"It's complicated," Matt answers. He means that honestly, too, if the look on his face is any indication, thoughtful, frowning as he tries to find words to explain it all. Eventually, he gives up to a certain degree and with a shake of his head, and goes with the nutshell version.

"Long story short, Fisk's running the drug trade in the city." A beat. "Heroin, if you want to get specific." And another. "It's where most of his off the books income's coming from." He shrugs, that said, and tries to get himself back on track as he realizes he's edging into confusing things with all the threads running together on this. "I've been trying to figure out where so I can shut it down, and I think -- I think I've got it.

"It's the guys with the backpacks, they're the ones doing the trafficking. No one would looks twice at a blind guy. They're -- perfect."