I've had enough! Leaks in Red Hook, leaks in City Hall.
You need to find them, Buck.
Plug them.
Whoever is leaking to the City Without Fear site must be punished.
Find out who it is, turn them over to me.
It's my inside guy, only he doesn't know it.
If you are leaking stuff, anything, stop.
We could get hurt.
Vanessa killed Foggy and nothing happened.
A line was crossed.
Ever since Foggy died, I didn't know who I was anymore.
What I did,
what that woman had me do,
I had to get my mind back.
One good deed.
It levels the scales again.
Wilson...
Vanessa!
I need blood pressure. I need heart rate stat.
- What's happening? - Heart rate—
- No, no, no. - Sir, sir,
- you cannot be in here right now. - Get her!
- Sir, you cannot be here. - Vanessa. What is happening here?
- Sir, sir. - Vanessa!
Vanessa...
- Sir, sir. Get back. - Vanessa!
Sir, sir. Mr. Mayor, I understand that you are anxious,
and we will get you all the information as soon as possible.
- Can you... - Yes, yes. Okay. Sir.
- Sir, please. - Sir, please.
- Sir, let them do their job.
All hands on deck.
I need you to clear the schedule.
- Yes! You need to... - Like I said, absolutely no comment.
How many times do I have to tell you this, huh?
I'm not gonna have to... I don't know when
- a statement's gonna be ready, all right? - Yes. Yes, go.
If you have them...
keep them alive.
Uh, we don't, sir.
Not yet.
Pretty sure we have them surrounded.
Sir, I want to find them as bad as you do.
No.
You don't.
You couldn't.
Whatever you need, use it.
You got it, sir.
Officer Powell...
Alive.
Yeah.
The tower is ready. Have a seat.
Let's move out. Check that side.
- Go, go, go, go, go! - Over here.
- Here, here. - Let's go.
Prep towels, where are they?
- Now! - Whatever you need, man. We're with you.
You don't have to do this.
- Hold still. - This is balance.
- You know it. - Shut up.
Check in there. Check the door!
- Do you have a boiler? - Yeah, old shit back there.
- Yeah, let's go. - Leave me here.
None of this matters now.
It matters to me.
Yeah, uh...
No, no comment on that.
I don't know when we're gonna have a statement ready. No.
Is she dead?
What kind of sick fucking question is that?
How did you find me here?
Seriously? I mean, how many hospitals do you think there are, Daniel?
- BB, you can't be here right now. - Um...
- Actually, technically, legally, I can. - BB, think.
Nobody can know where she is. It's... It's...
The mayor's not in a good place. You gotta go.
Okay.
I— I get it. I'll go, but just tell me.
Is she alive?
Look, there's a ton of chatter out there. You have no idea.
It's, like, crazy right now.
And I just want to make sure I get the story right.
We're really fucking doing this right now, huh?
I... I'm so sorry.
I shouldn't have come. Just forget that I came, okay?
She's in critical condition.
They're... They're really lucky to have you.
Mr. Fisk.
Arash Merati.
Happy to meet you.
Dr. Merati.
Please understand that I am here to do whatever I can
- for your beloved wife. - Yeah.
I had a chance to look over her chart.
She is, as you know, in quite a precarious position.
Yes.
I've heard that you're...
the top man in your field.
Well nothing is certain where the mind meets the soul, Mr. Fisk.
But that said, I will do everything in my power for her.
Thank you.
Knowing what a disaster Verizon is in Chelsea,
I can only imagine what sort of cellular joy awaits me in central Vermont.
Hello.
May I ask why you chose not to include this piece tonight?
I think it's pretty obvious why I chose not to include it,
but if you feel differently, by all means, why should I put it up?
I don't know.
There's just something about it.
Do you understand
what keeps us in business?
What pays for the cute little gray shoes that you're wearing?
But I can tell you...
that if the right person walks through that door
and sees this painting...
sees his own deep, inexorable,
miserable emptiness reflected right back at him...
I can promise you,
you can add two zeros to the list price,
and it'll sell faster than any other piece out front.
The piece stays right where it is.
Your call.
I'm bleeding out.
I've seen it enough times to know.
I'm not interested in your opinion.
I've earned this...
many times over. It's okay.
You think she's dead?
I don't know.
Come on.
And if she is, it all balances.
Your friend, Fisk's wife.
Scales settled.
- And I'm ready for judgment. - Oh, good for you.
You're not listening.
That night you threw me off the roof, I was supposed to die.
Four-story. No one survives that.
And yet...
Maybe that's the grand design.
You're getting it.
No, I'm not getting it.
If she's dead. Vanessa.
That's just murder.
Vanessa, Foggy—
Don't say his name.
You don't get to say his name. Do you understand?
- You— - Tell me you understand.
Don't say his name.
Even the best avocados have to do grunt work.
I guess we're gonna have to break it to Josie that we're not
- paying off the tab tonight. - She'll understand.
Lionel McCoy, 29 years old, possession of multiple narcotics,
including, but not limited to,
Oxy, Moxy, Roxy,
and wait for it, Xoxy.
Christ, guy's a walking pharmacy.
Throw in a firearms charge, fake ID,
intent to distribute, obstruction of justice.
Some yada. A little more yada and yet another yada.
And this guy is looking down the barrel—
Wait, wait, wait. Okay, hold on. Let me guess.
I want to say 12 to 15.
I'm sorry, Mr. Murdock.
- The answer is actually 10 to 12. - Oh, come on.
- I was so close. - But thank you for playing with us.
And we do hope you enjoyed your stay
in the correctional facility.
Okay, what do you say? Uh, we ask for six to eight,
he's out in five for good behavior.
Yep. Levine wants him to plead out, so we take the best offer on the table.
Under no circumstances does this go to trial.
Heard.
After you, Counselor.
Why, thank you, Counselor.
Good afternoon, Mr. McCoy. My name is Matthew Murdock.
- This is my associate— - Foggy the Fembot?
Ray?
You— You know each other?
Guy upstairs got a sick sense of humor, don't he?
We, um...
grew up in the same building.
Isn't your name Ray?
What, you think I'd go by Lionel in that neighborhood?
You know, Fembot, he used to clean my sneakers.
- Didn't you? - Maybe we could refrain
from the name-calling, Mr. McCoy?
- What's with him? You blind or something? - How—
How's, um, Connor?
He moved upstate last year.
Oneonta.
I don't know. Last I heard he was doing roofs.
Some shit like that. Gutters, maybe. I don't know.
Knocked up the first chick he could.
Okay, maybe we should, uh...
Oh, yeah, please.
We, uh, used to... hang out.
Me and his brother, I mean.
We were best friends.
- The aforementioned Connor. - Mmm-hmm.
All right, uh, Mr. McCoy, you're facing a laundry list
- of state charges. I suggest— - It's all bullshit.
Regardless, our firm was retained to represent you,
and Mr. Nelson and I would like—
You Mr. Nelson?
- Is that supposed to be you? - Foggy?
You wanna tell your friend here what the firm's professional advice would be?
Yeah, yeah. Go ahead, Mr. Nelson.
What do you got?
Right. Well, we, um...
Given the charges, the evidence against you,
we suggest that you take a plea deal.
We ask for a reduction in sentencing.
And best case scenario, you're out in...
- five to six. - Or three to four with exemplary behavior.
- Oh, five to six. - Three to four if you...
If, if, if, if, if I what?
If I— If I find God?
Huh? If I— If I mop the john? Wait the library?
I believe they call it rehabilitation, Mr. McCoy.
Mmm-hmm. You don't understand.
The guys I work with want me dead.
I mean, that's the whole reason you two are even here in the first place.
Cop a deal,
they told you, right?
No trial. Huh?
You want to know why?
Because they got about ten guys on the inside just waiting to take me out.
All right? That's how this ends.
That's how this goes. All right? So, it's not three to four,
it's not six to eight if I'm a little good boy. All right?
It's 24 hours, counselor.
I'm a dead man the second I go in.
So...
I'm not signing shit.
I'll take my chances with a public defender.
All right. Take it easy. Back— Back up here.
What— What are you talking about?
You two don't even know who you work for, do you?
This is Wesley.
Right.
I'll let you know.
We may have an issue with the Lion.
Are you familiar with Bitcoin?
In light of the Russians...
we should start diversifying.
In this new world...
we can no longer be old-fashioned in our way of thinking.
I do have some contacts in the crypto space,
but if I may, I would suggest
it might be too volatile
for our needs, sir.
Hmm. Now, perhaps you have other ideas.
Come to think of it,
I have a friend who runs an art gallery.
Blue chip. Real money.
It could be an interesting market for us.
The art world.
Pretension.
And airs of posing as something...
meaningful.
Keep moving.
We need to get you help.
No, no, no. No!
No, no! Come on.
Stop it.
Stop!
This is pointless.
Let's be real.
You're not gonna mourn me.
Go on, get up.
- You need help. Let's go. - Mmm-mmm.
- Come on. - Get your fucking hands off me!
Come on!
First, you try to kill me,
and then you try to save me,
and I'm the one who needs help?
I'm trying to save you because I tried to kill you.
I lost sight of that on Josie's roof.
Maybe tonight's penance is mutual.
Come on.
You said Henderson?
- Hernandez. - Oh, damn.
All right. Punching out before the elevator rush.
Have you got plans?
Allowance?
Oh, that's right.
What are we, uh... What are we up to?
Seventeen-hundred even as of tonight.
What do you think? Eighteen more months
before we open doors on Murdock and Nelson?
Congratulations, fuckos.
Great job at the precinct today.
All you had to do was have the guy sign his name.
Didn't even have to be legible.
Plead out, sign the papers, move on.
- But, no. - Jeff, we...
I'm sorry. Did you mean "Mr. Levine"?
Right, yes. Sorry.
- Mr. Levine, we— - Guess what?
I don't care.
It's the public defender's problem now, isn't it?
Unfortunately, they need all these papers,
collated and delivered to their office by Monday morning.
Happy Fraturday, fucknuts.
Have a nice weekend.
He's definitely into something weird.
Totally. Like feet.
What's wrong with feet?
Nothing. I'm just saying that
I can imagine Mr. Levine
doing some weird shit with feet. That's all.
Gross.
Exhibit C, column two.
Column two, exhibit C.
Just, uh, for the record,
I don't have a problem with feet.
You're also not not weird, so...
Whoa.
What?
The warrant.
The address on the warrant they used to access his apartment, it's wrong.
It says 536 West 49th Street, apartment 5E.
That isn't correct?
It's 5361/2.
That's where he lived. The McCoys, I mean, that was our address.
5361/2 West 49th.
No, that— That can't be right.
It is right.
I mean, it's a clerical error, but...
this is invalid.
Everything discovered in this warrant is fruit of the poison tree.
It's inadmissible.
Which means that piece of paper is...
Get-out-of-jail free card.
What do we do?
Oh, come on, Foggy. It's not like he deserves to walk.
I don't recall the word "deserve"
coming up in law school.
He's in bed with the mob, he's selling drugs,
he's poisoning the neighborhood.
Yeah, but...
But what? He was also a raging prick to you when you were kids?
You want to spring the guy who calls you Foggy the Fembot?
No, I don't.
But, Matt...
we are his attorneys.
- We're associates. - Don't get technical.
- Either way, Jeff made it sound like— - Mr. Levine.
- Thank you. - Okay, okay, fine.
Dark Lord of Unspoken Kink Levine
made it sound like we're not only off the case,
but our badges might not work on Monday.
Ray, Lionel...
he had a hard life, Matt.
Aw! Cue the violin.
His dad, he was not a good guy.
And their mom, Suzanne, she drank.
A lot. She died when we were in the eighth grade.
Okay?
Cirrhosis, liver failure.
He never had a chance.
His brother did though, didn't he? What was his name? Connor?
Connor was younger.
Lionel took the brunt of it.
- I didn't like him. - And you want to let him out
to continue to do horrendous things to a whole bunch of new people.
- I want to do the right thing. - I don't know, Foggy.
I don't know.
You sell drugs, you're trafficking firearms, you get caught.
I'm sorry. There are consequences.
His crew, whoever he was working with,
they're gonna kill him when he's inside.
Yeah, that might be the definition of consequences.
But does the punishment fit the crime?
- Crimes past, present or future? - So you think we should ignore it?
- Ignore what? - It's our job
to represent our clients
to the best of our abilities. Suppressing evidence—
Objection. "Suppressing" is questionable.
One might even say inflammatory phrasing in this particular instance, Counselor.
Aren't you supposed to be the Catholic one here?
Oh, come on. All right, so, fine, you want to go with guilt now?
How about mercy?
There's got to be something about that in the Bible.
Second chances,
redemption?
All I know is if he goes to jail, he dies.
And all I know is that might not be our problem.
Unfortunately...
it is now.
This is Wesley.
That's great to hear.
Let me talk to him. I'll call you back.
I take it he's available?
He's here for a couple of weeks, just...
moving through town.
He's good. Very good.
Maybe the best.
Use him.
We're a go.
His approval ratings suggest otherwise.
Good afternoon, Brian.
Breaking news, just in to New York One.
I am standing just outside the entrance to Metro General Hospital.
here on Fifth Avenue, where we understand
Vanessa Fisk is in critical condition.
Fucking BB, no way.
in last night's violent attack on...
- Mr. Blake. - No way.
- Can I get an update on Mrs. Fisk? - No way. No.
- Can you do me a favor and fuck off? - And who the hell are you?
I'm the one telling you to fuck off. Keep up.
Do I need to call the Task Force?
They're horrible. Trust me.
Thanks for that.
Tough day.
The worst.
Buck, where were you last night?
I had to run an errand.
- How is he? - Better.
She's out of surgery.
It's too soon to tell, but it's not bad news so far.
- Thank Christ. - Mmm-hmm.
You know, I could kill for a hot dog.
Yeah, sure.
Come on.
It's done.
Yes.
Yes, indeed.
The surgery went quite well.
Tell me everything.
Well, the procedure was long, as you know, and quite involved.
But...
I'm optimistic in nature.
And I remain hopeful.
Hope?
She's gonna be fine.
Please lean it against the wall.
I'll deal with it later.
So, same spot, different piece?
Mmm-hmm.
I hope you know what you're doing.
You know, there's hot dog carts on every corner.
Yeah, I thought we might take a drive.
Have a little chat.
A chat?
Buck, Fisk needs me.
The man is aware we're going to Albany.
Yo, Albany?
Dude, you didn't say anything about Albany.
The other day in your office, you were asking about my background.
- Yeah, sure. - Well, you were right.
I was Regiment 22.
When you were reading about my past, did you see anything about Helmand?
The mayonnaise?
No, Daniel, not the mayonnaise.
Afghanistan.
My squadron, and I imagine many others, were tasked with night raids,
that no man of fighting age would survive the night.
But it was opium farmers, not insurgents.
Apparently, Her Majesty considered 14 fighting age.
Jesus Christ, what did you do?
What I was ordered to.
That's my point.
There are pivotal moments in a man's life, Daniel,
which define what kind of man he is,
what he's really made of.
Mr. Fisk changed my life in one of those moments.
I imagine you can relate, right?
Staten Island to City Hall.
Head of communications.
That's quite a trajectory.
That's impressive, Daniel.
Appreciate that.
My God, it has not been easy, has it?
Muse, The Northern Star leak.
And now it seems someone, God knows who, has leaked the hospital to the press.
What? You're not saying you think it's me, are you?
Buck, I didn't have anything to do with that.
Let's just take a left in here.
Buck, am I in trouble?
Be right back.
Well, maybe I'll just come in with you.
Get some beef jerky or help you out, or whatever.
That's kind of you, Daniel. But I'll take care of it.
Just sit tight, yeah?
Mmm!
Long time, pal.
Looking good, Wes.
Fucking hell. You've come up in the world, haven't you?
Living the dream.
I understand you have some sort of open assignment.
We're looking to you for...
creativity.
Well, you've come to the right place, then, haven't you?
Sign here.
Do you need anything?
What are you gonna do now?
What am I gonna do?
I don't know. Wait for 'em to come find me.
All right. Good to see you, Fembot.
You recognize this place, you piece of shit?
Fuck.
We should be safe here for now.
Safe?
What does that even mean?
You know what happens if she dies?
Fisk turns the city upside-down and shakes it
until he finds us...
and kills us.
Uh, me.
- Kills me. - Us.
I was there.
That is more than enough for Fisk.
It's open.
What the fuck you doing here, Foggy?
I know someone who can help.
- A nurse. - Nurses,
doctors...
lawyers.
Vigilantes, assassins.
Killing people, saving people.
Act like it makes a difference.
Like it matters at all.
I wanted to give you this.
The hell is this?
I was hoping you'd take that, and, I don't know...
get out of here.
I don't even know where, but...
Wait, wait, wait. So you—
- You gonna give me money? - No.
Ray, I already gave it to you.
What I want is for you to start over with it.
You got a second chance here.
It's not about them. It's about you.
About me.
Just people...
and, brother...
we are who we are.
You know those nights...
we used to, uh...
crash in the living room. Um...
Well, you and Connor
with the, uh, sleeping bags and...
uh, the flashlights, you know?
I never really, uh, had a friend like that.
I know.
We're all doing the same thing here.
Acting something out, scratching some kinda itch.
But the worst part...
is when you think you got it beat.
You think...
"I outran it."
Then you turn the corner, bam...
there it is...
staring you right in the face.
Only it's worse this time.
And, you know...
it was always gonna be there.
Hey, do me a favor, will you?
Tell my brother to stay right where he's at.
All right? You tell him I told you to tell him that,
that he ain't got nothing back here for him.
He's got you.
Come on, Foggy. You gotta go, man. Get out of here.
There's no escaping it.
I'm sorry to interrupt.
This church will always provide shelter
to both of you, but...
I think they know you're here.
Good evening, officers. How can I help you?
Hello, Father.
You haven't by chance seen a couple of vigilantes this fine evening, have you?
I've been in prayers all afternoon, Officer. I... I don't believe I have.
Listen, we gotta come check the place out. Mayor's orders.
Just...
go.
Don't be an idiot.
Leave me.
Oh, I'm sorry, but weapons are not permitted in the house of God.
The rules have changed.
Come on in, boys. Sweep it!
I killed your friend...
Foggy.
I didn't think twice.
That's who I am.
Just let me die.
I don't...
Look, I can't save us both.
I'm sorry. I tried.
Let's go! Let's go!
Sir! Let's go. Move!
Imagine my surprise...
when I came back to the office and found the empty book.
How did you know?
Spend enough time in the same tiny office with the same person,
you tend to know what they're thinking.
I'm sorry.
I'll pay it back.
Foggy the Fembot.
And there I was thinking the Murdock and Nelson fund
was supposed to be about the future.
It is, Matt.
But not just ours.
So, where to now?
- Josie's. - Obviously.
What are we celebrating?
Mercy.
Fuck.
Where'd he go?
You really don't have to do this, man.
I don't even know what I did. But whatever it was,
it was probably stupid, and I probably deserve it.
But I could just walk away, man.
I could just disa-fucking-ppear,
and you wouldn't hear anything from me. Not a peep, not a tweet. Nothing.
Man, I'd be like— I'd be like Casper. I mean, I'd be like a ghost.
Look, I didn't fucking leak it.
It wasn't me.
I promise.
Get out of the car, Daniel.
Delivery.
I like you, Daniel.
I really do.
But we work for a man who can change your life.
Has changed your life.
And all he asks in return...
is loyalty.
Unbridled,
unquestioned...
- loyalty. - Well, I've been loyal.
I've stayed loyal, Buck.
I'll do anything.
I've said it before. I'll do whatever it takes.
Please.
Make a choice.
Saw...
or shovel.
You know, I was thinking.
Maybe, uh,
instead of Murdock and Nelson,
maybe it's Nelson and Murdock.
- I like that. - Yeah?
I bumped you up.
- I love that. - You're goin' up in the world, buddy.
I am going up in the world.
And I think the next 50 rounds are on you.
I don't know about 50. Fifty sounds a little...
- Forty-nine. Sold. - Forty-seven.
Little help?
Vanessa.
You're here.
Yes, I'm here.
I'm right here.
It's so good to see you.
Why are you acting so strange?
Well, I... I...
I didn't think... I...
I didn't think that...
You didn't think what?
I just...
I wasn't...
I wasn't sure that I would see you again.
That's absurd. I'm right here.
Yes, of course. Of course you are.
Yes, you are right here. Of course.
What can I do? Can I do something for you?
Are you thirsty? Can I get you something to drink?
Like water, or...
Or are you hungry? I can get you something to eat.
Anything. I— I could get anything you want.
Yes.
I'd like a pineapple juice.
With ice.
You don't like pineapple.
I don't?
No. Your— Your lips.
It— It makes them tingle, I believe.
Let's try anyway.
- Mmm-hmm. - Shall we?
Yeah. Nurse?
Nurse!
Is everything okay?
No. I mean, she's awake.
Wait. She wants a pineapple juice.
Sir, I need to—
No!
Pineapple juice in a glass, with ice.
- Wilson. - Yes?
Why did you scare the poor girl? She—
No.
- You practically made her cry. - No, I, I just... Um...
I'm just overwhelmed, my love, that's all.
Please.
I've never seen you like this.
I just thought that...
I'm just glad you're with me here again.
That's all.
But...
why did you think I'd gone?
I don't know.
I, uh...
I just missed you so much.
That's all. I just missed you so much.
I missed you, too.
- Yeah? - I'm so glad to be here with you.
Yes, baby.
Is there something else you need, my dear?
No.
That was divine.
Good.
Wilson.
Yes, my love.
Will you tell me a story?
A story?
Yes.
A story, please.
What kind of story would you like me to tell?
Tell me the story of how we met.
Oh.
I've arranged for a more private showing, but...
this is it.
This is the gallery.
Somehow, I must have known that you would walk
through those doors and change everything.
Lucky then, I guess, that day.
Mmm, no.
Not luck.
Not luck at all.
It was the grand design.
Mmm.
Though you did vastly overpay.
Did I?
Three times the listing price.
I would have paid anything.
That day was the...
The deal of the century.
Wilson.
Yes, my love?
Will you tell me a story?
Please?
Will you tell me a story?
Can you tell me the story...
of how...
we...
Yes.
Vanessa.
Vanessa!
I need some help now!
Well, hello there.