The Last Ship Season 1 quotes

CAPT Tom Chandler

Thank you very much. [sips] First-growth Bordeaux.

Lucia Vellek

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.

Sasha Cooper

We can't wait!

Lt Danny Green

Weapon now armed and locked! Requesting danger close fire mission! One five-inch round. I authenticate... Whiskey Lima Tango Niner Zero. Danger close. Confirm!

[Sighs] We copy, Vulture. Set one five-inch round. Over. Batteries release. Kill target with guns.

[in Italians] Next, hands. Give me your hands.

CAPT Tom Chandler

I'm good.

Oh, you speak English, huh? Give me your hands. I'm gonna wrap 'em. You seem pretty calm for a guy facing death.

I've faced worse.

Oh, a warrior, huh? Yeah. Well, I've had my fill of warriors.

You picked a funny profession.

What, this? Oh, this is just a side gig, man. Here, they call me Il Dottore.

You're a doctor?

Philosophy. Everybody needs a philosopher, right? Especially now, this End of Days shit.

And you just hand out wisdom?

Indeed, I do. And here's your dose for today, man. Every single civilization since man walked out of a cave... Greece, Rome, Vikings, Asia, Aztecs, Africa... It's been ravaged and then decimated and devoured by the same set of fangs, and it ain't famine or plague or even war, in all of its lame excuse. It's the urge, man. The urge. Always dormant in our primordial brains, waiting like an arched leopard to pounce and butcher whatever the hell it smells for its own gratification. Did you know the leopard and the house cat are the only two animals besides man who kill for sport? For sport, man. Just for the buzz of bloodletting. Violence is an urge, brother. It's our urge. And if it were up to me, I'd cry havoc, slip the dogs of war back on the leash. Get 'em back protecting the sheep. Know what I'm saying?

Then who's the shepherd?

So you're a philosopher, too. [takes hand wraps and puts on some powder] Little herbal concoction. Get a little of this in the other guy's eyes... Poof, fight's over. If you gotta go to war, make it quick. [Snaps fingers] Bocca lupo. You know what that means?

Into the wolf's mouth.

Right on. Good luck.

[in Italian] Who is brave enough to fight Hercules?

[obviously drunk] I'll fight him. [stumbles trying to get past the ropes and everybody laughs at him]

[in Italian] Get out of here.

I'll tear him into pieces! Let's go. Giorgio... [Giorgio Vellek throws bottle at his feet. It shatters and everybody laughs at the man being startled]

[in English] I'll fight him! [Mike Slattery appears]

[in Italian] Damn, what a big companion! People, our champion certainly has his work cut out for him today! [rings the bell]

Hercules! Hercules!

Hercules? New call sign?

CAPT Tom Chandler

You like it? [Chuckles] Come on now. Make it look good. [the men parry but Slattery gets one good hit] I probably deserved that. [the men lock up; whispers] Let me guess... You're here for seeds.

How'd you know that?

They're in the basement.

You're on the inside in this?

Buyer's in the VIP box.

Good thing I brought the whole gang.

You two are the butt of the biggest con since Ulysses jumped out of a wooden horse. Tom Chandler, on my yacht, in my house. And you two let it happen. I was that close to that guy. I was that close. He could've recognized me.

I didn't know it was Tom Chandler. I-I thought he was just a fisherman.

What did you say? What did you say to me? Hmm? What did you say to me?

I thought he was just a fisherman.

A fisherman. You thought. God, Giorgio, we are in the midst of a tectonic shift of a paradigm of human behavior. Now is not the time for you to think!

"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves." Climate, disease, famine terrify us. And our terror begets chaos, aggression, and violence. And there's your end of days, man. World of hazards shifts at the speed of light... [snaps fingers] and we are neither poised, facile, or quick enough to adapt, thus, we panic, accelerate into hysteria, and kill each other. And this deficiency is exactly what destroyed every single civilization before us and is exactly what threatens to obliterate us now if we do not rapidly resolve ourselves to the hard problems and salvation that lie within evolutionary biology. And this is where I come in. [students laugh] Face it, natural evolution is a bust, man. Natural evolution used to be smart, but now it's half-baked and inefficient. Remember the appendix? Who the hell needs the appendix now? Appendix has been rolling around inside of us like dead weight for more than a millennium. Natural evolution is done. But with transgenic coding, we seize an immediate future wherein all people of all cultures can acclimate, adjust, and conform to any challenge of a dynamic planet in less than one single generation. And it is not just our bodies that will step on the gas, but our minds. Think about that for a second.

Captain, a word? [closes door] Since you seem so keen on joining our fight... Every active ship in the fleet has a copy of these orders. This is a full Presidential pardon for any crimes you may have committed during the recent Constitutional crisis. This reactivates your commission, reinstituting you to the active duty rank of Captain. All that's required now is your signature. And you taking the oath again.

CAPT Tom Chandler

I left this ship for a reason.

And yet somehow, here you are. This ship will always be your home as far as I'm concerned. But I won't lie to you... Master Chief has reported some mixed emotions from the crew at having you back. So for clarity and morale, you need to decide one way or the other, and soon.

Hello, Fletch.

Hello, Harry.

El Alamein. Very subtle. Figured it would ring a bell.

"My grandpapa fought back the Jerries in Egypt." You wouldn't shut up about it. We started to believe you personally stood in front of Rommel's tank.

What do you want, Harry?

I have a message from the River House.

Could've telephoned.

Couldn't take the risk our cousins would decrypt it.

Yeah. Sure. Okay. So?

The special relationship with the Americans is no more. The labs in the US are not prepared to work with the progenitor seed. The UK is going it alone.

How? Our labs are worse than theirs.

We found a scientist. Home office says he has a lock on the science.

Let me guess. This scientist... His name wouldn't happen to be Vellek?

He reached out, made us an offer. We deliver the progenitor palm seeds, and England receives the first batch of plague-resistant crops. Our people will be fed. No waiting around like we did for the cure. Where are the seeds?

In the medical bay, under lock and...

Under lock and key.

Well, obviously I won't be able to get anywhere near them, filthy refugee that I am. [chuckles] You're gonna have to do it.

Me?

And find me a discreet way off this ship.

What do you mean, off the ship? You're just gonna swim away? We're due in Naples. There's a plane.

That's not happening, James. I leave with the seeds before the ship gets to Naples.

And what? I stay behind to face a firing squad?

No one will know your part. You'll remain on board to throw them off the scent. Can't have the Americans starting a war with England over this.

This is ridiculous.

Fletch...

I've been working with the Americans for months.

Listen to me, it's quite simple. Their people have fought and died for these seeds. And where were they during the Immune Wars, hmm? While they were spreading the cure with kisses and love, we were massacred. We're dying at home, Fletch. I'm sorry about your new friends, but this is a good deal. It's a dog-eat-dog world now. Have you eaten dog yet, Fletch? I have. It's no fun.

CMC Russ Jeter

Captain Meylan's under a lot of pressure.

CAPT Tom Chandler

He was right. I crossed the line.

Jeter

I didn't say he wasn't right. This isn't you. Walking around the ship like you're on a Tiger cruise. Since when did you become a passive observer?

Master Chief...

Jeter

Don't Master Chief me, Goddamn it. You wanted to get away. Good. It's what you did. God knows you of all people needed a break. But for months, the rest of us pressed on. The missions changed, but our commitment never wavered. And although you were always in our minds, when you left, we were broken.

I lost my way, Russ.

Jeter

You never lost your way. You may have turned your back on your calling, but your path was always right in front of you. It led you back to the Nathan James. This is where you belong.

I'll explain it one more time. Look, Admiral, it is right there. It is right there in that blank box.

What exactly am I supposed to be seeing there? It's as clear as a bell.

It's the answer, the key, the eye of the hurricane. The proverbial missing link to my formula to save this planet lies within those seeds. Without those seeds, I have no product. Without the product, your country continues to starve. And that is exactly, Admiral, what you should be seeing in that blank box.

Doctor, I am a simple man. I don't have your gift with figures, but my patience can only last so long. You asked for our support. Greece gives you her confidence. You asked for fighters, we give you a warship. What, Dr. Vellek? What do you ask of my country now?

More, Demetrius. I'm asking your country for more.

Well?

You see? I told you. [puts arm over Christos' shoulder] We did it.

Tell us, Papa.

The virus weathered two ice ages. It didn't just jump species, it jumped kingdoms, and it unleashed the most massive twin pandemic the world has ever known. Yet this seed, this small palm, Elaeis Virilis, survived all of it. I'm now going to take a bit of the genius of Mother Nature, I am going to mix it with my own, and I'm going to save this planet in an act of such benevolence that people will question why they ever believed in any other God.

Something's wrong with me. I can feel it.

Can you now? Well, I've switched off a single primal compulsion in you, Demetrius. An ugly one. I've freed you, man.

I must go home to my people, Doctor. They need me.

No, no, no, no, no, no, Admiral. You're staying with me now. You, sir, are proof of concept. The inaugural man... homo Pacificus. And judging by the result, I'd say we're onto something. Stand up. Stand up. Take off your medals. You're no longer in charge. Take 'em off. Take 'em off. [Demetrius strips uniform and medals] Stavros will be taking your rank, your title, and your nation. It all belongs to him now and to me. As Dante, an Italian, said about Aristotle, a Greek, I am Il maestro dicolor che sanno. "The master... of all who know." What do you think about that, Demetrius?

I... I...

Down, Demetrius. Sit down. Finish your food.

CAPT Tom Chandler

So Vellek isn't just injecting the fighters with Nostos, he's baking it right into their food.

LT Danny Green

It appears so, sir.

So that's why he wanted the seeds. He cures the Red Rust, mixes in the Nostos to create food that'll pacify his enemies.

It's the perfect weapon. People eating it won't even know.

Well, even if they did, what choice would they have?

I say again, Nathan James, this is Commander James Fletcher. You were right. A biological weapon, something to do with behavior control. I'm not sure exactly how he's planning on using it, but we're in a warship headed to Malta. I say again, we're headed to Malta. You must stop him. You're the only ones who can. I know this doesn't make things right. You must believe me, I only did this to serve my country. Sasha, I'm so sorry I hurt you. I hope even if you don't forgive me, that you'll understand. I never meant to hurt - [signal is cut]

Hey, Dad.

Christos, I was worried about you.

What are you worried about? Nostos blended seamlessly with the Red Rust cure. No need for injections. One plant contains it all.

Huh.

You really did it.

I did it, didn't I?

It's gonna be a bumper crop.

The secret was in just one base pair on the fourth DNA strand of Elaeis virilis [holds container], our beautiful palm seed. Come and look at it. It's magnificent. Come on, come on. [ushers Christos to microscope] Okay, it's just one...one switch, A to G.

Whoa.

No, look, look, look, look. It's one switch, A to G, on that one base pair. That's it. That's it. Nothing more complicated than that. But I-I-I-I'm making it so complicated.

I mean, I can't believe I'm making it so complicated. It's like a schoolboy could have figured this out. And yet it got by me. It got by you. It's magnificent. Semplice. [in Italian as he embraces Christos] You are the most magnificent son. [English as Giorgio walks off] Love you. Love you, love you, love you, love you more than olives, and I really love olives. Let me look. God. It's magnificent, huh?