Last Resort

We're under attack. We have been drugged.

They told me, put their drug in the water, and you would go to sleep.

They promised me my island back.

Did you kill those men out there?

Your friends were already dead when I got here.

I don't have time to do it the nice way.

We made a very simple arrangement.

Everything's negotiable.

Who are you?

Tell me.

Tell me!

He's a government agent sent to spy on me

and turn me against Sam.

I'm gonna fix everything. You'll see, Christine.

What are you doing, Sam?

Captain Butler has a firing solution on the "Colorado."

I could kill you right now.

Do you want a war?

When I was unconscious, someone took my firing key.

We now have no nuclear launch capabilities.

Lieutenant Shepard, how much longer is he gonna take?

- We do what we're told. - Cause that's worked out so well for us so far.

It's outrageous.

You almost done, XO?

I think some of these guys are about 30 seconds

from coming over here and getting an article 90.

Well, it's gonna take as long as it takes, lieutenant.

That's my bag, sir.

I'm sorry. No one's exempt.

We don't know who helped those men with the BZ attack.

We know who attacked us.

Black ops with help from Serrat.

Then who stole the EpiPens on the sub?

There's somebody on the inside. You know it, and I know it.

Why don't you just let me help you?

Do I have to spell it out for you, lieutenant?

So I'm a suspect?

You think that I betrayed the crew?

I don't know.

You're dismissed. You're pulling rank on me?

I don't pull rank, lieutenant. I have rank.

No sign of the key.

But if we keep treating them like this, we're gonna lose 'em.

The only people on board when the key was stolen were crew members, XO.

One of them is the enemy.

And until we find out who,

the only people who can know about the key are you and me.

But it's been 48 hours, sir.

If the goal was to render us defenseless,

then how come we're not already dead?

Our Judas hasn't reported their success yet. But once they do...

At least let me tell Grace.

Grace's father was hauled out of here in military custody, Sam.

Is it impossible to imagine her doing something rash?

I back Lieutenant Shepard 100%, sir.

100%.

Until this thing is over, we will be ruled by fact

and not emotion.

And the fact is, we have been betrayed.

We keep searching the crew.

We keep this up, we're not gonna have a crew.

Quiet!

They tossed my bunk, too.

You don't see me bitchin' about somebody spittin' in my grits.

XO wants these coffin lockers open. Open 'em up.

Now file out.

Kowalski.

What do you got there?

It's a night guard, COB, for my overbite.

Hey, Kurt Cobain.

Where'd you get this?

I...

You been using? You've been using!

You want this junk?

You want this? Huh?

No! Where'd you get it?

The only two people who know you're still alive

are the two you're looking at.

And that's lucky for you.

I know a couple of navy seals that would love to come say hi.

Who's the traitor on my boat?

Here I thought you were gonna start with my name.

It's Booth.

Booth?

Okay, Booth.

We know you had assistance during the attack.

We want to know who you're working with.

Come on, captain.

You must have heard the rumors.

The word among sub captains for a while

has been that the CIA has a sleeper agent

on every nuclear sub...

Just in case some crazy captain gets the wrong idea.

And whoever it is in your crew,

judging from the urgency of the question,

I guess they pulled it off.

Pulled off what, exactly?

Their mission.

The firing key from around your neck.

Mmm. I see I'm right.

So that's who you're with... CIA?

Hell of a feeling, isn't it?

Enjoy your lunch,

because I will keep you here

where you can hear your breath

and your heartbeat and nothing else

until you give me a name.

Compartmentalization, captain.

Why would I know?

You can torture me again, but I don't know a name,

a face,

or even a voice.

Well, maybe he's lying.

I doubt it.

But there is one other person who may know.

You should post more guards.

Why? I have nothing to fear.

You aided foreigners in an attack on this island using a military drug.

COB.

Tear it apart. Load everything up in boxes.

Something I value greatly was taken from me during the attack.

If you can tell me where to find it

or who took it, we're good.

If not, I do have 28 cruise missiles on my boat. Cruise missile?

I've been threatened with many things,

but never a cruise missile.

Put 'em on the truck.

We'll open 'em later.

Search him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Last time I was here,

he was the one in control.

I like it this way better.

What are you looking at?

The back of your neck.

I like your hair up.

I make better tips with it down.

Guys in bars like to think

the girls pouring their drinks are free spirits.

That way, if they say something interesting enough,

hop into bed with them. Mmm.

Can you imagine such stupidity?

Mmm. I can help you bury your friends. I don't mind.

Gotta be just me and Hopper.

Go bury your friends.

Come back. I'll... I'll close down the bar.

We'll drink ourselves stupid and fire guns in the air,

whatever you like.

You're good for me.

That's a problem?

Just not used to it.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

Tell me.

Tell me!

What is all this?

We had to store Serrat's stuff somewhere.

Everything has to be searched,

including your office.

You're looking through my things?

You want to tell me what you were doing at Serrat's?

I went to listen to music. Is that allowed?

Did you search my computer as well?

Okay, if you want to search me, go ahead. I can't stop you.

But you know I was not involved.

I don't know what you are.

Not for sure.

Well, maybe that makes two of us.

I know you're selling to my guys.

No more.

Listen, old man,

you need something, you just ask.

Don't deal to navy.

The nuclear attack on Pakistan...

Was the terrorist threat the government used to justify it...

Was it real

or was it just an excuse?

A false flag to validate the first shot of a man

who wants to be an emperor, not a president.

And your boat and the citizens of that nation paid the price.

Yeah, enjoy it, man. You're the good guys.

But here's the twist...

So are we.

You killed two navy seals. You're the good guys?

We tried to avoid that.

My team was just supposed to grab Hopper

while the sleeper took your captain's key.

Why steal the firing key?

Why not reach out? Why not form an alliance?

You may think he's some kind of chess master,

but nobody knows if Chaplin is just bluffing or if he's actually insane.

Either way, it's too dangerous

to let him stay parked out here with 17 nukes.

Have you seen his NSMRL psych profile?

Do you know he has rage issues

and borderline narcissistic personality traits?

You know who else he shares those traits with?

Who's that? Gadhafi, Stalin,

Jim Jones. Churchill, Macarthur, Patton.

Look, Booth, can you help get us home or not?

We don't want you to come home, Sam.