I understand you're just trying to do your job, but respectfully? if I were wearing a mask, the press would be calling me a hero. Instead, I'm sitting here with you, trying to justify protecting myself.
PPsychiatrist
I'm not the enemy. I'm just trying to... Look, forget the psych bullshit for a minute. Just... tell me for real, how are you?
Yeah, I'm familiar with the M11. Did a couple years in the army, got real cozy with the M11. It's reliable. Let me ask you a question, Craig. This asshole stepdad of yours is giving you so much grief... Why take your own life? Why not...
[Dex notices Julie watching and quickly hunches over the script.]
Because he could've gone to any reporter, Karen, but he came to you. Maybe Matt's finally coming to his senses. But even if he isn't, the way he's been treating us lately has been on him. But us turning our backs would be on us. People have bailed on Matt his whole life, and I'm not gonna be one of 'em. You do what you want, but that's not the kind of friend I wanna be.
I don't know what strings you had to pull to get that waitress a job, but it was a waste of your time. Yeah, they train us in counterintel at Quantico. You really think I'm gonna fall for some bush-league honey trap? You got it in your head that she means something to me. But she doesn't. She doesn't mean shit to me. So what? You... You have me tailed for a few days, you think you know me? Think you got me dialed? You don't, all right? You don't know anything about me. Say something!
When I was a boy... I... beat my father's skull in with a hammer. I was twelve years old. Young for my age, in fact. Terribly inexperienced. I'd never been to a dance with a girl or... stayed up past midnight. Never been out of the city or even taken a subway on my own. Yet there I was. Twelve years old, standing over my father's body... watching him die by my hand. That feeling -- that moment... I sense it's something you're familiar with. You were taught to hide beneath many fictions. You fashioned yourself into something the world would tolerate. A soldier doing his patriotic duty, a sniper in the FBI... The watchful companion of a nice young woman.
Great. James Wesley... What was it like for you when he disappeared? Really, it's those first 24 hours that are the worst, aren't they? When you call and you call and you call, and there's just NO answer. It becomes an obsession. The calling. The never-ending loop of a ghost's voicemail in your ear. You worry. You wonder. You swear "God dammit, if he's still living I'm gonna kill him myself." Is that what it was like for you? Did you rage at him? 'Cause you thought he betrayed you? Because I wonder, what would be worse for you? His duplicity, or his death? He died quickly... if you were wondering. Didn't suffer much. You see, Wilson, Matt Murdock isn't the person you should be worried about. I killed Wesley. I shot him seven times... because the clip ran out. He deserved more.
I don't know if I have the strength to get through this. He's so stubborn, full of fury and foolish pride. Please, watch over him? Keep him from making the same damn mistake that took you from us? Our son is too much like you, Jack.
Would you be honest with yourself? You put on that mask because it lets you feel alright with who you really are. It lets you hurt people, it makes your feel like it's for something important, [overlapping with Fisk's Hallucination] something good, maybe even for God. But that ain't the truth...
FHFisk Hallucination
And we both know it. You and your father, cut from the same cloth. A corrupt boxer who takes as much satisfaction in inflicting pain as he does money for taking dives. And his son, who's trying to convince himself he's any better than his criminal father. You were born from nothing! You remain nothing!