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-->'''Foggy:''' Marci. Convincing ''my'' client to agree to ''your'' terms? That's your job, and I'm not gonna do it for you. See, you think there are only two options: These tenants take the payout and leave, or leave without taking it. But given how long they've put up with Tully's bullshit, I think you're actually afraid that Mrs. ''Cardenas'' and her neighbors will find a way to eke by. And short of physically and ''very illegally'' forcing tenants from their rent-controlled homes, Armand Tully loses his condos, your firm loses Tully, and that's very bad for business. You want me and my client to think you're doing us a favor, that we have no leverage when really, we have all of it. So you're gonna see us in court, where I will absolutely dismantle you from the top of your salon blowout to the bottom of your overpriced pumps.
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* Wilson Fisk pulls the rug out from under Matt and Ben when he announces himself at a press conference. He gives a RousingSpeech about how much he loves Hell's Kitchen and wants to make it a better place, thereby painting himself as TheHero and Matt's secret identity as the villain. Not only does he OutGambit Matt's plan to expose him, but also renders pointless all of Matt's efforts to dig up information about him from the beginning of the series.
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* Wilson Fisk pulls the rug out from under Matt and Ben when he announces himself at by simply calling a press conference. He gives a RousingSpeech about how much he loves Hell's Kitchen and wants to make it a better place, thereby painting himself as TheHero and Matt's secret identity as the villain. Not only does he OutGambit Matt's plan to expose him, but also renders pointless all of Matt's efforts to dig up information about him from the beginning of the series.series.
-->'''Wilson Fisk:''' 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.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.
** The best part is that Fisk actually manages to amass more power for himself. Up to this point, he's relied on hiding in the shadows, and people being so afraid of him that they'll kill themselves rather than give up his name. By putting the public spotlight on himself, [[VillainWithGoodPublicity Fisk gets to control the narrative and dictate how the public perceives him]]. He can make his feud with the Devil of Hell's Kitchen public, and yet get everyone to believe he's the good guy in all this.
-->'''Wilson Fisk:''' 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.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.
** The best part is that Fisk actually manages to amass more power for himself. Up to this point, he's relied on hiding in the shadows, and people being so afraid of him that they'll kill themselves rather than give up his name. By putting the public spotlight on himself, [[VillainWithGoodPublicity Fisk gets to control the narrative and dictate how the public perceives him]]. He can make his feud with the Devil of Hell's Kitchen public, and yet get everyone to believe he's the good guy in all this.
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-->'''Matt Murdock:''' Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, forgive me if I seem distracted. I've been preoccupied of late with, uh, questions of morality. Of right and wrong, good and evil. [[BlackAndWhiteMorality Sometimes the delineation between the two is a sharp line]]. [[GreyAndGrayMorality Sometimes it's a blur]]. And often it's like pornography: you just know when you see it. A man is dead. I don't mean to make light of that, but these questions...these questions are vital ones because they tether us to each other, to humanity. Not everyone feels this way. Not everyone sees the sharp line, only the blur. A man is dead. Um, a man is dead. And my client, John Healy, took his life. This is not in dispute. It is a matter of record. Of ''fact''. And facts have no moral judgment. They merely state what is. Not what we think of them, not what we feel. They just ''are''. What was in my client's heart when he took Mr. Prohaszka's life, whether he is a good man or something else entirely, is irrelevant. These questions of good and evil, as important as they are, have no place in a court of law. Only the facts matter. My client claims he acted in self-defense. Mr. Prohaszka's associates have refused to make a statement regarding the incident. The only other witness, a frightened young woman, has stated that my client was pleasant and friendly, and that she only saw the struggle with Mr. Prohaszka after it had started. Those are the facts. Based on these and these alone, the prosecution has failed to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that my client was not acting solely in self-defense. And those, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, are the facts. My client, based purely on the sanctity of the law which we've all sworn an oath to uphold, must be acquitted of these charges. Now, beyond that, beyond these walls, [[ConvictedByPublicOpinion he may well face a judgment of his own making]]. But here in this courtroom the judgement is yours and yours alone.
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-->'''Matt Murdock:''' Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, forgive me if I seem distracted. I've been preoccupied of late with, uh, questions of morality. Of right and wrong, good and evil. [[BlackAndWhiteMorality Sometimes the delineation between the two is a sharp line]]. [[GreyAndGrayMorality Sometimes it's a blur]]. And often it's like pornography: you just know when you see it. A man is dead. I don't mean to make light of that, but these questions... these questions are vital ones because they tether us to each other, to humanity. Not everyone feels this way. Not everyone sees the sharp line, only the blur. A man is dead. Um, a man is dead. And my client, John Healy, took his life. This is not in dispute. It is a matter of record. Of ''fact''. And facts have no moral judgment. They merely state what is. Not what we think of them, not what we feel. They just ''are''. What was in my client's heart when he took Mr. Prohaszka's life, whether he is a good man or something else entirely, is irrelevant. These questions of good and evil, as important as they are, have no place in a court of law. Only the facts matter. My client claims he acted in self-defense. Mr. Prohaszka's associates have refused to make a statement regarding the incident. The only other witness, a frightened young woman, has stated that my client was pleasant and friendly, and that she only saw the struggle with Mr. Prohaszka after it had started. Those are the facts. Based on these and these alone, the prosecution has failed to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that my client was not acting solely in self-defense. And those, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, are the facts. My client, based purely on the sanctity of the law which we've all sworn an oath to uphold, must be acquitted of these charges. Now, beyond that, beyond these walls, [[ConvictedByPublicOpinion he may well face a judgment of his own making]]. But here in this courtroom the judgement is yours and yours alone.
