All language subtitles for S05_E05_Rewind_SDH

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

- Daisy.
- She's not gonna get away with this.

That wasn't Daisy.
That was a life model decoy.

The good news is Talbot is alive.
He's in a coma.

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

wouldn't mind grabbing a bite
to eat first.

Take them.

- We left one sitting at the counter, sir.
- Not on the list.

Simmons: We came through a gateway,
some sort of temporal shift.

Fitz didn't get taken.

Simmons:
He's no doubt working this problem,

probably trying to get a message
to us right now.

(Country music playing)

(Indistinct chatter)

You're not eating.

Yeah, no. Not really hungry.

You know, I think this is the first time

we've all been together
in a really long time.

- Waitress: Anybody have room for some pie?
- (All murmuring)

Okay, so we have apple, strawberry,
rhubarb, and chocolate banana cream.

(Electricity powers down)

(Electricity powers up)

- Here we go.
- (Door opens)

(Guns cock)

- Phillip j. Coulson.
- Yep, that's me.

You got us. Nice work.

And congrats
on the whole power-outage thing.

- That was very ominous.
- This is my fault.

- I'm gonna take full responsibility.
- (High pitched ringing)

- (Sirens wailing)
- Jemma?

- (Door slams open)
- Hands in the air! Don't move!

(Sirens wailing)

Where are the other six?

Where are they? Where'd they go?

I don't... know.

- Take him.
- Wait. No.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, let go.
Wait! Just wait!

I didn't do anything!
Something happened here! It wasn't me!

I need to find them! (Shouts)

It. Evans: Footage from
the damaged security camera confirms

you all walked in together at 8:54 pm.

But at 9:47, when we arrived,

you were the only one there.

How'd they get out?
Where'd they go?

Fitz: I don't know.

Okay. So, you're saying
it wasn't on the security camera?

They conveniently blacked out
just over two minutes before we arrived.

What happened during those two minutes?

I swear I'm telling you the truth.
I don't know.

Do you like bendeery English ale?

- What?
- Security cameras captured

a bendeery truck parked just in front
of the diner before we arrived.

Then it just... disappeared...

- Like your friends.
- (Rattling)

It. Evans: We've...
We've read your dossier, Fitz.

- It's impressive.
- The big bad brain of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Did you help them escape

with some kind of new S.H.I.E.L.D.
technology?

- How did you know we were coming?
- I didn't!

There was no crystal ball or...
Or "beam me up, Scotty."

I don't know how they got away.

(Sighs) I have a theory.

You did it.

You drugged our food or, uh,
used some kind of gas,

and now you have them in rooms
just like this one,

and you're messing with their mind
like you're messing with mine.

So why don't you tell me...

Where the hell are they?

Oh, come on.

(Shouts) Who the hell is in charge here?

- (Door closing)
- Well, it's not general Talbot,

since agent Johnson put a bullet
in his head.

That wasn't her. That was...
That was an lmd.

(Chuckles) Oh, right.

Alibis by Asimov, huh?
Blame it on the robot.

- No, that's true.
- (Chair scrapes)

If it is, it was built and programmed
by S.H.I.E.L.D.

It was built by an Android called aida...

And it answered to her...

It.

Is that the one that killed
dr Holden Radcliffe?

- Yes.
- And Jeffrey mace?

No, I'm responsible for that death.

Okay?

I'm telling you the truth,
I'm responsible.

Is that why they left you behind?
For you to take the blame, huh?

No, they wouldn't leave me.

They wouldn't...

(Sighs)

I'm done.

You're done when I say you're done.

And if you don't cooperate,
you're gonna be here for a very long time.

Do you understand?

(Handcuffs click)

(Door closing)

(Door locks)

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

- (Door opening)
- Soldier: Time to get up.

On your feet! Get up.

(Grunts)

Lucas: Where is Phil Coulson?

Fitz: I don't know.

Lucas: Where is Daisy Johnson?

I don't know.

Where is Jemma Simmons?

I wish I knew.

I wish I knew, 'cause as much
as you want to find them

and bring them to justice,

I want to find them so I know
that they're okay.

I am more than happy to pay for my sins,

but I honestly do not know
where they are...

Or what happened to them.

(Device beeps)

I swear I will do anything I can
to help you find them.

If you let me.

- He's telling the truth.
- Or he beat the machine.

I don't think so.
I want him to fry as much as anyone,

but he's the smartest guy
we've ever had in here.

Maybe we should let his brain work for us,

- help us solve this thing.
- What does he need?

- Papers, pens, books.
- And a TV.

To watch soccer.

Make sure that's all he watches.

(Indistinct football commentary)

(Murmuring)

(Crowd cheering on TV)

(Switch clicks)

(Grunting)

- Fitz: What are you doing?
- (Cheering continues)

(Door opening)

It. Evans: So, what do you have
for us this morning?

I told you about my experience
in the framework.

Yes. It seems very traumatic.

And I did suffer previous brain trauma,
which may have been exacerbated.

I may have suffered
from prodromal schizophrenia.

So, it's possible I did something
to them...

Or, uh, I helped them escape, or...

Something worse...

And blocked the memory.

It. Evans: We interviewed everyone there,
Fitz.

They all had the same two-minute lapse
in memory.

It wasn't you.

Okay.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

There was something else, actually.
There was, um...

A high-pitched, uh...

Books.
I'm gonna need more books.

Books on, uh, Sonic frequencies,
sound waves...

Get us a list. We'll get them.

And there's something else.

Would you be able to post this?

Worst keeper I've ever seen in my life.

It. Evans: It's a letter
to a soccer fanzine.

The least offensive part
is when he calls the goalkeeper

a cro-magnon twit.

Redact his name.
Have it analysed by our code-breakers.

It'll keep him happy.

His intel on Radcliffe's base panned out,
so, he's helping us...

And he's our only chance
at finding the others.

(Crowd chanting on TV)

(Breath es h eavily)

(Indistinct commentary on TV)

(Whispers indistinctly)

(Breath es h eavily)

(Crowd cheering on TV)

What are you doing? What are you doing?

That's a free kick!
(Shouts indistinctly)

(Thud)

(Breath es h eavily)

(Door unlocks)

(Door closing)

(Whispers indistinctly)

(Grunts)

(Sighs)

It. Evans: In six months,
you haven't brought us

a single plausible theory.

I know. I know.
And I've been racking my brains...

But...

- I think...
- No more thinking.

You're out of time. We want an answer.

Okay.
I have one. I know what happened.

By all means. Enlighten us.

They were abducted by aliens.

(Scoffs)

Hale: All right, that's it.

We're done with you.

No more books, no more television.
You've wasted our time.

You're gonna grow old
and die alone in that cell.

(Mobile phone rings, beeps)

What?

Here? How?

Man: Hey, you can't go in there
without authorisation.

Your attorney is here.

Get those cuffs off my client
and get the hell out of here.

They printed my letters
in the last six issues

- of ballbuster hooligans.
- And how many copies do you think

are available in Bangladesh? None.

As in zero.

Soon as I heard you were missing,
I got hold of some.

Where do you get off on calling liverpool
a bunch of wankers?

Well, if you never win anything,
then how do...

Well, at least we're not trying
to buy our way back to glory.

Hey. Do not talk crap about man u.

Me talking crap?
Your letters were nothing but crap.

All that stuff about the...
How many European cups have you won?

Well, got your attention, didn't it?

Finally. After six months!

Well, maybe I should've
just thrown them out and left you here.

- I missed you.
- You, too, mate.

- Lance: (Sniffles) It's good to see you.
- Mm-hm.

Okay. There... there'll be times
for more hugs later.

- Okay. Okay.
- (Sniffles)

(Sighs)

Hey, uh...

- Where are we?
- You're in a secure military installation.

One of those "doesn't exist" places.

But the law's the law,
so, they had to let me in.

(Sighs) Okay.

Well, at least you gave me enough time
to come up with a good escape plan.

- (Beeping)
- So, it's a mechanism

that, um, I can slowly assemble,
but I'm gonna need you

to smuggle it in piece by piece, um...

So, if... if you could visit
three times a week for a month,

then, uh, then I should have
everything I need.

- What are you doing?
- I'm gonna need you to move

two meters to your left.

Mm-hmm. And come fonnard.

- There we go.
- (Watch beeps)

- (Explosion)
- (Fitz grunts)

What the bloody hell?

Your coded message didn't have
an escape plan,

so I had to come up with one of my own.
Come on. Let's go.

There's our way out!

(Helicopter blades whirring)

- Who's flying it?
- Rusty.

The best getaway pilot money can buy.

(Explosion)

Well... the best getaway pilot
my money could buy.

Please tell me your escape plan involves
an actual escape.

-He was supposed to draw their attention,
-(Alarm blaring)

Lead them on a wild goose chase
up in the air,

while we were getting away on the ground.

Well, he's definitely got their attention.

Come on.

(Alarm continues blaring)

Wait.

That piece ofjunk is our ride?

Yeah, it's rusty's, god bless his cold,
black soul.

And...

(Pants) ...It's the last thing
they'll be looking for.

The last thing they'll be thinking
is that two ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agents

would be stupid enough to try and escape
in this whale.

- Apparently, we are.
- (Lance sighs)

There you go.

(Exhales)

Your phone.

You're welcome.

Now, rusty kitted this thing out
with all sorts of bells and whistles.

- (Engine splutters)
- Is one of those bells and engine?

- (Engine starts)
- (Sighs) There we go.

(Engine backfires)

See? It's even got cloaking.

(Engine splutters)

How the hell did he contact an attorney

without any outside communication?

- He mailed some letters.
- We mailed them.

Rants to a magazine.

I had them analysed and cleared.
There was nothing there.

Well, obviously, there was.
Analyse them again.

If you crack the code,
you find out who he's talking to.

We checked all the surveillance footage
within a two-mile radius.

Everything checks out except this.

Are they the idiots, or are we?

It. Evans:
They won't get far in that thing.

Well, if you find them, don't engage.
They could lead us to the others.

Lance: Just his head set on fire?
Nothing else?

Um... no.

That's the strangest thing
I've ever heard.

Except for the sexy robot that you made
that became human

and wanted you to stick the old floppy
into her love drive.

Can we not talk about this, please?

Copy that. Message received.

Well, my life has been perfectly boring
by comparison.

Mercenary work,

working with unscrupulous dirt-bags
like rusty.

- How are things with Bobbi?
- Good. Yeah.

We're 100 percent compatible...

Fifty percent of the time.

Nearly got married again.

Until the ninjas showed up.

So, you are together?

Together forever, just...

Doing our own thing.

Distance is our saviour.

How about you and Simmons?

Did you find a way to work that out?

Distance is our curse.

So, how are we gonna find her?

(Sighs) Okay. Um...
The only real clue we have

is a bendeery English ale truck.

Chasing a beer truck. I like this plan.

Do we get to plunder it when we find it?

No, it vanished. I need a way to find it.

Then you, my friend, are in the right rv.

Among rusty's more useful traits,

piloting being henceforth removed
from that list...

Is that he was paranoid as balls.
A die-hard conspiracy theorist

who liked to spy on anyone he thought was
spying on him, which was everyone.

So...

He can tap into surveillance.

- Yep.
- Where is it?

At the back,
beyond the Margarita machine

and the ferret cages.

(Ferret screeches)

(Tyres screech)

(Ferret screeches)

(Ferret squeaks)

Oh, that's plenty of bells and whistles.
Thank you, rusty.

(Birds chirping)

(Beeping)

There it is.

So, the truck arrived at the diner
just before they vanished.

- (Slu rps)
- Look. That's them.

There's... ten of them.

Who's that?

- (Monitor statics)
- (Typing)

All the surveillance cameras
within a two-mile radius

went dark for those two minutes.

How is that possible?

- Where are you going?
- (Monitor beeps)

There it is.

Fitz: No, that's a postal truck.

(Typing)

- (Monitor beeps)
- Lance: There?

- (Monitor beeps)
- Fitz: No.

Why can you never find a beer truck
when you need one?

(Slurps)

Unless...

- (Typing)
- (Monitor beeping)

- (Scanning)
- (Beeping)

Ruddy bloody hell.

- (Slu rps)
- Got you now.

I've been expecting you.

What? Wait.

No. We're here to surprise you,
so, act surprised.

There's no need for violence.

You were at the diner.

I saw you. You put them in your truck,
and you brought them here.

- Where are they?
- Two zero nine one.

Earth year. Two zero nine one.

(Typing)

Lance: Why do I get the feeling
there's a kill room in the basement?

(Monitor beeps)

Where is this? What's happening?

No.

(Sighs)

- Who the hell are you?
- I was sent here 30,000 years ago

to observe and record the evolution
of your species.

What you would call an anthropologist.

My earth name is Enoch.

I am a sentient chronicom
from a planet which revolves around a star

in the constellation you know as cygnus.

Yeah. We'll just go with "Enoch."

Why?
Why did you send them through that thing?

To fulfil a prophesy.

This speaks of the future.

- They were needed there.
- (Lance sighs)

Look, there's only so much crazy talk
I can take

before I start shooting holes in it.

Why didn't you take me?

You weren't part of the seer's prophecy,
mr Fitz.

You don't seriously believe all this,
do you?

A prophecy and a monolith
that sends you through time?

Send me through to them.

The stone can only be activated
from the other end.

I only knew when it would open.
I have no knowledge of who opened it.

Somebody does.

The, uh... the seer?

- Let's start there. Take me.
- I don't think it's wise.

You don't think...

(Gun cocks)

You are going to take me
to whoever or whatever this seer is,

or your future ends now.

(Indistinct chatter)

Enoch: I am trying to help, mr Fitz.

You did not need to threaten me.

Sorry.

I'm just worried about my friends.

So, who is it?

There.

Search every room. They were here.
I want to know why.

- Soldier: Clear.
- What the hell?

Stay on the rv,
but keep your distance and do not engage.

We want to know where they're going.

Lucas: What do you make of all this?

It. Evans: I have no idea.

Hi, Enoch.

Hello, Polly.

I know you. You're Polly hinton.

Do I know you?

I'm with S.H.I.E.L.D. can I...

You must be Robin.

I'm Fitz.

I'm friends with Daisy.

Lucas: What are we dealing with here?

- Is there a kid's room in this house?
- No.

Single male, lives alone.

That magic crystal ball
we were theorising about,

it's real, but it's not S.H.I.E.L.D. tech.

It's a child.

Lance: So, she's the seer?

You are a very good artist.

Can I have a look?

This is prophecy?

She's been very active lately.

What is that?
What are these... what are these symbols?

Enoch: An ancient language
from another galaxy.

Never known to anyone on earth.

Until her.

Lance: The quiet type, eh?

Wish you could teach Bobbi that.

Get a drink in her,
and she's like a wind-up doll.

- You can't...
- They're here for us.

- Fitz: Let's go. Come on.
- Put these in.

You're coming with us.
The girl, too.

So, don't even think about
trying to run away.

We just lost a half an hour of time.

(Scoffs)

- (Typing)
- (Monitor beeps)

(Beeping)

I think we lost them.

Lance: Not for long.

We need to find a place to lay low
for a while.

I'm taking you to the place
where I sent the others.

You said that was impossible.

I'm taking you where, not when.

(Engine revving)

(Seagulls squawking)

Lance: Undera lighthouse, eh?

How far down does this go?

Unknown.

- What is it?
- Unknown.

- (Clanking)
- Who built it?

Unknown.

It. Evans: They just disappeared.

It had to be the same blackout technology
they used at the diner.

Do we have any idea who the girl is?

We've got images from surveillance cameras
across the street.

We're running facial-recognition scans
on her and her mother.

Well, make it your highest priority.

If she's able to predict and forewarn,

she might be able to tell secrets.

I want you to find her and control her.

It's better she's on our side.

We need every weapon in this fight.

Enoch: As of this moment,
you are the only four humans

who know of this place's existence.

How do you know about it?

We'll stay until we can decide what to do
with her.

She is no longer safe.

Why don't you just ask her?
She seems to know everything else.

She gives answers in her own time.

It's better not to interfere.

Hey.
You sent my friends into the future.

I'd call that some serious interference.

Our protocol allows for one exception...

The prevention
of an extinction-level event.

What?

So, what happened?

Unknown.

Sad, isn't it?

To know all she knows
and not be able to do a thing about it.

Lance: Maybe she's trying.

No. You can't save the world.

I can barely save myself.

Lance: What's her story?
How do you know her?

Fitz: Her father was an inhuman.

Every time he touched someone...

He and that person would have a vision
of an impending death.

And it must have been torturous.

So, he couldn't have any human contact.
Not with his wife. Not with his...

Not his baby daughter.

And they still call these "gifts"?

He saved Daisy.

And... she was convinced
that she could save him,

change the future, but...

What's written is written.

Jemma and I were there.

Holding hands.

We had no idea.

So...

You and Simmons?

Yeah.

Yeah, we're together now.

Everyone knows.

- Even looked for a place together.
- Oh, congrats, mate.

I remember when you couldn't even admit
that you liked her. (Scoffs)

Maybe it should have stayed that way.

Everything that keeps happening to us

does seem like the universe
doesn't want us to be together.

The universe doesn't want
or care about anything.

And even if it did,
why wouldn't it want you to be together?

You two are so perfect for each other,
it makes everyone a little bit nauseous.

Maybe it's trying to protect her.

- From what?
- From me.

From what I was in the framework...

'Cause that came from inside me.
That's...

Wasn't programming.

Was that the Fitz I saw
back at Enoch's place?

Yeah.

I have to admit,
I kind of liked seeing that side of you.

And it worked for us.

Got Enoch on the right page.

Yeah, well, it also got people killed.

Look, I don't know what you went through,

but I know
you're not a cold-blooded killer.

Every light needs a shadow.

You just have to learn how to control it,
use it when you need it.

I can't stand it being anywhere inside
of me.

I think that's why they left me behind,
I think...

'Cause I'm too much of a risk to them,
too...

Too much of a risk to Jemma.

Bollocks. You want to know
why you were left behind?

Ask the one that kicked you off
the guest list.

- Get it while it's hot.
- Thanks.

It smells good.

I'm sorry about your friends.

Did Robin ever say
why I wasn't supposed to go with them?

She doesn't say much at all.

Not since terrigenesis.

I found her in a state
just like her father.

She was way too young to go through that.

Her mind has been scattered.

Past, present, future,
it's all the same to her, all mixed up.

Sometimes, she doesn't even know
I'm her mother.

I'm sorry.

Enoch has been very helpful.

He's helped me to understand and...

Accept

and she lives...

Mostly inside her head now...

But...

We can try.

Robin, sweetie.

Mr Fitz has brought you some breakfast.

And he has a question for you.

He'd like to know
why he's not with his friends.

Can you tell Fitz?

He'd really like to know
why he's not with them.

'Cause you have to save them.

They're in trouble some 70 years
in the future,

and there's nothing I can do?

(Sighs) I'll be a skeleton
by the time they get here.

- I may know another way.
- Lance: Oh, now there's a way?

What happened to no interference?

It's prophecy now.

Right.

How, Enoch?

How do I get to them?

I came to earth in a small capsule.

It was discovered decades ago,

and is now secured in a warehouse.
It might be able to take you to them.

Okay. Where is it?

Have you heard of a place
called blue raven Ridge?

(Chuckles)

You're joking.

- You know it?
- Yeah, of course I know it.

We just broke out of it.

It's the military base
they were holding you in.

Okay, well...

Hate to say it,
but we're gonna have to break back in.

(Sighs)

Lance: We're breaking
a basic rule of espionage.

Never walk into the same place
as two different people.

We don't have a choice.
You sure these ids are gonna hold up?

I hope so.

- Cooter didn't have much time.
- Cooter?

- An old friend of rusty's. He's very...
- Let me guess,

he's the best your money could afford.

Afternoon.
We're here to fix a hole in the wall.

Ids.

Rusty peltzer and Jimmy futterman.

That's us. You break it, we fix it
and charge you the military Mark-up.

Too much?

If cooter hasn't got us in the system,
then this is all over.

No. Then we'll find another way.

What? From our tiny little cells?

(Hangs up)

(Clears throat)

All clear. You know where you're going?

Know it like the back of our hands.

(Sighs)

Rusty always said
there was alien artefacts on this base.

Maybe...
He wasn't so crazy after all.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Careful.

These are extremely volatile
and unpredictable.

Screw up once, you could lose a limb.

Once we do this...

That's it.

No turning back.

Let's do it.

Okay.

Release the ferrets.

(Ferrets squeaking)

(Alarm blaring)

What's that mean?

Something's setting off
the perimeter alarms.

(Blaring continues)

- You seeing this?
- Man: (On radio) We got a 10-98 here.

- (Grunts)
- Repeat, a 10-98.

They'll instinctively head
for the drains and vents.

Motion sensors will interpret
that as an escape, right?

And procedure will seal the perimeter,

leaving us alone in here.

Which is fine,
till we need to get out.

This is it.

- You sure this is it?
- (Blows)

(Touchscreen beeps)

Fitz: (Sighs)
This is gonna get me there...

- ({beeps)
- If I'm lucky.

All right.

Let's get this back on the truck.

We're not gonna need a truck.

(Exhales)

Brings back memories.

We had some good times back in the day.

In between all the bad times
and getting shot at,

and chased and attacked
by monsters.

(Sighs)

Yeah. This place...

The base... always felt like home.

- Like family.
- Ah, don't worry.

You'll be together again soon.

You're just saying that.

Yeah, of course I am.

They're stuck 70-odd years in the future,
and our world's about to end.

The odds, my friend,
are not in your favour.

Are they ever?

Well, let's see what we've got here.

(Chuckles) Fitzy.

We just hit the jackpot.

Fitz: They've brought everything
from S.H.I.E.L.D.

What the hell's going on here?

(Air hissing)

(Bullets ricochet)

(Machine gunfire)

(Groans)

(Panting)

Go upstairs, fire up the guidance system,
and activate auto-take-off.

I'll hold them off here
and close the doors!

Uh. Shouldn't you do the technical,

- and I'll...
- (Machine gunfire)

- Go!
- All right.

(Groaning)

(Alarm blaring)

(Jet engine whirs)

I know you mean well.

I'm sorry that it has to end this way,

but you have continually let me down.

I don't trust you anymore.

- You're demoting us?
- No.

(Grunts)

I need a cleaning crew.

These will be waiting for me
when I get there.

(Fitz sighs)

Team S.H.I.E.L.D. will be fully armed.

How does this get Fitz to the future?

It's a cryo-freeze chamber.

What?

Yeah.
I'm taking the long way there.

Gonna sleep for 74 years.

That is the most insane idea
in our history of insane ideas.

- Yep.
- Lance: We can't hide you in a wall.

You'll suffocate when you wake up.

And if we leave you sitting around here,

who knows what people or things are gonna
find their way in there.

He's not going to be here.

I summoned a chronicom vessel.

We'll orbit a planet hidden safely away
from earth

- until he wakes up.
- Oh, great. That's brilliant.

Enoch: Are you ready?

Lance: We'll look after those two.

Bobbi could use a good cause.

Thank you, Lance hunter.

Just make sure he gets back okay.

Well...

I guess this is it.

I've had a hell of a time, as always.

I guess I underestimated your odds.

Don't die out there, mate.

- Fitz: All right.
- Yep.

Okay. Yep.

(Machine beeps)

- I love you.
- (Chuckles)

I know.

(Beeps)

- (Air rushes)
- (Gasps)

Enoch: Good morning, Fitz.

Rise and shine.

(Fitz grunts)

While you were asleep,
I had time to put a plan in motion.

We have a few days
before we arrive at the lighthouse.

That should give me enough time
to prepare you.

Prepare me for what?

For facing off
against some of the most ruthless

and brutal mobsters,
monsters, and mercenaries in the galaxy.

I hope you have it in you.

I have it in me.