Previously on SEAL Team...
Tell me about the namesake, Spenser House.
Clay Spenser.
He was a Navy brother of mine we lost a few months ago.
Oh, he was the young man who was killed
by a veteran you were treating here?
No, that's, uh, not what ha-- what happened.
You're being assigned full-time to Bravo Team.
- I'm committed to an intensive PRODEV itinerary. - That ends now.
SONNY: 100 bucks to the first person that gets Drew
to tell us something real about himself.
- You make that $200. - Yeah. 200 bucks.
How'd it feel to be babysat by Bravo 1?
Well, actually, it was the other way around.
- Tango had the drop on him. - JASON: Fuck.
DREW: I hit his light-switch with one 40-yard shot.
OMAR: It's pretty twisted that it takes more of an emotional toll
to help people than to kill them.
I heard you had a close call.
Close call spun me out for a minute, I guess.
RAY: You'll shake it off.
- [screaming] - [gunshots]
[gasps]
MANDY: I can't imagine you're eager
to ramp back into battle so fast.
According to Davis, this is a whole new era of warfare.
Sweden was supposed to be safe, too.
It's not like I'm going to Fallujah here.
WALCH: Bravo is a bunch of washed-up renegades.
You haven't earned any sweat equity with me.
Consider this to be your best and final chance to do so.
Bravo Team will be partnering with the DEA
for a joint task force focused on the fentanyl trade.
This op will allow the U.S. to strike a blow
against our most formidable rival: China.
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with Chelsea Wallen.
I'm your host, Chelsea,
and today we continue our...
♪ ♪
SONNY: Time to shine, boys.
- OMAR: How's the arsenal? - ...congressman with a shadowy past...
SONNY: Robust as a Texas turkey buzzard.
And I got me some grenades.
OMAR: Eggs? I thought we were toasting
to Drew's first successful op with Bravo,
not hazing a pledge.
They're hardboiled. Okay?
And if you want to be Jason's right-hand man,
then you need to know how to show the new guy the Bravo way.
- All right. - [Sonny clears throat]
Hello, Drew.
Now that the, uh, first mission of Bravo is complete,
there's only one thing that remains.
- It's your victory lap. - [sighs softly]
Prepare to run the Bravo gauntlet.
The op was four days ago.
And we didn't exactly end the Siege of Carthage.
Yeah, but we did prove that after months on the sidelines,
Bravo's still worthy of repping the Trident.
And the only question that remains: are you...
...worthy of Bravo?
You know, proving my Bravo-worthiness
isn't something that keeps me up at night.
I know the whole, uh, Blue Falcon is your deal,
I get it,
but the protruding nail always gets hammered down.
♪ But you are really lost... ♪
Yeah.
Mm.
Man. [groans]
- JASON: Yep. - Must've hit every food stall
in Lumphini Park.
You cannot get Khao Kha Mu
with a view in J-Bad, brother.
I'll tell you the biggest fight in this deployment
might be our waistline. Ooh.
Don't know about you, but I'm happy
to dodge calories instead of bullets.
The shadows definitely has its perks over the sandbox.
- That's for sure. - MILES: Gentlemen.
Given the work you'll be doing in the Golden Triangle,
I have arranged for you to meet Ross Curtis,
one of the DEA's most reliable informants in the region.
Ah, Agent Miles, uh, Tier One units rely on intel
sourced by professionals, not CIs looking for a buck.
He's worked as a private security contractor
for some of the biggest players in the area.
I highly doubt a disillusioned trafficker
is gonna give us anything of value here.
He's a former Green Beret,
and the intel he's fed us
has led to some of our biggest busts.
I'm asking, not ordering,
but listening to Curtis can't hurt.
- Can he get here today? - He's coming in at 3:00.
As long as you're asking.
Would've bet my pension you were gonna tell her
- to shove it. - Well, you know, given my whole TBI issues,
I'm trying to cut back on the headbutting, Ray.
[chuckles]
[beeps]
[chuckles]
What the hell is this?
New frog's rejecting his Bravo baptism.
- JASON: Oh. - Come on, Jace,
you got to tell Van Damme that he's got to do the gauntlet.
Well, you know, I, uh, graduated Green Team years ago.
I don't need initiating.
Well, if saving us the other night didn't baptize him,
I don't know what will.
Yeah. Starting to regret that.
Pushing an initiation rite that doesn't exist, Sonny.
"In order to become a team on the battlefield
you got to become a team off the battlefield."
♪ ♪
You know who said that?
- Bravo 1. - [chuckles] You're right.
You're absolutely right, I did say that.
But things change.
New war.
New Bravo.
- That's cute. - Thanks.
♪ ♪
Since when did Bravo start taking briefings
from a South China Sea Serpico?
OMAR: Serpico got paid by the good guys.
Sounds like this dude fills his pockets
with dirty money.
I mean, mercenaries are shady as hell,
but at least this guy was a Green Beret.
Just another guy to boss Bravo around with Miles,
ain't that right, Jace?
Listen, you know,
fortune cookie I had for lunch, it said,
"Knowledge is power."
So maybe this guy is gonna enlighten us, huh, Sonny?
DREW: How do we know this guy's legit
and not some pirate stealing valor?
CURTIS: Fighting at Tora Bora count?
Nobody pretending would take credit for being
a part of the great escape.
[chuckles]
How many SEALs it take to change a lightbulb?
- [murmuring] - [laughs]
Six. One to change it, five to write books about it.
- SONNY [chuckles]: Yeah. - JASON: Joke was about as old
as somebody bragging that they were at Tora Bora.
[chuckles]
We don't get a lot of Tier One types in these parts.
What cake-eater did you piss off to get exiled here?
- All of them. - Hmm.
My kind of team.
[chuckles softly]
Let's start with the basics.
Golden Triangle, it's known for its brutality.
Place is crawling with soldiers,
pirates, traffickers, local militia,
Chinese crime syndicates.
What about, uh, what about flesh-eating crabs?
- [laughter] - CURTIS: Yeah, uh, I mean, if it's lethal, yeah.
You can assume it's here.
Most of the syndicates,
they send their drugs down the Mekong
to fishing vessels conscripted by the Chinese
to traffic the drugs abroad, sometimes to the cartels.
But there are some exceptions.
The Myaway, they send yaba over land into Mizoram.
And the Shu, they funnel heroin down the Irrawaddy.
And the way you're talking,
it sounds like you're part of all of their operations.
In a way, I am.
I just pulled security for the Shu's ships last week.
God, country, and Chinese syndicates
wasn't the oath I took.
- [chuckles] - RAY: What about the locals?
Do they support the drug traders?
Most of the locals I know are good people.
Violence and famine forced them into the drug trade
to feed their family 'cause, you know, the factories,
they pay cash.
One plant dries up, they just move on to the next.
What else can I read you in on?
Well, maybe you, uh...
could come up with some restaurant recommendations
- for these two over there. - [laughs]
I think we're good, thanks. I appreciate your, uh, insight.
All right.
Well, look, you reach out if you need anything else.
[door opens]
Target package came across my desk.
You want to use Bravo to do more of the DEA's dirty work?
Intel developed after tracking phone data
captured in the Spratly Islands
revealed a Sai Lou route from Myanmar.
You sent a Tier One Team into Chinese-controlled territory,
risking a geopolitical nightmare,
and proved what?
Myanmar is involved in Chinese drug activity?
A fact we've known for years.
Convince me this new package will yield
something more valuable than another win for the DEA.
Perhaps you and Admiral Rivas measure the value
of incremental progress differently, sir.
You can only play the Admiral Rivas card
so many times, Lieutenant.
If this target package doesn't produce new intel,
I'd feel it was my duty to ask him
if he chose the right person to run this pet project.
You'll have results.
♪
[beeps]
Look alive, boys.
Oh.
Hey, you got any more washed-up operators for us to meet?
You know, present company excluded.
Must've caught a target package.
SONNY: Please tell me we're gonna go hunt some fucking pirates.
Target's a Sai Lou fentanyl precursor factory in Myanmar.
DEA backtracked geotags you captured at Heron Reef
and used sat images to ID a Yi Pharmaceuticals plant
in an industrial district
in the Shan State's Kutkai Township.
JASON: All right, what? So, basically,
you want us to infiltrate the factory, perform SSE,
- so we could connect Beijing to the Sai Lou. - MILES: Mm-hmm.
Couldn't a local asset handle this?
I mean, seems a little below our pay grade.
"Our"?
Ooh, careful there, Drew.
You're starting to sound like you're...
maybe part of this team.
JASON: Just because the nature of the war has changed,
this doesn't make it any less important, you got it?
And we're gonna do this with zero footprint.
Actually, you will be leaving a sizable one.
Ma'am?
After pulling SSE,
you will destroy the plant
to disrupt Sai Lou's trafficking operations,
using indig explosives to cover U.S. fingerprints.
Let's go. That's some old-school teams shit right there.
It's about time.
OMAR: Well, I've been pining for some War on Terror ops,
but don't we risk killing everyone in the area
by blowing up a chemical plant?
MILES: The plant produces N-BOC-4-Piperidone.
Only people in the kill zone will be inside the plant.
I know SEALs love admiring their own work,
but I suggest you be long gone before detonating.
All right, before we start blowing shit up,
we got to get eyes on the factory.
Well, we're gonna have some time in Myanmar
to really get to know each other.
[slurping]
SONNY: I bet you went to one of them, uh, snooty boarding schools,
didn't you?
Mm, probably a few,
given the way he goes through teams.
Okay, be straight with us here, Drew.
- [camera shutter clicking] - Okay?
What rich kids sports did you play? Hmm?
You look like a fencer. Or crew?
No, no, no, nope. You know what it is?
The dancing horse thing.
Dressage.
See, Omar?
You owe me money right there, buddy.
- What? - Okay? Anybody that knows
a fancy sports word like that is rich.
- That doesn't prove shit. - It does prove shit.
Maybe, maybe he dated an equestrian,
- or is a hippophile. - A hippo what?
A hippophile.
[chuckles]
I have what appears to be two armed guards
- approaching the southwest corner. - [camera clicks]
SONNY: Well, I have what appears to be a fellow frogman
that doesn't want to bond with his teammates.
Keep telling you, letting the boys in
when I joined Bravo helped them trust me outside the wire.
Did you guys ever hear about the, uh, coconut crabs
that ate Amelia Earhart?
Yeah, ten times this watch.
Yeah, when Sonny locks in on a conspiracy theory,
he's a dog with a bone.
Just be glad he's off Stevie Wonder.
Everyone knows that Stevie can see.
If you promise to shut up,
I will answer one question about my life.
- Oh! - All right.
Okay, well, what question do I ask here?
Should it be about the yacht scandal?
The pickle fortune?
Mmm, no, no.
The senator.
Yes, the senator. Is your daddy
Senator Franklin from West Virginia?
No, you mean from Delaware.
- Oh, no way. - [laughs]
That's your daddy. Mm, mm,
- mm, mm, mm-- - No.
What?
[laughs]
Fuck you. That wasn't even funny.
I, uh, slow-rolled a lot of poker hands,
but, you know, that may be my best work yet.
- Fuck you, man. - Yeah.
[indistinct chatter]
There we go.
Looks like we got two guards with a pistol
coming around the east corner.
Yeah.
We should see them again in four mikes.
Then another four mikes,
and another four mikes.
Figured an old-school op would have you giddy, brother.
You know, enthusiasm leads to mistakes, Ray.
Then this truck is the epicenter of perfection.
What's up with you, man?
I mean, yesterday you were singing
this deployment's praises, now you're deep in your feels.
How's Spenser House?
Well-funded, thanks to a, uh,
massive check that just got stroked.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Congratulations.
Eh, it's nothing I did.
I actually scared away a deep-pocketed donor.
Naima cleaned up my mess.
Something throw you off?
Just rust.
Yeah, well, you better
shake that rust off, because, you know,
Spenser House is gonna be your all in, all the time
real soon, brother.
Real soon.
SONNY: You know that them flesh-eating coconut crabs,
they are considered to be
the sharks of the crustacean world.
They can grow up to two and a half feet.
[chuckles] You know, you are giving me
a shellfish allergy with all this crab talk, Sonny.
Yeah, I'm sorry, man. I-I...
I'm just running out of material, man,
I'm sitting on my ass for the last two days.
How's, uh, how's Leanne?
She's great. She's up and walking.
Right into the arms of Hannah's new fiancé.
Hannah's engaged?
Yep.
I'm sorry, brother. That's rough.
Yeah, I'm just the back-up daddy to my own daughter.
Even more so now that Bravo is my past,
present and future. You know?
Could really use your help getting Drew
to understand the Bravo way.
My main focus right now is making sure
Jason doesn't miss a beat with Bravo when I'm gone, okay?
Miss a beat?
We just stood up to Command to save a job
that he's acting like he doesn't want anymore.
Bravo may have some question marks, brother,
but Jason Hayes will never be one of them, okay?
Plant operates 24/7.
About 50 locals run the day shift...
And, uh, 25 come in and take over at night.
Ten armed guards per shift.
Half inside, half patrol the exterior.
With fewer workers and the cover of darkness,
a night op gives us a greater chance of going undetected.
SONNY: Well, you don't got to sell me
on things that go boom in the night.
RAY: So, uh, we split into two groups.
One for SSE, one for demo.
Sound good, boss?
Mm. Op's no good.
I'm canking it.
You're canking a perfectly good op?
After I spent hours stuck in a truck with these bozos?
How's this any different from
the power grid we hit in Indonesia?
In order to crack this nut,
it'd be nice to know your issues, boss dog.
It's no good. Too many eyes, too many guns.
You know, the last time I checked,
Bravo will run into the fire,
and not away from it.
- We're not running from anything. - SONNY: Mm.
If Bravo 1 says we need a better plan,
we give him a better plan.
Airtight. Minimum risk and exposure.
[door closes]
What the fuck was that, man?
The team leader looking after his team.
Bullshit. We've all run ops
with way more red flags than this.
That sure isn't the almighty Jason Hayes I've heard about.
RAY: The man's evolved.
No, the man's spooked.
No way.
I've never seen Jace scared of anything.
Well, you weren't there in Sweden.
That shitbag
had Hayes dead to rights before I popped him.
It's not the first time he's been in the crosshairs.
We've all heard of snake-eaters who suddenly lose their nerve.
Once it's gone, they're fucking finished.
Is that what happened to you?
The reason why you've been dodging teams
like the plague?
TRENT: Look, my money says
Jason's being overprotective of us.
Why's that?
Uh, Clay.
Spenser wasn't killed on Hayes' watch.
It was a freak accident.
Fallen brother's always gonna haunt Bravo 1.
Probably why he has his hands off the wheel more than usual
and is letting Miles run things.
I don't know, man.
Jason's...
It's just-- he's working on himself, his guilt.
Seems more at peace with his past than ever.
So he's-- he's gun-shy because he's happy?
This close to my retirement...
[sighs] ...he may be doing everything he can
to make sure I get there.
He did the same thing when RJ was born.
DREW: Whatever his issues,
how do we plan a mission
he doesn't want to run?
[sighs]
[beeps]
Master Chief,
Lieutenant Davis wants you on VTC.
Should I link her to the briefing room?
I'll take it in my room.
Hey, you're working late.
DAVIS: I wanted to touch base on that factory hit
before heading home.
You got a plan in place?
The, uh, the op may not be achievable.
Miles didn't mention any complications.
Miles doesn't have tactical control.
It's a straightforward hit.
Don't overcomplicate it.
Okay, how could we overcomplicate
fifth generational warfare with China?
So your concerns are political?
No, my concerns are my concerns.
Therefore, we may have to, uh,
point the spear in a different direction.
I got enough people sandbagging me
from inside of Command.
How many times have you pressured me to find intel
to support a target that you wanted to hit?
It is time to reciprocate.
I'm sorry, but our operational priorities aren't aligned.
All right, look, what if we douse the computers
that run the precursor mixing program
with hydrochloric acid?
No, no, it-it... That decreases our visibility,
but it doesn't take the factory offline.
What if we pull the fire alarm?
Clear the plant out before we blow it?
SONNY: Yeah, got me out of
a test or two back when I was in school.
That's good thinking.
Whoa, whoa. We don't even know if they have safety standards,
let alone a working fire alarm.
Well, it's hard to hit a bull's-eye
when the team leader can't see the target.
Something you're trying to say?
Nothing he hasn't said himself.
That TBIs influence behavior.
They make people impulsive, aggressive.
So does hanging out with you.
Look, you got to be part of this team
before you question its leader.
Look, Jason's head is a non-factor.
He's working that problem.
I'm just saying, it may explain why
he hasn't lived up to his reputation.
I mean, come on, Sonny.
You know something's off.
I mean, you've been talking shit to Jason since...
All right, guys, let's cool down.
Keep working the problem.
[beeping, chiming]
RAY: Wow.
Playing Guitar Hero while the team has a cage match?
[chuckling]: Right.
I had my own with Davis.
Look, brother, I'd never question you
in front of the fellas,
but, uh, in all my years of being with you,
I've never seen you cank anything like this.
55 out of 60. [laughs]
Look, Jace, if your TBI symptoms have...
I'm good, I'm solid.
So, uh, how are the boys with the op?
- Banging their heads against the wall, and each other. - Yeah.
Could probably use their team leader for inspiration.
All right.
All right, first, we sabotage the factory's computers
using HCl.
SONNY: Then we execute
a surgical demo strike
on the loading dock right here.
OMAR: That stops the Sai Lou from distributing precursor
and receiving replacement equipment.
Nearly zero footprint. Boom.
Come on, guys, that only shuts down the factory
for a few months.
DEA wants a permanent fix, boys.
We could throw smoke grenades in the vents
to clear out the workers.
Omar came up with that idea hours ago, man.
Yeah, plus we still don't know enough
about the ventilation system.
The payroll truck arrives
twice a week during shift change.
Thought we could hit the plant while the workers are
outside getting paid.
That's an awfully tight window.
RAY: Gives us enough time to pull SSE,
but setting up charges for a blast that size
is gonna take a minute.
Especially since we don't know
what kind of support structure
we're fixing to knock down.
You know, Curtis says
the locals aren't gonna work for free.
What if this payroll truck doesn't make it?
What if it doesn't show up?
The workers might walk off the job,
leaving the factory empty.
Looks like Bravo's gonna rob a money truck, boys.
Look, so you cank our op, but authorize a crime?
I'll take two rent-a-cops over ten armed guards
and a crowded factory.
Interesting judgment call.
Yeah. A call that means that we have to execute
two ops instead of one now.
Y'all need to stop your yammering, okay?
'Cause this is the Bravo 1 I've been missing,
dialing up some Marcinko-era renegade shit.
No payday means we'll be hitting an empty target.
Minimizes risk.
Hitting an armored vehicle in broad daylight
minimizes nothing.
It's unorthodox, but we all got to DEVGRU
by thinking outside the box.
Just proves the Navy trained us
to be heroes or criminals.
All right, look, I got no issue
stealing from drug traffickers.
But how are the workers gonna feed their families?
Would you rather they lose their paycheck or their lives?
Guys, it's a victimless crime.
I mean, we're heroes for a good cause.
I'd hate to steal Omar's role as the team's cold shower,
but we're already on Command's shit list.
I mean, if this Ocean's 11 hit gets back to Vah Beach...
Yeah, some job we have when, uh,
stealing's more of an offense than slaughtering a workforce.
That's why we're gonna roll with indig gear.
I don't think we packed for that.
You know, fuck it, I know someone who's got
some shady connections around here.
CURTIS: So I'm guarding this fishing boat,
like, miles out. Not a soul in sight.
- Dead fuckin' calm, until... - [bangs table loudly]
[laughs]
And then it's just screeching.
We hear screeching, we hear boxes crashing.
I look over at the local guards.
They're spooked. They run down to the galley.
They think there's, uh, like, an evil spirit on board.
I go searching, and it's a mess.
There's... There's bags of heroin everywhere.
And then I see the intruders:
two fuckin' monkeys.
- [laughter] - They jumped on ship.
It was the longest sail of my life.
You sure do, uh, pick colorful clients, brother.
You work for drug dealers, and that monkey story's
the best you got?
I gotta keep it PG for the Navy's finest.
And just to be clear,
not all my clients are criminals.
Yet they undermine American interests, right?
[chuckles]
The world looks a lot different
when you stop drinking the Pentagon's Kool-Aid.
You can't eat honor, fellas.
Well, I'm hoping we can use some of those
underworld connections of yours.
We need indig vehicles and weapons in the Shan State.
Uh, no questions asked.
Think a non-Kool-Aid drinker can handle that?
Yeah. Yeah, everything except the "no questions" part.
Who's fucking shady now, huh?
[laughter]
Based on payroll drops of the past two months,
we know the armored truck's route to the plant,
and the rate of speed that it's gonna be traveling.
Truck rolls with two armed guards.
They're rent-a-cops, so not real shooters.
Yeah? Tell that to the bullets flying at us
if we get in a gunfight.
No, there aren't gonna be any shots fired.
Not between us, not between the guards.
We're gonna him 'em with speed and surprise. Understood?
Yeah.
We're gonna run three teams: base, maneuver and follow car.
Sonny, Drew, you set the shape charge
along the truck's route.
Then you're gonna get in position
as the base element for an L-shaped ambush.
[grunts]
All right.
SONNY: 1, longhorn's in the corral.
JASON [over comms]: Good copy, 3.
Omar and Trent will be with Jason
in an overwatch position,
ready to be the maneuver element
once the truck lands on the X
and Sonny incapacitates it
by clacking off the charge.
Road is clear. Mako, how far out's our bird?
OMAR: Ray and Brock are in the follow car
tracking the truck's route to the factory.
Dirty bird's two mikes out.
After the charge disables the vehicle,
we wrap up the guards, take the cash,
head to target.
JASON: And once we get confirmation
that the workers are out of there
we run an SSE and set the charges.
RAY [over comms]: Bird is one mike out. One.
Who's this dickhead?
[indistinct chatter from pickup truck]
O.P. 1, a pickup is turning onto the road.
Headed your way.
What the fuck is that? What the fuck is that?
Hey, uh, truck's all over the road, 3.
SONNY: You're fucking kidding me.
If that truck goes over the charge,
this op is tits up.
[music blaring from truck radio]
Oh! Damn it.
1, bogey ran over the corral.
Not sure what condition it's in.
We're about to find out. Bird's closing in.
Get down. Fire in the hole!
No.
SONNY [over comms]: Bevo's been dehorned.
This op is fucked.
Road warrior damaged the charge when he clipped it.
RFD must've come loose from the blasting cap.
We can repair it and still stop the truck.
Ah. Don't have time to set another ambush.
Besides, they could have made us and be alerting the Sai Lou's
death squad right now.
All right. Mako, the driver change course?
MAKO: Negative, 1.
Driver's maintaining speed
and the route.
Turning onto the hardball road now.
All right, look, we've still got the element of surprise.
Taking another run at a moving, bulletproof target
in broad daylight exposes us to more eyes, more risk.
The factory op doesn't work unless the heist does.
SONNY: We can probably do it on the next payroll delivery.
We go home emptyhanded, Agent Miles and Command
will have questions.
All Bravo elements, we're running a VI.
Let's move.
RAY: Say again, 1?
JASON: We're doing a vehicle interdiction.
[vehicle starts]
♪
RFD reconnected. Good to go.
Good with your hands. There goes my trust fund theory.
I thought Texans drive faster than they talk.
SONNY: 1, Bevo's ready to buck.
JASON: Mako, bleed off speed. We got this.
3, move in.
- Oh, shit. - Fuck, he's...
♪
- Oh. Goddamn. [grunts] Come on. - [gunshots]
Paul Blart looks pretty damn silly up there
with that long gun.
Mall cops don't always miss. Back off, back off.
- [tires screeching] - [gunshots]
Got to do this before we hit civilization, boss.
Okay, switch sides, I'll draw his fire.
SONNY: Copy, 1.
JASON: Hang back, 3. Wait for my signal.
Hang back.
[gunshots]
Ready when you are, 1.
Pull up.
Go, 3. Go, 3.
- [engine revs] - [gunshots]
Hey, take out his tires, will you?
They're probably run-flats.
Doubt shooting 'em will stop the truck.
Don't need to stop it, just need to draw its fire.
Fucking do it.
[revving]
[tires screech]
[grunts]
Thanks for the assist, 1.
Go, go, go, go!
- Nice, nice, nice! - Set!
Back off, back off, back off.
Send it.
Hands, hands, hands!
Don't fucking move. Don't...
Grab the bags of cash, let's go.
- Lock these guys in the back. - Phase one complete.
Now we just need the workers to stand up for themselves.
SUV bent a rim. We're down a vehicle.
Leave it. You know? We got to go, let's roll.
♪ ♪
[distant shouting]
Teacher's pets are walking.
Three hours to stop holding out for payday.
Must need that money.
Looks like the guys with guns are gonna walk, too.
Even loyalty comes with a price.
No guns, no more eyes.
Good call, 1.
Might not know your reasons, but your plan worked, boss.
Bravo 1's judgement was on point after all, eh, Drewless?
Yeah, well, these shitbags are not gonna want this factory
shut down for long, so let's fucking move.
♪ ♪
♪
JASON [over comms]: Target secure. Consolidate on me.
Drew, Ray, back to the office, SSE.
Rest of you, on me for demo.
JASON [over comms]: Mako, this is 1.
If they have emergency lighting, flip it.
Affirm, 1.
Tripping the lights now.
Capone's vault of intel scores.
What?
My nanny watched Geraldo reruns.
[chuckles]
Pull the trash.
You can get a lot of intel from someone's garbage.
Don't forget to check the shredder bin.
DREW: I'm not Bravo 1, man.
I don't need you fucking guardrailing me.
Fuck.
- Jace! - JASON: Yeah?
What's the problem?
Steel girders.
We need cutting charges. Can't guarantee
this commie bullshit that the DEA gave us
is gonna do the job.
It only works best on concrete.
Got to be fucking kidding me.
RAY [over comms]: Bravo 1, this is Mako.
We're about done here, getting ready to exfil.
What's your sitrep?
We're still working a problem here.
OMAR: Makes me wish I had better news, 1,
but it looks like
we got a busload of people heading our way.
Appears the Sai Lou are gonna force
some of the workers to finish their shift at gunpoint.
You got to buy us time.
You clearing me hot?
JASON [over comms]: Negative. Do not need a gunfight.
We need time. 1 out.
OMAR: Copy that.
Mako, grab the pocket change from the SUV.
Meet me at the stairs half a block north of my pos.
Check. Moving.
TRENT: Well, unless we figure out how to make these charges cut steel,
the Death Star remains operational.
We're gonna have eyes and guns on us pretty soon, Jace.
What's the call?
Y-You're saying we don't have enough power
to cut through this steel?
Look, you'd have enough force to knock it all down,
but it's got to be all moving in the right direction.
What if we tamped the charges?
SONNY: I love it when
Bravo 1's brain is firing, okay,
but with what?
Unless you got eight million I.V. bags handy.
Okay, fine. You and Trent set the charges.
Me and Brock will figure that out.
Let's fucking move.
[guard shouts]
All right, what's the play?
Gonna use our ill-gotten gains to buy us some time.
I thought you guys were renegades, not Robin Hood.
Sonny's gonna be fucking salty about this.
That's the best part of the plan.
Probably only a few grand here.
That's a king's ransom to these folks.
Okay, boys. Make it rain.
[shouting, screaming]
1, this is 2. Bought you some time.
[chuckles] Literally.
♪
Hey, Sonny, we got something to direct the blast.
These barrels have seen more of the world
than my grand-ninny ever did.
JASON: Man, less talk, more work.
We're ready. Come on, inside. Inside.
Come on.
Let's go.
RAY [over comms]: It's time. We need to move, 1.
Copy that. Sonny?
- Ring main's set. - Mako 1, we're done here.
Consolidate at the vehicles.
RAY: Copy, 1.
Trent, lead us out.
Any of the workers make it on the inside?
- Negative, but not for long. - All right, let's roll.
[engine starts]
JASON: Go, go, go!
Sonny, go birds.
Fire in the hole.
[explosion]
Bravo Team successfully executed a target package
in Myanmar that not only destroyed
a Sai Lou fentanyl precursor factory,
but also, and more importantly,
recovered vital intel.
The plant is run as a shell company,
but we now know that it is controlled
by Jun Yilin, a Chinese national.
Documents pulled off the target
connect Jun to some of the deadliest cartel in Mexico.
And further research by my team revealed
deep ties between Jun and Beijing.
So, you can now tie Beijing
to a major fentanyl precursor supplier?
It appears we're one incremental step closer.
Future target packages will lay the groundwork
to expose China's support of fentanyl trafficking,
outing their shittiness to their neighbors
and forcing a realignment of alliances in the region.
Good work, Lieutenant.
You can count on our support for those packages.
- [rock music playing] - [laughter]
RAY: That, uh, nanny of yours,
she influence your social habits
as much as your, uh, viewing ones?
Did Sonny send you to dig up dirt?
Nah.
Nah, this is a solo mission. The kind you like.
I told you, I don't need guardrailing.
Having each other's backs is what teammates do,
in case you forgot.
There's a shiny Wurmple nearby
I need for my collection,
- if you don't mind. - [chuckles]
You know, rolling with you these past two missions
is a very good reminder
of how little actual time you've spent downrange.
You know, I don't need any rah-rah speeches from the guy
choosing not to go downrange ever again.
Considering I don't have to worry about you
actually telling anyone, I'll confess.
Closer I get to the finish line,
harder walking away seems.
And it's not because I'm gonna...
miss the action or the impact.
It's because of the brotherhood.
You're only hurting yourself
by being more of a frogman than a team guy, Drew.
All your lip-flapping is making me thirsty.
Could I get a shot of whiskey?
Yeah, but did you have to throw away every last dollar?
Technically, we were throwing away kyat.
Uh, technically, it was our beer money.
SONNY: We used to play, uh, Butch and Sundance
when, uh, we were kids at my daddy's ranch,
and never once did we give our money back.
Okay? It kind of takes the spirit away from the heist.
All right, look, factory got destroyed,
workers got paid. Win-win.
Got to watch it with this whole
"workers of the world" bullshit there, Karl O-Marx.
- [laughter] - All right?
You bleed Bravo, not pinko.
Hey, Drew.
We got a little lucky today
with that charge on the side of the truck.
Bravo's already got one cowboy.
- [chuckles] - Owning a ranch don't make you a cowboy, hoss.
- [laughter] - All right, look.
Drew's pulled some pretty ninja moves already.
Might be time to hang up your spurs, Sonny.
Hope you got another talent in that back pocket.
Well, the-the Navy seems to think so.
They want to look at this genius's blow-out kit
- to save other warfighters. - OMAR: Huh.
- Here, here, man. That's fucking nice. - Holy shit.
So, you took Clay's injury
and turned it into a positive.
That's some personal growth.
Yeah, and, hopefully, some financial. Yeah.
- Not after the Navy takes theirs, though. - OMAR: Yeah.
Private sector's the way to go.
You'll have more control, get a bigger piece of the pie.
Protecting our warriors downrange,
as noble a calling as exists.
But be careful, money fucks people up.
[laughs]
There he is. Who's in their feels now, huh?
- [laughs] - Just basking in another Bravo victory.
- Yeah, right. - Yeah. Where the hell you been?
Oh, I was just, uh, patching things up with Davis.
You know? She's happy now.
- A mission success will do that. - Mm-hmm.
Looks like everybody got what they needed out of this op.
- And what is it you needed? - What I need?
I need a drink, right now. You owe me. Come on.
I meant from the mission.
New era of warfare, Ray,
doesn't change that.
Came back with a full head count. That's all that matters.
You know, some of the fellas, they, uh,
they think you canked the op
maybe because you were being overprotective,
or maybe...
you were a little gun-shy after that guy
got the drop on you in Sweden...
Look, Ray. Ray, Ray.
Good team leader, right?
Always puts the safety of his brothers first.
- They sure do. - Mm-hmm.
Which is why your call to Charlie Mike
after the first heist plan went bust
was so out of character for you.
Ray, what is it you're trying to say?
I don't know who you were protecting out there,
- but it wasn't Bravo. - Come on, Ray.
How about that drink, hmm?
Come on.
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