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- MAN: Here he comes! Mr. President!
- (CHEERING)

JEFFREY: Thank you very much.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Six commandos in here.
I counted four in the hallway.

That goon over there in the blue shirt.
With all the scruff, looking around?

He was on Solace.
He recognizes me, we got problems.

Sir, is that really the President?

Well, if everyone in the bunker's
really dead, yeah, he was next in line.

- (CHEERING CONTINUES)
- How are you?

Looks to me like he's playing a part.

His body language, expression,
the way the two guys are up against him.

Nice to meet you.

He's being held against his will.

If they have him, and they can somehow
piece the country together,

get communications up,

they'll control everything.

The federal reserve, the military.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

Thank you very much.

One way or another, we're getting
our Commander-In-Chief out of here.

♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(PANTING)

Cover for me.

- Need some help there, boss?
- Yeah, man, thanks.

What is this place anyway?

- Lots of people, lots of mouths to feed.
- Yeah?

It's a go for Tiger team.

Sir, we've got Tiger.

(BEEPING)

(LINE RINGS)

Green, tell me the CO's
standing with you?

That's a negative, sir.
No contact or visual with Vulture team.

I'm on a rooftop 500 yards
north of your whiskey, Tiger.

- What's your con ops?
- Well, sir, we are improvising.

All seems quiet in the compound.

CO most likely got in undetected.

Yeah, or he walked in
and they pointed a gun to his head.

What's our rally point, Taylor?

There's a baseball field
a half a mile north of my whiskey.

At 30.275 north, 81.462 west.

Copy, 30.275 north,
81.462 west, ball field.

- Big enough to land our helo.
- That's the idea.

Roger, out. Find that.

Green, you've got company.

Signing off. (SNIFFS)

All right, boys!

Stack the boxes on the dollies
and roll them toward the side door.

All right.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

I got that one.

This goes to the scientist.

Whatever you say.

Impressive work, my friend.
This is more than I expected.

Ah, when the message is true,
people are sure to follow.

Take care.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TRUCK DOOR CLOSES)

There's still no contact with the sub.
I'm telling you it's that destroyer.

It's probably a problem with the repeater.

Ian knows he's not supposed
to talk to us direct.

Or maybe they're under attack.

Maybe he's sunk.

If he's sunk, he's sunk.
Nothing we can do about it now.

- You can't be serious.
- Nothing we can do about it now.

Got it?

Okay, brother.

I got it.

Right.

The boys saw a few stragglers
in that last supply run.

They're living in a trailer park
in the 115.

Niels has got a new magic trick
he wants to try.

You're gonna go with him. Get in that van.

Go on.

(VAN DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Sir, the rally point is here,
just north of Jacksonville.

We'll be in range to launch our helo
from here in about two hours

depending on headwinds.

Can't launch from open water,
not with the sub listening.

You gotta find me a more protected spot.

There's the mouth of the St. John's River.

Uh, the land mass should be able to block
our location if they try to ping us,

but it'll take an extra hour
to get there, sir.

OOD, set a new course
for the mouth of the St. John's River.

- OOD, aye. Quiet one, sir?
- Yes.

Helmsman, come left, steer course 325.

Activate prairie masker to conceal
our frequencies. Hold at 12 knots.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

- Hey! What are you doing over there?
- Uh, chill out, man. Just...

Taking a piss.

- Well, get back to work.
- You got it.

(SNIFFS)

- WOMAN: Hello, Mr. President.
- Appreciate it.

Thank you for being here.

- MAN: Mighty grateful to you, sir.
- Pleasure to meet you.

MAN 2: It is an honor and a pleasure, sir.

- (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
- Thank you.

- WOMAN 2: Thank you, sir.
- It's okay.

(STRAINING) Oh, my goodness.
Look at the size of this guy, huh?

(ALL LAUGHING)

He's a big kid.

You are special, young man.
You were chosen.

Like all of us.

Whatever we do, we need to do it fast.
They're moving the President tonight.

- To New Orleans?
- Whoa. Where'd you hear that?

Guard at the courtyard.

Tossed my hair a bit.
He gave up the goods.

- Any contact with Green and Taylor?
- Negative, sir.

Those trucks are going on a supply run.
They could be anywhere by now.

As long as your friend doesn't come back
from the Solace and make you,

my exfil plan could work
if we separate POTUS from the guards.

We need to move fast,
and he may need some convincing.

You were wrong about his body language.
He's not a hostage.

- He's with them?
- There's layers in these groups.

- He may not know what the real agenda is.
- I don't know how deep in he is,

but he has drunk some of the Kool-Aid,
that's for sure.

We gotta do this quietly.

If he's here on his own will,
that means he has power.

If he has power, he can be manipulated.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

There you are.

- The repeater's gone?
- Destroyed, like a pile of chum.

- It had to be that ship.
- We should alert the brothers.

If we rise up with no sound matting,
we might as well paint a bloody target

on the side of our sub.

It's gonna take days to fix the matting.

We can't just sit down here
with our thumbs up our asses.

Enough.

We ain't heard from that ship
in hours, man.

We gotta be far enough away.

Just 'cause we ain't heard them
don't mean they aren't out there.

And that makes you
the bloody expert, does it?

- Yes, you...
- Does it?

(ALL ARGUING)

Enough! Bloody hell!

A bloke can't even think
with all this ruckus.

Shut it! All of you! Shut it!

You yellow-bellied, whiny wankers.

I just...

I need to think.

(SQUEAKS)

(EQUIPMENT WHIRRING)

This machine
is very impressive, Dr. Scott.

Well, it's really thanks to
Commander Garnett and Lieutenant Chung.

I've administered the virus

- to these four mice.
- (MOUSE SQUEAKING)

And now...

It's time to introduce them to the cure.

(WHIRS AND BEEPS)

And then we wait.

(MICE SQUEAKING)

(MACHINE HISSES)

- So, all they have to do is breathe it in?
- Yes, all they have to do is breathe.

It works very much like an inhaler.

(SQUEAKING)

- Are you sure?
- It was him.

- He was experimenting on something.
- Jesus.

I thought we smoked that mofo
on the Vyerni.

Well, he's back from the dead.

- Hey, Pompano!
- Hey.

- Time to roll. Load up.
- Sweet.

- Where we goin'?
- A lot of people, a lot of mouths to feed.

What's with the motorcade?
I thought Sean wanted to keep this quiet.

They don't know what you're up to,
do they?

They're here for the supply run.
You're just a pit stop on the way.

Get in.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(CHEERING)

Mr. President. Good to meet you.

Is that your bag, ma'am?

- Is that your bag?
- No.

This has been sitting there
for about 20 minutes

and I could swear I hear beeping
coming from inside.

Beeping?

Look, I don't wanna be paranoid,
but that's the President, right?

Well, should we say something?

Bomb! There's a bomb in here!

(SCREAMING)

Oh, my God. The doors are locked!

Hey! Get me out of here!
Get me out of here! Get me out of here!

- Get out of my way! (GRUNTS)
- WOMAN: Get off of me.

Sir, get down. Get down!

(ALL SCREAMING AND YELLING)

- Mr. President.
- There was a bomb scare upstairs.

- What?
- It was just a knapsack. A woman panicked.

- It was nothing.
- It was not nothing.

I could've been trampled.

Somebody in the crowd was able
to get up right in my face.

If he hadn't stepped up
and fought the guy off,

who knows what would've happened?

He certainly could've got a shot off
or stabbed me.

So, you brought him up here?
What's he want? A trophy?

Easy, James. Manners.

- Sean Ramsey.
- Course, I know who you are.

Well, thanks for your help. All right?

No disrespect,

but, uh, here in the US of A,

we use more than two guys
to guard the President.

And we never leave his side.

You're right.

Giovanni, you're on POTUS detail
with these wankers.

Make sure something like this
never happens again.

No, I want him. I want an American.

- You got a name?
- Tommy.

- Where you from, Tommy?
- Worked as a bodyguard in New York.

I was protecting one of those teenage pop
stars in Miami when the virus broke out.

Next thing I know, people are dropping
like flies, but I'm still kicking.

Wasn't till I met one of your boys that...

I realized why.

I was chosen.

And your family?

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Wife didn't make it.

- So how'd you come to us then?
- Just got in on a bus from down south.

Must've ran into MacDowell then?

I was never really good with names.

Man was a good speaker, though.

So, you were chosen?

I know I was.

So that must mean that this is
where you're supposed to be

- at this very moment?
- Well, I don't know about that.

But if I were in the right place
at the right time,

let the chips fall.

The chips fall.

Welcome to the team, brother.

(EXHALES)

(HAMMER CLICKS)

Tommy.

You, stay close to him.

(GROANS)

(EXHALES)

You okay?

He didn't have to break it.

Don't be a baby.

Captain hasn't left the suite.
Think he pulled it off?

Any word on Michener's transport?

Still on schedule, according to my source.

You and that guard
seem to be getting along pretty well.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

- (CRACKS)
- Ah!

(GROANS)

Don't get your hopes up.

That was just an anesthetic.

DANNY: Niels, can you believe that shit?

How did he hook up with these assholes?

- What the hell do you think they're up to?
- I'm not sure.

But whatever it is,
he'll be spreading the virus.

You think they might recognize us?

Nah, we saw him for what?
All of 20 seconds?

And he was inside a bubble.

Well, you're a lot less recognizable
than me if it comes to that.

(SCOFFS)

I'm just saying.
I mean, you got that, um, vanilla thing.

- (LAUGHS)
- Look at me.

Okay, whatever you say, Duck Dynasty.

(LAUGHS)
Yeah, I'm a distinctive man.

(BEEPS)

Bloody hell.
We've got a bearing on that American ship.

It's in firing range and getting closer.

- They pinged us.
- No, not yet.

- We ought to take the shot.
- When we can't move?

We can move.

IAN: Without our sound matting,

we'll be as bright as
a friggin' firecracker to them.

I say we take the first shot, right now.
I like our chances.

- That's what Sean would want, anyway.
- That's what Ned would want.

Course, he don't mind the idea
of going to hell.

- I've got another mind about that.
- They're headed straight for our compound.

- I don't think that's an accident.
- Then take the bloody shot, then!

Take it!

SLATTERY: Still 20 miles
from the mouth of the river.

Let's hope we make it by the time
the boys call for the extraction.

And what if that sub's
parked off the coast waiting for us?

We'll cross that bridge
when we come to it.

I was thinking we should move Dr. Scott
somewhere safe,

somewhere off the ship.

She won't be any safer on land.

You know what they did
to Dr. Hunter and all the labs.

They got people
on the ground, Master Chief.

Sounds like a whole lot of them.
All over the place.

We're just one ship.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

"It is our responsibility as Immunes
to restore this great nation."

"And just as God chose Noah to survive
the flood of the Old Testament,

"he has chosen us to survive this plague

"that washed away the sins of our world."

Yes.

- Do I sound convincing?
- Do you believe it?

Why, yes. Of course,
but I don't have Sean's charisma.

I watched his videos.

I've seen the translations
into Spanish, Bulgarian.

You don't understand the language,
but you believe what he's saying.

Bulgaria?

He has followers everywhere.

I used to do Meet the Press
every once in a while,

but getting in front of
crowds like this... (SIGHS)

MAN: All right, now throw
these two on the top.

- All right, two more cards.
- Sir...

I hope I'm not out of line,

but you look tired.

Some fresh air might be good for you.

(EXHALES)

I'm sure we could clear the courtyard
of the volunteers

so you won't have to worry
about getting mobbed again,

right, fellas?

MAN: If that's what he wants.

Right.

Excuse me.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

- What's all these?
- What do you mean?

This is all that I've made.
We're going to find more survivors, no?

No, no, no. You do one a day.

And if that works, then we can
talk about doing more.

- Well, that's not what Sean said.
- Well, Sean ain't here.

Okay, fine, it's not what Sean said,
but all right.

So remember,

the gel, it soaks the fur,
so as long as the bear is wet,

it's contagious.

So really encourage the child
to squeeze the bear.

(LAUGHS) What the hell?
I'm not doing your dirty work for you.

Then I can't do it.

I mean, if I breathe on them,
they'll get the virus anyway.

It's not a controlled experiment.
We need to see if the bear works.

(SIGHS)
I need a volunteer.

Who likes kids?

Yeah, I'll go. I'll do it.

- Give it to him.
- What can I do for you, sir?

See that trailer park over there?

Go and, uh, go and hand it out
to one of the kids.

- It, uh, squeaks.
- (BEAR SQUEAKS)

Kids enjoy that.

Yeah, it's our way of making
friends in the community.

You know, they may not be immune,
but we got to be good neighbors.

And, you know, people are a bit skittish
of strangers, so this will loosen them up.

Yeah, sure.

Jimmy, take Willie and go and back him up.

I don't understand.
The machine didn't work?

No, the machine is not the problem.

The mice closest to the porthole

were able to inhale
the vaccine immediately.

So, by the time the powder
made its way to the second chamber,

it must've lost its potency.

Imagine dropping it from 300 feet.

We'll be lucky if anyone
catches the therapeutic dose.

It'll be completely inactive
by the time it reaches the ground.

(SQUEAKING)

So, what do we do?

I don't know yet.

Let's go, everybody! Over here. Over here.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Sir? We're all set.

Well, it doesn't look like anyone's here.
I guess we should head back.

That's Sean's little brother.
We do what he says.

Keep looking.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(SIGHS)
Help you with something?

I feel like we've met.

(CHUCKLES)
Not unless you've been to Reno.

(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY
OVER RADIO)

No, I don't know
where is this Reno, but...

We've met before.

- You're creeping me out, man.
- Ah.

This is Cobra. I've got eyes on CO.

He's with three other men.
Not sure who they are.

But they're on the move.
How soon until you can launch the helo?

Still six miles out, sir.

MAN: I don't see anyone. You?

What are you waiting for?

Maybe you guys should stay back.

We don't wanna scare her.

- All right.
- Okay.

The Vyerni. Yeah, that's it.

You know, I think Ned and his brother
would be very interested to find out

who you really are, huh?

Does he know who you are?

I bet his people won't be very happy
to find out

that their whole belief system's
just a sham,

that they ain't chosen,
and you're just the lab rat

that started all this.

- They need me.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

More than they need to believe
their own story?

Hi there.

My name is Danny.

What's your name?

Laura.

- Hi, Laura.
- What's that?

No, no, don't come any closer.

I need you to turn around and run away
as fast as you can.

- Why?
- Doesn't matter. Just go.

Go!

Hey!

Okay, hold, hold!

The virus is all over this thing!

That scientist is trying to
poison innocent people

- to weed out immunes.
- We got our orders, friend.

Look, you see this? You see this?

You see this? What do you think this is?

What do you think that is?

- What is that?
- Believe me.

These people are not
who they pretend to be.

Now put down your guns, save yourselves,
and get outta here!

Sorry, we can't do that, man.
I suggest you stop talking.

You're making a mistake.

(GRUNTING)

MAN: What was that?

- He's not one of us!
- Hold up. Hold up.

He's from the ship!
He's from the Nathan James!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

No! No, no, no! No.

(NIELS GRUNTING)

- Get in!
- (GUNS FIRING)

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

- Help. I'm hit.
- (GRUNTING)

- (GUNS FIRING)
- (MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

TEX: Get in!

I got him! I dropped that scumbag!

(BEEPING)

Starting our ascent to radio depth.

Verify sonar with fire control.

- If you see anything, we dive immediately.
- Aye.

Sir? We're picking up something on sonar.

Three nautical miles away,
close to the surface.

- This one's moving.
- That has to be our sub.

Set quiet two and EMCON.
Alert Tiger and Cobra.

Bridge, it's the XO.
Reduce speed to 4 knots.

Can't risk a fight now.
We've gotta get our people out of there.

- I've got a bearing of 170.
- Make ready ASROCs and stand by.

- Sir?
- If they fire, we fire back.

This is Tiger team
standing by rally point.

Requesting immediate extract.

Tiger? Cobra.

Ship's at EMCON.

Roger that. Any sign of the captain?

(GROANS)

(GROANS LOUDLY)

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(PANTING)

(ALARM WAILING)

MAN: Stop! You!

Where are you going?

JEFFREY: What's the problem?

Mr. President,
we need you to come with us.

- What the hell's going on?
- We're under attack.

Some of our guys were picked off
at the drop site.

We have orders to evacuate the President.
Get him back to the sub. Now!

Wait!

We go out that way, he'll be mobbed.

We need to take him out back.

(ORDERING IN ITALIAN)

MAN: Secure the compound! Lock it up!
Go, go, go!

MAN 2: Go, go! You heard him! Let's go!

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Hey! Hey, what's this alarm?

- Maybe they made the captain.
- The courtyard's blown.

- There's half a dozen commandos out there.
- We gotta get to the kitchen. Come on.

- We need our helo in the air.
- Sir, we cannot launch the helo

until we are into the mouth of the harbor.

- How much further?
- Half a mile, sir.

At reduced speed,
we're still seven minutes away.

SEAN: Seal the exits!

There are people from that
bloody ship inside here!

No one leaves this compound, you hear me?

I've got it, I've got it!

No one leaves! Stay inside!
No one leaves this compound!

(ALARM CONTINUES WAILING)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

MAN: Move it! Move it!

Okay, you two, left!

Secure the President.

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(GRUNTING)

(GUN FIRING)

(GUN CLICKS)

(GUN CLATTERS)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(CLATTERING)

- (SCREAMS)
- (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(SCREAMING)

- (UTENSILS CLATTER)
- (EXHALES DEEPLY)

Exfil point is blown.
We can't go out back.

- Who are you?
- Mr. President, we don't have much time.

I'm Commander Tom Chandler.
We're the United States Navy.

Sean Ramsey is not who you think he is.
He's a terrorist threatening this country.

- We got to get you out of here right now.
- RAVIT: Uh-uh.

Sir!

With all due respect...

Let's move.

(SONAR PINGING)

Quarter mile, sir.

MAN: Five meters.

Three meters.

Two.

On radio depth.

- MAN 1: Hey, stop!
- MAN 2: What are you doing here?

(GRUNTS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

Set.

We've got the sub!

Ian, where the hell have you been?

That ship blew up our repeater.

We've got them in our sight.

Stop them!

Ian, fire!
Blow that ship out of the water!

- Go active sonar!
- Aye.

(SONAR PINGS)

(GRUNTS)

Tiger, Cobra! This is Vulture!
What's the extraction point?

I say again, what is the extraction point?

We got Vulture team, sir!

Rally point's at the baseball field a half
a mile north-northeast your whiskey.

See you in five.

- Gator?
- Almost there.

- Sir, we're being pinged.
- (PINGING)

ASROCs armed and ready, sir.

30 seconds till target.
Weapons locked and loaded, mate.

Prepare to fire!

Clear!

- Gator!
- 300 yards, sir.

MAN: 10 seconds to lock on.

200.

(SONAR PINGING)

Gator!

- Clear, sir!
- (PINGS)

- I've lost them.
- Lost them?

- How the bloody hell did you lose them?
- Get up! Move! Move!

- Put the helo in the air.
- ASTAC, TAO. Launch the helo.

- (BLADES WHIRRING)
- (MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER RADIO)

- Help. I'm bleeding.
- Apply pressure, dipshit.

I'll cut your heart out,
you piece of shit!

I'm dying. I'm dying-

Hey, don't kill him. He could be useful.

Here comes Vulture.

- Where's our ride?
- Unclear. Ship's at EMCON.

Where the hell did you find him?

Helo's inbound.
Secure LZ perimeter.

Let's move!

Come on, you dirt bag.

Green! Move it!

Come on! Move it! Move it!

We got company!

(GUNS FIRING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Get in, dirt bag!

(GRUNTING)

Come on.

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

Set!

Thought you and Dr. Scott
might wanna have a chat with him!

Who's that?

Jeffrey Michener, Commander-In-Chief!

- Come again, boss?
- He's the President of the United States!

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER RADIO)

They're taking Niels to the medical bay.

Doc Rios says it's gonna be
a touch and go.

And the infected toys,
are you sure you destroyed them all?

Yes, sir.

All but one.

- What's this?
- I think you better sit down.

SEAN: No, no, no, no, no!

How the hell could this happen?

(SEAN HUFFS)

You lost Niels.

You lost your president.

You almost lost me, brother.

And for what?

For this stinking country,

with its filthy, ungrateful buggers.

If we don't attack now,

that bloody ship is gonna kill
every last one of us.

You, me,

every man on our sub.

Now what are you gonna do about it?

- (MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)
- (SIGHS, SNIFFLES)

They're organized, Mike,
much more than you'd imagine.

Our country's been
without a leader for months now.

It was only a matter of time
before somebody like Ramsey'd

come along and try to take power.

He's got something.

These people believe what he's selling.

You can't do this to me! You can't.

You have no right to do this to me.
No right! You hear me?

Well, our Commander-In-Chief doesn't seem
too happy to be with us, does he?

Well, that's something
we're gonna have to change.

Won't be easy,
if he really is one of them.

This country needs a leader
almost as much as it needs a cure.

Ramsey was gonna use the President
to win the hearts and minds of America.

Now that's exactly what we're gonna do.

♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

ENGLISH - SDH