All language subtitles for AGENTS OF S.H.I.E.L.D. S03E08, 1080P BLURAY (MP4)

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

You made some mistakes
at your gameplay.

You don't even know
the game I'm playing.

- Remember this?
- Yeah, from the castle chamber.

Okay, what if the group who carved
this symbol into the chamber door

is the same group that sent
Will through the portal?

I've only killed
those who deserve it.

Who the hell made you
judge, jury, and executioner?

If we put Andrew
in stasis as a human,

it'll slow his transformation,
giving us more time to find a cure.

I wanted to apologise for missing
our meeting at NORAD.

I will bring him to you soon enough.

Time is of the essence.

I'll be in touch.

How about some breakfast?

The octopus is one of
the great symbols of HYDRA.

Supremely intelligent, highly adaptable,

and they are ruthless killers.

A nearly perfect predator.
The same could be said of you.

Well, it's a terrifying symbol,
but not my idea of dinner.

Then again, I am adaptable.

I hope you can be, too.

Well, that depends on your request.

You're one of the last heads
of HYDRA's old guard.

Thanks in no small part to you.

You should be thanking me.
I trimmed the fat from your ranks.

You weren't just trimming the fat,
going after the Von Strucker boy.

You were digging,

and I know what
you were hoping to find.

You're chasing rumours. Ghosts.

The Von Strucker family vault
does not exist.

Truthfully, I'd believe you,

if you hadn't sacrificed
the only heir to it.

You control the vault now. Right?

The vault is said to have
HYDRA's greatest power.

Why don't you and I put it to good use?

HYDRA is a complicated organisation,

and I don't have time
to give you a history lesson.

I do have some longstanding plans

that are finally coming together,
and your simple vendetta

doesn't currently fit in with them.

I will find that vault.

You're a smart predator.

But you don't live
on top of the food chain.

Okay.

Well fought.

So,
Malick wanted me slaughtered.

Which means I'm on the right track.

See, I know where the vault is.

Just don't know how to get in.

Which creates
a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity

for anyone who has
accompanied him there.

We're not helping you.

Well, then...

Who's on the bottom
of the food chain now?

That's the compound
we used to tranquilise Andrew.

Those tanks should be enough
to keep him sedated if need be.

Tell me we're doing the right thing.

We are. He'll be put in stasis,
held in human form.

Before that thing
can completely take him over.

And the cure you're working on?

We're throwing everything we can at it.

He was one of the good ones. Is.

I know he was a friend.
You're doing all you can.

And we'll keep you up to speed
on everything we do.

Maybe you should come
to the base in the next day or so,

talk me through it.

Anyone gonna talk to her?

She'll talk when she's ready.

Hey! Stop. Stop. Stop.

Okay. Just go before you drop
another priceless manuscript.

Why don't you go
deface a Picasso or something?

- Fitz. What are you doing?
- They're all idiots.

Be nice.

Sorry. Well-meaning idiots.

It's been a rough day.

You brought in all these books.

Every volume on symbolic
anthropology and iconography

I could find.

Hopefully it matches, um...

This.

It's the Ram's Head symbol.

I think Will's Distant Star Pathfinder
programme hid it in their logo.

About 200 years after
the group studying the Monolith

chiselled it into the floor of the castle?

Yeah. No coincidence there.

If we get lucky,

tracing its origin could give us
some sort of insight into how to save...

Sorry. I just feel so bad for May.
I don't know how you get over that.

She's been giving me
the hate stare since I got here.

I had to sleep
with one eye open last night.

But you slept?

Yeah. For the first time in a long time.

I've been running
long enough to appreciate

a secret underground base
no one knows about.

Even if you all live
on top of each other like Keebler Elves.

It's one roof,
but it's big, lots of space.

Not that you need to keep your space.

I know. I'm sorry I moved in.
I hope it's not weird.

- Weird?
- We kissed.

That happened.
Do we need to talk about it?

Nope. We do not need to.

Why don't we just see what happens?

Will that happen again?

Planning takes the fun out of it.

Plus, you know you'll have
tougher decisions to face, right?

You can't just stay here.

Coulson only lets people in the base
who have a role in his game plan.

I feel like you're gonna tell me
I didn't make Little League all-stars.

It's Rosalind, sir.

I know you two have grown closer

and I'm concerned
that maybe you might...

Um... Maybe you two...

You can say it.

Are you sleeping together?

That's none of your business.

I'm sorry to press, sir,
but I need to know.

Do you have feelings for her?
Or are you playing an angle?

Again, not your business.

But you really think I'm that guy?

If not, then it is my business.

Because now you're bringing her,
the head of the ATCU,

into our hidden base.

Easy, Mack. I like Roz.

Whether she can be trusted,
yet to be determined.

How is that not a deal-breaker?

Because the only spies
without trust issues

are either young or dead.

I hope I can trust Roz. I want to.

That's why I'm bringing her here,
face to face.

So I can look her in the eye and find out.

Meanwhile, the rest of you
will have to go behind her back.

Today, we're launching
Operation Spotlight.

The objective? To peer into
every shadowy corner of the ATCU.

The last few days have been hard.

What happened
with Dr Garner is tragic.

But it has also created
a rare moment of opportunity for us.

The ATCU brought
Dr Garner's containment module

into their research facility.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is going to use that
as a way to gain access.

Going in on the ground
will be Bobbi and Hunter.

Quarterbacking from Zephyr One
will be Daisy and Mack.

Handling extraction, May and...

Him.

Okay...

I guess the new guy will gain
a firsthand look of our operations

with Agent May.

Let me be clear.

I want to know everything.

What's inside the facility,

how close they are
to this cure they've been working on,

which Inhumans they're holding
and where they came from,

and finally, what it is the ATCU
actually wants with them.

- Questions?
- Yeah.

Why now?

Because I think the head
of the ATCU finally trusts me.

I'd like that feeling to be mutual.

Let's get to work.

That answer your concerns?

Just raises all new ones.

You've kept quiet. I admire that.

These babies burn
up to 2,600 degrees.

I was a bit of a pyro when I was a kid.

Got me into some real trouble,

but damn if I don't love
the sound of that gas igniting.

You have to incorporate
what you love into your work.

You see, the trick is

you want 'em to know it's gonna hurt.

Build anticipation.

But you have to let 'em
imagine a better world.

You could walk into
Strucker's vault with me.

You just have to show me how.

We could go in there together.
Share what we find...

You could torture us all you want,
there's nothing to tell.

He uses different people
when he travels to Zepkow,

and even they don't know
where the vault's buried.

Zepkow? Germany.

I lied.

Strucker has many vaults.

I know 'em all.

Just didn't know Zepkow
was the one I needed.

Be proud. You stayed quiet.

You would have
fit in good with my men.

Ms Price.

Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Not exactly running things out of
your mom's basement, are we?

Did you give it a slick code name?

Classified, but to me, it's home.

Oh, that's cute.

Almost as cute as flying me
in circles for six hours on a plane.

I don't know if
I'm in Albuquerque or Albania.

Imagine the possibilities.

And be flattered.
I waived our usual blindfold protocol.

Oh, they'll say you're going soft,
Director.

Then again, completely disabled
my phone for the entire flight.

Couldn't even check
my fantasy football scores.

Such cruelty.

I can reactivate the phone,

but we'll need to sweep
for wireless sniffers first.

Two words I never want to hear again.

Go for it, cowboy.

You left your
intelligence-gathering phone

at your apartment, didn't you?

I almost didn't.
But I thought it might be rude.

Please. We expect nothing less.

Incoming data upload
from Rosalind's phone.

Okay, let's wake up the ATCU IT ASAP.

Oh, yeah, that's my favourite episode.

I mean, Darlene was set up perfectly.
Every word she said...

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Did you see that? What was that?

Did you just hack the ATCU?

No. But the containment
module broadcasts

some pretty intense
encrypted homing signals.

You can put it inside a corporate office,

and it'll wig the IT department out
real good.

FBI Cyber Investigative Task Force.

How may I help you, Mr, uh, Wilson?

What exactly is going on over there?

Well, multiple agencies' servers
have been attacked

in the last few minutes,

and the traffic traces back to your IPs.

We've already dispatched
a Rapid Response Unit to your location.

Please cooperate fully, should be fine.

I can assure you,
they're our absolute best.

Listen, Agent Phillips,
our systems check out perfectly.

Okay, we're showing
no signs of a breach.

I don't think you'll be necessary here.
I think that it was a glitch.

A glitch, yeah.
Of course it looks like a glitch.

That's the point.

You congratulate yourself,

crisis averted,
then go home, never noticing

the polymorphic root kit
buried deep inside your system.

Until hackers activate it to...

bypass that sweet stateless multi...

factor authentication...

code you are so bloody proud of.

Red Sox fan?

Redcoats, actually.

- This guy does not look like FBI.
- He wasn't.

Dane here crashed the Pentagon's
servers, Mossad's, Ashley Madison...

He's the best consultant we have,

otherwise he'd be in jail
or I'd have shot him by now.

If he says that
you have a problem? Listen.

Our system is air-tight.

Yeah. If your system's so secure,

how did your staff's
credentials leak out?

What? No, no, no, no, no. There...

There's no way
someone got past our software.

Who said anything about software?
We think hardware was smuggled in.

You called,
detecting some sort of broadcast?

The ATCU security is way too strict...

Was nothing brought into this facility
in the last 24 hours?

No, our employees' keys
don't make it past security.

We haven't brought in
anything except the, uh...

Oh, no.

I need to make a phone call.

We've had some
major breakthroughs here.

Advances in alien biology,
robotics, prosthetics.

It cuts a hell of a silhouette.

You know, they mostly got it right.

So you did reactivate it.

Hello, IT department that calls me
only when there's a problem.

What's the problem?

There's an FBI task force here.

An energy pulse was detected
inside our facility right before, um,

an apparent security leak.

Have you found the cause?

Well, ma'am, I think it could be
the S.H.I.E.L.D. containment module

we brought in.

Dearest,

is it possible that
your containment module

tried to access the ATCU's system?

Absolutely.
It scans any local network it finds.

All our hardware does.

Well, we noticed, and we're gonna
have to go ahead and shut that down.

Can't blame a guy for trying.

Hey, Steve?

You're supposed to protect the ATCU
from things like this.

So play nice with the FBI's task force,
and fix it.

You're lucky you're cute.

We really have to figure out
other ways to flirt.

Are you alphabetizing those?

Don't be ridiculous. I'm organising
them by subject and date.

No, you're procrastinating.

Is there something so terrible about
a comprehensive system?

Why don't you want to go look into...

I've been looking.
I just don't like what I'm seeing.

You found a lead?

Will wasn't sent on a mission,
he was sacrificed.

The symbol used
for his space programme?

Tied to ritualistic blood sacrifice.
People working with NASA.

Between this and Andrew...

I have that sinking feeling again, Fitz.

That we never really know
who's next to us.

Thank you.
These should keep me warm.

This gonna get you in trouble?

Up here, I control everything.

Always? You never find yourself
completely out of control?

I'll be in Moscow soon enough
with a day off.

Come see for yourself.

I wish I could,
but I'm not going to Moscow.

This was the only flight I could find
passing over Zepkow.

Ladies and gentlemen,

please return to your seats

and keep your seatbelts fastened.

You may experience
some turbulence coming up.

Don't be alarmed, that's just your pilot
diving to equalise cabin pressure

before you freeze to death.

Oh, and, uh...

from all of us here at HYDRA,
thanks for flying the friendly skies.

These symbols trace back
thousands of years.

Groups obsessed with death
and ritualistic killings.

It's intertwined with the origin
of pagan devil myths.

And then suddenly, there they were,
secretly funding NASA missions.

They knew something.
These texts go back a thousand years.

Fitz, there's nothing in here
to help open the portal.

Of course there is.

No. It's just copious examples of
how this group was evil,

and used Will as a blood offering.

But if we can find out their goal,

we can find out
how they tried to achieve it.

Even if we have to stay up all night,
we'll find something.

- Something to help us bring back Will.
- You have to stop.

Excuse me?

Stop. Just stop trying to do
all the right things! It's too much.

Is this a silver tie clip camera?

Platinum. 1963.

Wow. You really are a S.H.I.E.L.D lifer.

I bet there's a story behind each one
of these that I'd love to hear.

I have a real soft spot
for that golden age.

They recruit you out of college?

Mmm-hmm.

- Studying...
- History.

I started to inadvertently uncover
how much of that history

S.H.I.E.L.D. had helped to shape.

So they snatched me up.

So, you've really never
known anyone in S.H.I.E.L.D.?

I find that hard to believe.

Only in passing.

Come on, you can tell me if you have.
I'm the Director.

You're inside our secret base.

You know, I hate to disappoint you, Phil,
but until recently,

I was in the normal intelligence game,
not paranormal.

You're my first.

Hmm.

You know, I gotta admit, I didn't
picture you keeping things so analogue.

Yeah, files, books, vinyl,
there's a tactile benefit.

The way they feel in your hands,
the wear and tear.

Oh, the smell. I love the smell of books.

Helps me think.

Besides, we both know how vulnerable

the digital world is to infiltration.

So sorry, Steve-o,
nothing worse for an IT guy

than someone
logging into your terminal.

Makes you feel violated, doesn't it?

How do we know he's not just looking
for exploits to get into our system

when he goes back
to being a black hat?

Oh, there's no going back for Dane.

But I am here to find the exploits.

And I'm gonna need a login
to determine if...

the Trojan horse hardware emitted
a signal pulse that allows access...

through your UDP
or TCP ports, mate.

Have you checked that yet?

You can use a command prompt
to enter a guest username.

And unwittingly give us remote access.

Okay, Hunter. Type this in.

C, colon, forward-slash, "System,"
forward-slash, "Request user."

Hunter? Oh, God.

Hunter, please tell me you know
which one is forward-slash.

Yes. Typing.

I'm just helping
your sluggish code keep up.

Hilarious.

And the username.

Username,

"God Save the Queen."

Yeah, I let him pick it.

Bingo.

May, you're up.

Agent May said she wants you
with her on this, yeah?

- Yeah.
- Well, then, I suggest

you move your ass.

There.

Bobbi. Enhanced Specimen Control.

North, stairs at the end of the hall,

three floors down
in the Science Division.

Ringing your phone now.

Hmm.

My superiors on Pennsylvania Avenue.

I need to step away for a moment
to give them my full report.

Okay.

Check that section.

See how many Inhumans
they're keeping in there.

And grab any samples
of the potential cure.

Now all Hunter has to do is
run his mouth and waste time.

Oh, he excels at that.

Daisy? Thank you.

Here?

So, you need me to do anything?

Why bring me if you're not even
going to talk to me?

Where do you get off?

Are you seriously mad at me?

I'm mad at myself
for roping you into this. It's not fair.

I'm mad that you're so willing to help.

As opposed to what?
What do you expect?

I don't know. Get angry.

I cannot fathom any way out of this
without hurting someone I care about.

Do you think that I'm not angry?

I'm sick to my stomach. I'm furious.

But not at you. 'Cause we're cursed.

The bloody cosmos
wants us to be apart.

The cosmos doesn't want anything.

Yeah, well, I beg to differ.

'Cause we had years, side by side.
Never occurred to us.

And then when it does, we don't have
the courage to talk about it.

You only mentioned it at the bottom
of the sea, facing certain death.

You wait till I'm bound for
a war on an aircraft carrier.

And then you get swept off
to some far-flung planet.

With him.

Top marks, pilot-astronaut-hero-man.

I would do anything...

Do you love him?

I don't know, I think...

Yes.

Yeah.

Yeah, of course, you do.
Of course, you do.

He's strong and smart

and you gave each other hope
on the edge of nowhere.

Don't do this, Fitz.

You think I didn't look for dirt on him?
I did. And there's nothing.

I can't hate him, he's great.

Why else would you fall for him?
He did everything right.

And you dove through a hole
in the universe for me!

We're cursed.

Fitz, is that what I think it is?

Andrew was a PhD in Psychology,
now he's a specimen.

Open sesame.

Dr Garner.
I'm so sorry about everything.

No one warned me
there would be a flight.

Who are you?

I'm Gideon Malick.
I advise the President's staff.

And I want to assure you
that we're working with S.H.I.E.L.D.

to do everything we can to help you.

With what? A cure?

I know how pharmaceuticals work.

What are you,
a decade away from treatment?

It strikes me that no one's asked
if you even want treatment.

They haven't asked your opinion
on the situation at all, have they?

No.

But then, all they see

is a killer.

Well, surely,
you have taken a hard stance.

But then,
this is an invading alien contagion,

which S.H.I.E.L.D.
has known about for quite some time.

They protected no one. Including you.

There's more nuance
to S.H.I.E.L.D. than that.

Why worry about them?

S.H.I.E.L.D. has good intentions
but questionable methods.

That much is true.

They can't help themselves

from jumping into the deep end
of dangerous waters.

We agree on more than we don't.
I can help you, Dr Garner.

But first, I need to know what else
S.H.I.E.L.D. has been hiding from us.

Andrew isn't here.

Guys.
Are you sure this is the right area?

That's the place.

Well, there are no Inhumans being
held here. Let Coulson know.

And as far as a cure,

it doesn't look like they're taking
tissue samples, studying cell response.

Not in here anyway.

If they're not working on a cure
in there, then what are they doing?

Wait. Daisy, anything on medications
they've compiled for study?

'Cause I'm not positive, but those look
an awful lot like fish oil pills.

I'll look.

There's no better time
to be a hacker, really.

I mean, nowadays,
every human on the planet,

kids, have computers
in their pockets, you know?

Instead of stealing candy from a baby,

you're stealing their parent's
credit card information.

- Okay. I'm going to grab some coffee.
- Mmm-hmm.

I'll have a cup of tea, please.

Thanks.

Oh, bollocks.

Uh, people, time to download everything
we can and make our getaway.

Our friend Mr Banks
has just showed up

and I do not have a handkerchief
to cover my face.

And that would be weird anyhow.

Copy that.

They're not studying medication, Bobbi.
They're administering them.

Giving mandatory supplements
to all their employees.

To "prevent infection."

Soldiers, office workers.

Hold on, it says,
"And any public witnesses."

Oh, no.

They're playing the odds.

Giving Terrigen to as many people
as they can.

They're not trying to cure Inhumans...

They're turning them.

Hmm.

Do you expect me to stay
in this room overnight, Phil?

'Cause I might need a little persuading.

No, it's you who needs to convince me.

- Convince you?
- That you're not HYDRA.

Otherwise, you're never leaving
this room again.

What the hell are you doing, Phil?

Getting the truth out of you
once and for all.

Is this a joke?

I'm not laughing.

What, you think
there's some hidden secret

you can just scare out of me?

I have my people
infiltrating your facility,

I'm getting the truth regardless.

So this is your final chance
to come clean.

They won't find anything out
that I wouldn't happily tell them.

What's wrong with you? Stop lying!

Why don't you tell me
who you really are,

who you work for
and what you're hiding.

What the hell is wrong with you?
Look at you.

- I'm done playing games.
- I wasn't playing games.

I thought... I thought there was
something between us.

Something real, that wasn't just based
on this spy-craft manipulation crap.

You really think this emotional
appeal is gonna work right now?

No, because you have no emotions.

This was all a plan?

To sleep with me,
gain trust and take advantage?

Don't try to talk your way out of this.

Or even sadder,
you didn't plan to sleep with me,

but you just have such deep issues that

you stopped trusting me
as soon as you did.

You lied to me.

Andrew isn't being kept
at your ATCU facility, is he?

Of course not.

Are you torturing me, is that the idea?

Dragging me around,
waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I know how dangerous you are.

But if you blame me for bringing out
the monster in that man,

I'm not apologising for that.

I've been trying
to figure out what to say.

Because I do want to apologise. To you.

For Andrew.

He killed your friends in cold blood.
Tried to kill you.

I'm sorry.

I should've known.

I should be thanking you.

For being willing to put those bullets
in him when you did.

May. Bobbi and Hunter may
need extraction

sooner than we thought.

Can't charm my way out of this one.

Hunter. I need you to get down here.

Bring me my briefcase.

- Hunter?
- Almost finished?

Yeah, things have gotten really
complicated in here just now.

Um, listen, Steve,
you seem like a really good guy,

and you were spot on about
not being able to trust me,

just wrong about why.

See, I'm not very good at computers.

Ahhh!

Now, now, now!

I'm gonna need that briefcase.

Coming as fast as I can, love.

Of course we don't keep Inhumans
at that facility.

We can't risk some duplicitous nutcase
breaking in to look around.

- Looks like we made the right move.
- You're always one step ahead.

I feel like an idiot,
that I thought you were different.

Stop with the mind games!

I'll admit, you're good.
Pretending to fall for me,

well enough that
I actually went along for the ride.

But in the back of my mind, I always
had one finger on the eject button.

That's because you're incapable
of anything else.

No, because you slipped up.

Tahiti. The first time we met,
you tried to get under my skin,

talking about Tahiti.

So I was hoping against all hope

that today you'd confirm a high-level
source from within S.H.I.E.L.D.,

but you claim you have none...

That's because I've been honest.

But the only other possible way
that you could know about that

is if you got your intel from HYDRA.

So why don't you share your source?

I'm not sharing anything
with you any more.

I didn't think so.

Except for this. You know what?

To be honest,
I did fall for you, Phil. I did.

But it turns out, you're impenetrable.

You like to joke about your robot hand,
and not being human...

I'm not sure you're so off the mark.

Yeah, that means a lot
coming from you.

You were stabbed through the heart.

You must derive sadistic pleasure
in doing the same to others.

At least I didn't use the story of
my dead husband to sell the idea

that the ATCU was working on a cure.

- When we both know that's a lie.
- How dare you mention...

Oh, cut the melodrama.

My agent at the centre
of your compound confirmed

that you're not trying to cure Inhumans,

you're making as many as you can.

What are you talking about?

Enhanced Specimen Control.

They're inside, Roz.
So you know what they found.

No. No one's allowed on those floors.
For risk of infection.

Intentional infection.

I got to admit, handing out
the contaminant as the cure...

- No, that's not what we...
- That's especially sinister.

No, I get weekly reports from...

- From Malick.
- Excuse me?

- Gideon Malick.
- I know the name.

Industrialist. He served
on the World Council.

He's a friend. I've worked with him
more than a decade.

He advises the President's staff,
helped design the ATCU.

Oversees the Science Division.

He gave me the Tahiti intel.

Connection is down.

Look. Last file we pulled.

A catalogue of all the Inhumans
they turned and put into stasis. But...

Let me guess.
They didn't put them all in stasis.

Oh, once again, too little and too late.

I'll remind you that
we're basically the same height,

I just don't wear bloody heels.

Aliens. I pine for the days where
we didn't have to fight bloody aliens.

It's just not a fair fight.

Let's see if we can
level the playing field.

Really? Your batons?
That's your game changer?

Well, all right then.

Let me make a call to my people.

Your people...
Yeah, I don't see that happening.

If Malick went to these lengths,
your agents are in serious danger.

- I can get them out.
- Or sell them out.

Phil, look at me.

Please believe
that I don't know what's going on.

We need answers, both of us.

And if you don't let me get on the phone
right now, we lose everything.

Oh!

That'll buy us very little time.

Come with me. I'll get you out of here.

If you're worried you can't trust me,
worry on the move.

He'll lead them
to the northwest parking lot.

You hear that?

May is en route.

I don't see them.

Got them.

I'm hardly ever impressed.

I've shaken hands with presidents,

held technology from other planets.

Didn't really faze me.
But I got to tell you,

I'm at a loss for words.

You left me to die.

I left those men there to kill you.

But you,
you cut through them like cake.

Then to locate this place,
much less get here...

Phew!

I only got here
a few minutes before you,

and I have my own jet.

This was all just a test?

No, I wanted you dead.

You pose a legitimate threat

to everything that I've built.

But now...

Now, I'm beginning to think that maybe

I was looking at it from the wrong angle.

You just might be
HYDRA's second head

that's grown right next to me.

I should kill you.

Then you'd miss that history
lesson we've been talking about.

I know you're all about
rebooting HYDRA and all that,

but do you know much
about our history? Our origin?

Yeah.

World War II. Red Skull.

He used Nazi funding
to build this whole empire.

Oh, no, no.

Red Skull was following the principle
that HYDRA was built upon.

That the ultimate power
is not of this world.

But HYDRA...

Well, we're much, much older than that.

HYDRA's actually

as ancient as this stone.

This one here and the other
surviving stones like it

have been passed down
for a hundred generations.

Keep your eye on it, Mr Ward.

You don't want to miss it
when it does its thing.

This was cut from a much larger stone.

A monolith
that possesses otherworldly properties.

Literally.

It's a portal to another world.

He recruited me in '01.

I met him when his company
was consulting on a programme at...

At NASA?

Yes. How did you...

Thousands of years ago,

an Inhuman was born on this planet
that was destined to rule it.

So powerful, so fearsome,

that others were consumed with dread,
and so they banished it from the Earth,

sent it through the portal
to a distant planet.

HYDRA was founded
with the sole purpose

of engineering its return.

Over generations,
HYDRA has taken different shapes.

The entity has been
given different names.

But every generation

has sent men through the portal,

hoping to save, or at least serve,

our leader on the other side.

Now, we're building an army for it
to command when it returns,

and you and I will rule beside it.

Okay.

That's, uh, a lot to take in.

Well, it's a tall tale, I know.

And why exactly should
I believe a word of it?

Because we're closer than ever
to the final chapter.

We're gonna write it ourselves.

But you don't have to believe me.

I know you want revenge,

to cut the head off
of S.H.I.E.L.D., watch it writhe.

I'll help you do that.

And in return?

You'll help me learn

how S.H.I.E.L.D. was able to achieve
something with the portal

that HYDRA, in thousands of years,
has never been able to accomplish.

And what is that?

They brought someone back.

Hey!

Hey! Someone want to fill me in?

How long you gonna keep me in here
without any idea of what's going on?

No, no, no, no, no, no!
I don't need to be sedated any more.

I just need to talk to someone
about what's going on.

All right,

let's talk.

I could use a session with you, Doc.

I seem to be carrying around
a lot of baggage these days.

It's nice to finally meet you.

- My name is Grant...
- I know who you are.

What are you doing here?

Learning.

It's been a good few days,
educating myself.

Now we get to learn about you.

You feel powerful behind this glass?

Well, you're going to die
with a hole in your chest.

You can try to sedate me,
but I promise you...

Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, this isn't the sedation compound
from S.H.I.E.L.D.

This is chloroethyl sulphide...

Something. It's basically mustard gas.

You see, S.H.I.E.L.D.
showed us how to turn the monster off.

Now we want to know
how to turn that back on.

Oh, uh, I also wanted to thank you.

For helping me find closure.

You see, I thought I knew all the best
ways to bring Melinda pain,

but you...

May thinks I'm a monster,
but you actually become one.

Ahhh!

I guess we know her type.