I'm Peggy Carter.
During the war, I fought side-by-side with Captain America.
We defeated the enemy...
Please, don't do this. We have time.
But I lost the love of my life.
- I work for the SSR,
America's premier covert intelligence agency.
But now that the war is over,
my mission parameters these days are...
Agent Carter, cover the phones.
different.
That all changed when an old friend
asked me to become a double agent.
I have a vault. Somebody cleaned me out.
A couple of weeks later, my inventions...
They start turning up on the black market.
As of this moment, Howard Stark is a fugitive from justice.
You're the only one that can clear my name.
He left me with an ally.
Edwin Jarvis. He'll help you in any way he can.
I found the man who stole Howard's inventions.
He was part of a bigger conspiracy.
Leviathan is coming.
Who is Leviathan?
He didn't have time to tell me.
All he left behind was a symbol.
I must determine what this means
before the SSR catches up to me...
Or my friends.
Clearly, you don't know the rules of the house.
Is this not apartment 3F?
- Who are you?
Jimmy. My girlfriend, Molly, she lives here.
I swear.
5'5", blonde, works at Bonwit Teller?
Next one over.
Oh...
Would it be too much trouble if I could come...
Have a nice night.
His room key is the only evidence we found at the crime scene.
What can you tell us about him?
He was relatively clean.
He came and went without so much as a peep.
Any visitors?
Only for just an hour.
Looks like business is good.
Hey, Ray. How you doing?
This is it, 424.
Check all the usual hidey-holes.
Hey! Take it easy on the furniture.
That'll be all. Thank you.
All right, welcome to amateur hour.
I got cash, passports.
Got a British passport for "Alfred Lean."
An American passport for an "Orson Hawks,"
and an Italian pass-a-port for "Federico Rossellini."
We got a film buff on our hands.
What you got? You find something?
Well, it sure isn't nothing.
Powdered eggs again. What am I paying for?
Still, better than the blitz, right, English?
- Oh, just barely. - Morning, girls.
Someone had a late night.
What time did the cat drag you in?
I didn't exactly get dragged out.
- Molly, you didn't. - What can I say?
Jimmy is very persuasive.
And nimble.
You got a guy, Peggy?
I'm afraid I'm married to my work at the moment.
- What about Mr. Fancy? - Who's that?
You know, the guy I've seen around the Automat,
nice suit, nice car, nice shoulders.
Oh, no. No.
He's just a colleague.
Good day, ladies. Early bird and all that.
Ah, Miss Carter, please sit. This will only be a moment.
In 1925, the great Harry Houdini
performed at this very building.
Ugh, Houdini. That's never good.
Women stood spellbound and watched
as he escaped from handcuffs,
straitjackets, steamer trunks.
But the one trick he could not pull off
was ascending the stairs.
It's a simple rule, ladies.
No men above the first floor.
Molly Bowen.
Please go to your room and pack your things.
Miss Fry, please.
I hope you had a splendid evening,
because it will be your last at the Griffith.
Let her be an example for the rest of you.
This institution is not unlike Fort Knox or Alcatraz.
Whether by force or trickery, this building is impenetrable.
Can you believe that?
I don't, actually.
No building is impenetrable.
Ladies and gentlemen, our pal Leet Brannis.
Coroner says the amalgam in his teeth is Russian.
Yeah? How did he get the scar?
- His voice box was cut out. - Mmm.
Probably happened during the war. This guy served.
Russian Rifle Division. The 478th.
Now, you ready to have your socks knocked off?
- Leet Brannis died. - I know that, son.
- I'm staring at his corpse. - Two years ago.
Guy I knew in basic ended up in the US Embassy in Moscow.
I had him dig into the 478th.
Turns out, they were wiped out in '44
in the Battle of Finow, Germany.
Dead don't walk. At least, not in my experience.
Where we at with your guy?
We're still pulling what's left of him from the truck wreckage,
but we were able to lift some prints from the passports that I found.
We had a vodka bottle. Plus, we got this beauty.
- Don't touch.
What did the lab rats say?
They think it's some kind of long-range transmitter.
How long? Moscow-long?
Run his picture by your embassy friend.
- I'm on it. - Hey, passport guy's mine.
You got any friends in Moscow?
Or anywhere else?
- Don't be that guy.
Ran the license plate we pulled from the Roxxon debris.
Belongs to Howard Stark.
- I found that. - Where's the rest of the car?
Uh, we just got a plate and a bumper.
Boss, Stark was on the lam when Roxxon went down.
Do we really think he would risk his freedom to blow it up?
Or in whatever the hell happened.
Somebody was driving that car. I want to know who.
Edwin, leave the dishes.
I can take care of it.
Anna, darling, I'm going to take you up on that offer.
The day beckons. I'll, uh, be in the garden.
- Love you! - And you!
In polite society,
one telephones ahead before trespassing.
I imagine strange women traipsing through the property
isn't a completely unusual occurrence.
That's a fair point. What brings you here?
My landlady gave me an idea.
Oh, splendid.
Why, now if we could get an opinion from your butcher...
Someone robbed Howard's impenetrable vault.
If I can find out how he got in,
perhaps I can trace where he went
and locate Howard's missing technology.
You're not really dressed for it, I'm afraid.
Our thief didn't exactly walk the items out of the front door.
The night of the break-in, did you hear anything?
Well, no, there was a tremendous thunderstorm.
It knocked the power out, including the alarms,
for almost two hours.
Not that I would have heard any of it.
I'm afraid the sultry combination
of candlelight and rain always puts me out like a baby.
- Hmm. - You're quite the guard dog.
Security is not within my purview.
SSR. Open up.
Unbelievable.
A known fugitive isn't answering his door.
Knock harder.
Sure. Can I borrow your forehead?
Good afternoon, gentlemen. How may I help you?
Afternoon. Agents Thompson and Sousa with the SSR.
If you're looking for Mr. Stark,
I'm afraid he's indefinitely unavailable.
We're well aware of that, Mr. Jarvis.
That is your name, isn't it? Mr. Edwin Jarvis?
You misplace anything recently?
Yes, I did lose a fountain pen on Fifth Avenue.
How about the bumper off a Fleetmaster?
Anything like that?
Just the bumper? Wish you'd found the entire car.
I reported it stolen several days ago.
Detective Davis at the 19th Precinct was very helpful.
If there's nothing further...
That bumper was found at a major crime scene.
There's plenty further.
Mr. Stark doesn't like visitors,
whether he's here to receive them or not.
Look, Mr. Jarvis, I can call a judge
and wait here to get a warrant.
But honestly, it's almost lunchtime and I'm hungry.
How would you like to take a ride downtown?
Well, lead the way.
Well, this will be novel.
I haven't been in the back of a car in years.
Come on, Butch. Be a pal?
Sorry, Krzeminski. I got plans.
Yauch, what about you?
Told my gal I'd take her to a show. Cover my shift tonight.
I can't swing it. Why don't you ask Carter?
Right.
Dooley would kill me if I let a lady take nights.
Besides, she can barely make her own shift.
Work day starts at 9:00 a.m., honey.
Tell me, Agent Krzeminski,
who are you bringing to the show,
- your wife or your girlfriend?
Come on in. Have a seat.
We really appreciate you coming down here
to talk with us, Mr. Jarvis.
Well, naturally.
But I don't think I can tell you anything that isn't already
in the missing-car report I filed.
That report might take us a while to dig up.
You see, the NYPD aren't as efficient
as the SSR at record-keeping,
which is saying something, because our files are a wreck.
That hurts. My filing's impeccable.
Isn't that Stark's butler?
- You know this guy? - Only from the file.
Do you think he was really involved in the Roxxon implosion?
Well, maybe he didn't blow the place up,
but he's capable of driving a getaway car.
It's funny.
A lot of stuff gets stolen from Howard Stark,
cars, bombs, death rays.
Actually, the death ray's accounted for.
It's in Nevada, I believe.
Hmm.
You know these men?
Take a good look.
We have reliable information that says
that both of these men were in possession
of some of your boss's missin' doohickeys,
and now they're dead.
Oh, what a pity.
Sounds like you found our thieves.
Unless, of course, they were working for your boss.
Would you look at that? Five minutes in,
and Thompson hasn't knocked out a single tooth.
Well, don't let this guy fool you.
He may be a butler, butlers know powerful people.
If we don't play this just right,
he'll have a dozen lawyers down here by lunch.
What about the stolen-car report?
Currently lost in the system.
But if the car was actually stolen,
we got nothing to use on him.
Eh, we got something that'll rattle this limey's cage good.
I'll tell you, you know what I would do
if the bumper fell off my car while I was committing a crime?
I'd file a stolen-car report.
Well, if you're implying that Mr. Stark would ever...
I'm implying you.
Mr. Stark's on the run.
He is also an innocent man.
I can see why he hired you.
You're smart, cool-headed, extremely loyal,
which is surprising,
considering you were charged with treason.
There you go. Stay on him.
Oh, yeah. It's right here.
There's not much in there.
But seeing as whatever you did's
been swept under a rug, I'm guessing
it's a big green one made of Stark money, hmm?
So, you dodged the treason conviction.
But you couldn't get out of the dishonorable discharge.
Well, I guess money can't buy everything.
This looks bad,
bad to every good man who ever served,
bad to your friends, neighbors...
And to the fine folks at the office of immigration.
Yeah, I'm putting that on the table.
That'll be a fun conversation to have with the wife.
Yeah?
"Honey, pack a bag.
"Spot of bother.
"We're being deported."
You know what? Let's get her on the phone.
I'll tell her myself.
You leave my wife out of this.
You dragged her into it when you broke the law with your boss.
You pay, she pays.
Hmm.
He's about to fold.
And admit what?
If I had my way, damn near everything.
This guy washes Stark's underwear.
He knows.
Hey, it's just getting good.
I should get back to my station.
I'm sure the last thing you want is to put Anna on a plane
and have to explain why.
All right, I'll let you take my shift.
It's a one-time offer, Carter.
Carter!
Excuse me, Chief Dooley.
I need your signature, sir.
What? Can't it wait?
I'm afraid the codes are ready for analysis.
I need your approval.
Thank you.
Why don't you sit here awhile?
Think about it.
I'm gonna get a coffee. You want something?
That's my cue.
What do you think?
I think he's on the verge of telling you
what Stark had for breakfast two months ago.
- Really nice, Jack. - Mmm-hmm.
You feel him sweat?
Wife's the key. Stay on the wife.
Mr. Jarvis, I want you to meet...
Chief Dooley,
I'm afraid I mistakenly took your stolen-car report.
Well, thank you for your hospitality, gentlemen.
Unless you're going to arrest and charge me,
I'll be on my way.
If there's anything further you'd like to discuss,
please feel free to contact one of Mr. Stark's attorneys.
Do you have any idea how stupid that was?
- I didn't... - Exactly. You didn't think.
For the love of Eve, will somebody tell me what I did,
who I cheesed off to have you dumped in my lap?
And you wonder why you never catch any actual assignments.
Hey.
You see this man?
He did exemplary work today, and you ruined it.
Now, what do you have to say to him?
Agent Thompson, I apologize.
Agent Carter, sorry doesn't even begin to cover it.
Doesn't even begin to cover it.
Get out of my sight.
Sir.
Oh, I've been on my feet so long, I've sprouted roots.
Hello, Angie, sorry. I was, I...
An eight-hour shift, and I got a whole 50 cents in tips.
The war's over. I thought we were all spending money again.
How was your day?
Well, 50 cents in tips would have been a considerable improvement.
I got a bottle of schnapps and half a rhubarb pie.
Let's see which one makes us sick first.
Oh, sounds lovely, but I was just about to go to bed.
It's 8:00, Grandma. Come on. Tell me about your crappy day.
Maybe it'll make me feel better.
I'm really tired. Maybe some other time.
Didn't mean to disturb you.
- No, you didn't disturb me. I just... - No, it's fine.
I know a brush-off when I see it.
- Angie... - Oh.
Ah, Miss Carter, Miss Martinelli,
may I introduce you to our new resident, Miss Dorothy Underwood?
Oh, call me Dottie.
Nice to meet you.
- This place is pretty swell, huh? - Hmm.
Seems like one big, happy family.
- That wears off. - No, it's a pleasure to meet you.
I love your accent. England, right?
I've never met anybody from there.
Miss Underwood hails from Iowa
and is pursuing a ballet career.
Typically, I find dancers too carefree and irresponsible,
though I have always appreciated the discipline of ballet.
Nice to meet you, Dot.
Uh, I didn't mean to interrupt.
No harm. Wasn't much more to say.
- I'm sure you'll be very happy here.
Uh...
Do you have anything you want to tell me?
Not at present, no.
Very well.
Let's get on with it.
Mr. Stark believed the intruder
had some advanced technological assistance.
Mr. Stark believes brushing your teeth
requires advanced technological assistance.
Shall we?
You've done this before.
Himalayas before the war.
Though, at that time, I was strapped
to a very amusing Spaniard named...
You are, of course,
well within your rights to maintain your privacy.
Thank you. I agree.
A charge of treason, out of context,
is not necessarily what it appears to be.
Quite so.
In fact, my involvement with you and Mr. Stark could,
on the face of it, be considered treasonous.
Indeed, it could.
I don't need to know the details of your past, Mr. Jarvis.
I appreciate that. Thank you.
Our investigators found an open manhole cover five blocks away.
They assume the thief came up there.
Carrying hundreds of pounds of equipment?
Seems unlikely.
You said it rained the night of the break-in.
It was a positive deluge. Why?
New York is one of the last cities
to still use its sewers to run off storm water.
When the tunnels are full, the tide gate opens
and the water runs into the river.
All Mr. Brannis would have needed is a raft and a forecast.
He could have floated his stolen treasure all the way to the sea.
I'm heading out. Make sure the chief gets this when he gets back.
You got a hit on my passports?
Prince Charming's name is Sasha Demidov.
You might know the rest of the story.
Let me guess. He was dead before he died,
Battle of... Wherever?
Finow. Congrats, Sousa.
You are the brains of the night shift.
You ladies have a good night.
You know, the passports were a gift from me.
Least you could do is cover my shift, you rat bastard.
Thought you were gonna ask Carter.
I was. I did.
She acted like I was waving a sock in front of her face.
I'm sure you were polite and respectful as always.
You sweet on her, Sousa?
Don't you have enough women in your life to worry about?
All right, I'm gonna give you a nickel's worth of free advice, pal.
Give it up.
No girl's gonna trade in a red, white, and blue shield
for an aluminum crutch.
Your knowledge of waste removal rather surprises me.
I spent a week down here in the winter of '42.
It was... Another time, perhaps.
After all, we all have secrets.
I was wrong. I need to know.
Miss Carter...
If we're going to be working together, risking our lives together,
then I must be able to trust you.
On my honor, you can.
Your honor is not enough.
Mr. Stark deemed me worthy of his trust.
I would hope that would suffice.
Mr. Stark would trust a shark to not bite him
if it was wearing a short enough skirt.
That's not entirely relevant.
Would it satisfy you to know that
the charge of treason was dropped almost immediately?
It's a start.
Before the war, I served under a general.
We traveled a great deal.
We were in Budapest when I met Anna.
She worked in a hotel tailor shop,
sold me the most beautiful tie.
And then the war broke out, and things became difficult.
She was Jewish.
Still is, I'm happy to say.
The general carried several letters of transit in his safe,
any one of which would have ensured her safety,
but he refused to sign.
You forged his name.
Hence the dishonorable discharge.
It was filing the papers that sunk me.
I was arrested in the middle of Whitehall.
Hmm. On a Tuesday.
How did Anna get out?
The same way I avoided the noose.
Howard?
Mr. Stark had unfinished business with the general,
and he and I had always got along.
When he heard of my predicament, he...
Used his influence.
Sounds like a story.
Another time, perhaps.
Anna obviously knows what Howard did for you,
but she doesn't know what you do for him?
Not recently, no.
I may not always be truthful with Anna, but I am always honest.
Difficult balance, that.
One that I imagine you know all too well.
Here we are.
Mr. Brannis couldn't have gone very far
with a whole raft full of volatile technology.
Not far at all.
Mr. Brannis' symbol.
Well, she looks to have seen better days.
It's still connected to the electric. Someone's using it.
Do you have another one of those?
Someone's getting very confident.
Hmm.
Bingo.
Careful. Some can be skittish.
Very well aware of that.
I remember you.
- Nasty little bugger. - What does he do?
The constrictor causes
involuntary catastrophic muscle contraction.
Bones break, I'm afraid.
It was originally designed for back massage.
Hmm.
Right. Let's call it in.
Miss Carter, I'm not sure you've thought this through.
You can't reveal that you found these items.
I can't bloody well leave them here for someone else to find.
I'm not suggesting...
I'm certainly not turning them over to you
to be stolen the next time you feel sleepy.
Agent Carter, how did you come to discover the stolen items?
Leet Brannis, uh, told me where they were.
And how did you come into contact with Mr. Brannis?
I have been conducting my own private investigation with Howard Stark.
What is your relationship with Howard Stark?
Have you been in contact with him since his disappearance?
Are you collaborating with Stark, a known traitor and fugitive from justice?
Publicly revealing these items won't clear Mr. Stark's name.
They'll only place you under suspicion along with him.
Do you see the day I've had?
I will call them in, and they will respect me.
But they won't.
They'll only use it to tear you down.
If you wish to clear Mr. Stark's name, you must do so from the shadows.
There's a phone box across the street.
Call it in.
But for God's sake, don't let Krzeminski get hold of it.
Sousa's working the office tonight.
I can just about stomach him getting the credit.
Oh, and, uh, Mr. Jarvis, they know your voice now.
- Sousa.
Hey, mack,
I, uh, got a hot tip for ya.
What?
Yeah, Howard Stark's stolen inventions.
They're... They're... They're on a boat
near the south side pier...
- The Heartbreak, dock 12. - Who is this?
Just a pal.
Tell me your name... How did you get this number?
Have a lovely night.
Right.
Very good.
- Who was that? - Anonymous tip.
Let's go.
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
- That didn't take long.
Oh.
Thought you were someone else.
Brannis told me one of you would be coming.
One of me?
And I'm not afraid to kill a woman.
Would it make a difference if I told you I won't make it easy?
Yeah.
He told me that, too.
What did you do?
What did you do to my arm?
- Aah!
Well, that works.
Not if you want a massage.
I imagine that'll be your colleagues. We must go.
We can't leave him here. He's a witness.
There's no time.
You sure somebody's not yanking your chain?
There it is.
SSR. Don't move.
Don't think he can.
This is it.
We got the Stark stuff.
That's like the whole haul.
Ease up on that, will you?
I don't want to end up inside out.
We're getting promotions out of this.
Why? 'Cause we answered the phone?
This got handed to us, again.
Somebody's wrapping this up like it's Christmas.
Christmas? Well, hey, who doesn't love Christmas?
I'm gonna call Chief.
I want every single box checked and signed in.
Careful with that, boys.
Hey, keep it sealed off!
- You got it!
Who's our new helpful friend?
Jerome Zandow.
He had an act in a sideshow at Coney Island.
Petty crimes here and there.
Probably just muscle for hire.
Even muscle knows something.
He had his hands on an arsenal of Stark technology,
but he just sat there with it.
What's he waiting for?
- I'll get it out of him. - Crates are loaded up.
I want a lead and a chase car. Don't do the scenic route.
Let's get it behind SSR walls ASAP.
I'll wake up the eggheads, start figuring out what the hell this stuff is.
And, boys, drive carefully.
I don't want to be the one who sunk Manhattan.
- I don't envy you, buddy.
My pal Jack, he's got a special gift for interrogations.
He's real convincing, gets guys to spill their guts.
That's not an expression. We've had to use a mop.
I need a doc. My arm's broke.
What's the point of fixing you up if we're just gonna break you again?
Was that dame working for you?
- What dame? - The one on the boat.
English broad, solid right hook.
- English? - Yeah.
- What's she look like?
Oh, damn it! What the...
Don't move.
Watch where you're going.
You're lucky this is a company car.
- Hey.
Ohh!
I didn't tell him anything! I didn't tell him nothing!
- Not a thing, I...
Thank you.
Rose? What is it?
Oh, Peggy. It's too awful.
Really puts you back there, doesn't it?
Somebody buys it, you realize it could happen anytime, any day.
How did it happen?
Professional hit.
Him and our only witness.
Must have been watching us at the scene.
I knew something was fishy about that anonymous tip. Who does that?
A concerned citizen?
Concerned citizens call the cops. This guy called us directly.
It's not like we're in the phonebook.
Somebody targeted them, and I'm gonna find that bastard.
Whatever happened last night, don't any of you forget,
Krzeminski would still be with us today if it wasn't for Howard Stark,
whether he pulled the trigger or not.
We're only neck-deep in this mess because of him.
I want action plans on my desk in one hour.
Stay vigilant. I'm not losing any more of you.
Now I got to go call Krzeminski's wife.
I'll call his girlfriend.
The usual?
Yes, please.
Anything else?
Uh...
I... I thought I might tell you about my day if you have a moment.
Yeah, that would be a nice change. I got plenty of time on my hands.
All ears.
Uh, it's just that... One of my co-workers died today.
Geez, Peg. That's too bad.
- Right there on the job? - Yes, it was sudden.
I know how you feel. Blindsided.
Like when my cousin Ralphie got hit by a bus.
Granted, he did just knock off a newsstand, but still.
Big shock.
Oh, uh...
I don't know why it's hit me so hard.
We weren't close.
He was... A brute, a cheat.
He was disrespectful, rude...
But he was good at his job.
I'm really sorry, honey. What can I do?
Miss, could I get a refill?
Um, do you still have that schnapps?
Miss?
Let me get this jerk his refill, and I'll clock out.
I think that jerk quite fancies you.
Shut up, English. You talk too much.