Jessica Jones · Season 1
So, why the shitty day?
[sighs] My ex. Using my kid against me.
Well, there's a saying in my business: "Where there's an ex, there's always a why."
I'm not one of your clients.
You're right, it's none of my business.
[sighs] Well I wasn't a good husband. We were too young. I fooled around on her.
You don't have to tell me.
It was a long time ago. It's got nothing to do with the kind of father I am today.
Okay.
Just trying to start again here.
[Jessica enters the office and sighs]
Morning.
What is that supposed to mean?
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?
How about you use some of those skills I've taught you to do something useful?
How did you know he was gonna be at the club?
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]
That's my Birkin bag. You trashy little skank. After everything that I've done.
I know what this is prescribed for.
That is none of your business.
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.
So? You want to join the Ice Bucket Challenge? Throw me a fund-raiser? Get the hell out.
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.
The line keeps moving. And I keep stepping over it. How far is too far? And will there ever be a way back?
I have class first thing in the morning.
Skip it. You won't flunk out for missing one class.
I will if we have house parties every night.
I'll get you a goddamn tutor.
I need to study!
You know what, Jess? I am proud of myself tonight, even if you aren't. I want to be with my friends.
You think they're your friends? They're just leeches, sucking your money, your booze, your food...
And you're not? Why don't you pay your own goddamn tuition?
Because you insisted.
And your own goddamn rent, instead of mooching off me.
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.
That's great. That's just great.
That was your mom?
Trying to force me to be a goddamn plumber.
That's random.
It's my brother's business.
Well, did you tell her about your club?
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.
You could always pretend they died in a car accident.
Damn, you're dark, babe.
Better than feeling shit on.
Do you pretend Trish died in a car accident, too?
Plane crash, and only when I'm tempted to call her. Pass the cereal.
Why not just call her? Better than pretending she's dead. That's messed up.
I'm messed up. I thought that was obvious.
It's been a month since you've seen Trish, right?
She doesn't need me hanging around.
What about what you need?
When did this become about me and Trish?
I don't know, I mean Your sister lives just across town, and I've never even met her.
Well, it's not like you invited me home for Sunday dinner.
Fine. We'll go meet my parents, you'll introduce me to Trish, and we'll be one big, shitty family.
Where is she now?
I don't know specifically.
You're not in contact with her?
Contact would require communication skills on her part.
Um... well, she always was a moody little shit. [chuckles] So you have no idea where I could find her?
Well, I hear she's shacking up with some bartender, and apparently, he's bad news.
Meaning what? Is he hurting her?
Honey, I'd be more worried about him.
I'm glad she can take care of herself.
That's putting it mildly. You know, I gave her everything she could want, and she gave me nothing but disrespect and ingratitude.
And everyone around me dies.
Not me. I'm gonna live forever.
You won't if you don't get help.
I'm good.
Yeah? I've been calling you for 24 hours. Where were you?
I was rehearsing for my tour.
You were high.
[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]
Step one, eleven more to go.
[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?
No. [slaps Alisa to the ground]
Whether the cops catch him or I do, one way or another, he's gonna pay.
Trust me, [sighs] living with me for the last 12 years, he's paid plenty.
How did someone like you end up on the streets?
Someone like me? [chuckles]
You're smart, capable, attractive, a professional nurse.
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.
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.
Our lives just weren't the storybook bullshit you seem to think they were. That's all.
Well, there were parts of it that seemed pretty perfect to me. Christmases, Thanksgiving, that weird marshmallow thing you made with yams.
[chuckles] Yeah, not even I can ruin what is essentially a vat of marshmallows, butter and sugar. [pause] What?
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.
Okay, okay. Don't get your panties in a bunch.
Our "panties"? Grown goddamn women don't wear panties. We wear underwear!
Just tell me what's going on in that head of yours.
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.
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.
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