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

I have orders to kill him.

Put the gun down now!

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

Shooting Freddy would've
given the Chronicoms

exactly what they wanted.

Our mission is to stop them.

Is that clear?

In 1955, there was a classified
project called Helius.

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

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

Arrest that man...

Agent Sousa

whoever he is.

Wow. Big fan.

They designed this EMP
all wrong,

but if I can get it working...

- We can blackout Helius?
- Hope so.

Here we go.

It's what they do when you win.

They self-destruct.

Damn it.

We need a medic
for these two men or

at least that one.

Fate.

I don't believe in it.

But I know history.

I know how the story goes.

And when it's playing out
right in front of you,

it feels like
you can't escape it.

That fate's gonna
catch up to you,

tap you on the shoulder,

whisper in your ear
that your time's up.

I thought I shook you.

And then your story ends.

Sometimes the hero has to die,

and there's nothing
you can do about it.

That day started in a fog.

My circuits were crossed up.

Color had bled from the world,

and I could hear my thoughts
pinging around my head.

I could break those cuffs easy,

but something told me
to hold off.

Right after everyone arrived,

everything went haywire.

The base was infiltrated,
my test was sabotaged.

And my contact...

The scientist... he's dead.

Niles Lindmore turned out
to be a hostile.

July 22, 1955.

My head was ringing like a bell,

but that date rang a louder one.

That was the day that made
Daniel Sousa a legend.

Every recruit learned about it.

His final mission.

He delivered a groundbreaking
S.H.I.E.L.D. device

to Howard Stark,

kept it from falling
into Russian hands.

And then he was killed.

This was the day
Daniel Sousa became

the first fallen
Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

He lives.

I heard enough
to know that this day

had been knocked off course.

Time for some answers.

Start with your name.

I had to cook up a story
to get things on track.

Fortunately,
I'd already read this one

in the history books.

Name's not important.

What's important is
I'm your contact.

Remember I kept telling you
what a fan I was?

That was me waving a hand
in your face.

First, you're a big shot
from the DoD,

now you're
a brilliant scientist?

Pardon me if I don't
believe a word you say.

Then why don't you ask
the dead guy?

He and I helped develop

the gadget
you're supposed to deliver,

but then he turned traitor,

sold it to the Russkies.

I came to the base
to track him down.

You saw the moment
he found out I was onto him.

Those weren't
your everyday fisticuffs.

That typical for
a couple of scientists?

These aren't typical times.

Lindmore would agree,

seeing as he melted like
the Wicked Witch of the East.

You mean West.

And I can't answer for Lindmore.

I didn't see it.

Now, you want to play
Twenty Questions,

or should we get this package
to Howard Stark?

Maybe the mention of Stark
sold him,

or maybe he heard
the clock ticking.

Where is it?

The package?

I didn't bring it to the base.

Too many variables in play.

Well, time is one of them.

I got to get it on a train.

To Los Angeles.
I know.

Tell me what train
and let me make a call.

My contact will bring it to us.

Us?

The plan was for me
to chaperone the gadget,

not a scientist.

It seems like you got
a new plan now.

I couldn't use a 1950s phone

to dial a 21st-century airplane.

There was only one number
I knew to dial.

These recruits today,

they don't know what it means
to be stuck with a bad S.O.

I mean, mine...

He was a real,
real son of a bitch.

Hey, I hope I'm not
boring you, buddy.

You are a paying customer.

I am a bartender.

It is your right to share

and have me listen to
your personal tale of misery.

Hmm.

The Krazy Kanoe.

Enoch?

Agent Coulson.

Such a pleasure
to hear your voice

after two decades.

Glad you found a spot
to hide out.

As am I.

But it will be
a longed-for privilege

to leave behind
the S.H.I.E.L.D. safe house

and rejoin you.

Sorry, Enoch,

we'll have to link up
with you later.

Right now, I'm hoping
you have a way

to get a message to the Zephyr.

It's urgent.

I can do better than that.

I can transfer you directly

now that I know
the Zephyr is here in 1955.

24 years is plenty of time

for a lonely Chronicom
to build the hardware to...

Fantastic.
Put me through.

Certainly.

Stand by.

Your may proceed
with your saga of struggle.

Right, so
this hard-ass,

he thought I was gonna be
his whipping boy,

and he also said something about
how my face made him angry.

I got through
to the team, filled them in.

Even if it wasn't
the way they intended,

the Chronicoms may have
altered history.

When they took
the body of Dr. Lindmore,

who happened to be
working on technology

vital to the future
of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Okay, so,
just to clarify,

the history books say
that tonight,

Sousa delivers that thing
and then he... he dies?

Unfortunately, yes.

So...

Lindmore's body is somewhere
with his face erased.

And that's where
the device would be.

We need to find his address.

Coulson, as soon as we do,

I'll send a team
to retrieve this gadget

and bring it to you
on the train.

You'll find me in the lounge car

on the 5:10 to Los Angeles.

Yo-Yo and Deke hit the road

to retrieve
the S.H.I.E.L.D. gadget

from Dr. Lindmore's home.

You're quiet.

Still don't have very much
driving experience.

I'm great on a scooter, though.

In the '50s,

were women allowed to drive?

Yes, of course.
Why would you...

I'm sorry!
I don't know.

I mean, we were just in the '30s

and they were really stylish,

but it was...
so sexist and racist.

But the '50s, though

are still pretty sexist
and racist.

It always gets better,
just never fast enough.

And some things never change.

Can't hurt to try,
though.

Well, it could

if we lose control
of the timeline

and it goes skidding
off the road.

So, that's not
the mission now, right?

Yep.

We're the Agents of Status Quo.

Sounds like
you don't agree with it.

Sounds like you do.

I don't know.

Doesn't look so special.

The good news was
the package was now

in S.H.I.E.I.D.'s possession.

The bad news...

No... Deke wasn't.

Final boarding for
the 5:10 to Los Angeles,

departing track three.

Sousa was getting jumpy.

I just hoped I'd see
a familiar face on the train.

Where's your contact?

They'll be here.

Have a seat.

Or... go get yourself a drink
in the bar car,

calm your nerves.

I don't need a drink.

Nothing to worry about.

I was worried.

The team was a no-show.

I felt trapped in an hourglass,
sand up to my neck.

Turns out the person
I was looking for

was looking for Deke.

She wasn't gonna find him.

And I wasn't gonna get
the package any time soon.

So, it's day two of training

and I tell this guy,
"Hey, I know you're the S.O.,

but I do things my way."

How interesting.

The Krazy Kanoe.

Enoch, it's Yo-Yo.

Agent Rodriguez.

I am pleased word of my presence
has gotten out.

Perhaps your call
indicates it's time

for me to join the team and...
No, sorry.

I need you to connect me
to the Zephyr right now.

Happy to connect you.

My attention is, alas

all yours.

So, he thinks he's gonna
make an example of me?

I didn't see who took him.

We have to assume Russians.

I'm so sorry, Mack.

If I had my powers,
I would've...

It's not your fault.

At least you got the package.

Just give me your location,
and I'll send the Quinjet.

No one could blame Yo-Yo
for putting a person first,

the package second.

But I was left high and dry,

and the train was on the move.

Sousa was squirming on the hook,

threatening to get loose.

I was gonna have to
keep winging it.

There's my guy.

I was waiting for the signal.

Hat over his face.

I bought myself some time,

but what I didn't have
was the goods.

The real
McCoy was on the Zephyr.

There she is.

That's it?

That's a "gadget"?

This is like

the Rosetta Stone
of S.H.I.E.L.D. tech.

Even the Zephyr can be traced
back to this little darling.

Hmm, if you say so.

Wow.

It is incredible,
isn't it?

Is it?

Mm.

Yeah.

We need to track down Sousa.

It's time we find that train.

The agent's life...

Must be exciting.

It fills the days.

Lot of threats out there.

Russians. And others.

Lying low,
biding time.

I take it science
doesn't leave much time

for a personal life either.

I don't follow.

No ring on your finger.

There was someone.

I couldn't stick around
long enough to make it last.

How 'bout you?

Similar story.

Don't you think it's
about time you show me

what all this
song and dance is for?

Sorry, can't do it.

Stark's eyes only.

Stark's not gonna be
at the drop, you know.

It'll be his man in L.A.

That's too bad.

I was hoping to meet him.

You worked on this for Howard

and you've never met him?

He sent a few encouraging
messages to the lab.

Sounds like him.

What's he like?

A pompous ass.

Big thinkers
can come off that way.

Makes for a divide
between those in the lab

and those in the field.

Yeah,
I'm feeling it now.

Think I will get that drink.
Want something?

Never touch the stuff.

Doesn't surprise me.

You can relax, Mr. Coulson.

I come alone.

With a proposition.

Cutting a deal?

Doesn't seem like
the Chronicom style.

Chronicoms adapt.

Consider this an opportunity.

Then you should pitch it to
the man who runs S.H.I.E.L.D.

You are not a man,
which is why I have come to you.

Lucky me.

Indeed you are lucky.

Not subject to the limitations
of human life,

to the drama of mortality.

You must see
the absurdity of them.

Humans make life on Earth
worth living,

worth saving.

Even if we left
this planet alone,

the humans you care about

will slowly die out around you.

I wonder how you'll feel
in 1,000 years.

Cut to the chase.

What's the offer?

Give us what we want... Earth...

And your humans
will have our charity.

Wanna buy a drink
for a lonesome gal?

Same for the lady.

You're too kind.

My pleasure.

Traveling alone is so tedious.

It's nice to talk to someone.

Could use
some good company myself.

Leave the bottle.

So, what takes you
to Los Angeles?

Business,
but not show business.

I'm betting I can't say
the same for you.

How did you guess?

You see a few people with their
faces wiped off their heads,

makes it hard to believe
your promise of benevolence.

Sorry, no deal.

So far, we've kept
this fight neat.

Refuse this
and it becomes messy.

You're only making this offer

because you found out
we were on your heels.

You time traveled,
S.H.I.E.L.D. time traveled.

If you escalate,
we will escalate.

You will never be able
to see what we can see.

For instance, we knew
you would be on this train.

We even know

that is not the item
Daniel Sousa delivers.

Oh, yes.

We know this is the day
that he dies...

Killed later tonight
at a hotel in Los Angeles.

But all we had to do
was make one call,

and he dies right now.

Mister, the lounge needs
to close for a little while.

A lovely lady like you

would light up
the silver screen, no doubt.

You think so?

I do.

Just one little piece
of advice. Okay.

You need to work on your acting.

You thought you'd be fetching
enough that I wouldn't notice

your friends
clearing this car out.

Here I was, convinced
my charms were working on you.

This doesn't have to be
a big production.

Just come along quiet.

May I step in?

You again. Told
you we were the good guys.

Too late for that drink?

Stark's eyes only, huh?

Who the hell are you people?

I'm Mack, this is Johnson,
and that's Coulson.

We're Friendlies.

We have the package.

Alright, then.

Let's have it.

Well, first, we need to take
a little walk outside.

Seeing my team was a relief,

but one of them
was still MIA.

Rise and shine,
big brain.

We were at the mercy of history.

We had to keep Sousa safe
on the Zephyr

until he could make his drop.

We didn't tell him
where we were from,

but he knew
something wasn't right.

Miss Carter.

Real name...
Jemma Simmons.

Apologies.

Welcome aboard?

You've given me names. How about
telling me what group you're with?

Nobody has aeronautics
like this.

Not Langley.
Definitely not S.H.I.E.L.D.

Our outfit's off the books.
You've never heard of it.

Best we keep it that way.

Must be way off the books.

You have no idea.

That's May,
doing the flying.

Pretty slick.

Never seen a plane
on top of a train before.

Or a plane on top of a plane,
for that matter.

You okay?

W...

Who?
May?

Simmons.

Sorry.

I-I-I-I'm fine.

I think you should come with me.

Y-You're not yourself.

I think I know how she feels.

You say you have the package?

I think it's time
you hand it over.

Really?
This thing?

I think Stark
would be more impressed

by your flying headquarters.

Our budget's also off the books.

Now that you have this,

maybe you can give us something

to help us find
our missing team member.

Could be he was taken by whoever
ordered the hit on the train.

Russians?

Normally, I'd say yes,

but I don't think it's
the Russians who are after this.

I think it's someone else.

Here's your scientist,
boss.

Was that in the report
you sent the CIA?

There's a bucket of reasons I
shouldn't trust you all, but

you did save my life.

I think S.H.I.E.L.D.
has been infiltrated.

By Hydra.

You got it.
Yep.

Wait, what?
How do you know that?

Classified,

but we're familiar with Hydra.

That's when it hit me.

Sousa wasn't killed
by the Russians.

He was going to expose
Hydra's presence

within S.H.I.E.L.D.,

so they took him out.

Who else knew about
your meeting with Dr. Lindmore?

Only my superior,
also classified.

Name wouldn't happen
to be Malick, would it?

Sorry to break it to you.

The kid we let live in 1931

had come back to haunt us
in 1955.

The name's Wilfred.

Now, why don't you tell me
who you are

because you damn sure
don't look like a scientist.

It had been two decades,

so Malick didn't recognize Deke.

Maybe that would
help Deke stay alive.

I don't look like a scientist
because I'm a salesman.

The door at that house
was open, I went in, I-I...

Next thing I know,
I woke up here with a screaming headache.

Where's the gadget?

Unless you're talking
about toasters,

which is what I sell,
I couldn't tell ya.

I-I'm telling you,
you got the wrong guy.

You said to grab
the guy and the case.

There wasn't no one else there.

Well, it sounds like
you didn't look hard enough.

Listen, fellas,
there's no hard feelings.

I-I wish I could help,
but it...

It seems like your man here
screwed up pretty bad,

which is surprising

considering the square jaw,
broad shoulders,

lack of any... smile...

You wouldn't think
he'd be so incompetent.

Looks like the boss is
a little unhappy with you,

- but that's okay.
- I'm s...

Thanks for helping me
root out a bum employee.

Nobody's gonna miss
a third-rate hoodlum.

Just like nobody's
gonna miss a toaster salesman.

We have an address for Malick.

Maybe Deke's been taken there.

And Agent Sousa?

He still has a delivery to make.

I don't want it to happen,
either,

but we kept Malick on course

despite the temptation
to do otherwise.

Look, I'm not taking a side.
I'm just saying...

Well, it's easier
to let a bad man live

than to let a good man die.

That's catchy,
and I wish I'd said it,

but Agent Sousa's sacrifice

was an inspiration to others
in S.H.I.E.L.D.

Like yours was for the Avengers.

Well, let's not oversell it.

No, it's a fact.

And it's also a fact you got
a chance to fight another day.

I did,
but if Sousa lives,

we don't know what impact
that will have on history.

I suspected they burrowed
into S.H.I.E.L.D.,

but I thought
it was the fringes.

If someone like Malick
is Hydra...

They're dug in deep.

I'm not sure what's
more frustrating...

That you won't tell me
how you know what you know

or you're telling me
I can't act on it.

Malick is just a piece of it.

If you expose him right now,

they'll just go
deeper underground.

Then I'll follow them there.

Hydra took a lot of
good people from me.

This is a fight
I'll wage alone if I have to.

I'd give my life for it.

A great writer once said,

"The past is never dead.
It's not even past."

Deke could now attest to that.

You don't have to
do this, Freddy.

Nobody calls me that.

I did.

In 1931.

That was the year my life began.

You delivered a serum.

I helped you do it.

This is Deke.
Hello? Is anyone there?

Impossible.

I get that a lot.
Kept my looks.

I go hard on the vegetables.

I recall you
held a gun on me once.

And I didn't shoot you.

I shot someone
who was coming after you.

You'll have to
forgive my memory.

When you reach my position,

it's easy to forget
the people that helped you

on your way to the top.

I guess I owe you
a debt of gratitude, Deke.

Yeah.

I'm glad life
worked out for you.

Well, it looks like
it has for you, too.

You get to walk out of here
instead of being carried out.

Consider my debt paid.

Although,
if I see you again,

you won't be so lucky.

Oh, uh...

What were you doing
in that house anyway?

You're no salesman.

Just looking out for my future.

Aren't we all?

I'm not seeing anything unusual
in your vitals.

Do you have any idea why you
may have seemed so disoriented?

I don't know.
It just happened.

Like what happened at the base.

What happened at the base?

Can't hurt
to talk about it, May.

Be my guest.

May had a panic attack.

Why wasn't I told?

Because that's not me.

All the more reason,
and I agree.

For you, that is
severely abnormal.

You've always held tight
your emotions.

To a fault,
some might say.

Have you been feeling...

I've been feeling nothing.

Just blank.

And then

my emotions wash over me.

Out of control.

I made it to the end,

and then they assigned me
to a desk job.

They said that that was
the best fit for my skills.

The Krazy Kanoe.

Enoch! Buddy!
It's... It's Deke!

How the hell...
I'll connect you.

You know

you might be
the best friend that I have.

Your overture of friendship

is the ill-considered product

of your forlorn disposition

and the nine drinks
in your system.

I must decline the offer

and accept that I am alone
in this world,

as I have always been.

Hey, guys.

Deke, it's Mack and Coulson.
Where are you?

I'm in L.A.
Are you safe?

Yes, but you are never
gonna guess who I just saw.

Wilfred Malick.

Okay, or you will
guess correctly.

Deke, sit tight
for a little while.

I'm changing the mission.

We've landed.
What's the holdup?

Johnson,
will you join me?

It's time to let me out
of this plane.

My drop's at 9:00.
Give us a minute.

Right after we set off
the gas canisters,

I-I-I felt trapped.

I couldn't breathe.

And that was the first time
you felt afraid?

It was the first time
I felt anything since...

The healing chamber?

Since the temple.

I went to a world
where they don't feel.

Don't have emotions.

And now, I-I...

I've lost control of mine.

Anything from that world
ruins us.

You also felt this... swell

when you saw the technology
in the briefcase.

I was excited about it.

You were giddy.

Only Simmons cares that much
about stuff like that.

This last episode
of disorientation,

was there any panic
attached to that?

No. No, it...
I-I-I felt confused

and everything felt foreign

and you felt like strangers,

but it was just for an instant.

And... And then there was
nothing to, um...

You shook Sousa's hand.

Right.

The confusion came on
right after that.

May, do you feel anything now?

Worried.

And uh... concerned.

And now?

Less.

You're not being overwhelmed
by your own emotions.

You're feeling...
Everyone else's.

The people you touch.

On the base,
running around you...

Yeah, bumping into me,
feeling trapped,

and... and then Simmons and

then Sousa.

Oh,
wait. And now you're feeling my concern.

Oh, God. May,
this is extraordinary.

No, no, listen.

When I felt Sousa's confusion,

I felt something else, too.

We're gonna save him.

We won't let him
get near that place.

We'll find a way
to make the drop for him

and figure out the rest after.

Cool.
Writing some new history.

Copy that.

It's the Director's call.

Let's make some waves.

What else did you feel?
What was it, May?

An overwhelming urge.

I felt the need to...

To what?

To run.

Like I said,

sometimes the hero has to die,

and there's nothing
you can do about it.

Maybe there was something
we could do about Sousa.

Question was,

could we get to him
before his killer did?

I see him.

Get it done.

The organization depends on it.

Say hello to Howard.

Will do.

I thought I shook you.

Job is done.

No more prying eyes.

He didn't have
the package, though.

Sousa completed his mission.
Died a hero.

Just like what's in
the history book.

But not everything's
in the book.

Obviously, the answer
to the question,

"Could we get to him
before his killer..."

I thought I shook you.
was yes.

This'll make sense later.
Maybe.

Don't forget this.

Turns out being an LMD
has its perks,

like taking two in the back
without a fuss.

And being able to spend
some time underwater.

You got here fast.

We flew here
as soon as we heard.

Where are the usual guys?

Day off.

Alright.

Just get the body out of there
before we're all soaked.

How's Sousa?

Still sleeping it off.

It's gonna be quite a hangover.

It felt good to dry out.

It felt good to be
back on the plane.

It was going to feel even better

when my system was restored
to...

How's that?

Better.

Thanks.

And you're not still hearing it?

Internal monologue's gone.

Everything's back to normal.

Whatever

that is.

I get nothing off of him.

Time to buckle up.

You left this behind.

Thanks.

You okay?

Yeah, just got a good look
at the status quo.

Not a fan.

Well, maybe next time
we have the chance to change it,

we do.

I'm in.

Here we go.

Wish we didn't
have to leave Enoch.

Me, too,
but he's 3,000 miles away.

He's a Chronicom,
though.

So he'll be wherever
we're headed to next,

which I hope is home.

Ow.

What did you shoot me with?

An ICER.

It hasn't been invented yet.

S.H.I.E.L.D.

Future S.H.I.E.L.D.

We're in a fight against body-snatching
robots from another planet

who want to wipe us out
and take the Earth.

The melting man you saw
was one of them.

Why didn't you lead with that?

Do I really have to answer?

You'd be surprised
what I've seen.

I sort of doubt that.

We weren't sure how
to handle your situation.

What's my situation?

You're dead.

I don't feel so hot,
but I know I'm not dead.

Well, history says you are.

You were shot
after delivering that gadget.

I can show you the files.

You're a hero.

So, congrats, and

condolences.

I'm not dead.

We didn't change history,
we just took you out of it,

faked your death.

You're alive, literally,

but to anyone not on this plane,

you were killed at that hotel.

I'm sorry.

Welcome to life after death.

I'll tell you all about it.

This plane,
it's how you time travel?

Yep.

So the bump that woke me up...

Let me guess,
we're not in 1955 anymore.

Nope.

Then... when are we?

We're trying to figure that out.

What the hell?

Oh, not necessary,
Mr. Malick.

I have been left behind
to help you.

You're the man who called,

told me Sousa was on the train.

You and I share an enemy,
Mr. Malick.

The only difference

is that mine is from the future.

I think I might've met
one of them.

You certainly did.

As it is certain.

S.H.I.E.L.D. will destroy
all you have built.

It is time to prevent that.

How?

By doing exactly

what I say.