For everyone still holding their breath from Matt’s run-in with the cops at the end of the previous episode, the cliffhanger resolves itself quickly. Well, slowly at first, and then quickly.
The cops have Matt and the unconscious Vladimir surrounded, and our hero has his hands on his head. What’s he going to do? Flip and then punch the cops? Punch the cops and then flip? Actually, he’s going to surrender—that is, until one of “cops” reminds the other that their order specified no witness. Which gives Matt permission to punch and flip all over their asses.
Does someone need to remind Ben Urich that notecards exist? I mean, I understand how cool and symbolic it is to diagram your understanding of the Hell’s Kitchen underworld on a deck of playing cards, but they’re harder to read than say—I don’t know—a Post-It note. Plus, you ruin a perfectly good deck of cards. But I digress. The explosions have naturally caught the attention of Hell’s Kitchen’s newspaper, Not The Daily Bugle, and Ben’s editor is gung-ho to get to the bottom of it. He reads off a list of locations to Ben, and the veteran investigative reporter immediately identifies the spots as Russian-controlled.
Now that Fisk’s big “look at these explosions I planned” moment with Vanessa is over, he has to tie up the loose ends—specifically, Vladimir and the masked man, whom Wesley informs him have escaped. Fisk tells his right-hand man that he prefers that the clean-up be left to the cops. “Let the police do their jobs,” he says. “That’s what I pay them for, isn’t it?” And that plan involves Blake and Hoffman, the two dirty detectives from the previous episode, both torturing and killing trapped Russians and ordering the other cops to shoot any survivors “in the head.” Isn’t a blown-up building filled with gunshot victims going to look the tiniest bit suspicious? I’m thinking Blake isn’t very good at this whole “dirty cop” game.
We finally return to Daredevil as he’s carrying Vladimir into the abandoned warehouse where most of this episode’s action will take place. The Russian has been wounded pretty badly, but Matt still needs whatever he can get from him on Fisk. Vladimir, still convinced that Matt is responsible for killing his brother Anatoly, isn’t willing to cooperate with the masked man’s crusade to bring down Fisk—to the tune of “suck my dick.” It seems for a second that he dies, which would make those some of the most baller last words ever. But no; he’s just passed out.
At the hospital, we see the large chaos that the explosions have caused. Foggy and Karen bring in their hurt old lady friend, whom Claire is kind enough to take off their hands. But Matt’s law partner has a boo-boo of his own. “Oh, that explains it,” Foggy says to Karen. “Explains what?” she asks. Answer: “The stabbing pain in my side.”
While Foggy gets some attention, a phone call pulls Claire away. It’s Matt, and he needs some help. Not the usual kind he asks Claire for: He needs to know how he can save the life of the man that had her kidnapped and beaten. Though she obviously has reservations, Claire tells him that he can cauterize the wound with one of the road flares he’s found.
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