Cage drops the money at Killgrave's feet. They are now at the reservoir with the derelict building off to the side and the truck in the back. Killgrave opens the bag and begins sifting through the money. "This should do it," he says aloud. Cage blinks as the purple spots begin to disappear from Killgrave. He regains consciousness, his view slightly blurry as Killgrave comes into focus. He wastes no time and lunges, wrapping his hands around his throat. "Get your hands off me," Killgrave finally takes an angrier tone as he places his hands over Cage's. Cage is taken over once again and lets go, allowing Killgrave to cough and wheeze as he struggles to catch his breath. "I should be more careful next time," he tells Cage playfully, "Now,... why don't you cool off. Take a swim." Cage walks past Killgrave and steps toward the edge of the reservoir. Below him, water rushes out of drains and into a concrete ravene. Cage doesn't look down. He takes a step and drops, falling head first into the ravene and disappearing in the rushing water.

Jessica Jones sits by her phone, waiting for a call from Luke that never comes. Finally, she picks up and dials with the call going directly to voice mail, "Hey, this is the number for Luke Cage's Hero For Hire. I'm not able to answer your call right now but if you -," she hangs up. The next day, she is at her desk in The Pulse. One of her editors rushes to her desk, "Jessica, did you hear what happened at Roxxon last night?"

"No, what?"

"Somehow, there was an explosion. Killed the manager of their research division."

"Oh God. Do they know who else was involved?"

"Not yet, but we need someone to get out there."

"Ok, I'll... I'll get right on it."

She stands up, her expression worried. She does not get far before two men in suits walk up to her. "Jessica Jones?," one of them asks.

"Yes?"

"I'm Detective Gerran with the NYPD. This is Detective Rawlings."

"Um, I was just on my way out, what can I do for you?"

"We understand your boyfriend is Luke Cage, is that correct?"

She sits down, "Yes?"

"Do you realize he is wanted for robbing a bank last night? Stole about 5 million dollars in cash."

"What? No, he - he wouldn't do that. There must be some mistake."

"A lot of our boys saw him last night. Not too many people in this city who can withstand gunfire and tip over squad cars."

"Come on, this is crazy. He's done a lot of work with law enforcement. You know he wouldn't do that."

"Well, Ms. Jones, we're hoping that's the case. One way or another, we need to bring him in for questioning. Do you know his current whereabouts?"

"No,... He was actually supposed to call last night and never did," she becomes even more worried, "Something must've happened to him."

The detectives hand her their cards, "Well, if you learn anything, give us a call."

"Uh,... Yeah. Th-Thank you."

Killgrave opens the door to the derelict building, now finding it filled with workstations, lights, lab equipment, and the chemicals taken from Roxxon. He steps inside and is followed by a group of men. "These are your workstations, gentlemen. It's a bit more upscale compared to your drug labs but I hope you won't be too intimidated." They all go to their stations and sit down, ready to work. "This guy's a freak," one of them whispers. Another one turns to him, "As long as the pay is good." Killgrave rolls up his sleeve and places his arm on a table. There, he takes a scalpel and places it against his forearm. "The things we have to do for science," he says, then flinches as he cuts.

Outside the Roxxon Pharmaceutical building, Jason Quartermaster stands behind a PR rep as he makes a statement to the press.

"As you may have heard," he begins, "We have lost one of our best and brightest last night in what we suspect was a deliberate attack. Johnathan Hale, one of our top executives, lost his life after staying late for a meeting. This came only days after an equally mysterious break in at one of our plants. Mr. Quartermaster has guaranteed that the company will be working closely with law enforcement to ensure whoever is responsible for these recent atrocities will be brought to justice."

A reporter speaks up, "Is there any truth to the rumor that your company had recently hired Luke Cage? A man now suspected for robbery and assaulting police officers?"

"Yes, it is true that Mr. Hale contacted Mr. Cage recently. As we understand it, Luke Cage's whereabouts are currently unknown."

Jessica Jones stands in the crowd, listening to the PR rep's statements. After the conference, she follows Jason Quartermaster as he gets into his limo. "Mr. Quartermaster, can I have a word?". "The conference is over," he tells her as men in black suits quickly block her way, "Next time, try to present your questions to our PR Department. That's what we hire them for."

"What the hell do you know about Luke Cage?," she shouts as she pushed past the men in black suits.

"Excuse me?," he stops and turns to her while waving off the men in black.

"You were talking about a supposed attack on your company, then you suddenly start talking about Luke Cage's supposed involvement in a robbery that hasn't even been released to the press yet. How would you know any of that and why would you bring it up in the same breath as these attacks? What were you implying?"

"Did you not see the reporter? He asked us about Luke Cage. Why not go find him and ask that question?"

"Your company has been known to use plants."

"Let's say for the moment, that reporter was paid to ask that question. What could we possible gain form that?"

"A bunch of legitimate reporters hear about Luke Cage's supposed bank robbery at the same conference as a mysterious attack on your company. It implies there's a connection. It almost seems as though you want people to assume Luke Cage attacked you without making the statement yourselves."

"What do you want from me?"

"I want to know what happened to Luke Cage."

"I honestly don't know."

"I bet you know who does."

Quartermaster approaches, "Ms. Jones, " he begins making sure she knows he recognizes her, "You ask too many questions, even for a reporter and the unfortunate thing about people who ask too many questions is that they never know when to shut up. It could lead to all sorts of trouble." He quickly gets in his limo and they drive away, leaving Jessica alone.