The Last Ship

One plant contains it all.

You really did it.

- It's gonna be a bumper crop. - Did you hear what I said?

All of our warships are gone, Dad.

We can't go to Malta.

Leningrad.

We can't go there either.

September 1941.

Hitler's troops lay siege to Leningrad for 900 days

of the blackest, most wretched misery in human history.

Do you any idea what happens to your body

when starvation sets in?

It shrinks.

Heart and lungs compress.

Eyes, testicles, ovaries

just shrivel up and wither away.

Your muscles devour themselves.

Temperature falls, you freeze.

Why are you telling me this?

Nikolai Vavilov is why I'm telling you this, my daughter.

I'm telling you this because hidden in a bunker

barely 10 feet beneath that monstrous decay

and rot of existence in Leningrad was salvation, Lucia.

The world's first global plant bank from Vavilov.

400,000 thousand seeds, roots, vegetables,

protected not by guns

but by science.

By science.

Yet even Vavilov's devoted acolytes

couldn't beat the terror raging above them.

And finally they,

having never even touched one plant

for their own escape from doom,

also starved to death.

I'm telling you this because you're my little girl,

and I love you.

And where Vavilov failed,

we will succeed in spreading salvation to the world

for the protection of its future, to protect your future.

Because right now, from every point on the globe,

planes are converging on Malta.

And from there, we deliver our gift to the world.

Our gift to ourselves, Lucia.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

You can't leave me now. We're so close, son.

Please don't go.

Don't go.

There are active ports in Syracuse and Tripoli.

Benghazi, if he's got the fuel.

Vellek's not a runner.

The Greek convoy's rusting at the bottom of the Med.

He can't stay put either.

With a helo, he can get at least some of his product

to just about anywhere in this area.

If it's planes he's meeting,

we'll need to focus on airfields.

- (KNOCK ON DOOR) - Come in.

We have a navy blue from Commander Garnett.

- That crazy son of a bitch. What?

Haifa Aegis Ashore picked up three planes inbound,

headed for an airfield in Mdina.

Malta.

He knows we're coming for him, and he's still going to Malta.

I, uh, pulled it off the RHIB.

Didn't want to let it go to waste.

Ever notice how all the women here have names that end in "A"?

What?

Kara, Alisha, Sasha, Azima.

Andrea. Commander Garnett. There you go.

So what? So don't you think that's a little strange?

I think that all of you are a little strange.

All right, lock it up. Captain's got the floor.

Listen up. We don't have much time.

Here's the plan... you're gonna RHIB to Malta,

landing in Valletta

and approaching from the southwest.

The airstrip is 12 klicks inland,

so you're gonna need to find ground mobility.

Vellek knows we're on his ass, so he's gonna work fast.

We don't know exactly how he's gonna deliver his product,

but it's gonna be packed for a quick hand-off.

We estimate the planes will beat you to Malta

by about 10 minutes.

They'll most likely be loaded and ready for takeoff

by the time you land.

Meantime, Nathan James will continue

the search for Vellek's ship,

But your job is to keep those planes

from taking off with the package.

You understand, you cannot let those planes get airborne,

at any cost.

We've all seen what this drug can do...

some of us firsthand.

If Vellek's Nostos-laced "cure" gets out into the world,

there won't be much humanity left to fight for.

Nathan James , Vulture is in.

Helo just took off. We are now in position on the tarmac.

I can confirm visuals on two planes.

Three hostiles loading crates. British and Russian crews.

Roger, Vulture. Don't start blowing shit up

till we know what's in those crates.

We still need those progenitor seeds.

Copy. Vulture, on me.

All right.

Oh. Easy now, Baldie.

Hands on your head.

No rust.

Still, hardly enough plants to feed a country quickly.

And no seeds. Let's open the rest.

Got it?

Drop 'em.

- (THUD) - Easy, easy.

- Sniper! Uhh! - (GUNSHOT)

- Aah! - Take cover!

Mother, we got troops in contact.

Be advised, we have one eagle wounded!

- (GUNFIRE) - Status unknown!

We are taking sniper fire from the tower!

Divert from search pattern.

- Set course for Malta. Flank speed. - Aye, sir.

- Any other ships in the area? - Showing five unidentified vessels.

No distinctive signatures.

The Americans found the airfield.

- Then the ship must be close. Find it! - Yes, ma'am.

Something else?

Christos!

Christos.

Christos.

Look, you gotta...

Aw, man.

Stop it, man. Stop disappearing on me.

I need you here. Here! Here!

We need to finish what we started.

I know. I know. I know. I will.

I will. I know we're close. I know we're just...

we're just so close.

Come on.

Oh, man, you gotta...

Stay with me.

I'm going in for him!

No. That sniper's just waiting for us to move!

Plus, we don't know what the hell they got behind that truck!

Hey, you either cover me or you don't!

The second you move your white ass,

- they gonna take him out! - On three!

- One! Two! - I swear to God, Danny!

- Three! - God! Damn it!

Let's go! Let's go!

- Aah! - (TIRES SCREECH)

Come on!