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

We came through a gateway,

some sort of temporal shift.

You're not here to save me.

- Who, then?
- Humanity.

Do you see an Earth
that can be saved?

It's too late.

It's already been quaked apart.

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

No matter what.

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?

It's a Cryo-Freeze Chamber.

- What?!
- Yeah.

I'm taking the long way there.

Gonna sleep for 74 years.

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.

Fitz!

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?

Days.

Weeks, if I'm lucky.

All right, Director...

where to first?

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.

Piper? Talk to me!

Are they still on our tail? Piper!

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...

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.

Daisy, we're on approach. Be ready.

- Not my best.
- Not your best, Davis!

Thanks, sidekick!

You have violated galactic ordinance

and entered D'Rillian atmosphere

without clearance.

Prepared to be boarded.

He seems nice.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

Strike teams, spread out.

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?
- Bravo team, in position.

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

There it is!

Where? Where?!

Dialing it in...

Somewhere in Indiana.

It's in Castleton! Go!

That'll be us.

We're sending coordinates now.

It looks like a-a park.

Move! Move!

All right.

Let's see you do it again.

Do you hear that?

Go! Go! Go!

Jaco!

Hands in the air. Now.

Just say the word.

Watch the kids.

Surrender now or we will fire.

Hold on!

Everybody okay?

Yeah. All good.

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.

And this is reality... distorting.

Uh, how about "reality warps"?

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

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.

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.

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...

he's a part of something bigger.

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.

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.

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.

Good.

Remember your foot position on impact.

You know, your poker
face needs work, too.

I need a poker face while I'm fighting?

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.

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.

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.

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...

Over here!

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

Yeah.

But it's a dead end.

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.

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.

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.

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...

I think it's partially because...

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

Yeah.

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.

Didn't know if you'd get through.

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.

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.

- Simmons, what do you got?
- I found something inside the Chamber.

- 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...

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.

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!

- The Confederacy.
- How did they find us?

- Simmons, kill switch.
- You handle electrical.

- Piper, power down the compressors.
- I'm on it.

- It's a scout?
- A destroyer.

If they didn't think we were so strong,

maybe they'd send smaller ships.

We weren't spotted, were we?

No, we'd be dust.

If we stay under the rings,
we might go unnoticed.

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.

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

You can't stop it.

It's coming.

Stop what? What's coming?

Pachakutiq.

Pachakutiq!

Wave goodbye.

Hell, Benson.

You didn't detect a heartbeat?

Heartbeat?!

He doesn't have a heart!

Tell me that's not a time bomb.

Bomb, no.

Time, yes.

And a place.

We may have our next location.

Fox, put in these coordinates.

40-12-14.7 north.

85-24-40.3 west.

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

Just saying.

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.

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.

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.

Hold on!

Front shielding is down!

Piper, we need to jump.

We're primed!

Hurry!

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

The coordinates are already locked in.

Simmons.

I'm sorry.

I want eyes on something.

Clear 'em out!

Avoid the perimeter.

First team, move up!

Staying clear in the next 90.

We need you to clear this area!

Hurry, folks! Move! Move!

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.

- Stay back!
- Hold your fire!

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.

Please! My son!

It's okay ma'am. Come
with me. Are you hurt?

Don't worry.

You'll be a butterfly.

No.

Get down!

Talk to me.

Communication's knocked out, too.

You okay?

Go.

Go!

Let her go.

You...

I don't ask twice.

You're...

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

Never heard of it.