Still wrong. It’s transparent to me that he was carrying a weapon. On closer observation, big guy was likewise sort of leaning against the counter and in an instant I knew that he was using his weight to jam his gun between him and the counter. A robbery was about to happen.
还是错的。对我来说他携带武器是显而易见的。仔细观察，那个大个子也有点靠在柜台上，我立刻就知道他是在用体重把枪塞进自己和柜台之间。一场抢劫即将发生。
This was a common place for me but today I discerned there was something wrong when I turned around. Wrong means not right. There were two men in the bank now, a big guy just inside the door and a smaller one more like a skeleton in the middle of the floor.
这对我来说是一个很普通的地方，但是今天当我转身的时候我发现有些不对劲。错误意味着不正确。现在银行里有两个人，一个大个子就在门里面，一个小个子更像是地板中间的骷髅。
If I attacked the small guy, I’d be easily picked off by the big guy as I struggled to get small guy’s gun. If I walked casually by, and seized the big guy, the small guy would shoot the customers around him and take some nice-looking teller as a hostage.
如果我攻击小家伙，我会很容易被大家伙选中，因为我争取小家伙的枪。如果我漫不经心地走过，抓住那个大个子，那个小个子就会向他周围的顾客开枪，然后把一个长得不错的出纳员当作人质。
Big guy was leafing through the leaflets on the counter, but his eyes were on the door and the eyes of the small guy never stopped moving and were scouting the scope and layout of the room, his head moved like that of a tennis fan sitting at the net.
大个子正在翻阅柜台上的传单，但他的眼睛盯着门，小个子的眼睛从未停止移动，并在侦查房间的范围和布局，他的头像一个坐在网前的网球迷一样移动。
Small guy was making a thing of deciding which queue to join, but it was the way he stood that held my attention. His left arm was tight against his body and he was wearing a long coat. Nothing wrong with that, it was winter.
小个子男人在决定要排哪条队，但是他站着的样子吸引了我的注意力。他的左臂紧贴着身体，穿着一件长外套。那没什么不好的，那是冬天。
As I walked by, the small guy started to move. He swung back his coat and revealed a pistol and started to yell, “Attention, everybody!” The small guy was too busy to finish the second word. In the instant an idea flashed into my mind,”why the big coat for such a small gun”, then thought “winter” again.
我走过的时候，那个小个子开始动了。他脱下外套，掏出一把手枪，开始大喊：“大家注意了！”小个子忙得连第二个字都写不完。这时，一个念头闪入我的脑海，“为什么这么小的枪要穿这么大的外套”，然后又想到“冬天”。
The situation was urgent. It was better to leave and call for immediate assistance. Assistance? I wasn’t a soldier any more. I had been retired. Better to call the police, as normal people do. I could be anonymous then.
情况很紧急。最好是离开，并呼吁立即援助。援助？我不再是一个士兵了。我已经退休了。最好像正常人一样报警。那我就可以匿名了。
Fortunately for me, it was not I that stopped him but a keen security guard who’d obviously seen the same signs I had. Fortunate for me, but unfortunate for the security- man. He hadn’t noted that the big guy was an accomplice. After an interval of a few seconds, he fired a pistol at the back of the guard’s head as he walked over to check on the dead small guy. He fell on the body of the small guy, blood streamed down from his wound.
对我来说幸运的是，并不是我阻止了他，而是一个敏锐的保安，他显然看到了和我一样的征兆。对我来说是幸运的，但对保安来说是不幸的。他没有注意到那个大个子是共犯。过了几秒钟，他朝警卫的后脑开了一枪，当时他正走过去检查那个死去的小家伙。他倒在那个小个子的身上，血从他的伤口流了下来。
Big guy stood there, momentarily as if deciding what to do. His eyes were a little wild but not scared. I thought again about rushing at him, but the distance was too great. Better to wait. All around me, people were screaming and moaning in shock and some people were already lying on the ground, anticipating the big guy’s next instruction. The screaming did not bother him, which was both good and bad. It was good because the cool gunman was unlikely to shoot unnecessarily and bad because he would shoot without pausing if the situation required it.
大个子站在那里，瞬间好像在决定要做什么。他的眼神有点狂野，但并不害怕。我又想冲向他，但是距离太远了。最好等一等。在我周围，人们惊恐地尖叫着呻吟着，一些人已经躺在地上，等待着大块头的下一个指示。尖叫声并没有打扰到他，这是好事也是坏事。这是好事，因为冷静的枪手不太可能开不必要的枪，也不会开坏枪，因为如果情况需要，他会毫不停顿地开枪。
He gave an imperative order, “If everybody does what I say, no one will get hurt. This is just a robbery gone wrong and I want to use you good people as hostages so that I can get away!” He didn’t have to say any more than that. We’d all seen in perspective what had happened and knew he could kill some of us. The “hostage” in his short speech made it clear that he was saying he would threaten to kill hostages if his demands were not met.
他下了一道命令：“如果每个人都按我说的做，就没有人会受伤。这只是一起抢劫案，我想用你们这些好人做人质，这样我就可以逃走了！”他不用再多说什么了。我们都清楚地看到发生了什么，知道他可能会杀死我们中的一些人。这位“人质”在他的简短讲话中明确表示，如果他的要求得不到满足，他将威胁要杀死人质。
It seemed there was chaos in the place. The only ones standing silent were him and me. For a moment, our eyes met and gazed at each other. Did he know me? How could he? The sound of the approaching alarms broke our gaze and the big guy calmly and loudly instructed everybody to lie on the floor. I did as he bade, but taking as many steps forward as I dared before lying down. I was no more than five yards from him.
这里似乎一片混乱。唯一保持沉默的只有他和我。有那么一会儿，我们的目光相遇，彼此凝视。他认识我吗？他怎么能这样？警报声越来越近，打断了我们的视线，这个大家伙平静而大声地命令所有人趴在地上。我照他吩咐的做了，但是在躺下之前，我尽可能地向前走了几步。我离他不到五码。
The police arrived and contact was made straight away. He said that he would kill a hostage every ten minutes until he was given a clear passage to the private airways strip, where a helicopter was to take him to Cuba. He would bring hostages along with him as insurance against any unpredictable trouble.
警察赶到后立即联系了他们。他说，他将每十分钟杀死一名人质，直到他获得通往私营航空公司跑道的安全通道，在那里有一架直升飞机将他带到古巴。他会随身携带人质以防万一。
I could see he would act for the ultimate aim — to kill a kid and to make them know he was serious. I couldn’t let the tragedy happen. Could I hide and wait and let all this happen and walk away? All my training said I could. “Bad things will happen around you”, said the Controller. “Terrible things. But if it doesn’t happen to you, it’s not your liability to stop them. ” I had seen terrible things and walked away. But not today.
我看得出他的最终目的是杀死一个孩子，让他们知道他是认真的。我不能让悲剧发生。我可以躲起来，等待，让这一切发生，然后走开吗？所有的训练都告诉我我可以。“你身边会发生不好的事情。”财务主任说。“可怕的事情。但如果这些事情没有发生在你身上，你就没有责任去阻止它们。”我看到了可怕的事情，然后离开了。但不是今天。
“Take me”, I said, standing up and making another vital step forward. “Leave the kid and take me”. Everybody looked at me, some of them taking me for a suicidal person and thought it was a movie. This is really happening, their eyes said to me, for God’s sake, to sit down before he would kill you.
“带我走吧”，我站起来，向前迈出了至关重要的一步。“把孩子留下，带我走”。每个人都看着我，有些人把我当成自杀的人，认为这是一部电影。这是真的，他们的眼睛对我说，看在上帝的份上，在他杀死你之前坐下。
As the first ten-minute deadline approached, the big guy scanned the hostages in front of him. His eyes touched mine, but he moved on, looking for something. “You! Kid!” Everybody looked back and saw a boy, about ten years old, cowering behind his mother. “Get over here! Get over here, NOOOW!” shouted the big guy, as the boy cowered further.
随着第一个十分钟的最后期限的临近，这个大家伙扫视着他面前的人质。他的眼睛碰到了我的眼睛，但他继续前进，寻找着什么。“你！孩子！”每个人回头一看，都看到一个大约十岁的男孩，蜷缩在他母亲的身后。“过来！过来，NOOOW！”那个大块头喊道，而那个男孩则退缩得更远了。
He didn’t even get a shot off. It was done at one stroke without noise and he slumped into the floor. I turned around to see people looking at me horrified. I knew then that I had killed him too easily, too quickly.
他连一枪都没打中。他一下子就完成了，没有一点声响，然后他瘫倒在地板上。我转过身，看到人们惊恐地看着我。那时我就知道我杀他太容易了，太快了。
One of the tellers picked up the phone and spoke to the police. Suddenly the place was overrun with uniforms. Eventually, we were all shepherded to waiting police cars and moved down-town to the station house.
其中一个出纳员拿起电话对警察说。突然，这个地方被制服占领了。最后，我们都被带到等候的警车上，搬到市中心的派出所。
It was too late. “OK, come here by the door and kneel in front of it”. He said this as if he was a surgeon inviting a patient into his surgery. “Were you in the army?” He asked casually as I walked towards him. “No”, I replied. This had to be quick. I would have no chance to seize him when I was kneeling at the front door.
太晚了。“好，到门边来，跪在门前”。他这么说，好像他是一个外科医生，邀请病人进入他的手术室。“你参过军吗？”当我走向他时，他漫不经心地问道。“没有”，我回答。这必须要快。当我跪在前门时，我没有机会抓住他。
“You’re saving me from the trouble”, I said, casually setting his mind at ease so that he needn’t worry about my last-minute efforts for freedom. If he were wary of me, he would not take his eyes off me. In the instant he turned to walk with me towards the door, I had my arm around his neck. It broke like a toothpick and he died instantly.
“你把我从麻烦中解救出来了，”我说，不经意地让他放松下来，这样他就不用担心我在最后一刻为自由所做的努力了。如果他对我保持警惕，他就不会把视线从我身上移开。就在他转身要和我一起走向门口的那一瞬间，我的胳膊搂住了他的脖子。它像牙签一样断了，他当场死亡。
“Chickens,” I said.
“鸡，”我说。
I was ushered into an interview room. They showed me the close circuit TV coverage of the incident in the bank and I made a statement corroborating what had happened. “You are being charged with murder,” said the detective whose name I could not remember,”but this evidence should show that it was self-defense”. Well, anyway, I was fighting against almost certain death, and they were the same thing. I didn’t argue.
我被引进了一间会见室。他们给我看了银行事故的闭路电视报道，我做了一份证实发生了什么的声明。“你被指控犯有谋杀罪，”我记不清名字的侦探说，“但是这个证据应该表明这是正当防卫。”。好吧，不管怎么说，我是在与几乎必死无疑的死亡作斗争，而它们是同一回事。我没有反驳。
“What did you say?”
“你说什么？”
I made bail of 10000 and my husband came and collected me. “Next time you go to town, I’m going with you”, he said, “it’s too dangerous for you to travel alone. ” Yes, it is really too dangerous.
我交了10000英镑的保释金，我丈夫来接我。“下次你进城的时候，我和你一起去，”他说，“你一个人去太危险了。”是的，这真的太危险了。
“Chickens. I’ve killed lots of chickens on my farm. When they’re dying. You get to know where their weak points are. And I’ve strong hands. ” These hands have ripped open rib cages and pulled out beating hearts, I wanted to say.
“鸡。我在我的农场里杀了很多鸡。当他们快死的时候。你会知道他们的弱点在哪里。我有一双强壮的手。”我想说的是，这双手撕开了肋骨，掏出了跳动的心脏。
“You served in the military?” He asked. He was looking at me carefully. I got the impression that the boys in the room had seen the tape and were guessing how I could have overpowered the big guy so completely. “No”, I replied, not knowing what to say next. I was good at killing. Could I say that?
“你在军队服过役？”他问道。他仔细地看着我。我得到的印象是，房间里的男孩们看到了录像带，正在猜测我是如何完全制服那个大家伙的。“没有”，我回答，不知道接下来该说什么。我很擅长杀人。我能这么说吗？
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