You left the bed I sat beside for months while you recovered. And for what? And now you walk in here and end a meeting with five families by simply standing in the doorway?
As you know, I've stood in this court many times. Delivered summations, called witnesses, defended the innocent to the best of my ability. Although as I sit here on the other side of the court, it occurs to me that justice will not be served today. It won't be served because, whatever sentence is passed, Foggy Nelson -- only his mother called him Franklin -- will still be dead. It won't be served beca--
Apologies, Your Honor. It won't be served because I-I don't get to see him again. We don't get to see Foggy again, today. Or tomorrow, or ever. Because my friend is dead. Killed on the whim of a violent and disturbed man. A self-styled assassin with a grudge, out to murder his perceived enemies. But, in the absence of justice, the court can punish this man. And I urge you to do so, to the fullest extent that the law allows. Because that punishment, that is the closest that any of us will ever get to justice.
I was told you tried to kill Benjamin Poindexter that night. It's hard... it's hard to come to terms with a violent nature. Hating the power it has over us.
I was raised to believe in grace. That we can be touched by the divine and transformed into a better person. So if you say to me that you're a new man, I say "fine". But you should also know I was raised to believe in retribution. So if you step out of line, I will be there.
This caution that you're giving me, who's it from? Matt Murdock, or...? You liked being on that rooftop with Dex. You liked how it felt, didn't you? Giving no quarter, dispensing justice...
I'm going to be mayor of this town. And when I am, I will not tolerate people running around in silly costumes. The rule of law will prevail. And should you go back to any of your old activities, there will be consequences.
These first few days are critical, optics are gonna matter. Establishing connections is how we set the tone with the stakeholders who can make or break your agenda. And let's be honest, a lot of these people absolute hate you.
It still makes no sense to me, this mayor thing. So you gave up your criminal empire for what? So you could have less money, less power? So you could kow-tow to an Italian sunovabitch in a cemetery?
Do you know who Samuel Vance was? No, of course you don't. Mayor Vance was the mayor of New York in 1874, he served for one month. It is my personal mission to make sure that your term is shorter than his. I see right through you, Fisk. You're not a mayor who loves this city, you're a whiny kid who wants everyone to love him. A monster trying to rewrite his legacy. Well, guess what? It's too late. Once a thug, always a thug. See you around, "Kingpin".
An NYPD cop is dead. And any time that happens, a big machine gets turned on to try and figure out what went wrong, and to punish whoever killed the cop. Punish them severely. And that machine has no off-switch. It just goes and goes until somebody pays.
You know, for what it's worth? I like the Matt Murdock I've seen this year -- the guy that went out and found his own way, got out of the Kitchen, wears a... normal suit. He's doing some good.
