Previously on "Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D."...
- And who are you? - Sibyl.
They call me the Predictor,
but I simply read the Time Streams.
Where am I?
Surrounded by Hunters in our time ship.
- Are those prisoners? - They're my parents.
It's okay. We're here to get you out.
John, you mind if I take a look at your arm?
It's just a scratch, right?
What'd you do with my parents?
They've been gone a while.
Hang on!
Don't do it, Mack.
Where are you going, man?
Just need some air.
Mack!
Mack, we gotta go! Z1's in trouble!
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Agent Shaw, I want a full report.
What happened?
Start from the beginning.
You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Try me, and we'll find out.
Well...
Almost there, little friend.
_
Boy, am I glad you guys are open.
This thing has been on the fritz
ever since last night's power surge.
You're Chip Womack.
Let me guess,
you read the piece in River's End Daily.
Actually, we went to River's End High together.
Class of '68?
I'm Russell.
Ah, did you use to run around with Fat Sack and Petey?
I never really ran around with anyone.
Well, uh, imagine that.
Listen, compadre, I got some big orders coming in,
and I'm gonna need this puppy back, ASAP.
Capiche?
Capiche.
_
Who are you?
_
Mack!
Mack, it's the Zephyr... it's gone.
It jumped away.
We're stranded.
I just needed a minute.
Yeah, well, you got a whole lot of 1982 instead.
1982.
I was 10 years old.
They left us behind. Something must have gone wrong.
Or the mission's over.
Coulson's explosion should've taken out the Chronicoms.
So, I guess we won.
Then why would we pit stop in '82
for all of five minutes?
That doesn't make any sense.
None of this makes any damn sense!
We can't understand it.
That's why no one should ever mess with time,
no matter how bad things get.
The past...
is sacred.
Listen, I'm sorry that you've lost your parents.
If there's anything else we could have done differently...
You could have followed orders.
Who are you to take a life into your own hands,
even if you think it's right?
Ripples, not waves, remember?
I lost my parents early, too.
Okay?
And I still think about it every day.
If you want to talk, I'm here.
I'm good.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
We... We need a game plan here.
W-What if the Chronicoms are still out there?
Maybe that's why we're here.
You figure it out.
M-Mack!
You don't have to go through this alone!
Alphie, Reuben, don't forget your bags.
Where the hell have you been?
Your store has been closed all week.
I want my computer back, nerd.
Uh, that should do it.
Can you say something for me?
Hello, Russell.
Close.
Okay.
Try again.
Hello, Russell.
Hello, Sibyl.
Thank you for returning my voice.
You sound like an actual woman.
As I have always been and will be once more.
Your b-blueprints...
they're light years ahead of anything I've ever seen.
They are simply instructions.
Only after you've made me flesh
will you grasp my true capabilities.
Of course.
I won't sleep until you're standing here.
I am confident we'll make a perfect pair.
Hey-o.
Aren't you a sight for beautiful eyes.
It's been too long.
Figured I had to just...
bring the hang to you, you know...
where it seems you've gone full cabin fever.
But that's okay.
Maybe you'll write the next great American novel
or... build a tiny, little toy car.
Each its own achievement.
You know, I gotta say,
not the easiest thing trying to find you
without the Internet.
I had to hire the shadiest dude.
He was some guy named Cricket.
It's like, come on.
Oh. Yeah.
Thought maybe you'd want to kick the ball around,
go down to the park, get some fresh air or something.
Oh.
Think you accidentally threw it out into the front yard,
but I'll get it. Meet me out here! We can play a quick...
Hey, Mack!
It's New Year's Eve!
I thought you might want to celebrate!
Well, I left some goodies by the door for you.
Happy 1983, bud!
I'll see you soon!
_
Brought you some flowers.
You know, to mark the occasion.
A truly human gesture, which I appreciate.
It's nothing.
Just, uh, thought...
the color matched your eyes.
_
E-Excuse me.
I'm looking for a friend of mine.
Uh, his name is Deke Shaw.
Sometimes calls himself... The D.
Are you trying to be funny?
Every person here came to see him.
Lucky for you,
the band just came out for the encore.
Thank you all for coming out tonight.
My name is Deke Shaw, and I wrote this song.
? Hey, hey, hey, hey ?
? Ooh, ooh, ooh ?
? Whoa ?
I'm gonna need a drink.
O-Okay. Stop right there. A band?
I said you wouldn't believe me.
Do you want me to finish or not?
Can't wait to hear the rest.
? Won't you come see about me? ?
? I'll be alone dancing to disco, baby ?
? Tell me your troubles and doubts ?
? Giving me everything inside and also out and ?
? Love's strange, so ready or not ?
? Here I come, like a buzz ?
? Running with thunder, blood, and ?
? Slow change may pull us apart ?
? Or if the knife stabs into your heart, Daisy ?
? Don't you ?
? Forget about me ?
? Don't, don't, don't, don't ?
? Don't you ?
? Forget about me ?
? Will you recognize me? ?
? Will you call my name and say it nicely? ?
? Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling ?
? Down, down, down, down ?
? Hey, hey, hey, hey ?
? Ooh, ooh, ooh ?
? Yeah ?
? As you walk on by ?
? Will you call my name? ?
? As you walk on by ?
? Will you call my name? ?
Come on. Sing it with me.
- ? La, la-la-la-la ? - ? Don't you ?
- ? La-la-la-la ? - ? Forget about me ?
? Fa-la, la-la ?
? Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't ?
? Don't you ?
? Forget about me ?
? Don't, don't, don't, do not ?
You made it!
Ah! Gosh!
Bring it on home. Complete the journey.
So, what did you think?
Feels like the crowd really responded to my new material.
I'm pretty sure that last song
was from "The Breakfast Club".
Not until 1985 it's not.
Right now it's a Deke Shaw original.
This is just like you. You steal something from the future
and you pretend you created it.
Oh, let's not bicker
over whether or not those are actually my songs.
They're not.
Righteous set tonight, Deke.
Thank you, Genesis.
Merch sales have been killing it, too.
I can get you whatever you want...
T-shirt, koozie.
We even have our own cologne.
It's called Tattletale.
I came by because your note said it was important,
but it's really because you wanted me to see
your stupid cover band.
Good. Then it worked.
This isn't a cover band.
The band is a cover... Director.
I want to introduce you to The Deke Squad.
That's Roxy Glass.
She runs covert ops and tactical.
Kind of the brains of the operation.
Alright, y'all ready?
Tommy and Ronnie Chang, AKA The Chang Gang.
Both masters of disguises,
not to mention total honeypots.
Olga Pachinko... resistance from the Balkans.
Only speaks limited English,
though she is fluent in the international language...
demolitions.
And finally, there's Cricket.
Cricket's... well, I mean, mostly,
- we just really needed a drummer. - Wait, wait, wait.
Didn't... Didn't you tell me that dude was shady?
Yeah, but that was before I found out he had a steady job.
- Doing what? - Selling coke.
Although, I've never seen him drink any.
Look, I-I appreciate the effort you put in. I really do.
B-But this is terrible spy-craft to be this high-profile.
Exactly. That's the whole point.
Think about the practical applications.
We move freely from town-to-town.
Big cases of hightech "equipment"
are part of the gig.
And any strange behavior,
they just chalk it up to drugs.
Like coke?
The soda? I'm not following.
Deke, your friends are a long way
from being S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
But that's where you come in.
We need a leader,
especially with all the enemy chatter
we've been picking up.
What do you mean, the Chronicoms?
Ix-nay on the iller-kay obot-ray.
Sorry about that, Atlantic Records.
$3 million doesn't even
get me out of bed in the morning.
We can't talk here. We got to fall back to HQ.
Please tell me you didn't.
Of course you did.
What an honor to meet you, sir.
We are really, really big fans.
Well, I mean, you know,
maybe one is a slightly bigger fan.
Yeah, you know, probably the one who patterned his fighting style
after Director Mackenzie.
And you call that a fighting style?
Dude, you do not want me to break out these thunderclouds.
Yeah, my Doppler radar detects a fist storm.
Guys, guys, just tone it down, like, a lot of notches.
Hey. This is a top-secret military facility,
not a party pad for you and your friends.
- Feels like you're over-reacting. - Not even a little.
Coulson seemed fine with it.
Wh...
Coulson's alive?
Coulson's body disintegrated
when he blew up those Chronicoms,
but his mind... life data...
... stayed safe and sound on a hard drive.
Now, I didn't have much in the way of resources,
so...
... I had to improvise.
Coulson?
And not a bunch of ones and zeroes
trapped in a digital Hell?
I'd like to think so.
But admittedly,
there's been some real soulsearching here.
God, listen to this guy.
So humble.
You know he single-handedly
demolished the Chronicoms, right?
Actually, it cost me both hands.
It's good you're here, Mack.
From what I can tell, Sibyl's still out there.
- Sibyl? - The head Chronicom.
She uses something called Time Streams
to predict the future.
Yeah, but I bet her crystal ball
didn't show a certain Big Bang coming.
Am I right?
Shouldn't this Sibyl have died in the blast?
You'd think, but then again,
I made it out on a hard drive,
which got me thinking about ways she might have escaped.
Coulson's found evidence
that Sibyl slipped into the River's End power supply.
I've been monitoring the local grid.
Every time there's a power surge,
more of these appear.
So, you think she's reaching out.
Any idea what for?
I think Sibyl's building new Hunters.
Picked up that stuff you asked for.
Interesting place.
Sibyl?
What's going on?
I needed to expand my capabilities.
I've been waiting my whole life for you.
Was I not enough?
You have served a purpose.
You can't leave me.
Not after everything we've shared.
I concur.
You know too much.
Ohh!
It's good to see you, Mack.
I know this last year hasn't been easy for you.
Seems I'm not the only one.
You're not wrong.
Though it's been better since Cricket
stopped playing his home videos in my VCR slot.
Hardest part's been not having the team around.
You must really miss Yo-Yo.
I'm just glad she hasn't had to see me like this.
Well, this may be coming from a head on a UHF channel,
but isolating yourself just isn't healthy.
You need your friends,
especially during the rough patches.
Maybe you should think about moving back in with us.
Team's still gelling,
but they got a lot of heart.
I was hoping you could sit in on a training sesh.
Something I cooked up that I call...
The Gauntlet.
Okay, guys.
All our training comes down to this.
Everything okay, D?
Yeah, it's just... Mack.
I really want to show him what we can do.
Don't worry. We got this.
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Thanks, Olga.
That means a lot.
Alright, team.
Let's do this.
Okay, Deke Squad,
beware enemy hostiles
and engage with deadly force!
Ready for explosives!
Chang Gang, go, go, go, go, go!
Nice work, idiot.
Olga!
Why are you using live explosives?!
Nobody told me we were shooting a video.
Deke really needs to fire that drummer.
Okay, probably not the best idea
to run The Gauntlet right after a gig,
what with everyone still coming down
from the adrenaline rush.
I think your problems run deeper than that.
Don't give up on us yet.
You still haven't seen the best part.
No.
Designed it myself.
Chromed out blade, almost zero recoil.
I said "no".
It's a bad idea.
What, are you kidding?
You think I'm gonna let my Director go out in the field
- with anything less? - I'm not your Director.
Yeah, Coulson said you'd be reluctant.
You've been on the bench for long enough.
The team needs you to get it together.
That's not a team.
It's a bunch of losers playing dress-up
led by a Peter Pan in constant need of attention.
Look, you can say whatever you want about me
I can handle it...
but don't you ever talk about my team that way!
This is you repeating the same old patterns.
You build something out of a lie,
you pretend it's yours,
then you surround yourself with a bunch of sycophants!
They aren't sycophants!
They have my back!
And they won't give up on me when the going gets tough!
Just like I didn't give up on you.
I didn't ask for that.
You didn't have to,
because that's what friends do for each other.
I'll leave you with yours.
Oh, your drumming tonight was so rad,
especially that song before the encore.
"Here I Go Again"?
Yeah, it's a bitchin' tune.
Damn it.
Better not be the Changs peeping again.
Oh, it's okay, baby. I really don't mind.
Ronnie?
Tommy?
Where are you two looky-loos hiding this time?
Maybe we should just go back to your room.
Can you please help me?
I am lost.
Oh, my gosh. It's so cute.
Whatever.
Oh.
What's your name, sweetie?
My name is Dumb Robot.
Beep, boop, boop. Turd.
You should not have patronized me.
Hey, hold up.
I said "hold up".
I don't need a lecture right now.
No, you need an ass-kicking.
That was not cool.
Yeah, well, that's between me and Deke.
Maybe, but he's my buddy, and yours, too,
the way he's always going on about you.
"Mack's such a great guy.
Best leader any team could have".
Man, did he have you pegged wrong.
Well, sorry to disappoint.
It's not me you should feel sorry for.
It's that kid of yours.
What did you say?
Don't play dumb.
He looks just like you.
Even has your name.
How do you know about him?
Deke checks in on him every couple weeks,
brings him and his brother school supplies, toys,
even got 'em a drum kit.
I didn't know.
'Course not.
You left that kid.
What do you care?
What's that robot doing here?
Oh, not again.
Take cover!
Exterminate!
I'm sorry you guys had to hear that.
Hey, it's no biggie.
We don't need Mack anyway.
Yes, we do.
Every team needs a good leader,
and I'm...
I'm just too much of a dreamer.
We can just, you know, focus on the music,
uh, work on your new material.
I didn't write those songs, Ronnie.
Not even "Walk Like an Egyptian"?
Mack's right.
I'm a fraud.
Cricket's dead!
It murdered him!
Cricket?!
But Cricket was a saint. Who would ever murder him?
Can you please help me?
I am lost.
I think it's a trick.
Olga, be careful!
_
Deke was right.
About what? Gun-toting robots?
He and Coulson believe Sibyl was building an army.
So, you've encountered these things before?
Yeah.
They killed my parents.
I'm sorry.
Me, too.
But somewhere, somehow,
someone's gonna pay.
- You mean the robots? - Yeah. Yeah, the robots.
That's... That's what I meant. Yeah.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
_
Remember the good times.
Can you please help... me...
You came back.
I never should've left.
There are more robots still out there.
Oh, yeah. No, I know.
Cursed machines will not lick defeat
unless we slay head robot.
I-I think you mean taste defeat,
but props on the English.
You're really making strides, Olga.
Hey, a-any ideas what to do next?
Yeah.
A few.
If your team will have me.
You find anything?
No robots on this floor.
And we have no idea where they went.
I have a theory.
Though I'd like to be included
in the planning circle first.
Feeling really left out here.
Sorry.
I've been trying to figure out
why Sibyl would attack the base.
There have to be better ways to take out S.H.I.E.L.D.,
especially if you know which threads to pull.
Unless she no longer has the tools.
Which means the Time Stream must be here on the base.
Now that we've established a motive,
any idea on how to eliminate them?
I think it's time we add a new wrinkle
to that Gauntlet of yours.
You and I got a score to settle, Short Circuit.
Roxy!
Hey, Lug-Nuts...
... say hello to the Deke Squad.
That was so badass.
I know, Ronnie.
I know.
Looks like more metal for the scrap heap.
During my last encounter with S.H.I.E.L.D.,
your Agent Coulson managed to catch me by surprise.
Sibyl.
This time, I've made the necessary preparations.
Lasers!
Up ahead!
Right here.
- Lasers. - No, not lasers.
I-I've always been a total coward.
Sorry, D! Hope you don't die!
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What now?
I want you to throw this at the Sibyl-Bot.
But it's not rigged to a detonator.
Not a problem.
Agent Shaw, can you create a distraction?
Oh, this Peter Pan's
an attention-grabbing son of a bitch.
Hey!
Surrender now, and I promise not to make a Speak & Spell
out of your spare parts.
'Cause that would probably be embarrassing for a robot.
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
- You okay? - Oh.
Yeah. Hoo.
That's not even the worst rash I've had this year.
Nice work, D.
Thanks...
Mack Daddy.
- Nope. - Roger that.
To our first S.H.I.E.L.D. mission.
_
Mm-hmm.
So, why the long faces?
We're... We're not worthy of your team.
Or your band.
Come on, Ronnie.
I... I knew all about your fear of lasers.
And, Tommy, just 'cause you're a bit of a coward
doesn't mean I don't love you.
Of course I want you guys on the team.
Come here.
I've been over every square inch.
Sibyl's nowhere to be found.
Sibyl must have gotten them out somehow.
Which means she's still alive.
Okay. So, what happens next?
Kick back, relax, and wait for the Zephyr?
There's something you and I need to take care of.
Last semester, you got straight A's,
- you racked up the high score on Ms. Pac-Man... - Mm.
... and you cried buckets when you read
"Where the Red Fern Grows".
Wh... That says between us.
Not making any promises.
Uncle Marcus's car looks nicer than I remember.
You don't say.
How are Reuben and I... doing with, uh...
You know.
Still hard.
I mean, they were your parents.
I don't think that pain ever goes away completely.
But every day's a little easier,
and your Uncle Marcus has been great.
I think that you and Reuben
are even closer in this timeline.
Do it.
It's gonna help.
Now, remember,
y-you're just a friend from my band, okay?
Yeah, okay, but what instrument do I play?
I don't know.
I was thinking maybe... harmonica?
Oh, what? Harmonica?
Oh, hell no.
No. No, no, no, no.
- I'm a sax man all the way. - Ugh.
Of course the big man plays the sax.
Alright, I'm into that,
but we're gonna have to get you a couple lessons.
It's got to be authentic.
You have 27 days until it's time
to rendezvous back with the Zephyr.
- And I'll be... - Standing right here.
That's the theory anyway. Good luck.
Mack's okay.
We have his location.
Okay and alive are two very different things.
It's been 20 months since...
No one should ever have to go through
something like that alone.
We'll be there soon.
I was worried about you.
I'm getting better.
Good to see you, Deke.
You, too, Coulson.
That's really not the reaction I was expecting.
Simmons gave specific orders to find your hard drive.
Said it was our most important asset.
I might even agree with her.
Did she mention anything about...
- Building you a new body? - Yeah.
You'll just have to wait and see.
That's cold, May, even for you.
How are you holding up?
It wasn't easy,
but it helped that I had time,
and I had friends.
These are S.H.I.E.L.D. agents?
Mm.
Come on. Let me introduce you.
We'll return in a moment.
It's smaller than I imagined.
You now have the one tool necessary
to control your world's future.
Well, lucky me.
Aren't you just full of neat tricks, digital lady.
I'm confident we'll make a perfect pair.
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