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Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D."...

Simmons:
We came through a gateway,

some sort of temporal shift.

Virgil:
You're not here to save me.

-Who, then?
-Humanity.

♪♪

Deke: Do you see an Earth
that can be saved?

It's too late.

It's already
been quaked apart.

Coulson: We need to make sure
this world never comes to be.

May: No matter what.

♪♪

[ Grunting ]

♪♪

Fitz didn't get taken
to the future.

You weren't part of
the Seer's prophecy, Mr. Fitz.

How does this get Fitz
to the future?

Fitz: It's a
Cryo-Freeze Chamber.

-What?!
-Yeah.

I'm taking
the long way there.

Gonna sleep
for 74 years.

[ Gasps ]

[ Grunts ]

♪♪

Yo-Yo: We made it back home,

and we fought
to save the world

from a future
we knew was coming.

But the more we fought...

the closer it came.

The team makes one choice,
and it ruins everything.

Phil Coulson is dying.

And you have to let him.

[ Rumbling ]

[ Grunting ]

Fitz!

[ Coughs ]

♪♪

Coulson: I've lived a life
surrounded by heroes.

None bigger
than all of you.

Because we sign up
to lose each other.

To get close to good people
and have them taken away.

And now Fitz is frozen,
out in deep space somewhere,

I have not a single doubt
you will find him.

How long
did Simmons say you have?

Coulson: Days.

Weeks,
if I'm lucky.

♪♪

All right,
Director...

where to first?

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Rumbles, alarm blaring ]

♪♪

Apologies,
Agent Fitz.

We find ourselves
in a bit of a conundrum.

I was prepared
to guard this vessel

for the next 73 years,
261 days.

But I now must calculate
your best chances of survival.

♪♪

An extremely...
difficult computation.

Considering
the circumstance.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Jet engine whirring ]

♪♪

Piper?
Talk to me!

Are they still on our tail?
Piper!

[ Extinguisher hissing ]
Yeah,
I hear you, Davis!

Give me
a second, breathe!

I'm trying to cool
the drive lines.

Look, I ran a multi-spec scan,
360 3-D.

And?

And...

[ Breathing heavily ]

Nothing.

Nothing, we're clear!

Well, don't put
your feet up yet.

We've still got to put
this thing down in
unwelcome territory.

[ Computer beeps ]

Daisy, we're on approach.
Be ready.

♪♪

[ Crashes ]

[ Grunts ]
[ Exhales sharply ]

Not my best.
Not your best, Davis!

Thanks, sidekick!

[ Computer beeps ]

♪♪

[ Static ]

You have violated
galactic ordinance

and entered
D'Rillian atmosphere

without clearance.

Prepared to be boarded.

[ Computer beeps ]
He seems nice.

[ Door whirring ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

I'm unarmed.

♪♪

Present authorization,
Terran.

I don't have any.

We're a little desperate
for fuel,

so we had no choice
but to land here.

Scan her face.

Check for ident
on the data-streams.

[ Device whirring ]

Foolhardy.

This small aircraft isn't even
worth as much as a unit of fuel.

Unless you plan
to work in the shafts,

how do you expect
to make payment?

You're gonna give it
to me on the house.

[ Laughs ]

Must be the daughter
of a monarch,

slumming it
on the outer brink.

Well, that's not how
it works here, princess.

Who is this girl?
We get a name?

♪♪

Quake.

[ Rumbling ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Grunting ]

[ Grunts ]

♪♪

Give us what we want and we'll
let you live to cry about it.

Trok:
You want fuel, it's yours.

Take what you need.
-No.

I mean, yes, but no.
We're looking for someone.

Someone else
to shake down?

Or someone you want
to eliminate?

♪♪

We just want
to bring him home.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Pen clicking ]

♪♪

[ Clicking continues ]

Runco. Quit it.

♪♪

Has Agent Simmons ever explained
what these readings meant?

It started after she left,
and now she's light-years away.

Quiet.

♪♪

That's low-level
activity.

I know.

♪♪

[ Button clicks ]

Strike teams,
spread out.

[ Jet engine roars ]

100 miles
in each direction.

Way ahead of you.

Alpha team
in position.

We need someone close enough
to get there in time.

Bravo team?
-Brave team, in position.

♪♪

-Charlie team, standing by.
-Delta team, in position.

♪♪

[ Alarm blaring ]
There it is!

Where? Where?!

Dialing it in...

Somewhere in Indiana.

[ Computer beeping, whirring ]

♪♪

It's in Castleton! Go!

That'll be us.

We're sending coordinates now.

It looks like a-a park.

Move!

[ Jet engine roars ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

All right.

Let's see you
do it again.

[ Rumbling ]

[ Chains rattle ]

Do you hear that?

♪♪

♪♪

[ Rumbling continues ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Groaning ]

♪♪

♪♪

Man: [ Straining ]
Jaco!

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Jet engine approaching ]

May: [ Over loudspeaker ]
Hands in the air. Now.

Just say the word.

Watch the kids.

Surrender now
or we will fire.

♪♪

[ Grunts ]

♪♪

Hold on!

May: Everybody okay?
[ Groans ]

♪♪

Safe to say
he got away.

Electronics
are fried.

I'll try and contact HQ
for extract.

Director Mackenzie
will be worried.

Ah.
He'll be pissed.

How could you lose him?!

What good is it
getting there in time

if we don't
take this guy down?

I had a clear shot, but then
May warned me about the kids,

which made it feel a lot
less like a clear shot.

You did
the right thing.

But you were wrong
for engaging in the air.

We needed
feet on the ground.

Or more bodies
in the field?

If Yo-Yo was --
-I was in another jet.

And remember, Mack,
all you've been talking about

for the past three days...
-Speed.

-Getting there in time.
-...was speed.

Try to catch the person
who's creating all these...

I don't even know
what to call them.

-"Anomalies"?
-No.

-We used that word up last year.
-And this is different.

Those were hallucinations
coming to life.

[ Sighs ] And this is
reality...distorting.

Uh, how about
"reality warps"?

Uh, "irregularity storms"?
Fox. You're not helping.

Mack: Look, regardless,
the good news is,

no innocents were killed.
-Not to mention Agents.

Well, that goes without saying.
But it's worth saying.

You got knocked around,
but everyone's okay?

At least
we have confirmation

that it is a person
causing this.

Yeah, but we don't know
how or...

who or what he is.

[ Sighs deeply ]

[ Grunts ] We -- We need
workable theories, people.

Anything, even stupid ideas
are welcome.

Our two brightest minds
are MIA.

Still no contact
with them?

Not in months.

Sir.

Keller
has a theory.

Thanks.
Well, uh --

we both have been looking
at these locations,

trying to find a connection.
-Good.

This park,
as well as the city bus

with the holes
torn through it

and the lake
that froze solid

in the middle
of the desert...

They all sit
on Ley Lines.

Energy lines that crisscross
the Earth in a sort of pattern.

Multiple cultures have believed
in some version of this --

Incan, Aborigine,
Native American.

Maybe we can use that
to narrow the search.

And don't you all
look at me like that.

You said stupid ideas
are welcome.

I'm full of them.

[ Laughter ]

We'd be stupid not to consider
anything at this point.

You two stay on it.

Yo-Yo, I want you
back training with May.

This gunman looked
like a monster,

he might actually be one.

So you might need
to handle him.

You got it.

All right, everyone else,
you know your assignments.

So let's get to work.

I'm late for
my morning check-in.

Who does the boss
got to check in with?

His boss.

Take it
one step at a time.

It's not your job
to solve every problem.

Your job is to put together
a team you trust

and then to tell them
to take it one step at a time.

That's all
you can do.

If you think about everything
you're up against all at once,

you'll crack.

Fury always said,
a man can accomplish anything

once he realizes...
[ Knocks on door ]

...he's a part
of something bigger.
[ Black box beeps ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Sighs ]
Still watching those?

I'm hesitant
to stop.

He'd be proud.

The job suits you.

The Agents
out there know it.

Yeah, well,

I'll never be the Director
Coulson was.

No, you're a different
Director.

That's not
a bad thing.

I don't have to remind you
what the date is tomorrow.

I'm well aware.

I'd like to commemorate
the day

by putting your proposal
into motion.

But we still have to settle
on a Department Head.

I'm still
working on it.

And that's all
I wanted to hear.

Hard to believe
it's been a year.

I'm glad you got
a little time together.

We got more
than we thought we would.

I should have something for you
by the end of today.

Good.

You're doing a great job
with the recruitment.

We've got
plenty of muscle.

We need brains.

♪♪

♪♪

Simmons: Your planet has
68% of the gravity

we generate
on this aircraft.

While that makes it easier
to lift ore out of the ground,

it makes your cells
gelatinous,

your bones porous.

Now, I'm no expert
in D'Rillian anatomy --

when I cut into your corpse,
I will be --

but I assume enough time
under this pressure

and either your brain
will hemorrhage

or the weight of your organs
will collapse your lungs.

I don't know
anything.

I'm curious
which will come first.

All right. All right,
what do you want?!

Our friend's ship
was cut in half.

I don't know
anything about it.

The ship should have been
off radar, undetectable.

The half we did find
had a manifest.

We've met with every supplier
on that manifest.

We've been to the O-2 oceans
of Trinawa,

rusted moons of Pyree,

knowing someone must have
tracked the ship

and given that information
to whomever attacked it.

And you, sir, have a reputation
for selling traceable fuel.

No, no, I didn't --

So we want to know if you filled
his ship with your fuel

and then sold the tracking data
and to whom.

I didn't sell
traceable fuel.

At least
not to that ship.

It was basically
unmanned.

[ Chain rattles ]

[ Grunts ]
I swear! I swear!

I'll show you
the fuel lines!

I saw some fuel
left behind in there.

What do you mean "you saw them"?
What fuel lines?

I bought the broken half
of that vessel for parts,

fair and square.

I didn't know anything
about any attack.

The other half.
It's here.

♪♪

[ Electricity zapping ]

[ Crashes ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Grunting ]

Good.

Remember your foot position
on impact.

[ Grunting resumes ]

You know, your poker face
needs work, too.

I need a poker face
while I'm fighting?

[ Grunts ]

Doesn't hurt.

But I meant
in the meeting today.

What are you
talking about?

Agent Keller?

He's obviously
attracted to you.

And you try hard
not to laugh at his jokes.

I'm betting it's mutual.

That against the rules
or something?

No.

That's my point.

You should feel free to pursue
it, have a drink with him.

No doubt Mack's
picking up on it, too,

but you shouldn't have
to protect his feelings.

[ Scoffs ]

That's easy to say.
How can I not?

He's a grown man.

Look, I've tried
everything, you know?

I was willing
to work on it, but...

He dove into his job 100%,
locked himself in that office.

Mack didn't close the doors
to avoid distractions.

He just closed
the doors on me.

You two have been
through a lot.

But now
it's been a year,

and if last year
has taught me anything,

it's that life isn't meant
to be lived alone.

[ Sighs ]

I don't often give advice,
but that's my advice.

Yeah, that was a lot of talking.
Are you okay?

And besides,
Keller's cute.

Not my type.

Like I said,
needs work.

[ Grunting ]

♪♪

Complete loss
of cabin pressure.

It's times like this I wish
we didn't change the timeline.

Well, good news is,
Fitz was in cryo,

so he'd be able
to survive that, right?

I would think...

Davis: Over here!

♪♪

♪♪

[ Machine hisses ]

♪♪

Well, at least
it's not a dead body.

Yeah.

But it's a dead end.

♪♪

[ Exhales deeply ]

Excuse me.
Agent Rodriguez.

Uh, Fox and I are eager to chase
our wacky Ley Lines theory,

but we need time in Control
to sort through the data

and we need approval
from a unit commander

and you're a unit commander,
so...

Go ahead.

There have been stranger
theories that proved to be true.

Thank you.

Agent May
is onto us.

♪♪

Really? 'Cause I've been
playing it pretty cool.

She knows?

Suspects.

I may be playing it
too cool.

♪♪

So, you want
to put on the brakes?

Call off
the night shift?

And I was already planning
to go full nerd herd

this evening
anyway, so...

It would
probably be wise.

It's all good.

You know
where to find me.

We'll just...

We'll just
take some time.

'Cause it's wise.

For me.
It's for myself.

I'm not afraid
of Mack finding out.

Well, I am.
He is not small.

Honestly, I've too much
respect for the guy.

I'd much rather
we tell him about it

than have him
stumble on it.

He has enough
to deal with.

Yeah, and he's just
started to trust you.

You don't want
to mess that up.
I absolutely do not.

But it's your call,

however you want
to handle it.

I'm more than happy

to spend
my nights alone.

♪♪

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Evening, Mack.

♪♪

Thought
I'd find you here.

Safe bet most nights.

Not a bad ritual.

Well, taking advice
from Coulson's files.

He said, "Find a way to keep
your feet on the ground,

and stay in touch with
the people we fight for."

So this is
your grounding wire?

It's one of three.

Boss Man in the morning,

bartender at night,
Baptist church on Sundays.

Don't say you're here
on S.H.I.E.L.D. business.

You just like the beers
they have on tap.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, I'm glad
you joined me for one.

Actually,

I'm here on
S.H.I.E.L.D. business.

I'm close
on a Department Head.

Close? What,
he stop saying no?

No. I need you
to get the yes.

Name the time
and place.

Here. Now.

L-Let's not
bring him here, Melinda.

This is
my sacred space.

I thought that
was the church.

Anyway, he's at
the end of the bar.

This the guy?

Alphonso Mackenzie,
Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

You can call me Mack.

May: Mack, this is
Dr. Marcus Benson,

Director of Natural Sciences
at Culver University.

You can call me
whatever you want.

Andrew's favorite teacher,
then colleague, then friend.

And an IQ of 160
doesn't hurt.

This lady said more to me
in one phone call

than she did all the years
that she was married to Garner.

No details, of course,

and, uh, well,
I didn't need 'em.

I'm not gonna chase boogeymen
with you guys.

And yet you drove
two hours to get here?

That's because
of the university.

I mean, I built that department
from the ground up,

and now they're canceling
my classes

and "lightening my load."

And I can't tell

if it's because of this
or this.

No-good spies, meddling
in other people's business.

I didn't meddle.
And admit it --

your drinking
has gotten worse.

So you did spy.

I used to share a cocktail
with the love of my life.

But when he died,

this became
a way to remember him.

Or forget.
I don't know.

Well, I'm hoping you haven't
drowned your curiosity

and that it'll still
get the best of you.

You know, we...

lost someone, too.

A leader, a teacher.

We don't want
to forget.

We've tried to fill
the hole he left behind, to...

...to rebuild.

But we need brains.

You're talking plural.
I only have the one.

We want you
to find more.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy.

Not overnight -- we won't
open it for a year or two --

but we need you to build it
from the ground up.

In his name.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s
second chance.

And from what
I can gather,

yours, too.

In the meantime...

boogeymen?

I'm not gonna lie.
We have some pressing questions.

In fields you only
theorized could exist.

Benson.

This is not
what I wanted.

I'm too old,
too fogged up for this.

You're our best option.

Two of our brightest minds
are in deep space.

They can't make contact,
and until they jump back,

we need you on this

or innocent people
will die.

♪♪

Did you say
deep space?

♪♪

Yeah.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

I feel...

Gut punched.

I'm sorry.

I'm worried
about Simmons.

She's never
let doubt creep in,

not even
for a second.

I think it's...

[ Sighs ] I think
it's partially because...

'Cause she'd totally
lose it if she does.

[ Quietly ] Yeah.

♪♪

[ Machine hisses ]

♪♪

♪♪

We found
a launch mechanism.

Maybe there was
an escape pod or something.

I appreciate
the bright side.

I mean, I hope so.

But either way...

Either way,
it's time to head home.

♪♪

Yeah, head home
and regroup.

Thank God.

I mean, one more week
with Davis and we will
find a dead body -- his.

Yes, because one more
week with you

and I will definitely
kill myself.

♪♪

You guys never wavered.

You stayed on when the rest
of the crew got off.

Thank you.

I know this is a lot more than
what you guys bargained for.

And I think
we will all benefit

from getting back to, uh,
familiar territory.

To loved ones.

♪♪

We need them.

And they may need us.

♪♪

[ Crunches ]

♪♪

[ Rumbling ]

♪♪

Hmm. Didn't know
if you'd get through.

[ Breathing heavily ]

You want
to drop the blaster?

Safety first.

-Where's Tinker?
-Didn't make it.

What do you mean didn't make it?
What the hell happened?

Bad crossing.

You came through something
they built here?

A native structure?

He turned
to concrete.

Well, now
he's a butterfly.

[ Exhales deeply ]

What about Sarge?
He's coming soon.

Is his crossing clear?

Nope.

It's a museum.

Okay, a museum.

All right, well,
let's get there.

And blow it
straight to hell.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Inhales deeply ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Simmons,
what do you got?

I found something
inside the Chamber.

[ Computer beeping ]

An engraving?
What is it?
It's Aeonian script.

Translated, it means "Low
Temperature Suspension Chamber."

-You learned to read alien?
-Of course.

What have you been doing
over the last year?

Underneath that phrase
was a word --

Naro-Atzia. I've seen it before.
It's a planet.

Here. It must be where
the Chamber was made,

and that's where
Fitz would go.

And he was staring at it,
he would've read it

and headed there to -- to find
a way to freeze himself again.

That's deep,
deep space.

No, I-I know
how he thinks.

That's where he'd go,
and we have to follow.

Jemma, that's a long shot,
even for us.

I mean, this is
barely a clue.

-It's not much.
-It's nothing.

Sorry, this is --
-No, I'm right.

I can feel it
in my gut.

Going that deep
is not smart.

It... [ Sighs ]

We have to consider
heading home and regrouping

before we jump into the juicy
center of the Milky Way.

No, we can't
let this trail go cold!

Davis, you set
the coordinates,

and let's get ready to --
-No.

[ Breathing heavily ]

What?

I said no.

I'm sorry,
but this is crazy.

I want to find Fitz
as much as anyone.
Wrong.

We don't even know if we can get
back from that deep in space.

Piper,
back me up.
Look, as much as I hate
to agree with Davis,

he's right.

Tactically, going home

may be our best chance
of finding Fitz.

We can restock.
We can refuel.

Don't talk tactics.
He's family.

Yeah, other people
have family, too!

I mean, Davis has
a kid, remember?

I haven't seen him
in months.

Daisy, please.
Come on.

We both know this --
Hey, no. No, no,
you don't do that.

You don't make
that decision without us.

I'm the one
who flies this thing.

Look, we are
in this with you.

We are all
just worn very thin.

Simmons, we have
to take a step back.

The Zephyr
is really banged up,

and we don't know how many jumps
we have left.

The Zephyr is banged up
because everywhere we go,

Quake leaves a wake
of destruction!

I've explained
my philosophy on that.

They need to respect
how strong we are.

We're down
to four people!

Exactly! That is the point!
They don't know that!

[ Alarm blaring ]

-The Confederacy.
-How did they find us?

-Simmons, kill switch.
-You handle electrical.

Daisy: Piper, power down
the compression.
I'm on it.

♪♪

[ Zephyr powering down ]

♪♪

It's a scout?
A destroyer.

Simmons: If they didn't think
we were so strong,

maybe they'd send
smaller ships.

♪♪

[ Whispering ] We weren't
spotted, were we?

[ Whispering ]
No, we'd be dust.

[ Whispering ]
If we stay under the rings,
we might go unnoticed.

[ Whispering ]
We don't need to whisper.

Sound can't travel
in a vacuum.

It makes
me feel better.

♪♪

Is it too late
to turn down this job?

What do you
make of it?

Well, I'd have a theory if
he was encased in concrete.

But he's partially
made of concrete.

And that's not all.

He has components.

-Cybernetic?
-Uh, looks like.

This on his neck.

Tell me that's not
a lens of some sort.

[ Gasps ]

I got you...
I got you...

You can't
stop it.

It's coming.

♪♪

Stop what?
What's coming?

Pachakutiq.

Pachakutiq!

Wave goodbye.

[ Breathing heavily,
gags ]

♪♪

Hell, Benson.

You didn't
detect a heartbeat?

Heartbeat?!

He doesn't
have a heart!

[ Object clatters ]

Tell me that's not
a time bomb.

♪♪

Bomb, no.

Time, yes.

And a place.

♪♪

[ Door opens ]

We may have
our next location.

Fox, put in
these coordinates.

40-12-14.7 north.
[ Keys clacking ]

85-24-40.3 west.

Ha, look at that,
right on a Ley Line...

Just saying.
[ Clears throat ]

No, you were right.
Keller, take Fox with you.

May, Yo-Yo, take point.

-Yes, sir.
-We'll get on the road.

You get on the comms and
let us know where we're going.

♪♪

♪♪

Get out of here, kid.

♪♪

Time to make
some ripples.

♪♪

Davis: We're dead meat.

♪♪

The Confederate ship
is turning.

Get ready. Looks like
we've been spotted.

No.
I don't think so.

Well, you've always been dumb
as a bag of bricks.

[ Chuckles ]
I'll put money on it.

Of course you will,
because if I win,

we'll be dead and
you won't have to pay me.

Look at you
finally catching on.

♪♪

Davis wins.

♪♪

[ Zephyr powering on ]

Davis: Hold on!

♪♪

[ Crashes ]

[ Electricity crackles,
grunting ]

Davis:
Front shielding is down!

♪♪

Piper,
we need to jump.

[ Alarm blaring ]

♪♪

We're primed!

Hurry!

Enter the coordinates for Earth.
Let's get out of here.

The coordinates are
already locked in.

Simmons.

[ Whirring ]

I'm sorry.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Tire squealing ]

♪♪

I want eyes
on something.

♪♪

♪♪

Man:
Clear the area!

♪♪

This is gonna
take a minute.

And I'm 90%
that a band of natives

just pulled up
with an axe to grind.

Do you want to buy us
some more time, Snowflake?

♪♪

With pleasure.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Breathing heavily ]
Stay back!

♪♪

They have him!

Th-They'll kill him!

We got hostages!

-My God.
-May, go in stealth.

I want eyes on them first,
but the clock's ticking.

[ Inhales shakily ]
Please! My son!

♪♪

♪♪

Don't worry.

You'll be a butterfly.

♪♪

No.

Get down!

♪♪

Talk to me.

♪♪

Communication's
knocked out, too.

♪♪

[ Ringing ]
[ Muffled groan ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ May breathing heavily ]

♪♪

[ Muffled groaning ]

♪♪

[ Muffled ] You okay?

♪♪

Go.

Go!

♪♪

[ Groans ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Engine revs ]

♪♪

[ Indistinct yelling ]

♪♪

[ Crash, tires squealing ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

Let her go.

You...

♪♪

I don't ask twice.

You're...

You're from
S.H.I.E.L.D.

[ ICER discharges ]

Never heard of it.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Engine revs ]

♪♪

[ Scraping ]

♪♪

[ Tool clatters ]

♪♪

[ Muffled yelling
in alien language ]

[ Banging on door ]

Bida taha!

Bat ci timi
za tranitak.

Rica safa
di sa ih-lahdi.

[ Whirs, hisses ]

[ Groans ]

♪♪

♪♪

[ Exhales sharply ]

Niki de.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

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LIMAFOX76: Created page with "{{episode buttons}} Last season on "Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D."... Simmons: We came through a gateway, some sort of temporal shift. Virgil: You're not here to save me...."