# Daredevil (TV series)

Marvel's Daredevil, or simply Daredevil, is an American web television series developed by Drew Goddard with Steven S. DeKnight, based on the Marvel Comics character of the same name.

## Season 1
### Into The Ring [1.01]

    [first scene of the series: Matt Murdock goes to confession]
    Matt Murdock: Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It's been, uh…it's been too long since my last confession. My dad, he used to come to this church back when I was a kid. He was a fighter. Old school. Boxer. Lost more than he won. Had a 24-31 record before he, uh… But he could take a punch. Jesus, he could take a punch.
    Father Lantom: Language.
    Matt: Sorry, Father. Yeah... Guys he went up against used to say it was like hitting oak. And nights when he was outmatched, my dad's strategy was to let 'em hit him 'til they broke their hands. Never got knocked out, my dad. Knocked down, sure, but he, uh, always got back up. He was always on his feet when he lost. Every now and then, though, uh… Every now and then, he'd get hit and something inside him would snap. My grandmother…She was the real Catholic. Fear of God ran deep. You'd have liked her. She used to say, "Be careful of the Murdock boys. They got the devil in 'em." And you'd see it sometimes in the ring. His eyes would go dead… and he'd start walking forward real slow, hands at his sides like he wasn't afraid of anything. And the other guy, he'd see that look, and he'd try to get away from him. Nah. My dad, he'd catch him and trap him in a corner. Let the devil out. Yeah. Now, I didn't understand it, you know? What he was feeling deep inside, I didn't understand it. Not back then.
    Lantom: But you understand it now? Perhaps this would be easier if you tell me what you've done.
    Matt: I'm not seeking penance for what I've done, Father. I'm asking forgiveness…for what I'm about to do.
    Lantom: That's not how this works. What exactly are you about to do?
    [Matt doesn't respond]
    Foggy Nelson: Good morning, sunshine!
    Matt: What time is it?
    Foggy: Half past "get the hell up"!
    Susan Harris: [telling Foggy about the future offices Nelson and Murdock] You've got a reception area, a conference room and two offices. [Matt enters behind them] Corner suite has a view of the Hudson, you can flip a coin with your partner for it.
    Matt: Uh, he can have the view.
    Susan: [turns, realizes Matt is blind] I'm so sorry. I didn't...
    Matt: [smiles] Of course not.
    Susan: Susan Harris, Midtown Property Solution. [sticks her hand out]
    Matt: Matt Murdock. [Susan remembers he can't see her hand and pulls it back, curtsying awkwardly]
    Foggy: She just curtsied. It was adorable.
    [debating whether to take Karen Page as their first client]
    Foggy: All right, I'm just gonna say this once and we can move on. You don't necessarily show the best judgment when beautiful women are involved.
    Matt: How would I even know if she's a beautiful woman?
    Foggy: I don't know. It's kinda spooky, actually. But if there's a stunning woman with questionable character in the room, Matt Murdock's gonna find her and Foggy Nelson is gonna suffer.
    [Matt and Foggy show up at an interrogation room where Karen is being held for questioning]
    Karen Page: Who the hell are you guys?
    Matt: I'm Matt. He's Foggy. [Foggy smiles and nods]
    Karen: Who sent you?
    Matt: No one sent us.
    Karen: So…what? You're a couple of good Samaritans? Today's just my lucky day?
    Foggy: [shrugs] I…bribed the desk sergeant with a box of cigars. For his mom.
    Matt: Our practice is relatively young, Ms. Page, and we are aggressively pursuing new clientele. [to Foggy] Stop giving Bess cigars.
    Foggy: She likes to smoke, man. It's a free country.
    Karen: How long have you been practicing law?
    Matt: What time is it?
    Foggy: It's 12:22 AM.
    Matt: About seven hours.
    Foggy: Well, if you go from when we passed the bar...
    Matt: I was going from when we got our own desks.
    Foggy: Oh, then, yeah. Seven hours.
    Leland Owlsley: Heroes and their consequences are why we have our current opportunities.

### Cut Man [1.02]

    Foggy: Could you, could you hear me just now?
    Karen: Nope.
    Foggy: The correct answer is "Yes, and you sound amazing."
    Karen: Well, of the two lies, I took the lesser.
    Josie: [to Karen] You could do so much better, love.
    Foggy: Thank you, Josie, but this is my employee for your information, and we are not on a date. [Looks at Karen] Are we on a date?
    Karen: Definitely not.
    Foggy: Okay, good because I was starting to worry you might be in love with me. What other explanation could there be? You hang around my office all day.
    Karen: Well, I'm your secretary, Foggy.
    Foggy: You refuse to leave. You're always at your desk.
    Karen: I'm a good secretary!
    Foggy: No. You gaze at me lovingly when you think I'm not looking. [Karen laughs] What? You might. How would I know? I'm not looking.
    Claire Temple: I found a man who needed help, so I helped him.
    Matt: Oh yeah? That simple?
    Claire: [glances at unconscious Russian] Do you really want to get into this in front of him?
    Matt: He's out.
    Claire: Maybe he's faking.
    Matt: [listens] He's not.
    Claire: Okay, that right there? That's what I'm talking about. Okay, I find a guy in a dumpster who turns out to be some kind of blind vigilante who can do all of this really weird shit like smell cologne through walls and sense whether someone's unconscious or faking it. Slap on top of that, he can take an unbelievable amount of punishment without one damn complaint.
    Matt: The last part's the Catholicism.
    Jack Murdock: [into his wife's answering machine] Hey, it's, uh, it's me. I'm about to go do something…well, I'm about to go be me. You know better than anybody that doesn't always go so well. I don't know how this is gonna go, but if I were a betting man, Matty's gonna need you. More than ever. Look after him, okay? And I know what I'm asking here, but he's a good kid. He sure as hell didn't get that from me. So it's better this way. Just once, I want Matty to hear people cheer for his old man. Just once.
    Claire: So, what? I'm supposed to take it on faith I'm on the right side of this?
    Matt: You don't carry a masked man bleeding to death into your apartment on faith. You knew which side you were on the moment you found me. Why'd you help me, Claire?
    Claire: I'm a nurse. Work the ER at Metro-General. A few weeks ago, cops bring in three men. Said they were robbing tourists, beating them up pretty bad. Apparently, a man in a black mask took issue with their activities and decided to step in. I counted nine broken bones between them. A few days after that, EMTs bring in a 19-year-old waitress, said some guy she knew waited for her after work in the parking lot, attacked her, tried to drag her in the alley. She said she screamed and screamed, and a man in a black mask heard her and he saved her life. So, yeah, word's getting around. And I want to believe in what you're doing.

### Rabbit In A Snowstorm [1.03]

    [Matt and Foggy are arguing whether or not they should defend Healy]
    Matt: You're the one that keeps saying we need real clients.
    Foggy: That's not a client. It's a shark in a skin suit.
    [Matt delivers a closing statement at Healy's trial]
    Matt: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, forgive me if I seem distracted. I've been preoccupied of late with, uh, questions of morality. Of right and wrong, good and evil. Sometimes the delineation between the two is a sharp line. Sometimes it's a blur, and often it's like pornography: you just know when you see it. A man is dead. I don't mean to make light of that, but these questions... these questions are vital ones because they tether us to each other, to humanity. Not everyone feels this way. Not everyone sees the sharp line, only the blur. A man is dead. Um, a man is dead. And my client, John Healy, took his life. This is not in dispute. It is a matter of record, of fact, and facts have no moral judgment. They merely state what is. Not what we think of them, not what we feel. They just are. What was in my client's heart when he took Mr. Prohaszka's life, whether he is a good man or something else entirely, is irrelevant. These questions of good and evil, as important as they are, have no place in a court of law. Only the facts matter. My client claims he acted in self-defense. Mr. Prohaszka's associates have refused to make a statement regarding the incident. The only other witness, a frightened young woman, has stated that my client was pleasant and friendly, and that she only saw the struggle with Mr. Prohaszka after it had started. Those are the facts. Based on these and these alone, the prosecution has failed to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that my client was not acting solely in self-defense. And those, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, are the facts. My client, based purely on the sanctity of the law which we've all sworn an oath to uphold, must be acquitted of these charges. Now, beyond that, beyond these walls... he may well face a judgement of his own making. But here, in this courtroom, the judgement is yours and yours alone.
    Owlsley: You've lost your strong-arm and the tape. You got nothing on juror eight now.
    James Wesley: She's only a piece of the puzzle.
    Owlsley: You ever try putting a puzzle together with a piece missing? It's damned aggravating.
    [Healy has just given up Wilson Fisk's name to Matt]
    John Healy: You think this is still about you? I gave up his name. You don't do that, not to him. He'll find me... and make an example... and then he'll find everyone I've ever cared about... and do the same to them... so that no one ever does what I just did. You should have just killed me. You coward. [turns and impales his head through a spike]
    [Fisk is staring at a painting in an art gallery - it is made up of layers of textured white. Vanessa approaches him.]
    Vanessa Marianna: There's an old children's joke. You hold up a white piece of paper and you ask, "What's this?" A rabbit in a snowstorm. You interested or just looking?
    Wilson Fisk: Interested.
    Vanessa: People always ask me how can we charge so much for what amounts to gradations of white. I tell them it's not about the artist's name or the skill required, not even about the art itself. All that matters is "How does it make you feel?"
    Fisk: It makes me feel alone.

### In The Blood [1.04]

    Karen: What? So that's it?
    Ben Urich: Stories like this are built on sources, Miss Page. Credible sources. I did some digging into your, uh... past activities.
    Karen: Well, I did some digging, too. I read every big story with your byline. The VA kickbacks, toxic runoff, the Teachers Union scandal. Hell, you pretty much brought down the Italian mob back when I was in diapers! What ever happened to that reporter, Mr. Urich?
    Ben: He got old. And a hell of a lot less stupid.
    Vanessa: How are you enjoying "Rabbit in a Snowstorm"?
    Fisk: You remember.
    Vanessa: Of course. It's one of my favorite pieces.
    Fisk: I hung it in my bedroom. It's the last thing I see every night.
    Vanessa: That's either very romantic or very sad.
    Fisk: I like to tell myself it's the former.
    Vanessa: The city's really changing.
    Fisk: Not fast enough.
    Vanessa: I don't know. Be a shame to see all the character scrubbed away.
    Fisk: You didn't grow up here, did you?
    Vanessa: [laughs] What gave it away?
    Fisk: When I was a kid, I used to dream what it would be like to, to live somewhere far away from Hell's Kitchen. Somewhere beautiful.
    Vanessa: What made you stay?
    Fisk: I didn't. When I was 12 years old, my mother, she sent me to stay with relatives. Had a farm, middle of nowhere. Those were good years.
    Vanessa: But you came back.
    Fisk: Yes. Time and distance, they afford a certain clarity. I realized that this city was a part of me, that it was in my blood. And I would do anything to make it a better place for people like you.
    Fisk: A woman that can be bought isn't worth having.
    Wesley: They say the past is etched in stone, but it isn't. It's smoke trapped in a closed room, swirling, changing. Buffeted by the passing of years and wishful thinking. But even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. The past can never be completely erased. It lingers. Like the scent of burning wood.

### World on Fire [1.05]

    Claire: You have X-ray fingers now?
    Matt: I can hear your bones shift when you breathe. No grinding means nothing's broken.
    Claire: What does a hairline fracture sound like?
    Matt: [pause] An old ship?
    [they both smile]
    Claire: How do you…I mean, I know that you're blind, but you see so much. How?
    Matt: I guess you have to think of it as more than just five senses. I can't see, not like everyone else, but I can feel. Things like balance and direction. Micro-changes in air density, vibrations, blankets of temperature variations. Mix all that with what I hear, subtle smells. All of the fragments form a sort of impressionistic painting.
    Claire: Okay, but what does that look like? Like, what do you actually see?
    Matt: [pause] A world on fire.
    Claire: If all I saw was fire, I'd probably want to hit people too.
    Owlsley: Where are the Smiley Twins? Sleeping off another kidnapping?
    Fisk: The Ranskahovs are no longer a part of this organization.
    Owlsley: Since when?
    Fisk: Since I removed Anatoly's head with my car door.
    Karen: [smacks the new photocopier in frustration] UGH! Gosh! You don't make any sense!
    Foggy: [amused] Whoa, be nice to it! You know, for when the machines take over.
    Karen: [smiles] I can't get any of this crap I bought to work!
    Foggy: Bad time to mention the phones? All I hear when I try to dial is a bunch of clicks. Could be the machines plotting, but I don't speak computer overlord.
    Karen: No, it's the rats.
    Foggy: The who what now? [Matt comes in]
    Karen: [scoffs] They chewed through the main line. Phone guy's working on it now. Exterminator's Monday.
    Foggy: We have rats now? I'm never sleeping here again!
    Matt: Then there's an upside.
    Vanessa: So why does a man like you feel alone?
    Fisk: Nature of my business, I suppose.
    Vanessa: And what kind of business is that?
    Fisk: Rebuilding this city. I want to carve something beautiful out of its ugliness…set free its potential.
    Vanessa: You sound like an artist.
    Fisk: I'm just a man with a dream.
    Vanessa: What do you think an artist is? [indicating his cufflinks] Are those the only ones you have? You were wearing them last time.
    Fisk: They were my father's. I wear them every day to remember him.
    Vanessa: Did he pass?
    Fisk: When I was a boy. May I ask you something now?
    Vanessa: I'd say you've earned it.
    Fisk: What kind of gun is that you have in your purse?
    Vanessa: It's a .22.
    Fisk: Did you think you would need that tonight?
    Vanessa: We've been sitting here talking for hours and you're going to insult me like I have no idea what you really do?
    Fisk: What I said about what I want for this city is the truth. But money and influence is not enough to usher change on such a scale. Sometimes it requires force.
    Vanessa: I know you're a dangerous man. That's why I brought a gun to a dinner date.
    Fisk: Would you like to leave?
    Vanessa: No. I'd like a reason to stay.
    Fisk: I've done things that I'm not proud of, Vanessa. I've hurt people and I'm going to hurt more. It's impossible to avoid for what I'm trying to do. But I take no pleasure in it, in cruelty. But this city isn't a caterpillar. It doesn't spin a cocoon and wake up a butterfly. A city crumbles and fades. It needs to die before it can be reborn.
    Vanessa: So I don't need the gun?
    Fisk: No. By my side is the safest place that you could ever be.
    Claire: Why don't you go to the police with all that you have on the Russians?
    Matt: I wear a mask and beat on people. Doesn't exactly mesh with police policy.

### Condemned [1.06]

    [Matt has just brought Vladimir to an abandoned building]
    Matt: Don't move. You've been shot. [Vladimir curses in Russian] That sounds pretty bad, but I don't speak asshole.
    Foggy: [Watching footage of the explosion] Jesus, look at this. It's like a war zone out there. We better call Matt and make sure he's okay. [Takes out his phone]
    Karen: Foggy, you're bleeding.
    Foggy: Huh? [looks and notices that his shirt is indeed soaked with blood] Oh, that explains it.
    Karen: Explains what?
    Foggy: The stabbing pain in my side.
    [Matt needs to treat Vladimir's bullet wound, so he calls Claire]
    Matt: I need your help. I found someone who has intel on what I've been looking for, but he's been shot.
    Claire: So call 911!
    Matt: Can't. Police are the ones that shot him. I'm thinking they'd like a crack at finishing the job.
    Claire: Do you want me to come out to you? In all this?
    Matt: No. I want you to walk me through stabilizing him.
    Claire: It's not as easy as it looks in the movies, you know?
    Matt: I don't really go to the movies. I like records, though.
    Fisk: [Over the police radio] I'd like to speak to the man in the mask, please.
    Matt: [Picks the radio] Hello.
    Fisk: Are you there? Can you hear me?
    Matt: Who is this?
    Fisk: I think you know. You've been asking about me. I thought it was time we spoke.
    Matt: Say your name.
    Fisk: You first.
    [Matt hesitates]
    Fisk:That's what I thought. You and I have a lot in common.
    Matt: We're nothing alike.
    Fisk: That's what you'll tell yourself.
    Matt: You're feeding off this city like a cancer.
    Fisk: I want to save this city, like you. Only on a scale that matters.
    Matt: Now tell that to the people you've hurt.
    Fisk: Young man, life is not a fairy tale. Not everyone deserves a happy ending.
    Matt: I'm gonna find you, and I'm gonna make you pay for what you've done.
    Fisk: No, you are not. Not that I don't admire what you're trying to do, to change the world, with nothing but desire and your own two hands, secure in the knowledge that you're doing the right thing, the only thing. That's something that I do understand. But we both can't have what we want. So, your part, in this drama, by necessity, comes to an end.
    Matt: It's gonna take a lot more than a voice on a radio to stop me.
    Fisk: It's not me you need to worry about. It's the city you just blew the hell out of.
    Matt: [chuckles] You... You think anyone's gonna believe that?
    Fisk: You're running around in a mask, holing up with a known felon in the wake of a series of bombings. There's that police officer you're holding hostage, so... yes. Actually, I do. But it doesn't have to be this way. The Russian, is he alive?
    Vladimir: I'm still here, you fat shit!
    Matt: Does that answer your question?
    Fisk: It's a one-time offer. You kill the Russian, and we'll call the night a push. You know what he's done to women. To children. To the people of this city that you claim to care about. But do you know how much he enjoyed it?
    Matt: You just confirmed how important he is. That must worry you, what he might tell me.
    Fisk: Which means he hasn't told you anything yet. You're a child playing at being a hero.
    Matt: No, no, I'm not trying to be a hero. I'm just a guy that got fed up with men like you and I decided to do something about it.
    Fisk: That's what makes you dangerous. It's not the mask. It's not the skills. It's your ideology. The lone man who thinks he can make a difference. I'm glad we could talk. I, I respect your conviction even if it runs counter with my own.

### Stick [1.07]

    [In a flashback, Matt and Stick are on a park bench, eating ice cream]
    Young Matt Murdock: So what kind of training is this?
    Stick: You like ice cream?
    Young Matt: Yeah.
    Stick: Then shut up and eat it. I'll ask the questions. First thing you gotta understand is nobody feels sorry for you and nobody ever will. 'Cause when it comes to being born lucky you won the friggin' lottery.
    Young Matt: I did?
    Stick: [Smacks him with his cane] What did I say about questions?
    Young Matt: "Shut up."
    Stick: Good. How old were you when you got blinded?
    Young Matt: Nine.
    Stick: Nine? So you had nine whole years of looking at movies, blue skies, up girlies' skirts that I never had. I was born blind. You don't hear me whining about it, do you?
    Young Matt: No.
    Stick: So, you're nine years old, walking along, minding your own business and whammo! Get hit by a truck, killed dead on the spot.
    Young Matt: I wasn't killed.
    Stick: You lived? Praise God, it's a miracle. So you survive the truck and get this chemical shit in your eyes. What next?
    Young Matt: I hear things.
    Stick: What kind of things?
    Young Matt: Everything. Coughs and fights and cats meowing. Sometimes blocks away. I can sense things. I know where things are and when they move. But I can't see.
    Stick: You know what they call stuff like that? Gifts. The special kind. The kind that very few people have. Or deserve.
    Young Matt: I never thought of it that way.
    Stick: Well, that's because you're stupid.
    Young Matt: I'm not stupid, I'm smart.
    Stick: Because you taught yourself how to run your little fingers over the bumps and read Braille? Smart don't come out of books, kid. Smart is making the right decision at the right time. Like now. What's it gonna be, Matty? You gonna spend your life crying and rocking yourself to sleep at night? Or are you gonna dig deep and find out what it takes to reshuffle those cards life dealt you? Your call.
    Ben: There are no heroes, no villains. Just people with different agendas.
    Young Matt: No one's bought me ice cream since my dad died.
    Stick: What's it taste like?
    Young Matt: Vanilla.
    Stick: [scoffs] Everybody can taste vanilla. Pay a little more attention, use those gifts. You know what you got? [sniffs] Sugar grains, vanilla bean, milk from three different dairies from two states... [licks] ugh... batch of chemicals straight off the periodic tables and... [sniffs] dirt off the guy's hand that served it to you. He spent his morning gardening. Whole world around you, Matty, and it is friggin' huge. And all you need... are the guts to let it in. Try. That dog, what's his story?
    Young Matt: He's hungry... his stomach's growling... and he's dying to eat the hot dogs that guy's carrying just upwind of him.
    Stick: Not bad. What about the girl?
    Young Matt: Her skin's... Her skin's too hot. Her heart's beating fast. Is she sick?
    Stick: Worse. She's in love. And the old man?
    Young Matt: He's...He's dying.
    Stick: And there's nothing you can do about it. Big world, not all of it flowers and sunshine. And the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go.
    Young Matt: My dad. They paid him to lose against Creel. But... But I wanted him to win. So he did because of me. Because of me. I just wanted him to come home.
    Stick: But he didn't and he never will. We all pay for our choices kid. Maybe your old man fought for you, maybe he did it for himself. The only thing you know for sure is he's gone now. But I'm here. Now, get up. Time to stop taking a beating and start giving one.
    Stick: [to Matt] Kid, in war, people die. If it's not you, it's the guy next to you. How many men have you killed protecting this city? You're still afraid to cross that line. Someday, it's gonna come down to you or the other guy. If it's not Fisk, somebody else. What're you gonna do then?

### Shadows in the Glass [1.08]

    [Fisk wants Detective Hoffman to kill his partner Detective Blake so that Blake won't squeal on Fisk]
    Fisk: I know that you have feelings regarding this matter. I respect that. But if Detective Blake chooses to speak out of turn the result would be unpleasant, for you and for me.
    Detective Carl Hoffman: Out of turn? You shot him!
    Wesley: Technically, we paid someone else to shoot him.
    Daredevil: I didn't blow the hell out of the Russians. And I didn't shoot those cops.
    Ben: So, what? You want me to write your side of this?
    Daredevil: No, I want you to expose the man responsible. The man who's tearing this city apart, piece by piece.
    Ben: You got a name?
    Daredevil: Wilson Fisk.
    Ben: Never heard of him.
    Daredevil: Because he doesn't want you to. That's what makes him dangerous. Living in the shadows, no one knowing who he is.
    Ben: Said the man in the mask.
    [After Madame Gao calls Fisk out on pretending to not understand Chinese just so that he could keep Wesley on hand for meetings]
    Madame Gao: It is the clever man who plays the fool. And a foolish woman who does not recognize it.
    Ben: "You get what you deserve." It's an old saying. One that survived the years, because it's true. For the most part. But not for everyone. Some get more than they deserve. Because they believe they aren't like everyone else. That the rules, the ones people like me and you, the people that work and struggle to live our lives, just live, don't apply to them. That they can do anything and live happily ever after, while the rest of us suffer. They do this from the shadows. Shadows that we cast with our indifference. With a pervasive lack of interest in anything that doesn't directly affect us, we, in the here and now. Or maybe it's just the shadow of weariness. Of how tired we are, struggling to claw our way back to a middle class that no longer exist, because of those who take more than they deserve. And they keep taking, until all that's left for the rest of us is a memory of how it used to be before the corporations and the bottom line decided we didn't matter anymore. But we do. You and I, the people of this city, we still matter. There's someone in Hell's Kitchen that doesn't share this belief. He's been among us for quite some time. You've never heard his name. You've never seen his face. He's stayed in the shadows. Because men like him, men that want to control our city, our lives, fear the light and what it reveals. This man must no longer be allowed to operate in the darkness. If he has nothing to hide, let him step forward.
    [Fisk calls a press conference]
    Fisk: I'm not very good at this, out, being in public. But I felt the need to speak up for this city that I love with all my heart. No one should have to live in fear. In fear of madmen who have no regard for who they injure. In fear of the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, who has inflicted untold pain and suffering. This masked terrorist and psychopaths of his kind, we must show them we will not bow down to their campaign of coercion and intimidation. We must stand up to them. As this man, my dearest friend, Leland Owlsley, a pillar in the financial community, stood up when he was recently assaulted. But this assault was for no other reason than to send me a message. A message warning me to stop. To give up my dream that I have for this city. A dream of a better place. A place for its citizens to feel safe. To feel pride. I tried to do this quietly, not wanting to draw attention. The last thing I wanted was for anyone close to me to become a target from those who do not share my dream. For those who will have this city stay exactly as it is, mired in poverty and crime. But I know now it was foolish to make that decision. That I can no longer do it alone. That I cannot keep living in the shadows afraid of the light. None of us can. None of us should be forced to. We must do this together. We must resist those who would have us live in fear. My name is Wilson Fisk. And together, we can make this city a better place.

### Speak of the Devil [1.09]

    Matt: Do you believe in the Devil, Father?
    Lantom: You mean... as a concept?
    Matt: No. Do you believe he exists? In this world, among us.
    Lantom: You want the short answer or the long one?
    Matt: Just the truth.
    Lantom: When I was in seminary I was more studious than pious, more skeptical than most of my peers. I had this notion which I was more than willing to speak about, at length, to whoever I could corner, that the Devil was inconsequential. Minor figure in the grand scheme.
    Matt: Not very Catholic of you.
    Lantom: Uh-huh, yeah. In my defense, in the scriptures, the Hebrew word "Satan" actually means "adversary." It's applied to any antagonist. Angels and humans, serpents and kings. Medieval theologians reinterpreted those passages to be about a single monstrous enemy. And, in my youthful zeal, I was certain I knew why: propaganda. Played up to drive people into the church.
    Matt: So you don't believe he exists.
    Lantom: Am I done talking?
    Matt: Sorry.
    Lantom: Years later, I was in Rwanda trying to help local churches provide aid and sanctuary to refugees. I'd become close with the village elder, Gahiji. He and his family had the respect of everybody, Hutu and Tutsi alike. He'd helped them all through famines, disease. The militia liked to force Hutu villagers to murder their neighbors with machetes. But nobody would raise a hand against Gahiji. They said, "Well how can we kill such a holy man?" So the militia commander sent soldiers with orders to cut his head off in front of the entire village. Gahiji didn't try to put up a fight. Just asked for the chance to say goodbye to his family. By the time he was done, even the soldiers didn't wanna kill him. So they went to their commander and asked permission to shoot him. At least give him a quick death. The commander wanted to meet this man who had won the respect of so many. He went to Gahiji. Talked with him in his hut for many hours. Then he dragged him out in front of his village and hacked him to pieces along with his entire family. In that man who took Gahiji's life, I saw the Devil. So yes, Matthew. I believe he walks among us, taking many forms.
    Lantom: I was worried you might've gone out and done something foolish, after our talk this morning.
    Matt: I haven't done anything. Not yet.
    Lantom: Sounds a bit on the ominous side.
    Matt: I went to visit someone close to the... close to the Devil. Not to hurt her, just to get a sense of him. Of who he is and what it would take to... do what I have to.
    Lantom: And... what did you learn?
    Matt: That he has someone he loves... who loves him, who'd mourn his loss.
    Lantom: Mmm-hmm. Few things are absolute, Matthew. Even Lucifer was once an angel. It's why judgment and vengeance... are best left to God. Especially when murder is not in your heart.
    Matt: How do you know?
    Lantom: You're here, aren't you?
    Matt: I know my soul is damned if I take his life. But if I stand idle, if I... if I let him consume this city, all the people that will suffer and die...
    Lantom: There is a wide gulf between inaction and murder, Matthew. Another man's evil does not make you good. Men have used the atrocities of their enemies to justify their own throughout history. So the question you have to ask yourself is: are you struggling with the fact that you don't want to kill this man but have to? Or that you don't have to kill him but want to?
    Vanessa: You don't need sight to appreciate art, but you do need honesty.
    Matt: Sight helps.
    Vanessa: Sure. But there's something very intimate in experiencing art through someone else's eyes. That's a good line, by the way. You should use it.
    Vanessa: So, give me an idea what you're after.
    Matt: I'm not sure.
    Vanessa: Good... art isn't furniture. If you knew exactly what you were looking for, you'd be just decorating. Art should speak to you... move you. [Walks up to a piece] This one, for example. One of my favorite pieces.
    Matt: Describe it to me.
    Vanessa: Imagine a sea of tonal reds. The color of anger... of rage... but also the color of the heart... of love... hope. This strikes the perfect balance between the two.
    Matt: I don't know, it sounds aggressive.
    Vanessa: All depends on your point of view.

### Nelson v. Murdock [1.10]

    Foggy: Okay, so you get these whatever-you-call-thems when you're a kid. How do you go from that to what you're doing now?
    Matt: When I was a kid, before the accident…I'd lay awake at night listening to the sirens. I liked to put stories to them. Trying to figure out what they were for, ambulance or cops, robbery or fire. I don't know, just a stupid game. But after I lost my sight, after my abilities developed, I realized how many sirens there actually were…how much this city suffered every single night.
    Foggy: You've been running around doing this since you were a kid?
    Matt: No. I…I tried not to fight…to make my dad proud. To…to block it out. The sirens, the pain, the fear, all strangling Hell's Kitchen. For years, I buried my head and turned away. Then one night, right after we quit Landman & Zack…I heard it.
    Foggy: Heard what?
    Matt: A little girl. Crying in her bed, in a building down the block. Her father liked to go to her room late at night…when his wife was asleep.
    Foggy: [horrified] Oh, Jesus.
    Matt: I called Child Services. Like you're supposed to. But the mom, she wouldn't believe it. Said it wasn't true. And the dad, he was smart. [scoffs] He made sure what he did, how he did it, didn't leave a mark. The law couldn't do anything to help that little girl. But I could. [Matt is shown beating said father senseless] He spent the next month in a hospital, eating through a straw. And I never slept better.
    Foggy: We are both one day gonna be fine, upstanding members of the legal profession. El grande…how do you say "lawyers" in Spanish?
    Matt: Lawyers? Abogados.
    Foggy: El grande avocados!
    Matt: [laughs] That's not Spanish, that's fruit.
    Foggy: Pfft. It's a vegetable at best.
    Gao: There is conflict within you.
    Fisk: Conflict?
    Gao: Man cannot be both savior and oppressor, light and shadow. One has to be sacrificed for the other. Choose and choose wisely. Or others shall choose for you.
    Foggy: You're going to get yourself killed, you keep this up. You know that, right?
    Matt: I can take care of myself.
    Foggy: What about the rest of us? Me, Karen…we're a part of this now, because of you. And we didn't get a say in that.
    Matt: What do you think's gonna happen if I give up now, Foggy? Who's going to stop Fisk?
    Foggy: Oh, I don't know. The law?
    Matt: Tell that to Elena. [pause] If you could have put on a mask and prevented what happened to her…you telling me you wouldn't have?
    Foggy: It's not fair, Matt.
    Matt: We don't live in a world that's fair. We live in this one.
    [Owlsley talks with Fisk about Nobu's fight with the man in the mask]
    Owlsley: You burned him alive? Christ.
    Fisk: I never laid a hand on Nobu.
    Owlsley: So, you maneuvered that masked idiot to take him out. Same result.
    Fisk: I need you to speak with Gao.
    Owlsley: Me? The hell am I gonna say to her?
    Fisk: Reassure her everything is fine.
    Owlsley: So, you want me to lie.
    Wesley: Mmm, you weren't particularly fond of Nobu. You thought he was unsettling, if I recall.
    Owlsley: I think you're unsettling half the time. See me lighting a match?

### The Path of the Righteous [1.11]

    Karen: You think someone's trying to kill Fisk?
    Ben: I've been writing about crime in this city since before you were born. The only thing I know without a doubt is you don't get to be the man at the top without making enemies looking to tear you down to the ground.
    Lantom: I have a pretty good idea who you are and what you do. How you do it… That's something else entirely.
    Matt: Accident when I was a kid. Used to think it was God's will.
    Lantom: Used to?
    Matt: Yeah, He made each and every one of us with a purpose, didn't He? A reason for being.
    Lantom: I believe so, yes.
    Matt: Then why did He put the Devil in me? Why do I feel it in my heart and my soul clawing to be let out if that's not all part of God's plan?
    Lantom: Maybe you're being called to summon the better angels of your nature. Maybe that's the struggle you're feeling deep within you.
    Matt: And how do you know the angels and the Devil inside me aren't the same thing?
    Lantom: I don't, but nothing drives people to the church faster than the thought of the Devil snapping at their heels. Maybe that was God's plan all along. Why He created him, allowed him to fall from grace to become a symbol to be feared warning to us all, to tread the path of the righteous.
    Karen: Isn't it a bit early for beer?
    Matt: Depends what kind of day you're having.
    Wesley: Reach out to Gao.
    Owlsley: Me? What if she's the one who did all this?
    Wesley: Well, you said you didn't think it was her.
    Owlsley: What the hell do I know? I was almost poisoned. I'm not thinking straight.
    Wesley: Speak with Gao... if she wasn't involved, we might need her support against further unpleasantries.
    Owlsley: And if she was involved?
    Wesley: Then it's been an honor doing business with you.
    Fisk: I don't know how to pray. My father was not a religious man. My mother wanted to be -- I think, needed to be -- but she never quite found it within herself. I'd seen it in movies, watched it on television. I read it in books when I was a child. After I was sent away, I tried to mimic the words. The sentiment. But it was false. It was an imitation of faith. No... I can't pray for you. All I can do is make you a promise. One that not even God, if there is such a thing, can prevent me from keeping. The people that did this to you... They will suffer, Vanessa.
    Wesley: Do you love this city?
    Karen: I, I, um, haven't been here long enough.
    Wesley: Huh. I find a few days, a week at most, is ample time to form an emotional response. Growing to love something is really simply forgetting slowly what you dislike about it. I'll be perfectly honest, the situation calls for it, I do not love this city. The crush of the unwashed garbage stacked on the sidewalk, the air that seems to adhere to your skin, the layer of filth you can never completely wash away.
    Karen: Maybe you should move.
    [after Wesley leaves his gun on the table, Karen summons up enough strength to grab it and point it at him]
    Wesley: [bluffing] Do you really think I would put a loaded gun on the table where you could reach it?
    Karen: I don't know. [cocks it] Do you really think this is the first time I've shot someone?
    Wesley: Miss Page—
    [Karen calls Wesley's bluff and shoots him in the right shoulder; he stares at her in shock, and she puts six more rounds into his chest, killing him]

### The Ones We Leave Behind [1.12]

    Fisk: It's a difficult thing, isn't it? Taking a life. Feeling the weight and responsibility of all the years the person you've murdered has lived—moments that they've cherished, the dreams that they've struggled towards—gone, because of you. I want you to know something. Something important that I've learned: that it gets easier the more you do it.
    Matt: Did something happen?
    Karen: Yes. The world fell apart. Didn't you notice?
    Ben: Run the article. It'll sell papers, it's sexy.
    Mitchell Ellison: You sound like a whore.
    Ben: Well, I learned how to be one from you. I get lucky sometimes, sure. Land a story that makes a difference, like Union Allied. But most of the time, now, working for this paper... I might as well be wearing lipstick and a red dress.
    Owlsley: So, what's our play here?
    Gao: The wheel constantly turns. We must adapt to its position, or be crushed beneath it.
    Owlsley: What? Where the hell are you going?
    Gao: I will visit my homeland and reflect upon the future.
    Owlsley: Home? China?
    Gao: It is a considerable distance farther.
    Owlsley: Wind blows the hardest the closer you get to the mountain top.
    Doris: [to Ben] You never needed that man. You never needed that paper. You only ever needed a story. Go tell it.
    [Fisk has broken into Ben's apartment]
    Ben: People seek the truth no matter where they find it.
    Fisk: That may have been the case when you and I were young. This world around us is preoccupied with celebrity weddings and videos of cats. But complicated issues, issues that matter? They take too much focus. They take too much time away from texting and the thousand channels on the satellite dish.
    Ben: Guess I have more faith in humanity.
    Fisk: Ah. So did Christ, if I recall. I'll go. Just one more thing: Were you alone when you spoke to my mother?
    Ben: [realizing] Your guy at the Bulletin?
    Fisk: Yes, I received a call that was upsetting. Were you alone?
    Ben: Yeah. I was alone.
    Fisk: Wesley, was that you?
    Ben: Wesley?
    Fisk: Yes, I didn't think so. You're a man of principle, of conviction. I understand that, I even admire it. But you went after my mother. That's not something that I can forgive.
    Ben: I wrote a lot of stories in my years pushing ink. You know how many times people have threatened me get me to keep my mouth shut?
    Fisk: [seething with rage] But this is my mother that you brought into this, Mr. Urich. My mother! So I am not here to threaten you. I'm here to KILL you! [Fisk stands up and grabs Urich by the neck. Urich struggles. Fisk throws him to the ground and chokes him to death with his bare hands]

### Daredevil [1.13]

    [at Ben's funeral]
    Lantom: How you holding up?
    Matt: Like a good Catholic boy.
    Lantom: That bad, huh?
    Owlsley: I've spent my entire life hiding assets overseas for pricks like you. My son and I will be just another transaction, disappearing into the tax-exempt ether. But I'm the fair sort. That's why I'm only taking half your money. You go your way, I go mine. Not what I'd call "win-win", but it's as close as we're gonna get with this. So. We on the same page?
    Fisk: I, uh... No. I don't think we are!
    Matt: I thought "Nelson and Murdock" were over...
    Foggy: There's nothing I want more than to find a way back to where we were, but... I don't know if we can.
    Matt: No, we can't. But maybe we can find a way to move forward, Foggy.
    Fisk: I was thinking about a story from the Bible.
    FBI Guard 1: Did I tell you to open your mouth?
    FBI Guard 2: Let 'im talk. Don't mean nothin'.
    Fisk: I'm not a religious man, but I've read bits and pieces over the years. Curiosity more than faith. But this one story… There was a man, he was traveling from Jerusalem to Jericho when he was set upon by men of ill intent. They stripped the traveler of his clothes, they beat him, and they left him bleeding in the dirt. And a priest happened by, saw the traveler, but he moved to the other side of the road and continued on. And a Levite, a religious functionary, he came to the place, saw the dying traveler, but he, too, moved to the other side of the road, passed him by. But then came a man from Samaria, a Samaritan, a good man. He saw the traveler bleeding in the road and he stopped to aid him without thinking of the circumstance or the difficulty it might bring him. The Samaritan tended to the traveler's wounds, applying oil and wine, and he carried him to an inn, gave him all the money he had for the owner to take care of the traveler, as the Samaritan, he continued on his journey. He did this simply because the traveler was his neighbor. He loved his city and all the people in it. I always thought that I was the Samaritan in that story. It's funny, isn't it? How even the best of men can be deceived by their true nature.
    FBI Agent 1: What the hell does that mean?
    Fisk: It means that I'm not the Samaritan, that I'm not the priest or the Levite…that I am the ill intent who set upon the traveler on a road that he should not have been on!
    Sgt. Brett Mahoney: The way things are going around here, I'm thinking about taking an early pension. Move my mom somewhere warm.
    Matt: Be a shame. The only cop on the force we know for sure is honest.
    Mahoney: Never see Serpico? Honest cops are usually the ones get shot in the face.
    Fisk: I wanted to make this city... something better than it is. Something beautiful. YOU TOOK THAT AWAY FROM ME! YOU TOOK EVERYTHING! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!
    Daredevil: Take your shot.
    Fisk: [as he thrashes Daredevil] This city doesn't deserve a better tomorrow! It deserves to drown in its filth! It deserves people like my father! People like you!
    Daredevil: [suddenly blocking his attack] This is my city! My family!
    Fisk: [defeated; laughs at Daredevil] You really think... this will change anything? You think one man in a silly little costume will make a difference…? [Daredevil knocks him down]

## Season 2
### Bang [2.01]

    Foggy: You ever wake up in the morning... from the second you get out of bed, it's like... every molecule in your body hurts?
    Matt: No, never.
    Foggy: I'm in agony, dude.
    Matt: What, did you go back to the gym?
    Foggy: Hell, no! Do I look capable of making healthy life choices? I went out, Matthew. Went out dancing.
    Matt: I'm choosing not to believe that.
    Foggy: And yet, it's true.
    Foggy: You know what my problem is?
    Matt: Well, it ain't the moves.
    Foggy: You know I got the moves. That's the tragedy of you being blind, you've never seen me dance.
    Matt: Yeah, but I can cite the legends I heard in law school.
    Karen: Well, uh, Mr. Marino's dog was viciously beaten by his neighbor after the dog, um... defiled the neighbor's statue of Saint Francis.
    Matt: "Defiled"?
    Karen Page: Um... humped repeatedly until completion.
    Foggy: That's a dog I want to defend.
    Foggy: You can't drink the water here. Josie's pipes have issues.
    Matt: Rust, mold.
    Foggy: I think I can actually see the bacteria floating in there.
    Karen: Oh, ew, ew.
    Matt: See, that... that's why we, uh, keep our cocktails neat.
    Foggy: Pretend you're abroad. On vacation someplace exotic, but no mojitos. Josie just throws mint in the beer.
    [Matt seems to have Castle cornered]
    Frank Castle: [pulls a pistol] Bang. [shoots Daredevil in the head]

### Dogs to a Gunfight [2.02]

    Matt: Hey, Foggy, can I get some aspirin?
    Foggy: You sure you don't want an x-ray? Maybe a psych eval?
    Matt: An aspirin's fine, buddy.
    Blake Tower: It's an ongoing investigation. But our intelligence people are close to completing a profile.
    Foggy: A profile?
    Blake: Even got a code name.
    Foggy: Like what? "Killdozer," or "Dumbass With A Gun"?
    Blake: Not quite. They're calling this one "The Punisher".
    [Castle walks into a pawn shop. He approaches the owner, who nervously grabs the handle of the double barreled gun under his desk]
    Pawn Shop Owner: Do I know you?
    Castle: I need an NYPD mobile communications rig. One that gets encrypted tactical frequencies.
    Pawn Shop Owner: [scoffs] What do I look like, RadioShack? Anyway, dealing in this shit is illegal. [Castle puts a couple $100 bills down on the counter] You sure you're not a cop? 'Cause that's trouble I don't need. [Castle moves to pick up his money] Whoa, whoa, whoa! I gotta ask, right? Just hold on. [The owner unlocks a cabinet in the back and removes a heavy satchel containing a communications rig] Yep. Straight out of Officer McDipshit's dashboard. Gets you tactical bands, surveillance feeds. Hell, it'll probably pick up the mayor banging his boyfriend. [Castle scoffs] It's a grand. We're talking about a one-of-a-kind item. [Castle counts out a few more $100s and plants them on the counter. Castle notices the surveillance camera watching the counter]
    Castle: Video tape.
    Pawn Shop Owner: Sure. What the hell. [He removes the tape from the system]
    Castle: What about the double-barrel under the counter? [Castle deposits a few more $100s. The owner takes out his double-barrel and empties the shells. Castle pockets the shells, then picks up the communications rig and begins walking towards the door]
    Pawn Shop Owner: [clears throat] Hey, man, hold on. Sure I can't get you anything else? You know, I got it all, man. Yeah, bondage... back-door, grannies. Or maybe you're in the market for something younger? She's barely 12. Guaranteed! [Castle stops and drops his satchel] Haha, you like that, huh? For a 100$, she's all yours. [Castle flips the sign in the door from "Open" to "Closed", then turns around and begins walking back towards the counter] That's my man. [As he strides towards the counter, Castle picks up a baseball bat] What the hell are you doin'? Hey, man, just take it easy. [stammering] I'm just trying to make a buck! [Castle swings the bat at the owner's head]
    [Karen and Foggy are at the office]
    Foggy: Anything else we've been ignoring?
    Karen: Uh, yeah. Um... There you go. [hands Foggy a bunch of envelopes]
    Foggy: Thank you. [flips through the mail] "Overdue." "Past Due." "Final Notice." Hey! "First Notice." That's a win.
    Matt: You think, uh you think he's crazy? Uh, the Punisher?
    Karen: No. I think he was inevitable.
    Matt: Inevitable? How so?
    Karen: Maybe maybe we created him. All of us. The moment that we let Daredevil, or the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, or whatever it is...
    Matt: There's there's no connection.
    Karen: Well, actually, I think it's a pretty straight line, Matt. Daredevil practiced vigilante justice in our backyard and we applauded him for it. I know that I did. And we never stopped to think that maybe his actions could open the door for men like this. Men men with guns. Men who think that the law belongs to them.
    Matt: There's a difference.
    Karen: Well, I don't see it. Not anymore.

### New York's Finest [2.03]

    Daredevil: I'm just saying, I know it can be hard.
    Castle: Do you? You know it can be hard? You run around this city in a pair of little boy's pajamas and a mask. You go home at night, right? Take that mask off, maybe you think…it wasn't you who did those things, maybe it was somebody else. Well, see, soldiers... we don't wear masks, yeah? We don't get that privilege.
    Claire: You know, you're good with people.
    Foggy: Yeah, I'm a real charmer.
    Claire: I'm serious. The only thing I ever saw stop a thug mid-fight... was a bigger thug.
    Foggy: Yeah, I like to keep it thuggish.
    Castle: I'm not a bad guy, Red.
    Daredevil: You wanna explain that to the orphans and the widows of the men you killed?
    Castle: Oh, for Christ's sake, that's what you think? I'm just some crazy asshole going around, unloading on whoever I want to, huh?
    Daredevil: Yeah, that's exactly what I think!
    Castle: That it?
    Daredevil: You think you're anything else?
    Castle: I think that the people I kill need killing, that's what I think.
    Daredevil: You left men hanging from meat hooks!
    Castle: They got off easy, in my opinion.
    Daredevil: You shot up a hospital!
    Castle: Yeah, and nobody got hurt who didn't deserve it.
    Daredevil: Oh, yeah. What--what about you, Frank? What happens the day someone decides you deserve it?
    Castle: I'll tell you what, they better not miss.
    Daredevil: You run around this city like it's your damn shooting gallery. You think you can--
    Castle: Yeah, and what do you do? What do you do?! You act like it's a playground, you beat up the bullies with your fists, you throw 'em in jail, everybody calls you a hero, right? And then a month, a week, a day later, they're back on the streets doing the same Goddamn thing!
    Daredevil: Yeah. So-- So you just put 'em in the morgue!
    Castle: You're goddamn right I do.
    Daredevil: You ever doubt yourself, Frank?
    Castle: Not even for a second.
    Daredevil: Really? Really, you never think for one second, "Shit, I just killed a human being!"
    Castle: That's being pretty generous.
    Daredevil: A human being who did a lot of stupid shit, maybe even evil, but had one small piece of goodness in him. Maybe just a scrap, Frank, but something! And then you come along and that one tiny flicker of light gets snuffed out forever...
    Castle: I think you're wrong.
    Daredevil: Which part?
    Castle: All of it. I think there's no good in the filth that I put down, that's what I think.
    Daredevil: And how do you know?
    Castle: I just know. Look around, Red. This city, it stinks. It's a sewer. It stinks and it smells like shit and I can't get the stink out of my nose. I think that this world, it needs men that are willing to make the hard call, that's what I think. I think you and me are the same!
    Daredevil: That's bullshit, Frank, and you know it!
    Castle: Only I do the one thing that you can't. You hit them and they get back up, I hit them and they stay down. It's permanent. I make sure that they don't make it out on the street again. I take pride in that.
    Daredevil: Let me ask you this.
    Castle: What's that?
    Daredevil: What about hope?
    Castle: Oh, fuck.
    Daredevil: C'mon, Frank.
    Castle: You wanna talk about Santa Claus, you wanna talk about Santa Claus?!
    Daredevil: I live in the real world too, and I've seen it.
    Castle: Yeah? What have you seen.
    Daredevil: Redemption, Frank.
    Castle: Ah, Jesus Christ...
    Daredevil: It's real and it's possible. The people you murder deserve another chance.
    Castle: What, to kill again? Rape again? Is that what you want?
    Daredevil: No, Frank. To try again, Frank. To try. And if you don't get that, there's something broken in you, you can't fix, and you really are a nutjob.
    Castle: What did you say?
    Daredevil: You're... you're unhinged... Frank. You are. You think God made you a one-man firing squad. But you're wrong. There is goodness in people, even in you. And you're gonna have to kill me, 'cause I'm never gonna stop coming for you, until I take you down. You wanna know why?
    Castle: Why's that?
    Daredevil: Because you're insane.

### Penny and Dime [2.04]

    Finn Cooley: The Irish may not have invented revenge, but we sure as hell took some time perfecting it.
    Castle: I gotta say, sometimes... sometimes I think you really just might be the Devil.
    Daredevil: Sometimes I think I might be, too.
    Castle: It's... One Batch, Two Batch, Penny and Dime, you know? It was her favorite book. You gotta cross the ocean, and go fight. You see, whole time you're thinking you're gonna be scared, right? But then you're not. See, that part of it was always easy for me. Killing. Even watching my buddies die, it just didn't mean nothing. The first time I got scared was on a plane on the way home. I kept thinking God was gonna pull the rug out from under us, you know? Shit, that's his kind of funny, you know. But the plane landed safe and we were home. Driving through traffic. Yeah, you pass fast food and donut shops and all that greasy shit, the shit you fought to protect, and then the car stops. We were outside her school. I get to her classroom, right? She's in there, but she's got no idea. She's got no idea Daddy's home. I walk in, these kids, they're not even studying, they're-they're doing some kind of yoga. Yeah. You know? She's there. She's doing her poses, you know, she's bending and, you know, she's moving. She looks like a flower. Yeah. And you know, you can't even understand it, you know, how does something like that have... How does something that beautiful have... How does that... how does that come from me, you know? And she looks up and she sees me. I see her. By God, that's real. That's real, Red. Boom. In an instant, she's across that classroom floor, she's in my arms. She's squeezing me so tight, I swear I was gonna bust a rib, you know? We just stayed there like that, we're holding each other. Teacher's filming the whole thing on her phone, you know, she's gonna put it on YouTube or some shit. She can't hold the thing steady, because, you know, she's... she's bawling so hard, and the kids are all wailing, you know, they're screaming. And me? Shit, I'm the worst of all. I'm a... I'm a rubber-faced clown, you know? I cried so hard. But not my baby. Not my girl. You know, she's my girl. She's... she's not crying, she's holding me up. My girl, she's keeping me on my feet. She says, "I knew it, Daddy. I knew it." And then we go home. To the wife, the boy. Place is the exact same, it's like it was just holding its breath waiting for me to get back, you know? Then it hit me. All of it, you know? The first time I felt how tired I was, you know, I was just tired, you know? You ever been tired, Red?
    Daredevil: Yeah.
    Castle: So, you know. It's just, I couldn't do nothing, you know? All the things. I couldn't take my wife to bed. Ball with the boy. Shit... I was too tired, I couldn't even drink a goddamn beer, you know? But not her. My girl was up. See, she wanted to, uh, she wanted me to tuck her in. She... she outgrew it, she knew it, but she didn't care. She wanted it. She had that book. Her favorite book was out on the pillows. One Batch, Two Batch, Penny and Dime, you know? I read her that book every night before this shit. I read it every single night, but, see, that was over now, because Daddy's home now. She looked at me and she begged me, Red. She begged. She begged. I said, "No. Daddy's too tired, see. But I'll... I'll read to you tomorrow night. I promise." Yeah. Never think that for her there was not gonna be any tomorrow, see? The last time I'd see her, I'd be holding her lifeless body in my arms. Meat was spilling out of her, Red. The place where her face used to be. I think I'm done, Red. I think I'm done.
    Castle: I guess, uh... I guess I was wrong.
    Daredevil: About?
    Castle: About you being a pussy.
    Daredevil: Don't get all sweet on me now, Frank.
    Foggy: Careful, Matt.
    Matt: What's that?
    Foggy: Keep going like this, you just might end up happy. And for a Catholic boy, that's a pretty dangerous thing.

### Kinbaku [2.05]

    [Foggy has swiped some caviar while he and Matt crash a party]
    Foggy: Are you gonna kick us out, bro?
    Waiter: Depends. Are you pompous jackasses?
    Matt: Uh, well, we're not... pompous.
    Elektra Natchios: A long time ago, before he died, my father did business with the Roxxon Corporation.
    Matt: Roxxon?
    Elektra: Energy, cleaning supplies, macaroni and cheese. Child labor, slave trade. They have their fingers in everything. I believe it's called diversification.
    Elektra: You're the only person I can trust.
    Matt: Well, sweetheart, you don't break into my house and then talk to me about trust.
    [Blake pays a visit to Nelson & Murdock]
    Foggy: You know it's really not a good idea to piss her off. So, what can I do for the Assistant District Attorney?
    Blake: It's more, "what I can do for you", Mr. Nelson. We need all your files on the Grote case. Notes, interviews, any and all recordings and e-mails.
    Foggy: And in return, we get...
    Blake: I convince District Attorney Reyes to scratch the names of Nelson and Murdock off her shit-list.
    Foggy: Wow. There's an actual list?
    Blake: Mr. Nelson, I-
    Foggy: I'm sorry. Believe me, the sooner this Punisher mess is off our plate, the better. So show me a subpoena and... [Blake appears to be somewhat nervous] Is there a problem?
    Blake: [takes a seat] Are you really gonna make me jump through hoops for this?
    Foggy: Trust me, there's nothing I'd rather do more than cooperate with your office. But a legal firm sharing privileged communications with a client, I mean, even a deceased one, without a court order? I've seen lawyers get disbarred for less. And I don't know about you, but I worked really hard for my law degree. Nights and everything.
    Blake: Reyes... she staked all her political chips on the conviction of this Punisher freak. Now, if things'll go her way, there'll be an opening in the District Attorney's office in the not-so-distant future.
    Foggy: And DA Tower has a nice ring to it.
    Blake: Now, I'd start considering the benefits that could accrue if your firm were more... cooperative.
    Foggy: Like I said. Show me a subpoena, and I'll cooperate like a son of a bitch.
    Blake: Reyes is gonna roll over you like a tank.
    Foggy: You keep saying that. And yet... still kinda here.
    Matt: I don't drink anything they don't serve at Josie's.
    Karen: Yeah, well, I don't see swill on the menu.

### Regrets Only [2.06]

    Matt: I wanna know how you found me.
    Elektra: I know who you are because I watch the news. "The successful apprehension of Wilson Fisk."
    Matt: I wear a mask.
    Elektra: Well, you can't mask that ass. I'd know it anywhere.
    Elektra: I have a rule of my own.
    Matt: Shoot.
    Elektra: No sex.
    Matt: Oh, my God. You have a pair on you. This may come as a surprise to you, but I've actually moved on in the ten years since you left. I'm seeing someone now, which is only part of the reason why I have zero interest in ever starting anything up with you ever again.
    Elektra: Of course you do. Check, please.
    Matt: You're still so arrogant.
    Elektra: Just realistic.
    Matt: What makes you think every man you meet wants to sleep with you?
    Elektra: Because so far, they have.
    Karen: Is this your first case?
    Christopher Roth: Second. I won my first. Domestic violence. I believe in protecting women.
    Karen: [sarcastically] Thanks, from all of us.
    Foggy: Is this about saving a man or saving a vigilante?
    Matt: He's a person. Like you, Foggy. Like me. And he shouldn't have to die.
    Matt: After last night, the Yakuza know they've been compromised, which means security's gonna be tight.
    Elektra: There was a time when you trusted me.
    Matt: When was that?

### Semper Fidelis [2.07]

    Foggy: Mr. Castle is as much a victim... no, he's not. Okay, so... you're 19... standing in hot sand... sun burning down... noise... yelling, gunfire... The only thing that you know for sure is that you're surrounded by an enemy that wants you dead. But you do it. You endure it. Why? Because you have orders. And you have a duty. And also because your life doesn't end here. You have people you love waiting at home. Because... aside from being a decorated Marine, the man before you is a good husband and an excellent father. Frank Castle returned from the hell of war wanting nothing more than to pick up his life. But his wife, young son, and daughter were brutally murdered by criminals, and no one, not the police and certainly not the District Attorney stepped up to make it right. See, Frank Castle never came home. He just traded in one war zone for another. This trial isn't about vigilantes. It's about the failure of the justice system. And how one man, Frank Castle, is being used as a pawn to cover up that system's mistakes. The prosecution wants blood. But as the judge just said, to get it, they have to prove their case beyond a reasonable doubt. So all I'm asking of you today... keep an open mind. That's all, Your Honor.
    Karen: Just for a minute... try... try to be Frank Castle. To be solely fueled by... by a single cluster of seconds. One moment in... in your entire life... And every time you close your eyes, you relive that moment. And every time you open them, you find only the... the briefest peace before you realize that that nightmare is real. That nothing has changed. Your family isn't coming back. And so you watch them die... all over again right in front of you. We're not talking about something that happened to Frank Castle, we're talking about something that is happening to him.
    Matt: Your Honor, New York hasn't seen a trial this divisive and this public in years.
    Foggy: Finding an impartial jury is not easy. Everybody has an opinion about Frank Castle.
    Judge Cynthia Batzer: It's New York, Mr. Nelson. Everybody has an opinion about everything.
    Elektra: What do you tell people? About? Where you got your scars?
    Matt: Um... Lucky me, I wear suits to work, so... rarely comes up.
    Elektra: What do you tell the women you bring home?
    Matt: Well, they're enjoying themselves too much.
    Elektra: I was only following your rules.
    Daredevil: What rules?
    Elektra: You don't get what you want by day. You take it by force at night. This is who you are, Matthew. And don't fool yourself into thinking it's anything else.

### Guilty as Sin [2.08]

    Castle: You know those, uh... those people? The ones I put down, the people I killed? I want you to know that I'd do it all again. This is a circus, all right? It's a charade, it's an act. It's bullshit about how crazy I am.
    Batzer: Language.
    Castle: I ain't crazy! I'm not crazy. Okay? I know what I did. I know who I am. And I do not need your help. I'm smack-dab in the middle of my right goddamn mind, and any scumbag, any... any lowlife, any maggot piece of shit that I put down, I did it... because I liked it!
    Batzer: Order.
    Castle: Hell, I loved it! I'm sittin' here, I'm... I'm just itching. I'm itching to do it again. And you think... What, you think you're gonna send me to a nuthouse? Some doctor, they're gonna get me to stop from doing what I want to do? Well, that ain't happening! Not on my watch! You people, you call me the Punisher, ain't that right? The big bad Punisher.
    Batzer: Bailiff!
    Castle: Well, here I am! You want it, you got it!
    Batzer: Remove the witness.
    Castle: I am the Punisher! I'm right here! You want it, I'll give it to you. And anybody who came here today to hear me whine, to hear me beg? Well, you can kiss my ass! Do you hear me? I'm guilty. Come on, please, Judge! I'm guilty, you hear me? I'm guilty! I'm guilty!
    Elektra: We live on the front lines. Like it or not.
    Matt: It doesn't mean we have to fight Stick's way. He kills his enemies, and we don't have to.
    Elektra: You make that choice sound so easy.
    Matt: No, it's not easy. It's impossible. But it's a choice and it's a choice that I remake every single day. Every second, sometimes. And you can, too.
    Stick: They found the secret.
    Matt: What secret?
    Stick: Immortality. Bringing the dead back to life.
    Matt: Come on, Stick.
    Stick: I thought you were a Catholic, Matty. Doesn't your whole belief system hinge on one guy pulling that off?
    Matt: All right, Frank. You don't want to tell us? I'll tell you. I'm gonna tell you exactly what kind of man you are. You're the kind of man this city needs. Because, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we all know this city needs help. Needs it now. Not tomorrow, not next week, not when the day comes, when the corruption that Wilson Fisk left in his wake is flushed out for good, and the police force is finally back on its feet. We need it now. 'Cause this city's been sick. And the cops, they can't fix it alone, they need... we all need men and women who are willing to take the fight themselves. The kind of people who risk their lives so that we can walk safe at night in our own neighborhoods. The ones our esteemed District Attorney here is trying so hard to destroy. New York needs these people. We need... heroes.
    Castle: You know those, uh... those people? The ones I put down, the people I killed? I want you to know that I'd do it all again. This is a circus, all right? It's a charade, it's an act. It's bullshit about how crazy I am - I ain't crazy! I'm not crazy, okay? I know what I did. I know who I am. And I do not need your help! I'm smack-dab in the middle of my right goddamn mind, and any scumbag, any... any lowlife, any maggot piece of shit that I put down, I did it because I liked it! Hell, I loved it! I'm sittin' here, I'm--I'm just itching. I'm-I'm-I'm itching to do it again! And you think... What, you think you're gonna send me to a nuthouse?! Some doctor, they're gonna get me to stop from doing what I want to do?! Well, that ain't happening! Not on my watch! You people, you call me the Punisher, ain't that right? The big bad Punisher! Well, here I am! You want it, you got it! I am the Punisher! I'm right here! You want it, I'll give it to you! And anybody who came here today to hear me whine, to hear me beg?! Well, you can kiss my ass! Do you hear me?! I'm guilty! Come on, please, Judge! I'm guilty, you hear me?! I'm guilty! I'm guilty! I'll kill every one of 'em! I'll kill every single one!
    Elektra: Why are you so good?
    Matt: I'm not.
    Elektra: Yes. There's a light inside you. I tried to snuff it out in college. I'm so lucky I failed.

### Seven Minutes in Heaven [2.09]

    Fisk: You have a gift, Mr. Castle. I assumed that the stories I read in the paper about your attacks on the criminal world were apocryphal. How could one man be capable of such... violence? But then I saw it, with my own two eyes. And when one comes across someone with such talent -- with such a gift, well... You don't let that go to waste.
    [Fisk has arranged for Castle to take out Dutton, the prison kingpin]
    Castle: The hell is this?
    Fisk: I'm in control now. And I've set you free.
    Castle: What does that mean, "free"? [stands up, panting] I'll show you.
    Fisk: 'Cause everyone warned me that prison would be an inhumane environment. It is. But I... I find it refreshing. The perfect microcosm of the animal world. When an animal wants something, when it needs something, other things... need to be stepped on.
    Castle: You want me on the outside so I can step on every piece of shit I see. That way, nobody gets strong, and we... the city's yours for the taking.
    Fisk: Something like that.
    Castle: Yeah. So if you can do that, if you can get me out, why not just do it yourself?
    Fisk: Because I play the long game, Mr. Castle. You see, when I'm finally let out of this cage, it won't be to wage war. It will be to win one. You, sir... You need to focus on "now". I've given you a chance to walk free, to put that gift of yours to work, to find... What does Dutton call him? The Blacksmith. If I were in your shoes... I would use this opportunity to find your justice, to kill your way to justice. And not for me. Of course not. Not for yourself. For your family. For them.
    Foggy: You don't get to create danger, and then protect us from that danger. That's not heroic. That's insane.
    Dutton: I just wanna make that clear... in case you get any ideas about stepping up.
    Fisk: I have no intentions of doing that.
    Dutton: Cut the shit, fat man. I've known guys like you my whole life. I killed most of 'em. You ain't never seen a throne you didn't wanna sit in.
    Fisk: That's difficult to admit, but... you have a gift, Mr. Castle. I assumed that the stories that I read in the paper about your attacks on the criminal world were apocryphal. How could one man be capable of such... violence? But then I saw it... with my own two eyes. And when one comes across someone with such talent... with such a gift... well... you don't let that go to waste. No. No, you don't.
    [Fisk visits Dutton in the prison infirmary after Castle's attack]
    Fisk: The physician says that your condition is grave, that your lungs are filling with liquid. In a few hours, you're likely to suffocate in your own blood. But you won't suffer alone. I'll be here. Because you were right. In prison, there's only room for one kingpin.
    Daredevil: Wait... You're dead.
    Nobu: There is no such thing.

### The Man in the Box [2.10]

    Claire: Always the last place you look. But you knew I was coming, huh?
    Matt: I heard you. Three stories down.
    Claire: You do know that sounds creepy, right?
    Matt: Yeah, I've been told.
    Claire: I brought you coffee.
    Matt: No, thanks.
    Claire: Right. Forgot, you like to suffer. Well, the joke's on you... 'cause our vending machine coffee really sucks.
    Matt: I know where to start.
    Foggy: You always know where to start. You just never know when to stop, Matt.
    [Matt is interviewing Wilson Fisk in prison]
    Fisk: Sometimes I'm glad I'm in here. The fate of New York City is out of my hands, for once.
    Matt: [slams his hand on the table] That's bullshit!
    Fisk: I don't know what you expect from me. But we're finished here. Mr. Donovan? [Donovan clicks off the tape recorder]
    Matt: Vanessa. [This gets Fisk's attention] You asked me if I remembered the art gallery. I do. I remember her very well. She's out of the country; she....wants to come back.
    Fisk: [to Donovan] Leave us. [Donovan steps out]
    Matt: So listen to me very closely: I will use every legal loophole and footnote to make certain that never happens. You see, unlike your other adversaries, Mr. Fisk, I can break you without breaking a single law. You may have expensive lawyers, but with one envelope and $6 postage, I can make sure Vanessa never sets foot on American soil again. One letter to the right office, and I get her visa pulled. I can prove she was an accomplice to every one of your crimes. And now you're thinking you can serve your sentence, hop on a jet, go to her whenever you like. Live somewhere like Monaco, or…I don't know, wherever the hell you fat cats go to sun yourselves. But you can't. You can visit her, but you'll never live with her. Because this is New York, Wilson. You live here. This is your jungle. This is your blood, like it is mine. She will never come... and you'll never leave. You screw with me now, just a little bit…and you'll never really be with your one and only Vanessa ever again.
    [Fisk snaps, breaks his handcuffs, lunges over the table, and pounds Matt's head repeatedly against the table]
    Fisk: SPEAK HER NAME AGAIN! GO AHEAD! [Matt punches him, and Fisk slams him into the table again] Yes, the son of a boxer!
    Matt: You... You are running this place! Yeah, you did set him free...
    Fisk: You ask such small questions, Mr. Murdock.
    Matt: I know you're regaining power in here-
    Fisk: Yes, ask my lawyer. He'll deny it. Ask the guards, they'll deny it! Ask the inmates here. They'll cut their tongues out before they talk! But I have something to say to you: When I finally get out of this cage, I will dismantle the lives of the two amateurs THAT PUT ME IN HERE!! You, Mr. Murdock, and Franklin Percy Nelson!
    Matt: No, I-- I put you here! Not Nelson! I did!
    Fisk: The two of you took the laurels. You'll both take the blame. I'll chop both the heads off that snake, and I'll spend more than $6 on postage to bring you down! You see, I've had a lot of time to reflect on my journey here, Mr. Murdock! My mistakes, everything I took for granted. While I try and sleep in this bleak place, the one thing that keeps me warm is the thought that I will look down upon this city, the city that birthed me, with the woman that I love, whom I love with everything that I am! If you're worried that Frank Castle will wreak havoc on Hell's Kitchen, [throws Matt back into his seat]...just wait.
    Jacques Duchamps: I know what you've done, and who you have killed. The list is long. The pilot in Buenos Aires, the lawyer in Berlin... and that very messy episode in Morocco. I'm still trying to understand how one woman can fit six bodies in the trunk of a Maserati.
    Elektra: Are you gonna try to kill me?
    Jacques: Something like that.
    Elektra: Well, you ought to know... it's rude to keep a girl waiting.
    Karen: You would never have pulled this patriarchal shit with Ben. I can take care of myself.
    Ellison: You're right. And I'll never make that mistake again. Not about someone I care about.

### .380 [2.11]

    Castle: Now you need to go in the back and get the waitress. You tell the cook and anyone else who's back there to find the biggest piece of stainless steel and you get under it. Go now.
    Karen: Wait a minute, wh-what's happening?
    Castle: The Buick. It drove around the block three times before it pulled up.
    Karen: Who are they?
    Castle: Just some guys who are about to walk into a diner for the last time.
    Karen: You-you wanted them here. You parked me outside like...bait.
    Castle: You need to go.
    Karen: You're such an asshole.
    Castle: Yeah. You got that right.
    Castle: Look, I might generally be considered out of my skull, so this might not mean much, but this could be the craziest, most batshit thing I've ever heard in my life. People that can hurt you, the ones that can really hurt you, are the ones that are close enough to do it. People that get inside you and... and... and tear you apart, and make you feel like you're never gonna recover. shit. I'd... I... I would chop my arm off right here, in this restaurant, just to feel that one more time for my wife. My old lady, she didn't just break my heart. She... She'd rip it out, she'd tear it apart, she'd step on that shit, feed it to a dog. I mean, she was ruthless. She brought the pain. But she'll never hurt me again. You see, I'll never feel that. You sit here and you're all confused about this thing, but you have it. You have everything. So, hold on to it. Use two hands and never let go. You got it?
    Daredevil: I can't let you start a war for the wrong reasons.
    Castle: Maybe a war is what I need. Maybe I need that. These people, they took my children from me! They killed my kids! Don't you get that?!
    Daredevil: We do right by them! Help me. Work with me to find the men who gave the order!
    Castle: And then what, Red? We gonna-- We gonna bring 'em in for justice, is that what we're gonna do? Your way's bullshit, Red, it doesn't work! I need 'em... I need 'em gone, it's gotta be permanent, it's gotta be finished!
    Daredevil: I-- I understand. You're right; my way isn't working. So maybe just this once... Maybe... Y'know... Your way's what it's gonna take.
    Castle: Wait, "just this once". No, no, no, Red, that's... that's not how it works. It's just... You cross over on my side of the line, you don't get to come back from that. Not ever.
    Claire: That candle that you're burning at both ends? Sooner or later, it's gonna fizzle out.
    Matt: I'm fine. Really.
    Claire: You know the problem with martyrs? The good ones end up dead.
    Gao: I see from the uniform you've taken the Devil's name to heart.
    Daredevil: Yeah, I had to... 'cause of people like you.
    Daredevil: Thanks, Madame Gao.
    Gao: But I fear that the path you've chosen... isn't going to be an easy one.
    Daredevil: Yeah, it never is.

### The Dark at the End of the Tunnel [2.12]

    Young Elektra: You said we're going to war.
    Stick: We are. And there'll be a time and place for you to turn yourself loose. But right now, the last thing you want is for everybody here to be scared shitless of you. Tame that fire... or they'll tame it for you.
    Elektra: You tried to have me killed.
    Stick: You got that right.
    Elektra: You want me to help you save the man who ordered my death?
    Daredevil: Yes.
    Elektra: You really do hate me.
    Nobu Yoshioka: It's painful, raising children. We spend our lives teaching them to be strong, to be independent. Not realizing that once we have achieved that... they are no longer in our control.
    Ellison: Look, look, Karen, Karen... I understand that this whole journalism thing is new to you, but a real journalist doesn't just up and quit.
    Karen: Well, that's not fair.
    Ellison: That's exactly fair! Stories don't disappear, they... they change. They become different stories.

### A Cold Day in Hell's Kitchen [2.13]

    Jeri Hogarth: Hopefully you'll find our starting salary competitive.
    Foggy: That's one way to describe it.
    Jeri: It gets better. How does Hogarth, Chow, Benowitz & Nelson sound?
    Foggy: Like a mouthful. I mean, a good mouthful.
    Matt: So, what if... What if... from now on, if... if we make it... wherever you run, I... I run with you?
    Elektra: You're not serious.
    Matt: I've never been more serious. This... Elektra, this is a part of me that I need. And you're the only one who gets it. Without this, I'm not alive. I'm not. Not really. And I know that now, thanks to you. I don't know what we are together, and if we have any chance in the future... But I... I do know that I'm free with you. Like with no one else.
    Elektra: You hide from yourself. You don't let anyone in.
    Matt: You. I let you in. Think about it. What if this isn't the end? What if it's just the beginning?
    Elektra: No... They'll find us.
    Matt: No, we'll keep moving. We'll change identities. We'll... we'll hide. They'll never catch us. What do you say?
    Elektra: Uh, I say... let's go to London. Yeah? Madrid. Tunisia. There are sexy places to hide.
    Matt: Hey, I've never been further north than 116th Street, so...
    Elektra: Because you love New York.
    Matt: And I'd give my life for it, but... there's one thing in this world that makes me feel more alive. And that's you.
    Elektra: I'm the Black Sky, Matthew.
    Matt: Yeah, and I'm the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
    Nobu: No one... escapes destiny. [to Elektra] You belong to us. [to Daredevil] And you... belong in the ground. [yells]
    Daredevil: You're done, Nobu. Your army will crumble. And you will leave my city alone.
    Nobu: Your city belongs to no one. And she... belongs to us!
    Stick: Was it worth it?
    Matt: What?
    Stick: Loving her.
    Matt: You taught me to cut all my ties to humanity... to other people. I had only a few moments with her... amidst all the... noise, chaos, and the violence. We were together only for moments. That was all. Orchids. She likes orchids. And, yeah, Stick... it was worth it.
    Stick: Matt, you are the toughest son of a bitch I have ever met. Let's go home.
    Karen: "What is it, to be a hero? Look in the mirror and you'll know." [sighs] [typing] "Look into your own eyes and tell me you are not heroic, that you have not endured, or suffered... or lost the things you care about most. And yet, here you are... a survivor of Hell's Kitchen... the hottest place anyone's ever known. A place where cowards don't last long. So... you must be a hero. We all are. Some more than others, but none of us alone. Some bloody their fists trying to keep the Kitchen safe. Others bloody the streets in the hope they can stop the tide, the crime, the cruelty... the disregard for human life all around them. But this is Hell's Kitchen. Angel or Devil, rich or poor, young or old, you live here. You didn't choose this town. It chose you. Because a hero isn't someone who lives above us, keeping us safe. A hero's not a God or an idea. A hero lives here on the street, among us, with us. Always here, but rarely recognized. Look in the mirror and see yourself for what you truly are. You're a New Yorker. You are a hero. This is your Hell's Kitchen. Welcome home.
    Karen: What am I doing here, Matt?
    Matt: I, uh, have something...
    Karen: No. I don't want...
    Matt: I have something that I need you to see. [Matt pulls the Daredevil mask out of the package as Karen looks at him, first in confusion and then in dawning realization and shock] I'm Daredevil.

## Season 3
### Resurrection [3.01]

    Maggie Grace: Angry, sarcastic... and stubborn. Maybe you don't have any friends.
    Matt: Someone once told me that warriors are meant to be alone. That caring for people would make me weak.
    Maggie: Sounds like he needed to get laid.
    Matt: [chuckles] Ha! That actually explains a lot. I mean he was right of course, I let people in, I paid the price. What is this?
    Maggie: Dug those out of storage. You're probably the last one to read them.
    Matt: My bible. Alright. I get the hint.
    Maggie: And I get the sense that things are complicated with you and the 'Guy upstairs'
    Matt: [laughs] No. Not at all. If anything I'd say where we finally stand with each other. [pauses] There's a man from the land of Uz.
    Maggie: Book of Job.
    Matt: The Book of Job. The story of God's perfect servant Job. He prayed everyday, falling to his knees on the ground, face in the dirt. Slaughtered 10 goats, one for each of his children, burned them at the altar in God's honour. All of God's soldiers, Job, he was the most loyal.
    Maggie: I know the story Matthew.
    Matt: Ah, well then you know what happens next. God murdered all ten of Job's children in cold blood. Scorched every inch of Job's land, lashed at his skin until it was covered in bloody welts. God rained shit and misery on the life of his most perfect servant and still... Job would not curse him. You know what I realised... Job was a pussy. You may say that was me Sister. I suffered willingly. I gave my, er, sweat and blood and skin, without complaint because I too believed that I was God's soldier. ... Well not anymore. I am what I do in the dark now, and bleed only for myself.
    [Maggie removes the cross from around her neck and puts it in Matt's hand. He feels it for a moment before chucking it onto the bed]
    Matt: You weren't listening.
    Maggie: I heard every spiteful word. You might hate God right now but the feeling is not mutual
    Matt: I don't hate Him. I've just seen His true face is all. And for the record, I had friends, I had a life. I-- care about people and I'm choosing to let them believe that I'm gone because I am. I'm not Job. [sniffs] And I know my truth now.
    Maggie: What 'truth'?
    Matt: Well that, in front of this God, I'd rather die as the devil than live as Matt Murdock.
    Fisk: Tell me, special agent Nadeem... Do you have anyone in your life who you love so much you would do anything to protect them?
    Nadeem: Are you threatening me?
    Fisk: I have made many mistakes. But I accept the debt I'm paying because of them. But what I will not accept that the woman I love should have to pay for them, too. I would do anything to protect her. Anything.
    Nadeem: I'm sorry, what is it you're saying?
    Fisk: I want to make a deal.

### Please [3.02]

    Neda: You. [gasps]
    Daredevil: Your father... he's in a coma.
    Neda: He's alive. Why did you help us?
    Daredevil: The men who did this are in police custody for another crime. You head down to the 15th Precinct right now, you can identify them.
    Neda: You caught them?
    Daredevil: You should go.
    Neda: Thank God for you.
    Daredevil: He didn't help you. I did.
    Fisk: I've spent much of my life alone. And for many years, I pretended that this was the source of my strength. I told myself I had free will. And in that time, I achieved a great deal. But I was not fulfilled. I was longing for a connection that I could imagine but I could not achieve. Searching and not finding. Until Vanessa. Until I discovered love. I thought I would explode with the sense of power and freedom that she brought me. That the world lay at my feet. But then that passed when I discovered the great lie at the heart of love. That what I took for true freedom was precisely the reverse. You can build a prison of stone and steel, but you merely present the prisoner with a challenge. Any truly determined man will find a way out. But love... Love is the perfect prison. Inescapable. So you see, Agent Nadeem... I am always in prison, wherever I go. And if these things help me protect Vanessa, then they are nothing to me. I will do whatever I must.

### No Good Deed [3.03]

    Foggy: Fisk had Ms. Cardenas killed. Maybe you don't give a damn, because she's dead and can't vote for you, but she was a good person. She cared about her community, was braver than both of us put together. Fisk WILL hurt more people like her. She didn't have a voice, because the people in power didn't care. You're supposed to be Ms. Cardenas' voice!
    Fisk: You can take him, grab his gun. come for me! I'm caged up, unarmed! But you won't. You can't kill me. You can't even kill yourself...
    Dex: I understand you're just trying to do your job, but respectfully? if I were wearing a mask, the press would be calling me a hero. Instead, I'm sitting here with you, trying to justify protecting myself.
    Psychiatrist: I'm not the enemy. I'm just trying to... Look, forget the psych bullshit for a minute. Just... tell me for real, how are you?
    Dex: It's hard. It's really hard.

### The Perfect Game [3.05]

    [In a flashback, Dex is working at suicide prevention hotline. He reads off a script as Fisk observes.]
    Dex: Tell me, Craig... Are you thinking about taking your own life right now? Okay. Do you have a plan?
    [Dex notices that no one is around him. He puts the script down.]
    Dex: What kind of gun do you have, Craig?
    [Fisk takes interest.]
    Dex: Yeah, I'm familiar with the M11. Did a couple years in the army, got real cozy with the M11. It's reliable. Let me ask you a question, Craig. This asshole stepdad of yours is giving you so much grief... Why take your own life? Why not...
    [Dex notices Julie watching and quickly hunches over the script.]
    Dex: Take a deep breath, Craig? We're gonna work through this together. I'm not going anywhere.

### The Devil You Know [3.06]

    Karen: I want you to tell me I'm a bad person.
    Foggy: I can't say that.
    Karen: Why not?
    Foggy: Because you're not.
    Karen: Then why are you looking at me like that?
    Foggy: Because my friend -- my amazing, kind, brilliant friend went through something terrible and I didn't know.
    Karen: When I got the gun, I could've called the cops, I could've run.
    Foggy: You were afraid for your life. It was self-defense!
    Karen: Seven times.
    Foggy: What?
    Karen: I shot him seven times. Because I wanted him dead.
    Foggy: Has Matt been a shitty friend lately? Without a doubt. But deep down, I think it's hurting him as much as it's hurting us.
    Karen: How do you figure?
    Foggy: Because he could've gone to any reporter, Karen, but he came to you. Maybe Matt's finally coming to his senses. But even if he isn't, the way he's been treating us lately has been on him. But us turning our backs would be on us. People have bailed on Matt his whole life, and I'm not gonna be one of 'em. You do what you want, but that's not the kind of friend I wanna be.
    Karen: [laughs] It's like you argue for a living!
    Dex: I don't know what strings you had to pull to get that waitress a job, but it was a waste of your time. Yeah, they train us in counterintel at Quantico. You really think I'm gonna fall for some bush-league honey trap? You got it in your head that she means something to me. But she doesn't. She doesn't mean shit to me. So what? You... You have me tailed for a few days, you think you know me? Think you got me dialed? You don't, all right? You don't know anything about me. Say something!
    Fisk: When I was a boy... I... beat my father's skull in with a hammer. I was twelve years old. Young for my age, in fact. Terribly inexperienced. I'd never been to a dance with a girl or... stayed up past midnight. Never been out of the city or even taken a subway on my own. Yet there I was. Twelve years old, standing over my father's body... watching him die by my hand. That feeling -- that moment... I sense it's something you're familiar with. You were taught to hide beneath many fictions. You fashioned yourself into something the world would tolerate. A soldier doing his patriotic duty, a sniper in the FBI... The watchful companion of a nice young woman.
    Dex: You destroyed what we had.
    Fisk: If it were honest and true, no one could've destroyed it!
    Dex: I should've let you die. [Fisk steps forward.] Stay back...
    Fisk: Julie never would've understood you. And society won't, either; it punishes people like you. Like us...
    Maggie: When someone in need tries to push you away... You have to find the strength to hold on tighter.
    Daredevil: Who are you?
    Dex: [dressed in a Daredevil suit] I'm Daredevil.
    Dex: Hello, Karen. It's nice to see you again.

### Upstairs/Downstairs [3.08]

    Karen: [to Fisk, referring to the murder of his father] A hammer, at that age... Is there any part of you that hasn't broken, I wonder?
    Karen: Okay... you want secrets? I can tell you a secret, Wilson. Is it okay if I call you that? I feel like we know each other well enough by now...
    Fisk: As you wish, Karen...
    Karen: Great. James Wesley... What was it like for you when he disappeared? Really, it's those first 24 hours that are the worst, aren't they? When you call and you call and you call, and there's just NO answer. It becomes an obsession. The calling. The never-ending loop of a ghost's voicemail in your ear. You worry. You wonder. You swear "God dammit, if he's still living I'm gonna kill him myself." Is that what it was like for you? Did you rage at him? 'Cause you thought he betrayed you? Because I wonder, what would be worse for you? His duplicity, or his death? He died quickly... if you were wondering. Didn't suffer much. You see, Wilson, Matt Murdock isn't the person you should be worried about. I killed Wesley. I shot him seven times... because the clip ran out. He deserved more.
    [As Matt punches a bag downstairs, Maggie prays upstairs:]
    Maggie: I don't know if I have the strength to get through this. He's so stubborn, full of fury and foolish pride. Please, watch over him? Keep him from making the same damn mistake that took you from us? Our son is too much like you, Jack.

### Revelations [3.09]

    Father Lantom: Growing up without your parents, Matthew, you don't grow to see them as people. You need to understand that... to understand her.
    Tammy Hatley: I'm not your boss anymore. Wilson Fisk is.
    Jack Murdock (Hallucination): You're too mad to think straight, and it's gonna get you killed. Mattie, c'mon. Your mother didn't only leave you, she left me too.
    Matt: You looking for sympathy? Because that's not happening.
    Jack: She left us because we're cursed. Because she knew we got the devil inside!
    Matt: So it's my fault.
    Jack: Would you be honest with yourself? You put on that mask because it lets you feel alright with who you really are. It lets you hurt people, it makes your feel like it's for something important, [overlapping with Fisk's Hallucination] something good, maybe even for God. But that ain't the truth...
    Fisk Hallucination: And we both know it. You and your father, cut from the same cloth. A corrupt boxer who takes as much satisfaction in inflicting pain as he does money for taking dives. And his son, who's trying to convince himself he's any better than his criminal father. You were born from nothing! You remain nothing!

### Karen [3.10]

    Lantom: Well, you have to realize, Karen, that whatever it is that you've done or haven't done, it can still be redeemed.
    Karen: Yeah, that's nice, but I'm not so sure that I believe that.
    Lantom: Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end.

### Reunion [3.11]

    Fisk: I know that most of you will find this difficult to accept. That's only because you've been manipulated. Poisoned into believing the news media's fake story, that I am evil. That I am a criminal! Quite the opposite is true. Because I challenged the system. Because I told the truth and I tried to make this city a better place, the people in power decided to tear me down. To tear me down with false allegations. They sent someone to frame me -- Daredevil! The killer who's now showing his true colors. Who's tried to murder people in newspaper offices and churches, attacking our sacred institutions. Believe me, Daredevil is our true public enemy!
    Nadeem: Listen to me very carefully: If we take Karen Page into custody, she'll be dead before she reaches HQ. [off his look] No, don't react. Just get her the hell away from us, we clear?
    Mahoney: Crystal.
    Falb: I know who you are, Mr. Fisk. You are a wolf, too. Men like you took away my family, took my ability to love... and almost took my life. You will take nothing more.
    Foggy: Step one, we work together. Step two, we come up with a plan. And step three, we execute that plan.
    Matt: That's genius. Come up with that by yourself?
    Foggy: So, I'm still working out the details.

### One Last Shot [3.12]

    Seema: Sami was curled up with me in a bathtub, waiting for men to come kill him. Do you know what I hoped for in that moment? That they'd kill him first, so he didn't have to watch me die. How do you fix that?
    Nadeem: Seems, Seems... I am so sorry. But I will make you and Sami safe. I promise you.
    Seema: I can't let what you say matter to me anymore, Rahul. Sami deserves at least one person in his life he can trust. And that's never going to be you.
    Matt: Are you ready for this? Testifying's not gonna be easy.
    Nadeem: I love my job. I love being the good guy. I wanna be on the right side of the line again.
    Matt: You didn't love it enough to stop Fisk.
    Nadeem: Fisk knows how to make people vulnerable. He got my sister-in-law's health insurance cancelled. He left my family with bills to pay, bills that I had to ta--
    Matt: So you take a loan, you sell your house, you figure it out.
    Nadeem: It wasn't that easy--
    Matt: You backed his play, Ray, you moved him into his hotel and you gave him his toys back.
    Nadeem: He was giving us information that saved lives--!
    Matt: Yeah, while he was taking lives. While he was taking over the city, you knew--
    Nadeem: Well, what the hell are you doing?! I thought you were my lawyer!
    Matt: I am your lawyer, Ray, but I can't do anything to help you if you don't answer this one simple question -- why didn't you blow the whistle when you watched your boss murder an agent?
    Nadeem: ...I don't know.
    Matt: Or when you watched Dex walk in that church? You didn't say a goddamn word when he murdered a priest.
    Nadeem: I don't know--
    Matt: THEN WHY ARE WE HERE?!
    Nadeem: BECAUSE I TOOK THE DAMN BAIT! Because I didn't want my son just to see me as an average federal employee...! I messed up. I destroyed my life. My family's life. And I would do anything to take it all back again.
    Matt: Good. You tell that to the DA, and I can help you.
    Vanessa: I think it's time we speak plainly. Speak honestly.
    Fisk: I'm always honest with you.
    Vanessa: When I first met you, I was fascinated by your strength. Your brutality so clear to me, even as you hid it from me. I wanted to observe everything you did. And as I did, I fell in love with you. But this? If this is all we have... it will leave me lonely, Wilson. As lonely as I was in Spain. When you stopped your man from speaking in front of me, I... I was reminded that I am not a part of your life. Not fully, and so not at all. And this... I don't want to admire your world. I want to live inside of it with you.
    Fisk: Vanessa... It's one thing to know my work. But it's another... to dirty your hands with it.
    Vanessa: My hands were never clean. If you truly want me... share your life with me! Fully.
    Nadeem: [recording a video] Hey, beautiful. It's me. I'm home. You remember our wedding vows? "I love you more than life itself". I still do. And Sami? Your name means "Elevated". And that's what you did for me. You made my life better in the most unexpected ways. Elevate your mom now.
    Nadeem: I hoped it'd be you.
    Dex: Hi, Ray. Come on inside. Let's talk.
    Nadeem: Come on, Dex. We both know you're a better liar than that. You want a private place to kill me.
    Dex: You're in a tough spot, Ray. I get that. It sounds hard. Really hard.
    Nadeem: When he's done with you, he'll bury you, too. You know that, right?
    Dex: I'm doing fine. And you would be, too, if you hadn't opened your mouth.
    Nadeem: It's not too late to turn things around, Dex. Fisk manipulated you, just like he did me and Tammy and everyone else. I can help you cut a deal with the DA. We can take him down, you and me. Two federal agents... like we were before.
    Dex: [scoffs] No, that's not gonna happen, Ray. I'm more than a fed now. I feel more myself than I have in my whole life. Fisk gave me that.
    Nadeem: As long as I'm alive, my family's at risk.
    Dex: [points the gun at Nadeem] Let's go, Ray.
    Nadeem: [last words] I'm not going anywhere with you, Dex. [sighs] Whatever you need to do... you do it here.
    [Nadeem attempts to shoot Dex with a gun but Dex shoots him first, Nadeem dies]
    Foggy: Matt, please--
    Matt: No. We tried it your way.

### A New Napkin [3.13]

    Fisk: I never knew that I could feel this way until the day that we met. I didn't think that I was capable, that there would be someone... that I would care for more than my own life. That her happiness would be more important than anything else. And then... the terrifying thought occurred to me that perhaps my feelings were a trick. The self-deception of a vain man. That the only reason why I love you is because of the way I see my reflection in your eyes. That thought, it fills me with dread. The fear that... That I don't deserve you. And that I am broken!
    Vanessa: Don't you understand we're all broken? The point is to find the person whose broken pieces fit with yours.
    Karen: It's, uh-- It's not murder if it's self-defense, right?
    Foggy: Technically, plotting to kill someone is the exact legal opposite of self-defense.
    Daredevil: I have a question: Did you enjoy the feeling you got when you killed those birdies?
    Dex: "Birdies"?
    Daredevil: The ones you killed with rocks. Bet it felt good at first, right? Then it's never the same after that. What do you think Doctor Mercer would say if she could see you now?
    Dex: Can you hang on a second? I need a tissue for all the tears I'm crying over my shitty childhood.
    Nadeem: [via video message recorded before death] If you're showing this to Sami, I need you to stop the video now. For everyone else... My name is Special Agent Ray Nadeem of the FBI, and under federal law, I swear that the testimony I'm about to give is the truth, whole truth and nothing but the truth... and should be considered my dying declaration. I'm guilty of a number of criminal acts, and I was in no way acting alone. Wilson Fisk coerced me and a number of fellow FBI agents into aiding and abetting a criminal conspiracy... to extort protection money from New York crime organizations. Agents Arinori, Johnson, Markham, Mockter, O'Connor and Ramsey all took part and continue to act as Fisk's operatives under the orders of our boss, Special Agent in Charge Tammy Hattley. There may be others. I can't be sure. But I personally witnessed SAC Hattley murder Agent Winn in her kitchen, using my handgun. And then witnessed Fisk's aide, Felix Manning, remove the body and use this crime and threat against my family to blackmail me into cooperating with Fisk. I'm not making any excuses, because I aided and abetted the worst crime of them all. I personally drove Special Agent Ben Poindexter to the Clinton Church... dressed in a fake Daredevil suit. I knew at this point that Poindexter was the killer who attacked the Bulletin, and I knew he was gonna do something horrible at the church. But I let it happen anyway. So I'm guilty of aiding and abetting the murder of Father Paul Lantom. I'm ashamed of what I've done. But that doesn't change the fact that I and everyone I just named are guilty as hell. Seems... you need to get this video to my attorneys. And don't try and run. Go to the FBI and pretend like you don't know anything about any of this. Tell them I'm a monster. [sobs] It's the only way that you and Sami can get through this. I'm sorry, baby. I will always love you. [kisses]
    Daredevil: Police are on their way up. You need to shut down the elevators.
    Shelby: Why?
    Daredevil: So nobody stops me.
    Fisk: I will never stop hunting Karen Page or Foggy Nelson. I will tell the world who you really are.
    Vanessa: Wilson.
    Fisk: Vanessa, please go! Please!
    Daredevil: [grunting] You... You... You want me to kill you.
    Fisk: No prison can keep me. You know that. COME ON, KILL ME!
    Daredevil: NO! God knows I want to, but you don't get to destroy who I am! You will go back to prison, and you will live the rest of your miserable life in a cage, knowing you'll never have Vanessa, that this city rejected you. It beat you. I BEAT YOU! [unmasks himself] You'll keep my secret, and you won't harm Karen Page or Foggy Nelson or anyone else. Because if you do, I will go after your wife. [Fisk snarls softly] And I will prove Vanessa ordered the murder of Agent Ray Nadeem, and like her husband, she'll spend the rest of her life in a cell. [masks himself]
    Fisk: [to Vanessa] I failed you. I failed you.
    Vanessa: No.
    Fisk: Everything that I tried to build for us... Vanessa... today was the happiest day of my life.
    Vanessa: [approaches Fisk] All I wanted was you. Please.
    Fisk: [to Daredevil] If I agree to your demands, then... you leave my wife alone! You leave Vanessa free!
    Daredevil: If you keep your word.
    Fisk: [shakes Daredevil's hand] Then, it's a deal.
    Matt: Last time we spoke, I confronted Father Lantom. I was angry. I'd change that if I could.
    Maggie: If God allowed that, there'd be no future. Just people endlessly rewriting the past.
    Matt: Yeah. I think he was trying to tell me that for a long time. His last words were, "Forgive us."
    Maggie: Do you think that's possible?
    Matt: He told me something, years ago, when this happened, that I never forgot. See, I was pretty angry at God and bitter towards his world. How could a loving God blind me? Why? Anyway, he told me... God's plan is like a beautiful tapestry. And the tragedy of being human is that we only get to see it from the back. With all the ragged threads and the muddy colors. And we only get a hint at the true beauty that would be revealed if we could see the whole pattern on the other side... as God does.
    Matt: Feels like half of Hell's Kitchen is here today to say goodbye to Father Paul Lantom. Seems fair. He certainly welcomed everyone here, Catholic or not. And he expected those of us who were to, uh, look for ways to do good in our community. Not even the kids got out of that requirement. I'm sure I'm not the only one who remembers his "suggestion" that we give some of our First Communion money to the poor box. And that was his way. To think of the community, and the, uh... and the individuals in it. To think in terms of, "What can I give?" He gave his life, right here in this church, protecting others. Standing up to a man who used fear as a tool to set neighbors against one another. If Father Lantom had an enemy, I would say it was fear. For me, personally, he spent many years trying to get me to face my own fears. To understand how they enslaved me, how they divided me from the people that I love. He counseled me to transcend my fears, to be brave enough to forgive... and see the possibilities of being a man without fear. That was his legacy. And now it's up to all of us to, uh, live up to it.

## Cast

* Charlie Cox - Matt Murdock/Daredevil
* Deborah Ann Woll - Karen Page
* Elden Henson - Foggy Nelson
* Toby Leonard Moore - James Wesley
* Bob Gunton - Leland Owlsley
* Ayelet Zurer - Vanessa Marianna
* Rosario Dawson - Claire Temple
* Vincent D'Onofrio - Wilson Fisk/Kingpin
* Jon Berthal - Frank Castle/The Punisher
* Élodie Yung - Elektra Natchios
* Stephen Rider - Blake Tower
* Joanne Whalley - Sister Maggie

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