Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. - full transcript

Ward becomes exposed to a piece of an Asgardian staff, which causes his worst memory to resurface.

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SIMMONS: In ancient times,
people believed the heavens were filled

with gods and monsters
and magical worlds.

Then, as time passed, those beliefs
faded into myth and folklore.

But now we know the stories were true.

Other worlds, with names
like Asgard, do exist.

And beings once revered as gods,
like Thor, have returned.

Leaving us with more questions

and an enormous mess to clean up.

(HEAVY THUDDING)

Don't say I never gave you anything.

Checking for alien
spectrographic signatures,



one teeny rock at a time.

A necessary precaution.

We don't want anything alien
getting in the wrong hands.

Still, this is definitely the type of work
a monkey could easily do.

You're our little monkey.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Don't give me that look.
I'll talk to them when I talk to them.

- Talk to who?
-Mum and Dad.

They want explanations
and answers for...

Well, all this.

But I don't have any answers.

And more importantly,
I haven't talked to them since I was ill.

And if they knew that, they'd be
even more terrified, so, you know.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)



(BEEPING)

Why waste any of our time, really?

You guys may think it's old news,
but it's new news to everybody else.

So, Asgardians are aliens
from another planet

-that visited us thousands of years ago.
-Or more.

And because
we couldn't understand aliens,

we thought they were gods?

That's where our
Norse mythology comes from.

(SIGHING)
That's too crazy.

Do you think other deities
are aliens, too?

Vishnu for sure, right?

You know, it'd be nice if,
for once, Thor and his people

sent down the god of
cleaning-up-after-yourself.

He'd probably have a magic broom
for this kind of thing.

I just wish they'd left
their alien ship behind.

- So we can clean that up, too?
-So we could go inside.

Take a peek under the hood,
maybe take it for a spin.

Come on, you're telling me

piloting an alien ship
isn't on your bucket list?

COULSON:
I can't think of a single time

when anything alien
in human hands ended well.

Wouldn't mind getting
my human hands on Thor.

He's so dreamy.

Sure, he's handsome, but...

No. He's dreamy.

(DEVICE BEEPING)

Fitz, is that... um...

Definitely not from here.
Another piece of the ship.

What are you doing?

Out of sight,

out of mind.

WARD: It's why we're here.

To keep everything under control.

Now, who would
do something like that?

Ah, who knows?

Baby, look.

"South of the water,
north of the hill,

"a halo of stones..."

"Protect the tree, still."

Jakob. IS this it?

-(FAINT CHAINSAW BUZZING)
-(TREE FALLING)

We should check that out.

Finally, after all this time.

PETRA:
I can't wait to tell the others.

I told you it was real.
And that I would find it.

Are you ready?

-(JAKOB GASPING)
-(DEVICE HUMMING)

(PETRA GASPING)

(PETRA GROANING)

What you're feeling, don't fight it.

- That rage, it's already inside of you.
-(PETRA GROANING)

Don't be afraid of it.
Don't hide from its power.

- Embrace it! Embrace it!
-(GASPING)

(SCREAMING)

BJORN: Oh, God!
What have you done?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(YELLING)

I can climb it if you want.

Just talk me through what to do
with the doodads.

Yeah, it's only about 15 feet.

I'll be fine.

I'm just a bit more wary
about the height thing,

since falling to certain death...

WARD: You're afraid?

Hmm?

Shaken up? It's normal.

But some feelings will take over
if you dwell on them.

Especially fear.

Now, keep your eyes ahead,

focus on what you like to do best.

Yep.

Not falling.

WARD: No, research.

You're a scientist,
you like to figure things out.

Yes, with my doodads.

I'm curious.

Whatever was up in these trees
had to be there for centuries, right?

At least a millennium.

Radiocarbon-14 dates some of
these trees at 9,000 years old.

That sounds impossible.
You think the tree grew around it?

I'd have to check the dendrochronology
first to know for certain.

But, I mean, the Norway spruce
is a rather fast-growing coniferous.

And I know you're trying to trick me
into going up, but I'm going up anyway.

WARD: I'll catch you if you fall.

...screaming, so much
hate in her eyes.

And you said she had a silver stick?

Steel, maybe, I don't know.
It, um, it had decorations on it.

Could you describe or draw them?

I didn't get a good look.
(SNIFFING) I just ran.

(CRYING)
Who would do something so evil?

I'm sorry for your loss.

-(DEVICE BEEPING)
-SIMMONS: Huh, um...

Whatever was in here
was definitely not from this world.

Fitz, you getting this?
It's not Chitauri, is it?

No. No, no, don't worry.
This isn't another viral threat.

Um... Hang on.

(DEVICE BEEPING)

Spectrographic signatures
match readings from Thor's hammer.

Simmons, whatever was
in that tree is Asgardian.

I can see an imprint
of what was embedded.

(SIMMONS EXHALING)

Scanning for three-dimensional
restoration. Tell me when.

(BEEPING)

When.

Um...

Looks like a staff or a rod.

Well-crafted, engraved.

I'll convert it, print a 3D model.

This forest is a protected reserve.

I mean, who do they think they are?

Anything else? Details?

Anything that might help us
to find these people

or where they might be hiding?

Sir, it doesn't look like they're hiding.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

REPORTER: ...in an attempt to
stop the growing violence.

Sending to your devices now.

REPORTER:
The rioting has left 20 injured,

three in critical condition.

Reports indicate
that the group of about a dozen

was led by this man and woman.

And though their motive was unclear,

their message was hauntingly
spelled out on the streets of Oslo.

Well, I guess we know
who they think they are.

Jakob Nystrom, 30.
Girlfriend, Petra Larsen.

Leaders of a Norse
paganist hate group.

And the numbers are growing,

thanks to what happened in Greenwich,
and thanks to the Internet.

"Yay, internet," she said sarcastically.

Norse paganist?

Obsessed with anything
derived from Norse mythology.

Stories of Asgard.

And now a weapon.

The scan only accounted for one side.

Too much damage to the tree
for complete reproduction.

But see here?
It's clearly broken on both ends.

- So there are more pieces?
-Yeah. Two, at least.

Which means Sid and Nancy
may be looking for a complete set.

(DOOR OPENING)

- The markings?
-Asgardian symbolism.

Hard to translate
with our limited knowledge.

You should give your buddy,
the God of Thunder a shout.

He gets his power
from his hammer, right?

What if this is his nail to the hammer?

I already did. Director Fury
told me he's off the grid.

And if he has a cell phone,
we don't have the number.

MAY: S.H.I.E.L.D.'s investigations

are on the trail of Nystrom
and his followers.

We're charged with
identifying the object

and finding any other pieces
before they do.

They seem to have some advantage.

They found this thing in 150 square
kilometers of Norwegian forest.

Guys, what if it called to them
with magic?

Called to them?

We know it's Asgardian,
so the rules are a little bendy here.

Just because we don't
understand something yet

doesn't mean we should regress
back to the Dark Ages,

talking of magic and fairytale.

Actually, that's exactly
what we're going to do.

- Excuse me?
-Really?

When we first found the hammer
in New Mexico,

I consulted one of the world's
leading experts on Norse mythology.

Elliot Randolph. A professor
at a university in Seville.

We'll leave immediately.

Maybe he can tell us more
about these markings.

ELLIOT: Well, one must adapt, Elena.

Recent events
have thrown us all for a loop.

I thought I was teaching
Norse mythology.

No, turns out, I'm a history professor.

So, you're not going to
change my grade?

No. I will give you a week to rewrite it.

I think, in general,
little more history, less lit crit.

But I do hope we're still on
for dinner tonight.

I've included a list of books there
that might help you.

I'll see you later.

- Professor Randolph.
-Agent Coulson. Come in, come in.

Waterfield 44. 14 karat gold nib
with mother-of-pearl inlay.

(CHUCKLING)
That's quite an eye you've got.

I didn't know you were a collector.

On a government salary, not quite.

Well, I'm assuming you found
something on the ground in London?

In a tree in Norway, and unfortunately,

we weren't the ones who found it.

FITZ:
It's a 3D model.

Oh, that is amazing.

Well, based on these runes,

I'd say I'm looking at a piece
of the Berserker staff.

Let's have a look.

Yeah, the myth dates back
to the late 12th century.

It's all about a powerful warrior
from Asgard. Here.

A soldier in the Berserker Army.

FITZ: Berserker Army?

Oh, yeah. A powerful army.
Fierce army, it was.

Berserkers battled like raging beasts,
destroying everything in their path.

A single Berserker
had the strength of 20 warriors.

So whoever wielded the staff
got superhuman strength?

Fighting with it put the warrior
into a state of uncontrollable rage.

The staff contained
a very powerful magic.

Or a scientific attribute
we've yet to discover.

Analytically-minded
and pretty as a peach.

The warrior in the story?

Well, in the story,
he came to Earth to fight,

but he ended up falling in love.

With whom?

With life on Earth.
Humanity.

He fell so much in love that,

when his army returned to Asgard,
he stayed behind.

What happened to the staff?

Well, he didn't want its dark magic
falling into the wrong hands.

So he broke it into three pieces,
and hid each one in a different location.

The manuscript wouldn't happen to say
where he hid them, would it?

Actually, it does.
In three verses.

Now, let's all bear in mind,

these are poetic abstracts
from long-lost ancient texts.

So, there is one about a tree,
which they found, it seems.

Another is, "East of the river,
sun overhead.

"Buried in earth
with the bones of the dead."

That's a bit macabre, isn't it?

And there's another here.

Well, this one
doesn't even have a rhyme.

But the gist of it is "close to God."

- That could be anything, couldn't it?
-Could also mean nothing.

I was hoping for less metaphor,
more longitude and latitude.

Well, I mean, it does stand to reason

to search near
Viking raid routes, doesn't it?

There have been some
recent interesting findings

of Norse relics on Baffin Island,
off the coast of Canada.

Yeah, a virtual treasure trove
of new artifacts.

We'll start there then.
Thank you, Professor.

COULSON: Did you know there's
a Mount Thor on Baffin Island?

WARD: I did not.

You know what's not on Mount Thor?
Anything Asgardian at all.

Our agents on the ground
haven't found a thing.

What about you?

Nystrom's Deep Web message boards
are just abuzz with psychos.

They believe they're gonna
ascend to be the

"gods of destruction and death."
People suck, sir.

That's your progress? People suck?

These people do. And there's also
chatter about going underground.

Could mean going incognito...

Or searching for the next piece.

Randolph said to check Viking routes.
Find any others?

There's some sites along
the Volga River in Russia.

Some in Kiev, and, weirdly, here.

COULSON:
In Seville, Spain?

It's a long shot,
but Vikings sacked Seville twice.

We found one promising location
with Viking relics.

El Divino Nifio, a church built
on the ruins of an 8th century crypt,

built on Roman ruins from 206 BC.

- East of a river.
-And lots of bones.

Let's see what we can dig up.
See what I did there?

Must be nice.
Have a mandatory nap time.

Siesta isn't mandatory.

Just very pleasant.

- How you doing, Agent Ward?
-Wishing I was shorter.

Nothing yet.
All my readings are normal.

What about you, Skye? Any luck?

I'm lucky my S.O. volunteered
to take the super creepy hallway,

instead of the slightly less creepy
dungeon room place.

SKYE: I got nothing. Sony, nada.

Ward, your spectrograph
is reading something near you.

I don't see anything.

Well, it's right in front of you.

Oh, wait, no. Uh, okay, hold on.
It's moving. Northwest.

WARD: Visual contact.

FITZ: Okay, Ward, turn left.

I have a wonderful explanation.

Ran into some unexpected...

-(WARD GROANING)
-(DEVICE HUMMING)

- Ward, what's happening?
-His device just went down.

- COULSON: Skye, can you get...
-Already on it.

Ward, are you all right?

(WARD MUTTERING)

SKYE: Hey, hey, hey,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

Grant, calm down.
Oh, my God, please.

Calm down.

The staff, he has it.

Something's wrong with Ward.

The staff's gone. Someone took it.

JAKOB: I have one, too.

He can't just disappear.

-(MAN YELLING)
-He'll have to turn up somewhere.

There we go.
A block south of the church.

- Professor?
-I screwed up.

- This is ridiculous.
-it's anything but.

Ward, you passed out.
And you were acting not right.

Coulson ordered me
to give you a full work up,

and that's exactly what I'm doing.

Um, before you lost consciousness,
were you feeling claustrophobic?

- Why?
-She's ruling out a panic attack.

I don't panic. Ever.

There we go. Ruled out.

Touching the staff caused it, right?

Any residual effects?
Are you exhibiting any extra strength?

WARD:
Why don't I find out on that guy?

SKYE:
Why don't we not do that?

What's the last thing you remember
before you lost consciousness?

This is a waste of time.

We need to find the staff.

What exactly did you remember?

Something I hadn't thought about
in a long time.

Why don't we leave it alone?

I mean, he just pulled his arm out...

Quiet!

I want to hear this.

One of my men is hurt,
the staff is gone...

I didn't want any of that to happen.

What did you want?

- The staff's power for yourself?
-Nothing like that.

(SIGHING)

You know, I just wanted to be
the first to study it.

To prove that the Berserkers
were actually here,

a part of history.

You think about that.

Oh, I'm thinking about it.

What are you doing?

Your heart rate's rising,
adrenaline's spiking.

You need to calm down,
not get worked up.

(SIGHING)

The memory, was it about your brother?

Drop it.

Ward, if you need to get it out,
I am here...

Right. To talk.

Because that's what you do.
Talk and talk.

Don't you ever get tired
of hearing your own voice?

FITZ:
Ward, stop.

SIMMONS:
Well, this makes more sense.

Ward, what you're experiencing,
this feeling? It's chemistry.

SKYE:
Hope so.

Yeah, spikes in his
adrenocorticotropic hormone.

It's like those stories you hear

when a mother is able
to lift a car to save her baby.

An adrenaline surge
can create a massive...

Stop talking! Just fix it!

I wish I could. We can relieve
some of the symptoms.

I'm going to give you
10 cc's of benzodiazepine.

Chill pill. Good idea.

A sedative? Not gonna happen.

FITZ: Yeah, well, be reasonable.
Look how you're behaving.

And if I'm sedated and we cross
paths with those juiced freaks,

the ones who flip cars
and smash people up,

are you gonna take them on?
Keep us safe?

Or am I gonna have to save
Simmons' ass again?

That was just a biochemical reaction.
He didn't mean all that.

- No, I know.
-FITZ: No explanation necessary.

- How'd they find it?
-I have no idea how they found it.

They may have the original texts.
I wasn't involved.

You know, it was just a chance
to uncover something

that the gods brought down
from the heavens.

Aliens brought it. From space.

I've spent some one-on-one time
with aliens before.

Didn't work out too well.

So cases like this are personal to me.

That's all I know.

Get comfortable.

(GRUNTING)

BOY: Help me!

Please! Help me!

Help me!

MAY: Ward!

Hey, Ward!

You should be more careful.

I'm fine. You?

I'm working it out.
(GRUNTING)

You're punching things.

The last thing you need
is to punch things.

You got a better idea?

Let me help you.

The only help I need
is to stop those guys

before they hurt somebody else.

(CROWD SHOUTING)

We are the new order!

Our world is being taken by gods!

We will become gods and take it back!

This is the new order!

Are you ready to take back the power?

-(DEVICE HUMMING)
-(MAN GRUNTING)

(HUMMING INTENSIFIES)

(GROANING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- A moment, sir?
-Come on in.

I'm concerned that
my exposure to that weapon

has compromised my ability
to do my job.

Go on.

You're familiar with my family history?

So, for obvious reasons,
I don't think back to childhood. Ever.

There are things I put away
a long time ago, on lockdown.

Because to do this,
I have to be focused, tactical.

I can't be distracted.

Especially by things
that happened a lifetime ago.

You're saying touching the staff
unlocked certain memories?

My worst memory.

The first time I felt hate.

And it won't go away.

I don't trust myself.

The way I went off at Skye
and Fitz-Simmons in the lab...

Grant,

you telling me this
makes me feel I can trust you.

Him, on the other hand...

I can't get the Professor to talk.

You've got some rage built up.

Maybe it's time to let it out.

You need to start talking.

I told Agent Coulson everything I know.

You're lying.

Tell me what that thing did to me
and how to fix it.

I swear, I don't know.

Okay, then.

You were right.
He's Asgardian.

Good thing.

Otherwise that would've been
awfully embarrassing.

Okay, I have to know.
How did you figure me out?

COULSON:
Did the math.

One, you're not the first Asgardian
I've had in custody.

You guys don't flinch
or panic in captivity.

Two, a Waterfield 44
on a lit professor's salary?

I don't think so.

And lastly,

when I tell someone I've had
some one-on-one time with an alien,

they tend to be a little curious.

Well, you're certainly more observant
than most, Agent Coulson.

So, you're the Asgardian
warrior who stayed.

Please don't tell anyone.

I had no clue. Did you?

Hidden in plain sight.
An actual Asgardian. Brilliant.

How long do you suppose
he's been on our planet?

A thousand years, maybe more.

If we could just cut him open a little bit,

get some tissue samples,
maybe some bodily fluids,

we could find out.

Or we could just ask him, weirdo.

This is way, way better
than The History Channel.

I mean, this guy has lived through
all the scary stuff.

The Crusades, the Black Death, disco.

-(DEVICE BEEPING)
-What're you doing?

Sealing the interrogation room door.

Coulson's orders.

(DOOR LOCKING)

Ah, locking me in.
Well, I've been in tighter spots.

This room is made of a silicon
carbide-coated vibranium alloy.

Meant for prisoners like yourself.

But you're in here, too.

And eventually,
somebody will open that door.

Not if I tell them not to.

So, the myth is your autobiography?

I didn't write it.

I didn't want anyone to know about me.

Then I had to open my big mouth.

Were you captured? Tortured?

Horny.

I met a French girl in 1546.

God, she loved stories.

So I told her a great one.

All about the peaceful
Asgardian warrior who stayed.

Now, how was I to know
her brother, the priest,

would write it all down and turn it into,

I don't know, a thing?

Do you know Thor?

Oh, sure. I spent all my days palling
around with the future king of Asgard.

No, I don't know Thor.

I was a mason. I broke rocks.

(CHUCKLING) For thousands of years,
if you can imagine that.

So when they came asking
for people to fight,

yes, 'course I signed up.

I think, really, I just wanted to travel.

But you had the staff.

I hated that thing.

Other guys loved all the power
that comes with the rage.

No. I didn't like it at all.

And you don't either, it seems.

What did it do to me?

It shines a light into your dark places.

Doesn't matter if you're human,
Asgardian, the effect is the same.

Unpleasant.

"Shines a light"?
That's no explanation.

ELLIOT: It was forged from a rare metal
and reacts to whoever is holding it.

Or interacts.

I went to such great lengths
to make sure

that the staff wasn't found.

Unfortunately, since the myth
was written down,

people have been searching
for it for centuries.

I need your help to stop them before
they get the last piece of your staff.

No. I am a pacifist now.

And you don't want to risk
your identity being discovered.

Listen, I wouldn't worry too much
about these angry youths.

They always calm down.

And eventually,
they die of old age.

And that is one of the
pleasant aspects of life here.

Everything changes.

I'll tell you what's gonna change.
Your anonymity.

Unless you help us find
the final piece of your staff.

You may not know Thor, but I do.

My first love on this planet was Ireland.

There was a monastery,

and the monks gave me
a nice warm place to sleep,

some soup,
and some mulled wine.

"Near God."

The effects of the staff,
are they permanent?

The strength wears off.

You will feel exhausted.
Afterwards, you'll need sleep.

What about the other effects?

Oh, that dark, nasty ache
in the pit of your stomach?

The rage in your chest
that makes you feel

as if your heart's about to explode?

It's worse on humans.

But give it a few decades
and it'll wear off, too.

Great.

Are you sure Ward's okay
to go into the field?

He's not exactly acting like himself.

But he knows it.
He'll be fine.

I'm with Coulson.

ELLIOT: It's been a while.
I wonder... Ah! Yes.

There it is.
Still here.

Well, the nose isn't quite right, but...

FITZ: That's you?

Yeah. They venerated
me a bit as a saint.

They're idiots.

- Where's the staff?
-it's upstairs.

SKYE: Was that the normal Ward,
or the new, angrier Ward?

I can't tell.

MAY: It's quiet.

Why do you think
I trusted them with my secret?

They take a vow of silence.

But when you get them talking,
they squeal.

If you want to defeat a god,
you must become one.

(GROANING)

(DEVICE HUMMING)

(ROARING)

(BOTH GROANING)

We need to help him!

I'll get her.

How is he?

I don't know what to do.
He's not human!

- COULSON: He's dying.
-Yeah, we know,

but she doesn't understand
his anatomy...

(SQUISHING)

- Oh, my God!
-What in God's name...

Sometimes you have to just
jump in and figure things out.

Now, Asgardians regenerate
faster than we do.

Maybe we can keep him
alive long enough...

For his body to heal itself.

- Okay, what am I looking for?
-His heart.

(GRUNTING)

(BOY WHIMPERING)

BOY: Help me!

- Oh. Okay. I think I got it. Heart.
-Oh... Yeah.

Can you feel a tear or rupture?

Clamp down hard on his heart.
Try to slow the bleeding.

- Grant. Drop the staff.
-Get away from me.

- Agent Ward...
-This isn't you.

(DOOR OPENING)

WARD:
Get back.

-(MAN YELLING)
-BOY: Help me!

Please! Please!

(WARD SCREAMING)

(BOY SPUTTERING)

Grant! Help me!

(CRYING)
Grant, please!

Help me!

(BOY CHOKING)

Grant!

- Not yet, Grant.
-Help me!

- But he's gonna...
-Not yet.

Throw him the rope,
and I throw you in there, too.

(CRYING)

Please!

Grant!

(BOY CHOKING)

(COUGHING AND SPUTTERING)

Oh, my God, are you okay?
Come here.

- Oh, you've got to be kidding.
-(SIGHING)

This time, let me help.

SKYE:
Yeah. Come on.

(PETRA GASPING)

-(MAY GROANING)
-(STAFF HUMMING)

(BOTH YELLING)

(GRUNTING)

(HUMMING)

I am not afraid of you.

(BOTH YELLING)

(GROANING)

(ELLIOT GROANING)

Am I dead?

-(SQUISHING)
-(ELLIOT GASPING)

Apparently not.

(LAUGHING)

You're easily the most beautiful thing
I've seen in a thousand years.

(SIGHING)

SKYE: Coulson did that?
He just shoved his hand inside?

Well, he had to. I froze.
Didn't know what to do.

Hey, you didn't freeze.

You just weren't up for the idea
of putting your hand

-inside somebody else's chest.
-(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Maybe I should jump in.

Yeah.

(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

Hi, Dad.

Yeah, it's great to hear your voice, too.

I've been meaning to call you
for a couple of days.

It's been a difficult few weeks.

When you held it,

did you see anything?

Then how?

How did you hold all three?

Because I see it every day.

I know that look.
You're tempted.

Now, what is it you wanna see?

COULSON:
You and I have a lot in common.

We've both been stabbed in the heart.

I was killed.

Well, almost.
I'm hazy on that.

Afterwards, it's kind of a blank.

I have no memory of being revived,
of being in a hospital.

Just woke up a few months later.

And are you haunted by it,
Mr. Coulson?

No.
Not exactly.

Then what's the problem?

I suppose you're right.

Can we give you a lift back
to the university?

ELLIOT:
Well, you know,

with Europe's new fascination
with all things Asgardian,

I'm wondering if it's time
to start over somewhere else.

A nice beach?
A life of tropical drinks and massages?

Mmm...

Well, I'd get bored.

You should consider the
American Northwest. Maybe Portland.

Good food scene.
Great philharmonic.

Well, if you will come and visit.

It's not everyone
I get to share my stories with.

Sure.

And if Thor's in town,
I'll introduce you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CELTIC MUSIC PLAYING)

SKYE:
Hey.

I could get used to turndown service
and little mints on my pillow.

Overnights aren't standard.

We deserve a nice night.

You especially.

How are you feeling?

Not great.

I'm sorry.
For before.

Um...

I'm not that guy.

You're a guy who saves lives.
I can overlook a little Hulk rage.

No harm, no foul.

Does everything just
roll off your back?

No.

If it helped, I'd rage all the time,
but it doesn't.

What I saw,

it was about my brother.

I figured.

I know you're not one to talk,
but like I said, I'm here.

My shoulder's free.

(INHALING)

I'm beat.

Another time maybe.

Well, you know where I live.

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Did I fall asleep?

For a little while, but, uh, that's good.

It means you are relaxed.

That's precisely how I'm feeling.

Relaxed.

Honestly, Tahiti's too good to be true.

I know.

It's a magical place.

(GASPING)