Agent Carter (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 1 - Now Is Not the End - full transcript

STEVE: This thing's moving too fast,

and it's heading for New York.

CARTER: Give me your coordinates.
I'll find you a safe landing site.

There's not gonna be
a safe landing,

but I can try
and force it down.

(STAMMERS) I'll get
Howard on the line.

He'll know what to do.

I got to put her in the water.

Please, don't do this.

We have time. We can work it out.

Peggy.



This is my choice.

(WIND WHISTLING)

(TEAKETTLE WHISTLING)

(SONG PLAYING ON RADIO)

I thought we could stop off
in Lucerne

for a late-night fondue.

Stark is the best civilian pilot
I've ever seen.

We're lucky to have him.

(MAN GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

- Don't bother.
- Colleen.

I can't feel my feet.

They let 10 girls go yesterday.

(SNEEZES)



Did they say why?

Because 10 more GIs
got discharged.

I had to show a guy from
Canarsie how to use a rivet gun.

Oh. I think I have tuberculosis.

Thanks, by the way.

You loaned this to me last night
while you were at work.

(SCOFFS) It looks better on you.

Kind of thing might really
catch a man's eye...

Say, on a date?

Well, don't hold your breath,
especially with tuberculosis.

You know,
there's a difference between

being an independent woman
and a spinster.

Is it the shoes?

(CHUCKLES)

Clock out, pull the curtains,
and sleep. Peggy's orders.

(SIGHS) 'Kay.

If I don't see you, remember,

we're going to the movies
on Saturday.

- I have the night off.
- I'll try.

You know how busy
the office keeps me.

Peg, you work
at the phone company.

It ain't life and death.

Darling, you have no idea.

(HORNS HONKING)

(JACKHAMMER POUNDING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(TELEPHONES RINGING)

Good morning, Rose.

Lot of hubbub today, Peg.
DC line's hot.

Love the hat.

(GEARS GRINDING)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

MAN: Who was the asset
on that?

MAN 2: The asset was...

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

(ALARM BUZZING)

Agent Carter, we just caught
a redball out of DC.

All hands on deck.

Meaning cover the phones.

Rose, forward all calls
to the briefing room.

Covered. Shall we?

- (FANFARE PLAYING)
- (PROJECTOR RUNNING)

ANNOUNCER:
Americans have long followed

the career
of inventor Howard Stark,

from boy genius
to weapons developer

to multimillionaire.

Even more have followed
his private life.

But his most recent exploits

threaten to send this flyboy
into a nosedive.

Accused of selling weapons
to the enemy,

the founder of Stark Industries

was recently called
to Capitol Hill.

May I ask a question?

WEBSTER: Not until
you answer the question

already before
this committee.

It's been so long, I don't even
remember what it was.

Did you knowingly sell
military-grade technology

to enemies
of the United States?

Not knowingly.

Did you do it
unknowingly?

Now, by definition, that would
be impossible to answer.

- (LAUGHTER)
- (CHUCKLES)

(PROJECTOR STOPS)

So far,
six pieces of Stark's technology

have turned up
either on the black market

or in the arsenals
of enemy states.

He's been waffling
on the hill,

treating the whole thing
like a joke.

Yesterday was
the final day of hearings.

Stark didn't show.

They checked
his half a dozen houses

and his half a dozen offices.
Nothing.

So, as of this moment,

Howard Stark is not only
in contempt of Congress,

he's a fugitive from justice.

Find him. Squeeze him till he
loses his sense of humor.

Thompson.

You're lead.

I'll ground his planes,
freeze his bank accounts.

There's a girl at First Federal
who wants to owe me a favor.

Sir, I really must object.

Why am I not surprised?

I knew Howard Stark
during the war.

His help was invaluable.

He may be a great many things,
but he's not a traitor.

We're all aware of your record, Agent.

I'm sure being Captain America's...

Liaison...

Brought you into contact with
all sorts of interesting people.

But the war's over.

Let the professionals decide
who's worth going after.

Sounds like Carter knew
a lot of guys during the war.

What'd you say, Krzeminski?

I wasn't talking to you.

You owe the lady an apology.

Oh. You standing up
for her now, Sousa?

Better hurry. I don't have all day.

Huh? No?

Okay.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Agent Sousa,
about what you just did...

Ah, don't worry about it...

I wish you hadn't.

You're an agent.
They treat you like a secretary.

- I just wanted...
- And I'm grateful.

I'm also more than capable
of handling

whatever these adolescents
throw at me.

Yes, ma'am.

Doesn't mean I have to like it, though.

Well, that's another thing
we have in common.

Carter?

Gonna be a little busy
with your friend, Stark.

If you don't mind,
these surveillance reports

need to be filed, and...

You're really so much better
at that kind of thing.

What kind of thing is that,
Agent Thompson? The alphabet?

I can teach you.

Let's start with words
beginning with "A."

(CHUCKLES)

Thanks, kid.

Adios. Auf wiedersehen. Aloha.

Poor guy.

Heard he got his personality
shot off in Iwo Jima.

(BIG-BAND MUSIC PLAYING)

I saw him once
at a USO show in Passaic.

You can eat him with a spoon.

Yes, I understand
he was quite something.

- (BELL DINGS)
- COOK: Order up!

Everything all right, English?

Fine, Angie,
if you don't count work.

Boys at the phone company
giving you a hard time?

No more than usual.
It's just...

During the war, I had a sense
of purpose, responsibility.

But now I connect the calls,

but I never get a chance
to make them.

Do you know what I mean?

I had an audition today, uptown.

Took three trains,

got two bars into
Is You Is Or Is You Ain't...

They gave me the hook.

I guess I ain't.

We all got to pay our dues,
even if it takes a while.

You got talent.

It's just a matter of time
before Broadway calls.

I'm afraid I can't carry a tune.

Doesn't matter
when you got legs like yours.

MAN: This is supposed
to be a BLT?

Where's the girl?

Oh, I'm sorry.
Do you not work here anymore?

Looks like I got to go.

Is he a regular?

Yeah, but a regular what,

I'm not allowed to say that
on the clock.

See ya later.

(SONG PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

MAN: Miss Carter?

Do I know you?

Oh, we haven't had
the pleasure.

But we may yet.

You're coming with me.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

I know.

I should've called first.

Did you miss me?

CARTER: They're calling you a traitor.

I'm calling it a setup.

I have a vault.

"Had," I should say.

Sub-basement of my office.
Triple-thick, lead-lined.

It was where
I kept my bad babies.

Bad babies?

Inventions too dangerous for anyone...

Even my friends.

Which begs the question,
why invent them at all?

I can't help what I think of,

but I can damn well control
what I sell.

At least, I could until last month.

CARTER: What happened last month?

I was in Monaco...

With a lovely tax advisor.

When I got back, I found a hole under
my vault, all the way to the sewer.

Somebody cleaned me out.

A couple of weeks later,
my bad babies,

they start turning up
on the black market.

But why run?

Why not tell the Senate the truth,
ask for their help?

Apparently, it's not too big a jump

to see me
cutting a hole in my own vault

and making some money
on the sly.

Really?

I'm just considering all the angles.

Seems you have a lot of them.

Now, that's the Peggy Carter I need.

- For what?
- To clear my name.

You can't be serious.

I try not to be,

but sometimes it just slips out anyway.

Oh, come on, Peg.
You know darn well I didn't do this,

which means the SSR
is looking for the wrong guy.

I want to find the right guy.

But I'm gonna need someone
on the inside, someone I can trust.

And, Peg, there's no one I trust
more than you.

Howard, you're asking me
to become a traitor

in order to prove you are not one.

- You do see the irony?
- Come on, Peg.

I know they're not
using you right over there.

You want a mission that matters?
This is it.

My technology in the hands of some nut

that wants to be the next Red Skull...

You have no idea
how bad that could be.

Right now, you're the only one
that can stop that.

Here's good.

Kill the lights.

(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

(BUOY BELL RINGS)

Where are you headed?

Some of my babies
have already sold overseas.

I'm gonna pay them a visit.

The rest of them are here somewhere,
which is where you come in.

Word is, one of the nasty ones

is hitting the market
in the next day or two.

What is it?

Just a piece of paper...

My formula for molecular nitramene.

Technically, we're not
even sure it works,

but, well, let's face it.
I invented it, so it works.

If that stuff were ever fabricated...

Boom?

This much would level a city block.

And I'm not talking
the short ones. Avenues.

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

Absolutely.

But when you're not humiliating him,

that fellow up there
is my butler, Edwin Jarvis.

He'll help you in any way he can.

I owe you one, pal.

(BUOY BELL RINGS)

There are only a dozen fences

that can handle something
this hot.

(BOAT ENGINE STARTS)

You just got to learn which one.

And I figured you'd never
have any trouble finding a man.

The trick is finding the right one.

Nice to see you, too, Howard.

The next time you approach
a woman in a dark alley,

you might introduce yourself.

Well, I shall endeavor
to remember that,

provided my concussion
isn't too severe.

Should you need me.

Call any time before 9:00.

What happens at 9:00?

My wife and I go to bed.

7:00, sherry.
8:00, Benny Goodman. 9:00, bed.

You're new to espionage,
aren't you?

Far from it.

Last summer, I caught the cook
pocketing the good spoons.

What now, Miss Carter?

Now I go to work.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(HORNS HONKING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

You know, you are expected
to go home at night.

Most fugitive cases are solved
in the first 72 hours.

If Stark's sailing into the sunset,
maybe this is where he starts.

He must have really liked that girl.

Hmm?

Because there's no other reason
why he'd get in a boat.

I'm sorry, Daniel,
but Stark hates water.

He can't even swim.

Really? How do you...

He tried to kiss me on V-E day.
I knocked him into the Thames.

We had to get frogmen
to fish him out.

MAN: ...classified information...

CARTER: Something's up.

Thompson's working on his next medal.

Got word of a fence

trying to sell
one of Stark's inventions...

Club owner
named Spider Raymond.

Where's it happening?

Need-to-know only.

Kind of gives you
a warm feeling, doesn't it?

- Get you a refill?
- Actually, I'm still...

Drinking that.

Post eyes at the exits and at
the newsstand across the street.

Dress sharp...

Handkerchiefs, spit shine.

It'll be a rich crowd.

Do your best.

I'll call O'Dwyer,
get you some uniformed backup.

Too showy.
Raymond's paranoid.

Only things he lets slide
are blondes and money.

If we want to grab Raymond
and his buyer

with whatever it is
that Stark is selling,

then I go in light and fast.

We want everyone
feeling real comfortable.

Two men, side arms only.

That how you did it in Okinawa?

Sometimes.
Other times, we brought a tank.

Figured we'd save that for later.

(CHUCKLES)

Okay, Thompson, this is your play.

Grinding beans over there, Carter?

This is field agents only.

It's okay, Chief. Let her stay.
Maybe she'll learn something.

Thank you, Agent.
I already have.

What do you really want?

I wonder if I might request a sick day.

What's the matter?
Got a headache?

Amongst other things.

Ladies' things.

Oh, geez.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Yeah, sure, take the day.

Go shopping,
whatever makes you feel better.

Thank you for your understanding.

Enjoy your coffee.

You got any issues
need taking care of?

(BIG-BAND MUSIC PLAYING)

RAYMOND: If this stuff does
what you say it can, Brannis,

you're gonna be very rich.

And I'm guessing
a fair amount of people

are gonna be very dead.

You know, we could, uh,
do some serious business

if you'd just tell me
what else you got

out of
Howard Stark's basement.

What've you got?

A-bombs? Ray guns?

Jane Russell's number?

(CHUCKLES)

Well, whatever it is,

if you need to liquidate,
my door's open.

(DOOR OPENS)

Nice talking to you.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

You look like a lady
looking to dance.

(WITH AMERICAN ACCENT) I'm afraid
I'd only step on your toes.

Another time, perhaps.

Oh, no,
we're supposed to be upstairs.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

I'm looking for Mr. Raymond.

I have something I'd like to sell.

First door on the right.

Thanks, sugar.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Mr. Raymond, is this a bad time?

We'll only know after it's over.

Bring the rest of you in here.

I hope you don't find me forward.

Well, I'm not
the judgmental type.

Um...
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

(CLEARS THROAT)

I know you are in, um...

...possession of
a certain chemical formula.

I got a lot of club to run,
miss, so if you'd just...

It's okay.
Let's make this a game.

You seem like
you might like games.

You don't have to
tell me anything.

You just have to, um...

Look right here.

Now, I don't care where you got it,
but cards on the table...

You are the proud owner
of a certain chemical formula.

Just a little
piece of paper, right?

I have some friends
who would be very interested

in buying that formula.

Now, I know I said, "Spider Raymond,

"he doesn't hold on
to anything for long.

"He must already have a buyer."

But, you see, the thing is,
I think I can...

Offer you more.

Is it here?

Do you want me
to search you?

Sweetheart, I don't have it on me.

(CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTING)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Hey, boss, there's a guy
downstairs that's...

I guess
I'll just have him wait.

(SIGHS)

(NORMAL ACCENT)
Well, that was a bit premature.

(DIAL CLICKING)

(LOCK CLICKS)

Crikey O'Reilly.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(SONG PLAYING ON RADIO)

Jarvis residence.

- They've weaponized it.
- Miss Carter?

Do you know anyone else handling
high explosives at this time of night?

Oh, as a matter of fact, no.

It's just that
I promised my wife a soufflé.

And if I don't get it
in the oven by...

Mr. Jarvis, what was once
a theory is now a bomb,

so apologies to your wife,

but dinner
will have to wait.

No, you're quite right.

Mr. Stark left a note.
Hold the line.

(SONG CONTINUES)

Is the nitramene,
by any chance, glowing?

Yes.

Oh, that's not ideal.

"An orange glow
would indicate

"the nitramene
has reached peak volatility

"and should be handled
with caution.

"Cracking its shell
would result in an implosion

"with a blast radius
of..."

Oh. 500 yards. (SCOFFS)

Delightful.

"Render it inert
with a solution

"of sodium hydrogen carbonate
and acetate."

Where you're going to find that
at this time of night, I have no idea.

- Leave that to me.
- There's one last note here.

"Avoid touching the core
to the containment ring.

"Touching the core
will result in..."

Death?

I was going to say
"core overload,"

but yes.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- ANNA: Edwin, I'm home!

Uh, I won't be a moment, Anna!

If that will be all?

Mr. Jarvis, you do realize

that this job will have certain
after-hours requirements?

So does my wife,
Miss Carter.

Good night.

- (CLICK)
- (DIAL TONE)

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

You boys got a warrant,

or are you just here
to socialize?

Both.

You don't mind if we take
a look around, do you?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(LAUGHTER)

(GASPS)

Boss?

(MAN GRUNTS)

You don't say.

(WITH AMERICAN ACCENT)
Fancy a dance?

I'm so glad
you changed your mind.

What can I say?
It's every woman's right.

Oh, no.
No, no, no!

Hey, now.

Listen, friend,
I know we had a deal,

but the blonde
must've taken it.

I can fix this.

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

- Dip me.
- What?

Thanks, doll. We should
try it again sometime.

Maybe we shouldn't have
spent all that time

changing our clothes.

Seal the damn exits.

(SWITCH CLICKS)

Peg? Is that you?

(SIGHS) Oh, hey.

They sent me home, fever.

I didn't know
what time you'd be back.

I can take the chair.

No, don't even think about it.

(SNIFFLES)

I'll make you some tea.

Wow.

Peg, you look like
a million bucks.

Wait.
Were you out, out?

In a manner of speaking.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, Peg, I'm...
I'm really proud of you.

I knew you were too great a catch
to be alone for too long.

I want you
to tell me all about it...

In the morning.

(FIZZING)

(ENERGY CRACKLES)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SIGHS)

- (CLATTERING)
- Colleen?

Is everything all right?

(BOTTLE CLANKS)

Colleen?

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(FLOORBOARDS CREAK)

(GRUNTS)

(GAS HISSING)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(LOUD THUD)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(SOBBING)

JARVIS: I'm sorry to appear callous,

but is there any way
it can be traced back to you?

My name wasn't on the lease.

No one knew me except...

Did she have any family?

She lost a brother at Guadalcanal.

I'd only known her a few months.

I needed a place to stay.

I didn't know anyone in...

I seem to have a habit
of losing people closest to me.

Perhaps "losing" is too nice a word.

I get them killed.

Miss Carter.

When Howard came to me,
I was damn happy to see him.

I'd been wallowing in it
since the war,

wondering why no one would give
Agent Peggy Carter a shot.

So I grabbed the chance.

But I mucked it up.

And now Colleen is dead...

Because of me.

Miss Carter,
I've read your war record.

You are a credit
to your profession.

If the men in your office
can't see that,

then they're fools.

You were trying
to do something good,

and I believe
you accomplished it.

But was it worth it?

I don't think we'll know that
until the job is truly done.

(SIGHS)

Where does your wife
think you are right now?

One of Mr. Stark's
more amorous admirers

has refused
to vacate his penthouse.

I am presently
supervising her extraction.

I imagine that's quite believable.

(COUGHS)

You have no idea.

(CHUCKLES)

We need to know
where this came from.

But I can't exactly walk it
into the SSR headquarters.

(SOFTLY) I may know a gentleman.

JARVIS: Dr. Vanko,
what do we have here?

DR. VANKO:
A lanthanum carbon alloy.

Rather clever.
I might add, rather unstable.

So it couldn't have come
from very far away.

Well, before the war,

there were only three refineries
capable of something like this.

The Navy
tore down Franklin Chemical,

and Eaglestar
converted to diesel,

so that only leaves...

CARTER: Roxxon.
VANKO: Right.

This has to be 200 acres.

It would take weeks
to search.

Dr. Vanko, please tell me
that isn't still, um...

Volatile.

Oh, volatile...
No, no.

Active? (CHUCKLES)

Oh, yes.

The nitramene still emits
low levels of vita-radiation.

Vita-rays?

Yeah, we occasionally use them
in our experiments to stabilize the...

I know what they do.

(HORN HONKING)

I'm gonna need a rain check
on that dance.

A week next Saturday,
at the Stork Club.

You got it.

8:00 on the dot.
Don't you dare be late.

Just be there.

We'll have the band
play something slow.

I'd hate to step on your...

(STATIC)

Steve?

Steve...

(CRUTCH CLICKS)

Sorry. I still haven't
quite got the hang of...

It's fine.

I can assure you,
I don't do this often.

You know, after I got hit...

At the field hospital,
the chaplain asked me

was there anybody
I wanted to send my effects to,

should, you know,
the worst happen.

I told him I didn't think
my dad had much use

for two pairs of green socks
and an old paperback.

Let him remember my life,
you know?

'Course, I didn't die,
which was inconvenient,

because the chaplain had already
trashed my footlocker.

Still missing half my stuff.

Can't find my leg
anywhere.

(CHUCKLES)

Daniel.

You're one of the lucky ones.

(SIGN BUZZING)

(STATIC)

(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)

(STATIC CRACKLING)

(TYPEWRITER BELL DINGS)

(BELL DINGS)

(STATIC CRACKLING)

(BELL DINGS)

CARTER: Well-armed
for a mothballed facility,

wouldn't you say?

Keep your eyes open.

But I'm coming with you.

Mr. Jarvis, that cook with the spoons...

Was she a large woman?
Violent?

Well, no, she was
quite diminutive, actually,

but she had a vicious tongue
and extremely long...

...fingernails.

(DEVICE HUMMING)

Oh.

Oh!

(CLANK)

(GRUNTS)

(CANISTER HISSES)

Takes a minute to cool.

I'm taking a pretty big risk
doing this.

Least you could do
is smile.

(GASPS)

JARVIS: Miss Carter,
it seems that...

(CLICK)

(BEEP)

(DEVICE SQUEALS)

(SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

That's far enough!

I wouldn't.

(SYNTHESIZED)
You don't want to fire again.

Who are you?

I'm an independent businessman
just trying to make his mark.

By murdering people?

I don't murder people.

I just sell
to people who do.

And what about your friend?

Green suit?

Scar on his throat
like yours?

He's not my friend.

Tell me his name,
or so help me God,

I'll blow us both to hell.

He doesn't have a name
anymore.

And you can go ahead
and pull that trigger,

'cause if he's here,
we're both dead anyway.

Leviathan is coming.

Who?

They'll tell you themselves
soon enough.

You're not gonna like the future...

Such as it is.

30 seconds, Agent.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

Mr. Jarvis, do you think
you could bring the car around?

Of course.
When would you like it?

Oh, in about 20 seconds.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

- MAN: Stop him!
- (MACHINE-GUN FIRE)

Meet me on the access road!

You know I'm being shot at!

Now!

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Stark!

Where are you?

Just keep driving!

Could you be slightly more specific?

No!

- Miss Carter?
- Go! Go!

Don't you want to get in?

(GRUNTS)

Drive faster!
We've only got 10 seconds!

What happened back there?

If we live,
I'll tell you all about it.

- Faster!
- I am going faster!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

It would seem it works.

SOUSA: Flight manifests
turned up nothing.

We got a call in to London.
I know a guy there. He's...

We were in the middle
of something here, Jack.

That bouncer from
the broom closet finally came to.

Says he caught a blonde with
Raymond's body around 9:30.

Why didn't he stop her?

'Cause they're still
pulling staples out of his face.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Get that.

Chief Dooley's office.

So we're looking
for an angry blonde.

Have you called my house?

And that is where
my promotion comes in, Chief.

I talked
to the club photographer.

He thinks he got a shot of her.

I'm thinking real hard about
kissing you right now, son.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

Double-time this
over to the lab, see if we can...

Port authority says
Roxxon Refinery just blew up.

The whole thing?

Any casualties?

Hard to say.
They can't find the building.

Let's go.
You two, you're with me.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

CARTER:
Perhaps some warm milk.

JARVIS: Something a little stronger
might be in order.

You did very well, Mr. Jarvis.

Your wife would be very proud.

She must never, ever know.

You'll get used to that.

What word did he use?

"Leviathan."

I'll check Mr. Stark's files.

Provided the SSR
hasn't taken them all.

Get some rest.

To be perfectly honest...

I'm not sure
I'll sleep for days.

- (BELL DINGS)
- COOK: Order up!

Hey, honey, you back there,

or are you still
getting your beauty sleep?

Yes, sir.
You're in early this morning.

How can I help?

You do know the difference

between real eggs
and powdered ones, right?

Believe it or not.

I did three weeks
in a POW camp.

The Nazis fed us better than this.

Next time, don't get smart
with me, sweetheart.

Your brains aren't your best feature.

(SMACKS)

(CHUCKLES)

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

I understand
you're not happy with your meal.

- You work here?
- Unfortunately, no.

- Ohhh!
- Just so we're clear,

this is pressed into your brachial artery.

It may be dull, but I'm determined.

Keep smiling.

Once you start to bleed,

you'll lose consciousness
in 15 seconds.

You'll die in 90 unless
someone comes to your aid.

Now, given your recent behavior,

how likely do you think
that is to happen?

(GROANS)

To prevent this
not entirely unfortunate event

from occurring, I'd suggest
you find a new place to eat.

Do we understand each other?

- (STRAINED) Yeah.
- Good.

Oh, one more thing. Tip generously.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(JARVIS SIGHS) Swish the glass
with the vermouth,

tip it out, then add the gin.

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Stark,

but I'm afraid
I can't be everywhere at once.

Well, you're quite right.

Miss Carter's an excellent choice.

I don't think she'll have
any suspicions at all.