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Marvels.Jessica.Jones. S03E13
"Everything"

I'm supposed to fix this.

Fix everything.

It's my job.

No wonder people just
look the other way.

Let's go! Coming through.

I want to look away, too.

That's all I want.

Tell her that I won't say anything
and that I'm nothing like him.

Ms. Hogarth.

Officer Sanchez is ready
to take your statement.

I know.

Then do something.

Jessica Jones, P.I.

Luke Cage, Hero of Harlem.

Nah.

Just here as a friend.

Nice fashion upgrade.

Uh, new line of work.

I hear you got trouble.

I always have trouble.

Never seen you at my doorstep before.

You've never been in the news so much.

Every day, 50-50 I see your face...

or your friend.

Want a drink?

So...

talk to me.

I can't.

You used to.

Still the same guy under these clothes.

I'd be hurting someone I care about.

Again.

Must be a mighty big love
you got for this somebody, huh?

My somebody was my brother, Willis.

He started with nothing.

But he always found a way to lose more.

He deserved better.

But those lives he ruined...

that was on him.

You sent him to prison.

Worse.

I sent him to the Raft.

Killed me to do it.

But it was the right thing to do.

And you're sure about that?

Enough to show up here
and tell you that it was.

Doesn't mean it won't follow
me around wherever I go.

But he made a decision.

And forced me to make one, too.

The only decision I'm qualified to make
is... bourbon or more bourbon.

Bullshit.

In fact...

if I ever go too far...

I hope that someone
gives enough of a shit about me

to take me down.

Is that a risk these days?

Going too far?

Some would say it's inevitable.

This thing you gotta do...

it's hard.

Real hard.

Wish I could say otherwise.

But I trust you, Jessica Jones.

That's saying something these days.

Hey.

You got shit to do.

Hey. You okay?

I need a ride.

Trish, it's me.

I'm letting myself in.

Are you just sitting here in the dark?

It isn't dark for me.

So, how'd it feel?

Horrible.

-And necessary.
-Necessary?

He was in police custody,
about to be locked up.

-For how long?
-For life.

I'm sorry for what this might mean for us.

I have to change.

We're debuting
our spring-summer collection.

You're going to work?

My cover is more important now than ever.

Why? Because you brutally wiped a man
off the face of the earth?

Look, if you don't like my methods, fine.

But I know there is part of you
that is relieved he's gone.

Not if it was you that did it.

Then who was gonna protect
the people that he could hurt?

You made it perfectly clear
it wasn't gonna be you.

You've forgotten
what it's like to feel afraid.

The rest of us haven't.

I have never been more afraid
than I am right now.

Because I need you to turn yourself in.

What?

You have just gone to unthinkable lengths
to keep me out of jail.

But you were willing to go.

That was before I knew
what I was capable of.

I do now, and I can't do it behind bars.

I used to know who you were.

Who's next?

What if it's someone who's redeemable?

What if it's someone
who's flat-out innocent?

You can't know.
And you can't stop yourself.

I will stop when it's right.

You have no control over it.
I have seen this before.

I know who I am. It's you who can't see.

But I can.

This is bullshit.

It's the truth.

And you know that better than anyone.

Don't, don't. Don't!

Well, I mean...
The guy is a liar and a cheat.

It's probably his own guilt
that gives him headaches.

It's over, Trish.

I guess I have no choice, do I?

Can I...

Can I at least go and clean myself up?

Thank you.

I'm just gonna...

...self-medicate.

You don't understand yet.

But if you stay out of my way,
you'll see...

I'll show you...

Prove to you... Shit.

Police are asking the public
for information

leading to the identity
of the masked killer.

She's been linked to the deaths
of three men whom she deemed criminals.

-The question is, who's next?

I'm sorry. I, uh...
was gonna call you about Demetri.

Are you all right? I saw the news.

You're not here about the lawsuit?

You said Demetri would back down, so...

Oh, my God, you're shaking.
You must have been terrified.

Whoa!

-I got it.
-It's fine.

I got it.

-You're upset.
-I'm fine.

You can barely stand upright, Jeri.
This is too much. You're...

Dying.

I am terrified, yes.
But I'm shaking, uh, because I have ALS.

And I found you again...

because I'm going to die.

How long do you have?

It's progressing slowly.

My hands, they're not, um, mine anymore.

And eventually my entire body
will become a prison.

It was selfish of me to seek you out.

I can see that now. I'm...
I am genuinely sorry.

-I've already, um...
-Been through this. I know.

-Let me--
-I don't want anything from you.

But you've helped me so much.
You know, the financials, the lawsuit...

-Let me just take care of this.

Hello.

You and I have a secret.
I'd like it to stay that way.

It will.

That favor you asked of me...

You know, forget about it.
I'm gonna... go another way.

You said Demetri Patseras
was a bad person. How bad?

I just... I just wanted
proof of tax evasion.

-But he's done worse?
- Demetri?

I can make it right.

It's the only reason I'm here.

When you protect a bad person,
that makes you a bad person.

The kind I'm trying to stop.

Is he dropping the suit?

Answer the question, Jeri.
How bad is Demetri Patseras?

He's a monster.

Trish has to be stopped.

I'm going after her.

Good.

Have you tried tracking
her cell phone, her car GPS?

Credit card statement
would be too easy.

She emptied a bank account.
Cash withdrawal.

-Have you ID'd her to the cops yet?
-No.

They could help if they
know who she is.

Then the public knows,
and out come the pitchforks.

They'll chase her out of town.

And we need her here
where we can catch her.

What makes you think
she hasn't already left town?

Because she still has
to prove me wrong.

'Cause if I'm right...

that means she's become the exact thing
that she hates the most.

Please!

No!

Say it.

Say it! Admit it!

I admit it. I cheated taxes.

What else, Demetri?

I... I hit my wife. But I got help.

- Daddy!
-Stay back, Nora!

You were supposed to be alone.

I called 911.

Don't hurt her.
Please, don't hurt my daughter.

I w... I wouldn't. I...

I wouldn't.

Demetri Patseras, a wealthy
financier, is in critical condition

after suffering a brutal attack
in his Upper East Side home.

Patseras' 12-year-old daughter
witnessed the attack,

and has identified the attacker
as the masked vigilante...

Jesus, Trish.

...a recent wave of killings.

I hope he was goddamn evil.

There's a good chance of it.

Do you know him?

I know somebody who does.

You sent her to kill him.

-Back away.
-Oh, I'm the least of your worries.

She's fine. You can leave.

You think they'll protect you from her?

Why are you here?

Demetri Patseras. You gave him to her.

-I didn't ask her to hurt him.
-But you knew she would.

She needed a new target.
Better Patseras than me.

I've seen what she's capable of,
up close and personal.

Your clients are exactly
the kind of people Trish is after.

-You're her supplier now.
-No.

You think you'll have a choice?

Okay, so you're... you're here for what?

To rub my nose
in the shit that is my life?

Have at it.

-I need you to help me bring her in.
-How?

Every trap needs bait.

Oh, you think because I'm dying anyway
that I would put myself in harm's way?

I thought because you're dying anyway

that you'd want to atone
for the shit that is your life.

I ordered Thai.

Works for me.

Hmm.

Oh, I gotta pee.

If it comes, my treat.

- Yes.
-Coming.

Uh, Zaya.

Sorry. I just came
to get the rest of my things.

I left you messages.

-I... I was gonna return your calls.
-Were you?

I don't know.

Here.

I came for more than
just underwear and an old toothbrush.

Unless a little closure
is too much to hope for.

You should go.

Yeah, sure.

I love you.

But I sabotaged it.

Why?

I don't know.

I sure as shit gotta figure it out.

Gotta figure a lot of things out.

With me?

Did they bring chili sauce?
I like to drown my damn noodles in it.

Shit. Hey.

It's just an arrangement, um...

He's a good guy.

You fooled another one.

- That'll be $3.50.
-Keep the change.

Now we go live
for some breaking news.

Ms. Hogarth!

Ms. Hogarth, sources tell us
you can identify the masked vigilante.

Anybody claim
the quarter million?

You still championing
your deceased client?

Know who killed Gregory Sallinger?

Thanks to the first-rate team
at Hogarth & Associates,

yes, we have discovered her identity.

This is not the appropriate forum
to release her name.

Now, this woman, however,

she is far too dangerous
to leave out on the streets.

I expect an arrest will be imminent.

There you have it,
folks. We'll keep you informed as...

Shit.

Hey. This isn't a good time.

Demetri Patseras is in the hospital
in critical condition.

-Yeah, I... I heard.
-Did you send her? That woman?

Okay, okay.

-Can we talk about this another time?
-His lawyer called

-and said he's dropping the lawsuit.
-Kith--

No, and I should be horrified,
afraid, angry...

But it's over, and all I feel... is free.

- You're welcome.
- Oh, my God!

All right. Okay, okay.

We had an understanding.

I don't give a shit what you do
or who you kill...

but, please, just stay away from us.

You've unleashed a lot of evil
in this world.

No!

That escape out your bathroom window was
a freebie. Try it again and you'll pay.

I am not your problem anymore.

You will always be my problem.

Make the call.

You're not fast enough.
And you can't beat me.

Not in the light.

This is it, Trish.

I need to report a break-in.

The masked vigilante is in my house.

No!

-What are you doing?
-I'm getting out of here.

Don't. I will do anything that you ask.

-Please.
-Trish, look at yourself. This isn't you.

I don't want to hurt her,
but I will if I have to.

You already are.

So just let her go, and you and I
can talk or fight or whatever.

-Let her go!

-Drop the gun.
- I won't let her hurt you.

No, you're just gonna shoot her yourself.
Or are you a goddamn marksman now?

Back off.

You're right.

I represent all sorts of criminals.

Some who are in a hurry
to leave the country.

Who do you think they turn to?

No, she's not going anywhere.

You heard her.

She's not gonna stop
till she takes you in.

New York isn't safe for you anymore.

Leave her, take me,
and I will get you out.

Take me! Go!

No, no, I understand the risks.

Okay, I will meet you at your price

if and only if you can get it to me
within 24 hours.

Call here when it's ready.

He'll expedite the passport.

I'll take you across the border to Canada.
Then you're on your own.

He'll need a photo of the new me.

Extra protection.

You don't seem to need it.

Your powers are impressive.

It doesn't matter
how powerful I am.

I'll never forget
what it's like to be helpless.

I know the feeling.

Are you gonna kill me?

I don't want to kill anyone.

Well, I don't want to die.

Yet you gave your life for someone else's.

That's unexpected coming from you.

I love her.

I want more for her than I do for myself.

Congratulations.

Jessica feels that way for you.

She wants her sister back.

Well, so do I.

But she doesn't understand what I'm doing,
because she can't do it.

-She can't make the ultimate sacrifice.
-Which is?

Everything.

They're probably calling for that photo.

The masked vigilante
has killed three people. Bad people.

Maybe you're glad they're gone.
Maybe you're even rooting for her.

But that's not heroic, it's murder.

She won't go down without a fight,
but she needs to go down.

So I'm asking you to help me find her.

Her name is Trish Walker.

No. Shit!

-You may know her as Patsy.
-She can't do this.

She's on the run.

She's holding her attorney,
Jeryn Hogarth, hostage.

She's dangerous.
Do not approach her.

Don't try to be a hero. It's a shitty job.

- Fourteen, 10-10 call.
- Copy that.

Suspect residence is vacant.

Repeat, the Walker residence
is uninhabited.

Jesus.
We're getting a shitload of traffic.

You've gone viral.

That was the objective.

I'm gonna have to do this one straight.

- Is that even safe?

You'll find her, but you gotta fight her.

And one of us will win.

What can I do to help?

Hop on social media and search
through the "Find Patsy" hashtags.

We are beyond passports

and anything resembling
legitimate transport.

Jessica made sure of that.

I've never done business with this man.

None of my clients
have ever been that desperate.

-You trying to scare me?
-No, I just...

I like being sure
of the people that I deal with.

Do you trust his greed?

Because he only gets paid
if I get there safely, right?

I could negotiate
the terms of your surrender.

No.

This option is extreme.

So is the alternative.

-Jeryn Hogarth. You must be--
- This the client?

You didn't mention it was Trish Walker.

Well, you get paid either way.

I understand
you're a government contractor.

I supply the armed forces.

It gives me some flexibility
with security restrictions.

Where will you be taking me?

We'll layover in Thailand.
From there you can go wherever you want.

You don't need the wig.
I trust these guys.

You ship coffins.

To war zones. It's a living.

Seventeen hours to Phuket.

But we have something that'll
put you right out, nice and easy.

No drugs.

What, she... She's gonna stay
in that box for the entire flight?

Not all of the flight crew
know about my side project.

But this... is specially modified,
oxygen enabled.

Haven't lost anyone yet.
We take off in two hours.

You still in?

"I haven't seen Trish,
but you should comb your hair."

"Found a moth on a sweater
I bought from her."

"Found her," with a picture
of a Patsy drag queen.

-What is in this drink?
-Hold on. This is something.

Long-haul trucker said
he spotted Trish in a silver Lexus.

Hogarth's car. Where?

East on the Southern Parkway
near Farmingdale.

-There's a... an old airport out there.
-Yep, got it.

Mostly cargo. Let's go.

Keep tracking the online traffic
in case we're wrong.

- Hey, I'll drive you.
-No. This is between me and Trish.

Jess...

I need to be alone with her.

- What?
-Jessica, she's at SAC Imports.

-Where is she?
- You're here.

-Cargo bay.
- Where?

Down there.

Get out of here.

-This is a private facility.
- Where's Trish Walker?

I've got no idea
what you're talking about.

-Where is she?
-In the coffins.

Which one?

Shit.

Why can't you just let me go?

Sallinger, Nussbaumer, Montero...

They won't hurt anyone else.

No, but you will.

What's your plan here?

Who else are you gonna kill?

Am I next?

Go ahead, Trish.

Prove me right.

I thought this was because
of what Sallinger did to you.

Or maybe it was a side effect
of your powers.

But it has been there all along.

I saw it when you shot my mother.

-And I can see it now.
-You're wrong.

It's Dorothy who beat
the self-righteous resolve into you.

You think you're avenging her.

You've become her.

God damn it, stop!

Shit!

You were right about one thing.

I don't have what it takes.

Maybe you do.

They pulled jurisdiction,
so I'll be handing you off to them.

Due process doesn't seem to apply
to enhanced peoples.

We've been told to close
all cases related to you.

Please acknowledge that you understand
the list of charges against you,

for the record.

"Two counts of murder in the first degree.

One count of murder in the second degree.

Multiple counts of aggravated assault,

kidnapping, breaking and entering,
trespassing.

And one count of attempted murder...

against your own sister."

Ms. Walker, do you understand?

Ms. Walker? Ms. Walker,
do you understand?

I'm the bad guy.

-I'm glad you're okay.
-I am now.

I wanted to say thank you, Jeri.

And I want
to make love to you.

-What?
-Don't, please.

You sacrificed yourself for me,
and I'm so grateful.

I did that because I love you.

I came to say thank you...

and to say goodbye.

What? You don't believe me?

After what I did?

-I believe you, but--
-"But," what?

For God's sake, what?

You did what you did

because we were both in a dangerous,
insane situation that you created.

I mean, you weren't supposed to be here.
You just showed up.

It wasn't the only sign.

It was just the most... glaring
depiction of who you are.

Well...

that's behind us now. Hmm?

It's behind me, Jeri.

I'm leaving it and... you behind.

You can't.

I need you.

I need you.

I know, you don't want to die alone.

But you're going to.

Kith.

You're the last mistake I will ever make.

I come bearing first aid supplies
and kung pao chicken.

Which one do you want
me to put on your leg?

I also got you...

Yeah, I saw it.

You earned it.

Yeah, I did.

I think it's cool, having never
been mistaken for one myself.

Maybe you will someday.

Nah. Thanks.

It would be nice to help, though.

I mean, it wouldn't suck,
working and being...

Working together.

You're a good man.

I know that.

But I don't trust you.

And coming from you, from... a hero...

that means only one thing.

I gotta do something about that.

Hey.

Don't screw it up.

On the house.

Why?

You look like someone shit in your bed.

Erik Gelden?

We have a mutual friend.

She wanted us to meet.

I'm Detective Costa.

Jessica thought we could
help each other.

She did, did she?

Red sweater, on his phone.

What'd he do?

I don't know, but it's bad.

Hey.

Glad to meet you.

Yeah, likewise.

Some things...

you look at...

and you think...

"Disaster."

You search for exits...

escapes.

Other things, you think...

"Maybe I can fix this."

You might ask yourself...

"What's it gonna take
to make it feel right?"

The answer is... "Too much."

It'll take too much.

Where to?

The closest you can get to Mexico.

That'd be El Paso, Texas.

One way.

Here you go.

Jessica...

You're right to give in. Give up.

It's someone else's job now.

El Paso, right?

Hey, don't you want your ticket?

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