Previously on SEAL Team...
I paid way more than I earned.
War always has the last word.
The plant is run as a shell company
by Jun Yilin.
Jun will be vacationing on Penang Island.
OMAR: We'll need SOTVS kits and snatch gear.
SONNY: That fella looks too young to be Jun.
ID'd our party crashers.
Han Min, CFO of Jun's legitimate business.
My brothers-- gone.
You were on Echo?
Cartel in these parts? This is huge.
- [shouting] - OMAR: We're Americans.
DAVIS: Turns out Han getting tortured by her boss' enemy
made her willing to cooperate with us.
JASON: Uh, that was Mikey's hockey coach.
He's heading to the E.R.
If you have no interest in leading this team,
you need to stand the fuck aside.
I got to go.
Yeah, my son needs me.
[laughing]
Come on, man, he's just too damn old. His memory's shot.
His motor skills are deteriorating.
I mean, the guy needs a damn cognitive test right now.
How the hell you gonna make Hannah's fiancé take a test?
He's only ten years older than you.
That's an entire decade, okay?
That-that-that is disgraceful.
My grandfather was 60 years older than his fifth wife.
Hell's the point at that age?
Oh, man was a chemical tycoon.
Safe bet he had a good mixologist.
And a heart of gold, apparently.
Not exactly. You know, I asked him why he kept getting married,
he said he missed the cheating.
[laughing]
Well, Jace reports Mikey is healing nicely.
Oh, great. So when's he coming back?
He's gonna stick it out till Mikey goes back to school.
Wow, he's a lot different from the guy
that missed his own son's birth.
Could be classic team guy daddy issues.
Trying to prove something.
Or maybe with this downshift in warfare,
he doesn't feel the need to be all in all the time.
I know being outside the wire without Bravo 1 feels off,
but, uh, we should be happy he's finally
putting his family first.
Yeah, I feel like such an ass for
talking all that shit in Malaysia,
but with Clay gone, you retiring,
and this new evolved version of Bravo 1,
I'm...
just worried this team I-I love is-is gone forever.
Let's pump the brakes on writing Bravo's obituary, okay?
Jace felt comfortable leaving because he knows we can execute.
Doesn't mean anything more than that.
[phones ringing]
Speaking of.
I, uh, talked to your physical therapist, right,
you start your, uh, P.T. on Monday,
- all right? - Mm.
Come on, you'll be happy about that. What's your pain level?
- Five. - Five?
Okay.
That's much better than yesterday was a six.
Yup. [grunts]
Guess your brain pills are working.
Yeah, they are working. Thank you. It's good stuff here.
So what is your workload today like?
I got an English essay.
- What about you? - Me?
I got some recall exercises, some matching exercises,
and I tell you what, if I'm feeling, like,
really crazy, you know, maybe I'll do a word puzzle.
Here you go.
Here's your Percocet.
That's your painkiller, understand?
Got it? We got seven left after that one.
Got to start weaning you off.
Cool.
When do you go back to Bravo?
What, are you getting sick of me already?
- No. - Yeah, you are.
I'm not getting sick of you.
- You want me out, don't you? - No.
Yeah, you do.
No, I just...
I don't want to keep you away from the team
and the important stuff you guys were doing over there.
All right, look, man. You are my priority.
Hundred percent. Full attention. We're good.
- Cool. - All right.
- Hey. - Yeah?
Maybe later we can break down my game film again.
My face-offs are in need of your expertise.
- Game on. All right, first, ice, right? Okay. - Yeah.
- [sharp exhale] - I know.
- Never gets better. - Rest and heal.
- Game footage next, all right. - [chuckles]
♪ ♪
SONNY: So, got another stakeout for us, Davis?
Actually, an approved target package to capture Jun Yilin.
Oh, I'll take a second shot at our fentanyl precursor magnate.
Serves Jun right for nearly getting his CFO
killed by the cartel.
Well, after you saved her family,
Han gave us verifiable intel on Jun's movements.
Why I don't loan out the family beach house to anyone.
Jun's staying in Battambang, Cambodia
for the next three days.
So we're approved to capture him?
Capture, yes. Extradite, no.
The U.S. doesn't have an extradition treaty
- with Cambodia. - What's the point of grabbing him
if we can't take him anywhere?
I'm working on the where.
We need permission
to bring him into Thailand,
so the legal system there can process him.
Oh, good, uh, things usually run smoothly
once lawyers get involved.
To that end, I will be engaging with my contact
in the Thai attorney general's office
on our extradition request.
Okay, so while you work your magic,
Bravo will set up surveillance at the hotel,
get a PID, and track Jun's movements.
So, once Miles gets approval, we grab Jun and bring him here.
The pressure's on, Agent Miles.
As much as it pains me to admit,
it might help to have one of you there with me.
The deputy A.G.
is what you guys would call a Frog Hog.
Having a SEAL there may fast-track approval.
It's a good idea, given the sensitive time
and nature of this op.
I'm gonna leave the rest up to you all.
All right.
JASON: Okay, you see that right there?
Right? You're not low enough in your stance.
All right? You got to choke up a little bit more.
Your stance has got to be wide and low. All right?
Your eye is on the puck, okay?
Hello. Hi. I'm your dad. Nice to meet you.
[laughs] Remember me? Okay?
All right, look at the ref's hand. Drops the puck.
Slash the opponent's stick, and then you got the puck.
You do that, you're gonna own the dot
- when you're back on the ice. - Yeah, if I get back on the ice.
First I got to get out of this and then I got to walk again
and then I got to go to rehab,
- and who knows how long... - Hey, easy.
How do we eat an elephant, Mikey?
One bite at a time, right?
- Come on. - [phone rings]
You got this.
[sighs]
All right, I got to go into Command
and sign some papers. Uh...
Probably gonna be a couple hours,
so I'll pick up dinner on the way back.
Mikey's favorite pasta. You good with that?
Okay, my knee hurts. Worse than earlier.
Oh, no, no.
It's way too early for another Percocet, all right?
- [safe keypad beeps] - All right.
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.
Give you an ibuprofen.
Yeah, ibuprofen doesn't work.
[scoffs] Doesn't work if you don't take it.
- Dad! - You got to take it. What?
My knee's killing me and I may never play again.
All right? Can you quit acting like this is nothing for me?
Look, you're gonna play again, you understand?
- You don't know that. - Relax.
You're young. You're healthy.
You're a Hayes. You're never out of the fight.
I'm stuck on this couch while my team's out there playing.
The fight's over.
Can I please just get another Percocet?
I understand that you're spinning right now.
I completely get that, all right?
But the last thing that you want
is to be relying on pain pills.
I've seen way too many of my brothers
lose that fight.
Got it?
That's not the way to work the problem.
Okay? Here.
Proud of you.
Omar, run us through the plan.
All right, so, we station two vehicles and drivers
around the corner from Jun's hotel.
Rest of the team spreads out inside,
gets eyes on our HVT.
What type of security is Jun rolling with?
Han says he always travels with two armed guards.
Right. Now, once we get eyes on Jun,
we sit on him until we get approval
to bring him into Thailand.
SONNY: Then we neutralize his security,
grab him,
and we make a Cambodian Cannonball Run for the border.
DREW: Well, who's gonna fluff the A.G.?
I nominate you, buddy.
- Mm... - SONNY: This guy's so slick
he could sell religion to the pope.
[laughs]
As warrant officer, it should probably be me.
Makes this a good opportunity for Omar to lead,
see what Bravo's future looks like.
Sure about that?
Just, you know, we're already down Bravo 1.
[smacks lips] Thanks for the vote of confidence.
You know what separates Bravo from the pack?
Our ability to adapt and overcome.
You guys got this. Come on.
SONNY: Go team.
Hey, um... Look, I...
I appreciate your support.
Look, uh, I know I've been stepping on your toes lately.
Showing these boys what you can do
will only make the transition smoother when I'm gone.
Well, I won't let Bravo down.
Hey.
Team thrives on everybody having a voice.
But at the end of the day,
team leader has to lead.
Yeah.
- All right, hey, Mike. Hey. - [Cerberus whining]
- We're good. Got some famous - [barking]
Italian meatballs.
I got your pasta bowls. Here we go. Okay.
Easy, kid, all right?
All right, all right. Slow down. Mikey, come on. Dinner's on.
All right, all right. Easy.
All right, shh. Mikey.
[Cerberus whining]
Mikey.
What the fuck?
Mikey.
Breathing? Mikey.
Mikey. All right, hold on.
Got to...
[dialing]
DISPATCHER: 911. What's your emergency?
Yeah, it's my son.
- EMT: Michael. Michael, can you hear me? - JASON: Come on, buddy.
- [Cerberus barking] - Can you tell me what happened?
I, uh, I got home, and he was unconscious.
His breathing was shallow.
EMT: Pulse is weak.
Pupils constricted.
Is he on any medication?
Uh, he's on Percocet. He just had ACL surgery.
EMT: Suspected oxy overdose.
Let's get him on oxygen and do Narcan.
It's not an overdose. You're not understanding.
It's not an overdose. Last time he took a pill was this morning.
That's right. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Seven left. He took one this morning.
- EMT: Come on, Michael. - That's the last time he took a Percocet.
- [EMT continuing] - It's not an overdose.
- EMT: Come on, Michael. - It should be working.
EMT: Deep breath. All right,
slide him and then move him.
On three. One, two, three,
- slide. One, two, three, - Slide.
transfer. Watch his head. Easy does it.
[Cerberus barking]
EMT: Transporting a 16-year-old male, unconscious,
in respiratory distress, suspected overdose.
It's not an overdose.
EMT: Unresponsive to Narcan.
EMT 2: We'll give a second dose en route.
- Stay with me, stay with me. - EMT: Deep breath.
Lieutenant.
Seems a person who finally got approval
to capture a fentanyl precursor magnate
might look a little more cheerful.
Well, smiling feels a little premature.
We still have a lot of hurdles to clear.
True.
Grabbing a Chinese national's not without risk.
Yeah, especially with Jason stateside
and Ray leading the diplomatic
rather than the tactical component of this op.
Well, even without those guys,
Bravo's still one of the finest spec ops around.
You're right, and... [clears throat]
grabbing Jun will give us much needed leverage over China.
But even if this thing goes sideways,
one hiccup won't end
the integrated deterrence experiment.
That depends on the hiccup.
This turns into an international incident with China,
Admiral Rivas' pet project will be the least of our concerns.
[door opens]
Assistant Deputy Attorney General Bhakdi Ratana,
Warrant Officer Ray Perry.
Welcome, my friends.
The Navy SEAL. It's a pleasure.
Pleasure's ours, sir.
Have you had a chance to look at the paperwork
we sent ahead?
I peg you as a breacher, Warrant Officer.
Or a corpsman.
Sniper.
Which means my eye is always on my target.
Such as our extradition request
- for Jun Yilin. - I've reviewed the paperwork.
Great. So, we're trying to get the process started,
but we need to bring him across the border first.
You part of any famous ops?
I'm really not at liberty to say, sir.
Save it for the book.
You really are a SEAL.
MILES: So, the paperwork?
Passed it up to my superiors. Out of my hands now.
The timing on this is sensitive.
My boss is in a high-level meeting that could take hours.
RAY: You get this done for us,
I'll buy you a beer,
tell you how the Captain Phillips op really went down.
Your request seems urgent enough
that I can interrupt her meeting.
I'll follow up with you personally
when I have an answer.
We look forward to your call.
SONNY [on comms]: 6, this is 3.
The tree-hugger at the end of the bar--
what are the chances he's wearing orthopedic sandals?
DREW: The designer watch, the Fabio locks:
I'd say he's a divorcé dealing with a midlife crisis.
Yeah, it's like we're looking at a Brock future.
DREW: Apt comparison,
given the Niners hat indicates he's used to losing.
Tie-dyed shirt, uh, that's a choice, too.
[light piano music playing]
[clears throat] Heads up, boys.
Got a PID. Two security, armed.
All right, well, we haven't got approval from Ray, so...
...what are we supposed to do?
OMAR: Sit tight, keep our comms clear.
Well, this place is drier than a popcorn fart.
Well, especially since I, uh, told Drew
I'd lay off all the fake rumors.
[Drew chuckles]
Not all were fake, so you know.
See? I knew it.
Which ones? [crunching]
Breaking your promise to Drew and orders from me,
all in one breath.
When I drove the Humvee over the spike strips,
everyone always says it was Iraq.
It was Afghanistan.
Well, son of a bitch.
You know?
But driving a Humvee drunk,
that's a real fuckstick move.
I wasn't drunk, I was drinking.
Well, how the hell'd you get off, then?
Steve Porter covered for me with Command.
They sent me home as punishment.
That's why I wasn't there.
That's when...
That's when Echo was blown up.
Huh.
Jesus.
That's brutal, man. I'm sorry.
SONNY: 6,
your three o'clock keeps mugging our guy.
Got another one at my nine.
SONNY: Nine o'clock's packing.
He's got an in-ear in, too.
SONNY: This feels like a hit team.
DREW: Takes one to know one.
Could be Jun's beefing up his security after the factory hit.
SONNY: Okay, these guys look like they're ready to play offense,
- not defense. - OMAR: We don't know that.
Well, we do not not know that.
Hold what you've got.
Well, we've got permission to grab him.
But no approval to cross the border.
We'll cause a shitstorm if we snatch him but can't exfil.
Homeboys only got eyes for Jun.
Might mean they're watching his back, not aiming for it.
DREW: Well, they're not moving.
Well...
so we can.
All right, looks like they're
- getting ready to move. - Hold what you've got.
[indistinct chatter]
TRENT: 2, be advised,
an up-armored SUV just arrived on station.
Probably the rest of the team arriving
- to make their move. - We need to move first.
- Could be Jun's ride. - SONNY: This whole deployment
goes up in smoke if we lose this HVT.
You understand that?
Risk blowing the op if we move too soon.
DREW: Now, we've ID'd these guys
but they haven't seen us. And we have
the fucking lead here, got to stay one step ahead.
Let me think.
This is our only shot.
Fuck it. Let's move, now.
[indistinct conversations]
[grunts]
- [grunting] - [urinal flushes]
[gasps, panting]
4 and 5, prepare for exfil
via the southeast emergency exit.
[engine starts]
All right, pat him down. Come on.
I know what I'm fucking doing.
Get his smartwatch, grab it.
Got the phone? He's got a phone?
DREW: Phone.
OMAR: Throw it in the bag, let's go.
We're good.
♪ ♪
TRENT: Looks like the other team's ride is still here.
OMAR: If it even was another team.
OMAR [over radio]: Havoc, this is 2. I pass Frida.
Go again, 2.
We identified another potential team
getting ready to grab our HVT.
Time wasn't on our side, had to make a call.
You have the HVT in custody?
Affirmative.
But we might not get approval for hours.
If we get approval.
Moving on him prematurely was not the plan.
You sure it was another hit team?
Only way to be certain could've meant total mission failure.
Let's hope it was the right call, 2.
Wasn't much of a choice, Havoc.
Copy that, Havoc.
Standing by for further instructions.
Head towards the border, stay off the main roads and...
pray we get approval to bring the HVT here.
EMT 2: Not stable whatsoever.
Breathe. Stay with me, Mikey.
- Need some attention here! - Stay with me, son. - DOCTOR: What have we got?
EMT: 16-year-old male, stopped breathing in the ambulance.
We got him on bag and mask,
but he's gonna need intubation, stat.
Gave two doses of Narcan, no response.
Sorry, sir. This is as far as you can go. Sorry.
That's my son.
That's my son. My...
Fuck.
♪
2, this is 3. We've been on the road
for about an hour or so and 5 here
is gonna have to take a little potty break soon.
Your judgement's suspect, 3. You just got spooked
by Cambodia's best 98 Degrees cover band.
Well, that boy band was armed and dangerous.
And didn't make a move on Jun.
You all panicked.
You forced me to make a call that I knew was...
[grunting]
- Whoa. - Whoa. Oh, shit.
5, flank the up-armored.
Take away their cover! Go! Out, out!
[gunfire]
Havoc, this is 2. We have troops in contact.
Say again, troops in contact!
Good copy, 2.
Get Davis on VTC.
DREW: Check fire!
Go, go!
Let's go! Last man!
- [grunting] - [gunfire continuing]
- I'm up! - OMAR: Go.
Havoc, this is 2, we're back on the road.
We need to get off the street.
Good copy, 2. Working to find you a place to lie low.
- Is Jun secure? - Barely.
It's a good thing that they grabbed him when they did.
Is it?
I mean, they put themselves in the crosshairs by doing so.
You would've made the exact same call if you were there.
It's harder working a radio than a rifle
when my teammates are under fire.
I've come to learn even though
I'm not boots on the ground,
I'm still in the fight with them.
I found a place for Bravo. About 20 minutes
from the border. Agency used it during the Reagan era
in their proxy fight against the communist regime.
2, sending you coordinates for a safe house
about 20 minutes from the border.
Should be able to hide out there
until this approval comes through.
That's a good copy. 2 out.
Find a spot to pull over so we can regroup.
F... Fuck!
SUV that ambushed us is the same fucking one
- I saw from the hotel. - You sure?
- Positive. - SONNY: I told you
those dudes were there to grab Jun.
I'd say they're still fucking trying.
Find out if he knows who they are.
Hey, man. You speak English?
If he did, you think he'd tell you?
Who the fuck were those guys following us?
Put his hood on.
You said they were trailing us since the hotel?
That's 60 miles. I would have spotted them.
Then how the fuck were they tracking us?
Not us. Jun.
Pat him down again.
SONNY: Ah, fucking shit.
OMAR: How'd you fucking miss this?!
Well, we were moving fast.
I should've fucking caught it.
Hey. You led them right fucking to us.
SONNY: Omar. Ease up, man.
I told you two to say focused
and your dicking around nearly got us killed.
The only reason we had a shot at mission success
is thanks to us for sniffing out the hit team.
DREW: If we didn't force you to make the call,
we'd still be sitting in the hotel lobby
with our thumbs up our asses.
You're an asshole, Drew.
No wonder Steve Porter sidelined you.
Fucking go.
[indistinct announcements over P.A.]
Hey, Em. Listen, it's Dad. Um,
I had to take, uh, Mikey to the hospital.
It was nothing serious, it's just a...
reaction to... to something. He's, uh...
he's gonna be good. Um...
I'll get back to you when I can, honey. I love you.
Come on, come on.
Hey, Mandy, it's, uh, it's me.
Look, um...
I don't know when you, uh...
get back from your trip, uh,
you know, time and all, but, um,
can-can you give me a call back?
I... Listen, I had to take Mikey to the hospital
and, um, I don't know...
NURSE: Mr. Hayes?
Listen, uh, call me back.
It's about my son? Is-is he okay?
You son has been stabilized.
Okay. Uh, can I see him?
He's been moved to a room in acute care.
Um, I'll take you there.
[monitor beeping steadily]
What the hell happened, Mikey?
What happened, son?
Mr. Hayes? I'm Dr. Morris.
All right, finally. You know, somebody can start telling me
what's going on here. Is he-is he gonna be okay?
I know it isn't easy to see him hooked up to all this.
Michael's blood test showed tranq in his system.
- Tranq? - It's a street drug
made of fentanyl mixed with xylazine,
an animal tranquilizer.
That's why the EMTs' Narcan didn't work immediately.
[stammers] Street drug?
No, no. No...
Mikey's not on drugs.
I can have a social worker come by,
talk to you about treatment options.
My son is not on drugs.
Okay? He just had ACL surgery.
I was giving him Percocet, all right?
When he wakes up, we can have all that cleared up, okay?
By the way, when's he gonna wake up?
When your son stopped breathing,
his brain was deprived of oxygen.
[gasps]
We are keeping him sedated.
What?
Letting the machines help with functioning
so his brain can repair any damage from the hypoxia.
- What? - We'll monitor him,
and bring him out of sedation when it's safe.
Mr. Hayes, we're doing everything we can.
Please, try to get some rest.
[inhales deeply]
[exhales]
Got to be fucking kidding me.
Mikey.
Mikey, it's all right, man.
It's all right.
[sniffles]
[sighs, sniffles]
[exhales]
[phone chimes]
"Take pill."
Got to be kidding me. You're on the schedule.
All right.
Okay.
All right.
Okay.
Clear.
Place was abandoned long ago. Needs some work.
Kind of like Bravo.
Jun's secured. Seems terrified.
You think that team was trying to snatch him or take him out?
We offer our opinion,
is that gonna be used against us later, huh?
It didn't feel like they were interested
in getting Jun out alive.
Agree.
All right, I want a security assessment and inventory
of our gear.
Fuck.
Havoc, this is 2.
We made it to the target house. How copy, over?
2, this is HAVOC. Ambush proves you made
the right call grabbing the HVT. Nice work.
Copy.
Look, we dumped our ride.
Requesting two up-armored vehicles
and an update on the approval.
Still no word and we don't have any ground assets on hand.
But we do have an ISR platform moving overhead.
I'll scan the area.
- Copy. - DREW: Lots of entry points
need to be secured if trouble returns.
What'd you find, Sonny?
Place must've been an armory. Old arms cache.
Some boom-boom.
'Nam-era guns and ammo.
Yeah, but, uh, buried under rusty
machine parts and rotting junk.
Safe house doesn't feel very safe.
Especially with that hit team still out there somewhere.
RAY: 2, this is Havoc.
There's a vehicle you can grab about 200 meters
opposite the way you came in.
Should work till I can get you a better solution.
All right. Uh, Trent, you take Brock...
I'll go with him.
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct announcement over P.A.]
Mr. Hayes.
Doug.
How-How's Mikey? Is-is he okay?
Can I... can I see him?
Maybe, when he wakes up.
Look, Doug, I'm just trying to
understand what happened here.
Okay?
His last few texts were with you.
Yes, sir. Um...
he... he was bored,
so I went over to play Call of Duty.
And after a while, he said that his knee hurt,
so I got him some ice.
But, uh, it wasn't working.
Well, that's why I left out the ibuprofen.
He-he said that he needed something stronger.
Stronger?
But the pain pills were locked in the safe.
And he didn't know the code.
Look, Doug.
I...
I'm not looking to get you in trouble here.
I'm just trying to understand
what happened to my son
and why he's here right now, okay?
That's all. You got to help me out.
Y-Yeah, um...
when... when I got hurt wrestling,
a-a teammate gave me some pain pills
from a friend of his.
And I never used any, but they were still in my bag.
Mikey didn't know when you'd be home, sir,
so he-he t-took one
- as I was leaving. - Oh, my...
- oh, my God. - I'm-I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry, sir.
It's not your fault, Doug.
[soft clattering]
Hey, look, what I said earlier--
that shot about Steve Porter.
That was bullshit.
Weaponizing my self-doubt is great leadership, I know.
[exhales]
All I've focused on the last nine years is...
becoming a team leader.
Now I get my shot and I can't seem to find my sea legs.
You know, everybody knows the right answer
until it's on them to make a decision.
It'll take time to trust yourself
to make the right calls.
But so far so good.
[scoffs] You and Sonny made the call to grab Jun.
I froze.
You know, the best leaders don't give a shit
about where the good ideas come from.
No, their only concerns are, you know, mission success
and getting home with a full head count.
I can, uh...
can tell those are your priorities, too.
Still a long way from getting us home.
But thanks.
Yeah.
[ventilator steadily pumping]
NURSE: Time to rotate him.
All right.
You turned down the, uh, ventilator.
That mean he can breath on his own, right?
Too much time on a respirator can impact his kidneys.
Just trying to balance how much stress
is on his brain versus his other organs.
The good news is your son was healthy
before his body was deprived of oxygen.
So we're just monitoring his lungs,
his heart and his kidneys.
We won't be able to run any cognitive tests on him
until he wakes up,
but his hypoxic event was less than three minutes,
so there's very low risk
that he'll, uh,
be in a persistent vegetative state.
Persistent vegetative state.
Jesus, what...
Okay, short of that...
...what's my son looking at here?
Many patients who experience a temporary lack of oxygen
to the brain report symptoms such as confusion,
um, irritability, difficulty concentrating,
- memory issues. - Just...
Okay, what-what are we doing right now
to prevent all of that from happening?
We can't address his symptoms until we know what they are.
All we can do right now
is wait.
[sighs] Okay.
[exhales]
Thank you.
What was the point in taking me away from my team
if the AG can't get our request approved?
This is a highly sensitive request.
We knew it would take time.
But we didn't know my teammates would nearly get killed.
I'm sorry.
I know you're doing everything you can.
We will get them out.
[phone vibrates]
This is unexpected.
What's the latest back there?
JASON: You still waiting on another op?
Team's outside the wire now.
What do you mean? You're not with them?
I had to liaison.
It was a simple snatch and grab.
There's no such thing as a simple op, Ray.
Okay, what's their status?
Evading a hit team who ambushed them.
What the fuck?
I feel as helpless as you do, okay?
All we can do is wait.
Yeah. Lot of that going on right now.
Waiting.
What do you mean by that?
How's Mike?
I got to go.
Uh, g-get Bravo home safe.
I only asked you to call me back.
Like I'd let you face this alone.
Our new vehicle's secured.
We clear to move out?
Still no approval.
New Bravo's gonna have a shorter lifespan than New Coke.
What a clusterfuck.
All right, look.
I know this op has been more of a shit show
than anyone expected and...
hell, I haven't helped.
But, come on. So long
as we stand shoulder to shoulder, I know this group
of brothers-- we can get out of anything.
Well, shit, Omar, it's kind of nice to see
you got some wild hog in you.
We're all adjusting to a new dynamic.
And you're right.
- I am an asshole. - SONNY: Yeah, you are.
[chuckles]
All right, so what's your take on this hit team, huh?
Uh, tactically sound.
That their-their ambush was textbook.
The tech on Jun's tracker seemed legit.
It ain't the Boy Scouts on our ass.
Yeah, between, uh, Jun's last signal location
and marking up our vehicles,
it's likely they have a lead on our pos.
All right, well, if that's true,
I don't like our chances out in the open.
We need to be ready to make a stand here.
I'll reinforce all entry points, except for the front door.
I've got an idea for that.
Trent, let's, uh, go check out what we can do
with this ancient ordnance.
If approval comes, we break out.
If not...
be ready for action. Yeah?
Come on.
All right, boys. Come on, get at it.
[monitor beeping steadily]
[sighs]
Every-every single symptom that the nurse listed
is exactly like TBI,
so the best-case scenario for my son
is that he's just gonna have a busted head
just like his dad.
Who says that's the best case?
They haven't even tested him yet.
I know this is terrifying.
But let's see what we're dealing with.
And then you can figure out how to sheepdog it, okay?
So, Mikey's respiration and heart rate
are in a very good place.
That mean it's, uh, it's time to wake him up.
- It is. - JASON: Okay.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
Ratana says you owe him a beer.
- We got approval? - Mm-hmm.
[sighs] Great work. Great work.
Perry.
RAY: What?
RAY: Bravo 2, this is Havoc, come in.
- Go for 2. We have our approval? - Copy, we do, but
ISR shows potential enemy massing near your position.
At least a half dozen, by my count.
Copy. Do we have time to break out to the vehicle
- and outrun them? - Negative.
Looks like they're prepping for an assault.
[radio static]
Bravo 2, did you copy my last?
Bravo 2?
[static continues]
Ah, it's the perfect time for the comms to go to shit.
- Enemy's jamming us. - TRENT: Yeah, they're probably
gonna kill the power next.
Operating out of Tier One playbook.
Then we're gonna be in a Tier One gunfight.
Whoa.
All right, they're starting their assault.
Never out of the fucking fight, boys.
Strength and honor, boys.
DREW: They'll be coming in NODs down.
If we can get this car battery to light up these bulbs,
we'll blind the enemy when they breach.
- Hey. - Got six enemy making an approach.
SONNY: We got to funnel 'em to the front door.
Hold. Hold.
Send it!
[gunfire continuing]
Keep pushing 'em that way.
Frag out!
[gunfire continuing]
DREW: Enemy moving to the north entrance.
Hope we have enough juice to blow up these bulbs.
Good?
Let's fuckin' roll.
♪ ♪
Now!
Enemy's stacked at the rear door!
Sonny!
Seal the back door!
[grunting]
That should slow 'em down a bit.
Exfil, exfil! Go, go, go!
SONNY: Go, go, go.
OMAR: Exfil, exfil! Come on.
Go.
I tried every frequency we use
on three different radios, and still nothing.
And to top it off, the Thais told us
to pull our drone from Cambodian airspace,
so we don't even have eyes on.
Ray, you have done everything that you can.
Omar is more than capable to lead Bravo out of this.
- Nah, I should've been there. - A wise man once told me
we make the best calls we can
with the information we have.
I just can't help but feel like my teammates
keep paying the price when I try to do the right thing.
OMAR: All right, border's just a few more klicks.
You nearly blew the shit out of us with that charge, Sonny.
Hey, I-I never used actual TNT before.
- You don't say? - [Sonny chuckles]
What the...
Hey, uh,
we might not be out of the woods just yet, boys.
DREW: The truck appears to be mirroring us.
Gunfight'll shut down the border.
Hold fire until we know for sure.
The radios are still dead. If they're jamming us,
it means they're nearby.
Might have fried our comms back at the safe house.
SONNY: Well, if they're gonna hit us,
Confucius says, "It's now or never."
Holster your itchy trigger fingers
until we ID that vehicle.
Well, they're about to be alongside us.
- Close enough for us to ID them. - Or to vaporize us.
Check fire, civilians, check fire.
Good call, boss.
Hey, kiddo.
Hey. Hey.
They intubated you.
It's why your-your throat feels like sandpaper.
[raspy]: Dad?
Yeah?
What happened?
Why am I in the hospital?
You were in a lot of pain.
You had to work a problem that I created.
All right, man.
Here we are.
- RAY: Oh, shit. - Ooh.
- Hey, Ray. - RAY: I could not be happier to see your ugly faces.
[chuckles, grunts]
Picked a hell of an op to skip, brother. [chuckles]
You should consider being the next Miss Cleo
- when you retire, buddy. - [laughing]
I hated not being in the fight with you fellas.
The shit got heavy,
but our team leader had us pulling in the same direction.
Take a bow, Omar. You earned the win today.
Oh, home with a full head count's
the only victory that matters.
RAY: How about it, Sonny?
Still think Bravo is dead team walking?
Well, I am happy to report
that the rumors
of Bravo's demise were, uh...
- greatly exaggerated. - [chuckles]
Ain't that right, Magic Mike?
Come on.
Look at that guy.
- Ah! - [laughing]
ALL: Cheers.
[knocks]
Heard from the Ops Chief
Bravo brought your man across the border.
You want a chocolate chip to celebrate?
China learned we were bringing Jun
from Cambodia into Thailand
and they submitted their own extradition request.
And since Jun's a Chinese national,
China's request will take priority over the U.S.'s.
At least we know who was on Bravo's six in Cambodia.
Well, Bravo's coming home with a full head count,
so keep some perspective.
Coming home?
Multiple engagements.
China knows who they're up against.
So, not only do we lose Jun--
our proof of China's involvement with trafficking fentanyl--
but we also lose our best tool to find more intel
on the scope of their activities.
Total mission failure.
Well, not exactly.
Despite China stealing back their HVT,
Bravo and the DEA displayed proof of concept
for integrated deterrence.
I would call that a victory worth marking.
[monitor beeping steadily]
[indistinct announcement over P.A.]
Hey.
Why aren't you in with Mikey?
I had to, uh, read Emma in on what happened.
This was a scary accident.
Be grateful Mikey's gonna be okay.
Yeah. I'm grateful.
I am.
But maybe I should have listened to him.
You were protecting him, like any good parent would.
Right. Protecting him.
Look where that got him.
Seems like everything I touch just
seems to backfire on me.
[sighs] Yeah, I know
that underselling your parenting skills
is a favorite pastime,
but never forget how hard you've fought
to hold your family together.
Yeah.
You know, I met this former Green Beret
who, uh, thinks the idea
of, uh, warriors like us
having a balanced life is just a...
just a fantasy.
Just a fantasy.
Right.
He thinks that war has the last word.
Just because this guy
says your worst fears out loud doesn't make them true.
Well, one of the reasons why I came back home was to...
to prove that he was wrong, yeah?
To show that I could finally have a balanced life
being Bravo 1
and a dad.
Yeah.
Well, that just blew up in my face.
Because I almost got my son killed
and my teammates killed.
You're being too hard on yourself.
The progress that you've made is real.
Yeah.
Real.
You know, Mandy, I-I'm just
starting to believe that, uh,
that war does have the last word.
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