All language subtitles for AGENTS OF S.H.I.E.L.D. S03E01, 1080P BLURAY (MP4)

Did you see what he did?

Whoa!

Hey! Get out of the road!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Look! He's a...

I'm sorry. I don't know
what's happening to me.

I'm just trying to get
to the hospital. Please!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hands in the air! Now!

We have the alien threat surrounded.

Fifth between Pike and Union.
He's in our sights, ma'am.

Contain the subject.
Use lethal force if necessary.

Lethal force?
I'm not trying to do this. I need help.

Stay right there, damn it! Hands up!

- Okay, okay!
- Now turn around!

Hands on the hood! Real slow.

I'll do whatever you say,
but please don't hurt me.

Honestly, I don't know
what, what, what's...

Happening to me.

Hey, wait a minute!

Freeze!

- Down on the ground!
- Get him!

Where'd he go?

Radio for backup!

Hey, he's in the alley.

Help!

Hey, what's your name?

Guy! What's your name?

- Joey.
- Joey.

Okay, my name's Daisy.
I'm with S.H.I.E.L.D.

We're here for your protection.

There's more on the way. First unit's
down or wetting themselves.

That SUV got the point across.

Joey, Joey...

Joey! Stay with me, okay?

I know you're scared. And your world's
being turned upside down.

But believe it or not,
I've been through this, okay? I can help.

We'll get you out of here.

It's you who made the car
and the people and the thing...

You're gonna want to stand
well clear of that, mate.

Didn't I tell you?

I know it's a lot to take in,

but right now you have
very few options and zero time.

So, please just go with it.

We'll be right there with you.

It's not like this day
can get any crazier, right?

Right.

I take that back.

Chemical hazard. Masks on.

They were right here. What the hell
happened? They're gone.

How are you holding up
in there, buddy?

Fine, I guess.

I hope this is going
somewhere other than higher.

Rest easy. We're almost there.

We had him pinned down,
but the target has escaped.

He didn't escape. He was extracted.

I'll secure the area,
clean and contain the situation.

Manage it without making
any more noise.

There were helicopters this time,
for God's sake.

It is getting harder
for this to go unnoticed.

We'll leave you to it.

Who are you? What is this?

What is S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Did you do this to me?

We try to protect people like you
from the world or from yourself,

unless we have to defend
the world against you.

People like me?
What is happening to me?

You've experienced
what's called a biomorphic event.

Short version, your DNA changed.

And the long version?

Is long.

But right now you need to understand
that you will survive this.

Okay. Okay, so...
So you guys can cure me?

I'm sorry.

We just learn to live with it.

It may feel like your life has ended,
but it just got more interesting.

More interesting?
I'm not a freaking TED Talk.

Did you see the power line
hit that tanker truck?

I'm literally a catastrophic meltdown.
Everything was...

Wait, wait, wait. Why...

Why isn't this box liquefying?

Or this plane,
or whatever the hell this is.

It's poly-tectic adaptive materials.

Each module can be customised.

So, you're safe in there
and we're safe from you.

I don't feel safe.

I feel like my skin's crawling
and my organs are shifting and...

Joey, just take a breath.

First thing you need is rest,
medically speaking.

We'll be in the air for a couple
more hours, and you will be in this box.

So why don't you lie down?

You'll feel better after some sleep.

Well, thanks, whatever your name is.

Daisy.

Well, thank you, Daisy, for not
letting them shoot me in the head.

Uh, oh, one last thing. Do you take
vitamins every day, Joey? Fish oil?

Not every day.

All right. Get some rest.

How's he doing?

Okay, for now.

Third incident already this month.

But at least we were able
to get our hands on this one.

The rate of new cases is increasing.

We knew it would
after the initial reports.

A new Inhuman could emerge anywhere

without having any idea
what's happened.

Only in the continental US so far.

Plus this new aircraft can stay in the air
much longer than the old plane.

Days, really.
So rapid response anywhere is...

You love your new toy, don't you?

I very much love my new toy.

But even with the mind-boggling range
on this puppy...

Inhumans are still disappearing.

He's the first one in a while
we've been able to secure.

Well, it's no mystery who's taking them.

That black ops group
was there before us.

- I know.
- Again.

Whoever they are.
How many do you think they've taken?

We know of at least five sightings,

five individuals who vanished
before we could get to them.

But the real mystery is
who's running that group?

- Not if you did your part.
- Hmm.

How'd it feel to join the paparazzi, Phil?

I think I might've missed my calling.

I have every body,
every piece of software

tasked with identifying that woman.

So we can figure out
where she's taking Inhumans

and what exactly
she plans to do with them.

Make it top priority.

We'll find them.

Just find out who's running them.
I'll handle the rest.

Anyone in particular
I should be looking at?

I have a few names.
Meanwhile, tighten your belt

so they don't catch you
with your pants down again.

This metamorphosis
is becoming less rare.

And I don't like
that one of them got away.

Hey, who the hell are you?

My name's Bobbi.

As in the name usually short for Robert,

but in my case, Barbara,
which to me is worse.

This room is all yours,
so feel free to make yourself at home.

When you've changed,

just put your clothing
and any personal belongings

in the drawer over here for analysis.

The screen will then ask you
to perform a series of medical scans.

I know that you're not a huge fan
of checkups, but this will be painless.

No offence, but I don't know you,

so don't act like
you know a damn thing about me.

I know you put off your yearly physicals
at least once every year.

I know that your ex-boyfriend
was a health nut

and was on you
to take better care of yourself,

but it wasn't until you two broke up that
you finally got your gym membership.

You've been spying on me?

I looked at your Facebook page.

I did see enough to know

that you're generally more concerned
for others than you are for yourself.

Did I hurt anyone?

Probably.

But there've been no reported
fatalities. Not yet, anyway.

So it's a good thing.

Daisy will be in soon
to give you the rundown,

but know that you're not a danger
to anyone in here.

And you're safe from those people
out there who were trying to hurt you.

Whoever they are.

They're not HYDRA.
You know, I've been digging,

and my street sources tell me
HYDRA's gone silent.

Eerily silent, yes, but...

Yeah, the HYDRA finances
we track are static,

no money's changing hands.

And by the looks of the hardware
these gung-ho nutters are using,

they're well-funded.

So if this woman's not HYDRA,
what is she?

Everything else.

I mean, look at this, two years CIA...

Is that MI6?

Yeah, under which time she was
consulting with the CDC, apparently.

All under different aliases.

Oh, I like her.

Yeah, but how are we supposed
to track down someone like this?

We can't look everywhere.

If we can trace that hardware,
that could give us a place to start.

Take that down to Bobbi in the lab.
Have the team analyse it.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, no, I'm...
I'm not going anywhere near Bobbi.

Fine, I'll take it to her myself.

Wouldn't want you to do anything
that makes you feel uncomfortable.

Yeah, I know that's sarcasm,

and I'm choosing to accept
your thoughtfulness at face value.

Mack, you should head downstairs
to assist Skye with intake.

- Daisy.
- Daisy, damn it.

Hard for us to get used to, huh?

Mmm... No, no, just you.

Okay, so what do we know
about this Jos� Gutierrez?

Well, he goes by Joey.

Construction foreman,
motorcycle enthusiast.

Who appears to be able to liquefy
certain metals spontaneously

at a distance of up to three meters.

Yeah, and understandably
that development

has scared the living crap out of him.

Hey, Joey. May we come in?

You're in.

This is my partner, Mack.
We're just gonna talk.

So, she's the greeting party
and you're the muscle, huh?

Believe me, she's the muscle.

He looks big and intimidating,

but inside he's just a soft little,
fluffy little teddy bear.

Yay.

How are you feeling?

Like a stranger in my own body
who I hate.

Nice of you to ask.

So, as I said,
this phenomenon is mostly...

You know what? Lay it on me.

You don't have to soften
the blows any more, thanks.

All right.

Um...

There exists a small percentage
of the population

with a dormant alien gene
mixed into their DNA.

There's a chemical compound
that activates this gene,

giving them unnatural abilities.

Okay.

This chemical compound,
called Terrigen,

was recently released
into our ecosystem,

and you, Joey,
are one of the first people with this gene

to come into contact with it.

So, I'm an alien?

Part alien.

Welcome to the club.

We call ourselves Inhumans.

Okay.

All right.

At least it's a, uh...
It's a good drinking story.

I can't wait to tell my friends.

Unfortunately,
you're gonna have to wait.

What's that mean?

We can't let you leave before we know
you have your abilities under control.

And even then, only if we decide

you're stable enough not to use them
unless absolutely necessary.

And even then we...

We can't let you go back
to your old life, Joe.

What?

I'm so sorry. It's just the reality.

Wait, wait. You're not saying I can't go
and have a beer any time soon.

You're saying
I can't go back to my life ever?

Not in the foreseeable future.

The first step is control,

but then S.H.I.E.L.D. will set you up
with a new identity...

I like... I like my life.

It has taken me a long time to get here.

To build a life where I'm actually
comfortable, much less happy.

I'm not about to toss it.

As a matter of fact,
now that I think about it,

I'd like to get back to it right now.

Are unsure what to call this.

Whether it was
a calculated alien attack

or an experiment gone wrong.

Get too close,
but, uh, he was a Latino guy.

Normal.
Had this crazy look in his eyes.

A manhunt is underway.

Authorities are asking
witnesses to come forward

with any information
that could lead to the capture...

The world's been a little twitchy
since Sokovia fell out of the sky.

Right now,
your apartment is being torn apart

and your relatives are being questioned.

So I need to get to them before...

Your best-case scenario out there is,
that black ops group kills you quick

before you bring a building down
on someone.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is your best option.

Let me the hell out of here.

- Calm down.
- Let me out!

Joey, you will lose control
if you don't calm down.

- Let me out! Let me...
- Joey, stop!

New readings on the Monolith?

Nope, that was Daisy
firing a warning shot.

No new readings, no new anything
on the Monolith in months.

I mean, Fitz even stopped sending
automated probes into that room.

No one's set foot in there
since Simmons was swallowed up by it.

This was fish oil again?

What can I say?
We pulled the product off shelves,

but we can't track down
every bottle sold.

The good news,
if you wanna call it that...

The deadly metallic elements
sank to the bottom.

So the chemical contaminating
the sea life isn't deadly to humans,

just game-changing for Inhumans.

The bad news...

It's not just in the fish oil.
Where else could it have spread?

Other sea life.

With ocean currents,
it's dispersed into the ecosystem.

I need to know
how wide a range we're talking.

Fitz and I have the team
working on a computer simulation.

That biology degree
is finally coming in handy, huh?

Leaving me stuck staring at screens
in here for all eternity.

I get it. Rehab's a bitch.

At least you're not hoping
your knee will grow back.

Sorry, I'm just frustrated.

Simulation's taking a while.

Have Fitz look into this, too. If we can
figure out where it came from...

We could narrow the search
on the mystery girl.

I'm sure she'd prefer "mystery woman."

- Oh, and by the way, where is he?
- Fitz?

He requested yesterday to do
some research at S.H.I.E.L.D. archives,

but I haven't seen him all day.

I'll call him in.

He's chasing down
one last lead on the Monolith.

He's had a lot of last leads.

I know.

With him, I... I just try to...

We all do.

But I'd rather have him
with his head in the game

than banging it against a wall.

I'll call him in.

Thank you.

Go for Fitz.

You need to come in.

Coulson has some weaponry
he wants you to examine. It's pressing.

You can handle that, though, yeah?

For a biologist,
you're pretty good with forensics.

Fitz, I can't cover for you any more.

I'll get started,
but you need to get in here.

We need you here.

Yeah, I'll head back there in a minute.

I just need to check out one last thing.

Soon, all right?

Yeah, copy that.
Call me if you hit a snag.

Just one last thing.

Should be down that way.

Mister?

A man like you
should not go to that place alone.

Though I will not go with you.

Okay, just stay close.

We speak English, my friend,

but you do not speak Arabic.

I'm looking for Yusef Hadad.

Is he here? I'd like to see him.

But does Yusef want to see you?

I'm fairly certain
he's gonna want what's in this case.

Let me take a look, huh? I'll decide.

No. Ah, I wanna see Yusef.
You understand?

Or is your English
worse than you think?

Suit yourself.

We lost Fitz again, huh?

He out there
chasing down another ghost story?

He has a theory.

He's always got a new theory.

That's why I locked up that damn rock
and won't let anyone in.

He wouldn't dare go in there.
He's not totally irrational.

The process of digging
just helps him cope.

No, it keeps him from coping.

Look, I love the fact
that he won't give up hope. I do.

But the man's a scientist.
And the evidence is pointing one way.

I know. But I'm not gonna have
this talk with him. Are you?

So, let him dig.

Fire in the hole!

Without him, I need your eyes on this.

Well, it's a prototype.

That's what I was thinking.

Palm detection in the handle.

I had to bypass it, yeah.

Liquid helium-cooled,
titanium barrel and slide.

If you ask me, it looks like
an emerging technologies design,

DARPA maybe.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

So, you didn't need
my damn eyes on this at all, huh?

No, I... Yes, thank you.

We can run some surveillance
on known DARPA facilities.

Could be black-market.

You should ask Hunter to contact
the back-alley traders he knows.

Hunter's not talking to me.

You know why?

I do.

I hope you know what you're doing,

and this doesn't end
in complete disaster.

Team's fallen apart enough as it is.
We can't afford any more trouble.

If you want to see Yusef, let's go.

So, we tried to open this case of yours,

but as you can see, we could not.

We'd like you to do that for us now.

I'll open and give you
what's inside, no problem.

But only in exchange
for something in your possession.

How about in exchange for your life?

No deal.

A man with nothing to lose.

Okay, listen,
'cause I'm only gonna say this once.

I've already lost a friend.

And it may sound strange,
but to get her back

I need to understand the properties
of an ancient monolith.

Now, I've learnt
it was buried in the Yucatan

after being dragged around the Earth
for a few hundred years.

And originally
found where there were artefacts,

mostly worthless, except one.

A scroll casing, over 1,000 years old.

The casing holds a parchment
which reportedly

describes exactly what this monolith is,
which is what I want to know.

And I tracked the scroll casing,
not easy,

through history,
to Mosul's Central Museum in Iraq.

But it was taken
by your extremist buddies

when they ransacked
the place this year.

Now I'm 90% sure it's in this room.

So, you can either hand it over
in exchange for what's in there,

or you can spill my guts on the sand
and use the briefcase as a booster seat.

It's totally your call.

Now,

open the case.

Are these splinter bombs?

The very same used in the UN attack.

And used to kill Sunil Bakshi.

That name should mean
something to you.

One of these killed him?

Yeah. Separated his atoms,
leaving no remains.

This woman you went to
all this trouble for,

you love her, yeah?

Yeah.

Only love can make a man so stupid.

No remains, you said, huh?

Should be easy to clean up.

What are you doing?
Come back. Stop!

He's going nuts.

Joey's having a tough time.

The change is hard enough physically.

But emotionally, it's a whole other thing.

And I tried talking him down,
but I blew it in there.

And Mack is not exactly
coming off as a teddy bear.

You just told the guy I'm a teddy bear.

And then you told him best case
scenario was his head blown off.

Hmm.

I need help.

And there's one person
who's better at that than anyone.

Lincoln?
You really want to go there again?

He could help with intake.

Plus he understands physical change.

He's a doctor.

Whereas we don't even know
what medical treatments to give.

Last time you tried to sell him on it
he wasn't exactly buying.

I'd like to try again.

Mack, what's your take?

I voiced my feelings
about letting Lincoln roam free.

I'd gladly drag him in here
where he can't hurt anyone.

But if Daisy can talk him in,
he might actually do some good.

Both of you go.
Requisition a flight team and a Quinjet.

Hey, Coulson, got her.

Weapon is a DARPA prototype.

We tapped surveillance at multiple
DARPA facilities. Got a hit.

The DC branch office.
She visits every few days.

A routine. Tell me there's
a window where we can get to her.

It's a small one.

Every night she visits,
she leaves at approximately 9:00 p.m.

with a small security detail.

They're all three dropped
at the metro station on Twelfth,

half an hour later.

Her escorts buy her a coffee
on the walk to the platform.

But she boards the 9:35 train alone.

Sits in the middle,
drinks her coffee and answers e-mails.

It's the only time she's alone all day.

You're not an easy person to pin down.

Really?
'Cause you were no trouble at all.

Sir, I have trouble counting
without using my fingers,

but I think there's more of them than us.

Roger that. Thanks, Hunter.

I would have sent a car,

but then you would have
suspected something, Mr Coulson.

And what should I call you?
Mrs Kinley? Ms McBride?

So many stage names to choose from.

Call me Rosalind.

Rosalind. I know
that's the name you went by at NASA.

At NASA they tend to stick
to last names, actually.

That whole East Coast flight school
mentality is so deeply embedded.

And yet you somehow came to it
through the DOD.

Space Exploration
and the Defence Department

no longer eat at separate tables.

But they also don't like to share recipes.

You tend to vanish, then materialise
within the walls of a rival agency.

I feel like I'm talking to a ghost.

Whereas I'm talking to a corpse.

You're not the only one
who did the homework.

I guess not.

In the eyes of the public,
S.H.I.E.L.D. no longer exists.

And you were killed long before

the agency you worked for
was pronounced dead.

Yet, somehow you both
rise from the ashes.

If I wasn't so intrigued,
I'd be terrified.

I got a feeling nothing scares you.

Not true.

But I'm certainly not intimidated
by you staking out my route home,

resorting to KGB-style tactics
of intimidation.

I wouldn't know.

I haven't spent as much time
as you have

working with
Russian counter-intelligence.

And I haven't spent any time in Tahiti,
though I hear it's a magical place.

Let's both agree
that we enjoy a good secret.

Though mine do appear
a bit old hat next to yours.

Got to get with the times, Roz.
You don't want to be left in the dust.

That's why I plan to detain you.
So it stops happening.

Two teams in position
at the next stop, ma'am.

That's one team for each of us.

Again, killing it with the math.

But I do hope that we can continue this
conversation in a more intimate setting.

I'm perfectly happy
to answer any questions

that might be bothering you now.

Incarceration doesn't
seem totally necessary.

Nice of you to be so accommodating.

Then, tell me,

where are you hiding them?

You finish your rounds, Lincoln?

I'm trying.

The patient in 305 is a bit of a talker,
I hear.

What are you doing here?
I said to leave me alone.

I wouldn't be here if it wasn't important.

We need your help.

I told you, I don't know anything
about that damn rock.

I'm sorry what happened to your friend,
but all I heard was that it's lethal.

It's not the Monolith.
We found a new Inhuman.

He's not the first,
and you know there'll be more.

No one is better at helping
these people transition than you.

You taught me that it's a gift.

I was wrong.

I was regurgitating a lie
they shoved down my throat.

It's a curse.
You of all people should know that.

Look, I get that you're trying to
build a life here, but...

Yes, a normal life.
So stay out of it, please.

But our heritage...

Let it die.

You're not walking out of here until
my partner has said her piece.

I think I've made it pretty clear

I'm not taking orders
from anyone any more.

These altered humans are a threat,

and I'm in charge
of neutralising that threat.

"By any means necessary"
sounds like it's coming next.

And who do you answer to?

Mr Coulson,
it's others who answer to me.

The laws of nature have changed,

and until the laws of man
change to reflect that,

we can only do what we feel is right.

I agree. I think.

I know you do.

So I understand the trail of bodies
you're leaving behind.

The dead ones I won't hold against you,
it's the ones you're sheltering that I...

Dead ones? I haven't killed anyone.

We've had some vanish
before we could secure them.

Then how do you explain
the carcasses we've recovered?

Blasted with some sort of
energy weapon?

- That's not us.
- It's not us either.

Wait, is this still cagey banter, or are
we being honest all of a sudden?

If you're not killing these individuals,
then who is?

Get your hand off me!

You better watch your tone.

You're lucky we haven't dragged you in

for that crap you pulled
on the aircraft carrier.

Mack...

I saw the men you took down.
They barely recovered.

Then you know what I'm capable of.

I'm not scared of you.

You should be.

Whoa. Lincoln, cool down.

This isn't me.

Stop.

Stop right there.

Tell me
where to find the Inhuman.

I don't know.

Never mind.

We have to hit this thing
with everything we've got.

And I need a bigger gun I guess.
Or my axe.

Or maybe a shotgun-axe
combination of some sort.

Oh, we going in here?
Yeah, that makes sense.

911, what's your emergency?

If we're both getting the call,
then I think we know what it's about.

You'll have to excuse me.

If you don't take it out of my pocket,
it's just gonna ring like that forever.

I guess you guys
didn't do all your homework.

That many! In a hospital?
How close is the response team?

He's gone!

Contain the alien threats at all costs.

Use lethal force if necessary.

Come with us.

We'll keep you safe.
Your life is in danger.

My life is in ruins.

- Lincoln!
- Daisy! Daisy, he's on his own.

We got to get you out of here.
They're hunting you too.

Come on, let's go!

Want to tell me
why you're not speaking to me?

Because

you're not supposed to see the bride
on the wedding day.

So are we gonna do this or what?

I asked for the ring back
because I paid for it.

Not as a meaningful gesture
of any kind.

But thanks,
oh, great master of melodrama.

Right, because it wasn't
at all melodramatic

when you whispered, on your death bed,

"I can't do this any more."

I meant pretend not to...

You know.

I didn't mean
that we should make the tragic mistake

of marrying each other. Again.

Call it what you will,

but you've got the ring
you once threw in my face

and we're shagging on the regular,

so the only thing missing
is a piece of paper.

And your ring.
Not that you know where it is.

I know exactly where it is.

I just don't personally own

the scuba diving equipment
to retrieve it.

You don't care about the money.
That ring is cheap-ass.

I wanted something to hold onto,
if your mind really is made up.

I'm going after him, Bob.

Coulson's given me the green light.

I've chased down all the HYDRA intel
I can from on high.

If my hunch is right,
I need to get to ground.

We agreed that you'd wait
till I was 100%.

I mean, every day I'm pushing myself,
getting better, stronger.

A few more weeks...

I'll be better without you.

On my old turf, calling in favours,
whatever it takes.

I'm gonna hunt
that son-of-a-bitch down.

It's on.

Good evening.

I'm here tonight to address
growing concerns among our citizens

of the threats we face
that are not of this world.

I don't need to remind people of
the catastrophes in New York, London

and most recently, Sokovia.

Tragedies that seem to be
growing in number and scale,

and the organisation we had in place
to protect us, S.H.I.E.L.D.,

brought airships raining down
in our nation's capital.

Every day
new dangers present themselves,

filling our peaceful streets with chaos.

Bigger.

By executive order,
I have created a special task force

to neutralise
these alien threats on our soil.

The Advanced Threat
Containment Unit, or ATCU...

will be given full licence to act with
whatever authority is necessary.

The laws of nature have changed,

and until the laws of man
change to reflect that,

we must do what we feel is right.

People really
do answer to you, don't they?

Mr President,
how do you respond to reports

that the recent incidents are in fact

due to the spread of
an alien contagion?

These are rumours. They are not true.

They are fabrications meant to
boost ratings and cause hysteria.

Any and all possibilities are being
taken very seriously by the ATCU.

But if this is an outbreak,
shouldn't the public be made aware?

I think we should be careful of
the words we start throwing around.

The last thing we need
is panic in the streets.

Any threat will be eliminated,
I can assure you.

People have a right
to know, are the infected among us?

Thank you. That'll be all for today.

I've lived with a secret before.

I was miserable until I came out with it.

This secret,

the world's not ready to hear.

I've been waiting for a while.

Had to be done. It's my last shot.

What's supposed to be in there?

The answer.

You've thought
you've had the answers before.

I think you've considered
every possible answer

except the obvious one.

You thought Simmons
was trapped inside the Monolith.

But every instrument's scan showed
the stone was solid all the way through.

After hearing about
the Pym Technologies disaster,

you even thought she'd been
reduced to a microscopic level.

But no evidence supported that.
And now...

And now I think...

I know it's a black hole.

It's dark matter made solid.
It can warp space-time. It...

Look, regardless, okay,

this is gonna tell us exactly
what that monolith is. So...

Should we scan it?

See if the computer
can decipher what those...

It's Hebrew.

It's just one word.

What does it mean?

Death.

Fitz, I'm gonna make
the trip to Sheffield.

Jemma's family deserves to know
that she's MIA.

- Ah...
- They need to be able to move on,

and so do we.

You have shown so much heart,
never giving up on Simmons,

and I will always,
always respect you for it.

But look around. We need you.

We need that big brain of yours
and that heart here, okay?

I miss her too. I'm having
a hard time accepting it. All of it.

I'm on my third hand,
but nothing feels normal

because nothing will feel normal.

May took off on vacation
and never came back,

so I lost my right hand too.

We have got to accept it.

To say goodbye.

We need to say goodbye.

Jemma would want us to do that.

Okay?

Okay.

Oh...

Do something.

Do something!

Do something!

Do something!