Thank you, New York.
It's humbling to be sitting here,
speaking to you as Mayor this evening.
- I need a favor. - You want me to kill someone?
Foggy Nelson.
Looking for...
Foggy!
I went to Rikers. Ben Poindexter wanted to meet me.
What were you thinking, Matt? Him?
Yeah.
You know what? I don't care. It's fine. It's none of my business.
Karen?
Matt, you have been checking out on me,
disappearing physically and emotionally.
Back at his place, I heard your heartbeats.
You hear mine when I saw you?
Adrenaline, I'm sure.
Foggy believed in you.
Whatever's behind the mask, behind your eyes,
he knew all of it, he knew you. I do, too.
I'm glad you're back.
Cherry is your hatchet man?
- He's my investigator. - Morning, Officer.
I sit atop a pyramid of over 500 ADAs.
You're not gonna be able to stumble into traffic court
without one up your ass.
BB. Is that short for something?
I was named for my uncle.
Ben Urich.
Do you know that Wilson Fisk
was the main suspect in your uncle's murder?
Why do you think I'm here?
Not everything I write is under my name.
So if you ever want to put anything real out there,
there's an email on this card.
Dr. Glenn, allow me to introduce Mayor and Mrs. Fisk.
I would like for you to be
my administration's Commissioner of Mental Health.
It would be my honor.
You are aware of the rumors that surround you?
Shall I call you Swordsman?
Is that a threat?
Of course not. It's merely a warning.
This city is in a crisis.
Consider yourself founding members of my Anti-Vigilante Task Force.
There will be no body cams, no due process, no warrants!
And in the immediate future, curfew is at 8:00 p.m.
New York City is under martial law.
I'm gonna take this city back, Karen.
Where do we start?
So, did Mayor Fisk fix it?
Yeah.
You know, I read the papers, see the numbers that, like,
violent crime is down, way down. Property crime, too.
But screw the papers.
You can feel it. New York is back and better than ever.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Find him!
They're going to come for us.
Northern Star is all over the news.
You definitely sent Fisk a message.
Your source was right. This is big.
It's a crack in Fisk's armor.
The boat was full of weapons. Rocket launchers, assault rifles.
- Military grade. European, I think. - Holy shit.
He's using the Freeport to smuggle arms.
- I think we hit him hard. - Good.
Fisk's gonna lose his mind.
Yeah, I just can't help but wonder what is,
who is all that firepower for?
You know who could find out.
Yeah, yeah, give her a call.
We get the message out there that the mayor is running guns.
The weapons, all of it, still on board, just outside the port.
So, what's next?
Proving it.
Okay, well, I'm pretty sure I could help with that.
Oh, yeah?
I'm kinda counting on it, Miss Page.
I need to call in a favor with Metro General?
No.
Stitches?
No.
Then I guess tonight was a pretty good night.
It could get better.
Harbor Control confirms that the wreck is blocking the entrance to the port.
Nothing is landing until the Northern Star is cleared.
Perishables are being diverted to New Jersey.
This is a terrorist attack.
Orchestrated and executed by the vigilante of Hell's Kitchen.
Uh, yeah, I think I can get that out there.
Powell, I want you to organize the salvage operation.
Copy that. I'll have a crew for you by morning.
The hunt for Daredevil and Karen Page, intensify it.
Yes, sir.
Buck...
Who knew what was in that ship besides you and I?
Only the captain and the first mate, sir.
Find them.
Yeah, it's me.
Yeah, I'm watching.
Yeah, I would say "clusterfuck" is a pretty apt description.
No, no, it's fine. I'll go up there myself.
I need the miles.
So, what do you think?
- Mayor Fisk is gonna clean that up. - I worry about the pollution.
Babe, this is the East River, okay? It's nasty.
There's diapers floating there. The masked bastards worry me.
I don't care what he needs to do. Lockdowns, task force,
throw the book at 'em, whatever.
If these animals can do something like that...
...what's next?
Fisk is losing his mind.
It'll probably take me a bit longer to meet up with my sources.
Let's make it four o'clock?
If you're not back by 5:00, I'll meet you at the fallback spot.
You okay?
I mean, just fucking every time, Matt.
No matter how we come at him, no matter what we do,
Fisk just gets back up.
Even worse than before.
Yeah, that's why we have to keep trying, huh?
Yeah.
We expose that he's running guns,
he's using the Freeport to line his and his cronies' pockets.
Show the city, show Albany who he is and...
he will be held accountable.
I have to believe that, Kare.
Jess just pulled the ship's manifest.
Well, she get who he's smuggling guns for?
Uh... No,
but for now we have the captain and the first mate.
Both Cypriot nationals and both have family in Astoria.
I'll check it out.
- Okay. - Hey, be careful.
They're here, sir.
It's good to see you again, Mr. Gomez.
You haven't met the Attorney General yet, have you, Mayor Fisk?
No, I have not.
Certainly not for the lack of trying, I might add.
I have my hands full here in New York.
Which is why we are here, actually.
You've given yourself extraordinary emergency powers.
Your Safer Streets initiative equates vigilantes with terrorists?
Imposing mandatory life sentences
on anyone convicted of extra-judicial actions.
Your point being?
My point is that these are provocative moves, Mr. Mayor.
Moves that weren't discussed with the Governor,
weren't discussed with myself.
Yeah, and now you got a ship capsized in the East River.
Please tell the Governor that the culprit
will be brought to justice loudly, visibly.
I vowed to clean up the streets and I've done that.
Listen, Wilson, all I'm trying to say is that
there will be a lot of scrutiny with the Vigilante Trials.
My office needs to be involved.
I know you're not gonna like it, but that means oversight.
Uh, okay. Hi. Sorry I'm late.
Do you know they have a Gyro King in Manhattan?
The line around the cart was, like, it was insane,
but look at this thing. It's a pound of food.
- Excuse me. - Yes?
Uh, I don't know why security let you in,
or if you're even supposed to be here.
I am definitely supposed to be here, Sheila.
And Mr...
Charles. Mr. Charles.
Um... Well, where are you from?
Um...
So good. Langley.
I don't what you or the agency thinks that you're doing here, but...
Well, I don't know what a Lieutenant Governor actually is,
so I guess we're even, aren't we, Juan?
Well, whoever you are...
we will not be intimidated.
You're definitely gonna wanna answer that phone call.
Steverud.
Oh?
Yeah, I totally understand.
Yes, Miss de Fontaine.
As I was saying, Mr. Fisk, my office will totally support you
and your policies regarding vigilantism, Safer Streets, hell, all of it.
Oversight?
Won't be a problem.
I appreciate that very much.
Your mayor has an interesting take on jurisprudence.
I ask for a lawyer and I get a psychiatrist.
This evaluation is for your legal team at Murdock and McDuffie...
as well as the District Attorney.
I'm just an impartial observer here.
Oh, please, Dr. Glenn. Impartial?
That's cheeky.
And where exactly is...
"here"?
Well, in the case of adults dressing up in costume
and fighting with the police,
it seems a psychological evaluation is in order.
An absurd accusation which I categorically deny.
Mr. Duquesne, are you saying
that you're not the vigilante known as The Swordsman?
I'm saying
District Attorney Hochberg will have to prove that in court.
I'm gonna ask you some true or false questions.
There's no wrong answer. Please answer truthfully.
True or false?
"I like mechanics magazines."
This is a waste of both our time.
If a psychological evaluation is needed, I prefer it be done by a professional
agreed upon by both the prosecution and the defense.
I know the law, Dr. Glenn.
Do you?
Then you know you're being held here under the Safer Streets Act.
You're not at Rikers.
The NYPD has no jurisdiction over this place,
or any knowledge of your whereabouts.
Those two men outside can do whatever they please to you,
should I ask them to.
And your trial,
the only thing that might ever enable you to see the light of day
can be postponed...
until you heal.
Or canceled if you don't.
True or false?
"I like mechanics magazines."
False.
If you're calling about a relative detained by Task Force,
I'll have to put you on hold.
How long since you've last heard from them?
I need you to look into those for me if you can.
One investigator can't be expected to handle...
Fisk targets people who can't pay and we can't afford another investigator.
And you can't afford to pay me.
I know.
- This is real David and Goliath shit. - I ain't got a sling.
Look, half of these pickups are Task Force pickups.
These people just tend to disappear, Kirsten.
Then we need to find them.
Anything?
Nah, no, nothing, nada.
Matt's gonna be fine, okay? He's gonna be fine.
Oh... He's just... He's just gonna be fine?
My partner, my friend goes missing...
Oh, shit.
Hochberg.
- Detective Cherry. - I'm retired.
I'll honor the badge in whatever form it comes.
Could I speak with Miss McDuffie privately?
Yeah, I was just on my way out.
You good?
Yeah. Never better.
Not exactly a white-shoe firm these days.
More of a, I don't know, legal aid hostel.
Yeah. Yeah.
At least I get to keep my soul at the end of the day.
Kirsten, we both know I don't need to be here.
I came because I respect you.
You were one of my best, and I want to save you
from an avalanche of career-ending embarrassment.
Plead out.
Avoid the humiliation of losing the Duquesne case.
Oh, Ben.
I have four brothers. I don't get embarrassed.
But thank you.
Thank you very much for, you know, caring about my career.
My defenses are rock solid and I have the evidence to prove it.
Oh. You... You think the evidence matters?
Wow.
What happened to you?
I read the tea leaves.
Kirsten, come back to the DA's Office.
I'll match whatever lie you tell me you're making here.
Well, you know, it's a very generous offer,
and I must respectfully say...
fuck you!
Well, that's disappointing, Kirsten.
And I really prefer...
Counselor McDuffie.
I'll see you in court, Counselor McDuffie.
Sure as shit you will.
I'm surprised to see you out here so publicly.
Yeah, it's important. The ship, the Northern Star.
Yeah, I had a feeling you're behind this.
It's loaded with military weapons. Heavy-duty ordnance.
- Christ. Who is he in bed with? - I'm working on that.
He's obviously making money for more than just his rich friends.
This is our best chance to expose him.
Fisk will move the weapons before we can link him to the ship.
You sank his ship for Christ's sake.
I mean, here's a guy that would kill
if someone's rude to his wife, and this...
Fisk will destroy the whole city.
You know I'm retired, right?
Men died on that boat, Cherry.
You and Kirsten are getting pretty good at laying the guilt, you know that?
It's 'cause it works. How is she?
She's worried about you. Would it kill you to reach out to her?
I can't put her at risk.
- And me? - You're old.
- Fuck you! - Hey...
I've been a target since that night at Josie's.
You know who I am and you've never let me down.
That's why I come to you.
That's why I'm gonna keep coming to you.
All right, all right, all right, so...
Northern Star, what do you need from me?
Captain and the First Mate flooded the boat and took off.
They're co-conspirators in the gun-running.
Achilleo Kyriaco and Christofi Savva.
You need me to spell those names?
Yeah, I need you to spell those names.
Let's get them. Let's go.
Go.
Move away from the fucking door.
What are you looking at? Move away.
Go, go!
- Move, move. - Clear the fuck out.
Let's go!
I'm looking for either of these two men.
This is supposed to be one of their spots.
I'm sorry. My English...
Don't fucking do that. Yes or no?
Right.
There, there, there.
New York is back and better than ever.
Oh, shit.
BB Urich.
My useful little pawn.
Look at how she sells my lies so well.
Her uncle, Ben Urich, would be so disappointed in her,
but that's what got him killed.
Anyway, it's your favorite mayor, Wilson Fisk.
Speaking of what a great mayor I am,
I made so much money off that secret port
for my rich and criminal friends,
making sure the rich get richer
and you stay poorer!
Uh-oh. Looks like I spoke too soon. Someone caught me.
Spoiled again by that dastardly do-gooder.
I hope he didn't find my illegal goods.
Don't worry, I'll get him in the end.
Just don't you dare try to dig into what I'm really doing.
That's all for now, and remember,
I love you, New York.
BB!
Whoa, whoa, chill, chill.
- Hi. - I'm chill.
- Yeah. - Thank you so much for coming.
Dude, what the fuck?
Yeah, right? It's pretty dope.
No, dope is any place in Manhattan without eight roommates.
This is two steps beyond that.
Well, I will remind you
I am Deputy Mayor now, Miss Urich.
Oh, yes, you remind me all the time.
And even on that salary, you can't afford this.
No, it's perfect. Fisk owns the building, so he cut me a deal.
Daniel, Fisk shouldn't be involved in any of his old businesses.
No, no, no, he's all legit.
He put everything he owns into a trust, which, you know...
Buck Cashman administers.
Look, Daniel, you have to be careful, okay?
Fisk is playing a ten-dimensional game and if that comes crashing down,
he's not gonna be the one that gets hurt.
No, I know, I know. I appreciate that.
I appreciate you.
By the way, you killed it with New York's Back and Better Than Ever.
Everyone was stoked.
- Yeah, thanks. - Yeah.
We're closed.
Fisk's Task Force do this?
Please.
It's none of your concern.
Yeah, it is. I'm a lawyer.
I feel you run a little side hustle, getting people out of New York.
That's why he came to you, isn't it? Achilleo?
I think, uh...
we might be on the same team here.
- Murdock? - Mmm-hmm.
Aren't you supposed to be missing, Mr. Murdock, or dead?
Yeah. There's a lot of that going around these days.
Don't remind me.
Look, Achilleo and Christofi are in a lot of trouble,
and I'd like to help protect them if I can.
Achilleo was supposed to go to Toronto tonight.
And a plane to Nicosia, but...
You just point me in the right direction, I'll find him.
Task Force took him... which means nobody finds him.
What about Christofi?
If they got him too,
no one can help him.
Not even the lawyer from Hell's Kitchen.
Yeah, maybe not.
But we have to try, don't we?
Yes.
We are doomed to try.
I told you, I did what I was told.
The devil came.
I sank the ship. It was supposed to sink.
By "devil" you mean Daredevil?
Yes, yes, yes. Daredevil devil...
Hey, hey.
Where's Christofi?
I don't know.
Why'd you run?
Honestly, mate,
d'you ever think maybe you enjoy your work a bit too much?
He confirmed it was Daredevil on the boat.
Yeah. Top tip.
Smashing someone's face in can make them reluctant to comply.
Next time, maybe pop the kettle on. Yeah?
Get them talking over a nice cup of tea.
Just a thought.
Now, do you mind?
Sorry about him.
He's new.
I did what I was told.
I... I just want to go home.
Yeah, 'course you do.
You know what?
I think that can be arranged.
Yeah, thank you, Buck.
So...
do we speak freely in front of the missus, or, I mean, everyone has their own...
...protocols.
Do you try to be abrasive?
Is it part of your tradecraft?
I am what I am, Mrs. Fisk.
I doubt that very much.
- Mmm. - Vanessa, she...
She's privy to all my business dealings, and I hers.
Well, I didn't mean to offend, so...
But you have.
And I don't appreciate you grandstanding in my office.
Well, that's funny. I would have called that divine fucking intervention.
Look, Mr. Mayor, um...
the people I work for are very grateful for the use of your very special port.
But this is now going kind of like eight different ways of fucked up, right?
I'm handling it.
My Task Force is organizing a Salvage Team.
No.
Uh...
Most of my job is... is logistics.
But people don't know that, but it's true.
Like, the corpses, that's easy.
Just make sure they sink to the river bottom and they stay there.
But moving 30 tons of military ordnance across a major metropolitan area
without a single fucking person knowing about it,
that's not easy, man. It's... I mean...
But it is absolutely necessary.
My men, they're effective. They're very loyal.
Great.
So you have no problem killing them after they've unloaded the boat.
Right?
Good men are hard to come by.
I could put together a little night crew, decent workers, nothing special.
You know, sailors from all over the world.
Easy enough to make them disappear in an industrial accident,
after they unload the goods into your Red Hook warehouse.
Obviously, it's up to you.
And nothing gets traced back to us.
Or you...
Mr. Charles.
Whatever your name is.
Lovely lady is correct.
No, nothing.
That circle is complete.
Well, it seems our interests are aligned.
They are.
It's my inside guy.
Well, "source."
Only he doesn't know it.
Do you like him?
I mean, he grows on you, but, no, not like that.
Good. Could get complicated.
Does he have any idea what you're up to?
No.
Maybe. I don't know.
Mmm.
You know, your uncle used to say something.
Took me a little too long to figure out what he meant. But...
He said the easiest people to manipulate
are manipulators.
Never forget, BB, we are manipulators.
Is this some, like, sisterhood, "here endeth the lesson" type shit?
No. No, it's, um...
more like an "I don't want you to die" type of shit.
Yeah.
I do not want you to follow in the footsteps of your uncle.
You guys were close, right?
Yeah, he's, um...
He's a big part of why I'm here with you right now.
'Cause Fisk killed him.
Yes.
And I, um...
I have a lot of guilt about that.
I'm pretty sure Ben died to save me.
- Shit. - Yeah.
You know, there's a lot of dead bodies behind us, BB.
I think maybe the best way to honor them...
would be not to join them.
Take care of yourself.
"At times I feel like smashing things."
False.
"No one seems to understand me."
False.
"I'm often the smartest person in the room."
True.
- Hello? - Dr. Glenn.
It's Ben Hochberg. I'm just prepping my opener,
and I'm looking over your psych eval on Jacques Duquesne.
I'm just looking over his MMPI.
Um, well, call it serendipity, then.
That's, uh, kind of what I wanted to talk to you about.
Your contemporaneous notes are fantastic.
His, uh, his hostility,
his hatred of authority, all... All great.
Um...
It does get a little wonky in the data.
How do you mean?
Well, Dr. Glenn, you have a PhD, my jurors have the Internet.
If I can convince them that Duquesne is a sociopath,
that might have a much easier time sending him back into a deep, dark hole.
And, uh, since you're checking over the answers anyway...
Dr. Glenn, are you there?
Dr. Glenn?
I'm sorry. Um...
Yeah, it's... Of course it's possible I entered the data wrong.
That is great.
Mayor Fisk said you would be helpful.
He's a very big fan of yours, you know.
As am I.
Thank you. I appreciate it.
Whenever you're done, if you could send me over
a corrected copy of the data, that'd be great.
Absolutely. You'll have it by the end of the day.
One of these days, we should have a drink, don't you think?
"Evil spirits possess me at times."
I beg your pardon?
Just answer the question.
"Evil spirits possess me at times."
False.
I will never figure out how you do that.
You know, years of brutal training from a borderline psychotic sensei.
- That all? - There is nothing to it. Here.
This restaurateur in Astoria.
She was trying to get Achilleo to Cyprus. Nice.
She's there if we need her.
Good. And we need more people making trouble for Fisk,
especially with the vigilante trials coming up.
Hey!
- It's too fast. - Sorry.
Sorry.
Hey, you okay?
Yeah. Yeah. Just the trials are just...
You miss it?
- Do I miss it? - You know...
Being Matt Murdock?
Nelson, Murdock, and Page...
Wow, I don't know. Just...
Just trying to focus on moving forward.
Yeah, I...
Yeah, I guess, sometimes I do. Yeah.
You?
Every damn day.
♪ It's crazy I know I've got nowhere to go ♪
♪ But up here, I wear my seatbelt ♪
Everything is good?
So happy to have you back.
Thank you.
♪ Gee whiz ♪
♪ Look at his eyes ♪
Kirsten...
David and fucking Goliath.
♪ How they hypnotize ♪
Task Force. Open up.
What do you want?
Just wanna talk.
Unless you got a warrant...
the door stays closed.
Come on, Cherry, it don't gotta be like that.
Yeah. Yeah, I do.
Sit down.
Why are you and a bunch of loser cops looking for Greek sailors?
Which loser cops are we talking about?
I can do this all night.
Yeah, you hit like a kid.
He's here. Daredevil...
You okay?
No, I'm not okay.
Can you stand? There you go.
Fuck.
- No... - Your heart.
I suck.
Sure could take a punch a lot better ten years ago.
Foggy...
Holy shit!
It's Matt Murdock.
♪ Gee whiz ♪
♪ Look at his eyes ♪
♪ Gee whiz, how they hypnotize ♪
♪ He's got everything a girl could want ♪
♪ Man, oh, man, what a prize! ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh! ♪
♪ Gee whiz ♪
♪ He's all the joy ♪
♪ Gee whiz ♪
♪ I could find in a boy ♪
♪ He's awful nice, it's paradise ♪
♪ I hope I'm not his decoy ♪
♪ Decoy ♪
♪ Heaven up above knows how much ♪
♪ I love that fella so ♪
♪ Angels sing of a love like this ♪
♪ I hope our love will grow and grow ♪
♪ Oh, gee whiz ♪
♪ I love that guy ♪
♪ Gee whiz ♪
♪ My, my, oh my ♪
♪ There are things we could do ♪
♪ I could say I love you ♪
♪ But all I can say is ♪
♪ Gee whiz! ♪