The Director's credentials?
You think I took them?
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[Scoffs] You see this?
♪♪
I came here to register.
I pledge allegiance to S.H.I.E.L.D.
Then you won't mind answering a few questions.
To the Quinjet.
Now.
I know S.H.I.E.L.D. Security takes its job seriously,
but I promise you, I wouldn't...
[Door slams]
♪♪
May: Don't bother.
The door's magnetically sealed.
I expected more from you, Elena.
An enhanced person, a chance to do some good,
our whole team rooting for you, but it turns out...
♪♪
...you're a terrible spy.
What?
Only three people had access to the Director today...
Burrows, who's too much of a brown-noser,
Anderson, who doesn't have the balls,
and you, a girl with super speed.
Oh, I see what this is.
You single me out because I'm the only Inhuman in the base.
Then to the lab,
where anyone can check a search history.
You ran a facial recog search for a man in Baltimore.
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[Sighs]
♪♪
It was improvisation.
It was sloppy.
You keep that up, you're gonna get caught.
And the next time, it won't be me who does it.
So are you gonna tell them?
Have me locked up?
No.
But I want you to think long and hard about that on your flight.
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Man: Get comfortable.
Should only be 20 minutes till touchdown.
Minutes?
I thought it would at least be a couple of hours to Los Angeles.
L.A.? This one's going to Baltimore.
You on the wrong jet?
No, no. That's where I'm going.
- [Door motor whirring] - Then buckle up.
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[Jet engines revving]
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[Speaking Spanish] _
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[Speaking Spanish] _
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[Groans]
[Spits]
[Chuckles]
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