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Hey, Mom. Are they treating you okay?

Have a seat.

You must be Officer Dale Holiday.

Yes, ma'am. Head of security.

I'll be handling all arrangements
for the inmate while she's here.

The inmate has a name.

- Respectfully, you're free to use it.
- I wanna confer with my client.

- I'll need you to clear the room.
- No can do.

We need weapons on the
inmate at all times.

Oh, come on, this is overkill.

Miss Jones has a constitutional
right to attorney-client privilege.

Her powers nullify that.

- Says who?
- Jessica, please.

This is bullshit. Where's your boss?

She'll tell you the
same thing she told me.

These are special circumstances,
so we're on special protocol.

If you need privacy, I suggest
you keep your voices down.

I'm your attorney,

Jeri Hogarth.

Obviously, you're in a
very difficult position,

but there is an opportunity for
you to improve your situation.

You just need to agree
to certain stipulations.

Excuse me. Which camera?

This is just a trial run,
Trish, so be yourself.

Give us three good minutes
to cut into a sizzle.

- Ron, is that you?
- Yeah, it's me. You're gonna kill it.

Rolling! Rolling!

- Clear the set!
- I'm ready.

I'm trying to get some color into her.

In five, four, three...

It's a great deal. And you
wouldn't have to go to The Raft.

And just so we're clear, The
Raft is completely remote.

No visitors. You'd be in solitary
confinement 23 hours a day.

But if you take the
deal, you can stay here.

Mom...

You'd have all your needs met.

The tranquilizers, the
restraints, your special bed

would all be transferred
here to the prison.

I'm assuming you wear a wig?

I'll add it to the list.

Our biggest get is visitation.

You can have a relationship
with your daughter.

You'd be locked up for life,
but it would be a humane life.

In exchange for a full confession?

You have to tell them
everything you know,

including everything about Karl
and where they can find him.

This is coming from people
far above the DA's office.

They want the man who made you.

If they want the person
responsible for who I am,

they already have her.

I won't give him up.

So you know where he is?

As Americans, we account for
5% of the world's population,

and yet, we make up 20...

almost 25% of the
world's prison population.

It started with our war on drugs.

But instead of getting people
help, we... we locked them up.

- Black people, poor people, women...
- Don't feel tied to your notes.

Just give it to me like you
did when you quit Trish Talk.

- Okay. Maybe if I stand.
- Yeah, sure.

Okay.

The number of women sent to
prison has shot up by almost 800%.

- We have better choices.
- Why?

Why? Because mass, uh...

mass incarceration has become
America's latest addiction...

I'm sorry. Can I get some water, please?

Water? Water, please?

Take a moment.

Okay, here you go.

Thank you.

Is this what you want to talk about?

Or is this what you
think we want to hear?

- Well, it's important to a lot of people.
- What's important to you?

You wanna talk about addiction? Great.

Talk about Trish Walker and addiction.

Well, I don't know
what that has to do...

Your history with drug use has been
tabloid fodder for years. Use it.

We got ten Barbies with
microphones on this network.

- I'm not a damn Barbie.
- Okay. Then show me who you are.

Smack me in the face with your truth.
Okay? What makes you so special?

I think we're back.

Look at me.

I almost put your
face through the floor.

Where's your sense
of self-preservation?

- You're still my mother.
- No, I just have her voice.

Karl is all I've got.

Then you're a goddamn idiot.

The deal goes away tomorrow morning.

But I can try to buy more time
for you to make up your mind.

I already have.

Just get it off me.

Hey. Stick around, will ya?

I got a lead on that
female murder suspect.

She's powered.

No shit.

Padma, I want everyone on this.

Stringers at the 15th,
the DA's office...

- She didn't even consider it.
- Convince her.

How? She'd rather live in
a hole than even look at me.

Get creative. The transfer will
be processed in the morning.

Coming?

- I'm walking.
- All right, talk later.

Trish? Are you okay?

- Is it the killer? You get her?
- Screw that. Where are you?

You're right, I lied. I...
I fell way off the wagon.

But I am painfully, miserably sober now.

I can be there for you if you need help.

I just need to know if
you caught the killer.

Yeah.

I knew it had to be you.

Okay. Listen, I just left ZCN.

Somebody tipped them
off about the arrest.

But to hell with them. They're
not scooping our story. No way.

Just meet me at Alias, okay?

The moral of my shitty story is, if
your dead parent comes back to life,

stick 'em back in the ground.

So that woman was your mother?

Is.

And you kept her here for two
days and didn't tell anyone?

It can't be easy for Jess.
She lost her whole family.

You don't have to defend me.

No, you know what else isn't easy?

Giving a crap about you when
you consistently lie to me.

I wanted to keep you out of it.

I work here, okay? I
pretty much live here.

What do I have to do to prove
to you that I can handle shit?

- Mal, calm down.
- "Mal"?

And you? I mean, why don't
you get honest with her

and tell her about that
shit you've been taking?

I'm so sick of being the only
one who's for real around here.

You slept with him.

We actually have a lot in common.

So, what are you taking?

Simpson's inhaler.

You have no idea what's in that shit.

It could kill you. It
could melt your insides.

Just skip the lecture. I'm drying
out. The thing's empty, okay?

Why even risk it in the first place?

I don't know.

It felt like more of
a risk not to take it.

You single-handedly
almost took down IGH

with a Patsy wig and a cell phone.

How much more of a
badass do you need to be?

You know the answer to that.

I won't do this story.

Not with your mom involved.

You don't deserve the blowback.

What about Karl?

You know, I'm not the best person

for a recovering addict
to be around right now.

Call me later.

Hey.

- I was worried. You just took off...
- About me? Really?

Or about what I would tell Jessica?

I deserve that.

All these months working on my
shit, rebuilding some kind of life.

And then one night with you, and
I'm ready to throw it all away.

I'm sorry. I was strung out.

You didn't make me take that
shit, okay? That was all me.

I mean, I still want you.

Maybe because you're bad for me, but...

Yeah, there it is. So I can't do this.

I'm clean now.

Yeah, but there's a hole in your soul.

Just like there's a hole in mine, and...

So let's not use each other to fill it.

We're still friends, right?

I don't think so.

She's gone.

I know. Uh, I saw them take her away.

- Did Vido?
- No. He was with his abuela.

He didn't see anything.

Good.

You know, the time I spent inside...

it wasn't easy, I'm not gonna lie.

But the first Saturday of
every month, I got to see Vido.

Wasn't perfect, but...
to me, it was everything.

Your mother did some bad things...

but she's your family.

There's gotta be something good in her.

No.

She's just a selfish asshole.

- You're gonna get through this, Jessica.
- No, I won't.

I'm not gonna see my mother the
first Saturday of every goddamn month.

She's going to some Guantanamo hellhole,

and I'm never gonna see her again.

You downstairs?

I'm going out.

Shit.

Come here.

We ran several tests on the residue,

but couldn't identify
all its components,

including an organic
plant-based element.

Which means, of course, we
can't replicate the drug.

Oh, that's not what I was after.

You said you were
interested in reproducing it.

- That's not what I meant.
- I wrote it.

- "Customer interested in reproducing... "
- I misspoke.

We wouldn't have done it,
anyway, given what's in it.

What do you mean?

The few chemicals we could ID

contain toxins too dangerous
for any human being to ingest.

And if someone did?

Possible liver failure, kidney
failure, neurological degeneration,

- maybe immunodeficiency...
- Got it. Thanks.

Is it possible to track
down whoever made this crap?

Maybe some compound
that's only available...

No. Wish there was. I'd
report 'em in a hot second.

But without the active ingredient...

They get away with it.

Thanks.

I need you to delay the transfer.

- You could have called.
- You might be bugged.

That would be highly illegal.

Special protocol, remember?

Tell them that she'll
confess and hand over Karl.

Will I be lying?

I hope not.

- Alisa won't sign if Dr. Malus isn't safe.
- He won't be an issue.

Well, he will be if
he's locked behind bars

or if you're taking
him out of the equation.

Can you get the delay?

Before you do anything, there's
someone I think you should meet.

Inez? Shane?

Jessica Jones, Shane Ryback.

He's another beneficiary
of Dr. Malus's work.

He has the power to heal.

He healed Inez.

Nice to meet you.

Really?

How long were you at the clinic?

Hell if I know.

It was over ten years ago. I
wasn't even conscious half the time.

But you remember healing Inez?

They were doing a lot of tests on me,

making me lay hands on
people who were hurt or sick.

I try to block it out.

But it never seems to go away, does it?

How come you never told me any of this?

I didn't trust you.

Turns out I was right.

That thing that attacked me is your mom?

I hope they lock her up and
melt the key down for bullets.

I wanted you to meet Shane

before you made any
decisions about Dr. Malus.

What he did was unethical,
yes, but also miraculous.

- Are you kidding me?
- Jessica, your mother is alive.

You and Shane have
extraordinary abilities.

With the proper funding and support,

imagine what Dr. Malus'
work could do for the world.

You want to profit from this.

Screw profit.

He healed me.

And if it works, he's
given me a second chance.

And I want other people
to have that same chance...

instead of locking it behind
bars or eliminating it altogether.

I don't know if you're for real.

I don't even know what real is anymore.

But I do know that you are not
getting your hands on Karl. Ever.

Think about it, Jessica.

Delay the transfer. Get me
in a room with my mother. Now.

A vacation?

Yeah, I've never been on one.

And you had recommended
some exotic city.

Montevideo.

Sounds like a place
you could get lost in.

You can do that? Make
travel plans and everything?

I promise.

If you promise to make the confession.

We went on our first beach vacation
when you were 12. Do you remember?

It was so nice to get away
from my life for a while.

Remember where we stayed?

Yeah, that weird hotel where
all the rooms had love themes.

Mmm, the theme was prostitution.

It was a hooker hotel?

It was cheap. It was two
minutes from the water.

You loved it.

You always were a romantic.

Sure.

Valentine's Day, Sweet
Valley High... I'm all in.

You kids... got into a fight

about which room to stay in.

You wanted Honeymoon Heaven.
Phillip wanted Tiki Hideaway.

I chose the Paradise Suite.

I loved it.

Maybe I'll go pay it a visit.

For old times' sake.

She's loyal, your daughter.

It's nice to see.

My old man spent half his life
locked in a place like this.

You surprised?

I used to teach mathematics.

Shit happens.

- Is he still in prison?
- Dead. Diabetes.

He went in whole. They
carried him out in pieces.

Sorry.

I loved him, but he was a shit bird.

Never made a promise he wouldn't break.

I'm nothing like him.

We all tell ourselves that.

Just make sure you stay healthy.

- I'll be back when you finish your lunch.
- Oh, I'm done. I don't eat meat.

Oh.

We didn't know that.

It's fine.

Can't have you go hungry on my watch.

I'm not hungry.

All you got was some steamed
vegetables and a half potato.

That's not enough calories.

If I let you get finicky,

everyone will want to
do the same, won't they?

I'm not everyone.

I know.

You've killed people
with your bare hands.

As long as you're in my care, it's
my job to keep you under control.

Just leave me alone.

I can't. A promise is a promise.

Now, eat your protein.

You eat it.

I warned you. Eat your protein, 46592.

You eat it.

You can leave here whole,
or you can leave in pieces.

But one thing you will
never do is control me.

What are you doing here? Where's Alisa?

The only place that she's
safe now because of you.

Prison.

You're here to turn me in.

I wish.

The only chance my mother has at
some semblance of a normal life

is to give you up.

People pretty high up the food chain

are interested in your
little experiments, so...

they're offering her a deal.

Look, I did everything I could

to keep my work away
from those clowns in DC.

If the wrong people
got their hands on it...

It scares the hell out of me.

Me, too.

That's why I'm getting you out of here.

I'm not cutting out on Alisa.
I... I have to help her.

Here's how you help.

You get on a plane and you go
to a country with no extradition.

Then her confession can't hurt you.

I don't give a crap about that.

Do you give a crap about
her murdering more people?

You know that she will go
apeshit if you get caught.

This is the only way
that she takes the deal.

I married her.

Here. In this room.

She was legally dead, so I'm
guessing that wasn't official.

That didn't matter.
It was the two of us.

She carried me over the threshold.

We stood right there,
and we said our vows.

Alisa and I love each other.

I need you to know that.

Stand against that door.

And take off your glasses.

I'll be back with a new passport.

You pack your bags. You're
going to South America.

And if you ever go near
any kind of science again,

I swear to God, I will hunt
you down and tear your arms off.

How many others are there?

Like me, like my mother, like
Robert Coleman, like Shane?

Shane?

Shane Ryback. The guy who heals people.

I don't have a clue who
you're talking about.

Don't lie to me.

Jessica, I never treated
anybody named Shane.

And I definitely never had a
patient that could heal other people.

Shit.

Move forward, inmate.

Is that your real hair
color, or is it from a bottle?

- Both.
- Mmm. That's what I thought.

I'm surprised they let you
in here with all the security.

The warden owes me one.

I did a segment on her last year.

First female warden
of a New York prison.

Played well.

Bully for you.

I have questions.

I thought you might have
questions for me, too.

Just one.

Shoot.

Why did you come after us?

I'm a journalist.

You're a personality.

I wanted to stop IGH
from hurting people.

Karl was saving lives!

- Ma'am, move away from the inmate.
- I'm okay.

- Ma'am.
- All right, I'm backing up. Just, uh...

Just give us a few more minutes, please.

It won't happen again.

Five more minutes.

Thank you.

You were saying? You
hunted us down, because...

I did it for my sister.

Sister?

Jessica was drinking
more, losing her temper.

She's always had a temper. Just like me.

I checked to see if they
transferred you to The Raft.

They hadn't.

So, clearly, you took a deal.

But Dr. Malus hasn't been caught.

So you haven't given him up yet.

So you want me to tell
you where Karl is...

so you can take the credit and
revive your pathetic little career.

I wanna make sure he
surrenders peacefully.

I'll get his side of
the story out there.

You'd do that?

I wanna help Jessica
put this behind her.

- And if you love your daughter...
- If you loved my daughter...

you'd stop this bullshit quest.

- But you can't stop, can you?
- No.

Because Karl experimented on
her. She never asked for powers.

But she's got them, and you don't.
And you can't stand that, can you?

That's why you wouldn't
let this investigation die.

You are the reason why
I did everything I did!

You did it because you're
a cold-blooded killer.

That's why your own
daughter turned you in.

I should have killed you
when I had the chance!

Run back to Jessica. Tell
her about our little chat!

But she is my daughter, and she
will always choose me over you!

How much longer is this gonna take?

I'm going as fast as I can.

Don't want your friend
caught over a missing detail.

He's not my friend.

- Are you expecting someone?
- No.

Shit.

Hi, you don't know me. I'm Trish
Walker. I'm Jessica's friend.

Trish, hi. Oscar. Nice to meet you.

- You, too.
- What are you doing here?

Uh, Malcolm told me you
guys were a thing, and...

you weren't answering your phone.

His kid's asleep.

Let's talk in the hallway.

What's going on?

I met your mom.

What?

She said she should have killed me.

Right after she blamed
me for her murder rampage.

So what? You went to the prison?

I needed to see what you saw
in her. But, Jess, I don't.

That woman is an animal.

She's been in a coma for five years.

It does something to a person's brain.

She can't help herself.

Bullshit.

She planned those murders.

She killed people to protect a man
who is just as dangerous as she is.

Trish, you have to let it go.

He's getting away with it. Okay?
She's paying, he's not. End of story.

- Not if he does it again.
- He's not going to do it again.

How do you know that?

Oh, my God.

That's why your mom took
the deal. You're helping him.

I am not doing anything to help him.

She's in your head.
She's manipulating you.

You don't know the situation.

- She's not who you think she is.
- She is my mother.

She is mine to deal with.
You do not get a say.

Morning, inmate.

Got those shipped here
especially for you.

I'm gonna kill...

I used to be a bad seed.

Mad at the world for
kicking me in the teeth.

Felt it was only fair to kick it back.

But my grandparents changed all that.

They took me hunting, fishing, taught
me to say, "Yes, sir," "No, sir."

They loved me enough to impose rules.

You're gonna learn my rules, 46592.

But one word from me,

and visitation with
that daughter of yours,

it's over.

Forever.

So...

you gonna eat your protein...

or not?

Hey.

Hey, I think it's done.

- Did it ding?
- No.

It's not done.

Shit.

We've still got 24 hours before
the deal is pulled, right?

I just want this to be over with.

Then what?

What do you mean?

This guy disappears. Uh, your
mother, she takes the deal.

What do you do?

I get back to my life.

What does that look like?

Drinking. Sleeping. Taking
pictures of people cheating.

It's all very glamorous.

Why do you ask?

I'm just trying to figure
out if we're a part of it.

Are you sure you even want to?

It's a lot.

I'm a lot.

- Does that mean it's finally done?
- That's the assembly. It's dry.

I'll get it to you first
thing tomorrow morning.

Morning?

Shit.

I gotta go.

Hey.

Call me when it's done, okay?

Sign in, please.

Yeah, I'll let you know. You got it.

Your mother signed the paperwork.

Great.

I didn't expect a happy dance, but
a little gratitude would be nice.

Whatever your motivation...

I appreciate what you did for my mom.

You're welcome.

I know you don't trust
me. And I understand why.

But after what I've been through...

my intentions were genuine.

You've stared death in the face.
You know how it can change a person.

I'm changed.

And it feels good.

Jeri.

I don't think you are...

changed.

Forgiveness is hard for you. I know.

I mean physically.

You're still...

Shane's a fraud.

I'm sorry?

He was never at IGH, and
they never made a healer.

- But Inez...
- She lied.

She used what she knew
from working at IGH,

and she made the whole thing up.

I felt something when he touched me.

- Because you wanted to feel something.
- I'm not some ignorant trailer park hick.

What he did to me was real.

I've had no symptoms.

In, what, two days?

You can't test for ALS, right?

So you can't confirm the results.

Inez is a nurse. She knew that.

Mmm-mmm. No.

- Let me deal with them.
- No.

- Then you need to go the cops.
- No.

Jeri, you don't deserve this.

- They are scum.
- You're wrong.

Whoever you talked to, whatever
they told you, it's wrong.

Shane is real.

Then just be careful.

We don't know what these
people are capable of.

I'll file Alisa's paperwork
by the end of business.

Tomorrow, she gives her confession.

Keep it still, 46592.

What's up, guys?

Well, those are sci-fi.

Better than being chained
to the table like a dog.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I just couldn't sleep.

You told my best friend that
you should have killed her.

I shouldn't have said that to Trish.
I know how much she means to you.

That's how I managed to
keep my hands off her,

but you have got to keep
her the hell away from Karl.

- On it.
- I can stomach this cage

as long as I know that
both of you are okay.

But if anything happens
to either of you...

I will lose my shit.

You won't have to.

I've been working hard on this new case.

And I think I'm getting
close to solving it.

Just waiting on the
paperwork. It'll be tomorrow.

Thank you.

What happened to your arms?

It's just a rash.

That's a burn.

Is it the cuffs?

- Are they hurting you?
- Leave it alone.

Who did this to you?

I will handle this
when the time is right.

You handling things is what
got you here in the first place.

Jessica, please.

Jess... Jessica.

You stay put.

Don't do anything.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

See you later, fellas.

Where are you?

- I'm right here.
- No, you're not.

I can't stop thinking about Jessica.

Her mom is using her to get to Karl.

You don't know that.

Something's up with her.

No. Something's up with you.

Yeah, I fell off the
wagon, I quit my show,

I bombed an audition for my dream job.

And two weeks ago, I hit
my mother in the face.

Damn.

I haven't felt like myself in...

I don't know how long.

But knowing Karl is out
there, it's killing me, and...

- I don't know. Maybe I'm messed up...
- No. Look, it kills me, too.

See, Mal? That's what
brought us together.

We can't just stand by while
bad shit happens. It's not in us.

Um, Jessica's my boss.
This is her family.

We're her family.

Okay, that woman has
her hooks in so deep,

Jessica can't think straight.

Okay, so she helps Karl. What next?

How far will Jessica go?

So you wanna find him?

I'm going to find him.

One way or another.

And you want my help.

- That's not why I'm here.
- But you want my help.

Only what you're willing to give.

But you are the PI.

Associate.

She's so gonna fire me for this.

She'll be pissed. But she'll realize
we freaking saved her eventually.

There's nothing in her recent searches.

No deleted e-mails.
Let me check her cloud.

Oh, shit.

There are photos taken yesterday.

- I don't believe it.
- Believe it.

Can we find out where these were taken?

Uh, if Jess didn't turn
off her location data.

Got it.

I will let you know as soon
as I find him. I promise.

Like I'm gonna let you do this alone.

Ah...

Oh.

Oh.

Oh...

Oh, God.

Hi, Jackie Charles here.

I'm calling from the New
York Board of Prisons.

You worked with Dale
Holiday, didn't you?

You guys were both guards at...

Great. Then I'm glad I tracked you down.

Well, we are giving a career
achievement award to Dale,

and we'd love to get a few
colorful anecdotes for our tribute.

Yeah. Career achievement award.

Really? When was he fired?

May I ask why? Not for
publication, of course.

I just wanna make sure we're
giving the award to a worthy member.

You mean "prisoner
suicides"? As in plural?

- Will you follow that bus?
- You got it.

How many of these suicides were there?

I flashed Karl's picture
to a couple of maids.

They wouldn't talk.

I guess what happens at the Love
Motel stays at the Love Motel.

We could start knocking on doors, but...

Would give him a chance to run.

Then we wait.

Oh, shit. There he is.

He's looking for someone.

Jessica?

- What're you doing?
- Calling the cops.

- Don't.
- Why not?

He could be gone by
the time they get here.

Okay, so what's your plan?

I'm going in there.

You stay out here and keep
an eye out for Jessica.

- Trish, please, don't be crazy.
- You should leave.

God damn it.

Do you have a jack or
a lug wrench back here?

Why?

Because we're not
going in there unarmed.

I'm sorry.

Being inside someone's house
is like being inside their head.

I can find everything
they're proud of...

and everything that they want to hide.

Now, what are you hiding, Dale?

Dale inherited more than
his grandparents' house.

He also got their love of trophies.

If these were suicides,

they wouldn't be on his wall.

He likes to hunt.

You attacked me. You
attacked me in my home!

Self-defense!