Daredevil: Born Again

I've had enough! Leaks in Red Hook, leaks in City Hall.

You need to find them, Buck.

Plug them.

Whoever is leaking to the City Without Fear site must be punished.

Find out who it is, turn them over to me.

It's my inside guy, only he doesn't know it.

If you are leaking stuff, anything, stop.

We could get hurt.

Vanessa killed Foggy and nothing happened.

A line was crossed.

Ever since Foggy died, I didn't know who I was anymore.

What I did,

what that woman had me do,

I had to get my mind back.

One good deed.

It levels the scales again.

Wilson...

Vanessa!

I need blood pressure. I need heart rate stat.

- What's happening? - Heart rate--

- No, no, no. - Sir, sir,

- you cannot be in here right now. - Get her!

- Sir, you cannot be here. - Vanessa. What is happening here?

- Sir, sir. - Vanessa!

Vanessa...

- Sir, sir. Get back. - Vanessa!

Sir, sir. Mr. Mayor, I understand that you are anxious,

and we will get you all the information as soon as possible.

- Can you... - Yes, yes. Okay. Sir.

- Sir, please. - Sir, please.

- Sir, please. - Sir, let them do their job.

All hands on deck.

I need you to clear the schedule.

- Yes! You need to... - Like I said, absolutely no comment.

How many times do I have to tell you this, huh?

I'm not gonna have to... I don't know when

- a statement's gonna be ready, all right? - Yes. Yes, go.

If you have them...

keep them alive.

Uh, we don't, sir.

Not yet.

Pretty sure we have them surrounded.

Sir, I want to find them as bad as you do.

No.

You don't.

You couldn't.

Whatever you need, use it.

You got it, sir.

Officer Powell...

Alive.

Yeah.

The tower is ready. Have a seat.

Let's move out. Check that side.

- Go, go, go, go, go! - Over here.

- Here, here. - Let's go.

Prep towels, where are they?

- Now! - Whatever you need, man. We're with you.

You don't have to do this.

- Hold still. - This is balance.

- You know it. - Shut up.

Check in there. Check the door!

- Do you have a boiler? - Yeah, old shit back there.

- Yeah, let's go. - Leave me here.

None of this matters now.

It matters to me.

Yeah, uh...

No, no comment on that.

I don't know when we're gonna have a statement ready. No.

Is she dead?

What kind of sick fucking question is that?

How did you find me here?

Seriously? I mean, how many hospitals do you think there are, Daniel?

- BB, you can't be here right now. - Um...

- Actually, technically, legally, I can. - BB, think.

Nobody can know where she is. It's... It's...

The mayor's not in a good place. You gotta go.

Okay.

I-- I get it. I'll go, but just tell me.

Is she alive?

Look, there's a ton of chatter out there. You have no idea.

It's, like, crazy right now.

And I just want to make sure I get the story right.

We're really fucking doing this right now, huh?

I... I'm so sorry.

I shouldn't have come. Just forget that I came, okay?

She's in critical condition.

They're... They're really lucky to have you.

Mr. Fisk.

Mr. Fisk.

Arash Merati.

Happy to meet you.

Dr. Merati.

Please understand that I am here to do whatever I can

- for your beloved wife. - Yeah.

I had a chance to look over her chart.

She is, as you know, in quite a precarious position.

Yes.

I've heard that you're...

the top man in your field.

Well nothing is certain where the mind meets the soul, Mr. Fisk.

But that said, I will do everything in my power for her.

Thank you.

Knowing what a disaster Verizon is in Chelsea,

I can only imagine what sort of cellular joy awaits me in central Vermont.

Hello.

May I ask why you chose not to include this piece tonight?

I think it's pretty obvious why I chose not to include it,

but if you feel differently, by all means, why should I put it up?

I don't know.

There's just something about it.

Do you understand

what keeps us in business?

What pays for the cute little gray shoes that you're wearing?

But I can tell you...

that if the right person walks through that door

and sees this painting...

sees his own deep, inexorable,

miserable emptiness reflected right back at him...

I can promise you,

you can add two zeros to the list price,

and it'll sell faster than any other piece out front.

The piece stays right where it is.

Your call.

I'm bleeding out.

I've seen it enough times to know.

I'm not interested in your opinion.

I've earned this...

many times over. It's okay.

You think she's dead?

I don't know.

Come on.

And if she is, it all balances.

Your friend, Fisk's wife.

Scales settled.

- And I'm ready for judgment. - Oh, good for you.

You're not listening.

That night you threw me off the roof, I was supposed to die.

Four-story. No one survives that.

And yet...

Maybe that's the grand design.

You're getting it.

No, I'm not getting it.

If she's dead. Vanessa.

That's just murder.

Vanessa, Foggy--

Don't say his name.

You don't get to say his name. Do you understand?

- You-- - Tell me you understand.

Don't say his name.

Even the best avocados have to do grunt work.

I guess we're gonna have to break it to Josie that we're not

- paying off the tab tonight. - She'll understand.

Lionel McCoy, 29 years old, possession of multiple narcotics,

including, but not limited to,

Oxy, Moxy, Roxy,

and wait for it, Xoxy.

Christ, guy's a walking pharmacy.

Throw in a firearms charge, fake ID,

intent to distribute, obstruction of justice.

Some yada. A little more yada and yet another yada.

And this guy is looking down the barrel--

Wait, wait, wait. Okay, hold on. Let me guess.

I want to say 12 to 15.

I'm sorry, Mr. Murdock.

- The answer is actually 10 to 12. - Oh, come on.

- I was so close. - But thank you for playing with us.

And we do hope you enjoyed your stay

in the correctional facility.

Okay, what do you say? Uh, we ask for six to eight,

he's out in five for good behavior.

Yep. Levine wants him to plead out, so we take the best offer on the table.

Under no circumstances does this go to trial.

Heard.

After you, Counselor.

Why, thank you, Counselor.

Good afternoon, Mr. McCoy. My name is Matthew Murdock.

- This is my associate-- - Foggy the Fembot?

Ray?

You-- You know each other?

Guy upstairs got a sick sense of humor, don't he?

We, um...

grew up in the same building.

Isn't your name Ray?

What, you think I'd go by Lionel in that neighborhood?

You know, Fembot, he used to clean my sneakers.

- Didn't you? - Maybe we could refrain

from the name-calling, Mr. McCoy?

- What's with him? You blind or something? - How--

How's, um, Connor?

He moved upstate last year.

Oneonta.

I don't know. Last I heard he was doing roofs.

Some shit like that. Gutters, maybe. I don't know.

Knocked up the first chick he could.

Okay, maybe we should, uh...

Oh, yeah, please.

We, uh, used to... hang out.

Me and his brother, I mean.

We were best friends.

- The aforementioned Connor. - Mmm-hmm.