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Previously on SEAL Team...

Nate was hiding a burner
phone from his wife.

The address we found
in Nate's truck,

You already went, didn't you?

I mean, it's not like Nate was
the first teammate we had

to get some on the side.

This only proves that he
wasn't the exception.

What the hell were you doing,
Nate?

I just need to worry
about the mission,

guys to my left,
guys to my right.

Do that, there's not
a SEAL alive

who wouldn't want
to roll with you.

JUMP MASTER:
Second stick going up.

FINN (over radio):
Bandit 1, five canopies,

looking for a sixth.

Negative contact.

PILOT (over radio): Jumper in
distress. Falling to 3,000 feet.

Jumper appeared to impact ground
at speed.

(goats bleating,
goatherd trilling)

(horn honks)

(trilling)

ADAM:
It's not often we have
to have this conversation.

Thank God.
Not like this, anyway.

We'll be holding a service

soon as we're done notifying
Brian's next of kin.

Even though the death
wasn't in combat,

we're still going in person.

Frogman to family. Only right.

That kid does two tours
in Trashcanistan.

Not a damn scratch.

Then he burns
in a faulty 'chute.

Them the breaks.

You see Spenser?

ADAM: That doesn't make this
any less of a tragedy.

Brian's loss hits
our community hard.

Apparently, he was real tight
with the Armstrong kid.

Part of his education.

That's cold, brother,
even for you.
No, it's not.

If this kid falls apart
every time he loses a buddy,

he's in the wrong
line of work.

ADAM:
Damn good operator.

He'll be missed.
Tell you what.

Let's just wait till he
loses a buddy in combat

and see how he
handles that.

Amen.

Spenser.

Yeah.

Brian's parents
live in Lamont, California.

Yeah. Yeah, he said something
about outside of Bakersfield.

We're flying out.

(scoff)
I'm sorry, what?

You're Brian's authorized
representative

to notify his next of kin.

Ah, man. Must...

Look, Brian, he-he never said
anything to me about it.
Doesn't matter.

Brian specified you
on his CACO form.

Why don't you pack an
overnight bag? Civvies.

He specified that.

Wheels up at 0900.

(helicopter blades whirring)

ERIC:
All right, listen up.

Captain Garcia from JSOC's

gonna read us in on the op that
he's been building. Captain.

GARCIA: We're looking at
architectural drawings

of a residential bunker

designed by the same firm
in Germany

used to build 'em for Saddam.

As you can see, the plans call

for four barracks-style
guardrooms

between two sets of blast doors.

Behind the second door,
there's a utility closet

and a small living area.

Now, what do you think
I'd get a mortgage for

on a place like that right now?

(chuckles)

Ballpark.

This happy fella
is Faraz Jelani.

He's a Yemeni fixer.

A source tell us he's the one
commissioned the plans.

Wouldn't tell the Germans
where he was planning to build.

Look, a guy works as a
fixer in that neighborhood,

of course he's gonna
have a fortress, right?

We don't think he was building
the place for himself.

And we don't believe
it's in Yemen, either.

Oh.
GARCIA: I suppose I don't need
to tell you who that is.

Hold on. You're saying
you found Abu Hassan?

We recently managed to place
a tracking device

on a vehicle belonging
to one of Hassan's couriers.

We followed
that vehicle...

to this location.

MANDY: You're looking
at a limestone

ridge in the Asir Mountains,

about 50 miles northeast
of Abha, in Saudi Arabia.

We believe these shapes
correspond

to the guard emplacements
on the architectural plan.

And that would mean
that this line

would be the ramp down to
the exterior blast doors.

Wait a second. We're gonna make
a hit inside Saudi Arabia.

Same Saudi Arabia that--
I'm sorry, that supplies

more than half of the oil that
we import from the Persian Gulf.

RAY: Is there any chance
you're gonna tell us

that the Saudis
are on-on board,

th-they're gonna help
us with the snatch?

Decision's been made
not to include

our Saudi allies
in this operation.

Well, they're not gonna be
our allies for long.

You sure they're protecting him?

Not sure, but we can't
assume they aren't.

GARCIA:
Needless to say,

the diplomatic and economic
considerations are considerable.

But Hassan was
Khalid Sheik Mohammed's

senior operational commander.

And he's still directing
al-Qaeda operations in Yemen.

Makes him the biggest fish we've
gone after since bin Laden,

and now, we believe we know
where he is.

But to get DOD approval,
we need to demonstrate

an assault plan that doesn't
risk a geopolitical catastrophe.

I'm sorry, we're gonna
"demonstrate"?

We built a full-size replica

of the bunker inside
a secure hangar.

Brass are inbound, as we speak,
to view our rehearsal,

soon as you all are up to speed.

This replica's already
been built?

We spend the last few days
developing our assault plan.

SONNY: Okay, pump
the brakes here.

Who the hell has been designing
our assault plan?

Keith, is
Senior Chief Fuller there?

KEITH (on intercom): Yes, sir.
Standing right here.

GARCIA: Perfect.
We're ready for him.

I assume you all know
Beau Fuller?
Gentlemen.

GARCIA:
Your Charlie Team leader.
Ladies.

Last week, while
you were in Africa,

we got Charlie Team
up and running.

Chief Fuller's gonna be running
you through our operation

as soon as our guests arrive.

I'm sorry. Is that
our plan or your plan?

Because if we were involved
in this whole process,

first thing we would do,
we'd get an intel brief,

then we would all
put our heads together...

GARCIA: Afraid there's
no time for that.
There's no time for that.

I'm confident
Chief Fuller's plan

will get us our green light.

Thank you, sir. I'd say
we've got a real shot,

assuming you fellas
are able to keep up.

(chuckles)
Wow. Garcia has a comedian
here, ladies and gentlemen.

Gentlemen, I'm not gonna
mince words.

This has the potential to be

the defining op of our lives.

This is the one you'll tell
your grandkids about.

Bottom line, I simply
cannot stress enough

the importance of
getting this one right.

Get your game faces on.

This is General Tinsdale
from CENTCOM.

Ms. Burgess from State.

We want this op green-lit,

these are the people
we need to convince.

Now, as with all
multi-team operations,

cooperation and communication
will be essential.

Now, as you can see,
the exterior blast doors

are only approachable
via the kill zone,

right between the two
guard positions.

The door, 4,000 pounds
of solid, reinforced steel.

Far as what we can expect
to find behind that door,

I'm gonna turn it over
to Ms. Ellis.

Hassan's bodyguard force
consists

of a dozen or so
of his most loyal fighters.

These appear to be
their living quarters,

past which, we come to
an interior blast door.

On the other side of that
should be our target,

Abu Hassan al-Qatal.

Chief Fuller will
now run us through

our current thinking
for the infil. Chief.

Thank you, sir.

We're looking at
a direct helo assault.

Quick and dirty
land right on the "X."

25 yards from the blast door.

What we lose in surprise,
we make up for

in speed and violence
of action.

RAY: Look, uh,
listen, seriously.

No offense, but we-we're not
talking Afghanistan here,

we're talking
Saudi Air Defense.

What's the alternative?

A low vis drive in, drive out?
It'd be a lot quieter.

BEAU: Yeah,
more risky.

Look, we have to assume
we'll be compromised

as soon as we hit
the guards, anyway.

At most, the helo gives
the Saudis another, what,

90 seconds
more warning?

Mandy, nearest Saudi
force, how close?

Oh, here.

Eight klicks east of the target,

special police battalion
in Tabab.

We estimate the minimum response
time is 14 minutes.

Chief Fuller. I
trust you understand

that we cannot
engage the Saudis

under any circumstances.
Oh, yes, ma'am.

We are aware, but we feel
comfortable with that margin.

Some of us do.

SONNY: If we
engage the Saudis,

it's gonna get ugly real quick.

Again,

under no circumstances
can we cause damage

or injury to any local forces.

Bottom line, however we do this,
we got to be gone 14 minutes

after our friends in Tabab
get the call.

Further demonstrate
our actions on target,

I suggest we move
to the full-size mock.

I'll have some refreshments
brought down.

If you'll please follow me.
Showtime.

WOMAN:
Mmm, refreshments.

Yeah, so I never knew you
to buck for rank.

That what I'm doing?

Oh, come on. I know you know
how many team leaders

there are for every
troop chief slot.

Preacher's getting close
to retirement,

you want to take his place.

Figure it's not a bad idea

to show up the competition
in front of Command, right?

Wow, you know what?

That never crossed my mind.
Yeah.

That's what-- well, there's
a difference between me and you.

Oh, that's just one of many.
Yeah.

I guess so.

You want to tell me
what that was about?

History, man.
A lot of history.

Want to
catch me up?

On Beau and Jason?
Yeah.

They went through
Green Team together.

And Jason made
team leader first.

So much for
the brotherhood.

Come on, now, who fights
more than brothers?

Plus,

now, there's always,

"How many black team leaders
does it take

to screw in
a light bulb?"

I'm not gonna touch that one.

Both of them.
Ugh.

I'm just saying, I'm sure
it hasn't been easy for him.

I can imagine.

But that does not
excuse the fact

that he is
a little bit of a dick.

CLAY:
You done a lot of these?

ADAM:
Next-of-kin notifications?

Done four.

I guess I could tell you
it gets easier, but, uh...

So what do you say?

(car alarm chirps)
Ah, you're overthinking.

There's no predicting what
a parent'll want to hear.

Only thing you can do is go in,
make the best of it.

"You never really know
what's behind the door

until you breach it."

ADAM: How much you, uh,
know about Brian's family?

Just what he told me.

Their dad sells insurance,
mom's a librarian.

Cul-de-sac, white picket fence,
swing in the yard.

I guess someone's got to
have that life.

You know
where we're going?

Uh, yeah, got an
address for his mom.

Lucy Denise, 113 High Street.

There, uh, is there any chance
you want to do all the talking?

JASON:
Hope they like the show.

As long as they leave some
refreshments for the rest of us.

A shame we can't afford to build
one of these ahead of every hit.

BEAU:
To continue...

However we infil, this is the
first door we have to breach.

Once we're on target, Charlie
Team will engage both guards,

then be primary to the breach.

Naturally.
Bravo will

hang back to provide overwatch
and, if necessary,

support by fire.

Wow, keeping us really safe.

That's very thoughtful of you.

Well, we'll try to leave
something for you.

As I was saying, after
we breach and make entry,

half of Bravo Team stays outside
to maintain rear security,

rest of Bravo falls on Charlie
to clear the structure.

So, not only is
Bravo Team split,

but half of it is now
with Charlie Team?

BEAU: Yeah, don't worry about
it. I'll take good care of 'em.

Really? Because, you
know what, in my book,

I don't think you
should split the teams.

BEAU: So what? You
worried your scouts

can't handle being away

from their scout leader?
(chuckles): Oh. Right. Scouts.

All right. Once we're
through the blast door,

we move on to
the next stage

of our presentation.
If you'll follow me, please.

JASON:
This just keeps getting better.

This is the area
where we're most likely

to encounter resistance,

the second blast door.

We clear
this section,

get set to blow
the internal blast door,

we figure
we still got

eight minutes to get in and out
with Hassan.

Another
explosive breach?
Why not?

How many noncombatants
do we have on the other
side of that door?

Hassan has three wives,
six children.

A couple lieutenants
have families.

We have no idea

what kind of security
Hassan'll have in there.

I mean, could be half-dozen guys
in S-vests behind this door.

I want 'em on their knees,
seeing stars
when we come through.

RAY: Could also be
a bunch of kids.

Or there could not be.
Rules of engagement say,
unless we see them,

we have no obligation
to assume they're there.
JASON: Or there could be.

I don't know about you, but
I really don't want to see

half a dozen kids
dead on CNN.

TINSDALE: I believe
I have a solution.

See, I was concerned
about the children myself,

thought
we might find a way

to distract them, keep them
busy, out of harm's way.

So I had my staff
pull stats

on the most popular
candies in Saudi Arabia.

The Galaxy bar seems to be
a consistent top seller.

Figure if we issue
each operator a dozen or so,

you can pass 'em out whenever
you come across the children.

That's good
thinking, sir.

SONNY: Good-Idea Fairies drive
all the way down here from D.C.

to break our balls in person?

No matter how popular
the candy is, sir,

we're not gonna be able
to have that option till we get

through that door.
Yeah, and we're not
gonna be able to get

through that door
unless we blow it.

No, we cut it.

We don't have time
to cut it.

How much time's
that gonna cost us?

Let's see,
four-inch tempered steel?

Take the Broco torch
two, three minutes.

Doesn't seem to leave a lot
of time to get you all back out

before the Saudis arrive.
Look, the torch

is too slow. We got to blow it.

JASON: Sir,
I'm confident my guys

can make initial assault,
get to this door,

have plenty of time to
burn it, secure HVT,

and make exfil without
killing noncombatants

on the other
side of that door.

You got two minutes.

We'll run it
with the torch.

Let's do this.

ADAM: Maybe Brian got
the address wrong.

His mom's name
is Lucy Denise.

Maybe she owns
the place.

(indistinct chatter)

Excuse me.

Any chance you know somebody
called Lucy Denise?

Is this some
kind of joke?

Not that we know of.

How-how is it a joke,
Lucy Denise?

Well, place is called Lucy's.

Been here going on 40 years.

One of the waitresses
been here almost that long.

Name's Denise.

DENISE: So, that thing where
cops are required to admit

who they are,
you ask 'em straight out--

that's just in the movies,
right?

Uh, as we said, ma'am...
Yeah, yeah.

You're with the navy.
I remember.

"Lucy Denise,"
huh? Well,

guess that's me.

Oh, unless she's
wanted for something

or she owes you money.
In that case,

I have never heard of her.
(chuckles)

Well, you found me.

So, you want to tell me now
why you're looking?

Brian Armstrong.

You know him?

CLAY: I swear,
ma'am, we're not...

we're not trying to jam
anybody up here, okay?

Brian...

Brian is a friend.

Brian's mom used to use this
place as free babysitting.

She'd drop Brian off
whenever she was out doing...

whatever it was
she was doing.

He'd sit in a corner booth
with a stack of books.

Would never drink
a soda though,

no matter how many
times we offered.

Strictly water or milk.

Do you, uh...
do you have any idea

where we might be able
to find his mom?

Oh, she passed away.

Brian couldn't have
been more than eight,

nine. Went to live
with his dad.

Use some coffee?

Yeah. We both could.

Long flight.

Well, have a seat
over there.

That's where Brian
used to sit.

I'll go fetch
you some fresh.

I don't get it.

Said his mom came to all
of his football games.

Said he talked to her
every week.

*

ERIC:
14-minute

response time
for the Saudi cops.

Clock starts as soon
as you engage the guards.

The most time-consuming
portion

of this op will be breaching
the two blast doors.

If you fail to exfil
with Abu Hassan in 14 minutes,

we'll stop the drill and reset.

All right, boys,
show us what you got.

I'll show you
what I got.

(grunts)

MAN:
Three,

two, one. Execute.
(mock gunshots)

(beeps, stopwatch ticking)
Okay. Sentries are down.

*

Fire in the hole!

What in the hell was that?

A breaching charge.

You think it was big enough?

"P" for "plenty," baby.

You just turned
a two-ton door

into a two-ton obstacle,
numbnuts.

(arguing indistinctly)

Sir, will you excuse us
a moment?

Eric...
Yeah.

All right, look, you know what,
I know that the book says

to overpower the breach
when there's no friendlies

on the other side
of the wall,

but maybe we should start
thinking outside of the book.

Oh, for a change.
What's that supposed to mean?

The book's there to keep
everyone safe. Improvising's
how people get hurt.

You know what, I'm not gonna
have to tell one of my guys'
widows that she and her kids

just had her life
cored out on account

of I insisted on flying
by the seat of my pants.

Hey. Do I need to get in this?

We're good.
Yeah, we got it.
It's nothing to worry about.

ERIC:
Listen to me,

all right?
This is not Green Team.

We shouldn't be handling
Green Team business.

Now, those people up there
are losing patience.

So whatever's between
the two of you,

I suggest
you let it go.

I'm not gonna
tell you again.

CLAY: No swing in the yard,
no white picket fence.

Starting to feel
like a pattern.

Yeah.

WOMAN:
Don't you move!

Got my 20-gauge set
straight at your spines.

Pull this trigger,
both of you crap in bags

the rest of
your lives.

You're making a
mistake, ma'am.

We're with the Navy. I'm
Master Chief Adam Seaver.

This is Petty
Officer Clay Spenser.

WOMAN: Oh, Navy,
huh? Turn around.

Nice and slow.

That's not a real good idea,
bluff having a shotgun.

Not a real good idea,

go snooping around
abandoned houses.

Uh, you know the people
used to live here?

Some of 'em.

For a while, seemed like
there were new people in here

every couple of months.

Look, ma'am, a, um,

friend of ours
gave us this address.

We're-we're looking for a man
named, uh, Samuel Armstrong.

Any chance
that rings a bell?
Friends of his?

His son, Brian.

Good. Sammy was
a son of a bitch.

The boy was a
good egg, though.

Used to wonder about him
sometimes, what happened to him.

He join the Navy?

I hope you all can keep him
from turning into his old man.

You happen to know where
Samuel went after he left here?
Sure.

Son of a bitch
finally got himself

sent up to the penitentiary

in Salinas.
Salinas.

He still there?
No idea.

Child Services shipped the boy
off to a state home.

Never heard from either
one of 'em again.

Used to wonder
about him sometimes,

what happened
to the boy.

You, uh... you happen
to remember the name

of the state home?

GARCIA:
All right, sir,

here we go again.

*

(beeps, stopwatch ticking)

DAVIS: 14 minutes.
Piece of cake.

*

They got to be faster out there.

*

(groans)

(mock gunshots)

(horn blows)
ERIC: Time!

(groaning)

*

(beeps, stopwatch ticking)

(creaking)

It's better.

(mock gunshots)
(thud)

(mock gunshots)
(thud)

*

Ready to burn.

(horn blows)

Time's up, fellas.

(groaning, chatter)

DAVIS:
They'll get it.

They'll get it.

(beeps, stopwatch ticking)

(groans)

(mock gunshots)
(grunts)

(hissing)

Cut. Cut it! Cut it!

That's it.

(whooshing, horn honks)

(door creaks open)

Now that's it.

The op's off.
(groaning)

Oh, come on.
Sir, all due respect,

there's not gonna be any plywood
on the target.

Or we just go
explosive...
MAN:
Right.

Not doing explosives.
GARCIA:
It doesn't matter.

Even before the fire,
you were about

to miss another time target,
and nobody

wanted to put their
name on the op

that started a war with
Saudi Arabia. Bottom line--

brass feels
the op's too risky.

They don't want to commit.

Oh, you happy?

What the hell is that
supposed to mean, sunshine?

Playing the same plan we've
had for the last few days.

Then the Great
Jason Hayes appears,

starts changing things up on
the fly, just like always.

It's not my fault that your
plan got all jacked up.

No, the only thing jacked up,
man, is your attitude.

How about your ego?
You've been trying
to undermine me this whole time.

This whole time!
Why have I been undermining you
this whole time?

Because you have one tool
that you use for every job.

That charge you would have put
on the interior of that door

would have collapsed
the entire bunker.
That is your opinion!

Yeah, it is also my opinion

that you devised a plan that
would kill innocent people.

But then again, we all know
how you feel about that.

You don't know there are
gonna be civilians on target!

You don't know
that there won't be.

You know what, Jay?

You love to talk
about the Good-Idea Fairies.

Always want to talk
about the Good-Idea Fairies,

come late to an op,

screw everything up
with their lame-ass ad-libs.

But it never occurs to you that
you a the Good-Idea Fairy.

Always trying to change
things up, do something extra,

remind everyone how much better

Jason Hayes is
than everybody else.

Yeah, but when
somebody gets hurt,

or gets killed, 'cause
you couldn't be bothered

to stick to
the script?

You seriously talking
about Nate right now?
"Hey, can't blame Jason Hayes

for being aggressive."
(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter)
Break that up!

Break it up. Easy, easy.

JASON:
What do you got?!
Come on, Santini.

Santini, come on.
Hey!

Hey, relax!
Hey!

You thought I was the one
with the temper.

Relax. Come on,
let's go.

(indistinct chatter)

JASON:
You know what?
I'm not apologizing

to that jackass, if that's
what you want me to do.

Oh, what? Jason Hayes
apologize? Perish the thought.

Yeah, perish the thought.

You know, when I was
getting out of selection,

Bravo Team was deciding
which candidate

from my Green Team class they
were gonna pick in the draft.

You remember any
of the conversations they had

before deciding
it ought to be me?

I don't, okay?
I was a 3IC back then.

Okay. All right, well,
let me ask you something.

You ever consider
the color of my skin?

Come on. No,
it's not about that.

It is not about that,
do you understand me?

As far as I'm concerned,
jackasses come in one color.

Yeah, but this particular
jackass is black.

Yeah? And, so?
Look, I get it, man.

I never could
stand Beau myself.

All right? He's an arrogant,
uptight perfectionist

with no sense of humor,

and he won't think
outside the box.

I get it.
He drives you crazy.

Good. I'm glad
that we see the same way.

Okay, well, how do you think
he's seeing you?

Better question-- do I care?

He's seeing a white guy
with slept-on hair,

couple days' growth,
and your shirt

flapping almost as
much as your mouth.

Thanks for that, Ray.
Really appreciate it.

Look, man, the point is,

he's seeing a guy go through
life the way he wishes he could.

Look, what do you even
know about this guy?

I know enough! I know what it's
like starting BUD/S-- 150 guys,

first day of Phase 1,
I'm the only black face.

Night time surf torture,

everyone laid out
side-by-side on the beach,

eyes stinging, mouths tasting
like puke, salt and sand.

Every time a wave comes in,

everybody's trying
to cheat, right?

Keep their head up

so the sea water doesn't
go back in your nose.

Instructors yelling
at you to get back down.

The thing is, in the dark, Jace,

it's hard to tell one white face
from another.

So who do you think
they call out by name?

Huh?

"Perry, you get your nappy head
back down in that sand!"

We chose you because
you're a great operator.

No, you chose me
because I was the best operator.

It's what you're not
understanding, brother.

For me, for Beau,
being great's not good enough.

You go outside the box,

you're innovative,
a self-starter.

If we do it, we can't
follow the rules.

I'm not saying that excuses
the way Beau is at all.

I'm just saying
it's something

you ought to at least
take into account.

Got it, man.
I got it, all right?

Look, I appreciate
you talking to me,

but did you hear
what he said about Nate?

You know what? You were actually
the one who brought up Nate.
Really?

Somebody gets killed 'cause
I can't stick to the script?

You don't think
that's what he meant?

You know what I think?
(sighs)

I think Nate's death has been
eating at you for months now,

and I think it's time you talked
to somebody about it

'cause it's not going away.

Therapy. Therapy--
yeah, that's never gonna happen.

Maybe not a shrink,
necessarily.

But me, Alana, somebody.

That's not what we do, Ray.
Yeah?

Well, we also don't get into
scraps in front of the brass

and risk getting bounced
out of command.

Look, how many
friends have we lost?

We never talk about them.

Why is so Nate different?

You know what? Honestly, I
really don't care about the why.

All I care about is
figuring out how to fix it.

I told Naima
we got scrapped.

She's making lunch.

You hungry?

No. I'm good.
I'm fine.

I got something
I got to do.

Somewhere I need
to be, okay?

I'm good.
Okay.

Yeah.

Hey, Pete.

What's going on?

Thanks for coming by, man.

Well, after all
we've been through,

hard to see turning
you down for a drink.

Man, it's a little thick
in here, isn't it?

Yeah, probably
the AC's broken.

Well, you want
to go somewhere else?

Hell, no. Drink in the heat.

Let's pretend
we're back in Kabul.
Hey, what can I get you?

Can I get a beer
and a shot of tequila? You in?

Yeah, make it two.
Got it.
Okay.

How long you been back
in Virginia?

Oh, a couple months.

Sorry about Nate.

Yeah, I wanted to get back
for the funeral. I...

had to stay in JBad,
finish a contract.

Yeah.

Um...

(indistinct chatter,
pool balls clicking)

Where'd you get that?

Found that in Nate's burn box.

What do you know
about her?

Marjan. You know
that 'terp that you had,

the one that disappeared?
That's his wife.

Oh, yeah, I know that.

Well, after her
husband disappeared,

she assumed
he was picked up by the Taliban,

thought she was next.

Right.
Here you go.

Thanks.
Enjoy.

Thanks.

So...

she comes to you, right?

And she asks you
to get her out of Afghanistan.

Nate knew
I had contacts at the border.

Right.

How'd she get to Virginia?

Bad idea, Pete.

Well, what was I gonna do?
Say no?

You know what I owed Nate.

(sighs)

Anybody else know
about her?

No, just my guys.

Now what are you
worried about?

You think the DOD'd
go after Molly's pension?

All it takes is
one cake-eater

to make an example
out of somebody, man.

Must be nice, you know?
Be an officer,

seeing everything from 30,000
feet where it all makes sense.

Never having
to be on the ground,

see where people live,
how messy it gets.

Right. On the ground
where people live,

sweat.

Especially in the desert.

Thanks, Pete.

Thank you all for coming
back at this late hour.

On a hunch,
Jason asked me

to check the thermal
imaging of the compound,

and we discovered that

because the German design firm
didn't know

where this bunker
would be constructed,

there were unable to anticipate

the challenges particular
to the desert environment.

The extreme heat of the location
appears to have forced Hassan

to install a pair

of AC ducts that
don't appear

on the plans we used
to design our models.

Our analysis of the imagery
suggests that

two vertical ducts were drilled

directly
into the limestone cliffs,

and connect to horizontal
ducts inside the compound,

and therefore,
lack the secure countermeasures

of the rest
of the bunker's vent system.

So, by dropping
through the air ducts,

we bypass all sentries
and blast doors,

arriving here
without alerting anyone

to our presence.

Easy to beat the clock
if it never starts.

That's right.
GARCIA: How big are the ducts?

MANDY: We estimate
three feet by three feet.

Crawl a few hundred feet
with all that gear?

It's gonna be tight.
Nobody said
it was gonna be easy.

TINSDALE:
What about the exfil?

I hope you're not planning
to climb back up that rope

with your prisoner.

Well, once we secure
the package inside,

we will communicate
with Charlie Team,

they will clear inward
as we clear outward.

We'll open the interior
blast door and exfil together.

Chief Fuller,

any objections?

Well, that's damn right
it ain't gonna be easy.

But at least this way
it's possible.

I say we give it a shot.

Yeah, we'll give it a shot.

EMORY: Some of the children
are only with us a few weeks.

Just long enough for
their parents to get clean,

or get their act together
enough to regain custody.

A lot of them end up
coming back.

Any ever get adopted out?

EMORY:
Uh, once in a while.

Mostly the
younger ones.

Couples in the market
for a little bundle of joy

to jazz up the
Christmas card

aren't real eager to
bring a surly teenager

into their home,
doesn't even share their DNA.

Most part, you're here
after your tenth birthday,

you're here for the duration.

CLAY: (clears throat)
What about, uh,

what about foster care?

That's a dice roll.

Department does
what they can

on their budget,
but never weed out

all the crazies, entrepreneurs
in it for the check.

You ask me, kids are
better off with us.

At least here,
they know they're safe.

Our "library."

Obviously, no one's giving
us money for books.

Barely give us
enough for food.

So, the older kids leave
theirs here when they move out.

Uh, Brian's dad, we called
Salinas-- place he did time--

but they had no idea where he
might've gone after he got out.

Any chance you got
some records somewhere

might help us find him?

Uh, I can check.

You want to come back
to the office?

*

*

You, uh... haven't asked

what I found out
about Brian's dad.

I figured nothing.
Otherwise you would've told me.

He's dead.

Took a knife in the chest
outside of a strip club

a few weeks after he
got out of Salinas.

(exhales)

I guess that's not
really a shocker.

Still.

It's a hell of a thing
for a kid to have to carry,

family like that.

Wonder how Brian managed it.

Apparently,
he made up a new one.
(laughs)

I guess he did, didn't he?

Shame he didn't live long enough
to realize

teams are all the family
any of us need.

(chuckles)

"Teams are all the family
you need"?

What, did you see that on a
recruiting poster somewhere?

What about you?

You were how old
when you went to live

with your grandparents? Five?

I was five
when my old man split.

Then, uh...

my mom, she tried to do
the single parenting thing

for a few months, and...

I was about six

when she sent me to
live with her parents.

They were missionaries,
your dad told me.

Yeah.

Good people?

Best I ever knew.

Think you'd have been
better off

if you, uh,
stayed with your mom?

No, I don't think so.
(clears throat)

Way I hear it, my mom
was kind of a mess back then.

What about Ash?

You could've moved back in
with him.

I wanted to get as far away
from that guy as possible.

Like I said,
teams are your real family.

You don't know it yet,

but you will.

ERIC:
All right.

This will be a full run-through
with live role-players.

Keep in mind, gentlemen,
this is our final shot.

We miss our time,
there's no more do-overs.

Make it count.

(clears throat)

Look, uh, before...

What I said...

What you actually didn't say.
Yeah, well...

either way,
I shouldn't have got near it.

What happened with
Nate, that's, uh...

that's war, man.

Appreciate that.

Doesn't mean I like you.

But...
Appreciate that, too.

All right,
role-players are in place.

How's it looking?
Bravo's ready.

Charlie, same.

All right. Let's do this.

Bravo Team set.

We've reached
the horizontal ducts.

Copy. Charlie set.

Standing by.

Bravo Team
moving to breach.

*

(mock gunshots)

(screams)
Hey. Go.

Up. Up. Come on.

Let's go!

Jackpot.

Target secure.

Roger, Bravo 1.

On my "go."

Three, two,

one-- execute.

Execute.

*

(mock gunshots)

Go.

That's a good workout.
I told you they'd get it.

Nice job.

All right, boys, ENDEX.

What was the time?

12 minutes and change.
Two minutes to spare.

Okay, tell you what.

What do you say
we run this again, huh?

This time, why don't you
give us some curveballs?

Welcome back.

Find what you're looking for?

Not really.

Oh, sorry to hear it.

Can I get you something?

Be honest, ma'am, we were hoping

you could sit with us
for a sec.

A sec, I guess.

Slow morning and all.

Uh, look, ma'am...

I'm afraid it's our duty

to inform you that...

Brian Armstrong died two
days ago in rural Virginia.

At this time,
we cannot disclose

the nature of his death,

but on behalf of the
Secretary of Defense...

I'm not his kin.

As far as we know,
he didn't have any.

(voice breaking):
Oh, that's awful.

But what he did have

was he had a lot of people
who went out of their way

to keep him safe until
he could do that for himself.

And you're one
of those people.

Think you should be proud
of that.

(indistinct chatter)

(whistles quietly)

(indistinct conversation)

What's up?
Bad news, fellas.

Op's cancelled.

Do we know why?
Do we ever know why?

(whistles sharply)

ERIC: According
to Mandy, turns out

Hassan wasn't even
in the bunker.

Meaning he got
spooked, took off?

Or he wasn't even there
in the first place.

Thank you for
your hard work.

Tell your boys
to get some rest.

Back at it on Monday.

Right.
Look at it this way.

Next time Abu Hassan
shows up in that bunker,

we don't have to sit around
and wait for a green light.

All right?
Maybe we get there in time.

Right.

Yeah...
Yep.

(loudly):
Ca-caw! Ca-caw!
Ca-caw.

What is that?

Cank bird.

There's a cank bird?
Yep.

Shows up just before
an op gets canked.
Like an omen.

It's Indian.
Well, Native American.

SONNY:
Anyone else hungry?
Yeah.

GARCIA: Yeah, I'm pretty sure
one of them gentlemen clubs

up on 17 just started
a breakfast buffet.
Whoo!

Well, what the hell
we waiting for?

Let's make it rain.

I was a friend
of Nate Massey's.

I know who you are.

You worked with him.

You're not having any tea?

Not yet.

Put it in your mouth.
I'm sorry?

Hold the sugar
between your teeth,

and drink the tea
through it.

That's how I learned
to drink it

when I was a little girl.

Sugar in the t...

Like this?

(chuckling)

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Okay.

That's how you drink tea
in Afghanistan?

That's how my family
drinks tea in Afghanistan.

Do all Americans drink
their tea the same way?

No.

I didn't me...
I'm sorry, I, uh...

You know what,
I should probably...

No, I... I'm sorry.

Do you want to talk about Nate?

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