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Oh, shit.

Love isn't for the weak-hearted.

It's for idiots.

And murderers, apparently.

A wedding ring?

So the creep and the maniac
have found happiness together.

Guess there's someone for everyone.

Almost everyone.

Shit. I'm sorry.

Music too loud?

Yeah.

I didn't realize how late it was.

I'll turn it down.

Everything okay?

Where's Vido?

With his mom.

Got anything to drink?

Come in.

So...

this is where the magic happens.

I'm just throwing paint around.

It's what I do when I have
a shitty day. Calms me down.

My methods are a little more direct.

So, why the shitty day?

My ex.

- Using my kid against me.
- Well, there's a saying in my business.

"Where there's an ex,
there's always a why."

- I'm not one of your clients.
- You're right.

It's none of my business.

Well...

I wasn't a good husband.

We were too young.

- I fooled around on her.
- You don't have to tell me.

It was a long time ago.

It's got nothing to do with
the kind of father I am today.

Okay.

Just trying to start again here.

Yeah.

Thanks for the booze.

What about you?

What about me?

Why are you really here, Jessica?

I was too lazy to walk
to the liquor store.

Is that it?

I don't want to be alone.

Oh! Shit... Sorry.

Looks better now.

Nice.

Hey, pervert! You just touched
me. Yeah, you in the hat.

What are you talking about?

You're welcome.

Morning.

- How long have you been up?
- Just a few hours.

What, are you watching me sleep?

It's not finished.

I gotta go.

Work.

Morning.

- What is that supposed to mean?
- I just said good morning.

It doesn't take a PI
or even a PI's associate

to recognize a walk of shame.

You left your phone here last night,

you've got serious bedhead going
on, and you're covered in paint.

Banging the super, huh?

How about you use some of those skills

I've taught you to do something useful?

How about this?

You thought that this ring
was a wedding band, didn't you?

It's not. It's a university
class ring. I recognized it.

From the university
you got kicked out of.

They put me on academic probation.
So, technically, I dropped out.

So how many Dr. Karls,
specializing in genetics,

could have gone there between
the late 70s and the 80s?

Can't be that long of a list.

Teaching moment, Malcolm.
You don't wait for permission.

Well, me going back there is
just... It's not the best idea.

- Why is that?
- People know me there.

So?

It didn't exactly end well.

Your past always catches up with you.

Might as well rip the Band-Aid off now.

Hey. You're back.

Glad to see you're enjoying my
gold-leaf truffles from Switzerland.

Ah. That's why they
taste like rusty nails.

Says the homeless woman who asked
for a $100 T-shirt with holes in it.

It's distressed.

You get my conditioner? My sports bra?

IGH. Everything you know. Now.

I only worked there a
couple days before that...

crazy lady, whatever the
hell she is, attacked me.

Luanne, the other nurse, she
was the only one I dealt with.

I didn't even know the doctors' names.

Tell me about the experiments.

Luanne said they were
developing a new technique...

to speed up the healing process.

It was supposed to change the world.

That's why it all had to be
so top secret or whatever.

They were doing some illegal,
dangerous shit, and they knew it.

What was the technique?

Was it the same for everybody?
Was it one session? A series?

I was just a nurse.
Nobody told me anything.

- So you don't even know if it worked?
- IGH didn't help anybody.

Not that I saw.

All they did was create that monster.

Why are you so interested
in all this, anyway?

It's for a client. Details
of her case are privileged.

So, how do I look?

Like a waste of my time.

Hey.

Hey.

- That bad, huh?
- Give me a break. My life just blew up.

So I read.

Yeah. It's, uh, it's everywhere.

And they're right.

I'm an asshole, and he's a great guy.

That guy sucked up all
the air in the room,

and there was no space left for you.

It was the right move.

And if you want to yell
or hug it out, I'm here.

Can we just focus on something
else for a couple hours?

Fine by me. I can
repress feelings all day.

What do you want?

So much for customer service.

I saw you yesterday. On my
cameras. I don't want any trouble.

Then you might wanna
put that thing away.

Like she said.

What the hell is that? Put that away.

- It's preventative.
- So is mine.

This is how idiots get shot.

Take a breath.

Listen...

I'm a private
investigator. Jessica Jones.

You heard about what happened
yesterday at the aquarium?

I was closed yesterday.

But you saw something, didn't
you? On your security cameras?

Look, fish were hurt,
people were terrorized.

We just wanna find
the people responsible.

I can't get involved.

Are those D-flawless?

How much?

Now you're trying to bribe me?

I thought you were trying
to catch the criminal?

We are. And we will.

With your help.

I want to be a good citizen.

But you're not, are you? A citizen?

Don't worry. We're not gonna call ICE.

I've been robbed six times.

I hang more cameras. I buy
a gun to scare them away.

But if I call the police,

my whole family gets
deported. Do you understand?

A rock and a hard place?
Yeah, I been there.

Okay. I'll show you.

Not just fish were hurt.

I've watched it over and over, but
I couldn't do anything about it.

- No rear plate.
- No, but watch.

Here.

The man and the woman are
arguing. She's very upset.

Dude has to drug her
to get her into the car?

- Where's the romance?
- A man that would do this to a woman?

Bet he's a citizen.

You don't think he's
controlling her, do you?

A powered woman used as a weapon?

D�jà vu sucks ass.

Nichelle!

Mal?

Hey. It's been a while.

Hey. What are you doing here?

I was just on campus.
Thought I'd say hi.

You must almost be done, right?

Yeah.

Three more months till my master's.

Congratulations.

You look different.

Better.

I'm clean. For a while now.

Been working with a PI.

It's not social work, but, I
mean, I'm still helping people.

- I tried to call a while back...
- Yeah. The forgiveness step.

I got your voice mail.

You know, I gotta give it
to you. You were thorough.

Just owning up to my shit.

- Have a nice life, Malcolm.
- Niche, please.

I didn't have control of myself...

Yeah. Some crazy man made you do drugs?

Like you never partied before? Please.

You're right.

I was an addict waiting to happen,

and I fell right down that rabbit hole.

I was just lost.

You were in one of the
best schools in the country.

Full ride. Pride of your family.

I was just going through the motions.

Well, I'm glad you got hooked on
drugs to find out who you really are.

I'm sorry, Niche.

For everything.

I mean, you were...

You just are the best
person that I know.

I never thought I was
good enough for you.

That's the truth.

Okay.

Yeah?

Take care of yourself.

Yeah. You, too.

I am done babysitting
your homeless woman.

She is filthy. She's a
slob. She's manipulative.

You're calling someone manipulative?

Mmm. Why is this so delicious?

I'm not playing, Jessica. I
want her out of my apartment.

Wait. Your apartment?

What happened to putting
Inez in a safe house?

Our safe houses are
for clients of the firm.

My partners are circling like
vultures. I have to be careful.

- Unless you found me some leverage.
- Yeah. I'm close.

Benowitz's chocolate bars.
Do you know who they're for?

I think your partner is
definitely hiding something.

It might not be a who.
It might be a what.

Okay. Explain.

Just hold on to Inez
for a few more days.

I'll give you till tomorrow.

I don't give a rat's ass if that
woman lives out of a cardboard box.

I can't do it anymore.

Karl Malus. Class of 1978.

That looks more like a cast
member from Hair than a scientist.

Are you sure that's him?

It's him.

I found some credit cards,
but it didn't tell me much.

Maybe they'll speak to me.

Hey.

You've just got some
sauce on your jacket.

Uh, sorry. Would you...

I heard about Griffin.
You holding up okay?

Uh, I'm a mess. Clearly.

I'm so sorry. If there's
anything that I can do, just...

You know, Malcolm, um...
you're doing a really good job.

The private investigator
thing suits you.

Thanks. I'm still learning, but...

I'm sure Jessica would tell you
she appreciates you if she wasn't...

you know... Jessica.

Punch out, Malcolm.

- I don't pay overtime.
- No, I'd rather stay and...

Go.

Thanks.

Piece of shit.

Don't encourage him.

Encouraging people
increases productivity,

and it strengthens loyalty.

You might want to try it
sometime, before he quits on you.

You might want to stop leading him on,
before you break his bleeding heart.

What are you talking about?

He has a thing for you.

Malcolm does not have a
thing. That's ridiculous.

Have you ever heard of Ambyhose?

The pantyhose? I...

What does that have to do with Dr. Karl?

There's no home or business
address listed for Dr. Karl.

But there's all these
credit cards and car payments

dated back ten years, and
they are all billed to...

- Ambyhose Hosiery Inc.
- Run by this guy.

Justis Ambrose.

Hosiery heir and also
alum of Karl's alma mater.

Why is a hosiery company
paying for Dr. Karl's expenses?

Let's find out.

Yeah, this is the car service company.

I'm trying to schedule
a drop-off for my client,

but the dude forgot his tee time.

Great.

Client's name is Justis Ambrose.

What do you mean, he's
already there? Since when?

Well, the dickhead forgot to cancel.

Great.

How did you know he was
gonna be at the club?

It's Sunday.

What else do rich assholes with
private golf club memberships do?

Let's go hit some balls.

- Gentlemen, good seeing you.
- All right, guys. Thank you.

I'm so sorry, ladies. It's members only.

Don't you know who this is?

I do know who Ms. Walker is.
Unfortunately, she's also not a member.

Okay, then I would like
to purchase a membership.

We're not accepting any new members.

Would you mind stepping out
of the way, please? Thank you.

Membership isn't the
issue. It's men only.

- That's discrimination.
- This is a private club.

You're on private property.
Please step away from the door,

or I'll have security
escort you off the premises.

This is bullshit.

Who wants to be part of
this circle jerk anyway?

I'm going in.

They'll see you.

- I'll distract them.
- With what?

It's Patsy!

Wipe that stupid smile off your
face. Do you think this is funny?

You're about to be so fired.

You have no idea who
you're dealing with.

So go and get your supervisor right now.

- Oh, boy. What's she doing here?
- Look at that.

Hey! Hold up, ma'am.

Hey, I'm just here to
have a conversation.

Mr. Ambrose!

- What do you want?
- Just to talk.

About a friend of ours. Dr. Karl Malus.

We need backup.

No, she's with me. It's okay. Leave us.

I'm taking a mulligan
on that putt, by the way.

I don't care what that means.

You must be one of the ones he saved.

It's extraordinary.

You're flawless.

You've been paying all of Karl's
expenses for the last decade.

- I want to know why and where he is.
- Mmm.

See? Without any distractions...

Whatever he did to me,
whoever else he messed with,

I'm not gonna stop until I find out.

You want to know what he did?

Let me show you.

This is my son, Eric.

He was born with severe
craniofacial dysostosis,

a genetic disorder.

He wasn't expected
to live past age five.

I met Karl at university.

He had made some
incredible breakthroughs,

but his techniques were years
away from being approved.

Eric didn't have that kind of time.

So you paid Karl to
experiment on your son?

I would have given
him every penny I had.

Karl risked his entire
career to save my boy.

This is my son now.

Last time I checked, women
still had equal rights.

- On paper at least.
- Ma'am, please lower your voice.

"Ma'am"? What century
do you think this is?

You think you can stop us from having

a drink at your fancy little boys' club?

Appears you've had
plenty to drink already.

I am completely sober.

If you refuse to leave,
I will call the police.

Fine. And I will call the media,

and I will tell them about
your sexist policies...

God, I really... I don't feel well.

Oh, jeez!

- Don't touch me. Don't touch me.
- Fine.

I used to watch her show.

Sad.

A little help?

So, your son, is he gifted?

He's gifted at playing video games

and running up my credit card bill.

But, no, he's not like you.

Too bad, considering you
funded the whole thing.

No, I don't have that kind of money.

Spray tanning and open-toed shoes,
they've killed the hosiery market.

So just all of Karl's personal expenses.

It's the least I can do.

What if I told you that he was using

one of his patients to murder people?

I'd say you don't know
what you're talking about.

Karl's dedicated his
life to saving others.

Now he's burying anything
that could expose him.

I'm guessing, after this
conversation, you could be next

unless you tell me where to find him.

You're wrong. And I won't
do anything to hurt him.

If you're gonna use that
strength on me, do it.

Until then, I'm gonna play through.

Oops.

Thanks for letting me know,
Justis. You're a good friend.

Of course it's not true.

You know me.

She sounds nuts.

I'm sorry she freaked you out.

I'll definitely look into it.

You too, man. Good night.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's over.

You're all right.

I got a call.

Jessica's coming.

I think it's time.

Come on.

I should have taken you to the ER.

Food poisoning. Stupid burrito.

You would tell me if there
was more to it, right?

Jess...

I'm just a mess...

with this Griffin stuff. And...

I just need to sleep. And I
need some Pepto and a bucket.

I'm gonna stick around and
play nurse, so don't puke on me.

Look, I appreciate your concern and

your delicate bedside manner, but...

I just want to cry.

So cry.

You hate criers. And I'd
rather not have an audience.

All right. I'll... I'm
gonna check in on you later.

Don't. I'll be asleep.
Just stay on Karl's trail.

Just stay in bed, okay? And
don't do anything stupid.

It has to be here somewhere.

"Knock, knock." "Come in."
That's how it usually works.

That's my Birkin bag.

You trashy little skank. After
everything that I've done.

I know what this is prescribed for.

That is none of your business.

Actually, it is.

'Cause that's why I'm here, isn't it?

In your fancy-schmancy apartment?

Why you're asking me all
those questions about IGH?

Because you have ALS.

So?

You want to join the Ice Bucket
Challenge? Throw me a fund-raiser?

Get the hell out.

I get it.

I've had to be a fighter, too.

No other way to survive
the shit I've been through.

But you reminded me...

I used to care about people.

- I used to be a nurse.
- I don't need a goddamn nurse.

I need you to get out
of my goddamn apartment.

I wasn't sure what you were after, so

I... I didn't tell
you everything earlier.

About IGH?

There was another patient there.

A boy.

He had powers, too.

Like Jessica's?

He could heal people.

What does that mean?

With his hands.

It didn't work all the time, and...

it made him sick to do it, but...

but after I was attacked,
they brought him to me.

He healed you?

I wouldn't be able to
walk if it wasn't for him.

Hi.

Hey. Sorry you're not feeling well.

I'm okay. Come in.

Oh, um...

It, uh, it fell out of your pocket.

Allergies.

That's why my eyes are so red.

I think I know what
you're going through.

- You do?
- I ran into my ex today.

Oh, yeah?

It was a flashback to
this, like, whole other life

and how we were together and...

- Sounds intense.
- I thought she was it.

I'm still kicking myself
for screwing it up, but...

I realized something today.

Malcolm, would you
just hold that thought?

Yeah.

You were saying?

No, you're sick, and I
was talking your ear off.

I'm just gonna go.

I'm fine.

Really.

Okay. Uh...

I was just saying that we have this

idea of who we're supposed to be, but...

maybe we gotta blow that up just
to find out who we really are.

Uh...

You should get some rest. I'm
gonna, uh... I'm gonna take off.

Malcolm, wait.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Look at me.

Look at me.

I see you.

Sick.

Whatever, dude.

No. I'm, like, not even down with that.

Eric!

- Do I know you?
- I'm friends with your dad.

- You don't look like a friend of my dad's.
- We're golf buddies.

- Hey. What are you doing?
- He'll call you back.

Give me my goddamn phone... Yo!

Get off me!

You want your phone back in one
piece? Then you'll shut up and smile.

Hey, buddy! Look who I
ran into. Small world, huh?

Your son is so handsome.

Just flawless.

Ow! Dad, who is this lady?

Let him go. I'll tell
you whatever you want.

Help me find Karl, and
you'll never see me again.

Either of you.

The line keeps moving.

And I keep stepping over it.

How far is too far?

And will there ever be a way back?

Jessica.

I don't understand.

It's me.

Mom?

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