Marvel's Jessica Jones

Some things you look at and you think, "Perfect.

There is no question. It's just... right."

Other things are clearly wrong.

But right and wrong aren't a P.I.'s highest priority

until she gets the bright idea to branch out and give a shit.

- Cassie Yasdan? -Yeah?

I'm Jessica Jones. I'm taking you back to your mother.

Hey. What the hell do you want?

Just responding to an Amber Alert.

Oh, she's not kidnapped. I'm her father.

You lost custody. Come on. Get your things.

-Dad? -Look...

I-- I had a crap-ass lawyer and a vindictive ex-wife.

Now, you're a criminal,

taking a minor out of the country, forging documents.

I had to get Cassie away from her mother. She's toxic.

Wow. You're the first ex-husband to ever say that.

-Come on. Let's go. -I'm staying with my dad.

He's the bad guy.

Yeah, says my ex-wife.

Says the law, asshole.

The US law. We're not in the US.

We're about to be.

Hey, look, don't make me get physical.

Dude, quit messing around.

Aren't superheroes supposed to save people?

Captain America would never have done this.

Cassie! Sweetheart!

Oh! I was so worried. Thank you so much.

Yeah, thanks.

What...

He's made me the bad cop again.

She'll come around.

Yeah, after I put his ass in jail. And the hell if I'll let her visit him.

Um...

it would probably be easier on Cassie if you just let it go.

You think I'm hard on her?

The situation is hard.

So you're a hero and a child psychologist? You think you can judge me?

I'm beginning to.

After you weaseled a free trip to Mexico out of me?

Real noble, taking advantage of a single mom.

Your sliding scale fee just slid to zero, you third-rate Joan Jett wannabe!

I hate heroism.

You got 30,000 views.

Holy shit!

Did you see that? Who is that chick?

Great.

I know. Was the girl okay? Was she hurt?

She was on her way to a sunburn.

But you saved her?

From her dad? Yeah, Vido, I saved the girl.

Wish I had been there.

-You would've taken a better video. -

Me, too. I used to hang with some bad company.

No, not a gang, but there was this one really controlling person.

-No. -It's the same color, sans the fleas.

Get rid of it.

No, this person didn't want to kill me... that I know of.

Very passive-aggressive, though.

Okay, it is different,

but my point is is that some people feel threatened by change.

It is comfortable.

It's going away.

Hold on a sec.

Ex-gang member trying to start over, but the gang thinks otherwise.

Sliding scale?

Why do they even call it that? It's pro bono. Zero money.

You could beat up a whole gang.

Put him on the list.

Mateo, email me your information. I'm Gillian.

You've got a hero on your side now.

I told you to stop saying that.

And yet I continue to say it. Weird, huh?

Your docket is empty. The wait list is growing. Pick one.

Can any of them pay full freight?

Sure, 'cause helpless people are always rich.

-You choose. - I don't care enough.

I'll choose. Gimme.

Four-fifty-nine. Shift's over.

I'm busy this weekend, so you won't be able to reach me.

I never want to reach you.

You working a case?

I'm working a mimosa over brunch, then a play, game night.

-I'm a people person. -You really aren't.

You're hardly the arbiter.

Five. Exactly.

Couch stays.

Asshole.

Why don't you just fire her? You don't even like her.

That's why I keep her around.

Makes it easier to maintain a healthy distance.

Is that good?

It works.

With everyone but me.

Don't press your luck, kid.

Gotta go. Friday family dinner.

You can come.

I got work to do.

I like numbers two and six.

Giving a shit and doing something about it.

That's how my mother defined a hero.

Though she wasn't exactly an expert.

She thought I had what it takes.

I am not so sure.

She had... hope.

I didn't want it, but she passed it down to me like a trick elbow.

And now it's the only thing I have of hers.

- -

Here.

-Thanks. -Yeah, sure.

Mrs. Chin move out?

To a retirement community. I upgraded.

-Babe, is that the dessert? -Yeah. Zaya, you remember Jessica.

Oh, yeah, from next door. Hi.

Well, have a good night.

The cookies have landed!

-Okay. -Okay.

With a loss of seven on that sack, it's the second...

Channel 782.

The customer is always right.

Only if they tip well.

It has the vintage look of a classic wood-burning stove

but fits seamlessly with any modern decor.

And it's completely electric, which blows my mind,

because this fire looks so real

and yet the heat is completely adjustable with this handy remote.

That's right. Now, those are...

I see you got here early.

I had work to avoid.

Speaking of, let me buy you yet another drink.

You saved the girl.

Is that what I did?

The mom called and said you got her daughter back.

I'm guessing she said a lot more than that.

She may have referred to you as part of the, uh, female anatomy.

Feeling's mutual.

Nobody forced the case on you. I just mentioned it in passing.

Next time, in passing, maybe mention someone worth helping.

Assholes need saving, too...

from bigger assholes.

It's a sliding scale.

You could stop.

Maybe leave the heroics to, uh, trained professionals

who are committed to the rule of law and subject to oversight.

Is that why you came here, Detective? To tell me to stop?

I wanted to restate the terms of our agreement.

I throw you a case or two, and you don't break the law.

That was the deal.

Our deal was to not let you catch me breaking the law.

It's kind of hard to look the other way when you have 80,000 hits.

It's entertaining, but it's assault.

It's out of your jurisdiction, Costa.

Just keep your eye on the line. Don't go over it.

Russell knows I'm meeting you.

He, uh... he made me promise to come home sober.

What a good guy you are.

I know.

Lucky you.

Hello, Jess.

Do you want to leave down the elevator or out the window?

I want to hire you.

Trish is missing.

Call someone who gives a shit.

Oh, for God's sake. Let me just explain.

You want to hit me?

Go ahead if it'll get you to listen.

I don't want to be here any more than you want me here.

But 24 hours ago, Trish just fell off the map.

What a hideous piece of furniture.

I love it.

Well, I should have seen it coming.

She's been late for appointments, distracted...

out all night, she won't say where.

But she has never missed work until yesterday.

She could be using again, or in danger or worse.

If that's what Trish wants to do, then that's her business.

I will pay you.

No.

Please.

Something's wrong.

No.

I have no one else to go to.

The police would be an obvious choice.

But you're afraid that would get out. Always protecting her brand.

Yes, because that's all I can do.

But you can do more. A lot more.

You explained. I listened. Get out.

I know something happened between the two of you

around your mother's death,

but Trish had nothing to do with that.

Don't talk about my mother.