The Defenders 1x02 Mean Right Hook
What's happening?
All units, we got a 10-66.
Requesting backup immediately.
- I can't open my door! - Take what you can.
Hey! What the hell do you kids think you're doing?
- Shit! - You're not gonna steal from my store!
- Just take the stuff! - Hey, hey, we're really sorry.
Too late for that.
- Okay! Okay! - We'll put it back.
Hurry, this way! Come on. Run!
Don't you run from me...
you looter sons of bitches!
There they go! Get the other gun!
Guys, hurry! They're coming!
Hurry, this way! Come on!
Please, stop. We'll leave...
Oh, shit!
Run!
Come on, you pieces of shit!
You want some, too?
Don't do it. They're just kids.
Who are you?
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Hey, Jess. It's me calling you for the third or fourth or 19th time.
I hear your neighborhood was hit pretty hard,
so call me so I know you're okay.
Hey! Excuse me! Excuse me. I'm so sorry. I'm running late for work.
- Can I sneak through? - You can try.
Thank you.
Holy shit.
Trish, it's really scary when something like this happens.
What do I tell my kids?
After everything we've been through,
we can't help but think it's the incident or terrorism.
True, but there's nothing to worry about.
The mayor's office confirmed this morning, it was a 4.6 magnitude earthquake.
A shallow one, actually, centered in Hell's Kitchen.
I'm told seismologists are looking at a fault line on the Hudson
to see if it could be the source of the problem.
Jane from Brooklyn, you're on Trish Talk. What did you feel last night?
Not an earthquake, that's for sure.
Right. Brooklyn's outside the affected area.
No. I mean, whatever it was, you're reporting it wrong.
Look, I know it's easy to give into fear, but...
I'm no conspiracy theorist. I'm a geologist.
Shallow earthquakes can be up to 50-miles deep.
But whatever happened last night was only 300-feet deep...
Wait, what?
Hello?
Okay, so it looks like phone lines may have been affected, too.
But let's keep the conversation going. I want your thoughts next.
Trish Talk, stay tuned. Thanks for listening.
What the hell happened?
The interview with the school superintendent,
boss says it's going on now.
- Did you cut off my call? - They called from upstairs.
Said we gotta lay off the earthquake stuff.
I don't know why, but from the tone they used,
it was not a conversation.
Detective Knight. Took long enough to get here.
Got here fast as I could, Captain.
Well, the room was paid for in cash. No records downstairs.
Place like this, company motto is "No questions asked."
The FBI showed up just after we did. And Homeland Security's on the way.
So whatever this is, we got orders to keep it away from the press.
- What is this? We got a body? - Worse. Looks like you were right.
Son of a bitch.
I told you these assholes were transporting explosives.
We sure it's them?
Uh, at the very least, I think it's connected.
Maybe the fireworks are theirs, and maybe somebody stole them from 'em.
I just sign the overtime. This shit's for you to figure out.
- Well, who called this in? - Oh, now that's where it gets funny.
Jessica Jones.
I heard about her. Thought she'd be bigger.
Says she was following a client.
- I bet this scared the shit out of her. - Rumor is, she ain't scared of much.
Well, she ain't met you.
You gotta be kidding me.
So the guy who rented this room...
I already told you, I didn't see him. He was gone before I got here.
Now I have been here four hours.
Can I go now, dipshit?
You're done when we're done.
You got a mouth.
You noticed.
Ms. Jones, you can go for now.
Stupid son of a bitch.
Can you believe this chick?
Did she just take...
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Looks like we're good.
I don't see any damage.
And thank God. No one told me I'd need earthquake insurance in New York.
Danny?
Danny...
- Hey. - Hey.
Everything okay out there?
They're saying the epicenter was in Hell's Kitchen.
Hmm.
I'm glad you're meditating. You need a break.
It's not a break. I'm refocusing.
If I ever come across that warrior again, I'll be prepared.
Yeah. Okay, look.
I've been thinking about the man who died in the sewer.
He called you Iron Fist. He knew something.
He wasn't just a victim. I...
I think he's our next lead.
Well, he died fighting the Hand, right?
- That must be a sign. - Of what?
That we have allies.
We're not alone in this.
No.
This is my responsibility. It's my fight.
Yeah. You keep saying that, but whoever he was, he was trained.
And he was also willing to die.
He might not have died if I hadn't left my post in K'un-Lun.
- I know that you are angry... - This isn't about anger.
It's about fault.
All I'm saying is you're not the only person the Hand has ever hurt.
It was his fight, too.
And mine.
You're not alone in this.
So what?
We just go and find a team to join?
An army?
He sent us back to New York. Maybe there are people here.
It's a shot in the dark, but I think it's one worth taking.
Okay.
So I guess you have a plan?
As a matter of fact...
His weapon, the sword he fought with...
It wasn't a standard katana. It was a Tsukamoto.
There are maybe ten of these in the world.
There is a workshop here in New York. One of the world's best.
If the guy who died in Cambodia ever had business here,
maybe it was at that workshop.
And what if he didn't?
Then we keep looking.
What if it's a trap?
Then we fight our way out of it.
Danny, what?
You and I, we...
We haven't had the greatest luck trusting other people.
Yeah...
but do you trust me?
Of course.
God damn it. God damn it.
Foggy. Foggy.
Foggy. Fog...
Hey, Foggy.
Just keep it clean.
Not a lot of people have insurance here.
Yeah? At least nobody died.
Thanks to you.
You know, most people get out of jail and they, uh...
pop a beer.
Maybe I will go get a drink.
I was thinking about going by Elmore's tonight.
- Elmore's? - Yeah, the bar on Douglass.
Oh, I know it.
Has a reputation for a certain kind of crowd.
That's kinda what I was hoping.
Are you hunting criminals?
'Cause I thought you said you were gonna take it easy on that for a while.
Look, someone's hiring young men in Harlem to do their dirty work.
Misty said the NYPD doesn't know what these young men are doing,
but the body count's growing, so...
Okay.
Is the NYPD gonna pay you for doing their job?
No. But this...
This one kid, he's too afraid to ask for help.
I gotta step in before anyone else gets hurt.
- It's... it's what Pop would've wanted. - I know.
It's like you said,
if we don't take responsibility for our neighborhood, no one else will.
If you're gonna rattle heads for answers,
you should know no one goes to Elmore's anymore.
I've stitched up enough knife wounds at the shelter to know
if you're looking for the current criminal hotspot,
the place to go is on 188th Street.
Rathole called Trouble and a Pair of Dice.
I'm told your donation to the Philharmonic should just about cover the remodeling.
A small price to pay in the larger scheme of things.
You know, with the kind of support you've provided,
we would love to host you at our next gala.
I've always preferred a more intimate setting.
Of course.
The piece you've requested is a curious one.
Brahms didn't often write in C minor.
Matter of fact, that was Beethoven's key of choice.
But here, Beethoven's influence is quite pronounced.
It's not influence. It was a direct response.
All Brahms wanted was to prove that he could do it, too.
He was petty like that.
Your insight on music history, it never ceases to amaze me.
Oh, it's nothing. It's just stuff I picked up along the way.
If you'll excuse me.
Of course.
- There's been a complication. - What kind?
There's a wall blocking our access. It is full of inscriptions.
Familiar phrases about K'un-Lun.
- Tear it down. - We've tried. Nothing works.
We've never encountered a wall before.
They knew we'd get here... eventually.
Perhaps we should rethink our plan.
That's always been the difference between us.
You are quick to rethink. I'm a bit more stubborn.
If they wanted to take this one from us forever,
they would've destroyed it, not protected it.
- Which means it's not a wall. - I've seen it.
It's a door.
It's meant to be opened.
By what?
The conviction of the elders of K'un-Lun was always unwavering.
They think it's a virtue.
But in the end, all it ever did was make them predictable.
They've locked it away.
But a lock is not a lock without a key.
And from the beginning, they have valued one thing above all else.
Okay.
What?
You've gotta be kidding me.
You've got to be kidding me.
- Hi. I'm confused. - Okay?
I'm looking into this company,
but they've been transferring assets from one corporation to the next.
Like, they're changing their name, shell company stuff.
Yet, I have no idea what it is they actually do.
Oh, so what do you need from me?
The oldest record dates back to 1820,
but as crazy as this sounds, I need to go back further than that.
Oh, well, you... you wanna go to the historical branch uptown.
And you'll need an appointment.
Okay, thanks.
Actually, you don't.
Jessica, we need to talk.
Hogarth.
Been a long time, Josie.
I can't tell you how much I miss this place.
Oh, so Mr. Uptown misses our humble establishment.
How's work?
I heard about that settlement.
- Eleven million. - Yeah.
You sure you want to stay pro bono?
I'm just happy I could help.
- Thanks, Josie. - Hmm.
How about you? How's things?
Good. Big office.
Far from what we dreamed about doing when we were kids,
but at least I get to see Marci a lot.
- After hours. - That's great, Foggy.
Naked, I mean.
Hey, thanks for reaching out. It's, uh... been a while, huh?
That it has.
I talked to Karen. She said you guys grabbed coffee.
I don't mean to pry, but where you guys at?
Relationship status?
- We are "figuring ourselves out." - Good.
After you told her your little secret,
lucky she didn't freak out and have us both disbarred.
- We can trust her. - I know.
You can trust me, too.
How you doing after last night?
Uh, yeah, good. It was, uh, crazy.
That's not what I'm talking about.
You don't have to say it. Your knuckles speak volumes.
That why you called? To see if I'd done anything stupid?
Nobody's saying it's stupid. I know you're trying.
Earth shook, Foggy. The cops weren't coming.
Matt, stop!
Whatever you're going through, I'm not gonna judge.
But I do think I can help you through it.
I came to offer you something.
These are case files. Stuff I'm too busy to handle right now.
Ranging from petty bullshit to life-changingly important.
- Come on, I don't need your charity. - This isn't that. It's outsourcing.
Most importantly, it's the type of stuff you're doing anyway.
Malpractice. Workmen's comp. Good people who need justice.
If you take these, it'll keep you up-to-your-eyeballs busy.
And the next time you're on the fence about stepping out at night...
you'll be too busy being another kind of hero.
It's not a solution. Not long-term.
But right now...
it's the best I got.
What if it doesn't work?
Then we tried anyway.
All right. Thanks, man.
- What are you doing here? - Talking to you.
In a city of nine million people, we just happen to bump into each other?
Are you having me followed?
I can't believe this.
- You haven't returned my calls. - I haven't returned anybody's calls.
I couldn't help but take it personally.
Maybe you should.
I'm here to ask you to be careful.
- Be careful why? - FBI, Homeland Security.
Whatever it is you stumbled onto last night, it's big.
I didn't stumble onto anything. I took a case on purpose.
- Oh, I... I heard you'd put that off. - You heard wrong.
Listen, I... I know you well enough, so I'm going to say this very simply.
Walk away.
Whatever this is, let the feds handle it.
After your rather explosive discovery last night,
your client's husband has been placed on a federal watch list.
It's now a matter of national security.
Which means hundreds of law enforcement officers.
All hands on deck. Every ego on display.
All it takes is one overzealous agent who wants to save the world,
and this man, John Raymond,
and anyone suspected of aiding him will be shot on sight.
There is nothing in this guy's profile that suggests he's a terrorist.
They just found enough C-4 in that motel room to level a city block.
What do you think it looks like?
The government is not going to rest until they've got him.
I just... I don't wanna see you caught in the cross fire.
Is this about protecting me or protecting you?
Take the day off. Have a drink or five. You've earned it.
They wouldn't have found those explosives if it weren't for you.
You actually saved lives today.
Well, save yourself some time, Hogarth. Stop worrying about me.
This only looks like plastic, but I'm telling you it's solid gold.
Earthquake has everyone going crazy.
Nobody's paying attention to the little things,
like what is or isn't in their wallets.
- Welcome back, big man. - We need to talk.
- This is how you talk? - I want answers, Turk.
How I get 'em is up to you.
Cage, what part of this shit looks like it's up to me?
Mariah and Shades... I need to know what they're up to.
Far as I know, nothing. They ghosted right after you left.
If they got their hands in anything, it ain't stuff I've seen.
Then who's recruiting kids out of Harlem and getting them killed?
Kids? Man, do I look like the PTA?
Late-night work. Pays well, ends bad. No one seems to know what they're doing.
Look, I'd love to help, but I don't know shit.
I think you do.
Okay! I heard about it!
But ain't nobody come asking me, okay? I'm too old-school for this anyway.
What are they doing? And who are they doing it for?
Some new guy. Can't miss him.
I don't know his name.
Everyone just calls him White Hat on account of his unique fashion sense.
Real deal African brother, too, man. White suit, Panama hat, alligator shoes.
- Where can I find him? - I've only seen him a couple times.
Try around 151st and Amsterdam.
If this isn't the truth, I'll be back.
And you won't like me then.
I don't like you now.
Hello?
Is it weird that I wanna live here?
Danny.
Danny, this is a Tsukamoto.
Huh.
Just like the one you showed me.
Yeah.
But you don't sharpen these.
Unless you plan on using them.
Danny...
Oh, my God.
It hasn't been long.
He's still warm.
Hey.
Someone was dragged out of here.
This must have been the Hand.
Then who are these people?
I don't know.
Danny?
What is it?
It's K'un-Lun.
- Misty, it's Luke. - Hey.
I think I found something.
You should get a warrant and get down here.
- Am I making arrests? - Think so. It's about those kids.
I may have found a lead.
Luke? Where are you? I need an address.
- Never mind. - What?
- I gotta take care of someone first. - No. Luke...
Push my calls ten minutes. Franklin, I need a word.
See you later.
How's your case load? I need you to keep an eye on something.
- Happy to. - But it's gotta be off the record.
Okay.
Someone who used to work here, a freelancer...
She has a tendency to go rogue. Her name is Jessica Jones.
Now you and I never had this conversation,
but the second she gets herself into trouble,
priority one is keeping that trouble very far away from us.
Okay.
So... Sorry, uh, just to be clear...
this is all just in case? She's not in trouble now?
I wish. With Jessica, it's just a matter of time.
Hey.
Jess, where have you been?
- Sorry, I had a long day. - Me, too.
Something weird's going on at the studio.
Weird how?
This tremor stuff, I think...
I think they want me to sweep it under the rug.
Trish, I gotta call you back.
Malcolm, what did I tell you about coming in my apartment?
I told you to stop following me.
It doesn't make sense.
Why do these people have a picture of K'un-Lun?
And what else did they know?
Someone's coming.
You guys start over there.
What are they doing?
I don't know.
But they're not gonna get away with this.
Your wife came to me.
She was worried.
- I told you to stay away. - Mr. Raymond, trust me.
Right now, I wish I'd listened.
Are you working with them?
With who?
You know who I'm talking about.
I work alone.
Always has.
Look, like I said, I'm barely on the payroll.
Okay, whatever you think is going on...
whatever you think is happening here...
I know damn well what is happening here. I know too much.
And next, they'll come after my family.
Who's they? Who do you think is after you?
I can't tell you. I...
This... this is not me. I'm a good man.
Make sure you tell her that.
Okay, with any luck, you're gonna tell her that yourself.
Now your family is worried. They just wanted to know what happened.
And the cops...
They just wanna know why you started stockpiling explosives.
What?
There's nowhere to go.
They'll find me. They'll... they'll hurt me.
To be honest, if you hurt my friend, I'm gonna hurt you worse.
I was just trying to stop them.
- They're gonna take down the city. - Who?
I can't help you if you won't tell me who.
I should never have come here.
Oh, my God. It's too late.
You can't have this.
You okay?
Hold it right there.
- Shit. - Turn around.
Get your hands up!
Now!
Hey there, assholes.
- You with the Hand? - No!
- What are you doing in there? - I don't know! I'm just a cleanup!
- Cleanup for them? - I don't know who they are!
Don't lie to me!
- Who are you? - Who are you?
- You all right? - What are you doing?
In between gigs, huh?
Hey!
- You back for more? - Oh...
we've not even started.
What are you made of?
Just remember, you started this.
Stay down.
Freeze!
Danny! We have to go!
Get on your knees, now!
On your knees! Hands in the air!
Everyone else on your side is dead.
You know who I am, I know who you are,
so let's skip the wartime banter.
Time is not something I can afford to waste.
Not for your benefit but for mine, I'm taking the blinds off.
Try not to bite, old friend.
It's undignified.
Alexandra.
Stick.
We have so much to talk about.
- Are these necessary? - Standard protocol. Nothing personal.
John Raymond, the body we found in your office slash apartment.
Malcolm Ducasse, your friend being interrogated down the hall.
And Jessica...
- Look, I don't know what... - Jones.
Really?
You have been a huge pain in my ass all day, you know that?
- Am I being charged with something? - Not yet.
But you might have interrupted a city-wide investigation.
- You stole evidence from my crime scene. - I don't know what you're talking about.
And you got my one lead killed.
- I was trying to help him. - But you didn't.
- His family was worried. - Yeah?
Well, now all they have to worry about are funeral arrangements.
Your office is currently a crime scene, but I need your cooperation.
- Am I a suspect? - Criminal mischief...
tampering with evidence, petty larceny...
- Am I a murder suspect? - No. But I think you know who killed him.
- Yeah. He shot himself. - Then who were you chasing?
Officer, unless you have a reason to hold me...
Don't give me that "officer" bullshit. What did you see?
Look, I know that you think you're just doing your job,
but I'm telling you, this case isn't normal.
You are walking into some weird-ass shit.
Jessica Jones, stop talking.
Hi, this is over.
Who the hell are you?
My name is Matthew Murdock. I'm your attorney.
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