The Last Ship

CDR Thomas Chandler: [grabs Scott's biosamples case] I swear to God, I will throw this overboard! I want answers! Dr Rachel Scott: You want answers? Seven months ago, outside Cairo, there was an outbreak-- a virus of unknown origin. Its genetic structure was like nothing any of us had ever seen. It swept throughout the village, killing everyone that it infected. Egyptian officials claimed the outbreak was contained, but it wasn't. Instead, it continued to mutate and spread. The CDC and the WHO wanted to sample the virus from the victims to create a vaccine. But nothing worked. It was my belief that we needed to find the primordial strain here in the Arctic. Chandler: The birds. Scott: They're just the carriers. They pick up the virus from the melting permafrost. We finally found their feeding ground. Chandler: So you have what you need to stop this thing? Scott: I won't know until we get it back to the lab. We're running out of time. The virus back home is moving quicker than any of us

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CDR Thomas Chandler: I don't know how you feel about the water... but we sure could use your services. Tex Nolan: Where you headed? Chandler: We got some things to do, but when we're done, we're going home. Nolan: Yeah, I'll sign up for that.

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CDR Thomas Chandler: Who else has been working on a vaccine? Dr Rachel Scott: What, in the world? Everyone. Chandler: What about the Russians? Were they close? Scott: I mean, nobody was making any real progress. And I hate to say it, but they're probably all dead anyway. Why? Chandler: If somebody had the primordial strain of the virus, the stuff you found in the ice, could they make a vaccine? Scott: I suppose, if they had the right equipment and someone qualified to run it. But they'd be months behind us.

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CDR Thomas Chandler: Darien, I'm not going to the Med. Navy's sending us to the Arctic. Darien Chandler: The Arctic? That's crazy. Tom: Some cold-weather test on a new weapon system. It's all classified. It's happening very fast. We're gonna be at complete radio silence. No e-mails, no calls. Darien: For how long? Tom: Six months, maybe five. Darien: Figures. Tom: It's my last tour for a while. Then I'll be around the house so much, you'll be sick of me, I promise.

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CDR Thomas Chandler: I'm guessing you must be El Toro. El Toro: I am, indeed. And who do I have the pleasure of talking to? Chandler: Tom Chandler, U.S. Navy. Your men took our weapons, CBR suits, and equipment. We're gonna need 'em back. El Toro: You won't need your suits. There is no virus here. As for your weapons, I cannot have your men walking around with machine guns. That would frighten my people. Chandler: Well, I'm afraid that's not acceptable. With respect, I don't have time to debate it. The remainder of my crew, some 200-odd U.S. Navy sailors, await our return aboard our destroyer, USS Nathan James, currently in the bay at the mouth of the river. We don't return by 2300 hours, they'll come looking. And rest assured, they will find us.

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Good evening, Nathan James. This is the captain. I wanted to inform you all of our progress in the mission. As you know, a small team entered Nicaragua to find primates for Dr. Scott's test, which she hopes will be a vaccine against the virus. While there, we encountered a drug lord who enslaved 150 people. We eliminated his men and we eliminated him, freeing those healthy people there to establish a life for themselves. We also encountered several dozen infected people, including children. Yesterday, we couldn't help them. But perhaps tomorrow, we will be able to, because we came back to the Nathan James with 34 monkeys. Dr. Scott will now conduct her trials on those monkeys. But we... We are not waiting. We're setting a course for home. By the time we get there, we believe Dr. Scott will have a vaccine, and our mission will be completed. Today's a good day. Carry on.

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