Steve: Looks like the Zemo family was well off. Hmm, the invaders' plane must have crashed near here.
Mistress: Ah. I do like a persistent suitor.
Steve: Where's Falsworth?
Mistress: Where we all are. Where he's most useful to Hydra.
Steve: You're used to speaking to me when I'm restrained or behind bars or out of reach. But things are different now. I'm not one of the helpless prisoners you enjoy torturing. And I'll ask again. Where is Falsworth!
Mistress: He'd say he's in Hell. Let me send you to him. You only delay the inevitable.
Steve: Dodge that.
Mistress: To my side quickly.
Hydra solider: Don't let him reach the Mistress.
Mistress: Kill him you fools! Must I do everything myself? To my side, quickly.
Hydra soldier: Your friend is lost, as is your cause.
Mistress: So this is what passes for a man in your country? Kill him you fools! Must I do everything myself? Aargh! This is beneath me.
Steve: Running when things get tough. I'm seeing a pattern here. Gone, but she can't have gotten far. "Come into my parlor," said the spider to the fly. Get back here!
Mistress: Quickly! Seal the door!
Steve: There must be another way in. Better take a look around. Bingo. This should lead to the Trophy Room.
Hydra soldier: This is pointless. If he is innocent . . .
Mistress: Keep your eyes on that door! It won't hold him for long!