01x02 - Bridge and Tunnel

[bunniefuu]

And now it's time for "the Captain America Adventure Program," brought to you by Roxxon motor oil.

Tonight's thrilling tale takes us deep into the heart of the Ardennes Forest, where h*tler's n*zi guard have ambushed the 107th Infantry and taken Betty Carver, the battalion's beautiful triage nurse...

[Train whistle blows]

As their hostage.

You lousy krauts are in big trouble once Captain America gets here.

When I'm through with you, h*tler, you're gonna be seeing stars... and stripes!

[Thumping]

h*tler: [German accent] Nein!

You will bow down to the fuhrer!

Here.

Angie, would you mind changing that?

Oh, you bet.

Arlene French b*at me out for that part.

[Jazz music plays]

[Clears throat]

"You lousy krauts are in big trouble once Captain America gets here."

It's better, right?

Thrillingly realistic.

♪ Take a look at what I've found ♪

You moving?

I...uh, lost my roommate.

[Chuckles] My first place, I lived with this girl from Queens.

It was okay for maybe six months, and then... Bam!... One day, she's engaged.

Next day, she's married and living in Armonk.

You think you know people.

"Cozy studio apartment." That means it's a broom closet.

"Convenient to public transportation"...

"You'll be living under the Third Avenue el."

What would you suggest?

Girl down the hall from me just moved out.

Couldn't hack it, I guess.

She was always crying to her mother on the hall phone.

Oh, poor thing.

Yeah, maybe the first couple times.

Anyway, it's over on 63rd.

It's real safe, lots of great girls.

Plus, I'd be your neighbor, so that's not nothing.

It's a lovely idea, but I'd hate for you to grow tired of me.

You don't strike me as the "crying on the hall phone" type, English.

I appreciate it, truly, but, um [Clears throat]

I'm actually on my way to see an apartment now.

At this hour?

You sure you're reading the right kind of want ads?

It comes recommended through a friend.

If you say so.

[Classical music plays]

Jarvis: You presumably already noticed the North German Renaissance influences, but the layout is decidedly French.

Fresh fruit and scones served every morning.

Ooh! The chef likes a challenge, so you may order anything you like.

I can't stay.

Mr. Stark insisted.

He also wants me to clear his name on multiple charges of treason.

If anyone finds out I'm living in his house, I'll be fitted for the noose.

Well, if it puts you at your ease, this isn't one of his primary residences.

Mr. Stark uses this more for... private entertaining.

[Muffled] It's too risky.

Well, if you're certain you wouldn't like to see the master bedroom...

Ohhhh!

Russian sable, custom-made.

Ohhhh.

Perhaps one night.

Splendid.

Regarding our other matter, I checked through Mr. Stark's files but found no mention of leviathan.

I couldn't find anything at the SSR, either.

What about the two gentlemen with the unusual...?

New York hospitals have no record of laryngotomy patients fitting those descriptions within the last three years.

I think those quiet men are from out of town.

Hmm.

So, I've got two foreign agents with no voice boxes fighting over a milk truck full of experimental implosives.

Just another day at the office.

Oh, I wish.

The Daisy Clover Dairy opens at 5:00.

We need to find that milk truck.

I'll be standing by with a car at 10 to.

You've nearly been k*lled once, Mr. Jarvis.

Others have been less fortunate.

I think it's best I should carry on alone.

Oh.

On occasion, Mr. Stark enjoys adding a theatrical element to his romantic endeavors.

Is that what he calls it?

Oh! Yes, this could prove useful.

Oh, don't be lewd.

[Static crackling]

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[Bell dings]

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[Static crackling]

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[Bell dings]

The maid arrives at 10:00, the florist usually by noon.

Cancel them both.

And I shall... cancel them both.

Good night, Mr. Jarvis.

[Doorknob jostles]

I do wish you'd change your mind and allow me to accompany you.

I can be your second pair of eyes.

I can't imagine there being much danger at the dairy hub.

I'm only going to hunt a truck.

Whoever drove that truck is a man that needs questioning.

Good night.

And how do you plan to find it?

I held on to the vita-ray detector from project rebirth.

It should still pick up a reading from whatever truck was used to transport the nitramene.

What?

It seems a tad conspicuous to walk into Daisy Clover and halt business to inspect for vita-radiation.

I can assure you, I have far more tact than you give me credit...

Oh. Y-you've popped a button.

No.

Good night, Mr. Jarvis.

Well, what's the worst that can happen?

[Static crackling]

[Bell dings]

[Indistinct shouting in distance]

Man: Please! I'll tell you anything you want to know!

[Breathing heavily]

I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

[Groaning]

I swear to God... I don't know no Leet Brannis!

I-is it a person or a place?

[Breathing heavily]

[Static crackling]

[Bell dings]

[Grunts]

Oh, no. No, no, no.

I told Spider I didn't want anything to do with that stuff.

It's too hot, too pricy.

I told him Gino Delucia out in Bensonhurst...

He'd buy it.

[Breathing heavily]

[Static crackling]

[Bell dings]

[Gasping]

[Silenced g*nsh*t]

[Big-band music plays]

[Kn*fe rings]

Man: Y'all done there?

Man 2: Yeah.

Man 3: Ready to go!

Carter: [American accent] Excuse me! Are you the foreman?

Who's askin'?

Ruth Barton, City of New York Health Department.

You heard of that?

Yes.

Well, you have not been acting like it.

I've had 15 complaints that you are under direct violation of City Health Provision 42, Article 23...

I.E., the care and transport of all milkstuffs.

Complaints from who?

Right now, me.

I have a court order to inspect all delivery trucks in this distribution hub.

Let's hope I don't find cheese where the milk's supposed to be.

Now, you gonna help me or hinder me?

Help?

Good answer.

[Sighs]

[Bottles clank]

[Indistinct shouting in distance]

[Device whirring]

[Buzzer]

[Sighs]

There's a truck missing.

Well, we got a guy out sick the past two days.

He uses his truck to commute.

Has he never heard of a bus? Name and address.

Sheldon McFee, but I don't got an address.

Leave that to me.

And put some air in that tire!

Thompson: Well, here's what's left of Roxxon.

Dooley: Makes even less sense in the light of day.

An entire chemical refinery squashed into that.

I never seen anything like it.

This is scary stuff, gentlemen...

The kind of technology that could give the a-b*mb a run for its money.

We need to find it fast.

You think it's magnets?

What?

You got steel fused with wood fused with iron fused with concrete.

Last time I checked, stone and wood don't carry a magnetic charge.

Well, excuse me, Sir Isaac Newton.

[Chuckles]

That's gravity, you dumb ape.

Well, what do you think did it?

I think Howard Stark did it.

[Metal creaking]

Come on. We're going to Roxxon.

Nobody burns down your house by accident.

Not you, Krzeminski.

I got a special detail for a man with your skills.

Grab a crowbar. Pull that thing apart.

Find me some evidence.

Krzeminski: Aw. You got to be kidding me.

[Indistinct conversations]

I see.

Perfect.

Yes. Yes. Thank you.

Whitby's prospect, third race.

You sure?

Not at all. That's why they call it gambling.

I need to pop out for a minute...

Personal matters.

Cover for me?

Sure thing, but you owe me one.

Got that film developed for you.

Hey, thanks a bunch.

Photographer from the society pages was at Spider Raymond's club.

Says he may have got a sh*t of the blonde who was with spider before he got k*lled.

[Camera shutter clicks]

Well, that would be a big break. Can I help you look?

I thought you were leaving.

Sousa! Need you in the basement.

I'm busy.

Well, now you're extra busy.

I got a 10-ton ball of Roxxon garbage with your name on it.

All right, all right, give me a minute.

Carter, finish up those transpo reports and file them for me.

Car-ter!

Transpo reports. Get wiggling.

Looks like I'm gonna miss that race.

It's probably for the best.

Man: Yeah, uh, we just got the briefing.

Yeah, not just, like, 10 minutes ago.

We got two agents...

[Dial tone]

[Buzzer]

[Telephone rings, classical music plays]

Jarvis residence.

I don't have long, so listen very carefully.

I need you to dispose of Howard's car.

I beg your pardon?

The SSR are looking into Roxxon at this very moment.

That car sustained damage at the site and is likely to be teeming with vita-radiation.

Make it disappear.

[Sighs]

Very well.

[Clears throat] Let's see.

The linens come out of the wash in 30 minutes...

Now.

Fine. I shall forego the linens.

Did you locate the dairy truck?

Not yet, but I did locate the driver.

Sheldon McFee uses the truck to commute from Cedar Grove, New Jersey.

Shall we leave straightaway?

No.

There's something I need to take care of here first.

Jones: You know, we used to be friends, Howard and I.

Lunch at the club, Christmas parties, charity functions.

To your very good health, gentlemen.

It's 10:45 in the morning.

Ah.

[Clears throat]

So, what came between you and Stark?

My wife.

Bit of a jump to go from that to industrial sabotage.

Not the way he does it, from what I hear.

So it's personal, this att*ck?

It's all the same with Howard, as long as he's amused and making money.

He attempted to purchase that refinery as recently as January, but I refused.

Now it's a smoking crater...

Not to mention a federal crime scene.

You tell me... who benefits?

Any idea what Stark may have used to cause this kind of damage?

[Sighs]

What is your interest regarding minor legal transgressions not related to the red hook refinery?

Low.

We're not hunting you, Mr. Jones.

I have sources working in Stark Industries, and they told me that Howard is working on a formula for molecular nitramene.

Now, theoretically, it could result in a concussive blast followed by a vacuum implosion.

Supposedly, it has its roots in his work with vita-radiation.

Time-out.

Vita-radiation?

[Indistinct conversation]

[Telephone ringing] [Gasps]

[Ringing continues]

[Ringing stops]

[Tumbler clicking]

[Telephone ringing]

[Thud]

Oh! Bloody hell.

[Ringing continues]

[Breathing shakily]

[Ringing continues]

Hello?

Sousa.

Uh...

No, I don't see her.

Okay, okay.

Well, I'll keep an eye out...

Here she is. She's right... She's right here.

Chief wants a word.

[Clears throat]

Chief Dooley? Just stepped away.

Uh, vita-radiation?

Yes, I think we have something for that in the project rebirth file.

I'll see if I can find it.

What was that about?

Oh, just another errand.

[Horn honks]

[Door closes] Carter. About time.

Jones: Well.

I didn't know our government had such good taste in secretaries.

What's your name, darling?

"Agent."

[Chuckles] That has a lovely ring to it.

As requested. I'll meet you back at the office.

What's the rush?

Yeah, stick around. We could use your help.

It wouldn't be for filing, would it?

Turns out, anyone near the nitramene blast was exposed to vita-radiation, which is probably still somewhereabouts on their person.

So we're scanning everyone on Roxxon's staff.

There's a chance this is an inside job.

Yeah, there's a chance I take Rita Hayworth home tonight, but it's unlikely, if you catch my drift.

If you got some of Stark's guys in your pocket, there's a chance he's got some of your guys in his.

And how am I to help?

How comfortable are you with this?

You'll be dealing with the ladies.

I volunteered, but chief said it wouldn't be appropriate.

[Big-band music plays]

[Chuckles]

[Door opens, closes]

[Device humming]

[Device humming loudly]

[Humming continues]

[Device humming loudly]

[Humming stops]

[Humming resumes]

[Humming stops, resumes, stops, resumes]

Oh.

[Click, humming stops]

[Inhales sharply]

Sorry, Nana.

[Device humming]

You're clear.

[Device humming]

Clear. Thank you.

Next.

Carter?

[Device squeals]

Aah!

[Snaps fingers] Carter!

[Device humming]

You're clear.

Wai... Uh, hold on a moment, sir.

Excuse me. Sir?

Mr. Jones, I notice these men are wearing company-issued uniforms.

Do they change their clothes onsite?

Well, we have a locker room for all the technicians who handle hazardous materials.

What's your point, Carter?

Well, low-level vita-radiation would barely saturate the top layer of a person's skin.

A hot shower would wash it out straightaway.

But clothing would remain tainted for longer...

Trousers, shoes, even a wristwatch.

I suggest we check the clothes the men wore to work this morning.

Not a bad idea. We can...

Hey!

Hey! Stop!

Where does that lead?

Down to the front lobby.

Stairwell?

May I?

Thompson: I said stop!

[Panting]

Can I be of any further assistance?

[Handcuffs click]

[Sighs]

I'm not gonna lie to you... You're in a bad spot.

We have physical evidence linking you to an act of industrial sabotage and probably treason.

With the type of charges being tossed around here, I can't see you winding up anywhere besides the electric chair.

Of course...

You still do have the opportunity to switch seats with someone else.

You see, fighting crime is a lot like fishing with your buddies...

Biggest fish wins.

No offense, but you're not the biggest fish.

Doesn't mean you're not plenty big enough for me to feed my bosses, but if you were to help me catch a bigger fish...

Say, a grouper or a shark...

I could see myself letting you off the line.

I don't believe you.

Well, you should. I'm in law enforcement.

Thing is, Mr. Van Ert, we're under a bit of an accelerated timeframe here...

Lot of pressure to get this case sewn up.

So this deal that I'm offering you will expire... as soon as I leave the room.

All you have to do is point us in the direction of your employer.

Just... give me... a name.

Just give me a name.

Don't say I didn't try to do this the easy way.

[Breathes deeply]

[Clears throat]

[Sniffs]

You can thr*aten me all you want, but I'm not talking.

I'm not here to make you talk, Miles.

[Sniffs]

[Clears throat]

I'm here to make you sing.

You're gonna want to bite down.

[ Breathing shakily]

[ Grunting]

Hate to see what would've happened if you'd left the carrot.

Carter, take off for the night.

A lady shouldn't be seeing this.

You boys play nice.

Talk.

♪ Bum, bum, ba bum ♪
♪ bum, bum, ba bum ♪

Oh, come on, Mr. Jarvis.

A penguin could get here faster.

[Knock on window]

Angie: [Muffled] I found one!

I'm late for my appointment!

It has its own bathroom.

I... I've no idea what you're saying.

Don't make me come out there.

Angie, I really must...

"Women only.

"A safe community for modern female professionals.

"Apartment for rent.

"550 square feet, furnished, full bath,

"high floors, quiet building, security assured.

"Close proximity to the Lexington Avenue local.

Continental breakfast upon request."

Paradise or what?

That sounds perfect.

That's because it is.

The only thing that could possibly make it better is if you lived next to me.

Oops! You would.

3C if you need a cup of sugar.

I really shouldn't, Angie.

Am I missing something here?

You need a place, this one is great, so...

I'm thinking maybe it's me.

I'm afraid I wouldn't make a very good neighbor.

[Horn honks]

Oh. That's my ride. I'll see you later.

Too late!

[Car door closes]

[Engine turns over]

Miss Carter.

Mr. Jarvis.

[Fanfare]

Meanwhile, in the snowy mountains of the Eastern Alps, battalion triage nurse Betty Carver tidies up while the men defend their country.

What a beautiful day to mend these pants.

And my new singer featherweight 221 sewing machine makes stitching so easy.

[Thud]

Oh, no.

Nazis! Again!

They've got me all tied up!

If only Captain America were here to rescue me.

Who writes this rubbish?

[Click]

I rather enjoy it, actually.

Although, the... the real thing is considerably more impressive.

Are you trying to butter me up, Mr. Jarvis?

Merely pleased to receive your call.

Well, you are faster than a train.

How flattering.

It's very nice.

You did dispose of the old car?

I left it in hoboken with the keys in the ignition.

I don't imagine it's still there.

It did seem a terrible waste, though.

It was used in the commission of a crime.

One doesn't park that sort of thing in a garage.

Cedar Grove.

Aptly named.

You might hurry. We don't have much time.

I'm afraid agent Thompson can be rather persuasive.

We're gonna need a new stick.

Immigration has no record of a "Leet Brannis" ever entering the country.

Could be an alias.

If it is, our friend in there doesn't know it.

He wasn't holding anything back.

We get anything on the milk-truck driver?

I'm on hold with Daisy Clover payroll.

He didn't sound like he was the brains of the operation, anyway.

More like the Krzeminski of the operation.

Joke's on you, peg leg.

I don't even know how to drive a truck.

Driver may be a lead, but this guy Brannis is the key.

Sorry, chief.

I pressed Van Ert pretty hard in there on Howard Stark.

I don't think he ever met him.

Doesn't mean anything.

Stark could have go-betweens between his go-betweens.

If this guy Brannis is calling the sh*ts on this deal, I'm telling you, he's our direct link to Stark.

I got the milk-truck driver.

Sheldon McFee, 4 Springhill Road, Cedar Grove, New Jersey.

Hot damn. Let's go, boys.

[Kn*fe rings]

[Bell dings]

Carter: Down the road. Pull up by the side.

[Dog barks in distance]

[Sighs] And here we are again.

Fewer guards than Roxxon, at least.

Shall I leave the engine running in case you trigger another implosion?

Mr. Jarvis, go home to your wife.

If you leave now, you may even catch the end of Benny Goodman.

Miss Carter, when you called me, I assumed it was because you needed more than a cab.

I thought I proved rather useful last time.

I agree, but on this occasion...

I've got my own ride home.

[Radio tuning]

[Fanfare]

Announcer: We now return to "the Captain America Adventure Program," in which our hero's defenseless sweetheart finds herself in the clutches of evil.

n*zi: American women are so weak!

You are coming with us!

Carver: If only Captain America were here to rescue me.

[Floorboard creaks]

Captain America: Miss Carver isn't going anywhere with you, n*zi scum.

Seize him!

Unhand her!

[Thumping]

Hit him again, cap!

[Both grunting]

[Rattling]

Had enough yet?

[cr*ck]

[Clatter]

Are you all right, Miss Carver?

Is that all you've got?

Hello?

Mr. McFee?

Captain America, what would I ever do without you?

Why does this keep happening?

It's so hard getting straight answers out of people nowadays.

Whatever happened to a nice cup of tea and a civilized interrogation?

[Door creaks]

[Engine sputtering]

Get out.

Car trouble?

Nothing that can't be fixed.

What the hell are you doing here?

Mr. Stark asked me to help you, and so I have.

I sabotaged the motor.

Move, and I sh**t.

I thought you'd be more impressed.

Well, I'm not. I told you I don't need your help.

An ideal butler provides service without being asked.

[Scoffs] Put it back. I need to drive this thing of here.

[Sighs] Won't be a moment.

Where are Stark's inventions?

[Scoffs]

[Click, speech synthesizer hums]

I want protection.

The SSR will take you in, provided that you say something interesting right bloody now.

Psst!

Ask him about Leviathan.

Who is Leviathan?

Not who... what.

Your employers?

Not anymore.

So Leviathan sent you to rob Howard Stark's vault?

And you double-crossed them?

Well, that seems incredibly brave or incredibly stupid.

Leviathan only wanted one thing from Howard Stark.

All finished.

Well, fetch Mr. McFee. I need to take him in, too.

What was the one thing?

What was Leviathan after?

I want... protection.

Then start... talking.

[Door closes]

[Breathing heavily]

Uh, bit of a snag, actually.

I'm afraid Mr. McFee's left the premises.

I did find this.

Mm. Don't sh**t yourself in the face.

Get in the truck.

Comfortable back there, Mr. Jarvis?

Perfectly, thank you.

These racks of expl*sives have distracted me from the smell of stale milk.

Oh, good.

You did say you wanted to help.

Take the Lincoln Tunnel back to Manhattan.

And stop fidgeting. Nothing's going to happen.

[Thud]

Did either of you hear that?

[Silenced g*nsh*t, b*llet ricochets]

Well, I definitely heard that!

Shake him loose!

[Engine revs]

Aah!

sh**t up!

♪ He's a mellow fellow ♪

Chief.

♪He always plays the rhythm, so we call him the swing man ♪

Well, that's suspicious.

♪ He really loves his music ♪

[Panting]

♪ Busy as a bee ♪
♪ and when he starts a-muggin', you just shout "mercy me" ♪
♪ The whole darn world goes ma when he starts ♪
♪ and he's a k*ller-diller ♪
♪ Never missed a b*at, he'll swing you out your seat ♪

Evenin'.

♪ There's a reason why ♪

[Grunts]

Pull over!

If you do not pull over this instant, I will have no choice but to sh**t you!

[Gasps]

For God's sake, will you please stop sh**ting things?!

[Tires screech]

Oh!

[Gasps]

[High-pitched whining]

Do I even need to ask?

Ask what?

Yeah, I guess you're right.

I used to strap a chair to my ass and take long walks around the neighborhood, too.

We know who you are, Mr. McFee.

We were on our way to pay you a visit.

So, who did this to you?

Was it Leet Brannis?

We know he paid you off to use the truck.

You're in deep water.

I'd take that life preserver, if I was you.

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

We'll keep an open mind.

[Whining continues] Miss Carter!

I hear it!

Get Brannis! Jump clear!

What?!

[Grunting]

This is where I get off.

[Grunting]

Aah!

[Gasps]

[Groans]

What the hell is that?

Thompson, step on it.

[Panting]

Jarvis: Are you all right?

I'm fine. You?

Yes, I...

I'm afraid Mr. Brannis broke my fall.

The rest of the weapons that you stole from Howard...

I need to find out where you hid them.

You're the only one who knows.

I need to find those weapons before...

Leviathan is coming.

Help me stop them.

[Wheezing]

What is that?

M-Mr. Brannis, what is that... a heart?

[Groans]

Mr. Brannis...

[Siren wailing in distance]

Where is the car?

It's that way.

I think we should retrieve it immediately.

Miss Carter, please.

Allow me.

[Siren continues]

I used to come skinny-dipping here as a kid.

That's a sight.

Somebody knows what we know before we know it, and it's really starting to chap my ass.

We can pick you up some baby powder for you on the way back.

Maybe that'll help.

We got footprints... A woman's.

She was with him till he d*ed.

Or up until she popped him herself.

Got to be the broad who cuffed fatty to his chair.

Could be that blonde at the nightclub.

We ever get a look at her?

Pictures were Sousa's detail.

What the hell is he doing?

Sousa. What the hell are you doing?

[Horn honks]

[Inhales sharply]

You're quite good at that.

Yes, Mr. Stark's zippers are under considerable strain.

You're very fortunate, you know.

He missed the bone by 3 inches.

That's not what I meant.

Then look me in the eye and say what you meant.

You're very fortunate that I ignored your instructions.

Oh, you're so right.

How I managed to stay alive before I met you, I have no idea.

I can't tell if you're being arrogant or ignorant.

Both, I imagine.

Your line of work requires support...

People who care about your well-being, who'll be there to stitch up your wounds.

If I allow people to get close to me, I'm putting them in danger.

So your solution is to remove yourself from the world you wish to protect?

Where's the sense in that?

There is not a man or woman, no matter how fit he or she may be, who is capable of carrying the entire world on their shoulders.

Steve was.

From what Mr. Stark has told me, Captain Rogers relied heavily on you...

For courage, strategy, and moral guidance.

You were his support.

Your desire to help others is noble.

But I doubt you'll find much success unless you allow others to help you.

[Breathes deeply]

As you were.

[Sighs]

[Inhales sharply]

[Big-band music plays]

Hi, Mary.

Hi.

That's Mary... She's a legal secretary at Goodman, Kurtzberg, and Holliway.

Evelyn.

Evelyn: Hey, Angie.

Evelyn is a lounge singer at a club in midtown.

Hi, Sarah.

Hi.

That's Sarah. She's a slut.

I am so happy you changed your mind.

You're gonna love living here.

Assuming I'm accepted.

I've never rented a flat that required an interview.

It's just a formality.

You'll ace it. Miriam's a total pussycat.

[Ballad plays]

Your references are impeccable.

Senator Palmer is especially complimentary.

He and my father were dear friends.

Were you limping as you came in?

Caught my heel on a cobblestone.

You know how the west village is.

I never travel below 23rd street, so no, I do not.

How long do you see yourself working for the telephone company?

Only until I'm married, Miss Fry.

[Inhales sharply]

In a city filled with temptation, debauchery, and mischief, the Griffith Hotel is a haven for proper young ladies.

Our code of conduct is indisputable.

Attire should be demure and elegant.

Curfew is 10:00. No drinking.

No men above the first floor.

No exceptions.

Is that clear, Miss Carter?

Perfectly.

[Chuckles softly]

Dooley: That is it. Show him, Sousa. Right there.

We're right. Show that other photo.

Not even close.

That right there... That's the angle.

Don't back off, okay?

I'm telling you.

Carter, come here for a second.

Come here, come here, come here. [Clears throat]

Settle a bet for us.

Is that Joe DiMaggio?

I don't follow boxing.

[Laughing] Aww!

Krzeminski: I told you she wouldn't know who DiMaggio was.

I still say it's him.

Believe me, I think I'd know if I was in the same room as Joe DiMaggio.

How do you figure?

I would sense his presence.

Ah, get outta here.

You bet against me?

How could you be sure?

I wasn't. That's why they call it gambling.

[Chuckles]

Did you, um, spot anyone else?

Nothing definitive, but we got a couple sh*ts of the blonde.

She really knows how to duck a camera.

Not one clear sh*t of her face.

Tough break.

Nobody's lucky forever.

I'll find her.

Mm.

[Fanfare]

Once again, the powers of freedom and democracy prevail.

I'm so lucky to have a man as brave and strong as Captain America.

n*zi: Not so fast, Captain America.

I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.

You'll never be able to defeat my secret w*apon.

What on earth could that be?

Announcer: And that concludes tonight's episode of "the Captain America Adventure Program"!

Be sure to tune in next week for another thrilling tale...

Dooley: You find something, Krzeminski?

Yeah. Think I found something big.