The Last Ship

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Rachel: We'll need another 20 amps for a new circuit,

at least 3 more laptops, and 4 external hard drives.

- Yes, ma'am. - You can leave that right there.

- Thank you. - Yes, ma'am. - Well?

They're gonna get us what we need.

If you mean to do this,

we're gonna need a much more comprehensive cooling system

for the specimens.

And I have told them as much.

Vials, syringes... We're running low on everything.

Quincy, I know.

We will replenish once we get to Guantanamo Bay.

I'm going to ask you a question, and I want you to listen to me.

Go ahead.

You're working 20 hours a day, you're not sleeping.

This is a marathon, not a sprint.

Let me go off-ship this time.

I'll think about it.

Ready! Up!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire! Ready! Halt!

Head shot!

Weapons on safe!

Like I said, keep that right arm locked,

and make sure you lean into that recoil.

Yes, sir.

- Next group! - How they looking?

Janowitz has an eye, Harris and Cossetti have the balls.

Depends on what we're gonna need out there, sir.

Balls. We need the balls.

Yes, sir.

Tac Team 1... advance!

Tac 2, let's go!

Advance!

Damn it, Miller!

Muzzle down!

Sorry, sir!

Sorry's not gonna do nettles any good

when you shoot his head off at Gitmo!

Now Tac 1, Tac 2 reset! Do it again!

It's gonna take time, sir.

Time is something we don't have.

Every day we don't come home with a vaccine

is a day another half a million people die.

I just want to make sure they're ready.

You'll get them there.

Yes, sir.

Tac Team 1... advance!

You will operate on three-man watch teams, 10-hour shifts.

Captain wants a complete log of every transmission.

You may be hearing emergency broadcast

and ham-radio distress calls from around the world,

but we do not, under any circumstances,

respond or transmit.

Strict EMCON. Our position must remain secure.

So the Russians are still following us.

We don't know that.

Well, somebody shot a nuke over our heads outside France.

You been in CIC the last five days?

Yes, ma'am.

Were there any surface or subsurface contacts?

No, ma'am.

Then let's not start spreading rumors.

They can be as contagious as the virus.

This room will be restricted access...

comms specialists only. Got it?

Yes, ma'am.

Chief Engineer, give me a status!

Sir, the fuel from the cruise ship

is absolutely filthy and just keeps degrading.

If we don't hit pay dirt at Gitmo, we might as well break out the oars.

All right, well, we don't want to burn through our nozzles.

Better take a couple engines offline.

No can do, sir.

CO's ordered flank speed all the way to Gitmo.

And he's up to date on the condition of the fuel?

He is, sir.

Here you go, boy.

How's training going?

Well, I don't know exactly what we're training for.

Just gonna find a bunch of corpses.

Must be tough, having to train someone to replace Frankie.

I'm getting sick of this crap.

I hope we find something other than mashed potatoes

and cling peaches in Cuba.

- - Danny...

What?

You're not dealing.

Frankie's dead.

So are my parents, probably, and so are yours,

everyone else's in the whole damn world.

So what exactly is the proper way for me to be dealing?

Man: We're low on food, low on water.

We need help.

We're in a warehouse off of Route 17.

I'm with my two boys, so...

Woman: ...my voice.

We need medical assistance, please.

We are right off...

Miller: I don't really feel comfortable

speaking in public, but...

I just wanted to say something about my mother,

who's in Iowa, somewhere, I hope.

God, please look over her and keep her safe.

Jeter: What's her name, son?

Barbara.

Barbara Miller.

This is her.

I'd like to say a prayer for my boyfriend.

His name's Mickey.

Well, his real name's Morris.

Uh, he...

he hates having his picture taken, so, um...

I've just got this one.

It's a... it's a selfie.

This is my father, Paul, my brothers Nate and Ronnie.

Couldn't get through to them, so I don't know where they are.

Like most of us, I guess.

But, um...

what keeps me going is the idea

that we might be able to help them somehow.

You know, maybe there was a reason

we were out there in the Arctic all that time.

Maybe this is God's plan for us.

Amen to that.

All: Amen.

Rachel: The rules of the virus are these...

it's airborne, which means you can get it

from anyone who's a carrier...

anyone manifesting the disease, even a recently deceased corpse.

Typical symptoms are lethargy and a cough,

followed by bleeding sores and hemorrhaging,

ending in dementia and total blood loss.

How long is the incubation period?

Three to five days.

At least, that's what I understood

from my last contact with the CDC.

And when was that?

Three weeks ago, when we were still up in the Arctic.

A-are you saying the incubation period can change?

The virus has been mutating for some time,

although I believe that now that it's been artificially altered,

it's been stabilized.

You "believe"?

What about animals?

If you're concerned about Halsey,

dogs happen to be immune.

Other animals can contract the disease.

They just can't transmit it to humans.

Thought the birds from the Arctic

were the original carriers.

The birds were the original carriers.

The virus jumped,

probably from their feces to a mammal

before mutating and landing on us.

After several mutations, it was artificially altered.

It is that version of the mutated strain

that is currently devastating our planet.

So, CBR gear at all times, except outside in open spaces,

masks can be off to preserve your oxygen.

And inside?

One infected person could jeopardize this entire ship...

simply by breathing.

Question... Before we send our men into a hot zone,

if the virus keeps mutating

and you haven't heard from homeland in almost a month,

how could you be sure of what you're so sure of?

If I had any doubt about what I was saying...

I would tell you.

I would hope so.

I see you've cooled off.

I'm fine.

What was that?

Just asking questions.

You were undermining her in front of the officers.

I know, Mike.

She lied to us for four months.

Yeah, and while she was talking to home every week,

we didn't even get a chance to warn our families.

We're just supposed to get over that?

Yeah, we are.

Well, she's got a long way to go before she earns my trust.

That's all.

What about me?

There's no Navy, no infrastructure,

no food or fuel supply.

We don't know what we're gonna find anywhere we go,

and we're gonna have to improvise every step of the way.

Now, I'm gonna need my XO...

To fall in line?

To execute...

whether or not he agrees with my decisions.