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{{Quote|I didn't do this! I didn't do this!|Karen Page|Into the Ring}}
{{Quote|I didn't do this! I didn't do this!|Karen Page|Into the Ring}}
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{{Quote|[[Union Allied Construction]]. I was secretary. [[Daniel Fisher|Daniel]] worked downstairs in legal. I didn't know him... very well, but he was always nice, you know. But it's hard to meet people in this [[New York City|city]] so I asked him if he would have a drink with me."<br>"You asked him?"<br>"Like I said he was a nice guy. We met at the [[Three Roads Bar]] on 49th street. We had a few drinks. And the next thing that I remember is waking up on the floor of my [[Karen Page's Apartment|apartment]] covered in blood. His blood. Now, I'm not stupid; I know how that sounds. But I am telling you we met at the bar. We had a few drinks. And I don't know what happened after that. It wasn't me. Please...|Karen Page and [[Matt Murdock]]|Into the Ring}}
"Union Allied Construction. I was secretary. Daniel worked downstairs in legal. I didn't know him... very well, but he was always nice, you know. But it's hard to meet people in this city so I asked him if he would have a drink with me." "You asked him?" "Like I said he was a nice guy. We met at the Three Roads Bar on 49th street. We had a few drinks. And the next thing that I remember is waking up on the floor of my apartment covered in blood. His blood. Now, I'm not stupid; I know how that sounds. But I am telling you we met at the bar. We had a few drinks. And I don't know what happened after that. It wasn't me. Please..."
"I exposed criminal activity." "And had you taken that information to any law enforcement agency your rights may have been protected but instead you went to the New York Bulletin, a privately owned news organization."
"I read every big story with your byline. The VA kickbacks, toxic runoff, the Teachers Union scandal. Hell, you pretty much brought down the Italian mob back when I was in diapers. Whatever happened to that reporter, Mr. Urich?" "He got old. And a hell of a lot less stupid."
"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 going to just stick my head in the sand and let it happen to somebody else because I am scared. Which I am, a lot."
"The Mask came to Ben for help, I don't care how rich Fisk is, no one can totally erase their past. Somewhere out there there has to be a piece of paper, a witness, the truth."
"I'm sorry Ben, there's nothing worse, feeling choices are made for us, there's nothing you can do but swim in shit and hope you don't get too much in your mouth." "Shit like you?"
"Do you really think I would put a loaded gun on the table where you could reach it?" "I don't know, do you really think this is the first time I've shot someone?"
"You know I'm starting to think I made a mistake coming to work here." "Do you want to leave?" "No, this is my home, you and Foggy are the only good things in my life right now."
"Mrs. Urich I, I think it's my fault what happened to Ben, I pushed him into a story that he didn't want..." "Ben Urich never got pushed into doing anything he didn't want to do. He was a reporter, that's what he lived for, and he passed doing what he loved, what he had to do."
"I cannot believe this is the same guy that stopped that Union Alliednut from stabbing me in my apartment. That is a serious upgrade." "I don't know, I think the horns are a little much."
"Maybe we created him. All of us. The moment that we let Daredevil, or the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, or whatever it is-" "There's... There's no connection." "Well, actually, I think it's a pretty straight line, Matt. Daredevil practiced vigilante justice in our backyard and we applauded him for it. I know that I did. And we never stopped to think that maybe his actions could open the door for men like this. Men with guns. Men who think that the law belongs to them."
"And all of these people were were killed by the same man?" "He's tracking gangs to their home turf and taking them out with military precision. But it doesn't stop there." "What do you mean, "doesn't stop"?" "His targets aren't random, Mr. Grote. He knows exactly who he wants to hit."
"What makes you think I could help you, even if I wanted to?" "You have information on the Punisher." "That's classified." "Do I look like I'm going to post it on YouTube?"
"Gotta hand it to Brett." "I'm glad people like him are looking out for Hell's Kitchen." "Yeah. And I'm glad someone was looking out for him." "Press are calling Castle a "cold-blooded psychopath." The D.A.'s going to have a helluva time using his prosecution to turn herself into a hero. It's all working out perfectly. " "Wow. Way to bring us down..." "I'm...!" "Hey Josie, would you mind turning the TV off? It's upsetting some of the regulars. I think we've had enough Punisher for one evening." "Okay." "All right?" "I'll drink to that." "To Brett. And to a safe Hell's Kitchen." "Here-here. I'm gonna get us another round. I hope you two saved room for shots." "Oh, no-no..." "Thanks, Fog. Hey. You okay?" "Yeah. Okay, that wasn't convincing, was it? Umm... I don't know. I just, uh... Days like today remind me how precious life can be, you know?" "What's your brother like?" "Um... he's sweet. He's a... good brother."
"Careful, Matt." "What's that?" "Keep going like this, you just might end up happy. And for a Catholic boy, that's a pretty dangerous thing." "I don't know what you're talking about." "Godspeed, Matt Murdock." "Hey! Where next?" "Home. I'm gonna sleep for a week. Someone had the awful idea of doing shots! I think I've had enough excitement for one evening." "'Kay..." "See you two in the morning!" "See ya, Fog." "Bye! Do you mind the rain?" "No." "Then I'll walk you home."
"You pick it out yourself?" "Why?" "People who don't know shit about guns usually go for something shiny. You know, something with a with a fancy grip. There's always the asshole who gets the big hand cannon that kicks like a mule and they're too afraid to use it. But a 380 shows thought."
"Murdock." "Umm... Yeah. He's got issues. It's complicated, like most people. Hard person to get to know. I just think that inside he's..." "You love him, right?" "You can't know that." "I'm sorry, can't know what?" "You can't..." "Come on. We're in court, all that shit going on it's all over your face. You can't hide that. You love him." "I might have... feelings for Matt Murdock, but it's just a swirl, it's a lot of things. Like... ingredients. It's not love. He's the kind of man that hurts people. Not like you, but... he damages them. Breaks them." "Sorry, is that supposed to mean something?" "So those are the people that you get out of your life." "Is that right? Look, I might be generally considered out of my skull, so this might not mean much, but this could be the craziest, most batshit thing I've ever heard in my life. People that can hurt you, the ones that can really hurt you, are the ones that are close enough to do it. People that get inside you and... and... and tear you apart, and make you feel like you're never gonna recover. Shit, I'd... I... I would chop my arm off right here, in this restaurant, just to feel that one more time for my wife. My old lady, she didn't just break my heart. She... she'd rip it out, she'd tear it apart, she'd step on that shit, feed it to a dog. I mean she was ruthless. She brought the pain. But she'll never hurt me again. You see, I'll never feel that. You sit here and you're all confused about this thing, but you have it. You have everything. So, hold on to it. Use two hands and never let go. You got it?"
"Danny's plan is--" "The idiotic dream of a child." "Karen Page at The Bulletin seemed to like it." "What? You already went to the press?" "She seems to think it's gonna make front page tomorrow."
"Hi." "Hey. It's after midnight." "Yeah. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important." "You could give me a little more than that." "It's the Hand. They came for you before, Karen. I won't let that happen to you again." "I don't believe this..." "I know. They're back in New York..." "No, no, it's not them. This - This is how you tell me that you're doing it again? Because that's what you're saying. You're going out as him." "Uh, no, actually. Uh, well... not yet." "All right, but you told me you didn't miss it. What am I..." "I know what I said. We don't have to have this conversation." "Of course we don't. Just talk to me! Please, Matt! Just... just tell me." "...I'm doing it again. Because if I don't, people will die. Whatever the Hand is up to, New York is in its crosshairs. I have to do this." "I know. I don't... Look I don't need your protection, Matt. Whatever it is you're doing - or Daredevil is doing - I'm not a part of it anymore, so..." "That may be the case. Unfortunately, it doesn't matter if you're part of Daredevil's world or not, because they may be coming after Matt Murdock's too." "I'm sorry, does that mean they know who you are?" "I just can't take any chances..." "Matt, that isn't your call!" "Can you please just come with me? Just lay low a couple of days. That's all I'm asking. I'm sorry. Thank you." "Yeah, well don't... I'm not doing this for you. It's just... self-preservation at this point." "You deserve better, Karen..." "So do you... "
