03x08 - Sea Change

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[Thunder rumbles]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Repentance music]

This is Jacob Barnes, reporting live for AMT News from the St. Louis White House, where mourners are being allowed in to pay their respects to the late President.

As we await further details in the apparent su1c1de of Jeffrey Michener, AMT News has confirmed that the American hostages in Asia have been rescued.

It is unclear whether the President was aware of this good news at the time of his death. In the absence of any final note or message, we can only speculate.

It seems that the pressures of his embattled agenda, coupled with this network's revelations of his culpability in the Doak Stadium disaster, may have proved too much for the President to bear.

Vice President Oliver just transferred to the C-130 in Panama.

He should be on the ground in St. Louis in 4 1/2 hours.

Is Judge Watkins on board?

She's administering the Oath of Office as we speak.

Good. That's good.

Please gather all of our background and Intel on Peng and our Asian players.

President Oliver is gonna need to get up to speed before he speaks to the regional leaders.

Yes, ma'am.

[Bell dings]

[Wind whistling]

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I've served under six presidents.

Jeffrey Michener's the only one I ever... shook hands with.

The people of New China send our deepest respect and condolences to our brothers and sisters in America. It is with great sadness that we have learned of the death of President Jeffrey Michener. President Michener was an important ally.

Chandler: He's still in the mansion.

There's no way we're getting back in there, if that's what you're thinking.

We're in tomahawk range.

Tom, we don't even know if he's actually there.

He might have released this video to bait us into attacking him.

Happy to call that bluff.

Okay, you take Peng out, his number two continues with whatever their agenda is, and we've just started a hot w*r without knowing what their plans are, why those boats are so important to him, what he's smuggling.

She's right.

Much as I'd like to take Peng out right now, we got to find Wu Ming first, get to the bottom of this.

That son of a bitch has been pummeling us for 10 rounds, and I'm not much in the mood to wait for his knockout punch.

What about all the innocent people in and around the mansion when your tomahawk hits?

We can't just assassinate a foreign leader without consulting with the Commander in Chief.

Find me when you get close to Shanzhai.

[Door closes]

He blames himself.

For what?

Pushing Michener too hard... before he was ready.

Did he?

Country needed a president.

Maybe we should find a plane, get Tom to St. Louis.

He could help Oliver get his bearings, give him some credibility.

You saw.

He's not going anywhere, not till we finish this.

[Dramatic music]

[Generic theme]

3x08 - Sea change

Obviously, Jeffrey Michener's are big shoes to fill, but Howard Oliver is beloved here in St. Louis, where, as Mayor, he oversaw the most effective quarantine in the country, saving over 100,000 people during the plague.

[TV turns off]

It wasn't the first time.

He tried to k*ll himself on the Nathan James.

He slit his wrists.

When Captain Chandler found him, he'd nearly bled to death.

I had no idea. I... I was on the ship. I...

They kept it quiet.

Only the senior leadership knew.

Jeffrey told me when he felt... that he could finally trust me.

I'm telling you this because you need to stop b*ating yourself up.

If anything, I'm the one.

I knew he was suffering.

I knew, and I left him alone.

Were the two of you...?

I'm so sorry, Allison.

[Rain pouring]

This one's a bust, too.

Damn it.

Man: Hey, Doc.

Is this something you need?

Uh, that's, um... that's, uh...

I-I don't even know what that is.

Dr. Scott never let me touch that machine.

Man: But I'm getting warmer?

Yeah, sure.

Yeah, hello.

Hey, Doc.

Looks like we got a stowaway here, mate.

[Indistinct conversation]

Okay.

This is very, very good.

This is a really good start.

Um...

Could you guys start setting this up over here for me?

Yeah. You got it.

Thanks.

[Sighs]

You wanted to see me?

Kyoko has something to say to you.

She asked me to translate.

[Speaking Japanese]

She says that you saved her life, but more importantly, you saved her son.

That was all Logan and Rios.

I-I didn't really do much.

[Speaking Japanese]

She says she hasn't prayed since she was a child, but now she will, every day, for the doctors and for you.

[Baby cooing]

No, please. You don't have to get up. It's okay.

Um, ma'am. It's, uh...

[Chuckles]

[Baby cooing]

[Soft music]

Hey.

[Speaking Japanese]

Sasha: She says you're a natural.

[Chatter, indistinct shouting]

[Drum and sad music]

[Chatter]

Seems like the weather matches our mood.

Welcome home, Mr. President.

Thank you.

The world's lost a great leader, but we in this room... we've lost a colleague and a friend.

You all served him well, and I look forward to continuing the work you began together, as we navigate our way through this difficult time.

I'll need all of your help getting up to speed, but first, I'll need to speak to Captain Chandler.

[Beep]

Woman: St. Louis connected, sir.

This is Captain Chandler.

Stand by for the President.

Oliver: Captain Chandler.

Mr. President.

I am so very sorry. I know how close you and Jeffrey were.

I hope that over time, I can earn the trust and confidence that you and he shared.

Yes, sir.

I have a lot to catch you up on.

We're currently approaching the pirate haven of Shanzhai, where we intend to find a smuggler who goes by the name of Wu Ming.

We think he might be able to help fill in the blanks about why our people were taken, about ships painted with black circles, and what President Peng is planning in Asia.

Sir, I intend to complete the mission that was given to me by President Michener... with your permission.

You have my permission and my gratitude.

Thank you, Mr. President.

We're 27 nautical miles southeast of Shanzhai port, sir.

Vulture team is standing by for Captain Chandler.

Ready for infil as soon as Nomad has eyes on target.

All right. Listen up!

We got a high-value target-capture mission.

After beach entry, we silent patrol to the target, penetrate the perimeter defense, and we capture that son of a bitch Wu Ming.

We'll have an immediate Helo EXFIL.

Last time we were in Shanzhai, it got hot fast, so watch your six.

Jesse: Nathan James, this is Nomad.

Going feet dry six clicks from Shanzhai.

Sonar.

Nothing on sub surface.

Radar tracking surface contact bearing 2-5-8 heading 0-1-4 at 18 knots.

AIS classifies it as a shrimp cutter, sir.

We are not taking any chances.

All stations continue to track and monitor that vessel.

CNO on the bridge.

You get the go from POTUS?

He understands the importance of what we're doing here but has requested proof-of-life videos.

It's a morale boost for back home.

Land team's waiting for you.

Jesse: Nathan James, this is Nomad.

Flag on the play.

Shanzhai's a bust.

Place is a fire pit.

The whole town?

Wiped out.

Nothing but ashes.

Nomad returning to ship.

He carpet-bombed everybody to get one guy?

Chandler: Peng leveled Shanzhai.

Charred the place to tie up loose ends.

We assume Wu Ming's dead, but we still need to figure out how he tracked all those ships, especially the ones he wanted you to stay away from.

Any idea if he might've had a backup outside Shanzhai?

[Speaks Mandarin]

It's a Chinese proverb.

Wu Ming taught me this when I asked... why he never pirated the ships himself.

It means...

"When children travel far from home, mothers never stop worrying."

So he was a mama's boy. Mm.

He supported her... his sister, the grandmother.

And you think he may have stashed Intel with them.

That way, they could carry on the business.

He could provide for them, even in death.

Sasha: It's the only good thing I ever heard about him.

Took care of his family.

And where exactly might we find Mama Ming?

Nathan James will loiter over the horizon while a VBSS team commandeers a vehicle near the Beng Mu Cun inlet and then heads inland to Yunma to find Wu Ming's family.

Just awaiting your approval, sir.

Yes.

Commander Green... how are we doing on those proof-of-life videos from the rescued hostages?

The Nathan James crew is working on them, sir, but we are having some difficulty with the visual signal on our end.

I can get the audio recordings for you right away.

Audio isn't good enough. We need to see faces.

The American people need to see that we had a win.

Sort out that technical glitch A.S.A.P.

Yes, sir.

Man: Okay, Miller.

This is for everybody back home, so they know you're still taking up space.

All right. Go ahead. Start talking.

Hey, Ma. Now, don't be scared.

I know my face is a little messed up, but the doc promised that I'll go back to being just as pretty as I was before.

So, uh, Freak from Spider Man, basically.

Okay, man. A little respect.

This is for my mother.

Hey, Ma. Now, don't be scared. I know my face is a little messed up, but the doc promised...

Can you see anything at all?

Just as pretty as I was before.

Still nothing.

Okay, man. A little respect.

Dennis: There it is again.

I miss you, Mom. I love you.

Alisha: Isn't this the same problem you were working on with Val?

Yes, but there's hundreds of hours of data to analyze, so we haven't been able to figure out what's causing it.

With her gone...

Damn. System just crashed.

I need to run downstairs to the communication room.

Hurry, Dennis. We need to fix this. Please.

How you holding up over there?

Alisha...

I'm the one who found Michener.

Oh, my...

[Sighs]

Kara.

I'm sorry.

You're over there risking your lives. I'm sitting at a desk.

I shouldn't...

No.

We need you there now more than ever.

Vulture team has reached Yunma.

ETA to target?

Less than five minutes, sir.

[Chicken squawks]

[Dog barks in distance]

[Tension building]

Chandler: Clear.

Go.

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[Dog barks, chicken clucks]

That's MSS.

I guess Peng wants to talk to Mama Ming, too.

[Woman sobbing]

[Indistinct conversation]

[Women gasp, sob]

Well... he's still alive.

[Shouting in Mandarin]

Chandler: All teams SITREP, over.

Cooper, set.

Green, set.

Chandler: Taylor, go for entry.

[Shouting continues]

Burk's got eyes on upper target.

I got the sh*t on the lower.

Burk, go.

[Shouting continues]

♪ [Suspense music] ♪

[Grunts]

Taylor, set.

[Shouting continues]

Chandler: Primary entry team set.

All teams, on my count.

Three, two, one... execute.

[Grunts]

[Women sobbing, screaming]

[Indistinct shouting]

[Yells]

[Indistinct shouting]

[Heartbeats]

[Yells]

[g*nshots]

[Silenced g*nshots]

[Indistinct shouting]

Oh!

[Both grunt]

[Speaking Mandarin]

Shh.

Shh.

[Groans]

[Bones cracking]

[Grunting]

[Breathing heavily]

[Woman crying]

[Woman speaking Mandarin]

[Coughs]

How you feeling, Wu Ming?

Grateful we saved your life?

[Sasha translating]

[Speaking Mandarin]

He says you brought them to his door.

It's you who got everybody in Shanzhai k*lled.

I didn't start this.

You and Peng did.

[Speaking Mandarin]

Chandler: Why was Lau Hu torturing you?

[Speaking Mandarin]

[Wu Ming speaking Mandarin]

Wolf: Lottery tickets!

How the hell does lottery even work now, when there's barely any currency?

I've seen it in Hong Kong, mate.

People put in whatever they have...

A chicken, a bag of rice.

They get a ticket, a number's drawn.

Whoever wins takes the entire pot... after the proprietor skims some off the top, of course.

Chandler: Tell me about black circles on ships.

[Speaking Mandarin]

He's hiding something.

What's so precious about those marked ships?

Why would Peng go to all this trouble?

[Speaking Mandarin]

[Scoffs]

[Woman gasps]

[Breathing heavily]

Why are you still protecting Peng?

After everything he's done to you?

I know nothing.

Nothing. Nothing!

[Shouting in Mandarin]

[Still shouting]

That look like a hull number to you?

Yes, it does.

Sasha: These digits here.

These are coordinates... for the Strait of Malacca, the biggest shipping lane in the region.

Wolf: It's the Intel Wu Ming sells to pirates.

If each one of these lottery tickets represents a ship and its location...

[Dramatic music]

Wolf: Jackpot.

Sir.

[Indistinct conversation]

You all right?

I could have done without Rivera's eulogy.

Seems like he's already jocking for favor.

Oliver: I noticed that our lone senator was conspicuously absent from the funeral.

I spoke to BEATTY.

There was an att*ck on a ration-card facility in Bellingham.

He's sitting on a powder keg up there.

He, uh, he couldn't get away.

Maybe, or maybe sending a signal that he's not in support of our administration.

Well, the senator wasn't particularly fond of how the last president used him as a rubber stamp.

Meaning?

Croft: Sir, you've been away.

I don't think you realize what a mess this country is in.

Maybe they don't remember what a mess we had five months ago, before Michener and the James came home with the cure.

Wilson: No, they remember, sir.

And they're grateful for the cure, but that doesn't give the government a free pass for everything else, especially since people think that most of the decisions that have come out of here have been disastrous.

Hell, you can't even prove you rescued your own people.

The pirates broadcast their faces from a jungle across the globe, and you can't manage a Skype call from a $3 billion warship?

We're working nonstop on the issue, Mr. President.

I'm confident we'll have it solved shortly.

Price: Let's not lose the forest for the trees.

We're all pleased that the hostages are safe, and we're sure you'll sort that out.

The more pressing issue is our domestic policy.

I think we can all agree that Michener jumped too quickly to federalize everything.

If you were to curb some of his measures, I'm sure it would go a long way to smoothing things over with Senator BEATTY and the American people.

The ration-card program has been the chief cause of unrest, and the limits to bank withdrawals...

The people do not want the government interfering with how they spend their money.

Wilson: Come on, Alex. It's all of it.

The land-claim issues are just as contentious.

What do you all want?

To go back to dog-eat-dog?

That's appealing when you're at the top of the heap, but there are people out there going hungry while we are producing more than enough food to feed everyone.

That's why President Michener started those ration cards, so that all of our citizens can have their fair share of what they need to get b...

River: Commander Green.

If we need your advice as it pertains to our m*llitary, we'll ask for it.

Sir, I know that you were skittish about instituting these policies from the beginning.

Oliver: It doesn't matter what I thought then or if they're unpopular.

Are they working or not?

I think it's fair to say that these policies are doing more harm than good, sir.

What happened in there?

Everything we worked for, everything President Michener stood for.

We're in a crisis.

It's our job to hold the country together.

You sat with the President and wrote those policies.

You didn't fight for them.

If President Michener couldn't make them work, then Howard Oliver certainly can't.

So you're gonna let Oliver capitulate to the regional leaders.

He just gave them authority over local militias without speaking to Captain Chandler.

Chandler's the acting head of our m*llitary, and he never would have allowed it.

Captain Chandler is 12,000 miles away.

The regional leaders need to be able to call their own sh*ts.

If they can't control their own regions, who will?

They're the ones stoking the unrest. President Michener...

President Michener isn't here!

He took the easy way out!

So if they sit in that office and they reverse every decision that he made as President, there's nobody to blame but him.

Sir.

Uh, thank you for coming down.

I've made some progress, sir, but I-I still have more questions than answers.

Um, this is an image of our cure from Dr. Scott's notes.

I've isolated the compound in Takehaya and Kyoko's blood.

It's exactly the same as ours.

Structurally uncompromised, as far as I can tell.

This is an image of the red flu from Dr. Scott's files, and this...

This is the virus in Kyoko's blood.

It's different.

Chandler: Bulkier.

Exactly.

That bulkiness is present in Takehaya's virus, as well.

The virus in their blood is similar enough to the original that my preliminary tests identified it, but it is somewhat altered.

A mutation.

I can't say for sure, but whatever's causing the bulkiness is preventing the cure from working.

That means everyone on this ship who's come in contact with Takehaya could be infected.

That was my worry, too, but none of us from the prison camp have any symptoms.

I crossed the virus in Takehaya's blood with a sample of my own and from several sailors who had no contact with Takehaya, Kyoko, or any of us who were prisoners.

The bulkier virus doesn't make us sick.

Somehow, the cure in us defends against it.

If Takehaya and Kyoko both have the same cure, why is the virus harming them?

I wish I knew, sir.

I'll keep digging.

We're at 19.83 North by 112.5 East.

Course 1-0-0, speed 20 knots, sir.

There's a small land mass here which should provide cover from hostile radar detection while giving us a vantage point on the shipping lane indicated on that card.

Helo is standing by to execute fly overs.

We expect many vessels to have AIS switched off on account of pirates.

She's Alpha Charlie Foxtrot 79831396.

Any of the markings?

Uh, just a couple of dings from a bad parking job.

No black dot.

No dice.

Is it possible the ship already passed this location?

According to Wu Ming's Intel, it was last pinged outside Hainan Harbor yesterday at 2200 hours.

Even a wave-piercing catamaran couldn't traverse this shipping lane that quickly.

Captain, radar's tracking small surface vessel approaching our contact point on the shipping lane.

Nomad, vessel approaching south at 0-2-5.

Initiate flyover.

Jesse: Roger that, Nathan James.

Making the turn.

I don't know about this one, Captain.

Chandler: What's wrong with it?

Oh, there's nothing wrong with it, if you're on spring break in Ibiza.

What the hell's that mean?

Jesse: It's 120-foot pleasure cruiser.

No cargo hold.

Wait a second.

Alpha Zulu Bravo 79863 Lima 309.

That's it.

And we're staring at a big old dark side of the moon.

[Chuckles]

[Groovy music]

♪♪

Vessel on course 0-1-4 at 22 knots, this is US Navy Warship 151, requesting to board for inspection in accordance with international law of sea.

[Music louder]

[Instruments beeping]

Vessel on course 0-1-4 at 22 knots, I say again, this is US Navy Warship 151, requesting to board for inspection in accordance with international law of sea.

Uh, TAO, surface track 72871 increasing speed to 25 knots.

Captain... TAO.

Surface contact may be trying to make a run for it.

XO, let's stick our nose out, let him know he has company.

OOD, increase speed to 25 knots.

Come to 1,000-yard CPA.

[Monitor beeps]

[Groovy music changing into drama]

TAO, surface track 72871, coming to course 045, increasing speed to 35 knots.

They're trying to evade.

Just turn starboard and increased speed, sir.

Starboard ROC... Fire mark 38.

One salvo of warning sh*ts across the bow.

Prepare countermeasures, but do not under any circumstances sink that ship, not till we know what's aboard.

Aye, captain.

All stations, standby to reengage.

Sir, he's changed course to 2-5-0.

He's headed for the Yanshi Atoll.

OOD, all ahead full.

Sir, we can't outrun him.

He's traveling at 36 knots.

And we can't go into the Atoll.

The coral beds are too shallow.

XO, time to close the net.

Nomad, you're a go for approach.

All right, boys and girls, let's drop in for a cocktail.

TAO, surface tracks vessel 1,000 yards.

Captain, TAO... surface contact 10 degrees relative.

Okay, don't do it, buddy!

Not a good move!

Don't do anything stupid!

Cut your engine.

[Scoffs] Man.

We are US Navy. Lay down your weapons! We don't want to hurt you, but we will be boarding your vessel.

Nathan James, vessel is surrendering.

Game over, assh*le.

Kai: Is this even necessary, yo?

Tell us where Peng's cargo is and we'll stop right now.

Does this even look like a cargo ship to you?

Burk: We tossed the whole vessel.

All we found were a couple more M16s and a case of Cristal.

See? What'd I tell you?

If you've got nothing to hide, then why run from a US Navy ship?

It's the apocalypse, man.

All kinds of people get in all kinds of boats saying all kinds of sh*t.

You could have been pirates, for all I know.

This is my boat!

You can't take it from me!

Oh, yeah?

You got bills of sales for those weapons?

Well, then you're in violation of international maritime law.

The U.S. Navy has a right to place you under arrest and commandeer this vessel.

Hell, no! This is my baby!

Y-You can't do this, yo!

We sure can, yo.

You want to keep your precious ship, you start talking.

Americans.

You're so self-righteous.

[Click]

[Sighs]

Move.

Well, that's cocaine.

Heroin.

How much more of this have you got?

Five more crates.

Come on, yo. This can't even be illegal anymore.

The people have suffered enough.

I'm just meeting needs.

Where'd you pick it up?

An island off of Hainan.

Chinese MSS dudes loaded me up.

I don't want to mess with them.

Peng doesn't bother with dr*gs.

Hey, what are you doing, yo?!

You know what my suppliers will do to me if even one of those is missing?

Shut up.

Holy sh*t!

Sasha: The m*ssile's clearly been retrofitted since its manufacture.

Has to be a chemical w*apon of some kind.

He picked up those crates 100 miles southeast of Hainan.

Paraiso Island.

You sure that trafficker didn't know what was in them?

He was perfectly happy being a run-of-the-mill drug runner.

Nearly wet himself when we found this.

Those bomblets were designed in the '60s to carry Sarin.

What do you think the range is on that m*ssile?

Depending on the weight of those bomblets, my guess, it could release high enough to blanket a 20-mile radius.

You wanted to see me?

Back in Hong Kong, you mentioned seeing some missiles.

Yellow, with red tips.

These are the same ones Peng was moving in Guanzhou.

The day my brother was k*lled.

Green mist.

Kyoko, in her fever...

She was murmuring about a green mist that came in the night.

[Door closes]

The active ingredient in the green powder is a specially designed Lectin.

It's binding to the glycoproteins of the red flu.

That's why the virus looks bulkier.

It hasn't mutated.

The Lectin can create a coating that shields the virus from the effects of the antibody that our cure produces.

I couldn't see it because I didn't know what I was looking for.

But if somebody already has the cure?

Then they're safe.

You'd have to have the Lectin in your bloodstream first to render the cure... ineffective.

Slattery: That's what Peng's hoarding.

He could fire those missiles over uncured populations, so when the cure finally does arrive...

It doesn't work.

That boat was headed to Taiwan on a run.

Jesse saw the missiles near Vietnam.

And my wife saw the mist in Japan.

By the time we got to the ports to receive the cure, it was already too late.

That's right.

I would like to see my wife... my son.

[Indistinct conversation]

Good evening, Mr. President.

Commander Green.

The President would like to keep these briefings to senior advisors for the time being.

We'll summon you if we need you.

Slattery: We were welcomed as heroes in Vietnam.

Everyone came out of hiding to get the cure.

If they were exposed to this...

They spread out across the country to pass on the contagious cure, and if they were exposed to the red flu... spread that instead.

That was 10 days ago.

And we don't know how many of these missiles there are.

So... now we know what Peng's plan is.

It's genocide.