 OK, so for the 136th time,
we all say it together--
 Marvel's Agents
of S.H.E.I.L.D.
 We can't leave this
timeline with the Chronicoms
about to launch an
all out invasion.
 Or if we do, we have to
take the enemy back with us.
 I understand,
but that decreases
the chances of success a fair
amount, something like 85%.
[INTERPOSING VOICES]
 Will everyone stop yelling?
 This isn't some
abstract or virtual world,
like the Framework.
These people suffered,
suffered enough.
DIRECTOR: Fitz
nods, understanding.
And Deke, holding a part, who
has been taken in the Quantum
Bridge machine pipes up.
 It reduces you?
Subatomic?
Does it create an
energy field to do it?
 Yes, a bubble, for
lack of a better word.
 Bubble is a great word.
Bubble means we
can make it bigger.
With enough power, big enough
to take all the Chronicom ships.
 I don't know that the Zephyr
can generate enough power to--
 1983 New York City can.
DIRECTOR: Fitz does calculation
in his head, mumbles
to himself.
 At least 10,000 megawatts.
 One of us would have to
stay behind to set it up,
trigger it.
We'd have to break up the band.
 Don't know if that matters.
Isn't this our last
mission together anyway?
DIRECTOR: Fitz stops his
calculations, stunned, silent.
 How could you know that?
 Enoch told us before he died.
 It's true.
In fact, no matter
what the outcome,
this is the last moment
we'll all be in the same room
together.
Ever.
DIRECTOR: This
lands on the team.
Looking at each
other, taking it in,
and finally, Sousa speaks up.
 I'll stay.
 They turn to him.
 I belong here.
I've already been given the
privilege of a second chance
of meeting all you fine people.
It's only right.
And if the army taught me
anything, it's that you can't--
[RASPBERRY]
 I'll go.
First of all, I have
the scientific knowhow
to repatch the power, whereas
Dannyboy here is still
impressed by a light bulb.
 That's not accurate or nice.
 Secondly, you and
Daisy obviously have
something real brewing and I--
I want Daisy to be happy.
Three, as long as you and
Nana promise to reconnect,
and, you know, connect,
you'll see me again someday.
And honestly, I'm--
I'm kind of a rock god here.
No time to discuss
it, my mind's made up.
Go, now.
DIRECTOR: The team
move with each other
and spring into action.
Intercutting with both sides
now, Mack holds the switch,
and on the other
end, so does Deke.
Both speak into walkies.
 Ready on this end, Director.
 Watch over Little
Alfie, would you?
 You know I will.
I don't--
 You don't give
up on your friends.
I know better than anyone.
Thank you for
everything, Agent Shaw.
DIRECTOR: Mack looks
to May in the cockpit.
Outside, May flights
in space, straight
at the Chronicom fleet.
 Get ready.
 Here we go.
One--
 Wait.
On three or on go?
 On three, dammit,
just one, two, three.
DIRECTOR: Zephyr
one, outer space.
Click.
A massive energy
field emanates from Z1
encircling all the ships and
zoop, they all disappear.
Interior speakeasy,
moments later,
Deke steps away from the smoking
base of the Quantum Bridge.
His friends gone forever.
The others agent slowly
emerge from the shadows,
look around at each
other, and then at Deke.
 So, you the new
guy in charge now?
DIRECTOR: Deke realizes
what they're asking,
straightens his
posture, turns to them,
musters as much
confidence as he can.
 Yes.
DIRECTOR: Off Deke, rock
legend, and the director of alt
S.H.I.E.L.D, end of act one.
Interior lighthouse,
Control, night.
They move into the
now abandoned control
to find Yo-Yo there waiting.
She hits a button, lowers
the door behind them.
It's a mess in here,
bodies everywhere,
smoke still in the air.
Chronicom text on the screens.
Yo-Yo checks on Simmons as
Fitz rushes to the computers,
plugging in the laptop.
 Anything I can do to
help point the antennas
in the right direction?
 Can you rewire the
capacitor connections
to bypass the network backbone?
 Nope.
DIRECTOR: Sousa crosses
to Yo-Yo with Simmons.
 We were here.
He said it would be the
hardest thing we've ever done.
 We know.
They'll bring down
the doors soon enough.
Hopefully not before our
friends come through.
 Don't worry too
much about Mack.
 Don't worry too
much about Daisy.
DIRECTOR: They smile at each
other knowing it's impossible.
Simmons watches them,
something clicking.
 They're your everything.
Stars in your sky.
DIRECTOR: And suddenly,
her eyes fill with tears.
She looks to Fitz.
 Fitz.
I think I remember
why we did all this.
I remember what
we're fighting for.
 Off Fitz, nodding
to her lovingly,
knowing what she means.
Interior Chronicom ship,
bridge, outer space.
Sibyl gestures to the
Hand Input Control
in the center of the room.
Anger simmering under her tone.
 I can give any Hunter orders
remotely using only my mind.
You're next.
Once I tear everything but
Chronicom hardware out of you.
 There's no need.
The war's over.
 You surrender?
 We won.
Fitz and Simmons are retaking
the lighthouse as we speak.
DIRECTOR: Sibyl
grins menacingly.
 Oh, a creepy grin, that's new.
 So that's where they are.
DIRECTOR: She moves
to the control,
types in her authorization,
and inserts her hands.
 My turn to smile.
DIRECTOR: She turns
to him curious.
 I just needed you to
enter your authorization.
 Oh?
And what comes next?
DIRECTOR: Suddenly, May
drops through the ceiling,
knocking Sibyl down,
landing in the hero pose.
 The Cavalry.
 Yes, god damn it.
DIRECTOR: Interior,
speakeasy, day.
 What are you going to do, AC?
- I was just going to ask.
- Yeah?
 You said you would take
the year to reassess.
 Well, I figure I can
always, you know, turn off.
So no rush on that.
I'm going to take
a little more time
and continue my
reassessment, see the world.
DIRECTOR: Everyone
smiles at this,
knowing he's sticking around.
 Good to hear.
 Right on.
 You know, after your
sabbatical, I could use you.
 Me too.
 There's a bunk waiting
for you on Zephyr Three.
A really nice one,
like season one.
 I will keep all
of that in mind.
DIRECTOR: As Daisy smells
back, she flickers slightly.
Yo-Yo turns her head to guile,
as if listening to something,
then turns back to the group.
 Guys, I'll have
to go in a minute.
We're approaching the drop site.
 Hey, remember, minimal force.
 I plan to be in
and out, no contact.
 I have a group waiting.
We might as well call it.
 Yeah, I'm losing
signal anyway,
we're entering a nebula, so--
DIRECTOR: A beat.
No one wants-- no
one wants to go.
 I vote we make
this a tradition.
DIRECTOR: Everyone nods
or mumbles agreement.
 We can't lose touch.
We went through
too much together.
It's a miracle we survived.
Well, except for
Coulson and Fitz.
 And Daisy.
 And May.
 I was a zombie once.
 Mack was too.
 No, really?
Was I there for that?
 Hey, OK, if this is a contest,
I died like seven times.
 I don't even--
I don't even exist
in Deke's timeline.
DIRECTOR: At the
mention of the name,
everyone thinks fondly of him.
 Deke.
 Deke.
 Fondly, it says.
So just-- Professional actors.
It feels like.
 Oh, I miss that little weirdo.
DIRECTOR: Fitz and Simmons
look at each other.
 We may see him again one day.
 The D-- the D is
doing just fine.
He's probably playing Madison
Square Garden right now.
DIRECTOR: Mack checks his
watch, turns to Yo-Yo.
 All right, well, so
I guess this is it.
Same time next year?
All right.
Let's start a Proxima.
DIRECTOR: Interior,
moving vehicle, day.
She opens the door and
whoosh, she's gone.
Back in a speakeasy with the
group, May turns to Mack.
 I'll be sending
you a few names.
 Good.
 And Phil, you should at
least swing by on your travels,
tell some stories
to the newcomers.
They'd love that.
 You might be seeing me.
DIRECTOR: May smiles,
reaches up to her temple,
and exterior campus, day.
Camera adjusts to the school
sign, Coulson Academy.
Back in the speakeasy,
Fitz turns to Simmons.
 This little monkey is tugging
at my leg, we should go.
We're having a
picnic in the garden.
She's been very patient.
Bye, everybody.
DIRECTOR: Simmons
lingers a second,
quickly whispering to Daisy.
 I'll email you that anatomy
analysis after Fitz is asleep.
Interesting stuff.
DIRECTOR: With a wink, she
lifts her head to her temple,
and exterior garden, day.
Fitz is already wrestling
with Alya, laughing
in the grass in front of her.
Simmons watches the other two
lovingly, happily ever after.
In the speakeasy, Daisy,
Mack, and Coulson remain.
Mack turns to Coulson.
 You're at HQ?
Then you received the package.
 Sitting right in front of me.
Waiting on the code.
 136.
It's in there, along with a
little going away present.
 Is it what I think it is?
 I am still a
mechanic at heart.
Be safe out there, you two.
DIRECTOR: And he stands,
reaches to his temple,
and we match cut exterior
Helicarrier, day.
Mack standing outside.
He takes it and then turns
to walk inside, as he does,
camera pulls back to reveal
he's on a Helicarrier.
In the speakeasy, Daisy
and Coulson are alone now.
A beat.
 It's not the same
without these guys.
 No.
 Are you really just
seeing the world?
 There's some places out
there I always wanted to go.
 OK.
But look what we did here.
There are people
out there who are
lost, people who show promise.
If you don't find
them, who will?
 You'll let me know
when you get back?
 Yes, sir.
DIRECTOR: He looks at her proud,
then reaches up, disappears.
Leaving Daisy alone,
she takes an empty room,
lingering, missing everyone the
most as she pulls off the link.
Exterior, S.H.I.E.L.D HQ, day.
Coulson sits on a
bench with a briefcase.
Inside it's his LMD remote
and a pair of ca keys.
Coulson smiles.
[BEEPING]
DIRECTOR: Turns to find
a Lola at the curb.
Coulson gets in, puts on
his sunglasses, starts
the engine, presses the button.
Lola rises off the ground and
transforms more impressive,
more modern, more sleek.
 Cool.
DIRECTOR: And
Coulson flies away.
 Cool.
 End of show.
 I saw in our scripts
there's our very first call
sheet from the pilot.
I know when we shot the
pilot, we never imagined
getting to seven seasons later.
And now, I can't believe
that we're here at the end.
Our brilliant writers,
our amazing cast and crew,
I hope all of you
are as proud as we
are of the work you've
done and everything
we've accomplished together.
 It's really hard
to wrap your mind
around what we've all done, and
how many hours we've put in,
and the relationships we've had.
And people that feel like
they will always be really
important parts of my life.
Here's to us.
You guys have given us just
incredible opportunities
to grow as actors
and to work together,
and everyone here has
participated in that,
and I will always have that
connection with all of you,
so thank you.
 Love you, guys.
 Love you.
 Thank you.
 Now get back to work.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
