She certainly has a fiery spirit.
Which is either gonna get her killed
or completely screw up history.
Just end it, fast.
Let's get those Confederates off his back.
All right, you're safe now.
What in tarnations was that?
What did I just see?
What was what? I, uh, I didn't see anything.
Who are you guys?
What's going on, here?
Look, we're just passing through.
好了 各位 我们快走吧
Okay, guys, let's get the hell out of here.
We can't just leave him here.
Well, unfortunately, we have to.
If we rescue one man, we could alter history in the wrong way.
You're dispatch, aren't you?
Wait, what's a dispatch?
It's a former slave providing information to the Union Army.
My name is Henry Scott.
I'm a free man from Trenton, New Jersey.
Well, you're a long way from home.
And we need to be getting out of here.
Oh, my God.
Those Confederates look a lot like--
Don't--don't--don't say it!
Quick, quick, just merge!
Is everybody okay?
What the hell was that?
You ask me, they look like zo--
No! Please, don't say it.
I know they're essentially a myth,
but I have this irrational fear of--
-僵尸 -拜托 别说出来
- Zombies. - Please, don't say it.
- Hang on. - Satch--
- What? - My... satchel.
- Kinda. - My...my orders.
Confederate troop movements.
Nice job blowing up the Time Pirate's escape pod.
Put another win in the mission column.
Did you not see what happened next?
没 我走开了 人有三急
No, I took a break. Had to go to the bathroom.
We were attacked by zombies.
And someone put sprouts on my sandwich.
The Time Pirate's distress call
referenced something called a TX-90.
It's a futurist bioweapon.
The infected's condition represents strongly
those things... that...I can't say.
And if that infected Time Pirate is out there
spreading this virus, then our work is not done here.
No kidding. Having zombies, or whatever they are,
running around the Civil War is not a good thing.
Speaking of not good.
Get him to the MedBay.
What's going on?
you were wounded during our encounter with the infected.
Those creepy bastards didn't lay a finger on me.
But they might have gotten in a tooth.
Oh, my God. He's already starting to turn.
Ray, you gotta fix me.
I don't want to be turned into a frickin' zombie.
Oh, my God.
Yeah, it's pretty disastrous.
I'm guessing, thanks to the zombies,
the Confederacy won its independence from the Union.
It wasn't just them.
That guy, the dispatch, these are his mission orders.
From General Ulysses S. Grant.
He was supposed to infiltrate the Collins Plantation
and steal Confederate troop movement orders.
They named a high school after him?
That's because in the original version of history,
the plans Scott stole helped Grant
win the Battle of Champion Hill.
And I'm guessing none of that happened
because Scott was bayonetted by a Confederate
turned into a zombie by a future virus.
how do we fix it?
There's a reason black people were used as spies.
Because we were invisible.
That's why I'm going in there.
Don't worry. If anything happens, it's on me.
不 杰克斯 我来扛
No, Jax, it's on me.
Look, Mick is already hurt,
and I don't like the idea of putting anyone else in harm's way.
And I don't like the idea of having a flag
that has 20 stars on it.
I'm definitely not letting you go in there alone.
Fine, I'll take Amaya.
All right. Nate and I will go warn the Union Army
about the infected soldiers.
When we get to wherever we're going,
maybe I should be the one
that breaks the zombie news to General Grant.
I'm someone he'll listen to.
Because you're a man?
We're a couple hundred years away from gender equality.
Only a couple hundred?
Look, all I'm saying is,
也许 就也许 等我们到了联邦军那里
maybe--just maybe-- when we get to the Union Army,
you let me do the talking.
Stay where you are.
Okay. You do the talking.
So, what's our plan?
Well, if things go easy,
we sneak in while everybody's asleep,
find the Confederate plans, and grab them.
Are things ever easy with your group?
-有道理 -求你了 别
- Eh, good point. - Please, don't!
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to burn the table cloth!