Daredevil Page #2

You see it every day on the streets.

Violence just begets more violence.

Is that how you want to live your life?

A lawyer during the day...

...and then judge and jury at night.

Is that what you want?

- Somebody has to do something.

- Well, why you?

- Because I can. Because I'm not afraid.

- Well, I'm afraid for you, Matthew.

Look, a man without fear

is a man without hope.

May God have mercy on you, forgive you

and grant you everlasting life. Amen.

I'm not too crazy

about the outfit either.

"Eyewitnesses say Quesada

was singled out...

...by the demonic vigilante

known as the Daredevil."

- I don't know why you read that.

- There's gotta be something to it.

- Like the alligators in the sewers?

- There are alligators in the sewers.

- A friend in sanitation has seen them.

- Fine. Just drop it.

You should see this guy.

They got this picture.

- They have a picture?

- It's a drawing, an artist's rendering.

It's just... It's grotesque.

I'd hate to see his therapy bills.

Speaking of bills...

...your client, Mr. Lee,

made his first payment.

- Great. You should be very happy.

- Yeah, it's fantastic. He paid in fluke.

Fluke is a fish.

Did you know that? I didn't.

Mr. Lee is a good man

and doesn't have much money...

...and he fishes on weekends.

I guess it's...

I salsa dance on weekends, but I don't

shake my ass to pay my phone bill.

Will you pass the honey, please?

We need better clients.

I'm tired of pro bono cases.

What is your problem with our clients?

We have good, honorable clients.

What's your idea of better?

Define "better."

- What would be a better client?

- Better means rich and guilty, okay?

Law school taught us

to create a moral vacuum...

...so you can represent people

who aren't innocent.

- That was your best course, as I recall.

- You don't have a moral vacuum.

You are completely vacuum-less.

- What? What? Where? Where? Where?

- Front door. Not yet, soon.

Now.

Tell me.

- You want the truth?

- Absolutely.

She's hideous.

I don't know if it's a fungus

or some congenital birth defect...

...but as your attorney in this matter,

I advise you to take no further action.

- I'm sorry. Excuse me.

- Sure.

I was looking for some honey.

Could you help me out?

Right in front of you.

Well, could you be

a little bit more specific?

- What are you...?

- Blind? Yeah.

- I am so sorry.

- That's okay.

- Friend of yours?

- You know, I've never seen him before.

Matt Murdock.

- Nice to meet you, Matt Murdock.

- Nice to meet you.

I didn't get your name.

I didn't give it.

Some people have no compassion

for the handicapped.

Apparently not.

- Where you going?

- I'm gonna file an appeal.

We have to be in court by noon.

- 12:
00, Matt.

- I'll be there.

What do you want?

I just wanted to get your name.

I didn't want trouble.

Look...

...I don't like being followed.

So don't.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Wait a second. Take it easy.

I don't like being touched.

Why don't you tell me what you do like,

and we'll start there.

Sure you're blind?

Sure you don't wanna

tell me your name?

- You're holding back.

- Yes.

Don't.

Does every guy have to go through this

to find out your name?

Try asking for my number.

- Fight!

- Fight! Fight! Fight!

Stop hitting me.

Okay.

My name's Elektra Natchios.

- What's wrong, Wesley?

- Have you seen the papers today?

Somebody's been talking.

Somebody always does.

Natchios, my dear, old friend.

I'm getting out, Wilson.

I am out.

You think it's funny?

They're writing about the Kingpin.

They're going back to the beginning.

Well, I'm tired of looking

over my shoulder.

I want to put that behind me.

I want you to buy me out.

I think you'll find

it's a very generous offer.

So, what do you say?

How's your daughter?

- You okay?

- I... I think I'll be okay.

I'm not gonna lie

and say it doesn't hurt.

- Where did you learn to fight like that?

- My father.

He had me study with a different sensei

every year since I was 5.

Sounds like he wanted to turn you

into some kind of a warrior.

No. Just not a victim.

- Watch your step.

- Thank you. I didn't even...

Wait.

How did you do that?

How did you do the park?

I don't know,

growing up in the Kitchen, a blind kid.

You learn how to look out for yourself.

See that? He just ran that light.

I want you to create a paper trail,

one that can be traced to Natchios.

- Sir?

- The press want a kingpin.

So I'll give them a kingpin.

Get me Bullseye.

Two out of three.

Bloody Irish piece of trash.

- I said I was sorry. What do you want?

- Details. You owe me that.

Her name's Elektra Natchios.

She sounds like a Mexican appetizer.

It's Greek, genius.

Her father's Nikolaos Natchios.

- The billionaire?

- Yeah, see. Yes, the billionaire.

As your attorney, I advise you

to marry her immediately.

I'll take it under consideration.

Susie is my son Larry's daughter

by his first marriage.

She eloped with this

semi-colored fellow from London.

What's the word for that? Mulatto.

Just let's say he had

a little cream in his coffee.

But he did very well

for himself on the Internet.

But don't ask me how. No.

You know, they did get me a computer

for Christmas last year...

...but I refuse. I'm afraid

it's going to explode.

But who can afford to fly these days?

But then my sister Marjorie called and

said she had these frequent-flier miles...

...and she couldn't use them

because of her sciatic nerve.

So I said...

She's sleeping. Can I get you

anything before we land?

More peanuts, please.

- Yo, taxi!

- That's over on Seventh.

- You don't remember me?

- Thanks, buddy.

How can you not remember

the Kingpin?

No, no, no, no. Please!

No, please, no!

You remember me now?

What are you, stupid? You think you

could hold out on the Kingpin? Huh?

Get away from me!

Stay out of Hell's Kitchen.

This ain't your neighborhood no more.

Kitchen belongs to the Kingpin now.

Please.

Please don't hurt me.

I'm not the bad guy, kid.

I'm not the bad guy.

I'm not.

I have to call you back

because he just came in.

Morning.

- Your ears must have been burning.

- Why?

This just came by messenger.

Your invitation to the

Black & White Ball at The Grand.

Plus one.

Plus one? All right.

Guess I gotta rent a tux.

Wow. They spent some

serious money on this invitation.

I mean, you should feel it.

It's engraved.

- What time are you gonna pick me up?

- I'm not going.

What? Are you crazy?

That place is gonna be

crawling with rich people.

People who pay legal fees

with money, not with fish.

Or with wheels of cheese.

Or with sports supplies.

I'm gonna fill you in on a secret.

This place doesn't look like a law office.

It looks like the set of Sanford and Son.

I'm waiting for Lamont to walk in.

- Then you go.

- Look at me, Matt. I'm a plus-one.

Plus-ones don't get anywhere alone.

They need somebody to bring them.

Are you finished? We only

have an hour to prepare for court.

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