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I've been thinking a lot about projected personas, or... masks.
Dr. Glenn, I need help.
I'm sure we can work something out.
Thank you.
You know, politics, it's a different type of problem solving.
Most of it is new to me.
This project simply doesn't align with our interests.
But some things, they remain unchanged.
Find what a person wants,
then either withhold it...
Make it 2.8 for Viktor.
Or provide it... and they'll do anything.
Man's obviously mocking the police.
We can use this.
A task force.
It's every bad apple in the barrel.
This is what Hector would have wanted.
All those kidnappings were all close to the old track 61.
- -
The rule of law will prevail.
Should you go back to any of your old activities...
-there will be consequences. -
When you look outside this window, what do you see?
-Starbucks? -Voters.
Voters.
What do you see, sir?
Fear. A city churning to a stop...
And I promised the city that I would...
protect them from this... freak,
and we have nothing.
Well, that's not entirely true, sir.
A girl named Angela Del Toro was dropped off
at Presbyterian late last night.
Says she actually escaped from Muse.
- She's still alive? - She lost a lotta blood,
like, 2,500 milliliters
which, I don't know, kinda sounds like a lot,
but she was able to point the cops toward Muse's hideout.
But how did she escape?
The girl claims she was rescued by the vigilante known as "Daredevil."
So, he's back.
- We don't know that for sure. -Get out.
He's back.
- -
It's okay.
I'm here.
I'm here.
Matt...
You were gone when I got here.
Madison case. It's a bear.
Matt, you left your briefcase here
and... ...you didn't get those bruises at work.
I went for a walk. I'm having trouble sleeping. Okay?
Sorry, Heather, I know, I know you worry about me,
but... I do just occasionally bump into things.
It is part of my reality.
-Then why lie about going for a walk? -'Cause it's embarrassing, sweetie.
No, Matt. What's going on?
You're checked out a large portion of the time.
You put yourself in dangerous situations like the bank.
You're beat up. Is this some sort of self-harm?
No.
Look, I'm just dealing with some things, and obviously not very well.
Some things?
Look, Heather, you realize I used to have this whole other life...
and it was a lot... different to this.
At your old firm, with your old friends.
Foggy and...
Karen.
Kinda.
You know, and sometimes this all feels,
to me, feels like...
...fake.
Fake?
-Not you. -Yeah.
I'm sorry to do this...
but you have been tamping down trauma for so long...
you can't even see when it's bubbling up inside of you
and threatens to ruin everything good you have.
I know. I know.
-Everything good we have. -Yep.
And I'm trying really hard to fight it.
It's not a fight. It's a process.
-Got it. Understood. Thank you. -
-Dr. Glenn. - Oh!
-Don't joke your way out of this. - Okay, okay, I'm sorry.
-Hey, I'm sorry. -
I love you, Matt.
I love you, too.
-What the hell is wrong with you? - Morning, Cherry.
You think I wouldn't find out?
You give me your word and then you pull this shit?
Keep your voice down, please. Let's talk in the conference room.
Matt, can I just chat with you for a second...
Just give me two minutes. I just need to talk to Cherry about the Edelstein case.
-Two minutes. -Mm-hmm.
-I told you to stay out of it. - What was I supposed to do?
The cops were dicking around getting nowhere.
I found Muse in one night.
-You want a medal? -He's a serial killer.
Cherry, this is different.
Sixty dead. Would've been one more if Daredevil hadn't shown up,
-and he's still out there. -
So I need you to reach out to your contacts and find out exactly where
-all of Muse's victims... -No, what, so you think
-I'm gonna enable you with this shit? -After last night,
he's gonna go into survival mode 'cause he knows he's got limited time.
If I can figure out his pattern, I can figure out where he's gonna strike next.
So, do me a favor, talk to your contacts...
No. No, no, no, no.
If you wanna blow up your life again, you go ahead...
but you're on your own.
You know, was a time when you were on the force,
moments like this, you called me.
It was just over a year ago... when he vanished.
But why now?
It's not like Muse is the first serial killer the city's ever seen.
We're talking about a man who... dresses in a devil costume.
-I don't know why. - If he is back,
if he is going after Muse,
it's not the worst thing in the world, is it?
I just mean... for the sake of the city.
For the sake of the city.
We're talking about a man who singlehandedly destroyed
ten years of business infrastructure.
-You understand what I'm saying? -Yes, sir.
Ten years I built that operation.
It was totally fail-proof.
Fail-proof until he had me unjustly arrested.
He took down my entire business,
one that made hardworking people,
who believed in themselves and my enterprise,
richer than they ever dreamed of!
An entire network of blue-collar millionaires,
from distributors overseas to the... to the port workers here.
Those people, they had... they had grit.
He went on a rampage. He tracked down all my workers,
custom facilitators, all of them...
Savagely beating them.
He broke bones. Broke spirits.
Without due process. Without standing or legal cause.
All because of this twisted, delusional man.
This vigilante.
Because of his righteousness.
But... you've moved on from that now, huh?
You're the Mayor now.
Yes, I... I have more resources.
Institutional resources. Law enforcement resources.
Using those to settle old scores could be seen as an abuse of power.
When I brought you over...
from your previous life,
can you recall why I said I hired you?
I believe you called it my ability to think... asymmetrically.
Yes, Buck, yes.
Now, I have the responsibility to protect this city
from anyone who steps outside of the law.
I was right, Mr. Murdock.
Hector was right.
And then Daredevil kicked the shit out of him.
-Daredevil saved me. -Yeah, I heard.
Angela, what do you remember? About Muse? About Track 61? Anything?
Besides the murder basement and the bloodletting stuff?
Yeah, besides that.
Those... detectives asked me a bunch of questions when I woke up.
Jesus.
What's the point?
-Cops ain't gonna do nothing about it. - No. If they don't,
somebody will. I promise you.
Now, I need you to think really carefully.
What can you tell me that was out of the ordinary?
What was different? Unique?
He had these, uh... these sketches
and he was really... amped about them.
Kept talking about them. He kept doing them.
What of? Like, uh, murals? Of people?
Faces.
Thanks for meeting me, Mrs. Fisk.
You've been causing a lot of chaos, Luca.
If you're looking for attention, there are other ways.
Look, I'm a straight shooter. I don't do politics.
Why the hell does he wanna be mayor? What's his angle?
I don't have to explain my husband's actions to you or to anyone.
You think it's bullshit too, don't you?
We're not earning like we were with you.
Most of us aren't earning at all.
Then he sends the Brit to ding me for nearly two million.
That was me.
-Oh. -You know the rules.
Play nice. Keep smart. Keep low.
You did none of that. Now you owe.
The rules were worth it when you were running things.
It was better then. You know that.
I can see it on your face.
Maybe...
It's time for a change.
Are you asking for my permission or... my help?
That's up to you.
Hi.
I've been having this dream.
It's my eighth birthday and we're at the house Upstate.
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