Agent Carter (2015–2016): Season 2, Episode 1 - The Lady in the Lake - full transcript

Previously on "Agent Carter"...

Peg, you work at the phone company.

It ain't life and death.

Darling, you have no idea.

Agent Carter, all hands on deck.

Meaning cover the phones.

Howard, you're asking me to become a traitor

in order to prove you are not one.

You want a mission that matters?

This is it.

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



Absolutely.

My Butler... Edwin Jarvis.

He'll help you in any way he can.

Where are you?!

Go! Go!

Your line of work requires support.

There is not a man or woman, who is capable

of carrying the entire
world on their shoulders.

You sweet on her, Sousa?

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

Maybe another time, all right?

Sure thing. Another time.

May I introduce you to our new resident?

Oh, call me Dottie.



Return to your room.

I can be anybody I want.

Maybe I'll be an SSR agent next.

I'm afraid Dottie escaped.

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

- We'll catch them.
- Attagirl.

Chief! Man: Chief!

You think you know me.

- Hands up.
- What are we gonna do about this guy?

We found a way of preventing
him from speaking.

Should you again find yourself
in need of my services,

I would be honored to
assist you, Miss Carter.

Good work, Carter.

You saved thousands of lives.

You're all lucky that you work for him.

I just did what needed to be done.

- Yeah.
- How can you take that?

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

Deposit or a withdrawal?

Withdrawal.

- All right, all of you... Let me see your hands!
- The three of you, over here!

Move it! Let's go!

- Get 'em up!
- Hands where I can see them!

This way!

Go, go!

- Please...
- I'm talking to you!

You, too. On your feet.

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

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

For a pittance,

you'll risk your life to
protect someone else's fortune?

Pull it to the right.

Weren't you taught any manners?

Help the geezer.

Dorothy Underwood, you are under arrest.

Hey, drop that gun!

- Drop it!
- Don't move!

We've got you surrounded!

Don't even think about it.

We are the SSR!

Lower your weapons.

You heard the man.

Hey, look out!

New hairstyle?

Aah!

Love the hat.

# Agent Carter 2x01 #
The Lady in the Lake
Original Air Date on January 19, 2016

He's right here.

You the science cop?

Detective Andrew Henry, homicide.

Daniel Sousa, Strategic Scientific Reserve.

Oh, I'd shake your hand,
but I'm one of those suckers

who catches a cold whether it's
summer, spring, winter, or fall.

What do we got?

You ever hear of the lady
of the lake killings?

- Can't say I have.
- How long you been in L.A.?

Six months.

Two years ago, the lady of the lake killer

dropped two dead women in Echo Park Lake.

Led a task force with manhunts,

press conferences, and everything.

And?

Never caught the bastard.

Disappeared. Till today.

You found another body.

Dead woman in the exact same lake.

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

So why was the SSR called in?

If it was up to me, you'd be
working on your tan right now,

but my lieutenant's got a bee in
his bonnet about jurisdiction.

The hottest day of the year, right?

Only the lake don't know it.

Look at this.

So...

Until we catch this lunatic,

looks like you and me are partners.

Here are the things you will tell me...

The names of your handlers in Russia,

your methods of communication with them,

the names and whereabouts

of other communist
operatives on American soil,

why you were targeting Bowery Savings Bank,

and who it is you are working for.

Feel like I got a front-row seat

to Rocky Graziano versus Tony Zale.

Quiet.

Peggy, I expected so much more from you,

not "you will
tell me this and this and this."

Where's your technique?

Girls like you raised with
silver spoons and perfect skin,

you expect everything to
come to you so easily.

You have one chip to trade on...

Fear.

And fear is the one tool

that little girls who grow up
handcuffed to their beds learn.

I, however...

Am not afraid of you.

Now, this was found in deposit box 143.

There was no owner on the bank registry.

Why did you want it?

Peg...

We both know there are
currencies stronger than money.

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

You two mooks have something better to do?

Or is your service not needed at the SSR?

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

Thanks.

How's the surf today, Agent Sousa?

That's Chief Sousa to you.

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

Yeah, we caught a lead right after you left

to open the west coast bureau.

Seems as if you were our bad-luck charm.

You tell that joke at least once a month.

What you got?

We caught a mystery out here...
An ice cube the size of a lake

with a dead woman trapped inside.

Who's the body?

Don't know yet.

I got a homicide dick
who says this is the work

of a killer he's been
chasing the past two years.

I'm heading up a task force with him,

but, Jack, my L.A. office is too green.

So, what? You want to leave New York thin

because the moment you catch a real case,

you throw your hands in the air?

You know I'm understaffed as is.

I'm sure you can spare one guy.

I have just the man for you.

Thank you.

Are you trying to undermine
this interrogation?

I was just beginning to
make her feel comfortable.

Every interruption sets me back an hour.

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

What? Why?

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

Well, give it to someone else.

No one knows Dottie like I do.

We used to live next door to each other.

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

Next flight leaves for Los
Angeles in three hours.

Sousa asked for you and nobody else.

Did he?

Yeah.

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

If this is about your insecurity,
Chief Thompson,

then I suggest you deal
with it in your own time.

Don't sabotage our first real shot

at uncovering Dottie's true agenda.

Carter... Believe it or not,

the SSR can actually function
without you once in a while.

And who will you have interrogate her?

Plan on doing that myself.

Jack, she isn't afraid of you.

Hmm.

Pack your bags.

Miss Carter.

Mr. Jarvis.

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

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

Shall we?

Um, Mr. Jarvis...

Yes?

I understand Howard came out
west for a defense contract.

He did.

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

I think I see where this is heading.

- What I don't understand...
- You're puzzled, perhaps.

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

It's the flamingo, isn't it?

It is, indeed, the flamingo.

Regrettably, you are not the only house guest

to whom Mr. Stark has extended an invitation.

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

Bernard.

Bernard.

Bernard Stark, to give his full name.

Ready for another adventure, Miss Carter?

Uh...

Where is Howard?

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

He's opening a moving-picture studio.

Fancies himself to be Cecil B. Demille.

Fatty Arbuckle, more like.

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

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

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

Miss Carter, you have no idea

how foreign Los Angeles will seem

to a civilized person such as yourself.

They eat avocados with everything.

The foliage is preposterous.
Take the palm tree.

Would you trust the structural
integrity of such a thing?

- No, I suppose not.
- They afford no shade.

Everybody says it's a very dry heat,

but that doesn't mean
it isn't unbearably hot.

And worst of all,

the drivers are both abundant
and abundantly irresponsible.

While I appreciate your concern,

I am certain I can hazard the
Los Angeles driving conditions.

Miss Carter, since our last adventure,

my life has consisted of oiling
floorboards, cleaning pools,

and...

Transporting exotic livestock.

I'm profoundly and exhaustively bored.

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

When can we expect our
esteemed Mr. Stark to return

from the preproductions
of his motion picture?

That depends on how long the location scout

allows Mr. Stark to... scout her locations.

Oh.

Are we certain this is the place?

Positive as pie.

Thank you, Mr. Jarvis.

Mm.

Hey, Peg!

I didn't realize you were in town.

Let me show you right
through to Mr. Auerbach.

Oh!

I'm sorry.

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

Have a nice day.

That's the third place this week.

We don't advertise.

Our sign is barely legible.

Our address is wrong in the city directory.

And yet, somehow, they find us.

Come.

I'll show you right through.

- You out here long?
- Possibly.

Well, that pasty skin's gonna get burned

if you don't cover up.

Is California to your liking?

I was so sick of those New York shadows.

The moment I heard Chief Sousa

was heading up the new L.A. bureau,

I leapt at the opportunity.

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

- Dry heat.
- Yes.

Do you know I took up surfing?

The "R" to the "S" cabinet.

That's easy enough to remember.

How is... everything?

Everything is through the
first door on your right.

You can't miss him.

This is agent O'Malley.

Well, call him again.

- Yes, sir.
- Hello.

Chief.

Peggy.

What are you doing here?

The lady of the lake killer.

Right.

Thompson said you requested backup.

Yes, yes. Yes, of course.

Unless you've solved it already.

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

You didn't put the request in.

No, I did.

But not for me.

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

Um...

Welcome to Los Angeles.

Thank you.

I know that all your time has been consumed

- with setting up the SSR's west coast bureau...
- It has been.

- Traveling across the country...
- And staffing the office, I know.

But I did call on several occasions.

I'm sorry. I, uh...

Why didn't you return my messages?

Because sometimes,

a three-hour time difference
feels like a lifetime.

Okay!

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

Detective Andrew Henry, L.A.P.D. Homicide,

this is Agent Peggy Carter, SSR, New York.

How many of you agents do we need?

As many as it takes to catch the killer.

Well, that's zero. This new body

means I'm gonna have journalists
clawing down my door.

With a little help from the press,

I'll catch our bad guy before
evening rush on Cahuenga Pass.

What if the frozen lake and
the murder aren't connected?

How do you figure?

You think they're unrelated.

The body was dumped at another time...

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

- Unlikely.
- Most doubtful.

- But not impossible.
- What was that old dooley saying?

"Explore all avenues for unturned stones."

What's a dooley?

The SSR came on board

because a body of water
froze during a heat wave.

The first step we should take is
to determine whether or not

the dead body and the frozen
lake are even the same crime.

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

I wish you'd called.

- So we'd know to bring long Johns?
- So I could tell you not to come.

I don't have an autopsy report.

Meltzer, you're kidding me.

This is the best chance
we've had in two years

- to catch our man.
- Why the delay?

This isn't a layer of frostbite.

She's frozen through and through.

Even with the heat shining on her?

She's only beginning to thaw,

but you'll have to wait a bit longer,

unless you want the autopsy
performed with a chisel.

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

Well, her stab wounds are consistent

- with the other lady of the lake victims.
- Here's the shoes.

They're on the wrong feet.

Well, the killer's signature is
to switch his victim's shoes.

That detail was never released to the papers.

See? We got our guy.

Do we know whether the body
caused the lake to freeze

or vice versa?

No.

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

I can't explain this, either.

Fetch a chisel.

_

That's not ice.

Then what is it?

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

And there's nothing else you can tell us?

I'm doing my best.

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

Excuse me?

Just because we don't carry guns

doesn't mean we're not in the SSR.

We value your contributions.

We're just asking...

Then why not invite me when
you agents grab drinks?

Aren't you always invited?

No. Never.

Well, yes.

Of course you're invited, doctor...

Samberly.

Samberly. Yes, Samberly.

What about the glow?

The non-native matter
is in a radioisotopic form,

ionizing the nitrogen
molecules in the air and blood

to create the luminescence.

The only occurrence that
could create such a phenomenon

is by producing the radioisotope
in the form of uranium.

What does that mean?

She was near a particle accelerator.

The one used in the Manhattan
project is in Tennessee.

There's another one in
Pasadena at Isodyne Energy.

I applied there but instead
chose to go with SSR.

Unfortunately.

What is Isodyne Energy?

Isodyne Energy is a development laboratory

dedicated to fuel initiatives
in the 20th century.

Is there anything else I
can help you with today?

Do you know who works with
the particle accelerator?

Our scientists.

Is there anything else I
can help you with today?

We'd like to look around your facilities.

- Do you have a search warrant?
- We do not.

Is there anything else I
can help you with today?

We're pussyfooting around here while
the killer's stalking his next victim.

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

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

It's, um, on your right.

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

No!

Do I need a search warrant

to know how many years
you've worked at Isodyne?

Oh.

Oh! Excuse me. Oh. Sturdy.

Um, three years.

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

Do you want to be thunderstruck?

Come here.

I hope you'll forgive me,

but what you're about to experience
will change your life forever.

I'm not one for surprises.

Taste this.

Are you poisoning me?

Well, that's ethanol, so...

Yes.

Well, I'm usually a-a whiskey girl,

but this is the best wine I've ever tasted.

See?!

See, I realized that by
manipulating the oxygen

in the malic and succinic acids,
I could tweak the pH balan...

So you're a genius.

No.

But yes.

Who are you?

Uh, Agent Carter, with the
Strategic Scientific Reserve.

Do you know this woman?

Oh, my God.

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

W-what happened to her?

Did she work with the
particle accelerator here?

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

I think she was a particle physicist.

Did she have any friends here?

Well...

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

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

You'd be helping her.

Let's just say that...

She had a very close relationship

with the owner of Isodyne Energy...

Calvin Chadwick.

By that, I mean they were involved.

Yes, I understand.

Sleeping together.

Your point is made.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry I got you caught.

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

Here's my business card.

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

Thank you, Doctor... Wilkes.

Let me give you my personal number.

Oh, uh...

Very well.

Maybe I should have your number, as well.

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

Of course. Great.

Great.

- Thank you.
- Yes.

Calvin Chadwick's office
is stonewalling us, too.

This is a sketch from a witness's description

of a man seen near Echo Park
late at night two years ago.

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

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

The man is running for Senate.

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

That's not my gist, lady.

Calvin Chadwick is a wealthy industrialist.

He's not going around killing
women and throwing them in a lake.

What lead are you proposing we follow?

Not one from the word of some janitor.

Jason Wilkes is a physicist!

Look, sweetheart, I don't know
how you do things in New York,

but out here, if we go after Chadwick,

the papers are gonna crucify us
when they find out we're wrong.

- And what if we're right?
- How would you handle it, detective?

I would use the press to our advantage.

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

I take it you have journalist contacts?

I got contacts all over the place.

I'll arrange everything, okay?

Have at it.

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

Thank you.

El Lobo's racing in the fourth.

Place a bet for me after you find Chadwick.

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

I'm certain she'll have picked
out the perfect outfit for you

for a covert operation at the races.

She's your stylist, what can go wrong?

I couldn't maneuver him into the enclosure.

He's the devil in pink.

Mrs. Jarvis!

Miss Carter is here.

Miss Carter,

- I feel like I already know you.
- Oh.

Oh!

She hugs.

She does not hug.

It's a pleasure to finally meet.

Yes.

Well, I'll give you both some privacy.

Excuse me, Mr. Jarvis.

Oh.

Hmm.

She's an embarrassing creature.

He's too easy.

What's that look?

Uh, I don't know.

I suppose I was expecting someone more...

Like Mr. Jarvis? In a girdle?

Precisely.

From his tales of your heroics,

I was picturing a circus strongman in a wig.

I've selected a few potential
ensembles for the racetrack,

but I've also sewed you...

This.

What is it?

A garter.

That's also a holster.

You are fantastic.

That is Calvin Chadwick.

Oh, and his wife, Whitney Frost.

Who?

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

She doesn't look familiar.

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

I'm not one for the cinema.

What do you do for relaxation?

Assemble rifles?

I trust you to distract
her with your flattery.

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

Excuse me. Miss Frost?

Edwin Jarvis.

Head of production, Stark Pictures.

Oh. Charmed.

Might I have a word?

Mr. Chadwick,

I am one of your biggest
advocates for Senate.

What a delight to see

such an attractive young woman like yourself

interested in politics.

If you don't beat that ugly
old representative Anderson,

California is gonna go
to hell in hand basket.

I think I need you on my campaign committee.

Why, just the other day,
I was extolling your virtues

to a dear friend of mine... Uh, Jane Scott.

Yes.

Well...

Thank you for your support.

Are you aware that Miss Scott is dead?

Who did you say you are, Miss?

Agent Peggy Carter with the SSR.

When was the last time you saw Miss Scott?

Is it SSR protocol to surprise people

with the death notices of their employees?

I understand she was more
privileged than an employee.

Is your wife aware you were having an affair?

You would be perfect for the lead role

in a new Stark Pictures production.

Really? And what's the picture?

- The movie?
- Yes.

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

is... is called...

"The British Are Coming."

Mm.

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

Oh, no, no, no.

This would be a... A spy picture.

No, you'd play a female agent.

Tough as nails.

Now I'm intrigued.

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

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

If you have nothing to hide,

you'll hand over a complete list
of employees at Isodyne Energy.

I'm a patriot and I would gladly help,

but Isodyne Energy deals in classified

and confidential United
States government contracts.

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

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

Have a good day, Miss Carter.

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

Oh, no.

We'll be in touch, Miss Frost.

_

Chadwick was nervous.

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

Now that the autopsy report's complete,

we'll have a better idea of what happened.

Been on this case for two years

and you're not gonna wait for me?

Boy.

Still freezing in here.

How did Meltzer even cut into the body?

What'd you find, Dr. Meltzer?

Dr. Meltzer?

It's been over 24 hours.

Shouldn't I get a phone call?

Where's Peggy?

Carter?

She's moved on to a new case.

You're yesterday's news for her.

But who's gonna interrogate me?

My boss and I...

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

He was the carrot, and I was the stick.

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

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

You killed the carrot.

And I'm not afraid of you.

What you're gonna tell me...

You're too easy. We need Peggy.

Jack!

Did Agent Carter mention
what she wanted me to see?

Only that it was of the utmost importance.

That used to be a person?

Can you explain such an occurrence?

Not even in my nightmares.

Oh, my God. I need some air.

If we lent you a sample,

are there tests you could run
to determine what happened?

Yes. Yes.

Th-this is a lot to take in.

Dr. Wilkes, can you excuse us, please?

Yeah. Um...

I'm gonna get some water.

What is it?

The official autopsy report.

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

Exactly... Not the stab wounds.

So someone stabbed the body
after she'd already died.

The murderer wanted us to think Jane Scott
was killed by the lady of the lake killer...

When actually, she was killed

from exposure to the
substance that froze the lake.

Her shoes were switched on her feet.

The only people that knew that detail

were the actual lady of
the lake killer and...

And the police.

Where's Detective Henry?

Keep it moving. Go.

- Gentlemen!
- Tighten your jaw.

- Excuse me?
- He's gonna...

- Hit you.
- Get in.

What is it you expect me to do?

You're gonna fix me. Go.

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

Why did you want it so badly?

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

Me give you?

A beating you won't forget.

If you want more from me than a sore throat,

this needs to be an exchange.

Peggy would've known that.

And what does that sick head of yours

think Carter would've offered you?

Deportation is better than prison.

Prison is better than the electric chair.

Deal.

Show me the paperwork, and I will tell you

exactly who I was stealing
that lapel pin from and why.

Hey!

This is a federal interrogation.

Who let you in here?

I did, Jack.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation

will be taking custody of Miss Underwood.

Jack, you are doing great work.

You're making a real name for yourself.

Then why does the FBI get the prize?

Let's get a drink.

Tell Peggy I say bye.

All right, this way. Let's go.

Come on, Jack.

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

He is armed and dangerous.

Approach with caution.

Oh! Oh, is it broken?

You'll live. Keep your head back.

Of course I'll live.

I'm worried about the aesthetic.

Ana's absolutely mad about my profile.

Look.

Keep your head down.

A bullet hitting your nose will
be harder to explain to Ana.

Andrew Henry! Jason Wilkes!

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

The windows are frosted over.

Steering column's frozen.

He had to ditch the car.

Dr. Wilkes left us a bread crumb.

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

Direct them to follow us.

Will do.

Here.

Well, I suppose this is progress.

Only use it if absolutely necessary.

And tell the police not to fire, either.

We have a lot of questions
for Detective Henry.

Very well.

But if I do see this Detective Henry,

I can't promise not to bludgeon his nose.

So the cops will spot you.

I shall be a beacon of justice.

We're nowhere near isodyne!

L-listen, I-I'm sure you
had a perfectly good reason

for killing Jane.

I didn't kill anyone.

Then why are you doing this?

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

So when I was hired to take
care of Jane Scott's body,

I made it look like the
lady of the lake killer

to revive the case.

My lieutenant had pulled all my resources!

Don't you see?!

I'm a good guy!

You go left, I'll go right.

Give a shout if it gets chilly.

You, too.

Oh, oh! You hear that?

P-put your gun down, let them help you.

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

Don't fire!

Let's go! Move in!

Hi.

I said no guns.

Holster your weapons.

Where is Detective Henry?

- Back that way.
- Stay here.

You should, too.

_

Put down the gun.

Or what? You're gonna kill me?

Look at me. I'm dying!

We can help you.

I won't last. You'll see.

- Take a step back.
- We can work this out.

They're not gonna let us.

Who won't let us?

I said no guns!

I'm sorry.

I-I left my radio in the car.

Do you have any idea how much legwork it took

to catch Dottie Underwood?

Of course I do.

Don't you trust me to grill her?

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

You have, Vernon.

When your father called me,

talking about his war-hero
son acting aimless,

who got you the gig at the
best intelligence agency

both sides of the Atlantic?

And I appreciate everything you've done.

I do.

I just...

I feel like the person who fights the bear

should be the one to get the honey.

I'd never steer you wrong, Jack.

Then why are you giving the FBI credit

for the capture of Underwood?

You need to start playing the long game here.

The SSR is a wartime agency,
and the war is over.

Am I being fired?

Worse.

You're becoming irrelevant.

The entire department of
war is being restructured,

which means that the SSR is
going the way of the dinosaur.

It's a different world now.

And you've got to ask yourself,

"do I want to be the former chief of the SSR

or the current muckety-muck
of the next big thing?"

I want to be in the muck.

And that's the kind of attitude

that's gonna serve you very well.

Dottie Underwood was attempting to steal

from some very powerful men who
have even more powerful allies.

Like who?

The important thing is, you stopped her,

and those men... They know you did.

Now, you keep your nose to the grindstone,

and they'll make sure that your next position

befits your pretty face.

Dr. Wilkes, I feel responsible

for putting you in danger's path.

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

If whatever killed detective
Henry and the medical examiner

is contagious, then we've all been exposed.

I'm guessing that whatever it is,

you can't get it

unless you've been exposed
to contaminated blood.

The medical examiner had the most intense

and prolonged exposure,

which may explain why he succumbed first.

At your earliest convenience,

I'm going to need a written report

stating exactly what
Detective Henry told you.

I'll get it to you immediately.

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

That's not necessary.

How about dinner and dancing?

This Saturday evening?

You're a brave man.

But I make it my policy

not to socialize with persons of interest.

Of... Of course.

That makes perfect sense.

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

The job's done.

Good man.

See, hon?

You figured out how to fix it all.

And that's the last time

we should have to dirty our hands, hmm?

Just because you dirtied
other parts of your anatomy.

I'm not sure whether you follow the adventure

or the adventure follows you.

Who do you think killed Jane Scott?

I don't know.

Me, neither.

And the case isn't closed.

Guess I'll be around for a bit longer.

You think that scientist will help us out?

He'll write a report, but I doubt he'll know

the full extent of what
his employers are up to.

- Right.
- Was quite a night.

I could do with a drink.

How about you?

I can't tonight.

Maybe another time?

Yes, of course.

I forgot my jacket.

- Go on without me.
- Oh. Night.

Night.

Daniel!

Over here.

What are you doing here?

- Hi.
- What a surprise.

I got off work early.

Let's get out of here.

I'm parked down here!