Marvel's Iron Fist

- Danny, where are we going? - I need to show you.

I was chasing a mugger down East Broadway.

I lost him when he came down here.

I figured he dodged into a maintenance doorway.

I told myself it was a place to train...

hone my skills.

But in the end, it became much more than that.

So you, what?

Dragged all this stuff in here and punched the hell out of it?

I was out almost every night.

I told myself I was watching over the neighborhood.

For the most part, that was true, but...

deep down, all I really wanted was to use the Fist.

It would give me a sense of clarity, a release...

power.

When I couldn't find an excuse to use it on the streets,

I'd come here.

I'd stay for hours and hours.

Until I didn't know where I ended and it began.

I knew there was something.

You'd be gone so long, no activity on the crime scanner.

I didn't know where you were, but I wondered.

Why didn't you say anything?

Maybe I didn't want to face the truth.

But I tried.

I told you that I thought you needed to slow down,

more times than I can count.

You're right.

I didn't listen.

But this is the reason why I need to step away.

You're overreacting, Danny.

You made mistakes. You can learn from them.

And I intend to.

But I can't do that if I'm holding the Fist.

- The answer is no. - Colleen...

I know you didn't ask for this.

And the heart of the dragon is a huge responsibility.

But I didn't ask for it, either.

And, honestly, this has nothing to do with me.

It isn't a burden.

In K'un-Lun, the Iron Fist was the greatest honor that could be achieved.

We're not in K'un-Lun.

We're standing in the subway under Eldridge Street.

Danny, you trained for years.

You fought your friends. You fought a freaking mythical beast.

You had problems controlling it, but who wouldn't?

You can't just pawn it off on me because you don't want it anymore.

You're not listening to me.

I do want it.

I want it back more than anything.

But I know who I become when it's a part of me.

Then I will help you.

I'll support you. I'll train you. I'll do whatever it takes.

But at the end of this,

when we beat Davos, you have to take the power from him.

Colleen... please, just consider it.

There's nothing to consider.

You are the Iron Fist.

Let's go home.

What do you want, man?

You really screwed us.

Davos is putting it on his lady right now,

but you know it's gonna blow back on us.

Just leave.

I want to. So does Squad. But where to?

It ain't like any of us have a home to go to.

What does Ryhno say about it?

I didn't wanna tell you, 'cause I know you two are buds.

Shit went south at Yip's.

He's dead, BB.

Nah, that... that's messed up.

How'd that even happen?

Davos got pissed. Same way he is right now.

It all went to shit.

Okay, look. I'm somewhere safe.

There are people here who want to take Davos down.

Hard.

Be honest with me.

I've done nothing wrong.

He's gone. No sign he broke out of that room.

Someone must have let him out.

You were the only one here, Joy.

So where did he take the bowl?

I can't believe we're even having this conversation.

I am the one that bought you the bowl.

You think that I teamed up with a child to steal it from you?

I mean...

I have the power to crush you with my bare hands, Joy.

To end you.

If you don't tell me the truth, I swear...

I swear I'll take my time until this floor is slick with disloyal blood.

You wanna know where he is?

I sent him to the FBI.

He's telling them where to find the killer

who's been murdering his way up and down Mulberry Street.

Now, if you hurry...

you might just make it out before they get here.

Wait.

What is that? Are those sirens?

We should cut and run.

Fill up gas cans, light a match, torch this place up.

We're not leaving.

You might not have heard of the federal law enforcement...

I know what the FBI is.

She's lying.

She means to help Danny take the Fist from me.

He put you up to this.

He can't bear the weight of his failure.

- Danny doesn't even know I'm here. - Don't debase yourself with more lies.

No one knows that I'm here, Davos. I came of my own volition.

And why would you do that?

Because you're out of your mind and someone has to stop you.

Denigrate Danny all you want...

you stole the Fist from him.

You stole it.

Which means you're no better than the criminals you claim to despise.

It makes sense that you hang out with a bunch of teenagers,

because any adult, one-eyed sycophants excluded,

would instantly see how full of shit you are.

Wordplay and sarcasm are your shield, Joy.

But it can't hide the fear beneath that flimsy armor.

Shifu.

BB's at Bayard Community. I just spoke to him.

Then we'll go and retrieve him... and bring back what he stole from me.

We could, but there's a whole crew of Hatchets and Tigers there.

Sounds like they're settin' up to take a run at you.

Call it serendipity.

It seems your friend has inadvertently shown us where our enemies congregate.

I'll have to thank him before I separate his head from his neck.

What about her?

You have a failure of vision, Joy.

You know, it's not your fault, it's how you were raised.

Maybe it was too much to hope that you'd chosen a path of righteousness.

Davos...

you have no one.

Your family is gone. You brutalized your best friend.

You live in squalor. I am the only one left who knows you.

So before you do something that you are gonna regret,

just ask yourself...

...is this really what you want?

I've never had greater clarity.

- Hey. - Hey.

- What time is it? - Oh, it's late.

I was wrapped up in red tape downtown. Got here as soon as I could.

- Is Colleen around? - Tell me you have good news.

Oh, I got a lot of it. First of all, I got us a task force.

You got Pike to play ball?

Oh, I went over Pike's head to Deputy Chief Ridley.

Apparently, "pattern of discriminatory negligence"

is a scary phrase when you got your eye on City Hall.

Wow.

That's great news. So, what now?

I put in a rush request for a no-knock.

Should have that in hand by the morning.

ESU. We go in hard and fast.

Get Davos, get the bowl, get your fancy little Fist back.

- Right. We should talk about that. - You said there was more?

Yeah, I figured while I was pissing off NYPD,

I might as well hit up the US Marshals.

I got someone downstairs that you might be interested in talking to.

Furniture store owner by the name of Frank Choi.

Frank Choi is downstairs?

Yeah. You were right.

Turns out he cut a deal to inform on the Golden Tigers.

I convinced the feds to let you ask a few questions

before he heads off to wit pro.

- Hey, look, it's now or never. - Yeah.

I sat on that for I don't even know how long.

And now you're saying it's worth something.

I don't know that. I just want to ask you some questions.

Answer her questions.

Found this in your shop.

It's a record of life debt payment plans.

The Golden Tigers had a pipeline.

They'd bring people over, I sold 'em papers.

These characters are all flowers.

My guess, it's some sort of replacement code.

Good guess.

Give me the key.

Who gave you the box?

I don't ask for names.

And I wouldn't recognize her if she was standing in front of me.

But I'll never forget her bullshit.

What's that mean?

I do good work. It's not cheap.

Sometimes, I let them pay me with property, you know?

Jewelry, mostly. Art.

This lady brings a box, says it's worth a fortune.

It's just a brush and comb set.

I was skeptical, too. Believe me.

She spun this whole yarn about a princess

and this fisherman she falls in love with.

He's in hot water with a pirate king,

whatever that is, and is marked for death.

She goes to save him.

The princess ends up taking down the pirate

and takes over his ship.

And that was supposed to be made from the bow sprint.

Legendary. Priceless. A bunch of grade-A crap on a stick.

It's not crap, it's a... It's a story.