Hydra Two to Hydra One.
Approaching on your flank.
Roger, Hydra Two.
First rendezvous complete.
Hell of a way to earn our keep,
isn't it, Vaughn?
Babysitting a corpse.
Baron Wolfgang Von Strucker, last
of the great global boogeymen.
"Ours not to reason why,
ours but to do and die."
Hydra Two, this is Vaughn at Trinity
Base. Defense grid disengaged.
Commence att*ck.
Hydra Three, rendezvous completed.
On my lead.
Move it! Move it! Come on!
Let us rock and let us roll!
Nick, take care of her.
Isn't that sweet? His last words,
"Nick."
Colonel Fury. Sir. S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent
Alexander Goodwin Pierce.
I'm pleased to inform you
that your intelligence protocol
has been reactivated.
They've asked you resume your post
as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s public director,
effective immediately.
Well, unfortunately, Pierce, you're
gonna have to tell S.H.I.E.L.D.
To shove it up their collective
end zones.
They put me out to pasture five
years ago.
Or didn't they brief you on that
particular piece of intel?
Sir, sir, these orders come
from the President himself.
The President?
Yes, sir.
The answer's the same.
Now, why don't you take your blow-dryer
and get the hell out of my afternoon sun.
Always a pleasure to see the old
warhorse chewing out the troops.
So, they sent you, too.
Contessa. Contessa Valentina
de Allegro Fontaine.
Quite a mouthful when you try
and wrap your tongue around it.
Don't let the blue blood fool
you, Pierce.
Val's an old hand at the sexpionage
game, aren't you?
It's been a long time, Nick.
You don't look any worse for wear.
We need you back.
Maybe I've gotten used to the wilderness.
And maybe you're full of it.
Hydra's back in the game, Nick.
Oh, that's impossible!
Von Strucker's dead, I k*lled him myself.
Yesterday, Hydra stormed Trinity Base.
They stole Von Strucker's body and
they k*lled Clay in the process.
Damn.
I'm sorry about Clay, Nick,
but it looks like Hydra's trying
to send you a message.
Looks like I heard it.
I imagine this stirs up some pretty
unpleasant memories for you, sir.
All I have to do is look in
the mirror, Pierce.
I lost an eye to that madman.
You rot in hell, you bastard.
If I may say so, Colonel,
working alongside a legend
such as yourself,
really promises to be quite
a thrill.
How long have you been with the outfit?
Actually this is my first field assignment.
Terrific! Nice to know they sent the best.
Well, I did graduate top of my class
at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Kirby Academy.
I'm an accredited instructor
of advanced rappelling and
single-line physical ascent.
I also have an alpha-class rating
in expl*sives use and disposal.
How's your needlepoint?
I beg your pardon, sir?
S.H.I.E.L.D. Base to Hunting Party.
How's your needlepoint?
I show you on approach at
one-eight-three. Acknowledge.
Oh, relax, kid. I'm just blowing
smoke up your hoo-ha.
This is Hunting Party approaching
restricted fly zone
with quarry on board. Please advise.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Base to Hunting Party.
We are disengaging radar shield.
Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D.
The Supreme Headquarters International
Espionage Law Enforcement Division.
Colonel, there's no smoking
on board the heli-carrier.
New world health regulations.
What?
Speak up, Pierce, my ears just popped.
It must be the altitude.
All right.
Infrared retina scanners engaged
for elevator number three.
Why aren't we moving?
New security system, sir.
State of the art.
One hundred percent impregnable.
Great. Why aren't we moving?
Unregistered passenger.
Searching personnel databank.
Computer index matched
to Fury, Nicholas Joseph.
Security clearance alpha.
Please stand by for repeat retina
matrix recognition.
System error.
Please expose both eyes to full
room scan.
Update your files, moron,
I only got one.
Unregistered individual. Going...
System disengage.
...security breach.
Fire detection alert.
Proceed to the nearest fire exit.
Do not, repeat...
Override. Override!
...do not use this elevator.
Master code 0094.
Pierce...
Do not, repeat, do not use
this elevator.
Fire detection alert.
Must have been stuck.
Proceed to the near...
Well, well, well, look what
the cat dragged in.
Timothy Aloysius Dugan.
Ain't you dead yet, you swine?
Nick Fury. So good to see you, man.
Swine.
I wish it were under better
circumstances.
I see you met Pierce.
Yeah, thanks.
Kate. Meet our newest recruit,
Kate Neville.
You're thinking of Clay Quartermain.
You're wishing you had a chance
to say goodbye.
Kate's in charge of our new
Parapsych Division.
What are you, a mind reader?
We prefer the term ESPers.
I had my natural ability
augmented with implants.
Neural implants.
Come on.
You know what I'm thinking now, darling?
I don't need ESP for that.
Been a few changes since you last
called the sh*ts around here.
Oh, hell. What rock did he crawl
out from under?
Well, I was just getting to that.
You're looking at the new Director
General of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Talk about falling upwards, huh?
So, we meet again, Fury.
Well, I'm not surprised, Pincer.
Guys like you tend to cling to the bowl
no matter how many times you flush.
Well, I see you haven't
changed.
But let's get one thing
straight here.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Was created to function
as a permanent multinational strike force,
not as your own personal army.
You understand?
Look, Nick, come on. Excuse us.
Better watch your step, Fury.
I had you pink-slipped before,
and I can do it again.
The world's changed since you ran
off to the wilds.
Your particular brand of vigilantism
isn't going to cut it anymore.
With all due respect, Director,
if the world had changed
you wouldn't need people like me,
now, would you?
And put out that cigar!
Team Romeo to forward
three-niner-seven.
Team Romeo report to
three-niner-seven.
The prodigal son returns.
Gabe.
How's my favorite mad scientist?
Enduring, Nicholas, enduring.
So, where's my new toy?
This thing calibrated?
Yes, it is, sir.
Look at this, Nick. Something
to keep your Weatherby company.
It's a 200-ampere electric g*n.
The hand grip is keyed to your
thermal signature alone.
So, anybody tries to fire it,
boom, they'll get it in the neck.
Don't leave home without it.
Come this way, Nicholas. I have
something else I want to show you.
You need to sign these, Colonel.
What are they?
Receipts for the new ordnance.
W4 forms.
No, thanks.
And a tax withholding statement.
You see, the Human Resources
Department insists that you sign them.
Please.
Things have changed, Nick.
Bean counters have taken over
the world.
What is that?
That's our prototype LMD,
Life Model Decoy.
Reducible in size for easy
transport.
Not a bad looking guy, huh?
Not a bad looking guy, huh?
The cerebral matrix has been
programmed
with your memory engrams
and reflex tapes.
In other words, it not only talks
like you, it moves like you.
I don't know whether to congratulate you
or drive a stake through its heart.
I don't know whether to congratulate
you or drive a stake...
Turn it off, Gabe.
Commander Dugan.
Ready for you on the bridge, sir.
We're on our way.
Get yourself suited up.
Clay Quartermain was wearing
contact lenses
fitted with high-res micro cameras
during the as*ault.
The scrolls at the bottom of
the screen are Clay's vital signs.
Are you sure you're up to this,
Nick?
Nick, take care of her.
Isn't that sweet? His last words,
"Nick."
I assume he meant his boyhood
chum, Nick Fury.
And I further assume that you're
watching this now, Colonel.
Well, rest assured, your friend's death
is only the beginning. Revenge is mine.
Who the hell is that?
Andrea Von Strucker.
You're telling me that monster
had a daughter?
And a son. A brother, Werner.
They've taken up where their father
left off, reuniting Hydra splinter groups,
making overtures to almost every
t*rror1st organization in the world.
Trying to bring them all under
one umbrella.
Excuse me, sir. What I don't
quite understand is,
you know, apart from filial
devotion,
why go to so much trouble to recover
their father's corpse?
The Death's Head virus.
The what, sir?
The retrovirus was initially developed
by the n*zi biochemist, Arnim Zola.
Der Totenkopf, literally
the Death's Head,
because of the facial contortions
suffered by its victims.
It was going to be h*tler's
doomsday w*apon.
Fortunately, the Allies stopped Hydra
before they could unleash it.
Ten years ago, Von Strucker
tried to raise the Fourth Reich
courtesy of der Totenkopf.
Clay and Nick trapped him in
his lab,
and the mad Baron fell victim
to his own w*apon.
The Allies agreed that the virus
should be totally destroyed,
eradicated from the face of
the earth.
They couldn't make a vaccine?
Not for the Death's Head.
Trust me, son.
This is one very nasty germ.
Compared to it, the Ebola virus
is like a mild case of the sniffles.
What's the problem, if it's been
eradicated?
Remnants of the virus bonded with
Strucker's DNA. It's in his cells.
Theoretically it could still
be liberated.
Gabe, who would it take for Hydra
to reproduce the virus?
It would take Dr. Arnim Zola.
He's still alive.
Yeah.
He did 30 years in Spandau Prison,
and when he got out he disappeared.
Until six weeks ago.
Interpol got a whisper on his
location, passed it along to us.
So, it's safe to say every Hydra agent in
the phone book is out looking for him.
We have him in a S.H.I.E.L.D.
Safe house in Berlin.
Well, what the hell are we
standing here for? Let's go.
Sleep, Father. Dream.
Your children will not fail you.
It's time, Andrea.
The lieutenants are waiting for us.
Come.
Greetings.
Fräulein Von Strucker, are you
aware of the time difference?
I was asleep. There had better be
good reason for this.
In a few moments you can decide for
yourself if the reason is good enough.
Look at you, my father's trusted
lieutenants.
I am disgusted.
How dare you...
Silence!
I see the remnants of what was once
the world's greatest t*rror1st organization,
squabbling like animals for
table scraps.
For too long, Hydra has been
splintered and weak,
divided by our enemies and reduced
to warring factions.
Tonight, that changes.
Very soon, Hydra will be in possession of
the most dangerous w*apon ever created.
The dream of a new order my father
envisioned is within our grasp.
What is this?
Someone who dared to question
my authority.
I am sure you all remember
your fellow lieutenant from London.
Powerful, presumably invincible.
If there are any other concerns
regarding the direction of
my leadership
by all means, do voice them now.
Then let this moment be a call to arms
for each and every one of you.
We are the soldiers of anarchy.
And it is time that the world
fear us once again.
Do you think they got the message?
I think so, yeah.
They are happy when they have
a strong leader.
Have you chosen the target yet
for our first strike?
Yes. It's a small island
off the coast of New York.
What island?
Manhattan.
Tell me, Werner. Do you think the deaths
of eight million Americans
will be enough to get the world's
attention?
Where is she?
She'll be here.
Five more minutes.
Why do we need her, anyway?
Nick, Interpol helped us find Zola,
they would like to be there when Kate
reads his mind, so just relax.
You know I never liked this city.
Why?
We had some good times here.
We?
You mean you had some good
times here.
You and Clay.
You two were impossible
to work with.
I felt like a complete outsider
until...
"I d*ed for beauty but was scarce
adjusted in the tomb"
"When one who d*ed for truth was
lain to rest in the adjoining room"
Colonel Fury. Contessa.
Inspector Gail Runciter,
Berlin Interpol.
Is something wrong?
"Beauty is truth and truth
is beauty
"That's all ye on this earth know
and all ye need to know"
Is that part of the recognition code?
No, I just felt like saying it.
Who's your friend, here?
A Hydra agent,
and not one of your admirers.
Perhaps we should move before one of his
colleagues comes looking for him.
Let's go.
Is your safe house nearby?
Yeah, follow us. Let's take
the subway. Let's go.
There they are!
Go! Go!
Seatbelts fastened.
Tray tables in an upright position.
Here we go!
Scare you?
That was interesting.
I've never done that before.
Yeah, but just make sure
you pick the right wall.
Let's go find the doctor.
Dr. Zola.
So, we meet again.
You are holding me illegally.
What do you know about the Death's
Head virus?
Death's Head is the perfect
w*apon, you know.
When was Hydra last in contact
with you?
How long would it take to reproduce the
RNA sequence from Von Strucker's body?
Reproduction of the virus
would take me mere hours.
When was Hydra last in contact
with you?
That would be telling.
Wouldn't it, Colonel?
Are you ready to scan him, Kate?
Warm hands, Fräulein.
Very nice.
What did you do to her?
Kate, are you all right?
Get him out of here, now!
Don't worry, we'll get him
out of here.
What happened, Kate?
I have never seen anything so evil.
Were you able to pick up anything?
No, not really. Someone's already
been inside his head.
They set a posthypnotic trap for me.
Hydra's made contact. Damn it!
Can he do what he claims?
Yes. Yes, he can.
All right, we need to get him
out of here ASAP.
Hydra's going to make a run
for Zola.
I want double-A security on this one.
Yes, ma'am. Commander.
All right, Val. Take it.
Okay.
Colonel.
Bring the van around?
Yes, ma'am, we're ready to move.
Make sure there's a medical team
standing by.
I wasn't sure before, now I am.
Not only is Hydra outside the safe
house but they're inside as well.
Can we meet somewhere
we won't be disturbed?
This is urgent, Colonel,
it won't wait.
Get Dugan on the line.
Yes, sir.
Right away, sir.
I'm going upstairs. I'll be right back.
I'm over here, Colonel.
Inspector?
What's this all about?
This is about getting the two
of us alone in a room together.
Is it true what women say
about you?
Well, that depends on if you're talking
of one of my ex-wives or my mother.
What's the matter, Colonel?
Don't you find me attractive?
Look, there's a lot going on
right now.
Why don't we just take a rain check
on the heavy breathing, here?
You said the safe house is
compromised. Who's the spy?
Me.
Twenty thousand volts, Fury.
Do I have your attention?
So much for the late great
Colonel Nick Fury.
What have you done to me?
You've been kissed
with the kiss of death.
You...
Pleasant dreams, Fury.
I told you revenge was mine.
And now, Zola will be, too.
Commander, he's coming out of it.
Nick, you okay?
Nick, you had this in your hand
when we found you.
What does it say?
"It's all downhill after the first kiss.
"Love, Viper."
Nick, what happened?
I got bit by a snake.
She took you out so Hydra could
storm the safe house.
They got Zola, Nick.
We led them right to him.
The att*ck at the art gallery
was just stage dressing.
If this woman is in fact
the real Viper,
then what happened to the real
Inspector Runciter?
Hydra's been jerking our chain
six ways to Sunday.
Subject, Fury, Nicholas.
The patient has not responded
to nutritive and detox treatment...
I feel fine, Gabe.
Feel like a damn bratwurst.
You could get me out of here
and get me some mustard.
Comprehensive scanning indicates
Fury has been poisoned
with a synthesized alkaloid.
Prognosis, neuritis, anaphylactic
shock, respiratory failure
and imminent...
Say it, Gabe.
Go on, say it.
Imminent death.
To conclude, the poison
has been synthesized
to simulate the skin secretion
of the Dendrobate genera.
What's that?
Colombian tree frog.
The most deadly toxin in all
of nature. There is no serum.
I'm sorry, Nick.
Brilliant.
How long do I have before Kermit
bites me the big one?
About 48 hours from the initial
point of exposure.
Which means we've already wasted...
Seven hours.
Gabe, how long before the first
symptoms hit?
They've already started.
You're running a low-grade fever,
it'll climb.
You'll start to feel a gradual loss
of motor coordination.
Okay, okay, I get the picture.
Get me out of this thing.
Nick, this is serious.
Get me out of this thing!
You can't just brush this aside.
I'm not.
There's nothing you can do?
There's one possibility,
but it's such a long sh*t...
I built my reputation on long sh*ts.
Are you sure this woman kissed you?
Yeah, she kissed me.
If the poison was passed from her lips,
then she has to be immune to it.
The toxin must have been engineered
from her specific genetic template.
What's that mean?
If we could get a sample of
her blood, we might, might,
be able to synthesize an antiserum.
Consider it done.
No way, Nicholas.
I'm confining you to
the infirmary.
Physical exertion will only
accelerate the effects of...
Gabe, I do not intend to spend the last
few hours of my life on this planet
in the heli-carrier sickbay.
I'll get that vampire's blood
if I have to suck it from her neck.
I'm sorry about what happened
between us, Nick.
Don't you think it's a little early
to be handing out the olive branch?
Damn it, Nick. Don't you see
I'm trying to call a truce here?
Val...
Whatever we had between us
is ancient history.
I've put it behind me.
You should, too.
Why don't I believe you?
'Cause you know me.
Nick, what do you want me to say?
That it happened too fast between us?
That Clay got in the way?
I got scared, I walked.
Yeah, into someone else's bed.
Well, I learned that move from you.
All right, listen, as much as I'd like
to sit here and lick old wounds,
we got a job to do, okay?
I want all dedicated persons on the bridge
ASAP for a full intel breakdown.
You think you can handle that?
Oh, I'll manage, Colonel.
Good.
You know something, Nick?
I was such a fool to think the years
would have made a difference.
Pincer was right, you haven't
changed.
You're the same jerk I walked
out on five years ago.
Where's Fury?
Right behind me, sir.
You're serious?
He's been back on the job less than
Well, that's the least of
his problems.
I don't recall asking for your
opinion, Lieutenant.
Fury. That true? You managed
to screw things up again?
Get away! Don't touch him!
I'm addressing S.H.I.E.L.D. Director,
Jack Pincer. Listen carefully.
Death's Head virus has been set
to explode somewhere in Manhattan.
You have until 6:00 p.m.
Greenwich Mean Time tomorrow
to assemble one billion US dollars.
You'll be told where and when
to deliver it.
Any attempt to evacuate Manhattan
will result in the immediate
release of the virus.
Be in no doubt as to the seriousness
of your situation.
We will demonstrate the effectiveness
of our virus within hours.
Rest assured, against a force such
as ours, there is no protection.
Against Hydra, there is no shield.
Watch it! Watch it!
Back off! Back off!
Put that fire out!
I want a code three alert.
I want an emergency planning session
in the w*r room, 1400 hours!
And I want to know how that thing
got in here.
By the way, Fury...
How did you know which one of
me to sh**t?
I didn't.
High alert!
All across here, tape it off!
Hydra's really done it this time,
Nick. This is big.
I should've known not to get back
involved with you again, Timothy.
Pincer's scheduled a teleconference
with the President.
Good. We can use all the big g*ns
we can get.
I think we now know what Viper meant
by a demonstration.
The real Inspector Runciter, she's
been dropped off at a Berlin hospital.
She's been infected with
the Death's Head virus.
They're bringing her on board now.
Let's go!
Coming through here!
Clear the corridor. Coming through.
Security, can you give us a pass, please?
Coming through here.
Keep back, crew! Over to
the side, please.
Coming through.
Let's go. Clear the corridor!
Stay back.
If Nick holds up...
Colonel, we got the President
on screen one.
Heads up, people. Showtime.
Good to have you back, Colonel.
Good to be here, sir.
Is this a viable thr*at?
Yes, sir.
We wouldn't be in this situation
if we hadn't dropped the ball in Berlin.
Mr. President, Gabe Jones,
Deputy Director.
I'd like to clarify something, sir,
before we proceed any further.
It is crucial that the public
does not get any word of this.
You'll have to avoid any media leaks.
Understood.
Now, having said that, what do you
people intend to do about this?
Sir, we're concentrating all of our efforts
on finding Viper's base of operations.
Good, let's find it and
then b*mb it.
The only thing these t*rrorists
respond to is force.
Bad idea. They'd see us coming.
Then what do you suggest?
I suggest we split our focus.
The main group tries to locate
the warheads.
How do you propose to do that?
Well, sir, they won't be coming by air.
All we'd have to do is throw
a no-fly zone over the city.
Logic suggests they'll be using
a ground-based delivery system.
Let's say a bus or a semi.
This vehicle would have to be retrofitted
with extensive electronics.
Apparently, the virus also requires
a very precise storage environment.
Between minus 10 and 15 degrees
Celsius, in its inert state.
Which means we're looking for
a rig with a refrigeration system.
And what if your people aren't able to
track down these missiles? What, then?
If we can locate Viper's base of
operations and try an insertion strike,
Viper will cover all the contingencies.
She should have the disarmament
code on her.
God help us if you're wrong,
Colonel.
Please keep me informed.
Our prayers are with you.
From this moment on, I want to know
about every idea that you guys entertain,
from the moment it pops into
your head!
Am I understood?
Yes, sir.
Sir.
Yeah.
I had the lab run that tape
through Voice Stress Analyzer.
Viper's psych profile suggests
that she'll release the virus
even if her demands are met.
I'm aware of that.
I'll be damned if I give the President
something else to chew on.
You all right, Colonel?
Between you and me and that ESP
chip in your head,
I'm beginning to feel the effects
of Viper's cocktail.
She still cares about you, sir.
You don't have to be an ESP
agent to see that.
Yeah, well, I got eight million other
lives to worry about right now.
Running a little low on
Hallmark moments.
And I know a lie when
I hear it, too.
What you got caged up there?
The robot that self-destructed.
See, I scraped up what was left and
this is the remains of the motherboard.
You see the charming thing
about the electronics industry
is the remarkably tidy records
that they keep.
Now, this motherboard was inside
a laptop which was sold in Unimak.
Unimak? Where's that?
It's one of the Aleutian Islands.
Right here.
Now, another thing jumped out.
Now the Viper gave the deadline
as 6:00 p.m. Greenwich Mean Time.
And why? Why did she do that?
I mean, she could just as easily
have said noon New York Time.
That points to the fact that her
headquarters are not on the East Coast.
It's not much to go on.
But it's all we got.
All right, listen up, two teams.
Val, you got the important job.
The Manhattan sweep.
You find the virus b*mb.
Got it, Nick.
Good.
Timothy, you run the show from here.
Got it.
Great. Pierce, you, Kate, with me.
I want a transporter here in 10 minutes
ready to rock and roll, extra fuel pods
and pack the LMD. Get it?
Got it.
Good!
Nicholas, the Aleutians cover
a huge area.
Let's narrow it down before you go.
There's no time for that, Gabe.
Now, listen to me.
Sooner or later, Viper's gonna have to
communicate with somebody in New York.
Probably her idiot brother,
right?
Scale all the wave bands for her voice.
Once you get a mesh, triangulate.
With any luck I'll be within
minutes of her royal nastiness.
I'm gonna have to veto that.
You're in no condition
to lead a field operation.
I'm the best man for the job,
and you know it, Pincer.
You try it, and I'll have you
thrown in the brig.
I won't have you jeopardizing this
mission for some personal vendetta.
Nicholas. I don't know how
to say this, but maybe he is right.
Yours is not the only life
at stake here.
Are you really up to leading
a field operation?
Of course not, Gabe. But who the hell
else is going to do it? The LMD?
Wild Wing 4, show me 30 miles
out on the scope.
Stealth distorters engaged, sir.
We should be completely masked now.
Copy, anything from our birds?
They're doing long range
All right, let's take this bird
a little lower, just in case.
Damn it, Fury, what do you think
you're doing?
You're endangering the mission.
Now, you turn that ship around
right now, or you'll be...
You're talking to a dead man, Pincer.
I got nothing to lose.
Maybe not. But your team members do.
Now, I am addressing agents
Pierce and Neville.
I am ordering you to return to base.
I'll have you both up on charges.
How about it people? Any takers?
I'm terribly sorry, Colonel, but...
I seem to be having a spot of bother
with my headphones. What was that?
I'm sorry sir, you're breaking up.
No takers, Pincer.
Catch you on the rebound.
Don't you dare cut me off,
you comic book coward.
I appreciate the vote of confidence,
people.
Expect a little something extra
in your Christmas stockings this year.
If we live till Christmas, that is.
Tim, we need another lead down
here.
I might have something here,
hang on.
Give us the coordinates, Tim.
All right hang on, Val,
we're still homing in on it.
Okay, got it.
Alpha Team, this is Chief Surgeon.
The truck appears to have two
operatives in the rear.
Move in. Carefully.
Wait, wait.
Go.
What is it? What's happening?
It's a decoy, the real virus
truck's still out there somewhere.
You all right, sir?
Fine.
Pierce, anything yet?
No, nothing yet, sir.
You know, since I've blown my career,
now, by supporting you, Colonel,
maybe you'd satisfy my curiosity.
Why did you leave S.H.I.E.L.D.?
I didn't.
When the Iron Curtain was sent to the
cleaners, I was suddenly out of style.
Not diplomatic enough.
It was time for me to move on.
Because they changed the rules?
For me, Kate, there never were
any rules.
Big Nest to Bad Bird.
Copy, Big Nest.
We just intercepted a burst transmission.
We got a voice print match for Viper.
Triangulated your target zone,
and you're almost right over it.
Bingo.
Sir, we're right over something.
I have a proximity alert.
We have two surface-to-air missiles
being launched.
So much for stealth distorters.
How close?
Close. Impact, 20 seconds.
All right, let's move or we're gonna have
two heat seekers up our exhausts.
Hang on, people.
It's no use, Colonel, they're
closing.
Can we bail out?
It's 15 seconds. Bail out, sir?
Bail out, grab your gear.
Grab your gear.
We lost all contact with them, Gabe.
Micro band and UHF.
They were blown out of the sky.
Well, I'm not surprised,
I knew Fury would screw up.
There could be another reason,
Timothy.
A transmission glitch,
a sudden static charge.
Maybe, but let's be realistic.
We can't count on Fury
knocking out Hydra's HQ.
What are you going to tell Val?
Nothing yet, not till I have to.
Head Nurse to Chief Surgeon.
Yeah, talk to me Val.
Checked out all possibilities,
it's all negative.
We're running out of time, here.
Copy, scanning a wider area now,
stand by.
Okay, Val, we've got one last
possible on the screen now,
but it's moving away from Manhattan.
Give us the coordinates, Tim.
We got to do something.
All right, 6A and 14C.
Call me as soon as you get
a visual.
Got it?
Yeah, got it.
Disengage gear.
Arm yourselves, check your
weapons.
All right, let's go kick some
Hydra butt.
Chief Surgeon to Head Nurse, have
you located the suspect vehicle yet?
Yes sir, I have it in sight now.
It's still moving away from
New York.
Its thermal's showing a refrigerated
area in the rear.
And five passengers.
Are you sure this is it?
It looks like a garbage truck.
We will be there shortly.
As soon as we are set up,
I will call the island
and let them know we are
operational.
Ja, and ask them
if the money has been paid.
And when our escape helicopter
will be here.
Well, this is stupid,
they're going around in circles.
Right, take these people out.
Sir,
I happen to know that area
very well
and the prevailing winds
at this time of the year.
That b*mb goes off, the Death Head
virus will cover Jersey, Pennsylvania
and most of Ohio in 10 hours.
Now, you want to explain to
the governors of those states
why you just wiped out 40 million
people?
I didn't think so. So, sir, if you'd be kind
enough to shut up, I'll get back to work.
Kate, Kate.
Lasers.
Allow me.
A blow to the brachial plexi
should suffice.
I was top of my class in advanced
silent k*lling.
I can do this in my sleep.
Damn it.
Bloody hell.
Sorry.
If you weren't such an idiot,
I would suspect you for treason.
Wait a minute.
I feel it, too.
Something's not right.
What do you mean?
It's all been too easy. Let's go.
Let's go. Move along. Come on.
You liked my kissing so much
that you're back for more?
I'm amazed you've lasted
this long.
Tell me something.
Even if you get the money
you're still going to release
the virus, aren't you?
Of course I am.
What better way to convey my father's
message?
And you're willing to sacrifice
your brother to do it?
Werner? Please.
Werner was always expendable.
His life is a small price to pay
for the coming revolution.
And what revolution might that be?
Oh, Colonel! The world is on
the verge of a great change.
The once-great global powers are
scurrying about like feeble old men,
praying for deliverance that
will not come.
I danced on your poisonous
father's grave.
I'll dance on your grave too,
sweetness.
Tell me, how is Hydra's dental
plan?
k*ll him.
No.
Fury is already dead.
And there will be plenty of time
for fun and games.
Later.
You can have the woman.
And I'll have that pretty
one there.
Search them thoroughly.
Get up.
Hands behind your back.
Turn.
They're clean.
Really.
The eye patch.
You really are suspicious, aren't you?
You know, it's not a very
attractive trait.
No wonder people don't like you.
An electronic lock pick.
Oh, there it is. I thought
I left it in my other patch.
You bore me, Fury.
Take them, lock them up.
Turn around. Move it.
Are all systems checked,
are we fully operational?
Ja.
Good.
I will give you the signal
when the time comes.
And it will come soon.
I think it's arrived, Dugan.
Go, go, go.
Maybe you should rest, sir.
Conserve your energy.
Viper screwed up putting me
in here.
Probably had a fever of 103,
I'm normal now.
Colonel, I...
I wish to apologize for my
conduct earlier.
I really behaved foolishly.
In the unlikely event that
we actually survive this mission,
I shall resign.
Enough of the martyr routine,
Pierce.
You're a bit on the retentive side but
you've got the makings of a good agent.
I got them, Val. Journey's end.
Looks like an abandoned shipyard.
Well, the good news is there's
only one exit.
And the bad news?
If, as I suspect,
the virus is loaded into a short range
m*ssile in the back of this truck...
They couldn't miss Manhattan
if they tried.
Check one.
Sir.
Well.
Thirty minutes to the deadline.
Thirty minutes.
We got to go.
Chief Surgeon to Head Nurse. We got
to go. Start preparing your stations.
Weren't we coordinating our incision
with the other surgical team,
shouldn't we wait?
Val, we've lost contact with
the other team.
Their transporter may have
been brought down.
We can't count on them.
We're doing everything we can
to find him, Val.
Just because Nick's out of touch, doesn't
mean he's out of the game, Timothy.
The patient needs surgery ASAP.
So let's start prepping for OR.
Now, please.
The subject is still setting up.
Let's wait. Just a few minutes more.
What's happening?
You know the saying,
"If thine eye offend thee,
pluck it out"?
This one's been annoying me lately.
Relax, its only plastic.
With a little cr*cker Jack
surprise inside.
What exactly is it?
Cyclonite.
With a stun flash directional
charge.
Take cover.
I just spoke with the President.
He wants a progress report.
What should I tell him?
We've located their
communications channel.
We've isolated their launch
position.
Tell him to start praying.
Halt!
Come on!
Yes.
Val, 20 minutes. We can't wait
any longer.
We've had no word from Beta Team.
We have to go.
I'm commencing jamming of the
communication systems in 90 seconds.
Val, are you reading me?
Val, come in, please.
I'm reading you.
Do you have to?
Garotte!
Freeze!
Don't move, don't move, don't move!
Don't move, don't move, don't move!
Down, down, stay down!
Freeze.
You wouldn't dare sh**t.
You'll put the whole city at risk.
Only if I miss, laughing boy.
Head Nurse to Surgeon.
Operation over.
Patient sedated.
Sir, you're burning up.
Never mind me.
It's 20 minutes to Viper's deadline,
go on, get out of here.
We can't leave you.
Viper's poison must be getting to me.
That's an order. Go on.
No, Colonel.
We all knew the score
when we signed up for this field
trip. That is an order, go.
Come on, you heard the colonel,
let's go. Come on.
The trigger signal comes in
by modem, see.
His sister calls in the five-digit
number sequence by satellite phone,
completely independent.
So what are the digits?
The digits are in code.
The assumption is, only Viper
knows what the numbers are.
So let's pull the plug.
No modem, no signal, right?
No, don't, it may be rigged.
Are you getting this, Tim?
Loud and clear, Val, we're online.
Feel free to contribute any
suggestions.
Something, anything.
The abort code.
Your guess is as good as mine, my love.
Look, don't touch anything.
We're working on it up here.
Any word from Nick?
No, not a word.
We've kept all the channels open,
but all the frequencies are dead.
Well, then, so are we.
Along with the entire population
of greater New York.
Fury's regalia will make a handsome
addition to the trophy case.
You're getting sentimental
in your old age, Zola.
Any moment we should be
hearing from Manhattan.
Your brother. What will become
of him?
Werner believes a helicopter waits
to spirit him away to safety,
just as he believes that the decision
to detonate the warheads was his.
You are every bit as ruthless
as your father.
I'd like to think so.
I only wish he could be here
to share in our victory.
Mistake.
You underestimated an old man.
I wouldn't do that, doc.
Those things have a way
of backfiring.
How stupid do you think I am?
What was the question?
Detonation in 10 minutes.
Look, Fury, you're too late.
Which way?
Let me concentrate a minute.
Can I help? What can I do?
Follow me.
There they are.
Something tells me it's this way.
Revenge is mine.
How much amm*nit*on have we got left?
Just a couple of rounds.
I can't hear you, Colonel Fury.
What, no witty ripostes?
No clever comebacks? I said,
"Revenge is mine."
Don't you have anything to say?
I always heard living well
is the best revenge.
But I just k*lled you.
No, you just k*lled my life
model decoy.
Useful little toy, isn't it?
Thank goodness I've been trained
in hand-to-hand combat.
Yes, that's very comforting.
Close, close. Damn it.
Haven't lost my touch.
That's an LMD, folks.
He's just taking a short siesta.
Pierce, arm your control panel.
I want to call New York.
Colonel, the equipment's over
here.
We're outnumbered, Colonel.
Don't worry about it, kid.
You know, he's a bit uglier
than I remember.
Your frozen Pop-sicle.
Get it, Andrea? Pop-sicle.
You know, that's the problem
with the Third Reich.
No sense of humor.
Detonation in five minutes.
This is Hydra headquarters
calling S.H.I.E.L.D. In Nueva York.
Is anyone listening?
Nick. Thank God, I thought
you were dead.
I was, but now I'm better.
Quiet, quiet, Nick Fury,
you swine, I knew it.
Listen, they've activated the countdown.
I'm aware of that, Tim.
Look, there's only one way to stop it.
You must get us the abort code.
Pierce here, Commander.
Working on it.
You heard the man.
Sorry, what was the question?
My poison must have reached your brain
if you think I'm going to give it to you.
Kate.
Kate. The numbers.
Now, you listen to me. Now, you dig
deep. You can do it, you can do it.
Detonation in two minutes.
You're our only chance.
The numbers, I need the numbers.
Now, you dig deep.
All right, Kate, you can do this.
You can do this.
And a 7, 9, 0.
Detonation in one minute.
Now, you dig deep, you can do this,
you can do this.
You can do this.
Oh, it's a 6. 6.
You got that, Val?
No, no, wait, wait.
The last number is wrong, it's
a 9, not a 6.
We're not going to get another
chance, are you sure?
I think so.
You think so?
What's it going to be Nick?
No, 6, 6, 6!
The situation's contained, Nick.
We're okay.
I always knew we would be.
Like hell, you did.
Score one for the free world.
All right.
Let's get the old man off ice
and get the hell out of here.
Sir...
Like I said before, kid,
don't worry about it.
He's right to worry, Fury.
You got lucky with the numbers game,
but your luck's about to run out.
In ten seconds they'll be coming
through the door with a hundred men.
You haven't got a chance.
Really?
Get up. Come on.
Chamber three.
Buddy, I know you're hurting.
How are those spasms, are they
still getting worse?
Yeah, they are.
Listen, once I get this medicine
in me, how long before it works?
I am going to run a computer
program on her template.
Then as soon as we have
the data together...
I will see you in hell for this.
We'll do lunch.
Quite a woman, Nicholas.
That's too high maintenance
for me.
What the hell is that?
Colonel Fury, sir.
There's another countdown.
Val, it's Nick, do you read me?
Come on, come on.
What the hell's going on?
Come on.
She's halfway to China by now.
Okay.
That should do it, Nicholas.
It'll only take a few moments for your
body to start metabolizing the antiserum.
Thanks, Gabe.
You were damn close that time.
Yeah. Close only counts in horseshoes.
Just keeping you on your toes, pal,
just keeping you on your toes.
You might have some
residual discomfort, Nicholas.
A few days of diminished
motor coordination.
Fury.
Pincer.
What, you've come to wish me well?
Hardly.
If you think I've forgotten your
breach of protocol, you're mistaken.
I'm putting in a request for
a full disciplinary tribunal.
Well, imagine that. What are
the charges?
For starters, insubordination.
Incitement to mutiny.
Unauthorized use of a m*llitary
vehicle.
You forgot one.
Attempted grievous bodily harm.
How was that for diminished
motor coordination?
Oh, boy.
Sir.
Mr. Director, sir. Mr. Pincer.
Let me see that.
Peaceful, isn't it?
Mmm.
What's on your mind, Nick?
Hydra.
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Sometimes I think we're the only thing
that keeps each other in business.
You know Val, there's something
I want to get straight between us.
I'm not stopping you.
What I'm trying to say is that...
Maybe I lost more than my job
when I parted ways with S.H.I.E.L.D.
And maybe it took a dose of dying
for me to realize it.
Well, that sounds an awful lot
like an apology to me.
Yeah.
Well, I wouldn't go that far.
Well, maybe I enjoy watching
you squirm.
Saints preserve us, you two are
getting me all weepy-eyed.
How long have you been eavesdropping,
you old swine?
Long enough.
We did good, Nick. It's gonna
take Hydra years to regroup.
Doesn't mean I'm gonna sleep
any better at night.
Viper's still out there
and we haven't recovered
Von Strucker's body.
You still think he poses
a thr*at to us?
Let's just say I get the feeling
this particular w*r isn't over yet.
And it never will be. If it's not Hydra,
it's gonna be somebody else.
There's a whole nest of Vipers
out there.
Oh, yeah.
Got you something.
Call it a belated homecoming gift.
Cuban, my favorite.
You're trying to get me court-martialed.
Didn't see a thing, sir.
You know, there's hope for you
yet, Pierce.
What, you're not going to smoke it?
Yeah, I've been thinking
about quitting lately.
An army of sociopaths out there,
who'd love to see me cash in my chips.
Why should I help them along?
Big words for a one-eyed man.
I thought I'd lost you, Father.
I have walked through
the fires of hell,
looked into the face of the beast,
and I have returned.
Let the world tremble this night.
Our work has just begun.
Nick Fury: Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. (1998)
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