Last Resort

The intel is all wrong.

What did we do? We killed the wrong people.

You guys bug out of Pakistan with a wounded man,

and a few hours later, the US is nuking the joint?

How do you connect the dots?

You should've killed those SEALs

when you had the chance.

This is my island.

If I allow your presence,

it comes with certain terms and conditions.

I could kill you right now.

Do you want a war?

My son is dead.

There will be no burial for your son

until you surrender.

You're Sam's friend.

Yes. From college.

Mrs. Kendal...

What do you think about your husband's actions?

He's a government agent sent to spy on me

and turn me against Sam.

You ever give a damn about getting home?

Sam, if you had objections--

Maybe you have nowhere to go, but I do.

You're never coming back,

are you?

I always find my way back, don't I?

What are you doing?

I'm gonna be home soon.

I promise.

Pitts.

Pitts, wake up.

- What the hell is going on? - Whoa! Hey, hey, take it easy.

You take it easy.

There's a hundred people passed out back there.

Listen, my friend. You're bleeding, okay?

Let me help you. I brought--

You didn't tell me what happened

to all those people back there.

You don't remember?

Look, it's okay.

You're not well.

You, those people back there, you've all been drugged.

You need to lie down. Wait for it to pass.

There's blood on your shoes.

- What? Look-- - Why is there blood on your shoes?

No. I'm just helping--

Tell me what the hell is going on!

Don't hurt me, please.

I swear on my mother,

your friends were already dead when I got here.

Aah!

Rest easy, ma puce.

It will end soon enough.

You might even be grateful.

One more for luck.

Aah!

Thought you were dead.

I haven't slept like that in years.

You talk in your sleep.

What do I say?

That's between you and whoever comes in your dream.

Wouldn't be polite to listen.

Petty Officer First Class Barry Hopper,

Captain Marcus Chaplin.

It's good to see you're getting your strength back.

We appreciate you guys coming, but he actually needs his rest.

Only gonna take a minute.

As I'm sure you're now aware, the world's a bit different

since we pulled you out of the water.

Yeah, the guys have been filling me in.

Well, they can't tell you what they don't know.

In recent negotiations,

the Secretary of Defense took a keen interest in all of you.

He seemed quite determined to have you and your team

- back under his control again. - It seem odd

that someone that high up is so concerned with you?

Like I said, we appreciate you stopping by and all--

No, no, no, they got a point. Let 'em get to it.

You do have a point, don't you?

Here it is--

If your mission in Pakistan--

something you know about it or something you did--

makes it unsafe for you to go back home,

you're welcome here.

Are you kidding me? Who do you think you are?

You nuked your own country, you piece of--

You're dead already,

you arrogant son of a bitch.

You're just too stupid to fall down.

The ones that look like round doughnuts, the wax apples.

No more, no more. This is it.

You want more? Let in some boats.

- So King and Hopper-- - Hey.

You owe me more.

After you leave, they have a little bedside chat.

Then king puts the other two gorillas on the door.

He bugs out.

I don't even know how to eat these things.

- Sirs. - COB.

How's the crew, COB?

Firing like a one-kick harley.

Just swapping out the crew now.

Sir, you gonna eat those hairy balls?

I don't even know what they are.

Chom chom. It's like litchi.

Hadn't pegged you for an exotic fruit man, COB.

Don't ask, don't tell.

So the SEALs are starting to close ranks?

Yeah, they're definitely hiding something.

I don't see a shoving match getting us anywhere, though.

Secretary Curry nearly popped an eyeball

last time I mentioned those boys.

Let's see what happens

when I tell him they want to meet the press.

That's Sam's wife.

I know, but who's that handsome gentleman she's with?

- Ms. Girard. - Get rid of it.

I want to talk to Secretary of Defense Curry.

Can you work your magic?

Yes. A few minutes.

And I'm gonna need a video feed.

I'd like to see his reaction to what I have to say.

We have cameras.

We do have, uh, cameras.

Hey, Sam.

Have a look.

What the hell is that?

That's the guy keeping your wife warm.

I'm sorry. You think that's funny?

I think it's sad, actually.

Well, you stand up if you're gonna talk to me like that, man.

Easy, XO stay on target.

Hey, you, get rid of that and get me my video feed. Now.

Hey.

I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with him today.

No, it's fine. It's fine. It's just a picture.

I thought you'd be pleased.

You said you couldn't go home because Hopper was hurt,

but now he's okay, so--

So now I can go.

Yeah.

I'm ecstatic.

So...

are you...

going home?

I haven't decided.

But you want to.

Doesn't matter what I want.

I got a job to do,

and the bay bridge doesn't reach this far.

I've always wanted to see the...

Oh, my God.

That looks like my mom.

What?

Hey. Hey.

- Aah! - Hold on!

Ah!

Why does my head hurt so much?

You getting through?

Trouble with the relay, but soon, I think.

You need anything?

No, I'm okay.

And what about my video feed?

I'm working on it.

Well, the sooner the better.

Look, mate, unless you know how to do my job,

why don't you just chill out and let me do my job?

Okay.

We got a serious issue in town.

One second, COB.

- Okay, your line is open. - Yeah, hold the line.

Nigel, I need the video feed.

Cross your legs, sister.

I said I was working on it.

I don't know what your problem is,

but you sort it out, and you sort it out right now.

Problem sorted.

Please, everyone, just-- just stop talking.

Please.

Oh, it's so loud in here.

Same thing's happening all over town.

I've seen this party before, and it's not good.

We've been dosed.

It's a pretty serious drug called BZ.

Military designed it, nickname Buzz.

I was a Guinea pig.

Me and some buddies volunteered back when music didn't suck.

Extra cash was nice,

but even at a low dose, it was no picnic.

There any good news?

Well, it doesn't kill you.

Found it.

Um, "BZ is an odorless military incapacitating agent.

The central effects include delusions, poor judgment,

memory blackouts, paranoia, illusions, hallucinations.

Ultimately, the victims will lose consciousness."

Symptoms last about eight hours.

This is a coordinated attack.

Yeah, but how'd it get here?