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Previously, on 'The Last Ship'.

The Unites States have been bullies for too long.

This movement is a rebirth.

Now is the best time for us, to make our move on Cuba.

You wanna airdrop a dozen of our finest, into the lion's den?

- Good luck. - Oo-rah.

Liberty One is hit and going down.

You wanna walk into Havana, with half our team and no firepower?

Navy Spear, what do you see?

It's got the same signature as the ship we fought at the Yucatán Strait.

This time, we sink her.

Hey! Stay down!

Tell me there's more where that came from?!

I promised I'd never lie!

Reenforcements?!

We're it!

Hey! Cover me!

Hey, Doc?! Doc?!

Grab your stuff, follow me!

Let's go!

Damn it!

Hey! Two o'clock! Go, go!

Get out there!

I'm right here, Murray!

We got to do something!

Corporal!

- You're okay, man, - You're okay!

We got this!

Let's move!

Let's go, let's go!

They're pushing us back from the west.

How many left on the east?

20 or so Cuban irregulars, sir,

plus, three of our guys, but they're pinned down.

Damn it.

Two days and we haven't moved an inch up that field.

We can't keep sending guys up. We're getting smoked out there.

That camp, what the hell is it?

Something Gustavo's puppets don't want us to see.

Camp-X doesn't show up on any maps or aerial views of Cuba.

Locals say the place went up fast and they were told

to mind their own business on penalty of death.

We know.

Blood pressure's 126/72.

Pulse says 96 strong.

Don't look at your hand.

You look at me, all right?

It's plain arithmetic. We've got three fights across Cuba

and only enough manpower for two.

If we take troops off Havana and bring them here, sir,

we won't be able to hold Havana.

What about the airfield in Guantanamo?

Marines and Fuentes' guys are holding their own,

but it's gonna come down to the wire.

Bravo Company just raided the Presidential Palace.

No sign of Salazar.

But they spotted armored convoys their way down the main highway.

- Making their way where? - Here.

Salazar is Gustavo's top man.

If he's not in Havana, he's hiding someplace he feels safe,

calling on proven fighters to back him up.

That's why fighting's so intense here.

Salazar's got to be inside Camp-X.

It's the last stand.

If Camp-X falls, Gustavo's Cuba falls with it.

Baby.

Oh, look at you.

You're actually here.

You're real.

Oh, it's good to finally feel you.

Mm, to smell you and look into your eyes.

- Hey! - Where the hell have you been?!

You were supposed to come for me.

I got cops and the Navy looking for me!

- Okay, all right... - And I can't go outside anymore

- without people staring! - Okay, okay, I'm sorry.

- I'm so scared. - Carino, I'm sorry, okay.

I came as soon as I could. Look, it ain't easy these days, okay?

- Take me back. - Okay, okay, I will.

Take me back with you to Colombia.

- You promised! - Okay, Gustavo has another job for you.

Gustavo?

He talked about me?

Oh, baby, don't you know?

You're a hero for what you did.

It worked, didn't it?

Worked? Baby, you brought down the entire Goddamn U.S. Navy.

Tavo won't never forget what you did.

- I did it for you. - I know. I know.

I love you.

We ain't done yet.

Tavo, he has something much bigger planned for you and me,

here in America together.

Anything.

It's okay, it's okay. These are our people.

It's okay.

Okay, we get this done

and we finish off the gringos for good, okay?

- Yes? - Yeah.

- Huh? - Yes.

Okay. Okay, look here.

I brought you something.

A gift.

I can't wait for Tavo to meet you, mi reina.

And to have his blessing in asking for your hand.

- Oh, baby. - And for us to make

a beautiful family, you, me, and Zoey in Colombia.

We're all gonna spend the rest of our days,

together as liberators.

- A family? - Si, mi amor. Una familia.

Mr. President, intercepts from Havana

confirm Salazar is hiding inside Camp-X.

Along with his high command.

That's why Havana fell so quickly.

That's correct, sir. His top brass

had already high-tailed it to their secret hideout.

All right, Fuentes' men, the rebels, are they committed

or are they gonna leave our Marines to die?

They're fighting with us, side by side, sir.

If we take out Salazar, the rest of Cuba will join us.

But if we fail, it will delay the invasion south

by at least a year.

Where's Nathan James in all this?

Birds away, tip-over complete, ma'am.

Gitmo Command, Block 3's inbound.

- Danger close. - Copy, Nathan James. Thank you.

T.A.O., post-launch report?

All missiles made good, Captain.

Eight expended, forward and aft.

That should soften the airfield for our guys.

Good. Keep pounding them.

Nathan James, this is Cuba Command.

I need you to make speed for Camaguey.

What about the airfield, sir?

Marines are gonna have to win it.

We need the fire support here.

- I'll set a course. - Captain, the battleship,

- any sign of it? - No, sir.

We've been able to shell Gitmo unimpeded.

That's what worries me. Get here fast.

Watch your ass.

It's like Rashomon outside Camp-X.

Some of our guys think mortar teams are here and here,

but others could swear shelling's coming from

several yards west, here.

Place is more secure than anything that's ever had security.

Nathan James is on her way.

Have our people on the berm stand-to

until we can find a better way to breach.

Aye, sir.

Yo se como entrar.

What'd he say?

I think he said he knows a way inside.

The father's saying he didn't say anything.

Guillermo... You want the fighting to stop?

Quieres que para la guerra?

If we don't win today...

...you're gonna lose your country, Guillermo.

If you know something that can help...

There's a tunnel behind an abandoned church.

We can get in through the well.

Send a recce team, eyes and ears only.

Find us a way into that camp.

We don't move 'til that ship is in range to give backup.

Miller, Barco, Green, you're up!

Oscar, Mike, let's go!

Gracias, Guillermo.

- Hi, Papa! - Hey.

Aw, man. Ah, did you grow while I was gone?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Can someone please tell me what's going on?

I have spoken to police, to Navy investigators,

and I've told y'all everything I know about my sister.

We appreciate that, ma'am.

See, we know Kelsi went to see you.

We traced her cell phone to your residence

off a call she got from a Colombian number.

I'm sure you intended to contact authorities.

Maybe it just slipped your mind.

She's my sister.

And you wanted to protect her.

She's in with some very bad people.

When hasn't she been?

She's just a confused girl from Central Florida.

A confused girl who's responsible for the murders of

3,000 men, women, and children in Mayport Harbor.

And you've abetted her continued escape from justice.

Elli, I'm not a cop anymore,

but the next call I make is gonna be to Florida Police,

so unless you want to spend

- the next 50 years... - No, I know my sister.

She's not evil. She's just lost.

You ever met somebody like that?

Always up on a cross about something.

First, it was the Red Flu truthers,

then the famine conspiracy she figured out.

But for every paranoid, crazy idea she got in her head,

there was always somebody out there who felt the same way.

Then the Internet came back on

and the world opened up to her and...

that's when she met him.

Who?

Octavio.

Colombian? I never got his full name.

He charmed Kelsi.

Got her believing the U.S. government was up to

all kinds of dark shit again.

I think she would've believed anything he said

just so she could stay his girl.

Could've been Octavio

who called Kelsi's number from Colombia.

Elli, if you want to help Kelsi,

you're gonna help us find her before she does something else,

maybe gets herself killed.

I don't know where she is. I swear.

Wherever she is...

she took my car.

You got IVs for Cuba Command, plasma, bandages,

anything we could spare from Med Bay.

And they need medevac for the wounded.

Yes, ma'am. Slider's got heavy ordnance off the bird,

- stripped down to max-pax. - What about that battleship?

Admiral Chandler says he definitely saw it,

- even though we didn't. - If she's out there,

Brawler will see her.

Looks like that kid knew what he was talking about.

Cuba Command, we're in a container on the east wall.

The doors are welded... we won't be able to breach

without making noise. There appears to be

dozens of guards with AK's, heavy arms along the perimeter.

I got fancy rides at 2:00.

- Gran Colombia flags on 'em. - Lieutenant.

Camp's made up of several buildings.

I make two from here.

They're burning files, Admiral.

They seem to be in a real hurry.

Copy. Salazar's definitely in there

and his men are burning intel.

They've been taking us out for two days from up there.

We aren't able to reach it right now.

Setting demo breach.

Roger, team, wait for my call.

Do not breach until backup arrives on station.

The helo and Nathan James are close.

Take cover!

Incoming!

Daddy?!

Hey, baby. Finish your homework?

There's a man in my room.

What?

There's no man in your room!

You just don't want to finish your homework.

I swear.

Okay. Let's go see.

- Come on. - Unh-uh!

You got the wrong guy.

My name's not Manuel, it's Michael.

Daddy? Is he gone?

Stay... stay right there, honey, okay?!

Sasha?!

You okay?!

Cuba Command, this is Nathan James, come in.

I say again, Cuba Command...

do you copy, over?

Mijo! Mijo!

No!

Candida! No!

Cuba Command, please respond.

What is your status, over?

I say again, Cuba Command, this is Mother, come in.

Nathan James, this is Cuba Command!

We've been wiped out! Gustavo has eyes on us!

Find us his battleship, Captain!

T.A.O., get all working systems online.

I want that battleship burning up my screens.

- Aye, ma'am. - The 16-inch gun's range

is under 30 miles.

She either fired from Laguna La Mar,

or from the Old Bahama Channel.

I want a bearing.

Brawler, you got eyes on that shell's origin?

Guesstimating target bears 0-4-5,

relative from Brawler, over.

- Ready fire control. - Aye, ma'am.

If Brawler is right, that gives us a bearing of 0-9-0, ma'am.

We are still blind for ages, Captain.

That ship is over the horizon from us

and the topography's hell on harpoons.

Recommend using TLAMs on manual input.

Agreed. Adjust mean sea level down.

Set AGL to no less than 300 feet.

I don't want those birds running aground.

Aye, ma'am.

Gator, give me a radio spread

of 50 yards.

Plot five waypoints around Cayo Guajaba,

no more than 20 yards apart.

- Aye, ma'am. - Captain, we'll lose

all connectivity with those missiles the second we launch.

We'll be firing blind at a target

- we can't even confirms there. - Understood, T.A.O.

Manual strike package complete.

Five waypoints to target, programmed and ready.

Launch sequence plan confirmed. Stand by for salvo, size six,

forward/aft cells engage.

- Batteries release. - Aye.

Birds are in the air.

Let's hope our math is right.

Yeah, but without oversight,

how are we gonna know if we hit the battleship?

We won't.

The second the helo's back,

I want eyes scanning the north side of Cuba for that ship.

- Or hopefully, what's left of it. - Aye, ma'am.

Master Chief, Florida PD located Kelsi's sister's car

in a scrapyard.

Port St. John, near Titusville.

The scrapyard attendant was found dead.

Shot in the head.

That car wasn't just ditched there.

No. Kelsi or Kelsi and her people wanted something

from that scrapyard.

St. John Police have been turning over logs

of all vehicles in that yard.

I've asked them to pull video off the security cameras there.

Good job, sir. Now, you keep at it.

This is for Alisha, so you find me that girl.

Cuba Command, this is Alpha Company.

Cuba Command, this is Alpha Company!

Go for Cuba Command.

We got movement! Troops pouring out of Camp-X!

Enemies approaching fast!

We are unable to hold this position much longer!

Grab every piece of hardware you can find.

Put it in the hands of any man still standing.

We're going to the front.

Doc.

It's time to shag ass.

All right, Miller, Barco, on me! Let's get out to the front!

Get eyes on the battlefield.

Taylor, Kandie, Willis, Fraker,

remain in place, wait for my call.

Let's go!

Hey, good luck, brother.

Go!

- Cover me! - I'm on you!

What the...

Barco, move!

Barco! Take that pouch out your mouth, put it in his mouth!

Hurry, now!

Bite.

Hold him! I need you to hold him!

Hey...

I'm going to buy you some time!

Harder!

Okay!

Unh!

Shit!

Green, report.

Sir! We are getting our asses handed to us!

The enemy is breaking through the line!

Guys, they're falling back, we can't do anything

till we take out that tank!

All teams, be advised, we're coming in hot from the south.

- It's too hot! - Mother, Cuba Command,

this is Brawler. LZ's a no go.

- Touching down south of Alpha. - Copy, Brawler.

You are a go for improvised LZ.

Ah!

You hear that? Helo's touching down soon.

If I can stabilize him, we've got to haul ass to that bird.

It may be his only chance to make it.

He'll make it.

Voice to Miller!

Wolf, we need that 0.50 cal up on that tower now!

We're on it!

Brawler, ETA to secondary LZ.

30 seconds out from secondary LZ.

On 3! 1, 2, 3!

Cover me!

Cuba Command's gone! We take the camp now or we die here!

I like the first option!

Keep movin'!

We're gonna need to fly, boys!

Trying!

Let's go!

My other leg! You gotta save it! My leg! Please!

Your leg or your life?!

That's where we are right now! You understand?!

Move!

How much longer?!

Buy me 30 seconds, I'll buy you dinner!

Boy, you are buying me dinner, anyway!

Grab that pole!

Let's move.

I'm in!

Take fire, take fire!

Oh, I've always wanted to do this!

Marines, on me!

We've taken Camp-X.

I'll inform POTUS.

Yes!

Get down! Get down!

Get on the floor!

Get down on your knees!

Call it in!

Salazar?

Viva Tavo.

We'll see.

Havana's ours, Gitmo, as well.

Cuba's free again.

I cannot thank you enough.

You don't have to.

Plenty more work to be done.

Whatever you need, Cuba's with you.

Troop reports, accounting docs... this stuff is junk.

I don't get why they fought so hard to protect this place.

Keep lookin'.

Here you go, sir.

Only CF memory card reader in the building,

if you can believe it.

- You still need it? - Yeah, I still need it.

Florida PD hasn't updated their computer since the Renaissance.

So this is going to take awhile.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

She's here.

I need some air.

Ms. Baker?

I'm Admiral Meylan.

This is Admiral Slattery.

We've met.

I don't remember you.

At a barbecue for Alisha's birthday.

Her last birthday.

We spoke to your sister today.

You've got her in a lot of trouble.

Not to mention you put her and her daughter in a lot of danger.

Her daughter?

Look, you either have something to tell us or you don't.

So spit it out or we've got a nice cell we can throw you in,

until it comes to you.

I have demands.

Such as?

I'm Goddamn starving, for one.

So, do you have like a menu?

Get her fed.

He saved my life.

He does that.

Ah. Damn.

Infirmary, this is security.

We need a medic in the fourth floor conference room, now!

Admiral!

No. No, no, no! No!

We can't let her die! What is it?!

I don't know. She just collapsed.

Medic.

Heart's beating like a jackhammer.

- Is it a seizure? - Grand mal.

We need an ambulance, sir, right away.

Call it! Do it!

Central, we need an ambulance on the fourth floor, stat.

Admiral, this is Nathan James.

We've got all our wounded out. All KIA's accounted for.

And Brawler's back from recon, sir.

She find anything?

No, sir.

No sign of the battleship.

I don't know if we hit it or...

I just don't know, sir.

There's more to this place than they're telling us.

Tom?

You need to get up here.

It's okay. You're gonna be okay.

What's the word on the ambulance?

Just pulled up, sir.

Yeah, just let 'em through.

No, you wave 'em on through!

I'm going to let in the ambulance.

- You okay here? - Yeah, fine.

I know this place.

Whoa, it's okay.

Oh, no.

Keep this door open, we've got a gurney coming through.

They built our Command Center.

This is what Camp-X is for!

They're training to take SouthComm.

What the hell do you think you're...?

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