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

The Chronicoms
want to take Earth

and fear only S. H. I. E. L. D.
can stop them.

There are
critical launch windows,

leading to specific points
in time and space.

The Chronicoms took one,
and we followed them here.

Agent May is awake.

We have no idea
what kind of side effects

or complications
she'll have.

I froze.

The Shrike --
maybe it messed me up.

He's Wilfred Malick.

If we don't stop him,
he's gonna build up Hydra.

We can't fix
the mistakes of the past.

Take the shot.

I have orders
to kill him.

I'm the one
who gives the orders.

Put the gun down now!

We only have 30 seconds
until we jump.

We need
to close the door now,

or the ship
could be torn apart.

Close it.

♪ Your tender lips ♪

♪ Your tender lips ♪

♪ I can see why ♪

♪ My heart flips ♪

♪ So come o-o-o-on ♪

♪ Come on ♪

I'm cold.

♪ Into my heart ♪

Here.

♪ The touch of your hand ♪

Isn't this
a little boring?

♪ The touch of your hand ♪

I told you,
this is where I saw it.

A flying saucer?
Yeah.

I thought that was
just a line to get me up here.

♪ I'm a mighty, mighty man ♪

You did?

Yes.

♪ Come on ♪

And I'm here,
aren't I?

♪ Into my heart ♪

Ohh! Ohh!

Autopilot pulled us
out of the dive.

We should probably be flying
when we jump.

Live and learn.

Cloaking engaged.
I'll run
a systems check.

Everyone okay?

Not everyone
made the flight.

Enoch --
we left him.

At least
he has time to spare.

Where did we jump to?

The desert?

Which desert?
Where are we?

Why aren't we home?
GPS isn't working.

I'm gonna try and find
a topographical match.

There it is.

And we hear you want
more Perry Como.

We've got him up next.

Please tell me
that's an oldies station.

But first, a word from
our sponsors at Conway Auto.

They've got the brand new
'55 Thunderbird.

Stop by
and take the road by storm...

'55?

As in
our giant spaceship

just appeared in the sky
in 1955?

Let's hope we didn't attract
too much attention.

Well, about that...

I may actually have
some good news.

We're just north of
Groom Lake, Nevada.

Home of Area 51.

Probably happens
all the time.

It appears
our adversaries

are following
our time-trails,

clinging to us
like parasites.

I did say
this was a possibility.

Even if S. H. I. E. L. D.
can travel in our wake,

they have yet to discover
our ship.

It is an advantage.

Advantage?

We could have
eliminated all of them

when we had the chance.

Clarify.

Cain was
in their captivity.

Why are we set to self-destruct
when compromised?

We should be set
to detonate.

Advanced technology

would be scattered
across the past.

Which would only hasten
the formation of S. H. I. E. L. D.

You see?

This is why
you are a Hunter

and Sibyl
is our Predictor.

And what do
the others think?

There are
no other Predictors.

We must be delicate
with Time.

Others have been sent in,
have taken faces.

Is Helius still
a viable plan?

I've calculated
every possible outcome.

If done correctly,

it will be brutal
and exacting.

It means we haven't
completed our mission yet.

Well, some of us
still don't have a grasp

of what the mission is.

I had a tough call
to make.

You were off radio
and we were out of time

and had the father of Hydra
right in front of us.

I get the temptation,

but shooting Freddy
would have given the Chronicoms

exactly what they wanted.

Our mission
is to stop them.

Is that clear?

Clear, Director.

And Deke --
What?

You may be a CEO
in our time,

but here, you are
an Agent of S. H. I. E. L. D.

And you will follow my orders
until the mission is done.

Copy. Understood.

And will we know
when the mission is done?

Or are we just guessing,

jumping through time?

We're moving forward
in time.

To move backward takes a piece
of the time monolith

and more energy than
we'll ever acquire again.

A jump forward takes...less.

What do you mean, less?

We're kind of
drafting through time

in the Chronicom's wake.
Drafting?

You ever see
"Days of Thunder"?

Uh, it's okay.
I'll explain it to you later.

How many jumps?

I don't know.

We could stop after this
or keep going.

We jump until we end it.
Or end them.

But we go
where they go.

And when, yeah.

All right, so we'll always be
a step behind.

We need to find
the Chronicom ship.

Go on the offensive.

Z1 can scan for it
on the ground and in the air.

We could get lucky.

Good.
We know they're here.

We just need
to figure out why.

We know Area 51
is a S. H. I. E. L. D. base.

We do?

All the Areas are.

Wow. Conspiracy Me
was so right.

Groom Lake was an incubator
for early space tech,

experimenting
in electromagnetics,

liquid oxygen.

According to the archives,
in 1955,

there was a classified project
at Area 51

called Helius.

It could be
what they're after.

Helius.

Yeah, that was an early attempt
at an Ion Fusion Reactor.

But it -- it was never
fully realized,

and the tech
was mothballed.

Not forever.

In the future
that I'm from,

Ion Fusion was used
to power the big weapons.

Ship-to-ship killers.

Well,
they did just find out

that we have a spaceship
that follows them through time,

so there's no better way
to stop us

than ship killers.

Not if we get there first.

♪ You ever wake up
and you feel so sick ♪

♪ So don't go mad because
your mind played tricks ♪

♪ All night long
you was a millionaire ♪

♪ You woke up
and found yourself in jail ♪
Order's up.

Be right there, Eddie.

I know you had doubts,
but...these are nice.

They do have
their advantages.

There's something else
I need you to know.

At the speakeasy,
I tried to go fast

and I...

I couldn't.

Well, you're probably
still recovering.

After all,
you were infected by an alien --

An alien parasite.

I just...

I feel a little vulnerable
being --

Slow like me?

It's time
to learn patience.

You're still
a good agent.

I guess so.

It's just gonna take a while
to bounce back, I guess.

You're not
the only one.

I'm saying
May isn't herself.

She was
completely emotionless.

She went full ninja assassin
on Enoch --

That sounds like
classic May to me.

It's the reaction to you
that didn't jive.

Yeah, even if she isn't happy
to see my face,

you'd think
she'd be confused or mad

or give me something.

She would be happy.

It's odd.

But odd
is the new normal.

I mean, you are
a highly sophisticated

robot version
of yourself,

and we're in a diner
in the '50s.

See, that part's cool.

I mean, look around.

We're at the precipice
of the space race.

It's a golden age
of innovation --

Is it?

Well, we still have
a ways to go.

And there's our mark.

Gerald Sharpe.
Department of Defense.

All right,
who do I have to sue

to get a cup of coffee
around here?

Hey, you got any cream or sugar
in this dust bowl?

Oh, creamer?

You can --
You can borrow mine.

The service in this place,
right?

I know.

Oh, I guess I'm not
the only one around here

who needs
a little pick-me-up.

I think that's all the files.

-Hey.
-Hey.

I think this guy
is just some pencil pusher

that deals with budgets
and risk management.

All right,
so when he wakes up,

he should
crack wide open.

May?
May.

Your orders
were to rest.

What year
are we in now?

It's 1955.

We're in Area 51,

and we're trying
to stop the Chronicoms

from stealing
a space weapon.

When do we go in?

Did you need a second
to process any of that or...?

We're up and running.

Coulson and Simmons
are headed there now.

Coulson took the ID of the guy
we have in that tent,

and for Simmons,
we had to get a little creative.

Stop it right there.

May I see some I. D.,
please?

Alright, go right ahead.

Gerald Sharpe.

Sorry I'm late.

Roads all look the same
out here.

It happens.

Welcome, sir.

You are on our visitor list,
but...

your secretary's not.

Oh.

She's not
my secretary.

She's my boss.

I think you'll agree

I don't need
to be on the list.

Right. Sorry, ma'am.

It's an honor.

Uh, right this way,
Ms. Carter.

You're enjoying this
way too much, Peggy.

Behold -- your taxpayer
dollars at work.

I like to think of this lab
as a womb,

and we are
birthing the future.

Jet propulsion,
space travel,

and, of course,
beating the Russians.

I always dreamed of
seeing this place.

We're only
a couple of years old.

It that a...

Oh!

A communicator watch.

Imagine a tiny radio

that you carry with you
at all times.

Imagine that.

This one's
highly experimental --

an Electro Magnetic
Pulse Discharger.

Someday, it might be able
to knock out

every electronic gadget
within 30 feet.

Give me an hour,
I'll save them decades.

And this is Helius.

I thought
it would be bigger.

You're a real cut-up,
Mr. Sharpe.

That's the model,
one-twentieth in scale.

Helius itself
is on the testing field.

Now, an Ion Fusion Reactor

is one of rocket science's
holy grails.

Think of it --

it could power a space station
in perpetuity.

The MPs.
How do they get to base?

Oh, they live here.

Like me,
they don't get to see

much of
the outside world.

Did anyone enter the base
this morning?

Well, sure.

The science team
comes in daily.

We'll need to speak
to each of them.

Just routine.
Couple of questions.

Is this about the test
this afternoon?

Yes, the test,
definitely.

You two know
something I don't?

Infinitely more.

We got eyes inside.

Great.

Let's hope our guy
starts singing.

You got the wrong guy.

We know exactly
who you are.

Now tell us,

who determines
security access?

I'd answer her.

Who can get
to Helius?

Look. We know
you're not the bad guy.

But you may have
given access to one,

so help us out.

Okay! Okay.

Okay, I'll tell you.

When hell freezes over.

I'm a loyal American.

Did you really think
that I would break

for bush league commie scum
like you?

We're trying to prevent

something terrible
from happening.

And by "terrible,"
do you mean

America's continued dominance
and unparalleled excellence?

That arrogance
is putting lives at risk.

Oh, is that so,
Mamacita?

Ooh.
Caliente.

Good thing your boy's here
to keep you in line.

Did he just call me boy?

Allow me
to introduce myself.

Gerald Sharpe.
Department of Defense.

Ex-military.

I didn't just teach
interrogation and resistance,

I wrote
the field manual.

So
do your worst.

Getting to the bottom
of this may be difficult.

If the Chronicoms
have infiltrated,

they would all look and act
exactly like this.

Okay, but now you're just
trafficking in stereotypes.

Well, I mean,
perhaps.

But until
a more diverse population

goes into STEM fields,

I'm afraid...

any one of them

could easily be mistaken
for a Chronicom.

True, but we don't have
to test if they're Chronicoms.

We just have to test
if they're human.

All we have to do is trigger
an emotional response.

Hm.

How many fingers
am I holding up?

Nope, you're wrong --

You didn't give me
a chance --

It was two fingers.
Thank you.

John Wayne.

Bit overrated,
don't you think?

I mean, you're rugged,
you're on a horse --

who cares?

Who cares?

Who cares
about John Wayne?

America cares.

She couldn't stay
with Rick.

She had to go
with Victor.

Haven't you ever
made a sacrifice

for someone you love?

Yes.

Oh.

Is...

How does
it make you feel

when I say the word
"moist"?

Moist.

P-Please stop.

Moist.

Yeah, you're good.

The MPs are asking

if you'd like them
to hold the bus.

The bus?

The VIPs coming in
for the Helius test.

Yes, of course.

I'll go clear
the new arrivals,

who could be anybody
from anywhere.

I'd say 48 hours.

Next.

When do I have
to get them for the BX?

Not until 0800.

-What of the Helius field test?
-Should be at 0900.

That's correct.
Have your men stand by.

The science team
arrive?

This morning.

I may need a moment
with a contact.

Okay, but Sharpe --
the man in from D. C. --

he's, uh,
already interviewing them.

He is?

Yeah, and they brought
a S. H. I. E. L. D. dame along.

British. Pretty.

She outranks us.

You catch her name?

Carter.

Peggy Carter.

You know her?

You could say that.

Things got messy
with you and Mack.

This is all messy.

Yeah, well,
maybe next time

you feel you have
to make a "tough call,"

don't put it on me
to commit a murder.

An agent has to take orders,
and it isn't always fun.

Yeah, from my commander.
Not from you.

I outrank you,

and if you want
to get technical --

Daisy, he was a kid.

I don't expect you
to understand,

but Wilfred Malick
isn't some innocent kid.

He's -- He's, like...

He -- He's like
the grand wizard of Hydra.

Grand wizard
sounds cool.

It's not.
It's bad.

Hydra is very bad.

And right now,
in this time,

every government
and corporate entity
in the country

is being
infiltrated by them,

and it all ends
in horror.

One death,

one death could have saved
countless lives --

A death
that I'd be responsible for.

And now we're responsible
for more.

You didn't used to
shy away from this.

I don't --
That's not fair.

I'm not...

Look, I'm not the guy

that you met
in the Lighthouse.

Not anymore.

And I don't want to be.

I know.

Daniel Sousa.

Who's that?

He's Peggy Carter's
old partner.

Ja.

Agent Carter?

In the flesh.

Well.

Glad to finally
put a face to the name.

I gotta say,

I've waited a long time
to meet the famous Agent Carter.

Oh.
But I'm surprised
to find you here,

running a security op
in our little patch of desert.

I apologize
for the short notice,

but we had to act
quickly.

I believe this base
may have been infiltrated.

No. Imagine that.

An infiltrator,
right under our noses.

And you arrived just
this morning, Agent...?

Call me Daniel.
Daniel.

And where exactly
did you materialize from?

I just flew in from L. A.

Oh, you work
at the old SSR office.

I'm in charge of it.

Daniel, your surname
wouldn't happen to be Sousa?

It would.

Which would make you

the former colleague
of Agent Peggy Carter.

It would.

I suppose you'll be
arresting me now.

You got it all figured out,
don't you?

Yeah, you say you like Ike.
We all like him.

But do you love him.

Oh, of course,
I love him.

Okay.

You, think fast.

Jimmy Stewart
or Gary Cooper?

Van Johnson.

Seriously?

You can go.

Okay, Miss,
just go with me on this.

I've always wanted
to try it.

You're walking in the desert,
and you see a turtle.

You pick it up
and flip it over on its back.

And now that sucker's
roasting in the sun,

that poor,
innocent turtle.

Just trying
to turn itself over.

But it can't,
not without your help.

But you're not helping.
Why?

Why would you even think

I would do such a thing?

Oh. Oh, no --
I didn't mean --

What kind of a sick,
sick man are you?

Oh, no, no, no.

It's okay.
You passed.

Arrest that man,
whoever he is.

Arrest?

Agent Sousa.

Wow. Big fan.

What are the chances?

At least backup's
on the way.

I'm running
facial recognition

to match these people with
their archival ID photos.

It's slow going, but --

Who are they?

Mostly S. H. I. E. L. D.,
high-ranking,

couple guys from the Air Force,
a Congressman,

and a guy from something
called the Pentagon.

Yeah, I know these names.

These were some of

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s earliest
power players.

How'd it go?

He called me
"an Oriental."

I had to pull her away.

So we got nothing?

Sorry.

I could take another run at him.
Just saying.

No, no, no.
Violence is not an option.

If you say so.

So, now what?

What?

You could
go talk to him.

Couldn't hurt.
Might even work.

Look, I-I know I got
a way with words.

Some might even call it
the gift of gab.

Nobody ever
said that.
Yeah, no.

That's just -- Why me?

I have zero
S. H. I. E. L. D. training.

What makes you think

he's gonna give me
the time of day?

Don't make us say it.

Wait.
It's not because of...

...this?

Okay. Okay.

Stupid
white privilege.

Keep those two in holding,
and get me everything --

visitor logs, timecards,
anyone on patrol.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant, I want to know
how these jokers

got onto the most
secure S. H. I. E. L. D. base

in the western
United States.

Who the hell are you?

Who I am is on
a need to know basis.

I need to know.

Ah, no, you don't.

Because I don't exist
and we never met.

Now, can you shut the door,
please?

Not to be rude,

but it's been
one of those days,

so produce some credentials

or I'm gonna put you
in handcuffs.

Here.

I should inform you
that's not my real name.

My initials are
"C," "I," and "A."

Catch my drift?

Subtle,
but yeah, I get it.

I'm also gonna call
your bosses in Foggy Bottom

and confirm it.

Oh, please do.

I'm sure
they would love to learn

how two moles walked
into this base on your watch.

Let me guess.

They rolled in
with flawless ID cards,

made a beeline
for the scientists --

for some
routine questioning?

How'd you know that?

CIA. We know all.

Even about you,
Mr. Sousa.

How you were a scout
for the 28th infantry

till you took shrapnel
at Bastogne,

worked at Isodyne Energy,

took down Hugh Jones
and the Council of Nine.

And those
are just the investigations

that I am cleared
to talk about.

Why are you really here?

Is this about the report
I sent you guys?

I can neither
confirm nor deny that.

Well, I hope so.

Because if S. H. I. E. L. D.
has been infiltrated

with sleepers
post-World War II,

we need to root it out
right now,

before it takes hold.

Look, all I can say
is that you are not crazy.

And the people
that you have locked up

might be the key
to proving it.

Then come with me.

You, my friend,
just lost me a bet.

See,
I thought you'd crack.

Didn't realize
who we were dealing with.

Pardon the theatrics.

Can't be too careful
when you're testing your own.

It was a test.

And you passed.

Flying colors.

Well, it's nice to finally
meet the man in charge.

Gosh, you just go
right to that, huh?

And so, man to man,

Helius, is it secure?

'Cause if there were
any weaknesses,

it'd be key
if we could collab on that.

Oh, sure.

But in order
for that to happen,

I would have to be
a moron!

No, just wait --

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

We were interfacing
so well.

Tell your pinko friends
to go screw!

And as for Helius,
that hunk-o-junk's

about as functional
as a paperweight.

Nothing on Earth
is powerful enough

to get it up to velocity.

So take it, Stalinite.

It doesn't work.

That's right, Ivan.

Yeah.
Yeah, run back to the Urals!

So, Helius is controlled
from the lab,

but kept a safe distance
away from the buildings.

I got something.

Of course you did.

Helius is a dud.

It doesn't work.

He said there's nothing on Earth
powerful enough

to get it up to velocity.

That's a good thing,
right?

No, but he's wrong,
because there is now --

a Chronicom.

Remember
when Original-Enoch

fueled up
the monolith machine

and went all supernova

and I didn't know
if I was gonna die

and it...

It was very scary.
Wait, so you think

Helius could
be powered up the same way?

A Chronicom
that's willing to die

plus
an Ion Fusion Reactor

will equal a bomb
with a blast radius for miles.

If that thing goes off,
it could take out --

The entire brain trust
of S. H. I. E. L. D.

We need to call in
the Cavalry.

Well,
that's what we call May.

But isn't she still
an unfeeling killbot?

That's exactly
what we're facing.

Might be exactly
what we need.

Obviously, we know
that size is an issue.

But I'm sure that problem
can be resolved.

And it is currently rumored

that the Soviets have

a slightly more innovative
model

of this same
communicator watch.

But our intelligence indicates

that it is probably
due to direct collusion.

Ma'am.

So, after everything
we've seen,

no one blinks twice
at a woman pilot?

Women pilots
in the '40s and '50s

out-flew the men.

They had to,

since we were towing the targets
for target practice.

Whoa.
Impressive, but still...

Sexist? Yeah.

So, I know you're eager
to be in the field.

But these are
civilian scientists, so --

Go easy.

Got it.

If they don't react to this,
they're the target.

I should have known
something was fishy

when everyone was saying
how nice this Sharpe guy was.

I always heard he was a jerk
of the highest order.

That's not inaccurate.

And the lady pretending
to be Carter?

Worst fake accent
you've ever heard.

You should tell her that.

Uh, stand back.
They may get jumpy.

Here they are.

Hope it was worth
the drive.

Let's go.

I'm gonna need some time
with them.

Alone.

With all due respect
to your department,

not a chance.

Look, either do this with me
or not at all.

Attention. Attention.

Mandatory evacuation
procedures...

Sorry, really.

Let me out of here right now!

I'm a fan!

He really is!

We're the good guys,
I swear!

Get out! Get out!

Let's go. Come on.
Go!

It's okay. Get out.

Move! Move!

-Let's move!
-Let's go!

-Move!
-Hey!

You!

-Help! Help!
-It's okay.

We'll get you help.
Go.

Go!

Come on, come on.

You!
What's happening?

You! That way!

May!
That's the Chronicom!

May!

May! Hey.

I can't --
I can't breathe --
It's okay.

I can't --
I can't breathe.
Calm down! Calm down!

I gotta get --
I gotta get out.

Put your mask on, May.
I'll get you out.

Okay. I got to get --

Are you okay?
I don't know --

What happened?

I don't know!

I've never felt that.

That's never
happened before.

May, calm down.

Calm down. It's okay.

May, whatever it is,
you can tell me.

Does it look like
I want to talk about it?

Okay, well, let's go.
Maybe we can catch her.

And what the hell
happened to you, huh?

How come you weren't
able to catch her

when she was
running away?

Do I look like
I want to talk about it?

Come on.

Helius is powering up.
They need to evacuate.

It might be
too late for that.

Maybe we can
power it down remotely.

What the hell is this?

Easy.

Just...take it easy.

No. What kind of commies
are you?

I can explain.

I'd just rather not.

Move! Move!
Come on! Come on!

Keep going! Keep going!

All the way out!
Let's go!

Dr. Vega!

Somebody started up
Helius.

It -- It wasn't us.

Can we stop it?

No. No, once it's been
activated --

I haven't input
the velocity limits,

the temperature
controls --

Okay, the visitors.
Where are they?

Uh, the fire alarms --

They'd be, uh, mustering in --
in Building J.

All right, listen.

We have a little time,

but you need
to evacuate them now.

Get them on the bus
and drive away.

Do you understand?

Go.

But there is no time.

He doesn't know that.

Hey. How'd it go?
Did you find the Chronicom?

Working on it.

Move! Move! Move!

If that thing blows --
We won't let it.

Stop! Stop!

Miss, you need to stop
right there.

Stop,
or we'll shoot!

He's gone.

Maybe we can buy them
some time.

They designed
this EMP all wrong,

but if I can get it
working --

We can blackout Helius?
Yeah, hope so.

I need a wire stripper
and a soldering iron.

I can't hack this thing,

it's ancient,
and it's hardwired.

Well, then help me.

If we can amplify this,
it's --

Sir, no,
you can't be in here.

Sir, they're evacuating.
You need to leave.

Daisy!

Two Chronicoms.
Good to know.

He's alarmingly strong.

Yeah,
I keep forgetting.

Get off him!

Both of you, stop!

Connected?

Here we go.

You all right?

That's what they do
when you win --

they self-destruct.

Damn it.

Sir!
Are you all right?

Yeah.

We need a medic
for these two men.

Or at least that one.

What happened to him?

Hell if I know.

But you better search the base
for others.

I'm all right.

Go.

Good guys, huh?

You sure about this?

We gotta preserve
the timeline.

You're on.

Earthling.

You will not reveal
what you've seen here today,

or the next time
we abduct you...

...you will be...

probed.

♪ Tell me what is that
walking down the street ♪

♪ Shimmying and a-shaking
like a turn of raw meat ♪

♪ Is it real? ♪

♪ I wanna know is it real? ♪

♪ I don't know ♪

Someone help me!

I was just abducted
by aliens!

♪ Tell me what is that standing
on the curb ♪

Looks like
we got a live one.

You have to believe me!
I saw their spaceship!

♪ Is it real?
I wanna know is it real? ♪

And -- And I'm pretty sure
they were Communists...

♪ I don't know ♪

♪ And if it is ♪

...from the future!

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== Flatto (subscene.com) ==

♪ I wanna know is it real? ♪

♪ I don't know ♪

♪ 'Cause if it is ♪

♪ Why in the world
don't it ever stand still? ♪

♪ Dop, doo-be-doo-ah ♪

♪ I ain't never in my life seen
nothing like that before ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ Never in my life seen
nothing like that before ♪

♪ Doo-doo-bop, doo-doo-bop ♪

♪ It's round like an apple
and wider than a kitchen door ♪

♪ Doo-wah ♪