04x02 - The Pillars of Hercules

[bunniefuu]

[Sighs]

[Indistinct Conversations]

You telling me there's not
a base on this continent

with a working Seahawk, sir?

I understand your
frustrations, Sunshine,

but we're lucky to have
parts for the Huey.

My dad flew these in Vietnam.

[Sighs]

Okay, how much JP- do we get, sir?

[Sighs] Enough for at
least , nautical miles.

You ever wonder how
Warrant got the call sign?

No. "Sunshine" seems right.

Guy's been flying so
long, I guess he earned it.

When are you gonna learn to fly?

You have to be an officer.

And college isn't in my immediate plan.

It's the apocalypse. They
can't still have that rule.

Sunshine retired twice,

and they still keep him in the air.

You should get him to teach you.

We'll see. Air rescue's pretty rad.

And I get to ride with cal.

Gotta get you a call sign. [Chuckles]

Long way from the Bridge, shipmate.

Yes, sir. On my way back, sir.

Catch you later.

Yeah.

- [Door Closes]
- Commander.

Sir.

Fletcher.

Oran, Algeria.

Our latest intel suggests
that it's still an active city

with a variety of cultures.

But with all the troubles,

they recently reorganized
into smaller groups.

Mahmoud's people, the
Tauregs, they took refuge here.

- [Button Clicks]
- El Hamri.

If the thieves made it to Oran,
El Hamri is where they'll be.

So we enter, blend in, locate
the target, and get out.

Not if Omar gets there first

- and we're still three hours from helo range.
- MI hasn't made any headway in the region.

The city states that
survived the Immune wars

are ever changing and unstable.

Athens went off the
grid a few months ago.

The Ismirs in Turkey...
They've been fighting Cyprus

going on six weeks now.

Yeah, there's enough ghost
stories about the Egyptians

to fill a Greek epic.

And there's no other
U.S. assets in the area?

Anyone who could get there sooner?

Allied Joint Forces in Naples
went dark a few months ago.

We believe the airfield is still intact,

but any aircraft we had
were destroyed by scavengers

once we left.

N.S.A. La Maddalena shut
down a few years ago,

and Messina's fuel depot was abandoned

soon after the virus hit Sardinia.

And the Nathan James
is once again on her own.

JETER: This way, there be monsters.

♪

♪

[Speaking Greek]

Man's gotta eat. [Spits]

Ah. I figured you were an American.

I am, too.

Well, half. I was raised in Iowa.

Bread basket of the world.

You've come a long way.

We both have.

[Man Groans]

[Metal Mug Clatters]

That stuff makes them useless.

I've heard it helps with the hunger.

It's an escape.

It's a way out.

It's the coward's way out.

The rest of us, we fight.

That's why you're here, back at it.

Got your gear, your nets, your new boat.

Well... new-ish.

- You know my deal with Alex, yes?
- You'll get your cut.

And what makes you think
I'll let you back in my waters

after what you did? Stealing my fish?

And then you b*at up my man.

Lucky punch.

Maybe.

I could've k*lled you.

Yeah.

I guess that's true.

There's hardly any
protein left in the sea,

and you won't catch anything on that.

- I'll manage.
- You'll starve.

But I have something better.

[Men Speaking Greek]

I could use a guy like you.

Come aboard for a while.

For what?

So I can extort fisherman
who are just trying

to feed their families? I'll pass.

No.

What we're doing is so
much bigger than that.

Besides, you kind of owe me one.

Come, Nobody.

We're gonna change the world.

[Sighs]

♪

Those hills should provide
enough cover for the helo.

Safe to assume Mahmoud
didn't apprise his people

to the seeds' value,

which means they may not
put up much of a fight.

Also means they might
be careless with them.

In the meantime, I still have
my supply of Moroccan Mint.

Reminder of our long,
romantic nights in Maghreb.

[Inhales Sharply] Yes, sorry.

What are you thinking about?

They're rioting in St. Louis again.

The President is in trouble, again.

People are hungry.

[Voice Breaks] And angry and...

It feels like we've been
thrown back into the dark days.

Yeah, it's just as bad in the U.K.

Virtually all grassland has turned red.

Those seeds are our only hope.

What if they're lost, Fletch?

Hey, come on.

That's not fair.

You're usually the one giving
me the courage, remember?

The virus can't b*at us twice.

It can't.

It won't.

Now... drink your tea.

- KUSHON: Captain on the Bridge.
- Gator.

Sir, we're approximately
nautical miles

from the mouth of the strait.

OOD, increase speed to knots

and take us right down the middle.

Aye, aye, sir. Helm, all
engines ahead full for knots.

Steer course - - .

Helm, aye. All engines are
ahead full for knots.

My rudder's right degrees.
Coming to course - - .

Be mindful of the drift.

The water flows both east
and west, causing all kinds

of horizontal currents
which are hard to spot.

I can feel them, Master Chief.

Captain Meylan, you ever made this trip?

I was mainly deployed in the Pacific.

Fleeted up in the Indian.

The Med is something.

Three continents,
countries, languages.

All those people sharing
this one body of water.

Like frogs around a pond,
according to Socrates.

The Strait of Gibraltar's
the most beautiful sight

you'll ever get from a DDG.

Isn't that right, Master Chief?

Ain't nothing like watching the sun rise

through the Pillars of Hercules.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

You're gonna like it here.

♪ ♪

[Indistinct Conversations]

Stavros, my friend.

Tell me of Crete.

Smooth sailing, I hope. [Chuckles]

The Greek Navy is back
to her fighting weight.

And look what I found in Agios Nikolaos.

I call him Ares.

- Ares.
- Mm-hmm.

[Men Whispering Indistinctly]

And you think he stands
a chance against my Moose?

I think it'd be fun to find out.

Well, should we make it interesting?

You're late, Giorgio.

Business, Lucia. We're doing business.

We leave tomorrow at
: a.m. No later.

Well, until then, can
a guy have a little fun?

Please forgive my sister, Stavros.

Who are you?

Him?

That's Nobody.

Nice to meet you, Nobody.

♪ ♪

DANNY: Can I help you, Wolf?

You and the lady back on the James,

cruising the Med.

It's kind of like the
honeymoon you never had.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, there's nothing more romantic

than spending it with sailors

while the world starves.

Sir.

[Men Speaking Greek]

[Grunting]

♪ ♪

[Speaking Greek] _

_

_

- Your left arm, please.
- Hey.

They want blood.

For what?

We need to check electrolytes,

vitamins, and other stuff.

Giorgio wants champions.

They come from all over.

If they win, their families eat.

Right arm's better.

[Sat Phone Rings]

[Glass Thuds]

Yeah? I know.

I'm doing it.

In fact, it's already done.

You'll love the new
prospects I have for you.

Yes!

Yes, I'm getting it right now.

[Beeps]

I have all of the info.

- I thought Giorgio was the boss.
- [Door Closes]

Doesn't look like it.

No. He serves master.

The master?

Who's that?

Don't ask questions.

Just fight.

BURK: What is that?

We have what looks to
be a fishing buoy line

from - - to - - true.

Fisherman's nets. They're
coming farther and farther out

just for a decent catch.

Like frogs around a pond.

OOD, adjust course to
- - . Slow to knots.

Helm, left standard rudder.
Setting course - - .

All engines ahead two
thirds for knots.

Helm, aye.

Rudder's left degrees,
coming to course - - .

Ah. Think we're too late.

We hit 'em all the time.

Worst case scenario, the nets
break up in the propellers.

[Grinding]

[Beeping]

I've got contact.

Sonar dome. Now scraping.

[Whispers] Damn.

Bridge, we've fouled the dome.

OOD, I have the conn.

- Helm, adjust the...
- [Muffled Thud]

[Powering Down]

We've lost propulsion, sir.

Central, man condition two D.C.

Engine room, Bridge.
What's happening down there?

All four engines are down, sir.

Attempting to emergency
start gens one through three.

Nothing.

[Typing]

APU failure.

- [Beeping]
- [Sighs Deeply]

Auxiliary power unit failed to fire.

Troubleshooting now.

♪ ♪

Captain, you were an engineer.

Once a Cheng, always a Cheng.

- Did we hit rocks?
- No way. We're over feet of depth.

[Beeping]

All consoles switching to
emergency shut down mode.

Ma'am, I got a screenshot
of sonar before it went down.

A near surface expl*si*n.

Bridge, CIC, Sonar indicates
power loss was the result

of an IED.

Must've been set in those fishing lines.

FLETCHER: IED? In the
middle of the Strait?

m*ssile inbound!

It's gotta be Omar.

Set General Quarters. Man
all crew served weapons.

Right there. Right there.

MAN: General Quarters, General Quarters.

All hands man your battle stations.

Action secured.

All weapons are down.

[Beeping, Alarm Continues Wailing]

- MAN: Go, go, go, go.
- [Woman Shouting]

Nothing's on the surface.

[Man Shouting]

It came from inside the rock.

Shut down non-essential systems.

Pull battery backups
and bring them to me.

♪ ♪

These batteries generate
about amps per unit.

We daisy chain enough of them together

and just maybe we have a
sh*t of defending ourselves.

Wright, grab emergency
cables from the p-way.

- Run it to the CSC console.
- Yes, ma'am.

Chief, take the driver's seat.

You're gonna be picking off
missiles by eye... again.

Talk to me, Chief.

Sir, APU one and two are
reporting low start air.

Attempting to fire up three locally.

[Machine Whirs, Hissing]

Got an air leak!

Find it fast!

Bridge, Captain Meylan. shock
wave ruptured an air pipe.

Until we isolate and repair the damage,

we can't restart any of the generators.

- Gator, what's our set and drift?
- Two knots at - - , sir.

Without propulsion, we'll
cover yards per minute.

- Toward the rock.
- We're becoming a bigger target.

- Why haven't they fired again?
- I don't know.

I'm sure as hell not
gonna wait and find out.

What do we know about those tunnels?

U.K. used them to house g*ns, hangars,

even a hospital during
the second World w*r.

miles of passageway is
packed into three square miles.

Yeah, but based upon the
flight path of that m*ssile,

there are only three
entrances capable of housing

a launch battery. We could find it, sir.

All right, get out there.

- Find that w*apon. k*ll it.
- Easy day.

♪ ♪

Engine room reports at
least minutes before

they can restore power to weapons.

Too long. Let's hope this works.

[Beeping]

KARA: Bridge, CIC, g*ns
and VLS are still down,

but CIWS has power
and is up and running.

Commander, next bogey
you see, you take it out.

- With pleasure, sir.
- [Receiver Clatters]

[Whirs, Clicks]

And the m*ssile launcher itself?

CIWS doesn't have the range.

Best we can do is k*ll the next m*ssile

before it puts a hole on our bow.

[Men Shouting Indistinctly]

- [Crowd Cheering]
- [Grunting]

[Punch Lands]

[Grunting]

You're right, Stavros.

Your boy is good. Mean.

[Grunts]

[Punches Landing]

[Grunting]

[Punches Landing,
Crowd Shouting At Once]

[Men Grunting]

- Oh.
- MAN: Oh! [Laughs]

Come on, Moose!

Where's the rage?

[Crowd Shouting]

♪ ♪

[Fight Resumes]

[Grunts]

- [Crowd Cheers]
- Opa!

Ah!

- [Growls]
- Uhh!

[Breathing Heavily]

B-boss... [Panting]

[Grunts]

Thank you.

- Just trying to be a gentleman.
- [Towel Thuds]

Be careful.

Gentle men doesn't
last long around here.

♪ ♪

SASHA: All clear. Set security.

De-rig.

[Whispers] Nathan James,
Vulture team has landed.

So far, nothing's
crawling out of the dark.

Copy, Vulture team. Watch your six.

Always do.

[Hissing Continues]

Got the leak!

- Grab your gear.
- We gotta replace that pipe.

♪ ♪

Talk about creepy.

A bat could get lost in here.

We'll find 'em.

m*ssile inbound. Bearing - - .

Bulldog bearing - - . Engage with CIWS.

[g*nf*re]

Contact evaluated as k*ll.

Nice sh*t, Chief.

Emergency power holding.

Barely.

Based on our set and drift,

I've calculated the launch
point of both missiles.

Looks like there's a second w*apon, sir.

Vulture team, Mother. Be advised.

There are two targets.

I say again, there are
two hostile weapons.

Sending Bravo coordinates now.

- Got 'em.
- Roger that, Nathan James. We are separating.

Initiating same tactic on two targets.

Miller, Kandie, on me.

Ready.

♪ ♪

This is Cobra team, moving
on secondary target now.

All teams,

it was here, but it's gone.

- No joy here either.
- This is definitely the place.

The rock face is b*rned by m*ssile fire.

Cooper.

Check it out.

Nathan James, this is Vulture.

I know why it took them minutes

to fire that second sh*t.

It's not two weapons. It's one.

It's on the move.

♪ ♪

[Indistinct Conversations]

Repair complete, sir.

Restoring air flow to pipe now.

Pressure's still too low
to fire up the engines.

Ruiz, up the air flow!

Bridge, we've got a hiccup.

Still looking at minutes
to fill the t*nk.

We need to find another way
to create high pressured air.

Follow me.

Set and drift remain at
knots, bearing - - .

Nathan James is .
nautical miles to the rock, sir.

Makes no sense. Why lose
time moving the w*apon?

Why not just stay put and
blow us out of the water?

They don't know we've lost fire control.

All teams, I need a sitrep.

Tire tracks at the primary target

indicate a wheel base of inches.

Appears to be a heavy duty truck
with a big payload capacity.

The tunnels running
parallel to the rock face

are too narrow for that.

They've gotta be using the main grid.

feet deeper in the rock.

That means at least
minutes to move the w*apon

and get it ready to fire again.

AWS , listen up.

We're gonna jump-start
a DDG with a helo engine.

Our engine's way smaller. I
don't think the APU will fit.

Don't nuke it, Nolan.
One problem at a time.

Let's get this to the engine room.

Chief, give me a hand with this.

[Speaking Greek] _

_

You're a two-time loser, Moose.

_

No. See, there's not
going to be a next time.

It's not that you lost. It's how you lost.

Look at you.

Crying like a little baby.

Where is the aggression?

I'm sorry. Boss, please.

- Get him on his feet.
- No. Please!

Don't.

GIORGIO: Don't forget
to pay the ferryman.

- Let's eat.
- No! Aah!

[Thud]

♪ ♪

Ma'am, we're too close. I'll
never make the next sh*t.

- There's not enough time.
- Don't wait for my order. Just fire.

Nathan James is now
less than . nautical miles

from the rock, sir.

And the likelihood it'll miss again?

Slim to none.

A direct hit to port at this range,

and we'll all be drinking sea water.

Gator, what's our depth?

feet, sir.

Well, if they're gonna hit us,

let's let 'em hit us
where it hurts the least.

Master Chief, drop the anchor.
We'll let the current spin us around.

Let go of the anchor.

[Indistinct Conversations]

Hold.

[Sniffs]

Gasoline. They were just here.

[expl*si*n]

Go, go, go.

[Beep]

[g*nf*re]

- [expl*si*n]
- Uhh! Uhh!

[Indistinct Conversations]

♪ ♪

Thank you very much.

First growth Bordeaux.

You have nice taste in
wine, for a fisherman.

Just reading the label.

You shouldn't let it go to waste.

Could be the last growth.

Maybe not.

You. You b*at up my Moose.

I think it's only fair
you should take on Ares.

What do you think, Stavros?

Should we see how Nobody stacks up

against the God of w*r?

Enough fighting for one day, you child.

It's all in the name of science, sister.

D.C. reports -inch holes starboard aft

above the water line, no casualties.

Stop and lock starboard shaft.

Let's hope what gets baby bird flying

can do the same for mama bird.

Time to get creative.
We need to attach this...

to here.

No sweat.

♪ ♪

[Indistinct Conversations]

[Men Continue Speaking Indistinctly]

[Whispering] Mother,
this is Vulture team.

Be advised, hostile
mobile battery located.

We have grid .

Cobra, RV my position.

BURK: Roger, Vulture. On our way.

Mother, Cobra team, en
route to Vulture's position.

They're readying the
w*apon. We need to move now.

♪ ♪

DANNY: expl*sive ready. Let's move.

[Indistinct Conversation]

[Grunts]

Move!

Contact rear!

[g*nf*re]

SASHA: Green is hit! We are under fire.

Multiple contacts.

Move, Green! Move!

- Green!
- I'm good!

[Cheers And Applause]

Anchor holding, light strain.

These are all too big.

- How the hell are we gonna attach it?
- Duct tape.

The exhaust can reach up to
degrees. It will melt.

It only needs to last five seconds.

- CIWS is no longer responding.
- Batteries are dead.

We need another power source now!

[g*nf*re Continues]

Cooper!

I see it!

- [Cheering Continues]
- [Grunting]

Uhh!

Aah!

Damn it. Where the hell are they?

The helo uses the hydraulic
system to power the APU.

We're gonna need to pull
from the power source.

- Ruiz!
- On it.

k*ll him, Ares. Take him down.

[g*nf*re Continues]

I'm running out of a*mo!

Cobra, we're taking heavy
fire from multiple angles!

What's your whiskey?!

About seconds out.

[g*nf*re]

Make that !

[Whirs]

SASHA: They're targeting the James!

That's not good!

What the hell? Where's the operator?

[Whirs]

Mother, this is Vulture.

Weapons arming, unable to take target.

We're gonna need some help here.

Negative, Vulture team.
Fire control is still down.

Unable to provide overwatch
support at this time.

[Grunting]

♪ ♪

[Cheering]

Attach this to the charging
ports on the hydraulic canister.

- Warrant.
- [Man Speaks Indistinctly]

Hurry, quick.

Spark it up.

[Electricity Crackles]

[Engines Power Up]

[Beeps, Whirs]

We did it. [Exhales Deeply]

All four engines back online.

Forget the anchor. Spin us around.

Left full rudder, port ahead
two thirds, starboard back full.

- Aye, sir.
- TAO, Captain.

You're authorized to fire
when ship is in position.

Combat systems up and running.

- Target friendly's location.
- Yes, ma'am.

Vulture team, Mother.

We have regained weapons capability

and are preparing to
fire on your whiskey.

You are advised to clear the area.

I say again, clear the area.

Cobra! Last chance to save our asses!

I'm working on it!

- Aah!
- Aah!

- [g*nf*re]
- Look out!

- [Beep]
- [Man Shouts Indistinctly]

We can't wait!

w*apon now armed and locked!

Requesting danger close fire mission!

One five inch round.

I authenticate... Whiskey
Lima Tango Niner Zero.

- Danger Close. Confirm!
- [g*nf*re]

[Sighs] We copy, Vulture.

Set one five inch round. Over.

Batteries release.
k*ll target with g*ns.

[g*nf*re]

[expl*si*n]

[Crowd Shouting In Greek]

[Cheering]

[Grunting]

- [Men Shout Indistinctly]
- [Panting]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Captain on deck.

- Hell of a first day back.
- You're telling me.

And the sh**t?

They were definitely Omar's guys, sir.

But how did a desert rat like Omar

get missiles like those?

Someone's backing him.

Someone with a lot of resources.

So one of the city states, then.

And Omar's head start
just got that much bigger.

Sorry, not a lot of
downtime for you guys.

Soon as we're in range of Oran,
you need to be ready to move.

Yes, sir.

Understood.

[Indistinct Conversations]

♪ ♪

Hey, Nobody.

You just took down one
of Stavros' best fighters.

Lucky punch. [Sniffs]

You fought smart. He didn't.

Are you coming in?

[Door Creaks]

Sit.

Mm.

The virus k*lled billion people.

Left the rest of us behind,

haunted by the ghosts

of everything and everyone we've lost.

Just when we thought we'd beaten it,

it struck again...

this time, causing starvation,

turning survivors against each other,

and reducing us to wild animals.

Until one day this hungry soul

plucked this Vlita weed from the dirt,

to fill his empty stomach.

[Sniffs]

What a surprise.

The virus found its way
into this little Greek herb.

[Inhales Deeply]
And instead of k*lling it,

it gave us Nostos.

It's what the Greeks call it.

It means "homecoming."

You take one sip

and then...

all of the anger and
rage against the gods

for what they've taken
from us, suddenly vanishes.

[Water Pouring]

Have you tried it yet?

I've seen its effects.

Mmm.

You've only seen the junkies.

They take too much and they
get lost in their heads.

But...

if brewed perfectly,

nectar of the gods.

Don't you wanna go home again?

I don't have a home.

There's a k*ller instinct inside of you.

My brother saw it,

and I see it, too.

He loves you now.

He'll protect you.

And who protects Giorgio?

You'll find out soon enough.

Now that you're a part
of our little circus,

you're gonna need a name.

And what would that be?

Mm.

Hercules.

- You're the boss.
- Mm-hmm.

[Breathing Heavily]