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We got two more
bodies coming out of the water.

Look like children. Aw, hell.

Roger that. Confirmed at this time.

Anyone within range of Pier 2,
we need fire and rescue.

We got a large craft fire.
Dozens of folks still inside.

We need to find my daughter!

Her name is Anabelle. Please!

We can't find them!
Their boat just blew up!

Please come quick!

Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!

This is New Orleans PD,
Sergeant Truitt.

I need all security teams
to check in now, all hands.

We need to know your status.

Roger that. It's bad.

Oh, man.

Look what the Navy did to us.

Turn it off.

What's the status on sonar?

Sir, the torpedo blast ruptured
several pipes in sonar's cooling skid.

It's fixable, I think, but not quickly.

Heading into open sea with no ears

and no idea where that sub
is prowling, that's suicide.

And now, New Orleans burning,
and we can't do a damn thing about it.

Pardon me, Mr. President, sir,

recommend using our helo
to drop passive sonobuoys

at both entry points to the canal.

Remote sonar, sir.

Acts as an early-warning system
until we get sonar back up.

That'll buy us some time.

First hit on the buoys,
we go to quiet 2, hunt that sub.

ASTAC, TAO, load passive buoys.

Till then, we repair the sonar.

Let the land team do what it can do
to help the people of New Orleans.

- Aye, sir.
- Understood.

I want those buoys onboard.
Get that bird in the air.

Cobra team, give me a sitrep.

Sir, we've been working through
the night, pulling out survivors.

We got at least a couple dozen
wounded here on the beach.

We're doing what we can, sir.

Any sign of Ramsey or his people?

Negative, sir.

These people are not immune,
and they don't know what hit them.

- Stay away!
- Hang on.

- No! Don't get me sick!
- We're not sick, okay?

Look, you're hurt. Let me help you.
Come on.

Hey, Cletus!

Don't just sit there! Move your ass!

Washed up in the debris
were parts of a limpet mine.

Looks like it was attached
to the hull of a sailboat.

Help is on the way.

So, Ramsey's people set
bombs all over the flotilla,

just waited for us to show up,
set them off.

Continue search and rescue and report.

Sir, we're getting another broadcast.

Play it, please.

People of the surrounding area,
my name is Sean Ramsey.

I'm a lieutenant commander
in the British Royal Navy.

I came here as an ally
of your United States Navy,

but that was before I learned the truth.

Shock. You breathe easy.

Take care of her.

The release of the deadly virus
by your military,

and the subsequent government cover-up.

By now, many of you will have seen

the horrible video captured
by witnesses on the scene.

The US Navy ship that
attacked New Orleans harbor

was flying the American flag,

but it doesn't represent you good people.

That ship is a key part
of a larger conspiracy

to take over this country,

and it won't be stopped until you are dead

and a New World Order is established.

I know it's heartbreaking and...

"New World Order,"
that's a good one, bruv.

Difficult to believe.

I thought so.

But soon, you will have more evidence

of the US Navy's role
in creating the deadly virus.

That is why we have created
this mobile network

to get out the truth.

Valkyrie working all right?

Broadcasting perfectly, sir.

And all the data's been uploaded.

We Brits have not forgotten our
special relationship with America.

The signal's coming from land, sir.

It's like the Bluetooth,
but somehow boosted to go long-range.

You don't need the Deadman app to hear it?

No, like the video
of the flotilla blowing up,

all anyone needs is to turn on their
phone to pick up the broadcast.

I'm still not sure how they're doing it.

And to the captain of the
USS Nathan James,

who has kidnapped the American president

and wreaked havoc on this great nation.

Hear this.

We are coming for you.

You cannot hide from justice.

No matter where you go,
there will be no safe harbor.

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I'm sorry to add to
your workload right now.

I could've gone to Doc Rios, but...

I don't know.

Something weird about getting
a pregnancy checkup from the HMC.

It's a welcome distraction.

Rest assured,

everything's completely normal.

With you, anyway.

It's just...
I want to be useful to the ship.

For as long as I can.

I understand the feeling.

Oh, God. I'm sorry.

Not at all.

Thank you.

For everything.

Attention on deck!

Sir.

Am I interrupting?

No, sir.

I'm back on duty in five minutes.

Very well.

How ready are you to get
your new version of the cure

out into the world?

As I mentioned before,

as soon as we safely land
in a highly populated area,

anyone carrying the new,
contagious version

will be able to spread the cure

via close contact,

a handshake,

or a hug.

If each of us carries the cure
to even two people,

who then pass it on to two more people,

we'll start a chain reaction

that even Ramsey won't be able to stop.

You said you injected yourself
with the contagious cure.

Does that mean you've already
spread it around the ship?

Unfortunately not.

People who were previously
inoculated will need boosters.

We should start the process, then.

The contagious period
is only five to eight days,

according to my models, and...

With all due respect,

I believe it would be best to wait
until we're certain we'll be on land.

Fine.

Captain.

Oh, God.

Looks like the Ramseys
got more off our secure servers

than just the location of our labs.

He's dumping all the details

of the government's response
to the outbreak,

carefully redacted to make it
look like a conspiracy.

This one caught my eye.

- "Project Bluenose"?
Mmm-hmm.

Bluenose, the Navy calls a sailor
who's crossed the Arctic Circle.

Sir, that was the code
name for our mission

to get the primordial virus off the ice.

Though this is
the first I'm hearing of it.

Bluenose was secret even to us.

Except, the way Ramsey tells it,
our mission wasn't to find the cure.

It was to weaponize it.

That's the problem
with top-secret missions.

They invite conspiracy theories.

He's counting on that, sir,
mixing truth and lies

and spreading it over his network
to turn the American people against us.

And he's got help.

That's the same logo that appeared in
the video of the New Orleans attack.

Whoever's running Valkyrie
knows what they're doing.

They've gone beyond simple
text messages from phone to phone.

This is a vast network.

The sub's running low on weaponry,
and they've missed us twice.

Now counting on civilians for help.

So we get into the network,
and we shut it down.

No, commander.

We take over the network,
use it to get our message out.

Ramsey's already told everyone
that I'm a prisoner aboard this ship.

Get me on that network and I'll talk
directly to the American people.

Once they hear the truth
about me, about you,

and about Sean Ramsey,
we'll turn America against him,

and we'll have the sub
greatly outnumbered.

Let's go, guys. Grab that water.

- Help who you can.
- Let's get these people some help.

You keep eyeballing my sidearm,
I'm gonna poke your damn eyes out.

Other people are coming in
from the New Orleans flotilla.

They got water and food for the survivors.

Good. We could use the help.

Do you know if they've seen the video?

I don't think so, sir.

I haven't picked up another
broadcast, but the network is humming.

Funny thing, signal doesn't change
no matter which way I point it.

I'm telling you, the signal keeps moving

depending upon
who's got the closest phone.

You got people in New Orleans?

Any other immunes on your network?

No. It's my first time outside of Florida.

Signal's definitely stronger here.

It ain't me.

And stronger.

Stronger.

There. Signal's at 100%.

Okay, people,
I need a status report.

Sonar, any contacts from the sonobuoys?

No, ma'am, with the sonar down,
we're getting everything relayed to us

from the helo through ASTAC.

- So far, quiet.
- Surface.

No contacts.

Cobra team, Viper,
move to next coordinates.

Cobra team, Roger.

Boys on land are helping us triangulate
the source of the Valkyrie signal.

I have an approximate
location of the source.

28 degrees, 33 minutes north
by 89 degrees, 22 minutes west.

No landmass,
but it could be an anchored ship.

We're gonna need a visual.

Helo's tied up with the sonobuoys.

Send the UAV.
Nice and high. Sweep the area.

Prep VBSS to board
and take over whatever's out there.

- And get Cobra team back to the ship.
- Aye, sir.

Tower TAO. Ready UAV.

TAO Tower, Roger. UAV On standby.

Cobra team, Viper,

render aid and then return to Mother.

Roger that, Mother.

Just a few more wounded to look at,

then we're off the beach.

Bravo, Zulu.

All right, you'll be all right.
Go take a seat.

Okay.

All right.

UAV. Approaching point Of origin.

- Sonar?
- Still no sign of the sub.

UAV is eight clicks
from source of broadcast.

Zoom in on that.

Bridge TAO. We've got an
oil rig at the coordinates.

I say again, an oil rig is the
source of the broadcast signal.

My fellow Americans,
my name is Jeffrey Michener,

and I am
the President of the United States.

It's not a position I asked for,

nor was I elected to this office.

The circumstances of this dreadful plague

have placed me here
with an awesome responsibility

to help unite all survivors

and to help restore our great nation
to its former glory.

I speak to you aboard
the USS Nathan James,

a Navy ship carrying some
200 Americans just like you,

brave men and women
who have lost their families,

their friends.

Led by Commander Tom Chandler,
these brave volunteers

left Norfolk, Virginia,
six months ago to search for the cure.

They found it.

Some of you may have heard
that the US government and the military

are behind the spread
of this deadly virus,

that the Navy ship is here
to spread more disease,

and that I am a prisoner on this ship.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

In fact, I was a prisoner of Sean Ramsey,

the man who now claims to be your savior.

He has filled the airwaves
with lies about me,

about the ship, and about your country.

I ask you during
this time of crisis and chaos

to remember who we are as a people.

This plague has killed many,

but let's not let it divide us any longer.

We are still one nation. Join us.

Push Sean Ramsey back to the sea,

and let's restore
this great nation together.

God bless you, and God bless America.

Speech of a lifetime, Mr. President.

Let's hope it gets where it needs to go.

Sir, I will get it there or die trying.

Sir,
Vulture team has hit open water.

When they reach the oil rig,
Walker will secure the RHIB.

Once aboard the oil platform,
the snipes will secure the cap

and ensure the soundness of the facility.

The last thing the people
of New Orleans need

is the Navy causing a massive oil spill.

Agreed. We lost visual on the rig?

Yes, sir. The UAV
is en route back to ship to refuel.

- And our radios?
- HF should work.

We'll be able to hear everything
that happens on the oil rig.

Based on the signal strength
Cobra team read on the beach,

the oil rig's got a massive antenna.

So when Lieutenant Granderson
takes control,

we'll be able to broadcast
1,000 miles in every direction.

All right, listen up.

As per the drill, Nathan James
does not broadcast,

and we need to be prepared.

As soon as the President's
speech goes wide,

that rig and everyone on it
becomes painted with a big, fat target.

Burk, stairs.

Senior Chief Lynn,
as soon as the cap's secure,

close off all the pipe valves and join us.

Aye, aye, sir.

- Lieutenant Chung.
- Sir?

Let's find out
what makes this thing tick.

Aye, sir.

Here it is, main power.

This looks like
the communications center, sir.

I'd say so.

Let's get you started.

Aye, sir.

- Really?
- What?

Green shoelaces?

- What?
- Nothing.

My other ones ripped.

It's not like there's a
Navy Exchange store around the corner.

- You don't like them?
- Just keep climbing. We'll talk later.

Get out of my head, Bivas.

No use, mate. She's got you now.

Yeah, I know.

Sir, so far, all I see
is regular telecom gear.

Nothing to run Bluetooth.

You see that antenna?

That signal is coming from here.

Keep looking.

Rig's operating on diesel power, sir.

Looks like it's been idling continuously.
Got enough fuel to last a while.

- How long?
- At least a few months, sir.

Hey!

Whoa! Take it easy.

Whoa! Take it easy.

You're outnumbered.

Don't be stupid.

You can't hold me.

My people will come for me.

Valkyrie.

Congratulations.

You found me.

All valves sealed on A level.

Heading down to 1 to find the main.

Outstanding.

Let's start with your name.

Don't have one.

Valerie Raymond.

Look, get your hands off my stuff!

Got an ID here from the
Tulane University engineering lab.

"Val."

"Valkyrie." Clever.

Sir, I cannot gain access to the antenna.

I'm assuming you can help with that.

After all, you're the genius
behind the Deadman game.

Got to admit...

Not what I expected.

If I hear one more Wizard of Oz joke...

Is that what Sean Ramsey said
the first time he saw you?

Are you like him?

Immune?

Look where I'm living.

I got myself as far away
from the sickness as possible.

No. I helped Sean with communications
because we share a common enemy.

And that would be me?

Ramsey showed me everything about
your secret mission to spread the virus.

And you believed him.

Well, I already knew most of the story.

Before anyone even heard
of the Egyptian flu,

I was tracking it.

I saw it jump to Phase Six overnight,
and I saw the government do nothing.

So, I created Valkyrie to help
expose the truth behind the plague.

The truth?

Well, shit.

You got it all figured out.

But you forgot the most important part
of the conspiracy.

The only way we were able
to spread the flu so quickly.

The aliens.

From planet Batshit Crazy.

They were sneezing all over the place.

That's what you people always do.

When alternative history gains traction,

"Just another conspiracy nut."

Right? "Whack job."

I got my Masters in Computer
Science from MIT at 21,

my PhD in Engineering Physics
from Tulane at 25.

Valkyrie, the network I created
to get out the truth,

has six million untraceable
subscribers worldwide.

Had.

- What?
- Had six million.

Most of them are probably dead by now.

The rest will die very soon.

We came home with a vaccine and a cure
for those who were still infected.

It's on our ship.

Ramsey wants to sink us
and let the virus wipe out the rest of you

so his master race can rule the word.

And you think I'm the whack job?

It's the truth.

Look.

You're obviously
a clever and resilient woman

to survive out here as long as you have,

and you've built an impressive network.

You just backed the wrong horse.

Help me play this message.

Listen for yourself.

The truth is in here.

Sir, UAV needs another 30 minutes

before we can send her back
to the rig for a visual.

Okay.

- Damn it.
- Need a hand, Chief?

Ma'am, there's a secondary valve
over there behind you.

Don't call me "Ma'am."

Lieutenant Granderson, how we doing?

There's clearly a component missing,

the device used to control
the Bluetooth booster.

Without it, we can't access
the Valkyrie network.

Lieutenant Chung.

Shut down the rig.

If we can't use the network, no one will.

Mr. Chung, shut her down!

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Granderson...

- Tear it all out.
- Yes, sir.

What the hell is that?

Hey, quick! Grab the shot!

It's a Navy ship, turning!

You'll be all right.

Hey, did you see that?

All right. All right,
you're gonna be okay.

Looks good as new, my man.

Hey! Hey!
Did you see that video before it cut out?

Them guys is Navy.
Them's the one that did it.

They're the ones that blew up New Orleans.

- Check out their boat.
- Hey, heads up. Heads up.

Those guys are Navy. That guy.
And check out their boat.

- You see the video? Those guys are Navy.
- They're getting away!

Everybody, just take a breath.
We're here to help.

Navy had nothing to do with that attack.
Let's just take it easy.

Let's get a move on.

Green, fire in the air if you have to.
None of these idiots need to die today.

Miller, let's go! I need cover!

Viper, this is Cobra.
Under fire from civilians.

We're on the move.

I say again, these people are not immunes!

Search and rescue aborted!
We're on the move!

Come on!

Go!

You okay?

Can't believe they shot me in the ass!

Go, go, go!

See that?

I got it.

We got an unidentified civilian watercraft
half a mile, approaching with speed.

RPG! RPG!

What was that? You hear that?

- Was that the sub?
- No, sir, it's coming from the rig.

Sonobuoys are picking up an explosion.

Damn, I've lost visual on the boat.
I've got no target.

I got him. He's circling around.

Send the helo.

XO, recommend sending
Cobra team on their RHIB.

- Send them both.
- Yes, sir.

ASTAC, TAO...

Cobra team, Mother.
Head to Vulture team Whiskey.

They are under attack.

Roger that.
We'll be there in five Mikes.

Burk, Walker...

Secure the RHIB.

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant!

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Walker's KIA.

The RHIB's FUBAR.

We're gonna need another way off.

Vulture team, this is Sabre Hawk One.

Oil rig AO in sight.
Expect a one-minute ETA. Over.

All teams, Sabre Hawk inbound.

Exit up toward the helo deck.

Move! We got to move!

We got to...
We got to go up to the helipad.

Up this ladder. Come on.
You got this, Lieutenant. Come on.

RPG incoming!

Chung!

Ravit?

Lynn's gone.

There's a natural-gas leak.
We've got to close the valves.

- How we gonna get off this rig?
- We can’t just bail.

There's about a 100-foot drop
into the water.

Help me with this wheel!

He's out of my range. I can't hit him.

Oh, come on.

Yeah!

Viper leader, Sabre Hawk One.

Enemy threat has been eliminated.
We're going for green deck. Over.

Valves not working!

Gas is still coming out!

Sabre Hawks, stand down.
Red deck. Red deck.

Do not land. We got a gas leak.

Hold for landing orders.

Roger that, Vulture. Sabre Hawk One
will maintain holding pattern.

Come on.

- Climb!
- Foot is broken.

Hold on!

Where the hell's it coming from?

Man!

I checked all these. They're sealed tight.

Shh!

Over there.

Leave it! Come on!

This whole rig's about to blow!
We got to get out of here!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on, Chung! Don't stop!

It's not a leak.

It's the main valve.

Viper Tower, Sabre Hawk One
on quarter-mile climb. Request green deck.

We've got several injured onboard.

Sabre Hawk One, Viper Tower.
Cleared for green deck.

EVPs standing by.

Out of my way! Out of my way!

- Over here!
- I got him! I got him!

Oh, my God.

- What the...
- His left pupil's not good.

Pulse is erratic.

I need a Philadelphia collar,
and I need it stat.

Tex!

Jesus. What happened?

- Shot in the hip.
- It's just the backside. I'll be fine.

- Over here. Over here.
- Thanks, brother.

- Captain, you okay?
- I'm fine. Burk's burned pretty bad.

All right, let's get him in here.
Let's get him on the bed.

- Ravit!
- She's okay. She's okay.

- Let's get you down. Go.
- Gonna need a Ringer in her.

Piggyback seven zolo.

Holy shit.

- You all right?
- Went right through. Yeah.

Rig was a ball of fire.
Lucky anyone survived.

Go, go, go!

Keep breathing. Keep breathing, Ravit.

Get a liter of Ringers in him.

Get down. Get down.

What are her injuries?

I don't know.
She's not responding.

- Ravit.
- Ravit.

Can you hear me?

Start the line. We might need to intubate.

Left pupil's blown.
It's fixed and dilated.

His brain is bleeding.

We need to get something under
his head and shoulders now.

Diuretic and steroids, now! Go, go, go!

Stay with us. Just stay with us.

Just hold On. Okay?

Just hang on, Andy.

Come on.

Hang on, Andy. Hang on.

No.

No.

He saved my life.

Sir.

Walker and Lynn were the first to, uh...

We were unable
to recover Lynn's body, sir.

I'm sorry.

You sure the people shooting at you
were regular Americans, not immunes?

Yes, sir. They were afraid of the virus
until they became afraid of us.

Those RPGs came from
a civilian vessel, too.

And we sank them, which means Ramsey
got us to kill our own people, for real.

CHANDLER; Eng.

Walker.

The whole rig was a ball of fire.

Eng.

- I'm sorry.
- Sir, you're hurt.

Dr. Scott! Dr. Scott!
Dr. Scott! Dr. Scott!

Put a pillow under his head.

Looks like a shrapnel hit.
He's bleeding internally.

Somebody get a board, now!

Valkyrie's not down. It's gone.

It's been destroyed.

The Navy?

Nope, by some regular Americans.

What do you mean, "regular Americans?"

Not immunes.
A bunch of Joe six-packs got riled up

by the video of the ship
blowing up the flotilla.

They spotted some of
the Navy folk On the rig,

and they blew it to kingdom come.

Did you hear me?

The network's gone, Sean.

But the message is out there.

My people have heard the siren call.

See this?

Come here.

My manifesto.

I'm putting all my thoughts
down in writing.

We need to get a copy of this to MacDowell
and our people in Florida.

You're in here, too, you know.

You and me, the brothers.

We're like Moses and Aaron.

The people are following us,
and the seas are parting at our feet.

Mom would be so proud.

She always said we were born
to bring good into the world.

Didn't she, Ned?

Yeah.

She was right.

Look at us now.

She was right.

That's right.

He's stable.

I was able to remove some metal fragments,

but I won't know if I've got them all
until I do the ultrasound.

How long will he be out?

It's hard to tell.

All right, let's roll her.
Let me check her dressing.

Stay at her side.

Back slowly down. Let's go.

Here we go. Easy. Easy. Easy.

I...

Can't feel my legs.

That's 'cause they got them
wrapped so tight.

So you won't be jumping around.

You're a terrible liar.

That's why you suck at poker.

No, man, you're...

You're all good.

You know, just a couple of scratches.

I told you you're a mean
operator for a girl.

I can kick your ass.

No doubt.

Everybody else okay?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Everybody's good.
- Good.

Ravit.

Ravit, come on, girl.

Breathe.

- Everybody okay?
- Yeah.

Hey. Everybody's all good.

It's all good.

Ravit.

Hey.

Ravit.

Ow!

Yeah, that's the spot.

Just trying to keep you
from bleeding to death.

I do still know how to use
my powers for good.

Ravit?

I lost four sailors.

Four more.

Well, we thought you
might've been the fifth.

It was touch-and-go there for a while.

Still gonna need to operate

and remove this souvenir
I found behind your liver.

That can wait.

Actually, it can't.

The shrapnel can move and cut you.

I'm not going under, not now.

Stubborn as ever.

Says the pot to the kettle.

Rachel.

Thank you.

We've taken our share of hits
these past few weeks.

Suffered painful losses.

Sometimes, it feels like
more than we can bear.

Yet, here we gather, united.

Shipmates.

Every time we're called,
we answer, "Here I am."

We answer knowing that the world,

survival of our species,

depends on our actions here at sea

and fully aware that
we answer at our own peril.

And still we answer, "Here I am."

I'm not gonna put a silver lining
around our pain.

Today, we grieve
and we remember our fallen,

and we thank them for their
service to us and to mankind.

Yes.

Today we grieve, but tomorrow,
we do press on.

We continue to answer the call,
"Here I am."

You could've run away
or saved your own people.

But you ran back for me.

Wasn't all out of the
goodness of my heart.

We need you.

I'm a little, um...

I thought I knew what was going on.

There's still a lot I don't know.

I wanted you to be here

so you could see who we are.

Whatever was so important
in that bag of yours,

can it help us?

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