Thing is, no one exactly knows
what happened to the crying man that summer.
Some say that he drowned in the lake,
but others say that they've seen his ghost,
wandering these woods, in search for his lost sister.
Actually, they say if you're quiet and listen real hard...
事实上 他们说如果你们非常安静 仔细听
You can still hear him crying.
Mr. Cross, that was, like, the worst crying man ever.
Really? I thought it was pretty good.
You guys think we're kidding.
Just remember to stick close to the campfire tonight, okay?
Hey, guys. Do you hear that?
Stay here. I'm gonna take a look around the campground.
W-where's Mr. Cross going?
He's just trying to scare us.
Come on, guys. Grab a s'more.
Ooh, I want the marsh-- ooh, marshmallows!
Now, I know -- Tommy, I know you like chocolates. Here.
汤米 我知道你喜欢巧克力 给
Don't hog the marshmallows, okay?
Everyone to the truck now!
Open the door. Hurry up.
m 20 0 l 209 0 b b b 11 228 0 218 0 209 l 0 20 b 0 11 11 0 20 0
m 71 60 b 71 0 161 0 161 60 b 161 120 71 120 71 60
翻译：大卫熊 Silence 欧阳 胖兔纯 王大可
时间轴：雪贵人 JimmyBeck 校对：米小勒 大卫熊
Let's go look for him.
Mr. Cross, are you okay?
We should just go back.
Working up a good sweat there, sir?
Blood pressure, heart rate, biochems -- all normal.
血压 心率 生化数据都正常
All that's left is the blood sample.
I'm not a fan of getting poked.
Have you been feeling under the weather lately?
I just noticed from your chart
that you're not due for a general physical
for another three months.
I made a mistake -- took a call from my physical therapist.
Asked how I was feeling. I said, "A little rusty."
Next thing you know, I'm wired to this hamster wheel.
Well, you can officially tell your physical therapist
that you're fit as the proverbial fiddle,
Especially for a man of your age.
That's something you say to an old person.
Well, let's get you some electrolytes, shall we?
It's close, but it's just not right.
'cause Agent Coulson had no problems.
It's an ounce too heavy.
An ounce? Seriously?
It's the difference between success and failure.
When you're on a rooftop with a 15-mile-an-hour wind,
your target is 500 yards away --
Yeah, but we do have a rifle.
Yeah, okay. On it.
I'm Agent Grant Ward,
and I can shoot the legs off a flea from 500 yards,
as long as it's not windy.
Hey. That's a sound I haven't heard in a bit.
Yeah, well, you wouldn't be laughing a whole lot
if you were living in Ward's doghouse.
You made the rounds, apologized to us all.
What more can he ask?
I have been busting my ass,
memorizing every S.H.I.E.L.D. protocol manual,
following every order.
"Yes, sir." "No, sir."
"是的长官" "不 长官"
I even let them tag me like a stray dog.
I mean, I know I lied to you guys,
but I was trying to protect my boyfriend.
You know, we all make mistakes.
and who ca-- I don't care --
who cares about your ex-boyfriend?
It's not like I'm comparing Ward to Miles,
but at least with Miles,
I didn't have to worry about passive-aggressive stuff.
There was no mind games.
- We spoke the same language, you know? -Yeah.
-我们志趣相投 你懂吗 -对啊
- Yeah, a bit like we do. -Totally.
-对啊 就好像我们之间 -对的
You and Simmons are so tight,
it's like you're psychically linked.
No, you -- no. Actually, no. I don't think so.
不 事实上没有 我不这么认为
So, Ward was here? Let me guess --
the night-night pistol again?
Oh, yeah, and he said it was off by an ounce.
Of course he did.
I'm Agent Grant Ward,
and I could rupture your spleen with my left pinky --
Hey. Hustle up and grab your gear.
We're on a mission.
He mistakenly left a dummy round in the pistol.
Should be proper now.
Troop leader's name was Adam Cross.
Apparently, he said he heard something in the woods,
went to check it out.
That's where the electrostatic anomaly occurred.
What I don't understand is, usually,
they're caused by a massive electrical storm...
But there wasn't a storm within a thousand miles of here last night.
This anomaly's different --
It has a side effect we've never seen before.
The battery blew straight up through the hood.
Hell of a force to create that kind of trajectory.
I'm shadowing my supervising officer.
Shadowing, not smothering.
There's scorch marks all over that tree.
Lucky the whole forest didn't burn down.
Seems to me like this electroshock thing
was some freak lightning strike.
I mean, why call us? What's the big --
我是说 干嘛叫我们来 有什么特别
So sad a man died this way...
and yet, so amazing.
Fitz-simmons, any idea what could
cause an effect like this?
- Well, okay, - There's the soliton hypothesis.
judging by the horizontal...
- Perhaps, nanobatteries - ...electrical discharge, it could be --
-也许是纳米电池 -放电 可能
Let's try that again.
Any idea what could cause an effect like this?
- The hell if I know. -Uh, no, no clue.
-我怎么知道 -不 毫无头绪
Seems to me like we're either dealing
with some freak natural event or a new high-tech weapon.
Or could it be someone from your uber-secret index?
There's no one on the index with this type of power.
I'll contact Agent Blake at S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ,
have him check it out.
Whoever or whatever's responsible,
we can't let this happen again.
Fitz, see his forehead?
Look at that endothelial discoloration.
Yeah, same dispersal pattern as the strike on the truck.
Could be an entry wound cauterized immediately.
You found something on Cross?
Many things, actually, but you already knew that,
thanks to my fancy S.H.I.E.L.D. house-arrest gizmo
tracking my every key swipe,
my online activity, my cholesterol.
Just wish it came in another color...or came off.
Adam Cross -- single, no kids,
亚当·克洛斯 单身 没孩子
originally from Wrigley, Pennsylvania,
They have a nice little strawberry festival in the spring.
Phys-ed teacher at the local high school and varsity baseball coach
and troop leader and volunteer firefighter.
This guy makes Captain America look like "The dude."
"The Big Lebowski."
What about a criminal record, restraining order,
something that might give us a suspect?
Nada -- not even a parking ticket.
I skimmed all his posts, anyone linked to his pages,
hoping for a crazy ex or superpowered stalker,
Everybody looks clean on their first go-round.
We're missing something. Dig deeper.
You've been pretty tough on her.
contacted the Rising Tide while we were on mission.
If she wants our trust back, she's got to earn it.
The background she ran on Cross is a good start.
Put it up on the server.
I want May to have a look when she's done with her interrogation.
Excellent timing, Sir.
I've been analyzing sagittal and coronal images of the victim's brain.
What's Fitz doing out there?
He detected a strange energy coming off the body.
He's afraid of it, isn't he?
There's no shame in it, Fitz.
It's perfectly natural to be afraid.
No, the only thing I'm afraid of
is putrid, decaying flesh
corrupting my pristine workspace.
Do you remember the last time
you brought a dead thing into the lab?
Oh, not the stupid cat again.
- The cat -- And it's our lab,
- tell him about the cat! Fitz. - Not your lab.
-跟他说说那只猫 菲兹 -不是你的实验室
You left his liver next to my lunch!
Can we please...
Um, as I was saying, this is the victim's brain.
Looks like a burnt baked potato.
That's what happens when it's hit
with close to 2,000 megajoules of electrostatic energy.
That's almost double the power of a lightning bolt.
You figure out why the body was floating?
The molecular density of the victim
was temporarily altered by an unknown energy source.
I'm hoping to shed some light on its effects
once I extract a brain-tissue sample.
- It's happening again! - It's science, fitz!
-又来 -这是科学好吗 菲兹
I have to dissect something.
No, the satellite's picking up
another electrostatic event not 20 kilometers from here.
Fitz, what's the latest reading?
We're at 324 megajoules and growing stronger...
dangerous territory, sir.
There's a farmhouse a mile north of you,
right at the center of the signal.
That's got to be it.
Skye, dig up everything you can on whoever lives at that farm.
We need to know who we're dealing with.
Hold on, now. What just happened?
- What's gone? -The electrostatic signal...
it seemed to pulse, then disappear.
We need a shortcut.
Door's barred from the inside.
We could ram it with the truck.
Whoever did this couldn't have gotten far.
Barricaded himself inside. Went for his shotgun.
He was scared, trying to protect himself.
From who? How did they get to him?
Another burn mark on the forehead.
No sign of anyone...
no tracks, no vehicles down the road.
Skye, we need real-time sat surveillance
on this area right now.
I think I found something you might want to see first.
Sending it over now.
The guy who owns the farm's name is Frank Whalen.
He's a volunteer firefighter at the same station house
as our first victim, Adam Cross.
Our two victims knew each other.
They were both responders when the aliens crashed New York.
Two victims from the same firehouse,
found in the same weird way.
We're looking for a killer.
Hey, um, anyone else notice all the metal scattered around the body,
like an electromagnetic field was present?
The question is, what created it?
We need to get this body back to the lab as soon as possible.
Something about these wounds...
Skye, what did you find out about the firehouse?
It turns out they sent an engine to New York
with a dozen volunteers after the Chitauri invasion,
including Cross and Whalen.
Maybe it has something to do with why they were targeted?
Or how they were killed.
You mean like... an alien weapon?
Let's just make sure we get to those firefighters
before anyone else does.
Agent Phil Coulson with S.H.I.E.L.D.
We were on the ground with you in New York.
What's this all about?
We'd like to ask you a few questions.
Hey, guys. What's, uh -- what's going on?
What are you looking for?
- A scented candle. - Not you.
This wound -- something doesn't quite make sense.
Initially, I thought these were entry wounds,
as if from a gunshot.
But they're not --
they're exit wounds.
What do you mean? Frankie's dead?
- I'm very sorry. - You know how it happened?
The same way your other friend,
Mr. Cross, died the day before.
Which was how, exactly?
I'm sorry. Your name is...?
Tony. Tony Diaz.
You okay, Mr. Diaz?
I'm actually not feeling so hot.
Ward, cover the back door.
Nobody comes in or out.
What if this weapon overloaded the brain
past the threshold of its electrical capacity,
causing it to discharge, like an E.M.P.?
You're assuming we're dealing with an external source.
I'm saying it was something from inside him.
Something's happening --
The satellite's picking up another reading.
It's coming from the firehouse.
That humming noise -- you hear that?
Were you in New York
with Mr. Cross and Mr. Whalen after the chitauri invasion?
Come on. You don't hear that?
It's driving me nuts.
Mr. Diaz, are you with me?
Whatever you're doing, make it stop.
I-I'm not doing anything!
- Where's the weapon? -The what?
Coulson, I found it.
It's a chitauri helmet.
Fitz-Simmons, are you seeing this?
It's not a weapon,
Yet it caused a cranial discharge.
What are you doing with the helmet?
What, the -- the alien thing?
I-it's a souvenir.
Answer the question, Mr. Diaz --
What are you doing with the helmet?
The first time anyone's touched it since New York
- was a couple nights ago. -Why?
It had rust all over it. We were cleaning it.
May, don't touch it!
Sir, he's not using a weapon -- he's infected.
长官 这不是武器 他是被感染了
I think the helmet was the source of an alien virus.
All we did was clean it -- I swear.
Me, Frankie, and Adam -- we --
我 弗兰克 还有亚当
We were bored on the third shift, so --
So we decided to clean it.
Adam and Frankie...
Mr. Diaz, I'm putting the gun away now, okay?
Sir, he's at 600 megajoules
Clear everybody out.
Clear everybody out now.
I-I'm gonna wind up like them, aren't I?
Why don't you have a seat?
You have any family --
Is there anyone you want to talk to?
Anything I can do?
Sir, you have to get out of there right now!
I've been where you are right now.
So please believe me when I tell you
you don't have to be afraid.
What are you -- what are you talking about?
gets pretty dangerous, doesn't it?
I got hurt once --
Some say it was only for 8 seconds,
but I know it was more than that.
I know I wasn't here anymore.
You better get going, buddy.
All clean -- no traces of electrostatic energy.
What about the other firefighters?
They'll be quarantined and observed
at a S.H.I.E.L.D. biohazard facility.
Um, anyone else notice
they're putting the infected alien thing on our truck?
We're flying it to the Sandbox.
It's a S.H.I.E.L.D. research facility across the Atlantic.
They specialize in hazardous materials.
If what you suspect is true,
that this is a virus,
then those firefighters could be infected,
and they're gonna need a cure.
What's our E.T.A.?
3:37 West Africa time.
Gonna be a long 4 hours and 26 minutes.
I just want this alien thing off our plane
as soon as humanly possible.
You want to talk about your physical?
My physical therapist requested it.
He's updating his files or something.
You'd tell me if something was wrong.
如果有问题 你会告诉我 是吧
Sir, I think I've discovered something.
Could you come down to the lab?
I'll be right there.
you did everything you could for him.
So, what am I looking for exactly?
A groundbreaking discovery!
I believe the firefighters initially contracted the virus
when they cleaned the helmet,
the friction activating some long-decaying chitauri organism --
These cells are from the bodies of the firefighters?
Brain cells, yes -- the last vestiges of the infection.
是的 脑细胞 感染的最后残留部分
Some viruses "sleep" inside host cells
for years before reproducing,
as they did inside the helmet -- the initial source.
But what those cells tell us is that
we're dealing with a propagating virus, which means --
The virus can move from person to person.
And that's the most exciting part --
Not through the air or through direct fluid transfer,
but through electric static shock.
It's like nothing we've ever seen on earth.
I didn't think it possible a virus could alter
its host's molecular density and polarity.
That explains the floating.
I can't wait till the virologists
at the CDC and S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ see this.
Sir, is something wrong?
I'm so sorry, Jemma.
Simmons believes she contracted the virus
approximately 36 hours ago when she received
an electrostatic shock from the first victim.
How much time does she have?
Based on when the firemen were infected,
how quickly their symptoms manifested...
two hours at most.
That's enough time, right?
I mean, S.H.I.E.L.D. has dozens of labs
and scientists working on this thing, don't they?
How soon can you get us on the ground?
Our path to the Sandbox has us
right in the middle of the Atlantic.
Sir, correct me if I'm wrong,
but if we can't land in time...
Simmons will release a pulse
that will blow this plane right out of the sky.
We can't just sit here and watch her die.
We have to do something.
There's only one person on this plane
capable of finding a solution for this,
and I'm willing to bet my life that she will.
She's just a kid.
I believe we have a winner.
Fast and efficient --
The perfect delivery mechanism.
Uh, hey, um, not that it was easy
to find a mineralized solution
that could suspend the vaccine and conduct electricity.
I wish you wouldn't use the word "Vaccine".
It's really more of an antiserum.
These antibodies should be able to target the virus' antigens,
if this bloody alien virus even has antigens.
Well...that wasn't very cooperative of him, now, was it?
Why aren't you down there?
They don't need an audience.
I just feel so --
I wanted it to be a person,
some superpowered psychopath --
Someone I could hurt, someone I could...punish.
What I can't do is protect you guys
from stuff I can't even see or understand.
So, what do we do?
For whatever it is we're called upon to do.
Coulson, nice to see you're not dead.
Did you get our analysis of the virus?
We did, and S.H.I.E.L.D. has no record of anything like it.
So it's imperative it reach the Sandbox without incident.
In case of a pandemic, we're going to need it.
but I don't need more orders or ultimatums.
I wish I had some for you.
I'm sorry, Coulson -- I've been ordered to inform you
很抱歉 科尔森 上头让我通知你
that if you have infected cargo, you need to dump it.
Do you copy me, Coulson?
These orders are coming from up top.
I'm sorry -- bad connection.
Didn't get that last part.
Don't even think it.
I don't have to. That's your job.
It's all right. Everything's gonna be fine.
Please stop saying that.
I see you looking at your watch.
Are you sure you don't need my help just to --
Are you sure this thing even works?
Yeah, well, you know it does.
My device isn't the issue -- it's the vaccine.
And all I'm wondering is whether you calibrated it correctly.
Hey, it's not the device. Hey, don't put this on me.
I was doing just fine,
tucked away in a safe, indoor, non-mobile lab at the academy!
Oh! Then you had to go and drag us into this flying circus!
Didn't even pass our field assessments, for god's sake!
Oh, please, as if I forced you to follow me anywhere.
You said, and I quote...
it's the most perfect opportunity
for us to see the world!
We'd be fools to pass this one up!"
I hate it when you use that voice.
That's not even how I sound.
And you were just afraid of going into the field.
- I was not afraid. - And don't you dare act like these last months
haven't been the highlight of your entire pasty life!
Pasty? Oh, really?
Well, when did you become so sun-kissed?
Because I'm pretty sure that every minute of every day,
you've been stuck in a lab right beside me.
At the academy, at sci-ops, this plane --
在学院里 科研行动 还有这飞机
You've been beside me the whole damn time!
You have to fix this.
I don't know how, fitz.
The antibodies from the three firefighters
aren't strong enough to fight this virus.
It's born from alien DNA.
There's no one...
to create an antiserum from.
Because no one's actually survived this except...
- The chitauri. - The chitauri.
Well, the minky bastard who actually wore the helmet
Yeah, and managed to survive
without ever emitting an electrostatic pulse because...
- It was immune. - Yes.
She -- she was just the carrier, like typhoid mary.
Uh, "She"? Well, no, wait.
她 不 等等
That -- you don't really think that -- okay, doesn't matter.
那 你不会真的认为 算了
Um, so if -- if I can scrape some epithelial cells
from the inside of the helmet, we can create a vaccine?
Antiserum, but yes.
- Isn't that... - fitz!
No, uh... you can't be in here.
Too late. It's done.
Just try and do your best to keep your hands off me, yeah?
Fitz, I don't know what you think you're doing, but --
菲兹 我不知道你到底想干什么 但
I'm doing what we always do.
We're gonna fix this -- together.
Third time's a charm.
May I do the honors?
I know the protocol in these circumstances,
but could you please tell my dad first?
my mum would take it better if it comes from him.
We're not there yet. There's still time.
Would you mind if I had a brief moment alone with Fitz?
The electrostatic pulse from the third rat seemed much less,
so we're making progress.
If we can calibrate the antiserum...
You finally got it right, Fitz.
Agent Blake is on the line. He wants to know what's going on.
If you won't answer, he asked for Ward.
Sir... what are our orders?
Someone's lowering the cargo-hold ramp.
The pulse just knocked the rat unconscious.
Jemma, it worked!!
Please, don't! Jemma! Jemma, don't!
不要 珍玛 珍玛 不要
The antiserum worked, but she jumped!
I'm happy you're both alive. Truly.
And I realize you were trying to save the team,
but what you did today -- that was not your call.
Just getting you out of the water --
Do you have any idea what a pain it is
dealing with the Moroccan Office?
Don't you ever pull a stunt like that again.
We'd hate to lose you, Jemma.
Oh, does that mean we're to leave now?
So, what did you think of your first time skydiving?
Honestly, I'd rather not think about it anymore.
I thought what you did was incredibly brave.
Well, I-I suppose now's as good a time as any to tell you that,
um, I may have misled you earlier.
You see, when I gave you back the night-night pistol,
I lied -- it's still an ounce off.
Of course. After all...
I'm Agent Grant Ward.
I just jumped out of a plane without a parachute on
and saved your life!
Actually, that's not quite it.
It's a bit more nasally than that.
You'd never know she almost died.
Experience like that -- it takes awhile to sink in.
That her medical report?
Mine, actually. Blood work finally came back.
I'm perfectly normal -- little heavy on the iron.
But don't worry --
You don't have to start calling me "Iron Man."
Wasn't planning on it.
My doctors never requested any tests.
I ordered them for myself, but you knew that.
piece of paper is telling me that everything's fine,
I feel different.
Take off your shirt.
Whether it was 8 seconds or 40, you died.
There's no way you can go through a trauma like that
and not come out of it changed.
You know how long it's taken me to --
The point of these things is to remind us that...
there is no going back --
There's only moving forward.
You feel different...
because you are different.
- And I was going to do it. - I know you were.
I had the antiserum, the chute -- everything.
我拿到了抗血清 降落伞 都拿到了
I just couldn't get the straps on.
And, you know, maybe I couldn't have done
the whole "James Bond in midair" type of thing.
Fitz, shut up. Please, just...
菲兹 别说了 拜托
Ward did an amazing thing, yes,
but it wasn't Ward by my side in that lab,
searching for a cure.
It wasn't Ward giving me hope when I had none.
That's the best you could come up with --
"We've got a bad connection"?
- I was pressed for time. - It's a bold move.
You know our chat wasn't exactly private.
I don't know what happened to you in New York,
if you really flatlined
or if that's just what they tell us when we reach level seven,
but whatever did happen doesn't give you license
to disobey a direct order from HQ.
You keep pulling stunts like that,
someone might decide to take this little dream team away from you.
I'd like to see them try.
That doesn't sound like the Phil Coulson I used to know.
No, I suppose it doesn't.