All language subtitles for Last Resort - 1x03 - Eight Bells.HDTV.AFG.en

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Our own people
tried to sink us?

What do you think happens
when you ignore orders?

We didn't ignore anything.
We questioned.

Old Navy saying--
"Stupid will be punished."

(Chaplin) We have commandeered
the NATO

early warning station
on the island of Sainte Marina.

This station,
and that sub parked outside--

they all belong to me now.

We're reading some
20 other warships closing in

on the 200 mile line.

Most should arrive
within the next 48 hours.

Admiral Shepard, we both know
the Pakistanis didn't sink her.

- Dad, it's me.
- I thought I'd lost you.

What the hell did you just do?

You think I made the peace,
Tani?

I just ran out of
people to kill.

This is my island.

If I allow your presence,

it comes with certain
terms and conditions.

Cortez and Brannan are still
missing and assumed AWOL.

Cortez is third tour.
She's not AWOL.

We gotta start looking for 'em.

Marcus, tell them

that your son got killed
by friendly fire

two weeks ago in Afghanistan.

What hurts us the most--
that's our strength.

That's what gets us through.

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(rapid footsteps,
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(Gunshots)

(Screaming) Back away!

Hey, got off!
Back away! Back away!

- He stole from us!
- What?!

- Right there-- he stole from us!
- Who stole from you? Parker!

- It was a banana, for God sake!
- You stole from these people?!

- It was a banana.
- Give him a dollar, right now.

This will not happen again!
Do you understand me?

I'm hungry! If I want
a banana, I'll take it!

What you'll take is
two rotations of EMI.

Report to the boat.
The rest of you

- continue searching for our missing
people! - We shouldn't even be here!

Report to the boat.
I gave you an order. Follow it.

So throw me in the brig.
They can't do this without us.

Ask the COB, without us,
they have to surrender,

and we all go home.

Here.

Here's your uniform.
Take it.

You gonna give us
a pole dance now, Parker?

Very nice.

Put him in the brig.

Hoffman, put him in the brig.

Right now.

Get off me!

(Shouting in foreign language)
What?

(Dog barking in distance)

Last anyone saw Redman
was mid-rats yesterday.

And we've scoured the island--

still no sign of Cortez
or Brannan, either.

This doesn't feel like
an AWOL situation.

That's because it's not.

(Phone rings)

(Ring)

(Beep)

This is Captain Marcus Chaplin
of the USS Colorado.

To whom am I speaking?

White House Senior Adviser
Amanda Straugh.

I've been named
as your negotiator.

Congratulations, Miss Straugh.
I admired your work in Kosovo.

Mr. Chaplin, the blockade
is set to close by nightfall.

I think you understand
the ramifications of this,

as does your crew.

Unless you surrender
unconditionally,

you will be effectively
cut off from the world.

Your boss tried to kill
every man and woman

on my boat, and now you expect
unconditional surrender.

That's a bit of a reach,
isn't it,

considering the 17 tridents
still in my control?

Think of your son Jeffrey.

My son is dead.

And the marines hoped
to give him a proper funeral.

Mr. Chaplin, there will be
no burial for your son

until you surrender.

His remains will rest
in a Navy morgue

until that time--
indefinitely.

For your crew, for your son,

do what's right.

(Clicks switch)

What's on your mind, XO?

We got a problem with the crew.

(Chain rattling)

(Panting) Don't tell me
you're both under arrest, too.

- We're getting full up here.
- Heard about Brannan and Cortez?

And Redman.

All missing.

Crew thinks they're AWOL.

- They're not AWOL.
- For once, you and me agree, Junior.

You want to be a part
of the effort to find them?

You don't think I know
what's going on?

You're losing control.

I'm more powerful in here
than out.

Yeah, I see you've found
yourself a bully pulpit.

And you found a way
to spite your country

for Jeffrey's death.

You and I want the same thing--
me in front of a court-martial,

where one of us will be
proven right.

Meanwhile, here you sit,
watching,

while three of your own
go missing

and your men slowly
start to unravel.

(Panting)

I never thought I'd see you
put anything

ahead of your people, Joe--
least of all, pride.

(Exhales sharply)

So give me your word
that if I release you,

you will not undermine me,

you will not sabotage
my people or my boat.

You will help me get back home
to a court-martial,

where you can be
the star witness

for the prosecution.

(Chief panting)

My word still good enough
for you?

Yes.

(Sighs)

You have my word.

Unlock the COB!

It ain't good enough for me.

I'll be watching you, COB.

(Keys jingling, chain clatters)

Get your blouse on, partner.

It's not casual Friday
around here.

Sir.

(Bottles clinking,
indistinct conversations)

Are you coming or not?

Dinner's in six hours.

You think there's a bus?
We have to hurry.

- Bar's closed, you guys.
- Raise.

A hundred.

(Engine starts in distance)

Where'd you get this?

Don't say I never did
anything for you.

This belongs to Cortez.

Yeah. Got it from a guy who
works for a guy named Serrat.

Friend of the French lady.

You didn't write,
you didn't call.

You didn't hang yourself
with your shoelaces.

We all have our disappointments
to muster.

You're blocking my way, COB.

Am I?

Stop.

Thanks for the dance, ma'am.

I don't think Julian Serrat
has friends.

- Ooh... _
- Hey.

Look, we just want to know
who we're dealing with here.

She said no. It's time
for you to leave now.

Listen.
Right now my people

are being held
in some room somewhere.

They have no say in anything
that's happening to them.

They are scared.
They just want to go home.

I want to see that they do.

I'll talk to Julian.
With your captain.

- Just you and my captain?
- Yes.

No one else.
That's how it must be.

I can't promise you'll be safe.

I'm not the one
you have to worry about.

He's... how do you put it?

Uh... he's sweet on me.

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If you're not here by 6:00,
I won't wait for you.

(Soft thud)

(Silverware clatters)

(Footsteps approach)

(Silverware clattering)

What kind of man
is your captain?

He's either a stupid man
or a very disrespectful man

or both.

Why won't he come to me?
How many must I take?

10? 20?

Can you figure it out?

What is your name?

Red.

Red.

Everyone on this island
knows--

if you have a problem,
you come to Julian Serrat.

For instance, just today

a boy was brought to me,
only 15--

shot in the neck.

He died in the jungle during
a battle your people were in.

We don't shoot kids.

Nevertheless, he was shot.

(Grunts)
Someone has to pay now.

Hey! Listen.

Can I talk to you?
Privately?

I'll make it worth your while.

(Knife slices fruit) (Exhales)

Pakistan had developed several
portable nuclear devices.

Our intelligence determined...

(Volume increases) that Pakistani
government operatives

had placed those devices
in the hands of terrorists,

- and that they were about
to be taken.- What's going on?

Preemptive nuclear war
is our new official policy.

(Cell phone rings)
That's what's happening.

Where's the remote?

- Turn it down!
- Hello?

...and decisively.

A nuclear response
was the only one

that guaranteed American
safe-- (Volume muted)

Yes. I'm watching.
It's terrifying.

Why?

Yes. I know it.

Okay.

I have to meet someone.

Now?

If you're so worried
about that hard drive,

- you should put it in a safe deposit box.
- Robert, all of the tech

for the prototype
on the "Colorado" is on here.

The only schematic.

You think
I'd entrust that to a bank?

(Chuckles)
That is completely paranoid.

(Chuckles) I know.

Don't let anyone in.

I'm not waiting up for you.

Sure, you will.
(Door closes)

(Kylie) Admiral Shepard?

Knock, knock.

Marcus Chaplin claims
that the nuke order

sent to the "Colorado" came
through the Antarctic Network,

not the main network.

Which is impossible, because
we weren't under attack.

And who believes
a trigger-happy madman anyway?

Well, you do.
That's why you came.

I need to know who sent
that order.

Let me just ask my friend Linus
in Naval Intelligence.

Oh, wait. He's lying
comatose in a hospital

because of a shellfish allergy.

I'm allergic to nothing,
by the way,

so if that happens, throw
a flag on the play, will you?

Your friend Linus was nobody,
but you're not.

Your father golfs
with the President,

and I read somewhere
where you're one of DC's

most eligible bachelorettes.

Hmm. Well, look where
that's got me.

You're uniquely qualified
to do something about this.

Uniquely qualified
to risk my own ass

to help you save your daughter?

Who do you think I am?

You're a parasite
who traffics in war

without ever getting
her hands dirty,

and this country
has made you rich

buying your family's weapons.

Aren't you ready to do
something in return?

It's the file number
of the order.

Patriotic enough for you?

You do care.
This will help me.

And it will help the people
that believe as I do.

But you still need to ask
the questions that I can't.

Make some noise, Miss Sinclair.

(Dog barking in distance)

What did you say to him?

It's not what she said.

It's what she did.

Thank you, Cortez.

(Man shouts in French)

(Grunting)

(Grunts)

(Coughing)

(Brakes squeal)

(Panting)

Julian.

This is Captain Marcus Chaplin.

He's lost a few of his men,

and I told him you could help.

Welcome.

I was wondering when I could
expect a visit

from the great captain.

You and your submarine
have caused a commotion

in our little paradise.

We're grateful to find
a harbor here.

We are glad to temporarily
accommodate you.

I'm missing three crew members.

You should have come
to me sooner!

But you are here now.
That is what is important.

- I see I've come to the right man.
- Yes, you have.

I'm the right man.

(Woman sobbing)

Those people there--

their son was killed because
of your interference here.

You brought violence
to this island.

Now this child is dead,
and this woman is in mourning.

As are we all.

I'm paying for
their son's funeral.

I understand our presence here
has been a burden,

but there's no need for us
to quarrel,

because if we do, you'll lose.

A death by a thousand cuts.

That would be war with me.

(Speaks foreign language)

A blockade surrounds
this island.

I have a boat
with very valuable cargo.

And I'm so concerned
about this boat,

I can't think about
your missing crewmen.

We have the means
to get what you want

if you have the means
to return my crewmen.

Okay.

They will stay
with the body all night.

At dawn, we will prepare
the boy for burial.

You have a debt to these people
that I have paid.

But before dawn, you must
bring me what you owe me.

That's not much time.

Yes, I know.

I wish you had
come to me sooner.

(Engine rumbling)

Serrat didn't give you
much time.

Will you be able to do it?

We have to.

Good luck with everything.

Uh, good-bye.

Good-bye.

(Engine starts)

(Dog barking)

I'm awake.

We're almost there.

You didn't tell me
it'd take this long.

I had no idea
you were so fragile.

I can't believe
this is where you live.

My mother came here a lot.

Yeah? Is she as much of
a ball-buster as you?

Not anymore. She died.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

What about your parents?
Are they still alive?

Yep.

That's it? Just "yep"?

Yep.

(Motor revving)

Crew looks good.

They know what's at stake.

Can't say I like the idea of
being a bagman for a drug lord.

And I don't like the idea
of a war on two fronts.

I don't recall
giving you permission

to speak freely, COB.

Sorry, sir.
I'm a little rusty.

(Amplified voice)
Crew, this is the XO.

We all know
what we're about to do,

and we know why we're doing it.

Brannan, Cortez, and Redman
are all counting on us.

Let's go get our people back.
XO out.

You're approaching the ships
in the blockade, sir.

(Clicks switch)

Engineering,
ready the Perseus prototype.

XO, it'll take a moment to power up.
(Clicks switch)

(Beeping, electrical surge)

(Clank)

(Whirring, rattling)

(Beeping)

(Beeping)

You're gone, sir.
Screens are clear.

The "Colorado's" disappeared.

(Kendal)
Helm, 0-6-0, ahead full.

Cameron, set a clock.
We have nine hours to sunrise.

(Beeps)

Hey. I need a favor.

I need your senator
to requisition

a time stamp on order 998.

Came through the Antarctic
Network to the "Colorado."

You mean the thing
Chaplin talked about on TV?

It's a Cold War relic.
It's only supposed to be used

if someone hit DC
with the big one.

Please?

Please, please, please?

(Chuckles)

I-I'll, uh...
I'll work on it.

(Whispers) Thank you.

Hey, Robert, make sure
it goes through the senator.

Don't do it yourself.

(Door closes)

Approaching the blockade, sir.

Captain, I hold 2 destroyers.
5,000 yards on each side.

XO, we're gonna have
to pass in between them.

(Electrical surge,
alarm wailing)

Perseus is offline.

(Grace) Sir, I have a sonar
location on you.

They can hear you.

I repeat-- you are not masked.

Engineering, conn.
Get the perseus back online now.

Aye, sir.

(Rapid beeping)

(Beeps)

Conn, engineering, sir.
All systems back online, sir.

(Grace) You're off
the screens again.

Any movement on the destroyers?

Holding position.

(Chaplin)
Looks like we got lucky.

Helm, ahead flank.

Diving officer,
make your depth 600 feet.

Proceed with the mission.

(Chaplin) Let's get that cargo
on board.

Watch yourself.
Here you go.

(Amplified voice) Cargo on board
right on schedule.

(Hatch clanks shut)
Last man down. Hatch secured.

Lock them up in supply.
Don't open them.

Aye, XO. What's in 'em?

Three lives.

(Insects chirping)

So you just left civilization
and never looked back?

Yeah.

At first I thought this place
was just my heritage,

but it turned out to be
my salvation.

Others of us weren't so lucky.

Most people don't have
the courage to do that.

They talk about it--
just live off the grid

or have a clean start
or whatever.

You actually did it.

- And next week, Aitu becomes a man.
- Right.

There's a--
there's this ritual.

It's awesome. And after that,
I can apprentice.

What?

Manu agreed to take him on.

That wasn't the plan.

- We'll talk about it later.
- No, we'll talk about it now!

What did you say to him?

He deserves to have a life.

- I like my life.
- You don't know the difference!

Tani, he changed his mind.

No, you changed his mind!

You won't stop, will you?

How many lives in this family
do you plan on ruining?

(Rustling)

My daughter storms off,
the sun comes up.

It's expected. Stay.

Thank you for your hospitality,

but I'm gonna dance
with the one that brung me.

Good night, sir.

(Electricity powers off, clank)

(Alarm wailing)

(Monitor beeping,
alarm wailing)

Engineering, conn.

The Perseus is
draining my power.

(Peterson) Sir, it's starting
to burn through circuits.

We don't shut it down,

it's gonna shut us down.

(Alarm continues wailing)
Turn the damn thing off.

- Diving Officer, make your
depth 1,000 feet. - Yes, sir.

(Alarm stops wailing) We're gonna have
to do this the old-fashioned way.

- XO, rig for silent.
- Rig ship for silent running.

Secure all fans.
Rig ship for silent running.

(Electrical surge, alarm beeps)

Captain, four stop
on fire control.

- What the hell, Peterson?
- COB, stay here.

- Moore, get back to the engine room.
- I got it.

Old Navy saying-- "Don't let
the COB sabotage the sub."

Prosser, keep a lid on it.
Keep a lid on it.

Gentlemen, stow this problem,

or we're all gonna be dead
in about one minute.

Am I clear?

Clear, sir.

- Approaching the blockade.
(Man) - Noted.

Destroyer turning on our position.
(Rapid beeping)

- Breaking the perimeter.
- Helm, all stop.

Yes, sir, all stop.

- Diving Officer, take us down
another 300. - Yes, sir.

But do it gently.

Sir, you've got two destroyers
headed your way. (Beeping)

Sir?
(Static crackling)

(Static crackling) Sir?

(Beeping) They'll have
alerted the blockade.

Gentlemen, we have the entire
fleet to contend with.

- Depth?
- 1,300.

(Creaking)

You hear that?

She always moans a little
at 1,300 feet.

That's her G-spot.

(Chuckles)

(Sonar pinging faintly)

Destroyer still
approaching aft.

(Pinging, creaking continue)

- Deeper.
- Yes, sir.

You going for the record,
Captain?

Oh, she'll take it.

Yes, she will.

(Pinging and creaking continue)

1,800.

(Pinging continues)

She's passing
directly above us.

(Whoosh)

Depth charges in the water!

Helm, ready ahead
flank on the pop.

Make your course 1-8-5.

Second destroyer
approaching aft. More charges!

Wait for the pop.
(Rapid beeping)

(Explosion) All ahead
flank, right full rudder!

Steady! 1-8-5!
Get us around now!

(Explosion) Contact bearing 1-4-4.
20 knots. Aegis cruiser.

(Rapid beeping)
Helm, all ahead flank.

Diving Officer,
20 degree up-angle.

Contact! She has friends.

Multiple, on the same heading.

Destroyers. Three.
No, four.

(Clicks switch)
Depth charge in the water.

(Explosion)
Full rise on the planes.

(Explosion)
Get us up. Maximum bubble.

(Explosion)

(Pinging continues)

All stop.

Dead in the water, XO.

- Confirm that order. All stop.
- All stop.

Aye, Captain.
They're right on us.

Nobody moves.

(Pinging continues)

(Sonar pinging fades)

Contact's passing.

That's
a standard 3-charge pattern.

You'll hear it--
one, two, three.

(Explosion)

(Explosion)

(Explosion)

(Sighs) They're not
coming back, sir.

XO, take us back to the beach.

(Hands sliding, thud)

(Thud echoes)

(Sonar pinging resumes)

Sonar's acquired us.

(Alarm wailing)

Destroyer coming about on
our position heading 3-3-9!

(Explosion)

(Explosion)

(Sonar pinging)

(Explosion)

(Explosion)

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Helm, steer course 3-2-0.

Ridge at a range
of 2,000 yards, closing fast.

That's a wall, sir.
Right up to the surface.

No, it's a canyon. They'd be
crazy to come after us.

(Explosion)

(Pinging and creaking)

(Explosion) You sure
about the clearance?

(Pinging continues)

Even if we fit, we can't
hide in there forever.

We're not gonna hide.
We're going through.

(Explosion) Sir, they have
us acquired and ranged.

- Closing on us for another pass.
- This is gonna be tight.

(Alarm wailing) Rig the boat for
sound collision, no alarms!

Steady as she goes.

(Pinging continues)

(King) Tani!

(Birds and insects chirping)

You gonna sleep here or what?

Maybe.

Sorry your dad
didn't hate me more.

That was the idea, right?
Bring the invader to dinner?

Yes...
(Flicks lighter)

That was the idea.

You know, in high school
I was the go-to guy

for girls looking to piss off
their fathers.

- He doesn't seem that bad.
- Oh, shut up.

I'm just saying, I don't know
what you worked out

with your brother,
but he seems pretty happy here.

(Flicks lighter) You know, it's
really none of your business.

No. My business is about
9,000 miles away.

So what is this place?

She's buried here.

I brought her
some ginger candy.

It's kind of...
I don't know,

a way of saying hi, I guess.

You know, he's not
a good man, my father.

When my mother got sick,
he convinced her

she should be treated here.

You know,

traditional medicine
and all that nonsense.

Didn't want to take her
back to Australia...

So she went along.

Always appeasing him.

She was in a lot of pain
at the end.

I was waiting
for Aitu to be old enough

to get him away from here.

Look... Tani,

just 'cause he's staying
doesn't mean you have to.

(Sirens wailing in distance)

(Switch clicks)

(Door opens)

Hello, Robert.

Do you know who I am?

- Y-yes, of course.
- Well, good.

Then this won't take long.

(Shower running)

(Door closes, shower turns off)

(Thud)

Robert?

(Switch clicks)

Robert, are you here?

(Gasps)

Why were you the one
the girls would bring home?

I guess they thought
they could fix me.

Did they?

Only one came close.

- What was her name?
- US Navy.

But we're going through a bit
of a rough patch at the moment.

She showed you the world.

World ain't all
it's cracked up to be.

(Water falling)

Do you hear that?

That's where Aitu will come
for his ritual.

What does he have to do?

Hey!

(Gasps)

Whoo!
(Laughing)

Congratulations.
You're a man.

Yeah? What does that make you, then?
(Laughs)

My mom used to bring me here.

It was our little secret.

It's only supposed to be
for the boys...

like most things around here.

That's the thing
about this place.

The best things
never last for long.

We should go.
It's a long walk back.

(Chaplin)
Sit-rep, Master Chief?

Prototype fried
the starboard switchboards.

Reactor's at one-third.

Vital systems are on auxiliary.

And you can forget
about any nav.

We're trying to reboot, but...

Sam, if you can raise Grace,
get our position.

If we can't get through,

we're gonna have to
wait this one out.

(Kendal) Lieutenant Shepard,
Lieutenant Shepard, come in.

- I'm here, XO.
- Can you get a fix on us?

Not accurately, sir.
There's too much interference.

We're blind down here,
Lieutenant Shepard.

(Static crackles)

Lieutenant Shepard,
are you there? Over.

We lost her.

Sam, it's Sophie.
I know where you are.

Uh, I've got that area charted.

What is that?

You just need to know
how to read it.

I think I can get you out.

Listen carefully.

- What's your depth?
- 175 feet.

- Speed?
- 9 knots.

Do you still have active sonar?

Yeah, we do,
but it's very dangerous.

I know, but do it anyway.

Cameron, one ping
on the fathometer.

(Ping)

Down 50.

Dive to 225.

Yes, sir.
(Whirring)

Okay.

We're at 225.

- Speed?
- 10 knots.

You'll turn soon.
I'll tell you.

Which side?

Starboard. Soon.

Okay.

I think... you may scrape.

Which side? Starboard side?

Yes.

Mark. Turn now--

- 10 degrees.
- Turn 10 degrees starboard side.

(Creaking)

Yeah, that's what
that sounds like.

(Creaking continues)

Almost there.

Dive to 300 feet.

There's a small craft
leaving the island.

(Man) Failing system procedure
bravo 3.2. (Beeping)

It's okay.
I know who it is.

(Stopwatch clicks)

Okay, we're at--
we're at 300 feet.

Level off.
Stay at 90 meters.

I mean, uh, feet.

Uh, 300 feet, sorry.

No, that's okay.
That's fine.

Another ping.

Another ping?
You said "once."

I never said "once."

(Ping)

Turn port 20 degrees.

Okay, there's not much room.

Yeah, this sub doesn't
really corner all that well.

Then we'll have to be careful.

Okay.

You're almost there.

Rise to 120 feet.

And nothing else.
Just, uh... waiting.

That's okay.
I'm used to it.

Me, too.

(Clicks switch) We're clear.

We're on the other side.

(Clicks stopwatch) (Exhales)

- All right, bring us up.
- Aye, sir.

Helm, all ahead flank.

Make your course 1-9-1.
We're headed back to the beach.

Yes, sir.
(Whirring)

(Beeping)

(Rattling)

(Panting) (Grunting)

Your captain reneged
on our deal.

One of you must pay
for his failure.

I will let you choose who.

- Now hold on a second--
- Okay, then you choose!

(Gun cocks) Don't do this!
We had a deal!

- You made a deal?
- I had a deal with your captain.

Quickly,
before I lose patience!

Don't put this on us.
Don't play games.

- Let's talk about this!
- Okay. Then this is how we will talk!

Okay, him!

(Panting)

Take him.

- What? Please!
- I'm s-sorry, Red.

- I'm sorry.
- No! No, no, no!

- I'm sorry, Red.
- Please! Josh! Cortez!

Red, I'm sorry!

Please! Don't do this!

(Gunshot)

(Two gunshots)

(Exhales)

Cortez.

Josh.

(Birds chirping)

(Brakes squeal)

(Parking brake sets)

(Cases clatter)

I could kill you right now.

Do you want a war?

(Case clatters)
(Makes kissing sound)

There's one more!

No, there is not.

You were late.

Let's go.

(Man speaks indistinctly)

(Engines starting)

(Sighs)

(Knock on door)

- Hi.
- Hi.

Have you heard anything?

Uh, no, not yet. They're--

they're doing the switch
right now.

You missed your ride.

(Exhales)

I always pick the wrong ones.

This new year's,
I made a resolution

to give up bad men
and cigarettes,

and a week later I was
smoking in bed next to Guttman.

This is normally
where I'd make a joke

about dating French men, but...

(Both chuckle)

I'll let it go.

We'll find a way
to get you out of here.

You don't have to be
responsible

for everyone, you know?

It's kind of what I do.

Why did you become a soldier?

Well, we're not soldiers.
We're sailors.

But, uh, I was a bit lost
early in life.

The water was more forgiving.

Does your wife-- she also
likes being on the water?

No.

(Exhales)

(Clicks tongue) Uh, look.

I just wanted to come by
and thank you

for what you did.

It seems like every time
I see you

I'm thanking you for something,

but I know you had
a chance to leave, so...

(Chuckles) Thank you.

De rien.

That means "you're welcome."

Okay.

Well, literally it means
"it's nothing."

It wasn't.

Giddyup.

(Men speaking indistinctly)

(Doors closing)

He killed Red?

Yes.

Okay then.

What are you going to do, Sam?

Hold off the entire US Navy
on one side

and fight an insurgency
on the other?

Do not make the mistake
so many others have.

Gunmen in the bushes.
A bomb under every vehicle.

- We'd bleed out in a fight.
- We're bleeding anyway.

What do you think's gonna
happen when they know

we let some island thug
execute one of our own, huh?

- What happens then? - He gave us
a deadline which we did not meet.

We can't keep asking
more of them.

The one thing we have
out here--

the one thing we have out here--
is our loyalty to each other.

That's it!

Now we have to tell them
they don't even have that?

No country, no home,
and now not even the faith

that their death
would mean something?

That we'll just allow them
to be murdered?

My son is lying unburied
in a Navy freezer

as the price
for not capitulating,

so please don't tell me
about faith and vengeance!

We will respond to this affront

at the time and place
of my choosing.

We can't just get stuck here,
Marcus.

(Exhales) Can't do it.

This is not like before, Sam.

We're not helpless here.

The time and place...
of my choosing.

(Door lock and handle clicking)

(Panting)

(Sighs) Dad.

Thank God you're here.

They took it.
They took it all.

Okay. It's okay. It's okay.

What happened in there?

Deadline passed.

Serrat hauled Red out
and shot him.

(Pouring liquor) Red had
been giving him lip earlier,

so I guess he was
an easy target.

I'm sorry you had
to go through that.

We did the best we could.

Forgive me, sir,
but no one blames you

for what happened.

(Exhales)

Maybe you should have
one of those.

(Glass clatters)

(Dog barking in distance)

(Engine starts in distance)

(Sets down bottle)

(Man chanting
in native language)

(People repeating
in native language)

(Continues chanting
in native language)

(Repeating in native language)

(Chanting continues
in native language)

(Repeating in native language)

(People singing in native
language, clapping rhythmically)

♪

We'll get home,
we'll bury Jeffrey right.

21 guns at Arlington.

♪

We'll do it right.

♪