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- Sorry. Jessica Jones...
- Don't touch me!

- I'm not gonna touch you, seriously.
- Don't touch me.

Those restraints were
designed to hold your mom.

- That thing you made is not my mother.
- I know. It's a mind bender.

We always talked about
how we'd explain it to you.

Believe me. A tranq in the
neck is not how we pictured it.

What did you think? A group hug?

After what you made her
do, you depraved psycho?

No one can make Alisa do
anything. You know that.

I don't know shit about
whatever you turned her into.

Yes, you do.

She's still the same woman who hums

when she thinks no one can hear her.

She still has the same
wicked sense of humor.

And a big, beautiful brain that can
calculate cube roots in her head.

And she still drinks the same crap wine

and wouldn't think about taking my pot.

All that and a bag of hit woman.

No. You got that wrong.

You keep her chained down here
until you need someone dead.

No, we use the restraints
for her night terrors.

She's not a prisoner.

What does that make me?

I just need you to understand.

I've spent years honing
her drug protocol.

She hadn't had a
violent incident in ages.

I didn't know what she
was doing to those people.

Bullshit.

Okay.

I didn't wanna know.

I ignored Trish Walker's investigation.

Alisa knew Trish could expose me.

I'm all Alisa has.

You made sure of that.

Look, I didn't want
anyone dead. Even Kozlov.

Opportunistic prick stole my formulas
to develop drugs for the military.

- But you didn't want him dead?
- No!

Like, Alisa was afraid that he'd blab,

and she'd end up a government lab rat.

She was protecting herself. And me.

And you.

Don't you dare say that
she was protecting me.

She let me think she
was dead... for 17 years.

No matter how you feel
about what she's done,

at her core, she's still your mom.

And she needs your help.

? Honey, ain't we got fun? ?

? The rent's unpaid ?

She's making breakfast, I think.

Focusing on a menial
task can calm her down.

Usually, her rages are manageable.

But when they're triggered
by threats to her survival,

she can't control 'em.

Except to commit premeditated murder.

That was an escalation,
but it is on the continuum.

- She goes into a dissociated...
- Psychobabble. Blah-blah.

Bullshit. Shut up.

You want my advice? Here it is.

Turn yourselves in.

How many cops you think she'd tear
apart before they shot her down?

She doesn't have any other
options. You took them from her.

All right! You're right!
All of this is on me.

Every goddamn thing, all right?
But your mother's alive, Jessica.

Do you get that?

She's here, and she
never stopped loving you.

It's Trish.

If I don't answer that,
she'll go to the cops.

And they'll trace my phone.

Let me talk to her.
I'll make her go away.

If Trish shows up here in
the state your Mom's in,

you know what happens?

Give me the damn phone.

Hey.

Where have you been? I've
been trying to reach you.

- Jess, you okay?

It's over.

What's over?

The investigation, IGH. All of it.

What the hell are you talking about?

I found Karl's house.

It was cleared out. No leads,
nothing. They just disappeared.

People don't just disappear.

You find them. That's what you do.

Not this time.

Where are you? I'm coming to you.

Where I always am when I'm
depressed and demoralized.

Which bar?

I don't know. I'm too wasted.
I'll talk to you later.

Jessica...

God damn it.

What's wrong?

Jessica, she says the killer is gone

and the entire IGH
investigation is over.

Okay, that doesn't sound like her.

She was pretty freakin' clear about it.

- Then let's head back to Alias. We can...
- What? Wait for her to explain herself?

We've done all the work and
she wants to throw it away.

Just relax. We'll figure this out.

This is not just some case to me.

- I'm not Jessica's assistant. This is my life.
- "Associate."

It's not just some case to me either.

Are you done in the bathroom?

Yeah. Can you just slow down a second?

You've lived like this for 12 years?

I love her, but she
scares the piss out of me.

But who wants a conventional romance?

Yeah, this is so much better.

Maybe I love her because she
scares the piss out of me.

I still want to understand
her and make it right.

Well, I don't.

Talk to her. That might calm her down.

Just so you know, I rarely
have that effect on people.

Try, or more people could get hurt.

Fine.

But not like this.

I hope you'll do the right thing.

Better go check on Mom.

Jessica, don't!

You don't know what she'll do!

Stop!

Jessica!

Jessica!

What did you do?

The right thing.

And my actual mother
would know what that was.

- You have no idea what the right thing is.
- Alisa, take it easy. Stay calm.

Do you want me to go to prison?
Is that really what you want?

- It's a start.
- Prison can't handle her.

Don't worry, Karl.
You're going with her.

You're just as guilty as she is.

Don't talk to him
like that. He saved us.

He destroyed us.

He is a pervert with a god complex

who made himself a powered
girlfriend for kicks.

No. You have no idea
what you're talking about!

Alisa, focus on my voice.
Take a breath. Okay.

You can help her, Jessica.

And if anybody should do
time for this, it's me.

No. You've given up enough for me.
Just take the money we have and go.

He's not going anywhere.

No. Go to the place we talked about.

We'll go together. I'll
find another treatment.

- Spoiler alert, it won't work.
- She's stubborn, never let this go.

You don't know stubborn if
you think he can outrun me.

- Go.
- You won't make it in a cell.

- They'll hurt you.
- If anything happens to you,

I will hurt them. You know I will!

- I can't just leave you.
- Let go of me.

Just take the money. God damn it, Karl!

Come with me!

Get out!

- I love you. I'm sorry.
- No!

Just lock the door.
And do not come back!

Get off me! Let go of me!

Damn it! Let go!

No!

Whether the cops catch him or I do,
one way or another, he's gonna pay.

Trust me...

living with me for the last
12 years, he's paid plenty.

I've been thinking about
it. I've got a plan.

Here's what we do. Jessica
said she was at a bar, right?

So we start at Rudy's and work
our way through her usual haunts.

Sure. Right after you tell
me what you're jacked up on.

What?

You were sick when I
brought your inhaler back.

I told you, I had allergies.

You did. And five minutes
later, you're all over me.

Which was amazing. I'm not complaining.

- You're just accusing me of being high.
- You didn't sleep at all last night.

Acting erratic, talkin' a mile a minute.

You've never felt awkward
after a one-night stand?

And now, you come out of
that bathroom all cool,

like nothing's happened.

I mean, come on, I've
seen this shit before.

Hey, I've been there.

You're wrong.

So if I went in there right now,

- I wouldn't find anything?
- Don't.

Then be real with me.

It's the inhaler, right? So what is it?

It's like a combat
enhancer or something.

You don't even know what it is?

I know what it does.
It belonged to Simpson.

It makes you stronger, faster,
quicker reflexes, more focused.

It's perfectly safe.

So why not say that from the jump?

Because I don't like
having to justify myself

to a guy I just went down on.

You're welcome, by the way.

That's why we hooked up?

- 'Cause you're on that crap?
- I'm not on anything.

- It's not coke or heroin.
- Have you told Jessica about it?

No. And I don't tell her when I
have three shots of espresso, either.

If there was a pill you could
take to make you smarter,

wouldn't you take it?

This is essentially the same thing.

I've been using it to help stop IGH.

If that were true, you
wouldn't need to hide it.

All right. This is pointless. And
also none of your goddamn business.

I'm gonna go find Jessica and
figure out what the hell is going on.

Are you coming or not?

While you're on that crap, no,
I'm not going anywhere with you.

I guess gene editing didn't
improve your taste in booze.

Oh, yeah.

The first time we left you
alone to babysit Phillip,

you drank half a bottle.

Came home to find you
hugging the toilet.

Because it tastes like
compost and air freshener.

Well,

we're locked in here until
the police arrive, so...

it's all that's on offer.

You know where they'll
take me, don't you?

There's a special prison built
for people with abilities.

It's called The Raft.

Yeah. I read about it.

Prisoners have no contact
with the outside world,

and they never return to it, so...

whatever you need to say
to me, better say it now.

I'd need another 17 years.

Well, you got about 17 minutes.

Go.

Hey, got any white bread? Or
just this whole grain crap?

Whatever's there.

He's in jail, your...

healer friend.

He's not a friend.

I only met him once,
almost 12 years ago.

He's awaiting trial for
assault with a deadly weapon.

IGH screws up everyone it touches.

Guess I was the lucky one. Homeless
is better than prison or dead.

How did someone like you
end up on the streets?

Someone like me?

You're smart, capable, attractive,

a professional nurse.

After IGH, I got jumpy around patients.

Didn't want to go near
anybody for a long time.

Kinda important as a nurse.

If one job doesn't work
out, you find another one.

Flipped burgers at Hambone's.
Worked at an adult video store.

Other stuff.

You miss rent a few
times. It sorta snowballs.

You'd be surprised what
you can get used to.

You have no idea what
I'm talking about, huh?

You don't even buy your own groceries.

I grew up in a trailer the
size of this dining room

with four siblings.

You know what kids do to the
poor kid whose clothes don't fit?

They make sure that school is
as much a living hell as home.

Everything I have, I built from nothing.

Wouldn't have guessed that.

I'm gonna go to work.

You need to find another place to stay.

Oh...

Okay. I thought...

Thought what? That your healer
boy was your meal ticket?

I may be sick, but I'm not a sucker.

Fine. Don't believe me.

You can die a cripple,

all alone in your fancy glass
box that you built from nothing.

I don't give a rat's ass.

You haven't changed at all.

You have no clue who I am
or what I've been through.

I just look like
someone you used to know.

Wish I could say the same about you.

No, you're right. I don't
know. So, why don't you tell me?

For Christ's sake, Jessica. Talk to me.

I used to imagine that
you and Dad were up there.

Or wherever.

Watching me. Looking out for me. But
guess it was just Dad though, huh?

While you were down here
moving on with somebody else.

It's not that simple.

Gotta say, your standards
really took a nosedive.

You know, your father
and I weren't happy.

We had problems. We argued constantly.

No, you didn't.

Not in front of you. But yeah.

- We hadn't had sex in almost a year.
- I so don't need to hear that.

We were talking about getting divorced.

Why are you lying? I was there.

You were a kid, what
the hell did you know?

He and I were just different.

I was ambitious.

I felt stifled by him.
He felt berated by me.

And maybe he was.

I could have been on the tenure
track in the math department

at the University of Michigan.
But he wouldn't move. So I stayed.

And I taught junior college
to a bunch of underachievers.

And I hated him for that.

And he hated me for
making him feel inadequate.

This is such crap.

It's who we were. Who we are.

Phillip knew.

What?

Yeah. He walked in on your dad and me

in the middle of a screaming match.

Jesus. The look on his face.

He never said anything to me.

That's why he started acting out.

Remember when he got suspended?

Your father wanted to
put him on ADD meds.

Phillip had ADD?

Every kid with a pulse has ADD

according to the
pharmaceutical companies.

Karl always gets worked up about that.

The over-medication of children.

Yeah. Why medicate kids when you
can alter their entire genetic code?

Don't.

Karl experiments on people
who can't give consent.

Jesus, you're so adept
at shutting yourself down.

Maybe it's because I'm afraid
people will tragically die on me.

Wonder where I got that from.

- You were like that before the accident.
- No, I wasn't.

You didn't have any friends.
You refused to play team sports.

You locked yourself in your room
all day, playing depressing rock.

Nirvana isn't depressing.

Oh, really? Didn't
that guy commit suicide?

So what other memories of
mine do you wanna crush?

I'm not trying to crush them,
I'm just correcting them.

Well, stop.

Our lives just weren't
the storybook bullshit

you seem to think they were. That's all.

Well, there were parts of it
that seemed pretty perfect to me.

Christmases. Thanksgiving.

That weird marshmallow
thing you made with yams.

Yeah.

Not even I can ruin what is essentially

a vat of marshmallows, butter and sugar.

What?

When I look at you,
I don't see my mother.

But your voice...

makes me feel like I'm back with
you in our old house, before...

everything.

Remember those trips we took
to the shore every summer?

Playland?

That last year, you refused to go.

You were so over it. Begged
us to leave you behind.

Teenagers are...
self-absorbed little assholes.

They were scared of heights.

Do you remember? Phillip and Dad.

So I always knew that the
Ferris wheel was our thing.

You know, just you and me.

But you refused to ride.

Said it was boring, just
keeps going around in a circle.

But I forced you to, and
you wouldn't speak to me.

But I knew that you loved
it, just as much as I did.

Being up high and untouchable.

Eventually, you just
couldn't help yourself.

You busted out into this big,

beautiful grin.

How were you getting out?

What are you talking about?

Karl locked you in here every night,

but you were getting
out without him knowing.

- How?
- Come on.

You've got what you wanted,
someone to turn in to the cops.

They'll be here any minute.

Just leave it alone. There's no way out.

Can't you just let him go?

Screw Karl.

What are you doing?

I don't know yet.

Go around back.

Nobody. I told you, she's setting us up.

Hey, Jess. Me again.

So I'm just gonna take you at your
word that this IGH case is over.

And I guess you're sleeping
it off in an alley somewhere.

But I gotta stay busy, so I'm
pursuing one of our other cases.

And I found a lead that might help me

get to Hogarth's partner Benowitz.

If you wanna stop me, maybe
show up at the office sometime.

Who are you?

My name is Jeri
Hogarth. I'm an attorney.

I already got a lawyer.

Not a very good one.

Considering you've been
awaiting trial for 15 months.

Asshole doesn't even get my name right.

You look expensive.

- What's the catch?
- I'm a friend of Inez.

- Am I supposed to know who that is?
- She worked for a company called IGH.

She was a nurse.

Look, I don't want anything
to do with those people.

- So if you work for them...
- I don't.

But I would like to discuss
what they did to you.

You want me to heal someone, don't you?

That's the catch.

Sorry, lady, I don't do that
anymore. Brought me nothing but drama.

People find out, they try to use you.

I don't think you're
grasping the situation here.

When I walked into this room,

you won the lottery.

Is that right?

I am the best lawyer you can't afford.

I win. That's what I do.

My clients don't sit around
rotting in jail for a year.

You can't get me out of here.

I read your file, the charges.

There's no way the DA

is gonna want to go to
trial with what they've got.

Not against me.

But you're gonna have to
give me something in return.

What's wrong with you?

You tell me.

I'm not a goddamn psychic.

You're sick, aren't you?

You're gonna have to do
something better than that.

Give me your hand.

Guard's right outside.
What am I gonna do?

Come on.

Started as a cramp in your hand.

But it's... it's getting worse.

No, hell no. Not again.

- Guard! Guard!
- Okay. Hey.

- I feel sick.
- Wait.

Guard. Guard!

Let's go.

Come on.

So what's the plan?

I just need time to think, okay?
So maybe let's not talk for a while.

- He's texting and driving.
- That's what people do.

No, what they do is maim and kill
people when they get into accidents.

You know better, I hope.

I don't drive, period. So
it's not really a problem.

Please get off your
phone. That's dangerous.

How about we don't draw
attention to ourselves?

No. I'm in the right.

You are a wanted felon. You
will never be in the right.

Get off your goddamn phone.

Calm down, lady.

Excuse me?

Okay. You know what? We're
gonna get out here. Pull over.

- We're not over the bridge yet.
- Stop.

Okay. Okay.

Don't get your panties in a bunch.

Our "panties"? Grown goddamn
women don't wear panties.

- We wear underwear!
- Please get out. Get out.

It may seem small to you,

but both of our lives
were in danger in that cab,

and I was totally in control.

Yeah, and you didn't
murder him or anything.

Let's go.

Wow.

You really rejected
your suburban roots, huh?

I never really took to words
like "davenport" or "duvet."

No, me neither.

Oh, this is beautiful.

Who did this?

It's paint by numbers.

This is perfect.

I'm so proud of you.

You don't get to be proud.

Are you just dragging me
here to keep punishing me?

I won't argue that I don't deserve it.

Maybe. Why?

- Are you gonna try to run?
- I could've gone with Karl.

I still could if I wanted
to. But I'm choosing you.

Well, this is just a pit stop.

For what? Just tell me what's
going on in that head of yours.

I don't know. Okay?

There's no manual that
tells you what to do

when your mother who's been
dead for 17 years comes back

and is a mass murderer.

I'm kinda winging it.

Everything inside me tells
me I should turn you in.

But you're not ready?

Well, take your time.

I'm in no rush to spend the
rest of my life in a steel box.

Takes three times the amount of booze
to take the edge off, doesn't it?

Gets pricey.

You and I are not the same.

So these rages that you have...

There's gotta be something
that sets you off, right?

Well, I can feel the ramp-up.

There's a small window to
reverse it with a sedative,

but it varies.

Sometimes, I can tamp it down myself.
That works for the small stuff.

But when it gets personal...

it can get bad.

Great.

I won't hurt you. Well,
I'll try not to hurt you.

It's not me I'm worried
about. It's everyone else.

You're right to be worried.

The more terrible things you
do, I do, the easier it gets.

Jessie...

they're here.

Oh, hey.

I've been trying to reach you.

Yeah. This is why I
can't have nice things.

So I'm at my desk,
going through case files,

- when suddenly I get this text.
- Yeah.

I sent it as soon as I could.

But when I drive all the way out there,

it turns out the place is empty.

I found it that way. Looked
like they left in a hurry.

So did you.

I gave you the lead. I figured
you'd take it and run with it.

I don't suppose you'd tell me
how you came upon that address.

I am a private investigator.

I have some questions eating at
me. Do you mind if I come inside?

I can't right now. I
gotta meet my associate.

- Gotta get my shit off the cloud.
- I'll wait till you finished.

I can't. I'm booked all night on a case.

Look, Jones, I stuck
my neck out for you.

You dick me around like this
again, you're on your own.

Look, I'll come down to the
station first thing tomorrow, okay?

I'll walk you through
every detail I uncovered.

But right now, I got my hands full.

Take care of yourself, Miss Jones.

Come on!

You gotta be shitting me.

- Yeah?
- I've been to, like, a dozen bars.

Nothing. Did Jessica come back to Alias?

- I don't know. I'm not there.
- Where are you?

I'm heading to a bar in
Chelsea called Whiskers.

To look for Jessica?

No, I'm on a case.

What case? Is it connected to IGH?

I'm hanging up now.

Malcolm, wait. You're not gonna
tell Jessica about the inhaler...

Damn it.

Hey!

- Hey! Get out of the street!
- Bite me, asshole!

Idiot.

Well, that's cool. Your mom's visiting.

You introduced yourself?

Yes, I forgot what floor you were on,

and he was nice enough to
walk me back downstairs.

Thank you.

I was just telling her she
should teach you some Spanish.

I know Spanish.

Cerveza. Enchilada.

You hate it, huh?

- What?
- The painting.

I left it on your door.

It was great. Really.

You're the artist?

I'm impressed.

Your dissolved color field,
that really reminds me of, um...

Helen Frankenthaler.

Frankenthaler? Huh.

- That's a high bar.
- You're there. Your work is beautiful.

It takes the right muse.

Look, I would invite you in, but
she just showed up and surprised me.

And, uh... we have a
lot of baggage to unpack.

I don't want to get in the middle.

Thank you for helping her.
And thank you for the painting.

I'll see you around, okay?

What the hell was that?

I like the painting. Is
that not okay with you?

He seemed nice.

He is a convicted criminal.

No wonder I like him.

Stay away from him.

I should've never brought you here.
I don't know what I was thinking.

Calm down, Jessica.

Oh, great! The rage monster
is telling me to calm down!

It sounded like the
cop was gonna come in,

so I jumped up onto the roof.

I ran into Oscar on the
stairs, nothing bad happened.

You're upset because you
thought I left you again?

I thought you were out there
ripping people's heads off!

You're not gonna get
rid of me that easy.

So where should I put my stuff?

You take the bed, I'll
sleep on the couch tonight.

And tomorrow?

I will figure out this shitshow.

But there's no version
of it that ends well.

Unless it doesn't have to end.

What are you drinking?

Club soda.

Smart man. The drink
specials are far from special.

What did you go with?

Don Julio 1942.

Boring because it's so predictably good.

Can I buy you one?

That's okay, I'm... I'm good.

So, you live in the city?

Look, I didn't come here for a hookup.

- I'm sorry?
- Go home, tell your wife the truth.

- What?
- I know you come from a traditional family,

so I'm sure it's hard to come out,

but the world has changed.
People don't care anymore.

I'm... I'm not sure I understand...

The lie is not sustainable.

Eventually, what happens is
you end up hurting people.

So just be honest.

And go home, tell your wife.

What is this? Who are you?

Someone who, if he was doing his job,

would use all this to blackmail you.

But I'm not gonna do it.
It's too ugly, even for me.

Who put you up to this?

It doesn't matter, man.
Just watch your back.

From whom? I need to know.

Does the name Linda Chao
mean anything to you?

Linda hired you?

She went after Jeri. Now
she's coming after me.

My advice?

She's got dirt on you. Get some
on her, so you're protected.

Oh, I've got plenty on her. Trust me.

Hey.

Hey, I can help.

Seriously. I can get her off your back.

- Yeah, how much will that cost me?
- Nothing. I feel bad.

What she's doing is wrong. But just
give me something that I can use.

Where to start?*

How about the offshore holdings
and the Kaxton shell corporation?

- Kaxton? Is...
- Faggots.

The world has changed? People
don't care anymore, huh?

Assholes!

Don't feed the trolls.

Yo. Did you just call us assholes?

Back off, man.

Check out that attitude.

Real homo thug, huh? What's up, pussy?

Really? Grow up, you piece of shit.

That's right. Walk away, before
I beat you like I'm your daddy.

Chick's psycho! Let's go!

She tore my jacket, man.

Malcolm, are you okay?

Oh, crap.

I thought I could take 'em.

- It was three against one.
- It didn't slow you down.

I had help.

Take it. You'll heal faster.

It's not opiates. It's
not addictive. It's just...

an enhancer.

I'm not gonna force it on you.

Oh, whoa.

See?

No, no, no. Shit.

Malcolm, you're fine. It's
just an adrenaline surge.

- It'll wear off. You'll get used to it.
- No, I'm not fine!

- Malcolm, stop.
- No, you just stay away from me!

Where are you going?

Hey!

There's a trash chute
out in the hallway.

It's the stuff you
bought me. You return it.

The tags are still on most of it.

I'm wearing the underwear. Figure
they won't take those back anyway.

- You can keep it all.
- I don't want it.

So what? You're leaving
dressed like that?

The clothes I came in are in the dryer.

I'll be gone as soon as they're done.

- Where are you gonna go?
- Why do you care?

Because I imagine that
wherever you're going

isn't going to have $200 champagne.

And I think that you should
stay and celebrate with me.

- Celebrate what?
- Shane, from IGH.

I'm getting him out of prison.

You can do that?

- Get somebody out, just like that?
- No. It's not just like that.

I reminded the DA what it feels like

to sit across from me in a courtroom.

He agreed to drop the felony
charges down to a misdemeanor, and...

Shane gets off for time served.

- I thought you didn't believe me.
- I don't know what I believe anymore.

But for the first time in a long time,

I feel hopeful.

Thank you for that.

For trying to help me.

Thank you.

I hope Shane can do something for you.

I really do.

To hope.

Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm!

- Wow, that's like...
- Drinking liquid joy.

Yeah, actually.

Mmm.

Do they freak you out?

No.

Not at all.

Is that okay?

? Ain't we got fun? ?

? Not much money, oh, but, honey ?

? Ain't we got fun? ?

? The rent's unpaid, dear ?

? We haven't a car ?

? We'll stay as we are ?

? Every morning, every evening ?

? Ain't we got fun? ?

Why would you waste perfectly
good whiskey like that?

You don't like hot toddies, either?
Maybe you're not my daughter.

Oh, shit.

Get down!

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

It's just a graze.

- They're trying to kill us.
- But we're okay.

Wait! Let me handle it!

No.

Stop!