[Water Dripping]
[Squeaking]
[Frantic Squeaking]
[Sirens Wailing In Distance]
[Sirens Approaching Closer]
[Groans]
[Sighs, Groaning]
Good God.
Matthew. Matthew.
[Man Narrating] They say your whole life flashes before your eyes...
when you die.
And it's true... even for a blind man.
[Train Wheels Clattering]
- [Boys Chattering, Laughing] - I grew up in Hell's Kitchen.
The politicians and the real estate developers call it Clinton now...
but a neighborhood, like everything else, has a soul.
- [Boy] He's about to cry. - And souls don't change with the name.
- Come on, shrimp. Hit me. I'll give you a free shot. - [Boy #2] Hit him again.
- You fight like your dad. - Yeah.
- Come on. Hit me. - My dad's gonna be champ.
- Your dad's a bum. Come on. Hit me. - Yeah. A bum.
- [Laughing] He's a punk. - [Groans]
- [Boy #2] Yeah. He's a punk. - [Boy #3] Can't fight. Sure can run though.
- Pathetic. - [Door Closes]
[Continues Narrating] My father was a boxer.
- [TVPlaying, Indistinct] - A sportswriter once wrote that he fought like the devil...
and the name stuck.
Jack "The Devil" Murdock was a contender.
- But that was a long time ago. - [TVShuts Off]
Come on, Dad. Get up.
[Grunts]
- Who won? - Cohan.
Yeah?
- I beat him, you know. - I know, Dad.
- T.K.O. - That's right, Matty. You remember.
- Hey. Hey, what's that? - Nothin'.
I told you I didn't want you fightin'.
[Sighs] I tried to walk away like you said...
but they kept givin' me shit.
Don't curse.
What kind of shit?
They said that you work for Fallon, that you're one of his guys now.
[Scoffs] Get over here. Sit down.
Come on.
You think I'd be pullin' double overtime down at the docks...
if I was workin' for Fallon?
What, are you nuts?
You don't hit nothin' but books. Get me?
You be a doctor or a lawyer.
Not like me.
[Sighs] Dad--
Matt... you can do it.
You can do anything if you're not afraid.
Now you promise me.
I promise, Dad.
[Men Chattering]
[Man] Hey, John, pull that line all the way in...
then bring the crane around front, all right?
Hey, kid! What are you trying to get yourself killed?
I'm lookin' for my dad, Jack Murdock. You seen him?
Murdock? Nah, he ain't worked here in months.
Now, beat it, huh?
[Men Arguing, Indistinct]
[Man] Jack, I don't want you to hurt me.
- I will! - Jack, come on. I got obligations.
- Dad? - Okay, I got it!
Matt?
Matt!
[Shouts, Indistinct]
[Screams]
[Electricity Crackling]
[Loud Concussion]
- [Concussion Repeats] - [Gasping]
[Concussion Repeats]
[Continues Gasping]
[Loud Concussion]
[Concussions Continue]
[Metallic Beeping]
- [Scraping Cloth] - [Voices On P.A., Indistinct]
- [Groans] - [Squeaking]
[Man's Voice, Distorted]
- [Feet Running] - [Vehicle Horns Honking]
- [Tires Screeching] - [Motor Rewing]
No! [Gasping]
[Sirens Wailing]
- [Phones Ringing] - [Loud Beeping]
- [Jackhammer Drilling] - [Traffic Roaring]
- [Bell Tolling] - [Jackhammer Continues]
[Noises Quiet Down]
Matty, I, uh, I talked to the doctor--
I'm blind. I know.
- How could you know? - I heard you talking in his office.
I hear everything.
Something's happening to me, Dad. I don't know what it is.
[Sighs] I'm sorry, Matty.
I'm so sorry.
[Sobbing]
[Matt Narrating] We made each other a silent promise.
To never give up.
- To be fearless. - [Grunting]
To stick up for the long shots like us.
We were two fighters on the comeback trail.
[Hinge Squeaking]
I had lost my sight, but I got something back in return.
- [Grunts] - My remaining four senses...
functioned with superhuman sharpness.
But most amazing of all...
my sense of sound gave off a kind of radar sense.
[Squeaking]
High above the roar of the streets...
I trained my body and my senses.
An acute sense of touch gave me both strength and balance...
until the city itself became my playground.
I was the boy without fear.
Whoo-hoo!
[Crowd Cheering]
- [Coughs] - The winner!
[Boy] Hey, Murdock! Round two.
[Boys Laughing]
- What's up, freak? - [Boy #2] Look at him, man. Look at his eyes.
Hooo-ooh!
- Kick his ass, man. - Fight me. I dare ya.
- Yeah, Murdock. - I dare ya.
[Boy #2] That's what I'm sayin' Kick his ass.
[Boy Laughing]
Come on, man. Let's just go.
Okay.
[Grunts]
[Screams, Grunts]
[Screaming, Grunting]
[Groans]
[Man] Jack, it's been a while.
- [People Shouting, Indistinct] - I don't work for you no more, Fallon.
Jack, you never stopped.
Did you really think you won those fights on your own?
You're 42 years old.
Miller, Mack, Bendez?
They're all my fighters--
just like you.
And now it's your turn to take a fall.
Think about your boy, Jack.
I'm sure you'll do the right thing.
[Tapping]
Matty.
[Crowd Yelling, Indistinct]
[Yelling Increases]
[Grunting, Groaning]
Stop-- Stop clinching.
Let him go. Clean fight.
[Groans]
No! Come on, Dad! Come on, Dad! Get up!
You can do it! Come on!
Come on, Dad! Get up!
- Come on! - [Gasping]
Let's go! Come on!
Come on, Dad! Get up!
Never give up! Remember?
[Straining]
Yeah! Yeah! Come on, Dad! All right!
[Referee] You all right? Murdock! You all right?
- Okay. Let's fight! - Go, Dad! Go.!
Ten! He's out! Fight's over!
[Crowd Cheering]
[Man On P.A.] Ladies and gentlemen, the winner, by way of knockout--
Jack "The Devil" Murdock!
[Jack] This one was for you, Matty.
[Matt Narrating] I waited outside of the Olympic for my father.
In some ways, I'm still waiting.
- [Punch Lands] - [Man Groans]
[Man] Finish him off!.
Dad!
[Vehicle Departs]
I can't see you, Dad.
I can't see you.
[Sniffs]
[Matt Narrating] No one cared much about the death...
of a washed-up prizefighter.
Nobody but me.
I would keep my promise.
I would help those that others wouldn't.
I would seek justice...
one way...
or another.
[Door Opens]
[Police Radio Echoing, Indistinct]
[People Chattering]
[Chattering Continues]
- [Jet Engine Roars] - [Radio Chatter Continues]
* [Rock]
Ladies and gentlemen, we're here today...
to seek truth...
to seek justice.
Mr. Quesada, would you state for the court...
the sequence of events leading up to the night of June 30?
I stopped off at Josie's Bar after work.
I had a few drinks. Angela was there.
She was closing up. She asked me if I wanted to stick around...
for some fun.
[Heart Beating]
Anything that happened after that was entirely consensual.
- Are you aware that perjury is a crime, Mr. Quesada? - [Man] Objection.
My client is a respectable member of the community, where Miss Sutton...
- has a history of drug and alcohol abuse... - My client is not on trial.
- which not only makes her testimony suspect-- - Nor is her testimony suspect.
- Gentlemen, that's enough. - The truth is...
Mr. Murdock, is that Miss Sutton--
Miss Sutton enjoyed every minute of it.
[Crying]
Mr. Quesada, for your sake...
I hope justice is found here today...
before justice finds you.
Matt? Matt, where are you going?
Man, we knew this was a risk going in.
Why? She's from the Kitchen, she's not from the Upper East Side?
Yeah. Come on, Matt. She has a history of drug abuse.
- That was a long time ago. - Juries don't like their victims flawed.
[Chuckling]
[Matt] It's not right.
Yeah? Here's what I don't get.
How can a scumbag like Quesada afford an attorney like Hirsch?
He can't. The Kingpin's gotta be footing the bill.
- Come on. Let's go get drunk. - Not tonight.
I got work to do.
- [Siren Wailing] - [Truck Horn Honking]
- * [Rock] - [People Chattering]
[Exhales]
Line 'em up, Josie, I'm ready to party tonight.
You got a lot of nerve comin' in here after what you did.
- Didn't you hear? I'm innocent, baby. - [Scoffs]
[Engines Revving]
Bikes behind the cage!
No burn-outs, you assholes!
[Engines Revving]
- [Cheering] - Whoo! Yeah!
d[Rock]
[Chattering]
Hey, hey, hey! What's happenin'?
- Hey, Louie. - What's up, goombah?
[All Chattering]
[Quesada] To the justice system, right? Of course I beat it.
Kingpin's got my back, bro. How ya doin' sweetie?
- Boss. - What's up?
What's up with that?
Is that guy for real?
Yeah, he's for real.
- What do you want? - Justice.
[Groans]
[People Screaming, Shouting]
[Groaning]
[Grunting]
d[Continues]
[Panting, Groaning]
[Groaning, Grunting]
- [Bone Cracks] - [Groans]
[Man Gasping, Groaning]
[Gasping, Groaning Continue]
Quesada!
Time to give the devil his due.
[Gasping, Groaning]
[Groans]
Oh, God! Oh, God!
[Sirens Wailing]
[Screams]
- [Train Wheels Squealing] - [Groans]
[Strike Echoing]
- [Choking] - Hi. How ya doin'?
Didn't you hear?
- I was acquitted. - Not by me.
[Choking]
Who made you judge?
[Laughs] Wh-- You did.
- [Train Wheels Squealing] - [Screams]
- [Chamber Clicking] - Go to hell... diablo.
Okay, but you'll beat me there.
- [Gunshot] - [Groans, Screams]
[Groaning]
[Train Approaching]
Hey. That light...
at the end of the tunnel?
Guess what? That's not heaven.
- I'll kill you! - That's the "C" Train.
Oh, my God!
[Chattering]
Hey. You can't go past there.
- Call Charlie. - Right.
You're wastin' your time, Urich.
- There's nothin' to see here. - Jose Quesada...
and the rest of Jose Quesada.
Whole lotta nothin'. Huh, Nick?
You keep runnin' those stories, and we're gonna end up with a bunch of copycat vigilantes...
who are gonna get themselves killed.
Are you here to confirm that Daredevil is responsible for this, Detective?
Come on, Urich. Stop bustin' my--
There is no proof that your so-called Daredevil was involved...
nor that he even exists.
- Got it? - [Beep]
Got it.
[Matt Narrating] Can one man make a difference?
There are days when I believe...
and others when I have lost all faith.
[Beeps]
[Woman] Matt, it's Heather. Are you there?
Of course you're not there. You're never there.
At least not for me.
Look, I didn't wanna do this over the phone...
but it's not like you've given me any choice.
I mean, it's been three months now...
and I've never even seen your apartment.
Every time we sleep together, I wake up in the morning alone.
I mean, Jesus, where do you go at 3:00 in the morning?
I thought that if I waited, if I was patient enough,you'd let me in...
that we'd take our relationship to the next level.
Then I realized that this is the next level.
Good-bye, Matt. I hope you find what you're looking for.
[Sighs]
[Grunts, Spits]
- [Groans Softly] - [Woman] Please, don't hurt me.
- [Man Grunting] - [Woman] Please, don't do that.
[Arguing, Indistinct]
[Gasping]
[Sighing]
[Sighs]
Shh. Sleep now.
Listen to this. "Eyewitnesses say that Quesada was singled out...
by the demonic vigilante known as the Daredevil."
I don't know why you read that trash.
- I've been hearin' stories for years. Gotta be somethin' to it. - Like alligators in the sewers?
There are alligators in the sewers. I got a friend in Sanitation. He's seen them.
Fine. Just drop it.
You should see this guy. They got this picture--
- They have a picture? - It's, like, a drawing, an artist's rendering.
It's just-- It's grotesque.
I'd hate to see this guy's therapy bills.
Speaking of bills, your client Mr. Lee, he made his first payment.
- That's great. You should be very happy. - Yeah, it's fantastic.
He paid in fluke. Fluke is a fish, Matt.
Did you know that? I sure as hell didn't.
Mr. Lee is a good man, and he... doesn't have a lot of money...
and he goes fishing on the weekends.
I go salsa dancing weekends, but I don't shake my ass to pay my phone bill.
Pass the honey, please.
We need some better clients. I'm tired of these pro bono cases.
What is your problem with our clients? We have good, honorable clients.
Decent people. What's your idea of "better"? Define "better."
- What would be a better client? - "Better" means rich and guilty. Okay?
Remember when they taught us in law school how to create a moral vacuum...
so you could represent people who aren't all necessarily innocent?
That was your best course, as I recall.
You don't have a moral vacuum.
- You are completely vacuumless. - [Laughs]
And what happened to your face?
Nothing. A small cut. I walked into a door.
Every time you disappear, we can't get ahold of you, you come in all cut up.
I'm in the fight club. The first rule of fight club: Don't talk about fight club.
- You're not in the fight club, you're out of it. - I didn't see the movie.
I'm sure it's a funny joke, but I didn't see it.
Okay, all I'm sayin' is I'm here for you as a friend.
I hate to bring it up again, but I spent $3,000 on that Seeing Eye dog.
- I didn't ask you for the dog. - Can I say something else?
Seeing Eye dogs bond for life-- yours ran away.
What does that tell you about how emotionally available you are?
- [Sniffs] - What? What? Where? Where?
Front door. Not yet. Soon.
Now.
[Inhales]
Tell me.
- You want the truth? -Absolutely.
She's hideous. I don't know if it's a fungus...
or some sort of congenital birth defect.
But as your attorney in this matter, I advise you...
take no further action.
- I'm sorry. Excuse me. - Sure.
Uh... I was just looking for some honey.
- Could you help me out? - Right in front of you.
[Chuckles] Well...
could you be a little bit more specific?
- What are you-- - Blind? Yeah.
- I am so sorry. - That's okay.
The, uh--
[Coughs]
- Friend of yours? - I've never seen him before.
Matt Murdock.
Nice to meet you, Matt Murdock.
Nice to meet you. Uh--
I didn't get your name.
I didn't give it.
I tell ya, some people have no compassion for the handicapped.
[Chuckles] Apparently not.
- Where you goin'? - Gonna file an appeal.
We have to be in the courthouse by noon.
- 12:00, Matt. - I'll be there.
[Children Shouting, Indistinct]
[Sniffing]
- What do you want? - I just wanted to get your name.
- I didn't want any trouble. - Look...
I don't like being followed, so don't.
Uh, wait a minute.
Wait a second. Take it easy.
And I don't like being touched.
Why don't you tell me what you do like, and we'll start there.
[Neck Cracking]
Sure you're blind?
Sure you don't wanna tell me your name?
- You're holding back. - Yes.
Don't.
Does every guy have to go through all this to find out your name?
Try asking for my number.
[Children Shouting] Fight! Fight! Fight!
[Both Panting]
Stop hitting me.
- Okay. - [Groans]
My name's Elektra Natchios.
Thanks. That's all I wanted to know.
I have to go.
Go? Wait a second. Hold on.
D-Don't-- I don't wanna get my ass kicked again...
I just want to know why you have to go.
[Sighs]
My bodyguard is here.
Your bodyguard?
If you need a bodyguard, I'm in serious trouble.
I thought I lost him at the coffee shop.
Dad can be a little overprotective.
Oh, "Natchios." Right, as in "Nikolas Natchios."
- That's Dad. - [Speaking Greek]
[Speaking Greek]
How am I going to find you?
You won't.
I'll find you.
Shit!
- What's wrong, Wesley? - Have you seen the papers today?
Somebody's been talking.
Somebody always does.
Wesley, did you know, back in ancient times...
they would cut the tongues out of their bodyguards their first day on the job?
You think that's horrible, don't you?
'Cause you don't like the physical stuff.
I do.
[Groans]
[Roaring]
[Bones Cracking]
[Breathing Heavily]
Whoo! [Laughs]
Wesley, handkerchief.
[Sighs]
Your 11:00 is here.
Natchios, my dear old friend.
I'm getting out, Wilson. Uh-- I am out.
- [Laughing] - You think it's funny?
- [Water Pouring] - They're writing about the Kingpin.
They're going back to the beginning.
Oh, I'm tired of looking over my shoulder.
I wanna put all that behind me. I want you to buy me out.
I think you'll find this a very generous offer.
So, what do you say?
How's your daughter?
[Matt] I said I was sorry. What do you want?
Details. You owe me that.
Her name's Elektra Natchios.
She sounds like a Mexican appetizer.
It's Greek, genius. Her father's Nikolas Natchios.
- The billionaire? - Yeah. See? Yes, the billionaire.
Then as your attorney in this matter, I advise you to marry the woman immediately.
I'll take it under consideration.
- What do we got? - Oh, this one's a real winner.
Daunte Jackson, ex-con from Queens...
charged with the August 9th murder of Lisa Tazio--
your friendly neighborhood prostitute.
The bad news is Jackson was found passed-out in an alley...
holding the murder weapon...
and enough THC in his lungs to get Staten Island high.
Jackson says he can't remember what happened on the night of the murder...
or, for that matter, most of the '90s.
- What's the good news? - The fluke wasn't bad. Could you let us in?
Mr. Jackson.
Who are you?
We're your attorneys.
If you're innocent.
So, are you... innocent?
- Yeah. - [Heart Beating Normally]
Hell yeah.
[Normal Heartbeat Continues]
I believe you.
Y-You do?
- You do? - You got yourself a defense.
Thank you. Thank you, sir.
I want you to create a paper trail...
one that can be traced to Natchios.
- Sir? - The press want a kingpin, so I'll give 'em a kingpin.
Get me Bullseye.
[Belches]
[Cell Phone Beeps]
Two out of three.
[Low Growl]
Bloody Irish piece of trash.
[Chuckling]
[Crowd Gasps]
[Body Thumps On Floor]
What do you think Jackson's gonna pay us with? Chronic?
- Foggy. - Hey, the guy's a three-time loser.
They found him a block away with the murder weapon.
Which makes the fact that he's innocent interesting.
How can you be so sure?
- Have I ever been wrong? - No. Which is really starting to annoy me.
Hey! Come on, I got a blind guy here!
- Use the crosswalk, asshole. - I love this city.
Empty your pockets.
[Alarm Ringing]
Raise your arms.
[Beeping]
[Beeps]
[Intermittent Beeping]
[Whimpering]
All right. This is it.
- Okay, now what? - Take a look around.
I know you have a built-in bullshit detector...
but this time it's on the blink.
- Let's say Jackson is innocent... - He is innocent.
then why go through the trouble to set him up?
Why the big cover-up in the death of a prostitute?
I don't know. I can't answer that.
I gotta find out more about Lisa Tazio.
Well, you know, too bad we don't have a key.
Matt, Matt, where are you going?
- Give me your pen. - Right here. Leave a note?
- Here. - That's my pen.
I must've been sick the day they taught that.
Was that real estate law?
- What do you see? - What do I see? I see high ceilings...
I see hardwood floors under carpet, I see some good feng shui--
- Think they rented this place yet? - [Laughs]
[Gasping]
What did she have a puppy?
- Ammonia. - So what?
Over blood. [Sniffs]
Something else.
Cordite-- gunpowder.
She was shot here and dragged outside...
to make it look like a random robbery.
Come on, Matt, there's nothin'over there. Let's go.
Write this down.
She wrote something here in a ballpoint pen.
The imprint is still in the wood.
- "M-O-M." - "M-O-M."
- "6-8." - "6-8."
There. I knew it. Her mother did it.
Now can we please go before we need attorneys too?
[Woman] Susie is my son Larry's daughter by his first marriage.
She eloped with this semi-colored fella from London.
What's the word for that? Mulatto. Yeah.
Just let's say he had a little cream in his coffee.
But he did very well for himself on the Internet...
but don't ask me how.
You know, they did get me a computer for Christmas last year.
[Muffled By Music] But I won't use it. I'm afraid it's going to explode.
Oh, but who can afford to fly these days?
But then my sister Marjorie called and said she had these frequent flyer miles...
and she couldn't use them because her sciatic nerve was acting up.
So I said-- [Gasps]
[Choking]
* [Walkman... Rap, Muffled]
Oh. She's sleeping.
- Can I get you anything before we land? - More peanuts, please.
Bill Evert here at the Manhattan Courthouse...
where accused killer Daunte Jackson--
[Woman] Jackson is accused of gunning down--
[Voices Overlapping]
Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury...
I am not here to convice you that Daunte Jackson is a model citizen.
He has been in and out of prisons and reform schools since he was 12 years old...
but this is not a court of character, however...
This is a court of law.
Isn't he facing the wrong way?
Don't worry, he's got them right where he wants them.
- Daunte Jackson is innocent. - Yeah.
And that is what it's been like for Mr. Jackson.
Like trying to talk to a wall.
Does this defense come with a two-drink minimum, Mr. Murdock?
I'm sorry, Your Honor, I'm trying to make a point.
You see, justice is blind...
but it can be heard...
and, today, the truth will come out. Thank you.
Here, r-r-right this way.
He's blind. He can't see anything.
[Sighs] Okay, here's the, uh, the arm.
You got the arm there, Matt?
Just reach down. There you go.
- [Shudders] I'm sorry. - [Crowd Gasping]
[Nervous Chuckle] Here we go.
You got it? Okay.
- Was that too much? - Yeah, it was a little much.
You always want to do the chair thing. It's embarrassing.
- We want sympathy, it's not The Gong Show. - Okay.
Officer McKensie, you were the arriving officer at the scene?
- That's correct. - Please tell us what you observed.
I was a block away when I got the call of shots being fired.
When I arrived on the scene, Lisa Tazio's body...
was lying dead on the steps of her apartment.
[Heart Beating Normally]
- I found Jackson passed out in the alley. - [Beating Continues]
- Still holding the murder weapon. - What's wrong?
- Tazio's wallet in his pocket. - McKensie's telling the truth.
Yeah, that happens sometimes in court.
No, no, no, no. Somebody has to be lying.
- What's he doing here? - Who?
It's Ben Urich, the reporter from the Post.
[Snorts] So does this mean you want a rematch?
I told you I'd find you.
- How did you know I wasn't a mugger? - [Chuckles]
Muggers don't usually wear rose oil or high heels...
at least this far from Chelsea.
Come here.
- There's something I wanna show you. - Wait a second.
Exactly how many women have you brought up here?
[Chuckling] Uh... you're my first.
- Good answer. - I thought that was the right answer.
[Elektra] Look at this. It's so beautiful.
I know. This was my favorite view of the city when I was a kid.
I really wanted you to see this.
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