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Previously on SEAL Team...

What is it?

Nothing.

Kind of "nothing" you need me to torch if you don't come back?

Ray, just bring my burn box, will you?

I'm asking the court to give Ben a second chance

at having a good life.

Because I know Clay... he'd think he deserved it.

This team needs Bravo 1.

Yeah, well, I hope not.

Because you're gonna have to manage without me.

Is Mikey that bad?

Gonna need reconstructive surgery,

- so I got to be there for him. - The rumors

of Bravo's demise are greatly exaggerated.

Ain't that right, Magic Mike?

You are my priority, 100%, full attention.

Mikey.

What the fuck?

Michael's blood test

showed tranq in his system.

Tranq?

Fentanyl mixed with Xylazine,

an animal tranquilizer.

When I got hurt wrestling,

a-a teammate gave me some pain pills.

And I never used any, but they were still in my bag.

Mikey didn't know when you'd be home. So he took one.

Why am I in the hospital?

You had to work a problem that I created.

One of the reasons why I came back home

was to show that I could finally have a balanced life

being Bravo 1

and a dad.

Well, that just blew up in my face.

Because I almost got my son killed and my teammates.

I'm just starting to believe

that war does have the last word.

So, how many more days you got

till you hang it up forever, Ray?

Fourteen. Not that

my whole family is obsessively counting or anything.

And, uh, yet here you are, still training.

- Yeah. - I get it.

It's hard to pass on the chance to peg paintballs

into Sonny's throat.

Not gonna clock out early after 20 years.

All right, good. 'Cause I will take

every ounce of that old man wisdom I can get.

Come on, you can't wait to invade his cage.

Thirstier than a Mormon in a saloon.

Hey! Oh.

The bigger surprise is casting Drew as the third Stooge.

Eh, he's still at Shemp level, but under my tutelage,

he, uh, may... may... unlock Curly.

I'm fucking Moe, you knucklehead.

Yeah, well,

kicking ass in Asia cemented us as a go-to team,

and you are Bravo for the long haul now.

Bravo doesn't rebuild, we reload.

Well, all this team rah-rah,

maybe it's time Drew claims a cage in here.

I'm good where I'm at.

Squirreling your gear in the, uh,

abandoned, likely haunted, basement of DEVGRU?

I don't mind the ghosts.

Understood.

Oh, look who it is.

Big guy.

Long time no see, boss.

Well, just here for the muster.

Uh, how's Mikey? Torn ACL... that's rough.

Ah, with that Hayes grit, he's probably kicking doors already.

Yeah.

Yeah, his knee's, you know, it's coming along.

So, I heard you guys had one hell of a last op, huh?

Young guns made it through the fire all on their own.

Look, I'm sorry I left you guys all exposed.

You kidding me, man? It was good for the underlings

to get their hands dirty, you know?

Besides, you were taking care of more important things.

Weren't you? Like your son. Okay?

All right?

- Synced and corrected by naFraC - - www.addic7ed.com -

This way, Dad.

Right behind you, baby girl.

You put these here all wrong.

I was just distracted by all the progress you and Mom made.

Mm-hmm.

Seems like you wanted

to do it as fast as possible.

You know what, I'm gonna go grab the other boxes

and try to limit my collateral damage.

- Okay? - Okay.

Your daughter's working me hard.

She is so excited to have you here.

To keep having you here.

It's gonna be quite a change.

Can you believe it?

Two weeks and our "tomorrow" finally begins.

- Everything we've been waiting for. - Mm-hmm.

Mm.

How's it going, hon?

Good. Just finishing this one.

Sorry, I lost you for a second there.

Can you just say that one more time?

Hi.

Right, okay.

Oh, great, thanks, Doctor. I appreciate it.

Mikey's CT results?

We're good, we're clear. Uh, there's no, um,

there's no sign of, uh,

brain or organ damage that, you know, leads to...

What a relief.

Thank God.

Right, Mikey? That's a relief.

No, I heard.

Only one busted head in the family.

Brad will be so relieved.

Assuming I ever connect with him.

I guess they don't

carve out a lot of personal time in BUD/S.

- Right? She's going... - Right, right. Right. Right.

That's right. Uh, probably can't remember his name, right?

After making sugar cookies all day.

I'd rather freeze my ass off in the Pacific

than listen to all this wedding talk.

Listen.

Mission success is determined

during mission planning. Okay, Mikey?

Hey, you know, one family member spouting

military clichés is plenty, Mandy.

Ugh. I'm gonna leave Brad a voice mail.

Uh, time for me to run back to my hotel.

I may return.

bearing pizza.

Right, okay, I'll...

Look, I can go and get food. Why don't...

No, no, you need alone time with the kids.

Almost as much as I need a shower.

Hey, bud?

We, uh... still need to talk, you know?

There's, um, still somebody out there.

Are you still chasing this bogeyman?

Right, the bogeyman that gave your friend

the fentanyl-laced pill

- that nearly killed you. - I told you.

Doug warned the person that gave him the pills to flush the rest.

- Who gave Doug the pill? - Why's it matter?

It matters because he needs to be held accountable.

What are you gonna do... kick down his door?

Leave it alone, Dad.

I'm alive, thanks to you.

Mission accomplished, right?

Oh, good. I have to show you something.

Got a location update on the barrels

of Chinese fentanyl precursor

that Bravo Team tagged at Heron Reef.

The barrels that landed in Mexico three days ago?

Turns out the voyage continued for some of the cargo.

One of the six tagged barrels

just landed in the port of La Ceiba.

Honduras.

SSE from the cartel members that Bravo took out

indicated their bosses in Tijuana were angry

about some shipments that turned up lighter than usual.

Someone suicidal skimming from a Mexican cartel?

Or the Chinese dipping their toe into the market.

Attention on deck.

At ease, at ease.

Admiral Rivas. I wasn't aware you were up from SOCOM, sir.

Had a sit-down with Captain Walch,

thought I'd see how our DEVGRU liaison was doing.

Well, sir, having to surrender our Chinese HVT

was a disappointing turn

for our first integrated deterrence mission,

but we still have some intel irons in the fire

that might redeem it.

From where I sit, that first outing was already a win.

We gleaned hard evidence of Beijing's involvement

in the fentanyl trade, ammo we can use against them.

I'm thrilled to hear you say that, sir.

Between us, Lieutenant?

I'm heading to the Pentagon this afternoon.

Some talk of me bumping up to a new role.

That happens,

I'm gonna need a first-class admiral's aide as my right hand.

Sir, that'll be a huge honor for someone.

I don't want someone. I want the brilliant officer

that shepherded this program from the start.

What would you think of that promotion?

Sir, it would be an absolute dream

to have that impact.

Great.

We'll talk later.

The first thing you need to understand, Sonny,

is how little you understand.

Okay.

Bringing an invention to the gear market...

it-it's a treacherous journey.

Sharks around every corner... including within the Navy...

will try to exploit you, steal your ideas,

- undercut your profits. - Mm.

All this shark talk, I'm gonna have to change my underwear.

Lucky for you, we at Huntley Tactical can guide you.

If we deem it worthy of our time and energy.

Can I be frank?

Shoot.

Your blowout kit's a fun little notion,

but it's gonna take a heavy investment

from people who actually know what they're doing.

I got to go to the bathroom.

Excuse me, sir.

God dang it.

Man, come on, Sonny, get it together.

They hate my medkit more than they hate me.

Do you really think they'd endure

watching you deep-throat that steak

if they didn't see dollar signs?

Listen, man, I-I...

I stashed you back here for answers, okay?

- And not questions. - Well, they're negging you.

Like, trying to beat you down

then save you with a lowball offer.

Uh, I-I'd much rather they give me a kick in the nuts

than continue with this misery.

No, they're using the same script my old man uses

every time he gets his eye on a new sailboat or wife.

Okay, so, wh-what... w-what do I... what do I do here?

Hey, know what scares the living shit out of people with money?

- What? - People that aren't driven by it.

Let 'em know you've got other buyers interested.

They'll get more worked up than Omar at a T-Swizzle show.

Okay. Play hard to get.

Play hard to get.

Slap me in the face right now, do it.

- Slap you in the face? - Slap me in the face.

- Oh, there we go. - Kick some ass.

All right. Here we go.

Sorry about that, gentlemen.

I, uh...

I got another offer.

In the men's room?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's a... it's a military town.

You know, we think there's been

enough talk from this side of the table.

Team guy to Team guy.

What do you want out of this invention?

Well, uh...

I just want to make sure that my baby girl...

she's taken care of, no matter what happens to me.

There we go. Let's work from that.

Hey, uh, Coach Turek. Uh, this is Jason Hayes,

calling you back again.

Listen, I need you to get back to me.

I'm trying to work a problem.

I need to, uh, talk to you about a few of your wrestlers,

uh, Doug Mitchell being one of them.

I'm, uh, trying to fix a problem here.

Can you just please give me a call back when you can?

Thanks.

- Where are the kids? - Mikey was going

stir crazy, so Emma took him for a ride.

Mm. Nice.

Sibling time for them means we get to eat.

- You want a beer? - Sure. Yeah. Beer's good.

Did I interrupt you planning a mud wrestling match

to boost Mikey's spirits?

That was nothing.

Okay. Well...

now I know it's not nothing.

I'm just trying to get in touch with his wrestling coach, okay?

Mikey's friend's wrestling coach.

Tell me you're not going Columbo on that laced Percocet?

I need to find out who that pill came from.

- Why are you sharking? - I'm sharking so I can nail

the fucker who's pushing that poison.

You going seek-and-destroy mode isn't gonna help anything.

Well, it's gonna help me start to work the problem, Mandy.

Taking care of Mikey,

- that's the problem that you're working. - Mm-hmm.

You know what?

I left deployment early so I could come back here and be an asset,

but I'm nothing but a fucking liability.

It was an accident.

Accident was me thinking that I could have

some kind of a balanced life here.

Why would you say that?

Mikey OD'ing does not condemn you.

Mikey's just a drop in the bucket.

Heard you were looking for me?

Oh, yes, I'm eager to run something by you, sir.

Um, the barrels of fentanyl precursor that Bravo tagged,

one of them landed in Honduras.

Made me wonder what sway that cargo was buying Beijing

in a volatile nation.

Well, it's no secret China's been setting a foothold in the region.

Gifting public works projects everywhere from Brazil to Cuba.

Right, but Honduras has been

more resistant to their advances.

So when the Taiwanese embassy was firebombed last month,

the Agency dug into who was behind such a pro-China move.

It was this man.

Ramon Nazario.

Former Honduran Special Forces colonel

who's been living off the grid with a guerrilla force

and a populist following.

So why is he doing dirty work for China?

Pipeline of fentanyl precursor is a hell of an incentive.

Intel suggests he's had his eye

on overthrowing Honduran leadership.

An injection of drug money could fuel that.

Is this all a windup to a pitch

for the next integrated deterrence mission?

Guess Rivas dangling that promotion has you

gunning even harder on his behalf.

Yeah, he mentioned it.

Man has an impeccable eye for talent.

Thank you, sir, but, um, this isn't about me.

This is about China using drug money

to fund a coup in our backyard

and how we stop it.

Hey, what are you doing back here?

Uh, Blackburn called me.

Him and Walch want to talk to me.

Probably red ass about that whole TBI power move we pulled.

Oh, I'm sure it's nothing to stress about.

- Asia put us back on the brass's good side. - That's good.

Maybe we'll be heading outside the wire, right?

Getting some old-school Bravo 1 energy.

Maybe, uh, maybe throttle down before you head in there?

What's-what's wrong?

Just dealing with some shit with Mikey.

Ah.

Being cooped up in that, uh, garage apartment together.

Hayes men are bound to bump protruding craniums at some point.

You'll-you'll patch things up.

You know, I'm better at breaking things than fixing them.

Not like you. You got that gift, right?

Helping people out with Spenser House.

1,000 miles from helping anyone, Jace.

You know, the modesty thing just gives me a fucking headache,

Ray, all right? Just, uh,

be grateful that your future's sorted out.

Come on in, Master Chief.

Hmm.

Seems Bravo has finally made it

through the choppy swell to smoother waters.

And you've more than earned your sweat equity with me.

So, want to talk about something personal to you.

Sir?

Your push for action on TBI...

while a tad dramatic... has been answered.

DEVGRU's creating a new position to work full-time on it.

Someone to guide warfighters through treatment options

and track progress in combatting the epidemic.

What do you think?

Navy should've been doing this all along.

He means what do you think about taking on this job?

You're passionate about the issue.

The fact that you recently offered up your Trident

tells me you're looking to what's next.

Well, I've been reminded that, uh,

carrying a rifle is how I make my impact.

Your personal experience,

your fire for protecting your brothers.

I know you could excel in this role.

Think about it, Master Chief.

And it's still the early stages, so keep it between us for now.

Yes, sir.

Mark my words, boys.

Tsunamis, nuclear meltdowns, solar flares.

No match for the chaos that will be unleashed

by Sonny Quinn with cash to blow.

That's right.

All right, boys. Well, look.

The deal ain't signed yet. Okay?

But I'll tell you what,

if it wasn't for Trump Drewniversity over here

schooling me through, I don't know, man.

Like a wise man once said,

"Mo' money..."

No problems. That's right.

Tell you what, we got, uh, cash in my pocket.

Bravo is back in swing. Come on now.

We're walking on Sonny-shine.

Oh, look at this, he got jokes like, uh, Lenny Drewce.

You're early.

Caught the lone wolf of the Franklin dynasty

yukking it up with what looks like a tight pack of friends.

- Mm. - Hey.

Gonna introduce me?

Boozy soundbites are podcast gold.

Uh, they're just coworkers.

Oh, and holster that thing.

I said we'd talk about,

you know, maybe talking about my family.

And we're not doing that here.

Come on.

Swing and a run.

Your great-grandfather built a landmark mansion in Newport,

and you've created a home on wheels.

Come on in.

Oh, unless you want to try a fourth bar

where we can't hear each other over songs about trucks.

"She was a journalist,

naively looking for color for her story."

I'm not buying that scared act from the fearless reporter.

Couple of your relatives couldn't get me in this van,

I'll tell you that much.

So, you ever go back to Newport?

I hear that polo tournament your family puts on

is pretty chichi.

I'll take bullets and bombs over those uptight snobs.

Home can be tough.

When I go, my dad still guilts me

about not following him into a career in cement sales, so...

No, my pops is too busy ghosting me

to do the, you know, "follow my footsteps" thing.

And your mom?

I thought you knew all about that.

Not from you.

Yeah, she took off when I was 12.

Moved to France.

She left me and my sister behind.

I'm sure you've heard what some people say.

Oh, fuck what they say.

All people do is hurt and disappoint.

No, but, hey, you know, without that damage,

you know, I might not be, uh...

you know, intriguing enough to get you inside here.

You sure you don't want one?

I've got nowhere to be.

I...

I shouldn't do this.

Yeah. I got it.

I need to go.

Fuck.

Boys.

Mm.

I refiled the intake forms again

and updated your seminar schedule.

Great.

Feel like taking another stab at fixing the printer?

Uh, based on a recent run-in I had

with an air conditioner, I probably should stay away, baby.

I can help.

Let's give a nod to child labor laws on this one.

- Hey, Naima. - Hey, Sonny.

- Oh. - Hey, what's up, man? How are you?

What's up? What you doing here?

Hangover IV ain't on the menu.

No, actually, I brought somebody.

Ben, uh, reached out to me this morning

when he got released.

And, uh...

well, um, I knew that you, uh, you guys hadn't met before.

No, we have not.

- Hello. - Then, well...

Ben, uh, he's trying to get his life together, and...

he's looking for help.

And he needs you talking for him?

What, uh...

What exactly are you looking for here, Ben?

Was hoping to continue the progress

- that I was making before. - And all the...

the hurt that you caused...

that's-that's progress?

Ray.

I'm sorry.

I know that Clay was your friend, and I'm sorry...

No! No, if you were sorry,

you wouldn't show your face here, so get out.

- But I was trying... - Get the fuck out!

Now!

Ben. Ben.

Really?

Ray, what was that?

I got to go to work.

Of course you do.

Ray, if we're getting spun up this close

to your end date, you don't have to go, right?

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

The minute Drew gets here,

I got to get to this briefing, boys.

He's MIA.

Look, I've been texting Drew all morning.

Radio silence.

You think maybe he slept in with that chick from the bar?

Somebody want to tell me where the fuck Drew is?

Uh, yeah, he was, uh...

He was, he told me he was going up to Norfolk

to get his gun serviced, but you know how, like,

that place is like a cell phone black hole, okay?

- Let's go. - I tried calling him,

and all I heard was like...

Gentlemen, last time I addressed you,

I challenged you to be the tip of the spear

rather than a pain in my ass.

Well, after your work in the Golden Triangle,

consider yourselves back at the top

of the DEVGRU food chain.

Lieutenant Davis is here to brief you

on a joint SOCOM-CIA mission.

Where's Franklin?

Stuck on a gear run, sir, we'll fill him in.

Thanks to Bravo's efforts in the Golden Triangle,

we have a working theory that fentanyl precursors

trafficked by the Beijing-backed Sai Lou syndicate

have been funneled to this man.

Ramon Nazario.

Former Honduran Army colonel who ran

their elite Spec Ops unit, Los Panteras,

currently believed to have designs

on a forceful overthrow of his government.

A coup that we suspect will be financed

by turning the Chinese chemicals

into millions on the illicit drug market.

Honduras?

I thought it was the Mexican cartel

that was pushing this toxic poison on us.

They are. But the more dire threat is Nazario's potential rise...

a narco-fueled Honduran head of state

who would be utterly beholden to Beijing.

Doped-up commie puppet show right here in our backyard.

A Chinese proxy so close

to our borders would have seismic implications

for American standing and security.

We cannot let that happen.

To that end, Bravo Team will be deploying

to La Ceiba, Honduras,

with the mission of proving the Chinese-Nazario connection

and potentially neutralizing the HVT.

We still treading lightly like we did in Asia?

Sneak, creep and, uh, hold fire?

The number of violent factions

in the region's drug trade offers more cover

for direct action without fear of international escalation.

Plus, Agency assistance will help

conceal American presence.

The gloves are off, gentlemen.

- Happy hunting. - Wheels up tomorrow.

0800.

All right, listen up, boys.

Long overdue for a little seek and destroy here,

so let's dial it in. Got it?

Well, you sure you're even going, boss?

I mean, with Mikey still at home healing up?

I'm going.

I know how to handle this problem.

Well, how about the fact that Drew

didn't even show for this briefing?

He misses troop movement, he's out. Got it?

We're on it.

Ray. Hold up.

Look, I talked to Blackburn. You're clear to stay home.

I didn't ask you to do that. What...

Did Sonny say something to you?

About what?

Nothing. Nothing. Um...

Look, I'm going on this deployment.

That's still my job, okay?

Just saying, seems like things

may get a little kinetic down there.

You say that as if you're looking forward to it.

Ray, you know what? You're so close to spiking the football,

I don't want you to risk everything.

I'll see you on the tarmac.

What do you mean leaving tomorrow?

They can't do that to you. Not now.

I'm still on the clock, baby.

Uh... I mean, if you're really going,

then we need to talk. What happened with Ben?

Surprised me at the wrong moment is all.

Is it your PTS?

What? No, no. Babe, no.

No, that's under control.

Because I haven't seen you that angry since...

I'm just supposed to welcome him like he didn't get my brother killed?

I felt ambushed is all, babe.

Sonny should've known better than to bring him in there.

It's exactly where Sonny should've taken him.

Imagine how much pain Ben must be in,

how badly he needs our help,

to step foot in Spenser House again.

Yeah... needing help's been on my mind, too.

Uh...

I let Bravo roll without me on our last op in Asia,

and, uh,

and they nearly got wiped out.

Felt like I turned my back on them.

So, by retiring, you're abandoning your brothers?

I don't know.

But who's gonna look after them has been weighing on me.

Look, baby,

I should not have snapped in front of you and Jameelah.

I'm sorry.

Can't you talk to Command?

Ask to stay home from this deployment?

I have to look after my guys.

Until the end.

That's all there is to it.

All this is all so sudden. I'm sorry.

It's fine, really.

I'm glad to get back to my friends at school.

And Brad could use some support back in Coronado.

We've learned to manage without you, Dad, don't worry.

I'll drive Mikey up this afternoon and get him settled at school,

then fly home from there.

Maybe you and Mandy could come visit when you're home.

Burritos really are better in California.

That sounds fun. I'll look at some dates.

I'm not sure Command's gonna let me go this time.

What happened to: You don't need

DEVGRU's permission to come see me?

Op tempo's picking back up. I got to be all in all the time.

I'm sorry I took you away from Bravo, Dad,

but I really loved spending so much time with you,

you know, near-death experience and all.

Look, guys, I'm...

I'm really proud of both of you.

Everything you've had to overcome on your own.

I love you.

Love you.

Hello, Drewnabomber.

Hello?

- Oh, we got movement. - Yeah, I see him.

Put your clothes on.

Let's go, princess.

You guys ever hear of taking a hint?

Well, we don't just watch each other's backs outside the wire.

Well, I hope this means you got

whatever's going on out of your system.

So, you overslept, missed the warno, Cock-a-Doodle-Drew.

Omar and I covered for you.

I don't recall asking you to do that.

You miss the troop movement,

and Jace, he's not gonna be able

to revive you, you understand?

Well, feels like a no-go, boys.

Would you quit fucking around? You're gonna be there, Drew.

No, I'll take that action.

How much we betting?

What are you doing, man?

This self-sabotage shit, it's got to stop.

Every squad you've been with since Echo,

you shoot yourself in the foot, get tossed.

Right about now, when you might be settling in.

Hey, it's All the President's Frogmen.

It's Woodward and Bern-sonny.

Take yourself off the team

so the team can't be taken from you.

Is that what you're trying to do here?

Ah, psychoanalysis from the guy

whose deepest wish is to call Jason "Mommy."

Yeah, easier to torch it all and just run, yeah?

I've been there.

Cost me more than you can imagine.

Oh, I didn't, I didn't realize we were measuring sob stories.

Man, I wish it were just a story.

Being a dope like you're being,

man, that cost me my son.

You do this,

you will regret it

every single day.

You be on that plane tomorrow.

Drew, look at me. Hey.

Look at me.

Be my worst enemy.

Not yours.

Well, thanks for stopping by.

Ace, hang on to these.

First kill is something worth remembering.

Fuck.

You wanted to see me, sir?

I got everybody cranking on those target packages for Bravo's trip.

It's not what I called you here for.

We need to talk, it's...

regarding your future.

You mean my potential opportunity

with Admiral Rivas? I hope you know that

I would have discussed this with you when the time was right.

- No, it's not that. - As much as I'd miss serving here,

the chance to work at that level in the Pentagon

is something I can't pass up.

And frankly, sir...

it's a role that would mean everything to me.

It's a career-maker, no doubt.

But listen.

You should close the door.

We're just gonna ignore what's going on with you?

- Let's not do this right now. - Oh, okay.

Let's not do this, I...

Right, so you're already back to: Your mission

and your men come first.

You know what, I cannot bring

all of this outside the wire with me.

- Not now. - I thought you weren't that guy anymore.

So your fear that operating

again would destroy

all the progress you've made, you're telling me

- that came true? - Actually, all the work

that I have done has actually helped me get over

what's happened to me, Mandy.

Oh.

But not...

not what you've inflicted on others.

Well, that's why the night terrors are back haunting you?

Look, it's not haunting.

It is just reminding me

who I am, what I've become,

and what I have fucking done.

It's the same dream over and over.

You know, clearing a house in Sangbor, Afghanistan.

It's the early days of the war.

Dime-a-dozen HVTs...

hit our convoy the day before.

It was my first kill.

Took his prayer beads like it was some kind of a trophy.

Little did I know how much shame that would bring to me.

What shame?

Ah, the killings.

Just... all the killings.

In service of your country.

There's no shame in that.

There's a reason why executioners wear masks.

I am contaminated.

How did Emma and Mikey turn out so great, then,

if you're so toxic?

Eh, because of their mother.

Friends, you know, schools they went to.

You know, the one time I tried to come back and be a parent,

the one time...

Mikey almost gets killed.

Everything that is good in them does not come from me.

Only a few weeks ago,

you saw a life for yourself after operating.

And now you're itching to run back into the fire.

Why? What's that gonna help?

Yeah, fire is where I belong.

Nothing more to say.

I got to do what I got to do.

Damn it.

- This is Drew. Leave a message. - Hey, anything for Drew?

- No. - Man.

Should've frog-marched his self-destructive ass here

when we had the chance.

Yeah. Hey, Davis?

What's got you slumming with the unwashed masses?

Ah. Blackburn thought I should be present

to keep Bravo's eye on strategic objectives.

So, SOCOM agreed.

Hitching with us below a shooting star like yourself?

Just doing what I'm ordered.

Longer we wait to tell Jason we lost Drew,

the bigger the blast radius is gonna be.

Well, you want to be 2IC, right?

So now's the time. Have at it.

Oh, no fucking way.

Look, he associates you with disappointment already.

This is your rodeo.

You are going first through every damn door

we hit when we get there, you understand?

I know you tried to talk me out of it, but I still got a job to do.

I don't need an explanation, Ray.

Hey, Jace, can I talk to you for a sec?

- What? - Okay, so look.

Uh, Drew, uh, h-he is a certifiable...

- Spit it out, Sonny. - ... asshole.

He's an asshole

- that... we are lucky to have. - Yeah, he is, right?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

- Yep, just wanted to let you know. - Yeah?

You want to be a businessman, Sonny,

learn to spot a bluff.

Wow.

That's so funny, Drew. Funny guy.

- This fucking guy. - Unbelievable.

Squeezing in one last sun-soaked trip

on the government's dime?

Yeah, something like that.

Uh, look, Sonny, uh...

I'm sorry I got ugly with Ben.

I probably should've given you a heads-up, you know?

But, hey, St. Ray is allowed a stumble or two.

Way you've been able to support Ben in spite of...

everything...

I ain't the one wearing the halo.

Listen, man, you're gonna get a thousand more chances

to help guys like Ben.

And you will.

'Cause that's the kind of guy you are, Ray. Right?

Yeah, right.

Property was seized in a cartel sting a decade back.

CIA bought it through a front,

so, goes without saying, we need to keep a low profile

even in the safe house.

The late booger sugar era

with Scarface-ian touches.

It's tasteful.

El Rojo.

This must be the dethroned kingpin

whose gold toilets we'll be using.

Ah, a gangster fueled

by cocaine and hubris instead of the Chinese state.

Simpler times.

I'll take throwback commando action

for O.G. Bravo's last ride. What do you say, Jace?

Well, if you're banging this whole "Bravo is dying" drum,

- I just don't want to hear it, Sonny. - I'm not. I'm not.

Okay, look, I was wrong about that.

You know, even with Ray leaving

and-and... and you realizing you can't do this forever,

I'm... I'm gonna be okay with that.

The next men up... they will hold the line.

I'm just glad that you got something else to hold on to

other than your trident.

"Osman 'El Rojo' Garcia was an especially feared figure

in the Central American drug trade.

A ruthless, bloodthirsty man who torched his enemies,

took no prisoners, and mowed down anything

that got in his way."

Whatever gets the job done.

- Move, move, move. - Fuck.

All clear in here.

- Fuck. - Nothing?

Target clear.

I got nothing.

Dry hole after dry hole.

What are we hitting next?

How about we catch our breath, Jason?

How about we find another target, okay?

Let's go.

Trackers on the fentanyl chemicals

you tagged in Asia are still offline.

Right. And we're 0-for-fucking-6

on supposed drug-trade targets.

Well, we can't start tying the Chinese fentanyl

to our would-be insurrectionist

until we actually get a whiff of the product.

Well, seems the product might have come with a lesson in tradecraft.

Local traffickers are a step ahead of our intel.

All right, look, what are these places here?

Potential stash houses.

Shots in the dark as shaky as the ones we've taken.

We may need to wait for more robust intelligence.

From the same Agency oracles that got us this far?

Fuck it. Keep swinging till we get a hit, got it?

The old "even a blind pig can find some fentanyl" tactic.

Look, every door we kick, we risk exposing our presence.

Came all this way for a reason.

Let's keep getting after it.

That's a good idea.

Blue, blue, blue, blue.

Clear.

Son of a bitch.

Fuck! Anything?

Computers, a fucking phone?

I got cobwebs and cucarachas.

Fuck!

- Jace. - What?

I don't want to hear it.

- No, Jason. - Oh, shit.

Place is a cash house.

Wait, that's at least a million right here.

It could be in all the walls.

Whoever's banking here isn't gonna

leave it unattended for long.

We need to set up surveillance outside for when they show.

Finally get ourselves some leads to chase.

Fuck chasing 'em.

We'll bring 'em running to us.

Look at that.

Let's go, boys. Move.

Time to light her up.

Is anyone gonna get judgy

if I duffel-bag my baby's girl's college fund right here?

Let's go.

Let's fucking roll, come on, move.

We got two hidden cams and a cell phone sniffer

all wired here to be left in place.

The feed'll route back to the safe house.

We can start clocking faces, vehicles,

cell phones of anyone who shows up.

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