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Thank you, New York.

It's humbling to be speaking to you as Mayor.

Vanessa's resistance is hurting you with traditional voters.

My wife and I, we have work to do.

Dr. Glenn, allow me to introduce Mayor and Mrs. Fisk.

Hector Ayala? You know, they're saying you killed a cop?

Look, I didn't push him, I swear.

I'd still like to represent you.

Hector, he's not the man I married.

White Tiger?

You neglect to tell me

- that you moonlight as a vigilante? - Someone's gotta protect the streets.

I need you to find the witness that Hector saved on the platform.

Nicky. You're the only person standing between

Hector and consecutive life sentences.

Where is he?

Sadly, he's no longer here.

You don't want to do this.

Thanks.

They, bring you some food?

No.

Luquillo is a beach near where I'm from in Puerto Rico.

To me, it's the most beautiful place on Earth.

White sand, palm trees, and the coquis.

It's a little tree frog.

Doesn't croak. It sings its name.

I laugh because the tourists, man,

they think it's noisy and annoying,

but to us boricuas, man, it's a magical sound.

And the coqui, it mates for life, right? So, every sunset...

thousands of these frogs start calling out to their one and only love.

It's the music of the island.

You're gonna see that beach again, Hector. I promise.

And you'll be reunited with your family.

Yo, what's up?

Be cool. It's a gimme.

No one plays cowboy.

Evenin', gentlemen.

Whoo! Nippy, isn't it?

I couldn't trouble you for the keys to this fine vehicle, could I?

- Here you go. - Thank you very much.

And, wallets, while you're at it.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

You too, Susan.

Do you know whose truck this is?

Are you a hard man, are ya?

Yeah.

Silly wee bastard.

I look over my shoulder, but I grew up in the city. I'm not afraid,

but somebody invades my privacy,

I have no problem taking my piece and putting it to their head. That's it.

Long, dark nights out here, man.

Good versus evil, evil versus evil, good versus good.

Is New York gonna make it? I don't know.

You want answers from me? I don't have 'em, sorry.

I hear Bacon's Freud triptych is coming up for auction... again.

The yellow one.

You remember.

I remember.

I could wash two hundred million through that sale.

I know that it hurts to just sit by,

but I'm reaching for higher goals.

Such as?

Sorry to bother you, sir,

but you wanted to be updated on anything happening near the Red Hook Port.

- Yes. - Yeah.

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

Apparently, a hijacking gone wrong.

It really doesn't help sell the place as a destination.

We should make the appropriate calls...

and inspire Chief Gallo to make it a priority.

Yeah, we can try.

They're misbehaving because there's no one at the head of the table.

Without you or me there, they'll turn on each other.

They're rats.

Rats at the bottom of the barrel. Let them kill each other.

And when they're done with each other,

whoever is left standing will come after you.

That world, that kind of violence, petty blood feuds...

None of it is our concern.

Yeah, okay. I'll be right there.

You know, you don't need those glasses indoors, right?

I'm sorry, are you talking to me?

Who's there?

So, you're a blind lawyer who can fight.

Officer Powell.

You know, Murdock, I bet Judge Cooper would be interested to hear

that you're interfering with a police investigation.

I think you mean a shakedown.

It doesn't exactly seem ethical. I bet he'd throw you right off the case.

Well, at least I won't go to jail.

Witness tampering is a serious offense.

Now, maybe you get lucky, and the DA only slaps you with a misdemeanor...

but I doubt it.

I'll see you in court, Officer.

I think you've misunderstood the concept of a safe house.

Probably got eyes on us.

He says it relaxes him or whatever.

That's what this is for.

Hey! Cherry Cola, you're back, man. Finally.

This is it? Come on, man.

First of all, it's not a party. I'm not your man.

And this is just for me to get you on the stand without sweating and puking.

Relax. I got you. Hey.

For how long have you been with the NYPD, Officer Powell?

Just over 15 years.

And in those 15 years,

how many commendations of excellence have you received?

Three. I got one for integrity and two for community service.

Would you say it was unusual for an officer of your seniority

to be working on New Year's Eve?

Well, I volunteered.

Well, a lotta the guys in my precinct, they got families, you know, kids,

and mine are grown. Kel's too.

Kel, Officer Shanahan, your partner?

Yeah. We were assigned to Washington Heights,

and lotta the guys got sent down to Times Square for the ball drop.

Did you and Officer Shanahan see much action that night?

We didn't see any action

until we got down to the platform on 168th.

What happened there?

Well, we were just finishing up a routine sweep.

You know, the place was like a ghost town,

and... the defendant, he just came outta nowhere.

He had this wild look in his eyes, and when you're a cop long enough,

you know what that look means, and he starts running toward us.

Did you tell the defendant to stop?

Yes, many times.

Don't react, Hector.

We yelled and flashed our badges,

but he just kept on coming. He starts pounding on us, and then...

I feel Kel pull him off me.

Next thing I know, the guy just takes Kel and pushes him in front of the train.

Like it was nothin'.

Like it was nothing?

Objection. Leading.

Sustained.

Officer Powell, I know how hard this is for you.

Me and Kel Shanahan, we were partners for eight years.

You know, that's eight years of beers and kids,

and just talking about how shitty the Knicks are.

Kel Shanahan was my best friend.

And that's all over now.

No further questions.

Officer Powell, good morning, um...

I'm told you have a black eye.

- I hope everything is okay. - Yeah, don't worry about it.

You know, there's this thing they say in boxing.

The best cure for a black eye is fast hands.

- Objection. - Sustained.

Come on, Mr. Murdock.

Officer Powell, I just wanna make sure I'm clear on something.

You testified that before my client arrived at the station,

the place was a ghost town.

Yeah.

Meaning you and your partner were alone on the platform.

Yes.

Now, language can be strange sometimes

so I just want to make sure we're saying the same thing here.

By "alone," you mean just the two of you, no one else?

- That's right. - There's no passenger waiting for a train?

No.

No busker playing a guitar?

- No. - Okay. So you're alone.

No buskers or passengers.

Which means there certainly wasn't a confidential informant

- you were roughing up. - Objection!

You better have a good faith basis for this, Mr. Murdock.

Yeah, I do, Your Honor.

Tight leash, if you get my meaning.

Officer Powell, let's try this. You ever met a man named Nicky Torres?

I never heard of him.

That's curious, 'cause as I understand it, Nicky Torres is a confidential informant

who used to work with the NYPD.

In fact, he used to work with you and Officer Shanahan directly.

Officer Powell, did you and Officer Shanahan

have an arranged meeting with Nicky Torres on the platform that night?

I told you, I don't know him.

Yeah. You did say that.

Thank you.

Torres cannot testify.

He's almost ready.

- What's he doin'? - Should I be worried?

Yep.

Hey, you promised I'd be safe.

You'll be fine if you stay out of sight. Come on, let's go.

Looking at the doors isn't gonna get them here any faster.

Who says I'm looking at the doors?

They'll be here.

All rise.

Supreme Court State of New York, part 20 is in session.

The Honorable Fitzgerald Cooper presiding.

- You good? - Yeah.

Mr. Murdock, call your witness.

Just another second, Your Honor.

Mornin', Officer.

Get outta the van, asshole.

Where is he?

Open it.

- You good? - Yeah.

Come on! Let's go!

They're here.

Impeccable timing, buddy.

Would you state your name for the record?

Yeah. My name's Nicky Torres.

And, where do you live, Mr. Torres?

Washington Heights.

So, are you close to the 168th Street subway station?

Yeah, it's four blocks from my house.

Where're you working right now?

I'm between jobs at the moment.

Right, you've had a rough couple of years?

Eighteen months ago, I got pinched for dealing.

I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I got a kid. I needed money.

So, you were looking at a prison sentence.

What happened with that case?

It went away.

Can you tell the jury why?

I told the cops I'd help 'em out sometimes.

And by "help out," you mean become a confidential informant?

Yeah.

Mr. Torres, is that what you were doing on the night of New Year's Eve?

Were you passing along information to Officers Shanahan and Powell?

Remembering you're under oath.

No. I was home all night.

Forgive me, I'm confused here.

Previously, you stated pretty clearly that

you were actually at the 168th Street subway station being beaten

- when Hector Ayala saved your life. - Objection.

- Objection! - Sustained.

He put himself in harm's way, didn't he?

- Matt! Matt! - Counsel, stand down!

Well, this is bullshit.

- Just end it. - Well, what's it gonna be, Mr. Murdock?

I withdraw the witness, Your Honor.

Mr. Torres, you are dismissed.

The mayor's 30 minutes late.

He won't be joining us.

Now, the shootout two days ago at the port

is just the latest in a long line of very noisy mistakes.

Truck hijackings, violence at the docks, a gang war...

These are the headlines splashed across the front page of The Examiner.

It all ends today.

We don't take orders from you, son. That's not how things work.

Luca.

This is what you owe Viktor.

Restitution.

1.8. I like the sound of that.

Are you out of your mind?

Maybe next time, hire guys who know how to jack a truck!

Maybe you shouldn't have hired a bunch of trigger-happy assholes.

Enough! You're proving my point.

All this arguing, bloodshed, chaos... It's getting in the way.

1.8. That's the number.

Yeah? I got a better idea.

How about I pay zero dollars to Viktor, and you go tell Fisk

if he's got something to say to me, he can come tell me himself?

I don't take orders from the mayor's errand boy!

I don't work for the mayor. I work for the man.

So he was fine when we prepped him.

He's an annoying pain in the ass, but he was fine.

So what the hell happened?

Maybe the cops got to him, or they threatened his kid.

Or he was never on our side in the first place.

So what do we have without Nicky?

Nothing. Our entire defense just got flushed down the toilet.

Maybe there's a paper trail,

some kind of CI registration form or a record of payments or something?

We get that, we can recall him as a hostile witness.

I looked. There's nothin'.

Powell did everything cash, kept it all off the books.

He testify for them?

- Is there a case we can hang on him? - Nothing I found.

He's innocent. We put him on the stand.

He tells his side of the story. The truth.

And we hope the jury see him the way we do.

It's our only move.

We're gonna need a lot more bourbon.

What you're trying to do, it's not going to work.

Counseling?

Tell me.

I sent Buck to Luca

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

Let's not fall into a place where I don't trust you.

I don't like watching everything fall apart.

I respect that. You wanted to keep the peace.

Sometimes, peace needs to be broken,

and chaos must reign,

just for a moment, to build a stronger order.

Is that what it is? Chaos before a stronger peace?

Or is it my penance? For what I did.

- No. - You're punishing me for Adam.

- I'm not punishing you for anything! - You're leaving me out in the cold.

Thank you for your patience.

Now, where were we?

Mr. Ayala, how often would you say you're at the 168th Street subway station?

A few times a week. It's close to the apartment.

Were you there on New Year's Eve?

Yes.

Would you mind walking us through what happened that night?

Yeah, I bought some flowers at la bodega,

and I was heading down to the station.

Where were you going, Mr. Ayala?

Mr. Ayala?

My wife and I, we, live with my sister and my niece.

Soledad and I, we've always dreamt of having our own place,

and I had finally saved up the money.

I put a deposit down on a studio in the South Bronx.

It's not much, but it's ours.

I was going there to put the flowers there for the next day.

'Cause you wanted to surprise your wife.

Yes.

Okay, so, you were heading into the station.

What happens next?

I heard yelling.

Sounded like someone was in trouble, so I ran down...

to see what was going on.

What did you see?

A man getting beat up.

Did you know the man?

No. And I never saw him again until yesterday in court.

And now I know his name is Nicky Torres.

What about the men who were doing the beating?

- Did you know them? - No.

Did you know they were police officers?

No. No, I yelled at them to stop and they didn't.

So I ran down to help.

And then, everything just happened so fast.

I tried to break it up, then they started beating on me,

and I tried to fight them off

and then, all of a sudden, one of them slipped and fell onto the tracks.

I was just trying to help.

I didn't want anyone to get hurt.

Could've just walked away.

Ignored the problem.

You decided to risk your own safety to help a stranger.

Wasn't the first time, was it?

- I don't understand. - Well, I'm just saying

that you've put yourself in harm's way before. Many times.

The question is why?

Because he was in trouble.

You intervened that night 'cause you're a hero.

Matt, don't do this.

Matt, don't do it.

Mr. Ayala, yes or no. Are you the vigilante known as the White Tiger?

- Objection, Your Honor! - Order!

- Yes or no? Mr. Ayala? - Order!

Order in my court!

Both of you, in my Chambers, now.

Boy, you are a real slippery piece of shit, you know that?

You sat in that very spot, and you misled me.

You made representations to me,

you conned me into suppressing this information,

you lectured me about what's right and wrong,

and then, you have the nerve to stand up and make a mockery of my courtroom?

That wasn't my intention, Your Honor.

They somehow got to my star witness. My hand was forced.

What happened to all that lofty rhetoric about "unfairly biasing the jury?"

Hector's alter ego is critical to this case.

What he's done as the White Tiger speaks to the strength of his character.

- My God. - It's well within my rights...

Is there a Division of Hypocrisy at Murdock and Associates?

All right, stop it, both of you! Stop it.

I can strike this from the record, but that is pointless.

I can declare a mistrial,

but it's out already, so I'd say that ship has sailed.

Put me in quite a bind, Mr. Murdock.

I didn't mean to disrespect the court, Your Honor.

Let me be clear.

You blew open this door, Mr. Murdock. Which means...

Yeah. It's open season on my client. I get it.

Well, that's it.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Um...

Just... I sit atop a pyramid

of over 500 ADAs.

You're not gonna be able to stumble into traffic court

without one of them up your ass.

I hope it was worth it.

I don't think that Mr. Ayala is gonna get a fair trial.

You know why? He's Puerto Rican.

He's gonna single him out.

If you have enough evidence, he should go to prison,

but give him a fair trial, which I don't think he's gonna get it.

You should've asked me first.

I know.

It wasn't your secret to tell.

Just trying to keep you outta prison, buddy.

We were losing, and I had to take a big swing.

You know, Hector, if you are acquitted,

your White Tiger days are over.

I mean, you know that, right? You can't... ever put that suit back on.

I don't think you understand.

Being the White Tiger is more than just putting on a suit.

It's who I am.

It's a calling.

I didn't choose it. It chose me.

Might as well ask me to stop breathing.

There are other ways to help.

Other ways to contribute.

Ways that don't require a mask.

You have to think about your family now. They need you.

And for what it's worth,

I think you might be surprised at how much you don't miss being him.

We had just dropped our son off at a game.

We were driving home,

and this SUV, it runs a stop sign, and it just plows right into us.

The engine caught on fire.

I tried to open the door, but it was stuck.

I thought for sure we were dead.

Until all of a sudden, I see someone running toward us.

It was White Tiger.

He saved our lives.

A few weeks ago, I was leaving work.

It was late, and I have to cut through this alley to get home.

And this guy, he tries to grab me. I screamed,

but then I saw he had a knife.

I was so scared.

If White Tiger hadn't been there, I don't know what would've happened.

And now, let's hear from a more objective party.

This is a police report filed by Officer Lucas Barlow.

"On the night of October 2nd, at 2:38 a.m.,

"I responded to an attempted burglary call.

"When I arrived, the suspect was hiding in an alley,

"and before I could draw my weapon, he attacked me without provocation.

"We fought. And then, White Tiger appeared.

"He intervened, pulled the suspect off me,

"then helped me subdue and arrest the suspect."

More police reports.

Officer Reyes, Officer Wong,

Officer Morales, Officer Grant...

All of these tell a different version of the same story,

and it isn't the story of a man who has a vendetta against the police.

In fact, I think many of the people in this room

would consider White Tiger to be an ally.

Mr. Ayala, let's talk about Mr. and Mrs. Burgos.

Why would you risk your life by running toward a burning car to save strangers?

It's the right thing to do.

What about Gianna Moreno?

You again put yourself in harm's way. Why?

It's the right thing to do.

And when you saw Officer Barlow was in trouble,

you ran in when others would've run out. Why?

It's the right thing to do.

The police said that Hector attacked them,

that he came outta nowhere. That's what they said.

But why would Hector, the White Tiger...

Why would he do this without the amulet

that gives him extraordinary strength and power?

Would any of you walk into battle with one arm tied behind your back?

I wouldn't.

Every night, Hector Ayala goes out and risks his life

to keep his neighborhood safe, to protect his community.

So ask yourselves,

does this sound like the type of man

who'd murder a police officer in cold blood?

He is a man of integrity.

The community says so.

The police say so.

The mask doesn't make the man.

And whether Hector Ayala's wearing a White Tiger suit or not,

he's a hero.

Thank you.

You know, every morning, I get up, I kiss my wife, I call my kids,

I go to work to serve the people of this great city,

I go to church every Sunday,

I sit in my usual pew, I give money to my parish,

then I drive out to Queens to see my mother.

Does that make me a good person?

That was a trick question.

You see, frankly, it's a false premise.

Good people can do bad things.

Bad people can do good things.

Humans... All of us.

We're messy, complicated, capable of good, capable of evil.

Yes, Hector Ayala might have done some good things.

Does that make him incapable of doing a bad thing?

Of course not.

Do you know what happens to a person when they get hit by a train?

When you have 200,000 pounds of steel slam into you,

all of your bones break, all of your organs are eviscerated,

your body twists up like a circus balloon full of blood.

But here's the kicker, you're still alive.

You don't actually die until they back the train up,

and then your body, it just bursts.

And that is exactly what happened to Officer Shanahan

when Hector Ayala pushed him in front of that train.

But we're supposed to be okay with that, right?

Because he's done some nice things for people.

Because "it was the right thing to do."

Look around you.

These men and woman you see sitting here, they're officers of the law.

They took an oath to protect even in the face of danger.

And every single day, these brave men and women show up

to serve the people of this city, to serve you, to serve me,

and they do all that without a mask.

If Hector's sole intent was to do good for his community, why is he hiding?

Because the last time I checked,

real heroes don't need to hide.

Hey.

Hey.

You okay?

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

Will the defendant please rise?

In the matter of the People v. Hector Ayala,

on the count of murder in the first degree,

the jury finds the defendant...

not guilty.

On the count of murder in the second degree,

the jury finds the defendant not guilty.

On the count of manslaughter in the first degree,

the jury finds the defendant not guilty.

This matter is concluded.

Congratulations, buddy.

Mr. Ayala, you're free to go.

Thank you, Your Honor. Thank you.

- Thanks. - Congratulations, Hector.

Thank you, all. Thank you.

Mr. Murdock, how do you respond to Mayor Fisk

calling you and all vigilantes cop killers?

We're grateful that justice was served, everyone.

There's no further comment at this stage. Thank you.

Daniel.

Yes, sir.

Your friend, the journalist, BB...

All due respect, sir, we have people at the Times.

Tell her I wanna see her again.

Absolutely.

Gotta love a man who cooks.

And dinner for one in public is a bit depressing.

Tell me about it.

So, is this the Matt Murdock victory lap?

You win the Ayala case, and now you get to enjoy the spoils?

Not quite yet. One thing's missing.

You see, my old partner and I,

straight out of law school, we were so broke,

we pooled about everything we had together for an office bottle of O'Melveny's.

Only broke it open when we won.

Needless to say, the first bottle lasted a very long time.

Just a nice little reminder that...

once in a while, the system works.

You're talking about your friend, Foggy Nelson, right?

Yeah.

I was kinda wondering when you would.

It's not easy.

He certainly knew how to enjoy the good moments when they came.

Well then,

here's to a man who cooks,

a well-won case,

and Foggy Nelson.

May God hold them all in the hollow of his hand.

The Ayala verdict is an absolute miscarriage of justice.

Well, sir, a court and a jury found him not guilty.

Courts fail. Juries get it wrong. I should know.

And now, a masked vigilante,

a murderer, is allowed to roam the streets,

and a veteran of the NYPD lies dead.

These vigilantes are a threat

to any society that's based on the rule of law.

A man who wears a mask to cover his face...

is a coward.

These vigilantes, they are not heroes.

And I ran on a promise,

and the acquittal of Hector Ayala demands that I keep it.

The rule of law must prevail.