Marvel's Iron Fist

That's my building.

You should sell it and buy some shoes.

Hi.

I'm, uh... guessing June doesn't work here anymore?

Doesn't matter.

Uh, I'm here to see Harold Meachum.

I'm sorry, that's not possible.

I'm Danny Rand. The son of Wendell Rand.

I've, uh, been away a long time.

And you're here to see Harold Meachum?

Yeah.

- One minute, please. - Okay.

I used to ride my skateboard around in here.

Someone will be right out to see you.

- Oh, thanks. - Mmm.

Welcome to Rand Enterprises.

Touch the interactive screen

- to access the company directory. - Whoa. This is new.

- You don't belong here. - Oh, wait.

- Uh, I... I'm Danny Rand. - Now.

- Come on, guys. Just call Harold. - You're out of here.

Whoa. Whoa! Hold him.

I just want to talk to Harold.

- Come on. - No.

Hey!

Excuse me.

Excuse me!

Who are you? Where's Harold?

Excuse me? Who are you?

Oh...

Ward?

Joy?

It's Danny.

Danny Rand.

How did you get up here?

The elevator. I, uh...

I came to see your father.

Look, but I think you're in the wrong place.

No, this is definitely the right place.

I'm sorry, but I'm calling security.

- They can help you. - Wait, no. It's me.

Look, I know it sounds crazy, but let me just talk to your dad, okay?

Then I can leave you guys alone.

I'm afraid Harold Meachum is dead.

What?

I... I didn't know. When?

Why isn't anyone picking up? Can you get security up here?

He died of cancer 12 years ago.

I'm sorry to hear that.

All our parents are gone now.

Okay, well, thanks for dropping by. I'm gonna show you...

What? No, no, no. I guess I need to talk to you, then.

What you need is to get out of my office.

Look, uh, it's me. Seriously.

Why don't we just all walk over to the Stage Deli?

We can have a cup of tea. We can talk about this.

Stage Deli's been closed for years.

It... it doesn't matter where we go, okay?

I just want to talk.

You are absolutely insane

if you think I'm gonna sit down and have a cup of tea with you.

- I know this is strange, but... - Really?

You think?

Maybe, that's because Danny Rand is dead.

Please, get out of here now.

Ward... you need to calm down.

Calm down?

Are you seriously telling me to calm down?

- Get out, or I will throw you out. - Ward, you need to back off.

Keep telling me what to do...

All right. All right. Let's all calm down, yeah?

Look, whoever you are, I think it's best if you leave...

Look, I don't want to leave!

I'm sorry.

I... I didn't mean to...

- Your last chance, buddy. - Ward, wait.

About time.

Take this crazy piece of shit away.

Look, it doesn't have to be like this, okay? I'm not dangerous.

He attacked the guards.

Serious?

Blindsided our guards in the lobby.

- I'm calling the police. - No.

If he gets arrested, he'll be out again in a few hours.

If you set foot in this building again,

our guards will take it as a personal threat

and will respond with whatever means necessary.

I think you know what that means.

Look, Ward, don't do this.

You're gonna feel real stupid once all this is cleared up.

Come on!

- You okay? - Yeah.

Still...

it's been, like, 15 years since Danny and his parents died.

This guy just shows up out of nowhere?

What?

You know what's weirder?

He looked like Danny. Right?

Joy...

I know. I know. It's crazy. It's...

It's not Danny.

It's not.

Heather, stay in your seat. Heather!

I'm okay.

I'm okay. Yeah, I... I'm good.

I don't give a shit what you are.

You know, you... you remind me of Billy.

He was, uh...

he was head of security when I left.

Yeah. I guess he retired.

One, two, three, four...

Park Place. That's mine. You owe me money.

Okay.

Ward, it's your turn.

One, two, three, four, five.

Kentucky Avenue, 250 bucks.

I don't think so.

What do you mean, "I don't think so"?

I don't wanna pay it.

- You have to. - It's the rules.

Dad says rules are for pussies.

Hello!

- Hey, we're home. - We're up here.

Oh, but here comes Mommy and Daddy to protect you.

And give you lots of hugs and kisses

and tell you what a sweet little boy you are.

It's disgusting.

- Ward. - Hi.

What happened here?

Danny's been kind of a problem.

Hey.

Hey! Uh...

Uh, I didn't mean to spook you.

It's all right. I, uh...

I don't really spook.

I'm Big Al.

Danny.

Don't think I've seen you around here before.

Uh, I've, uh...

been away a while.

Traveler, huh?

Yeah. Kinda.

Nice iPod.

I got an iPhone.

Nice.

You can find anything you want on the Internet.

- Yeah? - Seriously, I...

I found my sister living in Florida.

Called her up.

She's still a bitch.

You want me to look someone up?

Anybody.

Before whoever owns this phone cancels the service. Eh...

Look up Danny Rand.

Oh, yeah.

There was a kid. I... I remember this.

The whole family died in a plane crash.

Very sad. Uh, is that the one you're talking about?

Yeah.

Anybody else?

Look up Harold Meachum.

Oh, wow, another dead guy.

Is that him?

Thanks.

Whoa, he had... he had a big funeral.

Mayor and everything. Look at that.

You know him?

Yeah. Sort of.

You know...

you can get shoes at the shelter on East 13th.

- Okay. - Just make sure you piss in 'em first.

You know, they carry the bad juju from the previous owner.

Only way to get rid of 'em is with your piss.

Or... or the blood of a she-goat. Uh, that's hard to find around here.

What?

Oh, nothing. It's just, uh...

I'm guessing people think we're pretty much alike.

- Special creatures. - Yeah.

Exactly.

Hey, Joy! Joy, hey. Hey, hey, hey.

- Hey. - What are you doing here?

I've been waiting to talk to you. It...

It really is me.

Okay.

Oh, hey, come on. I promise, I'm not gonna hurt you.

I know you're not. I'm texting my driver right now,

which means he's going to be pulling around the corner any second

and if you're still with me when he gets here,

I'm gonna ask him to detain you,

because he's not just my driver, he's also my guard.

- My armed guard. - Joy, hey...

And I will make sure that you're arrested.

And I will see that your case goes to trial

and that you are convicted of malicious harassment

and sent to jail for the maximum time.

Joy, come on. Hey, look, it's... We used to be friends.

It's me.

Daniel Thomas Rand.

Born April 1st, right here in Manhattan.

We were on the same soccer team. The Bombers.