Previously on SEAL Team...
Several members of the Navy SEAL team
have been killed in Afghanistan.
Go, go, go!
SONNY: So, you're telling me
that all six guys are dead.
Survivors?
MANDY: None that we know of.
This is the poppy field
that Echo Team burned.
The truck directly ties the bomb maker
to the farm and Echo Team.
We're gonna find the guy behind it, and then we're gonna
find the guy behind him and the guy behind him,
because that's what we do.
I know other men. I'll give them all to you.
MANDY: She could live on the base.
Live as a girl,
work as a boy.
I'm the love of your life,
but I don't think I should be your wife anymore.
Jason Hayes. I'm Amy.
Nice to meet you, Amy. So what do you do around here?
I save the world from bad guys. I have a good time doing it.
SONNY: Ooh, look at that right there.
She just gave you the steel eye.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING, INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Careful. Right here.
(KEYPAD BEEPING)
Hey. Bus just pulled up from the airfield.
Guys are getting de-jocked.
How about their prisoner?
They handed him over. He's getting processed.
Sounds like it's gonna be about another hour
before he's ready for interrogation.
Great. So we got the guy who made the heroin.
God, you wouldn't think it'd be so hard to figure out
who owns a stupid poppy field.
Cash we found in that tunnel bankrolled a hit
on an American special ops team.
Makes sense they'd want to stay hidden.
Do you think you can get this chemist guy
to tell you his name?
Gonna try my level best.
Come on, let's get the taste of that bad man out of your mouth.
Thought he was gonna rip his arm off.
Yeah, Pazir thought so, too, way he was screaming.
(CHUCKLES) Maybe Pazir just isn't a dog person.
Maybe he knows the prophet said they were unclean.
What's he say about heroin?
(LAUGHTER) Everybody decent?
Whoa, when'd you become so delicate, huh?
The agency keeps sending HR memos warning us
not to make our operators feel objectified.
Mm. What happens if we ask real nice?
Okay, um... so, did Pazir
say anything before you guys handed him over to the MPs?
I think his loose translation was...
(SCREAMS) (LAUGHTER)
Oh, you know, he wasn't too chatty, that's for sure.
Yeah, in fairness, we did
kick in his door at 2:00 in the morning,
shwack his bodyguards, and sic a dog on him, so...
"In fairness." (LAUGHTER)
All right. Get some sleep.
Oh, oh, wait a second. What about you?
Don't you need to get some sleep?
I'm gonna go see if Pazir will talk to me.
You really think he's gonna tell you who owns that poppy field?
I'm not the one who sicced a dog on him.
JASON: Good point.
(CHUCKLES)
Bye-bye. I'm not looking at anything.
Put your pants on.
(LAUGHTER)
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
CLAY: Hey, little lady.
STELLA: Hey. You look exhausted.
You guys went again?
Yeah. We actually had a pretty good night, though.
That's great. Is it snowing there yet?
'Cause I saw that there was a 60% chance of snow.
I, uh... I hear they have an opening
at Good Morning Afghanistan, if you're interested.
What? I set my app... My-my weather app... to J-Bad.
Makes me feel more connected.
I, uh, I wouldn't mind connecting right now.
Me, too.
I miss you, babe.
Damn it.
I forgot I promised Gordon I'd meet him for drinks.
Gordon, huh?
Yeah, Professor Turner.
He's my advisor.
Come on, we've been over this.
So what, he, uh, he advises you on drinking now?
I'm helping him with his article
for New Literary History.
It's actually really, really flattering
- that he wants my input. - Yeah.
Yeah, I'm sure that's all he wants.
Right, 'cause there's only thing that I have to offer.
I forgot.
That's not what I meant.
It's just, last week, it was, you know, it was midterms.
The week before, it was his lecture...
Yeah, because that's my job, babe, you know?
I get paid to do these things.
It just kind of seems like the guy
can't do anything without you since I left town.
Why, Mr. Spenser, am I detecting a hint of jealousy?
Well, I mean, how would you feel if-if, you know, I was
hanging out with some woman all the time you didn't know?
Well, I... I would hope that I would trust you,
like people do in grown-up relationships.
(LAUGHS)
Seriously?
You're laughing right now?
No.
Well, how you doing there, Miss Stella?
Huh?
(LAUGHS): Hey.
I just want to let you know we're taking care of your, uh...
your young buck right now.
He's a big old stud out here.
Thank you so much
for wearing something under that robe this time.
Yeah.
It's America right here.
Hey, Sonny, we're-we're kind of
in the middle of something right now, man.
Yeah. (SPITS)
Come on, you think I just got dressed up like this
for no reason? Huh?
He is not well.
Well, uh...
good night, there, Stella.
Have a good one.
Later, cowboy.
I'll, uh, I'll just go to my room.
Actually, I should go, too.
Yeah, yeah, 'cause we wouldn't want
to keep Gordon waiting, right?
Come on, don't do that.
I need to go, and you need to go get some sleep,
slow those long-distance relationship gears from turning.
Okay? We'll talk about your paranoid fantasies tomorrow.
JASON: Hey, it's me.
Listen, I... I really don't know how this works,
if there are rules to me calling you
or if you even want me to call you.
I don't know, maybe I should just call the kids directly
or... something like that.
But anyhow, we're really busy here,
uh, as you can imagine,
so give the kids my love and a kiss, will you?
Oh, look at that. Getting the PT in early, huh?
Rise and grind, turn and burn.
- There you go. - (EXHALES) Boss says run,
- I say, "How high?" - How high, yeah.
- Jason Hayes. - That's right.
- Alan Cutter. - Hey.
He's the founder of Xeon Tactical Security.
Yeah. I think we've got some friends in common.
Oh, is that right? At least one.
Ah, that's right. (ALL CHUCKLE)
Oh, and I think I'm told that you, uh...
we overlapped for a short period in Baghdad,
right, just before I left the forces.
- 22nd SAS? - "A" Squadron.
That's right. My-my misspent youth.
Well, looks like you're getting back into the fight.
Oh, no. No, no, no. Mostly from the sidelines these days.
Though I-I will concede,
it's a little bit of a better tax bracket.
So, I'm gonna
let you guys visit, but I... I hope you reach out
when you finally hang up the wet suit.
I'm sure we could find a position
for a man of your reputation.
We'll see.
- Take it easy. - Yeah.
- Yeah, later. - See ya.
Not every day you meet private contractor royalty.
You know, I should have worn my good suit.
(BOTH LAUGH) He's not that bad, really.
- He looks like a nice guy. - He's figured out
how to be a capitalist, still serve his country.
I owe a lot to Alan.
Well, you know what, I should get going
'cause I got to try and get some sleep,
which really just doesn't happen for me that much, you know.
- Uh-huh. Real quick, though, um... - Yeah.
What does it take to get a golden ticket
to your Camp Larkin frat house over there?
Oh, that's years of physically
and emotionally damaging training,
but I tell you what.
(QUIETLY): If you ask really nicely,
maybe I can pull some strings.
That's too bad, 'cause I-I got a personal policy
about begging before breakfast, so...
how about I just give you this.
You figure it out. (CHUCKLES)
Bye, Jason.
Yeah, see ya.
(EXHALES)
I told you, I'm not from Jalalabad.
I'm visiting from Kabul to see my sister.
And did your wife travel with you?
I'm not married.
How often do you come here to visit your sister?
Once a year. I told you.
Once a year on your birthday?
Correct.
All right, let's stop this nonsense.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Your name is Pazir al-Mohammed.
You were born July 1981 in Mihtarlam,
where you still live with your wife, Sepedah,
and your children, Badrawi and Saba.
You come here to Jalalabad once a month
not to visit your sister,
but to put your fancy chemistry degree
to work refining poppies.
Also, here's an interesting fact.
One of the grows you oversee
was burnt out a few weeks ago by a team of American commandos
who were then targeted and murdered.
I sell electronics.
Electronic salesmen don't sleep in safe houses with bodyguards.
Now, this is from the field in question
before it was burned.
And this, I believe, is you.
Now can we talk?
Okay, I didn't have anything to do with killing Americans.
Okay. I believe you.
I just need to know who owns this field.
My boss.
Right. Who's your boss?
I've never met him.
(SIGHS)
You're one of a handful of men
who knows how to refine poppies into heroin
on an industrial scale.
A man with your valuable skill set
has most certainly met the boss.
So help me now,
maybe you get out of prison before you're an old man.
I know what's going to happen to me.
I'm at peace.
No, you're scared. Understandably.
You work for dangerous people.
You're the dangerous people.
This is your burner phone.
No names, just numbers.
Maybe I should start dialing, telling everybody
how cooperative you've been with the Americans.
No one will believe you.
(CHUCKLES) Maybe not. But what happens
when our assets on the ground start whispering the same thing?
Rumors get back to the people that you work with.
Think they'll give you the benefit of the doubt?
You can't. My children.
I thought you didn't have a family.
- He will kill them. - You love your wife, Pazir?
You share things with her? Work things?
Okay. She does not know who I work for.
The man you work for killed six American soldiers.
He'll bury anybody he thinks that can point us to them.
Including your family.
They know nothing.
You think he'll take that chance?
It seems to me your best hope is to work with me
to help us get to him before he can get to Sepedah,
Badrawi and Saba.
You know the name Musa Ghani?
Musa Ghani?
Of course I do.
He's one of the biggest drug dealers on the planet.
That's the man I work for.
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Every time we're in J-Bad, somebody offers up Musa Ghani.
SONNY: The guy might as well have said he dimed out Bigfoot.
Pazir's story checks out so far.
Sorry. So Echo Team burns one of Ghani's fields,
so he decides to burn them?
Why not?
- It is nice and linear. - This guy Ghani
has got, what, over a hundred fields all over the place.
You think he's gonna go off when he sees one of them burn?
What we can tell, Ghani's been hit pretty hard
by the new interdiction program.
Maybe he decided it was time to push back.
Interdiction program's mostly run by those contractors, right?
I mean, so-so why's he target Echo?
Maybe the field that Echo burned was the last straw.
Maybe he figured killing a half a dozen Tier One operators
was a good way to throw a scare into everybody.
What about this guy Pazir, huh? You believe him?
I believe he's real scared of something.
He give up more than a name?
What makes you say that?
You wouldn't have got us out of bed
just because Pazir claimed to know Mr. Snuffleupagus.
He gave us a phone number.
Says he uses it to speak to Ghani.
Directly?
No one speaks directly to Ghani.
He says the phone belongs to Bashir, the security chief.
JASON: Davis, you ping it?
Nothing so far.
He probably keeps the battery out when he's not using it.
That's exactly why we need a secondary confirmation
that this is Khan's phone.
JASON: Well, how the hell we gonna
do that when the guy just-just has his phone shut off?
MANDY: Bashir's mistress lives in an apartment
above a spice market in the Buhara neighborhood.
Well, can we get a drone over the place?
DAVIS: Already done.
Problem is, Bashir is very careful
about not exposing himself to open sky.
I say we just get a surveillance team into the market.
I asked. Command said there's nothing available.
All right, you know what? Fine.
We just do this ourselves, all right? I'm game.
Yup, he's game.
Daylight close recon, that neighborhood?
Like stirring up a hornet's nest.
Anyway, you don't have the personnel.
You got one Pashto speaker, one guy who could pass for something
besides American... Not gonna cut it.
Okay, fine. Why don't we just send in Little Orphan Annie?
- Mm. - You want to send Dorri in there?
Why not? Well, she was a Taliban courier.
We know she's used to being in dangerous places.
Exactly. What if she was used to send messages to Ghani?
Bashir might recognize her.
It's... it's hard to see a better option.
DAVIS: Okay, this is the man we're looking for... Bashir Khan.
These two are gonna be nearby just in case
you get into trouble, but they cannot enter the market.
This camera's gonna be streaming video the whole time,
so you don't need to do anything.
Just find Bashir.
Soon as you get a good look at him,
head straight back to the car, you understand?
I understand.
(LIVELY CHATTER)
ERIC: QRF, be advised.
The overwatch team is in position.
Asset has entered market.
Copy, TOC.
If this thing goes bad, it's gonna happen fast.
Stand by to pull them out of there.
Roger that. QRF, standing by.
Here we go, boys.
Standing by. Come on, Sonny.
- I don't get it, boss. - What don't you get?
I thought the whole point
of using assets is so we didn't have to risk our guys.
Even if the asset is a scared little girl
protecting her brother?
Yeah. Everybody's got their reasons.
The last time I checked in my rule book,
you run errands for terrorists, you're a terrorist.
That is cold.
Tell me what you see, brother.
Hmm.
I got two military-age males watching the shoppers.
Any chance one of them's Bashir, we get to go home early?
No. Sorry.
TOC, this is Bravo 2.
We have two military-age males inside the marketplace,
appear to be standing watch.
Copy, 2. Any sign of the HVT?
RAY: That's a negative.
If those are his guys, Bashir's probably still inside.
ERIC: Roger that. Keep us posted.
I really don't like the way this guy's looking at her.
Think he could have made her?
Well, it's possible.
He's start... he's starting to move toward her.
TOC, be advised, one of the MAMs is approaching the asset.
ERIC: Roger. QRF standing by.
(SPEAKING PASHTO) No.
You want me to reach out and touch him?
No. Let it play.
Hey, is it just my imagination, or does it look like
he's trying to pick up on her?
(SPEAKING PASHTO)
No, that's not your imagination.
I just don't know if it's good news.
You think he knows that she's a she?
I think a man who lives in a place
where he doesn't know any women who aren't his relatives
might think a hairless boy is good enough.
(SPEAKING PASHTO)
How do you want to play it?
How do you say "He's mine" in Pashto?
We're not supposed to get out of the car. He's mine.
(SPEAKS PASHTO)
(REPEATS PHRASE)
All right. Be ready to get behind the wheel.
We might have to leave on a hop.
All right.
Bravo 6, this is TOC. ISR appears to show.
Bravo 2 exiting the vehicle. Please advise.
That's affirmative.
Son of a bitch.
(SPEAKS PASHTO) No, no.
(RAY SPEAKS PASHTO) (MAN LAUGHS)
(SPEAKS PASHTO)
MAN: Hey!
TOC, this is Bravo 2.
We have positive I.D. on Bashir Khan.
Mission accomplished.
MANDY: Yes, sir. Bashir put the battery back
in his cell phone as soon as they left the market.
We're tracking them now.
They're headed northeast on Konar Road,
towards Pakistan, that's right.
Well, our intel suggests that Ghani likes
to move between safe houses, but he never likes
to spend the night unless Bashir is there to protect him.
Only one he really trusts.
Thank you, sir.
I hope so, too.
This guy Bashir, he's a total badass, right?
That's his rep.
Figure that's why Ghani trusts him with his safety?
Well, he employs Western-style layered security.
He builds heavy-weapon fighting positions outside
all of his safe houses.
I read the same brief. What's your point?
Point is, the problem with following Bashir to Ghani is
you got to go through Bashir to get to Ghani.
One thing at a time.
TRENT: So if the bodyguard
leads us to Ghani, we're going out again tonight, right?
Yeah, no rest for the wicked.
Or the whipped.
Ain't that right, Mr. Spenser?
Yeah, I'd just be glad to get some payback for the Echo guys.
Amen to that. Here.
Wherever we're going,
you always need to carry extra breaching charges.
Put them in your leg pouch.
Nah, it's cool.
Actually, I, um, prefer to have my body plate armor
in between me and my explosives.
This op is gonna be quick and dirty,
and you may not have time to reach back and get them.
Okay?
Put them in your leg pouch.
Yeah, I've been doing it this way for years, Sonny.
It's not gonna be an issue.
You need to listen to me on this one, new guy.
You know, I might have been the new guy after BUDs,
might have been the new guy after Green Team, right?
I might be the newest guy here on Bravo.
But I'm not a new guy, so you can stop treating me like one.
Wow. Look at this.
The millennial snowflake
just seems to have all the answers.
No. I just know you don't have any.
(TRENT CLEARS THROAT)
Oh. We got a problem?
No, we are good, Senior Chief.
RAY: We're closing in on the guy who ordered
the hit on our brothers, and you two are more concerned
with marking territory?
Listen to me. Hey!
Put it away now.
After we get Ghani in the ground, in a cell,
you two still want to go at it, we'll settle it in the ring.
That works for me.
Anytime, anywhere.
RAY: Okay.
We got something.
There's Bashir.
Yeah, I'm going in tighter.
MANDY: This one. Can you get a clean view?
I'm trying.
That's a positive I.D. on Musa Ghani.
Yes, sir, we have confirmed HVT on target.
Requesting green light.
AMY: So, they actually exist, huh?
- Proud papa. - (CHUCKLES): Yeah.
Yeah, well,
more like an uncle.
I inherited these.
Oh.
Among other things, I imagine.
(CLEARS THROAT)
So, I have to ask how you got past the gate?
Oh, yeah, that. Guess the guards...
They all know me, 'cause, uh, I was a friend of Steve's.
I probably should have told you.
Right. So, we need to talk about that?
I mean, you and Steve... You weren't, uh, you know?
No, not that kind of friend. I-I... I have rules.
Steve was married.
So are you.
Not married. Separated.
- Separated? - Mm-hmm.
Separated's still married, though.
It's too bad, 'cause I was gonna invite you over
to come and see my garden.
But you have rules. But I got rules.
(PHONE RINGING) Got rules.
Yeah.
Oh. (SIGHS)
Yeah. I got to get back to work.
Okay.
Nice shorts, by the way.
All right, over the last few weeks,
we've been slowly making our way up the ladder
to find those responsible for taking out Echo Team.
I'm pleased to say that we think we've reached the top.
And his name is Musa Ghani.
Ms. Ellis.
As most of you are aware,
Bravo Team located Ghani's personal bodyguard,
Bashir Khan, earlier today.
ISR's tracked him to this safe house
in the foothills of the Hindu Kush.
A few minutes ago,
we positively identified Ghani on site.
ERIC: It's the big one, gentlemen.
- It's the end of the rainbow. - JASON: Okay, look,
if Ghani's there, he's not gonna be there long,
so we're gonna speed over security on this one.
Hey, Alpha, Bravo Team, you helo into the target,
you fast-rope in, got it?
- In and out, quick and dirty. - That's right.
Sonny, don't you dare.
CLAY: Remote area like that, you know they're gonna hear us coming.
Well, we'll just launch multiple helos,
and we'll do false inserts across the valley.
Should buy us some time.
SONNY: It's time we showed this rat-faced Ghani
that payback is a bitch.
Right? All right, listen up.
I know that this mission means a lot to all of us,
but let's not let vengeance cloud our focus, all right?
I'm gonna do my best to not let it cloud mine.
Happy hunting, fellas.
- Jace. - JASON: Yeah?
What?
You guys have been turni" and burnin' for the last week.
Yeah. Come on, Eric, you kidding me?
Come on, nothing.
You know as well as I do, Jason, what happens
when guys start to slip because they're too tired to op,
(GROANS) too emotional to make good decisions.
Look, if any of your guys are acting squirrelly,
now is the time to call them out.
You know, I appreciate that, but we're solid, okay?
Not every day we get to make things right,
and we're gonna make things right.
Steve Porter's unit patch.
You go get that bastard.
For the Brotherhood.
Brotherhood. I won't let them down.
Let's go. Come on.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Let's go get 'em, baby!
Come on, let's go, boys. Sonny, you ready?
Let's go.
What the hell? What's going on?
(HORN HONKING)
Not going anywhere.
CIA pulled the plug.
Sorry, fellas, mission's been scrubbed.
What are you talking about?
Get your boys back on the bus. I'll meet you at Larkin.
Meanwhile, the BTF's got this guy so turned around,
he's actually calling me to authorize the contact,
and I'm like, first off, either Cortez drops...
You want to tell me why you canked my op?
Excuse me?
I got 20 of my men loaded on helos, okay?
HVT confirmed on target, and you pull the plug.
Gentlemen, Master Chief Jason Hayes,
breacher extraordinaire, as he has just demonstrated.
Don't use that tone with me.
Easy, Master...
Gentlemen, excuse us.
I canceled the op... Actually JSOC canceled your op
because it turns out your HVT is asset-conflicted.
You're saying that the Agency is protecting Ghani?
- Not us, actually. - Who?
DEA.
- DEA? - Mm-hmm.
DEA is using the most brutal killer in Eastern Afghanistan
as an asset?
Apparently, he's proven himself quite valuable.
Valuable how? Huh? Valuable how?
By making us take out the competitors?
You understand this is way above your clearance...
Musa Ghani took out six Tier One operators,
six of my brothers, and you're telling me I can't go after him
because he's a snitch for the DEA?
I understand how important this is.
To you. Frankly, to the entire war effort.
But someone wants Ghani protected.
There's nothing I can do.
Oh, yeah, there's something you can do.
You can authorize my target package.
I cannot go to bat for you on some hunch.
- Not a hunch. - I know it's not a hunch.
Ghani owns the poppy fields that Echo Team torched.
The cash hidden on those same fields
was used to pay the hit squad.
(SIGHS) I am telling you, Jason...
I am telling you...
it's not enough.
Not to take down the DEA's highest-level informant
in this entire country.
Good to see that your priorities are straight.
Coward.
Hey!
Don't even start.
Advice I might have given you.
Okay. What do you expect me to do, huh?
Just roll over and play dead? Huh?
After coming this far?
How much farther did the Jason Hayes charm get you?
- Why don't you tell me? - I had to talk Belding
out of filing a formal complaint with General Shenko.
Yeah, well, Belding's a weasel.
(RAPID GUNSHOTS)
Yes, he is.
But he's my boss, and a particular kind of weasel,
one that I can manipulate around to my point of view.
All right. So did you?
Yeah, see, the whole thing with manipulation
is it's a lot less effective
when a rage-aholic in full battle gear
comes in and rearranges his desk.
I'm not giving up after coming this far!
I'm not asking you to!
You know you're not the only one
who's come this far, Jason.
(SIGHS)
All right, you know what, you're right.
I'm sorry. I lost it.
I lost it.
All right?
(SIGHS)
Are you okay?
Look, we are sleeping in their beds, for God's sake.
We have to follow this through.
And we will.
What are you gonna do about it? Hmm?
I'm not sure.
You're not the only one who never gives up.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
(CLEARS THROAT)
You know,
this thing where you guys never sleep, it's...
getting a little tired.
A lot tired, actually.
Wordplay at 4:30 in the morning. Very impressive.
Well, that's... why they pay me the big bucks.
I thought they paid you the big bucks
for high-profile access that nobody else could get.
Well, that, too, but there hasn't been
a whole lot of that going around these days.
Yeah, and I'm sorry. That's too bad.
Well, it's not for lack of trying.
Can I go back to sleep now?
If you go to sleep,
you might miss out on some high-profile access.
How high?
How does an hour
with a Tier One master chief sound?
(CLEARS THROAT) Too good to be true.
Tier One guys don't talk to reporters.
So that's it?
I get my interview with Jason Hayes, and you get...?
When was the last time you spoke to your daddy,
the congressman?
ERIC: All right, listen up.
As most of you have heard, we are back on for Musa Ghani.
(EXCITED CHATTER, CHUCKLING)
RAY: How the hell she get to Belding?
I softened him up a little bit, huh?
I'm not sure I believe that.
MANDY: So, thanks to some higher-ups,
we are back on for Ghani.
Good news is ISR still has him at the safe house.
Five bad guys, including Bashir and his thugs.
And the bad news is...
sun's up.
Yeah, bad news is we're looking at a daylight assault.
And there goes our element of surprise
and our technical advantage.
Why don't we wait, take 'em at night?
That way, we got our night vision back.
Ooh-hoo, look at that.
The rookie just figured out asymmetrical warfare.
Wow, buddy, that's a lot of syllables for you.
(OTHERS LAUGHING) We don't want to risk waiting,
because of how often Ghani changes locations.
Means an off-site infil.
ERIC: Right. So, helo will put you down here.
Two klicks out.
Okay, let's see if we can catch them
while they're still sleeping. Let's go.
ERIC: Hey, one more thing.
If Ghani does squirt off target, we do not pursue him.
It's a hostile environment right there,
and I don't want to lose any other friends taking him in.
Feeling awful exposed out here in the daylight like this, boss.
TOC, this is Bravo 1. We're passing Lincoln.
ERIC: Copy, Bravo 1. Enjoy the hike.
Last man.
RAY: No movement at the target house, boss.
Maybe Ghani's a late riser.
Yeah, he's probably the real Bohemian type.
Cut the chatter, all right? Move it.
(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE)
Contact front! Contact front!
Move it!
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
Ray, where'd that come from?
Mortar team, northeast corner of the target building!
- Clay! - Yeah!
Ray! Push left, after that mortar team!
Not happening right now.
1, this is 6. I'm heading up the hill.
We got two squirters out the back!
- Is it Ghani?! - I can't say!
You know we don't chase squirters, boss.
Got to be smart here, J. Got to be smart!
Son of a bitch, it's Ghani.
- I'm going after him. - SONNY: Rolling with you, boss!
JASON: Let's go! I'm ending this!
- This isn't the way, Jace! - Are you gonna cover us or what?
On me.
Three, two, one.
Crazy bastard.
Damn it, I told them not to pursue the squirters.
Mission's personal.
Yeah, well, that's how people get hurt.
(SPEAKING PASHTO)
The squirters stopped moving.
Doubt they're waving a white flag.
ERIC: Bravo 1, this is TOC. Be advised the targets have stopped moving,
and appear to be taking up defensive positions.
(PANTING) Copy, TOC. Continuing forward.
Incoming!
(PANTING)
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
Man down. Bravo 3 is down.
(GRUNTING)
Bravo 3 is down. Man down.
- Sonny! - Yeah.
- Talk to me, man. You good? - Yeah, I'm fine.
- Talk to me, man. You good? - I'm good, I'm good. Go.
Okay, move to cover.
- Go after Ghani. Go! - All right.
(SONNY GROANING)
(COUGHING)
This is Bravo 3. Ah, man.
I'm just a little dinged up right now.
(GRUNTS)
(EXPLOSIONS, GUNFIRE CONTINUE)
Bashir!
ERIC: Alpha 1, you okay?
All good here.
(GHANI CHOKING)
(COUGHING)
TOC, this is Bravo 1. Jackpot.
I say again, jackpot.
(GRUNTING, PANTING)
(GUNSHOT ECHOES)
CLAY: Bravo 3, you're clear to move.
(PANTING)
Nice shooting, kid.
1, this is 2. Target's secure.
Copy, 2.
Prepare to exfil.
Yo, yo, hold up. I'm inbound with video.
(LAUGHTER)
This is gonna hurt. Hold your breath.
That's some tough talk there, pretty boy.
All righty. Can't say I didn't warn you.
Enough talk. Let's get it on.
- 20 bucks he screams. - No way.
SONNY: Damn it.
- Come on, Ray, go easy. - RAY: Trust me, brother.
This is hurting me more than it's hurting you.
You guys know, on our forward operating base,
we do have these things called doctors, right?
By the time that they pull all this frag out,
and write up the paperwork and discharge me,
you sons of bitches are gonna drink all the beer... (SCREAMS)
- (YELLS) Damn it! - My bad.
My bad, my bad. (SCREAMS)
I had a heavy hand, man, I'm sorry. (GROANING)
Ooh. Wait, hold on, hold on. We got a monster.
- Monster right here. - RAY: Oh, yeah, that's good.
CLAY: Come and get this one off of my tweezer.
(SONNY GROANING, OTHERS LAUGHING)
SONNY: Uh, dainty little touch there, Mr. Spenser.
- RAY: Ooh. - SONNY: There is no way
that Stella would ever leave you for that professor.
We good here?
I'm good if we're good, Clay.
Yeah, we're golden.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER)
(COUNTRY ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
JASON: Hey, hey, hey! Whoa, whoa, wait. Listen up, everybody.
Hey, give me a second. (MUSIC STOPS)
Now, I'm not... I'm not one for speeches.
I'm not, uh, but, you know,
it's never easy when we lose one of our own brothers.
But, you know what, finding the guy
who's responsible for taking them out,
sweetest thing I've ever tasted in a long time.
Right?
So, all right. Here's to Rob Johnson.
Richy Williams, right?
Chris Hall.
For Razor Ramon Garcia.
OTHERS: Razor Ramon.
- Right? - Garcia.
Mikey Miller.
Mikey, yeah.
Steve Porter.
Yes, sir, our fallen Echo brothers.
ERIC: All right, I got one thing to say.
The best of us don't come home.
- To Echo Team. - ALL: Echo Team.
(SIGHS) All right, now remember,
Steve used to say when the drinking lamp is lit...
ALL: You should be, too!
(WHOOPING)
(COUNTRY ROCK MUSIC RESUMES)
♪ Sears and Roebuck ♪
♪ Electric guitars... ♪
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Yeah, remember when I asked you if any of your guys
were too emotionally involved to make good decisions?
What are you saying?
That I shouldn't have gone after the guy who killed our brothers?
Think it's more recklessness than I'm used to from you.
Ghani is not our usual target.
So this was isolated.
Get back on target, things go back to normal, right?
(CHUCKLES) Always.
Back to normal.
Yeah.
♪ Where do we go? ♪
♪ Where do we go from here? ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
JASON: Hey, look at you. You deserve a beer more than anyone.
Here you go. Cheers to that.
Right? So, you want to take advantage of my afterglow
and tell me what you volunteered me for
with the reporter?
(GRUNTS SOFTLY)
What? What is it? Ghani's not talking?
No, he's talking.
The problem is what he's saying.
Ghani denies having anything to do with the hit on Echo Team.
Claims he sold the poppy field
right after it was burned, eight weeks ago.
The guy's gonna say anything to save his own ass.
I know, but the intel backs him up.
Right after the field was destroyed,
he sold it for pennies on the dollar.
- You got to be kidding me. - The money that you found on that farm,
not his. (BEER SPILLING ON GROUND)
You kidding me? (BOTTLE CLATTERS)
Who did Ghani sell the field to?
Some shell company.
Still running it down, but...
- This is Afghanistan. - Mm-hmm.
Just keep this between us for now, all right?
I don't want to ruin the night for the boys.
Yeah. Guess we all deserve a night off.
Yeah.
You're not coming?
Ah, no. I'm, uh... Lost the mood.
I-I'll catch up with you. I got it. It's good.
Okay.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Hi.
Ever just want to make it stop?
Just... just for a while?
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