She-Hulk: Attorney at Law (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode #1.7 - full transcript
Your first case
is the parole of Emil Blonsky.
Also known as Abomination.
Jennifer Walters. Namaste.
Previously on She-Hulk...
The man you see before you
is not the same Emil Blonsky.
He plans to open a meditation retreat.
We hereby grant Mr. Blonsky's release
on parole, effective immediately.
Mr. Blonsky is prohibited from
turning into Abomination
and is ordered
to wear an inhibitor in perpetuity.
I'm Josh.
Jen.
My plan was to strike up a normal
conversation with a beautiful woman.
She-Hulk is amazing.
I just wanted to be amazing tonight.
I don't know. I think you're pretty great.
- Some of these are death threats.
- Best thing to do is ignore it.
Just let her live her life.
- Bye.
- I'll text you.
The client's insurance policy
covers acts of God.
Okay. Good night.
Sometimes in life,
you just gotta go for what you want.
And you are what I want.
Jen!
You didn't tell me you were nominated
for Female Lawyer of The Year.
Does this mean we get to go to a gala?
Hello? Oh, oh, are you going down
a rabbit hole on that Intelligencia site?
What? No.
I don't care what a bunch of losers
say about me online.
Can't even say it to my face
'cause they know they'd get Hulk-smashed.
- No, I'm waiting for a text from Josh.
- What? Okay. That's enough for you.
You need to set a limit
so you stop checking that.
- What about just hourly?
- No.
It's just the first 12 hours after you
sleep with someone for the first time.
It just feels icky.
You just gotta coast through it
without doing anything stupid.
Why can't he just text me back?
Why is that so hard?
There's no reason nowadays
to not respond to a text.
He could be in a meeting or at the movies.
There's weddings, funerals,
job interviews, silent retreats.
I hope he's at all of those today.
Hello?
Jennifer Walters.
Chuck Donelan.
Emil Blonsky's parole officer.
Chuck? How are you?
Um... I can't imagine you calling me
on a Sunday is good news.
Got that right.
We got a malfunction alert
on Blonsky's inhibitor.
Oh, did he turn into The Abomination?
We don't know,
so I gotta go up
to that wackadoo ranch of his.
Okay. Well, I'll check in with him.
Well, you have danced
right on over to why I called.
We don't have the resources
for a squad of uniforms to go with me,
so I was hoping you'd meet me there.
Just in case, you know...
In case The Abomination
decides not to cooperate.
Yeah. My chances of staying out of the ICU
would be much greater
- if I had a Hulk with me.
- Mmm-hmm.
I'm not interrupting your plans, am I?
No. Not at all. Nope.
I will see you there.
Great, 'cause the place is full of weirdos
and I don't wanna be...
Hey, Jen! Jen, Jen. Wait!
Wait, wait, wait. Jen, wait for me!
Hey, Jen.
Thanks, again, for doing this.
Yeah, I mean,
if he's violated his parole,
his lawyer should be here.
- Yeah.
- All right.
- No, Jen! Jen!
- Are you here? Blonsky!
You're honking your horn
at a ten-foot-tall lizard monster.
So, maybe, put on your green suit.
- Put on my green suit?
- Yeah.
Get big, Jolly Green yourself?
- What do you call it?
- Hulking out.
Okay. Good. Whatever.
Then, would you? Please?
It's definitely malfunctioning.
I don't know why.
Maybe you might've jostled it or...
Come to think of it, I did get a jolt
from an electric fence earlier,
but it was worth it
because my favorite chicken,
Princess Silk Feather, was stuck.
- Your favorite chicken?
- Yeah.
- Favorite chicken.
- Great.
Well, I have recalibrated your inhibitor
and she's good to go.
So, stay away
from the electric fence, maybe?
Then I won't have to make any more
scary trips up here.
Not that I don't like coming here.
- No.
- I just...
Yeah, come back any time.
He's always in such a hurry to leave.
Well, he thought he was
here to face The Abomination.
What about you then, Jen?
Um, I thought you worked hard
to get out of prison
and you'd be really dumb to go back in.
Aye, true that.
Sorry. I thought I heard a ding.
I've already wasted half a Sunday on this
expedition, so I'm gonna get moving.
Oh, my God!
Ah! Hey! What the hell?
Wait.
What the hell is going on?
It's just two men working
through their resentments
in a safe environment, Jen.
Sorry. It's my fault.
You know what?
Apologize to my Prius Prime with money.
I will apologize to your Prius,
if that'll make you feel better.
Brother Blonsky taught me a lot
about taking responsibility for my anger.
Man-Bull.
A weird lab experiment. Don't ask.
And I am El Águila.
And before you make assumptions,
no, I am not a matador.
That'd make
the two of us fighting pretty cliché, no?
Working through identity issues here.
- I don't have issues.
- All right.
I know exactly who I am.
I am a swashbuckler.
He says that like it's an occupation.
Waving a sword around isn't a job
unless you're a matador.
You see, to Man-Bull, El Águila represents
every person who's tried to, you know,
stab him in the, you know,
for being "an affront to nature."
Of which there are many.
- So many.
- Yeah.
This is so much unnecessary back story
to tell to someone
whose car you just destroyed.
I can't drive this.
How am I supposed to go home?
You know,
sometimes life presents a teacher
when there's a lesson to be learned.
Jen, think of this totally knackered
Prius Prime as your teacher.
Um, that was nothing.
You just said nothing
in response
- to a very straightforward question.
- Yeah.
Man-Bull? Give us a push
to the garage, would you?
Do I look like a mechanic?
My name is Man-Bull.
Not Mechanical-Bull.
Wow. How long have you been
waiting to say that?
- That felt very forced.
- You, too?
I think it's fantastic news
that the tow truck won't get here
until later today.
How is that fantastic news?
Well, it means that
you can spend some time here.
You know, relax.
Is there no cell reception here?
No. Okay, so, over there is the Wood Lodge
where I offer
private spiritual consultation
and life-coaching.
It's exclusive
to our Platinum Circle members.
- Hi, Princess. So cute.
- Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
- You got a text.
- Did I?
- Yeah.
- Where? Very funny.
In our ceremonial sweat yurt,
we integrate the past
and the present into one being.
So, what do you say? Pick you up in 20?
I'm not sweating it out in a yurt today.
I need to get some work done.
So, if you could get me
a desk and some Wi-Fi.
It's a bit of a hard ask,
I'm afraid, on the Wi-Fi front.
We don't carry it as a policy.
You know, distractions from the outside
and all that.
And you have no reception
anywhere, either.
This isn't how I want to spend my day.
Maybe it's how you need to spend your day.
I'm gonna find a signal.
Clearly, you're not
in a teachable mood right now
and I do respect that. So...
I'm around if you need me.
Oh, hell, yes.
Jen! You remember El Águila and Man-Bull?
- Uh-huh.
- This is Porcupine. He's a porcupine.
And Saracen thinks he's a vampire.
Wow, this is quite a group.
- You're welcome to join.
- I'll pass.
I'm just gonna work over here
in the one square meter
of this property
that actually has reception.
Okay.
Last session, we really explored
Alejandro's struggles with his identity.
Just because I am Spanish
and I have a flair for the style,
people constantly assume
that I am a matador.
It's dehumanizing.
Spanish is a language,
not a nationality, so...
You've never heard of Spain?
It's not your fault,
but those attributes make me
see you as a matador.
And, well, that's triggering for me.
I did do some
light matadoring in college.
Oh, my God! Dude, what?
We do have to guard
against codependency here.
- We are not codependents.
- Interesting.
What do you think, Man-Bull?
Our relationship...
I'm asking Man-Bull.
I'd like to say something.
Great.
Saracen.
They have been spending
a lot of time together.
I'm feeling like maybe it's not healthy.
Mmm. Unhealthy. I called that, too.
I'm sorry. Porcupine,
you wanna share something?
No, thanks.
Now, remember how we talked
about vulnerability
and how important it is to the process?
Yes. Yeah.
How taking your suit off
would be a great first step?
Uh-huh. Yeah.
Yeah?
You wanna do that today?
I just feel safer with it on. Thank you.
Whoo-whee!
Sorry, I'm late.
I lost track of time in the yurt.
- No way.
- Jen.
I needed it though.
I was hurtin' for a yurtin'.
That guy is here? You probably
don't even remember who he is.
Tell me they previously on'd him.
I don't care. We're doing it again.
Previously on this guy!
If you're gonna strut around
showing off your powers,
you better be able to back it up.
I was visited
by a lot of feminine energy in there.
I think I was talking to my dead
grandmother, Rose.
Hard to tell when you're surfing
the yurt though. Right?
Oh, hey!
Jen! Jen! Jennifer!
Come on, I stacked those.
- It's cool. Let it go.
- I'm allowed to be angry!
- Whoa, whoa!
- This asshole and his friends
attacked me behind my apartment.
Yeah, Jennifer, darling,
I'm gonna need you
to sit in the calming chair now.
Right now.
The chair.
- You in trouble.
- Fine.
Once I'm out of there,
I'll rip this guy to shreds.
Hold on. That is not how we work through
our issues around here.
- Well, she's welcome to the circle.
- Okay.
- But she has to get her own chair.
- Okay.
I'd love to work through
our issues if you'll let me.
So, I realized real strength comes from
looking in the mirror and saying,
"Hey, man, I'm gonna work on me."
I didn't need a magic crowbar
to give me a false sense of power.
All it did was make me
and my boys act like idiots.
Rolling up on you like we were
some supervillains or something.
You attacked a woman four to one.
You absolutely were supervillains.
I hear you, Jen, and I take
radical accountability for my actions.
And I'm very sorry.
Oh, my God.
Seems like a breakthrough.
He's so sorry.
- Sarcasm.
- Wow.
Hennifer clearly has some stuff going on,
and she'd rather sit here,
getting her kicks,
listening to us, than working on herself.
I'm not getting my kicks. And I'm fine.
What?
You're not fine.
Flying into a rage.
Throwing people across the room.
- Into perfectly stacked chairs.
- Mmm-hmm.
Everyone else has shared.
So is there anything
you wanna get off your chest?
- No.
- Look at you.
You are glued to that thing.
I met a guy, Josh, at a wedding.
We went on a few dates.
I thought it was going great.
Then, I haven't heard from him.
Now I can't stop thinking about it. Okay?
- When was the last time you talked to him?
- Uh,
three nights ago when we...
Made love?
First off, ew.
No, when we'd slept together
for the first time.
- Another direct hit.
- Okay, are you two married?
- Come on.
- Codependency.
Yeah, actually, could you
switch seats with someone?
Anyone?
- It's feeling just a little unhealthy.
- Mmm-hmm.
Thank you.
So how many dates?
- Three.
- What was the last thing you texted him?
Um...
"That was fun. I can't stop smiling."
- Oh, God.
- Yikes.
- What?
- "I can't stop smiling"?
It is thirsty and a cliché.
You're thirsty and a cliché.
No, she did not just call me...
Bottom line. You said game on
and he didn't respond.
- That's not the last thing I texted him.
- I'm sorry, what?
Just now 'cause I was so worried
I hadn't heard from him in so long.
- He could be in a ditch somewhere.
- What did you do?
"Hey, getting a little worried.
Just wanna know you're okay."
Blushing smile emoji.
Why would you do that?
I don't know! I was freaking out, okay?
It's a real bad look.
I know it's a bad look, Man-Bull.
You don't have to point out my mistakes.
My mom does that.
We have to consider the very real
possibility that you were ghosted.
- Or he wanted your blood.
- No, not that.
Don't talk about blood.
We're not your dad.
Don't talk about my dad.
Hermanos, please.
Jen, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to talk so...
No.
I met him when I was Jen,
and he liked Jen.
He specifically didn't ask about She-Hulk.
You know in high-school that friend
you have that's like, cooler than you are?
Like, more attractive and athletic.
They get all the attention from everyone.
Hello.
Like, you think life would be
so much easier if I were that person,
and I can turn into that person
anytime I want to.
And everyone pays attention when I'm this.
Like, my colleagues, my boss, guys.
But it feels like cheating
because would they like me
if I didn't have all of this?
Like, if I was just Jen,
would the same guys who like She-Hulk
stick around for Jen?
Because some of them don't.
And that sucks for Jen
because Jen is great,
and no one cares when they're She-Hulk.
So, like, I meet this guy
who actually likes Jen,
and that just felt good
to know that, you know?
And then, he ghosts me and it sucks.
Screw this guy! Where does he live?
Let's kill him. He's gotta die.
Big men, please.
No. Man-Bull's correct.
Josh has made
an enemy of this entire group.
Tonight, we ride!
That's awesome!
Alejandro, you've been warned about using
bio-electricity in group before.
Sorry.
Let's find this Josh guy
and suck out all his blood.
Yes!
No, wait, guys! Wait! Jen is hurting,
and all we can offer her is violence?
Does anyone think
they could speak to Jen's pain
with the tools
that we've learned in the group?
Well, for one thing, I'd say
you can't control what others do.
It hurts when someone rejects us
because it reminds us
of the times we reject ourselves.
Maybe this Josh thing hurts so much
'cause you haven't been spending
enough time with Jen.
And that's a shame
because I bet Jen is pretty damn great...
- Yeah.
- ...and tasty.
Went off the rails.
- Somebody bail me out.
- Maybe...
just maybe this Josh isn't the only guy
who likes Jen Walters.
Maybe, there's a group of guys
right here
who would love to spend time
with Jen right now.
Okay, Jen.
Do you believe that this group
genuinely values the whole of you?
- I do.
- And there it is.
So maybe, you can stop using She-Hulk
as a protective shield
and trust us with Jen.
Yeah!
Great job.
I gotta say that felt really good.
Well...
Felt really good, Porcupine.
Oh, my God!
- It smells like a fart.
- Yeah.
- Feels really good.
- Oh, man.
How many hours a day
do you wear that mask, Papa?
- Why? Am I ashy?
- No, no, no.
Could you just leave the suit on
until we can get it dry cleaned?
Okay.
You know, Jen.
If Josh isn't spending time on Jen,
then Jen doesn't need
to be spending time on Josh.
Delete Josh's number
is what he's saying.
Oh.
- Delete it.
- Delete it.
- Delete it.
- Come on.
Delete it.
Really?
Delete it.
Delete it. Delete it.
Delete it. Delete it. Delete it.
Delete it. Delete it.
Okay. How do you feel? So much growth.
I can't believe I'm gonna say this,
but I'm hurtin' for a yurtin'.
Jen! I knew it. I told you!
I told you!
Have to say it's not so.
Guys, I will never forget
any of you, honestly.
Well, we made this for you.
Aw. "Bye, Jen. We love Jen and She-Hulk."
- We do.
- "The gang."
- That's nice.
- Says "gang" but it's not a literal gang.
Just make sure you make
that clear to the parole board.
Yeah, I will. Yeah.
- Okay.
- Bye.
- You got this.
- Take it easy.
- Sorry about the car again.
- That's okay.
- You stay out of trouble.
- Yeah. You, too, darlin'.
And Jen,
next time you think of Josh,
remember everyone we meet,
no matter how much they hurt you,
is a lesson learned.
Yeah. Despite those platitudes,
I am happy that I stuck around.
Feel free to come again.
Ooh, not till you get Wi-Fi.
- Okay.
- Come on.
is the parole of Emil Blonsky.
Also known as Abomination.
Jennifer Walters. Namaste.
Previously on She-Hulk...
The man you see before you
is not the same Emil Blonsky.
He plans to open a meditation retreat.
We hereby grant Mr. Blonsky's release
on parole, effective immediately.
Mr. Blonsky is prohibited from
turning into Abomination
and is ordered
to wear an inhibitor in perpetuity.
I'm Josh.
Jen.
My plan was to strike up a normal
conversation with a beautiful woman.
She-Hulk is amazing.
I just wanted to be amazing tonight.
I don't know. I think you're pretty great.
- Some of these are death threats.
- Best thing to do is ignore it.
Just let her live her life.
- Bye.
- I'll text you.
The client's insurance policy
covers acts of God.
Okay. Good night.
Sometimes in life,
you just gotta go for what you want.
And you are what I want.
Jen!
You didn't tell me you were nominated
for Female Lawyer of The Year.
Does this mean we get to go to a gala?
Hello? Oh, oh, are you going down
a rabbit hole on that Intelligencia site?
What? No.
I don't care what a bunch of losers
say about me online.
Can't even say it to my face
'cause they know they'd get Hulk-smashed.
- No, I'm waiting for a text from Josh.
- What? Okay. That's enough for you.
You need to set a limit
so you stop checking that.
- What about just hourly?
- No.
It's just the first 12 hours after you
sleep with someone for the first time.
It just feels icky.
You just gotta coast through it
without doing anything stupid.
Why can't he just text me back?
Why is that so hard?
There's no reason nowadays
to not respond to a text.
He could be in a meeting or at the movies.
There's weddings, funerals,
job interviews, silent retreats.
I hope he's at all of those today.
Hello?
Jennifer Walters.
Chuck Donelan.
Emil Blonsky's parole officer.
Chuck? How are you?
Um... I can't imagine you calling me
on a Sunday is good news.
Got that right.
We got a malfunction alert
on Blonsky's inhibitor.
Oh, did he turn into The Abomination?
We don't know,
so I gotta go up
to that wackadoo ranch of his.
Okay. Well, I'll check in with him.
Well, you have danced
right on over to why I called.
We don't have the resources
for a squad of uniforms to go with me,
so I was hoping you'd meet me there.
Just in case, you know...
In case The Abomination
decides not to cooperate.
Yeah. My chances of staying out of the ICU
would be much greater
- if I had a Hulk with me.
- Mmm-hmm.
I'm not interrupting your plans, am I?
No. Not at all. Nope.
I will see you there.
Great, 'cause the place is full of weirdos
and I don't wanna be...
Hey, Jen! Jen, Jen. Wait!
Wait, wait, wait. Jen, wait for me!
Hey, Jen.
Thanks, again, for doing this.
Yeah, I mean,
if he's violated his parole,
his lawyer should be here.
- Yeah.
- All right.
- No, Jen! Jen!
- Are you here? Blonsky!
You're honking your horn
at a ten-foot-tall lizard monster.
So, maybe, put on your green suit.
- Put on my green suit?
- Yeah.
Get big, Jolly Green yourself?
- What do you call it?
- Hulking out.
Okay. Good. Whatever.
Then, would you? Please?
It's definitely malfunctioning.
I don't know why.
Maybe you might've jostled it or...
Come to think of it, I did get a jolt
from an electric fence earlier,
but it was worth it
because my favorite chicken,
Princess Silk Feather, was stuck.
- Your favorite chicken?
- Yeah.
- Favorite chicken.
- Great.
Well, I have recalibrated your inhibitor
and she's good to go.
So, stay away
from the electric fence, maybe?
Then I won't have to make any more
scary trips up here.
Not that I don't like coming here.
- No.
- I just...
Yeah, come back any time.
He's always in such a hurry to leave.
Well, he thought he was
here to face The Abomination.
What about you then, Jen?
Um, I thought you worked hard
to get out of prison
and you'd be really dumb to go back in.
Aye, true that.
Sorry. I thought I heard a ding.
I've already wasted half a Sunday on this
expedition, so I'm gonna get moving.
Oh, my God!
Ah! Hey! What the hell?
Wait.
What the hell is going on?
It's just two men working
through their resentments
in a safe environment, Jen.
Sorry. It's my fault.
You know what?
Apologize to my Prius Prime with money.
I will apologize to your Prius,
if that'll make you feel better.
Brother Blonsky taught me a lot
about taking responsibility for my anger.
Man-Bull.
A weird lab experiment. Don't ask.
And I am El Águila.
And before you make assumptions,
no, I am not a matador.
That'd make
the two of us fighting pretty cliché, no?
Working through identity issues here.
- I don't have issues.
- All right.
I know exactly who I am.
I am a swashbuckler.
He says that like it's an occupation.
Waving a sword around isn't a job
unless you're a matador.
You see, to Man-Bull, El Águila represents
every person who's tried to, you know,
stab him in the, you know,
for being "an affront to nature."
Of which there are many.
- So many.
- Yeah.
This is so much unnecessary back story
to tell to someone
whose car you just destroyed.
I can't drive this.
How am I supposed to go home?
You know,
sometimes life presents a teacher
when there's a lesson to be learned.
Jen, think of this totally knackered
Prius Prime as your teacher.
Um, that was nothing.
You just said nothing
in response
- to a very straightforward question.
- Yeah.
Man-Bull? Give us a push
to the garage, would you?
Do I look like a mechanic?
My name is Man-Bull.
Not Mechanical-Bull.
Wow. How long have you been
waiting to say that?
- That felt very forced.
- You, too?
I think it's fantastic news
that the tow truck won't get here
until later today.
How is that fantastic news?
Well, it means that
you can spend some time here.
You know, relax.
Is there no cell reception here?
No. Okay, so, over there is the Wood Lodge
where I offer
private spiritual consultation
and life-coaching.
It's exclusive
to our Platinum Circle members.
- Hi, Princess. So cute.
- Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
- You got a text.
- Did I?
- Yeah.
- Where? Very funny.
In our ceremonial sweat yurt,
we integrate the past
and the present into one being.
So, what do you say? Pick you up in 20?
I'm not sweating it out in a yurt today.
I need to get some work done.
So, if you could get me
a desk and some Wi-Fi.
It's a bit of a hard ask,
I'm afraid, on the Wi-Fi front.
We don't carry it as a policy.
You know, distractions from the outside
and all that.
And you have no reception
anywhere, either.
This isn't how I want to spend my day.
Maybe it's how you need to spend your day.
I'm gonna find a signal.
Clearly, you're not
in a teachable mood right now
and I do respect that. So...
I'm around if you need me.
Oh, hell, yes.
Jen! You remember El Águila and Man-Bull?
- Uh-huh.
- This is Porcupine. He's a porcupine.
And Saracen thinks he's a vampire.
Wow, this is quite a group.
- You're welcome to join.
- I'll pass.
I'm just gonna work over here
in the one square meter
of this property
that actually has reception.
Okay.
Last session, we really explored
Alejandro's struggles with his identity.
Just because I am Spanish
and I have a flair for the style,
people constantly assume
that I am a matador.
It's dehumanizing.
Spanish is a language,
not a nationality, so...
You've never heard of Spain?
It's not your fault,
but those attributes make me
see you as a matador.
And, well, that's triggering for me.
I did do some
light matadoring in college.
Oh, my God! Dude, what?
We do have to guard
against codependency here.
- We are not codependents.
- Interesting.
What do you think, Man-Bull?
Our relationship...
I'm asking Man-Bull.
I'd like to say something.
Great.
Saracen.
They have been spending
a lot of time together.
I'm feeling like maybe it's not healthy.
Mmm. Unhealthy. I called that, too.
I'm sorry. Porcupine,
you wanna share something?
No, thanks.
Now, remember how we talked
about vulnerability
and how important it is to the process?
Yes. Yeah.
How taking your suit off
would be a great first step?
Uh-huh. Yeah.
Yeah?
You wanna do that today?
I just feel safer with it on. Thank you.
Whoo-whee!
Sorry, I'm late.
I lost track of time in the yurt.
- No way.
- Jen.
I needed it though.
I was hurtin' for a yurtin'.
That guy is here? You probably
don't even remember who he is.
Tell me they previously on'd him.
I don't care. We're doing it again.
Previously on this guy!
If you're gonna strut around
showing off your powers,
you better be able to back it up.
I was visited
by a lot of feminine energy in there.
I think I was talking to my dead
grandmother, Rose.
Hard to tell when you're surfing
the yurt though. Right?
Oh, hey!
Jen! Jen! Jennifer!
Come on, I stacked those.
- It's cool. Let it go.
- I'm allowed to be angry!
- Whoa, whoa!
- This asshole and his friends
attacked me behind my apartment.
Yeah, Jennifer, darling,
I'm gonna need you
to sit in the calming chair now.
Right now.
The chair.
- You in trouble.
- Fine.
Once I'm out of there,
I'll rip this guy to shreds.
Hold on. That is not how we work through
our issues around here.
- Well, she's welcome to the circle.
- Okay.
- But she has to get her own chair.
- Okay.
I'd love to work through
our issues if you'll let me.
So, I realized real strength comes from
looking in the mirror and saying,
"Hey, man, I'm gonna work on me."
I didn't need a magic crowbar
to give me a false sense of power.
All it did was make me
and my boys act like idiots.
Rolling up on you like we were
some supervillains or something.
You attacked a woman four to one.
You absolutely were supervillains.
I hear you, Jen, and I take
radical accountability for my actions.
And I'm very sorry.
Oh, my God.
Seems like a breakthrough.
He's so sorry.
- Sarcasm.
- Wow.
Hennifer clearly has some stuff going on,
and she'd rather sit here,
getting her kicks,
listening to us, than working on herself.
I'm not getting my kicks. And I'm fine.
What?
You're not fine.
Flying into a rage.
Throwing people across the room.
- Into perfectly stacked chairs.
- Mmm-hmm.
Everyone else has shared.
So is there anything
you wanna get off your chest?
- No.
- Look at you.
You are glued to that thing.
I met a guy, Josh, at a wedding.
We went on a few dates.
I thought it was going great.
Then, I haven't heard from him.
Now I can't stop thinking about it. Okay?
- When was the last time you talked to him?
- Uh,
three nights ago when we...
Made love?
First off, ew.
No, when we'd slept together
for the first time.
- Another direct hit.
- Okay, are you two married?
- Come on.
- Codependency.
Yeah, actually, could you
switch seats with someone?
Anyone?
- It's feeling just a little unhealthy.
- Mmm-hmm.
Thank you.
So how many dates?
- Three.
- What was the last thing you texted him?
Um...
"That was fun. I can't stop smiling."
- Oh, God.
- Yikes.
- What?
- "I can't stop smiling"?
It is thirsty and a cliché.
You're thirsty and a cliché.
No, she did not just call me...
Bottom line. You said game on
and he didn't respond.
- That's not the last thing I texted him.
- I'm sorry, what?
Just now 'cause I was so worried
I hadn't heard from him in so long.
- He could be in a ditch somewhere.
- What did you do?
"Hey, getting a little worried.
Just wanna know you're okay."
Blushing smile emoji.
Why would you do that?
I don't know! I was freaking out, okay?
It's a real bad look.
I know it's a bad look, Man-Bull.
You don't have to point out my mistakes.
My mom does that.
We have to consider the very real
possibility that you were ghosted.
- Or he wanted your blood.
- No, not that.
Don't talk about blood.
We're not your dad.
Don't talk about my dad.
Hermanos, please.
Jen, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to talk so...
No.
I met him when I was Jen,
and he liked Jen.
He specifically didn't ask about She-Hulk.
You know in high-school that friend
you have that's like, cooler than you are?
Like, more attractive and athletic.
They get all the attention from everyone.
Hello.
Like, you think life would be
so much easier if I were that person,
and I can turn into that person
anytime I want to.
And everyone pays attention when I'm this.
Like, my colleagues, my boss, guys.
But it feels like cheating
because would they like me
if I didn't have all of this?
Like, if I was just Jen,
would the same guys who like She-Hulk
stick around for Jen?
Because some of them don't.
And that sucks for Jen
because Jen is great,
and no one cares when they're She-Hulk.
So, like, I meet this guy
who actually likes Jen,
and that just felt good
to know that, you know?
And then, he ghosts me and it sucks.
Screw this guy! Where does he live?
Let's kill him. He's gotta die.
Big men, please.
No. Man-Bull's correct.
Josh has made
an enemy of this entire group.
Tonight, we ride!
That's awesome!
Alejandro, you've been warned about using
bio-electricity in group before.
Sorry.
Let's find this Josh guy
and suck out all his blood.
Yes!
No, wait, guys! Wait! Jen is hurting,
and all we can offer her is violence?
Does anyone think
they could speak to Jen's pain
with the tools
that we've learned in the group?
Well, for one thing, I'd say
you can't control what others do.
It hurts when someone rejects us
because it reminds us
of the times we reject ourselves.
Maybe this Josh thing hurts so much
'cause you haven't been spending
enough time with Jen.
And that's a shame
because I bet Jen is pretty damn great...
- Yeah.
- ...and tasty.
Went off the rails.
- Somebody bail me out.
- Maybe...
just maybe this Josh isn't the only guy
who likes Jen Walters.
Maybe, there's a group of guys
right here
who would love to spend time
with Jen right now.
Okay, Jen.
Do you believe that this group
genuinely values the whole of you?
- I do.
- And there it is.
So maybe, you can stop using She-Hulk
as a protective shield
and trust us with Jen.
Yeah!
Great job.
I gotta say that felt really good.
Well...
Felt really good, Porcupine.
Oh, my God!
- It smells like a fart.
- Yeah.
- Feels really good.
- Oh, man.
How many hours a day
do you wear that mask, Papa?
- Why? Am I ashy?
- No, no, no.
Could you just leave the suit on
until we can get it dry cleaned?
Okay.
You know, Jen.
If Josh isn't spending time on Jen,
then Jen doesn't need
to be spending time on Josh.
Delete Josh's number
is what he's saying.
Oh.
- Delete it.
- Delete it.
- Delete it.
- Come on.
Delete it.
Really?
Delete it.
Delete it. Delete it.
Delete it. Delete it. Delete it.
Delete it. Delete it.
Okay. How do you feel? So much growth.
I can't believe I'm gonna say this,
but I'm hurtin' for a yurtin'.
Jen! I knew it. I told you!
I told you!
Have to say it's not so.
Guys, I will never forget
any of you, honestly.
Well, we made this for you.
Aw. "Bye, Jen. We love Jen and She-Hulk."
- We do.
- "The gang."
- That's nice.
- Says "gang" but it's not a literal gang.
Just make sure you make
that clear to the parole board.
Yeah, I will. Yeah.
- Okay.
- Bye.
- You got this.
- Take it easy.
- Sorry about the car again.
- That's okay.
- You stay out of trouble.
- Yeah. You, too, darlin'.
And Jen,
next time you think of Josh,
remember everyone we meet,
no matter how much they hurt you,
is a lesson learned.
Yeah. Despite those platitudes,
I am happy that I stuck around.
Feel free to come again.
Ooh, not till you get Wi-Fi.
- Okay.
- Come on.