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Previously on SEAL Team...

The battlespace commander over there,

Colonel Decker,

failed to change the comms channels.

Clay's six feet in the ground because of him.

Hey, Kurt Decker.

We need to talk.

It's regarding your future.

Somebody want to tell me

- where the fuck Drew is? - Being a dope

like you're being, man, that cost me my son.

You do this, you will regret it.

Asked him to grab something a ten-year-old would like,

but, uh, do these seem a little adult?

Seems a little not English.

I have arranged for you to meet Ross Curtis,

one of the DEA's most reliable informants in the region.

Just to be clear, not all my clients are criminals.

Yet they undermine American interests, right?

- War always has the last word. - You know, I don't know about that.

My boy here, he's got one hell of an off-ramp.

He's building this place, gonna be set up to help vets.

A unicorn, huh?

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

Get out. Get the fuck out!

Mikey? What the fuck?

Michael's blood test showed tranq.

It's a street drug made of fentanyl.

... that fentanyl precursors

trafficked by the Beijing-backed Sai Lou syndicate

have been funneled to this man.

Ramon Nazario.

To that end, Bravo Team

will be deploying to La Ceiba, Honduras.

Gloves are off, gentlemen.

Happy hunting.

Well, it has been 12 hours since Bravo played Fahrenheit 451,

and still no lead.

Look, we connect someone from that cash house to Nazario,

we're one step closer to proving your theory

- that he's trafficking fentanyl. - Doesn't convince me

that having an impromptu bonfire's the right move.

Look.

We needed to see who cares about that money.

It may not always be apparent, but there is logic to Jason's choices.

Speaking of choices,

you coming down here to stop a former Army colonel

from turning Honduras into a vassal state of China

rather than coasting into retirement back at home?

That's one.

Well, I think I know the reason.

Why's that?

One last ride with Bravo before it's all over.

You got me.

What about you?

Isn't it easier to pull the levers of power

to bring down Nazario in Vah Beach?

And miss a front-row seat to your last run with Bravo?

Anyone show at the cash house?

My team back at home has images

of everyone who's gawked at the ashes.

I'm just waiting on FRS results.

Results come a lot faster

when you're breathing down the team's neck, Davis.

I'm where I need to be.

I don't need a babysitter.

I need a target. That's what I need.

Tip of the spear's useless until you point it, Davis.

Wow. All my worries that you guys

didn't have your heads in the game in Thailand,

this is some real old-school Bravo behavior.

Go for Bravo.

Understood, sir.

Your team find me a lead?

Blackburn. Washington's getting antsy.

We don't connect Nazario to fentanyl soon,

they call us back to Vah Beach.

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Hey, you want some, uh, Drew-berries

for your Wheaties there, buddy?

Yeah, I'm not sure they're still fresh.

Sonny made us go to three different stores looking for this.

Three stores?

You risked blowing our cover for coffee creamer?

Oh, hey, any news?

I came in here to get out of Bravo 1's crosshairs,

so just lay off.

Jason's been a lot more like the guy I was expecting down here.

This is the Skin-emax version.

You still haven't seen hardcore Hayes.

Is this Cassius Creamery?

It's a little taste of home in Honduras.

Oh, this is our first win since we got here.

Mm.

Why, you don't need to be Encyclopedia Brown

to unravel that you got that for Davis.

- No. - What gives?

Knowing what drink someone starts their morning with,

it's, uh, it's rather intimate.

Yeah, the more time that you actually spend

with a team, Drew,

you get to learn their likes and their dislikes.

Oh. Do you mean their, uh, turn-ons and turnoffs?

No, fuck no.

'Cause, you know, now that I think about it,

I have noticed a lot of sidebars and chitchats

between you and Davis.

There's no way the class clown

is talking work.

- Man, you sweet on Davis? - Mm.

She Cher to your Sonny Bono?

Davis and I are just friends, all right?

My experience, you call someone you're just friends with,

- you know, "friend." - Your experience? Okay.

That-that include the little mamacita?

The mamacita you ran off with the other night

before you missed warno? Hmm?

- She's no one. - Oh, no one?

Uh, team guys and relationships, they don't mix.

The reason why we're all single.

- Right? - Well, that and Sonny's Irish thumb.

Irish thumb.

You know, with, uh, with Bravo 1 back

and your head screwed on right

and Ray sticking around, it's finally time for Bravo to shine.

You feel it?

Sup, Ray?

- FRS get a hit? - No. Not yet.

Man, we are spinning our wheels down here.

Yeah.

Sure do have an itchy trigger finger

for someone who's looking to lay down his rifle, huh?

Nah, I just, uh...

felt helpless when our boys got ambushed in Cambodia

and I want to watch their six one last time.

You are so close to getting out.

Why would you risk all that right now?

How come the guy that's been ducking the fight

since Sweden is suddenly angling for one?

I'm sorry, "ducking the fight"?

- Yeah. - What's that mean?

Balking on blowing up the factory.

Hesitating on the trigger.

- Leaving your teammates behind on deployment... - Davis has something.

Yeah.

FRS from the cash house popped on Roberto Dubon.

Served under Nazario

in the Honduran Special Forces unit Los Panteras.

Arson always returns a profit.

- Great call, Jace. - We've got Nazario dead to rights.

Right. That connects him to cash.

Need to connect him to the fentanyl.

Best bet is to tail Dubon.

See who he's talking to on the heels of that fire.

- Find a trail that leads to drugs. - Three teams?

Maximize handoffs, minimize risk of being detected?

You up for a little cat and mouse, Lieutenant?

Four teams gives us more coverage.

Well, cake-eaters like to roll up their sleeves from time to time.

All right. You keep Sonny in line.

Ray, Omar.

Trent with Brock.

Drew, you're with me.

Let's get ready to roll. Come on.

Well, how about that?

You and I finally get to get

our Scarecrow and Mrs. King role-play on.

Didn't Jason just tell me to keep you in line?

Yeah, no, look, everybody else

can get their tighty-whities in a knot

because you're here to babysit us, but, hey, man,

- you ain't see me complain. - I'm not here to keep an eye on Bravo.

I'm hiding out.

Cops know you're the one that disappeared Kairos?

Army CID.

Blackburn figured out that I might have learned something

that could send Clay's brothers out for blood

if I told them.

So he stashed me here in the hopes it blows over.

Okay, so all you got to do

is prove that China is propping up a narco-state,

and ain't nobody gonna give a shit about Decker.

Army's not gonna let an assault of a now general

go unpunished, Sonny.

Somebody's got to hang for it.

This is 1. I'm passing Rubble.

Dubon's swapping phones, trying to keep everyone clean.

I'll get the pics for the FRS.

You do the sniff.

You know, I'm really aware that, uh, Sonny and Omar,

they were covering for you

when you ghosted the warno.

Teams and shit, right?

Wolf's only as strong as the pack.

You know, I've been real easy on you

since you joined this team.

That stops now.

The shoulder you were so thirsty for me to lean on

seems to have gone cold.

The shit's gonna get really kinetic down here.

So either you're all in all the time,

or you just get the fuck out.

Mako 1, you're up. He's heading east of the plaza.

Copy, 1. We got eyes on.

I noticed you like the local cuisine when we're deployed.

Won't find baleada like that back home, that's for sure.

You could take up cooking when you retire, learn to make it.

Finding me new hobbies?

Still pushing me out the door?

Nah, maybe holding it open so you can walk through.

Nothing personal.

Look, this job is all I have.

Longer you're here, less clear what my role is.

Every frogman thinks this job is all they have.

Every frogman except you.

Why you're hanging up your wetsuit

for a family business saving vets.

I thought we came to Honduras to hunt a whale,

not, uh, trail some guppy courier.

Dubon's got to link Nazario to the drugs

before we can break out our harpoons.

Yeah.

You know, it's, uh,

it's impressive that your head's still in it,

given the monsters that are chasing us back home.

Chasing me.

Paper trail ends at my desk.

And it would've stayed that way had I not

told you what I found out.

What happened to Decker is my fault.

His face and my fist,

they would definitely disagree.

It's a shame that one of us is gonna hang for this,

when all we were doing

was keeping him accountable when no one else would.

Not "one of us." Me.

I know how much Bravo means to you,

and there's no way I'm gonna let you lose it.

Bravo 1, be advised HVT is on the move.

Handing off to 5 and 6 in the mobile unit.

HVT is entering the club with his bag through a side door.

1, what's your 20?

Front entrance.

Mako, I need you to cover the side exit.

- Copy, 1. - The club could be a ditch point.

A secret way out, tunnel.

Havoc.

I need you to pair up with someone,

get inside, act like a tourist couple.

Mako has the most undercover and SA experience.

Well, you and 3 are already paired up,

so I need you to get inside.

Copy.

Ha! Okay, well,

I'm not really sporting my regular club fit.

You think anybody's gonna be looking at you?

Bienvenidos. Entren.

All right, looks like we're getting a drink first.

Bourbon still your poison?

I think I better pick something local.

You know? Blend in.

This is like pouring salt in the wound.

What is?

Well, you know, work

never allowed us to be a couple,

and now we're here at work

trying to be a couple.

- Does that mean you're against using the dance floor? - What?

Seems like it's the best way to maintain cover and follow Dubon.

I just want to forewarn you right now,

I did take salsa in Texas middle school.

The salsa king.

I'll try to keep up.

You wish you were inside?

No. Sonny and Davis got it covered.

It's just a lot of eggs in one basket.

If Dubon's just there getting his drink on, we're still nowhere.

Yo, we can get another layer of surveillance.

1, this is 2.

You want to get a GPS on HVT's bike while we're here?

Do it.

I think they're talking about who set the fire.

Did they mention drugs?

No, your guess is as good as mine.

Well, let's linger, see if we can get the conversation

a chance to move in that direction.

The henchman's got eyes on us.

- We got to get moving. - Running scared is gonna

raise suspicion.

That worked.

Shit. Where's Dubon?

No luck. You?

He couldn't have gone far.

We lost eyes on our HVT, boss.

You're kidding me. Keep looking.

Mako, this is 1.

We lost eyes on our HVT inside.

Copy, 1. Need a few seconds.

Our HVT's outside the club.

A few seconds is all you got.

Fuck me.

- What's wrong? - Plastic coating. Magnet won't stay.

I got to get underneath.

Mako, this is 1.

You got to bounce. Now.

He's moving your way.

They need help.

Bravo 6, what the fuck are you doing?

Hey, pal. Hey, hey.

Hey, can I ask you a question?

Hey, ma... my man. Hey, can I ask you...

Holy shit, those are the coolest kicks

I've ever seen, man. Hey, where-where'd you,

- where'd you get 'em? - Fuck off, amigo.

I got to, I got to get a pair.

I want to up my rizz, you know?

You know, for the señoritas.

Hey, don't shoot. Hey, don't shoot, man.

Cut the shit, 6.

No, because, uh, because I'm armless.

- I got it. - We're good, 6.

No, you get it? No, I'm armless.

You like my boots?

Why don't you try one on?

Mira.

What the fuck was that?

Ensuring mission success.

No, I'm good. Thanks.

Yeah, we're done here. RTB.

All in all the time, boss.

Good news is, our efforts yesterday

allowed us to track Dubon's crew's phones.

They were up before the sun visiting these sites.

Near the port.

Could be where they're packing fentanyl

into cargo bound for the U.S.

Great, targets to hit. Let's roll.

You mean, targets to check out

and document any evidence of drugs.

Recon op, copy. So, we split into two teams?

Hit twice as many targets in half the time?

Fewer men equals lower profile.

We need to be sure we're not leaving any breadcrumbs

- that Nazario's men can follow. - We got to come out

of the shadows at some point to nail this asshole.

Hey, we're on the same side here.

I understand what you're saying, but

- we still need to... - All she's saying, Jace, is,

spooking Nazario is gonna make him harder

to bring down, not easier.

All right, fine. Drew, Omar, with me.

We'll hit the south side targets.

You can't quit me, can you, Hayes?

You got the rest of the targets.

- Hey, Jace? - What?

Since this sounds more like a sneak-and-creep,

rather than a boom-boom, I think I should stay back here with

my rifle in case anybody tries to follow those breadcrumbs.

- I don't think that's necess... - That's a great idea.

One is none. Let's move. Come on.

Oh.

Need clarity on what your role is?

This right here:

Help Bravo 1 keep his loose cannon in check.

Roger that.

I got two nutcracker guards inside.

Why does this seem familiar?

Well, because it looks like the same dry hole we just came from.

Other team hit how many dry holes so far?

Two? We're chasing our tails.

Three dry holes only means

it's more likely that this is the place. All right?

Three bricks in a row don't make your next jump shot go in.

If we don't take the shot, we're not gonna score.

Understand?

Hey.

Thought you might be getting hungry.

Ooh. What do we got?

Ray's team hit three dry holes,

so they're on their way back.

- Yeah? - Yep.

Well, if we're gonna get a quickie in,

now's our chance.

I'm so glad that becoming a father has matured you.

So the kiss was just a cover?

Sonny...

Kind of felt real to me.

I know, but...

between hunting Nazario and this Decker investigation,

there's a lot of eyes on us.

We can't do this.

Roger that, Lieutenant.

There's three of us and two guards.

Math's in our favor.

- Let's do this. - The front door is gonna be

awfully loud and public.

Well, we'll use speed and we'll use surprise,

- we'll hit 'em straight on. - Line forms here to shoot scumbags,

but this is supposed to be a low-profile op, boss.

We need to connect Nazario to the fentanyl

or we're gonna get ripped out of this country.

If that fentanyl shit is in there, then shooting up

the place risks exploding pills for us to inhale.

Then nobody miss. All right? On me.

Ditch the bodies.

Split up and start looking around, will you?

I'll take the office.

Fuck.

- Anything? - Just grease and chemicals.

- Anything? - Nothing.

They're chopping up cars to sell parts.

The fuck do they need all this upholstery for, huh?

Look at that, jackpot.

Jesus. That's got to be

like a thousand pills just there, easy.

That's street value in the millions.

Yeah. It could kill just as many.

All right, but we got Nazario now.

Just need to document all this for the green light.

All right. Got our evidence. Time to roll.

Look, if these were missiles, would we just leave 'em here?

But what do you want to do?

We sure as hell can't take it all with us.

Bye.

That's one way to get this shit off the street.

Truck inbound, guys rolling heavy!

No, come on. Look, we achieved mission success, boss.

Yeah. This hits the streets, Americans die.

Look, sometimes you got to lose a battle to win the war.

They're gonna be on us soon.

They're here to transport this shit.

We slip out the back, we keep things quiet.

They're gonna see the dead bodies, anyway.

So I'll tell you what,

might as well get our money's worth, right?

When they come in, mow 'em down.

What the fuck are we doing?

What we fucking do best, that's what we're doing.

Hey! What part of "lower profile" was unclear?

Drugs on target proved your Nazario theory.

I was worried about breadcrumbs, you go and create a shitstorm?

A shitstorm that stopped a bunch of fentanyl

from poisoning people back home.

Telling U.S. Customs what cargo to BOLO

would've stopped it from getting in.

I'm more concerned about the body count

that you left and how Nazario reacts!

Way to keep the loose cannon in check.

Man on fire wasn't using his listening ears.

Just because you rep the Bravo 2 call sign does not make you so.

I threw a haymaker at the enemy so they would react, Ray.

I know what the fuck I'm doing.

You and Drew keep taking unnecessary risks, Jace.

Risks to extend our stay here. So you can avoid

whatever the fuck is bothering you back home.

I'm down here because nobody on this team

can keep you from being your own worst enemy.

You know what? This some bullshit.

Everybody just cool off.

Nazario's gonna make a move sooner or later.

- Sonny. - Yeah?

What the fuck's going on with Ray?

Uh... Well, there's something you should know.

Ray?

I'm not in the mood for another round.

Man, I'm not here to argue.

Not after you KO'd Omar, that's for sure.

I'll get with him and clear the air.

Why don't you talk to me first?

- About what? - About kicking vets out of Spenser House.

Sonny and his damn mouth.

Eh.

Look, man, I know how hard you worked

to create Spenser House.

And the fucking impact that it's gonna have.

All I did was have an idea, Jace.

Naima did all the work.

Only impact I had was...

getting Clay killed.

It was arrogant to think I could walk away from all this, clean.

Nah, I just wish that you had come to me sooner, Ray.

That way we would have been able to, you know, work the problem.

And do what? Tell you and the fellas that I'm not a unicorn?

All the work you've done to find balance, Jace, I...

I can't be the reason that you stop believing

happily ever after is possible.

I already know it's not.

What's that mean?

Look, man, I tried parenting Mikey after his surgery, and

it was my parenting that, uh,

put a spiked painkiller in his hand.

And he almost overdosed on fentanyl.

My God, Jace.

And you've been keeping this from me and Bravo?

- Doesn't affect the team, Ray. - It does if you're going full tilt

down here to punish the people that hurt Mikey.

Why not make it personal? This is what I do best.

So, here we are, back in our three-foot worlds, right?

Where we can actually handle shit.

So, what do you say we leave Vah Beach in Vah Beach?

How the hell are we almost out of jerky?

We stocked up on it yesterday.

Brock's got a problem.

And all that salt can't be good for his blood pressure.

Might be why he's allergic to sleeves.

Oh, Davis. Uh...

Look, about the chop shop, I should've controlled Jason...

Hey. Forget about it.

His plan worked, sort of.

Phones we ripped yesterday lit up with chatter.

High-level meeting of Nazario's security tomorrow.

Well, how is that only "sort of"?

Uh, they switched out their comms again

before we learned where it was happening, so...

Our only hope now is the tracker on Dubon's motorcycle.

Good thinking on that.

Someone alert Ray of my competence.

I'm glad we could hold it down outside last night.

How was your time inside with Sonny?

Oh, no, his, um,

two left feet made for an interesting two-step.

But I still have all my toes.

Sounds like she didn't hate it.

Y'all can give it up with the fantasy, okay?

- Seriously. - You made a move, and, uh,

- she shot you down. - Oh, what I want to know

is why in the hell you buying a comic book

for a kid that you haven't seen in seven years?

- No. We are talking about you. - No, we're not.

- I'm with Sonny on this one. - Mm-hmm.

When, um...

When Mo was like two, uh, his mom cheated on me.

With one of my Team 5 brothers.

- Jesus. - What the fuck did you do?

Nicky left.

And I fell so far down a bottle,

she had no problem getting full custody when she married Todd.

Todd Gasper, Team 5?

His brother Glenn, he's, uh, he's on Foxtrot.

Ran away from my problem to a team

with a daily reminder of the guy who stole my family.

Well, that's why you were so giddy to get on Bravo.

Now, couldn't you have fought for your kid once you got sober?

It took me years to get clean.

And when I did, I realized

my want would only confuse Mo,

it would shatter his little world.

So, now I send presents from "Uncle Omar."

And all this time we had together, shoveling shit,

and you didn't care to share that?

I don't want to be "the guy

whose swim buddy stole his family" any more

than Drew wants to be "the missing Echo frogman."

Hey, guys.

Davis needs us.

You get a location for this "high-level security meeting"?

ISR over the current location on Dubon's tracker

shows what appears to be a military staging area.

Camp in the jungle.

- Is Nazario there? - The chatter

we picked up suggests his brain trust is

meeting tomorrow morning without him.

Doesn't matter. We're going in.

Okay, daytime op in the jungle?

Camp is out there for a reason.

Gonna be hard to get close without alerting anybody.

Well, is it worth the risk if Nazario isn't on target?

It's a lot easier capturing him

if we take out the security team.

Yeah. And it's also harder for him

to stage a coup without the leaders of his army.

We could deliver a death blow here, boys.

It looks like hiking and driving in are no-go's,

and a helo will attract more eyes

than Brock's beef jerky farts.

No, the best approach is to come in over the beach, right, Jace?

Mm-hmm. We're gonna go in.

Old school, men-in-green-faces shit.

We're gonna hammer the fucking target,

then we're gonna disappear before these fuckers even know what hit 'em.

Welcome to the jungle, boys.

Havoc, this is 1. How copy?

Good copy, 1. Bravo is five klicks from target.

Zero visual due to canopy,

and thermal won't work in the daylight,

so stay frosty.

Make him harder to find if someone comes looking for him, right?

Let's fucking move.

Havoc, this is 1. I pass Axl.

Good copy, 1. Passing Axl.

1, this is Havoc. ISR has eyes on your pos.

Seeing 12 guards, regular pattern of movement.

Closest two are 30 yards ahead.

Good copy, Havoc.

Take them.

Jackpot.

Brain trust is in sight.

Sonny, Omar, Drew,

set the charges on the west flank.

The rest of you, maneuver on me.

Charges are set. Ready to rock.

1, this is 2. Base is set.

Copy, 2. Maneuver set.

On my word.

1, this is Havoc.

Vehicle inbound.

Could be Nazario.

What the fuck?

What the fuck is Curtis doing here?

He's definitely outside his area of expertise.

Havoc, this is 1. We got a bogey on target.

1, say again your last.

Fucking Curtis is on-site.

What? Are you sure it's him?

A-firm. It's a solid PID.

1, hold what you've got.

We cannot assault with an American citizen on target.

Grab some images and RTB.

I say again, RTB.

How copy?

This is our only fucking shot. We got to Charlie Mike.

Jace, this is a career-ender.

Could cost us what we do best, brother.

Trent, Brock, get the boat ready, will you?

Roger that.

Base element, stand down. Get PID photos,

then prepare to exfil.

You made the right call, Jace.

So, these shitbirds get a stay of execution because of Curtis?

If he's telling one of his stupid-ass Tora Bora stories,

maybe Nazario's guys will suck-start their pistols.

Kill an American war hero on an op, we are front page news.

Leave it to a goddamn ginger Green Beret

to fuck up a cakewalk.

This guy's on a collision course with some dead bodies.

1, this is 2.

Our dirty work might be discovered soon.

Good?

- Yeah. - Okay. Let's hit the beach.

Move to exfil.

Fuck. Drew, put him down.

What the fuck was that?

That's gonna get noticed.

So much for a no-contact exfil.

Hey. Let's beat feet.

Move, move, move, move!

- Set. - Moving!

Break contact, consolidate back to the rally point.

4, it's gonna be a hot extract,

- you got to meet us there. - Copy, 1. Coming in hot.

- Move, move! - Covering!

- Fuck is Curtis doing here?! - Don't fucking matter right now.

- Fuck, move it. Move! - Moving!

Last man.

Covering!

Covering!

Moving!

Moving!

Covering!

RPG!

Bravo 4 and 5, we need fucking extraction now!

Low on ammo!

Winchester!

Bravo 4, we need extraction now!

Ray, go!

Sonny, Drew, move to the boat now!

- Moving! - Move!

Get him in!

You're on me, fucking go!

Keep your heads down.

Get us the fuck home. Move!

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