Marvel's Daredevil

That's $80. Unless you want to go double or nothing.

- You hustling me, grandpa? - You tell me.

Did you know, Father?

Matthew? What are you doing here?

Did you know she was my mother?

Yeah.

You knew.

I couldn't tell you.

Even when I wanted to.

Don't hide behind your collar, Father.

- Wait. You're a priest? - Take your money and go.

I'm not hiding, Matthew.

- I'm right here. - You...

of all people...

All those times I looked to you for guidance.

You saw me struggling...

and you chose to hide the one thing that could have changed everything for me.

Please, Father, help me understand why you would do that.

I prayed for Maggie to find it in herself to tell you years ago.

She couldn't find it in herself to walk nine blocks to visit me as a kid.

Or to comfort me when my father was murdered and I thought that...

I knew that I was alone in this world.

- You were never alone... - Yes, I was!

And you let me believe it.

Yes. Yes, we did.

Why?

- What did Maggie say? - I'm asking you.

Maggie's a good person, Matthew.

Flawed, like us all.

And tortured over decisions she's made.

But she dedicated her life to making amends.

You still haven't answered the question.

Growing up without your parents, Matthew,

you don't grow to see them as people.

You need to understand that...

to understand her.

- We should go. This was a stupid idea. - Definitely.

No, we're here. Let's just give it a minute.

Three weeks from now, we're not going anywhere anymore.

- True. - Just a minute.

- Hey. - Me?

Yeah, you. Can you give me a hand up here?

- No, I can't. - Yeah, you got to.

Come on, it's only gonna take me 60 seconds to put this asshole down.

Three minutes, tops.

- Okay, now is a good time to leave. - Yes, it is. Let's go.

What do you need me to do?

Nothing much.

Just gotta give me some water, maybe wipe off my face, like that.

Come on.

Maggie, obedience, poverty...

Chastity.

You ever done this before? You got brothers or something?

No. Never seen a fight before, either.

Shit.

Then why'd you pick me to come up here?

I just figured a nun wouldn't put something in my bottle.

It's gonna be all right.

You just gotta put my mouth guard in my teeth at the start of the rounds.

Maybe give me some water between rounds, too.

I thought you said you only needed 60 seconds.

Yeah. Well, it's just a backup plan. You never know.

Water.

Yeah, come on. I only got a minute.

- Can you get that? - Get that?

- Yeah. - Oh, yeah.

Maggie, what is wrong with you?

Maggie?

Maggie.

Maggie.

Damn, I don't know what I should've done.

I guess that's not really true.

You know, when I heard Maggie call me her son,

my thought was... my first thought... was how stupid I'd been.

That it had been right in front of me for so long.

And then I remembered that it had been in front of you for even longer.

From... From the beginning.

We've talked so much about truth...

you and I.

Of my truth, God's truth.

Now it seems like all those conversations were just a goddamned lie.

Shame on you.

We couldn't do this at the office? We had to come all the way out here?

Once I explain everything to you and the SAC, you'll understand, sir.

Shit, I better.

- Sorry about this, boss. - Come in, guys.

Mom?

- Where did you put them? - Give me a sec?

Like you'd understand.

I understand, Allison. I just don't care. Now, move it.

- Make sure your dad signs those papers. - I know. I know. Bye, Mom.

At least she talks to you.

I can't pry my girls away from their phones.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

Sorry about the mess.

My contractor promised he would be done months ago.

- How do you take it? - Black is fine, thanks.

Uh, none for me.

Thanks.

Interview with Special Agent Rahul Nadeem and Special Agent in Charge Tammy Hattley,

conducted by Supervisory Special Agent Winn,

FBI Office of Professional Responsibility.

Okay, Ray. You've got our attention.

What's this about?

There's no good way for me to say this.

But I believe Wilson Fisk is currently engaged in a criminal conspiracy

and has manipulated the bureau into becoming his unwitting accomplice.

I also have reason to believe that Fisk has corrupted an agent on his detail.

Who?

Dex.

You're referring to Special Agent Ben Poindexter?

Yes, sir. And as crazy as it sounds,

I think Poindexter may have perpetrated the attack at the Bulletin.

What the hell are you talking about? Why would you think that?

Because while I was pursuing those suspicions yesterday...

Dex shot me.

Jesus Christ.

Sir, OPR needs to start an internal investigation into Fisk,

into Poindexter, into all of it.

And for the record...

this was on my watch.

I personally ran Fisk's detail.

SAC Hattley did everything by the book, and this shouldn't fall on her.

I take full responsibility.

Ray, I'm sorry, but I'm placing you on administrative leave,

effective immediately.

I understand.

And will cooperate fully.

So...

what do we do next?

First, we call you an ambulance.

No!

Ray! Put down the gun! Please!

Damn you, Ray. You bring this into my house?

My home?

Sit down.

Sit.

Your prints, your weapon, the recording.

Do I need to explain to you what this means?

Answer my question, please. Do you understand your situation now?

Ray?

You get this?

Yeah, boss.

I understand.

I'm not your boss anymore.

Wilson Fisk is.

You don't have to run. Hiding is an option.

I'm not so sure it is, Foggy. Not after what I said to Fisk.

- Where will you go? - I don't know.

But I wouldn't bother paying the rent like we did for Matt.

Come on. You'll be back.

Foggy, Fisk is never gonna stop hunting me.

Then don't run or hide. Do what I did.

Make yourself so public he can't touch you.

Yeah, well, it's not gonna matter, Foggy.

My DA campaign's kept me out of his crosshairs so far.

Yeah, well, you didn't confess to killing his BFF, so...

Valid point.

- But maybe... - Look, Foggy. I'm running.

Right after I tell Matt I completely betrayed him.

Come on.

You didn't betray him.

Fisk knows that Matt is Daredevil because of me.

He can't actually know that for sure. You didn't say anything.

No, you weren't there. He, uh...

The way he looked at me...

He knows.

Just, uh, destroy these for me?

- No, Foggy... - Please take it.

Thank you.

I should go.

We're gonna get through this. I don't know how, but we will.

Watch your back. Please.

Change can be scary, Marcus.

Even when it's for the good.

No, it's not.

Oh...

You know, the Dockerys are a wonderful family,

and now you get to be a part of it.

But you will always be a part of our family, too.

Maggie.

What is it, Paul?

Matthew knows.

Oh...

I guess you know everything now, Matty.

Everything I need to.

Meh. Doesn't change a goddamn thing.

- Ray? - Yeah?

You have a visitor from work.

My hand's not big enough.

Sure it is. Look.

Just keep your fingers like that, hugging the seam,

and just snap your wrist when you release it.

And that makes it curve?

Like crazy.

There he is. Morning, Ray.

Dad, he's teaching me how to throw a curveball.

You want eggs?

Uh, no, thanks.

- Go get ready for school, Sami. - But, Dad...