Agent Carter (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 4 - The Blitzkrieg Button - full transcript

CARTER: I'm Peggy Carter.

- (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
- I work for the SSR,

America's premier
covert intelligence agency.

But now that the war is over,

my mission parameters
these days are...

Agent Carter, cover the phones.

...different.

That all changed when an old friend

asked me to become a double agent.

HOWARD: I have a vault.
Somebody cleaned me out.

A couple of weeks later,
my inventions...



They start turning up
on the black market.

He left me with an ally.

Edwin Jarvis.
He'll help you in any way he can.

As of this moment, Howard Stark
is a fugitive from justice.

You're the only one
that can clear my name.

THOMPSON: What did the lab rats say?

They think it's some kind
of long-range transmitter.

How long? Moscow-long?

You can't reveal
that you found these items.

They'll only use it to tear you down.

- Call it in.
- (SIREN WAILS)

KRZEMINSKI:
We got the Stark stuff.

Ease up on that, will you?

I don't want to end up inside out.



We're getting
promotions out of this.

(TRAFFIC LIGHT DINGS)

(THUD)

Watch where you're going.

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

Krzeminski would still be with us today
if it wasn't for Howard Stark,

whether he pulled the trigger or not.

We're only neck-deep
in this mess because of him.

(TRAIN HORN BLOWS)

You'll get your package
when we get our money.

You think the deal's gonna go sour?

Not with you, me,
and Jimmy standing guard.

(BALL THUDS)

One-grand bills?
You ever even seen these?

JARVIS: I can assure you
that is legal tender,

and far easier to transport
than 50,000 singles.

We'd believe you if we saw
an extra 100 of them.

That was not
the agreed-upon amount.

(BALL THUDS)

(SILENCE)

Mr. Mink does not smuggle goods
into this country for free, Mr. Jarvis.

Now, the inherent value
of any commodity or service

- should really have no effect...
- (GUN COCKS)

You were saying?

(BALL ROLLING)

Whoever's in there...

50,000 American dollars.
That was our understanding.

Fifty was for the delivery.

The extra hundred's for us
to keep our traps shut.

And I got three guys outside
that agree with me.

Come out, or I'm coming in.

Who's in there?

(GRUNTING)

We'll see if he can connect
when he gets out of the minors.

What's that?

Is that Jimmy?

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

Now, I'm sorry, but I can't agree
to such, pardon my language...

Extortion.

It's not "extrorshing."
This is a shakedown.

You could hand me the money,
or he could hand me the money.

Very well.

I have a further $50,000 in here.

It's all I have.

Take it or leave it.

Count it.

Sorry, you're counting
the ransom in front of me?

Our boss is a very precise man.

Your manners never cease
to disappoint.

(BOTH COUGHING)

- (BODY THUDS)
- (GUN COCKS)

(GRUNTS)

(BODY THUDS)

You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Jarvis.

JARVIS:
Hopefully our package is intact.

- (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
- Ah, my favorite foreigners.

Did Mr. Mink have his minions
blackmail you?

Indeed, sir.

You certainly know
how to pick your partners.

Well, Mr. Mink is a greedy,
black-market smuggler, sure,

but he got me
back into the country,

and he's predictable in his greed.

I like predictable, and I like greedy.

(GRUNTS)

- (GROANS)
- (BODY THUDS)

And I was so close
to running the table.

So, how are you two getting along?

Peggy tried Anna's goulash?

Peggy, Jarvis know you can do
107 one-armed pushups?

Howard, you came back
to New York City

risking notice from every
American intelligence agency.

- Hmm.
- Why?

Let's get back to my place.
We'll have some sherry.

- I'll explain everything.
- Stop the car.

(TIRES SCREECH)

- The residence is only a block away.
- What's the matter?

See that man waiting for the bus?
That's Agent Yauch.

You see that sedan
parked by the fire hydrant?

That is Agent Henry. Make a left.

That was my least-known property.
A dummy corporation holds the lease.

And another dummy corporation
owns that company.

The only people
who know about that penthouse

besides me and Jarvis
are Lana Turner, Jane Russell...

You do realize that my work
colleague Ray Krzeminski

was killed
while you were out gallivanting?

I was not gallivanting.

The SSR blames you,
and they're out for blood.

We must assume they're about to
uncover all of your residences,

your bank accounts,
your corporations.

So perhaps turning up
unexpectedly was not your best plan.

So, where can I hide?

(SIGHS)

God, help me.

Take a right up ahead.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(BRAKE CLICKS)

Ah.

The Griffith.

How's Miriam?

(SIGHS)

(METAL CREAKING)

(SIGHS)

Get in.

What? I hate small spaces.

What if the chain snaps
and I fall to my death?

Don't worry. I'll never reveal
that Howard Stark's dead body

is lying rotting in the bottom
of a dumbwaiter shaft.

What if I suffocate?

If Miriam finds us,
we'll be much more comfortable

in an electric chair.

Just for the record, I...

(WHIRRING)

(SIGHS)

Miss Carter, of all the women
in this establishment,

you are the one for whom
I am the most worried.

Oh, what a dismaying sentiment.

Well, the hours you keep
seem less that

of a woman gainfully employed
as a telephone operator

and more that of one who
frequents taxi dance halls.

Uh, I was just doing my laundry.

Do you know how many intruders
I have caught

inside that very dumbwaiter,

attempting to soil
the honor of some young lady?

I am certain that many a woman

owes her virtue to your watchful eye.

There are always the rebellious.

Alice Shaw once showed up
with her sister,

whom I immediately recognized
as a man in a girdle.

Oh.

Allow me to show you to your room.

Well...

We'll walk together.

You've been working all night
on the Stark case?

I got something
on our dead Russians.

We just got this...

Official report on the Battle of Finow.

Great. Only thing missing are words.

Good, old US Army
intelligence for you.

Redacted by
General John McGinnis.

As luck would have it,
he died a month ago.

What did the lab rats say
about your magic typewriter?

They're claiming it sends
signals back and forth.

To where, we don't know yet.

Maybe it's time we send
a message to our enemies.

I got another way
of talking to our enemies.

What do you mean?

Our intelligence indicates
the Russians were overrun

by a Nazi regiment
at the Battle of Finow,

led by this man,
Colonel Ernst Mueller.

He's due to be executed
in two days

for murder, extermination,
enslavement, deportation.

If I leave now,
I might just make it in time.

You're going
all the way to Germany?

What's some Nazi gonna tell us
about Howard Stark?

I got two Russians who both
reportedly died in Finow

only to show up alive here,
looking for Stark's gizmos.

Nobody, including
our own government,

wants to talk about
what really happened in Finow.

Chief, you're really gonna rely
on the word of a Nazi?

Son, I'd let Göring give me a hickey

if he'd get me to the bottom of this.

Till I get back, you're in charge.

Good luck, Chief.

Thank you, Chief.

MIRIAM: Time and again,
I have caught women

sneaking men
inside this sacred space.

Every woman was ejected at once.

Are you familiar
with the id and the ego?

Are they children's characters?

Mmm, good. It is unbecoming
for a lady to read Freud.

But what you must understand
is that, until a certain age,

you do not know
how to govern your own impulses.

And that leaves me to defend
young women from compulsions.

- Understood.
- (LOCK TURNS)

- Miss Carter?
- Hmm?

Your laundry?

(CLEARING THROAT)

Good night, Miss Fry.

It's nearly 6:00 a.m., Miss Carter.

(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

Howard!

(LORRAINE GIGGLING
IN DISTANCE)

(MUFFLED LAUGHTER)

(CHUCKLES) Yes? You just woke me.

(CLEARS THROAT) Not to worry.

This is my cousin Peggy.

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- Peggy, Lorraine.

Don't you think your cousin
looks just like Howard Stark?

My cousin is a lot shorter.

- (THUD)
- And much better-looking.

Come on, Peg.

We got family business
to discuss.

See ya.

I'll order up some sausage,
eggs, couple of Bloody Marys.

There's no room service, Howard.

I'm getting dressed and going to work.

So say what you have to say,

and it better include when
you're leaving my apartment.

I'm bound for Rio in three days.

Before I depart, I need to know which
of my inventions you've recovered.

Why?

Well, if I know
what the SSR has obtained,

I can determine how many
are still on the black market.

But why are you here?
Why isn't Jarvis the one asking me?

'Cause Jarvis doesn't have
one of these.

- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
- A camera-pen?

"A camera-pen?"

I was expecting
a little more enthusiasm.

Any idea how long it took me
to figure out lens miniaturization?

You don't have to get changed
with the door closed.

I thought we were friends.

(HORNS HONKING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Gather 'round. Come on.

Okay, who here knows what
Ray Krzeminski's middle name was?

Walter.

That's right. Walter.

Ray Walter Krzeminski.

And who knows
what the most important part

of agent Ray Walter Krzeminski's
name was?

Hmm?

Walter?

No. "Agent."

Just like all of us.

Now, Chief Dooley's gone to
break a lead in the Stark case.

And while he's gone, I'm in charge.

And while I'm in charge,
none of you will be resting.

So pick up your phones,
make kissy noises to your wives,

'cause we're not going home
until we start cracking heads.

And if you get tired,

remember how important
your names are...

Agents.

Now, form a single file
up to my office,

and I'll give you your
individual assignments. Come on.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Not eager to see what job

Commandant Thompson
has in store for you?

You mean the lunch order?

Where are you headed?

The anonymous call
that led to the Stark weapons...

I'm gonna see if I can pull a print
off the phone that rang it in.

It was a public phone.

The only thing you'll pull
is a bacterial infection.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, Sousa,
where do you think you're going?

To do some real police work,
oh man of action.

Hey, Sousa, you know,
now that Krzeminski's dead,

that makes you our biggest yo-yo.

Marge, start taking the lunch orders.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- Mr. Doobin.
- Aah! Aah!

Ah, Miss Carter.

That was embarrassing.

If you'd like to get
the lunch orders started,

I should be able to pick up all
the meals for the lab by noon.

How goes the research
on the Stark inventions?

(SCREAMING)

Whoa. I got it! I got it!

Ah, it's been a bit of a challenge.

- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
- Do you see this switch?

Every time that I push this switch,

I get a shock that runs right up
my arm and into my skull.

But do you see any other switch?

I do not.

Do you remember that, uh,
I used to wear glasses?

Of course.

It melted the glasses

- right off of my face.
- Hmm.

Now, is that the intended purpose?

- Uh, I don't know.
- Hmm.

But Howard Stark is either
an ignoramus or a genius.

Most likely both.

- Hmm.
- (SCREAMING)

- (SIGHS)
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

- (FOGHORN BLOWS)
- FRANK: I'll raise you a nickel.

You gonna bet, or what?

GEORGE: A nickel? Here you go.

Come on. (CHUCKLES)

Got you. (CHUCKLES)

Afternoon, fellas.

Hey, you want in on the action?
Ante's a nickel.

No, sir. I just want to ask you
a couple questions.

Either of you hear the commotion

down by the wharf the other night

by the boat called The Heartbreak?

Depends. You got a nickel?

(SIGHS)

(NICKEL CLINKS)

Thanks.

I didn't see a thing.
I camp down on 14th Street.

Frank, here, though...

You been here, what?
About a month, right?

(SIGHS)

Keep your money.

I don't play games with police.

Frank, I just want to know
what you saw.

Were you the one
who called in the tip?

You called in a tip to the cops?

I just said I ain't got
no business with Johnny Law.

There must be some kind of...

(GRUNTS)

Well, I win this hand, I guess.

(CLICKING)

I said $150,000.

Mr. Mink, we were hoodwinked.

Jarvis, he didn't come
by himself. He brought a girl.

- And five guys.
- Or six.

Yeah, six or seven guys.

They, they beat the snot out of us,

and there was nothing we could do.

That... That's the truth, Mr. Mink.

You are lying.

(GROANS)

(THUDDING)

Mr. Mink, I swear
I'm telling you the truth!

What was the woman's name?

I heard Stark call her "Peggy."

I swear, if I could
just follow the butler,

I'll... I'll find her,
the money, and Stark.

The time for money has passed.

No one crosses me.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Wait.
You want them dead?

I'll kill Stark and Peggy.

No, I'll take care of it.

(SCREAMING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Howard, I have the...

Howard!

Oh, for God's sake!

(SIGHS) Where are you now?

You're back.

Good. Uh, you know Helen?

Helen, my cousin Peggy.

You are disgusting.

Hey, look, Agent Sousa
found Howard Stark.

- We can all rest now!
- (LAUGHING)

- Hey!
- MAN: Great job.

No wonder we couldn't find him.
He looks rough.

What are you doing, Sousa?

He may have seen something
at the wharf before we arrived.

The only thing that that man has
seen is the bottom of a bottle.

Great job.

She seems uninhibited.

The first 10 or so might not be
suitable for your eyes.

(GROANS)

Your inventions.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Who is that?

Peggy!

(SIGHS)

Communal dining's one of the joys
of residing at the Griffith.

Peggy, are you in there?

- Sounds nice.
- Uh, stay away.

Uh, actually, Angie, I'm feeling
a little under the weather.

No, Peggy, you should go.

I worry about you.
You work too much.

I'll look through the rest
of the photos myself.

- (SIGHS)
- Peg, are you sure?

- You need Pepto?
- Coming.

Hey, bring me back some ham,
would you? Preferably roasted.

And some bread.
And potatoes, mashed.

You know what I like. Surprise me.

So, I walk into this diner.

This isn't a joke.

I walk into this diner,
and everybody starts clapping.

And I look around at first,
confused,

and then I realize,
oh, they're clapping for me,

in my dress uniform, 'cause I served
and came back alive, like you.

You and me ain't nothing alike.

So, I pretended to curtsy...

Played it off as a joke,
and then I'm working on my meal.

I look up.
I see another GI walk in.

So, I put down my fork,
put down my knife,

get ready to clap...

And nobody else does a thing.

Silence.

That's when I realized
they weren't clapping for me.

They were clapping
for this and this...

Clapping because
I make them feel guilty,

and they want to feel good.

You think because
I'm wearing a suit

and I got a clean shave,
we're different? We're not.

We're both people
nobody cares about.

(SIGHS)

No one clapped
when I came home.

One guy was sleeping
with my wife.

Another took my job at the mill.

We all got sad stories.

I still don't talk to cops,
even pathetic ones.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

I'd clap, but I don't
want to hurt your feelings.

- (SIGHS)
- Send him packing,

and start looking for Stark
like everybody else.

I'm telling you, he's a witness.

Dooley went all the way to
Nuremberg to interview a Nazi,

and I've got you clamoring over
a bum you found down the street.

Think about it.

If he didn't see something,
he'd say so.

He saw something.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

These rolls keep for three days,
four if it's cold

and you put them
out on the windowsill.

Oh, uh, glad to hear it.
Um, I don't often steal food.

Are you kidding? Carol once fit
a whole chicken down her sweater.

My mom knit
a special chicken pocket.

Gloria's got a compartment
in her pocketbook

that can fit a cup of gravy.

Well, would you look at that?

Uh, I'm going to eat in my room.

I have the last five pages
of the new Agatha Christie.

Good night.

Could you make me one of those
that holds pickles?

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- All of my inventions are in your lab.

(SIGHS) Then why is your mustache
so sad?

I need you
to steal one of them back.

Every one of these inventions
from my vault

can cause large-scale destruction.

Thankfully, they're not all active,

but this one... This one is.

What does it do?

London was antsy about Germany
dropping bombs on her,

so I created the Blitzkrieg Button.

You press the button,

and you get
an instant city-wide blackout.

The bombers
can't see where to unload.

So, essentially,
it's a glorified light switch?

- Hmm.
- What's the problem?

I couldn't figure out
how to turn the lights back on.

They went out because
the electrical grids were destroyed.

If that thing
is activated in New York,

the whole tri-state area

will be plunged into the Dark Ages
for years to come.

Nothing's ever easy.
How do I defuse it?

Well, that's the whole reason I'm here.

I'm the only one that can turn it off.

I thought you were here
because of the camera-pen.

This is a mockup.

You swap that round
with the real thing,

no one will be the wiser.

I'll figure out a way
of telling the technicians

what the button does
without having them touch it.

Since when has the US military
ever had a weapon that they didn't use?

Don't let anyone touch it.

I'm already considered a traitor, Peggy.

Don't let me be the guy who shut down
the greatest city on the planet.

Ready for another adventure,
Mr. Jarvis?

(CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

You understand I do not care

about whatever petty crimes
you may have committed.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Sorry. Don't mind me.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Just here for the dinner show.

(SIGHS)

I just want to know what you saw.

Thompson.

Mmm.

- Thompson.
- Ah, that's good Scotch.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Thompson.

Thompson,
what are you doing?

Smells good.

You see that?

All-American cow.

Thompson, that's enough.

(SIGHS) Smells good.

Mmm. Mm-hmm. Mmm.

Okay, Thompson,
that's enough.

- It tastes even better.
- Agent, you should leave!

I'll tell you what.

You tell us
what you saw at the boatyard...

This is all yours.

There was a guy, duds all fancy.
He was with a woman.

They got on and off the boat
before police showed up.

Was it this woman?

No.

She had dark hair.

What else?

That's all.

It was far away.

I hid when the cops came.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(GRUNTS)

Mmm-hmm.

(SIGHS)

Mmm.

Not everybody came back
from the war wanting a hug.

(SIGHING)

(PANTING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING
IN DISTANCE)

Sir?

(GERMAN ACCENT) They are
measuring me for my new necktie.

Please excuse the gallows humor.

Colonel Mueller, can we sit?

(DOOR CLOSES)

May I offer you some water?

Do you know these men?

These are Germans?

Russians.

They're said to have died
in the Battle of Finow.

You familiar with that battle?

I was in Finow.

What can you tell me?

You tell me what happened
in the Battle of Finow...

I'll help you escape.

Park around the corner.

When I get the real
Blitzkrieg Button out,

drive us back to the Griffith.

With my heaviest foot.

There's just a single switch on it, right?

Yes, correct.

Are you all right, Mr. Jarvis?

I'm simply nervous
on your account, Miss Carter.

Howard came back to New York
for this one invention, right?

It was a risk
he knew he had to take.

You don't think he's planning
on using the device himself

to wipe out a city's
electricity, do you?

Of course not.

At least the Blitzkrieg Button
isn't like Nitramene.

I mean, well, if I was
to accidentally activate it,

no one would get hurt.

Just bring the device back
as fast as you can, Miss Carter,

and then we can all stop worrying.

Your man, General Wilhelm Keitel...

You know he was hanged yesterday?

Twenty-five minutes.

That's how long it took for him to die.

Swinging on the rope, gagging...

Horrible way to go.

See, they don't realize
that you have to measure

the condemned's weight
as well as the height. Otherwise...

(SIGHS)

Cyanide.

You get a painless death,

and nobody gets the satisfaction
of watching you hang.

Now, tell me what happened
in the Battle of Finow.

There was no Battle of Finow.

Because you Nazis
ambushed the Russians at night.

No German fought
any Russian at Finow.

What we found can only be
described as a massacre.

Bodies piled high
and ripped apart.

Whoever attacked them
was long gone.

Yeah, I'm having trouble
stomaching your story.

I've killed many people...

Men, women, and children.

No person died by German hands

at Finow.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING
IN DISTANCE)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I'm gonna need a phone.

Breath mint?

Wasted our time
and Dooley's scotch.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

You have a good nose, Agent.

You sniffed out a witness
everyone overlooked.

Yeah, who saw a well-dressed man
and a dark-haired woman.

Cracked the case wide open.

Now we know Howard Stark
likes to hang out with women.

Something you learn in war...

Not every battle you win
is a notch on your belt.

The way I hear you fought,

I'm surprised there's any belt
left to notch.

Just doing
what needed to be done.

Didn't we all?

Hey, Sousa,
where did you get that lead?

Russia? Italy?

My femur, actually.

- (SCOFFS)
- (DOOR CLOSES)

(TELEPHONES RINGING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

CARTER: There's just
a single switch on it, right?

Yes, correct.

Are you all right, Mr. Jarvis?

Just bring the device back
as fast as you can, Miss Carter.

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(WHIRRING)

(GASPS)

THOMPSON: Marge...

Didn't I say only the men
have to work overtime?

I didn't mean to interrupt you

enjoying the rewards
of your promotion.

Why do you work here?

To uphold democracy.
Did you need a reminder?

But the rest of us get to do
more than take lunch orders.

You'll never know the thrill
of learning whether or not

Agent Yauch is in the mood
for a club sandwich.

(CHUCKLES)

Hmm.

You're trying
to hide something, Peggy.

And the only one you're fooling is you.

And what's that, Agent Thompson?

The natural order of the universe.

You're a woman.

No man will ever
consider you an equal.

It's sad,

but it doesn't make it any less true.

(SIGHS)

I can always come to you
for the truth.

Good night.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

You get it?

What's in the vial?

What vial?

What is in the vial?

You opened it.

You know how, uh,
dangerous that could be?

What's in the vial, Howard?

Okay, you're angry.

I'm not angry.

I'm just curious.

What's in the vial?

You know.

We both know.

I don't. Tell me.

Steve Rogers' blood.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I have some flowers for Peggy.

May I deliver them to her?

You may not. Give them here.

(SIGHS)

Are you the delivery man
or her suitor?

I love her.

Young man, please tell me...

Your name and profession.

Ah.

Can't say I'm surprised.

You used me. You lied to me.

You hit me!

You don't get to use my reaction
to your lies as the reason for your lies.

Yeah, I do.
I knew how much Steve meant to you,

because I know
how much he means to me.

I was protecting you.

Oh, don't pretend this is
about me and my emotions.

You were out to protect you.

Yeah, I didn't want to see
this turmoil that you're in. Look at you.

I trusted you, Howard!

Yeah, I know, and I was wrong.
But you have to understand,

a kid like me doesn't get
to where I'm at by doing...

What, wanted for treason?

I grew up on the Lower East Side.

My father sold fruit. My mother
sewed shirtwaists for a factory.

Let me tell you, you don't get
to climb the American ladder

without picking up
some bad habits on the way.

There's a ceiling for certain
types of people based on

how much money
your parents have,

your social class,
your religion, your sex.

And the only way to break
through that ceiling sometimes

is to lie, so that's
my natural instinct, to lie.

I shouldn't have lied to you.

For that, trust me,
I am truly sorry.

Why did you have
Steve's blood in the first place?

I was one of the lead scientists
on Project Rebirth.

Eleven vials went to the government,
one vial went to me.

(SIGHS) Does the SSR know
they have the vial?

Why shouldn't
they have it?

The government's
almost through their supply.

If they know they have mine,
they'll never give it back,

even if you clear my name.

That still doesn't mean that you
deserve to have Steve's blood.

You know, I believe
that sample SR-53,

that blood,
Captain America's blood,

holds the key to vaccines,
medications,

possibly even a cure
for the common cold.

Steve Rogers
may not still be with us,

but he can still save
millions of people.

And how many millions of dollars
are you set to make?

What the hell do you think of me?

I think you're a man out for his own gain
no matter who you're charging.

You are constantly finding holes
to slither your way into

in the hope
of finding loose change,

only to cry when you're bitten
by another snake.

You're a man who says,
"I love you,"

whilst looking over a woman's
shoulder into the mirror.

Steve Rogers dedicated his mind,
his body, his life

to the SSR and to this country,
not to your bank account.

I made the same pledge,
but I'm not as good as Steve was.

I forgot my pledge running around
for you like a corporate spy.

So thank you, Howard,
for reminding me

who Steve was
and what I aspire to be.

For all I know,
you did steal your inventions.

Peggy...

I need some fresh air
to get away from your stink.

When I'm back, you'll be gone.

Where to? I'll get caught.

You're the genius. You figure it out.

(SIGHS)

(WHIRRING)

Well, hey, mister, are you lost?

Young woman, return to your room.

Are... Are you looking for Peggy?

Return to your room, please.

Is that pistol an automatic?

I want that.

(GROANS)

WOMAN: Taxi!

Did you know?

I truly regret
the way this matter was handled.

I'll take that as a "yes."

Don't ever play poker.
You rub your ear when you lie.

Mr. Stark respects you,
Miss Carter, as do I.

Is there anyone else alive who
holds you in such high esteem?

I can trust the actions
of men who don't respect me

more than those who do.

At least when they ask
for something, they mean it.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

You took her for granted.

You can get her back.

Over the last five years,

I thought I'd built up a callus
apologizing for you.

But this stings.

Hey.

Could I borrow the sports section?

Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

- Göring a good kisser?
- (CHUCKLES)

That's actually
kind of funny, Thompson.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
So, how's your Nazi colonel?

Uh, about this time,
he should be two inches taller.

Did you find out about Finow?

Mueller said there were
Russian bodies everywhere,

ripped to pieces.

Question is, who killed them?

These guys?

No, two couldn't kill hundreds.

And why were they listed
among the dead?

Unless they assumed the identities
of men who actually died there.

I've got a new wrinkle for your forehead.

Log at the Finow airfield.

One day after our supposed battle,
a plane lands.

Guess who's on it?

I don't know. Bob Hope?

Howard Stark.

Pour some Scotch.

Make it a double.

We got ourselves a conspiracy.

(STATIC)

(RADIO TUNING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(VOLUME INCREASES)

(RAPID KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Dottie, are you coming to dinner?

I'll meet you downstairs in a jiffy!

(WHIRRING)

(KEYS CLACKING)

(TYPEWRITER BELL DINGS)