Marvel's Agent Carter

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

Move it! Let's go!

- Get them 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! - 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.

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...