Previously on SEAL Team...
Target's a Sai Lou fentanyl precursor factory
in Myanmar.
We split into two groups, one for SSE, one for demo.
Op's no good, I'm canking it.
You're canking a perfectly good op?
Bravo 1 says we need a better plan, we give him a better plan.
The man's spooked.
- [gunfire] - [screams]
[gasps]
We've all heard of snake-eaters
who suddenly lose their nerve.
You got to be part of this team before you question its leader.
MILES: I have arranged
for you to meet Ross Curtis,
one of the DEA's most reliable informants in the region.
Just to be clear, not all my clients are criminals.
Yet they undermine American interests, right?
The world looks a lot different
when you stop drinking the Pentagon's Kool-Aid.
You want to use Bravo to do more of the DEA's dirty work?
You'll have results.
Bravo Team recovered vital intel.
The plant is run as a shell company
controlled by Jun Yilin.
Jason and Drew-- seem like Bravo 1's giving him
a much softer new guy welcome than usual?
You know, I know what happened to you.
You're not the only one carrying something heavy.
[rock music playing]
[laughter]
Bartender? Excuse me, sir?
- Mm. - Hey, what's up, man?
Two Sing, please.
Ray, wait, you're just gonna...
you're gonna jump in line there, Ray?
I thought you were a gentleman.
You in a hurry to get somewhere?
Well, just back
to, uh, what passes as the Bravo brotherhood.
What in the hell?
Sonny Quinn charm offensive
still hasn't gotten Drew to open up?
[chuckles] Look, man, you can joke all you want.
Drew-- he's about as friendly as a bramble bush,
and-and, Jace, well, he's throwing curveballs
instead of his heater.
Bravo is in a sorry state.
Oh, okay. [mumbles under breath]
There's a, uh, chemical plant in Myanmar
that would argue different.
Más, por favor.
We're in Thailand, Sonny.
So?
[busy chatter]
Oh, look who decided to show up.
Please join us.
Pass, but I'll send some Metamucil your way.
- You prefer orange or berry? - [chuckles]
You know, I don't need that shit to jump-start my colon.
Say, uh, speaking of chemistry,
should we be worried about Bravo's?
Nah, come on, don't let Sonny's bitching
about Drew being in his own world
get in your head, please.
[chuckling]: This is not just that, brother.
I mean, he and Omar are still
on that Make Bravo Great Again crusade,
Brock keeps trying to drag Trent to the banana show,
and all of 'em have questions about your calls in Myanmar.
You know, my brain's working so good these days,
I know you're included in that.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Well, I guess I'm also adjusting to the new Bravo.
Come on, Ray, look, I mean, we've been, what,
benched for months, we got a new brother that's on the team,
and our den mother is leaving us.
Pipe-hitters and change.
Just hit a rough patch, it'll pass.
A lot of factors that make for a rougher patch than usual.
- You, uh, past it? - We're in a bar in Thailand.
We're not sitting in the fire dodging Tali mortars, right?
I'm good. Bravo is good.
Cheers.
♪ ♪
Still no word on target package
I submitted on Jun Yilin,
but we knew getting approval to capture a Chinese citizen
would take time, even if he does prove a link
between Beijing and fentanyl.
Well, lucky for us, there's still plenty of work to be done.
Why don't we use the manifests Bravo recovered
from the precursor plant to send them after entities
transporting Sai Lou product?
Actually, intel suggests that Jun will be vacationing
on Penang Island this weekend.
Ideal chance for Bravo to surveil him,
gather intel, and study his security
so they're prepped when the capture's approved.
Given the choice between using a Tier One team
to measurably degrade a transnational drug syndicate
or babysit a person of interest...
This is a joint op, Agent Miles,
but so far all Bravo has done is hand the DEA wins.
Taking Jun into custody will give the U.S. a pawn
to leverage over China on the world stage.
It is a far better use of a Tier One team
than the piecemeal attack you want.
RAY: We are heading to George Town, Malaysia,
where Jun Yilin has a home in the northwest suburbs.
Probably less square footage
than the help's quarters at Chez Franklin.
Oh, you speak French, redneck and Neanderthal?
- He's quite the linguist. - Oui.
Hey, so we're posting up across the street?
Yeah, Agency scouted us an observation post
500 yards from his house.
It's an old abandoned restaurant.
Uh, you and Bravo 1 work this out while Miles read you in?
I mean, there's no line of sight
from the O.P. to the target house.
Well, intel has Jun arriving Friday.
So we'll get there Thursday, stake the place out,
figure out a time to infil.
Uh, set up microphones, cameras,
and, uh, monitor the feed from the O.P.
We'll have eyes and ears,
both inside and outside, running 24-7.
Stakeout's a hell of a kinetic downgrade
from, you know, torch a factory.
OMAR: Well, we'll need SOTVS kits and snatch gear
in case Davis gets us approval to grab Jun.
RAY: Well, another factor to consider
is there's a tropical storm forecast to hit in the region
- in the next three days. - [groans]
TRENT: Well, nothing like a laser microphone
to beat electrical interference from Mother Nature.
See, when we know the problem, we can work the problem.
Heading into Sharknado for a low-impact op.
Get your oars, boys. We have been downgraded
to Uncle Sam's Canoe Club.
[groans]
TRENT: This sucks.
All right, look, come on,
we leave first thing in the morning.
That means we hit the bar tonight.
Drinks on me.
- Oh. - Let's go. - Shots, too?
- Yep. - On you?
- Okay. - Let's go.
- All right. - All right.
What the fuck was that, man?
You're gonna lose your tank top privileges with that.
- I'm telling you. Bam. - [bangs nail]
[cheering]
Drew, chug.
♪ Another john, nothing comes for free...♪
SONNY: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Uh, looks like Julie An-Drews needs a spoonful of sugar
to help that bottom-shelf medicine go down.
Drink up, little buddy.
- [bangs nail] - [groans]
New tactical training for America's deadliest weapons?
[laughter]
Criminal underworld gives its hired muscle
the night off, and this is where you spend it?
Yeah, it's an expat bar.
Reminds me of home.
How about you guys? You enjoying the local culture?
OMAR: No, we'd rather be kicking doors than pounding nails.
Never thought I'd long for the days
of holing up in an Afghan shithouse.
You'd have been fun in the forest in Velja Glava.
- [Omar chuckles] - Kosovo?
Joint op with Spetznatz?
- Nostrovia. - JASON: Hmm.
You have a history of sleeping with the enemy, huh?
SONNY: All right, well, that sounds a hell of a lot sexier
than this over-the-sweater
light petting we've been doing here.
- JASON: Swing it. Come on. - [grunts]
- Just a bit on the outside. - [laughter]
OMAR: Oh, man, if we're jonesing for action,
you must really miss it.
Eh, work helps keep the downtime demons away.
And, you know, every now and then I'll see some shit
as intense as what we saw during the war on terror.
SONNY: You see that, Muscle Beach? Hmm?
Curtis here has said more to Bravo in the last three minutes
than you have in three weeks. Just saying.
Earns him my piece of the action.
Okay.
Enjoy.
♪ All that you see ♪
♪ Baby, you want more, more, more.♪
♪ ♪
Hey. Fellas said you were in J-bad in '02.
Yeah.
You and I might've crossed paths.
You spend any time in Sangbor?
Yeah, that was some of the first action I saw.
Not on horseback fighting Tali like I was.
- Man, that was a long time ago. - Yeah.
Before the first of my divorces.
Hmm.
How are you still operating?
Don't you know our skills are more profitable
in the private sector?
Yeah, well, you know, I-I joined to serve,
not to earn, so...
I enlisted to serve, too,
but I paid way more than I earned.
You know, once I got out, I tried on a few different hats
trying to find my place.
Something you'll learn if you ever hang up the rifles:
war always has the last word.
Eh, you know, I don't know about that, you know?
My boy here's-- he's got one hell of an off-ramp.
I'm telling you, man, he's...
He's building this place called Spenser House.
It's, uh, gonna be set up to help
vets find their place.
Oh, a unicorn, huh?
Ready to make a difference at home.
- That's right. - CURTIS: Right.
Good luck with that.
I lasted three months
in the civilized world.
Oh, then I came to the realization
that the real legacy of fighting-- once we're out,
we can't pretend that the, the violence we saw
and inflicted doesn't exist.
Out there or, you know, within us.
Thing about unicorns, fellas...
...they ain't real.
[train horn blowing]
Ooh.
Well, welcome to our humble abode.
Not even Guy Fieri could have classed up this shitbox.
SONNY: It's so damn hot in here,
the hens are laying hard-boiled eggs.
I'll go find the AC.
OMAR: First order of business,
paper over these windows and set up security.
Then we split this room into two zones,
one for sleeping, one for surveillance.
RAY: We got to put our stuff down first.
Might as well choose bunk spots now.
Hey. Ain't no royal treatment for you, Prince An-Drew.
This ain't Epstein Island.
And what's your problem now?
OMAR: Problem is, we pick by rank.
That's Jason's if he wants it, then five other guys'
to turn down before you can stake a claim.
Are you sure you're one of them?
You seem to be Bravo 2 in name only.
Jason, the Presidential Suite is yours.
I'm good, man, he's already dejocked.
Fuck it. [sighs]
DREW: There's a couple of spots near the john.
Perfect for Bravo's shit-stirrers.
All right, ease up. Still got to set surveillance at Jun's.
Trent, you and Brock take external security.
TRENT: I am offended
by every word in that sentence.
SONNY [chuckles]: Yeah.
This op's gonna be a real dick-dragger.
OMAR: 1, this is 2. Setting up
the target house.
JASON [over comms]: Good copy, 2.
Y'all see the crapper upstairs?
Man, heated seats, full undercarriage wash and dry.
Bet your family's got a few of those, don't they, Drew?
Lot of equipment to rig, Sonny.
We get it set up in the next ten minutes,
maybe you can try that toilet out.
SONNY: Ooh.
Set.
1, first camera is live.
Do you have the feed?
Yup.
Affirmative, 2.
[laughs]
1,
our HVT has his own closed-circuit security system.
If I set a node on it,
we could use fewer of our devices,
save time on target right now.
All right. Let's do it.
Is the CCTV connected to the Internet?
Uh, let me check.
Negative, Mako 1.
Then relaying its video
back to Bangkok and Vah Beach
is gonna more than max out our bandwidth.
Better to use what we brought.
SONNY: Come on, guys.
The camera adds ten pounds that I need
to deposit in the T-1000 of commodes.
OMAR [over comms]: Look, we can save bandwidth
by only pushing audio
so the translators have real-time access.
We'll screengrab anything important
and send it along as needed.
That's a good idea, Bravo 2.
Yeah, no shit, Mako.
What's going on between the two of you?
[sighs]
He's probably growing impatient with my long goodbye.
Maybe we should've had Miles read him in
- on the op. - No, maybe you should fix that.
'Cause last thing Bravo needs right now
is a pissing contest, Ray.
What happened to the "I'm good and Bravo is good" guy?
What happened to that guy? That guy's stuck
in a fucking sweatbox, man.
Can we please get the goddamn AC working somewhat?
No, no, no.
We were holed up for a week inside that house in Amarah,
and it was way hotter than this. And you and Nate,
you giggled like schoolkids,
so don't tell me it's the heat that's got you twisted.
Eh, Curtis, you know, what he said the other day about
transitioning, right?
All that yak, yak, yak, yak, yak.
Yeah.
You know, getting told your future's hopeless
will do that you.
He's not us, Jace.
His fate's not ours.
Maybe he just didn't have a, a chance
jumping from crazy train to civilian life, right?
Ground his gears shifting from fifth to first.
Yeah, you know, this whole change in warfare,
maybe it'll be like a buffer for us.
A shot that, uh, guys like Curtis didn't have.
No question.
Right. Look, I'll, uh,
start doing the-the fire-watch schedule, all right?
Yeah, I'll touch base with Vah Beach.
- Okay, great. Please. - Yeah.
Someone please fix the fucking AC.
[thunder rumbling]
I'm sweating in places I didn't even know existed, Ray.
Yeah, and you thought taking the first night shift
was gonna be a way to beat the heat.
The lack of AC in this place
is really gonna affect my Zagat review.
All right, I got the first action for the log:
0800, Bravo has swamp ass.
Let's go for a walk.
Air out, right?
If you think it's any less hot out there,
you're mistaken.
[phone ringing]
Go for Bravo.
Jace.
- Yeah? - It's for you. [grunts]
[sighs]
Hello. Yeah?
We pick chairs by seniority, too?
It's all yours.
After you.
Hoping that your icy veins, they might, uh,
cool this place down a bit.
[sighs] All right.
Are we really gonna do this
silent treatment bullshit all shift?
Is that what's happening here?
I think your gum's doing enough talking for the both of us.
But fortunately I came prepared. [clears throat]
You know, if, uh,
if you don't want to clean up any of the rumors...
...that, uh, are at Command about you...
No? Well, I'm just gonna let you know something.
I, uh...
asked Google about you. Yes, I did.
Whew.
And, uh,
good old Wikipedia, they told me something special.
Drew Franklin is your nickname.
Your real name is
Laurance A. Franklin IV.
[laughs]
A conspiracy theorist
believes everything he reads on the Internet.
Alert Joe Rogan.
I'm just saying, if you are Laurance Franklin,
that is quite the clan that you come from.
Kind of reminds me of the, the Quinns, honestly.
I mean, all the madness, just not the money.
No, definitely not.
Kind of dysfunction that makes a man
want to look for a, a better family,
maybe in the Navy. Yeah?
That's how I got here. Thanks for asking.
So, if Laurance Franklin
did find his way to-to Bravo,
I truly hope that the Teams, um,
do for him what they, they've done for me.
Hey, Sonny.
Activity on target.
Here.
SONNY: Look at that.
Would Larry Franklin ever
roll up to the yacht club in a car like that?
I mean, that is fancy.
Huh.
[laptop camera clicking]
That fella looks too young to be Jun.
Denver 1, Havoc Actual, this is Bravo 6.
Sending images of individuals on target for FRS.
Negative PID for HVT.
DAVIS [over radio]: Good copy, Bravo 6.
[Drew clears throat]
SONNY: Any chance that was our HVT calling
to say when he's arriving?
JASON: No, it was Mikey's hockey coach.
Said he's heading to the E.R.
Oh, shit. Is it serious?
Yeah, it was a collision on the ice.
You need to head home to deal with that?
JASON: We're in the middle of an op.
No one's going anywhere.
SONNY: A real teammate
would know Bravo 1 well enough
not to ask that question, Drew.
Bravo 1 would never leave an op.
Come on, focus up.
[Omar crunching]
Brock buy these? Cheesy. And spicy.
[crunching continues]
And sweet. Confusing but tasty.
You're getting that interesting orange crap
all over everything, Omar.
Sorry.
Hey, look, I've been thinking, we whiplashed pretty hard
from shore duty to this deployment.
You have any idea where we are in the training cycle
- when we get home? - I don't know.
Maybe Command will send us back to Pro Dev.
I think we should push for unit level training first.
I mean, new guy rolling on, another retiring.
Might be worth sharpening team skills
before we split up for independent study.
Yeah, we'll see.
RAY: Okay.
Facial recognition software
ID'd our party crashers.
The mom is Han Min, CFO
of Jun's legitimate business,
husband is Li Kun, and their eight-year-old son
Li Muchen.
Shitty weather for a vacation.
Yeah, which is why Davis wants us to stick around,
- in case Han is meeting the boss. - OMAR: Emphasis on stick.
I am gonna suckstart my pistol
if we don't cool this sauna down.
Mechanical room is off the kitchen.
[scoffs] Shift schedule has me on surveillance.
Your call, boss.
You two just work the problem. Come on.
[exhales]
Fan should've turned on.
[sighs]
Wires good?
Yeah.
Let's start with the motor housing. Kill the power.
Yes, sir.
Op like this must have you counting down
your remaining frogman days.
Don't worry, my retirement plans haven't changed.
I'm not rushing you out the door.
I'm just saying it must be gratifying
to build something worthwhile to do next.
Naima's done most of the building.
And, uh, Ben getting a short sentence
means the, uh, justice system
thinks he deserves a second chance.
Your center's helping people.
I'm not sure the center had anything to do with it.
Credit whatever Stella said at his hearing.
I thought Stella couldn't go.
That's why Sonny spoke up for him.
Sonny spoke up for Ben?
[sighs] Try it again.
This fucking thing.
SONNY: You won't bond with your teammates, but you are
rounding third base with that pen there, buddy.
You think this is how these two spent their honeymoon?
Watching these guys get hot and heavy is not
the bonding I was looking for.
Oh, come on, Drew. I can't read this entry.
There's so much cheese dust on it.
That vital entry is when Han took their son to bed at 8:30.
Tiger parents won't even let their kid
stay up late on vacation.
Well, maybe he'll go find a better family in the Navy.
- Expecting a call? - No, just playing phone tag
with Mikey's coach.
What's going on out here?
Well, it's hard to tell because of Drew's snack dust
all over the logs, but it appears there is no activity.
Please, just give it a rest, will you?
Both of you are not Drew's sea daddy, all right?
So please, just give it a fucking rest.
What's up with the AC?
[clears throat] Thing's more busted than this op.
How the hell are we supposed to beat the Red Dragon
if the AC's kicking Bravo's ass?
JASON: You know what? This whole mission is a bust.
We're jammed in here, driving everybody insane.
I'll tell you what, I'll talk to Miles and tell her
we're gonna pop smoke before this storm gets any worse.
OMAR: Yo, boss.
Who the hell are these guys?
OMAR: 10:00 at night is like 4:00 in the morning for parents.
Odd time to have guests.
[thunder rumbles]
JASON: Yeah, so much for beating the storm, man.
We're not going anywhere.
- [thunder rumbles] - [yawns]
[sniffles]
[groans softly]
Ooh.
What's going on here? Did Jun show up?
Negative. Husband just let them in, and, um...
the wife-- she's just checking on the kid.
Could be friends dropping by.
SONNY: What is
the Malaysian word for "key party"?
Well, now, they didn't take their shoes off
when they came in.
That's not the norm for guests in this part of the world.
Who are these guys?
OMAR: I haven't been able to get a clear pic for FRS
because the damn signal's flickering.
[Sonny mutters]
Ooh.
Look at that right there.
Well, thank you, Mrs. Hans.
Well, boys, you are on Candid Camera.
RAY: Be nice to get an ID on these guys.
Send the photos over to Davis, stat.
Thanks. I was about to post them to TikTok.
Can't still think all is well in Bravo-land
when Kareem Abdul-Omar is dunking on you, Ray.
Hey, tell you what.
You get that fucking thing working,
I'll trade Omar and Sonny to Charlie Team.
How about that, huh?
[sighs]
Eh, you know what?
They're gonna lay off.
They're not gonna bother you anymore.
Anyone else bothering you?
Besides you?
I heard a lot of gunslinging war stories about Bravo 1
before Command dumped me here.
No, I half-expected you to be wearing an ear necklace.
But nothing in those legends about you being soft on FNGs.
[scoffs] Look, you're not some kind of newbie here.
And treating me different than you treated them
makes it fucking harder for me, not easier.
Maybe I was different back then when I broke them in.
But, uh, you're not doing yourself any favors
by being so closed off, you know.
I thought you said they didn't need to know about the past.
They don't.
But you keep putting walls up around you,
shutting people out?
All that's gonna do is trap all those demons inside you,
and if you don't have an outlet,
then you're really gonna be fucked.
What was Jace doing with Drew in Hell's Kitchen?
Probably taking a break from your mouth
and your armpits.
OMAR: That's actually a choice I can defend,
unlike deferring to Miles, canking ops,
giving the new guy a free pass.
Bravo 1 isn't inspiring much confidence.
Bravo 1's evolved,
and as much as you guys think you're Bravo's gatekeeper,
Jason's still the sheepdog he's always been.
More like a mama kitty licking Drew's silky fur.
He is watching out for all of Bravo.
Okay, it wasn't too long ago that he put his Trident
on the line for us.
We all risked our Tridents,
telling Command to shove it the way we did.
Which is why he offered up his own
if Walch agreed to put the rest of Bravo
back in the field after months of shore duty.
Bullshit.
There ain't no way that Jace offered some cake-eating tool
the symbol of everything we stand for.
RAY: Our mystery men.
Say they had business with Jun,
were told he'd be there this weekend.
OMAR: "Mr. Jun's plans changed.
And he won't be here. Maybe I can assist you."
So the boss stood them up?
Well, Han might actually know something... [stammers]
We might actually be getting somewhere.
So, what exactly happened with Jace and his Trident?
Focus up, Sonny.
Intel team ID'd our mystery men.
High-ranking members of Los Valentes.
Leader is Jaime Diaz,
street named Rasposo.
Cartel in these parts? This is huge.
Han welcoming major players in Mexico's drug game
links Jun to the fentanyl trade.
And it's also a sign that Han may be involved
in Jun's illegal business.
Her conversation with the Valentes could be a gold mine.
Let's take the win we've stumbled into here.
Bravo can grab the Valentes,
and we'll get intel from them about Jun
and other areas of interest for the DEA.
Well, storm means no one's going anywhere for a while.
Bravo will continue to monitor the situation.
OMAR: If Davis knew we were trapped
in this Dutch oven, she wouldn't have told us
to stay and observe.
[objects clatter nearby]
Is Sonny working on his Stone Cold Stunner with the AC?
[metallic clanging]
He's just probably blowing off steam, that's all.
Cartel guys seem like they need to do the same.
RAY: Rasposo wants to know
where Jun is, why he isn't here.
We got something in common.
OMAR: Still insisting she doesn't know.
Jun's plans change unexpectedly,
offered her his beach house if she wanted it.
DREW: Looks like the small talk portion of the evening's over.
All right, things are escalating quickly. I'll read Jason in.
I'll get Sonny.
[clanging continues]
- [metallic clanging] - [Sonny grunting]
Ho! Ho!
[grunts]
Really?
If I wanted to be watching cartel clowns on TV,
I would still be using Clay's password to Netflix.
Yeah, well, those clowns are starting to get aggro with Han.
Her son's in the house.
Yeah. And if it escalates any further,
my money says Jace is gonna want to intervene,
so whatever is spinning
in that thick skull of yours,
shut it down.
♪ ♪
[exhales sharply]
[thunder rumbling]
OMAR: If Han knows anything, she's not giving it up.
Guessing this isn't the cartel guys' first rodeo.
RAY: Not good.
- SONNY: No. - Shit.
SONNY: Let's hope these bad hombres don't find his kid.
Havoc, this is 1. Cartel's getting ready to get violent.
DAVIS [over radio]: Order to observe stands.
Havoc, I repeat,
the cartel is getting ready
to torture this woman and her husband.
How copy?
Copy, Bravo 1. Order to stay and observe stands.
Do you copy?
Copy. Bravo 1, out.
What, so Davis's plan is to just let the Valentes
torture Han for intel about Jun?
If Davis could see what we're seeing,
she would want us to intervene.
DREW: Jun trusts Han enough to let her vacation at his house.
Maybe she does know something.
Even if she were the mastermind behind the whole
fentanyl empire, does she deserve to get tortured?
- We got to do something. - Look. Look,
if Han was some AQ dirtbag,
would your trigger fingers be that itchy?
RAY: Torture just is...
- OMAR: Come on, man. - ...it's damn near impossible
to come back from. It feels wrong to benefit from it.
We all know what's gonna happen
to that little boy if the Valentes find him.
It is time we get froggy.
DREW: Even with cameras,
when you kick a door down,
you never know what's on the other side.
Drew's right.
It's the safest way to get the intel.
Protects my men and my mission.
- Of course you'd side with him. - OMAR: Come on.
Now you're concerned about safety
after that money heist bullshit?
Watch yourself, Bravo 2.
JASON: Orders are orders.
End of discussion.
That didn't seem to matter when we were in Myanmar
and you canked that op.
JASON: Fucking kidding me?
Look.
SONNY: We got to roll heavy, Jace.
No, I said fucking hold, you understand?
My team, my call.
When did you become so fucking soft
with torture and everything else?
Of course you want to barge in, playing hero.
What the fuck are you talking about, Ray?
I may have let it slip that you spoke up
- at Ben's sentencing hearing. - Yeah, I'm not hiding it from you, Ray.
With the Spenser House involvement
in Clay's situation...
You putting Clay's death on me?
Jesus, Ray, since when
- is everything about you? - JASON: Everybody shut the fuck up
and stand the fuck down.
You two are more concerned
about Bravo being Bravo,
and you're not watching each other's backs.
You're fucking stabbing 'em.
You want to talk about betrayal?
'Cause I heard that you offered up your Trident
after everything this damn team has done for you.
And since we've been on this deployment,
you've acted like
you've not wanted to be here.
So, if you've no interest
in being a frogman or in leading this team,
you need to stand the fuck aside
'cause Bravo's got work to do!
- You are way off base, Sonny. - The entire team is,
- thanks to Jace. - You just don't know
- when to shut up, do you? - You know,
I fucking offered up my Trident to Walch
so you assholes could get back in the fucking field.
I didn't want you to pay for my actions.
- So now we pay for your inaction. - Oh, shut the fuck up.
You have been on Bravo
five minutes and you think your word matters?
Bravo is still alive because of your master chief.
Bravo is on life support, no thanks to you,
'cause you got one fucking foot out the door.
I could have both my feet up in Vah Beach with my family
right now instead of coaching up Omar for the sake of Bravo.
- Coach me up? - Yeah.
Helicopter momming and second-guessing me,
throwing me a "good idea" bone on occasion?
What the fuck do you want, some kind of participation award?
Good fucking you, huh?
You got to earn your fucking stripes here, pal.
Oh, says the guy that's been babying Drew since day one.
RAY: Oh, you sound jealous, that's what you sound.
- SONNY: Oh, jealous? - RAY: Yeah, jealous.
No, I'm fucking pissed off because I got five men
in this room, and by my count three of 'em--
they don't give a rat's ass about Bravo.
JASON: I saved your fucking life
and your career more times than I can count.
And that's the fucking thanks I get from you?
Thirsty for action, boss? This is a nice change of pace.
- Fuck you, daisy boy. - You think you don't need coaching as 2IC?
You were right, Sonny!
I did join the Navy looking for a better family
than the one I grew up with.
I found 'em, too.
Straight out of Green Team.
And then one day, less than a year later,
I'm home in Vah Beach,
Command calls me in.
Sat me down,
told me my team
was led into a trap in J-bad.
And kaboom.
You know, my team leader.
[voice breaking]: My brothers.
Even the dog.
You know, my new family.
Gone.
You were on Echo?
Holy fucking shit.
Yo, I'm sorry. I...
I didn't even know Echo was down a man when that happened.
You knew about this, Jace.
Didn't you?
Yeah, I did.
The old Bravo 1,
he would've read us in the second
that Drew joined the team.
His story to tell.
[thunder crashing]
[sighs]
This, uh...
This all got too heavy.
Keep your eyes on the monitors.
All those rumors at Command, and not one about you and Echo.
I don't wear it on my sleeve.
Let's just be quiet professionals.
[clears throat] Roger that.
I understand you not airing Drew's dirty laundry
with the whole team, but you could've looped me in.
Why?
He proved himself in Sweden, Ray.
Well, for one, I could have...
I could've checked Sonny on banging
the Bravo brotherhood drum so damn hard.
- Avoided this whole collision with Drew. - [phone rings]
Come on, man, you really want to spend your last few days
before retiring on this stuff?
- OMAR: Jason, a call for you. - What?
Ah, I got to take that. Could be Mikey.
[thunder crashes]
That's a weird time to get a snack.
Would you just get off Jason's ass, man?
It's not Jason. It's Los Valentes.
"If you want to spare your husband more pain,
tell me where Jun is."
If Han knew anything, she would've given it up by now.
No, maybe she's unhappy.
Husband tortured to death by a cartel's
cheaper than divorce.
That's dark, even for you.
Maybe turning on family's contagious.
Hey, Ray.
Going after J was a real paste-eater move,
but...
you realize something's up with him.
You had every right to challenge him
on not reading you in about Drew.
You both have run with Jason long enough to know
that nothing matters more to him than his men and his mission.
And he hasn't done one damn thing to put that in doubt.
But you are right, he has changed in one way.
That shit you just pulled?
Old Bravo 1 would've had you eating through a tube
for the rest of your days.
DREW: Uh, guys?
You need to see this.
Oh, shit, these cowards really worked him over.
Nope, that's it.
Just when you think war's run out of ways to surprise you,
you watch a man get sparkling-waterboarded.
Carbonated water's an old Mexican police
interrogation technique-- tehuacanazo torture.
Fuck this.
Jace, shit's getting way too real
to just sit back and observe.
Team's still not a democracy, Sonny.
Oh, fuck.
What?
Where's this kid going now?
RAY: Yeah, they must've heard him.
[thunder crashes]
- DREW: Shit, we lost the connection. - Aw, fuck.
- Damn. - Get the feed back on now, will you?
Well, I can't. The-the storm must've killed the signal.
We're in the blind.
Shit, we can't stay and observe if we can't observe.
SONNY: Jace, you need to let us do what we used to do best.
Kick fucking doors in.
What's the call, Jace?
[thunder rumbling]
[muffled shouting]
[Rasposo shouting in Chinese]
- [loud bang] - [Han screams]
[Rasposo speaking Spanish]
- [Han screams] - [Rasposo shouts in Chinese]
[Rasposo speaking Spanish]
- [Rasposo speaking Chinese] - [Han crying]
[Rasposo speaking Spanish]
[muffled gunshot]
[Rasposo shouts in Spanish, screams]
All clear.
[Han and Li crying]
We're Americans. We're here to help you and your family.
But you're gonna have to come with us.
Good?
He's fine, he's fine.
Come on, go, go, go...
[crying]
Yeah, grab the SSE, pull our equipment.
Don't leave a trace. Let's move.
♪ ♪
Well, you've barely said a word since Malaysia.
Ah, just enjoying the AC, Ray.
[Ray chuckles]
Yeah. [clears throat]
Just wish you hadn't had a Bravo mutiny
on top of, uh, Mikey's situation.
Ah, come on, we're jammed together, hotter than hell.
Emotions are bound to get high.
It's not exactly how I would have drawn up
solving our chemistry problem, but...
you know, that blowup
might actually pull Bravo together.
- [knocking] - BROCK: Collecting weapons to return to the armory.
That was, uh,
one badass shot you took at that Valente.
Huh?
It's good for the guys to see Bravo 1
- rise to the occasion. - Mm-hmm.
Yeah, save the day like always.
- JASON: Right. - [Ray clicks tongue]
Between them and Curtis,
you just proved the haters wrong.
But don't think I didn't see you
looking to Drew to take that shot.
Come on.
Best marksman on Bravo, Ray, you know that.
True, but it's unlike you to pass up
making the game-winner.
And...
I think I know why you balked this time.
It's rust.
I felt it, too, in Sweden
after not firing a round that counted for months.
It's just lucky for that kid,
smoking dirtbags is part of your DNA.
Maybe the biggest part.
[phone chiming]
[sighs, clears throat]
[sighs]
That's Mikey's doctor.
He, uh, wants me to give him a call.
Oh, well, you know, Omar and I can handle the debrief.
Just, uh, give Mikey my best.
- All right, yeah. - Yeah.
[groans]
MILES: So, you took "stay and observe"
to mean "break into a house without telling us
and take out four perfectly good HUMINT sources"?
Oh, we wish we could have read you in, ma'am,
but... the storm messed up our comms.
Wasn't a total bust, though.
Omar?
We pulled a bunch of intel from the Valentes cartel.
Next best thing to interrogating them about Jun.
It's better than nothing.
I'll have my team start processing it.
[door opens, closes]
Well, the op wasn't the failure she's making it out to be.
Turns out, Han getting tortured by her boss's enemies and then
heroically rescued by a team of Americans
made her willing to cooperate with us.
Well, you could say it like it's good news, Davis.
Maybe I didn't need to push it so far.
Han may have shifted her allegiances
without having to watch her family almost get killed.
Yeah, maybe.
Or maybe not.
You do the best you can with what you know...
...and when you know better, you do better.
That's the hardest lesson to learn being a leader.
So... it's no use second-guessing your calls.
You trust your gut, and the people around you will, too.
I know I do.
Now, that actually sounded like coaching.
[Drew clears throat]
You know, I...
...I can't seem to shake what happened
to you with Echo.
I'm sorry this is so hard for you.
Yeah.
You know, when Clay died...
...I was, uh, I was on the other side of the world.
Well, damn near broke me, losing my battle-boo.
And the only reason it didn't is because...
well...
I, uh...
had my brothers here to keep my head on straight.
What part of "quiet professional"
don't you understand?
Yeah, I was just trying to explain to you
why I've been pushing so hard...
the Bravo brotherhood.
'Cause, Drew, I know where I would be if...
if I didn't have them.
And I didn't realize
how painful
that would be for you.
And...
...I'm sorry.
Okay?
- I'll ease up. - OMAR: But you ever change your mind,
you want to talk, we're here.
There is one thing.
What's that?
Either of you chucklefucks
ever call me your "battle-boo,"
- we're throwing hands. - [laughter]
- Roger that. - [indistinct chatter]
Excuse me. I'm gonna fleece a terrible card player.
[Omar chuckles]
[sighs]
Wow. Wow.
Losing Clay-- that was hard enough.
I can't even imagine having your whole world
just ripped right out from you.
Yeah, unimaginable things happen all the time.
It's not the bad shit that defines you.
It's how you come back from it.
Hmm.
Come on, they can deal us in.
Actually, like, go ahead. I'll meet you.
- Hey, Ray. - Huh?
Look, um...
...you know I don't think that...
that Clay's death is your fault, right?
The way he went out
is still hard for me to wrap my head around.
Yeah. And-and-and Ben...
just needed a teammate.
And I'm trying to be more than a...
a knuckle-dragger, like Clay thought I could be.
Look, Sonny, we're cool, brother, all right?
But you ever go at Jason like that again...
Boss.
- About what Sonny and I said. - [Jason sighs]
We know we crossed the line, and we're prepared
to do whatever is necessary to uncross it.
SONNY: You know, nearly sacrificing your career
for the sake of your teammates
is why you're the heart of Bravo.
Yeah. Well, you know what?
This job already has too many regrets...
that we don't need or deserve.
We're good. We're good.
OMAR: I'm glad Command didn't accept your offer.
This team needs Bravo 1.
Yeah, well, I hope not, because you're gonna have
to manage without me.
You're leaving?
- Is Mikey that bad? - Yeah. ACL.
Gonna need reconstructive surgery,
so I got to be there for him.
Jace, I've never even seen you think
about leaving in the middle of a deployment.
I got to go.
Yeah, my son needs me.
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