Previously on SEAL Team...
BROCK: IED!
We got to get off this fucking "X"!
SONNY: Where's his med kit?
Not sure we got the headcount to make a move
- on that ridge, Jace. - I'll make it solo.
- [automatic gunfire] - Jace!
[groaning]
Yeah, that's more like it!
RIVAS: This would not have happened
without your ferocious determination.
- Thank you, sir. - I hope you realize the impact
your work just had on global security.
I think a celebration is in order.
Don't you agree, Lieutenant?
I'd be honored to join, sir.
I'm retiring after I hit my 20.
Going all in on the vet center, huh?
Could be a chance to have more of an impact
than I've been having with my rifle.
- I'm Clay. - Ben.
This place is to help guys like you.
Like us.
Just give me the gun.
SONNY: I'm so sorry.
[sobbing]
I'm so sorry, Clay.
I, uh, I should have been there.
The battlespace commander over there, Colonel Decker?
Failed to change the comms channels.
So SGS was listening to the broadcast
and knew we were coming through.
And set up an ambush on the route.
SONNY: Clay's six feet in the ground because of him.
Hey. Kurt Decker.
[groans]
NAIMA: Definitely gives us something
to live up to.
RAY: Every day, baby,
we'll make his name mean something.
MANDY: Do you think Clay would
want you to be carrying around this guilt?
He told you you were not to blame.
ERIC: SOCOM Deputy Commander
Admiral Michael Rivas
will now present the Navy Cross
to Master Chief Jason Hayes.
JASON: So while Clay was watching his team's back,
I was watching my own back,
worried that Command would discover what this war
has done to my head.
♪ ♪
TBI.
I hid my traumatic brain injury.
Clay Spenser paid the ultimate price for it.
ERIC: The issue, Master Chief,
isn't just operating with a serious injury.
You embarrassed Command and the Navy.
My intention was to save lives, sir.
But you created one hell of a mess
and left us no choice but to stand you down.
[door opens]
Warrant Officer Perry.
I have PTS, sir.
SONNY: The only time I notice the ringing in my ears
- is when it stops. - Headaches.
More often than not.
TRENT: Vision gets blurry.
- Trouble balancing. - Breacher's syndrome.
Angry. All the time.
- Anxiety. - We got your back, brother.
And no one is saying anything that isn't true.
PTS.
What's Command gonna do, pull all our birds?
CTE.
Like you taught me, boss-dog...
always improve your fighting position.
♪
♪ ♪
[indistinct shouting]
[shouting continues]
INSTRUCTOR: We got warm blankets
and hot chocolate for anyone thinking about ringing out!
Pays to be a winner.
Second place is just the first loser!
- Pick it up! - Go!
Don't let me down, guys.
Tadpoles have no idea how easy they have it
compared to what we did back in the day.
[chuckles]
Pups who make it are entering a safer world
thanks to you, Master Chief.
You should be proud of all you accomplished.
♪ ♪
The National Defense Authorization Act allocated
$5.9 billion to Navy weapons,
and I want a healthy piece
of that pie for the tip of the spear, gentlemen.
Lieutenant Blackburn,
any other pork for us to pick over?
ERIC: 400 million has been designated
for Command to upgrade
our cybersecurity capabilities,
30 million to help reduce our water consumption by 20%.
Reduce too much water, we'll all be out of jobs.
[chuckling]
[scoffs]
Something to add, Warrant Officer Perry?
Given I'm in this room as punishment
for standing up for warfighter health...
...I'm in no position
to point out how Command continues to ignore it.
Mm.
[sighs]
1, this is 3. Got eyes on the ordnance.
It's big. Moving now.
[dog barking]
[grunts]
Yeah, put the lipstick back in its tube,
you little leg humpers!
[groaning in disgust]
[muttering]
Yeah, I tell you what, man. You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna go home and I'm gonna put Old Yeller on.
And I'm gonna laugh my un-neutered balls off.
How do you like that? Yeah.
- 15 years as an exemplary SEAL. - [coughs]
Then I meet you and I end up in Command's doghouse.
- Literally. - Yeah.
Uh, we'll go from fighting the War on Terror
to the war on turds.
Quite the legacy we've built for ourselves there, Omar Pyle.
Ugh!
- Fuck Command. - Fuck Command.
Oh, it's stuck. Come on.
[groans] Get off the thing. Get off.
Mm. Mm-mm.
- Mm-mm-mm-mm. - [knocks]
Seems you're better at hunting down Iranian generals
than a good cup of coffee, Lieutenant.
Yes. Two months here at SOCOM
and my caffeine fix still eludes me, sir.
Here's some news that may energize you:
my Integrated Deterrence Partnership has been approved.
Finally. Congratulations, sir. I knew you'd win
- those congressional clowns over. - Well...
I'm just relieved tying you to a desk to write proposals
wasn't a total waste of your talents.
I'm here to help evolve Spec Ops away
from the War on Terror.
Now that we're approved, you actually won't be here.
Are you ready for your new role at DEVGRU?
I'm honored you've entrusted me with overseeing
the initiative's implementation.
I won't let you down, sir.
- [door closes] - Yes!
[claps hands]
I'm telling you, the best tacos in Coronado.
Your mom and I used to love coming here.
It's so hard to imagine you as Californians.
Says the Vah Beach girl moving to San Diego.
- [chuckles] - Don't worry, Mikey.
We plan on ending my career back at DEVGRU, right?
Oh-ho, pump the brakes there, Brad.
Huh? There's only one way to eat an elephant.
- One bite at a time. - JASON: That's it.
- Get at it, kid. - [laughs]
Speaking of DEVGRU,
we decided to get married in Vah Beach.
It's way too expensive out here.
Wait a second, Vah Beach--
Perfect bulkhead.
I'm telling you. It's perfect.
We're hoping for a venue with maybe less
of a stale beer and urine stench.
Couple weeks as a Californian
and she's already gone soft, Dad.
JASON: Speaking of urine and stale beer,
there's a place right around the corner here,
Danny's bar.
Cujo and I used to raise some serious hell in that bar.
And you will, too, with your teammates
when you graduate BUD/S.
MICHAEL: If he graduates BUD/S.
He'll make it.
I didn't move your sister
all the way out here just to ring out.
MICHAEL: You want to help your chances?
Take Emma's last name when you get married.
Navy's in need of a SEAL named Hayes.
Nah, whoa, whoa, I'm still a SEAL,
okay, Mikey Muscles?
Command just doesn't seem to want me operating these days.
Rejecting the Navy Cross made you the most decorated
supply supervisor in the military.
Yeah. And pissed a lot of people off, too.
Yeah, but you stood up for your brothers, sir.
I mean, that's a total team guy move.
And if the consequences of being stood down
are we get to see you more, win-win.
But I'm not seeing a win-win now.
I'm the one that's got to be carrying
furniture up four flights of stairs.
I'm gonna need more tacos 'cause you guys ate them all, so...
- Mikey, let's go. - Uh, no, no, no, no, no.
This round is on me, all right?
You guys are cheaper than actual movers.
Wow. Did I just get big-leagued by Brad?
You guys coming out and helping us get settled means so much.
I'm just sorry Mandy's not here.
Well, you know, she's the one saving the world these days.
I have to admit I was a little anxious about you coming.
I told you,
if I was gonna waterboard this kid,
I would've done it months ago.
I meant you being here, in Coronado,
where you started your career,
met so many of the brothers you lost,
enjoyed the best days of your marriage.
This would have been a mental minefield
for you not too long ago.
You're right. It would've been, but I'm good.
Right? TBI treatments are working.
I got Mandy, I got you, I got Mikey.
I thought being away from the battlefield for so long
would be hard on you, but...
here you are, happier than I can remember.
Easy day.
Easy day. Let's go. Bring 'em up.
- Here we go. - All right.
Since opening our doors four months ago,
Spenser House has treated more than 120 veterans,
but, unfortunately, we've had to turn even more away.
Which is why we feel compelled to expand.
Your contribution will add more beds, more case workers,
more hands and more hearts to help treat our vets.
It's so much better when you're not reading it, Daddy.
It was a good note, Jameelah June.
And when you lay it out, it's kind of impressive,
what we've accomplished.
What you've accomplished. Thanks to shore duty,
I haven't been pulling my weight.
Oh, I can't be mad,
not when you look like that wearing that suit at the center.
- Mm. - Mm.
JAMEELAH: Retirement's in eight more weeks,
then you're all ours.
I like the sound of that.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Me, too.
Forgive me, but was it really a promotion
if you had to spend two months in Tampa?
[laughs]
Uh, well, I will admit it is nice to finally be back.
Although I wish
I'd been here more for you.
STELLA: Oh, please.
The whole Bravo family's been incredible.
They've been around constantly.
I actually feel bad for,
you know, benefitting from their punishment.
Oh, I know what you mean.
I mean, our trajectories are going in opposite directions.
Clay'd be proud of you.
And he would also tell you
to not feel guilty about Bravo's issues.
[door opens]
- Hey. - SONNY: Print those invites,
'cause the Spenser-Quinn wedding is on.
- [Stella gasps] - SONNY: Ain't that right?
STELLA: Oh...
Oh. Oh.
Since when did you get back in town?
Since the initiative I was working on got approved.
Ah, you are looking at DEVGRU's
new liaison officer to SOCOM,
- or something like that. - Mm-hmm.
Well, I'm glad to see that, uh,
one of us is still useful.
I'm glad to see you haven't spent your shore duty
waking up in strip clubs.
- Ah. - It takes a village.
Ladies, not in front of Leanne.
You know, this is my first time meeting her.
- How is that possible? - Our relationship
has got more pains than an old window.
Doesn't it? It sure does.
You want to say hi to your Auntie Lisa?
- Say hi. Say hi. - Hello.
- Oh. That was good. - Oh. [laughs]
That's your aunt Lisa Davis right there.
Hello. Oh, aren't you just the cutest?
Oh, hi. Hi, hi.
- I probably better get to work. - Okay.
[imitates flying noises]
We're flying. [speaks gibberish]
That's it? You're going?
DAVIS: Yeah, yeah. Gotta go.
Thank you so much for coming.
Hey, hey. Want to give her to me?
- Yeah, here you go. - Come here.
Come, come, come, come.
You wanna go play? [gasps] Wanna go play?
Thank you.
I will talk to you later.
Or not.
- [door closes] - Bye.
[sighs] So, were you able to manage with those two?
Oh. Oh, yeah. Are you kidding me?
Yeah, they were so cute.
Man, I think I even caught them holding hands.
- STELLA: Oh. - Yeah.
What's that?
I'm just restocking your essentials,
and once I get these unloaded,
I'm gonna take a gander at that janky toilet of yours.
Just go spend time with Leanne, please.
You're too good to us.
Are you kidding me?
The silver lining has been,
the past couple months,
you know, getting to come here.
I mean, Davis is right.
You know, shore duty,
you know, I could've been eating sorrow by the spoonful.
While we're on the subject, um,
do you remember Ben,
the vet that Clay
was trying to help when...
Yeah.
[seabirds chirping]
Beer always tastes better after mission success.
Oh, there's no chance
we'd move all that stuff in without your help, sir.
To be fair, Brad,
I think I did most of the heavy lifting.
Actually, I think my credit card did.
You didn't need to treat us to so much new stuff,
especially when you're already helping out with the wedding.
But if spoiling us is your new purpose, I'm here for it.
Hell of a lot better than kicking in doors,
I'll tell you that.
Cheers.
Brad, if you're too afraid to drink in front of our dad,
how're you gonna smoke some dirtbag downrange?
Jesus, Mikey.
Nobody wants to think about that, all right?
What? Killing's a big part of the job.
I mean, what's so wrong with that?
Stop. Enough.
Look, Brad, you know, my firstborn,
you know, moving in with you out of wedlock,
you got bigger issues to worry about.
So drink up, kid.
- [bottles clink] - You're all right.
MIKEY: I'm gonna get in some body surfing
before we head to the airport.
Eh, you know what? I trust him more on ice
than I do in the water. Can you hold this for me?
- Yeah. - I'll be his swim buddy.
Gonna miss you guys.
I'll come back and see you in a few weeks.
You seem to have a lot of vacation time
for a guy in DEVGRU jail.
Well, you know, I wouldn't actually say that
I got permission, but, you know,
I'd go AWOL for you any time. You know that.
Thanks for being so supportive.
I just want you to be happy.
Like you and Mom were here.
Before everything got...
I do worry what being a SEAL will do to Brad.
To us. All the violence,
the loss...
It'll be different. Better.
The job's changing,
op tempo with it.
If you've conquered all the demons
war made you endure, then Brad can, too.
[seabirds squawking]
While we've been focused on
chasing down extremism around the globe,
China, Iran and Russia
have quietly accumulated substantial
hard and soft power through
military, economic, and technological growth.
If we don't want to cede the second half of this century
to our adversaries,
we need to evolve from counterinsurgency ops
to full-spectrum warfare.
ERIC: As we adapt to this
integrated deterrence strategy,
Lieutenant Davis
will lead a group of officers to
identify operations of value
with external partners.
Thank you, Captain Walch and Admiral Rivas.
Our adversaries no longer attack
with only bullets and bombs.
Their arsenal has expanded to include weapons
such as social media propaganda, drug trafficking
and election meddling in an attempt to
dethrone the United States as the world's leading superpower.
This is why it is vital that we shift
special operations' focus from the War on Terror
to great power competition.
I'm excited to roll up my sleeves with all of you.
The ball is in your hands, Lieutenant.
Don't drop it.
ERIC: Am I allowed a word or
you only bumping elbows with admirals now?
Well, you still outrank me, sir.
Well, from packing parachutes to a seat at the big table.
It's quite an ascent, Lieutenant Davis.
You've rightfully caught Admiral Rivas's eye.
Well, wouldn't hurt for you to put in
some face time with him, too.
Oh, no, I'm staying off the admiral's radar
after Jason left him at the Navy Cross altar.
I was hoping that'd be water under the bridge by now.
No, Bravo 1 unleashed a tidal wave
that still needs cleaning up.
These bozos aren't helping either. Excuse me.
[clears throat]
[groans] Christ.
Petty Officer Quinn, you mind telling me
what you're doing with a bag of dog feces?
Well, sir, uh,
I guess, um,
I'm just, uh,
a "bring your work home with you" type of guy.
Sir.
This have anything to do with the Saran Wrapping
of Command's commodes,
or the "I'm the problem, it's me" bumper sticker
placed on Captain Walch's vehicle?
Oh, we wouldn't know anything about that, sir.
ERIC: No?
Your shore duty was meant to de-escalate this situation,
but these childish pranks,
they could put your tridents at risk.
Our tridents are already inert
- thanks to this bullshit. - Yeah.
You have something to add, Petty Officer Sawyer?
I said, uh, thanks to Command,
our, uh, tridents are useless. Sir.
Idiots.
Flush with cash and Command still won't spare a dime
for operator health.
And as Blackburn's lackey, all I can do is
sit back and watch them continue to ignore our problems.
Yeah, well, I'll tell you what, probably would've
been a bigger impact if I'd
just shoved the Navy Cross up Rivas's ass.
You're not regretting calling Command out, are you?
No, it had to be done, Ray.
Just... just pissed off
that you guys are all in jail with me, that's all.
I'm sure you weren't expecting to
spend your last, what, few months
as a frogman pushing papers.
[chuckles] It's not exactly
going out in a blaze of glory, Jason Hayes.
What, are you having second thoughts?
No. No.
Seeing Command drag their feet on the TBI and the PTS fronts
only proves I can do more good by putting my rifle down.
Tell you what, that Spenser House
is definitely a good offramp for you.
Hmm. If more veterans had an offramp when they got out,
there wouldn't be a need for places like Spenser House.
DEVGRU is definitely gonna do their part to
make sure you stay in business forever.
Yeah.
- Fuck Command. - Fuck Command.
Come on, Karlson.
We got next.
Wouldn't be the first time that
Bravo's had to wait on Charlie.
[phones chime]
You can have it now.
Unlike Bravo, Charlie's got work to do.
Where in the hell is Trent and Brock-olini?
Well, maybe they're tired of doing the same thing
every single night.
You think Command might've stripped their birds?
Blackburn seemed pretty pissed.
No, they're not firing anybody.
The optics would be terrible
and we're more dangerous to Command
outside the Navy than in.
Yeah. Well,
Operation Utterfuckery continues.
[chuckles] Makes you think, though.
If we did get fired, the hell would we do?
Well, operating is the greatest job in the world.
- Yeah. - But I do happen to have
another gig in my back pocket.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
[clears throat]
Congressman.
- Congressman? [scoffs] - Yeah.
No chance.
How the hell are you gonna get elected?
By a landslide, that's how I'm gonna get elected.
Picture my campaign commercial,
trident, little Texas twang, and a 40 mike-mike.
You can say hello
to the distinguished gentleman from time to fucking shine.
[grunts]
Oh, my! That was a bull's-eye.
- [laughs] - That was a bull's-eye.
- Holy shit. Yup. - [laughs]
You are the most electable person I know.
Yeah. Well, I am only
leaving this job feet first.
[chuckles]
[indistinct chatter]
SONNY: Uh,
- hold that thought. - Oh.
All right.
Allow me to buy you a drink and toast your latest promotion.
Well, the way Command's down on Bravo,
you might want to save your money.
[chuckles]: Yeah. That's true.
So, I guess you're buying. [mutters]
I'm pretty sure we agreed to keep a low profile,
given the possible investigation
into Colonel Decker getting punched.
We did, and that made sense three months ago,
but I haven't got any wind of an investigation. Did you?
Military's not exactly known for their efficiency.
Well, General Douchenugget, he got his star,
and everybody moved on.
[whispers]: I'm in the clear.
Well, your time away from the battlefield
has made you an optimist.
Time away from the battlefield has made me bored,
especially since
Hannah has taken Leanne back to Texas.
Life is definitely more exciting with you in it.
Look, this isn't easy for me, either,
but we still need to be careful.
Aye-aye, Lieutenant.
[chuckles]
- Starting tomorrow. - Mm.
- Bourbon? - Bourbon.
What, so you just bailed on your shore duty to go to Coronado?
That's right. Command's taken priority over my family
- for too long. - Yeah, well, the funny thing is,
is it took Command punishing us
for Bravo to actually start becoming a problem.
JASON: Adapt and overcome, that's what we do.
- Fuck it. - Yeah, buddy.
Oh, aren't you a sight for sore eyes.
- Hi, Davis. - Hello. - Hi.
So, how's life, uh, climbing Command's ladder?
Well, you know,
I figured I'd come down a few rungs,
slum it with my old family.
[laughter]
I just wish our whole family was here.
Yeah, well, you know what?
To all our fallen brothers, right?
- [bottles clinking] - [Jason clears throat]
So, uh, Ben pled to, uh, felony vandalism.
Sentencing's next week, and
Stella is gonna show up and speak on his behalf,
ask for leniency, and, uh,
she asked, she asked if I would go with her.
♪ I came back to you to say goodbye...♪
What're you gonna do?
Well, I know Ben didn't pull the trigger.
You know? Hell, I just...
I just miss my best friend.
OMAR: Look, you're carrying enough
on those shoulders supporting Stella.
There might not be room for Ben.
Our fight is with Command anyway.
A fight we're losing.
Yeah, all the other teams are rolling out
while we sit here and rot.
TRENT: Got my bird to make an impact,
and Command's stripped us of purpose.
- Give it time, brother. - Yeah, look, maybe taking a break
from Operation Utterfuckery will be good for us.
My days of going rogue are over.
Blackburn reassigned me to LOGSU for a month.
OMAR: Logistical support? Shit.
You are definitely inert now.
RAY: Oh, Blackburn's just trying to make an example out of you, man.
Keep the rest of us in line.
SONNY: We stood up for what's right,
and Command just keeps pushing us down.
♪ ♪
Master Chief Hayes, come back tomorrow and knock when you do.
I think you should be grateful
I didn't kick the fucking door down.
As you can see, I'm engaged with Captain Walch.
You're fine, Hayes.
I always enjoy sightings of Command's crustiest bullfrog,
though they've become increasingly rare.
ERIC: Didn't realize you were back from your unauthorized leave.
Yeah, well, I just had to run back to make sure
you're still doing nothing on the whole TBI front.
Commander Blackburn had a proposal
for warfighter brain health waiting on my desk
when I started last month, actually,
but that public temper tantrum you threw
didn't win you many hearts and minds, Master Chief.
Yeah, I'm aware of that.
I would just like to know why my teammates
are suffering for my actions?
You know, they'd do themselves a favor
by taking their medicine quietly.
JASON: You got to be kidding me.
You're taking away the one thing
that these guys love to do.
How do you expect them to act?
Admiral Rivas is crawling up my ass over this new initiative.
How do you think he'd feel if I returned the man
who embarrassed him back to operating?
Right. [grunts]
Consequences matter, Master Chief.
Yeah, you're right. Consequences do matter.
How about this?
You put Bravo back in the field
and you can have my trident.
- [door opens] - [sighs]
- [clears throat] - [door closes]
- You're late. - Yeah. I know I'm late, Ray.
RAY: Come on, man, we gonna work off those Coronado tacos
I know you slayed.
Just give me a second, okay?
What, you got to put on some more muscle mass
to carry Blackburn's briefcase?
RAY: Uh, look, man, shore duty and retirement
are no excuses for slacking off.
All right, it's a slippery slope to a dad bod, brother.
I'm sure Naima appreciates the effort.
Command told us to pick up the dog poop,
but they never told us what to do with it after.
Oh, don't tell me...
Oh, Brock and I kept him from carpet-bombing
the officers' parking lot.
What, are you fucking 12, Sonny?
I am young at heart, okay?
Besides, you always taught me
you miss 100% of the shots that you don't take.
- [laughs] - [phones ringing, buzzing]
BROCK: Could be Command dropping the hammer.
Or maybe our campaign of chaos worked.
What, you think we're off double-secret probation?
Maybe Command's finally making a move on TBI.
What do you think, J?
Oh, yeah, I think that, uh,
think your shore duty is over.
For all of us, Jace.
All right.
- All right. - All right.
Hey.
Walch gonna take my deal?
We're waiting for one more.
Well, we've been sitting on our asses for months.
What's a few more minutes?
- [door closes] - ERIC: Not sure you all have met.
Drew Franklin,
Jason Hayes, Ray Perry, Omar Hamza,
Sonny Quinn, Brock Reynolds.
Hey, who the hell is this guy?
Drew Franklin.
Thought he was an urban legend.
The phony hero of Tier One tall tales.
[laughs]
Maybe those tales just seem tall because of your, uh...
stature.
[chuckling]
[Jason laughs]
I thought you washed out.
More like he drowned himself.
I heard, though, that, uh,
self-sabotage makes him weak in the knees.
[laughter]
That's tough talk coming from a team
that Thelma & Louised themselves.
Oh... We stood up for the brotherhood, yeah.
How's that working out for you?
Why am I here, sir?
You're all here for an assignment.
Foreign internal development.
Oh...
OMAR: We're getting pulled off the bench
to train tomorrow's enemies today?
Only if Sweden turns on us in the future.
Starting tomorrow,
you all will be spending the next month
working with Swedish SOG.
Who the hell are these
neutral yodelers fixing to fight anyway?
- Our purgatory continues. - Yeah.
OMAR: [scoffs] Only thing worse than sitting on the sidelines
on shore duty is sitting on the sidelines away from home.
Well, maybe this is Command's way
of getting us back in the game.
Yeah, getting lumped in with Drew Franklin
means we're still a bunch of misfit toys around here.
OMAR: He's the dude who got clipped
for cheating on a sniper contest, right?
Yeah, and he never lost his trident.
He won, like, $50 million playing a poker tournament.
He just pays the brass to keep him around.
BROCK: Oh, wait, is he that
silver spoon from that blood diamond family?
Yes. Making him the, uh, happy sock
that got busted drunk-driving a Humvee.
Yeah, his senator daddy, he makes sure
he only does cushy embeds
with partner forces and nonstop PRODEVs.
Can't trust a team guy with no team.
Any chance we're catastrophizing, boss,
and this FID isn't a middle finger from Command?
Look, Blackburn tells us we're, uh, confined to base over there.
Stay in the barracks, no vehicles, no liberty.
[sighs] Definitely a "fuck you" from above.
Sweep us under the rug,
get back to business as usual.
So we fight it?
Look, I fired my best shot, boys.
A month in Sweden's not gonna kill us.
All right, look, Mandy's gonna be looking into
all those wedding venues that you have on your list
when she gets back.
I got to tell you right now,
a lot of them are filling up fast.
You remembered to add that spot
in Chesapeake Bay we spoke about?
Look, I told you, I've been keeping my brain sharp.
Which is why I know that Mikey has a tournament
a week after I get back in Detroit.
Which means you have to come meet us there, so we can
chirp, you know, his opponents when he lights the lamp.
Sounds fun.
I'll look into flights and hockey terminology.
Yeah. All right, I love you.
I love you, too. Be safe.
What are you looking at, man?
What? No.
Calm in the calm and playing wedding planner
is a new look for Bravo 1.
All inmates are the same here.
There's no Bravo 1 on FID.
You say it like you don't mind.
Are you telling me you wish you were jumping out
of the back of that plane into the fire?
Uh...
you know, it's funny.
This close to my 20,
the first time I can remember leaving home
more focused on what comes after the op.
Months of being stood down has given me
an idea of what life is like
without operating. Man,
I might not have an offramp like you,
but I got to tell you,
- [Pepper barking] - I now see the possibilities.
SONNY: Keep that four-legged Judas
away from me there, Brock-a-doodle-do.
Well, maybe we don't let them know
- that we don't hate this low-risk op. - Yeah, nice.
I never realized how much Trent played buffer between these two.
This is gonna be a long month.
SONNY: Drew Franklin.
The man, the myth, the left-handed hammer.
You should put that on a T-shirt.
Then, uh, get one that fits.
[laughs]
Drew or Franklin?
Drew.
We're first names here, too.
Actually, Pepper's first name is Aliz.
Brockroach, seriously, dude.
Please, I swear to Baby Jesus, can you just stop?
RAY: Sonny has a temper.
And he snores like a Mark 48.
Something to think about when you're choosing
your bunk, you know?
We don't have to do a full meet and greet.
I'm just here to serve my time.
Not looking to make friends.
You know, I put on the charm offensive when I joined
this group, I got met with cold shoulders
and jagged elbows.
This approach?
[laughs] Don't say I didn't warn you.
Hey, Drew?
Drew!
Look, I know you're not part of Bravo,
but it's just gonna make things a hell of a lot easier
for everyone if you know how we roll.
Well, I don't know what you see on this plane,
but I see a bunch of problem kids
Command is putting on a shelf.
And I hate to break what months of shore duty
should've made clear.
But there is no Bravo Team anymore.
Show me your hands!
¿Dónde está la biblioteca?
- Get on the ground! - Show us your hands!
- [overlapping shouting] - [Sonny speaking Spanish]
And that is what's known as getting sucked into the room.
See, you were so focused
on his problem that you failed to clear your corner.
Happens to seasoned operators, too.
It is why we drill it.
When do we teach them one-man room entry?
That's not a thing.
Are you telling me you never cleared a room by yourself, Tex?
RAY: Brief is to teach standard practice.
One-man clearing is non-standard.
- Let's run it again. - Okay.
RAY: Yeah.
[door opens]
Attack dogs enhance operability in countless ways.
For starters, dogs can exploit entry points
human operators can't access or fit into.
Lundgren, make entry there.
- I can't. - Exactly.
Pepper, climb.
Dogs can also distract the enemy,
leaving them vulnerable. Lundgren, Andersson,
- set up as OPFOR. - Yep.
- Get him! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
[guns clicking]
Pepper, move!
Here!
[chuckles]
All that time downrange,
you guys are lucky.
Yeah, lucky's not the first word
that comes to mind when you're about to kick a door
and you don't know what's on the other side.
Fair, but how can we evolve
if we only practice?
I was once like you, kid.
Dying to get in the fight.
I evolved.
So did the enemy.
So did the violence.
Not only the violence I endured.
But the violence I inflicted.
[whistling]
Come on, Brock, whenever you get a chance here.
Whoa, where'd you get those? We're not allowed off base.
I gave Lundgren cash, asked him to grab something
a ten-year-old would like, but, uh,
do these seem a little adult?
Seems a little not English.
Wow, does your boy, uh, he speak Swedish Chef?
JASON: Come on, boys, let's stop gabbing
and put the Playgirl away and, uh,
Brock's dealt you in there, come on.
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
Whoa, is that local cash?
Sit down, let us take it off your hands.
I think I'll save it.
Got a guy in Delaware who gives me a bonus on the exchange rate.
Come on, what's a member of the Billionaire Boys Club
need pocket change for?
You heard that one about me
being a trust fund kid?
Well, that's not a denial.
So I guess it's true.
How do you know when a SEAL's telling the truth?
Only 90% of what he says is bullshit.
[soft laughter]
Tell me you're not raising on a weak flush draw?
- Wow. [laughs] - Oh, he just...
Well, he's gone. See, that makes one less.
- SONNY: You're out. - See ya, buddy.
So, uh, am I the only one curious
how Drew got his hands on Swedish cash?
The SOG guys wanted to learn some of the non-standard stuff
we're not teaching.
Told them I'd share my wisdom
for a price.
Well, that guy got ripped off.
I'm more concerned with Drew selling secrets.
Well, not to worry.
I passed off Stallone's classic moves as my own.
- Rambo? - All five.
You scammed them?
This guy's bullshit's gonna get us in trouble, Jace.
More trouble.
Oh, as opposed to the upper-decker you took
in Walch's private john?
You got to give the kid some credit, man.
For thinking outside the box while we're cooped up in here.
That is some old-school team shit.
I will say that krona that he has on him,
that could, uh, finance a little field trip
into town for us, right?
- I like that. I like that. - Okay.
- SONNY: All right, now we're talking. - DREW: Is Bravo's losing streak
so long you forgot to the victor go the spoils?
You been outside of Command so long you've forgotten
who I am and what the fuck I can do to you?
You have two choices.
Either return the cash to the Swedes,
or donate it to your fellow frogmen.
There we go.
Well, when you put it like that.
[clears throat]
Took a joyride off base yesterday.
I may know a spot with an early-bird special
for you blue hairs.
- [laughter] - Wow.
- [Sonny laughing] - All right, okay.
Might as well deal me in.
All right, Magic Mike, put your money on the table.
[laughing]: Magic Mike.
- [laughter] - Let's see what you got.
[sniffles]
I know adopting SOCOM's Integrated Deterrence strategy
may cause some growing pains here,
so to ease us in, I've prepared briefing memos
on potential operations with external partners.
I'd like each of you to review one of these briefs,
and then we can reconvene tomorrow
to discuss how they align
with SOCOM's objectives and DEVGRU's tactics.
If you've already done all the work,
why do we have to review it?
Are you, uh, second-guessing yourself?
Not at all, Lieutenant Commander Kirkpatrick.
My expertise in intel and logistics
offers one perspective on these packages.
Fresh eyes from the former operators in this room
ensures that we're examining our options from all angles.
Australian SAS.
ATF.
DEA.
World Health Organization.
Tier One assets are meant to be independent,
and you want to yoke us to outsider oversight.
Dick Marcinko must be rolling over in his grave.
You, uh,
you even know who that is?
You want to explain to me
what this is again?
Smoörgaåstarta.
Smoked salmon, eggs, radishes, cucumbers.
That's the worst cake recipe I've ever heard.
It's a sandwich.
With an identity crisis.
Hey, after this, what do you say
we go shopping? I need to pick up a classy Swedish timepiece.
Need an heirloom for Leanne.
You know, got to one up, uh,
Hannah's new gentleman caller.
Swedish timepieces, huh?
You're thinking
of the Swiss, Carmen Sonny-diego.
[laughing]: This guy. Hold the phone here, okay?
Seriously, I mean,
you can fleece the Swedes all you want, but do not take
my nickname bit there,
Seaman Timmy.
[chuckles]
There's something the Swedes are famous for,
is their women's ski team.
I think I'll, uh, I'll go look for them.
Oh, okay, look at that.
You play one hand of poker and you quit
and now you're bailing on us again.
- Relax, Sonny, have some cake. - No, Jace, I'm relaxed, man.
- Eat the cake. - I am, but if you want
to boss somebody around, why don't you, uh...
tell him to quit it with this independent study bullshit.
No, he can't "boss" me because he's not my boss.
He's Bravo 1, and he outranks all of us.
- Ah, this isn't an op. - JASON: Relax, dude.
It's detention.
You know, your attitude sucks.
Mm, here's a...
here's a rumor I can verify.
- What's that? - You're a Texas-sized douche.
[explosion]
[people shouting, clamoring]
[people coughing]
What the hell was that?
- [alarm blaring] - This way. Move.
[shouting, clamoring]
- Looks like a bomb went off. - DREW: Odds are low of a terrorist attack
- in Sweden. - OMAR: No, got to be a gas line explosion.
- Follow-on fires. - RAY: Whatever it is, people are injured.
We can help them till the emergency crews arrive.
SONNY: We're not supposed to be off base.
Expose ourselves, there'll be a lot worse when we get back home.
Yeah, well, fuck that, all right? Command's bullshit's
no reason for us to stay on the sidelines.
Ray, take Drew and Omar, set up a CCP over there. Rest of you?
On me, search for the wounded.
Come on, move.
Help him out.
- [clamoring] - It's okay.
- All right, easy, easy. - [coughs]
Head over in that direction, ma'am.
- [barking] - It's okay.
It's all right. Come on. Cover your mouths.
Help is on the way.
Get over in that area right there.
[clamoring continues]
I'm seeing severe burns, lacerations,
couple of fractures.
Gonna be hard to treat until medics get here.
We don't have much gear.
Ma'am, can you speak English?
Is there anything in your bag we can use as medical supplies?
First aid kit.
DREW: There's some tampons.
I'm not sure we got enough supplies
to treat all the wounds we're seeing.
At least I can start closing up some of these lacerations.
DREW: Whatever hooch is in here
is strong enough to help clean wounds.
That's good thinking. Glad to see you're calm in the chaos.
Was that in doubt?
You don't exactly present as a team guy.
Hey, looks like we're getting closer to the origin.
I spent enough time in the sandbox
to know a car bomb when I see one. [exclaims]
[automatic gunfire]
SONNY: Fuck.
That's AK fire.
We got active shooters in the mall.
This is a coordinated attack.
Fuck, and we got no weapons between us to take 'em out.
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