All language subtitles for Marvels Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D S03E04 - Devils You Know

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

Fitz!

You're safe.
That portal won't open again.

But it has to. I have to go back.

I'm on my third hand.

May took off on vacation
and never came back,

so I lost my right hand, too.

Things keep coming at us.

New Inhumans, the ATCU,
and this new guy.

You should have seen him.
It was a whole new level!

Do you even know who the hell I am?

You're Werner von Strucker.

Your father was one of
Hydra's greatest leaders.

Hydra's fractured.
We're gonna rebuild it.

- Dr. Garner?
- Yeah.

I was hoping to add your class.

I plan to put Ward six feet underground.

- What's your way in?
- From below. Climb the ranks.

You certainly don't make
it easy to get a meeting.

The boss doesn't want it to be easy.

But he's always interested
in meeting people

who can prove themselves.

3x04 - "Devils You Know"

I can't tell.

I can't tell just by
looking at it. Can you?

Nobody can. It's chicken.

I think I'm gonna have to cut into it.

- There's nothing worse than dry chicken.
- Yep. I got you. Here.

- Are you expecting someone?
- No.

No way.

- Alisha, what are you doing here?
- Hey.

Sorry to drop by like
this, but it's important.

The Terrigen got out.

When we saw Lincoln in the news

and all that stuff about
a government task force...

We knew it was bad. We
just didn't know how bad.

The world sees us as a threat.
We need to stick together ...

those of us who've been here
since before the Outbreak.

Wait, are you the one

who sent us that weird
e-mail the other day?

- What e-mail?
- The one about finding

the rest of our people,
bringing them back together.

No. Can you show it to me?

No!

Alisha, talk to me.
What's happening?

She's dead. He killed her.
It's here.

Daisy, Mack, move in now!

Something's attacking!
Alisha's down!

No.

Sir, we've got three dead.
We're gonna need backup.

Looks like the killer's on the ...
Daisy, wait! Daisy!

Damn it.

Alisha!
Alisha, can you hear me?!

He's here. He's here to kill us.

And you can't stop him.

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I assure you, we're
looking for the suspects right now.

Please just go back into your
apartments and lock your doors.

Thank you for your cooperation.
Detective.

Think they bought it?

Don't know. The old
lady's a trickster ...

Had her hand on one of those
911 Red-Alert necklaces.

We don't have much time before
the official authorities get here.

Gather whatever you can find
before we lose the scene.

I thought this was just supposed
to be a recruiting mission.

It was. I don't know where
this attack came from.

Is Alisha gonna be okay?

She felt it happen ... went into shock.

Med team's evac-ing
her to containment now.

Before the attack,

she said something about
the couple getting an e-mail.

- Fitz?
- Laptop. On it.

What about Daisy and Mack?

They could use backup out there.

I know you really want to get
back into action, Agent Morse,

but the answer's "no."
You're still rehabbing.

You haven't passed the physical.

- Understood, sir.
- Daisy, what's your location?

Daisy, do you copy?

You're cutting in and out, sir.

We've trailed the killer
to the industrial park

a half a mile South of you.
Backup would be nice.

On its way. Hold tight.

Copy that.

How did I let you talk me into this?

I had a garage, workbench
full of new tools,

my own espresso machine.

We got to figure out how
this thing is finding Inhumans

- and why it's killing them.
- I know why.

- Yeah? Why?
- Instinct.

It's like a great white
shark, built to eat, sleep ...

And kill.

I was gonna say "make
little baby sharks,"

but then "Jaws" was probably 20 years

before you were born, so...

Do we have movement?

I don't know.
I can't see a damn thing.

Well, do you want me to take point?

I'm going.
I'm going.

Hmm.

Found something.
Could be from our monster.

- Oh, blue. Not clear.
- What?

I said, "blue. Not clear."

How many times am I ...

Okay, look, Simmons and
I have created a system.

"B" is for "blue" is
for "biological sample."

Right, another system.
How could I forget?

Just saying ... where
I come from, blue is for recycle.

Well, that is insane.

"R" I could understand ...
"R" is for "red" is ...

Regardless, we could use
Simmons' eyes on these samples.

Think she'd be up for that?

- Uh, I don't know.
- Heard you guys had dinner.

Mm-hmm.

She open up to you at all
about what happened to her?

Not really. Why?
Did she say something to you?

No.

- Helicopters.
- We need to move.

Oh, it's got to be long gone.

I mean, something that big
can't just slip away without ...

Damn it.
I had to jinx it, didn't I?

Sounds like something's
trying to get out.

Or in.
Come on.

Three...

...two...

Put the weapons down!

Get down! Put it down!
Put it down!

- Put your weapons down!
- Lower your weapons!

Stand down!
Everybody, stand down!

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s not the
enemy, and you definitely

don't want to piss off the
young Agent Johnson here.

We've got about 19 Agent
Johnsons on our side,

though none that can
take down a building.

Rosalind Price, by the way.

- Coulson?
- It's okay. The ATCU is here to help.

Really? 'Cause, the other day,

they wanted Daisy's head
for their trophy case.

- Agent Mackenzie.
- Bit of an exaggeration.

But that was then, and this is now.

And right now, we're here to
contain a threat, same as you.

Fan out!

I get that you cut a deal with
them, but for the record ...

It's a means to an end.

Ours or theirs?

Pack everything, computers,
clothes, phones,

- anything they've touched.
- Where are you taking the victims?

That's classified...
Oh.

It's not fun when it's you, right?

Can't believe I just said that to
the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

You know, I'm really not feeling
the spirit of cooperation here.

You know, we had an agreement.

You were supposed to share intel.

And I did, 'cause, look ...
you're here.

How did you find them, Coulson?
And why wasn't I informed?

You were informed as soon
as we engaged the hostile.

I'm talking about before you got here.

This is the first time I've
encountered a couple like this.

- How so?
- This wasn't the usual response call

to deal with somebody who just turned.

- Look around. No cocoons.
- Maybe it didn't happen here.

Shane and Lori Hanson ...

They lived here for the
last 18 months, and yet never

visited an emergency room,
never missed time at work,

didn't socialize with co-workers,
had zero presence online.

So they were introverts.

They were already enhanced
before the Outbreak.

So I will ask you again, in
the spirit of cooperation...

...how did you find them, Coulson?

- They were friends of a friend.
- You mean Daisy's friends.

Look, we can do this
all day, but there's

an enhanced person out
there killing people,

and I'd really like to catch him.
Are you gonna help or not?

I like when you get all tough.

All right, we'll take it from here.
I'll call if I find anything.

You're welcome, by the way.

Oh, don't take it personally, Phil.

I'm sure you have other
evildoers out there to catch.

Nice haul.
New recruit brought you these?

Yeah. Same bloke who brought
these took out spud last week.

He's a tough bastard.

I like that he didn't
come empty-handed.

Hmm. Might be helpful on the
next job, whatever that is.

Sorry, Kebo.
That's level seven.

Level seven. Right.

I'm messing with you.
It was a S.H.I.E.L.D. thing ...

one of their ridiculous
codes of bureaucracy,

though I will say there are a few things

that S.H.I.E.L.D. got right ...
things they valued.

And I don't mean money...
or power or resources.

Now, take this job, for instance.

It's all about accountability, patience,

an attention to detail
that requires a...

personal touch.

Those kinds of things
mattered at S.H.I.E.L.D.

Almost a shame we're
gonna bring it all down.

- So, what's the job?
- Don't know.

- When's it going down?
- Don't know.

- Any idea where?
- Not yet.

You do realize the point
of intelligence gathering

is to gather intelligence?

The point is, I'm
moving up the food chain.

And that lunatic Kebo is
finally bringing me in on a job.

Or luring you into a trap.
We have to be smart about this.

It's not complicated, really.
Just point, shoot, repeat as necessary.

You don't have enough intel.
It's sloppy.

If it's a chance to
find Ward, it's worth it.

What happens if you walk into
a roomful of Hydra enforcers

with guns pointed at your head?

That's what you're here for ...
to help. Try to keep up, love.

This isn't funny, Hunter.

What if there are
innocent lives at risk?

There's always lives at risk!

You were there...

when Bobbi was bleeding out in my arms.

Ward did that.

If I have a shot at
finding him, I'm taking it.

I have to...
before Bobbi gets back in the field.

Look...
I want Ward as bad as you do.

But I don't think his life
is worth yours or Bobbi's.

Well, on that, we can agree.

Once you get the time
and place, call me.

Yes, mum.

The DNA results came in.

They confirm the killer is an Inhuman.

- He's killing his own kind.
- I don't get it.

If he knows what it's like,
what we go through, I just ...

I refuse to believe Mack's
"great white shark" theory.

He's not some mindless wrecking machine.

Agreed. The killer's tracking its prey.
The question is how.

Alisha knew these people.

They were friends of
hers before the Outbreak.

Maybe the killer was, too.

It's possible, but before
Alisha was attacked,

the couple mentioned that they
got some weird e-mail, right?

Well, that e-mail had a
nasty virus attached to it.

It chewed up the operating
system like a blender.

I was able to un-mangle
it, and it looks like

the virus was planted
to track their location.

Do we know of any other
Inhumans who got this e-mail?

Joey Gutierrez didn't. I checked.

But the others ... I don't know.

It's not like we have a ton
of candidates to work with.

Reach out to the ATCU.
Let them know what you found.

Taking this team-spirit
thing a little far, aren't we?

Fitz and I grabbed that
laptop before they got there.

Why would we share this intel?

We know the ATCU has
found Inhumans in the past,

confiscated all their belongings.

Let's see if they've come
across this virus before.

If we share with them,
what do we get in return?

- What do you want?
- I don't know. Let's start

with how many
Inhumans they've come across,

- where they take them.
- Daisy has a good point, sir.

We don't know nearly enough about them.

I agree, but if you want answers,
then you gotta play ball.

Share the intel, trace
the virus to its source.

It was bitter, not sweet at all.

I'd imagined the taste of
a fresh strawberry for months,

but like most things since being back,

- it just wasn't what I'd remembered.
- Most things aren't.

Memories have a funny
way of changing on you

when you're not looking.
How about you?

You feel any different
since you've been back?

Besides your taste buds, I mean.

- Any trouble sleeping or anxiety?
- No.

Shock, rage...

- depression?
- I know you're looking for signs of PTSD.

But I assure you, I'm fine.

You've been through
something pretty extreme.

There will be after-effects,
and that's okay.

It's okay to struggle,
to feel uncomfortable in your own skin.

I'm not one of your Inhuman
patients, Dr. Garner.

No. No, you're not.

But survivor stories have
always fascinated me ...

how they got through it.

The Chilean miners relied on routine ...

work, exercise, rest,
gave each other jobs.

- They had each other.
- Well, not all of them.

One hiker was stranded on mount
hood for six nights in the snow.

Said her faith saved her ...

that and the thought of all
the loose ends she left behind,

the people she cared about.

- She never gave up hope.
- I did.

Do you remember a specific
moment when that happened?

Honestly, I'd rather
look forward than back.

I have a very interesting new project

- that I'm trying to focus on.
- Okay. You don't have to talk about it.

Just know
you got a lot of friends here

who care a lot about you.

You're safe now, Jemma.
It's over.

You're wrong.

She puts up a good
front, but I'm worried about her.

You should be.
The woman was stranded

alone on a barren
alien world for months.

She's dealing with a lot of emotions

and won't open up about any of them.

I know you can't discuss specifics,

- but is she making any progress?
- Nah. You can't rush her.

No field work. I mean it, Phil.

And when I give you a recommendation,
I want you to respect it this time.

Hey, what are you talking about?

I'm talking about the Inhuman
you have in containment ...

You know, the one I never even met,

- let alone cleared for a mission?
- Alisha came to us.

She was worried about her friends.

And how many more like
her are you hiding?

- That's not what we're doing.
- These people have problems!

I'm not just gonna turn a blind eye

and rubber-stamp them
for your new team.

And I'm not asking you to.
This was a simple recruitment mission.

Alisha wanted to go.
Nobody saw that attack coming.

You trying to justify that to me...
or to yourself?

- May?
- Coulson. Andrew.

Am I interrupting something?

I can't believe Hunter reached
out to you like that.

I specifically told
everyone to give you space

while you were on leave.

Man's on a mission.
He's desperate.

- How desperate?
- His latest bad idea ...

walking into a Hydra stronghold alone
for a shot at finding Ward.

I admire his courage.
Sounds like suicide.

Ward knows Hunter's face.

If there's a chance they run
into each other on this job ...

- Hunter needs backup.
- More than I can provide.

That's saying a lot.
Most of our resources are focused

on focused on a manhunt right
now ... or a monster hunt.

But if this leads to Ward,
that would be huge.

- When is Hunter going in?
- I'm waiting on specifics.

But I know Hunter's been operating

primarily on the Eastern seaboard.

He's in too deep, Phil.
It's affected his judgment.

- What?
- It's like you never left.

- But I did.
- Look, I'm sorry Andrew's here.

I didn't mean to make it more awkward.

- It's fine. We're all professionals.
- Yeah, but we're also friends.

If the reason you haven't come back

- is because we're working with him ...
- It's not.

I told you ... I can find
someone else to consult.

Don't.
Andrew's really good at what he does.

- You need him.
- Yeah. But I can replace him.

You ... not so much.

What happened with you two?

The reason Andrew left me had
nothing to do with S.H.I.E.L.D.

It's ... It's about me.
Always has been.

You're too hard on yourself.
You know that?

- Hey. No tie?
- Still practicing.

- Look better without it.
- Thanks.

I'll call you as soon
as Hunter reaches out.

The hairs are deteriorating.

That's odd.

Did you place it in
the right receptacle?

- And double-checked the seal.
- And the stain?

Fitz, we're dealing with Inhuman DNA.
Anything's possible.

I'll check it again.

What's all this?

Data on the Monolith?
Schematics?

There's notes all over this
in Simmons' handwriting.

- Seismic mounts. Cry...
- What are you doing?!

- Jemma, I'm just trying to ...
- No, don't.

Look, those are mine, and
now they're all out of order.

- And you ... what did you tell him?
- Jemma, relax.

We're ... We're just
analyzing the Inhuman's DNA.

- All this data ... what's it for?
- Look, just stay away from my things.

What just happened? Wha...

- Did she say something to you?
- It should come from her.

- Thought you left.
- I was waiting for you.

- Are ... Are you back?
- No.

Melinda, can we talk?

- That's what we're doing.
- Yeah. Not here.

I mean ... could you slow
up for a second, please?

Honestly, Andrew, I don't need
to hear any more apologies.

We went away to figure out who
we'd be outside of S.H.I.E.L.D.

You didn't like what you saw.
Let's move on.

That's not true.
I had a great time.

So did I, until you
fell off the face of the Earth ...

- no calls, no texts.
- That had nothing to do with you.

Please, don't give me the
"it's not you, it's me" speech.

- You can do better than that.
- You're right. I...

I can do better, and I want to.

I'd just rather not do it here, now.

Maybe after my class
tomorrow, you could come by.

- I don't think so.
- Damn it, Melinda,

I-I know I've handled this all wrong.

I shouldn't have walked away like I did.

I did the same to you.

Now we're even.

I reached out to the ATCU
and talked to that guy Banks.

What did he give you?

Besides a case of the creeps,
he said the virus I found

was sent out to the other
Inhumans they've come across.

- They just didn't spot it.
- See? Cooperation pays off.

It was hardly cooperation.
Not only didn't they find the virus,

- but they couldn't trace it, either.
- I'm guessing you did.

Meet Dwight Frye ...

former programmer, serial
online gamer, and I.T. guy.

- The killer has an I.T. guy?
- What if he was one before he changed?

Interesting theory.

He works for the social
security administration.

Yeah, but he hasn't been there in weeks.

He'd have access to all kinds of
records, be able to track people.

Forget that. How did
the ATCU not track him?

He's one of their own.
He's a government employee.

- You think the ATCU knew about him?
- Worse.

- What if they're running him?
- I think the conspiracy

nut in you had a few too
many lattes this morning.

I did have a latte.
It was a double.

But if I didn't know any better,
I'd say you were defending the ATCU...

- or the dragon lady.
- I assume you mean Rosalind?

There's that first-name thing again ...
it's a dead giveaway.

I mean, don't feel bad.

She's sharp, attractive, head
of a big, shady organization.

- I don't like where this is going.
- You think I do?

Go grab Mack and a flight team.

We're gonna see what this Mr. Frye
has to say for himself.

Copy that.

Look who's here.

- Her again?
- Remember, best behavior.

- Coulson.
- Ms. Price. See?

- Called you first this time.
- Very nice of you.

- Signs of life inside?
- All quiet. Perimeter's locked up.

Once the threat's contained,

our holding facility
is prepped to take him.

I'd like to see that sometime,

make sure you're not
going all Guant�namo.

Oh, well, that can be arranged,

as long as I can get
something in return,

like a visit to your secret base

or maybe a ride
on that fancy new plane?

You know that door
won't open itself, right?

Hey.
Hey.

It's okay.
We're not here to hurt you.

What? I...

I can't hear you.
What did you say?

Get out!
Get out! Get out!

Get out! Get out!!

Get out!

- Daisy, you all right?
- Yeah. But he's not.

Mr. Frye, come out and say "hello."

- How hard did you hit him?
- Not that hard.

So what's wrong with him?

I don't know, but I
don't think he's our guy.

She's killing me.
Get her out of here.

He's having some kind of reaction
to our special friend here.

You think?

If we want answers, might
help if she's not here.

Just a thought.

Well, pretty strong meds you got here.

Ever since I turned,
migraine hits me like a bus

anytime I get close to
one of... whatever we are.

The rash is just a bonus.

So you're a diving rod
for others like you.

Is that how you find your victims?

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- We have all your computers.

We know about the virus ...
how you sent it to all of them.

You're the brains of the operation,

and your giant pit bull
does all the killing for you.

Is that it?

Where you going, Mr. Frye?

- What the ...
- Be careful. It's got a laser finger.

Talk to us. How did you
know who these victims were?

Lash gave me their names.

All I did was track them down.

Lash? Big guy, dreads, likes
to leave holes in people?

- That sounds like our pit bull.
- Yeah, great.

Looks like good old Dwight
here will lead us right to him.

I don't know where he is.
I mean, he always comes to me.

If all you did was
track down the victims,

- how did he know their names?
- Divine inspiration.

You guys don't get it.

You should be helping
him, not hunting him.

Help him kill people ...
'cause, sure, that makes sense.

Do you think he likes doing
what he's doing?

He doesn't.

Ever since I turned,
I feel like my skin is on fire

and there's a jackhammer in my head.

I wake up thinking that
the pain will go away...

but it doesn't.

The only thing that helps is
when Lash does his thing ...

sends us freaks back to where we belong.

I didn't want this.

And I know I'm not the only one.

Mr. Frye, we can help you,
but you have to trust me ...

- this Lash is not some angel of mercy.
- No, he's no angel.

He's just a guy trying
to do the right thing.

Andrew could help him.

There's no way the ATCU has anyone
on their staff with his experience.

And where are they taking him?
Do we even know?

We can't just give them
free rein like this.

- We can't just look away.
- Mack, you accompany them.

Check out the containment facility.

Gather whatever intel you can.
Report back to me.

I should be on that truck, too, sir.

We got a major Hydra operation
unfolding. I may need you.

- Not as much as Frye needs me.
- Look, I don't like it, "D."

You were in their cross
hairs just the other day.

Yeah, and look how that worked out.

- We're ready to roll.
- Not quite yet.

- How heavily sedated is Frye?
- On a scale of 1 to 10, about a 6.

No one likes a drooler. Why?

I need you to squeeze
two more onto that truck.

That's not what we agreed on.

Sharing is a two-way street.
We invited you to the party.

Now we need to know what
you're doing with the guests.

Come on, Rosalind.
Fair is fair.

Just give me a minute.

All right. Hop on board.

- Do you really have a laser finger?
- Sorry. It's classified.

Looks like your rehab's going well.

Can't lie.
Doesn't feel like it.

I understand.
I read up on your surgeries ...

- two on the knee, three on the lung.
- What's left of it.

Don't forget those
fun-loving abscesses.

Well, knowing you, I'm sure
you'll be 100% in no time.

I'm sorry I snapped before.

- No apology necessary.
- I thought you told Fitz

- what I told you, and I ...
- Jemma, seriously, stop.

I mean, here I am, complaining to you,

after what you've been through.

Have you told anyone else
that you want to go back?

You might want to.

There's someone in particular
who's really worried about you.

I wonder who that might be.

He's driving me nuts, you know?
The other day, he snapped at

me just because I put a bio
sample into a clear specimen bag.

Clear?

Well, "B" is for "blue"
is for "biological."

And now I see how that would
drive you out of the lab.

Actually, um... it's
not all Fitz's fault.

I just got this old,

familiar feeling in
my gut and had to run.

What feeling is that?

Like Hunter's in trouble.

Clearly, punctuality ain't
one of Hydra's core values.

Funny. Hands on the car.

I thought we were past all that.

Got to make sure you're
clean ... director's orders.

- Director?
- It's a thing with the boss ...

some kind of S.H.I.E.L.D. nonsense.

- In you go, Richy.
- Oh, I ain't getting in the bloody boot.

- It stinks of rotten bananas in there.
- Does, doesn't it?

Always in the bloody...

Get comfy, now. It's
gonna be a long ride.

Oh, when you say long, how ...

- I feel like we're driving in circles.
- I bet we are.

Probably buying time for Mr.
Banks to clean up their facility.

Didn't you catch how
fast he left the scene?

Yeah, so he could get rid of anything
"Roz" doesn't want us to see.

Yeah, that, or he's
prepping a cell for you.

It's his funeral.

I feel like his meds are wearing off.

I only told them the truth ...

that you're being... merciful.

I'm not merciful.
I'm necessary.

No. No, no.

What the hell happened?

The ATCU brought us all to
a local E.R. to get checked out.

You got a concussion,
separated your shoulder.

- Everyone else make it?
- Not Frye.

Lash killed him.

- Lucky he didn't kill you, too.
- Yeah. Lucky.

What's up, "D"?
You holding something back?

I... I saw something.
And I'm not sure,

but I don't think Lash is
just some great white shark.

I think he can turn into a person.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Wait. You... You're telling me that you

saw him transform into
a ... a regular guy?

It was all shadows,
so I didn't get a good

look at him, but it
would explain a lot ...

How he comes and goes,
disappears when he needs to.

I mean, think about it, Mack.
He could be anybody.

Oh, good. You're awake.

- How you feeling?
- Like a truck fell on me.

Well, at least you
lived to tell the tale.

Hmm.

Where's Coulson?
I've been trying to reach him.

He's on a mission after
a high-value target ...

a human one, so not your thing.

- And that too. Okay?
- Yeah.

Good luck.

Coulson's leaving with a tac team?

May and Hunter have a lead on Ward.

Sounds like a dodgy situat...

Wait. They didn't tell you?

I'm sorry.

It's tough when people
keep things from you.

- Wakey-wakey.
- Where are we?

Welcome to where all the fun begins.

Director's still mulling over
a code name for the place ...

"Nemesis," "Omega point."

Sounds a bit too
S.H.I.E.L.D. for my liking.

Rumor has it the director
spent some time with them.

You planning some sort of raid?

Always planning something.

You can ask the director yourself.

- So... this the new guy?
- Yeah.

- Turn around, Richy.
- Yeah, Richy.

- Why so shy?
- My name isn't Richy...

...director.

Director, get to cover!

Check the perimeter.
Look for S.H.I.E.L.D. reinforcements.

I got nothing!

Not a man, not a vehicle in sight!

Come on, Hunter.
You weren't actually dumb enough

to come here all cowboy, were you?

Sorry, this coming from the guy who
shot his own girlfriend by mistake?

I was hoping you were dead
and Bobbi was coming for me.

At least that rematch
would have been more even.

Hardly.

I heard it took two of
you after hours of torture.

Yeah, lesson learned.

Should have rigged the
door with a grenade.

Took your bloody time.

- How many did you count?
- 11, including Ward.

- I've taken out five.
- Slow day?

May... is that you?

'Cause that would be great.

I mean, I was hoping to hold
out for a little while longer.

Coulson, what's your E.T.A.?

We're still 20 minutes
out from your position.

You need to get out of
there, May, right now.

I'm not sure we can do that.

I don't care if a fleet of
helicarriers flies in here.

That son of a bitch is mine.

So glad you're here, May.
I was planning on heading out

with a truck full of weapons
that Hunter so kindly supplied.

Looking to cause a little mayhem,
draw S.H.I.E.L.D. out,

when, instead...

- ...you came to me.
- You're trapped, Ward.

Hey. Don't interrupt.

Not before you see my surprise.

That's a live feed, in
case you're wondering.

Dr. Garner's on his way to
teach a class right now ...

Psych 301, I believe.

I've got my men on him right now.

He's bluffing.

Watching him die like this
isn't quite the same as,

oh, let's say, holding the
woman you love in your arms

while she breathes her last breath.

But, hey...

it's the best I could
do on such short notice.

He's trying to get in your
head. The video is fake.

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey, professor.

Where you been?

If I don't call off my
men in the next 30 seconds,

Dr. Andrew Garner,
the ex-Mr. May, is a dead man.

All you have to do is
put your weapons down,

- and I'll let you go.
- Son of a bitch.

- You're lying!
- I'm not.

Give you my word, May.

You know, you're a
tough guy to track down.

What's going on here, Alex?

He has a warehouse full of
guns here that I brought him.

A lot of people will die, May.

- May?
- It's Andrew.

I'm sorry.

No!

May, what's happening?

Come in. May.

It's Andrew.

Ward's going to kill him.
You have to get to him!

Come on! Come on!

Lie down.

We'll return in a moment.

Come in.

Thank Fitz, but there's no
reason to dote over me. I'm fine.

Why do you want to
rebuild the portal, Jemma?

I saw the schematics, the data,

the astronomical research
you've been doing, and...

...I just can't understand it.

After everything you've been through...

- Why would you ...
- Because I have to get back there.

And I need your help to do it.

Something happened to me,
Fitz, on the other side.

It's time I told you the truth...

about everything.

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