All language subtitles for Marvels Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D s07e01_English

♪♪

♪♪

Captain Dole:
Could be any time.

♪♪

When he gets here,

just count the dough
and let me do the talking.

You got it, boss.

[ Bell rings ]

You're early.

Who the hell
are these guys?

You boys lost?

Gotta be off your nut,
walking around like that.

-[ Laughs ]
-[ Laughs ]

Captain William Dole.

New York Police Department,
Fourth Precinct.

♪♪

[ Gun cocks ]

I'm a sentient Chronicom
from the planet Chronyca-2.

Good for you.

Now beat it...

before we make you freaks
regret being born.

Chronicoms
are not born.

♪♪

[ Suitcase thuds ]

♪♪

I'm warning you.

Last chance, pal.

♪♪

Take 'em, boys!

[ Gunshots ]
[ Grunting ]

[ Grunts ]

Aah!

[ Breathing heavily ]

What do you want?

[ Device whirs ]

Your face.

[ Screams ]

♪♪

♪♪

You're early.

♪♪

[ Crate crashes,
glass shatters ]

♪♪

[ Guns cock ]

[ Man screams ]

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Simmons:
He has Chronicom hardware,

which makes him
our most advanced LMD.

So...

what do you think?

He would want us to consider
the ramifications --

[ Chamber whirs, powers on ]

Hey, guys.

[ Whispering ]
Why is no one talking?

[ Normal voice ]
Oh, hey.

I'm digging the hair.

Sir, you've missed
quite a lot.

How did we get here?

The last scan of your brain
was from the Framework.

I've done my best
to update it

with all
that you've missed.

But you may feel
some disorientation

as your mind catches up
to the present.

My arm feels different.

It's fixed.

Doesn't feel the same.

Coulson, take it easy.
Let Simmons explain.

I don't feel the same.
Why?

We had to make
a tough decision --

Because you're an LMD.

No.

No.

No!

Was that necessary?
There's no easy way
to say it.

Simmons:
A state-of-the-art life model,

enhanced with advanced --

Chronicom hardware.

How do I know that word?

Why am I --

[ Exhales sharply ]

♪♪

Oh.

I died.

I died and I came back.

Not me.

I died and we said goodbye
and I came back.

I died again
and came back --

What do we do?
Fix this.

I don't know how. There's a lot
of data flooding his mind.

Coulson, I'm here.

Okay, so,
j-just take a breath.

Do I breathe?

You are okay.
You are okay.

No, I'm not okay.
I'm not him.

I look like him.
Pachakutiq.

May, don't!

May.

That -- That was not
your fault.

It really is magical,

Talbot, Tahiti,
who's like us, goodbye --

Fitz, oh, God!

Simmons, do something.

It's two years of information
all at once.

Dying, lying, lying,
Lighthouse --

Dearly beloved,
we're gathered here today --

from processing --
Coulson!

A symbol
that must carry on --

Ghost Rider, take the deal.

Take the deal.
I'm dead anyway.

I'm dead anyway!
I'm dead anyway!

[ Button slams ]
[ Powers down ]

What the hell?!
You can't do that!

You can't just
shut Coulson down.

It may be unpleasant,
but he needs to go through this.

You can't --
Both of you, shut up.
That's an order.

Coulson or not,

anything LMD-related is
a Director-level decision.

That's not up for debate.
Are we clear?

♪♪

Agent Simmons.

You're gonna tell us
everything you know.

Right now.

♪♪

Simmons: I'm saying
we can't waste time.

The Chronicoms
want to take Earth

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

Mack: So they plan to eliminate
S.H.I.E.L.D. from history.

And if we hadn't
jumped when we did...

The fight would've ended
before it ever began.

So, wait, the Zephyr's
a time machine now?

In a sense.

And we can jump
to any time we want?

Not quite.

It's complicated.
Even I barely understand it.

Alright, well,
give us the basics.

There are
critical launch windows,

leading to specific points
in time and space.

Fitz called them "Tides."

The Chronicoms took one,
and we followed them here.

Okay, but why 1931?

I mean, S.H.I.E.L.D.
won't even exist

until the '50s.

Truthfully?

We never expected
to go back this far.

I have no idea
what the Chronicoms are up to

or how to find them.

Well, that's not great.

Yo-Yo: So we're not prepared
for any of this?

We're flying blind?

We're flying on auto-pilot.

And we prepared
the best we could.

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♪♪

[ Chuckles ]

Now we're talking.

Enoch: [ Shouting ]
Welcome, friends, new and old!

I am scanning
existing frequencies

for anything unusual --

Enoch.

Apologies
for the high volume.

Simmons: That is Enoch.

I know some of you have
never officially met him.

That's my workstation,

and, Deke, that --
that one's yours.

Daisy:
So you built all of this
and solved time travel.

How long did this take?

Building it
was simple enough,

but it took much longer
for Fitz to design.

♪♪

Bobo's really not here?

And you don't know
where he is.

Simmons: The Chronicoms scanned
our brains once before.

It's too dangerous for any of us
to know where he is.

Please, sir.

Whatever they're planning,
we're already behind.

Well, we need boots
on the ground,

and our comms
run off satellites.

We brought radios.

Look, we need
to blend in.

Deke, can you
get us clothes?

Navigating the past
happens to be my specialty.

Last time, you got stupid drunk
and ended up in jail.

That's not true. I was
pleasantly drunk. It was --

Daisy: Deke --
he'll -- he'll be fine.

It's Prohibition,
so alcohol's illegal anyway.

It's what?

Who would think
that's a good idea?

Even the Kree let us make
our own boot juice.

This should be enough.

Keep a low profile.

Yes, sir.

Yo-Yo, you're quarantined.

Do not leave this plane.

Mack, I'm fine.

And I'm glad,

but until Simmons gives
the all-clear,

I can't risk introducing
an alien contagion

into the past.

Or purple hair.

What?

No, I like it.

I do, but it's gotta go.

[ Sighs ]

♪♪

How is May?

Stable.

Her core temperature
is nearly there.

Then we'll proceed.

Simmons.

How long
have we been apart?

Too long.

It is good to see you.

♪♪

[ Device beeps ]

[ Inhales deeply ]

I shouldn't be here.

♪♪

Are you steady now?

2 years in 10 seconds.

It's like the worst episode
of "This Is Your Life" ever.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Was that even my life?

It was Coulson's.

And he was against this.

He didn't --

I didn't want
to be brought back.

Which I respected.

Yeah.

'Cause you hate robots.

The Chronicoms
want to destroy us.

They've scanned
Fitz and Simmons' minds.

And...

[ Sighs ]

...they have
Fury's Black Box.

♪♪

Simmons believes if we're
going to get ahead of them,

we'll need you,

that there could be
a, uh --

a clue
only you would recognize.

What do you think?

You taught me

that a Director
has to trust his team.

And I trust her
as much as anyone,

but I'd like you
to speak for yourself.

Can I count on you?

I'll do anything
for you guys.

But if we get through this
and get back,

I'm gonna reevaluate.

So am I.

♪♪

So, what's next, boss?

[ Inhales deeply ]

We need to find
the Chronicoms

before they change
something.

[ Door opens ]
Simmons: They already have.

A report on NYPD radio

of three bodies,
found without faces.

I believe it to be
an erasure --

a particularly invasive
Hunter procedure

to procure identities.

Is Deke back?

♪♪

It's time to suit up.

♪♪

♪♪

Cool.

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I mean, I knew it wasn't
really in black and white,

but still.
Now I know how you felt.

It's a blast in the past.

New sights, new sounds...

Mack:
Definitely new smells.

Deke: Huddled masses,
just scrambling for food?

This is more my speed.

Yeah, actually,
you know what?

Good job getting
these duds.
I know.

I got all of this stuff
for, like, 13 bucks.

I love it here.
It's the Great Depression.

A decade
before Pearl Harbor.

Almost four decades
before Apollo 11.

These people
have never even seen a TV.

Or a black man in a fine suit,
apparently.

Imagine
if they saw my powers.

Or my gears.

Do I have gears,
do you think?

Hey, let's quiet down
about that.

We want to keep history
on track,

not send it off the rails
on our own.

Yeah, I-I mean,
that's what I'm worried about.

The butterfly effect.

Just us being here,
walking down the street,

we could've already changed
the course of events.

Yeah, the butterfly effect
is just one aspect

of the multiverse branch
theory.

Personally, I subscribe
to the Time-Stream idea.
Let me guess.

That's the one that lets you do
whatever you want.
Okay.

Imagine time as a stream,
right?

And we were sticks
that were thrown into it.

The water, it -- it moves us --
it moves around us.

But it ends up
in the same place.

Right. Now, too many sticks
thrown in

and that will create
what's called a dam,

and -- and that'll change

the direction of the water
forever,

and that's bad.

So as long
as we can avoid that,

we should be able
to splash around a little bit

and we're all good.

Okay, I know
where this is going --

Agent Shaw,

you will not be filing
any patents.

Is that understood?

I will tread ever so lightly,
Director.

♪♪

First time
in the big city.

[ Sighs ]
Ripples, not waves.

I printed these out
before we left.

Mack: Is this a joke?

I didn't know
what our cover was.

A child
could've done better.

Coulson: You get these
out of a cereal box?

I wanted to keep
our options open!

[ Indistinct conversations ]

♪♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold up.

Royal Canadian
Mounted Police.

We were asked
to assist.

Mounties?

Why'd they call you in?

Tell me, uh,

did you find some bodies
without faces?

Happens all the time
in Canada.

Yeah, don't worry.
We can handle it, so...

What's a gal like you doing
trying to be a Mountie?

Can't you find a husband?

♪♪

[ Chuckles ] Okay.

Yeah, I mean,

I wish that I could
hold on to a husband.

But for some reason,

they just end up
with broken ribs

whenever
they give me lip.

Now move,

or a gal like me

will knock out
a guy like you

in front of people
like them.

♪♪

Sorry, ma'am.

♪♪

♪♪

Turns out "erased"

is a pretty accurate description
after all.

Not for this guy.

♪♪

What's different
about him?

♪♪

It's whiskey.

Pfft. Illegal.

I knew you guys
were messing with me.

No. I think
he was a bootlegger.

♪♪

Interesting.

Mack:
You got something?

Huh.

I can't believe
I know this.

First year at the Academy,
history course --

right around when the SSR
became S.H.I.E.L.D.,

there was a safe-house
near here.

It was an old speakeasy,

and the password to get in
was "swordfish."

Maybe it's
a coincidence.

Mack: No.

This is why he's here.

You two work on the erased.

Coulson and I
will look into swordfish.

Now, remember.
Ripples, not waves.

I'm starting to feel
very targeted.

♪♪

Daisy: [ Sighs ]

Where's that thing
supposed to go?

♪♪

Anywhere, really.

O...kay.

[ Whirring ]

Simmons: Okay...

Are you sure
we can trust him with her?

Enoch? Of course.

I've heard he's a decent guy,
but...he isn't a guy.

And it's his kind
that's after us.

I'm only alive
because of him.

♪♪

So, he's fixing her up,
huh?

Repairing
damaged tissue.

All being well,

she should be up and around
in a week or two.

As for you...

[ Beeping, whirring ]

♪♪

The Shrike material

has dissolved
into your vascular system.

Your body appears
to be breaking it down.

[ Inhales shakily ]

Okay.

Good, right?

So I'm clear
to go outside, then?

Just one more thing.

They're more advanced

than the one
Fitz made for Coulson,

precisely calibrated
to your Inhuman ability.

Thank you, but no.

Ours is a world
of Inhumans and LMDs,

but we are
a long way from home.

A woman
with mechanical arms

would draw
too much attention.

They'll feel
much more real --

It's not that.

It's --

I don't want to pretend
like this didn't happen.

♪♪

This is who I am.
I'm not ashamed of it.

And you shouldn't be.

But when was the last time
you actually felt something?

With your fingertips?

♪♪

Take your time.

Let me know.

♪♪

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Mack: Where are
we going exactly?

Coulson: Not sure.

It's supposed to be under
an old post office.

Down some stairs.

Well, I hope
they're serving.

The password was only spread
through word of mouth.

And it appeared in
a Marx Brothers movie,

"Horse Feathers."

But that's not
for a year.

They probably
hung out here.

I must've missed
that one.

Password.

Swordfish.

[ Door unlocks ]
Pretty cool, right?

[ Door opens, creaks ]

Welcome, gentlemen.

♪ Red lips ♪

♪ A red heart ♪

♪ Red skies when we're apart ♪

♪ There's no color
in the rainbow ♪

♪ That my girl can't be ♪

[ Door closes ]

♪♪

♪ She's a painter to some ♪

♪ An artist to me ♪

We know
who we're looking for?

Apparently,
there was an SSR asset

who kept the peace

and was always
behind the bar,

went by "Gemini."

Don't know his real name.

Come on,
I'll buy you a drink.

Can you drink?

Only one way to find out.

♪ Oh, she's got yellow hair ♪

♪ Green eyes ♪

Never seen
you two before.

Never felt compelled
to drop in.

But there's been
an incident

involving a man
that might've worked here.

Coulson: We were hoping to talk
to the man in charge.

Gemini.

Is he around?

Gemini?

Yeah, yeah. Sure thing.

[ Gun cocks ]
You want to talk
to the twins...

[ Guns cock, record scratches ]

...go ahead.

♪♪

Deke.

Can that go any faster?

Well,
it's sampling his DNA

and simulating
missing bone structures.

But how fast
would you like it to go?

[ Indistinct conversations
in distance ]

[ Vehicle approaching ]

♪♪

Looks like more cops.

♪♪

It is unfortunate the bodies
were discovered so quickly.

We must maintain
our cover for tonight.

I'll try and stall.

Silent precision
is absolutely necessary...

Quake.

She's here.

Impossible.

Obviously not.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has managed
to follow us here.

Orders?

I will play the part
of police captain.

You isolate and eliminate
all members of S.H.I.E.L.D.

And, Abel...

remember to smile.

[ Vehicle door closes ]

♪♪

[ Device whirring ]

[ Grunts ]

♪♪

[ Grunts ]

[ Device whirs ]

♪♪

We have not met.

Inspector Johnson, RCMP.

Your scene is a part of a case
I'm working on.

There's a suspicious truck
out back.

Care to inspect it
with me?

♪♪

Of course.

♪♪

If you wish to live,
do not come in.

There may be screaming.

♪♪

[ Door opens and creaks,
bell rings ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Device whirring ]

[ Bell rings ]

♪♪

Hey, nothing to...
[ Device beeps ]

...see here
but era-appropriate police work.

Oh, it's you.

It's a trusted
officer of the law --

As I have always been.

[ Choking ]

♪♪

Is this the truck?

♪♪

[ Grunting ]

[ Glass shatters ]

♪♪

How many agents
are here?

Enough.

[ Grunts ]

♪♪

♪♪

Chronicoms!

Look out!

[ Rumbling ]

♪♪

[ Thumps ]

[ Grunts ]

There's another one
inside.

Can you get that truck
running?

Basic combustion engine.

I can do that.

♪♪

[ Metal clicking ]
[ Truck door slams ]

[ Engine starts ]

Yes, yes.
I'm very proud.

♪♪

Tillman:
It might get messy.

[ Door locks ]

We're not here
to cause trouble.

You come nosing around here

the same day
Jimmy Bottles goes missing?

What'd you do to him?

We didn't kill him,
but somebody did.

Tell it to Sweeney --

Coulson:
It's the truth.

We didn't kill
Jimmy Bottles.

We need your help
finding the ones who did.

You know, it's funny,

'cause no one's
gonna ever find you two.

You're dead.

You're right.

Interesting...

♪♪

Wait.
What're you doing?

I'm testing a theory,
Director.

Coulson!

I'm already dead.

Well, hell, I'm not!

Step back. I'll shoot --

[ Gun cocks ]

[ All grunting ]

[ Objects clattering ]

♪♪

♪♪

Maybe this LMD thing
has some perks after all.

You're crazy,
you know that?

Let's start over.

We were hoping to talk
to the man in charge.

Man: You chuckle heads
get blood on my floor,

you best be prepared
to get down

and add some
of your own.

Koenig?

[ Smacks lips ]

Ernest Hazard Koenig.

I see my reputation
precedes me.

I'm Coulson.
This is Mack.

Tell your goons
we come in peace.

Oh! You hear that,
you bunch of candy canes?

They came in peace.
Isn't that a load off?

♪♪

♪♪

[ Chuckles softly ]

♪♪

[ Whirring, radio static ]

[ Sighs ]

♪♪

How are your arms
feeling?

Strange.

But better.

Thank you.

How about you?

Fitz said he'd try
to send me a message,

but I'm not entirely sure
how to find it.

You must be worried
about him.

He's safe.

But I do miss him.

Well, it's not
exactly your first go

at being separated
by space and time.

Practice makes perfect,
I suppose.

Are you gonna try
to reach out to him?

Never.

We have to assume
the Chronicoms are listening.

It's more important
to keep a low profile.

[ Ramp opens ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

You stole a truck?!

That is the opposite
of "low profile," Deke.

Why me?
There's two of us.

Yeah, we didn't exactly
have a choice.

[ Vehicle doors close ]

You killed a cop?

[ Electricity crackling ]

A Chronicom.

Motor functions
are coming back online.

Tie him up.

Let's get some answers.

♪♪

You come into my place,
busting up my guys --

They drew on us.

I don't want another
interruption out of you --

you or your shadow.

Say what?

Okay, okay,
let's keep things civil.

I associate the Koenig name
with a little more decency.

I'm a businessman.
I'm a man of the people.

I guess we'll have
to take your word on that.

Take Freddy's.

That kid
was out on the street.

Now he's earning a wage.
I even let him sleep here.

At a...discounted rate.

If you're such
an upstanding citizen,

why was your man
bribing someone

with a crate of booze
from your illegal bar?

Yeah, a bar that you two
just happened to walk into

looking for a drink.

Who the hell are you
that you find my juice joint?

Imports and exports.

Where do you think
your supply comes from?

I get mine from upstate.

Where does upstate get it?

Your guy wasn't the only one
killed last night.

[ Sighs ]

♪♪

You lost a man, too?

There's a new gang
in town.

Ruthless killers.

All we want
is to take them out

and keep things
the way they are.

[ Sighs ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

Okay, look.

I'm supplying a party
tonight.

And we pay the coppers
to look the other way.

Keep the peace.

What kind of party?

Some political thing.

The Governor's
in from Albany.

We can't have him
getting pinched

for a couple of martinis.

The Governor of New York.

Isn't that
Franklin Delano Roosevelt?

Yeah, last I checked.

[ Glass shatters ]

Kid,
quit futzing around!

Freddy:
Sorry, Mr. Koenig --

Every bottle you break
comes out of your discount.

FDR?

He's elected president
next year.

Then, a few years later,
he forms the SSR.

Which becomes S.H.I.E.L.D.

With the Chronicoms
running security,

they'll be
the only ones armed.

♪♪

It's easy to assassinate
the president

when he isn't president yet.

♪♪

[ Dishes clinking ]

♪♪

[ Indistinct conversations,
jazz music plays ]

♪♪

The drinks don't pour
themselves.

Get a wiggle on,
you lazy --

You lazy what?

Go on, finish it.

I'm sorry.

[ Sighs ]
Ripples, not waves.

Ripples, not waves.

A butterfly or a stick --

I'm about to strangle
the next 1930s moron

I come across.

Deke: Two of
your finest Zimas, please.

We came
as fast as we could.

You recognize
any of them?

♪♪

No, but there was at least
one other cop we never ID'd.

Maybe more.

Well, they've
seen us plenty.

If they're Chronicoms,
they're waiting for FDR.

And when he gets here,
there'll be a whole New Deal.

Am I right?

♪♪

Dad jokes.
It's a glitch.

Sorry.

Daisy, you and Coulson
post up by the door.

We'll wait here.

When FDR shows,
get close and keep him safe.

Copy that, Director.

♪♪

How is he?

[ Sighs ]

He shrugged off a bullet.

Other than that,
he's pretty much himself.

But you knew him
better than I did.

[ Sighs ]

You look good.

♪♪

Enoch:
He will reveal nothing.

As a Hunter,
he is programmed

to withstand
any form of interrogation.

Well, I'm ready to see
what my arms can do.

Maybe I'll work him over
anyways.

I have a better tactic.

♪♪

The rumors are true.

You've chosen humans
over your own kind.

You didn't choose
anything.

You were reassigned.

I've set this server

to continuously generate
junk data.

[ Computer beeps ]

In the end,

a Chronicom is nothing
but hardware and software.

Rude.

With limited bandwidth.

You're going to overwhelm
his system.

I saw it with Coulson.

If he's unable
to control himself,

he may randomly spit out
something useful.

Is that his data port?

No.

[ Grunts ]

[ Device whirring ]

What are the Chronicoms
planning?

♪♪

[ Computer beeping ]

♪♪

[ Grunts ]

[ Inhales sharply ]

[ Soft jazz music plays,
indistinct conversations ]

♪♪

I'm sorry.

For what?

You didn't want
to be brought back.

And I knew that.

But then I-I saw you,

and then
I couldn't help myself.

So I pushed the button.

I'm sorry.

♪♪

It's pretty weird that
there's a button, right?

Yeah.

It's all surreal.

I have data in my head
telling me that I died.

And that
I left you a letter.

But I wasn't there.

♪♪

It's a lot.

Must've been a lot
for you.

♪♪

Yeah, well,
not to give you a big head,

but it was, um,
a very nice letter.

That's a relief.

Maybe I'll let you
read it sometime.
I would like that.

Announcer:
Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome
Governor Franklin Roosevelt.

[ Applause ]

How did he get in here?

Do you see that?

He's walking!

Polio put him
in a wheelchair.

He wore leg braces
to hide it.

Do you have any idea
how hard that must be?

It is a baller move.

But, I mean, he is
at an illegal party
with dirty cops.

No, it's only
illegal for now.

He campaigns on
overturning Prohibition

and helps end it
in December of '33.

Careful.
Your fanboy's showing.

[ Applause ]
Thank you.

Well, the band
is far more entertaining,

but I promise
to do my best.

[ Chuckles ]
It's really him.

Uh, I want
to thank you all...

Freddy: The Governor?
...for coming out tonight...

What's the big deal?

...and making me feel
so very...

He created the FEPC,
for one,

taking on discrimination
in the workplace.

He was way ahead
of his time.

...was unable
to accompany me.

Or will be.
Uh, someday.

So, anyway, Freddy,

how'd you fall into
this shifty line of work?

Well, after my dad
kicked the bucket,

I was hustling work
in the streets.

Mr. Koenig
offered me some.

♪♪

I lost my dad, too.

You do
what you gotta do.

Cain:
Unknown variable.

[ Distorted voice ]
Unknown location.

Unknown.

Acquire target --

This is taking
too much time.

[ Normal voice, shaking ]
Time.

You will never comprehend
its true nature.

Our anthropologists

have studied Earth
for thousands of years.

To speak in metaphor,

we know the exact thread to pull
at the exact moment

to unravel S.H.I.E.L.D...

forever.

We'll see.

[ Button clicks,
electricity crackles ]

♪♪

[ Distorted voice ]
Head right -- Eyes up -- Res--

Resist --

Enoch:
If you push too hard,

his system could
shut down permanently.

How are you
going to hit FDR?

[ Indistinct conversations,
dishes clinking ]

Mmm.

Interesting.

This LMD thing
might not be all bad.

We're together.

At a party with FDR.

I look good,
you look great,

and for the first time,
we're both superheroes.

It's not right.

Well, I mean,
it's not normal, but --

No, I mean this.

He's exposed.

If -- If the cops
are Chronicoms,

what are
they waiting for?

Maybe exposure
is the problem.

They don't want
to show themselves

in front of
all these people.

Hold position --

[ Grunts ]

Pull -- Pull -- Pull the th--
Pull the thread --

[ Buzzing ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

He's leaving?

Where's he going?

The service entrance.

That must be
how he came in.

He needed somewhere close
to stash his wheelchair.

They're gonna hit him
as soon as he's out of sight.

♪♪

♪♪

Cain:
Sta-Stand -- Stand by --

Target FR --

Enoch: If he overloads
completely,

he will be of
no use to us.

FD-FD --

FRD -- FDR --

[ Distorted voice ]
FDR -- FDR --

[ Grunts ]
[ Cable thuds ]

Target FDR --

Simmons, stop it!

I can't.

He's doing it to himself.

FDR -- FDR --
F-F-R-F-FDR -- Target --

♪♪

Look out!

♪♪

I'm sorry.

♪♪

Governor Roosevelt.

Have a little too much tipple,
my friend?

Daisy: Uh, forgive us.

He's a big fan.

Oh, hm.

A little help, son?

Yes, sir.

♪♪

It'll be our little secret,
then.

♪♪

Yes, sir.

♪♪

♪♪

Where are the Chronicoms?

We're missing
something here.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

♪♪

Do you need a drink?

No.

Freddy,
I'm your contact.

♪♪

I thought you weren't
going to show.

Target FDR --
Target FR-FDR-F-F-F-F-Freddy --

Freddy -- F-Freddy -- Freddy --
Freddy -- Freddy -- Freddy --

Freddy -- F-Fred-Freddy --

Freddy -- Freddy --
Freddy -- Freddy -- F--

♪♪

Who's Freddy?

We need somewhere quiet
to talk.

♪♪

Follow me.

♪♪

♪♪

Wait for the hand-off,

then pull the thread.

[ Up-tempo jazz music plays,
indistinct conversations ]

Simmons:
Mack, do you copy?

It's not Roosevelt!

The Chronicoms are after
someone else, named Freddy.

Freddy?

♪♪

Your father and I
worked together.

He was very powerful,

until he took
the coward's way out.

I was there.

♪♪

Why did you
want to see me?

♪♪

I have a job for you.

A second chance,
you could call it.

If you can deliver this
to the docks,

then my employer
will reward you.

And your family's glory
will be restored.

[ Glass clinks ]

♪♪

What is it?

♪♪

The future.

♪♪

[ Silenced gunshot ]

♪♪

Freddy:
Who are you?

Why are you doing this?

Because you are
the thread.

Daisy: Hey!

[ Rumbling ]

[ Gasps ]

[ All shouting ]

Quake.

I've been looking forward
to this.

Huh.

Well, sorry -- this is just
another fight for me.

♪♪

Where's Daisy?
Dealing with
the Chroni-Cops.

What is all this?
We're saving your life.

Let's go.

♪♪

I'll keep him safe.
Meet back at Koenig's.

Viola: [ Groans ]

[ Weakly ] Freddy...

♪♪

[ Metal clatters ]

I'll be right with you.

♪♪

[ Grunting ]

♪♪

[ Metal clangs ]

[ Grunting continues ]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Air hisses ]

♪♪

♪♪

1930s baseball reference.

♪♪

[ All gasping ]

[ All murmuring ]

[ Jazz music plays ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Pounding on door ]
We're closed.

Go get your medicine
somewhere else --

[ Door bursts open ]
Geez!

Hey, no, no! No!

I warned you once
about bleeding on the floor!

She needs help.

Our doctor friend's
gonna meet us here.

Wait, wait,
where's Freddy?

Wait,
they're not back yet?

Wait,
who the hell are you?

Hey, no broads
while we're talking business.

Wow, you're right.
This one really sucks.

They're not back.
What happened?

The new gang.
They're after Freddy.

Oh, applesauce.
He's a nobody.

He's a target.
Give me a reason.

They're not
after his dad's money.

When old man Malick
jumped out that window,

his debts were paid.

What did you
just call him?

His full name.
What is it?

Wilfred Malick. Why?

♪♪

The cops will be on us
any minute.

Any idea why they were
after you, kid?

No, none.

I-I'm just supposed to make
a delivery tonight.

Well, if they wanted
to stop him,

we better make sure
they don't.

Tell us
where you need to go.

♪♪

Daisy:
Wilfred Malick.

As in father
of Gideon Malick?

Future head of Hydra
in America?

If the Chronicoms
kill Malick,

then Hydra is stamped out
before it ever takes hold

and S.H.I.E.L.D.
is never formed.

So you're saying,
to save S.H.I.E.L.D...

We have to save Hydra.

♪♪

Great. [ Sighs ]

We'll return in a moment.

Oh, dear.

♪♪

Agent May.

It is I, Enoch --

sentient Chronicom,
trusted friend.

I am here to help.

♪♪

[ Sighs ]
How could you lose her?

You had one job, Enoch.

One job...

♪♪