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- Previously, on Seal Team...
- The femoral neuropathy

is not responding to treatment.

What if waiting and hoping
doesn't do anything?

Your operating days will be behind you.

Far as I'm concerned,

you saved our asses.

Ray, get down!

- I'm never gonna forget that.
- I made a decision

to ensure the survival
of a Tier One asset.

You went rogue.

I'm pulling you out of DEVGRU.

And for the rest of your career,

you will only see the war
through the worst

D.C. office window that I can locate.

San Diego.
That's where they want me.

When?

Six weeks.

Sonny, let's make the time count.

Yeah.

How am I doing?

My job is to protect people.
It's what I do. Bad choices.

Bad people. Things happening.

You getting hurt.
But that's not rational.

You know, that kind of fear
just eats you up inside.

And it's undermining,
and I don't want my fear

to ruin your future.

So? How are you doing?

How am I doing?

I'm good.

You're not drinking your beer.

I'm pacing myself.

So, what do you think of Belgrade?

You like it?

Yeah, I like it.

A lot. It's been a while since
I've been on a vacation. So...

Oh. So what have you been doing?

Walking around Stari Grad.

Stari Grad.

- Stari Grad.
- Yeah.

- People watching.
- Mm.

You like people?

Certain people.

Well, then...

what do you think of me
showing you around?

You know... all the best places.

I'd love a private tour, but...

Not now.

Another time, then.

Yeah. Somewhere I have to be.

Havoc, this is 1. Passing Coosa.

Copy, 1.
I have you passing Coosa.

Up the stairs. Turned east.

Gray Mercedes Sedan.

Eastbound. King Aleksandar Street.

- You call a cab?
- Something like that.

You know what bothers me?

I have a feeling you're
about to tell me.

One, is this Driving Miss Daisycrap.

I don't like it.

And two, I got to circle the bar
all day, fighting traffic

while you're inside sipping
beer, talking up a pretty lady.

Who says the bartender was pretty, Ray?

Everything I know about you
says just that, brother.

No, okay, look, I'm watching
your back, Ray, all right?

- Ever since Guam?
- Yeah?

I'm never letting you
in a bar alone again.

Too soon, brother.

Too soon.

I don't know about that.

♪ I'm
missing me an Amarillo ♪

♪ Morning ♪

♪ I'm missing bluebells
dancing in the wind ♪

♪ I'm missing me a love
left without warning ♪

♪ Hoping I can get it back again ♪

♪ I miss Texas ♪

♪ I miss the Lone Star... ♪

Bravo 3, status check?

Bravo 3's in position.

On your six, about 20 meters back.

You know, we come all the way to Serbia

and I think we're gonna
hunt some terrorists,

and here we are, tailing a chauffeur.

A little itchy there, fella?

What? You've been training for months.

Haven't been shot at
in such a long time.

We been working our
way up the food chain.

Dinner time's soon.

You forget we got this lead
from our new intel officer.

Know what I say?

Never trust a rookie.

You're sure the intel's good, Ensign?

The chauffeur's picking up
an arms dealer

linked to the bombing
of an American military outpost

in Italy.

Just wanted to hear you say it.

Playtime's over, boys. Focus up.

Yes, ma'am.

J?

I see him.

Bravo 3, this is 2.

HVT is coming out now.

Copy that. Got him.

Why do arms dealers
always look like models?

It's a thing, right?

Drive.

Havoc, this is 1, I pass Wetumpka.

Bravo 1, I copy Wetumpka.

Heads on a swivel, boys.

Why can't we move on the HVT now, boss?

We need to get out of the
city center. We stick out here.

Bravo 1, this is Havoc Base.
You need to interdict the target

before the HVT reaches
the highway, how copy?

Copy that, Havoc.

Havoc, this is 1. We're
approaching an intersection.

It's a good place for an interdiction.

Our friends have an opinion?

Hilandarska and Cetinjska
is behind Republic Square,

which is under construction,
slower traffic.

Havoc to Bravo 1, our partner forces

like Hilandarska and Cetinjska.
Good spot to interdict.

Copy that, Havoc.

Bravo 4, you hear that?

Roger, 1.

I'll funnel the target car
that way. 4 out.

Entering the intersection now.

Don't go left, don't go left.

Don't go left.

- And we're blown.
- Hit it, Ray.

Bravo 1, this is 4.

We got knocked off course
and have to backtrack.

Havoc, this is 4. Going
to need your assistance

rerouting us to the HVT.

Copy, 4. Bravo 1
is eastbound on Barnavey

toward Limska Street.

- We're gonna lose him, J.
- No, we're not.

Bravo 1, this is 6,
got you covered overhead.

Havoc, this is 1, I pass Elmore.

Copy that, 1. Passing Elmore.

Give me a SITREP.

Everyone's good. We're RTB.

We're back.

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Come on.

Ah, looky here.

Nice shooting there, golden girl.

Especially since you've been on
the disabled list for so long.

You good?

Leg's fine, Sonny.

Why the hell we got a handicap placard

on the Little Bird?

Now, tell me
this there, Clay.

Is it true, after a hit like that,

that one of your peanuts
is smaller than the other one?

You'd know small.

Oh, hey. Attention on deck.

All right, at ease, boys.

How long is this gonna go on for?

First year's the worst, ma'am. Lightens

- up in years two and three.
- Wonderful.

All right, listen up, gentlemen.

Intel turned out to be solid.

Three KIA, all clean shots.

- Master Chief...
- Yeah?

Anything else you want to tell me

about the little demolition derby

you guys ran out there?

I'd say it was more
Mad Max: Fury, if you ask me.

But par for the course.

Par for the course. All right, guys,

let's hit the racks.

Not sure when you're going out again.

Oh, is that the bugger
that's gonna lead us to Vadim?

All available HUMINT suggests
the man you bagged today

sold Vadim Tarasov the CL-20 used

in at least two of the bombings.

The link is pretty thin.

If the HVT doesn't talk, we got zero.

Well, let's hope
your interrogator

is up to the task, then.

Good afternoon, Viktor.

Why am I here?

You know why you're here.

You know what we want.

And you know who we are.

Hey, what are you doing?

Look, I told you,
there's no messing around

- when we're working.
- I'm not messing around.

I just came by to, you know,
congratulate you

for bagging your first target.

Yeah, look at you, huh?
You're crushing your new gig.

I still don't see how
accepting Blackburn's offer

to become DEVGRU's intel officer

is gonna help us uncomplicate things.

Well, wasn't there a class
for that at intel school?

It's not funny.

- Uh-huh?
- Mm-mm.

All right, we're gonna be able to

navigate these waters just fine.

We're Navy. It's what we do.

- Goodbye.
- Uh-huh.

Yo.

Hey.

How's, uh... how's Mikey and Emma?

- Good.
- Yeah?

Both of 'em are good.

Hey, let's go work out.

Hell no.

What?

Because you've been pushing the team

- pretty hard lately, brother.
- So?

Rest is our ally. I'm resting.

Hey, you been having
a hard time sleeping lately?

I've always had a hard time
sleeping, Ray.

It was never easy.

When I first joined Bravo,
you slept like a baby,

anywhere, anytime.

Chop of helo blades
put your ass right out.

Remember that talk we had after Guam?

You were maybe gonna talk to someone.

What's there to say?

I guess talk about what's bothering you.

Clay almost died, you almost died.

Bravo Team, they almost got
broken up, Ray.

I couldn't stop thinking about it, so...

that's what was bothering me, Ray.

Was or still is?

Was. I'm fine, I'm good.

- Hi, babe.
- Hey, baby. How goes it?

- How are you?
- I'm good.

I want you... shh. The guys are asleep.

Shh.

18 years of sustained combat.

I learned a long time ago
to remain calm in the chaos,

so the fighting doesn't bother me.

But when things go quiet,

I hear Father Time coming for me.

A new battle on the horizon.

And for the first time in my life,

I'm facing an enemy I
don't know how to fight.

You know, it's not gonna lift itself.

No, I'm just in between sets.

So...

You're up early, huh?

I try to get up here
and work the leg

a little bit, you know?

First op for you in months, man.

Feeling good?

Yeah, leg's feeling better.

Kind of strange because I can feel it.

You know, like I'm aware of it.

Doctor says that's 'cause of how
they put things back together.

The nerves and everything.

I don't know. I'm not
complaining; it works.

Kind of strange, you know,
us going after a bomber,

after what happened to you.

Fitting, I guess.

I don't know. Haven't really
given it much thought.

Well, you know what?

It's good that you're back
rolling with us.

That's all that matters, okay?

I never knew how it was before, man.

- What's that?
- Being away.

You know, all those weeks rehabbing,

nothing but time and
memories to haunt me.

All I wanted to do
was be back operating.

Not sure what that says about
us, that war is our refuge.

Viktor, you're an arms dealer.

Illegal arms. The CIA can prove it.

- They can't.
- We already have.

How do you think we all came to be here?

I told you, I'm a banker.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

And I have told you it's important
that you be honest with me.

You smuggled a highly-advanced
explosive out of Belgium

from an insider at a weapons factory,

a reengineered version of CL-20.

You sold it

to terrorist mastermind Vadim Tarasov

to bomb a cafe in Italy

frequented by American service members.

Five died, 22 Italians along with them.

That's more than enough
to jail you for life.

It's over.

So help yourself.

Vadim Tarasov is behind the
deaths of hundreds of people.

He now intends to use
the Balkans as a launchpad

for terrorist attacks in Europe.

Hundreds more people will die.

You have no idea who Vadim really is.

How bad he really is.

No.

You have no idea who Vadim is.

Three years ago, he was almost captured

by French special forces.

They raided a safe house,
barely missed him.

Vadim knew there was
an informant close to him.

He couldn't be sure who,
but narrowed it to four men.

Friends. Vadim grabbed their families,

tortured them all.

He let the three other men live.

My family...

they'll be killed.

No.

We already have them.

Where?

Safe.

We can take care of them.

A new life elsewhere, new names.

You can't guarantee that.

The Serbians can, and have.

No one wants to see your family hurt.

How do I find Vadim Tarasov?

Bojinka.

Vadim's bomb maker.

Where is Bojinka?

I don't know, but there
may be a way to him.

Bojinka is about to take
possession of more CL-20.

- How do you know that?
- Because...

I sold it to him.

Alban Bojinka. A bombmaker
from Vadim Tarasov's hometown.

If he bought more CL-20 from Korda,

then Vadim's already planned
his next attack.

Clock's ticking.

Yeah, the only question is

can we trust the word of an arms dealer?

He could be lying, buying time.

That's your job now, Lisa.

Confirm the intelligence.

- Oh.
- Hey.

How was the workout?

Jason kick your ass in the gym?

Totally.

Yo, I-I will say that
he's in better shape

than I've ever seen him.

Yeah, well, he has been
hitting it pretty hard lately.

Yeah. You know, it's kind of funny,

he's acting more like a new guy
than a guy rounding third base.

If he heard you say that,
he really would kick your ass.

I don't know, I guess
that's what makes him great.

That focus.

Three-foot world, right?

You know, one day he's gonna reach
the end of those three feet.

Then what?

You good?

Yeah.

Why does everybody keep asking
me that, man?

'Cause you got blown up, Clay.

Just making sure you're squared away.

Yeah, leg's fine, man.

Not your leg people are worried about.

You were out for a while, man,
almost out for good.

Never know how even the toughest
pipe hitter's gonna react

once the bullets start flying again.

Well, guess we'll find out.

Okay.

You know, I never did say I was sorry.

You didn't cost me my job, Jason.

It was my call to give up
a CIA asset to save your asses.

CIA's call to reassign me. Simple.

So I'm no longer attached
to Bravo permanently,

but at least I got out of D.C.

Field interrogation, operations,

not so bad. I'm good.

Still feel like I'm
partly to blame, so...

I was maybe just a little bit
out of control last year.

- I know. I was there.
- You were.

Let's walk.

You know, if it makes you
feel any better,

I am relieved to be working
on the ground again.

Why's that?

Well, pointing the tip of the spear

came with a lot of stress I don't miss.

Doesn't sound like you.

- You want to know something?
- Huh?

Every time before a
warning order, I'd shake.

Like I had the chills. I wasn't cold.

Why's that?

I get the smallest thing wrong,

tiny detail, someone dies.

That's why I had to

build walls between myself and the guys.

Funny, you know what? You never
put walls between me and you.

Never.

You were never afraid of dying, Jason.

Sometimes I thought that's
what you were looking for.

I... Sorry. I didn't
mean anything by that.

All good, all good, right?

How's things at home?

Things are good at home, you know?

Kids are great, they're excelling,

they're doing what they want to do, huh?

Do you get lonely,

living on your own?

It's not a home. It's a place
where I lay my head, that's it.

You know, sometimes
when it gets quiet, I...

I got to put the microwave on
just so I can hear the noise.

We're getting spun up.

Jason.

Just be careful.

We've confirmed our HVT
to be an expert bomb maker,

veteran of the Balkan Wars
who lost a leg.

He'll have a limp.

What's his gripe? The usual?

Don't matter why the dog bites,

you got to put him down.

Bravo 3, I want to
impress upon you the importance

of capturing Bojinka alive.
He's our link to Vadim.

Yes, ma'am. 100 yards.

No, some more.

Havoc Base to all stations, be advised

you have a vehicle entering your
location with what appears to be

four unknowns inside.

If the HVT isn't at the meet,

tag the shipment so we can tail it.

Copy, Havoc.

Havoc to Bravo 1, we do not have
a positive ID on the HVT.

Bojinka is not there. How copy?

That's good copy, Havoc.

Bravo 4, this is 1.

We have crates of CL-20
being loaded onto the truck.

Tag the vehicle when you can.

Bravo 4, you have a Tango
moving your way.

He gets any closer, he's gonna
be standing on top of Trent.

I don't have a shot.

6, you got a clear shot?

A-firm, I have a shot.

Okay, take it if you need it.

Bravo 4's safety is
priority over the mission.

Don't worry about the wind there, Clay.

Shut up.

We've tagged the truck.
We're in business.

The explosives have ended
up over the border in Kosovo.

As you all know, Kosovo
has recently become the hotbed

of terrorist activity.

Where are the explosives now?

A housing complex in Skenderaj.

It's huge and a maze.
Be a good place

for our bombmaker
and his friends to hide.

Well, this is not
gonna pop off right

unless we know the guy's in there.

Mandy and Filip got inside.

We believe we know what floor Bojinka

and his men are on.

What about information?

Is information available?

The manager revealed
that a group of foreigners

recently moved to the
east tower a few months ago.

They pay rent in cash
and have a curious habit

of rarely leaving.
Groceries and supplies

are delivered to the four
apartments they occupy

on the 16th floor.

The manager says that
she rarely sees them,

but one of the men that lives
amongst them has a limp.

Maybe a prosthetic leg.
Maybe our bombmaker.

I don't know, maybe all your maybes

aren't inspiring me here, Davis.
I don't know, maybe.

If you're looking for absolutes,

Master Chief,
you're in the wrong business.

We're tying down loose ends now.
SIA has someone inside.

Hitting a building that size,

16 floors up, unknown
number of combatants,

possibly booby trapped,
difficult at best.

Well, night, obviously.

Push up from the ground
to 16, split into two,

cover both stairwells.

Enemy will have security measures.

We hit a resistance,
gunfight's gonna alert

our HVT of our presence.

He's gonna be gone by the
time we make it to 16.

I think it's better to come from above.
He won't expect it.

You're both right. Helo
and ground assault.

Split the teams. Half
will come from below,

the other half come off of the roof.

We don't get him on 16,

we'll trap him in between us.

Once we have him, exfil on the helo.

All right. We go tonight.

Take the rest of the
day to get some rest.

Guys. We need Bojinka alive.

He's our last link to Vadim.

You good?

Sending you guys into the fire, it's...

- messing with me.
- Mm-hmm.

Your job is to put us
in front of the bad guy.

And if one of us climbs
that six-foot ladder down,

it ain't on you.

Ma'am.

There are 40 numbers in my phone,

numbers that I'll never call again.

Teammates who never made it home.

They belong to men like
Adam, Nate, Swanny, Diaz.

Men I served with.

Dead men. Team guys.

The first time I saw a friend die,

it was the seminal
experience of my life.

The last time I saw a friend die,

it was the seminal
experience of my life.

I nearly saw three more
friends die last year.

Sonny,

Clay,

Ray.

With Bravo reunited
for the first time in months,

I wonder which brother will be
the next I can't call.

You can't think about it.

But one by one, two by two,
the numbers keep growing.

I scroll through my phone,
I see their names.

I remember the things that happened.

Lately, I can't put it away.

I can't bury it.

18 years of sustained combat.

War takes a toll.

And not just in blood.

Our spouses, our children,

our mental health.

All collateral damage in our
fight to defend our country.

Some call it sacrifice.
I call it a choice.

Truth is,

I'm a better warrior
than husband or father,

and I need to be,

or more of my brothers
won't make it home.

So why do it, put ourselves through it?

Why keep coming back?

There's only one reason: each other.

Because we're brothers.

Havoc Base, this is Bravo 2.
I pass Montgomery.

- Copy Montgomery.
- Could you do me a favor?

Can you ask,
uh, Blackburn a question there?

Why in the hell

am I always on the team that has
to hump it up the stairs?

I mean, come on.

Havoc to 2, sky
team is two mikes out.

Havoc Base, Bravo 2 is set.

Good luck. Havoc out.

Bravo 2, looks like we got
two police vehicles in pursuit.

Hold what you got.

Copy that.

- You got to be kidding me.
- So much for low profile.

Bravo 1, this is Bravo 2. Local police

just woke up the whole neighborhood.

Suggest we cancel the op
and come back tomorrow.

Lost the element of surprise, boss.

We staying or going?

And those police just primed
the pump, dude, I'm telling you.

This guy hears a mouse fart
and he's frickin' running.

Charlie Mike.

Bravo 2 to Bravo 1, I
copy Charlie Mike. Over.

Let's go in, boys.

It's party time.

Cerberus is sitting.

Could be rigged to blow.

Got to assume there's
explosives in there,

but no reason they'd be weaponized.

- Clear.
- SSE, bag everything.

Exfil in three mikes.

Assuming you didn't see him
on the way up?

No. We got contacted first,
but we assume he'd come up

if he's trying to escape,
instead of down.

Yeah, we definitely didn't miss
him on the way down.

He's on 17, then.

Dog!

I don't think he could've
got much further.

- Come on.
- Here, check it out.

Good boy.

Havoc, this is 1. We're passing Mobile.

- HVT is not in the room.
- I copy Mobile, 1.

Be advised, your time on target
is now seven minutes.

K-9 has scent. Moving to secure.

Bravo 1, this is Havoc, come in.

1, radio check, over.

Bravo 1, this is Havoc Base. Come in.

Bravo 1, radio check, over.

Jas?

Jas.

- You okay, brother?
- Yeah.

- How you doing, boss?
- What happened?

Bojinka clacked off an S-vest,
Jackson Pollock'd the apartment.

You nearly got his
plus-one to the champagne room

in the sky, boss.

Bravo 1, this is
Havoc Base, come in.

Bravo 1, radio check, over.

Havoc, this is 1.

HVT is killed.

Everyone's alive. We're moving to exfil.

That's a good copy, 1.

Disaster averted.

Let's go.

Chaser, this is Havoc Base.

Bravo Team is secure.

Suggest you exfil before
the area gets too hot.

Copy, Havoc.

This is what you call zero footprint?

This is what we call a goat rope.

Drive.

Almost caught the last train to glory.

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