All language subtitles for Marvels.Daredevil.S02E09.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Officer 1: All right, watch your head.

Officer 2: Inmate 5-5-4-6-7.
Fisk, Wilson.

Everything off.
Clothing and personal items in the bin.

(Sighs)

Newbies wear white.

That's yours.

(Cell door buzzes)

(Inmates chatter indistinctly)

(Cell door slams)

Donovan: I deeply regret that
it's come to this, Mr. Fisk.

I assure you my firm
did everything we could...

But the case against you was,
quite simply, bulletproof.

Fisk: How is the progress
regarding my appeal, Mr. Donovan?

We're making progress,
but I have to be honest.

Given the magnitude of charges,

we were lucky we could
plead you out at all.

Vanessa, huh?

I've secured a percentage of your
holdings offshore, as requested.

- She wants to come see you.
- She can't.

She must stay where she's safe
for the time being.

Of course.
She'll have everything she needs.

But with that said, you need to understand

that a good number of your assets
were seized by the government, Mr. Fisk.

Your remaining capital is... limited.

- How long will she be safe for?
- Long enough.

Mr. Fisk, I'm doing everything I can
to get you out,

but we're talking about a process
that could take months, maybe years.

In the interim, we need you
to keep your head down

and avoid trouble while you're in here.

The state will jump on any infraction
to shoot down an early release...

To keep you inside.

It's the best move, Mr. Fisk.

In fact, it's the only move.

Those you cannot teach to fly,
teach to fall faster.

(Cell door unlocks)

Wilson fisk.

The boogeyman of crime.

The man who cast a shadow in the dark.

You'll stop reading those eventually.

It's best to accept that real life
is what happens on the inside.

Maybe your life, Mr. Dutton, not mine.

- We never met before, have we?
- No, but your reputation precedes you.

A life of running drugs
buys you that much in New York City.

You may have made a name
for yourself on the outside...

But I run the big box.

I just wanna make that clear...

In case you get any ideas
about stepping up.

- I have no intentions of doing that.
- 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.

So, I'm here to make myself crystal clear.

There's only room
for one of us in this prison,

and it ain't gonna be you.
Not ever.

Because I'm the kingpin of this bitch.

Catch you later.

(Sighs)

(Laughing)

(Indistinct chatter)

Mind if I sit?

Fine.

I won't bother you.
Just wanted to meet.

You know, in here,
guys like us need to stick together.

Guys like us?

I was a mortgage analyst on the outside.

Seven figure salary,
summer house in the Hamptons.

Just made the wrong deal,
crossed the wrong guy.

It turned out that his brother was
some bigwig in the justice department.

Some luck, huh?
Look, what I mean is...

We're not like these savages in here.
That's all.

Smart to steer clear of that asshole.

It's not just the guys at his table
that are on his side.

He runs about 80%
of the contraband in this place.

Most of the guards are in his pocket,
from what I can tell.

The two men you were speaking to.

- Valdez brothers.
- They your friends?

(Scoffs)
Slim pickings in here, but, yeah.

Yeah, they don't talk much.

Let's just say what they did
to get in here was ghastly.

Do they have family?

A mother.
She'll be alone for a while.

(Door clanking)

I wish I had better news, Mr. Fisk,
but the appeal...

- I didn't ask you here for that.
- Oh.

I need you to write down the following.

The office of caplan and dayhill,

they have a client,
his name is Stewart Finney.

- He needs his legal retainer bolstered.
- What?

Andrea valdez.

She's 62.
She lives in Spanish Harlem.

Needs her rent paid indefinitely.

- What is this?
- Untraceable, if you handle it correctly.

Mr. Fisk, iwarned you
about getting involved in the...

Get it done!

- Fisk.
- Anything on dutton?

He and his men haven't emerged
from block a today.

No way to get in.
That wing's impenetrable.

For now.

The paper's interesting, though.
Check out the front page.

The punisher.

Apparently, he gunned down
the Irish in a big way.

Mm, nesbitt was a problematic leader.

Stewart:
He took out the dogs of hell, too.

Blew up their clubhouse.
They charged him with 37 counts of murder.

Wow, perhaps his name suits him.
(Chuckles)

I'd say. Rumor is some of the cartel
got meat hooks through their faces.

- The cartel?
- Stewart: The Mexicans.

If I'm correct...

Dutton didn't do business with the cartel.

On the 22nd,
dutton's lieutenant mentioned...

A deal with the aryans
to move product in the dogs' territory.

A hostile takeover.

Does dutton have connections
with the Irish?

Some heroin deal gone south.
That was a while back, though.

Fisk: I know what I'm asking for
will be difficult.

I'm not worried about difficult.
I'm not even worried about illegal.

Your funds have almost been depleted.

Building up your little protection crew
wasn't cheap.

Nor should it be.

Your cash is almost gone.
If I do this, that's it.

After that, anything you need
for the rest of your stay,

you'll be dipping into the reserves,
into Vanessa's protection.

I won't need anything after this.

(Sighs)

This guard you've spoken to...

Do I want to know
what you'll be asking him to do?

(Exhales)

(Grunts)

I see you got my message.

(Theme music plays)

Elektra: Shh, I've got you, Matthew.

- (Fizzing)
- (Matt gasps)

(Screaming echoes)

(Murmuring)

Who's... who's there? (Echoing)

(Door closes)

Elektra?

Oh, slowly.

You okay?

(Elektra sighs)

Where is he?

- Stick? He left. Remember?
- No, not stick.

The boy.

The one you killed.

- It's been taken care of.
- Not "it."

He.

- Well, he tried to kill you.
- (Sighs)

He was scared.
He was just a kid.

If you'd spared him, he would've sent
his big brothers after us.

- I killed him in self-defense.
- (Scoffs)

Even your precious court of law
would say that's legitimate...

It doesn't work that way.

Well... (Sighs)
It's a good thing I'm not on trial.

- We need to tell the police.
- (Scoffs) Tell them what?

I killed a member
of an ancient organization of ninjas

that are digging a giant hole
in midtown Manhattan?

Perhaps we should.
Maybe they need a laugh.

But you and I, we've seen it.

The hand is very real.

And they know we're onto them.
The battle has begun, Matthew.

There's nothing we can do
about it now but fight.

(Sighs) Look...

I wish I could tell you that
I'm not going to pull my sword...

- But I will if I have to.
- You said you wanted to be good.

- I do.
- But you don't.

I saw it ten years ago
with Roscoe sweeney...

And I saw it again last night.

- Your adrenaline spiked, Elektra.
- (Sighs)

You enjoy killing.

And you may say you wanna be good for me,
but that's not who you really are, is it?

The first time I took a life...

I was 12 years old.

I did it of my own volition.

I wasn't saving another.

I wasn't even protecting myself.

| did it... (Sighs)

Because I needed to know that I could.

Not that I could get away with it.

(Sighs)
Not that I could get used to it.

And you enjoyed it.

You know, stick taught us
to never let anyone get close.

- I fell in love with you.
- I loved you, too.

That wasn't a lie.

I fell in love with you, so I don't want
to keep judging you for who you are.

And this... this is who I am.

We have to stop corrupting each other.

We can't do this anymore.

Say something.

The hand will decimate your city.

(Sighs)

Not if I stop them.

- You'll die.
- Yeah, maybe.

But this is a war I need to fight alone.

Goodbye, Elektra.

Fisk: The circumstances are unfortunate,
but each loss brings opportunity.

- I'm glad we have this chance to meet.
- Frank: Hmm.

You have something you wanna say to me?

I've been following your case...

As much as one could in this cage.

I want you to know...
What happened to your family that day...

Frank: Don't you do that.

You don't talk about my family.
You got that?

Just don't do it.

- I consider it a tragedy.
- That right?

You can save your bullshit sympathy,
'cause I don't buy it.

I understand why you'd think that.

Look, you got something
to say to me or not?

Yes. I've crossed paths
with your attorneys... before.

Needless to say, I'm not a...
A huge fan.

Pushing you towards a sentence
in a mental health facility,

after everything you've been through,
that would have been a travesty.

- As opposed to what?
- Closure.

Since I've been incarcerated,

I've developed an empathy towards those
who suffer by the hand of the law.

I think I've heard enough
of your bullshit, okay?

You said "closure".
What'd you mean?

There's a man, here, in the big box.

He's a prisoner.

He's been overheard...

Boasting about his involvement
with several criminal factions.

This man... he most definitely had a hand
in the massacre in the park.

I want a name.

- He's in another cell block...
- I didn't ask you that.

Which he essentially owns,

heavily guarded by guards
and inmates alike.

- I don't give a shit. I want a name.
- Dutton.

He's not Irish. He's not cartel.

He's not a biker.

He's something else entirely.

I believe that he facilitated the deal...

Between the three groups
that you've been targeting.

What's in it for you?

He controls much of this prison...

Which has... made my life here...

Difficult.

So, why haven't you done it yourself?

'Cause, Mr. Castle,
unlike most of the population here,

my plan is to keep my head down,

so I can get out...
In the foreseeable future.

- They with you?
- Yeah, something like that.

That right?

(Frank chuckles)

Well, I don't help shitbag,
has-been mob bosses.

- "Has-been"?
- You heard what I said.

- I'm simply proposing an arrangement.
- I don't do arrangements.

You should rethink that...

Considering the amount of enemies
you have in here.

I'm not gonna be your goddamn trigger man.

- I'm not doing it.
- I'm offering you the opportunity

to confront the man implicated
in the deaths of your family.

Yes, I benefit from your actions.

But the tide raises all ships, Mr. Castle.

If, for some reason, my involvement
diminishes your passion for answers...

For revenge...

Well, that's your choice.

But the war you waged on New York City...

It got you nowhere.

I'm offering you something...
No one else could.

If you don't want my help, fine.

By all means...

Enjoy prison.

How would it work?

My resources here are limited,

but I can assure you
safe passage to cell block a...

Which is run by dutton and his men.

Guards have a shift change at 1500 hours.

Dutton's men will be in their cells.
We can get you to him.

We have one guard on our side,
but you'll only have

a seven-minute window to reach dutton,
get your answers and get out.

Fisk: I assume that
gives you enough time.

- When?
- Does that mean you'll do it?

- When?
- Today.

After this, you and me, we're done.

Yes, we're done.

Fisk: The shiv is the best I can offer.

Something tells me you'll make do.

Matt: Hey.

- You're hurt?
- (Sighs) What makes you say that?

- Can I come in?
- Matt: Yeah.

We need to talk.

(Inhales)
It's not a great time, foggy.

Never is. Not lately.
And that's the point, so I'll be brief.

I think we should shutter the office
for a few weeks.

It may be drastic,
but after everything that just happened,

we need to think about our priorities.

To decide how to proceed
with Nelson and murdock.

Are you talking about our firm...
Or you talking about our friendship?

For a while, they went hand-in-hand.

I think you're right.

I think putting some distance
between us is smart.

(Scoffs)

What?
Isn't that what you wanted?

What I wanted...
Was time for us to rethink things...

Time isn't gonna change who I am,
or what I do.

- I don't want to talk about that...
- Yes, you do.

- That's why you came.
- I came to talk to my friend,

not the vigilante.

They're the same person, foggy.

They weren't always.

Either way, I have to do this.

As we speak, there are horrible things
happening in this city.

(Chuckles) Of course.

You wouldn't believe me
if I told you, so...

You don't get to create danger,
and then protect us from that danger.

That's not heroic. That's insane.

We were really close

to winning the frank castle case
and getting that guy the help he needed.

I don't know what tanked it,
but I know we had a shot,

mostly because I worked my ass off
to cover for you.

- I deserve better than that.
- I know.

Every time I walk up those stairs...

I wonder if today is the day
you're dead in your living room.

I'm not gonna stop, foggy.
Not anytime soon.

And to be honest,
I'm done apologizing to you for who I am.

If I'm holding you back, then you should
consider closing the office for good.

You can start over without the stuff
that gets in your way.

Without me.

- That's not what I came to say.
- But it's what I'm saying.

What am I supposed to tell Karen?

I don't know.
Same thing I'm telling you.

You're better off without me.

See you around, Matt.

Take care of yourself.

(Door closes)

(Exhales)

I'm so sorry I'm late.
I... I never set an alarm.

I never need to, but, uh...

Let's be honest, it's been, uh...
Quite the week.

What's going on?

- Packing up.
- Karen: The castle files?

Are you hungry?
Let's get some food.

Thanks to frank castle, anyone that was
gonna walk through those doors

is now gonna go elsewhere.

Actually, can I show you something?

We should take a long lunch.
We need to talk.

Yeah, yeah, we should.
Um... do you remember John Doe?

The report the...
The medical examiner falsified?

Nope. Totally blocked it.

Um... well, I think I...
I found something pretty big here.

- Whose house did you break into this time?
- No need.

It's just press passes
and NYPD files and, um...

So, these pictures are all from the day
frank's family was killed.

I've seen enough bloody bodies
to last me a lifetime.

- Can we please just...
- (Stutters) Just a sec.

(Sighs)

Okay, um... look.

- All right, you see him?
- Foggy: Sure do.

Karen: Now, look.

Maybe he was bagged and tagged already?

Right, well, that's what I thought, but...
(Stutters) I checked

and I couldn't find any death certificate.

Whoever he was,
it's like he was never there.

- (Photographs rustling)
- Foggy, look. He was.

He was there.
What if he is our John Doe?

Karen... let it go.
The trial is over.

- (Foggy sighs)
- Wait.

No, no. Nothing has changed.

There is still a conspiracy.
I mean, this...

This guy could be the key
to exposing the cover-up.

Maybe. Somebody else's problem, now.

What... but just like that?
I don't...

We're lawyers.
I got bigger things to worry about.

Like what? Like... like getting
Nelson and murdock back on top?

- This would do that.
- There is no Nelson and murdock.

Look around.

Okay. You and Matt,
you fought at the courthouse.

You weren't your best selves, but none
of us have been for a long time...

I was my best self that day...

At the courthouse, covering for him.
And so were you.

You're eerily good at this stuff.

- But Matt has...
- (Sighs)

He's... (Sighs)

He's got other things to take care of.

(Sighs)

(Inhales)

All right. When I went over
to his apartment the other day...

To get him to come to the trial,
there...

There was a...
A woman there, in his bed.

Okay, no. You know, whatever...
(Sighs)

Whatever is going on with Matt, he's...

He's either not capable or...
Or not willing

to make room for anything else
in his life... right now.

I should've warned you.

No. No, you shouldn't have.

(Inhales) Look...

If Matt doesn't wanna share his life
with me, that is between me and him.

The same way that your friendship
with Matt is between you and him.

I don't need to be warned,
foggy, I just...

I cannot be lied to anymore.

All I want is the truth about something.

I get it.

I'll give you a call
if something changes...

But for now, I suggest that...

Both of us start thinking
about a life outside this office.

- (Daredevil grunts)
- (Man groans)

(Panting)

(Pants) Oh, god.

Come on. Shit, shit, shit.
Come on, come on.

- You don't want to do that, Stan.
- (Gasps)

Don't... (Sniffs) Don't move.

You're an accountant.

A greedy one, yes,

but something tells me, even if you
take that shot, you're gonna miss.

And trust me...
You don't wanna miss.

I'm not like them.

- Who?
- I don't do what they do.

- Are you talking about the hand?
- Yes.

- (Breath trembling)
- Put the gun down.

How do I know
you're not working with them...

-(Daredevil grunts) {Groans)

I didn't say anything.
Please, I didn't say anything.

That's the problem, Stan.
What do you know about the hand?

I don't. Please, I'd rather die.

Well, that's not gonna help anyone.

They destroy everything
that gets in their way.

The roxxon corporation...

The secret room...
The ledger, the dirt, the hole.

I know about it all, Stan.
I need to know what they're planning.

Planning? It's already been done.

- What's been done?
- Nothing!

I'll protect you.

They have my son.

(Sobs) They took Daniel!

I don't know what they're doing to him.

These bodyguards weren't protecting me.
They were holding me hostage.

(Whimpers) If I tell you anything...

They will kill my son. (Sobs)

(Gasps)

- Where are they holding him?
- Some kind of drug operation.

I don't know what they're doing there.
They call it the farm.

- Take me there.
- I've thought about it...

But it's a fortress.

- It's impossible to get inside.
- Take me there.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Phone ringing)

Karen page.

Well, you guys had
a hell of a day in court.

Front row seats
to the trial of the decade.

- Did you bring me a t-shirt?
- (Chuckles)

No. Uh...

I might have something better.

These are from the NYPD files

- from castle's family's autopsy report.
- Mm-hmm.

- Um... so, here... you can see here...
- The... the body and here

the body's gone.
Is this some sort of test?

(Sighs)
Well, I... I think this is the John Doe

the medical examiner said he covered up.

- Said when?
- During the frank castle trial.

Tepper's testimony wasn't public.

Oh, my god. Sorry, they...
They cleared the courtroom.

I was one of a handful
of people who heard it.

- (Sighs)
- Okay, so we... we identify John Doe,

and then we find out why
he was important enough to hide.

Uh... you know what?
Actually, I think that, um...

I think you should do this.

- Trial's over.
- So?

So, frank is in prison,

and everyone's retreated to their corners,
including my bosses,

one of whom has repeatedly told me
to let it go and move on.

And do you... do you wanna move on?

Case is closed.

Castle tanked his own case.
He got put away.

I just think you should
carry the torch on this.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Okay, so... (Stutters)
I just wanna rewind this informal meeting

- we're having by about 30 seconds.
- What?

You come to me with a lead, with a...
A really good lead, right?

And now you just wanna take off?
Right?

I mean, it's... it's sort of like
a pitcher going to the eighth inning

with a no-hit shutout,
and just walking away.

Look, this was supposed to be about
saving my law firm, and I didn't...

I get that. At first, yeah.

But I have to tell you, in the last week,
I've gotten about ten phone calls

from people wanting to know
where I'm getting my information.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

What'd you tell 'em?

What do you think I told 'em?
I took all the credit.

- But the point is...
- (Scoffs)

That when my phone
starts ringing like that,

that means that you're shaking
the right trees.

So, yeah, uh, sure.
I mean, the... the case is closed.

Frank castle's in prison.
But this thing ain't over.

Not yet. Not by a long shot.

You know it. 'Cause you know
you're on to something.

- Yeah, okay, okay.
- Okay. All right, so, um...

I pull some strings, we, um...

Find out the last known address
of medical examiner tepper,

and maybe he'll be more willing to have
a conversation outside of the courtroom,

away from the icy death gaze
of frank castle.

(Stutters)
No, but wait. Talk to who?

- Whom.
- Wait, talk to me?

- I...
- No, no, no. To us.

Karen, to us.

And don't get cocky.
You're not that good yet.

Got a long time to go.

(Sighs)

- (Indistinct chatter)
- (Rock music plays faintly)

Cell 305. Room with a view.

Seven minutes, and that's it.

(Cell door buzzes)

(Cell door slams)

(Indistinct chatter)

(Man speaking indistinctly on radio)

Man: (On radio) ...Makes the grab,
so a wasted single by young

somehow sends it into...

Twelve.

Prick's 200 light.
Rat-faced son of a bitch.

(Sputtering)

(Grunting)

You and me, we gotta talk.

Stan: This is it. The farm.

- Stay here.
- I'm coming with you.

He's my son.

You wanna be alive to see him?
Stay here.

Doctor? Doctor, my name's Karen page, I...

(Indistinct chatter on TV)

Sir, I know your testimony in the case
against frank castle hurt your career.

I think I can help you.

But I also think there are
other people involved

who could really use your help.

I remember you.

You were with the defense.

- I'm not with them now.
- We're with the New York bulletin.

Karen: Please.

Tepper: After what happened
at the courthouse,

the mayor asked me to step down.

I know I sound paranoid, but...

There have been people following me.

You're a target because of what you know.

'Cause whatever that is, they...
They want to keep in the dark.

Karen has found something
that will bring the truth to light.

Here, uh...

This, is this the body
they asked you to make disappear?

- I shouldn't be talking to you.
- Karen: I understand you're afraid.

You can either continue to be trapped
by what you've done

or you can tell us what you know

so that we can go out
and expose the real bad guys.

And then you can get back to
living your life, because this place,

this place,
is not where your story ends.

(Sighs)

That's him.

- That's the John Doe.
- Okay, um...

Uh, did he have a wallet?

Uh, what about any...
Any identifying marks?

- Scars? Tattoos? Any...
- (Stutters) I tell you this...

You have to substantiate it
before you print a word of it.

Of course.

All right, he didn't have a name,

but tucked inside his left shoe,
he did have something.

- Karen: What?
- A police call sign.

A special code.

Look, John Doe wasn't a criminal,

and he wasn't some innocent bystander
in the park, either.

He was an undercover cop.

- (Sighs)
- Jesus.

Now, you make any noise, anything at all,
I'm gonna open you up like a bag.

I'll watch you bleed out
all over this floor.

Now, you nod if you understand me.

Okay.

- (Shuddering)
- Shh.

Stanton massacre.

The carousel hit.
I hear you were there.

(Scoffs) What if I was?

- (Shiv clinking)
- (Grunts)

(Chuckles)
You're a goddamn lunatic.

What the hell were you doing there?

(Breathing heavily)

Drug deal.

I was brokering between
three groups of assholes

who barely spoke the same language.

- What happened?
- What do you think happened?

- Tell me who started the shooting.
- What?

You tell me who pulled the trigger.
Who made the order?

- It went south.
- What do you mean, "it went south"?

- It happens.
- What does that mean, "it went south"?

What do you mean?

It means we're not as dumb
as they thought we were.

- We realized what it was.
- What was it?

It wasn't a massacre, asshole.
It was a sting.

- A what?
- My source warned me.

The feds infiltrated one of the gangs.
I'm not sure which.

They found out how big the deal was.
Massive exchange.

A real game changer.
But they weren't after any of us.

They were after the man in charge,

the man who organized
the whole damn thing.

Who's that?
Who is that? I want a name.

I never met him.

He never showed his face.

All I know is he had a line
on pure heroin.

Shit shipped from the middle east.

They called him the blacksmith.

The whole thing should've went
by the numbers, but he got wise.

He stayed away.

And when they realized
he wasn't gonna show,

someone started shooting.
That's all I know.

I swear... to god.

(Breathing heavily)

I heard about you.

News travels fast around here.

But there were almost
100 bangers that day,

and every finger found a trigger.

You know, this crusade of yours...

It's never gonna end, right?

Right?

(Stabbing)

(Breathes heavily)
Yeah... yeah, you're right.

- You're right.
- (Blood gushing)

(Body thudding)

(Indistinct chatter)

Open the door.

Open the door.

(Indistinct chatter)

What are you doing?

Open the goddamn door.

Hey. Hey.

Mr. Castle, thank you.

I couldn't have done it without you.

- Inmate 1: They got dutton!
- Inmate 2: Holy shit, man!

Inmate 3: There he is. There he is.
You're a dead man.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

- (Indistinct chatter)
- Come on. You're dead!

(Yelling)

(Grunting)

(Groaning)

(Groaning)

(Groaning)

- (Bone snapping)
- (Grunting)

(Yells)

(Grunts)

(Grunting)

- (Yelling)
- (Grunting)

(Panting)

(Cell door slams)

(Rhythmic clacking)

Officer: Inmate! Fallon your knees!

Officer: Open up!

(Cell door opens)

(Spits)

(In Japanese)

- Man: Hai.
- (Phone ringing)

Mm.

Man: (On phone)

Man: (On phone)

- (Metal clanging)
- (Thudding)

(Grunting)

Tell your man to stand down.

(In Japanese)

(In English)
There are more men outside.

Not conscious ones.

Tell me about the farm.

What are you growing here?

- (Laughing)
- (Grunts)

(Groaning)

I am not afraid to hurt you.

I know you're not.

But you are not the only devil
who will walk these streets.

(Bubbling)

- What's in the basement?
- The rising is coming.

You are but one man, akuma-San.
You cannot stop what we have started.

(Laughing)

(Speaking Japanese)

What is that?

(Speaking Japanese)

(Bubbling continues)

That's blood.

It wasn'tjust a random gang shootout.
It was a sting.

Who knows who's involved?
(Stutters) Cops, da's office, obviously.

- The mayor? How high does this go?
- I don't know.

But I can tell by that look in your eye

that you're not gonna get any rest
till you figure it out.

So, if you wanna camp out in here...

It's all yours.

Start digging.

- Are you serious?
- I'm very serious.

(Gasps)

Ben was the best researcher
I've ever known.

I remember.

(Karen sobs)

- Did you...
- Read that? Yes. Yeah, I... I read it.

Look, Ben didn't care,
and I don't, either.

(Sniffling)

(Sighs)

(Karen breath es heavily)

Get to work, okay?

(Sniffles)

(Sighs)

(Mouse clicking)

(Typing)

(Cell door buzzing and opening)

Fisk: Go.

Officer: Are you sure
that's a good idea, Mr. Fisk?

Go now!

(Sighs)

How quickly we turn into savages.

As if the moment we walk
through these prison doors...

Frank: You tried to have me killed.

Yes, it would've been cleaner that way,
but you got what you wanted!

Given the condition that he was in,

I assume that dutton admitted
to some involvement in your tragedy.

(Chains clinking)

What do you want?
Why am I still alive?

Because plans change.

Because if you want to survive, you adapt.

Yes! The plan was to kill you.
I needed to close that loop.

I'd already made a deal
with the rest of the guards.

I doubled the cut
that dutton was paying them.

But that didn't work out, did it?
No, I was wrong.

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.

(Grunts)

How's that?

(Frank breath es heavily)

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

(Both panting)

Release him.

- Mr. Fisk, I...
- Do it now!

(Frank groans)

Frank: What the hell is this?

I'm in control now.

- And I've set you free.
- What does that mean, "free"?

(Pants) I'll show you.

Officer: Stay back.

- (Spits)
- '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.

You want me on the outside
so I step on every piece of shit I see.

That way, nobody gets strong, and we...
The city's yours for the taking.

Something like that. Yeah.

So, if you can do that, if you can
get me out, why not just do it yourself?

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 yourjustice,

to kill your way to justice!

And not for me. Of course not.
Not for yourself.

For your family.

For them.

Fisk.

Yes?

You know...

Next time I see you...

Only one of us walks away.

Yes, of course.

I'm counting on it.

- Daredevil: Is someone there?
- Man: Someone...

(Man groaning)

These people...

Jesus.

(Bubbling)

What are they doing to you?

(Groaning)

Stan: Daniel. Daniel!

Daniel. Oh, Daniel!

We're gonna get them out.
Stan, we're gonna get them all out.

Daniel, my boy.

(Sobs) Oh, my boy. Oh, my boy.

(Gasps)

Keys.

Just hold on, my son. (Grunts)

(Daniel wheezing)

Stan: Come here. Thank god.

Thank god. (Grunts) God.

(Knives thudding)

Daredevil: Get down!

Ninja: They weren't finished.

(Ninja yells)

Fisk: The physician says
that your condition is...

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.

(Ninja yells)

(Both grunting)

(Ninja screams)

You still have scars
to remember me by, I hope.

(Grunting)

(Groans)

(Grunts)

(Straining)

(Both straining)

Daredevil: Wait...

(Pants) You're dead.

- (Mechanical switch clicks)
- (Rumbling)

There is no such thing.

(Theme music plays)