Marvel's Daredevil

All right, watch your head.

Inmate 5-5-4-6-7. Fisk, Wilson.

Everything off. Clothing and personal items in the bin.

Newbies wear white.

That's yours.

I deeply regret that it's come to this, Mr. Fisk.

I assure you my firm did everything we could...

but the case against you was, quite simply, bulletproof.

How is the progress regarding my appeal, Mr. Donovan?

We're making progress, but I have to be honest.

Given the magnitude of charges,

we were lucky we could plead you out at all.

Vanessa, huh?

I've secured a percentage of your holdings offshore, as requested.

-She wants to come see you. -She can't.

She must stay where she's safe for the time being.

Of course. She'll have everything she needs.

But with that said, you need to understand

that a good number of your assets were seized by the government, Mr. Fisk.

Your remaining capital is... limited.

-How long will she be safe for? -Long enough.

Mr. Fisk, I'm doing everything I can to get you out,

but we're talking about a process that could take months, maybe years.

In the interim, we need you to keep your head down

and avoid trouble while you're in here.

The state will jump on any infraction to shoot down an early release...

to keep you inside.

It's the best move, Mr. Fisk.

In fact, it's the only move.

Those you cannot teach to fly, teach to fall faster.

Wilson Fisk.

The boogeyman of crime.

The man who cast a shadow in the dark.

You'll stop reading those eventually.

It's best to accept that real life is what happens on the inside.

Maybe your life, Mr. Dutton, not mine.

-We never met before, have we? -No, but your reputation precedes you.

A life of running drugs buys you that much in New York City.

You may have made a name for yourself on the outside...

but I run the big box.

I just wanna make that clear...

in case you get any ideas about stepping up.

-I have no intentions of doing that. -Cut the shit, fat man.

I've known guys like you my whole life. I killed most of 'em.

You ain't never seen a throne you didn't wanna sit in.

So I'm here to make myself crystal clear.

There's only room for one of us in this prison,

and it ain't gonna be you. Not ever.

Because I'm the kingpin of this bitch.

Catch you later.

Mind if I sit?

Fine.

I won't bother you. Just wanted to meet.

You know, in here, guys like us need to stick together.

Guys like us?

I was a mortgage analyst on the outside.

Seven figure salary, summer house in the Hamptons.

Just made the wrong deal, crossed the wrong guy.

It turned out that his brother was some bigwig in the Justice Department.

Some luck, huh? Look, what I mean is...

we're not like these savages in here. That's all.

Smart to steer clear of that asshole.

It's not just the guys at his table that are on his side.

He runs about 80% of the contraband in this place.

Most of the guards are in his pocket, from what I can tell.

The two men you were speaking to.

-Valdez brothers. -They your friends?

Slim pickings in here, but, yeah.

Yeah, they don't talk much.

Let's just say what they did to get in here was ghastly.

Do they have family?

A mother. She'll be alone for a while.

I wish I had better news, Mr. Fisk, but the appeal--

-I didn't ask you here for that. -Oh.

I need you to write down the following.

The office of Caplan and Dayhill...

they have a client, his name is Stewart Finney.

-He needs his legal retainer bolstered. -What?

Andrea Valdez.

She's 62. She lives in Spanish Harlem.

Needs her rent paid indefinitely.

-What is this? -Untraceable, if you handle it correctly.

Mr. Fisk, I warned you about getting involved in the--

Get it done!

-Fisk. -Anything on Dutton?

He and his men haven't emerged from block A today.

No way to get in. That wing's impenetrable.

For now.

The paper's interesting, though. Check out the front page.

The Punisher.

Apparently, he gunned down the Irish in a big way.

Mmm, Nesbitt was a problematic leader.

He took out the Dogs of Hell, too.

Blew up their clubhouse. They charged him with 37 counts of murder.

Wow, perhaps his name suits him.

I'd say. Rumor is some of the Cartel got meat hooks through their faces.

- The Cartel? - The Mexicans.

If I'm correct...

Dutton didn't do business with the Cartel.

On the 22nd, Dutton's lieutenant mentioned...

a deal with the Aryans to move product in the Dogs' territory.

A hostile takeover.

Does Dutton have connections with the Irish?

Some heroin deal gone south. That was a while back, though.

I know what I'm asking for will be difficult.

I'm not worried about difficult. I'm not even worried about illegal.

Your funds have almost been depleted.

Building up your little protection crew wasn't cheap.

Nor should it be.

Your cash is almost gone. If I do this, that's it.

After that, anything you need for the rest of your stay,

you'll be dipping into the reserves, into Vanessa's protection.

I won't need anything after this.

This guard you've spoken to,

do I want to know what you'll be asking him to do?

I see you got my message.

Shh, I've got you, Matthew.

Who's... who's there?

Elektra?

Oh, slowly.

You okay?

Where is he?

-Stick? He left. Remember? -No, not Stick.

The boy.

The one you killed.

-It's been taken care of. -Not "it."

He.

Well, he tried to kill you.

He was scared. He was just a kid.

If you'd spared him, he would've sent his big brothers after us.

I killed him in self-defense.

Even your precious court of law would say that's legitimate--

It doesn't work that way.

Well... it's a good thing I'm not on trial.

- We need to tell the police. - Tell them what?

I killed a member of an ancient organization of ninjas

that are digging a giant hole in midtown Manhattan?

Perhaps we should. Maybe they need a laugh.

But you and I, we've seen it.

The Hand is very real.

And they know we're onto them. The battle has begun, Matthew.

There's nothing we can do about it now but fight.

Look...

I wish I could tell you that I'm not going to pull my sword...

-but I will if I have to. -You said you wanted to be good.

- I do. - But you don't.

I saw it ten years ago with Roscoe Sweeney...

and I saw it again last night.

Your adrenaline spiked, Elektra.

You enjoy killing.

And you may say you wanna be good for me, but that's not who you really are, is it?

The first time I took a life...

I was 12 years old.

I did it of my own volition.

I wasn't saving another.

I wasn't even protecting myself.

I did it...

because I needed to know that I could.

Not that I could get away with it.

Not that I could get used to it.

And you enjoyed it.

You know, Stick taught us to never let anyone get close.

-I fell in love with you. -I loved you, too.

That wasn't a lie.

I fell in love with you, so I don't want to keep judging you for who you are.

And this... this is who I am.

We have to stop corrupting each other.

We can't do this anymore.

Say something.

The Hand will decimate your city.

Not if I stop them.

-You'll die. -Yeah, maybe.

But this is a war I need to fight alone.

Goodbye, Elektra.

The circumstances are unfortunate, but each loss brings opportunity.

- I'm glad we have this chance to meet. - Hmm.

You have something you wanna say to me?

I've been following your case...

as much as one could in this cage.

I want you to know... what happened to your family that day--

Don't you do that.

You don't talk about my family. You got that?

Just don't do it.

-I consider it a tragedy. -That right?

You can save your bullshit sympathy, 'cause I don't buy it.

I understand why you'd think that.

Look, you got something to say to me or not?

Yes. I've crossed paths with your attorneys... before.

Needless to say, I'm not a... a huge fan.

Pushing you towards a sentence in a mental health facility,

after everything you've been through, that would have been a travesty.

-As opposed to what? -Closure.

Since I've been incarcerated,

I've developed an empathy towards those who suffer by the hand of the law.

I think I've heard enough of your bullshit, okay?

You said closure. What'd you mean?

There's a man, here, in the big box.

He's a prisoner.

He's been overheard...

boasting about his involvement with several criminal factions.