Isn't it a bit early for beer?
Depends what kind of day you're having.
“Unfinished Business” · Season 1, Episode 15
In this episode: Dean Winchester (940), Damon Salvatore (715), Sam Winchester (665), Olivia Benson (637), Stephen Fry (608), Narrator (554), Clark Kent (523), Nate (486)
Reach out to Gao.
Me? What if she's the one who did all this?
Well, you said you didn't think it was her.
What the hell do I know? I was almost poisoned. I'm not thinking straight.
Speak with Gao... if she wasn't involved, we might need her support against further unpleasantries.
And if she was involved?
Then it's been an honor doing business with you.
I don't know how to pray. My father was not a religious man. My mother wanted to be -- I think, needed to be -- but she never quite found it within herself. I'd seen it in movies, watched it on television. I read it in books when I was a child. After I was sent away, I tried to mimic the words. The sentiment. But it was false. It was an imitation of faith. No... I can't pray for you. All I can do is make you a promise. One that not even God, if there is such a thing, can prevent me from keeping. The people that did this to you... They will suffer, Vanessa.
Do you love this city?
I, I, um, haven't been here long enough.
Huh. I find a few days, a week at most, is ample time to form an emotional response. Growing to love something is really simply forgetting slowly what you dislike about it. I'll be perfectly honest, the situation calls for it, I do not love this city. The crush of the unwashed garbage stacked on the sidewalk, the air that seems to adhere to your skin, the layer of filth you can never completely wash away.
Maybe you should move.
[. . .]
[after Wesley leaves his gun on the table, Karen summons up enough strength to grab it and point it at him]
[bluffing] Do you really think I would put a loaded gun on the table where you could reach it?
I don't know. [cocks it] Do you really think this is the first time I've shot someone?
Miss Page—
[Karen calls Wesley's bluff and shoots him in the right shoulder; he stares at her in shock, and she puts six more rounds into his chest, killing him]
It's a difficult thing, isn't it? Taking a life. Feeling the weight and responsibility of all the years the person you've murdered has lived—moments that they've cherished, the dreams that they've struggled towards—gone, because of you. I want you to know something. Something important that I've learned: that it gets easier the more you do it.
Did something happen?
Yes. The world fell apart. Didn't you notice?
Run the article. It'll sell papers, it's sexy.
MEMitchell Ellison
You sound like a whore.
Well, I learned how to be one from you. I get lucky sometimes, sure. Land a story that makes a difference, like Union Allied. But most of the time, now, working for this paper... I might as well be wearing lipstick and a red dress.
So, what's our play here?
The wheel constantly turns. We must adapt to its position, or be crushed beneath it.
What? Where the hell are you going?
I will visit my homeland and reflect upon the future.
Home? China?
It is a considerable distance farther.
Wind blows the hardest the closer you get to the mountain top.
DDoris
[to Ben] You never needed that man. You never needed that paper. You only ever needed a story. Go tell it.
[Fisk has broken into Ben's apartment]
People seek the truth no matter where they find it.
That may have been the case when you and I were young. This world around us is preoccupied with celebrity weddings and videos of cats. But complicated issues, issues that matter? They take too much focus. They take too much time away from texting and the thousand channels on the satellite dish.
Guess I have more faith in humanity.
Ah. So did Christ, if I recall. I'll go. Just one more thing: Were you alone when you spoke to my mother?
[realizing] Your guy at the Bulletin?
Yes, I received a call that was upsetting. Were you alone?
Yeah. I was alone.
Wesley, was that you?
Wesley?
Yes, I didn't think so. You're a man of principle, of conviction. I understand that, I even admire it. But you went after my mother. That's not something that I can forgive.
I wrote a lot of stories in my years pushing ink. You know how many times people have threatened me get me to keep my mouth shut?
[seething with rage] But this is my mother that you brought into this, Mr. Urich. My mother! So I am not here to threaten you. I'm here to KILL you! [Fisk stands up and grabs Urich by the neck. Urich struggles. Fisk throws him to the ground and chokes him to death with his bare hands]
[at Ben's funeral]
How you holding up?
Like a good Catholic boy.
That bad, huh?
I've spent my entire life hiding assets overseas for pricks like you. My son and I will be just another transaction, disappearing into the tax-exempt ether. But I'm the fair sort. That's why I'm only taking half your money. You go your way, I go mine. Not what I'd call "win-win", but it's as close as we're gonna get with this. So. We on the same page?
I, uh... No. I don't think we are!
I thought "Nelson and Murdock" were over...
There's nothing I want more than to find a way back to where we were, but... I don't know if we can.
No, we can't. But maybe we can find a way to move forward, Foggy.
I was thinking about a story from the Bible.
FGFBI Guard 1
Did I tell you to open your mouth?
FGFBI Guard 2
Let 'im talk. Don't mean nothin'.
I'm not a religious man, but I've read bits and pieces over the years. Curiosity more than faith. But this one story… There was a man, he was traveling from Jerusalem to Jericho when he was set upon by men of ill intent. They stripped the traveler of his clothes, they beat him, and they left him bleeding in the dirt. And a priest happened by, saw the traveler, but he moved to the other side of the road and continued on. And a Levite, a religious functionary, he came to the place, saw the dying traveler, but he, too, moved to the other side of the road, passed him by. But then came a man from Samaria, a Samaritan, a good man. He saw the traveler bleeding in the road and he stopped to aid him without thinking of the circumstance or the difficulty it might bring him. The Samaritan tended to the traveler's wounds, applying oil and wine, and he carried him to an inn, gave him all the money he had for the owner to take care of the traveler, as the Samaritan, he continued on his journey. He did this simply because the traveler was his neighbor. He loved his city and all the people in it. I always thought that I was the Samaritan in that story. It's funny, isn't it? How even the best of men can be deceived by their true nature.
F1FBI Agent 1
What the hell does that mean?
It means that I'm not the Samaritan, that I'm not the priest or the Levite…that I am the ill intent who set upon the traveler on a road that he should not have been on!
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