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Previously on "Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D."...

The planet of Kitson is a nasty place.

See that he and his robot friend stay put.

Mr. Kitson would want to deal with them personally.

They're called the Shrike.

They jump to a new world and then infect a host.

When it couldn't get to me,

it started screaming.

Supercharging, turning the host's energy

into pure destruction.

Agent May's on her way back.

She caught him.

Tremors.

Where's Fitz and Simmons?

I have taken bold action. We must go.

Oh. You're a grandfather.

What the bloody hell does that mean?

I appreciate the offer, darlin', but I ain't cut out for a crew.

I'm not really a joiner.

That's too bad.

But don't let it spoil what we got going on here.

Because this kind of magic, unh-unh,

it is not on the menu at the brothels on Kitson.

What the bloody hell does that mean?

We're back where we started.

On godforsaken Kitson.

Enoch...

what was the idea here?

Apologies.

It was my first attempt

at using an Inter-Planetary Conveyance Disc.

It seems to have returned us to its last location.

But not to worry.

I'll make a quick adjustment, and we'll be on our way.

Sir.

That device is quite sensitive, requiring the utmost...

You cannot be serious.

It appears we are stranded.

Again.

An unfortunate circumstance,

as we are still wanted on this planet.

Well, thanks for that update, Enoch.

You know what?

You have betrayed us,

then you saved us, and now you've stranded us.

If I didn't know any better,

I would say that you're malfunctioning,

but I do know...

I want to go home.

Such a long way down and no one's talking.

She head-butted my face, but I still like her.

Put the chatterbox down in holding.

See you soon.

Don't let the fire go out.

Never.

Byeeeeee!

I guess now would be an awkward time to hug.

Yeah.

So, this lady was in love with this dead Coulson guy.

Anyone else have a thing for him?

Yeah, I'm... Uh, this is too much.

Her, too, huh? Daddy issues?

See? What did I tell you?

This guy's such a tool.

There's no way he's the real Coulson.

Yeah, thanks Deke.

Everyone seems to have a lot of feelings around here.

Well, maybe it's time you start to share.

Ask this one.

She can bring us all up to speed.

He says he's over 100 years old.

He's hunting creatures called the Shrike.

Their creator is coming.

Earth will be destroyed.

Possibly by Sarge. That cover it?

Yeah. Kinda does.

You forgot the part about stabbing the humans

these Shrike go into.

We tried to remove one from a host, but it was still alive.

Went into Agent Keller.

He didn't make it.

Sounds like you took my blade out too soon.

The Shrike take time to die. That one's on you.

You don't care about the death you leave behind.

- Maybe I should teach you. - Easy.

I guess you're the one in charge.

So, here's the thing...

you need to let me go or everyone dies.

Is that a threat?

- Just a fact. - Noted.

But you're staying.

You and I are gonna get to know each other,

just the two of us.

- Take him away. - Yes, sir.

When you've cooled down,

I want you to take another shot at Jaco.

Maybe he'll start talking now that we got his boss.

Yes... sir.

I'm sorry to hear about Keller.

Looks like a lot happened while I was away.

Daisy's come back.

Anyone else?

Well, Simmons is still out there, but...

she found Fitz.

Well done.

We must continue to pose as enthused observers

until the way is clear.

Come on! Take the prize.

Yes. Whoo-hoo.

Cool.

Very convincing, Jemma.

This place is just not as much fun

without the... vapor trails.

The what now?

It's dingier than I remember.

But I don't remember much.

In my experience,

this establishment is good for one thing...

- Trouble. - Waves of Euphoria.

Wait, what? Waves of w-what?

What does that mean?

Is there something you're not telling me?

The exit is clear.

Time to go.

Mr. Kitson was hoping you'd return.

He'll be so pleased to see you.

Lock them up.

That doesn't sound good.

You weren't breathing like that when they brought you in.

This silent routine of yours,

if it's to protect your boss,

you don't have to keep doing it.

He's locked up, too.

Sarge is here?

He finally speaks.

You all are gonna be here for a while.

Might as well talk.

You need to let him out.

So he can cause more pain?

Look, my planet was like yours once.

Beautiful.

Smaller moons, bigger sun.

A place to live a life.

Family.

Big one.

All boys.

Eight of us.

My youngest brother, though,

we were always together.

He looked up to you?

No.

I was the runt of the litter.

He towered over me.

But I trained him.

For what, to be a fighter?

A baker.

The family trade.

Hard work and good smells.

What happened to them?

All gone.

Fertilizer.

Except for me.

Thanks to Sarge.

Let us get you some kind of medicine to help you breathe.

Depends.

Are you gonna release him?

Definitely not.

Then I don't want anything from you.

Suit yourself.

I've been through this routine before.

You're not ready to hear the answers.

Indulge me.

You don't have time to spare.

It's a nice little planet.

Be a shame to lose it.

Why don't we start by you giving me your real name?

You can call me whatever you want.

Hmm.

I'll call you a murderer.

You shot one of my Agents point blank.

- He was just a kid. - Who got in my way.

And I know that once you're on a planet, it doesn't survive.

I've seen the footage.

It doesn't have to come to that,

but it will if you don't open that door.

You're talking about this Shrike creator that's coming.

You told May it's a monster.

Yeah.

Or to you, a god.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s dealt with a lot of folks

who thought they were gods.

Just had egos.

There's only one God.

Oh, I see.

This is that kind of planet.

One God controlling everything.

Benevolent, right?

To make you feel all warm inside when times get tough?

- It's not that simple. - Whatever your fairy tale,

I've seen gods up close,

and I think you're gonna get that opportunity, too.

Believe me.

You're not prepared for this.

I'm prepared to protect my people

from whatever's coming.

- Your people? - Hmm.

They keep looking at me.

You might want to get used to that.

And why's that?

Because by the end of the day...

I'll be the one in charge.

Check the scoring on the engine housings

- We hit some bumps on re-entry. Thanks. - Yes, ma'am.

Hey.

Hey.

I just wanted to check in, you know.

The weirdness with the Coulson... whatever.

- You good? - Yeah, I'm good.

How are you? How's the stab wound?

Oh, I'm... I'm fine.

The guy just nicked me, so...

Hmm.

Nice shoes.

You picked up some style in the past year.

You look good.

I mean, they're vintage '88 Jordans.

Never worn, super rare, so, you know,

I guess they're cool, but...

and Jordan... I mean...

are you kidding me?

Like, what a guy.

I mean, you know who Jordan is, right?

Do I know... He changed everything.

He's a revolutionary.

'Cause he...

invented shoes.

Yeah.

'Cause the thing about innovators, you know...

I don't know if we're born or we become, but it's...

it's usually stuff that the Herd just isn't really ready for.

It's like I tell VCs,

you know, sometimes you just got to surf that Paradigm Shift.

- What? - Oh, no, you...

you probably don't know.

Uh, I'm...

I'm super rich now.

Like, real dollars?

- Yeah, I started a company. - What did you do?

Like, uh, invent a new body spray or something?

Yeah.

Cool.

No. No, no.

I-I-I started a tech company, silly.

That's...

You know, you were actually... a really big inspiration.

You encouraged me to go out there

and figure out what the world was all about.

Well, it turns out that the world

is all about making money.

And old Deke

is very good at it.

You're doing the... the third-person thing? Okay.

Listen, forget about me.

I-I want to hear more about your space adventure.

You and Fitz-Simmons

were poking around the galaxy for the last year,

and grandma and grandpa are still in space,

so that's cool.

What have you been told?

Well, Mack was pretty cagey with the details...

you know, the Director and his secrets, so...

Fill me in.

I mean, it's a long story,

but the detail that counts is that we found him.

We found Fitz, so...

Found Fitz? What are you talking about?

This is the gear from Sarge's truck.

You know, we got to start calling him something else.

- Didn't tell you a name, either, huh? - No.

We're in the dark on all this, as well.

You know, except for the blades and this tracker.

If we can get past the encryption on this,

then we can find the Shrike and save the hosts.

Has Sarge given you anything that might help with that?

No.

Just evasion and mind games.

Maybe play some of your own.

I'm open to ideas.

He was curious about Coulson.

I don't think he knows any more than we do

about why they look alike.

Maybe there's something you can use there.

Why didn't you tell me?

Might want to give us a minute.

Gladly.

Fitz died.

He died, and no one was gonna bother to,

I don't know, send me a text?

- It was complicated. - Yeah, no kidding.

Besides the fact that this completely proves

my entire multi-verse theory, 'cause I'm still here,

there's a second Fitz!

And... And you sent a team out to find him,

and you didn't tell me that, either?!

That's not complicated. That just sucks!

It was the call made at the time.

Well, maybe you shouldn't be making the calls

because that was a bad one.

It looked like you had other priorities

- besides being a part of this team. - Oh, this team?

You mean the team that I helped bring back

from the dystopian future?

Yeah, you did that.

Then you left.

I would've gone on the mission to help you find him.

I believe you.

And if we can get things settled here on the home front,

you'll get your chance.

'Cause I'm gonna pour every resource we have

into getting back out there

and bringing them home.

But...

until then,

I need someone smart enough to fill their shoes.

Maybe you can put that

Google-sized brain of yours to work

and help crack this tech.

What, are you trying to flatter me?

Absolutely.

Well...

totally worked.

Poor Jaco.

It burns,

but it's worth it.

The Director wants to see you.

Must be strange looking at the real deal...

when you're just a knockoff.

What did you think this would do to me?

You trying to make things personal?

Well, I think you have to be a person for that to happen,

and I don't know what the hell you are.

Do you?

It's going to be satisfying when I take you out of the picture.

Now, this man taught me what S.H.I.E.L.D. was about.

You do the right thing.

We save lives. We don't take them.

Some lives have already been taken,

and you can't get them back.

See, that's the difference between you two right there.

Coulson put a value on life.

Especially cared about those who were loyal to him.

I don't think you do.

'Cause I know your man Jaco isn't well.

He's refusing medical care

out of some misguided loyalty to you.

What's your point?

Cooperate with us.

Maybe Jaco will do the same.

Agree to some treatment.

You can help him by helping us.

Jaco's seen a lot.

Maybe he's had enough.

That's what I thought.

Just another life, right?

Not worth anything to you.

What kind of person looks at himself that much?

A bit tacky, this Mr. Kitson.

Portrait of himself and everything.

That is his grandfather,

the first Mr. Kitson. He was a great man.

Ah, he was a son of a bitch.

But you have to be

when you've got ambition.

My grandfather came to this planet

with 20 Yookalian slaves and a dream.

That's inspiring.

He built this planet's original settlement

with their bare hands.

A few ramshackle modules for his games,

a small dome for his brothel,

and then he kept building

so that I, son and grandson of Kitson,

would one day have an empire.

And you put all that at risk.

Using a synthetic to cheat.

Bringing bounty hunters in to wreak havoc

at my house of games.

We just want to go home.

Surely a decent soul like you can understand.

Somebody who's so proud of his own home.

Decency doesn't put food into the mouths of my wives.

No.

I'm a gambler.

And I'm also a man who will deal out a punishment.

Okay, okay. Just...

There's no need for that.

We can work.

- I'm an engineer. - Yeah.

We both know alien languages.

I'm a botanist, a chemist...

Yeah, and Enoch, here, is a...

- super-advanced computer. - Yeah, so...

- So, we can be of use. - Yeah.

There's no need to kill us.

Killing you is the use I have for you.

Is it?

Killing a synthetic is a wasted sport.

He'll be sent to the brothels.

I do not know what I am feeling.

You know what?

I have something very special in mind for you Terrans.

Hope you're not too attached to your heads.

After everything, this can't possibly be

how we come to an end.

No one would believe it.

I would.

House always wins, don't it?

Are you ready for a deadly game...

from the early days of Kitson?

Three contestants put their lives in the balance.

Now, who among them is strong enough

to keep their blades from falling?

Blades made from Veroovian steel...

the densest metal in the galaxy.

The player that cannot hold the weight,

will decapitate.

The bets are in! Let the fun begin!

You'll never make it.

I bet double or nothing on the talents. Yeah!

It looks heavy!

Who will be the first to die?

The scoundrel who tried to steal my most coveted brothel worker?

Guilty as charged.

Or will it be one of the Terrans?

Criminals wanted for nefarious intergalactic deeds.

My credits are on you, beardy!

If I get out of this,

I could use the company of a pretty lady.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Knock it off!

Fitz, don't!

Fitz, dooo.

I want the Terrans.

What? Who are you?

Your man makes a move, this blade goes in straight,

comes out sideways.

The wagers have already been made.

I can't just stop the game.

I'm not asking you to stop the game.

Just pick the loser.

Everyone knows that the games of Kitson are rigged.

That's an outrageous assertion, my grandfather helped build...

I know you've got that little button clutched in your hand.

Okay, fair enough.

But you can't just expect me to give them to you.

I didn't ask that.

I'll buy them.

- Why? - That's my business.

I understand yours is to make a profit.

I'll compensate you fairly.

Okay. Okay.

Damn.

Compliments on the choice.

The Terrans have prevailed in an upset.

Another example that in my House of Games,

anyone can be lucky.

You look like you could use a drink.

I know your head's spinning.

I'm fine.

It's a lot for everyone, but I...

I know what Coulson meant to you...

Seriously, I'm good.

We've seen our share of freaks.

I mean, at this point, nothing should surprise us.

He's a match.

Same DNA as Coulson.

- That's not him. - I know.

Plus, I-I have other things to worry about.

I mean, Fitz-Simmons.

Dude, you got to let them fend for themselves for now.

Simmons made that choice for us,

and truthfully, I need you here with me.

Well, I mean, it seems like

you have everything handled, Director.

I mean there's a reason all those hands went up

when I put it to vote.

Yeah, thanks for doing me that favor.

But, uh...

things change when you're...

you're actually running the show.

Coulson struggled, too.

He just...

He was very good at hiding it.

You see, that's why I need you here with me.

I mean, besides being able to quake somebody's ass,

you're always direct.

You want direct?

Yo-Yo's the most direct person I know.

I mean, I saw all kinds of crazy in space,

and then I came back to a sociopath

wearing Coulson's face,

but the one thing I don't believe

is that you and Yo-Yo are still split up.

Yeah.

Well...

Well, you're not the only one who can...

compartmentalize.

You know, just like you don't like to think about this...

this Sarge business, I don't like to think about...

But you love each other.

Hey. So, I found a fix for this tracker, of course.

I analyzed the alien encryption...

not easy...

and found a way to hack it.

That's just me, guy from future who doesn't belong.

If you look, there's two other dots,

and it looks like they're moving towards each other.

Once we're in the air, you'll take a pilot and peel off in a Quinjet.

We'll each bag a Shrike, then rendezvous on the Zephyr.

And it's capture, not kill, right?

That's right.

Look.

Just because we couldn't save them before

doesn't mean we can't now.

This is Zephyr One... we're en route to target.

We'll check in when we've caught the birds.

We found two of those creatures.

Director sent me to see if...

This is Agent Khan. We're gonna need a medical team.

The big guy's not breathing.

Um...

Cancel that medical team!

I need a rescue team! Aah!

This guy's breathing now, but he's breathing fire!

Say again?

Fire! He's breathing fire!

Stand by, Agent Khan. Almost there.

Brace yourself, comin' in violent.

Permission to destroy door.

Permission granted.

Jaco?

Glad I could be useful.

I guess we know why he didn't want our help.

He wasn't sick.

He was turning into a dragon.

Yeah.

And the Sarge's ticket out of here.

Agent Rodriguez is en route on the Quinjet.

- She got her man, too. - Good.

Wheels up in five.

To your generosity.

For purchasing my release, as well.

And your name?

Izel.

Truthfully, I can take or leave synthetics,

but my new crew wanted you and you're cheap.

No offense.

Only a little taken.

In any case, a cold Baracoolada

goes well with the taste of freedom.

New crew? You mean us.

Wish I could say that I saved you

out of the kindness of my heart,

but I didn't come to Kitson for noble gestures.

I came to recruit those with nothing to lose.

Well, I'm not sure that quite describes Fitz and myself.

You're both wanted.

Yeah, not for crimes that make any sense.

Fitz and I are just scientists.

Even better.

I don't need fighters. I can handle that.

Your knowledge might be perfect for what I'm searching for.

And what is that?

Valuable artifacts stolen from me.

And I know what planet they're on.

Whatever planet you're going to,

it will probably be foreign to Fitz and I.

Our knowledge is mostly Earth-based.

Did you think it was luck that I saved the lives of two Terrans?

You mean...

You're going to Earth?

We're going to Earth.

Excellent. Yeah.

You could've lead with that.

Oh, one problem.

I don't have a ship.

It was destroyed with my last crew on board.

I only salvaged the jump drive.

We may know of a ship.

You're persistent, I'll give you that.

Must be starved for company.

You shared a little with Agent May.

Why not continue that conversation with me?

I was trying to recruit her.

You want to take a ride?

No, I'm good.

Doesn't matter.

Like I said,

I won't be in here much longer.

Oh, that's right. That's right.

Uh, and how do you think you'll get out?

We'll see.

Anything could happen.

You mean, like, uh,

that door could burn down?

Yeah.

We put out Jaco's fire.

He's sleeping it off.

But you might want to get used to this cell

'cause you're gonna be in here for a while, my friend.

I don't think I'll be calling this home

- or calling you friend. - Oh, that's disappointing.

I was hoping maybe we could plan a fishing trip together.

Oh, well.

Oh, we, uh...

we got your tracker up and running.

We nabbed two Shrike that were headed for each other.

My team has them inbound, so...

it looks like we're gonna save those lives after all.

Wow.

Two at once?

Seems like you've outsmarted me.

HQ, this is Zephyr One.

We have collected the Shrike.

Both are calm and contained.

Setting a course for home.

Agent Rodriguez.

What are they doing?

I don't know.

Close the door.

May, these guys started shaking and screaming

as soon as we put them together!

Copy that.

I'll contact HQ.

Control, it seems like whatever they're doing,

it's a reaction to their close proximity.

All right, see if you can sedate them,

but keep them in the containment module.

Copy.

He knew.

What do you mean?

The way Sarge reacted when I told him we had the two Shrike.

He knew something was gonna happen.

We gotta get him in here, don't we?

Just a guess...

those Shrike you were so proud you bagged,

did they get a little spooky on you?

My Agents are in trouble.

So that's a yes.

Get used to trouble.

More's on the way.

What are they getting ready to do?

Kill everyone on that aircraft.

Tell me how to stop that from happening!

I showed you.

You stick a knife in them,

but it's too late for that now

because you wanted to save lives.

Fire until they're done.

Fire!

Oh my God.

Agent down. And we lost the hosts.

Copy that.

Whatever they've turned into, it's contained for the moment,

but it wants out. Should we jettison the module?

You don't want to do that.

It feeds on life.

You put it on the ground,

you'll just be giving it more to consume.

Negative. Do not jettison.

What should we do with it?

I guess this is where I give you my list of demands.

May! There's no way that's gonna hold!

And if it gets out, we could lose the plane.

Control, do you have anything for us?

It's breaking containment.

- Control! - What do you want?

My team and my truck.

Then I give you something that maybe saves your plane.

Maybe?

Depends how bad it is up there.

Here.

Just stay behind me.

May, if base has a solution, now would be a good moment for it.

Control, Yo-Yo's in there with it.

Give us something.

Deal! Your truck and your crew, now what do we do?

Cold. That stuff can't survive it.

May, altitude. Cold kills it.

- What's your altimeter? - We're high enough.

Yo-Yo, we're gonna freeze that thing.

I need to depressurize and open the ramp.

Get out. Now.

Too late for that! Get some oxygen!

Hold on!

Yo-Yo?

Do you copy?

Yo-Yo!

We're good.

Zephyr is safe.

We're coming home.

Copy that.

We'll see you soon.

Don't get comfortable.

There's a lot more out there where those two came from.

And their maker's coming.

What do we do next?

Toldja.

- Refill the hydraulic lines. - Yeah.

And don't forget to seal the reserve tanks.

Oh, no. Not again.

We helped you get your friend back.

What do you want from us?

- This ship is now ours... - We're taking this ship back...

- Oh, I'm sorry. - No, you go.

- No, after you. - That's okay.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

Okay. We are... We are taking this ship back.

Now.

Look, I don't need anymore broken bones.

- So, if you want the ship... - We do.

And a crew.

For a trip to Earth.

This clunker won't get you that deep.

And we're busy.

I have a drive that'll get us there.

And I think I have enough credits

to help you free up some time.

Sure.

I'll go to Earth.

They're your credits to waste.

Get the drive ready. We'll prep for departure.

Home.

Hey. Hey! Enoch.

Where you going?

My mission is complete.

The Earth was saved,

and you have secured passage home.

I have a new mission...

to find a home for my people.

Wait a second.

You're just gonna leave without saying goodbye?

You humans have a saying.

"Goodbyes suck."

I thought I'd spare you.

Thank you for everything, Enoch.

Thanks, Enoch.

Even though you did totally disrupt my life.

You are welcome.

Come here.

Don't be afraid to call.

Another of your expressions.

This will contact you?

Yes, but use it only as needed,

for I will not miss you very much, Leopold Fitz.

I am bluffing.