Agent Carter (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 8 - Valediction - full transcript
Peggy faces the full fury of Leviathan, as Howard Stark makes his return.
CARTER: Previously on Agent Carter...
As of this moment, Howard Stark
is a fugitive from justice.
You're the only one
that can clear my name.
- CARTER: What's in the vial?
- Steve Rogers' blood.
You lied to me.
I knew how much Steve meant to you,
because I know
how much he means to me.
After seeing that kid in Russia,
I'd hate to tangle with one
that's all grown-up.
(GRUNTING)
Focus. Please.
Because we have something
very important to take care of.
He got in my head.
It's in the final stages.
Promise me you'll get
the son of a bitch who did this.
CARTER: Chief!
We need to find out what Ivchenko took.
DOOBIN: Item 17. It's gone.
THOMPSON: What's that do?
JARVIS: I have no idea.
(COUGHING)
(ALL COUGHING)
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
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(TRIANGLE RINGS)
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And now back to our program.
When we last left our hero,
Captain America had saved
the 25th infantry,
but his plane was going down
over the sea of Japan.
Betty, I'm afraid this is the end.
Oh, Cap,
there will never be
another man like you.
I love you, Captain America.
But Betty Carver,
face wet with loving tears,
hears only static.
(PAPER CRACKLES)
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
You're the SSR folks?
What the hell happened here,
detective?
Hell if I know. I got 47 dead,
heads bashed in, eyes gouged out,
not a single survivor.
CARTER: Good Lord.
It's like some kind of monster got in.
Never seen anything like it.
- All this happened inside the theater?
- This way.
No monster killed these people.
They killed each other.
Guess you G-men catch stuff
like this all the time.
No.
No, we sure don't.
(GRUNTS)
(SIGHS)
(COUGHING)
Sousa! Sousa!
Hey. Hey. What happened?
(SCREAMS)
Daniel!
(GRUNTS)
MAN: Get him off!
(GASPING)
(SLOW JAZZ PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS)
This really is an amazing city.
- It's like any other.
- No, no, my dear.
This is a testimony
to American strength and ingenuity.
Huh!
It is a beacon for all the world to envy.
And won't it be fun to tear it all down?
(SIREN WAILING)
(WAILING STOPS)
Let us not bring
unwanted attention to ourselves.
(RADIO TURNS OFF)
Good evening, Officer.
Did I do something wrong?
Well, ma'am, there's a small matter
of that traffic light
you missed back there.
(GASPS) I did? Oh, my gosh!
I am just the silliest goose.
You're lucky
you didn't get in an accident.
I am so sorry, Officer.
You know, I would let
my grandfather drive, but...
He's blind in one eye.
Wartime injury.
Okay, ma'am. Just be careful.
Get home safe.
Thank you, Officer.
You are just the kindest man.
MALE DISPATCHER: All cars,
be on the lookout for a vehicle last seen
in the vicinity of 65th and Park.
Black Dynaflow,
license Three-Yankee-Six-Zulu.
Vehicle is reported stolen
by an armed female,
blonde, 5'8".
All patrolmen must proceed
with caution.
(COUGHING)
Carter, what the hell is going on?
I was about to ask you the same thing.
How are you feeling?
Like I swallowed a bag of shrapnel.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
What's with this?
Do you remember
anything that happened
inside the movie theater?
There was some kind of gas.
You found the canister,
and you attacked Agent Thompson.
(SIGHS)
I wanted to kill him.
I wanted to kill everybody.
Oh, God, Peggy.
I hit you.
I'm so sorry.
You weren't yourself. How are you now?
I still want to kill Thompson,
but no more than usual.
(CHUCKLES)
Best the scientists can figure,
it's a chemical that induces
psychosis upon exposure,
which I can personally attest to
after Sousa tried to bite my nose off.
Hey, killer.
I'm surprised Howard would consent
to manufacturing something like that.
The amount that got me was tiny.
How much of this stuff
does Ivchenko have?
The lab counted 10 canisters.
Meaning Ivchenko has enough
to send half the city
into a homicidal rage.
But why? Why go to all that trouble?
'Cause he's a Russian jerk
with a chip on his shoulder.
Why else?
No, it's got to be
something more than that.
Ivchenko has a plan.
He brought us into Russia.
He tricked us into bringing him
into this country.
There's something specific
that he is targeting.
We just have to find out what it is.
HOWARD: The target is me.
- Hey!
- (GUNS COCK)
- Get your hands up.
- Get your hands up!
Told you.
- What kind of welcome is this?
- How the hell did you get in here?
You know who designed
the SSR security system?
Yeah, the same outfit
that secures the White House.
Exactly. They stink.
You should have hired me.
I know.
You missed me.
THOMPSON: ...than guilty.
HOWARD: How about looking wrong?
As of this moment,
you're under arrest, Stark.
You know, I could help you with that.
(SMACKS TABLE)
Roger Dooley is dead.
Ray Krzeminski is dead.
Along with a theater
full of innocent people.
Stark Industries, that's all on you.
You got something funny
to say about that?
I know. That's why I came back.
That's everything there is to know
about the Battle of Finow.
I really don't care
about some old war story.
Well, you should.
'Cause all those deaths are on me, too.
The gas is called Midnight Oil.
You designed a poison gas, Howard?
No!
Well, not intentionally.
The army wanted something
that would keep soldiers awake
for days at a time,
but it failed.
Caused symptoms
similar to sleep deprivation,
anger, hallucinations, psychosis.
If you knew all that, why use it in Finow?
I didn't. My lab was raided.
They took my samples, my research,
all on the orders of General McGinnis.
The next day, they dropped it
on the Russians
to help them take Finow.
I flew there afterward
to see with my own eyes.
What those men did to
each other, you can't imagine.
We don't need to imagine.
We saw it in that theater.
I experienced it myself.
And you survived?
It's been known to cause asphyxiation.
Guess that explains my sore throat.
It also explains our voiceless friends.
Someone performed laryngotomy
procedures on these men.
I expect it was Dr. Ivchenko
or, as he's also known,
Johann Fennhoff.
HOWARD: Who?
A psychiatrist with
a specialty in hypnosis.
Must be how they got to Dooley.
And if he can control the chief,
we're all at risk.
No. This time, I'm taking the risk.
This Fennhoff
obviously wants to punish me,
so let's give him what he wants.
What are you talking about?
I'll be the bait.
The SSR just needs to set the trap.
Yeah. Something public.
- Real showy.
- Well, that's the only way I do it.
(MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING)
(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)
Hey, this is private property.
- I'll take care of it.
- (CAR DOOR OPENS)
Hey, mister.
Could you help me with something?
MAN: (ON RADIO)
We interrupt this program
to bring you a special news bulletin.
Howard Stark returns a hero.
The eccentric billionaire
- and erstwhile absconder from justice
- (VOLUME INCREASES)
is in New York today to
announce a major breakthrough
in the case of his missing technology.
Mr. Stark will hold a press
conference this afternoon...
(GUNSHOTS)
...on the steps of City Hall
with all the details.
What are you waiting for?
Let's get in there.
A new opportunity has arisen.
Just since I left the car?
We are going back to the city.
Our plans have changed.
How's that look?
Like a nest of spiders
with very short legs.
That's good enough.
Hey, Peg, you got any powder?
I want to cut down the shine.
(SIGHS) I don't like this, Howard.
It's too dangerous.
Don't waste your breath, Miss Carter.
I've already wasted mine
on the subject.
- What is that?
- It's body armor for your protection.
It's junk.
Where's my stuff?
What are you people doing?
These are highly volatile materials.
This... This is photosensitive.
This should be kept in the dark.
This... This should be kept cool.
And this.
This is fine now.
Howard, what are you hoping
to accomplish
with this ridiculous press conference?
There are other ways
to get Fennhoff into the open.
Name one. No, name three.
There it is.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Stops a .50-cal round from 100 feet.
Unless you're planning to put it
on your head, it won't be enough.
I trust you to keep me safe.
- You're punishing yourself.
- I'm redeeming myself.
I have enough blood on my hands.
I don't need yours as well.
I've had to go through my life not caring
what people think of me,
but I do care what you think.
And after everything you said
to me last time, I thought...
Howard, I was angry.
That doesn't mean I want you to die.
Well, that makes two of us.
But you know and I know
that this is my fault.
General McGinnis stole Midnight Oil
and used it recklessly.
- He is at fault. Can you not see that?
- I need to fix this.
Otherwise, I won't be able
to live with myself.
You're mad.
As a hatter.
(SCOFFS)
After a thorough investigation,
we have concluded
that Howard Stark is innocent
of the theft and sale of weapons
to foreign enemies.
All charges against Mr. Stark
have been dropped.
We owe Mr. Stark
a tremendous debt of gratitude,
and his assistance in our current
investigation is invaluable.
"Hero." (CLEARS THROAT)
"He is a hero."
He is a hero for all Americans.
Are the rooftops covered,
Agent Comden?
Mr. Stark will be working
in concert with the SSR...
- COMDEN: All clear.
- They're here somewhere. I know it.
"Humbled by his genius."
No. No. "Brilliance."
"Humbled by his brilliance."
We are humbled.
Here's Howard Stark.
Mr. Stark, have all
your weapons been recovered?
Is it true that you were hiding
at the residence of Barbara Stanwyck?
For too long now,
the name Howard Stark
has been dragged through the mud.
Today is a day of reckoning
for anyone who doubts...
- (GUNSHOT)
- Get down!
(CROWD SHOUTING)
- Who's got eyes on the shooter?
- It's coming from above.
Get him out of here.
Police car in the back alley.
- This way.
- Go!
They're shooting from the hotel.
- See? Told you it was a great idea.
- Your genius knows no bounds, sir.
Take us to the SSR, officer.
(TIRES SQUEAL)
Oh, no.
Listen, buddy, stop the car.
Dr. Fennhoff would like to see you.
(PANTING)
- Agent!
- Where's Stark?
He's been taken.
(CLICKING)
Where are they?
This rifle was rigged to fire itself.
They're long gone.
Strange.
What's that?
Either Dottie's a terrible shot,
or this gun was never
supposed to kill Howard.
It's aimed well above the podium.
It was a diversion.
Diversion from what?
SOUSA: All agents,
Stark's been grabbed.
APB is being issued.
He's in a police car heading west.
Oh.
Whatever Fennhoff is paying you,
I can double it.
You like cars? You know, I like cars.
You know, I got a fleet of Cadillacs.
You can take your pick.
Take two.
All right. You see this piece of paper?
(PAPER TEARS)
It's Rosalind Russell's private number.
That is absolutely my final offer.
So, now we got to tell
the whole world we're chumps.
They've been planning this
whole thing since the beginning.
No, they couldn't have. Could they?
Kidnapping Howard couldn't have been
part of their original plan.
They didn't know he was here
until the press conference.
So if they don't want him dead,
what do they want?
Howard said
Fennhoff wants to punish him.
Whatever they've planned,
it must be a fate worse than death.
We need to determine
what his next target is.
The movie house was a test.
So they got to be planning
something bigger.
Statue of Liberty? Empire State?
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
- What day is it?
- May 8th.
- VE Day.
- They're going to hit Times Square.
(TIRES SCREECH)
Car's near 42nd and 9th. No Stark.
MALE DISPATCHER:
42nd and 9th, copy.
This isn't good.
No, it isn't.
I know I should be afraid for my life,
but there's just something
about you that puts me at ease.
Must be those eyes.
You don't remember me, do you?
Should I?
You and I spent
a nice weekend together
not too long ago.
Is it Alice? (GRUNTS)
Guy at the coffee shop saw a blonde
forcing a man
matching Stark's description
into the back of a black sedan.
They were last seen heading west
towards Lincoln Tunnel.
I radioed their descriptions
to Port Authority,
see if we can snag them at the tolls.
They're trying to leave the city. Why?
Maybe we were wrong about the target.
Just talked to every
muckety-muck in the city,
trying to call off the VE Day celebration.
They won't do it.
Already 100,000 people
packed into Times Square.
We won't have enough time
to evacuate.
He could have stashed
those canisters anywhere.
The gas was designed
to be deployed by air.
THOMPSON: Which is why
we shut down all the airports.
SOUSA: And every
private airfield in the area.
I think I know
where Dr. Fennhoff is headed.
Where?
If his intention
is to place blame for the attack
on Mr. Stark,
would it not be most effective
to use one of Mr. Stark's own planes?
He can't. We confiscated them all.
Not all.
Hmm?
There is another vault.
Considerably larger than the first.
DOTTIE: Howard, I can't see a thing.
Howard!
Is all this yours?
Every one of 'em.
You want to go for a ride?
I think you've had
a few too many martinis
to fly a plane.
- You'll be perfectly safe.
- Hmm.
Three of them fly themselves.
I like a man with a vault full of toys.
Well, you should see
what I got at home.
(GRUNTS)
Wait.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Don't tell me.
Is it Lorraine?
(GRUNTS)
All right. It'll come to me.
The great Howard Stark.
I have heard much of your genius.
It is a shame that you put your gifts
towards creating
such horrible weapons.
Midnight Oil was not supposed
to be a weapon, Dr. Fennhoff.
Should never have been used.
And yet, it only exists because of you.
Do you know what your creation does?
I saw it.
Afterwards.
And I saw it while it happened.
I was only spared
because I had a gas mask
to protect myself.
My comrades were not so lucky.
My brother wasn't so lucky.
(SIGHS)
When I found him, he had no eyes.
Pieces of his flesh had been bitten off.
Can you imagine this?
I am sorry.
You have no idea how sorry I am.
Since that day,
I have thought of you often.
In fact, you have been
my singular focus.
Look, if you're gonna kill me,
go ahead.
I probably deserve it,
but leave innocent people out of it.
I have no intention
of killing you, Mr. Stark.
I am going to make you suffer.
Please.
Please don't do this.
You feel guilt? Remorse?
Yes, of course, I do.
I imagine you have done
many things in your life
that you regret.
Hmm.
A man such as yourself
cannot allow kindness
and empathy to cloud his vision.
I am not a bad person.
Yes.
Yes, you are.
It is the only way to achieve
such remarkable success.
Others have paid the price.
(CHUCKLES) You have
paid the price, as well.
Your guilt eats you,
destroys you from the inside out.
Yes.
Yes.
Focus.
There may still be a way
to atone for your sins.
Simply focus.
Go back in your mind
to a time and place that
holds your greatest shame,
and simply focus.
What would you change if you could?
MAN: Mr. Stark!
Mr. Stark, we picked up a signal
from the Valkyrie.
We think it might be Rogers.
Sir, we found Captain America.
CARTER: Howard.
Peg, is this real?
Bring him home.
(AIRPLANE ENGINE STARTS)
(TIRES SCREECH)
Howard!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
- How long until he reaches New York?
- Twelve minutes. Maybe less.
- Maybe we could talk him down.
- (GUN COCKS)
- You think he'd listen?
- Chief did.
- (SIGHS) Radio room?
- Second floor of the hangar.
I need someone to take
one of those planes up.
Why?
Shoot him down with a plane
full of poisonous gas?
You'd have to do it over the water
before he reaches land.
Geez.
Well, I'm not your guy.
I've never flown a plane before.
- Likewise.
- JARVIS: I have.
Mr. Jarvis, I cannot ask this of you.
Mr. Stark would want to be stopped
by any means possible.
We have little time.
Help him get off the ground.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
HOWARD: Signal is still holding strong.
Changing course to bearing 2-6-9.
Focus, Howard. You're doing very well.
Hands up.
Uh-uh, uh-uh.
Lose the gun.
(GUN THUDS)
Move away from the radio. Slowly.
Peggy, it's so swell to see you.
Isn't this fun?
Full tank of gas, plenty of ammo,
you're good to go.
- Excellent.
- Let's go!
Jarvis, if you don't leave now,
don't bother!
Look, I've flown planes before.
I've just never shot a man down.
If Carter finds this guy,
you'll never have to fire a shot.
Let's pray you're right,
Agent Thompson.
(GRUNTING)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Excellent. Focus.
Howard! Howard, it isn't real!
(VASE SHATTERS)
(PANTING)
Go.
I used to be so jealous of girls like you.
I would have done anything
to walk like you, to talk like you.
But now, I can be anybody I want.
(GRUNTS)
Oh, I've got a great idea.
Maybe I'll be an SSR agent next.
What do you think of that?
(PANTING)
I thought you'd be better.
(BODY THUDS)
CARTER: Fennhoff's escaped
the radio room.
- We'll get him.
- I'll go around back.
Sousa, don't let him talk.
- If he talks, you're dead.
- You, too, Jack.
(GUN COCKS)
- HOWARD: Dropping to 2,000 feet.
- (PANTING)
- Howard, it's Peggy.
- Peg! I found his signal!
I'm almost there.
No, you must listen to me.
I'm gonna bring him home, Peg.
Fennhoff has put this fantasy
in your mind.
He's trying to get you to deploy
the gas over civilians.
Don't worry about that, Peg.
There are no civilians where I am.
(METAL CLATTERS)
(METAL CLATTERS)
SOUSA: Freeze!
Step away from him, or I will shoot!
I am unarmed, Agent Sousa.
Hands up! Now!
You will not shoot an unarmed man.
It is not in your nature.
Unlike Agent Thompson here,
you are virtuous man.
(SIGHS)
The war has damaged us all,
has it not, Agent Sousa?
We will never
be the men we once were.
- (CLICK)
- I'm not listening to you.
I have treated many
injured soldiers, Agent Sousa,
helped them to overcome their pain.
All you have to do is focus.
Focus on your pain.
Howard, can you hear me?
You must come back.
I know this sounds crazy,
but that guy, Fennhoff,
he actually helped me.
He... He showed me how to do this.
I'm bringing Cap back, Peg.
The men that you work with,
they see you as broken, half a man.
And Agent Carter,
I see how you look at her.
But she will never value you
for the man that you are.
How can she? She feels only pity.
But we can change all that,
if you just focus.
Point your weapon at Agent Thompson
and pull the trigger.
Sousa...
Look at me. Don't listen to him.
Excellent. Focus.
Shoot him.
No. Just snap out of it!
(GRUNTS)
Was he saying something?
You son of a bitch.
(LAUGHS)
Howard, turn the plane around.
Come back, and we'll talk about it.
I can't do that.
Done talking.
(EXHALES SHARPLY) N... No, wait.
JARVIS: Miss Carter?
Miss Carter, I have
Mr. Stark's plane in my sights.
We are one mile from land.
Miss Carter, should I take the shot?
Miss Carter!
Miss Carter! Can you hear me?
Miss Carter!
Please! Answer me!
- No, I need more time.
- We don't have more time!
Do not take the shot
until I tell you, Mr. Jarvis!
Howard.
Howard, Steve is gone.
He died over a year ago.
There's something up ahead.
It's him!
I can fix this!
You don't have to fix anything.
Peg, all I've done my whole life
is create destruction.
Project Rebirth was...
He was the one thing I've done
that brought good into this world.
(VOICE BREAKING) Howard,
I know you loved him.
I loved him, too.
But this won't bring him back.
Howard, you are
the one person on this Earth
who believes in me.
I cannot lose you. (INHALES SHARPLY)
Steve is gone.
We have to move on, all of us.
As impossible as that may sound,
we have to let him go.
(SNIFFLES)
HOWARD: Peg?
He was good before
I got ahold of him, huh?
Yes, he was.
(SIGHS)
Where are you?
Evidently, flying a plane.
To Manhattan.
I guess you can explain that to me
once I land. (CHUCKLES)
Mr. Jarvis, he's all right. Stand down.
(EXHALES)
Thank goodness.
Tell Mr. Stark to follow me back.
- (SNIFFLES)
- I'll bring him home.
You were gonna shoot me
out of the sky?
Well, I thought that was
what you would have wanted.
No! No, it's not.
And for future reference,
under no circumstance
would I want anyone
to shoot or otherwise hurt me.
You got that?
Your point is amply made, sir.
You're all right, Jarvis.
As are you, sir.
I owe you another one, pal.
To be honest,
I've stopped counting, Howard.
(CARTER CHUCKLES)
HOWARD: What are we
gonna do about this guy?
CARTER: I suggest
we put him in the trunk
until we can find a permanent way
of preventing him from speaking.
- What about Miss Underwood?
- I'm afraid Dottie escaped.
I wager we haven't seen the last of her.
(CHUCKLES)
Ida. (CHUCKLES)
That's her name. I knew I'd remember.
Steel trap.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
Good work, Carter.
Nice job.
Well...
- Good morning, Peggy.
- Mmm-hmm.
You're here bright and early.
I assume that means
you'll be staying with the SSR.
Haven't decided, actually.
I just came to pick up my paycheck.
Well, we'll keep the desk
free, just in case.
She'll be back.
Which one of you fellas
is Jack Thompson?
That's me.
Walt Cooper, United States senate.
Walt.
I just wanted to come down here
and personally commend you
for the fine work you and your team did.
An attack on Times Square
could have been a calamity,
and what I hear is that
you saved thousands of lives.
The city and the country
owe you a great debt.
We need more men
like Jack Thompson
fighting for freedom and security.
You're all lucky that you work for him.
I just did what needed to be done.
Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
You play your cards right, son,
and you could get
a Congressional Honor
out of this situation.
The President
wants to thank you himself.
- Maybe next time, I'll vote from him.
- (SOUSA SCOFFS)
- Come on into my office.
- COOPER: Thank you.
How can you just sit there
and take that?
Daniel.
I'm gonna tell that senator
what really happened.
- Hell, I'll tell Truman himself.
- It really doesn't bother me.
Well, it bothers the hell out of me.
I saved that jerk's life.
I don't need a Congressional Honor.
I don't need Agent Thompson's
approval or the President's.
I know my value.
Anyone else's opinion
doesn't really matter.
(SCOFFS)
Uh, hey, I was gonna grab a drink.
Right at this moment?
It's 9:00 in the morning.
No, no. After I clock out.
Want to join me?
Um...
Maybe another time, all right?
I've got to meet a friend.
- Sure. Sure thing.
- Yeah. (CLEARS THROAT)
Another time.
Oh, my God. You're kiddin' me.
I know what you're thinking,
Miss Martinelli, and, yes.
The drawing room
has recently been refurbished
in the neoclassical style.
On the small side, isn't it?
Well, it is one of Mr. Stark's
quainter residences, yes.
"Quaint." You could fit the entire
apartment where I grew up
in this room.
Six bedrooms, eight bathrooms,
a rooftop terrace for al fresco dining,
and the library has
a sufficient collection of first editions.
And you're saying
we can stay here for free?
Since the unfortunate incidents
at both your home and place of work,
Mr. Stark has offered this residence
to you and Miss Carter for
as long as you might require it.
It's a bit far from the Theater District.
I'll live with it.
You got a phone?
I have to call my mother.
Naturally.
There's a telephone in every room.
Oh, my God! Are you kiddin' me?
How refreshing to meet someone
who appreciates the finer things.
I appreciate the finer things.
I just don't want to know
what's happened
in and on the fine things.
(CLEARS THROAT)
I imagine you're looking forward
to some peace and quiet.
At the very least,
having both feet on the ground.
Yes, I've allowed several of my duties
to fall by the wayside of late.
My next project is quite engrossing,
a complete and total overhaul
of the kitchen spices.
Mmm, fascinating.
But should you again find
yourself in need of my services,
I would be honored to assist you
at a moment's notice, Miss Carter.
Thank you, Mr. Jarvis.
Uh, where is Howard?
I haven't heard from him.
Presently attempting to negotiate
the return of his property from the SSR.
Well, let's hope next time
he builds a better vault.
Actually, he's decided
to destroy everything.
Really? Well, that surprises me.
He continues to believe
that no government, even our own,
can be trusted with those
particular inventions.
Especially...
This.
Howard is giving me this?
He is under the impression
that the sample
of Captain America's blood
was lost when he was under
Dr. Fennhoff's control.
So you are giving me this.
I owe Howard Stark a great deal,
but he does not own my integrity.
I am quite certain there is
only one person in the world
who knows what to do with this.
You, Miss Carter.
(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
Bye, my darling.
(SNIFFLES)
(KEYS JINGLE)
What did you say?
I can't hear you.
You're gonna have to speak up.
(CHUCKLES)
MAN: (EUROPEAN ACCENT)
Don't despair, friend.
The food here is actually quite good.
A minor consolation, I know.
You had a vision,
and it didn't come to pass.
What is the point of anything now?
But given time, and a bit of quiet,
new visions will arise.
I am familiar with your work
on matters of the mind, Herr Doktor.
It would give me great pleasure
to hear your thoughts on this.
Perhaps there is another way
for us to collaborate.
I know things seem bleak,
but you are, in fact, a fortunate man.
You're imprisoned, yes,
but it is an American prison.
And America is the land of opportunity.
As of this moment, Howard Stark
is a fugitive from justice.
You're the only one
that can clear my name.
- CARTER: What's in the vial?
- Steve Rogers' blood.
You lied to me.
I knew how much Steve meant to you,
because I know
how much he means to me.
After seeing that kid in Russia,
I'd hate to tangle with one
that's all grown-up.
(GRUNTING)
Focus. Please.
Because we have something
very important to take care of.
He got in my head.
It's in the final stages.
Promise me you'll get
the son of a bitch who did this.
CARTER: Chief!
We need to find out what Ivchenko took.
DOOBIN: Item 17. It's gone.
THOMPSON: What's that do?
JARVIS: I have no idea.
(COUGHING)
(ALL COUGHING)
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
ANNOUNCER: Three out of four
famous Hollywood stars
recommend Diamond toilet soap
for high-quality complexion care.
Be a Diamond girl.
(TRIANGLE RINGS)
Only 39 cents for two bars.
And now back to our program.
When we last left our hero,
Captain America had saved
the 25th infantry,
but his plane was going down
over the sea of Japan.
Betty, I'm afraid this is the end.
Oh, Cap,
there will never be
another man like you.
I love you, Captain America.
But Betty Carver,
face wet with loving tears,
hears only static.
(PAPER CRACKLES)
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
You're the SSR folks?
What the hell happened here,
detective?
Hell if I know. I got 47 dead,
heads bashed in, eyes gouged out,
not a single survivor.
CARTER: Good Lord.
It's like some kind of monster got in.
Never seen anything like it.
- All this happened inside the theater?
- This way.
No monster killed these people.
They killed each other.
Guess you G-men catch stuff
like this all the time.
No.
No, we sure don't.
(GRUNTS)
(SIGHS)
(COUGHING)
Sousa! Sousa!
Hey. Hey. What happened?
(SCREAMS)
Daniel!
(GRUNTS)
MAN: Get him off!
(GASPING)
(SLOW JAZZ PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS)
This really is an amazing city.
- It's like any other.
- No, no, my dear.
This is a testimony
to American strength and ingenuity.
Huh!
It is a beacon for all the world to envy.
And won't it be fun to tear it all down?
(SIREN WAILING)
(WAILING STOPS)
Let us not bring
unwanted attention to ourselves.
(RADIO TURNS OFF)
Good evening, Officer.
Did I do something wrong?
Well, ma'am, there's a small matter
of that traffic light
you missed back there.
(GASPS) I did? Oh, my gosh!
I am just the silliest goose.
You're lucky
you didn't get in an accident.
I am so sorry, Officer.
You know, I would let
my grandfather drive, but...
He's blind in one eye.
Wartime injury.
Okay, ma'am. Just be careful.
Get home safe.
Thank you, Officer.
You are just the kindest man.
MALE DISPATCHER: All cars,
be on the lookout for a vehicle last seen
in the vicinity of 65th and Park.
Black Dynaflow,
license Three-Yankee-Six-Zulu.
Vehicle is reported stolen
by an armed female,
blonde, 5'8".
All patrolmen must proceed
with caution.
(COUGHING)
Carter, what the hell is going on?
I was about to ask you the same thing.
How are you feeling?
Like I swallowed a bag of shrapnel.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
What's with this?
Do you remember
anything that happened
inside the movie theater?
There was some kind of gas.
You found the canister,
and you attacked Agent Thompson.
(SIGHS)
I wanted to kill him.
I wanted to kill everybody.
Oh, God, Peggy.
I hit you.
I'm so sorry.
You weren't yourself. How are you now?
I still want to kill Thompson,
but no more than usual.
(CHUCKLES)
Best the scientists can figure,
it's a chemical that induces
psychosis upon exposure,
which I can personally attest to
after Sousa tried to bite my nose off.
Hey, killer.
I'm surprised Howard would consent
to manufacturing something like that.
The amount that got me was tiny.
How much of this stuff
does Ivchenko have?
The lab counted 10 canisters.
Meaning Ivchenko has enough
to send half the city
into a homicidal rage.
But why? Why go to all that trouble?
'Cause he's a Russian jerk
with a chip on his shoulder.
Why else?
No, it's got to be
something more than that.
Ivchenko has a plan.
He brought us into Russia.
He tricked us into bringing him
into this country.
There's something specific
that he is targeting.
We just have to find out what it is.
HOWARD: The target is me.
- Hey!
- (GUNS COCK)
- Get your hands up.
- Get your hands up!
Told you.
- What kind of welcome is this?
- How the hell did you get in here?
You know who designed
the SSR security system?
Yeah, the same outfit
that secures the White House.
Exactly. They stink.
You should have hired me.
I know.
You missed me.
THOMPSON: ...than guilty.
HOWARD: How about looking wrong?
As of this moment,
you're under arrest, Stark.
You know, I could help you with that.
(SMACKS TABLE)
Roger Dooley is dead.
Ray Krzeminski is dead.
Along with a theater
full of innocent people.
Stark Industries, that's all on you.
You got something funny
to say about that?
I know. That's why I came back.
That's everything there is to know
about the Battle of Finow.
I really don't care
about some old war story.
Well, you should.
'Cause all those deaths are on me, too.
The gas is called Midnight Oil.
You designed a poison gas, Howard?
No!
Well, not intentionally.
The army wanted something
that would keep soldiers awake
for days at a time,
but it failed.
Caused symptoms
similar to sleep deprivation,
anger, hallucinations, psychosis.
If you knew all that, why use it in Finow?
I didn't. My lab was raided.
They took my samples, my research,
all on the orders of General McGinnis.
The next day, they dropped it
on the Russians
to help them take Finow.
I flew there afterward
to see with my own eyes.
What those men did to
each other, you can't imagine.
We don't need to imagine.
We saw it in that theater.
I experienced it myself.
And you survived?
It's been known to cause asphyxiation.
Guess that explains my sore throat.
It also explains our voiceless friends.
Someone performed laryngotomy
procedures on these men.
I expect it was Dr. Ivchenko
or, as he's also known,
Johann Fennhoff.
HOWARD: Who?
A psychiatrist with
a specialty in hypnosis.
Must be how they got to Dooley.
And if he can control the chief,
we're all at risk.
No. This time, I'm taking the risk.
This Fennhoff
obviously wants to punish me,
so let's give him what he wants.
What are you talking about?
I'll be the bait.
The SSR just needs to set the trap.
Yeah. Something public.
- Real showy.
- Well, that's the only way I do it.
(MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING)
(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)
Hey, this is private property.
- I'll take care of it.
- (CAR DOOR OPENS)
Hey, mister.
Could you help me with something?
MAN: (ON RADIO)
We interrupt this program
to bring you a special news bulletin.
Howard Stark returns a hero.
The eccentric billionaire
- and erstwhile absconder from justice
- (VOLUME INCREASES)
is in New York today to
announce a major breakthrough
in the case of his missing technology.
Mr. Stark will hold a press
conference this afternoon...
(GUNSHOTS)
...on the steps of City Hall
with all the details.
What are you waiting for?
Let's get in there.
A new opportunity has arisen.
Just since I left the car?
We are going back to the city.
Our plans have changed.
How's that look?
Like a nest of spiders
with very short legs.
That's good enough.
Hey, Peg, you got any powder?
I want to cut down the shine.
(SIGHS) I don't like this, Howard.
It's too dangerous.
Don't waste your breath, Miss Carter.
I've already wasted mine
on the subject.
- What is that?
- It's body armor for your protection.
It's junk.
Where's my stuff?
What are you people doing?
These are highly volatile materials.
This... This is photosensitive.
This should be kept in the dark.
This... This should be kept cool.
And this.
This is fine now.
Howard, what are you hoping
to accomplish
with this ridiculous press conference?
There are other ways
to get Fennhoff into the open.
Name one. No, name three.
There it is.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Stops a .50-cal round from 100 feet.
Unless you're planning to put it
on your head, it won't be enough.
I trust you to keep me safe.
- You're punishing yourself.
- I'm redeeming myself.
I have enough blood on my hands.
I don't need yours as well.
I've had to go through my life not caring
what people think of me,
but I do care what you think.
And after everything you said
to me last time, I thought...
Howard, I was angry.
That doesn't mean I want you to die.
Well, that makes two of us.
But you know and I know
that this is my fault.
General McGinnis stole Midnight Oil
and used it recklessly.
- He is at fault. Can you not see that?
- I need to fix this.
Otherwise, I won't be able
to live with myself.
You're mad.
As a hatter.
(SCOFFS)
After a thorough investigation,
we have concluded
that Howard Stark is innocent
of the theft and sale of weapons
to foreign enemies.
All charges against Mr. Stark
have been dropped.
We owe Mr. Stark
a tremendous debt of gratitude,
and his assistance in our current
investigation is invaluable.
"Hero." (CLEARS THROAT)
"He is a hero."
He is a hero for all Americans.
Are the rooftops covered,
Agent Comden?
Mr. Stark will be working
in concert with the SSR...
- COMDEN: All clear.
- They're here somewhere. I know it.
"Humbled by his genius."
No. No. "Brilliance."
"Humbled by his brilliance."
We are humbled.
Here's Howard Stark.
Mr. Stark, have all
your weapons been recovered?
Is it true that you were hiding
at the residence of Barbara Stanwyck?
For too long now,
the name Howard Stark
has been dragged through the mud.
Today is a day of reckoning
for anyone who doubts...
- (GUNSHOT)
- Get down!
(CROWD SHOUTING)
- Who's got eyes on the shooter?
- It's coming from above.
Get him out of here.
Police car in the back alley.
- This way.
- Go!
They're shooting from the hotel.
- See? Told you it was a great idea.
- Your genius knows no bounds, sir.
Take us to the SSR, officer.
(TIRES SQUEAL)
Oh, no.
Listen, buddy, stop the car.
Dr. Fennhoff would like to see you.
(PANTING)
- Agent!
- Where's Stark?
He's been taken.
(CLICKING)
Where are they?
This rifle was rigged to fire itself.
They're long gone.
Strange.
What's that?
Either Dottie's a terrible shot,
or this gun was never
supposed to kill Howard.
It's aimed well above the podium.
It was a diversion.
Diversion from what?
SOUSA: All agents,
Stark's been grabbed.
APB is being issued.
He's in a police car heading west.
Oh.
Whatever Fennhoff is paying you,
I can double it.
You like cars? You know, I like cars.
You know, I got a fleet of Cadillacs.
You can take your pick.
Take two.
All right. You see this piece of paper?
(PAPER TEARS)
It's Rosalind Russell's private number.
That is absolutely my final offer.
So, now we got to tell
the whole world we're chumps.
They've been planning this
whole thing since the beginning.
No, they couldn't have. Could they?
Kidnapping Howard couldn't have been
part of their original plan.
They didn't know he was here
until the press conference.
So if they don't want him dead,
what do they want?
Howard said
Fennhoff wants to punish him.
Whatever they've planned,
it must be a fate worse than death.
We need to determine
what his next target is.
The movie house was a test.
So they got to be planning
something bigger.
Statue of Liberty? Empire State?
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
- What day is it?
- May 8th.
- VE Day.
- They're going to hit Times Square.
(TIRES SCREECH)
Car's near 42nd and 9th. No Stark.
MALE DISPATCHER:
42nd and 9th, copy.
This isn't good.
No, it isn't.
I know I should be afraid for my life,
but there's just something
about you that puts me at ease.
Must be those eyes.
You don't remember me, do you?
Should I?
You and I spent
a nice weekend together
not too long ago.
Is it Alice? (GRUNTS)
Guy at the coffee shop saw a blonde
forcing a man
matching Stark's description
into the back of a black sedan.
They were last seen heading west
towards Lincoln Tunnel.
I radioed their descriptions
to Port Authority,
see if we can snag them at the tolls.
They're trying to leave the city. Why?
Maybe we were wrong about the target.
Just talked to every
muckety-muck in the city,
trying to call off the VE Day celebration.
They won't do it.
Already 100,000 people
packed into Times Square.
We won't have enough time
to evacuate.
He could have stashed
those canisters anywhere.
The gas was designed
to be deployed by air.
THOMPSON: Which is why
we shut down all the airports.
SOUSA: And every
private airfield in the area.
I think I know
where Dr. Fennhoff is headed.
Where?
If his intention
is to place blame for the attack
on Mr. Stark,
would it not be most effective
to use one of Mr. Stark's own planes?
He can't. We confiscated them all.
Not all.
Hmm?
There is another vault.
Considerably larger than the first.
DOTTIE: Howard, I can't see a thing.
Howard!
Is all this yours?
Every one of 'em.
You want to go for a ride?
I think you've had
a few too many martinis
to fly a plane.
- You'll be perfectly safe.
- Hmm.
Three of them fly themselves.
I like a man with a vault full of toys.
Well, you should see
what I got at home.
(GRUNTS)
Wait.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Don't tell me.
Is it Lorraine?
(GRUNTS)
All right. It'll come to me.
The great Howard Stark.
I have heard much of your genius.
It is a shame that you put your gifts
towards creating
such horrible weapons.
Midnight Oil was not supposed
to be a weapon, Dr. Fennhoff.
Should never have been used.
And yet, it only exists because of you.
Do you know what your creation does?
I saw it.
Afterwards.
And I saw it while it happened.
I was only spared
because I had a gas mask
to protect myself.
My comrades were not so lucky.
My brother wasn't so lucky.
(SIGHS)
When I found him, he had no eyes.
Pieces of his flesh had been bitten off.
Can you imagine this?
I am sorry.
You have no idea how sorry I am.
Since that day,
I have thought of you often.
In fact, you have been
my singular focus.
Look, if you're gonna kill me,
go ahead.
I probably deserve it,
but leave innocent people out of it.
I have no intention
of killing you, Mr. Stark.
I am going to make you suffer.
Please.
Please don't do this.
You feel guilt? Remorse?
Yes, of course, I do.
I imagine you have done
many things in your life
that you regret.
Hmm.
A man such as yourself
cannot allow kindness
and empathy to cloud his vision.
I am not a bad person.
Yes.
Yes, you are.
It is the only way to achieve
such remarkable success.
Others have paid the price.
(CHUCKLES) You have
paid the price, as well.
Your guilt eats you,
destroys you from the inside out.
Yes.
Yes.
Focus.
There may still be a way
to atone for your sins.
Simply focus.
Go back in your mind
to a time and place that
holds your greatest shame,
and simply focus.
What would you change if you could?
MAN: Mr. Stark!
Mr. Stark, we picked up a signal
from the Valkyrie.
We think it might be Rogers.
Sir, we found Captain America.
CARTER: Howard.
Peg, is this real?
Bring him home.
(AIRPLANE ENGINE STARTS)
(TIRES SCREECH)
Howard!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
- How long until he reaches New York?
- Twelve minutes. Maybe less.
- Maybe we could talk him down.
- (GUN COCKS)
- You think he'd listen?
- Chief did.
- (SIGHS) Radio room?
- Second floor of the hangar.
I need someone to take
one of those planes up.
Why?
Shoot him down with a plane
full of poisonous gas?
You'd have to do it over the water
before he reaches land.
Geez.
Well, I'm not your guy.
I've never flown a plane before.
- Likewise.
- JARVIS: I have.
Mr. Jarvis, I cannot ask this of you.
Mr. Stark would want to be stopped
by any means possible.
We have little time.
Help him get off the ground.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
HOWARD: Signal is still holding strong.
Changing course to bearing 2-6-9.
Focus, Howard. You're doing very well.
Hands up.
Uh-uh, uh-uh.
Lose the gun.
(GUN THUDS)
Move away from the radio. Slowly.
Peggy, it's so swell to see you.
Isn't this fun?
Full tank of gas, plenty of ammo,
you're good to go.
- Excellent.
- Let's go!
Jarvis, if you don't leave now,
don't bother!
Look, I've flown planes before.
I've just never shot a man down.
If Carter finds this guy,
you'll never have to fire a shot.
Let's pray you're right,
Agent Thompson.
(GRUNTING)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Excellent. Focus.
Howard! Howard, it isn't real!
(VASE SHATTERS)
(PANTING)
Go.
I used to be so jealous of girls like you.
I would have done anything
to walk like you, to talk like you.
But now, I can be anybody I want.
(GRUNTS)
Oh, I've got a great idea.
Maybe I'll be an SSR agent next.
What do you think of that?
(PANTING)
I thought you'd be better.
(BODY THUDS)
CARTER: Fennhoff's escaped
the radio room.
- We'll get him.
- I'll go around back.
Sousa, don't let him talk.
- If he talks, you're dead.
- You, too, Jack.
(GUN COCKS)
- HOWARD: Dropping to 2,000 feet.
- (PANTING)
- Howard, it's Peggy.
- Peg! I found his signal!
I'm almost there.
No, you must listen to me.
I'm gonna bring him home, Peg.
Fennhoff has put this fantasy
in your mind.
He's trying to get you to deploy
the gas over civilians.
Don't worry about that, Peg.
There are no civilians where I am.
(METAL CLATTERS)
(METAL CLATTERS)
SOUSA: Freeze!
Step away from him, or I will shoot!
I am unarmed, Agent Sousa.
Hands up! Now!
You will not shoot an unarmed man.
It is not in your nature.
Unlike Agent Thompson here,
you are virtuous man.
(SIGHS)
The war has damaged us all,
has it not, Agent Sousa?
We will never
be the men we once were.
- (CLICK)
- I'm not listening to you.
I have treated many
injured soldiers, Agent Sousa,
helped them to overcome their pain.
All you have to do is focus.
Focus on your pain.
Howard, can you hear me?
You must come back.
I know this sounds crazy,
but that guy, Fennhoff,
he actually helped me.
He... He showed me how to do this.
I'm bringing Cap back, Peg.
The men that you work with,
they see you as broken, half a man.
And Agent Carter,
I see how you look at her.
But she will never value you
for the man that you are.
How can she? She feels only pity.
But we can change all that,
if you just focus.
Point your weapon at Agent Thompson
and pull the trigger.
Sousa...
Look at me. Don't listen to him.
Excellent. Focus.
Shoot him.
No. Just snap out of it!
(GRUNTS)
Was he saying something?
You son of a bitch.
(LAUGHS)
Howard, turn the plane around.
Come back, and we'll talk about it.
I can't do that.
Done talking.
(EXHALES SHARPLY) N... No, wait.
JARVIS: Miss Carter?
Miss Carter, I have
Mr. Stark's plane in my sights.
We are one mile from land.
Miss Carter, should I take the shot?
Miss Carter!
Miss Carter! Can you hear me?
Miss Carter!
Please! Answer me!
- No, I need more time.
- We don't have more time!
Do not take the shot
until I tell you, Mr. Jarvis!
Howard.
Howard, Steve is gone.
He died over a year ago.
There's something up ahead.
It's him!
I can fix this!
You don't have to fix anything.
Peg, all I've done my whole life
is create destruction.
Project Rebirth was...
He was the one thing I've done
that brought good into this world.
(VOICE BREAKING) Howard,
I know you loved him.
I loved him, too.
But this won't bring him back.
Howard, you are
the one person on this Earth
who believes in me.
I cannot lose you. (INHALES SHARPLY)
Steve is gone.
We have to move on, all of us.
As impossible as that may sound,
we have to let him go.
(SNIFFLES)
HOWARD: Peg?
He was good before
I got ahold of him, huh?
Yes, he was.
(SIGHS)
Where are you?
Evidently, flying a plane.
To Manhattan.
I guess you can explain that to me
once I land. (CHUCKLES)
Mr. Jarvis, he's all right. Stand down.
(EXHALES)
Thank goodness.
Tell Mr. Stark to follow me back.
- (SNIFFLES)
- I'll bring him home.
You were gonna shoot me
out of the sky?
Well, I thought that was
what you would have wanted.
No! No, it's not.
And for future reference,
under no circumstance
would I want anyone
to shoot or otherwise hurt me.
You got that?
Your point is amply made, sir.
You're all right, Jarvis.
As are you, sir.
I owe you another one, pal.
To be honest,
I've stopped counting, Howard.
(CARTER CHUCKLES)
HOWARD: What are we
gonna do about this guy?
CARTER: I suggest
we put him in the trunk
until we can find a permanent way
of preventing him from speaking.
- What about Miss Underwood?
- I'm afraid Dottie escaped.
I wager we haven't seen the last of her.
(CHUCKLES)
Ida. (CHUCKLES)
That's her name. I knew I'd remember.
Steel trap.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
Good work, Carter.
Nice job.
Well...
- Good morning, Peggy.
- Mmm-hmm.
You're here bright and early.
I assume that means
you'll be staying with the SSR.
Haven't decided, actually.
I just came to pick up my paycheck.
Well, we'll keep the desk
free, just in case.
She'll be back.
Which one of you fellas
is Jack Thompson?
That's me.
Walt Cooper, United States senate.
Walt.
I just wanted to come down here
and personally commend you
for the fine work you and your team did.
An attack on Times Square
could have been a calamity,
and what I hear is that
you saved thousands of lives.
The city and the country
owe you a great debt.
We need more men
like Jack Thompson
fighting for freedom and security.
You're all lucky that you work for him.
I just did what needed to be done.
Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
You play your cards right, son,
and you could get
a Congressional Honor
out of this situation.
The President
wants to thank you himself.
- Maybe next time, I'll vote from him.
- (SOUSA SCOFFS)
- Come on into my office.
- COOPER: Thank you.
How can you just sit there
and take that?
Daniel.
I'm gonna tell that senator
what really happened.
- Hell, I'll tell Truman himself.
- It really doesn't bother me.
Well, it bothers the hell out of me.
I saved that jerk's life.
I don't need a Congressional Honor.
I don't need Agent Thompson's
approval or the President's.
I know my value.
Anyone else's opinion
doesn't really matter.
(SCOFFS)
Uh, hey, I was gonna grab a drink.
Right at this moment?
It's 9:00 in the morning.
No, no. After I clock out.
Want to join me?
Um...
Maybe another time, all right?
I've got to meet a friend.
- Sure. Sure thing.
- Yeah. (CLEARS THROAT)
Another time.
Oh, my God. You're kiddin' me.
I know what you're thinking,
Miss Martinelli, and, yes.
The drawing room
has recently been refurbished
in the neoclassical style.
On the small side, isn't it?
Well, it is one of Mr. Stark's
quainter residences, yes.
"Quaint." You could fit the entire
apartment where I grew up
in this room.
Six bedrooms, eight bathrooms,
a rooftop terrace for al fresco dining,
and the library has
a sufficient collection of first editions.
And you're saying
we can stay here for free?
Since the unfortunate incidents
at both your home and place of work,
Mr. Stark has offered this residence
to you and Miss Carter for
as long as you might require it.
It's a bit far from the Theater District.
I'll live with it.
You got a phone?
I have to call my mother.
Naturally.
There's a telephone in every room.
Oh, my God! Are you kiddin' me?
How refreshing to meet someone
who appreciates the finer things.
I appreciate the finer things.
I just don't want to know
what's happened
in and on the fine things.
(CLEARS THROAT)
I imagine you're looking forward
to some peace and quiet.
At the very least,
having both feet on the ground.
Yes, I've allowed several of my duties
to fall by the wayside of late.
My next project is quite engrossing,
a complete and total overhaul
of the kitchen spices.
Mmm, fascinating.
But should you again find
yourself in need of my services,
I would be honored to assist you
at a moment's notice, Miss Carter.
Thank you, Mr. Jarvis.
Uh, where is Howard?
I haven't heard from him.
Presently attempting to negotiate
the return of his property from the SSR.
Well, let's hope next time
he builds a better vault.
Actually, he's decided
to destroy everything.
Really? Well, that surprises me.
He continues to believe
that no government, even our own,
can be trusted with those
particular inventions.
Especially...
This.
Howard is giving me this?
He is under the impression
that the sample
of Captain America's blood
was lost when he was under
Dr. Fennhoff's control.
So you are giving me this.
I owe Howard Stark a great deal,
but he does not own my integrity.
I am quite certain there is
only one person in the world
who knows what to do with this.
You, Miss Carter.
(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)
Bye, my darling.
(SNIFFLES)
(KEYS JINGLE)
What did you say?
I can't hear you.
You're gonna have to speak up.
(CHUCKLES)
MAN: (EUROPEAN ACCENT)
Don't despair, friend.
The food here is actually quite good.
A minor consolation, I know.
You had a vision,
and it didn't come to pass.
What is the point of anything now?
But given time, and a bit of quiet,
new visions will arise.
I am familiar with your work
on matters of the mind, Herr Doktor.
It would give me great pleasure
to hear your thoughts on this.
Perhaps there is another way
for us to collaborate.
I know things seem bleak,
but you are, in fact, a fortunate man.
You're imprisoned, yes,
but it is an American prison.
And America is the land of opportunity.