Marvel's Daredevil

- - There.

It just hit.

It's gotta be 40 stories, at least.

- - Down!

They're on all sides. Half a dozen, at least.

- I got a problem. - Right with you.

No, you don't get it. I can't get a read on these guys.

There's no sound, there's no heartbeat, there's nothing.

- They're trained to hide themselves. - How do you know?

Don't focus on the fighters, track their weapons.

- They have swords. - They have swords, I can hear.

Elektra, no!

Matthew...

So...

who wants to get the hell out of here?

She's losing too much blood.

Hell of a scrape.

Where are you taking her?

They're still coming. Fast little shits.

- Who are they, Stick? - Bad time to chat.

- -

- Matty! - On it!

- -

- Watch your ass. - Yeah.

No, no, no. No, she's dying.

- Stick, she's dying. - Not if I can stop it.

We need to get her to a hospital.

Doctors can't help her. I can.

We're going to your place. It's her only shot.

Sweetie, stay with me. Stay with me.

Second wave. Brace her.

- -

End of that batch.

There'll be more.

Always more.

I'm not gonna lie to you. This is bad.

- What's happening to her? -

You got baking soda?

Yeah, in the fridge, why?

To neutralize the acid in the toilet bowl cleaner.

Plus whiskey, pliers, black tea.

- - Tell me what's going on, Stick.

Do you wanna talk or save your girlfriend?

Her heart's skipping.

- Whiskey. -

The toxins in her bloodstream are shutting everything down.

Is she gonna live?

Baking soda?

I thought you got it.

Matthew!

I need pliers and hot tea.

The pliers are behind you.

- - Matthew...

I'm here. I'm here.

If I die...

No, you're not gonna die. You hear me?

Elektra, look at me.

- Hey, hey, focus on me. -

Breathe. Breathe.

That's good. That's good.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

Bring her in here!

Yeah.

One, two, three.

- Clean sheets. - Yeah.

Can you save her?

Not before I make her worse.

Oh, Jesus! Stick, take it easy!

- Those blades were poisoned. -

She'll be dead in 20 minutes

if I don't pull some serious juju out of my ass.

Make the goddamn tea!

Easy.

- -

Easy. Easy, young lady. I'm right here.

forgive those who trespass against us.

Matty, use that hearing of yours.

How's her heart rate?

Yeah. Yeah, it's good. It's steady.

Sheets.

Not too neat...

but...

it'll do.

Tea?

Thank you.

Ah...

She'll recover?

Twenty-four hours will tell.

I've known her to pull through worse.

What'd you just say?

Ellie's a real fighter. Always has been.

You... You know her?

I didn't mention that?

What the hell's going on? How do you know Elektra?

- I'm not done in there. - I want some answers!

Everybody wants something.

- Do you want me to throw you out? - Not unless you want her to die.

Sit down, Matty.

Where is he?

Um, I may have told him just to stay home today.

You what?

He wasn't actually supposed to do it.

Whoa, whoa, Foggy, what the hell happened yesterday?

I can't do this alone.

I didn't even wanna take this case.

- It'll be okay, I... - The whole city is watching.

If I screw up, I'd never work again.

And, frankly, you'd probably never work again, either, by association, which...

Stop, Foggy. Stop thinking about screwing up, about losing.

You need to think about winning.

Colonel Ray Schoonover, United States Marine Corps.

Do you swear to tell the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

I do.

- You got this. -

Counsel?

Colonel, how long have you known the defendant?

I'd say, the better part of a decade.

Most of his career in the Marine Corps.

So you're familiar with his service in the Middle East?

Afghanistan, Pakistan, Iran?

Yes, very familiar.

I wonder if you could tell us

how Lieutenant Frank Castle won the Navy Cross?

Due to the nature of that mission, you'll have to understand that

the precise circumstances are classified.

Um...

How about the part that's not?

Lieutenant Frank Castle was part of a small team.

He was conducting a close target reconnaissance

in the vicinity of the Hindu Kush.

The mission became compromised, taking enemy contact on three sides.

Lieutenant Castle wanted to abort.

Said the mission was a bust, pulling the plug would save lives.

- Officer in charge said "no." - And why was that?

Maybe he wanted more medals on his chest.

Doesn't matter. Either way, Frank was right.

They were cut off, boxed into a canyon.

And what happened next?

Within the first hour, the officer in charge of that mission

got his arm blown off.

So Lieutenant Castle assumed command.

His only goal was to get his men out alive.

The enemy had set up an ambush

at the only LZ that would accommodate one of our birds.

Sorry, Colonel?

LZ is a landing zone that can accommodate a helicopter.

So the enemy, they block this landing zone,

knowing it was the only shot the team had to get out alive.

All they had to do was wait.

They knew that Frank's team had to come to them.

Fish in a barrel.

So to speak.

Only fish don't know they're gonna die.

These men did.

Frank went to the LZ all by himself to draw the bastards away.

Why didn't he order one of his men to do it?

He certainly could have.

Not his style.

So the men hear the fire fight break out. All hell breaks loose.

Frank against God knows how many.

And then there was silence.

The team thinks, "That's it. Frank's dead, and we're next."

Next sound they hear is the helos, the helicopters.

They get to the landing zone, you know what they see?

Frank Castle, standing there, grinning.

Thirty-two muj surrounding him, all dead.

Son of a gun cleared that entire LZ all by himself.

How?

By being Frank Castle.

- And his men survived? - All of 'em.

Including the idiot officer that got 'em trapped in the first place.

If you had to sum up Frank Castle, how would you do it?

I would say Frank Castle is a man

who would gladly give his life to keep others safe.

And the crimes he's accused of today?

Could the man you knew have committed them?

Absolutely not.

Lieutenant Frank Castle that I know is a hero.

A man who deserves our respect...