Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I need to get paid for the Spheeris job now.

[Jessica] One, do something about it.

You have a level? I could hang this straight.

This guy have a name? A job?

See, now that sounded like flirting to me.

Picture the sign.

People do bad shit.

Well, I can tell by the residue on this bar

She's not missing, you know. She's just holed up with that guy.

I charge hourly, plus expenses.

We don't hold tickets.

- [cell phone ringing] - [man] And I just noticed

And that is why I have overlooked several complaints,

I’m a private investigator

So what else ya got, Sherlock?

They want to feel safe.

Other parties interested in Spheeris' property.

That quack that had me reciting street names from back home?

I don't get asked on a lot of second dates.

[people talking indistinctly]

- [door closes] - [door locks]

Okay, it's a MasterCard.

- No! Let me go! - [lamp clattering]

[breathing shakily]

But it takes time and distance, so we're both getting out of here.

Force of habit.

We just gave it to her for emergencies. But we raised her to be frugal.

Two hundred bucks for "Birch Street, Cobalt Lane, Bullshit Drive."

No, no. If you even touch me, I'll tell the world about you.

[Hogarth] You know, it's really about professionalism.

which shouldn't surprise them, but it does.

This whiskey's not good enough to put in a glass.

[Jessica] Knowing it's real means you gotta make a decision.

And leave a woman living alone in this city with no lock and no door?

So she was here.

Is Kilgrave here?

[Jessica] Tell me I'm getting off on ruining their already shitty lives.

[Malcolm grunts]