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

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,