All language subtitles for Marvels Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D S06E02

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.

[ Creatures screeching ]

[ Groaning ]

Clear 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.

-[ Screams ]
-Come on!

♪♪

Let her go.

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

Never heard of it.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Bottle clatters ]

Mm.
[ Sniffs ]

♪♪

[ Boxes clatter ]

♪♪

Huh.

[ Object clatters ]

♪♪

[ Groans ]

Sweet.

♪♪

[ Slurps ]
Mmm.

Pax: 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?

[ Bag thuds ]

Paper.
With faces on it.

Great.
One of those.

[ Money rustles ]

At least it's lighter
than coin.

♪♪

[ Drawer closes ]

People fantasize
about doing something dramatic

in times like these.

[ Gun cocks ]

You don't look
like a hero to me.

[ Gasps, exhales sharply ]

They're still using
combustion here.

Might be child's play after all.

Let's vanish.

♪♪

[ Door creaks, bell jingles ]

[ Bell jingles ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Chuckles ]

[ Bell jingles ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Engine rumbling ]

♪♪

[ Truck rattles ]

♪♪

Mack: 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,
May.

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.

[ Engine revs ]

[ Gearshift clicking ]

[ Truck rattles ]

♪♪

[ Coughing ]

[ Air hissing ]

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.

[ Sighs ]
We'll make a stop.

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.
[ Objects rustling ]

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.

Pax: What?

We had more.
[ Magazine thuds ]

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.

[ Chair scrapes ]

♪♪

[ Paper rustles ]

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?

[ Paper rustles ]

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

I'm sorting through it.

Tinker died.
He was a friend.

[ Slaps arm ]

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.

[ Doors close ]
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.

[ Scoffs lightly ]
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.

♪♪

[ Pipes clank ]

[ Pipe thuds ]

[ Clanking ]

[ Bucket clanks ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Electricity crackles ]

[ Valve creaks ]

[ Liquid splashes, bubbles ]

Blah.

♪♪

[ Electricity crackles ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Grunts ]

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

♪♪

[ Grunts ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

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

♪♪

[ Energy crackles ]

[ Fitz groans ]

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.

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 kill me, 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
[chuckles] 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.

All right.
No, don't --

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?

[ Sighs ]

Pax: 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.

Man: 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?
[ Train horn blares ]

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

It was worth a shot.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Mack: These guys
must need something.

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

May:
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.

[ Smacks lips ]

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

[ Footsteps depart ]

♪♪

[ Tap on door ]

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.

[ Both chuckle ]

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.

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]
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

who looks exactly
like Phil Coulson.

Benson: Hey.

I only took the job

because you promised me
full transparency,

and you're keeping me
in the dark.

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?

[ Sighs ]
That's a yes.

This is a sample
from the convenience store.

[ Monitor beeps ]

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.

♪♪

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♪♪

I want you to keep an eye
on Pax.

He's starting to sound
like Tinker.

[ Chuckles ]
They all crack sooner or later.

[ Plastic crunches ]

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

[ Metal scrapes ]

Are we happy?

Tinker would know for sure.

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

this will sing
its beautiful song.

[ Device clacks ]

First, the lock-in.

Then we rampage.

Fitz:
He's gonna kill us.

[ Electricity pops ]

[ Hushed ] I thought you said
this ship was safe.

[ Hushed ]
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 cryo-stasis.

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.

[ Metal clacks ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Tapping ]

[ Whirring ]

[ Whirring stops ]

[ Smacks lips ]
So?

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

A diagnostic
will confirm it.

[ Sighs ]

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.

[ Door opens ]

[ Pen thuds ]

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.

[ Bell jingles ]

♪♪

♪♪

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...

[ Bell jingles ]
Special?

Exactly.

Hi.

Let's see what we can do.

♪♪

What do you think...
Mm.

...about this?

A little plain,
don't you think?

[ Door creaks, bell jingles ]

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.

[ Groans ]

Hold it!

[ Groans ]

[ Body thuds ]
Don't worry.

Snow.

You'll be a beautiful
butterfly.

They don't all become
butterflies, sweetheart.

Not everyone comes back
as a butterfly.

[ Bag thuds ]

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.

[ Sighs ]

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.

[ Static crackles ]
Mack:
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.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Door beeps, lock disengages ]

♪♪

[ Device beeping ]

[ Grunts ]
[ Muffled explosion ]

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.

[ Device whirs ]

[ Device whirs ]

♪♪

[ Device beeps ]

♪♪

[ Chuckles ]

Well, what are you all
waiting for?

♪♪

♪♪

[ Grunts ]

♪♪

Fitz: 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.

[ Metal clanks ]

Suppose I don't have
a choice.

[ Bell jingles ]

♪♪

Lock it down.

He's dead.

♪♪

The lock's blown.

[ Grunts ]

So they're still in there?

No one's
left the building.

Check the perimeter.

Yo-Yo:
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.

♪♪

[ Tablet whirs ]

How many people did Mack say
went in there?

Three plus a hostage.

Then why do I see
five heat signatures?

Sarge: Still nothing?

They're all shiny
but totally useless.

This place was supposed
to have the good stuff.

Where the hell is it?

[ Plasma cutter whooshing ]

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?

[ Diamonds clatter ]

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.

[ Drawer creaks ]

Finally.

Keep looking.
Better stock up while we can.

Here.

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

Yo-Yo: 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! May!

[ Brakes screech ]

[ Car door closes ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Grunts ]

I can't let you do this.

Viro:
You may be a good engineer,

but you do not look
like much of a fighter.

[ Breathing heavily ]

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.

[ Engineers grunting ]

♪♪

[ Breathing heavily ]

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.

[ Panel beeps ]

[ Door clacks ]

♪♪

Okay. [ Smacks door ]
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.

[ Panel beeps ]

[ Alarm blaring ]

[ Both scream ]

♪♪

[ Screams ]

♪♪

[ Blaring continues ]

Come on.
Come on, Enoch.

♪♪

[ Panel beeps ]

♪♪

[ Panel beeps ]

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.

[ Sighs ]

[ Knock on door ]

[ Stone clatters ]

That was fast.

[ Body thuds ]

Where is he?

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Groans ]

♪♪

[ Breathing heavily ]

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.

[ Gasps ]

Shh.

♪♪

[ Groans ]

[ Breathing heavily ]
Ohh. Ohh.

♪♪

[ Groans ]

[ Metal clatters ]

Dana:
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.

[ Gasps ]

Come on!

[ Door opens ]
Run. Don't look back.

[ Door closes ]

[ Groaning ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Breathing heavily ]

♪♪

[ Switch clicks ]

[ Device powering up ]

Help!
Somebody help!

[ Button clicks,
device powers down ]

Really?

♪♪

Ohh!

♪♪

[ Both breathing heavily ]

[ Door closes ]
Sarge: Seriously?

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

♪♪

[ Breathing heavily ]

Coulson?

[ Gasps ]

♪♪

No! Wait!

[ Device beeps ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Door creaks ]

How did you get in here?

What happened?

I lost.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Truck rattles ]

[ Engine revs ]

♪♪

Sarge...

you froze.

Back there?
Not really.

[ Gearshift clicks ]

A little.

That word.

"Coulson."

[ Gearshift clicks ]

What does that mean?

I don't know.

But it rings a bell.

♪♪

Really?

[ Door closes ]
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.

[ Tablet beeps ]
It's a biological
hard drive.

Speaking
of painful memories.

So they have
advanced tech.

Yeah, but that's not
the alarming part.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Wind howls ]

End of the line!

Let's get out
while we still can!

♪♪

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

[ Ice clinks ]
[ Sighs ]

[ Smacks lips ]

♪♪

We are approaching
Naro-Atzia.

♪♪

[ Water dripping ]

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.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Gasps ]

Simmons.

What did you just do?

[ Breathes sharply ]

He's here.

I can feel it.