Good God.
Matthew.
Matthew.
Matthew.
They say your whole life flashes before
your eyes when you die.
And it's true, even for a blind man.
I grew up in Hell's Kitchen.
The politicians and the real-estate
developers call it Clinton now.
But a neighborhood,
like everything else, has a soul.
And souls don 't change with a name.
Come on, hit me.
I'll give you a free shot.
- Hit him again.
- You fight like your dad.
Come on, hit me.
- My dad's gonna be champ.
- Your dad's a bum.
- Yeah, a bum.
- Come on. Hit me.
- Yeah, he's a punk, man.
- Can't fight.
- Sure can run though.
- Pathetic.
My father was a boxer.
A sportswriter once wrote
that he fought like the devil...
... and the name stuck.
Jack "The Devil" Murdock
was a contender.
But that was a long time ago.
Come on, Dad. Get up.
- Who won?
- Colan.
Yeah?
- I beat him, you know.
- I know, Dad. TKO.
And I beat Sharpman,
Robbers, Wagner.
- Hey, hey, what's that?
- Nothing.
I told you I didn't want you fighting.
They said that you work for Fallon.
That you're one of his guys now.
Get over here. Sit down. Come on.
Think I'd be pulling double overtime at
the docks if I was working for Fallon?
What are you, nuts?
You don't hit nothing but books.
Get me?
You be a doctor or a lawyer.
Not like me.
- Dad...
- Matt, you can do it.
You can do anything
if you're not afraid.
Now, you promise me.
I promise, Dad.
One day, I took a shortcut
home from school.
What I saw, I'll never forget...
... because it would be the last thing
I'd ever see.
- Jack, I don't want you to hurt me.
- I will.
Jack, come on.
I had other obligations.
- Dad?
- Okay, I got it.
Matt?
Matt!
I'm sorry, Matty.
I'm so sorry.
It's okay, Dad. It's okay.
We made each other a silent promise...
... to never give up.
To be fearless.
To stick up for the long shots like us.
We were two fighters
on the comeback trail.
I had lost my sight,
but I got something back in return.
My remaining four senses functioned
with superhuman sharpness.
But most amazing of all, my sense of
sound gave off a kind of radar sense.
High above the roar of the streets,
I trained my body and my senses.
An acute sense of touch
gave me both strength and balance...
... until the city itself
became my playground.
I was the boy without fear.
Murdock!
Hey, Murdock! Round two.
- What's up, freak?
- Look at him, man. Look at his eyes.
- Kick his ass.
- Go ahead, fight me. I dare you.
- Yeah, Murdock.
- I dare you.
Yeah, that's what I'm saying, man.
Kick his ass.
Come on, man, let's just go.
Okay.
Jack, it's been a while.
- I don't work for you no more, Fallon.
- Jack, you never stopped.
Did you really think