So...

What?

Ellison loves you like family. What did you do?

I refused to give him Daredevil's identity.

Yikes.

Okay, well, Ellison wants Fisk as badly as we do.

Just tell him our plan. Watch how fast he gives you your job back.

Then we'll hook up at the dinner later. You're my plus one.

I got you the salmon.

Hey. Did the landlord let you in?

Dex.

Thanks for coming.

You made it pretty clear I had to. What's this about?

I have someone here who wants to talk to you.

Follow me.

Dex, this is my old friend Andrea Morales.

She's an attorney.

The guys took up a collection to pay for Andy's services.

Now if you're up for it,

she's going to sue the bureau for wrongful suspension on your behalf.

- She can do that? - I can.

And having reviewed the details of your case,

I fully believe that I should.

She's on a retainer. Starting now.

And I'm not cheap.

The guys must really like you, Agent Poindexter.