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

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

There's so much I want to tell you about your father.

Bring me my daughter.

If you're gonna move up in HYDRA, you need to make friends.

I'm scared for her. She's a terrible liar.

Yes, my loyalties are with HYDRA.

- What is it again? - Not sure.

Coulson put me on it a month ago, searching for a match.

I've got nothing.

This writing was on the Obelisk, and now a piece of art.

Getting that painting could mean answers.

Hello, Raina. You recently took something from me.

Bring me the Obelisk.

You have 48 hours ... the clock starts... now.

The world is full of people seeking change,

hoping to become something else, something better.

So my first reaction when I heard that Pete joined the navy was,

"you've got to be kidding me."

I mean, this degenerate in the navy?

Did they even do a background check?

'Cause I got two words for you ... "Tijuana '09."

Yeah, H-bomb knows what I'm talking about.

Any chance you boys got something stronger behind that bar?

Sorry, ma'am, just champagne.

But in this case, change is a good thing.

Mariya, you are a super-cool chick.

And, Pete, you'll always be my boy.

So, everyone, raise your glasses to Pete and Mariya, the Leitners.

The Leitners.

- What's happening?! - Oh!

Somebody ... somebody help!

Please, somebody help! Somebody help us!

Eight went down ... dead.

And the others?

Some sick, everyone else scared, but very much alive.

How disappointing.

Return immediately to give your report personally.

Dr. Whitehall will not be pleased

to hear that we, again, have failed.

- Eight dead, six of them navy. - All part of an Anti-HYDRA unit.

Any idea what was used to carry out the attack?

Nope, but the effects appear similar to those from the Obelisk.

Which we must assume is in HYDRA's possession.

- Heard back from your navy contact? - Radio silence.

Any chance we could find a way in, maybe poke around a bit?

Entire fleet's closing ranks. These were their men.

No one other than the CDC and navy's top brass

are setting foot in that room.

Okay, then. That's a dead end.

What about Agent Simmons? She's inside HYDRA.

Any chance she has some intel?

- Still waiting for her to make contact. - Sir, what is that?

Uh, just sketches. If the Obelisk is back in play,

we need to know what this writing means. Any progress on your end?

I put some feelers out to my Rising Tide contacts

about the painting we recovered in Miami,

and no one has seen anything like it.

Keep looking. Something will turn up.

What about the writings you've been giving me?

Why don't you tell me your source, and I'll follow up?

- I'm afraid that's classified. - Well, you're the boss man.

Maybe you could de-classify it.

- I could. I won't. - Why not?

I already answered the question, Skye.

No, you didn't. You skirted it. There's a difference.

Then it's a difference I'm comfortable with,

but if you continue questioning my authority,

then you and I are gonna have a very different conversation ...

one you will not be comfortable with. Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

You know... keeping her in the dark won't end well.

If this bullet had struck even half an inch lower,

we wouldn't be having this conversation.

- Guess today's my lucky day. - And big Rick's last.

- Please, gentlemen, not in here. - Only 'cause you asked nicely.

I realize this is unexpected.

We come to you for discretion, doc. What the hell is this?

My apologies. This will only take a moment.

What did I say about interrupting me at my practice?

These men value their privacy.

I'm in trouble.

And here I thought you were bringing me good news.

I need the Obelisk back...

...temporarily, just until I can make other arrangements.

And what about ours?

After all these years, I thought you'd show more respect.

- Please, I beg you. - Don't beg.

It reminds me of what you were when I found you ...

Hungry, in the streets,

with just those fairy tales your grandmother told you.

You said you'd make them come true.

- You said you'd bring me my girl. - And I did.

You brought me a picture and a promise.

I still only have the picture.

Who wants it?

Who has made you this afraid, Raina?

Daniel Whitehall.

He scares you more than I do?

No, please. He's very powerful.

- Mm. He has resources. - He's a butcher!

And what are you?!

I'm a man trying to put my family back together!

You're losing control again.

You need me. You're barely holding it together.

If you're not careful, you'll ... you'll lose Skye forever.

- If she sees you like this... - It doesn't matter.

I'll never see her if you never bring her to me.

I'm the only one who ... who can.

And I can't... breathe.

It's the only thing

that will make her understand ... understand me.

I won't turn it over. I'm sorry.

- Daniel Whitehall will cut me to pieces. - Yes. He will.

I suggest you go back to his office and beg to him.

Maybe he's turned soft in his old age.

I really wanted to bring you Skye.

That's not her name.

Hey, doc. Can we please finish up here?

And for god's sakes, man, try to keep it together.

What sort of hell cow produces carmine milk?

I don't know. File just says "Bessie."

You two, come with me.

Look these over.

- Oh, my god. - W-What is it?

W... that's Daniel Whitehall.

One of HYDRA's new heads.

Good day.

I've brought you here because I need your help.

We recently attempted to reverse engineer

the effects of an alien artifact

using tissue samples from one of its victims.

Unfortunately, the results were less than what we'd hoped for.

There were positives.

Many of the deceased were enemies of HYDRA.

Some of us are pleased with these small triumphs.

Others have loftier aspirations ... passion, even.

Our founder ... he had his tesseract.

As for me, well, it would be an understatement

to say that I've waited my whole life to get possession of the Obelisk,

to harness its power.

- Dr. Simmons, is it? - Yes.

Bakshi tells me you have a passion for these things yourself.

In your opinion, where did Dr. Lingenfelter go wrong?

I-I'm not entirely sure that she did.

That's one among us. Please, clarify.

Well, it ... it's just we're dealing with alien technology.

Alien metals interact with biology on a cellular level

in a way that's impossible to replicate without a sample.

But if we were to acquire the Obelisk itself,

would it then be possible to weaponize its effects?

- I would think so, yes. - Excellent.

I want everyone prepared when we do.

He knows your name.

Do you have any idea what this means?

We could kill millions of people, perhaps even billions.

Pretty awesome, huh?

Don't mind me just standing here.

Did Skye just steal that painting from our lab?

Mack certainly has an impressive physique, wouldn't you say?

- Bugger off. - No. It's true.

Look at him. He's quite a lot of a man.

Well, obviously I agree,

what with you being my subconscious and everything.

What? I can say that to you. It doesn't mean anything.

It's just a casual observation. That's all it is.

- No, I know that. - Yeah.

Well, why are you still staring at me?

Because you just admitted that I'm not real.

Oh, please.

I'm not gonna have this conversation with myself again.

Fitz, this is a good thing.

You've got friends now, real friends.

- You don't need me anymore. - Yeah, but I miss you.

I mean, I still... miss her.

But she left and moved on.

Maybe it's time you do the same.

I was a fat baby.

You know this is, like, a religious painting, right?

Yeah, well, when aliens started scribbling on the back of it,

it kind of voided god's warranty, as far as I'm concerned.

I just wish I knew what that scribbling meant.

The director won't be much help.

Do you think I was wrong to press?

No, on the contrary, couldn't agree more.

Reminded me of how I used to put the screws to my old lady.

- It's not like that. - No?

Then why put yourself in Coulson's cross hairs?

Because Coulson used to be different. He wasn't always so closed off.

I'm telling you, my ex was the same way ...

always keeping secrets. Drove me absolutely mental.

There really is only one way to handle people like that.

Dig deeper.

Invade their privacy till they go crazy themselves.

Wow. Thanks for the advice, divorced guy.

All I'm saying is there's something Coulson doesn't

want you to know. Maybe you should find out what it is.

- And how do you suggest I do that? - Well, don't know exactly.

But it seems your HYDRA boyfriend downstairs

would be a good place to start.

- I'm surprised it took you so long. - This isn't about that.