You need to pull yourself together. You are coming across distinctly paranoid.
Everyone keeps saying that. It's like a conspiracy.
Jessica Jones · Season 1
You need to pull yourself together. You are coming across distinctly paranoid.
Everyone keeps saying that. It's like a conspiracy.
You good?
You care?
Just don't wanna be another reason for you to get high.
Don't need a reason.
You starting a support group? Will you be participating?
Like I’d waste my time circle-jerking with a bunch of whiners.
Yes, you are a paragon of mental health.
He isn’t here now.
[points to her head.] Yeah, well, he’s always here.
[When Jessica discovers that Audrey Eastman and her husband set her up]
Look, you're obviously pissed off about something, but I'm pretty sure for the first time this has nothing to do with Kilgrave - he's smarter than you two.
[sharply] Kilgrave? Who's Kilgrave? Is he another one of you people? How many more are there like you?!
How many more what, private eyes?
"Gifted". [scoffs] Stupid word. It's like... calling someone "special" - You're not "special", you're retarded. You're not "gifted", you're a freak.
What have we, or the mentally challenged, ever done to you?
"You saved the city." That's what the newspapers said; "You were heroes."
[bewildered] Not me...
"The city was saved"... But I was there. I saw what really happened... I saw my mother crushed to death under a building that you people destroyed.
...In the incident?
I was trying to pull my mother out from the rubble, watching her bleed to death... [sniffs] While all around me, you people were raining down hell!
[angry] So go after the big green guy, or the flag waver - I wasn't even there!
Consider it a preventative measure for next time!
[Audrey advances towards Jessica, who immediately pulls the plastic sheet from under her, causing her to fall to the ground]
[livid] You think you're the only ones who've lost people?! [Carlo tries to reach for the gun, but Jessica shoves him away] You think you're the only ones with pain?! [throws the gun into the wall] You think you can take your shit and dump it on me?! [the Eastmans huddle into a corner as Jessica throws a chair next to them] You don't get to do that! So you take your goddamn pain and live with it, assholes! [slams her fists into a mirror, causing Audrey to scream] You lost your parents? Welcome to the goddamn club! I lost mine in some random accident! Do you see me trying to kill every shitty driver?! No! [violently upends the bed] Because I don't work my shit out on other people! [lifts up heater] So keep your goddamn feelings to YOURSELF! [throws heater through the double doors] [long pause, calmer] Ninety-nine. You wanted to know how many of us there are? The last time I counted, I had ninety-nine Gifted friends in this borough alone. And now, every single one of them is going to know about the shit you tried to pull... And they hate attempted murder, they really do. The cops hate it too, you know, because it's against the law.
It's 5 o’clock somewhere and I need to update my resume. Would you put "day drinking" under experience or special abilities?
You could use your abilities for something more useful. I mean, you can fly... well, jump.
It's more like guided falling. [pauses] Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you put on a cape and go run around New York?
You know I would if I could.
I don't get you. You have money, looks, a radio show, creepy, if not adoring, fans and you're a freaking household name. What more do you want?
To save the world, of course.
You wanna be a hero? I'll show you how to be a hero. [to everybody] Shots on Trish Walker, everybody!
[upon unveiling Jessica's costume] Jewel is a great superhero name!
Jewel is a stripper's name. A really slutty stripper, and if I wear that thing you're going to have to call me Camel Toe.
Kilgrave will find me. I'll be dead anyway. Please just give me my goddamn drugs. Just give me... Just give me my goddamn drugs!
You're right. I can't save you. The whole time he had me, there was some part of me that fought. There was some tiny corner of my brain that tried to get out. And I'm still fighting. I won't stop fighting. But if you give up... I lose. Do you get that? He did this to you to get at me. To isolate me. To make me feel like an infection, one more person dead or dying because of me. So why don't you remember how to be a goddamn human being again instead of this self-pitying piece of shit that he turned you into, and save me for once? [throws the envelope of drugs at him] You choose.
[Kilgrave calls Jessica while recuperating from being knocked out with sufentanil]
Well, I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. So rare for me to feel powerless. Well, I would have felt it, had I been conscious. But in retrospect, it's exhilarating. My life was literally in your hands. And I have the bruise to prove it. Which proves that you want me alive. Tell me why. I could just turn up on your doorstep and make you tell me. [beat] Oh, you're mad about the junkie, aren't you. That is completely unfair! I didn't make him do anything he didn't want to do. He was... He was an addict waiting to happen! Come on, Jessica. Come on. Don't play the hero with me. Fine, fine. Pretend you saved the junkie, but we both know that was down to me. [no response] I tell you what, I will let him go down his own self-destructive path. I won't come near him, if... you do his job for him. Keep the pictures coming. Say, one a day, at 10:00 A.M.? Don't forget to smile. Hmm? Send the picture, save the junkie. Sounds like an ad campaign. [chuckles] Let's start... um, now. Come on, Jessica. Tell me we have a deal. Let me hear your voice.
[Kilgrave is playing poker with some other men. One of them goes to light his cigar]
If you light that thing, I'll make you put it out in your eye.
I'd like to see you try.
Arseholes try. I just do. Put that out. [Harvey puts his cigar and match in his drink]
[The dealer passes out cards]
Okay, gentlemen, who's feeling lucky?
[takes his cards] All righty! What do we have this time? [Kilgrave looks at his cards]
You might want to work on that poker face.
What the hell? I'm all in. [places all of his cash in the middle of the table]
Frickin' weirdo. I'm out. [places his cards in the center]
What? Where are your balls?! Don't we all have balls here? [to the other women in the room] Ladies, tell us we all have balls.
[in unison] You all have balls!
See? You have balls, Harvey! So go all-in! [Kilgrave gives a death stare to Harvey. Harvey relents and pushes his money into the center] Man knows how to live. Tell you what, let's take a walk on the wild side. Let's have everybody go all-in. That all right? [All of the other players push their stacks of cash in] Yeeeeah! [drumrolls on the table] Now it's getting interesting! [to the dealer] Best estimate, where's the pot right now?
Just over a million dollars.
Yeah, that should do it. Let's make it really crazy: everybody, fold.
[All of the players except for Kilgrave promptly slide their cards into the center]
Oh! I guess that makes me the winner! [shows his cards: a seven of clubs and a two of hearts] And me with a deuce and a seven! [to an attendant] Will you pack this money for me? You'll be dining out on this story for years: the night you lost a million dollars to the worst hand you had ever seen. [laughs and gets up]
You're leaving? [Kilgrave tosses one of the stacks of money to the dealer]
For the luck. Thank you!
[Kilgrave leaves the table with his money. As he's walking out, Harvey steps in his way]
I don't know what just happened there. But you're gonna sit down and give us a shot to win our money back.
I've got a better idea: let's see how long it takes you to put your head through that post. Go on. [Kilgrave leaves while Harvey starts banging his head against the wall]
The beauty of what he does is that nobody knows how he does this. It can't be explained, so it can't be believed.
It doesn't matter how he does it. It matters where, so I can catch him.
Are you high?
I wish.
You slept with me.
I didn't plan that. It just happened.
I prefer repression.
And self-medication.
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