All language subtitles for S05_E01_Orientation_Part_1_SDH

Coulson: Previously on
marvel's agents of S.H.I.E.L.D...

We were all in the framework together.

We all lost ourselves in there.

Fitz: No, this is my fault.
Aida, the lmds, all the deaths.

Those aren't on s. H. I. E.L.D.
Those are on me.

If there's a price to pay,
we pay it together.

Simmons: Amen.

Anybody else hungry?

I'm not saying we're definitely gonna get
locked up, but if we are,

wouldn't mind grabbing a bite
to eat first.

(Electricity crackles, powers down)

- (Door opens)
- (Guns cocks)

- Phillip j. Coulson.
- Yep.

(Device powers on)

The window closes
in less than two minutes. Take them.

(Upbeat music playing)

(Guns cock)

(Dog barks in distance)

(Electricity powers down)

(Guns cock)

(Door closing)

Haven't done one of these in a while.

You?

My wife thinks I'm at a friend's house
for our fantasy draft.

Doesn't even occur to her
that we're in the middle of the season.

- Doesn't even occur to her.
- (Door opening)

We left one sitting at the counter, sir.

Yeah. Not on the list.

(Clinking)

(Electricity crackles)

Silas: And the coat pockets.
Clean it up, please.

Watch the clock.

The moment is fast approaching,
everybody.

(Rumbling)

(All gasp)

Coulson: Is everyone all right?

Mack: Yeah, I think so.

(Rumbling)

- (Grunts)
- (Screaming)

(Alarm blaring)

(Grunting)

Virgil: Are you out of your skull?

What the hell are you doing,
blowing the damn window?

Jones: It's called improvisation.

Virgil: You suicidal?
Do you want to be a vacancy?

Jones: I couldn't see another way
to kill that thing.

We're safe now, okay? Quit howling.

The other guy I hired isn't safe.
He's frozen in the vacuum of space.

Yeah, well, I'll take his cut too.

Relax. You can keep his rations.

- Coulson: Hi.
- Jones: What in the hell?

Don't shoot. Thanks.

Oh, my god.

My god, you're here.

That I'm slowly figuring out. Sorry,
I... I think I might be a little confused.

Disoriented, of course.
It's quite a journey.

I didn't know how you travelled here,
but I knew it wasn't gonna be first class.

You're here. Agent Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D.
you've come to save us.

Yeah, just to clarify, where is here,
who is us and from what?

(Creature shrieking)

(Grunts) Move! Let's go!

- Is this the whole shipment, Virgil?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

- Jones: Go!
- Virgil: Where are the others? Wait!

Where are the others? You weren't
the only one to travel through, were you?

I don't think so. Um. I'm sorry,
what was that?

The gravitational flux must've messed
with your entry.

We got to wait for the rest of them, okay?

You'll have to triple my tokens
to get me to stay a minute longer.

One of those roaches gets us,
you'll pay me to shoot you in the head.

- (Creatu re shrieks)
- (Jones grunting)

(Screaming)

(Grunts, pants)

Get back, get back! Stay back. Shh!

All right, all right, that's enough.

Can we... I'd like to know,
if you don't mind,

- what is happening here, please.
- Okay. Yeah. Sorry.

I... I didn't know how much you would know
about our current situation coming in.

Zero! Walk me through it like I'm a child,
like I'm a foreign child.

What was that thing?

Right. Right. That was a vrellnexian.
We call them roaches.

They can surf gravity storms

so they'd be able to breach
a few years back.

This level's been sealed up
ever since then.

- It's my first time here.
- And who are you?

Right, sorry. Stupid me.
My name is Virgil.

I'm the greeting party and a fan.

Great to have a name, Virgil,
but looking for big picture here.

- I mean, who are you?
- I'm one of the true believers.

Believers in what?

In you.

- (Grunts)
- (Body thuds)

Mack!

You okay? What the hell is going on?

I was about to find out.

Oh, my bad. I see a dirty-looking dude
hovering over you

with a crazy-looking gun.
I acted on impulse.

Where'd that rock send us?

Well, I don't have many details,
but I do know we're in space.

Yeah, that makes sense.
That's the one thing we haven't done yet.

(Sighs)
All right, so, where's everyone else?

(Yo-yo grunts)

(Muffled female voice) Wait. Yo...

- Simmons: No, yo-yo, wait! It's me.
- Simmons?

What on earth were you...
I'm lucky there were no knives.

What the hell were you doing
with that mask,

trying to give me a heart attack?

Well, I wasn't sure
the air was safe in here.

They were trying to get out.
I thought maybe it was for air

when I saw this mask on the ground,
but I guess not.

(Grunts)

Do you really...
Is that the smartest thing?

They're already dead. There's nothing
to be scared of.

No. Of course not.

Oh, that looks like momia juanita
from the in...

The incan mummies, yeah.

These people have been dead
for a long while, but...

Their bodies seem absent
all interstitial fluid. It's completely...

Dehydrated them, preserving them.

Dehydrated how? Frozen?

No.

Drained.

Oh. "They're already dead.
There's nothing to be scared of."

- Really? What sucks a human dry?
- Mack: Aliens.

Mack.

(Speaks Spanish)

I'm happy to see you too,
but I'm not happy you're here.

- Aliens.
- Yep.

Coulson's 99 percent sure we're in space.

(Sighs) Not again.

All right. Any idea which part
of space we're in?

Uh... outer?

- And you saw an alien?
- No. We saw what they can do.

So we have no idea what kind of creature
these people are trying to get away from.

Question I'm asking is,
who locked them in?

(Water dripping)

- (Whooshing)
- (May gasps)

(Screams)

(May pants)

(Groans)

(Rattling)

(Creature shrieking)

'Cause this wasn't fun enough.

(Groaning)

(Groans)

(Grunts)

- It's stupid. Just stupid.
- All right. I get it.

Look, I'm just saying, what good is it
having a state-of—the-art robotic hand

if you don't have it on you
when you're kidnapped by martians?

Looks like he's got both hands to me.

That's his civvy hand.

It's just a prosthetic
without all the cool doodads.

Maybe, it should've been a hook.
At least you can stab things with a hook.

- Thought I was gonna be arrested.
- Yo-yo: So, wait,

that one doesn't have the blowtorch

- or the laser gun or anything?
- First of all, I'm not inspector gadget.

And second of all, the authorities
would've confiscated it.

Prison's bad enough without being down
an appendage.

First rule of boy scouts is,
always come prepared.

How were we supposed to prepare for this,
mack?

I don't know.

I mean, we got to be prepared
for everything, apparently.

Look, not a day ago, I was trapped inside
a computer-generated mind prison,

and now... you know what?
You know, Coulson? I'm out. I'm out.

We get through this, I am packing it in.

- Sorry, mack. You already quit years ago.
- Yeah, well, I didn't quit hard enough.

Look, I am not comfortable at the pace
at which we deal

with new trials and tribulations.

Believe it or not, mack,
this isn't new for me.

I've been hurled through space
by a monolith before.

Best we can do is keep our heads
and apply the scientific method.

Coulson: That's right. Learn what we can
about our circumstances.

So, are these people human?

Humanoid, at least. Means we aren't
the first ones here. That's good.

Is it? We don't exactly want to follow
in their footsteps.

They've got no ids.
Fury never said anything

about deep-space outposts
being developed, did he?

There was nothing like this
in his black box.

So, wait, S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't have
a space division

called s.P.E.A.R. Or something?

Really? I always thought you guys had
people hiding on the moon.

Hey! Wake up!

Geez, mack, how hard did you hit him?

What do you mean?
As hard as I possibly could.

Look, I don't half-hit people.
It's a punch.

- That's why it's called a punch.
- What did he say before that?

He said that we were coming here
to serve a purpose.

- As food?
- No.

He said we were here to save them.
Any idea what that is?

Simmons: No.

Coulson: Here we go.

Well...

- Looks like he's from earth.
- Or he ate someone from earth.

So, it is a human outpost.

Yeah, and of course it's being overrun
by creatures that suck out your innards.

I should've been a fireman.

(Spanner clanks)

(Grunts)

(Clattering)

(Yells)

(Banging on door)

(Breath es h eavily)

(Banging)

(May groans)

(Screams)

(Banging continues)

Hey. Hey. Uh... how long have I been out?

We can't... we can't linger here.

Yeah, sorry. Mack thought you were
an imminent threat.

(Gasps)

Alphonso "mack" MacKenzie.

Oh, it's good to meet you.

- How do you know me?
- Oh, I know all of you.

Yo-yo Rodriguez.
Is it okay if I call you yo-yo?

-Okay.

(Chuckles)

Jemma Simmons, biochemistry.

I'm sorry Fitz didn't get to make
the trip, but he is thinking of you.

Hey! How do you know us?

I've been studying you for years,
your history. I mean, I always believed.

I mean, I had moments, but they...

They tried to take that last bit away
from me,

but I always believed
the stories were true.

What stories?

This one, that you would...
You would come.

To save you, Virgil, from those aliens
that were attacking?

No, those... no. The... the roaches are
an anomaly, a glitch in the plan.

Don't be crazy.
You're not here to save me.

Who, then?

Humanity.

I'm sorry. This is a lot to dump
on your plate, but...

How do you eat an elephant, right?
(Chuckles)

This will make a lot more sense,

- once I show you... (Gasps)
- (Vrellnexian shrieks)

Got to let that guy finish his sentence.

(Shrieks)

Coulson: Go. Go!

Yo-yo: Go.

(Vrelln exian sh ri eks)

(Shrieks)

(Groaning)

(Gun clicks)

(Shrieks)

Right?

Yes, that was right, and not the only one.

(Door creaks)

(Body sliding)

(Air hisses)

(Grunts)

(Knife scraping)

(Exhales)

(Grunts)

I've been looking for you.

(Groans)

(Pants)

(Grunts)

(Screams)

You know, I didn't want to hurt you,
but the idea is starting to grow on me.

(Both grunt)

- I deserve better than this.
- Tell that to the corpses.

(Metal clatters)

(Both grunt)

(Device charging)

- (Energy powers down)
- (May groans)

Damn.

(May groans)

I was not prepared for that,
I got to admit.

You pack a big punch
for such a small package.

I got to read the fine print next time.

(Sighs)

I hate wasting the charge on that thing.

And honestly, I wasn't trying to hurt you,

but you had a lead pipe at the ready,
and I can't... (Grunts)

(Both pant)

Okay. I guess we'll stick
with the first impression.

I don't know what you did to these people
or why I was dragged here, but...

(Muffled shouting)

Save it. The less I know, the better.

So, is there anything you want to fill us
in on, Coulson? 'Cause now's the time.

- You know what I know.
- This doesn't have anything to do

with the little bargain that you made
with the ghost rider?

Yeah, that thing doesn't ride for free.
There has to be some price.

Nope. This is all new to me.
Sorry. It's... that's just the reality.

Well, maybe this isn't reality.

Maybe someone put us back in the framework
and this is a simulation.

Please, we have to shut up about that.

- (Indistinct chatter)
- Coulson: Oh, my god,

if I even think about that,
my brain will explode.

Again, let's not just postulate.
Let's apply scientific principles

and consider the evidence we have.

Look, this is magic, okay? Can we all
agree there's some magic at play?

Magic is just science
we don't understand yet.

Ah, please. We just got zapped
through space by stonehenge,

and we're trying to rule out involvement
of a flame-headed demon from east la?

Science, my ass. Now let me see that gun.
Maybe I can try to get it working.

Fitz would agree,
but apparently, he didn't get taken.

No. At least he wasn't in the room
with the monolith.

I was the last to go through.
I saw it all.

Well, that's some relief.

He's safe from this,
better off than we are.

- Yeah. You okay?
- Fine.

What, do you think he isn't better off?
He has to be.

- No, that's not what I'm saying.
- Or that he did something drastic?

He wouldn't do that.
He was right there with us at the diner.

No, I'm not saying any of that. It's just
you guys are constantly torn apart.

Cursed, as he would say.
Well, I'm not afraid that he isn't here.

I'm thrilled. He's no doubt
working this problem,

probably trying to get a message
to us right now.

Better for everyone he isn't here.

Yeah, well, may did get pulled through.
I saw it. So we should find her.

We should split up.

- Mack: Aw, hell, no. No, no.
- Yo-yo: Yeah...

We are sticking together 100 percent.
Haven't you ever seen an alien movie?

Mack, it's the best way to cover
the most ground.

Okay, you see, you see, that's exactly
what they say

before they get picked off one by one,
and you know who the first one will be.

It's your call, boss.

Coulson: This has to be the coolest
we've ever looked.

(Door thuds)

(May pants)

(Grunts)

Man: That should keep the roaches away
for a while.

Smell drives them nuts, I think.

But you kick me again, and I'm gonna
leave you to be their dessert.

Now this is gonna hurt like hell, but...

It's better than the other way
we can do it.

(May grunts)

I don't know where you flushed out of,

but in this sector, you can't go 10 feet
without a metric.

(Grunts)

Hey. Don't move. One inch the wrong way,
and you're a vacancy.

(Muffled scream)

- (Blade slashes)
- (Grunts)

(Muffled scream)

Yo-yo, you want to scout up ahead?

(Whooshing)

All clear for now.

Seems like it's just a lot of work
just to keep this place afloat.

But it's designed for humans to survive,
atmosphere and simulated gravity

and the machinery seemed to be
for reclaiming water, I think.

Yeah, it looks man-made.

Could possibly be a colony?
Moving mankind to the stars?

Maybe that's what Virgil meant
by "humanity."

I don't know. That plasma gun
wasn't man-made,

and I don't think they could've built
this place without some outside help.

- Got some serious miles on it.
- Decades by the looks of it.

Means this program would've had to have
been started back in the, what,

'80s with Howard stark?
That doesn't feel right.

Yo-yo found something.

(Thud)

(Sighs)

Nothing.

Nothing alive.

Hey.

They didn't get to her, did they?

May would've put up a fight.
And they left the other bodies here.

Daisy: "Water reclamation."

You were right, Jemma.

I figured it out using magic.

(Console beeps)

We can try and find a layout
and track may.

It's in English. They're tracking
debris fields called "frozen oceans."

- (Typing)
- (Computer beeping)

They're collecting water from ice
in space. This is a colony.

Which means unless they all came through
a monolith...

Then we're close enough to earth
for people to travel here.

- And we can get home.
- Yes, but just as important,

collecting ice means they have
a spacecraft,

and if they have a spacecraft,
they must have

a laser-based rapid-transmission system.

If we can find the ship and fly above
the debris field...

We can send a message.

We can send a message to Fitz
back on earth.

Okay, okay, so if I can find a layout,
find a ship, find may, it's a start.

This interface looks similar to...

- (Monitor beeps)
- (Coulson sighs)

Coulson, do you recognise this language?

No.

I don't think humans are running
this place after all.

(Thud on door)

(Thud) (Groans)

Mack? Yo-yo?

(In kree)

Hey.

What are you gonna do with our friends?

Whatever we want.

Experiment. They knew the rule
and they broke it.

They're not gonna make it easy for you.

No. They'll beg for their lives
as you humans always do.

I've done 22 rotations
and I have never observed anything else.

(Mack sighs)

It's great to get some alone time
with you, but...

I really wish you had run away
with your super-speed instead.

Yeah, you forget I snap back
to where I started.

Sometimes it's very useful,
but other times, it's super annoying.

(Door opening)

You speak English?

Of course.

Mack: Let her go.

She didn't do anything.

(Groans)

(Grunts)

I said we speak English.
That doesn't mean I want to hear it.

(In Spanish)

- (Grunts)
- (Chains rattle)

Okay. New theory.

The kree have been abducting humans
to this outpost for years.

Running experiments?

Well, their genetic work
in creating inhumans is well-known.

Maybe they're doing more of the same.

Yeah, well, I'm not gonna wait around
to find out. So...

(Door beeps)

May.

Buddy!
(Whispers) Just go with it.

(In normal voice)
I've been looking everywhere for you guys.

Man, what a mess back there, huh?

These poor suckers.
Virgil... you know, from r&r?

He was trying to scam these guys out
of some tokens.

This one came running to me
begging for help, the poor thing.

When I get my hands on that no-good louse,
he's gonna have some explaining to do.

- So where is Virgil, anyway?
- He's dead.

Good.

Good. Got what he deserved then,
didn't he?

For trying to drag these poor transfers

up from processing into the wet works
just to steal their metrics.

So, he's just roach food then, huh?

Oh, yeah.

- One more vacancy, right?
- That's what I was gonna say.

(Stutters) Guys, what did I say
about trusting Virgil, huh?

We went over this. What did I say?

- Don't trust Virgil.
- Not to trust him.

God, you repeated it back to me,
and we said back...

It was like a pass-and-catch thing.

Look, I really appreciate your help
with these guys,

but I can take them off your hands,

and then I'll slip you a few extra tokens
for your trouble.

Listen, I'll be... I'll be honest
with you, man to... more than a man.

If I don't get these guys back
to processing at warp speed,

I am gonna be in some pretty hot water.
So I know it's not ideal, but...

Look, if you...

If you come by the gallery
for an hour or two...

I'll make it worth your while, all right?

All good, gang. So, single file.

- (Grunts)
- (Chains rattle)

(Mack groans)

(In Spanish)

- (Grunts)
- (Speaks in kree)

We'll spare you...

To provide us greater satisfaction
than killing you would bring.

(Gas hissing)

(Grunts)

She'll pay that price for you.

- Stop! Stop! No! No!
- (Yo-yo screams)

- You good?
- Banged up, but okay.

We in space?

- That's affirmative.
- Copy that.

What the hell happened to Virgil?
The roaches get him?

Sorry to say. Was he a friend?

Acquaintance. He owed me a ton of tokens
for this job.

Job?

All he said was that he wanted to hide
some people. That's not unheard of.

So, I was hired to supply the metrics
and swap them out,

but you guys don't even have metrics,
which means that you don't have the tokens

to cover Virgil's end, so have fun.

Hey, wait, wait. We need your help.

We need to find our friends.

Your friends?

Your friends attacked a kreeper.
They're as good as gone.

Those blues are bred to kill
so you just...

- You make your peace with it.
- Coulson: We'll take our chances.

Listen, if you could help us find them
and then get to the spacecraft...

You mean the trawler? To do what?

The only pilot I knew was Virgil,
may he rest in peace, apparently.

So best of luck to all you guys,
but mine's running out.

You got a name?

(Sighs) Deke.

Well, deke, we just wanted pie,

and now we don't know where we are
or what's going on,

and we finally found someone who does,
so you're not walking away.

(Yo-yo screaming)

- (Energy powers up)
- (Grunts)

- Where's the trawler?
- (Deke breathes heavily)

Take a lift down to level nine.
You can't miss it.

May, take Simmons. Get that spacecraft
in the air. Send out the signal.

Daisy and I will find mack and yo-yo.

- No, no, wait. You stay here.
- What?

I've got two good fighters down there once
I get the restraints off. I'll be fine.

We can't lose our leader again.
We need answers.

You want me to stay here
and grill this guy?

Find out where the hell
and what the hell... sir.

Good plan.

What do the kree want with us, deke?

All they ever want...

Submission.

- How many kree live here?
- Too many.

Think about it.

The kree have been studying humans
for years, moving here in large numbers.

Kree who were bred to kill.

Bred to kill and living
within striking distance of earth.

This isn't an outpost, may.

It's a staging ground.

They're planning an invasion.

(Yo-yo screaming)

(In kree)

(Energy powers down)

What do you mean "submission"?
Are the kree planning some sort of attack?

- Attack on whom exactly?
- Humans.

Why would they do that?

- (Yo-yo screams)
- Mack: Stop!

Please! I'll do anything! Just stop!

Quiet, or we'll change our minds
about you.

(Rumbling) (Grunts)

(Rumbling)

(Mack grunts)

(Grunts)

(Pants)

Simmons: Can you start her up?

- (Grunts)
- (Inhales sharply)

That's the ignition port, I think,
but, uh, we obviously don't have the key.

What are the chances of them
leaving it in here? Wait.

(Spaceship powers up)

(Console beeps)

(Simmons sighs)

Well, that worked out.

Have you ever flown a spaceship?

You know the answer to that question.

(Console beeps)

I... have no words.

Don't need them.

So, then why did the kree build
this place?

They didn't build the bunker. Humans did.

Why don't you know these things?

Even in waste processing,
they know the history...

You're not from processing, are you?

No. I was enjoying a meal and then
I was taken and zapped to this place.

- I'm from earth.
- Yeah, well,

that would be the one thing
that I do know, wing nut.

- But from where? What area?
- Manitowoc, Wisconsin.

Are you high on something?
Can I have some?

(Grunting)

(Chains rattle)

- (Thud)
- (Mack grunts)

(Axe swishes)

(Rumbling)

(Both pant)

You okay?

Thought you were gonna lose these
for a second there.

I was starting to picture myself
with two hooks.

Wait. Wait.

(Typing)

Yeah, help me get him up.
We can gain access now,

maybe talk to the trawler ship,
find their location.

- (Console beeps)
- (May sighs)

We need to get up off this debris field
if we want a clear signal.

Yeah, if I can figure out how to send one.

I mean, the good news is,
I recognise some of these constellations,

so we're... we're at least
in our own galaxy.

(Sighs)

That doesn't make sense.

How long ago did they build this place
and when did you first come here?

I don't know. They built it
90-some-odd years ago, minimum.

But I... what do you mean come here?
I was born here.

Que pasa, mack?

These... these filtration systems,

they weren't designed for this.
They've been repurposed.

Yeah, I feel like this machine's out
of its element, too.

I found the coordinates to this place,

but it's listing our location
in longitude and latitude.

The postcard.

Ninety years ago?
That... that's impossible.

The tech in here couldn't have been
developed in the '205.

Wait.

No metrics, no scars...

Wisconsin, pie.

Tell me again about when you were taken?

We were... we were sitting
in our favourite diner

- just off Columbus drive.
- Not... not where.

When?

What year?

That monolith was different, wasn't it?

We didn't travel through space.

Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

I know, may.

I recognise all of these constellations.

I meant that.

No reason to send a message back to earth.

We're already here.