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(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

DOCTOR: We have the medication on hand,
but we have to act fast.

I said, no.
Now, please, leave us in peace.

DOCTOR: Reverend Scott,
malaria's treatable.

Hello, Rachel.

DOCTOR: If you don't let me help,
your wife will die.

RACHEL'S DAD: I have faith.
Only the Lord decides who lives and dies.

(BEEPING)

(WHIRRING)

(WHIRRING AND BEEPING)

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

PILOT: Viper Tower, Saberhawk One.

Five miles off your port quarter, inbound.

OFFICER: Saberhawk One,
Viper Tower, radar contact.

Wind, 3-4-0 and 1-0.
Altimeter to 902.

XO, winds are in the envelope.
Requesting green deck.

SLATTERY: You have green deck, OOD.

HCO Tower, you have green deck.

(BELL RINGS)

Nathan James, returning.

OFFICER: Saberhawk One,
you are cleared for green deck.

Saberhawk One, we have you at 20 feet.

Down. Down.

Down in the trap. Amber deck, amber deck.

Hmm.

(BELL RINGS)

(BUZZER BUZZING)

Sir, Nathan James is on course 290
at 25 knots.

The ship is approximately
187 nautical miles from New Orleans,

and holding
at 80 miles off the Gulf Shore.

Thank you, Gator.

Make sure Ray finds his way
back to his friends.

Aye, sir.

You hungry?
I hear they're serving pizza in the mess.

Pizza? I don't even remember
what that tastes like.

Tastes like pizza.

No go on the safe zone.

Run by good people,
but there's not enough of them,

and they're starting to hear rumors
about the immunes themselves.

Can't risk leaving
a bunch of teenagers there.

They'll be our guests for now.

How we looking with those prisoners?

They're still not talking yet,
but they will.

Meantime, something came up
while you were gone.

Usually does.

Niels is dead.

How?

All three doctors concur.

Bad reaction from the blood transfusion
we gave him for that gunshot wound.

I'm having Garnett finish up the OPREP,

but seems to me
it's just an unfortunate situation.

Or not so unfortunate.

You all right?

It seems
that the sudden influx of antibodies

from the vaccinated blood donor
caused a massive immune response.

And the breakthrough
you were talking about with the muscles?

This gonna derail your progress?

We'll make do.

In the meantime,
I'm preserving whatever I can

from Niels' organs.

Make the most of what he left behind.

And the rest of him?

We'll burn the corpse
before disposing of it.

Make certain
he doesn't infect anyone else.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

You ain't even got a granola bar?

- No.
- Ugh, come on, man!

This is cruel and unusual punishment.

Now, you got no right keeping us here
like a bunch of dogs.

(GRUNTS)

Good morning, dirtbags.

I'm here to remind you
that you're enemy combatants

in the custody of the United States Navy.

You can either live out your lives
in this little box here,

or you can cooperate.

You ain't even fed us yet.

Flea.

Cell phones.

The ones you had on you
when you charged the marina.

Even got one off of your dead pal.

First, we thought you were using them
to talk to each other.

Who brings a dead phone
to a firefight, right?

Hmm.

But no signal.

Yeah? Weird, huh?

You know what else is weird?

There are no text messages
on these phones.

No music, not even any selfies.

Looking at your ugly mugs, I can see why.

So the question is, who wants to tell me

why you're all carrying
these bricks around?

Hmm.

All right, well, there are three of you.

Sooner or later, one of you
is gonna want to see sunlight again.

And whoever that is,
we'll be ready to deal.

Split 'em up.
I'll be back in a couple hours.

MAN: Sir.

We've been able to determine

that the New Orleans civilian fleet
is moored right about here,

near the southern tip
of the Mississippi Delta,

just off Garden Bay.

Far enough out to be safe from the virus,
close enough to land for supplies.

I designed the disaster-response plan
to include tankers and barges

fully outfitted
with solar and biodiesel power,

stocked with enough food
to last a minimum six months.

Any idea how many vessels they have, sir?

I never saw it completed,

but the plan was to have enough
for 5,000 to 10,000 people.

We're not in range yet, sir.

But from radio intercepts,
that sounds about right.

Immunes or non-immunes?

Survivors, just like us.

SLATTERY: Assuming they get
their sound matting repaired,

you think that sub's
still heading to New Orleans?

It's the closest high-population area,
if he's still planning to build his army.

And if he knows we're going there...

Well, I know Sean Ramsey well enough
to know he doesn't like to lose.

He'll be looking for us.

Best way to know what Ramsey's thinking

is to crack the network
on those cell phones.

No luck from commo, sir.

I've asked the snipes
to take a look at the phones' circuitry.

Captain, once we get to New Orleans,

will we have enough doses
to inoculate all those people?

Hopefully, we won't need doses by then.

If Dr. Scott's aerosol works,

we'll be able to drop the cure
from the sky.

(GROANS)

(BEEPING)

You're not working on the aerosol?

I was thinking we'd try
a different direction.

But why? We're so close.

Niels himself was so efficient
at spreading the virus.

If we could replicate
that mechanism in everyone,

we could make the cure contagious.

Do you think that's actually possible?

He was host to an infinite collection
of mutated versions of the virus.

If we could pinpoint which mutation
allowed it to concentrate in his lungs,

we could re-engineer the vaccine
to do the same.

And we can get that from his lung tissue?

(WHIRRING)

I believe we can.

What do you need me to do?

Relax, Miller.

This is just a formality,
just so we can put this to bed.

You told me about Dr. Scott and Bertrise.

What about Doc Rios?

I think he was still in medical bay.

Bertrise ran over some supplies from him
to Dr. Scott.

GARNETT: What kind of supplies?

Some medical stuff.
Needles, IV bag, drugs.

- And then she left?
- Yes, ma'am.

Now after that,
Dr. Scott stepped out to empty the trash,

then changed Niels' IV.

A couple minutes later, he collapsed.

He bled out like...

Well, like the people we've seen
die from the virus.

GARNETT: Miller and O'Connor's
statements concur.

Niels was getting better
before they changed that last IV bag.

That's not coincidence.

- Who changed the bag?
- GARNETT: Dr. Scott.

But Doc Rios prepared it,
and Bertrise delivered it.

Before we jump to conclusions,
let's get all the evidence.

We conduct this investigation
like everything else we do.

By the book.

(DOOR CLOSES)

RACHEL: You see? I'm almost there.

I've narrowed it down
to the following three mutations.

I'd like you to compare them
to all isolates of the virus...

Excuse me, ma'am.

Rios, Bertrise, Doctor, I'm sorry,

but I'm gonna have to ask the three of you
to stay away from each other and the lab

while we conduct our investigation.

But they didn't do anything wrong.

It's not about wrong,
it's the best way to gather the facts.

Ma'am, as a matter of course,

we are required to collect everything
in connection with Niels' death.

Be my guest.

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

MAN: That's right.
They just got some fresh produce

off one of them boats
down at Governor Nicholls Pier,

so we're gonna make some jambalaya.
Y'all come on by.

Voices from New Orleans?

They're all alive, thanks to him.

We just received our first images
of the New Orleans fleet, sir.

I'd say there's 50 or so vessels,
but it's hard to be certain.

- Anything on sonar?
- No, sir.

That sub is still out there.

The Ramseys are not giving up that easily.

- Keep looking.
- Aye, sir.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm just saying.

It would be a pretty big deal
if somebody offed him.

Would be, yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

Not exactly murder, though, is it?

More like an execution.

Is that what they're saying?

Well, that's what I'm saying.
How about you?

I'm reserving comment.

Very political, mate.

Well, you know what they say.
Loose lips...

Water's out in the women's.
I need a shower.

Well, don't mind us.

In your dreams, Dundee.

But you can keep guard for me
right out here.

If you're not out in three minutes,
I'll send in a rescue party.

- Be gentle.
- (SCOFFS)

I'm just gonna finish up here,
and I'll be out of your hair.

(WATER RUNNING)

Guess this isn't the place.

What place?

Where people have sex.

People don't have sex on the ship.

- It's against regulations.
- (CHUCKLES)

RAVIT: Have you seen your TAO?

What is she,
15, 16 weeks pregnant?

That was a mistake
that they both have been punished for.

Come on.
Two hundred sailors cramped together.

Where does it happen?
Boatswain's locker, maybe?

Hey, look. I told you.
There's no sex on the ship.

(CHUCKLES)

- Fan rooms?
- Nope.

- Sonar spaces?
- (LATHERING)

I hadn't thought of that.

But no, no. it doesn't happen.

Such strict policy,

and everybody's so determined
to follow the rules.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

It's a shame.

Mmm-hmm.

We'll be in New Orleans soon.

Hmm, well, if there's no sex on the ship,
get out.

- Huh.
- (WATER RUNNING)

Some people say it's the ship's medic

or some new doctor
you guys pulled off a hospital ship.

Good money's on Dr. Scott.

From what I hear,
whoever offed that dude deserves a medal.

Do me a favor. Don't talk about it.

In fact, that's an order.

- Yes, sir.
- And you.

Captain said to show you
around engineering

as long as you're stuck on the ship.

I can bounce you at any time.
So just watch and learn.

(BEEPS)

What are we missing?

Four phones, no texts,
no photos, no missed calls.

Wait a minute.

Do you have Deadman on that phone?

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Yeah.

Do you want to play?

Deadman, sir.

That is how they're communicating.

- A game?
- It only looks like a game.

In reality, it's a text-messaging app.

One specifically designed to access
the phone's Bluetooth system,

turning it into a walkie-talkie.

Let me show you.
Lieutenant, are you in position?

Standing by.

Chung is stationed outside CIC.

As you know, there's a maze of P-ways
between him and our current location.

You may proceed, Lieutenant.

Sending now.

(BEEPS)

(CELL PHONES BEEPING)

"Your turn." How do I read it?

- Hit the "guess" button.
- (BEEPS)

We're still trying to crack the code, sir.

No cell network, Wi-Fi required?

No, just Bluetooth.
But it only works over short distances.

What's the range?

They can send or re-send messages
or even videos

as long as they're within 90 yards
of the next phone.

Making it virtually impossible
for us to intercept out here at sea.

Yes, sir.

Ramsey sent the order to the immunes
across the state of Florida.

That means a cell phone
every 90 yards over 300 miles?

I'm not sure how they're doing it, sir.

That would explain how
they're spreading their message.

They're building a network.

I understand they call you Flea.

My XO tells me you're the smart one.

Yeah. I know stuff.

You want to negotiate with someone
who can make real decisions.

Yeah. You the captain?

I am.

And this is the President.

FLEA: Jeff Michener.

I thought you looked familiar.

- Have we met?
- No.

But I seen them videos.

CHANDLER: Let's talk about those videos.

And the phones you used
to send these messages.

That one's yours, right?

Hey, man, I don't want no trouble.

You killed a kid, Flea.
You're already in a world of trouble.

No, I had nothing to do with that.
That was all Billy.

- You're gonna swing for it.
- But I'm telling you, it wasn't me.

(SCOFFS) I didn't want nothing
to do with him. Not at first.

But I've been living alone out there
for way too long.

And the shit that I've seen,

it got me thinking that maybe this virus
isn't the worst thing that's come along.

Flea.

I don't have to tell you the consequences
of murdering children in this country,

but you're in luck.

As President, I have the ability
to issue a formal pardon.

You tell me
how the code on your cell phone works,

maybe we can work something out.

Honestly, this is starting
to get ridiculous.

SLATTERY: Hmm, well,
you've been aboard long enough

to know that
everything we do has a procedure.

If we're under attack,
we call general quarters.

If we strike an iceberg,
we set Condition ZEBRA.

And if somebody dies on the ship,

we do an OPREP
followed by an investigation.

Yes, but I already spoke
to Commander Garnett.

Yeah. She sent it up to me to sign off.

Protocol.

So, the captain is aware of this?

He ordered it.

Well, then, I'd like to talk to him.

Captain's not permitted
to talk to material witnesses

during an ongoing investigation.

Also protocol.

Listen, Mike, I hear
everything that you are saying.

I really do.

But I am on the verge
of a major breakthrough.

And every minute that I'm not working
is a minute...

I hear you, too, Dr. Scott.

Nevertheless, I have to do this.

The more you argue,
the longer it will take, so...

(SIGHS) Tell me again,
when did you first notice

Niels take a turn for the worse?

Sir, we fished an IV bag out of the trash.

The tube still had the blood on it
from when Niels ripped it out of his arm.

And?

Every bag prepared in the medical bay

should have the patient's name,
medication, and Doc Rios' signature.

This one didn't.

So we're no better off
than we were yesterday.

I've cleared Dr. Milowsky.

He'd been out of the lab for six hours

and was seen in the mess decks
during the time of death,

which is why I've asked him
for a full work-up of the IV.

That still leaves three people
with means, motive, and opportunity.

Lord knows they had the motive.

Still, seems crazy to think that...

Sir, according to Miller and O'Connor,
Dr. Scott got the bag from Bertrise,

stepped out to dump the bio-waste,
then changed the IV.

CHANDLER: And you think the bag Rios made
is in that dump,

that she gave Niels a different bag?

No way to prove it, though.

The original bag will be
at the bottom of the ocean.

Let me know as soon
as the results come back from the IV test.

Aye, sir.

Mr. President.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I get the feeling
you don't need to hear the test results.

(SIGHS) No, sir.

I don't think I do.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Milowsky, have you seen my...

What are you doing with my computer?

And what exactly
are you so curious about?

It's a sample of Niels' DNA
with bursting scars,

which is only possible

if his genes were literally torn
from the virus.

Did you introduce DNA scissors
to the bloodstream,

preventing him from protecting himself
from the virus?

There are a dozen explanations
for what you're seeing here.

You know full well that even
I couldn't find any signs

of that deadly cocktail in the IV bag.

Jesus, Doctor.
You've put us all under suspicion.

I'm under strict orders
not to have any contact with you.

Could you take your computer
and please leave?

You know, even without this evidence,
all fingers are pointing to you.

(SIGHS) So...

If you're planning on doing
what I think you are,

I suggest you do it soon,

before they lock you out of the lab.

Fuel at 85%, fresh water at 92%.

Engineering logs are ready
for your re view.

(MOUSE SQUEAKING)

(BLOWING)

PASTOR: Most merciful Father,

we beseech Thee of Thy infinite goodness

and ask You humbly

to carry the spirit of our beloved friend
safely to Thy kingdom.

She is with You now, dear Lord.

DOCTOR: I know that nothing makes sense
to you right now, Rachel.

And I know that you're angry.

Use that anger to change things,
to fight for something you believe in.

(MOUSE SQUEAKING)

Hiya, spark.

Tex.

We're getting close to The Big Easy,

so I was wondering if you want
me to bring you back

- a stiff Bourbon Street cocktail.
- (SCOFFS)

Most people have been avoiding me
since this witch hunt started.

Well, it's a tricky situation.

Being, on the one hand,
the most popular person on board,

and, on the other, the most radioactive.

Comforting to have that clarification.

(CHUCKLES)

You okay?

Yeah.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

You're not gonna ask me the question
that seems to be on everyone's minds?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

I don't know much.

I do know this.

Wouldn't be here,

no one on the ship would be here
if not for you.

So, me?

I wouldn't change a thing about you.

Oh, you're ruthless, baby.

That's why we're alive today.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Hey, guys. That was outstanding.

Hey, good on y'all.

Here you go, man.

What the hell are you saying to people?

I didn't say anything.

JETER: Sir, from what Miller
and O'Connor reported,

the crew not only suspects
Niels was murdered,

they also believe senior leadership
condoned it or even ordered it.

(SIGHS)

Please continue.

Sir, the officer of the deck
sends her respects

and reports the approaching hour of 12:00.

All chronometers have been wound
and compared,

and she requests permission
to strike eight bells on time.

Permission granted. Thank you, O'Connor.

Your crew needs your permission
to tell what time it is?

It's a tradition.

One of the many,
that keep a ship running safely,

and maintaining good order and discipline.

You summoned me.

I was hoping to get an update
on your progress.

Well, I have a new plan.

I was able to isolate the mutation
in Niels' lungs

that make him so contagious.

And I introduced it to my vaccine.

I injected myself with it
about an hour ago,

and then I breathed on an infected mouse,

the same way that Niels used to breathe
on people as a way to kill them.

If this works, if the mouse survives,

in effect, I'll be able to
breathe the cure onto people.

And so will anyone else
that I give this new shot to,

which means that
we won't need any more labs,

any more infrastructure, or planes.

(SIGHS)

All our problems will be solved.

Except one.

Did you do it?

(LAUGHING) on, God.

Are you really asking me this?

That's exactly what I'm asking you.

The man who killed 5 billion people,

including your wife,
and most of your crew's family is dead.

And now his lungs are gonna be used

to save the rest of the people
on this planet...

- God damn it, Rachel!
- Yes, I did it!

And I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

I saw you a half hour
before I left the ship.

You told me you were
on the verge of a breakthrough.

I was!

But you didn't tell me
you had to kill Niels to do it.

I was hoping to avoid
getting blood on your hands.

I already have blood on my hands.

- You put it there.
- (SIGHS)

Do you know how I do it, Rachel?

How I keep this crew together?

After they've risked and lost so much?

You know how I'm able to ask them
to travel further with me,

not knowing if they'll survive?

Every task we perform,
every ritual we adhere to,

reminds us
that we haven't lost who we are.

It reminds us
that everything we do matters.

Every decision, every action.

So your code is more important
than doing what's right?

You don't get to decide what's right!

That's why we have codes.

I looked into the eyes of the monster

who stole everything
that I held dear to me.

And I thought,

"I'm gonna take the lungs of the man
who nearly destroyed the human race,

"and I'm gonna use those lungs
to save it."

I didn't have to kill him
to make the breakthrough.

I could have got exactly what
I needed and spared his life.

But as I witnessed that virus do to him

what it did to so many,

as I watched his last noxious breath
leave his body,

all I could think of

was that he died too quickly.

(BELL RINGING EIGHT TIMES)

It's noon.

We have her confession.
And she's been confined to quarters.

I've informed the officers,
Master Chief has briefed the crew.

What's the feeling on the ship?

Well, she is the one
who discovered the cure.

And if what she's saying now is true,
that the cure is airborne and contagious,

it would be a miracle.

So, the crew wants leniency.

Not all, but most.

Emotions are running high.

I don't have to tell you
it's no fun making an unpopular decision,

even if it's the right one.

So, what are you gonna do with her?

I haven't decided yet.

(MOTOR HUMMING)

MILLER: That is an amazing sight.

Indeed, it is.

JETER: Sir, Cobra Team is out ahead,
running point,

scanning the coastline
for Bluetooth communication.

So far, all clear.
No sign of immune activity.

That's a good sign.

- (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
- (DOOR CLOSES)

ALISHA: POTUS on the bridge.

New Orleans civilian fleet
coming into view, sir.

CHANDLER: Well done, sir.

(BEEPING)

Hang on, fellas!
This thing's starting to chirp away.

FLEA: Something's coming through.

What's it say?

Now, hang on. We had a deal.
I get off this boat.

You decode that message,
or you're off the side in pieces.

Hey, we had a deal.

Do it, dipshit, or I swear to God
we'll throw you overboard.

Go on, do it. Hurry your ass up.

Hey, it's an old phone.
The letters are small.

(BEEPING)

Now you hit "guess." Okay, here it comes.

- (CELL PHONE CHIRPS)
- it says, "They're here."

That sounds like an action order.

Nathan James, this is Cobra Team.

Recommend all stop.
We just intercepted a signal.

I say again, I recommend
you do not proceed inshore at this time.

They know that we're here.

OOD, all stop.

OOD, aye. Helm, all stop.

CIC, this is XO.

Anything on sonar? Anybody around?

We're getting a lot of noise
from the moored vessels of the flotilla.

- I want SCAT and lookouts fore and aft.
- Aye, sir.

- Gator, radar search 360 degrees.
- Aye, sir.

Surface, ready all weapons. Sonar?

It's generators humming, music,
mechanical sounds.

It's just a pile of clutter. I...

Detonation!

God, no.

Set general quarters.

JETER: General quarters, general quarters.

All hands, man your battle stations.

The route to general quarters
is up and forward to the starboard side,

down and aft to the portside.

(SIREN WAILING)

TAO, what's the target? Where are they?

I can't tell, sir. We've got...
I don't know. There's too much noise.

- (BEEPING)
- Hydrophone effects, port bow!

Torpedo inbound, bearing 1-9-0.

Bridge, emergency tango, bearing 1-9-0.

8,000 yards.

Hard left rudder. All ahead flank three.

7,000 yards, bearing 1-8-9.

Helm, hard left rudder,
all ahead flank three.

- Deploy countermeasures.
- ALISHA: Aye, sir.

Lookouts deploy ASW countermeasures
with the turn.

MAN: ADC in the water, starboard side.

Torpedo at 4,000 yards on course
for impact, two minutes.

The sub's there,
it's in the debris field now.

They're hiding under the boats,
using the noise to mask their position.

If we send a torpedo down that bearing,
it could wipe out any survivors.

We can't fire into a sea
full of drowning civilians.

MASON: Second torpedo incoming,
same bearing. First torpedo, 3,000 yards.

- Shift your rudder.
- Helm, shift your rudder.

MAN: ADC in the water, portside.

Now three, now four torpedoes incoming.
One minute to impact.

Recommend course 0-3-0 back to open water.

Negative. We'd never make it.

Steady course 2-0-0.
We're going through the canal.

Helm, left standard rudder,
steady course 2-0-0.

Get us out of here!

- Recommend streaming Nixie, ma'am.
- No time.

500 yards! 400 yards!

We'll never outrun those spearfish.
We gotta distract them somehow.

Recommend firing the 5-inch
into their path

to create noise confusion,
divert the torpedoes.

Let's give them more than that.

Ready to 5-inch, CIWS,
all crew-served weapons

and portside chaff.

- We'll give them a full broadside.
- KARA: Aye, sir.

On my mark, hard right rudder.

First torpedo, 200 yards.
30 seconds to impact.

Now! Hard right, hard right, hard right!

Surface action to port,
fire 10 rounds at 2 miles.

All weapons and chaff at 1-9-5.
Fire! Fire!

It's working.

TAO, hold your fire.

KARA: Holding fire, aye.

Countermeasures successful. No damage.

(BEEPING)

The last torpedo has reacquired!

Brace for impact, portside!

We're hit!

(SIREN WAILING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Sir, DC Central reports hull intact.

DANNY: Nathan James, do you copy?

What's your status, Cobra Team?

DANNY: Sir, I have eyes on
sinking vessels, civilians in the water.

Request permission to stay back
and render aid to survivors.

Do what you can. But be advised,
hostiles are still in the water.

We cannot provide support.

Copy that, sir. We'll watch our own backs.

Your goddamned people.

I... I didn't know!
I swear, man. I had no idea.

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

Roger. Contact engineering,
get them working on it.

Sir, we're entering Pass a Loutre,
out of the range to the sub.

GATOR: Request permission
to send out lead lines, sir.

Permission granted.

People dying out there,
drowning, burning to death.

Our recon team will do what they can.

But we can't go back,
not with Ramsey sitting out there.

(BEEPING)

Sir, we're being hailed on the WQC2.

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

This is Captain Chandler.

SEAN: Hello, Tommy.
Given up on the Secret Service?

Hope you enjoyed the fireworks.
My boys worked hard on them.

You just sent 10,000 people
to their deaths.

Stop hiding behind civilians.

You want to fight? Come out and fight.

Let's go. You against me.

SEAN: Oh, It won't just be me, Captain.

You see, the number of your enemies
is about to multiply.

(BEEPING)

GATOR: Someone's accessing
the immune cell phone remotely.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

It's pairing with mine.

Put it up on the screen.

MAN: What the hell is that?

Hey, quick, grab the shot.
It's a Navy ship turning.

ALISHA: The footage has been edited, sir.
You can see the cut right here.

They've reversed the sequence of events
to make it look like we fired first.

CHANDLER; And then the flotilla explodes.

Someone went to a lot of trouble
to make us look culpable.

The range on these phones is 90 yards.

And yet, somehow, we received this video
10 miles from the shore.

Whoever did this was an expert

both in communications
and computer engineering.

They hacked
into the emergency-alert system,

and reprogrammed it
to work with Bluetooth.

That's how it paired with my phone.

And likely every other
working phone in Louisiana.

Judging from the data we've collected,

it's possible that this signal
reached as far north as Ohio.

So, now the whole country thinks
that we're the bad guys.

CHANDLER: Valkyrie.

Is there anyone you met
at the hotel or elsewhere

that might have been
able to pull this off?

No. I don't think so.

Find out how they boosted that signal

and everything you can
about this Valkyrie.

I don't even know where to start.

(SQUEAKING)

The mouse survived.
We have a contagious cure.

Are you certain?

Everyone who's already vaccinated
will just need a booster to carry it.

But after that,

once we get to a city
that's densely populated,

every hand we shake, every cheek we kiss,

every child we hold in our arms,

it will spread, just like a common cold.

That's great news.

I honestly didn't expect
an enthusiastic embrace, but...

I just watched
the best hope for a fresh start

sink to the bottom of the ocean.

And now the whole country
thinks we're the enemy.

And without Niels to put
in front of the world,

I have no way to fight
the propaganda war to come.

So excuse me
if I'm not feeling more enthusiastic.

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry

for the position that I have put you in.

(SIGHS)

From now on,

you'll be allowed to do your job
in whatever capacity that may require.

After that,
you will return to your quarters.

No access to the wardroom,
mess decks, CIC bridge,

any communal place on this ship.

- Tom...
- I'm not finished.

As a commander in the United States Navy,

I'm not authorized to sentence you
for your crimes at sea.

But if we ever find
a safe place to make port,

I will turn you over
to civilian authorities,

and you will answer for your crime.

Is this really what you want?

This has never been about what I want.

(SIGHS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

English - SDH