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Previously on SEAL Team...

My integrated deterrence partnership has been approved.

You ready for your new role at DEVGRU?

I won't let you down, sir.

Do you remember Ben,

the vet that Clay was trying to help?

Ben pled to, uh, felony vandalism.

Stella is gonna show up and ask for leniency.

She asked if I would go with her.

The job's changing,

op tempo with it.

If you've conquered all the demons

war made you endure, then Brad can, too.

That public temper tantrum that you threw

didn't win you many hearts and minds.

I would just like to know why my teammates

are suffering for my actions.

15 years as an exemplary SEAL,

and I end up in Command's doghouse.

- Not sure you all have met. - Drew Franklin.

- Thought he was an urban legend. - You're all here for an assignment.

You all will be spending the next month

working with Swedish SOG.

No, he can't boss me because he's not my boss.

He's Bravo 1, and he outranks all of us.

- Ah, this isn't an op. - Relax, dude.

It's detention.

We got active shooters in the mall.

This is a coordinated attack.

We got no weapons between us to take 'em out.

Shitbirds inside are using civilians for target practice.

Bombs and shooters?

This is more than a lone wolf attack.

So who's doing it?

- Feels like Mumbai or Beslan. - All that matters is,

whoever they are, they get put down hard.

- Where's a SAW when you need one? - All right, look.

Being unarmed, that doesn't make us helpless.

Ray, Omar, stay here, triage the wounded.

- We'll do what we can, boss. - All right, Brock,

Sonny, Drew, with me inside the mall.

We're gonna help whoever we can however we can, got it?

First responders are gonna need intel when they arrive.

Save 'em some time if you can get the shooters'

- numbers and locations. - All right, look.

Without comms, we use cell phones to communicate.

You better AirDrop those Bat Phone digits there,

Drewce Wayne.

Okay.

Got it. You solid?

- Let's move. - Jace.

You sure you don't want me or Omar inside instead of Drew?

Guy's a total wild card.

That's exactly why I want him on my hip,

so I can manage him, all right?

Roger that.

Move. Get to your right.

I've got an unknown over here.

Sonny, Brock, bump up.

See if you can get eyes on the shooter.

Okay, easy. Help him out.

Come on.

- Anything? - The lights are on

but nobody's answering.

- Should we exfil him? - Nah, the people deeper inside

the mall are more in danger.

Let's try and get him up. Go easy.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Over here.

Help us out with this guy.

We got to get him out now.

Easy on his leg. All right?

Go to your right. Okay, move, move.

Sounds like the good guys with guns are coming.

It's about fucking time.

Sonny?

I got eyes on three of these assholes.

They got AKs, chest rigs and sidearms.

Is that all of them?

Think there's a fourth. Haven't seen him yet,

but I can definitely hear his gun.

It's carnage, Jace.

We just got to keep doing what we're doing till the cops

storm this fucking place with guns a-blazing.

Get down!

Get down!

Get down!

Folks are Swedish fish in a barrel.

We can't just watch them get mowed down.

It's a good thing this guy can't hit

- two targets at the same time. - Playing decoy

without our kit ain't a good idea, Jace.

I've got this, old-timers.

Easy, all right?

Save that speed for the civilians.

When I move, you move.

Come on!

Go, go, go!

Down the stairs, let's go.

Copy that, 1.

I'll relay that info.

Hey.

I'm going to give the police an intel dump from Jason.

- You good? - Solid. Go.

- All right. - All right, let's see here.

Oh, oh...

Uh...

Oh, oh. I'm an American, I'm here to help.

What are you doing here?

I'm U.S. military, here on a training exercise.

Four of my teammates are inside helping to evacuate people.

When are you moving in?

Ambulance and paramedics are on their way.

What about the shooters?

You need to assault. People are dying.

Talk to me, Ray.

Yeah, the police are here, but they're holding

for their tactical team to show up.

Fuck SWAT. Fucking clown show.

Yeah.

Nobody's moving in?

Waiting for the goddamn tactical team.

That could take hours.

You remember Nairobi?

These people don't got time, Jace.

Yeah, we're the only motherfuckers here

who can do anything.

Time to go on the offensive.

Four guys with AKs against four guys with cell phones

isn't a fair fight, almighty Bravo or not.

Nancy Drew already solved this case.

Our arsenal is as thin as a fiddle string.

My grandninny always taught me not

to dig up more snakes than I could kill.

Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.

One step at a time.

- Yeah, what's step one? - Get a gun.

What have you got?

Broken femur. Makeshift splint isn't much help.

We need to stabilize it.

The ambulance should be here soon.

It's got to be her femoral artery.

Broken bone must've cut it.

All right, look, we need

to rig up a pressure dressing to buy us some time.

Samara...

Hey, look, grab me that baby bottle.

Thinking the lid

- will make a plug for the artery? - I'm gonna try.

It won't hold long.

What, are you worried about her lungs?

Blast wave injuries are tricky

without that X-ray vision.

Oh, God, this isn't working.

Hey.

Let me, uh...

let me see if the cops

have a trauma kit with a proper tourniquet, okay?

All right, but what about the girl? She okay?

Keep an eye on her.

Looks like we found our rifle, boys.

We're getting sucked into the room.

Brock, how long will it take for Pepper

to get on the bite from here?

About five seconds or so.

About three fewer seconds

than it takes to reload an AK.

As soon as he goes dry, you send him.

We're gonna need to be on him fast.

Follow the dog.

- Dead nuts sprint. - Fuck yeah.

Pepper...

50 grand of dog training finally pays off, right?

I got dibs on the big gun.

Jackpot. Now we can finally get in these psychos' game plan.

Yeah, if only any of us spoke Swedish.

Hey.

Over here. Come here.

You speak English?

Ja.

This is what I want you to do, I want you to head that way,

back to the main entrance. It's all clear there.

Give this to the police. You understand?

Good.

All right, look, we got two teams.

Me and Drew with the Glock,

Sonny, Brock, the AK.

- Got it? - We got three guys that are still vertical.

What's the plan, Jace?

Straight hunter killer.

Put them down and end this.

Straight up. Sonny, head east.

- We got west. Let's roll. - Let's go make that Navy money.

Samara?

Samara?

Samara!

Help her, please.

Please! Please...

If the plug comes out of your leg,

you'll die.

You're too weak to hold it.

If she dies, I have no reason to live.

Please, I can manage.

If you save her, you'll have saved me, too.

Please. Please!

All right, just-just, just keep holding tight.

All right, I'm gonna relieve the pressure

that's built up in her chest cavity.

Let's move.

What's Swedish for Mexican standoff?

Sure could use that rifle right now.

Can Pepper fetch as good as she takes a shit?

Not a chance.

Right, left. Right, right, right, left.

Hey.

- Please... - Where you hurt?

My leg. They shot me.

That's a lot of blood.

We'll need to get him back to the CCP.

I can't leave.

I sent my children inside that store to hide.

Slow down, all right? You're no good to 'em out here like this,

you understand me?

I promise I'll get your kids

back to you safe.

- Here. - No, no, no, you take it.

There could be more enemy back there where we cleared before.

You understand? Plus he's gonna slow you down.

Let's get him up.

- Okay. - Got it?

Got him?

- Hey, keep your head on a swivel. - I got you.

I got two mags left.

Nothing's gonna change unless something changes.

Then we got to flank him.

That's gonna be awful hard with one weapon.

He's got to think he's being flanked on both sides, okay?

- Here, take this. - Okay.

Time to shine, Pepper. Let's go, baby.

Set. Set, set.

Pepper!

That's three down.

Make sure you grab his rifle.

How do you not have one single trauma kit?

You got a woman fighting for her life over there.

Look, if you won't do something for the people inside,

at least do something for the people out here.

What?

What is it?

Go.

That radio you grabbed was a gold mine.

Police just told me there's a third enemy element operating.

Third element? What are you fucking talking about, Ray?

We just took out three shooters.

It's mobile, Jason.

Suicide bomber headed straight for the CCP.

They're targeting all the people we saved.

All right, get Sonny and Brock back to the CCP.

It's obvious that we're the only ones who know how to deal

with a vehicle-borne IED.

Okay, what about you?

Look, I got kids in here

and at least one more shooter. Move.

Copy.

Whoa, easy.

Easy. I'm your friend, I'm here to help you.

I'm gonna get you back to your dad.

Stand up, come on.

We're gonna get out of here. Everything's okay.

Okay...

Get in there.

- Get down! Get down! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

- whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... - Blue, blue, blue!

No, no, no.

These are my friends.

Struck out on the trauma kit.

Doesn't matter.

When Samara wakes up, her whole world's gonna turn upside down.

Hey.

I need you to get yourself back in the game, okay?

I'm solid.

What's going on?

We got a VBIED headed straight for us right now.

How far out?

They're trying to locate its position

listening in to their comms, but let's assume close.

All these people are hurt bad.

I mean, anyone still at the CCP is nonambulatory.

And we don't have time to move them.

All right, on us to hold the line then.

Well, I ain't ever been that good at math,

but my calculation's we're one gun short.

I write traffic tickets.

Appreciate the trust.

All right.

Well, some of us haven't fired a shot that counts since Mosul.

Get ready to knock that rust off.

Hey, Drew.

We could use a hand.

I got to get back inside.

Definitely not a team guy.

They're all sitting ducks out here.

So let's put a force field around them.

Come on, let's move.

Not exactly impenetrable.

We got to stack three more cars to be fully shields up.

- All right. - Vehicle is inbound!

Mag check.

Make sure you're hot.

Make your shots count!

If we can't stop the car, stop the driver.

Car's gonna make it through.

On me, on me!

Got to move, go, go! A few more feet!

Break off, break off! Break off!

Oh, please tell me that's the last of them.

Fuck.

It's over.

The assault team's moving in.

As my suggestion to individually review

potential joint operations met some resistance yesterday,

I'd like for us to walk through one together,

get a feel for the boxes that Naval Special Warfare

wants checked before signing on as a partner force.

Is it an appropriate use of Tier One assets,

the most lethal weapons we have against terrorists?

That's a fair question, Lieutenant Commander.

One of many that we need to be asking as SOCOM tries to balance

boots-on-the-ground counterterrorism actions

with state-level adversary deterrence efforts.

All due respect, Lieutenant Davis,

you're the only one in this room who's never actually been

boots on the ground fighting terrorists.

Well, if we're trading battle scars,

I took a rifle butt to the head from Venezuelan Special Police,

but I'd rather stay focused on the task at hand, sir.

The ATF is disrupting arms trafficking in the Caribbean.

Pretty sure Admiral Rivas said we're worried about

Russia, China, Iran.

The transnational criminal organizations

that are trafficking arms in the Caribbean

are disrupting and disabling America's backyard,

providing those nations with an opportunity to infiltrate...

Sorry to interrupt, but I need our ops officer.

Seems Bravo Team disrupted a terrorist attack.

Terrorist attack? In Sweden?

We don't have all the details yet,

but sounds like authorities there

were completely unprepared for something of this scale.

It's a good thing our door-kickers were there.

A reminder...

of what we do best.

Well, I won't pretend I'm sorry we're heading home early.

That was definitely the worst FID I ever been on.

Issues are usually boredom and bad food,

not a group of murderous ultranationalists.

Is that who they were?

Forgot to ask them before shooting them.

Yeah, the news had a statement claiming responsibility.

"Making a stand for the...

untainted heritage of their motherland."

A stand that got them wrecked after losing a five-gun lead?

- Right? - Yeah.

Bravo for the win.

Still feels like we could've done more.

Hey.

You saved that woman's daughter, man.

You granted her dying wish.

There's nothing more you could've done.

Okay?

Yeah.

Think Command bringing us home means

they're putting us back in the fight?

I mean, come on. What else they gonna do?

After we pulled that off, yeah?

Especially you, Pep.

Hey, Pep, yeah, yeah, right.

Yeah? Well, I'll tell you what, Pep.

Old Yeller... well, it makes me sadder than spilt bourbon.

Uh, definitely, uh,

all played our parts.

What do you say, Drew?

Yeah?

How'd it feel to be babysat by Bravo 1?

Huh?

Well, actually, it was the other way around,

since you asked.

- The hell you talking about? - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Don't encourage this huckster, Ray.

Just wait till Jace gets in earshot

and slaps his lying mouth.

Well, Tango had the drop on him.

I hit his light switch with one 40-yard shot.

Oh, that's such bullshit.

There's no way in hell you can make a shot

like that with a pistol.

Well, maybe you can't.

Oh, so the tale about you forging your score

at a sniper contest is one rumor we can cross out?

No, that happened.

Oh, you ain't cheating,

you ain't trying, boys.

Well, I just got off the phone with Command.

- Yeah? - They gonna plan a parade for us? Shit.

Ah, they think that, uh, we compromised our presence

by running into the fire.

They can't expect us to sit on our hands

- while people are dying around us. - Really don't

know what the fuck they expect from us anymore.

But what I do know is that our shore duty continues.

Hey, guys, look,

remember,

w-we didn't help out back there

to get in Command's good graces, okay?

All right, we did it to save lives.

We did it because it was the right thing to do.

Yeah, best we could, anyway.

It's crazy how I was relieved

when the VBIED came in and I had a target.

It's pretty twisted that it takes more of an emotional toll

to help people than... to kill 'em.

Bravo okay? All coming home in one piece?

Yeah, they may be the problem child of DEVGRU,

but Bravo knows how to win.

Well, hope this gets Command back on their side.

Actually, I'd like to get Command on my side.

Are you saying DEVGRU's resistant to change?

Well, they all nodded

when Admiral Rivas explained the strategy.

Didn't make me think I'd get pushback every step of the way.

Yeah, I feel like there's a metaphor

about trying to turn an aircraft carrier that's apt here.

I wish it were just that.

This feels personal.

Like, "You don't have a Trident. Who let you speak?"

Well, there's a good chance you're right.

But if they're not willing to work with you,

what's to stop you from carrying out the assignment yourself?

Rivas gave it to you for a reason.

So you bailed on the VBIED

'cause you were looking out for Jace, huh?

No man left behind's a tenet

even a lone wolf like me believes in.

Maybe you're a team guy after all.

Or maybe I'm just looking to get home

to torch tax dollars on my next Pro Dev trip.

Oh, and anyway, you know you can't be a team guy

if... there is no team, right?

Just take the damn beer, dickface.

Oh, go ahead and drink both of 'em.

It sounds like this might be

the last time Bravo tastes victory.

Oh, God. Okay.

Hey, hey, I don't know what to say.

This guy.

Hey, hold up.

You say something?

Well, I know you... you wanted

to get your little girl one of these.

You take it.

You know, I can't accept a... dime piece

from a... a douchebag.

It's real.

After that shit was over,

I-I swiped it at the mall.

Along with six more.

Just keep it.

So close to home, and you still look like

you're a million miles away.

Yeah. Yeah, I didn't expect to be back

on the crazy train so soon, you know?

Tell me about it.

Thought I was cruising into retirement, and, uh,

next thing I know, I'm doing E.R. under fire.

Now, you didn't keep me outside, uh,

'cause I'm at the one-yard line on my retirement, did you?

What? No.

- Classic Bravo 1, if so. - No, no.

No way. It's just...

Just, uh, everything happened so fast,

felt more like my first op than my last.

Part of you wish you had stuck to triage with me,

kept your ass out of the fight?

What's that mean?

I heard you had a close call

Drew sniped you out of.

Not how it went down?

Guy had me dead to rights.

That'll rattle anybody.

Yeah, yeah. That close call spun me out for a minute, I guess.

You'll shake it off.

Nothing you haven't done a hundred times before.

It was such a nice surprise hearing from you.

So, your, um... your new post in Acquisition and Sustainment

includes weekend work in Vah Beach?

This trip is strictly social.

Speaking of new jobs, how's yours?

Let's just say that it's making me nostalgic

for some of our old arguments.

Funny to think we were on opposite sides

of a policy debate and somehow both wrong.

Integrated deterrence feels like the right compromise.

You want to tell my coworkers that?

If they're like me, they're more afraid of you

than you are of them.

But you need a favor, I'm your guy.

Well, thank you. I will keep that in mind.

Actually, one of the reasons I reached out.

I need a favor.

Uh, you remember that file I got you about an ODA tic in Mali?

Yeah.

Army CID's investigating an assault

on the battlespace commander.

- Colonel Decker? - He's a general now.

But, yeah. Apparently, the assailant was looking

for payback for a security failure, so,

CID's looking into all actions he was involved in,

going through with a fine-toothed comb,

see if anybody had a beef with him.

Do you think there's something in that file?

I don't know. The man's served for almost two decades.

Just trying to cover my own ass.

Look, I doubt CID will ask you about a file

you requested through proper channels,

but if they do, you mind

not mentioning that you were dissatisfied with the results

and I cut some red tape for you?

My lips are sealed.

Thank you.

Definitely prefer this reintegration routine

to burritos.

Well, okay, burritos don't apply, okay?

FID was not a mission.

What?! What?

Putting down an extremist attack doesn't qualify as an op?

Well, let's just say that, uh, we got lucky, you know?

- Right place, right time. - Lucky?

Most action you've seen lately was on that trip

through Central Virginia's wine country.

Yeah, and what did I end up with? Beer-of-the-month club.

Should have just gotten the T-shirt.

So it wasn't rough, then,

getting thrown back in

and having to switch gears so quickly?

Was like riding a bike.

It was. I'll tell you what.

- Let's get back into... - Mmm.

This reintegration process, shall we?

Oh!

Cerby, bed. Go to bed. Bed.

Saved hundreds of innocent lives, and yet

we are back to doggy day care.

Well, I hate to admit it,

but after that close call with the VBIED...

a few more weeks of briefcase duty doesn't sound so bad.

You guys up for hitting the Bulkhead?

Wish I could, but, uh,

I should get home.

Yeah.

I get the urge to hold your babies

after what we went through.

I've gotten so used to, uh,

what the future with them's gonna be like,

I almost forgot that war likes to have the last word.

You boys have fun.

- Later, Ray. - All right, buddy.

And then there were two... unless

- you want to call Brock? - Yeah.

Nah, you and the Radio City Brockettes

are on your own.

See, I have to, uh, FaceTime Leanne,

make sure that, uh, she ain't calling anybody else Daddy.

Then I got to call Stella.

Oh, give her the good news, we got pulled back early,

and you can go support her at Ben's hearing?

Uh, no, there's actually a change of plans.

She had to head back to her folks'

and help her pops recover from knee surgery,

so she ended up just sending his lawyer a letter.

- Well, you're off the hook. - Yeah.

It's probably best that way.

You know, I'd rather eat a bug than see Ben right now.

I thought you didn't blame him?

All I know is, Clay's gone.

You know, between the shore duty

and Drew's doomsaying,

uh, I just feel like

Bravo is slipping in the rearview.

Oh, don't let Drew get in your head.

Even if he was on the level,

you've got to wonder about a team guy

who doesn't want teammates.

Yeah. Clay always said, "We all need teammates."

He was right.

Man was not meant to tarry alone.

What the hell's that mean?

Ah, it's just that, seems like

Clay walked that talk even outside the teams.

Like what he was trying to do for Ben?

What the fuck?

Sorry.

Are you all right?

It's been months since you had a night terror.

No, I'm all right. I'm good. I'm good.

No. No, clearly you're not.

It was just a dream. It was just a bad dream.

I'm good. Just go back to bed, all right?

Hope everyone had a good weekend.

Lieutenant Commander Kirkpatrick,

you're back. So this means you've set aside your doubts

about my fitness to lead this initiative

or about the initiative itself.

Or you know how important this is to Admiral Rivas

and don't want to run afoul of him.

Well, you don't rise as quickly as you did

without understanding politics.

Great. So let's talk politics.

I get that you all think we're wasting our time.

But here's the thing...

SOCOM gave us one job to do,

find a joint op with an external partner.

We don't do that,

it makes it that much harder for Captain Walch

to fight for DEVGRU's share of the pie.

I'm not willing to let that happen.

So I'm picking an op, with or without you.

If it matters, I'm a person that shares credit for success

and takes full blame for failure.

I understand your client would like

to make a statement before I deliver my ruling.

Mr. Gossett,

you may proceed.

Just wanted to say I am...

really sorry for everything that happened that night.

Someone tried to... help me,

save me, really.

Paid the ultimate price for it.

So, whatever the court sees fit...

I deserve it.

Thank you.

Does anyone else want to speak on Mr. Gossett's behalf?

If there's no further comment,

we'll continue with sentencing.

To the charge of felony vandalism...

Your Honor.

My name is Sonny Quinn.

Clay Spenser,

the man Mr. Gossett credits to saving him...

he was my friend.

May I speak?

You may proceed.

Clay was the best friend I ever had.

And I can't help but stand here...

and look at Ben...

part of me wants to tear him limb from limb.

But Clay, he...

he was a better man than I ever dreamed of being.

And he'd never blame Ben for any of this.

Both Ben and I,

we lost our best teammate that terrible night.

So it is...

it is on me...

to be the next man up.

I'm asking the court to...

to give Ben a second chance

at having a good life.

Because I know in my heart that, uh...

well, Clay...

he'd think he deserved it.

So I do, too.

So right back into pushing papers, huh?

Yeah.

This is one packet I don't mind pushing.

- It's my retirement docs. - Yeah?

- Making it official right now. - That's hard to believe.

20 years of warfighting fits

all into that one little single folder.

That's quite a career, brother.

So you, uh... are you here to, um, deliver the smackdown

to Command for not reinstating you and Bravo?

I mean, I might stick around to watch you crack some skulls,

rearrange some furniture.

See, man, I knew a little taste of action

would snap you right back into battle mode.

No, I'm not that guy anymore, man.

I'm just here to do my shore duty.

Whatever the brass decides to do with Bravo,

I'm good with it.

Wow.

Jason Hayes giving peace a chance.

You know what?

All the work you've put in on yourself...

I'm proud of you for how far you've come.

Yeah.

Yeah, man, just being in that courtroom,

I-I don't know what came over me.

I just got up and started talking.

A door-kicking Atticus Finch.

Whatever Batman villain that may be.

Hey, but seeing Ben up there, alone,

not even fighting for himself,

yeah, I knew Clay wouldn't want that.

You did good.

Clay was there with you, spurring you on.

Yeah.

Ah, from a pat on the back chased by a pain in my ass.

You invite this guy?

No.

But after what we went through together,

- he can pull up a seat. - I doubt he will.

That grifter's probably here to scam drunks or...

steal quarters from the phone booth.

Drew.

Yo, grab a glass.

It's Brock's tab.

There it is.

That's why you keep him around.

Nobody talks about Brock like that.

Well, except us.

Why don't you pull up a chair, big guy,

- take a load off. - I'm good.

Don't want to interrupt Throuples Night.

A SEAL that hates SEALs telling jokes

that hate laughter.

That's awesome. Awesome.

You enjoy yourselves, boys.

Huh?

The guy is unbelievable.

Told you he wouldn't sit with us.

All this proves is another rumor.

Falls for every woman he sees.

So what's so important that you'd step into a dump like this

instead of just telling me over the phone?

We have a situation.

Sounds ominous.

Leo can't make it to your party in Saint-Tropez?

Cute.

Actually,

the family needs us to circle the wagons.

Remind the, uh... the council of deadbeats

I'm not really into family favors.

Go ahead. Ice me out.

Dad, too.

But this could be your reputation on the line.

God forbid.

How will I ever show my face in the vineyard again?

There's a reporter doing a podcast

about "the House of Franklin."

- Mm. - She's digging into the whole family saga...

ancestors, right up to now.

She's relentless.

Does not hold back.

Now, you realize our family's a joke,

right, Nora?

A sex tape away from being the Hiltons.

I still say you have it in you, sis.

Okay. Despite this "salt of the earth" metamorphosis,

you're still an asshole.

Maybe if you guys ever got your hands dirty,

you'd realize there's no reason to cry

over a little spilled tea.

We can only aspire to be like you

and have so very little to lose.

Until then,

if and when you're contacted by her,

help us out and do what you do best...

don't play ball.

Wow. Whoa.

- Hey. - What's, uh, what's all this?

The Zillow listings you sent me

- when I was in Afghanistan. - Right.

I found a few more.

- Mm. - Thought we could...

discuss them over extra cheese...

- Right. - Pick some,

maybe go check 'em out this weekend?

Second thoughts already?

Uh...

No. No, it's-it's, uh...

it's not about that. At all.

About something.

Um...

The, um...

attack that we had in Sweden.

It, uh...

It wasn't just like riding a bike.

I got a little too comfortable sitting on the sidelines.

Like...

way comfortable.

A little too much.

There's no shame

in enjoying a break from the blood and the trauma,

life-and-death decisions.

I mean, it's no wonder you had a night terror.

Yeah, well, it was...

I just put up my walls.

Again. And...

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I just...

didn't think I was that guy anymore.

Well, this conversation proves you aren't.

Yeah.

It's just, like, all the work that I have done lately

on myself,

all the TBI treatments, focusing on you,

focusing on my kids, I found a balance.

And I really liked it.

I mean, I loved it. I...

For once, I could really see...

or at least get a glimpse into the future,

what that would be like.

But, uh, after this one op,

I just feel like running back into the fire.

All that's just gonna...

destroy the progress that I've made.

Everything's gonna blow up, and...

I'm scared about that.

I really am.

You've worked really hard to swing the pendulum this far.

Unlikely it'll swing back.

Yeah.

You're right.

Right.

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