I'll tell you what I think, Red.
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.
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.
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?
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.]
Ah, goddamn it. Goddamn you. Sorry. I apologize.
What are you sorry for? First honest thing you did, Red.
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?
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?
How 'bout ol' Foggy? Did he get life?
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.
Mr. Khan, if I may: have you ever needed a defense attorney?
YKYusuf Khan
Me? No. Thankfully not.
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!
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?
DDevlin
Oi. I confess, I'm disappointed, Detective. You recognize the accent, but you don't seem to know jack shite about the significance of Saint Paddy's Day... for a Protestant, do ya?
KKim
I must've missed that chapter, Mr. James. Care to catch me up?
DDevlin
Just another Wednesday, love. Or, as they say in this dear city of yours, Christmas for a Jew.
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.
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.
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.
I can imagine that Vanessa would like for me to let you go.
AAdam
Thank you... Thank you!
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.