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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.

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♪ 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.

♪ Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. 7x03 ♪
Alien Commies From the Future!

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.

Is 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?

We'll return in a moment.

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!