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[theme music playing]

-[EKG beeping]
-[IV dripping]

[Jessica] Chasing your dreams
can be deadly.

Especially when a creep
with a science hard-on

promises to make them real.

Is she in pain?

[doctor] She's heavily sedated.

The spasms are a symptom of surges
of electrical activity in her brain.

Frankly, we're still trying to understand
what happened to her.

An asshole happened to her.

[doctor] I've heard about guys like that.

Back alley doctors preying on people
who want powers. It's sickening.

So this has happened to other people?

A few that we know of.

Other than what you told us,

we don't really know
what's happening to her.

[Dorothy] How long will she be like this?

[doctor] We don't know
when she'll come out of it.

If she'll come out of it.

We just have to be patient for now.

[Dorothy sighing] Oh, God.

[Jessica] Go ahead. Say it.

I'm the reason
that she's obsessed with powers.

Jessie...

Getting involved with my shit
was bound to get her killed.

I don't blame you.

You have for 17 years. Why stop now?

Because my daughter could die.

Gives me perspective.

Patsy always wanted to be extraordinary.

You just showed her
what that might look like.

I should've seen this coming.

When Pats wants something...
[sighs] she's pretty unstoppable.

And blaming ourselves now is pointless.

If, God forbid, we should lose her,

you and I are the only family
we have left.

[cell phone vibrating]

I gotta take this.

Costa, what is it?

[Costa] Something's happened.
We need to talk.

[truck beeping]

[thudding]

Hey, is somebody in there?

[grunts]

Please don't hurt me.

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

Yo. What are you, a fan?
I got one in the truck with no rips in it.

No.

[Jessica] She isn't running.
There isn't anywhere else to run to.

-Your childhood home?
-She hated it there.

-An old friend she might reach out to?
-[sighs] There was no one.

She always ended up pissing off all
of her friends.

[Costa] Family? A relative somewhere?

-Karl was her family.
-And you.

Okay, Karl's gone.
Where would she go if she was upset?

-I don't know.
-You're stalling us.

I'm trying to help you bring her in.

She should've gone to The Raft.
Whoever she hurts next, that's on you.

Sunday, give her some space.

I'm not protecting her.

But you know her. Better than anyone.

No, I don't.

But Karl does.

[Costa] You wanna share
with the class?

It's Karl's journal or blog or whatever.

Otherwise known as evidence.

Where'd you get that?

Family shit has a way
of catching up with me.

"Patient experiences
dissociative episodes,

often marked
by an obsessive destructive fixation

on a singular object or person."

Sorry, ma'am,
we're in the middle of a live show.

Are you in the right place?

Uh, if you'd like a tour,

just head down the hallway
and have reception help you.

Thank you for being a fan.
Let's get you a tote bag.

[grunts]

[screams]

[Jessica] I think
she might go after Trish.

-[Costa] Why?
-[Jessica] It makes sense.

In her mind,
Trish's investigation ruined her life.

Forced her to kill all of those people
to protect him.

She probably thinks that Trish
is also responsible for Karl's death.

-Is she?
-No. I need to get to Trish.

You need to stay put
in case she comes back.

-She won't.
-Trish is safe.

Your mother doesn't know she's
in the hospital.

Costa, it's Patsy. It'll leak.

Mrs. Walker? Mrs. Walker,
Thembi Wallace, WJBT News.

Is it true Trish Walker's been admitted
to the hospital?

No comment.

Can you confirm reports
that she's had a relapse?

That is a lie.

Was she under the influence
when she had that meltdown on her show?

Sources say her behavior has been erratic.

What sources? Who-- Who's saying that?

The point is, I've got a story.
Another fading star loses her shit.

But I'm guessing
you've got a story to tell, too.

Take control of the narrative,
Mrs. Walker.

[man over radio] ...vegetables,
and cutting back on high-sugar items...

[crying]

And we have breaking news.

Trish Walker,
former child actor and radio host,

has been hospitalized
and remains in critical condition.

Thembi Wallace has the latest
from Mrs. Walker's mother.

Patsy's fans know she's a fighter.

She has influenced so many people
with her resilience.

She's getting the best care.

And I have no doubt she's gonna
come out of this stronger than ever.

[Thembi] Why was she admitted
to Riverbank Medical?

[Dorothy] She went to see a new doctor
for a routine procedure

and this animal, this charlatan,

took advantage of my little girl.

And he has left her now
in critical condition.

[Thembi] Is there a message you'd like
to deliver to Patsy's worldwide fan base?

Please... pray for my Patsy.

Stay here. I'll be right back.

[device processing]

[siren blaring]

What is the point of having sirens
if nobody gets out of the way?

Sunday. When?

32 Fifth Avenue. What is that?

That's the radio station. Shit.

-[Sunday] Okay, keep me posted.
-[Costa] Anybody hurt?

Station manager got cut up,
but he'll live.

He's on his way to the hospital now.

We're gonna need backup at Riverbank.

I'm telling you, if she sees cops,
she will flatten anybody in her way.

Your best friend's an open target.
She needs protection.

Trish needs me. I can talk my mom down.

I can't take that chance.
I'm calling SWAT.

[sighs]

We don't have time for this.

We'll get there, Jones. Sit tight.
The door's staying locked.

Jones!

Jones! Jones, get back here! Jones!

-[indistinct shouting]
-[horns honking]

I can't supply you with the police report,
because I don't have a police report.

Nor do I want one. I...

I will buy back the stolen items

and make sure
that you are generously compensated

for any information you have
about the people who--

What?

No... I don't want a car stereo.

[phone beeps off]

I'm looking for a lot of things, um...

a pair of celadon vases, okay?

They were-- They were antique.

Nothing? Okay.

Akoya. Triple strand.

A-K-O-Y-A.

Okay, how do you not know what that is?

You know what? You're too stupid
to own a pawn shop. [sighs]

[cell phone vibrating]

Hello?

Yes, that's right.

Uh, an Hermès leather Birkin,
35 centimeter.

Palladium hardware.

[chuckles] Yeah, um...

Frankie's Famous 24-Hour Pawnshop.

[sighs]

Are you Frankie?

And where are you located?

[sighs] Great, thank you so much.

Whoa! Lady, you scared the shit out of me.

Trish Walker. Which room?

I can't give you that info.

Which room?

Get out.

I'm not leaving.

She took everything from me.

She did this.

You did this. You...

That's just a story
that you've made up inside your head.

-Just like one of your nightmares.
-[Alisa] No.

But you can wake up.

[both grunting]

No more.

[exclaiming]

[grunts]

-[choking]
-[Jessica] Let me go!

No, stop. You've got it all wrong!

You took my beautiful Karl.

-[Jessica] You're choking her!
-[EKG alarm beeping]

Listen to me! She's not your enemy!

You stole my family!

Mom! Stop!

Please don't take mine.

Don't do this to me again.

Please.

[sighs]

Jessie?

Oh, my God.

I came back.

[chuckles]

I came back.

[laughs]

On the floor! Hands behind your head.

On the floor now! We will shoot.

Back off! She's gonna surrender.

-Stay back, Jones. Cuff her.
-Get away from her.

[Sunday] Let me see your hands. Slowly.

[exclaims]

Take the shot. Do it, Costa.

Let her go.

-They'll kill me.
-I won't let them.

Take the shot.

[sighs]

[inaudible]

-Costa--
-Don't you goddamn move.

[Hogarth] Do you remember
who sold it to you?

A lot of people come through here.
Faces blend together.

The bag came in yesterday

along with thousands of dollars' worth
of my belongings.

I'm sure the sellers made an impression.

I can't help you.
Do you want the bag or not?

$20,000 for the bag and whatever you know
about the people who brought it to you.

A check, right.

So you can cancel it two seconds
after you walk out of here?

You could tip off your supplier
just as fast.

I need to know that this transaction
will stay between us

and I'm willing to pay for that assurance.
$30,000. Best and final.

I start ratting out clients,
I stop getting clients.

Want to protect your clients,
that's commendable.

But in my experience,
even loyalty has a price.

What's your deal?

You obviously have money to burn.
This is just stuff.

True.

They didn't steal anything
that I can't replace.

Except for my time and I don't know
how much more of that I have left.

-Your watch.
-Excuse me?

The Cartier.
Tank Française, if I'm not mistaken.

It's worth everything in your shop.

Or it's the price of my loyalty.

"All My Love, W."

My wife.

Damn. Shane must've pulled
a real number on you.

I'll take the bag, the espresso machine,
those earrings,

and anything else that they sold you.

And all the information
that you have on Shane.

He was in here yesterday
bragging about conning some fancy lawyer.

You're not the first,
if it's any consolation.

I need an address.

No. You're not going anywhere near her.

What happened to "family"?

The police told me all about your mother.

You got my baby mixed up in all this?
You did this to her.

It wasn't me
who had to get in front of those cameras

and tell the whole world where Trish was.

I didn't know the danger
that you had put her in.

I was trying to protect Patsy.
Her brand is her legacy.

You can't stop selling your daughter,
even if it kills her.

[sighs] I finally understand you.
Like mother, like daughter.

She must be so proud

of the heartless monster
that you grew up to be.

My mother is brain-damaged.

What's your excuse?

Mrs. Walker,
I need to have a word with Miss Jones.

Yeah. What new disaster has she caused?

You've been through a lot.

We made the call rooms available
if you'd like to get some rest.

Thank you. I just need something strong
for a splitting headache.

And she is a menace.

I'm gonna go see Trish.

Let her through.

I need you to go to the station
and give us a detailed statement.

What are you talking about?
This isn't over.

-It is for you. We'll take it from here.
-Like hell you will.

You can either go with a police escort

or make me use valuable manpower
to force you.

Out of respect for my partner,
I'm asking you to make it easy.

My mother is wounded.
That's not gonna slow her down.

You know how she survived
that accident?

Know how she survived
all those surgeries?

That is sheer stubborn determination.
I am the only one who can handle her.

Like you handled her
when she killed Sunday?

Ruth Sunday was a damn good cop.

We had our differences, but she'd still
be alive if I didn't trust you.

It's over. Just get out of the way,
let us do our job.

If they find her, they'll...

they'll shoot to kill, won't they?

You're damn right they will.
She took out one of our own.

You don't need to see it.
You shouldn't have to.

Just give us a statement and go home.

Home?

These guys are gonna stick on you
till this mess is over.

In case she comes to you.

I need to see Trish first.

Hey, Jones. Don't try and be a hero.

You know that's not you.

I told her to stick
with her lifestyle format.

You know what I always wished for?

What I was always jealous of?

You had your mother.

As crazy and...

[sighs] screwed up as Dorothy is,
at least she was here.

And I had no goddamn clue
what I was even wishing for.

And now I don't know what to do.

[Trish] Asshole.

Here.

You asshole.

The surgery.

You stopped it.

You're the asshole.

-Where am I?
-The morgue.

Am I dead?

No, but you should be
after that stupid shit you pulled.

Why am I here?

My mom broke out
and she tried to kill you.

So... the cops are stashing you
here in case she comes back.

-Dr. Karl?
-He's gone.

He's gone? As in?

He's dead.

[sighing]

My one chance.

Why couldn't you just let me have it?

Because if that insane surgery
hadn't killed you,

you could've ended up like my mom.

Or I could've ended up like you.

Why would you want that?

There is a reason
that my biggest expense is booze.

You're right.

You don't deserve powers.

All you do is piss them away

when you could be out there
helping people.

You know what?

I am tired of being the focus
of your ridiculous insecurity.

I didn't ask for any of this.

Not these powers
and not your goddamn judgment.

You're a coward.

What?

All I do is try and save your ass.

I don't wanna be saved.

And all you do is raise your expectations

and make sure that I feel worthless.

[sniffling]

-[cell phone vibrating]
-[sighing]

Who is this?

I'm sorry about Trish...

and that detective.

Sorry isn't going to cut it.

You tried to kill
the most important person in my life.

My best friend. My sister.

I was confused. I'm not anymore.

[Jessica] Where are you?

I need to see you.

You have to be stopped.

Just meet me somewhere.

Just no cops. Just you and me.

Where am I supposed to meet you?

My apartment.

Trish's apartment.

No cops.

Yeah, I heard you the first time.

I can't let you hurt anyone else.

I don't want that either.

I don't know what to do.

What's the right move here?
'Cause I don't know.

There's only one thing you can do.

You gotta put her down.

You're the only one
powerful enough to do it.

If Karl had finished what he started...

You aren't serious.

If I was powered, I wouldn't hesitate.

Bullshit. How many times
have you forgiven Dorothy?

Dorothy is not a mass murderer.

But that's not who my mom is.

Jess, if you don't do it,

how many other people
are gonna die trying?

You'll find Simpson's gear
in my bedroom closet.

Use it.

[exhales heavily]

You should be careful
leaving your purse out like that.

Some bad elements around here.
Anything not nailed down is fair game.

That Porsche, for instance?

Hey, you drive a Porsche,
you can afford another Porsche.

Careful, Turk, or you're gonna end up
needing my skill set again.

Except it's you
who needs my skill set right now.

You have what I asked for?

I don't disappoint.

Plus, a side of curly fries.

Is it for you?

Probably best I don't know.

Wise assessment.

Never took you for the type
to get her hands dirty.

Well, if it's untraceable,
my hands are immaculate.

Scrubbing 'em clean is what I do.

You want to trade again or you want cash?

Trade. Have a feeling you might be right.

I'm gonna be needing you again someday.

[sighs]

I gotta pee. I don't need protection.

I'm coming with you willingly.

We have our orders.

There's a little old lady in here.
Do you wanna give her a heart attack?

Appreciate it.

[hand dryer blowing]

[groans]

Shit.

[Vernon] I thought Mrs. Rezak
wasn't being released until tomorrow?

[Maury] You gotta get the bodies out

to make room for whatever the heck
they're doing in my morgue.

-Things are gonna be backed up for days.
-Yeah.

[Maury] You know what happened here,
don't you?

A celebrity got attacked by a crazy fan.

That's why I went to work in a morgue.
To get away from all this noise.

Yeah. Dark times, but good for business.

Yeah. All right.

[both straining]

[song playing over radio]

What the hell?

Jesus Christ. Let's go.

Who are you?

Drive. Keep it cool, and nobody gets hurt.

I said drive.

I said drive.

You should have more respect for the dead.

33rd and Columbus.

You didn't call the cops?

[mutters]

-Then what do you want?
-Just to talk.

I thought all day
about what I wanted to say to you,

what I wanted to do.

Now, I just want to know why.

I didn't mean for it to get this far.

The whole healer thing was Shane's idea.

It started as just a way to get him out.
I was desperate. I--

Pathetic.

-Love.
-[scoffs]

Is that what love looks like to you?

I can't help the way I feel about him.

He feels the same way about me.

[Hogarth] Then he fooled both of us.

No, it's... it's real.

-But so is how I feel for you.
-Don't.

My trust is hard to win,
and I gave it to you.

And you crushed me.

For the record,
I tried to leave that night

and then you came home
with frigging champagne.

Oh, don't blame the champagne.

Why did you go to bed with me?

Just to sell it or to get off
before you went back to Shane?

[laughs]

-Wasn't part of the plan.
-Hmm.

Someone like you, interested in me.

But the way you looked at me, it felt...

He doesn't deserve you, Inez.

Not after what he's been doing
behind your back.

I reached out to a friend of mine
in the Department of Corrections.

He, uh, gave me copies of letters
that Shane wrote from prison.

-Shane didn't write letters.
-Not to you.

They were sending him gifts. Money mostly.

In exchange for flattery, promises...

No. He must've been scamming them
for commissary cash.

He was getting
more than candy money, Inez.

He's got thousands of dollars
stashed somewhere--

-He wouldn't keep that from me.
-Of course he would.

That's who he is. He's a con artist.

You were homeless,

while he was using women
to build his nest egg.

No. It's not like that.

He needs me.

[Hogarth] He needs someone damaged
and desperate enough to manipulate.

After all the shit you've been through
at IGH and on the street...

He used it to whore you out to me.

I sent him money, too.

Whatever I got off the streets,
I always sent him a little.

How much longer do you think that
he's going to live like this with you?

He's gonna skip out on you
and any other woman he's played

as quick as he can.

I won't let him.

He's gonna screw you over, Inez.

Like he did me, maybe even worse.

Even after everything, I, uh...

I don't want that to happen to you.

Asshole's gonna pay.

Hey, wait, wait.

You can't just walk in there like this.

He's dangerous.

He's been using you.

You need to protect yourself, please.

[Jessica] Pull over.

What are you doing?

"Vernon Muñoz. Muñoz & Sons Mortuary.
49 Third Avenue."

You go to the cops,
I know where to find you.

I want no part in this craziness.

Well, I didn't want to ride in a body bag
with Mrs. Rezak, but shit happens.

I'm guessing you'll get to ride
in a bag very soon.

[indistinct arguing]

[arguing continues]

[sighs]

[gunshot]

[Inez crying]

[dialing]

[dispatcher] 911. What is your emergency?

I'd like to report a shooting.

We need a deluxe suite with a decent view,
preferably overlooking the river.

The name is Trish Walker, as in Patsy.

Well, when something opens up,
please give me a call.

I am going to get you
into a better hospital if it kills me.

I cannot believe
they put you down in this graveyard.

[sighs]

Do you need another pillow?

Where are those damn nurses?

Mom, it's okay.

-It doesn't matter.
-Well, of course it does, honey.

I'm not gonna let them get away
with giving you less than you deserve.

Something's wrong.

Everything's gonna be fine.
You're gonna get better soon.

I think I'm dying.

We'll get you a better team.
It's all gonna work out.

Your fans, you've got so many fans.
They're rooting for you.

Mom...

will you hold my hand?

I'm scared.

I'm here. I'm here, baby.

Your mommy's here.

And I'm so proud of you.

You're everything I wanted to be
and so much more.

Pats? Patsy?

Trish? Trish!

-[gasping]
-[EKG beeping rapidly]

Oh, my God! Help!

Oh, my God! What's happening?

[wheezing]

Mrs. Walker, stand back.

I need some help in here!

Jessica?

Jessica?

Jessica?

-[gun cocks]
-[gasps]

Don't move.

Guns don't seem like your style.

It's gotta be easier
than using my bare hands.

Less personal.

I suppose if you
have to kill your own mother,

you might not wanna look her
in the eyes while you do it.

Turn around. Slowly.

Losing Karl...

it just pushed me over the edge.
I'm sorry.

I know you think this is the only option,
but it's not.

You brought me back.

Within an inch of killing my best friend.

But an inch is miles for me.

You did something Karl never could.

I don't care anymore.

He tried to develop techniques
to reach me--

-I don't care.
-[breathes heavily]

They never worked when I was deep in it.

-But you-- [sighs] You broke through.
-Fine. I broke through once.

Twice. So it's viable.

Because it's you.

-We could hone this.
-There is no "we."

-But there could be.
-No.

You killed that possibility.

Along with a cop.

I had no choice.
They were never gonna let me live.

There is always a choice.

Your brain is just too goddamn broken
to ever make the right one.

It's over.

Go to The Raft...

or one of us dies tonight.

I will do it.

Don't make me. Please.

Without you,
I have nothing to live for anyway.

So, go ahead. Pull the trigger.

Honestly, I'd rather it was you.

It's okay. It's okay.

You'll be okay.

[Jessica] What happens to our dreams

when we realize
they're never going to come true?

They turn into nightmares.

[song playing over radio]

♪ I love you ♪

♪ Sunny ♪

♪ Thank you for the sunshine bouquet ♪

♪ Sunny ♪

♪ Thank you for the love
You brought my way ♪

♪ You gave to me your all and all ♪

♪ And now I feel ten feet tall ♪

♪ Sunny one so true
I love you ♪

♪ Sunny ♪

♪ Thank you for the truth
You let me see ♪

♪ Sunny... ♪

[music continuing]

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