Last Resort

Hospitality, this is Tango Five.

We're four mikes out, requesting hot extract.

Hopper, stay with me.

Hospitality, this is Tango Five.

We're at the rendezvous. Over.

Hospitality, this is Tango Five.

Do you read?

Hospitality, do you read?

Helm, ready for dive. We're not gonna be here long.

Chief of the boat,

you get those SEALs on board as fast as you can.

I have multiple contacts.

Something big outside the lane. Classifying now.

Gentlemen, we have just surfaced in the middle of a highway.

Let me know if anything acts pissy.

Lieutenant Shepard,

I need three good ways out of here.

Aye-aye, sir.

Sir, big boy at sea

is a Pakistani Zulfiquar class frigate

turning on our position.

Captain, the hatch is shut. Straight board.

Submerge the boat, lieutenant.

Dive! Dive!

Venting forward. Venting aft.

Ahead two-thirds. Come to 2-7-5.

Lieutenant Shepard, you have the conn.

X.O., you're with me.

Sir.

Relax, lieutenant.

We aren't actually at war.

Just make him realize

how incredibly dead he'd be if we were.

Captain.

X.O.

Thanks, chief.

You bet, son.

Careful with these boys.

They're wound tight.

Gil Langston, captain. Thank you for the pickup.

Anytime. How's your man?

Needs a hospital.

We're headed towards the Eisenhower group

to test a new piece of equipment.

Five hours, we'll be in range of the choppers.

That's some serious heat that came after you guys.

Anything we should know?

Once again, captain, thank you for the pickup.

You had to ask, didn't you?

What the hell happened back there?

Cortez, Reynolds,

don't make me chase you down.

1400 hours, day 56 of the tour,

this is a meeting to allow you to inform me

if any member of the crew has acted towards you

in a manner offensive to yourself

or to the other female members of your rack,

or in a manner contrary...

To the rules and regulations of Navy policy.

But how are you...

how are you supposed to do sensitivity duty

and you all talking about "racks"?

Just answer the question, Cortez.

No one has offended, bothered, copped a feel,

or otherwise molested any member of my rack.

Love these weekly chats, though.

Welcome to the Navy, sailor.

No, no, no, no, man, look.

He's like, he's like...

Stupid.

- It's a feeling, V. It's not intellectual. - Stupid.

No, I mean, look, you're... you're from Arizona, right?

- Yeah. - Okay, I'm not even being offensive,

'cause I got a cousin from Tucson...

But it just means that you have no idea what he's doing.

I have no idea?

No. You think he's all "ho this" and "bitch that"...

that's not what I said.

And it's just not the case. It's just not the...

Really? Are you guys still at this?

X.O., permission to shoot

petty Officer Brannan in the head.

Permission granted.

Closest thing to an actual engagement

we'll probably ever see, and he gives her the conn?

Just hands it over,

like "Here you go, sweetheart. You have fun with that."

Yeah, nice being an admiral's kid.

Yeah.

"Oh, captain,

are you really gonna let me drive the boat?"

Ma'am.

X.O., captain wants to see you

in his quarters when you're done.

Mm-hmm.

X.O. on the conn.

X.O. on the conn.

Your guys Lawrence and Stern,

they're busting Grace's balls.

I wasn't aware of the presence of those, sir.

Consider it taken care of.

Thank you.

Come in.

How's Jeffrey doing?

You must be proud.

Yeah, he says he's jealous of me,

being surrounded by water.

Guess it's pretty dry where they are.

Listen, Cameron's been tracking the fleet.

He's doing that thing that he does.

What do you know about

the Eisenhower group changing course?

Here's the latest surface grab.

D.C. is falling apart.

Four generals resigned in protest,

calling the president's policies reckless

and irresponsible.

As the impeachment vote approaches,

the embattled president...

Ronald Reagan fires all the air traffic controllers.

And his guys come to him, and they say,

"Mr. President, why did you go and do such a thing?

Everyone's gonna think you're crazy."

And Reagan...

He points out the window of the Oval Office

toward Russia,

and he says, "That's right.

That's exactly what I need that bastard to think."

Uh, what are we celebrating?

You see, everyone knew Brezhnev was crazy.

Hell, he invaded Afghanistan.

The problem was, nobody knew if Reagan was.

And if there's one absolute truth

to being the man with your finger on the button,

that's it.

They have to think you're crazy.

Here's to being 500 feet under

and half a world away from it all.

Ahh.

Will Frears is looking for a second

at Naval Command, Virginia.

I recommended you.

You can take a week with Christine once we get back

and make the move.

Marcus...

Whatever you think you owe me, Sam,

you've paid a hundred times over.

You have a wife.

Go home. Take a desk.

Start a family.

Chief of the boat.

Listen, Grace, um...

Lawrence and Stern,

they'll be pulling latrine duty for a week.

I just hope you understand,

it's not about you being a woman.

I just haven't earned their respect.

Well...

Two weeks latrine duty for both of them,

and, C.O.B., you address me by my rank or ma'am,

not my first name.

Lieutenant Shepard, position report.

1,012 clicks south west of Sri Lanka, sir.

Crossing the equator in...

Oh, crossing now, sir.

First time crossing the equator on a warship, Gracie?

Whoo!

Sir.

***

Battle stations.

***

Sir, I have a decoded missile fire order

from D.O.D. Emergency Antarctic Network.

Antarctica?

Authenticate the order.

Fire order, authentication code

Victor-Zulu-Zulu-Charlie, Mike-Yankee-X-Ray-Whiskey-

Zulu-Delta-Delta-Kilo.

The order's authenticated.

I concur.

Sweet mother of God.

They shouldn't be using the Antarctica network.

They would only do that if...

If the main one was taken out by a full strike.

Weapons conn, we have an authenticated fire order.

Spin up missiles one through four.

Weapons, this is the X.O. I concur with the captain.

Helm, come to heading 0-2-0.

Come to missile firing depth.

Conn, weapons. Targets locked.

Missiles spinning up.

X.O...

Insert your key into the firing station.