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Received a mayday at 0800 hours.|We have you on radar.

Richie's mayday got through !

If you are receiving|but cannot transmit,|please respond by signal flare.

- We need a flare gun !|- No, no ! If anything,|we need to warn them away.

- Why ?|- Because this thing is|isolated on the ship, Steve.

- We can't let another ship near us.|- Right.

We gotta sink this ship.

How ?

Flood the hold with fuel|and detonate it.

Let's do it.

Jesus Christ.

Foster, get back !

You don't recognize me.|What's wrong ?

I'm still your captain, Foster.|You must treat me with respect.

We know where you're going.

I know you do.

There's a whole world|waiting out there.

Steve ! Foster ! Grenade !

Get down !

Through your captain, it knows what|we are planning. We must hurry. Come on.

Come on.

- Good. Okay.|- So, which way ?

Oh, God ! Jesus Christ,|you scared the sh*t out of me !

- Put the gun down.|- Richie, man, it's us !

- How do I know that ?|- Put it down, Mason.

We're gonna blow the ship.|You come with us, all right ?

I got my own plan.

What the hell are you|talking about ?

Richie, don't be a fool ! Richie !

Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

- That should do it.

Checkmate.

I gave us 15 minutes.

- Let's go.|- We should warn Richie.

Richie, Richie, if you can hear me,|we're leaving the ship.

- Richie !

English.

- Do you speak English ?|- F*** you.

- English. Where is the detonator ?|- I don't remember.

- The detonator--

where is it ?

Cut her down.

- Steve, buddy, you okay ?|Huh ? I got ya.

- We gotta go. We gotta go.

Steve ! Richie !

Come on, Foster.

- Richie !|- Foster, this way, this way.

It's not coming.

Foster, Foster, look.

Survival suits.|Maybe we have a chance.

Put it on. Put it on.

Richie !

Oh, my God.

Richie ?

Oh, man.

We thought|you bailed on us, bro.

We thought|you weren't comin' back.

Shows you how smart I am.

Hey, Steve. Now, there's still|a way to get off this ship.

- What ?|- But you gotta get to the missile room.

- Missile room ?|- You'll understand when you get there.

Steve--

Mason ! Mason ? Sh*t.

Nadia, stop ! Nadia !

- There's no time !|- I'm not leaving,|not until I know it's dead.

- The ship's gonna blow any second.|- I've got to make sure.

- Nadia, it's suicide !|- I don't care !

- Nadia !

Checkmate.

Foster. Foster,|get to the upper deck.

Get off the ship. You have|to tell people what has happened here.

- No. No.|- Yes, go. Go !

Are there more of those devices|aboard this ship ?

Just one more.

No !

No !

It's me, Baker. It's me !

- It's okay.

- Come on. We're gonna get outta here.|- No, I can't.

I don't wanna hear it ! You don't have|a choice ! Get the hell up ! Let's go !

Come on !

- Where are we ?|- The missile bay. Check that door.

It's blocked.

Foster, look at this !|It's a rocket motor !

Looks like some sort of ejection seat.

- Come on. Let's go ! Get in !|- No. No !

- No, I'm not going without you !|- Just get in !

- No !|- There's no time !

Richie rigged this for one, okay ?

And you're it.

Let's go !|Come on, come on, come on, damn it !

- Foster, go !|- Not without you.

That's one hell of a flare.

Hiko !

- Foster, it's all right.

It's okay, you hear me ?|We made it.

Come on.

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