02x01 - The Lady in the Lake

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Previously on "Agent Carter"...

Colleen: Peg, you work at the phone company.

It ain't life and death.

Carter: Darling, you have no idea.

Agent Carter, all hands on deck.

Meaning cover the phones.

Howard, you're asking me to become a traitor in order to prove you are not one.

Howard: You want a mission that matters?

This is it.

I'm going to regret this, aren't I?

Absolutely.

My Butler... Edwin Jarvis.

He'll help you in any way he can.

Where are you?!

Go! Go!

Your line of work requires support.

There is not a man or woman, who is capable of carrying the entire world on their shoulders.

You sweet on her, Sousa? [Chuckles]

I was gonna grab a drink. Want to join me?

Maybe another time, all right?

Sure thing. Another time.

May I introduce you to our new resident?

Oh, call me Dottie.

Return to your room.

Dottie: I can be anybody I want.

Maybe I'll be an SSR agent next.

Carter: I'm afraid Dottie escaped.

Promise me you'll get the son of a bitch who did this.

We'll catch them.

Attagirl.

Chief!

Man: Chief!

You think you know me.

Hands up.

What are we gonna do about this guy?

We found a way of preventing him from speaking.

Should you again find yourself in need of my services, I would be honored to assist you, Miss Carter.

Good work, Carter.

You saved thousands of lives.

You're all lucky that you work for him.

I just did what needed to be done.

Yeah.

How can you take that?

Carter: It doesn't bother me. I know my value.

♪

Deposit or a withdrawal?

Withdrawal.

All right, all of you... Let me see your hands!

The three of you, over here!

Move it! Let's go!

Get 'em up!

Hands where I can see them!

This way!

Go, go!

Man: Please...

I'm talking to you!

You, too. On your feet.

♪

I'll need the key to safety deposit box number 143.

Turning that handle to the left sets off the bank alarm.

For a pittance, you'll risk your life to protect someone else's fortune?

Pull it to the right.

[Grunts]

Weren't you taught any manners?

Help the geezer.

[Grunts]

♪

[Grunts]

♪

[Grunts]

Dorothy Underwood, you are under arrest.

♪

Hey, drop that g*n!

Drop it!

Don't move!

We've got you surrounded!

Don't even think about it.

We are the SSR!

Lower your weapons.

Carter: You heard the man.

♪

[Grunts]

♪

Man: Hey, look out!

♪

[Breathing heavily]

♪

New hairstyle?

♪

[Coins rattling]

♪

[Coins rattling]

Aah!

♪

Love the hat.

♪ Oh, give me land, lots of land ♪
♪ Under starry skies above ♪
♪ Don't fence me in ♪
♪ Let me ride through the wide open country that I love ♪
♪ Don't fence me in ♪
♪ Let me be by myself ♪

[Engine shuts off]

He's right here.

[Coughs]

[Police radio chatter]

You the science cop?

Detective Andrew Henry, homicide.

Daniel Sousa, Strategic Scientific Reserve.

Oh, I'd shake your hand, but I'm one of those suckers who catches a cold whether it's summer, spring, winter, or fall.

What do we got?

You ever hear of the lady of the lake killings?

Can't say I have.

How long you been in L.A.?

Six months.

Two years ago, the lady of the lake k*ller dropped two dead women in Echo Park Lake.

Led a task force with manhunts, press conferences, and everything.

And?

Never caught the bastard.

Disappeared. Till today.

You found another body.

Dead woman in the exact same lake.

No two ways about it... My guy's back.

So why was the SSR called in?

If it was up to me, you'd be working on your tan right now, but my lieutenant's got a bee in his bonnet about jurisdiction.

The hottest day of the year, right?

Only the lake don't know it.

[Sighs]

[Spectators murmuring]

[Ice creaking]

[Coughs]

[Sighs]

♪

Look at this.

So...

Until we catch this lunatic, looks like you and me are partners.

[Horns honking]

[Chatter]

♪

Here are the things you will tell me...

The names of your handlers in Russia, your methods of communication with them, the names and whereabouts of other communist operatives on American soil, why you were targeting Bowery Savings Bank, and who it is you are working for.

Feel like I got a front-row seat to Rocky Graziano versus Tony Zale.

[Chuckles]

Quiet.

Peggy, I expected so much more from you, not [British accent] "you will tell me this and this and this."

[Normal voice] Where's your technique?

Girls like you raised with silver spoons and perfect skin, you expect everything to come to you so easily.

You have one chip to trade on...

Fear.

And fear is the one tool that little girls who grow up handcuffed to their beds learn.

I, however...

Am not afraid of you.

Now, this was found in deposit box 143.

There was no owner on the bank registry.

Why did you want it?

Peg...

We both know there are currencies stronger than money.

♪

If anyone can break Dottie Underwood, it's Carter.

[Chuckles] You two mooks have something better to do?

Or is your service not needed at the SSR?

Chief, L.A.'s on the horn.

Thanks.

♪

How's the surf today, Agent Sousa?

That's Chief Sousa to you.

And congratulations, Jack. I hear you caught Dottie Underwood.

Yeah, we caught a lead right after you left to open the west coast bureau.

Seems as if you were our bad-luck charm.

[Chuckles]

You tell that joke at least once a month.

What you got?

We caught a mystery out here... An ice cube the size of a lake with a dead woman trapped inside.

Who's the body?

Don't know yet.

I got a homicide d*ck who says this is the work of a k*ller he's been chasing the past two years.

I'm heading up a task force with him, but, Jack, my L.A. office is too green.

So, what? You want to leave New York thin because the moment you catch a real case, you throw your hands in the air?

You know I'm understaffed as is.

I'm sure you can spare one guy.

[Chuckles]

I have just the man for you.

Thank you.

♪

Are you trying to undermine this interrogation?

I was just beginning to make her feel comfortable.

Every interruption sets me back an hour.

Well, that's no longer your worry. You're done here.

What? Why?

We caught a high-profile case that needs eyeballs with experience.

Well, give it to someone else.

No one knows Dottie like I do.

We used to live next door to each other.

Yeah, and you had no idea she was a spy.

Next flight leaves for Los Angeles in three hours.

Sousa asked for you and nobody else.

Did he?

Yeah.

It's a real burden being everybody's favorite agent, isn't it?

If this is about your insecurity, Chief Thompson, then I suggest you deal with it in your own time.

Don't sabotage our first real sh*t at uncovering Dottie's true agenda.

Carter... Believe it or not, the SSR can actually function without you once in a while.

And who will you have interrogate her?

Plan on doing that myself.

Jack, she isn't afraid of you.

Hmm.

Pack your bags.

[Big-band music plays]

♪ The hills of California ♪
♪ Are something to see ♪
♪ The sun will kinda warm ya ♪
♪ Then drop in the sea ♪

Miss Carter.

Mr. Jarvis.

[Music continues]

Thank you for collecting me. I hope it wasn't a bother.

Not at all. I'm delighted to see you again.

Shall we?

Um, Mr. Jarvis...

Yes?

I understand Howard came out west for a defense contract.

He did.

And you did say you came out here to arrange his estate.

I think I see where this is heading.

What I don't understand...

You're puzzled, perhaps.

Uh, puzzled, yes, that's the word.

It's the flamingo, isn't it?

It is, indeed, the flamingo.

[Flamingo squawks]

Regrettably, you are not the only house guest to whom Mr. Stark has extended an invitation.

Meet the newest member of the Stark mansion menagerie...

Bernard.

Bernard.

Bernard Stark, to give his full name.

[Flamingo squawks]

Ready for another adventure, Miss Carter?

Uh...

Where is Howard?

Mr. Stark's latest hobby keeps him quite busy.

He's opening a moving-picture studio.

Fancies himself to be Cecil B. Demille.

Fatty Arbuckle, more like.

I'll rent a car and get out of your hair as soon as possible.

Oh, no. With Mr. Stark out of town, I can easily shuttle you from place to place.

Oh, I'd never dream of such an imposition.

Miss Carter, you have no idea how foreign Los Angeles will seem to a civilized person such as yourself.

They eat avocados with everything.

The foliage is preposterous. Take the palm tree.

Would you trust the structural integrity of such a thing?

No, I suppose not.

They afford no shade.

Everybody says it's a very dry heat, but that doesn't mean it isn't unbearably hot.

And worst of all, the drivers are both abundant and abundantly irresponsible.

While I appreciate your concern, I am certain I can hazard the Los Angeles driving conditions.

Miss Carter, since our last adventure, my life has consisted of oiling floorboards, cleaning pools, and...

[Flamingo squawking]

Transporting exotic livestock.

I'm profoundly and exhaustively bored.

Please, at least until Mr. Stark returns, allow me to drive you around.

When can we expect our esteemed Mr. Stark to return from the preproductions of his motion picture?

That depends on how long the location scout allows Mr. Stark to... scout her locations.

Oh.

[Engine revs]

[Brakes squeal]

Are we certain this is the place?

Positive as pie.

Thank you, Mr. Jarvis.

[Shoes tapping]

[Sighs]

Mm.

[Bell dings]

Hey, Peg!

I didn't realize you were in town.

Let me show you right through to Mr. Auerbach.

Oh!

I'm sorry.

I don't think you're right for the Auerbach Theatrical Agency.

Have a nice day.

[Scoffs]

That's the third place this week.

We don't advertise.

Our sign is barely legible. [Bell dings]

Our address is wrong in the city directory.

And yet, somehow, they find us.

Come.

I'll show you right through.

You out here long?

Possibly.

Well, that pasty skin's gonna get b*rned if you don't cover up.

Is California to your liking?

[Sighs] I was so sick of those New York shadows.

The moment I heard Chief Sousa was heading up the new L.A. bureau, I leapt at the opportunity.

It's hot out here, sure, but it's a...

Dry heat.

Yes.

Do you know I took up surfing?

[Chuckles]

[Sighs]

The "R" to the "S" cabinet.

That's easy enough to remember.

[Metal clanking, gears whirring]

♪

How is... everything?

Everything is through the first door on your right.

You can't miss him.

♪

[Indistinct conversations]

[Sighs]

[Telephone rings]

This is agent O'Malley.

[Indistinct conversation]

Well, call him again.

Man: Yes, sir.

Hello.

♪

Chief.

Peggy.

What are you doing here?

The lady of the lake k*ller.

Right.

Thompson said you requested backup.

Yes, yes. Yes, of course.

Unless you've solved it already.

No, no, no. I... I was expecting...

You didn't put the request in.

No, I did.

But not for me.

I... I just didn't think you were coming till tomorrow.

Um...

Welcome to Los Angeles.

Thank you.

♪

I know that all your time has been consumed with setting up the SSR's west coast bureau...

It has been.

Traveling across the country...

And staffing the office, I know.

But I did call on several occasions.

I'm sorry. I, uh...

Why didn't you return my messages?

Because sometimes, a three-hour time difference feels like a lifetime.

Henry: Okay!

I've got three more boxes of old case files downstairs.

[Grunts]

Detective Andrew Henry, L.A.P.D. Homicide, this is Agent Peggy Carter, SSR, New York.

How many of you agents do we need?

As many as it takes to catch the k*ller.

Well, that's zero. This new body means I'm gonna have journalists clawing down my door.

With a little help from the press, I'll catch our bad guy before evening rush on Cahuenga Pass.

What if the frozen lake and the m*rder aren't connected?

How do you figure?

You think they're unrelated.

The body was dumped at another time...

But was found only when another incident caused the lake to freeze.

Unlikely.

Most doubtful.

But not impossible.

What was that old dooley saying?

"Explore all avenues for unturned stones."

What's a dooley?

The SSR came on board because a body of water froze during a heat wave.

The first step we should take is to determine whether or not the dead body and the frozen lake are even the same crime.

[Shuddered breathing]

A thousands heaters blasting in here and it's still freezing.

I wish you'd called.

So we'd know to bring long Johns?

So I could tell you not to come.

I don't have an autopsy report.

Henry: Meltzer, you're kidding me.

This is the best chance we've had in two years to catch our man.

Why the delay?

Meltzer: This isn't a layer of frostbite.

She's frozen through and through.

Even with the heat shining on her?

She's only beginning to thaw, but you'll have to wait a bit longer, unless you want the autopsy performed with a chisel.

Is there anything you could tell us from a visual inspection?

Well, her s*ab wounds are consistent with the other lady of the lake victims.

Here's the shoes.

They're on the wrong feet.

Well, the k*ller's signature is to switch his victim's shoes.

That detail was never released to the papers.

See? We got our guy.

Do we know whether the body caused the lake to freeze or vice versa?

No.

And to add to your ever-growing list of things we don't know...

I can't explain this, either.

♪

Fetch a chisel.

Samberly: That's not ice.

Then what is it?

Short answer is, I don't know. So is the long answer.

And there's nothing else you can tell us?

I'm doing my best.

You field agents, always looking down your noses at us lab techs.

Excuse me?

Just because we don't carry g*ns doesn't mean we're not in the SSR.

We value your contributions.

We're just asking...

Then why not invite me when you agents grab drinks?

Aren't you always invited?

No. Never.

Well, yes.

Of course you're invited, doctor...

Samberly.

Samberly. Yes, Samberly.

What about the glow?

Samberly: The non-native matter is in a radioisotopic form, ionizing the nitrogen molecules in the air and blood to create the luminescence.

The only occurrence that could create such a phenomenon is by producing the radioisotope in the form of uranium.

[Coughs] What does that mean?

She was near a particle accelerator.

The one used in the Manhattan project is in Tennessee.

There's another one in Pasadena at Isodyne Energy.

I applied there but instead chose to go with SSR.

Unfortunately.

What is Isodyne Energy?

Isodyne Energy is a development laboratory dedicated to fuel initiatives in the 20th century.

Is there anything else I can help you with today?

Do you know who works with the particle accelerator?

Our scientists.

Is there anything else I can help you with today?

We'd like to look around your facilities.

Do you have a search warrant?

We do not.

Is there anything else I can help you with today?

We're pussyfooting around here while the k*ller's stalking his next victim.

Before we leave, um, may I use your restroom?

Why not? We've already wasted an hour coming here.

It's, um, on your right.

Is there anything else I can help you with...

No!

Do I need a search warrant to know how many years you've worked at Isodyne?

[Door opens]

Oh.

Oh! Excuse me. Oh. Sturdy.

Um, three years.

[Buzzer]

Is there anything else that I can help you with today?

♪

[Door closes]

[Indistinct conversation]

♪

Do you want to be thunderstruck?

♪

Come here.

[Door opens]

I hope you'll forgive me, but what you're about to experience will change your life forever.

I'm not one for surprises.

[Motor whirring]

♪

Taste this.

Are you poisoning me?

Well, that's ethanol, so...

Yes.

♪

Well, I'm usually a-a whiskey girl, but [Chuckles] this is the best wine I've ever tasted.

See?!

See, I realized that by manipulating the oxygen in the malic and succinic acids, I could tweak the pH balan...

So you're a genius.

No.

But yes.

[Chuckles]

Who are you?

Uh, Agent Carter, with the Strategic Scientific Reserve.

Do you know this woman?

Oh, my God.

That's Jane... J-Jane Scott.

W-what happened to her?

Did she work with the particle accelerator here?

W-we didn't overlap. I-I work in containment research.

I think she was a particle physicist.

Did she have any friends here?

Well...

There were some rumors, but I don't like to participate.

By telling me, you wouldn't be gossiping about Jane.

You'd be helping her.

Let's just say that...

She had a very close relationship with the owner of Isodyne Energy...

Calvin Chadwick.

By that, I mean they were involved.

Yes, I understand.

Sleeping together.

Your point is made.

[Door opens] Excuse me.

I'm sorry I got you caught.

Well, at least they didn't find my scotch distillery.

[Chuckles] Here's my business card.

If I can be of any more help, or if you want some more wine.

Thank you, Doctor... Wilkes.

Let me give you my personal number.

Oh, uh...

Very well.

Maybe I should have your number, as well.

I, uh... I... I... don't believe that's necessary.

Of course. Great.

[Chuckles] Great.

Thank you.

Yes.

[Horns honking]

Calvin Chadwick's office is stonewalling us, too.

This is a sketch from a witness's description of a man seen near Echo Park late at night two years ago.

You know who this doesn't look like? Calvin Chadwick.

Mr. Chadwick owns a horse racing this afternoon at Santa Anita.

The man is running for Senate.

Well, then he'll be kissing babies and pressing palms, as well as hooves.

That's not my gist, lady.

Calvin Chadwick is a wealthy industrialist.

He's not going around k*lling women and throwing them in a lake.

What lead are you proposing we follow?

Not one from the word of some janitor.

Jason Wilkes is a physicist!

Look, sweetheart, I don't know how you do things in New York, but out here, if we go after Chadwick, the papers are gonna crucify us when they find out we're wrong.

And what if we're right?

How would you handle it, detective?

I would use the press to our advantage.

Give an interview to the newsreels, get the word out there.

I take it you have journalist contacts?

I got contacts all over the place.

I'll arrange everything, okay?

Have at it.

We'll comb through your old files, see if there isn't a clue we missed.

Thank you.

[Telephone rings]

El Lobo's racing in the fourth.

Place a bet for me after you find Chadwick.

My wife, Ana, has a very modern sense of style.

I'm certain she'll have picked out the perfect outfit for you for a covert operation at the races.

She's your stylist, what can go wrong?

[Flamingo squawks, tires screech]

♪

[Flamingo squawks]

I couldn't maneuver him into the enclosure.

He's the devil in pink.

[Tires screech, flamingo squawks]

Jarvis: Mrs. Jarvis!

[Gasps] Miss Carter is here.

[Hungarian accent] Miss Carter, I feel like I already know you.

Oh.

[Laughs] Oh!

She hugs.

[Chuckles]

She does not hug.

It's a pleasure to finally meet.

Yes.

Well, I'll give you both some privacy.

Excuse me, Mr. Jarvis.

Oh.

Hmm.

♪

[Moaning passionately]

[Sighs]

She's an embarrassing creature.

[Laughs]

He's too easy.

What's that look?

Uh, I don't know.

I suppose I was expecting someone more...

Like Mr. Jarvis? In a girdle?

[Laughs] Precisely.

From his tales of your heroics, I was picturing a circus strongman in a wig.

[Chuckles]

I've selected a few potential ensembles for the racetrack, but I've also sewed you...

This.

What is it?

A garter.

That's also a holster.

[Gasps]

[Giggles]

You are fantastic.

[Laughs]

[Chuckles]

[Flashbulbs popping, big-band music playing]

[Indistinct conversations]

♪

[Flashbulb pops]

That is Calvin Chadwick.

[Flashbulbs popping]

[Chuckles]

Oh, and his wife, Whitney Frost.

Who?

Whitney Frost, star of "the 'F' Stands for Freedom."

She doesn't look familiar.

Well, surely you've seen "Tales of Suspense."

I'm not one for the cinema.

What do you do for relaxation?

Assemble r*fles?

I trust you to distract her with your flattery.

Aside from "Danger," my middle name is "Charm."

[Sniffles]

[Both laugh]

Excuse me. Miss Frost?

Edwin Jarvis.

Head of production, Stark Pictures.

Oh. Charmed.

Might I have a word?

[American accent] Mr. Chadwick, I am one of your biggest advocates for Senate.

What a delight to see such an attractive young woman like yourself interested in politics.

If you don't b*at that ugly old representative Anderson, California is gonna go to hell in hand basket.

[Laughs]

I think I need you on my campaign committee.

Why, just the other day, I was extolling your virtues to a dear friend of mine... Uh, Jane Scott.

Yes.

Well...

Thank you for your support.

[Normal voice] Are you aware that Miss Scott is dead?

Who did you say you are, Miss?

Agent Peggy Carter with the SSR.

When was the last time you saw Miss Scott?

Is it SSR protocol to surprise people with the death notices of their employees?

I understand she was more privileged than an employee.

Is your wife aware you were having an affair?

You would be perfect for the lead role in a new Stark Pictures production.

Really? And what's the picture?

The movie?

Yes.

Th-that Stark Pictures is... is currently casting is... is called...

"The British Are Coming."

Mm.

I'm tired of costume dramas, to be honest.

Oh, no, no, no.

This would be a... A spy picture.

No, you'd play a female agent.

Tough as nails.

Now I'm intrigued.

So, she, uh, doesn't have a love interest?

Um, uh... we haven't found the right actor yet.

If you have nothing to hide, you'll hand over a complete list of employees at Isodyne Energy.

I'm a patriot and I would gladly help, but Isodyne Energy deals in classified and confidential United States government contracts.

If you get proper clearance, I will give you a tour myself.

And in the meantime, I have to collect my winnings.

Have a good day, Miss Carter.

Hello, love. Mr. Jarvis, our horse lost.

Oh, no.

We'll be in touch, Miss Frost.

Carter: Chadwick was nervous.

He has more to hide than a dalliance with an employee.

Now that the autopsy report's complete, we'll have a better idea of what happened.

[Door opens, closes]

[Henry coughs, scoffs]

Been on this case for two years and you're not gonna wait for me?

Boy.

[Sighs]

[Coughs]

[Door creaks]

Still freezing in here.

How did Meltzer even cut into the body?

Sousa: What'd you find, Dr. Meltzer?

[Ice creaking]

Dr. Meltzer?

♪

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Sighs]

It's been over 24 hours.

Shouldn't I get a phone call?

Where's Peggy?

Carter?

She's moved on to a new case.

You're yesterday's news for her.

But who's gonna interrogate me?

My boss and I...

We used to have this routine to get suspects to turn.

He was the carrot, and I was the stick.

He spoke smoothly, and I didn't speak at all.

See, the problem is, is that you and your Commie friends, well...

[Clears throat]

You k*lled the carrot.

[Carrot slams]

♪

And I'm not afraid of you.

♪

What you're gonna tell me...

[Grunts]

♪

You're too easy. We need Peggy.

[Door opens]

Jack! [Grunting]

♪

Did Agent Carter mention what she wanted me to see?

Only that it was of the utmost importance.

[Clank]

That used to be a person?

Carter: Can you explain such an occurrence?

Not even in my nightmares.

Oh, my God. I need some air.

If we lent you a sample, are there tests you could run to determine what happened?

Yes. Yes.

Th-this is a lot to take in.

Dr. Wilkes, can you excuse us, please?

Yeah. Um...

I'm gonna get some water.

[Clears throat]

[Sighs]

[Ice creaking]

♪

Carter: What is it?

The official autopsy report.

Cause of death... organ failure due to unknown toxic substance.

Exactly... Not the s*ab wounds.

So someone stabbed the body after she'd already d*ed.

The m*rder*r wanted us to think Jane Scott was k*lled by the lady of the lake k*ller...

When actually, she was k*lled from exposure to the substance that froze the lake.

Her shoes were switched on her feet.

The only people that knew that detail were the actual lady of the lake k*ller and...

And the police.

Where's Detective Henry?

Henry: Keep it moving. Go.

Gentlemen!

Tighten your jaw.

Excuse me?

He's gonna...

Hit you.

Get in.

What is it you expect me to do?

You're gonna fix me. Go.

♪

Tell me... who were you stealing this pin from?

Why did you want it so badly?

Now that I have your interest, what will you give me?

Me give you?

♪

A b*ating you won't forget.

If you want more from me than a sore throat, this needs to be an exchange.

Peggy would've known that.

And what does that sick head of yours think Carter would've offered you?

Deportation is better than prison.

Prison is better than the electric chair.

Deal.

Show me the paperwork, and I will tell you exactly who I was stealing that lapel pin from and why.

[Door opens]

Hey!

This is a federal interrogation.

Who let you in here?

I did, Jack.

[Bolt cutter snaps]

The Federal Bureau of Investigation will be taking custody of Miss Underwood.

♪

Jack, you are doing great work.

You're making a real name for yourself.

Then why does the FBI get the prize?

Let's get a drink.

Tell Peggy I say bye.

Man: All right, this way. Let's go.

Come on, Jack.

The suspect is detective Andrew Henry, L.A.P.D.

He is armed and dangerous.

Approach with caution.

Oh! Oh, is it broken?

You'll live. Keep your head back.

Of course I'll live.

I'm worried about the aesthetic.

Ana's absolutely mad about my profile.

[Scoffs] Look.

♪

[Brakes squeal]

♪

Keep your head down.

A b*llet hitting your nose will be harder to explain to Ana.

Andrew Henry! Jason Wilkes!

If you're inside, come out with your hands raised!

The windows are frosted over.

[Ice creaking]

Steering column's frozen.

He had to ditch the car.

Dr. Wilkes left us a bread crumb.

Mr. Jarvis, I'll need you to wait here for the police.

Direct them to follow us.

Will do.

Here.

Well, I suppose this is progress.

Only use it if absolutely necessary.

And tell the police not to fire, either.

We have a lot of questions for Detective Henry.

Very well.

But if I do see this Detective Henry, I can't promise not to bludgeon his nose.

So the cops will spot you.

I shall be a beacon of justice.

♪

We're nowhere near isodyne!

L-listen, I-I'm sure you had a perfectly good reason for k*lling Jane.

I didn't k*ll anyone.

Then why are you doing this?

For the right money, I clean up other people's messes.

So when I was hired to take care of Jane Scott's body, I made it look like the lady of the lake k*ller to revive the case.

My lieutenant had pulled all my resources!

Don't you see?!

I'm a good guy!

You go left, I'll go right.

Give a shout if it gets chilly.

You, too.

[Siren wails in distance]

Oh, oh! You hear that?

P-put your g*n down, let them help you.

We'll lose them, okay? And then you're gonna cure me!

[g*nshots]

Man: Don't fire!

Let's go! Move in!

[Grunts] Hi.

I said no g*ns.

Holster your weapons.

Where is Detective Henry?

Back that way.

Stay here.

You should, too.

[Breathing heavily]

[Gasps]

♪

Put down the g*n.

Or what? You're gonna k*ll me?

Look at me. I'm dying!

We can help you.

I won't last. You'll see.

Take a step back.

We can work this out.

They're not gonna let us.

Who won't let us?

[g*nsh*t]

I said no g*ns!

I'm sorry.

I-I left my radio in the car.

Do you have any idea how much legwork it took to catch Dottie Underwood?

Of course I do.

Don't you trust me to grill her?

Jack, who's been your biggest supporter since day one?

You have, Vernon.

When your father called me, talking about his w*r-hero son acting aimless, who got you the gig at the best intelligence agency both sides of the Atlantic?

And I appreciate everything you've done.

I do.

I just...

I feel like the person who fights the bear should be the one to get the honey.

I'd never steer you wrong, Jack.

Then why are you giving the FBI credit for the capture of Underwood?

You need to start playing the long game here.

The SSR is a wartime agency, and the w*r is over.

Am I being fired?

Worse.

You're becoming irrelevant.

The entire department of w*r is being restructured, which means that the SSR is going the way of the dinosaur.

It's a different world now.

And you've got to ask yourself, "do I want to be the former chief of the SSR or the current muckety-muck of the next big thing?"

I want to be in the muck.

And that's the kind of attitude that's gonna serve you very well.

[Sighs]

Dottie Underwood was attempting to steal from some very powerful men who have even more powerful allies.

Like who?

The important thing is, you stopped her, and those men... They know you did.

Now, you keep your nose to the grindstone, and they'll make sure that your next position befits your pretty face.

[ Jazz music playing]

[Siren wails in distance]

Dr. Wilkes, I feel responsible for putting you in danger's path.

Wonder how many days it will take my heartbeat to slow.

If whatever k*lled detective Henry and the medical examiner is contagious, then we've all been exposed.

I'm guessing that whatever it is, you can't get it unless you've been exposed to contaminated blood.

The medical examiner had the most intense and prolonged exposure, which may explain why he succumbed first.

At your earliest convenience, I'm going to need a written report stating exactly what Detective Henry told you.

I'll get it to you immediately.

I want to thank you properly for saving my life, Agent Carter.

That's not necessary.

How about dinner and dancing?

This Saturday evening?

You're a brave man.

But I make it my policy not to socialize with persons of interest.

Of... Of course.

That makes perfect sense.

But it's nice to know you find me interesting.

♪

The job's done.

Good man.

See, hon?

You figured out how to fix it all.

[Chuckles]

And that's the last time we should have to dirty our hands, hmm?

Just because you dirtied other parts of your anatomy.

I'm not sure whether you follow the adventure or the adventure follows you.

Who do you think k*lled Jane Scott?

I don't know.

Me, neither.

And the case isn't closed.

Guess I'll be around for a bit longer.

You think that scientist will help us out?

He'll write a report, but I doubt he'll know the full extent of what his employers are up to.

Right.

Was quite a night.

[Chuckles] I could do with a drink.

How about you?

I can't tonight.

Maybe another time?

Yes, of course.

I forgot my jacket.

Go on without me.

Oh. Night.

Night.

Woman: Daniel!

Over here.

[Sousa laughs] What are you doing here?

Hi.

What a surprise.

I got off work early.

Let's get out of here.

♪

[Horn honks]

I'm parked down here!

[Machinery humming]

[Whooshing]