Marvel's Jessica Jones (2015) s01e10 Episode Script

[theme music playing.]
[grunting.]
[panting.]
[car starting.]
Stop! Stay away from me! Throw that bloody thing away, and unlock the door! Drive! [tires squealing.]
[breathing heavily.]
[hyperventilating.]
I didn't know.
Oh, my God.
I didn't know you would Hey, I'm not the bad guy here.
You wanted this.
Your own mother.
She was a cold-blooded monster who performed barbaric experiments on her own son.
What happened to her was justice.
The world will not miss her.
Or my father, when I get my hands on him.
For Christ's sake, go! - [engine revving.]
- Where? To a doctor, obviously! Someone you trust.
[Trish sobbing.]
[grunting.]
[tapping.]
[bullet clattering.]
[door opening.]
[Jessica.]
Trish! - Stop that.
Stop it.
- I have to put a bullet in my head.
- No.
Put it in my head.
- Stop.
Ow! Jesus! It has to be in my head.
- It has to be in my head! - Open your mouth.
[muffled grunting.]
[whimpering.]
There's a bullet in your head.
Okay? You did what he said.
You followed his command.
Okay? Spit it out.
I couldn't stop.
It's okay.
You're okay.
[Trish.]
Okay.
You're okay.
Is anything broken? Nothing that can't be fixed.
Can't say the same for him.
I'll call an ambulance.
- No, don't.
- No, don't.
Kilgrave's not far.
You call it in, he gets further away, and then we're stuck sitting in questioning.
[Clemons.]
She's right.
I'll secure the scene, get some guys in who won't muck up the evidence.
Someone cut the fail-safe wire.
Oh, God.
Oh, no! Oh, my poor Louise.
What did he do to you? - My heart.
- [Jessica.]
No.
- [Albert.]
I have to cut out my heart! - [Jessica.]
No.
- [Albert grunting.]
- [Clemons.]
Tape! You're not cutting anything.
Tape! [Jessica.]
Bind him! [Albert straining.]
- I have to die.
- [Trish grunting.]
Later.
Right now, I'm gonna find your psychotic son.
Jess, wait! You'll lose.
I've seen how powerful he is now.
A couple words and you're his weapon.
He can't control me anymore.
- It's time to get realistic.
- No, Trish, he said, "Let go," and I didn't.
I'm free.
[doorbell rings.]
Good God, woman.
- [pounding on door.]
- Open the door! Bleeding human being here! I need medical attention.
Jesus.
Jeri, who is that? You do not get to come here and barge in on me and make demands - I am your patient.
- I don't know what Get your medical bag and fix me! [sighs.]
Interesting.
I tell you to take me to a doctor you trust, you bring me to the woman you shat on.
You know what? Divorce papers can wait, you don't have to make her sign them.
'Course I do.
I'm a man of my word if I feel like it.
Shut that door.
- [Trish.]
How can you be sure? - I can feel it.
[Clemons.]
It's true, I saw it.
She didn't move when he told her to.
At my old house, at the police station, he said he wanted me to choose.
It's because he knew he couldn't control me.
- You're immune to him? - Yes.
Will you take him to his motel and stay with him - until the command wears off? - Of course.
Louise always believed we'd find a vaccine.
- What? - For the virus Kevin emits.
It's a virus? Micro-particles in the air.
We worked for a vaccine for decades.
Almost had it, but you you might be the missing ingredient.
A cure for Kilgrave? To inoculate everyone around him.
There's no time! How long would it take? Well, if I could get a biological sample from Jessica, I'd know if it was working within a day.
No, the tape stays or you'll do everything you can to stab yourself.
Cut my heart out.
Yes, this is a great time to correct my phrasing.
I'll be your hands.
You guide me.
Fine.
Take my blood.
Take my piss.
Take my spleen if you think it'll help.
The gauze from the first aid kit.
Wipe her arm.
Get as much uncontaminated blood as you can.
I have lab equipment at my motel.
Across from Barbuto on Washington.
Okay, let's go.
I'll call you when I find him.
Okay.
Give me ten minutes to clear the area.
It was Hogarth.
Who cut the wire.
Yeah, I know.
Process of elimination.
Hey, hey.
You got some, um Shit.
I bought Jessica her bloody childhood home and restored it perfectly.
If that's not a grand romantic gesture, I don't know what the bloody hell is.
You know what I mean, Wendy.
Yeah.
I took her to Paris for our ten-year anniversary.
- Shut up, Wendy.
- You shut up.
She spent the entire time on the phone with a client.
Well, I gave and gave and gave, and she took and took.
You feel violated.
Precisely, yeah.
You ever think about revenge? [Wendy.]
Oh, sure.
But how do you avenge death by a thousand cuts? [sighs.]
All the little slices over the years, then the final stab, the secretary.
That's nothing compared to Jessica.
She's crueler than my parents.
What does she want from me? That wasn't a rhetorical question.
Tell me.
She wants you to pay for what you did to her.
I treated her better than anyone ever has.
She wants you to pay for what you did to Hope Shlottman.
Yeah, tell me something I don't know.
Hope Shlottman was pregnant with your child.
Jessica and I helped her to abort it.
[sighs.]
[Kilgrave.]
Honesty.
Refreshing, isn't it? Yeah? Anything else? I kept the remains to see if your power could be replicated.
It didn't work.
You're disgusting.
She's pragmatic.
Where's my child now? Cold storage, Hammond Labs.
Does Jessica have plans for it? She doesn't know it exists.
[scoffs.]
[Wendy.]
You're done.
[groans.]
[cell phone ringing.]
It's Jessica.
All right.
Answer.
Admit to nothing.
Do not tell her I'm here.
Oh, find out where my father is.
- Jessica? - What happened to you? I turned around and you were gone.
Well, you said to run, so I ran.
Kilgrave's in the wind.
Where are you now? At home, just hanging low.
What happened to the detective? And Kilgrave's father? Trish took the detective to the hospital.
Albert's gone.
He's probably with Kilgrave.
Just stay put, I'll keep you posted.
No, no, I I saw Kilgrave run, and he wasn't with his father.
Then he's somewhere hiding from his asshole son.
So you don't know where he is, where Albert is? Nope.
Is that Pam? Tell her I said hi.
- [shushing.]
- What? Just trying to be civil.
[Hogarth.]
Gotta go, bye.
That's bollocks.
She didn't say he was dead, which means she saved him, and she knows exactly where he is.
[doorbell ringing.]
It's her.
Shit! You want death by a thousand cuts.
Do it! [gasps.]
One.
[door opens.]
[door closes.]
[gasps.]
[laughs.]
Man you scared the hell out of me.
Who are you? I'm Sergeant Simpson.
Uh, you've seen me at the precinct.
You're Detective Clemons, right? Yeah, you're kind of a legend.
You got a hell of a clearance rate.
Sorry, Sarge.
- Out of context, out of uniform.
- Uh-huh.
What brings you here? That looks serious, huh? What happened? A bit of an altercation.
How'd you say you got here? Uh, Trish Walker called me, from here, so I came as soon as I could.
Well, this floor is on lockdown.
I got it under control.
Well, it looks like you could use a hand.
I mean [chuckles.]
Sorry, I didn't mean it like that.
[Simpson grunts.]
What's wrong with your leg, Officer? Jesus.
Who's this? Victim of a killer who has abilities.
We got all the evidence we need now to put that bastard away.
I'm gonna call for back-up, get me a medic, while you check the perimeter outside.
But if this killer has abilities, like you say well, maybe the system won't be able to contain him.
That's not your call, Sarge.
Well, the guy isn't a purse snatcher, Detective.
He's a terrorist.
Kilgrave can't be put on trial.
Evidence is irrelevant.
- You know who he is.
- Yeah, so do you, obviously.
So you know that we can't wait for the system.
There's no jail.
There's no evidence.
There's only justice.
Uh-uh.
I have no other option.
I'm taking him out.
Well, he's gone.
Jessica's looking for him now.
And where's Trish Walker? Did he hurt her? Did he do something to her? She's with someone.
A scientist who thinks that he can stop Kilgrave with a vaccine.
Where are they? I'm sorry.
It's ever since Kilgrave, I don't know who to trust.
I don't need a weapon to make a vaccine.
Trish Walker, she trusts me.
She's the one who called me.
So please, just tell me where she is.
A hotel on Washington.
Across from Barbuto.
[grunts.]
[Hogarth yells.]
A thousand cuts, Wendy, - it's just a few words - Seventeen.
- Eighteen.
- Wendy! - [doorbell ringing.]
- [wailing.]
Please! Please, stop! - A thousand cuts - Nineteen.
Twenty.
[yelling.]
Please! Oh, my God.
- [screaming.]
- [door knob rattling.]
[Wendy.]
Twenty-one.
[knocking on door.]
Twenty-two.
Twenty-three.
[knocking continues.]
Twenty-four.
Twenty-five.
[both grunting.]
- [pounding on door.]
- [Hogarth yells.]
[grunts.]
[pounding on door continues.]
- [Hogarth screaming.]
- Twenty-six.
- Twenty-seven.
- [glass shattering.]
Twenty-eight.
Twenty-nine.
- [Wendy grunts.]
- [Hogarth panting.]
[groaning.]
[panting.]
What did you do? [breathing shallowly.]
I didn't know.
How could I have known? Wendy was trying to kill her, and I I stopped her with Is Kilgrave still in the house? Kilgrave was here? Do you know where he was going? [breathing heavily.]
Find his father.
Don't don't go.
Sorry, Pam.
What you did was self-defense.
But what you helped Kilgrave do that was murder.
You are on your own.
It's okay.
[Sniffling.]
I'm gonna handle this.
I'm gonna handle everything.
He's coming for his father? She wants to use me as bait.
[stutters.]
That's not what she's saying.
I have to use him as bait.
He's not finished working on the vaccine.
Which is a long shot.
Jess, Kilgrave is wounded.
He's running from you.
We've got time.
Trish, your optimism is getting in the way.
It's not optimism, it's survival.
Jess, he made me want to kill myself.
I never want to feel that again.
If there is even a chance a vaccine will work [sighs.]
He said he'd know within 24 hours.
Good? She has total confidence in you.
You think we should wallpaper the scaffolding first, or are trees better? Do you even have $50,000? Are you putting a price tag on my brother's life? No, it's just - the poster says - We shared a womb! You said you'd help.
[stutters.]
Maybe he just needed some time to himself, you know? He can't even tie his shoes without my permission.
I'm serious.
I am, too, that's why he always wears slip-ons.
If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem.
Are you part of the problem? Do every windshield on the block.
If you see something, say something.
Have you lost your mind? Possibly.
Look, I know you feel guilty, but this isn't gonna help.
It's just gonna make it worse.
I know, but she feels better doing something.
You and I both know that he is not missing.
Well, technically, he is.
He's not coming back.
Then we should tell her.
I found her sobbing in the stairwell.
Hey, that took me three hours at Kinko's, cougar! [breathing heavily.]
Why would she do that? Malcolm why would she throw out my fliers? I don't know.
I'm gonna hit the subway with these.
Maybe, um somebody saw him get on a train.
Babe, we're gonna get you back.
[sighs.]
Hello, Jessica.
[Kilgrave grunts.]
You can't control me anymore, asshole.
[inhales.]
I've known that for some time.
You, however, a little slow on the uptake.
I could kill you right here and right now.
But you won't, because you don't know what will happen when I die.
[Kilgrave grunts.]
Good choice.
There would've been a rash of suicides across the neighborhood, and who would've been to blame? Not me, you prick.
[chuckling.]
You keep telling yourself that.
Maybe you'll actually believe it someday.
You know what I call this phase of our relationship? Finished.
I call it "the wrath.
" First, the Shlottmans, then their daughter, then that baby-faced boy who slit his own throat, Mummy, obviously, [inhales sharply.]
your lawyer, presumably It's quite a roster you've inspired.
Who's next? You.
I doubt it.
You think I won't kill you because some strangers might stab themselves? Uh, poison, actually, but no.
It's because you want what I have.
A stupid name and a death wish? I have Hope.
The person, not the feeling.
Well, the feeling, too.
- I'm a hopeful man.
- Where is she? She's the living embodiment of your guilt, isn't she? [Kilgrave grunts.]
I don't have to kill you! [screaming.]
For God's sake! In prison, of course, until her release papers go through tomorrow morning! [grunting.]
[sighs.]
I visited the DA today.
I suggested to him that Hope was innocent.
He agreed, as did the judge who signed Hope's release papers.
I am exceedingly convincing.
Why? Oh, I could have staged her escape, but she'd be on the lam for the rest of her life, so I procured her release quite legitimately.
Well, there's a paper trail, in any event.
You want more wrath.
One more body.
Not Hope Shlottman's.
She walks out of the prison doors tomorrow, and your conscience gets wiped clean.
Unless I change my mind.
Your father.
See how well you know me? Dad for Hope.
You get the better part of that deal, by the way.
[scoffs.]
What a bargain.
I stay as far away from you as I can get, and you go back to your life of mediocrity and underachievement.
I don't know if I can track Albert down.
[Kilgrave.]
Mmm.
What you need is an ace P.
I.
Know any? Thank you.
Have they questioned you? Have you said anything? That's good.
- Now we just need to - How did Kilgrave even know Wendy? How did he get there? It's complicated.
That's what you say when you're lying.
I'm on all your calls.
It's what you say when you're - when you're lying.
- Pam.
Pammy.
You're not thinking straight right now.
I thought maybe you were having it out with Wendy.
- I was worried.
- I should have called.
I'm sorry.
You brought him there.
To make Wendy sign the divorce papers.
That's not how it happened.
Then tell me he made you do it.
Just tell me that.
He did.
It was complicated.
You did this.
You told me to handle it.
That's what you said.
So you turn me into a murderer? I didn't do anything.
You chose to pick up that thing and crush her skull.
You did that.
So now that I understand your bullshit it's all that I see when I look at you.
You're repulsive.
[door opening.]
We're taking you to booking.
Don't say anything to anyone.
Detective, I need to call a lawyer.
- She said she was your lawyer.
- No.
I have no idea who this woman is.
[Kilgrave.]
You're stalling, Jessica.
I'm peeing! [Kilgrave taunting.]
No, you're not.
- You're buying time.
- [toilet flushes.]
For what? For dear old Dad to run and hide, like the coward that he is.
You can control minds, but you can't read them for shit.
He won't come willingly, you know.
He's not gonna care that some young woman's life's at stake.
Glass houses, asshole.
[chuckles.]
Oh, God, I'll miss that.
Your provincial yet snappy repartee.
We make a good team.
You're a lot of shitty things, but I never thought you were delusional.
Oh.
Oh, I see things very clearly.
Not if you think I could ever feel anything for you other than pure disgust.
Well, that's crap.
I never, not for one second No, not one second.
Eighteen.
In what universe? Ours.
On that rooftop.
You remember.
[Kilgrave.]
It had been 12 hours.
I timed it.
I hadn't told you to do anything.
And then for 18 seconds, I wasn't controlling you.
And you stayed with me.
With me, because you wanted to.
That's why you thought you had a shot with me? You can't tell me you don't remember.
I remember vividly.
I had waited so long for that moment.
For one single opportunity to get away from you.
It's getting chilly, let's go in.
I'll clean this up, and we'll continue inside.
All right, darling.
[hooves approaching.]
[neighing.]
[horse neighing.]
[vehicles honking.]
[Kilgrave.]
Jessica, come in, darling.
Come down from there.
What revisionist bullshit! I remember everything.
- You didn't jump.
- Because I wasn't fast enough.
Getting you out of my head was like prying fungus from a window.
I couldn't think.
I know your face.
I saw you You saw what you wanted to see.
- I remember - I remember everything! [Kilgrave.]
Come down now, Jessica! Why don't you listen to me? Because I don't want to.
If you don't listen to me, what is the point of having ears? Answer me! To listen to someone else.
You never appreciate anything I do for you.
If you can't listen to me, you don't need ears.
Cut them off.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
It's all right.
It's all right.
I'm here, Jessica.
I'll always be here.
You wanted to stay with me.
Admit it.
You admit this.
[grunts.]
Speak up, asshole.
I'm all ears.
[thuds.]
[sighs.]
[woman.]
And sometimes, on good days I even catch myself smiling again.
[Malcolm.]
Thanks, Emma.
I'm glad you're returning to yourself.
Anyone else? Don? I already bared my soul, Malcolm.
And it hasn't gotten me back my son.
Yeah, we all share the same shame.
I'm not ashamed.
It's not my fault.
We're victims.
Well, we're not anymore.
- Not if we help each other - Who have you helped? Malcolm, you don't have to talk.
[clears throat.]
Well, I've helped my friend.
She saved me, and I saved her.
Kilgrave set her up.
For murder.
And he killed this this guy who hadn't done anything to anyone.
He made him cut his own throat.
And I fixed it.
All right? I wrapped his body in a comforter and dragged it to the elevator, and, I mean, it's like his ghost is still in the building.
And his sister, I mean, she's just she's destroyed.
But I can't tell her the truth until Jessica gets Kilgrave.
And she's so close.
But, I just I can't lie anymore.
- [Malcolm exhales sharply.]
- Thank you for your share.
[sighs.]
Yeah.
Thank you so much for that illuminating share.
Oh, my God, you shouldn't have followed me.
I am so sorry, Robyn.
Sorry to bust up the kumbaya circle jerk, but - There's no cross talk here.
- Oh, really? 'Cause I'm cross and I'm talking, so blow me, Emma! - Hey, let me just take you home.
- You murdered my brother.
Kilgrave murdered him.
Where's Ruben's body? Where is his heart? Where are his little toes? Holy shit, I feel like I've been cut in half.
Kilgrave has caused us all enormous loss.
So I've heard.
Oh, poor me.
I feel your sadness, but where is your rage? Aren't you sick of hearing yourselves talk and talk and talk? I am.
Well, look, too bad, I mean That's all we've got.
Jessica is the only one that can take on Kilgrave.
Are you so sure that's what she's gonna do? She will try like hell.
While we sit here and wait.
Would this Kilgrave cat have hurt any of you if Jessica Jones hadn't pissed him off? That's what I'm piecing together from all of this goddamn sharing.
Each of his atrocities can be traced back to her.
What exactly does she want? Jessica brought us all together.
- To control you.
- [Malcolm sighs.]
She is one of us.
- Then why isn't she here? - Maybe she's in cahoots with the psycho.
No one is in cahoots with anyone, all right? There is no conspiracy.
You don't know shit about Kilgrave or what he is capable of.
Well, you're right, my two-faced former friend.
But I do know Jessica Jones.
And I am gonna track that wannabe gumshoe down and make her explain herself to me.
Who's with me? She's right.
Jessica knows more than she's letting on.
Look, trust me, this is not a good idea.
And why should we trust you? You've just admitted to being a pathological liar.
Clair? Emma? Trendy guy? Yeah.
[Robyn.]
Then let's go pay her a visit.
[Hope.]
So he's dead? [Jessica.]
You don't have to worry about Kilgrave anymore.
Because you killed him? Hope, you'll be free tomorrow.
Just think about that.
- I still can't believe it.
- Believe it.
I'm gonna pick you up tomorrow, take you to a great restaurant.
A 5 Napkin Burger.
[scoffs.]
Perfect.
And then I'll take you to the airport and you'll fly home.
I don't have a home.
They all blame me.
They even told my brother that I was dead.
Hope, think about the big picture.
You're healthy.
You're sane.
That's true.
Sanity was touch and go for a while there.
And you're gonna be free in a matter of hours.
Big picture.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Don't be late.
Not a chance.
[footsteps approaching rapidly.]
- [pounding on door.]
- [Malcolm.]
Jessica? Open up, quick! [indistinct conversations.]
- I made a terrible mistake.
- [man.]
Go, go, go! Robyn knows.
[grunting.]
- What did you do, you told her? - No, not intentionally.
Get off - You killed Ruben, you bitch! - [thud.]
What the hell are you guys doing? This is insanity! [Robyn grunts.]
[Malcolm grunting.]
Ruben? [exhales.]
- Ruben? - [labored breathing.]
[muffled grunting.]
She has a captive! You're gonna be okay.
- [grunting.]
- Oh, it's okay.
- [breathing heavily.]
- You're gonna be fine.
[Albert.]
Just one single drop.
More than that, you'll destroy all our work.
Okay.
Hey.
Eyes here.
The virus will wear off in a couple hours.
- Okay? - [knocking on door.]
Who is it? [Simpson.]
It's me.
Trish? What are you doing here? How are you even standing? You were in the hospital.
No, I'm okay.
Kozlov's a great doctor.
Your pupils are dilated.
Yeah, that's because I'm on meds.
Well, I did almost die, after all.
- What kind of meds? - It doesn't matter.
And, you know, I feel much better than I look.
[sighs.]
Trish, if you're making a vaccine, then I wanna help.
- [stutters.]
- Detective Clemons told me.
What happened to you? You the scientist? I'm Simpson.
Why is he restrained? Kilgrave told him to cut out his heart.
[Simpson.]
You think you can make a vaccine? It turns out Kilgrave is a virus.
Quite literally.
That's how he controls people.
- He's British.
- [Trish stutters.]
Why is a foreign scientist holed up in a dump like this? Simpson, stop it.
What makes you so sure that you can make this vaccine? You know something special about Kilgrave? - Don't answer that.
- He's my son.
- [Simpson grunts.]
- No! Don't - You made him.
- hurt him.
[grunts.]
Oh, God, I'm so, so sorry.
What is wrong with you? - I didn't mean to.
- They've messed you up.
- You're messed up in the head! Get out! - No! No, it won't happen again.
It won't happen again because you're leaving.
Go! [cell phone ringing.]
[sighs.]
Oh, shit.
Yeah? [Hope.]
Where are you? What time is it? You said that you'd be here when I got out.
- Don't move.
- Why? Lock yourself in the bathroom if you have to.
He's alive, isn't he? He's still out there.
Don't move! Hi, I'm here to pick up an inmate.
Former inmate.
She was getting released today.
- Name? - Jessica Jones.
No, sorry, that's my name.
Her name is Hope.
Hope Shlottman.
Shlottman was released 20 minutes ago.
I told her to wait for me.
- Some guy picked her up.
- [woman.]
Jessica Jones? - Yeah? - He's at your favorite restaurant.
He said to bring Dad or lose all hope.
I know what people look like on speed.
This is There's more to this.
Simpson was so intense, focused, and he's wounded, but not feeling it.
Probably some kind of combat enhancement for wakefulness.
To numb the pain center, push the adrenergic system for strength and stamina.
He's part of a private research program.
Unregulated, no doubt.
You can grow someone's strength or power, but you can't grow a corresponding conscience.
There's no pill for that.
[knocking on door.]
[Jessica.]
Open the door.
Tell me you have the vaccine.
I do, but there's only one way to test it.
He took Hope.
What? He'll trade her for you.
[Jessica.]
He'll have contingencies in place.
People ready to stab themselves or something.
I'm trembling.
My God, I'm such a coward.
[breathing heavily.]
You're not a coward, okay? I want you to know, right here and right now that you are not a coward.
You can't say these stroppy tosspots don't deserve it.
[breathing heavily.]
Your father is here.
Now give me the girl.
Step forward.
Stop this! Don't bark orders at me.
Say you're sorry.
[whimpers.]
[exhales heavily.]
I'm sorry.
About hitting me.
Yes.
All of it.
Stay.
See? I still have all the control.
Jessica.
Kill him now.
We had a deal.
[Kilgrave.]
"Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.
" That's the words written on the doorway to hell.
Kill him or he'll keep hurting people! - Let me handle this.
- [Kilgrave.]
She'll never kill me.
Despite her calloused, hard-bitten, and, frankly, poorly styled facade, despite her several problems, she still hopes that, at her core, she might just be a hero.
But only if she can save you.
The ultimate innocent victim.
Father, come here.
Now! I'm sorry.
[Kilgrave.]
That's nice, Dad.
Nice and close.
Aw, look at you trembling there.
Still spineless, I see.
[whispering.]
It's just you and me now, Dad.
- [glass shattering.]
- You can't kill me, silly girl.
But Jessica can.
What are you doing? Step forward! [all choking.]
[grunting.]
[gasps.]
[all gasping.]
Hope! - Hope, why would you do this? - [gasping.]
- [sobbing.]
- You can kill him now.
Hope.
Tell me.
Tell me! Tell me.
[breathing heavily.]
I will.
I'll kill him.
[somber music playing.]