We come into this world who we are. And maybe we get a little nicer, or a little angrier. But we can’t change our fundamental nature.
I’m not seeking penance for what I’ve done, Father. I’m asking forgiveness…for what I’m about to do.
I’m not as capable as I was, but I don’t get to choose who I am. I’m Daredevil. Not even God can stop that now.
You will go back to prison, and you will live the rest of your miserable life in a cage, knowing you’ll never have Vanessa, that this city rejected you. It beat you. I beat you! You’ll keep my secret, and you won’t harm Karen Page or Foggy Nelson, or anyone else. Because if you do, I will go after your wife. And I will prove Vanessa ordered the murder of Agent Ray Nadeem, and like her husband, she’ll spend the rest of her life in a cell.[to Fisk]
All right, Frank. You don’t want to tell us? I’ll tell you. I’m gonna tell you exactly what kind of man you are. You’re the kind of man this city needs. Because ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we all know this city needs help. Needs it now. Not tomorrow, not next week, not when the day comes, when the corruption that Wilson Fisk left in his wake is flushed out for good, and the police force is finally back on its feet. We need it now. ‘Cause this city’s been sick. And the cops, they can’t fix it alone, they need, we all need men and women who are willing to take the fight themselves. The kind of people who risk their lives so that we can walk safe at night in our own neighborhoods. The ones our esteemed District Attorney here is trying so hard to destroy. New York needs these people. We need heroes.
This is the part where law meets reality. Either I put on the mask or we risk losing Hoffman and Fisk wins.