BLIND JUSTICE: pages 51-75
Original screenplay by Terrence J. Brady
WGAe # 127672-00
All characters Marvel Entertainment Group


INT. MATT'S BROWNSTONE -  DAY

Sunlight filters through drawn blinds.

Copy of Daily Bugle.  Headline reads: 
WILSON FISK presumed dead.

A weary MATT--half dressed as DD--checks his messages.

Exhausted. He flops down on the bed.

		    ANSWERING MACHINE 
	  B-BEEP.  You have three new messages.
	  B-BEEP...Matt, it's Heather.  A little 		
	  after midnight.  Where are you?  CLIK--

Eyes stay shut. Second message.

		    ANSWERING MACHINE
	  B-BEEP...Matt--it's almost two.  Hello??  
		
Eyes stay shut. Third message.

		    ANSWERING MACHINE 
	  B-BEEP...Yes, this is a message for 
	  Matthew Murdock.	My name is Ben 
	  Urich. I'm a reporter for the Daily.... 			

Eyes sta--open wide.


INT. SUBWAY TUNNEL - LATER

Somewhere below City Hall.

		    ANSWERING MACHINE (V.O.)
	  ...Bugle.  Is it possible we meet?  
	  I believe I may have a link between
	  your client's disappearance and
	  the subway homicides.		

DD probes the darkness with his ears.  

		    ANSWERING MACHINE (V.O.) 
          My number is 555-9087.  Thank you.
	
Concentrates. Hears distant train. Blocks it out.
Concentrates. Sewer pipe leak. Blocks it out.
Concentrates. A heartbeat.

Not his.

Two heartbeats. Definitely not his.
Concentrates. Three...then four...then --

He's being surrounded.

		    VOICE
	  Sun dweller!  

		    VOICE #2
	  Invading our domain.

		    VOICE #3
	  King will be most angry.

Group of MOLE PEOPLE corner him.

		    DD
	  It is your king I seek.

A toothless gleam.

		    MOLE MAN #1
	  King-king-king!

Dozen HANDS reach out for DD--doesn't resist.


LOWER LEVELS 

Mole people carry DD like a sacrificial lamb.
Enter a large semi-lit chamber.

Diseased VOICE greets them 

		    VOICE
	  Welcome sun dweller.

They drop DD on the ground; slimy--filthy.
He rises turning to a 400 pound goliath--the KING.

		    KING
	  You want to meet king?  You meet 
	  king.  Good?  Okay.  Now we eat.

Wrong "king."  Turns to go.

		    DD
	  You're not the one I seek.

		    KING
	  Not so fast devilboy.  We no eat yet.

Mole people converge on DD.  Easily beats them off.

		    KING
	  You good fighter devilboy.  Need you
	  down here with the bottom dwellers.

		    DD
	  Think I'll pass.
 
		    KING
	  Think again.

Monstrous figure springs to life.  
Clamps DD in a bear hug from behind.  

Vice grip hold--DD can't breathe. 
Responds with several headbutts.  King let's go.

Shakes it off.  Grins. Razor sharp teeth.

		    KING
	  You gonna pay devilboy.
	     (to a SHADOW)
	  Hey!  Who you?	
		
Sparks of white hot fire --
automatic gunfire light up the dark chamber.  

Aftermath leaves a room full of corpses...and DD.

FISK leans into light, revealing himself.

		    FISK
	  The king is dead. Long live the King.


INT. CITY HALL SUBWAY STATION

Unlike the rest of the tunnels. 

Elegant in architectural style--
Arches and skylights.
Colored glass tilework.
Brass chandeliers.

		    FISK (o.s.)
	  City Hall Station.  Closed in 1945
	  due to modifications in the system.
	
		    DD (o.s.)
	  Declared a National Interior Landmark.

		    FISK (o.s.)
	  Correct. Scheduled to be renovated and
 	  reopened to the public--as a museum.

DD eyes up the frame of Fisk, now the KINGPIN.

		    DD
	  Recent outbreaks of crimes and disasters
 	  forced the MTA to postpone it's project.

		    KINGPIN
	  Hmmm.  Enough history. To the present.

Kingpin holds out a blindfold.

		    DD
	  What's this for?

		    KINGPIN
	  Protection.  Yours, as well as, mine. 
	
DD dons the blindfold--a lot Kingpin knows.


EXT. WATERFRONT WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

Sleek FIGURE moves gracefully from roof to roof. 
Enters warehouse.


INT. WAREHOUSE
	
FIGURE moves through the building.  Seeking. Probing.

		    VOICE
	  Hey sister--You looking for me?

BULLSEYE steps into the light.  
Figure reveals itself to be ELEKTRA.


INT. SUBWAY TUNNEL 

Waterway of sewage.
KINGPIN and DD traverse river by small boat.

		    KINGPIN
	  We are all seekers, Daredevil.  
	  Far too many seek out the past as 
	  a way to the future. Focus on the 
	  present and you will see your future.  		
	  Focus on the past, and you will only
	  see futures that will never be.

		    DD
	  I need some answers.

		    KINGPIN
	  Answers? Do you even know what the
	  correct questions are?

DD doesn't like to be chided.

		    KINGPIN
	  You are like so many. One whose sight 
	  is defective--only sees at a distance.
	  You know nothing of the present. 

		    DD
	  Tell me.

		    KINGPIN
	  I've read the articles. Heard the 
	  media.  They call you a devil, yes?

		    DD
	  I'm not a devil. I only--

		    KINGPIN
	  --striving for righteousness? Morality?
	  Yet walk the fine line between the 
	  condemned and the judge?

Boat lands ashore.  Disembark.   
DD's hypersenses pick up foul odor. Hard to breathe.

		    KINGPIN 
	  Ignore the smell. It only grows.
	  You will grow accustomed to it.

DD removes the blindfold.

		    DD
	  Where are you taking me?

		    KINGPIN
	  A place that may provide you some sight.

They walk some distance. Like backwards in time.
Further they walk, farther they recede from reality. 

An immense cavern---a hundred feet high.

In the midst, lies an object one would not expect --
sailing ship.

Not just any sailing ship--but a 17th century ship.  
Crippling tear in its starboard side.  

DD runs his fingertips across the faded letters:
THE TYGER. 

They move on; a tent city.  Hundreds of PEOPLE. 
Men-women-children.
They stop their activity--gawk at the strangers.

Scraggly OLD MAN approaches DD.
Point his finger with contempt.

		    MAN
	  D-D-Devil!

Kingpin waves him off.

		    KINGPIN
	  Begone spirit.

Man runs off.

		    DD
	  Why'd you call him that?

		    KINGPIN
	  He's but a shade of what once was.  
	  Just like what you are slowly becoming.

DD cannot see the people's faces.
They hide in shadows--afraid, ashamed.

Sewer main leaks down putrid rain water from above.  

		    DD
	  Who are these people?

		    KINGPIN
	  The irresolute--indecisive--
	  uncommitted. Castaways from society. 

		    DD
	  Castaways? What is their crime?

		    KINGPIN
	  Indifference. Failed to chose a path.  
	  They are not condemned for their 
	  actions--but their inactions.

		    DD
	  And who is their judge?

		    KINGPIN
	  You. I. Society is their judge.

		    DD
	  No. I am no one's judge.   
				
 
INT. WAREHOUSE

ELEKTRA and BULLSEYE continue game of cat and mouse. 

POP-POP! POP--POP--POP!!
Several bricks of firecrackers explode.

		    KINGPIN (V.O.)
	  No?  Defender of truth?  Champion of 
	  the weak?  Judge--jury--executioner?

Elektra jumps from her cover. Bullseye tackles her. 
She rolls him off with ease. 

Grabs a handful of Roman Candles. Lights them.

		    BULLSEYE
	  You got me all fired up now toots.

Candles explode in barrage of colored balls of fire.

Red--
 Blue--
  Green-- 
   Orange--   

Elektra unsheathes an iron fan; ornate, deadly. 
Bats off the projectiles.
  
Misguided fireballs land on crates. Sets them ablaze.

Fireworks catch on fire. Multiple explosions.  
Elektra scrambles.  She jumps through a window.

Bullseye rushes over. Looks down into the East River.
She's gone.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Women!


UNDERGROUND
	
GIRL (maybe six) walks up to DD. 
Her eyes, soft.  Her smile, melting.

Unlike the rest, she is not afraid.

		    KINGPIN
	  You see. A child can see through 
	  your unholy facade. Like yourself, 
	  she still has chance of reaching
	  salvation. 

		    DD
	  I've read Alighieri. Let's not
	  confuse fiction with reality.

		    KINGPIN
	  Let us discuss then what is real.

		    DD
	  Word on the street is the attempt on 
	  your life will not be the last.   

		    KINGPIN
	  Is this why you came to the underbelly 		
	  of the city seeking me out?

		    DD
	  I'm leading to believe those responsible
	  were also responsible for the death 
	  of Jack Binder. Reports state you 
	  had ties with Mr. Binder.

		    KINGPIN
	  I'm leading to believe your reports 
	  reek of speculation.

		    DD
	  And the former mayor?

Without missing a beat.

		    KINGPIN
	  Don't reports state he-is-dead?
	  Just like that chap...Bullseye.

		    DD
	  Bullseye?

		    KINGPIN
	  Reports state...but then everyone 
	  believes I am as well. 

Pointing to an old bridge.

                   KINGPIN
	  Someone once said to me: "Don't trust 	
	  everything you see in the media."
	       (beat)
	  Your link to the other world lies
	  there.

DD turns to the rusting catwalk above. 

		    DD
	  You still haven't....

Turning back to the Kingpin; gone.

Disappeared into the crowd of vagrants who --
now show their faces--full of scorn, discontent.

DD gets the message.  
Climbs the rung of stairs leaving the city behind.


EXT. CITY STREET -- LATER

Sewer manhole opens.   DD emerges.  
Takes deep breath of fresh air.  Looks up to the sky. 

Million stars dot the sky.  Too bad he can't see 'em.


INT. DAILY BUGLE - DAY

Arguing VOICES filter out into the main press area.

WORKERS stare at BEN'S office door until--

J. JONAH JAMESONSON, fuming, exits hard.

		    JONAH
	  I don't care about your cockamamie 		
	  hunches, Urich.
	       (to workers)
	  Are we striking? 

Everyone quickly finds something to do.

BEN exits office.

		    BEN
	  This is big Jonah. Bigger than anyone
	  suspects.

		    JONAH
	  Are you cra--Wilson Fisk--crimelord 
	  of New York?  Slaughter of the homeless?  
	  We're not in the tabloid business.

Points to video monitor.

		    JONAH
	  Another glory hunter--world's full 
	  of 'em.
	       (to Ben)
	  You better get me a real story.
	  Something in this business called 
	  a deadline--remember?

Chomps down on his unlit cigar.  
Shoves some files into Ben's hands.  Storms off.

Ben turns to television set; news report.

ON SCREEN: Artist's rendition of Daredevil. 


SOMEWHERE BELOW CITY HALL - SAME MOMENT

Immense bomb shelter from the fifties.
Reconverted into a modern office.

SHADOW lights up a cigar.  Watches same news report.

		    VOICE
	  This Daredevil--quite the uncommon 		
	  adversary.  Hope he proves capable
	  of the task before him.
               (beat)
	  Contact Bullseye would you?  Time 
	  to deal the next round.


INT. MATT'S BROWNSTONE - DAY

Place is a wreck. Hasn't cleaned in days.

Dishes--Laundry--Garbage.

HEATHER enters.  All dolled up. 
Scans over the apartment.  Sighs.

		    HEATHER
	  Nice--very nice.
	       (beat)
	  Matt!

	            MATT (o.s.)
	  Up here.

Climbs spiral staircase to the loft.


UPSTAIRS

A private gym that would make Shannon Tweed envious.

MATT works out on uneven bars; skill unparalleled.     

		    HEATHER
	  Foggy says you haven't called him
	  in three days. Has some urgent 
	  business regarding the MTA case
	  that needs -- you're not listening 
	  to me, Matthew.

Performs a three point twist landing on the  "horse."

		    MATT
	  No, Heather. I hear all too well.

		    HEATHER
	  It's that woman again isn't it?
	  --isn't it?

Continuing his workout.

		    MATT
	  You've been drinking again.

		    HEATHER
	  We all have our vices. I drink to 
	  avoid reality.  Better than putting 
	  on tights and leaping from windows.

		    MATT
	  I just want to be left alone.

		    HEATHER
	  Please, Matt...talk to me.

Catapults onto the "rings."  No reply.

		    HEATHER
	  Fine...that's the way you want it.

Wipes a tear--persona changes.

		    HEATHER
	  You want to be left alone?  Do you?  
	  Well fine with me.  Never say that 
	  Heather Glenn doesn't give her man 
	  what he wants.

Grabs her jacket.  
Listens to her footsteps--door opening--slams shut.


EXT. CENTRAL PARK - DAY.

Heavy snowfall coats the green jungle.  
Mountains of steel and concrete encircle the park.

LIMO sits parked.  Motor running. 


INSIDE LIMO 

BULLSEYE waits in back--impatient but hardly nervous.

		    BULLSEYE
	  All right bub--times a wasting.  
	  Who we waiting for?

		    DRIVER (o.s.)
	  He's already here.

Small TV monitor clicks on.  
Bullseye looks surprised, but not fooled.

		    VOICE
	  Hello Bullseye.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Back from the dead I see.

ON SCREEN:

		    KINGPIN
	  No. Just reborn.  I have an offer 
	  for you.  Interested?
	
		    BULLSEYE (o.s.)
	  Is your driver still breathing?

		    KINGPIN
	  Point taken.  I need a file to 
	  be deleted.

		    BULLSEYE (o.s.)
	  Cleaning is my specialty. Spot me
	  a target.

Photo raises to the screen which only Bullseye sees.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Yeah. I know of him.
	
		    KINGPIN (o.s.)
	  No publicity Bullseye. 

		    BULLSEYE
	  Discretion is my middle name.
	  And once this is complete.
		
		    KINGPIN (o.s.)
	  Consider yourself employed.


EXT. SOHO SIDEWALK - DAY

Blustery late afternoon.  Snow comes down hard.

MAN with groceries climbs exterior steps to apt. 

Enters.  

Street desolate.  Wind blows and dies.
Street desolate.  Wind blows and dies.
Street desolate.  Wind blows and --

KA-BOOOMM!!

Third story window implodes from within.  

Glass -- Fire -- and a -- 

BODY eject from within.  Crashes onto the sidewalk.
BULLSEYE watches his handiwork from across street.

		    VOICE
	  You were told to be discreet.

Spins around--shocked someone got the jump on him.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Who's that?

SHADOW lurks on a fire escape above.

		    VOICE
	  The Kingpin wishes to see you.

Bullseye wipes driving snow from his eyes.  
Gets them clear but it's too late --

Shadow is gone.


INT. SUBWAY TUNNEL

FIGURE navigates through the winding maze of --
abandoned tracks, rusting pipes, rats.

Two MEN armed with automatic weapons appear -- 
block figure's path. 

Figure (BULLSEYE) isn't impressed.  Holds up a smoke.
		
 		    BULLSEYE
	  Got a light boys?


INT. CITY HALL STATION/OFFICE  

Television screen shows a news report.  

ON SCREEN:
Reporter live from SoHo apartment explosion.

		    REPORTER 
	  ...authorities have no comment at 
	  this time if the explosion killing 		
	  four, including activist Rainbow 
	  Dawn, had any connections with the 		
	  mysterious disappearance of Wilson 
	  Fisk earlier this we...CLICK! 

SCREEN goes black.

		    VOICE (o.s.)
	  Hiya king. Nice location. Bet the 
	  rent is dirt cheap.

Two MEN escort BULLSEYE into the office.
KINGPIN sits at his desk. 
Hands folded -- not too happy.

		    KINGPIN
	  Congratulations Bullseye.  Your 
	  efforts have started a full scale 
	  police investigation.

		    BULLSEYE
	  You wanted him dead. He's dead.

Pressing a button on his desk.
 
		    KINGPIN
	  Bishop, please advise our contact 
	  in City Hall.	Have this afternoon's 
	  blast appear as a gas main break.

Pops himself into a chair; props legs up on the desk.  
	
		    BULLSEYE
	  Good to see you back in form, King.
	  That legit stuff is for the birds.

		    KINGPIN
	  I need you Bullseye. A very special  			
          assignment.  Are you interested?

		    BULLSEYE
	  Spot me a target.

		    KINGPIN
	  No target.  My wife, Vanessa.  I 
	  fear for her. I need the very best 
	  to protect her.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Body guard?  Not exactly what I had....

Kingpin snaps a finger.  Seated AIDE rises. 
Lays briefcase on table and opens to reveal--

Twenty bundles. Fifty crisp $1000 notes per bundle.    

		    KINGPIN
	  One million dollars--cash. 

Flips through a wad of $1000 bills.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Of course, I could always find time 
	  to squeeze the ol' girl in.

		    KINGPIN
	  Good. Then it is done. But remember. 
	  Guard her with your life. Vanessa 
	  does not even suffer a broken nail.  			
          Otherwise, consider a new contract
	  signed.  The one for your head.

Bullseye snatches up the case. Aide shows him out.

		    SHADOW
	  Are you so positive Rainbow Dawn was 			       
          responsible for your recent attack?

Not looking at the shadowed voice behind him.

		    KINGPIN
	  Who else? Bullseye never misses.

		    SHADOW
	  Unless...he wants to.


INT. SUPERIOR COURT - EARLY EVENING

FOGGY on phone.

		    FOGGY
	  Come on buddy--pick up--pick up.
		
Hangs up.  Notices BEN waiting to speak with him. 

		    BEN
	  Mr. Nelson?  
		
		    FOGGY
	  Can I help you?

		    BEN
	  I'm looking for Matt Murdock.

		    FOGGY
	  Get in a line. Supposed to be in 
	  court at nine this morning.  

		    BEN
	  That's not good.

		    FOGGY
	  I'll say. He's never missed a...

		    BEN
	  --You miss my point. I believe he
	  might be in danger; serious danger.


EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT 

Black. No light.

A VOICE -- like in a dream.

		    VOICE
	  Going to sleep all night?

Second voice -- confused 

		    ANOTHER VOICE
	  ...wha?  What's going on?  Hey!
	  Can't see. Geezzz--I'm blind!!

		    VOICE #1
	  I need your help.

		    VOICE #2
	  Can't see! SHIT!  Help me man, help....

		    VOICE #1
	  You wish to see the light?

		    VOICE #2
	  Who--who are you?  Wh-where are you?

Blackness parts. Five fingers pull away to reveal --

TURK's (Voice #2) POV

City street is twenty stories below.
The sky is where the city is and vice-versa.

		    TURK
	    SSHIITTTT!!

WIDEN

DD holds TURK, dressed in his pajamas, upside down.
Turk dangles over the roof's edge.

DD lets him go.  Turk screams toward Mother Earth.

DD waits a moment, then dives off.
Cable ejects from baton. Catches fast a flag pole.

Swoops down, catches Turk, bringing him full circle -

BACK TO ROOF

		    DD 
	  I could do this all night--you?

Clutching his chest. Breathing erratic.

		    TURK 
	  Name it man--name it. Anything.

		    DD
	  Where is Elektra?

		    TURK
	  E-Elek...nah man. That was a line. 
	  Swear it. Dawn. Fisk's limo.  I know
	  who did it -- know his next target.
	  Swear it man. He did 'em all.
	
		    DD
	  ...I'm waiting.

Turk swallows hard. Looks down -- back to DD.


INT. MOTEL

BULLSEYE surfs a website; features old movies.

		    TURK (V.O.)
	  ...B-Bullseye, man, Bullseye.		

Starts a new search.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Hmm...Matthew Murdock.

ON MONITOR:

Various articles on Matt and his prestigious career.  
One article describes his background.


		    BULLSEYE (o.s.)
	       (reading)
	  ...an unprecedented record of victories 
	  in the courtroom, Murdock has proven 	
          himself to be a success story of his 	
          own...blah-blah, as a child spent 
	  almost two years under medical care 
	  when a freak auto accident...blah-blah, 	
          truck carrying low radiation isotopes 
	  inevitably caused him to lose his sight.

Bullseye ponders over the article.  Jerks the mouse.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Tsk-tsk. Tragic Mattie-boy. Tragic.

ON SCREEN:

Web search leads to Daily Bugle.  Clicks on links to 
recent photographs. Finds link for MTA case.

Scans thumbnails of jpeg images.  Zooms in on one.

IMAGE of MATT and FOGGY speaking with DEPUTY MAYOR. 

Zooms in tighter.  A WOMAN lurks in the shadows.

		    BULLSEYE (o.s.)
	  Blimey! That screwy broad with the
	  sais.  What the hell is she doing
	  tailing Murdock?

Clicks on copyright notice.

The following appears: 
Photos by Ben Urich. All rights reserved.


INT. UNDERGROUND PARKING GARAGE - NEXT DAY

Two well conditioned men in suits exit elevator.
Scan parking lot. Motion someone to follow.

DEPUTY MAYOR--nervous--exits quickly.

A whisk in the air.  Two tiny THUDS.

Both bodyguards drop.  
Poisonous darts stuck in the back on their necks.

		    DEPUTY MAYOR
	  What the--?

Spins around. Doesn't know what to expect.  

ELEKTRA emerges from the shadows.

		    ELEKTRA
	  Be silent. Be calm. You will feel
	  no pain.

Elektra unsheathes her sai. 
D.M. falls to his knees, sniveling.

		    DEPUTY MAYOR
	  Oh...please, no, no...this can't be-- 

Elektra's shadow converges over him--she stops.
Turns.

		    ELEKTRA
	  You?  Stay back.  Does not concern you.

		    VOICE
	  Murder of innocents concerns me.

Pair of RED EYES come forward from the shadows. 
Then--the rest of DAREDEVIL.

		    DD
	  ...and society calls me the devil.

Elektra fires off one of her sais. 
DD jumps from harms way.

Grabs the D.M. -- her sai pricks at his throat.

		    ELEKTRA
	  Any closer and he's a dead man.

		    DD
	  Empty threat, Elektra.  Wasn't it
	  your intention to assassinate him?

Eyes lock in silent battle. 

She looks at hostage -- DD -- hostage -- DD.

		    ELEKTRA
	  You will be the payment then.

Releases D.M.  He runs for cover.
 
Elektra unfurls the deadly "Gorn Bin."
Chain whip with protruding eight inch blade.

She cracks the whip.  DD somersaults from its reach.

Several near misses.
Finally -- catches it with his billy club. 

She releases and dives over car before DD counters. 
Car alarm goes off; deafening to DD's hypersenses.

Elektra takes advantage of his temporary delay.
Dives into him.  They get entangled.

Grasps her long hair. Slams his knee into her chin.	

		    ELEKTRA
	  I've beaten you once before.

She wraps her headband around his neck--choking him.

		    ELEKTRA
	  And I'll beat you again.

Choking.  Slams his head back--dazing her.  

He bends down
--reaching between his legs
--grabs her ankles.  

Pulls her off her feet. Her reaction comes equally 
quick--a heel strike to his testicles.

OUCH!  DD takes the pain gracefully. 
Slams baton between her eyes;  blood gushes forth.

		    DD
	  Elek--?  God, forgive me.

He kneels over her.  

		    DD
	  I'm sorry. So sorry.

		    ELEKTRA
	  Yes--you are.

She was faking.  Knocks him backwards.  
Barrage of strikes pulverize him--stops fighting her.

		    ELEKTRA
	  Fight--damn you!  FIGHT or DIE!

Grabs one of her sais from the ground.

She moves in with a desperate lunge.  DD's too quick.

He sidesteps her.  Lands on her tush.  
She's not hurt but her pride is taking a beating.

		    ELEKTRA
	  Kill YOU--I'LL KILL Y--

		    DD
	  --then kill me already.

Unmasking.  MATT's cold, dead eyes stare through her.

Raises his arms in surrender.
Leans back on hood of parked Cadillac.

No hesitation.  She hurls the sai at her target.

		    ELEKTRA
	  Nnnooooooo!!

Loud THUD--as the sai hits unseen. 
She falls to her knees. 
Hands in her face.  
Soft sobs.  

Moment of silence then--

A HAND touches her shoulder.  She looks up.  
Tears have ruined her mascara.

		    ELEKTRA
	  ...help me.

MATT kneels down. They hold each other on the ground.

SEVERAL YARDS AWAY

Caddy's alarm--high pitch squeal goes unchecked.
It's antifreeze--spews forth coating the concrete.
It's grill--compromised by Elektra's SAI.


INT. MATT'S BROWNSTONE - NIGHT

Dark.  

MOANS from inside bedroom.  Sounds of a struggle.

Muffled VOICES.  Boards creaking.  
Objects being knocked over--shattering.

A WOMAN's voice--shrills of pain, no...pleasure.


INT. BEDROOM 

Dark.

ELEKTRA and MATT locked in sexual embrace.  
Bedsheets flair.  Pillows fly.  

They're having a good time.  


LATER 

Looks like a tornado blew through.

ELEKTRA stands by an open window. 
Stark naked silhouette highlighted by the moon.

		    ELEKTRA
	  What is it like?

MATT in bed--exhausted but happy.  
Happiest he's been in a long time.
		
		    MATT 
	  Like?

Holds up Matt's walking cane.

		    ELEKTRA
	  Unable to see the world--life.

		    MATT
	  But I do--see. Not in the way you 
	  might. Better.  

Joins her at the window.  
City never sleeps. Teems with activity, far and near.

		    MATT	    		
	  The isotopes that took my sight only 			       
          heightened my other senses.  Far 
	  beyond any comprehension. I see the 
	  world more clearly than most.

Touches her bare shoulder--she shudders slightly.

		    MATT
	  I think that's why I do what I do.

		    ELEKTRA 
	  Lurking in the shadows?

		    MATT
	  There's just so much one can do
	  through the court system.

		    ELEKTRA 
	  But you swore an oath. To defend...

		    MATT
	  --Don't...don't lecture me about the 
	  law with such finality.  You of all
	  people should talk. What has brought
	  you here. Brought you back from...

		    ELEKTRA 
	  --the dead?
	      (beat)
	  You truly are blind.

Elektra moves away from him--sits on edge of the bed.

A long beat.

		    ELEKTRA
	  ...April 30th, 1993.


INT. HIGH-RISE PENTHOUSE - FLASHBACK

INTRUDER bursts through door. 
Takes out GUARD; swift, ruthless.

		    MATT (V.O.)
	  Day your father died?

Finds MAN (Elektra's father) in den.
He tries to run -- shouting for someone.

CONTINUE


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