All language subtitles for The.Last.Ship.S02E06.Bip.x264-DEMAND-eng

Americans.

When the day of judgment comes,
where do they seek refuge?

A shopping mall.

MacDowell reckons
there are 10,000 in the area.

He says 5% of 'em
may be Immunes, just like us.

Fifteen million American Immunes,
just waiting to join the cause.

Yeah, and how many of them

are gonna go for your
"we are the chosen" act?

It ain't no act.

Ned.

It ain't no act.

Fine. Good, look, Sean, the labs are gone.

The boys took care of
the ones in Lisbon and Istanbul.

The only cure that's left
is sitting on that Navy ship.

It's them we should be going after now.

Achilles ain't no use to us
until we repair the sound matting

we scraped off in the canyons.

Once we're good and quiet again,
Ian will get her moving

and restart the hunt for the destroyer.

And I say we join him
and the rest of our crew

instead of mucking around
in this bloody swamp.

Come on, let's kill those Navy bastards
and then bugger off back to England.

Have you heard a bloody word
I've been saying? Ned, I have a plan.

It's a shit plan.

- Ned.
- Running from town to town,

waiting for people to get the virus,

and then picking through survivors
looking for punters like us.

- Ned.
- I hate this place.

The heat.

We should be home living the life.

And what's he still doing here?

If it weren't for Niels, we wouldn't have
found that doctor down the coast,

and their labs.

Yeah, all right.

Thank you very much!

We don't need him hanging around
now creeping people out.

He's like the grim reaper.

That's all part of the plan.

Niels' special talent's
the thing we've been looking for.

That reaper's gonna help us
find more Immunes

just by breathing on them.

My lab is low on just about everything.

Once I have depleted
the cell cultures on hand,

we won't be able to manufacture
the vaccine on the ship.

Anything on that sub?

No. For all we know,
they're halfway back to England by now.

Keep widening the search area.

Farthest on circle from point last seen,
24-hour range.

Sir, if I may, to continue the search,
we're gonna burn through all of our fuel.

We'll top it off in Norfolk or Mayport.

There's a naval weapons station
in Charleston.

Wait, excuse me for
interrupting, but it seems to me

that the longer we seek out
this submarine,

the further it takes us off our mission.

We need to rebuild the labs

or find one with enough stock
of cell culture.

Where would you suggest we go?

Which lab? Go on. Pick one.

Phoenix, destroyed, no survivors.
Salt Lake, destroyed, no survivors.

Madison, Topeka, gone. Baltimore.

Baltimore, which I so cleverly added
to the secret lab network, gone.

Florida. Everything we worked for!

Captain, you don't think
I'm aware of this?

I have spent the last 20 hours
trying to figure out

why this could have happened,
how this could have happened.

But we need to stay on course

or millions more are going to die.

That sub is the mission now.

We'll find the people who did this

and we'll make 'em pay.

TAO, sonar, nothing on subsurface.

Roger that.

I can't take this anymore.

- No, you got to listen.
- No, stop. Stop, I can't.

So, the first mate says to the judge,
"I'll have you know, a sailor I am not."

Oi!

Anything on that destroyer?

- No, mate.
- Come on.

Quiet as a church mouse.

Just 'cause the boss is off ship
ain't no excuse to lollygag.

- Keep looking.
- All right.

- Ned wants results.
- Yeah, all right.

Don't "all right" me.

I'm a goddamned warrant officer,
class two.

Aye, sir.

With his knickers in a twist.

Shut it!

It must have transmitted to
the satellite right before the attack.

Have you watched it?

Only long enough to know
that it was for you, ma'am.

But even from what I saw...

it wasn't easy to watch.

Rachel, God, I pray this gets to you.

Listen, we're under attack, Rachel,
but it's important that you learn this.

I've been working with the data
you sent me about the cure,

and I think I found a way to help,

using what I learned
about the measles project.

Now I know you think that's crazy,
but it works.

I'm sending you the data now. It's here.

Look, I don't...

God! Listen, Rachel.

It's all worked out.
All you have to do is...

I just somehow pray
that this file gets to you,

that you get it off the server.

- Rachel, you got to know that...
- Okay.

Rachel.

Come on now. Take it all.
We need to find that server.

- Okay, doc, stand up.
- No. Please, please.

Well, that's how they were able to
get the locations of all the labs.

Stole them from Dr. Hunter.

He was working on an experiment to turn
my liquid injectable version of the cure

into a powder so it could be
released over populated areas

via helicopters, planes, drones, even.

I could manufacture
a highly concentrated powder

right here on the ship.

We wouldn't even need labs anymore.

So people could breathe in the cure.

It would be very much like crop-dusting.

Mass inoculations
without glassware, needles,

all the infrastructure
that we no longer have.

Do you think Hunter
was actually able to do it?

I know that he had some good results
aerosolizing the measles vaccine,

but I won't know until
we get down to his lab in Florida.

The formulas are locked away
on his computers.

Absolutely not.

It's a long shot, and we've got
bigger fish to fry right now.

Really?

Bigger fish?

And by that, I assume you mean revenge.

By that, I mean we're not going anywhere
until we take out that sub.

The men who killed Hunter,
their accent, that was Irish, right?

Yes.

Means the sub commander
has people on the ground.

Achilles was 200 miles offshore
when it launched on the labs.

No way they were able to slip
back and forth between Florida.

Dr. Hunter's lab location
was hidden on the secure server.

The bastards never got
the flash drive from their man.

- So how'd they find it?
- It doesn't matter.

Whoever killed your friend
is long gone by now.

This is a wild goose chase.

If all you care about is...

Have you forgotten
what we're all doing here?

Find the cure, save the world.

Remember?

Clear.

There's a TAC
headed to the east wing.

Nathan James, Sabrehawk One
leaving the landing zone.

Vulture Team in place.

Roger, Sabrehawk One.

Clear.

Clear.

More dead doctors
in the east wing.

Nathan James, Vulture Team.

We got what we expected.

Roger, Vulture Team.

He was a giant.

The smartest man I knew.

Ma'am, they shot up the doctor's office
pretty good, bashed the computers to bits.

I'm so sorry.

I found these cultures.

So at least we can continue
making the cure for now.

See if there's anything
in that box to help.

Did you find anything
that links to the sub?

Aside from how good these guys
are at killing? No, sir.

Sir, they came in quiet,
cut the lock at the north gate.

But they left in a hurry
and drove right over the flattened fence.

There are muddy tracks to follow.

Sir, may I speak freely?

Always.

Let's go.

Sir, we'll take Dr. Scott back
to Nathan James

so she can finish her important work.
Come with us.

Whoever did this may have
already swept through Europe,

and we cannot allow them to
get a foothold here in America,

and we can't keep looking
over our shoulder for that sub.

We find them, we make it safe
for Dr. Scott to finish her work.

This is all the same mission now.

Fair enough.

But I can see it in your eyes, sir,
your desire for vengeance.

So I'm asking,

as a man who is never more than
509 feet from his captain,

don't let this sub
become your white whale.

Miller! Cruz!

Aye, sir.

Go with the master chief,
get Dr. Scott back to the ship.

The rest of you with me.

Chief Taylor, find us a vehicle.
We need to follow those tracks.

Yes, sir. Let's go.

When you find the people
who did this, Captain...

Kill them.

Captain, take a look.

One trail ends, the other begins.

Let's see if these boats
can take us where we need to go.

Nathan James, Vulture Team. Over.

Read you loud and clear,
Vulture Team. Over.

We're approximately
29.23 north, 81.55 west.

Requesting UAV
fly over our whiskey with FLIR package.

I want a full sweep,
50-nautical-mile radius.

These guys are hiding in the swamps.
I need you to find them. Over.

Roger, Vulture Team.

Want one?

No.

Hey.

- Well?
- I love this town.

Everything you hear about
southern hospitality, it's true.

I met some very kind people.
They gave me sweet tea.

I had this little chat
with the local sheriff.

He says to me, he goes,

"We're all in this together."

It's funny, no?

Yeah, I'll bet.

How long till they're all dead?

Well, I'm still quite contagious,
so, you know, won't be long now.

Out of the ashes, a few will rise.
Our army will grow.

Brilliant. Brilliant. You see, Ned?

Do you understand
what we have here in Niels?

Ned, I passed a department store,
and I was thinking

that maybe you and some of your friends
could get some fresh clothes,

improve the smell on the submarine, maybe?

Do you know what I think, Sean?

I think this is a dodge!

I think it's an excuse to duck out
of your responsibilities at home!

You're afraid! You are afraid to lead!

You are afraid of that destroyer!

And that's why
we're stuck on this bleeding rock!

Say that again, bruv.

Tell me I'm afraid.

I am culling the herd, Ned.

And the pure
will have a chance to join us.

Those who refuse my beneficence will die
along with the crew of that Navy ship.

Now, you have a choice to make.

Do you want to help me?

Or do you want to join
our beloved mother in the grave?

Well,

now you've come to mention it...

Do you think Beyoncé's immune?

Eh?

I mean, it's possible,

5% and all that.

I think she'd look rather good on my arm.

Don't you think?

The nearest big city is St. Augustine,
but they're dark.

If it were me, I'd head inland.

Yeah, but north or south,
that's the question.

Sir, UAV at 5,000 feet,
30 miles north of Vulture Team.

Nothing for miles.

In those swamps,
you'd think we'd get a heat signature

off an alligator or something.

Nah, gators are cold-blooded.

In the Florida heat, they'd look
about as warm as the ground around 'em.

Right. Sorry, sir.

We don't have too many gators
where I'm from.

Yeah, well, my son taught me that.

He hated school, but he knew everything
about animals and dinosaurs.

Got something, sir. Pretty high.

Could be generators, people,
maybe a large campground.

Nothing else for miles.

Vulture Team, we have a target.

UAV is picking up a large heat signature
about 23 miles north of your whiskey.

30.136 north, 81.678 west.

- These are our guys.
- It's got to be.

Only people within this boat's range.

Nathan James, Vulture Team.

- We're en route. Will advise.
- Roger that.

Let's move out!

I need to turn our liquid vaccine
into an aerosol form.

And to do so,
I need the proper chemical base

to cut with our vaccine
to create a stable and dry formulation.

Something that won't degrade its potency.

Powder base brings with it
all kinds of complications.

Which is why no one's been able to do it.

It's utterly organic, completely simple.

Missing just enough pieces
to drive us crazy solving it.

It's the same shape as cyclohexane,
a dry-cleaning solvent.

It's way too toxic.

I have to ask.

Is it possible
that Dr. Hunter never solved it himself?

No. He solved it.

He gave his life to tell me.

Green, Taylor, Tex,
take the southern flank.

Lieutenant Burk, Lieutenant Bivas,
you're coming with me.

We'll circle around from the north.

- Aye, sir.
- Let's move.

Some kind of safe zone, Captain.

This is not just a safe zone.

There's at least a few mercs
from the Solace here.

And they're talking to the sub right now.

I say again, they are
communicating with the sub.

Roger, Vulture Team.
They're talking to the sub.

That means they're at radio depth.
Find them.

Aye, sir. Searching.

Can you make out what they're saying?

Definitely radio communication, sir,
but it's encrypted.

Okay, you know the drill.

Yes, sir. Starting decryption now.

I see three mercs on the inside.
Another two behind the shed.

- We can take them.
- No, we wait.

Let's see where they lead us.

Ma'am, I thought you might be hungry.

How very thoughtful of you.

Chicken and mushroom in a roux sauce,
my specialty.

Is that right?

It's good enough for the
President of the United States, so...

You prepared food for the President?

At Camp David.
It was his favorite dish, or so I'm told.

- You're having me on.
- No.

No, ma'am. Only the best Navy cooks
get to cook for the Commander in Chief.

Why in heaven would you leave that job?

You got to go to sea
if you want to make rank.

You know, it's an art
preparing the perfect roux,

especially seeing how hard it is
to get fresh ingredients these days.

You see, the real secret
is sifting the flour just right.

Too heavy, and the minute it hits
that butter, you got yourself a fritter.

But you do it right,
man, you got yourself a nice, rich sauce.

Not too soupy, not too thick.

Oh, my God!

It's completely delicious.

Ma'am, you haven't even tried it.

I need a food base.

If I can isolate it
and have it adhere to the vaccine

and form the micro powder...

Thank you, Bacon. Thank you!

So, you ain't even gonna taste it?

Kick it! Come on!

- Oh! Great save!
- Yeah!

Yeah, he scores!

Give me something, brother.
That was fun, guys. Thanks.

Hey, thanks for the stuff. Appreciate it.

Thanks very much. Appreciate it.

That was fun, thanks.
Hey, doll, how you doing?

Hey, man. They are a friendly group.
Handing out clothes, food, blankets.

It's an apocalyptic love-in.

All that's missing
is music and some wacky weed.

Americans?

Every one of 'em.
No sign of no foreign fighters.

Where'd you find that?

Commandeered by order of the Navy.

Couple of late arrivals from out of town.
No one will miss them, sir.

Captain, it's looking like a company move.

They're loading up the trucks
and heading out over there.

Same here. Buses arriving.
They're frisking people.

Now we got a ride. Let's follow.

Even in civilian clothes,
we're gonna stand out.

We need to split up.

Green, Taylor, Tex,
take the truck and our gear.

Follow the convoy.
Ravit, Burk, come with me.

We're taking the last bus out of here.

Nathan James, we're going radio silent.

Negative, Vulture Team. Do not go dark.

Keep contact through Green and Taylor.

I say again, do not go dark.

- We got a lead, XO. We need to follow it.
- I say...

Chief Taylor, you're now our rally point

and our way out of
whatever trouble we get into.

Aye, sir. I've got your back.

Sir?

Ditching our gear and our weapons,
you sure about this?

Roger that.

Take off your clothes.

Indistinct conversations

Everybody I knew is dead.
My husband, my children.

Four girls.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.
I'm sure you've got your stories.

I lost my wife.

And then you found us.
In my case, they found me.

I was just out wandering,
no place to call home.

I didn't even know
there was others like us.

How many are there?

Like us?

Sean says there are millions.

Sean?

Have you heard him speak?
Have you seen the videos?

You have to.

And don't you let that
fancy accent of his fool you.

I mean, he's European and all,
but he's just like us.

I'd like to meet him.

Well, it's your lucky day
'cause that's where we're headed.

I need to separate the myo-inositol.

Are you sure you have
the correct stereoisomer?

I suggest we try a corn base.

Because of the phytic acid?

Myo is geometrically more stable,
but chelation of the phytic acid

could prevent mineral absorption
into the vaccine structure.

Worth a shot. Bacon?

Uh...

I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm afraid you lost me.

At what point, exactly, did I lose you?

About two hours ago.

Well, let's start with the flour,
shall we?

We're headed north.
I have a visual of the bus convoy.

I believe Charlie Oscar's in the last bus.

Roger, Cobra Team.

Sir, the sub is transmitting. They're
communicating with someone on land.

Still cannot break the encryption, sir,

but I have a good read
on the signal bearing.

How accurate?

The sub appears to be
holding still at radio depth.

They're not moving, sir.

Mason, can you calculate a range?

Yes, sir, this broadcast
has a different point of origin on land.

It's further north.

We're triangulating approximate
location for the sub.

Ninety nautical miles.

Can't get much closer at quiet one
without tipping our hand.

Nothing on passive sonar?

Nothing, sir.

She's quiet even at 30 knots,
pretty much silent when she's not moving.

Calculate a position on our target.

I hold the sub at this location.

Nathan James is here, making five knots.

We have a vector plot.

At this range, here's our dog box.
TAO, hostile sub designate as Goblin One.

Yeah, I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.
How is it?

Yeah, no, no, no, no. Forget about that.
Have you found the American ship?

Not yet, but we're heading back
towards you. Your brother said...

I don't care what
my brother said, all right?

We are gonna sink those bastards.

All right. Yes, sir.

Now, here's what I want you to do, okay?

XO, FIS is green.

Hold active sonar until we
have a solid track on the sub.

Does the dog box cover the sub's location?

Plenty big, ma'am.
As long as the sub is in that box,

the ASROC torpedo will find it.

Okay, we only get one shot at this.

Once we go active, they'll know
where we are, then they fire back.

TAO, permission to shine lance searcher.

- Shine lance searcher.
- Shining lance searcher.

Sonar, TAO,
do you have an active contact?

I don't understand.

All stations, sonar.
Sonar holds no active contact.

- It's not a sub.
- What is it?

The sonar signature
shows nothing in the water.

Whatever is transmitting
from that spot is on the surface.

It could be a radio relay, a buoy.

That would explain why it's not moving.

And that's how the sub is communicating
with their people on land.

Sub's using it to mask its location.

We have a solid radar track
on the floating relay, sir.

Okay. Very well.

If we can't use it to find them,
we can't decrypt what they're saying,

let's not let 'em talk at all.

Ready an SM-2.

MSS. TAO, kill track 5-0-2-5 with birds.

MSS, aye. Kill track 5-0-2-5 with bird.

Fire.

Bird is away.

Hello, Ned? Are you there, mate? Ned?

Direct hit, ma'am.

Radio signal's dead, sir.

Hello?

Oi!

Ian!

Is there anybody there?

Shit!

Uh-oh.

Looks like they're taking us
to the service entrance.

Taylor, Cobra. We're splitting.

Buses are headed to the main building.

Find us a rally point.

Roger.

Here we go.

Master Chief, any word?

Three teams on an undercover mission,
wandering the swamps of central Florida

led by my Commanding Officer,
alone and unafraid.

Ma'am, I love the Navy, but I don't know
if I'll ever get used to this.

I just pray they come back safe,
and we get this vendetta behind us.

They'll make it back.

They always do.

Find anything useful in Dr. Hunter's lab?

Actually...

What's that?

Cornstarch, from the Chief's mess.

It turns out the secret ingredient
that I've been looking for

was being used to make pancakes.

So you found it?

Well, I have the recipe,

and now all I need is to build
a machine to manufacture the micro powder.

So I was hoping that you
might be able to lend me

one or two of your capable machinists?

I think that can be arranged.

Hold up.

Here we go.

Howdy!

Howdy?

- What? I'm from Connecticut.
- Hmm.

Whereabouts you boys come from?

Pompano Beach, baby.

Fancy pants!

Well, come on. We got shit to do.
Pull up around back.

Pompano Beach? Nice pull.

Well, I knew a gal

Had a houseboat on the Intracoastal
back in the late '90s.

It was a hell of a winter.

Welcome to Seaport Marina, everyone.

We got coffee, baked bread.

Please, come on in.

Got fresh, cool water inside,
plenty to eat.

No sign of Danny or Tex.

Armed guards every 100 yards.
Barbed wire fences, roving sentries.

It's like a fortress.

Or a prison.

Now, I'm sure there are those among you
who say, "Why fight?

"Why judge those who are not blessed
with our purity of blood?"

Well, I assure you, brothers and sisters,

that we are not the ones
who brought this fight.

- Yeah.
- Right.

Our bodies are immune to the virus,
but not to bigotry!

Not to hatred!

You've all heard stories
of Immunes dragged from their homes...

That voice.

...by their own neighbors.

I recognize it.

We have the responsibility
to protect ourselves.

Video from Dr. Hunter's lab.

To band together!

These are the guys.

For it is a fight, us against them!

Got themselves a cult.
With an army behind them.

...to fight for our immunity and
what we're trying to build here.

Can you do that for me?

Can you do that for me and be a warrior?

Cobra Team, what is your whiskey?

This is Cobra Team.

Tiger Team is out of sight
behind the building complex.

Radio silent for 30 minutes.

Vulture Team is in the complex.

Gonna try to pass word to Tiger Team,
but Vulture has no comms. Over.

Roger that. Make contact with Tiger Team.

- Get me an exfil plan now.
- Roger.

I'm looking for a rally point.
We'll radio coordinates. Over.

Any contact on the sonar?

No, sir, but it won't take them long to
figure out who blew up that radio relay.

Friends, fellow Immunes,

my heart fills with joy
to see you all here.

What a crowd!

We love you, Sean!

We love you, man!

And I love you, too.
Yes, I truly love all of you.

And what a crowd!

And more of you,
more of us, arriving every hour.

We expect 1,000 by week's end.

That's right. We're gonna need
a bigger ballroom.

With the 700 in St. Augustine,
the 1,200 in Gainesville,

and the nearly 6,000,

that's right, 6,000,
across the state in Clearwater,

our ranks are growing,

and we are spreading our message
across this great nation!

And it all starts here with all of you,

my beloved Immunes.

At the safe zone in the mall,

I found 320 immune to my disease.

- There are still...
- That's bloody good, yeah?

...many challenges before us...

Creepy git-

...my brothers and sisters.

There are many who
have not yet heard our message.

That will change, my friends,
because soon,

we are going to New Orleans
to join other Immunes

so we can get our story
spread out across the country.

But despite our many,
many successes so far,

I still can't help feel
that I have failed you.

I come here as your humble messenger,

spreading the gospel of the Immunes.

But if America is to rise again,

it needs a true leader.

- Sean, we have you!
- Lead us, Sean!

No, no, no, no, not me. Not me.
I come from a different land.

American Immunes need an American leader,

someone who has our blood,
but your American spirit.

Let's have a look at this.

With Florida
reporting the first cases

of the mysterious virus
that's sweeping Europe,

Secretary of Housing and
Urban Development, Jeffrey Michener,

landed in Tallahassee this morning
as head of the U. S. Response Team.

From the information we have right now,
we seem to have contained the virus.

How did the virus get here?

As I said, we don't know
how the virus landed on our shores,

but we're doing everything we can
to meet the challenge head-on.

My office is doing everything we can
to make sure that people are safe.

Secretary Michener
shares our special gift.

It's the reason he's alive
and here with us today

while the rest of the U.S. Government
perished from this Earth.

Now, I have some news for you.

According to the U.S. Constitution,

as Secretary of Housing
and Urban Development,

Jeffrey Michener is number 12
in the order of presidential succession.

With the others all gone,

well, Jeffrey Michener is your president.

You heard me right,
and when we get to New Orleans,

we will install him
in his rightful office,

where he can create a cabinet,
take control of the military,

and show the world that America is back!

America has a new president,

and he is one of us!

Sean, what the hell are you talking about?
You didn't say anything about this.

I told you, brother. I have a plan.

English SDH