Daredevil: Born Again

Why did you stop being a vigilante?

My best friend was killed.

I made a promise to myself.

I'm not him anymore.

You cross into 39th street, you pay a toll.

Red Hook is exempt from any taxes, tolls or other payments.

You know that, Luca.

We need cash flow, Matt, pretty bad.

I'm working on that, too. Already set meetings with a bunch of banks.

Last night, there was a double homicide not half a mile from the port.

Silly wee bastard.

Apparently, a hijacking gone wrong.

I sent Buck to Luca

to tell him to pay Viktor 1.8 restitution for the hijacking.

We got married at City Hall

and now we're opening a joint checking account.

Girl, come on. It's St. Patrick's Day.

What do you mean you don't wanna come out for drinks with us?

You watch the game?

Rangers took the Isles to the woodshed last night. Potvin sucks.

Good morning, Mr. Murdock.

Oh. Mr. Aldrich, thank you so much for seeing me on such short notice.

Uh, hate to disappoint you, Mr. Murdock,

but Mr. Aldrich has had a bit of an emergency this morning.

- Won't be in for a few hours. - Oh.

- Please, do have a seat. - Thank you.

I'm Yusuf Khan,

assistant bank manager here at New York Mutual.

- Thank you so much for waiting. - No, thank you.

Mr. Aldrich told me to look into your loan application this morning,

which I've had the...

Not wearing green today, Mr. Murdock?

Green?

- Yeah. Green. Today. - Oh, I-- I see.

No. Uh, I tend to prefer more neutral colors.

- Hmm. - Less likely to clash.

You must be careful, though. A leprechaun might pinch you.

Candy?

- Uh, no, thank you. - Okay, all right.

Oops. Excuse me, apologies.

Uh... Ah.

My daughter, Kamala, she's in California.

Visiting some friends there, La La Land as they say.

Mm. Where's home?

- Jersey City. - Jersey City.

- Hmm. - Well,

it certainly has its own special charm.

You think so?

I prefer it to Hoboken.

That's the nicest thing I've heard anyone say about Jersey City.

People don't know this, but it used to be the gateway to America.

- Really? - Yeah. Ellis Island, part of Jersey City.

And our very own superhero, Ms. Marvel.

- Ms. Marvel? - Mmm-hmm.

I'm not sure I'm familiar.

Hmm?

This is her right here,

a custom-designed Funko in her honor.

- I... - Oh, yeah. Well, you can't see.

- Yeah. - But, um...

it's her.

- Is that right? - Oh, yeah.

Okay. So, shall we?

- Please. - Your loan.

I can see here that Murdock and McDuffie plans on expanding rapidly,

hiring new associates, moving to bigger offices.

Your firm's over-leveraged,

yet you're more than willing to take on clients

who have a difficult time paying,

- as in the tragic case of White Tiger. - Mr. Khan, if I may?

Have you ever needed a defense attorney?

Me? No. No, thankfully, not.

Well, if you ever do, it's often David versus Goliath.

The cops, the prosecution, public opinion,

the entire system conspiring against you.

We represent husbands, sons, daughters,

people like you and me, Mr. Khan.

So yeah, we may be over-leveraged, for now,

but we serve a vital function in a city that desperately needs us.

Your compassion and willingness to take risks are the very qualities

that make you an excellent defense attorney, Mr. Murdock,

but, unfortunately, they're the same reasons

that you do not meet New York Mutual's criteria for approval.

Well, that's certainly the nicest "no" I've received yet.

Ready then?

Twenty minutes of courage, lads.

Then we got 1.8 mil and that fat bastard's off Luca's back.

Now... let's have some fun.

AT&T's the worst.

Oh, my God. Run!

Everyone freeze!

Hands in the fucking air!

Hands up. Hands up.

Hands in the air, you silly bastard.

- That's it. - Hands in the air!

- Get on the floor! - Didn't do nothin' wrong!

Hey! Don't touch that.

Don't fucking move!

Oh, my God.

- Move. - I am.

Shit.

Oh, no.

Yeah, it was another no.

I think he said we didn't meet the bank's loan criteria.

He's a nice enough guy though.

All right, so I'm on my way in now,

I'll probably...

Hold on a sec.

Hands in the air, you silly bastard.

Kirsten, call 911.

That's it, over here, please. Thank you.

Move. Do you wanna get fucking shot?

- Move! - Don't hurt us.

Please. Okay. I can--

- Round 'em up, pat 'em down. - Let's go!

Check the offices.

Oh, come on.

Drop it! Hands up. Move.

Now!

Please don't hurt us.

You think I'm fucking playing with you?

Okay.

Where do you want me to go?

Try running, I'll shoot you!

AJ. AJ, are you all right? AJ.

Hey! Hey, we got one more.

You! Another step and it'll be your last.

Uh, you talking to me? What's going on?

Can someone lock the door, please?

Hello?

- Jesus Christ. - Sorry, what's happening here?

- Right. On your knees, Stevie Wonder. - I'm on it.

Excuse me.

On your knees!

- Okay. - Mr. Murdock.

All right. Mr. Khan?

What are you doing here? I thought you'd already left.

Yeah, I probably should have.

All right! No need to explain what this is.

You've all been to the movies.

This can go a couple of ways.

You stay where you are,

you keep your heads down, keep your traps shut,

you stay out of our way and we'll stay out of yours.

Easy. Everybody goes home

and everybody has a wild story to tell.

Now these weapons are loaded, they're live,

and they're very, very real.

If anyone has any doubts about that,

feel free to carry on and find out the hard way.

You kill anyone and your armed robbery charge

converts to a felony murder.

Then you're looking at 25-to-life.

We have a solicitor on our hands.

Mr. Murdock.

All right then. Mr. Solicitor here

may not have understood the rules.

Let it be a warning.

Now, where's the bank manager?

I need to see a Mr. Steven Aldrich.

We have a blind man, do we have a deaf one as well?

I said Steven Aldrich,

come out, come out wherever you are, please, Steven.

10-Charlie, request road closure

10 block northeast heading south.

- The cops are here. - Shit.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

The manager. Now or we start shooting.

I don't think the manager's here. Please don't shoot us.

Please. Please.

You.

Me? Uh...

- What's your name? - Um, uh...

Yusuf Khan, sir.

- You work here, right? - Yes, sir.

What's your title, Yusuf Khan?

Title? Uh...

Assistant Bank Manager. Assistant.

- Assistant Bank Manager. - That's right, sir.

Where's the non-assistant bank manager?

Actually, he... He's had a bit of an emergency this morning.

He won't be in for a couple of hours.

- A couple of hours? - Yeah.

Shut it.

Yusuf Khan.

Yes, sir.

You're gonna open the vault.

Can you do that for me, Yusuf Khan?

- Yeah, yes, sir. - Good man.

- SWAT's pulling up. - SWAT?

Stay fluid, all right? Courage.

We talked about this.

Nothing changes. They do them. We do us.

All right. Looks like we're gonna be

spending a little more time together than we thought.

This isn't a fucking party.

The less you know about us, the less we know about you.

Let's keep it that way. Faces down.

How the hell did they get here so fast?

Someone must have triggered the alarm before we got in.