Marvel's Daredevil

Master Nobu.

The necessary preparations have been made.

It's ready for use, should it come to that.

And as per your orders, we just obtained these.

Twenty targets in total, all in New York City.

After years of searching...

the fate of Black Sky is in our hands.

Now this Daredevil is the only thing that stands in our way.

- I suggest you get to work. - Which one would you like to hit?

All of them.

We need to lay low.

They're gonna come for us.

Bullshit. They'll come for her. What is this?

I'm sorry, old man, but I just can't

take chances with you anymore.

You're naïve.

She should be tied in this chair, not me.

She is not the problem. They are.

They're gonna turn this city upside down

looking for her, Matty.

They'll watch it burn.

That's why I said we need to work together.

There is no together.

All these years, I tried to tame her.

I should have let her bleed out in the back of that car.

You should have some damn gratitude. She spared your life.

The Black Sky cannot be controlled,

manipulated or transported.

It must be extinguished at all costs.

You wanna talk about being naïve?

'Cause right now you're tied to a chair...

spouting rhetoric about an ancient war.

Do you even have a plan?

I'm working on it.

Well, while you're working on it, son,

do me a favor

and pull your head out of your ass.

- The Black Sky... - The Black Sky is bullshit, Stick.

It's a myth. No one believes it but you.

Every assassin in the Hand believes it.

What do you think they're gonna do about it?

What about what I believe, Stick?

What about what I'm gonna do about it?

Leave me alone, Matthew.

Stick's downstairs.

He's restrained.

You know, whatever you're feeling, it's gonna pass.

What do you know about what I'm feeling?

Just...

consider the possibility that

there is no such thing as a Black Sky.

That it's... it's mysticism, you know? It's nonsense.

I've been trained to kill it since I was a kid.

Yeah, maybe everything they taught you was a lie.

Stick says I have a gift.

The special kind, the kind very few people have...

"The kind very few people have or deserve." I know.

I got the same speech.

Stick likes his fortune-cookie wisdom, but...

that's all he needed, 'cause he was

training children to fight a war.

You can't deny it.

Some of what the Hand does defies explanation.

Just because I don't understand something

doesn't mean I'm ready to chalk it up as some fairy tale.

True or not...

the legend says

that once they have the Black Sky

they'll be capable of anything.

It's not about what I'm willing to do.

Even in a cage I'll be their false idol.

They'll do terrible things in my name

because they think the Black Sky will make them invincible.

Well, they can't have you. You don't belong to anyone.

And you may be smarter and stronger

and more powerful than anyone they've ever met...

but like I keep saying,

they don't get to tell you who you are.

Their organization is older than most countries.

They're powerful... and they're everywhere.

And they survived just like the Chaste...

by staying in the shadows...

by getting people to believe wholeheartedly in their legend.

But if we shine a light on them, they'll scatter... all right?

We can take them down.

Not Stick's way. We can do it our way.

You would trust me...

after all I've put you through?

The Hand's ninjas can mask their heartbeats...

Yours is always loud and clear.

I've been fighting this war my whole life.

I've heard every story.

Some people say Nobu's lived three lifetimes.

A criminal record that goes back decades.

True or not, he's the head of the snake.

But he's our best chance of taking down the Hand.

Then our job is simple. We find Nobu. We extract him.

We remove him from the Hand

without alerting his troops.

Can't be that easy.

Giving up is easy.

You will kill him?

No.

That would make him a martyr.

I wanna dethrone him.

Defrock him and let him rot in a cell.

Show this cult of his that their holy man...

isn't anything but a guy.

- We'll have to find him first. - Yeah.

And I say we head straight into the lion's den.

The last thing they're expecting

is that we hit back at them now.

You would risk everything for me?

So how do we do this?

Not alone.

We do it together.

Our firm represents

Hell's Kitchen's top clients.

Of course, by accepting our offer

you'll get a personal assistant, a corner office,

and the opportunity to branch out

and build your own client base.

Your former associate, Ms. Marci Stahl,

recommends you very highly.

And after reviewing the infamous Punisher trial,

I would be foolish not to invite

a talent like yourself onto our team.

Hopefully, you'll find our starting salary competitive.

That's...

one way to describe it.

It gets better.

How does "Hogarth, Chao, Benowitz and Nelson" sound?

Like a mouthful.

A good mouthful.

You think outside of the box,

and that is exactly what we're looking for.

If the past few months are any indication,

my firm is going to need a very resourceful attorney.

Someone like you...

who's not afraid to take on riskier, non-traditional cases.

Cases involving vigilantes.

Let's call them "people with complexities."

You have no idea.

Try me.

Yeah, I don't know about this.

I made all this stuff to keep Betsy safe,

not just give it away.

- You'll get it back, Melvin. - Without a scratch.

Promise.

If you say so.

Expecting trouble?

- Yeah, a little bit. - That figures.

Well, it's a good thing you got company.

Ah, before I forget.

These are for you.

- Merry Christmas, huh? -

What is it?

Billy club.

Like the cops use, only, like, a million times cooler.

It's my own design.

Special steel fiber composite cable.

Damn near indestructible.

Check it out. You can change the length.

Here, play with it.

- Where's mine? - That's, uh...

- It's a prototype. I only made one. - Hey. Hey, don't mind her.

So, check it out.

You could use it as a grappling hook, or, uh...

close quarter combat.

The possibilities are endless. Here.

Melvin, I... I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.

I mean, the papers might not report it, but...

some of us in Hell's Kitchen,

we know who's really looking out for us.

It's yours, man.

How does it feel?

Knowing that the kids you've trained

are going to fight your war for you...

while you're sitting here?

Biggest mistake of your life, child.

Maybe.

But it'll be my mistake, because this is my life.

All right, let's go.

We'll hit the tunnels and we'll spread out from...

Foggy. Foggy. Foggy.

Foggy.

Foggy.

- Will you take that? - Foggy.

- Yeah, I'll just be a sec. - Foggy.

Foggy? Yeah.

Sorry, man, it's not a good time.

- I was afraid you'd say that. - Are you at the police station?

Brett says he's in deep shit and needs legal counsel,

so he was just desperate enough to call me.

I figured it was my problem till I got down here,

took a look at his face.