Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - The Bridge - full transcript

S.H.I.E.L.D. receives assistance from Mike Peterson as they take on Centipede once again.

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

I know that Agent Coulson
was killed in action.

Welcome to Level 7.

Some say
it was only for eight seconds,

but I feel different.

What is Centipede?

It's an intravenous
filter for his blood.

Very similar to the serum Dr. Erskine
developed in the '40s for the...


Listen, Doctor, your product works.

It appears the volatility
in the serum has been neutralized.

Who's the woman you referred to?

Some rich girl in a flower dress.

We all have to do things
that make us uncomfortable

if we are ever to get
our toy soldiers off the shelf.

That seat is taken.

Perimeter breach! Quad Four!

Three guys just crashed the prison!

Time to go.


- Excuse me?
- "Time to go, sir."

It's time to go, sir!

- Mission briefing in five.
- Okay.

- Katherine Shane?
- Do you know her?

We ran a few ops together in the '90s.

Smart. Resourceful.

Had a soft spot for Truffaut movies.

Easy there, charm school.

According to these files,
Agent Shane could be my mom.

Even if Shane was the agent
who dropped you off at the orphanage,

it doesn't mean she's your mother.

I looked into all the female agents
active when I was born.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Needle, haystack, I know.

But then I factored in
age and marital status,

and then I built a program
to narrow down the field.

You're still looking at a long road.

It would be a lot shorter
if I could access more files.

Maybe you could remove
my Internet nanny?

- I'm talking about my tracking bracelet.
- I got that.

- So you'll take it off?
- No.

But I asked May to look into
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s more restricted files.

I was kind of hoping to keep this private.

Agent May specializes in private.

Let's go.

Nice feint.

I read your file.

Know you favor your left.

That's in there? What else?

Nothing that's news.
You don't play well with others.

I think I've proven that I can.

- More than once.
- Not here.

Towel down.

I need you both
in the command center in five.

At 0800 hours, three men infiltrated
the Havenworth Federal Penitentiary.

More like cannon-balled.

They were in and out
in less than two minutes.

Left no prints at the scene.

But we do have one lead.


It seems they salvaged some of
their research from Hong Kong.

So we were right. Chan's platelets
solved their combustion problem.

Now they can create super-soldiers
with no fear of explosion.

Maybe don't get so excited about it.

Two of Centipede's labs
have been destroyed.

But they keep popping back up.

Now they have at least three
of these guys. Maybe more.

Who'd they break out?

Edison Po. Former Marine.

Expert in tactics and rapid response.

He fell off the grid in '08,

reappeared 18 months ago
at a diner in Boston.

Where he stabbed a friend's eyes out.

With a steak knife.
Then finished his meal.

That's funny, Po doesn't look crazy.

I'm kidding.
The guy is a walking mug shot.

Which means he shouldn't be
too hard to track down.

Finding Po
and these Centipede soldiers

is a top priority for S.H.I.E.L.D.

We'll be running point,
but we won't be working alone.

What team did HQ send for backup?

Not a team. A person.

Someone who can help us
fight fire with fire.

Somebody we worked with before?

Not exactly.

Did I beat Captain America's time?

Not even close.

Excuse me.

Agent Coulson?

Mr. Peterson.

If you could put that bulldozer
back where you found it,

we need you to suit up.

This is a bad idea.

While I have you in a good mood,

you should know that
Skye's trying to ID the agent

that dropped her off at the orphanage.

We agreed to protect her from the truth,
so I told her you were looking into it.

She may come to you.

One mistake at a time.

Agent Coulson. Agent May.

Last time you saw her,
you threw her into a brick wall.


First time around,
I wasn't who I wanted to be.

But now I get it.
Having all this, it's a privilege.

And training to be an agent,
working with S.H.I.E.L.D.,

it's me trying to do better.
Trying to be better.

I just need you to give me a shot.

Everyone deserves a second chance.
But let me be clear.

There will not be a third.

- Understood, sir.
- Good.

It's not good. At all.

The guy was a ticking time bomb.

HQ wouldn't have sent him
if he was still combustible.

They must've found a way
to stabilize him somehow.

They stabilize his attitude?

'Cause it was pretty hostile
in Union Station.

Well, it's not like we haven't
opened up our doors to other people.

People with questionable track records.

Not cool. But true.

And don't worry about Mike.
He's a good guy.

Who's been in the Centipede program.

Exactly. He can give us
some super-power backup.

Just saying,
this could easily go sideways.

I mean, the last time we saw this guy,
he was a raging, homicidal maniac...

- He's standing right behind me, isn't he?
- Mmm.

Mr. Peterson, this is Agent Grant Ward.

He's the man
who shot you at Union Station.

designed the weapon he used,

- and I think you remember...
- Kidnap victim.

You joined S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Yeah. Turns out,
guys in suits, not so bad.

Look, I know Union Station
could've gone another way.

Another team might not have
let me out of there alive.

I owe you. All of you.

That's bygones.

And water under a distant bridge.
Far away.

How's your son?

Still With my sister.

He thinks I'm working construction,
but he's good. Happy.

So what do we have?

Not much on Po.

I checked
his previously known addresses

and old military contacts,
came up empty.

We've been looking for where
Po might be on the outside.

Let's look at his life on the inside.
At the prison.

See if that gets us any leads.

Anything on the Centipede soldiers?

We found a facial recog match
on one of them.

Name's Brian Hayward.

Stationed in Afghanistan
for three years,

then fell off the radar when he got back.

Only living relative, his sister, Laura.

A sophomore at the University of Ohio.

She's our best shot at finding Hayward.
You and I will go talk to her.

Have May set a course for Cleveland.

With all the high-tech gadgets
and gizmos at our disposal,

it's easy to forget about
the simple tools of the past.

What can I do for you?

I'm just curious about
what you want me to do.

- Where you need me.
- Here. On the plane.

But shouldn't I be out in the field?

I mean, that's why
you brought me here, right?

You'll get your chance.

Right now, I need you to
go down to the lab for some tests.

I'm stable.
They already tested me at Sci-Ops.

I know. I also know that
using your powers takes a toll.

I need to understand your limits.

For your sake as well as my team's.

The lab's downstairs.

I have to put away
four times what I used to,

just to keep my energy UP-

Uh, and after you use your strength?

Maybe 10 times the food?
Then I usually crash afterwards.

It's really hard on my body.

Hard, body. Got it.

You do know we have equipment
that can take measurements.

No need to do it manually.

My mistake.

Well, no matter, I'll send the numbers
to you straight away.

I need measurements
to build you a diagnostic suit

so we can monitor
your vitals in the field.

As for fabrics,

how does a polymer blend

with 10 layers
of treated composite material sound?

- Sounds great?
- Yeah, it does, doesn't it?

Sorry. I'm sorry.
I was just looking at that...

Oh... No, it's okay. I'm used to it.

They tried to take it off me
at the Sci-Ops facility.

Realized they couldn't do it
without killing me.

I'm afraid we're terribly curious.

How did they stabilize
the EXTREMIS in you?

- And keep you from exploding?
- Yeah.

Oh, that wasn't them.
That was you two.

- Come again?
- What's that?

Your gun. It somehow froze me.

Right at the moment
I was about to explode.

Helped my body absorb the serum,

Your weapon saved my life.

All that, and it didn't even
leave a scar, so...

- Well, I should think not.
- Well... Yeah.

We couldn't have that, could we?

It would be a shame,

especially when you're so well-formed
and symmetrical in the...

When did you stop talking?

About three
embarrassing sentences ago.

Yes. Right.

"The Psychology of Women:
Unraveling the Female Psyche."

- That's an actual book?
- It's a whole course.

Hayward's sister's in there now.

We'll be at the school in 10.
We'll catch her on her way out.

A whole class. On women.

Time was,
you just had to figure them out.

Solving the puzzle was half the fun.

You solve a lot of puzzles in your day?

A few.

Some more worth it than others.

One was especially rewarding.

What happened?

I died.


She wasn't Level 7, sir?

She was a cellist, second chair.

Portland Symphony.
Saw her play whenever I was in town.

You ever see a beautiful woman
play the cello?


It's something else.

She laughed at my jokes, too,
which was a very nice bonus.

You know where she is now?

Of course I do.

I'm sorry, sir.

I was gone for months.

The Avengers thought I was dead
so I had to keep that up.

S.H.I.E.L.D. protocol.

It's probably better this way.

Maybe if she'd been
part of the Agency?

In my experience,
that's just asking for trouble.


Coulson told me you were
helping to find my long-lost folks.

So, thanks.

I'm glad you're in on this with me.
It means a lot.

Right. I can tell you're really into this.

Um, I've done a lot of
the heavy lifting already.

Came up with a shortlist.
I thought you might want...

We're on a mission, Skye.
Is this why you called me here?

No. I was just working on this
while I waited for you.

Uh, I called 'cause
I found something about Po.

Show me.

Po only had one visitor
during his prison stint. Her.

You notice the outfit?

Miles said a girl in a flower dress
asked him to hack S.H.I.E.L.D.

This could be the same girl.

Can we hear the conversation?

That's the bummer.
There was no audio.

But it's not a total loss.

I was able to use
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s lip reading program.

Because we have one of those.

It didn't work on the girl because
she never looks at the camera,

but Po did. Once. And it caught this.

The Clairvoyant
doesn't like to be touched.

I wrote that down so we don't
have to hear that again ever.

The Clairvoyant.

Yeah. Does that mean anything to you?

But it means something to them.
To Po and whoever that woman is.

Her name's Raina.

- You know her?
- Yeah.

She recruited me for Centipede.

Came up to me at the hospital
where I did my back therapy.

Out of the blue.

Told me she could change my life.

Nice to cut my own meat again.

The steak was to your liking?

Overcooked. And the ambience...

We're not here for the decor.

We've stabilized the serum.
Added the implant.

And now we need
The Clairvoyant's help

in finding the key to Stage Three.

I've asked before.

The Clairvoyant has trouble
seeing the man you're looking for.

And his weaknesses.

I don't mean to upset you.
It's the way of things.

This is what's upsetting me.

This S.H.I.E.L.D. team
has destroyed two of our operations.

We move every few days now,
to be safe.

Which causes challenges
for our maintenance problems.

We can't overstate the toll
this takes on our soldiers.

They're drained after every mission.

Our men need regular injections,
constant upkeep.

Difficult when S.H.I.E.L.D.
has us on the run.

Then it's time to stop running.

We're running her
through our systems.

Maybe we can get an ID.

But we're guessing she's Centipede's
recruiter and Po's her latest recruit.

Three super-soldiers
dive-bomb a prison, pluck him out.

He's her number one draft pick.

Why him?

Centipede's making more soldiers.

Maybe they want Po
to coordinate them. Lead them.

His background's tactical strategy.
He fits the bill.

So these guys
have super-soldiers,

an expert military strategist,

and a Clairvoyant
who can see the future.

Anyone else
thinking about switching teams?

They couldn't have a psychic.

There are none on the Index.
They're a myth.

So was Thor.

Maybe it's an alias.

Run it through our databases.
See if anything pops up.

Ward is approaching
Hayward's sister now.

Laura Hayward?

That's me.

Sorry to bother you,
but I was hoping you could help me out.

I hope so, too.

I'm looking for your brother.
Brian. Have you seen him lately?

I'm sorry. Who are you?


Dan Filch.
Ohio State Gaming Commission.

We're trying to contact Brian.
Tell him the good news.

- He won the lottery?
- $50,000.

- Really?
- Mmm-hmm.

And you're looking for him?

Don't you guys wanna keep the money?

Sure. But we have to at least
try and contact the winners

before the ticket expires.

Your brother's does in six days.

- So if you know where he is...
- I don't.

Sorry. We're not close.

I haven't spoken to him
since he got back from Afghanistan.

Well, now you have a reason to.
50,000 reasons, actually.

So, let us know if you hear from him.


Not sure why you wanted to go
with the lottery story, sir.

- It's a tough sell.
- Exactly.

Nothing makes people more suspicious

than a handsome man
offering them free money.

She's making the call now.

Brian. It's me.

Some guy was just
waiting for me at school.

Said you won the lottery.

I know, right?
We're not that lucky.

- Is he local?
- No.

He's in Oakland, California.

Come in.


it almost looks homey.

Is that Ace?

What a cutie.

He must be so proud of you.
His dad working for S.H.I.E.L.D.

Which he can't know
with everything being classified.

It's all right. He knows I'm working.

Called him on his birthday
and gave him

all the Heroes of New York
action figures.


Are you two close?

We're a team.

I'd do anything for this little guy.

That's got to be the best feeling.

A son looking up to you.

Who wants to grow up
to be just like you.

Looks like he's growing fast though.

You said you wanted your shot.
Here it is.

I won't let you down.

- I think it's quite smart.
- How does it feel?

It feels good. Comfortable.

Having powers is cheating.
But the suit's pretty cool.

It's perfect
for an array of tactical missions.

Yeah. Also measures your heart rate,
systolic pressures and glucose levels.

All while providing
state-of-the-art ballistic protection.



- Oh! No, thank you.
- We've never been so proud.

Hayward's cell phone
has been traced

to an abandoned factory
about eight miles from here.

Probably Centipede's new lab.

It's certainly been their MO.

We destroy one factory,
they set up another,

putting us back to square one.
This time I want answers.

It means we go in quiet.

Do minimal damage
to the facility and the people inside.

Ward, May, you'll go in
through the west entrance.

Mr. Peterson and I
will enter through the loading clock.

You'll run the back end from outside.

We're doing this just us?

We've been playing Whac-A-Mole
with these guys

since Ward first picked me
out of my van.

Shouldn't Big S.H.I.E.L.D.
be sending in backup?

Trust me, they already did.

Let's move.

No pressure.

- We alone here?
- It appears so.

The only heat signatures
we're reading are yours.

But there's a weird electronic signal.
I'm trying to isolate it.

The place looks emptied out.
Think we're too late?

Fitz, dial Hayward's number. Find out.

- Uh, Sir, you've got company!
- Yeah, we do.

Coming your way!

- Usually packs a bigger punch.
- Yeah. I remember.

What's happening?

His systolic and diastolic pressures
are dropping.

Heart rate's plummeting as well.

Sir, he's in bad shape.

Between the physical exertion
and this wound,

his vitals are dangerously low.

Who's behind Centipede?
Who's doing this?

I won't say anything. I promise.

No. Please! Don't do...

That's Mike Peterson.
One of our first subjects.

He hasn't been injected
with the serum in a while,

but he still has his powers.

No. What he has
is your key to Stage Three.

The one on the left
is Akela Amador's.

Hayward's is on the right.

Now, his prosthetic
was slightly damaged,

but based on digital reconstruction,

we can now confirm
that the technology is virtually identical.

Hayward's prosthetic
is the same internal power source,

backscatter capabilities
and biomechanics as Amador.

So Centipede also designed
the eye implant?

These guys are serious multitaskers.

Who's Akela Amador?

A former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

The first person we encountered
with this eye technology.

A good agent who was forced
to do some bad things.

We helped her.

Kind of a pattern with you guys.

So then those soldiers
at the warehouse

were forced to attack us?

Through that eye thing?

They were getting orders.

When the tide turned in our favor,

Centipede flipped Hayward's kill switch,
told the other guys to run.

Can you track the eye feed like before,
find their location?

Nope. They've upgraded since Amador.

Their feed's untraceable now.

Their technology keeps advancing
at a disturbingly rapid pace.

They must have endless manpower,

And someone with a fat wallet.

Po's the strategist,
Rama's their recruiter.

Perhaps this Clairvoyant's the money.

That makes sense.

If I could see the future,
I'd go straight to Las Vegas.

Whoever's behind them
may or may not be psychic,

but they're one step
ahead of us every time.

I need to update HQ.
This is bigger than we thought.

I spoke with The Clairvoyant.


I'll share the information
when the time is right.

I would love to hear
much more than just information.

Will you tell me what he's like?


The last person
who tried to learn these things

got a knife for it.

I don't want to have to
do that again, Raina.

You have such pretty eyes.

I understand.

You can't even
whisper to me about him.

No, I can't.

But I did tell The Clairvoyant about you.

Spoke at length
about your many virtues.

How sweet.

I'll pour you a Scotch?

Don't ever do that again.

Brandy, then?

When we're out in the field,
your head needs to be on the op.

Not on me.

Time-out. Still playing catch up here.

What are you talking about?

You! Taking a punch for me?
I don't need your protection.

You think I don't know that?

I took that punch
'cause you're faster than me.

You could do more good on your feet.

It was tactical. Not personal.

My mistake.

I am not some recruit
who can't separate church from state.

I'm on the same page as you.

So don't flatter yourself.

Sorry, I didn't mean to crash.

What do you want?
This about that thumb drive again?

- No.
- Good.

Look, I get that
you don't wanna help with that.

Loud and clear.
Big neon flashing lights.

But I didn't ask, okay?

Coulson doesn't
wanna tell you the truth.

The truth is...

You have to decide why you're here.

We have a mission
and it's not to find your parents.

If you can't put aside
your personal attachments,

then you shouldn't be here.

- Oh, come on in.
- Thanks.

You doing okay?

Afraid I won't be much good to you
for the next couple days.

That's understandable.

You went above and beyond
at that warehouse.

Had our backs more than once.

Thank you, sir.

But I know Centipede's still out there.
I know we still got a lot of work to do.


But according to your S.O.,
hard work's your specialty.

Said you train 24/7.

I wanna be the best.

And that's admirable.

But you hadn't left the training facility
since you got there.

Which means you haven't seen
your son since Union Station.

Ace is fine.

We talk all the time.

But you haven't been to see him. Why?

SKYE'. Mike!

Because the last time he saw me,
I was a monster.

My kid saw that.

You can't fix that from here.

And staying away, not being there...

I've seen firsthand
the kind of damage that can do.

The last thing I wanna do is hurt Ace.

He's my son.

But maybe he's better off without me.

I don't think that's true.

When I took this job,
I made a choice.

The same choice
everyone else here made.

This life over the other one.

The one with holiday dinners,
and PTA meetings, recitals.

It's not easy.

But, if the time comes
to make the hard call, it's simpler.

But you have a son.

You have someone
waiting for you to come home.

You need to think about that.

You need to think about him

before you make your choice.


Hey, Ace.


It is so good to hear your voice, buddy.

And I got some good news.

I'm gonna get to come home
and see you for a bit.

Awesome! Then maybe
you can meet my new friend.

She said she knows you.
She's here right now.

Ace, who's there with you?
Where's your Aunt Mindy?

Hello, Mike.

Remember when I told you
I could change your life?

They wanna trade.
Ace for his father.

- They've set a time and a place.
- Bloody savages.

They want to experiment on him.
Determine how he still has his abilities.

And we're gonna let them?
We've fought these guys before.

We don't have a choice.

The instructions they gave
Mr. Peterson were very specific.

I called HQ, told them to stand down.

- Stand down?
- So we take 'em alone.

We should at least have a hostage
rescue unit in support of this.

They said they would murder my son.

If we make one wrong move...

Any electronics, any comms,
any sign of surveillance,

and they'll terminate the arrangement.

I'll give myself up, no problem,
get him back.

I can figure it out from there.

You're still recovering.

We can't just
hand you over to them like that.

Can we?

Fitz-Simmons have a non-electronic
method of tracking him.

Simmons has fabricated
an odorless scent.

I have an instrument
which can detect it,

works like a bloodhound.

Can track someone
from over 50 kilometers.

After we make the trade,
we'll be able to follow Mr. Peterson.

Buy him some time
to get his strength back. We'll find him.

I don't care what happens to me.
As long as my boy is...

I promise you.
We're gonna get your son back.

At least let me escort him out
for the exchange.

Mr. Peterson requested me.
I'm comfortable with that.

And if things go south,

I need you back here
taking point on the team.

Is Ward in position?

Yes. But I don't like any of this.

There'd be something wrong with you
if you did.

Once the swap happens,
I'll fire up my equipment.

We'll be able to track you
wherever they take you.

Just don't do anything
that'll endanger my son.

We won't.

But we wanna make sure Ace
has his dad at the end of the day, too.

Time to go.

My team won't let you down.

It wasn't supposed to go down like this.

I'm gonna make this right, I swear.

Damn it.

Hello, Mike. It's been a while.

Your son is adorable.

And he looks just like you.

I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

Lucky for you.

I have to thank you, Mike.

For holding up your end of the deal.

Let's just make the trade.

Give us Ace and you can have him.

Oh, that wasn't the deal.

I'm so sorry.

Let me know when I can activate
comms and the tracker.

What's happening here, Mike?

Well, in exchange for his son,
we asked Mike to deliver you.

I'm not at full strength,
but I can still crush your throat.

New deal! My son for your life!

Sadly, my employer cares no more
for my life than your son's.

If I die, so does he.

And his death will be so much worse.

You need to let her go.

I told them they could have me.

But they want you.
Why do they want you?

I don't know.

But if you kill this woman,
you'll never see your son again.

But how will I look him in the eye?

How will I explain what I did?

We talked about this.

I'm so sorry.

Let's finish this.


There's his son.

Oh, thank God.
I have no stomach for this.

On my mark,
activate comms and tracker.

If there'd been any other way...

You made the only choice you had.

What happened?
They took Coulson.

All right, call it in.
We need back up.

I have a shot.

Do not engage.
They'll kill Coulson.

Stand down, I'll contact HQ.

Are you okay?

I'm fine, Dad.

S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ,
this is S.H.I.E.L.D. R.G. 422.

We need immediate satellite support.

Ace, I gotta make something right.

Daddy loves you so much.
Okay? Stay with Skye.

You remember Skye, right?

Keep him safe.
Take care of my boy!



Where's Coulson?

Oh, my God. Coulson.

We land in half an hour.

Good. The sooner we begin, the better.

Whatever this is,
whatever you think you're doing,

it won't work.

I won't give you what you want.

You will. And what we want is simple.

We want you to tell us
about the day after you died.