WRIGLEY, PENNSYLVANIA
Adam Cross and his friend Justin brought a group of scout camp in the forest. It is night. Children gathered around a campfire. Justin tells them a story.
JUSTIN: 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.
CROSS: Actually, they say if you're quiet and listen real hard... you can still hear him crying.
Children groan. Cross made a crying. Children laugh.
JUSTIN: Mr. Cross, that was, like, the worst crying man ever.
CROSS: Really ? I thought it was pretty good.
JUSTIN: You guys think we're kidding. Just remember to stick close to the campfire tonight, okay ?
CROSS: Hey, guys. Do you hear that ?
JUSTIN: Hear what ?
CROSS: That humming sound. Stay here. I'm gonna take a look around the campground.
KID: What humming ?
KID 2: W-where's Mr. Cross going ?
JUSTIN: He's just trying to scare us. So lame. Come on, guys. Grab a s'more.
He opened the cooler.
JUSTIN: Well, that's for you.
KID: Ooh, I want the marsh...
KID 2: Ooh, marshmallows !
An object flew behind Justin.
JUSTIN: Now, I know ... Tommy, I know you like chocolates. Here. Don't hog the marshmallows, okay ?
A child sees the object.
KID: Mm-hmm.
Justin turns. There is electricity crackles and the object falls. We hear Cross scream.
JUSTIN: Everyone to the truck now !
The children get up and runs to the truck.
KID: Go, go ! Go !
We hear again Cross scream. Justin closes the door. There was a flash. Children screaming. A battery falls from the sky. Everyone is afraid. Justin opened the door.
JUSTIN: Mr. Cross ? Mr. Cross ! Come on, guys. Let's go look for him.
They come out of the truck.
KID: Whoa. Is he nuts ?
JUSTIN: Stay close.
Justin takes a lamp and they go searching Cross.
JUSTIN: Mr. Cross, are you okay ?
KID: Mr. Cross !
KID 2: We should just go back.
There are electricity humming. We see the body of Cross float in the air. The children scream and run off.
SHIELD’S BUS
Coulson running on the treadmill. Simmons analysis vital signs.
SIMMONS: Working up a good sweat there, sir ?
COULSON: I don't sweat. I glisten.
SIMMONS: Blood pressure, heart rate, biochems ... all normal. All that's left is the blood sample.
Coulson stop the treadmill.
COULSON: You should know ... I'm not a fan of getting poked.
SIMMONS: Tell me, sir ... have you been feeling under the weather lately ?
COULSON: Why ?
SIMMONS: I just noticed from your chart that you're not due for a general physical for another three months.
COULSON: 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.
SIMMONS: Well, you can officially tell your physical therapist that you're fit as the proverbial fiddle, especially for a man of your age.
COULSON: A man of my age ? That's something you say to an old person.
SIMMONS: Is it ? Well, let's get you some electrolytes, shall we ?
In laboratoir. Ward loads the tranquilizer gun. He looks at it and pretended to aim
WARD: Sorry, Fitz. It's close, but it's just not right.
FITZ: Really ? 'Cause agent Coulson had no problems.
WARD: It's an ounce too heavy.
SKYE: An ounce ? Seriously ?
WARD: 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 ...
FITZ: Yeah, but we do have a rifle.
WARD: Lose the ounce.
FITZ: Yeah, okay. On it.
Ward go.
FITZ: Lose the ounce.
He changes his voice. Skye looks him.
FITZ: I'm Agent Grant Ward, and I can shoot the legs off a flea from 500 yards, as long as it's not windy.
Skye laughs. Fitz laughed too.
FITZ: Hey. That's a sound I haven't heard in a bit.
SKYE: Yeah, well, you wouldn't be laughing a whole lot if you were living in Ward's doghouse.
FITZ: You made the rounds, apologized to us all. What more can he ask ?
SKYE: I don't know.
FITZ: Mm.
SKYE: I have been busting my ass, memorizing every S.H.I.E.L.D. protocol manual, following every order. "Yes, sir." "No, sir." 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.
FITZ: You know, we all make mistakes. And who ca... I don't care ... who cares about your ex-boyfriend ?
SKYE: 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.
FITZ: That's not it...
SKYE: There was no mind games.
FITZ: Mm.
SKYE: We spoke the same language, you know ?
FITZ: Yeah. Yeah, a bit like we do.
SKYE: Totally. You and Simmons are so tight, it's like you're psychically linked.
FITZ: No, you ... no. Actually, no. I don't think so.
Simmons come.
SIMMONS: So, Ward was here ? Let me guess... the night-night pistol again ?
FITZ: Yeah. Oh, yeah, and he said it was off by an ounce.
SIMMONS: Of course he did.
She changes his voice.
SIMMONS: I'm Agent Grant Ward, and I could rupture your spleen with my left pinky ... blindfolded !
Skye laughs.
SKYE: That is dead on.
Ward come.
WARD: Hey. Hustle up and grab your gear. We're on a mission. Something funny ?
SIMMONS: Poor, silly Fitz. He mistakenly left a dummy round in the pistol. Should be proper now.
Ward testing the weapon.
WARD: Great. Thanks.
Ward hand. Skye, Fitz and Simmons laughs.
WRIGLEY, PENNSYLVANIA
The team arrives on the accident scene.
COULSON: 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.
FITZ: What I don't understand is, usually, they're caused by a massive electrical storm...
SIMMONS: But there wasn't a storm within a thousand miles of here last night.
COULSON: This anomaly's different ... it has a side effect we've never seen before.
May opened the truck hood.
MAY: The battery blew straight up through the hood.
WARD: Landed over here. Hell of a force to create that kind of trajectory.
Ward looks around. Skye did the same thing by flowing him. He turns and looks at her.
WARD: What are you doing ?
SKYE: I'm shadowing my supervising officer.
WARD: Shadowing, not smothering. There's scorch marks all over that tree. Lucky the whole forest didn't burn down.
SKYE: I don't get it. Seems to me like this electroshock thingy was some freak lightning strike. I mean, why call us? What's the big ...( chuckling) Oh. Never mind.
They are before the corpse is still in levitation.
SIMMONS: So sad a man died this way... and yet, so amazing.
COULSON: Fitz-Simmons, any idea what could cause an effect like this ?
SIMMIONS & FITZ (Speak simultaneously): There's the soliton hypothesis. Well, okay, judging by the horizontal... Perhaps, nanobatteries ... ...electrical discharge, it could be ...
COULSON: Time. Let's try that again. Any idea what could cause an effect like this ?
SIMMONS: The hell if I know.
FITZ: Uh, no, no clue.
WARD: Ward: Seems to me like we're either dealing with some freak natural event or a new high-tech weapon.
SKYE: Or could it be someone from your uber-secret index ?
MAY: There's no one on the index with this type of power.
COULSON: That we know of. 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.
SIMMONS: Fitz, see his forehead ? Look at that endothelial discoloration.
FITZ: Yeah, same dispersal pattern as the strike on the truck. Could be an entry wound cauterized immediately.
Simmons approaches the body. There is a spark between her and the injury of Cross and the body falls.
FITZ: Freaky.
SIMMONS: Freaaaky.
SHIELD’S BUS
Coulson and Ward arrive in the meeting room
COULSON: You found something on Cross ?
SKYE: 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.
WARD: The victim ?
SKYE: Adam Cross ... single, no kids, originally from Wrigley, Pennsylvania, not far from here.
COULSON: Been there. They have a nice little strawberry festival in the spring. Occupation ?
SKYE: 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."
She chuckles.
SKYE: "The Big Lebowski." Seriously ?
WARD: What about a criminal record, restraining order, something that might give us a suspect
SKYE: Nada ... not even a parking ticket. I skimmed all his posts, anyone linked to his pages, hoping for a crazy ex or superpowered stalker, and he's clean.
WARD: Everybody looks clean on their first go-round.
COULSON: Ward's right. We're missing something. Dig deeper.
Skye looks at them and then lowers his head and walks away.
COULSON: You've been pretty tough on her.
WARD: She lied to us ... contacted the Rising Tide while we were on mission. If she wants our trust back, she's got to earn it.
COULSON: 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.
May is in the interrogation room with Justin. She fixed him.
MAY: Have a cookie.
Coulson arrives in the lab.
SIMMONS: Excellent timing, sir. I've been analyzing sagittal and coronal images of the victim's brain.
COULSON: What's Fitz doing out there ?
Fitz is locked up in the room behind. He looks at them.
SIMMONS: He detected a strange energy coming off the body.
COULSON: He's afraid of it, isn't he ?
FITZ: It's the smell !
SIMMONS: There's no shame in it, Fitz. It's perfectly natural to be afraid.
FITZ: 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 ?
SIMMONS: Oh, not the stupid cat again.
SIMMIONS & FITZ (Speak simultaneously): The cat ... And it's [i]our lab, Fitz. ...tell him about the cat! Not your lab.
FITZ: You left his liver next to my lunch !
COULSON: Guys ! Can we please...
SIMMONS: Yes, sir. Um, as I was saying, this is the victim's brain.
COULSON: Looks like a burnt baked potato.
SIMMONS: 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.
May come.
MAY: Kid's clean. You figure out why the body was floating ?
SIMMONS: Not yet. 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.
FITZ: It's happening again !
SIMMONS: It's science, Fitz ! I have to dissect something.
FITZ: No, the satellite's picking up [i]another electrostatic event not 20 kilometers from here.
Coulson and May look and leave. A few minutes later, they are by car. May conduit, Coulson is in communication with Fitz, Simmons and Skye. Ward is on the back of the car.
COULSON: Fitz, what's the latest reading ?
FITZ: We're at 324 megajoules and growing stronger ... dangerous territory, sir.
SKYE: here's a farmhouse a mile North of you, right at the center of the signal. That's got to be it.
COULSON: Skye, dig up everything you can on whoever lives at that farm. We need to know who we're dealing with.
The signal on the computer disappears.
FITZ: Hold on, now. What just happened ? Um, it's gone.
COULSON: What's gone ?
FITZ: The electrostatic signal ... it seemed to pulse, then disappear.
COULSON (to May): We need a shortcut.
May cut through a field. They arrive at the farm. Ward first descent with his weapon in his hand.
COULSON: Door's barred from the inside.
WARD: Hayloft's open.
COULSON: We could ram it with the truck.
May give a kick in the door which opens
COULSON: Or...
They enter and finds body in levitation.
COULSON: Scan the perimeter. [i]Whoever did this couldn't have gotten far.
Ward back.May be up to body height
COULSON: Barricaded himself inside. Went for his shotgun.
MAY: He was scared, trying to protect himself.
COULSON: From who ? How did they get to him ?
MAY: Another burn mark on the forehead.
Ward come.
WARD: No sign of anyone ... no tracks, no vehicles down the road.
COULSON: Skye, we need real-time SAT surveillance on this area right now.
SKYE: Hang on.
She is on her computer and finds a picture of several firefighters.
SKYE: 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.
WARD: Our two victims knew each other.
SKYE: They were both responders when the aliens crashed New York.
WARD: Two victims from the same firehouse found in the same weird way.
SKYE: We're looking for a killer.
We see a man cleaning a helmet.We see a man cleaning a helmet then pause and goes.The helmet produces electricity.
Later in the barn. Fitz sends a UAV to the body. Arriving at the head of the victim, there is a little flash and bodies fall.Fitz grabs his drone.
FITZ: Gotcha ! Hey, um, anyone else notice all the metal scattered around the body, like an electromagnetic field was present ? The question is, what created it ?
SIMMONS: We need to get this body back to the lab as soon as possible. Something about these wounds...
COULSON (on to radio): Skye, what did you find out about the firehouse ?
SKYE: It turns out they sent an engine to New York with a dozen volunteers after the Chitaurnvasion, including Cross and Whalen. Maybe it has something to do with why they were targeted ?
WARD: Or how they were killed.
SKYE: You mean like... an alien weapon ?
COULSON: We don't know that. Let's just make sure we get to those firefighters before anyone else does.
May, coulson and Ward arrive at the fire station.
COULSON: Evening, gentlemen. Agent Phil Coulson with S.H.I.E.L.D. we were on the ground with you in New York.
FIREMAN: S.H.I.E.L.D., right. What's this all about ?
COULSON: We'd like to ask you a few questions, take a look around.
May and Ward disperse.
FIREMAN 2: Hey, guys. What's, uh... what's going on ?
In the lab. Simmons works on the body.
SKYE: What are you looking for ?
FITZ: A scented candle.
SKYE: Not you.
SIMMONS: 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.
In the fire station.
FIREMAN: What do you mean ? Frankie's dead ?
COULSON: I'm very sorry.
FIREMAN 2: You know how it happened ?
COULSON: The same way your other friend, Mr. Cross, died the day before.
FIREMAN 2: Which was how, exactly ?
COULSON: I'm sorry. Your name is...?
FIREMAN 2: Tony. Tony Diaz.
COULSON: You okay, Mr. Diaz ?
DIAZ: Actually, uh... I'm actually not feeling so hot.
Diaz go.
COULSON: Ward, cover the back door. Nobody comes in or out.
In the lab.
FITZ: What if this weapon overloaded the brain past the threshold of its electrical capacity, causing it to discharge, like an E.M.P.?
SIMMONS: You're assuming we're dealing with an external source.
Computer beeping.
SIMMONS: I'm saying it was something from inside him.
Computer beeping again.
SKYE: Something's happening ... the satellite's picking up another reading. It's coming from the firehouse.
In the fire station. Coulson joined Mr Diaz.
DIAZ: That humming noise ... you hear that ?
COULSON: No. I don't. Were you in New York with Mr. Cross and Mr. Whalen after the Chitaurnvasion ?
DIAZ: Come on. You don't hear that ? It's driving me nuts.
COULSON: Mr. Diaz, are you with me ?
An object flew behind Diaz. Coulson pulls out his gun.
COULSON: Whatever you're doing, make it stop.
DIAZ: I-I'm not doing anything !
COULSON: Where's the weapon ?
DIAZ: The what ?
MAY: Coulson, I found it. It's a Chitauri helmet.
She filmed the helmet.
MAY: Fitz-Simmons, are you seeing this ?
SIMMONS: It's not a weapon, yet it caused a cranial discharge.
COULSON: What are you doing with the helmet ?
DIAZ: What, the ... the alien thing ? I-it's a souvenir.
The purpose behind Diaz falls.
DIAZ: Aah ! Not again !
COULSON: Answer the question, Mr. Diaz ... what are you doing with the helmet ?
DIAZ: The first time anyone's touched it since New York was a couple nights ago.
COULSON: Why ?
DIAZ: It had rust all over it. We were cleaning it.
SIMMONS: That wasn't rust. May, don't touch it! Sir, he's not using a weapon ... he's infected. I think the helmet was the source of an alien virus.
DIAZ: All we did was clean it ... I swear. Me, Frankie, and Adam ... we ... we were bored on the third shift, so ... so we decided to clean it.
May, Ward and firefighters arrive next Coulson.
DIAZ: Adam and Frankie...
COULSON: Mr. Diaz, I'm putting the gun away now, okay ?
He put his gun.
SIMMONS: Sir, he's at 600 megajoules and climbing. Sir ?
COULSON: Clear everybody out. Clear everybody out... now !
They leave. Coulson closes the door.
DIAZ: I-I'm gonna wind up like them, aren't I ?
COULSON: Why don't you have a seat ?
Diaz sits down. Coulson approaches.
COULSON: You have any family ... wife, kids ? Is there anyone you want to talk to ? Anything I can do ?
FITZ: Sir, you have to get out of there right now ! He's going to ...
Coulson takes off his headset. He sits down.
COULSON: Listen to me. I've been where you are right now. So please believe me when I tell you you don't have to be afraid.
DIAZ: What are you ... what are you talking about ?
COULSON: Your job ... gets pretty dangerous, doesn't it ?
We see May, Ward and firefighters outside. May be that listening Coulson said.
COULSON: Mine, too. I got hurt once ... pretty bad. And I... I died. Some say it was only for 8 seconds, but I know it was more than that. I know I wasn't here anymore. I was there.
DIAZ: What's it like ?
COULSON: It's beautiful.
There was electricity crackling on Diaz‘s hands. A knife fly.
DIAZ: You better get going, buddy… Go.
Coulson left to join the others outside. There is a electrics flash. Later. A combinations SHIELD team came to inspect the fire station. Fitz Control May, Coulson and Ward.
FITZ: All clean ... no traces of electrostatic energy.
SKYE: What about the other firefighters ?
SIMMONS: They'll be quarantined and observed at a S.H.I.E.L.D. biohazard facility.
Two men arrive with a box that contains the helmet.
SKYE: Um, anyone else notice they're putting the infected alien thing on our truck ?
COULSON: We're flying it to the Sandbox.
SKYE: Sandbox ?
SIMMONS: It's a S.H.I.E.L.D. research facility across the Atlantic. They specialize in hazardous materials.
COULSON: If what you suspect is true, that this is a virus, then those firefighters could be infected, and they're gonna need a cure. Find one.
SIMMONS: Yes, sir.
They leave. On the plane. The two men in suits deposit box in a cell and leave.
The aircraft is going to the Sandbox. Coulson joined May in the cockpit.
COULSON: What's our E.T.A. ?
MAY: 3:37 West Africa time.
COULSON: Gonna be a long 4 hours and 26 minutes.
MAY: You okay ?
COULSON: Fine. I just want this alien thing off our plane as soon as humanly possible.
MAY: You want to talk about your physical ?
COULSON: Nothing to tell. My physical therapist requested it. He's updating his files or something.
MAY: You'd tell me if something was wrong.
COULSON: Of course.
SIMMONS (on radio):: Sir, I think I've discovered something. Could you come down to the lab ?
COULSON: I'll be right there.
MAY: Phil. The fireman ... you did everything you could for him.
In the lab.
COULSON: So, what am I looking for exactly ?
SIMMONS: Wait for it.
There is shown a blood sample on the computer. Two cell exchange a landfill.
COULSON: What was that ?
SIMMONS: A groundbreaking discovery! I believe the firefighters initially contracted the virus when they cleaned the helmet, the friction activating some long-decaying Chitauri organism ... Hang on.
COULSON: These cells are from the bodies of the firefighters ?
SIMMONS: Brain cells, yes ... the last vestiges of the infection. 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 ...
COULSON: The virus can move from person to person.
An object flew behind Simmons.
SIMMONS: Exactly! And that's the most exciting part ... how it spreads ... not through the air or through direct fluid transfer, but through electric static shock. It's like nothing we've ever seen on Earth.
Coulson fate. Simmons did not notice.
SIMMONS: 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.
She notes that Coulson and front door.
SIMMONS: Sir, is something wrong ?
COULSON: I'm so sorry, Jemma.
He triggers the alarm. The door closes. Simmons turns and sees the object. There is an electric shock and the object falls.
SIMMONS: Oh, no.
Later. Fitz and Simmons sit back to back each one dimension of the lab. Fitz tap on the window to show a small tube. The others are a little further
COULSON: Simmons believes she contracted the virus approximately 36 hours ago when she received an electrostatic shock from the first victim.
SKYE: How much time does she have ?
COULSON: Based on when the firemen were infected, how quickly their symptoms manifested... two hours at most.
SKYE: 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 ?
COULSON: They do. How soon can you get us on the ground ?
MAY: Three hours. Our path to the Sandbox has us right in the middle of the Atlantic.
WARD: Sir, correct me if I'm wrong, but if we can't land in time...
COULSON: Simmons will release a pulse that will blow this plane right out of the sky.
SKYE: We can't just sit here and watch her die. We have to do something.
COULSON: 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.
They watch Simmons.
MAY: She's just a kid.
Later. Fitz Simmons and working together to find a solution.
FITZ: 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.
SIMMONS: I wish you wouldn't use the word "vaccine." It's really more of an antiserum.
She has a nervous laugh. It approaches a cage there to a rat.
SIMMONS: Okay, so... these antibodies should be able to target the virus' antigens, if this bloody alien virus even has antigens.
She gives a dose at the rat.
SIMMONS: Come on, now. Come on.
There is a electricity crackles.We see rats float.
FITZ: Well... that wasn't very cooperative of him, now, was it ?
Ward looks the lab on the control screen. Skye joins.
SKYE: Why aren't you down there ?
WARD: They don't need an audience.
Skye is about to leave.
WARD: You can stay... if you want.
SKYE: I hate this. I just feel so ...
WARD: Helpless.
SKYE: Yeah.
WARD: I wanted it to be a person, some superpowered psychopath ... someone I could hurt, someone I could... punish. That I could do. What I can't do is protect you guys from stuff I can't even see... or understand.
SKYE: So, what do we do ?
WARD: We wait... and get ready.
SKYE: Ready for what ?
WARD: For whatever it is we're called upon to do.
Coulson is in his office, on visual communication.
AGENT: Coulson, nice to see you're not dead.
COULSON: Did you get our analysis of the virus ?
AGENT: We did, and S.H.I.E.L.D. has no record of anything like it. No one does. So it's imperative it reach the Sandbox without incident. In case of a pandemic, we're going to need it.
COULSON: I'm aware of that, but I don't need more orders or ultimatums. I need answers.
AGENT: I wish I had some for you. I'm sorry, Coulson ... I've been ordered to inform you that if you have infected cargo, you need to dump it. Do you copy me, Coulson ? These orders are coming from up top.
Coulson key computer. May arrives.
COULSON: I'm sorry ... bad connection.
He hangs up.
COULSON: Didn't get that last part.
MAY: Don't even think it. I don't have to. That's your job.
In the lab. Simmons continues his tests. Fitz looks through the window. A levitated object falls.
FITZ: t's all right. Everything's gonna be fine.
SIMMONS: Please stop saying that. I see you looking at your watch.
FITZ: Are you sure you don't need my help just to ...
SIMMONS: Are you sure this thing even works ?
FITZ: Yeah, well, you know it does. My device isn't the issue... it's the vaccine.
SIMMONS: Antiserum! And all I'm wondering is whether you calibrated it correctly.
FITZ: 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 ! Then you had to go and drag us into this flying circus ! Didn't even pass our field assessments, for god's sake !
SIMMONS: Oh, please, as if I forced you to follow me anywhere.
FITZ: You said, and I quote... (change is voce) "Oh, Fitz, "it's the most perfect opportunity for us to see the world ! We'd be fools to pass this one up !"
SIMMONS: 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.
FITZ: I was not afraid.
SIMMONS: And don't you dare act like these last months haven't been the highlight of your entire pasty life !
FITZ: 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 ... you've been beside me the whole damn time !
He realizes.Simmons looks down and goes into the office.
FITZ: You have to fix this.
SIMMONS: 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...
SIMMONS & FITZ: The Chitauri.
FITZ: Well, the minky b*st*rd who actually wore the helmet had the virus...
SIMMONS: Yeah, and managed to survive without ever emitting an electrostatic pulse because...
FITZ: It was immune.
SIMMONS: Yes ! She ... she was just the carrier, like Typhoid Mary.
FITZ: Uh, "she" ? Well, no, wait. That ... you don't really think that ... okay, doesn't matter. Um, so if ... if I can scrape some epithelial cells from the inside of the helmet, we can create a vaccine ?
SIMMONS: Yes !
Fitz runs off.
SIMMONS: Antiserum, but yes.
It happens in the cell, takes the box and headed for the lab. Skye and Coulson see him pass.
SKYE: Isn't that...
COULSON: Fitz !
Fitz enters the lab with Simmons.
SIMMONS: No, uh... you can't be in here !
FITZ: Too late. It's done. Just try and do your best to keep your hands off me, yeah ?
The door closes. Skye and Coulson arrives.
SIMMONS: Fitz, I don't know what you think you're doing, but ...
FITZ: I'm doing what we always do. We're gonna fix this ... together.
They draw on the helmet. May and Ward join Coulson and Skye across.Fitz et Simmons mettent au point un sérum.
FITZ: Third time's a charm.
He loads the device.
FITZ: May I do the honors ?
Fitz inject serum third rat. everyone watching.
SKYE: I can't breathe.
Nothing happens. Simmons smile.
SIMMONS: We did it.
There an electric shock and rats fleet.
FITZ: No...
Simmons approaches the glass.
SIMMONS: Sir, I know the protocol in these circumstances, but could you please tell my dad first ? I just think my Mum would take it better if it comes from him.
COULSON: We're not there yet. There's still time.
SIMMONS: Sir, please.
He said yes of the head.Simmons look at others.
SIMMONS: Would you mind if I had a brief moment alone with Fitz ?
Skye crying. May puts his hand on her shoulder to bring with her.
COULSON: Come on. Let's go.
They back.
FITZ: We'll try again. The electrostatic pulse from the third rat seemed much less, so we're making progress. If we can calibrate the antiserum...
SIMMONS: Antiserum, yes. You finally got it right, Fitz. I'm so sorry.
She hits him with a fire extinguisher.
FITZ: Aah !
MAY: Agent Blake is on the line. He wants to know what's going on. If you won't answer, he asked for Ward.
WARD: Sir... what are our orders ?
COULSON: They're unchanged.
The alarm sounds.
SKYE: What is that ?
MAY: Someone's lowering the cargo-hold ramp.
Ward runs off.In the lab, Fitz wakes up.He sees that the mouse is alive.
FITZ: Hey. It worked. The pulse just knocked the rat uncon... scious. Jemma ? Jemma ! Jemma, it worked !
Simmons is about to jump. She turns and sees Fitz about to try to open the door but she did not hear.
FITZ: Please, don't ! Nooo ! Jemma, nooo ! Jemma !
She jumps.
FITZ: Jemma !
He runs to get the serum and then grabs a parachute.
FITZ: Must have to find Jemma...
Ward arrives.
FITZ: The antiserum worked, but she jumped !
Ward takes the serum and parachute jumps.In the air, it puts the parachute and seeks Simmons. He sees and catches. It injects the serum and opens the parachute.
Later, on the plane. Ward and Simmons are with Coulson in his office.
COULSON: Don't get me wrong! 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.
SIMMONS: Thank you, sir.
Coulson sits. Ward starts from.
SIMONS: Oh, does that mean we're to leave now ?
Ward and Simmons go.
WARD: So, what did you think of your first time skydiving ?
SIMMONS: Honestly, I'd rather not think about it anymore.
WARD: I thought what you did was incredibly brave.
SIMMONS: Oh. 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.
WARD: I know.
SIMMONS: You do ?
WARD: Of course. After all... (chance is voice) I'm Agent Grant Ward. I just jumped out of a plane without a parachute on and saved your life !
SIMMONS: Actually, that's not quite it. It's a bit more nasally than that.
Skye arrives.
SIMMONS: Oh. Hello, Skye.
Skye Simmons smiles and takes her in his arms.
SIMMONS: Ohh !
Jemma smiles.Coulson reads a document. May arrives.
MAY: How was Simmons ?
COULSON: Amazingly resilient. You'd never know she almost died.
MAY: Experience like that ... it takes awhile to sink in. That her medical report ?
COULSON: 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."
MAY: Wasn't planning on it.
COULSON: My doctors never requested any tests. I ordered them for myself, but you knew that. This piece... of paper is telling me that everything's fine, but... I don't feel fine. I feel different.
MAY: Take off your shirt.
COULSON: Excuse me ?
MAY: Your shirt... unbutton it.
He does. May look Coulson’s scar.
MAY: 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 ...
COULSON: I know.
MAY: 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.
Fitz and Simmons sit in Fitz’s room.
FITZ: And I was going to do it.
SIMMONS: I know you were.
FITZ: I had the antiserum, the chute ... everything. I just couldn't get the straps on.
SIMMONS: Fitz, please.
FITZ: And, you know, maybe I couldn't have done the whole "James Bond..
SIMMONS: Fitz, shut up.
FITZ:.. in midair" type of thing.
SIMMONS: Please, just... 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. It was you.
FITZ: Hmm.
SIMMONS: You're the hero.
FITZ: Yeah ?
SIMMONS: Yeah. Thank you.
She kisses him on the cheek and leaves.
THE SANDBOX
Blake officer and two men enter the plane.
COULSON: Blake.
BLAKE: Coulson.
The two men take the box and go.
BLAKE: That's the best you could come up with ... "we've got a bad connection" ?
COULSON: I was pressed for time.
BLAKE: It's a bold move. You know our chat wasn't exactly private.
COULSON: They never are.
BLAKE: 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 [i]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.
COULSON: I'd like to see them try.
BLAKE: That doesn't sound like the Phil Coulson I used to know.
COULSON: No, I suppose it doesn't. Get used to it.
Ecrit par Albi2302.
