All language subtitles for SEAL Team 3x17 - Drawdown (English)

Previously on SEAL Team...

A few weeks ago, Mr.
Quinn assaulted a patron

at a Washington, D.C. pub,

and this is how I'm handling it.

Petty Officer Quinn will travel
to Laughlin Air Force base

tomorrow for six weeks
of advanced armory school.

How in the hell did Lindell

find out what happened in D.C.?

You happen to tell him at
one of your private meetings?

- Why would I do that?
- Well, the teacher's pet

does need his star, doesn't he?

- He's pushing me for STA-21.
- I knew it!

- I haven't said yes.
- Well, no, you haven't said no,

- either, have you?
- I really thought that I could

be all in with Bravo and with you.

And I was wrong.

Bravo Team needs me more
than you do right now.

You're definitely coming back?

Promise you won't die over there?

I promise.

Teena says she'll go with you.

Baby, I-I don't...

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Yeah.

Be honest.

Does this look like the same
one I snapped yesterday?

It's the same picture, Ray.

Documenting Teena's time in Afghanistan

- is a great way to stay in touch with...
- Take the doll...

- Put the doll away.
- No, it's a great way to stay close

- with Jameelah. Let her know...
- Put it away.

Daddy's safe.

- I can take one for you for Natalie if you want.
- No, that's okay.

- Yeah...
- What is up with this place, huh?

I mean, look at it, it's like...

Seems like everybody's clocking out.

Well, that's 'cause they are, brother.

I mean, it's a base closure
and a troop drawdown.

Everybody's trying to
give peace a chance.

Yeah, well, it's Afghanistan.

Danger lurking around every corner.

- You know that.
- Yeah. Well, you can wait

on that danger to come along, but me?

Since I told my daughter
I was gonna make it home,

I'm not complaining about
how quiet things are.

Jason Hayes.

- Ray Perry.
- Wow.

I heard a rumor Bravo was back.

Jack Daniels, my man...
look at him. Wait a second.

Got the same watch on I
gave him last time, huh?

- Good as new.
- Man, haven't seen you in a few deployments.

- Yeah, I know.
- Not since he gave me this watch.

And it's still running, isn't it?

Not sure I can say the same for us.

Yeah, man, you know
you rode shotgun with us

on some of our hairiest ops, brother.

My wife and children are glad

- they're behind me.
- So, what's up?

You still, uh, interpreting for SOCOM?

No, I am working with the
Ministry of Interior now.

Hopefully bringing some
stability to my country.

So you're the reason
my team is so bored.

If I do my job right, Jason,

you'll be bored for months.

Been three weeks since we arrived.

- Bravo's getting antsy.
- With the drawdown,

there's not a lot of
kinetic action out there

for Tier One operators.

What about targeting
packages from past teams?

I need more Intel, but
I'm hitting roadblocks.

All the other agencies seem focused

on the upcoming key leader engagement.

Peace with the Taliban.

Never thought I'd see the day.

You know, something tells me

you both think that's a bad idea.

This country hasn't seen peace in ages,

so our departure's gonna
cause some growing pains.

- Violent ones.
- Jeopardizing all the progress we've made

in the past two decades.

Yeah, you're probably right,
but nobody around here

wants to hear that, so I
suggest you not make any waves.

Picked up these secrets from
a Snake Eater in Kunduz.

Hand-roasted beans. Burr grind.

I must've schwacked two
dozen bad guys on that pump.

Every story includes a body count.

Eh, Thirty Mike just saying words.

Words with dollar
signs attached to them.

Some publisher's gonna
make it rain for my memoir

of all the ninja ops I rolled on.

And we'll find it in
the fiction section.

Nice job, T. All right. Settle in, boys.

Papa needs to make this shot right here.

- 50 bucks you miss.
- All right.

Finally get a little action around here.

Oh!

Yes!

That tab's getting up there, buddy.

Someone, uh, want to explain this to me?

- Huh?
- Well, since a, uh, "volunteer"

has to go babysit
those little Army boots

in that COP Redding bullet sponge,

we have decided that the loser

of the Camp Larkin Open has to go.

It's not so bad out there.

I had a forbidden thing with
a local smoke show years ago.

- No, you didn't.
- I vote that we find someone else

from Charlie Team to fill in for Sonny.

Yeah, uh, Thirty Mike
is an acquired taste.

Speaking of, has anybody
heard from Sonny?

Did they hit 'em up?

No. Radio silent.

Honestly, it's probably better
that he's not here, though.

He'd be climbing the frickin' walls

with us just sitting around like this.

You can't complain
about the op tempo, man.

It's nice not being shot
at for a little while.

You know, the Ray Perry
I met a dozen years ago

would kick your ass for saying that.

- Oh, yeah?
- Uh-huh.

So what, we're just gonna play golf

and work on our tans all deployment?

My guess is we're sidelined

as a way to show the Taliban
our commitment towards drawdown.

Bunch of Tier One
operators start making hits,

and they got to worry we have an agenda.

Wow, pretty and smart.

You know, you should think about joining

the real pipe hitters on Charlie Team.

Clay's not going nowhere.

Except COP Redding.

Oh...

Sorry, Trent. Only thing
worse than doing nothing here

is doing nothing alone.

What's your poison?

I'll get a-a whiskey, neat.

Thank you, Miss Hannah.

Sonny Quinn.

In the flesh.

I like the beard.

It's a definite upgrade from
that sad little caterpillar

above your lip in eighth grade.

Oh, yeah? Well, greatness
comes from humble beginnings.

So, you work here now?

I own here now.

Saved up and bought the
place a few years back.

- From humble beginnings.
- Ah.

Well, huh.

You've been busy, huh?

You've been M.I.A.

Yeah.

So of all the gin joints in
all the towns in all the world,

what brings you into
mine this afternoon?

Well, uh, you know,

I'm gonna be working over in
Laughlin for a while, so...

I was remembering, you know,

just all the hell-raising that
we used to do in this place.

Oh, man, oh, man.

So I figured I'd just come on by

and see if it was still standing.

Telling me you drove all this way to see

if this place still
smells like stale beer?

Yes, ma'am.

Come on, Sonny.

After all these years, I can still tell

when you're hiding something.

Is that right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

What the hell's Team America doing now?

It looks like he's trying
to put the bar back together.

Whole base is coming down,
he's building it back up.

Dude is in denial.

Mm-hmm. It's got to
be easier than the truth.

You know, coming here
for the ninth time,

witnessing a drawdown

and watching us making
peace with the enemy.

Clay.

Let's help the man. Come on.

What you doing, Bob Vila?

Well, I figured, uh...

Get the end of that and
push it together, all right?

I figure we're gonna be at,
uh, Camp Larkin for a while,

so let's turn it back into our home.

Get the bar up. Come on.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

All the fallen SEALs
who lived at Larkin.

All these boys made
the ultimate sacrifice.

It is on us right now, it's on us

to make sure that, uh, no
one else is added to this.

- J.
- Yeah?

- Eddie Guzman.
- Yeah.

- Your old team leader?
- Yeah.

Wonder what he would say if he knew

we were making friends with Tali.

He wouldn't say a damn thing.

He'd just spit out some
chew and keep working.

Anyone who says
otherwise is a damn liar.

No, he'd say he went down
fighting for the rest of us.

That's what he would say.

You know what? You can save that crap

for the Bravo kids you've
been spoon-feeding it to

for the last ten years. I knew
you before you were you.

You just reminded me

why Bravo Team kicked you down
to Charlie Team decades ago.

- You know what's funny?
- What?

How I'm back because Bravo 1

couldn't keep his team together.

Still have problems with the
truth, don't you, Thirty Mike?

- It's okay. You'll grow up someday.
- The truth.

- Mm-hmm. Yeah. Truth.
- Yeah, like, with what happened to CuJo?

- Hey.
- Yo, man.

Seriously?

What's wrong with you, man?

Mortar?

Told you, Ray. Still Afghanistan.

Now that's some tale.

This Lindell fellow
sounds like a real villain.

Well, I must've told it
right, then, because he is.

The part where your
teammates turn on you?

Betrayed by your brothers?
Damn near Shakespearean.

Mm-hmm. Does that, uh, that
make me the tragic hero?

Well, that's up to you.

Plan on going home while you're here?

I, uh, I popped by a few weeks ago.

- Really? How'd that go?
- Yeah.

It was brief.

Yeah, it appears that
Emmet didn't learn, uh,

how to be a father while I was away.

There's a lot of
history between you two.

Yeah, and none of it pretty.

I always thought he was the
strongest man in the world.

You know, h-his voice would
send a shiver up my spine,

and he could corral
a-a team of wild horses.

Lot of time has passed.

Might be worth giving him a chance.

Oh, no, no. Listen, I will
pay for my own liquor here

if I don't have to listen
to you plead a case for...

I'm not pleading anything.
I'm a neutral third party

- just looking to make peace.
- All right.

Okay. He comes in here
every now and then.

He's always alone.

You know, I only got two regrets.

The first

was leaving my Trans Am behind.

Okay? You remember, like,
all-all that-that time

and hard work and money I
would put into it after school?

You know? Man, I-I-I can't even imagine

what lowball offer he let it go for.

And what's the second?

Um...

The way I ghosted when I enlisted.

Well...

You deserved better, all right?

Should've never done
that to a best friend.

Maybe Emmet deserved better, too.

You know, rumor has it,

your car's still on that ranch.

Yeah, it's probably more
run-down than-than he is.

There's only one way
to find out for sure.

I'll go along with you
if you get up the nerve.

No. No.

That's pathetic.

I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to...

No, no, no, no. No, no. You know what?

I'm just gonna check and make sure...

Yep, no, I'm-I'm the worst
shot on this entire base.

- But apparently you're a deadeye.
- Well, helps me

blow off steam when I've
had a frustrating day.

You're an officer. Just, uh,
make somebody else do your work.

Not really my style.

Besides...

Oh, you're-you're a J.O.

So you got something to prove.

Listen, I'm not sure whether
you've seen the memo or not,

but there's not really a lot
going on in J-Bad these days.

So just do what you're supposed to

and you could be sleeping
instead of out here shooting.

You know, with everybody
so focused on the drawdown,

somebody's got to keep their
eyes open to the bigger picture.

Not all of us want to
just hold up our contracts.

Oh.

I have been accused of
being many things before,

but a contractor is not one of them.

Then what are you?

Offended.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna go back to giving this
target its stay of execution.

Good night.

Good night.

Sorry about that.

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I'm very sorry.

Oh, it's okay. He's fine.

No, he's quite bad, actually.

I can keep young men like
him from running off to war,

but it seems I cannot teach
them to serve customers.

Well, you're doing a good thing,

giving him something to do.

Yeah, good for our city.
Bad for my business.

Hey, hey, whoa. I hoped
you saved some for us.

That's all I got to say, huh?

You all got a front-row seat

to the mortar fireworks yesterday.

Yeah, you got any idea who
was taking potshots at us?

- No.
- We've got a lot of enemies

in the two decades we've been here.

There's a lot of threats out there.

Nobody's paying it much mind.

Brass has to validate the drawdown.

Right. The brass has
to validate the drawdown.

God forbid a little war

gets in the way of the peace process.

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- Please tell me that's an op.
- No.

There was a-a letter
published in the Post,

says how Ambassador Marsden

wasn't at fault and died a hero.

What about all that BS about her

running guns and starting a tribal war?

Explained how it couldn't be true.

D.C.'s eating crow saying they
were working off bad Intel.

That's-that's great.

I mean, she deserved to be cleared.

Yeah, it was messed up,
what they tried to do to her.

They said who wrote the letter?

It was anonymous, sent to her husband,

who then send it to the Post.

But clearly whoever it is
had details about Yemen.

Well, at least it's put to bed for now.

The false narrative might be
put to bed, but whoever took out

the bogus hit job on Marsden,

they're not gonna be happy.

- Look who it is.
- Yo.

Davis found something for us.

What do you got?

So, going over the
remaining target packages,

and Charlie Team was trying to locate

a weapons cache but never found it.

- I did.
- Looking for weapons...

isn't that more of a
gig for regular Army?

Well, at least we're
going outside the wire.

I mean, it's not the sexiest op,

- but it's something.
- The cache is believed

to be a spot where the Haqqani network

has dumped off a bunch of their weapons.

I'm not trying to dampen the mood,

but correct me if I'm wrong...

didn't we shut down the Haqqani network,

- like, a couple years ago?
- Look, I didn't say

this was the hottest
target on the board.

But we never found where the network

was hiding their weapons,

so this could be a treasure trove.

Exactly, and those weapons
get in the wrong hands,

someone could make a
lot of noise. A lot.

All right, how many enemy on target?

ISR is showing no activity
outside; inside's unknown.

All right. We hit it tonight.

Sundown, wheels up.

That's it. Let's go, boys.

Come on.

What's up?

- I think I've been here before.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

Nothing on the blackside.

All right, we'll go
through the front door.

Havoc, this is 1. We pass Mustang.

Let's move. On you.

He came in here.

Yeah, well, he didn't just disappear.

Trent, Thirty, dresser. Flush him out.

Ray? On me.

Roger that.

How the hell did he know that?

Got him?

Come on.

Pull him out.

Let's see what these boys are hiding.

Okay, Cerberus, check here.

Good boy.

Hey. You believe Jason's clearing
the same building over again?

I mean, this guy knows Afghanistan

better than he knows his own home.

Talk to me, man. Where is it?

Where? Where? Ray!

He's just praying.

Check here. Yeah?

- Yeah?
- I've got something.

Clear it. Clear it. Clear it. Clear it.

- Clear it.
- Hey. Bring Full Metal in.

- Switch-switch with Brock.
- Get it. Let's go.

Pull that.

Yep.

- Bravo 1!
- Yeah?

You're gonna want to see this.

You got to be kidding me.

Take a look.

So much for a treasure trove.

This is a dry hole.

I take it this means

you didn't interpret
yesterday's dry hole

as evidence justifying the drawdown?

No.

No, 'cause somebody knew
where those weapons were

and they have a plan for 'em.

You got anything to back that up?

These are all the SIGACTS
in our area of operation.

Compared to the activity in our A.O.

last time we were here, this is nothing.

Makes it look like peace
with Taliban is working.

But looks can be deceiving.

These are all the SIGACTS

from Marine and Army
units in surrounding A.O.s.

Things are crazy along the border.

The limited action here has
given a false sense of security,

but all of this activity on the border,

this indicates that
the enemy is close by.

And somebody is just waiting
to take advantage of us leaving.

I mean, the-the dots are all there.

But you're still missing the
hard Intel that connects them.

And to do that, I need access to Intel

from sources other than SOCOM.

Even some that don't
always like to share.

I'll see what I can do.

There used to be a couple
hundred head of cattle up there.

Wow.

What's he done to this place?

Hannah Oliver.

Hey there, Emmet.

You are a sight
for sore eyes, young lady.

Ah...

Ah, I appreciate you
coming all the way up here

and classing up the place.

Always happy to help.

Though, uh, need I be concerned

about you maybe falling
into some bad habits

or something, considering the...

company you're keeping lately?

Now, don't worry. We ain't
gonna be staying for long.

Figured you got a better place to be.

Actually, I brought dinner.

Well... I guess I'll
set the table, then.

You bamboozled me.

Well, he's probably lonely out here.

Yeah, well, that's what happens

when you push everyone in
your life away from you.

Damn it, dork, you winged me, man.

Sorry, dude. A little
itchy trigger finger here.

Can you blame me?

Not with this feeling
like a Gucci deployment.

Minus the fun stuff.

Waste of a Tier One asset,
sending us here, man.

Russia, China and Iran
expanding their footprints,

we'd be better served elsewhere.

Is it me or does
Clay talk more cake-eater

than pipe-hitter?

I told you, man, my boy's bilingual.

That's why Lindell was
trying to recruit his ass

for STA-21.

But he didn't get him.

Wait.

Is this what your girlfriend
was talking about

when she asked if
you'd told the team yet?

You listening in on my Skype calls?

Uh, more like watching.

I mean, she's stupid hot and
I've been downrange for months.

Wait a minute. Nah.

What's he talking about, Clay?

Hey. Let's go. Let's move. All right?

We were sloppy on target
yesterday, all right?

Come on.

Get up. All right, stop with the juice.

Let's go. Put the book down.

Let's move.

Let's get our stuff together, come on.

Hello? Is it something I said?

Nah, Clay was about to tell us

- about STA-21.
- STA-21? That's put to bed.

Nothing to say about it.
Isn't that right, Clay?

Clay?

I accepted Lindell's offer.

Son of a bitch.

Clay, let him cool down, man.

Clay!

Hey.

I should've told you sooner, man.

Three years of dealing with your ego

and your second-guessing,
and this is the thanks I get?

Jace, I appreciate everything
you've done for me, man, I do.

It's not personal.

You're telling me not
to take this personal?

You come to deployment
with one foot out the door

and you're telling me
not to take this personal?

Now my team has to suffer
because of this distraction.

Thank you.

- This distraction?
- Yeah. Distraction.

A d-distraction from what?

From watching this-this
base just disappear?

Jace, there's nothing
happening here, man.

- What... ?
- Nothing happening,

so what are you gonna do, huh?

You just gonna jump
off the speeding train,

is that what you're gonna do?

- Jump off the speeding train?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Look around, man... the speeding
train has become a merry-go-round.

You're hitting the same
targets that you hit years ago,

this whole place is coming down,

and now, now we're making
peace with our enemy?

That is not my concern.

My job is my mission
and the safety of my men.

That's my job. Got it?

- That's my concern.
- Yeah.

Exactly.

Team guys like you have suffered so much

executing the mission here.

Look at Trent.

Look at Trent's arm!

Look at all of our
brothers on that plaque.

Look how much sacrifice we have made.

- Read the papers. The...
- Read the papers?

The brass now admits that
they mishandled this war.

That's great, right? So
what, are you gonna be

with the brain trust now,
is that what you want to do?

You want to be with the brain trust?

Look, I want to be in a
position where I can help

reshape how these wars are fought,

so that, that way,
operators never have to be

in this same position again.

My three weeks here has
only justified my decision

- to change paths.
- You want to change paths,

that's what you're gonna
do? Fine, pack your bags.

You're heading to COP
Redding. You're gone.

So how you been, Emmet?

Well, can't complain.

Still vertical.

Except all you got is the
wind to keep you company.

What the hell happened
to all the livestock?

Someone finally interested
in the family business

after all these years?

Wow, I'm surprised that you
even know what that word means.

- Sonny.
- It's all right, darling.

Percival always was a whiner.

Don't ever call me that again.

It's your Christian name.

- I gave it to you.
- Yeah.

That was your first and
last act as a father.

All right, go ahead.

Let's hear you rewrite history, boy.

I'm-I'm sorry, maybe I'm mistaken.

But didn't you drop me
off at my grandninny's

when I was eight years old
because you just couldn't cut it?

And somehow I managed
to put a roof over your head,

and you thank me

by slipping away, never
to look back again.

Oh, yeah.

Can't believe I...

I didn't yearn for all this:

a ranch as empty as the
man sitting in front of me.

All right, now,

let's try to have a little respect

since this is my house.

And you are still my son.

I stopped being your
son the day Mama died.

You do this in your own
time, in your own space.

But not at my table.

That's fine, man.

Let's go.

I'm sure that car's probably
up on blocks, anyways.

It's in the barn.

This time maybe you're
gonna run away in style.

My colleague's been boots on
the ground for almost 11 months,

so he has access to Intel I don't.

But heads up, he's
pretty sure of himself,

so if he's toeing the party line,

he might not want to help.

Reiss.

This is Ensign Lisa Davis

from DEVGRU.

Well, that explains...

where you learned how to shoot.

You two know each other?

Not formally.

I'm, uh, Reiss Julian.

- CIA.
- Mm-hmm.

- Not contractor.
- Mm-hmm.

What can I do?

Ensign Davis needs our help.

I think the peace process is
a dam that's about to break.

Okay. Coming in hot.

I have a limited scope of Intel,

but there's been an
increase in IED attacks

and direct fire engagements
just outside the A.O.

As soon as we leave,
the enemy's coming here.

Right. A power vacuum.

Attitude around here seems to be

that'll be the Taliban's
problem once we're gone.

We can at least figure
out who might be coming.

I'd like access to everything
that you've put together.

Interview transcripts,
Intel from sources.

Listen, your intentions
are in the right place,

and I don't necessarily
disagree with you.

But I can't shift priorities
away from this drawdown

just based on a hunch.

This is pointless.

This car's probably been
rotting since I left.

'Cause old Emmet only
cares about himself.

Wow.

Huh.

Kind of makes you wonder what else

you've been wrong about, Sonny Quinn.

Yeah.

? You think I'm wearin' down ?

? I'm movin' for the kill ?

? You think you can count me out, yeah ?

? You're in my wheelhouse ?

? You're in my wheelhouse... ?

Uh, hey.

Let me know when you're done over here.

We could use a bar in JSOC, too,

liven up this deployment.

The op's tempo's messing
with your rhythm, too?

Yeah, not as bad as you,
though. How's the team?

The team's got their
heads all over the place.

It's just Ray's

concerned about his family,
he wants to be back.

And Clay, well, you know,

Clay's just concerned
about his new career, so...

I hear you're sending
him to COP Redding.

I'm sending him to COP Redding

because he is a distraction right now.

He's messing with the team dynamics,

he doesn't need to be
here, he's not focused.

So he's out.

Natalie a distraction, too?

- Oh, you got to be kidding me.
- Is that why you banished her?

Natalie?

Sorry, Ray told me.

Yeah. I thought you
guys were good together.

Yeah.

My priority is my team right now.

Can't have my head all over the place.

When Bravo is in the sandbox,
I'm here, I'm focused.

Doing my job.

Sheepdog protects his flock.

It doesn't leave much
room for anything else.

Well, you know, that's
called sacrifice, Mandy.

What are you protecting Bravo from?

Three months of peace
talks and dry holes?

Still a war zone.

We're in Afghanistan. It's a war zone.

Danger around every corner,

so, yeah, Bravo needs me to
keep my eye on the target.

Maybe you need it more than they do.

What's that mean?

It means that convincing yourself that

Bravo's under threat

is a way of justifying your decisions.

- Stay safe out there.
- All right.

That's a good boy.

- Hey, you take care, bro.
- Yeah.

- Yo.
- All right, listen up.

key leader engagement is taking place

between an Afghan
National Army contingent,

the U.S. State Department,

and now that they're considered
a legitimate government entity,

the Taliban.

The KLE will be taking
place at a Taliban compound,

approximately 30 klicks away.

There will be an ISR platform
overhead the entire time.

So, ROE?

This is a strategic-level
diplomatic mission.

If you have to shoulder your rifles,

things have gone sideways.

Oh, are we supposed to win 'em over

with our hearts and minds now?

What happens if

they're not actually here to make peace?

After years of war,
everybody wants peace.

So we're just personal security detail?

- Right?
- Yeah.

All right, look,
we'll run two trucks, uh...

Up-armored SUV is the principal.

Trent, I want you to
ride in the lead car.

- Negative.
- Negative?

No. You'll be providing security for our

State Department representative here.

However, Bravo Team will
not be leading the convoy.

Hold on.

If we're not, then who is?

You seeing this?

Salaam, my friend.

Even let 'em in the gates now, huh?

A show of good faith.

The first of many.

Right, is that why you're
rolling into the meeting first?

You know, you should be riding with us.

Times have changed.

As a representative of
the Afghan government,

I must go ahead and set up the meeting.

I'll, uh, see you guys in a few hours.

Mm.

Think this is gonna work?

I don't know.

I'm more accustomed to war than peace.

We both are.

War needs men like us.

Men like us need war.

I, for one, got tired
of waiting for a day

we no longer had to fight.

You will, too, one day.

Nah, man, I got a lot of people

counting on me to stay
in the fight, my friend.

I might be one of them.

This is Afghanistan, after all.

All right, look. You know what?

We've been dealing with
these clowns for years, man.

There's no need to be
careless, you understand?

What, you think we're being set up?

The fighting's got to stop sometime.

18 years is enough.

Who decides that, them or us?

Bravo 1, this is Havoc.

Jack Daniel' TOT is 1:20.
You're five mikes out.

Roger that.

We're on this track straight through.

We're almost there.

We're getting channelized ahead.

Check out the terrain.

I'm less worried about the terrain

than our new friends up ahead.

We have to at least
try and trust them, J.

There's a lot riding on this KLE, man.

Come on, "trust" and the "Taliban"?

Those two words don't go
together, Ray, you know that.

Uh, they're stopping.

All stop.

It's not a planned stop.
We're almost to the compound.

Bravo 1, this is Havoc Base.

Be advised you have what appears to be

enemy activity in the hills,

left flank, about 400 meters. How copy?

That's good copy.

J, if this is an ambush,
we need to get off the "X".

There's no cover out here.

If this was an ambush, Ray,

the Tali trucks would
have moved out already.

Trent, get some glass on those hills.

Call it when you see it.

Ray, cover me.

Copy that.

If they're there, I'm not seeing 'em.

Can you understand what they're saying?

No, they-they're talking over
each other, talking too fast.

Something's got 'em spooked, though.

Those guys look twitchy.

We're gonna get chewed up
if we don't pull out of here.

Yeah, he's right.

Jace, they're looking twitchy.

Someone's gonna get scared, open up.

Then I suggest it be us.

Look...

a body count's not
gonna help our mission.

Lower the weapons.

Lower the weapons.

Low port, guys.

No, no, no.

Hey. Let's go.

Let's just lower the guns.

Lower the guns. Salaam.

No, no, no, no.

Lower the guns.

That's it. Lower.

See? It's so easy.

Vehicle 2. Stay with DOS, ANA.

We'll call you when we're clear.

Trent, Ray, Thirty Mike,
you're with me. Let's go.

Havoc, this is 1.

I need an ISR sitrep.

Need to know what's coming on our flank.

Bravo 1, this is Havoc Base.

Unknowns are moving away
from the meeting site.

There's Jack Daniels' car.

The place looks like a ghost town.

Ray.

J!

Private Elliott Mounds.

We, uh, don't get many visitors out here

besides resupplies.

I hear you're with the SEAL teams.

Clay. Yeah.

That's COP Redding. Welcome to the suck.

Did you know the massacre
was gonna happen?

No. Of course not.

But you did.

Cutting off the victims'
hands means somebody thinks

those peacemakers are traitors.

Or do you still think I'm
just going off a hunch?

I think that you have uncovered

the next chapter in this bloody war.

So...

whatever you need...

it's yours.

At first I thought you were
just gunning for recognition.

But what you're looking for

is gonna be much harder to find.

Wait, you're not shooting tonight?

Nah. But maybe we could
grab dinner sometime.

I know this great chow hall.

Have fun blowing off steam.

You got a lot of work to do.

We lost a brother today: JD.

So we honor him by doing what we do,

and that's fight.

And we fight for each other.

So, to Jack Daniels.

To Jack.

Yeah.

You good?

Yeah, I just, uh...

can't get that image of
Jack's hand out of my head.

Yeah. Someone's looking
for a fight, Ray.

We're gonna need Clay
if it comes down to that.

Yeah. A lot of good that's gonna be.

His head's already stuck at STA-21.

You can't fault the
kid, brother, I mean,

he still thinks he's
fighting to change the world.

What are you fighting for, Ray?

What are you fighting for?

I left my family making
a home without me,

what, to come out here
and run out the clock

while this country finds
a new way to implode? I...

Three-foot world. Affect
what you can control.

The rest will take care of itself.

I got to make it home, J.

I can't have Jameelah
spending the rest of her life

thinking her father was a liar.

The rest will take care of itself.

I got your back, buddy.
You're gonna make it home.

Get in there and call Naima.
Everything's gonna be good.

- Gonna be good.
- Tell her I said hello.

Yeah.

Hey...

don't you got a call to
make back in the hooch?

Nah.

I'm exactly where I need to be.

Copy that.

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