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JASON: It doesn't matter
what Nate wanted.

I made the call.

RAY:
Where's that blood coming from?

JULIE:
The fact that you refuse

to talk about Nate's death
is telling me

that's exactly what
we should be talking about.

RAY: Nate's death
isn't on you.

I understand that since the
operation in December last year,

you and your wife
have separated.

RAY: You know he's
sleeping on our fold-out.

ALANA:
I miss seeing you guys.

Sucks that's the
way it works.

And if any of us thought
there was even a chance

you two weren't
gonna get past this,

we'd all be taking it
pretty hard.

Hey, Daddy.

Be great if you could
come by one evening.

Well, I don't
live there anymore,

so it really
doesn't matter, right?

(silenced gunshots)
Clear.

I told you to stay
out of the tunnel, no?

Until you graduate Green Team,
you're a member

of Chalk 2, Alpha
Platoon, SEAL Team 3.
Damn right.

JASON: The kid's not Tier One,
not yet.

You're saying that Molly doesn't
want any of this stuff?

She just... wants
to get rid of her whole...

just everything here?

That's what she says.

She keeps telling me
to sell it all.

Since Nate's death,

Molly just wants a fresh
start with her family.

Yeah, but there's
a lot of stuff here.

I mean, I could tell her
to kiss my ass,

find someone else
to sell the place.

Let's have dinner tonight. Hmm?

Tex-Mex. (chuckles)

It's not a good idea.

It's a great idea.

Remember what
happened last time?

Yeah, I do.

Jason, it's too confusing.

"Too confusing."
What, for the kids?

For everyone.

Look, that was
never our problem.

Problem was I was never here.

That was the problem, right?

No, our problem is you're not
here even when you are here.

Just checked out
all the time.

Look, if we're taking a break,

then we're taking a break
from all of it.

(murmurs)

(laughter)

*

NATE:
So, I hired a gardener.

JASON: Nate Massey is hiring
another guy to mow his lawn.

Say it's not so, please.

Last deployment,

Molly forgot to
put the eggshell

in the soil like I told her.

We had the worst fight that
we have ever had, okay?

So I just figured,
you know what?

Gardener is cheaper
than a divorce.

*

JASON:
So, Nate, Alana and I,

we've been talking and we're
gonna live apart for a while.

I'm sorry
to hear that, man.

Yeah, yeah.

You know what,
it is what it is, right?

Should move in here.

Move in here with me,

spend a little quality time
with your godson.

Godson I could deal with,

but walking around
your eggshells, no, thank you.
(laughs)

And, besides, do you think
Ray would really want me

to live anywhere else
but his place?

("Off the Ground"
by The Record Company playing)

(helicopter blades whirring)

* I gotta get myself
off the side of the road *

* I gotta get myself up
off the side of the road *

* Things are lookin' clear
as they've ever been *

* Don't know how it'll end,
but I know where to begin *

* Gotta get myself
off the side of the road *

* I gotta quit lyin' to myself

* And let the truth be told

* I got to quit lyin'
to myself *

* And let the truth be told

* Again I woke up burned out
by the sun *

* Tired of layin' still
so I'm movin' along *

* Quit lyin' to myself
and let the truth be told *

* Hey, hey, yes

* Ooh-ooh... ooh-ooh

* Hey, hey, I've gotta pick
myself up off the ground, yeah *

* Ooh-ooh... ooh-ooh

* Hey, hey

* I've gotta pick myself up
off the ground, yeah... *

(grunting)

Got some wheels on you, Spenser.

Good finish, Brian.

All right, come on,
let's go. Finish it up.

Got a big day
in front of us.

* I've gotta pick myself up
off the ground. *

DOCTOR:
Mm-hmm. Good movement.

Ah, good heart sounds.

I'm telling you, baby,
he's got my dad's height.

You know,
he's got my dad's height.

Remember, I told you my great
uncle, he backed up Willis Reed

when he was with the Knicks?

It might've been
my great, great uncle.

I think it might ring a bell.

The fluid volume
is normal.

Fetal position
is head down.

Okay, Naima,
looking real good

for four weeks out.

What did we say? Was it the 29th
or something like that?

Yeah, 29th.

Well, baby gets
a vote, too.

Sometimes they just do not
want to stay in there.

But as far as him
going out of town?

Yeah, what's your
duty schedule like?

Unpredictable.

What command did you
say you're with?

Logistical support, was it?

(phone beeps)

Bye.
We got a big one.

MANDY: You're looking
at satellite imagery

of an abandoned hospital outside
al-Hool in northeastern Syria.

Wait a second, I'm sorry,

but there's a lot of tire tracks
there for abandoned, I'm saying.

We believe
the Syrian Army is using it

as a bioweapons factory.
RAY:
Wait a minute.

Weren't they only supposed
to be using mobile labs now?

I'm sure you all remember Dr.
Lucien from our chem-bio desk.

Oh, no, Dr. Death.

Hi again, everybody.

Our recent success IDing
and destroying mobile labs

has convinced the Syrian regime

to go back to using
static sites.

And they're choosing hospitals

because they think
we'll be afraid to bomb.

DoD won't authorize a strike

without definitive proof
that the site's being used

for chemical weapons production.

Okay, what does the DoD
consider "definitive proof"?

Physical evidence.

Samples?

Gets better.

So, a satellite passes
every seven hours,

traverses the area for 12
seconds, takes six photos.

Three passes ago,
took these.

Those black shapes are...
Dead cattle.

JASON: Well, they definitely
had a leak, didn't they?

MANDY: Heavy fighting
in the area last few days.

We believe an errant shell
hit the stockpile.

20 klicks; that's close.

ERIC:
Yeah, we'll be monitoring

the Syrian troop
movements best we can.

Get you in and out in a hurry.

How big is the guard force?

LUCIEN:
Uh, so far, we make it

a single six-man unit.

You're telling me they got
a chemical weapons factory

and there's only six
guys guarding it?

Yeah, enough that they were
missed by the photo analyst.

Not for the cows, we might never
have found the place.

Best guess
what they were making?

Based on the regime's history,
sarin or VX.

One of those is the
bad ones, right?

Uh, sarin is pretty
nasty stuff.

Bucket full of it, kill every
man, woman on the planet.

But you're probably
thinking about VX.

It's widely regarded

as the deadliest substance
man's ever created.

So, we're gonna actually
have to handle this stuff?

Right, and who says you
never take us anywhere nice?

Look, we can't even
get a drone up.

I'm just gonna assume
we can't chopper in.

Russians are threatening
to shoot down anything

that crosses
into Syrian airspace.

We jump in. HAHO.

Oh, yeah. HAHO.

We bail out in Iraqi airspace,

then fly to the
target under canopy.

That's right.
The problem is getting out.

How far to the border?

18 kilometers.

What's the nearest
Quick Reaction Force?

Special Forces ODA working
with Peshmerga at the border.

Great, it's easy.
Have them standing by.

Once we secure the target, they
come and they pick us up. Boom.

Hey, we've been seeing
Russian troops

on the border areas, yeah?

DoD will never authorize
any ground movement

with the possibility
of Russian contact.

DoD has no balls.

MANDY: We could get you
local vehicles.
DAVIS: How many?

I wouldn't count on
more than two or three.

(whispering):
Two or three.

It could work. We keep
our numbers small.
How many straps?

Well, it's Syria,
so there's no BSO,

there's no indig partners.

Maybe two EODs
for the decontamination.

You don't need a translator
'cause you got Ray and Trent.

Okay, so, two EODs,
that's all we need.

MANDY:
Yeah.
And him.

What?

It-It-It's not my idea,
I assure you.

Another contribution from the
good-idea fairies at CENTCOM.

MANDY:
We have no idea

if that factory is still
actively contaminated.

What, the Syrians
didn't clean it first?

LUCIEN:
As far as we can tell,

they just pulled their
"scientists" out

and, uh, locked
the place down

till they can
pacify the area.

ADAM: All right,
listen up, Green Team.

Time for the first
top five and bottom five

of this year's
Selection and Training.

Today you get
to judge each other.

One side of your paper lists in
order the top five candidates

of this Selection
and Training class.

On the other side
lists the bottom five.

We'll tally the results.

We'll post the bottom five
on the wall in the team room.

Bottom man in the bottom five
will be immediately dropped

from this Selection
and Training class.

Questions?

Yeah. How come you
don't post the top five?

At the Tier One level,
top five candidates,

just means you met
the expectation.

Anything else is unsat.

So-so guys in the top five,

they don't even know
if they made the grade?

End of this Selection
and Training,

if you're still here

to get drafted
into a Tier One squadron,

then you know
you made the grade.

Is that clear,
Mr. Spenser?

Yeah.

Got a little soft there
in your old age, huh, Mary?

Meaning?
Meaning the Spenser kid
still has his teeth.

Back in the day,

you would've knocked 'em all the
way in the back of his throat.

Yeah, kid's barely
halfway into Selection,

already got the chance
to operate in an honest-to-God

real-world mission
with Jason Hayes...
That's right.

...the Bravo Team big dogs.
Damn straight. Cheers to that.

He got to personally smoke
Abu Samir.

Mm-hmm.
Make anyone cocky.

Kid ain't cocky
because of what he's done,

he's cocky because
his daddy's Ash Spenser.

You read the book?

You?

No.

Is nobody gonna ask
if I read the book?

Okay. Okay.

All right.
(phones chiming)

All right, look, hey.
Showtime.

I'll tell you what, Ray.

15 years in the Teams,
biggest regret

is never being able to see
my babies born.

What I recall
from my first time

is that you didn't miss much.

You're mostly there
to hold the ice chips.

Right. Holding
ice chips, right?

Look, all I'm saying is

maybe you want to
sit this one out.

I do not.

We already talked
to the doctor this morning.

Said we're on track for
the end of the month.

And if it happens,

Naima can get her mom
to hold the ice chips.

JASON: You gotta hold
the ice chips.

RAY: Nah, I will, I'll make it.

I'm good to go, coach.
Put me in.

Hey.

SONNY: Since we're the only
tandem, we will go first.

When this ramp opens up, we're
gonna shuffle forward like this.

Okay?
Almost to the edge.

Then I will tap
your shoulder twice.

Tap, tap. All right?
Lean forward,

and gravity's gonna
take it from there, okay?

Okay.

Doc, stay with me.

What's that?
Oxygen.

I thought this was
the oxygen.
No, this is
for pre-breathe.

It's gonna give you a base
before you jump.

Okay, look, we are jumping
almost two miles higher

than the top
of Mount Everest.

Right, you don't pre-breathe,
you run the risk of passing out,

which means you lose
body position, start to spin,

and that chute right there
is gonna wrap around us

tighter than a cigarette roll.

Hey, hey.
Look at me.

Look at me. Relax.
Silver lining.

If that were to happen to us,

you and I are both
gonna be unconscious

when we burn in.

Okay?
That's a good thing.

Let's do this.

(quietly):
Sure.

(whistles)
Let's go. Get up.

Break down the pallet.

(jump alarm sounding)

(indistinct muffled shouting)

(hydraulic lift whirring)

You okay, Doc?

Yeah, great.

You're gonna be fine.

*

(music playing,
indistinct chatter)

You know you don't have to carry
these guys anymore, right?

What's that mean?

It means this isn't
white-side anymore.

All that "rah-rah,"
"team first" crap.

Dude, this level, Tier One,

these guys are looking
for all-stars.

You saying I shouldn't
have stopped

to help Big Country
up the wall?

You know, these guys already
know that we're SEALs,

we've seen combat,
been through BUD/S--

we can act as part
of a boat crew.

Well, they're looking for guys
who don't need that crew.

I don't know, man.

What I've seen here...

no one's crazy about
guys flying solo.

Look, I-I'm just trying
to give you my advice,

all right-- you don't
have to take it.

Well, we'll see tomorrow

who's in the bottom five
or not.

Okay.

WOMAN:
Hey.

CLAY: Holy Mother,
look at that.

Hey, man, come on.
Give a brother a chance.

Like I said, bro,
you got to keep up.

I'm Clay.

Stella.

Stella?
Mm-hmm.

(quietly, à la Brando):
"Stella! Hey, Stella..."

Wow, no one's ever
said that before.

Come on, that doesn't
make it not fun.

Do you even know what it's from?

Yeah.

I'm not sure I believe you.
Okay, bet me.

I lose, I buy.
What year do you
think this is?

Come on.

Even in 2017, a guy's
got to be able

to buy a drink without it
being considered a hate crime.

I bet you can't
tell me one more line.

And I bet you I can.
Hmm.

But you know what?
I'm not going to.

Exactly.

You know, Oprah did
this episode once.

The whole show it was
about prejudgment.

I'm pretty sure
she was against it.

I have students who
might characterize

your hate-crime joke
itself as a microaggression.

So, what, you're a teacher?

A grad student.

Hudson... Hudson State.
(clears throat)

And speaking of which,
I have to lead a section

first thing tomorrow
morning, so...

I'll get it.

No, no. You really think
I'm gonna let you
pay for my drink?

(chuckles)
Why not? Feminism?

Yeah, something like that.

I thought the whole point
of feminism

was the women were supposed
to be able to do

whatever they want.

Yes, and, you know,

as much as I would like
to stay here

and debate that definition,

because I really never,
ever get tired

of listening to good-looking,
20-something

middle-class white guys
opining on the finer points

of intersectional
gender theory,

I have to teach
in the morning,

just like I said.

When can I see you again?

You know my name, and
you know where I'm in school.

If you are what I think
you are, you shouldn't have

too much trouble finding me.

You think I'm
Dog the Bounty Hunter?

(chuckles)

Hey, wait, wait, wait.
I thought you weren't gonna

let me buy your drink.

Did I say that?

Yeah, I haven't bought my
own drinks since I was 16.

I consider it
reparations.

Not even carrying
my wallet.

Relying on the "kindness
of strangers"?

(chuckles)

(breathing rapidly)

Hey, I think making
these things breathable

defeats the purpose.
You okay?

If I'm a little nervous
about walking into a building

full of spilled nerve agent,
I guess I'm in

the wrong line of work, right?

You're gonna be okay.

JASON:
TOC, this is Bravo 1.

We've reached our target.
We're about to engage.

(over radio):
Got two guards outside

the hospital.

Good copy, Bravo 1.

Any word on our Syrian friends?

Negative. Still engaged
with the FSA 20 klicks out.

Copy that.

All right?

Up right.

Up left.

JASON:
Three, two, one.

(panting)

*

(device trills)

(beeps)

(door creaks)

(gunfire, man grunts)

(glass breaking)

(gunfire, man grunts)

*

(device beeping)

JASON:
I got this, Ray.

JASON:
This place took a hit.

Clear.

JASON:
All right, Doc, you're on.

Dang. Looks like the shelling
tore up the stockpile

more than we thought.

I got to swab the apparatus now
to get our samples.

What's that do to the timeline?

Nothing good.

Let's go, Doc. You got
to move. Let's go.

Yeah.

You want to tell me what in
the actual hell that was about?

What the hell was
what about, huh?

TOC, this is Bravo 1.

We've secured the lab.

Strap's gonna start
collecting samples.

Roger, Bravo 1.

We'll get those
indig vehicles in place

for your exfil.

Bravo 1, be advised,

the last satellite pass appears
to show a change

in the status of the engagement
to your east.

FSA force is withdrawing at
speed, Syrian Army not pursuing.

Guys, if they turn
and move on you, you'll have

maybe 20 minutes to get out
of there before you're boxed in.

Copy that, TOC.

We'll be long gone by then.

SONNY:
This is Bravo 4.

Boss, we need you up
on second deck.

Copy.

(people coughing)

Fadlak...

Saeidna...

Fadlak.

Hey, kid, look,
look at this.

Hold on to that, okay?

Keep that safe, understand?

All right?

You're gonna be okay.

All right?

Be strong.

All right, look,
as far as I can tell,

the kid is saying
that the regime

took their village from I.S.

They rounded them up
to work here.

All right? Took the military-
age guys to join the fight,

including his dad.

Yeah, well, her husband, too.

I mean,
she was pretty vague on it.

Didn't seem like something
I should press on.

How's he doing?
Man, his whole respiratory
system's compromised.

Plus, if the paralysis
of his throat muscles continues,

he's gonna drown
in his own spit.

How much atropine you give him?
Two Syrettes.

Okay, great. Make it three.
You sure?

Might want to hang onto that
in case you get exposed.

Make it three.

Got a head count?
23 total.

Seven kids.
They all exposed?

Got to assume so.

All right. Can we save them?
Some.

I mean, maybe. But we got
to get them fully deconned

and to a trauma center,
and even then...

You have any idea what agent
we're dealing with?

I don't know for sure
till Doc gets it in a lab,

but my guess is VX.

How long is it gonna
take to decon?

Figure ten minutes each,
little less for the kids,

because they got
less surface area.
Okay, look.

Get at it, okay?
The sun rises in five hours,

and when that happens,
I want to be somewhere else.

Roger that.

You know we invented VX, right?

Sorry, what?
Yeah.

Well, actually, to be fair,
the Brits did first.

But they did it by mistake,

and as soon as they
realized how toxic it was,

they stopped
making it.

A few years later, the U.S.
Army goes into mass production.

We're the good guys, right?

You know what?
We are the good guys, Ray,

because we're not actually
using this stuff.

We got two indig cars, Jason.

How we gonna get
these people out of here?

That's my next call.

ERIC:
Yes, sir, 23.

Yeah, o-our guys
are using local vehicles,

they don't have enough space.

Yes, well, we'd like to request
some additional transpo

from a Special Forces ODA
at the border, sir.

Yes, sir, I realize that.

Yes, sir, I understand,
but i-if you would just...

Excuse me, sir.

They predict they'll be done
with decon by 0400.

That doesn't give
our guys much time

to get back across
the border before sunrise.

One thing to be
in that place when it's dark,

when the bad guys
can't see 'em.

They said that
they're gonna make it.

Are we gonna get permission
to pull those people out

once we decon them?

Yeah, I'm working on it.

Okay, sorry, sir, I was
receiving a field report.

DoD would prefer no
U.S. boots on the ground

in that whole section
of the country.

CENTCOM colonel I spoke to
sounded like it was news to him

our guys went in. You?

Well, I was looking for units
already in the country

that had enough vehicles
to help carry the people out.

Well, right. It's easier
to get brass to sign off

on getting Americans
out of Syria. Smart.

Exactly, but nothing so far.

JASON:
Sonny.

Let's go. Take a break.

I'm fine.

Look, I got an estimated company
of Syrian Army regulars

about 20 klicks away.

That sun comes up, I'm gonna
need you frosty, all right?

We're gonna be here
till sun comes up?

(exhales)

We're, uh, waiting on a ride for
those people downstairs, huh?

I'd put the shooters
we have here with us

against any other shooters
in the world, Jason.

But that don't mean we
can hold off an army.

Look, you do know what happens

if we leave those people
downstairs, right?

I know whatever
happens

has been decided
a long time ago.

Not their fault
they were born.

It's not ours, either.

You know you got
to be real careful

deciding what's best
for somebody else's life.

Now, say we do pull them out.

Hand them off to Civil Affairs,
and then what?

Ain't nobody repatriating them
in a war zone.

If they're lucky,
they end up in Europe.

Let's assume that the borders
aren't shut down by then.

And if not, they will spend
the rest of their lives

in a refugee camp.

Right. You gonna say that
to those kids' faces downstairs?

I ain't gonna look
at their faces.

You know, we got a lot
of wolves in this world.

A sheepdog's got his hands full

trying to keep his
own flock safe.

Got no vigilance
left for anyone else.

Not a whole lot
of honor in that.

(grunts)

It is what it is.

Bravo 1, this is TOC.
Bump to channel three.

(radio crackles)

Hey, look, I just got the call.

Ray's baby's coming early.

Wait a second, what's wrong?

The fetal heartbeat's
a lot slower than they'd like.

They're gonna have to do
an emergency C-section.

Naima's getting prepped
for surgery as we speak.

How is she?

Not great at the moment.

It's a tough thing

to have to face on your own.

Look, she's never alone.

You know what I mean.

(sighs, clears throat)

You gonna tell Ray?

Haven't decided yet.

Okay, look, Blackburn didn't
want me to tell you.

Wanted me to wait
till you got back.

But you said that I should
always give you the data,

then you'd decide
what to tell our guys.

No, you did the right thing.

Who did the right thing?

Sitrep?

Just finishing up
deconning the civilians.

EODs are gonna move to the
lab, start setting charges.

You ready to tell me
what happened downstairs?

When?

Team leader is never first
through the door, brother.

You're trying to make sure
I get back home in one piece

for those ice chips, huh?

ERIC:
Bravo 1, this is TOC.

Something like that.

Go for Bravo 1.

Listen, we made our case.
I told the captain

I believed we should
authorize you

to evac the civilians.
I was overruled.

Bravo 1, your
mission objectives

remain unchanged:
collect the samples,

destroy any stockpiles
and infrastructure

and exfil all allied personnel.
Is that clear?

So we're just gonna leave
these people here to die?

Not leaving them any worse off
than if we hadn't shown up.

I know it sucks,
but I have been on the net

for hours, and nobody's gonna
authorize more American military

across that border.

Look, you're trying to tell me
that the Green Berets

get a TIC call, that the DoD's
not gonna let them respond?

I guess to answer that
for certain,

we'd have to have troops
in contact with the enemy.

Do we have troops in contact?

Not yet.

(people coughing)

(labored breathing)

(speaks Arabic)

Shh.

(grunts)

JASON:
So, we completed our mission.

As your ground commander,

the only lawful order
I can give right now

is for us to make exfil.

But I'm not gonna
give that order.

I'm also not gonna
give the order to stay.

So anybody who wants to leave
can get in those cars downstairs

and they can drive
straight for the border.

I'm sure it'll be
a nice Sunday drive by now.

The rest of us are gonna
stronghold this position

against a very large enemy
coming our way.

I expect,

once we're engaged,
the Green Berets at Sinjar

will respond to our TIC.

Otherwise, if they don't,

pretty sure we'll be overrun.

You don't think
we became frogmen

because we didn't secretly
all want to be Batman?

Come on now.

(chuckles)

Well, you guys wouldn't miss me
in the fight, let's be honest.

But I also know you
wouldn't send me alone,

so instead of
having eight men here

to hold off the descending
hordes of bad guys,

you'd be down to, what?
Six? Maybe five?

So, while I don't know

if having to go through
the rest of my life

haunted by your
faces-- not to mention

those poor souls behind us--

is a fate literally worse
than death,

I also don't want to find out,
so I'm staying.

Okay, so let's do this.
Two shooters on the roof.

Three down below.
Let's get everybody away

from the windows
inside, all right?

Hey, Hale Storm, talk to me.

How long is it gonna take you
to, uh, wire up that lab?

20 minutes maybe.
Then I'll have to decon.

Okay, well,
let's get on it. Move.

You didn't really expect anybody

to take you up on that offer,
did you?

Oh, I was 50/50 on the doc
to be quite honest with you.

(laughs)

MANDY: Bravo 1, this is TOC.
Bad news, guys.

You have massed enemy on the
move towards your position.

Estimate they could be
less than 30 minutes out.

How many "massed enemy"
are we talking about?

Too many.

I just love that feeling
when you're about to be shot at.

Anywhere else you'd like to be?

Hell no. (laughs)
JASON:
Uh-huh.

HALE:
Bravo 1, this is EOD.

Lab equipment is all detted up.
If you want to double-check

Dr. Death has got everything he
needs 'cause once I blow this,

we'll need to avoid this
whole side of the building.

Copy, EOD. Wait, 1.

Hey, Dr. Death. Luci.

You got everything
you need?

To prove the regime
was making nerve agent?
Yeah.

Absolutely.

I collected enough residue
to poison half the country.

This was some leak. I'm amazed
they're not all dead,

considering what they must've
taken into their bodies.

I guess they got lucky.

Let me ask you a question.
Do you think that the lab techs,

they'd clean their equipment,
right?

Yeah, I guess so.

Wouldn't say I think
about it much.
Yeah, especially in a lab

making the deadliest stuff
known to man.

Created by.
Yeah, so?

EOD, this is Bravo.
Hold on that demo.

HALE:
Roger, 1. Waiting on you.

RAY:
What are you thinking?

TOC, this is Bravo 1,
we have a problem.

Our chem guy is saying that
the samples he's collected

are not gonna test positive
for a banned agent.

He's thinking
they're possibly diluted.

Please advise.

ERIC:
Stand by, Bravo 1.

Yes, sir.
Bravo 1 standing by.

They need evidence this
place was making poison,

and if we can't bring
them the samples...

Then they're our evidence.

Oh, that's good
stuff, Jason Hayes.

Yes, sir.

Sir, I am only relaying
the information.

Not at all, sir. I know we're
all under a lot of pressure.

(chuckles)
That's for sure.

This better work.

Yup.
MANDY:
As I was saying,

our analyst on the ground
is certain

some of the people were exposed,
but he's not confident

he can identify which
without testing.

In a la...
in a lab situation, yes.

That's right.

So, leaving any of them behind
would obviously risk...

That's right.

Lieutenant Commander Blackburn.
Sir.

Yes, sir.

"Diluted"?

I'm pretty sure you can
detect a single drop of VX

in an Olympic swimming pool.

Yup.

Yes, sir.
23 of them should be

more than enough evidence, sir.

And, of course,
the human obligation.

Couldn't agree more.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

How many vehicles is he sending?

That's beautiful.
Tell him I owe him one.

Okay, listen up, everybody.

The Green Berets are inbound,

which means we got
to get everybody there

out and ready to travel.

The enemy is two kilometers out,
which means, hey,

multiple vehicles, we got
to move now. Now, now, now.

Let's go.

Go, go, go, go.
Move, move, move, move, move.

Move, move, move.
Let's go!

Let's go. Move,
move. Move.

Come on. Move, move.

Bravo 1, we have Syrian troops
on the edge of town

and advancing.
Let's go.
Move, move.

Come on, move.

(indistinct shouting)

Go, go!

Let's go,
move out, move out!

I got you, I got you,
I got you. Hold on.

Go, go, go! Go!

Blow it! Blow it!

Fire in the hole!

(grunts)

Hey.

*

Congrats, Ray.

(laughs)

Eight pounds, ten ounces.

Gonna play him on the O-line.

Slow heart rate thing?

Oh, that's... cord got wrapped
around the neck. Happens.

No worse for wear.

How's Naima?

She's tired, man.

Says she feels like
someone cut her open

and sewed her back together.

You could have
told me, you know.

Yeah, I know.

I, um... understand
why you didn't.

I know that, too.

(helicopter whirs in distance)

Hey, Clay.

ADAM:
Could be worse, Spenser.

At least you're still here.

*

Oh.

Hey.

Hi.

How's it going?

Well, I think
I might have, uh,

underestimated
the size of this job.

(grunts)

I'm thinking about telling Molly
I'm doubling my commission.

How much are you
charging her now?

Zero.

How was work?

Hmm?
How was work?

Good.

Yeah.

(sighs)

Everyone back safe?

Yeah.

Mikey.

Hey, come here.

Give me a hand, will you?
Sure, Dad.

Hand me that tape,
will you?

Okay. Fold that,

the bottom one,
the sides.

Let's close this
bad boy up, huh?

Hold that tape
right there.

One more, okay?

Take two.

Okay.

(makes explosion sound)

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