Daredevil

Good God.

Matthew.

Matthew.

Matthew.

They say your whole life flashes before

your eyes when you die.

And it's true, even for a blind man.

I grew up in Hell's Kitchen.

The politicians and the real-estate

developers call it Clinton now.

But a neighborhood,

like everything else, has a soul.

And souls don 't change with a name.

Come on, hit me.

I'll give you a free shot.

- Hit him again.

- You fight like your dad.

Come on, hit me.

- My dad's gonna be champ.

- Your dad's a bum.

- Yeah, a bum.

- Come on. Hit me.

- Yeah, he's a punk, man.

- Can't fight.

- Sure can run though.

- Pathetic.

My father was a boxer.

A sportswriter once wrote

that he fought like the devil...

... and the name stuck.

Jack "The Devil" Murdock

was a contender.

But that was a long time ago.

Come on, Dad. Get up.

- Who won?

- Colan.

Yeah?

- I beat him, you know.

- I know, Dad. TKO.

And I beat Sharpman,

Robbers, Wagner.

- Hey, hey, what's that?

- Nothing.

I told you I didn't want you fighting.

They said that you work for Fallon.

That you're one of his guys now.

Get over here. Sit down. Come on.

Think I'd be pulling double overtime at

the docks if I was working for Fallon?

What are you, nuts?

You don't hit nothing but books.

Get me?

You be a doctor or a lawyer.

Not like me.

- Dad...

- Matt, you can do it.

You can do anything

if you're not afraid.

Now, you promise me.

I promise, Dad.

One day, I took a shortcut

home from school.

What I saw, I'll never forget...

... because it would be the last thing

I'd ever see.

- Jack, I don't want you to hurt me.

- I will.

Jack, come on.

I had other obligations.

- Dad?

- Okay, I got it.

Matt?

Matt!

I'm sorry, Matty.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay, Dad. It's okay.

We made each other a silent promise...

... to never give up.

To be fearless.

To stick up for the long shots like us.

We were two fighters

on the comeback trail.

I had lost my sight,

but I got something back in return.

My remaining four senses functioned

with superhuman sharpness.

But most amazing of all, my sense of

sound gave off a kind of radar sense.

High above the roar of the streets,

I trained my body and my senses.

An acute sense of touch

gave me both strength and balance...

... until the city itself

became my playground.

I was the boy without fear.

Murdock!

Hey, Murdock! Round two.

- What's up, freak?

- Look at him, man. Look at his eyes.

- Kick his ass.

- Go ahead, fight me. I dare you.

- Yeah, Murdock.

- I dare you.

Yeah, that's what I'm saying, man.

Kick his ass.

Come on, man, let's just go.

Okay.

Jack, it's been a while.

- I don't work for you no more, Fallon.

- Jack, you never stopped.

Did you really think

you won those fights on your own?

You're 42 years old.

Miller, Mack, Bendis.

They're all my fighters.

Just like you.

And now it's your turn to take a fall.

Think about your boy, Jack.

I'm sure you'll do the right thing.

No, come on, Dad! Come on, Dad,

get up! You can do it, Dad. Come on!

Come on, Dad. Get up! Come on!

Let's go! Come on! Come on, Dad!

Get up!

Never give up.

Yeah, yeah! Come on, Dad. All right!

Yeah!

You all right? Murdock, you all right?

Okay, let's fight.

Down! He's out. Fight's over.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the winner, by way of knockout...

...Jack "The Devil" Murdock!

This one was for you, Matty.

I waited outside of the Olympic

for my father.

In some ways, I'm still waiting.

Finish him off.

Dad!

I can't see you, Dad.

I can't see you.

No one cared much about the death

of a washed-up prizefighter.

Nobody but me.

I would keep my promise.

I would help those

that others wouldn't.

I would seek justice.

One way or another.

Ladies and gentlemen,

justice is blind...

...but it can be heard.

And today, the truth will come out.

Mr. Quesada,

would you state for the court...

...the sequence of events leading up

to the night of June 30?

I stopped off at Josie's Bar after work.

I had a few drinks.

Angela was there.

She was closing up.

She asked me if I wanted

to stick around for some fun.

Anything that happened after that

was entirely consensual.

Are you aware that perjury is a crime,

Mr. Quesada?

Objection. My client's a respectable

member of the community.

- Miss Sutton has a history of drug...

- My client's not on trial.

- Her testimony is suspect...

- Nor is her testimony suspect.

Gentlemen, that's enough.

The truth is, Mr. Murdock,

is that Miss Sutton...

Miss Sutton enjoyed every minute

of it.

Mr. Quesada, for your sake,

I hope justice is found here today...

...before justice finds you.

That's not right.

Another rapist back on the streets.

Yeah? Here's what I don't get.

How can a scumbag like Quesada

afford an attorney like Hirsh?

He can't.

The Kingpin's gotta be footing the bill.

- Come on. Let's go get drunk.

- Not tonight.

I got work to do.

- Right here.

- Hey.

- What's up?

- You gotta take that.

- Big neck, come on.

- I can't believe...

What was her name?

To the justice system, right?

Of course I beat it.

Kingpin's got my back, bro.

How you doing, sweetie?

- Boss?

- What's up?

- What's up with that?

- Is that guy for real?

Yeah, he's for real.

- What do you want?

- Justice.

Oh, God. Oh, God!

- Hi. How you doing?

- Didn't you hear?

- I was acquitted.

- Not by me.

Hey, that light

at the end of the tunnel?

- Guess what. That's not heaven.

- I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

- That's the C train.

- I'll kill you! Oh, God!

Hey, you can't go past there.

- Call Charlie.

- Right.

You're wasting your time, Urich.

There's nothing to see here.

Jose Quesada.

And the rest of Jose Quesada.

- Whole lot of nothing, huh?

- Keep running those stories...

...and we'll end up with copycat

vigilantes who'll get themselves killed.

Are you here to confirm that Daredevil

is responsible for this, detective?

Come on, Urich. Stop busting my...

There is no proof that your

so-called Daredevil was involved...

...nor that he even exists. Got it?

Got it.

Can one man make a difference?

There are days when I believe.

And others when I have lost all faith.

Matt, it's Heather. Are you there?

Of course you're not there.

You're never there.

At least not for me.

Look, I didn 't want to do this

over the phone...

... but it's not like you've given me

any choice.

It's been three months now, and

I've never even seen your apartment.

Every time we sleep together,

I wake up in the morning alone.

I mean, Jesus, where do you go

at 3:
00 in the morning?

I thought that if I waited, if

I was patient enough, you'd let me in.

That we'd take our relationship

to the next level.

Then I realized

that this is the next level.

Goodbye, Matt.

I hope you find what you're looking for.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

- It's been a week since...

- What are you playing at, Matt?

You didn't come here for forgiveness.

You want permission,

and I can't give you that.

- Justice isn't a sin, Father.

- No, but vengeance is.

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