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(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)

Gator.

Any sign of the sub?

The sonobuoys we placed
in the canal indicate

they're patrolling
in a standard search pattern here to here.

SLATTERY: And with Nathan James hiding out
here in the pass?

They're closing in on us, sir,
little by little.

How long before they pinpoint
our location?

It's hard to say, sir,
but it could be a matter of hours.

Once we enter their kill box,
it's a shooting gallery.

If we go deeper into the pass,
it might buy us a little more time.

CHANDLER: No.

We're not hiding any longer,

and we're not waiting for Ramsey
to make the first move.

If that sub's waiting for us
at the mouth of the river,

we go around, take her on from the flank.

This ends today.

Aye, sir.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

THE
LAST SHIP

So, this is where it all happens, huh?

Always with the secrecy.

You wonder why people don't trust you.

I know why people don't trust us. You.

And because of that,
four of my friends are dead.

Well, Sean lied to me, too.

Right. So, which is it?

Are you with us
or are you gonna keep taking shots?

Because we've got work to do.

Can you reconnect
to the Valkyrie network or not?

You have an antenna lead?

Then let's find out.

So, this woman, Val,
is trying to link back into her network?

As we speak.

And you feel we can trust her?

I think she's been won over.

But we'll be observing
everything she does.

And we still have no sonar?

No, sir. Our engineering team
is trying to rig up a depth finder,

but once we go hot with it,

we'll be putting
10 times more current through it

than it was designed for.

So it may burn out?

Could last an hour.

More likely, minutes.

And without it?

No sonar, no way to see that sub.

So you'll just have one shot at them?

That's assuming it works at all.

Well...

Should be interesting.

I can't have you here
when it all goes down.

Not you, not Dr. Scott and her team,

not Ray and the kids, not the cure.

Especially not the cure.

You can't tell me
it's safer on land than here,

not with roving Immune armies

and non-Immunes conned by Ramsey.

Mr. President, as of today,

this ship has gone from being
one of the safest places on Earth

to one of the most dangerous.

You'll disembark with a team
of our most experienced operators,

led by the XO,

along with the other assets
we can't afford to lose.

I understand about the cure,
about Dr. Scott, and about the children,

but I'm the Commander in Chief--

Which is why you need
to be protected at all costs.

You saw what happened
the last time we faced these guys.

There's no real choice here, sir.

MAN: Hey!

Hey, you see anything over there?

No. You?

Just a matter of time.

Head east.

Navy ship can't hide long in these waters.

We've picked up radio chatter
from over a dozen boats in the area.

American civilians are closing in

at the mouths of all the canals
between us and the open sea,

here, here, here, and here.

We're completely surrounded.

They're forming a blockade
trying to force us toward the sub.

How do you know where they are?

I accessed the Deadman network

and plotted the position
of all the phones.

I thought only the Immunes
had the Deadman game.

They do.

Sir, it looks like
the Immunes and the civilians

are working side by side.

Sean Ramsey ordered the blockade directly.

Can't you shut down the network,
keep them from communicating altogether?

I built the network
so it can't be killed that way.

You'd have to physically disable
each relay station.

Clever.

I thought so.

At the time.

We can't just sit here
trapped on the canal.

Give me three operators,
a couple RPGs, and a RHIB.

We'll take out the blockade ourselves.

We're not firing on American civilians
under any circumstances.

With all due respect, sir,
those civilians fired on us,

drew first blood.

Lieutenant, the President's right.

Even if we use our non-lethals,

the instant those civilian boats see us,

they'll give our position to the sub.

Then we head right into the ambush,
take our chances in a dogfight.

No. There's another way.

I can't kill my network,

but I can flood it with disinformation.

Spoof messages
saying we're somewhere else.

Send the civilians on a wild goose chase.

And away from us.

Till someone shows up on a Jet Ski,

sees there's only open ocean
where we're supposed to be.

Oh, I can take care of that.

Bounce messages off multiple repeaters
so the boats think you're on the move.

Then everywhere they show up,
it'll look like you just left.

And if the sub bought it...

They'd head north, too.

We could send Ramsey racing
to a location of our choosing

and cut him off.

That would be your one shot.

Ooh!

I can almost smell the jambalaya.

You know, I grew up
just 20 miles north of here.

I remember.

What? You figure you're getting
a homecoming dinner?

What do you mean?

You got eyes, don't you?

Even if we beat that sub,

I don't recognize this country anymore.

Well, I guess we'll just have to work
a little harder to get it back.

Know what I'm saying?

You all right, radish?

Just lost a bunch of my friends.

Maybe gonna lose the rest of them now.

Ravit was the closest thing
I had left to family.

But we march on, mate.

It's all we can do.

- Do you need help with this, sir?
- Thank you.

What's your name, son?

Ray Diaz.

Future Secret Service man.

Hey, Doc.

(GUN COCKS)

Just in case.

Clips to your belt.
Wraps around your upper thigh.

I'll let you put it on.

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant.

You doing okay?

Good as I can be.

Stay safe out there, okay?

You too.

Kara.

This sub...

You've beaten them before.

You'll sink it this time.

Don't you dare make me
raise this child by myself.

That will not happen.

Okay?

(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

I'll see you soon.

Okay.

Figures the one time
you don't go with the land team,

all the action's gonna be on the ship.

The cure's the thing.

Whatever happens,
I know you'll get it where it needs to go.

It's coming right back here.

I'm glad you're so confident.

Well, it sucks, though.

I really wanted to be there
when you sank that son of a bitch.

For my family.

Understood.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Commander.

Commander.

Land teams, let's load up the RHIBs.
Move out!

SLATTERY: Burk, Miller, you're on POTUS.

Walkies are off.
All comms are face-to-face.

We do not, under any circumstances,
make contact with the ship.

We are officially dark

till we hear from them
that they've killed that sub.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

We'll be putting juice down
all 50 leads now.

It's gonna light up like a flashbulb.

(GARNETT GRUNTS)

How's it coming?

About halfway through, ma'am.

Thanks for your help, Master Chief.

Kind of shorthanded down here.

Brilliant idea, ma'am,

turning the depth finder
into a sub-hunting sonar.

Yeah, well, it's only brilliant
if it works.

CHANDLER: We're betting
that the sub is roughly here.

We're gonna spoof that we're
at the mouth of Quarantine Bay.

That should draw the civilians
out of the waterways north.

If the sub takes the bait,
they'll head along this route.

That's where they'll get the most depth.

And stealth.

Yes, sir.

Assuming the civilians clear
the blockade and head upriver,

we'll make the turn out of Pass a Loutre

and head northeast
up through the main pass.

And if all goes as planned,
we'll make contact right here.

Hit them while they're looking
the other way.

We'll need to be completely silent
when we reach the opening,

or the sub will hear us coming.

So we build up a good head of steam,

kill the engines,
and coast into open water,

light up that sonar,
and fire at whatever's there.

Once sonar's up,
we can fix target and fire

in less than 10 seconds, sir.

Very well.

Sir, we have a remote connect with CESS
so Val can work from here.

This goes wrong, a lot of people
are gonna get caught in the crossfire.

It'll work.

Time to flood the network, then.

Let Ramsey's armada know Nathan James
has been spotted and on the move.

Start now.

(EXHALES SHAKILY)

(SIGHS)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Relax.

I'm not a double agent.

I'm on the ship, too.

I'm not worried.

First sign you're not on our side,

I'll kill you myself.

(CHUCKLES)

SHIP SPOTTED NEAR QUARANTINE BAY!
GOT A VISUAL

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Sir, incoming messages indicate
civilians are responding.

They're on the move.
Looks like they're buying it.

On the move and headed north.

Just make sure
you don't put us too far east.

We need that sub to cross
the mouth of the northern pass.

OOD, get the ship underway.

Let's move.

Aye, sir.

Hell of a day to sink a ship, is it not?

MEN: Right. Yeah!

Any news?

Not yet.

The plan's closing in on him, though.

Civilians got all
the escape routes blockaded now.

They'll flush them right out to us,
and then it's over.

Multiple sightings of the destroyer, sir.

Speak of the devil. Where?

Says here, Quarantine Bay.

You slippery bastard.

Must have flown the coop
before the blockade formed.

Well, so much for your American armada.

They let a 500-foot ship
get right past them.

Fret not, bruv. I've got a contingency
on land for this very reason.

Have Ian ready the rocket battery.

We're gonna give him
something to shoot at.

Right, guv.

We got them.

Don't lose faith in me now.

Set a new course,
come 2-9-5, Quarantine Bay.

All ahead full.

Aye, sir. Setting new course, 2-9-5.

Around the next bend
is where we estimated

the American blockade to be, sir.

You sure they're all gone.

Should be.

Everyone with a phone, at least.

(PHONE BEEPS)

CIC, bridge.

Bring all non-lethal
countermeasures online.

If there are American boats
around this bend,

we do not shoot to kill.

TAO, aye. Combat, ready LAWs and LRAD.

Here we go, sir.

First time in my life,
I'm hoping not to see any Americans.

(ALL SIGHING)

It worked.

Good job.

Now keep it going.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(ANIMALS CHATTERING)

This is it.

Taylor, Miller, Cruz, set security.

Ray, I think it's time
you got your people fed.

Remember, rations might
have to last us the week.

All right, guys, chow time.

Two granola bars each
and half a liter of water.

Next meal's at 1900.

Next mark, southeast corner of Black Bay.

Got it.

We're keeping the American
armada on the move, sir.

If the sub has joined the hunt,
I estimate they're here,

heading right for our ambush.

How long till we're out of the canal?

- Ten minutes, sir.
- Perfect.

CCS, bridge.

Stand by to go hot with the sonar.

I want to test her out.

Copy that, sir.

Go ahead, Eng.

Sending juice to the sonar head.

(MACHINERY WHIRRING)

-(SIZZLING)
-(GASPS)

Ma'am, you can cook a steak
on this thing.

It's gonna get even hotter
once we go active.

Ma'am, can you call the galley

and have them start sending
buckets of ice?

I'll organize a team.

(EXHALES)

Hardest thing about good-bye is,

all the things you didn't say.

All the unresolved stuff...

Your feelings, whatnot.

You and the captain...

You'll get a chance
to say what you need to.

The hell is that?

RACHEL: That Child is sick.

Shh! Stay put.

You want me to stay put

when you know very well
that I can heal her?

Until this battle is over,
we don't exist out here.

Once the captain gives the all-clear,
we can go after them if you want.

By which stage, she'll be dead.

- Excuse me.
- Damn it!

Wait! Dr. Scott!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Excuse me. The girl is sick.

-(GUN COCKING)
- Hold it!

Whoa! Whoa!

- Listen to me.
- Not another step, or I'll shoot!

The girl is sick.

You all are.

- We have the cure.
- Got him.

Hold your fire, Burk.

I can help you.

Don't lie to me! I know what you are!

I'm not lying to you.

- I got the shot. I can take him.
- Hold your fire.

MASE: Y'all stay back!
We don't want no trouble!

Easy, cowboy.

I'm gonna treat the child.

If you want to stop me,

you're gonna have to shoot me.

All right?

Stay back.

WOMAN: Mase.

MASE: Stay back!

Lower it, Mase!

It's all right.

RACHEL: It's all right.

Give me your hands.

You said you could cure my daughter.

I already have.

I already have.

MASE: Sorry we came at you like that.
We thought you was Immunes.

We was sure of it, the way you came at us.

No one was wearing any masks.

They was the ones gave us the sickness

at one of they camps.

Wrapped my daughter up in
one of they infected blankets.

Couple days later...

First sign of the fever,
they kicked us out.

We found a car,

but it died on the road
a few miles north of here.

Where were you headed?

Back home.

To do what?

To be together.

You're not gonna die.

The cure is contagious as the common cold.

You sure you don't want
to give them the shot?

You never tried this on a human before.

It's gonna work, Tex.

All right.

SLATTERY: Lieutenant Green,

bring these people
some MREs and water, please.

Yes, sir.

Y'all with the Navy, then.

Yes, ma'am.

We should tell them.

Tell us what?

When we were there at the Immune camp,

yesterday morning, right before we left,
we heard some people talking.

They said some English ones from the sub
was bringing something to Lomas Point,

something to sink your ship.

What do you mean, "something"?

I got the idea it was
some kind of gun or tank...

Serious artillery.

They just said it was something big

and it could take you out.

If it's a threat, we better warn them.

Yeah, if we warn them,
it could give up both our positions.

Well, then, we got to go
after them ourselves.

Lomas Point's
just a few miles north of here.

Mr. President?

Do what you got to do.

We'll be fine here.

Tex, Green, gear up.

We take one RHIB. Everyone else stays put.

Burk, it's on you now here.

Don't worry, XO. I got it.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

MAN: Lots of sightings, sir.

Ship's on the move again,
heading north-northwest.

It's all the way up to Black Bay.

He's moving fast.

Too fast for someone
trying to tiptoe around a sub.

Bloody hell.

Val.

Stand by to go hot with the sonar.

All engines stop. E-stop all main engines.

CCS, bridge, e-stop all main engines.

- All stop, aye.
- Feather props.

We're drifting into the fight zone.

Keep an eye on our speed as we decelerate.

If we start to lose steerage,
I want to know.

Aye, sir.

CCS, Captain.

On my call, fire it up.

Aye, sir.

CIC, prepare to calculate
a fire-control solution.

TAO, aye.

Now.

-(GRUNTS)
-(MACHINERY WHIRRING)

(SONAR PINGING)

Where are they?

(CHIRPS)

Shut it down.

(WHIRRING STOPS)

What the hell?

What?

I could swear I just heard something.

We got pinged?

No, it was an echo off the sea bottom.

But it's gone now.

Go active sonar?

No. Not yet.

How much speed left?

6 knots, sir.

We lose steering at three-and-a-half,
approximately 90 seconds from now.

I can't spoof you any deeper into the bay.

It'll look like you're on land.

TAO.

Roll FIS. Green. Ready torpedoes.

TAO, aye.

-(BEEPING)
- FIS is green.

On my mark.

- Target, sir?
-l'm working on it.

Speed?

Four-and-a-half.

- NED: What are you doing?
- Shh!

He's close.

Helmsman...

Come right.

Steer course 0-9-5.

Aye, sir.

Sonar

You got one more in you?

Ready as we'll ever be, sir.

Fire it up on my call.

Spin the prop a moment.

Full slow, rudder a touch to port.

Aye, sir.

Light it up.

-(GRUNTS)
-(MACHINERY WHIRRING)

Keep 'em coming!

(SONAR PINGING)

Contact! They're here!

Son of a...

Where?

He's right below us.

CHANDLER: We can't fire
with them right below us.

Come to full power!
All engines ahead, flank three!

GATOR: All engines ahead,
flank three, aye!

(ENGINES ROARING)

NATHAN JAMES

We need room.

Engines, all ahead full.

Ave, sir!

They're accelerating.

Right 20-degree rudder.

Stay on him!

- CIC, prepare to fire.
- Yes, sir.

Is he turning? Stay under him.

As soon as the bottom drops off,
we dive and fire on my order.

MAN: Aye!

Stay on them!

- How fast are they moving?
- Approaching 30 knots, sir.

He's going too fast.

CCS, disengage rev limiters.
Override engine safeties.

Come on. Kick it into overdrive.

I got a surprise for ya.

O'CONNOR: Come on!
We need more ice!

Come on, baby! Stay with me!

Fire torpedoes, sir?

Too close. They're almost right above us.

I'm ready to fire right now, sir.

We'll blow ourselves bloody up!

We can stay under him
until we reach deep water.

We're coming up on deep water!
He's gonna dive!

How long before we can dive?

Two klicks to the trench, sir.

They have to know
we're running for the deep.

They're gonna make a move any second.

On my mark, all back full!

- Arm torpedoes.
- Aye, sir!

- Call it out when we can dive.
- Yes, sir!

- Engage emergency power.
- Engaging!

500 meters from the shelf!

- Prepare to fire.
- A ye, sir.

Fire while diving. Release at 100 meters.

Prepare to dive!

Come on! More ice!

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

This thing's going!

No sonar!

Dive now! Dive! Dive! Dive!

( KLAXON BLARING)

We're at the drop-off, sir!

All engines back full!

(GRUNTS)

Fire torpedoes!

Four downrange now!

(TORPEDOES FIRING)

Man your station.

Eighty-five meters

Ninety! Ninety-five!

- Call it!
- Fire torpedoes!

(TORPEDOES FIRING)

Hydrophone effects! We've got incoming!

I count three! Now four!

Emergency dive!

Full ahead! Point her down!

TAO, what's the status of our torpedoes?

Captain, we're blind here. Sonar's out.

He's probably launched on us.

Hard right rudder!

(ENGINES ROAR)

Activate Prairie Masker air.
Launch acoustic decoys.

(RAPID BEEPING)

-(BEEPING QUICKENS)
- Shit!

(EXPLODING)

I need eyes out there.
Did we hit them or not?

MAN". Torpedo trails, portside, 0-1-0!

All hands, brace for shock!

Holy shit!

(EXPLODING)

- We're hit!
-(ALARM BLARING)

DC Central, dispatch teams
to portside midships.

-(ALARMS BLARING)
- Fire on deck 4, portside amidships!

Fire in the magazine!
Fire in the magazine!

MAN: Captain, fire in the weapons room!

Flood it! Flood projectiles magazine!

Port shaft is down!
No turns on portside shaft!

Enable shaft seal. Head 2-9-0.
Maintain evasive action.

Seal compartments,

frames 7-2 through 1-2-4,
decks 4, 5, and 6.

Set primary boundaries.

Frames 7-2 through 1-2-4,
decks 4, 5, and 6.

(BLARING CONTINUES)

Commander! O'Connor!

Come on!

Ship's flooding!
They're gonna seal us in here!

Ma'am, come on!

(GASPING)

Come on out. This way.

TAO, status.

Did we hit that sub or not?

We cannot confirm, sir.

ALISHA: Magazine's flooded, sir.

We're out of weapons.

SARAH: Yeah. She's getting better.

Whatcha doing, Doc?

Documenting history.

A contagious cure.

(RADIO STATIC)

Any word?

Nothing.

TAO, what's left in the holster?

Just the rounds in the 5-inch, sir.

How many?

Four.

If all we got are surface weapons,
we'll make this a surface fight.

Head 2-9-5. Go for shallow water.

We'll make that sub show its ugly face.

(ALARM BLARING)

OLIVER: Switching to emergency generators!

Pressure hull's buckled, sir!
We got to surface!

Shut your mouth! Turn for target!

Back at them? Are you completely mad?

He said, "Turn to target," mate! Do it!

Drive them to the rocket battery!

Get us to periscope depth!

Guys, have a look.

That's a truck hauling something heavy.

Yeah.

On me.

Oh. That is some piece of hardware.

TEX". That's a ship killer, all right.

One of those warheads
hits the James, she's sunk.

GREEN: Looks like the same guys
we fought on Solace.

I count seven.

Well, let's see if we can
take that bad boy out.

XO.

Oh, Tommy. What'd you go and do?

Sir, approaching shoal water fast.

How deep?

35 feet below the keel.
Seabed's rock here, sir.

If we touch at this speed,

we're gonna take the bottom
out of the ship.

Not much longer.

It's too late to warn the ship.
They're already in firing range.

Okay. Here's the plan, boys.

- Win.
- Good plan.

Not long, guys.
This is what we've been waiting for.

I'll draw their fire.

(GUNS FIRING)

(GRUNTS)

Cover me!

(GRUNTING)

(WEAPON WHIRRING)

OLIVER: Dead to rights at 2-9-0!

- All full ahead.
- Aye, sir.

- Arm torpedoes.
- Aye, sir.

Submarine on our six o'clock,
200 meters, bearing 2-9-5.

They're accelerating!

(GUN COCKING)

(GRUNTING)

MAX: 400 meters, sir! Locked on target!

Prepare to fire!

GATOR: Submarine 300 meters,
coming straight at us, sir!

Buttonhook starboard!

Aren't you a little old for this?

Eh?

(SCREAMING)

Come on!
Come on.

(GUN FIRING)

-(GRUNTS)
-(BONES CRACK)

(GRUNTING)

TAO, fire control will fire
as 5-inch bears on target.

- On your call.
- Aye, sir.

Once that sub clears
our superstructure, we fire.

(WHIRRING)

Solved! On your order, sir!

Sub's locked on us! They're going to fire!

KARA: Sir, we still don't have a shot.

Maintain heading!

And...

(EXPLODING)

(CHUCKLING) Cheers, asshole.

TAO, let's finish the job.

Fire four at will.

MAN: Abandon ship!

Get back! Get back to your posts!

- Get back to your posts! That's an order!
-(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

We're chosen!

(SIGHS)

(EXPLOSIONS IN DISTANCE)

GATOR'. We did it, sir.

We did it.

(PANTING)

TEX". That is a damn fine sight.

Amen.

Vulture Team...

The sub is sinking.

Saddle up.

We're headed home.

It's over.

It's over.

Come here.

SARAH: Thank you.

JEFFREY: It worked.

Your cure,

it's a miracle.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(SCREAMING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

English - SDH