All language subtitles for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. - S06E05 - The Other Thing-eng

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

I'll never be the director Coulson was.

He'd be proud. The job suits you.

I'm close on a Department Head.

Two of our brightest
minds are in deep space,

they can't make contact,
and until they jump back,

we need you, or
innocent people will die.

At least we have confirmation
that it is a person causing this.

Yeah, but we don't know
how or who or what he is.

Didn't know if you'd get through.

- Where's Tinker?
- Didn't make it.

And what about Sarge? He's coming soon.

Is his crossing clear?

Nope.

Come on!

Let her go.

You're from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Never heard of it.

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Huh.

Sweet.

Mmm.

This rock has it all, Sarge.

It's gonna be child's play.

Please.

Just take what you want and leave.

You can tell a lot about
a world by its currency.

What have we got?

Paper. With faces on it.

Great. One of those.

At least it's lighter than coin.

People fantasize about
doing something dramatic

in times like these.

You don't look like a hero to me.

They're still using combustion here.

Might be child's play after all.

Let's vanish.

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Window of Opportunity

Fox told me he
wanted to join S.H.I.E.L.D.

because we protect people
from their worst nightmares.

Or at least we try.

We can't bring him back,

but we can save other
lives, fix something else,

and that's what we're gonna do.

Jaross. Runko.

Keep scanning for any
more of these disturbances.

Keller, comb through security footage

from the museum again and
see if we missed anything.

Yo-Yo, help him out.

On it.

I want you supervising
the search for that truck.

Anyone gets a lead, sound the alarm.

Go.

So, no mention of the man
driving that truck?

One thing at a time.

Do you not believe me?

Look, if you say you
saw Coulson, you saw him.

But this doesn't go wide until
we know what the hell he is.

Jaco, come on!

- Does he really have to do that right now?
- Yes.

We just filled our stomachs
for the first time in days.

And he hasn't had his home
atmosphere in nine years,

so find a way to cope.

Blending in could be hard.

- We'll make a stop.
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Pax, check the battery.

Make sure this rig stays invisible.

That's not on me.
I don't know how it works.

That was Tinker's department,
and he turned to stone.

Cement.

Whatever.

And could we acknowledge that fact

before we cannibalize his gear?

I mean, show some respect, Snowflake.

Just confirming something
that will make you unhappy.

We're out of P-E-Gs.

What?

We had more.

Where did they go?

Tinker kept them in his pockets.

Why in any world would he do that?

Thought they were good luck.

And his pockets didn't make it?

No, his bottom half didn't make it.

And that's definitely not on me.

You got something to say, Pax?

No.

Mnh. Yeah.

Tinker should have been in the truck.

We all should have been in the truck.

Then we'd all be part
of that museum right now.

We send a trailblazer
every time to clear a path.

It's supposed to be
Jaco the Giant... okay?

who can survive a hail of war-hammers.

He's an old soul.

But we have to scramble
and torch the place early

because she can't keep
her knife in her pants?

All true so far.

You let her get off!

We had a talker, Sarge,

but she made him spill
his guts literally.

To be reincarnated.

And it all went to hell,
and now we're down a man.

You want to do things differently?

No. But I certainly don't want
to go digging for P-E-Gs again.

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See? You were right, Pax.

This rock has it all.

Now, are you good to come with me,

secure the exit while
these two scout the site?

Or should we discuss that, too?

No. I'm good. I'm just...

I'm sorting through it.

Tinker died. He was a friend.

That's what friends are for.

Got a possible lead from
a convenience-store robbery in Ohio.

I'm having some evidence
sent over for you to test.

Great. Add it to the pile.

I love that I traded tenure

for a chance to never leave this room.

Where are you on this doppelganger?

Oh, I have several viable hypotheses.

That's what scientists say
when they don't know squat.

Odds are it's related

to one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s
previous mistakes,

which I'm working my way
through a very long list...

um, fear manifestations,
nano-masks, Inhumans...

Though I'm thinking
I should revisit the file

on those Life Model Decoys,

which really shouldn't
be a thing, by the way.

No argument here.

Could this guy be an LMD?

Well, if there's already
been one of Phil Coulson,

it seems like a possible explanation.

But I would need to talk to
the idiot who designed them.

That might be hard.

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I don't recall letting
any Terrans onto my ship.

Take him fellas.

Give these two a better
view of the stars.

All right, all right, all right!

Wait. Let's just talk.

Your ship won't survive
the next re-entry.

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What do you mean?

Your heat shields are misaligned.

Your crew hasn't spotted it,

and I haven't had a chance to fix it.

You throw me out into space,
you lose your best engineer.

I'm more productive than the
rest of your crew combined.

I doubt that.

You do the math.

I patched all your fuel lines

and rebuilt your entire
tank irrigation system.

He also increased the efficiency

of the CO2 scrubbers by 30 percent,

which has the added benefit

of making the Xandarian
snails more fertile.

Yeah. And Enoch here
you'd be hard-pressed

to find someone that knows
more about snail farming.

You're still a filthy Terran liar.

When you crewed up on Sivos,

you told me this was your first haul.

You're obviously running.

I'll be doing someone a favor.

Wait...

We'll work for free.

Finally a persuasive argument.

Fix the heat shields.

And, actually,

that airlock's been leaky
since we shipped out.

No one's been able to
pinpoint the problem.

If you can get all that done
before we arrive at Naro-Atzia,

I'll consider not
kicking you out that door.

Nice to have breathable air again.

Yeah. It'll be a shame to see it go.

Is there any interference?

Straight shot. Plenty of leeway.

Should be fun.

You know, each of us...

we have a very different definition
of what that word means.

Why do I feel like you're about
to enlighten me with yours?

You know, why not take a breath here?

This place has sugar water, blue sky.

Maybe kick back before
it's reduced to ash.

Sounds like powering down.

Or charging up, right?

I mean, didn't you ever take a load off

back in your home turf,
your past life or whatever?

One day, you're gonna tell us about it.

Don't hold your breath.

Hey!

You two have some I.D.?
This area's restricted.

You must not have known we were coming.

Uh, we're almost done
here, so you can...

Done with what? Who are you?

We were hired by the Conglomerated
Ministry of Shipping.

The Shipping Department?

The... The Min... I don't know.

It was worth a shot.

These guys must need something.

And when they go for it,
we'll be watching.

Agent Fox was a good kid.

You might want to spend
some time with Keller,

talk him through this.

He recommended Fox for this job.

I think he'll be going to
someone else for comfort.

Don't torture yourself.

Just going through it.

Gotta do something.

I'm sorry.

He was from your hometown, right?

Nearby.

He was me 10 years ago.

That's giving yourself a lot of credit.

You know, I'm here if you need me.

I'll be okay.

But you don't have to get there alone.

And yesterday, when you said...

That was yesterday.

There's been a sighting.

Heard some chatter about a man

firing a strange gun
outside a shipping yard.

Security was able to
make a positive I.D.

Where?

Just outside Cincinnati,

not far from that convenience store.

One of the guys was with him.

I need you two to canvass the area.

And everyone else?

I'll instruct all agents
we have a new target

that looks exactly like Phil Coulson.

Hey.

I only took the job because you
promised me full transparency,

and you're keeping me in the dark.

Listen. We've given you
everything we have.

Yeah, but you forgot to mention the fact

that your former boss had died
and come back to life before.

- That's not what this is.
- Are you sure?

This LMD theory's not panning out...

LMDs don't have DNA.

We didn't bring him
back to life... trust me.

That was a hot topic.

Well, maybe he never
died in the first place.

You love secrets, Melinda.
Anything you want to share?

- Hey, take it easy.
- I was there... until the very end.

He's gone.

You have no right to question that.

Find me a way to kill that thing
out there pretending to be him.

And if that's too hard,

you know your way back to the bar.

That sounds nice right about now.

And good luck sorting
out this evidence alone.

Okay, that's enough.

Now, is this the DNA
you're talking about?

Yeah.

This is a sample from
the convenience store.

At first, I thought it was alien

radiation markers I've never seen,

foreign methyl groups.

Strip that all away,
and what you have left

is a 100-percent match
for Phillip J. Coulson.

I want you to keep an eye on Pax.

He's starting to sound like Tinker.

They all crack sooner or later.

Might not be a bad idea to
start looking for replacements.

Are we happy?

Tinker would know for sure.

But I think once we have the P-E-Gs,

this will sing its beautiful song.

First, the lock-in.

Then we rampage.

He's gonna kill us.

I thought you said this ship was safe.

It was...

until your curious
aversion to Xandarian snails

exposed you as human.

Sivians are notoriously xenophobic.

Are they really?

Well, that would have been
a nice detail to include

when you taught me the language.

These guys are very unpleasant.

Still, we have managed to remain hidden

from whomever cut our
previous ship in half.

Doesn't matter how well
you're hidden if you're dead.

By your tone, I gather you are
not optimistic about our chances.

Call it a hunch.

I, on the other hand, am confident

we will find a way to
return you to cryostasis.

According to the Seer, you
are needed in the future

to prevent an extinction-level event.

I just want to find Jemma.

Oh, hey. Hey. We're done. We're done.

So?

Airlock's fixed, and your
heat shields are realigned.

A diagnostic will confirm it.

I don't know what scared you
bad enough to hide on this ship,

but... pbht! it sure worked out for me.

You're right... the rest
of the crew is lagging.

In fact, while you were
being so productive,

I took your advice... did the math.

And I realized it's wasteful
for me to pay employees

when I have two harder-working slaves.

So I thought, why not
let the dead weight go?

You're relieving the engineering
crew of their duties?

I don't think that's
what he's talking about.

They'll be getting off before we land.

Glad that airlock's working again.

Wait.

I-I can train them to be more efficient.

Or...

you could shut your mouth

and be thankful I let you live.

I'm not known for my tact,
but more my honesty.

And while I know this
is not my business,

perhaps now it is my job to ask.

What do you want to know?

Who was this Coulson guy, really?

He started out as a
dedicated agent, and he...

Who was he to May?

Hmm.

You know what it's like to have a memory

that's too painful to revisit.

Of course.

Well...

May's pain is running
around, killing people.

Then it's my job to help stop it.

Can I help you find something?

I was hoping you could fill me in

on what a woman really
wants around here.

I'm looking for something...

Special?

Exactly.

Hi.

Let's see what we can do.

- What do you think...
- Mm.

... about this?

A little plain, don't you think?

What about the pieces you save
for your most loyal customers?

The ones you don't keep in these cases?

Price is not an issue here.

I could pull some items
from our vault for you.

The vault. That sounds impressive.

I know.

Right now, you're sizing me up,

wondering how much paper money
a guy like me has to spend.

Could be a big sale.

Your heart rate goes up a little.

Can you feel it?

We always do our best
to meet our customers' needs.

Oh, don't worry about me.
I'll be leaving satisfied.

Worry about you, your heart rate,

because it's about to go
nuts when we rob this place.

People fantasize about doing
something heroic in times like these,

but I'd save your own skin.

My crew is about
to incapacitate these guys.

Hold it!

Don't worry.

Snow.

You'll be a beautiful butterfly.

They don't all become
butterflies, sweetheart.

Not everyone comes back as a butterfly.

Okay, that was a touch more
violent than I expected,

but it proves my point.

A hero after all.

The good news is you won't pay for it.

Right now, you're very valuable to us.

No one else can get us into that vault.

You think Coulson's crew
swapped out their rig?

We would have found where
they ditched the old one.

What were they doing?
There's nothing here.

There was something worth defending.

Or just another person in the way.

How's Keller holding up?

Not great, but he's still in the game.

Are you two a thing already?

'Cause Mack thinks so.

Well, he's Director for a reason.

That man is too observant sometimes.

He's got bigger things to worry about.

But... be careful with Keller.

That's how things get messy.

Seriously?

You're the one that told me to go for it

just, like, yesterday.

Yeah, but that was before I started

hunting someone with Coulson's face.

Yo-Yo, May, he's been sighted.

His crew is raiding a jewelry store
a half-mile from your location.

Keller and a Tac Team are
en route to meet you there.

But be careful.

Copy that. We're on our way.

That won't be opening anytime soon.

Death is just the beginning
of a magnificent journey.

You don't have to kill everything.

We might need her.

Well, what are you all waiting for?

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It's our fault that the
other engineers are in trouble.

We've got to help them.

Our options were limited.

If the end goal is finding your
friend Jemma in the future...

Yeah, end goal, sure,
but I can't just sit here.

Can you?

Okay, cool, cool. Cool, cool, cool.

Well, I would never be able
to look Jemma in the eye again, so...

If we take action,

we risk conflict with a superior force.

I do not see how we can
achieve all desired outcomes.

We find weapons, and we fight.

I am not that kind of Chronicom.

Well, then what? What?

I'm sorry to say,

but if you plan on going against Viro,

you may as well join the crew

and step into the airlock yourself.

Suppose I don't have a choice.

Lock it down.

He's dead.

The lock's blown.

So they're still in there?

No one's left the building.

Check the perimeter.

There's no other exits.

If they want to leave,
they'll have to get through us.

This all feels wrong.

I know.

Why follow a terrorist
attack with a jewel heist?

What could they want?

Not sure.

But no version of Coulson would
come in here without an exit strategy.

I need to see into that vault.

How many people did
Mack say went in there?

Three plus a hostage.

Then why do I see five heat signatures?

Still nothing?

They're all shiny but totally useless.

This place was supposed
to have the good stuff.

Where the hell is it?

Time's a factor now.

Listen... "Dah-nah,"

Snow here is dying to spill your
spiritual energy all over the floor,

but I can hold her off.

Just need you to point us towards
your premium merchandise.

You have hundreds of
thousands of dollars' worth

of diamonds right there.

What more do you want?

This?

You people care about this junk?

I'm talking about P-E-Gs.

You know, P-E-Gs. Help me, Jaco.

Piezoelectric gems.

Crystals that are naturally polarized

and can generate electric charge

under applied mechanical pressure.

What? Crystals?

We have some quartz... or
topaz in the bottom drawer.

Finally. Thank you.

Keep looking. Better
stock up while we can.

Here.

Let's see whether this
one's a winner or not.

Wait, wait, wait.

That wall is two feet
thick, steel and concrete.

They have a way out.

How?

Some kind of tech?

Must be.

It seems like every time
we get close, they vanish.

The museum, the
shipping yard, the store.

We're missing something.

We're missing everything.

There's no way to know
where they're going.

Or maybe it's somewhere
they've already been.

May!

I can't let you do this.

You may be a good engineer,

but you do not look
like much of a fighter.

Yeah. Maybe not.

But if you listen to me,

I can make you a lot more money.

No one has to die.

Hmm.

Sounds like more
trouble than it's worth.

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You might not need them...

but you need me.

Is this about being a hero?

It's about a woman,

being able to look her in the eye again.

Well, you've shown me that
everyone is replaceable.

And that woman?

She'll have to replace you.

Okay. Hey.

Wait. Trust me you'll regret it.

It doesn't have to end like this.

Yes, it does.

You're forcing me to make a point.

Enjoy your last few moments
of moral superiority.

Looks like your friend here
made the smarter choice.

Come on. Come on, Enoch.

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The snails may not have fared so well.

Yeah, well, I can live with that.

Viro could not be reasoned with.

You were right in preparing
for the most violent outcome.

It wasn't so hard to predict.

There's a part of me that knows how
uncompromising hateful men can be.

I'm stepping outside...

see if I can get this thing powered up.

Hey, Jaco. Take everything.

It's all worth something on this turf.

All right.

That was fast.

Where is he?

Little help!

I'll finish up in here.

Don't kill her without me.

I'm in here! Help!

How much longer?

A couple more minutes.

Shh.

Ohh. Ohh.

Please, don't kill me!

Drop the knife,

and tell me where the hell your boss is.

I'm picking up on a lot of
unhealthy anger from you.

Come on!

Run. Don't look back.

Help! Somebody help!

Really?

Ohh!

Seriously?

I leave for three minutes,
and the plan goes all to hell.

Coulson?

No! Wait!

How did you get in here?

What happened?

I lost.

Sarge...

you froze.

Back there? Not really.

A little.

That word.

"Coulson".

What does that mean?

I don't know.

But it rings a bell.

Really?

This one's not for me.

I thought you might need
it after you see this.

Now, I finally cracked that chip
we found on the concrete guy.

It's a biological hard drive.

Speaking of painful memories.

So they have advanced tech.

Yeah, but that's not the alarming part.

End of the line!

Let's get out while we still can!

Wherever these people came
from, I think they destroyed it.

We'll return in a moment.

We are approaching Naro-Atzia.

Is it safe for us down there?

It will be challenging to conceal

that we have murdered the Controller.

The crew will be labeled mutineers...

a death sentence in
this section of space.

So we'd need to sneak off the ship.

It is possible you and I could escape

by submerging ourselves in
the Xandarian snail tanks

before they're unloaded.

But the other crew members...

Firstly... no.

But more importantly, we
did this to keep them alive,

so where do we take them?

They could easily find employment

on the planet of Kitson.

We should have just
enough fuel to reach it

if we change course now.

But what about your plan
to go back into cryo-sleep

and join Jemma Simmons in the future?

I've got time.

Simmons.

What did you just do?

He's here.

I can feel it.