AoS6.6
Same as last week. I wasn't going to do it that way, but there's some really interesting dialog in this ep should you care to read it. Thoughts in the next post.
Executive summary: Okay, that got weird. That got weird too. And that. And especially that....
Prologue:
There is a row of lights. Jemma is laying on lights. More lights come on. Jemma wakes up. She is in a circular room, where all the lighting comes from the floor. On the other side of the room is Fitz.
Jemma: Fitz?
Fitz: Jemma?
And, for the first time this season, our intrepid lovers get together.
Fitz: I've got so much I want to say.
Jemma: I've searched for you everywhere.
Fitz: I was trying to find you too. (Laughing) Enoch said he sent you 100 years into the future, if you can believe that.
Jemma: Not until you see it.
Fitz: Yeah... Wait. What? Really? Then... how are you here?
Altarah (suddenly appears): That, of course, is the question. A question you must answer.
Fitz (to Altarah): Who the hell are you? And what is this... Prison?
Jemma: This is the Chronicom who's been hunting us for the past year. Story is her home planet....
Altarah: I am Altarah.
Jemma: She likes to tell it herself, I guess...
Altarah: A sentient Chronicom from the planet Chronyca-2.
Fitz: Yeah, you live near a star in the constellation known as Cygnus.
Altarah: Not any more. (She brings up an image of the planet.) Nothing lives there now. The planet was set ablaze, heated to the melting point. The magma now turned to stone. It is too late to save my planet, which is why I must now intervene at an earlier date.
Fitz: Using time travel.
Jemma: That's the theory.
Altarah: If you cooperate, there is no need to detain you further.
Fitz: Sorry, but unfortunately, it's against the laws... of Physics. You're a Chronicom. There's no need to explain causality to you. It's impossible to go backwards in time.
Altarah: Your partner claims otherwise.
Fitz: That would create all sorts of paradoxes.
Jemma: You have no idea.
Altarah: You will have at your disposal, the most advanced Chronicom technology. Any tool you can imagine will be produced. (A table materializes.) All your knowledge, all your memories will be instantly accessible, sharable. (A whiteboard materializes, with writing all over it.)
Jemma: Every memory shared? That's a bit intrusive. And it can't be safe.
Altarah: Not always. But a problem as difficult as a time shift requires powerful tools. Like this prison. Know this. There is no escape. Any attempt would only lead to madness. But your minds are the key to unlock it. The only solution for you is to find a solution for us.
Altarah vanishes.
Fitz: Thought she'd never leave. Listen, uh... (takes Jemma's hands.) I've imagined this since I was in prison, and every day since, and I wanted to do it right, but now we're stuck in another prison and I don't know if we'll ever be able to get out...
Jemma: Fitz...
Fitz: Well, hold on. Just... Just... Just let me say this. I've realized, the universe can't stop us, because, we've survived the bottom of the Atlantic, we've crossed the galaxy more than once, just to be together. So, a love like that, is stronger than any curse. You and I...
Jemma: We're unstoppable together.
Fitz: Yeah, which is why I can't live another day without you. So I'm asking you, heart in hand. Jemma Simmons, will you marry me?
Jemma: Absolutely. (Aaand, they kiss.) I have to admit, right now I'm with you, I don't give a damn if we ever escape...
Scene changes, they are now enjoying tea and some snacks.
Jemma: Carthan?
Fitz: Nope.
Jemma: I really thought you landed there after the crash.
Fitz: Saldon. The one with the triple sunsets.
Jemma: We went to Saldon!
Fitz: We almost died getting there. Well, we almost died getting everywhere.
Jemma: And at the diamond cliffs, Daisy went full rage monster on the indigenous population when they attacked...
Fitz: They're not pleasant.
Jemma: She was working out some issues.
Fitz: Huh. New issues. Enoch and I had to stow away on a Sivian duster to get away. Hey, that's another thing. I can speak Sivian now.
Jemma: Wow...
Fitz: Yeah, no jokes. Ja givram Sivla.
Jemma: I like that. What's it mean?
Fitz: It means, "I speak Sivian." Did you run into any Kree?
Jemma: Not recently.
Fitz: In the future, then. You really went to the future? (Simmons looks uncomfortable.) But you're not speaking about it.
Jemma: Well, I don't know where to start.
Fitz: The beginning. You've been on so many adventures, and I haven't heard a single exploit. Or, start at the end. So how did you get back? Because if you did, then maybe we can solve this thing. I know it started with the Monolith. (Fitz turns around, and the time monolith is there.) Still haven't gotten used to that, yet. So, okay, start at the beginning of the future, the end of the pa... end of the past. That's enough to twist you up, actually.
Jemma: Fitz, please, let's not...
Fitz (looking at the monolith): Does it have the same resonant frequency as the others.
Jemma: Fitz, let's not ruin the moment...
Fitz: I'm not trying to ruin anything, I'm just trying to understand, if everyone made it back, and I assume they did, then that means control. And if we didn't build the control, who did?
Jemma: Just stop it!
Fitz: I don't know why you just won't tell me.
Kid-Jemma: I don't want to.
Camera pans around, and Jemma has turned into a child. Fitz's face goes through about a dozen different expressions.
Fitz: Jemma?
Kid-Jemma: I don't want to tell you, and you can't make me.
She runs under a table. Fitz goes to look, and there's a hole in the back of the table. (At least it's not a wardrobe, but my guess is it should have been.) Fitz looks in the hole.
Fitz: You've gotta be joking me.
He crawls through the hole, and ends up in Kid-Jemma's bedroom. Panning around the room, there's a Pooh doll wearing safety goggles, a picture of Jane Goodall (is this where he monkey fetish comes from?), various specimen bottles and a lot of butterflies. Oh, and a music box. Fitz stands up. Kid-Jemma is hiding under the covers.
Fitz: This, is madness. Jemma, I'm starting to play back what's-her-name's speech, and I don't think our minds are key to unlocking this prison. I think our minds might be the prison.
In the Chronicom ship, FitzSimmons are in a machine, head-to-head. In the room is Altarah, Enoch and a couple of hunters.
Enoch: It could kill them.
Altarah: You say the human mind is a powerful thing. Well, now we have two of them put together. Let's see what they can do.
Title card.
Commercial.
Fitz: Okay. Don't... Don't be afraid.
Kid-Jemma: I'm not afraid. I'm observing. From a distance.
Fitz: Well, you're just destined for the sciences, aren't you?
Kid-Jemma: I'm going to be a biologist and study cuttlefish. They can change their skin color with chromatophores
Fitz: You'll do a lot more than that. Jemma, do you know who I am? (Kid-Jemma nods.) Then you know I'm a friend. so why did you run away, why did you come here?
Kid-Jemma: This is where I learned stars, memorized my chem tables and work out problems in my head.
Fitz: What kind of problems in your head?
Kid-Jemma: All kinds. My dreams float up to the stars, and my troubles are locked up tight in the music box.
Fitz: Well, that's a nice little system. Is there anything troubling you now?
Kid-Jemma: This one! Read me this one! (Reaches for a book.)
Fitz: You... Okay, you want me to read you a bedtime story. You know, I think I should take you out of here, this might be the madness she was talking...
Kid-Jemma (loudly): Daddy! There's a strange man in my room who wants to abduct me and take me....
Fitz: Shhh. Shut your... Shhh.... (Kid-Jemma smiles.) I'll read you the story. For the love of Peeete...
Fitz looks at the book. There is a picture of Fitz sitting on a planet, with a small robot next to him. It's captioned, "Once up a time there was a Prince who was lost"
Kid-Jemma: It's about a boy and his imaginary friend that are lost in the stars.
Fitz: Is it now.
The next page is a drawing of Jemma looking into a telescope. "And a smart, beautiful Princess, who was determined to find him." (nextpage) "The pricess vowed that neither time nor space would keep them apart, so she gathered up her bravest friends and flew off into the unknown." Her friends are a Rabbit (Daisy, I assume), a bear and a monkey. I'm not sure if Davis was the bear or the monkey...
Fitz: What's it called? (He closes the book, and it's the Darkhold. He drops it to the floor.) That's not a good book. That's a bad book, bad story, very poorly written. (Gets up) Okay, I don't think it's safe here, we should get you out now. (Kid-Jemma screams as Fitz grabs her.) I'm sure your Dad will understand.
He opens a door, and steps into their "prison". Altarah is standing there.
Fitz: What is wrong with you?
Altarah: I am functioning optimally. You're the one avoiding the task at hand.
Fitz: Oh, I'm sorry. I just figured out you put us in a mind prison! And you lied to us about it.
Kid-Jemma: I don't like it here.
Altarah (to Kid-Jemma): Then figure your way out.
Fitz: She's seven.
Kid-Jemma: and a half. (Fitz gives her the hand signal to shut up. Jemma runs over to the table.)
Fitz: Okay, return Simmons back to her adult age please.
Altarah: If she has regressed, it is in her search for answers. Perhaps they are the answers I seek. (Something makes a noise. It is Jemma playing with chemicals.)
Fitz: (To Jemma, father like) Hey! No Missy, we don't play with that. (To Altarah) Okay, that's not normal, nor helpful. You're messing with out minds. It's extremely dangerous.
Altarah: The most powerful tools always are. So if you plan on surviving, I suggest focusing your energy in a more productive way. (Altarah disappears.)
Fitz: Cool.
Outside the prison.
Enoch: Fitz it not wrong. Using the cerebrum fusion machine on humans is high risk. Unethical.
Altarah: Chronicoms have used this technology to great effect. There is no better way to mine the data of separate minds, to solve the problem at hand.
Enoch: But humans, have emotional problems. Don't you understand?
Malachi: You seem to be developing some of your own.
Altarah: We've lost our home, Enoch. We are fighting for our very existence.
Enoch: And must be at our best. But if Fitz were here, I believe he would say, "You are being the absolute worst."
Cut to prison.
Fitz: You are being, without a doubt, the supreme absolute worst!
Kid-Jemma: You are a butt face!
Fitz: Oh, that's charming. What is that? (Jemma is hiding something behind her back) What are you hiding? Give it!
Kid-Jemma: No! It's our escape plan.
Fitz: Give it! Now! (Jemma hands him a beaker with a yellow liquid.) What is it?
Kid-Jemma: Mono-nitro-toluene.
Fitz: MNT? As in a precurser to TNT? This is a representational space. There's nothing to blow a hole in here except the side of your brain. You'd be better off cooking up some cocaine or unicorn tears.
Kid-Jemma: I don't have a memory of either of those things to pull from. My supplies were limited.
Fitz (pointing to whiteboard): How are you with spectral theory or eigenvalues?
Kid-Jemma: I'm still learning integrals.
Fitz: Oh, are you? Well, it looks like someone's going to have two PHD's by the time their 17, doesn't it?
Kid-Jemma: Time travel is science fiction, stupid!
Fitz: Oh grow up. You're the one who said it was possible, you little... Grow up, just literally grow up. This is an adult problem. You and I area supposed to be unstoppable. (Has a thought.) Well, if you won't help me, I could turn to somebody else, couldn't I? I can imagine anything I want in this room. I could boot up an LMD. Maybe Aida. She could really handle the computation... (Turns, and Jemma is an adult.)
Jemma: Don't you dare.
Fitz: Ha! I knew that would get you back.
Jemma: Reboot the robot that locked up in the last mind prison!
Fitz: Your back. Good. Don't be mad.
Jemma: She was the most destructive force in our lives, why would you think that would be a good idea to bring her in here...
Fitz: Oh, I'm sorry that I was childish. It's just the last time I asked you about the future you turned into a seven year old and hid in your bed!
Jemma: Don't need a shrink to tell you that means something.
Fitz: What are you so afraid of? (Jemma closes her eyes.)
Mack: Jemma?
Fitz: Mack! (he's ignored.)
Mack: He's here. They brought him home.
Fitz: It's good to see you...
Jemma: Please, not this memory.
Mack: If you're ready to see him... Either way, we understand.
Fitz: What's going on, Mack? (Mack turns around and goes through a door.)
Jemma (to Fitz): No wait, don't... I don't want you to see... Just let me explain first.
Fitz walks through the door. He is in the Lighthouse. Daisy, May and Yo-Yo is there.
Daisy: We can't just leave him like this.
May: We're here for him now. Preparations are being made.
Yo-Yo: Are they going to tell his mother?
Mack: Simmons has reservations.
They all turn as Jemma enters, revealing a body bag.
Jemma (to Fitz): No one knew what to say to me. And I didn't know how to tell you.
Fitz opens the bag. It is him.
Commercial.
Fitz closes the bag, breathing heavy.
Fitz: How is that possible?
Jemma: You said there would be paradoxes. This is one of them.
Mack: Simmons needs to say goodbye. This isn't healthy. She... We need to do something. Have a service, something.
May: We will. But what if she's right?
Fitz: So, I made it to the future, and then I made the journey back.
Jemma: It was a loop of the end of the world. And you died to help break it. You died a hero.
Fitz: I think I'm going to pass out. Did they understand?
Jemma: I made quite a scene with Mack. He thought I'd lost my mind. I had.
Mack: Even if it's true, what if she doesn't find him? It takes heaven and earth...
May: Luckily, I know a Director who believes in those things.
Jemma: Mack took your death very hard, demanded a ceremony. But he was also the first one to help me retrofit the Zephyr for the search. (Daisy reaches into her pocket.) No. No, I don't need to see this part. I wanted to tell you the right way...
Daisy: I thought you'd want his ring...
Fitz: What? Jemma, did you and I... Had I made that proposal to you before?
Jemma: I'm sorry.
Fitz: I missed my own wedding!
Jemma: No, you just haven't had yours yet. Listen, I know it's a lot but you have to... It's a miracle you survived. There was a lot of death, yes, but there was beauty too...
Fitz: What, there's more death than this?
Enter a very weak Coulson.
Daisy: What are you doing out of bed?
Coulson: Had to see him.
Daisy (to May): He has to take care of himself.
May: You know you'd do the same thing.
Fitz: What's wrong with Coulson? Why are they talking about him like that?
Jemma: Well Fitz, he was sick for a long time. He hid it from us all.
Fitz: That... That's too much. I've got to get out of here. That's too much. (He leaves the room.)
Coulson (to Jemma): He's out there, isn't he?
Jemma: Yes, sir.
Coulson: Then get to work.
Jemma: Yes, sir.
She walks out of the room, and into a corridor in the Lighthouse. Yo-Yo and Daisy are talking.
Daisy: We could use your skills. No alien messes with us when we have you.
Yo-Yo: I can't leave Mack right now.
Daisy: Well, the way things ended, it might be good to... (Sound in background.)
Jemma: Did you hear that?
Yo-Yo: Yeah, but it's not about that. Not the same anymore. Something's going on. I can feel it. The stress is really getting to him.
Jemma: Wait, right. This is a memory. Why this moment?
Jemma and Yo-Yo: He's pushing himself to hard. If I'm not there, I'm afraid something is going to break.
Change scene to a young Jemma and Fitz. They're at the Academy...
Fitz: You're late.
Jemma: Oh. Good to see you too.
Fitz: Yeah, no sorry. It's just you said you were going to come at 9, and it's 9:24, and so I thought you blew me off.
Jemma: I ran into professor Weaver in the quad, she trapped me in a good conversation.
Fitz: Uh, yeah, she does... she can... She does that. Sorry (cleaning up), place is a bit of a mess.
Jemma: Is it? You should see my room.
Fitz: Okay, I mean, yeah. Whenever. If that happens, I don't care. Thanks for coming over.
Jemma: Yeah, you wanted my help with a problem?
Fitz: Yeah, sort of. Well, I didn't really need your help, I could solve it myself. In lab you seemed like a good sounding board.
Jemma: Hmph. Sounding board.
Fitz: Yeah, that means bouncing ideas off.
Jemma: So I'm good at reflecting your ideas back at you. Like a wall. A thick wall.
Fitz: Oooh. No. No, what I mean is your good at clarifying which ideas are heading in the right direction, and mapping consequential results.
Jemma: For an organized person, your thoughts are a bloody mess.
Fitz: Yeah, I think I need some help clearing them up. Just I haven't slept.
Jemma: And what problem are we solving tonight?
Fitz: That depends. Who's memory is this, yours or mine?
Jemma: We share this memory.
Fitz: Yeah, cause I remember this being the night where I went from being excruciatingly uncomfortable in your presence, to perfectly at ease.
Jemma: I remember it as the night I put you in the friend zone. And I also remember how manic you were and thinking genius is just a tick away from madness. (Shows wall full of drawings of monkey faces.)
Fitz: Let's not talk about madness, I'm barely holding it together.
Jemma: I can see that.
Fitz: I'm working on a problem, just trying to get out of this prison and the only way to do that is to solve time. And when I think about the hell you went through and the pain of not being there...
Jemma: Slow down, Fitz.
Fitz: An if an entire race of Chronicoms is feeling that and we can stop it, then maybe we should. Take control of time, undo whatever we want.
Jemma: Fitz. Slow down. This is why I was careful in telling you everything, your mind... it's been through a lot and I'm afraid under too much pressure...
Fitz: Or what, I'll crack. That's ludicrous...
Jemma: I know you've been hearing him. You had a pretty bad mental break when you got back.
Fitz: All right, well, well, why don't you just pile it all on. That wasn't me.
Jemma: That's what I'm afraid of. I know the framework stuck with you. We tried to ignore it and push it down.
Fitz: I'm perfectly... I'm perfectly in control of myself.
Jemma: He's been trapped inside your mind...
Fitz: Hey, stop.
Jemma: ...and now we're trapped inside your mind with him. Listen. (Marching is heard in distance.) Leopold is coming.
Soldiers are marching down the corridor, and The Doctor makes his entrance.
Fitz: He's coming for us.
Jemma: We need to get out of here now.
They enter a corridor in the Lighthouse, and The Doctor is right there.
Evil-Fitz (The Doctor): Didja think you could play in the shadows without me? (Nods to solder, who opens fire on FitzSimmons. They go through a door, and into Kid-Jemma's bedroom.)
Jemma: This is what I was afraid of. I saw this coming.
Fitz: We'll find a way.
Jemma: Yeah, we're going to be okay. It's gonna be okay. It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay. Yes, I mean I found you. We've got to be alright. You have a dark side. That's okay. Everything has to be okay.
On Jemma's nightstand, her music box is beginning to vibrate off the table.
Fitz: Simmons? (Music box shakes more violently) Jemma?
Jemma: Oh no.
Music box falls off table. Cut to music box, a ballerina is twirling, while a simple tune plays. And out pops Dead-Jemma.
Commercial.
When we return, Dead-Jemma is looking very threatening. She attacks Fitz, Jemma hits her with her pillow, and feathers fly.
Jemma: Get back in your box! (HAhahahaha...)
FitzSimmons runs into the closet and shuts the door. Dead-Jemma is stabbing her bone knife through the door.
Fitz: A pillow?
Jemma: That's all I had.
Fitz: What the bloody hell is that thing?
Jemma: Listen, I would remind you that we came in here because your Hydra fascist shadow was trying to kill us.
Fitz: Oh, so you released the bloody Ringu monster you keep in a box! I don't hold a candle to you, psycho!
Jemma: Daddy taught me to put all my troubles away in a little box, so they wouldn't keep me up at night. Bad feelings, anger, fear, pain. I would just put them inside the little box, and they would just stay in there, nice and neat and crushed.
Fitz: You need some therapy. You have some deep, deep pent up issues.
Jemma: It's been a rough year! (Dead-Jemma breaks through the door.)
Fitz: I want out!
And the scene is flipped upside down. FitzSimmons is dumped into the control room in the Lighthouse.
Fitz: I had no idea. I had no idea you were hanging onto that.
Jemma: What's the point. Don't let anyone know. That's the whole idea.
Fitz: You are so English. (HAhahahaha...) Where are we? Is this the bunker under the Lighthouse?
Jemma: Yeah, our new SHIELD HQ.
Fitz: Oh, perfect, there's no better place to lay low than the Strategic Homeland Intervention...
Jemma: Yeah, it's an awful acronym.
Fitz: Yeah, I agree. You'd think I feel safe here, but I don't. Every nightmare we've endured can be traced back to one single moment.
They enter a flashback.
Jemma: Relax, it's no big deal. He's just an agent.
Fitz: Just an agent, have you not heard the stories...
Jemma: I've heard the stories, don't be weird.
They enter a room. Fitz looks awestruck. Standing there is Agent Phil Coulson.
Coulson: Thank you for coming in.
Jemma: Of course, sir. I am agent Jemma Simmons, and this is...
Fitz: ...this is.. I am Leopold Fitz.
Coulson: FitzSimmons. Yes. You know, when I first heard about you, I thought you were one person. That's how everyone talks about you. FitzSimmons, the brain. Topped out of your class after being the two youngest ever enrolled.
Jemma: Well, there can only be one youngest, sir.
Coulson: And if that wasn't enough attention, you recently mounted an unauthorized bio-fuel demonstration, the results of which was...
Fitz: Her fault. Her fault. Yep, that was her. It was you. You underestimated the propellant's burn rate....
Jemma: You were the one who increase the concentration, and at that level of concentration it was bound...
Coulson: To explode? It exploded, right? You're lucky no one was hurt.
Jemma: We were the only ones in the blast radius. Look, the powers that be didn't believe an algae bio-fuel hydrogen cell could power a Quinjet so...
Coulson: Well, they do now. And the powers that be also recommended...
Fitz: Told you we were going to get transferred to one of the poles...
Coulson: ...have also recommended you for my team.
Fitz: The... field... team.
Jemma: This is an honor. Thank you for this opportunity.
Fitz: Yes, we would love the chance to discuss it and think about it, more I think, probably alone...
Coulson: Of course. Look. I know the field isn't for everyone. Some people want to remain behind the scenes. I get it. But to be out there, seeing the lives you're changing, you end up being the one most changed by it. (SHIELD theme builds.)
Jemma (out of scene, to Fitz): I found him so inspiring that day. You still needed a push.
Fitz: Well, look what happened because of it. What was that thing you kept on saying.
Jemma: You don't think I have guilt about that?
Fitz: Oh yes, that's it. "Chin up Fitz, there's nothing to be afraid of." Well maybe now you can tell...
Fitz turns around, and there's Dead-Jemma, who pushes him out of the Triskelion, and back into the Lighthouse. Jemma chases after, only to be captured by The Doctor. She is put into his Mind machine.
The Doctor: Comfortable? I was comfortable once, 'till you showed up.
Jemma: You were miserable. Your father manipulated you, and Aida...
The Doctor: Finally find a worth partner.
Jemma: A robot to stroke your ego.
The Doctor: You've been keeping things from me. So, I'm going to take what few interesting crumbs of memories you have, and then, I'm going to hollow you out.
Fitz, meanwhile is still running from Dead-Jemma. She catches him, and starts to choke Fitz.
Fitz: Jemma, no...
Dead-Jemma: You cause pain. My turn.
Commercial.
Back on the Chronicom ship.
Enoch: Their minds are at war with themselves. They are in the red.
Altarah: I know, and I don't care.
Enoch: They could end up brain-dead, and you get nothing. Pull them out, Altarah. It is the right thing to do.
Malachi: Do not do anything reckless. (The guards grab Enoch.)
Altarah: You have a choice, Enoch. Work in harmony with your fellow Chronicoms, or be dismantled.
Inside the prison. The Doctor has a leather strip, offers it to Jemma.
The Doctor: Something to bite on. It's gonna hurt. I prefer silence.
Jemma: Psychopath.
The Doctor: Wha? Wha? I thought you loved me.
Jemma: You're only part of Fitz's pain, to be controlled.
The Doctor: That sound's fun. Like you control that... thing, in the music box. She's the part I'll take last. (Foreshadowing.
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He turns a knob, putting Jemma in pain. Meanwhile, Dead-Jemma has Fitz chained, hanging upside down.
Dead-Jemma: I wonder if your bones or your lungs will go first. (Very similar to the alien interrogation in Ep1.)
Fitz: Simmons, hey, what are you doing?
Dead-Jemma: Biology. I like dissections. Soft belly. And she stabs him.
Back with the Doctor:
The Doctor: Your friends joke about how you two share the same mind. If only they could see you now.
Jemma (in pain): We are sharing the same mind. I'm not doing this alone. I'm not doing this alone. We have each other.
Back with dead-Jemma.
Fitz: I'm not doing this alone. (Dead Jemma rips Fitz's heart out.)
Dead-Jemma: You said this is mine. (HAHAhahahaha... What was that? Hell hath no fury...)
Fitz (screaming): This isn't real. This isn't real. Wait...
Jemma: We don't only have each other. We have our...
Fitz: ...friends.
Mack suddenly appears with his shotgun axe, and releases Fitz, then turns to Dead-Jemma. At the same time, doors get blown off their hinges into The Doctor's office. It's Daisy. She takes out all the guards, and then The Doctor.
Daisy: You called for backup?
Jemma: Yes, I did.
She releases Jemma, then takes out a guard.
Daisy: I got this, go.
Back with Fitz, Mack is helping him up. There is no hole in his chest.
Mack: Glad you're okay, Turbo.
Dead-Jemma jumps Mack. He tells Fitz to run. Jemma and Fitz enters the opposite ends of a containment pod, with The Doctor chasing Jemma, and Dead-Jemma chasing Fitz. They look at each other.
At the same time:
Fitz: You are one sick, twisted piece of work.
Simmons: I should strangle you right now.
Fitz: The true you, just cut my heart out with a bone knife.
Jemma: Well, now you know how I feel!
Fitz: Oh, hahahaha. Hilarious comeback.
Jemma: Yeah, because your shadow self, just tried to erase my brain with a torture machine.
Fitz: Well, okay, right, that is terrible, but you did shoot his father, and that's called revenge. I don't know what I did to deserve that horror movie! (Points outside of pod to Dead-Jemma, who is carrying Mack's shotgun axe.)
Jemma: Who are you kidding? I never knew pain until I met you.
Fitz: Oh please, your little music box...
Jemma: Hey! That box worked. It was nice. A nice way to contain...
Fitz: Suppress...
Jemma: little things, and keep things nice and neat...
Fitz: Deep resentment.
Jemma: and tidy and orderly...
Fitz: Oh, you're so English.
Jemma: Yeah, you said that before.
While they argue, Dead-Jemma is waiting outside. She and The Doctor see and acknowledge each other.
Jemma: How Scottish of you to pick a fight on those grounds.
Fitz: You know, you hurt me just as much as I hurt you. I was dying on the inside when you left, abandoned me after my brain injury.
Jemma: Hey, that is not fair.
Fitz: Then you get taken away by some rock, only to fall in love with some bloody astronaut...
Jemma: I was alone on a desert planet.
Fitz: ...who, turned out to be Hive, by the way. Oh, are we sure that happened after you slept with him, because hey, the jury's stil out on that one.
Jemma: You want to go there? At least he was a person, and not a robot. You built a robot girlfriend.
Fitz: Well, that's bending the truth...
Jemma: And left to your own devices, turned into a nasty dictator. Is that bending the truth? No, no it's not.
Fitz: And I suppose you're the one keeping me together.
Jemma: It would seem so, yes!
Fitz: Holier than thou. Proving my point!
Jemma: You have to build everything your brain comes up with, so you can couch it as helping mankind, helping friends, but the framework revealed the truth, it's all ego.
Fitz: Oh, ego. I would love to deal with ego.
Jemma: Would you?
Fitz: That's right. 'Cause your id's out there chewing Mack's head off.
Jemma: Oh really.
Fitz: We're the same, Jemma. You just like to repress your bad thoughts, and pretend they're not happening. Your ego likes to pretend you're Jane Goodall, saving helpless little creatures like me.
Jemma: I do not.
Fitz: When in fact, if it was you in the framework, the place would look like the Night of the Living Dead!
Jemma: I do not think I'm saving you.
Fitz: Yes you do. Telling my manic mind in the dorm room, or taking Coulson up on his offer to get me in the field.
Jemma: If anything, it's always you who are saving me.
Fitz: Don't start now...
Jemma: Yes, yes, because you saved me in the future, you saved me on Maveth, and you saved me when we were trapped on the bottom of the ocean. (Water pours into the pod.)
Fitz: Had to mention it, didn't ya?
Outside the pod, The Doctor confronts Dead-Jemma.
The Doctor: Don't even think about getting in the way.
Jemma: I mean, why did we design this thing without any internal controls?
Fitz: Because it's a containment pod.
Jemma: Well, I guess we're stuck in here together.
Fitz: Well, that's what until death do us part means. You don't get a free pass 'cause I died once already.
Jemma: Don't joke about that. That messed me up. All my damage comes from you.
Fitz: Well, all my pain comes from you.
Jemma: And I'm allowed to want to save you.
Fitz: I'll save you every time, or I'll die trying. I don't care.
Jemma: Me too, because I love you.
Fitz: Well, I love you too.
Jemma: Then why are we yelling?
Fitz: I don't know! (The water stops.)
Jemma: I'm exhausted.
Fitz: We're going to have to face those things out there. And we might actually die trying.
Jemma: Unstoppable together?
They join hands, and exit the pod. (Not sure how, but there you are.)
Fitz: What the hell?
Dead-Jemma and The Doctor are going at it.
Jemma: Okay... Uh... Okay...
Fitz: That... is absolu... Whoa... Oh, oh wow. (Nudge's Jemma.) I didn't know you liked that.
Jemma: Didn't know you'd do that.
HAhahahaha... They find themselves in the prison again.
Jemma: Fitz, we're obviously made for each other, and I'm sorry I can't give you back the time you missed. But I can give you me. Now and forever. (Gives Fitz the ring.)
Fitz: The whole universe couldn't keep me from you, Jemma Simmons. I am the luckiest man, on any planet.
They're about to kiss, and Altarah appears.
Altarah: Well, that was five minutes and 33 seconds wasted. (HAhahahaha... and it was.) Are you ready to get back to work?
Fitz: Listen. I'm sorry what happened to your planet, and I really want to help Enoch, but time travel is a nasty business. And I don't know if I want to be any part of it.
Jemma: For if we have to spend the rest of our days in this prison together, then so be it.
Altarah: You won't be together. You'll be...
A high pitched whine, and something happens to Altarah. She falls to the floor. Fitz and Simmons find themselves awake and out of the prison.
Enoch has shot the guards and Altarah.
Fitz: Enoch!
Enoch: I have taken bold action. We must go.
Enoch has a transport device, throws it on the floor.
Enoch: Embrace me.
They all step into the red circle, and just before they're transported...
Jemma: Oh, I almost forgot. You're a Grandfather.
Fitz: How the bloody hell did...
And they teleport.
Commercial.
Epilogue.
In the lighthouse. Mack is holding a tablet with the Fitz/Enoch wanted poster.
Mack: I can't believe it. Turbo. I wanted to... I prayed but I... (laughs) He's okay.
Daisy: He's not okay, he's locked up in prison. In space prison, with Simmons.
Mack: They'll be fine. The Chronicoms need them, right? They're safe for now. Besides, these two, they... They can survive anything. I'll bet you a hundred bucks they've already busted out of the place. Look, even if I had more jump cells available, well, I can't send you out right now.
Daisy: Why? Talk to me.
Mack: The Chronicom world was attacked.
Daisy: That's what I heard.
Mack: I've seen the footage. And they weren't just attacked. Their entire planet was laid waste. And the ones who did it, they're...
Daisy: They're here?
Mack: Here, yeah. You kind of stepped on my moment there. but yeah. They're here.
Daisy: Okay.
end program.
Nov 24, 2024 23:10:42 GMT
