Marvel's Daredevil

The hacker is on the ninth floor.

Move quickly. Quietly.

When we are done, we bring the boss all ten fingers.

Questions?

Hungry?

Mmm.

Come on, that's enough. You've eaten enough. Talk.

Warm that up for you?

Pie?

Don't tell me you're watching your figure.

- We just fought the Yakuza. - And won!

You might've mentioned the Japanese mafia before butterfly knives started flying.

- I told you I needed help, no? - You said you needed a lawyer.

- I lied. - Yeah, no shit.

You've been lying since you got here.

- And that ends now. -

I want to know what you're doing back here,

- what's happening with the Yakuza... -

- And I wanna know how you know... -

I wanna know how you know about me.

I know who you are because I watch the news.

"The successful apprehension of Wilson Fisk."

I wear a mask.

Well, you can't mask that ass. I'd know it anywhere.

You've been working out, by the way. I appreciate that.

The Yakuza are a powerful organization with powerful enemies.

- Mmm-hmm. - What do they want with you?

I guess I have a way of pissing people off sometimes.

- Yeah, I agree. - Come on.

Don't be angry, Matthew.

I told you.

My money's planted deeply inside investments with the Roxxon Corporation.

And Roxxon has ties to crime.

- How long have you known that? - I didn't.

Until last night.

I stirred the pot a little on the business side.

And when I did, who came knocking on my door but the Yakuza.

Their mistake, because now, they're after us.

No. Uh-uh. There is no us. This is your problem.

Why can't you just divest your funds from Roxxon and be done with it?

That's a coward's way out.

Someone screwed with me. I don't like that.

- Then get a lawyer. - I thought I did.

- Call the police. - You're one to talk.

- Devil of Hell's Kitchen... - Would you keep your voice down?

What I do is none of your business, all right? Not anymore.

Matthew...

Let me tell you what's gonna happen now.

You're gonna finish your food,

you're gonna leave the waitress the biggest tip she's ever seen,

then you're gonna get up and leave.

You're gonna book yourself on the first available flight out of New York...

and get on it, go back to whatever spa,

or resort, or five-star hotel you just came from,

and stay out of my city.

If the Yakuza have their sights set on something bigger

than your spoiled little rich ass, then I will take care of them.

Let me tell you.

The Yakuza do have a bigger plan, and I'm not going anywhere.

- You can't fight them. - And you can?

I drove them out of New York once before.

Oh, no, you didn't. The Yakuza never left.

They just hibernated and watched you take out all of their enemies.

Now, New York is ripe for the taking,

and they plan on getting to the top of the hill first.

Well, I'll scare 'em back into hibernation...

I came to you.

If you don't want to be partners, I'll handle it on my own...

- Partners? - More coffee?

No.

I don't need a partner.

Yes, you do.

And so do I.

Because you have skills. You fight better than anyone I know.

But I have information.

I gained access to Roxxon's servers right in front of their little criminal faces.

We do it together, we take them down fast and hard.

The second it's done, I'm out of your city.

Forever.

The last time I saw you,

you put a knife in my hand and asked me to slit Roscoe Sweeney's throat.

I happen to respect human life.

If we do this...

If...

then I need to know you're at least gonna pretend

to feel the same way.

Nobody dies.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

Oh, perfectly.

Good.

I have a rule of my own.

Shoot.

No sex.

Oh, my God.

You have a pair on you.

Mmm?

This may come as a surprise to you,

but I've actually moved on in the ten years since you left.

I'm seeing someone now, which is only part of the reason

why I have zero interest in ever starting anything up with you ever again.

Of course you do.

- - Check, please.

You're still so arrogant.

Just realistic.

What makes you think every man you meet wants to sleep with you?

Because so far, they have.

We do this...

we work together,

we take down the Yakuza, and then you're gone.

I don't wanna ever see you again.

- Absolutely. - Fine.

One last thing.

And this is the deal-breaker.

You have to give me back that pie.

So, um, Miss Page,

I drew this up based on your official statement to the police,

about the Metro-General shooting.

You new to New York, Mr. Roth?

Born and raised.

- Is this your first case? - Second.

I won my first.

Domestic violence.

I believe in protecting women.

Thanks. From all of us.

Uh, here, this says that Castle pursued me down the stairwell,

but I went down, he went up.

Um, okay, that's a change I can make.

Also, I didn't escape on foot, I had a car.

- I know I told the NYPD about that. - Um... car.

I was also not Castle's only target.

That's just flat out wrong. What about Grotto? Where...

Where did you get my statement?

- Grotto? - Grote.

Oh, Elliot Grote. Yeah, he's on the victim list.

Ballistics matched him to one of the many guns connected to Frank Castle.

Early start today? Matt.

Uh, this is Christopher Roth.

He's the public defender assigned to the Castle case.

I just dropped by to get Miss Page's signature on this statement.

Once we've got that, we're all done.

Well, with this meeting.

With this case.

How so?

Castle's awake.

Soon, he'll plead guilty, then it's open and shut.

Open and shut is good.

New York will sleep better knowing Frank Castle's behind bars. I know I will.

Sleep even better when he's dead.

Uh, dead?

Well, lethal injection, probably,

although the electric chair is a possibility.

New York doesn't have the death penalty.

Yeah, but Delaware does.

Some Dogs of Hell were murdered out there along Interstate 95.

DA Reyes just has to link the killings to Castle,

and then they'll be well within their rights to extradite him.

And...

you know...

Are you and DA Reyes friends?

- I met her once. - When?

Yesterday, when the judge assigned me to the case.

But, look...

She's the one who took down the Punisher.

She's not going through all these paces

so that she can not put the final nail in his coffin.

Literally.

I'm sorry, Mr. Roth, I can't sign this yet.

Um...

- Are you sure? - Positive.

We'll be in touch, Mr. Roth.

I'm sure we will.

Statement he wanted me to sign? Complete work of fiction.

Probably handcrafted by Reyes.

Well, we could write an anonymous letter,

and maybe the judge will assign a new public defender.

Yeah, or we could help Castle ourselves.

- No way. - Yeah.

We don't have to defend him. We could just negotiate a plea deal.

Without extradition, or an electric chair.

And then, Castle goes away, Reyes gets her ticker-tape parade...

everyone wins.

Everyone except us.

You see the front door?

The "open" sign is up, but nobody's walking in.

If we keep messing with Reyes,

we'll be shuttered by the end of the month.

Come on, if we stand up to her,

we could actually end her incessant bullying.

And possibly save this guy's life.

A murderer who shot at you.

For reasons that I don't fully understand yet.

Roth said Castle's gonna plead guilty.

So we get in there, we talk to him...

Ask him some questions about what really happened to his family,

why Reyes wants him dead.

Build a fair plea, and show the DA our justice system...

still has a backbone.

This is a bad idea, Matt.

Um...