She-Hulk: Attorney at Law

I'm not gonna be a superhero.

What else ya gonna do as a Hulk?

Previously, on my show...

Remember my date with the guy with the fetish?

Did you call me a specimen?

As a compliment.

I wanna see the supersuit that Luke made you.

Why? I won't wear it.

You didn't tell me you were nominated for Female Lawyer of the Year.

Do we get to go to a gala?

My friend sent me a link to a video post on that site, Intelligencia.

I met a guy. I'm Josh.

We went on a few dates, it was going great.

And I haven't heard from him.

You were ghosted.

Next time you think of Josh,

everyone we meet, no matter how much they hurt you,

is a lesson learned.

Is this OLED or QLED?

My online research tells me

OLED is better for color resolution and picture quality.

Funny enough, I actually read the article...

The store might be closed, but you forgot about

the Guard Frog.

The hell is a Guard Frog?

I think it's his name.

My name is Leapfrog.

I'm just acting like I'm the Guard Frog in this particular instance.

"The Guard Frog"?

Yeah, but my name is Leapfrog.

Yes, that has been noted several times, Mr. Patilio.

Cool. So, your defective suit...

Right. So, I was surrounded by these huge guys.

Twisting toe jam!

Although I was outnumbered, I could tell they were afraid of me.

So, in order to de-escalate the situation, I shouted my signature catchphrase.

Time to ribbit and rip it!

And then next thing I know,

my inflammable suit with a 900-degree threshold is on fire.

And, you guessed it, I have third-degree burns all over my legs.

I mean, I deserve justice.

And compensation for all of my pain, mental anguish and...

stuff.

Well, this does seem to be a pretty clear case of manufacturer's defect,

negligence, strict liability, and breach of warranty.

Yes? I do believe

you are owed compensatory damages.

Yeah! Whoo!

What is the name of the manufacturer?

Luke Jacobson. He specializes in supersuits.

Oh, shit.

Jacobson is the only tailor I can go to because of my unique physique.

Do you think maybe Pug could take this one?

Mr. Patilio is one of our biggest clients.

The guy dressed as a frog?

Mr. Patilio, Sr.

Look, it's very important that we keep the Patilios happy.

Eugene is also very excited to have a Hulk on the case.

And they're willing to sign a conflict waiver

to have you, Ms. Walters.

But I believe I would be ethically compromised

in representing a client against Jacobson.

I like my nice clothes and I don't wanna piss him off.

You've handled a client who had to sign a conflict waiver before,

in a case one would argue is a lot more personal than this one.

Yes, and I would love not to be in that position again.

Also, he's making me a dress for the gala.

Very well, Ms. Walters.

I suggest that you try to come to an agreement with Mr. Jacobson

so then a filing would not be necessary. Understood?

Ribbit and rip it. Yes, ribbit and rip it indeed.

Jennifer, do not rush me.

I told you your dress will not be ready until Friday.

You wanna look good for your lawyer award, right?

Uh, yes. Well, Luke, I am here under some

unpleasant business.

I have been retained by a client who suffered serious injuries

due to a dysfunctional suit that you sold him.

Nothing has been filed. I think we can come to some kind of...

Excuse me?

How dare you.

I have never made a defective suit in all my life. My work is impeccable.

Obviously, I know that firsthand. And I...

Trust me, I'm not happy to be doing this.

I'm not trusting you

after you just lumbered in here and stabbed me in the back.

Well, there's no lawsuit yet.

And there won't be

if you just take some responsibility for some of my client's injuries.

I do not make suits that malfunction.

My work speaks for itself.

Oh, excuse me. What did you say?

She wants to tell me something, hold on.

"She-Hulk will never get another suit by Luke Jacobson ever again?"

Oh!

Hey, I pre-paid for that!

Then you shouldn't have betrayed me.

You are blocked, blacklisted and reported!

Now, I am gonna take you down.

Well, I hope it's not down to wherever it is you get your ugly clothes from.

See you in court!

Can you...

Goodbye, tragedy.

Mr. Jacobson, I see you are presently without counsel.

Are you representing yourself?

Representing himself?

Start planning how you're gonna spend all your new money.

Mr. Jacobson?

Of course I'm not representing myself, Your Honor. I'm not a fool.

Then where is your counsel?

I'm here.

Apologies for the tardiness, Your Honor. I had trouble finding parking.

I'm just kidding. My driver got lost.

My name is Matthew Murdock.

I'll be representing Mr. Jacobson in this case.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

As a first point of order, I'd like to ask that

the motion to compel production of the defendant's client list be rejected

as it's not relevant to the litigation.

Who's this asshole?

Your Honor, I believe this information to be incredibly relevant

given the nature of the complaint.

There could be multiple instances of Mr. Jacobson's other clients

sustaining injuries from faulty merchandise.

I believe Ms. Walters will find that Mr. Jacobson's record

as it pertains to customer satisfaction to be spotless.

If the defendant has nothing to hide, then why not hear from his clients?

That's an invasion of privacy based on a very shaky "what if."

This is a very common procedure in product liability lawsuits.

It is material to the case whether

this type of malfunction has affected other people.

There is no inherent right to privacy

when employing Mr. Jacobson's tailoring services.

We're not just talking about a product here.

The very nature of Mr. Jacobson's line of work,

making suits exclusively for superheroes, necessitates anonymity.

May I remind you that the Sokovia Accords have been repealed.

Superheroes operate in the public eye.

As public figures, it is assumed that there will be some loss of privacy.

We're not talking about celebrities,

but superheroes who have enemies who will try to harm them,

and people close to them.

The ones who didn't ask to be a part of this life.

Ms. Walters chose to have her identity be public,

but she can't choose for everyone else.

This isn't about privacy for privacy's sake.

If this information is not protected, not only would it ruin my client's career,

it could put a lot of people in a lot of danger,

and all over one man's misuse of a suit.

I'm in agreement with Mr. Murdock.

Motion to compel discovery is denied.

Wait. Does that mean I don't get a new suit?

Sit down!

What, no... Look at this thing!

How am I supposed to wear this?

Mr. Patilio, what kind of fuel did you use in your boosters?

Jet fuel.

Wait a minute, you used jet fuel in your boosters?

Because that's not what my instructions said.

What?

Uh...

No, I didn't.

He's lying. Don't ask me how I know, I just know.

Yes, we can all tell he's lying, Mr. Murdock.

If the plaintiff ignored the manufacturer's explicit instructions,

then the defendant is absolved of all liability.

I'm dismissing this case.

Am I gonna go to jail?

No, but I would like you to.

And Luke, Luke. Yes, clown?

I just wanted to apologize for...

For daring to question my craftsmanship?

Is there any way that we could go back to you being my tailor?

Jennifer, Jenny, Jen.

No. Because I hate you now.

What's this?

It's from that guy over there.

An appletini? Cute.

Mind if I join you?

Sure.

Would you mind?

I wanted to extend a peace offering.

Ugh! I hate it when people take the high road.

So, what's your story, Matt Murdock?

You're from New York

but you flew all the way out here for a product liability case?

Luke Jacobson made a couple of new suits for me, so I owed him one.

Doesn't really look like it.

That's a low blow insulting a blind man's clothes.

I'm wearing pants, right?

You have your own practice, right?

Ms. Walters, have you been checking up on me?

Yeah. Can you blame me? You came out of nowhere

and you made my dumb client admit

to being even dumber than I thought he was in court.

How did you know about the jet fuel?

A hunch.

What is his deal, by the way?

Well, I'll give you one guess. Okay.

It rhymes with "rich parents."