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He's waking up. He's coming to.

We need to talk.

How the hell did he survive
Ruskov's ship?

He managed to grab a life raft,
washed up on the Florida coast,

where a group of American survivors
took him in.

I don't suppose he told them
that he was contagious.

No.

After that, he moved from camp to camp,
taking what he needed.

It was either fate or bad luck
that led him to the Immunes.

And the labs?
Did he lead the Ramseys to Dr. Hunter?

He wouldn't say.

At least, not to me.

- So, what are you going to do with him?
- I haven't decided yet.

And he only made one request.

- He wants to speak to you.
- No, it's not going to happen.

He said you were having trouble
nebulizing the vaccine.

- Absolutely not.
- He started it.

The primordial started it.

He perpetuated it, weaponized it.

I have his blood samples.

Once I see what happens to the rats,

I'll be able to find
the stability sequence he used

to bind his DNA to the virus.

That will be the sum total
of his usefulness.

You said that could take months.

- Captain...
- He killed my wife.

And I was able to talk to him.

So, unless you have a better idea...

I know he's a snake,

but if he can help,
you have to talk to him.

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Mr. President.

How are you feeling this morning?

I better get my sea legs soon.

You ready to meet the crew?

And what exactly is expected of me?

Am I to make battle decisions?

You'll be consulted on relevant matters,

anything that falls under
the executive branch,

or anything pertaining
to national security.

Which, given the circumstances,
touches about everything.

He's not ready. Not yet, at least.

He's come a long way in a short time, sir.

And I want you to get him
the rest of the way there.

Be his guide, his preacher,
his father, his friend, whatever he needs.

Aye, sir.

Hey, do you think
I could borrow some condensed milk?

Sounds like you're making
cheesecake again.

At 30 degrees...

Hey, y'all.
Does anybody have extra diapers?

I can't believe how normal it all sounds,

like a functioning community.

Sounds like the President's intel's good.

New Orleans may be the safe place to go.

And there's been no word about
an Immune army gathering.

Nothing about Immunes at all.

Well, if they think we're listening,
they might be communicating another way.

Bullet missed all my major organs.

Perhaps I have nine lives. Like a cat, no?

Or like a cockroach.

Dr. Scott.

- You wanted to see me.
- Yes.

Well, I mean, it seems
congratulations are in order.

You found a cure.

Well, I'd be lying
if I said that it was easy.

Well...

Strictly scientifically speaking,

I found your work to be rather impressive.

The way you fused your DNA to the virus.

If nothing else...

It was elegant.

Thank you.

It was never my intention to spread it.
It's important you know that.

Niels, I've been working on this idea
of nebulizing the cure.

And I'm having a little bit of trouble.

So I was just wondering
if you'd be at all curious to...

Take a look at my research.

So you want to hear
about the life of a gun for hire.

- Yeah. Capping oil wells in Kuwait.
- Hmm.

- Babysitting third world princes.
- Wow!

I mean, you even have a worst?

Oh, he was at Gitmo for 18 months.

Ouch.

Yeah, I got my stories
and the scars to prove them.

- Ah, give me some of that.
- I'd show you, but there's a lady present.

Pig talking.

All right, sweetheart,
what's the worst you ever seen?

You call me "sweetheart" again,

I'll make you eat that
pathetic pair of nines you're holding.

Oh, wow.

- You'll never know.
- Hang on.

Answer his question, worst story ever.

What makes one war worse than another?

Death is death.

- Bet you're a riot at parties.
- Don't even get her started.

- Raise you five.
- Okay, we raise.

What do you think, Burk?

Do I have the goods?

And what am I looking at here?

This is the vaccine compound
before nebulization.

And here it is,
after it's been sprayed into the air.

Yeah, it falls apart.
Have you tried reducing the particle size?

I've considered it,

but then it wouldn't be heavy
enough to drop into the lungs.

And you're sure the physics are sound?

Dr. Hunter worked it out.

Julius Hunter.

You must have heard of him,
from Palm Coast.

Um, only by, uh, reputation.

I've thought about adding
an extra component

to the outer coat to prevent
the vaccine from drying out.

Yeah, it would need to be...

Particularly resilient.

Precisely.

Well, what about anthrax, you know?

It's strong enough to survive
for decades in any environment.

One epidemic at a time, Niels.

Right, right. Probably best.

What we need is an environment

that's been untouched by the pandemic

and yet severe enough to promote
adaptive activity in bacteria.

How about water?

That's just what I was thinking.

Mussels?

Freshwater mussels, to be exact.

Mussels carry bacteria,

and in order to survive
harsh environments, the bacteria adapts.

To do this, it protects itself

with a sort of intracellular
suspended-animation chamber

called spores.

Now if I could get my hands
on some of those spores,

I could add their proteins
to the outer coat of the cure,

making it hardy enough to survive
the nebulization process.

This is Niels' bright idea, right?

No, it's mine, actually.
I led him to it, and he...

He played ball.

So we find you a bunch of mussels,
and you'll be able to aerosolize the cure?

Not quite.
I still need Niels' stability sequence.

- Which he hasn't given you.
- I haven't asked him yet.

And if he doesn't give it up?

Well, then I'll have to do it
the slow way,

by which time millions more
people will be dead.

But for right now,
I really need those mussels.

So where exactly do we find them?

The closest freshwater lake is here, sir.
St. Andrews Bay, about a mile inland.

Good. We'll get the mussels
and be back by sundown.

I want this ship close to shore,

somewhere the sub can't and won't dare go.

OOD, recommend course 3-4-7.

Very well. Helm, right...

TAO bridge.

TAO.

I want the all-clear
for our landing party.

Anything on subsurface search?

Negative, sir. All's quiet.

We can support the landing party
with the .50 cals and the 25-mike-mike.

CIWS is in air, ready.

Very well.

Attention on deck.

At ease.

This is the finest mess decks afloat.

If you can dream it up,
our chefs can whip it up.

Mr. President.

Bernie Cowley,
Culinary Specialist, second class.

I'm happy to prepare anything for you.

Gosh, um, I don't know.

What did you have for lunch?

Uh, you don't want my diet, Mr. President.

Nothing but grilled vegetables as of yet.

But for you, name it.

Well, uh, let me see.

I got prime rib, chicken Cordon Bleu.

Well, it all sounds so, so very good.
I just...

- I don't know where to start.
- Mr. President. Sorry to interrupt.

Uh, Lieutenant Mejia, ship's navigator.
We're honored to have you aboard, sir.

Just wanted to tell you
I'll do whatever I can

to make this ride as smooth as possible.

Well...

Actually just came down here
to say hello to everyone. Um...

I think we have to get to
that briefing now, don't we?

Yes, sir.

I'm walking around a ship
full of 20-year-olds

who know exactly what they're
doing at all times,

on a mission to save a country
that's barely recognizable.

And me, Mr. President,

I can't figure out what to eat for lunch.

Sir, how many people did
you have working under you

when you were secretary of HUD?

I know where this is going, Master Chief,

but the last time I made a decision...

The last time you made a decision
was yesterday, sir.

When you decided to move forward.

And I'll tell you this,

the Navy's been studying
leadership since 1775.

Between the Captain, the XO, and myself,
we have 67 years' experience.

Leaders aren't born, they're made.

And we all believe in you, sir.

Just give yourself time.

I'd like to have a plan as to how

we'll engineer the spore protein
into the vaccine

once the mussels arrive.

I was thinking perhaps a stabilizer,

very much like the one that you used
to bind your DNA to the virus.

Oh... The real reason I'm here.

You know that viruses
don't like to be tinkered with.

They'll loop out any added foreign genes,
and somehow, Niels,

you managed to sidestep
the recombination process.

Yeah, well, it was so long ago, you know,

and I tried so many...

I mean, honestly, Rachel,
who can remember these things?

You know that I took samples of your blood
while you were recovering.

You're not really going to make me
truffle this out myself, are you?

Someone special?

No, not particularly.

It's an old computer.

Never got around to changing
the screen saver...

He is a handsome fellow, no?

So, what I'm mostly interested in is the...

Doesn't really seem like
your type, though.

Not much going on upstairs.

I suspect that you tired of him quickly.

You see, I remember this about you.

Dr. Rachel Scott,

always the smartest person in the room.

The unstoppable force in search
of her immovable object.

Am I right?

All right, perimeter sweep first.
Check for survivors.

Once the marina's secure,
we look for keys to something with wheels.

We got a runner!

United States Navy!

Come on out, I'm not going to hurt you.

It's okay. You're okay.

You can take off your mask. I'm not sick.

Neither are we.

Hey. Easy.

All right, easy.

Nobody has to die today.

That's right.
You're worth more alive than dead, anyway.

Hey!

Hold your fire!

- Don't be stupid, kid.
- Ray!

What do we do now?

Ray-

Put the guns down.

Ray!

Lower your weapons.

Come on. Back against the wall.

We're not going to hurt you.

What did you mean when you said
we're worth more alive than dead?

Wolf and Cruz went to the lake
to gather the mussels for Dr. Scott.

They should be back soon.

And they won't tell you
who set the bounty?

No, sir.
It's got to be the Immunes, right?

I understand you're the man.

Tom Chandler, Captain, USS Nathan James.

Ray Diaz, sophomore.

- What's this?
- It's what leaders give each other.

You find yourself in a Navy bar,
and of legal age,

that'll earn you a free drink.

There's no Navy,
no law, and no bars.

Other than that,
this will really come in handy.

Cut him loose.

Let's you and I have a talk.

These are good.

You mind?

My son's a huge comic book fan.
Goes to conventions, whole nine yards.

Not anymore.

So, what's his story?

During the outbreak,

he crashes his car trying to save a town
from the virus.

Wakes up, realizes he has superpowers,

but can't remember who he is.

He uses his powers to help
stranded people get home,

even though he can't go home himself.

And where are your parents?

Dead, we assume.

We were at the summer camp
up the coast when the virus hit.

One by one, counselors bolted,
trying to get to their own families.

We stayed until we ran out of food,
and no one ever came for us.

And the bounty on my people?

A few days ago,
these dudes in trucks showed up.

- Were they American?
- Yeah, of course.

They said, uh,

the Navy was going around
offering the cure,

when really they were injecting people
with the virus.

- You believed 'em?
- Didn't surprise me.

There's all kinds of conspiracies
going around.

That the government
was behind the plague in the first place.

Anyway, it doesn't matter what I believe.

- They were offering food.
- And guns.

Look, man, nothing against you
and your people,

but I got mouths to feed.

Well, there is no conspiracy,
and we do have the cure.

Matter of fact, we have enough doses
for every one of you.

What I need from you

is help finding these bounty hunters.

If the cure is real, then what do
these people have against you?

They're a cult,
naturally immune to the virus.

They see the cure as a threat
to their beliefs.

If you help us,
we'll bring you aboard our ship,

find you a safer place to settle.

I mean, how do we know
we can trust these guys?

- What else are we going to do?
- Come on.

Permission to speak freely, Captain?

I don't like putting these kids
in the middle of our fight.

They're already
in the middle of it, Lieutenant.

Immunes saw to that.

Rest assured they'll be on the ship

and out of harm's way as soon as possible.

What about reprisals?

We don't know how far
the Immunes have spread.

Dropping them somewhere else now
could be just as dangerous.

We have the mussels, Captain.

We should leave now before the Immunes
ever find out we were here.

We're over 300 miles away
from their camp in Florida,

and yet somehow
their reach stretches here.

We have to find out
how they're doing this.

It's a deal.

You give us food and shelter,
we'll give you the bounty hunters.

- Good.
- Only one condition.

I stay and fight with you.

Absolutely not.

In six months,

I'll be old enough to enlist
and fight alongside you.

Besides, you can't do this without me.

Nobody knows this place better than I do.

And you still need me to tell you
how to signal the bounty hunters.

Give me the lay of the land.

How can she work with that creature?

I can't even look at him without seeing
my brother dead in my arms.

I'm just praying he does something stupid

so I can shoot him.

So, this is the spore sequence right here.

Fascinating, isn't it?
The way it's regulated.

This bacteria, when it needs
to turn into a spore,

it uses DNA scissors.

DNA scissors.

Yeah, I've heard of this.
This is like a crisper system.

Exactly.

So, we'll use this
to add the spore protein into the vaccine.

Of course, we'll still need something
to hold it in place.

I don't remember the stability sequence.

I don't. I told you,
I wish I did. I don't.

Come in.

You wanted to see me, sir?

I understand the mission on land
is going well.

I may drop by the combat center
to watch for myself,

if that's all right.

Of course, Mr. President.

Anything else, sir?

The intel you found at the White House,
I'd like you to bring it to me,

along with any debriefs
related to the Immunes.

Absolutely, Mr. President.

All yours.

That's the only road in.

There's a perch right there
you can scout from.

You'll see them long before they see you.

Look, these guys are packing
some major firepower.

They had guns I didn't know existed,
and I play a lot of video games.

Well, we don't have to worry about that.
We're bringing a Navy ship to a gunfight.

We need intel, which means
we'll need prisoners.

Copy that.

Hey, Tex, have you ever killed anyone?

Yeah, I have.

Cool.

No, it isn't, squirt.

- Ask him, Jake.
- Yeah, I got it, Cody.

Hey, we were wondering...

Maybe you could ask the Captain
if he'd let us stay and fight.

He said yes to Ray.

Not a chance.

Scat teams are manned and ready, sir.

- CIWS?
- Set to auto-fire on.

Status of the RHIBS?

Loading PAX now
and will notify when inbound.

Music to my ears.

Watch your step. Be careful.

I got the rest of us loaded up
on the other boat.

All right, thanks, Jake.
Everybody's accounted for. Good to go.

Good job.

Let's go.

It's been three whole days.

Niels' blood's been coursing
through their veins.

How the hell are they still alive?

The virus has to be somewhere in his body.

He was using it to poison
those teddy bears.

The virus must have
adjusted inside of him,

migrated exclusively to his lungs.

That's why he's so contagious.

Probably happened months ago,
at the beginning.

Then it's hiding out in there,

below the radar of his immune system,
along with his stability sequence.

Which he may not even remember.

Oh, he remembers.
It's his shining bloody achievement.

How are you feeling?

Your doctor here thinks I need rest,

but, uh, I'm actually anxious
to get back to work.

Can we have a moment?

I've identified
the conserved core sequence

in your stabilizers.

You have?

I recognized the same 20-base pair
on both sides of the virus.

The odds of that happening
in nature, as we both know,

are next to impossible.

So, I took that
as your brilliant handiwork.

Well, you've eliminated a few
trillion possible combinations.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah.

I just think about what you went through,

working to find the cure
and fighting your own infection

and the self-imposed
quarantine on the Vyerni,

literally isolated, with no human contact,
in this bubble, and...

I guess what I'm asking is,

do you ever get lonely?

Yeah.

God, I know my situation
isn't nearly as difficult, but...

There are some times on this ship...

Well, no one who understands me
and this...

Unsolvable puzzle.

And now, being...

So close to the very mind that created it.

Perhaps you were right.

Perhaps my immovable object
is closer than I thought.

It's the three-prime end.

Pardon?

The, um, conserved core element you found,

it's the very end
of the stabilizer sequence.

You just go upstream from there,
and the entire sequence is yours.

Status report.

- Green's good to go.
- Hired gun ready and waiting.

- Taylor, rock and roll.
- Burk and Bivas, good to go.

CIC standing by to support, sir.

All right, Ray. This is it.

So, how were you supposed to
signal the bounty hunters?

What the hell are you doing?

Come on, I hand this to you,
I'm on the next ride back to your ship

and you start the party without me,
you can't bench me now.

Watch me.

Now, I don't plan to lose this fight,
but this door opens, and it ain't me,

tell those assholes you shot the flare
and try to collect the bounty.

Bad move, Ray.

Hey! Come on!

All teams be aware, Ray is still on land.
I say again, Ray is still on land.

He's locked in the trailer.

Guests of honor are arriving.

Come on, kids.

Hey, where's Cody?

He wanted to stay and fight.

And you let him? You let him?

Captain, Cody wasn't on the RHIBS.

Jake covered for him.

I'm Oscar Mike.

Got to go find Cody.

All teams be advised.

Captain is out of pocket.
Keep an eye out.

Can we get a fix on them?
Can we triangulate?

Cody!

Burk, I read two tangos
falling back up the road.

We'll try to capture them alive!

Cody!

25 mike-mike has hostiles in range.

Batteries release mount 2-5-2.

TAO,
prepare mount 5-1 for fire support.

Aye, sir.

Cody!

{GROANS)

Clear to move, Captain.

Tangos captured.

Copy that.

Guys, I'm taking
heavy gunfire up here.

Hostiles are 20 yards north of my whiskey.

Give me a fire-control solution
and engage.

Cobra team, stand by
for one round inbound.

{GUNSHOT)

Can't find Cody anywhere.

Look in the cannery.
That's his go-to spot.

Surface, TAO.

Adjust 10 yards east. Fire one round.

Cody?

Gotcha.

Bosses want you alive.

Unless you put up a fight.

Please?

Put up a fight.

Tango is neutralized.

We have prisoners as requested.

Repeat, tango is neutralized.

Find what you were looking for?

The mussels.

Oh, yes,
they were a tremendous help.

Thank you.

I'm sorry to hear about the boy.

And what about Niels?

I think we're on the verge
of a real breakthrough.

Well, then don't let me slow you down.

Can't blame the Captain
for what happened to Cody.

I can't blame anyone. That's the point.

- Hey.
- What? What do you want from me?

Nothing.

- Never mind.
- Good.

I was stationed in the West Bank
for three years,

another two in Gaza.

Thought I'd seen everything.

Then this pandemic broke out.

And I thought,

you know, maybe now
we have this common enemy.

We even have this cure
that we want to give to people.

Maybe, just maybe,
we'll stop killing each other.

But nothing's changed.

It's all the same.

We captured three Immunes.

They were all carrying these.

You ever see any of
Ramsey's people use one?

I didn't realize cell towers
were up and running.

They're not, Mr. President.

We haven't picked up a signal in months,

and none of these phones
have a single call or text.

But they were charged.
They're using them somehow.

You said they were trying to
set up a communication network.

- This must be it.
- Our techs are on it.

Meantime, we're going to lean
on our prisoners.

See what else we can get out of 'em.

This is good work.

But if we're going to win this war,
we need a plan.

First order of business,

show our fellow Americans
that we aren't the bad guys,

despite the lies
that Sean Ramsey's spreading.

Once in New Orleans,
we inoculate the survivors.

We make it clear that
the American government is back

and that we're on their side.

The survivors, mostly likely,
are living off-shore on boats.

We need an evacuation plan

in case the Ramseys are closing in.

By now, those boats may have
exhausted their fuel supplies.

So I suggest that we stockpile fuel
from local stations...

We got some intel on a safe zone
not far from here.

Could be a good place
for you and your people to resettle.

Helo's warming up.

I was going to check it out.

Want to take a ride?

I knew Cody was amped up
to join the fight.

He never would have stayed behind
if I'd gone along like you said.

There's an old saying.

"Anyone can hold the helm
when the sea is calm."

Being a leader is not about being perfect.

It's about weathering the storm
and carrying on.

I just want to go home.

I know, son.

We all do.

Feel better?

Yes, thank you.

My arm was really bruising.

You know, there was much times
on the Vyerni

when I thought about a moment like this.

Did you?

Well, I must admit,
we're quite a team, you and I.

A team with cause for celebration.

We solved our nebulizing problem.

Yes. Well, I mean,

we still need to find a factory, somewhere
we can mass-produce the powder.

And we need planes, lots of planes.

You know, I always wanted to get
my pilot's license.

Actually, we don't have need
for any of that.

No planes.

No factories.

No powder, even.

I don't understand.
How do you want to spread the vaccine?

Well, if you think about it,

you were able to kill 5 billion people
simply by breathing.

So, the key to transmission
lies within you.

If I could teach healthy lungs
to hold and reproduce the cure

the same way yours do with
the virus, well, then I could...

You could make the cure contagious.

Of course, the trick would be
understanding just how your body does it,

to be able to compare
the DNA sequence change

between yours and the primordial.

- You have my blood samples.
- I do.

The problem is, is the virus.

It resides exclusively in your lungs,
as we both know.

That's the reason why it's so contagious.

So, what do we do?
You want to take a biopsy?

No. No, no. No.

See, that wouldn't work,
because it's likely

in the deepest recesses of your lungs,

mixed in with thousands
of other innocuous viruses,

so what I'm going to need to do is

just flush out the poisonous one.

Flush it out? How?

Well, you remember those brilliant little
DNA scissors?

Well, they're not only capable
of adding a gene.

They can also remove one.

So, I'm going to undo what you did.

I'm going to separate your gene

from the virus inside your body.

I'm sorry, but that would never work.

Well, yes, actually, it will,

if they have identical stability sequences
on either side, and...

You gave me yours.

That would kill me.

The gene would be liberated,

and the virus would explode
out of your lungs

and into the rest of your body
and, well...

There's just so much of it.

If you think I would just allow you to...

I mean, you are completely insane!

I've already done it, Niels.

The virus is doing its work as we speak.

What's going on in there?

The people on this ship
will sleep better tonight,

knowing that it died with you.

Dr. Scott, are you all right?

I helped you.

Yes, you did.

Dr. Scott!

You're going to help all of us.

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