Who the hell are you?
Who I am is on a need to know basis.
I need to know.
Ah, no, you don't.
Because I don't exist and we never met.
Now, can you shut the door, please?
Not to be rude,
but it's been one of those days,
so produce some credentials
or I'm gonna put you in handcuffs.
Here.
I should inform you that's not my real name.
My initials are "C," "I," and "A."
Catch my drift?
Subtle, but yeah, I get it.
I'm also gonna call your bosses in Foggy Bottom
and confirm it.
Oh, please do.
I'm sure they would love to learn
how two moles walked into this base on your watch.
Let me guess.
They rolled in with flawless ID cards,
made a beeline for the scientists --
for some routine questioning?
[ Receiver clicks ]
How'd you know that?
CIA. We know all.
Even about you, Mr. Sousa.
How you were a scout for the 28th infantry
till you took shrapnel at Bastogne,
worked at Isodyne Energy,
took down Hugh Jones and the Council of Nine.
And those are just the investigations
that I am cleared to talk about.
Why are you really here?
Is this about the report I sent you guys?
I can neither confirm nor deny that.
Well, I hope so.
Because if S.H.I.E.L.D. has been infiltrated
with sleepers post-World War II,
we need to root it out right now,
before it takes hold.
Look, all I can say is that you are not crazy.
And the people that you have locked up
might be the key to proving it.
Then come with me.
♪
[ Grunting ]
[ Zipper opens ]
[ Spits ]
[ Zipper closes ]
[ Clapping loudly ]
You, my friend, just lost me a bet.
See, I thought you'd crack.
Didn't realize who we were dealing with.
Pardon the theatrics.
Can't be too careful when you're testing your own.
♪
It was a test.
And you passed.
Flying colors.
Well, it's nice to finally meet the man in charge.
Gosh, you just go right to that, huh?
And so, man to man,
Helius, is it secure?
'Cause if there were any weaknesses,
it'd be key if we could collab on that.
Oh, sure.
But in order for that to happen,
I would have to be a moron!
No, just wait --
[ Laughs ] Wait, wait, wait, wait.
We were interfacing so well.
Tell your pinko friends to go screw!
And as for Helius, that hunk-o-junk's
about as functional as a paperweight.
Nothing on Earth is powerful enough
to get it up to velocity.
So take it, Stalinite.
It doesn't work.
That's right, Ivan.
[ Chuckles ] Yeah. Yeah, run back to the Urals!
[ Zipper closes ]
♪♪
Mack: So, Helius is controlled from the lab,
but kept a safe distance away from the buildings.
[ Door opens ]
I got something.
Yo-Yo: Of course you did.
Helius is a dud.
It doesn't work.
He said there's nothing on Earth powerful enough
to get it up to velocity.
That's a good thing, right?
No, but he's wrong, because there is now --
a Chronicom.
Remember when Original-Enoch
fueled up the monolith machine
and went all supernova
and I didn't know if I was gonna die
and it...
It was very scary. Mack: Wait, so you think
Helius could be powered up the same way?
A Chronicom that's willing to die
plus an Ion Fusion Reactor
will equal a bomb with a blast radius for miles.
If that thing goes off, it could take out --
The entire brain trust of S.H.I.E.L.D.
We need to call in the Cavalry. 00:04:26.266,00:00:00.000 Well, that's what we call May.