Previously on SEAL Team...
My integrated deterrence partnership has been approved.
You ready for your new role at DEVGRU?
I won't let you down, sir.
Do you remember Ben,
the vet that Clay was trying to help?
Ben pled to, uh, felony vandalism.
Stella is gonna show up and ask for leniency.
She asked if I would go with her.
The job's changing,
op tempo with it.
If you've conquered all the demons
war made you endure, then Brad can, too.
That public temper tantrum that you threw
didn't win you many hearts and minds.
I would just like to know why my teammates
are suffering for my actions.
OMAR: 15 years as an exemplary SEAL,
and I end up in Command's doghouse.
- ERIC: Not sure you all have met. - SONNY: Drew Franklin.
- Thought he was an urban legend. - ERIC: You're all here for an assignment.
You all will be spending the next month
working with Swedish SOG.
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. - [explosion]
[all groaning]
JASON: We got active shooters in the mall.
SONNY: This is a coordinated attack.
We got no weapons between us to take 'em out.
[people screaming]
[distant gunfire]
Shitbirds inside are using civilians for target practice.
Bombs and shooters?
This is more than a lone wolf attack.
So who's doing it?
- Feels like Mumbai or Beslan. - OMAR: All that matters is,
whoever they are, they get put down hard.
- Where's a SAW when you need one? - JASON: All right, look.
Being unarmed, that doesn't make us helpless.
Ray, Omar, stay here, triage the wounded.
- We'll do what we can, boss. - All right, Brock,
Sonny, Drew, with me inside the mall.
We're gonna help whoever we can however we can, got it?
First responders are gonna need intel when they arrive.
Save 'em some time if you can get the shooters'
- numbers and locations. - JASON: All right, look.
Without comms, we use cell phones to communicate.
You better AirDrop those Bat Phone digits there,
Drewce Wayne.
- [woman screams] - [Drew scoffs]
- [distant gunshots] - [phone chimes] - Okay.
Got it. You solid?
- Let's move. - Jace.
You sure you don't want me or Omar inside instead of Drew?
Guy's a total wild card.
That's exactly why I want him on my hip,
so I can manage him, all right?
Roger that.
- [alarm blaring] - [distant gunfire]
[indistinct shouting, clamoring]
JASON: Move. Get to your right.
I've got an unknown over here.
Sonny, Brock, bump up.
See if you can get eyes on the shooter.
Okay, easy. Help him out.
[lightly slapping]
Come on.
- Anything? - The lights are on
but nobody's answering.
- Should we exfil him? - Nah, the people deeper inside
the mall are more in danger.
Let's try and get him up. Go easy.
[distant gunfire continues]
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Over here.
Help us out with this guy.
We got to get him out now.
Easy on his leg. All right?
Go to your right. Okay, move, move.
[man groans]
[distant gunshots]
[siren wailing]
Sounds like the good guys with guns are coming.
It's about fucking time.
Sonny?
I got eyes on three of these assholes.
They got AKs, chest rigs and sidearms.
Is that all of them?
Think there's a fourth. Haven't seen him yet,
but I can definitely hear his gun.
It's carnage, Jace.
We just got to keep doing what we're doing till the cops
storm this fucking place with guns a-blazing.
[man speaking indistinctly]
- [gunshots] - [people screaming]
SONNY: Get down!
[gunshots continues]
Get down!
Folks are Swedish fish in a barrel.
We can't just watch them get mowed down.
It's a good thing this guy can't hit
- two targets at the same time. - SONNY: Playing decoy
without our kit ain't a good idea, Jace.
- [gunshots] - [bystanders gasping]
I've got this, old-timers.
Easy, all right?
Save that speed for the civilians.
When I move, you move.
[alarm continues blaring]
[gunshots]
Come on!
SONNY: Go, go, go!
- [gunshots] - [clamoring]
SONNY: Down the stairs, let's go.
[man speaks Swedish]
[distant gunshots]
Copy that, 1.
- I'll relay that info. - [siren wailing]
Hey.
I'm going to give the police an intel dump from Jason.
- You good? - Solid. Go.
- All right. - All right, let's see here.
[whimpers]
[Naseeka speaking Arabic]
Oh, oh...
Uh...
[crying]
[screams]
[screaming, crying]
Oh, oh. I'm an American, I'm here to help.
What are you doing here?
I'm U.S. military, here on a training exercise.
Four of my teammates are inside helping to evacuate people.
When are you moving in?
Ambulance and paramedics are on their way.
What about the shooters?
You need to assault. People are dying.
[distant gunfire]
JASON: Talk to me, Ray.
Yeah, the police are here, but they're holding
for their tactical team to show up.
Fuck SWAT. Fucking clown show.
Yeah.
Nobody's moving in?
Waiting for the goddamn tactical team.
That could take hours.
You remember Nairobi?
- [gunfire] - [screaming]
These people don't got time, Jace.
Yeah, we're the only motherfuckers here
who can do anything.
Time to go on the offensive.
♪
Four guys with AKs against four guys with cell phones
isn't a fair fight, almighty Bravo or not.
Nancy Drew already solved this case.
Our arsenal is as thin as a fiddle string.
My grandninny always taught me not
to dig up more snakes than I could kill.
Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.
One step at a time.
- Yeah, what's step one? - Get a gun.
[distant screaming]
What have you got?
Broken femur. Makeshift splint isn't much help.
We need to stabilize it.
The ambulance should be here soon.
It's got to be her femoral artery.
[groans]
Broken bone must've cut it.
[both crying]
- [crunches] - [Naseeka screams]
All right, look, we need
to rig up a pressure dressing to buy us some time.
Samara...
[Naseeka screams]
Hey, look, grab me that baby bottle.
[Naseeka crying]
Thinking the lid
- will make a plug for the artery? - I'm gonna try.
- It won't hold long. - [Samara coughing]
[wheezing breaths]
What, are you worried about her lungs?
Blast wave injuries are tricky
without that X-ray vision.
- [blood squirts] - [Naseeka groans]
Oh, God, this isn't working.
- [Naseeka crying] - Hey.
Let me, uh...
let me see if the cops
have a trauma kit with a proper tourniquet, okay?
All right, but what about the girl? She okay?
- [Samara coughing] - Keep an eye on her.
[Naseeka sobbing]
[distant gunfire]
[alarm continues blaring]
- [gunshots] - [screaming]
Looks like we found our rifle, boys.
We're getting sucked into the room.
Brock, how long will it take for Pepper
to get on the bite from here?
- [gunshots] - [woman crying]
[screams]
About five seconds or so.
About three fewer seconds
than it takes to reload an AK.
As soon as he goes dry, you send him.
We're gonna need to be on him fast.
SONNY: Follow the dog.
- Dead nuts sprint. - Fuck yeah.
[gun dry fires]
Pepper... [shouts command]
[shouting]
50 grand of dog training finally pays off, right?
I got dibs on the big gun.
Jackpot. Now we can finally get in these psychos' game plan.
Yeah, if only any of us spoke Swedish.
Hey.
Over here. Come here.
You speak English?
MAN: Ja.
This is what I want you to do, I want you to head that way,
back to the main entrance. It's all clear there.
Give this to the police. You understand?
Good.
[distant gunfire]
All right, look, we got two teams.
Me and Drew with the Glock,
Sonny, Brock, the AK.
- Got it? - We got three guys that are still vertical.
What's the plan, Jace?
Straight hunter killer.
Put them down and end this.
Straight up. Sonny, head east.
- We got west. Let's roll. - Let's go make that Navy money.
- [gunshots] - [screaming]
[wailing]
[Samara breathing heavily]
[distant gunfire]
NASEEKA: Samara?
Samara!
Help her, please.
Please! Please...
If the plug comes out of your leg,
you'll die.
You're too weak to hold it.
[speaks Arabic]
If she dies, I have no reason to live.
Please, I can manage.
If you save her, you'll have saved me, too.
[sobbing]: Please. Please!
[Naseeka groans]
[weeping]
All right, just-just, just keep holding tight.
[Naseeka speaks Arabic]
All right, I'm gonna relieve the pressure
that's built up in her chest cavity.
[Naseeka sobbing]
[screaming]
- [gunshots] - [people screaming] - [Pepper barking]
[gunmen speaking indistinctly]
Let's move.
What's Swedish for Mexican standoff?
[gunfire]
Sure could use that rifle right now.
[fires]
Can Pepper fetch as good as she takes a shit?
BROCK: Not a chance.
Right, left. Right, right, right, left.
Hey.
- Please... - Where you hurt?
My leg. They shot me.
That's a lot of blood.
We'll need to get him back to the CCP.
I can't leave.
I sent my children inside that store to hide.
Slow down, all right? You're no good to 'em out here like this,
you understand me?
I promise I'll get your kids
back to you safe.
- Here. - No, no, no, you take it.
There could be more enemy back there where we cleared before.
You understand? Plus he's gonna slow you down.
Let's get him up.
- Okay. - Got it?
- [grunts] - Got him?
- Hey, keep your head on a swivel. - I got you.
I got two mags left.
Nothing's gonna change unless something changes.
Then we got to flank him.
That's gonna be awful hard with one weapon.
He's got to think he's being flanked on both sides, okay?
- Here, take this. - Okay.
SONNY: Time to shine, Pepper. Let's go, baby.
Set. Set, set.
[gunfire]
Pepper! [commands]
[growls]
[gunfire]
[panting]
That's three down.
Make sure you grab his rifle.
[panting]
How do you not have one single trauma kit?
You got a woman fighting for her life over there.
[man speaking Swedish over radio]
Look, if you won't do something for the people inside,
at least do something for the people out here.
What?
What is it?
[phone buzzes]
Go.
That radio you grabbed was a gold mine.
Police just told me there's a third enemy element operating.
Third element? What are you fucking talking about, Ray?
We just took out three shooters.
RAY: It's mobile, Jason.
Suicide bomber headed straight for the CCP.
They're targeting all the people we saved.
All right, get Sonny and Brock back to the CCP.
It's obvious that we're the only ones who know how to deal
with a vehicle-borne IED.
Okay, what about you?
JASON: Look, I got kids in here
and at least one more shooter. Move.
Copy.
- [both gasp] - Whoa, easy.
Easy. I'm your friend, I'm here to help you.
I'm gonna get you back to your dad.
Stand up, come on.
We're gonna get out of here. Everything's okay.
[man speaking Swedish over radio]
[shushes] Okay...
Get in there.
[grunting]
[man speaking Swedish over radio]
[door opens]
[gunman speaks Swedish]
[man groaning]
- Get down! Get down! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
- whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... - Blue, blue, blue!
RAY: No, no, no.
These are my friends.
Struck out on the trauma kit.
Doesn't matter.
When Samara wakes up, her whole world's gonna turn upside down.
Hey.
I need you to get yourself back in the game, okay?
I'm solid.
What's going on?
We got a VBIED headed straight for us right now.
How far out?
RAY: They're trying to locate its position
listening in to their comms, but let's assume close.
All these people are hurt bad.
I mean, anyone still at the CCP is nonambulatory.
And we don't have time to move them.
All right, on us to hold the line then.
Well, I ain't ever been that good at math,
but my calculation's we're one gun short.
I write traffic tickets.
Appreciate the trust.
All right.
RAY: Well, some of us haven't fired a shot that counts since Mosul.
Get ready to knock that rust off.
Hey, Drew.
We could use a hand.
I got to get back inside.
Definitely not a team guy.
They're all sitting ducks out here.
So let's put a force field around them.
Come on, let's move.
[phone buzzes]
[grunting]
Not exactly impenetrable.
We got to stack three more cars to be fully shields up.
- All right. - BACKSTROM: Vehicle is inbound!
- Mag check. - [guns cocking]
Make sure you're hot.
[grunting]
Make your shots count!
If we can't stop the car, stop the driver.
Car's gonna make it through.
On me, on me!
Got to move, go, go! A few more feet!
Break off, break off! Break off!
[grunting]
Oh, please tell me that's the last of them.
[grunting]
[panting]
[gurgling]
[Jason panting]
[door opens]
[gunshot]
Fuck. [panting]
It's over.
The assault team's moving in.
[shaky breath]
As my suggestion to individually review
potential joint operations met some resistance yesterday,
I'd like for us to walk through one together,
get a feel for the boxes that Naval Special Warfare
wants checked before signing on as a partner force.
KIRKPATRICK: Box one: is it an appropriate use of Tier One assets,
the most lethal weapons we have against terrorists?
That's a fair question, Lieutenant Commander.
One of many that we need to be asking as SOCOM tries to balance
boots-on-the-ground counterterrorism actions
with state-level adversary deterrence efforts.
All due respect, Lieutenant Davis,
you're the only one in this room who's never actually been
boots on the ground fighting terrorists.
Well, if we're trading battle scars,
I took a rifle butt to the head from Venezuelan Special Police,
but I'd rather stay focused on the task at hand, sir.
The ATF is disrupting arms trafficking in the Caribbean.
Pretty sure Admiral Rivas said we're worried about
Russia, China, Iran.
The transnational criminal organizations
that are trafficking arms in the Caribbean
are disrupting and disabling America's backyard,
- providing those nations with an opportunity to infiltrate... - [door opens]
Sorry to interrupt, but I need our ops officer.
Seems Bravo Team disrupted a terrorist attack.
Terrorist attack? In Sweden?
We don't have all the details yet,
but sounds like authorities there
were completely unprepared for something of this scale.
It's a good thing our door-kickers were there.
A reminder...
of what we do best.
[door opens]
Well, I won't pretend I'm sorry we're heading home early.
That was definitely the worst FID I ever been on.
Issues are usually boredom and bad food,
not a group of murderous ultranationalists.
Is that who they were?
Forgot to ask them before shooting them.
Yeah, the news had a statement claiming responsibility.
"Making a stand for the...
untainted heritage of their motherland."
SONNY: A stand that got them wrecked after losing a five-gun lead?
- Right? - Yeah.
Bravo for the win.
Still feels like we could've done more.
RAY: Hey.
You saved that woman's daughter, man.
You granted her dying wish.
There's nothing more you could've done.
Okay?
Yeah.
Think Command bringing us home means
they're putting us back in the fight?
I mean, come on. What else they gonna do?
After we pulled that off, yeah?
Especially you, Pep.
Hey, Pep, yeah, yeah, right.
Yeah? Well, I'll tell you what, Pep.
Old Yeller-- well, it makes me sadder than spilt bourbon.
[laughs]
Uh, definitely, uh,
all played our parts.
What do you say, Drew?
Yeah?
How'd it feel to be babysat by Bravo 1?
Huh?
Well, actually, it was the other way around,
since you asked.
- The hell you talking about? - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Don't encourage this huckster, Ray.
Just wait till Jace gets in earshot
and slaps his lying mouth.
Well, Tango had the drop on him.
I hit his light switch with one 40-yard shot.
[Sonny laughs]
Oh, that's such bullshit.
There's no way in hell you can make a shot
like that with a pistol.
Well, maybe you can't.
Oh, so the tale about you forging your score
at a sniper contest is one rumor we can cross out?
[chuckles]
No, that happened.
Oh, you ain't cheating,
you ain't trying, boys.
[laughter]
Well, I just got off the phone with Command.
- Yeah? - They gonna plan a parade for us? Shit.
Ah, they think that, uh, we compromised our presence
by running into the fire.
They can't expect us to sit on our hands
- while people are dying around us. - Really don't
know what the fuck they expect from us anymore.
But what I do know is that our shore duty continues.
Hey, guys, look,
remember,
w-we didn't help out back there
to get in Command's good graces, okay?
All right, we did it to save lives.
We did it because it was the right thing to do.
OMAR: Yeah, best we could, anyway.
It's crazy how I was relieved
when the VBIED came in and I had a target.
It's pretty twisted that it takes more of an emotional toll
to help people than... to kill 'em.
Bravo okay? All coming home in one piece?
Yeah, they may be the problem child of DEVGRU,
but Bravo knows how to win.
Well, hope this gets Command back on their side.
Actually, I'd like to get Command on my side.
Are you saying DEVGRU's resistant to change?
Well, they all nodded
when Admiral Rivas explained the strategy.
Didn't make me think I'd get pushback every step of the way.
Yeah, I feel like there's a metaphor
about trying to turn an aircraft carrier that's apt here.
I wish it were just that.
This feels personal.
Like, "You don't have a Trident. Who let you speak?"
Well, there's a good chance you're right.
But if they're not willing to work with you,
what's to stop you from carrying out the assignment yourself?
Rivas gave it to you for a reason.
So you bailed on the VBIED
'cause you were looking out for Jace, huh?
No man left behind's a tenet
even a lone wolf like me believes in.
Maybe you're a team guy after all.
Or maybe I'm just looking to get home
to torch tax dollars on my next Pro Dev trip.
Oh, and anyway, you know you can't be a team guy
if... there is no team, right?
Just take the damn beer, dickface.
Oh, go ahead and drink both of 'em.
It sounds like this might be
the last time Bravo tastes victory.
Oh, God. Okay.
Hey, hey, I don't know what to say.
This guy.
Hey, hold up.
You say something?
Well, I know you... you wanted
to get your little girl one of these.
You take it.
You know, I can't accept a... dime piece
from a... a douchebag.
[chuckles] It's real.
After that shit was over,
I-I swiped it at the mall.
Along with six more.
Just keep it.
So close to home, and you still look like
you're a million miles away.
Yeah. Yeah, I didn't expect to be back
on the crazy train so soon, you know?
[chuckles softly] Tell me about it.
Thought I was cruising into retirement, and, uh,
next thing I know, I'm doing E.R. under fire.
Now, you didn't keep me outside, uh,
'cause I'm at the one-yard line on my retirement, did you?
What? No.
- Classic Bravo 1, if so. - No, no.
No way. It's just...
Just, uh, everything happened so fast,
felt more like my first op than my last.
Part of you wish you had stuck to triage with me,
kept your ass out of the fight?
What's that mean?
I heard you had a close call
Drew sniped you out of.
Not how it went down?
Guy had me dead to rights.
That'll rattle anybody.
Yeah, yeah. That close call spun me out for a minute, I guess.
You'll shake it off.
Nothing you haven't done a hundred times before.
It was such a nice surprise hearing from you.
So, your, um... your new post in Acquisition and Sustainment
includes weekend work in Vah Beach?
This trip is strictly social.
Speaking of new jobs, how's yours?
Let's just say that it's making me nostalgic
for some of our old arguments.
Funny to think we were on opposite sides
of a policy debate and somehow both wrong.
Integrated deterrence feels like the right compromise.
You want to tell my coworkers that?
If they're like me, they're more afraid of you
than you are of them.
But you need a favor, I'm your guy.
Well, thank you. I will keep that in mind.
Actually, one of the reasons I reached out.
I need a favor.
Uh, you remember that file I got you about an ODA tic in Mali?
Yeah.
Army CID's investigating an assault
on the battlespace commander.
- Colonel Decker? - He's a general now.
But, yeah. Apparently, the assailant was looking
for payback for a security failure, so,
CID's looking into all actions he was involved in,
going through with a fine-toothed comb,
see if anybody had a beef with him.
Do you think there's something in that file?
I don't know. The man's served for almost two decades.
Just trying to cover my own ass.
Look, I doubt CID will ask you about a file
you requested through proper channels,
but if they do, you mind
not mentioning that you were dissatisfied with the results
and I cut some red tape for you?
My lips are sealed.
Thank you.
[sighs]
Definitely prefer this reintegration routine
to burritos.
Well, okay, burritos don't apply, okay?
FID was not a mission.
What?! What?
Putting down an extremist attack doesn't qualify as an op?
Well, let's just say that, uh, we got lucky, you know?
- Right place, right time. - Lucky?
Most action you've seen lately was on that trip
through Central Virginia's wine country.
Yeah, and what did I end up with? Beer-of-the-month club.
- [laughs] - Should have just gotten the T-shirt.
So it wasn't rough, then,
getting thrown back in
and having to switch gears so quickly?
Was like riding a bike.
- It was. I'll tell you what. - [sets bottle down]
- Let's get back into... - Mmm.
- ...this reintegration process, shall we? - [laughing]
- Oh! - [laughs]
[Cerberus panting]
Cerby, bed. Go to bed. Bed.
[Cerberus whines]
Saved hundreds of innocent lives, and yet
we are back to doggy day care.
Well, I hate to admit it,
but after that close call with the VBIED...
...a few more weeks of briefcase duty doesn't sound so bad.
You guys up for hitting the Bulkhead?
RAY: Wish I could, but, uh,
[sighs] I should get home.
OMAR: Yeah.
I get the urge to hold your babies
after what we went through.
I've gotten so used to, uh,
what the future with them's gonna be like,
I almost forgot that war likes to have the last word.
You boys have fun.
- Later, Ray. - All right, buddy.
And then there were two... unless
- you want to call Brock? - Yeah.
Nah, you and the Radio City Brockettes
are on your own.
See, I have to, uh, FaceTime Leanne,
make sure that, uh, she ain't calling anybody else Daddy.
- [chuckles] - Then I got to call Stella.
Oh, give her the good news, we got pulled back early,
and you can go support her at Ben's hearing?
Uh, no, there's actually a change of plans.
She had to head back to her folks'
and help her pops recover from knee surgery,
so she ended up just sending his lawyer a letter.
- Well, you're off the hook. - Yeah.
It's probably best that way.
You know, I'd rather eat a bug than see Ben right now.
I thought you didn't blame him?
All I know is, Clay's gone.
You know, between the shore duty
and Drew's doomsaying,
uh, I just feel like
Bravo is slipping in the rearview.
Oh, don't let Drew get in your head.
Even if he was on the level,
you've got to wonder about a team guy
who doesn't want teammates.
Yeah. Clay always said, "We all need teammates."
[laughs] He was right.
Man was not meant to tarry alone.
- What the hell's that mean? - [sighs]
Ah, it's just that, seems like
Clay walked that talk even outside the teams.
Like what he was trying to do for Ben?
[chuckles softly]
[gunshot]
- [screaming] - [gunshot]
[gasping]
What the fuck?
- [Cerberus whines] - Sorry. [sighs]
Are you all right?
It's been months since you had a night terror.
[sighs] No, I'm all right. I'm good. I'm good.
No. No, clearly you're not.
It was just a dream. It was just a bad dream.
[sighs]
I'm good. Just go back to bed, all right?
[sighs]
[groans]
[takes deep breath]
[door opens]
Hope everyone had a good weekend.
[door closes]
Lieutenant Commander Kirkpatrick,
you're back. So this means you've set aside your doubts
about my fitness to lead this initiative
or about the initiative itself.
Or you know how important this is to Admiral Rivas
and don't want to run afoul of him.
Well, you don't rise as quickly as you did
without understanding politics.
Great. So let's talk politics.
I get that you all think we're wasting our time.
But here's the thing--
SOCOM gave us one job to do,
find a joint op with an external partner.
We don't do that,
it makes it that much harder for Captain Walch
to fight for DEVGRU's share of the pie.
I'm not willing to let that happen.
So I'm picking an op, with or without you.
If it matters, I'm a person that shares credit for success
and takes full blame for failure.
[man clearing throat]
♪ ♪
JUDGE: I understand your client would like
to make a statement before I deliver my ruling.
Mr. Gossett,
you may proceed.
[breathing heavily]
Just wanted to say I am...
really sorry for everything that happened that night.
Someone tried to... help me,
save me, really.
[inhales deeply]
Paid the ultimate price for it.
So, whatever the court sees fit...
...I deserve it.
Thank you.
Does anyone else want to speak on Mr. Gossett's behalf?
If there's no further comment,
we'll continue with sentencing.
To the charge of felony vandalism--
SONNY: Your Honor.
My name is Sonny Quinn.
Clay Spenser,
the man Mr. Gossett credits to saving him...
...he was my friend.
May I speak?
You may proceed.
♪ ♪
Clay was the best friend I ever had.
And I can't help but stand here...
...and look at Ben...
...part of me wants to tear him limb from limb.
But Clay, he...
he was a better man than I ever dreamed of being.
And he'd never blame Ben for any of this.
Both Ben and I,
we lost our best teammate that terrible night.
So it is...
...it is on me...
...to be the next man up.
I'm asking the court to...
[shuddering softly]
...to give Ben a second chance
at having a good life.
Because I know in my heart that, uh...
...well, Clay...
he'd think he deserved it.
So I do, too.
♪ ♪
So right back into pushing papers, huh?
Yeah. [laughs]
This is one packet I don't mind pushing.
- It's my retirement docs. - Yeah?
- Making it official right now. - That's hard to believe.
20 years of warfighting fits
all into that one little single folder.
- That's quite a career, brother. - [chuckles]
So you, uh... are you here to, um, deliver the smackdown
- to Command for not reinstating you and Bravo? - [scoffs, chuckles]
I mean, I might stick around to watch you crack some skulls,
rearrange some furniture.
See, man, I knew a little taste of action
would snap you right back into battle mode.
No, I'm not that guy anymore, man.
I'm just here to do my shore duty.
Whatever the brass decides to do with Bravo,
I'm good with it.
Wow.
Jason Hayes giving peace a chance.
[clicks tongue] You know what?
All the work you've put in on yourself...
...I'm proud of you for how far you've come.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
Yeah, man, just being in that courtroom,
I-I don't know what came over me.
I just got up and started talking.
A door-kicking Atticus Finch.
Whatever Batman villain that may be.
Hey, but seeing Ben up there, alone,
not even fighting for himself,
yeah, I knew Clay wouldn't want that.
You did good.
Clay was there with you, spurring you on.
Yeah. [chuckling]
[door opens]
Ah, from a pat on the back chased by a pain in my ass.
You invite this guy?
No.
But after what we went through together,
- he can pull up a seat. - I doubt he will.
That grifter's probably here to scam drunks or...
steal quarters from the phone booth.
Drew.
Yo, grab a glass.
It's Brock's tab.
There it is.
That's why you keep him around.
Nobody talks about Brock like that.
Well, except us.
Why don't you pull up a chair, big guy,
- take a load off. - I'm good.
Don't want to interrupt Throuples Night.
[Sonny laughs]
A SEAL that hates SEALs telling jokes
that hate laughter.
That's awesome. Awesome.
You enjoy yourselves, boys.
Huh?
[indistinct chatter]
SONNY: The guy is unbelievable.
Told you he wouldn't sit with us.
All this proves is another rumor.
Falls for every woman he sees.
[scoffs]
So what's so important that you'd step into a dump like this
- instead of just telling me over the phone? - [scoffs]
We have a situation.
Sounds ominous.
Leo can't make it to your party in Saint-Tropez?
Cute.
Actually,
the family needs us to circle the wagons.
Remind the, uh... the council of deadbeats
I'm not really into family favors.
Go ahead. Ice me out.
Dad, too.
But this could be your reputation on the line.
[chuckling]
God forbid.
How will I ever show my face in the vineyard again?
There's a reporter doing a podcast
about "the House of Franklin."
- Mm. - She's digging into the whole family saga--
ancestors, right up to now.
She's relentless.
Does not hold back.
Now, you realize our family's a joke,
right, Nora?
A sex tape away from being the Hiltons.
I still say you have it in you, sis.
Okay. Despite this "salt of the earth" metamorphosis,
you're still an asshole.
Maybe if you guys ever got your hands dirty,
you'd realize there's no reason to cry
over a little spilled tea.
We can only aspire to be like you
and have so very little to lose.
Until then,
if and when you're contacted by her,
help us out and do what you do best--
don't play ball.
- [insects trilling] - [wine pouring]
Wow. Whoa.
- Hey. - What's, uh, what's all this?
- [door closes] - The Zillow listings you sent me
- when I was in Afghanistan. - Right.
I found a few more.
- JASON: Mm. - Thought we could...
discuss them over extra cheese...
- Right. - ...pick some,
maybe go check 'em out this weekend?
[sighs deeply]
- [grunts] - Second thoughts already?
Uh...
- [sets glass down] - No. No, it's-it's, uh...
- it's not about that. At all. - [water running]
About something.
Um...
The, um...
attack that we had in Sweden.
It, uh...
It wasn't just like riding a bike.
I got a little too comfortable sitting on the sidelines.
Like...
way comfortable.
A little too much. [chuckles]
There's no shame
in enjoying a break from the blood and the trauma,
life-and-death decisions.
I mean, it's no wonder you had a night terror.
Yeah, well, it was...
I just put up my walls.
Again. And...
I'm sorry I lied to you.
I just...
didn't think I was that guy anymore.
Well, this conversation proves you aren't.
Yeah.
It's just, like, all the work that I have done lately
on myself,
all the TBI treatments, focusing on you,
focusing on my kids, I found a balance.
[chuckles softly] And I really liked it.
I mean, I loved it. I...
For once, I could really see...
or at least get a glimpse into the future,
what that would be like.
But, uh, after this one op,
I just feel like running back into the fire.
All that's just gonna...
...destroy the progress that I've made.
Everything's gonna blow up, and...
...I'm scared about that.
I really am.
You've worked really hard to swing the pendulum this far.
Unlikely it'll swing back.
Yeah.
You're right.
[sighs deeply]
[glassware clinking]
[whispers]: Right.
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