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If you've seen new street art, you're not alone.

The provocative murals have been popping up all around the city.

Sometimes, peace needs to be broken.

I wanna see my tío.

Chaos must reign...

Hands in the fucking air!

...just for a moment, to build a stronger order.

This port is a black eye on the face of this city.

I think we can do better.

I sent Buck to Luca

to tell him to pay Viktor 1.8 restitution

- for the hijacking.

I thought we might spend some time on something we need

- to get out into the open. - Adam.

Wilson, did you confront this man?

Yes.

I did tell him how I felt about you.

That I couldn't fathom

a life of meaning without her.

Forgiveness isn't just the highest act of love,

it is the only way forward.

Please!

And where is Adam now?

Let me out!

As graffiti artists, we get this bad rep

that we're hurting the city,

but there's dangerous people out there

that are actually hurting the civilians of New York City,

and people like the vigilantes are helping them.

Is there law and order in New York?

My friend sent me this video...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, check this out.

Bro, look how crazy that is.

Like, where do you learn that? Kinda looks like a swordsman.

Swordsman, if you're watching this, keep doing the good work,

because our cops here...

they don't really do much, so...

"Thou did establish Saint Ives as a judge in the midst of his brethren,

"making him a friend and advocate of the poor.

"Do thou make us, by his intercession, steadfast in the pursuit of justice,

"confident in that merciful goodness."

"Through Christ our Lord..."

...get you help. You just have to stay awake.

No, no, no.

"Who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit."

No, Foggy! No!

"Amen."

What are you doing?

Ah, you know, just checkin' in.

You pray? Still?

Yeah. I've stopped a few times over the years, but...

always end up coming back to it.

So, you'll volunteer at The Bowery Mission until 4:00.

Then back to Gracie Mansion,

and then the Children's Art Fund benefit's at 7:00.

That sounds nice.

You go then. I'm tired of these black tie events.

I very much doubt that's an option.

Just so you know, you have an unscheduled visitor in your office.

There he is.

Mr. Mayor.

What are you doing here?

That any way to greet an old friend?

I've got this.

- You all right? - Yeah, sure. Why?

Um... You go to a bank and get taken hostage?

Oh, right, yeah, that. Sure.

- Yeah, that. - That worked out.

Matt, you were a victim of a crime.

Sure, I understand. I'm just saying that I...

I... I knew I was gonna be okay.

I can't really explain it. It was just like...

- Faith. - Something like that.

Thank you, though.

You've got five minutes.

Look at all these books.

You haven't read a single one of 'em, have you?

Is this about the 1.8?

It's all a show. The whole thing, right?

Might as well be Halloween in here.

Four minutes and thirty seconds.

Come on. Is that how we're gonna do this?

No foreplay?

- Ugh, I'm late. - Early patient this morning?

I'm meeting with my editor. Remember?

Oh, that's right. The, uh, congratulatory breakfast.

She's already putting the screws in me about my next book.

Wow, that's quick.

- Mmm. - Well...

if you need help spit-balling ideas,

you know where to find me.

Interesting you should ask.

I've told you the premise, right?

Uh, maybe?

Vigilantes.

Why we revere the mask.

I get it, cool. Yeah, interesting.

Yeah. I think so.

You need to give Viktor the 1.8.

And I'll give you until the end of the week.

Respectfully, Mr. Mayor,

you can shove that 1.8 up your ass.

Make it 2.8.

1.8 to Viktor,

and the balance to me, of course.

I-- I-- I think it's a fascinating question.

What about a mask?

Does it hide us and give us permission to do things

that are legally and socially taboo, like violence?

I mean, does a mask allow us to be our true selves,

or does it strip away our identity and allow us to act like animals?

Hmm, yeah.

Uh, I don't know. Maybe... maybe both.

Maybe, right?

You have experience with those people, don't you?

With animals?

Vigilantes.

- You've represented a few, right? - Ooh.

What, are you researching me now?

You're out of the game, old man.

Stay out of it.

Well, I've been thinking,

maybe you would consider setting me up with someone like,

I don't know, Frank Castle?

The Punisher? You wanna... You wanna interview The Punisher?

- Bad idea?

No, it's like-- That's a solid, solid idea.

You've got 'till the end of the week. Your time's up.

See ya, Fisk. Give your wife my regards.

Please show him out.

Okay. Um, how about Daredevil?

- You've worked with him, right?

Oh, shit, that's my Uber. All right.

Don't be weird. I'm not gonna stalk your clients,

- but maybe we can talk about it after? - Sure.

- Hmm? - Of course.

Mr. Mayor, it's urgent. Come.

This is John Santini from Sanitation.

Uh, call me Johnny. Hey, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Mayor.

I work at the Sanitation. 35 years.

Happy to have you, Johnny.

Just want to let you know, I voted for you.

I can't tell you what a pleasure it is to actually be here.

Mr. Santini, if you would tell the Mayor why you're here today.

Oh... Right, right. The--The mural.

I got bad news and worse news, Mr. Mayor.

I thought that we took care of this.

Nah, turns out, it's gonna be a lot tougher

to get that down than we thought.

Why is that?

Well, look, I made a real good run at that wall.

I got the biggest power washer,

'cause I didn't wanna ruin the facade. Didn't do squat.

So, I made a switch.

I switched to a 50-50 sandglass, like a concentration.

- It was the only way to go. - You should get to the point.

Oh, no, you don't understand. See, the mural, it's made with this epoxy,

so I had to do a chemical analysis.

- Then I had to get this special solvent... - Johnny.

- ...from my guy in Philly-- - Just tell him what you told me.

The worst news.

Right. It's blood.

The mural. It's made outta human blood.

Get Gallo in here. Now.

- Your strategy?

Well, essentially, poison counsel.

- Really? - Yeah. You heard it here first.

You know, Madison hired Cready, Glaughlin, and McKagan

to guide him through a complicated yet sophisticated accounting

of his new and uncharted business model,

and while they may be the city's preeminent tax law firm,

they were in over their heads.

Wow, so you're literally pointing the finger at his attorneys.

Have you met the fine gentlemen at Cready, Glaughlin, and McKagan?

Oh, I have. And I approve.

- What is she doing here?

Who?

The Ayala girl.

Hey, it's good to see you.

- Is everything all right? - Yeah.

I was hoping to talk to Mr. Murdock.

Of course. Yeah, come in, come in.

Uh... do you mind?

Uh... Okay.

- I'll just be in my office. - Cool. We'll pick this up.

Thanks.

- Hi. - Hi.

So, 11:17 a.m., what is that,

third period? Fourth?

History? Biology?

- English, actually. - Oh.

I'm getting a 99.

One-oh-four if you factor in the curve.

He was onto something, Matt.

He was investigating something.

Someone's gotta protect the streets.

People are going missing. No one seems to care.

I don't know for sure,

but I think it had something to do with all those people going missing.

All those kidnappings. He started tracking them.

Angela, I know you're upset and you have every right to be.

But this isn't safe, I--

Don't tell me how to be, Mr. Murdock.

Mmm-mmm. Not now.

Don't pull that therapy talk that I'm processing,

or trying to control, or whatever.

Or that I should be in school because that's what Hector would have wanted.

This is what he would have wanted.

Someone finishing his work.

Someone actually doing something for once.

Therapy talk? Was I doing that?

Straight up. And I hate that shit.

Yeah, sure. Kinda hate it, too.

All those kidnappings were all close to the old Q line.

The one they shut down. Track 61.

Look, Angela, I'm just a lawyer, all right?

I tried to help your uncle in court, but something like this,

that's for the police.

The police killed my uncle.

I'm not going to them.

All right, fair enough, fair enough, but what do you want me to do about it?

Um...

How about literally anything, Mr. Murdock?

Attorney at law.

Big fancy office, here to help the little guy, right?

Only on your terms.

'Cause when the little guy puts something for real in your hands,

you're all, "Nah."

That's fine.

That's cool.

My bad for thinking you cared.

It's not that simple, Angela.

- It's not how this works.

You know what?

My uncle, two days before he got shot, you know what he told me?

He told me,

"Don't rely on anyone to do what you can do for yourself."

Damn, he was right.

He mixes blood into the paint

and then applies the epoxy on top.

It makes the murals essentially impervious.

How many murals in total?

Twelve confirmed, with 18 known IDs,

but we've gathered at least five unique DNA profiles for each mural.

And at five DNA profiles per mural, we estimate at least 60 victims.

It's difficult to project just yet.

Testing is underway on what we now suspect

may be some... earlier pieces in his evolution

and more victims.

Missing reports are up...

...but this can't account for all of them.

Sir, we also know that he somehow managed to avoid detection

by any of the city's surveillance footage.

You have to do better than that.

Based on the size and the scope of the murals...

Someone else could die 'cause they didn't know there was a serial killer on the--

- Trust me. I know what I'm doing.

Sound an alarm,

and he could lay low for a while.

He could wait us out.

Then he'll come back harder

and stronger. No.

Not a single word leaves this room.

This is no way to run a goddamn railroad.

When the Sanitation Department figures out there's a serial killer

before the NYPD does,

maybe it's time to switch up the protocols.

Hey, are you Muse?

Is it cool if we take a picture of you?

Not-- Not a selfie, though.

Just like, artist, his work, you know.

Luca came to see me.

It was very disrespectful, might I add.

To the Mayor's office?

- Hmm. - Huh.

That's bold.

That's what I thought as well.

And as we imagined, he...

...he has no intentions of paying his debt.

So, I... added a million dollars tax to his bill.

- Viktor will like that.

If Luca ever pays up.

I don't need Viktor to like it. I need him to want it.

Badly.

Mmm.

Vanessa, you know, politics, it's...

it's a different type of problem solving.

Most of it is new to me, but some things, they remain unchanged.

Find what a person wants,

then either withhold it

or provide it...

and they'll do anything.

Not tonight.

You're asking New York's elite for money.

I hope that everything works out for you.

Mr. Mayor.

Michael, it's great to see you.

Sure, they want influence, but they don't need it.

It's like selling a Basquiat to a billionaire.

It's all just... ego and vanity.

That is a curious first endeavor you've identified, Wilson.

This port project, it's not just a first endeavor.

Well, tell us then. What is it again?

It's a engine of industry, is what it is.

It moves growth quickly.

It's got a lotta horsepower, if you understand.

Most would say I'm the determining factor in that sector.

Oh...

By simply being there and asking them for money,

you're giving them all they care about.

He's taking me up Madison. I saw them...

This was, as I'm sure you know, one of--

Certain ways we operate here, Wilson.

Reassurance of their supremacy.

These changes you're making with the police,

this obsession you have with vigilantes,

it's just not gonna work.

Whether you can do it or not isn't the issue here, Wilson.

I'm surprised you'd even raise that specter.

What we're talking about here is buy-in.

This project simply...

doesn't align with our interests.

I've been told.

And it's Mr. Mayor to you.

Why don't we be honest with each other here?

I didn't realize that was on the table. I'd like nothing more.

You've made a substantial amount of your fortune around the port, haven't you?

I've had many business interests... in my career.

And many associates along the way.

What are you suggesting?

I'm saying your port expansion project is a self-serving con, Mr. Mayor.

You're using taxpayer dollars to further enrich yourself.

And your colleagues, so to speak.

You know, I've-- I always put the city before myself.

And if you're suggesting anything different,

well, that's just nonsense.

You may have a seat at the table right now,

for a couple of years anyway,

but the people in this room still decide who gets to eat.

I suggest you don't lose sight of that.

Tell your wife the flowers were exquisite tonight, if you would.

The people that actually make it happen,

they don't sit around and wait.

People in this room... they...

They know nothing about that.

Underestimate the people in this room at your own peril.

They may not use garrotes

- or cement shoes.

One phone call to the right person, and well...

Bye-bye, Gracie Mansion.

That's a threat?

No.

No, no, no, it's, uh... It's a warning.

- Oh.

- Oh. - Yeah.

It seems my suits aren't fitting like they were.

I guess we have to get you a new wardrobe, then.

...Astoria. It is rumored dating back to the 1800s...

Workin' late?

Presently, Track 61 is used as a storage...

I hope that's not for you.

...and a van.

Oh boy.

What's up?

Cherry, what is it?

You're gonna hear about it anyway, but I-- I'd rather you hear it from me.

- Okay. - I got a call from my guy at the precinct.

Said there's a serial killer out there. They're going through a DEFCON scenario.

How many victims?

Cherry?

What? How-- How many?

Upwards of 60, so they say.

They've identified a suspect, though.

- Who is it? - Graffiti artist,

paintin' walls all around town.

Goes by the name "Muse."

Apparently...

Apparently what?

He paints with his victims' blood.

Matt...

you gotta be straight with me, buddy.

You gotta let this one go.

Just let the police do their jobs.

These people are like parasites.

Can't they see how important this port project is?

- Sir. - Hi.

- Vanessa, this way, this way. - Yes.

There's something you need to see.

Very nice to see you.

Yes, I remember Brian, of course.

Vanessa.

I'm sorry, but there's pressing business.

Can you make my apologies for me?

Yes, of course.

These came straight from the forensic team, sir.

Man's obviously mocking the police.

We can use this.

- Marker. - Do you feel safe on the streets?

I ain't supposed to say nothin', but I hear two girls have gone missing.

I mean, nobody really knows what happened to them,

but when you go missing down here in the city,

everyone knows something is up.

We hear that there's one girl or a couple girls found dead,

but they're drained out of their blood.

We really need someone out here to, like, protect us,

'cause, baby, I don't feel safe out here.

This is ridiculous.

I've got a serial killer on the loose, you cut the force's overtime,

and now I need to report to you on the Muse case?

Well, I care about this city.

Then put more cops on the street!

That's exactly why I asked you here.

I intend to.

A task force.

Hand-picked by me.

This is every bad apple in the barrel.

Yes, it appears your officers have a subculture amongst them.

People like to use the word "gang."

I prefer "motivated individuals."

And due to the extreme nature of these crimes,

this task force will have special powers and privileges...

- Like overtime.

And... no body cameras.

That sort of thing.

Ah... And who the hell's gonna oversee this?

Like I said, I care about the city.

- ...last week, right? - Yeah.

- We gotta make that pickup. - No, we don't.

- We're not gonna get that guy... - Stop.

This city is in a crisis.

A serial killer is roaming our streets.

He needs to be stopped!

Okay, but, uh, why us?

Because some of you...

You're victims of bad luck.

Others, you've been a little overzealous.

But all of you, throughout your careers, have shown initiative.

Sergeant Cole North.

Yes, sir.

Born and raised in Chicago,

top of your class in the Academy,

made Detective in only three years. That's quite impressive.

Yet here you are in New York.

You lost it all.

Tell us what happened January 14th.

I was responding to a call, possible drug activity in the park.

Upon my arrival, I saw a guy hand an 11-year-old some oxy.

The guy denied everything.

So, I... encouraged him to tell the truth.

Captain didn't see it that way.

There's a lotta shitbags in the world, sir.

Now there's a lot less of 'em.

Yes, that-- that's right.

- Sometimes...

...when you need to get the job done, it requires a little...

well, creative thinking.

I assume Gallo has told you that we have a serial killer in our midst.

I want to be clear.

I've brought you here because of your skills.

Because of your ability to get results.

Consider yourself founding members of my Anti-Vigilante Task Force.

Buck?

This killer, Muse, he wears a mask.

Well, that's because he's afraid. I don't want you to be afraid.

I want you to show your faces, because you are New York's finest,

- and this city is yours!

And you're not gonna let some masked criminals

take it away from you!

- Yeah! - Isn't that right?

Okay.

Designed to ferry VIPs to one of New York's luxury hotels.

It is rumored to be an entranceway to a series of abandoned rail tunnels

dating back to the 1800s.

- Call from Ayala Home.

Answer or decline?

Call from Ayala--

- Hello? - Matt? It's Soledad.

I'm sorry to call you so late.

No, Soledad, it's fine. What's-- What's goin' on?

It's Angela. She still hasn't come home. That's not like her.

Has she been in touch with you?

She told me she was going to see you, Matt.

I'm worried. I'm so worried. She's never done this before.

I didn't know who else to call. She's never--

It's okay. Soledad, it's okay.

Just stay where you are.

911, what is your emergency?

Hello?

Hello? 911.

Fuck it.

I can imagine that Vanessa

would like for me to let you go.

Thank you.

Thank you!

But that's a difficult thing for me to do.

You understand that, right?

How we are... locked together.

Our experience... shared.

And... when I was younger, smaller,

I went up against men three times my size.

Yeah.

Men who knew how to use their hands, and they did so, often.

And I learned that...

a simple tool,

it can be a great equalizer.

Mine!

"Thou did establish Saint Ives as a judge in the midst of his brethren,

"making him a friend and advocate of the poor.

"Do thou make us, by his intercession,

"steadfast in the pursuit of justice

- "and confident in that merciful goodness.

- "Through Christ our Lord

"who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit,

"Amen."

- Daredevil?

It's okay. I'm here.

Yeah. I'm here.