Jessica Jones (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - AKA I Want Your Cray Cray - full transcript

Flashbacks shed new light on the aftermath of the family's car accident and reveal a painful turning point in Jessica's adult life.

I always hated Florida.

But our marriage counselor
suggested the trip.

She said it would be
a bonding opportunity.

In a split second,

I lost everyone.

I lost myself.

Oh, welcome back to the world, sugar.

Strong heart. That's good.

Doctor's on his way.

Oh, honey, you need to lie down.

Now, come on, it's late.

You're gonna need lots of rest.
Doctor's orders.

Oh, God...

Try to stay calm for me.

What have you done to me?

You're all right.
You even standing here is a miracle.

Now, come on, let's get you back to bed.

God in heaven!

Get away from me!


Alisa, no. Stop.


That's Jessica.

You don't wanna hurt her.

I'll make this better. I can fix it.

Look at how far she's come.
It's unreal.

Well, she's not attacking people.
That's progress.

It's more than progress.
We're talking major breakthrough.

Until something angers her.

- Why do we keep putting her through this?
- Because we are so close.

Look, everything has a risk.

Once I figure out a drug protocol
and an effective behavioral therapy,

she'll be...

You're back.

How you feeling?

Pretty strung out, right?

You remember who I am?

That's cool.

You've been unconscious for a while.
Memory loss is normal.

I'm Karl Malus. I'm your doctor.

Your biogeneticist, to be specific.

Dr. Leslie Hansen,
trauma surgeon par excellence.

You're in a gen tech clinic.

Genetic technology.

Why am I here?

We saved your life.

Totally impossible anywhere else.

You're lucky that Dr. Hansen found you
and transferred you here.

What are you doing to me?

That's just a precaution
until your condition stabilizes.

They're not too tight, are they?

You've had some muscle atrophy,

but far less
than the average comatose patient.

Amazing, really.

How long have I been here?

It's been a while.

Five years.

- But you keep getting stronger all...
- Five?

What happened?


There was an accident.
You were badly hurt.

Oh, my God. My kids.

Where are my kids?
What happened to my kids?

- It's okay.
- Where are my kids?

Dr. Hansen, I got this.

- Where're my kids? Where's Brian?
- I'll handle it.

Dr. Hansen, give us a minute.
It's okay. I'll tell you everything.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Let's start with you.

When we got you,
you were pretty much a goner.

We had to induce a coma
after each treatment

to manage the side effects.

But the way you've come through it...

it's mind-blowing.

Come through what, exactly?

Cutting-edge genetic editing.

It stimulates healing
through cell regeneration.

Genetic editing?

- Rearranging DNA?
- Yeah. Right on.

The cells develop
a healthy new biological structure.

It's revolutionary,
and you're a part of it.


if my cells were different, then...

- I would be different.
- That's right.

Where was I injured?

You had significant bone and tissue damage
throughout your body.

Including severe facial trauma.

Show me.

Do my kids still look the same?

Where are my kids?

I have some...

- pretty hard news for you.
- No.

- No!
- I'm sorry.

- Brian and Phillip died in the accident.
- No. No!

- No, no!
- Jessica survived.

Jessica survived.

Her injuries were less severe.

She required far fewer interventions.
She made a full recovery.

I want to see my daughter!
Where's my daughter?

When you're better. When you're better.
When you're better.

She's all right. She's safe.
But you're not.

We're still treating complications
from your procedures.

You don't know me...


But I am actually trustworthy.

So, please, believe me...

Jessica is just fine.

She's just fine.

Yo, yo!
I'm about to drop it like it's hot, y'all!

With the music video world premiere,

this is Trish
with "I Want Your Cray Cray."

♪ Hey
I want your cray cray ♪

♪ I want your
I want your ♪

♪ Hey
I want your cray cray ♪

♪ I want your
I want your ♪

♪ Cray, cray, cray ♪

♪ I want your cray ♪

♪ Cray, cray, cray
I want your cray ♪

♪ Cray, cray, cray, cray, cray
I want your cray cray ♪

♪ Cray, cray, cray, cray
I want your cray cray ♪

♪ Cray, cray, cray, cray, cray
I want your cray ♪

♪ I want your
I want your ♪

♪ Hey
I want your cray cray ♪

♪ I want your
I want your ♪

♪ Hey
I want your cray cray ♪

♪ I want your
I want your ♪

♪ You know what I like ♪

♪ Hey
I want your cray cray ♪

♪ I want your
I want your ♪

♪ Hey
I want your cray cray ♪

♪ I want your
I want your ♪

♪ Cray, cray, cray, cray
Hey, yeah ♪

Oh, my God! Nailed it! You're a genius!

You guys are awesome!

Tastes like platinum. Definitely platinum.

Okay, who's drinking?

- Yeah. Let's go.
- Me! Oh, my gosh!


- I loved it!
- Thank you so much.

Excuse me. Thank you.

You know, you could pretend at least.

To like the video?

Hearing it at 200 decibels
doesn't improve the song.

That's so mean.

I just...
I've just heard it too many times.

Well, if you don't have any nice words...

I mean, anything nice to say, just...

you know, lie.

It got the It's Patsy theme song
out of my head, so there's that.

Jess, this is important.
My label thinks I could win a VMA.

And I'm sure that's great. Just...

don't drink the Kool-Aid.

Nope. I'm calling the shots. All of them.

If that were true,
you would be in college with me right now.

Was I supposed to turn down a record deal?

You were supposed
to avoid this bullshit.

Jess, a lot of people are working
because of me.

And maybe hearing some silly pop song
will make somebody smile.

I know. You're right.

- And that's good. It really is.
- I know it is.

It's really good.

Hey, yay!

That was so incredible.

Best party ever! Right, Jess?
You having fun?

I'm having bourbon.

Ignore her. Let's go to the bathroom.

Trish, come on.
You don't need any more of that shit.

I'm fine.


I don't do bubbly.

That chick's bitter.

I'm into it.

What the hell are you doing here?

Waiting for a highball.
And hello to you, too.

This is a private party.

There is no way Trish put you
on the guest list.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Haven't you done enough damage
to my family life?

You damaged that all on your own.

Yeah, well, if it wasn't for me,
Patsy wouldn't be where she is today.

You mean in the bathroom, getting high?

She's fine.

I just saw her perform last week.
She looked wonderful.

Look, there are a thousand bars
where you can get a highball.

I am here to support my client.

You haven't been Trish's agent in years.

I'm talking about Kourtney,
her backup dancer.

Voice like an angel.

After auto-tuning, of course.

She is very promising.

She doesn't have
Patsy's natural star quality,

but Patsy's special.


This is a VIP bracelet I'm wearing, right?

Yep. Matches your VIP eyes.

I'm assuming you know how
to pour a drink for a VIP.

I'm Trish's mother.

Still dining out on that, huh?

I thought you looked like her.

Let me take care of that drink for you.

Water of life. For the beautiful VIP.

Much better.

Thank you.

Jesus. Is snake charmer on your resume?

I can handle a little venom.

You should see some of the assholes
who come in here.

Fair warning, I'm one of those assholes.

Or so I've been told.

I doubt that somehow.

Mr. Stirling.

One second.

What'd I tell you about over-pouring?

Your breakage is higher
than any other bartender.

I'm cultivating loyal customers.

You're cultivating tips and ass.
Stick to the measurements.

What? You got a problem with that?

Just adding it to my list
of what not to do when I open my own club.

You can't even manage
to show up here on time,

let alone run a business.

Stick to the measurements.

Tell you what.

Take one more dig at me,
see how long I stick around.

- Is that a threat, asshole?
- Not anymore.



You can't just leave.

Well played.

Party at my place!


You were killin' it...

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.

See? All set.

That's great. That's just great.

- Trish, forget her. Let's go.
- You know what?

Don't call me when you're arrested
and you need bail.

And don't call me when you OD
and need a hospital.

God damn it.

Damn it.


Buy you a drink?


Dr. Malus is ready for ya.

- I don't want any more tests.
- I get that. I do.

Medical exam first thing in the morning,
not exactly the breakfast of champions.

All right, I'll rephrase that. I'm done.

- We still have work to do.
- No.

This is about perfecting your technology.
It is not about healing me.

Can't it be about both?

You still have too many side effects
from the procedures...

Experiments. Let's call a spade a spade.

Sure. But sometimes experiments
have random outcomes

that need to be remedied.

Such as my temper.

Such as your mood swings.

- Which you caused.
- Maybe.

Or maybe it was
the traumatic brain injury.

Or some combination.

But your strong emotions trigger a...

Trigger a dissociative disorder,
which I can control.

Which you will control
if I can get to the root of it.

Karl! I am gonna have
a real strong emotion right now

if you don't tell me where my daughter is.

You're right. You're right, it's time.

Take a seat.

I don't need the chair.

I do. For some readings.
Allow me to multitask.

Here we go.


Luanne, I've got that. Thank you.

Okay, blue for your eyes.

And the whites of your eyes.


Yeah. Wish we had one of these
in the family den.

Have I passed the small talk test?

No test.
I just like shooting the shit with you.



When we released her,

we knew your recovery was a long way away.

She needed a home.

We arranged for another family
to adopt her.

She has a new family?


Good. No, that's good.

And she's had a normal life, right?

You said she's not like me.

She didn't show any signs of it
when we discharged her.

So what aren't you telling me?

We didn't think you were gonna make it.

The experiments we did were illegal.

We had to declare your death
to save your life.

Jessica believes her entire
biological family died in that accident.

She thinks I'm dead?

Breathe, Alisa.

You lied to her?

To keep her safe.

- There's something dangerous inside you.
- No, I can control it!

That first day that you woke up,
you attacked her.

- No! No, I would never do that!
- Yes, yes, yes. You almost killed her.

- No! I don't believe you!
- Stay with me. Stay with me.

I want to see my daughter!
I want to see my daughter!

Stay with me.



I'm sorry. You can't see Jessica.

Not the way you are.

- Marie.
- No.

- Elizabeth.
- Uh-uh.

- Ginger.
- Seriously?

- You do have a middle name, right?
- It's private.

What happens if you were kidnapped?

How would I alert the media
if I don't know your middle name?

I will alert the media when I hang
the kidnappers by their nut sacks.


But most boyfriends know their
girlfriend's full name by this point.

Is that what we are now?

What do you think we are? Roommates?

With something on the side.

Which doesn't include knowing
your middle name, apparently.

Not knowing keeps
a healthy cushion of distance.

"Jessica Campbell Jones."

- Hmm.
- So much for my safety cushion.

I like a name with a nice hard consonant.

It was my mom's maiden name.


She's, uh...
She's kind of always with you.

Hey. I wanna get my roomie
something special.

Hi. What's up?


Why should I?

I'm not gonna talk to that asshole.
He treats me like shit.

He does, too.
Always looking down his nose at me.

And you encourage the prick.

Yes, you do. And I'm sick of it.

You need to just stay
the hell out of this.

That's... That's total bullshit.

All you ever say
is what a goddamn loser I am.

No. No. Don't have him call me.

Leave me the hell alone.

You need me to put the hurt on someone?

My mom is pissing me off.

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 shit 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.
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.



Come on.

I don't know. I didn't know what to do,
I just had to sit there.

Give me a second.

Yeah. I'll grab some drinks.

Know what I mean?

- You were perfect. You were great.
- It was justified.

So, I walk in there,

and there's just this crazy scene
going on.

I mean, come on.

Jess, what're you doing here?

- Are you okay?
- I'm awesome. Rehearsing for my club tour.

- We kick off in Miami.
- Detroit.


The "Cray Cray" tour. Gonna be bangin'.

You look like shit.

I'm just tired.
Rehearsals have been insane.

I have seen you circle the drain
too many times

- not to know what it looks like.
- I'm having fun. End of story.

How's school?

- I dropped out.
- What?

Yeah. See how easy it is
to quit something you can't handle?

I mean, I thought I was at least
going to college vicariously.

- Wait. Are those boots McQueen?
- Are they?

How many ATM's did you hit
on the way here?

What do you care? I'm feeding myself.
I'm paying my own rent.

I'm living with a guy
who doesn't think I'm a burden.

You're living with someone?

It's new.

Jess, that's huge!

I mean, does he, like, know about you?

All of it, and...

- he's still here.
- Wait. He's here, as in he's here-here?

Oh, my God! Well, I want to meet him!


- That guy?
- Yeah.

- Oh, my God! That guy's cute!
- Yeah.

Hi. Hi.


- Cristal, right?
- Right.

Trish, this is Stirling.

It is so great to meet you!

- What's up? I really dig your song.
- Thank you. Wait. I... I know you.

Yeah. I used to bartend here.
The owner and I had creative differences.

Meaning the owner is a dick.

And a lousy manager.

He seems to be doing all right.

No, trust me. Running a club is an art.
He never got that.

And I'm not just talking out of my ass.

"Club Alias." Catchy.

I'm opening up a spot in the East Village.

Two bars, table service,
great music, like yours.

In fact, I'm currently taking investors.

If you ever wanna expand your brand,
give me a call.

- I'll send you my business plan.
- For sure.

- Maybe...
- We gotta go. Bye.

- But you just got here.
- Nice to meet you.

Okay, what?

Is that why you wanted to meet her?
To get her money?

Hold on. Hey, it's not like that.

She already was calling me a freeloader.

I wasn't asking for a handout.
It's a business opportunity.

She's not gonna see it that way.

She will when she's making money off
of it.

Unless you think it's a bullshit idea.

I know it isn't.

Then you shouldn't be embarrassed
to offer it up to your family.

We don't need her.

We can get money whenever we want.
We can have anything.

A club, a car, a pony.

- You... You want to steal me a pony?
- Yeah, with an annoyingly cute name.

Come on. Let's go find a pony.

You ever seen a case like this before?

Babette, my dog.

She has a rage against bearded men.

Don't ask why. She's a rescue.
Just came that way.

All right.
I'm all set to change her. Keys?

- When did you give her her sedatives?
- Half hour ago.

- You see Dr. Malus' notes?
- 900 milligrams.

I thought it was a mistake.

That's a lot even for someone
three times her size.

Shoot, if it was up to me,
I'd keep this barracuda knocked out 24/7.

They said I'd get my own set of keys.

- I'll talk to admin.
- IGH can get real thrifty on you.

It's nice having just one patient
to worry about.

- We were so slammed in nursing school.
- Inez, wait.

- Where is she? Where's my little girl?
- Patsy Walker's family. They adopted her.


How is two orders of orange chicken
a snack?

Because anything after midnight
is considered a snack.

What? You just made that up.

Where you going with that food?



Do you like it?

It ain't no pony, but it'll do.

Whoa. What's this about?

It's the middle of the night, man.
This can't wait till morning?

We were in the neighborhood.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.
Are we interrupting date night?

What's going on?

Jess, this is Wyatt.

And Humpty and Dumpty?

Yo, check out my man Stirling.
You're finally gettin' that nice trim.

Not trim, and definitely not nice.

I'll hit you up in the morning, man.

Nah. Nah, man. It's been a year.
So, where the hell's my Club Alias at?

Dude, chill.
This is not the time to talk...

No. Where's my huge return on investment?
Where's my 50% of profits?

I'm not building a goddamn lemonade stand.

- This shit takes time.
- You had time.

It'll be worth the wait.

He already has a lead
on a spot on 9th and B.

It's the perfect location.
It's gonna be dope.

Yo, I hit a few snags, but, dude...

this club's for real.

I want my money. With interest.

Hey, back off, Wyatt!

Don't trip, man. I'm serious. We're close.

Yeah, but you're not close enough,

- Hey!
- Shut up, bitch.

Oh, shit. She's...

A bitch.

Yeah. Go. Let's go. Go!

Damn. That was...


You're my only family now.

I gotta protect that.

- Dry cleaning at 3:00.
- You got it.

Dorothy Walker?

- Who's asking?
- I'm Laura Patterson.

I am... I was Jessica Jones'
high school math teacher.

I was in the city.
I thought I'd try and reconnect with her.

With Jessica?

Connecting with people
is not her strong suit.

Well, I never got the chance
to give her my condolences

after what happened to her family,
so I just thought I'd check in.

She doesn't live with me anymore.

- Where is she now?
- I don't know specifically.

You're not in contact with her?

Contact would require communication skills
on her part.


Well, she always was a moody little shit.

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.

You must've seen something in her,
to take her in as your own daughter.

Well, my own daughter
isn't talking to me anymore.

So, clearly, I thought
I was a better mom than I was.

Maybe she's better off without me.

Bullshit. A daughter needs her mother.

Maybe I'll make a call.

See if I can find out where Jessica is.


- Turn on.
- Oh, there it goes!

Aw, darn it! What the hell?

- Come on.
- Hey, be careful.

Turn it on a little bit more.

Come on.

- Oh. Sorry, lady.
- Heat's brutal, huh?

- Yeah, we're dying.
- It's so hot.

- Thanks!
- Thank you, lady!

There you go.

- What took you so long?
- I lost my stupid keys.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- What's up?
- Come on!

- You get started already?
- Yeah.

Yes, you did.

- I've had five.
- Yeah, I'm over you already.

- I'm not even drunk yet.
- That doesn't surprise me somehow.

Just a water, please.

I have to go to the ladies' room.

Ah, shit.

Everything all right?

You don't happen
to have a tampon, do you?

Uh, yeah. Just a sec.

Sometimes carrying a purse
would come in handy.

You don't have one?

Not since I was eight.

I almost strangled myself
when the strap got caught on a doorknob.

Uh, here you go.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

I owe you a drink.

I'd like that. I'll be at the bar.

I wanna talk to you.
We could step outside...

No, I'm not...

- Dude, let go of my arm.
- I'm not gonna hit you.

- All right. All right.
- That's what I thought.

We got interrupted last time
we hung out.

You want your money back?
I'll get it. Your loss.

Yo. Chill the hell out. All right?
No one's here to mess with you, okay?

I'm willing to forgive what you owe me.

- In exchange for what?
- Your girl.

I mean, she threw down with three dudes
packing heat. She's strong.

What else can she do?
Is she fast? Can she fly?

'Cause, I mean, these are talents
that I can use in my other business.

Look, we...
we got a couple jobs coming up.

They might get a little messy. So...

You want Jessica to be your muscle.


What do you mean by messy?

She can handle the dirty work.

You think you can
persuade her, huh?

She loves me, dude.
She'll do anything I ask her to.

- That's my man!
- One condition.

I get a quarter of whatever you collect.

Yeah, all right.

Hey, do you know where Stirling went?


- All right.
- Let's go.

You lost, lady?

What the hell?

You don't get to screw her over
and then just walk away.

- What are you talking...
- Jessica thinks you love her.

- You were listening?
- She is not your whore to pimp out!

You are way off-base.

- I was getting them off my back.
- You liar!

- Who the hell are you?
- I'm her mother!



Oh, God!



Somebody help us!

Stirling. Stirling, don't...

Somebody help!


Somebody help!

You back to rag on Trish again?
'Cause she's not in the mood.

- Where is she?
- Can't you just send her a text?

Hey. She'll be out in a minute.

Get out of my way.

Get out!

It's not a big deal. This guy hooked us up
with some amazing shit.

Don't look at me like that.

Are you doing this for drugs?

- No, he was just being nice, so...
- You deaf? Get the hell out.

It was just a thank you.

Hey. Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey.

- Get your skeevy hands off her.
- You're interrupting.

Gus, leave her alone.

- You wanted to get on your knees.
- Just go away, all right? Go away!


Call me a bitch again.
Compare me to a dog.

An animal that you can kick and collar.

Say it.


Redefine the word, dickhead.


I wish I got a chance
to know Stirling better.

Me, too.

I just can't get that image of him
out of my brain.

I mean, do they know who did it?

The cops arrested those guys
that were harassing him.

They saw them leave the bar with him.

Would've felt better
to kick their asses yourself.

I did kick their asses.

Maybe that's why they did this to him.


they did this because they're murderers.

And everyone around me dies.

Not me.

I'm gonna live forever.

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

I'm good.


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

- I was rehearsing for my tour.
- You were high.

They're not mutually exclusive.

I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.

Because I was high.

Because I'm an addict.

- Step one. Eleven more to go.
- After my tour.

You won't survive the tour.

- A lot of people are depending on me.
- You need help.

Well, you're in no shape to give it.

I know.

But your mom is.

Jess, no. I...

You're better off with her
right now, okay?

At least she'll take you back to rehab.

I'm not leaving you alone.

I'll be more alone if you die.

Well, can we just...

can we just sit here for a while?

Oh, shit.

Call security.

Karl, stay back.

She's okay. She's calm.

- Then let's bring in Kozlov.
- No!

I won't be a part of this.

I've been worried out of my skull.

I found Jessica.

Is she okay?

I have to stay away from her.

- I can't live like this.
- Yes, you can.

We'll find a solution.

I killed people.

Your nurses.

It's not your fault.

The way you are, I did that.

I did this to you.

This is all on me.

But I promise. I... I promise you...

I'll make you well enough
to see Jessica again.

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?