All language subtitles for SEAL Team 4x14 sub ita

Previously on SEAL Team...

THEO: All that baggage

that comes from war...
it just doesn't go away.

If you really want
to protect your brothers,

you can't just be their sheepdog
when you're downrange.

The wounds you can't see
are the hardest to deal with,

as I'm sure your wife knows.

No, but, what are you trying to say?

Lady, you don't know anything about me.

- What happened with that doctor?
- I left things a bit of a mess

back home with Naima.

It's not on you to fix
this problem for me.

DAVIS: The way you reacted to him...
I'm just wondering

if he's doing to you what he did to me.

Nothing to report, Lieutenant.

You've been making people uncomfortable.

You don't treat anyone
on this ship the way

- that you treated me.
- Message received.

I just learned you dropped
the ball as Bravo rep

at yesterday's general quarters meeting.

Maybe you just chose
the wrong guy to be secretary.

I got an email from Hannah
that she was having

some sort of complications.

(SNIFFS) Yeah. You're drinking?

But you got to evolve.

Better choices.

(WHISTLE BLOWS IN DISTANCE)

(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER P.A.)

- Hayes.
- Yeah?

- Where's the team?
- The high bay.

Probably at each other's throats by now.

Fight club, that's right.

♪ ♪

Take a seat, little man.

MAN: Come on, man!

Who's up?

Want me to go gather them up?

Wanted to talk to you, actually.

Bravo's mission failure last op
isn't sitting right with me.

Feel we may be steering this ship

- to different ports.
- Know what?

We're steering in the right
direction. My team's good to go.

Even Quinn?

♪ Yeah, you know we got you ♪

♪ ♪

Let's see what
the new papa's got. Bring it.

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah, you know we got you... ♪

SOTO: Can't deny his behavior
a few weeks ago was pathetic,

botching his general quarters duty.

Look, I got his head back straight.

Probably didn't help that
you gave his job to Clay.

Spenser's reliable. How
about Warrant Officer Perry?

I'd hoped he'd be more
of an asset this deployment,

but he's seemed distracted.

♪ Like that when the ice comes on... ♪

Uhp.

(ALL GROANING)

(LAUGHS)

♪ ♪

Ray's dealing with
some home front stuff,

but I'm telling you, I'm on it.

All right, man? Bravo is good.

Look at these boys, huh?

We ever get off this
ship, you'll be able

to come check it out.

May get the opportunity
sooner than you think.

- Got an op coming down the pike.
- Well,

must be big with you
playing 20 questions.

Could be a game-changer.

Good, 'cause we didn't come all this way

just to fight each other, did we?

Come on! Let's go.

♪ ♪

Hold it...

MAN: All right, simmer down, now, okay?

- All right, hey, hey...
- Break it up!

(ALL SHOUTING)

♪ ♪

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No Jace?

Op falls under S.A.

Cell phone pulled from our
deceased Boko Haram lieutenant

has proven more valuable
than the Agency imagined.

Among the trove of Intel was this.

A previously unknown Boko camp

30 klicks outside of Kano, Nigeria.

Up to 60 Boko fighters living there.

Serious hornet's nest.

But that's not what
caught the CIA's eye.

A/C units, used to cool the
computer servers housed within.

Intel indicates that this camp is a hub

for Boko Haram's data channels.

Uh, the same dirtbags that are
killing people with machetes

are tech'd up like this?

Boko's evolving, just like we've seen

with I.S. and A.Q. previously.

Boko is a 20,000-person
terrorist business.

Hacking into their network could
lay bare their whole structure.

Finances, personnel, targets.

The CIA is tasking Bravo

with infiltrating to plant a device

that would allow them to
tap all data passing through.

Got a solid plan for infil.

Now, the camp receives
a regular water delivery.

CIA's outfitting a
look-alike tanker truck.

- Trojan Horse?
- Mm-hmm.

DAVIS: Downside,

those water deliveries
happen during the day,

forcing you to execute
without the cover of night.

We will be lifestyle-patterning the camp

for the next week with IMAGINT,

getting all the details bolted down.

Meantime, Bravo will flesh
out the target package.

Warrant Officer Perry,
you'll read the team in.

Roger that.

Crammed into airless metal boxes

seems to be the theme
of this deployment, huh?

It's the action we've all been craving.

Take the Hindenburg if it gets us there.

(CHUCKLES) That was a
good one, Andrew Dice Clay,

but why don't you shut
up and start prepping?

All right, let's see.
Det cord's already cut,

labeled, double-checked.

And I have ID'd all the target
breaching points, too.

You're on top of it.

Like butter on bacon. (CHUCKLES)

Now, where is Jace?

- You want the teacher to give you a sticker?
- (CHUCKLES)

The hell's going on here?

Uh, he might've caught me

a little Cooter Brown the other night,

sipping on, uh, Bravo's private stash.

(SCOFFS) I knew it was a mistake

bringing that booze on board, man.

If we get caught with
that stuff on the ship...

Easy there, blonde-noser, okay?

Bravo 1 is the only person that knows,

and he's already given me what-for.

You were drinking alone?

Look, Sonny,

I know that you're stressed
out about being a dad,

but if you're gonna make it
through this deployment...

I've already got one sheepdog

breathing down my neck, thank you.

You need a swim buddy.

Keep you sane and out of trouble.

All right, you and me...

we'll work out together,
we'll eat together,

I check in with Stella,
you check in with Hannah.

I feel like this is working up
to some weird

tandem bathroom thing.

Man... I'm serious, man.

I'll have your back and I'll
make sure Jason's off it.

All right. Show me the way,
there, L. Blonde Hubbard.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Everything okay?

Might be if I didn't have to
keep getting a damn token

to reset my SIPRNet password.

That's weird. I haven't
heard of anybody else

having to do that.

Where do you have to get it from?

Commander Whitshaw's department.
Been happening all week.

He's retaliating.

For what?

I confronted him.

The way he was harassing you, I...

Wh... I told you I didn't
want to get into that.

I didn't mention your name.

I tried not to make it about you.

Well, now it is.

Retaliation is more harassment.

- You need to report him.
- No.

- I'll help.
- No. You've done enough.

Mina, reporting is the only way

this becomes his problem, not yours.

WOMAN: Is there anything else

you'd like to add to the report?

No. I think that's everything.

I'd like to add something.
When I first learned

about the harassment, I made a mistake.

I confronted Lieutenant
Commander Whitshaw about

the behavior to try to
correct it informally.

Considering the circumstance,

I don't see much of a mistake in that.

The mistake was thinking that
he could be reasoned with.

Instead of putting his victim

through more disruption.

You deserve to be treated fairly.

We will address the SIPRNet problem,

which seems to be retaliation.

And we'll make sure the command
issues a no-contact order

against Lieutenant Commander Whitshaw

for the duration of the investigation.

Great.

(SIGHS) There's nothing in there.

- No? You like...
- No. Nope.

RAY: Oh, you boys are at it early.

We already hit the gym, too.

Bench-press up-shorts view
ain't any prettier at 0500.

JASON: All right, well,
I'll tell you what, man,

Let's dial in this op.

We don't want to be sitting ducks
with Boko, that's for sure.

The only thing I'm afraid of is me.

(LAUGHTER)

CLAY: All right. Okay, Jeffrey Dahmer.

- (LAUGHTER)
- JASON: Okay.

Okay.

JASON: Okay, uh, guard's
choke point's here.

CLAY: This here gives us cover.

♪ ♪

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Securing this area covers exfil.

♪ ♪

I must admit, Master Chief,

Bravo's delivered an
airtight mission plan.

Glad you weren't overpromising
on their readiness.

Told you, the team's good to go.

Only thing missing is the green light.

- Yep.
- The next day or two.

Hey, that promise... it still stands.

You know, you want to suit
up with us on game day,

- you're more than welcome to.
- All right.

Jason Hayes extending an olive branch?

Lack of oxygen down here
must be getting to you.

Yeah, I'm just, you know, happy

that Bravo's firing on
all cylinders, right?

- Like you?
- Oh, yeah. Matter of fact,

I'm heading up to write a
letter to Naima right now.

What, no FaceTime?

Uh, writing it down helps me
get my thoughts straight.

- Find the right words.
- Yeah.

- Hmm.
- You volunteering to be a human thesaurus?

- (CHUCKLES)
- Yeah, I didn't think so.

Hey, I, uh...

I thought that Ray squared things
away with Naima before we left.

Yeah, you got some bad Intel there.

I'll make sure that, uh, Ray's on it.

There's no problem that
can't be worked, right?

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

Wait, wait, so...

pest control still hasn't been out?

(INDISTINCT HEADPHONE CHATTER)

Well, t-the landlord swore
that it would happen today.

Stella. No, I-I get it,

You don't... Don't overreact.

You don't-you don't need to move out.

- No, babe.
- SONNY: Whoa!

- Hang on. I-I got to go.
- (GROANS)

SONNY: Definitely not my...

- Sonny. Hey, you all right?
- Where did my pillow...

- You all right?
- That's gonna leave a mark. Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, Clay. Clay Spenser. (LAUGHS)

Hey, Full Metal. What up?

(LAUGHS)

Wh... Oh.

I think I just sprung a leak.

Does this look like bourbon to you?

- Metal, help him up.
- Hey, keep it down.

(SHUSHES) People are sleeping.

- All right.
- Move.

Hook up... There... Ooh.

I swear I haven't been drinking.

(LAUGHS) Somebody spiked the punch.

(LAUGHS)

All right, where we going? Hey! (LAUGHS)

- Hey, get out.
- What are you d... what you doing?

We need the room, let's go.

- Frogmen only.
- Yes, sir.

Kid's a regular Steven Seagal
protecting us from the siege.

- Hey, shut up.
- What?

Yeah. Shh. Jason or Soto
hear us, we're screwed.

- You understand? Shut up.
- Excuse me, guys, keep it quiet.

- Shut...
- He's gonna need stitches.

Smells like he's good on anesthesia.

- Yeah. (BURPS)
- Just lucky that Jace wasn't in the berthing.

(SONNY MUTTERING)

Brock, go make sure the
blood's cleaned up, all right?

- Roger.
- Thanks.

Make it quick. Chop, chop, Brock.

Whole stash is gone.

- Who did that?
- Did you drink this all tonight

- or you been lying to me all week? Huh?
- Oh...

Um...

What's it matter anyway, seriously?

Other than letting down the life coach

I didn't really ask for
in the first place. Ow!

- Don't move.
- CLAY: You weren't just gaslighting me.

- What about Jason, huh?
- (WHISTLE OVER P.A.)

MAN (OVER P.A.): All stations,
the ship has moved

into ThreatCon Yoke.

Set all departments to Condition Yoke.

Is that a drill?

- (ALARM BLARING)
- Whoa.

Uh, either way, half the ship's
gonna be up and about.

Dance party.

- Hey. Hey. Look at me.
- Yeah. Hey.

Soon as you're sewn up,
we're slipping back

- Yeah?
- into the racks, silent,

and you're showing up tomorrow
squared away, you got it?

- You got it? Yeah.
- Shh.

(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)

As you all heard last night, the
ship is now in ThreatCon Yoke.

All personal and non-essential
comms have been shut down.

We can't call home?

For how long?

Until the submarine that was
detected bearing our direction

is determined not to be a threat.

What's that do to our op?

Current ThreatCon doesn't impact
it. We'll proceed as planned.

Great. Okay, Sonny and Trent,

you're going to shore to
check on the infil vehicle.

Let's make that Ray and Trent.

Oh, I'm happy to stay put.

Fine. Everyone, let's,
uh, check on our gear.

And, uh, we get the go-ahead
any moment now, got it?

Hey! Why's Sonny still in your doghouse?

Really claiming you didn't know?

Know what?

A master-at-arms reported an incident

in the gear room last night.

Five members of Bravo
stumbled in at 0200.

One bleeding and reeking of
booze... "the good 'ol boy".

All right, look, man, I thought
I set Sonny straight.

Well, you thought wrong.

I closed the loop with the
M.A., so Bravo hopefully

won't be tossed from the ship.

You still certain Bravo will crush
any op comes their way?

All right, look, whatever
happened last night, you know,

my men are still sharp outside the wire.

Glad I'll get to judge for myself.

I'll leave you to deal with the guys.

(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

_

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You see our contact?

No. Might be out back.

Yo. You mind?

Yeah, go ahead.

(SAW BUZZING)

- (CREAKING)
- (GASPS)

(HEAVY RUMBLING)

Okay... okay.

- Okay.
- (BANGING)

Okay, all right...

(GRUNTS, PANTING)

Everything okay?

Yeah, yeah.

The, uh... hatch sticks.

Make sure it's fixed before
we roll out, all right?

Ray, how'd it go?

Water truck solid?

Uh, it will be.

What's eating at you?

What, all of a sudden you're just, uh,

tapped into everyone around here?

What's that supposed to mean?

Look, Sonny got hurt
and plastered last night.

- I had to hear that from Soto.
- Uh, well,

if you're asking if I knew
about it, I-I had no clue, man.

Of course. You haven't been clued-in

since you've been on board here.

Jace, I told you this new job
has got me pulled in different

directions than deployments past.

Besides, I thought you were
the Bravo whisperer now.

- Fixing everyone's issues.
- (PHONES VIBRATING)

It's Davis.

- Go time?
- Well, let's hope so.

I got to get off this ship.

The latest IMAGINT on
the Boko camp revealed

a new element on target.

Prisoner. We know kidnap and ransom

is Boko's bread and butter.

FRS was able to ID him. James Parker.

Medical aid worker who was
abducted five years ago.

- American.
- Okay, so now we're taking on

a hostage rescue as well.

Well, Agency has made clear
that placing the spyware device

remains the sole mission objective.

But we would be remiss
to not let you know

of all presence on target.

- Understood.
- RAY: Guy's been there

for five years, we're supposed
to pretend like he's not?

There's no reason we can't get him.

SOTO: Building where
hotel's being held is on

the opposite side of the
camp from the servers.

Water delivery cover only
gives us 20 mikes on target,

- Can't hit both spots.
- We'll split the team, all right?

Half take the server room,
the other half hits our hotel.

Full light of day,
unproven infil platform,

60 enemy on target?

Odds are already teetering,
you want to stack more?

One other factor in the mix.

15 minutes ago, ISR shows

approximately half the fighters

departing camp. Typically,
patterning shows those

war parties gone 12 to 24 hours.

They split the enemy in half.
We got to move right now.

- You gonna help?
- About time, uh, we hit dry land, Jace.

These boots almost forgot
what doors taste like.

- You loaded Soto's kit?
- Check.

- Ray's kit?
- Check.

- Subsonic rounds?
- Check and check.

- Packed and ready to play.
- All right, look, you know what?

A lot of moving parts in this op.

I need both your heads
dialed in, you got it?

Roger that.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- He knows.
- What?

About last night.

We got-we got to clear the
air. We got to come clean.

No, you're just being paranoid,
man. Jason just tapped us

as his wingmen on his
hostage rescue team.

(SCOFFS) Yeah, so he
can keep an eye on us.

Look, we can't have this hanging
over us before we roll out.

Well, that'll clear the air
like one of Pepper's

silent-but-deadlies, okay?

Jason don't know and
that's the way he likes it.

Now focus up, bruh.

Here you go.

Boko's run off all the locals out here.

Bravo, passing phase-line blue.

Bravo copies phase-line blue.

Ten klicks out.

Hey. Let's go. Wake up. Remember,

drop-dead time on target's 20 mikes.

Not a second to waste.
You got it, Sonny?

Yeesh. So, no, uh, stop
at the food court, then?

(WHISPERS): Okay, I think he knows.

(INDISTINCT P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT)

(ALARM BLARING)

MAN: All departments, set conditions
for ThreatCon Dog Zebra.

Battle stations. Battle stations.

I'm assuming this is not a drill?

The sub that's been trailing us
has been identified as Chinese.

The captain's concerned about
them breaching the ship's data.

And we're not taking any chances.

Does that mean that
we're full comms blackout?

We're in the dark while
Bravo's in the middle of an op?

(WHITSHAW SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

I've approved an encrypted
line for your drone feed

and a data burst text to
Bravo's MBITR to inform them

of the situation. Be vague.

Copy. We get one message

to let Bravo know that
their comms are out.

I think command set aside the no-contact

order because of the ThreatCon.

If you need to step out,

I got this.

Wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

Ready?

(PHONE BEEPS)

Ship's in ThreatCon Zebra.

We've lost all comms with Havoc.

That's no-go criteria.

We know the plan. We can do it blind.

Stop the truck, Ray.

Guards are watching.

This truck get squirrely,

they will never let us in again.

This happens now or it
doesn't happen at all.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SHOUTS)

What's he doing?

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Ah, looks like he's thirsty.

Jug. Give me the jug of water. Hurry up.

That's it. Come on.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

♪ ♪

(SIGHS)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

♪ ♪

Brock, Metal, take the
backside of hostage target.

- Dual entry on my call.
- All right.

We'll rally back here in 20.

Sooner the better.

Bravo 2, approaching primary.

Bravo 5, you and Metal

take the backside, dual entry on me.

BROCK (OVER COMM):
Copy, Bravo 1. We're set.

Didn't Jace already make that call?

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(MUFFLED GUNSHOTS)

- See what you need?
- Oh, yeah.

Boko's own cell phones will seed
a backdoor into the network.

You see a green light,

we're good.

Something Havoc might've helped with?

(WIRE FENCE RATTLING)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Bravo 1, this is 2. We have jackpot.

Heading back to the truck
now. What's your ETA?

That's a negative. We
need you over here now.

(WIRE FENCE RATTLING)

(SOFT MOANING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(LOCK CLINKS)

(GROANING)

- (OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
- (FENCE RATTLING)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

What can we do for the rest?

Well, we set them loose, we got
a lot of factors to deal with:

how we get them to the truck
without getting spotted,

and not to mention this
ain't gonna be easy for us,

but, uh, we ain't got room for 'em.

We can't just leave them here.

SOTO: Burning time. Let's go.

All right, Clay, Metal.

I want you to get, uh,
names and clear videos

of each hostage. Got it?

What does this accomplish?

Get the local Intel to G5

once CIA's looked at the servers.

Then they come by and scoop
up the rest of the prisoners.

Best option on the table.

Yep. Let's move. Quick. Let's go.

Let's go.

(PRISONERS SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Made the right call, Jace.

Why are they still in there
with the hostage?

I don't know, but look at this.

War party's returning.

And we can't warn Bravo.

I'm originally from Kano state,

but my village is Madobi.

It is not far.

You can take me there.

Okay. Let's go. Hey, we got to move.

We're at the drop-dead time on target.

- We got to go. Come on.
- Please.

We've been here so long.

I'm sorry. There's nothing
I can do right now.

I'm sorry. It's all we can do.

Sorry. Sorry.

- (SOBBING)
- We got to move. Let's go.

(SIGHS)

What?

The most powerful warriors
are patience and time.

Please, wait! Wait!

Wait! Please!

Help us! Help us! Help us!

(PRISONERS SHOUTING)

Please, help us!

(OVERLAPPING SHOUTING)

WOMAN: Wait, help us!

(OVERLAPPING SHOUTING)

WOMAN: Wait!

Ah, ah, ah!

(GROANING)

Help!

(ECHOING CRIES)

♪ ♪

SOTO: Ray. Ray!

Hey, Ray, you hear me?

Team's loaded in. Let's move.

- Move, move, move! Come on.
- Yeah.

- Roger that.
- (ENGINE STARTS)

Uh-oh. They're back.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Bravo, be advised.
War party's coming in.

(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(LOUD BANGING)

They don't know we're
in here, all right?

- They're just getting rowdy.
- You sure about that?

(LOUD BANGING)

(SHOUTING)

I'm out.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

They're out.

They're good.

No. Not until they're back here.

Convoy of vehicles from
the direction of the camp.

(REVVING ENGINES)

Hauling ass.

Moving faster than we can.

Puts them on us before
we're anywhere near exfil.

Bravo 1, we got three vehicles
en route from target,

about five klicks back
and gaining. Over.

Probably found the dead guard.

Copy that. How long till they're on us?

SOTO: Ten mikes if we're lucky.

Sonny, give me demo count.

Everyone's loaded out, plus mine.

Why?

Bravo 2, got a cluster of buildings.
It looks abandoned.

One klick ahead.

Oh, boy.

♪ ♪

What are they doing?

They think they're gonna
take shelter there?

Jason's got to have a plan.

All right. The tanker's rigged to blow.

Let's hope they choose door number one.

JASON: Okay, let's hope so,
or we're gonna get outgunned.

RAY: I'll take Parker,

put some distance between
him and any firefight.

- JASON: Bravo 6.
- Come with me, sir.

Bravo 2 is moving the hotel
to another position.

You guys stay here. We'll
move to another building.

Copy, 1. I have eyes on.

Look alive, Bravo.

Kids are in the pool.

Bravo 2, be advised.

We got two tangos moving
towards your location.

- Should've kept Ray with us.
- JASON: Ray's gonna be fine.

RAY: Bravo 2 copies.

- Two tangos headed my way.
- They're coming. No.

No. No, no, no!

I can't go back, please.
I beg of you, please.

- They're coming. You cannot...
- (SHUSHING) Hush.

Just breathe. Just breathe, all right?

You're gonna have to be quiet.

- I'm here with you, okay?
- Okay.

(MAN SHOUTING)

Bravo 1, tangos are
in the decoy building.

Good copy. Technical's in the clear.

Listen, we got two vehicles
in our blast zone.

We're gonna need two
operable ones for our exfil.

No visual on the two tangos
who were moving Ray's direction.

Bravo 2, what's your sitrep?

Bravo 2, what's your sitrep?

Ray's gone quiet.

- We got to find out why.
- Bravo 3,

do not detonate till
Clay gives you the go.

Copy 1.

Too bad they didn't get the memo
where we needed them to park.

That SUV is still idling.

I can move it from the blast zone.

All right, that plus the
Technical equals two.

Gonna have to sprint past
the Technical to get to it.

I'm faster, I'll go.

I don't have a kid to think about.

6, this is 3.

Metal's making a run for the SUV.

Clear a path.

(MAN SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

Bravo 3, turn steel,
turn steel, turn steel.

Get to the Technical.

Yeah, Metal! Full Metal! That's it.

Go, Metal. Go, go, go!

Ray, I'm coming to your pos.

(GUNFIRE)

Ray!

All clear.

Nice cleanup, Ray.

CLAY: Bravo 1, this is 6.
Second vehicle acquired.

External's secured.

Bravo 1 copies all.

Sorry.

You got nothing to be sorry for, sir.

I was just afraid.

So close to getting my life back,

seeing my family again.

You're gonna see them soon.

I can't believe it's over.

It's over.

They can't hurt me anymore.

Uh...

You're going home.

(WHISTLE SOUNDS)

MAN (OVER P.A.): Attention on deck.
General Quarters is moving

to ThreatCon Yoke.
Resume normal operations.

Bravo 1, this is Havoc.

Comms are back online,

but we caught the whole show on ISR.

JASON: Copy, Havoc.
Bravo passes jackpot.

En route to exfil.

Copy, Bravo 1. Not bad
for being in the dark.

No-contact order is back in effect.

Yeah, until the "needs of the Navy"
take priority again.

See, all the talk about
addressing these problems...

it's still warfighting over warfighters.

Look, you've got to trust that

this investigation's gonna bear out.

And I will be here with
you, no matter what.

I got it.

(CHIMING)

SONNY: Nice shooting
today there on Sad Hill.

Between you, me and Metal, it was a true

"Good, the Bad, and the Ugly".

You need to come clean to Jason.

I thought we cleansed you
of your cake-eating ways.

If you want to sabotage your own life,

fine, okay?

But you got to stop bringing
everybody else down around you.

Oh, if we could only
all just be like you,

lifting everyone up lucky enough
to be in your presence.

You know, Stella really hit the jackpot

with your arrogant ass.

Telling you to get your act together

doesn't make me arrogant.

All right? It might...
it might make me stupid

- for thinking that you could ever evolve.
- Oh, thinking that

you're gonna be Jason
Hayes on a battlefield

and Ray Perry off?

That's creating a species of
Frogman that doesn't exist.

So, real humble.

Okay, well, excuse me for
trying to get better, right?

Rather than just accepting
I'm gonna come up short

on everything I try to achieve.

The difference between you
and I is that I live in reality.

- Oh, really?
- I know exactly who I am.

Mm-hmm. Same reality that
had you lying to me all week?

That reality?

The only person
that's lying here is you.

To yourself and to Stella.

What, you think you're gonna
skate through this job clean?

Comms go out, ops stick with you.

People around you get hurt.
And it's not just the ones kitting up.

But you go on, Clay.

You keep pretending that...

that it ain't this life.

I see you already got your
excuses to tell your daughter.

(PHONE CHIMES)

They want to interview
me for that SOCOM job.

- The one you've been hoping for, right?
- Yeah.

Congratulations.

- You deserve it.
- Thanks.

They said you were
in here. Chief Hassan,

would you like to come
with me to discuss

the investigation?

You can say whatever you need to here.

The investigation has concluded.

Wait, already?

I-I thought it takes, uh, two weeks.

Less, if a clear picture emerges.

Lieutenant Commander Whitshaw
is being counseled

for conduct unbecoming of an officer.

It will be reflected in his FITREP.

Otherwise, no further
action will be taken.

- Wha... That's it?
- Since it was harassment

rather than assault,

command discretion plays a bigger role.

And given the current
strategic circumstances...

It's warfighting over warfighters.

Cards on the table,

J.G. Davis, you failed to inform me

that you had some unresolved
past animosity

against Lieutenant Commander Whitshaw.

Wait a minute, this has
nothing to do with me.

If I had known, perhaps
Whitshaw's assertion

that this matter was really
about exercising your grudge

would have carried less weight
with the investigative team.

She was trying to help me.

May have been better ways to do that.

But if Lieutenant Commander Whitshaw

retaliates again...

you both know where to find me.

I'm sorry.

No, don't be.

The whole process is
a minefield. I'll be fine.

(WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

Ray.

Yeah, just one second. (CLEARS THROAT)

Yeah, come on in.

Oh. What's got you sharking?

You're usually kicking
back after a victory.

Yeah, not much of a mission
success, you know,

with, uh, leaving those people
behind, that's for sure.

The one we saved isn't home free either.

It just killed me seeing

how relieved he was,

so happy that the whole
nightmare was over,

when really it's just...

Hard road ahead for him.

Yeah.

And he's doing it without
the training that allows us

to handle it all.

Right.

He's not as lucky as you.

You know, uh, Jace, uh,

you were right, man. Um...

I should have been aware
of Sonny's mess.

Yeah, I thought I hammered
him out last week.

I'm not sure how I'm
gonna handle him now.

Maybe... maybe don't.

what are you saying... I can't?

- No, I'm saying you don't have to.
- (SIGHS)

I mean, how many times have
you let your life suffer

for the sake of Bravo's?

You give enough of yourself

just making sure we get home every day.

You don't own anyone any more than that.

Yeah, but what... I mean,
what's the point in getting

everyone home safe if I just
ignore their six afterwards?

Theo's still in your head, huh?

Look, Jace, he never
wore the Bravo 1 patch.

Okay? So he can't understand
the load that you carry.

Either Sonny gets right
or he doesn't. It...

it's not on you.

♪ ♪

Why you guys so quiet in here?

- Said all we needed to.
- Ah, right.

Thought the party wasn't over
till somebody was bleeding.

You got me, Jace.

If you want to read me
the riot act, then...

go ahead, I deserve it.

Op was a win.

That's all that matters.

You wishing you could do more?

Those... those prisoners
back at the Boko camp...

I know it's not in your DNA
to leave them behind.

Prisoners aren't the
only ones I've let down.

Lot of that going around.

Yeah?

Inserted myself into a situation

that I thought I could fix.

I only made it worse.

What, here on the ship?

Anything I can do to help?

Nothing.

My mess.

You ever regret

getting involved?

The problem definitely needs working.

I'm just not sure I'm the one to fix it.

(CLEARS THROAT)

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