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Your first case is the parole of Emil Blonsky.

Also known as Abomination.

Jennifer Walters. Namaste.

Previously on She-Hulk...

The man you see before you is not the same Emil Blonsky.

He plans to open a meditation retreat.

We hereby grant Mr. Blonsky's release on parole, effective immediately.

Mr. Blonsky is prohibited from turning into Abomination

and is ordered to wear an inhibitor in perpetuity.

I'm Josh.

Jen.

My plan was to strike up a normal conversation with a beautiful woman.

She-Hulk is amazing.

I just wanted to be amazing tonight.

I don't know. I think you're pretty great.

Some of these are death threats. Best thing to do is ignore it.

Just let her live her life.

- Bye. - I'll text you.

The client's insurance policy covers acts of God.

Okay. Good night.

Sometimes in life, you just gotta go for what you want.

And you are what I want.

Jen!

You didn't tell me you were nominated for Female Lawyer of The Year.

Does this mean we get to go to a gala?

Hello? Oh, oh, are you going down a rabbit hole on that Intelligencia site?

What? No.

I don't care what a bunch of losers say about me online.

Can't even say it to my face 'cause they know they'd get Hulk-smashed.

- No, I'm waiting for a text from Josh. - What? Okay. That's enough for you.

You need to set a limit so you stop checking that.

- What about just hourly? - No.

It's just the first 12 hours after you sleep with someone for the first time.

It just feels icky.

You just gotta coast through it without doing anything stupid.

Why can't he just text me back? Why is that so hard?

There's no reason nowadays to not respond to a text.

He could be in a meeting or at the movies.

There's weddings, funerals, job interviews, silent retreats.

I hope he's at all of those today.

Hello?

Jennifer Walters.

Chuck Donelan.

Emil Blonsky's parole officer.

Chuck? How are you?

Um... I can't imagine you calling me on a Sunday is good news.

Got that right.

We got a malfunction alert on Blonsky's inhibitor.

Oh, did he turn into The Abomination?

We don't know,

so I gotta go up to that wackadoo ranch of his.

Okay. Well, I'll check in with him.

Well, you have danced right on over to why I called.

We don't have the resources for a squad of uniforms to go with me,

so I was hoping you'd meet me there.

Just in case, you know...

In case The Abomination decides not to cooperate.

Yeah. My chances of staying out of the ICU would be much greater

- if I had a Hulk with me. - Mmm-hmm.

I'm not interrupting your plans, am I?

No. Not at all. Nope. I will see you there.

Great, 'cause the place is full of weirdos and I don't wanna be...

Hey, Jen! Jen, Jen. Wait! Wait, wait, wait. Jen, wait for me!

Hey, Jen.

Thanks, again, for doing this.

Yeah, I mean, if he's violated his parole,

his lawyer should be here.

- Yeah. - All right.

- No, Jen! Jen! - Are you here? Blonsky!

You're honking your horn at a ten-foot-tall lizard monster.

So, maybe, put on your green suit.

- Put on my green suit? - Yeah.

Get big, Jolly Green yourself?

- What do you call it? - Hulking out.

Okay. Good. Whatever. Then, would you? Please?

It's definitely malfunctioning.

I don't know why.

Maybe you might've jostled it or...

Come to think of it, I did get a jolt from an electric fence earlier,

but it was worth it because my favorite chicken,

Princess Silk Feather, was stuck.

- Your favorite chicken? - Yeah.

- Favorite chicken. - Great.

Well, I have recalibrated your inhibitor and she's good to go.

So, stay away from the electric fence, maybe?

Then I won't have to make any more scary trips up here.

Not that I don't like coming here.

- No. - I just...

Yeah, come back any time.

He's always in such a hurry to leave.

Well, he thought he was here to face The Abomination.

What about you then, Jen?

Um, I thought you worked hard to get out of prison

and you'd be really dumb to go back in.

Aye, true that.

Sorry. I thought I heard a ding.

I've already wasted half a Sunday on this expedition, so I'm gonna get moving.

Oh, my God!

Ah! Hey! What the hell?

Wait.

What the hell is going on?

It's just two men working through their resentments

in a safe environment, Jen.

Sorry. It's my fault.

You know what? Apologize to my Prius Prime with money.

I will apologize to your Prius, if that'll make you feel better.

Brother Blonsky taught me a lot about taking responsibility for my anger.

Man-Bull.

A weird lab experiment. Don't ask.

And I am El Águila.

And before you make assumptions, no, I am not a matador.

That'd make the two of us fighting pretty cliché, no?

Working through identity issues here.

- I don't have issues. - All right.

I know exactly who I am.

I am a swashbuckler.

He says that like it's an occupation.

Waving a sword around isn't a job unless you're a matador.

You see, to Man-Bull, El Águila represents every person who's tried to, you know,

stab him in the, you know, for being "an affront to nature."

Of which there are many.

- MAN-BULL: So many. - Yeah.

This is so much unnecessary backstory

to tell to someone whose car you just destroyed.

I can't drive this. How am I supposed to go home?

You know, sometimes life presents a teacher

when there's a lesson to be learned.

Jen, think of this totally knackered Prius Prime as your teacher.

Um, that was nothing.

You just said nothing in response

- to a very straightforward question. - Yeah.

Man-Bull? Give us a push to the garage, would you?

Do I look like a mechanic? My name is Man-Bull.

Not Mechanical-Bull.

Wow. How long have you been waiting to say that?

- That felt very forced. - You, too?

I think it's fantastic news that the tow truck won't get here

until later today.

How is that fantastic news?

Well, it means that you can spend some time here.

You know, relax.

Is there no cell reception here?

No. Okay, so, over there is the Wood Lodge

where I offer private spiritual consultation

and life-coaching.

It's exclusive to our Platinum Circle members.

- Hi, Princess. So cute. - Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

- You got a text. - Did I?

- Yeah. - Where? Very funny.

In our ceremonial sweat yurt,

we integrate the past and the present into one being.

So, what do you say? Pick you up in 20?

I'm not sweating it out in a yurt today.

I need to get some work done.

So, if you could get me a desk and some Wi-Fi.

It's a bit of a hard ask, I'm afraid, on the Wi-Fi front.

We don't carry it as a policy.

You know, distractions from the outside and all that.

And you have no reception anywhere, either.

This isn't how I want to spend my day.

Maybe it's how you need to spend your day.

I'm gonna find a signal.

Clearly, you're not in a teachable mood right now

and I do respect that. So...

I'm around if you need me.

Oh, hell, yes.

Jen! You remember El Águila and Man-Bull?

- Uh-huh. - This is Porcupine. He's a porcupine.

And Saracen thinks he's a vampire.

Wow, this is quite a group.

- You're welcome to join. - I'll pass.

I'm just gonna work over here in the one square meter

of this property that actually has reception.

Okay.

Last session, we really explored Alejandro's struggles with his identity.

Just because I am Spanish and I have a flair for the style,

people constantly assume that I am a matador.

It's dehumanizing.

Spanish is a language, not a nationality, so...

You've never heard of Spain?

It's not your fault, but those attributes make me

see you as a matador.

And, well, that's triggering for me.

I did do some light matadoring in college.

Oh, my God! Dude, what?

We do have to guard against codependency here.

- We are not codependents. - Interesting.

What do you think, Man-Bull?

Our relationship...

I'm asking Man-Bull.

I'd like to say something.

Great.

Saracen.

They have been spending a lot of time together.

I'm feeling like maybe it's not healthy.

Mmm. Unhealthy. I called that, too.

I'm sorry. Porcupine, you wanna share something?

No, thanks.

Now, remember how we talked about vulnerability

and how important it is to the process?

Yes. Yeah.

How taking your suit off would be a great first step?

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Yeah?

You wanna do that today?

I just feel safer with it on. Thank you.

Whoo-whee!

Sorry, I'm late. I lost track of time in the yurt.

- No way. - Jen.

I needed it though. I was hurtin' for a yurtin'.

That guy is here? You probably don't even remember who he is.

Tell me they previously on'd him. I don't care. We're doing it again.

Previously on this guy!

If you're gonna strut around showing off your powers,

you better be able to back it up.

I was visited by a lot of feminine energy in there.

I think I was talking to my dead grandmother, Rose.

Hard to tell when you're surfing the yurt though. Right?

Oh, hey!

Jen! Jen! Jennifer!

Come on, I stacked those.

- It's cool. Let it go. - MAN-BULL: I'm allowed to be angry!

- Whoa, whoa! - This asshole and his friends

attacked me behind my apartment.

Yeah, Jennifer, darling,

I'm gonna need you to sit in the calming chair now.

Right now.

PORCUPINE AND MAN-BULL: The chair.

- You in trouble. - Fine.

Once I'm out of there, I'll rip this guy to shreds.

Hold on. That is not how we work through our issues around here.

- Well, she's welcome to the circle. - Okay.

- But she has to get her own chair. - Okay.

I'd love to work through our issues if you'll let me.

So, I realized real strength comes from looking in the mirror and saying,

"Hey, man, I'm gonna work on me."

I didn't need a magic crowbar to give me a false sense of power.

All it did was make me and my boys act like idiots.

Rolling up on you like we were some supervillains or something.

You attacked a woman four to one. You absolutely were supervillains.

I hear you, Jen, and I take radical accountability for my actions.

And I'm very sorry.

Oh, my God.

Seems like a breakthrough. He's so sorry.

- Sarcasm. - Wow.

Hennifer clearly has some stuff going on,

and she'd rather sit here, getting her kicks,

listening to us, than working on herself.

I'm not getting my kicks. And I'm fine.

What?

You're not fine.

Flying into a rage. Throwing people across the room.

- Into perfectly stacked chairs. - Mmm-hmm.

Everyone else has shared.

So is there anything you wanna get off your chest?

- No. - Look at you.

You are glued to that thing.

I met a guy, Josh, at a wedding.

We went on a few dates. I thought it was going great.

Then, I haven't heard from him.

Now I can't stop thinking about it. Okay?

- When was the last time you talked to him? - Uh,

three nights ago when we...

Made love?

First off, ew.

No, when we'd slept together for the first time.

- Another direct hit. - Okay, are you two married?

- Come on. - Codependency.

Yeah, actually, could you switch seats with someone?

Anyone?

- It's feeling just a little unhealthy. - Mmm-hmm.

Thank you.

So how many dates?

- Three. - What was the last thing you texted him?

Um...

"That was fun. I can't stop smiling."

- Oh, God. - Yikes.

- What? - "I can't stop smiling"?

It is thirsty and a cliché.

You're thirsty and a cliché.

No, she did not just call me...

Bottom line. You said game on and he didn't respond.

- That's not the last thing I texted him. - I'm sorry, what?

Just now 'cause I was so worried I hadn't heard from him in so long.

- He could be in a ditch somewhere. - What did you do?

"Hey, getting a little worried. Just wanna know you're okay."

Blushing smile emoji.

Why would you do that?

I don't know! I was freaking out, okay?

It's a real bad look.

I know it's a bad look, Man-Bull.

You don't have to point out my mistakes. My mom does that.

We have to consider the very real possibility that you were ghosted.

- Or he wanted your blood. - No, not that.

Don't talk about blood. We're not your dad.

Don't talk about my dad.

Hermanos, please.

Jen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to talk so...

No.

I met him when I was Jen, and he liked Jen.

He specifically didn't ask about She-Hulk.

You know in high-school that friend you have that's like, cooler than you are?

Like, more attractive and athletic. They get all the attention from everyone.

Hello.

Like, you think life would be so much easier if I were that person,

and I can turn into that person anytime I want to.

And everyone pays attention when I'm this.

Like, my colleagues, my boss, guys.

But it feels like cheating

because would they like me if I didn't have all of this?

Like, if I was just Jen, would the same guys who like She-Hulk

stick around for Jen? Because some of them don't.

And that sucks for Jen because Jen is great,

and no one cares when they're She-Hulk.

So, like, I meet this guy who actually likes Jen,

and that just felt good to know that, you know?

And then, he ghosts me and it sucks.

Screw this guy! Where does he live?

Let's kill him. He's gotta die.

Big men, please.

No. Man-Bull's correct.

Josh has made an enemy of this entire group.

Tonight, we ride!

That's awesome!

Alejandro, you've been warned about using bio-electricity in group before.

Sorry.

Let's find this Josh guy and suck out all his blood.

Yes!

No, wait, guys! Wait! Jen is hurting,

and all we can offer her is violence?

Does anyone think they could speak to Jen's pain

with the tools that we've learned in the group?

Well, for one thing, I'd say you can't control what others do.

It hurts when someone rejects us

because it reminds us of the times we reject ourselves.

Maybe this Josh thing hurts so much

'cause you haven't been spending enough time with Jen.

And that's a shame because I bet Jen is pretty damn great...

- Yeah. - ...and tasty.

Went off the rails.

- Somebody bail me out. - Maybe...

just maybe this Josh isn't the only guy who likes Jen Walters.

Maybe, there's a group of guys right here

who would love to spend time with Jen right now.

Okay, Jen.

Do you believe that this group genuinely values the whole of you?

- I do. - And there it is.

So maybe, you can stop using She-Hulk as a protective shield

and trust us with Jen.

Yeah!

Great job.

I gotta say that felt really good.

Well...

Felt really good, Porcupine.

MAN-BULL: Oh, my God!

It smells like a fart. MAN-BULL: Yeah.

Feels really good. Oh, man.

How many hours a day do you wear that mask, Papa?

- Why? Am I ashy? - No, no, no.

Could you just leave the suit on until we can get it dry cleaned?

Okay.

You know, Jen. If Josh isn't spending time on Jen,

then Jen doesn't need to be spending time on Josh.

Delete Josh's number is what he's saying.

Oh.

- Delete it. - Come on.

Delete it.

Really?

Delete it. Delete it. Delete it.

Delete it. Delete it. Delete it. Delete it. Delete it.

Okay. How do you feel? So much growth.

I can't believe I'm gonna say this,

but I'm hurtin' for a yurtin'.

Jen! I knew it. I told you!

I told you!

Have to say it's not so.

Guys, I will never forget any of you, honestly.

Well, we made this for you.

Aw. "Bye, Jen. We love Jen and She-Hulk."

- We do. -"The gang."

- That's nice. - Says "gang" but it's not a literal gang.

Just make sure you make that clear to the parole board.

Yeah, I will. Yeah.

- Okay. - Bye.

- You got this. - Take it easy.

- Sorry about the car again. - That's okay.

- You stay out of trouble. - Yeah. You, too, darlin'.

And Jen,

next time you think of Josh, remember everyone we meet,

no matter how much they hurt you, is a lesson learned.

Yeah. Despite those platitudes, I am happy that I stuck around.

Feel free to come again.

Ooh, not till you get Wi-Fi.

- Okay. - Come on.