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

I present to you Project Insight.

We move fast, we stop that satellite.

If we can position the charges right,

we can fill the base with lake water.

Which would set off evac protocol

and shut down the launch.

So happy you
came back into my life.

Something's wrong.

I feel like I've been... slipping.

You are forgetting?

We want S.H.I.E.L.D.
to reveal themselves.

S.H.I.E.L.D. will find you
here. And when they do,

you will have leverage.

My parents. They'll drown.

- Abort.
- We can't let it launch.

Insight has been destroyed.

But we just gave up our position.

- Synced and corrected by Firefly -
- www.addic7ed.com -

Consider
this an opportunity...

We're ready
to detonate on your signal.

You of all people.

Yeah, I didn't
think I'd see you again, either,

but here we are.

All life follows these patterns.

Eroded coastlines, seashells,

leaves.

A new world blooms beneath your feet.

Can you feel it?

I feel the weight of Malick's death.

Of Insight being destroyed.

Is that the world you envisioned?

As one branch dies,
a new one bears fruit.

Do not speak in metaphor, Sibyl.

Your path has led to disaster.

Has it?

S.H.I.E.L.D. revealed their
ship to destroy Insight.

We have their location.

Malick's son captured Daisy Johnson.

They are divided.

And Alphonso Mackenzie's parents

will force them into the Lighthouse.

They are reckless.

They have begun to bend under stress.

You wish to overwhelm them.

I do.

Begin the next phase.

I will wake the Hunters one by one.

We must continue to adapt.

We have zero booster reading.

Radar is picking up a debris field.

Copy.

Confirm air-to-air missile strike.

Insight is down.

We know the rocket is dead.

Find me the ship that killed it.

Sir.

So, sucker
punching me wasn't enough.

You're saboteurs.

Your friends blew up my rocket.

On the Fourth of July.

You didn't want that thing
to reach orbit, General.

You would have found
that out the hard way.

Because time-traveling robots

would have turned their
deadly lasers upon the earth?

More or less. Yeah.

And you.

This was destined

for a celebratory barbecue, Chastity.

That's not your real name, is it?

Melinda May. I'm not an HR Liaison.

I think he got that from
the bag of explosives.

Sir.

We have the hostile bogey.

All right, now we're talking.

It's a faint signal.
We're working on it.

They shouldn't be able to track Z1.

Advanced Integrated Tracking System.

Little gift from our friend, Mr. Malick.

They'll be blown out of the sky.

They had to see us.

We launched a missile in broad daylight.

All signals are quiet, even
with the Quinjet docking.

Well, keep scanning,
and re-engage cloaking.

Glad to see you. Where's Malick?

It's complicated. We went
there. He was waiting for us...

He's dead. I shot him.

That wasn't the order, Agent Shaw.

Yeah, but he kept making waves.

I thought it was best to...

Damn it, that wasn't the order!

I don't have time to
deal with you right now.

We need to get moving.

You got a 20 on Daisy and Sousa?

I checked every camera
feed in the Lighthouse.

No sign of them.

I can't be out my strongest fighter.

Deke, stay put.

I want every scanner on
this ship searching...

But I know the Lighthouse.
Your parents could be...

Running out of time.

There's no debate on this.

I blew up the one reason

those Chronicoms had to keep them alive.

I need to get in there now.

There's another reason... It's a trap.

- I don't have a choice.
- Which is why I'm coming with you.

And there's no debate on that.

I'll start pre-flight.

Simmons, scan for Daisy and Sousa,

and while you're at it,
scan for the enemy ship.

We gave up our position.

That may cause them to give up theirs.

Yes, Director.

Let's bring the pain to them for once.

The launch silo's our
only chance of getting in

before they lock down the base.

It's bad enough we don't have a plan,

now there's probably no way out.

We're good under pressure.

Today's the Bicentennial.

My parents threw a picnic at the lake.

Whole family.

Rocket pops and raising
hell with my cousins.

It's not supposed to be like this.

The Chronicoms are trying
to get into your head, Mack.

This isn't exactly how I'd
imagined you'd meet my parents.

But what a first impression, huh?

Welcome to the Lighthouse.

We have enacted Lockdown Protocol.

All movement is prohibited.

Who initiated Lockdown?

It wasn't my order.

- Welcome to the Lighthouse.
- And today of all days,

- all orders come from me.
- We have enacted Lockdown Protocol.

They're using the lockdown to
divide and conquer the base.

I didn't bring you here to speak.

Lighthouse anti-aircraft batteries

have locked onto the bogey, sir.

I haven't ordered that yet.

The missiles have begun
their arming sequence.

The system is running on its own.

Anything computerized has been hijacked.

Agent, do not fire on that
ship until I tell you to!

Go downstairs and rip out
the mainframe if you have to.

You're too late.

Sir...

missiles are away.

Incoming!

Three missiles inbound!

Prepare yourselves for extreme G's!

Good to see you move.

My head.

Ohh, I can barely...

Feels like there's cement
running through my veins.

Drugs.

Haven't been this messed
up since the field hospital.

I want to hea... hear that story

when I... I can remember it.

I can't quake.

Malick's little psycho...

Psycho?

That's unfair... and very well-timed.

Wow. Right as I'm walking in.

Hi. Nathaniel.

Uh, the two of you took me hostage...

changed my life.

Yeah. Uh, will you unchain us,

and we can hug it out?

And Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D.
can be together at last.

Hydra?

I-I look like Hydra to you?

Take a look at Ron's suit.

Guy's here 'cause he's
got mouths to feed,

not 'cause he worships a space octopus.

No. Religion's not really my thing.

I don't want to know
what your thing is, kid.

But it's you, Daniel.

You're my thing.

Whoa.

Come on.

Danny.

You know. I know.

Daisy here can move things
without touching them. And you?

You either fought the Krauts in diapers

or you're aging much slower

than the other 60-somethings I know.

Yeah, he's not what
you think. He's not...

You mean he's not an Inhuman?

He'd better hope he is.

See, uh,
the family business...

I dabble, but, um,
nothing really spoke to me.

Until I met you.

Saw what you could do.

Whoa.

You haven't even seen the half of it.

I really hope not.

And a cool thing to say, by the way.

Your whole vibe is just... great.

That's why you took us
hostage, to find out...

"Hostage" would imply

that I'm using you as
collateral to get what I want

when, in fact, everything
I want is right here,

flowing through your veins.

This isn't the super
serum. This is genetics.

Yeah, but I'm rich. It, uh,
cuts down some barriers.

Plus, Hydra families keep in touch.

I mean, Dr. Reinhardt has
some very helpful tips.

What's he always saying?

"Discovery requires experimentation".

Dr. Reinhardt? Didn't
we catch him in the war?

Yes, and thank you for your service.

My generation just
does not say it enough.

You mean Daniel Whitehall.

I will crush you...

Yes.

Do it.

Just one bone shaker, and it's over.

Show me what makes you so special.

We start with her.

No.

This base just shot down a
plane full of good agents.

They blew up the country's
most important defense system.

Of course we fired on them.

You didn't fire.

Someone took over the
Lighthouse, as we warned.

Imagine I believe you,
and we've been infiltrated.

What am I looking for?

They're partially synthetic humanoids.

They don't quite act
like us, but to blend in,

they do steal and wear our faces.

They take our faces?

He's telling the truth.

They're called Chronicoms.

And your name is Chastity McBride.

Insight was my first
post out of the Academy.

Hell of a mess you made.

Enjoy your time in prison.

Easy, Kojak.

Try to hold ourselves to
a professional demeanor.

Sorry, sir.

Ford requested you down in
the basement in person, sir.

They've got something.

See?

We're handling this.

Let us help.

Did you pay Fred Malick a visit?

Yes. He's Hydra.

Not anymore. He's dead,
so... you just stay here.

There's something wrong with that Agent.

I know.

You'd think someone named Stoner

- would be a little more fun...
- No.

The woman.

I felt nothing.

Like you.

She's a Chronicom.

All the cloaking in the world
won't help if we're smoking.

The fire's out, okay? It's out.

We have a more pressing issue.

No.

What is that?

What was that?! And... just guessing...

how's it gonna kill us?

When the Drive jumps, it
takes the Zephyr with it

due to a network of cables
that encompass the ship.

It carries the current from the drive

to the shielding around the Zephyr.

Without the shielding intact,

only parts of the ship would jump away,

and what remains would be pulverized

like a Xandarian snail in a liquifactor.

Why do you sound so calm about that?!

And we could jump at any moment,

so we need to fix this immediately.

Okay, so what do we do now?

The power regulator...
take a look at it.

You start there,

and Enoch and I will
rewire the control panel.

Consider it done.

Are you okay?

Shouldn't I know how to fix this?

Wha... Wh...

Why can't I remember how to fix it?

Don't worry, Jemma Simmons.

It will be all right.

But we must act now.

It's gonna be okay.

Aah!

Oh, God, what now?

It's okay. It's okay.

We're here to get you out.

- Hey!
- Hey, hey.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Hey, what are you doing, man?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, sir, ma'am.

I just got carried away.

Who are you?

Um, this is Agent Rodriguez.

Uh, she's my girlfriend.

Oh, I don't think these
strangers care about that,

Director Mack... Lemore.

Um, you can call me Elena,
and please excuse my partner.

He's just happy that you guys are safe.

I'm John. She's Lilla.

Uh, sorry. This whole
day has been a nightmare.

I'm sure it has.

But if you do what we
say and we keep moving,

we will get you home.

We were food shopping for a party.

Men just came right up to us
in the parking lot and took us.

Why?

Collateral.

But I don't get it. We're nobody.

You're not nobody.

I just wish I had a better explanation.

If everything goes right,

we can bypass the people that took you.

They're cowards.

Whatever they wanted,
our plane is nearby.

You'll be safe soon.

What exactly happens if
we can't avoid them, sir?

Then you find cover.

And you... you don't
have to call me "sir".

It's... It's just "Mack".

We've unlocked an
elevator to the basement.

Something is definitely
screwing with the mainframe.

Just rip it out?

We need your authority override

- to reboot the systems, sir.
- Welcome to the Lighthouse.

- Yeah. Computers.
- We have enacted Lockdown Protocol.

My own face is aiding
the damn enemy today.

Turn it off.

We'll remove your face ASAP, sir.

Don't get wise, Agent King.

I'm telling you,
she is a Chronicom.

She had the same void of
emotions that I get from you.

But she showed emotion.
She had a personality.

She was the person Stoner knew.

Chronicoms can't mimic that.

You can.

I'm not like them.

I may not be what I used to
be, but I'm not one of them.

But she was.

So we need to warn them...

And I don't appreciate
this attitude from you.

I don't have attitude.

That's my point.

Not having attitude is my attitude?

Yes.

I don't know what's going on inside you,

but you're smart.

You're smart enough to know that this...

it's not simple for me,

and... and I would turn to you for...

- For what?
- I don't know. For...

- For validation?
- Maybe, Melinda. Something.

- I died, and I came back.
- Yeah.

I didn't ask for that.

But here we are.

And, okay, you don't feel.

But you won't even
tell me what you think.

- You want to know what I think?
- Yeah.

You never die.

You always come back.

You know how many
times I've mourned you?

I'm not doing it again.

And I'm certainly not
doing it for a decoy

with a simulated personality!

Thank you! There she is!

Don't look now, but your
emotions are coming back.

Unless you just picked
that up from watching me.

They're mimicking me. Adapting.

Are we done sharing now?

On the train.

He said they adapt.

They saw me and realized they
could steal personalities.

What if they're doing that?

What if they have a method
of taking our memories,

our identities, and uploading
them into Chronicom bodies?

Replace the Agents,
use them to take over.

Yeah.

And General Stoner's next.

What the hell?

No.

Nooooo!

Ford. What is so important?

Sorry, sir. We needed
your override authority

to take back mainframe control.

Whatever gets us up and running.

All right, come on. This way.

Another dead end?

We should go another way.

Our jet's on the other
side of that door.

We're exactly where we need to be.

This is not where I'm
supposed to be today!

I picked the safest
route possible. Trust me.

I'll trust you when my back's

not up against a three-ton steel wall.

I'm trying.

But he's trying me.

He doesn't know you.

It's not about you.

We've got two boys at home.

Well, I can't solve
that problem just yet.

But I do know if I
can't fix one thing...

You fix another.

Yeah.

The thing is, the, uh...
the locks on this blast door

are a lot like
the brake calipers on a car.

They clamp onto the door?

We bust the locks, the door slides open.

And we go home.

Think you can help me with that?

Brute force won't work
against the rotors, but...

think we could find the
hydraulics line and cut it?

Yeah. Yeah, that'd work.

Bring in another Hunter
for the next conversion.

Never keep your back to a door.

I believe you!

I'm sorry you
had to learn about it

this way, General.

Agent Ford attacked me.

This is a Chronicom replacement room.

The table copies your mind to him.

Then they take your face.

Those were friends.

It's... them? They're dead?

I'm sorry.

This device is out of commission.

They won't take anyone else.

They've still got my agents
trapped down in this base.

We need to get people
out, regroup topside.

What about Mack?

You know he came in for his parents.

He'll be finding his way out with them.

That's good. Link up with him.

What are you doing?

This is the very bottom
of the Lighthouse, right?

They mentioned bringing
more Chronicoms up.

I'm gonna see where they're coming from.

Okay. Any more, and
we'll kill the golden goose.

Let her recover.

Be careful!

You're not bouncing
some drunk from the bar.

What did you do?

Took as much blood and spinal fluid

as I thought she could handle.

A couple glands.

Now I got to synthesize it
all and transfuse it to me.

Now, I know, it's risky, but, uh...

I want to try new things.

If it doesn't work, we'll
switch from needles to knives.

Daisy?

Jiaying. It happened...

It happened before.

Hey, stay with me.

What do you mean this happened before?

Jiaying.

I ca...

Jiaying.

Hey, hey, hey.

You wanted to hear my story, right?

Right, well,

I think it was, uh, foggy.

I can't really remember the hit,

but I came to,

and my leg was a pulpy mess...

and I was completely alone.

Okay.

And then Mike Stephens showed up.

And the thing about Mike
is he was a resolute ass.

He would never shut up.

He was always bullying
the new guys, stole cigs.

But that day, he just
kept talking to me...

... carried me back from the line.

Hey. Hey. Wake up. Okay?

Stay awake, okay?

For the next couple hours,
he stayed with me.

When the Germans advanced,

when the cold got so bad
I thought we would freeze,

he just kept telling me,
"We are going home".

And then at some point, I
was in a field stretcher,

and, uh...

Mike wasn't.

So... consider my yapping

as a way of passing on the favor.

We are going home, Agent Johnson.

You hear me? We're going home.

But you have got to fight.

Plenty of fight left in ya after all.

What the hell?

Nana, wake up. Something happened.

Enoch's a traitor.

Are you okay?

Deke?

Deke...

what have you done?

Bad time?

Keep pushing, Huggies.

I call him Turtleman.

'Cause he slowly won you over?

Slow and steady wins the race.

Aah! Gah! Damn it!

Sorry.

Here, take this.

Yo-Yo, stay here, keep working the door.

Where are you going?

To make sure they don't
come anywhere near you guys.

Where am I?

In a virtual space.

Advantage of a digital mind.

I mean, where's my body?

Surrounded by Hunters in our time ship.

It appears underground,

which is why you've had
difficulty finding it.

And who are you?

Sibyl.

They call me the Predictor,

but I simply read the Time Streams.

Are you saying you see the future?

I see the past

as written by a single future...

a tree grown,

but also the many trees
it could've grown to be.

A predictor and a poet. Sweet.

Definitely not like any
Chronicom I've met.

Nor are you.

Again, I'm not a...

You know, people keep
making that mistake today.

But you're not a person.

What do you think you are?

One of many pressing questions.

But you seem to answer anything I ask.

I see no reason not to.

Then this should be interesting.

Enoch had you unconscious

and was implanting
something in your brain.

All of my actions were
completely on the up.

Yeah, and completely misguided.

Forget what you saw. Enoch is a friend.

No, no, what I just saw
was Creepytown, USA,

population... the... the two of you.

No, no.

I want answers... real ones.

He was fixing my memory
so we can fix the ship.

Wait a second. Do you...

Do you not know how
to fix the time machine

that you are currently ripping apart?

You cannot imagine how impossible it was

to track the Chronicoms through time.

But Fitz and I found a place

where all their moves could be observed.

And to guide us, Fitz stayed there.

He is completely exposed,

and they will kill him if they find him,

so no one can know his location.

But you knew.

Yes.

I designed a biological implant
to suppress my memories.

I named her Diana.

She's adorable, and we're inseparable.

Literally.

- Ohh.
- You need to replace the capacitors.

But then you won't remember
how to find Fitz again.

I'm worried I might.

Diana is acting up, and I'm...

I'm forgetting the things
I'm supposed to know,

and more dangerously, I'm
remembering the things I'm not.

We'll fix the implant.

Don't worry.

We're far more likely to blow
a hole through space-time,

then Diana won't matter, anyway.

Duct tape?

Hey, buddy, she's not doing good.

You need to get some help.

Leave me alone. Help her.

No?

Aah!

Okay. I got you.

Come on.

Here we go.

Is that you?

My bones...

are cracking.

Where's Daisy?

Abducted by Nathaniel Malick.

He wants to take her power.

What are the chances he'll succeed?

22%.

Will Daisy survive?

86%.

That's my girl.

And what do you want
from Mack's parents?

Mack.

To get to us?

So you can have Earth?

You know the answer to that one.

And why do you want it?

To ensure the survival of my species.

See?

Me too.

We should talk more.

So much in common.

Neither one of us is actually speaking.

And a great sense of humor, too.

So, why you and not us?

Clarify.

What's the difference between
a Chronicom and a human?

Time.

Humans have a limited amount of it

and therefore fear death.

They act irrationally

to prevent themselves or others

from experiencing death.

Chronicoms cannot die.

Time has no consequence.

You should ask yourself

which category you fall into.

So, that's the difference

that makes your species more valuable.

Less fleeting.

With a home planet intact,

we will exist long after you're gone.

Once you realize that, you'll give up.

Or... you'll run out of...

Time.

Yeah, you said that.

I would argue that you're
wrong about three things,

if you don't mind.

Please.

First...

... the
difference is sacrifice.

Yeah, time is limited...

... which means sacrifice
comes at a real cost...

... not just data.

Heart and pain

and blood and sweat and tears...

all the good human stuff.

And we will never give up.

You said I was wrong about three things.

What's the third?

Me.

You see, I haven't feared
death for a long time.

Is that so?

Yeah.

The fact is, dying...

... it's kind of my super power.

Someone's in the Hive.

Get down there immediately.

May, if you're out there,
I found the ship.

I just hope you're right
about this next part.

Looks like my team just
disrupted your lockdown.

It doesn't matter.

This is not how I planned

on spending Lady Liberty's 200th.

What happened?

Coulson lifted the lockdown.

Okay, we'll head for the Quinjet.

How bad's your arm?

Nothing getting home won't fix.

Thank you for believing us.

Thank you for saving my skin.

That is literal.

I'd like to buy you a
beverage of your choice

if that is a welcome gesture.

H.R. rules frown on it.

As a saboteur,

you don't technically
report to me, Melinda.

I'm Level 7.

Technically, you'd report to me.

But your job's just beginning.

Clear out the base,
create a cover story.

Perhaps a "Hydrogen Wave Crisis".

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you, General.

This would make
one hell of a report.

Where's Coulson?

He's gone.

Was he in that explosion?

Is he dead?

He'll come back.

Always does.

Um, yeah, E-Enoch, I'm
sorry... about before.

I-I didn't realize that
things were so dire.

And... ?

And...

you are a valued member of our family.

That is the greatest compliment

one could be paid.

Apology accepted.

Okay, so, what do you remember?

Do you know where Fitz is?

No.

No one can know.

And no one can know about me.

I mean it, Deke.

Even you knowing puts you at great risk.

Can you carry this secret?

63,000 pounds of thrust?

Mm-hmm.

Per turbine.

This baby will scream
straight up into the sky.

And he said, "Not like that, Mama".

She's telling me about her sons.

Her oldest sounds very serious.

You know what I find loosens kids up?

Now, just... just hear me out.

Um... ATV's.

I-I don't know if anyone's
said this yet, but...

thank you for saving us.

You're welcome.

Why are we circling?

I can't take them to the Zephyr.

Why?

I felt nothing from him...

like Coulson.

No.

Check his arm.

You said he hurt it.

No, no. He can't be one of them.

We got there in time before
anything could happen.

I know what you're
feeling, and I'm sorry.

But you know it might be true.

Check his arm.

Wait, what's going on?

Uh, what's going on?

Why are we turning?

John...

... you mind if I take
a look at your arm?

What?

Uh, no. It's fine.

Why aren't we going home?

It's okay. We'll be there soon.

Let's show May that you're all good.

Can you please just
show me your arm, sir?

Really...

it... it's nothing.

John...

I need to see it.

Leave him alone.

No, sweetheart, it's fine.

It's just a scratch, really.

What'd
you do with my parents?

They've been gone a while.

I harvested their skins.

We could have had so
much fun together, son.

Hang on!

Don't do it, Mack.

Mack...

Alfie...

We're about to jump.

Last chance, if you...

I'm where I need to be.

Where are you going, man?

Mack!

I just need some air.

Deke, where are you?

Hey, I said I would check on Mack.

Believe it or not,

I kind of get what he's going through.

No, where are you?

The Zephyr's... leaving.

Both of you get back now.

... deteriorating...

... about to jump...

Mack!

Mack! Mack!

Mack, we gotta go! Z1's in trouble!