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 and either withhold it or provide it, and they'll do anything.
Not tonight. You're asking New York's elite for money. Sure, they want influence, but they don't need it; it's like selling a busker to a billionaire. It's all just ego and vanity. By simply being there and asking them for money, you're giving them all they care about: reassurance of their supremacy.
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.
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. Now, men who knew how to use their hands, they did so, often. And I learned that a simple tool, it can be a great equalizer.
Yeah. I'm sorry to do this, but you have been tamping down trauma for so long, you can't even see when it's bubbling up inside of you and threatens to ruin everything good you have.
That is kind of you to say, but I'm just the conduit.
BBastian
No, you're the key. Don't you see that? I mean, you've unlocked something in me, Dr. Glenn, something I didn't know was missing! You've allowed my creativity to flourish, to soar to heights I never even imagined!
You're not stupid, BB. You see, this here? This is a carrot-and-a-stick situation, with a very big carrot and a very big stick.
BBB
Are you actually threatening me?
DDaniel
No! No. I'm presenting you with an opportunity -- a great one, with a great man. And what you decide in the next few seconds will determine how totally awesome or totally shitty the rest of your life is. And I'd be so stoked if you made the right call! You know?
Y'know, we-- put Poindexter away and it changes nothing, alright? We defend Hector Ayala and he's still murdered, probably by the same cops who are out there assaulting citizens, by the way, alright? Leroy Bradford goes away for eating a box of caramel corn. Heather's assaulted by Muse and she thinks Fisk is right. And now this asshole, this privileged sociopath can get away with ripping off teachers! We're not serving justice here, you know? We're babysitting chaos. This, us, what we do, it feels useless.
