Jessica Jones, Season 2

Jessica:
You can get anything delivered in New York City. Or anyone. [takes pictures of two people making out] But you gotta be careful what you open your door to. Whatever you let in will eventually get out. Particularly with me around.

Jessica:
A hero would have you locked up for soliciting murder. A vigilante would beat the shit out of you. Now which one am I?

Malcolm:
Well, I say we find the adopted son.

Jessica:
Nope.

Malcolm:
We can afford to take a pro bono case.

Jessica:
That will just attract more sob stories and nut jobs.

Malcolm:
Meaning people in pain who actually need our help.

Jessica:
Let it get personal and the whole case goes to shit. A good PI needs objectivity. Take the case. Take the clues. Take the cash. [Malcolm chuckles] What are you doing?

Malcolm:
I'm writing that down. It was pithy.

Jessica:
That wasn't a lesson.

Malcolm:
Of course, because why would you help me get better at my job?

Jessica:
It's my job.

Malcolm:
So fire me for trying to build something with you.

Jessica:
I keep trying to fire you, you keep not being fired. Why is that?

Pryce Cheng:
I never take no for an answer.

Jessica:
How rapey of you.

Jeri:
"Pretty good for a girl." I heard that a lot as a kid. Then I became a successful female attorney, read: pretty good for a girl. But today, I see a sisterhood of founding partners. I see excellent lawyers who are stronger because we wouldn't stand for being pretty good. I see mentors raising the next generation of women, who, one day, will stand with us on a day like this, and see what we see. Women in power. Women in law. Thank you for this great honor. Thank you so much.

Bartender:
That whiskey say something to piss you off?

Jessica:
Hit me.

Bartender:
Third glass tonight.

Jessica:
Put it on my tab.

Bartender:
You drinking to remember or forget?

Jessica:
Giving a shit won't get you a better tip.

Bartender:
I give a shit if you're planning to get loaded, trash my place of work.

Jessica:
I'm planning to sit here and drink, until I come up with a better plan.

Robert Coleman:
Maybe you think I'm crazy, but but I was normal once. It was my 18th birthday. I I got drunk and I dove off the roof and missed the pool, then woke up in the hospital and they changed me. I was fast before, but now I'm so fast, I think it'll kill me. And it hurts. And and the dreams. I wake up screaming. And you're always saying how powers are good, but you were wrong. With great power comes great mental illness.

Trish:
If anyone asks, you're a PA. Production assistant. Just like what you do for Jessica, except on a movie set.

Malcolm:
You mean, getting yelled at and ignored?

Trish:
Pretty much.

Malcolm:
I got this

Griffin Sinclair:
Now she's in trouble.

Jessica:
Why do you think that?

Griffin:
My balls are tingling.

Jessica:
There's medication for that.

Griffin:
In my line of work, you learn to trust your instincts.

Jessica:
Griffin, why don't you go home? She might be there.

Griffin:
Don't manage me, okay? I know she's in trouble.

Jessica:
Because of your scroty-sense?

Griffin:
Goddamn right!

Jessica:
Look, I track people for a living. You know how strong I am. So let me get to work in finding her.

Griffin:
If you hear anything...

Jessica:
I will call you, first thing.

Jessica:
Simpson was right, it takes a monster to stop a monster. He just wasn't the right monster.

Griffin:
You found her, then.

Jessica:
I forgot to call.

Griffin:
Yeah, your follow-through blows.

Foggy Nelson:
You're sick. Don't let them discriminate against you for it. Let me do something. Let me help you.

Jeri:
You want to help me?

Foggy:
We can fight this.

Jeri:
Do you think we're friends?

Foggy:
I'm sorry?

Jeri:
Do you think because we have shared a table a handful of times in court that you have the right to involve yourself in my life? My shit? A partner? Your goddamn boss?

Foggy:
I didn't mean...

Jeri:
You cannot help me. You cannot do anything but your job. So, um, exercise some goddamn discretion and bury your head in the sand, because that's where it belongs, instead of up my ass.

Foggy:
You're gonna need people. No one goes through something like this alone.

Jeri:
Well, allow me to be the first to try.

Malcolm:
How did you know he was an ex-con?

Jessica:
People don't usually panic at the sight of cops unless they've ridden in the back of a cruiser.

Malcolm:
So our landlord randomly replaces Alfredo with this guy?

Jessica:
Who's Alfredo?

Malcolm:
The old super. He was good people. His wife used to make empanadas on Sundays. Always passed them around the building. I guess not to you.

Jessica:
Rare teaching moment, Malcolm: If the old super was such a gem, empanadas for days, but he still got canned...

Malcolm:
Oscar's got something on our landlord.

Jessica:
Pay him a visit and find out. And be nice. The nicer, the better. Eugene can be a dick.

Jessica:
I didn't know that you were on parole when I brought the cops here, all right? I'm not an asshole.

Oscar Arocho:
No? What kind of person takes advantage of a little kid's fantasies to get inside someone's apartment?

Jessica:
I figured he'd be asleep.

Oscar:
That's your excuse? That kid means everything to me, okay? He's my reason for being. Okay, do you have anyone that makes you feel like that? Or have they all run away from you? [closes and locks door]

Trish:
You can just transfer any calls to my cell or text me if...

Secretary:
Or e-mail or fax or send a pigeon. I got it.

Pryce:
I'm not gonna compete with a freak show.

Jeri:
Oh, God. You got beat by a girl. Deal with it.

Pryce:
She's not a girl. She's an aberration.

Jeri:
Makes you feel better about yourself, doesn't it? Calling her names. Less than. Other. Makes you feel superior to her. Well, you're not.

Jessica:
[shows a picture] We're looking for this woman. Has she come in here?

Sally:
My clients value their privacy.

Trish:
[takes out $100] For the wigs I tore up.

Sally:
This wouldn't cover synthetic. [Trish gives her another $100] She comes in alone, no name and pays cash. Poor dear.

Jessica:
Why poor dear?

Sally:
She lost all her hair. Chemo, I imagine. Cancer and drag queens are half my business these days.

Trish:
Anything else? [trades looks and gives Sally another $100]

Sally:
No, that's all.

Trish:
Now I remember why I bit her.

Pryce:
You wanna help people. So that's why you're working with Jones, hoping maybe she's a hero. She's not.

Malcolm:
No, I work with Jessica 'cause she's a damn good PI.

Pryce:
Good at the dirty work, maybe. But at my shop, "altruism" isn't a bad word.

Malcolm:
Yeah, I'm sure you guys are a bunch of saints.

Pryce:
We just believe that a man can serve himself, or a man can serve humanity.

Malcolm:
Okay, you did not just quote my father to me.

Pryce:
I did, from his latest article.

Jessica:
I've heard a lot about you. All of it nauseating.

Max:
Who's this?

Jessica:
Looks like your face got in the way of someone's fist. Want a replay?

Jessica:
What did I do now? Read your mail? Kill your cat?

Oscar:
You saved Vido's life. He told me. I can't pay you back for that. Ever. But I'm tearing up the eviction notice, and I wanted to say thank you. [places bottle of alcohol on the floor] Here. I was an asshole. I'm just scared of losing my son. I'm sorry.

Jessica:
Find out everything she knows about her former employers and about her coworker who suddenly left the company.

Malcolm:
Got it. What else?

Jessica:
Everything else. At least until I can get out of this hellhole.

Malcolm:
When's that gonna be?

Jessica:
Depends on if I can get through this next part without losing my shit.

Malcolm:
You didn't do the crime. Truth matters.

Jessica:
Not if nobody wants to believe it. [sighs] You're in charge of Alias. Don't mess it up.

Detective Eddy Costa:
[hands Jessica a card]Hey, listen, just in case you come up with anything else for us...

Jessica:
One show-and-tell doesn't make us partners.

Costa:
You want to go it alone, that's your call. But there's a lot of people on the force that wanna see you locked up.

Jessica:
And you're the only white hat in a sea of black hats.

Costa:
Not the only one. There's a few of us here who remember what Kilgrave did in this precinct. I had nightmares of holding my own gun to my head. The feeling of my finger on the trigger.

Jessica:
I recommend hypnosis.

Costa:
I didn't need that, because, uh the dreams stopped the day you took that asshole out.

Jeri:
Pryce, you are embarrassing yourself.

Pryce:
You're the embarrassment, Jeri. Helping her out? Huh? What was it, bribery? Perjury? I'll find out.

Jessica:
Hey. Get your head out of your ass, Cheng.

Pryce:
Or what? What are you gonna do, huh? Take me out, too? I've seen you in action. I've seen that look in your eye. You're a killer.

Jessica:
Not today, I'm not. Today, I'm free. Do you know why? No, 'cause you're a shitty investigator. So go talk to the cops, go steal someone else's cases. You know what? Go beat off in the corner, because I don't give a dead moose's last shit. I'm gonna find the actual killer.

Jessica:
You get Inez to Jeri Hogarth, at this address. Tell her you're my associate.

Malcolm:
Wait, did you just promote me?

Jessica:
Maybe.

Malcolm:
[chuckles] Does it come with a raise?

Jessica:
No. Get going.

Malcolm:
Whatever you say, associate. [laughs]

Jessica:
I'm instantly regretting this.

Dorothy Walker:
Pats, are you here? I just spoke with Griffin. Should've known you'd find some way to mess this up.

Trish:
I didn't mess anything up, Mother. This is what I want.

Dorothy:
You don't know what you want. You're a different person on drugs.

Trish:
I'm stone cold sober.

Dorothy:
Call him. Maybe he'll take you back if you plead insanity.

Trish:
[sighs] I don't want him back. I knew it as soon as I got to the roof.

Dorothy:
That proposal was breathtaking.

Trish:
It was heartbreaking. Because the moment I figured out what it was, that it wasn't a meeting with ZCN, all I could feel was disappointment.

Dorothy:
Oh, Jesus.

Trish:
That's why I said no.

Dorothy:
Listen, baby, you gotta listen to me. You are making a huge mistake.

Trish:
I don't want to be with Griffin. I want to be him. I want to do what he does. And that's not love, and it's not fair to either one of us.

Dorothy:
You know what I see? I see a spoiled, arrogant little girl.

Trish:
I'm arrogant?

Dorothy:
After everything I went through with your father

Trish:
Oh, God.

Dorothy:
And you finally find a good man, a goddamn hero...

Trish:
Don't you dare bring Dad into this!

Dorothy:
Why not? He's the reason you always dated losers.

Trish:
That is bullshit.

Dorothy:
And when you finally find a winner, you crawl back to Max and blow him for some story. [Trish slaps her]

Jessica:
So, why the shitty day?

Oscar:
[sighs] My ex. Using my kid against me.

Jessica:
Well, there's a saying in my business: "Where there's an ex, there's always a why."

Oscar:
I'm not one of your clients.

Jessica:
You're right, it's none of my business.

Oscar:
[sighs] Well I wasn't a good husband. We were too young. I fooled around on her.

Jessica:
You don't have to tell me.

Oscar:
It was a long time ago. It's got nothing to do with the kind of father I am today.

Jessica:
Okay.

Oscar:
Just trying to start again here.

[Jessica enters the office and sighs]

Malcolm:
Morning.

Jessica:
What is that supposed to mean?

Malcolm:
I just said good morning. [chuckles] 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. [Jessica sighs] Banging the super, huh?

Jessica:
How about you use some of those skills I've taught you to do something useful?

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

Jessica:
It's Sunday. What else do rich assholes with private golf club memberships do? Let's go hit some balls.

[Inez pours out the medicine from Jeri's bag]

Jeri:
That's my Birkin bag. You trashy little skank. After everything that I've done.

Inez Green:
I know what this is prescribed for.

Jeri:
That is none of your business.

Inez:
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.

Jeri:
So? You want to join the Ice Bucket Challenge? Throw me a fund-raiser? Get the hell out.

Inez:
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.

Jessica:
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 have class first thing in the morning.

Trish:
Skip it. You won't flunk out for missing one class.

Jessica:
I will if we have house parties every night.

Trish:
I'll get you a goddamn tutor.

Jessica:
I need to study!

Trish:
You know what, Jess? I am proud of myself tonight, even if you aren't. I want to be with my friends.

Jessica:
You think they're your friends? They're just leeches, sucking your money, your booze, your food...

Trish:
And you're not? Why don't you pay your own goddamn tuition?

Jessica:
Because you insisted.

Trish:
And your own goddamn rent, instead of mooching off me.

Jessica:
You think I need you? You think I can't get what I want, when I want? I don't need anything from you. [rips open an ATM and takes a wad of cash] See? All set.

Trish:
That's great. That's just great.

Jessica:
That was your mom?

Stirling Adams:
Trying to force me to be a goddamn plumber.

Jessica:
That's random.

Stirling:
It's my brother's business.

Jessica:
Well, did you tell her about your club?

Stirling:
She shat all over the idea. My parents paid for my brother's plumbing license, but you think they'd invest in me? Hell no.

Jessica:
You could always pretend they died in a car accident.

Stirling:
Damn, you're dark, babe.

Jessica:
Better than feeling shit on.

Stirling:
Do you pretend Trish died in a car accident, too?

Jessica:
Plane crash, and only when I'm tempted to call her. Pass the cereal.

Stirling:
Why not just call her? Better than pretending she's dead. That's messed up.

Jessica:
I'm messed up. I thought that was obvious.

Stirling:
It's been a month since you've seen Trish, right?

Jessica:
She doesn't need me hanging around.

Stirling:
What about what you need?

Jessica:
When did this become about me and Trish?

Stirling:
I don't know, I mean Your sister lives just across town, and I've never even met her.

Jessica:
Well, it's not like you invited me home for Sunday dinner.

Stirling:
Fine. We'll go meet my parents, you'll introduce me to Trish, and we'll be one big, shitty family.

Alisa Jones:
Where is she now?

Dorothy:
I don't know specifically.

Alisa:
You're not in contact with her?

Dorothy:
Contact would require communication skills on her part.

Alisa:
Um... well, she always was a moody little shit. [chuckles] So you have no idea where I could find her?

Dorothy:
Well, I hear she's shacking up with some bartender, and apparently, he's bad news.

Alisa:
Meaning what? Is he hurting her?

Dorothy:
Honey, I'd be more worried about him.

Alisa:
I'm glad she can take care of herself.

Dorothy:
That's putting it mildly. You know, I gave her everything she could want, and she gave me nothing but disrespect and ingratitude.

Jessica:
And everyone around me dies.

Trish:
Not me. I'm gonna live forever.

Jessica:
You won't if you don't get help.

Trish:
I'm good.

Jessica:
Yeah? I've been calling you for 24 hours. Where were you?

Trish:
I was rehearsing for my tour.

Jessica:
You were high.

Trish:
[exhales] They're not mutually exclusive. [pause] I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. Because I was high. Because I'm an addict. [sighs and sniffles]

Jessica:
Step one, eleven more to go.

Alisa:
[after telling Jessica what happened to them since the car accident] I was a botched experiment, but that didn't matter because I stopped living in the real world. I didn't exist. Until now. I'm so sorry. Is there any way you could forgive me?

Jessica:
No. [slaps Alisa to the ground]

Jessica:
Whether the cops catch him or I do, one way or another, he's gonna pay.

Alisa:
Trust me, [sighs] living with me for the last 12 years, he's paid plenty.

Jeri:
How did someone like you end up on the streets?

Inez:
Someone like me? [chuckles]

Jeri:
You're smart, capable, attractive, a professional nurse.

Inez:
After IGH, I got jumpy around patients, didn't want to go near anybody for a long time. Kinda important as a nurse. [chuckles] If one job doesn't work out, you find another one. Flipped burgers at Hambone's, worked at an adult video store, other stuff. You miss rent a few times, it sorta snowballs. You'd be surprised what you can get used to. [laughs] You have no idea what I'm talking about, huh? You don't even buy your own groceries.

Jeri:
I grew up in a trailer the size of this dining room with four siblings. You know what kids do to the poor kid whose clothes don't fit? They make sure that school is as much a living hell as home. Everything I have, I built from nothing.

Alisa:
Our lives just weren't the storybook bullshit you seem to think they were. That's all.

Jessica:
Well, there were parts of it that seemed pretty perfect to me. Christmases, Thanksgiving, that weird marshmallow thing you made with yams.

Alisa:
[chuckles] Yeah, not even I can ruin what is essentially a vat of marshmallows, butter and sugar. [pause] What?

Jessica:
When I look at you, I don't see my mother, but your voice makes me feel like I'm back with you in our old house, before everything.

Taxi Driver:
Okay, okay. Don't get your panties in a bunch.

Alisa:
Our "panties"? Grown goddamn women don't wear panties. We wear underwear!

Alisa:
Just tell me what's going on in that head of yours.

Jessica:
I don't know, okay? There's no manual that tells you what to do when your mother who's been dead for 17 years comes back and is a mass murderer. I'm kinda winging it. Everything inside me tells me I should turn you in.

Alisa:
But you're not ready? Well, take your time. I'm in no rush to spend the rest of my life in a steel box.

Jeri:
[tracing a tattoo on Inez's back] What does this mean?

Inez:
Um "Good luck" in Japanese. Yeah, one of many mistakes by an 18-year-old me.

Jeri:
Have you ever been to Tokyo?

Inez:
Between nursing school and being homeless? Mmm... haven't really had the chance.

Jeri:
Maybe after this we could, um go on a trip. It's a great city.

Inez:
I know what you're doing, Jeri.

Jeri:
What? I can't ruminate about the future?

Inez:
Like how fast you'll kick me out the second Shane heals you?

Jeri:
[scoffs] Cynical.

Inez:
You're a user. Takes one to know one, right?

Jeri:
You expect me to let this go so quickly?

Inez:
I don't expect anything, okay?

Jessica:
That thing about having your cake and eating it, too? Whoever said that probably didn't have cake that killed people.

Alisa:
Look, what I'm trying to say is... [sighs] is that if I had been driving, we would all still be alive. So it's my fault, too. That's a great role model for your daughter, right? "Shut up and sit shotgun."

Jessica:
You've set worse examples.

Alisa:
Never once did it cross my mind that any of this is your fault.

Jessica:
Funny, 'cause it crossed mine about a million times. [Alisa flushes the "ashes" down the toilet] What are you doing?

Alisa:
Closure.

Jessica:
Is that supposed to make me feel better?

Alisa:
Feel how you feel. You have nothing to forgive yourself for.

Trish:
You clearly care about gluten very deeply. But here's the thing: it doesn't matter. Diets, hair volume, space-saving packing tips. None of it matters, when there's war, sex trafficking, elusive companies conducting illegal human research on kids, no less! I could go on.... no, no, no, I will go on. Racism, global warming, child pornography, murder, poverty, true human suffering that too many people refuse to look at. Denial is a warm bed that no one wants to get out of, and Trish Talk is the comforter on that bed. I keep you complacent, I keep your eyes down. But you know what? This show is bullshit. I've been spouting bullshit. Wake up, people! Face the truth. Bad shit happens every day, and every single goddamn person has the power to do something about it. So do something! I'm going to. Starting with throwing off the covers and getting the hell off this shitty show. I quit!

[Jessica helps Oscar stop Sonya from taking their son Vido out of the country]

Sonya:
He's my son! You think he's better off with you?

Jessica:
No, I think he's better off with a mother who isn't in prison.

Sonya:
I got nothing left, except for him.

Jessica:
You're his mother. Nothing's gonna change that.

Alisa:
I almost put your face through the floor. Where's your sense of self-preservation?

Jessica:
You're still my mother.

Alisa:
No, I just have her voice. Karl is all I've got.

Jessica:
Then you're a goddamn idiot.

Jessica:
The moral of my shitty story is, if your dead parent comes back to life, stick 'em back in the ground. [sighs]

Malcolm:
So that woman was your mother?

Jessica:
Is.

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

Trish:
It can't be easy for Jess, she lost her whole family.

Jessica:
You don't have to defend me.

Malcolm:
No, you know what else isn't easy? Giving a crap about you when you consistently lie to me.

Jessica:
I wanted to keep you out of it.

Malcolm:
I work here, okay? I pretty much live here. What do I have to do to prove to you that I can handle shit?

Trish:
Mal, calm down.

Jessica:
"Mal"?

Malcolm:
[to Trish] 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. [leaves room, slamming the door]

Oscar:
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.

Jessica:
No, she's just a selfish asshole.

Oscar:
You're gonna get through this, Jessica.

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.

Jeri:
I wanted you to meet Shane before you made any decisions about Dr. Malus. What he did was unethical, yes, but also miraculous.

Jessica:
Are you kidding me?

Jeri:
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.

Jessica:
You want to profit from this.

Jeri:
Screw profit. [sighs] 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.

Jessica:
Jeri, I don't think you are changed.

Jeri:
Forgiveness is hard for you, I know.

Jessica:
I mean physically. You're still sick, Shane's a fraud.

Jeri:
I'm sorry?

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

Jeri:
But Inez–

Jessica:
She lied. She used what she knew from working at IGH, and she made the whole thing up.

Jeri:
I felt something when he touched me.

Jessica:
Because you wanted to feel something.

Jeri:
I'm not some ignorant trailer park hick. What he did to me was real. I've had no symptoms.

Jessica:
In, what, two days? [sighs] You can't test for ALS, right? So you can't confirm the results. Inez is a nurse., she knew that.

Jeri:
Mmm-mmm. No.

Jessica:
Let me deal with them.

Jeri:
No.

Jessica:
Then you need to go the cops.

Jeri:
No.

Jessica:
Jeri, you don't deserve this. They are scum.

Jeri:
You're wrong. Whoever you talked to, whatever they told you, it's wrong. Shane is real.

Jessica:
Then just be careful.

Alisa:
Um, may I make a phone call before I eat my breakfast?

Marilyn:
You trying to take advantage of the substitute teacher?

Alisa:
No, no. It's just, my daughter had a blind date last night. I wanna make sure she got home safe.

Marilyn:
I talk to my girl every damn day, whether she wants to or not.

Alisa:
You never stop being a mom, do you?

Karl Malus:
Eight years of my life in this case, perfect as the day I designed it.

Trish:
Then let's go.

Karl:
Do you really need the gun?

Trish:
Where were you gonna run?

Karl:
Who's running?

Trish:
With your new passports. Where were you running?

Karl:
Uruguay.

Trish:
Lot of cutting-edge science in Uruguay?

Karl:
Hardly.

Trish:
So you were just gonna go there and you were gonna read? Garden? Learn basket weaving? Or you'll just sit, smoke, wait to die alone?

Karl:
You already have me at gunpoint. You don't have to crush my soul as well.

Trish:
Maybe you will reflect on your life's work. Hurting people, creating a killer.

Karl:
I wanted to save people. I did save people.

Trish:
But the science was never harnessed, never perfected. So you failed. That's your legacy. But listen, it doesn't have to be. You wanted to be extraordinary, right? Maybe you still can be. Why don't you tell me, do I really need the gun?

[Alisa in prison recalls a memory with Karl]

Alisa:
You can't send me out there alone.

Karl:
I'm not sending you anywhere. I'll get us a little place by the water, somewhere safe. It'll just be you and me.

Alisa:
[chuckles] I can't let you give up your life's work for me.

Karl:
This is what I want. Not because I'm your doctor, not because you're the most powerful woman I've ever met–

Alisa:
I can jump ten stories, but I can't grow hair. What kind of a lame-ass power is that? [laughs]

Karl:
I know it's complicated. It's completely unethical.

Alisa:
I'm an illegal experiment, and you're worried about ethics? Screw ethics. [kisses Karl]

Trish:
How long will it take?

Karl:
Jessica took 20 days, but she was near death and I've been honing the procedure ever since. On paper at least.

Trish:
That's a plus.

Karl:
Jessica and Alisa's abilities were a rare side effect, related to their specific DNA. I was never able to decode it.

Trish:
So my DNA is a crapshoot? Just wanna know what I'm getting into.

Karl:
Uh, this vaccine is a live virus. Its DNA can unlock yours. It's the first step in editing your personal genome. But it could all–

Trish:
Go terribly wrong. You've said.

Karl:
Are you changing your mind?

Trish:
Do you know what it's like to feel powerless?

Karl:
Everyone does.

Trish:
Not everyone has an abusive mother and a superpowered sister. I just wanna help people who can't help themselves. [scoffs] God, I sound like an insurance commercial.

Karl:
No, no, no. You sound like somebody who wants to save the world. I do, too.

Malcolm:
Jess, I'm so sorry. I thought we were helping you.

Jessica:
Why don't you help yourself? Because you can't, can you? So you obsess over everybody else's shit instead of dealing with your own.

Malcolm:
Hey, I am dealing with my shit!

Jessica:
Sticking your dick in anything that moves is the same thing as sticking a needle in your arm. But you know what? I don't give a shit what you stick where, as long as you do it far away from me.

Malcolm:
Everything that I've done for you, peeling your sorry ass off the floor every single morning, working late every single night just to keep this sinking ship afloat? Why do you think I did all that?

Jessica:
Because you have nowhere else to be.

Malcolm:
Because I believe in you and what we could do. Maybe I've been wasting my time.

Jessica:
I relied on you. I don't rely on anyone, but I relied on you.

Malcolm:
It's my job.

Jessica:
Not anymore. You're just some guy who lives down the hall.

Malcolm:
Well, just in case you change your mind, again I quit.

Costa:
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.

Jessica:
My mother is wounded.

Costa:
That's not gonna slow her down.

Jessica:
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.

Costa:
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.

Trish:
Where am I?

Jessica:
The morgue.

Trish:
Am I dead?

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

Trish:
Why am I here?

Jessica:
My mom broke out and she tried to kill you. So the cops are stashing you here in case she comes back.

Trish:
Dr. Karl?

Jessica:
He's gone.

Trish:
He's gone? As in?

Jessica:
He's dead.

Trish:
[sighs] My one chance. Why couldn't you just let me have it?

Jessica:
Because if that insane surgery hadn't killed you, you could've ended up like my mom.

Trish:
Or I could've ended up like you.

Jessica:
Why would you want that? There is a reason that my biggest expense is booze.

Trish:
You're right. You don't deserve powers. All you do is piss them away when you could be out there helping people.

Jessica:
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.

Turk Barrett:
You should be careful leaving your purse out like that, some bad elements around here. Anything not nailed down is fair game.

Jeri:
That Porsche, for instance?

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

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

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

Jeri:
You have what I asked for?

Turk:
I don't disappoint.

Jeri:
Plus, a side of curly fries.

Turk:
Is it for you? Probably best I don't know.

Jeri:
Wise assessment.

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

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

Turk:
Scrubbing 'em clean is what I do.

Jeri:
He's got thousands of dollars stashed somewhere.

Inez:
He wouldn't keep that from me.

Jeri:
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.

Inez:
No, it's not like that. He needs me.

Jeri:
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.

Inez:
I sent him money, too. Whatever I got off the streets, I always sent him a little.

Jeri:
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.

Inez:
I won't let him.

Jeri:
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.

Inez:
Asshole's gonna pay.

Jeri:
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:
There is no "we."

Alisa:
But there could be.

Jessica:
No. You killed that possibility. Along with a cop.

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

Jessica:
There is always a choice. Your brain is just too goddamn broken to ever make the right one.

Jessica:
You could have crushed my skull.

Alisa:
But I didn't. I held back.

Jessica:
[scoffs] Is that supposed to reassure me?

Alisa:
Yes! I controlled it.

Jessica:
Because you love me?

Alisa:
Or because I carried you inside me, or because we're both powered, or because we've both lost too much. We don't have to lose each other.

Jessica:
You're insane.

Alisa:
And you're my cure.

Jessica:
Do not put that on me.

Alisa:
And I'm yours.

Jessica:
I am not the one who's sick. I help people, I have a life.

Alisa:
You're drunk, 24/7. You're numbing yourself. Is that a life? You can make it better. We can be better, together.

Jessica:
I won't leave Trish.

Alisa:
She's destroying herself because of you.

Jessica:
Thanks. Like I didn't already feel shitty enough.

Alisa:
No. People will always feel "less than" around us. And that will make them either resent us or idealize us. Even Karl. [Jessica scoffs] Some days he put me on a pedestal. Others, he probably wished he never met me. Dimming our light, limping our way through life, that is not an option. Not with the gifts we have.

Jessica:
If you say, "With great power comes great responsibility," I swear I'll throw up on you.

Alisa:
Wouldn't be the first time, you were a barfy baby. [chuckles]

Oscar:
You have us, me and Vido.

Jessica:
That, right there. You connect yourself to your son with every thought. You have no idea how isolated I've been. I had no idea.

Oscar:
They'll come after you.

Jessica:
We'll make it, I just need the papers.

Costa:
Jessica? Jessica, listen to me. We know you're helping her. That makes you an accomplice. I don't want to see you get hurt. You're one of the good ones. I believe that. But you have to prove it. Your mother's done. Do you understand what I'm saying? It doesn't matter what she does next. She crossed a line she can't come back from. But you haven't, not yet.

Jessica:
What happened to being a team?

Alisa:
Best dream I ever had. I have gone as far as I can go.

Jessica:
No, you don't get to quit. Not after what you put me through.

Alisa:
I've done a lot of damage in my life, but somehow you're standing on top of the rubble like a shining light.

Jessica:
Stop talking to me like I'm your baby Jesus.

Alisa:
"Hero" isn't a bad word, Jessica. It's just someone who gives a shit and does something about it.

Jessica:
Well, I don't, I don't give a shit.

Alisa:
Yes, you do. You do. It sucks, and it hurts, but you do. You are far more capable than I ever was. Maybe I don't have to be amazing. Maybe I just made you.