Let me down.
-Um, Robyn says you're too loud.
It's nice to grub out with a girl who likes to eat.
Well, we had quite a workout.
I've never done it with someone else who has, you know...
Gifts?
Yes, well, you are very gifted.
Likewise.
So just how unbreakable are you?
On a scale of "I don't know" to...
"I'd rather not find out"?
So if I were to bite your finger
with all of my considerable strength...
Depends on how considerable.
So don't go getting any ideas about my extremities.
So what else you do?
-Can you punch through a wall?
Can you stop a moving car?
A slow-moving car.
Can you fly?
It's more like jumping
and then falling.
Okay, there's you, me...
the big green dude and his crew.
You think there's more of our kind out there?
What?
Nothing.
-Can I have a coffee? -You got it.
You know somebody else like us?
No. Not like us.
Well, you're the first I've met.
Were you born this way?
Nope. Accident.
You?
Experiment.
Does anyone else know about your abilities?
Couple. I'm not hiding, but I'm not advertising.
People find out, they either come at you with a noose or their hands out.
I got no use for either.
So what, you just don't use it?
I protect myself and what's mine.
But that's it.
Being a hero just puts a target on your back.
Yeah, been there, done that.
The hero gig?
I gave it a shot once.
Tell me there was a costume and you still got it.
It didn't work out.
You still get points for doing good.
Not near enough to cancel out the bad.
The way I see it, most people got both going on.
Just depends on which part wins that day.
More?
Nah. I'm full.
I wasn't talking about the food.
Don't suppose you have an extra toothbrush?
No.
She died.
Bus crash.
I'm sorry.
I gotta go. I got work.
Thanks for calling New York's number one talk radio.
-Next caller... -I mean, let's get real.
Are we just supposed to just let that Shlottman girl
run around the city shooting anybody she wants?
Give me a break!
Westchester, you're on.
Ever since those guys quote, "saved the city,"
people have been making up stories about more super folk out there.
Now some kid is pinning her murder on one?
I'll take the bourbon. Cheapest one you got.
Have you ever heard of a more made-up name than Kilgrave?
-I mean, come on. Give me a break.
Raises a good point.
What, you trying to drive customers away with that shit?
You don't want to buy here, don't buy here.
...run around the city,
creating all this nonsense for the rest of us to deal with?
Look, bottom line, the girl's a murderer, she needs to pay.
It's not the first time we've seen a vicious killer
lay the blame for their actions on someone else.
Remember, Son of Sam said he was taking orders from his neighbor's dog.
We laughed at him, through our tears, and we should laugh at Hope Shlottman.
She claims to have been controlled by someone else.
But she's just another weak and damaged person
hiding behind the timeless excuse that "the devil made me do it."
But what if the devil actually did make you do it?
Even if you could prove it, would people ever forgive what you did?
Could you ever forgive yourself?
Fifty-third!
Jessica, you can't just barge in here.
Hope Shlottman is getting crucified in the media
and you need to get out there and defend her.
Well, until I have irrefutable proof that she's not a lunatic,
I will not get involved with the public debate.
You would if you had any balls.
If you would like to display some courage, let's talk about your testimony.
My testimony?
About you being another one of Kilgrave's victims.
-Hope. She told you. -Mmm-hmm.
You like having something on me, don't you?
I like winning cases and your story will help me.
My story will put me in the same position as Hope.
Incarcerated?
Kilgrave leaves a trail of broken people behind him.
Get some of them to testify.
You get them, I will use them.
I am busy trying to bring Kilgrave in.
Change public perception and victims will come forward.
If I go public, I undercut my credibility,
which will hurt any argument I bring to trial.
Oh, so you're a cheat and a coward.
Careful, Jessica, because I am the only other person
who is trying to save Hope's life.
Your compassion is overwhelming.
I'm such an asshole.
-Hey, are you busy?
Trish Talk is a lifestyle show.
Being in prison is a lifestyle.
I can't just go on the radio and say, "Mind control is real."
But people trust you.
Yeah, that's because I back up my claims.
You know it's true.
I'll think about it.
And in the meantime, you're hiding from Kilgrave, right?
No.
If he was coming after me, he would've done it by now.
I think with me, he's more into torture and long-term suffering.
-I'll catch you later. -I knew it.
You said "Let's do lunch." You hate that saying.
Because it's stupid. You eat lunch.
It sounds better than, "Let's do Jessica another favor."
Look, it's not that, all right? I just...
I really need to get some drugs.
Uh, graduating from alcoholism?
They're for Kilgrave.
Surgical anesthesia knocks out his powers.
Okay, that is huge.
How do we get some?
I mean, it doesn't sound like something your average drug dealer would have.
Sufentanil is only available in hospitals,
so unless you know any morally compromised doctors...
All the doctors I know save small villages.
Figured.
I got it handled.
You mean you're gonna steal it.
I prefer "redistribute it."
Come on, Jess, you're better than that.
-Jesus. -What?
-Jesus Christ, Trish! -Oh!
It's nothing.
Who's doing that to you?
Is your mom back?
Just calm down, will you?
Okay, is this why you have
the video surveillance and the steel-reinforced door?
And bulletproof windows, a safe room. I made some upgrades.
You-- What you made is a fortress.
Trish, what are you afraid of?
Not much, anymore. Except clowns. But that's just common sense.
You turned my room into a gym.
I needed a place to train.
By "training," you mean getting beaten purple.
No one touches me anymore unless I want them to.
I let you fight my battles for too long. When you left--
You became a ninja?
Krav Maga. More brutal.
Well, can you back off? You're scaring me a little.
I'll make sandwiches.
Thanks.
What are you doing here?
I need a doctor.
A somewhat flexible doctor.
-Uh-huh. Did Jeri send you? -No.
I want Sufentanil.
Actually, I need it. Badly.
And I'll do anything for you to get it.
Anything.
Surgical anesthesia?
Um, do I look like the kind of doctor who would feed an addict's drug habit?
I hoped. Figured I would ask, maybe get lucky.
Get out.
I know what's going on.
One of New York's sharkiest lawyers is divorcing you.
Do you think you're gonna get a penny out of Hogarth?
You could use someone in your corner.
You're making a lot of assumptions.
What assumptions? That she's a lawyer?
A shark? That she's divorcing you.
Storms blow over.
Lot of wind, lot of rain.
Jeri's smarter than this.
You don't throw away the life we built together.
She'll see that, eventually.
Maybe if you do me this favor, she'll be reminded of your good heart.
I have actual patients waiting for me.
You need to go.
Look, there is someone out there doing a lot of harm to a lot of people
and as crazy as it sounds,
Sufentanil is my only chance at stopping him.
I don't have access to surgical anesthesia,
so here is a prescription for an anti-psychotic.
It's for you.
Just in case.
Knocking out one clerk to catch Kilgrave?
Worth it.
Knocking out two people?
Still the right call.
Three people...
or four, depending on when she's due?
-Oh.
-Hey! -I'm sorry, man. I--
-Hey, Requiem for a Dream...
...watch where the hell you're going!
Look, I'm sorry, I didn't-- I didn't see you.
-No, no, no. Come back here.
You know what? I'm on this bike every day because I care about the planet.
And you're too busy self-medicating to even turn your moronic head.
-Hey!
We get it, you're a real gift to humanity.
Pilates.
Get back to saving the planet.
You're a good person, Jessica Jones.
You're high.
This the door you want fixed?
You called for an estimate.
You're early.
We're three hours late.
Uh, this is a very broken door.
Thank you for the diagnosis. What's it gonna cost me?
You got the decimal in the wrong place.
My father says, "This is our business,
not a charity for women with broken doors."
-Just fix the goddamn door. I'll cover it.
-We start tomorrow. -Well, be on time.
Trish?
The interview is set for tomorrow. You wanna be here?
-You found a brainwashing expert? -Better.
And I gotta say, Jeri is a force of nature.
She is the one that made it happen.
Jeri... Hogarth?
We're doing a live remote with Hope from the prison.
No.
Jess, you asked me to defend her.
Yeah, not to drag her out in public with her guts hanging out.
Hey, it's me. I'm on her side. I'll go easy.
Trish, he'll be listening.
-He wouldn't miss it. -Probably not.
He'll be listening to her and thinking about me.
He's already thinking about you.
Thank you.
Hope wants to fight back and I want to help her.
Okay?
Jess, okay?
-Hey. -Hey.
Sorry that I took off the other night.
Hard to know when to bring up a dead wife.
Do you know any drug dealers?
I own a bar in Hell's Kitchen. What do you think?
I need a drug.
Any drug?
You're gonna have to be more specific than that.
It's called Sufentanil. It's...
used to knock people out for surgery.
Can't help you there.
Is that really why you came here at this hour?
Well, I figured, NSA and all,
you wouldn't want to talk about this over the phone.
I appreciate that.
Sweet Christmas.
Yeah.
I think.
Just say it, woman.
Say what?
Whatever it is you've not been saying since I met you.
I haven't... not said anything.
Is it a racial thing?
I'm kidding.
-Is it?
Maybe it's about this thing...
that we have.
These abilities.
What if there was someone else out there...
but his ability was to make people do whatever he wanted?
You mean like mind control?
Or exactly mind control.
Is this about your case the cops grilled me about?
The girl who shot her folks in your building,
claims some guy made her do it?
Maybe she's telling the truth.
Maybe she's nuts.
You go into a bar any night of the week,
you'll find some crazies arguing with the voices in their heads.
What if I believed her?
Would that change your mind?
I'd believe that you believed it.
Says the man with unbreakable skin.
You can see my skin.
You can touch it.
But you got no idea what my mind is thinking.
I think I do.
Okay, then.
I got no idea what you're thinking.
I think you do.
It was my mother's birthday.
He made me call her
because she'd have known something was wrong if I didn't.
And I wanted to tell her that I was in trouble
and that he was holding me prisoner.
And making me do things that I've never done,
that I never would do.
I wanted to tell her and my dad to come and get me.
But you didn't.
The words were in my head, but way in the back, like this tiny echo.
What was happening? Can you describe it?
All I could feel was this need.
He said, "Wish her a happy birthday,"
and that was suddenly the only thing that I wanted to say.
That was the last time I spoke to her
before she and my dad came to find me,
to rescue me.
And the whole time you were with Kilgrave, you were aware you were being controlled.
Not at first, but then I'd get these glimpses of myself.
And I'd try to hold onto them...
but I wasn't strong enough.
But when he told me...
to do that to my parents...
I fought so hard.
But I couldn't...
Hope, did you love your parents?
Yes, so much.
Did you want to shoot them?
No!
Then why did you do it?
Because Kilgrave wanted me to.
Because he made me.
As you can see, Trish, my client's delusion is quite fully formed.
Wait, you're dismissing the possibility that Hope is telling the truth?
That she was telepathically compelled to kill her own parents?
It's unprecedented, to say the least.
As was the city being attacked by aliens, but it happened.
Buildings were destroyed, people were killed.
Perhaps what happened to Hope has happened before.
Well, certainly, if there are other people
who feel they have been controlled by this Kilgrave character,
they are more than welcome to contact my office,
but it is more likely that my client experienced a psychotic break.
Uh, Hope has no history of mental illness, has shown no evidence since--
Trish, sounds like you believe this Kilgrave is real.
I believe it's naive to assume he isn't.
So yes, I think he's out there,
this sick, perverted man...
No, Trish! Trish, shut up.
He is preying on the hopeless so he can feel powerful,
probably terrified of his own weakness, which suggests impotence.
You need to cut her mic right now.
-We're in the middle of a broadcast. -Cut it!
Probably suggests some serious Oedipal issues--
-What the hell are you doing? -Trish! He's listening, hearing you--
-He'll hear the truth. -He doesn't want the truth!
We've got a few calls coming in. Let's start with Susan in Vinegar Hill.
-Hey, Trish! Thanks for having--
-Trish. You're gonna piss him off, Trish.
-Good. -No, not good.
So he gets to run around, destroying lives, destroying your life,
and I have to just sit here and shut up?
Yes! Until I neutralize him.
Next caller.
First-time caller, long-time listener.
Trish, I want to applaud your courage.
You've always been a hero to the downtrodden.
Self-preservation be damned.
It's admirable.
But my question is, if there really is a man with the abilities you've described,
someone who could make anyone, anywhere, do whatever he wanted them to do...
seems to me that insulting him would be wildly dangerous.
Or, let's just say it, stupid in the extreme.
Everyone has feelings, even, um, how did you put it?
-Sadistic, corrosive men. -No!
No!
Are you worried he might, I don't know, make you kill yourself?
Or worse?
I'll take my answer off the air.
I had to defend Hope. Hogarth was throwing her under a bus.
Hogarth set you up to defend the crazy-ass notion of mind control.
So she wouldn't have to.
God, that is so... smart.
And evil, of course.
You insulted him, Trish.
You put yourself in Kilgrave's crosshairs.
He could be sending some poor asshole to kill you right now.
It's a good thing you built a fortress.
Just stay close to me.
-Where's your car? -Patsy Walker?
-Oh, my God.
-He grabbed me. -Oh, shit.
He's a fan?
-Autograph? -You're a fan. Oh, I'm--
Oh, my God, I'm so, so sorry.
-I miss your red hair. -Sorry, I...
Okay, come on, we have to go. Come on, we have to go.
I gotta go, I'm sorry!
Wow, Jess, I think I really hurt that guy.
I hate feeling this way, I don't know how you handle it.
It's called whiskey.
Here, I put an app on this. It tells me where you are.
Keep it on you, don't leave. Set your alarm.
Where are you going?
-To get some goddamn drugs.
-Check again.
It's Dr. Kurata.
David Kurata with a "K," yeah.
He... He teaches in the biology department.
Or chemistry. I don't know.
Is bio-chemistry a thing?
I don't know which one, it's science.
Just check them all, it's important. Yeah, I'll hold.
What?
-Shit.
Wait, when did he quit?
Did he leave a forwarding address?
2112...
Parliament Street.
New Delhi.
India?
I guess when the man runs, he runs.
Okay.
Right foot, then left foot.
You have to use your knees.
That's it.
Oh, hey, Jessica.
Uh, he's heavier than he looks.
And he keeps listing to the right.
He came into our apartment by mistake.
Guess I forgot to lock the door after I took out the trash.
The elevator went too high.
You're too high.
Mmm. Hey, am I bleeding?
You're fine.
Robyn was asleep.
I was in the other room with my beetle collection
and I heard the door
and then there he was.
-Eating our peanut butter.
Robyn was so scared.
She thought he was a rapist or something, till I turned the light on.
It's broad daylight.
We have foil over the windows.
Why? No. I don't want to know.
She hit me with a little man.
-It was a trophy.
Of a little man.
It was a little woman, actually.
Bowling trophy. She bowls like a dream.
-Am I bleeding now? -No, you're still fine.
I mean, I guess he is kinda scary, if you just wake up
and you don't know him and maybe you're a bit racist.
Go. Lie down.
-Keys!
-They say everyone is a little...
Everyone's a little what?
Everyone's a little racist.
Like, if you see someone like Malcolm, you make a snap judgment, you know?
It's something to overcome.
Hmm, this hospital smells.
But why are we in a hospital? I mean...
I mean, I feel... I feel pretty all right. You know? I feel...
Look, I appreciate the concern, I do.
It's all so-- It's nice.
I don't really need to be--
-Sorry about this. -What?
Oh, my God, somebody help! Somebody help!
What happened?
He just lunged at her!
All right. Keep still. Don't move.
We need someone over here, please. Give me a hand?
Shit.
Yes?
I'm looking for Ms. Patricia Walker?
This is she. How can I help you?
I need to ask you some questions
about an alleged assault that happened outside station WNEX.
Damn it.
Ask away, Officer...
Simpson.
Uh, ma'am, can you open the door?
You know, I'd prefer to talk with you in person.
I'm sorry, uh, can I see some identification, please?
Mmm-hmm.
That's you, all right.
You know, the guy that was assaulted ended up in the hospital.
He says that you attacked him.
Maybe I should call my lawyer first.
Ma'am, I know who you are.
And you should know that if I have to come back here with an arrest warrant,
then the chances are this whole business ends up on the news.
Which I'm sure that you're used to,
but it wouldn't be my first choice.
Suit yourself.
Hold on.
I'm sorry, Officer--
You don't want to do this.
-Yes, I do. -No!
No! No!
No!
Get off her!
Trish, talk to me.
-It'll be all right.
I have to kill her.
Not gonna happen.
I have to!
-He's waiting for me! -Where?
I can't tell you.
-Trish, Trish.
Trish.
You killed her!
Trish.
Trish. Trish.
Okay. You're gonna feel better in a few hours.
I'm sorry.
You son of a bitch!
You son of a bitch.
-I don't wanna shoot you.
-He said it's not your time.
Fifteen Sergeant Two. 1098 Central.
Fifteen Sergeant Two, what's your status?
En route to the Fifteenth central. ETA 30 minutes.
Just finishing up a call.
Ten-four.
Ten-two, and see the desk officer when you can,
holding several jobs.
-He's waiting for you.
Trish Walker is dead.
Is Jessica aware of Patsy's death?
She saw everything.
Was she upset? Very.
Well, a lot of people will be. Patsy was such an icon.
Personally, I always thought her television show was shite.
Honestly, Patsy was a...
grating teenage do-gooder.
So sanctimonious.
Why Jessica was so attached to her, I'll never understand.
Here's your lunch, sir.
Don't just kick it all the time, you ginger twat!
Oh, you're done here. Leave.
I see you, asshole.
Not that way, Officer.
That way.
No, no, no!
What? That was a spear tackle! He should have a red for that!
Jessica!
Take care of her.
Leave her be. Let's go.
Get back here, Jessica!
Now, Jessica!
Shit.
You can't follow him.
-Shit!
Look, I don't want to hurt you. That prick is making you do this.
-Go to sleep.
Go to sleep.
I know the drill. I'm not gonna follow him.
I just want to know where he is.
I'm not the enemy!
-You can't follow him!
I'm sorry about this.
God, I hope this is only a three-person family.
-Hey! You're alive, get off me.
What happened? Why did I...
-You jumped off the roof.
I caught you, okay? You did what he said. It's over.
I did? I remember I was about to leap off, and then you...
-You caught me? -I fell with you.
You grabbed me?
We both survived. That's all that matters.
Hey, did you take these?
No.
Did Kilgrave? Did that family up there?
I don't know.
Shit.
Go home. Bandage yourself up. Forget this ever happened.
No. No, no, no. Just tell me what the hell happened.
Okay, why did I try to kill myself?
Or why did I try and kill--
Oh, my God.
I killed...
No. No, you didn't.
-I killed her. -You're confused.
No one died, nothing happened. Okay?
Just go home.
Rough night?
-I did something. -Looks like it.
I can't come in.
Ever.
This isn't right.
Feels right to me.
I have business.
Unfinished.
And you've been through too much for me to...
Can't handle a dead wife, huh?
Do what you gotta do.