Sahara

...get out of here alive, I tell you.

Let's go!

Incoming!

- Sorry, captain.

- It's all right, son, just keep moving.

That's the future in your hands.

Heave! Heave! Heave!

- Starboard gunners ready, captain.

- Lieutenant.

Fire!

Prepare to take us into the channel.

Ahead a half.

- Make revolutions for five knots.

- Aye, sir.

- Range, 150 yards!

- 150 yards!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

- All ahead full.

- Aye, captain.

Stop engines.

- Captain?

- Stop engines! Run silent!

Cease firing!

Cease firing!

Close the gun ports. Hold still.

- Cease firing!

- Close the gun ports!

Mrs. Nwokolo?

Eva Rojas, World Health Organization.

This is Dr. Hopper.

- Hello. Nice to meet you.

- Please come with me.

Sorry about the dark.

The light hurts his eyes.

- Thank you.

- What's his name?

Azikiwe. Most call him Kiwe.

Hi, Kiwe. My name is Eva.

We need to have a little look

at you, okay?

- How long has he been sick?

- For two days.

- Has he traveled anywhere recently?

- He was in Mali last week.

With his father.

- Where is his father now?

- He's at the lighthouse.

That's where he works.

Blood pressure, 80/50.

- Circulatory failure.

- Drawing blood.

- Easy, son. Easy. No, no.

- Kiwe!

- Sedative, Eva.

- What dose?

Two mils.

Easy, son. Easy. No. It's okay.

It's all right. You're gonna be all right.

Just trying to help.

It's okay. It's okay, Kiwe.

It's okay.

- Your mama... Your mama is here.

- It's okay, Kiwe. It's okay.

You all right?

- Mali, just like the others.

- Yeah, I know.

- This is an outbreak, Frank.

- We've got six cases.

- That's not enough.

- Oh, how many do we need?

Sixty?

Six thousand?

When does it start to matter?

We have to find the source, Frank.

You wanna go to Mali.

It's not gonna happen.

WHO isn't gonna lose

any more staff to a civil war.

- Here, finish your report.

- Good.

- Just in time for the autopsy.

- Eva.

I'll do what I can do.

I'll re-present to the board.

- And maybe they'll listen this time.

- Thank you.

We still need blood samples

from his father.

I'll find the father.

Hello?

Mr. Nwokolo?

Mr. Nwokolo?

Hey!

Help.

You have no business being here.

Quick, get her bag.

Are you okay?

Hey! Hey, pick that up!

What are you doing? Come on.

You're walking past...

All right, guys. Come on.

Guys, quit screwing around.

Come on. Come on, come on,

come on. All right, stop.

All right, hold it there.

Report any variances over two feet.

Here, hold on to these.

Come on, grab it.

All right. Come on, you piece of...

All right, give me a wrench.

I need the wrench.

Wrench! Anybody there?

All right, oil. I need the oil.

All right, the oil. Thank you.

That's it. All right, we're good!

We're good!

Sorry.

Here. Hi.

- Al Giordino.

- Eva.

- Eva Rojas.

- Nice work.

- Thanks.

- Welcome aboard.

Thank you.

All right, turn it on. Go down.

Go, go, go, go, go.

More. Keep going.

Hi.

- How are you? Feeling better?

- Yes, thank you.

- I'm Rudi.

- Sorry, where are we?

This is the Martha Ann,

It's a NUMA boat. Ship.

We didn't know who you were, so

we kind of patched you up ourselves.

You had an edema

of the upper tracheal track.

Rudi, I've been waiting

two months for this moment.

Don't mess it up for me

by letting him drown.

- Yes, admiral.

- Diver up!

In five, counting,

four, three, two, one.

Ladies and gentlemen,

may I introduce to you

after a 772-year engagement

on the bottom of the ocean:

King Bateen!

Nice job, everyone.

Except you, Al. What the hell?

It's a 10-ton-rated winch,

my friend, not a fly-fishing rod.

You know what? You're thinking

of the Thompson 12-91.

Whereas you're astride a 12-93.

- Not that you could operate either one.

- Boys!

- Sir?

- Sir?

The king meets the people

at the museum in five hours.

- Don't worry, sir. He'll be there.

- He'll be there.

He better be.

Secure those cables!

Hey, look who's on her feet.

Thanks to you, I guess.

You were lucky to just lose your bag.

Dangerous city.

Damn it, I did lose my bag.

- Nothing worth dying for, I hope.

- Well, that's a tough question.

Nothing worth you dying for.

Hey, Dirk, get your butt up here

so we can scrape

some of the crap off this thing.

- Excuse me. The wife.

- Come on, ladies,

get Mr. Bateen unhooked.

Clean him up.

We got a party to go to.

- Admiral?

- Retired.

- Jim Sandecker.

- Eva. Eva Rojas.

I'm with the WHO.

You look like you could use

a cup of coffee.

- Hey, Dirk. Hey, I need your help.

- What?

- Is it left over right, or right over left?

- This better not be like last time.

I can't remember.

It's driving me nuts.

Is there something about a rabbit

going around a tree or something?

I'll be there in an hour.

- What, Dirk?

- That was Oshodi.

He thinks he might

have found something.

Oh, that's great. That is fantastic.

- Thank you very much.

- No, no, no, no, fantastic for me.

I can't wait to tell Sandecker that you're

not gonna be at the museum tonight

because one of your contacts

from the Nigerian underworld

has found evidence of a Civil War

ironclad shipwrecked

- In a storm off Africa. Yeah, right.

- Storm off Africa.

That's what you're talking about, right?

Yeah. Sandecker's gonna freak.

- Look, Al...

- And I'll be there. He'll turn all red.

The fox chases the rabbit around

the tree and down the hole.

That's how the tie works.

Don't you worry, I'll be there.

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