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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.

- 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 that 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 colour 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 organisation is it?

Social club.

For LA'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.

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 Mo�t
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...

We win this thing and move
to Washington,

you can retire
and have all the babies you want.

Mmm. 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
organisation 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.
- Sir.

Welcome to the Arena Club, ladies.

And 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 to deal with Terry there.

Mr Stark!

- This way to the bar, ladies.
- No. No, no, no, no.

You are not allowed in here.

Come on in, don't be shy.

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'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 giving
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 judgement.

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'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 seven 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.

Film making 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. In the lab, I...

I was going for the Zero Matter sample,

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 figure this out.

From the pharmacy,
get me some saline solution

and some sterilised 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, uh, 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?

Not 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,
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 any more.

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.

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
authorised 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 realised 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 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 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!