Matt
You, uh, doing the Lord's work today?
Matt
Hey, you couldn't have a weak link out there, could you?
Matt
Or maybe it was pride. Ayala made you look bad, didn't he? Actually, he flat-out embarrassed you, and you can't have that at the NYPD. Is that why you did it?
...You have yourself a nice day, counselor.
Matt
He had a family. He had a future. And you took that away from him.
[Powell pushes Matt up against a wall.]
You can't see this badge, Counselor, 'cause you're fuckin' blind, but my grandfather wore this badge. My father wore this badge, my brother wears this badge, four of my fuckin' cousins wear this badge. They're all knuckleheads, but they're good cops. So I wear this fuckin' badge with honor, Counselor. And I don't know nothin' about nothin' to do with what happened to Hector Ayala.
[Matt listens to the cop's heartbeat -- steady.]
But here's something that I know -- an attorney who assaults a police officer? Who obstructs an active investigation? Not something that the Bar Association's gonna take lightly, if you catch my meaning. Not to mention, some of my more excitable colleagues on the force.
Matt
Yeah. Only... you'd have to bring a few more than the last time we met, wouldn't you?
LLeroy
Look, I said probation and I meant probation!
Matt
You took the stuff, Leroy! There is no probation to be had here, this is the best you're gonna get. So you tell me, how is this not a "good job, counselor" situation?
LLeroy
So you just wanna shove my ass into jail and I'm supposed to thank you? You just don't get it, do you? This shit never ends! Look, I've been jerked around by the system my whole life! Last time I got thirty days, you know what happened? I missed my SSI appointment and they cut my benefits. Bad enough trying to live on food stamps, but when they cut it? Man, it takes forever to get that shit back regular! Then you gotta start eating throw-away crap from supermarket dumpsters. Begging for change, for food... Yea-- And, yeah! Just once, I want a dessert. Something that don't taste like crap, something that tastes real good! So why'd I get the caramel corn? I liked that shit and it tastes good. And for that, they're willing to spend five times more to lock me up than they're willing to spend to feed me, and you come in here telling me that that's a gift?! That I should thank you?
I'll tell you what I think, Red.
Matt
Tell me. Tell me what you think.
I don't think you came here for my help. See, I think you want my permission. You wanna get your hands on somebody, huh? You wanna hurt 'em. Maybe you're a little bit scared. A little scared about what that means.
Matt
That's an interesting take, I like it. But ah, yeah, no. Sorry, buddy. Way off on that one.
So full of shit, Counselor, so full of shit. You're guilty.
Matt
Excuse me?
Yeah. That guilt, that shame, that's my home, Red. I mean, I can see it on you, I can smell it on you, it's all over you.
Matt I'm gonna come back another day, Frank -- maybe catch you at a better time.
Yeah, you come at me with that horseshit about saving lives. How 'bout that friend of yours, you save his life? You lost him, didn't you, Red?
Matt
It's not about him.
Matt
It's not about him. It's not about him.
Ah, for Christ's sake, say his name! Say his name, you coward, say his name! It's not about him? You hate yourself! It's eating you up because you ain't done a goddamn thing about it! So--
[Matt lashes out, striking Frank.]
Matt
Ah, goddamn it. Goddamn you. Sorry. I apologize.
What are you sorry for? First honest thing you did, Red.
Matt
It's not about him.
Matt
Okay?
It's all about him. He talks to you, doesn't he? You hear his voice. You do, don't you? Every time I stop moving, I still hear my little boy. I see him. And I hear his voice -- He says "Get 'em, Daddy. Every last single one of 'em, get 'em." That's why I do what I do. That's why it's eating at you. That's why it's eating at you, because you know you didn't do a goddamn thing, and it's gonna keep eating at you. It's gonna keep eating and eating and eating, there's no getting away with it, you understand?
Matt
I ran him down.
Matt
I did what I had to do, and I let the system take care of the rest.
Oh, you and your goddamn sys-- You and your goddamn system! Christ! So what now?! Every day, Bullseye goes to the chow hole, eats his slop, you know he gets to breathe the same air that you breathe. You feel good about that?
Matt
HE GOT LIFE!
How 'bout ol' Foggy? Did he get life?
Matt
Foggy... He was the... kindest, purest soul I ever met. And guys like you and me? We can work a lifetime and never measure up to his decency. Goodbye, Frank.
Matt
Mr. Khan, if I may: have you ever needed a defense attorney?
YKYusuf Khan
Me? No. Thankfully not.
Matt
Well, if you ever do, it's often David vs. Goliath. The cops, the prosecution, public opinion... the entire system conspiring against you. We represent husbands, sons, daughters. People like you and me, Mr. Khan. So yeah, we may be over-leveraged for now, but we serve a vital function in a city that desperately needs us.
YYusuf
This vault has a four-turn tumbler system, which means it has over a hundred million possible combinations. You can't just crack it open like it's a piggy bank I gave Kamala to instill in her the value of saving!
Matt
Did it work?
Matt
The lesson. The value of saving.
YYusuf
Oh... I don't know. I guess we just try to impart what we know to the next generation. Protect them from what they can't see.
[Matt opens the vault.]
YYusuf
Exactly what kind of a lawyer are you?
Matt
A really good one.
AAngela
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.
Matt
It's not that simple, Angela. That's not how this works.
AAngela
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.
Matt
Okay, Heather, you realize I used to have this whole other life... And it was a lot different to this.
At your old firm, with your old friends. Foggy and... Karen.
Matt
Kinda. Y'know and sometimes, this-- This all feels... To- To me, it feels like... fake.
Matt
Not- Not you.
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.
Matt
I know. I know.
Matt
Yeah. And I'm trying really hard to fight it.
It's not a fight. It's a process.
Matt
I'm not so sure you can put Muse and Daredevil in the same category.
Not so sure that you can't. They're just these underdeveloped boys hiding behind masks, trying to make it look like something more sophisticated.
Matt
That's a pretty dark view; I mean, think they're completely different animals.
Matt
No, I'm just saying that... that Muse tried to kill you, Daredevil saved you.
I saved me. They were both out there for themselves.
Matt
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.
I get it. I really get it. It's all a lot. You... You've been through a lot. But this can't happen like this.
Matt
You know, when I was a kid, after the accident, I thought God had taken my sight. When I grew up... I came to believe that in exchange, He'd given me a special destiny... Like a mask and a purpose could save my life.
Matt
No. It wasn't the mask. It wasn't me needing to believe in it that saved me. My mistake was thinking I was immune to the darkness. And I let it creep inside me. I let the dark power me. I threw Poindexter off that rooftop. Karen, I wanted to kill him. The truth is, ever since Foggy died... I didn't know who I was anymore.
Foggy believed in you. Whatever you wanna call yourself. Whatever's... behind the mask, behind your eyes... that's wrath, and that's mercy. That's the dark and the light. He knew all of it. All of it. He knew you. I do, too.