BLIND JUSTICE: pages 76-100
Original screenplay by Terrence J. Brady
WGAe # 127672-00
All characters Marvel Entertainment Group



INSIDE MATT'S -- MOMENTS LATER

MATT carries ELEKTRA in. Lays her on the couch.

Matt can't see it but he feels her suffering.

		    ELEKTRA
	  ...matt?

		    MATT
	  Don't talk. Save your breathe.

		    ELEKTRA
	  ...matt.  I--I--

Does his best to slow bleeding.

		    MATT
	  I have to get you to a hospital.

		    ELEKTRA
	  ...no. No doctors. T-too late for
	  me, Matthew...so sorry....

		    MATT
	  Hang on. Just hang on.

Matt fights his emotions back. She's dying.

		    ELEKTRA
	  ...strike him where it hurts
	  most dearest.

She hands him something.

		    ELEKTRA
	  ...couldn't do it. Couldn't. 
		
		    MATT
	  No--no. Hang on Elektra.

		    ELEKTRA
	  ...sail away...sail away tiger.
	  Sail a..w..a..y....    

Her eyes creep shut. Her body goes limp.

		    MATT
	  Elektra?  Elektra!  ELEKTRA!! 

She's gone.


EXT. TIMES SQUARE - NIGHT

Cold and crisp. 
Festive lighting displays. 
Christmas SHOPPERS, CAROLERS, MERCHANTS, and a --

MAN gone berserk.

		    BULLSEYE
	  DEVILS!!!

BULLSEYE POV

Every man, woman, and child appears dressed as DD.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Kill you all----

Bullseye throws off his trenchcoat and lashes out.

Tears into a trio of hoodlums standing on a corner.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Merryyyyy Chhhhristmassss!

Slices through them--hot knife through butter.
Crowd sees TRIO'S blood--wild panic spreads.

Bullseye just warming up.  Seizes an OLD DRUNK.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Mr. Gower?  Mr. Gower!  Don't you 
	  recognize me man?

Drunk already confused with cheap liquor.  
Shakes "no" trying to break away from Bullseye.

Jams Elektra's sai deep into his gut.  

		    BULLSEYE
	  You old fool.  You--you ruined me.
	  Should've let you kill that boy 
	  with the poison.

		    VOICE
	  Hey!  Hey you!

Bullseye turns.  One of New York's finest approaches. 

		    BULLSEYE
	  Bert?  Bert!  My mouths a bleedin'--
	  my mouths a bleedin'!

POLICE OFFICER moves his hand to his holster.

		    OFFICER
	  Stand back from that man.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Bert--don't you recognize me?
	  You--you stood right there--singing
	  to me and Mary when we got married.

Draws his gun.

		    OFFICER 
	  I said back away.

Pointing to another DRUNK. 

		    BULLSEYE
	  It's that little fellow. He said
	  he was angel.

Moving closer.

		    OFFICER 
	  I said--

No longer deranged--but quite serious.

		    BULLSEYE
	  You said too much Bert.

Hurls the drunk's bottle at officer. 
BAM -- knocks him out cold.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Be happy I like ya Bert. Otherwise,
	  no Christmas pie for you.

Takes unconscious cop's baton and sidearm. 
 
		    BULLSEYE
	       (to second drunk)
	  Hey little fellow--where you going?

		    DRUNK #2
	  What--please mister...I--I....

Shoves officer's pistol into drunk's mouth.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Shaddup Clarance.  We got to find
	  Mr. Potter.  Pull out his spleen.


INT. WINTERGARDEN THEATER - MINUTES LATER

BULLSEYE kicks in backdoor. DRUNK #2 in his grasp.
They move through the tight corridors of backstage.

		    STAGE HAND
	  Hey!  Where the hell you'se think ya
	  going?  No public access back her.

Bullseye eyes the burly STAGEHAND.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Nick--don't you know me?

		    STAGE HAND
	  No dickhead--and my name ain't Nick.

Bullseye glances up above them. 
Sacks of sand attached to ropes hang above stagehand. 

		   BULLSEYE
	  Too bad. I liked Nick.  You....

Throws the hostage into the stagehand's arms.

Bullseye grabs one of the ropes and --
wraps it around stagehand's neck.  
Pulls it tight.  
Looks him dead in the eye.

		    BULLSEYE
	   ...you, I don't like.

Lets the rope go.  Sack of sand hurls earthbound --
stagehand's body shoots skyward.

SNAP! Limpless body hangs from the rafters.

		    BULLSEYE
	   Nick--you're moving up in the world.

Drunk #2 uses distraction as an escape.

Bullseye smirks--then fires off cop's baton.
Baton trips drunk, falls through curtain, landing --


ON STAGE

Presentation of CATS is in full swing.

BULLSEYE's POV

The "Cats" performers are all dressed as DD.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Criminy!  Devils with nine lives.

Two SECURITY GUARDS rush Bullseye from both sides.

Bullseye uses their momentum against them -- 
knocks them both out cold.

		    BULLSEYE
	  I'll kill that Potter for turning 
	  my town upside down.

Shoots wildly into the crowd.

AUDIENCE and STAGE PERSONNEL scramble for cover.

Amidst the chaos, a lovely young FEMALE PERFORMER --
dressed in a CATS outfit.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Mary?  MARY!  Don't you recognize me?

Seizes her -- she tries to break free.

		    PERFORMER
	  No--no. God. Please, no...

Struggling to control her.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Don't do this to me Mary. Where's 
	  our kids?  Mary help me.

		    PERFORMER
	  No-no-nooo....

He slobbers wet kisses over her.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Mary--you got to remember. You must!

Amidst screaming confusing of the wildly exiting -- 
a VOICE over the PA system.

		    VOICE
	  Bullseye!

Spotlight turns on Bullseye and the woman.

		    VOICE
	  Release the woman.

Blinded.  Stares into the spotlight.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Eh?  That you Uncle Billy?

		    VOICE
	  Time to put you back in your cage.

DD steps into the light's path. 

		    BULLSEYE
	  The d-devil?  But...but you're not 
	  in this movie.  Can't--can't you 
	  get anything right?

DD bounds onto the stage.

Bullseye gives struggling woman one last lick.  
She squirms.  

		    BULLSEYE
	  Wait for me Mary.

Lets her go.  Doesn't give DD chance to act.

Bullseye dives and rolls. Flips out set of shuriken. 
Sends them off at DD.

DD angles himself. Star catches him in the throat --  
He falls.  Lands off stage.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Bullseye!  I got you devil.
	  Got you good.

Saunters over to inspect his kill but --
DD is gone.

		    BULLSEYE 
	  Tricked me?!  Must have nine lives
	  like these damn cats.

Looking around.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Mary?  Where are yo--OOOOFFFF!

DD comes out of nowhere--knocks Bullseye into seats.
DD's neck is bleeding from wound.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Not bad--not bad at all.

Springs to his feet. Tackles DD. 
Jams his fingers into the open wound. 

Blood rushes out. DD lets out wild cry of pain.

Hand to hand.  Bullseye manages a few direct hits.

Grappling holds shift back and forth.
Each seeks domination until finally --

Bullseye tosses DD over his back.

DD lands on his feet.

		    BULLSEYE 
	  You'd made a great cat, red.

		    DD
	  You're sick Bullseye. You need help.

		    BULLSEYE
	  You think?  You're just dying to play 	
          doctor, ain't ya?  Well, I'm a big 
	  movie fan.  I know the games. Shall I 
	  start or should we just free associate?
	
DD doesn't what to make of Bullseye's game.
Bullseye continues with his role play.

		    BULLSEYE
	  You'd rather free associate, wouldn't
	  you? OK--Give me a word and I'll
	  give you an association.  You know.
	  Fire. Then I'll go....Hot. Hell. Devil.
	  Scum of the earth.  

Bullseye lets out a small laugh.

		    BULLSEYE
	  C'mon dammit! Thought you wanted to
	  play?

Long beat.

		    DD
	  Murder.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Murder?  Good--let's see. Murder.
	  Dial M for. Hitchcock. Psycho.
	  Eek-eek-eek. C'mon; what else ya got?

		    DD
	  Prison.		

		    BULLSEYE
	  Prison? Jail. Alcatraz. Dirty 
	  Harry.  Make my day! Heh-heh-heh.		

		    DD
	  Rot in hell.

		    BULLSEYE
	  More than one word. Hell. Judge. 
	  Jury. Legal system. Attorney.... 

A big demented grin
		
		    BULLSEYE
	  ...Daredevil.  
	
Pulls out a blasthorn. Fires it off.

BLAST deafens DD--falls to his knees.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Didn't mama ever tell you not to
	  play in radioactive garbage?

Secret identity is out. DD scrambles to feet.

Bullseye fires off horn again--
again--
again--

Bullseye makes his escape as DD reels in anguish.


EXT. WINTERGARDEN

PEOPLE exit screaming -- scatter from theater.

POLICE pull up as BULLSEYE exits.

He's consumed with rage.
Pretty bad shape -- bleeding, pulse racing.

		    BULLSEYE
	  M-Mary? Mary?

He scans the crowd.
Color red is everywhere. It's overwhelming.

Red street.
Red snow.
Red sky.

He sees it on his hands.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Oh God--NO!  Mama?  I got to help
	  my mama.  Hit 'em with a stick.

WHAMMM!

Hurls himself into a trio of cops.  
Pounds on them using their tonfas.

Breaks lose. Runs off into the busy street.


EXT. SEVENTH AVENUE

Throngs of PEOPLE witness BULLSEYE's mad trek.
He runs down the avenue yelling at the buildings.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Hello Emporium!
	  Hello Movie House!
	  Hello you ol'...you ol'....

Stops.  Drops to his knees; confused.
Hot breathe comes in contact with cold wind.

Bullseye's world becomes a blur of images.
Bump-bump.

His heartbeat rings in his ears.
Bump-bump.

His eyes race.
Bump-bump.

Fingers twitch.
Bump-bump.

He's trapped inside the heart of a tornado --
spinning--
rotating--
violent.

Flashbacks move across his sight quick and slow:

--prison hospital tortures
--assassinations.
--cinema stills.
--murder.
--chaos.

		    BULLSEYE 
	  GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!

As fast it began--it ends.
TRAFFIC is at a standstill. CROWD stands in shock.

Bullseye, on the ground, lifts his head.
Flakes of snow coat his face. He smiles.

		    BULLSEYE
	  It's over--it's over.

Looks to the left; crowd stares.
Looks to the right; they stare.

Bullseye is confused. Yells at them.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Why--what are you staring at?  It
	  was just in my head. This never 
	  happened. It never happened.

"Silent Night" echoes from a store nearby.

Bullseye hears it; laughs spreading his arms.

		    BULLSEYE
	  You see?  God-bless-us--everyone!

		    VOICE
	  Not everyone.

Bullseye turns. His face meets DD's billy club.

DD leaps off roof of stalled bus into street.
Lands on top of Bullseye.

They break.  Bullseye brandishes tonfa.  DD; baton.
They clash.  Two warriors in a sea of spectators. 

Finally--

Bullseye breaks off attack; hurls over cab. 
DD pursues.

Bullseye rips off wreath attached to cab's hood.
Slams it down over DD--pinning his arms to his side.

		    BULLSEYE
	  And for my next trick.

Roundhouse kick sends DD crashing into store window.
Glass and window decorations fly.  
Fake Santa lands on DD; pinning him.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Santa said you were a naughty boy.

His hands reach in to seize unconscious hero -- 
thinking victory is his.

DD is faking -- grabs the surprised Bullseye.

		    BULLSEYE
	  No--NO! It won't end this way
	  Devil.  You can't hide. You can't 
	  hide. I see you. See you all!

Bullseye rips off DD's mask.

		    BULLSEYE
	  Exposed you.  I've exposed the devil!

DD (now Matt) now has him in a choke hold. 

Bullseye struggles but to no avail.  
The tide turns in Matt's favor; gets on top of him.

Slams in his fists into Bullseye.
Skin breaks.
Bones crack.
Blood flows.

Matt's fury is unchecked, unrelenting, unfeeling.
He hears the voices of the crowd: "killer," "devil."

Bullseye struggles through the blows to speak.

 		    BULLSEYE
	  It's over...your hiding place isn't 			    
          watertight.  Life trickles in from 
	  the outside.  True--false--genuine
	  or just a sham. Go on with this part
	  until it is played out. Until it loses 	
	  interest for you. Then you can leave 
	  it.  Just as you've left your other 
	  parts one...by...one...by....

Matt stops. Takes Elektra's sai from him.

Raises it; both hands.  A moment of decision. 

SLAMS it down. Only the crowd sees where.


INT. BROWNSTONE - LATER

MATT swings door wide.  Bleeding profusely.
Staggers in.

		    MATT
	  Elektra?
	      (beat)
	  No!

She's gone. No trace of her, her blood, nothing.

		    MATT
	  ELEKTRA!!

Falls to his knees.
Cries are drowned out by SOUND of approaching sirens.

He blacks out....


EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS (DREAM) - DAY

Younger MATT and  ELEKTRA lie on the campus lawn.
It's a wonderful spring day.  Flashbulb snaps.

There's no words between these two people in love.
A soft kiss. Elektra then produces a ring.

Matt looks at it.  Yes, he can see.  The ring reads:
"To my beloved Vanessa. Love Wilson."

Dream ends.


INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY

Few days have passed.
FOGGY and HEATHER watch over the recuperating MATT.

Room overflows with flowers from well-wishers.

Matt stirs.

		    MATT
	  ...elek?

		    HEATHER
	  Matt?  Matthew?

		    MATT
	  Wher--where am I?

		    FOGGY
	  University Hospital, buddy. You
	  gave us a real scare there.

		    MATT
	  Hospit--Elektra?  Where is she?

		    HEATHER
	       (whispers to Foggy)
	  God. He's still hallucinating. 

		    FOGGY
	  Doc said it would take a while.
	  You go. I'll stay awhile longer.

Heather gives Matt a peck on the head. Exits.
Foggy sits by Matt's bedside.

		    FOGGY
	  Listen--just rest for now. When 
	  you're up to it you can explain. 
	  Don't worry about the police. 
	  Foggy here taking care of everything.	

Grabs Foggy's arm; vice grip.

		    MATT
	  I'm not hallucinating. Elektra. She
	  was alive. The brownstone. I saw her
	  die. He killed her Foggy.

		    FOGGY
	  OK--owww. Quite the kung fu grip buddy. 

Reaches for the phone.

		    FOGGY
	  Let's just get the ol' doc down...
	  hey, what's this?

Inspects something on the table near phone.

		    MATT
	  What is it?

Hands it over to Matt.  First time Matt smiles.

		    MATT
	       (to himself)
	  Sail away tiger...sail--away. 
			

INT. WALDORF ASTORIA BANQUET ROOM - NIGHT

Packed house of GUESTS and PRESS.

On stage: WILSON FISK. 
Huge banner welcomes him back.

		    FISK
	  Fellow associates.  Dear friends. 
	  Members of the press. I thank you 
	  for your warm reception. I am now
	  certain while in the clutches of the
	  criminal Bullseye, my prayers were 
	  heard -- bringing about my quick	
	  release.  I have you all to tha...

VOICE over loudspeaker interrupts.

		    VOICE
	  --continuing the charade I see.

Crowd turns to MATT; bandaged. Hobbles with a cane.

He speaks into a portable mic. Ascends the stage. 
Fisk is quick to respond.

		    FISK
	  Ladies and gentlemen.  Allow me to 			
          introduce to you the man who rid 
	  our streets of my captor.  A man 
	  who's abilities far outreach his 	
	  disabilities.

Crowd stands in applause. 
Matt isn't fooled by Fisk. Moves in closer.

		    MATT
	  If I weren't blind, I'd swear you
	  were preparing to present your
	  Academy Awards speech.

		    FISK
	  Mr. Murdock -- you must still
	  be suffering from trauma. You...

		    MATT
	  --No. I see crystal clear.
	        (closer)
	  You appeared to me as a voice in
	  the darkness; voice of wisdom--a
	  guide.  Just like Virgil appeared
	  to Dante--but you sir, are neither poet
	  nor guardian. Nor empire builder.

Turning to the crowd. A lawyer facing the jury.

		    MATT
	  Tell us in your own words, Mr. Fisk,
	  how you shielded your affiliations
	  with the syndicate. How you manipulated
	  the press, the MTA, the politicians.
	  Tell us--in your words--how you  				
           fabricated your own disappearance...

		    FISK
	  --Mr. Murdock. You are out of order.

		    MATT
	       (continuing)
	  ...How you went underground--not as 
	  a prisoner--but as a slaughter of
	  men. How you butchered hundreds of
	  city workers....

		    FISK
	  --I warn you Mr. Murdock.

		    MATT
	       (continuing)
	  ...ordered the assassinations of 
	  this city's ex-mayor and the activist 			
          Rainbow Dawn.

		    FISK
	  --Mr. Murdock!

		    MATT
	       (continuing)
	  ...how you endangered the lives of 
	  every man, woman, and child who used 
	  the mass transit system for a quest.

Turning back to Fisk.

		    MATT
	  Isn't what this is all about? You
	  imperil the city's transportation 
	  system and then acts as its savior? 
	  But that's not your real agenda. You 
	  didn't wish anyone to know. Interfere 
	  with your quest. Your Holy Grail quest.

Fisk senses the crowds anxiety. 

		    MATT
	  The great actor. You appear as one
	  thing while you hide your true self.

		    FISK
	  You are one to talk...Daredevil.

		    MATT
	  Suspicious of all around.  Suspicion
	  is the companion of mean souls and 
	  the bane of all good society. Tell
	  them--tell them how you even had your 
	  own beloved kidnapped. And for what?
	       (beat) 
	  I offer you a trade. The Lenape 
	  Papers for... 
		  
		    FISK
	  --You have nothing Murdock. No one 
	  will believe the ramblings of a 
	  madman who dresses in tights lurking
	  in the shadows. Be careful or you
	  might share the same rubber room
	  as our common associate now does.

Tosses VANESSA's wedding ring to Fisk.

		    MATT
	  But I do...have something.

Fisk catches it -- total disbelief.

		    FISK
	  V-Vanessa?

Fisk enraged -- holds back -- softens to tears.

		    FISK
	  You sir...shall burn in hell.

		    MATT
	  That madman you refer to?  Here's 
	  a quote I'm sure he'd like:  "The 
	  only thing that burns in hell is the 
	  part of you that won't let go of your 
	  life; memories, attachments.  They're 
	  not punishing you--they're freeing 
	  your soul. If you're frightened of 
	  dying and you're holding on--you'll see 	
 	  devils tearing your life away but--

Beat. Turns to the crowd.

		    MATT
	  ...if you made your peace, then the
	  devils are angels. Freeing you from 
	  this earth." 

Turns back to Fisk.

		   MATT
	  We know who your angel is.

Fisk head goes limp -- he knows what he must do.


INT. RIKER'S PRISON HOSPITAL - DAY

Would appear like a regular hospital room --

EXCEPT for the GUARDS and laser-wire fence that 
separates them and the PATIENT in bed.

TV monitor tells the sordid tale.

ON SCREEN:

		    NEWSCASTER
	  In a surprising turnaround, millionaire
	  Wilson Fisk has donated the necessary 
	  funds to rebuild the MTA system 
	  though refuses any participation.

FOGGY fends off questions from REPORTERS.

		    FOGGY
	  ...Fisk has decided it would be 
	  in the city's best interest if the 
	  MTA remained governed by its present
	  board and not by one individual.  
	       (beat)
	  Now, if he could only do something
	  to quicken up that rush hour commute.

Reporters laugh. 

		    NEWSCASTER (V.O.)
	  In other news...

In background Foggy shakes hands with MATT.


BACK IN PRISON CELL

BULLSEYE lies in bed -- restrained and bandaged.
Feverish delirium.

TV changes channels. Presentation of "Ben Hur."
Bullseye eyes wander onto the screen. 

		    ACTOR
	  ...oh, you can break a man's skull. 
	  You can arrest him. You can throw him 
	  into a dungeon. But how do you control
	  what's up here? How do you fight an idea?

CLOSE on Bullseye.  Smirk under the bandages.
					
		    BULLSEYE (V.O.)
	  Devil--devil--devil....		


EXT. ST. JOHNS CEMETERY, QUEENS - DAY

The grassy hills are covered in white.
A heavenly setting for those in eternal sleep.

MATT stands over a gray tombstone. 
He is not sad though.

He is at peace with himself. 

He places a flower and picture at the grave.

Departs.

As he walks off, a SHADOW appears.
Moves to the grave. Inscription reads:

Elektra Natchios. 1973-1993.
"From delusion lead me to truth.
 From darkness lead me to light.
 From death lead me to immortality." 

HAND picks up the pic.  It's the college photo of 
Matt and Elektra taken some years back.

A TEAR stains the image.

WIDEN

Shadow looks back to Matt; fading in the distance. 

Wind whips snow--long black hair--across her face.

		  BULLSEYE (V.O.)
	  DEVIL!!

FADE OUT


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