The Last Ship

This is how war begins.

Athens and Sparta fought during a plague

which wiped out much of the population.

Sound familiar?

But the war brought only more death and destruction

because people let their fear, their honor, their interest

cloud their judgment.

The Peloponnesian War may be ancient history,

but its lessons are not.

You, here, will be the first graduating class of midshipmen

to enter the Navy since our own troubles ended just three years ago.

We're in a time of peace,

but peace doesn't keep itself.

Ours is a small navy, which means...

Your importance to the mission is even larger.

And you will take the lessons from history,

both ancient and very recent, with you as you enter service.

When you put on the uniform,

you can't let your fear...

Or your pride or your selfish interest

lead you astray or people die.

We have to think differently because we are different.

We are warriors.

All right, we'll pick it up after the weekend.

Don't forget your reading.

We're all working from the same edition,

thanks to our friends at the Nimitz Library.

We'll discuss the first hundred pages.

Don't worry, there's lots of pictures.

Attention on deck.

Dismissed.

See you on Monday, enjoy the big game, go Navy!

Go Navy!

Mr. Swain? - Yes, sir?

How it is my brightest student

is always the last one to turn in his assignments?

Oh, sir, I had a last minute breakthrough.

I wanted to check my numbers.

I'm sorry, sir. It's no excuse.

"The Next Virus Will Be Cyber." I thought I was done with viruses.

I hope we are, sir.

Well, I'm docking you one grade for lateness,

but this is excellent work.

And if you don't mind, I'd like to hang on to it for a little bit.

There's some folks at Fleet Command who'd be interested in your research.

I'd like to share it with them, with your permission.

Yeah. (CLEARS THROAT) Yes, sir. Of course.

Um...

Do you miss it, sir?

Miss what?

War, sir.

Son, you really oughta get to my class more often.

I just mean, you retired,

and that's cool and all, but...

Don't you miss the mission?

Clarity of purpose?

I mean, you said it yourself, we're warriors.

Without a war, what's a warrior to do?

Thank you, sir.

Tavo, Tavo, viva Tavo! Tavo, Tavo, viva Tavo!

Tavo, Tavo, viva Tavo! Tavo, Tavo, viva Tavo!

Tavo, Tavo, viva Tavo! Tavo, Tavo, viva Tavo!

Tavo, Tavo!

You get the tickets?

Si.

No problem, señor.

I smuggled blue cure into Panama

two weeks before the ship showed up.

This? This was easy.

"You are cordially invited to the 50th birthday celebration"

"of El Presidente Fernando Asturius. Black tie preferred."

You know, it seems odd El Presidente throws a blow-out party

while the people curse him in the street.

That's Panama . El Presidente isn't afraid of Gustavo Barros

or his Gran Colombian goons.

Whoever controls the Panama Canal...

Is king.

And for now, that man is El Presidente.

Well, killing El Presidente would change all that.

You guys are crazy.

What are you? Defense Intelligence?

CIA?

Yeah, you guys are crazy.

Adiós, Marco.

I gotta go!

No, I'm going through security.

I'll see you tonight.

I will do the cooking.

You're the best ever. Ever, ever, ever!

And the cutest and the sweetest and the smartest.

- I gotta go! - Wait!

I'm sending you something super important.

- Hang on! - Okay, okay, okay.

Did you get it?

I got it.

Now you have it.

You're so weird. I love you.

I love you. Bye.

Bye.

Commander Granderson? ALISHA: Yes, sir.

You're right on time.

Put it up on the big screens.

They made it.

Almost here.

The great fleet.

USS Michener, this is fleet command, come in, over.

This is Zulu actual. It is another beautiful day at sea.

As I'm sure you've been watching,

we're currently 200 miles north of Naval Station Mayport.

Should be in port and all tucked in by nightfall.

Ships in the fleet, why don't you give our friends

in Florida a proper Navy hello?

This is USS Jeffrey Michener actual. All systems go.

We have onboard a full complement of surface warriors,

aviators, and more marines than you can shake a stick at. Over.

This is the USS Oliver actual. All systems are a go.

This is Michael O'Connor actual. All systems go.

This is the Javier Cruz actual. Smooth sailing.

Good day, fleet command.

This is Nathan James actual. All systems go.

We are ready and proud to no longer be the only ship in the fleet.

Ships of the fleet, your route is clear.

We wish you fair winds and following seas.

Much obliged, Master Chief.

It's a great day for the Navy, and the red, white, and blue.

This is Zulu actual out.

We're up a touchdown but it's early.

Taking nothing for granted.

Army's got ground game. For once.

What time's your flight?

Couple hours.

You pack your whites?

It's hot in Florida, even in December.

Sam moved out, Sasha.

He wants to live with Ashley in St. Louis.

I know. I spoke with Ashley last week.

Oh, great, so I'm the last to know?

They have a great school there. They have continuity.

- Don't take it personally. - How can I not?

It's just easier for them. They...

They're used to you not being there full-time.

What do you mean? I've been here full-time for the last three years.

Not in your head.

I'm sorry.

How's Panama?

Hot, getting hotter.

I'm hoping to settle things quick.

We should visit the kids at Christmas.

Yup, okay.

Tom, things are good.

Considering everything, they're real good.

Just go have fun with your old friends and I'll call you soon.

I love you.

Be safe.

Viva Tavo.

Viva Tavo!

Welcome to the helo bay.

This is where Dr. Scott set up her lab.

It was in this small, sealed space

that she developed the cure and eventually tested it...

On some of our crew.

Come, step through this door and imagine yourself

in a bio-secure space,

one where you would have to wear a suit like this

in order to protect yourself from the virus.

Excuse me, sir. So sorry to be a bother, but would you mind?

- Not at all. - Oh, thanks much!

You just press that button right there.

Okay, right.

And all the kids across the street,

you know, just start sprayin' him with the hose.

He said, "Daddy, Daddy, I wanna be like you."

I'm, like, "What are you? What?"

I rush out staring at him,

and he's waving his shorts over his head at the kids.

- Attention on deck! There he is.

Don't stop the reunion on my account.

- Sir. - Good to see you, Ray.

Likewise, sir.

Gator!

How's civilian life treating you?

Well, I can't say it's less stressful than being out at sea.

My boy turned two yesterday.

That's terrific. Congrats.

He's retired,

but he's gonna put on that uniform

and be Gator one last time tomorrow, right?