Daredevil: Born Again

Thank you, New York.

It's humbling to be speaking to you as mayor of this fair city.

The city is in shambles.

A feeling of uneasiness...

- - as if at any moment,

things could explode.

NYPD. Do not move.

Remember I told you that I'd get things done?

Well, here I am getting them done.

An NYPD cop is dead.

And anytime that happens, a big machine gets turned on

to try to figure out what went wrong. And to punish whoever killed the cop.

- -

Do some digging on Hector. Something doesn't track.

Mr. Ayala, yes or no. Are you the vigilante known as the White Tiger?

- - Objection, Your Honor!

- Order! -

These vigilantes, they are not heroes.

In the matter of the People v. Hector Ayala,

the jury finds the defendant not guilty.

- -

- -

- Sorry about your client, Murdock. - Yeah, me too.

So, 9 millimeter to the temple.

Execution style. No room for error. What else?

The right side marginal abrasion.

External bevel on the entrance wound. Exit wound has skin tears

- and raised skull fragments. - Projectile?

Not recovered. High velocity, jacketed. Maybe even custom.

Single kill shot at extreme close range and no one found the casing?

Hey. If it's not on the body, it's not my problem.

- -

How did you get in here?

- I want to see my uncle, Hector Ayala. -

- You're not supposed to be here. - It's okay, Angela,

- he's right. - You got him out of jail.

Lotta good that did him, huh?

I wanna see my tío. I... I wanna see what they did to him.

You don't, trust me.

It's best you remember Hector the way he was.

Come on. Let's go.

They killed him, didn't they?

- The police. -

We... We don't know. We don't know that, Angela.

Come on. You're a lawyer.

You ain't dumb. He got in the middle of something.

Busted up a fight with his mask off.

Asshole cops were dirty. You got him out of jail.

They put a bullet through his head.

You don't gotta be good at math to put one and one together, you know?

I know.

- I'm sorry. - I hate them, Mr. Murdock.

I hate this city. No one's doing anything about it

and no one's ever gonna do anything about it,

'cause he was just Hector from the Heights and they're the fucking cops.

It's not fair. It's not fair.

I know, I know. It's okay.

It's okay. Look, here, listen. Listen to me.

You have to believe that someone will find his killer. Okay?

- We have to believe it. You understand? -

Come here.

- -

- - Oh, shit!

Here you go.

- Thank you. - Yep.

- Hey! - Hey!

Shots!

I can't, BB. I think I gotta take off.

No, come on! Dude, Fisk is riding you way too hard. This whole in by eight...

Seven, actually. So, I gotta go.

Hey, see, this is exactly what I'm talking about.

Any normal job, we would take a few more shots,

hit up that spot on 23rd, sleep on the train,

take a shower, go to work and do it all over again.

What kind of normal routine is that? Absolutely not.

Dude, and working for Fisk is?

What can I say? I love the guy.

Oh, God!

No, seriously. Like this afternoon,

we're supposed to meet with the CleanGreen Haulers.

It's this new tech company with this dope recycling idea, you know?

It's awesome. It would actually decrease garbage output.

Okay, but isn't the problem...

I know you're gonna say union contracts, but no.

We're gonna start with the ports. Dual jurisdiction. It's genius.

If we're not gonna keep drinking, can we at least get some food?

- Absolutely. Yeah. Okay. - No. I gotta go.

- Come on. We're going. - Come on.

- I... -

I am starving.

Ooh, I can go for some corn cakes right now.

- No, no. - No, just a quick bite.

I can't, stop making me feel guilty.

- Okay. Fine. -

Let's get Captain Planet here a cab.

Staten Island Ferry.

- Okay. Bye, grandpa. - Got it.

No, I didn't do this, man.

You want butter toffee or caramel with peanuts?

Butter toffee.

- Toffee for the man. - Man, you can't eat that.

Hey, Wilcox. Are these boxes evidence?

Nah. Them other boxes was evidence, I paid for this shit.

- Hey, seriously. Nothin' for fatty. - Okay, get your ass up. Let's go.

- Man, get... I got it, man. Shit. - Come on.

- Ready? Let's go. - All right. All right. All right.

- All units... -

Incoming call from Kirsten.

- - Incoming call from Kir...

- Hey. - Hey. Hi, how are you?

I heard Hector's niece came to the morgue.

Yeah, it was pretty rough.

- Did she... - No. God, no. No kid should see that.

Okay, look, this is terrible timing,

- but I need you downtown today. - Understand.

Yeah.

- We'll, uh, post for another associate. - No. The revolver is too low.

Well, I'm working on that, too. Already set meetings with a bunch of banks.

Say what you want about big firms,

but you never have to worry about money problems.

But you're gonna like this one. It's Leroy Bradford from the city docket.

I'm underwater on this Madison case and we owe them a freebie this month.

Can you just meet him down in Detention?

- You had me at freebie. - Thank you.

I thought we might spend some time

on something we need to get out into the open.

Until we explore this, we can't really make any progress.

- Adam... - I'd rather not.

I understand.

But I would urge you to sit in the discomfort,

and maybe just for a moment, we can acknowledge the affair.

That's stupid. A ridiculous term.

Not a dinner party. It was betrayal.

You were gone. I didn't know when or if you were ever coming back.

You knew. You know me, you knew I wouldn't stay away.

You left. That was a betrayal.

- You know why... - Let's let Vanessa speak for a moment.

Tell me about Adam.

- You're asking for details? - No.

I'm curious about you.

What you were feeling. Why him?

It was his hands.

His hands drew...

- beautiful sketches. I mean, just... - Can we not?

It was like finding a Klee at a garage sale. It was just...

He wasn't part of my husband's world.

And what world is that? Politics?

Business.

I see.

Has infidelity been a part of your marriage before this?

- Absolutely not. Never. -

You left.

Which felt like taking half of me away.

Did that trigger something for you, Vanessa?

My father...

he was in textiles.

He would leave for weeks at a time.

He drank.

He, uh, gambled.

His behavior ate at my mother.

Crushed her.

I never respected her for that.

I needed to feel alive. Not crushed down.

When you left, you hurt me.

You never told me.

I never had a reason to.

I assume you wanna move forward from this.

- Did you end the affair? - I never had the opportunity.

Why not? Did something happen?

Wilson, did you confront this man?

Yes.

We had a dialogue.