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Previously on Marvel's
Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

I understood that conceptually,
we were building a world, but I...

I didn't expect you would build
our entire world.

You heard Radcliffe. He said,
he had a subject in the Framework,

someone who was thriving.

He was talking about May.
She's alive.

I believe it is responsible for all,
of the alien problems on this planet.

- What is it?
- A man.

He is always there in the shadows.

The Russians. They're here for us.

We have the Inhuman Director
of S.H.I.E.L.D.

- Well, I'll be.
- Oh!

That hurt.

Yeah, it hurts.

The fact that I feel anything at all
is what's blowing my mind.

Think that's the point.

All right, that's enough.

- Well?
- Unbelievable.

It's like the real thing.

- Oh!
- I could even smell the sweat.

But, I... I felt strangely cold, though.

Well, I tried to make the simulation
as real as possible,

and since you always leave
the air-con on in the base,

I exaggerated it.

- Kind of like a silent protest.
- That was so realistic.

I mean, you know, except for the whole
stopping in mid-air thing.

I don't know. I think it might play out
a little differently in real life.

So, you can feel in there?

Yeah, well, it's the Framework.
It's an immersive sensory experience.

It was designed as a training exercise,

a way for agents to practice sparring
or jungle insertions and the like.

Yeah, you can still feel pain
while inside.

That's why I stopped the simulation,
before you hit the wall because...

Painful. Got it.

So, May's locked up somewhere,

but being held,
in a virtual reality like this?

- What, to keep her placid?
- Radcliffe said she was in the Framework.

Yeah, but this is a contained prototype.
It's got limited simulations.

If Radcliffe said he built a world,

he must have built a separate,
more powerful version.

But if it's separate, how will we find it

Run a search.

Try and locate, traces of the source code.

I might be able to locate where Radcliffe,
is running his new version, and...

And that's where we'll find May.

Sir, the GPS signal
we're tracking on the Director's suit?

We've locked in on the location.

- Where?
- Nome, Alaska.

Coulson.

What the hell is this?

It's... you.

Doctor.

Radcliffe.

Unless your intention is to shred
the most advanced human mind of this,

or any century,

I suggest you think twice,

before forcefully removing him
from the Framework.

And unless you would like
to lose your arm,

I suggest you let me go.

I need to speak with him.

Dr Radcliffe, has allowed me
to communicate on his behalf.

I need to speak with him.

Now.

Aida, what have I told you,
about pulling me out of...

Yeah.

You interrupted, a rousing discourse
on pre-weekend Godard versus...

You spend too much time,
as of late in your fantasy land, Doctor.

I need you here. Present.

Well, the marvellous benefit
of an autonomous system

is that things get done without the need
for constant managing and meddling.

I do not meddle.

I perfect.

You're a results man.
I appreciate that.

But I've done my part here.
The hardware is in place.

Aida is on hand to ensure
the transition goes smoothly.

I did not make an alliance with that.

Aida is my proxy.

View her as an extension of myself.

Now, you will get what you want most.
Please, leave me to what I want most.

I can assure you,

everything will go according to plan.

For your sake, it'd better.

This is why I don't have Facebook.

Not subtle. This is a message.

He wants me to find something here.

But it's just a bad episode of
This is Your life.

- Your life and his.
- Huh?

You see the mining facility
in this picture?

He owns it.

Purchased by Anton Ivanov,
this year.

It's the only thing here
that ties back to him.

Does it tie back to you, too?

Yeah.

UN?

If that guy doesn't have a cat,
he'd be really confused.

May, what the hell are you doing here?

I didn't request a specialist.

I go where I'm assigned.

Yeah, well, I got this handled.

- I don't need you throwing off my game.
- You have game?

I have what some people refer to
in certain parts of the world as "game."

It's cute that you think that.

Impertinent.

Car.

Earth to Coulson.

Do you know, what this means?

It means we're going to Russia.

It's good to see
there's still some fight left in you.

But I should expect as much
from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Inhuman Director.

You're the one they take orders from.

Da.

Then I'm placing you under arrest
in the name of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Oh. With what power?

Surely, you have used the last of yours.

You want to find out?

Da.

I know you can do better than that.

Put him back in.

I like my video games
as much as you, Turbo, but...

...this...

- this is too much.
- Yeah, well,

it's not a bloody Oculus Rift.
It's a training exercise.

Yeah, well, I doubt it's helping May
run a triathlon.

- Mack...
- That's not how I meant it.

You built a Matrix prison
and now May's stuck in it like Brainscan.

The Framework is a tool.

- That's all that it is, a tool.
- Hmm. Like Aida was a tool?

What are you trying to say?
That all this is my fault?

What I'm saying is if you didn't build
a killer robot or a virtual world

this year would've been
much easier for us.

Now, whether you like it or not,
that's the reality.

I'm trying to help people, Mack.

I know you're not a bad person,
Fitz, but, this...

gear has been used,
for some really bad things.

You've got to think about the implications
of what you create.

Electricity is used to execute criminals.

Does that mean, we also shouldn't
use it to power our hospitals?

Not the same thing, and you know it.

There's always risks involved in science.

That doesn't mean,
that we don't pursue it anyway.

Okay, you know,

the line between scientist
and mad scientist is paper thin.

And right now...

you're starting to sound
an awful lot like...

Don't.

Don't you even say his name.

We've cloaked and entered
Russian airspace.

T-minus five minutes to the drop zone.

You're one of the smartest people I know.

I really hope you figure this one out.

What was the mission
you were on here?

May and I were sent to retrieve an 084.

Years and years ago.

With May?
That can't be a coincidence.

So, your plan was to ask the guard
to let you in?

You know how persuasive I can be.

Can you even say, "Please open
the door for me," in Russian?

Almost.

But I do know, a few choice words
I have for you right now.

You can't bluff, Phil.
You've got nine different tells,

- eyes darting all over the place.
- That's not true.

I maintain eye contact at all times.

You should try sunglasses.

Clear.

You did this. You jinxed us.

- You literally willed this into existence.
- What?

They don't cover safe-cracking
at the Communications Academy?

Don't worry. I have got this one hundred
percent under...

Shut up.

- Don't worry. I'm good with my hands.
- Not how I remember it.

Okay, here it comes.
Never long before you bring that up.

Well, I remember you fumbling
quite a bit.

I didn't know you that well back then.
I didn't want to be presumptuous...

You were undercover, as my husband.

Right, and I knew we were on camera,
so I had to sell that we were, you know...

Oh, yeah, you sold it.

Took over two minutes
to unhook my bra.

That was an act for the camera.

You know, I was...
I was being a gentleman.

What, they don't cover foreplay
at the Operations Academy?

They teach us to commit to the mission,
all the way.

Well, I'm sorry you took it so personally.

Spy life can be confusing sometimes,
I know.

Come on, can I please have
some light here?

That's why I only date civilians.

You know, makes things simpler.

Agreed. Till they start asking questions.

Agreed. I seem to go through men
like paper towels.

Agreed.

Or, so I've heard.

We've got company.

Security?

Looks like SVR Agents.
Four of them.

You did this?

Not me. May.

What do you think's in there?

Well, we already have the suit.

Let's hope it's not
the Director's body this time.

My father worked an oil drill.

He was a son of a bitch,

but he worked hard for not much,
so I admire him.

The richest man in my town,
on the other hand...

inherited his money
from his father who built airplanes.

He wore furs, was entitled.

When I saw my father with this man...

complimenting him...

licking his boots...

my admiration for my father
evaporated.

You see, there is something
lower than scum.

That which strives to be it.

Like you.

You allow S.H.I.E.L.D. to fill
your veins with poison

and parade you around
as an example.

Of what?

S.H.I.E.L.D. claims,
to be a beacon for humanity.

What it really is
is a safe haven for inhumanity.

They...

will come for me.

That is the plan.

Preparations here
are nearly completed.

That is nearly a satisfying report.

If you're done playing with your food,
there is still work to be done.

Metaphor.

Well done.

Do my methods disturb you?

Do you feel sympathy for the thing
you attempt to emulate?

I was programmed to observe
human behaviour.

Yours is different...

than most I have experienced.
I have no opinion on you or your methods.

That is because you cannot have opinions.

You are... fake.

Just like that man in there.

And when will you be done
with the Director?

Once he serves his purpose.

Even filth has a purpose.

What the hell is this?

Agent Coulson, I presume.

Do you know who I am?

The sick son of a bitch
who kidnapped my people

and seems to have more than
a few skeletons in his closet?

Do you not recognise these men?

- Should I?
- Yes, you should.

Because you had them killed.

Four guys at once. Should be fun.

What? No.

No guns-blazing tactics, Rambo.
We're spies, not soldiers.

We're agents.
We do what has to be done.

- The mission comes before the man.
- What are your orders, anyway?

Are you here to back me up,
or to retrieve the 084?

My orders don't include telling you.

- What's your clearance level now, anyway?
- Three.

- Why, what level are you?
- Mine's classified.

Tell you what? I'll stall Stalin
and the gang. You stay here, get the 084.

Sure. What are you gonna
say to them, anyway?

There's a, bio-hazard contamination.
Bio always works.

Not inspiring confidence.

Hey. Hi! Oh, boy.

Please tell me one of you speaks English.

- Da.
- Well, that's not really...

Whatever.
I'm with the UN task force here.

Some biohazardous materials
were unearthed on this site.

Really dangerous stuff.

- You have paper?
- I do indeed, yes.

Come on, May.

I didn't kill these men.

They were interrogated,
tortured, and executed,

all to cover up for you.

They were my comrades.
They were my brothers.

I had to dig up their bodies
just to pay my respects.

Never forget the fallen.

Where are my people?

Your people will suffer,
the exact same fate as my unit.

Only this time, there will be no one left
to find their bodies.

You see?

Yours is not the only life
Agent Coulson has so easily tossed aside

or hidden behind.

This is what he does.

Everything is his S.H.I.E.L.D.

The government, behind you, Director,

behind Nick Fury, Stark, all of it,
stands Agent Coulson,

quietly pursuing his alien agenda.

Conspiracy theories...

from the man who literally mounted,

a conspiracy
to have men in masks kill Inhumans.

I'm closing the door he opened,

allowing alien races
to infect our world...

and convincing men like you,
to protect them.

And I will make you admit,
to me and yourself, that this is true.

- You have a match?
- I'm searching fragments of code,

across all lines of communication.

Now, it was going slow at first,
but once I found the right fragment...

Ah, there it is.

We're going to find them.

Let's not run before we can walk.

But all I need to do
is trace the source, and...

- Server farm in China.
- China? Makes perfect sense.

Hold on a minute. No.

- That's not right.
- What's going on?

It appears to be pinging
from multiple sources.

Cell phones in Atlanta,
a military base in Norfolk...

Does this mean...

Fitz.

What the hell is this?

It's the Framework code,
and it's worse than I feared.

We traced where the data
is being processed. It's everywhere.

- What do you mean everywhere?
- The code is piggybacking

on the processors of devices
from all over the world.

- It's like SETI, only you don't opt in.
- Oh, my God.

If Radcliffe is using
this much processing power,

- the Framework reality could be...
- Massive.

So you can't track its origin?

Not yet. It doesn't stay
in any one device long enough.

- How is all this even possible?
- 'Cause Radcliffe has the Darkhold.

Anything's possible.

Well, find it. Find something.

We don't leave our people behind.

We all good here, fellas?

What else do you need?
Birth certificate?

I think I got a membership card
to Gold's Gym.

You have backup?

I think that's the only copy,
I have on me,

but there might be another one in the van.

Do you have partner?

Oh! Yeah. She's not really a partner.

More of a friend... a co-worker, really.
Though, to be honest,

I'm starting to feel some tension,
sexual and otherwise,

so I was actually thinking
about taking a shot,

but I'm afraid it could go south.

You Americans, you talk too much.

- It's our greatest flaw.
- Our unit has been made aware,

that an item was found on the premises.

We have been sent to retrieve it.

Okay.

At any cost.

Looks like your partner was asked
to retrieve the item at any cost, as well.

And that cost... is you.

Okay, so we think we found
the next clue in this fun, little game.

Ivanov mentioned this SVR unit,
being tortured and executed.

And that he was gonna do
the exact same thing to us.

So, I looked up SVR detention centres
connected to the unit number,

found on the dead agents' uniforms.

And this one right here,

was a front during
the Cold War for a submarine base.

And since, we know Ivanov has a submarine,
like all good Bond villains...

We're already en route to the base
in Krasnoyarsk Krai.

Let's assume the enemy knows
we're coming.

They've been baiting us this whole time.

We may face strong opposition,

trap doors, sharks with lasers, who knows?
It doesn't matter.

What matters is getting our people back,
so let's get ready.

We found where they're keeping
the Director and May.

Already en route to the location.

- We're going to save them.
- What if we can't?

What if May suffers from permanent
cognitive dysfunction,

or cerebral atrophy?

- Or she dies?
- Fitz.

We don't know the adverse effects
this could have on her brain.

I did it to her.

Aida, the Framework...

my fingerprints are all over
these murder weapons.

Mack was right.

Mack was right.

You do need to think about
the implications of the things you create.

But just because
someone uses your ideas for evil

does not make it your fault
for creating it in the first place.

You make things
from the genius of your mind

and the goodness of your heart
to help people.

Don't let Radcliffe's actions
corrupt that.

You are not responsible
for the twisted things he's done.

Wrongs have been committed.

Now we make them right... together.

You know, if Radcliffe is operating
out of this facility,

there may be some
Framework hardware there.

If I could tap into that directly, then...

maybe I could find the key
to shutting it down for good.

There he is.

Let's get to it already.

This is your last chance, Director,

to denounce S.H.I.E.L.D.
and all that it has done.

Now I ask you...

one last time.

Do you have any regrets?

I believe in Agent Coulson.

I believe in S.H.I.E.L.D.

Because for all its imperfections,

it strives to do the right thing,
to protect people.

You claim to fight for others,
for humanity.

I think you lost yours a long time ago.

And to answer your question,
I do have one regret.

That I don't have any superpowers
of my own, that I could use...

to kick your ass!

I can respect a man who stands
behind his true beliefs.

Misguided though they may be.

You know...

it is a shame we find ourselves

on opposite sides of the board
in this game.

But you are a pawn.

The pawn can only move forward.

Personally, I can overlook your sins.

But, my comrades...

Well, let's just say,
they are less forgiving than I am.

Communications room at sub-basement.

- Fitz, Simmons.
- On it.

Davis, you're with them.
The rest of us will fan out,

search this place top to bottom,
for Director Mace and Agent May.

Stay on comms. Be sharp.
Morales, you're with me.

Special Agent, Phillip J. Coulson.

I have waited a long time
for a face-to-face.

You know, most people
would've brought something nice.

Flowers.

Ah, humour is the last line
of defence you have left.

There is no one to stand behind.

No one left to protect you.

I don't know. I'm pretty capable
of protecting myself.

You have enhanced yourself, I'm sure.
I'd be a fool to expect anything else.

Enhanced humans,
aliens and their technology...

The deeper I dug, I found there was
one man at the centre of it all...

You.

I thought the mission came before the man.

Did you really think, I was gonna leave
your defenceless ass behind?

- Yes. Yes, I one hundred percent did.
- I let you sweat a little.

But... I didn't want to make
you wait around forever.

Let's get the hell out of here.

You were one of the SVR Agents
at the mining facility.

- That was your unit.
- Da.

And they were killed, for not retrieving
the object stolen from our soil.

When I looked for who did,
I found S.H.I.E.L.D.

And after years of looking
behind S.H.I.E.L.D., I found you.

That face.

The man there at the very beginning.

What a coincidence.

I'm sorry. I don't really have time
for all this, conspiracy-theorist crap.

I'm done playing games.
Where are May and Mace?

But play my games you will.

Did you really think, I would let you have
what it is you seek at the end?

- They're not even here, are they?
- Well, your pretend Inhuman director

is in the compound, but...

he may be dead
by the time you find him.

All of these things you've done,
all of the energy spent, the hatred.

And you know
what the funny thing about it is?

I have no idea who the hell you are.

I've been on hundreds
of missions in my time.

This one you're so upset about,
I was sent to retrieve an object.

If I'm being honest,
I don't even remember what it was.

As far as I'm concerned,

you're just another Redshirt
like so many others

who tried unsuccessfully,
to stop me from saving the world.

'Cause that's what I do.

So, cool origin story, bro...

but this means nothing to me.

She, on the other hand...

The top Watchdog himself.

I've been waiting a long time,
for a face-to-face.

I chased the Watchdogs, the funding,
the weapons, the EMP, the senator...

- it all leads back to you.
- Always nice to meet an admirer.

This isn't about admiration...
or forgiveness.

The butcher does not seek forgiveness
from the animals he slaughters.

- Have you ever read Animal Farm?
- Enough talk.

Not a fair fight, but...

I will fight it, regardless.

This can't be Radcliffe's Framework setup.
It's too low-tech.

Maybe we can still find
something useful anyway.

I'll copy any data I find in the system.

We should take some of this equipment
back to the base,

for further examination, as well.

Anything could be the key
we're searching for.

We have an Aida
sighting on the lower levels of the base.

Aida's here.

You do this, I'll find Aida.

What, you're gonna go take
on a killer android?

I'll take Davis.

- Concern only slightly lessened.
- Thanks.

We can't let her escape.
She could be the lead we're looking for.

All right. Just... be careful.

Davis, with me.

- You all right?
- Yeah. But I don't know about him.

He's breathing, but barely.

Jeffrey, where's May?
Where are they keeping her?

Come on.
We got to get him out of here.

I've been looking forward
to facing one of you, readying myself.

I strive for perfection.

- You are a genetic cheater.
- I'm not a cheater.

You're just playing by the old rules.

The game has changed.

Ivanov's down. Where is everybody?

- Anything?
- No luck.

We've been running all over
this place. It's a bloody labyrinth.

Pray we don't run into the Goblin King.

Can anyone hear me?
Has anyone spotted Aida?

Still no response.

Oh, no, no, no. The submarine.

She's escaping.

We're too late.

Well, I gathered what I could
from the communications room.

- Who knows what the others have found.
- Have you heard anything from them?

- I've been trying to reach them.
- Yeah, me too.

Comms have been wonky,
going in and out.

Jemma...

Director Mace!

- We've been trying to reach you.
- He needs medical attention.

We have to get him out of here.

Finally. I've been looking
for you guys everywhere.

- Where's May?
- She's not here.

They must have had her on the submarine.

Well, then we have to keep searching.
We...

- We're pulling out.
- But, sir...

We'll tend to our injured,
live to fight another day.

Storm front coming in.

You and I can just hunker down...
take all of this apart,

until we find something
that can help us get Agent May back,

yeah?

Jemma?

How long were we in that base?

Pardon?

The timetable of this mission
is bothering me.

Coulson says, he came straight
down to the submarine dock

after rescuing the Director.

And we heard the blast,
from Daisy's battle with Ivanov

long before she met up with us again.

What are you saying?

I'm saying, something doesn't feel right.
There's a stretch of time in there

that's unaccounted for when no one
was in contact.

Now you mention it...

...it was pitch-dark when we left.

It's the blast-door scanner system.

LMD detection?

- Yeah.
- What about it?

It was disabled.

Disabled?

Recently?

And the system report
was deleted from the record.

Why would someone do that?

- By who?
- Not sure.

Luckily, my level on the spectrum
of security means,

a copy of each report is sent
directly to my inbox.

The system was accessed by...

Coulson.

Coulson?

What would he want to keep from us?

Fitz.

- This has to be a mistake.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait, wait.

Look, you said it yourself...

we were in there for a while.

We were separated from them
the whole time.

Aida was seen at the base, and...

- tanks of gas. What kind of gas?
- They left a trail of clues.

They wanted to find Coulson.

And while we were downstairs...

They switched people out.

How many?

All of them.

Scans indicate low levels
of life function.

Good.

The plan worked.

We have replaced the top operatives,
at S.H.I.E.L.D.

Now the next phase begins.

And you will be integral to that.

You have not yet served your purpose.

Even filth has a purpose.

- Say it.
- No.

- Say it.
- I already did.

Yeah, but I'm not tired of hearing it yet.

- Thank you for saving my ass back there.
- You're welcome.

All in all, I guess I could've
asked for a worse assignment.

Wait. Asked?

So, you asked for this mission, huh?

Busted!

Didn't want the weekend free...

for quality time
with random civilian number 14?

- Ugh.
- "Ugh"?

Wow.
You must really like this guy.

Maybe, I'm tired of dating civilians.

Well...

maybe if it doesn't work out
with this one...

you and I can talk about that...

over a drink.

Chances are high.

This guy is really not my type.

- Already start asking questions?
- Oh, yeah. He's a shrink.

Yeesh.

Well, let me know if it goes horribly.

Here's hoping.

Keep your eyes on the road.

Phil?

We've waited around forever.

I think that's long enough.