Agent Carter (2015–2016): Season 2, Episode 3 - Better Angels - full transcript

Previously on "Agent Carter"...

A woman from your lab died,

and two of my men were
killed to hide the evidence.

I had nothing to do with that.

Best way to explain is to show you.

Only one thing was left
behind... zero matter.

Tonight, we'll clear out the laboratory.

We need to get to your
lab to retrieve the research

and the zero matter.

Whitney Frost?

Now hand it over.



Run.

Dr. Wilkes?

He didn't make it.

Is Dr. Wilkes a suspect
in the explosion at Isodyne?

Why did he do it?
Was it a personal vendetta?

What was Isodyne working on in the lab?

Is there a danger of radiation?

Vega, clear a perimeter.

No press for a hundred yards.

- How you holding up?
- I'm fine.

How goes the search?

Slow going.

Dr. Wilkes brought a lot of work home.

Anything regarding Isodyne's
work on zero matter?



Nothing that would explain

why a bunch of gorillas were
shooting at you last night.

They were shooting at Dr. Wilkes.

They wanted him killed.

I suppose I did their job for them.

You know what happened at
the lab was an accident.

Nevertheless, Dr. Wilkes is dead,

and the only lead that we
have in the case is a tie pin,

the same kind that Dottie Underwood
tried to steal in New York.

I called Thompson when I
got back into the office.

Haven't heard back yet.

I doubt he'd call to report
his lack of progress.

Do you hear that?

It's hollow.

There must be 50 grand in here.

Plane ticket to Moscow, one way.

And a Russian passport.

Why would Wilkes have a Russian passport?

Maybe because he's a Russian spy.

Do you have any evidence

to support that preposterous
theory, Agent Baker?

Found this under his mattress.

Tokarev TT-33.

Same gun that was used to kill the agents

moving Jane Scott's body.

Your pal Wilkes wasn't just a spy.

He killed two of our guys.

A spy who hides every bit
of incriminating evidence

in one easily discovered place?

I don't believe it for one moment.

You think someone planted all this?

I think Isodyne is trying
to frame Dr. Wilkes

and they want us to do their dirty work.

End of the line, Colt.

Ain't nowhere else for you to hide.

I own this town.

Tough talk, Sheriff.

Now draw!

Hold it!

You're in the shot!

Still in the shot.

Cut!

That's lunch!

One hour, everybody.

Mr. Stark, we have
rushes for you to look at.

I always thought you
should be in pictures, Peg.

What do you say? Arlene
French called in drunk.

You want to play a sassy beer wench?

- I'd rather be the cowboy.
- I like it.

I don't think the audience is ready yet.

But they're ready for a
movie based on a comic book.

Sounds like a dreadful idea.

I'll have you know, this
is a historical drama.

Kid Colt was a real person.

And if it fails,

there will be a substantial
write-off come tax season.

Sorry I missed you last night.

We wrapped late.

And Irene Dunne and I wrapped even later.

Do you have time to talk about
the real world for a moment?

Unbelievable.

That rift snuffed out an
atomic explosion like a match.

You got a blockbuster
flick on your hands, Peg.

You have any idea what could do that?

Zero matter, or at least
that's what Dr. Wilkes thought.

I was hoping you'd have some answers.

Well, that kind of power doesn't
exist in the natural world.

This zero matter stuff...

This could be the greatest
find of the century.

Well, apparently, it's important enough

for Isodyne to fabricate a story

about Dr. Wilkes being a Communist.

You know, that's
an easy enough setup.

He's already a target 'cause
of the color of his skin.

I won't let them tarnish
Dr. Wilkes' name like this.

Wilkes was a member of the Arena Club?

- Is that what that pin is from?
- Yeah.

And I'm amazed they
allowed him to be a member.

They keep their ranks male and pale.

Jarvis here isn't even
white enough for them.

Please. I'm 1/16 Turkish.

What kind of organization is it?

Social club.

For L.A.'s silver spoon crowd since 1906.

The influential, the powerful,

the reptilia and the rodentia.

The Arena Club is where they all congregate.

They've been trying unsuccessfully

to recruit Mr. Stark for years.

I'm not a joiner.

- Women aren't allowed.
- Well, there's that, too.

That pin belonged to one of the men

that tried to kill me last night,

and Dottie Underwood tried
to steal one just like it

back in New York.

Who is Dottie Underwood?

She kidnapped you.

At gunpoint, not long ago.

You were wearing your brown mohair jacket.

The Russian knockout
with the killer backhand.

A Soviet spy in an old-boys club?

What the hell have you
gotten yourself into, Peg?

I don't know.

But at least I know where to start looking.

Oh!

You scared the life out of me.

Front page above the fold.

Hmm?

You were right, the
Commie angle was perfect.

Cops didn't doubt our story for a minute.

Well, you're the one that sold it.

I'm not the only actor in the house, hmm?

Why aren't you at work?

Oh, I was... I wasn't feeling
well this morning. I...

Oh, you okay?

Oh, yes.

- I'm better now.
- Good.

I'm gonna pull the '39
Moet out of the cellar.

Cal.

What if I told you I wanted
to retire from acting?

You mean after the election, right?

I'd hate for anything to
overshadow the campaign now.

No.

Of course.

Of course.

It was just idle thoughts, and...

Well, when...

We win this thing and move to Washington,

you can retire and have
all the babies you want.

Mm.

That sounds wonderful.

How did they get this?

We haven't even released a statement yet.

Isodyne desperately wants
the world to believe

that Jason Wilkes is a Communist.

And they have friends at the Times.

Well...

Look who finally decided
to show up for work.

- Jack, what...
- An appalling surprise.

I missed you too, Marge.

What are you doing here?

Hey.

I had some business in town.

Figured I'd drop by

and clean up another one of your messes.

Is that what you think you do?

Your incident report from
the accident at Isodyne...

I fixed a couple of details.

"I chased the Russian spy into the lab

but couldn't apprehend him
before he set off an explosion."

This is rubbish.

This is covering your behind, Carter.

I'm not filing a report

about you running around
Hollywood with this guy.

People might get the wrong idea.

And what idea is that?

That you're a Communist.

The only Communist I
know is Dottie Underwood.

Have you gotten one iota of
information out of her yet?

Or is she still rearranging
the office furniture

atop your sternum?

Don't worry about things that
don't concern you, Carter.

She was stealing from the very
organization that we are investigating.

And that investigation is concluded.

- Your John Hancock, please.
- I'm not signing my name to that.

Fine.

You don't need to.

You can't do that, Jack.

She was acting as a part
of my investigation.

On loan from my office.

Isodyne is using Wilkes as a patsy.

They found something so dangerous,
it destroyed their own lab.

Now they're pretending it never happened.

If only you could prove that.

Watch the Isodyne film.

See for yourself what they're hiding.

I already read the book, and it stunk.

The case is closed.

I'd forgotten what a pleasure
it was to work with you.

Can't believe this.

Absolutely ridiculous
man. It's nearly 10:00.

Does Howard know that I'm waiting on him?

Take a number, honey.

And, um, who are these people, please?

According to the accountants,
production assistants.

I see.

Well, they all look very... useful.

Not in the slightest.

Somebody turn down the sun, please.

Have you quite finished fannying about?

We have work to do.

I am working.

It's called thinking. They help me think.

I need to find out more
about the Arena Club.

Who's a member, who's a
friend, who's an enemy,

and most important of all,
what do they talk about

behind all those closed doors?

I'll tell you what they talk about...

Buying low, selling high, and gout.

I want to plant listening
devices in the club

and let them incriminate themselves.

Well, that sounds boring.

You want something jazzier.

Besides, that club is men only, remember?

And you'll have complications
pulling that off.

My plan will have enough
jazz for your liking,

and believe me... You won't be bored.

Come on. Who's a good boy?

- Hey.
- Howard's a good boy.

Give that back.

Uh, just a second.

- Chief?
- Yeah.

Someone here to see you.

Vernon!

It's good to see you.

Thanks for coming out to the
coast on such short notice.

How do you like it out here so far?

I wish I'd packed my clubs.

But I'm guessing you didn't
call me out here for golf.

You've been briefed on
the situation at Isodyne?

Just crossing the t's on
that report right now.

It will be very uncontroversial.

The spy, Wilkes... He stole
some sensitive material

from the lab before he blew up the place.

I'm gonna need your help recovering it.

Well, as far as I know,

we've recovered everything
Wilkes stole from Isodyne.

What kind of sensitive materials
are we talking about?

Oh, you'll know it when you see it.

The SSR isn't typically in the business

of handing over key evidence.

Come on, Jack.

We talked about this.

There are bigger fish than
the SSR, and right now,

they're more concerned with
a breach of national security

than evidence protocol.

How is the accident at Isodyne
a breach of national security?

If the material that Wilkes stole

falls into the wrong hands,

it could be disastrous
for the United States.

Well...

If the SSR has it, it's in the right hands.

Don't be a boy scout, Jack.

I know you understand what I'm saying.

If I find anything...

I'll let you know.

You give me a call.

We'll do lunch.

Apparently, that's the sort of
thing that goes on out here.

You'll find the majority of our membership

hails from the Ivy league, of course...

Harvard, Yale, Princeton.

Last month, we even admitted
a gentleman from Brown.

Heaven help us.

Brown... heaven help us, indeed.

Our members' median income hovers around...

Excuse me, Terry.

Torrance.

Yeah. That Martini... It's
been about five minutes.

Yes.

Well, how many more minutes before I get it?

Perhaps I could render your busy
bartender some assistance.

I assure you, Leopold is quite capable...

Listen, Torrance, you got
one hell of a building here.

Unfortunately, what you
got inside that building

is duller than Sunday mass.

Take my word for it...
It can get quite raucous.

Why, just yesterday...

We had the monthly rehearsal

of our very own barbershop quartet.

I'm sure if you met some of the gentlemen,

you would have...

That's the problem... you've
got a surplus of gentlemen.

Women are not allowed in the Arena Club.

The great Eleanor Roosevelt herself

was turned away at our threshold.

Well, I've seen old Ellie's threshold.

I believe you've made the right choice.

Nope. I've got something different in mind.

Jarvis.

S-sir.

Welcome to the Arena Club, ladies!

Now don't ever say Howard Stark didn't get

completely behind the suffragettes.

You'll find the lounge through here

and the pool table on the left.

Anyone gives you any lip, tell
them you're with Terry there.

Mr. Stark!

This way to the bar, ladies.

No. No, no, no!

You are not allowed in here.

Come on in. Don't be shy.

Hi, handsome.

You must be Leopold.

Allow me to show you how to
make a Martini in a timely fashion.

Security, we have a code pink.

Thank you.

I'm sure it's hard to see right now,

but you just helped safeguard
your country's future.

And your own.

Get me security.

I need Warshauer in the chambers now.

I think we might have a breach.

I don't know. Just something ain't right.

Just get him down here.

Hey, you!

You're not supposed to be in here.

Miss Wendy!

The powder room is that way.

Oh! I... I'm so sorry.

I get really confused around books.

Hmm.

You know what, Terry?

I think I might've been a
little bit harsh on this place.

You're not half bad.

Mr. Stark, it's time to go.

Actually, your club's terrible,
and I'm never coming back.

Come on, girls.

Let's go back to my pool
and play watergiggles.

This is a private club... in America.

You need a search warrant, probable cause.

What part of "this case is closed"

was unclear to you, Carter?

I told you there was a conspiracy afoot.

The Arena Club is fabricating the future

just the way

that they fabricated the
story about Dr. Wilkes.

The newspapers I found are proof.

The headline read
"Anderson ankles election."

What the hell does that even mean?

It means he's stepping down.

I speak Hollywood now.

The date on the newspaper
is tomorrow's date.

They were gmng representative
Anderson a warning...

"Resign willingly and we'll play nice.

Refuse and we'll ruin your life."

Either way, the results stay the same...

Calvin Chadwick wins a seat in the Senate.

The arena club knows
what's happening tomorrow

because they're making it happen.

Do you have any idea the can of
worms you're asking me to open?

Rigging an election is a serious accusation.

All the more reason to listen to Peggy.

Where are those newspapers?

I-I had to leave them behind.

Well, of course you did. God
forbid bringing me actual evidence.

Hold on, Jack. If something
comes up on one of Peggy's bugs,

we have all the evidence that we need.

The bugs were destroyed.

The club must have had
some kind of countermeasure

that shorted out all of Howard's devices.

So you've got nothing?

Why are we even having this conversation?!

Because we need to dig
deeper into the Arena Club.

It ain't happening.

They're colluding to throw an election.

They've already smeared
a man they tried to kill.

God, you are so hell bent
on clearing your pal Wilkes.

I think your emotions are
clouding your judgment.

You're being a coward!

Peggy.

You are so afraid of
ruffling powerful feathers

that you're doing what you always do...

Burying an ugly truth and hoping
someone will pin a medal on you.

You're done here.

Get on the next plane back to New York.

If he thinks I'm just
gonna drop this, he has...

He's not wrong.

Are you on his side?!

You know I'm on your side.

I believe you.

But you're kicking yourself so
hard for what happened to Wilkes...

I got him killed, Daniel.

He went into that lab of his own free will.

He was a civilian, a rare bird
trying to do right in the world,

and I treated him like a soldier.

All I'm saying is,

I think you're on to something
with the Arena Club,

but if you keep acting like the lone ranger,

I cannot help you.

I'm doing what needs to be done.

If you are unwilling and unable to help...

Stop. Look.

Peggy...

No, don't touch me.

I've seen this before.

This is a side effect of zero matter.

If I'm contaminated,

then you mustn't come anywhere near me.

Well, we got to do something.

I agree.

Wow. That's wild.

But treatable, I hope.

Oh.

Damn.

Should've used the cheap stuff.

We get it... Stuff floats around her. Why?

And how? Is she okay?

Everybody's so impatient.
You're missing the obvious.

Anybody?

The temperature around Peggy is
approximately 7 degrees cooler

than the rest of the room.

Not unlike the lady in the lake.

And the detective.

And the medical examiner.

That's a constant.

A good thing to have in an equation.

But they all froze to death.

Relax.

You're not freezing.

You're not contaminated with zero matter.

Who can tell me how I know this?

Are you teaching a class?

Jarvis, you have a hypothesis?

There's a disruption in
the gravitational field

- near Miss Carter.
- Excellent.

How do we get it to stop, professor?

I've got an idea.

Filmmaking isn't art. It's more than that.

It's science, which is why

I'm gonna beat these movie
yahoos at their own game.

Because of your boundless modesty?

Photography is the science

of capturing light in its permanent form.

When you capture that light,
the image is still invisible.

And that's when the
developing process comes in.

You're using silver nitrate.

That's what photographers use
to bind images to celluloid.

Come on.

It's the strategic scientific reserve.

The silver nitrate... creates
a photosensitive coating

which re-creates the
captured image onto film.

But Jarvis and I have been working on

a new chemical solution.

Mr. Stark's process would make
all invisible wavelengths...

Ultraviolet, X-ray, infrared...

Not just visible but recordable.

If I can pull that off, I'll make a fortune.

Another fortune.

You think your formula can
make, well, this visible?

It exists.

By definition, it must be observable.

Ready to give it a go?

It's working.

Dr. Wilkes.

Howard, what's happened?
Why can't I touch him?

He's visible. He's just not tangible.

You can't touch him any more than you
can touch a light out of a projector.

- Is he ultraviolet?
- He's somewhere outside our visible spectrum.

Interesting.

Why can't he talk?

Say "ahh."

I didn't coat his vocal cords.

Now I have, may have enough mass

to create an audible
frequency when they vibrate.

- Are you all right?
- I think I'm gonna throw up.

It's not that bad.

Am I dead?

We thought so, but apparently not.

Oh. Good.

Good.

I've been shadowing you since last night,

trying to get you to notice me.

Well, I was hoping

my formula would create more
than a visible presence.

I must have fallen short.

Can we make him whole again?

I don't know.

Thank you for getting me this far.

Dr. Wilkes, do you remember
what happened to you

the other night at Isodyne Energy?

Yeah.

I-I-in the lab, I... I was going
for the zero matter sample,

a-and Whitney Frost showed up.

Whitney Frost, the actress?

And wife of Calvin Chadwick,

senatorial candidate and
owner of Isodyne Energy.

What was she doing there?

The same thing I was doing...
She wanted zero matter.

She had a gun.

She said that she knew more
about zero matter than I did.

She grabbed for it, and it fell.

Boom.

So she was caught up in
the explosion, as well.

I was closer, so I took
the brunt of the explosion.

Howard!

The emulsion must be wearing off.

I didn't think he'd shed it so
quick, but the Brownian motion...

Fix him!

It's all right, Dr. Wilkes.
You stay right there.

We'll... We'll figure this out.

From the pharmacy, get me some
saline solution and some sterilized water.

From the lab, get me some silver halide

and some ammonium thiosulfate.

And pick up any heavy metal
you can find, just in case.

Oh, and from the market, get
me some of that cheese I like.

You know, what is it?
That... that yellow one.

Uh... Velveeta.

Velveeta.

I'll get two bricks.

That's quite a spring in your step, Jarvis.

You and Peggy make a great team.

I'm happy to help out Miss
Carter in any way I can.

You just make sure you let me know

if I'm gonna need to
find myself a new butler.

I'm more than happy in my position, sir.

I know.

I'm great.

But so is she.

Is there anything we can do to help?

Unless you can improve on my formula

or make it permanent, then, no, you can't.

I'm gonna stay up day and night

to figure this out for you, Peg.

I know how important it is for you.

Dr. Wilkes is a crucial
part of my investigation.

Of course.

And he's a good man who's in
over his head because of me.

He deserves a better fate than this.

Well, then, there's no
time to lose. I'm off.

Can I do fondue with that cheese?

You can't do anything.

We should get back to work.

I'm persona non grata at
the SSR at the moment.

I could use your help finding out

what Whitney frost wants with zero matter

and how she purports to
know so much about it.

You think she survived the explosion?

I assume so.

If a movie star had the
sniffles, we'd know about it,

let alone being blown up
in a laboratory accident.

I'll do some digging into her.
What are you gonna do?

I'm going to poke the bear.

Miss Frost? Peggy Carter.

Do you have a moment?

Of course.

And it's Agent Carter, isn't it?

Yes, we met at the racetrack,

but we were never properly introduced.

I must admit, I was a little star struck.

I've never met a famous movie star before.

Oh, please.

We're just like everybody else.

We put our pearls on one strand at a time.

And they are just letting anyone

waltz onto the studio lot these days.

I find being polite and asking
nicely opens many doors.

Oh, I'm sure it does.

Actually, I wanted to ask you
about the incident at Isodyne.

It was horrible.

It's just horrible what
happened to, uh... Mr. Wilson.

Wilkes... Dr. Wilkes.

Did you know he was a Communist?

I can't say that I did.

I guess he fooled all of us.

Isn't it incredible to think

one of them could just
infiltrate a secure lab?

What do you know of Isodyne's work?

Not a thing.

Oh, please.

The thought of my husband's
work gives me a terrible migraine.

But you were there the
night of the explosion.

A security guard saw you at
the lab just before the accident.

Well, he made a mistake.

Let's see.

I left Cal's office at 9:00,
security goes home at 10:00.

I think the newspaper said
the explosion happened

sometime after midnight?

Papers are in the business
of selling papers.

Finding facts isn't
always their top priority.

Truer words, Agent Carter.

You know, last week, the press said

that I was involved in a torrid
love affair with Cary Grant.

I should be so lucky.

Well, that's why I trust my instincts.

They're more reliable than
what I'm told to believe.

And what are your instincts telling you now?

That things aren't what they seem.

Yes.

Miss Frost, we're ready for you, sweetheart.

Okay.

Well, duty calls, Agent Carter.

If you'll excuse me.

You look great.

Oh, thank you.

This what you're looking for?

Did you watch it?

If Rita Hayworth's not in
it, I'm not interested.

You're doing the right thing, Jack.

I trust you.

No one will remember this meeting

when the history books
are written, but I will.

If it was up to me, you'd
get a medal for this.

You're doing a great service
for the United States.

That's all I ever wanted to do.

Lambda is given
by Planck's constant,

divided by MC...

Except we can't calculate "M"

without an accurate reading of your mass.

No mass, no wavelength.

Hey, Peg.

You're back.

Yeah, and he's good.

Stark Industries good.

Excellent news.

Chances are, he'll need a job

once he regains his corporeal self.

If he regains his corporeal self.

We'll get there.

I just need to stay alert.

Coffee. Who wants a coffee?

Maybe Irish coffee.

Jarvis, where's the coffee around here?!

"If he regains himself?"

This is...

I have no idea what this is,

a-and I don't know if I can fix it.

You're in the best hands imaginable.

You really think Stark can fix me?

I meant your hands.

That's kind of you.

In a very short space of time,

you've managed to do
what very few have done.

You've impressed Howard Stark.

And you've impressed me.

You don't even know me that well.

I'm an excellent judge of character.

Couldn't find any coffee.

You're here late.

Yeah, early bird's got
nothing on the night owl.

Let's see what you have here.

Agnes Cully, Broxton, Oklahoma...

Sounds interesting.

Almost sorry I... pulled
Carter away from all the fun.

I'm sure you two have plenty of excitement

waiting for you back in New York.

Yeah.

She's still a pistol.

You two seem to have patched up

whatever it was that sent
you packing out west.

The only thing that brought me
out west was a promotion, Jack.

You sure it wasn't a broken heart?

I don't know where you get your ideas.

As a matter of fact, I'm getting engaged.

You're kidding me. Really?

Yeah.

Good for you.

Thank you.

Why don't you wrap this up,
and I'll buy you a drink.

You can tell me all about her.

Uh, sorry, Jack. A Chief's
work is never done.

- You know how it is.
- Come on.

Oklahoma can wait.

You can show me that Frolic
Room Bar I keep hearing about.

Next time.

Yeah, uh...

You're on.

Next time it will be.

Take care of yourself, Sousa.

Safe flight.

Nice shirt.

And then I thought she was just gonna

pull out a pair of handcuffs
and arrest me on the spot.

Are you listening?

No, I'm listening.

Peggy Carter, who does she
think she is, handcuffs...

We have to do something about her,
Cal. She's not gonna just go away.

I got some friends in the war department.

I will call first thing

and make sure she doesn't bother us anymore.

No! No.

Official channels are not gonna cut it.

I know women like her.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to let Mr. Hunt take care of her.

I can't do that.

We've already had enough
run-ins with the Feds

to last us all year.

She scares me.

Look, it's okay.

- No.
- We'll think of something.

No, it's not okay, 'cause you weren't there.

And you don't understand. She threatened me.

What did she say?

She said she knew about Wilkes, what we did.

She is dangerous.

Sweetheart, calm down. It's okay.

She's using me to get to you.

And when she does, I can't...

I would just hate if this
caught the council's attention.

I'll take care of it.

You'll call Mr. Hunt.

I'll do it right now.

I'm turning in for the evening, Miss Carter.

Good night.

Good night, Mr. Jarvis.

Are you certain it's such a good idea

to be exercising this late at night?

I find an evening workout is the best way

to release the frustrations of a given day.

Yes, I see.

I'm sorry you found the
day so disheartening.

Is there anything I might do to help?

Nothing...

Comes to mind.

If you need a sparring partner...

I'm sure Mr. Stark would be more
than happy to hire one for you.

I'm fine, Mr. Jarvis.

Well...

Good night.

Good night.

Ah!

Miss Carter, are you all right?

Well, good morning, Mr. Jarvis.

Miss Carter.

How are you feeling this morning?

Reinvigorated.

How's the, um...

Less painful when I remember
we're on the right track.

Whitney Frost acted rashly,

and I will not make the same mistake.

What's all this?

Oh, um, improved security measures.

Mr. Stark spent the wee small hours

bolstering the estate's alarms

to ensure that we won't
be caught unawares again.

Behold.

Warning... you are not
authorized to access this area.

Terrifying.

It's a temporary measure.

I've no desire to spend the rest of time

as a disembodied voice.

Run me through it one more time.

Okay.

Why don't we take a break?

Peg, you're up.

- Have you slept?
- Nope.

No sleep. Coffee.

Perhaps a little nap.

I'll do that on the plane to Peru.

Uh, you're what the where now?

Peru. The country.

Jason and I realized we need an expert

in subatomic and gravitational physics.

And there's no greater expert in the world

than my old professor, Abner Brody.

Unfortunately, he took his brain with him

when he relocated to the Amazon last year.

I've heard of Brody. There's no one better.

You crunch the math. The lab
is yours till I get back.

Anything you need, Jarvis is your man.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Where's my passport?

I take it you had an interesting night.

That man is a menace.

A genius, but no doubt a
danger to himself and others.

As he's proven time and
again, but he's all right.

He's more than all right.

He invited me... a-a stranger...

Into his home without a
second of equivocation.

You know how many people would do that?

He's a good friend.

I'm sorry you met under such
unpleasant circumstances.

I shouldn't have asked you

to go into the lab in the first place.

You mean my lab, to retrieve my work.

Who else was supposed to do it?

Well, nevertheless, I am sorry you got hurt.

I know.

But better me than you.

Which is why I can't stay here.

"Can't stay here"? Are you mad?

Someone tried to kill me,

and now they're trying to kill you.

I'm removing myself from the
equation before anyone gets hurt.

If you remove yourself from the
people trying to protect you,

you're as good as dead.

Do you think you would've made it

out of the Griffith Park
Observatory without me?

I can hold my own.

Oh, don't be a ninny.

You need us. And we need you.

If Whitney Frost is an expert
on zero matter, as she claims,

you're our best asset against her.

Miss Carter...

You're not going anywhere.

And it's Peggy.

Peggy, I'm not going anywhere.

Good.

I'm glad you saw reason.

No, I didn't see reason.

I still think I'm putting
all of you in danger.

But you don't want me to leave,

so that's reason enough for me to stay.

Very well.

Wow. Usually got to
go all the way to France

to get a hickey like that.

Does it hurt?

Hopefully not as much

as the bullet hole I put
in my assailant's hand.

You sure you don't want a security detail?

I want to go back to work.

I thought you were on
your way back to New York

with Thompson today.

I thought I'd miss that flight.

Did you find anything in your research?

Yeah, did some digging into Isodyne

and hit pay dirt on their secret weapon...

An okie named Agnes Cully,

kind of like the Heartland's Marie Curie.

These are patents. She was an inventor?

And then some.

Her work put Isodyne on
the map during the war.

You know the radio frequency modulators

the allies used to send coded
messages across enemy lines?

Rotating the frequencies was her idea.

What has she got to do with our case?

Peggy Carter, meet Agnes Cully.

"Whitney Frost" is her stage name.

America's sweetheart is the
brains behind Isodyne Energy.

Every eye in the country is on her,

and no one sees her.

How much time do you have?

Uh, plane leaves in a
little bit over an hour.

Plenty of time.

I know you had a tough
call to make yesterday,

and I just want you to know
how much I appreciate

the faith that you put in me.

If you're happy, I'm happy.

My pops will be glad to hear
we're working together.

Great.

And everybody's happy,
especially your new best friend.

Jack Thompson, meet Calvin Chadwick.

Jack, it's great to meet you, pal.

I can't tell you how much
everyone at Isodyne

appreciates your help.

It's been a hell of a week.

Well, my pleasure, Mr. Chadwick.

Oh, you can call him Calvin.

Although you might want to get used to

calling him Senator Chadwick.

Here's to the youngest
member of the Arena Club,

running for Senate unopposed.

Who could've seen this coming?

Congratulations.

Miss Frost, you got a minute?

Of course. Come in.

Listen, I just got off
the phone with the studio.

Is everything all right?

There's no easy way to say this.

They want to replace you.

What?

They're looking for a fresh face.

Someone younger?

I-I told them I would
walk if they fired you.

I told them nobody treats my star that way.

They folded.

- Yes.
- Oh, my God.

Thank you.

You're my girl.

I'll always take care of you.

Oh, Ken...

Thank you.

Truly, thank you so much.

You are so beautiful.

Ken... Ken, no.

What is that?

- Nothing.
- That is not nothing.

- What happened to your face?
- It's nothing.

- That is not nothing!
- Wait.

Wait!

Oh, my God! Aah!