Bang on target, HQ.
All right, agents. Let's lock the perimeter.
How's it looking out there?
Deader than disco.
The engine control room will be below deck
at the far end of the ship.
All clear. Heading in.
Be careful in there.
We're here.
Oh my God.
This place is a bloody graveyard.
I'll find the engine room. You secure the bridge.
If I can't prevent collision here, you'll have to stop it there.
How hard can it be?
We should be fine,
so long as you hold the ship on course.
Uh, Ms. Shetland,
they are ready for you.
Let's get to it then. And lighten up, will you?
Let's not allow a bit of weather to ruin our big day.
It is a great privilege to introduce to you Xanadu,
the apex of our clean energy initiative.
A true marvel of modern engineering.
Every single island can generate enough electricity
to power a city of over two million people.
Xanadu is a synthetic and fully customizable platform,
generating energy from wind,
water and the sun on a scale which up until now has only been imagined.
My father's work to forge strong and lasting bonds
with you, your governments, and military institutions
have not been in vain.
Xanadu will lead your nations to total energy independence,
and allow you to navigate this world in constant crisis.
Best news of all? The model is fully scalable.
Wow.
Can you believe it?
Propulsion control is locked. Time to go old-school.
Nothing like good old Russian hydraulics
to test my resolve.
- Shit. It's locked. - Try from the outside.
There's another entrance via the funnel. Two levels up.
I've reconnected with the Lazarev's GPS.
How long have we got?
Fifteen minutes until the boat reaches the gas terminal.
That's cutting it close.
Sam, status, please.
Sam?
Shit.
Booby trap.
Engine room is fucked.
Fucked how?
Well and truly fucked. We're heading forward at full throttle.
If McKenna can't take the bridge, this boat's a bullet in the water.
Okay, I'm in the funnel.
In the side pocket of your vest, you'll find a bug.
Got it.
Once inside, plant the bug there so I can take command of the ship.
Copy.
You need to locate the autopilot next to the ECDIS.
Looks like a black box next to the steering unit.
ECDIS. Black box. Steering unit. Gotcha.
Place the bug underneath.
Shit.
Fuck.
Shit!
No.
Yes.
She did it. She fucking did it. We're in.
Sam, have you made it to the bridge?
Do you have eyes on McKenna?
McKenna!
- Do we have command of the ship? - Yeah.
Let's pull the brakes on it. Sam?
Sam. Have you made it to the bridge?
I have.
This ship ain't no cruise.
I'll tell you that much.
Never thought I'd be saying this,
but good work out there, agents.
Don't you get all teary-eyed on us, boss.
All the navigation systems are unresponsive.
I... I don't get it.
If this island could solve poor weather,
I'd be willing to double my country's bet on this technology.
Only price I'd be willing to pay is the price of my ticket home.
I understand your skepticism, Congressman, but we need to trust change.
Embrace it.
And with the future on fast approach,
who wouldn't want to be amongst the very first on board?
Uh, excuse me.
I need to take this.
Let's hope it's over quickly.
- Hello, Charlie. - Hey, sis.
You know, you really are missing one hell of an event.
- Think it'll save the company? - Most certainly.
But only if the gas terminal falls, right?
What did you say?
Coordinates are now 23 degrees to the northeast?
What can I say?
Like you, I am my father's blood.
And like you both, sowing the seeds of chaos
more often than not brings peace to harvest.
But you, sis, you garden like a hobbyist,
and I like a true agrarian.
Oh, shit.
Charlie.
What have you done?
I've altered your designs, dear sister.
The ship's servers were hacked some 20 minutes ago.
That's around the same time the agents boarded the Lazarev.
Some sort of Trojan hacked the system before they could even get to the bridge.
We were outplayed from the beginning.
What you set in motion, the big picture, it's perfection.
Except for one thing.
The ship has veered far off Greifswald.
I mean, come now.
Why strike at the body, when one best strikes at the head?
With Europe's leaders on their knees,
a vast and hungry vacuum of power will form,
into which I am poised to enter.
Shit.
No way.
I consider you my phoenix,
from whose ashes I, Father's true legacy, shall rise.
Fuck!
I can't override it.
The boat's too close. There's no way we can avoid it.
- It's Xanadu they're targeting. - What? That doesn't make sense.
We've got a hundred souls on board.
Heads of state, civilians, engineers,
and Diana Shetland herself.
Why would she do that?
I don't know, Sam, and we don't have time for this. Get out!
Please.
You know there's nothing to do, Diana.
Ah, as for me missing the event, sis...
I rather prefer my view from here.
Take a deep breath. It'll be over soon.
Charlie.
Let's have the fireworks, then.
Jesus, Sam, get out!
Sam! There's nothing you can do! It's over!
You have to let go.
Come on.
Heading out now.
- We need to get on this. - Do you hear that?
The ground's shaking.
Where's the exit?
So what's the endgame?
How do you mean?
In the grand scheme of what we do.
To what end?
This is mankind we're talking, Sammy boy.
Ain't no end. Just history repeating.
Then why do it?
Because it's right.
You stray from it, only just slightly,
and you'll become the bad guy.
You stay with it...
you'll have your soul.
But you'll end up alone.
Feels like both paths lead to damnation.
Nah, just the one.
The other just feels like it.
You all right?
For a minute back there, I thought I was gone.
Thank you.
For fuck's sake, Sam.
What did we miss? How many people dead?
Diana, she--
Now is not the time to untangle those knots.
But I started this mess.
- I could have-- - You started nothing.
I failed long before you had anything to do with all this.
The truth is, this job makes you question everything
you thought you knew about the world.
But we have a responsibility to keep trying.
Well, right now it just sucks.
Yeah, that it does.
I know, Mr. President.
There's honestly nothing more I can say, sir.
Yes, Mr. President.
What'd he say?
Nothing.
Everything.
I'm sorry.
- I should have-- - We played it right, Thunder.
Or at least, as right as we could.
It, though, has done us wrong.
But ain't that the game?
Jenny? Jenny, what the fuck is going on?
Jenny, for fuck's sake.
Come on, come on.
Fuck.
Is someone there?
Wait. No. Please don't!