Marvel's Daredevil

[muffled sound of car door opening and footsteps approaching]

Father Lantom. Clinton Church.

- -

...bright idea to bring him in?

He's one of ours, Maggie. What other choice did I have?

Metro-General maybe? Call 911.

He's a vigilante.

If he goes to a hospital, the police will arrest him.

This is Sister Maggie Grace at St. Agnes Orphanage...

It's Matthew. Jack Murdock's son.

I'm very sorry. I made a mistake.

Get wire cutters. We need to get him out of this suit.

Go to the kitchen and bring... we have.

- How can I help? - You've done enough.

Where did you go, Elektra?

- We're gonna die here. -

This is what living feels like.

Get Maggie. Tell her he's awake.

Elektra...

- How do you feel? - Don't try to stand up.

Where... where...

St. Agnes. The orphanage.

- How long? How long? - Lay down. Several weeks.

- Where is she? - Who?

Elektra. I...

- I don't know who that is. -

Stay in the bed.

- You'll hurt yourself. - My right ear... I can't...

- Just stop this right now! -

- - Damn it, Matthew!

Now I can't see. I can't see.

I can't see!

I can't see! I can't see!

Matthew?

Father.

I didn't know you were there.

Must feel strange to be back here.

The place where you grew up.

I haven't thanked you yet, Father.

Figured we could count on the nuns for their discretion.

The nuns know who you are, but Sister Maggie swore them to secrecy.

After she swore at me.

If you want to take Communion...

we could, uh...

Or we could just talk.

Elektra...

was with me when the building collapsed.

Matthew, Elektra passed months ago.

- We had a funeral for her. - No, shh... I remember.

I know it sounds crazy. I'm telling you, she was there.

I was...

holding on to her when...

In any case, the building was surrounded when it collapsed.

Nobody else was seen getting out.

I am so sorry, Matthew.

How about I take your confession and we go ahead with the Eucharist?

Not today, Father.

Mystical thinking is not my bag, Matthew.

Hell, I'm probably the most rational crank in the whole diocese,

but even I have to admit... it is a miracle you survived.

Our conversations, they usually go this way.

I come to you with questions. You tell me what you understand about God.

- Nature of the gig, I guess. - Give it a rest, shall we?

Sure.

I'll be around. I'll, uh...

When you're ready to talk...

we'll talk.

Is he dead?

Boo.

- Who are you? - Same as you.

I grew up here.

Damn! What happened to you?

Life.

This room is off limits.

And if you're well enough to be up, you're well enough to be in class.

Sorry, Sister.

Hello again, Matthew.

They're scared of you, huh?

So were you when you were their age.

I need to change your gauze.

Preferably without you flailing around like an idiot.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised by any of this.

You were always pissed off.

Of course, back then, you were just a boy who lost his eyesight.

And now, you're the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

You've heard of me.

I live in an orphanage, not under a rock.

I just never imagined it'd be one of ours running around in that Halloween costume.

The things I've heard you can do...

You are blind, right?

You weren't just faking it the whole time?

Congratulations.

You finally caught me.

It's not a fair question?

Yeah, the accident blinded me.

It just also, uh, sharpened my other senses.

Not to worry, Sister.

Those days are behind me.

I'm deaf in my right ear, and I can't even walk to the bathroom now.

Yeah, well, you're pretty banged up.

Your spine, your hip.

Well, the days of doing backflips might be over, but...

you'll get back on your feet.

Now that you're out of the woods...

You want me to go.

It's not a convalescent home.

- I understand. - I'm sorry.

I'll figure something out.

There must be at least one person I can call for you.

No.

There's no one.

Yeah. No, I filed that story already.

Yeah! No, look...

Oh, that. No. Uh, part five still needs a quote.

I put out a few lines. We'll get a bite soon.

Yeah, okay.

Yeah, I'll have it for you by the end of the day.

All right. Yeah. Bye.

Shit.

What am I doing here, Matt?

I have something that I need you to see.

I'm Daredevil.

How was the walk?

I just needed some space.

- It's a lot... - No, of course. I get it.

- Please, come in. - Thank you.

Can you see me?

No. No, not "see" exactly.

It's different. It's, um...

I think it's better.

"Different" how? "Better" how?

Well, I can sense things about you.

Okay. Like what?

Oh, God. It's really hard to explain. Um...

Try me.

I know that you stopped on the way over here.

At our favorite Indian place.

Probably it was a trip down memory lane,

'cause you didn't eat but you did order a drink.

See, I can smell the curry on your clothes, and I can...

taste the Jameson's off your lips.

I know that just telling you all that makes you uncomfortable...

'cause I can hear your heartbeat.

This is humiliating.

Karen, I should've told you. You have every right to be angry...

Yeah. I should be. I should be really angry at you.

But I watched you fight for me.

Twice, actually.

You know I dreamed about that?

I played it over in my mind again and again, and I keep...

How can I be this mad at someone who saved my life?

Because he's your friend and you care for him and he broke your trust.

Yeah, well, stop agreeing with me. It's making it worse.

Can I get you a drink?

And he knows I nodded.

So, the whole cane thing, it's just... an act?

Yep.

Sorry.

Why?

Why didn't you trust me?

- What, did you think I would judge you? - No.

I didn't judge Frank. Why would I judge you?

Well, maybe you should judge Frank.

Castle's a killer. I'm not.

You don't always know what motivates people.

Uh, yeah, but I know when they lie to me. Their heartbeats tell me.

Here's what I know. I will never lie to you again.

That's a promise. All right? Ask me anything.

Where do you keep it?

In the closet. In the chest.

Holy shit.

What... what happens now?

It's over. That's it. I'm gonna leave Daredevil behind.

Really? You can just do that?

Yeah.

You know... you and Foggy had me almost convinced it was alcohol.

It makes a lot of sense.

You know, the secrecy, abandoning social and professional commitments.

It... It certainly sounds like an addict.

- Well, it's not like that. - Help me out, then, because I'm not you.

I can't tell if you're lying to me or not.

I don't need him to be a part of me anymore.

And I don't want him to be.

I want to believe you.

I'm not so sure Daredevil is the problem.

Ouch.

- - Shit.

Karen?

Hey, Karen, you here?

- Hey. You okay? - Hey. Yeah.

- Yeah, yeah, fine. Thanks for coming. - Did the building manager let you in?

Um...

I thought you said you were packing the place up.

Yeah. Uh...

Remember how I told you

I was gonna talk to Matt's landlord about letting his place go?

Uh-huh.

Surprise.

What, so when you asked me to help you move boxes...

Uh, yeah, I lied.