Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But you are Jessica Jones, private investigator?

Not that I'm complaining.

- Is she gifted? - A gifted athlete, maybe.

What's wrong? You sound funny. Is it... Is it Hope?

I need to make a stop uptown. 59th and Fifth.

She doesn't have a level, Bob.

Yeah. Yes. Hi, I was just...

Look, she met a guy. Case solved.

Look, if you're gonna call me volatile or whatever else,

Honey, Hope's not missing if she still calls us once a week.

Severe concussion, some permanent brain damage.

Got anything for me?

We should go. We'll be late for our reservation.

But remember I told you he had that one month anniversary night?

- How good? - A natural.

- Come on, come on. - No, no, no!

You saw him die.

You're not protecting me. You need my methods.

I know one thing, you are far better equipped

What did he say?

You work this late so you can return calls without actually reaching people.

There'll be nowhere to hide.

I want you to say it.

[exhales sharply]

Oh, could it be drinks? Tomorrow, 7:00 p.m.?

God, no. She's always been incredibly disciplined.

- I told you I'd pay for it. - Jesus Christ, Trish!

So you're running.

- You're lying, aren't you? - Yep.

or that I can melt your insides with my laser eyes...

- No! No! - [grunts]

Birch Street, Higgins Drive...

- [Bob] Thank you, Ms. Jones. - It's fine.