01x03 - Betrayed

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Fury, I'd like you to meet someone.

This is Gravik.

- (g*n FIRES)

- (GROANS)

(CROWD SCREAMING)

FURY: Gravik?

G'IAH: You don't trust me.

You're telling me

there's a million Skrulls

walking amongst us right now?

Have you lost your reptilian-ass mind?

SONYA: Skrulls have infiltrated

the ranks of major world powers.

DERRIK: Where is the proof?

I nominate Gravik

to the post of Skrull General.

They sent you to fire me?

I volunteered.

Set up a meet between me and Gravik.

Talos, he will k*ll you.

I wanna talk about my daughter.

- PAGON: Everyone ready?

- ZIRKSU: Uh-huh.

Do you think it'll work?

I mean, uh

Bringing chaos?

Why did you join the resistance, Beto?

Um

I did not want our people

to keep running.

You joined the same reason I did.

Not fear of the past,

faith in our future.

All faith is built on risk.

So that's what we have to take. Yeah?

Yeah.

GRAVIK: Ah!

Members of the Council.

Glad you could make it on short notice.

Now at the council meeting,

I told you I had a plan

for taking Earth as our own.

I sent three operatives

to infiltrate the Royal Navy.

Time to change.

GRAVIK: And execute a strike

on a key United Nations target.

The heroes of Earth will react.

The only way we can counter that

and claim this planet as our home

is to become super ourselves.

Now, we no longer just change faces.

We change powers.

We're gonna be uniquely programmed

weapons of mass destruction.

All of us.

Super Skrulls.

Humans will be at all-out w*r

with each other within the week.

And while they're at

each other's throats,

we're gonna break their backs.

GRAVIK: I invite you to join me

in the extinction of the human race.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

- (FURY SIGHS)

- Coffee?

Yes, please, black.

Looking for someone?

Uh, yes, I am.

What does she look like?

That depends on what

day of the week it is.

Wanna sit here while you wait?

Well That

That might send the wrong message.

She won't mind.

Varra?

VARRA: This should put

Dreykov's men on their heels.

Looks like you already have.

This new face of yours is

Beautiful?

(CHUCKLES)

I agree.

FURY: Who is she?

Well, that depends on where this goes.

No, no, no, no, no.

There's a rule that, you know,

commander of station

and operatives cannot be

Our unit doesn't exist, Fury.

That means I don't work for you.

- Well, that's an intriguing possibility.

- (CHUCKLES)

STEARNS ON TV: Does anyone out there

seriously trust our leaders?

I sure don't.

Load your g*ns and make sure

you got enough food and water

because that, my friends, looks

a hell of a lot like World w*r III.

How can you watch that poison?

Even a broken clock's right twice a day.

(CHUCKLES) Good morning.

Morning!

FURY: Mmm! Mmm!

Those eggs supposed to be soft

or hard boiled?

Poached.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

I forgot. Things cook

differently up in space.

Whoa. Thank you.

Do I dare ask what calamity

must have transpired

to bring you home, to me?

It has been years.

If you want me to apologize

for being gone, Scilla, just say so.

Darling, you are Nick Fury.

I never harbored any illusions

about the necessity of you going away.

But staying away,

that leaves a mark.

(MUG THUDS ON TABLE)

I retired.

(FURY SIGHS)

Any plans for the downtime?

Well, you know, I never

cared much for golf, so

I'm thinking I may take up revenge.

You been in touch with Gravik

while I was gone?

- And why are you asking me that?

- 'Cause I just need to be sure.

About what?

Who you've become

while I was gone.

I became a widow in your absence.

I wept on your pillow every night.

I grieved for you.

And just when I thought

I had gotten past the heartbreak,

you came back in the Blip.

And silly me, I thought we were

going to undo all the pain together.

Go back to the way we were, but no,

you just up and vanished again.

Only this time it was voluntary.

So if you're interested in who I became

in your second absence,

I became me.

The me I was before you.

What other choice was there

when you kept disappearing

as if you were never really here

in the first place?

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Don't ignore it because of me.

(MAN ON PHONE SPEAKING)

I don't have that information

at hand right now.

You too, take care.

Something important?

Nope.

(G'IAH CLEARS THROAT)

What is it? What's happened?

(EXHALES)

Brogan.

What about him?

Well, someone told the cops

where we were headed,

and only we knew that.

It was me, you, Pagon

and Beto in the car.

It's hard for Brogan to confess

to something he didn't know.

Not so hard.

Oh, yeah?

How'd you figure?

Brogan under t*rture.

I'd imagine when they asked him

where they could find you,

he was forced to make an educated guess.

Is that what you'd do?

I'd lie.

I'm a good liar.

(CHUCKLES)

Okay.

It was Brogan.

He was weaker than you thought.

All right.

See you tomorrow. Early.

You're coming with me.

GRAVIK: Your father called for a parley.

Apparently we're meeting about you.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Yeah.

Right on schedule.

The UN plane will be

at Neptune's coordinates, 2200 hours.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

It's remarkable, innit?

Gathering up all these big men

for one painting.

Statesmen of World w*r I.

That's what it's called.

I mean, it just sums up the whole thing

pretty nice, I'd say.

Which whole thing is that?

You know, the difference

between statesmen and soldiers.

You see, 'cause one lot spends

the w*r posing for pictures,

while the other does all the k*lling

and the dying.

I mean, look at the fat

smug smile on his face.

You ask me, Talos,

choice between having my story told

in ink and oil paint

or having it written in blood,

I choose blood all day long.

Yours and everyone else's. Huh?

Yeah.

Brave.

You asked for parley,

so let's parley, shall we?

Come on.

Thank you, love.

Why don't you just get an empty cup?

I like a little bit of espresso

with my sugar.

You want some?

What I want is for you to stand down

and stop murdering innocent humans.

You know, I would be

doing us both a favor

if I just put you out of

your misery right here.

You want an honor meeting?

Mate, go ahead, say the word.

An honor meeting?

Well, it wouldn't be proper, would it?

A general challenging his subordinate

to knives.

Are you honestly puzzled

as to why the Council

would prefer me as general

over the likes of you?

G'iah's in the car.

Wanna come say hello?

You wanna be very, very careful now.

You should be grateful

that I haven't sent her back

to you in a body bag yet.

That's what this is all about, isn't it?

You're gonna take our people

to the edge of extinction

with the w*r with the humans.

All these miscreants know

is m*rder.

Look how they treat each other.

That's what's gonna happen.

We're gonna m*rder them all.

You don't understand

the first thing about humans.

They're at their most formidable

when they're threatened

by a common foe.

Have you forgotten how we fight?

You think I'll let you

continue this w*r under

the cover of anonymity,

you're very much mistaken.

I'm gonna tell every army on Earth

who it is that's attacking them.

You'll lose the element of surprise.

You and your rebels will be put down

like the rabid dogs you are.

Then you'll be the author

of our people's extermination.

And that's where you're wrong,

because you see,

they will see the difference between us

because we will show them,

we who haven't been infected

by your sickness.

So, then, G'iah stays

with me then, is it?

Now, until the end of time,

my daughter's name

stays out of your mouth.

(STRAINS)

You got it?

- I'm sorry.

- No, I am.

- I believe this is yours.

- Thank you.

You really gonna eat

that plate of dog food?

I was, mate. I just lost my appetite.

Oh, that's a first.

(SCOFFS)

You really are shameless, aren't you?

Anyone that could say what

you said to me yesterday,

have the balls to come up in here

and ask me for help?

I didn't ask you for help.

What, are you here to have

an English breakfast, mate,

or are you here to inquire

after my well-being?

No, I think it's a pretty safe bet

you ain't here for that, right? Hmm?

Look, look, look, look.

I got a lead on a rebel Skrull that's

high up in the U.S. government,

- and he's in London right now.

- And?

And?

Yeah, and what can I do for you?

How can I help you, my friend?

I just told you.

No, you told me

that you've got a line on a Skrull

that's up in the U.S. government and

That it's understood

that you think that implies

that I should just sort of leap up

and take this opportunity

to just help you, like that.

Those days are gone, so I'm gonna

need you to, you know, use your words.

Say the words.

Say what words?

"Help me, Talos,

'cause I'm useless without you".

(FURY SIGHS)

Help me, Talos,

'cause I am useless without you.

TALOS: G'iah handed off intel,

used a burner phone.

Brave girl.

Yeah. Her mum. Good role model.

Neptune is a British sub.

I know who to call.

(PHONE RINGING)

Whoever this is,

you shouldn't have this number.

FURY: What do you know about

a British submarine called Neptune?

First, I want an apology.

I just gave away the only

one of those I had today.

Well, you'll have to double down,

'cause you rather rudely attached

a nasty bug to my beloved Hoot.

Tell me that's not the name

of that owl clock.

No, not anymore. Has a new

name now. Nicholas Fury.

He has a rather dashing

little eye patch now.

I'm serious, Sonya.

I have it on good authority.

Neptune is planning to launch

on the UN Delegation.

That would mean World w*r III.

Well, why would they do

something silly like that?

Because at least one of Gravik's

rebels has infiltrated Command.

Can you make the call?

Unfortunately, I'm dealing

with my own infiltration

at the moment.

Somebody leaked the location

of the butcher's shop

when I was doing some of my

best work, so my hands are tied.

Loose enough to get the captain's name?

- His name is Commodore Robert Fairbanks.

- Bob!

- Can I get a photo and address?

- Absolutely.

- Shall I tell him you're on your way?

- Yeah. Tell him that.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

(BEEPS)

Portsmouth.

That's where Naval Command HQ is.

You know what? I don't

get the whole dog thing.

What's to get? Dogs

are man's best friend.

But I mean, come on, look at that.

I mean, just name me one

other interspecies relationship

where it's acceptable

to clean up the other guy's poop.

I've been cleaning up your poop

for the last 30-some years.

Oh, that's rich.

Ah, the truth's a mother dog, right?

(BOTH LAUGH)

That's really what you think?

That the whole time

we've known each other,

you've been cleaning up my mess?

- You got a different take on it?

- Oh, well, let's see.

When I came here in 1995,

you were just a benchwarming nobody

in a dumpy field office in S.H.I.E.L.D.

Benchwarming?

What, do you have

a different take on this?

I was ascending the ranks.

You didn't start ascending the ranks

until me and 19 of my people signed

on as your invisible spy network.

You know, we fed you more dirt and intel

than you could've uncovered

on your own in a lifetime, so please.

I mean, every time you were promoted

inside S.H.I.E.L.D., we did that.

Every terror att*ck you

prevented, we did that.

Every enemy you sabotaged

and ally you leveraged with dirt

no one else in the world

had access to, we did that.

You're a smart and capable guy,

Fury. Nobody questions that.

But you've gotta admit,

your life got a hell of a lot more

charmed once I came into it.

And do you know something?

I don't even need to hear

a bloody thank you from you.

It was my pleasure, mate.

Least you can do

is not rewrite history

when the guy who helped write it

with you the first time

is sitting right next to you.

(ENGINE STOPS)

- What'd you stop for?

- We're here.

- At Bob's?

- Yeah, Bob.

Remember Bob? The guy

that'll launch a nuclear att*ck?

All right, I'm sorry.

I didn't realize that.

No, that's 'cause you were too busy

riding the "we did that" wave.

You got any more abuse

you wanna hurl my way?

Or are you ready to go in here

and take care of Bob?

And then I get to say, "We did that".

We can do that.

Sir.

Sorry. I didn't know you stepped out.

I needed a break from

the old ball and chain.

I can empathize, sir.

Don't let her hear you say that.

TALOS ON EARPIECE: You in position?

Worry about your own damn self.

Do me a favor, Fury.

Don't ever change.

- Sir, I just left you

- sh*t.

(SCREAMS)

- TALOS: I'm blown.

- Yeah, I see.

(BOTH GROAN)

Come in, Talos.

TALOS: Sorry, Nick.

I was busy kicking Bob's ass.

Second floor. Last door down the hall.

Copy that.

Nobody calls me Nick, Bob.

Zachary.

(TALOS GRUNTS)

ZACHARY: Dad?

(WHIMPERS)

Daddy?

I'll let him go when you let my son go.

This is not a negotiation, Bob.

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

Find something to tie them up?

Sure thing, boss.

"Thanks for saving my life, Fury".

"No problem, Talos. Any time".

What you working on over there, Bob?

- MAN 1: Forty-five degrees right.

- MAN 2: to four zero feet.

MAN 1: Standby. Uh, ready one.

CAPTAIN: This has to be a mistake.

The message has been

authenticated, Captain.

You are obliged to strike.

MAN 1: I'm at a 50 mile radius.

Here you go. Take a sip of this.

It's gonna help calm

your nerves. Come on.

Are you gonna k*ll my dad?

I just need your dad to do

the right thing. Come on.

I can't seem to get old Bob here

to listen to reason.

So I'm gonna switch gears.

Don't look at him.

He's not the one who's

gonna have your wife

scraping your purple goopy

brains out of her carpet.

Unless you call off the airstrike now.

And if you're afraid

of going against Gravik,

I can protect you.

You couldn't protect yourself

coming through that door.

You're a shell of the

general you used to be.

Just wait outside?

Why don't you shapeshift back

into this piece of trash

and call in an abort

on that m*ssile strike?

Great idea. Why didn't I think of that?

Maybe 'cause he's the only one

who knows the code word.

You got a code for us, Commodore?

ROBERT: You created this vacuum.

All Gravik did is fill it.

I want to talk to Cent Com.

These are Cent Com's orders.

Either you obey or you'll be removed.

Do you understand?

ROBERT: You could've led together.

Gravik offered you a partnership.

We would have stood by you proudly.

So stand with me now.

You're too late.

- Enough of this bull!

- (SCREAMS)

I'm giving you three seconds

to give me that code,

or I'm gonna aim higher,

or maybe lower.

- Give me the g*n.

- One!

- Give me the

- Two!

I said give me that g*n!

You got minutes to figure out that code

if we can't make

your friend here tell us.

Prepare to launch.

FURY: Getting close

to showtime here, Talos.

ROBERT: Traitors like you are the reason

people have been walking

in exile for 30 years.

- You sicken me.

- Shut up!

What's it gonna be, man?

You can't even keep

your daughter's loyalty.

Or is she the spineless traitor

feeding you information?

(GASPS)

(BEEPING)

G'IAH: What is it?

Commodore Robert Fairbanks.

I need his launch

termination password now.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

- Good evening, friends.

- Operative G'iah. What can we do for you?

AUTOMATED VOICE: Initiate go position.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

(VOICES CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

You got it?

Okay. Now run.

Initiating go position.

Initiating go position.

AUTOMATED VOICE:

Launch sequence underway.

(MIMICS ROBERT) This is Fairbanks.

Abort exercise.

Code word, Zachary.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Abort launch.

Abort launch.

(ALARM BLARING)

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

- FURY: So, why didn't you take the deal?

- What deal?

Gravik's.

Gotta be hard for you

to be fighting with him

when deep down in your bones

you believe in what he's doing.

sh*t. Thirty years, you still don't

know me better than that?

(SCOFFS)

All right, so make me understand.

I'm not with Gravik 'cause I'm with you.

(ENGINE REVS)

(G'IAH GROANS)

GRAVIK: Where are you off to, G'iah?

I heard about the failed strike.

Our men need exfiltration.

I didn't fail.

That plane would have been valuable.

Finding the traitor was essential.

Go on, turn around.

No.

You will look at me.

And you'll ask yourself,

are you a leader of Skrulls

or our worst enemy?

- (g*n FIRES)

- (GROANS)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

WOMAN OVER PA: Platform 17

for the 16:42 to Teddington,

calling at Vauxhall, Clapham Junction,

Earlsfield, Wimbledon.

(MAN SHOUTS) The National!

- I'll give you some time alone.

- Hmm.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

MAN ON PHONE: St. James Church, one hour.

I need to speak to Gravik.

Yeah, well, you're talking to me.