The Last Ship

Yes sir. I understand completely, sir. Things go that way sometimes.

Yes, sir, I will. You can count on me.

Kids, come on out.

- Time for deployment gifts. Coming.

Photos, videos and playlists.

Not as good as a warm body in your bed, but it'll have to do until I see you again.

Darien, I'm not going to the Med. Navy's sending us to the Arctic.

The Arctic? That's crazy.

Some cold weather test on a new weapons system. It's all classified. It's happening fast.

We're going to be at complete radio silence. No e-mails, no calls.

For how long?

Six months, maybe five.

Figures.

It's my last tour for a while. Then I'll be around so much you'll be sick of me. I promise.

Sit down.

- Did you wrap this yourself? - I did.

It's from the championship game.

Keep it next to your bed.

I love it, buddy.

It's really great. Thank you.

- It's beautiful. It's not regulation...

so I know you can't wear it.

How about I keep it in the front pocket of my uniform, right over my heart.

I need help if anyone out there can hear me.

I'm just outside...

My children need help, please. If you can hear me...

[PEOPLE CONTINUE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER RADIO]

Sent the guys on a break.

Figured I'd see what's going on in the outside world.

It's a lot of static.

Whatever you might hear out there is not going to be particularly uplifting.

My dad had an old ham radio set in his cabin.

I thought maybe if Darien was...

It's our anniversary.

You never come down here.

- I don't think Christine's looking for me. - Come on.

Before we left, things were pretty ragged between us.

When I finally got her on the phone after we lifted EMCON, she told me about Lucas.

Losing a son is one thing, dealing with it on your own is just...

There was nothing you could do.

That is not what she wanted to hear.

I'll leave you to it.

There's still a chance, Mike.

For all of us.

Jordan! Oh, yeah. Sharp!

I'm open!

Exactly what I want. Come on, Miller, I thought you could hoop.

- Yeah, I can. - You can, huh?

Oh, man. That was our last ball.

Nice, buddy.

So why Costa Rica?

Dr. Scott's going to need primates to test her vaccine.

Apparently there's a monkey reserve upriver.

But she doesn't have the vaccine, does she?

She's working on it. Meanwhile, we move forward.

Hey-

You think there'll be a beach?

I could really use a beach right now.

What? What the hell is this?

Wasn't this on the list to be rebuilt?

Yes, sir. The chief engineer put the HT's on it, but we're out of parts.

They're cobbling everything from scratch.

She's in medical. It's on me now if the gasket blows. No one gets off watch until it's done.

Does anybody hear that?

- Hear what, sir? - She's not purring.

This is the mess decks...

for the enlisted in here. You'll probably take your meals in the wardroom.

Man, these are some cramped quarters. I don't know how you all do it.

Four months you've been on this ship now?

- Almost five. - Five? Wow.

Ma'am.

Whoa. She is tasty now. Is she not?

Oh, lighten up dude. I'm just saying. It's the end of the world, right?

Nothing wrong with spreading a little love around.

- I ain't Navy so... - Yeah, well they are.

Which means no fraternizing, period.

Well, I get it. Hey, um...

where's the lab?

I'm going to pay a visit to that scientist. She's a civilian, right?

- Can't believe I have to bunk with you. - Heh. Seriously, where's the lab?

I need to finish the sequence analysis of three virus strains...

primordial, Egyptian, and the sample from the cruise ship.

Do what you gotta do, but do it alone. I'm not letting him back in that lab.

Believe me, Quincy is that last person I want to see, but I need him.

And we're right on the verge here.

That man tried to infect this entire ship.

You're not listening to me.

This is one procedure that I cannot do alone.

What about Doc Rios?

I'm sure that he is an excellent ship's doctor.

But I need a highly trained expert in bio-informatics just for a few hours.

I promise that I won't let him near anything that could endanger the ship.

What do you want?

I manage the sequencing.

All three strains.

Wasn't sure I was gonna be able to do it with the equipment on hand, but the data is in.

And you need me to analyze it.

Yes.

Look, Quincy, I am sorry for you and for your family. For Kelly...

and Eva, of course.

I know there's nothing I can say, but I also know you understand the world needs us...

Please don't preach to me, Rachel.

I've had it up to here with your high-mindedness.

I'm not preaching...

The world needs you, that's the way you like it.

Quincy, what are you talking about? I know you're in pain here but...

I told you we should share information, that sneaking off to the Arctic...

wasn't the way to do this, but you loved the whole "top secret" thing...

- That's not fair because... - Go it alone and show how smart you are.

Quincy, where is this coming from?

This plague is the best thing that's ever happened to you. Rachel Scott saves the day!

- This is not my fault. - No, it's mine.

For following you.

I mean, what were you risking really?

You've got no family. You've got no friends.

Truth is, you don't have any skin in the game.

You have no idea what I have lost.

A guy who pops into town for a twice-monthly screw doesn't count.

You don't know about loss, because you don't care about anyone but yourself.

Where the hell do you get off thinking your pain is greater than anyone else's?

There's a whole ship full of people out there who've lost just as much as you...

and yet they keep finding a way to march on, but you...

you're a coward. Nothing more.

Probably a great deal less.

Diplomacy not necessarily your strong suit.

I can't even look at him.

You said you can't do it without him, so we have to get him on board, right?

You do it. You talk to him. I'm not that good with people any...

What on earth is that?

Bridge, this is MPA. We've got high temperature on one and two generators.

Commencing stage one load shed.

Tell Captain Chandler that we need A/C and power, or everything will be lost.

And hurry! Damn it.

No, that's not it! Trace the line.

- Can't run at this temperature, we'll overheat. - Pull the filters. Let's see what's going on.

Whoa!

Damn it!

Fire, fire, fire. Class Bravo fire, Main Engine Room Two.

Away the at-sea fire party, provide from repair five.

DCA, it's the captain. What's the status? I say again, DCA, what is the status?

Mr. Chung! Everybody okay?

- Yes, sir. The fire's out. - What's our sitrep?

It started in the seawater surface system intake, sir.

Something must've torn off the filters...

- and sea life bloom got in... - That's on me. We cut it tight out of Gitmo.

- Corals knocked off the filters. How bad is it? - It's too soon to tell, sir.

But with the intakes down, we've lost our ability to cool the engine oil for the mains.

What about the generators? Did they survive?

Just generator three, sir. And we're lucky it was offline during the time.

I want all the electricity diverted to the CIC and Dr. Scott's lab under any circumstance.

She needs that room cooled. You understand?

- Aye, sir. Sorry, sir. - Don't be sorry.

- Let's just get it fixed. - Yes, sir.

Thank you. Thank you.

- Captain's on the bridge. - Reports.

RO systems down for now, let's initiate conservation.

Salt water shaving only, no showers. Water strictly used for cooking and drinking.

It's gonna be 100 degrees today. I'd like to reduce manning at all watch stations...

and suspend all non-essential activities.

Good. Meanwhile, I've got other fish for you to fry.

Good. I didn't wake you.

A hot one, huh?

Reminds me of August in Chicago.

It's where I'm from. You know that?

Yeah, I was a cop. Homicide. South Side.

Was good at it too.

You mind if I smoke?

- Please don't. - Mm. Mm-mm.

You ever hear of keelhauling?

- Can't say that I have. No. - Really?

Back in the mid-1800s, if a sea captain encountered a particularly problematic sailor...

he'd have him bound with rope, thrown over the side of the ship...

dragged underneath the hull.

Poor bastard would bounce and scrape along the keel, barnacles and such.

But when he'd come up on the other side, if he wasn't drowned or decapitated...

he tended to be a lot more cooperative.

Keelhauling.

Off the top of my head, I can think of about 200 sailors that'd like to try that out on you.

Captain Chandler would never allow such a thing.

Hmm. Maybe.

Maybe not.

I never found torture that effective in my line of work. I told you I was a cop, right?

- You did, yes. - Yeah.

See, I always found that if you just laid out the facts for a guy...

treated him with respect, give him a chance to redeem himself, earn something back...

he'd make the right choice.

You can't force me back into the lab. I won't do it.

Well, suit yourself.

Remember we got a hard and fast rule on this ship:

Anything that doesn't serve a purpose is gone.

Ain't no fat on the bone here.

Hope you can hold your breath.

I want sunlight.

And someone to play chess with.

Someone good.

- Did you reset the electronic controls? - Three times. They're wiped.

Did you try to rig casualty power cables from main one?

- There's no way. The main cable riser's melted. - Mr. Chung...

you qualified EOOW faster than anyone I've ever seen.

And you could rebuild most of this power plant with your eyes closed.