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

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

I found something inside the chamber.

"Naro-Atzia". I've seen it before.

It's a planet. That's where Fitz would go.

Going that deep is not smart.

No! We can't let this trail go cold.

Enter the coordinates for Earth.

Let's get out of here.

The coordinates are already locked in.

We are approaching Naro-Atzia.

Is it safe for us down there?

It will be challenging to conceal

that we have murdered the Controller.

The other crew members...

They could easily find employment

on the planet of Kitson.

What did you just do?

He's here.

I can feel it.

_

She's reckless and dangerous!

She deliberately disobeyed your orders.

She seriously compromised our chances of getting home.

We are almost out of food,

and we don't even know how many more jumps we can make.

We need to confine her to the cargo hold.

She put our lives and the mission at risk.

Fitz is the mission.

We didn't come this far to give up.

Cowards.

Enough.

Everybody stand down and take a breath.

Simmons is right.

Fitz is the mission.

But I'm the mission leader,

and that was my call to make, not yours.

Whose side are you on?

You know damn well whose side we are all on.

We went to a Fire Planet for you.

We followed every bread crumb trying to find him,

and now we're at the end of a galaxy

because of a tiny word we can't even read.

I told you what it said!

We need to take a step back, Jemma.

We can't save Fitz if we can't save ourselves.

We're going home.

Hopefully we can make it there.

Go if you want, but I'm staying.

Permission denied.

And if you have a problem with that,

I'll have you locked up until we get there.

I'd like to see you try.

What was that?

Greetings.

Welcome to Naro-Atzia.

I am Pretorious Pryce,

your duly sanctioned customs officer.

Your spacecraft has been docked,

and I'm requesting permission to come aboard

for your welcoming inspection.

That won't be necessary.

Not sure I understand.

Change of plans. We won't be visiting your planet,

um, but thank you.

It looks lovely.

Perhaps I wasn't clear.

The forms have been prepared,

and you're already in the system.

Okay, well, just take us out of the system,

and then we'll be on our way.

Once you are in the system,

you are in the system.

As I said, there are forms, prepared forms.

I don't like the rules, but they must be enforced.

Fine. Come aboard.

Maybe he inspected Fitz's ship.

We can at least ask, can't we?

He could be so close.

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These snails should fetch a good price at market,

enough to buy fuel and supplies for several cycles.

Where you heading?

Naro-Atzia.

And from there, back to our solar system

so we can orbit Jupiter

for another 72 years, 312 days,

after we purchase a Cryo-Chamber.

Your business is your business.

You know, we heard what you did.

You saved this crew,

gave the Controller his walking papers.

You're real heroes.

Anyone would have done the same.

Not around here.

Those look good.

They taste even better.

These are not meant for Terran consumption,

especially not on an empty stomach.

We will find you nourishment after we are paid.

- I know, but I'm starving. - Yeah, about that.

We're just gonna take the snails

and the, uh, ship, too.

Why are you doing this?

My business is my business.

And yours, well...

... seems to be everybody's.

It's really simple.

You can get off my ship right now

or we tell the local enforcers you're here.

Take the snails and leave the ship.

It's our only way off this planet.

Tell you what.

I will pay you for it.

Really?

This planet has a reputation.

Fortunes are lost here.

But fortunes are won, as well.

Maybe your luck will take an upswing.

Welcome to the House of Games.

Please check your weapons and moral high ground,

then walk through the scanner.

Robots, droids, mechs, cyborgs, and synths

are strictly prohibited.

Violators will be removed and executed.

I think maybe you should wait outside.

Enoch!

Hey. Hey!

Welcome to the House of Games.

How'd you make it through?

I am not a robot, droid, mech, cyborg, or synth.

I am a Chronicom.

I was designed with internal mechanisms

that mask my non-organic structure

and mimic human biological function.

I can easily fool any scanner.

Cool. Good to know.

Glad you made it.

I must admit that this journey together,

from the moment our ship was attacked until now,

barring perhaps that one incident with the MazTats,

has been quite stimulating and informative.

Are you seriously trying to tell me that you're having fun?

It would seem that, yes,

I am having a facsimile of what you would call "fun".

And Fitz...

Yes, Enoch?

I think, during this past year, you have become

what one would call my best friend.

Is it safe to assume you feel the same?

Do you want to know how I feel?

I feel like we are Xandarian snails.

Keep moving, but we're not getting anywhere.

We need money to get off this planet,

and all we have is this...

one lousy chip.

Not exactly Monte Carlo.

One chip is all we may need.

I am well-versed in over 10,000 intergalactic games of chance,

several of which are being played in this casino.

And you're only just telling me that now?

Which games are you good at?

Approximately... none.

I have no experiential knowledge.

I have only been an observer.

I'm never gonna see her again.

You'll be on your way in no time.

Please surrender your weapons

per section 312-64782, paragraph 626 of boarding protocol 1516.

We better get those back.

I don't carry one.

Your weapons shall be returned

upon satisfactory completion of your inspection,

per section 312-64782...

Yeah, we got it.

What is your planet of origin?

Earth.

Terrans?

Purpose of your visit to Naro-Atzia?

We're looking for this man.

We believe he may be down on your planet.

His name is Leopold Fitz.

You shouldn't have said that name.

Why?

Because he's here, listening.

Fitz is here?

Daisy!

Please, friend.

There is no need of further violence.

I am confident the remaining crew will submit peacefully.

Davis?

Guess we didn't pass inspection.

Yo. Here we go.

I really-really don't know which game gives us the best chance.

Perhaps a drink will help us decide.

- Two Barracooladas, please. - Of course.

What the bloody hell?

Not to worry. They're quite delicious.

It's not about how they taste.

It's about how much they cost.

How... How do you expect to pay for those liquid monstrosities