Last Resort

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Our own people tried to sink us?

What do you think happens when you ignore orders?

We didn't ignore anything. We questioned.

Old Navy saying-- "Stupid will be punished."

We have commandeered the NATO

early warning station on the island of Sainte Marina.

This station, and that sub parked outside--

they all belong to me now.

We're reading some 20 other warships closing in

on the 200 mile line.

Most should arrive within the next 48 hours.

Admiral Shepard, we both know the Pakistanis didn't sink her.

- Dad, it's me. - I thought I'd lost you.

What the hell did you just do?

You think I made the peace, Tani?

I just ran out of people to kill.

This is my island.

If I allow your presence,

it comes with certain terms and conditions.

Cortez and Brannan are still missing and assumed AWOL.

Cortez is third tour. She's not AWOL.

We gotta start looking for 'em.

Marcus, tell them

that your son got killed by friendly fire

two weeks ago in Afghanistan.

What hurts us the most-- that's our strength.

That's what gets us through.

(rapid footsteps, people shouting indistinctly)

Back away!

Hey, got off! Back away! Back away!

- He stole from us! - What?!

- Right there-- he stole from us! - Who stole from you? Parker!

- It was a banana, for God sake! - You stole from these people?!

- It was a banana. - Give him a dollar, right now.

This will not happen again! Do you understand me?

I'm hungry! If I want a banana, I'll take it!

What you'll take is two rotations of EMI.

Report to the boat. The rest of you

- continue searching for our missing people! - We shouldn't even be here!

Report to the boat. I gave you an order. Follow it.

So throw me in the brig. They can't do this without us.

Ask the COB, without us, they have to surrender,

and we all go home.

Here.

Here's your uniform. Take it.

You gonna give us a pole dance now, Parker?

Very nice.

Put him in the brig.

Hoffman, put him in the brig.

Right now.

Get off me!

What?

Last anyone saw Redman was mid-rats yesterday.

And we've scoured the island--

still no sign of Cortez or Brannan, either.

This doesn't feel like an AWOL situation.

That's because it's not.

This is Captain Marcus Chaplin of the USS Colorado.

To whom am I speaking?

White House Senior Adviser Amanda Straugh.

I've been named as your negotiator.

Congratulations, Miss Straugh. I admired your work in Kosovo.

Mr. Chaplin, the blockade is set to close by nightfall.

I think you understand the ramifications of this,

as does your crew.

Unless you surrender unconditionally,

you will be effectively cut off from the world.

Your boss tried to kill every man and woman

on my boat, and now you expect unconditional surrender.

That's a bit of a reach, isn't it,

considering the 17 tridents still in my control?

Think of your son Jeffrey.

My son is dead.

And the marines hoped to give him a proper funeral.

Mr. Chaplin, there will be no burial for your son

until you surrender.

His remains will rest in a Navy morgue

until that time-- indefinitely.

For your crew, for your son,

do what's right.

What's on your mind, XO?

We got a problem with the crew.

Don't tell me you're both under arrest, too.

- We're getting full up here. - Heard about Brannan and Cortez?

And Redman.

All missing.

Crew thinks they're AWOL.

- They're not AWOL. - For once, you and me agree, Junior.

You want to be a part of the effort to find them?

You don't think I know what's going on?

You're losing control.

I'm more powerful in here than out.

Yeah, I see you've found yourself a bully pulpit.

And you found a way to spite your country

for Jeffrey's death.

You and I want the same thing-- me in front of a court-martial,

where one of us will be proven right.

Meanwhile, here you sit, watching,

while three of your own go missing

and your men slowly start to unravel.

I never thought I'd see you put anything

ahead of your people, Joe-- least of all, pride.

So give me your word that if I release you,

you will not undermine me,

you will not sabotage my people or my boat.

You will help me get back home to a court-martial,

where you can be the star witness

for the prosecution.

My word still good enough for you?

Yes.

You have my word.

Unlock the COB!

It ain't good enough for me.

I'll be watching you, COB.

Get your blouse on, partner.

It's not casual Friday around here.

Sir.

(Bottles clinking, indistinct conversations)

Are you coming or not?

Dinner's in six hours.

You think there's a bus? We have to hurry.

- Bar's closed, you guys. - Raise.

A hundred.

Where'd you get this?

Don't say I never did anything for you.

This belongs to Cortez.

Yeah. Got it from a guy who works for a guy named Serrat.

Friend of the French lady.

You didn't write, you didn't call.

You didn't hang yourself with your shoelaces.

We all have our disappointments to muster.

You're blocking my way, COB.

Am I?

Stop.

Thanks for the dance, ma'am.

I don't think Julian Serrat has friends.

- Ooh... _ - Hey.

Look, we just want to know who we're dealing with here.

She said no. It's time for you to leave now.

Listen. Right now my people

are being held in some room somewhere.

They have no say in anything that's happening to them.

They are scared. They just want to go home.

I want to see that they do.

I'll talk to Julian. With your captain.

- Just you and my captain? - Yes.

No one else. That's how it must be.

I can't promise you'll be safe.

I'm not the one you have to worry about.

He's... how do you put it?

Uh... he's sweet on me.

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If you're not here by 6:00, I won't wait for you.

What kind of man is your captain?

He's either a stupid man or a very disrespectful man

or both.

Why won't he come to me? How many must I take?

10? 20?

Can you figure it out?

What is your name?

Red.

Red.

Everyone on this island knows--

if you have a problem, you come to Julian Serrat.

For instance, just today

a boy was brought to me, only 15--

shot in the neck.

He died in the jungle during a battle your people were in.

We don't shoot kids.

Nevertheless, he was shot.

Someone has to pay now.

Hey! Listen.

Can I talk to you? Privately?

I'll make it worth your while.

(Exhales)

Pakistan had developed several portable nuclear devices.

Our intelligence determined...

that Pakistani government operatives

had placed those devices in the hands of terrorists,

- and that they were about to be taken. - What's going on?

Preemptive nuclear war is our new official policy.

That's what's happening.

Where's the remote?

- Turn it down! - Hello?

...and decisively.

A nuclear response was the only one

that guaranteed American safe-- (Volume muted)

Yes. I'm watching. It's terrifying.

Why?

Yes. I know it.

Okay.