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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.

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

Easy, easy.

Sniper! Uhh!

- Aah! - Take cover!

Mother, we got troops in contact.

Be advised, we have one eagle wounded!

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!

Come on!

- Aah! - Green!

Aah!

Aah!

No, no, take Miller first!

- You lost your voting rights, man! - Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Keep looking for the seeds!

Be advised,

sniper is neutralized, but we're still taking fire.

Miller and Green are secure, but down hard.

We need to get them exfil, ASAP!

Do you have the seeds?

Negative. No sign of the progenitor.

All of the crates are carrying plants covered in insects.

He's spreading the Nostos the same way

the Red Rust spread, through leaf-eating insects.

That's why there's only a few plants in each crate.

They're just food to infect the bugs.

Vulture Team, the bugs are the vector.

I say again, the bugs are the vector for the Nostos.

You need to destroy those crates.

Don't let any bugs get off that plane! They all must burn!

Torch those planes! Burn it all! Burn it all now!

One plane down.

Contents burning.

Second plane's crippled.

I can't blow the package until I get these guys outta here.

You believe this guy, Danny?

Acting like he ain't never been shot before.

I haven't.

- What a rook. - I know.

Come on, come on.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Stay with me.

It's okay. Come on. This ain't nothin'.

This ain't nothin', right?

Come on, Miller.

You gotta be kidding me.

Uhh!

There's a third plane!

I say again, a third plane on the north runway!

I do not have a line to take target.

- Go. - No.

- If that plane takes off... - I said I'm not leaving you, man!

Mother, Burk. Enemy aircraft taking off.

Facing 0-1-3. Marking with laser.

Request immediate fire support.

Soon as we engage, we'll give away our position.

- If we lose that plane, Mike... - What choice do we have?

Mother, maintaining laser lock on enemy target.

- OOD, set General Quarters. - Aye, sir.

General Quarters, General Quarters.

CIC, Bridge.

Engage target. Prepare countermeasures.

I have target lock from laser.

Fire.

Yeah!

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- What's going on? - The Americans fired a missile.

And the planes, are they still...

All the planes have been destroyed.

But we have a lock on Nathan James' position.

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Vampire! Vampire! Vampire! Missile inbound, track 63.

MSS, TAO. Kill track with birds.

MSS aye, killing track 63 with birds.

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- Enough! - Don't tell me how to fight the ship!

Keep lobbing missiles like that,

and they're gonna knock them down every time!

- They're low on missiles. They have to be! - So are we!

They're not gonna shoot at us while we have the seeds.

Use the damn advantage and charge them!

Charge them!

I've got a lock on Vellek's ship.

Heading straight for us.

They're tired of missing. Lucia wants a fistfight.

She knows we can't fire back.

Might as well get within potato range.

Gator, set course for Linosa. We need the island cover.

Hardly a fair fight. We can't fire.

So we knock the fight out of them.

Let them chase us around the island.

But drop a couple operators in a zodiac right in her path.

Board and cripple that ship.

Nathan James can then come out of cover and take control

while we find the seeds.

We still have to exfil our operators.

From the sound of it, they're not in any shape...

I'll go.

It's personal for Lucia.

They have the seeds. She wants me.

If I fail,

Nathan James lives to fight another day.

I'll go with you.

It's personal for me, too.

Dad, that's just distilled Nostos for plants.

It'll mellow you out, but it won't bring Christos back.

What did you do with it?

What did you do with my damn stash?

I dumped it.

Oh, my God.

I need you sharp. You're a junkie,

and your recklessness got Giorgio killed.

And now you want the rest of us to join him.

I won't let that happen.

From now on, we do this my way or...

Oh!

I'm not angry at you, Dad.

Not anymore.

Anger won't bring my brothers back.

Christos, stop her.

He doesn't leave the lab.

Christos.

Christos.

Christos?

Christos?

Christos...

Nathan James will maintain position behind the island.

First, you'll need to burn the ship's radar

by crippling its cooling mechanism.

Cooling skid's in the engine room. Got it.

When it goes, you'll have a couple minutes

before the radar systems auto-shutdown from the heat.

- No radar, no targeting. - Understood.

Compromising the engine's reduction gear

will grind the ship's propulsion to a halt.

It's usually padlocked.

All you gotta do is gum up the works.

Not a problem.

Now we won't make a move until we know you guys are DIW.

So if anything goes south, bail,

and we will come around and we will pick you up...

Captain. We got it.

Yeah. I can see that.

Good luck.

Gator, how we doing?

We're on the lee side of Linosa, Master Chief.

Vellek's ship is bearing 125 degrees

and approximately 20 knots.

They're rounding the island for cover.

Okay, all ahead full.

Negative. I'm going to slow down.

I want to see what's around that turn.

All ahead, 2/3.

Vellek's props are decreasing speed.

Slower is good. Hooking a ship at night's hard enough.

Don't want to try it at 30 knots.

Crossing the interception point. Zodiac is there.

Good luck.

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General Quarters.

Means they're closing in on Nathan James.

We got 10 minutes.

An entire Greek ship against the two of us.

They won't know what hit 'em.

There's gotta be some somewhere.

Oh, God.

That's not gonna work. There's not enough.

Come on, Christos.

Cooling's down. Weapons are FUBAR. Heading for Vellek's lab.

I'll meet you there.

Aah!

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Triton's dead in the water, ma'am.

Bridge, CIC.

Roger that, CIC.

Vellek's lost propulsion.

I'd say that's the cue from Chandler.

OOD, get us out from behind this island.

Head straight for that Greek Destroyer.

All ahead full.

Aye, sir. Helm, all ahead full.

All ahead full, aye.

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What does that mean?

It means we're blind. We cannot target.

Fire manually.

Send a missile. Send 20!

If we fire without cooling, the launchers will warp,

and we'll be trapped inside a floating 10,000-ton bomb!

Captain, what are the odds

of this number of catastrophic system failures

happening all at once?

A million to one.

The Americans.

They're already here.

Christos.

They're coming for us.

We have to leave, son.

Christos? We gotta go, man. Where are you?

Right here, Dad.

The seeds. Where are they?

My son...

It's over, Vellek,

but you can still redeem yourself.

You can redeem your family.

Give us the formula for the cure without the Nostos.

Feed the world.

A random act of violence.

That's what they called it when my son was beaten to death.

Then the virus came, and "random" became "constant."

Man's real nature, his conscience,

his compassion, went to sleep.

Smothered by his addiction to violence.

I offered a way back.

It wasn't a way back. It was a way out.

You have a formula. You have the seeds.

- Whatever you've done... - Cannot be undone.

What's gone is gone.

Go! Get Vellek! I'll find the seeds!

BM3, what's the first order you get when you take the helm?

- Don't crash the ship, sir. - I want you to belay that order.

You do whatever it takes,

but get us alongside that enemy ship as hard as you can.

Aye aye, Captain.

OOD, bring us in at target angle 170.

I want that ship to need a cigarette after this.

Aye, sir.

Master Chief, no way Vulture team gets back in time.

And they're beat to hell.

I need a boarding party.

Attention, all hands. This is your Master Chief.

At this very moment, our ship's most capable operators

are making their way back from one hell of a fight.

But we're not done here.

Our Captain needs volunteers to join him

in boarding the enemy ship and bringing Cooper,

Captain Chandler, and those seeds back in one piece.

Anyone willing to lay their lives on the line,

muster in the Helo bay in five minutes.

That is all.

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They won't shoot. They can't.

No, they're going to try to board us.

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- Where are you going?! - To clean up your family's mess.

50 cal and two 40s, Captain.

All right, they showed us theirs. Let's show 'em ours.

XO, prepare to pound 'em.

Get Commander Green up here. I need her eyes.

Granderson, you've got combat.

Work the cut-out zones of Triton's crew-served weapons.

And send Commander Green up to the bridge.

Yes, sir.

Commander, do your thing!

Aye, sir!

Let's hope I still got it.

Joe, let's get that team moving!

Sir! Permission to join the boarding party.

Move!

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Shift your rudder!

Shift your rudder!

Shift my rudder, aye!

Aah!

Uhh!

Gunner's down!

Aah!

Aah!

Yep, still got it.

Ready, team?

Now! Port engine ahead 2/3!

Starboard engine back 2/3!

Brace! Brace! Brace!

Go! Go! Go! Move! Move!

Go, go, go!

Uhh!

Aah!

Bitch! Finish her!

Uhh!

Uhh!

Uhh!

I shot double "Expert" at the Academy.

No one ever asked.

Right.

Uhh!

Clear.

Vellek!

Hell of a view, man.

The mighty Tom Chandler, down on one knee.

I'm swooning.

Give me the gun.

I thought this family didn't believe in violence.

We're only human.

This one's for Giorgio.

Uhh! Uhh!

Daddy...

Daddy?

Daddy...

This world...

Somewhere, this world is good.

Step away from the edge, Vellek.

I offered a cure, man.

A real and final cure for the sickness in us all.

You of all people should know about that...

what you've seen, what you've done.

You need what I'm offering more than anybody.

You're right, Doctor.

I have seen the worst in people,

the worst in myself.

But I've also seen strength in others

that you wouldn't believe,

and kindness that would bring you to tears.

That was beautiful, man.

I can clearly see why people follow you.

But you are the one-eyed king.

I offer you peace, you choose war.

Peace at the cost of free will?

I'll take war anytime.

"We the people"... Addicted to your darkness.

Being human isn't about cutting out the darkness.

It's about fighting,

every day, to find the light!

No, Captain.

You don't have to fight to find the light.

Give the world another chance.

See the good for yourself.

The people still need you.

We have the seeds, but we need your science.

I appreciate the invite, man.

But there's Heaven.

And I gotta go.

Hi, sweetheart.

You did it.

You saved the world again.

Easy day.

We have the seeds. They look good.

We salvaged what we could of Vellek's research,

got our hands on some cured plants that are Nostos free,

and plenty of bugs.

Doc Rios figures we can spread that cure around the world

in half the time it took the Red Rust to poison it.

A hell of a stunt you pulled, ramming that ship.

I've seen crazier.

Anyway, we found a port to refuel, and we got a-a plane

to evacuate our wounded as quickly as possible.

Where we headed?

Not far from your old stomping grounds in Greece.

We're gonna deliver the refugees,

and then you can decide if you wanna be dropped off, too,

or pick up your family.

I can take you wherever it is you might want to go to next.

How about home?

Yeah, home it is.

So this is what you guys do all day?

Pretty much.

That is something else.

You all giving my man Gator a hard time?

Uh, his testicles just dropped, so yeah, we're about to start.

Hey, how many navigators does it take to change a lightbulb?

How many?

One, if you can find it.

- Jesus, Miller. - You just make that up?

- I'm on drugs. - Doc, up his dosage, please.

Please, cut him off.

You should be resting.

Resting doesn't seem to be my thing.

Well, you saved the world. Again.

We did.

It was always "we."

Let's hope this time it's for good.

Future's uncertain.

Vellek was right. There's still a lot of bad out there.

But at least we're getting a fresh start.

Fresh start sounds like a good plan.

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