Daredevil, Season 2

Foggy:
You ever wake up in the morning... from the second you get out of bed, it's like... every molecule in your body hurts?

Matt:
No, never.

Foggy:
I'm in agony, dude.

Matt:
What, did you go back to the gym?

Foggy:
Hell, no! Do I look capable of making healthy life choices? I went out, Matthew. Went out dancing.

Matt:
I'm choosing not to believe that.

Foggy:
And yet, it's true.

Foggy:
You know what my problem is?

Matt:
Well, it ain't the moves.

Foggy:
You know I got the moves. That's the tragedy of you being blind, you've never seen me dance.

Matt:
Yeah, but I can cite the legends I heard in law school.

Karen:
Well, uh, Mr. Marino's dog was viciously beaten by his neighbor after the dog, um... defiled the neighbor's statue of Saint Francis.

Matt:
"Defiled"?

Karen Page:
Um... humped repeatedly until completion.

Foggy:
That's a dog I want to defend.

Foggy:
You can't drink the water here. Josie's pipes have issues.

Matt:
Rust, mold.

Foggy:
I think I can actually see the bacteria floating in there.

Karen:
Oh, ew, ew.

Matt:
See, that... that's why we, uh, keep our cocktails neat.

Foggy:
Pretend you're abroad. On vacation someplace exotic, but no mojitos. Josie just throws mint in the beer.

[Matt seems to have Castle cornered]

Frank Castle:
[pulls a pistol] Bang. [shoots Daredevil in the head]

Matt:
Hey, Foggy, can I get some aspirin?

Foggy:
You sure you don't want an x-ray? Maybe a psych eval?

Matt:
An aspirin's fine, buddy.

Blake Tower:
It's an ongoing investigation. But our intelligence people are close to completing a profile.

Foggy:
A profile?

Blake:
Even got a code name.

Foggy:
Like what? "Killdozer," or "Dumbass With A Gun"?

Blake:
Not quite. They're calling this one "The Punisher".

[Castle walks into a pawn shop. He approaches the owner, who nervously grabs the handle of the double barreled gun under his desk]

Pawn Shop Owner:
Do I know you?

Castle:
I need an NYPD mobile communications rig. One that gets encrypted tactical frequencies.

Pawn Shop Owner:
[scoffs] What do I look like, RadioShack? Anyway, dealing in this shit is illegal. [Castle puts a couple $100 bills down on the counter] You sure you're not a cop? 'Cause that's trouble I don't need. [Castle moves to pick up his money] Whoa, whoa, whoa! I gotta ask, right? Just hold on. [The owner unlocks a cabinet in the back and removes a heavy satchel containing a communications rig] Yep. Straight out of Officer McDipshit's dashboard. Gets you tactical bands, surveillance feeds. Hell, it'll probably pick up the mayor banging his boyfriend. [Castle scoffs] It's a grand. We're talking about a one-of-a-kind item. [Castle counts out a few more $100s and plants them on the counter. Castle notices the surveillance camera watching the counter]

Castle:
Video tape.

Pawn Shop Owner:
Sure. What the hell. [He removes the tape from the system]

Castle:
What about the double-barrel under the counter? [Castle deposits a few more $100s. The owner takes out his double-barrel and empties the shells. Castle pockets the shells, then picks up the communications rig and begins walking towards the door]

Pawn Shop Owner:
[clears throat] Hey, man, hold on. Sure I can't get you anything else? You know, I got it all, man. Yeah, bondage... back-door, grannies. Or maybe you're in the market for something younger? She's barely 12. Guaranteed! [Castle stops and drops his satchel] Haha, you like that, huh? For a 100$, she's all yours. [Castle flips the sign in the door from "Open" to "Closed", then turns around and begins walking back towards the counter] That's my man. [As he strides towards the counter, Castle picks up a baseball bat] What the hell are you doin'? Hey, man, just take it easy. [stammering] I'm just trying to make a buck! [Castle swings the bat at the owner's head]

[Karen and Foggy are at the office]

Foggy:
Anything else we've been ignoring?

Karen:
Uh, yeah. Um... There you go. [hands Foggy a bunch of envelopes]

Foggy:
Thank you. [flips through the mail] "Overdue." "Past Due." "Final Notice." Hey! "First Notice." That's a win.

Matt:
You think, uh you think he's crazy? Uh, the Punisher?

Karen:
No. I think he was inevitable.

Matt:
Inevitable? How so?

Karen:
Maybe maybe we created him. All of us. The moment that we let Daredevil, or the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, or whatever it is...

Matt:
There's there's no connection.

Karen:
Well, actually, I think it's a pretty straight line, Matt. Daredevil practiced vigilante justice in our backyard and we applauded him for it. I know that I did. And we never stopped to think that maybe his actions could open the door for men like this. Men men with guns. Men who think that the law belongs to them.

Matt:
There's a difference.

Karen:
Well, I don't see it. Not anymore.

Daredevil:
I'm just saying, I know it can be hard.

Castle:
Do you? You know it can be hard? You run around this city in a pair of little boy's pajamas and a mask. You go home at night, right? Take that mask off, maybe you think…it wasn't you who did those things, maybe it was somebody else. Well, see, soldiers... we don't wear masks, yeah? We don't get that privilege.

Claire:
You know, you're good with people.

Foggy:
Yeah, I'm a real charmer.

Claire:
I'm serious. The only thing I ever saw stop a thug mid-fight... was a bigger thug.

Foggy:
Yeah, I like to keep it thuggish.

Castle:
I think that the people I kill need killing, that's what I think.

Daredevil:
You left men hanging from meat hooks!

Castle:
They got off easy, in my opinion.

Daredevil:
You shot up a hospital.

Castle:
Yeah, and nobody got hurt who didn't deserve it.

Daredevil:
Oh, yeah. What--what about you, Frank? What happens the day someone decides you deserve it?

Castle:
I'll tell you what, they better not miss.

Castle:
Look around, Red. This city, it stinks. It's a sewer. It stinks and it smells like shit and I can't get the stink out of my nose. I think that this world, it needs men that are willing to make the hard call. I think you and me are the same!

Daredevil:
That's bullshit, Frank, and you know it!

Castle:
Only I do the one thing that you can't. You hit them and they get back up, I hit them and they stay down. It's permanent. I make sure that they don't make it out on the street again. I take pride in that.

Daredevil:
The people you murder deserve another chance.

Castle:
What, to kill again? Rape again? Is that what you want?

Daredevil:
No, Frank. To try again, Frank. To try. And if you don't get that, there's something broken in you, you can't fix, and you really are a nutjob.

Castle:
What did you say?

Daredevil:
You're... you're unhinged... Frank. You are. You think God made you a one-man firing squad. But you're wrong. There is goodness in people, even in you. And you're gonna have to kill me, 'cause I'm never gonna stop coming for you, until I take you down. You wanna know why?

Castle:
Why's that?

Daredevil:
Because you're insane.

Finn Cooley:
The Irish may not have invented revenge, but we sure as hell took some time perfecting it.

Castle:
I gotta say, sometimes... sometimes I think you really just might be the Devil.

Daredevil:
Sometimes I think I might be, too.

Castle:
It's... One Batch, Two Batch, Penny and Dime, you know? It was her favorite book. You gotta cross the ocean, and go fight. You see, whole time you're thinking you're gonna be scared, right? But then you're not. See, that part of it was always easy for me. Killing. Even watching my buddies die, it just didn't mean nothing. The first time I got scared was on a plane on the way home. I kept thinking God was gonna pull the rug out from under us, you know? Shit, that's his kind of funny, you know. But the plane landed safe and we were home. Driving through traffic. Yeah, you pass fast food and donut shops and all that greasy shit, the shit you fought to protect, and then the car stops. We were outside her school. I get to her classroom, right? She's in there, but she's got no idea. She's got no idea Daddy's home. I walk in, these kids, they're not even studying, they're-they're doing some kind of yoga. Yeah. You know? She's there. She's doing her poses, you know, she's bending and, you know, she's moving. She looks like a flower. Yeah. And you know, you can't even understand it, you know, how does something like that have... How does something that beautiful have... How does that... how does that come from me, you know? And she looks up and she sees me. I see her. By God, that's real. That's real, Red. Boom. In an instant, she's across that classroom floor, she's in my arms. She's squeezing me so tight, I swear I was gonna bust a rib, you know? We just stayed there like that, we're holding each other. Teacher's filming the whole thing on her phone, you know, she's gonna put it on YouTube or some shit. She can't hold the thing steady, because, you know, she's... she's bawling so hard, and the kids are all wailing, you know, they're screaming. And me? Shit, I'm the worst of all. I'm a... I'm a rubber-faced clown, you know? I cried so hard. But not my baby. Not my girl. You know, she's my girl. She's... she's not crying, she's holding me up. My girl, she's keeping me on my feet. She says, "I knew it, Daddy. I knew it." And then we go home. To the wife, the boy. Place is the exact same, it's like it was just holding its breath waiting for me to get back, you know? Then it hit me. All of it, you know? The first time I felt how tired I was, you know, I was just tired, you know? You ever been tired, Red?

Daredevil:
Yeah.

Castle:
So, you know. It's just, I couldn't do nothing, you know? All the things. I couldn't take my wife to bed. Ball with the boy. Shit... I was too tired, I couldn't even drink a goddamn beer, you know? But not her. My girl was up. See, she wanted to, uh, she wanted me to tuck her in. She... she outgrew it, she knew it, but she didn't care. She wanted it. She had that book. Her favorite book was out on the pillows. One Batch, Two Batch, Penny and Dime, you know? I read her that book every night before this shit. I read it every single night, but, see, that was over now, because Daddy's home now. She looked at me and she begged me, Red. She begged. She begged. I said, "No. Daddy's too tired, see. But I'll... I'll read to you tomorrow night. I promise." Yeah. Never think that for her there was not gonna be any tomorrow, see? The last time I'd see her, I'd be holding her lifeless body in my arms. Meat was spilling out of her, Red. The place where her face used to be. I think I'm done, Red. I think I'm done.

Castle:
I guess, uh... I guess I was wrong.

Daredevil:
About?

Castle:
About you being a pussy.

Daredevil:
Don't get all sweet on me now, Frank.

Foggy:
Careful, Matt.

Matt:
What's that?

Foggy:
Keep going like this, you just might end up happy. And for a Catholic boy, that's a pretty dangerous thing.

[Foggy has swiped some caviar while he and Matt crash a party]

Foggy:
Are you gonna kick us out, bro?

Waiter:
Depends. Are you pompous jackasses?

Matt:
Uh, well, we're not... pompous.

Elektra Natchios:
A long time ago, before he died, my father did business with the Roxxon Corporation.

Matt:
Roxxon?

Elektra:
Energy, cleaning supplies, macaroni and cheese. Child labor, slave trade. They have their fingers in everything. I believe it's called diversification.

Elektra:
You're the only person I can trust.

Matt:
Well, sweetheart, you don't break into my house and then talk to me about trust.

[Blake pays a visit to Nelson & Murdock]

Foggy:
You know it's really not a good idea to piss her off. So, what can I do for the Assistant District Attorney?

Blake:
It's more, "what I can do for you", Mr. Nelson. We need all your files on the Grote case. Notes, interviews, any and all recordings and e-mails.

Foggy:
And in return, we get...

Blake:
I convince District Attorney Reyes to scratch the names of Nelson and Murdock off her shit-list.

Foggy:
Wow. There's an actual list?

Blake:
Mr. Nelson, I-

Foggy:
I'm sorry. Believe me, the sooner this Punisher mess is off our plate, the better. So show me a subpoena and... [Blake appears to be somewhat nervous] Is there a problem?

Blake:
[takes a seat] Are you really gonna make me jump through hoops for this?

Foggy:
Trust me, there's nothing I'd rather do more than cooperate with your office. But a legal firm sharing privileged communications with a client, I mean, even a deceased one, without a court order? I've seen lawyers get disbarred for less. And I don't know about you, but I worked really hard for my law degree. Nights and everything.

Blake:
Reyes... she staked all her political chips on the conviction of this Punisher freak. Now, if things'll go her way, there'll be an opening in the District Attorney's office in the not-so-distant future.

Foggy:
And DA Tower has a nice ring to it.

Blake:
Now, I'd start considering the benefits that could accrue if your firm were more... cooperative.

Foggy:
Like I said. Show me a subpoena, and I'll cooperate like a son of a bitch.

Blake:
Reyes is gonna roll over you like a tank.

Foggy:
You keep saying that. And yet... still kinda here.

Matt:
I don't drink anything they don't serve at Josie's.

Karen:
Yeah, well, I don't see swill on the menu.

Matt:
I wanna know how you found me.

Elektra:
I know who you are because I watch the news. "The successful apprehension of Wilson Fisk."

Matt:
I wear a mask.

Elektra:
Well, you can't mask that ass. I'd know it anywhere.

Elektra:
I have a rule of my own.

Matt:
Shoot.

Elektra:
No sex.

Matt:
Oh, my God. You have a pair on you. This may come as a surprise to you, but I've actually moved on in the ten years since you left. I'm seeing someone now, which is only part of the reason why I have zero interest in ever starting anything up with you ever again.

Elektra:
Of course you do. Check, please.

Matt:
You're still so arrogant.

Elektra:
Just realistic.

Matt:
What makes you think every man you meet wants to sleep with you?

Elektra:
Because so far, they have.

Karen:
Is this your first case?

Christopher Roth:
Second. I won my first. Domestic violence. I believe in protecting women.

Karen:
[sarcastically] Thanks, from all of us.

Foggy:
Is this about saving a man or saving a vigilante?

Matt:
He's a person. Like you, Foggy. Like me. And he shouldn't have to die.

Matt:
After last night, the Yakuza know they've been compromised, which means security's gonna be tight.

Elektra:
There was a time when you trusted me.

Matt:
When was that?

Foggy:
Mr. Castle is as much a victim... no, he's not. Okay, so... you're 19... standing in hot sand... sun burning down... noise... yelling, gunfire... The only thing that you know for sure is that you're surrounded by an enemy that wants you dead. But you do it. You endure it. Why? Because you have orders. And you have a duty. And also because your life doesn't end here. You have people you love waiting at home. Because... aside from being a decorated Marine, the man before you is a good husband and an excellent father. Frank Castle returned from the hell of war wanting nothing more than to pick up his life. But his wife, young son, and daughter were brutally murdered by criminals, and no one, not the police and certainly not the District Attorney stepped up to make it right. See, Frank Castle never came home. He just traded in one war zone for another. This trial isn't about vigilantes. It's about the failure of the justice system. And how one man, Frank Castle, is being used as a pawn to cover up that system's mistakes. The prosecution wants blood. But as the judge just said, to get it, they have to prove their case beyond a reasonable doubt. So all I'm asking of you today... keep an open mind. That's all, Your Honor.

Karen:
Just for a minute... try... try to be Frank Castle. To be solely fueled by... by a single cluster of seconds. One moment in... in your entire life... And every time you close your eyes, you relive that moment. And every time you open them, you find only the... the briefest peace before you realize that that nightmare is real. That nothing has changed. Your family isn't coming back. And so you watch them die... all over again right in front of you. We're not talking about something that happened to Frank Castle, we're talking about something that is happening to him.

Matt:
Your Honor, New York hasn't seen a trial this divisive and this public in years.

Foggy:
Finding an impartial jury is not easy. Everybody has an opinion about Frank Castle.

Judge Cynthia Batzer:
It's New York, Mr. Nelson. Everybody has an opinion about everything.

Elektra:
What do you tell people? About? Where you got your scars?

Matt:
Um... Lucky me, I wear suits to work, so... rarely comes up.

Elektra:
What do you tell the women you bring home?

Matt:
Well, they're enjoying themselves too much.

Elektra:
I was only following your rules.

Daredevil:
What rules?

Elektra:
You don't get what you want by day. You take it by force at night. This is who you are, Matthew. And don't fool yourself into thinking it's anything else.

Castle:
You know those, uh... those people? The ones I put down, the people I killed? I want you to know that I'd do it all again. This is a circus, all right? It's a charade, it's an act. It's bullshit about how crazy I am.

Batzer:
Language.

Castle:
I ain't crazy! I'm not crazy. Okay? I know what I did. I know who I am. And I do not need your help. I'm smack-dab in the middle of my right goddamn mind, and any scumbag, any... any lowlife, any maggot piece of shit that I put down, I did it... because I liked it!

Batzer:
Order.

Castle:
Hell, I loved it! I'm sittin' here, I'm... I'm just itching. I'm itching to do it again. And you think... What, you think you're gonna send me to a nuthouse? Some doctor, they're gonna get me to stop from doing what I want to do? Well, that ain't happening! Not on my watch! You people, you call me the Punisher, ain't that right? The big bad Punisher.

Batzer:
Bailiff!

Castle:
Well, here I am! You want it, you got it!

Batzer:
Remove the witness.

Castle:
I am the Punisher! I'm right here! You want it, I'll give it to you. And anybody who came here today to hear me whine, to hear me beg? Well, you can kiss my ass! Do you hear me? I'm guilty. Come on, please, Judge! I'm guilty, you hear me? I'm guilty! I'm guilty!

Elektra:
We live on the front lines. Like it or not.

Matt:
It doesn't mean we have to fight Stick's way. He kills his enemies, and we don't have to.

Elektra:
You make that choice sound so easy.

Matt:
No, it's not easy. It's impossible. But it's a choice and it's a choice that I remake every single day. Every second, sometimes. And you can, too.

Stick:
They found the secret.

Matt:
What secret?

Stick:
Immortality. Bringing the dead back to life.

Matt:
Come on, Stick.

Stick:
I thought you were a Catholic, Matty. Doesn't your whole belief system hinge on one guy pulling that off?

Matt:
All right, Frank. You don't want to tell us? I'll tell you. I'm gonna tell you exactly what kind of man you are. You're the kind of man this city needs. Because, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we all know this city needs help. Needs it now. Not tomorrow, not next week, not when the day comes, when the corruption that Wilson Fisk left in his wake is flushed out for good, and the police force is finally back on its feet. We need it now. 'Cause this city's been sick. And the cops, they can't fix it alone, they need... we all need men and women who are willing to take the fight themselves. The kind of people who risk their lives so that we can walk safe at night in our own neighborhoods. The ones our esteemed District Attorney here is trying so hard to destroy. New York needs these people. We need... heroes.

Elektra:
Why are you so good?

Matt:
I'm not.

Elektra:
Yes. There's a light inside you. I tried to snuff it out in college. I'm so lucky I failed.

Fisk:
You have a gift, Mr. Castle. I assumed that the stories 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.

[Fisk has arranged for Castle to take out Dutton, the prison kingpin]

Castle:
The hell is this?

Fisk:
I'm in control now. And I've set you free.

Castle:
What does that mean, "free"? [stands up, panting] I'll show you.

Fisk:
'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.

Castle:
You want me on the outside so I can step on every piece of shit I see. That way, nobody gets strong, and we... the city's yours for the taking.

Fisk:
Something like that.

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

Fisk:
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 your justice, to kill your way to justice. And not for me. Of course not. Not for yourself. For your family. For them.

Foggy:
You don't get to create danger, and then protect us from that danger. That's not heroic. That's insane.

Dutton:
I just wanna make that clear... in case you get any ideas about stepping up.

Fisk:
I have no intentions of doing that.

Dutton:
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.

Fisk:
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.

[Fisk visits Dutton in the prison infirmary after Castle's attack]

Fisk:
The physician says that your condition 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.

Daredevil:
Wait... You're dead.

Nobu:
There is no such thing.

Claire:
Always the last place you look. But you knew I was coming, huh?

Matt:
I heard you. Three stories down.

Claire:
You do know that sounds creepy, right?

Matt:
Yeah, I've been told.

Claire:
I brought you coffee.

Matt:
No, thanks.

Claire:
Right. Forgot, you like to suffer. Well, the joke's on you... 'cause our vending machine coffee really sucks.

Matt:
I know where to start.

Foggy:
You always know where to start. You just never know when to stop, Matt.

[Matt is interviewing Wilson Fisk in prison]

Fisk:
Sometimes I'm glad I'm in here. The fate of New York City is out of my hands, for once.

Matt:
[slams his hand on the table] That's bullshit!

Fisk:
I don't know what you expect from me. But we're finished here. Mr. Donovan? [Donovan clicks off the tape recorder]

Matt:
Vanessa. [This gets Fisk's attention] You asked me if I remembered the art gallery. I do. I remember her very well. She's out of the country; she....wants to come back.

Fisk:
[to Donovan] Leave us. [Donovan steps out]

Matt:
So listen to me very closely: I will use every legal loophole and footnote to make certain that never happens. You see, unlike your other adversaries, Mr. Fisk, I can break you without breaking a single law. You may have expensive lawyers, but with one envelope and $6 postage, I can make sure Vanessa never sets foot on American soil again. One letter to the right office, and I get her visa pulled. I can prove she was an accomplice to every one of your crimes. And now you're thinking you can serve your sentence, hop on a jet, go to her whenever you like. Live somewhere like Monaco, or…I don't know, wherever the hell you fat cats go to sun yourselves. But you can't. You can visit her, but you'll never live with her. Because this is New York, Wilson. You live here. This is your jungle. This is your blood, like it is mine. She will never come... and you'll never leave. You screw with me now, just a little bit…and you'll never really be with your one and only Vanessa ever again.

[Fisk snaps, breaks his handcuffs, lunges over the table, and pounds Matt's head repeatedly against the table]

Fisk:
SPEAK HER NAME AGAIN! GO AHEAD! [Matt punches him, and Fisk slams him into the table again] Yes, the son of a boxer!

Matt:
You... You are running this place! Yeah, you did set him free...

Fisk:
You ask such small questions, Mr. Murdock.

Matt:
I know you're regaining power in here-

Fisk:
Yes, ask my lawyer. He'll deny it. Ask the guards, they'll deny it! Ask the inmates here. They'll cut their tongues out before they talk! But I have something to say to you: When I finally get out of this cage, I will dismantle the lives of the two amateurs THAT PUT ME IN HERE!! You, Mr. Murdock, and Franklin Percy Nelson!

Matt:
No, I-- I put you here! Not Nelson! I did!

Fisk:
The two of you took the laurels. You'll both take the blame. I'll chop both the heads off that snake, and I'll spend more than $6 on postage to bring you down! You see, I've had a lot of time to reflect on my journey here, Mr. Murdock! My mistakes, everything I took for granted. While I try and sleep in this bleak place, the one thing that keeps me warm is the thought that I will look down upon this city, the city that birthed me, with the woman that I love, whom I love with everything that I am! If you're worried that Frank Castle will wreak havoc on Hell's Kitchen, [throws Matt back into his seat]...just wait.

Jacques Duchamps:
I know what you've done, and who you have killed. The list is long. The pilot in Buenos Aires, the lawyer in Berlin... and that very messy episode in Morocco. I'm still trying to understand how one woman can fit six bodies in the trunk of a Maserati.

Elektra:
Are you gonna try to kill me?

Jacques:
Something like that.

Elektra:
Well, you ought to know... it's rude to keep a girl waiting.

Karen:
You would never have pulled this patriarchal shit with Ben. I can take care of myself.

Ellison:
You're right. And I'll never make that mistake again. Not about someone I care about.

Castle:
Now you need to go in the back and get the waitress. You tell the cook and anyone else who's back there to find the biggest piece of stainless steel and you get under it. Go now.

Karen:
Wait a minute, wh-what's happening?

Castle:
The Buick. It drove around the block three times before it pulled up.

Karen:
Who are they?

Castle:
Just some guys who are about to walk into a diner for the last time.

Karen:
You-you wanted them here. You parked me outside like...bait.

Castle:
You need to go.

Karen:
You're such an asshole.

Castle:
Yeah. You got that right.

Castle:
Look, I might generally be considered out of my skull, so this might not mean much, but this could be the craziest, most batshit thing I've ever heard in my life. People that can hurt you, the ones that can really hurt you, are the ones that are close enough to do it. People that get inside you and... and... and tear you apart, and make you feel like you're never gonna recover. shit. I'd... I... I would chop my arm off right here, in this restaurant, just to feel that one more time for my wife. My old lady, she didn't just break my heart. She... She'd rip it out, she'd tear it apart, she'd step on that shit, feed it to a dog. I mean, she was ruthless. She brought the pain. But she'll never hurt me again. You see, I'll never feel that. You sit here and you're all confused about this thing, but you have it. You have everything. So, hold on to it. Use two hands and never let go. You got it?

Daredevil:
I can't let you start a war for the wrong reasons.

Castle:
Maybe a war is what I need. Maybe I need that. These people, they took my children from me! They killed my kids! Don't you get that?!

Daredevil:
We do right by them! Help me. Work with me to find the men who gave the order!

Castle:
And then what, Red? We gonna-- We gonna bring 'em in for justice, is that what we're gonna do? Your way's bullshit, Red, it doesn't work! I need 'em... I need 'em gone, it's gotta be permanent, it's gotta be finished!

Daredevil:
I-- I understand. You're right; my way isn't working. So maybe just this once... Maybe... Y'know... Your way's what it's gonna take.

Castle:
Wait, "just this once". No, no, no, Red, that's... that's not how it works. It's just... You cross over on my side of the line, you don't get to come back from that. Not ever.

Claire:
That candle that you're burning at both ends? Sooner or later, it's gonna fizzle out.

Matt:
I'm fine. Really.

Claire:
You know the problem with martyrs? The good ones end up dead.

Gao:
I see from the uniform you've taken the Devil's name to heart.

Daredevil:
Yeah, I had to... 'cause of people like you.

Daredevil:
Thanks, Madame Gao.

Gao:
But I fear that the path you've chosen... isn't going to be an easy one.

Daredevil:
Yeah, it never is.

Young Elektra:
You said we're going to war.

Stick:
We are. And there'll be a time and place for you to turn yourself loose. But right now, the last thing you want is for everybody here to be scared shitless of you. Tame that fire... or they'll tame it for you.

Elektra:
You tried to have me killed.

Stick:
You got that right.

Elektra:
You want me to help you save the man who ordered my death?

Daredevil:
Yes.

Elektra:
You really do hate me.

Nobu Yoshioka:
It's painful, raising children. We spend our lives teaching them to be strong, to be independent. Not realizing that once we have achieved that... they are no longer in our control.

Ellison:
Look, look, Karen, Karen... I understand that this whole journalism thing is new to you, but a real journalist doesn't just up and quit.

Karen:
Well, that's not fair.

Ellison:
That's exactly fair! Stories don't disappear, they... they change. They become different stories.

Jeri Hogarth:
Hopefully you'll find our starting salary competitive.

Foggy:
That's one way to describe it.

Jeri:
It gets better. How does Hogarth, Chow, Benowitz & Nelson sound?

Foggy:
Like a mouthful. I mean, a good mouthful.

Matt:
So, what if... What if... from now on, if... if we make it... wherever you run, I... I run with you?

Elektra:
You're not serious.

Matt:
I've never been more serious. This... Elektra, this is a part of me that I need. And you're the only one who gets it. Without this, I'm not alive. I'm not. Not really. And I know that now, thanks to you. I don't know what we are together, and if we have any chance in the future... But I... I do know that I'm free with you. Like with no one else.

Elektra:
You hide from yourself. You don't let anyone in.

Matt:
You. I let you in. Think about it. What if this isn't the end? What if it's just the beginning?

Elektra:
No... They'll find us.

Matt:
No, we'll keep moving. We'll change identities. We'll... we'll hide. They'll never catch us. What do you say?

Elektra:
Uh, I say... let's go to London. Yeah? Madrid. Tunisia. There are sexy places to hide.

Matt:
Hey, I've never been further north than 116th Street, so...

Elektra:
Because you love New York.

Matt:
And I'd give my life for it, but... there's one thing in this world that makes me feel more alive. And that's you.

Elektra:
I'm the Black Sky, Matthew.

Matt:
Yeah, and I'm the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

Nobu:
No one... escapes destiny. [to Elektra] You belong to us. [to Daredevil] And you... belong in the ground. [yells]

Daredevil:
You're done, Nobu. Your army will crumble. And you will leave my city alone.

Nobu:
Your city belongs to no one. And she... belongs to us!

Stick:
Was it worth it?

Matt:
What?

Stick:
Loving her.

Matt:
You taught me to cut all my ties to humanity... to other people. I had only a few moments with her... amidst all the... noise, chaos, and the violence. We were together only for moments. That was all. Orchids. She likes orchids. And, yeah, Stick... it was worth it.

Stick:
Matt, you are the toughest son of a bitch I have ever met. Let's go home.

Karen:
"What is it, to be a hero? Look in the mirror and you'll know." [sighs] [typing] "Look into your own eyes and tell me you are not heroic, that you have not endured, or suffered... or lost the things you care about most. And yet, here you are... a survivor of Hell's Kitchen... the hottest place anyone's ever known. A place where cowards don't last long. So... you must be a hero. We all are. Some more than others, but none of us alone. Some bloody their fists trying to keep the Kitchen safe. Others bloody the streets in the hope they can stop the tide, the crime, the cruelty... the disregard for human life all around them. But this is Hell's Kitchen. Angel or Devil, rich or poor, young or old, you live here. You didn't choose this town. It chose you. Because a hero isn't someone who lives above us, keeping us safe. A hero's not a God or an idea. A hero lives here on the street, among us, with us. Always here, but rarely recognized. Look in the mirror and see yourself for what you truly are. You're a New Yorker. You are a hero. This is your Hell's Kitchen. Welcome home.

Karen:
What am I doing here, Matt?

Matt:
I, uh, have something...

Karen:
No. I don't want...

Matt:
I have something that I need you to see. [Matt pulls the Daredevil mask out of the package as Karen looks at him, first in confusion and then in dawning realization and shock] I'm Daredevil.