[whimpering]
[gasps]
[panting]
[theme music playing]
[alarm beeping]
-[alarm turns off] -[automated voice] Seven o'clock a.m.
[grunting]
[sighs]
[Karen] Matt wouldn't understand.
You know what he would say.
That we're awesome?
[scoffs] No, that we're being stupid.
I prefer the term "foolheartedly provocative."
Yeah, that's lawyer talk for stupid. You want coffee?
If we're gonna be Nancy Drew-ing together,
I think a certain level of honesty is required.
What? You don't like my coffee?
-No, I hate it. -[Karen exclaims]
I appreciate the effort, but the technique, or lack thereof--
[laughing] My God, you are such a dick.
On occasion some dickery may leak out, but doesn't mean I'm wrong.
Well, it means somethin'.
Okay, let's say we keep Matt in the dark.
How long do you think--
[door opening]
I should grow my hair? Matt, what's your take on that?
-Mullet? Full pony? -[Karen] Holy shit.
-Did you fall down again? -[Matt] Oh, it's nothing.
-Don't tell me what? -Damn it!
[Karen] You heard that?
Guy's like a bat.
Not blind like a-- I mean, you know, with the hearing.
-Bats aren't blind, Foggy. -They're not?
It's a myth.
So, we're good.
-Karen. -Yeah?
What don't the two of you want me to know?
We're investigating Union Allied.
Remind me to keep you off the witness stand.
-You can't be doing that. -Why not?
For starters, you signed legal papers and took money to leave it alone.
No, I signed papers saying that I wouldn't go public and I won't.
-We have someone lined up for that part. -What part?
Breaking the story that, uh...
Look, whoever is behind Union Allied, or whatever they call themselves now,
they are trying to strong-arm people like Elena
so that they can sweep their homes away from them
and build condos no one can afford.
And what do you think's gonna happen
when these "whoevers" find out what it is you're up to?
-We already took care of it. -Took care of what?
The, uh, guys who busted up Elena's apartment.
They, uh, came after me when I was leaving her place last night.
Are you okay?
[Karen] Yes.
Foggy was following me.
-Mmm-hmm. Why? Why were you following her? -She was acting funny.
-No, there was no funny. -There was a little funny.
This is what I'm talking about. There are things out there.
You can't be doing this. You're gonna get yourselves hurt.
No, I have already been hurt by those bastards.
You know, I don't care what I signed
or how much money they paid me to forget. I don't.
And I'm not just going to stick my head in the sand
and let it happen to somebody else because I am scared.
Which I am... a lot.
And if you could see her face, you'd know she means it.
Yeah, I kind of got that.
[stammering] Right, who else is involved?
Who's helping you break whatever it is you think you're gonna find out?
Ben Urich, from the Bulletin.
The one who wrote the Union Allied piece?
Karen's been working with him. He seems like a good guy.
[laughs] Yeah, everybody does, until they aren't.
No, I trust Ben as much as I do you or Foggy, Matt.
I know what I am doing. I am not some kid--
Then don't act like one. Both of you.
I know you're just trying to do the right thing here,
but we have to be smart about this.
We?
First rule, no more skulking around, asking to get hurt.
We do this, it's gonna be on our turf. The legal system.
That's not nearly as heroic as you might think.
I don't want anyone to be a hero, Karen. I want you to be safe.
And I want to protect this firm and everything we're trying to build here.
We know the law. We'll use it to our advantage.
Agreed?
Do we have a choice?
Not so much.
[inhales] Yeah, okay.
So, what's the second rule?
I don't know, I'm making this up as I go along.
I understand your position. You need to understand mine!
[speaking Japanese]
[Wesley speaking English] He questions the validity of your position.
I say it is of piss and shit.
Well, I'm sorry you feel that way. Nevertheless, my point is valid.
You made guarantees.
-[Fisk] Which I met. -The Black Sky is dead.
You asked that the docks and your transit path
be clear of police interference.
-Did you observe any police? -[sighs]
No.
Of course not, because I'm a man of honor!
It will be difficult to locate another Black Sky.
They are extremely rare.
Perhaps you should have told me the importance of your cargo
before you lost it.
[speaking Japanese]
[speaking English] He's asking if you'd like to renegotiate
the terms of your relationship.
I'm...
sorry if I offended you.
My apologies.
[speaking Japanese]
-[door closes] -[sighs]
You get that last part?
Yes, threats are clear in any language.
He needs to be taught some manners.
Leave it alone.
If the Russians had spoken to you this way--
They aren't the Russians.
No, the Russians actually contributed.
Leland's financials, Gao's product,
and Vlad and Anatoly's distribution until we absorbed that facet.
What do Nobu and his men bring to the table?
What-- What are they in all this?
A necessary evil.
I just-- I don't like the way he speaks to you, that's all.
Especially now, when everything's going our way.
That's exactly when you need to be cautious.
[indistinct talking]
[car horn honking]
[rock music playing on radio]
[Marlene] Can you please turn that down?
Your mom don't like music.
-I like it. -That's 'cause you got taste.
I love music. Just not so loud.
What the hell good is it if you can't hear it?
-Right, Willie? -Right!
Never trust the quiet ones.
Those are the pricks that are always up to something.
You cut it too short.
What did I tell you?
Sorry.
Sorry, what?
Sir.
Respect. You gotta give it if you want it.
Don't forget that.
Make the next one longer.
You want your pop's face in the dirt?
-No, sir. -Damn right.
You see that? That's our ticket.
Once you get on the city council,
everybody wants to put a little somethin' in your pocket.
Remember Mr. Flores from up the street?
-No. -[Bill] 'Course not.
You know why? 'Cause he got on the council
back when you were still shitting in your pants.
Bill!
But he ain't around no more.
One year after he got voted in, packed up, got himself a real house.
Really?
Just like we're gonna buy.
This city? It's everything.
It's right there.
All you gotta do is put your mind to it and make it happen.
You want a sip?
-He most certainly does not. -[Bill] Huh?
My dad let me take a sip from his glass before I could talk. Go on.
Go on. What are you lookin' at her for?
I said it's okay. Take a big one.
Go on.
That's it.
-Bill, what are you doing? Jesus! -[coughing]
Come on, it's funny. He's a man.
Let him be a man.
-You worry too much. -[Marlene] Somebody has to.
How are we paying for all this?
Got it covered. I took a loan.
A loan?
-What'd the bank make you put up? -No, no, no. Screw the bank.
Rigoletto floated me.
-[Marlene] Rigoletto? -Who's that?
[Bill] Nobody, forget it. It's an investment, Marlene.
You gotta spend money to make money.
Once I get on the council, this is all taken care of.
-I don't know about all this. -You don't know about nothin'!
You gotta take risks.
You want something out of life, you gotta put yourself out there.
You gotta put yourself out there, Mom!
[chuckling] You see? The kid is smarter than you.
Yes, honestly.
I've spent most of my time abroad in Asia.
Yes.
I would.
-Maybe, we-- -[cell phone chimes]
-We-- -[chiming continues]
Could you please hold on a second?
Wait. [scoffs]
I'm so sorry. I need to take this.
I know, me, too. Good night, Vanessa.
Yes?
We have a situation.
-[Fisk] Nobu? -Detective Blake, he just woke up.
Our contacts in the media tell us that it's gonna be tonight's lead.
Has he said anything we need to be concerned about?
No, he's conscious, but his injuries were extensive.
I'm hearing he can't speak yet.
That changes,
unlikely he's gonna be overjoyed we had him shot.
Yes.
Well...
take care of him.
That poses an issue.
There's a detail on his floor. Twenty-four hour presence,
in case the man in the mask tries to finish the job.
Are any of them ours?
Two... but not on the door. They try to get in, it'll be noticed.
What about his partner, Hoffman?
I can reach out, but they go back, since before the academy. I, uh...
I doubt he'll be receptive.
Set a meeting...
and I'll speak with him myself.
Understood.
This is pointless, Matt.
We should be out on the streets, cracking names and taking skulls.
-I think you have that backwards. -Not the way I do it.
[Matt laughing] Five minutes out there and you'd end up in intensive care.
Hey, I handled myself pretty damn skippy
against baldy and his tattooed gorilla.
-Tell him, K. -No, you did.
What? I'm-- What, I'm "K" now?
-Trying something new. -Mmm-mmm. Don't.
[Matt] Wait, this is interesting.
Confederated Global Investments.
The company that hired us to defend that bowling alley nut?
Yeah. Karen, do you have a list of the subsidiaries
you were able to track down through their check?
Uh, yeah, yeah, I think so.
Yeah, yeah, I got it.
Can you tell me if...
Westmeyer-Holt Contracting is on the list?
Um...
Yeah. Yeah, it is.
There are half a dozen complaints against them
for doing the same thing they did at Elena's tenement.
Confed Global's trying to force renters out of tenements?
[stuttering] What about Elena's landlord? That Tully guy?
I mean, he's gotta know something about this.
-See if I can track him down. -[Matt] Use the phone.
Oh, come on!
-I'm making that rule number two. -[Foggy] Your rules suck.
-I want that on record. -[Matt] Fine, noted.
Oh, my God.
-What do you got? -Uh, no, it's not, um--
The New York Bulletin online
just reported that that cop that got shot, he just regained consciousness.
-Detective Blake? -[Karen] Yeah.
[Foggy] Guy's a real dick.
Still, he didn't deserve a bullet from that masked douchebag.
Okay. [laughs] Nobody knows what really happened out there.
[Matt] Detective Blake might.
Be interested in what he has to say.
Yeah, so would I.
[Fisk] We can't allow this to happen.
I know that you have... feelings regarding this matter.
I respect that.
But if Detective Blake chooses to speak out of turn...
the result would be... unpleasant, for you and for me.
Out of turn? You shot him.
Technically, we paid someone else to shoot him.
Do you know what made us go down this path?
What led to a decision of such finality?
If you're worried about me, I know how to keep my mouth shut.
If we doubted that, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
[Fisk] Being informed...
knowing facts as they are...
not how we wish to perceive them,
can tip the balance between life and death.
Unlike you, your partner was inconsistent in his attention to detail.
Well, that masked asshole beat him senseless and broke his arm.
It wasn't his fault.
[Fisk] Yes, I forgave him for that. What I find indefensible...
is we were not alerted...
that the addresses we provided had been compromised.
They were given to ensure that any Russian who survived the bombings
would be properly attended to.
Not to aid the man in the mask at locating Vladimir Ranskahov.
That led to an unfortunate complication.
One that your partner was directly responsible for.
[sighs] Yeah.
So, how long before I do something that pisses you off?
Oh, the answer to that is entirely up to you.
See, he's more than my partner, right?
He's my friend.
I've known him since I was a kid. That's 30, 35 years.
How much...
are each of those years worth to you?
Hmm?
In round figures?
[indistinct talking]
-Hey. -Hey.
Good news, right?
Yeah, he always was a tough son of a bitch.
[laughs] Yeah. Hey, you gotta sign in.
Oh, yeah, sure, sure.
-And I gotta check the bag. -Yeah.
Mmm, meatball?
Yeah, from Marchioni's. He loves that place.
I don't know, I thought it might trigger something.
-Yeah. Well, come on in. -Thanks.
[monitor beeping]
[door closes]
I'm sorry.
[grunts]
What are you doin'?
[syringe clatters]
[grunts]
[coughing]
[Blake breathing raggedly]
I need you to listen to me. We don't have much time.
Whatever your partner just injected you with
has already reached your heart.
You're gonna be dead soon.
And there's nothing anyone can do about it.
[machine beeping rapidly]
But you can make the man responsible for this pay for what he's done.
[monitor beeping rapidly]
-[banging on door] -[Brett] Hoffman!
Tell me everything you know about Wilson Fisk.
[breathing raggedly]
-[officer] Hoffman! Open the door! -[Blake mumbling] Is it my turn for this?
-[door rattling] -[officer shouting]
Hoffman, what the hell is going on in there?
[Blake gasping]
-[officer 1] Go! Go! -[officer 2] Get in there!
Move, move, move!
-Move! -Come on! Let's go!
-Go! -[monitor flatlining]
Look at my face. I can't go into the office like this.
I'm afraid to go anywhere with that masked psychopath running around.
My son was coming to visit.
I had to tell him,
"Nope, stay out of New York, Lee. Shit's goin' on."
I'm 73 years old.
You know how many times I have left to see him?
I apologize for the inconvenience, Leland.
I'm not looking for-- Are you done?
This thing itches like a son of a bitch.
It'll keep you safe when he's finished.
What's this coated with?
Polyethylene, glycol, silicate.
-Hydro-clusters form when kinetic energy-- -Yeah, great. I'm a 46" long.
-That'll be all, Mr. Potter. -Okay.
You need anything else, Mr. Fisk, sir?
-Not today, Mr. Potter. Thank you. -Okay.
[Leland clears throat]
Kid's half an idiot.
It's the other half that counts.
So...
what am I supposed to do here? Seriously?
He knows who I am.
He found me once, he'll do it again.
I'll move you someplace safe until it's resolved.
-I'll put six men on you. -Make it a dozen.
If he drops me off a roof,
an awful lot of money is going along for the ride.
-That sounds like a threat. -No, just stating the obvious.
Never thought I'd have to with you.
[footsteps approaching]
Is it taken care of?
Yes, but there was a complication.
Well, there's a word I'm hearing more and more.
[sighs] What happened?
Right after Hoffman injected Blake,
he was incapacitated by our masked friend.
When Blake was still alive?
And talking, according to Hoffman.
[Leland chuckles] That's great. That's wonderful.
So we have no idea
what the guy you had shot might have said to the whack job
you had framed for it?
-No, but there is an upside. -Mmm-hmm.
[Wesley] Hoffman was able to spin it.
Told everyone he was assaulted by the man in the mask,
then he finished what he started with Blake.
So we're not exposed on that front.
Well, let's have a parade.
This guy, Hoffman, how much does he know?
We're taking care of it, Leland.
Well, that fills me with warm comfort.
Situation's being handled, all right.
Just not by you.
[Marlene] You're gonna be all right, Wilson.
It's okay, honey.
-Have some Zuppa, okay? -[sniffling]
-I'm not hungry. -You eat it.
It'll make you feel better.
-Are you having some? -Sure, baby.
[Marlene] Mmm.
Do you think it's true? What Bernie said?
You can't listen to people like that.
You have to just block them out.
[coughing]
The hell happened to you?
It's all right, I've got this.
You feed him too much of that shit.
You want him to get fatter than he already is?
-[Marlene] Bill! -Come on, what happened?
[Marlene sighs]
-It was that Bernie Walker kid-- -Am I asking you?
What did he do?
He was knocking your signs down.
I told him to stop, but he wouldn't.
He said I was a loser... just like my dad.
Get your coat.
Get your coat!
[Bill] Hey!
That him?
You been knocking down my signs?
Yeah, so? Election's over.
Doesn't give you the right to destroy other people's property, does it?
Oh, you're not running your mouth now, huh?
My boy said you had plenty to say to him.
I put myself out there.
You think it's my fault they don't see it, what I could bring?
You wanna call me a loser to my face, you little shit?
I didn't call you a loser, man.
Oh, my boy's a liar now, huh?
He say it, or not?
-Speak up when I'm talking to you. -He said it.
No, I didn't. My dad did.
I was just repeating it.
You think that's funny?
Huh? What a man tries to do?
-How he puts himself out there? -Whatever, man, Jesus.
Hey! Hey, I'm talking to you.
[Fisk] Dad!
-[bat thudding] -Say something funny!
Say something funny! Go ahead!
Dad, stop!
-[Bill] Huh? -[Bernie wincing]
-Come here. -Dad...
Come here. Come here.
Come here.
It's people like this that wanna keep you down.
Keep you afraid.
You have to show 'em that that can never happen.
You gotta show 'em that you're a man.
Kick him.
Don't give me that look like your mother. You do what I tell you. Kick him.
Kick him!
-[Bernie groans] -[Bill] Kick him again.
Kick him!
Keep kicking him! Kick him!
Harder!
Kick him! Kick him!
Harder!
[breathing heavily]
[gasping]
[sighs]
[cell phone ringing]
Yes?
Gao reached out. She'd like a word.
-Send the car around. -She's coming to you.
Now.
Can you be here before she arrives?
I'm already on my way.
Thank you, Wesley.
[speaking Mandarin]
[speaking English] She approves of your choice of tea.
I picked it up on my last visit to your country.
I thought you might enjoy it.
[speaking Mandarin]
[translating in English] She says she didn't come for tea.
He does not need you to form my words.
Do you, Wilson?
You speak English.
I speak many languages.
[Fisk] How many?
All of them.
[speaking Mandarin] And you speak my tongue,
do you not?
How long have you known?
[Gao] Since the beginning.
It is the clever man who plays the fool.
And a foolish woman...
who does not recognize it.
[speaking Japanese] Tell me,
has Nobu guessed you speak Japanese as well?
I don't believe so, no.
[Gao laughs]
[speaking English] You may leave us.
Wait outside.
[speaking Mandarin] Nobu isn't very happy with you.
That man is never happy with anyone.
[laughs] True.
But...
I have heard Leland...
is equally displeased.
It's under control.
How do you think...
I knew where you live, Wilson?
This is one of your most guarded secrets,
yes?
The king in his castle.
Did I divine the location from bones and spells,
chanted beneath the moonlight?
No.
I discovered it because...
you have become sloppy.
[clicking tongue]
And emotional.
Just as the Russians became,
in their final moments.
Recent events have been trying,
I admit.
But I promise--
I am not here to pluck flowers from a thicket.
This is a courtesy,
because you have shown me respect.
Restore your house to order.
Or I will begin dealing...
with Nobu and Leland directly.
Gratitude for the tea.
[exclaims]
[yelling]
[breathing heavily]
Get out.
Sir, if there's anything I can bring--
[yelling] Get out!
[sighs heavily]
Think of the man you wanna be.
You sit here and you stare at that wall
and you think about that.
You're my son.
You should be a king, not some fat little pussy.
Sit.
What'd I say? Don't look at me, look at the wall.
Don't take your eyes off till I get back.
[Marlene] It's late, where are you going?
I gotta take care of something, what's it matter?
Can't it wait till tomorrow?
No, Marlene, it can't, all right?
[sighs] I gotta talk to Rigoletto... tonight.
-Oh, Jesus. -[Bill] Don't worry.
[Marlene] How much you owe him? [Bill] Don't worry about it.
-How much? -I got it covered.
That's all you need to know.
You know, I told you, you shouldn't have borrowed money from him.
But no, you had to be the big shot, huh?
-You had to have your face plastered all-- -[Marlene groaning]
It's not enough I get that shit out there?
I gotta get it in my own house? In my own house?
-[Marlene] Bill! No, no, no, no, no! -Shut up! Shut up!
-Shut up! -[sobbing] No, please!
-Shut up! Shut up! -No, please! No!
Shut up!
I didn't call for you.
No, I just thought you might need something.
If I needed you, I would've asked.
I don't think that's always true, sir.
We'll be all right. Thank you.
I like your place.
Not sure about the table.
-Looks like you aren't, either. -[inhales] Please go.
If that's what you really want.
He's worried about you... your friend.
Ah, he shouldn't be.
You made a promise...
to always be honest with me.
What is it?
I'm afraid.
Of what?
The way you'd look at me if you knew.
Tell me.
[Bill] Shut up! [Marlene sobbing] No, please!
[Bill hitting Marlene] Shut up! I don't wanna hear it!
-[Bill] I lost because of you! -No!
-Because of this family. -No!
[Bill] They see it!
They see you and that little bastard and they laugh!
[Marlene sobbing]
-[Bill] And you don't believe in me! -I do.
-And you see what happens? -No!
-You see what happens? -No!
-[hitting continues] -[Marlene wailing] Oh, God, no!
-[Bill] You don't believe in me! Shut up! -[hitting continues]
Stop it!
[breathing heavily]
What are you gonna do with that, fatty? Huh?
That's what I thought.
You believe this kid? He gets that shit from you.
Oh, God.
[Fisk grunting]
[yelling] Keep kicking him! Keep kicking him!
[screaming] Keep kicking him!
-Wilson... [shushing] -[Fisk sobbing]
-It's okay. -Mommy.
It's all right. It's all right, baby. It's all right. [shushing]
It's all right. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay, baby.
-It's okay. -[Fisk whimpering]
Okay.
[both breathing heavily]
Get the saw.
-[grunting] -[sawing]
[Fisk exhales]
We carried him in bags down to the river.
One every night, for the next week.
[Vanessa shudders]
Everyone in town knew that he owed money to Rigoletto.
So, I guess they thought that...
he'd left town to avoid him.
My mother, she sent me to live with relatives
on the farm that I told you about.
It wasn't your fault.
You were protecting your mother.
I didn't do it for her. I did it for me.
[inhales sharply] That's why I still wear these.
To remind myself that I'm not cruel for the sake of cruelty!
That I'm not my father!
That I'm not a monster!
Am I?
No, Wilson.
You aren't.
[Fisk sighs]
But soon it won't matter.
There are people out there that want to expose me.
They don't understand what I'm trying to do for this city.
They want to drag my name through the streets!
They want to destroy everything that I'm trying to accomplish.
[Fisk sighing heavily]
And are you going to let them?
No.
[thunder rumbling]
It was a total bust. No, I--
Ellison. Ellison, no--
He's a crazy old man in a tinfoil hat.
And why are we chasing a story like this anyway?
What?
Shit.
Look, can I call you back? I'm drowning out here.
Yes, yes, okay. Fine.
[thunder rumbling]
We need to talk.
Do you know who I am?
The Devil of Hell's Kitchen.
Do you believe that?
What they're saying about me?
You've been in an awful lot of wrong places at the wrong time lately.
But I've heard the other stories.
About the man in the mask, helping people.
Sounds like maybe there's more than one side to you.
I didn't blow the hell out of the Russians.
And I didn't shoot those cops.
[Ben] So, what?
You want me to write your side of this?
No, I want you to expose the man responsible.
The man who's tearing this city apart, piece by piece.
You got a name?
Wilson Fisk.
-Never heard of him. -Because he doesn't want you to.
That's what makes him dangerous.
Living in the shadows, no one knowing who he is.
Said the man in the mask.
-I'm trying to protect this city. -Maybe.
But right now they hate you. And have no idea who this Fisk guy is.
You can change that.
So could 100 other reporters.
Why me?
There are good people who trust you, Ben.
I have faith in their judgment.
Union Allied.
Guessing that was you who dumped that guy on the doorsteps of the Bulletin?
I think he's connected to Fisk.
That woman you saved that night?
She's a good kid.
Still believes you're a hero, despite what everybody's saying.
People like her are why I do this.
If I do the smart thing and say no?
Then I'll have to stop him some other way.
That has a ring of finality to it.
I'm not a killer.
I keep telling people that.
[Ben] But that could change, couldn't it?
[thunder rumbles]
What do you got?
Bits and pieces.
Russians... Triads... Yakuza...
all funneling money through a man named Leland Owlsley.
The Wall Street guy? How'd you get all this?
How do you think?
So all you got is what you've beaten out of people?
-I can't print that without credible-- -Detective Blake...
I was at the hospital when he died.
Yeah, they're saying you sent him on his way.
It was his partner, Hoffman. They both worked for Fisk.
Blake gave Fisk up, before he went.
You get this on tape?
Somebody else in the room to corroborate what he said?
I need reliable sources.
A bunch of "he said, she said" is not gonna put this guy away.
We don't need to put him away. Just drag him into the light.
Give him nowhere to hide.
Once the city knows who he is...
they'll tear him apart.
And this is the guy at the top. You sure about that?
I'd bet my life on it.
You're betting mine now, too.
-Tell me everything you know. -[thunder rumbling]
[breathing heavily]
[gasps]
[Ben] "'You get what you deserve.'
It's an old saying.
One that survived the years, because it's true.
For the most part.
But not for everyone.
Some get more than they deserve.
Because they believe they aren't like everyone else.
That the rules, the ones people like me and you,
the people that work and struggle to live our lives, just live,
don't apply to them.
That they can do anything and live happily ever after,
while the rest of us suffer.
They do this from the shadows.
Shadows that we cast.
With our indifference.
With a pervasive lack of interest in anything
that doesn't directly affect us, we, in the here and now.
Or maybe it's just the shadow of weariness.
Of how tired we are,
struggling to claw our way back to a middle class that no longer exist,
because of those who take more than they deserve.
And they keep taking,
until all that's left for the rest of us
is a memory of how it used to be
before the corporations and the bottom line decided
we didn't matter anymore.
But we do.
You and I, the people of this city...
we still matter.
There's someone in Hell's Kitchen that doesn't share this belief.
He's been among us for quite some time.
You've never heard his name. You've never seen his face.
He's stayed in the shadows.
Because men like him, men that want to control our city, our lives,
fear the light and what it reveals.
This man must no longer be allowed to operate in the darkness.
If he has nothing to hide, let him step forward."
[Fisk on TV] I'm not very good at this, out, being in public.
But I felt the need to speak up for this city
that I love with all my heart.
No one should have to live in fear.
[crowd applauding]
[Fisk] In fear of madmen...
who have no regard for who they injure.
In fear of the Devil of Hell's Kitchen,
who has inflicted untold pain and suffering.
This masked terrorist and psychopaths of his kind,
we must show them
we will not bow down to their campaign of coercion and intimidation.
We must stand up to them.
As this man, my dearest friend, Leland Owlsley,
a pillar in the financial community,
stood up when he was recently assaulted.
But this assault was for no other reason than to send me a message.
A message warning me to stop.
To give up my dream that I have for this city.
A dream of a better place.
A place for its citizens to feel safe.
To feel pride.
I tried to do this quietly,
not wanting to draw attention.
The last thing I wanted
was for anyone close to me
to become a target from those who do not share my dream.
For those who will have this city stay exactly as it is,
mired in poverty and crime.
But I know now it was foolish to make that decision.
That I can no longer do it alone.
That I cannot keep living in the shadows...
afraid of the light.
None of us can. None of us should be forced to.
We must do this together.
We must resist those who would have us live in fear.
My name...
is Wilson Fisk.
And together, we can make this city a better place.
[crowd cheering]
-[yelling] -[objects smashing]
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
[dramatic music playing]